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Satsang with Mooji

He shall move.

I've kept everything just as it was, but nothing ever stays the same.

You have?

She always spoke of it, and how it was important that you would come back

someday to this house.

Giuseppe Lagana!

You dirty old rascal.

How the holy hell did they ever let you back here?

You know.

Oh, by the way, that's a very dangerous game to play.

I mean that.

Guys have been killed for doing that. So don't joke around or next time you'll

end up in the family morgue.

That'd be far too cruel, especially for the ladies, huh? Tell me, what was your

average in Paris?

Come on, how many? Probably two a day, eh? I've heard the French are

eliminating adultery. They refuse to get married at all. And if they do, the

husband will be given a maid to help out in case the dear wife gets a headache.

Is that true? You've become just as pernicious as an old rake.

Well, I always liked a little bit of variety, and I was born horny.

I have no control over it.

Well, let's have a look at you. You have the mark of the international traveler.

You wear it well. Do I really? As a matter of fact, I've managed to do a

little jet-setting, too.

Twenty-five lurid days in Turkey. Of course, it doesn't have the same charms

as Paris.

Well, well.

So you've come back to blow your horn and bang it around.

No, no.

I have no match for the competition here. Don't worry.

It's only for a week or two. I should go before the end of the month.

I'm selling the horse.

You've done well.

You see, it's not that I have the vocation of the scapegoat, but I don't

even have that of the horned one. Because the horned one can become even

without vocation, then today, the probabilities are increasing.

Eh, monsieur, la femme, ou est santa, ou est puttana?

E nel nostro giro di santi io conosco solo Sant'Agata.

Beh, allora fammi un po' l'elenco delle vecchie amiche.

Quelle puttane, eh, le sante lasciamole perdere.

So, Rosa, Rosetta, Rosina, I managed to go to bed only after they got married,

yes, because before they were rejected for a matter of honesty.

With D'Amico, on the other hand, I didn't manage to get married because she

got married in South America with a bovine farmer.

A production of connescatola.

Rita Favazza, on the other hand, I lost a little sight, but it seems to me

that...

He married as a husband a phenomenon, you know, a complete potent, but it's

not that he's a phenomenon because he's impotent, but because he's impotent with

seven girls.

Instead, Mariela Lorusso, I haven't seen her for a long time, but I know that she

didn't have a very lucky marriage.

They say that she married a husband a little corny.

Do you hear me?

Ah, yes, yes.

It's Caterina, I mean.

Well, you know that she remained a widow, right? Yes, yes.

Listen, but you won't tell me that you came back here on purpose for her?

Let's say I've never forgotten her.

So what?

So, you see, Caterina, it's one that I wouldn't know whether to put in the list

or not.

But you frequent her? Yes, yes, I tried, but nothing to do.

It's the only defeat of my career. And on the other hand, it's Napoleon,

because Napoleon doesn't think, but he does.

And I tried a husband alive and a husband dead, you know, not just me. Ah,

nothing to do.

Then she's a saint.

Of course not.

Here in Catania, they're slowly edging us out. Now that's a shock, but I

maintain it.

In a democracy, if they ever gain control, then that would be the end.

And that end is near.

Yes,

but it's true. I mean, it's evident to us now.

Do you realize they're getting stronger each day? We'll all suffer. We ought to

have a sense of responsibility to those same traditions that they want to

abolish.

The two of us went into the dining room and she stood there waiting to see what

I would say. Only what the hell could I say to her? She loved it.

She thinks she's getting in style.

On Sunday, the moving vans came.

And the next morning, they got their son registered in school.

Really? Oh, I must tell you.

Well, Daddy is rather pitiful.

His poor mind is vague. He gets mixed up. Well, this pretty girl is asking for

information. You know, perfectly ordinary sort of routine questions.

So she asks him what the child's name is, and he says Claire.

Odd name.

Sex, she says, enormous.

I'm losing a fortune.

Don't worry, it's against the law.

Luisa, do you know Giuseppe Lagana?

No, but I certainly did know your mother.

Sit down, please.

It's over 15 years, isn't it? In a lot more.

Well, it's like being a witness to an historic meeting.

When I write my memoirs, I can say I was there.

Notice I'm going to the bar discreetly.

Well, I imagine I look different.

As a matter of fact, no.

You've changed a lot, you know that?

Well, yes.

Why shouldn't I? They used to take their toll. What can we do?

You were merely pretty.

Now you're stupendous.

People are looking at us. Do you notice?

Do you really care?

Oh, maybe.

I know who the gossips are.

They're all here fishing.

And the girl should consider her honor.

We're all a little absurd with our sense of honor.

I was joking.

Are you staying through the summer?

Well, that depends, I guess, on you.

Louisa, wait.

What for?

I just want to look at you without anyone around, that's all.

Well, go ahead then.

But hurry before any of our friends comes and notices why they think I was

flirting while my husband's in Milan for four whole days.

Time is up.

I see.

No, I don't.

I want you. You must know that. I... You're mad.

You mustn't say that anymore.

You haven't taken your vitamin C.

You're a love.

But this kind of conversation is offensive, mere sentimental muck. You're

forced to hear it from my husband, and that's certainly ample.

And you must admit that you've got no right to assume that I'd choose to

sacrifice his trust in me.

I know that, but I'm... It makes me unhappy you're so cold and cruel to me,

and yet I still adore you.

And you flouted as if it were nothing. Many times I thought of you being all

alone and... If I could come and talk. I like to talk, you know. Nothing ever

important, but... Not a chance.

I know your reputation.

And when actually measured, who cares?

Only this is there to say to you. So long, it's been nice, and in case I see

you at the bar, let's just say... Louisa, meet me tomorrow at 6.45.

Alfredo.

You break a blood vessel or something.

Well, I had the impression you were rather a timid soul.

You seemed so years ago.

As soon as you walked in the room, I don't know, it seemed like... It wasn't

by accident.

I was looking for you.

How good is your memory?

Don't worry, I don't forget a thing.

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Here I am again.

Sorry about that.

Am I too soon?

Oh, I think we've said it all.

You can stay.

I'll bet.

Giuseppe, you're quite a character.

They said so at the bar. It seems you have the status of a celebrity here in

Catania. Don't you live in Paris?

Only this I already knew. That you were the first and more platonic, that is,

Caterina. But no one ever told me that.

Luisa. I said platonic.

I have to go now.

I'll call you. I hope so.

Well, Luisa. It was very pleasant. I hope I'll see you again. You will,

darling. Whenever you decide.

Au revoir.

He's death for a woman.

Affectionate, intelligent, handsome. What more is there?

And a bachelor?

I don't know. Oh, you're being sly.

But that's not important, is it?

You forgot it, I know.

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Yes?

Pronto? Catalina, it's Giuseppe.

Well, hello.

Why not? You said you would.

No, I... Well, thank you.

A little tired.

You know, since I saw you last night, I haven't been able to think about

anything else.

I... I know.

That's how I feel.

Are you alone now?

Yes. Can I come over?

No, not here, no.

Can you come tomorrow not bad I do

You've got an admirer. You've been hiding things.

It's a

very

special friend your mama grew up with.

Giuseppe and I went to school together.

He was very important to me, almost like a bow.

Doesn't that mean something special to receive roses from someone, mama?

Well, yes and no.

Depends on the roses.

Depends on the woman.

Depends on the person who sends them. And your aunt doesn't appreciate dirty

nails. I don't feel like going there. I'll end up hating summer vacations if

I'm forced to spend them there all the time.

Grazie.

Oh, come on. She's very anxious to see you.

It's not the whole summer. It's only a few days.

Trade your big red rose for smile.

Is the man saying to a woman that he loves her when he sends her some

flowers?

Well, I know it says something. I suppose he's just saying... There's a

car. Go ahead. Now, don't keep them waiting. Hurry up.

Hey.

And I've got to stay there all next week or what?

Listen, you stay out of trouble.

And Sunday I'll phone, I'll talk to your aunt and tell her you're to come back

early Tuesday morning.

Ciao, Bella.

Well, we just about ran into my daughter.

They've got to meet sooner or later.

I didn't thank you for the roses. They were lovely.

Will you have something to drink?

All right.

We are doing nothing wrong.

You haven't any reason to worry.

I feel very shy.

Was I?

There was nobody beside you.

You know that all those years, I knew that some part of me had died.

That one time, the only time we ever touched, I worried I would never feel

like that again.

When? Oh, one day long ago in your fancy drawing room.

You were really frightened.

Do you recall?

The curtain. The green curtain.

I thought any moment your mother would come in the room.

My honor would have been ruined a tenth.

If I was so innocent, I would have done anything you asked then.

Stupid girl.

I haven't told this to anyone.

I thought about that room as I was getting married.

At this time I... You... I know.

But I always had to know it was something I would be haunted with. And

yet... It's just that... All I've been... Antonio...

Family... And it's something God... But

not because it was the first time.

You see,

that's my point. To choose, not to get entangled.

The entire world's full of women. Why?

For us to enjoy life a la carte.

Yeah.

Oh, well.

Tell me. Tell me the truth.

What is it you expect to find here?

Who knows?

It's the feeling you could find looking back.

I don't know.

An old tree in a park. A book I read.

A sudden memory.

For a minute I'm there, and before I know it, it goes.

Mysticism.

Go. You're in love. You're trapped. I knew it would happen. The object is to

stop on this danger.

Ass? The sound of pride.

Did you hear that? His sense of pride is abused.

Even fools have pride.

I've got a little hair right up inside this nostril. It bothers me. Find it,

can you?

No, no, no. Not that one. This one has been itching for a whole hour.

Ah, that's better. Thank you.

Ah, to get up in a fine morning to begin to prepare for the intoxicating task of

choosing between all the flowers in my meadow. And I'm happy because I have the

freedom of choice. You, you plan to trade it for one old-fashioned

perennial. That's a bad joke.

I know.

It's not funny to you because you know I'm right, although you won't admit it.

But to break a date like that, I came up with those two for tonight and you're

spoiling it. Now, where is there any harm in spending a few innocent hours

with a pair of strippers from Hamburg?

No complications, no responsibilities.

Very relaxing time.

But it's not for me.

You can come or not, I don't care.

I'll just have to squire both of them around by myself. But don't let that

influence your decision.

All right, I'll come then.

Since I'm obviously needed.

You must be joking.

I could easily handle both and you know it. Nobody has equaled my past record

for epic womanizing that I know of. I'm far out front.

No, I mean, that's enough.

Come tonight if you can. You'll be doing me a favor, all right? Don't worry, I'll

meet you about 11.

I have a sneaky suspicion that you're going to forget.

I won't forget.

No, no, no, I was referring to women.

You should look at things the way I do.

A man's freedom is a gift not to be taken lightly and that's something the

youth of today understands.

You got a lot of girls?

I got four kids.

What's so funny?

He doesn't change anything. He's an exception, that's all.

He's a little rabbit, this one.

You're not a fool.

The point is, you should try a new tactic, darling.

Why bother? I'm not important to him.

It's stupid to expect anything more.

What's the point in tactics?

We grew up together.

After all, I went to school with Giuseppe. I knew his best friend.

It seems so pointless to play games at heart. I'm sure that's what he's doing,

love, if you forget your pride.

It's not pride at all, Louisa.

We always have to start right back at zero.

Mind as a child.

We start all over again each time.

You're not making sense, Delamie.

To jump to conclusions is silly.

I know it's true he could tell a thought, but it's hardly a tragedy.

Who's making it a tragedy?

Her.

Except I'm so mad at myself.

I know you feel dreadful.

You only.

Come on, the truth.

Listen.

I know I'm a bit of a tard.

To put it nicely.

Or you could say the penchant for wickedness.

But fun is fun, I say.

When you're going to fall, then you're going to fall, darling.

Of course, it may be injurious to your pride.

If you get used to it, then you'll forget it.

Well, you're lucky.

There's a spider in my room!

I really mean it. It's a spider. A what?

I saw it run out of the closet.

Who?

What if he gets hurt? Yes, all right. I'll be right there.

Don't. I'm not going to stay.

Ciao, Louisa.

And don't worry, love.

Auntie Cassandra says tomorrow we'll telephone.

Ciao. Let's just mind it. Ciao.

All right, where'd our spider go?

It's a big lie.

It's a big lie.

What did she say that for?

I wanted her to leave and I thought that would help.

I know she bores you, but then you don't understand her.

Mama, tell me, do you still get flowers from that man?

Get into your bed.

Go ahead.

Do you hear me?

Uh-huh.

No, he hasn't sent me anymore.

All right.

Down with it.

It doesn't matter. I'll come over there.

No,

don't worry.

No one will see me. I'll be careful.

You've got to trust me.

Because I want to show you something.

Why not?

I know, but don't worry.

I want you to see it.

Fine.

Exquisite.

But this is priceless, I guess.

It belonged to my mother.

I want you to win.

Please.

Were you with the girl all the time?

I was with Alfredo.

Alfredo Vito.

Ah.

With two girlfriends.

But I realized you're what I was looking for, Catalina.

And I think about those years without you.

All empty.

useless, meaningless.

I go to others and try to find you.

I remember a girl.

She used to pray for this, you know?

For God to make Giuseppe hers.

Did she?

And now you're mine.

Mine.

Goody, goody, no school today, Mama.

Why not?

Because you forgot to set your alarm and it's after nine.

Oh, God, what have I done?

Mamma mia, I overslept.

Did he give that to you?

Who, darling?

That man.

I mean, the one that likes you, did he?

Did you see him again?

And in Paris, people think mostly of money.

A desperate pace.

A peculiar way of living.

One learns to adjust to it.

Yet the tourist, after seeing the Tour Eiffel in the afternoon, is sure he

knows all Paris.

Yes, but I heard the girls are a lot prettier.

Where do you hear that?

I know.

They're often plain there.

Here they're all pretty.

And the French can be so gallant.

You managed to emulate that, I noticed.

How come you took down a picture of your father?

We've got it in the other room. It's a lot better suited for a desk than

hanging against a wall.

Mom, we're going in my room. Ciao.

Mamma mia.

There's a man's face.

She's no dope.

I like her.

Very important you like her.

That and more.

I'd better have adored her anyway.

I thought it was my idea.

And she was the one to run to the rescue.

It was a silly idea.

She really adored Antonio.

Maybe I had no right to take it down.

I think she probably understands what you wanted. And she loved him.

And then for the last time.

Ah, giorno signore.

The power of love can change the weather, I see. It's too early to tell.

Well, let's hope for the best. Why not? You know that.

I suddenly realized something.

It's not so terribly important what others think.

You have a daughter, and what's concerned for her?

She could have misunderstood.

That's what I was afraid of.

The others aren't important. They mean nothing.

Nothing, nothing.

No one realized that we'd been left alone.

I was here in the dark looking out the window.

It's 11 o'clock, you know.

I'm ready.

You two are always going out at night.

Mama, why can't Giuseppe stay here?

I mean, I wouldn't feel so alone.

He wouldn't mind staying. Wouldn't you ask him?

Well, I never really thought that you... Believe me, whatever you both want is

okay with me.

You wouldn't be thinking of your mama.

That's logical.

And what if I am?

Mom, is it okay if I go for a swim?

Go ahead, as long as you're not late.

Do you mind?

Of course not.

Ciao. Thank you. Buongiorno.

You know, I think she likes treating you as a father. I hope that doesn't terrify

you.

You going to sleep here?

You really want me to stay?

Yes, I want you to.

Good night, Garcia.

Come on.

The girls, the volume.

Ouch! That's so loud, I fall.

Hence, now, for something using which love I do.

I'm setting it off.

Listen, Teresa.

Oh, wait. Just a second.

Teresa, may I have a tango?

Oh.

You want a banana?

Oh, he's done for the show.

Boo!

Why are you carrying that bezel around?

Aphrodisiac. My condolences.

No, it's not for me. It's for the others, the dear souls.

What souls? Male or female?

My boy, aside from you and me, there isn't a worthy cock on the walk.

They pass from adolescence directly into senility.

They're all hopelessly intelligent.

A female, a female.

Now I feel it's our duty to help them.

And what about you?

Are you fighting the boredom?

Deeply in love.

Deeply? Naturally.

Of course, for a cynic, it must be a bore.

Yeah, you seem down, though. You're way off the mark. I'm in an excellent mood.

It's not exactly euphoric, I would say.

I wonder why.

Your lover's a widow, therefore no infidelity, no crime of passion. A

perfect setup, you know, I mean that.

And to think that you live there, and with the blessing of a rather hot

-blooded daughter.

Graziella. Yes, but...

I only suggested that her interests were unusually mature. I didn't call her a

putain. I think it's better if we just change the subject, Alfredo.

She's a charming girl.

Who says she's not?

No, you've got to get yourself out of that situation.

Please, I'm worried about you. No, let me explain. You're living dangerously.

You don't consider the possibilities.

How do you mean?

I'll make it plainer.

No man is a cuckold as long as he's not married, true?

But a lover leaves an opening for a husband. So your status is fragile,

unless you marry Catalina.

Let's say you do. But then she could choose to be untrue when they're

inclined to, so it doesn't make sense to entertain the thought.

Therefore, while you remain as her lover, cuckold, yet when she sleeps with

him, she's being untrue to you. And even though you're single, you suffer as a

true cuckold.

You see, it's all hopeless because two cuckolds coexisting in the same

household you can't have.

So all this leads to a fight, each for the other under arrest.

Either way, you lose.

That has to be Piradello.

Why

are

you being rude?

Didn't you hear me call?

It did not apply to me.

And when I read...

I'm usually concentrating.

What is that?

Nothing.

What are you reading?

Nothing.

How long has your mother been gone?

Long time.

I understand, Giovannino.

Women are entitled to respect and courtesy.

But I don't mean by that that I intend to give up my seat on a crowded bus.

They're no more entitled to sit than we are.

Let's say she's a nun.

Ah.

She's a fat nun. Then I don't mind.

If you can't stand it, you shouldn't take a bus.

And I'm including the old and the pregnant, for they should have bothered

to plan things a little bit better. What about the routine we go through? Please,

signora, sit down, and so forth. It's idiotic and stupid, right?

A woman makes love.

And it's a known fact that most find pleasure as we do, no? Fine, but what's

the point of the farce? You call a woman up, candy, flowers.

She meets you at two o'clock in the morning and then you get less than a

half hour together.

It's a waste of time, no?

If they want to call, let them call.

I'm here and they know it.

Oh, of course they call me every day because I got spoiled.

Pronto, joyeux de la femme.

Pronto, Alfredo, it's Louisa.

Oh, child, darling, are you all right?

What do you mean? I'm fine.

I couldn't besides. You told me you were willing to wait until Thursday or

Friday. What's the matter with you, man?

What's happening to you? Listen, have you... No, I told you yesterday when you

called, I thought we had a little understanding, my pet.

That you'd try to be just a teeny-weeny bit more patient. Please listen, I never

called you, Alfredo. And if we have an understanding, it's that you were going

to repair my pewter pot for me. Do you remember?

Yes, I know. Only I can't tonight.

But, uh, no, tomorrow I'm going home.

You want to play the proper jackass, huh? Well, there are those who

appreciate it, but I'm immune.

I can make it.

I'll come over later.

I just got through saying I'm immune.

Don't be a fool.

Your heart can take it. I'm sure it's not broken.

Now, don't cry, please, my pet. Don't cry. You know what that does to me.

I'm going to get very angry in a moment. Calm yourself.

All X-level is to bamboo.

Vanessa is cat, so big sops up.

I know you do.

All right, I'll be there after midnight, though.

Ah, she's going insane, I tell you. She's going mad.

Giuseppe.

Hey,

wake up, you.

Hey, I said to wake you before I left.

Bet I could sleep.

Won't we?

I'm going to sleep in my room.

When we were in Seville, Palermo and Baghdad were the two most important

capitals in the world.

Then Baghdad evolved more and we stayed behind in Sicily.

For example, here we can have a wife in the head, and 70 out of 100 don't make a

good success. You can't say, look, she's defunct, she'll regret it later. You

can't say that. But instead you change her, maybe with a higher salary.

Not only that, but you can have four or five wives, if you like. There's the

market, of the new, of the used, go there and buy it.

So, an average wife can cost, you can count, about 500,

on the road, though. And now I'm obedient.

If someone does the capricciosa, you ask him, tonight nothing, eh? Tonight at bed

without dinner, eh?

Well,

yes, I'm happy.

Caterina, I'm going to take a walk. Do you mind?

But we told the others we were going to play canasta.

Well, it doesn't matter.

No, you stay here. I'll come back to get you in a couple of hours.

I don't have to stay.

Don't change your plan.

All right.

I was just telling Caterina that you looked somewhat pale.

It's only an affectation, an air of debauchery that irresistibly fascinates

the female.

He could get me into trouble.

I'll take him when you're finished with him. If there's anything left.

I mean it, darling.

Tommy.

Ciao.

I forgot my lighter.

Mama's not here. She's playing can-ass.

Why don't you leave it? I don't know about three I You

tired

no

You men.

Look at the mess we got to clean up.

Want some help?

No.

What are you saying?

None are more untidy?

Everyone I know.

That's not true.

I'm not.

Oh, yes, you are.

Come here.

No.

Hand me that magazine, will you?

Here. Sit down a while.

I got too much to do.

Why don't you rest?

You can clean up later.

No!

What's this?

Why don't we look at it together?

Your turn.

Okay.

Have you read it all?

Have you?

Not yet.

Okay.

Okay.

No. What do you want?

How do you mean?

I like it better with you.

What does he do?

I haven't let him touch me for a long time.

Everything that you and I have done?

No.

Let's do it again.

Without you, I don't care about the concert.

It's not true. I'll come with you anyway, if you prefer. No one will sing

it again. Poor thing.

Who will sing it again?

I'll meet you both when it's over.

Don't bother.

I'll just take a taxi home, I don't mind.

I'll bet he's got a date.

If I were you, darling, I would get suspicious about now.

You're on my wedding list for an appointment.

Ciao. I'll catch him in the dark.

Yeah, it's so easy to have.

Let me ask you. What have we here?

Hey, I think you've got something caught under your nose, Orlando.

Is that a mustache?

It's my first dash.

There's no point in your making it so painfully blatant.

When you kiss a woman, she must feel the mere hint of hair, not a rose garden.

My lips are free, see, but your lips are denied completely their right to the

joys of the sun. The pulp must be bare.

Yes, sir.

My wife says the same thing. I knew that having it was complicated and shaving it

off.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're rid of it. Shave it all off. It's better. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Another marriage saying.

Giuseppe!

Bene, sto qua?

He's someone you should know.

Born and raised in Catania.

And one of the most famous fornicators in Europe.

That was honed for many years in Paris.

Montmartre, Espigal, the Latin Quarter.

They named it the Latin Quarter because there you find the greatest Latin lovers

of the world.

And that's where they're noted for their bravura.

And you can guess what that one's noted for.

Sit down, Giuseppe.

Enjoying this informal assembly of time wasters.

Giuseppe, Tulli.

No,

you see, we are gathered here spontaneously to exchange perspectives,

to talk of... No, no, no, no, no.

Actually, we aren't talking of women.

No, it's psychology this time. Yes, the psychology of women. Very intriguing.

It is.

You make love to one, and then afterwards she sees you in the street.

You know, she never even notices you.

Look, look.

Oh, that one. Oh, don't turn around. She'll know what I'm talking about.

She had an attack the 24th time. What?

The 24th time.

Ah, did she? Nothing serious. A slight case of overstimulation.

Now she passes without the slightest recognition.

Female, I hate thee.

Shakespeare said it so well.

Honorable villain, damned saint, insidious, perfidious. That one was

worth six.

A very improper remark.

Someone could hear you. And take offense, or worse.

It may be offensive, but she's married to a very small man.

Now, you see, risks are no problem for suave seducer.

A man gets old when he doesn't want to take her.

He laughs instead, who's lulling her dead.

Never a scene.

Giuseppe, you are being followed.

No, no, don't turn around.

It's Graziella.

A cornucopia of charm.

Mediocrity is going to spoil that.

Why? Because my friend shall end up married to a waiter.

And listen, what is going on?

Is she spying on you, or is it the other way around?

Excuse me.

What did I say? Did I say anything?

I didn't say anything at all.

Giuseppe.

Ciao, this is Bibi.

Giuseppe, hello.

I thought you decided to go to the concert.

I never said I was.

I was sure you would.

I'm not going to stay out because I've got a lot to study.

You want me to take you home, don't you?

Yes, but only as far as the door.

See you later.

Bye.

How would you say it? I see him sometimes, that's all.

Is it just a friend or the one that... Yeah, that's the one. But I haven't

known him for very long.

Were you planning to come here together?

He did ask, that's true, but I said no.

I told him things weren't like they were before.

Before what?

Let's go up, do you want to?

Hey, wait.

I was having ice cream with Bibi and we bumped into Giuseppe.

Really? What was the bronze?

Beethoven.

We did so most.

Go on.

Because it's only by luck that you learn to love.

You understand that, though?

I'm lucky.

Oh, the same.

Knowing I could have missed that is frightening.

I mean, you looked and you said poor little rat, but when that was the first

time...

It's nothing.

It was only a window, that's all.

Get out of this house.

Catalina, let me explain.

Nothing to blame. Get out of this house, I said.

But nothing's happened.

We haven't done what you think.

Fine.

Fine. Of course it was all a game, just kid stuff.

I mean hell if you did nothing, if you never took your pants down. Listen to

me.

I'm not trying to excuse myself.

I only know I love you.

And you and I have got to remain the same.

What you've done is evil.

But why?

Why, Graziella?

My God, what's happening to me?

What's happening?

You've done this to a child my own blood.

Yet that meant very little, I imagine.

Oh, God, how can I?

I trusted you.

All right, calm down.

At least try.

We'll get nowhere if you go on like this.

I offered to love you and it seemed right.

All I... All I had.

I didn't hold back.

It was too much to keep inside.

So much love for you.

And yet I know it hasn't gone.

Only it's confused so. With loathing you and the sick feel of nausea, but...

I know it's here inside me.

Because you can't expect love to go away in a second.

It dies slowly.

It takes a while.

And when it dies, whatever happens, I know.

I'll feel only empty inside.

Just empty dead.

All right, I promise to go away from here. Just empty. But, please, I beg

you.

Forgive me, Cassandra.

You've got to forgive me.

No, it's not that easy.

No, that doesn't solve a thing.

You can't get off that easy.

My God, can't you keep it under control any longer? You bang it up there and you

imagine everything's all right again?

I love you just the same. You love an object, God damn it. You had the love of

a woman only. It seems to have meant nothing.

Meant nothing.

It's all the same to you, isn't it?

I'm only where you put it whenever it gets cold, huh?

Being in love for you is using that.

Only you don't understand.

Whatever the hell it's for, love doesn't mean that. No, my dear sir, get that

into your head.

No, that's not all there is.

No.

No, it's more.

I thought you realized that you knew what it means.

But I couldn't have invented it all.

You made a choice, so did I, because I needed you.

I needed you.

Oh, I... I know, of course.

For the modern man, the word fidelity is out of use.

But I trusted you entirely.

And that's the one thing you ignored.

You cancelled everything.

Just like that.

But what's the use?

What does it matter anymore?

I'll get over this somehow.

I'm old enough to take care of myself.

But Gratela, no!

Gratela, no!

You see, I don't worry about me. But she... She's only a baby.

She's got the right to be young a little while longer.

Do you have to spoil that too?

Another woman, that's easy. All right, I know, I understand.

You took my daughter, though. How am I to forget that?

I'm a child, can't you see that? Only a small child.

I mean, is there a reason that your body demands the body of a baby?

Because it doesn't mean the same thing.

They suffer inside.

Their minds, their hearts are open.

Do you know what that means?

She doesn't know what these things are. She's incapable of that. She's

incapable.

She's only a baby. Can't you understand?

It's time for her to learn. It's time for her to understand. It's time.

It's time.

Get dressed. You're going away.

You don't want me to go to school?

That's right.

Not today.

Where am I going?

You'll stay with your aunt.

At least until I find you a decent boarding school.

I'm gonna pee my pants.

I promise that I'll be good, Mama, but if I have to go away... I don't think

you realize.

I don't think you know what you've done, do you?

I do, and I'm very sorry about it.

I no longer feel I can count on you. Then you'll have to count on Giuseppe.

Giuseppe has nothing to do with it.

We're not speaking of Giuseppe. Giuseppe won't be coming back. You won't be

seeing Giuseppe at all. Understand?

You and I were talking about what happened last night. What you've done

and what you've done to me.

Do you have any idea?

You heard him.

I don't want to punish you.

That's not what I want.

But what happened is very serious, you know.

Very serious.

If there was your father... If there was my father, Giuseppe wouldn't be here.

Giuseppe won't let you send me away.

Giuseppe will do everything I say.

It's not true! If you do bad things to me, he will defend me!

Graziella!

I'm hungry.

Can I have a coffee and milk or not?

Graziella!

He doesn't have to defend you from me.

I will defend you from him.

Mom, why don't you tell me the truth?

What do you mean by the truth?

I think you're right to be angry with me and Giuseppe for what we did.

But if we promise not to do it again...

Graziella,

listen. Listen, love.

I'm not angry.

I'm hurt.

And not just for what you think.

I... You see, I have to reason for you.

Even at the cost of looking bad.

Mama, listen, I... I swear I'm sorry.

That I don't want to make you suffer anymore.

That... Everything can go back to how it was before, Mama.

Nothing to remain but the memory?

No, it isn't as simple as that.

It happened. That's all. We must accept it. It's that simple.

No. Not when there's suffering and agony.

I think he should come back here right away.

Come back here?

What do you mean by that? You mean that he should stay here? I promise you

nothing will happen.

Please don't make me leave here or you wish you hadn't.

Touch with each other.

It's very easy to get letters through a friend.

We'll see each other.

You won't force me into anything.

Sending me away isn't really helping.

I thought you could be trusted alone again.

You can trust us.

I mean it.

I do. I swear I do.

If you mean it.

If you mean it, darling.

And he... He will decide how he wants.

Do you want a coffee?

Graziella is not in love with me. It was a game for her and I fell for it.

But knowing what happened between us, do you really think this is as important as

you? A game?

You ought to have seen your face just now. But this is no solution. To me it

makes no sense, Katerina.

Fine, go ahead. Let's talk of sense. You've no more brains than a peacock.

Do you think I wanted this?

Not at all.

I don't believe it at all.

But it'll be worse without you.

She'll suffer even more.

This I know.

This I know.

And so we just forget about us.

Is that it?

Sure. Each goes his own way.

You can write the book.

We have nothing left anymore.

Don't be silly. I know that Mama knows that I see you here.

I don't believe it.

It's very true. It's just that she realized what she'd rather not say. I

tell you, she does know.

And I don't care.

Why don't you care?

Because I feel my mother's a perfect knucklehead. You shouldn't talk like

that. Then you still love my mother?

Yes, even more.

And me?

Do you love me more than her?

It's not the same thing.

I decided I don't want you to love anyone else. You gotta love only me.

Better wait till you know what it means.

It was the moment when the newspaper sent me to Korea.

I stayed there for a year.

But the most interesting thing I did was a report in Africa.

On Guinea.

We can talk, right? Of course.

Why don't you tell me what you did last night? It'll be fun.

Unfortunately, everything has become more fun than being here.

And since you're not having fun either... I didn't say anything. I don't

care about what she says.

I'm sorry, Giuseppe.

I wasn't serious.

I was just joking.

Let's go to the cinema, will you?

No.

I have work to do.

And you too, wouldn't it be bad if you studied a little?

Oh, it's not the case that for the sake of a good father, you know.

Why don't you just say that you're going out to have fun?

When are you coming back? We'll call you.

Stupid!

No, I mean, yes, I mean, I understand that there is tension.

But do you know how Caterina is?

And then...

Maybe you're right, but it's not like Caterina trusts me too much for serious

confessions. And I trust you, Luisa.

I need a favor.

I need someone who's not me to talk to.

Don't worry, dear, I'll give you a hand.

Here.

Hey, Caterina can't go on like this.

Ah.

The situation for me has become unsustainable, but now I don't care

anymore. Good, that's what you have to do.

Don't care.

It's just that things have become complicated.

Too much.

And as far as she has thought about it, I think, I just have to close.

But, you see, Luisa...

And that's exactly what Caterina... If she refuses to understand, she

thinks you don't love her anymore.

But Benedetto Giuseppe, why didn't you stay in Paris?

Anyway, I'm on your side.

I can try to talk to Caterina, but... Who knows who did

it?

I'm no prude, you know. I mean debauchery and triangles, quadrangles,

orgies. I've done it all, but... But you're playing with a baby with a child.

You're being loving to them both. It's immoral.

Immoral. Absolutely wanton and depraved. Now you listen, you.

I know what I've done.

You might not understand me, but I didn't expect you to. You don't have to.

Only please don't judge me either. I will answer for what I did.

All your indignation is only with this talk.

You and that playboy provincial morality.

You, you're joking.

Yes,

I know.

I'm going out of my mind, I tell you. I can't take it.

I know, of course, the simplest thing to do is to go home.

I haven't got that kind of courage.

But what I frankly haven't gotten into my head yet, no matter how hard I try, I

can't understand how you, for someone as innately intelligent as you, how could

you ever get entangled in a situation of this kind?

I don't understand it either. That's the whole point.

I find that after living as I've lived all these years, I've probably lost all

the good sense I had.

So by the time I realized that I'd let myself become a child's toy, it was too

late.

Graziella isn't going to suffer. She was only play acting anyway. But I told you

the truth.

I love Caterina. I want her to believe me.

God.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Do you understand? I don't know what to do.

That's awesome.

I don't care what you do, but I will not see her in agony.

Graziella, no.

Not her.

I don't believe she is. She's a young girl, after all.

They suffer no more.

Forget about this bit of dramatics.

How do you know?

They're not tough inside. They suffer and horribly.

As a matter of fact, she's hardly a child anymore. Thanks. Thanks again.

What do you want from me? Just to go on fighting?

I want you to continue to see her. Call her and ask her if she's all right.

Don't let her think you don't want to see her. Don't always neglect her.

You're the one I miss.

I don't want to talk about her.

There's nothing more.

What would you do with the pieces?

A woman demoralized, without the respect of her own child.

I deserve it. I admit that.

It's all your imagination. I'm certain of that. Why worry? I've lost it. But

you're wrong to feel that. No, Giuseppe.

Don't you think I know?

I don't know how I'm going to regain it. But yet all this is proof to mean much

more than that.

I know no one's as guilty as I because I deluded myself.

But you're wrong, wrong, wrong. You're not responsible, not in any way.

Your saying that isn't going to help me.

Spare me your charitable manner.

Why should you make my excuses?

Listen, Giuseppe, I only ask you to do this.

Be nice to Graziella. That's all. Be nice to her.

You don't sacrifice anything. You owe her that much.

Even if it's a lie.

Don't let her feel you want to avoid her. You've got to make her feel that

she matters to you, that she means something to you. Please.

To me, that's useless, hopeless.

To put an end to it would be surely the simplest way.

Can't we be honest?

God, how you talk.

Could you explain yourself better?

Oh, I see you're being honest because it suits you.

It's got to end sometime.

You ended it.

I got my notice by messenger.

You imagine by sending Louisa you can ease and soften my pain. That's amusing.

And happily we end the story.

Well, it was nice. Pity it's ended.

Bravo. Molto bravo. The man offers condolences a dozen roses and on he

goes.

So that's why we're here.

You told me to meet you.

But you didn't make that clear.

I thought you came to talk about Graziella. Forgive me.

Can't you swim?

Or are you waiting for Graciela?

I feel more like reading.

You're not afraid of me, are you?

You're being funny.

I wouldn't like to feel I'm boring you.

Where's Graciela?

It's too early.

And if she sees the two of us alone here?

Why should it matter to Graciela if we're alone here?

You and I know that.

Yes, I know the whole thing. Why are you saying this? What are you hinting at?

Watch now what you say, because I'm on to your game.

Graziella tells me all.

It's juicy, lurid fact.

If you let me use your cabin, I might let you buy me ice cream and candy.

My towel's wet.

I'm using yours. You don't mind, do you?

Go ahead.

Why don't you come and help me?

No.

You've gone bats, huh? Why didn't you tell you were my friend? Giuseppe

doesn't care about you. He can't. He doesn't mean anything to you. What did

you do it for?

I've been hoping to test this guy, but that can't affect you.

It was fun to affect him, but old-fashioned.

Anyway, he was your mother's lover before, and you didn't seem to care

about that.

You don't know anything about it.

Giuseppe loves me alone.

Giuseppe loves me.

He's mine.

She really made a scene.

Really belted it to Hong Kong.

Giuseppe's mine.

I don't want to hurt her anymore.

Don't worry.

She'll get over it.

What do you care anyway? It's about time she grew up.

Graciela. Graciela.

Graciela.

Graciela, what happened? What is it?

Why are you crying? Tell me.

Come on, please tell me. What is it?

Tell me.

I can't say anything, Mama.

What do you mean? Try.

Don't be afraid to tell me.

I don't want to see you like this. Please don't, don't cry, Garcia.

She was there.

I stood in front of her.

Rosita.

Rosita.

You're not gonna treat me like that!

Don't, it's alright.