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IDENTIFICATION OF A WOMAN

Where the hell did I put
the alarm key?

Keep cool.

Calm down.

What bloody habits!

What a terrible habit!

His wife was a fearful woman.

When they divorced,
she went away,

taking her fear along with her,
but not the alarm.

Yeah, hang on.

Coming!

Niccolo, don't forget your promise.
It's been a year.

Yes, I know...

I know, I know...

You're right, damn it!

- Everything OK?
- Yes, it's my fault.

- Thanks, Romolo.
- I took this with me.

- You never know.
- You did well.

- Good night.
- Night, Romolo.

The stamps!

That's it! Again?

Hello?

- Mr Niccolò Farra?
- Who's speaking ?

- You're back at last?
- What do you mean?

Hello?

I've been asked to tell you
something very important.

Important for you.

You know what time it is?

You weren't there before.

Who are you?

Can we meet?

If it's so important, let's hear it.
Who are you?

Not over the phone.

It's a delicate matter.
It's better in person.

Who asked you to call?

I'll tell you when we meet.

Leave me your phone number.

I don't have a phone.
We have to meet.

Tomorrow at Fassi's
ice cream parlour at 10 AM.

OK.

Who is it?

Why do I keep thinking of you?

Hello.

For some time, Mr Farra,

you seem interested
in a very pretty girl.

Unfortunately, I never saw her.

Her name?

I'm sure we're thinking
of the same person.

Anyway, it's my business, isn't it?

Here we are. That's just it.

I have a feeling
it's not just your business.

I'm here to give you
a piece of advice.

Such as?

Go on, I'm curious to hear
the ending.

That's it.

I'm not threatening you.

I'm merely warning you.

Do you mind explaining?

Well, if you don't want to be
bothered...

- Yes, sir?
- Nothing, thanks.

Here.

Thank you.

What one will do for an ice cream!

Alright, we'll meet to-morrow at 4.

Please, be punctual.

- May I use the phone?
- Sure, all yours.

Bye, see you tomorrow then.

It's me. I've something interesting
to tell you. Shall we meet?

Would you answer?
The secretary's gone.

Of course.

Yes?

May I speak to the doctor?

She's busy right now. May I help?

My name's Farra too.

You're also a gynaecologist?

No, no...
The doctor's my sister

and so... I am her brother.

I called for an appointment,
not to chat.

You're right, excuse me. I'm sorry.

- Niccolò Farra, the film director?
- So they say.

Listen. Since you have to wait,

would you mind describing yourself?

- Why? You want me for a film?
- I don't know.

I've never seen you.

I'm uneasy when I can't visualize

the person I'm talking to
on the phone.

Here's my sister.

- Thanks.
- Welcome.

Yes?

- I'd like an appointment tomorrow.
- Just a moment.

No, tomorrow I can't.

Your name and phone number?

Maria Vittoria.

Maria... Vittoria...

Luppis. 6-5...

Just a sec.

6-5-6-0-3-9.

Very well. You'll be called back.

- Thanks.
- Welcome.

- Wait for me, please.
- Of course.

If man didn't exist,
would God still exist?

Man already has doubts,
imagine if God didn't exist...

That's true.

And what did God do
before creating the world?

Nothing.

Where's your bed?

Find it.

And the panties?

You take them off, but not yet.

Sex is not your daily bread, I hope.

You asked for the bed.

Can't we just relax a while?

I have problems.

What kind?

Well, not real problems.
I just started very late.

How come?

I was sent to college in Wales
for over 2 years,

right on the ocean.
"Atlantic College".

Never heard of it.

Only you nobles know such places.

Besides studying,

we specialized in lifesaving at sea.

- Lifesaving?
- Yes.

When our canoes capsized,
we'd save each other.

In winter, summer...

Even after eating and in rough seas.

Always waves, always in a canoe...

But we enjoyed all of it.

Except one never got laid.

Forbidden.
And so I had to wait.

The college was very beautiful.

The doctor had told me
not to have sex for a while.

- Who, my sister?
- Yes.

- You saw her?
- Yes.

Just this one time can't be
too serious.

Cigarette?

Here they are.

Is that why the other night...

Please, I don't like sex talk.

God forbid!

I know, I know...

But I don't know how to be punctual.
Sorry.

What's up?

Has someone chatted you up lately?

All the time.

No. I mean one in particular.

Probably rich and elderly.

Why do you ask?

Because he's interested
to the point of threatening me.

What're you talking about?

Come on, threatening you!

Two hours ago,

he called me and we met.

He made me understand

I'd better lay off you.

Who is he?

- Nobody comes to mind?
- No.

Try to think.

I'm thinking.

I have no idea.

Well...

Do you want me to swear?

Is his face familiar?

No.

Are you sure?

Never seen him.

I'd say he's your suitor's gorilla.

Do I go out with gorillas?

Not gorillas

but bashful lovers who hire them.

Your crowd must be full of them.

I left that crowd long ago.

What now?

Well... What now?

Don't think we're going to split up
for that bastard.

No.

Of course not.

I wonder what he looks like.

How about introducing me
to some of your old friends?

Alright.

Good evening.

- Evening, Carlo.
- Good evening.

- Mavi!
- Hi, how are you?

- I'll see you up there?
- Of course.

You're here too?

- Leaving?
- Be back.

Promise?

- How's Mum?
- Well. Call her up.

- My sister?
- And him?

- One would think that...
- Would think what?

- Is that Luppis?
- Yes, she disappeared.

...you went to college
with each one in a canoe.

- Why?
- You're at ease with them.

Obviously they feel at ease with me.

Besides, men attract me.

Particularly in springtime.

I always make new acquaintances
in the spring.

Lucky it's still winter.

I have a little time yet.

Just a moment, please.
I've got something to tell you.

Hello.

- How are you?
- And you?

- Been a long time.
- Yes.

Shooting a film?

- Do you see my movies?
- Of course.

- Do you mind if we go?
- No.

Who knows if anyone ever watched me
while I slept?

- Who is he?
- One who earns millions by the day.

What does he do with it?

Some are penniless here.

But the rich know what to do with it.

That's why it isn't all their fault

when things go bad.

It's our social structure.

Our what?

Of course.

Would you call ours a true society?

We lack the very concept of society.

We have one for every
political party.

You have a cigarette?

Sure.

Interested in politics?

Hello, how are you?

Your wife?

The blonde?

I'd love to invite you to my place.

- May I call you?
- Certainly.

You said "my place". Whose?

Yours. Lend it to me.

- Long time no see.
- Yes, I was in Paris.

- What about the elections?
- Mitterrand's very nice.

I think he'll do well.
Anyway, we'll see.

It was one of my ancestors
who also invented the double-bass.

Tell me...

Do all your cocktail parties
and dinners

have this sectarian atmosphere?

They act as if they were spied upon.

Can't blame them.

Many have already escaped.

True.

Once, the poor would emigrate
from Italy.

Now, these do.

What do you do now?

The same as always.

Let's go over there.

- Sorry.
- Please.

- Like the strawberries?
- And you, the wine?

As always.

What are you doing?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me,
are you by any chance...

Recognize him?

I'm sorry.

I lost you.

I want you to meet someone.

- I saw him.
- Who?

Your suitor. I'm sure.

- Show me.
- He disappeared.

How are you?

- I'll see you later.
- Good evening.

Tell me, is something the matter?

Niccolò is looking for a guest
he doesn't know.

What did he do?

- Nothing.
- Then why bother?

If someone here had designs on me,
don't you think I'd know?

You're unfathomable.

Is that bad?

A little hypocrisy helps
now and then.

Astonishing. You manage to appear
at the same time

intelligent and stupid,

good and bad, bitter and sweet.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

You've got the attributes
that make up a character.

And even the defects.

As if you were incapable of...

Mavi.

Listen.

If we're to stay together,
we've got to say it all.

Like it or not.

As we go on,
the dislikes will increase.

I don't want to go there.

Wait, let's stay here.

I feel uneasy in there.

I'm considered a kind of spy.

I'm tolerated thanks to you.

But of course.

You think like them.

I no longer side with them,
you should know.

I side with you.

Must I swear?

You're cute when you swear.

A compliment from you at last.

- Where's file 120?
- I don't know.

Thanks.

Niccolò!

- Hi.
- Sorry.

Look, we were first.

I know. Please wait.

He was right.
He's been waiting so long.

I've had hard times too.

- Did you get my message?
- Yes.

Hi.

My sister's been hit.

God, an accident?

No, herjob. She's been demoted
at the hospital

as head of gynaecology.

It's an abuse of power.

It's because of me.

Because of you? Why?

They're making good their threats,

Without hitting me,
this son of a bitch,

but someone dear to me.

What a blow!

Your family has friends
in that crowd?

My mother might have,

but there's no moving her.

What's wrong?

I'm pissed today.

What for?

My mother's long-time lover

- is starting to obsess me.
- Why?

He calls and wants to see me.

Remember the party at Dandini's

when I stopped to talk to a man?

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I've had something to tell you
for a long time.

- I'd like to see you one day.
- Let's talk now.

Something that goes back 20 years.

- You know?
- Intuition.

Paternity is not so abstract
a concept.

If you took a good look
in the mirror,

you'd know you're my daughter.

No, I wouldn't know.

Look at our hands.

I hated him ever since
I was a child. Don't know why.

And yet he adored me from birth,

without being able to tell me
or anyone.

Without being able to touch
or caress me.

I always instinctively rejected him.

I thought he was a family friend.

Whenever I saw him,
I ran away.

Why?

It's not your fault.

It's not my fault, is it ?

You see that girl?

Two days ago I went motorcycling
with a friend. We got a flat.

A car was parked nearby.

I went over to borrow a screwdriver.

She was inside,

stark naked with a guy.

You see?

She's recognized me too.

Niccolò, don't forget the stamps.

I'm mad but I want to make
a film with you.

You'll have a free hand.

The script's inside your house.
Thanks.

Let's see if these damned stamps
are here.

Catalogue...

"Voices from the hereafter".

Or "Think, I exist".

Objective proof of a life
after death.

He gives me a free hand
but sends me the script.

A list of people who have contacted
the unknown.

Maybe I'll call one of these guys.

Oh dear, oh dear...

If you were to stop?

Me? But you disappeared.
What happened?

Nothing's going to happen
if I don't stop that story.

Think twice before you stop
this story.

Is this why you returned?

Who said family interferes
with private life?

Can't think about myself anymore

and the film I want to make.

What's this film about?

I don't know the story yet.

That's why I didn't tell you before.

The main character is a woman.

How do you know it's a woman
if you don't know the story?

Just a feeling.

A feeling with a feminine shape.
I can't explain.

- Another love story.
- Not so sure.

I wonder what's the sense
in a love story

in this context, in this corruption.

This corruption is what's cemented
our country.

The corrupt are the first
who want to see love stories.

I'm looking for a face.

When I think of this character,
I always picture her.

She isn't right for the part?

Who, Mavi?

She's got nothing to do with my film
but with me.

- Isn't it the same thing?
- No.

Looking for the character means
looking for locations, facts.

Don't you find them?

Going through a crisis?

What crisis?

Listen...

We've often discussed things.

We've been talking over and over
theories and concepts

in our discussions.

And in this time, the world changes

and makes our discussions old, dated
and unfathomable.

- Have you been in a hang-glider?
- Never.

Neither have I but I can imagine.

I would like to feel the same emotion
with a woman.

One always needs to speak,
say a few words...

Silence is heavy.

I wish I could stay quiet
with a woman.

Well...

To have the same type of rapport
I have with nature.

Unless you are totally crazy,

what do you do alone
at sea or in the woods?

You keep quiet.

But without you realizing,
there's a dialogue.

You speak and you answer

as if there was another person.

The ideal woman must identify
with this other person.

The ideal woman...

- Are you waiting for her?
- Yes, I am.

Mavi?

Don't come. Someone's downstairs.

- Can you hear me?
- Are you scared?

I'm scared for you not for me.

- It's not fear.
- You lost your sense of humour.

Too bad if it's so.

The humour may have changed.

- Then I won't come?
- No.

Wait.

I'm not coming.

Look, I'm already getting cellulite.

I should be in the flower of youth,
and instead...

You'll be old when nobody loves you.

For now, there's me, so don't worry.

Are you in love with me?

Hello?

I was downstairs. I ran up.

No, I went out for some cigarettes.

On my way back.

How can I be sure you don't
secretly meet this man?

It's so. Want me to swear it?

- No, I believe you.
- You don't seem convinced.

Well, as you like.

- Is that man still there?
- Yes.

Invite him up for a drink.

Good idea.

I'll call you later. Bye.

Oh, God ! Who is it?

- It's me. Don't turn on the lights.
- Why shouldn't I?

That guy followed me.
He'll be here soon.

If everything's dark, he'll leave.
He has a family, I suppose.

- Then we can hit the road.
- Where to?

- The country. Happy?
- Yes... My love.

My love, my love...

Will it be cold?
Is there any heating?

I don't know. It's not my house.

I rented it.
I went a couple of times in summer.

It may be cold.
Take a sweater along, or something.

Look. Is it him?

No, his car's different.

People have good reasons
for going out at night.

Futile, serious or otherwise.

We think they're bandits.
You know why?

Because we're very suspicious

for emotional reasons.

Here comes the fog.

- Go slow.
- Can't go any slower.

- I can't see.
- Just follow the white line.

- Are you sure it's the right road?
- Let's hope.

Do you have a cigarette?

Here you go.

Give me a light.

I don't want it. Do you?

Alright.

- Are you angry?
- No.

A traffic light. What's going on?

Where are you ?

I'm here.

Please, don't disappear.

You think we're being spied on
here too?

- I doubt it.
- And I say we are.

What makes you say that?

- I can feel it.
- Good.

Want to bet that we'll lose them?

Watch out!

Are you crazy?
Stop... I can't see.

I said "stop". Do you understand?

Please, stop!
Don't you understand? I'm afraid.

It's impossible.

Enough!

I'm afraid. Stop!

Let me out.

You really are...

Excuse me.

Have you seen a girl with short hair
and a jacket?

Who can see anything here?

There's a mess back there.

Hard to say what happened.

There was a shooting.

- Didn't you hear the shots?
- No.

Somebody fell in the river.

Seems like some deliquents

were stealing from parked cars

and robbing people.

They even rang the church bells.

- Didn't you hear them?
- No, he heard nothing.

You heard the ambulance?

- No.
- Boy, you're deaf.

It's crazy. Never mind.

You're not well?

Are you going to be mad at me long?

It's all hollow underneath.

What do you mean?

Underneath is an old Roman villa.

That's why they rented it to me.

The hollow is sucking in the house.

- Time is taking its revenge.
- Good lord.

Let's go and look.
I've never been below.

Give me your hand.

Careful.

Come along.

Come on.

It's damp.

- It won't light.
- What a pessimist!

Have you no faith in nature?

In Baku, Russia,

there's a temple to the god of fire

with a perpetual flame

coming out from the depths
of the earth.

Actually it's the oil.

They're swimming in it. Lucky them.

- I like you a lot.
- Why not "I love you"?

I've never said it in my life.

For modesty maybe.

Say "I love you".

And then explain what love means.

You don't love me.

You need me. It's not love

I only help you to live

or to survive.

Everybody's problem today

is survival.

I don't want it.

Why not?

I like to be cold.

I know you want me covered up
and warm

to avoid pneumonia
or catching a cold.

If I want to catch a cold,
it's my business.

You'll never catch anything.

You're immune to sickness,
like sharks

that can swallow license plates

or the polio virus.
They'd digest anything.

I don't want to stay anymore.

Where do we go?
There are no hotels nearby.

And those disgusting beasts below.

All is closed. Don't be afraid.

I'm afraid of you.

Of me?

I thought you felt secure with me.

You may ruin my life.

Isn't "your life" what we've been
doing for two months?

That life is temporary
for both of us.

I don't know who you frequent.

I don't know your friends
or anything about you. Nothing.

You like my way of life?

Christ! You're so perceptive.

Elena!

Did we rent the same house?

Don't tell me you paid a deposit.

No, I just...

Hello, who's speaking?

Farra, is Mavi there?

Miss Mavi.

She hasn't come by today.

- Is she in town?
- I think so.

Pardon, but is her sister there?

No, she's out, I'm sorry.

Thank you, very kind.

Much too kind!

Yes?

- What is it?
- Mr Farra on the phone.

He's looking for Miss Maria Vittoria.

Let him look.

Pardon me.
You're Mavi's sister, aren't you?

- Yes. You're Niccolò?
- Yes.

I'm sorry. There's no way I can help.
Try to understand.

Of course...

- Been waiting long?
- A bit.

The caretaker let me in.

My sweet little sister.

Niccolò? Come and have a look.

What is it?

See the bird's nest?

That's not a bird's nest.

- What is it?
- Who knows...

Where are the birds when the nests
are empty?

Flying around.

Did you find the stamps?

Come, I have a whole box full.

We're not very loquacious today.

A depressed brother and sister

don't make up a very happy pair.

When will I get to meet Mavi?

Never, I think.

Your fault or hers?

Why are you asking me?

With your wife it was your fault.

Lucio, you have your stamps now.
Let's go.

Why don't you make
a science fiction film?

It's not a bad idea.

Give me "Nuoto".

Hi.

- You remember me?
- No.

We met at a party.

No, I don't remember.

- Your boyfriend?
- No, just a friend.

Do you like swimming?

No.

- Why come here then?
- Why not?

I like swimming.

I did some diving when I was a boy.

I even won a medal.

Have you ever been in love?

Did you ever want to be?

- No.
- Why?

I can't.

Are you frigid?

- No.
- For chastity?

Could be a solution.

You don't look like you shoot up.

I don't, in fact.

Well, what's your thing?

My thing...

My thing is masturbating.

- Yes
- Best when someone helps me.

Above all, a woman.

How's that?

A woman does it to give me pleasure.

A man does it for himself,

to bolster his virility.

With a woman it's a lot smoother.

You know Mavi Luppis?

A little.

She's older than I.

She had sex with a girl friend
of mine.

A young girl?

Yes...

Blonde?

As tall as you, maybe?

It happened one evening by the sea.

We had finished eating.

There was boxing on TV.

The boys watched the match
and left us alone.

We were angry,
so we ended up in bed.

Almost out of spite
for their virility.

Where's Mavi? In Rome?

I don't know.

- See you.
- Bye.

- Wait, I'll go with you.
- OK.

- Am I late?
- You've a new car?

New mentality and new feelings.
I'm going to park.

You've become a snob.

Doesn't the country make one
more plain?

- I'm more plain. Don't you think?
- No.

I'm too chic, huh?

- How come you called?
- I had a yen for you.

You had? And you don't anymore?

- Yes, and you?
- I have a yen to pee.

- There.
- Not in a bar.

Must be out of order.

- In the theatre then?
- Yes.

These inconveniences don't happen
in the country.

- You get behind a tree, that's it.
- I know.

You're happy when body and mind
can get along.

My body's accustomed to fields,
rivers, trees, frost...

to thoughts that are not
city thoughts.

Here, nature's laws are contradicted.

I'd feel empty here.

That's why I called you.

Because you come up
with such statements.

- What do you mean?
- I like them.

- Let's not go.
- What do we do?

Let's go where we can eat and talk.

- They're cute.
- We'll go some other night.

There's one of them.

Hurry up, we're late.

Hi.

Do you know her?

She's very sexy.

And your pee?

Don't worry,
I can hold it for three years.

How come you came back for the show?

I didn't come for the show

but to watch them make bread rolls.

I've heard you're one of those
rotten intellectuals

with whom all discussion
is impossible.

I'm no intellectual,
neither rotten nor sane.

Two people have told me.
Must be true.

I heard nothing about you.

Someone told me you were sexy.

That's all?

I'm sure there's more
but I don't know.

I'll find out.

Who do you sleep with right now?

With someone my age.

Ouch! Your director?

No.

You go to bed with your actresses?

Rarely.

I'm glad it's not your director.

- Why?
- For two reasons.

The 2nd, because of his face,
Heine would say :

"He's sad like a German
dead the day before".

- Heine?
- A German poet 200 years ago.

- And the 1st reason?
- Guess.

The horses are down there.

Down there?

That's why I live here.

Here we are.

It's that house there.

That one? Adorable.

It belongs to people who live
in the castle.

It's quaint.

Sit down.

Do I have to?

No... no.

What's wrong?

Thinking about a woman.

Do you often?

No, it's an old story.

I haven't ridden in a long time.

Bouncing in a saddle excites me.

Where did you learn?

A girl friend taught me.

Her father owned a stable.

So, you belong to that crowd too?

Why "too"?

Did she belong?

Yes.

No...

I began working at 16.

Going round in a van with a guy

who sold dresses

which I modelled.

10, 12, 20 times a day.

It was backbreaking.

He paid 10,000 lira a day

which was a lot for me.

Was he nice?

Nice enough.

Tireless.

After work he'd go out to eat
and dance.

But I was exhausted.

I followed him only once.

And then?

I never went to bed with him
if you want to know.

- You thought it, didn't you?
- I admit I did.

I'm getting soft...

I've never been to your place.
Would you take me?

Come whenever you like.

Today's Monday, no theatre.
Later maybe?

- Do you want the keys?
- No, please.

I'd be afraid to lose them.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Good evening..

Hi.

Don't like it?

I don't know.

I came to see you in your house.
Not the house.

My house sort of speaks.
The furnishing is my ex wife's.

Where would you be if I wasn't here?

- I'd be in my study.
- Where is it?

Over there.

Beautiful!

What are all these pictures?

Women, as you see.

For a film?

I'm looking for a face.

- What kind?
- Good question.

Pretty, huh?

He's not bad either. Intense eyes.

Two terrorists.

Two coherent lives.

Yes.

For those whose values

deal with virility, courage
and even cowardice,

a violent relationship
is a natural consequence.

That girl has left her husband
for ideological incompatibility.

She even dumped her son
and took up with him.

She and her husband
make the headlines.

- He ended up in prison?
- Yes.

- Romantic.
- They share everything:

the same ideology, fanaticism,
covertness, risk.

They're perfectly matched.

It's the normal relationship
that's tough.

Fancy a movie or a play?

Yes.

They've brought those
for the young lady.

- I see...
- There's a note.

Almost funereal.

Where do they go?

Keep them.

What do I do with them?

Give them to that tenant downstairs.
He'd like that.

For Christ's sake,
these blooming flowers!

Who's going to want them?

Did you ever hate anyone?

No.

Really hate, I don't think so.

The same girl
as when I was horse-riding?

I don't hate her.

It's the man who sends
the chrysanthemums.

Japanese.

He should know it's over
but he keeps on.

Of the few things I believe in,
hate is one.

But there's too much around.

This man unloads it on me.

Sorry.

I'm the one who should apologize.

I can't make you happy.

Don't think in those terms.

I feel impotent!

Bloody hell!

Hi, how are you?

How am I?

I already gave you some advice,
M. Farra.

I'll give you some more.

- Don't make a scene.
- Damn right.

Let's not make a scene. Get going.

Why are you here?

My car broke down
and I needed a phone.

You need a phone?

What a coincidence!

Want to call from my place?
I live nearby.

What do you want from me?

Who's behind the filthy work you do?

Luckily, the police superintendent
was no idiot.

Thank God.

He said:

"You don't know
who's threatening you."

"Everybody's threatening."

"Wherever you look.
You can't be left in peace."

"Want everybody behind bars?"

Why do you want to know
this man's name?

You're right, who cares?

Going out?

I came to be with you.

Want to know where I'm going?

To look for her.

How?

I've an idea.

You don't know her name.

I'm not as dumb as you think.

Listen, forget it, I told you.

I don't give a damn.

Why that look?

Wondering if you're sincere.

Completely.

I'd rather not be with you today.
May I?

Can I stay here for a while?

Certainly.

You can rummage
through the drawers.

I'd prefer rummaging in here.

No hard feelings.

Right?

-See you tomorrow.
- OK.

Aright?

You're still here?

I fell asleep.

It's for you.

Page 41 .

How did you manage?

I'll tell you one day.

No, now please.

There was the florist's name
on the card with the chrysanthemums.

It was pretty stupid.

And then?

And so I went there.

The flowers were ordered by a woman.

Probably a secretary.

- Whose secretary?
- I don't know.

I didn't ask.
I wanted her, not him.

How did you get to her?

This copy of TIME was in the shop.

Florists read TIME now?

- Oh, come on.
- It may not have been his.

Maybe the secretary left it.

If you're hiding something from me,
I'll...

You'll what?

You told me to forget about it.
You didn't care about her.

But about him, yes.

For God's sake...

You can't spend your life
waiting for revenge.

You can't understand.

Why can't I understand?

I'm a person like you are.

Only by chance, of a different sex.

Tell me the truth.

Why must you know?

It's like when I look for a solution
of a plot for a film

and I can't find it.

I have a suspect.

I want to know if I'm right.

Whom do you suspect?

The father.

Could he be in love with her?

Paternal love, paternal jealousy.
These things happen.

What is it?
You're setting up a shot?

My forehead's too big, isn't it?

It's what gives your face
such incredible life.

Here's the girl.
Can you help me find her?

You want her for a film?

Can we print that?

No film, no publicity.
I just want the address.

- Alright.
- Thanks.

- Hello?
- Simonetta.

Very pretty, isn't she?

Yeah, very.

Stay a minute, let's talk.

We never see each other.

Sorry, I can't today.
I'm in a hurry.

This is the address
where we found her.

Excuse me.

Do you know a girl called
Maria Vittoria?

- Who?
- Mavi.

Ah, Mavi... I don't know her.

Never heard of her.

Thank you.

Is Mavi here, please?

- Mavi who?
- Luppis.

There's no Mavi Luppis here.

I see, thank you.

Won't you come in?

- Another time.
- As you wish.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I wasn't going to tell my husband
about the fur coat.

I couldn't give a shit about the fur.

They couldn't rip it off me anyway.

Cause I started to scream.

- Is it you?
- Who else but me.

Well, open up.

- The little thing broke.
- What thing?

The lug to pull the latch.
What to do?

Why latch the door?

- Because he's downstairs.
- Who?

Niccolò. He came up before.

Close the entrance door.

What are you doing?

- Why did you stop?
- I went to get some oil.

Pass the matches.

I hope you won't have to leave
here too.

No.

I'm at home, waiting for you.
Ida

Come in. It's open.

I have good news.

Good for us two.

An actor is sick.
The show's suspended for three days.

Ever been to Venice in winter?

The open lagoon?

Venice in winter, yes.
Not the open lagoon.

What is it?

It's beyond the islands,
towards the sea.

This is it.

We're in the open lagoon.

What solitude!

I'm always surrounded by friends.

I enjoy company.

It's beautiful here,

but sad.

It's the water that's sad.

The sound of water. Listen.

Hear it?

There's no joy.

Forgive me.

What for?

For bringing you here.

It's a sickness,

a professional habit
to search for new places,

hoping that solitude
stimulates imagination.

You forgive me?

If you don't,
I'll dive in and drown.

And I'll jump in after you.

The current will lead me
to the high seas

into a whale's mouth.

And you, and all the men
who loved me

shall roam the seas

in search of the whale.

Like in Moby Dick.

Don't count on it.

- Why?
- Because I don't like whales.

Coming here we were happy as larks.

I still am.

It has nothing to do with solitude.

We always imagine happiness
where we are not

It must be why there's
so much suffering in this world.

Maybe one should just get married

and solve the problems afterwards.

Shall we get married?

I see no other solution.

Has it become a bad habit
not to see one?

This is private. You can't dock here.

- The porter will take care of that.
- Thank you.

Miss, you're wanted on the phone.
Booth 1 .

- The boat...
- Yes, I'll take care of it.

Are you sure?

No, no!

When did he call?

I don't know what to say...

I'm so moved.

It's not easy to explain.

- Good news?
- Yes.

I don't know.

I'm expecting a baby.

I took the test.

They just gave me the results.

What's the matter with you?

A moment ago, you were happy.

You told me you took precautions.

Yes, but...

When did we first meet?

I was already pregnant, obviously.

We were looking for a solution.

We've got it.

- You speak like a director.
- I am one.

You Italian directors act
as if you were paid

to protest against the whole world.

And laugh at it as well.

It's always a way of being contrary.

Whereas I...

I take whatever comes along.

I'll suffer like hell
if I don't see you anymore.

It's the price I have to pay
for wanting to keep the child.

You are my love.

Repeat that.

You are my love...

my feast,

my New Year's day,

You're so many things.

But you're not my order.

My order

is a boy who...

You remember that day

you showed me the pictures

of the two terrorists?

You said to me:

"They share everything...

"Ideologies, fanaticism,

"clandestinity, risks.

"That's why they're well-matched."

My boyfriend, if you saw him

or even more if you got to know him,

we're pretty well matched too.

Would you be a father
to someone else's son ?

It's the story of a spaceship

heading towards the sun,

very near the sun...

Won't it burn?

You can never tell.
Science fiction

leaves many doors open.

My spaceship is a captured asteroid

transformed into a spaceship.

It's made from a material
that can resist a million degrees.

- Why does it go near the sun?
- To study it.

If man can discover

how matter is distributed in the sun
and its dynamics,

he'll know how the universe is made

and the cause of many things.

And then?

Subtitles - Michel Depigny

Subtitling - ECLAIR