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Sena.

Let's go.

Sena...they're waiting.

It's late - do it for them, at least.

Let's go, please.

Enough now, come on.

What happened?

Hi, Uncle Paolo! Hi, Aunt Sena!

- Hello! - You've arrived! What did you bring us?

The gate is open, just push!

- Good evening. And thanks. - Good evening.

Sena?

Hello?

May I speak to Sena, please?

- Ah, Paolo. - Yes, it's me. Hi.

I'm sorry, Ussena isn't here.

Ussena?

And who is she?

Ussena is her name.

- Let me talk to Sena. - I said she's not here.

- She has a fever. - A fever?

You just said she's not there...

- She's not here. She's in her room. - Okay.

Then get her.

She can't get up.

If she can't get up, take the phone to her.

- I need to talk to her. - But if she can't...

You mean she doesn't want!

Your call...

- Unplug the line, or else he'll call again. - Okay.

Thanks for everything, Jane.

Who's there?

Sena, I need to talk to you, will you open up?

Sena!

Sena!

- Good afternoon, professor. - Hello.

- Pio? - Oh, hi.

- Do you know where Sena is? - Do you ask me that?

- She's your assistant... - She was...

but she asked to be replaced.

- Why that? - You should explain that to me.

If you have quarrelled, you should know.

No... this is absurd.

Professor, you are to fail...

After so many years...

you don't understand a thing?

Do you want to not lose her, or understanding why she dumped you?

Both. You can't just leave after so many years without knowing why.

If you were in love, you'd know.

I ask that myself...

- You ask your brain, not the heart. - My heart is broken.

Show that to her. Make a photo-montage for her.

Paolo's heart, with a burning match inside.

Excuse me, how much is this one?

- It's already sold, I'm sorry. - Ah, okay.

See? You're not in love, you're laughing...

In tragedies I tend to laugh.

C'mon, don't play intellectual.

Once in the mountains, we recovered two guys who had fallen from a cliff.

A chilling scene.

We packed the disfigured corpses into two bags.

Maybe we even mixed up some body parts.

But I had to laugh...

- I laugh always. - Great.

I'll tell Sena that if she's chopped in pieces you'll just laugh.

- Excuse me... - Coming. Paolo, excuse me, but...

Hello, dear.

- What is it? - See, there's a client who...

- Patrizia, wait! - Yes?

I need to see her, but she's gone. Can you call her?

No, she's not around.

- Where is she? - Out for the weekend.

Who said that?

I just know. She's back on Monday.

Where did she go?

And with who?

Didn't you say jealousy is a possessive feeling?

I also said it's a feeling that makes you behave ridiculous.

You're not ridiculous, Paolo, you're just in love...

I never thought it would be so painful.

A human should be highly aware of the matter, but remain captive.

He's possessed by maternal love, and that's why...

he approaches the light suffering,

like all living creatures.

He's part of the family, but has to rebel, causing him to suffer.

He's deeply in love, but...

needs to reduce exclusivity.

Of course, he also suffers when he lacks it...

Instead, living means destroying the prison of emotional possession...

expanding one's consciousness, and creating happiness.

All other forms of existence are sub-human.

Love too?

Love is like poetry...

Either it's love, or it doesn't exist.

You seem to be a man who knows everything in theory, Professor,

but how is it in real life?

Awful... since you dumped me...

Thinking about her?

Here you are...

Do I look like an idiot?

You look like someone on his path to Golgotha.

Let's go...

Where?

To a conference for the seduced and abandoned. You'll lecture. C'mon.

Stop here.

See that door?

- Yes. - Know what it is?

- A school. - Sena teaches there.

- How you know? - I found her the place.

- And she said I could get her? - No.

She said she hates you...

and that she won't see you again.

So why're we here?

She finishes at 6:00... if you knew women, you'd wait for her.

Bye.

Pio...

You want me to assist?

No, thanks.

How do you know it's not for the worse?

Bye.

Is this a place to stop?

- Go, go! - Are you happy now?

What a mess you made! You didn't even invite her into the car?

I didn't recognize her.

Christ! She slept with you all those years, and you don't recognize her?

- Don't you love her or are you an idiot? - I prefer 'idiot'!

- You could have asked if it was her. - And if not?

- You're not in love. - Why?

- You don't take chances! - I'm afraid.

In love that doesn't count.

Someone who's in love ...is weak.

Arrange a meeting. Invite me for dinner and her too.

- She won't come... - Don't say that I come too...

And who will pay the broken plates?

She'll throw them at you at once.

And at me, since I defend you...

See, you're not in love?

Why are you so sure?

You laugh... and then say you're desperate...

You eat a lot too, and then you play the victim...

I eat more than usual. I guess I'm nervous...

- And you sleep good too? - Why should I wake?

Without Sena, life is a curse.

Well, I'll seat her to your right.

So the one on your right is Sena. Don't fail again.

Tell her you weren't brave enough,

not that you didn't recognize her.

- Thank you. - Paolo, you're here already?

Oh, my God...

Just like in that "say it with flowers" advert! Thank you.

For me or for her?

I'm not sure.

Hi. We prepared lunch, but you came too early.

I was afraid she'd see me.

- Did she call? - It's only seven!

- But she'll come? - Yes...

You didn't tell her, right?

Of course not, even if she imagined it.

You guys think all women are fools?

Paolo, calm down now. Sit down, you make me nervous!

And you, get out of the kitchen!

We men believe in love... but women don't fall for this error.

I did when I married you.

To hell with you and that Vicenza you sleep with!

Cause you're impotent with other women.

- Why are you angry? - Because you told me. I could strangle you...

She's been so a month now.

It's not easy with her.

At least you have her in bed.

- Yes, but... nothing happens. - You can quarrel.

- I can't even see Sena. - But why did you separate?

It was her. She didn't even tell me why.

Maybe she wants to marry you? No, she knows I'm against it.

She also said marriage doesn't solve a thing, it's just an agreement.

- You could at least live together. - We did it.

Maybe it's mid-life crisis. Women become moralists when they get 30...

I'm there soon.

- You're married. - To a fag!

- One day I'll kill her! - I'll kill you, if you don't drop that Vicenza girl.

- You men are bastards. - Why?

You're unable to make love, and you blame women.

- Did Sena tell you that? - Don't start again!

I'm here for that...

No, it's not her.

Probably my mother wants to tell me how to cook.

Ah, it's you Sena. Aren't you coming?

Has Paolo arrived?

I told you I won't invite him.

Are you afraid he'll eat you?

You'll see. We've prepared a delightful dish.

- So he is there? - Noooh!

Patrizia, be honest.

I've told you the truth. Hurry up, dinner's ready.

I'm without a car.

I just wanted to ask Paolo to give me a ride.

If he's not here, how could he drive?

In fact, I'll call Paolo...

What do you say? May I bring him too?

Sure you can.

In fact, I'll call him myself and tell him to get you.

I'll invite him directly.

I'd prefer to do it myself.

It's long ago I spoke to him.

- Seriously? - Sure. I'll call him now.

What if I send Marcello?

You don't want Paolo?

Of course I want him...

- Or are you making fun of me? - Making fun of you?

- Maybe it's you making fun of me. - C'mon Sena, cut it...

I'll send Marcello, so forget Paolo.

He isn't easily satisfied, he wouldn't like my dinner.

He'd like it...

I bet he's already there... Put him on.

Are you serious?

So he's there?

No, I said he's not here. You're annoying, Sena!

But tell me you don't want to come.

I just said I'd like Paolo to get me.

- And why not Marcello? - It's Paolo I want.

- Really? - Yes.

Really-really?

Really-really...

Okay... here he is.

Sena...

She said: "Bring it to me, but not Paolo... "I don't wanna see him!"

She was in a rage...

Well, I told her:

"How come you don't want to see him ever again?"

- What did she say? - She tried to kill me!

"I don't want after what he did to me!"

- What did you do? - I don't know!

Either you're an idiot or you don't know shit about women!

You'd better watch out where you drive.

- Was it always this heavy? - Maybe it swelled.

-Are you sure it's a good idea? -Ring the doorbell.

And when she opens?

Go ahead, I'll hide behind the painting.

Careful, easy.

Come up, Lorenzo. I'll be there in a second.

Here I am.

When you leave, close the door. It locks even without a key.

No, she hasn't come.

Then I'll go.

Go home and write her a letter.

For a hot girl like Sena, you could try.

I'd only make people laugh...

A woman who laughs... is also ready to cry.

Dear Sena,

How to withstand such a performance without you... only to find you.

But suddenly the performance brings you there...

The actress had a bronze mask.

She was made of stone, like you,

a very tender woman, like you.

She was looking for love,

with every single of her movements...

Her mask expressed sorrow without tears.

I know...

you cannot cry.

You're all out of tears, and out of love,

but don't carry off the last step. Wait, my love...

Wait for me so I can understand.

I don't know if you love me...

before you take off your mask,

and show me your real face.

Don't die, Sena, I beg you...

Don't kill our love...

Wait till I come,

to find out "why".

Wait.

If I come when you're dead I'll see you but don't understand...

and your death will be useless.

Why did you hide from me?

My existence has become meaningless since then.

Allow me to run towards you.

Your smile... is my life, but also yours.

Only this way it's love...

Don't kill it.

I need it like everyone in this world.

I'm willing to do anything to see you again.

In front of the mayor...

or in a field of daisies...

Without you, it's impossible to live.

- Why haven't you read it? - Read what?

- Paolo's letter. - I got it, but I haven't read it.

Shall I believe that...

- That I haven't read it? - No...

Your coldness.

Should I rather tell you I still feel him inside me?

No...

I hate him.

Those were wonderful years...

I want to preserve the memories.

Tell him what you want, Patrizia...

but especially that I don't want to see him.

Sena...

May I tell him that you left him for Domenico?

It wasn't for Domenico.

If you must know, I'm with him, to avenge Paolo.

But actually, it is only to to get away from him.

So I can stand it, you know?

What has Paolo done to you?

Sorry, I can't tell you that...

Was it so terrible?

For me, yes.

I can't stand to be with him, I can't love him nor take revenge on him.

I'd need to call him once an hour,

And every time I'd hang up.

I'm not cold... The anger helps me survive.

But it's hard.

You wanna see him again?

If you want to become Picasso, learn how to properly draw a leg...

Now start working...

Hey...

Excuse me...

That scholarship in Paris is still available?

The course in art history?

Yes. I've decided to go...

but I want to leave immediately.

Is it a choice... or an escape?

I have to leave.

Help me, please.

- Please put the luggage at my place, I'll be right back. - Don't worry.

Yes, hello?

It's me, Paolo. Hi.

Hello.

Where are you?

At the railway station.

What are you doing there?

- I'm leaving, Paolo. - How? Now?

I'm leaving for Paris.

Why're you going to Paris?

Will you come to say goodbye? My train leaves in half an hour.

Of course, immediately. But don't leave.

Hurry.

The train to Paris via Turin is ready to depart on track 16.

Paolo!

Ma'am, please board.

Don't leave.

I beg you...

I can't...

Of course you can.

But I don't want to.

Tell me why.

What are you going to do in Paris?

- I asked for a scholarship. - But why Paris?

Because you are not there.

I'll come visit you.

You won't find me.

I'll ask Pio.

He won't tell you.

I'll call you every day.

To tell me what?

By now...

By now what?

I'm leaving.

I beg you...

You can't leave me like this.

I have to.

Why?

If I had the time I'd tell you...

Ma'am, please board now! We're leaving.

Tell me anyway.

Here you are. To your health!

And cover yourself up. See you tomorrow...

In a week you're used to it. Get dressed now.

Sena.

- What happened to your eyes? - Nothing, a cold.

But you can see?

I spotted you at least.

But you didn't care about meeting me.

I thought you were still in Paris.

No, I came back 20 days ago.

Listen, I've been too ashamed to contact you,

that's why I didn't call you.

So if I hadn't crossed the street, you...

- Excuse me, I'm in a hurry. - No, wait...

- Let's walk a bit together. - As long you walk fast.

Hey sorry, I can hardly follow you.

I said I'm in a hurry, are you also deaf now?

I need to buy some things. I have guests tonight.

- I was going to invite you... - Sorry, I can't.

If you found a nearer shop you wouldn't have to rush...

You're getting old, my poor Paolo.

Who has caused this state?

Really want to know?

Come on, throw it away.

Let's find a restaurant.

As I said I've guests tonight.

- What guests? - Ah ah! Is that your business?

You're a wreck. Do you really want to visit a restaurant with those eyes?

- Why? You feel ashamed? - For me, no.

Your presence is enough for me.

I'm not yours any longer, Paolo.

I know that.

You know what?

- Everything, Sena. - Everything what?

Let's not fight in the street.

Let's eat together.

Where?

Wherever you want.

Here.

Why didn't you answer my letter?

Letter?

What letter? I don't know...

The one I wrote you from Paris.

I didn't receive anything.

What did you write?

It doesn't matter now.

Please.

I was so touched at the station,

I wanted you...

Maybe it came while I was in Paris.

You, in Paris... When?

I was looking for you...

At the Sorbonne.

at the Academy of Arts...

But no one knew anything.

- You were in Paris only for me? - Yes.

I was at Versailles instead.

My class was located there.

So that's it...

Everything ok?

What?

The class.

Yes, of course...

And you?

What about me?

How do you live without me?

You can see it, no?

So I had to find you myself.

It was an accident.

A desired one...

Not true, if I hadn't shouted, you wouldn't have seen me.

You're the same naive Paolo.

I did see you...

I came looking for you.

I followed you from the Saint Jacob district.

I walked very close to you many times.

How you frightened me with those horrible black glasses!

If you were looking for me too...

This means that you...

This is a wonderful evening...

Will you take me home?

Afterwards.

That's what I'd like most...

And your guests?

What guests, stupid...

I wasn't expecting anyone.

I feel you...

You want me?

Yes.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Forever?

Yes.

Really?

Yes...

Yes.

Yes, a lot...

Oh, Sena...

You brought me back to life...

Sena?

I'm here.

How are you?

- Excellent. - And your back?

- They told me you were wearing a corset. - Not true...

And yet this morning, in the courtyard, I found one.

- One? - Yes.

Well, I had two!

Why don't we go to the sea?

Doctors say it helps against back pain.

- I'll straighten out your back. - Main thing is you're back.

No, no, I didn't just come back. I have a lot to tell you.

Not here...

By the sea.

We all come from the sea, even angels and the terrible rectors,

who say they're made in the image of God.

Are you also made in the image of God?

At least not with this back.

- Sea baths! - But it's only April.

- It's good. - Maybe for the Germans.

For everyone!

Actually we thought of mud baths, of sand baths...

That's why we came.

My girl, either you listen to me, or to your urban doctors.

I say no thermal cures... only sea baths!

Every morning. Five minutes the first day,

10 on the second, 20 on the third and so on, and always swimming.

But sorry, will the cold not harm?

No, the cold helps.

I heard the contrary...

The contrary isn't the truth.

And now, go back to where you come from.

The sea... the universal mother.

I think this is crazy!

Try it.

But it's cold!

Rise up and swim, they say, like this your Christ healed them.

It's a conspiracy to eliminate me?

I have milder ways to kill you!

Get in the water. I don't want you as a wreck!

If I sacrifice myself, will you explain why you left?

You couldn't bear two punishments. Duck under!

It's chilling!

But it's healing and you're almost done, don't leave your mother's womb!

Okay, okay... alright!

Now you've got up to see the sunrise for eight days.

If I miss it once I won't understand it anymore.

Understand what?

Everything I didn't understand about you.

Isn't it enough that I'm here?

I don't know. I'm afraid of losing you again.

Why didn't you want my child?

What?

Why did you force me to an abortion?

Ah, that's it...

So that's why you...

Answer me. Why?

I didn't force you...

You agreed.

Did I have a choice? Of course I agreed.

But why don't you want a child with me?

I just don't want kids.

Paolo...

I want a child.

Have one if you want to.

You don't need me for it.

What do you mean?

You know very well.

I know what? What are you talking about?

In Versailles...

I saw you with Domenico.

Have one with him!

He helped me when you didn't give a damn.

Domenico visited me after the abortion. You didn't, why?

Were you ashamed?

- Save your accusations... - Our child is no accusation.

It's the fact that made us break up, why?

Am I not suited to be a mother?

You'd make a wonderful mother.

But that's exactly why...

You'd have overwhelmed it with love.

Been worried all the time like with me and everyone.

Kids have a right to be happy...

Grow up free.

And no right to live?

Happiness is more than just living!

But to live happily they must first be born!

Bringing up a child in a holy family and feed it with silly customs...

and ideologies and all that stuff. That's not freedom!

But if we had born it...

So we have the right to expose it to slavery?

We impose a name on it,

we force it to respect false ideals,

all the crap we've dragged for centuries.

We reduce them to monkeys, pretending "love" they can't feel.

Don't you realize?

Yes, we'd have given it life... but destroyed it from within.

What a convenient theory.

No...

On the contrary.

Convenient would've been you as a mother and wife,

always serving nice spaghetti "al dente",

and have beautiful, wonderful children...

Because they're your children.

Bright, because they're your children...

and certainly they would have loved us too.

So what's the answer?

I simply don't want a child that owes me gratitude for coming into life...

Brought up by parents who disguise their egoism as self-sacrifices.

Parents who don't have any moral values to teach it.

I would like a child that is...

free.

A child taught to love everything and everyone, from the beginning.

A child for whom everything and everyone...

mankind and all his history...

would be mother and father.

What foolish ideas!

Once you shared them.

I was just a naive girl.

And what are you now?

One who thinks her womb is the centre of the universe?

You alone isn't enough for me, Paolo.

I want a child.

I want that miracle to happen inside me.

And I wanted it with you.

The only man I've ever loved.

I don't want a test-tube baby, if that's your condition.

Let's kill our love...

It's bound to nothing but grief...

It's already dying, don't you see?

- Are you going to the port? - Yes.

- May I join you? - Of course.

Thank you.

- My name is Lambert. - Sena.

- Take the robe. - Thank you.

- Can we start? - Sure, let's go.

Want a drink?

Where's Sena?

- Who? - The one you took on board.

She went to the shore.

- With whom? - What do you care?

Kind as always...

Alone... but she said nothing.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Sorry. - No problem. - The lady?

I didn't see her but the keys are upstairs.

Excuse me, are there any trains tonight?

- No sorry sir, the last one left an hour ago. - Thank you.

May I help you?

Did you decide to jump, or to sentence yourself to life?

- What do you suggest? - Come to the village tonight.

There's a party at the square. Among so many people...

to practise the Gospel principle: "Love your neighbour as yourself"

- Loving yourself is difficult. - Try it.

Good evening.

I see you're one of us, I like that.

- Good evening. - And your lady?

I guess in Florence... I can't find her.

Shall we have a glass together?

- Why not, thank you. - Our local wine is excellent...

What's wrong?

Well... maybe we have...

two different world views, so to say.

I don't want to have kids, but she does...

What does she mean to you?

Everything I think.

Sexuality, feelings, love, my faith...

That's not good.

Shall we sit down?

Wine!

A past love is a past love.

Don't limit your ability to love. Look around...

Can't you imagine to love...

other women, other men, other people?

If I understand correctly, you're trying to rescue your love,

but your story is not your love story,

but the story of your love.

When love has decided it's over...

it's impossible to restore.

What should I do then?

Have a sip.

- Is this your first time around here? - Yes.

This land is full of archaeological sites...

Ancient tombs, entire necropoleis,

prehistoric caves.

Mostly in the winter...

locals discover traces of civilizations buried long ago.

Vases, plates, bronzes... amphorae...

Fragments of them, more correctly.

Now, it happens that one of our craftsmen...

collects these fragments and adds to them the pieces...

he has made himself in order to make the amphora whole again.

Well, you won't believe it...

but the amphora... rejects them.

After a while the added pieces... started to fall off.

The amphora is right.

It must remain like it came to us.

If one tries to restore, to recreate it...

it dies... destroys itself...

Something like...

euthanasia...

Imagine new hands on the Venus de Milo?

It's almost midnight, will you join the dance?

- I'm coming, just get ready. - Excuse us.

You're not joining the dance?

- No, thanks. - To bad, dancing is nice.

A ritual act.

You practise love while dancing.

Are you ready? Music!

Dear ladies!

Dear gentlemen!

Line up!

And the other way!

Single line!

Labyrinth!

I wanted to commit suicide.

Don't say anything.

I don't want to lose you.

I'm here.

Isn't that enough?

Perhaps not anymore.

I experienced what it means to lose you...

A suffering like being born dead.

Asking yourself whether live is worth it.

Don't say anything, Paolo.

Don't say anything.

Allow me to dedicate... this moment...

and this book...

to the person I love most on earth.

Thank you.

Thank you too, sir. Goodbye.

Please, good evening.

Is it our fault that we are unable to love differently?

What do we have to do?

I want a child, Paolo...

and I want it with you.

I don't want our love to end.

Paolo?

Paolo?

Do you know anything about it?

About engines, I mean!

- What are you doing so early? - I'm going to Gull Island.

To visit a hermit who prepares delicious fish dishes.

Tomorrow we'll go all together, and I wanted to notify him about it...

but it won't start.

Well, let's try at least...

Careful.

- The fuel tank is empty. - Empty?

- At this hour the fuel station is closed. - Oh my God...

- Can't you take me? In two hours we're back. Okay?

You've never seen the island? It's beautiful.

- At your service. - Thank you.

Do you know the way?

Straight ahead till the end of the world.

What's your quarrel about?

She wants to have kids.

She's right, she's so beautiful...

Who'd have kids if not you two? You're young and healthy.

Is it really necessary to have any?

If everyone were like me the earth would be unpeopled. I'm sterile.

Look there.

Whose dog is it?

The hermit's.

People say they're the same age.

Take it easy, I'll moor the boat.

Thank you.

Soon the Germans will come with fresh fish that I'll prepare.

You'll see.

Let's hope it's tasty.

Earthlings in heat, my dear!

This is the best day of my life.

And tomorrow?

"Look at the birds of the air,

"for they neither sow nor reap..." [Matthew 6:26]

Love is easier to find than food.

Look, the Germans.

Let's hope they had a good catch.

- I wonder why they're back so early? - Beach the boats!

It looks like a shipwreck.

- Friends and enemies together. - And what do you consider me?

You're a seagull,

flying up into the air.

The island inspires you? - Or it scares me.

- Why? - Because I like you.

- And that frightens you? - No... Rather that you live my utopia.

I always wondered what the mission of a barren woman is.

Now I know: To be the mother of it all.

You're the first woman I could love in a non-oedipal way.

- Don't speak big words. - Oedipal?

"To love" is big.

No, you can't go, the sea's getting rough!

But I have to let my people know.

I'll call the coast guard and they'll take care of it.

Tomorrow they can all come here and it will be great.

Come on, guys, help me pull this little boat ashore,

otherwise the sea will take it tonight!

I'm afraid.

Of what?

That it will end...

It must begin first.

But it will be over.

No, it won't end...

Because I don't want you just for myself...

With you, I feel I'm loving the whole world.

And Sena?

She's part of the world.

When she finds out, it will be the end of the world!

Food is the noble part of shit.

A human spends all his life between these extremes.

What should I do?

Exist.

I don't know how to say it beautifully, but I think I love you.

Love is a creation...

For us?

For everyone.

- They're watching. - So what?

- I'm embarrassed. - No need to ashamed of love.

I'm embarrassed, but happy anyway.

Cheers!

I love you.

I love you too.

And Sena?

I love her too.

And the hermit also?

Yes...

And the Germans, too?

Today I understand a lot about love.

And tomorrow?

- Tomorrow, I'll do it again. - Do what?

Live and love in a new way.

Without trying to own ...

suffering... destruction.

It's just a dream.

Flying was just a dream too...

but then it became an idea.

Ideas will be picked up and realised...

And we won't be jealous.

Rather, we appreciate that others make use of them.

If it would apply on love matters, it would be perfect.

Like this night?

Yes... Yes, like this night.

Paolo?

Paolo?

If you want to join them,

I'll send back your boat with someone.

Thank you, but I'll return on my own.

Give me your hand.

- Can we leave? - Yes, pull up the ladder.

Everything alright? Your mother's worried.

Do you have a light?

We were stranded here. Why's Domenico here?

I think it's not your business.

Shall we have a swim?

As you wish.

Dear Paolo,

when you find this letter, I'll be gone.

It wasn't in a field of daisies, nor at the City Hall...

that we could save our love.

I'm not just your partner, Paolo...

I'm a woman...

I respect your ideas, but they are your problem.

Like my choices are mine.

And I won't let him go, not even for your ideas.

If we lived together,

we would only disturb each other.

Our love would inevitably die,

fade away gently, quietly, but relentlessly.

If it isn't dead yet...

it's only because we don't dare to kill it off for good.

It's like a ghoul hanging around at a crime scene,

using the corpses to manifest, before eventually leaving for good.

But do we really need it, my Paolo...

this last, desperate hope?

Subtitles: unqflipmo & lordretsudo

Timing & revisions: TheHugeAnimalFromTheNorth