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"The Two Lives of Mattia Pascal"

PART TWO

If I had a story like yours to tell...

I would do it immediately.

What do you want me to write about? After all, I'm not a writer.

What does it matter?

Write it down in a same marvelous way you told that story to me...

and then, if necessary, we'll retouch it a little.

And who would be interested in my story?

That's what you think!

It sounds like a tale by Boccaccio, Bandello...

with intrigues involving women, children, other people's children...

...money lost, found, and lost again...

Presumed dead, dead bodies resurrected...

You see?

Write it also to leave a testimony!

If it does not work out, throw it away.

But... what if you do it right?

I would not even know where to start.

If you ask me...

...the death of your poor father...

That was when all your problems started.

Yes, because the death of my father...

assured that the land, as well as Oliva,

the beautiful daughter of a peasant get taken away...

by that criminal - our administrator Malagna.

Who had taken all of our heritage.

And after that failure, you recovered with Romilda...

Malagna's niece.

I liked her.

We began a relationship and she got pregnant...

...but influenced by her mother...

...she threw herself into Malagna's arms...

He was obsessed, having no children with his wife.

Romilda left...

...after using me as a potent stallion.

And so, as revenge, you came back to Oliva,...

Malagna's wife.

The worst mistake I made.

Because after Oliva got pregnant with me...

...Malagna, after finally getting the son he craved...

...stayed with his wife...

...forcing me to marry his niece Romilda...

...but our relationship was already tense.

Not to mention what my mother suffered...

...in that coexistence.

After she died...

You escaped with the money your brother Berto...

...had sent for your mother's funeral.

At first, I attempted to commit suicide.

I swear.

But then a train passed ...

and that's how the temptation to go far away came to me.

To find a new identity.

A new identity in Monte Carlo.

In search of fortune.

- Tickets, please. - Documents.

Documents.

Ah, yes. Where are we?

Ventimiglia, sir.

Ticket, please.

I had no time. I need to buy it.

I have to charge you from Pisa onwards. Where are you going?

Thank you. What's the first stop?

Monte Carlo.

Very good. Monte Carlo it is.

- Sir, don't you have any luggage? - No. ..

I left everything in the deposit box at the station.

If you'd give me the receipt, I could go and get it.

No, no. I'll get it. Thank you.

Do you know that you're very lucky?

Fate brought you here and orders you to enter and play on number eleven.

I appreciate that, but...

I never played.

- Why eleven? - Didn't you notice? -No...

How fortunate! You never played in a casino?

No, I never thought about it.

Come, then! Come on.

Eleven is the number of the truck that miraculously didn't hit you.

You mustn't miss this opportunity for any reason. Come!

You're Italian, right?

- Give me your ID. - Sure.

And who are you? One who knows and sees everything?

My name is Veronique. Let's say I work for the casino.

Mattia Pascal. Nice name.

Your name and surname combine very well.

- Thank you. - Come on, please.

The gentleman is with me. Here everyone understands Italian.

Now you need to change your money.

Yes, of course.

I don't have very much...

It's all right.

Thank you.

- For you. - Thank you.

- Well, what now? - Now, good luck, Mr. Pascal.

This is for me.

Yes, but...

Your bets, ladies and gentlemen, if you please.

Pardon me.

Can I? Can I make a bet?

Betting is closed. Bets are closed, gentlemen.

Eleven.

- Eleven is mine. - Eleven wins.

It's mine.

Make game. The game continues.

- Number eleven. - Yes, it's mine.

Here, sir.

- No, no. That's a mistake. - What are you saying?

- The win is mine! - No, you're wrong.

But... You are wrong!

Sorry...

Ma'am, you've seen...

Listen...

Have you seen that...

Excuse me, may i have the pen?

- Here. - Thank you.

M. P.

M. P.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

On 11.

Yes.

Eleven!

It's mine!

Cognac.

Hello, miss?

I want to call a number in Italy, please.

Miragno. The prefix is 0187. The number is...

3-2-733, thanks.

Excuse me, miss? The number I asked, forget about it, never mind.

I want to tell you I'm not leaving tomorrow morning.

I'll have the room for a few more days.

Thank you.

- Wait! - Yes?

Put it inside the other one, it's better that way.

Very well.

- Here's the change. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

The jacket fits me.

- Yes? - The tuxedo shirt.

- I'll buy this. - Very good.

And now I want a sports shirt with little red buttons.

Yes, sir.

Here it is...

...with the buttons.

Oh, Veronique!

- Did it go well? - Yes, I was looking for you.

I wanted to thank you.

- Thank you. - Who would have said...

that your "eleven" joke would work?

It's obvious you're new around here.

Those jokes are taken very seriously around here.

Right?

Respect the eleven.

Relax, I won't let go of it anymore.

It's not necessary. Now you're on a winning streak...

...so you can play any number you want.

But occasionally remember the eleven. Don'te be repelled by it.

One, black, odd and less.

6, black, even and less.

70,000 francs for you, thank you.

Excuse me, his Highness doesn't like you playing at his table.

One black.

Here's 35,000. You haven't lost anything.

Thank you.

By that time I had seized a fortune...

or better yet the fortune had seized me...

and we wouldn't lose each other again.

This situation lasted a long time...

and it gave me the feeling of having become another man - a winner.

I often heard that at the gaming table...

...a man often reveals his true nature.

And you thought you have found yours.

Right.

Illusions, my dear friend.

Illusions. Illusions.

Fortunate and also a little ruthless.

- Hello. - Hello.

Listen, I want to change hotels.

- What do you recommend? - Why?

Well, that boarding house is a bit poor...

Now I can give myself the luxury of something better.

Don't do it.

Why? I don't understand.

Because you're in form...

and you mustn't change anything about yourself.

Otherwise it might change your fortune.

You also believe in these things?

Here we all believe.

Look over there, for example

He never washed.

During his entire stay in Monte Carlo, he hasn't washed.

Ah, so...

I had felt something.

Look at that lady. Elegant, right?

You see her dress, all worn-out?

She never changes.

She's been here a month, and never changes.

It's funny.

Thus, everyone has their system.

There are some who only play with the left hand...

who always play the same number, those who never cut their hair.

- Those who don't want any advice. - But...

If you know all these things, why have I never seen you play?

I have tried, in my spare time, but I am...

-... a natural loser. - No, you're not.

So I make money playing a different kind of game...

And not just me.

Look at that one.

Yes, I know how he wins without playing.

Each has its own methods.

Like the lady who bet right after you.

Ah, yes.

Like the one who is standing in front of the blond fellow.

- He also has a secret. - What secret?

- Earn from the losers. - How is that?

If I told you it would no longer be a secret.

Very good. I will follow your advice.

I will stay in the Belvedere pension.

Agreed. Goodbye.

May I? I've been watching you every day...

but I can not understand your system.

You have a system. Don't tell me otherwise.

I'm telling you I don't have one.

You have your secret in the suitcase...

... Diagrams, notes, statistical calculations.

Look, there must be a mistake.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Aristide Melainassis, Greek shipping magnate.

- Nice to meet you. - See...

That shack by the port is my home...

My office... my hobby.

We could join our forces into a society.

No, no. What forces?

I limit myself to play and win.

I don't know how, but I win.

Look, I'm surprised, too.

It's just a matter of luck.

It's the same thing. I imagine you lack the means.

And I can offer the means.

Money, or I can you offer my entire organization...

telephones, telex, emissaries, everything...

If you let me play at the same time...

... at the tables of the biggest casinos in the world.

Why be limited to a single casino table?

Taking advantage of time zone differences...

The foreign exchange market, closing of stock exchange...

A swindler or a hothead.

Almost all casinos are populated by that sort of people.

With the vague promise of evaluating his proposal...

and that we'll see each other soon...

I got rid of the Greek shipping magnate.

It went well tonight as well, Mr. Pascal?

Yes, thank you.

Sorry, is this where you can change your money?

- Yes, sir. - Excuse me.

- Good night. - See you later.

- Tell me. - I want to change Italian money.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- Really... - Really, what?

- Eleven is mine. - Eleven is mine!

- But...

Dealer...

Now there's nothing left to teach you.

There is, however.

For example, not to believe your promises.

I'm still at that hotel waiting for you.

- You know why? - Why?

Because I wouldn't come for personal interests, but for love.

You know how they say: Who's lucky in love...

And if I pay you?

In that case yes.

Yes, I'm coming.

Good morning.

Thank you.

Breakfast, Mattia.

Pour me a cup of tea while I dress.

You want sugar?

No sugar.

Thank you.

Now I have to leave.

I have to change and be at the pier at 10:00 o'clock.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Wait!

- What is it? - I have to pay you.

Otherwise, he who's lucky in love...

Here they are.

You really believe luck can abandon you like that?

Be careful, Mattia.

I came for love.

Goodbye.

Take my advice. Stop playing.

As always, Veronique was right.

From that moment on, luck turned its back on me...

It left like it arrived. Suddenly and without explanation.

At first, I tried varying numbers...

...changing times of play, changing games.

Eight. The bank wins again.

400,000 for the bank. 400,000 for the bank.

Fourteen.

Do you have to be standing right there?

Why? Does it bother you?

- Yes, maybe. - Ah, I understand.

Well?

You want me to go?

I would be very grateful.

Well?

- You said you'd be grateful. - Yes!

Then show me your gratitude.

Eleven.

I had the good sense to follow Veronique's advice...

and leave Monte Carlo.

I wanted to make a sensational re-entrance.

and suddenly appear in my town, handsome, rich and rejuvenated.

With over 400 million I won in Monte Carlo...

I'd humiliate the Pescatore widow...

Win Romilda over and crush Malagna.

And then go away, to a large city.

Genoa, Milan, Rome, to start over with my wife...

Yes, with her! Why not? Poor girl.

To start a new and free life...

...without anxiety or concerns.

Why? Why, Mattia?

Why? Why?

I was dead. It was my funeral.

My wife cried, my mother-in-law was there.

My friends, Aunt Scholastica, the maid, everyone.

But how could I be dead?

I did not know what had happened, but...

...my instinct told me to hide. And that's why...

the absurdity of a funeral for a man who is alive...

was something that drew me irresistibly into this madness.

Seeing my mother-in-law, my wife and Malagna...

...revived in me a series of bitter memories.

What do I have in common with these people?

For the first time...

I fondly looked back thinking of my mother.

I waited for the night to understand... to decide.

Hello?

Pascal residence?

No, this is not the Pascal residence, it's the Pescatore residence.

I would like to speak with Mr. Pascal. Mattia Pascal.

Mattia Pascal died a month ago.

- A month? - Yes, but the body...

has been found two days ago. He committed suicide.

Suicide? It's not possible.

It's the least he could do.

But who is this? What do you want? Hello?

That's when I thought of calling you.

Yes, because you'd seen me at the funeral.

I still don't know how you couldn't recognize my voice.

Who could have thought? You were dead...

It didn't cross my mind that it could be you.

I said I was a friend, and you immediately told me...

that you were the first one to see the dead body...

half-naked, bloated, mangled, unrecognizable...

...and yet everybody said it was me.

No, it wasn't a phenomenon of collective suggestion.

There was your red scarf found in the shrubs.

And besides, everyone knew what problems you had.

The bankrupcy, death of your poor mother...

your marriage was in a bad shape.

Oliva is good and sweet, but...

...when she married that southerner...

...she acquired certain habits, which I must mention to her.

This pesto has too much garlic!

There needs to be less of it. Much less...

Otherwise you need bicarbonate to digest it.

Do you understand? I realized that...

I could build a new life, do it my way.

Free of any burden.

Without the weight of the past.

Away from Mattia Pascal whom I also didn't like.

I could build a new man...

Rich, who could live where ever he liked.

With a new name. Do you understand?

Why not?

Why not?

First, I thought of going to Rome.

A city that welcomes so many strangers and outsiders like me...

...with total indifference.

Mattia and Romilda forever.

Farewell to you too!

So long, Mattia Pascal.

I bid you farewell.

I was looking for a name I liked, that fitted me.

Adriano Vinciguerra...

Adriano.

How are you doing? I'm Adriano.

The Emperor Hadrian (Adriano)!

Yes, yes, my name is Adriano.

Pleasure. May I? Adriano.

Hi, I'm Adriano.

By God!

What have you done? Are you blind?

I got distracted lighting up a cigarette, damn it!

- Damn! Look what you've done! - Excuse me, it's all my fault.

By God! Listen...

Give me your insurance and tell me your name.

Yes, please. Adriano Vinci.

- What? - Vinci.

Ernesto Piromalli. But what are we doing? Introducing ourselves, celebrating?

Bring your documents, I'll give you mine.

By God almighty!

Hey! You!

The buildings, all those people and the confusion...

...assured me that in that great city...

...I could erase the memory of my previous life...

...and invent a new one.

Sorry!

Excuse me, ma'am! Ma'am!

What did you say?

Excuse me, is this the right way to town centre?

If you give me a ride, I'll point you in the right direction.

Sure, get in!

Well?

Straight ahead and then turn right.

What's your name?

After this traffic light turn right. Dudu.

My name is Adriano Guerra.

You like that name?

Listen...

Where can I find a hostel to grab a bite and spend the night?

A hostel? "Apocalypse" is okay, but it's not for you.

Otherwise, "Paradise"...

traditional place, with good music...

and it's open all night.

And then there's "The Top".

Wait! Stop here. Stop! Stop!

- Wait a minute. - Let me out.

Go straight to the town square and you'll find "Paradise". Goodbye.

Hey, Dudu! Ciao, Dudu.

- Good evening, sir. - Evening.

Is that table to your liking?

- Thank you, but I prefer the bar. - Please.

- Good evening.

Give me vodka.

At what time do you close?

It could be tomorrow. It depends on the clientele.

Leave the bottle.

- You thought it over? - No, no.

Are you waiting for someone?

Yes, Prince Charming.

Would you like something?

Let's drink something or this guy won't leave.

- Yes, I brought the bottle... - For me a whiskey.

- I'm Clara. - Nice to meet you.

- Are you from out of town? - Yes, yes.

- I'm from Argentina. - Your Italian is very good, though.

Well, my parents were Italian.

I was conceived on a boat and born in Buenos Aires.

I had no time to understand that I was born...

...and my father was gone.

Some said they fled with another woman.

Others, however, say he's 'desaparecido'...

Taken by the political police.

But aren't these 'desaparecidos' related to modern times?

Yes, yes, it's always been like that.

It's called differently, but it's always the same thing.

My mother was left alone...

...and the poor thing fought tooth and nail.

The sacrifices, struggles...

...and in the end got sick and died.

Poor woman.

I was left alone.

I had a grandfather in Italy.

Then at the age of 13, all alone...

...I crossed the Andes and the Apennines.

Where my grandfather lived.

I can't describe to you his joy when he saw me.

He was alone.

- Him too? - Hmm? Yes, yes.

He was poor, and yet he financed my studies.

He'd get angry because I'd always disappear. I was mischievous.

Later he became ill.

The poor man didn't even buy his medication because of my studies.

And little by little...

he faded away like a candle.

Here it's the other way around.

Usually, we are the ones who tell sad stories.

But you screwed us!

That's not a life, dear, it's a tragedy!

- Yes. - And what do you have in there?

Wipes to dry the tears?

No, contracts... I have come here on business.

- Who told you about this place? - The cab driver.

Where are you staying?

No, I'm only passing through. I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

You want to stay here all night?

Oh, no!

What are you doing?

Nothing, I can't sleep.

Are you worried? Something wrong?

I have no documents.

How's that? How did it happen?

They were in the car that got stolen yesterday.

Listen, who are you kidding?

You must be in trouble!

Certain things smell from afar.

I'm never wrong: Argentina, 'desaparecido'...

And then this suitcase.

You don't let go of it for a moment.

What's inside?

- Money. - Dirty money.

- You're looking to launder them. - No, I'm just looking for documents.

- False. - True or false, whatever.

I just need to prove that I am who I am.

I can help you, if you want.

I'll talk to a lawyer...

and he'll provide them in a few days.

Of course, it'll cost some money.

Yes, okay, but what should I do in the meantime?

Where will I sleep tonight?

Tonight you can go to "Paradise"...

and then...

we'll see.

What's your name?

Adriano.

Adriano what?

- Meis. - Meis?

Adriano Meis.

Adriano Meis...

Like the one downstairs who works in a morgue.

- Thank you. - Have a good day.

Good day.

I want to open an account to make a deposit.

- Yes, cash or checks? - Cash. 400 million.

Yes, walking with all that money in these times...

Precisely.

- Well, what's your name? - Adriano Meis.

Do you have a document?

Will the driver's license do?

Yes, yes. Certainly.

Sorry, I left it in the car. I'll be right back.

That was very foolish.

They were dead man's documents.

But why did you destroy all your documents?

Why did you have to make new ones?

A foolish thing, totally senseless.

You were thousands of miles away from your town.

Who would have suspected that here...

...you were considered to be dead?

It was... nonsense.

I was happy, elated, I was young...

I wanted to be the architect of my destiny.

Nonsense!

Stop saying it's foolish. I know.

But have you never done or thought something foolish?

- Yes, once. - What was it?

I went looking for a girl.

- And you haven't found her. - No.

- Write. - I'm writing.

The final remains of my old self...

were ingloriously headed to cemetery.

I followed it for a while...

as a last goodbye...

the last memory of Mattia Pascal.

It was the first penalty I paid...

for having destroyed the documents.

Hi! Well?

Here it is.

- The documents? - Not so much.

It's only a complaint made at the police station that you...

Adriano Meis, born in Argentina, etc.. etc...

lost your documents.

Look, all legal, the seal and signature.

- Got it. - As far as real documents...

it's more difficult, It takes a few days.

Listen, but with this I can do everything?

You wish! If someone stops you, you show it to them.

Right. And what about a place to sleep?

One moment. This is worth a million.

A million?

I told you, dear...

Here are many people who take risks and want money.

- Okay, okay. - About sleeping...

Stay with me tonight.

And tomorrow... write down the address of a house.

Paleari.

- Paleari... - Paleari.

Via Panisperna 81.

An acquaintance of mine lives there. It's a nice, discrete place.

Near the Via Cavour. Ask for Terenzio.

Arrange everything with him. They want ask for documents.

You talk to him in my name...

And if it's not sufficient, show him this.

By the way...

- Who is it? - Mr.Terenzio, please.

- Who? - Terenzio.

I'm opening the door.

You forgot your keys?

Sorry, I thought it was Terenzio, my son.

No, I'm sorry. In fact, I asked for Mr. Terenzio.

You can't here anything on this damned thing.

Come in. Adriana!

Come here, please.

A man is looking for Terenzio.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

My brother is not in Rome.

He works in Naples. I don't know when he'll return.

Damn! It's very urgent.

I need a room. Do you have any?

We rent out only two rooms.

- One of them is free now. - Could I maybe...

You want to see it?

- You want to see the room? - Yes, if it's no trouble.

Please.

- Oh, sorry. - Please.

Thank you.

Here it is.

This is the room.

- You want to take a look?. - May I?

- I have to take this. - Go on.

For me it's great. What about the price?

I'm here.

Anselmo Paleari.

200,000, with the use of television the bathroom and the phone...

excluding long distance.

It's a fair price, because...

As my daughter Adriana said...

We have only one more guest. A distinguished professor of diction.

Please.

No, thanks. We are like a family.

I live here with my daughter Adriana,...

Papiano, my son-in-law, who is staying with us...

...after the death of my oldest daughter...

and the illustrious guest whom I've already mentioned.

Yes, yes. The price is very good.

I wanted to make a proposition.

I offer 250,000 lire advance payment...

...if you'll let me stay here from tonight onwards.

My son-in-law is in charge of the management.

We should wait for him to return.

Why? The house is yours and you can do whatever you want.

Yes, of course, but I prefer to wait for Terenzio.

It's only a few days. It is a matter of principle.

There is only one principle. The house is yours!

May I, ma'am?

If you do not mind, I would suggest a compromise.

I will do my best to please Mr. Papiano.

And if I don't succeed, I'll leave the room.

What do you think?

I already told you!

The house is yours, and you can do whatever you want.

Excuse me.

Hey, are you by any chance interested...

in paranormal phenomena, spiritualistic experiments...

contacts with the other world?

- Yes. On second thought, a lot. - Me too. Very much.

I have only two passions: checkers and spiritualism.

The teacher who lives with us...

...has extraordinary psychic talents.

- Seriously? - Good morning, Miss Caporale.

There's the lady. Come on.

Go on.

Miss Caporale, my greetings

- Good morning. - Good morning.

We have a new guest. Mister...

Adriano Meis.

By the way, here is the police certificate...

...saying they'll send me the documents.

- Stolen? - Yes, at the station.

The first time I put my wallet here...

and it was immediately stolen! Rome has become hell like all of Italy.

And it did not end there, because I went to pursue the thief...

I left the bag and it also disappeared.

How terrible!

Yes, I don't even have an extra pair of socks.

No one is exempt. Sooner or later, it's everybody's turn.

- Good day. - Good day.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Come in.

I thought you might need an ashtray.

Thank you.

Telephone, Mr. Meis. Some woman.

Excuse me.

Yes, tell me. Is everything ready?

It can be done.

Ten big ones in advance and fifteen big ones after the delivery.

Ten what?

It's an incredible deal.

At current prices, what you need...

...costs between 80 and 100.

Oh, my! They're not playing.

Yes, but documents are authentic. Take it or leave it.

Listen, this Saturday...

...you must come to Passeggiata Arceologica at 5AM.

You will see a group of people I will be in that group.

You can't go wrong, because it is a pilgrimage, and we'll meet there.

- You go on a pilgrimage? - Yes, I do it twice a year.

And the person who is dealing with your problem will be there.

Bring four photos for your ID card and 10,000 in advance.

Otherwise it's useless to come. Get it?

Miss.

- Can I help you? - No, thanks. I can manage alone.

Oh, come on!

Please take this, and give me your stuff.

- Thank you. - Please.

You seem to be in good spirit. Everything okay?

Yes. I went to the Embassy. I have good news.

I have to bring the photos and...

by the end of the month, I'll get my documents so I'll be able to leave.

I don't know why, I thought...

...you'd stay in Rome for a while.

What is a man to do in this country? One must leave Italy.

Think of how much there is to see, new people to meet.

One cannot spend all his life at home! One has to move!

I want to take a trip before returning to South America. Look at this...

Mauritius.

I have a friend who was in the Seychelles...

and he told me it's a paradise.

Look at India, for example.

I've never been out of Italy.

- Not even in San Marino. - But it is very simple.

When I'll be leaving, prepare your suitcase and come with me.

I am alone, you're alone...

I'm Adriano, you're Adriana...

It doesn't seem like a good enough reason.

It feels like we're on a plane. Are you afraid?

No.

Oh, my God. I'm sorry!

Are you hurt?

- Sorry. - No.

I'm such a fool!

So give me a kiss, as it's done with children.

You think you're a kid?

No. Actually, I'm a little old. I'm sorry.

No, I...

It's not what I meant. Excuse me.

END OF PART TWO

Subtitles by Ant123 for KG June 2016