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I am too young,

I am too young to love you.

I'm too young

to go out alone with you.

I would not have,

I would not have anything to say to you

because you know

many more things than I do.

Let me live a romantic love

while waiting for that day to come.

But not now.

I am too young,

I am too young to love you.

I am too young

to go out alone with you.

But if you want,

if you want to wait for me,

that day you'll have

all my love for you.

Let me live a romantic love

while waiting for that day to come.

But not now.

I am too young,

I am too young to love you.

I am too young

to go out alone with you.

But if you want,

if you want to wait for me,

that day you'll have

all my love for you.

International woman's swimming meet Italy-Spain.

Contestants for 100 meter freestyle

must come to starting point.

Ready...

Thank you.

Did you see, Gigliola? I did it.

- But I had to work hard. - You were amazing, Angela.

- I'll see you at the diving contest. - I don't have much hope for that.

Diving contest from a 10 meter diving board.

Angela De Riera, from Spain is now on the board.

Hurry.

Help me!

- Easy. - Easy!

Please, everyone back up!

Back up!

Lie her down here.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

- How is she? Is it serious? - No, don't worry.

Angela!

My little Angelita!

Don't worry. Your daughter is alright.

I'm not her mother. I am her governess.

Angelita!

- She's opening her eyes! - Angela!

- My Angelita! - Angela.

Darling! This girl saved your life.

She was the first one to dive in.

Gigliola, I will never forget it.

- How do you feel now? - Alive.

It's all over now.

Thank you, miss. May God bless you.

- Can you make it? - Yes.

RIERA VILLA - BARCELONA

THIS IS MY VILLA THAT AWAITS YOU - ANGELA

SOGNI VILLA - NAPLES

THE EXAMS ARE KEEPING ME FAR FROM MY BEAUTIFUL LOGUI VILLA

I REMEMBER IT FONDLY GIGLIOTA

RIERA VILLA - BARCELONA

IN ONE MONTH'S TIME, THERE WILL BE A HOLIDAY IN BARCELONA.

ARE YOU COMING? ANGELA

SOGNI VILLA - NAPLES

I PASSED THE EXAMS.

I HOPE YOU WIN THE RACE.

SEE YOU SOON, GIGLIOLA

International woman's swimming meet Italy-Spain.

I got very emotional and took off badly.

- Want to bet I'll win this time? - Alright, I'm in.

If I lose, I'll give you a flamenco record.

Alright.

- Good luck. - You too.

Get set...

- Very good! - Thank you.

Now we are even.

Gigliola, are you ready? The car is waiting for us.

- Let's go. - Bye, girls.

Bye!

Where are we going?

The celebration in your honor is starting immediately.

And will end tomorrow.

- What? - Tomorrow we're returning to Italy.

- You'll stay with us. - I already have the plane ticket.

We'll cancel it.

My fiancé.

Luis Rodriguez.

Gigliola Di Francesco.

Born 19 years ago, first year university student,

swimming champion, savior of young Spanish girls

and a noble Neapolitan.

He knows everything about you.

Yes. Angela always talks about you.

- My compliments on your victory. - Thank you.

- And for your lovely graciousness. - Don't embarrass me.

To eliminate this inconvenience, start using your first names.

Excellent idea. We'll be together for many days.

I'm alright with calling you Luis, but not with staying.

- You're refusing my hospitality? - No, but...

No "buts". I've waited so long for this moment.

I'll take care of convincing her. I study diplomacy.

So...

- Why can't you stay with us? - The coach wouldn't approve.

That's not a problem. I'll take care of that. And then?

- They're waiting for me at home. - They've invented phones.

- And then? - I didn't bring much.

Barcelona has many stores,

and Angela has too many clothes in her closet.

- And then? - Then...

- Nothing. - So, let's go.

Great. You were amazing.

- Please. - Thank you.

As of this moment, Spain is at your feet!

- This is it. - Safe and sound. It's a miracle.

- Hi, Paco. - Good morning, Don Luis.

Come, Gigliola. Let's go.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Good day.

Do you like my home?

It's magnificent.

It's not as lovely as your villa in Naples, but...

Actually...

Yours isn't infested with that pest Clarita, Angela's governess.

- She's always in the way. - I met her in Naples.

Angelita, that's not the way to drive.

I am amazed you allowed it. Miss Gigliola!

Good to see you.

I didn't know you'd come.

- Why didn't you tell me? - I wanted to surprise you.

- Is Granddad home? - Yes. His Excellency is in his room.

Now that dinner is over, my gratitude goes to our noble guest,

an enchanting flower of the magnificent Italian land.

- Please. - Cheers!

Angela is everything for me.

If my existence can still have a meaning, I owe it to you.

- Anyone would have done the same. - Maybe.

But you saved my life.

To our Gigliola, to whom we all owe a lot.

To the most delightful Italian princess.

- Thank you. - Cheers!

Another toast now.

Granddad, please. That's the third.

- You know you must not drink. - Alright, tyrant.

Let's leave this toast suspended for the next happy occasion.

But please, get married as soon as possible.

I am dying of thirst. Paco!

- Miss Gigliola, your room is ready. - Thank you.

You competed and must be tired.

- Good night, Excellency. - Bye, Granddad.

- Bye. - See you tomorrow.

- Good night. - Good night, Excellency.

- Cigarette, Luis? - Thank you.

Listen, Paco.

Get us two cognacs.

Go on!

- Hello? - Goodnight, love.

I love you very much.

Were you already sleeping?

Were you at least dreaming of me?

But I'm Gigliola.

Gigliola! I'm sorry.

The maid forgot you're sleeping in Angela's room.

Oh, gosh! I'm sorry for you.

It's always a pleasure to hear your voice.

- Goodnight, Gigliola. - Goodnight.

When I'm up there, I feel as happy as a child.

If you look out on this view, you can admire all of Barcelona.

They are here. Let's go.

We can't ever be alone.

- They're pleasant. - Yes, but there's too many of them.

I will take Gigliola for a ride on the train.

I'll join you there.

May I accompany you to the witches' den?

Is it the right place for me?

Who knows?

- Hello, guys. What are you doing? - Angela, finally!

- Where were you? - I'll tell you later.

Come with me. I've an appointment with Luis.

- Too bad Angela isn't here! - She likes to have lots of company.

I don't. I like solitude.

You are a sort of hermit.

Laugh if you want, but you'll die of fright now.

This is the den? There's no air of mystery.

Gigliola, don't defy witches.

- Are you afraid? - Not at all.

I told you.

- Luis! - Don't worry. I am here.

Watch out!

I feel a cold hand.

Watch out!

Here they are!

Here they are!

- Hurry! - Just a minute!

My fiancé is cheating on me with my best friend.

No. She hugged me.

What are you saying? You're crazy!

We're kidding. This is Gigliola.

- My friends. - Angela, let's go.

- Let's go dancing. - If you want to...

Gigliola, would you like to? I propose to go dancing.

Alright.

Good!

- See you tomorrow! - See you tomorrow.

Where are we going now? You propose something.

I've got an idea,

but I'm afraid this car has decided to definitively stop.

I am tired of hearing grumbling, and as for the car...

It is innocent.

With a driver like you, it's behaving far too well.

Now we'll show you one of the most typical places in the city.

The gypsy neighborhood.

They are real gypsies, not for tourists.

- Good day. - Here. Play something for us.

- Conchita! - You'll see now.

Conchita!

Will you do me a favor? Dance for my Italian friend.

Good!

One day this girl will be as famous as Carmen Amaya.

She has dance in her blood.

Gigliola, come on!

Come on!

Angela, it won't start.

The engine is just clogged.

I'll take care of it.

Farewell!

You'll see what she does.

A catastrophe is approaching.

Look up there.

- Nice! What is it? - The Sagrada Familia church.

It's a poem in stone by a great genius, Gaudì.

- Our Michelangelo. - Interesting, huh?

Fabulous!

- It's fun to travel like this. - Yes.

I've never had a tourist ride with a crane truck.

I've an idea.

In less than an hour we'll show you all of Spain.

From north to south, from Coruna to Granada, passing by Madrid.

- With the crane truck? - No, on foot.

It will be a fabulous trip.

Hey, stop!

- Thank you. - Just a minute.

- Where are we going? - Follow us and you'll see.

I am curious. Tell me where we're going.

Wait.

In an hour, we'll have a new car.

Good. Then send yours to the junkyard.

You are hateful!

Look. It's like all of Spain reduced in size.

That is a street in Toledo.

- Do you like it? - Very much.

Madrid is down there with its sumptuous buildings,

and right after, we're in Asturias.

- It's fun. - And there's another side. Come.

Here we're in Extremadura.

When you turn the corner, there's Zaragoza and then Seville.

Each street, each construction, perfectly reproduces

a typical corner of our country.

- It's like a summary. - I was good at summaries at school.

In 3 minutes, I told the story of all of Spain.

How phenomenal!

She wasn't good, she was just lazy.

With what we're saying, who knows what Gigliola will think of us.

- We always argue. - Why do you say that?

There are many ways of caring for each another. This is yours.

Yes, a very strange way.

At least we are sincere. Right?

Where is the music coming from?

There's a big celebration in Galicia.

- Would you like to see it? - Yes.

Then let's go.

Come on. Let's dance!

It will come out beautifully.

- May I? - Of course.

- Please. Do you mind? - With pleasure.

- Miss, put this sombrero on. - Thank you.

It looks very good on you.

Smile, miss.

That's it.

Done. Thank you.

- Here. - Yes.

- Thank you. - You're welcome

- Shall we go? - You're getting bored of me!

- Where is Gigliola? - I don't know. She was just here.

How will we find her with so many people?

You go over there and I'll go to this side.

I'll find out about the car too. We'll meet at the exit.

- Alright. - Bye.

Hi.

- Did I scare you? - Not at all.

Don't deny it.

Nothing is more attractive than a moment of weakness.

- Where is Angela? - Looking for you. You disappeared.

I'm sorry. I had a souvenir picture taken.

Then I turned around and couldn't see you. Sorry.

- Maybe you wanted to be alone. - No!

Confess. I can understand.

Right, you like solitude.

Yes, especially in this moment.

But you're not alone now.

Solitude can be shared by two people.

In fact, it's more beautiful.

Do you know where we are?

In Andalusia! The paradise for lovers.

We must look for Angela.

You don't like it?

I do. It's beautiful.

But it's not a land for me.

You're wrong. It's perfect for you.

What a night this will be.

- It's Angela. - Let's go.

Yes.

Angela is always in a hurry.

She is the dearest girl I've ever met.

- The most sincere, the most real. - I'm not saying that's not true.

But tonight, with a honk of the horn, she turned off all the stars.

Let's go.

Finally!

Gigliola, what did you do? Were you lost?

Sorry, but there was so much confusion.

- They already brought the other car. - Yes.

They'll return mine in a few days.

- Who are they? - Students.

They are serenading their girlfriends.

It's an old Spanish tradition.

- Thank you. - Bravo!

Now you must play something in Italian.

- Of course. - Our friend is Italian.

You must do the same. Sing.

Miss, put this on.

As dear as you, as sweet as you,

there's only you.

I only see you. I like going out with only you.

But don't ever talk to me...

...of love.

Don't steal the hours...

...from time.

Love comes

whenever it wants.

It doesn't need...

...words.

As dear as you, as sweet as you,

there's only you.

I only see you. I like going out with only you.

But don't ever talk to me...

...of love.

Don't steal the hours...

...from time.

Love comes...

whenever it wants.

It doesn't need...

...words.

As dear as you, as sweet as you,

there's only you.

I only see you. I like going out with only you.

But don't ever talk to me...

...of love.

Don't steal the hours...

...from time.

- Hello? - Did I wake you?

No, I was reading. What is it?

I wanted to know if you still love me.

Is that why you're calling?

A night-time thought.

Well?

Of course I still love you.

Thank you, Luis. Good night.

Angela, if you should find yourself on a tower with Gigliola and me,

who would you push off?

You, of course.

I've been your friend for a long time.

But Gigliola saved my life and you just made it difficult

with your petty middle-class gossip.

Right. I'm not a princess.

Let's hear Luis. Who would you push off?

- I'd push you. - You can't. I'm not on the tower.

You have to choose between Angela and Gigliola.

Don't you think it's an impolite question?

- Gigliola is our guest. - This is an evil game.

- Who would you push off? - I'd push off...

- Clarita! - No one invited me to the tower.

- You can't push me off. - You would be there!

You're always glued to Angela.

- Do I bother you? - Don't change the subject.

Would you push Angela or Gigliola?

Alright.

Angela and Gigliola!

His Excellency wants to toast in honor of Miss Gigliola.

- Let's go. - Come on.

Guys, let's go!

Kids, how are you? Having fun?

Gigliola, I want to say goodbye.

Tonight I'm leaving and can't take you to the airport tomorrow.

- You've already been so kind. - Not as much as you deserve.

Any time you want to return, this is your home.

Thank you.

Gigliola, you make me feel 20 years younger!

This is the moment to toast with some Italian wine.

Granddad, you shouldn't drink.

This is a special occasion. It would be a crime not to drink.

To Gigliola, with the wish

that all you desire today comes true.

Thank you.

In this wine from your land, there is all the warmth of Naples.

With the second sip, I see the world in pink

and hear a celestial music.

- Gigliola, sing something. - No, come on!

Must I defeat you again to have you sing? Please!

Gigliola, I am asking you. In fact, I beg you.

- Then I give up. - Bravo, Gigliola! You're such a dear.

I will give my first kiss

the day you tell me

you want to stay with me,

and that you'll never leave.

You'll give me my first kiss,

and in one moment I'll find

a new world inside of me

that I'll give to you with closed eyes.

I know that love comes and goes

but for me you will be

the first and last love.

There will be no other.

And the first kiss will remain

like a secret between us.

Even if maybe, sooner or later,

I will lose your smile.

What a lovely song!

If a man sang it, I'd faint with emotion.

Luckily, a woman is singing it. I wouldn't know how to hold you.

Really? I'm not so big.

I wasn't talking about your figure. It's mine that's inadequate.

Poor dear! But if you are so weak,

I fear you won't win over too many hearts.

I know that love comes and goes

but for me you will be

my first and last love.

There will be no other.

And the first kiss will remain

like a secret between us

even if maybe, sooner or later,

I will lose your smile.

I will lose your smile.

I will lose your smile!

Bravo!

You sang beautifully.

But are you sad?

A little nostalgic.

Your attention, please.

Alitalia announces departure

of flight 540 for Naples, Rome and Milan.

Attention!

Naples, my good fortune.

Naples, my good fortune.

I had forgotten that happiness

is the stars at night, the neighborhood of Santa Lucia.

It's an old song

sung in the streets.

Naples, my good fortune.

You love

those who loves you.

Make me a young girl again,

have me happily sing.

Have the sea embrace me.

Have me try this joy.

Naples, my good fortune.

Naples, my good fortune.

I had forgotten that happiness...

Make me be a young girl again,

have me happily sing.

Have the sea embrace me.

Have me try this joy.

Naples, my good fortune.

Naples, my good fortune.

Gigliola!

Mom!

- Mom! - Gigliola, dear, my child!

- Dad! - Lovely Gigliola!

- How are you? - Little sister!

- Hi! - My child, you're so lovely!

You came without telling us anything.

- I wanted to surprise you. - You're lovely! Don't cry.

Stop it. Look how lovely she is.

- I must pay for the taxi. - I'll take care of my colleague.

- Do you have money? - Yes.

Your colleague? You have a taxi too?

No, I am the driver of Prince Maddaloni.

He pays me all year, and I work the 3 times he comes.

- You steal the salary. - Are you horrified?

No, on the contrary, I'd like to steal it too.

- Does this prince have a brother? - No.

But I like you, and one day, I'll leave you my job.

- It would be a Saint Gennaro miracle! - Take care.

- I'll come by here sometime. - Alright.

She guessed the sizes. It's perfect.

- This is for you. - For me?

- Yes. - Thank you.

- Does it look good on me? - What lovely gifts!

- You see? - Isn't there anything for me?

- There's one for you too. - Where did you get so much money?

Angela would have given me anything.

She thinks I'm rich.

- She thinks I'm a princess. - What?

Why did you let her believe it?

With all those carefree people,

with so many noble titles,

I didn't have the courage.

What if they find out?

I don't think so.

I'll never see them again.

What is the matter?

She's getting emotional. That's what.

And the change of air... Spain isn't Posillipo.

It's her first trip.

During our honeymoon,

your mother cried 3 times a day, and we were in Salerno.

Then there is some nostalgia.

All those people that were around you...

Compliments, gifts,

dances, riches...

You think that only the Spanish know how to entertain you?

I'll take care of it.

- Bring us two coffees, please. - Right away.

- You want something else? - No.

- Two cognacs too. - Alright. Two cognacs!

Today we are rich!

I feel like spending.

Gigliola, enough of this silence.

You must tell your father everything. What's the matter?

Dad...

- Here you are! - No! I'm sorry!

But you must bring me the bottle.

I know these tricks.

With these chemical colors... Elephant tusks, umbrella handles!

You color tap water and make it become cognac.

You must bring me the bottle, sealed.

You're right. A bottle of cognac!

You can't make a fool of me.

Well?

I understand.

Are you in love?

Why that face?

All the girls your age fall in love.

- You were becoming an exception. - Here's the bottle.

That's good.

- Sealed. - Just a little for the lady.

- Very well. - More for me.

Here. Cheers.

- La meme chose. - You want to change label?

No. I said "same thing", meme, "same".

You want more! I'll serve you right away.

A waiter who doesn't speak French!

We are locals.

Well, well. My Gigliola is in love.

So, tell me who this super fortunate man is.

- Please, don't joke. - It's to cheer you up.

Who is this fortunate man who wants to marry you?

He is a man who will never be my husband.

He's married.

It's as if he were.

He is Angela's fiancé, and she's my best friend.

I must not think about him anymore.

Alright. No, it's not right at all.

Luckily, Spain is far away

and time adjusts many things.

I will never be able to forget him.

That's what they say.

But then you meet another man.

You fall in love with him and...

I can only say good for you.

Yes, you behaved very well.

You respected your friendship and suffered in silence.

They say that suffering makes days of happiness longer.

And that's how it will be for you.

And I will always be close to you.

When you are in need, call me.

Your father...

I know. Thank you.

For what, my child?

I am a modest man, from another generation, but...

I understand love and sacrifice too, when it is right.

Miss, may I have the honor of this dance?

- No one is dancing. - We'll dance.

- With pleasure. - I dance old style.

I don't know how to wiggle around or make an idiotic face

as certain modern young men do when they dance the twist, the surf.

You dance very well.

- Shall we dance? - Let's go.

Mademoiselle.

- What do you say? - You're very good.

Nobody dances the waltz like you.

We are poor.

The poor with the poor, and the rich with the rich.

We are poor, and among the poor we will remain.

I need to see you,

to stay with you.

To embrace you and feel

your hands in mine.

I always think of you,

always, and even more.

I want nothing else.

I need to see you.

To talk to you, feel you

always here close to me.

To look at you and say

what you are for me.

I always think of you,

always, and even more.

I want nothing else.

Nothing exists without you.

Always, and even more.

I love you.

Nothing exists without you.

I need to see you,

to hear your voice,

to embrace you

and always have you close to me!

Gianni!

Gianni!

Gianni!

- Hello. - Any news about that thing?

In a few months the job is yours.

I don't want to be intrusive,

but you said that you would give it to me soon.

- Six months have gone by. - It's just a saying.

I must get a degree first.

- When are you graduating? - Within this year.

Then study seriously.

- I do so every day. - I am leaving reassured.

Remember to study!

Alright.

- Gigliola Di Francesco. - She is my sister.

A signature.

Good day.

I WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW ANGELA

Gigliola!

Gigliola!

What is it?

Your Spanish friend is coming.

What will I do now?

She thinks I'm rich, the owner of the villa.

Now you're in trouble, little liar!

Your brother made a big discovery.

I spent my money on you well.

It was a great idea to have you study as a chemical inventor.

- What's chemistry got to do with it? - It does.

You should have an immediate idea instead of worrying her.

- It's not easy. - Are you a thinker? Then think!

Strain your brain.

- Alright. I'll strain it. - Let's think.

We could do this...

Luis, stop it.

- Help me. - The park is beautiful.

- Your suitcase. - Princess.

You get too friendly with the driver.

- He'll has you carry your suitcases. - We grew up together.

Gianni is like a brother to me.

When are your parents returning?

I don't know. They just left.

Meanwhile, I'll welcome you.

Vincenzo, look at her. She looks like a real princess.

How lovely! She's my daughter.

Really? Don't I have anything to do with it?

- I've nothing to do with her? - You do, but she looks like me.

Dad, don't be lazy and work.

He is like you. What a character!

How lovely!

- Do you like Naples? - I like Naples, Rome, Venice.

All of Italy, and the Italians too.

- All of them? - My heart is great.

Will you sing me a song? If you don't mind.

- Of course. - How lovely!

My sun lovelier...

What a beautiful voice!

My sun is upon your face.

Sun, my sun

is upon your face,

is upon your face.

What beauty There is on a sunny day...

Madam, do you feel ill?

Yes, very ill.

The sea plays these tricks on you.

The sea upsets me greatly. It makes me lingering and weak.

Lingering!

If you want to go below the deck, I'll make you feel better.

- Better? - Much better.

- Come with me. - Below the deck.

- Clarita found a man. - Really?

Spanish women can't resist the charm of Italian men.

So, be careful.

You must keep an eye on me. I'm in continuous danger.

Certainly, but I know I can trust you.

You are too self-confident and think you are irresistible.

- The only man in the world! - Not the only one, but yours.

We were children when our parents decided

that one day we'd get married.

You can disobey your parents.

You made her angry.

She catches fire over nothing.

She always wants to win.

Did something happen to you? May I be of help?

Yes. You don't think you're the only man in the world, right?

Nor are you a man who wants all women at his feet.

Not all of them, but I wouldn't mind one.

You're sincere!

But maybe you prefer being alone and don't want to talk.

On the contrary! If I could dare...

Come on!

I'd say that I've never been as happy as I am now.

I thank you.

- Do you like the sea? - Very much.

It's the most extraordinary thing in the world.

It makes us feel detached from everything and everyone.

Free from any social convention, man and woman.

Without names, without titles, and without uniforms.

Gigliola, I...

No, please. Don't say anything.

I am very tired.

It's such a big building,

that caring for the rooms would take 10 people.

Go to sleep. I'll straighten up here.

Thank you.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Gigliola! - Dad.

What are you doing here at this hour?

I couldn't sleep.

What happened?

You said you'd always be close to me,

to call you if I was in need.

What else happened?

He loves me too.

What did you say to him?

I just asked him not to say anything else.

Dad, help me.

Help me to never see him again.

It's not possible, my child.

You must wait a bit and resist. There's only a few days left.

- I can't do it. - Don't say that.

You are strong. You're my daughter.

You must smile and be cheerful,

or I will go to that gentleman and swell his face up like this.

What's he have to do with it?

Nothing, but I don't want him to make you suffer.

I'll talk to him and tell him that you're engaged,

that you're married, that you're a mother!

He can't come from Spain and create problems in my home

after I have served him.

Don't be upset, Dad.

- I will be strong and will smile. - Good girl.

- I will resist. - You must be patient.

- Good night. - Good night.

- Shall I accompany you? - No.

Take care.

Darn it!

What a mess!

Your mother will be furious. Don't laugh.

- Vincenzo, what did you do? - Nothing. I put the dishes away!

Darn it!

This is Mercury Street. Here is the Arch of Caligula.

Now we'll go to see one of the most beautiful villas of Pompeii.

It's the House of the Faun, and it's worth visiting.

The guide book says, "Because it is so vast..."

Hey!

Hey, Clarita!

Oh, God! Who is calling me?

- Is it a voice from the past? - The present!

Gennaro, you're here!

Speak softly or they'll hear you.

Your voice echoes here.

Why do you follow me and spy on me?

Me? You told me to come. You gave me an appointment.

- Come. - No. You scare me.

- Am I so ugly? - No, Gennaro.

You're handsome

and among these ruins, you look like the god of love.

- Such good taste! Come. - No, Gennaro.

- Come. - No!

- Come! - Gennaro!

Genarro!

- What do you want from me? - The same thing you want from me.

I knew it. You want my body, not my soul.

- We'll deal with that later. Come. - Gennaro!

- You are so tall! - I am crazy about you.

Don't move so much or I can't kiss you.

I'm not. It's the emotion.

This was the peristyle of the House of the Faun.

Shall we go see the Forum?

I'll join you right away.

Don't get lost.

NUCLEAR PHYSICS

- You study nuclear physics! - I'm getting my degree this year.

- And you're a driver. - I am poor.

Studying is a luxury that costs a lot of sacrifice.

Right, Gianni. I like you.

Do you like Don Luis too?

This is the Forum.

Why do we keep on lying to each other?

There's Angela between us.

She is so trusting.

And she's so beautiful!

What am I compared to her?

You don't know me very well.

I am convinced that we've known each other a long time.

Maybe we met in Pompeii 2,000 years ago.

Aren't you convinced?

The love message written on that wall

I dedicated to you.

Then, one day, the fury of the Vesuvius exploded.

Everyone fled, screaming.

But we weren't able to.

We remained here together.

Embracing each other for the last time.

United, one with the other.

Forever.

Thank you.

So, Excellency, may I count on it?

Yes, if Gianni said it, the job is yours.

Thanks, but you must hire me before leaving.

I'm not leaving.

This time I'm staying in Naples for a long time.

- Why? - Do you mind?

No, but Gianni told me you rarely come here.

I am so unfortunate.

- Darn it! - Vincenzo!

Excellency! You!

- Yes. What is it? - You're here.

Yes. I've returned home.

Before I forget,

we must send Gianni to the airport to get the bags.

Understand?

- Did you see a ghost? - Yes, Excellency.

No!

You came unexpectedly. We weren't expecting you.

- Sorry. Then I'll leave. - Maybe you should.

- What? - No. Don't leave.

You are here.

What does that mean?

The next time I'll send a telegram when I arrive.

You could send a postcard, a special delivery letter.

But arriving like this. An Excellency that arrives like this...

- Give it to me. - Bravo, Vincenzo!

This is how I want to find the house when I return.

Welcoming, full of flowers, without white coverings everywhere.

- We thought about it. - Good.

I am very tired.

Do you want to sit down?

I didn't come from London on foot.

I'm tired of touring the world,

of living during the night at parties with friends.

- I'm not a kid anymore. - I can see that, Excellency.

- What can you see? - That you are tired.

You travel too much.

I feel the need to rest.

You want to go to bed?

No. Yes?

- Vincenzo, have you turned senile? - Yes, Excellency.

No! I haven't turned senile.

I'll go to bed tonight.

Tonight, not now? Why would you go to bed?

- To sleep. - Not now?

No, tonight.

Why would you go now?

Rest means changing my life, enjoying silence,

the tranquility of my home.

Darn it!

Are you going somewhere?

No, Excellency.

- You must go somewhere. - Me?

- How brazen of you! - I don't feel well.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking you wanted to go to your bedroom,

but the room isn't ready yet.

That is why I was doing this.

You're upset for that? Rosalia will take care of it.

- Right, Rosalia. - She's no longer here?

She is! I can't get rid of her. She's always here.

- Then she'll take care of it. - Yes.

Darn it!

- Shall I take this to your room? - Yes.

The coat too?

Why did you say the room wasn't made yet?

It isn't, Excellency.

- There's only one pillow on the bed. - So what?

- You sleep with two. - You can add another one.

Of course, we can add another one.

Let's call Rosalia. That's why she's here.

Yes, of course.

Don't you think?

Vincenzo, what is it?

- I must tell you something. - Say it.

- Something happened. - Say it.

- While we were... - Say it.

If you use that tone, I won't say anything.

You wanted to tell me something. I replied "Say it", but you're quiet.

You repeat, "Say it", I get confused, and can't speak.

Forgive me, Excellency.

- Hello? - Alfonso!

Francesca, it's you!

What a joy it is to hear your voice!

How did you know I was back?

I was cultivating my boredom in the garden and saw you in the taxi.

So, your eyes aren't just beautiful, they're far-sighted.

I would say so. Did you miss me?

- What? - Did you miss me?

Yes.

Tell me about your trip. You went to Saint-Vincent?

No. I did my usual stop in Monte Carlo.

Then I went by Nice.

Paris. The De Lacours kept me there longer than expected.

Yes, I heard you had seen them.

And then the usual month in London.

And here I am.

I'm glad you are back. See you soon.

Soon, Francesca. Soon!

When will you come see me, naughty boy?

I can't wait to embrace you.

See you soon.

Vincenzo, what does all this mean?

Excellency...

It was a moment of weakness.

Good for you! You have a lover, a double life.

Yes... No!

How can you think that?

I love Rosalia. You know that.

And so?

- I'll confess everything. - Go on, speak up.

I didn't want to.

You know with what esteem and devotion I live in your home.

But I was involved in... And at a certain point...

They said, "It'll be alright. Nothing will happen".

They made me, and I gave in, Excellency.

- How many times, son? - Just once.

Get up. I am not a priest!

Look me in the eyes.

- I don't have the courage. - Look at me, from man to man.

What is this mess?

I'm surprised at you. You're a man of the world.

This is not a mess. It's a garter belt.

But don't...

- What happened? - Please. I'll tell you everything.

He arrived.

The prince is here.

Good morning.

- Shall we go? - Let's go.

Bravo! Look what you did.

- You get upset with me? - It's my fault? No.

- I don't know... - You shouldn't have done it.

My little one!

The Prince...

My dear!

Come into your father's arms.

Come.

We missed you very much this time.

- You weren't expecting us, huh? - Gigliola, dear!

Here's Mom.

I am very happy to see you. You're magnificent, my daughter.

Dear! You look wonderful!

Did you take a drive with your friends?

- I'm pleased to meet you, Angela. - So am I, Prince.

- Call me Alfonso. - Thank you, Don Alfonso.

- Glad to have you as my guest, Luis. - Pleased to meet you.

- This is Clarita. - My pleasure.

Angela!

You were very kind to my daughter in Barcelona.

Gigliola told me all about it.

- Luis... - Pleased to meet you.

Angela made a good choice.

You are the ideal fiancé. What a splendid couple!

You're made for each other.

Alfonso, be our host, please.

I haven't seen Gigliola in a long time

and a mother must know what a daughter's thoughts are.

Excuse us.

Did Gigliola show you the weapons' room?

- No. - Please. I'll lead the way.

That is my reign.

- Come in. - Donna Francesca, I...

- I don't know how to thank you. - We are women.

I was afraid when I saw the prince.

Don Alfonso is a dear, old boy.

- Sit down. - Thank you.

You love him, don't you?

Answer.

- Yes, but... - There are no "buts" in love.

- I am very fond of Angela. - So, what's the problem?

She is my best friend.

My best friends have always stole my boyfriends.

And I had many!

Is he still in love with her?

- No. - Good.

Did he convey that?

Good! And you?

Bad!

When he comes back tonight throw your arms around him.

- But how can I? - "Buts" don't exist.

My lies exist, though. He is rich, noble.

What nonsense!

Nobles have always married poor girls with no coat of arms.

Maybe that's why I'm still a spinster.

Let me handle it. Let's think about this evening.

What's going on tonight?

Don Alfonso and I have decided to throw a party.

These walls are beginning to get moldy.

We want to liven things up and take advantage of you young people.

Your friends will be happy, too.

Yes, but...

Do you have clothes?

Come. I'll turn you into the most elegant girl in Naples.

You will look wonderful!

In my family, there's always been the tradition of playing with arms.

For the past 400 years, when a war broke out,

we dove into it. We've been in all of them.

Even the last one! I was in the Greece one.

As an officer, of course.

In times of peace, I have fun with swords.

I like fencing too.

- Then let's fence a bit. - I wouldn't want...

Don't worry about my age.

I'm an invincible sword fencer. I won many trophies.

Luis, you are certainly good, but I bet on Don Alfonso.

- You made the right choice. - Thank you.

In position! Don't be afraid.

Salute. On guard!

Don't be afraid.

Come on!

Excuse me.

We lost, Angela.

The trophy room is over there

with the trophies I won fencing with a sword.

Come.

It's always a great pleasure to return to Naples after a trip.

It's nice to see my friends again.

- This is for you. - Thank you, Don Alfonso.

And this is for us.

This is a wine from our lands. It is my age.

Then it's really old!

- The wine? - Of course, the wine.

- Not me! - What are you saying?

- Hi, Alfonso. - Thank you for coming, Fofò.

- I've heard lots of things. - Excuse me.

Come.

- Did Francesca tell you? - Yes! You are very strange.

You have a daughter and never mentioned it.

At times it happens in life...

- Luis. - Yes?

- I must talk to you. - Me too.

Let's look for a good place.

Good evening.

- My dear! - Hi.

Fofò...

- What a pleasure to see you again. - Always enchanting.

My compliments!

See what a lovely daughter we have?

Of course. With a father like me...

Shall we go?

Let's go.

Luis.

Where are our Spanish friends going?

Please, excuse me for a minute.

Miss, may I have the honor of this dance?

Francesca, may I express all my admiration?

- Thank you. - Gigliola.

May I have this dance?

You two dance.

I must talk to my dear friend Fofò.

I'd love to.

Gigliola, you're a dream.

It is very warm here. Let's go to the garden.

We who lose peace and sleep

never ask ourselves why.

Mouths that do not want kisses

are not these mouths, oh dear!

I call you and you don't answer

in order to spite me.

Let's embrace like this,

soul and heart.

We'll never leave each other,

not even for an hour.

My desire for you

frightens me.

To live with you, always with you

and not die!

Why should we speak

bitter words,

if love can live

with just breathing?

If you also desire

this love,

let's embrace like this,

soul and heart.

Let's embrace like this,

soul and heart.

We'll never leave each other,

not even for an hour.

Why speak

bitter words,

if love can live

with just breathing?

If you also desire

this love,

let's embrace like this,

soul and heart!

I will speak tonight with Angela.

She'll understand. I am sure.

I've already understood.

Luis, luckily we realized in time

the big mistake we would have made if we'd married.

So much the better, right? You will be happy with Gigliola.

Best wishes.

Now can I tell you...

that I love you?

Me too.

I love you.

Gianni!

Do you need me?

Yes, I need just you.

I want you to get your degree in a hurry.

Why?

Would you come and work in Spain?

If you asked me, I would.

Angela!

Clarita! Where are you going?

To the enchantment of this wonderful night.

- Dressed like that? - Yes, in black, like the night.

This is my Neapolitan night.

Then go and have fun. You're right, it's a magic night.

Be quiet.

Gennaro, you scared me.

Feel how my corazon is beating.

But calm down now.

You're in Gennarino's arms, your god of love!

Yes!

Gennaro, my love!

Where did you put the stuff?

I couldn't bring it. There were too many people.

You want to run away without a night gown?

- You really want to kidnap me? - Yes. At least until tomorrow.

- Let's take advantage of the dark. - No, Gennaro.

I am afraid. Feel!

Feel my heart.

I see. I don't want to force anyone.

If you don't have the courage, it's a shame!

I am brave enough to take 100 of these steps.

- Let's go, Gennaro. - Yes, let's go.

- Let's go! - Let's talk first.

- Come on! - Wait a moment.

- I'll go talk to your father. - No!

Let me handle it. Smile and don't worry.

- Let's hope for the best. - He's a real madman.

- No, he has a good heart. - Please!

He's romantic.

- Excuse me for a minute - Of course.

You too, Fofò. Excuse me.

Maternity has its duties.

- What is it? - Luis went to ask for my hand.

So, what are you afraid of?

Come.

- You're afraid he'll say no? - Yes.

No, but he must ask my father.

Better yet!

Asking for it twice will be doubly binding.

He won't be able to back out.

Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

- But when he finds out who I am? - He'll be just as happy.

In fact, he should find out right away.

Go to your home. I will send him to you.

Thank you.

Personally, I've nothing against this marriage.

Gigliola is a dear girl and you are a gentleman.

But you must know...

Luis, dear!

Gigliola told me about you two.

I am very happy. You have my blessing.

Thank you. What were you saying?

- Yes, I... - You were saying something to him?

Me? Congratulations!

- You have his blessing too. - Thanks.

Gigliola is waiting at the little house. She has a lot to tell you.

Thank you. I have no words to express...

Mom!

And...

Dad!

So, we've found another son.

Right.

Let's go now, Francesca. Guests are waiting.

I'm happy, Mom.

How will Luis react when he knows who your father is?

- Mom! - How should he react?

We don't have money, but we are good and honest people.

If he loves her, he'll love us too.

Otherwise, it means that we all made a mistake.

- It's him. Go in there. - Why?

As soon as I've explained everything, I'll call you.

- What are you doing here? - He wants to marry me. I'm happy!

- And Angela? - She knows.

My lovely Gigliola! Give me a kiss.

I feel like I'm in heaven tonight.

Me too, Gianni.

It doesn't seem real.

Am I dreaming?

Go away. Luis is coming.

Luis...

Where is Gigliola?

She's in there, in the arms of her driver.

I can't talk now. I'm in a hurry. But I'll explain later.

- Promise? - I promise.

It must be Luis. Hurry.

Gianni.

- How dare you? - Angela!

Luis wasn't enough for you. Now Gianni too!

Gianni is my brother.

What? Your brother?

We are the gardener's children.

Forgive me. I didn't have the courage to tell you.

- Gianni! - Angela!

- What about Luis? - He left.

- What? - He saw you two embracing.

Let's find him. He is as impetuous as all Spanish men.

They aren't talking anymore.

Maybe they are kissing.

Then I must intervene.

Calm down!

Don't you remember that we did it too?

What's that mean? We did it at your house.

They are doing it under my roof.

You're jealous of your daughter!

Alright. Let's wait.

I didn't know.

I asked if he'd cleared things up with Gigliola and he answered, "Yes, we did."

Where is he now?

He left. He asked for the car to go to Barcelona.

- In the car? - No. A night flight.

You must go to the airport to get the car back.

Don't cry.

Gianni will return with your Luis.

- Take my car. - Thanks, Miss Francesca.

Let's go.

- You go too. - Come on!

Thank you.

What happened?

He didn't want the gardener's daughter?

No. He caught her embracing her driver and ran away.

- Will they make it? - I think so.

They say there is a god for lovers.

A god that you don't know.

I see. You want me to convert.

No, I'd like you to settle down too.

Me too? What do you mean?

They are getting married.

So what?

I should marry too? With who?

Just look around.

I don't see anyone.

Someone is here, but she knows me too well.

Too bad! I'd become fond of the role.

If we want to perform it tonight too...

Tonight, tomorrow...

- Tomorrow? - The day after, always!

But after having said "yes" in front of a priest.

Priest?

Well?

Alright.

Come.

Let's tell our friends. Since they are here.

- A seat on the flight to Barcelona? - Yes. Hurry.

Thanks.

AIRPORT

Is Luis Rodriguez among the passengers?

- I am not informed. - Is there a flight to Barcelona?

Yes. It's leaving now.

Flight 735 for Milan, Barcelona is departing...

That one! Let's go.

- Stop! Where are you going? - We'd like...

We must find someone on the flight to Barcelona.

- It's important. - I'm sorry, but you can't.

The loudspeaker! Where is the transmission office?

First floor.

Please!

TRANSMISSION OFFICE

Very strong winds, over 2,000 meters.

Who let you in?

I must talk to a passenger who is on the Barcelona flight.

- That's not possible. - Please!

My life depends on it, my happiness.

- Sir, your seatbelt, please. - Yes, thank you.

Your attention. Luis Rodriguez, your attention.

There's an important announcement for you.

Speak.

- Go on, speak. - No.

Go on!

Clouds pass in the sky

going towards the sea.

They look like white handkerchiefs

that wave to our love.

God, how much I love you!

It can't be possible

to have such happiness in my arms,

to kiss your lips

that smell like the wind.

We two are in love

as no one else in the world.

God, how much I love you!

I feel like crying.

In all my life...

I've never felt...

such a tender emotion,

such a true feeling.

Who can stop a river flowing to the sea?

Swallows in the sky going towards the sun?

Who can change love,

my love for you?

God, how much I love you!

Such a tender emotion,

such a true feeling!

Who can stop a river flowing to the sea?

Swallows in the sky going towards the sun?

Who can change love,

my love for you?

God, how much I love you!

God, how much I love you!

Luis!

Such a tender emotion,

such a true feeling!

Who can stop a river flowing to the sea?

God, how much I love you!