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Tell me, where do you see yourself in ten years?

Well, on a stage singing.

And what is happiness to you?

BASED ON THE BOOK "MY FUCKING BUSINESS" BY G. NANNINI

Well...

A FILM BY CINZIA TH TORRINI

Well, a room somewhere with a piano, a glass of wine, and...

And a motorcycle parked outside.

And what are you afraid of?

It's my fault.

Madness.

Let's move on to entertainment news.

The Italian Song Festival ended yesterday

with the victory of Domenico Modugno and Johnny Dorelli.

Their "Nel Blu Dipinto di Blu" has already conquered...

...a millionaire...

Look what Daddy bought you.

Do you like it?

No.

Thanks, honey.

Well, she just sings, huh?

Gianna!

Where are you going? No one's playing tennis now.

That's not where I'm going. I'm going to sell this.

Sell it? Are you insane?

Is it mine or not? If I want to sell it, I will.

And if you want me to keep playing tournaments,

you'll buy another one.

Well, at least tell us why.

To pay for my singing lessons. The teacher says I'm off beat.

Gianna, are you all right?

Where have you been?

In Viareggio, at a contest for new voices.

Be quiet, Gianna.

Alessandro, go to bed.

- Now. - Bummer...

Giovanna, go to bed too. I'll deal with her.

Take off that miniskirt.

- What for? - Take it off.

Gianna, this singer thing has to stop.

Actually, it's just begun.

I've always told you.

What? That I'll become a low-life? Like the one you kiss in the car?

- Lower your voice! - I saw you.

I won't tell Mom.

But you will let me work at the bakery in the summer.

- At the bakery? - With full pay.

- And after high school, I'll go to Milan. - To do what in Milan?

You think you're going to be the next Claudio Villa? Or Mina?

I am Gianna, Dad.

That's more than enough.

Beyond the city

In a bar...

"Dear parents, as you know, I can't stand tears and goodbyes.

If I want to do something, I'll do it."

One look and then I don't live here anymore

And I have a rush inside That I can't stop...

"I won't miss you. From now on, I'll only count on myself."

For the blond eyes of boys They competed

A summer ago, a summer away

Sacks on shoulders Fire in the streets

Black and white blood

- That was fun, wasn't it? - Let me fix your tie...

You can't go home like this.

- Shall we say goodbye here? - Thank you. Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

He fell asleep, didn't he?

- What should I do? - I'll take care of it.

Alberto. Wake up, dear, come on. Get to work.

- I'm coming. - Ask him for clean sheets.

- I'm coming. - Or they'll give you crabs here.

- Bye! - Bye!

Janis.

JOPLIN JANIS IN CONCERT

Yes! I can feel it! You got it! Come on!

He's still there

Among the clutter

Hope gathers

But then all of a sudden, I

Goodbye

Good evening. My friend here says you are very good.

Hi.

- Were you the one making the bed creak? - Yeah. It's the only thing I can do.

- I'm Tina. - Gianna.

- Romina. - Gianna.

- Are you on a break? - Mm-hmm.

- Would you like a ricciarello? - Yes, sure.

My dad makes them in Siena.

They're good.

Thank you.

So, what's it like?

It's not a big deal... With the ones who are clean.

With the others, it's not a big deal, but it stinks.

- Do you get off? - Obviously. When we get paid.

That's right.

- You're not famous, are you? - I wish.

See? I told you.

Shit, you sing like the whole world knew about you.

- Meaning? - That it's your destiny, you know?

I don't know. I should do some auditions first.

If I make it, you're right.

If not, my Dad's right.

I really need a piano to get ready, you know?

I can work with you and buy one.

- Welcome then. - Right.

Gianna.

Wake up.

- Hey, wake up! - Hey...

How did you get in?

Different rooms, same key.

So I was sleeping with my door open?

No one steals anything here.

- If anyone's horny, there's us. - True that.

Get up. I have an idea for your piano.

At this time?

Yeah. Get dressed. I'll be downstairs.

What's the title of the song you were singing?

"Goodbye."

Did you write it for someone?

For my first love. He left me for another girl.

That's when I said, "Enough. From now on, I'll be the one who leaves."

It's not like you can decide beforehand.

Why not? You can decide everything beforehand.

- Wait here. I have to calm her down first. - Who is she?

She's like a mother to me.

She found me on the streets. I was thirteen and so high.

She's always taken care of me. Right now, she's angry though.

Why?

I'm a junkie, a prostitute.

- Not really amazing, right? - Well...

Anyway, she'll like you. She's from Florence.

I doubt it then. Florence and Siena are like water and oil.

Hi, Mom.

What do you want?

- How are you doing? - How am I doing?

Isn't it obvious?

Who is she?

A friend of mine.

Will you do me a favor, for her?

- If you want money, no. - No, I swear. It's not about money.

Right, that you earn on your own. And I can see how you spend it.

Look, I'm busy. Tell me what you need...

She needs a piano.

Here it is.

Make sure to put everything back the way it was, or...

- I'm off. I have to work. - Thank you.

Fantasy

A space where I can be myself

Fantasy

Of emotions and disappointments

Believing

Then not believing

And all in all After choosing oneself

Gianna!

- What is it? - My lucky charm.

It's salt.

I don't want it. It's yours.

- You can give it back to me tonight. - Thanks.

Anyway, best of luck.

- Thank you. - Kick ass, okay?

- Kick ass! - I will!

Kick ass!

Nannini Gianna,

born on June 14th, 1954, in Siena.

People like horses in Siena.

Yeah, quite so. But I'm allergic.

I mean, I carry this. Yeah...

You have a pretty face. You also have a nice voice.

We listened to the tapes.

Thank you.

I see that you had a classical education.

Conservatory. Voice and piano.

- You want to be a singer-songwriter? - Yes. Of course.

We have to fix this mess.

No, not my hair, sorry. No, the ha...

Try this on.

With these.

Oh, finally. You really look pretty now.

A singer is not just the voice.

I'm sorry. I can't sing dressed like this.

One of my songs is called "Dead by Self-Inflicted Abortion."

Forget your songs. We'll find those for you from now on.

- What? - Yeah...

Fantasy

Space where I can be myself

Fantasy

Here we are. Go, sweetie. Go on in.

Of emotions and disappointments

Shit, the salt... Fuck!

Believing

Then not believing

Tina!

And all in all After choosing yourself

Now that you're leaving

And you always leave me less alone

Now that you're gone

There'll be another tune

Another truth For those who'll live

Those who will come and see You'll see, they'll live

Now that you're leaving

I quit smoking

And I no longer hold a grudge

For all those things

That I wanted to say

From the beginning, it was snow

It wasn't my fault

We went to the end of the world

But you slipped right into it

And I followed you there

And I sold myself to God

So I wouldn't be far from you

On an inhumane day

Now that you're leaving

Now that you're leaving

Without a real reason

It's a simple misunderstanding

Okay, this is the music

And maybe in some notes it will remain

We're late, you know?

Sorry I kept you waiting.

- Did you get the tickets? - Yes.

Bend your knees. Well done. Good, Gianna. Forget singing, look at that!

JOPLIN JANIS IN CONCERT

Gianna?

We'll come back tomorrow. I have to go to choir.

You sure are weird.

I mean...

A piano, in a toilet, played with eight fingers.

I lost them on the battlefield.

- Here. Are they ready? - Thanks. Yes, they are.

No!

Okay, but I'd like to know why you didn't answer this morning...

As a young girl...

Oh! Eight-Fingers, how are you?

Who are you?

We met at your house two days ago.

Sorry, I don't remember shit.

We didn't fuck, I swear.

Too bad. We could always make up for it.

Okay. I have to go. Bye, Somebody.

Hey, my name is Marc.

No, I prefer Somebody. Bye, Somebody!

- Bye! - Bye.

Three dresses.

Two Greeks.

Two little hats.

- Hi! - Four corsets.

I read you're looking for a musician.

- What's your name? - Gianna.

- Have you already played in clubs? - Sure.

You're from Tuscany. Florence?

Hey, easy with the insults.

Just kidding, I'm from Siena.

You won't be done before 3:00 a.m.

- I never go to sleep before 3:00 a.m. - Okay, let's hear what you can do.

I'll play you one of my songs. I am a singer-songwriter.

Your room, full of flowers

Stop right there. It doesn't work. Say hi to Siena for me

Should the city burn

I'd run, I'd run, I'd run to you

I'd even fight fire to see you again

Should the city burn

I know you'd look for me

Even after our goodbye

I am love

For you

For you

Bravo!

Can I get two beers?

Thank you.

You were great. Let's go somewhere.

- It'd be amazing if... - No, thanks. No. Excuse me!

Enough, Gianna!

Can you tell me where the fuck you were last night?

At home, sick.

Next time, you let me know or you're done.

- Next time. I'm singing now. - Go.

This is a song that I wrote.

It's called "Dead By Self-Inflicted Abortion."

Your room full of flowers

And two knives

Witnessing a ritual Which has no masters

A ritual, the only remedy

To freedoms denied

To broken will

Come on, enough! We get it! Come on, go home!

Time to go home, sweetheart!

Enough!

Enough!

Enough!

Yeah... Thank you!

Come here. Get the fuck out of here and don't ever come back!

Hello?

Dad... it's Gianna.

What time is it?

I'm in Milan. I'm fine.

How are you guys?

Hello?

Hello?

So?

Katia?

What?

Gianna...

Hi.

If you need a piano, you can go in.

No, I don't need a piano, I need an appointment.

I sent a tape, I haven't heard back yet.

My goodness, you lost weight. Are you a junkie too?

No.

No.

I'll get you the appointment, okay? I'll deal with it. Don't worry.

Come here. Go in there and play. Play the piano, Gianna. Go.

I look at you and you know it...

Hi. I have an appointment with Mara Maionchi.

Yes, there's that girl first. You can take a seat. I'll call you.

- Okay. - Thanks.

- You don't like this either? - No, not at all!

Bring me some decent lyrics! At least decent!

Is she always like this?

Prima donna

You might as well not come back. Go.

I don't know, I don't know...

- Who's next? - A girl from Siena I told you about.

- My sister's friend's friend, the one who... - I don't care whose friend she is.

If she sucks, she goes home like everyone else.

Come on, hurry up. Come.

What did you bring? One of your songs?

Yes, it's called "Dead By Self-Inflicted Abortion."

Oh, a cheerful one.

Where's the courage to go on

To give life

Among the ruins

If people can't hear us anymore

Maybe they'll give a paradise

To women like her

And that's what they decided In all this destruction

I'm looking for another direction

But I'm already so far away

Something is burning inside of me Inside of me, inside of me

It twists the soul

What happened What's left now

What am I playing

The bewildered screams

The bitten hands

Did I sing so badly that I made you cry?

What the fuck do you have in here?

One, two, three...

Brothers of Italy, Italy has awakened

With Scipio's helmet...

Gianna, can you hear what a mess it is because of you?

You go off-beat, and everyone follows you.

You can't be in the choir if you don't learn.

Come on. Go home.

Goodbye, teacher.

Guys, let's raise a glass to Gianna's first record!

Awesome, Gianna!

Bravo!

Congratulations!

Cheers!

- Bravo! - You're good!

Thank you.

My imagination expands

Covering his reality

And maybe that told his story

His problems And what he was searching for now

But where was I? Where was I, where was I?

The gray shapes of the past...

Taste this, I brought it.

A farmer from Siena makes it.

They make good wine also in my region.

Yeah? Where are you from?

Apulia.

Apulia? Bari?

Hey! Easy there with the insults.

I'm from Salento, Lecce.

And he would take my hands instead

What do you have? What do you have, what do you have?

It gets more blood flow to the temples.

Your headache will go away.

What do you feel?

Goosebumps.

You're good.

Yes. Asthma, sinusitis, and migraine since I was a kid.

I have a black belt in headaches.

And what are you doing here in Milan?

I'm a singer... sort of.

You?

What?

Hairdresser, sort of.

Oh, sorry.

You know, I don't know if...

it's the joint we smoked or your massage,

but I feel better.

How crazy are you?

Can I call you Eleven?

Why?

Because the first time I saw you was April 11th.

Make love to me...

Make love to me.

Take my breath away, Eleven.

Take my breath away.

Gianna!

Coming!

Gianna!

- Gianna! - Coming!

Come!

- Let's go, come on! - Alessandro.

When Dad's not around, you shouldn't ride your bike.

Let him. He knows more about it than all of us put together.

Hurry up. We'll be late for the tournament.

Hey, go win!

Thirteen years old, thirteen years old

The air around like lead

I remember my face on my fingers

Broken sentences A hundred excuses, professor

To get your hands off me...

This is our secret...

You make me feel good... No!

Stop

What do I have left

When awareness descends

Can I get number 11?

- Eleven. - Let's hope for the best.

Here it is.

Thank you.

It's crazy. You made two albums. You shouldn't be singing in these places.

Hey, you were really great.

Yeah, the ovations swept the square away.

- Where are you going? - For a walk. I need some air.

But it's dark. Come back.

You go to sleep.

I need to be on my fucking own.

Eleven!

It's number eleven! Who has number eleven?

- Bravo. - Bravo!

"I Miei Pensieri," fourteenth.

"Scrivimi Prima Di Dormire," fifteenth.

Gianna Nannini sixteenth, last one. Shit!

Sit down, you're making me seasick.

Do you know why I'm last? Because I'm nowhere to be found.

I checked all the record stores in Milan. I'm not there!

Because you don't sell.

I need time.

How much more fucking time do you need?

- Nobody gave a shit about your records. - The promo sucks. You guys suck!

Calm down, will you?

I've had enough.

Do you want to get rid of me?

Tell me, do you want to get rid of me?

It's not just up to me.

Is it not up to you?

Fuck you. Fuck you both.

Yeah, good. Go home and cry.

- Go sing a bitter song! - Why should I stay here and be insulted?

Gianna, rock is killing it.

If music is your weapon, then use it to fight.

And so I caress my loneliness

And everyone has their own body

And knows what to ask for Ask for, ask for, ask for, ask for

Make love to me

Harder and harder Like it was America

Make love to me

Harder and harder And I am America

If you're driving at 300 km/h, you don't have time to think.

You have to drive with your ass!

You feel the vibrations with your ass.

So if you're heading for a bend, you only need three clues,

your ass, your will, and your heart.

You have to feel, not think. If you feel, maybe you win.

It's true.

You and your races.

Your brother is in Formula Abarth. If he's good, then it's Formula Two.

Shut up, Dad. You'll jinx it. Don't say it.

You're good.

What about you?

- My new record comes out in a month. - Really?

- Yes. - And when can we listen to it?

I'll go get it.

It wouldn't hurt to show some interest.

Mom's right. She's an adult, living her own life.

- I didn't say anything. - Exactly.

This is the cover.

Oh, it's nice.

- Let me see, Giovanna. - What's she holding?

- You're crazy. - Why are you laughing?

Isn't it a rocket?

A rocket? Look closely.

It is a vibrator.

A vibrator?

On the Statue of Liberty?

Don't laugh.

You won't put my name on such filth.

- It's just a record, Dad. - Shut up.

- Danilo... - Stay out of it.

Gianna, make sure you remove it, or I'll do it.

How?

I will find a way!

I did it for people like you.

What do you mean, people like me?

Narrow-minded and a prude.

All appearance and no soul.

I don't know what I have to do with all of you.

Gianna.

If you have nothing to do with us,

get the fuck out.

Go back to Milan!

Go!

Go!

Fuck this.

- A vibrator is a modern thing... - Giovanna!

Gianna!

Gianna!

If you leave, you can never set foot here again.

I do whatever I want.

I will seek I've always told myself, I'll seek

You will find it They always told me, you will find it

She's good.

Very good.

And so I caress my loneliness

Each one has their own body And knows what to ask for

Oh, my God...

Make me dream

She bites her lip And she feels America

Make me fly

He reaches out his hand And touches America

Make love to me

Harder and harder Like it was America

Make love to me

Harder, even harder And I'm America

TO MY 11

This is for you.

Your words are in there, too.

You do this with everyone?

You disappear, you reappear, huh?

No. I only reappear with you. With the others, I just disappear.

Whatever. I can't tonight.

Tomorrow, if you want.

I'm going to Germany tomorrow.

Make love to me.

We are California

We are freedom

Clenched fists in our pockets

Blood, reality

We are California

We are freedom

We are the ones who look at it And it still seems

Still seems like heaven

Bravo!

Here you go.

- Thank you, Gianna. - Bye, thank you.

Why did you come here?

I brought a little surprise.

One for me.

And one for you.

What day is it today?

The sixteenth, why?

Sixteen.

I will call you Sixteen.

- Am I not Somebody anymore? - No. Today you are Sixteen.

I also had an Eleven, but I don't know what happened to her.

Gianna! They want you in Cologne for a TV show. What should I tell them?

Yes!

You want to be famous? Then you have to know your place.

I don't care if it's the most famous German show.

I don't want dancers. I sing with my band or nothing!

That German TV channel is as important as RAI in Italy.

Then German RAI, their director, and their dancers can go fuck themselves.

If you don't go on stage, you pay for your trip back to Milan.

Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

He left.

You treated him like shit.

A photographer who took pictures of Paul McCartney.

You got second place at the Festivalbar, and you think you made it?

I'll tell you a secret, Gianna.

First place is the only winner. No one cares about second places.

Sorry, I'm late. Sorry.

Shut up. Do you know how many I've seen like you?

Exploding and then burning out?

It's none of my business anymore.

I'm leaving Ricordi.

You're in deep shit now.

Go away!

Go away!

I said go away!

Out goes Sixteen, in comes Eleven.

Why did you come to the shop?

Because pain is mandatory.

And suffering is optional.

You said, "I'll call you," and you didn't.

It's not true, I tried once.

You were always busy.

You got yourself a pretty blonde.

Fuck off. You're pretty too, but you don't know it.

Or you wouldn't look for courage in this shit.

I am full of courage.

Oh, yeah? Look at yourself!

No!

No, I'm sorry, Ms. Maionchi is no longer working with us.

Yes, that's right.

Gianna, what is it?

Can you give me David Roger Kranz's number?

- I don't know if I can. He's a VIP. - Yes, I know he is.

I don't give a shit. Mara's gone. I want Kranz's number.

If you don't, I'll take it myself.

Everyone says he's the right one for me!

No, hold on. Gianna.

Gianna, leave it! No! Gianna, you're getting me in trouble.

If they say anything, tell them I threatened you with a knife.

Warm blood, intoxicating perfume Medallions under the T-shirt

Marlon Brando Matters of tango

Medallions under the T-shirt

Would that be me?

Yes, but don't let it get to your head.

Answer that. Tell them that I am not born yet.

You aren't born yet? Fine.

Yes, hello?

She's here, but she says she isn't born yet.

It's that manager who's kept you waiting for a month.

He says he'll take care of your birth.

Hello?

Yes. All right, okay. Thank you.

Cigarettes smoked in a hurry

Eyes searching the decolleté

See Ornella mute Mute, she shuts her mouth for you

While you are changing cars Changing engine

Latin lover Latin lover

Okay.

We have to create a European sound for you.

Let me think...

I may know just the person for you.

- Conny Plank, in Germany. - So we'll work together?

Isn't that what you want?

Yes, but what do I say to Ricordi?

That you'll produce your new record yourself.

You'll make your own music,

and they can get on board when it's time for distribution.

Awesome!

There is one thing though.

We need money to produce the record.

We can borrow some from them.

But if the record doesn't sell, you'll have to give them back.

Are you up for it?

Okay, Mr. Kranz.

Call me Roger David.

COLOGNE

Look at him. Shall we pick him up?

Sure.

- Cologne? - Yeah, Cologne. Get in.

- Thanks! - Hi.

I hate tanks, uniforms, rifles and all that stuff.

Tell me about it!

I just wanted to play hockey,

but in Warsaw, you can't play hockey if you don't enroll in the army.

So, I ran away.

Are you musicians?

Yes. We're going to record an album.

- Conny, where are you? We are here! - Gianna!

Are you Krista?

Hi!

- Stefan! Gianna. - Yes.

- Come inside. - Hi. Let's go.

You have to find your own rock.

Every country has its own rock.

You are Italian.

Mauro Pagani's instruments are Mediterranean.

That's why I wanted him here, to contaminate everything.

Everything contaminated. Let yourself be contaminated.

Let yourself be contaminated, Gianna.

But without losing your identity.

Together we can create a new synthetic kraut metro rock.

The songs you sent me are good,

but they need to be dismantled.

And rebuilt.

Being born again

is better than being born.

Cigarettes smoked in a hurry Eyes searching the decolleté

See Ornella mute...

Recipe from Siena! With tomato sauce, no ketchup.

While you're changing your car Changing motor

Latin lover

Latin lover Latin lover...

Yeah, it's good.

Stay with your photos

Stay with your tricks

Stay on the edge of the night

Stay with your drawings Stay with your twisted stories

On the edge of the night

Pretty baby, pretty baby Don't stay out all alone in the sun

Latin lover

Latin lover

I know "Latin Lover" by heart,

but one song is not enough to make an album.

We are out of time.

We're working well with Conny. Let us breathe!

It is not Conny who pays.

Every day here costs us money, lots of money!

If you don't want me to repeat myself, finish this fucking album.

I'll give you another week.

Nothing more.

The alternative is asking Ricordi for more money.

But you're going this time.

Time is running out.

You... You look towards me

You look towards me You love daydreaming

- You saw... - What's that?

- Where did you come from? - I came to take pictures.

You shouldn't have come. I don't need you.

- You called me. - No, I don't remember that!

- Maybe you were drunk. - Maybe. But I'm sober now.

- I don't want you here. - Why are you doing this?

Because I decide who I want to spend my time with.

Nobody gives a shit about what you decide.

Now you do only what you are told.

Only what you are told.

What's wrong?

Nothing. There's nothing wrong.

It's not true.

If you can't put your feelings into music,

I don't know what we're doing here.

Pavel is leaving soon.

I am leaving tomorrow.

I just wanted to...

thank everyone, you have been like a family.

Poor Stefan, you...

Oh, what a shame.

- Where are you going? - I dreamed about bulls last night.

I'm heading to Spain.

- To Spain? Great. - Nice!

I'm going to the studio. I got an idea.

You who look toward me Saw bulls in your sleep and left Madrid

Stay in my eyes and tell me of mermaids And the deceptions of your dreams

You, European boy

You never lose your path

You who make wild love You always find a way

To go further

You travel with that precarious air You almost look like a poet

Inside your boulevards

You, European boy

You carry your luck around

You meet everyone by chance You won't go back to Warsaw

Because you won't be a soldier

Bravo! That's good.

I'll be right back.

What do you want?

I found the courage.

I don't do coke anymore, but you disappeared.

I disappeared?

Gianna, you're not around. You never were.

I don't want you for me.

I want you for you.

Do you get that?

What should I do?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.

But I am not the solution.

How is it?

Hey! I asked you how it is.

You don't give a fuck about my music.

- No, that's not true. - Yeah, right...

Sing me "Latin Lover."

Fuck, I wrote it for you...

It's not that's...

Shut up! Asshole. Close that window. I can smell gas.

Close the window? I'm smoking, and it's boiling hot.

We all die eventually anyway.

What the fuck are you doing? Look ahead!

Never compromise yourself. You are all you have.

That'll be enough for a while.

That's it?

Never compromise yourself.

You are all you have.

Never compromise yourself. You are all you have.

You have to go more pop.

You have to go to Mike Bongiorno, to Pippo Baudo,

you have to dress differently.

No more leather pants and kraut hairdos.

This stuff doesn't work in Italy. Women play pop.

- I'm not like that. - You'll learn.

Never compromise yourself. You are all you have.

If in Germany you sell 250,000 records,

in Italy, among your people, you must sell a million.

Write me a hit that will rock in Italy.

One hit, Gianna. Or we all go home.

One.

One hit.

Never compromise yourself.

One hit.

If you get any ideas, put them in there.

Sting wrote a whole album while he was sick.

I have already booked the studio.

We won't let an accident stop us.

Wait.

Can you smell it?

What?

Gas. It's getting stronger and stronger.

It doesn't smell like gas in here.

Think of a hit.

Remember that.

One hit.

Or we all go home.

One hit.

One hit.

One hit.

You are late.

You are late!

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, sorry.

I have to go now. Conny will be free in ten minutes.

Go inside, have a coffee, and then join him.

- Go! - Yes.

Are we ready now, yes?

Three, two...

I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me

As from a black abyss It's asking, but why?

Then it screams inside...

Okay, not bad. Shall we do it again?

Oh, yes, sorry. I got it.

No problem. Let's do it again.

I'll do it again.

Okay. Go ahead.

- Go... - Wait, sorry... Go, okay.

Three, two...

I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me

Locked in the ab...

No, sorry...

When you are ready...

again.

I can smell gas!

I can smell gas.

Well, let's see.

I can smell gas.

Can you smell it?

I can't smell anything. I can't.

I'll do it again. Sorry, I'll do it again. I got it.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Okay.

Gianna?

- Yeah. - Three...

Two, one...

I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me

No.

I got the words wrong.

Can you have a look?

Quick. Come on.

Take it easy.

Throw away the ice cream, it's poisoned!

It's poisoned, throw it away!

Gianna.

Are you all right?

Gianna.

- What is it? - Hey!

- What? - I killed it.

What?

- It's dead. - There is nothing there.

- There's nothing there. - No...

Why don't you go to the hotel for a bit and get some rest?

- It's okay. - Are you coming with me? We can fuck?

Take him outside.

No?

Why is everyone moving in slow motion?

- Sit. - Everyone's in slow motion...

- It's okay. - Why are they in slow motion?

- But why? - Don't worry.

It's okay.

It's all good.

Everyone's moving in slow motion.

What are you doing? What are you doing, Gianna?

"On Monday, April 18th, Gianna got up."

- Give me those papers. - "At 9:04 she had breakfast."

- "At 9:13 she played piano, at 10:00..." - Give me!

- "She didn't write anything!" - Give them to me.

"Sometimes she skips lunch."

"In the afternoon at one o'clock she drinks beer."

"Then she eats. She's often tired."

Gianna!

"When we discussed it, Gianna said she doesn't want a family"?

Give me those.

"She wants no ties. Maybe she loves Carla."

- What the fuck is this? Are you a spy? - Nothing.

- You work for Roger. Go away! Asshole! - Calm down.

- Fuck off. Go away! - What the fuck...? Calm down!

Fuck off! Go away!

Think of a hit...

You are late!

- I'll give you another week. - I'm leaving Ricordi.

Fuck off. Go away!

- Gianna! - I do whatever I want.

- One hit. - You're batshit crazy. Crazy!

Or we are done.

Crazy.

Gianna?

Gianna?

Open the door!

Gianna, it's us.

Marc?

- Open up, Gianna. - Marc.

- Open up, please! - Marc... Marc!

- Open up, please! - Marc.

- Gianna! - Marc.

- Wake up, Marc. Marc, wake up! - Open up, please. Open up.

- Marc! - Gianna!

Hey, Marc!

Marc.

Hey, Marc.

Marc, wake up.

Marc, wake up.

Help me... Marc.

Marc won't wake up!

Marc won't wake up. He won't wake up, Marc.

- There's no one there. - No, Marc. Marc.

Marc.

Wake up! Help me.

- I'm coming. Get up, Gianna. - How come... I want to know...

- No... - Get up. Come. Come on.

We're all connected. Call Eleven. She knows everything.

She knows everything. Call Eleven. Marc.

- Gianna, get up, please. - Marc, wake up.

- Gianna! - I can't.

It is my fault...

- It's okay. - We are all connected.

They're bombing everything.

Marc.

- What do we do? - We should take her to the hospital.

You're a witch.

Go away.

- Please. Calm down. - No, leave me. I can't be born.

Calm down, please. Roger's coming now.

It is my fault...

Where are we?

In Germany.

Is Siena still there?

Why not? Why Siena should not be there anymore?

They're bombing everything. They're bombing.

What day is it today?

The 3rd July.

The 3rd?

Carla, Marc and I make three.

Three.

Three times three, nine. A super-perfect number.

But Carla and I make two.

Nine plus two, eleven.

Eleven!

Carla is my Eleven.

She is Eleven.

However, I am Gianna. One.

Gianna is one.

While July...

July is se...

July is seven.

Add seven, three, and one...

Seven, three, one... it's eleven. Eleven. It's always eleven.

Eleven always comes back.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of everything now.

My father is in Germany. Is Marc here? Marc?

Gianna...

Dad? Why are you here?

Sweetheart. My baby girl.

I'll take you home.

Marc is here too. And Marc is coming with me.

Hey.

Come.

- Easy. - Okay.

Come.

Marc.

- Dad... - Yes?

- There's a cat, make it go away! - Where?

- I have asthma, Dad. I can't breathe! - No.

- I have asthma, Dad! - Gianna!

Make it go away!

- Gianna, sweetheart. Gianna. - Dad.

Sweetheart, there's no cat. We need to go to Milan.

- I have asthma. I'll die. Send it away. - I'll send it away. Bad cat, go away!

- No, Dad, there's the cat! Send it away! - No. There're no more cats, Gianna!

I'm doing it for you.

Do you understand?

Marc!

Marc...

Dad...

Gianna, come on. Gianna...

Don't worry, sweetheart. Don't worry.

Listen, will you sing a song to Daddy?

I sing off beat.

She sings off beat...

Right... and if I open my mouth, ants will get in it.

There are no ants, Gianna.

- No? - No.

You sing, and then we'll see.

Sing! Slut.

Sing, bitch, give me a hit!

Sing!

- Sing! - Calm down.

You will come back

I know, you'll come back

And when you

Will be with me

You will find all the things that

And you won't be able to

Leave me anymore

Marc.

Marc... There's my mom.

She mentioned him in the car too.

Let me in, Mom.

- Gianna! - Let me in.

What are you doing?

Let me in. I have to be born.

- Give birth to me. - Gianna!

- Giannina... - Give birth to me. Don't be afraid.

Gianna, get up. What are you doing?

Give birth to me again, Mom.

Giannina, sweetheart...

- Dad... - Tell me, sweetie. Tell me.

Did you bring the flag?

Sure! I brought the flag, didn't I?

- Will you wrap me in the flag? - Of course. I'll wrap you in the flag.

Wrap me in the fla... Dad, why are you crying, Dad?

I'm not. Something got in my eye.

Eleven.

Eleven...

My Eleven.

You're my Eleven.

Just take one.

You know he's only talking bullshit, right?

How the fuck can he say I don't exist, Gianna?

Gianna, I'm right here.

Look at me.

Kiss me.

Touch me, Gianna, I'm here.

Take it.

Don't take that shit.

Don't do it.

Gianna, don't do it.

Don't do it.

I gave her some Xerinax. She needs to take it for at least a week.

It may be a psychotic onset of the hallucinatory type.

She might need to go to a specialized clinic.

To a nuthouse?

We don't call them that anymore.

What if I told you that she took LSD?

Would that change anything?

If the psychotic onset is induced,

she may have a better chance of regression.

Here's what we'll do.

We'll monitor her for the next few weeks, then we'll decide what to do.

I don't want to go to the nuthouse.

You go!

Come, Gianna.

In fact you're not going.

Let me stay here. Let me help her.

I can't play the piano!

Hey... Come on!

If my hands become deformed...

- Hey... - I'm cold.

Let's take a hot bath, come on. You stink.

I'm cold, Mom.

There you go...

Your skin is my skin

It no longer has any color

I am blood in your blood

One single soul

Your story is my story

My eyes are yours

My hour is your hour

The destiny you don't have

Fly, fly, fly, fly My mind is flying

Fly, fly, fly Whoever takes me away

Fly, fly, fly You forgot about me

You don't know me I have just been born

It doesn't matter anymore who I am

I'm like a drop of water

Let me rain on the desert

A single drop of water overflowing

The sea

Contaminated Contaminated

Why did you make up the LSD story with the doctor?

To help you.

You looked for me.

If you love someone, it doesn't matter how long you are apart.

Because you know they're inside you.

I think you carry an army inside.

That's not true!

If Marc doesn't exist, who was I fucking?

I don't know.

I told you, you carry an army inside.

I even wrote a song for him.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Which one?

"Latin Lover."

Sing "America" to me.

No.

Yes, sing it, "America."

I will search I've always told myself, I'll search

Today I stay with myself I'm enough

No one sees me

You inspired me to write "America," you know?

Marc couldn't remember a single word of "Latin Lover."

I mean, not a single one.

It's not right, if you write a song for someone,

and they don't remember the lyrics.

- It can't be. - Hey...

NEVER COMPROMISE YOURSELF YOU ARE ALL YOU HAVE

Conny!

Hi!

Roger says I'm ready. What if I can't do it?

What if I get stuck? If I can't sing anymore?

If my voice doesn't come out?

After what you went through, you won't be afraid of anything.

For people like us, there's only music.

And only music saves us.

I lit a candle for you.

- Ready? - Yes.

Fear does not exist.

For people like us, there's only music.

Were you looking for me?

I'm not sure she can make it.

No. It's too late.

- But she's still vulnerable. - We signed a contract. Period!

You are her friend.

So you go over there and be her friend.

You tell her everything is fine.

Do you understand?

Everything is fine! Just this!

We're ready. Five minutes.

Gianna!

Gianna!

Gianna!

Gianna!

Gianna!

If you don't go out at night, but

You make yourself a sandwich While you watch TV

You too?

You sleep with someone

Who you don't recognize In the light of day

You too?

Bravo!

Do I call you or not? Do I call you or not?

My morale is in the dumps

Will you call me or not? Will you call me or not?

Who knows who will win

This love is a gas chamber

It's a burning building in the city

Love is a thin blade

It's a slow-motion scene

This love is a bomb at the hotel

This love is a feint in the ring

It is a flame exploding in the sky

This love is a poisoned ice cream

GIANNA WINS FESTIVALBAR "FOTOROMANZA" THE WINNER

GIANNA ABOVE ALL TWO GOLD RECORDS FOR FOTOROMANZA

GIANNA NANNINI IS REBORN AND WRITES ONE HIT AFTER ANOTHER

Gianna!

Gianna!

- How's Dad? - Well...

Dad.

Gianna.

You'll come back because

Losing each other is impossible

We are a river of clouds

Where dreams swim

Do you remember...

When I didn't want you to put our last name on the record

because I was ashamed?

If it wasn't for you, now our last name...

would be worth nothing.

My life

Hold me tight to keep on living

It's like diving into a sea of tears

This story that talks about us

You'll come back

And it will be a wonderful day

An acrobatic paradise

Our embrace on the world

I have been wrong so many times in my life, Gianna.

But one thing I did right.

You.

You are my masterpiece.

Hey.

In the vineyard. Over there!

I'm going back to the start, so

I'll turn off the lights And you'll disappear from here

Just a few moments

Beyond this fog

Beyond the storm

There is a long and clear night

It will end

But it's the tenderness

That frightens us

You are in my soul

And I'll leave you there forever

You are in every part of me I feel you coming down

Between each breath and heartbeat

You are in my soul

You are in my soul

In this defenseless space

It all starts with you We don't need a reason why

We are flesh and breath

Drop by drop

Side by side

"...THERE IS ALWAYS AN ALTERNATIVE, DEATH IS MANDATORY BUT AGE IS OPTIONAL."

BEAUTIFUL REBEL

I am a firework A few gigs of memory

A gear that has gone crazy A new trajectory

The moral of the story Is that there is always an alternative

Death is mandatory But age is optional

Nineteen eighty-three

Nineteen eighty-three

I was born without gender Nineteen eighty-three

I am victim and executioner I am light and then darkness

I am light and then darkness

We're just standing here staring

But sometimes the end Is only the beginning

There's always another round More rock 'n' roll

It's our show

Respect the line on judgment day

Sometimes it's the end But you are the beginning

There is always another round Ten thousand watts

It's our show

Every day a drop of poison

We are immune by now

So many vipers on the street

Who would have thought

Every day a drop of poison

Nineteen eighty-three

I was born without gender

Nineteen eighty-three

I am victim and executioner

Nineteen eighty-three

I am light and then darkness

I am a firework A few gigs of memory

A gear that has gone crazy A new trajectory

The moral of the story Is that there is always an alternative

Death is mandatory But age is optional

"...AND I DIDN'T JUST MAKE THIS UP" GIANNA NANNINI

Subtitle translation by: Angelica Lacetera