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Well, you'll have a doctor in the theatre.
Come on, at worst I'll come on the stage and I'll reanimate you.
Okay, see you at nine. Bye.
Do you like Pinter?
- Who? - Pinter.
Tonight there is the première at the theatre of a friend of mine, I'm sure you'll like it.
What? The première or your friend?
- Both of them. - Ah...
Listen, if it's okay with you, I told him that when we'll finish here, we'll go to have an aperitif with them. At least we don't starve.
Eh... maybe I stop first at home, to get changed.
But it's only a secondary theatre! it's not "La Scala"!
I see, but...
No buts. You are beautiful.
And then do you know what they say in Naples?
Who is more beautiful than you, makes herself up.
Would you give this to Teresa?
Yes, but who makes herself up?
I'll explain it to you later. And then you'll sleep at my place tonight, right?
Yes, but don't come that close, if someone sees us...? I stay here. See you later.
Ah, Esther!
Listen, do you call me as soon as you hear something about Laura?
Okay. Bye.
Oh God...
That's the end!
What a disaster!
What's up?
The Miss here doesn't want to be visited and I fear she has a serious wound on her right leg.
I have no wound, I want to go. I'm fine.
Well, we'll decide it.
- I have nothing! How many times I'm supposed to tell you? It's a scratch! - Yes
Now you let us visit you.
- Come one. - I already told you! I'm fine!
Look, if then you don't need anything, even better.
Now stay here quiet here and let us see.
- No! I'm fine! - Come on, stop!
Sit down, calm down.
- When did you do this tattoo? - What do you care?
I care, don't you see that it turned red?
You aren't 18, your mother knows about it?
Listen, I don't want to do the lecture.
You're already doing it! You're not my mother!
Oh, thank goodness I'm not!
Look, disinfect it. I try to reach her mother.
Mascia?
Excuse me, can you search for the parents of the girl?
Marina?
- Yes? - Wait.
Look, don't exaggerate with the mother.
Do you remember how we were at that age? It is not an easy time, right?
I know, Esther, but I don't want to call her mother because of the tattoo. Don't you see how thin she is?
- There is something wrong. - Promise me that you won't do like Forconi.
Who is Forconi?
Forconi was the principal of my school.
He spoke with my father because he was convinced that I had some suspicious dark rings under my eyes.
And you don't know how much time it took to me to convince my dad that I wasn't a junkie!
Try to imagine if Forconi had seen the dark rings under my eyes!
- Don't worry. I'll talk to her. - You promised me, huh!
Okay.
Thanks.
What are you listening to?
No human life to be saved?
No, not today.
And? Will you tell me what you're listening to?
If you really want.
A bit too much heavy metal for my taste.
But I knew a person who loved this music.
Why do you speak with the past? Is this person dead?
No! I have been left.
And what did you do?
I threw all of the CDs out the window.
And then I did what usually people do: you despair,
you cry...
...you don't eat, you don't sleep.
And you're always pissed.
Did you speak with my mother, did you?
She told you about Roberto?
Look, Deborah, you don't have to be a genius to understand it. Or do you want to tell me that "Roby" is the name of your dog?
And what did she say about the tattoo? Because you obviously told her about it, right?
Did you doubt it!
Deborah, your mother is really worried.
She says that you don't eat, you're thin, you vomit in secret.
Look, I'm not anorexic. My mother is convinced of that.
If I don't gorge myself, she says that I fast.
And then I don't vomit voluntarily.
Deborah...
Look, I want to believe you.
But we make now some tests, so we can see how things are.
You told me a lot of ***, right?
The man who left you, the Cds out from the windows...
I never tell ***.
And then I never told that it was a man!
Cool!
In any case I know that you want to talk about it with someone. Maybe not with Terry, but you can speak with me.
Do you know that I didn't think you were so open-minded?
It's strange to me too!
What is strange? That you have fallen in love with a woman?
To me it happens very often. I have even married a woman.
- What a wonderful joke! - It's not a joke. Unfortunately it's real.
Do you know I've never felt like this?
"Like this" how?
So, totally...
It happens to me too very oft to feel...
On the contrary...
Maybe it's because I can't stop thinking of her.
And the most incredible thing is that...
...that she makes me feel really important.
Well, that's great.
Tonight...
...she wants to take me to the theatre with her friends, and I...
...I don't even know what to wear.
That's a real problem.
Oh God, Rocco, please help me.
- What can I do?! - I don't know, find a solution. Do something.
I mean, I don't wont that she feels ashamed of me, do you understand?
Wow!
Am I interrupting?
No, absolutely not.
You were talking about Deborah's test results, weren't you?
- Yes! Yes! Uh... indeed... - Indeed! - Uh, weren't you?
- We were talking... - Right? - The results, yes.
What were you two doing?
No, nothing sinful, huh! Absolutely not. And, in addition, I like... I like...
- Uhm... - What?
No, no! Just to say! We'll see us maybe during the pause.
- Yes. - Mh?
It's a thing between us.
I warn you I'm so jealous.
- Of Rocco? Come on! - Even of Rocco.
Come on... here are Deborah's results.
Come on, Marina, someone could see us.
So what?
In any case we'll... we'll see us later.
Is there something wrong?
I think so.
I don't give a damn.
Don't permit me to use the scooter, lock me in my room, I'm not going to delete the tattoo.
Darling, we'll talk about it later. Now there is something more important.
We need to talk about your eating problems.
Do you want to stop it? I'm neither anorexic nor bulimic.
It's my mother who has never cooked in her life.
It's true, you're not anorexic. You have celiac disease.
- What?! - Don't worry, it's not a fatal disease.
Are you allergic to gluten and then you feel bad every time you eat a food that contains it.
Darling...
...you only need to pay attention to what you eat. Right, Doctor?
Yes, sure, I'll give you a list of foods you can't eat. Bread, pasta, pizza, and then...
Are you kidding?! I live for pizza!
But you can eat it the same, it's sufficient that it's made with a special flour.
I've tasted it, it's not so terrible.
Soon the break will end and I didn't even eat something.
Don't tell me!
After years of fights, union-trade battles, I'm here with you, locked inside a bathroom to be your image consultant. Can you Imagine?
But you have understood the tragedy, or not?
Of course I understood, and in fact this is for you.
- What is that? - Read. It could be useful.
English playwright, director and actor. His "pieces" are consid--
"Piés".
Are considered masterpieces of the theatre of the absurd.
So what?!
"So what"? Tonight, before the theatre, you go out with her friends, you shoot a couple of dates and you knock them down. Okay?
- Are you sure? - Sure!
No, you're very nice, uh...
But it's not enough.
And then we need to think about clothes.
Yes, but look, that's not so important, huh.
My mother always said: "The important thing is not the clothing, rather then how you wear it. The posture!"
Goodbye...
Exactly! Even worse!
Look, if it goes as it is supposed to go...
...you'll offer me a breakfast... at Tiffany's maybe. Mh?
I've always loved you!
Wow... I could be a stylist.
What a chick, oh!!
Are you ready?
Look, we'll come late at the aperitif.
Do you know that I was thinking not to go there. I'm very tired.
But...
...what did you do?
You look stunning.
You seem like Audrey Hepburn.
- The one in the Tiffany movie? - Yes.
Indeed, I intended exactly that.
I can’t leave you at home, we have to go out. I have to show you everyone, we must go out.
No, come on.
Marina, look, these shoes are destroying my feet.
Then, I have so much hairspray on my head that if a pigeon flies down, he'll stick to my head!
Do you want to go home?
Yes.
- Really? - And maybe I got a massage too?
Sure, I massage you.
What a pain!
Do you want to go out without shoes?
Why not?
Sure?
In any case!
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