Scordato (2023) Movie Script
(CHILDREN'S CHOIR)
# You will live in heaven
if you discover what you have #
# Don't you realize that I already love you #
# Life is like this
You when you don't have #
# You want to have more
And after you have you realize that you #
Excuse me.
- What do you want to eat tonight?
- Cutlets.
- I got them.
- Come on! Let's start again.
# la la la #
OTTAVIA: How is it?
- Good.
- Maybe a little salty.
- A little salty, maybe.
I overdid it with the salt because
they say it's an aphrodisiac.
Ah, I didn't know that.
Orlando...
It has already had an effect.
Maybe before we undress
we should touch each other a little.
So shall we get dressed?
No, no. Now...
- Are you okay if we change our name?
- Why?
So, maybe it becomes more exciting.
- But... shall we continue undressing?
- Yes, yes. Let's continue, yes.
- Are you comfortable, Antony?
- Quite comfortable, Cleopatra.
- Wait a minute.
- Yes.
(TOWARDS)
Do you like it?
(VERSE)
Such a sharp pain!
Damn, my back is frozen...
Do you have any painkillers?
- Of course, Antony.
- Thank you, Cleopatra.
- So are we postponing it?
- Eh!
(ALARM CLOCK SOUND)
(ALARM CLOCK SOUND)
BOY: Why do you set the alarm
if you always get up before it goes off?
Just to be safe. It turns off on its own anyway.
- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.
Oh, that's 60!
(ORLANDO NODS)
You said you'd quit at 60.
I said it even at 40 and 50.
Oh! You go in tens... so now
we're talking about 70, if you get there.
There are those who say that sixty is
a really shitty age,
because in the end you are neither
on one side nor the other.
Then there are others who argue that
this is precisely the best age.
-What school of thought do you belong to?
-The one that says you have to mind your own business.
We are in a great mood this morning.
Birthday
is not my favorite day.
But what changes, it's a day like any other,
it's the same as yesterday or the day before yesterday.
And in fact, neither yesterday nor the day before
were my favorite days.
And in fact you have prepared
your tactical canes.
Exact.
And don't you feel ridiculous still smoking
weed at sixty?
- You know what makes me feel ridiculous?
- What?
It takes me an hour to stand
up and stand up straight,
looking around,
hoping no one sees me...
And so we solve it
with painkillers and joints.
And now don't spend half an hour in the bathroom
spreading those few hairs
that are left in your head. It's useless.
(PIANO SOUND)
But what the fuck is wrong with this G sharp...
(PIANO SOUND)
Master? I'm finished.
(GROANS)
Sorry Orlando, but once
you start you can't stop.
- Can I try?
- Sure.
(PIANO SOUND)
- Do you recognize him?
- It's... something... huh...
- Uh...
- No!
Eugenia! Eugenia!
Sorry for interrupting, eh.
Nothing against Rachmaninov's opus eighteen
, but I really have to go.
Era Rachmaninov...
- Nice to meet you, Olga.
- Very nice to meet you, Orlando.
He knows Rachmaninov very well.
Oh yes, I have many musician clients,
especially pianists,
and all with posture problems.
- Posture?
- I'm a physical therapist.
Ah, physiotherapist...
We had a treatment with
Eugenia...
Well, that must be a very pleasant treatment ... it seemed like...
- That we were fucking?
- Well, yeah...
- Did he get excited?
- No! No!
It's not like I was just standing there listening,
absolutely...
EUGENIA: The last four sessions.
- Thank you...
So I leave you to
tame your notes.
(PIANO SOUND)
Orlando! This G sharp
is just barely fading...
But I pulled it a lot...
- Should I play it some more?
- No, that's fine, I feel like playing...
Do you want to listen to a piece
that I was commissioned to write?
- a video game about the Mexican cartel?
- What video game?
A video game where some
Mexican drug traffickers
they kill each other
with other Mexican drug traffickers.
- Oh... and they all die?
- Let's hope not.
Let's hope so.
Everything OK?
- Is he okay?
- Wonderful.
ORLANDO: Are you sure?
- Need something?
- Don't worry, I'm almost done.
Done what?
The treatment I give to Eugenia
is a bit particular,
It requires a lot of energy from me, so I always need about ten minutes afterwards
to realign myself.
And... there you have it!
- Has it... realigned?
- Perfectly.
Good. Then I can go away with peace of mind.
(COMPLAINING)
And what's happening?
May I? Let me take a look, come.
Turn around, turn around. Cross your arms...
So... Very good. Now let yourself go...
(NOISE OF BONES)
Better?
Yes, it seems so.
You spend a lot of time sitting
at the piano, huh?
- Well, I'm a tuner!
- We do the same job,
She tunes pianos,
and I tune pianists.
However, if necessary,
I also tune the tuners.
Until we meet again.
- Orlando!
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Octavia.
- Good morning, Orlando.
- Is the Gemini Hall open?
- Yes, of course.
- You made me come in a hurry...
- I'm sorry to make you work today.
- Why?
- Happy birthday.
Thanks...did you know?
Yes. I read it in your documents.
You were born on the same day
my husband died...
We didn't even have
time to have children...
- Ah.
- Why didn't you have any?
I don't know... fate. Nice puzzle.
- It's my face.
ORLANDO: I see it.
If you want, I'll give it to you for your birthday.
- I'm going.
- I'll walk you.
Listen Orlando, about what
happened the other day,
I mean, we knew it was just
a first experiment, right?
- Sure...
- It could have gone well, but also badly...
Salve.
But did my proposal to have sex seem too bold to you ?
Well... very direct.
Okay... we tried.
So, what's wrong with these pianos?
Yesterday the concert performers came
for the rehearsal,
they say there are some falling notes.
But I tuned them two days ago...
(PIANO SOUND OUT OF TUNE)
- And what is he here?
- Di Fazio... he's always here.
- Di Fazio! But that way you can forget about it.
- Better.
You have to forget
that you are a piano,
just like I'm trying
to forget that I'm a pianist.
we need to establish a new relationship.
- And what do you mean?
- Like...
like more than me having to play him,
he having to play me.
Ah.
- Ah, nice...
- Right?
Continued.
(OUT OF TUNE PIANO SOUND)
So once a week,
you have to tune Di Fazio too.
(CRUNCH OF BONES)
(WOUND)
(CHOIR)
# You will live in heaven if you discover
what you have #
# Don't you realize that
I already love you #
# Life is like this
You want me now #
# Just because
I'm not looking for you #
# But I know it,
but I suffer from it #
# I tell you no #
# Say no #
# Heaven
You will live #
# If you discover
What you have #
# Don't you realize that
I already love you #
# la la la #
# la la la #
OLGA: Well done!
Thanks everyone,
see you next Wednesday, okay?
HI!
OLGA: Ah, and what a pleasure.
- But good evening.
- Good evening.
- Are they all your patients?
- Some yes, some no...
- But is the choir part of the therapy?
- It depends...
but a choir is a therapy in itself.
As a child, I was part of a choir.
Amazing, we used to do this piece too .
- Oh yeah?
- It was beautiful.
And then what happened?
And then... I broke the mold.
Let's go to the study, so
he can tell me something about his life.
And remember, you're the one who forces me
to put you in your underwear, okay?
I'm kidding, but you really have to wear underwear
. Let's go.
(GROANS)
But does she need to realign herself after each therapy ?
No, only when I give something
extra in the treatment.
Well, so I should consider myself
privileged?
Two things: one positive and one negative.
She is evidently capable
of irony, and that's the positive thing.
The negative
is that his back is in pieces.
Come on, don't pay attention to the furniture,
because I'm a recycling fanatic,
You know, give a second chance.
I like ambitious furniture,
who want to relaunch themselves...
look at the presumption of this
kitchen table as it poses as a desk...
Come in.
I have a request that may
seem extravagant, but it isn't...
She has full-length photos of herself in a swimsuit
or underwear
from when he was young?
Well, here at home I don't think so...
Because I'd like to be able to
compare postures...
- Maybe in the village...
- Can't you go and get them?
- Go to the village...
- And what village is it?
- Lauria. Do you know him?
- Lauria...
What's it like from here?
An hour and a half's drive?
- But I don't drive.
- But take a train.
There is no station,
I have to go to Maratea,
renting a car
... It's complicated.
But is it really necessary
to see this photo?
I don't really feel like
going to Lauria.
Listen Orlando, we compose our existences like those pieces of furniture.
that arrive at your home
and you assemble them yourself...
One follows the instructions and assembles them.
However, it can happen at a certain
point that a piece, badly fitted,
over time it causes the furniture to warp...
Here, I
have in front of me a photo of a crooked piece of furniture: her.
So I need to see her,
a photo of her from when he was a boy.
Which would then be the photo of the
original piece of furniture, before it got twisted.
So it would be better for me
to get treatment at Ikea.
Come on, go get this photo and
bring it to me. See you in a week.
Actually, look, come a little while before
we have the proof...
in case she ever feels
like joining a choir again.
- Well? How did it go?
- It hurt like hell.
The road to healing
is paved with suffering.
- But are you at least feeling a little better?
- A little better, yes, look...
It's the first session, that's already something.
- What impression did he make on you?
- Well, a bit of an eccentric type.
The one fixated on energy blocks,
on posture,
he told me I was a crooked piece of furniture.
He wants to see a picture of me in my
twenties in a bathing suit.
- to compare postures.
- Really?
Yes. But at 20 I didn't have
back pain...
But where do I get this photo?
I have to go to Lauria.
Hey! What's the problem?
Let's go and come back.
- I don't feel like it...
- A little exercise!
- But I don't feel like going to Lauria...
- If he asked there must be a reason.
- I don't want to go to Lauria.
- You know what I tell you?
Keep your back pain because
you deserve it. Because you're an idiot!
- You're an idiot!
- Oh! Oh! Watch your mouth,
(in dialect) "your mouth still smells
of milk!" But you go to Lauria!
Did you speak dialect?
You spoke dialect. Yes!
Damn, you told me not to speak
dialect, you were ashamed of the dialect...
But you see how much more authentic you are!
(in dialect)
But let's talk a little in dialect, come on!
Come on!
(SINGS IN DIALECT)
(HE HUMMES IN DIALECT)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Hello Octavia, tell me.
What?
And who hit him with a hammer?
By Fazio?
Did he piss inside the sound box?
And how did he do it, did he get into the car seat?
/ Yes, but have her remove the urine from the
sound box, because it is corrosive.
No...
Well, at first glance I'd say that a
tuning isn't enough.
But what's gotten into Di Fazio?
I do not know.
Di Fazio, what are you doing?
But what's happening to you?
You hammered a piano,
you even pissed in it,
- a very valuable piano.
- But no. They are two different things.
I was protesting it and then I had
a physiological need,
It's not like I could interrupt the protest
to go to the bathroom.
- But who are you protesting against?
- The conservatory.
This idea that
music needs to be taught...
It is music that must teach us.
(INAUDIBLE)
You finally made up your mind.
But where are all these people going?
People are moving, they're not all
like you who are now
a real estate and slowly you are
devaluing like Lauria's houses
that now they throw them at you...
Excuse me? Is that seat free?
Yes.
- Free?
DRIVER: Yes.
Are you together?
- No
no.
And where are you going?
- Lauria.
- Lagonegro.
So let's do this, let's make do.
I'll take you both...
let's do Lagonegro first and then Lauria.
It is best for Lauria first and then Lagonegro.
No, first Lagonegro and then Lauria.
Well, it's on Lauria Street.
First Lauria and then Lagonegro.
But even the rental company said so!
We go to Lagonegro first and then Lauria...
- Be patient.
- No, you have to be patient.
It is much more convenient to go
to Lauria first and then to Lagonegro.
Lagonegro... Lauria.
Lauria or Lagonegro?
That's the question:
whether it is nobler to suffer in the soul
the arrows of an adverse charterer,
or endure 10 extra minutes
on the highway?
There was no need for you to get pissed off...
I know when you need
to get pissed off,
it was a matter of principle.
Asking questions of principle
has always been your strength,
but also your weakness,
if I may.
- Say?
- I say.
- Do you have to say absolutely?
- I came on purpose.
And now? Where do we go?
At the bus station. There must be
one for Lauria, right?
- Buses going to Lauria?
- Eh!
- Are you sure?
- You've never been sure of anything, have you?
There are plenty of buses going
to Lauria, it's really crowded.
But maybe they are only there in the summer.
So let's do a nice thing,
sit down and wait for summer.
MAN: Move! Move!
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Give it to me!
World Champions!
World Champions! World Champions!
(REGRET)
Miss! Come down immediately.
It's not a toy,
it's for the sick.
Excuse me.
- Hey.
- Hey. How are you?
Slowly, slowly, it's still fresh.
- Sorry...
- That you'll get all dirty.
- Wait.
- What are you doing?
I want to be the first
to sign your cast!
Well, but... I mean, what if
someone else wants to sign it?
Why? Who still has to sign it for you?
- Shall we go?
- Yes, I have my backpack over there.
I'll go, you stay here.
We cannot forget the summer of '82 .
There was a view from up there...
And from below? What was the view like?
Come on, it's getting dark.
It's getting dark and no one's around here.
- But let's talk a little. What do you want to talk about?
- Do we really have to talk?
Ask me a question and then I'll talk.
But don't ask me again
if it was really necessary.
climb the human pyramid because,
I repeat,
the accident, that moment made it
sublime...
- Then I don't know what to ask you.
- Ask me why you see me.
- The problem is, I can hear you too.
- Don't joke! Ask me why you see me.
(CAR NOISE)
- A car, oh!
- Watch out, they'll run you over.
Maybe. This way we can make
this moment sublime too.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Where are you headed?
- I'm going to Lagonegro.
Ah... and does it happen to pass through Lauria?
Oh yes. I have to go there
to do a job.
- But first Lauria and then Lagonegro?
- Oh, of course.
- What was I telling you?
- What was he telling me?
No, I was saying, perfect if you can
give me a ride.
- All right, come on up.
- Thanks.
What are they saying in Lagonegro?
What the fuck do I know?
I'm from Potenza. No kidding.
- I'm originally from Lauria.
- Ah...
- My name is Orlando Bevilacqua.
- Pleased to meet you, Filippo Santarsiero.
My pleasure.
Lauria, huh? The women in Lauria are beautiful.
Plus, I've been hitting the area lately.
Oh, and why?
Because my family and I have
supermarkets scattered around
throughout the region. Then I took
over the whole thing .
and I'm modestly making a little
revolution, because I, "compa'"!
I want the supermarket to be "fashionable".
We are doing a complete renovation
, all in an "industrial" style.
But also the staff...
take off those shitty gowns.
Do you have to slice the ham for me?
Okay.
But you have to wear a scarf,
that's how I see it.
You're just a poor idiot.
Now I'm going to Lauria because tomorrow
we're opening a store.
The night before I always go to check
that everything is okay.
Only now I'm having
a little internal conflict, right?
I don't know if you can help me.
Since in Lauria there is someone who
"screws" me, I don't know if before
check and then "nail down",
or first "nail"
and then check.
- What do you think will win?
- But...
"Pa-pam"! "Pa-pam" always wins!
That's how I see it.
Now everyone's obsessed with Matera.
They want to make it the Capital of Culture!
Everyone behind these four
pieces of shit!
Excuse me, but is the oil in Matera?
No! It's in Potenza.
So do we want to follow
our destiny as leaders?
I see Potenza as a little Dubai.
- What the fuck are you talking about!
- All skyscrapers, all computerized,
Air conditioning is bomb,
even on Via Pretorio.
In fact, Potenza has a
truly tropical climate.
And in Potenza, finally, why not,
polygamy is put into practice.
- Oh, sure.
- Do you know what polygamy is?
- I bet... "Pa-pam"!
- "Pa-pam"!
- I knew it, damn it.
- "Pa-pam"!
- "Guaglio'"! You're not right in the head.
- "Pa-pam"! Everywhere!
You're an idiot. Done and finished.
Say: He's an idiot! Tell him! Get pissed!
If you don't take a stand,
you're the idiot. Say: You're a poor idiot.
- Tell him! Tell him!
- Enough!
Is there a problem?
Don't like this prospect?
I should have understood
right away that you were pro-Matera.
You have to come down for me. That's how I see it.
Come on, come on, go, go.
People who meet...
- Again?
- Poor idiot!
But fuck you, go.
Get out there, where you deserve to be.
Shitty Matera.
(SINGS IN DIALECT)
But now that you've freed yourself from
that idiot, how do you feel?
I feel like I'm on foot.
Listen, but frankly, I
think it's going to be tough tonight...
- We sleep here in Castrocucco.
- But there's only the Hotel Ancora there.
Hey! Let's go sleep there, why?
But do you really want to go
to sleep at the Ancora?
No. You're the one who wants it.
It's an inevitable step.
The Amphora?
But wasn't this place called Ancora?
GOALKEEPER: Yes, then the management changed
and they changed their name.
Ah! See?
- I see what?
- No, I was saying... very similar in name.
In fact... so they
only changed one letter on the sign.
Well, just one letter, but
it completely changes the meaning.
What does "ancora" have to do with "anfora"?
That is, I mean the anchor holds
while the amphora contains...
- Excuse me, but what does it matter to you?
- No, it's a matter of principle.
Do you really think you're going to go on this tirade just for a letter ?
If you want to change your name,
change it properly, right?
They probably wanted to change it
for some reason.
Well, I don't know,
maybe because they changed their name
we want to change the history
of this place.
Do you know the history of this place?
Do you know the history of this place?
Yes, I've heard about it.
But honestly, I don't know her.
I've only been working here for a short time.
But I think the owners just wanted to
change one letter to save money.
- So, double room for single use?
- Thanks.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Will you stop walking,
you're making me nervous?
You pretend they're not there.
If I could pretend you weren't there,
I wouldn't be here.
It's amazing how this place feels
simultaneously familiar and foreign to me.
And in both cases
it's not a pleasant feeling.
It should be the same for you, right?
Yes indeed, but I don't want to think about it,
now I want to sleep, goodnight.
Good night.
But know that when
you don't want to think a thought,
he thinks for himself...
or at least with my help.
(POLICE SIRENS)
I'm sorry, sir, but the water
is only still or sparkling.
Okay, we can fix that,
a glass with a third of still water
and two thirds of sparkling wine.
Wait, I 'm getting confused with fractions ...
Is one third much more than two thirds?
But let's do this, I'll bring her
both and she'll mix them.
Coffee, normal?
Can I have it decaffeinated,
or do I have to decaffeinate it myself?
You used to be witty, now you're
only capable of obnoxious humor.
Mother!
What are you doing here?
I had come...
to ask you if I should come
and pick you up on your way back from the station...
Oh, no. I'm running late,
then Rocchino gives me a ride...
Nice to meet you, Rocco Evangelisti,
I understand the embarrassment... but I really love your mother ,
- I have serious intentions.
- Oh well, congratulations... I'm going.
- Can I offer you something?
- No.
Come on, take something,
it looks ugly.
No, I have to go pick up
my sister who's coming back from Rome.
- But do you need money for gas?
- No thanks, I already put it in.
Don't let
your sister drive the car, her driving licence has expired!
- Cow.
- Cow.
- I'll drive.
- No, Ros, don't even think about it.
You know I feel like throwing up
if I don't drive.
Then mom gets pissed at me.
Orla', what's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Orla'...
But nothing,
I stopped by the hotel first.
and there was mom who was
having an intimate relationship with someone.
- Oh yeah?
- A certain Rocco Evangelisti, do you know him?
Of course, he's the owner of the hotel.
- Ah! They were kissing.
- But were they kissing with tongue?
I don't know, Ros, if they were kissing
with tongue, well... they were kissing.
I mean,
maybe they were just saying hello.
Yes, greeting! It was a "kiss, kiss"!
He was also a somewhat strange figure,
precisely from an aesthetic point of view,
I mean, mommy bowed her head,
this one low low...
it looked like she was kissing a baby.
Why? Where is it written
that women have to be shorter, excuse me?
Nowhere, but for harmony,
for a matter of convenience.
But also for mom, sorry, I mean,
she'll end up with a stiff neck.
- Are you saying it's serious?
- I don't know, Orla, let's hope so.
- Listen, can I go a little faster?
- No, Ros, no!
(ACCELERATE)
Here you are.
- And now?
- He leans his head against the window.
ORLANDO BOY: What do you mean...?
- Put it down and close your eyes.
Miss, did you forget
the pot on the stove?
- Don't come any closer.
- Hey, stop!
Take down that scarf!
Identify yourself.
- There's a problem.
CARABINIERE: What problem?
It's just that my brother has been feeling
sick the last few days.
and there is a
strong suspicion that he has AIDS!
AIDS?
What made it this far?
Stop! I said she has to stay still!
- We still don't know exactly how it's transmitted.
- Don't move, stop!
- Anyway, if you want to see the license...
- No! What license?
In fact, take your brother and take him
to the hospital, and hurry up. Come on!
Miss!
But the Maratea hospital
is on the other side.
Yes, but we already come from the hospital
in Maratea,
- We're going to the one in Lagonegro.
- Hurry up then. Go! Go!
ORLANDO BOY: Go slowly.
(THEY SING)
Here we are in Lauria.
Orlando Bevilacqua's native town,
where it is hoped that youth
will pass quickly
to have more time to regret it.
This is where his dreams and aspirations grew , which then,
he chose to go and disappoint in Salerno.
But Orlando is like that, made of
vital impulses that he immediately regrets...
lazy... unfinished!
Because all roads, especially
in the South, lead to incompleteness.
And he got there with the
fast lane reserved for quitters.
In a word we could define him as "a
depressed person who is content to be so",
as he basks in the
state of grace of resignation.
The Silver Boys!
Looking at you now, no one would say
we are the same person.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC IN A ROCK VERSION)
I understand, but I can't.
My mother's getting married today.
I do it, I said I do it.
Okay, now I have to hang up
because I'm out of tokens, I'll call back.
Long live the newlyweds!
ALL: Kiss, kiss!
Giacomina! We have to take
a family photo!
One moment Rocchi', two minutes!
Oh my god, I can't do it all day in heels...
Eh, Rocchino should have worn the heels
, so at least you'd be even.
Cretin!
- Ros, what's up?
- Nothing.
Oh, "nothing." What's this nonsense?
Aren't you happy Mom got married?
Do I have to get a divorce? Huh?
Come here.
You can rest assured, Rocchino will be
up to the task despite his lowliness.
- Hug me.
ROCCHINO: Giacomina? The photograph!
- Holy cow, this Rocchino is a drag.
- Let's come.
Did we like Rocchino?
- What do you remember?
- Well, that we were jealous of Mom.
Well, it's normal, mom was beautiful,
witty, intelligent...
Lauria's first divorcee,
everyone looked at her on the street.
We felt a bit
engaged with mom.
ROSANNA CHILD:
Orla', it's ready!
- Finish setting the table.
- Why do we have to do these things?
So are you an idiot, Orla?
It's as if we don't have a father.
But we have a father.
But it's like we don't have it,
it's gone away.
- I know, but when is he coming back?
- He's not coming back!
Come on, finish setting the table.
- Bye
bye.
- Well, what are we eating?
- Cutlets, Mom,
but I was wrong, yours burned.
- And now what do I eat?
- Bread.
But I smell something
burning coming from there...
- What's up here?
- I don't know.
(together)
Cutlets!
Did you review the poem
for tomorrow's recitation?
- At the bell, Mom...
- Let me hear it.
"I'm just a kid now,
but when I grow up..."
The little finger! Again.
"Now I'm just a child,
but when I grow up,
I'd like to always be close to you.
That's the important thing.
Have you seen how good he is?
WOMAN: Well done!
Beautiful! You did really well.
Did anyone help you write it?
I did almost everything by myself, but
my sister Rosanna helped me a little.
He said I had to do this with my little finger.
Well, then let's call her
on stage too! Come on, come on, Rosanna.
Well done! Well done!
Very beautiful, well done!
Only I only have one crown...
What do we do?
Okay, let's do this,
you each take her one day, okay?
(APPLAUSE)
- Mine was more beautiful!
- Do you want the crown? Do you want this one?
- Here! You poor idiot.
- GIACOMINA: Rosanna!
- CHILDREN: Oh!
- ROSANNA THE CHILD: Come on, it's better.
They are children...
You were a budding poet,
and now you're left with only grass...
Look who's here, Professor Deodato.
He still goes around putting up posters.
- I don't want to meet him.
- Oh, how scary! Move, walk.
Professor,
we're scared, can we go?
- Go, go.
- Let's go.
Walk.
Orlando!
- Professor.
- I want to enjoy this scene.
- When did you arrive?
- This morning...
It's been a while since I've seen you...
- Are you staying, yes?
- No, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
Too bad, because on June 15th we're having
a little celebration for Rocco.
Rocco Scotellaro died at the
age of thirty... poet, writer,
researcher, sociologist,
great grassroots political leader,
socialist mayor of Tricarico,
staunch defender of the rights of an
oppressed and exploited peasant population.
And after all,
he is the father of all of us Lucanians.
And I am really happy
that today we can inaugurate this mural.
Also present here is the deputy mayor,
surveyor Filippo Castelluccio,
who will surely also want to say
a few words on behalf of the entire council.
Please, Deputy Mayor.
Sorry, I want to say something,
I mean, in my opinion it's a shame that
the only place the municipality has granted us
to honor one of the greatest Lucanians
of the post-war period,
It's in a place where
no one passes by. You're welcome.
- Friends,
- (quietly) Calm down!
Let's pretend nothing happened.
This doesn't seem like a bad place to me
... And where were we supposed to do it anyway?
You should have done it in front of the Town Hall,
maybe some of you
would take this as an example!
Sorry! You spoke. Now I'm speaking!
These people from the Communist Party
are a bit overbearing!
Maybe they'd put us all in the gulags
so they could make it rain
- and snow as they please...
- What the fuck are you talking about!
- Are you crazy, Ros?
- Let go of me, Orla'.
Leave me alone!
- Oh! Stay still!
- Let go of me!
BOY ORLANDO: He didn't mean to drop it!
ROSANNA: Poor idiot. Let go of me!
From there on it was all downhill.
And who do we have to thank? Deodato,
the history and philosophy professor,
the one who plagiarized her...
Look at him washing his hands of it!
Look carefully.
But you provoked it!
Professor, you tell the police
he didn't do it on purpose!
But what should I tell him, Orlando,
if it were up to me... You too, though, eh?
DEODATO: 'Orla'.
After your mother's death
I wrote to you several times, I looked for you.
- I need to talk to you.
- Don't you feel like spitting in his face?
I have to go.
- Why didn't you tell him anything?
- Leave me alone...
- But at least do it for Rosanna.
- Rosanna is dead to me!
Okay, then react, let it all out!
Do something!
- What would change?
- You!
You want to change,
otherwise I wouldn't be here!
Otherwise you wouldn't have called me.
Do you understand that, right?
- I didn't call anyone!
- Your shitty life called me...
Your discomfort that called me.
- You have to leave me alone.
- And what kind of peace would this be?
Staying home alone all day
like a mad dog?
You have no friends,
you have become completely unaffectionate.
Your sentimental sphere
is reduced to sexual experiments
which to call rambling is truly
an understatement, like the last one, beautiful mamma mia...
I'd really like to see you with a nice
platinum blonde wig on your head!
But do you realize that you have become
completely anesthetized?
Now do me a fucking favor,
come with me to Deodato
and tell him everything you think.
- Come with me!
- I'm not coming! No!
And then keep killing yourself with weed.
In fact, you know what I tell you,
you really kill.
I don't kill myself with weed!
I read two or three a day at most ...
I don't know how to live, I don't know.
You tell me! You tell me how to live!
What do you want to know? Wait a minute,
But you're the shitty pro-Matera supporter
who goes around asking for rides...
What are you doing? Talking to yourself... are you drunk?
Or are you on drugs?
Do you have a knife there?
No no.
But are you at least feeling okay?
You're just plain plain.
- No, I'm fine...
- Are you sure?
I'm fine, very fine... I'm very well.
Look over there! Big and tall,
he's wandering around like a ghost.
PHILIP:
Let me tell you: life is going badly for you.
I can?
Oh yes... do you want a cigarette?
I'll smoke one too, go on!
Which after a "inchiavardata"
is totally understandable...
I had a "fuck", buddy!
My goodness!
Then this one was a hooligan,
she never left.
You don't seem to be "cool", huh?
But you have to "get it" because life is already a
screwdriver handle,
then if you don't "stick around", you'll understand.
Well, I think I have to go.
That woman, my wife, can't
sleep unless she sees me coming.
I too go "bolting" doors,
doors, but, in the end,
I can only sleep with my wife.
?? Sometimes, I just like the
opposite.
Well, that's how I see it.
I felt a little sorry for you.
Here, go! Take it!
And don't buy drugs,
please.
Well, we saw each other, Matera!
Oh! You've made money,
now you can go wild.
(PIANO SOUND)
(POLICE SIRENS)
Orlando? Are you finished? I have to try.
I can't do it!
I can't do it, I can't do it!
- Orlando! Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Is he leaving?
- Yes, I just stopped by to...
To tune the piano, I guess,
and not stay at the concert?
- No, I have to go... good evening.
- Good evening.
OLGA: Orlando!
Why hasn't he been heard from again?
And then he went to the village to get
that photo of her as a boy?
Yes... I mean, I went
but I didn't take it.
And why?
Look, Olga, I thank you
very much, but let's forget it.
Oh no, wait!
Wait, look at how he walks.
You've gotten much worse,
get yourself checked out.
- I have to go, Olga.
- No, I insist.
And don't be a child,
Orlando. Come with me, come on, let's go.
In short, he went to Lauria to get
that photo and he didn't get it...
Look, he's completely tense.
What is he defending himself from?
Did something happen in the country
that upset you?
I remember he didn't really feel like
going... did he have an argument with anyone?
Yes.
With the one in the photo.
In what sense?
It's been a while since...
I'm talking to the boy I was...
On the contrary...
I see it,
just as I see her right now.
- And now he's here?
- No.
- Is that all you have to tell me?
- Why?
I just confessed to her that I talk... or rather,
I don't 'talk', I live with a ghost.
Technically, it's not a ghost. Because
ghosts are the spirits of the deceased.
Now she, although bruised,
is still alive,
and consequently
his youthful side is still alive.
- And does that seem normal to you?
- Oh God, not exactly normal.
But I
wouldn't recommend electroshock therapy to her,
because it is completely contrary
to my principles.
Rather, tell me, how
long have you been seeing him? When did he appear to you?
BOY ORLANDO:
Orla... Orlando! What are you doing? Wake up!
ORLANDO BOY:
But did you really want to kill yourself?
I saved your life.
But I did it for myself.
Orlando... I asked her when
he first appeared to her.
About a month ago.
- Where is he now?
- I don't know...
but it's better this way.
I really have to see that photo of you as a boy .
She has to go get it,
and maybe I can make it easier for her.
- It's ten euros, ma'am.
- Yes.
- Can I get rid of this note?
- How come?
Well, it represents one of the greatest
humiliations of my life...
- Do you want to talk to me about it?
- No.
- You're welcome.
MACHINE WASHER: Thank you.
- Are you feeling better?
- No.
Very well, then with this
proactive and cheerful spirit,
I suggest you take the coastal road
instead of the highway, is that okay?
- Yes.
- And finally a yes. Here we go...
Excuse me for asking, but do you really have to
have a concert in Maratea tonight?
Why? You don't believe me?
No, it just seems like
too much of a coincidence to me...
I mean, you think
I made up a concert
just to accompany you to
take that photo?
Yes.
But doesn't that seem a bit
presumptuous to you?
It's okay that you are a special case
that interests me a lot,
but from here it's 150 kilometers,
which then on the coast becomes 172,
just to accompany you to take a
photo, which by the way isn't even mine,
- uh, no!
- Uh, sorry.
No, it's just that I don't feel worthy
of all this attention.
Anyway, sorry and thank you very much.
- Does this look like a good piano to you?
- Excellent.
And do you want to give him your blessing?
Maestro Saponara says that you are truly
a very good tuner.
- Did he tell you about the other day too?
- No... What happened?
I couldn't
tune the piano,
I had to call a
colleague of mine... it had never happened to me,
But now there are electronic tuners
, right?
Well... not at certain levels, because every
pianist wants his piano to be
have a brighter, duller voice...
various nuances...
Yes, you can paradoxically say that
the ideal tuning
be a harmonious set
of small detunings.
- And how's your back?
- Well, miraculously...
Yes, but now shall we go to Lauria to take
a look at that blessed photo?
No, come on, let's stay here... it's beautiful.
OLGA: That's true.
Mmm...
ORLANDO: Bad news?
OLGA: No. But you're very different.
Well, there's about
a forty year difference.
Yes, but age has nothing to do with it, eh!
Because there's a rift between you...
What exactly did
you and him argue about?
You treat me normally, but deep down
you think I'm a little unbalanced... right?
- Well...
- And are you having fun?
Yes, I'm enjoying it a little, otherwise
I wouldn't have come all the way here...
- Is this child you?
- Yes.
What is this, an award ceremony?
It's a contest for budding poets
that I did in elementary school.
- Did you win?
- I came in second.
So this is the little girl
who came first?
- She came in second too.
- A tie?
She's my sister.
- Do you want to tell me a little about your sister?
- No.
- Why not? Why, what's your problem?
- I don't feel like talking about it.
- Why don't you like it?
- I don't like it.
And tell her, damn it. But if you don't
tell her, who the fuck are you going to tell?
TV: "The news of the arrest of the two terrorists was released a few hours ago
Antonio De Simone and Rosanna Bevilacqua.
Details from our correspondent.
TV REPORTER: "They were arrested at dawn
after having disappeared without a trace.
for eight days,
Antonio De Simone and Rosanna Bevilacqua,
considered the main perpetrators of the
kidnapping, confinement and killing
of the labor lawyer??
They were hiding in a shelter in the
hills near the mountain of??
The Carabinieri managed
to track them down..."
OLGA:
Were you and your sister very close?
- Sure.
- And where is he now?
She's still in prison. She's never
repented, she's never dissociated herself.
It does not recognize the imperialist state
that judged it.
Since she never cooperated, they didn't
let her come to her mother's funeral.
- And how does he justify himself to you?
- And how should he justify himself?
- I've never spoken to him.
- Exactly.
- I mean, you never went to visit her?
- But she destroyed us.
not only the scandal, the shame,
the country... but also economically...
In Rocchino's hotel they found
some weapons that he had hidden.
They held it under seizure for over
a year, they had to sell it off.
Rocchino died of a broken heart,
my mother couldn't find peace.
And you?
I couldn't live under that hood,
and after a couple of years I left.
Where? What did you do?
Nothing! He started living
on good intentions,
like quitting
smoking... he didn't even succeed at that.
I moved to Salerno,
I went to work in a shop
of musical instruments, they tuned
pianos and I learned too.
- What a shitty endeavor.
- I can live off that endeavor!
- He's back, huh?
- Yes.
- And where is it?
- Here I am.
- Good morning, young Orlando.
- Good morning.
- He says hello.
- Oh! Finally.
- Did he say something?
- Yes. He said that...
which is the first time I've talked
to anyone about my sister.
Have you never talked about this with anyone?
But is the resentment you have towards your sister really that great ?
It's enormous! You could say
his whole soul is filled with resentment.
- Oh, oh.
- Well... there's also a very small space
reserved for cannabis, with which
he tries to forget the resentment,
- but he can't do it!
- Shut up, what are you saying?
What is he saying?
That I'm made of resentment and cannabis...
- Oh! Do you smoke joints regularly?
- Well, one a day.
- No, three, sometimes four...
- But when ever!
- Oh no? You even got to six.
- Six joints in one day?
Yes. Do I have to remind you when?
Tell me,
one day I smoked six joints.
- You're a poor idiot.
- Don't talk bullshit.
- You poor idiot.
- What are you talking about?
Calm down, calm down.
So, I have a proposal.
Since I like to smoke before singing
, I have a joint ready.
If you want, we can smoke it together,
so we can calm down.
With the boy's permission of course.
- Of course I allow it.
- You can imagine if he doesn't give you permission.
Anyway, who started
smoking, me or you?
And who was destroyed, me or you?
Weed or smoke?
"This is the story of a stone, which
split the head on a feast day
to the powerful of the country and his claims,
an idealist launched it
who felt like a communist,
but then chose evil and isolated himself."
- Beautiful.
- Thanks.
- And did you write them together?
- Yes, as children,
It was our fun,
we liked playing with words...
then when we grew up it became
quite a serious thing,
they even wanted to publish them.
This one you read is the last one I
wrote, the day they arrested her.
and I came out of poetry.
You've left poetry, you've left the
chorus... is there anything you've remained within?
What the fuck are you laughing at?
This sideboard is beautiful,
but the door is a shame.
- Hey, he uprooted it.
- It wouldn't open.
Too much weight on these shoulders. People
like you must travel light,
otherwise how would they climb
to the top of the pyramid?
- And in fact I fell.
- They moved.
- You were a nice guy as a boy, huh!
- Yeah, you're not bad either.
- Oh..
- What did I say?
What did he say?
- That he likes you.
- Thanks!
- Tell him I find him very sensual.
- He heard you.
- What do I do, leave you two alone?
- Maybe.
Orlando, look, that sensuality
hasn't been completely lost, eh!
- Well then, "pa-pam"!
- Oh, please!
- What did he say now?
- Nothing... He was quoting an idiot.
No, no, that's enough, I have to get over it.
And tonight I want to make a good impression.
in front of you. Can you lend me your notebook
? I'd like to read them all.
- No.
- Yes.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
(PIANO SOUND)
This morning I woke up with a
song stuck in my head... 'Stormy Weather'...
Do you remember her? The one that goes...
(CANTA "STORMY WEATHER")
I have to confess something to you,
I don't know how to play, but there's a trick
which I intend to reveal to you, yes because when
you play in C, in the range of C,
all white keys are fine,
no matter how you play them, look.
Do you want to try it?
Is it ready? You're welcome.
- It's true, isn't it?
- Absolutely true.
Excellent.
- How was it? Did you like it?
AUDIENCE: Yes.
And so the success of this
experiment gives me the strength
to push a utopia:
I think that each of us
he should be able to play an instrument,
sure, not as well as him,
because you see ladies and gentlemen,
in music, as in life,
the question
is to put the right note in a harmony.
(APPLAUSE)
ORLANDO BOY: Well, what do we do?
- Let it go?
- What?
- Do we let it slide or do we accept the invitation?
- What invitation?
Holy cow, when you do that I'd
punch you in the head...
But you like her, she made you understand
that she likes you... me a little more,
It seems to me that the
situation needs to be looked into further.
Yes, in fact it seemed
quite inviting to me too.
- Ah! I'm starting to see some hope.
- What would you do?
I think he's in the dressing room waiting for you.
I'd go there and knock:
"Yes, who is it?" "I'm the right note
to put in your harmony."
- Are you crazy?
- Why?
Do I go there and tell her
something like that?
- But it's a poetic phrase.
- But it's too allusive.
Well! Perhaps it's time
to hint.
Yes, but that sentence isn't right...
we need a better one.
OLGA: Yes. Who is it?
I am a note in search of harmony.
(OLGA CHUCKS)
That's not allusive enough.
OLGA: One moment, I'm coming.
- Take your time, I'll get it sorted out in the meantime.
- This is beautiful.
Beat it.
Well, I see the concert put you
in a good mood, tell me everything.
Since I'm feeling very musical, I wanted
to ask you if you'd like to have a drink.
Yes, of course, very willingly.
Give me ten minutes while I compose myself.
You know, after the concert, the adrenaline...
I always really want to make love.
Luckily my partner came by
and... we, so to speak, took advantage.
Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you and...
I'm taking this opportunity to...
say hello, I'm going to sleep in Lauria, I
decided I want to stay there for a few days
I actually wanted to ask you if you could give me
back the book of poems,
- because I wanted to reread some of them...
- Yes, of course...
I had
Pierfrancesco read some, do you mind?
Beautiful.
- Thanks.
- Here.
Are you going back on your own then?
Yes... and...
I'm going back on my own, and...
Thanks for everything.
- And hello.
- Hello.
You did it really fast.
(TV NEWS)
"Cuba, a utopia." But didn't you
throw away all of Rosanna's books?
Guard, guard.
Guard.
You understood Leopoldo Deodato...
Even Rosanna was screwing her!
This is it, go on.
DEODATO: "Yes?"
- Is it Professor Deodato?
DEODATO: "Yes, who is it?"
- I'm Orlando.
DEODATO: "Finally."
(DOOR OPENING CLICK)
- Sit down, Orlando.
- I prefer to stand.
I have tried to contact you many times,
but I have always found a wall,
There are things you need to know.
That you were fucking my sister?
That I was fucking your sister?
What are you talking about?
Let's try to
clarify a bit,
- It won't be easy.
- It better be.
First point:
I was not your sister's lover.
Second point: I didn't
push your sister into terrorism.
The armed struggle could not work,
it was too unrealistic,
- but precisely strategically...
- Okay, I understand!
Third point:
what was that book doing in my house?
No, that's point four. Point three:
after the capture, the trial, and the conviction.
of your sister, you emigrated to Salerno,
you hid,
if I may,
a little cowardly...
And on this,
we can't blame him.
Your mother, on the other hand, you knew your mother.
He faced it, he wanted to understand.
He wanted to understand what had driven it .
your sister towards extremism, she
enrolled in the university of the third age,
he began to study history,
especially revolutionary movements,
the history of Communism.
I was her teacher,
and she had gone into a lot of depth,
so much so that when he went to visit
your sister they got very excited
in heated discussions,
I saw it with my own eyes,
because I sometimes accompanied him.
This was the thesis with which she graduated.
Your mother and
I have been very close for the past twenty years.
She was an intelligent, simple woman,
she was beautiful even in death.
The book and the dedication were for her.
We were together.
You and my mother.
Yes.
Yes, and this is the fourth point.
I understand that this is a bit strong for you,
and that's why I left it
for last.
We loved each other.
After Rocchino's death
she was left alone.
I was alone too, we found each other.
She didn't want you to know,
I didn't agree because...
I love you too, and above all
I admired the little boy you were,
light, bright...
those beautiful poems you wrote.
Now I don't know what happened to you,
what you're up to,
but the little I understood through
your mother and what I see...
I don't like.
And on this, too,
we can't blame him.
This thesis is also well written.
Mom has always been a
pretty unpredictable type.
Do you remember when he found out
we were jerking off in the bathroom,
and to cover it up, we told her:
"No, Mom, I'm reviewing my homework.
of science on the direct observation
of the human body."
And she, wonderful:
"Keep going over it,
but hurry up, I have to do the laundry."
Why did the communists tolerate
masturbation?
- Certainly more than the Christian Democrats.
- That's also true.
RADIO: "A magical place, carved in
stone: Matera is the Italian city
designated European Capital
of Culture for 2019."
Yes! Beautiful, comeback!
- And you're not happy?
- Oh, happy now...
Let's say I'm very happy,
but we'll have to see how things go.
To be happy in this moment
You don't need to know how
things will go, just a reason to be there now.
Of course,
Matera capital of culture 2019!
That is... An event of historic significance.
Strong, huh? Strong, strong, strong.
Nicola? Did you hear that?
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture.
And what do I get out of it?
Matera, Capital of Culture 2019!
We must go celebrate.
But yes, what could it be?
Matera, capital of culture!
Well, what can I say? The news has sparked
a lot of interest among the population, huh?
A certain euphoria.
I mean, can it be that no one
ever feels like celebrating?
Well, maybe the news hasn't spread enough .
Oh!
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
- Yes!
- Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
- Oh!
- The view from up there is beautiful, huh?
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
(THUMP)
(AMBULANCE SIREN)
I finished it, Ros.
But think about it, seven hundred thousand liters of water leave this dam every day.
that reach all the way to Taranto.
Isn't it incredible?
Communism should be
like this water.
- That goes all the way to Taranto and stops.
- So are you an idiot, Orla?
Then another dam is built in Taranto,
and yet another in Foggia. And so on.
- Do you understand?
- I understand. Do you want to hear it?
Okay, tell me later,
we have to go now, let's go.
- It's beautiful.
- I don't know Ros, it's just that when we come here,
I have the impression that
something a little touching always comes out of it.
And that's why we come here...
And tell me more?
But this
time, please, can you do it with your finger?
Come on, don't joke!
(ROSANNA LAUGHS)
"Poetry is not like water,
which you can stop in a dam,
there is no embankment,
no pipeline,
the edge is not visible
and it is up to us to take care of it".
But it would be better if instead
of poetry you put Communism.
Oh yes! And then I'll do it to you with my little finger too.
Oh! And stay still, always with these hands!
- So you want to put Communism?
- No.
So everyone goes their own way.
GUARD: Bevilacqua?
- Yes.
Nail.
(BRINGS)
- Cow.
- Cow.
Who's starting?
You start.
You remind me of someone.
You too.
What did you come to do?
I came to forgive you.
To forgive or to ask for forgiveness?
Both.
Have you written more?
Some.
- I can't do it.
- Wait.
Sit down.
Two minutes.
(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)
Before you go, let me sign
this cast.
ORLANDO: "A voice comes from below
and shouts in my ear.
You're old, but it's not too late yet.
Look up, select, distinguish.
Reduce cravings
and wake up some dreams.
Once upon a time you wished you had dynamite
instead of pencils.
Who wrote words,
who did the work of the wind.
And they ended up at the seaside,
raising the level of the game.
But they were of little use,
given the ambition to change things.
Let's pretend we found a thread,
we need a needle and not agony,
to learn the patience of the tailor
who sews clothes and wounds.
I hope a hilarious thought comes to mind
.
Those who make people laugh
at this inconsistency
and for a moment, deceptively,
they make us complete..."
ORLANDO: "A voice comes from below
and shouts in my ear.
You're old, but it's not too late yet.
Look up, select, distinguish.
Reduce cravings
and wake up some dreams.
Once upon a time you wished you had dynamite
instead of pencils.
Who wrote words,
who did the work of the wind.
And they ended up at the seaside,
raising the level of the game.
But they were of little use,
given the ambition to change things.
Let's pretend we found a thread,
we need a needle and not agony,
to learn the patience of the tailor
who sews clothes and wounds.
I hope a hilarious thought comes to mind
.
Those who make people laugh
at this inconsistency
and for a moment, deceptively,
they make us complete..."
# You will live in heaven
if you discover what you have #
# Don't you realize that I already love you #
# Life is like this
You when you don't have #
# You want to have more
And after you have you realize that you #
Excuse me.
- What do you want to eat tonight?
- Cutlets.
- I got them.
- Come on! Let's start again.
# la la la #
OTTAVIA: How is it?
- Good.
- Maybe a little salty.
- A little salty, maybe.
I overdid it with the salt because
they say it's an aphrodisiac.
Ah, I didn't know that.
Orlando...
It has already had an effect.
Maybe before we undress
we should touch each other a little.
So shall we get dressed?
No, no. Now...
- Are you okay if we change our name?
- Why?
So, maybe it becomes more exciting.
- But... shall we continue undressing?
- Yes, yes. Let's continue, yes.
- Are you comfortable, Antony?
- Quite comfortable, Cleopatra.
- Wait a minute.
- Yes.
(TOWARDS)
Do you like it?
(VERSE)
Such a sharp pain!
Damn, my back is frozen...
Do you have any painkillers?
- Of course, Antony.
- Thank you, Cleopatra.
- So are we postponing it?
- Eh!
(ALARM CLOCK SOUND)
(ALARM CLOCK SOUND)
BOY: Why do you set the alarm
if you always get up before it goes off?
Just to be safe. It turns off on its own anyway.
- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.
Oh, that's 60!
(ORLANDO NODS)
You said you'd quit at 60.
I said it even at 40 and 50.
Oh! You go in tens... so now
we're talking about 70, if you get there.
There are those who say that sixty is
a really shitty age,
because in the end you are neither
on one side nor the other.
Then there are others who argue that
this is precisely the best age.
-What school of thought do you belong to?
-The one that says you have to mind your own business.
We are in a great mood this morning.
Birthday
is not my favorite day.
But what changes, it's a day like any other,
it's the same as yesterday or the day before yesterday.
And in fact, neither yesterday nor the day before
were my favorite days.
And in fact you have prepared
your tactical canes.
Exact.
And don't you feel ridiculous still smoking
weed at sixty?
- You know what makes me feel ridiculous?
- What?
It takes me an hour to stand
up and stand up straight,
looking around,
hoping no one sees me...
And so we solve it
with painkillers and joints.
And now don't spend half an hour in the bathroom
spreading those few hairs
that are left in your head. It's useless.
(PIANO SOUND)
But what the fuck is wrong with this G sharp...
(PIANO SOUND)
Master? I'm finished.
(GROANS)
Sorry Orlando, but once
you start you can't stop.
- Can I try?
- Sure.
(PIANO SOUND)
- Do you recognize him?
- It's... something... huh...
- Uh...
- No!
Eugenia! Eugenia!
Sorry for interrupting, eh.
Nothing against Rachmaninov's opus eighteen
, but I really have to go.
Era Rachmaninov...
- Nice to meet you, Olga.
- Very nice to meet you, Orlando.
He knows Rachmaninov very well.
Oh yes, I have many musician clients,
especially pianists,
and all with posture problems.
- Posture?
- I'm a physical therapist.
Ah, physiotherapist...
We had a treatment with
Eugenia...
Well, that must be a very pleasant treatment ... it seemed like...
- That we were fucking?
- Well, yeah...
- Did he get excited?
- No! No!
It's not like I was just standing there listening,
absolutely...
EUGENIA: The last four sessions.
- Thank you...
So I leave you to
tame your notes.
(PIANO SOUND)
Orlando! This G sharp
is just barely fading...
But I pulled it a lot...
- Should I play it some more?
- No, that's fine, I feel like playing...
Do you want to listen to a piece
that I was commissioned to write?
- a video game about the Mexican cartel?
- What video game?
A video game where some
Mexican drug traffickers
they kill each other
with other Mexican drug traffickers.
- Oh... and they all die?
- Let's hope not.
Let's hope so.
Everything OK?
- Is he okay?
- Wonderful.
ORLANDO: Are you sure?
- Need something?
- Don't worry, I'm almost done.
Done what?
The treatment I give to Eugenia
is a bit particular,
It requires a lot of energy from me, so I always need about ten minutes afterwards
to realign myself.
And... there you have it!
- Has it... realigned?
- Perfectly.
Good. Then I can go away with peace of mind.
(COMPLAINING)
And what's happening?
May I? Let me take a look, come.
Turn around, turn around. Cross your arms...
So... Very good. Now let yourself go...
(NOISE OF BONES)
Better?
Yes, it seems so.
You spend a lot of time sitting
at the piano, huh?
- Well, I'm a tuner!
- We do the same job,
She tunes pianos,
and I tune pianists.
However, if necessary,
I also tune the tuners.
Until we meet again.
- Orlando!
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Octavia.
- Good morning, Orlando.
- Is the Gemini Hall open?
- Yes, of course.
- You made me come in a hurry...
- I'm sorry to make you work today.
- Why?
- Happy birthday.
Thanks...did you know?
Yes. I read it in your documents.
You were born on the same day
my husband died...
We didn't even have
time to have children...
- Ah.
- Why didn't you have any?
I don't know... fate. Nice puzzle.
- It's my face.
ORLANDO: I see it.
If you want, I'll give it to you for your birthday.
- I'm going.
- I'll walk you.
Listen Orlando, about what
happened the other day,
I mean, we knew it was just
a first experiment, right?
- Sure...
- It could have gone well, but also badly...
Salve.
But did my proposal to have sex seem too bold to you ?
Well... very direct.
Okay... we tried.
So, what's wrong with these pianos?
Yesterday the concert performers came
for the rehearsal,
they say there are some falling notes.
But I tuned them two days ago...
(PIANO SOUND OUT OF TUNE)
- And what is he here?
- Di Fazio... he's always here.
- Di Fazio! But that way you can forget about it.
- Better.
You have to forget
that you are a piano,
just like I'm trying
to forget that I'm a pianist.
we need to establish a new relationship.
- And what do you mean?
- Like...
like more than me having to play him,
he having to play me.
Ah.
- Ah, nice...
- Right?
Continued.
(OUT OF TUNE PIANO SOUND)
So once a week,
you have to tune Di Fazio too.
(CRUNCH OF BONES)
(WOUND)
(CHOIR)
# You will live in heaven if you discover
what you have #
# Don't you realize that
I already love you #
# Life is like this
You want me now #
# Just because
I'm not looking for you #
# But I know it,
but I suffer from it #
# I tell you no #
# Say no #
# Heaven
You will live #
# If you discover
What you have #
# Don't you realize that
I already love you #
# la la la #
# la la la #
OLGA: Well done!
Thanks everyone,
see you next Wednesday, okay?
HI!
OLGA: Ah, and what a pleasure.
- But good evening.
- Good evening.
- Are they all your patients?
- Some yes, some no...
- But is the choir part of the therapy?
- It depends...
but a choir is a therapy in itself.
As a child, I was part of a choir.
Amazing, we used to do this piece too .
- Oh yeah?
- It was beautiful.
And then what happened?
And then... I broke the mold.
Let's go to the study, so
he can tell me something about his life.
And remember, you're the one who forces me
to put you in your underwear, okay?
I'm kidding, but you really have to wear underwear
. Let's go.
(GROANS)
But does she need to realign herself after each therapy ?
No, only when I give something
extra in the treatment.
Well, so I should consider myself
privileged?
Two things: one positive and one negative.
She is evidently capable
of irony, and that's the positive thing.
The negative
is that his back is in pieces.
Come on, don't pay attention to the furniture,
because I'm a recycling fanatic,
You know, give a second chance.
I like ambitious furniture,
who want to relaunch themselves...
look at the presumption of this
kitchen table as it poses as a desk...
Come in.
I have a request that may
seem extravagant, but it isn't...
She has full-length photos of herself in a swimsuit
or underwear
from when he was young?
Well, here at home I don't think so...
Because I'd like to be able to
compare postures...
- Maybe in the village...
- Can't you go and get them?
- Go to the village...
- And what village is it?
- Lauria. Do you know him?
- Lauria...
What's it like from here?
An hour and a half's drive?
- But I don't drive.
- But take a train.
There is no station,
I have to go to Maratea,
renting a car
... It's complicated.
But is it really necessary
to see this photo?
I don't really feel like
going to Lauria.
Listen Orlando, we compose our existences like those pieces of furniture.
that arrive at your home
and you assemble them yourself...
One follows the instructions and assembles them.
However, it can happen at a certain
point that a piece, badly fitted,
over time it causes the furniture to warp...
Here, I
have in front of me a photo of a crooked piece of furniture: her.
So I need to see her,
a photo of her from when he was a boy.
Which would then be the photo of the
original piece of furniture, before it got twisted.
So it would be better for me
to get treatment at Ikea.
Come on, go get this photo and
bring it to me. See you in a week.
Actually, look, come a little while before
we have the proof...
in case she ever feels
like joining a choir again.
- Well? How did it go?
- It hurt like hell.
The road to healing
is paved with suffering.
- But are you at least feeling a little better?
- A little better, yes, look...
It's the first session, that's already something.
- What impression did he make on you?
- Well, a bit of an eccentric type.
The one fixated on energy blocks,
on posture,
he told me I was a crooked piece of furniture.
He wants to see a picture of me in my
twenties in a bathing suit.
- to compare postures.
- Really?
Yes. But at 20 I didn't have
back pain...
But where do I get this photo?
I have to go to Lauria.
Hey! What's the problem?
Let's go and come back.
- I don't feel like it...
- A little exercise!
- But I don't feel like going to Lauria...
- If he asked there must be a reason.
- I don't want to go to Lauria.
- You know what I tell you?
Keep your back pain because
you deserve it. Because you're an idiot!
- You're an idiot!
- Oh! Oh! Watch your mouth,
(in dialect) "your mouth still smells
of milk!" But you go to Lauria!
Did you speak dialect?
You spoke dialect. Yes!
Damn, you told me not to speak
dialect, you were ashamed of the dialect...
But you see how much more authentic you are!
(in dialect)
But let's talk a little in dialect, come on!
Come on!
(SINGS IN DIALECT)
(HE HUMMES IN DIALECT)
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Hello Octavia, tell me.
What?
And who hit him with a hammer?
By Fazio?
Did he piss inside the sound box?
And how did he do it, did he get into the car seat?
/ Yes, but have her remove the urine from the
sound box, because it is corrosive.
No...
Well, at first glance I'd say that a
tuning isn't enough.
But what's gotten into Di Fazio?
I do not know.
Di Fazio, what are you doing?
But what's happening to you?
You hammered a piano,
you even pissed in it,
- a very valuable piano.
- But no. They are two different things.
I was protesting it and then I had
a physiological need,
It's not like I could interrupt the protest
to go to the bathroom.
- But who are you protesting against?
- The conservatory.
This idea that
music needs to be taught...
It is music that must teach us.
(INAUDIBLE)
You finally made up your mind.
But where are all these people going?
People are moving, they're not all
like you who are now
a real estate and slowly you are
devaluing like Lauria's houses
that now they throw them at you...
Excuse me? Is that seat free?
Yes.
- Free?
DRIVER: Yes.
Are you together?
- No
no.
And where are you going?
- Lauria.
- Lagonegro.
So let's do this, let's make do.
I'll take you both...
let's do Lagonegro first and then Lauria.
It is best for Lauria first and then Lagonegro.
No, first Lagonegro and then Lauria.
Well, it's on Lauria Street.
First Lauria and then Lagonegro.
But even the rental company said so!
We go to Lagonegro first and then Lauria...
- Be patient.
- No, you have to be patient.
It is much more convenient to go
to Lauria first and then to Lagonegro.
Lagonegro... Lauria.
Lauria or Lagonegro?
That's the question:
whether it is nobler to suffer in the soul
the arrows of an adverse charterer,
or endure 10 extra minutes
on the highway?
There was no need for you to get pissed off...
I know when you need
to get pissed off,
it was a matter of principle.
Asking questions of principle
has always been your strength,
but also your weakness,
if I may.
- Say?
- I say.
- Do you have to say absolutely?
- I came on purpose.
And now? Where do we go?
At the bus station. There must be
one for Lauria, right?
- Buses going to Lauria?
- Eh!
- Are you sure?
- You've never been sure of anything, have you?
There are plenty of buses going
to Lauria, it's really crowded.
But maybe they are only there in the summer.
So let's do a nice thing,
sit down and wait for summer.
MAN: Move! Move!
I'm coming! I'm coming!
Give it to me!
World Champions!
World Champions! World Champions!
(REGRET)
Miss! Come down immediately.
It's not a toy,
it's for the sick.
Excuse me.
- Hey.
- Hey. How are you?
Slowly, slowly, it's still fresh.
- Sorry...
- That you'll get all dirty.
- Wait.
- What are you doing?
I want to be the first
to sign your cast!
Well, but... I mean, what if
someone else wants to sign it?
Why? Who still has to sign it for you?
- Shall we go?
- Yes, I have my backpack over there.
I'll go, you stay here.
We cannot forget the summer of '82 .
There was a view from up there...
And from below? What was the view like?
Come on, it's getting dark.
It's getting dark and no one's around here.
- But let's talk a little. What do you want to talk about?
- Do we really have to talk?
Ask me a question and then I'll talk.
But don't ask me again
if it was really necessary.
climb the human pyramid because,
I repeat,
the accident, that moment made it
sublime...
- Then I don't know what to ask you.
- Ask me why you see me.
- The problem is, I can hear you too.
- Don't joke! Ask me why you see me.
(CAR NOISE)
- A car, oh!
- Watch out, they'll run you over.
Maybe. This way we can make
this moment sublime too.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Where are you headed?
- I'm going to Lagonegro.
Ah... and does it happen to pass through Lauria?
Oh yes. I have to go there
to do a job.
- But first Lauria and then Lagonegro?
- Oh, of course.
- What was I telling you?
- What was he telling me?
No, I was saying, perfect if you can
give me a ride.
- All right, come on up.
- Thanks.
What are they saying in Lagonegro?
What the fuck do I know?
I'm from Potenza. No kidding.
- I'm originally from Lauria.
- Ah...
- My name is Orlando Bevilacqua.
- Pleased to meet you, Filippo Santarsiero.
My pleasure.
Lauria, huh? The women in Lauria are beautiful.
Plus, I've been hitting the area lately.
Oh, and why?
Because my family and I have
supermarkets scattered around
throughout the region. Then I took
over the whole thing .
and I'm modestly making a little
revolution, because I, "compa'"!
I want the supermarket to be "fashionable".
We are doing a complete renovation
, all in an "industrial" style.
But also the staff...
take off those shitty gowns.
Do you have to slice the ham for me?
Okay.
But you have to wear a scarf,
that's how I see it.
You're just a poor idiot.
Now I'm going to Lauria because tomorrow
we're opening a store.
The night before I always go to check
that everything is okay.
Only now I'm having
a little internal conflict, right?
I don't know if you can help me.
Since in Lauria there is someone who
"screws" me, I don't know if before
check and then "nail down",
or first "nail"
and then check.
- What do you think will win?
- But...
"Pa-pam"! "Pa-pam" always wins!
That's how I see it.
Now everyone's obsessed with Matera.
They want to make it the Capital of Culture!
Everyone behind these four
pieces of shit!
Excuse me, but is the oil in Matera?
No! It's in Potenza.
So do we want to follow
our destiny as leaders?
I see Potenza as a little Dubai.
- What the fuck are you talking about!
- All skyscrapers, all computerized,
Air conditioning is bomb,
even on Via Pretorio.
In fact, Potenza has a
truly tropical climate.
And in Potenza, finally, why not,
polygamy is put into practice.
- Oh, sure.
- Do you know what polygamy is?
- I bet... "Pa-pam"!
- "Pa-pam"!
- I knew it, damn it.
- "Pa-pam"!
- "Guaglio'"! You're not right in the head.
- "Pa-pam"! Everywhere!
You're an idiot. Done and finished.
Say: He's an idiot! Tell him! Get pissed!
If you don't take a stand,
you're the idiot. Say: You're a poor idiot.
- Tell him! Tell him!
- Enough!
Is there a problem?
Don't like this prospect?
I should have understood
right away that you were pro-Matera.
You have to come down for me. That's how I see it.
Come on, come on, go, go.
People who meet...
- Again?
- Poor idiot!
But fuck you, go.
Get out there, where you deserve to be.
Shitty Matera.
(SINGS IN DIALECT)
But now that you've freed yourself from
that idiot, how do you feel?
I feel like I'm on foot.
Listen, but frankly, I
think it's going to be tough tonight...
- We sleep here in Castrocucco.
- But there's only the Hotel Ancora there.
Hey! Let's go sleep there, why?
But do you really want to go
to sleep at the Ancora?
No. You're the one who wants it.
It's an inevitable step.
The Amphora?
But wasn't this place called Ancora?
GOALKEEPER: Yes, then the management changed
and they changed their name.
Ah! See?
- I see what?
- No, I was saying... very similar in name.
In fact... so they
only changed one letter on the sign.
Well, just one letter, but
it completely changes the meaning.
What does "ancora" have to do with "anfora"?
That is, I mean the anchor holds
while the amphora contains...
- Excuse me, but what does it matter to you?
- No, it's a matter of principle.
Do you really think you're going to go on this tirade just for a letter ?
If you want to change your name,
change it properly, right?
They probably wanted to change it
for some reason.
Well, I don't know,
maybe because they changed their name
we want to change the history
of this place.
Do you know the history of this place?
Do you know the history of this place?
Yes, I've heard about it.
But honestly, I don't know her.
I've only been working here for a short time.
But I think the owners just wanted to
change one letter to save money.
- So, double room for single use?
- Thanks.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Will you stop walking,
you're making me nervous?
You pretend they're not there.
If I could pretend you weren't there,
I wouldn't be here.
It's amazing how this place feels
simultaneously familiar and foreign to me.
And in both cases
it's not a pleasant feeling.
It should be the same for you, right?
Yes indeed, but I don't want to think about it,
now I want to sleep, goodnight.
Good night.
But know that when
you don't want to think a thought,
he thinks for himself...
or at least with my help.
(POLICE SIRENS)
I'm sorry, sir, but the water
is only still or sparkling.
Okay, we can fix that,
a glass with a third of still water
and two thirds of sparkling wine.
Wait, I 'm getting confused with fractions ...
Is one third much more than two thirds?
But let's do this, I'll bring her
both and she'll mix them.
Coffee, normal?
Can I have it decaffeinated,
or do I have to decaffeinate it myself?
You used to be witty, now you're
only capable of obnoxious humor.
Mother!
What are you doing here?
I had come...
to ask you if I should come
and pick you up on your way back from the station...
Oh, no. I'm running late,
then Rocchino gives me a ride...
Nice to meet you, Rocco Evangelisti,
I understand the embarrassment... but I really love your mother ,
- I have serious intentions.
- Oh well, congratulations... I'm going.
- Can I offer you something?
- No.
Come on, take something,
it looks ugly.
No, I have to go pick up
my sister who's coming back from Rome.
- But do you need money for gas?
- No thanks, I already put it in.
Don't let
your sister drive the car, her driving licence has expired!
- Cow.
- Cow.
- I'll drive.
- No, Ros, don't even think about it.
You know I feel like throwing up
if I don't drive.
Then mom gets pissed at me.
Orla', what's wrong?
- Nothing.
- Orla'...
But nothing,
I stopped by the hotel first.
and there was mom who was
having an intimate relationship with someone.
- Oh yeah?
- A certain Rocco Evangelisti, do you know him?
Of course, he's the owner of the hotel.
- Ah! They were kissing.
- But were they kissing with tongue?
I don't know, Ros, if they were kissing
with tongue, well... they were kissing.
I mean,
maybe they were just saying hello.
Yes, greeting! It was a "kiss, kiss"!
He was also a somewhat strange figure,
precisely from an aesthetic point of view,
I mean, mommy bowed her head,
this one low low...
it looked like she was kissing a baby.
Why? Where is it written
that women have to be shorter, excuse me?
Nowhere, but for harmony,
for a matter of convenience.
But also for mom, sorry, I mean,
she'll end up with a stiff neck.
- Are you saying it's serious?
- I don't know, Orla, let's hope so.
- Listen, can I go a little faster?
- No, Ros, no!
(ACCELERATE)
Here you are.
- And now?
- He leans his head against the window.
ORLANDO BOY: What do you mean...?
- Put it down and close your eyes.
Miss, did you forget
the pot on the stove?
- Don't come any closer.
- Hey, stop!
Take down that scarf!
Identify yourself.
- There's a problem.
CARABINIERE: What problem?
It's just that my brother has been feeling
sick the last few days.
and there is a
strong suspicion that he has AIDS!
AIDS?
What made it this far?
Stop! I said she has to stay still!
- We still don't know exactly how it's transmitted.
- Don't move, stop!
- Anyway, if you want to see the license...
- No! What license?
In fact, take your brother and take him
to the hospital, and hurry up. Come on!
Miss!
But the Maratea hospital
is on the other side.
Yes, but we already come from the hospital
in Maratea,
- We're going to the one in Lagonegro.
- Hurry up then. Go! Go!
ORLANDO BOY: Go slowly.
(THEY SING)
Here we are in Lauria.
Orlando Bevilacqua's native town,
where it is hoped that youth
will pass quickly
to have more time to regret it.
This is where his dreams and aspirations grew , which then,
he chose to go and disappoint in Salerno.
But Orlando is like that, made of
vital impulses that he immediately regrets...
lazy... unfinished!
Because all roads, especially
in the South, lead to incompleteness.
And he got there with the
fast lane reserved for quitters.
In a word we could define him as "a
depressed person who is content to be so",
as he basks in the
state of grace of resignation.
The Silver Boys!
Looking at you now, no one would say
we are the same person.
(CLASSICAL MUSIC IN A ROCK VERSION)
I understand, but I can't.
My mother's getting married today.
I do it, I said I do it.
Okay, now I have to hang up
because I'm out of tokens, I'll call back.
Long live the newlyweds!
ALL: Kiss, kiss!
Giacomina! We have to take
a family photo!
One moment Rocchi', two minutes!
Oh my god, I can't do it all day in heels...
Eh, Rocchino should have worn the heels
, so at least you'd be even.
Cretin!
- Ros, what's up?
- Nothing.
Oh, "nothing." What's this nonsense?
Aren't you happy Mom got married?
Do I have to get a divorce? Huh?
Come here.
You can rest assured, Rocchino will be
up to the task despite his lowliness.
- Hug me.
ROCCHINO: Giacomina? The photograph!
- Holy cow, this Rocchino is a drag.
- Let's come.
Did we like Rocchino?
- What do you remember?
- Well, that we were jealous of Mom.
Well, it's normal, mom was beautiful,
witty, intelligent...
Lauria's first divorcee,
everyone looked at her on the street.
We felt a bit
engaged with mom.
ROSANNA CHILD:
Orla', it's ready!
- Finish setting the table.
- Why do we have to do these things?
So are you an idiot, Orla?
It's as if we don't have a father.
But we have a father.
But it's like we don't have it,
it's gone away.
- I know, but when is he coming back?
- He's not coming back!
Come on, finish setting the table.
- Bye
bye.
- Well, what are we eating?
- Cutlets, Mom,
but I was wrong, yours burned.
- And now what do I eat?
- Bread.
But I smell something
burning coming from there...
- What's up here?
- I don't know.
(together)
Cutlets!
Did you review the poem
for tomorrow's recitation?
- At the bell, Mom...
- Let me hear it.
"I'm just a kid now,
but when I grow up..."
The little finger! Again.
"Now I'm just a child,
but when I grow up,
I'd like to always be close to you.
That's the important thing.
Have you seen how good he is?
WOMAN: Well done!
Beautiful! You did really well.
Did anyone help you write it?
I did almost everything by myself, but
my sister Rosanna helped me a little.
He said I had to do this with my little finger.
Well, then let's call her
on stage too! Come on, come on, Rosanna.
Well done! Well done!
Very beautiful, well done!
Only I only have one crown...
What do we do?
Okay, let's do this,
you each take her one day, okay?
(APPLAUSE)
- Mine was more beautiful!
- Do you want the crown? Do you want this one?
- Here! You poor idiot.
- GIACOMINA: Rosanna!
- CHILDREN: Oh!
- ROSANNA THE CHILD: Come on, it's better.
They are children...
You were a budding poet,
and now you're left with only grass...
Look who's here, Professor Deodato.
He still goes around putting up posters.
- I don't want to meet him.
- Oh, how scary! Move, walk.
Professor,
we're scared, can we go?
- Go, go.
- Let's go.
Walk.
Orlando!
- Professor.
- I want to enjoy this scene.
- When did you arrive?
- This morning...
It's been a while since I've seen you...
- Are you staying, yes?
- No, I'm leaving tomorrow morning.
Too bad, because on June 15th we're having
a little celebration for Rocco.
Rocco Scotellaro died at the
age of thirty... poet, writer,
researcher, sociologist,
great grassroots political leader,
socialist mayor of Tricarico,
staunch defender of the rights of an
oppressed and exploited peasant population.
And after all,
he is the father of all of us Lucanians.
And I am really happy
that today we can inaugurate this mural.
Also present here is the deputy mayor,
surveyor Filippo Castelluccio,
who will surely also want to say
a few words on behalf of the entire council.
Please, Deputy Mayor.
Sorry, I want to say something,
I mean, in my opinion it's a shame that
the only place the municipality has granted us
to honor one of the greatest Lucanians
of the post-war period,
It's in a place where
no one passes by. You're welcome.
- Friends,
- (quietly) Calm down!
Let's pretend nothing happened.
This doesn't seem like a bad place to me
... And where were we supposed to do it anyway?
You should have done it in front of the Town Hall,
maybe some of you
would take this as an example!
Sorry! You spoke. Now I'm speaking!
These people from the Communist Party
are a bit overbearing!
Maybe they'd put us all in the gulags
so they could make it rain
- and snow as they please...
- What the fuck are you talking about!
- Are you crazy, Ros?
- Let go of me, Orla'.
Leave me alone!
- Oh! Stay still!
- Let go of me!
BOY ORLANDO: He didn't mean to drop it!
ROSANNA: Poor idiot. Let go of me!
From there on it was all downhill.
And who do we have to thank? Deodato,
the history and philosophy professor,
the one who plagiarized her...
Look at him washing his hands of it!
Look carefully.
But you provoked it!
Professor, you tell the police
he didn't do it on purpose!
But what should I tell him, Orlando,
if it were up to me... You too, though, eh?
DEODATO: 'Orla'.
After your mother's death
I wrote to you several times, I looked for you.
- I need to talk to you.
- Don't you feel like spitting in his face?
I have to go.
- Why didn't you tell him anything?
- Leave me alone...
- But at least do it for Rosanna.
- Rosanna is dead to me!
Okay, then react, let it all out!
Do something!
- What would change?
- You!
You want to change,
otherwise I wouldn't be here!
Otherwise you wouldn't have called me.
Do you understand that, right?
- I didn't call anyone!
- Your shitty life called me...
Your discomfort that called me.
- You have to leave me alone.
- And what kind of peace would this be?
Staying home alone all day
like a mad dog?
You have no friends,
you have become completely unaffectionate.
Your sentimental sphere
is reduced to sexual experiments
which to call rambling is truly
an understatement, like the last one, beautiful mamma mia...
I'd really like to see you with a nice
platinum blonde wig on your head!
But do you realize that you have become
completely anesthetized?
Now do me a fucking favor,
come with me to Deodato
and tell him everything you think.
- Come with me!
- I'm not coming! No!
And then keep killing yourself with weed.
In fact, you know what I tell you,
you really kill.
I don't kill myself with weed!
I read two or three a day at most ...
I don't know how to live, I don't know.
You tell me! You tell me how to live!
What do you want to know? Wait a minute,
But you're the shitty pro-Matera supporter
who goes around asking for rides...
What are you doing? Talking to yourself... are you drunk?
Or are you on drugs?
Do you have a knife there?
No no.
But are you at least feeling okay?
You're just plain plain.
- No, I'm fine...
- Are you sure?
I'm fine, very fine... I'm very well.
Look over there! Big and tall,
he's wandering around like a ghost.
PHILIP:
Let me tell you: life is going badly for you.
I can?
Oh yes... do you want a cigarette?
I'll smoke one too, go on!
Which after a "inchiavardata"
is totally understandable...
I had a "fuck", buddy!
My goodness!
Then this one was a hooligan,
she never left.
You don't seem to be "cool", huh?
But you have to "get it" because life is already a
screwdriver handle,
then if you don't "stick around", you'll understand.
Well, I think I have to go.
That woman, my wife, can't
sleep unless she sees me coming.
I too go "bolting" doors,
doors, but, in the end,
I can only sleep with my wife.
?? Sometimes, I just like the
opposite.
Well, that's how I see it.
I felt a little sorry for you.
Here, go! Take it!
And don't buy drugs,
please.
Well, we saw each other, Matera!
Oh! You've made money,
now you can go wild.
(PIANO SOUND)
(POLICE SIRENS)
Orlando? Are you finished? I have to try.
I can't do it!
I can't do it, I can't do it!
- Orlando! Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Is he leaving?
- Yes, I just stopped by to...
To tune the piano, I guess,
and not stay at the concert?
- No, I have to go... good evening.
- Good evening.
OLGA: Orlando!
Why hasn't he been heard from again?
And then he went to the village to get
that photo of her as a boy?
Yes... I mean, I went
but I didn't take it.
And why?
Look, Olga, I thank you
very much, but let's forget it.
Oh no, wait!
Wait, look at how he walks.
You've gotten much worse,
get yourself checked out.
- I have to go, Olga.
- No, I insist.
And don't be a child,
Orlando. Come with me, come on, let's go.
In short, he went to Lauria to get
that photo and he didn't get it...
Look, he's completely tense.
What is he defending himself from?
Did something happen in the country
that upset you?
I remember he didn't really feel like
going... did he have an argument with anyone?
Yes.
With the one in the photo.
In what sense?
It's been a while since...
I'm talking to the boy I was...
On the contrary...
I see it,
just as I see her right now.
- And now he's here?
- No.
- Is that all you have to tell me?
- Why?
I just confessed to her that I talk... or rather,
I don't 'talk', I live with a ghost.
Technically, it's not a ghost. Because
ghosts are the spirits of the deceased.
Now she, although bruised,
is still alive,
and consequently
his youthful side is still alive.
- And does that seem normal to you?
- Oh God, not exactly normal.
But I
wouldn't recommend electroshock therapy to her,
because it is completely contrary
to my principles.
Rather, tell me, how
long have you been seeing him? When did he appear to you?
BOY ORLANDO:
Orla... Orlando! What are you doing? Wake up!
ORLANDO BOY:
But did you really want to kill yourself?
I saved your life.
But I did it for myself.
Orlando... I asked her when
he first appeared to her.
About a month ago.
- Where is he now?
- I don't know...
but it's better this way.
I really have to see that photo of you as a boy .
She has to go get it,
and maybe I can make it easier for her.
- It's ten euros, ma'am.
- Yes.
- Can I get rid of this note?
- How come?
Well, it represents one of the greatest
humiliations of my life...
- Do you want to talk to me about it?
- No.
- You're welcome.
MACHINE WASHER: Thank you.
- Are you feeling better?
- No.
Very well, then with this
proactive and cheerful spirit,
I suggest you take the coastal road
instead of the highway, is that okay?
- Yes.
- And finally a yes. Here we go...
Excuse me for asking, but do you really have to
have a concert in Maratea tonight?
Why? You don't believe me?
No, it just seems like
too much of a coincidence to me...
I mean, you think
I made up a concert
just to accompany you to
take that photo?
Yes.
But doesn't that seem a bit
presumptuous to you?
It's okay that you are a special case
that interests me a lot,
but from here it's 150 kilometers,
which then on the coast becomes 172,
just to accompany you to take a
photo, which by the way isn't even mine,
- uh, no!
- Uh, sorry.
No, it's just that I don't feel worthy
of all this attention.
Anyway, sorry and thank you very much.
- Does this look like a good piano to you?
- Excellent.
And do you want to give him your blessing?
Maestro Saponara says that you are truly
a very good tuner.
- Did he tell you about the other day too?
- No... What happened?
I couldn't
tune the piano,
I had to call a
colleague of mine... it had never happened to me,
But now there are electronic tuners
, right?
Well... not at certain levels, because every
pianist wants his piano to be
have a brighter, duller voice...
various nuances...
Yes, you can paradoxically say that
the ideal tuning
be a harmonious set
of small detunings.
- And how's your back?
- Well, miraculously...
Yes, but now shall we go to Lauria to take
a look at that blessed photo?
No, come on, let's stay here... it's beautiful.
OLGA: That's true.
Mmm...
ORLANDO: Bad news?
OLGA: No. But you're very different.
Well, there's about
a forty year difference.
Yes, but age has nothing to do with it, eh!
Because there's a rift between you...
What exactly did
you and him argue about?
You treat me normally, but deep down
you think I'm a little unbalanced... right?
- Well...
- And are you having fun?
Yes, I'm enjoying it a little, otherwise
I wouldn't have come all the way here...
- Is this child you?
- Yes.
What is this, an award ceremony?
It's a contest for budding poets
that I did in elementary school.
- Did you win?
- I came in second.
So this is the little girl
who came first?
- She came in second too.
- A tie?
She's my sister.
- Do you want to tell me a little about your sister?
- No.
- Why not? Why, what's your problem?
- I don't feel like talking about it.
- Why don't you like it?
- I don't like it.
And tell her, damn it. But if you don't
tell her, who the fuck are you going to tell?
TV: "The news of the arrest of the two terrorists was released a few hours ago
Antonio De Simone and Rosanna Bevilacqua.
Details from our correspondent.
TV REPORTER: "They were arrested at dawn
after having disappeared without a trace.
for eight days,
Antonio De Simone and Rosanna Bevilacqua,
considered the main perpetrators of the
kidnapping, confinement and killing
of the labor lawyer??
They were hiding in a shelter in the
hills near the mountain of??
The Carabinieri managed
to track them down..."
OLGA:
Were you and your sister very close?
- Sure.
- And where is he now?
She's still in prison. She's never
repented, she's never dissociated herself.
It does not recognize the imperialist state
that judged it.
Since she never cooperated, they didn't
let her come to her mother's funeral.
- And how does he justify himself to you?
- And how should he justify himself?
- I've never spoken to him.
- Exactly.
- I mean, you never went to visit her?
- But she destroyed us.
not only the scandal, the shame,
the country... but also economically...
In Rocchino's hotel they found
some weapons that he had hidden.
They held it under seizure for over
a year, they had to sell it off.
Rocchino died of a broken heart,
my mother couldn't find peace.
And you?
I couldn't live under that hood,
and after a couple of years I left.
Where? What did you do?
Nothing! He started living
on good intentions,
like quitting
smoking... he didn't even succeed at that.
I moved to Salerno,
I went to work in a shop
of musical instruments, they tuned
pianos and I learned too.
- What a shitty endeavor.
- I can live off that endeavor!
- He's back, huh?
- Yes.
- And where is it?
- Here I am.
- Good morning, young Orlando.
- Good morning.
- He says hello.
- Oh! Finally.
- Did he say something?
- Yes. He said that...
which is the first time I've talked
to anyone about my sister.
Have you never talked about this with anyone?
But is the resentment you have towards your sister really that great ?
It's enormous! You could say
his whole soul is filled with resentment.
- Oh, oh.
- Well... there's also a very small space
reserved for cannabis, with which
he tries to forget the resentment,
- but he can't do it!
- Shut up, what are you saying?
What is he saying?
That I'm made of resentment and cannabis...
- Oh! Do you smoke joints regularly?
- Well, one a day.
- No, three, sometimes four...
- But when ever!
- Oh no? You even got to six.
- Six joints in one day?
Yes. Do I have to remind you when?
Tell me,
one day I smoked six joints.
- You're a poor idiot.
- Don't talk bullshit.
- You poor idiot.
- What are you talking about?
Calm down, calm down.
So, I have a proposal.
Since I like to smoke before singing
, I have a joint ready.
If you want, we can smoke it together,
so we can calm down.
With the boy's permission of course.
- Of course I allow it.
- You can imagine if he doesn't give you permission.
Anyway, who started
smoking, me or you?
And who was destroyed, me or you?
Weed or smoke?
"This is the story of a stone, which
split the head on a feast day
to the powerful of the country and his claims,
an idealist launched it
who felt like a communist,
but then chose evil and isolated himself."
- Beautiful.
- Thanks.
- And did you write them together?
- Yes, as children,
It was our fun,
we liked playing with words...
then when we grew up it became
quite a serious thing,
they even wanted to publish them.
This one you read is the last one I
wrote, the day they arrested her.
and I came out of poetry.
You've left poetry, you've left the
chorus... is there anything you've remained within?
What the fuck are you laughing at?
This sideboard is beautiful,
but the door is a shame.
- Hey, he uprooted it.
- It wouldn't open.
Too much weight on these shoulders. People
like you must travel light,
otherwise how would they climb
to the top of the pyramid?
- And in fact I fell.
- They moved.
- You were a nice guy as a boy, huh!
- Yeah, you're not bad either.
- Oh..
- What did I say?
What did he say?
- That he likes you.
- Thanks!
- Tell him I find him very sensual.
- He heard you.
- What do I do, leave you two alone?
- Maybe.
Orlando, look, that sensuality
hasn't been completely lost, eh!
- Well then, "pa-pam"!
- Oh, please!
- What did he say now?
- Nothing... He was quoting an idiot.
No, no, that's enough, I have to get over it.
And tonight I want to make a good impression.
in front of you. Can you lend me your notebook
? I'd like to read them all.
- No.
- Yes.
- Sure.
- Thanks.
(PIANO SOUND)
This morning I woke up with a
song stuck in my head... 'Stormy Weather'...
Do you remember her? The one that goes...
(CANTA "STORMY WEATHER")
I have to confess something to you,
I don't know how to play, but there's a trick
which I intend to reveal to you, yes because when
you play in C, in the range of C,
all white keys are fine,
no matter how you play them, look.
Do you want to try it?
Is it ready? You're welcome.
- It's true, isn't it?
- Absolutely true.
Excellent.
- How was it? Did you like it?
AUDIENCE: Yes.
And so the success of this
experiment gives me the strength
to push a utopia:
I think that each of us
he should be able to play an instrument,
sure, not as well as him,
because you see ladies and gentlemen,
in music, as in life,
the question
is to put the right note in a harmony.
(APPLAUSE)
ORLANDO BOY: Well, what do we do?
- Let it go?
- What?
- Do we let it slide or do we accept the invitation?
- What invitation?
Holy cow, when you do that I'd
punch you in the head...
But you like her, she made you understand
that she likes you... me a little more,
It seems to me that the
situation needs to be looked into further.
Yes, in fact it seemed
quite inviting to me too.
- Ah! I'm starting to see some hope.
- What would you do?
I think he's in the dressing room waiting for you.
I'd go there and knock:
"Yes, who is it?" "I'm the right note
to put in your harmony."
- Are you crazy?
- Why?
Do I go there and tell her
something like that?
- But it's a poetic phrase.
- But it's too allusive.
Well! Perhaps it's time
to hint.
Yes, but that sentence isn't right...
we need a better one.
OLGA: Yes. Who is it?
I am a note in search of harmony.
(OLGA CHUCKS)
That's not allusive enough.
OLGA: One moment, I'm coming.
- Take your time, I'll get it sorted out in the meantime.
- This is beautiful.
Beat it.
Well, I see the concert put you
in a good mood, tell me everything.
Since I'm feeling very musical, I wanted
to ask you if you'd like to have a drink.
Yes, of course, very willingly.
Give me ten minutes while I compose myself.
You know, after the concert, the adrenaline...
I always really want to make love.
Luckily my partner came by
and... we, so to speak, took advantage.
Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you and...
I'm taking this opportunity to...
say hello, I'm going to sleep in Lauria, I
decided I want to stay there for a few days
I actually wanted to ask you if you could give me
back the book of poems,
- because I wanted to reread some of them...
- Yes, of course...
I had
Pierfrancesco read some, do you mind?
Beautiful.
- Thanks.
- Here.
Are you going back on your own then?
Yes... and...
I'm going back on my own, and...
Thanks for everything.
- And hello.
- Hello.
You did it really fast.
(TV NEWS)
"Cuba, a utopia." But didn't you
throw away all of Rosanna's books?
Guard, guard.
Guard.
You understood Leopoldo Deodato...
Even Rosanna was screwing her!
This is it, go on.
DEODATO: "Yes?"
- Is it Professor Deodato?
DEODATO: "Yes, who is it?"
- I'm Orlando.
DEODATO: "Finally."
(DOOR OPENING CLICK)
- Sit down, Orlando.
- I prefer to stand.
I have tried to contact you many times,
but I have always found a wall,
There are things you need to know.
That you were fucking my sister?
That I was fucking your sister?
What are you talking about?
Let's try to
clarify a bit,
- It won't be easy.
- It better be.
First point:
I was not your sister's lover.
Second point: I didn't
push your sister into terrorism.
The armed struggle could not work,
it was too unrealistic,
- but precisely strategically...
- Okay, I understand!
Third point:
what was that book doing in my house?
No, that's point four. Point three:
after the capture, the trial, and the conviction.
of your sister, you emigrated to Salerno,
you hid,
if I may,
a little cowardly...
And on this,
we can't blame him.
Your mother, on the other hand, you knew your mother.
He faced it, he wanted to understand.
He wanted to understand what had driven it .
your sister towards extremism, she
enrolled in the university of the third age,
he began to study history,
especially revolutionary movements,
the history of Communism.
I was her teacher,
and she had gone into a lot of depth,
so much so that when he went to visit
your sister they got very excited
in heated discussions,
I saw it with my own eyes,
because I sometimes accompanied him.
This was the thesis with which she graduated.
Your mother and
I have been very close for the past twenty years.
She was an intelligent, simple woman,
she was beautiful even in death.
The book and the dedication were for her.
We were together.
You and my mother.
Yes.
Yes, and this is the fourth point.
I understand that this is a bit strong for you,
and that's why I left it
for last.
We loved each other.
After Rocchino's death
she was left alone.
I was alone too, we found each other.
She didn't want you to know,
I didn't agree because...
I love you too, and above all
I admired the little boy you were,
light, bright...
those beautiful poems you wrote.
Now I don't know what happened to you,
what you're up to,
but the little I understood through
your mother and what I see...
I don't like.
And on this, too,
we can't blame him.
This thesis is also well written.
Mom has always been a
pretty unpredictable type.
Do you remember when he found out
we were jerking off in the bathroom,
and to cover it up, we told her:
"No, Mom, I'm reviewing my homework.
of science on the direct observation
of the human body."
And she, wonderful:
"Keep going over it,
but hurry up, I have to do the laundry."
Why did the communists tolerate
masturbation?
- Certainly more than the Christian Democrats.
- That's also true.
RADIO: "A magical place, carved in
stone: Matera is the Italian city
designated European Capital
of Culture for 2019."
Yes! Beautiful, comeback!
- And you're not happy?
- Oh, happy now...
Let's say I'm very happy,
but we'll have to see how things go.
To be happy in this moment
You don't need to know how
things will go, just a reason to be there now.
Of course,
Matera capital of culture 2019!
That is... An event of historic significance.
Strong, huh? Strong, strong, strong.
Nicola? Did you hear that?
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture.
And what do I get out of it?
Matera, Capital of Culture 2019!
We must go celebrate.
But yes, what could it be?
Matera, capital of culture!
Well, what can I say? The news has sparked
a lot of interest among the population, huh?
A certain euphoria.
I mean, can it be that no one
ever feels like celebrating?
Well, maybe the news hasn't spread enough .
Oh!
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
- Yes!
- Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
- Oh!
- The view from up there is beautiful, huh?
Matera is the 2019 European Capital of Culture!
(THUMP)
(AMBULANCE SIREN)
I finished it, Ros.
But think about it, seven hundred thousand liters of water leave this dam every day.
that reach all the way to Taranto.
Isn't it incredible?
Communism should be
like this water.
- That goes all the way to Taranto and stops.
- So are you an idiot, Orla?
Then another dam is built in Taranto,
and yet another in Foggia. And so on.
- Do you understand?
- I understand. Do you want to hear it?
Okay, tell me later,
we have to go now, let's go.
- It's beautiful.
- I don't know Ros, it's just that when we come here,
I have the impression that
something a little touching always comes out of it.
And that's why we come here...
And tell me more?
But this
time, please, can you do it with your finger?
Come on, don't joke!
(ROSANNA LAUGHS)
"Poetry is not like water,
which you can stop in a dam,
there is no embankment,
no pipeline,
the edge is not visible
and it is up to us to take care of it".
But it would be better if instead
of poetry you put Communism.
Oh yes! And then I'll do it to you with my little finger too.
Oh! And stay still, always with these hands!
- So you want to put Communism?
- No.
So everyone goes their own way.
GUARD: Bevilacqua?
- Yes.
Nail.
(BRINGS)
- Cow.
- Cow.
Who's starting?
You start.
You remind me of someone.
You too.
What did you come to do?
I came to forgive you.
To forgive or to ask for forgiveness?
Both.
Have you written more?
Some.
- I can't do it.
- Wait.
Sit down.
Two minutes.
(KNOCKING ON THE DOOR)
Before you go, let me sign
this cast.
ORLANDO: "A voice comes from below
and shouts in my ear.
You're old, but it's not too late yet.
Look up, select, distinguish.
Reduce cravings
and wake up some dreams.
Once upon a time you wished you had dynamite
instead of pencils.
Who wrote words,
who did the work of the wind.
And they ended up at the seaside,
raising the level of the game.
But they were of little use,
given the ambition to change things.
Let's pretend we found a thread,
we need a needle and not agony,
to learn the patience of the tailor
who sews clothes and wounds.
I hope a hilarious thought comes to mind
.
Those who make people laugh
at this inconsistency
and for a moment, deceptively,
they make us complete..."
ORLANDO: "A voice comes from below
and shouts in my ear.
You're old, but it's not too late yet.
Look up, select, distinguish.
Reduce cravings
and wake up some dreams.
Once upon a time you wished you had dynamite
instead of pencils.
Who wrote words,
who did the work of the wind.
And they ended up at the seaside,
raising the level of the game.
But they were of little use,
given the ambition to change things.
Let's pretend we found a thread,
we need a needle and not agony,
to learn the patience of the tailor
who sews clothes and wounds.
I hope a hilarious thought comes to mind
.
Those who make people laugh
at this inconsistency
and for a moment, deceptively,
they make us complete..."