Call Me by Your Name Page #8

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ELIO says “Avanti” and she goes in with a pile of the same

sort of clothes belonging to him. He’s lying on his bed,

pretending to read a book. She leaves; he can hear her

retreating footsteps. When she is safely gone he stealthily

goes into Oliver’s room through the bathroom they share. He

looks around Oliver’s room.

53 INT. OLIVER’S ROOM -PERLMAN VILLA -DAY 53

He goes to the little pile of laundry and examines it, sees

the folded boxer shorts (or Jockey) -passes his finger tips

over them, then goes to the closet. Hanging on a hook is the

red bathing suit. He picks it up -it’s dry -and brings it

to his face. He rubs his face inside it, smelling it, looksinside it as if searching for something, kisses every inch of

it, licks the inside of the supporter as if trying to find a

taste of Oliver.

ELIO quickly slips out of his own bathing suit and pulls onOliver’s. He undoes Oliver’s bed and gets into it, puttingthe pillow over his face and kissing it savagely, smelling it

again and again, searching for Oliver’s scent, then wraps his

bare legs around it.

Suddenly he hears the sound of a bicycle approaching goes to

look out the window. He can just partly see OLIVER leaving

his bike by a wall and coming in the villa. Elio removes

Oliver’s trunks and tidies up the bed, exiting the room.

54 INT. CORRIDOR (1ST FLOOR) -PERLMAN VILLA -DAY 54

ELIO runs towards the window at the end of the corridor and

looks down from it. No one. Finally Oliver appears going down

the steps and moving towards the stone trough. Elio runs to

the stairs and goes down to the ground floor.

55 EXT. ABBEVERATOIO -PERLMAN VILLA -DAY 55

Later. ELIO is sitting under the trees with his score book

open. OLIVER sits on the edge of the stone trough with his

feet in the water, he is wearing his straw hat.

ELIO:

My mom’s been reading this 16th

century French romance. She read

some of it to my Dada and I the day

the lights went out.

OLIVER:

About the knight who doesn’t know

whether to speak or die? You told

me already.

ELIO:

Yes.

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OLIVER:

Well, does he or doesn’t he?

ELIO:

Better to speak, she said. But

she’s on her guard. She senses atrap somewhere.

OLIVER:

So does he speak?

ELIO:

No, he fudges.

OLIVER:

That figures. Listen, I need to

pick up something in town.

ELIO:

I’ll go, if you want me to.

Beat.

OLIVER:

Let’s go together.

ELIO:

Now?

OLIVER:

Why, have you got anything better

to do?

ELIO:

No.

OLIVER puts some pages of his manuscript into his old frayed

book bag.

OLIVER:

So let’s go.

ELIO puts down his fountain pen, closes his score book, and

in doing so knocks a half-full glass of lemonade onto the

grass. It doesn’t break. OLIVER, who is close by, comes over,

picks it up, and puts it back where it was.

ELIO:

You didn’t have to.

Creating a little pause before replying, for emphasis.

OLIVER:

I wanted to.

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56 EXT. PERLMAN VILLA -DAY 56

On the way to the shed to collect their bikes, they passANCHISE, who hands OLIVER his bike with a wry smile. OLIVERsmiles back.

ANCHISE:

(Mixture of Italian andEnglish)

(I straightened the wheel. It took

some doing. I also put air in the tires.)

OLIVER:

Grazie.

ELIO and OLIVER reach the road, where they pause for a

moment. OLIVER pulls up his shirt and pulls down the top of

his shorts to expose a big scrape and bruise on his left hip.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

(showing ELIO his wound)

I fell the other day on the way

back and scraped myself pretty

badly. Anchise insisted on applying

me some sort of witch’s brew. He

also fixed the bike for me.

ELIO leans over closely to see Oliver’s scrape, which is

smeared with a black unguent.

ELIO:

Does he give you the creeps?

OLIVER:

Who?

ELIO:

That’s what my aunt says. Anchise.

OLIVER:

(pulling his clothes

together and turning out

on the road)

Of course not. Just a lost soul,

really, like most of us.

57 EXT. TOWN SQUARE -DAY 57

They arrive on their bikes at the little town square. OLIVER

buys a pack of cigarettes, Gauloises. He lights one up, then

offers one to ELIO.

OLIVER:

You want to try one?

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ELIO nods and OLIVER cups his hands very near Elio’s face and

lights his cigarette.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

Not bad, right?

ELIO:

(drawing on it)

Not bad at all. I thought you

didn’t smoke.

OLIVER:

I don’t.

(taking another drag)

They walk their bikes towards the little World War I memorial

in the center of the square which is dedicated to the youthof the town who perished in the Battle of Piave. They pause a

moment to read the plaque.

OLIVER (CONT’D)

World War II? Did the Allies fight

near here?

ELIO:

No. This is World War I. You’d have

to be at least eighty years old to

have known any of them.

OLIVER:

Is there anything you don’t know? Inever heard of the Battle of Piave.

ELIO looks at OLIVER. He hesitates, then bursts out:

ELIO:

I know nothing Oliver. Nothing,

just nothing.

OLIVER:

(looking at him steadily)

You know more than anyone around

here.

ELIO:

If you only knew how little I know

about the things that really

matter.

OLIVER:

What things that matter?

ELIO looks him straight in the eye for once, summoning up his

courage:

ELIO:

You know what things. By now you of

all people should know.

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Silence.

OLIVER:

Why are you telling me all this?

ELIO:

Because I thought you should know.

OLIVER:

(he repeats ELIO’s words

slowly, playing for time

as he considers them)

Because you thought I should know.

ELIO:

Because I want you to know

(blurting it out)

Because there is no one else I can

say this to but you.

There is a magnificent view. A tiny bus works its way uphill,

with some bikers struggling behind it. To buy time, OLIVER

turns to look at it before replying:

OLIVER:

Are you saying what I think you’re

saying?

ELIO:

Yes.

Now that he’s spilled the beans at last, ELIO takes on the

laid-back, mildly exasperated air which the felon has, oncehe surrendered to the police, when he confesses how he robbed

the store.

OLIVER looks at ELIO for a long moment, then gestures towards

the shop front where he takes his manuscript to be typed up.

OLIVER:

Wait for me here. Don’t go away.

ELIO:

(looking at OLIVER with a

confiding smile)

You know I’m not going anywhere.

Two buses stop nearby to unload their passengers -olderwomen arriving from adjoining villages to shop. ELIO turns to

read the names listed on the monument. OLIVER returns.

OLIVER:

(frowning)

They’ve mixed up my pages and now

they have to retype the wholething. So I have nothing to work on

this afternoon. Which sets me back

a whole day. Damn!

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ELIO looks as if it has been his fault the typist made a

mistake.

ELIO:

I wish I hadn’t spoken.

OLIVER:

I’m going to pretend you never did.

ELIO:

(unfazed)

Does this mean we’re on speaking

terms -but not really?

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