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That's not much of an answer.

You have plenty of peace here,

it's like being in the country.

I wrote in short spurts.

I was a sprint-style writer.

I told you about my first time...

but you've told me nothing.

It's your turn now.

On an island... one summer.

I was...

18, she was 20.

At the lighthouse, at night.

I went to kiss her,

she turned away.

I was disappointed.

But then she turned to look at me.

She brushed me with her lips...

she smelled of flowers.

I didn't move,

I wasn't able to move.

Then she took a step back...

and said...

She took a step back.

And said...

I'm going home, it's late.

Want to come to a party

tomorrow night?

Outstanding!

Did you want us to die tonight?

You won't believe it,

but I love knife throwers.

A true likeness,

especially the hips.

A masterpiece, Geronimo.

It'll look great on the mantelpiece.

God bless you, Jep!

This is Ramona.

What a unique and marvelous

creature.

- Is he taking the piss?

- It's hard to know.

I was being honest.

I'm just sorry you missed

Geronimo D.

- What a tragedy!

- Come in, make yourselves at home.

- Who is that a**hole?

- Lillo De Gregorio.

The greatest modern art collector

in this debauched country.

- What's Jep's floozy friend wearing?

- I don't know.

Jep's proving to be

a disappointment.

- Good evening, countess.

- Hello, you're looking well.

I wish I could say that same

about the count. Hello, ladies!

Are you stupid?

You're distracting my artist.

Dad, we're having fun.

Carmelina, come and do some work.

Mom, I want to play here.

- Has this human being gone mad?

- We'll sort it out.

- I'm not coming, I'm staying here.

- You don't mean that.

Europe's greatest gallery owners

are outside.

If you show them what you can do

then ours will be a happy family.

But I'm already happy,

I want to be a vet one day.

Get to bed, you two!

My kids are going to bed.

Come.

I'll go to bed too.

I'm a kid too.

She blushes and says:

"Forgive me, I didn't know

you loved me so much.

My ignorance is obscene."

He looks at her, reassuringly,

and says:

"Let me defend our love".

How's that for the start

of the second act?

You've written a pile of sh*t.

That girl was crying.

Nonsense!

That girl earns millions!

Excuse me a moment.

- Hi, Stefano.

- Hi.

- The catering's gone downhill.

- Rome's gone downhill.

Steeply downhill!

Do you have the case with you?

- I always do.

- You up for it?

See that?

Stefano has the keys to Rome's

most beautiful buildings.

Is he a doorman?

No, he's not a doorman.

He's friends with princesses.

Are you ready?

Come with me.

Good evening, Princesses.

Good evening.

How come you have all these keys?

Because...

I'm a trustworthy person.

Did you see? It looked huge,

but it's tiny.

Stay still, I'll take a photo of you.

Don't move.

That's no good.

Laugh.

Got it?

Yes, that's good.

Many think that a funeral,

is a fortuitous event,

without any rules.

That's not true.

A funeral is a high-society event

par excellence.

You must never forget

that at a funeral

you are appearing on stage.

Nice.

Nice, but try the other one.

You must patiently wait

for the relatives to disperse.

Once you are sure

that all the guests are seated...

only at that point, may you offer

your condolences to the family.

In this way, everyone will see you.

You take the mourner's hands,

and rest yours on their arms.

You whisper something to them,

a comforting phrase,

said with authority.

For example:

"In the days to come,

when you feel the void,

I want you to know

that you can always count on me."

The public will ask...

"What's Jep Gambardella saying?"

This is definitely the right dress.

You're allowed to retire

to a corner by yourself,

as if contemplating your sorrow.

However, another matter

must be approached with shrewdness.

The chosen place needs

to be isolated

but clearly visible

to the public.

Besides, a performance is good when

it is devoid of any superfluity.

So, the fundamental rule:

one must never cry at a funeral.

You must never steal the show

from the family's sorrow.

That is forbidden.

Because it is immoral.

Viola.

In the days to come,

when you feel the void,

you can always count on me.

Now I ask Andrea's friends

to come forward,

so that the coffin

may be carried outside.

Your back!

It was nice not making love.

It was nice loving each other.

I'd forgotten what loving someone

was about, I'd forgotten that.

I spend all my money to cure myself.

Your breakfast.

Come on, I'm taking you to see

a sea monster today.

Your breakfast.

Five more minutes.

Can you see the sea?

Where?

On the ceiling.

Yes, I can see it.

Who's going to look after you now?

I'm sorry about your daughter.

My condolences.

I spent all my summers

making plans for September.

Not any longer.

Now I spend the summer

remembering the good intentions

which vanished.

In part because of laziness,

in part because of carelessness.

What's wrong

with feeling nostalgic?

It's the only distraction left

for those

who've no faith

in the future!

Without rain...

August is coming to an end

and September isn't arriving.

And I'm so ordinary!

But there's no need to worry.

It's all right, it's okay.

Bravo!

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Arturo!

Why are you here?

Don't you see?

I'm rehearsing my magic show.

This is tomorrow's special number:

the vanishing giraffe.

You can make this giraffe vanish?

Of course I can make

the giraffe vanish!

Then make me vanish too.

Jep, do you think that if I could

really make people vanish

I'd still be here at my age

playing these circus games?

It's just a trick.

It's just a trick!

Romano, how did it go?

Well, they clapped.

I'm glad.

- So why are you so sad?

- I'm not sad.

What's with the giraffe?

For a magic show.

I'll come and see you tomorrow.

I'm not doing the show tomorrow.

Why not? You said it went well.

I'm leaving, I'm going back

to my home town, for good.

I won't even pack up my things,

I'll leave it all.

I've lived in this city

for 40 years.

And in the end I thought...

the only person

who deserved a goodbye

was you.

So you're leaving?

Romano... why are you leaving?

Rome has really disappointed me.

Bye, Jep.

See?

- Want some coffee?

- No, thanks. I know you're busy.

I need to ask you something.

Go ahead.

Why did Elisa leave me?

I don't know.

Didn't she say anything about it

in her diary?

No, I don't think so.

Would you be offended

if I asked to read it?

No, I wouldn't.

In fact, I'd understand.

But I'm afraid I can't

let you read it.

Why not?

Because a few days after the

funeral, I threw it away.

May I introduce you

to my girlfriend?

Hello, my name's Polina.

Like Polina in "The Gambler"

by Dostoyevsky.

What are you doing tonight?

Nothing.

Polina's going to finish ironing...

then we'll drink a glass

of red wine.

We'll watch some television

and go to bed.

What about you?

I'll have a lot of drinks, but not

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