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so many as to become unruly.

And then...

when you'll be getting up

I'll be going to bed.

What lovely people you are!

I love doing the train!

I'll screw you.

"Who am I?"

That's how

one of Breton's novels began.

And of course in the book

there's no reply.

- Did you hear about Viola?

- What?

She's donating everything

to the church.

She works in the parish

and is going to volunteer in Africa.

The trains at our parties

are the best ones in Rome!

- You think so?

- I do.

They're the best because

they go nowhere.

- Well?

- It's wonderful, thank you.

Come on, it's all gone.

Tell me why you left me, please.

I want an explanation, please!

Go away!

Get out! Get out!

You see all these people?

They can't do anything.

But I know how to do something.

We know how to do something.

How sweet!

They've been asking me for years

why I don't write another novel.

But look at these people.

This Wildlife!

This is my life

and it's nothing.

Flaubert wanted to write a book

about nothing but he failed,

so could I do it?

It's nice.

Thanks, rascal.

What inspired this exhibition?

It wasn't my idea

to do this photo exhibition.

It was my father's idea.

When I was born, he starting taking

photos of me, every day.

One photo per day.

He never forgot, not even once.

From the age of 14 upwards,

I continued.

I photographed myself every day.

Go ahead.

- Cardinal!

- Your Eminence!

Cardinal,

when will The Saint arrive in Rome?

On Thursday,

but please don't call her The Saint.

She is a Saint but not technically.

Tell me something,

who is that cardinal?

- That's Bellucci.

- Bellucci?

- The one in line to be...

- Exactly.

The papal throne awaits him.

I met him at Giada Ricci's

carnival party.

Rumour has it that he used to be

Europe's best exorcist.

- Are you pulling my leg?

- No.

I never joke about the devil.

Do you know I'm very, very bored.

We're having a great, great time.

You cut up the duck.

Cook it on a high flame

for 15 minutes.

At that point...

Cardinal, do you remember me?

Lello Cava.

We met at Giada Ricci's party.

I was dressed as an escort.

Come, they're starting

to serve lunch.

I'd like you meet my writer friend,

Jep Gambardella.

A writer!

This country needs writers.

Actually I thought it was more

in need of priests.

Help.

- May I ask you a question?

- Of course, my dear man.

Well, for some time now...

from a spiritual point of view...

- Skunk hunt?

- Of course, I'll lead the way!

I know the Tebaldi grounds well.

Jep Gambardella, the king

of socialites! You're losing it.

I've been losing it for 40 years.

It's a steady decline.

Tell me something, Stefania.

Have we ever slept with each other?

Of course not!

That's an awfully big mistake!

We must make amends, immediately.

Idiot.

Thank goodness.

We still have something nice

to do together.

The future is marvelous, Stefania.

To be honest, Catellani

hasn't had many brushed fabrics

in recent years.

In my opinion, Rebecchi's still

the best tailor in Rome.

- Who are you?

- A hard-working man.

One who, while you play the artist

and have fun with your friends,

keeps this country going.

I keep this country going,

but many people

haven't understood that yet.

Imagine that, Dadina,

Giulio Moneta was my neighbour.

One of the world's 10 most wanted

men and I never noticed.

You've changed,

you're always thinking.

Maybe I should do what Romano did.

I'm not fit for this life

or this city.

Nobody's fit for sh*t, dammit.

Take it from the queen of misfits.

Everything around me is dying.

People who are younger than me,

things...

All before my eyes and I...

And you're suffering.

And you don't understand.

How's the soup, Little Jep?

The soup's good.

Why did you call me Little Jep? No

one's called me that for centuries.

Because a friend,

every now and again,

needs to make their friend

feel like they did as a child.

How can I make you feel

like a little girl?

You don't need to, I feel

like a little girl every day!

I've seen the world from

their viewpoint for 60 years.

You know Sister Maria,

the missionary,

the one they call the Saint?

Yes, she's coming to Rome

to receive some honour.

Exactly. In all her life,

she's only given three interviews.

- Yours will be memorable.

- Yeah sure, think of Giulio Moneta!

This is different.

She studied in Italy

and speaks Italian.

She read your book and loved it.

She wants to meet you

so I organized a dinner party

at your house tomorrow.

- Did I do well?

- You did very well.

Tomorrow I'll have the honour

of dining with her.

- At the Holy Father's?

- No.

No, at Jep Gambardella's.

You see, the Pope even invited

the enclosed nuns.

Sisters, sisters, sisters!

Sisters, sisters...

Yes, perfect!

Ah, the Red Cross nurses!

Well-toned!

Okay, great...

What handsome young men!

Great!

Let's go!

The Saint's assistant called me.

The Saint would like Count and

Countess Odescalchi to come too,

as they treated her like a sister

when she lived in Italy.

- Do you know them? - Of course,

but they are not in Rome.

All the nobles are in London,

at Philip's great-niece's wedding.

Let's call the Colonnas of Reggio.

The nobles for hire?

They're dead.

Nonsense, they're immortal.

The Saint won't even notice,

70 years have gone by!

This piece of furniture

looks great...

- Who would've thought!

-It looks great, like a new bathroom!

Count Colonna speaking.

Yes, we are available.

For tonight.

Our rate is 250 euros per person

for the evening.

Plus the cost of the car hire.

This would be somewhat

humiliating for us...

We are willing to be hired

as the Colonnas of Reggio.

But as for pretending to be

the Odescalchis...

I don't know...

We were at war for two centuries.

I feel it's immoral.

Cut at least twelve pieces

of rabbit!

Set aside the kidneys, liver,

head.

Gently brown.

Don't forget thyme,

laurel leaves, rosemary...

Then red wine, Ligurian olives...

pine nuts.

And after an hour,

you have Ligurian-style rabbit!

Sister Maria, what convent

are you staying at?

Actually, we're at the Hassler Hotel

at the Spanish Steps.

To be honest, Sister Maria

finds it uncomfortable.

Never heard the Hassler

described as uncomfortable!

It's very comfortable

but Sister Maria isn't used

to sleeping in a bed.

She sleeps on the floor,

in a cardboard bed.

Do you have any visits planned?

Sister Maria will climb

St John's Basilica's Scala Sancta

on her knees.

- Have you?

- I'd have liked to, but...

I have a bad knee...

Orthopedic problems

are unimportant,

compared to the partial indulgence

granted by the Scala Sancta.

That's true! Another specialty

of mine is lamb with...

Does Sister Maria still help

the sick?

22 hours a day, every day.

She washes them, feeds them...

You ought to see her.

Despite her age,

she doesn't walk, she runs.

Now she's tired, but that's because

she's not with her patients.

How old is she?

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