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People stand around, dismayed. They gather around the PRIEST, who is at once
grieved and shocked, to express their solidarity and comfort.
VOICES:
What a pity! Poor Alfredo! What a
terrible thing!! Cheer up, Father, is
there something we can do?'
VILLAGE IDIOT:
(Laughing)
Burnt up...Burnt up.
PRIEST:
What'll we do now! The town will have
to get along without movies! Who's
CICCIO SPACCAFICO, the man who won the Sisal pools, comes up, dressed in style.
He looks up at the charred cinema. It looks like a battlefield after an enemy
attack. From the smoke and ashes to...
36 CINEMA PARADISO. EXT. EVENING
...The great lighted sign of the CINEMA PARADISO . The movie house has been
rebuilt. New facade. New billboards. There are people
moving about the entrance. It is the evening of the inauguration...
37 CINEMA PARADISO. INT. EVENING
The lobby is crowded with people, authorities, special guests. There is the
MAYOR, FATHER ADELFIO and the new owner, CICCIO SPACCAFICO, dressed to the
teeth. The MAYOR cuts the ribbon. Flashbulbs pop. Clapping.
GUESTS:
Cheers' Congratulations, Don Ciccio!
The procession advances towards the stairs leading into the theatre. FATHER
ADELFIO, with a nostalgic sigh, blesses the lobby, then the corridor. Lastly,
the new auditorium, which resounds with toasts and cheers.
AUDIENCE:
To the Cinema Paradiso!
The PRIEST sprinkles the new seats, the walls, the screen with holy water...
38 CINEMA PARADISO. PROJECTION BOOTH. INT. EVENING
Now FATHER ADELFIO is blessing the brand-new projection booth. He also blesses
the new projectionist: SALVATORE. He is very nervous, but serious, self-
possessed. His worried-looking mother is also there for the occasion. The PRIEST
turns to SPACCAFICO.
PRIEST:
How'd you solve his being under age?
SPACCAFICO:
I took out a license as
projectionist, thanks to friends down
at the guild offices. But I don't
know a thing about it. Officially, I
do the job...
(Smiling at Salvatore)
...but Toto earns the money.
PRIEST:
Fine.
(To SALVATORE)
Always be careful, my boy. Don't ever
go to sleep. Be sure another accident
doesn't happen. Do everything poor
Alfredo taught you. And may God bless
you.
SALVATORE nods his head seriously, assuming a responsible expression. His
mother kisses the PRIEST's hand.
MARIA:
Thanks, Father. Thanks.
SPACCAFICO:
And now enough of this gloomy
atmosphere. Life goes on! I want to
see you happy and smiling!
39 CINEMA PARADISO. INT. EVENING
Laughter. The laughter of the large audience at the first showing of the
inauguration film. Among the spectators, SALVATORE'S mother, MARIA, and his kid
sister, El A. Up on the screen, a man and a woman kiss. The first time a kiss
has been seen at the Cinema Paradiso. The audience murmurs, surprised and
excited.
AUDIENCE:
Ooooooh! They're kissing!! Look at
that!! Christ, that's news!!
An OLD LADY sitting next to the MAYOR, crosses herself, flabbergasted. CICCIO
SPACCAFICO chuckles. Rubs his hands: these are going to be golden times for him.
FATHER ADELFIO gets up and stalks out of the theatre, indignant; he'll
never set foot in the place again. The love theme gets louder and
louder...
40 PROJECTION BOOTH. INT. EVENING
The same music spreads through the booth from the monitor. SALVATORE is by
himself. He is watching the film through the hole but strangely enough, the
story doesn't absorb him. ALFREDO'S absence makes him nervous, he gazes at the
stool he used to sit on. Il has been repainted. A voice from the rear of the
cabin:
ANNA'S VOICE
Toto?...
SALVATORE turns and at the top of the stairs sees SIGNORA
ANNA and behind her, ALFREDO, her husband. He is wearing a
pair of dark glasses and walks with the kelp of a cane. He has
lost his sight, but not his spirit. He smiles:
ALFREDO:
Any room for me in this Cinema
Paradiso?
(SALVATORE runs over and
embraces him.)
SALVATORE:
Come in, Alfredo.
ANNA:
(to SALVATORE)
Toto, will you bring him home when
you close down?
SALVATORE:
Yes. Signora Anna.
(To ALFREDO)
I'm glad you came.
Cut to:
ALFREDO is now sitting there immobile. He listens to the soundtrack of the film.
SALVATORE studies the way he stares into empty space, and the idea of darkness
frightens him. There is something new in ALFREDO'S manner, as if having grazed
death and the loss of his sight had endowed him with a deeper knowledge of men
and life.
ALFREDO:
How's school?
SALVATORE:
OK. OK. But now that I've got a job,
I'11 probably stop going...
ALFREDO:
Don't do that...Sooner or later
you'll be left empty-handed.
SALVATORE:
Why? What do you mean?
ALFREDO:
Toto, this isn't for you. For the
moment, the Cinema Paradiso needs
you, and you need the Cinema
Paradiso. But it won't last...Some
day you'll have other things
to do, more important things...
(He reaches out and
touches SALVATORE'S face
to 'feel' his expression.)
That's right, more important. I know
it. Now that I've lost my sight I see
more.
I see everything I didn't see
before...
from SALVATORE's face, we
see that he is now a young
man, and that ALFREDO is
older, grayer.)
And it's all thanks to you, who saved
my life. And I'll never forget it...
(SALVATORE doesn't
understand his strange
words. ALFREDO can 'feel'
he is troubled.)
And don't put on that look. I haven't
gone off my head yet. You want proof?
And he gives a joking smile. SALVATORE is curious, expects one of his fiendish
tricks.
SALVATORE:
(Smiling)
Yes. I want proof.
ALFREDO:
For example, at this moment the
film's out of focus. Go see.
SALVATORE stands up in disbelief. He looks through the hole, and indeed the film
is out of focus. He puts it back into focus, flabbergasted.
ALFREDO:
(Smiling)
It's hard to explain, Toto...
41 CAFE IN THE SQUARE. INT/EXT. MORNING
As the BILL-POSTER attaches to the café door a poster of Catene - the
coming attraction at the Cinema Paradiso - CICCIO SPACCAFICO is
speaking on the phone in the phone booth. He is clearly peeved.
SPACCAFICO:
Only two days? Are you joking?!...
What do I care if all the copies
are reserved?...Catene for only two
days in a place like this! Why,
people will eat me alive!...
(Standing beside him
listening is SALVATORE. He
is carrying school
books under his ann. In
the café, several curious
ONLOOKERS laugh as through
the café window they watch
some unemployed PEASANT
the club. SPACCAFICO
listens nervously, then
shrieks as if he were
about to eat the phone.)
...I know, I know. But even if I
start showing at eight in the morning
it wouldn't be enough! This is a big
town now and you people at the
Titanus know it perfectly well! I'm
your sole agent and if I get pissed
off I'll write straight
to Lombardo, in Rome!! I'll give you
guys a good run-around!! If I get my
dander up, I can let fly, if my
name's Spaccafico!!
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