CQ
This is my bath water.
There it is,
going down the drain.
My soap.
My passport,
with no occupation on it...
but I'm a film editor.
That's my Nagra 3.
Actually, it's not mine.
I'm borrowing it from work.
I'm borrowing this film, too,
because I'm shooting everything.
This is the little fern
that Marlene and I bought...
when we first moved in together.
Wow, it's grown.
It's just been a few months.
They do not fit her
This is my strong French coffee.
And this is... really stupid.
Or is it? I don't know.
Start again.
Paris, September 1st, 1969.
Time is 9:
30.These are pieces of me.
Me in pieces.
I'm trying to find
what's real, what's honest.
The total opposite of the film
I'm editing...
which is a sci-fi picture
about a secret agent...
Codename:
Dragonfly.Bonjour.
Wake up. Wake up.
Rise and shine, Dragonfly.
It is time for you to wake up.
It is a beautiful day today.
You have many secret missions
to accomplish today.
It's so early.
It is 2:
00 in the afternoon,Dragonfly.
Can't I sleep?
I never get to sleep.
Would you like to hear
your horoscope?
It's good today.
Mystery will be revealed
when the moon makes its orbit.
I love a mystery.
Fly
Dragonfly
Seek you out from undercover
Could you be my lover?
Together we can fly
Together we can fly
Fly
The water's freezing.
We are making cinema together!
We are making revolution!
Did I ever tell you that I was
the one who discovered her?
You're wonderful. Oh, yes.
Like that. Yes.
Very good.
This is Marlene sleeping.
She's mad at me today.
I asked her if she passed
her driving test.
Don't you think I would tell you
if I had passed?
Leave me alone!
Yesterday she was happy.
Everything is important.
It's all in the details,
they say.
This is the beginning
of a new cinema.
It's so delicious.
It's personal,
but not pretentious.
- It was beautiful.
- Definitive.
It's such an emotion
to see a film like that.
- Daring. Mature.
- Why are you in Paris?
- Which vitamin do you prefer?
- Let him speak.
Gentlemen, we can find out
more about a man by his dreams.
a bit of a daydreamer.
Always interested in film.
A lot my thoughts...
my little notions
of things and feelings...
are like little scenes
in my head.
I guess I want to show people
what I think about.
What I think is touching
or sad or funny...
Oops. I didn't realize
you were filming.
It sounded like
you were talking to yourself.
Just because you film every
possible thing in your life...
doesn't mean you'll understand
yourself any better.
I'll tell you everything
you need to know.
Go ahead. Turn it on.
Go ahead. Tell me.
You're a warm person...
but closed off emotionally.
You're self-absorbed
and live in a fantasy world.
- Come on.
- Let me talk. It's true.
You've come to Paris
to find your life...
but it is in front of you,
and you won't admit it.
You film all the details
as if that would
bring some understanding.
I just want to capture
what's real and honest.
And what if it's boring?
Did you ever think about that?
It may not be interesting
for others to watch.
You're mad at me now,
aren't you?
Come on.
Let me fix your hair.
We've been cutting the ending
for two weeks now.
The director has no idea
how to end the picture.
And he won't admit it.
Kiss me.
What are you thinking about?
She stands there,
looking at him.
I love you.
And we have the ending.
It all comes together.
This shot is not finished yet.
They emerge from the tunnels...
and the sun rises...
and we see
she's joined the revolution.
And so...
it ends with
a simple declaration of love.
It ends with a beginning.
Yes, a circle. Circle.
Sort of circle.
It's great.
Is that the original ending?
You don't have an ending!
We make an action movie
with no action!
It doesn't make any sense!
I haven't shot the end yet.
My vision is to subvert
the audience expectations.
I want the end,
not with a bang...
but with a whimper.
No picture of mine
ever ended with a whimper!
We need a bang!
The picture is not watchable!
If you're thinking of changing
one frame of my revolution...
- You're off the picture!
- What?
I'm losing money.
Fabrizio,
shut down this production.
What are you saying?
You're off the picture!
Fabrizio, I don't
want to see him ever again!
Go! Go away!
- You're afraid of this film!
- You're not director!
- You fascist! You go away!
- Andre!
It's the young actress!
She's gone to his head!
Finalmente. Eh?
Bullshit!
I have seen this happen
many times before.
A director falls
for the leading lady...
and his judgment
goes to the toilet.
Fabrizio, fire everybody
involved with this mess.
I have made 63 pictures,
and this is the worst.
See if you can bring in...
Felix DeMarco.
The young director.
Call him, now.
One, two, three, four.
Break on me! One, two, three!
Break out.
Something's not right here.
Felix DeMarco.
Now, if I'm being
totally honest...
which is
the point of this film...
just hearing his name
fills me with envy.
And I don't even know why
I care so much.
They can do whatever they want.
I have this film. My film.
So much has happened
since yesterday.
I lost my job.
I need to find a camera.
No more borrowing film.
Need to conserve stock.
Stay on track.
Everything's changing,
becoming clearer.
I feel like it might be
all over with Marlene.
I need some time
Maybe we should live apart
for a little while.
No. It's me. It's all me.
She'll slip into bed
without a word...
without even a hello.
Maybe a scowl...
and I'm going
to stop her this time.
I missed him.
Did you miss me?
Yes!
How was your day?
How was your day?
Don't get it. Let's kiss.
Hello? Hey, Pippo.
Really? What, right now?
OK, OK.
They fired everybody
this morning...
and now
they just hired me back...
and I have to go to meet
the new director.
You're going now?
Till the weekend.
I'm sorry.
Call them and tell them
you'll go tomorrow.
There's nothing I can do.
I just get back,
you f***ing ass!
Why are you leaving me
right now?
I'll make a nice salad for you.
I have to go.
I'm sorry. I'm going to cut.
Let's go again.
Can we get some more blood?
- Thanks for coming so quickly.
- Sure.
I'm glad you're still working
on the picture.
Do you know this young director,
Felix DeMarco?
Yeah, I met him before.
He's an ass. Over there.
You look very scary,
and action!
must be given up to Satan.
I now give you to my master,
His Highness of Darkness...
where you will slumber forever
in the tomb of Satanic blood.
And... cut!
Print that one.
It was perfect, everyone.
Let's go to lunch.
Come on, baby.
You are getting better
Unbelievable.
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