Eight and a Half: Go Ego - Music Video Page #8

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But why does he have to tell

everything to anybody?

He knows how to stand up

for himself.

Guido, help me.

Who's screaming like that?

Jacqueline. She refuses to

go upstairs with the old ones,

so we've locked her in the cellar.

It's scandalous. I don't want to

have to speak to those witches,

so much older than me. I'm 26.

Go to the Paris public register.

Jacqueline Bon Bon, 26,

the 4th of July 1 938.

You have no right

to send me upstairs.

It's not my time yet.

Look, I'm so agile. Look at my legs.

Which one of you has such a tight

little ass? Look at my chest.

Guido, don't send me upstairs.

I don't want to go upstairs.

You know the rules.

The rules are the rules.

Guido l...

Calm down. Apparently

it's nice upstairs, too.

- Your earring. Here.

- Thank you.

You've always loved me. Please,

tell him to give me an extension.

Guido, couldn't we give her

an extension?

What are you doing?

You're breaking my balls too?

I beg you Guido, just for one year.

- No extension.

- I'm not going upstairs.

- What did you say?

- I'm not going upstairs.

- Say it again if you dare.

- I'm not going upstairs!

This one is crazy. I told you we

should never have let her in.

Hey, girl!

Just look at your rulebook.

Whoever passes the age limit

shall be removed to the upper floors,

where she shall be treated equally well,

but shall live basking

in her memories.

It's so disgusting, absurd,

we shouldn't have accepted it.

Never, right from the start.

It's not fair!

These are rules invented

by someone

who doesn't pass the test himself.

In France such a man would be

the shame of the nation.

Are we lemons to thrown out

after we're squeezed?

- Guido, they're so right.

- You're a monster.

Our time has come!

Hurray for Jacqueline, who has

shown us the way to our freedom.

Down with the tyrant,

down with Bluebeard!

We have the right to be loved

'til we're 70 years old.

Down with him!

And what do you think you are?

A boy?

Let's say it once and for all,

he doesn't know how to make love.

That's the truth.

- And he falls asleep right away.

- I don't sleep. I think.

Guido, don't send us upstairs

when we get old.

Down, down.

Quick!

They're rebelling upstairs too.

Oh, delicious!

You pig, you liar. I came all the

way from Paris. What's my part?

Guido, who will dance for you?

You liked it so much.

I don't like it anymore.

Luisa, help me!

Sorry, but I don't meddle

in my husband's business.

If this is his decision, it's good.

Those are the rules.

Hurry up Guido, the soup's getting cold.

Can't you see I'm busy?

What an extraordinary man.

Yes, but...

He needs to act this way.

He does it almost every night.

Guido, do you remember me?

But darling, you're wounded;

I'll get you some cream...

- I don't want any cream.

- Some balm.

- I don't want any balm.

- Drops...

It's not true that he dumps you

like squeezed lemons.

Actually, he'd like to keep you all

with him always.

He is too good, too patient.

No, not me, no.

He doesn't like you. You're old.

Dear Jacqueline, we're happy

to have had the opportunity

to live with you and we wish you

the best of luck upstairs.

We'd like to reassure you

on Guido's behalf

that you were the first

showgirl in his life.

You're now entitled to

a song and dance of your choice,

with your very own spotlight.

Thank you girls, you're so kind.

Would you like me

to sing a love song?

No, better something sexy.

That was my specialty.

Guido, remember

the Apollo theater in Bologna?

Yes, I do.

No, better a happy song!

Oh, I've lost my pearls.

Oh, again!

You're not even listening.

Farewell, Guido.

I thought it was such

a funny situation,

the funniest part of my story.

I'd even prepared a little

speech to give at the table:

Darlings, happiness is being able

to tell the truth

without ever making anybody suffer.

Carla would have played the harp,

as on any night,

and we would have been happy

hiding in here,

far away from the world.

All of you and l.

What's wrong? Why this sadness?

See? We've made him feel guilty.

That's not it, Guido.

It has been a wonderful evening.

You mustn't be sad.

Do you need anything?

Now they'll all go to bed

and I still have a lot to do:

the laundry, all the dishes,

mend the sheets, scrub the floors

and set up breakfast for tomorrow.

Aren't we fine living all together this way?

At first I didn't understand,

that this is the way things

are meant to be.

But now...

Don't you think I'm good now?

I don't bother you anymore.

I don't ask questions.

A bit slow, wasn't l?

It's taken me 20 years to understand.

20 years since the day

we got married

and you became my husband

and I your wife.

Do you remember Guido?

Do you remember that day?

If you could only be patient

a little longer, Luisa.

But perhaps you've had it.

Frankly, I'd love to be able

to offer a word of advice.

But I think tonight you're called

to solve a problem

for which there is no solution.

Finding a precise face

for a crowd of characters

that in your script are so rough,

so vague, so superficial...

What is it we're watching?

I don't know... screen tests.

You're not well.

Quite the contrary.

Agostini, get on the catwalk

and do a little dance for us.

I'll accompany you on the piano.

Listen here. "The solitary ego

that revolves around itself

and feeds upon itself, ends up

strangled by a great cry

or a great laugh."

Words that Stendhal wrote

during his stay in ltaly.

If we sometimes read those sayings

on chocolate wrappers

instead of throwing them away,

we would be spared many an illusion.

There he is. By the door,

always ready to run away.

Good evening to you all

and apologies for the delay.

Well, what are you up to now?

- Guido where are you?

- Here.

- Come down.

- I'd rather stay up here.

Evening... Good, you're here too.

Let's get going.

Right away.

They skipped the variety act tonight

so we could use the theater.

Let's go.

Young man, it's time

to make up your mind.

I've brought all the screen tests...

Pardon me Conocchia,

but the time for his jokes is over.

All his doubts, his uncertainties,

his whims.

He had all the time he wanted,

but tonight we're here to choose.

- That's why we're all here.

- Right.

Conocchia has gotten

everything from Rome.

The new and the old screen tests,

even the ones we shot five months ago.

Now we'll go through them one by one,

and you have to say:

This is the wife,

this is the mistress,

this is the Cardinal,

this is Saraghina. Clear?

I don't want to be the joke

of the ltalian film industry

but above all I don't want you

to end up that way.

They're all ready to shoot you down.

You've got very few friends left,

on the Left or the Right.

But I am here to help you

each and every way.

We must start shooting

and we must do it immediately.

Roll the screen tests.

Miss Olimpia's screen test.

Miss Olimpia...

- Should I shut the door?

- Yes. Sway, sway your big hips.

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