La Dolce Vita Page #9

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- You clown!

Allow me to say that you're

an incredible vision.

You look like you stepped out

of a painting.

What a disaster.

This place is falling apart.

Giulio, it's such a shame to see

everything's crumbling here.

But you're never around. You're always

in Rome and you don't take care of it.

- What should I do, Father?

- This place will be yours someday.

- Giulio, I'm your ancestor.

- Get lost, you idiot.

Irene, please, if you see a ghost,

throw yourself into my arms.

Eugenio, enough! Try to be serious,

otherwise go away!

- Is your aunt a medium?

- Didn't you know?

Her husband left her because

he always found some ghost in bed.

Yes, I remember.

And yet I've met you someplace before.

You don't forget a face like yours.

Perhaps, I work. You might've

seen me in some office.

- You work?

- Yes.

Who are we trying to summon?

- You're such a jerk.

- Cristina's making me laugh!

- It's not true!

- Cristina!

Who are you?

Who do you want

to communicate with?

I feel some energy...

Countess, keep the contact.

Don't laugh!

I'm not laughing.

Do you have a message for one of us?

Give me an answer.

What is that light down there that's

blinking always in the same place?

Don't be frightened. It's a tractor.

In the summer, they also work at night.

- Call Sister Edvige!

- Who is she?

It's a nun that in the summer,

walks around here...

...carrying her head on a dish.

- Yeah, right.

Is it still you?

Why don't you leave me alone?

- Go away, I beg you!

- Extraordinary.

Ask if it's the same person

as last time.

I feel your breath inside my lungs.

Your blood inside my veins!

She's just drunk. She's drunk.

- Why is she doing that?

- Easy, easy...

- Blow out the candles!

- Mommy, I want life.

Blow them out. Blow them out.

I want love. I want life.

I want to...

- Who are you? Tell me who you are.

- I want truth!

Who do you

want to communicate with?

- Giulio.

- With Giulio?

Giulio, there's a message for you.

That sleaze is in love with you.

Giulio, you can't escape my love.

- That's enough, now. Turn on the lights!

- Irene, don't be stupid. We're joking.

Irene. Irene, come here.

Who are you, poor soul?

Why are you crying?

Why are you crying?

Wait, I'll make some light.

No, not here.

No, love. What are you doing?

Crazy! You're crazy, darling!

Do you know this is the first time

I've seen the dawn?

Marcello, have you met my son?

Shall we go eat some spaghetti?

He's nothing but a thief.

Eggs at 45 lira each!

Forget it. From now on,

we'll buy them in Capranica.

Hello, Mom.

You're still running around

at this hour?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I'll go with you.

- Did you sleep well, Mother?

- Do you still feel like a kid or what?

We were at the old villa.

Is that crazy Francesca there too?

Tell her to come to mass.

- Who is she?

- She's the princess mother.

I:

What have I done

to be treated this way?

Not even a dog gets treated like this.

Who do you think you are?

If you loved me half as much

as I love you...

...you'd understand some things.

- Yes.

But you can't. Because

you don't love anyone.

- Don't scream.

- You can't even fathom...

...what it means to love someone!

- But you do, right?

You're selfish, that's what you are.

Your heart is locked, empty.

You only care about women,

you think that's love.

Yes, I know. You've been saying it

for four hours. I can't take it anymore!

- I want to go home!

- Not all men are like you.

Some men are happy to find

someone who loves them...

...and they don't go looking

for other women!

It's you. You're the only one like this.

It's a disgrace. A disgrace.

No, I'm a disgrace.

And my disgrace is having met you!

I can't stand

having you around anymore!

Go away!

Go away once and forever!

Where're you going, stupid?

Come here.

No. Leave me alone! Let me live!

Come on, you fool, get in.

No!

Look, Emma, I'll...

Come on, get in.

What do you want from me?

What are you looking for?

You're a slime. You're pitiful.

You'll end up alone like a dog!

You'll see.

Who's going to stay with you

if I leave you?

What are you going to do with your life?

Who could love you like I do?

I can't spend my life loving you.

You always say that I'm the crazy one,

that I live in a dream, outside reality.

But you're the one who's off the road.

Don't you see that you've already found

the most important thing in life?

A woman who really loves you,

who'd give her life for you.

As if you were the only one

in the world.

You ruin everything.

You're always cross, always unhappy.

Marcello...

...when two people love each other,

nothing else matters.

What are you afraid of?

Of you. Of your selfishness, of the

miserable bleakness of your ideals.

Don't you see that you offer me

the life of a spineless worm?

You can only talk of cooking and bed.

A man who accepts to live like this...

...is a finished man,

he's nothing but a worm!

I don't believe in your aggressive,

sticky, maternal love!

I don't want it! I have no use for it!

This isn't love, it's brutalization!

When will you understand

that I can't live like this?!

That I don't want to be with

you anymore?! I want to be alone!

- Get out of this car!

- No!

You're a beast, a coward.

I feel sorry for you.

Yeah, well, and you make me sick.

Get out!

No, I'm not going.

I'm staying with you!

No, Emma, you're not staying

with me any longer. Get out.

No!

- Get out of the car.

- No!

Get out of the car!

It's over, don't you get...

- It's over. Get lost! Go away!

- Scoundrel!

That's what you are, a scoundrel.

Bastard!

- Damn you!

- I never want to see you again.

- Get a truck driver to pick you up, slut!

- Go, go with your whores!

Hello?

Where?

Where are you going?

You can't go through here.

Go ahead.

Clear the way!

Let him through!

- A real monstrosity, Marcello.

- What happened?

Tiziano!

He killed his two children,

then he killed himself!

Marcello, let me in.

Tell them I'm your photographer.

I'll give the pictures

to your paper for cheap.

Let me go in with you.

Come on, Marcello, let me in.

- I'm a friend. I must get in.

- Just a moment.

There's a young man who says

he's Mr. Steiner's friend.

Let him in.

Come in.

Distance between the floor

and the bullet hole: 1.5 meters.

Distance between the left wall

and the bullet hole: 4 meters.

Did you write it down?

No, the wife doesn't know anything.

She's not here. She'll be back at 1:00.

Apparently, before the killings...

...he called a close friend,

begging her to go and meet his wife.

Distance between the back wall

and the bullet hole: 5 meters.

Let's listen to that again.

Rewind.

You are the true primitive,

as primitive as a Gothic spire,

You're so tall that you can 't hear

any more voices up there,

If you could see my real height,

you'll see I'm not much taller than this:

Were you a friend of the Steiner family?

I was a friend of Steiner's.

- Since when? Were you a close friend?

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