Luna di miele in tre Page #3
- Year:
- 1976
- 94 min
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I beg to differ.
I had the same argument
with your doctor...
We don't do this thing or,
at least, I don't.
What? If you save me,
will it help you
atone for all the others?
I need no atonement.
I believe in what I do.
I don't want you on my conscience
because I disagree with your choice.
Understood?
I really feel hungry.
What about going out for dinner?
Legend says, about
Sleymaniye Mosque,
that the architect took
advantage of the streams of air.
to reinforce the support
of its dome.
- Is everything okay?
- Yes, thank you.
May I smoke since
there's no one around?
Of course.
- No, thanks.
- The air that goes up...
the pipes of the columns...
helps the support of the dome,
understand?
Approximately. Is it possible?
I doubt it,
but it's a fascinating story!
In fact, if you ever
go to Istanbul,
put a piece of paper
under the dome.
What's going to happen?
Nothing perhaps...
Will you tell me about?
What were you studying before...
Medicine but only for a few years.
Right, it takes too many years
and it is difficult...
And this...
let's say 'activity' of yours,
is it your job?
Don't you do anything else?
Don't you have any plans, ambitions?
What we're doing is important.
Please, don't start
with the ideology.
What are you supposed to be?
A cell of combatants
for the euthanasia?
With the prices you charge
only a few have the
opportunity of a decent ending.
You don't know
what you're talking about.
Anyway, you're free to believe
I'm doing this for mercenary reasons.
I don't care about what
No, I'm sorry, I do care,
that's why I'm asking.
How do you practically do it?
Do you live with your parents?
How do you do it?
Do you keep the poison for dogs
hidden in your room?
What do you say to your mother
whenever you come back from Mexico?
From illness?
Yes.
What's this in your mouth?
- What?
- This here.
A 'piercing.'
For what reason?
I image it must have
- Yes.
- Like what?
I read somewhere that
the Aztec priests
with thorns of agave.
So what?
A new life was blooming
thanks to the blood of sacrifice.
- Like the flower of agave.
- What a load of bollocks!
Why bollocks?
Contemporary stupidity
knows no limits.
All right.
I have to catch up my train.
You can stay at my home,
I have a spare room.
No, thank you.
Make yourself at home.
If you need anything,
everything is over there.
Thank you.
- Good night, Honey.
- Irene.
My name is Irene.
Oh... much better.
Sir?
Did you find anything?
Do you want to have breakfast?
Yes, thank you.
Okay, I'll call you back later.
Great, good bye.
What's wrong?
- Who?
- Her.
Her! No...
Yes, once in a while.
Why?
Are you still jealous?
Sometimes.
Let's talk about it.
Some other time.
Give me that number.
I have to go.
- 0422?
- It's in Treviso.
All right, bye.
Irene, next week in Treviso...
I'm sorry, its battery
is running out.
Did it hit you?
Come on...
I like the Italians,
they're buoyant and friendly.
And the women are real beauties!
Italian women are so beautiful.
I like them very much,
joyful people.
Sometimes I compare them
to Mexican women...
They're so tender, devoted...
They're cheerful, they like dancing...
Number 19.
Get inside, it's open.
To the right.
Carlo Grimaldi.
Leave a message. Thank you.
Good evening or, rather,
good morning.
Carlo Grimaldi.
Leave a message. Thank you.
- Hello?
- Is that you, sir?
- Sir.
- Hello?
what the hell!
When someone leaves a message,
you have to call him back!
Where are you?
Outside your house.
Why?
As you can see, I'm still
in the world of the living.
Can I come up, please?
- No.
- Why not?
I'm coming down myself.
What do you want from me?
Let me be.
Delete my number.
It's the third time
you show up in three weeks.
Do you miss me?
You weren't answering my calls
and that stressed me out too much.
Stressed you out?
What a way to speak...
Cut the crap!
What did you want me to say:
I was anxious, is that better?
It's of no importance.
Do you know what is important?
That I rushed here like an idiot
because I thought you killed yourself.
Are you feeling any better now?
Did you ease your scout's conscience?
Good bye.
You don't go anywhere.
- Scouts and bollocks!
- Don't touch me.
- I came here for you.
- You're nothing to me.
What a load of rubbish!
You act the stoic...
You're all talk but you don't
have the guts to commit suicide.
Are you scared?
Is that all? You're scared.
Overcome it!
The music is very nice
but makes me drowsy.
to take a nap.
- Did you get tired of me, today?
- Get tired?
You assaulted me!
You deserved it.
Who else will be there?
It's not that I don't want...
I'll call you later, bye.
Dad?
Maybe, I'll move back to Rome again...
Whatever you wish,
you always have your room.
You came early.
- Are you nuts?
- The wet uniform is warming me up.
- Hello, Bella!
- Hurry up, they're waiting.
- What's this?
- You'll see...
Shall I leave her in your garden?
Bella, wait!
My God, wait!
- When are you leaving?
- Tomorrow.
What a bad luck!
You always have to leave.
How're things with Mr WWF?
- Good...
- Did you meet him?
- Did you screw?
- What do you think?
Does he want to dump his wife?
Enough with the interrogation!
- I don't know!
- All right, cool down.
I'm sorry,
I want go there again.
Why?
I got tired.
Get tired of what?
Come.
I'm sorry.
What do you think?
He says that he saw you in
his dream last night, Honey.
Thank you.
What is it?
Do you want to leave
the window open?
What?
He wants to look outside,
through the window.
Can you help me, please?
Lorenzo, we can stop
at any moment you want.
Just say the word.
I can't understand him, Madame.
Goddammit, was it the Lamputal?
No, it was the vodka.
No problem,
I'll clean everything up.
That's it, I'll take it
to dry it up.
Mummy's going to tidy
everything up
and fix you another vodka.
I'll get you another glass.
- I'll get you another glass.
- No!
- Don't you want some vodka?
- Would you like some music?
What you want?
Do you want us to stay... with you.
We'll stay with you.
I shouldn't go away like that.
It isn't right.
I should have waited till the end.
There are rules.
There are words I can't say.
I never say 'I wish' or 'see you.'
We don't use future tenses.
Nothing that will remind them
that finally...
We have to be invisible.
They mustn't think that we're
going to return to our lives after.
He chose a song.
It was 'Black.'
It's a long piece,
He couldn't take it any more.
No more music.
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