Room in Rome Page #4

Mafioso?

What about you?

What are you doing here?

- Here?

- Yes, in Rome.

I'm here for the Alternative

Locomotion Energy Fair.

Future means of transport.

Ecological, clean vehicles

with low energy consumption.

Huh. Nice.

- What is it?

- It's called Aspasia.

It's perfect

for getting around in the city.

Maximum speed,

- It works like a bike. You pedal it.

- Mm.

But if you need help

getting up a slope,

you connect a silent,

compressed air motor,

and if it rains, you don't get wet.

Who invented this thing?

Me.

What?

What?

- Don't I look like an inventor?

- Actually, no.

I am a mechanical engineer.

Came top in my year.

- It makes sense.

- Why?

Because you are the best woman

I've ever met.

Thanks, love.

- Don't call me love.

- Why?

- Love is something else.

- It is also for me.

That which I'm feeling right now

is very similar to love.

Almost identical.

Any love there might be here

right now is pure fantasy.

Like anywhere else!

Now I know what you can give me as a present.

Hm, it's not in your wedding list.

I'm adding it now, and if you don't

get it for me, someone else will.

OK, I'll leave it here.

It's in the fair, for whoever

wants to come and pick it up.

- Was it a success?

- Ha, you bet.

I love it.

I'm sure it won't be long

before they ban all cars from cities

and introduce your Aspasias.

At the moment,

this is the only prototype.

One is enough for me in Moscow.

Be sure that if you get

my Aspasia as a present,

it comes with me inside.

We are inseparable.

Even better.

I also know who Aspasia was.

She lived there in that painting.

As soon as I walked into this room

a week ago, I noticed the picture

and I thought that was

a good sign for my Aspasia.

But just today I was told there is..

There is no chance

of it being manufactured.

Hm.

So you went out and got drunk?

The truth is,

since last winter,

after what happened to the boy,

there is not one night

I goto bed without drinking.

It helps me sleep.

Except tonight, you woke me up.

I should get going.

Can I have a shower first?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Vadim,

but I can never tell you about this.

Now I have a secret too.

But it's much further away

than yours.

Maybe I missed

the sign in the painting.

It's you, my little Russian.

The good thing I was expecting.

You'll always

have that... my reflection.

This...

Is mine alone.

(Sings "Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu")

Penso che sogno cosi

non ritorni mai piu

Mi dipingevo Ie mani

e la faccia di blu

Poi d'improvviso venivo

dal vento rapito

E incominciavo a volare

nel cielo infinite

Volare ho ho

Cantare ho ho hoho

Nel blu dipinto di blu

Felice di stare lassu

Nel blu dipinto di blu

Felice di stare lassu

E volavo volavo felice piu

in alto del sole ed ancora piu su

Mentre il mondo

pian piano spariva lontano laggiu

Una musica dolce suonava

soltanto per me

Volare ho ho

Cantare.

Oh!

Loving strangers

Oh, oh

Loving strangers

Oh

I've got a hole in my pocket

Where all the money has gone

I've got a whole lot of work

To do with your heart

'Cause it's so easy

Mine's not

Loving strangers

Oh, oh

Loving strangers

Loving strangers...

- I want to tell you something.

- Whatever you like.

Tonight before I met you,

my sister told me something at dinner

that deep down I imagined

but never had the courage to ask.

We had drunk a lot of wine

and we were having a very good time,

until she told me

that Vadim was with her before me.

He was also my sister's teacher

but we were in different classes.

When she got the part

we auditioned for

and stopped coming to the university,

he called her

and they were together for a while.

It was her who left him.

I imagine between them

they decided not to tell me anything,

until tonight my sister let it slip.

Don't tell anyone, but I like you

much more than your sister.

And white suits you much better.

Mm.

The guests are waiting.

My sister was thinking of inviting

several friends of her boyfriend.

- Dodgy people.

- Hm.

Actually, that was why we argued.

Well done.

We don't want mafiosos here.

If anyone has anything to say,

let him speak now

or forever hold his peace.

Me.

We are all listening, bride.

The weird thing is,

Im worried about Vadim now.

In case my sister's boyfriend

finds out. Ha's an animal.

And you? What about you?

Me?

I know Vadim is in love with me.

I love the way you are.

You're such a good person.

The best of all of us.

And I'm sure you're right,

Vadim loves you.

You above all.

Another strange thing.

Vadim has always reminded me

of someone from the Renaissance.

One person in particular.

Who?

That guy,

the one speaking over your bed.

It's Leon Battista Alberti,

one of my favourite humanists.

Ha said that

you can't pull the string

without having a dartboard to aim at.

What does that mean?

The idea is that the artist must know

at all times what he's representing.

The picture shows a symposium

in the Medici Palace.

I'm sure he was talking

about the Greeks.

He was fascinated by them.

That painting speaks of the other.

There are 20 centuries

between these two pictures.

In our case, only one room.

We look like we're at a tennis match.

Conclusion.

Here beneath the city of my birth,

do you love me?

Well, I don't know why,

but right now...

yes, I am loving you.

With fantasies or without?

With both.

I look good in white too, don't I?

A new day is coming.

Dawn is my moment.

I'll stay

and watch the dawn with you

and then we say goodbye.

Loving strangers

Loving strangers, oh, oh

Loving strangers

Loving strangers, oh

I've got a hole in my pocket

Where all the money has gone

Loving strangers

Loving strangers, oh, oh

Loving strangers

Loving strangers, oh

It's just a start of the winter

and I'm all alone...

I'm going to order breakfast for two.

- I'll call my sister, then.

- Very well, little Russian.

'Can I help you?' ?'

Yes.

We want to be the first

to have breakfast.

'Glad to hear it.

'What would you like?

Something light, heavy?'

As heavy as it gets.

'You want it to last?' ?'

Yes, please.

'A nice big breakfast then.' .'

Thanks, Max.

Don't worry.

Can I hear your sister's voice?

'I hardly slept because of you.

'And I don't like flying

It's like they split

your voice in two.

'Who is that?'

Room service.

She brought breakfast.

'You're having breakfast?

Yes. I'm hungry.

I'll see you at the hotel after.

Are you never going to tell her?

So, then, what's the plan?

Pass through here without a trace?

Without...

without ever telling anyone?

- That's up to each of us.

- Hm.

But there has to be something of us,

of both of us,

to remind us of this night.

Like what?

There is no wind yet. It's early.

When it blows,

theyll take the photo.

You'll see. They owe it to us.

What a beautiful thing

you've just said, little Russian.

- Your idea was the best of all.

- We make a good team.

But we can only be seen

from a satellite.

Oh, wow. You're inspired.

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