Rose Island

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BASED ON A TRUE STORY

NETFLIX PRESENTS

STRASBOURG:

NOVEMBER 1968

Mr. Gary.

That man looks really ill. Who is he?

Wasn't he here yesterday as well?

He's been here all week.

He's an Italian engineer.

That weird car outside, is that his?

Yes, it is.

He desperately wants you

to read a file he's brought.

I didn't want to bother you with it.

Did you tell him we deal with disputes

between sovereign states?

He says he's a head of state,

and that he won't leave

until I give you the file.

He's a bit crazy but also very determined.

This is what we're going to do.

Hand me the file,

and make it look like a big deal.

Here's the file I told you about.

Thank you.

I'll read it very carefully.

Very well. Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

Where is he?

-Who?

-The mad man with pneumonia.

-I managed to get rid of him.

-No!

Bring him to my office.

I need to talk to him.

Come on, quick!

Mr. Rosa, I have to ask you

if you know what day it is

and where you are.

November 10th, 1968,

Strasbourg, Council of Europe.

And what can the Council of Europe

do for you, Mr. Rosa?

Save my island.

Did you buy an island?

No, I made it.

He created an island.

How many days did it take you

to create this island?

Please, don't say six,

that would be an incredible coincidence.

No, it wasn't six days.

It took me several months.

So you own an island

that you have created.

No, I didn't say that.

I'm an engineer. I simply built it, then…

we created the world on the island…

I should just leave.

This man's in a confused state.

He needs help but clearly not from us.

I need help from the European Council.

That's why I'm here.

Keep calm, Mr. Rosa.

I can't keep calm.

They're going to destroy everything.

Is this the island that you built?

Yes, like I said, I'm an engineer.

Doctor, my ass! Piss off!

ONE YEAR EARLIER

Doctor, my ass! Piss off!

Doctor, my ass! Piss off!

If I may, we're already doctors.

We've passed our exam,

so now we're engineers not--

Engineer, my ass! Piss off!

What the hell are you doing?

Forfeit!

What forfeit?

I was just talking… It's not fair!

Guys, he's right.

If you challenge a professional--

-You stole my glass!

-Forfeit!

What? I was talking

about the engineer thing.

They insist.

I'd say a fair forfeit could be…

to have him…

make a complete ass of himself!

-But these aren't the rules…

-Ass of himself!

-I didn't lose!

-Ass of himself!

So, the first girl that walks in,

he must chat her up,

and when she least expects it,

he kisses her on her lips!

Sh*t!

Hi.

How's it going?

It's good to see you.

I'll be right there.

-Yes.

-Kiss!

Well, it's…

It's just that today

we took our state exam.

I'm now officially an engineer.

-Congratulations!

-Thanks.

Guys, we can't do the kiss thing.

We can't do that…

They want me to kiss you,

because I lost a drinking game.

-Sure.

-I didn't even lose.

They're just insisting because…

Guys. We can't do that.

We just can't do that.

Guys, it's not gonna happen.

Right, there's no point

that they keep saying…

We just can't do that, you know…

You look good.

You look very good.

Honestly.

Thanks.

Fancy a drink?

Well, anyway…

It's a funny coincidence

running into each other here--

Not really. Bologna isn't a big town.

Yeah, sure.

Last time we saw each other,

you were seeing that guy, that--

-Carlo.

-Carlo, that's right.

Carlo.

He's not here, is he?

We've been having problems lately.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, you're not.

Come on, it was clear that you were…

Well, that your relationship was like…

just a temporary one.

How long have you been together?

A few months?

Three years.

Three years?

That's almost as long as we were.

I guess your parents like him.

-Why are you having problems?

-My parents liked you.

Your dad hated me. You didn't answer me.

Well, maybe he hated you a bit, but…

not much considering

he nearly lost his sight

when you blew up his TV

during the Italy vs. Russia match.

And you never apologized to me or him.

It imploded,

and you're still not answering.

We fell out because after three years,

he believes we should get married.

-Imploded?

-I knew there was something.

Get married? Be careful about marriage.

He's not the right man.

How do you know if you don't know him?

Now you're not answering.

The cathode tube implodes,

it doesn't explode.

Electrons flow through the vacuum.

And I told your father a thousand times

to sit further away.

I just wanted him to enjoy

the football match. Those three lines--

Sorry, Giorgio. It's eleven o'clock…

How can you watch a match with lines?

-I have to go. I've got a class tomorrow.

-Wait.

I'll drive you home.

Since when do you have a car?

Excuse the interior.

I built this car for the engineering exam.

I thought it'd be interesting

to make something practical.

And I focused a bit more

on the engine than the interior.

To speed things up,

I used my grandma's sofa as seats.

She's dead now anyway.

-Grandma Margherita is dead?

-Yes, two months ago.

-She couldn't take our breaking up.

-We split up three years ago. Come on.

Yes, it was a slow decline.

She deteriorated slowly.

-Giorgio…

-Can you remind me why we split up?

Because being with you is too risky.

You have to take risks

if you want to try and change the world.

You're hardly changing the world

getting rid of three lines on a TV.

-It's beautiful, you know?

-What is?

-The car.

-Thank you!

It's weird, but…

you built a car by yourself,

and it works. It runs!

It might not be Diabolik's Jaguar but--

Whose Jaguar did you say?

Diabolik's.

-Diabolik, The King of Terror.

-Who's he?

The new comic everyone's talking about!

-Never heard of it, honestly.

-It's great.

Basically, it's about

this very clever thief

who always wears… who always wears a mask…

-They want us.

-Do they? Okay, let's pull over.

Hello.

Yes.

-Good evening.

-Evening.

Is there a reason why

this vehicle has no license plate?

Because I didn't buy this vehicle.

I actually built it.

This car has no license plate?

To be honest,

I didn't think about that at all.

All right, if you want to be funny,

step outside, please.

Driving license and registration.

Salvatore, check their criminal records.

And here we are.

Let me explain.

I built this car with my own hands,

because I'm an engineer.

So it's the same principle

as with the license plate.

I don't have a registration

nor driving license--

You drove me around

without a driving license?

-I drove you. I didn't force you, did I?

-Yes.

-You insisted.

-I insisted?

I'd have never driven you around Bologna

in a car with no plate,

no driving license, half-drunk--

Did you say "drunk"?

No, I'm not drunk.

I lost a drinking game.

Actually, I didn't lose--

Salvatore, so do these two

have criminal records?

I'm a lawyer, address us politely.

We're not "these two," thanks.

That's right. She's my lawyer.

So let's keep calm.

Giorgio, I'm not your lawyer.

I'm an international law associate.

Bummer. Bloody useless international law…

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