Rose Island Page #7

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Giorgio, are you listening?

Did you think about heating?

It's important.

We'll freeze to death in a month.

We have to find a solution.

Rudy… What do you think?

Well… I don't know, guys.

An island is a summer place.

In my experience,

it's hard to attract guests in the autumn.

What do you mean it's hard?

This is an independent state.

We can't shut down for the season.

We have citizens now.

What about you, Franca? What do you think?

I'm almost six months pregnant.

I don't know how much longer I can stay.

We've been talking about

our first natural-born citizen for months!

The midwife said she won't come.

She says it's too dangerous.

She can't be bothered, more like.

-Don't worry. I'll find someone else.

-You, Pietro?

What are your plans?

Come on,

what kind of plans can Pietro have?

Come on, guys.

Let's try to be a bit positive.

Being negative doesn't help.

What did they offer you?

So the roof--

What did you say?

What did they offer you?

Wait a minute,

am I the only one

who wasn't offered anything?

-Enough, Maurizio.

-What do you mean "Enough, Maurizio"?

You knew about this and didn't tell me?

What did they offer you?

You're using the baby excuse,

but what did they offer you?

You even had the guts to make up excuses.

What were you offered?

-Hi, Mom.

-Hi.

I've never watched daytime TV.

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's my fault.

I didn't think they'd go this far.

What did they offer you?

Two beach clubs…

of my choosing.

Two beach clubs.

We made all those sacrifices

to pay for your education…

and now you're going to be

a beach club manager.

There's always a time

when you have to say yes.

Isn't there?

That's what you say.

They said my performance was below

the standard expected by the company.

I've never taken an extra day off,

and I haven't called in sick

in five years.

I've always done what I was asked to do.

Say no, Giorgio.

Say no this time too.

Excuse me. I'm really sorry.

Excuse me. I beg your pardon.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Could you move over?

Could you move over?

It's urgent. I have to… Sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Thank you. Sorry.

I'm really sorry. Thank you.

What are you doing here?

I've been looking for you. Where were you?

Do you know Carlo,

the man I'm about to marry?

Carlo! Nice to meet you. I'm Giorgio.

Gabriella's told me all about you.

Carlo. Nice to meet you.

-What's up, sweetheart?

-Nothing, don't worry.

Listen, it's not a disco.

It's not a disco at all.

It's a real state, a free one.

So real that they're now attacking us.

So now you have to fight my case.

Okay. Sorry, honey. I'll be right back.

Let's go.

-I'm sorry, it's an urgent matter.

-Excuse us, please. Sorry.

You shouldn't have written to the UN.

You pissed them off.

I wanted to prove

that we are a free and independent state.

Yes, you're free geographically,

but an Italian citizen remains so

even outside territorial waters.

Not if they choose otherwise.

That's why we started issuing passports.

That's exactly the point.

You could be right

but they'd never admit it

as it could set a dangerous precedent.

So? Who can help me?

I don't know, maybe a priest.

Come on! There must be someone,

a judge, an agency, I don't know.

A bloody King Solomon

who deals with cases like these!

The Council of Europe in Strasbourg

handles disputes between states.

Perfect, let's go then.

Where?

To Strasbourg!

Giorgio, private citizens

cannot go to the Council of Europe.

But I have a state,

and I'm going with my lawyer, you.

International law is your field.

I'm offering you

the adventure of a lifetime.

To save an independent state.

Will you come?

Giorgio…

Fine.

IMPOUNDED VEHICLE

And so…

I ended up here.

"And so I ended up here."

Is that all?

Yes.

Thank you.

Major, accept my congratulations

on behalf of the Italian people.

It wasn't an easy task.

Thank you, Minister.

How much did it cost us?

They're four poor souls, sir.

We got away with a bar,

one club permit, one passport,

and a sailing boat.

And what about what's his name, Orlandi?

Maurizio Orlandi.

He's an alcoholic. All he does is drink.

It's pointless talking to people like him.

Well done, Major.

Why are you whispering?

To avoid bothering you, sir.

Whispering bothers me.

What did you tell him?

Nothing important, Minister.

No… I don't like the face you pulled.

What did he tell you?

Giorgio Rosa…

is at the Council of Europe.

It doesn't mean anything, sir.

He's just sightseeing.

They don't see private citizens.

The Council of Europe decided to see him

after he spent a week in the lobby.

They called an emergency meeting,

and Giorgio Rosa gave his version.

Fine.

It's incredible.

I don't know how you did it.

You told an incredible story.

Whatever the outcome,

this will go down in history.

You have no idea

what is about to happen here today.

Translate.

They will start a dossier on it,

and they will review the case. Go on.

Basically, the Council of Europe

will deliberate on your island.

It went well?

Can someone please answer the phone?

So, Giorgio,

you should not let your guard down.

Maybe we should talk

to some legal experts.

Can someone answer the phone?

Hello?

Yes.

Mr. Tomà.

It's urgent.

Not now, get a message. I'll call back.

No… It's the Italian Minister

of Internal Affairs.

It's not for you.

He wants to talk to Mr. Rosa.

Hello?

When I was a boy,

I had one passion:

cycling.

I was able to perfectly combine

my political activity

with some decent results

in some local cycling competitions.

Then suddenly, I had to quit.

In 1947, I quit cycling for good,

because…

every God-given day,

myself and some 551 poor idiots,

had to write

a list of numbered sentences,

which would become

the foundation of this republic

which was about to be born.

You have to think of everything, you know.

Consider all variables.

If you get one wrong, it all falls apart,

and the freedom

we had fought so hard for, will vanish.

Reading those little sentences today,

I believe we got our odds right.

And you,

you insignificant piece of sh*t,

would like to be the exception

to that perfect calculation?

You talk about freedom,

but yours is a conditional freedom.

Absolute freedom simply scares you.

You don't hate me for what I've done,

but for what I could do.

I'm outside territorial waters.

It doesn't concern you.

You act like a big man,

but then you write to the UN,

and you go to the Council of Europe.

I'd say you're not really an anarchist

if you need someone to acknowledge you.

You've built a 400-square-meter-platform

with four idiots

and you think that's a state?

But you haven't got the slightest idea

of what it takes

to secure the freedom

of 40 million people.

I won't take lessons

from someone who had a man fired

after 30 years just to intimidate me!

Do yourself a favor, get away from there.

Save yourself the humiliation.

You're on your own,

and you haven't a hope.

The Council of Europe

has just agreed to examine my case,

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