Saturn in Opposition Page #4

always asked him to bring me to Rome...

I've never been.

It took this terrible misfortune.

But I used to work.

I was a hairdresser.

Who'd have imagined!

- I didn't want to leave.

- What did you want?

To tell her the truth,

I couldn't stand lying anymore...

...not about

something so important.

Rules exist even for relationships.

Can't the rules change?

In my fairy-tales, when the protagonist

and the prince finally get together...

He can't tell her

he loves another woman too.

Two people live "happily

ever after", not three.

What are you talking about?

Fairy-tales, rules...

But you do just as you like,

are you the only one allowed?

I can't because I'm not

talented, not creative?

Only you have the right,

because no one ever leaves you?

They're all around you like puppies...

You're the chief, the artist,

you have control over everybody.

It's about you and Angelica, not me!

Exactly. Angelica and I

have always shared everything,

But now she's not supposed to

know anything about me?

Suddenly I'm a stranger. I'm her

husband, but I'm also Antonio...

...now Antonio is experiencing something

new. Does this change me, am I different?

I can't understand that.

Even so, can't she

experience this with me?

Philosophical masturbation.

You wanna get laid, get laid!

I can't separate myself from her.

I can?

Oh God, Davide!

I'm sorry.

Pato? Pato?

Is he suffering?

Maybe, we don't know.

Why are you here

in the middle of the night?

- Isn't his friend enough?

- Davide fell asleep.

Get some sleep yourself.

I can't.

I have a horrible horoscope too.

I don't expect a happy ending.

Maybe I'm already at the end.

I do drugs.

Did you ever do drugs?

No, I crochet.

What kind of drugs?

Everything, except heroin.

All I do is doilies,

but my next step is knitting.

So you could knit scarves,

everyone loves scarves.

Ever think of getting a

complete check-up, a blood test?

You should, you're still so young.

If they saw what's in my blood,

they'd put me behind bars.

- You're a pessimist.

- No, I'm a loser.

Your friend's father

wants to take him away...

- Did you know that?

- Where does he want to take him?

Up north, where he lives, to a hospital

for the terminally ill. If he survives.

None of us would know.

He didn't tell us, not even Davide.

He's not obliged to tell you.

Who are you though?

You're just his friends and,

in this case, you don't count sh*t.

I'm sorry. I get a little

foul-mouthed after 3 A.M.

Vittorio really wanted

to see Lorenzo's home.

- He knows, I asked him myself.

- Nice painting, isn't it?

- How about some coffee?

- I'd like to see my son's room.

Here.

Here are his things. They're mixed with

mine, we wear each other's things, often.

How lucky. Do you

wear each other's shoes too?

Come with me,

let's leave them alone.

- Does Lorenzo sleep here?

- Yes.

And it's your room too.

Yes, of course.

- Is this house yours?

- It's ours.

Of course, but you own it.

- I bought it before I met Lorenzo.

- He's your guest.

No, it's his as well. When we

remodeled it, he paid his share.

And a lot of things belong to him.

- Are you that way too?

- What way?

Like them, like him, I mean.

- In grief?

- No, gay!

- Me gay? No! I'm a fag.

- I see. Isn't it the same thing?

Yes, but I'm old-fashioned.

He bought the sofa with his first

paycheck... He wanted a wide screen TV.

The DVDs and

the videocassettes are his.

- Have you a co-signed bank account?

- Yes, we do.

But Davide makes more money.

- Sergio, that's not the point.

- How about that coffee?

Please.

We can make an inventory

of what's his and what's mine.

I'm not here for an inventory,

I just want to understand.

There's not

much to understand.

For me there is.

A great deal.

Don't go by appearances,

Vittorio loves his son very much.

Is that why he kicked him out?

He didn't kick him out,

Lorenzo wanted to leave.

Once he came out, the

atmosphere at home was strained.

It was a shock,

he didn't want that kind of son.

What kind then?

What does a father

expect his son to be?

An aviator?

I like you, you make me laugh!

- Not as much as you make me.

- Really?

It's a compliment, believe me.

His son was happy, wasn't he?

Was he?

Lorenzo makes other people

happy and you know why?

Because he's not afraid

of expressing his feelings.

He always hated me, I never

tried to replace his mother...

I wanted his father to accept him.

It's not a matter of

acceptance, but of sharing.

Ah, sharing.

- How's it going?

- No improvement.

- I meant you.

- Fine.

- Work?

- Fine.

- At home?

- Fine.

- So, everything's fine.

- Yes.

Don't worry, the doctors

won't authorize his transfer...

- He's in no condition to be moved.

- Is he dying?

Ask the doctors.

You're doing all you can for him?

It's our duty. Do

you have any complaints?

I meant something else. Look!

Even though we're always here, I'd like

you to know... If there's no more hope,

- If he should go on suffering...

- What are you getting at?

Don't misunderstand me,

I didn't mean to...

Then not another word.

Bye.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I hear you do floral arrangements

for weddings, parties and baptisms.

- Yes, sure.

- And for divorces too?

I've never had to.

That's odd. You're doing all

you can to cause a divorce.

- Who are you?

- I'm here for Antonio.

- Did he send you?

- No.

- Did his wife?

- No!

If she finds out, she'll kill me.

I like to meddle, I can't help it.

When I care for a friend,

I want to know what he's involved in.

Do you love him?

I don't even know if he loves me.

How long does it take to make

this kind of arrangement?

Almost all day.

I have an urge to rip it apart!

- Would it resolve anything?

- I'd take one less tranquillizer.

Then do it. I really mean it, or...

Let's do it together,

one less tranquillizer for me too.

I can't, I'd be your accomplice.

...and I don't collaborate

with the enemy.

I'm on Angelica's side.

- At first we just slept together.

- And now?

- I don't know.

- There's a lot on your plate...

Because you have a lover who's available

and who really needs your consoling.

Be kind to him, do it for us.

Not now, we have to clean him

and change the drip.

Let's go get some coffee?

Hello.

They wouldn't let me in,

I thought you might be here.

Lorenzo has gone to sleep.

- How long will it take to move him?

- It depends...

- You want to take him up north?

- Yes, to bury him next to his mother.

Funeral services

will handle the transfer.

- He wanted to be cremated.

- Do you have that in writing?

No, we just talked about it.

- What have you decided?

- Do we have to decide right away?

If you want to say goodbye,

they'll be putting him away soon.

Excuse me!

Lorenzo Marchetti's relatives?

- Yes, that's us.

- Come this way.

Want me to come home this evening?

It's better if you don't.

You're right.

I did what Lorenzo wanted,

he'll be cremated.

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