The Music of Silence Page #3

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This time, and only this time,

you can borrow one from someone else.

I'll read it for you.

You! Keep quiet.

Bardi, start reading.

Bardi...

Rig ht,

now I would like you or your

parents to explain to me

how on earth you have been

registered for this school?

Please tell me how am I

supposed, in your condition,

to expect you to undertake a translation

as I would a normal child?

If someone could read to

me, I could translate it.

No, Bardi, it doesn't work that way.

No one may read it to you.

The future elite do not

rely on the help of others.

[bell]

We will discuss this next time again.

The next lesson is physical

education so please go to the gym.

You too, Bardi.

I'll take you.

- Thank you.

- Let me take your stuff.

I'm Adriano, by the way.

You don't know me, but I

was at the Caff Margherita

-when you won the prize.

- Oh, yes.

You're a great singer.

- I used to be.

- I play some guitar, too, you know?

[Bocelli] I have never forgotten

that generous strong hand,

it was the beginning

of a deep friendship.

A study all of your own? Lucky you.

It's a gift from my father.

It was the old tractor shed

where they kept all the farm implements.

It was my favorite

place when I was little.

On the other hand, the piano

was a gift from my uncle.

Why don't you sing something?

One of those beautiful things you sing?

I don't sing anymore. I fiddle

around on the piano a bit,

I listen to a lot of music, but when

I hear myself I want to vomit.

[soft chuckle]

Well, sing without listening.

Like I do, at least I have fun.

Not for me. Singing was my dream.

There are other ways of

having fun, you know?

[Adriano sings "ll Gabbiano"]

Watch on the left. A big curve,

it's a big curve on the left.

THREE YEARS LATER...

On the left! Right here.

Yeah, that's it! That's it! Go for it!

Woo-hoo!

Slow down, slow down a bit.

[people chattering]

What's your name?

Amos.

Come with me.

Do you know the story of Andr Chenier?

- No.

- Ah, so, Andr Chenier

is a revolutionary poet,

in love with Maddalena...

Sit.

I love it when you talk, but I

love it more when you don't.

[door opens]

That's him.

Sorry... sorry.

Thank God.

It's five in the morning.

I've had enough of this. Every night.

He does nothing but waste

time with his lay about.

Now his schoolwork is

a complete disaster!

I think I found the right person.

Your mother is convinced

that I am a genius,

but I'm going to tell

you right away, I'm not.

I am a retired bank manager

and my hobby is collecting mushrooms.

Where is the study book

for tomorrow's lesson?

And, by the way, I have an

elementary school diploma,

my parents didn't have the money

to send me to middle and

upper school like you.

I see you like music.

Have you ever applied

yourself seriously to it?

I'm not interested in

jobs blind people do.

Masseurs, telephone

operators, musicians.

Amos, it's not important what you do,

it's important how you do it.

Sit at the table.

Ah! Ah!

"After the Second World War, Italy

underwent a grave economic crisis,

but at the same time, the Marshall Plan

was feeding an industrial revolution."

"Petrarca, like Dante, was obliged

to flee from his native city

along with the other

followers of the white party.

He was unjustly accused of

having officially used a false deed

and was condemned..."

[continues indistinct]

"...and these, although they

fail to satisfy the requirements

of a modern thinker, may

therefore be regarded..."

[Bocelli] Ettore successfully got me

through my high school graduation.

Even Adriano graduated.

Thanks to Ettore I could have had a place

at university studying jurisprudence,

that was what was expected of me,

but, somehow, it turned out differently.

[music playing]

Yeah!

- What's the name of the group?

- Adriamos.

Adriamos?

[playing "ll Gabbiano"]

[Bocelli narrating] I abandoned

my dream to be an opera singer

and took Adriano's advice to

sing without listening to myself.

At least I could play music,

and maybe even earn a living.

["Il Gabbiano" continues]

Yes... not bad.

Problem is, it's neither

one thing nor another.

The voice is pleasant, though.

The question is:
is it original?

And what in your opinion is original?

Something new, something different.

Different from what? What is your criterion

apart from your own personal taste?

Listen here, young man.

Let me to you, give up your

music, go and find another 'yob.

Out there, there are plenty of jobs

that will satisfy your

undeniable talent.

You mean like masseur,

telephone operator, piano tuner?

Or a Mister-know-it-all, like you?

A**hole, just get out!

And let me put your mind at ease:

you will never, ever be a singer. Ever!

Umberto, your heart.

[piano playing]

Thanks for bringing him along.

Yes, and good-looking, too.

Which doesn't hurt.

Gives him personality,

and he's so good-looking.

Yes, you just said that already.

What about your voice, do you sing?

- A little.

- Show me.

Sing "ll Diavolo e I'Angelo",

it's a song we wrote ourselves.

[sings "ll Diavolo e I'Angelo"]

If only I were 20 years younger.

[laughing] Rosa, take away

twenty years and you're still ugly.

He may think me beautiful,

because I'm beautiful inside.

[laughing]

[singing continues]

Do you like it? What?

Hey!

Can you play something that doesn't

sound like we're at a funeral, please?

- Like?

- Rock and Roll, a**hole.

- What's wrong?

- Anything that doesn't put me to sleep.

Can't, I'm afraid, house rules.

[chuckles]

- What's up?

- The usual loser-musician.

Up his own ass!

[laughter]

[laughter continues]

[keys play loudly]

[Plays "Libiamo"]

[sings "Libiamo"]

I'm so sorry, I'll take

care of this right away.

- Wait. He's fantastic!

- He's right.

Alice! Alice, you have to go.

Please, sing for me, it's my birthday.

- Come on! Alice!

-[all chanting] Alice!

Yes. Yes, let's do it.

[playing "Libiamo"]

[both singing "Libiamo"]

[applause]

Bravi!

[woman] Please, come, join us, please.

Giorgia, would you let them sit?

-[woman] Auguri!

-[man] Auguri!

[woman] Auguri!

Hi, my name is Elena.

Thank you for your

present, it was wonderful.

I didn't give you a present.

Yes, you did. You sang for me.

- You made me cry.

- I made you cry on your birthday?

Yes... [mumbles] Don't

worry. I... I loved it.

What do you do when you're

not at the Boccaccio?

Oh, well, I'm still at school.

It's like being in prison, you know?

I can't wait to be free.

Yes, freedom is...

...beautiful.

I mean, it is much better

than being in prison.

-[giggles] Yeah.

- Sorry, I'm...

...talking nonsense.

No, you're funny.

- Really?

- Yes.

Listen, if you want, we could meet again

and maybe you could hear more nonsense.

Give me your hand.

Here's my present.

[playing slow tempo song]

[misses notes]

- What's with you today?

- I need a break.

A break? Another break? It's

like our third break today.

Listen, just call her, will you?

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