The Tiger and the Snow Page #3

As easy as seeing a tiger in the snow.

When I do, we will be together forever.

Off to Tibet with us then,

it always snows on tigers there.

But we live in Rome.

Snow falling on a tiger in Rome!

I get it.

Please stay and sleep with me.

You've got a man here who loves you.

A man who loves you is

a sight worth seeing, isn't it?

It's a cold, grey world outside, stay here.

We can have a nice hot bath together.

I'll dry you,

I'll wrap you in a blue bathrobe.

You know what you are, Blondie!

You're on big son of a b*tch!

All this, every evening for me,

you've forgotten one thing though,

the champagne.

Explain the rest later,

but I want to know how you did that.

You know, tricks of the trade.

But just as I said "champagne".

A bit of luck.

Here, Vittoria.

I want to do with you

what the spring does with cherries.

Now, now, now.

You haven't said anything about the house.

I'd move this table,

I'll finish my champagne then go...

and your books, don't try and stop me,

shouldn't be on the floor,

it's a bit too bohemian.

There's a time for everything,

peach trees don't bloom in December.

This green wall's hideous.

I long to feel your arms around me.

This floor...but I can't...

is office-like.

I'm not sure if I should stay or go.

What'll I do? You decide.

My compliments on your apartment.

I think I know what you're getting

at about the apartment,

I think this is the best solution.

As far as the floor's concerned,

let's leave it as it is.

About the table,

I agree with you, I'd move it,

and make more space,

I'd put two armchairs there.

For the fittings, I know

a carpenter downstairs, so that's sorted.

The floor we said leave as it,

the ceiling isn't great...

I wasn't really planning

on staying here long,

I'm only renting and

I can't remember when my lease ends.

All I know is

that tonight'll never come back.

There's just one word

on the great clock of time, now.

But you're right about one thing, my love.

That green wall has got to go.

Where are you going?

I'm going to put on the blue bathrobe.

If only you knew what I have inside of me,

fleets of minesweepers dropping

death-charges into my chest,

torpedoing my thorax,

circumnavigating my heart.

Now I can tell you, I was Verona,

and in Piazza dell'Esquilino.

Two and a quarter hours!

I'm ashamed to say,

I was in Catania too, I never told you.

I dream of you every night,

always the same dream, always you.

I see you everywhere,

my whole life hears you.

In all creation

I feel the beating of your heart.

You these books,

the bubbles in my champagne,

you're the flame of these candles,

these trees,

you're down the street...

Vittoria?

Vittoria!

I'll fix her, when I catch her!

Vittoria, I'll sue you!

I'll take you to court!

Vittoria! Vittoria!

Wait!

Vittoria!

Stop!

Vittoria!

Stop this tram!

Driver, stop!

Vittoria!

You know what you are?

You're one big daughter of a b*tch!

It's raining!

It rains on the city,

like tears in my heart.

Oh my beloved,

all creation overflows with passion,

and like a golden comet in the sky,

from my mouth bursts forth this cry.

"Kiss me!"

Please my love.

I said kiss me.

Attilio. Attilio!

It's her, the symbolism is so obvious!

I know, I guessed it right away

but I'm not kissing a kangaroo,

it's revolting.

Revolting? Goodbye then,

you'll never see me again.

Oh!

Vittoria!

I wasn't talking to you.

Vittoria!

Stop!

What a coincidence!

Vittoria!

I was walking along thinking of

everything except you...

Vittoria!

What are you doing, leaving?

Okay, I get the message.

Since I know you're leaving,

I just came to tell you this.

It's all over between us,

you'll never see me again.

Goodbye forever!

Sorry, I forgot to tell you something.

Oh Vittoria! Vittoria! Vittoria! Vittoria!

Peace! Peace!

You tell him,

I can't in half an hour, Attorney.

Go to prison? But I'm in the right!

- This is an act of violence.

- War's an act of violence.

Hanging out the peace

banner never hurt anyone.

I can't in half an hour.

Professor!

Yes?

Mamma Mia, what a bang!

Almost killed me!

What the...

Stop hopping about like that.

Will you please stop hopping?

Vittoria, I will not get into your pouch,

I won't fit, be a good girl.

Don't kiss me,

I know it's you but stop it.

Behave, Vittoria.

Vittoria...

Yes, speaking.

Who is it?

Who?

Fuad, what a nice surprise!

I'm glad, how are you?

What's wrong?

Vittoria? Of course.

She's there with you, right?

She talked about me, eh?

What happened?

Is she dead?

I don't know,

I just came back from the hospital.

The doctor is afraid she won't make it

through the night.

She's alive but there's nothing to be done,

We've got no medicine or supplies here.

We'd nearly finished out work,

we were walking in Baghdad,

there was an explosion, a building fell.

What?

I don't know, when I opened my eyes

she was lying there unconscious.

What's the hospital called?

I'll be there right away, see you soon.

See you soon in Baghdad.

I'll call you as soon as I arrive.

Carla, it's me, I know, sorry but...

Everything's fine, don't worry.

They're both fine, they're asleep.

I've got to go away right now.

I'm not sure when, please don't start.

I've got to go, I don't know when.

Come early tomorrow morning,

I'll leave the keys out,

you look after Rosa and Emilia.

- Good morning.

- Yes?

I'd like a ticket to Baghdad,

first available flight.

What?

I said I'd like a ticket to Baghdad,

first available flight.

- Maybe I misheard.

- What's the problem?

Not again.

- I am at the airport, aren't I?

- Of course.

I'd like a ticket to Baghdad please.

Perhaps you haven't heard,

but there's a war in Iraq.

There are no flights,

there's no longer an airport!

- I have to go to Baghdad.

- You can't!

There must be an airport near Baghdad!

Give me a ticket for

an airport near Baghdad

then I'll take a taxi, boat, or walk,

that's up to me.

- Give me the nearest airport

- Nearest to what?

"Baghdad!"

Where do you want to go?

No, just wanted to know...

no time to waste.

You're very kind, extremely kind, goodbye.

Everything okay?

A ticket for Baghdad!

Was he joking?

Hi Eleonora, what's for dinner?

They sent the certificate back,

you've got to call them.

- How are you? You look tired.

- The usual stuff...

Apart from this morning

some guy comes in all agitated

asking for a ticket to Baghdad!

Imagine, wanting to go to Baghdad

that game day!

A ticket for Baghdad? What was he like?

Quite ordinary looking.

Like that guy there.

That guy there unloading

the crates in Iraq.

It's the splitting image!

Eleonora!

That's him!

Will you help me drain the pasta?

How the hell did he manage that?

No, these stay here in Basra,

those are got Baghdad.

Where's Gauzzelli?

- What is it?

- We've got to leave for Baghdad.

- We haven't gotten the okay.

- Yes we have, from Mrs. Serao.

- Come on, let's go now.

- Start it up!

- Mrs. Serao!

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