Under The Tuscan Sun Page #6

Excuse me.

- Could you give me a lift?

- With pleasure.

Grazie.

Grazie.

I could wait and take you back.

Thanks, but I've got

my boyfriend.

Marcello!

Marcello!

Francesca.

Wait there, I'm coming down.

Francesca.

Look how beautiful you are.

It's incredible to see you.

Every time we made plans,

it didn't happen.

So this time, I thought

I'll surprise you.

I am surprised.

What brings you to Positano?

What brings me to Positano?

What brings me to Positano?

Marcello.

We're going to be late.

One moment, darling.

I'll be right there.

Wow.

I came at a bad time.

Francesca, wait.

Wait. Wait!

I'm sorry you're hurt.

But what did you expect?

What did I expect?

You came to Bramasole.

You left that note.

I thought that you...

Wait.

Just a minute.

Months ago,

we had a beautiful affair.

And if you think I wanted more

of you after that, you're right.

Because I did, of course.

You're a fantastic woman,

Francesca.

But we were never able

to come together again,

even though we tried.

And this sort of thing

must come naturally.

I told you.

There was my friend.

She was going to have a baby.

There were many,

many other things.

Important things you had to do.

And you couldn't wait.

Right?

Don't worry, Francesca.

Don't worry.

There is nothing to regret.

Do you regret this?

I don't...

There is someone for you,

Francesca.

Goodbye.

Francesca!

She's in the fountain!

- Who is in the fountain?

- The crazy blonde!

What's going on here?

She is Sylvia

in "La Dolce Vita."

She's very good, actually.

Is she drunk?

I hope so.

You know, in "La Dolce Vita,"

he goes in and he gets her.

Mastroianni. He goes in,

and he fishes her out.

Katherine.

Thank you.

Do you think I make

a good Sylvia?

You were wonderful.

Oh.

Here.

I see Zeus is gone.

Back to Mount Olympus.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be.

I'm fine now.

There's nothing like a fountain

and a magnum of French champagne

to put you right again.

Really?

What do you think?

Oh.

You know who I really love

the most from all the films?

Cabiria.

You remember at the end

when another man has left her

in the most terrible way,

and she thinks

it's all over for her?

Then she sees some children

playing in the street,

making music.

And before she knows it...

she's smiling again.

That's what Fefe always said.

No matter what happens...

always keep

your childish innocence.

It's the most important thing.

You're back?

What happened?

How'd it go with Marcello?

I don't want to talk about it.

Chiara's here.

She's upset.

She's out in the garden

talking with Pawel.

I can't talk about it now.

Oh. Fran.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid! Stupid!

Stupid!

Stupid!

Aah!

What more can I do?

It's okay.

It's not your fault.

Babbo.

I want to ask your permission

to marry your daughter.

It's nice,

but it's out of the question.

I have come here

to ask your permission

to marry your daughter.

I will love her forever, and I

know that I will make her happy.

All young men say this.

Sometimes it's true.

Never.

Never?

What about you two?

Don't be ridiculous.

I hate him half of the time.

Placido, don't you want

Chiara to be happy in love?

Happy.

Happy is about a lot of things.

It's not just

about young passion.

This doesn't last, Chiara,

and when it's over,

what you will have left

is nothing.

He has nothing to offer you.

I have everything to offer her.

Everything.

Pawel, let's go.

Chiara!

Wait. Wait.

Won't you give your blessing?

What if this is it?

The real thing.

A love that lasts forever.

What you describe

is all in fairy tales.

No, it's not.

And how do you know?

From personal experience?

No, I looked for it,

and I didn't find it.

But that doesn't mean

it doesn't exist.

That's exactly what it means.

No one has had it.

I did!

I had a great love.

Mamma!

Your father...

a great love.

And I'll never forget it.

Mamma! Mamma!

He's a poor Polish laborer.

He is nobody.

He has no family!

That's not true.

He has me.

I'm his family.

I'm his family.

Chiara.

Pawel.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Okay, yes.

Okay.

Mamma!

What are you thinking?

What do I think?

Tell me.

I think you got your wish.

My wish?

That day we looked

for your snake

you said to me that you wanted

there to be a wedding here.

Yeah.

And you said you wanted there

to be a family here.

You're right.

I got my wish.

I got everything

that I asked for.

Mi scusi.

You are looking for the American

writer who lives here,

and you found her.

If you don't mind, I'll just...

There.

It was crawling on you.

A ladybug.

Huh.

Do I know you?

Not really.

You reviewed

one of my books once.

Did I like it?

Not very much.

- Oh, no.

- Don't worry.

It was, by far, the very best

bad review I've ever received.

You're kidding.

I'm not.

It helped me get to

my next book.

Anyway, I've been traveling

around Tuscany.

Someone said that

you lived up here.

I'm Ed.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Frances.

Hi.

Hi.

There's a wedding going on.

This isn't your wedding.

That would be unfortunate.

They say they built

the train tracks over the Alps

before there was a train

that could make the trip.

They built it anyway.

They knew one day

the train would come.

Any arbitrary turning

along the way,

and I would be elsewhere.

I would be different.

What are four walls, anyway?

They are what they contain.

The house protects the dreamer.

Unthinkably good things can

happen, even late in the game.

It's such a surprise.

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