Such a tragedy.
A whole family.
Who told them to ride a bicycle 50 feet in the air?
And they're from Roma.
They should have been buried in Roma.
Just because they die here
doesn't give them the right to clutter up our cemetery.
- Buon Giorno! - Buon Giorno!
How long has the doctor been here?
About 20 minutes.
I don't think it's serious.
That poor man.
He doesn't know whether to pray for her to get better or worse.
You don't pray for someone to get worse.
God doesn't like that.
So you know what God likes and doesn't like?
He doesn't like me to win at cards.
Hah hah hah!
What happened? What's wrong?
She was coughing.
It's nothing, Marcello.
Cecilia shouldn't have bothered the doctor.
So why did you?
She's my sister.
I have a right to call when you're not here, as usual.
What do you mean, "as usual"?
Well, who's been waiting tables all day?
I don't know, but there are four men downstairs who need coffee.
Well, let them get their own. I don't get paid for this, you know.
Marcello, was that necessary?
I'm sorry, but I see the doctor's car and I get palpitations.
Take the poor man downstairs and give him a drink.
He was up all night at the Borglione house.
She had twins.
Healthy? No complications?
They're all fine. Relax.
How was the funeral?
It was a funeral...
a lot of tears, a lot of sighs, and into the ground.
Now only three more graves left.
And Pavone and Aprea are heading for two of them.
How is Pavone? Any improvement?
There is nothing I can do for him.
You could call a specialist.
The only specialist he needs is a stone mason.
What about Aprea?
Does he need blood? I'll give him blood.
No, no, no, no, Marcello.
You can't give any more blood. You gave blood yesterday.
You can't keep everyone in the whole town alive.
I can try.
Roseanna's right.
You can't play God.
Anyone in Trevento could drop dead at any minute...
heart attack,
lungs collapsing, kidney failure,
brain tumor, blood poisoning...
Then you're not doing your job!
What's the matter?
It's on the high end of normal.
That good?
It means you're stressed.
I'll give you some pills.
You're a nice man, Sergio. Have a Fernet-Branca.
I'd rather get paid.
Why don't people pay their doctor?
Is it because I don't leave anything behind?
You'd pay me if I delivered tomatoes or veal chops.
People don't pay you because they have no money
and they think you have a lot.
A gynecologist in Roma has a lot.
A plastic surgeon in Milan.
I don't have enough to take my wife to the sea for a few days...
...so you know where we're going? - Where?
The attic of our house.
There's a window that faces the sea.
It's 30 kilometers away,
but we are going to pray for a very high tide.
Sergio, when you leave,
go out the back and take a couple of eggs.
You owe me 10,000 eggs.
Then take the chicken and bring it back when we're even.
Corpus Cristo.
- Roseanna. - Father.
How are you doing?
We're still discussing that with God.
And I'm sure He's listening.
Ciao.
Eh, Cecilia, do you remember me? Antonio.
I know who you are.
I thought you might have forgotten.
I've been away a long time.
- Law school, wasn't it? - Yes.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
What is Marcello doing?
My sister is very ill.
She has a bad heart,
and her one wish is to be buried in the cemetery,
and there's only a few graves left.
And Marcello doesn't want anyone else to die.
He doesn't want any accidents.
Helmet! Helmet!
Helmet, you guys! You guys could get killed!
That is very moving.
It's absurd, and it's all your uncle's fault.
My uncle?
Well, you know he owns the land next to the cemetery,
and the church has offered to buy, and he won't sell.
Not even half an acre.
This... this is the first I've heard of it.
Scusi. Scusi. I think I'd like to go home now, eh?
Of course.
Buon Giorno.
Antonio.
Stop it! Stop it!
Seatbelt! Seatbelt!
Seatbelt! Ha ha ha ha! Seatbelt!
Buon Giorno!
Nice of you to join us.
What do you mean by that?
We need another waiter more than we need a traffic cop.
Cecilia, you should remember you're a guest in my house.
Oh, really?
I thought I was my sister's nurse and unpaid waitress.
I didn't realize I was a guest.
Perhaps tomorrow you bring me breakfast in bed
with fresh orange juice.
Hey, hey, why are you always fighting with Cecilia?
She's family.
I don't want her to feel like family.
I want her to feel like a guest. Like then I can ask her to leave.
Marcello! She gave up her life in Rome to look after me.
I can look after you.
When did she last see a movie or go out on a date, eh?
She's such a princess. She says to me once,
"I don't want to be with a man with dirt under his nails,"
which rules out almost every man in this province.
Antonio has beautiful hands,
and he was making sheep's eyes at her at church this morning.
Typical of your sister to impress a Capestro.
- Too much oregano. - She's a beautiful woman.
No. You are a beautiful woman.
You walk into a room, and you take all the light, mmm.
Cecilia, she has a certain, uh...
you know, sexy thing going for her.
Sexy?
She has, uh...
she has certain assets,
but what she's got, she makes the men too aware of.
I didn't realize you were aware of my sister's assets.
- I'm not. - You just said you were.
How did this start?
You just said you thought she was sexy.
L... I didn't.
I meant other men do. Some men, not me.
So...
did you talk to Capestro again?
I've raised the offer... 50 million lire.
50 million lire? That is twice what the land is worth.
Marcello!
- More vino. - No more vino!
- What do you mean, no more vino? - You have a long drive home!
You smoke too much.
Marcello!
So, can you go higher?
There is no more money.
We'll buy Emilio Fela's land for a new cemetery.
It's up in the hills above the town.
But it's Roseanna's dying wish.
I know. I know.
I'm coming.
What are you doing?
I was just thinking I'll never wear this again.
I wonder how much I could get for it.
I won't hear of it. It's a family treasure.
It belonged to your grandmother.
I'll sell a kidney.
It's only been in the family 43 years.
In America, a person can reserve a grave in advance.
Doesn't surprise me.
In America, you can do everything without getting out of your car.
I always wanted to see New York.
I always promised to take you there.
And I will.
- First class? - Of course first class.
We will need three seats...
one for you, and two for my coffin.
We don't talk like that.
As long as there is life, there are dreams.
All right. After New York, we go to Paris.
It's full of French people.
Why put ourselves through that?
No, but really, what do you think I could get for this, eh? Huh?
I don't know, eh, but for 100,000 lire, I'll give you a kiss.
What do you have for 200,000?
Eh, what's wrong?
Cecilia, she can hear everything.
It's another reason I hate guests in the house.
Who cares? Don't think about it.
I can't. A moment ago I was like a rod, and now...
Marcello, Marcello, slow down. Slow down, eh?
It's the music. Change the station.
The station... the station...
Good morning, Gianna. How is he?
I've been reading about emphysema.
You don't always die from it.
Once will be enough.
Italy has the worst air in Europe...
so many cars, motorbikes, French restaurants.
You should move to Scottsdale.
- Where? - It's the capital of Arizona.
Arizona? In America?
It's a big open space with no cars.
The air is clear, the days warm,
the nights cool, the sky filled with stars.
So healthy.
If only we had the money...
Eh, I go and get the vase.
Think of it... swimming pools,
cable television,
28 flavors of ice cream.
In two months, you'll be bowling!
I don't want to be buried under cactus.
I want to die in Italy.
Pavone, what are you doing?! Are you crazy or what?
Are you trying to kill yourself and everybody else?
That's oxygen in your nose!
I'm going to die anyway.
Yes, but you'll blow up your nose, then your head,
then the whole hospital.
And in one minute you'll fill up the old cemetery and the new one!
Gianna, you talk to him.
I just heard. I'm sorry.
- I gave him blood, you know. - We are in your debt.
It's the least I could do.
He was a wonderful man.
When he worked for us as a waiter, the tourists loved him.
The way he flirted with them,
they all felt he wanted to marry them.
But of course he didn't. You'd already captured his heart.
So when will they...
Soon.
May I say good-bye?
Good-bye, my old friend.
Godspeed till we meet again.
What?
- What? - What?
Nothing. I just thought I heard...
What?
I don't know. It sounded like "bye-bye. "
Paolo! Paolo!
Go call the doctor, quick!
It was probably nothing.
Maybe I just got excited when he squeezed my hand.
He squeezed your hand?
I don't want to raise false hopes if it's time.
One second ago, he squeezed his hand.
He spoke! He's coming back to life!
It's a miracle! He's said "bye-bye"!
- Maybe it was just a belch. - It's a miracle!
Hello, my baby.
God gave you tightrope walkers to play with, huh?
Don't stand under them.
All right, let me see...
The news... Lilia Palumbo was confirmed on Sunday.
Oh, darling, she looked so beautiful.
White dress.
Maybe a little bit too much lace on it.
You know her mother.
Oh, my darling...
Little girl.
Your papa and I miss you so much.
Only the thought of being with you makes me less afraid.
And I am going to be right here next to you.
Your father is seeing to that.
Because he's a magnificent man.
A little crazy...
but magnificent.
Puccini. La Traviata.
Caruso?
Pavarotti.
What are you doing here?
The door was open.
Such a beautiful house. I don't think I have ever been inside.
No accident.
State your business.
You have disliked me for many years, Virgilio.
No secret.
I know the reason, of course.
You blame me for your fall.
What fall?
The cycle race.
The last bend on the downhill run.
- It cost me the race. - You could be right, huh.
May I sit? This is not easy for me.
Lately I've been having dreams,
the same dream each time.
I see the race as if it was yesterday.
I hear the crowd, I see the bikes flashing by.
But, uh, when the winner breaks the tape,
it is you, Virgilio.
I suppose my conscience is telling me that, uh,
you could have won.
You were the best.
Why are you telling me this now?
Maybe because of my wife's illness.
A man becomes aware of mortality,
a man wants to set the record straight.
He doesn't want to live with a lie in his heart.
Ahh.
This is for you, Virgilio.
You should have had it all those years ago.
It's certainly Roseanna's illness that brought you here,
but if you think I'm selling my land to the church,
you are a fool, as well as a bullshitter.
How can you turn down 50 million lire for half an acre of wheat?
You could travel with that money.
You could go to La Scala, Milano, and see Pavarotti up close,
with all those big ladies with fat chests.
I would rather ride across my land.
If you don't own any,
you don't know what it means to a man.
Just tell me this... how much will it take?
More than you'll ever have.
Now... get out before I piss in your cup.
You know something, Capestro?
If I had padlocked both of my wheels and ridden without a saddle,
I would have still whipped your ass.
There you go, laccoponi.
The sum total of your life.
90,000 lire?
I never walked around with as little as this in my pocket.
Where's the rest of it?
That's all there was.
You're all thieves.
But we don't kidnap people and cut off their ears.
One ear.
And the guy got it back.
So where are you going, old man?
South, maybe.
Get some sun on these old bones.
Get a chair on the beach, a liter of wine, watch the sunset.
And dig up the ransom money?
What are you talking about?
They never found it.
You bet your ass the cops did, and never filed a report.
Those sons of bitches probably carved it up
and bought villas in Portofino,
and what have I got?
A watch that don't go...
a corkscrew...
and a ticket for shoe repairs I took in 20 years ago.
You're gonna need them.
You shouldn't have gone there. That man despises us.
How could you expose yourself to his contempt?
You know why I went. I'll try anything.
There are limits! Where is your pride?
What's pride got to do with it?
I thought he might listen to reason.
He is dead to reason! He's not half the man you are!
Then why are we fighting?
We're not fighting!
I just get angry sometimes.
I get angry at the doctors.
I get angry at my body.
I get angry at God.
Oh, darling, what's happening to us?
First we lose our daughter, and now we're losing each other.
We'll never lose each other.
Listen to me, Marcello.
You are a man who should be married.
I am married.
I don't want you to be alone.
I don't want you to end up a lonely old man
with photographs and memories.
I want you to live.
I don't want to think about it.
I want you to think about it, Marcello.
I'm worried about you.
I'm worried about Cecilia.
Don't worry about her.
She'll go back to Roma and marry a hairdresser.
She's a beautiful woman. She's sensitive.
She doesn't dust off shelves.
She would make you a wonderful wife.
Did they change your medication today,
or did you smoke that stuff the Dutch tourists left behind?
I'm serious, Marcello.
I don't even like her.
Well, of course I like her. She's your sister.
But not in that way.
You already said that you thought that she was sexy.
I didn't. You tricked me.
And if you want me to marry again, at least give me a choice.
Why? You have someone in mind?
- Yes. - Oh!
Is it that girl who cleans your teeth?
He had breakfast, bought some things in a pharmacy,
and now he's in a shoe store.
He's arguing.
He's making a move.
Police. The guy who was just here...
did he pick something up?
He brought in a ticket for shoe repairs from 20 years ago.
What did you tell him?
I could see you arguing through the window.
I told him they'd be ready Tuesday.
How much are the melons today, Gigi?
500 to you. 1,200 to the tourists.
I'll have four.
Mi scusi. They are selling for 400 in Gevarro.
How about it, Gigi? 400 each.
And who will you thank, me or your lawyer?
I didn't know I'd hired one.
It's a deal then.
Today you look like a lawyer.
This is my first week.
What, looking after your uncle's tax problems?
Listen, Cecilia,
I hope you won't let your feelings for my uncle
affect your feelings for me.
Feelings?
I was hoping we could have dinner tonight.
I have to work.
You're not making this very easy for me.
Maybe another time?
Antonio.
What kind of fish do you like?
Signor Rossi, telephone.
Rossi. Hello?
Hello, Bruno.
It's Fredo laccoponi.
Fredo!
Where are you?
You... you'll be here when?
I'm gonna take a leak,
and then I'm getting the 11:30 train to Roma.
Maybe you want to call your wives,
tell them you won't be home for dinner.
What will Marcello say when you tell him
you invited a Capestro to dinner?
He's not his son. Only his nephew.
Think I put too much garlic in this sauce?
You can't put too much garlic in anything.
- You like him? - Not especially.
Why did you invite him?
Because he likes me, and maybe I can convince him
to talk some sense into his uncle.
Shame on you.
When did you become such a person?
When the family Tanzini left the high wire.
Hmm.
Maybe you and Marcello are made for each other.
Not again, Rosa, please.
Why? Why do you always object to him that way?
He's a beautiful man.
The first time I came in here when I was a girl,
he served me coffee,
I couldn't get my hand to take it from him.
I froze.
You ever had that?
Just for a moment, the world stops.
For you, Roseanna.
Marcello doesn't even make my world slow down.
- What, you hate him? - No.
All right. That's a start.
You haven't said anything to him about this?
No, no, of course not.
Roseanna asked me, and I told her the church
would have no problem if you married her sister.
Is there anyone she hasn't talked to about this?
I heard rumors.
You know something?
If I give the slightest sign
I thought it was a good idea, she'd be furious.
I don't understand.
It's a test.
Celibacy is so uncomplicated.
Father, Marcello, come quickly.
What is it?
It's Pasquale! He climbed the tower!
And he's threatening to jump!
I'm gonna jump!
- Pasquale, what are you doing? - I'll talk to him.
I'm gonna jump!
He's worried about his exams.
Pasquale, what's this nonsense about your exams?
I know they're a pain in the ass, but let me tell you something...
I've never passed an exam in my life,
and look what I am today.
Okay, that wasn't a very good example.
But you can be anything you wish! Believe me!
But everybody hates me!
No, they don't! They don't!
Look at all these people! We're all your friends!
And think of your father!
Only last night, he told me how proud he is of you!
But my father's in Torino.
We spoke on the phone! Listen!
Pasquale, you come down! Now!
Okay.
What's going on?
Marcello, Marcello!
Roseanna, where are those pills the doctor gave me?
What pills?
The ones to calm me down.
Which are mine, and which are yours?
I can't see without my glasses.
They're both mine.
I need them.
Do you know what those kids did to my blood pressure?
I'm calling their fathers and the school principal.
And then I come home and I find a Capestro is coming to dinner.
Try the closet on the landing, hmm.
Roseanna, Roseanna, Roseanna...
Why are you getting your own towels?
You're a guest in my house. Guests don't get their own towels.
Hmm.
Mamma mia.
You find them?
Are you angry because her guest is a Capestro
or because he's another man?
Am I what? Are you crazy?
Then try to be nice. She's doing this for me, Marcello.
Try to be charming. And give him your good wine.
I'd sooner give him rat poison.
And then we lose another grave.
- Yes? - Bruno. It's me.
Oh! Francesca.
What's wrong? You sound strange.
No, no, no. I'm all right.
It's just... this isn't a good time.
Can we go to Sardinia?
Of course. I'm excited.
I can't wait to see you.
Let me call you later.
H'm not in.
- You'll be out? - With my brother.
- Tomorrow, then. - Ciao.
You went away. You saw the world.
Why did you come back here?
It's home. I always missed it.
I couldn't wait to get away. I only came back because of my sister.
Marcello's lucky to have two such beautiful women in his life.
Yes, he often goes to church to make a special offering of thanks.
So what do you think? They're happy?
- Good. Good. - Yeah?
- Oh, Marcello! - We were having fun.
- This is not right. - What is not right?
Cecilia prostituting herself for your grave.
Maybe she'll succeed where the priest and Marcello failed.
You know, a few years ago,
I wouldn't have believed this possible.
You seemed so aloof and unobtainable, surrounded by admirers.
- Where's this? - At school.
I was very shy.
L... I wore glasses. Of course, you were...
The Risotto alla Cecilia. Her own recipe.
I'm very flattered.
I don't have a car, and I can't afford a hotel room.
I'm sure I have something for whatever you've got.
It's been a long time.
You might have to remind me how it's done.
It'll come back to you.
- More wine, Antonio? - Oh, I don't think so.
- I have to work tomorrow. - For justice or for your uncle?
The trouble with working for my uncle is he always expects a discount.
It's funny how the rich always get a discount
and the poor have to pay full price.
Well, I'm sure he trusts you.
He seems to trust so few people.
Cecilia.
Is this evening about the land?
What do you mean?
The candlelight. The music.
Is this for me or because you think I'll influence my uncle?
It's for you.
Well, maybe I was hoping it could be for both.
This is our best grappa. 20 years old.
We call it the piss of the goat.
So. How is it going with you two, huh?
I think we understand each other.
Fantastic. So you'll talk to your uncle tomorrow.
Perhaps another time.
Good night, Cecilia.
Good night.
What's happening here? Did I say something?
You're a fool, Marcello, and he isn't.
And you know something? I shouldn't have done this.
Antonio, I'm sorry.
Half an acre! That's all they want off the miserable son of a bitch!
It's me. I can get a train
and be with you in a couple of hours.
Why not?
I need time.
I made investments.
I need 24 hours to give you cash.
Okay.
- It's good sauce, huh? - Yes.
Cecilia made it.
She didn't make it. You made it.
Will you stop this?
Marcello, come quick. It's Rossi. He's drunk, and he's out of control.
He's crazy!
- Why does this happen to me?! - What's going on?
I just had to be happy!
Stop breaking my dishes!
Here! Buy more dishes, buy glasses, buy plates!
What's wrong with him?
It's something about a woman.
Bruno, you are distraught.
We're your friends.
What is this all about?
A man looks at his life
and wonders where all his dreams went.
But you have a good life. You have a good position.
I'm a big fish in a very small pond.
Nothing wrong with living in a small pond.
Ask him about the mistress.
What? Is it true?
You have a mistress?
It's true.
Oh, she's beautiful.
Firm breasts... soft thighs...
Bruno, you're a widower, remember?
She sounds wonderful! Bring her over! Bring...
Oh Dio...
She was my mistress when Nina was alive.
Si. Si.
She was the girl in the beauty shop! Francesca! I remember!
I remember!
My God.
So why are you acting like this?
Because she has ruined my life!
Aah!
Yaa!
He's mad!
Bruno! Bruno, wait!
Wait! You're too drunk to drive.
You'll kill yourself.
What's the difference? I'm gonna die anyway!
Not before Roseanna, you're not.
Stop torturing yourself.
See the priest, do your penance,
then you can call her your girlfriend.
Where is she?
In the apartment I bought for her in Rome.
You bought her an apartment?
Yes.
And what, she still stays alone and waits for you?
No, her brother moved in.
They're a very loving family.
But we go on trips.
This week we are leaving for Sardinia.
Where did you find the money for this?
Don't tell me. You've been stealing from the bank.
Worse! Worse.
Worse?
Twenty years ago, I look after some money for some kidnappers.
When they went to jail,
I was supposed to invest it, build interest.
And for five years, I did that, Marcello, I swear it. I swear it!
I believe you, I believe you! Calm down!
Calm down!
Then I met Francesca, and my life changed.
I told myself, They'll die in jail.
Eh, so I started spending money on her.
But one of them didn't die!
He's out, and he wants his money!
How much are we talking about?
750 million lire.
Shit, how much is left?
Not enough to make him happy.
He's going to kill me, Marcello!
You've got to get away from here.
You're right. I'll see you later.
No!
Are you all right?
Can you stand?
I lost a shoe.
Oh, you're lucky it wasn't your life.
Thank you, God.
Bruno!
Please don't be dead.
Bruno...
Oh, what was that?
Oh, please.
I don't feel so good.
Oh, I'm going to find a phone and call the hospital.
If you need blood, I'll give you mine.
Marcello, I want to be buried with Nina in the cemetery.
Oh, don't ask me that. It's booked.
I have some money left,
money you could offer to Capestro for his land.
Where?
First, you must promise to bury me with my beloved Nina.
Oh, but there are only three plots left.
Promise me, or that money will rot where it's hidden.
Okay, I promise you.
- I promise you. - Take an oath.
I take a solemn oath to bury you in the cemetery with Nina.
So where is it?
It's under my wife.
Under your wife?
My dear Nina, whose memory I shamed.
It's in her grave.
Bruno.
We still have to work on it.
But it will be better on Sunday
if you move your lips, Pasquale.
Father, something terrible has happened.
I know, I know. I'm on my way.
But how do you know?
The hospital telephoned.
At least his wife had time to prepare herself.
Poor Gianna.
Are you talking about Pavone?
Yes, and poor Aprea will be next.
Then the cemetery will be full.
No, there are three places left.
Yes, but if somebody else died.
Who else?
I don't know, but, uh, these things happen.
Father, can you say the last rites
after somebody is dead?
Well, I always believed that the soul
does not leave the body just like that.
There is time.
Good, but what do you say when you give the last rites?
Marcello, don't worry.
When Roseanna's time comes, I'll be there.
Thank you, but what do you say
if the time comes and you're not there?
I say, "God bless this soul. Take her into your kingdom. "
That kind of thing.
Thank you.
Forgive me, Nina. It's only temporary.
God bless this soul and take him into your kingdom.
He didn't get a chance to atone for his sins,
but he would have atoned.
He wasn't a terrible person,
but as far as I know, he was a good husband.
You've seen Francesca. Who can blame him?
I forgot to say this soul is Bruno Rossi.
Where have you been?
Where have I been?
You know where I've been. I drove Rossi home.
That was four hours ago.
He needed to talk man to man.
About Francesca?
You shouldn't be up. You need your sleep.
He has done something he shouldn't.
- How do you know? - I can tell.
I hope he's not cheating on you.
Cheating on me? You're his wife. I'm only his guest.
Did he ever cheat on you?
I don't think so. You know Marcello.
I know men. Can you swear he never has?
Not with his whole body. Just with his eyes.
With his lips, once or twice, but never with the private.
You sure?
About the eyes, the lips, or the private?
All of them.
Yeah, I'm sure. I've seen him look.
Once I saw him kiss.
Mmm. But I knew in my heart
that the private never left the barracks.
You all right, Roseanna?
Poor Rossi. What a way to go.
He'd been drinking all day and all night.
When the fire hit all that alcohol... poof.
It must have been quick and beautiful.
Ohh. Ahh.
I don't understand it.
There's no trace of a body.
Marcello, I hear you were the last person to see Rossi.
Is that right?
Maybe, maybe not.
- But you drove him home. - Yes.
And did you drive the car back?
No.
Look, he was drunk.
While he was asleep, somebody stole the car.
Well, he's not in his house. His bed was not slept in.
How do you explain that?
He got back in the car, drove back to town,
but he was drunk, and he crashed.
We found this at the side of the road.
Look, when I was driving him home,
he got desperate and had to take a leak.
And that... that is when he must have lost his shoe.
And maybe that is what he was driving back to look for.
Then where is he?
Wandering about the countryside with only one shoe.
Dazed, living on rainwater and insects.
Please, mother, you know it's for the best.
God doesn't want a man to live that kind of death.
Milano 3, Roma 2.
Napoli 1, Torino 1.
What are you doing?
Reading him soccer results.
Why?
- He asked me to. - He did?
Don't listen to him, mother.
The only thing alive in this room is that machine.
She's right. There are no life signs.
It's wrong for him to lie here like a battery.
Life and death should be in the hands of the Lord.
The Lord turned us on. Only He should turn us off.
Scusi.
This is none of your business, Marcello.
I love this man. Of course his life is my business.
Scusi.
His death is mine!
Maybe we should listen to Marcello.
- She's right. - She's wrong.
A mother is never wrong. Scusi.
For God's sake, you'll fuse the whole bloody hospital.
Let him die, will you?
Good-bye, old friend. I fought for you till the end.
Good-bye, my darling.
Good-bye, Papa.
Bye-bye.
He said bye-bye.
Bravo!
Sisters! Sisters!
Bye-bye.
No, I'm afraid I don't know where Signor Rossi is.
Nobody does.
Please conclude your summing up.
Are you finished?
Uh, no, sir.
The dog has been a great source of comfort
to my client since his wife tragically passed away six years ago,
and in my opinion, he should not be put down.
He's wrong. Bring my chickens back!
The dog must be kept chained.
Case dismissed.
Congratulations.
Yes. A major triumph for justice and civil liberties.
So the dog is under permanent house arrest, huh?
So why did you come?
I just wanted to apologize for the other night.
Do you accept, or do you wish to confer with someone?
Look, I'm sorry.
It's fine. It's okay.
Just for the record, I was having a good time.
So was I. And just for the record,
I did talk to my uncle about the land.
That's not why I came.
But you know, I'm not so sure it's about money.
It's about something else, and he won't tell me what.
Well, it was nice of you to ask.
But tonight, we won't talk about it anymore.
Tonight?
Unless you have another date?
- Amen. - Amen.
Under your wife.
You can't have put the money here.
What happened when you bought your mistress a new dress
or took her on a trip?
Did you come here in the middle of the night with a shovel? Huh?
Under your wife.
What were you doing back there?
I was talking to Rossi's wife.
You were talking to Rossi's wife?
Yes. I was telling her about the accident.
But I said not to worry, I'm sure he will turn up.
You're not going to work today.
- I have to. - No! You're coming with me. Come.
What are you thinking?
I am thinking that we're young,
and it's the first time that we came up here.
And afterwards, you took my hand,
and you made me run all the way down the hill with you.
Run with me again, huh?
You running?
I'm running.
- What? - I tripped.
- Ahh! - Ahh.
It's a long time since we did nothing together.
Don't die, Roseanna.
Only if it's God's will.
I've never been so sure about God's will
since He took our daughter.
This is a beautiful spot for a cemetery. Huh?
Maybe they could move Marcellina up here to be with me.
I asked. They said no.
Who said no? Why?
It's the law of the province.
Then we have to accept it.
I made a promise to you.
I know, but this is madness. I don't want to kill you, too.
Why? Who else have you killed?
Capestro would sell if you offer him enough money.
There is no more money.
Francesca.
God, you really were afraid.
Nina.
Thanks for saving me the trouble.
Oh, my God!
That's my money.
I've thought of nothing else for 20 years,
except for wondering whether that pig Rossi had spent it.
He might have spent some of it.
Is this all?
Jesucristo. Where's the rest of it?
I don't have it.
Don't shit me, you son of a bitch.
He spent it.
He couldn't have spent 750 million lire!
Well, it's possible. He has a girl. Look.
Expensive car.
Expensive clothes.
Expensive vacations.
And is he with this whore now?
I'll find him. I'll track him down.
But where is he?
Through here.
Don't screw with me. I'm not in the mood.
This won't improve it.
You killed him and took the money!
No, he killed himself because there was no money,
because he knew you were coming.
And this is how he choose to die? He locks himself in a freezer?
Not exactly. I put him in the freezer because...
It's another story. You don't need to hear it.
For 20 years, I've rotted my life away
with lowlifes and scumbags.
And you cheated me out of my salvation!
Look, you have your freedom,
the sky, the trees, the scent of the earth.
Money can't buy that.
So you thought you could escape me by dying.
I don't think that was his plan.
He thought he'd be safe from me in hell.
Well, he made a big mistake.
Here I come, you son of a bitch.
No!
How could you do this to me?
What's wrong with you people?
Why? What?
L... what, uh!
God bless this soul and take him to your kingdom.
You know the rest.
Marcello, I'm glad you're here. I want to show you something.
- I really should get back. - It won't take a moment.
The skid marks are here,
yet the car went off the road over there.
What do you think?
- A deer. - A deer?
Startled by his headlights. He swerves across the road.
He thinks he hit the deer, gets out to check,
forgets the hand brake, the car rolls down the hill.
Then where is he?
We haven't found him wandering around the countryside.
I have a theory about that, too.
A man like Rossi spent his life
bound by office hours and convention,
and then something snapped.
He's probably halfway to Tahiti,
where he will live in a hut and paint nudes.
Nudes.
Nudes!
Marcello, where have you been all day?
I've been attending to business.
- Is Roseanna at the hospital? - I don't think so.
When she gets back, tell her I'm going to be late tonight.
You're going out again. We're always busy tonight.
- I have something to do. - Like what?
What's with all these questions? You sound like my wife.
Marcello. Marcello Beatto.
Who's that?
Francesca. Remember me?
Of course I remember you.
Bruno isn't here, you know.
What you doing here anyway?
He asked me to feed his cat.
His cat? I never knew he had a cat.
Not many people do. He's kind of private about things like that.
So where the hell is he? I've been calling him for two days.
I don't know. I thought he was with you.
He was supposed to be, eh?
I've been waiting at Rome Airport for four hours.
So I've driven over to this dump.
I will wipe my feet on the way out.
So, he told you about me, huh?
He mentioned you, yes.
I'm surprised.
I was always his little secret on the side.
Even after his sainted wife died, he never wanted me to come here.
Maybe the place is too full of memories.
It's too full of mildew by the look of it.
Cristo.
This wine's awful.
Do you think he's found another woman?
Do you think one piece of ass is not enough for him?
Maybe he's on a cruise
with some little slut from the bank.
Well, it's possible.
Women find him very attractive.
Excuse me. Scusi. Hello!
He's middle-aged, he's balding, he's a banker!
I got to use the bathroom.
Uh, here.
Don't use the one downstairs. It's not for a lady from Roma.
Ahh.
Where did you get that?
He must have bought it for me, eh?
And if he didn't, the piece of shit, he should have done.
Wait! I want to see you with it on. Please.
Oh, you're right. It's made for you.
You look superb, like a movie star.
May I say one thing... if Rossi's cheating on you,
the man is a fool.
If you're ever in Roma, look me up.
Ciao.
What a bitch!
How did you find that?
I'm asking the questions here. Where's it come from?
It was ransom money from a long time ago.
Rossi gave it to me just before he died.
- He died? - Yes.
- How? - He was hit by his car.
I didn't say anything. He'd take up a grave.
Half the province is looking for him.
- Where is he? - I put him in his deep freeze.
What?
To keep him fresh, but don't worry,
I promised to bury him next to his beloved Nina.
Maybe not next to her. Maybe on the top.
You're going to bury a man on top of his wife?
Well, it's not an entirely unusual position.
Marcello, what are you thinking of?
If he's not found, he'll be a missing person.
There'd be no inheritance for his children.
And he's got to have a proper Christian burial.
Roseanna's right. You can't deny a Catholic that.
- You heard all this? - I couldn't help it.
God damn it!
I hate having people in this house who are not married to me!
Quiet, quiet, quiet! We're all in this together.
Yes, but what are we going to do?
He's been in the freezer for two days.
First thing we'll do is pay a visit to the doctor.
Roseanna,
the timing on a death certificate, it is crucial.
It has to be precise.
What difference does it make if it's a few days off?
He's dead. He can't come back to life.
I could lose my license, my patients.
Nobody pays you anyway, Sergio.
Why would Marcello do this?
You know why.
I'm sorry, Roseanna.
It's too important a document.
It's a piece of paper.
Do you think a death certificate
should cause unnecessary suffering to the living?
You look a little tired.
You look exhausted.
Sergio, take a vacation, eh?
You and Isabella.
Go to Capri.
In our dreams.
What if we settle our account?
Did you bring the chicken?
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
I want to thank you, Cecilia.
I can't think of another girl who would have done this.
I think it helps to have company when you're defrosting a corpse.
I have a lot to thank you for.
And I'm sorry for what I said last night
about not wanting you in my house.
I understand. It's difficult when people live that close.
Do you hear a lot of what we talk about?
I know what Roseanna has in mind for you and me.
Oh, that. Look, I have to tell you...
Listen, you don't have to apologize for not wanting me.
Of course I want you!
Any man would.
What am I saying?
Listen, with people it's a question of chemistry,
and it's not there.
Are you saying I have no chemistry?
No, Marcello. You could ignite a thousand hearts.
But admit it, there's nothing between you and me.
I suppose so.
It's a relief, huh?
Definitely.
Now we can be friends, huh?
That would be nice.
How is he?
Medium rare.
Another hour.
So...
what were you doing here, Marcello?
I came to feed the chickens, like a friend would.
Then I saw him. Was a terrible shock.
Then why is he sitting there?
It was his favorite spot.
Think of it. He knows his life is slipping away,
and this is the picture he wants to take with him.
Ah, yesterday you said he was halfway to Tahiti.
And the day before,
I told you he was wandering about, dazed and confused.
And I was right.
What about the sock?
What about it?
Does it look like the sock of a man
who's been wandering around the countryside?
My friend is dead, and you're worrying about...
the state of his socks?
Doctor, you're the expert.
In your professional opinion, what time did he die?
I'd say...
a few hours ago.
I'd like to call an ambulance.
Very well.
- I won't be gone long. - Where are you going?
Not to the hospital, looking like that.
Roseanna.
May I come in?
Yes.
It wasn't easy for me to come here.
This place hasn't changed in 20 years.
There was never a woman worth changing it for.
You could have been the richest woman in Trevento,
and you chose a cyclist with a bar.
Virgilio, we cannot argue fate.
Mine was Marcello.
And see how fate turns around.
He took the one thing I wanted,
and I have the one thing he wants.
Then for the sake of the feelings that you once had for me,
give it to him.
And will you give me back 20 years of happiness?
Virgilio,
I beg you,
let the land go.
All right.
But first I want an admission,
an admission that you made a mistake,
that when you turned me down, it was not only an insult,
it was... stupid.
That you married a man who had nothing 20 years ago
and has nothing now.
That if you married me, you would have had...
everything.
That I could have provided you with better doctors than he did,
and that your child would still be alive.
Admit that.
Then you can have your land.
This is so sad.
You are so sad.
Look at this house that you live in.
There is no soul.
There is no joy.
There is no peace.
My life with Marcello has been filled with these things.
Step outside of this opera you are living in.
It is not me you are angry with.
It's you.
Amen.
He had a good life.
His chickens,
custom-made shirts,
and a mistress.
I'm not sure she was a blessing.
She didn't send flowers.
Of course not. His children were there.
He'll be missed.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
We need a fourth for cards.
You look beautiful in black, Cecilia.
It's just as well. It's the color this town wears most.
Strange way to die, don't you think?
No.
Sergeant Baggio had a word with me about it.
Why?
I'm a lawyer with some criminal experience.
He thinks we don't know the whole story.
- What does he think? - Between ourselves?
He thinks the Mafia are involved.
Roseanna, what's wrong?
Nothing. It's just one of my bad days.
Do you need a pill?
I just took one.
Do you need the doctor? He's in the bar.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Roseanna, I'm going to take the rest of Rossi's money
and offer it to Capestro.
It's no use, Marcello.
Listen, I have something to tell you.
You know that I adore you.
The first time I met you,
you touched my soul.
But there was a time before I knew you.
Is it possible?
You know that I lived on the Capestro estate
with my parents, who were servants there.
I was 16
when Virgilio came back from the university.
And he was...
he was very handsome,
with all the arrogance of wealth and youth.
I don't think I'm going to like what you're going to tell me.
No, You're not.
He seduced you.
Not exactly.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Marcello.
I was very young,
and I was flattered by the attention of such a man.
He asked me to marry him.
Why didn't you?
I met you. It's that simple.
So, you see,
this is the anger that he has in his heart for you,
and money cannot make this go away.
You've done everything you could.
You have to let go now.
Amen.
Capestro!
Half an acre.
That's all that was ever asked of you.
Not only for my wife,
but for all the people of Trevento
who wanted to be buried where their ancestors were.
If you have business with me,
you come to me on a Monday
and you talk to my lawyer.
In front of God, you're a sick man,
consumed with jealousy and hatred
because of the woman you couldn't have.
Please, stop this.
Stop this right now.
I would be buried 10,000 kilometers from my daughter
before I would take one thing from the hand of this man.
If you were half of what you are
and he was twice what he is,
you would still be ten...
you would st...
you would still be ten times the man he is!
Get the doctor! Quickly!
I'm here, Marcello! I'm here.
Roseanna.
I'm very sorry to tell you, but Roseanna,
my wife,
my beloved,
the most wonderful woman that ever lived,
has passed away
This is not the time for weeping,
it's a time for joy,
because she will be buried
in the last grave of the cemetery with her...
Marcellina.
This she wanted more than life.
This God has granted her.
This makes me happy.
Roseanna has her dying wish.
I would have gone,
but I thought they wouldn't want me.
You're probably right.
I want you to draw up papers
transferring the necessary land
from my estate to the church.
A deed of gift.
Maybe now you'll hate that family less.
I also want you to know I'm in love with Cecilia...
and I intend to ask her to marry me.
Antonio...
I loved her.
It ruined my life.
Hey, Cecilia!
Cecilia!
- Where is everybody? - Gone.
Well, gone where?
Marcello wanted to get away.
He has a cousin in Como. Who can blame him?
- And Cecilia? - She took him to the station.
I think she is going with him.
Why not? It was her sister's wish.
Cecilia!
- Antonio. - Marcello, forgive me.
Is this true? Is she going with you?
What is this all about, Antonio?
You could at least have said good-bye!
There were so many things I wanted to say to you,
and I waited, out of respect, until your sister had passed on.
Why don't you put this in a letter?
You're doing this out of duty!
You don't love each other!
And I do love you, Cecilia. I really do.
You are wrong, Antonio.
We love each other very much.
Roseanna, I mean... what's going on?
Ay yi! We were almost on the train!
I have my grave reserved for me,
but it can wait until I am ready for it.
In the meantime, Marcello and I have some living to do.
And Cecilia? I mean, where is she?
Keeping out of the way. You can see her tonight.
It's our secret,
and if you care about Cecilia, be part of it.
Have a good life, huh?
Marcello.
Menu, sir?
No, thank you. We'll be dining on the plane to New York.
You say that as if you do this all the time,
and you've never been on a plane in your life.
- We did it! - Yes!
But the first thing we have to do when we go to New York
is find a church and confess to the priest for being so wicked.
Have we been so wicked?
Of course, or else it wouldn't feel so good.
Tell me something...
is the mayor of New York still Italian?
Why would anybody want to stop being Italian?