Giulia Doesn't Date At Night
- Hi. - Hi.
Is it him?
Yes!
Are you Montani, the author?
Yes.
I read your book and told my husband about it.
- We loved it. - Thanks.
I haven't finished it, but my wife's filled me in.
She cuts out the superfluous bits. She's got a real flair for it.
- Shall we tell him? - Yes, yes!
I shouldn't say this, but you look worried.
You're in the final!
The jury's meeting in the afternoon, but it's just a formality.
But don't tell anyone. Remember that.
Well done!
See, we met him.
He's very good! I'm thrilled!
Hi, how are you?
Thanks for coming.
Hello. You know the way.
I'm glad you came.
Wait, there's something I need to tell you.
I spoke with Dominici, but you mustn't say a word.
Rumor has it, we're in the top five.
You're one of the finalists.
What else was there?
Oh, yes. The others are...
"Long, Long Ago" by Cinziani.
Then maybe Negresco's book, "Black Dawn",
but it had bad reviews.
Franco Cigliati and Enrico Giussi.
Do you know him?
No one knows him. He's young.
I don't think he'll win.
- Are you writing? - A bit.
You should start a new book.
Will you stay for a while?
For a bit. I'm taking Costanza to the pool.
Ah, there he is!
Good morning.
Have you met?
Hello. I'm Montani.
You wait for me here.
Get out.
Was that a new teacher?
Yes, I never saw her before.
What was she saying to you?
Nothing, just to relax and breathe.
What else? She kept talking to you.
She told me to ignore you, to pretend you weren't there.
Oh, I see. Anything else?
She asked me if I like swimming.
What did you say?
That I don't.
She asked me why I keep doing it.
I told her I only go because you want me to.
She said, "Why doesn't your dad go swimming, then?"
Did you tell her I can't swim?
You did?
I don't believe it!
It's not true anyway. I know how to float.
But if you don't enjoy it anymore, we'll talk to your mom.
You don't have to go.
The Umbrella Man
Eugenio meets Sofia on a rainy day.
He has no umbrella, he has no hat, he has nothing.
As he seeks shelter, he sees a shop sign.
He falls in love and goes there every time it rains.
Her name is Sofia.
She plays along with him.
Eugenio can never make up his mind.
Each time, he buys an umbrella, but he doesn't say anything.
He wants to talk to her,
to invite her to the movies or just for a stroll.
But he can't.
This happens every time it rains.
What'll happen now?
Phone calls, dinners, interviews?
You'll win, become famous, and leave me for an actress.
I never see you. You always sleep on the sofa.
I don't want to wake you.
Are you writing now?
A bit.
Guido, the work on the house is almost finished.
I'd like to start moving in.
Now? Can't we wait a while?
I can't wait any longer. The work's taken so long.
For my parents, too. They left us the house.
It takes me an hour to get to work, but I can walk from there.
Costanza never goes out.
All her friends are in Rome.
Thanks to you, she's stopped swimming.
We never go to the movies or to a restaurant.
No one visits us.
Filippo does.
In fact, why isn't he here yet?
You always change the subject.
I just want to write now. The idea of moving...
Here's an idea. You write, I'll do the rest.
You won't have to do anything.
Costanza and I will go, you'll come later.
No, come on.
I'll see to everything. It's no problem.
Hi.
- How are your parents? - Fine.
- Have you eaten? - Yes.
Hi, Filippo.
We were worried.
What time shall I pick you up?
Filippo's mom's taking me home.
When?
Around 1:00.
That's late. Does your mom know?
Of course she does.
Are Filippo's parents there?
Just his mom. They're separated.
Valentina and Emma's parents are also separated,
just like Davide and Sara's.
What about you and mom?
What about us?
You're the only ones who aren't separated.
Sorry about that.
Honey, you really don't want to swim anymore?
We've paid a year's fee.
Please.
Well, maybe I'll go, then.
Okay, you go. It'll do you good.
Bye.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
May our Lord Jesus Christ's mercy, the love of God and the Holy Spirit
be with you.
Amen.
May the Lord be with you.
Amen.
Lord have mercy.
Father Rosario is a priest.
He's not a happy man.
Something's blocking him.
Maybe his faith is dwindling.
He finds out that a young parishioner
works in a lap dance club.
You can go, Giacomo.
Once, maybe in a novel, he'd read a phrase.
It accompanied him since.
"Happiness is sadness doing backflips."
I don't do it for the money.
I haven't got a sick son. I'm not forced to do it.
I enjoy it.
Is it wrong for me to enjoy it?
You, for example, do you enjoy your job?
They're Ionely people, Father. Like me, like you.
They just want someone to say yes for a change.
They want to feel good...
...just for a moment.
Maybe what I do is wrong.
But I'll only do as you say...
...if you come and visit me.
Rosario had no doubt that he was a sad person.
But he felt it was his turn to start doing backflips.
The Umbrella Man
Father Rosario's Sins
Are you sure you want to delete these files?
Flaiano said that success is the proof that a person is worthless.
It doesn't reveal the qualities a writer has.
I don't believe in success. It's an illusion.
A bit like prizes.
Giussi?
I don't know what success is, but I know what I want.
I want everyone to pick up my book and not be able to put it down.
And to appreciate what I've written.
And I want to have lots of money...
so I can continue writing what I want.
If someone were to ask me
if all this is represented by a prize,
I'd probably say it isn't.
But it would still be great to win.
He makes up his mind.
He decides he'll talk to her.
But she's gone.
She ran off with an umbrella salesman.
Since then, he's wandered the streets, in the rain,
all alone.
He's lost his job, his friends, everything.
And he no longer uses an umbrella.
I know, I've always found the breathing hard.
I haven't swum for so long.
I'll have another go.
This is the deep end...
My legs are the problem.
And my back.
I swallowed some water.
What's your name?
Guido.
So Costanza's given up?
Yes. She didn't like it.
What you told her got me thinking, too.
What was that?
That if she doesn't like swimming, she shouldn't do it.
And that instead of forcing her, maybe I should come.
Samuele, extend that fucking arm!
I didn't say anything to her.
I didn't say anything to Costanza.
That's much better.
Your publishing company is an independent one,
for a niche market.
Well, I don't have that in mind when I write my books.
I write about what I want.
No, Mom. I'm not run down.
Do I look run down?
Okay. I wanted to know what you thought of the interview.
Sad?
Yes, it's my shirt. Why?
What does a writer think about when he works?
Mom, I have to go.
I'll come as soon as I can.
Yes, I have to go now. Bye, Mom.
I think about the characters
and try to understand what I'm writing.
And about words?
Yes, of course.
Because books are made of words, right?
- Here he is! - Hello.
- Nice to meet you. - Guido Montani.
- Hello. - This way, everyone.
- Why are we here? - We need to be. Come on.
I read your notes.
This idea of yours...
I wonder what kind of world the characters are from.
Don't worry, they can't hear us.
I'm not saying I don't like it.
A book of short stories...
Have you got a title?
I've started swimming.
I want to be able to do 50 lengths.
I can only do half now.
The truth is that I don't understand who cares if I write.
Whether it's good or bad. I don't see the point.
Is that what you really think?
Let's admit it, you've not written your best book yet.
You can't think too far ahead.
You think too much.
You worry too much.
The fact that you don't think you're good enough,
or that others aren't, isn't important.
There is no point to it, there's no prize
or well-deserved reward.
Think of all the talented authors who'll never make it,
even though they deserve to.
"Now that he'd met her on the bus, by chance,
in an isolated place,
even if he tried to remember everything she'd meant to him,
he thought about those marks on her breasts.
They were stretch marks.
She was old.
She looked withered. Stale.
That's all he could think of.
No moments of joy or fond memories.
He found it funny, but he wasn't happy about it."
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Take a bigger breath. Breathe out slowly.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
- Breathe out slower. - Can I stop for a second?
Okay.
Do you come here every day?
Yes. Why?
I can't imagine you outside the pool.
I figured you spend your evenings here, too.
No, I don't. I never go out at night.
I like staying in, too, to watch television.
It's nice watching TV sometimes.
- Breathe out slowly. - Yes.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
That's it.
From my chest to your stomach.
Push me, I'm not holding you.
From my chest to your stomach.
Come on, we've done it before. From my chest to your stomach.
- Come on. - I know how to float.
From my chest to your stomach. Keep it up. Come on!
Can I do it without this float?
Are you listening to me?
- Or are you deaf? - No.
What the hell are you doing, then?
I told you, from my chest to your stomach.
Don't pull me down.
Understood?
- Tell me you have. - I have.
What are you thinking about?
Nothing.
Okay.
Let's try again.
Chest... stomach.
The club isn't crowded.
The girls are beautiful.
The lights go out.
To Thee do we cry in this valley of tears.
He only has eyes for her.
She's different.
When she's on stage, all eyes are on her.
Even Father Rosario's.
To Thee do we cry in this valley of tears.
Why had he gone to that club?
He'd lied to himself, saying he needed to understand.
But now he felt like those sad men.
Our sweetness and our hope.
Kick, keep your head down!
Extend your arms! Come on!
Don't forget to breathe!
Extend your arms, Guido! Breathe!
Keep your ear near your arm, extend the other arm!
And again!
Breathe!
- You see? - What?
You swam a whole length.
I read your book. I saw you on television.
Then I saw it in a bookshop. The label said that you won a prize.
- No? - No.
I didn't win. The label says I was nominated.
Along with four others.
I wasn't able to finish it.
I can never finish books. I get lost, forget the names.
It's good, but it's a bit complicated.
- I'll try to finish it. - You don't have to.
A girl I know reads all the time.
She's very young. She reads one book after another.
Do you think that's normal?
- I bet you read loads. - No.
I don't know...
Young girls should have fun and do things kids do.
Reading's never harmed anyone.
Except you.
Who is this girl?
Who?
She comes swimming here.
What made you start writing?
I started by writing a diary.
I was in love with a girl. By writing I felt close to her.
I could express the things I couldn't tell her.
"I miss you, I like your hair,
the way you smile..."
Then I wrote a book, it went well, and they asked me to write another.
How cool.
And how did you end up here?
What made you become a swimming teacher?
I have to go. I'll tell you some other time.
- Bye, Guido. - Bye, Giulia.
I like Giusti.
Giussi.
And he's very young. I wouldn't be surprised if he won.
By the way, did you read my book?
I started it.
Good. I don't think Attilia's even done that yet.
Are you disappointed with me?
I don't care if my publisher and my daughter don't read my books.
No offense meant.
I understand.
You've not had time. I understand.
No, I haven't read it either.
But I read your first draft, remember?
You said you didn't change it much.
No, I didn't.
Is the ending the same?
Yes. Didn't you like it?
It's a bit tragic.
Usually endings are something in between.
Some characters end up happy, others don't,
but in your book all the characters end up on the same bus,
which falls off a cliff.
Now mom's told you the ending, you don't have to read it all.
What's the problem?
Nothing.
It's just a bit tragic.
- There are some survivors. - Guido, stop it.
If you're arguing so you don't have to pay the bill,
don't worry, I've paid it.
I have to go now.
Me too.
- Can you give me a lift? - Sure.
I'm late already.
- You go with your dad. - See you tonight.
Why don't you come by later?
Don't you want to see the house?
- You're right. I'll come later. - Okay, see you then.
Do we have to take Filippo with us?
It's just a dental appointment.
What if I die?
- I hadn't thought of that. - I'm going.
"Forbidden Passions"
Listen, Filippo.
At your age, you need to be careful and take precautions.
Sorry, I don't understand, sir.
Are you talking about dental floss, and stuff like that?
I'm talking about you and Costanza.
You're young.
Those sort of precautions!
I see. You needn't worry.
And if anything were to happen, I'd take my responsibilities, sir.
Never mind your responsibilities.
Just make sure nothing happens.
Yes, sir.
What number is that one?
That's a cream doughnut.
It's good, but full of emulsifying agents
that cause cellulite and acne, sir.
The other one is a pastry covered in strawberry custard.
I wouldn't go for that.
Certain countries have banned chemical aromas, sir.
I know.
If you want some crisps, those are bacon flavor.
They're not for vegetarians.
My vegetarian friend doesn't eat them, but I think he could.
It's not real bacon. It's just flavoring.
- I don't like bacon. - Okay.
Then those are Munchies. Nothing special.
I only buy those for the holiday tokens to Prague.
Kafka's city.
Have you read Kafka, sir?
Yes, of course.
- Have you? - Not everything.
"The Castle" and "Letter to his Father".
And "Metamorphosis", of course.
I'll just have some water... still.
Low salinity.
- I think Filippo's nice. - He's read your book. All of it.
Really? I told you he was nice.
He says it's true what you say.
You say people grow up
when they realize everything must end.
They start to betray their friends, loved ones and so on.
You grow up and get worse, a bit like going off.
I don't say those things. The character thinks them.
You mustn't believe them. It's just to make an impression.
It's just a novel.
- Good night. - Good night.
Dad.
Filippo got you some CDs. They're on the desk.
- Are you going? - Yes.
You look worried. You like the house?
What's up?
You should speak to Costanza.
I found a porn video in her bag.
Really? Is it yours?
No, it's not mine.
You used to buy them. It could be yours.
I rented them for work. I didn't buy them.
Forget it. I'll speak to her.
The house is beautiful.
Yes, I know. Thanks.
When you're ready, you know where we are.
I'm saying it for you.
We're starting to get used to this.
When she was in the water, she couldn't talk.
She just listened to her breathing and the voices in the distance.
She could see underwater and all around her.
When people watch you swim, they don't know we can see them.
And we think and think, without thinking.
We think stupid things.
I try and keep my hips up. I have to extend.
I use long arm strokes. Am I there yet?
I'm tired. This is my fifth length.
This is my sixth length.
Thoughts that drain you.
Thoughts with no weight.
Thoughts of true happiness.
What's so funny?
Nothing. You make me laugh.
Want to go out tonight?
I told you, I never go out.
I can't come to dinner with you.
I can't go out in the evening. I can't do anything.
I killed a man. Did they tell you that?
I go back to jail every night.
I'm only allowed out to work here.
I've got seven years to go.
That's my husband. He's called Bruno.
The girl who just got up is my daughter, Viola.
Nine years ago I walked out on them.
I fell in love with a man, and I left home.
I lost everything for him.
My daughter doesn't want to see me.
She's pretty, isn't she?
Don't stare.
She looks like you.
Don't stop here, go on a bit.
You can't accompany me. You need permission.
I need to ask permission for everything.
But sometimes I break the rules and go for a walk.
Just a short walk. I don't tell anyone.
The judge trusts me. They don't follow me around.
They don't think I'm dangerous.
I've even got a mobile phone.
But I have to hand it in when I get back.
Being in there or outside is the same for me.
I still feel different from everyone else.
I like being in the water.
I'm happier there.
A social worker that knows me says that
since I met you, I've been happier.
That I've become kinder.
- You can't stay here. - Okay, I'll go.
I'm glad that Giulia is seeing you.
Men usually run away.
But she wouldn't hurt a fly.
I read your book. Giulia lent it to me.
Did you finish it?
No. It's not my genre. I prefer romantic novels.
Right. Thank you. Good-bye.
Giulia was a wife. She was a mother.
A lover, a swimming instructor, and a murderess.
She wasn't happy out of water.
Her beauty turned tragic.
What are you doing? Leave that.
I'll just take a minute.
- Aren't you drinking? - No.
When I met Massimo, I knew he was worthless.
That sooner or later he'd dump me.
I was a real disappointment for everyone.
I didn't care about my husband or my daughter.
Or anyone else.
Viola would be so happy with all these books.
You two would get on.
Aren't you going to tell me anything?
There's not much to tell.
The other day, when you asked me how I became a writer,
the truth is that I don't know.
I don't have many ideas, I don't read a lot,
I had a normal childhood, don't drink or smoke,
and I'm scared of illness.
I don't know how I became a writer.
I have to go. Will you drive me back?
I've just finished reading your notes.
I like the story about the swimming teacher.
- Giulia. - Yes, and her daughter.
It's different from the others. I'd like to know more about her.
About Giulia?
No, about her daughter.
There's something I need to ask you.
I'm helping Dominici. Franzo's book's coming out now.
Yes.
During your interview,
if they ask you which writers you like,
could you mention him?
As a favor for me. It might help us get the prize.
I can't stand Franzo as a person or as a writer.
Really?
Sorry, I didn't know.
It was a small favor for me.
I'll wait to hear from you, then.
"Men in the Shadows"
Where were you earlier?
I couldn't come.
I called you, but you didn't answer.
So why have you come now?
To ask you if you'd like to go to the sea.
To the sea? Why not?
I'll call the judge and say,
"I'm going to the sea.
It's such a nice day. Why don't you come, too?"
What were you thinking?
I can't just decide to go to the sea.
Don't you get it?
Do you like taking the piss out of me?
Leave me alone.
Have you finished?
I know you have to get permission.
This is for you.
You need to clap to make it sing.
And to make it stop...
See?
It's too cold!
You're freezing. Hold on.
You're a wimp. You're scared of everything.
You're even scared of me.
- I'm not scared of you. - You are.
Sometimes I scare myself. I don't know what the fuck happens.
I like the way you speak. You've got a great vocabulary.
- Fuck, fuck... - Fuck off.
"Fuck off..." That's nice.
She'll be 16 in a few days.
She's Gemini. She's stubborn like me.
Even more than me.
She hasn't celebrated her birthday with her mom for years.
Sometimes at night, I dream that we're together.
It's a beautiful day, and we're all on holiday.
There's a carefree atmosphere, we laugh.
We hug each other.
I can smell her scent.
The scent she had as a baby.
I like that scent. It makes me happy.
It's all so real, then when I wake up...
Don't look at me like that.
Why don't you try seeing her?
You don't understand.
I've tried writing to her, but I don't know what to say.
Just try to explain what happened.
It wasn't an accident. It wasn't self-defense.
He told me he was leaving me, so I killed him.
Forget it, I shouldn't have told you.
You can't understand.
I'll never see her again. I have to accept that. End of story.
You're right, I can't understand. I'm not capable.
I'm not a strong swimmer. I never will be.
But I told you, I can float.
I don't sink.
I hold onto whatever I can, just like anyone would.
Hold onto me.
You won't make me sink. Not even you can do that.
I'm not scared of you.
I'm scared of you.
Are you here?
Yes. I'm here.
No, leave it.
- What do the words say? - What?
The song.
I don't speak French.
You're a writer and you don't speak French?
Every year I'm allowed 45 days' leave.
Does that mean you don't have to go back?
I have certain times to stick to.
I have to tell them where I am.
So we could do something together?
Yes.
That's not why I said it. I was just saying...
Benedetta.
When?
Are you okay?
Hi.
What did they steal?
Costanza's computer and some jewelry.
Did you report it?
Yes. The police have already been...
Could you stay here tonight?
I don't feel safe. Just for tonight, sorry.
All right.
You know what I think when I read your books?
That I'm never in them.
There's never a character like me.
That's not true.
I don't inspire you at all.
- Why? - That's not true.
Am I too ordinary? Too predictable?
Too normal?
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Don't you like the way I fuck?
Benedetta, please.
- Please. - Don't you like the way I fuck?
Tell me what you like.
- You've never told me. - Don't.
- Tell me what you like. - Benedetta.
Sorry to interrupt,
but I don't understand what it's about.
When he hears a train whistling, he thinks of a lost love.
He's Ionely and sad because his love is far away,
and she's not coming back.
He keeps hearing the sound of this train,
because he did nothing to stop her leaving.
- And he'll hear it... - For the rest of his life.
It serves him right. He didn't stop her leaving.
I get it. Shall we hear the end?
Excuse me for interrupting, Filippo.
Is that fair?
Sometimes maybe people don't have the courage to...
...don't be so harsh.
He's Ionely.
He didn't even try to stop her.
He wasn't man enough to stop her leaving.
Sometimes that can happen.
Okay, let's continue.
It's finished.
- It's sad. - It's nice.
How many did you do?
25. I think.
You think?
You're not lying, are you?
24, I swear.
I can't trust you.
I'll do 50, then I'll take you back.
Okay. If you do 50.
Here I go.
Why haven't I seen Filippo lately?
We've split up.
I'm sorry.
Maybe we just need time to think.
We all need to experience different things in life.
Like you and mom.
What do you mean?
Did mom say something to you?
No, I said it just to say something.
Come on, let's go.
What's up?
Nothing.
Here he is.
Hi. How are you?
- Good morning, sir. - Hi.
- Can I get you anything? - No, thanks. I just had a coffee.
Listen, we've got a problem. Costanza's very unhappy.
She was the one who left me.
That can cause unhappiness, too, okay?
- She's very saddened. - Sorry.
Very sorry.
Even if your relationship has run its course,
she still misses you.
She's very fond of you.
- Why did you want to see me? - I wanted to see Bart.
Bart's mine.
If you cared about him, you'd have stayed with me.
Calm down, Filippo.
It'd be nice if you'd let her see the dog every now and then.
- Once a week. - Yes.
You're a bitch.
Excuse me, sir.
Don't mention it.
Is Thursday okay? I have tennis.
Thursday's fine.
Tomorrow's Thursday.
- Bye. - Bye, thanks.
Love! I don't even want to hear the word!
- What is it? - Nothing. You look nice.
Thanks. You really want me to come?
- Don't you want to? - Sure.
- Who's reading Franzo? - Costanza bought it.
- Isn't she a bit young for it? - I don't know.
I started writing after reading "Carrie" by Stephen King.
There was something in that book I related to.
I understood it, unlike novels by contemporary Italian writers.
Except for those present, of course.
I have a question for Montani.
Oriani has a question.
Which of your colleagues do you like most?
I think Aprea's first two books were very good.
I also like Melzi's book a lot.
Then there's... Franzo.
His latest novel surprised me.
I'm a bit jealous. He's my daughter's favorite author.
So we've reached the end of this encounter
where we met the finalists for the Malaspina prize,
now in its 46th edition.
Considering the diversity of the work,
it'll be interesting to see who'll win.
I wish you all the best. Thank you and good-bye.
I didn't think you'd come.
- What is it? - It's my daughter's.
She said she received a letter which I didn't write.
Know anything about it?
What did she say?
That she'll see me.
In half an hour. What shall I do?
The social worker says I must go, but I don't even know what you wrote.
- How dare you do that! - Calm down.
Is that your wife?
- Is that her? - Yes.
What's she fucking laughing about?
What the fuck's so funny?
I have to go. You have to stay here.
Guido, don't forget your interview later.
They're giving you a whole page.
It wasn't easy. They're doing me a favor.
Don't worry. I'll be right back.
What else did you write?
That you're not the woman who abandoned her and hurt her.
That you want to be friends with her.
And maybe go out for a pizza together or an ice cream.
And?
And that you want her to forgive you.
That you'd like her to be happy.
Good morning. What'll you have?
Good morning. An orange soda.
She didn't want to come.
But I persuaded her.
After all, you're her mom, right?
She wanted me to come with her.
But when she arrives, I'll go. It's for the best.
Maybe.
How are you? You have a day leave?
They let me work in a pool during the day.
Yes, I know.
Are you seeing anyone?
I don't know.
There is someone, but...
I'm not sure about him.
In fact...
How are you? You look well.
I'm going.
I'll be outside.
You've got short hair.
You look well. You've grown up.
Did you want to tell me something?
I got something for you.
Maybe it's not your kind of thing.
You don't like it, do you?
I knew it.
I know it's difficult for you to forgive me.
I just wanted to see you.
You're beautiful.
I have a photo at home of when I was young.
We're the same.
But only in the photo, thank goodness.
I know that...
...it's too late, there's no point, but I understand how you feel.
No, listen. I only agreed to see you because dad insisted.
He's never stopped thinking of you.
Obviously, what you did to him wasn't enough.
Leave him alone.
Stay away from him, from us.
Don't ask to see us again.
You've not existed for me since the day you left.
Don't worry about me, I've never missed you.
When I was a kid, I was scared you'd come back at night.
I couldn't get to sleep.
The killer slut... That's what they called you.
Do you understand?
You have no idea what we've been through.
Wait.
Attilia, sorry.
The journalist's gone. Well done.
Hello?
Where are you?
I'm calling from the jail.
Are you okay?
Yes, it went okay. I'll explain later.
Where are you?
I'm with Benedetta and Costanza.
We're watching a film. I'll go home soon.
You're all there, watching a film?
Yes.
Well...
Good night, then.
Will I see you tomorrow?
Yes.
I just wanted to say hi.
Wait.
You're packing up everything.
Going back to mommy, home sweet home?
I came to the pool today. And I tried to call you.
Yes, I know.
The battery's dead.
I took a day off work to sort some papers out.
Can I have a drink?
- How did it go? - How did what go?
With your daughter.
Fine, fine.
I was surprised.
We stayed together for a while.
I thought that one evening the three of us could meet up.
What do you think?
Giulia, are you okay?
I'm fine. Why?
Sorry, I helped myself.
The police came to the pool. Why didn't you go back?
Come on.
You have a drink, too.
Oh, of course, you don't drink.
I don't want to go back tonight. Please.
I promise I'll go back tomorrow.
But tonight I can't. Let me stay here with you.
My daughter doesn't want me.
And neither do you.
Don't make me go.
Just for tonight.
Don't make me go.
I'm tired.
Take me away.
I will.
Really?
Where do you want to go?
- Where? - Yes, where?
Where?
Where are you going? Stop!
Stop!
Calm down.
My name's Guido Montani.
I requested a visit with a detainee.
Di Nardo.
Giulia.
Yes, I've called before.
I know she said no, but I thought...
I see.
Thanks.
From my chest to your stomach.
Okay, that's it.
Extend your body. From my chest to your stomach.
Okay, that's it. Extend your body.
Who'd have thought that'd happen?
Well, I hadn't seen her around for some time.
She was so pretty.
Though sometimes she was a bit moody.
A bit odd.
What happened?
She used a plastic bag. How awful!
Who?
The swimming teacher from the jail.
What a terrible way to go.
She was a nice girl, but she was very serious.
She was attentive.
She was very nice. Really kind sometimes.
Not long ago, she asked to be put in a room by herself.
We put her in here, like we do with all the others.
Wait here a minute.
We didn't know who to give it to. She had no one. I thought of you.
Guido once told me that writing is a way of being close to people.
So I followed his advice.
I followed her to the movies today. She was with a friend.
The film was good, but I didn't really watch it.
She was laughing.
I've never seen her laugh like that.
Before I went to sleep, I cried with joy.
I didn't ruin her life after all.
Not completely.
In all these years, I've watched her from afar.
If she looked down, or if she lost weight,
like she wasn't eating enough,
I spent the day worrying about her.
She was dressed a bit too lightly today.
Her T-shirt didn't even cover her tummy.
Her horoscope says she must be wary of new romances.
They'll end in heartbreak.
But what right do I have to advise her?
And about love...
I've learned that she's sad when it rains,
that she loves her friends.
She's not like me, she's stronger.
She doesn't let anyone step on her.
Who does she take after?
I'm not used to being accompanied.
I can't ask him in for a few moments.
But he's kind, he makes me feel good.
The social worker read my diary.
She said I have to be careful.
The judge may limit my time outside if I carry on like this.
But I could tell she was happy.
He's not handsome, but he's sweet.
He could be attractive.
He has a wife and a daughter younger than Viola.
He's a writer. That's why he has free time.
Today, for the first time, he swam 25 lengths.
He was exhausted, out of breath.
He stopped, took his goggles off and smiled at me.
That's when I realized I liked him.
Today I saw her on a bench in a park
where I go during my lunch break.
I looked at her for ages.
She didn't look up from her book for 20 minutes.
I wonder what book it was.
We're different in this, too.
I'd like her to meet Guido.
I don't want my daughter to read this diary.
I don't want to fill her with regret.
I don't want her to forgive me.
I haven't forgiven myself.
I'd rather she imagined she never had a mother.
After all, that's the truth.
I asked to change cells.
I want to be alone.
Today's a black day.
There's nothing ahead.
I can't see anyone.
I can't feel anything.
I don't want to write anymore.
Yesterday I imagined my life with him.
I wish I hadn't.
The judge decided I could continue my part-time detention.
I don't want to go outside.
I refused it.
I don't want to feel bad or hurt others.
I don't deserve anything.
What's up?
I'm not coming.
Okay.
Costanza?
She's coming with me.
You look more relaxed tonight.
Yes, I am.
Good, there's nothing to worry about.
Things couldn't be better. Right, my dear?
Yes. No one deserves that prize more than you.
We'll celebrate together. See you later.
- See you. - Well done!
Well done!
Who were they?
Why? Did you see them, too?
Honey, what are you doing?
Nothing, I'm eating.
Did you win?
No. I didn't win.
Here, have this. It's good.
- Cream-filled? - Yes.