Death Will Have Your Eyes (La moglie giovane)

Yes, who is it?

- Hi. - Hi. Darling what time is it?

- I don't know. - What is it Luisa? Trouble?

You need something?

No, I... How are you Yvonne?

You can't fool me. What is it?

Really it's nothing, I swear.

Okay Luisa. But your voice tells me otherwise. What is it?

I don't feel like talking about it.

I got it. You broke up with him. It's over.

It always ends Luisa.

I feel so alone.

I too am alone. But it's because I chose to be free.

- Maybe we were wrong. - You can't turn the clock back.

The Middle Ages are long gone. Together with the witch burning and the ignorance.

I too have chosen to be free.

- That path is a lonesome one, darling. - But who is it?

And it's tough, awful.

But you get used to it, little by little.

And you end up liking it.

But you must be patient.

It's not worth it Yvonne.

No. It's the only thing that's worth it.

- Always being at the helm. - Always, yes always. - At all costs.

Bye. Thank you.

- What are you thanking me for? - Bye.

What do you mean you're alone? And what am I - your imaginary friend?

No, come here. You're real Angelo.

You're the only thing that's real.

That's it, like that.

At the helm.

Miss, you need a lift?

Get lost.

There are times that I'm thinking it would be better if I made the decision.

- What decision? - To put out for money.

Keeping it in a chastity belt doesn't pay the bills.

- I'm Yvonne. - I'm Luisa. Pleased to meet you.

You're not from here?

- No, I'm from Rieti. There was nothing to do there, so here I am.

- I'm also from the province. - Long time here?

Two years. You?

Three months.

- You're broke right? - Can't you tell?

And yet you turn your back on your luck. You don't easily find

someone who has a car and is willing to take care of you.

Of course you have to have the stomach for it.

And also the nose for choosing the right one.

Cause I'm not interested in entertaining some filthy fatso

just for a pair of stockings, or a steak at a tavern.

- Any job can buy you a pair of stockings. - If only I had one.

- You haven't found anything yet? - Nothing.

It's the crisis. And despite all the talk about emancipation,

for a woman it's still difficult.

They say that we spend half of our wages in food because we're always pregnant.

I've arrived.

You work here? Is this a hotel? Lucky you.

- What's your job? - It's fantastic!

I pour into it my entire personality. Bye.

- Let's see each other again. I'm alone. - You can come whenever you want to.

I get off at eight. - Thanks. Bye.

Did you see them? As soon as we touch land they'll be all over us.

Good. A nice big steak with fried potatoes and a giant salad.

- And delicious trifle for dessert. - I'm famished.

Just like those two.

- Ok, but after... - Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

The moment they start getting all worked up, I'll faint.

You'll tell them I have a heart condition...

...and they'll think "she's gonna die and we'll end up at the police station".

And they'll ditch us. I rode in a Rolls yesterday. It was fantastic.

- What Rolls, a Royce? - Yes, I was hitchhiking.

- Did you note the license plate number? - Naturally. - Oh, I forgot.

- Carletti is six months pregnant. - And why are you telling me this?

You fool, she's leaving work permanently.

Says she's better off as a housewife,

than being a slave in the service of the capital.

But she doesn't suspect that being a housewife is another form of slavery.

I already told them about you. Better have a real job than dreaming about the Rolls.

That's true. Yesterday was the streetcar strike.

- He drove me home. - Really?

I swear I've heard that story before. Cinderella I think it was. A fairytale.

- But why? - Come on, let's focus on the protein.

Here are our suppliers. Don't you like them?

If you don't like them, you can pay our lunch with the Rolls owner's money.

The first strike that I don't feel like condemning,

as it gave me the chance to meet you.

I'll send a thank you telegram to the General Confederation of Workers.

If you like music you can push the last button.

Vivaldi. Quartet for strings and flute.

You know it?

Never heard of it.

I see. Something more modern then?

Yes.

- Do you like that? - Oh God.

Where do you want me to take you? Excluding night clubs and movie theaters.

I'm allergic to crowds. Maybe I'm a bit of a misanthrope.

Strange. A famous surgeon such as you.

Surgeon, yes. It was my mother's dream. Mine was something else.

This is the district I like most in Rome.

I visit it often but each time it enchants me. Look what magnificence.

What an absurd amalgamation of styles.

My father was an architect. He died when I was little.

My mother died last year.

- Where do you live? - In Livorno. I have a clinic there.

- And you live alone? - Yes alone.

Now let's see. Where would you like me to take you?

- I don't know. - Come on, isn't there any particular place you'd like to visit?

I don't know. It's better you choose. I trust you.

Really? Are you always so trusting?

Depends.

Yes, tell me. I'll write it down.

- Hello? - Just a moment sir.

London on the line. Thank you.

One moment professor. I'll put you through to her.

Luisa, it's mister Rolls Royce.

Are you nuts? He's much more than a steak. He's the whole cow.

Put him through.

Professor! How are you?

What, professor? Tonight?

Say yes!

Certainly professor.

Give it to me, you don't need it anymore.

Okay, I'll ask for permission.

Agreed. Certainly. See you later professor.

It all went extraordinarily well.

After all, the transplant process has been perfected over the years.

Mirror please.

The spare heart was in excellent condition.

And my patient after the operation was as good as new.

My God.

But you know what he did?

He abandoned his wife and kids and went to live with the widow of the heart donor.

She's an elderly lady with three sons. And he still lives with her.

He says "my heart belongs to this woman".

"To her and only her".

With our best wishes madam.

Thank you.

Fernanda. The pillar of our house.

- And Antonio. The other pillar. - Wellcome madam.

- Wellcome at your house. Dom Perignon dear.

Only the best for the queen of the house.

Come Luisa, have a look around. You can change whatever you don't like.

This is your kingdom, just as the clinic is mine.

Here I am but your humble subject.

You're young. You must like modern painting.

Look. This is a Morandi.

Observe his technique.

A Picasso. I operated on a french art dealer. This was his present.

- Picasso! It's worth a fortune. - Yes.

A Miró and here a Kandinsky.

My God! This is not a house, it's a museum!

What's over there?

- The kitchen. - I want to see it, come!

Madam.

- Would you like me to prepare something in particular madam?

- Oh yes, a huge steak, fried potatoes, salad and trifle!

- Very well. - Fantastic! This is not a kitchen, it's a dream come true.

We could have a party here, will we?

I can't believe it, it's fantastic.

- To us Armando. - Yes dear.

- I hope you'll be happy. - Yes.

Some music.

Death will come and will bear your eyes.

This death of ours, escorting us from morning until dusk

restless, deaf, like an old regret.

- No, no. Music. It's better. - But what was that?

A poem?

- Exactly. - But the voice was yours.

I told you. It was my mother that forced me to become a doctor. I...

...I didn't want to. No. I couldn't find the strength to react against her will.

But this is what I've always loved. Art, music.

I've never loved man, only his spirit. But my mother insisted.

She knew what it meant to be hungry.

- Can you understand me Luisa? - I too, know hunger.

You can forget it now. I only ask you to be patient with me.

- But was that yours? - The poem?

- Yes. - No, it's Pavese.

- You've never read it? - No.

Now you'll be able to read. Let's go upstairs.

Yes.

You're very beautiful.

- You look like a queen darling. - Stop it, I look like an expensive whore.

I brought you some more dresses.

- Who could have guessed. - They're so expensive it's disusting!

Angelo will love them.

How are things?

Great. We have so many things to say to each other.

All the dirty details.

Thanks darling. Stay with us tonight. Angelo

will buy us a huge steak, for old times sake.

- With my money. - No. I've had enough steaks.

Armando is expecting me at the hotel.

Come on. You can't fool me. Is there something wrong?

What more could I want?

One always wants more. Grass always seems greener on the other side.

Reciting poems even you. Cut it out.

Spit it out. I know you. What's wrong?

Impressionism, matter painting...

That's impressionism. The only kind that counts.

No.

Back in the day you were saying that nothing else mattered. Now you have it.