Finally Dawn (Finalmente l'alba)

Mm.

On your feet, officers! Hurry up!

There's a freight coming in.

Keep it going!

Walk. Hurry! Move!

March! Move your foot!

Down the street...

...march! Hurry! Move!

-Is she injured? -I don't know.

No! No!

Si?

Go! Go! Go!

Si!

Riccardo!

Huh.

So?

Is the dress okay? Good, we're going.

These soldiers belong to the Empire--

These soldiers belong to the--

These soldiers belong to the Empire's...

Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Cut!

Cut!

Okay, everybody...

Okay, guys, be ready! Come on!

Everybody, position!

Sight the loop, please!

Come on, guys, get up! Get up!

Rolling!

Sound speed.

You have won.

You have defeated the most valorous of my warriors.

I gave you my word, and now you are a free man.

You can take Princess Daphne away with you.

But your men's souls belong to this kingdom!

- That was not our agreement!

The agreements are...

...what I say they are.

Make your choice!

Princess Daphne...

or your comrades' lives?

These soldiers belong to the Empire I serve.

These valorous men...

...are that Empire's body...

...its flesh...

...and its strength.

Flesh is fated to die.

Not the Empire.

And the Empire needs this young woman.

Go then.

And may destiny spare your tomorrows

from its most vicious ferocity.

Wait!

First...

...you must face your fear.

- And cut! - Cut!

My God!

-That's incredible. -Are you kidding me?

Is-- it's so-- it's so real. Why can't I do that?

Sean, that was sappy!

-Oh, my God, Jo, that was terrific. -Oh, thanks, Dutch.

I mean, how did you?

-It was incredible! -Oh, come on, it was just okay.

Different, different from the Pharaoh.

- With this close up, you changed the destiny of your character. - -Sean!

- What? Are we watching... - Where are you going?

- ...the same thing? That was incredible. - Yes, that was--

-What are you doing? No, Sean. Sean? Sean. -I'm gonna go say congr--

-What? -You can't just go up there every single time!

-You cannot control me, okay? Just let me-- -Don't--

-Please. -Sean?

Now, if you allow me,

we change the angle of the camera?

Production is pushing me to see all the extras.

- Of course, darling. - Okay!

Right. So we change the angle, guys.

Okay, everybody, can we--

Everybody, position!

Thank God!

It was fantastic.

- Hmm. - No, unbelievable.

Truly. So real.

- You're doing all the hard work. - -That's a lie, and you know it.

That one's staying in. That makes the picture.

Water.

Thank you.

So who's the girl who replaced Renata?

You?

This is for you.

It's a gift.

From Josephine.

And the shoes.

- You're still here. - Jesus, she's furious.

Come with us. Hop in.

- What's happening? - Her mother's waiting for her.

- But there's no one here. - Where are you going?

-Her mother-- -I understood. There's nobody here.

Come with us.

No. No disturbo. Come with us, get in.

Come on.

It looks so good on you.

What's your name?

Mimosa.

Beautiful.

I'm Josephine.

And this, this elegantly groomed gentleman

behind the wheel is Rufus Priori.

He's my best friend, but most importantly,

a mastermind when it comes to creating artists.

Walking through Rome.

Did you like it?

Grazie.

Have you met Sean?

Sean...

...this is Mimosa.

-Hi. -Oh, he can be so rude.

No.

I'm just mediocre, aren't I?

Oh, you're so tedious!

Tell me. Tell-- tell m--

tell me that you don't think that.

No matter what you say, I know that's what you think.

I should've made my voice more husky during that line,

I should've made it clear exactly when my character starts to change.

Tell me. Tell me you don't think that.

"I should, I should, I should."

You're the best scene partner I've ever had, Sean.

That's not true, and you know it.

He only knows how to look inward.

And even then, from far too great a distance, I'm afraid.

She saw the sacrifice and she was very moved.

Are you okay?

Well, I must admit that watching your work over the past few days,

I-- I got the impression that you were bringing

- your actual self to each and every scene.

With each scene, everything seemed suddenly more...

-...contemporary, less classical... -Mm.

...and elaborately posed.

Now, I wonder where

such a young American woman

might've found the points of reference

for such a precise performance.

If it's classic, it's not old.

If it's classic, it's eternal.

Well, Daphne and I share spontaneity...

...lack of artifice, and straightforward sincerity.

We don't play games.

We are exactly who we appear to be.

Our emotions are real.

And, um, what about you?

Are you in love with anyone right now?

I don't wanna talk about that, Stephen.

- Uh, but still, I-- - Well, just think...

...when I was younger, and my mother took me to the movie theaters,

I dreamed of someday becoming an actress, like Josephine.

When they told me my stepmother in this film would be played by her, I...

...I came close to fainting, from sheer excitement.

That is to say, to work with a sacred cow like her.

Well, of course, you s-- you started so young.

Josephine, you...

...how many years has it been, exactly?

Why don't you leave us in peace?

-At least to dinner. -Y-- yeah, you're quite right, Josephine.

You're quite right. Um,

but, uh, the magazine has really made a point

of demanding that the article on the making of the film

should be enriched with a special profile on Nan.

A sort of diary of a young American starlet's

last night in The Eternal City.

History and beauty come together.

Poor magazines.

Which, um... uh, film of Josephine's is your favorite?

Let's see. Um...

Have you all met Sandy?

She's a young Swedish...

...poetess.

- Oh, really? - -She's capable of placing the universe itself

into something so small, you'd think you could hold it between your fingers.

The meaning of her poetry eludes all categories

because it is pointless to search for the mystery of beauty.

And Sandy is a genuine star...

...who never disappoints those who watch her, like a meteor,

with a luminous, spectacular trail,

before vanishing once and for all into space.

Sandy's poems are classic, Stephen...

...and as such, they are eternal.

Uh, where can we read your work?

Sandy would die if she didn't write,

but she's not dying to be published.

Did you say she's Swedish? What city are you from?

Don't focus on what's going on behind the lines, Stephen.

You're embedded in the frontline,

you have plenty to focus on, plenty to write.

Have a nice evening, all.

Uh, where are you going? We still need to eat.

Where the sea glitters.

Uh, scusi.

Sandy...

...is you, Mimosa.