Full Speed (Tempo massimo)

FULL SPEED

- Good morning, professor. - Good morning, Antonio.

The light is still on.

You were up late again last night.

"The spirit is willing, but the flesh is tired".

These are Petrarch's words, you know?

Antonio...

With imagination, I sometimes see perfection in the woman... of my dreams,

the woman I write about, the one of a time gone by.

Do such women still exist?

Certainly!

But with them, it is difficult to write poetry.

- Giacomo, good morning. - Am I not right, Antonio?

- Why, dear, already awake? - Good morning, Aunt Agata.

- Why, dear, already up? - Yes, not long since.

You must have worked late last night. You strain yourself too much!

If I wasn't here to take care of you... Take your good cod liver oil.

- Pardon me, ma'am, milk first. - No, no! Oil first.

- The young master prefers milk first. - I said oil first!

- Giacomo! - Yes, Aunt Agata.

- Do not get too much sun! - Don't worry, Aunt.

Don't wear yourself out

and be back by five o'clock, no later!

You see Antonio, to be happy all I need are my books, my flowers,

some money of my own and never to have met dear Aunt Agata.

I understand perfectly, professor.

- Goodbye. - Good catch.

- And I beg you, be cautious. - Yes, goodbye.

- Good morning, professor. - Good morning, Giuseppe.

"In vain, oh woman, I long to find you."

"Are you on land, sea, or in heaven?"

"To meet you, alas, I wish."

Giuseppe, a fish!

This is sheer madness! What can you say in your defence?

Only a criminal could...

- My apologies, miss. - I didn't mean to fall on top of you.

- I'm sorry, sir... sir? - Professor Giacomo Banti.

- Dora Sandri. - I...

I regret having spoken not very polite words, but...

- Shall we get out of the water? - Gladly.

Listen, will you help me find a dry dress?

Certainly, but I wouldn't know where to find it.

- Is your house near? - Yes.

- Then you'll give me one of your wife's. - I have no wife, but...

- Perhaps, Aunt Agata's. - Very well!

- Lady Agata... - Yes?

- The young master... come, quick! - Oh God, what is it?

Giacomo! Oh God, you drowned?

Dear Aunt Agata, let me introduce you...

- Look at yourself! - Dear Aunt Agata...

How did you get into such a state? Antonio, hurry!

It's my fault. It was a minor accident.

My name is Dora Sandri. I'm sorry to disturb you so, but...

the professor insisted so much that...

I... I thought...

I thought...

- The lady certainly needs to change. - I'll take care of that, very gladly!

In the meantime, you go to your room, go to bed and try to sweat.

Antonio, a cup of hot chamomile tea, quick!

Come, master.

You, miss, come with me. You'll choose a dress you like.

- What a character, Miss Sandri! - Do you know her?

Everybody knows her!

Magazines keep publishing photos of her. This week too.

Many millions. Millions, and sports.

You better keep quiet until she stays.

- Is she staying? - For dinner only.

Lady Agata had no choice but to ask her.

- Antonio... - Sir?

My black suit.

Have you gone mad? Do you want to get sick?

- Back to your bedroom. - But, Aunt...

Back to your bedroom, and sweat!

Here I am!

You're wearing the dress of our poor Clara, Giacomo's mother?

- Maybe I did wrong? - Not at all.

- How come you're up already? - Real foolishness!

Please, miss.

Yet, you should go back to your room and try to sweat.

I don't need to sweat, I feel great. I can stay, can't I?

- Antonio! - Yes, ma'am?

Lay an extra place for the young master.

- Oh! Is there a child here? - Why?

I recognized the horrible bottle of cod liver oil.

It's for Giacomo!

- You will find it ridiculous... - No, I'm just a little surprised,

but I think that, after the oil, you'll take a good cocktail too.

Cocktail? God forbid, never! No alcohol!

Did you see a woman descending by parachute?

I said, did you see a woman descending by parachute?

- And a bar descending by parachute? - Come on, he doesn't get a thing.

- No women, no bars! - Let's go!

I owe you an explanation. I fell from the sky for a bet.

- For a bet? - Yes, with my friend, Prince Huerta.

We've always made bets.

Before, just for fun, and now, to get married.

- To get married? - Yes.

You'll find all this terribly immoral,

but I do it so, as a sport.

- A sport? - Yes.

A sport...

Poor Bob! I'll marry him only if he wins a bet,

but I do all I can to keep the danger far away.

- Did you seen a woman jump from a plane? - No women here.

Come Bob, let's go.

I shall go.

I'm sorry I can't wait for your friends, but it's late. I must go.

Goodnight, and thank you very much.

You're welcome, miss, and goodnight.

I can't stand it anymore. Please give me a cigarette.

I wish I could, but I don't...

- You don't smoke? - No.

Let's go into the garden.

What a magnificent greenhouse!

- Orchids! How beautiful! - This is a very rare specimen.

So rare that I dare say it's unique.

- It's the flower I cherish the most. - What a pity!

It would look so good on this dress...

Please, no!

Thanks, but why, professor?

Because it pleased you.

What a perfect gentleman!

Professor, you don't drink, you don't smoke...

Tell me, does this life as a hermit make you happy, although among flowers?

Yes, I'm happy.

And have you ever thought how nice it would be

if you had next to you a young, pretty, affectionate woman

who'd be in love with you?

- No. - No?

But I'm sure that the day you find love,

you'll be happy to fall into it. - Do you think?

No, we haven't seen anyone here.

- Shall we go to the villa down there? - If you want...

Professor Banti's villa? It's useless, you know? Good evening.

- Let's have a drink, I'm thirsty. - What a great idea!

How wonderful! And tell me, have you read all those books?

Not only have I read them, but I've also studied them carefully.

- And do you play the piano? - No...

Don't lie to me, Banti, I know you compose.

I saw some notes on the piano... Come on, let me hear something.

I'm expert enough, and I'll be a very severe judge.

No, you see, Miss Sandri...

- I don't like the music you prefer. - What?

- Yes, I'm sure you love jazz. - Why, don't you like it?

- I'm sorry, but I don't. - Really?

At least to me, jazz is not music.

True music must express what nature tells us,

the poetry of the mountains. - Oh, how nice!

It must harmonize the increasingly strange melodies of the lake...

How wonderful!

- Enhance our purest feelings! - Cute!

- And the soul needs to rise... - What soft fur!

Oh, sorry, Mr. Giacomo.

It's Bob! What a pity.

Oh, Dora, here I am!

- Still in one piece? Nothing is missing? - No.

- At last! - Thank goodness we've found you!

We've been looking for you for 4 hours! Tell us, what happened?

The wind made me fall in water,

but Mr. Banti saved me, risking his life.

Muchas gracias.

Prince Huerta, Popi Carli... Giacomo Scotti...

Not Giacomo, Dora! I'm Jack, simply Jack!

- Carletto Sabatini. - It's a pleasure.

You see? You lost the bet.

Yes, dear, but eventually I will win. The stakes are too good.

- But Dora, what are you wearing? - It's funny, but it's Aunt Agata's.

- Aunt Agata? So we can drink then! - Silence, please.

Aunt Agata is sleeping, don't make any noise. Come with me.

- Fine, in silence. - We just want to drink.

Tell me about it!

- Please... - I just want to drink.

- Be polite. - As long as we drink.

- I don't think there is any liquor here. - In a house like this? Just imagine!

- Some cognac? - I'll find it now!

Antonio, the gentlemen would like... but do we have some...?

Leave it, I'll deal with Tony. Come on!

- Remember, strong stuff! - Popi, you go to the cellar with Tony.

- Where is the dining room? - Here.

- And what's there? - The studio.

Let's go!

Professor, I'm dismayed.

- It's my fault, right? - No, miss.

Maybe you didn't expect such a fuss.

Yes, it's not very usual for me.

Our life here is so quiet.

- And what do you think of Bob? - Bob?

Very elegant ... and...

Do you love him?

What are you saying? Love! It's he who is set to marry me.

Cherries...

This and this...

Cognac! Bueno!

You don't love him and you let him marry you?

They are two distinct things. Moreover, I haven't decided anything yet.

Perhaps, on a day of disappointment, if I don't have anything better...

Bob is decorative, he loves sports...

- He loves sports? - Yes.

- Like you? - Like me.

Dora!