Theorem (Teorema)

Your boss has given you this factory. What do you think?

So he's the main character in this story?

Hasn't this blocked all chance of a workers' revolution in the future?

Is his act unique, or a general modern world tendency?

A general tendency, I think

Can such acts, as symboIs of a new source of power...

...herald the transformation of all humanity into the bourgeoisie?

The bourgeoisie will never turn all humanity into bourgeoisie

So the not very original answer is:

No matter what he does, even giving away a factory...

...a bourgeois is always wrong

- Is that it? - I don't want to reply

This bourgeoisie is making revolutionary changes...

...in our situation

It's identifying all humanity with the bourgeois class

It no longer faces a class struggle...

...using the army, the nation or the church

Then it would fail; it would lose its natural allies

You must answer the new questions raised by the bourgeoisie

Ofcourse

What are the answers to these questions?

God led the people about through the way ofthe wilderness

ARRIVING TOMORROW

Pietro, how about some music?

Well, do you feel better?

It was nothing

Sorry. I'm afraid it's all rather makeshift

It's fine

It's been a real invasion

I used to sleep in this room when I was little

I'm here

Sorry

Your friends are calling you

You're a serious player

These are my friends

What's the time?

I don't know

- What does it matter? - It's six o'clock

It's about a sick man like me

Even in this disagreeable situation Ivan Ilyich found comfort

Gerasim came to wash him. Gerasim was a clean, fresh peasant boy

What are you reading?

His life was his and his alone

It would take longer to duplicate his goodness than to create a star

The godhead which had come without my hoping for it...

...has not returned, and will never return again

I like speeding. Now I'll show you what the car can do

I believe you, but I'm not young any more

You're not Gerasim...

...it's difficult to face you

There are two reasons I must talk to you

Firstly, there's my moral sense

Then there's a sort ofconfusion within me...

...which maybe I can only clarify by talking about it

You have seduced me, Lord, and I have let myself be seduced

You have violated me and you have prevailed

I have become an object ofdaily derision, everyone mocks me

For I heard the defaming of many, terror on every side

"Denounce him, and we will denounce him"

All my friends awaited my downfall, saying:

"Perhaps he will let himself be seduced...

"...and we shall take our revenge on him"

What did you say? So you do talk!

I must go. Tomorrow

I don't know myself any more

Because what made me the same as others has been destroyed

I was like all the others, maybe with many faults

You've made me different by taking me from the natural order ofthings

While you were near, I didn't realise it

Now I understand, you're leaving...

...and knowing I'm losing you makes me aware of my difference

What will become of me from now on?

The future will be like living with someone nothing to do with myself

Maybe I must probe the depths of this difference you have revealed...

...which is the innermost anguish of my being

But whether I desire it or not, won't this set me against everyone?

I realise now that I've never had...

...any real interest in anything

I don't mean some special interest

Not even ordinary interests, like my husband's in his work...

...or my son's in his studies, or Odetta's domestic cult

I had no interests

I don't know how I could lead such an empty life, but I did...

If there was anything... some instinctive love of life...

...it dried up like a garden where nobody goes

That emptiness was filled with false, mean values...

...with a hideous load offalse ideas

Now I realise it, you've filled my life with a total interest