Sweet Deceptions (I dolci inganni) (I dolci inganni)

SWEET DECEPTIONS

Francesca! Wake up, Francesca, you've got school.

- It's you. - Who did you think it was?

You don't want to get up? You're ill?

Ah, very ill?

- Alright, do what you like. - Thanks, Father.

- What are you doing today? - Why?

We're going to the countryside.

There's a new café on the way to Frascati with the most amazing records.

I don't know if I'll come.

We didn't even invite you. Fair enough, we'll dance without you.

- Francesca! - Yes, Father?

- Are you leaving without your books? - No, I'm just going to get them.

- Go and get them, darling, I'll take you to school in the car. - Thank you, Father.

You're at it again with that dog? Milk is for people...

not for beasts, they already have everything they need.

You must have slipped past me quietly, I hope you weren't trying to avoid me.

- No. - Miss, today is a bad day.

- What happened? - What do you think happened?

The dog! Here, we live for the dog...

it's the dog's house! Soon enough I'll start barking myself!

I've thought about that so many times:

perhaps if I barked he'd actually listen to me!

Sorry if I'm in your way, I can't see a thing up here!

Oh God, I've fallen down! Who put these damn things here?!

Mother! Mother!

- Are you hurt, Ma'am? - Of course not!

See that daughter of mine? See how funny she thinks it is!

You wouldn't be laughing if I were dead!

- Go on, take him the milk, he's waiting! - I'll take it to him, I'm going up.

Did you not hear the nice lady? Give it to her, come on!

Thank you.

Tell him to rest, he gets cranky if he doesn't sleep!

Okay, I'll tell him.

Miss, you've changed a lot since the last time.

Yes, I've grown.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead.

Well...

Thanks.

It's terrible, this mania I have for dogs!...

And it always ends up like this:

they die, they run away, they become deaf...

It's worse than getting a wife. Want some?

But this is the last time, it won't happen again.

Enrico, I dreamed about you last night.

When they fall in love with the owner, it's even more complicated.

How do you replace the love of a dog?

You'll get cold standing out here like this.

What? You're cold?

- I was talking about you. - You're right, I'll go and get dressed.

Anyway, it's happened, let's not talk about it anymore.

- Have you had breakfast? - No.

Then go and wait for me in the studio, and we'll have breakfast together, okay?

Do you like blueberry jam? Carmela, my bath!

Francesca, tell me, why are you at my house so early in the morning?

- What? Speak louder! - I didn't say anything!

Oh, good.

Oh, yes, pick up those cigarettes for me, I left them on the ground up there.

Five minutes and I'm yours.

- Here she is, my lovely lady! - No, Mr. Enrico, leave me alone!

- Run! - Help!

- Have you eaten? - No. - Come here. - I was waiting for you.

Coffee is horrible when it gets cold.

- I had a dream last night. - Oh, really? How many sugars do you want? One or two?

- What? - The sugar. - Two.

- What did you dream? - I was on the beach at Sanremo.

Remember you'd take me sailing when I was younger? - Yes.

I was always afraid, but it was so beautiful.

Wonderful...

but in the dream, I was older. I was..

- as I am today. - And then?

I was in the house by myself and then... you arrived, dressed all in white.

My parents had gone on a trip and...

- Then you don't remember anything else? - No,

actually I remember everything clearly.

But, you know, it's difficult to explain such a dream, that's all.

Hello? Ah, it's you.

Yes, darling, sorry that I didn't call you. I worked all night, finishing a project.

Have some jam.

Yes, I assure you.

Are you not eating?

No, I'm not alone. There's a beautiful girl here. - Yes?

Yes, a girl.

No, I'd never think of such a thing. Anyway, believe what you like.

Please, darling, let me speak.

Okay, I've known her parents for 10 years.

They were friends of my wife, but I saw them after the divorce, you see.

There's no mystery.

Yes, she's here.

15...16 years old...

- 17! - Ah, 17.

Every so often she comes to see me because I'm nice to her, okay?

I don't know, hold on. Why aren't you at school?

What is it to her?

No, she says that her teachers are on strike this morning.

I haven't seen her for two or three months, and she seems to have changed a little.

She has big, dark eyes, delectable legs...

tight hips, tall, small chest...

She's a beautiful girl, without doubt. A beautiful girl...

Yes, I'm listening. No, she's on the balcony.

Wait a moment, I'll call you back in 5 minutes.

- I have to get back to school. - Listen...

- I can't, I have to get back. - When will I see you again?

- I don't know. - If you like, I can come and pick you up just outside...

we can have. I'm going to Marino this afternoon. - No, I can't.

I can't say at the moment, let me go.

That damn telephone!

Hello? Don't move!

What is it now? What do you want to know?

How could you think such a thing?

Yes, she's gone! Are you happy now, is that what you want?

Come on, darling, don't cry.

Yes, I hear you.

I didn't want to make you sad.

I worked all night, and I'm a little stressed, that's all.

I apologise, are you happy?

I told you, I've known her since she was little.

What does her name matter to you?

Francesca.

- Isn't the teacher here? - The teacher is sick.

- Perhaps he's dead. - Let's not get our hopes up.

- Did you do this? - Do you like it?

- Yes, who is it? - It's me, don't you see? - Not bad, is it?

Give me the letter, let her see.

No, it's not her. She didn't write it.

- Francesca! - Let's try it with her, too.

- Francesca, come here. - What do you want?

A game, darling, a simple game

You have to write a sentence. Whatever you like.

Enough of this nonsense, it's stupid and there's no reason for it.

Why butt in?!

You're acting like children, and you've no idea how badly you could hurt someone.

Oh, my God! We had Mother Teresa in our class all along and we didn't even know it!

Well then, gentle soul, why don't we all tell each other what we did yesterday?

Tell them, I'm not ashamed. I'm not afraid of the things I do.

- I'll go first, if you like. - Listen to her!

- She's inventing stories just to sound cool! - Say what you like, it's true.

We were in his car and he started kissing me, trying to touch me.

I really love him, so I let him carry on for a while.

Then he spoke to me in a strange voice.

- Maybe it was the radio! - No, there wasn't a radio.

- Tell us what he said. - It's difficult...

- Write it for us! - Whisper it in my ear, like he did.

- And you said yes? - How could I say no?

What?! Idiot!

She didn't do anything, child's play!

Girl, if that's how we lost our innocence,

they wouldn't let us go to the cinema anymore!

- Well, I think that you're both wrong. - Really?

Yes, there's another kind of innocence,

that has nothing to do with boys.

And that's the most important, I'm sure of it.

Yes, ask Italians which is the most important!

If you're still as innocent as a child, they marry you, otherwise nothing!

Yeah, you need to learn a few things about men!

How boring, are we going to finish this game or not?

Come on, Francesca, write something down.

No, why? I don't know what it is and I don't care!

Oh gosh, Francesca, why are you being so defensive?

I thought you liked being so close to me.

I'm quite pretty, aren't I?

Actually:

"Pretty enough to take your breath away, almost as if God had placed in me..."

- What did he place in me? - "A little of his grace!"

What's wrong with you? Have you all gone mad?

But you wrote that you wanted to be close to me...

to protect me in pain, to revel in my joy.

They are letters that surprised me, but also flattered me as well.

I understand, you know.

- Tell me again what you wrote! - Come on guys, act out a romantic scene...

like the ones in the comic books. Go on, Gloria! Squeeze her!

Stop it! Stop it!

- It's her! - I know, who'd have thought it?

Are you happy? You know who it was.

- What now? - Nothing, it was just a game anyway.

I only said that I received a strange anonymous letter.

Tell us the truth, you're proud of yourself!

Ladies? Ladies, you are free to leave!

What lipstick do you use?

- Pretty scarf, where did you get it? - It was a gift from Mario.

- Bye! - Bye!

What are you doing, a strip-tease?

- Shall we go? - Bye. - Bye, see you tomorrow!

Look, Francesca, she's gone away without her jacket.

It's understandable, the state she was in.

No, I know her. She's too proud to let us see her cry.

Do what you like, got to run. If you find her, tell her not to worry about it.

Not that it's a good thing, but anyway, it's her business.

- I'm still her friend all the same. Bye! - Bye.

I brought your jacket.

Thank you.

- Take your pinafore off. - No.

It doesn't matter if you leave it here, I won't be coming back to school anyway.

Ah, good, well done! And whose homework would I copy if you weren't here?

Come on, we're not stupid, we know it was just a joke.

It wasn't a joke, I was being sincere. This is something you should know.

I didn't write those letters to her, or to anyone for that matter...

otherwise they would have known it was me, anyway.

- Perhaps you were afraid. - Of her? Don't worry.