A Castle in Italy (Un château en Italie)

A CASTLE IN ITALY

WINTER

Good Morning!

I pay here?

Yes.

- How many nights? - One

How many meals?

Two and a breakfast.

- Postcards, honey, cheese? - No thanks.

A rosary?

Are you sure? Look how beautiful.

- In oak colour. - Okay, I take a rosary.

Sorry to hurry. I need to take the train.

It's 54 Euros.

- You don't pray? - Yes, more or less.

No.

So, you see. It's like a stretch.

It's not so difficult.

- It's difficult? - No.

We stay like this as long as necessary.

But I'll miss my train!

In this position you must be silent.

One moment, we have to fix this.

Else I don't understand if we're shooting or not.

Stop the car. I have to talk to the actor.

Let me down.

It's your decision. It's personal.

Private, secret.

- It's your choice. - Right?

Nothing unreal. Hold out a little to pathos.

- But even aloof. - Got it, Dad.

A decision which is... existential and philosophical.

"You kill yourself calmy"

Yes, but faster. I'm freezing to death.

Fantastic.

Let's go. Come on!

I'll put some more?

Arrangementr with the rain! Go easy!

Make a decision.

Perfect.

We have it.

Very well, my son.

It was good, right?

Now we prepare the accident!

You haven't seen a rosary on the way?

I was coming from the monastery... and I got lost...

I came from here...

I had it in my hand. I wanted to take...

and it disappeared.

It's a mystery.

If you find a rosary, know that it's mine.

Excuse me Miss...

You are...

Maybe I'm wrong, but I know who you are.

- Why are you here? - Don't know. Nothing. I'm walking.

It starts to rain...

And he came, so... slowly.

He lifted the hood.

You say "thank you."

And he said "nothing" but was unsympathetic.

In theory, he was right.

At least from a moral point of view.

But nobody accepted it,

although he was right. But we adored her.

Excuse me. I need to catch the train at 16 hr and I can't miss it.

You don't do movies?

You want me to drive?

We're shooting a film. No problem.

- I can't let you go like that. - I need to go fast.

Give me your phone number.

- I have no phone. - So fixed.

- An address. - I don't have one.

- Your husband is jealous? Right? - I'm not afraid.

I don't have the air, but I'm a brawler.

I'll give you my number. It's much simpler.

And where I live, because you never know.

Mountain Street, Sainte Genevieve, Number 43.

5th district, Paris.

I'll put it in your pocket.

I await your call!

Or come and see me if you want. As you prefer...

You came on foot from Paris?

What're you doing with that stick? It belongs to papa.

Look at me!

Hands off! Look at me!

Look! Hands off! Look!

Hi sister.

Hello Brother.

- The Mayor says... - What people?

- Enter where? - Some Sundays.

there may be many people.

- But who's the mayor? - I...

I'm the mayor.

This place should be full of children.

You see children here?

- Why don't we have? - I don't care.

I personally would give you some donation

and you could do a summer camp

for poor children...

... or a centre for drug addicts.

We don't want to be here.

You don't want, but I do. I love this place.

- But you never come here, silly! - I love it all the same, silly!

For now, we'll stay here

and turn it into a Sunday museum.

Don't confuse the mayor.

Because we can no longer sustain it.

We paid 10,000 Euros per month for maintenance...

more wages, the gardener, the maid that is required.

By the way, did you bring me the envelope?

The money for the payment.

No, I couldn't go to your home because it was raining.

And now what do I do?

I will not pay them this month because it was raining?

Where I was?

Yes, salaries...

taxes, insurance...

accidents...

Last year, there was a huge flood.

The Bruegel needed restoration.

- You can imagine how much it cost? - I have no idea.

In the gardener's cottage we could put a bar...

and people could come to picnic on Sunday.

- It would be something cheerful. - You may visit the castle.

No!

The castle, No! The gardens at most.

The mayor said the gardens are not enough.

People don't come just to eat the grass.

- They want to come inside. - Visit the castle...

People are curious, it's normal.

Come to Castagneto,

visit the castle of their patron,

especially now that there are no more castles...

this castle is still there.

No more SOGAT factory and there's not even a patron.

Nothing!

I remember my mother, poor thing, now she's dead, right?

She worked as a worker in the factory of her father-in-law.

She always spoke to me about, your father...

The SOGAT... The Rossi Levi family...

Throughout childhood I have heard of it.

Even today people are fascinated.

I don't want to herar more. Enough!

What you want?

Come into my room and stare

while I shower...

while I shit, while I sleep...

while I scratch my balls?

- Like at the zoo? - That's not what I want.

Stare at my death...

Has anyone seen Jeanne? She disappeared for an hour.

Jeanne?

We had an empire...

My husband sold it for a pittance.

Come see.

Come see 'The Bruegel'.

He painted all the proverbs, had a lot of imagination.

He was also a clown...

Look, there are two ladies pooping through the window.

Will you marry me?

- What? - Will you marry me?

- No. - Right.

I believe in one Lord Jesus Christ

the only begotten Son of God.

- What're you doing? - I'm putting it in place, cleaning it.

Why are you crying?

You know he gets angry.

Do you think he will like to see

you coming here to pray?

But I said I'm just cleaning.

This chapel is so beautiful.

Transforming into a warehouse... We could consecrate it

and use it as before. Look here!

These are robes.

We bring a priest on Sunday to say Mass.

One might come to marry, to baptize...

But... who? Baptize whom?

Happy Birthday to you!

I take the advantage of darkness to announce,

Ludovico and I are getting married.

You're the woman of my life.

The love of my life.

I love you.

But I don't think it's a good idea to marry.

He never wanted to get married.

Women fall in love with him...

Since little, he has always been like that.

As Jacqueline.

She was a very loving woman.

She was our babysitter when we arrived in France.

And one day we realized she had fallen in love with my brother.

She was much older...

some 40 years old

and he was 12.

A spinster in love with a boy.

Now I throttle you as I did with

my other wives...

because you looked in the cellar while I had forbidden.

I've not looked in the cellar, I didn't see anything.

Liar! You'll die for lying.