Break Up (Eutanasia di un amore) (Eutanasia di un amore)

Sena.

Let's go.

Sena...they're waiting.

It's late - do it for them, at least.

Let's go, please.

Enough now, come on.

What happened?

Hi, Uncle Paolo! Hi, Aunt Sena!

- Hello! - You've arrived! What did you bring us?

The gate is open, just push!

- Good evening. And thanks. - Good evening.

Sena?

Hello?

May I speak to Sena, please?

- Ah, Paolo. - Yes, it's me. Hi.

I'm sorry, Ussena isn't here.

Ussena?

And who is she?

Ussena is her name.

- Let me talk to Sena. - I said she's not here.

- She has a fever. - A fever?

You just said she's not there...

- She's not here. She's in her room. - Okay.

Then get her.

She can't get up.

If she can't get up, take the phone to her.

- I need to talk to her. - But if she can't...

You mean she doesn't want!

Your call...

- Unplug the line, or else he'll call again. - Okay.

Thanks for everything, Jane.

Who's there?

Sena, I need to talk to you, will you open up?

Sena!

Sena!

- Good afternoon, professor. - Hello.

- Pio? - Oh, hi.

- Do you know where Sena is? - Do you ask me that?

- She's your assistant... - She was...

but she asked to be replaced.

- Why that? - You should explain that to me.

If you have quarrelled, you should know.

No... this is absurd.

Professor, you are to fail...

After so many years...

you don't understand a thing?

Do you want to not lose her, or understanding why she dumped you?

Both. You can't just leave after so many years without knowing why.

If you were in love, you'd know.

I ask that myself...

- You ask your brain, not the heart. - My heart is broken.

Show that to her. Make a photo-montage for her.

Paolo's heart, with a burning match inside.

Excuse me, how much is this one?

- It's already sold, I'm sorry. - Ah, okay.

See? You're not in love, you're laughing...

In tragedies I tend to laugh.

C'mon, don't play intellectual.

Once in the mountains, we recovered two guys who had fallen from a cliff.

A chilling scene.

We packed the disfigured corpses into two bags.

Maybe we even mixed up some body parts.

But I had to laugh...

- I laugh always. - Great.

I'll tell Sena that if she's chopped in pieces you'll just laugh.

- Excuse me... - Coming. Paolo, excuse me, but...

Hello, dear.

- What is it? - See, there's a client who...

- Patrizia, wait! - Yes?

I need to see her, but she's gone. Can you call her?

No, she's not around.

- Where is she? - Out for the weekend.

Who said that?

I just know. She's back on Monday.

Where did she go?

And with who?

Didn't you say jealousy is a possessive feeling?

I also said it's a feeling that makes you behave ridiculous.

You're not ridiculous, Paolo, you're just in love...

I never thought it would be so painful.

A human should be highly aware of the matter, but remain captive.

He's possessed by maternal love, and that's why...

he approaches the light suffering,

like all living creatures.

He's part of the family, but has to rebel, causing him to suffer.

He's deeply in love, but...

needs to reduce exclusivity.

Of course, he also suffers when he lacks it...

Instead, living means destroying the prison of emotional possession...

expanding one's consciousness, and creating happiness.

All other forms of existence are sub-human.

Love too?

Love is like poetry...

Either it's love, or it doesn't exist.

You seem to be a man who knows everything in theory, Professor,

but how is it in real life?

Awful... since you dumped me...

Thinking about her?

Here you are...

Do I look like an idiot?

You look like someone on his path to Golgotha.

Let's go...

Where?

To a conference for the seduced and abandoned. You'll lecture. C'mon.

Stop here.

See that door?

- Yes. - Know what it is?

- A school. - Sena teaches there.

- How you know? - I found her the place.

- And she said I could get her? - No.

She said she hates you...

and that she won't see you again.

So why're we here?

She finishes at 6:00... if you knew women, you'd wait for her.

Bye.

Pio...

You want me to assist?

No, thanks.

How do you know it's not for the worse?

Bye.

Is this a place to stop?

- Go, go! - Are you happy now?

What a mess you made! You didn't even invite her into the car?

I didn't recognize her.

Christ! She slept with you all those years, and you don't recognize her?

- Don't you love her or are you an idiot? - I prefer 'idiot'!

- You could have asked if it was her. - And if not?

- You're not in love. - Why?

- You don't take chances! - I'm afraid.

In love that doesn't count.

Someone who's in love ...is weak.

Arrange a meeting. Invite me for dinner and her too.

- She won't come... - Don't say that I come too...

And who will pay the broken plates?

She'll throw them at you at once.

And at me, since I defend you...

See, you're not in love?

Why are you so sure?

You laugh... and then say you're desperate...

You eat a lot too, and then you play the victim...

I eat more than usual. I guess I'm nervous...

- And you sleep good too? - Why should I wake?

Without Sena, life is a curse.

Well, I'll seat her to your right.

So the one on your right is Sena. Don't fail again.

Tell her you weren't brave enough,

not that you didn't recognize her.

- Thank you. - Paolo, you're here already?

Oh, my God...

Just like in that "say it with flowers" advert! Thank you.

For me or for her?

I'm not sure.

Hi. We prepared lunch, but you came too early.

I was afraid she'd see me.

- Did she call? - It's only seven!

- But she'll come? - Yes...

You didn't tell her, right?

Of course not, even if she imagined it.

You guys think all women are fools?

Paolo, calm down now. Sit down, you make me nervous!

And you, get out of the kitchen!

We men believe in love... but women don't fall for this error.

I did when I married you.

To hell with you and that Vicenza you sleep with!

Cause you're impotent with other women.

- Why are you angry? - Because you told me. I could strangle you...

She's been so a month now.

It's not easy with her.

At least you have her in bed.

- Yes, but... nothing happens. - You can quarrel.

- I can't even see Sena. - But why did you separate?

It was her. She didn't even tell me why.

Maybe she wants to marry you? No, she knows I'm against it.

She also said marriage doesn't solve a thing, it's just an agreement.

- You could at least live together. - We did it.

Maybe it's mid-life crisis. Women become moralists when they get 30...

I'm there soon.

- You're married. - To a fag!

- One day I'll kill her! - I'll kill you, if you don't drop that Vicenza girl.

- You men are bastards. - Why?

You're unable to make love, and you blame women.

- Did Sena tell you that? - Don't start again!

I'm here for that...

No, it's not her.

Probably my mother wants to tell me how to cook.

Ah, it's you Sena. Aren't you coming?

Has Paolo arrived?

I told you I won't invite him.

Are you afraid he'll eat you?

You'll see. We've prepared a delightful dish.

- So he is there? - Noooh!

Patrizia, be honest.

I've told you the truth. Hurry up, dinner's ready.

I'm without a car.

I just wanted to ask Paolo to give me a ride.

If he's not here, how could he drive?

In fact, I'll call Paolo...

What do you say? May I bring him too?

Sure you can.

In fact, I'll call him myself and tell him to get you.