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TO MY GRANDMOTHER

PAST PERFEC FRIDAY MORNING

- He's great, right? | - What's his name?

Nick Drake, an American | singer-songwriterfrom the 70's.

Neverheard ofhim?

Is that bad? | - Sure is.

I'm kidding, | he's unknown but a genius.

He made three albums then died.

He was 25. No, 26.

- How did he die? | - He was...

Well, he was...

- Just a second. | - Okay.

- What? | It's betterif we take my car.

It's only two hours, | it's all the same to me anyway.

We gotta get Carola, she has | an audition with a French director.

- She's coming with Filippo. | I guess so.

Is this my CD?

Yeah.

- When'll you give it back? | - Later.

- How did Nick Drake die? | - Sleeping pills.

His mom found him, in England.

Isn't he American? | - No, English. Why?

I told this chick he was American.

Oh well, later.

He killed himself | with sleeping pills, that's it.

- Poor thing! | - Yeah.

I'm Carola Baiardo | and I began acting at the age of 10,...

...in a small commercial.

I've done lots of theater,...

...and recently I had a small role | in a small film,...

...small stuff.

Before we begin I'd like to say...

...I'd be willing to give you...

...some p*ssy to do this film.

Much better.

- Sure you won't be back tonight? | I'll be gone all weekend.

- That biologist again? | - No, I'm sick to hell of him.

- How do you do it? | - Same as always, Carola.

F***, my dear!

It can be fun at times, you know?

- Good luck. | - You bet.

- Hi! | - Hi!

- Well? | - My car's not ready.

Now what?

I don't know.

He said to stop by tomorrow.

I had to take the bus, | what a madhouse!

- What about a taxi? | I had no money.

- How'll I get to Claudia's? | I don't know.

Lend me your car, | or are you working this weekend too?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

Send them to hell.

- Did you read my script? | - Yes. - So what?

Your character's well written, | but the story's banal.

That's what they gave me, | what am I supposed to do?

Send them to hell.

Are you enjoying this?

You don't seem like a chick who...

- A chick who? | - Who moans.

- What? | - Nothing, you make me laugh.

- At least that. | - What are you saying?

If you want to know, I even came.

Where are you going?

Seeing that you came.

Andrea, what's the time?

I have an audition! | - Midday.

It's so late!

I'm going out!

Good moming.

Oan you watch him for 10 minutes?

10 minutes max, thanks.

Thank you, thank you!

Filippo behave, okay?

Sweaters... | It's chilly at Claudia's.

Underwear.

Cell phone.

Goofy gear.

So I can brush my teeth.

Cell phone.

Come in.

Good moming.

Have a seat.

- Carola Baiardo. | - Vittorio Badaloni.

I'm Bertier's assistant. | - You're not Bertier?.

Guess not.

I was impressed by your Italian. | I am Italian.

Photo and resume.

- Yes, but the director?. | - He's not here.

Perfect.

Maybe that was yourimpression.

- What was she like? | It's hard to explain.

Gimme an idea, a few words.

Stiff as a board.

Absolutely nothing, zero. | How do you call it?

- What? | - When a chick doesn't...

- Frigid? | - Right, she was totally frigid.

How can you be frigid at 25?

Good, good.

The cast is almost complete.

- We needed a different actress. | - Different?

An 18 year old blonde, | your agent misunderstood.

Stand there anyway.

In three years | I'll be a rich and famous actress.

And I'll buy a lovely house | in the countryside.

I'll have animals, chickens, pigs, | like a farm.

And I'll wear overalls.

These'll be mere bad memories, | you'll be a very bad memory.

Three years max.

Three.

Well?

An actormust be | the craftsman of himself.

One must know how to construct | a character's identity...

...with the same precision | and passion...

...of a carpenter | who makes a table,...

...a chair.

This is the secret to...

- Good evening. | - Good evening. Is there a problem?

Problem? Not forme.

- License and registration, please. | - Certainly.

Is the vehicle yours?

It's my girlfriend's, | I can't find the car documents.

I'll give you mine.

Stella.

- Are you related to the actor?. | I'm his son.

His son?

When'll daddy be on TV?

Soon, he's almost done | shooting a movie.

Great!

- Send him my regards. | - Of course!

If you are an actortoo, | I ask you an autograph.

No, I'm not.

One artist in the family | is more than enough!

Go ahead, Mr. Stella. | Everything's ok.

- Say hello to daddy. | - Sure.

It's my agent telling me | I got the part. Come on!

Hello!

Claudia, we're already on the way.

A little while ago.

- When did we leave? | - 15 minutes ago.

Traffic? Not really.

- Oream and cigarettes, got it? | - Yes.

We're all fine. | Answerit!

Carola had an awesome audition!

What's this cream gonna be for?.

Answerit!

- Carola, your cell! | It's not mine. -What?

- Claudia, I'm not yelling at you. | It's not mine!

Talk to you later.

Am I ringing?

Hello!

It's you! Hi!

I was confused, | a cell was ringing.

I'm not home, sorry.

No, I'm leaving Rome | with some friends.

No.

No, I'm in a car, | I'll be back Monday moming.

I'll be back in Rome | Monday moming!

What a mess, I can't.

I'm already too far.

Fine, I'll hang up and shut it off.

What's wrong?

- The frigid chick. | - Who?

A chick who left her cell phone | at my house.

I took hers too | because it's identical to mine.

Now she says she needs it.

- She's coming to get it? | - Yeah, like I'd send a courier!

What a pain!

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