A Quiet Place in the Country Page #3

- Leave me alone.

- Give me the film. Give it to me!

- Stop. He's a friend of mine.

- Leonardo...

- Come on.

- Leonardo, what on earth are you doing?

Leave him alone.

Why do you have to behave like this?

- Wait for us outside.

- He's only doing his job.

We need these pictures for publicity.

It's his job.

- Do you want him to go?

- He was shooting the paintings.

You'd better go.

- What the hell's the matter with him?

- Forget it.

Be good. Be good, be happy.

I want you to be happy.

- Are you happy?

- No.

- Why not?

- I don't know.

- Are you unhappy?

- I think so.

Why?

I don't know.

I want you to be happy.

Do you want to be happy?

- Look, I don't think that...

- Answer me, yes or no.

- How will I know?

- Yes or no.

It depends.

Why did you cry out just then?

- Cry out?

- Just then, before.

Who knows?

Where are you going?

To work.

Yeah, well, that's it.

If you get me 22 canvases

done by the end of summer,

I'll leave you in peace for a year.

How much for me?

I'll write it down.

That's roughly what you'll get.

I've made a calculation

according to your point value,

on the average

in the Milan and New York markets.

Don't make them too big or I won't

get them through the door of the gallery.

Then they won't sell.

Flavia!

Help me up. Help me up.

Don't move.

Look out, look out! The roof is falling!

That's so strange. I suddenly stepped on it,

and it gave way under me completely

as if someone were pulling me down.

Would you like a drink?

Yes, some water.

I didn't go near it. It just happened.

It was as if it wanted

to hurt me deliberately.

But it's so late.

Why don't you wait till the morning?

I don't like the house,

and the house obviously doesn't like me.

- Do you want anything from Milan?

- Yes, something to read.

Egle, tonight you can have dinner alone.

With your little brother.

I'll eat in town.

Fee?

Es! Sh"?

Have you heard about the girl who

was killed in this house during the war?

No, sir, I wasn't alive then.

I was born in 1947.

If you want, I'll ask about her.

It happened during the summer of 1944.

One day an English fighter flew over,

and opened fire.

She happened to be there,

and she was mowed down.

Was she pretty?

Not pretty, beautiful!

She drove everybody a little mad,

even the priest.

- What was her name?

- Wanda, I think.

Yes, Wanda.

Permit me to present my wife.

- Our friend, Mr. paglia, Mrs. borsatto...

- Good evening.

...our mayor, Mr. coletti,

my niece, Francesca,

Dr. borsatto and Mrs. coletti.

Would you care to join us?

- You said Wanda?

- Yes, Wanda valier.

- Did you know her?

- She used to take her vacations here.

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