Call Me by Your Name Page #6

ELIO:

How did you know about this place?

Oliver winks. ELIO pulls up a chair and sits, spectating. The

cards are dealt. OLIVER, accepted at once, treats his fellow

PLAYERS as equals. Despite being a ‘rich’ American‘intellectual’, a guest at the villa of one of the area’s

richest men, he has the ‘common touch’.

ELIO is soon forgotten by OLIVER. Now and then he supplies a

translation of something said in Lombard dialect by one of

the PLAYERS, to which OLIVER replies, “Thanks, Buddy!”

18 EXT. MAIN ENTRANCE LAWN -PERLMAN VILLA -AFTERNOON 18

A few of ELIO’S FRIENDS play a volleyball game in a makeshift

court set up on the lawn by the main entrance of the villa.

OLIVER is playing with CHIARA, MARZIA’s slightly oldersister, and another BOY.

12.

The three make up one side of the game, while the opposing

team is made up of THREE OTHERS we haven't met.

ELIO sits on the side with MARZIA and another friend MARIA.

All eyes are on OLIVER, the glamorous American who has

unexpectedly dropped into their midst. MARZIA and her friend

ask questions about him.

MARZIA:

(in Italian)

Sicuramente è meglio di quello

dell’anno scorso, ti ricordi?

(He’s certainly a big improvement

from last year, do you remember?)

ELIO and MARZIA laugh.

MARIA:

(in Italian)

Oliver è un cowboy biondo

latinista!

(Oliver is a latin blonde scolar

cowboy!)

ELIO gives MARIA a look that says “Yes”, rolling his eyes.

MARIA (CONT’D)

(looking at Elio and Marzia)

Bella fregatura! Un’altra estate

nella lavanderia.

(Well, that sucks for you guys!

Another summer in the lavanderia.)

MARZIA jokingly punches MARIA’s shoulder. ELIO, bored and put

off, gets up and goes to a nearby table under the lime trees,

on it is some fresh fruit and a bottle of cold water.

He takes the bottle and goes to his friends, offering it.

OLIVER takes the bottle and drinks, then hands it back to

ELIO without thanking him. OLIVER then puts his free arm

around ELIO, gently squeezing his thumb and forefingers into

Elio’s shoulder in a friendly hug-massage.

ELIO, taken by surprise, is spellbound for an instant,

yielding to Oliver’s hand, even leaning into it --then he

wrenches himself away from Oliver’s grab. Taken aback, OLIVER

apologizes, asking ELIO if he’d pressed a nerve or something:

“I didn’t mean to hurt you”. Honestly not wanting to

discourage OLIVER, ELIO blurts out “I’m not hurt”. ELIO has

the face of someone trying, but failing, to smother a grimace

of pain. OLIVER goes along with this charade.

OLIVER:

(back to massaging Elio’s

shoulder)

Here, let me make it better. Relax.

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