Hope Lost

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WOMAN:

No... no!

MAN:

Did you say...

do it to her?

WOMAN:

No!

MAN:

It's one of the

golden rules of cinema.

Before inevitable doom,

There must always be

a scene of hope.

(Yelling in pain)

And you've been turning

your back on me

When on trial

I'll say your name

Can you hear

While I'm begging

for justice in vain

I'll be near

I'll be here, waiting

I'll be here, waiting

I'll be here, waiting

Guilty

Tyrant

Lunatic

Torturer

In the name of God

I'm nobody's son

Victim

Monster

Judas

Cain

Call me like you want

I'm my own father

I'm my own father

(Child speaking)

(Woman speaking)

(Dance music playing)

(Shouting)

(Laughing)

Hi, uh, I'm sorry

for my friends.

They're...

Haven't I seen you before?

Oh, yeah, I'm Sofia.

Thank you.

Um, the beauty contest,

two years, ago, remember?

You won, right?

No, I didn't.

I only made the finals.

Really?

With your face and smile,

You should have won

the damn contest.

Excuse me, another glass.

So... how come you came back?

Work, as usual.

Are you shooting

a movie in Bacau?

No, it's a TV thing.

Oh, what's it about?

Uh, it's a reality show,

And we're looking for an

Eastern European girl...

Thank you.

Who can speak a bit of Italian.

Oh, well... I do.

I never get a chance to

practice, but... I do.

Well, here's a chance.

You stick with me tonight,

and you can practice.

Or...

You can come with me to Rome,

and speak Italian all day long.

Okay.

What if I take a picture of you,

And show it to the producers?

You never know.

Sure.

Why not?

Smile.

Excuse me a second.

GIRLFRIEND:

Sofi!

GPS:

In two kilometers, you will

reach your destination.

Thank god for that thing.

Well, Rome is so big.

You can get lost even on foot.

Big enough to make

all my dreams come true.

(Phone beeping)

Check this out.

Who's perfect?

You are.

The producers liked your photo.

If you want to come with me,

I'll organize the audition.

But I can't just

leave everything.

When are you coming back?

I don't know.

In a few months, maybe.

All right, look,

let's do it like this.

Give me your book and

I'll take it to the producers.

You have a book, don't you?

Of course, wait a second.

Never had a book, but I'm sure

you know a photographer in Rome.

All right.

Today, I recall

Some years ago

My hands were too strong

To let them go

The dreams I had

chosen to live

When I was 17

And all that I've seen

through my eyes

I won't let it go

No

No

My mother twisted fate

She was the first to

blur away

Her curly hairdo

The rouge upon her mouth

I asked her, smiling,

"Do you love me?"

And father

Twisted fate

I stare in his eyes now

Every day

By day it's a bit cozier.

I'm sorry for

a little discomfort.

No, it's okay.

It's not important.

But...

Are we sharing the same room?

I'm not that kind

of producer.

I'll be sleeping

in another room.

Good night, Sofia.

Good night.

Hey, here you are.

Who are you?

Sorry, where is Gabriel?

Where is Gabriel...

Do you understand me?

Okay. Gabriel!

Gabri... Stop! No, no, no!

Relax.

Hi.

Who are you?

Don't worry about him.

He works for me.

You're a very pretty girl.

You look better than your

pictures, actually.

What pictures?

Who are you?

Where is Gabriel?

Gabriel owes me a lot of money.

And you're the one

who's gonna pay me back.

With your job.

No, it's not true...

No, it's...

Get yourself dressed.

No, no, no.

There's a mistake, it...

You shut up!

No!

This is your job.

This is your

f*cking job, okay?

I'll tell you what...

I'd give ya...

the count of three...

If you don't get dressed,

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