In Search of Fellini Page #4

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Lucy?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm amazing.

I lost the Vespa.

- What?

- Did you get the job?

Um, well, I...

[VHS tapes clatter]

It's amazing.

Um, I'm sorry, uh...

I'm just...

I'm so tired!

It's been such a long day.

I'll be in my room!

[door slams]

- What?

- Whoa.

[woman on television] Marcello!

Come here! Hurry up!

[woman speaking in Italian]

[giggles]

[woman speaking in Italian]

[woman on television]

We are in Fellini's office.

Before he starts a film,

it is here

that people of all kinds

constantly drift in.

This lady,

after telling Fellini

he'll never make a good film

if he goes on using

the same dreary old faces,

reads one of her own poems,

called

"Is Lightning God's Signature?"

[softly]

How do you ask a question?

Dear...

[speaking in Italian]

[speaking in Italian]

[speaking in Italian]

Dear... Federico...

[man speaking in Italian

on television]

[train whistle blows

on television]

I have been...

a huge fan for...

one day.

[telephone dialing]

[woman on telephone]

City and state?

Uh, Italy?

Uh... Italy.

[man speaking in Italian on

telephone]

[man speaking in Italian on

telephone]

[speaking in Italian]

Hi. Um, my name is Lucy

Cunningham.

Do you speak English?

Uh, [speaking in Italian]

This is me, the Mario. I'm

speaking the English.

[man speaking in Italian]

Yes, right, I'm...

I'm so sorry.

Yes, I'm...

I'm Americana.

Um, may I please speak

with Mr. Fellini?

Do you have an appointment,

Lucia?

No.

Okay, good.

[man speaking in Italian]

3:
00? 3:00 tomorrow,

[speaking in Italian]

Okay? Come, Fellini.

[speaking in Italian]

I'm sorry, where?

[speaking in Italian]

[speaking in Italian]

3:
00, do not be late.

[click, dial tone]

[squeals]

[laughs]

[soft music plays]

[Man on record] Goodbye,

little girl, goodbye...

[Kerri]

Did he say how long?

[Claire] No.

[Kerri] What, like years?

Months?

[Claire] No, I don't know.

[Kerri] Weeks?

[Claire] No.

She can never know.

Ever.

Promise?

[Kerri] Very funny.

I'm serious, do you promise me

you will never tell her?

[Kerri] Okay, I promise.

[woman speaking in Italian

on television]

[knock on door]

[Kerri] Lucy?

One second, Aunt Kerri.

[insistent knock on door]

- He-e-y.

- Hey.

Whoa.

You planning a trip?

Um, you know, I may have to go

to Cleveland

to get my Vespa

'cause it was towed and...

[Kerri] Oh, yeah, Cleveland?

Like, Cleveland that's in Italy?

No, uh, this Cleveland.

Oh.

What are you watching?

Oh, uh, it's... [stammers]

Nothing. You wouldn't like it.

Are you blocking the TV?

You're not acting

weird at all.

I wouldn't like it?

Me? Moi?

Aunt Kerri?

Come on.

Yeah.

[click, lively music

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