Under The Tuscan Sun Page #12

- Francesca.

- Placido, hi.

My daughter says

you are taking her

to the festa in Montepulciano.

This is true?

Just a moment, please.

I told him you're taking me

so he will stay home.

I don't want to lie

to your father.

Come on, Frances.

Who cares?

Frances?

If I am not with her,

I will die of a broken heart.

You won't die.

Isn't he great?

Oh, there he is!

These are straight men.

In tights twirling flags.

- Fantastic!

- Yeah.

Oh, this is it!

He is fantastic!

Fantastico!

Whoo!

- Yay! Bravo!

- Bravo!

Pawel, I love you!

Oh!

Pawel!

Mi scusi. Pawel!

- Oh, oh.

- Easy.

Easy. Easy.

Mi scusi.

I throw the flag.

Si, amore.

They're fine.

Let's go.

What is it about love

that makes us so stupid?

Take the man with the flowers.

Same deal every day.

I mean, enough already.

Why can he just let it go

and get over it?

Francesca, you see my daughter?

She seems so different.

- Really?

- Oh, Chiara is not herself.

Oh.

Maybe do you know

what's bothering her?

Placido, I don't know.

Oh.

Hey, Frances, look.

You can see Bramasole from here.

See?

Thank you.

It's Marcello!

Oh, my God!

- Wait a minute.

- What?

What's he doing?

Don't go!

Where are you going?

Patti!

Marcello!

Marcello!

Marcello! Ah!

Marcello!

Aaah!

Wait!

Marcello!

We tried you on your cell,

but you were in a dead zone.

I cannot believe

you let him leave.

- He said he couldn't wait.

- Couldn't wait?

- Why?

- He was on his way to Arezzo.

He was nearby

and thought he'd take a shot.

He was very disappointed, okay?

You've got a snail in your ear.

Good.

Really?

No!

Get it out!

He left you a note.

Hold still.

He's going north

for a couple of weeks.

Oh, my God.

He had a dream

about me in a white dress.

A white dress?

Holy sh*t!

Damn it, Patti,

why didn't you make him wait?

I mean, come on,

You're a tough dyke.

You could have tied him

to a chair!

You could have

faked labor at least!

I wouldn't have had to fake it.

Ten fingers.

Ten toes.

I commend you

on a classic choice.

What's her name, Mom?

Alexandra.

Alexandra.

In Italian, the literal

translation of "to give birth,"

"dare alla luce,"

is to give to the light.

Alexandra.

Welcome to the light.

All right.

Hi!

Yes! Yes!

Hello, sweetheart.

Alexandra.

Alexandra.

Okay, I can...

Hey, baby.

Oh, you're so cute.

You're so cute.

Oh!

Frances.

We are finished.

Poland.

Dziekuje.

Dziekuje.

Come back soon.

I'll cook for you.

Pawel, you too?

Chiara is waiting!

Patti, you want to

come with me to town?

We could bring the baby.

I have to buy a white dress.

Excuse me.

- Could you give me a lift?

- With pleasure.

Grazie.

Grazie.

I could wait and take you back.

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