La stanza della fotografia (2000) - full transcript

I'm arriving, I hope I'll manage
to find the address easily.

I can't wait to be with you.
See you soon. Bye.

Mara?

Mara?

Mara?

Where are you?

Ah, here you are!

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Good morning. I represent
the lawyer Del Tori.

- The lawyer from Palermo, I presume.
- Yes, is mrs Tarasco in?



Silvia Sarti, now she's my wife!

- I have important news to comunicate to her.
- My wife doesn't feel well.

Can you tell me?
- Sorry, I can't.

I repeat that my wife is not well,
because of her father's assassination.

That's why I'm here, the lawyer
has deposited the testament.

I'm at your disposal, what's
this about?

About your father, madam.

My relations with him
were not good,

I didn't know if he would want me at his
funeral, so I didn't go.

- I understand. - I also know that
he left me only the legitimate.

He told me so, some time ago.

So you already know that
you cannot lay claim to anything else,

from your father's property.

All his belongings will be offered,
as of his will,



to humanitarian organizations. Here,
this is the authenticated notification.

of the testamentary executor.

It's absurd that this man
went that far.

Silvia is his only child and we
will impugn this testament.

As you wish, the heritage
has been confiscated.

The magistrate is investigating
his presumed ties to the Mafia.

- But my wife's rights...
- Forget it, I won't object.

That's all, madam.

Still, I have to advise you
not to return to Italy, for the time being.

The police suspects that the
motives for your father's...

assassination, are tied to
illegal activities.

Exposing yourself could
be very dangerous.

My respects.

I knew it.

Crumbs! That filthy bastard
has only left you crumbs!

Marco and I were
tourist guides,

this was the only diversion of
a sadder and sadder existence.

After my father's death
I felt alone

He had tried to
prevent me from marying Marco.

Marco had become more and
more violent.

I hated him, I wanted to
escape, but i didn't know how.

Through a game of destiny, I would
meet Denise

and her story was
very similar to mine.

We'll meet at the medina,

I'm going at Hassan's bazar.

Who were you talking to?

Where are you going?

Who's gonna fuck you today?

Eh?

- Leave me!
- No!

- Leave me!
- You are mine!

You are only mine,
understood?

Leave me!

Leave me!

Now you'll do as I say!

You like it, eh?

I've spoiled you...

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Denise!

Denise, open!

Don't be stupid!

Hello?
- Hi, it's me.

She's going at Hassan's bazar...

Make her pay!

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No... No!

- Come here!
- No!

- Come here!

Leave me!

Now we're gonna have some fun!
- No!

- Is it far?
- We'll be there in 10 mins.

I can't wait to dive
in the water.

This is one of the hotest summers
of the past years.

What do you know, this is just
the second summer that we pass here.

From what I remember, it's been
a long time since we had such a hot summer.

If you say so, Fatima.
You are the only one that knows.

But what's happening?

Marco, they're attacking that
woman, we must help her!

Stop! Stop!

Hurry, they're escaping!

Stop you bastards!

Stop!

What happened?

They attacked me, then they saw
you and left.

How do you feel?

Now I'm fine, thanks.

Please, can I come with you,
I'm afraid to be left alone.

Sorry, but we're accompanying
the tourists to the hotel...

- She'll take a taxi from there.
- Thanks.

- Are you sure you're okay?
- Yes, she told you already!

A bit irritable, is he your fiance?

- No, my husband.
- Ah!

They left you a mark.

Yes, but this isn't from those
thugs.

this is another story.

I'm also married.

My husband and I are living a few
miles outside Tunisia,

we run a small pension,
just four rooms.

If you need anything,
this is the address.

Here.

We've arrived.

Please get off.
- Goodbye.

Thanks.

Bye.

I can't wait to take a shower.

I can't thank you enough,
if it weren't for you...

Thanks.
- Yes, yes...

- Don't be a stranger Silvia.
- Sure.

I sensed Denise close to me,

my subconscious was pushing me
to accept her protection.

I was attracted by her personality,
her way of behaving.

I would like to become her friend.

No, I don't like her!

She comes off as snobbish.

She seems nice to me.

She's gentle and protective.

Poor woman, those two
gave her a rough time, eh?

I bet that it was her that
provoked them.

She probably flirted with them,

but it all ended badly and
they stole her jeep.

They're giving you strange looks.

They don't approve of an arabian
woman who dresses in european style.

If you have something to do
go ahead.

Now I can orientate myself easily.

Marco wouldn't like you going
about all alone.

Don't take too seriously
what he says.

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What did she say?

- Never mind, let's go.
- What does "mousiba" mean?

Registered post, sign here.

Thanks, goodbye.
- Thank you.

From Switzerland?

Finally.

Hi Marco.

What's new?

What do you mean?
Nothing's ever new here.

Do you know by any chance,
what does "mousiba" mean?

Why do you want to know?

I just heard it from a woman
at the suk.

It's not a good thing,
it has a sinister significance.

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I was beginning to hate
this country

and its painful way
of dealing with time.

But when I first got here,
I fell in love with it,

fascinated by its mysterious sounds,
its intense odours,

its breathtaking sunsets...

I was living suspended between
reality and dream.

But... dreams, often
become nightmares,

like Marco's violent behaviour.

I tried to contact Denise,
but she didn't reply at the telephone.

I was feeling really alone.

Something was gripping my throat
and I was feeling weaker and weaker.