The Staggering Girl (2019) - full transcript

Daniel was there. Alone.

Oh, I also saw Eduardo and Liam.

They adopted a little girl,
Clara.

They send their love.

Are you still there?

Yes.

How goes the writing?

Francesca, I miss you.
Can you please come home?

He pulls me down the velvet
steps.

He's handsome.

He makes me laugh.



When the opera returns,

I hear the aria
as he kisses my neck...

my fingers.

The rush of exhilaration.

My husband is sitting in the seat,
probably wondering where I went.

I put his hands on my dress,

my body.

I didn't know who he was, but...

I had never in all my life
felt so deeply alive.

- Vera!
- Francesca.

- Hey.
- Ciao.

Ciao.

Patrizio. Look who's here.

Ciao!



How are you?

Good.

Come.

I was in a panic.
It was absolutely crazy.

Everything we owned...

disappeared in the space of an
hour.

- How?
- Never would I have imagined it.

What shocked me most
was how fast they did it.

Patrizio was working,
his sister and her girlfriend came for dinner.

I went to get some groceries.

I got back, took the elevator
and opened the door -

everything had completely
disappeared.

The couch, our paintings,
the table from Trieste.

Nothing but white walls
and the wood floor.

I dropped my bags and called the
police.

"Police, come quick!
We've been robbed!"

And do you know what they said?

You'd gone to the wrong floor.

How did you figure that out so
fast?

I'd thought I'd lost my mind.

So all is well.

How's the memoir going?

How's the memoir going?

It's going slowly.

It'll be a masterpiece.

Vera.

- Angelo!
- How are you?

- Would you introduce me?
- This our dear friend, Francesca Moretti.

- How do you do?
- Francesca Moretti?

I'll be right back.

I have something
I'd like to show you.

- Of course.
- Will you follow me?

I think I do have one...

in my office.

Sofia Moretti.

1973.

Now, Frannie.

I have an idea. Okay?

I think your father,

I think he'd go absolutely wild
if you wore this. Come here.

Why don't you put it on?
Come here.

Put it on. Um...

And I'll go with you
and we'll surprise him.

Yeah? Come.

And he'll go bananas for it.

Do you remember this one?

There were many paintings.

- Ciao.
- Francesca.

- So good to see you.
- You too.

- Here, let me help you.
- Thank you.

How is she today?

She's better in the morning.

This way, Signora.

Yes, I know.

Why does everything feel so
wrong?

He kisses my neck...

..my fingers.

It was like

I was dreaming out loud.

And wide awake.

I've come out of a chrysalis.

He changed me.

And though I know it's wrong,

I so wish that I could see him
again.

And he stared at his own reflection,
so much so...

that eventually he fell in the water and drowned.

So do not be vain, Francesca.

Or if you must be vain,
at least don't also be fat.

So you act out,

but to your disappointment,
I'm not disappointed.

Always thinking
this has to do with you.

But it does!

Or you wouldn't have done it.

You live
like it's all some kind of game.

Is it not enough
that I have apologised?

You dress our daughter in her clothes?
You are sick.

Matteo!

Why waste a beautiful dress?

You should be asleep.

I can't sleep.

How do I look?

Same as always.

I have failed.

Because I never taught you
to be a good liar.

Mommy, can I put you to bed?

Can I put...
No, you may not put me to bed!

I'm working!

You know I know why you came.

And I tell you right now,
you won't succeed.

It's not safe for you to be here
alone.

The house is too big.

Because, you mean...

I'm too old...

- and I can't see?
- Well, I...

- But I have survived, you know?
- Those are real concerns...

- You know?
- ..And I'm worried.

Bruno's here!

I can't be here all
the time.

Yes. It's time!

- Okay?
- I'm not leaving.

I am not leaving.

- Ah!
- Oh!

Bruno!

How are your students?

They look at their phones while
I talk.

You must grab their attention, otherwise,
the failure is on you.

I saw Vera yesterday.

Vera? Who's Vera?

Vera, she came over every day.
Mom...

Your mind is going.

Don't tell me my mind's going
because I don't remember Vera.

I never remember your friends' names in the first place.

Thanks, Mom.

They were always changing.
One day it was this one,

and the other day, the other
one...

And then, the boys began.

I do remember Tony!

Do you remember him?

This you call passion?

Tony.

Shh!

He will try as if his life depends on it, okay?

But you withhold two times.

Mother!

And then, later...

um... say... you're reading,

and without warning,

you suddenly give yourself.

He'll never know
what to think ever again.

Well... uh...

we may have already...

What?! No!

That's fantastic!

Tony's very persuasive, isn't
he?

It was my idea.

Mother?

Mommy?

Sofia!

I've thought of something.
I have an idea.

Please don't lock the door.
- I'm terribly sorry.

I'm sorry, I will see you soon.

I...

I have an idea.

Okay.

Miss Moretti.

Always the swan in the park.

It would circle the pond.

Her eyesight...

completely dim,
she asked me to describe the bird.

I...

I'm afraid I'm not much help.

The colour of the feathers,

the quality of the light.

I'm afraid I wasn't much help.
I didn't know what to tell her.

And then, to see her struggle,

trying to make sense of it,
it was too much.

But she's not gonna stop.

I suppose this is the journey we're all on from the literal to the abstract.

And I'm told that the paintings that don't look anything like the swan

are sold at higher value.

So...

why should we worry if she doesn't know what she's creating?

She's not Beethoven.

She can't hear with her eyes.

Once, the world was deliberate.

Now it's randomness
and no-one seems to mind.

No!

This is because I'm losing my
sight!

It's because you are
absent.

It is not obsession, it is a
choice.

What have I
missed?

You just don't want to grow old
with a blind woman!

We're so grateful to you.

For everything you've done for
her.

I hope she made that clear.

She wouldn't see me.

Mother.

There will still be painting in
New York.

And there will be me.

And I'll take you to concerts.

- And to the ballet.
- But this is my home.

I'm not ready.

Don't you understand?
This is my home.

I don't want to leave.

Yes, yes. Yes, I
understand.

Let me tell you about a woman.

And...

This woman...

..she...

dresses the way you used to.

And she met a man at the opera

who was not her husband.

He was a stranger.

Was he handsome?

He was handsome.

He makes me laugh.

But...

she didn't trust him.

She's very smart, this woman.

He awakened something in her.

It was like I was dreaming

out loud.

And they...

rushed to a secret area of the
theatre.

The feeling... my body came...

to life.
Happiness growing from...

somewhere long forgotten.

They made love.

After it was over...

..yes...

I felt guilt.

But when I tried to feel regret,

I could only feel happiness,

as the moment played
again and again in my mind.

Like a song.

And I understood her.

Wonderful moments like this...

passing by, they announce themselves,
"Here I am,

"take me before it's too late."
And I do nothing.

Maybe it's because I tell myself
that it's wrong.

But once we've felt it,

it doesn't go away.

Once we know it, it can't be
erased.

Mommy, there's so much in life
that I can't express.

Why not, Mommy?
Why not?

- Show her.
- Shall I?

- Do you see it?
- What is it?