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So, tell me, where do you see yourself in ten years?
Well, up on the stage singing.
Hmm.
And what is happiness to you?
BASED ON THE BOOK "MY FUCKING BUSINESS" BY GIANNA NANNINI
Well…
Uh, a room someplace, with a piano,
and me with a glass of wine,
and… oh, a motorcycle outside.
And what are you afraid of?
It's my fault.
Of madness.
In Poland, the new policies of the leading Communist party
are finally starting to take shape
as a result of last December's events.
Danzig's shipyard workers who had--
Look. Look what you got from your babbo, eh?
So, do you like it?
No.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Hey.
You see that? She sings.
Gianna!
Where are you going at this hour? No one's at the court.
Who said anything about the court? I'm selling it.
You're selling it? What, have you lost your mind?
Is it mine or not? And if I wanna sell it, I will.
And if you still want me to compete, well, then you can get me another one.
Well, at least tell us why.
To pay for my singing lessons. The teacher says I'm singing off tempo.
Gianna, are you all right?
Where were you tonight?
In Viareggio, at a contest for new vocalists.
Be quiet, Gianna.
Alessandro, go to bed.
-Now! -Man…
Giovanna, you can go too. I'll deal with her.
Take off that miniskirt.
-What should I do? -Off, I said!
This singing thing, Gianna, has to stop.
I've only just begun, actually.
-It's like I've always said, Gianna. -What's that?
That I'll turn into a whore?
Like the woman you make out with in your car?
-You lower your voice! -I've seen it.
And I'm not gonna tell Mamma, all right?
But in summer, this year, I'm working at your bakery.
The bakery?
And you're gonna pay me to do it.
And after high school I'm going to Milan.
And what will you do in Milan, huh?
What do you imagine?
You're the next Claudio Villa?
Or Mina?
I'm Gianna, Babbo.
And for me, that's plenty.
♪ Beyond the city ♪
♪ In a bar… ♪
Dear parents,
as you know, I can't stand tears and goodbyes.
If I wanna do something, I do it.
♪ One look and then I don't live here anymore ♪
♪ And I have a rush inside That I can't stop ♪
♪ The shadow of the blue… ♪
I will not miss you.
From now on, I'll rely only on myself.
♪ For the blonde eyes of boys They competed ♪
♪ A summer ago, a summer away ♪
♪ Sacks on shoulders Fire in the streets ♪
♪ Black and white blood ♪
Well, that was fun, wasn't it?
Hey, wait, here, fix your tie.
Can't go home looking like this!
-Shall we part ways here? Oops! -Thanks. Ciao.
Ciao.
I guess he fell asleep, huh?
What should I…?
Hold on, I'll handle it.
Oh…
Alberto! Wake up, dear, come on!
Get to work.
-Oh… Just a sec. Coming. -Have him give you clean sheets.
Coming.
Or you just might end up with crabs from this place.
-See ya! -See ya.
Janis.
Yes! Yes!
I can feel it! Don't stop! Don't stop!
♪ We are still there ♪
♪ Among the clutter ♪
♪ Hope gathers ♪
♪ But then all of a sudden, I ♪
♪ Goodbye-- ♪
Good evening!
My friend here says that you're very good.
Hi.
Was that you bangin' on the headboard all night long?
Yeah. It's the only thing I do right. Pleasure. Tina.
-Gianna. -Romina.
Gianna.
-Break time for you? -Mm-hmm.
-Want a ricciarello? -Okay.
Sure, all right.
They're from Siena, my dad makes 'em.
-Yeah. They're great. -Mm.
-Thank you. -Mm.
What's your job like?
It's no big deal, really.
What?As long as they wash!
Otherwise, it's not a big deal, but it stinks.
But do you get off?
-Yeah. -Of course we do.
-As soon as we see the cash we just made. -Right.
-You're not famous, are you? -Well, not yet.
See? Exactly what I said.
Shit, you sing like the whole world knows about you.
-Meaning? -It's like music is your destiny.
I dunno. I have to do some auditions.
If they dig me, then you're right.
If not, then my dad's right.
No, but what I really need is a piano so I can rehearse, you know?
How about I work with you to buy one?
-Welcome aboard! -Okay!
Gianna.
Rise and shine!
-Hey, wake up, girl. -Hey…
How did you get in here?
Uh, room numbers are different, but they all have the same key.
So basically I was sleeping with the door open?
Well, no one steals around here.
And if anyone wants to fuck, there we are.
-I guess you're right. -Let's go, I've got a plan for the piano.
-At this hour? -Yes, at this hour, Gianna.
Get dressed, I'll be downstairs.
What's the title of that song you were singing?
"Addio."
And did you write it for someone you know?
I wrote it for my first love. He had left me for someone else.
And in that moment, I said, "No more of that!"
"I'll do all the dumping now!"
I mean, you can't really make that decision beforehand.
Yeah? Why not? You can make any decision beforehand.
Oh… just a minute, I have to calm her down.
Who is that?
Uh, she's like a mother to me.
She found me on the street when I was high.
I was only 13.
She always took care of me after that.
-It's just now, she's kinda pissed. -Why?
Well, I'm a junkie and a hooker.
-I didn't turn out so great, right? -Hmm. Oh, well…
Anyway, she was born in Florence, she'll like you.
Oh, well, then, I doubt it. Florence and Siena are like water and oil.
But…
Hi, Ma.
What do you want?
Well, how are ya?
How am I? Can't you see?
Who's that?
Um, she's a friend.
Can you do me a favor, please?
-If it's cash, that river has run dry. -No, I swear, that's not what it's about.
Oh, that's right.
You earn money on your own now, and it's obvious how you spend it.
Now, listen, I'm busy.
Tell me what you need.
I need a piano for her.
It's right here.
But make sure to put everything back the way it was, because if you don't…
I gotta go. I've got work to do, excuse me.
Thank you.
♪ Fantasy ♪
♪ A space where I can be myself ♪
♪ Fantasy ♪
♪ Of emotions and disappointments ♪
♪ Believing ♪
♪ Then not believing ♪
♪ And all in all After choosing yourself ♪
Gianna!
-What's that? -It's my lucky charm.
It's salt.
No, it's yours, I don't want it.
-It's okay, give it back tonight. -Thanks.
Anyway, best of luck.
-Thank you. -Kick ass, huh?
Kick ass!
-I'll kick ass! -Kick ass!
Gianna Nannini,
born on June 14th, 1954,
in Siena.
-They like horses in Siena. -That's right, yeah.
But I'm allergic.
-I have to carry one of these… -Oh.
Yeah…
You're a pretty girl.
And you have a nice voice. We listened to the tapes.
Thank you.
And I see that you have a classical education.
Conservatory, singing and piano as well.
And you'd like to be a singer-songwriter?
Uh, yes, of course.
We'll have to fix your hair.
No, not my hair, sorry.
Not my ha--
Try this on.
with these.
Ooh… now you look beautiful!
You know, a singer is not just a voice.
No, I'm sorry, I, um…
I can't sing dressed like this.
I have a song called "Dead by Self-Inflicted Abortion."
Yeah, so, forget your songs.
We'll find songs for you to sing from now on.
Uh-huh.
-What? -Eh?
♪ Fantasy… ♪
Yes, indeed.
Yeah, all right. Right here, sweetie. Go on in.
Thanks.
Ah, shit, the salt…
Fucking hell!
Tina!
♪ Now that you're leaving ♪
♪ And you always leave me less alone ♪
♪ Now that you're gone ♪
♪ There'll be another tune ♪
♪ Another truth For those who'll live ♪
♪ For those who will come and see You'll see, they'll live ♪
♪ Now that you're leaving ♪
♪ I quit smoking ♪
♪ And I no longer hold a grudge ♪
♪ For all those things ♪
♪ That I wanted to say ♪
♪ From the start, it was the snow ♪
♪ It wasn't my fault ♪
♪ We went to the end of the world ♪
♪ But you slipped right into it ♪
♪ And I followed you there ♪
♪ And I sold myself to God ♪
♪ So I wouldn't be far from you ♪
♪ On an inhumane day ♪
♪ Now that you're leaving ♪
♪ Without a real reason ♪
♪ It's a simple misunderstanding ♪
♪ Okay, this is the music ♪
♪ And maybe it will remain as notes ♪
Bend your knees. Great! That's good!
Bravo, Gianna.
Forget the singing, look at that.
Gianna.
Let's come back to this tomorrow.
I have to go to choir.
You sure are weird.
No, I mean…
Your piano's in the restroom, and you only use eight fingers.
I lost them in battle, you know.
-There you go. -I'll take these.
Yeah, they're ready.
No!
-That was rude. -Look, I hear you.
♪ As a young girl… ♪
Hey! It's eight fingers.
How are you?
Who are you?
Uh, I met you at your house a couple of days back.
Ah, sorry, I don't remember shit.
You didn't fuck me, I swear.
Well, I guess we could make up for that.
Anyway, I gotta go.
-See ya, Someone. -Ah.
My name is Marc.
No, I like Someone better.
Bye, Someone!
-See you. -Bye.
Dresses, there are three.
Greeks, we have two.
Little hats, we have two.
-Hello! -And corsets, four.
I read you're looking for a musician.
-What's your name? -Gianna.
-Have you played in clubs before…? -Oh, yeah.
You're from Tuscany. Where? Florence?
Hey, stop it with the insults.
I'm kidding, I'm from Siena.
We're open till 3:00 a.m. here.
Well I don't go to sleep before 3:00 a.m. anyway.
All right, well let's hear what you can do, then.
I'll play you a piece I wrote.
I'm a singer-songwriter.
♪ Your room, full of flowers ♪
Nah, forget it, it's no good.
Give my best to Siena.
♪ Should the city burn ♪
♪ I'd run, I'd run, I'd run to you ♪
♪ I'd even fight fire to see you again ♪
♪ Should the city burn ♪
♪ I know you'd look for me ♪
♪ Even after our goodbye ♪
♪ I am love ♪
♪ For you ♪
Bravo!
Can I get two beers?
Thanks.
You were amazing, Let's go somewhere, what do you say?
-Yeah, uh, no… See ya. -It'd be great to get a drink with you.
-No, excuse me. Excuse me. -Come on.
♪ Once I lived the life Of a millionaire ♪
♪ Spending my money, I didn't care ♪
♪ I carried my friends out ♪
♪ For a good time buying bootleg liquor ♪
-♪ Champagne and wine ♪ -No more of that, Gianna!
Where the hell were you last night?
-I was at home, sick. -Let me know next time or you're done.
-Next time, I will. Now, I'll sing. -Fine, go on.
Hi, this is a song that I wrote.
It's called "Dead by Self-Inflicted Abortion."
♪ Your room full of flowers ♪
♪ And two knives ♪
♪ Witnessing a ritual Which has no masters ♪
♪ A ritual, the only remedy ♪
♪ To freedoms denied ♪
♪ To broken will ♪
♪ In a pool of blood… ♪
That's enough!
We get it! Go home!
♪ …she won her war ♪
-Go home! -Stop whining!
All right, enough already!
Take this.
Get the fuck outta here and don't come back, you got it?
Yes, what is it?
Babbo…
It's Gianna.
What time is it?
I'm in Milan, and I'm fine.
But how are you guys?
Hello?
Well, then?
Katia?
What is it?
Gianna…
Hello.
-If you need a piano, go in. -No, I don't need a piano.
I need an appointment.
I mailed a tape and they haven't responded.
Oh my, you've lost weight.
-Are you a junkie too? -No…
No.
I'll get you your appointment, all right?
I'll handle it, don't worry.
Come here.
Go on in and play. Go play, Gianna.
Go on.
♪ I look at you and you know it… ♪
Good morning, I have an appointment with Mara Maionchi.
Yes, it's just that this girl is first, so just have a seat and I'll call you.
-Okay. -Thank you.
-You don't like these? -These are no good at all!
Next time, bring me some fucking half-decent lyrics at least!
Is she always like that?
♪ Prima donna ♪
Or don't even bother showing up here again.
Now, go on!
♪ I don't know… ♪
All right, who's next?
Uh, yes, Mara. There's this girl from Siena.
The girl I told you about?
My sister's friend's friend, the one who, um…
I don't care whose friend she is. If she sucks,
she's going home like everyone else.
Come on, hurry up, let's go.
♪ Unload the guns… ♪
All right. What did you bring in?
Something you wrote?
Yes, it's called "Dead by Self-Inflicted Abortion."
Oh, well that sounds cheery.
♪ Where's the courage to go on? ♪
♪ To give life ♪
♪ Among the ruins ♪
♪ If people can't hear us anymore ♪
♪ Maybe they'll give a paradise ♪
♪ To women like her ♪
♪ That's what they decided In all this destruction ♪
♪ I'm looking for another direction ♪
♪ But I'm already so far away ♪
♪ Something is burning inside of me Inside of me, inside of me ♪
♪ It twists the soul ♪
♪ What happened What's left now ♪
♪ What am I playing ♪
♪ The bewildered screams ♪
♪ The bitten hands ♪
Was the singing so shitty that it made you cry?
What the fuck is going on inside you?
One, two, and three…
Gianna, can't you hear this disaster is all your fault?
You go off-tempo, and everyone follows you.
I can't have you in the choir until you learn.
Go on, go back home.
I guess this is goodbye, then.
Hey, hey! You guys!
Let's raise a glass to the first album from Gianna!
Woo!
-All right, Gianna! -Bravo! Bravo!
Cheers! Cheers!
Bravo!
Thanks!
♪ My imagination expands ♪
♪ Covering his reality ♪
♪ And maybe that told his story ♪
♪ His problems And what he was searching for now ♪
♪ But I, where was I? Where was I, where was I? ♪
♪ The gray shapes of the past… ♪
Taste this, I brought it.
It's from a farmer in Siena.
Where I come from they make good wine too.
Yeah? And where's that?
Puglia.
Puglia?
-Bari? -Oh!
Easy with the insults, okay?
Salento, from Lecce.
♪ And he would take my hands instead ♪
♪ What do you have? What do you have, what do you have? ♪
The blood flows better to your temples this way.
It will stop your headache.
What do you feel?
Goosebumps.
You're good.
Yeah.
Asthma, sinusitis and migraines since I was a kid.
So I've got a black belt in headaches.
And what are you doing in Milan?
I sing here. Sort of.
Hmm.
And you?
Hairstylist.
Huh?
I do hair, more or less.
Oh, sorry.
Mm-hmm.
You know,
I can't tell if…
it's the joint we smoked or your massage,
but I'm better.
How crazy are you?
Hmm.
May I call you Eleven?
Why?
Because the first time I saw you was April 11th.
Make love to me.
Take my breath away, Eleven.
Take my breath away.
Gianna!
Coming!
Gianna!
I'm coming!
Come on, then!
Let's go, come on.
Alessandro,
When your father's not here, you shouldn't be riding.
Let him, he understands more about it than all of us together.
Gianna, hurry. We'll be late for the tournament.
Hey! Win it, okay?
♪ Thirteen years old, thirteen years old ♪
♪ The air around like lead ♪
♪ I remember my face on my fingers ♪
♪ Broken sentences A hundred excuses, professor ♪
♪ To get your hands off me Thief ♪
This will be our little secret.
-♪ Of my adolescence ♪ -You make me feel amazing.
♪ Stop ♪
♪ What do I have left ♪
♪ When awareness descends… ♪
You were great.
May I have an 11?
Eleven.
Here you go.
Thank you.
Anyway, it's absurd. You have two records out,
you shouldn't have to sing in places like this.
Hey, you were seriously great.
Hmm, right.
The applause really shook the place tonight.
Where you going?
I need to get some air, I'm going on a walk.
But it's really dark out. Come back.
You go to sleep.
I just need to be alone right now.
Eleven!
And number 11 is the winner of the prize.
Bravo, bravo.
"I Miei Pensieri," fourteenth.
"Scrivimi Prima di Dormire," fifteenth.
SEMIANNUAL RANKING
Gianna Nannini sixteenth, I'm last, this is bullshit!
Sit down, I'm getting fucking seasick. Come on.
You know why I'm at the bottom?
'Cause my music's not there. I'm nowhere to be found.
I went to all the record stores all over Milan. I'm not there!
You're not in there because you're not selling.
I need more time, though.
How much time do you fucking want?
-No one gave a shit about your records. -Your promotion's what sucks!
-All of you suck! -Now just calm down, okay?
Look, I'm tired, all right?
Are you letting me go, then?
Tell me! You want me outta here?
It's not only up to me.
It's not up to you, huh?
Well, fuck off, then!
Go fuck yourselves, both of you.
Brava, brava! Run home and cry. Go sing to yourself, okay?
So what should I do? Just stand here and be offended?
Gianna, it's rock that's killing it!
If music is your weapon, you should try to fight using it!
♪ And so I caress my loneliness ♪
♪ And everyone has their own body ♪
♪ And knows what to ask for Ask for, ask for, ask for, ask for ♪
♪ Make love to me ♪
♪ Harder and harder Like it was America ♪
♪ Make love to me ♪
♪ Harder and harder And I am America ♪
Because when you take the speed up to 300 miles an hour,
there's no time to figure things out, you have to drive with your ass!
You let your ass guide you, it's where you feel all the vibrations.
In fact, when you're headed into a turn, they say you need three things:
you need your ass, your will, and your heart.
Because you can't think, you have to feel, and maybe then you can win.
-It's true. -Hmm. You and your races.
Your brother is in formula Abarth.
If he keeps winning, he'll move up to Formula Two.
Hey, Pop. Don't say that. It'll bring bad luck.
Wow, you're great!
And you? What's goin' on?
-Uh, so, my new record's out in a month. -Oh yeah? Really?
-Yep. Yeah. -Really?
-Are you gonna let us hear it? -Sure, I'll go put it on right now.
It's not a mortal sin for you to take interest in her too.
Mamma's right. Gianna's grown up, she has her own life.
-Guys, I didn't say anything. -That's the point.
Here's the cover of the album.
-Oh, that's pretty. -Can I see, Giovanna?
What's she holding up?
-You're a lunatic! -Why are you laughing, Alessandro?
Why? It's not a rocket?
A rocket, Pop? Take a better look.
That's a vibrator.
A-- a vibrator?
On the Statue of Liberty?
What are you laughing at?
My name's not going on this disgusting thing. Clear?
-Hey, Pop, it's just a record! -You be quiet.
-Danilo… -Stay out of it.
Gianna,
get rid of it, or else I'll have to do it.
-And how will you? -I'll get it figured out!
Yeah, well, I made this cover just for people like you.
People like me? What exactly do you mean?
Well, you're a prude and narrow-minded.
You're all appearance and zero soul, man!
I don't even know what I'm doing with all of you.
Gianna.
If you don't want to deal with us, then get the hell out.
Go back to Milan!
Get out!
Go on!
Fuck it.
-A vibrator is a very modern thing-- -Giovanna!
Gianna!
If you leave,
you won't be welcome here again.
I'm gonna do what I want.
♪ I will seek I've always told myself, I will seek ♪
♪ You will find it They always told me, you will find it ♪
♪ For today I'm with myself… ♪
She's wonderful!
She's amazing!
♪ And so I caress my loneliness ♪
♪ Each one has their own body And knows what to ask for ♪
Oh, dear…
♪ Make me dream ♪
♪ She bites her lip And she feels America ♪
♪ Make me fly ♪
♪ He reaches out his hand And touches America ♪
♪ Make love to me ♪
♪ Harder and harder Like it was America ♪
♪ Make love to me ♪
♪ Harder, even harder And I'm America ♪
This is for you.
TO MY 11 GIANNA
And your words are in here too.
You do this with everyone?
Disappear and reappear?
Huh?
No.
I only come back to you.
I just disappear with the rest.
Whatever, tonight I can't, but tomorrow, if you want.
I'm goin' to Germany tomorrow.
So make love to me.
♪ We are California ♪
♪ We are freedom ♪
♪ Clenched fists in our pockets ♪
♪ Blood, reality ♪
♪ We are California ♪
♪ We are freedom ♪
♪ We are the ones who look at it And it still seems ♪
♪ Still seems like heaven ♪
Gianna!
Bravo! Bravo!
Gianna! Gianna! Gianna!
-Thank you. -Do you want an autograph?
Here you go.
-Thank you, Gianna. -Bye, thanks.
Why did you come here?
I brought you a surprise, Gianna.
One for me.
And one for you.
Hey, what day is it?
The sixteenth, why?
Sixteen. Hmm.
I'm gonna call you Sixteen.
Ah, no more "Someone"?
No. Today you're Sixteen.
I had an Eleven too, but who knows what happened to her.
Gianna! Gianna.
They want you in Cologne for a TV show.
-You wanna do it? -Hell yes!
Do you want to be famous? Then you need to realize where you are!
I don't give a shit if it's the most popular show in Germany.
I don't want dancers up there!
-I'll do it with my band or not at all! -It's the German TV channel.
It's the equivalent of RAI over here.
Yeah? Well they can get fucked, along with their dancers.
And their shitty director.
If you're not gonna go on,
you can come back here to Milan, and you can pay your own way.
Let's go.
Oh, no, shit.
Oh, shit, come on.
He left.
You treated him like absolute shit.
A photographer who worked with Paul McCartney.
You came in second at Festivalbar, so you think you've made it?
I'll tell you a little secret, Gianna.
In competition, only first place matters. No one cares who came in second.
Sorry, I mean…
-I was late, okay? I'm sorry. -Be quiet.
Singers like you are a dime a dozen.
Exploding and then burning out.
Whatever, not my problem now.
I'm leaving Ricordi.
You're in deep shit now.
Get outta here!
What?! Get out!
Won't you get outta here?!
Out goes Sixteen, in comes Eleven.
Why did you come to the shop?
Because pain is obligatory.
The suffering is optional, though.
Well, you said you'd call, and you never did.
No, you're wrong, I tried to call once.
And the line was busy.
You got a cute blonde, huh?
Gianna, go fuck yourself!
You're so beautiful, but you don't know it.
If you did, you wouldn't need this shit for courage.
I have plenty of courage.
Oh, yeah?
Look at you!
No!
No, I'm sorry, Ms. Maionchi is no longer working with us.
Yes, that's right.
Gianna, what is it…?
Can I get the number for David Roger Kranz?
I don't know if I can, he's very important.
Yeah, I know he's important, but I don't give a shit.
Mara's gone, and I wanna speak to Kranz.
If you won't give it, then I'll take it.
Look, everyone says he's perfect for me!
No, no, wait.
Gianna, Gianna, Gianna, Gianna, Gianna, Gianna, hey, stop! No!
Gianna, you're gonna get me in trouble!
If they say anything, tell them I threatened you with a knife.
♪ Warm blood, intoxicating perfume Medallions under a T-shirt ♪
♪ Marlon Brando Matters of tango ♪
♪ Medaglioni sotto la T-shirt ♪
That supposed to be me? Huh?
Yes, don't flatter yourself, though.
Can you get that?
Say I haven't been born yet.
Haven't been born yet. Okay.
Yes, hello?
Yeah, Gianna's here, but she says she's not born yet.
Hey!
It's that manager you've been waitin' to hear from.
Says he'll take care of your birth.
Hi, I'm here, yeah?
Yes. All right, that's great! Thank you.
Thanks!
♪ Cigarettes smoked in a hurry ♪
♪ Eyes searching the decolleté ♪
♪ See Ornella mute Mute, she shuts her mouth for you ♪
♪ While you are changing cars Changing engine ♪
♪ Latin lover Latin lover ♪
Okay. Okay.
What we need to do is create a European sound for you.
Let me think…
I think I know just the person who should record you.
-Conny Plank, in Germany. -So you're really gonna work with me?
That's what you wanted, right?
Yeah, but what do I say to Ricordi?
That you're going to produce the record this time around.
You'll make your own music.
And if they want to, then they can get in for the distribution.
-That's fantastic! -Yeah, but there's just one thing.
In order to produce it, we're gonna need some real money.
And we can borrow some from them to get it done.
But if the record does badly,
you'll have to repay the advance.
You cool with that?
I sure am, Mister Kranz.
Just call me Roger David.
♪ A man in the dark in a picture frame So mystic and soulful… ♪
COLOGNE
Whoa, look at that guy.
-Should we do it? -Sure.
♪ It stays with you until… ♪
-Cologne? -Cologne.
Yeah, Cologne.
-Thanks! -Ciao!
♪ It means nothing to me… ♪
Woo-hoo!
♪ This means nothing to me… ♪
I hate tanks, you guys.
Oh, and uniforms, and rifles, and everything else.
Yeah, I do too!
All I wanted to do was get into hockey,
but in Warsaw,
if you don't serve, you don't play hockey.
Hmm.
So, I just ran away!
Hey, what are you? Musicians?
Yep.
-Yeah, we're going to record an album. -Woo-hoo!
Conny, where are you?
We're here!
Gianna!
Are you Krista?
Hey!
Welcome.
-Stefan! -Yeah.
-Gianna. -Come inside.
Hi. Let's go!
You have to find your own rock.
You know, every country has its own rock.
You are Italian.
The instruments Mauro uses are Mediterranean.
And that's why I brought him here, to contaminate everything.
Let yourself be contaminated.
Be contaminated.
Just let it happen, Gianna.
But do it without losing your identity.
And together, we'll create a new kraut metro rock… synthetic!
The music you sent to me, it's great.
But we need to dismantle and rebuild the songs,
because being reborn
is even better than bein' born.
♪ Cigarettes smoked in a hurry Eyes searching the décolleté… ♪
-There she is! -Hey! It's a recipe from Siena!
It's sauce, it's not ketchup, eh?
♪ While you're changing your car Changing motor ♪
♪ Latin lover ♪
♪ Latin lover Latin lover ♪
♪ Yes, Latin lover ♪
♪ Stay with your photos ♪
♪ Stay with your tricks ♪
♪ Stay on the edge of the night ♪
♪ Stay with your drawings Stay with your twisted stories ♪
♪ On the edge of the night ♪
♪ Pretty baby, pretty baby Don't stay out all alone in the sun ♪
♪ Latin lover ♪
I know "Latin Lover" by heart,
but you can't make an album with just one song.
We're running out of time here.
We're working well with Conny, can't you cut me some slack?
Conny isn't the one who's paying.
Every day we spend in here costs us money, lots of money!
If you don't want me repeating myself, just finish the fucking album.
You've got one more week. That's all.
Any more is impossible.
The only alternative now is to go back to Ricordi for more money.
But this time, you're doing the asking.
We're running out of time.
♪ You… You look towards me ♪
♪ You look towards me You love daydreaming ♪
-♪ You saw-- ♪ -What is this?
Geez, are you spying?
I came to take photos.
Go on, then, because I don't need you here.
You called me, you know.
Nope, I would recall that.
-Maybe you were drunk? -Probably.
But I'm sober now, so why don't you fuck off?
Why are you doin' this?
Because I choose who I'm going to spend time around.
Nobody gives a shit about what decisions you make.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
You are only to do what you're told.
…only to do what you're told.
What's wrong?
It's nothing, really.
That's not true.
If you can't take everything you're feeling,
and put it into the music,
then, why are we here?
Hmm?
-Not so fast, honey. -Yes.
Um…
In the morning, I'm leaving.
I just wanted…
to thank everyone.
You guys have been, you know, like a family to me.
Mm.
Poor Stefan, you…
I don't want him to go.
Where are you heading?
Last night I dreamed of bulls.
So, I'm headed to Spain.
-You're going to Spain? -How cool.
He's gonna come back all tan.
I'll be in the studio, all right? I got an idea.
♪ You who look toward me ♪
♪ You saw bulls in your sleep And left Madrid ♪
♪ Stay in my eyes and tell me of mermaids And the deceptions of your dreams ♪
♪ You, European boy ♪
♪ You never lose your way ♪
♪ You, who makes wild love You always find a way ♪
♪ To go further ♪
♪ You travel with that precarious air You almost look like a poet ♪
♪ Inside your boulevards ♪
♪ You, European boy ♪
♪ You carry your luck around ♪
♪ You meet everyone by chance You won't go back to Warsaw ♪
♪ Because you won't be a soldier ♪
Brava!
That's good.
I'll be right back.
What do you want?
I found my courage again.
I don't do coke anymore, but you disappeared.
That's what you think?
Gianna, you're not present. You've never been.
I don't want you for me,
I want you for you.
Do you understand?
What the fuck do I have to do?
I don't know.
Not anymore.
But I am not the solution.
Well?
Yo!
What's your opinion?
Mm.
Oh, right. You don't actually give a shit about my music, do you?
No.
-That's not true. -Yeah, right.
Sing "Latin Lover."
I wrote it for your stupid ass.
-It's not that… -Shut up, you asshole.
Close the window, I can smell gas.
-Close the window? -But it's so hot, and I'm smoking.
Everyone dies eventually.
What the fuck? Hey!
Never compromise.
You are all you have.
That should hold you for a while.
That's all you got?
Never compromise.
You are all you have.
NEVER COMPROMISE YOURSELF YOU ARE ALL YOU HAVE - GIANNA
Never compromise yourself.
You are all you have.
You gotta to go more pop.
You gotta be more like Mike Bongiorno, Pippo Baudo,
you have to dress differently, as well.
Enough with the leather pants and the kraut hair.
You know, in Italy, they don't like that kinda thing.
Women play pop.
But I'm not like that.
So, practice.
Never compromise yourself.
You are all you have.
If in Germany you sell 250,000 records,
in Italy,
among your own people,
you oughta sell a million.
Write me a hit that will rock in Italy.
One hit, Gianna.
Or we all go home.
Just one.
One hit. One hit. One hit.
Never compromise yourself.
One hit. One hit. One hit. One hit.
If you wanna write something, press "record."
You know, Sting wrote an entire album while he was sick with the flu.
I've rebooked us the studio as well.
We're not going to let a little accident stop us.
Hey, wait a second!
You smell that?
Smell what?
The smell of gas.
It's been getting stronger.
Well, I can't smell any gas, all right?
Think of a hit. Okay?
Remember that.
One hit.
Or this ends and we all go home.
One hit. One hit. One hit. One hit. One hit. One hit. One hit.
You're late, you know.
You're late, you know!
Did you hear what I said to you?
Yeah, sorry.
I have to go now, but Conny will be free in ten minutes.
Why don't you go in,
drink some coffee, and join him in the studio?
-Let's go.Let's go! -Yeah.
Are we ready now?
In three, two…
♪ I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me ♪
♪ As if from a black abyss It's asking, "But why?" ♪
♪ Then it screams inside… ♪
Okay, not bad.
Um, once more.
-Oh, yes, no, I got it. I got it. Sorry. -No, no.
No worries. Let's start over.
I'll do it again.
Okay.
Recording.
-Go. -Wait a sec. All right.
Three.
Two…
♪ I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me ♪
♪ Locked in the ab… ♪
No, sorry.
When you're ready.
Again.
Hey, I smell gas!
Do you guys smell that?
Better go check.
I can smell gas.
Don't you smell it?
No, nothing. Honestly, I don't.
I'll do it again.
Sorry, I'll do it over.
-Are you sure? -Yup.
Okay.
Gianna?
-Yeah. -One, two, three…
♪ I hear a voice Speaking softly deep inside me ♪
No.
Damn, I got the words wrong.
-Go have a quick look. -Huh?
-Hurry up. Come on. -All right, all right.
Get rid of that ice cream, there's poison in it!
It's poisoned, you gotta throw it in the trash!
Gianna…
are you okay?
Gianna.
-What is it? -Oh!
-What? -I stepped on it.
-Stepped on what? -I killed it.
There's nothing there.
-There is nothing there. -No…
Why don't you just head back to the hotel and get some rest, hm?
It's okay.
Why don't you follow me so I can blow you?
-Take him outside. -Come, Stefan.
No?
Why is everything slow, now?
-Let's sit down. -Everyone's in slow motion…
-It's okay. -Why are they in slow motion?
-Just breathe. -But why?
All right? It'll be okay. Huh?
It's gonna be okay.
Everything's fine.
Everything's gonna to be okay.
-Everyone's in slow motion. -Everything's gonna be okay.
What are you doing?
"On Monday, April 18th, Gianna got up."
Gimme those.
"At 9:04, she had breakfast, at 9:13 went to the piano."
-Give me the papers! -"At 10:00, she didn't write anything."
Give me the papers.
"Sometimes she skips lunch."
-"Drinks beer at 3:00 p.m." -Please.
"In the evening she eats, and is usually tired."
Gianna!
"A discussion between us revealed that Gianna does not want to have a family."
Would you give it to me?
"She might love Carla, but doesn't want to commit."
-The fuck is this?! -It's nothing!
Are you a spy working for Roger? Get away!
-Hey, relax, -Asshole!
-Fuck off! -What?
-Go away! -Take it easy!
Fuck off!
Go away!
One hit.
You're late!
You've got one more week. That's all. Just one.
I'm leaving Ricordi.
Fuck off!
-Go away! -Gianna!
-I'm gonna do what I want. -Crazy.
-One hit. -Batshit crazy, it's what you are.
-Crazy! -Or we all go home.
Crazy.
Gianna?
Open the door!
Gianna, it's us.
Marc?
-Open up, Gianna. -Marc.
-Please, come on, open up. -Marc. Marc.
-Open up, please. -Marc.
-Gianna! -Marc.
-At once. -Wake up, Marc!
-Open up, please. -Marc, wake up.
Marc!
Gianna!
Marc, hey, Marc!
Marc! Marc!
Marc! Hey, Marc!
Marc, wake up!
Help me, please…
Marc…
Marc, he won't wake up!
Marc won't wake up. He's not waking up, though.
-There's no one there. -No, Marc.
Marc.
Marc! Wake up! Help me!
Come here. Come on, Gianna. Get up.
-No… I… -Come on.
Come with me.
Let me help you.
Call Eleven, she'll tell you that we're all connected together.
She knows.
Call Eleven.
Marc.
-Gianna, get up, please. -Marc, wake up.
Come.
-Oh! I can't. I can't. I can't. -Gianna! Gianna! Gianna!
Gianna…
It's my fault…
Hey, it's okay.
We're all connected. We bomb each other.
Marc.
What should we do?
We should take her to the hospital.
You witch.
Go away.
-Please. -No, I can't… be born right now.
Calm down. Roger's on his way.
Please, just relax.
It's my fault…
Where are we?
In Germany.
Hmm?
-Is Siena still there? -Yeah, of course.
-Why wouldn't Siena still be there? -They're bombing over there.
It's real bad too.
What day is it?
It's July third.
It is?
Me, Carla, and Marc make three.
Three.
Three times three, nine.
A perfect factor of three.
Carla and I equal two.
Nine plus two.
Eleven.
Eleven!
Carla's my Eleven.
Eleven.
But I'm Gianna.
Number one.
Gianna is one.
While July…
July is…
July's seven.
Seven, plus three, plus one…
Seven, plus one, plus three.
Eleven. It all adds up to 11, see?
Eleven always comes back.
Don't worry.
I'll take care of everything.
My father is in Germany.
Oh, Marc.
Marc.
Gianna…
Babbo?
-Why are you here? -Sweetie.
My baby girl.
-Come on inside. -It's not just me. Marc is in the car too.
Marc is staying with me.
Hey.
Come on.
-Easy. -Okay.
Here.
Marc.
-Babbo… -Yes?
-There's a cat. Make it get away! -Where's a cat?
-I have asthma, Babbo. -No, no.
-I can't breathe! -No, no, no!
-Gianna! -Can't breathe, Babbo!
Please, make the cat get away!
Gianna, sweetie!
-Babbo… -Gianna…
Sweetie, there is no cat.
-Come, we need to go to Milan. -I'm dying, Babbo.
-Send it away! -Of course. I'll shoo it away.
Shoo! Get away from us! Get away!
Babbo, it's the cat again!
-Se-- Send it away! -There is no cat, Gianna!
It's for your protection.
Do you understand?
Marc!
Marc…
Babbo…
Gianna, stop.
Gianna…
Don't worry, sweetie. Just relax.
Hey, you wanna sing your babbo a song?
I can't keep time.
-Well, then sing off-beat. -No…
if I open my mouth to sing, ants will get in.
There are no ants to fear, Gianna.
-None at all? -No.
Then, how about you sing?
Then you'll see.
Asshole!
Go on, now!
Sing, then! Let's hear it, bitch!
Can't sing, huh?!
-Shh… -Sing!
My poor baby…
♪ You will come back ♪
♪ I know, you'll come back ♪
♪ And when you ♪
♪ Are with me ♪
♪ You will find all the things that ♪
♪ And you won't be able to ♪
♪ Leave me anymore ♪
Marc.
Marc, come with me to Mamma's, Marc…
This Marc fellow, she keeps mentioning him.
-Let me in, Mamma. -Gianna!
-Let me in, I have to be born. -What are you doing?
Let me in, Mamma, I have to be born.
-Gianna! -Give birth to me, Mamma.
-Giannina… -Give birth to me.
-Don't be afraid. -Gianna, get up.
-What are you doing? -Give birth to me again, Mamma.
-Giannina, sweetie… -Mamma.
Babbo…
-Tell me, sweetie. -Did you bring the flag with you?
Sure! I brought it. We have it with us, don't we?
Will you wrap me in the flag?
-Of course, sweetie. I'll wrap you in it. -Wrap me in it.
-Babbo, did I make you cry, Babbo? -No, babe!
There's just dust in my eyes.
Eleven.
My Eleven!
You're my Eleven.
What's happening, Mamma? Where am I?
Why don't you just take one?
You know everything he said is bullshit, right?
Who is he to say I don't exist?
Gianna, I'm right here.
Look at me.
Kiss me.
Or touch me, I'm right here.
Please?
It's not medicine. Don't believe him.
Don't do it.
You don't want that, Gianna.
Don't take it.
I've given her some Xerinax.
You need to make sure she takes them for at least a week.
It's possible, though, that her psychosis is of the hallucinatory type.
It may become necessary to find her specialized care.
You mean a loony bin?
We don't use that term anymore.
Um, would it change anything if I told you she took LSD?
Does that change anything?
Well, if her psychotic onset was induced,
she may actually have a better chance of regressing.
Let's do this.
We'll monitor her for a few weeks, first,
and then we'll decide what to do next.
There's no way I'm going into some loony bin.
You can!
Come here, Gianna.
In fact, you're not going there.
I can stay with her.
Let me help her.
I can't play the piano for you!
It's okay.
-Come on… Come on! -My hands keep deforming.
I'm frozen.
-Frozen. -How about a hot bath?
-Let's clean you up. -My baby…
-I'm so cold, Mamma. -It's okay.
There you go…
♪ Your skin is my skin ♪
♪ It no longer has any color ♪
♪ I am blood in your blood ♪
♪ One single soul ♪
♪ Your story is my story ♪
♪ My eyes are yours ♪
♪ My hour is your hour ♪
♪ The destiny you don't have ♪
♪ Fly, fly, fly, fly My mind is flying ♪
♪ Fly, fly, fly Whoever takes me away ♪
♪ Fly, fly, fly You forgot about me ♪
♪ You don't know me I have just been born ♪
♪ It doesn't matter anymore who I am ♪
♪ I'm like a drop of water ♪
♪ Let me rain on the desert ♪
♪ A single drop of water overflowing ♪
♪ The sea ♪
♪ Contaminated Contaminated ♪
So why'd you make up that LSD story?
I was tryin' to help.
You needed it.
When you love someone, it doesn't matter how long they're away,
because you know they're inside you.
I think you have an army inside.
That's not true!
But if Marc was never there, who did I make love to?
Yeah, who knows?
I told you, you have an army inside.
I wrote a song about you.
-Oh, yeah? -Sure.
Mm.
Which one?
"Latin Lover."
Mm.
Sing "America."
No. Mm-mm.
Come on, sing it.
"America."
♪ I will search I've always told myself, I'll search ♪
♪ Today I stay with myself I'm enough ♪
♪ No one sees me ♪
"America," I wrote for you too, you know?
Marc couldn't remember any of the lyrics to "Latin Lover."
Not a single one.
I mean, seriously, If somebody writes a song for you,
there's no way you would just forget all the words.
That would never happen.
Hey…
NEVER COMPROMISE YOURSELF YOU ARE ALL YOU HAVE
Conny!
Hi!
Roger says I'm ready, but what if I'm not,
and he's wrong?
What do I do if I can't sing?
If my voice won't come out?
After what happened to you,
you don't have to be afraid of anything anymore.
For us real musicians, you know, only music exists.
And only music saves us.
I lit a candle for you.
Ready?
Fear does not exist.
For us real musicians, you know, only music exists.
Were you looking for me?
I'm not sure if she should do this.
No, no.
No, it's too late.
But she's fragile.
She can't back out now, she signed a contract.
Period!
If you're really her friend, get your ass over there,
and be a friend to her now.
Go and tell her that everything is fine.
Can you do that?
Everything is fine!
Okay? Nothing more.
Almost ready. Five-minute warning.
Gianna! Gianna! Gianna! Gianna!
♪ If you don't go out at night, but ♪
♪ You make yourself a sandwich While you watch TV ♪
♪ You too? ♪
♪ You sleep with someone ♪
♪ Who you don't recognize In the light of day ♪
♪ You too? ♪
Bravo!
♪ Do I call you or not? Do I call you or not? ♪
♪ My morale is in the dumps ♪
♪ Will you call me or not? Will you call me or not? ♪
♪ Who knows who will win ♪
♪ This love is a gas chamber ♪
♪ It's a burning building in the city ♪
♪ Love is a thin blade ♪
♪ It's a slow-motion scene ♪
♪ This love is a bomb at the hotel ♪
♪ This love is a feint in the ring ♪
♪ It is a flame exploding in the sky ♪
♪ This love is poisoned ice cream ♪
GIANNA WINS FESTIVALBAR WITH "FOTOROMANZA"
GIANNA ABOVE ALL TWO GOLDEN RECORDS FOR "FOTOROMANZA"
GIANNA NANNINI IS REBORN AND WRITES ONE HIT AFTER ANOTHER
Gianna! Gianna! Gianna! Gianna!
-Babbo? -Eh…
Babbo.
Gianna.
♪ You'll come back because ♪
♪ Losing each other is impossible ♪
♪ We are a river of clouds ♪
♪ Where dreams swim ♪
Do you recall…
when I wasn't in favor…
of putting our last name on your records,
because I was ashamed?
Huh?
If it hadn't been for you and your music,
our name would be worthless.
♪ My life ♪
♪ Hold me tight to keep on living ♪
♪ It's like diving into a sea of tears ♪
♪ This story that talks about us ♪
♪ You'll come back ♪
♪ And it will be a wonderful day ♪
♪ An acrobatic paradise ♪
♪ Our embrace on the world ♪
So many things in this life that I've been wrong about, Gianna.
But I did one thing right.
You.
You are my greatest work.
Hey.
You can park there!
♪ I'm going back to the start so ♪
♪ I'll turn off the lights And you'll disappear from here ♪
♪ Just a few moments ♪
♪ Beyond this fog ♪
♪ Beyond the storm ♪
♪ There is a long and clear night ♪
♪ It will end ♪
♪ But it's the tenderness ♪
♪ That frightens us ♪
♪ You are in my soul ♪
♪ And I'll leave you there forever ♪
♪ You are in every part of me I feel you coming down ♪
♪ Between each breath and heartbeat ♪
♪ You are in my soul ♪
♪ In this defenseless space ♪
♪ It all starts with you We don't need a reason why ♪
♪ We are flesh and breath ♪
♪ Drop by drop ♪
♪ Side by side ♪
"…THERE IS ALWAYS AN ALTERNATIVE, DEATH IS MANDATORY BUT AGE IS OPTIONAL."
BEAUTIFUL REBEL
♪ I am a firework A few gigs of memory ♪
♪ A gear that has gone crazy A new trajectory ♪
♪ The moral of the story Is that there is always an alternative ♪
♪ Death is mandatory But age is optional ♪
♪ Nineteen eighty-three ♪
♪ I was born without gender Nineteen eighty-three ♪
♪ I am victim and executioner I am light and then darkness ♪
♪ I am light and then darkness ♪
♪ We're just standing here staring ♪
♪ But sometimes the end Is only the beginning ♪
♪ There's always another round More rock 'n' roll ♪
♪ It's our show ♪
♪ Respect the line on judgment day ♪
♪ Sometimes it's the end But you are the beginning ♪
♪ There is always another round Ten thousand watts ♪
♪ It's our show ♪
♪ Every day a drop of poison ♪
♪ We are immune by now ♪
♪ So many vipers on the street ♪
♪ Who would have thought ♪
♪ Every day a drop of poison ♪
♪ Nineteen eighty-three ♪
♪ I was born without gender ♪
♪ Nineteen eighty-three ♪
♪ I am victim and executioner ♪
♪ Nineteen eighty-three ♪
♪ I am light and then darkness ♪
♪ I am a firework A few gigs of memory ♪
♪ A gear that has gone crazy A new trajectory ♪
♪ The moral of the story Is that there is always an alternative ♪
♪ Death is mandatory But age is optional ♪
"…AND I DIDN'T JUST MAKE THIS UP" GIANNA NANNINI