A Whisper in the Dark (Un sussurro nel buio)

Look, Milena, see how many Martinos there are!

- They look like little televisions. - In colour!

Look, mademoiselle!

Martino's spreading jam on a slice of bread for Luca.

- Lets play a joke on him. - Alright.

Good morning children.

- G0od morning mum. - Good morning Francoise.

- Good morning mum. - G0od morning Martino.

What about Luca?

Good morning Luca.

- Come on, grab it now! - You grab it, l can't reach it.

Alright.

Milena! Matilde!

Mmm, it's good!

Luca will punish you for that.

You're not going to the party today.

I want to go to the party, understand?

I want to go! Bloody Lucal!

I want to go to the party, I want to go and that's that!

You've worn me out now, all three of you!

Oh no, Camilla...

Oh, stop it. Don't you start as well!

...you should have said all four of you.

Good morning.

May I sit on Luca's lap?

Oh, there are too many guests in this house,

if I'd known I'd have stayed in Boston.

Camilla, lets us two go to Rome to see St. Peter's...

- Of course. - ...Or Via Veneto.

Us too, mum!

Please baby, I said just us two, not the whole tribe.

- I had a strange dream last night. - Good morning, sir.

- What did you dream about? - Good morning, Clara.

- Good morning, dad. - Good morning, everyone.

So what aboutthis dream?

I dreamt of a crowd of children

all armed with pistols and knives.

What were they doing?

They were coming down a steep path

and screaming.

They fell on me like an avalanche,

- but I didn't try to escape. - Very interesting.

And lthought: 'My God, this really is the revolution'.

In my dreams I'm always following someone.

I like children.

In a few yearstime I won't be your nanny anymore, no?

Yes.

I had a dream last night as well.

I dreamt I woke up and l was lying on grass.

There was a grave next to me.

I've always said we eat too much at night.

- Goon, Martino. - It wasn't a normal grave,

it was square and bright.

In the middle was written:

'The grave ofan unknown dead woman'...

- Who does he get it from? - Definitely not from my family.

...Then I realised I had a letter in my hand,

a letter from Luca.

He'd written:

'Finding yourself in a place full of horrible people,

my brother, is the most frightening thing about death'.

That's when I realised the grave was yours, mum,

and that you'd gone to the same place as Luca,

and that I'd lost you...

So I started to scream: "Mummy, mummy, where are you?".

Talking ofwhich,

do you know what's happened to my shirts?

Two have disappeared.

Come on, Martino, lets go upstairs.

You've got to finish your ship.

I think other people's dreams are really boring.

- And you? - I don't.

"Finding yourself in a place full of horrible people,

my brother, is the most frightening thing about death".

And this goes here.

What do you think?

Do you like it?

Hi.

Smell the scent.

Want it?

No, not this morning.

I mean it, I don't want to.

Yes, lagree with you Luca.

We've got to do it in such a way that

these things don't happen again.

I've brought coffee for you, madam.

Thank you Clara.

- What time is it? - It's almost 11.

My mother should have arrived by now.

Susan.

I've got something to tell you...

Welcome back, Countess.

- Grandma! Grandma's here! - Lets go and see!

Grandma! Grandma!

Be careful!

What's wrong, my dear?

I got such a fright, mother.

That balcony's so dangerous.

You're too anxious.

- Welcome back, grandma. - Martino!

Give your grandma a kiss.

- You'll have lots of things to tell me. - Hi, Emma.

- Hi, Alex! You look well as usual. - You too.

Why did you invite your mother?

You could have told me, couldn't you?

Hi, grandmaWelcome back.

- What have you brought us. - Salt and pepper.

Happy now?

What was grandma like when she was young?

How should I know? Ask your mother.

She's a bad influence on her anyway...

Always has been.

And Susan's a bad influence on you, dad.

What do you mean?

I don't like her, and she's had a nose job.

Mon dieu, how fat you've become!

- He doesn't like fat girls. - Who?

Whata shame I'm not his type.

- Who? You're not who's type? - She's not Luca's type.

Really?

- Yes. - And how do you know?

He told me. He said: "Your sister's not my type".

Quiet, little monkey.

Mummy's your type.

Well...

So sudden... It didn't seem likely...

What a storm!

I don't feel like going out in this weather.

We want to go the party.

Martino was right, he said Luca would get his revenge.

Bloody Luca, I can't stand him!

Shut up, l don'it want to hear another word!

- I never manageto beat him. - He'sa little genius!

Yes, you really are a little genius, Martino.

The girls can't go out now, satisfied?

Camilla, ldon't understand you.

Why's poor Martino to blame?

Of course it's his fault! He said Luca would punish them!

- So? - Can't you hear the storm, mum?

Camilla, surely you're not saying that...

Camilla, that's enough of that rubbish,

you're being ridiculous!

- Alex, it's you that... - Mum,

why's it my fault if two snotty girls...

can't go out because it's raining?

Don't take it seriously.

Your mother definitely didn't mean it,

she's just a little nervous.

It's obvious you've got nothing to do with the storm.

Come with me, Martino.

Bye-bye Martino!

I'm going with your sisters to the party.

- Happy now? - Got you! Got you!

- Got you! Got you! - Martino!

It's incredible Camilla -every time l come here

I find you more confused and agitated.

I'm telling you again that it's your useless husband's fault.

I've always said he wasn't the right man for you,

but no-one listens to me.

Don't start that again, mum.

Just the one I was hoping for.

For me it's just fantasy,

all children have imaginary friends.

It's just important that it doesn't go any further,

and you should keep an eye on things.

It'll all sort itself out at puberty.

Luca - or rather Martinds friend Luca -

isn't just fantasy...

he sees him, mum.

Don't evenjoke about it,

or I might thinkhek getting it from you.

But there are other things you don't see in this house...

For example that nanny is too quiet,

I'd keep an eye on her.

And that American...

Are you sure she's your husband's

childhood friend and nothing else?

Who's afraid ofthe big bad wolf?

We want to burn him alive!

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

We want to burn him alive!

As you can see we tricked you, dear Luca!

What's up?

- Who knows? Have you got an umbrella? - No.

I might have known...

Damn!

A bloody puncture!

We've got to wait till it stops raining.

We want to go to the party, we want to go,

What a sight! You're beautiful, but it's raining here.

- I've gota puncture! - Wait...

Please help me.

...lt's my card...

- Don't make me cry! - ...Give me a call tomorrow.

- What a sight! - What an idiot!

Bloody Luca!

Nobody wanted to eat tonight.

The girls have already gone to bed,

they cried the whole evening.

Talking of which, something strange happened: