Put that away, please Mirrors aren't allowed here.
Mum! Do you mind!
A problem, sir, madam?
Everything's fine.
I'm leaving. Give me 5 minutes.
Get my coat.
I'll be right out.
Excuse me.
You've never tired of that one.
Let me breathe or I can't do it!
Your novel bothering you?
You spoke to Robert again?
Jeanne?
Don't you feel well?
I'm fine.
You didn't answer me.
Your novel?
Give me a break with the damn book!
Why are you here?
Why come here if we can't talk?
You've been offhand with me for weeks!
Who do you think I am?
Cook for yourself!
I'm not offhand.
It's the book, I don't want you to...
I've started it! Robert gave it to me.
Want it back?
How could you?
There!
It's a relief.
I couldn't finish it.
It's really bad.
It bored me to tears! All those endless descriptions...
And thanks for the picture you paint of me!
Throw it away.
Stop stirring up the past.
It hurts me and it hurts you too.
Jeanne?
You scare me. What's wrong?
Nothing.
Don't take it so badly.
I just need to find memories.
I told you all about your childhood already.
No.
Something's eluding me. Or you left it out.
Me?
Sweetheart...
Jeanne...
What's wrong?
No...
I can't go on... I can't go on.
What's wrong?
You're pale. Shall I call a doctor?
Our past is too painful. It's unhealthy stirring it up.
Why are you doing this?
I think I'm going mad.
This novel is upsetting you.
Why not do some real writing?
I don't love my children.
I'm a bad mother.
I've never got used to them.
I try so hard to hide it, so that Teo won't see...
I feel cut off from him.
I'm scared.
I do my best, I keep busy, but I can't do it.
I don't know why.
I think I need to return to my childhood.
You think you don't love them but you do.
That's obvious.
And if you don't love them, just pretend.
Like you?
I won't live forever, Jeanne, you'll regret that one day.
I don't want to stay. I'm going.
Not in that state! Let go.
You're all I have. Stay with me.
You're all I have and... Stop!
Stop, please, it's unbearable!
I'll go up to bed! Happy now?
What are you doing, dear?
Who is this?
Us, of course.
You, there, and me.
Who's the other woman?
An Italian friend.
I don't know why I've kept it.
It's years since I opened this drawer.
Look, there's even an old theatre ticket.
I don't know why.
This woman can't be Italian. It's not possible.
She was here earlier.
She was you.
So...
this one is a stranger
and this is you, my mother.
Is that it?
What do you mean? Of course I'm your mother.
I've always known you with her face.
Even earlier.
I don't even know who you are.
She's my mother. I don't understand...
Hold on...
You're going out?
Forgive me.
Mum!
Let me out! Don't be absurd! Mum!
Madam...
What are you doing?
Let's go home. I can't.
You brought my things? Yes.
Your mother's frantic.
She's at a neighbour's.
She's not my mother.
That's ridiculous. It is?
Look!
You and your mother with a blond woman.
What's the problem?
I'm going.
Jeanne, listen...
You're not well.
We'll go back to the hospital.
You have to calm down.
Have a few days in bed. At least the kids will see you.
Look what they did for you.
Look...
Stop! I don't need blackmail!
Blackmail?
Your children need you!
I don't recognize anything.
Not even my own face.
Let me go away for a few days.
Trust me.
You don't love me anymore?
I don't know.
Mum?
Take that table.
Are you ok?
A bit tired.
Can I talk to you?
I don't understand. Just a second... Wait.
I'm here because of this photo. And you.
Does it look familiar?
No, I've never seen it before.
What will you have?
Coffee.
And an amaretto mousse.
My name's Jeanne. And yours?
I hope you'll like my mousse.
I came from France to see you.
Let go! I'm working.
You're annoying me.
Just eat and leave!
Why get so angry?
What's wrong?
Nothing. I don't feel well.
Who is she?
No one. Some French woman. I'm going home.
Hi.
Do I know you?
I don't know. What do you think?
No, I don't think so.
Do you feel all right? Eat. You're very pale.
Is everything ok?
Fine.
I'll go back to my hotel.
All right.
Who's the girl in the photo?
What photo?
Come on...
Calm down.
Come in, Teo.
I don't speak French. My name's Gianni.
I work at the cafe.
I can't offer you anything but I can call room service.
I can't stay. Thank you.
I just wanted...
I was worried. You seemed so lost at the cafe.
This is a beautiful hotel.
Are you here on holiday?
Are you on holiday?
Gianni, right?
Did the lady at the cafe send you?
My mother? No.
Why did you follow me?
I don't know.
Really, I don't know.
Sorry, I must seem...
I don't know why I followed you.
I have the feeling it's you, Teo.
Is it you?
It's not what you think.
Not at all.
I swear.
What is it then?
What is it?
Stop.
Stop...
Wait. Slowly...
Slowly.
I want you so much.
What? Nothing. I don't know...
You're strange.
Stop!
You're strange. I don't recognize you!
It's not possible.
I know your face but I don't recognize you.
Who are you? You're not Teo!
Who are you?
What are you saying?
Who's Teo?
I'm Gianni!
Who's Teo?
I didn't come for this.
I'm leaving.
Don't go! I'm leaving!
We were both mistaken.
Don't leave like this! Wait!
Don't leave like this!
I'm not here by chance.
I came to find this woman. I know her.
We often pose with tourists.
My mother was young.
It doesn't mean we know each other.
So why did she leave?
She felt ill. It happens.
Your mother...
I grew up with her. For me, she's my mother.
That's crazy!
I need to understand.
Help me!
Let's sit down.
Here you go.
Do you know anyone here?
Call your family. Someone should come and fetch you.
I have to see your mother. It's important.
She doesn't know you any more than I do.
Your family should look after you.
There's something here... Let it go!
You're mistaken.
Go home.
Believe me, that's enough.
You came to me too...
You look like someone I knew.
Who? It's no use. She's dead!
You can't be her. Leave me alone!
Go back to your hotel.
Fabrizio, happy birthday!
How old does that make you? No more than 30, right?
What has she done to you?
It's not true!
You're not 5 anymore, get over it!
So why are you in such a state?
Why is Dad so aggressive?
Enough! Go downstairs. We'll talk later, I promise.
Calm down now.
No. I'm fetching her from her hotel!
What are you saying?
Don't tell me it's her! Don't tell me she's my sister!
Please, Gianni. Rosa Maria is dead. Stop it.
You'll spoil the party.
I don't care! I'm going to fetch her.
No, let go of me!
I don't know where this face is from.
I don't know who I am.
You've become a very beautiful woman.
You're so like your father.
I recognized you right away.
I had no choice.
It was so long ago.
I called your mother, Nadia, in Paris, this afternoon.
She's coming to get you.
My mother?
I can't help you, Rosa Maria.
Just go.
Go and don't come back.
I cried so long for you.
But he didn't.
You understand?
You're not his daughter.
He couldn't ever love you.
And with your brother Gianni, what could I do?
My brother?
Let go of me!
I feel sick. I'm scared!
Rosa Maria, wait!
Let go of me!
What the hell did you tell her?
Gianni! Let go of me!
No one made you take Jeanne's place.
You told me to call you Jeanne, like her.
I wasn't strong enough to resist.
After the crash, you didn't recognize your parents.
You'd lost your memory.
You clung to me.
And you became my daughter.
What if you were Jeanne or Rosa-Maria?
And my family?
Go now.
Will you be all right?
I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow.
Mum!
Not happy to see me?
You bet I am. I've prepared a feast!
Your mother called me.
What did she say?
That you were fine,
that you were mistaken or something.
That you were better. I am.
I had a rest. It did me good.
Let's go to your room. I have presents.
Subtitles: Arigon
What are you looking at, Mum?
Nothing, let's go to your room.