Giardino dei Finzi-Contini, Il

But who can give me that?
My seven old graybeards--
you know what they are?

- Palms.
- Good! But what kind of palms?

I don't know.
Granny Josette got them
from the Rome Botanical Garden.

Washingtonia fiilifera.
Why are you laughing?
You're so ignorant!

I bet you can't tell
an elm from an oak.

Come on, what tree is that?
To me all trees are alike.
I, for one, detest anyone
who doesn't love trees!

That plane tree, for example...
may have been planted
by Lucrezia Borgia!

It's nearly 500 years old.

Let's go.
Oh, a flat tire!
When I was little,
I used to run off.

Not Alberto.
He was always more obedient.

One day,
when I'd stayed out too long...

near the Wall of the Angels...
riding on bike handlebars
with a gang of boys...

when I got home,
I found my parents in such despair...

that I decided to be good.
- I never ran off again.
- I thought you only rode with me!

I never invited anyone else
into our garden.

Shall I stop?
Do you remember?
Ten years ago.
You were just a child, Giorgio.
You really must be blind!
What are you doing?
I've been watching you
for ten minutes.

If you were asleep
and I woke you...

do excuse me.
You have my sympathy.
Sympathy? Why? What for?
- What time is it?
- 3:00, I think.