Giardino dei Finzi-Contini, Il

- Hello. May I come in?
- Of course.

- You want to see?
- Signor Alberto.

Not likely today.
He's in bed with a fever.
He got drenched in the rain.

- And the young lady?
- She's not here. She's gone.

- Where?
- To Venice, with her uncles.

They all went off
less than an hour ago.

She left no message for me?
The back table is free.
Excuse me, but the director
told me that...

you can't stay here.
You mean...
I have to move?
Not move.
Just get out of here.

- Why?
- Don't ask me!

I want to talk with the director.
- I can't!
- Go on!

Tell him I'm on my way
to see him.

I'm sorry, dear boy.
I'm so terribly sorry.

But it's not up to me.
Instructions are instructions.