MARGHARITA

- She's coming!
- Just shut up and watch.
- Who is she?
- Our new neighbor, they’ve just moved in.
- What's her name?
- Relax, she's married.
- If she weren't...
- What's her name?

Margharita, the most beautiful woman in Napoli.

ROSETTE

It’s not the story about the death but about “a screaming horror of female sexuality”

R: I shot him with a gun. Both his eyeballs were shot out of his head. He didn’t have to look at me this way.

He loved a bear hunt. I always hated to see how he brings the bodies home, grunges out eyes with a knife so the blood pours out the body without leaving mess. He told me it’s for business, he would sell fur. But we had enough money. In fact, he enjoyed it. I saw his eyes, the way he looked at the knife sliding in the skin.

He didn’t have to look at me this way. He didn’t have to. Blood was all over his favorite bed.

LILY

A table by the beach cafe. Bright sunlight. Cafe table, Lily sitting nervously from the right side, Garry, her husband, from the left. He is reading a newspaper.

Lily: people saw you last night.
Garry: I swear to you, Lily..
L: I didn’t ask you any questions. I don’t want to know.
G (puts a newspaper down. Starts singing): Lily, Lily, you’re the love of my dreams. You’re the one that I need. (Continues to whistle)

L (turns head and notices a woman): not her..
L: what disgusts me the most is that she knows our kids. That whore.
Margarett appears. L puts on a fake smile.
L: how pretty your dress is, Margaretta!
M: oh no, it’s just an old one.
L: I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.
M: and I, you
Holding hands, they kiss each other on both cheeks 3 times.

LUCY

the Lucky Girl. 1920s

Lucy was that kind of woman that nobody knew where she got money from. Rich husband or parents? Nobody knew. She would visit poker games, salons, cocktails and horse races. That’s where she met Peter. She instantly fell in love. They spent the most beautiful summer, went to Venice together and she didn’t know sorrow until she found out he had a wife. She was heart broken but he promised their marriage was over and it’s the matter of papers. He would call her darling and she thought it was sweet, not until she overheard him talking to his friends during the horse race.

“Who is with you, John? Isn’t she beautiful?”
“Em Lll..Lily. She is my lucky girl.”

Lucky girl? That’s right. Lucy felt miserable. Gambling then… That what she was for; bringing luck was something she was gifted with, you could win a million if Lucy accompanied you. Unfortunately, Lucy was the only person who was not aware of her luck. Everyone knew, if the Lucky Girl was around, your horses would be faster, cards stronger, hands lighter, decisions better. So she was the lucky girl. Or was she the luckiest loser? John wasn’t afraid to lose her love, but her luck. And that’s what Lucy did. She refused to attend any events.

How brutal the truth was that ruined her soul
That he only smiled to get her…

In a month John lost almost all his fortune and he crawled back to Lucy. They met in her car.

DAISY

DAISY at the psychiatrist session in asylum

D: I want to talk about the festival. Once in a year we had a festival called Flower. A lot of tourists come to town to see it. There is one large temple. Beautiful one. During that festival a lot of people gather there. People, people, lots of people. I lost mom out of sight.

I’d like to go home. But instead I’ll get therapy. I must do it as I used to take drugs. Amphetamines. They told me God wants me to do it.

P: Who told you?

D: The guy by the temple. He looked like Jesus to me. So tall and handsome, I felt calm next to him. They told it was a candy and if I like one I can get more in the temple if I ask for John. So I took one. Next day mom went to work and I went to the temple.

P: How old were you?

D: 12.

P: When did you leave home?

D: Around 14. We all lived in John’s house.

P: And the Day?

D: I was 14.

HEATHER

Sister Heather, her niece Louise, St.Martin monastery

H: I did something else when I was young.
L: What?
H: I stole a car.
L: Here? In Toulouse?
H: No, I never liked it. In Paris.
L: But why?
H: I was in love with a man, but he had to marry another woman. He was from a rich family, they arranged everything. He said he loved me and that we could run away, but we couldn’t go by train or plane. So I stole a car. In fact, it was my brother’s car but I stole it.
L: Why you’re not with him then?
H: He didn’t come.
L: Did you sleep with guys often?
H (Shows seven fingers): And you?