Alfredo urges Salvatore to leave Giancaldo permanently, counseling that the town is too small for Salvatore to ever find his dreams. Moreover, the old man tells him, once Salvatore leaves, he must pursue his destiny wholeheartedly, never looking back and never returning, even to visit; he must never give in to nostalgia or even write or think about them. They tearfully embrace, and Salvatore leaves town.
Alfredo's widow tells him that the old man followed Salvatore's successes with pride and he left him something..
Unlabelled film reel and the old stool that Salvatore once stood on to operate the projector.
Salvatore returns to Rome. He watches Alfredo's reel and discovers it comprises all the romantic scenes that the priest had ordered to cut from the movies; Alfredo had spliced the sequences together to form a single unreduced film of aching desire and lustful frenzy.
Salvatore has made peace with his past with tears in his eyes.
Never give in to nostalgia.
Don`t write or think about them.
You must leave.
Pursue your destiny wholeheartedly,
Never looking back.
Never returning, even to visit.
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