The widow called her estranged daughter the next morning.
"That," she said. "That is the plot. The moment a soul decides not to get on the bus." 143. BELLESA FILMS
On the wall of their tiny office in Rome, framed between a poster of Fellini and a torn ticket stub from the Cinecittà, was their motto: The widow called her estranged daughter the next morning
The crew had grumbled. "Where is the plot?" the producer had asked. Elara pointed to the man’s left eye, where a tear—indistinguishable from the rain—finally fell at the 143rd second. 143. BELLESA FILMS