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two voices I hear inside of me.

THE MORALIST

If I speak about ideals, if I speak
about virtue, don't believe me.

They're lies, words and nothing more.

Don't trust me for I'll deceive you.

Moralist, could you tell me
what morality is?

It's a tale for the simple,
but it's not for me.

I polemicize,

I stigmatize

and condemn the whole world.

Oh, what an outrage!

Don't trust me for I'll deceive you.

Moralist, could you tell me
what morality is?

It's a lie for the simple,
but it's not for me.

No no, no no, no no,
it's not for me!

That's not nice!

You can't do that.

It's not right! This won't do!

Where's morality?

Don't trust me for I'll deceive you.

Moralist, could you tell me
what morality is?

It's a lie for the simple,
but it's not for me.

No no, no no, no no,
it's not for me!

- Out! Move along! We're closing!
- Don't push!

Come on!

- Have you got an arrest warrant?
- What are you on about?

- Then what do you want?
- Go back home to your studies!

- Why don't you arrest us?
- Just leave!

- Unbelievable!
- Careful.

- Were you locking me in?
- What were you doing in that club?

What was I doing? Playing foosball.

What scandal led you to close my club?

- I don't know and I don't need to know.
- You saw them too.

They're all kids playing foosball
and playing the jukebox.

- The one who just left, too?
- I don't look at them all.

Damn this jukebox!

- Forgive me, Superintendent.
- Please.

I pay 220,000 liras in taxes
every two months,

the club's just been renovated,
I'm drowning in promissory notes.

- What do I do if I have to shut down?
- I'm sorry, I follow my orders.

May I know the cause of this measure?

My dear sir,

over 3,000 mothers have signed
a petition against your club. See?

What? No, I refuse.

- Where are you going?
- Let me in.

She's all I needed! Come.

- I'm the owner's wife!
- Alright.

- Giovanni, what's going on?
- 3,000 mothers against us.

- Is the lady your wife?
- Yes.

Show me your papers.

We're not married, but we've lived
together for years. It's as if we were.

What's this thing
about the 3,000 mothers?

I'd like to know too.
Who collected the signatures?

The Organization for Public Morality.

But how?

Mr. Menegotti, the general secretary,
came here and gave his approval.

Mr. Menegotti's gone back to France,
he's been replaced.

- By who?
- By another general secretary.

- And what's he like?
- Is he reasonable?

I don't know him, but since he arrived
I can't sleep anymore,

because of the number of problems
he's raising.

Please follow me now
for further clarifications.

Surely I'm not worthy of the high honour
bestowed upon me.

"Non sum dignus."

Yet, though my person is modest,
far from modest is the fervour

that transforms the office recently
conferred on me of general secretary

of the International Organization
for "Moralité Publique", Italian section,

into an incorruptible torch that fears
no tempest, but rather rouses it.

Friends, someone dared throw...

- Is this speech going to be long?
- He's been speaking almost an hour.

- May we talk to the president?
- He's inside too.

It's useless anyway, the general
secretary pulls all the strings here.

- When Mr. Menegotti was here...
- Yes, it was different.

I wouldn't want him to leave
after his speech without seeing us.

No!

As soon as the ceremony's finished,
he goes back to work.

There's no playing about with him.
He's first one in and last one out.

Let's not fall asleep.

If you want to win a battle,

you must know your enemy
and not underestimate him.

Do you know who this enemy is?

It's the protean monster!
The 1000-tentacle octopus!

Don't listen, they're just
catchphrases to dazzle the audience.

It will be very different
when we talk to him in private.

I've met many of his kind.

....or it's fashion,

which indulges in making female forms
even more provocative?

- Good morning, Baroness.
- May we speak to the general secretary?

Yes, your visit
has already been announced.

He told me to see you through
right after his speech.

Thank you.

- Thank you all, but the party's over.
- Congratulations.

Let's get back to work.

Let's not forget the duties
of our mission. Thank you.

Thank you.

- Hurray for the new secretary!
- And thank you to silence!

Bravo again to our Agostino!
Where is he?

- He went straight back to work.
- Ah!

He's asked for complete silence.

Has he? Alright,
let's do as he asks. Let's obey.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, President.

- Let them in.
- Yes, General Secretary, sir.

Please, Lady Baroness.

- Good morning, Mr. Secretary.
- My dears, take a seat.

You're members of the commission
for the campaign against hula-hoops.

- Is this correct?
- I'm in that commission too,

but our main concern at the moment
is the withdrawal of the poster.

Look at this. Nothing gets past me.

The poster's already on the agenda,
but we must be pragmatic.

What have we done that's pragmatic?

We've collected 3,800 signatures
against the poster.

- Seen.
- They're all mothers and fathers.

Good, this document
is very important

for me to start negotiating directly
with the highest tutelary authorities

for the banning of the film.
Bravo! Thank you.

But we must try to obtain,
if possible, 5,000 signatures.

- Certainly, we'll manage!
- Bravo. Thank you, goodbye.

Baroness, intensify the fight against
hula-hoops by any means necessary!

- Leave it to us.
- Thank you! Bravo! Goodbye!

Come on, miss! Quick!

Good morning, Eleonora.

- How's your grandmother?
- Not bad, thank you.

Write.

Note on films, OIMP Organization.

Come in!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Forgive me, I'm dictating
the bulletin of the organization.

- I'll be right with you.
- Please.

Ready?

"Flesh and the Devil":
obscene and sinful.

"A Bullet for Joey":
dumb and violent.

- "A Naked Woman". For God's sake!
- Have you seen it?

No need to see it. Away!
Repugnant and troubling.

"The Prima Donna"
absurd and contentious.

"Lassie Come Home":
highly educational.

"Silvester's Story" and "Mickey Mouse",
idem as above.

Send it straight off to print.

- Are you looking at these?
- Yes.

- Interesting, aren't they?
- Very.

I had them made.

They inform us
about morality in the world.

This one shows us the shocking
widespreading of strip-tease,

in America and Europe.

Terrifying numbers of daughters of Eve
undressing in public.

Unfortunately we can't control them
in private.

Unfortunately, sir!

This one concerns
the increase of advertising through sex.

A mouth using toothpaste
triggers unwholesome thoughts.

Certainly.

Not to mention bathing suits,
bras, garters

or other... hygienic devices.
- Hygienic!

Come over here.

This one shows the striking
and significant synthesis of wantonness

going wild through dances
like rock'n'roll and cha-cha.

How may I help you?

I don't know you
as I've only just taken office.

It's about your opinion
on this poster.

- Please take a seat.
- Thank you.

I'm listening.

- A cigarette?
- No, thank you.

- Do you mind?
- No!

I'm at your disposal, tell me.

We wouldn't want to end up
like the Flores firm,

with mothers interfering
and having us withdraw the poster.

But I'm here to advise
and not to obstruct.

Thank you.

- This is the poster.
- What product is it?

- A beauty cream.
- Forgive my ignorance, but...

where is this cream to be spread?

- On the face.
- On the neck.

Then why have you left
the navel uncovered?

It's obvious!
To attract some attention!

It's all fine for me,
but the navel goes.

- What?
- Cover the navel.

But we'll have to do it all over again,
posters, tubes, jars...

It's millions and millions of liras!

You asked for my advice
and I've given it.

I say you must cover the navel,
I'm no authority on the rest.

Your predecessor, Mr. Menegotti,
liked the draft with the navel.

I'm surprised he liked it.

Mr. Secretary, we always found
an agreement with Menegotti.

Our firm has already
paid him a small tribute.

- To Mr. Menegotti?
- Yes.

For definitive approval,
the administration allows itself...

300,000 liras.

This is for Mr. Menegotti,
but I've taken his post now.

Alright, then you take them.

Menegotti took 300,000,
you take 300,000,

so the poster will be approved
and all's well!

Would you testify before a judge
that Menegotti took 300,000 liras?

Testify? Why?

Forget what we said.

And there's no proof either!

There's no proof?

You take them.

Menegotti took 300,000,
you take 300,000,

so the poster will be approved
and all's well!

But, my dear friends, all's not well.

If you have your poster affixed,
I'll have my tape listened to.

I cut straight down my path
like a sword!

You don't want to get us
all into trouble, do you?

Before the nobility of my mission
I wouldn't acknowledge even my brother.

But, Mr Secretary,
you have to move with the times.

- Shall we make it 500,000?
- Shall I call the guards?

We dare hope you'll think about it,
we'll have the posters affixed anyway.

I'll be glad to see them.
Best wishes to your firm.

Let the next one in.

Yes, sir. Show the lady through.

- Ma'am, please.
- It's unbelievable!

May I?

Please.

Congratulations on your film,
a masterful performance.

You've been so cruel! Why did you
set yourself against my film?

I only advised against it.

Why on earth does a young man
like you, modern, pleasant,

advise against a scene
that has nothing wrong with it?

- Slow down! There's a lot.
- No!

- Allow me to replay the scene.
- Yes!

- I'm in my room.
- Yes.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed

and look intensely at Giorgio,
whom I love.

Yes.

But Giorgio is a cold boy, rather shy.

So, to shake him
I use my womanly weapons.

- I pull up my skirt a bit.
- Yes.

Yet, as Giorgio's still not shaken...

I get closer.

I put my hands on his shoulders,

I half-close my eyes
and invite him to kiss me.

Let's skip the kiss and go ahead.

- I lie down on the bed.
- Yes!

Like that.

He comes closer,
he embraces me passionately,

he kisses me.

Yes.

With his hand he unzips my dress.

Well. Does that seem a little?

As my shoulders get exposed
the image fades, the scene ends!

I must admit the sexual intercourse
isn't shown,

yet the following scene
shows a baby in a cradle.

So what happened between you
and Giorgio during the fade?

But it's my first film,
my entire carrier depends on it!

If they withdraw it...

I'm not that good as an actress,

but Mother Nature
has gifted me with a certain body.

If you strike me there,
what shall I do?

Go to the Academy of Dramatic Arts,
study.

Complete yourself with studies,
I wish you all the best for your career.

- Well done!
- Agostino! Can you come?

Mr. President's calling me.
Go to the Academy. Encore!

Here I am, Mr. President.

Hadn't we said half way up the calf?

That's what I suggested
to the ballet costume designer.

"Mid-calf", up to here.
A hand's width below the knee.

There's been a misunderstanding,
I meant a hand's width above the knee.

Then, if you don't mind,
the correct term was "mid-thigh".

- Didn't I say mid-thigh?
- No, calf.

How funny,
sometimes I think I've said something...

- And you've said something else.
- Exactly.

I'm worried about the speech
I'm to improvise

at the Munich congress.
- May I, Mr. President?

I went to bed at 3am to write
your speech for Munich.

- The beginning is perfect.
- Shall we go through it together?

No need,
I trust you more than myself.

Ow!

I tied a knot in this handkerchief
this morning...

- And you don't know why?
- No.

16:45, Ciampino airport?

Am I to greet a celebrity?

- Your daughter.
- My little girl!

Virginia! Have you seen her?

In a photo, in her "Piccola Italiana"
uniform, that tall.

Yes. She hasn't grown much since.
Have you ever met her personally?

- No, she's always lived abroad.
- Yes, that's right.

Let me show you
the last picture of her in London.

I'd love that, Mr. President.

Beautiful!

- Do you find her beautiful?
- Marvellous, beautiful, healthy, curvy!

But the neckline...
Is this the fashion in England?

- It's not my daughter.
- Yes, I thought so...

Who is she?

A poor girl I take care of personally.

- I see, Mr. President.
- This is my little dolly. Here.

A different beauty, more spiritual,
lively eye, loyal.

- Lucky is the man who'll marry her.
- You've hit the nail on the head.

Virginia's 29
and still hasn't met love.

She'll find a young man
who'll arouse in her

those feelings
that are at the base of marriage.

- Haven't you ever considered marriage?
- Yes, but it isn't easy.

Like young girls, a young man too
wants to found a family

and is afraid of modern immorality.

- I want you to meet my daughter.
- I never dared ask.

Come round for dinner tomorrow.
We'll celebrate her return.

Too great an honour,
that's why I never asked.

It's a pleasure for me.

- What time do you dine?
- At 9.

I'll be on time.

- See you tomorrow.
- At 9.

Jimmy and I were caught in the fog
in the Scottish Highlands.

We found a very comfortable chalet
with just one room and one bed.

- Obviously we slept together.
- In the same bed?

Yes, in the same bed.
Are you surprised?

I'm shocked.
You must tell me everything now.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

That's impossible! In a chalet
lost in the woods, at night...

in the same room, in the same bed
and nothing happened?

President, he was an Englishman.

Ah, the English are gentlemen
up to this point?

They master themselves. They're
trained to self-control since childhood.

Actually, during the six years
I stayed in England,

alone in the streets of London, out in
the country, in my bikini at the pool...

you won't believe it, but no-one
ever turned round to look at me.

I'm sure about that.

There's much to do in this respect here,
in our country.

Statistics are terrifying.

Here, when I walk in the street,
I feel assaulted by the looks I get.

Penetrating looks, that undress you...

It feels like walking around naked.

It must be awful
to feel continuously assaulted.

No, I don't mind at all.

- Whisky?
- No, thanks, I don't drink alcohol.

Ah, you don't drink alcohol.

- Orange juice then?
- No, orange is lead in the evening.

- Why do you wear your hair so high?
- A fright when I was a child.

- Really?
- Nonsense, I'm joking!

- Mother was blond?
- How do you know?

- Big blue eyes.
- Thank you!

Do you know I'd be scared to find myself
alone with you in a bedroom?

A totally absurd hypothesis.

I've never been in a bedroom
with a woman

and never will I before marriage.
Am I behaving correctly?

Well...

Virginia, I'm really bothered
with the things you said.

- What's wrong with what I said?
- Futile nonsense!

- And what's more in front of Agostino.
- He didn't seem shocked.

That's because he's polite, but I know
what he thought of you and I'm sorry.

A girl can't easily find
a man like him.

Luckily, father!

A pure, a tireless worker.

Did you hear where he was going?
Back to work with his secretary.

I don't care, father.
It's a matter of feeling for me.

All I want is to leave you
in the hands of a gentleman

and I'm sure
I'm not wrong about Agostino.

Very well, father,
I'll try to please you.

If need be, separate rooms.

With that hair!

- We'll comb it, dear.
- Thanks, daddy.

Listen, I've been trying to talk
to the general secretary for days!

- Should I knock down the door?
- I've been ordered not to let you in.

Legs and arms.

Hello, this is the OIMP general secretary.
Who's speaking?

It's me, Virginia.

Dear Miss Virginia,
how delightful to hear your voice

while I'm here,
overburdened with work.

It was my duty to thank you
for the beautiful flowers.

You're welcome, my duty.
A welcome token from an old friend.

- It was very kind of you.
- I don't know if you like tulips.

I prefer them to other flowers

for in their colour you can contemplate
the beauty of nature

without the risk
of being stunned by their perfume.

Yes!

They're very ornamental.

It's father who told me to phone.

Has Mr. President any orders for me?

No, to fix something for this evening.
I'm bored and I don't know anyone.

Wouldn't you have called me
if you'd known someone else?

For Heaven's sake, sir.

Not knowing anyone,

I must ask you to dedicate
some of your precious time to me.

I'm glad to dedicate it to you.
Tell me, I'm at your orders. I'm yours.

- What shall we do then?
- I don't know.

I'm in your hands.

Your taking a big risk.
Shall we go to the cinema?

Why not! There's lots of nice films
I didn't see in London.

We'll choose a suitable one for you.

I'll pick you up at 9.

Perfect. I'm sorry I disturbed you.

The sound of your voice is always
a pleasure for me. See you later.

The mail to sign.

Find me the complete film schedule,

we're going to the cinema.

There's no point in telling
the president about it.

- The general secretary decides here.
- Then announce me.

General Secretary,
the foosball man's here again.

- Say the name!
- Let him in.

- Please.
- Thank you.

Here's the film schedule.

"Cinderella",
"20,000 Leagues Under the Sea"...

Come in!

- Thank you. May I?
- Yes?

Here, I've found one.

"Move and I'll Shoot." Come in.

Thank you.

Tell me.

Forgive me, but I think
we've already met somewhere.

It's possible,
I receive lots of people.

No, wait.
Weren't you in Lugano in 1949?

Never been to Switzerland.
Purpose of your visit?

Allow me a question. Have you ever met
a certain Wanda the Captainess

who lived with a certain Pippo...

I don't know any Wanda the Captainess,
let alone this Pippo.

Yet I can assure you that you and I...
It might have been a long time ago,

but we've already met
and maybe we were friends too.

Listen, you can't fool me.

If you're here about your club,
nothing can be done about it.

No, I'm saying this
because I'm convinced.

Why are you persecuting my club,
anyway?

I'm not the one who's persecuting it.
Do you mind?

10,000 mothers signed
against your club.

Someone must wind them up.
Couldn't you intervene?

Go up against mothers?

- You're naive.
- Why are they against my club,

when so many others...
- Really?

- Certainly!
- Give me the names.

Why should I tell on my competitors?

If you want me to take care of them,
report them.

Then write.

White Kat.

White Kat.

Taberna.

Taberna.

Write. The Tivoli.

Tivoli.

- The Aragosta.
- Ah!

The Aragosta.

Banana Bo'.

Banana Bo'.

- What's wrong with these clubs?
- Everyone knows!

You just need to look at the sign,
a woman undressing. And there's more!

- Mr. Salvi's here.
- Good evening, miss.

Is Mr. President watching TV?

Father's out. He had a meeting.

How odd, I organize them for him.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
It's Wednesday today, no meetings.

He must've told a small lie
to leave us alone.

- Please sit.
- Thanks.

- Do you still need me, ma'am?
- No, you can go.

- Is your sister arriving this evening?
- Yes, thank you.

Good evening, ma'am.
Good evening, sir.

- What is he doing? Is he leaving?
- No, he's off to the station.

All excuses not to work.

Maybe he understood, too,
that we wanted to be alone.

In this case
it would be my duty to leave.

You have antediluvian ideas.

I often let my boyfriend up in my room
when I was in England,

even after 3am.
We had a scotch together...

Nothing wrong ever happened.

That's not surprising,
the English are very frigid.

- It's a matter of self-control.
- Up to a certain point.

The fire, a record of Sinatra,
an extra drop of whisky...

One can lose control.

Luckily I don't like whisky,
let alone American songs.

Do you always judge pleasures
so harshly?

I always avoid
the things that annoy me.

But you must have
a drop of whisky this evening.

Just a drop to make you happy.

- How do you feel now?
- Exactly as before.

What shall we do?

Shall we go to the cinema
and have some fun?

I'd prefer this slow dance.

You have a sense of rhythm.

- Father used to play the bass.
- I see.

A family of artists!

Father used to play in nightclubs.

I spent my childhood in "tabarins".

That's why I abhor certain places

and I've decided to fight them
up to the end.

- I'm beginning to understand you.
- When I was 6, I lost my mother.

She left home with an illusionist
and went to Santa Fe.

You dance the Charleston splendidly!
Where did you learn?

When I was a child, I told you
my father played the bass.

This gives me the idea
of a wonderful little program.

Come!

Slowly. Forgive me.

Hello?

Hello...

Hello!

Look at what these Japanese
put on the market.

A naked Japanese woman!

The import of such vehicles
of corruption should be prohibited.

- Young people could come upon them.
- Let me see.

If these pictures trouble me,
just imagine teenagers.

Let's see.

- Did you need me?
- I'd like to talk about your daughter.

You've swept her off her feet.

- I'd rather not see her again.
- Why?

Forgive my frankness,

but it's me who's getting
too fond of her.

So what's the problem?
You should nurture this feeling.

No, I've never loved in my life
and I feel that if I'm too fond of her,

the day Virginia rejects me
could be fatal to me.

- Reject you? Why?
- Because I'm not worthy.

I'm not worthy of her. I'm not good
enough. I come from humble parents.

Father used to play the bass.

I know I'll end my days
within these four walls,

forgotten for the rest of my life.

You're right,
your words make me think.

You deserve much more
and I must help you out of anonymity.

No, I want to remain
the obscure executor of your orders.

- Do you love Virginia?
- I feel I can't renounce to her.

Then your duty is to make your way

and I must help you climb
the ladder of success.

If it were for me,
I wouldn't ask anything from life,

but if it's for Virginia,
I'll accept gladly.

Do you know what? You push me
and I'll try my best to make my way.

- Can I come to the congress in Munich?
- No, you can't come.

But you'll go alone!

- To represent our country?
- Yes.

You'll make the speech
I was supposed to make.

- Will TV be there too?
- Certainly, Eurovision.

- That's how you start to get known.
- And what will you do?

I'll go to Montecatini, for my cure

and I'll give way to you, the young.

To you, to my Virginia!

All I do, I do it for you,
Mr. President.

Can I call you father?

Come on! Don't get carried away!

DEPARTURES

Hello, I'm awaited
by the eminent actress Vera Serni.

Come in.

What an honour! I'm confused
and touched, Your Excellency.

- No, I'm no excellency.
- What? Aren't you an excellency?

- This is wonderful!
- I'm neither a minister nor a prefect,

but the simple president
of a private institution.

Private but highly important.

Our organization
has a great moral authority,

so it can impose itself.
- I know that, unfortunately.

But you've been so kind,
you raise my hopes.

- I can't tell you how grateful I am.
- What for?

You've taken the trouble personally.

Please, sit down.

I could've come to your house.

I would never have allowed a lady...

You're so kind.

But why haven't you ever wanted
to see me at your office?

Because I wasn't there.

These days my general secretary is
in Munich, so I've allowed myself a break.

But I meant before.

- I came asking for you so many times!
- Thank you.

It's different at the office.
My general secretary...

- What a terrible man!
- Yes, terrible...

Sorry, I meant "strict".

And he'd better be!

Agostino's created a barrier
between me and the public,

otherwise I'd never have any peace.

But in serious cases...

Ours are all serious cases.

So there's no hope at all for my case?

Your general secretary
is ruining my career.

And you'll allow that brute to do so?

Don't say that.
Agostino's inflexible, pure.

That "pure" man gives me such looks!

It's true,
Agostino's eyes are piercing.

His eyes aren't piercing,
they undress you.

And do you know what he said
to make fun of me?

"Go to the Academy of Dramatic Arts,
good girl!"

- As if I...
- You're right, you don't need it.

You act spontaneously
with your whole being,

and cinema's a visual, plastic art.

So... There's no remedy?

- There's a remedy to everything, dear.
- You're an angel!

I just try to interpenetrate,
cure, help, solve.

Can it be solved then? Yes?

Your film's a very serious case.

I haven't seen it,
but Agostino told me your legs...

These ever-exposed legs!

Scene requirement!

I'll replay it for you, so you'll see
with your own eyes and believe.

Look, this is the scene.

My lover's sitting on the sofa,
just like you are.

I come in and run to sit on his lap.

The gown slips revealing my legs.

Is there any malice?
You tell me if there's any malice.

- And then he kisses you?
- No, he rejects me.

And what does your lover do next?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'll conclude.

Corruption spreads
throughout the world,

a corruption which is
all the more dangerous

when it's devious,
insinuating, disguised.

Watch the films...

What more could I add
to the clear, specific words

of my dear Chinese colleague?
Thank you.

Actresses compete for supremacy,

not in performance,
but in chest circumference!

Look at magazines, advertisements,
fashion, beaches...

"Battle!"
is the cry of my Arab colleague.

And may battle be.

Always and everywhere,
the same temptation

accomplished with the most
diabolical expedients.

And what about strip-tease?

Censorship throughout the world
tolerates it!

It's passed off as an artistic
performance, but is this art? I...

Calm down, you've already said that.
Sit down. Keep quiet.

What are you doing? You argue too?

Quiet China, quiet Japan! Quiet!

Hello? Ah, it's you, Virginia.

I'm at the office with
the National Commission of Mothers.

Cinematographic matters.

I'll be busy all afternoon,
don't wait for me for supper.

Alright.

You want to know what I'll do?
I'll call a friend

or I'll go to the cinema on my own.

I know we're not in England,
but I doubt I'll come upon a brute.

Alright. Yes, father. Don't worry.

Bye, daddy.

Bye!

There's someone here who'd like
to talk to Mr. President, ma'am.

Father's out, he'll be out all day.

But this young man has begged me
to ask you when he can come back.

- A young man?
- Yes, ma'am.

Let him in.

- Hello.
- Did you want to talk to father?

I've been trying for days,
that's why I dared...

You were right, father just called
to say he'll be home soon.

Really?

- Please sit down.
- Thank you.

- A drink?
- No, thanks, I don't want to disturb.

Don't worry.

I'm so lonely!
You keep me company.

- I'll play a record, do you mind?
- I love music.

- It's a blues.
- Then we have the same tastes.

I suspected that.

- Don't mind me, I can't keep still.
- Go ahead.

Nervous?

I should be,
but we'd better not talk about it.

- Can father do anything?
- He could do a lot.

Then stop worrying, because father
blindly does whatever I say.

Does he?

- You know you have a good rhythm?
- Do you think so?

Yes, you have the beat.

Do you mind?

- What are you thinking about?
- I'd better not say, miss...

Don't make me suffer.
Some audacious thought?

Let us not raise
brother against brother.

Let's be strong and united!

On this note,
I'd like to draw your attention

to this statue.

Oh God, what's this? Pardon.

This statue is naked.

The artist stripped it
almost completely of its clothes.

Yet neither in me nor in you
does it elicit profane feelings.

But what about strip-tease?

Strip-tease presented today
to the public as an artistic performance,

what is it, dear congress members?

A young lady, completely dressed,

appears in the spotlight
accompanied by rousing music.

She slowly starts undressing

and while she undresses,
she sways her hips.

She twists in suggestive movements.

Then she slips off her dress
and walks around in her full slip.

Then she takes that off too
and remains in her bra. And finally...

even the last bastion
of her pudency...

falls.

But it's not enough!
The woman, though totally naked,

goes on walking and swaying.

No! We must step in
like doctors step into leper colonies

and you two are coming with me!

I'm going and whoever
wants to come, comes.

- Oh God, what's up?
- Seen these brakes?

Yes, but slow down.

Don' t you like feeling
the thrill of speed?

I prefer trying other kinds of thrills.

How odd... I thought you were
detached from certain instincts.

When one's near
a beautiful woman like you...

- Let's go to the pinewood.
- Yes, please! I love nature so much.

This air is tonic,
detoxicating, exciting!

- Do you ever do breathing exercises?
- No, I've too much to do.

- Try, it develops the chest.
- Does it?

Look.

One, two, three.

- One, two, three.
- Thanks, wonderful, I feel like a lion!

- Oh, poor me! Help!
- No, don't shout!

Don't shout, miss,
or God knows what they'll think!

No!

No.

Help! Help!

- Stop! Was he bothering you?
- No, we were playing.

- You were playing?
- Yes, I was playing.

At his age...

That wretched officer's spoilt
this wonderful day.

- Come, I know a lovely little spot.
- Where?

Come.

Giuseppe, you must get
your sister at the station, right?

My sister? Ah, yes!

- May I go?
- Certainly, go.

Thank you.

I can't resist the temptation
of unlacing men's shoes.

- I'm sorry, but these have buckles.
- Then... I'll take it off.

Teaser!

Sit on the rug.

I don't understand this fixation
of the Italians for sitting on chairs.

Ours is a very benighted country.

Giovanni, look into my eyes,
tell me the truth.

- What happened in your club?
- I can assure you, nothing wrong!

Wild orgies?

The worse we do in my club
is play foosball,

but unmentionable things
go on in other clubs.

- Why hasn't father had them shut down?
- Probably he doesn't know about them.

- Tell me everything and I'll report it.
- Don't embarrass me.

It's not things
you can tell a lady about.

I'm dying to know. Call girls?

In a certain sense...

How are the encounters arranged?

It's very simple,

the client's usually
a rich old "commendatore".

He phones a certain number
and asks, for instance,

for a French painting with a golden frame
for the evening at 10.

What does that mean?

That the client wants
an appointment with a French girl.

- What about the golden frame?
- It's the blond hair.

Interesting! What then?

Then he goes to the appointment
in these famous clubs,

he dines with the girl in a private booth
where there've got all they need.

A fire burns, liqueur, music...

A discreet and very comfortable place.

Exactly like here.

Here too we have
a fire, music, whisky...

It's a comfortable place
and you've even lost a shoe.

- We want a table.
- They're all taken.

That table's free.

- We'd like that table.
- I'm sorry, it's booked.

I booked it, "Moralité Publique".

- What would you like?
- Juice.

The strip-tease is starting.

Calm down! Hush!

Revolting!

So this is an artistic performance!
It's terrible, isn't it?

We can go now.

You've seen enough,
the strip-tease is finished.

You should be in bed
at this time, let's go.

Disgusting!

A scandal!

Devils!

- Hello?
- Do you want to come to my table?

- I'll be right there.
- Come, babe.

- Thanks for the invitation.
- What are you doing?

- You invited me.
- Get up, I didn't invite you.

- You invited me.
- No, it must be a poor contact.

But you phoned me.

Don't deceive yourself,
I called that lady.

- Don't you want me?
- No, who are you?

- You're rude.
- You're rude.

- And ugly with it.
- You're ugly!

- Hello, miss?
- Good evening.

- Do you speak Italian?
- A little.

- Shall we have a drink?
- I'd love one.

Good.

Champagne, please.

- My name's Monica.
- Eh?

Monica.

Monique.

- Did you like my performance?
- Very nice.

I've rarely seen such a fast typist.

- It used to be my job.
- Why did you quit?

I prefer getting undressed
in public rather than in private.

That's a good one!

No, thanks, Champagne bloats me.

"Bloats"?

I know this stuff, it's trash,
it bloats me, you tell him.

But you must order something.

Two scotches.

- Will you dance?
- Yes.

- Are you of age?
- Yes, I'm 22.

- How long have you worked in this club?
- Two years.

What do your parents say?
Mum, dad...

They live in the country.

- Do you live alone?
- Yes, in a bedsit.

Free entry?

Not for everyone.

- Do you dance like this with everyone?
- It depends on the man.

Am I your type?

- Ah, you Italians!
- You'd like to go to Italy, right?

I've always dreamt of going.
The sea, the sun, the blue sky...

- Are you paid by the "cork"?
- Cork?

What percentage do you get
on each bottle?

- 5%.
- You could get 10% in Italy.

- They exploit you here.
- How do you know these things?

Father played the bass.

What are you doing later?
Are you having tea at my place?

- At 4 in the morning?
- You don't have to drink.

How much is a tea at your place?

- 100 marks.
- 100 marks?

That would be 14,800 liras
at the current exchange rate.

- Is it too much?
- No, you could earn more.

- What do you care?
- Let me calculate.

Let's see... five corks at 5%.

5 times 5 is 25...

That would be 950 liras.

Then we add ten whiskeys...

Ten whiskeys...

That would be 740 liras.

- How much for the strip-tease?
- 30 marks.

30 marks...
The total would be 5,200 liras.

I'm offering you a way
to earn more, my little one.

- In Italy?
- Yes, in Rome.

A far more honest and profitable
job, would you like that?

- Let me taste your whisky.
- Drink yours.

Why do you allow them
to exploit you?

I knew it, it's tinted water, right?

- What do you care?
- I pay 1,500 liras for this whisky,

and it goes to that slave driver
of your master instead of you. Right?

I pay 1,500 liras for this whisky
and you give me tinted water.

I'm chucking this filth
and I won't pay you!

I've been watching you all evening.
Leave my club.

This gentleman's right, every evening
you take more advantage of me!

And every whisky
costs an extra 8 marks.

- You're nothing but a tart.
- You crook!

Music, music, come on!

Take this, for your trouble.

What happened?

I finally told him the truth,
he didn't like it and threw me out.

- Congratulations for the slap.
- Go to hell!

- He fired you, right?
- Yes, because of you.

You did it on purpose,
I can see that, I'm not stupid.

Let's see if you'll really
let me work in Italy now.

- Don't worry.
- I hope I won't regret it.

- Nice, isn't it?
- It looks very cosy.

It's a discreet place
where you can dine in intimacy.

Nice!

Discretion is a major virtue,
don't you think?

Yes.

Good evening. How nice
to see you again! How are you?

- Fine, thanks.
- I'm glad.

- Commendatore... A dear friend.
- Very honoured.

- Have you never been here?
- Never.

No? Now you know the way.
Please take a seat.

- Are you staying for dinner?
- Certainly.

Are you dining out here or "séparé"?

- Séparé.
- Right.

- Would you like a cocktail?
- Yes, why not?

I'll have a Martini
with a drop of Angostura.

The same.

- Olives and caviar on toast.
- We have the same tastes.

Excuse me.

Barman!

How quiet!

I feel like an amnesiac
recovering his memory.

Shall we have a look inside?

- Later on.
- How sweet is your "later on"!

A young man would have insisted,
not me. I know how to wait.

- Good. You know how to act.
- Yes, darling, I know how to act.

I can wait, I can foretaste.
Right now I'm foretasting,

I look at you, I admire you,
I desire you and I foretaste.

Aren't you foretasting, dear?

I'll call mother!
I'll tell her the car's broken down.

- Is everything alright, sir?
- Perfectly, thank you.

This is my phone number,
only for friends and personalities.

Thank you.

If you don't want to say your name,
just say, "Vera's friend".

Right, "Vera's friend".

If you want a discreet room,
you'll say,

"Marga, I'd like a nice frame
for that painting".

A nice frame!
Refined trick, delicate precaution.

- I could also order a nice painting!
- Naturally.

If you order a painting
by a Flemish artist,

it will mean you want a blond girl.

- A Neapolitan artist for a brunette!
- Exactly!

If you want her full of life,
gutsy, you'll say,

"French impressionism."
- Wonderful!

But no abstract art!

If you happen to have
a good opportunity,

call me at this number.

Don't ask for Vera's friend!

I'll pretend I'm calling
from the Visual Arts Gallery.

Splendid!

Good luck.

Cheers! "Ad maiora."

- Oh God!
- Who is it?

What is it?
Are you scared of that little woman?

Keep your voice down,
she's spying on me.

How did she know I was here?
She must've followed me all day!

- Who is she?
- A devilish woman.

I should've sent her to Germany
with Agostino,

but one's never too cautious.

We must leave. Sorry, dear,
we'll have to give up this time.

Alright, let's go.

Start going. I'll cut through the fields
and join you at the crossroads.

As you wish.

Ladies and gentlemen,
my father played the bass.

The person who's speaking to you
and has spurred you on to fight

comes from a family that knew
the depravation of society.

No-one better than me can state

that these girls can be
pulled out of the mud and saved.

I've already had one of them fired,

and others like her
will be sent to new jobs.

I give the floor
to the Chinese Chin Tao Co,

while I go back to my pragmatic
and constructive work.

Goodbye.
Don't lose yourselves in words.

Dammit!

Move!

Stop!

Stop! Enough!

Krüger, what are they doing?

It's an artistic performance.
That one even imitates Gréco.

Who cares! Krüger, I need
understanding young girls

who get some "corks" after the show.

Commendatores are getting
very demanding in Italy.

When they come from Milan to Rome,
they close their deal, pocket the money

and want to have fun in the evening!

But Agostino,
I've always pleased your commendatores.

They're no different from ours!

Are they willing for the after-show?

The man wants to know

if you're willing... let's say...
to entertain the club's guests...

Do you understand what I mean?

Who do you take us for?
We're dancers, not entraîneuse!

We've no wish to entertain old men.

- We're artists. Goodbye!
- Goodbye!

Are they leaving?

They don't like
entertaining commendatores.

And you're laughing?
You shouldn't have asked them!

You must first hire them,
so they're stuck!

Where do you need
these attractions for?

Monique at the White Kat
packs the house every evening!

The strip-tease club is fine,
the problem is the Banana Bo'.

- No Swede for the Banana Bo'?
- I know what you need.

Next ones!

Bravo!

The commendatore is not getting
the Swede, but the negress!

- But be careful with them.
- Why?

That one's a man.

- No!
- Yes.

- Are you a man?
- Yes.

- Why pretend to be a woman?
- He didn't want to go in the army.

- Like me. Where are they from?
- It's rather complicated...

Are they illegal immigrants?

Not exactly illegal,
but there are a lot of complications.

They're a bit irregular...

I see, better that way,
they won't protest. They're in my power.

- You like Italy?
- Yes!

And me like you, too.

- Thank you.
- Quiet, you're a man.

Make them move a bit.
Make them move!

Move, girls. Get going!

You're going to Italy.

Good evening. Please, come in.

- Cigarettes?
- No, thank you.

Are you new?

Yes, I came from Munich
with the strip-tease girl.

But you strip off first!

No, I'm allergic to gardenias
and calceolarias.

- And what?
- Calceolarias.

What funny legs that girl has.

They'd be beautiful on their own,

but with that chest...
I don't know, it doesn't add up!

But it does add up for the owner!

This is nothing, wait till later.

Navels! Navels!
And they make me close my club!

Do you think it's fair?

- I'd like to bring your father here.
- Father!

Yes, father!

You really don't want anything?

- Yes, your phone number.
- 879560...

- Sorry?
- 879...

Later.

It's starting, watch carefully.

This girl doesn't undress nicely.
She's got no method.

How would you undress?

Exasperatingly slowly.

Have you seen this club?

- Virginia!
- Father!

- Why are you here?
- What about you?

I'm here for good reasons,

as the president of the OIMP.
- Perfect, so you can help!

Excuse me, who are you?

He's the young man I told you
so much about. The foosball one.

How dare you bring Virginia
to these clubs?

- I wanted her to see.
- One's enough in the family.

To do you justice
and because Virginia asked me to,

I forced myself and this evening,
for the first time in my life,

I've come to this sewer.

- Uncle, it's our turn!
- What?

Have you forgotten? Cha cha!

You're mistaken, miss.

You're mad!

Virginia dear, go back home.

Be kind, see her home.

I must go right through with this,
in your own interests.

- Waiter!
- Leave it. Go, children.

Remember, straight home.

- Do you speak Italian?
- A little.

Forgive me for disturbing you,
but you don't know why I'm here.

- It's easy to guess.
- No. I just want what's good for you.

- I'm on a morality mission.
- And I'll end up in Baghdad!

- Baghdad?
- Sold into white slavery.

I don't understand.

Don't you? Let me explain!

I met another man like you in Munich.

He wanted my own good,
he said I was exploited,

that I could find an honest job
in Italy. The result?

I do the same job as in Munich,
but I earn much less!

There I got 5%, here 3%.

And every evening I must dine
in a séparé with a commendatore!

Oh, poor dear!

I can't imagine
who this vulgar person might be.

The world's full of traps
for poor defenceless girls.

But you can trust me.
I'm the president

of the International Organization
for the "Moralité Publique".

I'm in this club to gain a close
knowledge of problems like yours.

- You can help me then?
- Certainly, dear.

As soon as my general secretary
comes back, a pure man,

I'll have him look into your case.
- Thank you!

I'd so much love to change life.

You'll change, I promise.

- Goodnight, dear.
- Goodnight.

- Forgive me for thinking...
- It happens.

I didn't imagine the problem
of call girls was so serious!

- A real plague, Mr. President.
- We'll cure it.

As soon as my general secretary
is back, we'll start our crusade.

It will be hard work.
Call girls are wild.

What vile plans
does technical progress serve!

- Do you mind?
- Please.

Hello?

The Visual Arts Gallery? Tell me.

I've a wonderful opportunity for you.

Yes, I see.

I'll deal with it all.
The Flemish school.

Do you recommend this painting?
Is it a sure investment? I won't regret?

Gold frame! Good.

See you later.

Are you interested in paintings?

Antique. Art is a great soother.

- Then I'll ask my sister to invite you.
- Your sister?

- Yes, she has an antiques gallery.
- I'll be very interested.

- Please.
- Don't forget the call girls.

The bugle will call for reveille soon!
Leave it to me, Baroness.

Thank you.

- Eleonora, you're here?
- My respects.

- Farewell, ladies.
- Farewell, Mr. President.

You always arrive at the right moment.

- I've got the mail for you to sign.
- Leave it there.

These articles talk about our activity.

Make four copies of each.
I need them tomorrow morning.

I can deliver them by midnight.

- Then copy these too.
- What must I copy?

- All the leading articles.
- It'll take all night!

You'll be remunerated
for the overtime.

- Thank you and good evening.
- Good evening.

Eleonora, don't leave work
for any reason. It's urgent.

Don't worry.

- Please.
- Thank you.

- Do you like the place?
- Yes, it's very nice.

- And... the painting?
- Any moment now.

- What's she like?
- Don't be so impatient!

- Is she a classy girl?
- Certainly, an excellent education.

Does she know I'm quite an age?

What are you saying?!

Age doesn't matter
for a handsome man like you!

I'll send in the Flemish painting now.

Good evening.

You?

- There's a misunderstanding, miss.
- No, I'd say it's all very clear!

- Let me explain.
- It's already very clear.

The situation might seem
against me, but...

You're not fooling me!

No, I only want to understand
how certain things happen.

Really? Wasn't the show enough?

- Do you want a private strip-tease?
- What are you saying, miss?

God! The police.

That's the man who sent me to Italy!

Agostino?

Come on, Snow White.

Let's go!

I've always considered him
like my conscience!

Come in. Come in.

- Marga!
- Welcome back, love.

- Is everything alright?
- Yes.

- We're on the accounts.
- Eleonora.

Agostino! I was about to leave.

- How are things at the office?
- All is wrong when you're away.

Don't say you've seen me
tomorrow at the office.

I'm not stupid. I'll hug you again.

- The takings?
- 450,000.

- 450,800.
- The White Kat?

- It's them.
- Go and see.

White Kat? How much?

Yes, alright. Goodnight.

How much?

- 900,000.
- Good, on a Friday!

It's the German strip-teaser
who attracts all these people.

Good, we reconfirm her.

The Banana Bo' could do
with an enticing show too.

- I've brought some negresses.
- Let me see.

- Do you like them?
- Where are they from?

Senegal, Kenya and Jamaica.

- Where they make rum.
- What are you on about?

Are their papers in order?

- As much as yours.
- What do they do?

Show us your number.

Well? No?

- I really like this one.
- You do? I bet, it's a man!

- A man?
- You're a man?

Yes, I'm a man.

- Nice trick, isn't it?
- Yes, a nice trick!

- Take them to bed.
- All together?

- No, the man separately!
- All the rooms are taken.

- We'll put them in the cellar.
- No, they'd steal the bottles!

- We'll lock them inside.
- Yes?

- With the man?
- It's their business. Take them away.

Let's go.

Are you sleeping at home
or keeping me company?

I'm staying with you.

No need to ask.

- Agostino!
- Yes?

- Aren't you coming to bed?
- I'll just see father and come.

Father...

Goodnight, father.

- Hello.
- Welcome back, Mr. Secretary.

Crosswords?

- We were expecting you on Thursday.
- A little surprise.

I wanted to see if everything was
working alright in my absence.

- Is Mr. President at work?
- No.

- What time is it?
- 11:30.

He's been coming in around midday
since you left.

- What time does he leave?
- Around one.

Non-stop hours, right?

May I? We've covered
the navel with a veil.

- Good.
- Yes.

Worse and worse!
It's even more exciting.

- Off with the veil.
- But...

Have you heard the news?

You got into
the Academy of Dramatic Arts?

There's no need for school
with a body like mine.

My film's coming out today
in three major cinemas.

Hadn't it been banned?

The mothers withdrew their charge.

- Who convinced them?
- They spoke to the president.

- Why aren't you at your place?
- I led the lady in.

She doesn't need you to lead her!
Got it? Goodbye.

There was nothing
pornographic in my film.

You were in it. Your presence alone
creates a provocative atmosphere.

- Why thanks! How kind!
- It wasn't a compliment.

Have you ever practised
strip-tease in public?

- How dare you?
- Why? Wouldn't you?

Mr. General Secretary!

Eleonora!

Welcome, Mr. Agostino.

- A German sweet, from Munich.
- Thank you.

Chew slowly. Back to work!

- Have you transcribed the tape?
- It's all archived.

Good.

Typewriter!

Detailed report
of OIMP congress in Germany.

The problem of young women
in the northern countries

is getting ever so dramatic.

In fact, I myself

have noticed these girls in the streets
turning round to look at me,

as if the roles were inverted.

Mr. General Secretary,
the president is asking for you!

- Early?
- Early.

Hello, Mr. President.

Hello everyone.

Considering the presence
of these strangers,

may I know the reason
for this assembly?

Dearest Agostino, you should be able
to imagine the reason for this assembly.

Am I deluding myself,
or have I been named vice president?

Do you know what the English
call men like you?

- I don't speak English.
- They call them "slave traders".

- Could you translate, please?
- White slave traders.

- What do you mean?
- You should understand.

You're a monster!

You wormed your way
into our organization like a snake

after having thrown out
our poor commendatore Menegotti.

You took advantage of the good faith
of thousands of mothers

for your vile interests!

What shall we do, Mr. President?

Shall we go on listening
to the old hag or come to the point?

My dear son, the point is
that you must leave.

Leave after all I've done
for our organization!

We're at a crossroads,
either you leave or we leave.

You leave, I'm not holding you back.

We've been given an alternative.
What must we do?

Mr. President, you don't suggest
we're the ones who must leave?

Dear sir, we'll put your back
to the wall!

Are you leaving without causing trouble
or do you prefer to face a scandal?

I prefer the scandal.

Agostino, think of it. You'll be crushed
by the weight of your own faults.

Then "may Samson die
with all the Philistines!"

We've nothing to blame ourselves for,
our conscience is pure.

Mr. President, honestly speaking,
the purest in here has scabies!

May I, Mr. President?
Even you, Mr. Menegotti.

- Where's he gone?
- He must be washing his hands.

Set it down. Power plug.

No, that's industrial, the other one!

- What's this device?
- Eleonora, press the button.

- What is it?
- What's this farce?

Eleonora, let Mr. Menegotti hear.
Record number 1.

Alright, you take them.

Menegotti took 300,000,
you take 300,000,

so the poster is approved
and all's well!

Mr. Menegotti!

Menegotti, I refuse to believe
you took a bribe!

Mr. Count, don't rush,
there's also something for you.

Eleonora, let Mr. Count hear.
Record number 2.

- Hello? This is Count Vasaldi Bertinacci.
- Tell me.

- Menegotti, did you get the 300?
- Yes, just now.

Then it's agreed, fifty-fifty.
150 for me and 150 for you.

I'm astounded!

I understand, we're all humans, Count,

I understand human weakness,
but this is too much!

Mr. President, don't get excited,
it could hurt you. Please sit.

It's not finished. Eleonora, let us hear.
Record number 3.

- Is she a classy girl?
- Certainly, an excellent education.

Does she know I'm a certain age?

What are you saying?!

Who's this libertine?
Is it one of you?

It's you, Mr. President.

In view of this scandal, all we can do
is go back to our activities

with the Animal Protection Society.

These creatures
are worthier than you men!

Now we're alone,
shall we come to an agreement?

Alright, let's listen.

- What do you propose?
- It's very simple!

This wonderful place
in the eighteenth century style

will be taken over by me,
I'll pay cash,

and I'll change it
into a stylish nightclub,

with lots of young ladies
and an excellent orchestra.

I give each one of you the chance
to join my enterprise.

I might've deserved criticism
as the secretary of the OIMP,

but I know my business
in the nightclub sector!

- Don't be mad.
- I'm smart!

Everything has a limit!
Don't you knock anymore?

- The commissioner...
- Who hired you?

- You're Sergio Sciscia!
- So?

- He has two names then?
- He has at least 5,

but even more arrest warrants
and convictions.

Not to speak about the frauds
for illegal practice of a profession.

You practised medicine illegally
for three years.

- No mortal case.
- You're also known abroad.

In Lugano you were
sentenced in absentia for fraud.

Ah, so you were in Lugano!

- And you knew Wanda the Captainess.
- Well? Why?

- So you knew Pippo too.
- Well?

So it was you running on the roofs
in pyjamas with 30,000 Swiss francs.

- Well?
- Those 30,000 francs were mine.

This concerns the police
of the Canton of Ticino.

What are you saying?

You always save yourself
at the last moment. Take him away.

One moment, commissioner.
One last hug.

- Eleonora...
- Agostino, where are they taking you?

They're taking me away, dear.

We've shared many lovely moments,
never forget.

Make that loot disappear,
you'll give it back to me when I'm out.

Are you arresting me
because of the negresses?

Yes.

- I'd like to discuss a technicality.
- Don't worry, we'll do so later.

What about my 30,000 francs?
I won't let you go!

Interpreting the feelings
of thousands of mothers,

I beg you to shut down
the offending clubs immediately.

Don't worry,
we'll start with these offices.

Mr. Commissioner,
I'd like to ask for one last favour.

Have the Caracas reopen,
the foosball club.

It's a personal favour I'm asking
before I resign.

The foosball club?
Alright, it's not a problem.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Commissioner.

Hello?

This is the Visual Arts Gallery.

Yes. Don't you remember?

A Greek painting, black frame, ebony.

Yes, mother.

Alright, mother. Yes, mother.

Yes.

Bye, mother.

My mother.

You're lucky
to still have your mother!

I'm glad to be able to help you.

Thank you.

Where shall we celebrate
this happy event?

- Where you want.
- Giovanni, I thought you'd never come!

Had you forgotten
I was waiting for you?

I'm talking to the lady. She might
have managed to get our club reopened.

- Yes? You're the president's daughter!
- You're the little sister.

- Yes.
- No, I'm the wife.

- What a nice surprise!
- So the club will reopen?

Well, it depends on my father...

- What do you mean?
- Goodbye.

- Where are you going? Aren't you coming?
- I'm going to father.

See? I'd told you to wait in the car!

The tall one is a man dressed up
as a woman to avoid the army.

The other two are volunteers
so I'm not guilty.

Admitting you're right,
allow me this little technicality.

What are these? Handcuffs?
Is it regulation?

Yes.

Mr. Commissioner, there's a mistake
that could ruin your career.

- Allow me a technicality.
- Get in, we'll talk later.

The Code says "white slavery",
they're black! Excuse me...

If you've made this mistake,

either you ask my forgiveness
or you modify the Code.

Let's go!

What are you doing?
Are you modifying it?

Don't trust me,
for I'll deceive you.

Moralist, can you tell me
what morality is?

It's a lie for the simple,
but it's not for me.

No no, no no, no no,
it's not for me!

Moralist.