All language subtitles for amantide (1977) Erika Blanc

He how are you?

So I don't like it, you hurt me.

It was something to predict.

It's quite funny though,
do not you think?

Please.

In the name of the Father,
of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Give, Lord,

your holy blessing
to us and to the food that we will now take

to keep us in your holy service.

Amen.

Still like this?
The appointment is for 21:00.

I have to take a bath, a little patience.
- What are you waiting for? Just do it.

Do we really have to go there?

Why? They're waiting for us now, don't you like?

What time is it?
- It'll be 8.30pm.

Indeed, 20:15, but for you it's always late.

Then there's time, don't you think?
- Come on, don't piss me off.

You know I don't like it
late for appointments, right?

Sin.

You are a big whore.

Are you afraid of me?
- Yes.

Why? I'm not a monster.

Or am I that ugly?

What are you afraid of?
- I do not know.

It's not an answer.

Have I been mean to you?

Yes? Tell me.

No.
- So?

Perhaps it is precisely because of this…

I do not understand.

What do not you understand?
- You see, ma'am.

Carl, I need to talk to you.

Even your wife.

All right.

Not feeling well?
- It's not that.

And I'm not used to it.

You should be proud
I am a Santoro.

There is her husband.

You always arrive at the most opportune moments.

Did I disturb you?

Where have you been?

To read me a book in peace.

Naturally.

Everyone has their weaknesses.

You'll never be a true Santoro, you.

Why should I become one?

I'm not your son,
I'm just your husband.

You said well, just, very just.

Your mother wants to talk to us.

You are a Santoro.

A Santoro doesn't dress
as a woman of the national bourgeoisie.

Stop those ridiculous slacks.

However, that's not what I wanted to tell you.

I wanted to speak to you both together,

because there is something in your relationships

that I don't like and it worries me.

I want to see clearly, understand.

I promised my poor husband
deathbed

that I would keep the Santoro name high,

that I would not have allowed that
no shadow tarnished its honor

and purity.

Things happen
which I do not tolerate in this house.

What things, mom?

You know it well.

You know it well, you know it well.

You can't blame me for anything.

You gave me a husband
and it's like I don't have it.

This doesn't give you the right to run
behind the snakes, to circumvent them.

I see everything
and this I cannot allow.

A scandal would break out if it was known.
- I told you, go to my husband.

Why don't you do your duty?

Pia Angela is right.

She is still a young woman,
beautiful, nice.

She's a Santoro.

They have never been able to say anything to me,
you also know if I have had women.

So?

What happened?
- She should know.

What do I have to do with your défaillances?
I am a woman.

Your homosexual tendencies
they have an inhibiting power over me.

These are nonsense.

Think about doing your duty.

I like to come here,
It always makes me a little sad.

Do you like it because it makes you sad?
- No, I didn't explain myself.

They are two different and separate concepts.

I like coming here
and at the same time it makes me sad

this show of decay,
of abandonment and death.

Still, maybe I don't have to say it.
- No, you have to tell me instead.

But yeah, there's nothing wrong with that.

I meant that, despite everything,
I feel comfortable here.

It's different from our house, that's it.
- What does it mean?

Maybe I can't explain myself.

It's the atmosphere, you know?

Maybe you can't understand.
- Do you have something to reproach me with?

Are you joking, Riccardo?

I am so happy, however.

A year ago, when yours, reluctantly,
they allowed us to get married,

I was a little scared.

Your family is so important.

Your aunt, especially, so cold,
haughty and meek, at least at the beginning.

Then I understood
which was a misplaced fear.

Also thanks to me, my love.
I think I've proved you enough.

Why do not you answer?
- What do you say? What does that have to do with anything?

I love you.
- I do not?

I more than you.

Love.

What's going on with you?
- Nothing.

Are you sure you don't have anything?

What's up?

An argument with my sister?

I'm used to it by now
it no longer affects me.

Carlo, I think you set it wrong
your life from the beginning.

Oh God, at least here among us.
Do you see my complexion, Carlo?

It's like this because I do
a healthy, active life.

I eat, drink, fuck.

I have no problems,
I have no thoughts, worries.

I don't care about everyone.

Got it, Carl?

Instead there is Riccardo
which is completely different from me.

He, like you, loves to read.
There is always a book around her.

He is pale and then he is in love.

I'm not saying you shouldn't fall in love,
let me be clear, but not like him, by God!

He wanted to marry his wife.
All right, but that's enough, right?

What does it mean to always be attached to her?
I don't understand this.

Always the same woman, oh!

Have you ever worn a fur coat?
- Never.

Would you like to try it?

But yes, courage.
Now let me try this.

Look at you, you look like someone else.

A film actress.

Do you like it then?

Have you ever worn fur
on your naked body?

Wait, now I'll let you try.

Where are you going? It is still early.
- Go for a ride in the fresh air.

It's not enough for you
how far did you ride tonight?

It's never enough for me.

I want at least ten like you.
Go back to sleep.

That's why they say
that around here half of the children are yours.

The goal? Now you underestimate me.

What farm are you from?
Del Carpo, Sangina?

You do not answer?

You are beautiful, fresh.

You know who I am? The master of everything.

Of whatever farm you are.

It would be an honor for you.

No!
- What are you doing, are you leaving? You come.

Ninth!

No!

Slowly, be careful.
- Be quiet.

What happened?
- He hit his head.

No shock, did you call the doctor?

Certain.
- Be careful.

Let's wait.
- Let's put our legs up, it's long.

Legs up.

Legs.

Floor.

Wait!
- Go on like this.

Come on come on.
- So here we are.

Attention.
- Rudolf!

So, doctor?

My illustrious colleague
confirm my diagnosis.

The radiographs are clear.

Traumatic spinal injury
with irreversible bone marrow damage.

Unfortunately science in these cases
can very little.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Thank you, doctor.

You tell me science is impotent.

The mightiest of all will give us strength
to pass this test.

In our family we are strong.

For this our name lasts
respected for centuries.

Thanks again.

Good morning.
- Lady.

Please have a seat.
- Thank you.

See how it was raining outside?

I went out for a walk.

Yes, I know, I was at the window.

I saw you walk away all alone.

How is it going?

I have to get used to it.

Everything changed so fast.

I understand you.

Each of us had to adapt
to new situations.

Me too, see? I took the place
of Rodolfo in the administration.

Unfortunately now
I have to remedy many of his imprudence.

On the other hand, Riccardo is always
with my head in the clouds.

Eleonora, your situation…

You are worse than all of us.

Your bed feels like it's empty,
empty forever.

What else can you try for him
after pity?

Yep, you're still young
and sooner or later it may also happen that…

I like talking with you.
No hypocrisy, no sentimentality.

I could also help you,
if you need it.

Be careful, though.

Here your role is well defined.

In the eyes of others,
you must be blameless.

Noblesse oblige, my dear.

You were luckier than me.

If you had married Carlo,
you would have been a widow from the start.

Do you want to tell me you're sorry?

The service is exasperatingly slow.

Whoever goes slowly goes healthy
and does not drop the plate from his hand.

Doesn't that seem a little impertinent to you?
- He must be a poet.

Lord allow me.

The first is not for her
and for his wife the second?

I'll have the third one, I don't want it.
- Shut up, we didn't understand each other.

Young man, my wife wants the former.

I can recommend
Thai-style veal or red mullet.

Truly…
- Rabbit roast beef.

Cuban liver, salad
alla veneziana with sweet jujubes.

Yes, mom, it's so romantic!

All right, I can't take it anymore.
You won, marry him.

Come, let them look into each other's eyes,
happy as two suckers.

Let's go get something to eat
at the restaurant opposite.

From the Rossini Theater in Piacenza,

we broadcast the charade
in a single act by Leopoldo Corbelli,

"You don't live on bread alone".

It's on air now
the recording of the symphonic suite

Opera 35 Scheherazade
by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov,

performed by the Symphony Orchestra
of the London Film Festival,

conducted by maestro Thomas Green.

Honey, how are you?

A little better, how was the comedy?

the usual stuff,
TV has been sucking for a while now.

The aunt went away muttering
before the end.

Haven't you been thinking about me?

I thought you were coming to see how I was.

Sorry, but it wasn't serious.
Just a little nausea and headache.

Instead I was sick
I was very bad and I was alone here,

while you were enjoying yourself.

But what are you saying?
Sometimes you seem hysterical to me.

Has anything happened?
- No.

So, sorry?
- Instead something happened, Riccardo.

I saw you.

You flirted with the waiter.

Nothing escapes me, these things
they don't happen in our family.

Never happened.

The Santoros have never made them
and whether you like it or not, you're a Santoro.

You are my brother-in-law's wife.
- I was your brother-in-law's wife.

Now I'm nobody's wife.

Even if I haven't mourned yet,
Rodolfo is dead and I am his widow.

Aunt.

Annalisa is expecting a baby.

Let's hope it's male.

Female is fine with me too
as long as everything goes smoothly.

Let's hope it's a boy, I said.

Thus the continuity
of the family will be insured.

Do you want some water?

At least during the night
he won't need to drink.

Thanks, you can go.

Good morning, ma'am.
- Good morning.

I just don't understand you, Carlo,
we always spoke so little,

yet it would have been logical
that we were attracted and bonded with each other

because we are not of them.

How can you agree to be
I'm not saying welcome

but completely ignored,
which is worse than hate.

We must be united.

We must not let ourselves be sidelined
as useless objects.

You are combative, Eleonora,
but I have lost all faith.

I have no illusions,
I prefer to live in peace

maybe even a little
despised even by you,

but adapting effortlessly
to the wishes of those who command us.

So Pia Angela?

In a few years,
when certain cravings have passed,

will be like the mother.

This doesn't mean living.

It means to accept
to die day by day.

To live or to die is the same thing.

Just react,
I am convinced that it is enough to react.

I want to help you.

You have to let yourself be helped.

It would be a waste of time.

Then Pia Angela is right.

You are not a man.

Don't misjudge me.

It's only for you that I do it.

It's only for you that I do it.

Alone…

Listen, winter is almost over.

The air is getting warm.
- Sweetish.

All this buzz
to come to life

like a huge,
putrid coitus disgusts me enough.

The heavy stones
are the words between us.

You and yours, you'll bury me under it.
- Oh.

I could get out of my eyes
your petty presence,

suffocating, without heat.

Could you let me go,

welcome me deeply
from this nature

and then perhaps be reborn in other forms
freer, unaware, full of life.

As.

Yes, yes, like this.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

It may feel like a process
towards cancellation,

because death is final.

They all seem moved,

but it's not emotion, it's fear.

The fear of nothing.

Every man knows that by dying
dissolves into total silence.

It becomes smoke on a windy day.

Not so for us, for the Santoros.

Our family has built
from indestructible foundations.

You're not dead either, Carlo.

You are the weakest of us all,
the most defenseless.

This is because you have now become a Santoro

and the Santoros don't die.

We pray for his blessed soul.
He was part of our family.

You called me?

I summoned you,

that you now represent
the male branch of the Santoro

to discuss a problem

to which I admit
a fundamental importance,

since it involves
the prestige and the family name.

I have voluntarily
excluded women from this meeting

given the particular character
of the topic we will be discussing.

I don't understand, aunt, there is nothing…
- Shut up!

You will understand.

You will understand, you will understand.

As long as you lose
the habit of interrupting me.

Excuse me.

The argument concerns Eleonora

and his sexual dissatisfaction.

Unfortunately,

Rodolfo's choice
she fell on a woman from the senses

let's say lively.

and the misfortune that befell my brother-in-law

it certainly didn't improve the situation.

I know what a female can be capable of
determined to satisfy her desires.

I'm afraid that Eleonora may fulfill
acts unbecoming the decorum of the family.

If we asked Don Serafino to speak to her…
- No.

No.

We Santoros
we don't need the others.

We solve with our brain
and our strength alone

all the problems that come our way.

So…

it is within these walls

that we will have to find
the most convenient solution.

Eleanor…

she needs a man.

We will give her what she wants.

How? My father is paralysed.

You will.

You are young, strong, robust.

It is not possible.

Are you kidding?

And my mother!
- Shut up.

Sit down.

It's not a proposition.

It's an order.

Eleonora is just your stepmother.

A blood relationship
almost non-existent.

You have no mercy
for my father, if not for me?

What do you think he will try?

He can't speak, he can't react.

He can hear his condemnation and be silent.

And you?

What else can you do?

You had a kind thought.

I wanted to distract myself.

Listen, how come
didn't you bring Annalisa in my place?

Travels are tiring her now,
especially the car in its state.

For signing contracts
I couldn't help it.

You will solve many things with this trip.

I don't capsicum.

Maybe it's the carburetor.

Who knows where a phone will be found.
- Fun.

Lost in the mysterious forest
as the night progresses.

Look, we're halfway there
between Grado and Monte Secco.

There should be
the home of our tenant farmers.

What's it called, Broken House?

It's true, you could sleep there tonight,
and tomorrow morning have the car fixed.

You hadn't thought of that, had you?
- Well no.

I go forward.
- All right, wait, I'll take the bag.

Hey, is anyone there? Open up.

Still standing?

Yes, I can't sleep.

The rain makes me nervous.

Just the rain?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I'll help you relax.

There is nothing more relaxing
of a massage, in some cases.

Come on, be good.

So, relax.

So, so again. As.

Enough now, Pia Angela.

What's up?
- Nothing, I don't like certain things.

Love has no sex, as long as it is love.

What?
- Is your relationship with Riccardo right?

Sure, he's my husband.

If it wasn't love
what pushes Riccardo towards you?

What are you insinuating?

Insinuating is not accurate.

I want you to know
that at this very moment

your husband is rolling around
in bed with Eleonora.

A heterosexual relationship, therefore, clean.

No, you are a dirty liar.

I don't believe you, go away!

As you like.

It's ridiculous that you care so much.

It all stays in the family, right?

For information, however,
turn to the aunty.

It was she who convinced Riccardo.

Good night, dear, and sweet dreams.

Get out! Go away!

What are you two doing standing there?
Off to bed.

In bed, come on.

Here, take it, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Don't compliment.

If my husband had been there
we would have done more.

He would have accompanied you.
- Pass me the sugar.

Don't be ashamed, you who are already a young lady,
to make you look so disobedient?

Say goodnight
and take your sister to bed.

Good night.
- Good night, girls.

Night.
- Let's go to bed, quick.

Up, up.

Excuse them,
they are not used to seeing people.

If I had known of your arrival
I would have given you my room.

But what do you want,
with that child over there who is not well.

Yet when I did smallpox
it wasn't like that with the girls.

Do not worry,
you will see that the fever will go away soon.

I hope.
- We will gladly adapt, right?

Certain.
- Good night.

Good night.
- Good night.

She's a really kind woman.
- Hey!

Romantic.

If you have to undress, I'll lock the door.

No, leave it.

You don't need to turn around.

Look at me too.

Eleanor.

What's up?
You don't want to put any sentiment into it.

It would be complicated.

Then, the aunt is not the one who expects this.

It's just enough for her
that you calm my cravings.

What speeches are you having?

What do you think, that I'm stupid?

The sudden journey

car breakdown,

the nearby Broken House.

Maybe you and your aunt
you made some mistake,

my dear, certainly without meaning to.

The first was to underestimate me.

Yes, she likes to pull strings.

He can do it with everyone.

as with poor Carlo

or with Pia.

With you above all.

"Yes, Aunt Teodora, yes, Aunt Teodora."

Not with me.

And this
that you didn't want to understand, with me, no!

By now the three Santoros are there and if I stay there
it's because it suits me, you know?

It's because I want it.

If I want to have a tantrum with you,
I take it off because I like it that way.

Here, now you can take me,
you don't even have to undress me.

After you.

I'm here, did you want to make love to me?
I'm ready!

Richard!

Richard.

Do you need me?

He was starting to run his hands everywhere.
- But think about it.

"Did you take me for a piano?",
I told him.

You're watching, aren't you?
That's all you can do now.

For a lifetime you have climbed the body
of any whore you come across.

Now you can only watch.

Then look at me.

Watch me!

If you could touch my body,

you would still feel it warm
of Riccardo's caresses.

Of your son, yes, of your son, do you understand?

I spent a wonderful night with him,

I drove him mad with pleasure.

Everything you've been looking for
in the other women I gave it to him.

You cry?

Get ready to pour some
a river of these tears,

because there will be a hundred,
a thousand nights like this.

I'll be here to describe them to you,
with so much attention to detail

that you won't know anymore
whether to enjoy it or die of a heart attack.

I'm not to blame.

I only obeyed Aunt Teodora.

We are a debauched family.

Pia Angela gets it on with Annalisa.

You're here, I've been looking for you everywhere.
What are you doing?

Answers.
- I'm leaving.

What?
- I'm leaving you and this house.

Are you crazy?

I don't understand, what do you mean you leave?

It means I'm free at last
the puppet has snapped its strings.

For God's sake, Annalisa, explain yourself!

There is nothing to explain.
You know exactly what I mean.

Hypocrisy you are so
stuck on

that you end up using it too
against yourself.

Annalisa, listen.
- This is not a family.

It's a horrid farce

controlled by a monster
playing with human lives,

without any mercy.

Pretend to condemn her.

In reality you are alone
little soulless servants.

No it is not true.
I swear, I didn't obey her.

You will do it.

Of course you will too,
because it's inevitable.

She emptied your conscience.

You are small,
horrible mice, nothing else.

you can't go,
you bring in something that belongs to me.

Not anymore, Riccardo, not anymore.

Where were you gone?

I've been waiting for you for a while.

You know I don't tolerate
some lack of respect.

Annalisa is gone.

Will never come back.

Well, that doesn't matter.

We will get your son back in time.

She miscarried.

What?

He believed that between me
and Eleonora had happened…

Happened.

What are you saying, Richard?

It happened, didn't it?

I haven't been able to.

I tried,
but I was not able to.

You will make it.

Do not doubt.

You will make it.

That's what Annalisa said.

He said we are
silly puppets in your hands,

that you would sacrifice our lives
and feelings for your damned pride.

For our family, Riccardo.

For the Santoro name.

None of you
he has the right to defile it.

I will defend its integrity
till death

and even after, do you understand?

Also after.

It took me a long time, but now I'm starting
to see things in their reality.

It's all your doing,
even the death of Carlo, everything.

I am not responsible
of the absurd reactions of a psychopath.

Agreements yes,
you are responsible for those.

My conscience is clear.

In a company
which is crumbling every moral principle,

in a society that rejects the family
as an outdated fact,

i fought,

to keep the principles
which our fathers permitted

to live with dignity and purity.

This is the result.

My father is paralytic
and a lineage erased forever.

You're wrong again, Riccardo.

The offspring is assured.

My son no longer exists!
- It will exist.

It will exist.

Eleonora will give it to you.

The heritage of the Santoros
will remain undivided.

When your child is born
We'll tell the world it's your wife's.

You're crazy.

I am perfectly conscious.

You will do as I command you.

It's your duty.

Is this what you want from me?
- And this.

Richard!

Richard.

Nothing happened.

It was a disgrace.

Nobody has to know the truth.

Then I won't tell you.
- I do not care.

If I tell you, what will you give me?

Conceited.
- Get around.

Yes, now I go around
to inform me about you, of course.

Shut up.

Here, the Santoro family
gathered for lunch, as always.

But how decimated!

As if he had fought a battle.

A battle has been fought,

because you can't live standing on
own positions as in a trench,

despising and hating.

I paid for it too.

Now I am powerless.

Even my best memories
they don't exalt me, on the contrary,

they make my life more bitter.

My defeat started there,

from the inability to understand the value
of an offer, the sweetness of a look,

the warmth of a room
and its objects.

What pity I have for myself!

When I killed myself

I thought I'd fix it
all my problems and maybe so.

I looked at the water of the still lake,
smooth, without a ripple.

I was amazed to see reflections in it
the tufts of reeds on the other side,

the outline of the hills.

It was like in a painting,
vanish in colors.

I didn't even feel fear, on the contrary,

I felt the embrace of the water

as a friend contact
that left me breathless,

but also without pain.

It had to happen.

For this my crime will not be punished
from the justice of men.

There she is, Eleonora.

Annalisa, how sweet
I tried with you!

We were almost at the finish line.
at our finish line.

A normal life,
calm, like everyone else's.

It was supposed to be our life,
made up of little things, even trivial ones

that would have been the sweetest,
the most exciting.

Even inadvertent contact
of our hands

because in that contact
we would discover the mystery of ourselves,

turn into one person.

I'm talking about our son, Annalisa.
A son for the continuity of the Santoros.

Well, maybe that's why.

We wanted something
that could not be born in the mud.

It's not our fault Annalisa.
It's not even my fault.

It just happened
what was to happen,

because the Santoros must go out.

I know right now
you are thinking about one thing.

Yes, I took over Theodora's inheritance.

It's a heavy legacy, but I know I can handle it.

I have always admired her and since I was a child
I studied her every act to imitate her.

Today I'm finally her.

You, as you did with her,
from now on you will have to obey me.