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ARS AMANDI-THE ART OF LOVE .

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ROME, 8 N. CHR.

- Ah, there he is. -Good Morning.
- Well finally. - Welcome.

- Hello, excuse my delay.
- Salve, nice to see you.

Greetings.

- Are all gathered?
- Yes, all there. We are looking forward to it.

Let's go inside.

Let's go. Comes with.

- Who is this tribune?
- Macarius Califanus urbanus.

What kind of people is this?

- He has just returned to Rome.
- But he stays only a week.

- He must return to Gaul the fastest.
- How proud and gorgeous he looks.

- He looks at us all the time.
- But does not look like you like him.

He'll probably like
your nose even less.

Continues.

Thank you.

- Come along. Sit down to me.
- Yes, that's good.

- Ah, it's nice and cool here.
- Sit down. - Come on, sit down.

Should there be one among you who
does not yet master the art of love,

then he read my
textbook of loving.

And with this experience he is
discovering the pinnacles of love.

Sounds promising, right?

For a moment, the singing bothers me.

I do not lie Apollo when I
tell you that you inspire me.

What I have to tell has
not brought me any bird.

It's pure experience, so listen
to the teacher and follow him.

What I will tell
you is the truth.

And you, mother of love...

give your favor to
what I try to teach.

Away with the stole
that covers the foot.

Way with ribbons and
towels and signs of shame.

I speak of the love given
and of the space allowed,

where everything is granted
and nothing is violence.

The first task you have to
undergo, new soldier of love,

is to seek the ones
you want to love.

Then try to ask
them to please you.

And above all, try to make it so
that your love can take a long time!

The duration of love sets
the limits of the game.

And its limits are the
boundaries of the field,

you own and plow
with a ploughshare.

Here is the goal of
my burning desires.

The woman I want to make me
inclined with my advertising.

And choose the woman, so says the
master, to whom you can say:

"Only you alone please me." She will
not fall from the sky at your feet.

You have to look for them, with
your eyes, with your senses.

The hunter knows where to
take the net for the deer.

And who throws the fishing rod, knows
the water in which the fish swim.

Come over.

I'm coming, beloved.

Cornelius!

Cornelius!

Yes! Cornelius is here!

Cornelius! Dearest Cornelius!

Come over! Kiss me, Cornelius!
Kiss Me!

Cornelius?

Did someone just call Cornelius?

That was just Telefo, he has it in mind.
He does not know what he says.

That seems to me that way too.

Macarius.

Peck.

Do you hear, the good
phone is cured again.

Yes. When he sees your sword,
he quickly returns to normal.

Here, you have to freeze.

I dreamed that Parilius was
burned in his bronze oven.

That was just a nightmare.

You have to go out of the house more often.
Go for a walk in nature.

Breathe fresh air.

The gods may protect you, my love.
And be good to my mother, right?

You can go away calm.
We both understand each other very well.

- Clio.
- Salve.

C, c, two c, Claudia and Clio.

I had never noticed that before.

Good Morning. Well, come on.
Not yet, Mom.

- Come here.
- Leave that, mom.

- Come here, my beautiful soldier.
- Where are you?

Here.

Take off that dreadful,
barbaric helmet.

My handsome, little boy.
Come back, okay?

Please be kind to my wife.

Do not worry, we spin our wool
in the most beautiful harmony.

My little darling.

Watch out for the phones. He remembers
strange names. Maybe he's useful.

Yes, do not worry. I'll do it.

It is the fate of a soldier that he
does not know when he will come back.

Well, that's my destiny.

And the fate of the humble
matrons is to wait and to wait.

Yes, our life is hope and wait.

May the gods be with you, mother.

No, they may accompany you.

, Come back healthy.
- Salve.

The gods may protect you.

Farewell, mother.

Your mother has the job to take
care of Telefo. The bird is crazy.

You laughed the longest time.

Macarius...

I'll shut your beak, common spy.

- We say it was not our fault.
- Yes, the cat has opened the cage.

And then a hawk caught him.

A few feathers. That's all
that's left of Telefo.

These birds make a lot of shouting
but are stupider than the chickens.

Sepora! When Priapus, hardly
awake, she cries for me.

- Sepora!
- Yes, I come, mistress!

One robbed Telefo! Thieves!
Killer! Sepora, fast, a misfortune!

Sepora! Telefo is gone!

I should take care of
him and now he is gone!

Now she no longer has a guardian!

Yes, we are the traitor, forever!

- Rufus.
- I'm coming, mistress.

- Who owns this bird?
- This is the parrot of our neighbor.

Come on.

Ow! Bastard!

Do not hurt him, please! It's a
gift from Macarius to his wife!

You must not do anything to him.
He belongs to your friend.

No, do not do it! I beg you!

Leave him in peace!
He did not hurt you!

- Shut your mouth!
- Not! Do not do it!

- Damn pagan cattle!
- Leave the bird alone!

- I'll cut off your head!
- He's afraid of you!

How dare you?

Chickens in my house!

That's a shame!
Here in the house of the eagles!

Do you understand? Eagle! Just wait!

Do not, leave! Help! You hurt me!

Dirty bitch! You designed it!
Now you will see what you have of it!

I'll lock you up like a dog!

Run, Rex! Come on, in with you!

Rein with you in the shed!
There you belong, mangy bitch!

I will teach you to retrieve
and bark, rely on it!

I say that to Tribune Macarius!

We know, he writes poetry and
is starving himself more badly.

A true poet.
- How terrible. He freezes from the cold at night.

These students already know
how and where to warm.

- I worry about him.
- I wonder what you find in this Cornelius.

- He is not beautiful, he is not rich.
- But I like him. I like him.

He lives in a tight, icy hole
he proudly calls his house.

Besides, these students can not
shut up and that causes trouble.

You, who are looking for a
wife, for a long time of love,

Do not look in the wrong place, but where
you find women in large quantities.

Rome can give you so many and so different
like to offer that you can say

the most beautiful women in the
world, here they are gathered.

In the summer, when
the days are hot,

then walk and walk under the
pillared halls of Pompey.

You can look at antique pictures there.
Look at the Danaiden.

The 50 daughters of King
Danaos who killed their men.

Do not forget the Sabine women
who were robbed by Romulus.

And Leda with Jupiter
in the form of a swan.

With a swan?
Do you think that's possible?

The widow must ask Nero, our
neighbor, who keeps a swan.

The Romans robbed the Sabine women
and forced them to marry her.

My late husband robbed me when I was 16.
A picture of a man.

Mine is still alive, but it's as if
he's been dead for ten years already.

Here is the place where you
can satisfy your lusts.

You will find a beauty
that seduces you.

Another one that will be
a fleeting mood for you.

And finally, the one with which
you want to stay together.

Are not you ashamed?

Come close to her as close as you can.
Nothing and nobody can stop you.

And in the moment of your meeting, find
an opportunity to start a conversation.

But be content with
banalities for now.

- Forgive me.
- Never mind.

If you discover a speck of
dust on your neck or shoulder,

then take it away by
barely brushing your skin.

And if there is
none, just say so.

A speck of dust has strayed onto your
shoulder, allowing me to take it away.

Everything must serve as a
pretext for gallant courtesies.

The women come here to see,
but above all, to be seen.

Impossible to call you all the
hunting grounds for the woman.

It would be easier to count the grains
of sand on the bottom of the sea.

You have received hints where
to find the women you love,

who you want to love and how
to throw the nets after them.

Now I will tell you how to bind
those who love you the most.

This requires the application
of some finer methods.

Her men, who want to learn the art
of loving, listen to me attentively.

Open your ear to some basic rules
that you should always keep in mind.

First of all, one thing
is clear and clear.

There is not one woman in the
world who could not become yours.

You will possess them if you only
understand to set your traps.

Rather are the birds silent in
spring and the cicada in summer,

for a woman to deny the
one who caresses her.

She gives in, even if she
shows herself relentless.

Like the man, the woman
enjoys the fleeting lust.

If we were not, kisses demanded,

so the defeated woman would
demand her herself soon.

In the shady valleys and slopes
of Ida once lived a white bull.

He was the pride of the flock,

and a black tuft of hair
grew between his horns.

Only in one place, the rest
of his body was snow-white.

For him, Pasiphae was once
burned into adulterous love.

Envious, she hated the
well-designed, young verses.

Just look how she walks through the grass in
front of him, she thinks she is seductive.

- Do you have a wish?
- No, it's nothing.

Captivated by passion,
she does not stop.

See, defeated by a
bull is King Minos.

And finally, deceived by the wooden
cow, the bull sprang at her.

And by birth the father
evidently appeared!

Now you know how to unleash
the love of a woman.

She is much hotter than ours.

She has more wildness.

Forward, be bold and no doubt.

You may hope for all the
women in the world for you.

Thank you, Master, we will
take your words to heart.

But I would not compare myself to
a bull, but rather to a stallion.

That was very instructive. Now we have
the theory, now we need the practice.

Yes, bring us some women,
how do you want to try it!

We can bring you a mare,
you also like horses!

- Get out of this house immediately! Go!
- I did not mean that.

But you said it!

- He insulted me.
- Insulted, you?

Thank you, you are very friendly.

- You will find the letter under the door.
- Yes, good.

That person said I
was not capable

to understand the deeper
meaning of Ovid's speeches.

Get out of here,
get out of here!

What is going on here?

The dog left that from a worshiper
of your daughter-in-law.

- She's true to my son?
- She is a true saint.

If she is cheerful and cheerful, she
will gladly throw herself in your arms.

But beware of awakening jealousy
and putting doubt in your heart.

Marcia to Claudia, do not mix with
our love. Cornelius loves me.

Love me, Cornelius loves me.

And I love Cornelius, this truth should be
experienced throughout Rome, the whole city.

Marcia.

No, that is not true.
Cornelius does not lie.

That's just an invention
of this man Marcia.

I assure you, Cornelius does not
lie, he certainly loves you.

Then he has to take revenge on me!

He has to kill her!

Priapus, make another lover
of my mistress please

and that Cornelius will become mine.

I like it, it's made for me.

I'll make a sacrifice
today and next week.

Priapus, you can do everything.

I do not like to run through
gorges or through rugged rocks.

I do not want anyone under my
guidance to fall into a trap.

So if the maid
delivering the messages

the desire awakens in you, because she
is not only faithful and diligent,

but also nice and appetizing.

So drink only the desire of her
mistress lips, and do it in that order.

Never start the new love
on the bosom of a servant.

Ovid is right when he says

that you no longer love your wife because
you can see her whenever you want.

That's not the case with us.
Thank God.

- Marcarius, are you listening?
- Yes.

Thankfully, Telefo is here.

A man has more to lose in a
fraud than women. Imagine that.

What can you see?

I'll tell you...

You only speak words that you
do not believe yourself.

Otherwise tell me why you leave a woman
behind as a protector of your house.

Because I have confidence in my wife, but
not in a man who comes too close to her.

Your protector is a parrot.

You do not want to
be a swan, right?

We can see the towers
of Laudanum, sir.

We will not stop in Laudanum, we
will continue our march to Rome.

- Home direction!
- Immediately, sir.

- Sepora, are you conjuring it?
- By Priapus, Mistress.

Swear.

I swear by the glorious
member of my favorite god...

- To keep the secret...
- To keep the secret...

- until death...
- until death...

And scrub my back off with a brush
of rice straw as soon as I...

- And to scrub my back...
- I said rice straw.

But such a brush is hard.- With a
brush of rice straw, repeat that!

To scrub my back off with
a brush of rice straw...

- As soon as I finish the job.
- As soon as I finish the job.

Before you go to
Cornelius, you buy flour.

If you have sprinkled it over, the
writing will appear white like chalk.

Yes I do.

You fool, if you do not keep
your beak, I'll sell you.

- You better wash yourself three times.
- Yes, wash three times and the rice brush.

I am free to write you secretly,
I await you, my love.

There will be a reception to celebrate
the return of soldiers from Gaul.

You will be introduced
to my husband.

Is the mother sleeping?
- She has her sleep aid, I've doubled the dose.

With that the watchfulness of my
guardian is gone for the night.

- Stand still.
- It tickles, I have to laugh.

Post scriptum: My passion
has reached its peak.

Finished.

- Do not you sign?
- No I'm afraid.

It's not necessary, Cornelius knows
exactly who Sepora belongs to.

There is nobody there, I
have locked all doors tight.

Never say my name.- No, and
I'll wash my back four times.

- Cornelius!
- Flavius...

And look deep into her
eyes with enamored eyes.

More than words can
express your look,

and your face speaks for you.

Always touch it by accident, if it
grabs a fruit, then take one too.

The method is as
old as it is sure

one turns out to be a
friend who wants to cheat.

A simple safe path, even if
this way was paved with guilt.

If you leave after the
tables are cleared,

so the crowds will allow
you to approach her.

Stay by your side, if you can.
Then touch her arm to guide her.

Slightly streak your
thigh with your thigh.

Further, firmer, much deeper!

Aim for her ass, caress
him for a soldier!

- Shame on you, you drunk guy!
- Then you bring me an idea.

And keep the right
amount of drinking.

Only drink so much that your
foot and mind do not waver.

Stay out of disputes that are
easily violated by the wine.

And if it beats, then
quickly change the place.

Are you really happy
with your parrot?

I mean, is that a nice
housemate, such a parrot?

- He is not a bird like any other.
- I understand.

You love the gifts of your
husband, whatever it is.

Please excuse me now.

Excuse me.

Many men died because they accepted
every glass offered to them.

Wine is there to glorify life.
Use it for that, too.

Sing and dance. Pleasure your
beloved in every way you can.

A lover I had in Egypt,

had to resort to Nile
water to seduce me.

Nile water, what effect does it have?

He has filled Nile water into big containers
and then he has with the water...

Now finally it's
time to talk to her.

Forgetting is restraint and shame.

Venus, along with the good fortune,
helps the one who dares act.

Where is my husband? Macarius.

No, leave me!

Many times he who pretended
love fell in love.

And what began as a cheerful game
for him then came to a serious end.

No!

And whoever is not
foolish will not forget

to mix the words with
the kisses as well.

She will refuse. Then do not
hesitate and take it by force.

If she continues to resist, then she
wants to be defeated in the end.

On the knee.
On your knees with you.

- I dreamed of Carthage.
- Ah yes.

- And did you win the battle?
- No...

It was too unequal a meeting.

- I was alone.
- You alone? - Yes.

- If the general finds me, he castrates me.
- I will not allow that.

I will defend you.

Good yes.

Stop. Wait.

You have to flee.
Run away, fast!

Why did you move out?
It's not all that warm tonight.

I undressed to your reception.

Oh no. You know damn
well that I hate that.

Where did you get that filthy rag?

I found it on the street today.

Awful.

I know the smell. Garlic, mixed
with the sweat of a donkey.

Of course, he belongs to Rufus.

You bitch!

Leave me alone!

I do not know anyone named Rufus!
You have to believe me!

No Please not! Go away!

- I will...
- No!

Listen! I have a plot to start
cover! I know the truth! He is it!

- He wants the...
- Stop it! Be quiet!

He plans the death of Augustus!
He wants to kill the Emperor!

He has already had an imperial armor made!
He hid them here!

- I'll tell you where she is!
- Are you crazy?

She is crazy. The woman
has lost her mind!

Damn it, shut up or I'll stuff it.
I'm going to kill you, whore.

I killed you.

I killed you.

According to the law...

According to the law...

the man does not have the right, but
the duty to kill an unfaithful wife.

So it is, my love, Roman law, the best
of all legal systems in the world,

obliges the husband to
kill his adulterous wife.

Have you heard? Do you understand?
You can not speak anymore.

Well, your voice fails, but maybe your ear
is listening and your eye is still seeing.

Then listen and see.

You were right, you know?

One day I will become
Emperor, and soon.

Here is the imperial armor, before
the kings fall to their knees.

I will be Emperor.

I am Emperor. Look here.

I am the Empire!
I am the Emperor!

I could stop that now

but since no woman is like the
other, I want to tell you more.

You can reach a thousand
hearts in a thousand ways.

Different fields do not always
produce the same fruit.

One carries the vine, the other the
olive, and on that there grows the wheat.

And as different as their hearts, are
the faces of women in this world.

Only those who are wise and
learned will know about them.

And like Prometheus, he can transform
himself into the soft wave as needed

or become a lion or a plant

or the wild-haired boar.

Also, you must not act in
the same way at any age.

When you play the
experienced with your Iven,

If you too boldly tackle the
shy, they will be afraid of you.

So it has often happened that one
that scared the honest lover,

the one who was worse than him.

Be loving, if you
want to be loved.

But to face and beauty
is not enough for you.

If you are looking for the good in your
girlfriend and she should not leave you,

then add beauty to the beauty.

Love is a fragile commodity
and can not last forever.

Over time it wilts and
consumes its duration.

Always be ready to hold her
footing when she goes to bed.

And do not forget to slip
her sandals off her feet.

And give only modest gifts to your
loved ones instead of great gifts.

But if modest, she
chooses wisely.

And it is enough like treasures.

- He is right.
- We do not have any riches anyway.

If only he is rich enough, the
woman also likes a barbarian.

Yes it is. We stick
to the little gifts.

And when she dances, admire her body.
Praise her voice when she sings.

And when she stops, tell her
how much you regret it.

Praise all her hugs.

Praise what you enjoy and what
she has to offer at night.

If she were also more terrible than the Medusa,
she will be gentle and full of goodness

by the lover.

Here we are in the golden season,
grapes dripping with juice,

you feel the cool
of the first frost,

even in the heat of
dried-up bodies.

But if she falls ill at
the turn of the year,

Show her your care and take
care of her with your love.

Now is the moment to act,
and it will pay off.

Take care of yourself for the
curious thoughts she has.

Do everything for her
that allows her.

It's down there.

Let her see you cry often, be
glad if she offers you her mouth,

and when she drinks your
tears with burning love.

Bring her an old woman who disinfects
the bed with sulfur and eggs.

With these actions she will
see that you are serious.

Her heart will be intoxicated by happiness
and no longer knows its measure.

So we lazy the heart.

The heart is intoxicated with happiness
and no longer knows the right measure.

Cornelius.

It is revived by strong stimuli.

If she thinks you have
turned away from her,

then jealousy will awaken.

And with jealousy, love
awakens new in her.

She has to regain what
she thought she had.

And if she reproaches you
for cheating on her,

then throw yourself on the ground.
Losing the composure.

If only I were the one to
whom Harre pulled her.

In the cheek she pierced
the pointed nails.

To which she would raise her eyes, full
of tears or dark with indignation.

If I were the man without whom
she could not or would not live.

No!

He who is wise and
wise will win in love

and through my art he
achieves everything he wants.

I hate the hugs that are not
wanted by both of them.

I hate the one who gives
in, because she has to,

and without voluptuousness in
love thinks about housework.

I do not want someone to love me out
of a sense of duty or obediently.

If she moans with love, then it
must be real. And not played.

And she should tell me if I
should hurry or delay it.

And I want to see her, her
eyes completely delighted.

I want to hear her calling,
finish it, I can not anymore.

Enough, I can not anymore.

The hands will know for themselves

how to move where the pointed
arrow of love is aiming.

Believe me, it is not appropriate
to hurry to the utmost of pleasure.

Slowly, you have to delay the climax
of happiness with smart hints.

Go slowly and tenderly,

caress her skin and you
will see her eyes shine.

As if the sun shines
on moving water.

Nothing else teaches
me as lascivious love.

And I only introduce the women
into the art of being loved.

Never did the woman know how she
stood in front of Armor's arrows

and to protect the embers of lust.

Of the man, the arrow rebounds more often, and
loyalty he rarely practices to the grave.

Only rarely does the
young woman stain

if I think it right, deal
with the guilt of adultery.

But you should consider from the
outset that age comes quickly.

So that you do not
waste your time.

As long as you are in
spring, enjoy life.

Because the years go by faster
than the flowing stream.

The wave that passed
by will not return.

And not even the past hours.

Enjoy life. Time passes quickly and
will never be so beautiful again.

The day comes when you, who
today reject the beloved,

old and alone in bed.

And nobody beats on your door at night.
How quickly does your face wither.

Facts are in your skin and quickly fades
the color that made you beautiful.

Therefore do not refuse your charms to
the youth who loves you full of desire.

Even the iron wears off if you
whet it on the stone too long.

So do not wait until you
are as old as this knife.

Who believes that one could dry
out the waters of the sea?

Neither can you say to your
lover I will not let you in.

In the beginning is the
care of your body.

Beauty is a gift from the gods,
but the gods used it sparingly.

And the bigger part of you has
to suffer from this frugality.

So you have to accomplish what the
gods did not give you by other means.

There are many women of many nations
who were facing the same question,

with the help of nature found the way
to look after what made her ugly.

With herbs from Germania, the woman
can make gray hair disappear.

And if her hair is dyed, it is often
more beautiful than the real one.

But the sweetheart should never
find you with ointments or cream.

The art of making you
beautiful is a secret.

Wait out here, I'll go
and tell the mistress.

You're not supposed
to let anyone in.

Who does not dread when
he sees you so smudged?

And if the love is still so great,
at this sight it will pass.

No, sir, the mistress does
not receive anyone now.

He should only see your hair when it falls
soft and dissolved on your shoulders.

She can not receive
anyone, she is not there.

No, that's not true, I'm here!

No, not like that, I
want it softly flowing!

And do not blame your
appearance on your slaves.

I hate those who
beat and steal them,

because they can not see
themselves in the mirror.

And learn to walk as gracefully
as you would expect from a woman.

The way you walk has a lot
to do with your grace.

She can dress or reject the man.

Leave the left part of the shoulder bare
and the upper arm. That's tempting.

Especially if your skin is
as snow-white as this one.

Your sight excites me,

to cover this shoulder with kisses
until she is completely undressed.

For what hides remains
unknown, seen by no one.

But unknown beauty
never bore fruits.

My mother.

- Welcome home, sir.
- Go back to your chamber.

I said, you should go
back to your chamber!

Hide yourself, fast!

Is it you?

Forward.

Do not take revenge on him! The shame
is worse than revenge and death.

Get out of my way!

Come on, go ahead!

Cornelius, do not worry!
We did not commit a crime!

Stand still! Lay down!

Lay down! Come on, lie down!

I offer you, Priapus, help her.

Please stand by, I
beg you, Priapus.

And now I'm ashamed to go on, but
divine Venus has ordered it.

Because just what makes us blush,
is our very special pleasure.

- Let me be satisfied.
- That will take again.

- What should we do here? - Wait.
- We stand here our legs in stomach.

And now try to
recognize yourself.

Just take the posture
that suits your shapes.

The same kind is not
appropriate for everyone.

You lie on your back, because
your face is beautiful.

And you offer your shoulder, because
she is pretty and graceful.

And you with well-formed legs, show
them, to the delight of all men.

If you want to be in motion, swing
yourself on horseback and ride.

Yes, you, you ride, because
you are of small stature.

Once Andromache rode, though she
was tall, on the horse of Hector.

And the one who has beautiful
long legs and a flawless bosom,

it stretches out at the edge of the
bed and shows itself to the man.

Do not be ashamed as ugly and
barbaric to dissolve your hair,

as the women of Thessaly do.

And if you have laid out your hair,
slightly tilt your head to one side.

Whatever you do, it
serves the same purposes.

In the man the
desire to wake you.

And to make him ready for love,
this sweet play of urges.

The lust is to penetrate
the woman from every pore

and skip slowly into
the man's blood.

And talk to each other
in a gentle voice.

Exchanges whisperings,
groaning caresses.

Loving words, voluptuous gasps
show your pleasure to the beloved.

It is time, we will go in now.

Close the doors and secure them.
Come now!

At your command. You
stand at the exits.

Come now and do not
let anyone escape.

"And interrupt the flow of words
as often as you can through a kiss."

Take him! The others too!

"Why are you bothering us? I have
a right to hold my lessons here."

Take care Do not let them run away!
Block their way!

Go on, hurry! Over here!

How dare you! I am a
respected member of society!

It is true, what I showed you.
He has no sense of shame!

I swear on the child I carry.

Come on, do not pretend!

Give in, there is no
purpose in resisting.

It is your own fault.

- What are you doing here?
- The man is dangerous.

- Let me go!
- Look at the witch!

Go away!

Stand still! Stop immediately!

- She escaped. She runs away.
- Comes with.

- You already had her.
- Catch her! -At your command.

Yes, that's good. Nice press.

- I protest! Who arranged this?
- All are removed!

Who has ordered this,
you will still learn.

They have two sons.

Take care! Come on, grab it!

Forward, go on!

Come on, follow me!
She must not escape!

- Come along! After!
- That is not bearable! - Be quiet!

This is a plot against me!

There are people who denounce
me because I'm too successful!

That you take offense at my
lectures, is only an excuse.

Ovidius...

Help!

Sepora, help me!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- Did you call for help?
- Excuse me.

I had a terrible dream. I
drove through the night.

Did you sleep in the car?

Yes, I drove at night.
I'm from Rome

and I drove all the way alone.
From Rome? A coffee?

Many Thanks. Yes, please.

One should not make such a long journey
alone, especially not as a woman.

I had no choice.

- Here.
- Many Thanks.

- What's that? A parrot?
- Yes, a cockatoo.

- Shut up, phone! - Pretty bird.
- A present for my professor.

You study?

I participate in an
archaeological expedition.

They are in search of the past.

I think I've seen her
somewhere before.

That's impossible. I
never go to confession.

Very sad. I studied in
Rome, maybe we met.

Yes, your face looks
familiar too.

You know there are 80
morphological types on earth.

Thank you for the coffee.

- Did you have an accident?
- Just a breakdown, the carburetor is out.

- Should I take you home?
- That's nice. Many Thanks.

Is there room for my lilies?

Yes. Put the flowers in
the passenger seat-Ah, yes.

Your yield is plentiful.- I have
to hand in the manuscript tomorrow.

Pompeii?
The Villa of the Silver Wedding.

A very good photo.
- The photos were taken by Professor Dorbesson.

- What title will it have?
- The murals

the cities on Vesuvius.

A Roman newspaper. -Have bought
her yesterday, she wanted to read.

But, I just did not get to it.
Do you want to have her?

Many Thanks.
The latest from the capital.

Her flowers are intact.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Thanks again.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Three lilies?
- For flowers an odd number brings luck.

- Many Thanks.
- All the best.

Viktor!

Pompeii: Professor of the Sorbonne
murdered by his jealous assistant.

The photo shows Claudine Cartier,
an associate of the professor.

She became known through a
book on murals in Pompeii.

The other photo shows the mansion
where Mann found the body.

Henri Corneille, a historian, confessed
to the crime and confronted the police.

Claudine Cartier, the scientist,
subject of love and jealousy,

do not know anything about
the death of the professor.

She is currently on a return journey
to France with a Land Rover.

The professor was her and Corneille's
teacher and spiritual father.

I owe everything to him.
But I killed him.

I committed a crime
out of jealousy.

I had to eliminate the
origin of Claudine's dreams.

The professor had taken too
much place in her imagination.

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