All language subtitles for A Quiet Place in the Country - Elio Petri 1969 [XviD - Ita].ENG

A QUIET PLACE IN THE COUNTRY

The city is full of nice surprises.

I found a brand new TV set.
Look, you can use it underwater.

An electric toothbrush,
a transistor fridge,

an electric blade sharpener.

An erotic electric magnet.

An electric coffee maker.

An electric shoe polisher.

And an electric garbage disposal unit.

And an electric tooth rinser.

And a small car to drive around in
from one room to another.

Happy?

Come.

It's a pity; we had everything.
Almost everything. It's a real pity.

Don't forget the happening at 6.

What an awful look
you're giving me!

I dreamt you were killing me.

- Jealousy.
- No, sadism.

- Did the police get me?
- I don't know, you woke me up.

Don't forget the happening at 6!

Who knows who's been killed today.

- Are you finally going to work?
- Just remember to give me some money.

- Only ten thousand, today.
- Twenty.

Fifteen.

- Thirty.
- Twenty.

Ten.

Don't forget the happening at 6!

- Hello? - Is this Leonardo
Ferri, the painter? - Yes.

I'm calling on behalf of the
Artists for Orphans Association.

We'd like to ask you for a contribution,
maybe one of your paintings?

- How do I know this isn't a scam?
- Would you like to meet some of the orphans?

Hello?
Are you still there, Mr. Ferri?

Hi!

Please, I'd like: Le Monde, Rinascita,
Le Nouvel Observateur, l'Espresso,

L'Astrolabio, Quindici,
Paragone, l'Osservatore Romano.

Sexy Man, Bisex, Volsex.

Come here.

"Baby, don't cry. Dry your tears."

- "It's my virginity's fault."
- "Keep your virginity."

"No, take it. It's the cause
of all my misfortunes."

"I want your body to burn
like my desire."

"Tonight will last forever..."

"Arturo, wear me out."

- "Hit me."
- "Nick shook the woman holding her leg."

"Where's Elga? Where is she?"

"Robert, quench my thirst.
Use me! I'm thirsty!"

"I'm on fire. Quick, put it out!"

"You dirty bitch, are you a virgin or not?
Tell me!"

"Nick desperately shouts."

- It might be important.
- Don't go.

Hello?

Nobody.

I can't go on like this,
I'm feeling sick!

- Why, what is it now?
- I don't know what's happening to me.

I must get out of here.
I can't bear it any longer.

I must get away from here.

If the phone bothers you,
we can remove it.

I must get away from Milan.

It's an ideal place for an artist.

There! There! Stop right here!

This is the place I told you about.
I'd like to see this one first.

Excuse me, Leonardo, we're already late.

Count Zabatero is waiting for us.
Leonardo!

Please.

He's your best collector;
you'll offend him.

Don't make him wait.

Driver, go on.

Leonardo, my friend, believe me,
Count Zabatero's villa

is the most peaceful place
where you can work in Veneto.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Flavia! - How are you, Michelangelo?
- Great. I'm so delighted! - You're looking good!

- Hello, Count Zabatero. How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

Don't tell me this isn't the countryside!

Tiepolo worked here - what more could you ask for?
There's even a surprise!

Leonardo Ferri, 1962.
Very, very cheap.

Admit it, you were cheap at that time.

Giovan Battista Tiepolo, 1743: priceless.
Like you now.

My "Big Tiepolo"! Now you have
no excuse: you'll have to work.

You know Flavia, I've believed in him
from the beginning and I've never regretted it.

- That's right. Always buy young artists' works.
- Young horses are the ones who win, right?

Leonardo, have a drink.

- I'm going to introduce you.
- This is the Count's wine.

Leonardo Ferri, my friends
have been looking forward to meeting you.

You're lucky; he'll stay with us
for at least three months.

Yes, but remember: Leonardo is staying here
because he wants to work and be alone for a while.

I really believe this period
of peace will help him.

He should also take a little exercise,
like cutting wood.

We are holding this retrospective
to make you feel at home,

to help you get your drive back,
but we can remove it, if you wish.

- Why do you buy my paintings?
- Because I like them,

and because they're a good investment.

Right, thanks.

I'm sorry, I feel like throwing up.
I need some fresh air.

Wait a moment...

Is there anyone here?

The shots came from the airplanes.

What are you doing here?
No, don't tell me. I already know.

I hold the keys. I'm Attilio
Bressan, the administrator.

I'm looking for a quiet place
in the country.

Only death is quieter than this.

Believe me, I was born here
and I've been living here for 50 years.

- Is it for rent? - It's been on sale
for a long time, but nobody wants it.

Maybe they're willing to rent it now.
Do you know the Corniata family from Padova?

- No.
- They are the current owners.

- Maybe they're willing to rent it.
- Thanks. - Maybe.

Flavia, I need that house.

- I've never heard that someone would need
a Venetian villa in order to work. - I want it.

It's a bad investment;
everybody says so.

I don't give a damn about your investments.
Don't you understand?

I don't live to speculate.
I don't invest in the stock market.

I'll never be a millionaire.
If it doesn't suit you, go back to your husband.

If what you're saying is true,
why do you ask so much for your paintings?

I'm forced to follow the rules of the market.
I have to abide by them. I can't change them.

You're one of the most popular
painters right now. We have to protect you,

and help you to defend your interests.

Your investments, too;
even against your will, as always.

My dear Leonardo, if during the night
you think of a way of killing me,

you won't be able to create anything
during the day. Come to bed.

I haven't been able to finish one painting
in the last three months.

Come to mommy, come.

I'll buy you the house, even though
I don't know where we'll get the money.

What matters is that you work
and that you're happy.

Can I help you?

Mr. Ferri, what are you doing?

Let go of me!

Let go of my leg!

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

- Goodnight, Egle.
- Goodnight.

Egle?

Egle, it's me. Open the door.

- Didn't you hear anything?
- No.

That's my little brother;
he was keeping me company.

Go ahead. Go upstairs.

- Did you do this?
- No, we've been in bed the whole time.

- Are these yours? - No. They weren't
there when I cleaned up earlier.

- Did you put them here?
- No, I don't know where they came from.

You're afraid, aren't you?

Me too.

I haven't been to that villa
for 25 years.

We were young, happy
and we liked to have fun with other people.

When I see it now,
I feel old and done in.

- Do you believe in ghosts?
- Sure I do.

Shakespeare says that there are
more mysteries between heaven and earth

than those that the human mind
can conceive of.

I believe in ghosts
as I believe I'm here right now.

Besides, you know that the girl
died right there at the villa, don't you?

- What girl?
- The little Countess.

During the war there was
a shooting.

The marks are still there,
I guess you saw them.

The little Countess
died right then.

How beautiful she was!

Holy Mary, what memories!

Hey!

Hey!

Leonardo!

Get down!

- Your mommy's here!
- Here I am!

You're making my head spin!

How are you?

You were right:
it's a nice place for working.

- Who is he?
- He's with me.

He'll conduct a photo session
with you and the villa.

OK for the house,
but not the paintings.

We have to prepare the advertising campaign
for the new season.

Take pictures of the house only.

Come.

He always hated advertising.

Leonardo, look at all these beautiful things
that I brought for you.

I don't want you to live like a savage.
OK, follow me.

No, the fridge goes in the corner.

- The dish washer here, please.
- How organized!

A few supplies, in case you want to eat at home,
so you won't have to interrupt your work.

Leonardo, where are you going?

Come here!

Stop it!
Mr. Ferri, what are you doing?

Give me the film!

- Leonardo, what are you doing? Leave him alone!
- He's a friend!

Why are you behaving like this? It's bad for you!
This is for your advertisement!

- You over-reacted.
- It was just his job.

He was taking pictures of my paintings.

Come with me, please.

- I didn't think it would end like this.
- I'm sorry.

My love, my love!
I want you to be happy.

Happy.

- Are you happy? - No.
- Why? - I don't know.

- So, are you happy? - I think so.
- Why? - I don't know.

- Do you want to be happy?
- I don't think...

- Yes or no?
- How should I know?

- Yes or no?
- It depends.

Tell me why you screamed
a while ago.

- Screamed?
- Yes, just a moment ago, while...

Who knows?

- Where are you going?
- To work.

There. 22 paintings, which means
10 thousand points.

If you finish them before the summer,
you will have no worries for a whole year.

Nice plan, isn't it?

- What do I get?
- I'll write it down.

There, I hope it's enough.

It's an estimate, based on the average
between the markets in Milan and New York.

Don't make large paintings:
they won't fit in the galleries.

What doesn't fit in a gallery
cannot be sold.

Flavia!

Pull me up.

Don't move.

Look out! It could collapse again,
move back.

It's weird; I felt someone
grabbing my feet

and pulling me down while the floor
was collapsing.

- Do you want something to drink?
- Yes, a little water.

I don't understand; it collapsed
for no apparent reason.

As if it wished to hurt me
on purpose.

Don't go to Milan, sleep here.

No, I never liked this house,

and my dislike seems
to have been repaid, don't you think?

I'm sorry.

Do you need anything from Milan?

Something to read.

Egle, tonight you can eat alone.

You and your little brother.
I'm going to eat in town.

- Egle?
- At your orders.

Have you ever heard about a girl
who died here during the war?

No, Sir. I was born in '47,
but I can ask around if you want.

It happened during the summer of '44.
An English airplane flew by and started shooting.

She was there
and was killed on the spot.

- Was she beautiful? - Every man in town
had lost his head over her.

- Even the priest.
- What was her name?

- I think... Wanda.
- Wanda.

May I introduce you to my wife?

Mr. Paglia, the attorney.
Mrs. Borsatto, Mayor Coletti,

my nephew, Mr. Borsatto,
and Mrs. Coletti.

Would you like to sit with us?

- You said Wanda?
- Wanda Valier.

- Did you know her?
- She came from Venice, like me.

She always came here,
and not only on vacation.

- How old was she?
- 17.

- Was she beautiful?
- Gorgeous. Gorgeous.

Like me, at that time.
Well, not exactly like her...

But she gave herself to everybody.

Do you know the butcher? After that event,
the pain made him stay inside his house for 2 years.

- Sure, he was her fianc�!
- Fianc� my eye!

At that time he was a good-looking guy,
and she was having fun with him.

Could you imagine that a Countess
would get engaged to a butcher?

Dear Professor,
Countess or not, she was a nymphomaniac.

Right, when she's a Countess,
they call her a nymphomaniac.

- Right!
- It's easy being sarcastic, dear Sir.

Wanda was a beautiful creature
and that's that!

Goodnight to everybody.

Wanda was really a beautiful creature...
she was a slut!

- And he knows that!
- Come on, Maria! - You, shut up!

Why are you so interested
in this story?

- A stupid story that doesn't interest anyone.
- On the contrary, everybody seems interested.

- Someone is still jealous!
- I don't understand, after so many years...

- I can't stand them. Are you in a hurry?
- No, I was looking for you.

Men who are now between 40 and 50 years old
all tried to get her into bed.

It was her mother's fault, actually.
She harassed her all the time.

"You're beautiful, gorgeous."
I think it was a form of fetishism.

It's a murky story;
she was a pervert.

It would make a great story for a French novel.
One day, I'll write it.

D'Annunzio.
It's D'Annunzio's spirit.

There's a very renowned medium
in town.

Mr. Piva, the surveyor. Tonight,
he's summoning D'Annunzio's spirit.

These are remarkable experiences,
will you come too?

- No, I can't.
- It won't take long.

- We'll summon Wanda.
- Some other time.

Wanda, it's you, isn't it?

You don't want me here, in your house?

Is it Flavia that you don't want, then?

Why?

You want to be alone with me?

Is this the reason why
you want to kill her?

Wanda?

- So? - You put the flowers
at the base of the wall, didn't you?

- I don't understand. - I live in the house
where Wanda died.

Does this remind you of anything at all?

If a looney hangs some flowers
on her wall, what's that to me?

I have no time to lose.

- What's going on?
- Nothing, nothing.

Nothing, why?

- Who is he?
- I don't know. He was looking for something.

What is it?

- I'm sorry I answered like that.
- It doesn't matter.

I have a family now.
Your question reminded me of an old story.

- I'd like to talk to you about it.
- No...

- Let's go for a drive.
- Just a few minutes, OK?

- Was she beautiful?
- Unbelievable.

Very, very hot. I've never met
another girl like her.

I always have her pictures with me.
Did you know she was a noblewoman?

This made everything seem
even more special to me. I was still a young boy...

How did it all begin?

Nobody's ever believed me.

It began during the summer.
I was walking on a country road...

just like this one.
The war was raging.

I heard a car coming.
There were very few cars then.

She used to take it
without telling her mother,

and drive around the country
at unusual hours.

She kept on driving and driving...
Later, I learned the reason why.

That day, while I was walking,
I heard a car coming up from behind.

I couldn't imagine that
it would be the little Countess...

but it was, Wanda.

- I opened the car door and I saw...
- What?

She was completely naked.
- Wonderful.

From that day on, we met up all the time
and we did it anywhere.

At her house, in the fields, at my house,
in the car, during the day, at night.

We were crazy,
just like in a novel.

- Did she have any other lovers?
- Why are you asking?

Just tell me.

- Bressan.
- Attilio, the administrator.

Yes, him.

- Who else?
- There were so many...

The owner of the tool shop,
my little brother,

a Private from Calabria,
a German Corporal.

- I didn't care.
- Why?

I was crazy for her,
just crazy.

But she's been the most beautiful thing
that ever happened to me.

- Where's her family now? - Only her mother
is still alive: she lives in Venice...

unless she went crazy
or she died too.

What do you want?

- Is Mrs. Valier home?
- Countess Valier.

- Who are you?
- A journalist. I'd like to talk to...

Who is it? Show yourself!

What's your name?

- Introduce yourself.
- Leonardo Ferri.

Why are you interested
in this poor old lady?

Come. What do you want to know?

I'm a journalist. I'm writing a
report on the Venetian nobility.

Don't say anything.
You're a nice young fellow.

Sit down, please.

- Would you like something to drink?
- No, thank you.

A long time ago the farmers
used to bring it to me,

but not any more. Now I live on charity.
They've stolen everything from me.

- This is your daughter, isn't it?
- Yes.

How beautiful she is! I'm sure she was extraordinary -
everybody's still talking about her.

- They still are, aren't they?
- Can I see more pictures?

How I wish you had met her!

Help me, I can't even walk any more.

Look, everything I have
regarding Wanda is here.

Look: judge for yourself.

When she was 15, she was already
a complete woman, even her mind.

She loved people and simplicity.
She went to the country everytime she could.

She had friends even among
the humblest boys,

so people started to spread rumors,
but she didn't care.

Believe me, she was
above everything, everything.

Open that box.

No, wait.

I'm a poor lonely woman,
please stay and keep me company.

Are you afraid of me?

Don't go away, please. Stay with me.

Stay. Let's keep each other company.

- You're going to kill them.
- Better dead, but red.

I don't agree; it's a big waste.

I'll clean everything, don't worry.
I like them this way.

Here's your receipts.

Out of curiosity, why red?

- What would you rather have?
- I... white.

- I'll paint one white for you.
- Don't waste your time, thanks.

- Are you crazy?
- Why did you run away, yesterday?

What do you want?

I know you brought these here!

I'm sorry, I didn't want to offend you.

I confess: it was me.

Sometimes, I come here
and bring some flowers.

What's wrong with that?

Right. Why all the mystery, then?

I don't want anybody in town to know.

They talk and soil everything,
you understand?

I know you spoke with the butcher,
earlier today.

Now you know everything about the little Countess.
There have been rumors for 20 years.

I don't know anything; they just
told me she died here.

In my arms.
Right in my arms, Mr. Leonardo.

I can't forget it.

Mr. Ferri, wait!

Wanda liked this place.

She loved the countryside.

She made me come here... three times,
even four times!

Always! Every day!

- And she was 17.
- When did she start?

When she was 14,
with her teacher.

He had been married for only 3 weeks.

Wanda used to come from Venice
on purpose.

To stay with me, on purpose.

The house was empty, all for us.

How many things we did!

She was younger than me,
but she taught me everything.

Where did you make love?

In the house or in the fields?

No, she didn't like to do it outside.

I remember there was a small room
around here...

- With a little window.
- Where is it?

Maybe it's this one.

No, it's not this one.
I can't remember.

Lets' find it - try to remember!

Here! Yes, it's here!

She liked this hole.
Who knows why!

How nice - it seems like a den!

Here, on the ground.

She was weird;
she liked unusual things.

But you... haven't you noticed?

Look.

Now come to the other side, come on!

- Who came here?
- I wouldn't swear on it...

but I think it was her mother.

- And you knew nothing about it?
- I didn't.

But Wanda did.

The floor became soft
when I was with her,

the room became bigger,
and time flew by me without noticing.

- How did she die?
- How did she die?

I want to tell you something
that nobody knows:

that day I had
no rendez-vous with Wanda.

I came here looking for her, because I had
the feeling she was trying to escape from me.

I was very jealous;
it was driving me mad.

I started coming here regularly
and standing behind the mirror.

I used to wait for hours
and observe.

That day, she came here
with a German soldier.

I knew she used to betray me,
but looking at her and hearing her...

right there, watching them...
I lost my mind.

Wanda helped me to clean
everything up.

Later, we took him outside
and buried him in the field.

She didn't seem too affected
by what had happened.

Then... I remember
she was waiting by that wall.

Calm, indifferent to everything.

Innocent.
And she was combing her hair.

Then I heard an airplane. I turned around
and it started shooting.

Her hair was so long!

So soft!

Everything was my fault.

Today Wanda would be 40.

That's why I bring her some flowers.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm making your bed.

Leave it, it doesn't matter.

Leonardo?

Leonardo?

Help me! Have mercy!

- What were you looking for? - I was hoping
I'd find you with another woman.

- Why were you hoping so? - So that
I could be mad at someone definite.

Otherwise I don't know who the enemy is,
I don't understand.

I don't know how to defend myself.

There's nothing to understand.

Nothing. There's nothing to explain.

What am I doing wrong?
Am I too ambitious?

Am I too eager to make money?

Who is she?

A girl that died in this house.

You're right to be ambitious.
You're my positive side.

Which means realistic.
Which is negative.

But you are the normal person.

What do you do all day long,
since you don't spend much time working?

Who's the bitch you're betraying me with?

- Are you going to introduce me to her?
- You're wrong. I don't care about anything any more.

I even stopped painting.

The others should paint:
children, old people.

Everybody else.
Everybody should paint.

Canvasses and paints should be free
for everybody.

One hour a day.

What are you thinking about, now?

Everything I do annoys you.

Do you want to leave me?

Listen...

I'll do everything you want.

I want you to be happy. I can sell
everything and come here to live with you.

Maybe I've made a mistake,
but I love you.

- Tonight we'll have some guests.
- Who?

People from the town;
they're all a little crazy.

- First we'll have dinner, and you'll be able
to get acquainted with them, and then... - Then what?

A surprise, you'll see.
We'll have some fun.

I'm cold.

I'll run a bath for you.

Help me! Help me, Leonardo!
Help me!

Flavia!

Mr. Ferri,
what happened?

Why are these things happening to me?
It seems like they happen on purpose!

What are you saying?
Egle and I are the only people in the house.

Unfortunately, the villa is old.
It's crumbling down.

- Is it necessary to have those people
here, tonight? - No.

But you'll like it, in the end.

- Your paintings are really interesting.
- Thank goodness!

I think I see the expression
of an artist's crisis.

- An asshole's crisis, Miss.
- Mr. Ferri!

- Is it true that you're going to invoke
Wanda's spirit? - Yes.

- That's not right. I'm leaving.
- Yes, yes.

- Mr. Ferri, convince her to stay.
- No, I'm going to bed.

- Wait. Stay at least until the s�ance.
- I'm tired.

- Look at the medium and his weird face.
- What's that tool?

Sometimes the spirit manifests
itself by sound.

This put-on is promising;
they know what they're doing!

So, are we going to start?

Let's sit around the table.
Everyone bring his chair.

Thank you.

- Did he convince you?
- Yes.

- What is it? - Plasticine, in case
the spirit wants to mark it.

- Has it happened before?
- Anything can happen during a s�ance.

Put your hands on the table
and form a chain.

Touch your fingers, like me.

The lights, please...

- My God, the spirit!
- It's just a draught.

- Silence, please.
- The usual bullshit.

There's something strange in the air
tonight. Something's going to happen.

- Turn off the light.
- I'm sorry.

Now, please,

don't ask the subject any personal questions
regarding life, nor death.

- What would happen?
- Nobody knows, Madam.

- We would get the truth.
- Don't ask useless questions.

From now on,
don't break the chain.

Wanda, many of us met you when you
were alive, and they still remember you.

We are convened here
to get in touch with your spirit.

Give us a sign of your presence.

Wanda, give us a sign.

- Did anybody break the chain?
- Shut up.

Spirit, give us a sign.

Wanda, if it's you, strike twice.

Who's Wanda?

- There she is. - If only!
- Shut up, you pig!

Wanda, is there anything
you wish to explain?

Speak to us.

What's happening?

Something's fallen on the table,
turn on the light.

A half-minute break.

- There are some scissors!
- What does it mean?

Disappointment, death.

- They're turned towards Attilio.
- Don't be silly!

Quick, let's start again.
We already have some results.

Form a chain, please.

The light.

Wanda, what did you want to tell us?

Do you want us to stop?

Is anybody here not to your liking?

She said yes.

- Doimo, she's thinking of you.
- You are the one who used to slander her.

- Quit it!
- Stop it.

Wanda, please, tell us
who's not to your liking,

using the table.

One... which means "A".

- She said: "A" and "T".
- Attilio.

Enough! You're a bunch of clowns!
You arranged everything!

But I won't take it!

Even though it happened many years ago,
this is not something to laugh about!

- We experienced a phenomenon;
it's been an interesting night. - Clowns!

Let's put the table back in the middle.
Quick, the spirit wants to leave!

Leonardo, calm down, it's a trick!
You are over-reacting!

- He couldn't take the joke.
- Sit down and form the chain again.

- Form the chain.
- Turn off the light, please.

Let's try to re-establish the contact;
let's concentrate.

Wanda, would you give us another sign?

Would you...

Someone unzipped my dress!

Someone unzipped my dress!

Wanda, are you still there?

- My chair is moving!
- If you're leaving...

give us one last sign.

She's fallen!

- Help me!
- Quick, turn on the light!

Get out! Someone tried
to strangle me! Get out!

- Get out of here!
- Calm down, Madam.

Get out of here!

Take him away!
He tried to kill her!

Get out! All of you!

Easy, easy.

Let me see.

Why?

She doesn't want you!
She doesn't want you!

She doesn't want you!

- Where?
- We buried him there.

Then we walked back
towards the house.

I remember that she went ahead
and stopped by the wall.

Indifferent to what had happened
because of her.

Wanda hadn't been hit,

I was glad, because I would have the chance
to kill her with my own hands.

Flavia is not here.
Why are you looking for her here?

Come with me.

- There's nothing inside.
- I know.

Flavia is in Milan.

Poor guy.

Are you all right, dear?
Are you hurt?

- Leonardo, you worked well.
- What did you bring me?

No, sit down.

- I brought you Playboy, Playboy Man.
- Nothing else?

And Supersexy, Sexyboy, Bang,
Gong, Isabella,

Marrons glac�s and Cioccolata.

OK, take them.

Don't be greedy.

Not this one.

This one.

You promised you'd make
50 more by the end of the month.

I'm taking these ones.
Bye, Leonardo.

Snoopy?

He's never worked so well before.

I think so, too.

Let's go, Snoopy. Jump in.

Be nice.

It's beautiful here;
I almost envy him.

Subtitles by talpaleone and lordretsudo