All language subtitles for La seduzione 1973 Ornella Muti Erotico Italiano film

I didn't expect to
find the house so neat.

I did the cleaning
for your father too.

This house is too big for one person.

Your room is ready and
the bathroom's clean.

Your poor father would be
happy to know you're back.

Put your hands up. This is a robbery.

Giuseppe Lagan�.

How are you? You're
back. At long last.

How wonderful to see you.

You're insane. Playing
the robber with me.

If I weren't so level-headed, you'd be a dead
man.

That's no welcome for a friend.

Are you saying I'm
not agreeable to my friends?

You've been a
journalist in Paris for fifteen years.

How do I know that you haven't
become a criminal?

- It's a good career.
- I haven't changed.

Well. You've changed a little.

Only a few of us still look presentable.

Let me look at you. You
look like a worldly type.

And I know. I've been abroad too.

I went to Tunis for two
clays. Eight years ago.

It's not like Paris.
But they speak French.

Well. Have you come back to retire?

No. I won't stick around long.

I've come to sort out a few things.

I think I'll sell my
house. I see you're doing well.

I'm not doing too badly. And
not only on the business side.

Really?

My vocation is not to be a bachelor.

But not to be cheated on either.

You get cheated on even
if it's not your vocation.

That's more likely nowadays.

My dear, the wife... They're
either saints or whores.

And I only know St. Agata here.

Tell me about the girls.

Just the whores. Not the saints.

I only slept with Rosa. Rosetta and
Rosina after they were married.

They had refused me
before. For a question of honesty.

I never got anywhere with D'Amico.

She married a cattle-breeder in South
America.

He had a dirty meat business.

I haven't seen Rita Folazzo
anymore. But I heard...

she married an eccentric.
He's completely impotent.

The odd thing isn't that he's impotent.
But that he has seven children.

I haven't seen Mariella
Lorusso for a while.

But she had an unlucky marriage.

People say her husband's a
bastard. Are you listening to me?

Caterina. Right?

You know she's a widow?

Don't tell me you've come
back especially for her.

Let's say I've never forgotten her.

- Well?
- Well. Caterina...

I wouldn't know
whether to list her or not.

- Do you see her?
- I tried. But I got nowhere.

It's the only failure of my
career. But even Napoleon lost at Waterloo.

I tried when her husband was alive
and dead. And I wasn't the only one.

She's a saint then.

That's right.
I bet she performs miracles in bed.

Anyway. If she's not a saint. She's
clever. That's more likely.

I'd like to meet her by chance.

Don't worry. Tell me a day and
I'll set up casual meeting.

So he says to me.

"Catania is Sicily's Milan."

As if that were a compliment.

That's my point. If democracy fails.

If freedom is a right. Then...

- Excuse me...
- Calm down. Mr. Senator.

That was interesting.

- History and democratic economy.
- Tell me. I'm a cultured man.

Do you know Luisa's
husband. The Milanese man?

He boasts about
being very well-endowed.

You know the statue of
David in Florence? The nude?

He's well-endowed.

But he... Listen to this...

He even managed to... Let's
start from the beginning.

He went to renew his registration and
he was asked for his details.

Name? Agenore Brambilla.

Height? 1m. 73m. Hair? Black.

Eyes? Light blue. Sex?

Lots of it.

- Lagan�. When are you leaving?
- I don't know.

- Luisa, you know Giuseppe Lagan�?
- I don't think so.

I think I met your father. Sit down.

- How nice to see you.
- It's been so long.

I feel I'm witnessing an historical meeting

The ones you talk about: I was there.
I'm going to the bar.

Caterina. I've
thought about you so much.

- You've not changed at all.
- You've changed a lot.

Fifteen years leave
their mark on a woman.

I remembered you were
pretty. But you're really beautiful.

- Everyone's looking at us.
- I couldn't care less.

I could. I'm not a
liberated French woman.

I'm a Sicilian woman.

I apologise.
I'm so happy to see you again.

So... Will you be here long?

I don't know.

That depends on you as well.

- What do you want. Handsome?
- Nothing.

I wanted to see you away from others.

Well look, then.

But be quick. Or people will say

I'm taking advantage of
my husband's absence.

- Did you look, handsome?
- Yes... Well, no...

Luisa. I need to see you.

Alright.

Alright. We'll have a rendezvous.

What are you doing?

We can meet. But you
know what I'm like.

I don't like to feel suffocated.

When I hear talk of love, I scarper.

My husband's love is enough.
Everyone knows how well-endowed he is.

I know that too. But I'd
just be happy if when I saw you.

Instead of sticking your nose in
the air and walking right past me...

I have my strong points
too. We could compare them.

Alfredo. That's not what it's about.

You know what I think.

With other men.
I'm only friendly in bed.

Out of bed, I keep my distance.

Each person in their own place.

Luisa. I can't take it anymore.
Please.

Is that it?

Why are you kissing me?
You can't even kiss.

But, I remember you as being shy.

Think about it.

If we hadn't met
each other by chance...

I'm not here by chance.

I looked for you.

Do you have a good memory?

I remember everything about us.

But I bet you don't even
know my phone number.

Sorry. But I'm here.

We've already said everything
we needed to.

Haven't you got anything good to tell me?

I heard lots of gossip about you
in five minutes at the bar.

You come from Paris. I knew that.

You were Caterina's first platonic love.
I didn't know that.

I said platonic.

I have to go now.

- Goodbye.
- Will I see you again?

- Of course, Madam.
- Call me Luisa.

Goodbye, Luisa.

What a handsome man.

Italian charm and French nonchalance.

Is he married?

- I don't know.
- He can't be. Come on.

What do I care, anyway?

Make a
note... 28-14-15.

Yes, that's me.

Of course I was expecting it.

I'm fine. How are you?

Yes. Me too.

I want to see you.

No. Not at home now.

Well. I don't know...

Tomorrow morning?

At my house.

Very well.

How pretty. Who sent them to you?

They're beautiful... The thorns.

He's an old friend of
mine. If you must know.

We went to school together.

He's been away for a long
time and he's just come back.

Is it nice for a
lady to get flowers. mother?

I have to tell you... It
depends on the flowers.

It depends on the
man and on the woman.

Don't get dirty. For granny.

If you always send me to
grandmother's for my holidays. I'll hate them.

Come on. Don't be like that.

You haven't been to
granny's for a long time.

Look. A nice red rose for you.

If a man sends you flowers.
Does that mean he's in love?

Not necessarily. But it
means he's kind. That...

The car's here. Don't
keep them waiting. Go on.

Do I really have to stay till Sunday?

You know what? I'll
call you tomorrow night.

Saying I want you home. And
you can come right away.

- You just missed my daughter.
- We'll have to meet one day.

Thank you for the roses.
They are beautiful.

Would you like a drink?

Don't worry. We're not
doing anything wrong.

I'm happy.

Have you ever thought about me?

I've thought about you constantly.

There was one thing...

which I've never been able to forget.

It's just that...

By thinking about it so
much. I thought I'd imagined it.

Imagined what?

Do you remember that
time. At your house...

Behind that curtain.

You remember? Really?

I've never been so embarrassed.

I was trembling all over.

Because I was worried the
people next door would catch us.

But I wasn't trembling from fear.

It was your hand that
was making me tremble.

It was so nice.

I've never forgotten it because
that was my first time.

It was the only time...

that I actually felt pleasure.

So intensely.

But not because it was my first time.

Because it was you. It was you.

With women, I'm only friendly in bed.

Then I keep distance. Each
person in their own place.

In a polite way, obviously.

"Good morning, Madam. Best
regards to your husband."

Love? Go to bed with them.

But when you hear talk of
love, scarper.

Really. With all
the women you've had.

Did you have to fall in love here?

Tell me truthfully. What do you want from
her?

One thing.

It's impossible to find
someone after fifteen years.

Certain things appear to have changed

and others haven't changed at all.

It's not easy finding the
limit between the two things.

- That's philosophy, my friend.
- Stop it.

I get it. I get it. You've
gone soft in the head.

He's in love. Don
Gioacchino, he's fallen in love big time.

You'll get into trouble.

Look in here. There's
a hair bothering me...

No. Here. On my good side.

Giuseppe, making love is
like going to the barber's.

Don't worry, Don
Gioacchino. You're not my type.

You have the works
done. A haircut. A shave.

- But then. Off you go.
- You're such a joker.

I'm being serious. If
you can't see that...

Really. I offer you a night
with two gorgeous strippers.

And not only do I have to beg you.

But I almost have to apologise.

That's a bad sign.

I've paid for them.

You can't betray me like this.

I won't. I'll come, seeing as you
need me.

Need you? Let's not exaggerate.

Two women don't make an
army. A man like me can handle it.

Well, If you come you'll help me.

Very well. I'll pick you up.

Don't forget.

No. Don't forget what I told you.

Love and romanticism are outdated.

Look at young people.
They don't get serious.

- Do you have a girlfriend?
- I have five children.

Don't laugh. He's an exception.

I'm sure he's the
only young father in Italy.

What are you, a rabbit?

You know. Everyone has
their own way of loving.

What about love?

I'm stupid thinking about love.

And what way?

Giuseppe and I grew up
together. We know each other really well.

- And we're old enough to...
- Exactly. That's what I meant.

- You two. Now...
- Now nothing, Luisa.

You always start
over in these situations.

We never grow up. You know that?

And everything is pointless.

I think you're exaggerating.
After all. What's happened?

He hasn't phoned for five
days. It's no big deal.

Who's making a big deal?

I'm just angry at myself.

That's not true. He's offended you.

You're wrong. Listen...

I may be superficial, as you say.

Or a slut as my husband says.

But when I want something, I get it

and I overcome my pride.

Lucky you.

- There's a spider in my room.
- A spider?

- A big. hairy one.
- How awful.

- We have to kill it.
- I'm coming.

I'm leaving.

Don't worry. I'll
call you tomorrow.

Can you see yourself out?

- Well. Where's the spider?
- I made it up.

Why did you do that?

I wanted to get rid of her.

I should be very angry with you.

Tell me, mother. ls your friend
still sending you flowers?

Get under the covers. Come on.

It's bedtime.

He hasn't sent anymore.

Go to sleep.

Bye. Sweetie. Go to sleep.

Please. Leave the door open for me.

I swear I'll be quiet.

I absolutely have to see you.

Of course. Just for five minutes.

You know... I have something for you.

See you soon.

It's wonderful.

It's really
beautiful and thank you. But...

It belonged to my mother.

I'd like you to wear it.

It's gorgeous.

Did you go out with a woman?

With Alfredo. The one
from the jeweller's.

So with two women then.

Caterina. It's you
I've come back for.

All those years I lived without you.

Were empty for me.

I always looked for
you in other women.

I promise I'll never make you angry.

- I'll never be boring.
- I know.

Never...

You're beautiful.

- I love you.
- You're sweet. You're beautiful.

I love you.

No school today.

- Why?
- It's late. You didn't wake me up.

It's ten o'clock.
I didn't hear the alarm.

I overslept.

How nice. Did he give it to you?

- What?
- This. It's nicer than flowers.

Did you see him again?

People in Paris don't
have the time to talk.

To walk.

Only to live.

And when a tourist has seen...

Place Pigalle. The Champs Elys�es
or the Eiffel Tower.

They think they know France.

Yes, but the girls
are more beautiful.

- Who told you that?
- I know.

I've seen both ugly and pretty
girls. Here they're all pretty though.

The French are very
courteous. And you've learnt from them.

Why is your father's
painting missing?

I took it down. I don't need a
photograph to remember a dead man.

We're going next door.

- Your daughter's very nice.
- She's far too clever.

- Do you really like her?
- Yes. You can see she loves you.

- She looks out for you.
- Did you notice?

How she saved me when we
talked about the painting?

Perhaps I was foolish to take it down.

But I felt it was the
right thing to do.

Your daughter
understands. She loves you too.

This was the last article...

The days are agreeable
when you're in love.

- You're an amusing chap.
- That's just the way I am.

Want to know something very beautiful?

I'm no longer afraid
of what others think.

At long last. Good for you.

Since my daughter knows.
I don't care about the others.

I don't care.

It was there.

My father and your
father were next door smoking.

It was the first
time we'd been left alone.

And I was hiding here.
With my heart in my mouth.

Until I heard you arrive.

- What are you doing?
- Just looking at myself.

Into bed. It's late.

Why don't you and
Giuseppe stay the night?

I'd like you to. I
don't like being alone.

I thought you...

I'm fine if you are.

- Do you still love your mother?
- Of course.

That's a silly question.

- Can I go for a swim?
- Of course. But don't be late back.

Do you mind?

Graziella likes to think of
you as a father. Have you noticed?

Are you going to stay the night?

- Don't you mind?
- Not at all.

Graziella. You're unclothed.

There they are. My
goodness, what a noise.

Girls, turn the volume down.

I'll get changed and
make some coffee.

- Will you dance with me?
- Thanks, but I'm taken.

- You can go in the office.
- No. They're enjoying themselves.

Girls. Turn down the volume.

Let's put on some
more exciting music.

Here. This one.

Listen to this.

Long legs. Would you like to dance the
tango?

I don't know what
I'd do after a tango.

- Yes. Take my legs.
- What a cheek.

- What long legs you have.
- All the better to squeeze you with.

- Little girl. Don't be frightened.
- What will happen to me?

- How fit.
- What long hands you have.

- What a long tongue you have.
- All the better to eat you with.

Come here. Let me give it to you.

Why have you got
basil in your pocket?

- It's an aphrodisiac.
- You need that?

It's not for me, but for
the others. I'm generous.

The other men or women?

Women. I haven't got to men yet.

It's not worth your
while, apart from us two.

There's nothing special around.

Girls, Girls. This works on girls.

By the way, how's
your love story going?

Good.

Very good.

Things are going well.

There's danger then.

No. No danger.

You really are lucky.

Your lover has no husband. So
there aren't any shoot-outs.

You even have her
daughter's blessing...

she's dying for it...

Don't get offended. I said she's dying
for it, not that she's a slut.

Graziella is very nice girl.

I'm not saying she isn't.
Let me give you a little advice...

Listen to me. I have experience.

Don't get too serious about her.
It's risky.

What do you mean?

Let me explain...

Her husband's dead so
he won't shoot you.

But that leaves room for
you to be her husband.

That's the risk. Because only as
her husband will she cheat on you.

Let me explain better.

If your woman cheats on
her man to be with you.

That means her man's
being cheated on too.

But as she can't cheat on
you both in the same bed.

You'll both end up being faithful.

- Pirandello.
- No. It's mine.

Why didn't you answer?

You didn't call me.

Anyway, I'm reading.

- What are you reading?
- Nothing.

What is it?

Nothing.

- Where's Caterina?
- She's not here.

- What are you reading?
- Nothing.

I'm all for equal rights.

But a woman shouldn't expect me to
give my seat up if I'm there first.

What if she's pregnant?

I'll let her sit down If she's pregnant.

She could be expecting a boy.

But usually it's first
come, first served.

Let's stop this 'Ladies
first' nonsense.

And another thing...

if women enjoy making love too,

why does it have to be men
who court them. Wait for hours...

as if waiting for a favour.

If they want to, they can call
me. If not, that's too bad.

I'm not the only one who loses
out. There aren't many real men left.

Lanzafano Jeweller's.

Is that you, Alfredo? It's Luisa.

- Hello, my dear. How are you?
- How am I? Fine.

Sorry I didn't call. I've been busy.

But the maid said you
called all day yesterday.

Yes. You try calling.

I'll see if I can find some time.

Are you mad? Who wants to see you?

I called you about a ring setting.

You're right.
I'll explain later.

No. You won't.
I'll go to another jeweller.

Alright. I'll call you tomorrow.

I said don't call me anymore.

Please. Don't cry. You
know I can't stand tears.

Tears are a
manifestation of childish hysteria.

I told you I'd explain.

There's nothing to explain. You
should be in a mental hospital.

Listen... Call me back when
you've calmed down, alright?

When women get hold
of you... God forbid.

Wake up. I've brought coffee.

Wake up, darling.
Your coffee will get cold.

Come on, sleepy head.
Wake up.

I'm going to church.

Can I stay here with you for a while?

I like being here, you know.

I'm tired.

I'm going to sleep in my room.

When we were a civilised country.

Palermo and Baghdad were the
most important capitals of the world.

But then Baghdad
evolved and we got left behind.

We can only have one wife here.
And often things don't work out.

And you can't say she's
faulty and exchange her.

But there, you can exchange
her for a better one.

You can even have five or six wives.

There's a second-hand
market. You go along and buy one.

An average wife costs
the same as a Fiat 500.

And they're good on the road.

If they play up, you can say:
"Go straight to bed with no dinner."

They're headstrong people.

Well, yes. I'm
happy. Can't you tell?

You look like an
advert for passionate love.

And he looks like a romantic
hero who's been devoured by passion.

At least this
relationship is doing you good.

You look great. But him...

Look at him. Have a look.

He's a physical wreck.

I'm going outside.

But we're playing cards.

- That doesn't matter.
- Stay. I'll come and get you later.

What would rather I do?

That you stay.

I was telling Caterina that
you look a bit rough.

I've heard it said that women
like a bit of rough.

What a charming man.

Who is it?

- I left my keys and lighter.
- mother's gone to play cards.

- You know when she'll be back?
- No. But she's not been gone long.

Do you mind me being here?

Lift them up.

You men are all dirty swine.

Can I help you?

What do you mean
that we're all swine?

Why. Isn't that true?

- Not all of us. It depends.
- All of you.

- Come here.
- No.

Would you pass me the magazines?

Here.

- Sit down.
- No. I have to finish.

Have a rest. Then start again.

I've had enough.

- Do you want it?
- No. Let's read it together.

I'll hold it.

Turn the page.

- Have you read it?

Do you want to read another one?

What do you want?

Who taught you how to kiss like that?

Have you done this before?

Who with?

- With a friend.
- How old is he?

Twenty.

- But it was different with him.
- How?

I like it more with you.

Do you still see him?

I haven't wanted to
see him since I met you.

And did you do what we did?

Yes. But I like it more with you.

It's more natural with you.

I think about doing
something and I do it.

Let's do it again.

I don't care about the
concert. If you're not coming.

I'll come if you prefer.

Don't blackmail him. Poor man.

- Who's blackmailing him?
- You have to have interests.

Very well. I'll go. See you later.

Well done. You're
free for the afternoon.

So what if I'm
free. If she's not around?

If I get my hands on him...

It was hot
yesterday. Today it's cooler.

- Here's your
ice-cream. - You look horrible.

What's that growth under your nose?

- How can you kiss women?
- I wanted one like yours.

I'm always copied.

A moustache is good.

But only big enough to
let women feel the hairs.

Your lip has to be free.

Because a woman has
the right to feel flesh.

I thought it was so simple.

But seeing it's so tricky.
I'll shave it off tomorrow.

Yes. You shave it off.

- I can't do anything right.
- They're just children.

Come here.

This is a very
important friend of mine.

He's been with the
best women in Europe.

He spent fifteen years in
Paris, Pigalle, Montmartre...

the Latin Quarter.
It goes by that name

because that's where you
meet the world's Latin lovers.

He's got a good reputation overseas.

He's not a loser like you.

Sit down and have a drink with us.

We we're talking about...

- Women.
- Actually, it was about you.

But first we talked about psychology.

Women's psychology.

About why women that
you've slept with.

Ignore you when you
meet them in the street.

There... You see that bird?

Don't turn around.

I've slept with her fifteen times.

- How many times?
- Forty times.

Now look. She walks past
me as if we've never met.

Ungrateful woman.

It doesn't matter
though. I'm not bothered.

If you leave me. You lose me.

Careful. If someone who knows
her hears you, you'll get a slap.

Only my barber can slap me.

And even he took precautions

by asking for written consent.

Go ahead and laugh. You
know me well enough.

Giuseppe, you look distant.

Don't look. That girl's over there.

Shit. She looks nice.

Lucky is the man who'll marry her.

I hope he knows what he's doing.

Listen. Tell me something.

Are you following her or
is she following you?

It's a touchy subject.

I upset him, didn't I?

Do you know Mimi?

- Nice to meet you.
- I thought you'd be at the concert.

- No. I didn't say I'd go.
- I thought you did.

I'm going home. I have to study.

- I'll take you.
- Yes. But you're not coming up.

Is that your boyfriend?

- Is he your fianc�?
- No. He's not my fianc�.

- But is he the one...
- Yes. He's handsome, isn't he?

He wanted to come up, but
I didn't want him to.

He left right away.

You didn't want him to what?

Shall we go up?

Here I am.

I was having an ice-cream
with Mimi, and we met.

- How was the concert?
- Magnificent.

You know... I was thinking.

What about?

If I tell you, will
you think I'm being foolish?

Tell me.

Well. It's as if...

I've never been unfaithful to you.

Yes, because...

...it's as if nothing's
happened in all these years.

I was waiting for you.

You're not being foolish.

I don't deserve you, Caterina.

Stroke my hair.

I thought you'd changed your mind.

It was nothing.

It was the wind.

It's your mother.

Go away.

Let me explain.

I don't want any
explanations. Leave this house.

Caterina. It's not what you think.

Go away.

I want you to go.

I want to kill you. I
want to rip you apart.

Let me speak.

You don't know what
happened. Don't jump to conclusions.

Please don't let
this spoil things for us.

You disgust me.

You disgust me.

Why?

I feel like I'm going mad.

I feel so mad.

Graziella is my daughter.

I love you...

- What am I going to do now?
- Calm down.

Stop.

Don't be like this.

I believed in our love.

I believed in us.

I really loved you. Do you understand?

I really loved you. And...

And I still feel that way now.

But I also feel
hate, disgust and shame.

But... I still feel that way.

Because it doesn't just
vanish.

I still feel that way.

I also feel...

What will it be like

when it'll all be over.

When the confusion will be over?

It'll be terrible.

- I'll go away.
- It'll be terrible.

But I need your forgiveness first.

You're the only one I want.

No. Not like this.

It's not so simple.

You think you can
fix everything with that?

You fill me with you and
everything's alright?

I just know that I love you.

You don't understand. You
men just don't understand.

You don't get it.

It can't be fixed like this.

Love... What love? Made of what?

No. You think with that.

You reason with
that. It's your banner.

But it's not so simple.

It's not so simple.

We had...

We had something different, understand?

And I'm not making it up.

It's not only me that
feels it. You do too.

So do you. We...

I may sound old-fashioned
talking of faith and trust.

But they exist. And without
them nothing else matters.

Nothing else
matters. Do you understand?

But that's my problem.

I have to deal with that.

But not Graziella.

Not Graziella.

Graziella's a child. Do you understand?

Graziella's my daughter.
And you... And I...

I want to die.

You didn't cheat on
me with another woman.

You cheated on me with my daughter.

She's still a child.
Don't you see that?

She's a child. She doesn't
understand. She doesn't know...

Because once you know. You suffer.

And I know how. Don't you understand?

She's still a child.
There's still time for her.

- Calm down.
- She's a child.

Graziella is a child.
There's time for her.

There's time.

It's late. You're
not going to school.

I know.

You're leaving today.

- Me?
- You're going to your grandmother's.

You'll stay there till I
find a good boarding school.

I need to go to the toilet.

I'm not going to boarding school.

Nor to grandmother's.

I promise I'll be
good. But don't send me away.

Graziella. Listen...

Do you realise what you've done?

Yes. I won't do it again.

- I can't trust you.
- Trust Giuseppe then.

This isn't about Giuseppe.

Giuseppe won't set
foot in here again.

We're talking about
what you did to me.

- Do you understand?
- You're hurting me.

I didn't mean to.

Graziella. Listen.

Listen to me.

Graziella. I don't
want to punish you.

That's not what I want.

But what happened is really serious.

Very serious.

If your father were here...

If my father were
here, Giuseppe wouldn't be.

That's true. You're right.

I've done everything wrong.

But I'll make amends.

Now. I'll defend myself
and I'll defend you too.

Even if I have to suffer.

Even if I'll be left on my own.

Even if I have to send you away.

Giuseppe won't let you send me away.

Giuseppe will do as I say.

He won't. If you're nasty
to me, he'll defend me.

I'm hungry. Can I
make myself a cup of coffee?

You don't need defending
from me, but from him.

Mother, why don't you tell me the truth?

What do you mean by the truth?

You're right to be angry with
us because of what we did.

But if we now
promise not to do it again...

Graziella. Listen, darling.

I'm not angry. I'm saddened.

And not just for what you think.

You see. I have to think for you.

Even if it seems I'm being nasty.

Mother, listen. I...

I swear I'm sorry. I don't
want to hurt you anymore.

I won't everything to go
back to how it was.

What do mean by "how it was"?

I mean...

How it was. When...

When nothing happened.

Nothing can go back to how it was.

Everything always leaves its mark.

Always.

So what happened between
us can't be forgotten.

No. That has to be forgotten.

Giuseppe has to come back here then.

Why? How dare you? Why
are you saying that?

Because if you send me
away, he'll come after me.

And if you send him
away, I'll go after him.

But if we stay here, I
promise nothing will happen.

- I don't want promises.
- What do you want?

I want you to look me in the eyes.

I'm looking at you.

Very well.

Very well, Graziella.

I'll trust you.

And him?

And him.

He can decide what he wants.

Would you like some coffee?

Graziella doesn't love me. It
was a game and I went along with it.

With what we have.

Do you really
think it's so important?

A game? You talk as if it's a game?

I just know that
I've always loved you.

But this will separate us.

If we can't overcome this. We'd
better not see each other again.

You can't bring this up every time.

Control yourself, Giuseppe.

- Look at yourself.
- Nothing else counts, don't you see?

There's no point in
trusting a man and a young girl.

What do you mean?

I... I don't trust myself.

I accept it, understand?
This isn't about trust.

I accept it.

You're right. Let's
go our separate ways.

Whatever will be, will be.
I don't want to lose my mind.

I'm telling you that
mother knows I come here.

- That's not true.
- It is.

She knows you come
here when she's out.

And she also knows that
I know she knows.

Why do you say that?

- It's true. She's a sad woman.
- Don't say that.

Do you still love her?

I still love her.

Do you love me?

I don't want you to sleep
with her as well.

- You must only sleep with me.
- You don't understand.

It was when the
newspaper had sent me to Korea.

I stayed there a year.

But the most
interesting work I've done

was a report in Africa.

About Guinea.

- We can talk, can't we?
- Of course.

Why don't you talk about what
you did last night? It would be amusing.

Anything would be more amusing
than being here.

And seeing that you're
not enjoying yourself.

She speaks for herself.

Sorry, Giuseppe. I didn't mean it.

I was joking.

Shall we go to the pictures?

No, I'm busy.

- And you should study.
- Don't act like the good father.

Why don't you tell her as well
that you're going to enjoy yourself?

- When will you come back?
- I'll call you.

Stupid.

No... I mean..
I know there's tension.

But you know what Caterina's like.

And quite rightly, perhaps

But Caterina doesn't
trust me with her secrets.

But I trust you, Luisa.

I need a favour.

Someone else has to
talk to her. Not me.

Don't worry. I'll help you.

Here...

Caterina and I can't go on like this.

The situation is
unbearable. I no longer care.

Good. That's the way to be.

But things have become complicated.

And for all the thought I've
given it. Believe me...

I have to end it.

But. You see, Luisa...

That's precisely what Caterina...

refuses to understand. She
thinks I don't love her anymore.

Damn you, Giuseppe.
Why didn't you stay in Paris?

No matter. I'm on your side.

I can try talking to Caterina...

but who will talk to you know who?

I'm not involved. I don't
know what's going on...

...and I couldn't care less.
- You shouldn't care.

- Finding out from others isn't nice.
- Leave me alone.

I can accept orgies, triangles,
and wife-swapping.

But getting a young girl
involved. Playing both fields.

That I won't accept. It's dishonest.

Alfredo. Listen to me.

I love Caterina. Even if
it doesn't seem like that.

That doesn't make it alright for
anyone to interfere. Not even you.

I'm not some
playboy for you to judge.

It's my business.

Forget it.

Yes, of course. I'm better
off without either of them.

Perhaps I should leave.

What good would that do?

What I really don't get

is how a man with your experience.

A Sicilian man like you,
who's travelled the world,

can get involved in
something like this.

Yes, I know. I realise that.

But travelling the world I've
lost the good sense of this country.

And once the game had
started. It was too late.

Graziella won't be
hurt. She doesn't love me.

But there's one thing I am
certain of. I love Caterina.

But she'll never understand that
what happened means nothing to me.

I don't feel guilty. I'm
not able to feel guilty.

Alright. I deserve to suffer.

It serves me
right. But not Graziella.

Caterina, think about
it. Graziella is a child.

Childrens play games. But
they don't suffer.

That's what you say.
But they do suffer, and how they suffer.

And Graziella is no longer
a child, thanks to you.

What do you want me to do?

I just don't want you
to be unkind to her.

Don't be unkind to Graziella.

Am I unkind to you?

I don't matter, anymore.

It's no longer about me.

I've lost everything, you see.

I've lost your love.
I've lost my daughter's respect.

And quite rightly.

But you haven't lost
everything. You're wrong.

You can get it all back.

You're tired of me. And
I've let her down.

But the hardest thing to
accept is that I've let myself down.

That's hard to accept.

I was wrong. Don't blame yourself.

Don't try to make me feel better.

Save me that, at least.

I can't explain.

Giuseppe, I want one thing from you.

Just one. I've already told
you. Be kind to Graziella.

Don't be nasty to
her. You mustn't be.

Try to see her occasionally.

Let her see you still love her...

...but in the right way.
- You're wrong.

A clean break would be
the correct thing to do.

And what's correct?

How dare you say that to me.

You're telling me what's correct?

- This will never end.
- It's already ended for you.

You take me to an island. To
lecture me and give me advice.

To get rid of me. You got rid of me.

Good. You were very good.

You realise what you've
done? You've treated me like a dog.

Caterina. I'm sorry.

I thought you came to talk
about Graziella, not about you.

Didn't Graziella come?

She might come later.

- Are you going to have a swim?
- I don't feel like it.

I don't feel like it either then.

Can I stay here with you?

Of course.

What if Graziella sees us here alone?

So what if she sees us alone?

Isn't she jealous?
Yes. She's jealous.

Why should she be?
Why do you say that?

There's no point in lying to me.

Graziella tells me everything.

I know about everything you do.

Down to the last detail. Can
I get changed in your cabin?

Can I use your towels?

Why don't you give me a hand?

Are you mad?

He only did it to make me
jealous. You cretin.

You're nothing to
him. He was just playing.

So was I. I couldn't care less.

I just wanted to try it.

You don't care that he used
to sleep with your mother.

What's my mother got to do with
it? Giuseppe's mine now.

He's mine.

That's what she says.

She waves her arms and
shouts. "Giuseppe is mine."

And what did you say?

What could I say?

Graziella is behaving like a child.

Darling. What's wrong?

Don't be like that. Tell me.

Talk to me. Tell me.

What's wrong?

I've got nothing to say to you.

Talk to me. Please try.

Don't be like this.

He... He's sleeping with...

With?

With Rosina.

With Rosina?

But he doesn't love her. I know.

- Now...
- And he doesn't love me either.

He loves you. He told me.

Don't think about
him. We have to forget him.

You're older. You can get him back.

You're older. You know what to do.

- You have to do it for me.
- What do you want me to do, darling?

Bring him back.

What can I do?