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THE DEVIL

I liked the train noise
carrying me away.

From my old provincial town,
my office, my friends,

towards the northern countries.
Towards Sweden.

It was the first time I went abroad

also the first time
leaving my wife for a long trip.

It was an ugly game of mine,
all because of a stupid phrase

my wife had read the night
before in a guidebook

I had bought.

The girls don't ask
who you are...

how old you are,
if you have a wife and kids...

will not ask you stupid questions.

She will take your hand...

She will take you to her room,
She will lit two candles...

You will look into the silent
eyes...

and in that deep
and mysterious look...

You will understand that
you've never been a happy man.

Overnight,
while sleeping

the train had passed through Switzerland,
Germany and part of Denmark.

Everything had changed.
The landscape, language,

even the faces of men.

They were Swedes.

What did they say about
them in the tourist guide?

They are good, taciturn,
extremely shy.

If you look at them,
they will blush.

Do not ask questions about
their wives.

You're a foreigner, and you
know that you can't understand them.

But if you want to know the secret
of that country,

get close to a woman.
For her you're not a foreigner.

For her, you're just a man.

She will take your hand,
she will take you to her room...

She will lit two candles...

May I?

Do you speak Italian?

May I?

You will look into her eyes in silence...

in that deep and mysterious look...

You understand that before...

Thank You.

The compartments were empty...

travelers missing...

Where was I?

The train was inside
of a ship.

The wagons were fixed
with large chains.

I realized then that I was
on the ferry...

that went from the coast of Denmark
to Sweden.

Hamlet's castle.

"To be or not to be"
in italian "to be or not to be"

that is the question.
Die and how to sleep.

Sleep, perhaps to dream.

But what dreams can have
being dead?"

Hamlet's castle.
Freezing cold now, ma'am.

I don't want to catch cold
I'll go back inside.

No waiters here, ha?

- And what is this?
- Reindeer meat.

Filling for me.

And what is this?

Do you like that?

- You're not Italian.
- No, I'm German.

But I have studied at university in
Turin.

Bravo, you speak good Italian.

- Are you here on business?
- No, I'm going to Stockholm...

to receive the Nobel prize.

Then I have the fortune to
travel with a great personality.

Maybe not so much in the
field of nuclear physics.

Didn't you tell me that you have won
the Nobel prize?

Not yet.

Here are all eh, Professor.

- Excuse me, your name...
- Mayer.

- Jew?
- Yes.

Nice to meet you.
My name Ferretti. Amedeo Ferretti.

Delighted.
Excuse me, are you a journalist?

No, I trade in furs.
I'm going to Stockholm.

- May I?
- Please, sit down.

Sorry, teacher,
what have you done before this trip?

I am very interested in Sweden.

Why?
Any particular reason?

Of course. The first
is that I love peace.

And this country wasn't in war
for 150 years.

And the second?

I've always had a soft spot
for Swedish women.

The relationship with them is very nice,
because...

perhaps they are the only women
that have achieved

a true equality with men.

And all this without losing
their femininity.

Look.

Who are they?
Are they Swedish?

What a beautiful...
Wonderful.

What are they looking for?

- Perhaps for a free table.
- But it's all free.

They are sitting there,
with those two?

No, but they are young
and prefer to be in company.

They have asked for salt.
They are causing.

- They have taken the initiative.
- They do nothing. Not a look.

Why aren't they sitting here?

Don't think about it.
Order a bottle of bourbon.

Gladly, Professor.
It's on me.

How I love this country,
teacher!

A beautiful woman, your wife.

On this picture she's 18.
Now, she's 35.

But she hasn't changed.
She's always same.

She may change.
But what does it matter?

When we age in company

we are not aware of the
everyday change,

Also you will always be
young for your wife.

I know, for my wife, yes.
But for the others?

Who cares about the others?

Dear Professor,
the other are...

establishing our age.

And frankly, I don't know
how old am I.

Would you like a confession
from me?

I have never betrayed my wife.

And as a good Italian,
you are ashamed, right?

Look, there's someone
interested in you.

Look at me!

Make a toast.

Professor, I'm not used to this,
It has never happened to me.

- What should I do?
- Nothing.

You simply showed her
a sign of sympathy.

A good-looking girl showing
immediately this sympathy...

to a stranger,
it's beautiful.

- Have you seen how much spontaneity?
- Yes, teacher!

How I love this clarity, this frank mode,
open, loyal to communicate.

But how? First me
and then him?

But it's freedom,
huh, Professor?

This is my site.

Getting undressed?

Toothache.

Better?

Toothache.

"C'est Terrible, madame."
I can't take it anymore.

I low in the first season.

It was so well here with you,
with the kids...

There's nobody here.

Listen, for a bit.
Chico!

Toothache.
Terrible. A doctor.

Good afternoon, "ma'am".
You come from Italy?

Yes, father. I'm Italian.
And my tooth really hurts.

What does he say?

Oh, what fun.

I think you are the first Italian
coming to this town.

Now tell me, sir,
what do you think about our people?

Wonderful, father.
But the tooth hurts me so much...

It's driving me crazy.
It needs to be removed.

Poor thing.
I'll help you. Come on.

- And what do you think about the council?
- First the tooth, father.

In our country, there is a great club,
achieved through socialism

so to speak, discreet.

But for some time,
new generations...

have, more or less, lost faith.

And churches are fully
deserted.

It is a paradise where God
is unknown.

It has already healed.

My wife wants to know if you want
a cup of tea.

A country without God...

But tell me, father,

is it true that even here
women have left the church?

Yes, like the man.

Therefore they have lost the sense
of guilt and sin

that woman has always been
a brake relationships.

My wife says that
experiencing love

is no longer
considered in our country

to be guilt.

This philosophy,
on the other hand, I share,

has it brought corruption?

I am convinced that the first
cause of corruption is poverty

and necessity.
And here, fortunately it

was released from these two
terrible plagues.

- In which way?
- With the work.

Here many girls become independent
very young.

Live alone and work,
are totally independent.

As men.

They are the friends of my daughter,
they have come to see you.

Me?

Yes, they are curious.
They have never seen an Italian.

Hello, girls.

What does she say?

Too bad you have
blue eyes.

Sorry.

- What does she want?
- She wants you to sing a song.

Sorry, little girls,
but I can't sing.

What nice girls.

But how do you explain, father,
this North women interest

...for Italians? - Perhaps they
hope to find something in them

...they have lost.
- What?

Feeling, warmth, passion.

They say such nonsense
on this subject, father.

Is it true that on Stockholm station
girls wait trains...

from the south
to meet Italians?

- You are going to Stockholm...
- Yes, father.

Then you will realize
personally.

Sorry, no doorman, huh?

A man,
"The man, the porter"...

- Good.
- Yes, sir.

No... I'm asking for a keeper because
I have to ask a personal question.

Ask me.

I don't know the laws
of this country...

I am alone.
I have a double bed...

Is it allowed to bring a woman
in the room?

If you offer a cup
tea to a lady,

You can do it freely
in your room.

Ah, can I do it?
Day and night?

- Yes.
- All Right. Infinite thanks.

- What is the medallion?
- The Tree of Life.

What do you mean?
Isn't the life beautiful?

Very nice, thank you.

After seeing Stockholm,
I was advised to visit a cafe

frequented by immigrants from the south.

According to this information,
many Swedish girls

frequented the bar to
meet Italians.

- Mama was writing to me.
- Mama?

- Have you come to eat or just
for a coffee? - Where are Italian?

Sit there.

Do you live alone?

Got home in Stockholm?

I live in hotel.
Are you coming with me to the hotel?

How old are you?

Thirteen?

Goodbye, dear.
Go home.

You measure 1,80,
How I'm supposed to know?

Here come the cops...

If there wasn't
the language problem,

maybe that wouldn't happen.

But I regretted immediately
for having renounced the occasion.

Who was that girl?
What did she want from me?

If they were so free,
why do scruples?

Do you understand a little Italian?

Yes, I speak a little Italian
English and Spanish.

- What's your name?
- Eva. And you?

- How old are you?
- 17.

And you?

...Forty-two.

Are you married?

- Are you married?
- Yup.

- I'm married.
- And divorced?

In Italy there is no divorce.

Can I ask you a question?

Is it allowed for a married
and not so young man

to ask a girl to keep him
a little company?

I am alone in Stockholm.

Can we...
go to have a drink?

Where?

I don't know...
Wherever you prefer.

In the bar of my hotel.

Or maybe...

I do not know... in my room.

In your room?

No ulterior motives.

Why? You don't believe me?

I don't think at this time you
have ulterior motives...

but when we're in your room
you will have some desire.

I'm not a kid.

All Right. OK.

Shall we, Eva?

824.

Thank You.

Pass.

What a lovely bed.

Isn't it too big
for a single person?

But not for two.

- Why are you laughing?
- I work there.

- In skyscraper?
- Yes, I work with the machine.

You can sit.

- You want to take off your boots?
- Oh yeah.

- You also have cold feet, huh.
- Who has them too? Your wife?

I'm so hot.
Can I take off my jacket?

- Also my shoes too.
- Yes, take off everything.

Everything off?

You want to drink something?

You like it?

- Do you live with your parents?
- No, I live alone.

- Completely free?
- Completely.

Don't you ever suffer from loneliness?

No, I'don't.

Beautiful!

You have a boyfriend?

Yes, few of them.

Is one of them special?

Do you want to
sleep with me?

With you?

I don't speak of these things.

Why?
Are you religious?

Religios? I don't understand.

- Are you going to church?
- No.

- Never?
- Never.

Then you... are not afraid to
go to hell?

Nobody talks about that.

But for you, after death,
what happens?

Nothing.

- Nothing?
- I don't know.

Can I have a cigarette?

Yes, excuse me.

But, what do you believe in?

I believe in the sun, the trees...

...in man.

- In man?
- Yes. I love men.

- Well, it is better this way.
- Really?

No, when you say "Skoll"
Look at me deep in the eyes.

How beautiful you are...

Give me a kiss, please.

What do you have here?

It's nothing.
The war.

A war wound.
I have another. Bigger!

I'll show you.

It's terrible.
Where did you get it?

In Albania.

He had never known a man
who had been in war.

- I am the first?
- Yes, the first one.

Did you kill someone?

Don't ask, please.

- I want to know.
- No, no... I never talk about it.

- Not even with my wife.
- Tell me, please.

Yes. A Greek.

Are you sure?

- Are you sure?
- Sure.

I killed him.

- Poor thing.
- The Greek?

Both of you.

I have to go.
Sorry.

Don't go...

Don't be afraid of me.

Stay just a minute more.
Please.

Can I see you tomorrow?

- Tomorrow I'm busy.
- It is impossible? - Yes.

Then we will not see
each other anymore.

Look, I'll be there tomorrow.
And I can see me from your window.

And you shall remember.
What do you think of me?

You were here.

Treasury... I'm sorry you leave.

Beautiful!

Beautiful and dear!

Handsome and nice love.

Do you understand?

What a beautiful evening.

They brought me hot chocolate.

With lit candle.

I didn't understand what happened.

Who were these angels
with candles on their heads?

Later I learned that it was
a pagan dance.

It was the December 13,
the shortest day of the year.

One come to light in a country where...

for six months
lives in darkness.

What do you know?
Come with me and be silent.

But what do you do?
I expect a call from Italy!

Are we agreed to the
black mink? No offer.

Let them do all the
Americans, okay?

- Are all agree.
- Did the Belgian, German, Spanish?

OK,
black mink, any offer.

Yes, yes... has joined with Russian
and has fooled us all.

Is that you, sir?
A formidable business.

9000 black mink.
First selection.

120, sir.
How did I do?

It has helped a Russian.

Thank you, sir.
Regards to your lady.

Oh and if you do not mind,
call mine.

Ah, excuse me sir,
I met a Jewish scientist

He has given me an invitation
for the Nobel ceremony.

It would be a shame to give up.

It would be a unique occasion.
Also tomorrow is Sunday.

Thank you, sir.
Delay only 24 hours back.

Warn my wife,
bye and thanks.

Yes ma'am, I'm Italian.

- Journalist?
- No, I'm not an intellectual,

...Fur trade, ma'am.
- I've seen yawning.

I apologize, but...

I know it is a manifestation
important, but

I can't follow because
I don't know the language.

- Are you alone in Stockholm?
- Terribly alone.

So many people...
Many single women.

I know, ma'am, but it is
very difficult to find a person

to communicate with.

You are the first
woman I spoke.

Hotel Continental.
Room 824.

My name is Amedeo Ferretti.

- I'll call you. - At any time.
I am always awake.

Who?

We met at the Nobel ceremony.

Have you forgotten my name?

Ma'am, I didn't expect
your call.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing. I'm drinking whiskey alone.

- Alone?
- Like a dog.

Poor thing.

Why don't you come here?
Come, please.

- To your hotel?
- Come straight to my room.

- 824.
- No, Amedeo, you come here.

- At your place?
- Yes, write the address.

Yes, right away.

Tell me the address.

Good evening.

Take off your coat.

- Come on up.
- Up?

- Who are they?
- Friends. Suba.

Ferretti. Nice to meet you.

I come, I'll introduce you to my husband.

Your husband?

Ferretti, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
My wife and I are very fond of Italy.

Infinite thanks.
But I don't want to bother.

No, no.
Dear, give him something to drink.

- Would you like a drink?
- Infinite thanks, ma'am.

Excuse me.

- My friend Greta.
- Ferretti.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Meanwhile, have a drink.

Here I am.

You got me in an embarrassing
situation, ma'am.

It's embarrassing for me too.
But I wanted to see you.

Your husband asked
why I'm here.

Certainly. At this time
he asks many things.

What do you think, does he know
that we kissed?

Maybe, but he didn't ask
neither you nor me.

You behave strange.

What would your wife think?

I don't think my wife
has kissed other men.

Are you sure?

Why asking about my wife?

Let's dance.

Do you love your wife?

Yes, very much.

Italians often say they
are unhappy with their wives.

Sometimes they are unfaithful.

I like you.

- Are you laughing?
- Yes.

- There's only one problem.
- What?

We haven't slept
together.

Does he know that you cheats on him?

He knows that I am faithful
in all circumstances.

Except one.

For me it is the most important.

You give too much importance
to these things.

- I would not tighten.
- Oh, so he is jealous.

No, he's lovely, intelligent,
and not at all selfish.

We are linked in ways
maybe you don't understand.

Stay with us tonight.
Don't go.

- To sleep?
- Yes, stay for the night.

Tomorrow we will spend
the day together.

Now let's drink.

Why?

We drink a lot,
and we don't like to be watched.

Your husband. Look.

He's always laughing.

Many thanks.
I'm fine here...

A pity that my wife
is not here with us...

I'm sure you would like her.

- Watch her in swimsuit.
- Wonderful.

The Italian woman always
has these big hips, and low.

On the picture.

Imagine she was called
for a beauty contest.

But I forbade it.

Why?

Because it seemed a bit strange
to appear so naked in public.

Would you let your wife to do it?

My wife fully settled
naked in front of a photographer.

She did it for pleasure or necessity?

No, she didn't do it for money.

She had a little sympathy
for the young photographer.

And you have allowed your wife
cultivate that sympathy?

Why do I prevent it?
We're in love very much,

we are bound by deep
feelings,

but that doesn't prevent nor her
nor me to preserve our full freedom.

Very generous of you.

Where are the limits
this freedom,

of freedom that
grants its ma'am?

No limits.

Preventing collect daily
small joys that life offers.

That's what I like about you.

This great confidence in life.

This ability to enjoy it
Minute by minute,

without limits or moral prejudices.

Sorry, but all right what
depends on your mindset?

The fact that we are not
religious.

Therefore, we are deeply
convinced that...

lost everything is lost
forever,

and that any useless sacrifice

will remain useless
because in any case...

never be rewarded
in the afterlife.

Because you do not believe
in the afterlife.

Thanks, but I'm a guest
of the lady.

Very fast,
whe have to go to bed.

You wanna take another whiskey?

It may be better to go to bed.

- Come on.
- Please.

- Forgot your pajamas.
- Ah, thanks. A complete set of wool.

- Don't.
- Why? Please.

- There are other guests there.
- Close the door.

- There's my husband.
- Listen: He agrees.

Don't say that. Not so.
Please don't...

This is children's room.

How beautiful! Come over.

Did I offend you? Sorry.

Where are you going?

I didn't understand your behavior.

- No matter, go to sleep.
- Can I wait until tomorrow?

That. Very well. Let's hope tomorrow.

Good night.

Beautiful!
Heck if're beautiful!

It was Sunday morning.
At that time my wife was going to Mass

with her mother and the children.

Regardless of you,
I have decided to leave my wife,

...What do you say?
- It's something for life.

...You should think.
- But I start, I must decide.

- What should I do?
- Talk to your husband

and tell me something before I leave.
I should know.

- Does she speak Italian?
- Yes.

Also do you understand French?

I don't know German.

But who is she?

- Well, I'll talk to him.
- I'm going. Where are you going?

I'm going to the hospital,
have to do an operation.

Dear Ferretti, goodbye.

So long,
doctor, do good work.

See you in the afternoon.
Have fun.

- Will you speak to him?
- Yes.

- Again...
- Wait here. He will accompany my wife.

I'll be back in a few minutes.
Wait for me.

And remember, today, you
will be around for me.

How are you?

Sorry, are you coming with me?

With you?
I don't know.

- You need company.
- Sorry, but I don't.

- I wait for someone.
- Patience.

Patience?
Are you a student?

No, work.

- Where did you learn Italian?
- Evening study.

How come so smart and cute girl
is alone?

In the afternoon I might see
a guy.

So if you want we can
wait together.

- A cigarette?
- No.

You wanna take a hot coffee?

Here at the club.

It's nice here, it's hot.

What are you doing?
Shall we sit? Come.

- What's your name?
- Karina.

The guy you expect,
is it your boyfriend?

But you have a boyfriend...

And who was the one who kissed last night?

- Then you're fooling around.
- It happens...

You're beautiful.

When I was a kid, I used to come
here to play with my friends.

Shall we play?

Come, I'll push you.

- No, we will greet a friend of mine.
- Your friend?

- It's called Ingmar.
- Who is it?

My little friend. I always
come here and I will greet him.

But what you do,
you talk to a bird?

Whose is this little piggy?

Beautiful.

Beautiful!

What are you doing?

Beautiful!

Don't be afraid of me.

- Come.
- Where?

- Where are we going?
- I don't know how to say it in Italian.

- We undressed.
- Completely?

Wait for me!

Nature is beautiful!

- But he is naked.
- Yes.

I had been to a nudist colony.

A group of pioneers who fought
for the emancipation of clothing.

In a country that for me,
little Italian provinces,

I was already very emancipated.

Get some rest.
Where is your cabin?

Wait!

- Is it your cabin?
- Come.

Are we alone?

What is it? Sauna?

How beautiful!

What tremendous heat.
How many degrees are?

- 70 degrees.
- How hot.

I can not breathe.
I'm going to faint.

It is so beautiful.

How nice.

It is hell.

They are going?

- OK. Come on.
- Let's go.

Come, come.

Karina, are we gonna also run
naked in the snow?

What heat!

- Did I faint?
- Yes.

What a shame.
For how long?

Only few minutes.

Come closer to me.

Did you come back to dress?

- What is it?
- Cognac.

Thank you, dear.

Dear, are we staying here
all night?

No, you're already dressed.
They wait for you in the club.

One kiss?

A kiss means nothing.

All right.

Hello.

Sorry, wait here.

I've had an incident.

Sorry to have kept you waiting,
ma'am, but...

I couldn't find the street,
I got lost.

No matter.
It's easy to get lost here.

Welcome back, Doctor.

- Sorry.
- Don't worry, those are things that happen.

- Do you leave it?
- No, still our guest.

Where are we going?

We'll do one thing and
drive to the lake.

- It's nice.
- All right. And what about me?

Go with Karina and
I'll go with my husband.

Shall I see you later?

Where'd they go?
What about me?

Who is it?
What?

May I come with you?

Thank You. You're very friendly.

What language speak?
Do you speak English ...?

Nothing. All right...

Where are we going?

At "Vals", to dance?

I don't have fun because
I don't understand what they do.

Fuck ...!

But hey, what the fuck,
on a frozen lake?

I still don't understand.

Yes, laugh.

I don't like this game.

No, I don't.
Too risky, dear.

Can you see?
Now who is it?

Here comes another one.

Who is it?
I care! I care!

Hopefully.

I feel that we can't
communicate.

National ones.
A strong cigarette.

But who are you?

What do you say?

"Life is now
like this"

Bonito.

I'm beginning to understand
the meaning of those looks.

The value of things
left unsaid.

The pleasure of silence.

We were on the lake.

Our car was suspended
on a fragile ice.

But I had no fear.

It was a happy man.

What is it?
It tears?

We are going to the bottom!
We are sinking!

We are sinking. The door doesn't
open. What do we do?

"Benta"?
What does that mean?

Aren't we going to move?

And aren't you afraid?

But shall we be saved?

We were so well together.

If we get through this...

shall we be together all night?

Anna mine...

What do we do?
We leave together?

You first.

Don't abandon me!

I liked the train noise
I wore my old town,

my office, my friends,
with my wife...

If you look, you will smile...

If the sockets of the hand,
I will continue...

If you love, you will be pleasing.

But they will never be yours,
because they are angels...

and you're the devil.

Alberto Sordi thank women
who have worked on this film

gently revealing all
sweet secrets of their mysterious

personality.
Long live women!

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