Original subtitles

Hello?

Aunt Clara, this is Edoardo.

Todo, how are you?

Fine.

Is Silvia there?

No, she's outside.

Ah, well, it doesn't matter.

No, no, I'll just tell her I'll wait for her for dinner.

Thank you.

Edoardo?

Ah, Silvia!

Were you enchanted?

I was still before you ran away.

I didn't run away, and you know that.

I'm sorry I'm late, but I couldn't free myself before.

Men?

What men?

I had business to do.

Have you already ordered?

I was waiting for you.

What would you like?

As usual.

Peas with almonds and Cantonese rice.

Fine.

For two.

Anyway, thank you for coming.

Well, I'm always your wife, right?

Then you could come back home.

Don't cry, Dodo.

I've already told you.

For now, it's not possible.

If I insisted on seeing you, it's because there's something new.

Oh, really?

And what is it?

I have a house to offer you.

All for us.

Ah, really?

What house?

The apartment above my father's.

It's his, but I decided to ask him as an heirloom.

Why this decision?

I did it for you.

For me?

In what sense?

So it won't be necessary to live with my father anymore.

What does your father have to do with it?

I know you can't suffer it.

On the contrary, your father fascinates me.

Ever since I was his student at university.

You're the one who can't stand him.

So you want to tell me why you left?

Oh, Dodo, why do you make me repeat the same things?

I needed to be alone.

To reflect.

To understand what's happening to me.

Don't insist, please.

It's not really the case.

If you have another one, tell me.

It's not for the house.

Don't worry.

We need something.

No, Silvia.

Excuse me.

Silvia.

Even if the house isn't the most important thing,

I'll still ask my father for the apartment.

Even if I didn't run away?

Do as you please.

Let's make love, Dodo.

Here, now.

Oh, my God, Silvia.

And how?

With your eyes.

Like the first time.

Look at me.

Do you like it?

It drives me crazy.

It's like the back of an angry cat.

And then?

What else does it make you think of?

The crest of a rooster.

Give me one more thing.

The beak of an elm.

A brush.

A living rooster.

Yes, a living rooster.

Touch it if you want.

I prefer to look.

But now I have to go.

Do you want me to go with you?

Good morning, Fausta.

Has my father already woken up?

What else?

What do you mean, what else?

I know what I want to say.

I'm sorry to have to explain myself, please.

It's too complicated.

Let it go.

In short, Fausta, can you tell me what's wrong with my father this morning?

Bring him breakfast today.

Then, when I come in to poke his ass, instead

of going out, stay in the room and watch.

Watch what?

Where does he try to put his hands on me?

How does he want me to touch him?

What does he want me to do to him?

Well?

What do you mean, well?

He doesn't understand.

No.

I don't understand.

He does everything so that my hands end up there.

Do you understand now?

Oh, is that so?

Yes, that's right.

And you're not capable of putting up with it.

I tried, but it's like talking to the wall.

If you want to quit, I'll look for someone else to take care of him.

No, no, I don't want to leave.

I just wanted you to know.

Why?

Just like that.

Just to let him know.

All right.

Let's talk about it another time.

Be careful, I have the syringe in my hand.

But promise me not to say anything to your father.

If you say so.

Not at all, you know.

But he's a great man.

I wouldn't want him to be upset.

He's just a little shy.

Maybe from his point of view, he's right.

And if it's to please him, I... How kind of you.

Not at all.

His father pays me triple the normal rate.

It must be because you have a light hand.

Of course not.

Fairy hand.

But it's clear that I don't feel anything for him.

Especially for what he cares about me.

He just wants that thing and that's it.

All right.

I won't tell him anything.

Oh, please, don't go before I come with the syringe.

Come in.

Hi, dad.

He did it.

Who?

The cat.

He did it on purpose.

A bird for ten minutes.

How persistent.

Who did you do it for?

The cat or the bird?

The bird.

My son.

I think it's obvious.

Do you feel good?

Of course.

It's Easter.

Today, maybe they'll put me straight.

So I can try to stand up.

Pass me the yogurt.

When Fausta comes, I'm already ready for the injection.

And with Silvia, how's it going?

Pretty good.

I think.

I saw her yesterday.

We also talked about you.

About me?

Oh, there.

And what for?

The apartment on the top floor.

I told her I would have asked her as an heir.

And you?

Well, she seemed to agree.

I'm pleased.

To tell you the whole truth, I never understood why she left.

Neither did I.

Even if I think it was for the house.

The house?

Yes.

I'm convinced she wanted one of her own.

Ours.

It's not for you, Dad.

It's... A completely legitimate desire.

Very feminine.

I understand her very well.

Tell her that the apartment is yours.

In fact, yours.

Thank you, Dad.

And that, moreover, the notary office is begging for the death of the notary.

Just put it in place.

Permission.

Well, don't you go to university today?

I have class later.

Do you want Mr. Edoardo to leave?

And why?

My son?

He's not a stranger.

Easy, dear.

He's delicate.

But the hand doesn't hurt you, does it, Professor?

Come on, Professor.

Turn around now.

Hello?

Dad, a certain Patricia.

Ah, yes.

I'm here.

Hello.

Good.

Today, perhaps, I'll go back on foot.

All right.

Almost on foot.

Is Fausta there?

The nurse?

No, what are you saying?

My son is there, too.

Yes.

Stay calm.

Let's bet.

You come and I'll...

You come and I'll show you.

All right.

I'll put my hand on the... I'll put my hand on the fire.

The fire!...

It goes... It goes without saying.

It goes without saying.

Unidos aqui mali presse.

All those who think so.

Sou vivre, ma partez!

Hello,ND quelle baptisée.

Hi, husband.

Damn shame!

The roller is broken again.

You're right, it's always in vain.

It's not true, are we?

The day you and your father died, he certainly would have been unleheld.

By the way, how is Mr. Alberto?

Quite well, thank you.

An exceptional man.

A fibre like you can't find anymore.

Excuse me, I'm a little late.

Oh, please, say hello to him.

Of course, and thank you again.

But the literary and voyeuristic scene, par excellence, is the one described by

Herodotus, and then shot by Gide in the Roi Candol, in which the queen takes off

espied by the king's favourite, who in turn

espies the favourite who espies the queen.

Here we even have a voyeuristic situation in the cube.

A case of scopophilia, how to say, in the carambola.

Excuse me, Professor, in Italian, voyeur means guardone?

It means a man who looks.

And scopophilia, what does it mean?

The desire to look?

It means the pleasure of looking.

It gives examples, but I could mention many others.

It derives from my conviction that voyeurism, or scopophilia if you prefer,

is an important component of literature and narrative, as

well, but this is more obvious, of cinema and photography.

In this way, in fact, the artist does not only make us spectators of something

secret, intimate, hidden, forbidden, but also makes us, in a certain sense,

accomplices of a project of knowledge that we could define iversivo.

The project, that is, to express also what society normally represses, assuming in

the area of the representative what, due to hypocrisy, fear, ignorance,

is often excluded from it and yet constitutes an immense part of real life.

That is to say, sex in its extreme, undefended nudity, in its existential,

carnal, corporeal moment, as it clearly appears in the poem of Malarmé,

Une negresse parle de mon séque, which I would like to submit to your reflection.

Does anyone want to distribute, please?

We will continue tomorrow.

In the meantime, read it.

It's a hard poem.

Can you give me a pass, professor?

Where do you have to go?

Home.

So?

Can you give it to me?

Yes, of course.

Get in.

Where do you live?

Oh my God, I was about to smash it.

There is no danger.

You are too soft to do it.

Where do you live?

Longotefere della Vittoria.

It was a good lesson, professor.

At least you liked it.

I'm afraid the others didn't.

How come I've never seen you before?

Because I come to the university out of curiosity.

Curiosity of what?

Of the professors.

Where are you from?

From Africa.

Really?

I thought you were from Sweden.

Africa is big.

Guess.

Senegal?

No.

Mali?

Not even.

Congo.

Well done, professor.

I'm from Masaire.

And my name is Edoardo.

Not professor.

Dodo for friends.

Dodo?

How funny.

And you?

Pascalsi.

I understood it from the lesson.

You know you don't like to talk.

To tell you the truth, in the classroom I was the one who was surprised by you.

What's so special about this poem?

It's a great example for literary purposes.

The defamation attempt is obvious.

The black girl and the girl make a 69.

Do you know what it is?

Of course I know.

And instead she has it three times.

Consider that a 69 is between two women.

One is an adult and the other a child.

One is black and the other is white.

And in this leg where the victim lies, the

wind is a little black or green on the screen.

Before, on the pillow, there is this strange

mouth, pale and pink, like a brown shell.

Here is the evasive project I was talking about in class.

But the army does not only assist us to something intimate and private,

but even private in private.

The pale and pink shell.

But you, do you look alone or what do you do?

What a mess.

What do I do?

In some cases, there is little to do.

You are forced to look at it.

Thank you.

Now I can go on foot.

My house is beyond the bridge.

Wait, maybe I can still do something.

Cross the river, for example.

I can do it.

Voilà, I live there.

So, let's say goodbye.

And what is this for?

To capture the things that interested my gaze.

Would you like to capture me?

Yes, of course, why not?

Wait, not here.

At home.

Ciao, I'm here.

I'm not Jesuina, my name is Arianna.

Can you take a picture of me?

One more time.

They are the children of your mother.

Would you like to take a picture of me like the black woman of Mallarmé?

Well, you would need at least a white girl.

Don't you have children?

Excuse me?

Are you married?

Yes, of course, why are you asking?

So curious.

Anyway, no, we don't have children.

Are you in love with your wife?

I was, since she left.

I'm sorry.

Was she beautiful?

Beautiful, very beautiful, more beautiful than you.

Is that why you say that?

I know, I know.

Unfortunately, since I've been living in Rome, she has put on makeup.

Why unfortunately?

Attracts the eyes.

That's why I like it.

My wife had seen it too.

You

are very photogenic and narcissistic.

Do you like them?

Tony made them for me in English.

He says that as a model I inspire him.

You see.

Congratulations, the apartment is yours.

No, mine.

A gift from dad.

You have to be very rich or want a great good.

One or the other.

The minister is in charge, he governs and I live.

So, how do you want me to put on?

I don't know, you decide.

As far as I can see, you know how to do it.

You don't say anything?

You have a haircut.

I'm so natural, I've never had your hair.

Like a sea shell.

I didn't notice anything yesterday.

What?

Here the white women have a button that I don't have.

The clitoris?

Infibulation.

But it's a beard.

They are more than yours.

The virginity, the modesty, the fidelity.

Do you like to look at the truth?

It's up to you to look.

We are made for each other.

Hi Sonny.

I introduce you to Dodo.

He is my professor of French literature.

Nice to meet you.

My real name is Eduardo.

You were doing a lesson, I presume.

Yes, of course.

We were reviewing his literary theories.

I took some photos.

Did he pay you at least?

No, Tony.

Not professional photos.

Simple polaroids.

Look.

I don't care.

Look, I tell you.

You are a stupid black bitch.

Did you hear that?

For jealousy, he becomes a racist.

Excuse me, Pascassi, but I'm afraid I have to go.

Yes, fuck off.

Are you crazy?

Look.

Are you angry?

Don't provoke me, Pascassi.

I don't like it when he gets angry.

He is my personal photographer.

I keep him because he is my photographer.

Are you jealous?

He is not my photographer.

He is just a lawyer.

Do you know what he told me?

That... I would like to see him make love.

A black bitch...

with a white beard.

Send him away, Pascassi.

Send him away.

He will be your slave.

Hello?

Aunt Clara, excuse me.

It's still me, Edoardo.

Did you come back, Silvia?

Unfortunately, no.

I'm sorry.

Did she tell you where she was going?

Really, no.

She never tells me.

Do you want to leave a message?

No, no, it doesn't matter.

Thank you anyway.

I'll call you back tomorrow.

Excuse me for the disturbance.

Where the fuck will she be?

At this hour?

So?

Does she like it this way?

Widen her legs.

Didn't you see her enough?

No, to see her well means to see her open.

But how do I do with the book in my hand?

Out of the way!

What do you want me to bring you from the book?

Is it ever possible, professor, that you must always have it hard?

What do you want to do with it?

A university professor has a lot of time to think and think, think again.

Where does the thought end?

Here.

Good, so I like it.

She likes them all.

Do you think she doesn't know?

Shut up, damn it!

Do you want me to get wet?

Shut up!

Now the cigarette.

She knows she shouldn't, professor.

The doctor forbade her to smoke.

Here.

Hold it there.

Moisten it well.

Now, the hair.

Now, the hair.

Oh God!

Touch me a little.

These weren't the facts.

How much do I pay for 20 injections?

30.

30!

Take them in your hand.

Make it clear I'm doing this to please you.

Of course, just to please you.

It was like this.

That's good.

What a big shit you have, professor.

Tell me the truth, who has the biggest one?

I do.

What do I know?

I've never seen his son's one.

I would have sworn.

What are you waiting for?

Then he complains that his wife leaves him.

Slowly he slows down.

Oh God, Fausta, it drives me crazy.

I know who really drives you crazy.

Shut up, instead of saying stupid, take it in your mouth.

No, not with the mouth.

I'll pay you like 40 injections.

Not even for 50.

60!

The price of two lectures at the university.

Don't insist, I said no.

But stop it, professor, look what you've done.

Your fault, Coglini.

Are you okay like this, professor?

I'm not fucking okay, but I'm okay anyway.

If your son saw us... And stop always talking about my son.

Are you in love with him?

No, what's it got to do with him?

He's different.

You can see he still loves Mrs. Silvia.

And you, do you think he loves her?

And what do I know?

You should know this better.

Who are you?

You, you, his father.

Hey, you idiot, you want to ruin everything for me?

Go, go, go, go to sleep, go.

Here, the money.

But then why are you giving it to that bastard of your fiancé?

What are you doing here?

Guess what?

What do you want from me?

That you don't think bad.

About what?

About this night.

But why should I?

I realized, you know, that you were spying on me.

I wasn't spying, I was just looking at what was going on.

I didn't do it for the money, I assure you.

I did it only to please your father, he's a great man.

But you took the money.

Well, he's a great man, but he's old.

You have a generous soul.

Seriously.

He has another one for all the gold in the world.

You say?

I swear.

I mean, can I tell you the truth?

You're here for this, aren't you?

I satisfied his father because I knew that she was looking at me.

But don't say nonsense.

Really.

I liked to know that she was there, that she was

looking at me, and maybe she was a little jealous.

And maybe she was jealous of me too.

Well, why not?

In short, you did it to please him, because I was

looking at you, to make me jealous or to excite me.

Make up your mind.

She's mean to me, she doesn't believe me.

Her father is kinder.

That's why she likes women.

Which women?

Many.

What do you know?

I can see it.

All those who come to see him, for example the countess.

Old babes.

Not so much.

There are also some of his wife's age.

I don't want to please so many, and not even to be like my father.

You are beautiful, you and your mother in this photo.

Speaking of photos, tell me one thing, what photo were you talking about tonight?

Do you want to see them?

I'm going to take them.

But no, what are you doing?

Look.

Who did it to you?

My boyfriend.

But I didn't know he gave them to the newspaper.

Do you like them?

They are artistic, aren't they?

Yes, of course.

You look great.

Even if it wasn't necessary to show them to my father.

Me?

He was the one who showed them to me.

A day ago.

You are this one, aren't you?

And he took out the newspaper.

I couldn't deny it.

He has all the numbers, you know.

But think about it.

The great man.

Who would have said it?

After all, what's wrong with him?

He is old.

He doesn't have time to lose.

Exactly.

Have you noticed that his father is jealous of you?

What are you saying?

Did you hear when he asked me who has the biggest one?

So?

Well, it's clear, isn't it?

What is clear?

He is afraid of the confrontation.

He is afraid of the confrontation.

I don't think so.

Can I give him a kiss?

Oh God, the physiotherapist!

He is already here.

So, here?

Not much.

Here, instead?

Oh, what a bad dog!

And?

Oh!

Sorry, sorry.

We did it involuntarily.

We had a red hat.

Now I have a red hat.

A beautiful red hat.

And a beautiful head.

But what hat?

Even though he is old, he still has a hat!

Do you think you can do something?

We think.

Ah professor!

With three or four interventions.

Fiore Bastian de Bruson del Dolo, put her back in the shoes of a woman.

Another, in short.

I would rather stay with what I know.

So, no pain.

Servería, serviería, serviería una tola longa.

Quella?

Si, la puedo andar.

Professor?

In piedi.

In piedi?

Su, in piedi.

Su!

Bravo, professore!

Su!

In piedi, si.

Su, su.

Ecco!

Si, bravo professore.

Professor!

No!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no!

Who told you to intervene, Mona?

You are useless!

I'm not useless to you, for sure.

Oh, yes?

Good, professor!

Hey, but don't you see that I'm standing?

Good!

Now, like this, towards the table.

Fiore, there's a magician, a magician!

But what magician?

The professor Necodona.

In Venice, he says, he knows the poor man.

Forza le facchini e bellezza le puttana non vale un bagatini.

Forza, professore, forza!

Ancora un passo!

Andemo!

Bravo, papà!

Bravo, Fiore!

Bravissimo, professore!

Ancora un passo, ecco un passetto.

Ancora uno, ancora uno.

Finalmente!

Ce l'abbiamo fatta!

Sa cosa che dico, professor?

Se ce la fa stare in piedi, il massaggino lo possiamo fare qui?

Ce la faccio, ce la faccio.

Ecco!

Su chi campi oggi?

Moliere.

Cultura alta.

Io invece sono passato a quella bassa.

A cosa te ridi, mona?

Versa?

Giù!

Giù, professore!

Giù!

Giù!

Più giù!

Giù!

Alla solità che mettete più, il febbre si intende.

Alla solità che mettete più, il febbre si intende.

Ma tu, massaggi così anche le donne?

Noi, ma no!

No, professore, le donne lo camuscono.

Che mancheria!

Allora, papà, per la casa?

E tu, te l'ho già detto!

Appunto, siccome volevo portarci Silvia a dare un'occhiata, mi servirebbe la chiave?

Ce l'ha il portiere!

Fate il dare da lui!

Pronto?

Pronto?

È la signora Silvia.

Vuole Dodo?

Non so, ha detto il professore.

Il padre o il figlio?

È per lei.

Ciao.

Sì, ti avevo chiamata ieri sera.

Vorrei vederti.

Alle tre va bene, dove vuoi tu.

Perché al cinema?

Allora...

D'accordo.

Vediamo lì alle tre.

Vabbè, io devo andare.

Ciao, papà.

E complimenti ancora.

Ciao.

E di a Silvia di non tenermi più il broncio.

La casa tutta sua l'aspetta.

Sa cosa che dico, professore?

Domani che portiamo le canadesse, vedrà che sollievo.

Sì, potrò volare.

Sì, potrò volare.

E' meglio che ci spieghiamo una volta per tutte.

Se io non torno a vivere con te, non è solo per la casa.

C'è un altro motivo.

Cioè?

C'è un uomo.

Sì, se vuoi.

C'è un uomo.

Ma perché non me l'hai detto subito?

Oh, ma che firma devo da guardare?

Ce lo dici o non ce lo dici?

Ho cercato di fartelo capire, ma tu eri fissato con la storia della casa,

non volevi sentire ragioni.

E poi, mi vergognavo anche.

A dirmelo o a farlo?

Quest'uomo, io non lo amo.

E allora perché ci vai assieme?

Ho capito.

Mi pare inutile continuare a vederci.

No, ti prego, non te ne andare.

Io... io...

Ho bisogno di te.

Non

mi pare proprio.

Sì, invece.

No, Toto, se so che ci sei, se continuiamo a vederci,

a parlarci, vedrai che finisce e riesco a lasciarlo.

Ma cos'è che te lo impedisce?

Non lo so, ma non sono capace.

È più forte di me.

Faccio di tutto per non rivederlo.

Ma poi, ci ricasco.

E questo non è amore?

No, no.

Non so cos'è, ma so che non lo amo.

Io amo... io amo te, Toto.

Per lui non provo niente.

Solo una forte attrazione sessuale.

E io cosa dovrei fare?

Reggervi il moccolo mentre scopate?

Si può sapere cos'ha di così irresistibile quest'uomo?

Preferisco non parlarne.

No, cazzo, a questo punto mi dici tutto.

Chi è?

Che cazzo fa?

Come scopate?

Da quanto dura?

Tutto!

Insomma, la volete smettere?

Non state mica da soli.

Vuoi i particolari?

Ma che maniere?

Sì, i particolari.

Va bene.

Per esempio, mi piace come mi prende.

Come ti prende?

Scusa.

Da dietro.

Mi piega sul tavolo, o dove cavolo capita, e mi scopa da dietro.

E io posso fare tutte le smorfie che voglio, tanto lui non mi vede la faccia.

E neanch'io la sua.

Posso pensare a chi voglio.

Potrebbe essere un altro.

Uno che neppure conosco.

Chiunque.

Persino una bestia.

Ti basta.

Sembra.

Un altro.

Oddio, Dodo.

Perché vuoi sapere tutto?

Perché almeno a parole voglio che tu lo tradisca con me.

Mentre lo facciamo, lui mi abbranca i capelli dietro la nuca e mi dice...

Sei la mia porca, Silvia.

Sei la mia porca.

Dimmelo che sei la mia porca, se no ti torco il collo.

E tu?

Io glielo dico.

Sì.

Lo sai.

Lo sai che sono la tua porca.

Ma lui mi torce il collo lo stesso.

E io godo come una porca a sentire che lui mi ama.

Sentendomi dire che sono la sua porca.

Tu lo ami?

No, io amo te.

Senti.

Dimmi che non puoi fare a meno di me, Dodo.

Dimmelo che sono il tuo vizio.

Ripudiavo le sublimazioni che avevo amato.

Paolo, Baudelaire, D'Annunzio.

Dove siete, eh?

Tiziano, Giorgione, Veronese.

E anche tu, mein Herrliche Klimt.

Mi avete mai dato voi questa carne che mi incendi il cazzo?

No.

No.

No.

My bitch, say it or I'll twist your neck.

Yes, you know it.

I'm your bitch.

Dodo, here are your francobullies.

I don't want them anymore!

You scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum!

Scum.

Thanks for the newspapers.

You didn't sleep?

I woke up a little bit.

I saw how you looked at me.

How did I look at you?

With hate.

What are you talking about, dad?

What's on your mind?

I was looking at you as if you were looking at someone who is sleeping.

As if I didn't say so.

You must have been waiting to trick me.

You have a face, my son.

You look like a shipwreck.

What's wrong?

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Everything is fine.

That's better.

Help me get up.

What time is it?

About eight and a half.

But I slept more than usual.

It's just that I got up a little late last night.

It's the television's fault.

Open the blinds, because soon there will be flowers with stamps on them.

Good sign.

It means you are cured.

Yes, it seems so.

Aren't you happy?

Yes, of course.

Even if until next time, I was in bed, I could have thought it was лЮ perished

not only the fracture but a whole new matter.

The old age.

But it's not like you're old.

But I don't feel strong anymore than a first time anyway.

What force?

The intellectual shaft and sex.

What do

you mean introspection?

A little pause.

..

and we are back.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

Carini, guardi suo padre, quando vuole qualcosa di intimo da me, me lo chieda in

modo cosė affettuoso, che mi sembrerebbe di fare una cattivazione a rifiutarmi.

Mi capisce, signore Edoardo?

Palazzo di merda!

Buongiorno, Edoardo.

Buongiorno, un cazzo!

Vai, vai, contessa, vai dal grand'uomo, e su che ti aspetta

col suo carisma infinito, col suo cazzone smisurato.

Vai, corri!

Somma protetta!

Somma protetta!

Adesso a pagamento!

Ma non č una spiaggia libera?

Libera di farci i cazzi tuoi, ma non di rompere i coglioni agli altri.

Garantisco io.

Coppi e cinquemila, guardoni diecimila.

Ah, ho capito.

Saresti una specie di parcheggiatore.

Porcheggiatore, se mai.

Fatti prendere, su.

Tu

non hai nessuno.

In che senso?

Da porcheggiare.

Ah.

Beh, avrei mia moglie.

Ancora meglio.

Alle mogli piace essere trattate da porche.

Dov'č?

Ho paura di averla persa.

Ah, si č trovata un altro cazzo, eh?

Beh, in un certo senso.

Che cazzo vuol dire in un certo senso?

Ti tradisce, si o no?

Diciamo che mi ha messo nel sacco.

Questo ti rode il culo, eh?

Dì la veritā.

Abbastanza.

Anche se... Anche se cosa?

Maledetto il cretino che per primo ha mescolato

le cose dell'amore con quelle dell 'onore.

Sai chi l'ha detto?

Tipo Baudo?

No.

Un poeta francese di nome Baudelaire.

E aveva ragione.

Sė, pero quel cretino intanto c'č stato.

E ti ha fregato la moglie.

Allora che fai?

Paghi o smammi?

Pago, pago.

Tariffa guardone.

Buon divertimento.

Io vado a controllare pių in lā.

Lo vuoi un consiglio?

Non cercare di saperne troppo su tua moglie.

Gli inganni si campano, ma di veritā si crepa.

Ciao, ci vediamo.

Pronto?

Ciao, ti disturbo.

Silvia, no, figurati.

Mi fa sempre piacere sentirti.

Ti andrebbe anche di vedermi.

Me lo chiedi?

Certo, quando vuoi.

Facciamo stasera al ristorante cinese.

Per me va benissimo.

Anche se speravo di incontrarti prima.

Adesso, per esempio, che cosa fai?

Niente, nulla di particolare.

Perchč me lo chiedi?

Perchč allora non passi qui a dare un 'occhiata all'appartamento dell'ultimo piano?

No, non so, non vorrei che... E' vuoto.

Il notaio ha finito di traslocare.

Va be', se proprio insisti.

Ma non farti illusioni.

Che vuoi dire, scusa?

Non capisco.

E tu non ti metti a idee in testa.

Devo parlarti, Dodo.

Anch'io, Silvia.

Allora ci vediamo da te fra un'ora.

D'accordo.

Fra un'ora.

Ciao.

...

...

...

Oggi, dopo che hai telefonato, mi č venuto in mente Fregene.

Ti ricordi?

Certo.

La prima volta che mi hai spiato.

All'inizio non avevo capito che te ne riaccorta.

Perchč d'un tratto hai tirato gių la tapparella?

Ma... ...

Per discrezione, penso.

Sciocco.

Quello che facevo lo facevo perchč...

...La sai una cosa?

Cosa?

Dopo che l'hai chiusa, io mi sono masturbata.

Non me l'avevi mai detto.

Il giorno dopo, quando ci hanno presentati, ho avuto una strana sensazione.

Come se con te io ci avessi gių fatto l 'amore.

What else did you hide from me?

On the phone you said you had to talk to me.

That's over.

Since when?

Since last night.

Did you make love?

Yes and no.

How would it be yes and no?

We made it in half.

In the sense that he wanted me to kiss him there.

And I, to please him, made him happy.

Who was it?

Ah, Dodo.

I had warned you.

No strange ideas.

There's no more and that's it.

Don't do it.

Why me?

No and yes.

With you it's different.

What's different?

The bird.

His was without a face.

Without a name.

Without a story.

And without love.

The bird of a stranger.

With you it wouldn't be like that.

Repeat.

What?

Bird.

Bird.

Okay?

If you want, take a picture of me.

Come on, take it.

You have it hard.

If your father had given us this apartment so many things wouldn't have happened.

When did you start with the other?

The same day we got married.

At your house.

During the wedding ceremony.

There were so many people.

Do you remember?

At a certain moment the doorman came up to tell you that

the guards wanted to take away the cars of the guests.

You went down with him.

And I went to freshen up in our room.

I looked out the window and I looked at you arguing with the guards in the curtain.

Suddenly he came into the room.

He approached us from behind.

He grabbed my neck and stopped me from moving.

He pulled me up.

He defended me.

He grabbed me on the window like you did a while ago.

He took me to a bathroom.

You know what I mean?

A bathroom.

Yes.

He brought me back home.

and put me in the same room I was staying in.

After this, we will have to go back to your father's help.

And so we will be together.

What do you mean together?

We will depend on him again.

And I don't want this.

So what do you intend to do?

Go back to live together in the two rooms of the apartment below.

But you are the reason why you left.

I left because I had someone else.

Now there is no one else.

So we can safely go back to live like before.

Me, you and your father.

Come on, let's go tell him that we will live with him.

Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

I can't.

Come on, let's go.