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In this lecture I am going to present

to you a few of the most important

principles of quantum mechanics.

The first principle is that quantum mechanics is

not a science.

It does not

give pain, that a kind heart only nourishes

love.

Uccio!

Uccio!

He will come here today!

Indo, it's you, son!

Where did he go?

All right, stay where you are.

But tell me at least if you intend

to keep the promise.

Do as you said!

You hid yourself again, eh?

Say something, Uccio!

All right.

Take that!

You were sucking the apples from the pig,

eh?

What are you talking about, Mr. Soldier?

It's just that I like apples, and you

took me for the throat.

What a low throat you have!

But now the pig must be repaid.

I would prefer to repay you, but I

have nothing to give you.

I have nothing to give you, but I

have nothing to give you.

I'm so poor.

My mother!

Too much misery you bring on yourself.

But you know, I'm good at heart.

Maybe we'll get along, okay?

And how?

Let me enter your forest.

Is she a virgin?

Virgin?

If you are a virgin, the hand that

touches you is that...

I'm so stupid.

Of course, for two apples, I'll put it

back.

Add something and we'll even the bill.

You don't have to worry.

You'll see that with what I give you,

you'll be fine.

The fields...

I see something moving.

There's that pig in the shed that hit

her again.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Hey, don't wear yourself too much, it hurts.

Leave some for us too.

What would my mother say if she knew?

What would she say?

You could call her mine.

That's what your mother would say.

Presumptuous.

I'm the butcher.

I'll do you a favor.

Wait a minute.

But right now, that coward should have arrived.

I heard.

And don't worry.

I'll go, I'll come back, I'll do you

a favor.

I promised you.

I'm coming.

You're still here wasting time.

You, wake up with that slacker.

Get everything inside and break the fence.

Quickly, quickly.

Word of honor.

What?

Pass.

Today a very important guest will arrive.

A person friend of kings and queens.

We must make him happy.

Pagiona!

Pagiona!

Pagiona, he has been arrested.

And how did you know?

Those of the tower have given the signal.

And if they saw right, now it will

be at Ponte Sotto.

And at most in two hours it will

be here.

Oh, they have given God.

Well then?

Come on, come on.

Come on, where are you taking me?

Do you want to decide to talk or

do we make a note?

I did all the tour of the towers.

They all saw him, even the soldiers of

Dacia, on the bridge.

And then he disappeared.

How could he have disappeared?

It's not possible.

I also asked in the factories.

How?

Wait a minute.

Did you ask the others who passed him

on the bridge?

Yes, three young novices.

A short time before he passed.

They went to the penitentiary.

Then I know where he went.

Get out, get out of my way.

We have to get on our way.

Come on, let's go.

Let's all go to the penitentiary.

Come on.

Lorenzo.

Lady Prudence.

We were waiting for you for the touch.

You're right.

She's just the touch that always bothers me.

Or the touches, I should say.

I'm sorry to be late, but ...

I insisted so much that I stopped.

Let me introduce you to Donna Priora.

The director.

She is the founder of souls and bodies.

And this is Sister Lucrezia.

I'm not Lucrezia, I'm Ursula.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Ursula.

The Virgin.

Dear Lady Prudence.

You must understand.

This is a purifying bath.

You too have had a long journey.

Don't you want to take advantage of it?

I agree, Lorenzo.

You're right.

But only a little purification, so quickly.

Just to do something pleasant.

Here I am.

Lorenzo, how do you find me after ten

years?

I find you beautiful.

It's soda.

Soda like a factory.

And elegant.

Like a Duchess.

Lorenzo.

You're always crazy.

Yes, you are.

Sir Lorenzo.

Gian Lorenzo del Cambio.

Painter, sculptor, goldsmith.

And love poet.

Lorenzo.

I'm happy to be here after a long

and tiring journey.

Lorenzo.

Your Excellency.

Lorenzo.

Lady Prudence.

This banquet is my honor.

Of course.

Thank you.

I take the liberty of proposing that everyone

sit where they like best.

And not according to customs.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go to the table.

And do everything you want.

Come on.

Of course, with pleasure.

That place is mine.

How nice to find you.

You look so blue.

How are we going to have fun?

Who wants to get up?

You're crazy.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Slowly, slowly.

Good, good.

Tosca, come here with the appetizer.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Damn, there's also dinner here.

Well.

Ugaccione.

You eat, eat, eat, Poirina.

Ugaccione, you know it hurts your empty stomach.

You don't break my belly.

Yes, it's true, Sir Lorenzo, that you had

lost your way and you took refuge in

the monastery of the penitents.

Besides, when I arrived, I was doing spiritual

exercises.

Well, of course, to be honest, I was

just following the advice of my great friend,

Pope Borgia.

Si vi est obscura, refugiate in clausura.

It's written like that.

You won't tell me you have a permit.

No, I didn't put it.

To Sir Lorenzo concessum est.

Si ne limitazione, si vi est obscura, de

refugiarsi in omne comunità, anche di clausura, ed

hai il permesso di fornicar senza misura.

I added this because the Pope couldn't think

of it.

Lorenzo.

Anyway, I've been traveling the world with this

parchment for at least ten years.

And if there had ever been a priora

or a penitent who had objected, no one,

as soon as they had read it, immediately

swore obedience to me.

But what do you think of homosexual love?

Why talk about vinegar when you drink good

wine?

Love is like music.

There are those who play it by reading

it and there are those who play it

by ear.

The important thing is that the instrument responds.

You are famous for having had many love

adventures.

And it is also said that you have

never failed.

It's just a matter of luck.

If you are at the height of this

fame, I would like to propose a very

interesting challenge to you.

Why don't you try seducing Donna Lucrezia, Duchess

of Uberti?

They say that no man in the world

has enjoyed her graces and that no woman,

with unanimous judgment, has ever been so courted

and desired as she has been.

You have chosen well, Monsignor.

I have heard of the chastity of this

woman.

She exalts this fame.

Even if you can be born chaste, chaste

never dies.

Don't be afraid to go out of your

way, Messer Lorenzaccio.

Here's the bet.

I'll put it back in the hands of

Donna Prudenza.

There are two thousand ducats and two thousand

on your side.

I'll win if Donna Lucrezia gives in to

me.

All right.

You are all solemn witnesses of this exceptional

duel.

My friend, I propose a toast to the

greatest challenge of the century.

He's been in the tower for six months

and says he doesn't want to go out.

He plays, sings and composes poetry.

And I wouldn't want him to get lonely.

If I made you come here, Lorenzo, it's

because Uccio said he wanted to talk to

you alone.

So we ask you to take him with

you.

Take him on a trip.

Show him the world and let him know

what it's like to be with a woman.

And bring him home healed.

Yes, because here he needs arms and square

balls to keep the house.

You'll see that you'll thank me later.

You know how Dad thinks about it.

I know how Dad thinks about it, but

I'll never accept it.

Why?

Because I've seen eternal beauty.

My life is devoted to you, and I

don't care about anything else.

Listen, young poet.

I must confess that all this pessimism hurts

me a lot.

After the commitment I made with your father,

my boy, you'll see that life is full

of pleasures, joy, refined pleasures, and unexpected solace.

You'll see.

I don't have fun.

Vanity of vanity.

Shadows, games of dust.

As St. Augustine used to say, felicitas vitreae

est.

Listen, young poet.

I'm the master, and I'm the only one

who speaks Latin.

Yes, I've seen her only once, and even

if she seemed like an angel to me,

I'm sure I'll find her again.

And then, form, condition, est, substance, as St.

Pompeo said of spider.

Wait a minute.

With respect to the spider, I'll eat that

one.

Go on.

The question is interesting.

But, Sir Lorenzo, don't you want...

Of course I want.

I want it like...

and let me lose it.

I want it and that's it.

I want it and

that's

it.

I see there's already someone in the house.

Well, if the light is off and the

windows are occupied, I just have to pull

the pins and go away.

Hey, you!

Down there!

Hey, be careful not to drown.

And remember to take a breath of fresh

air every now and then.

As I've already told you, love has tricks

and traps.

You have to look at the first ones

and avoid the others.

Only experience can help you.

I don't need it.

I've seen it and I'll love it forever.

It was the classic lightning strike.

Anyway, there's a difference between Saetta and Saetta.

Do you know the story of the Virgine

Morando of Maddalena?

That was also a nice lightning strike.

It's worth telling you.

In the countryside of Barberino, there was a

peasantess, a virgin, and a shepherd of unheard

of beauty.

Beautiful and wild like an aggressive weakness, and

pure like an angel.

They desired each other and discovered the happiness

of being together.

Until one day, in exile, the game became

dangerous.

I can't.

I can't.

I can't.

There's a law.

First, the Duke.

The Duke would cut off my head and

everything else.

And Morando led his sweet wife, still a

virgin, from the Duke to the Falcocchieri, took

the land as a tribute to the Jus

Primenotis.

Hurray!

Hurray for the bride!

Good luck!

Hurray!

This room is so big.

Do you think I'll be cold tonight?

Stay close to me, Morando.

Don't leave me.

Come, don't be afraid.

Morando.

Yes, I'm here.

I'm afraid.

Help me.

I don't want to be alone with the

Duke.

What if he mistreats me?

What do I do?

Calm down.

You don't have to do that.

The Duke is a great man.

He knows the right way.

And no woman is ever sorry.

Think of me.

I'll walk all night under the castle.

And I'll pray for you.

Morando, don't leave me.

Stay with me.

Stay here.

Maddalena, how could you?

You know that for me it would mean

death.

No.

No, stop.

Leave her.

You're hurting her.

I'll prepare her.

What are you doing?

You can't.

You can't.

I told you to stop.

What if the Duke sees us?

Stop it.

Enough.

Dear young man, don't think that I passively

accept these barbaric habits.

In fact, in my heart, I don't accept

them.

If I may confess, they repress me.

Unfortunately, tradition, laws, impose an unpleasant duty on

me.

And I've been doing it for years.

Because that's what my father did.

My father's father is like that for generations

and generations.

I had to teach for years love to

fat, ugly, hairy women.

Don't take it, my young and dear friend.

Not for you, not for me.

Our worries, our sorrows are crumbs compared to

the vastness of creation.

I'm tired, my friend.

You won't need to thank me for what

you've been taught for years and you'll start

eating with your hands again.

I don't like marriage at all and I

would never have taken a wife.

It's like I've already been married 230 times.

It's always the same thing.

Only by admiring the firmament can I know

oblivion.

There, finally, the senses calm down, looking at

the majesty you have in front of you,

everything is forgotten.

The face of God, pure light, becomes almost

familiar.

Here, that is Aldebaran.

That is the constellation of the bull.

That is Sirius and here is Orion.

And the bear, which is like an enchanted

palace where to be with those you really

love for eternity.

It's mine.

Leave it.

I don't want you to touch it.

I'll wash it.

Why are they preparing you?

What's going on?

I don't know.

It will be part of the tradition.

Hurry up, hurry up.

The Duke is coming.

Here, my dear, a pure being.

Healthy.

Perfect.

Virgin.

Virgin?

Is it true that you are a virgin?

And where did you live?

In a hermitage?

On a mountain?

No, think.

In the midst of everyone, like each one

of us, know of a miracle.

And it will be you to start love.

You who are a teacher.

So for the first time the traditional rite

of the first night will be yours to

practice.

And it will be yours the tenacious effort

to pick his rose.

No, no.

Here is a man before you like a

young god.

And so kindly you smile at him that

I more green than the grass of the

wind and I look and I scream and

I enjoy.

And so the Duke discovered the way to

save the situation to instill in the madman

this new tradition.

Did you understand the summary?

The poor Maddalena.

You said it right, that poor Maddalena.

She fled in tears from the castle.

She returned to her castle and she closed

in her pain to meditate on the unexpected

twists of love.

It was so that I found her a

beautiful virgin and only beautiful was when I

left.

Lorenzo!

Oh, Mr. Lorenzo!

My poor girl!

My sweetheart!

Of course, the more time goes by the

more I find you beautiful and fresh.

How are you, sir?

She's nice.

This is Seruccio.

How are things here?

Good, actually, very good.

I'll make you something to cheer you up

a little.

Good!

I see we are in full harvest.

And what beautiful daughters!

Oh, girls!

This is Mr. Lorenzo.

Here I am.

My pleasure.

At your service.

At your service.

First class service!

What a nice bunch!

What a nice bunch!

I can see it's a nice harvest this

year.

It's all grapes!

Hey, wait a minute!

Can you see I'm not wearing a suit?

I knew it!

Hey, girls!

We're not kidding.

Don't pee on us because the wine becomes

acid and then changes color.

What acid wine!

Wait a minute!

It's virgin wine!

It's rose wine!

Of course!

Of course!

Venus wine!

Oh, what a handsome young man!

Oh, Mr. Lorenzo!

But this beautiful young woman has nothing to

piss on us.

I'm telling you!

Actually, he's just what we need.

But don't overdo it, okay?

Come on!

Come on!

Oh there, here!

Here!

You'll get...

mugged, Hello!

Madam Elia!

Madam Elia!

The flowers are ready!

Oh, excuse me, Lorenzo but I have to

go with a mad man's wife to the

erurm.

To the erurm?

Yes, to get his grace young men don't

have children.

Don't you want to say we're going to

get out of here?

Yes.

And between Bernardone and Sepellassù?

Always!

And if it weren't for that holy man,

we'd be pretty extinct.

Sister Amelia!

Come with me, so I can introduce you

to a holy man.

Come in.

How moving.

Isn't it?

How moving, isn't it?

Let's go.

Come and give us another fruit.

Pray for Bernardone, pray for the holy man,

move him with our tears.

Pray for Bernardone, pray for the holy man,

come and give us another fruit.

Give me water, all of you!

Faith!

What are you looking for?

Faith!

What do you want?

The miracle!

Saint Eremita, our creator, miracle us another fruit.

I can't answer if you don't let the

bride look.

Fiora!

Here is the woman, miserable thing, if the

children don't have anything.

Here is the woman, miserable thing, if the

children don't have...

Are you married, Locosanto?

And this is our only child.

Do you know the soul and the body?

We loved each other without remorse.

Have you tried without saving?

Day and night, for more than a year,

with sun and moon, without measure, and the

awaited creature never came.

Pray for Bernardone, pray for the holy man,

move him with our tears.

Here, in the cave, with great ardor, you

will pass in the sacred steam and you

will sit in the place where the holy

martyr had the prayer.

There you will pray the holy shame that

put a son in your belly.

Come in.

Come on.

Pray.

Holy shame, son of France, we pray for

you in that belly.

Generate a son, die of thirst, we pray

for you all together.

Bernardone, our God, love us another, ugly.

Here, the hands.

No, no, not like this, like this, here.

Here, stay still, with great faith.

You go back, if you want to pray.

Pray.

Holy shame, son of France, we pray for

you in that belly.

Generate a son, die of thirst, we pray

for you all together.

Tell him to do the grace.

He does it, he does it.

Do you already feel something?

Yes, I think it's starting.

I feel something moving.

Yes, it's starting, it's starting.

He said he feels something moving.

He's starting to feel it, he's starting to

feel it.

He said he feels something moving.

My wife, what's happening?

Something is happening.

Do you feel that the grace is coming?

Yes, it's coming.

Feel the grace, feel the grace.

It's the end, it's the end.

Holy Virgin, Holy Virgin, pray for us, pray

for us.

Holy Virgin, Holy Virgin, pray for us, pray

for us.

God, the grace is coming.

It's coming.

The true miracle is that a at least

40-year-old has a faith between Bernardone

and a doggy.

This is the real miracle.

Eh, brother Bernardone, you see, son, to do

certain miracles, you really need a great faith.

And brother Bernardone, in terms of faith, and

he has one, great, at least so.

But I thought...

And you believe too many things.

Miracles, the supreme beauty, the angelic Madonna.

But you exist.

I saw it for real.

Oh yes?

And who doubts it?

But what did you see?

A woman?

Only a woman?

I saw much more.

And that she had three breasts, four thighs,

and a veil of navels.

You always manage to embellish everything here.

Eh, stay calm, son, stay calm.

Don't get angry.

And what do you say?

But is it possible that you do not

appreciate beauty?

Eh, yes, I appreciate it.

By the way, you who talk so much

about beauty, do you know what is the

most beautiful thing in the world?

No.

Join your ass with a round stone!

Come on!

Luciana!

Servaggio!

Come here!

Luciana!

Dirce!

Where is Dirce?

Oh, Lorenzo!

How beautiful you are!

Uccio!

Oh, Uccio!

This is Dirce, the witch.

Eh, what do you think, eh?

Not bad, eh?

Hey, Uccio!

Uccio!

Eh?

Oh, what did you get?

Oh, Dirce, you've already done some makeup on

me, eh?

For a moment, it's as if she had

read my heart.

Eh, look at her!

Don't worry about the heart.

The specialty of Dirce is something else.

Eh, Dirce?

Eh?

Don't you think it would be a good

idea to give her a little treatment?

No.

I think she needs you more than me.

I feel it.

It hurts here, in the heart.

Anyway, don't worry, it can heal.

If you need me, you know where to

find me.

What a miser!

Good luck!

One!

Oh!

Do you like it?

Has it struck you?

Yes.

It's very beautiful.

Come here.

Yes, but she's in love.

And you know who she lives with.

This stone, this miraculous stone, for me it's

nothing less than in the gardens of the

Gran Canne of the ferocious Turcomani and to

you, sit down.

I'll tell you the price later.

Easy, easy, and on your hands, soon I'll

give you the price.

Today I want to ruin myself because the

day is beautiful and a wonderful smile of

a woman shines again.

Ah, no, no, it's better to...

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

There.

Be careful, the soup is contaminated.

What do you mean?

Try to understand quickly.

If you taste this soup, as they say,

you'll get sick.

Where is he?

What's in it?

The usual broth?

Yes.

Stop.

He's sleeping.

Oh, with these forks a little flower will

fall.

What are you doing, handsome?

Oh, does everyone sleep here?

Yes, yes.

It was so that the company between Dirce

and Romeo prospered.

Romeo procured customers and presented them to Dirce.

Mortals, the angel of the night with his

melodious call has beheaded your limbs prey to

a rigid lethargy.

Already the demons come to pay homage to

me and they inflame with love for me.

Already the spirits of the mountain rise from

their graves with the tingling body of serpents

they come to me.

Here.

This, gentlemen, is from the head.

Now kiss me, spirit of the mountain.

Oh, it's the snake.

No, no.

What are you doing, Dirce?

Stop.

Oh Lord, he's poisoned.

The fire of the devil and the sacred

serpent are agitated in my womb.

Come to me.

Go away.

Let me pass, please.

All the strength of the earth is within

her.

Follow her and she will heal you.

Enter her and the vigor of youth will

return to you.

Twenty ducats, please.

What are you doing?

You said ten.

But I gave you a look.

Come, come, gentlemen.

For your discomfort a single application will suffice.

Come on.

Now raise your head.

What are you playing at?

What are you playing at?

And now the spirit will speak.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Speak, I want to know.

Who do you think you are?

You have to answer to the spirit.

You have to answer to the spirit.

Tell him who you are.

If you say so.

I'm Giappo De Guidacci.

Answer to the spirit.

Where do you come from?

From the Merla factory.

And why are you here?

He is a twenty-year-old wife who

still pretends to be a spirit.

And every night he torments me.

How does this speak?

Now listen to me carefully.

When the spirit will command.

You drink.

Drink.

And take me.

Spirit.

Spirit.

Do you hear me?

Maga.

Where are you?

Oh, Maga.

Oh, spirit, where did you go?

Where did you go?

This does not answer.

I was the same.

But Romeo was getting away more and more

often.

One day.

Pirce.

Do you know what I'm telling you?

I'm really pissed off.

Here.

Now I get up and I'm going.

Yes, yes, I'm really going.

Look, I've decided.

I'll leave you everything.

The cave, the money.

Well, let's say half.

Meanwhile, you see, I'm going to retire.

I'm going to do penance in solitude.

Like a wretch.

Ah, Romeo.

Be careful what you do.

Be very careful.

I can hurt you.

Because I'm a mage.

Pirce.

You are a mage.

As you are still a virgin.

So I'm the Pope.

I bless you.

And I greet you.

Hello.

In fact, he had fallen in love.

Of the money of a rich woman.

Pirce convinced.

That he would not be back.

And when he was born.

He unleashed a terrible revenge.

And Romeo ran.

He ran.

Tail of a hawk.

Nose of a dwarf.

Tongue of a Serb.

Roman bone.

Seed of a wolf.

Black dandelion.

He ran.

Now free from the rich woman.

And who?

But then?

Romeo.

Romeo.

Romeo.

What happened to you?

Tell me.

Romeo.

Wait.

I'll help you.

What am I doing?

It's real magic.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Breathe, Romeo.

Come on.

Come on.

Smile, Romeo.

I command you.

Giulietta.

My fragile Giulietta.

Giulietta.

The moon.

Wait.

Wait, I'll get naked.

I want to be naked in front of

you.

I command you.

Stop there.

I command you.

Later.

Later.

Come on, take me.

Yes, yes, for me it's hunger.

Listen, wouldn't you have something to put in

here?

Take it off.

Ah, thank you.

And I don't want to get my shirt

dirty with juice, I'll take care of it.

What is it?

Castrated stew.

Good.

Stop, that's enough.

Here, eat slowly.

Eat, eat, it's good.

It's good.

Giulietta.

Giulietta.

Romeo.

Giulietta.

Romeo.

Out!

Out!

Giulietta, what are you doing?

You're crazy.

I've been waiting for a year for a

love note from the dead and the good

soul.

And what do I find?

You, who are nothing but a shitty fist.

And above all, impotent.

Giulietta, please, don't get angry.

Keep quiet, a little contentment.

But what do I care about your contentment?

You're nothing but a scoundrel.

Scoundrel, me?

Bitch.

Damn it!

Damned!

I can not, I can not.

Fucking Duarte!

We have to make a pilgrimage to La

Dirge, you ugly asshole!

For the Ducada!

Asshole!

As you see, this is a time of

too many words and too many miracles.

I believe only in man, in his brain,

and in his piolo.

Your youth is like the river.

You either follow your instinct, or the beast's,

or you follow the current.

Or you risk ending up as the Sarnacchione

of Castelproia.

Sarnacchione of Castelproia?

Who was he?

The inventor of the Bojan doubt.

Or as it is commonly called in the

treaties, tricorn doubt.

Or to philosophize, trilemma.

And it is said that Sarnacchione of Castelproia,

during the battle of Montiaperti, had saved his

life thanks to Bastianazzo Castaldo della Piepe.

One day Bastianazzo showed up at the Sarnacchione's

shop, and was received with great festivities and

great honors.

Then Bastianazzo asked him for a thousand flowers

on loan, and Sarnacchione could not refuse.

The summer

passed, the winter passed, but Bastianazzo did not

show up.

And since a thousand flowers were a good

sum, Sarnacchione then decided to go and find

his friend, and repay his debt.

Bastianazzo!

Is there anyone at home?

Bastianazzo!

I have to talk to you!

And who are you?

I am Sarnacchione of Castelproia, a friend of

Bastianazzo Castaldo, and I came to settle a

certain debt.

So you are Sarnacchione, but what a joy

to meet you and know you.

It is a great pleasure.

I am Felicita, Bastianazzo's wife.

My husband told me about you and your

businesses.

He has a great work with all our

Bifolchi.

There was a fire, you know, but you

are a great surprise.

Unfortunately, there is only me, but if I

can do something for you, I am at

your service.

Excuse me.

And now what are you doing?

Why do not you settle at home?

Just in time to drink a glass of

wine.

I do not want to be a nuisance.

No, no, no disturbance.

It is a duty.

Will you be back soon?

These are long things, you know, it will

take a while, but why do not you

wait for him?

Oh, my God, it's hot today.

Indeed.

But be comfortable.

Take off your coat, let's go.

The wool makes you feel even warmer.

Indeed.

So you also make me a little company.

My husband too, he took us away.

And he left me all alone.

And that I was in debt.

You men are all the same.

Work, work, work.

Exaggerated.

Come here.

Would not you like to leave a lady

alone?

Indeed.

So, set yourself free.

Bastianazzo did well to save the life of

such a beautiful man.

You must be so strong, Gagliardo.

Indeed.

If you say so, ma'am.

You know, you can see that there is

a real man down here.

I do not want to leave, but the

village ...

Instead, it's been a while since my husband

left me.

You know, he's always so busy, I do

not have the head for certain things.

But it's hot.

Oh, my God, it's hot.

You know, we women too, we have our

needs.

Touch here.

Do you think this meat is to be

neglected?

Tell me, tell me, but in all sincerity.

I tell you, but you asked me.

It is not to be neglected.

It's true, my husband spits on us.

Because he loves me every day, and we

do not care anymore.

But I'm sure you have a great heart,

that beats, that beats, full of life.

Hot.

Hot.

Well, then, let's pull this heart out.

Yes, yes, yes, let's pull it out.

Call it whatever you want, but let's pull

it out.

Yes, yes.

Go, I'll leave my eye.

When you propose.

But now, do not worry.

Now.

Do not hurt me.

Hi, Bastianazzi, arrived?

No, Bastianazzi, do not be fooled by appearances.

No.

Bastianazzi, no.

Scoundrel.

In what position do I surprise you with

the bride?

Holy Sacrament is my right.

Abandoned by the custom, that must be in

the first instance.

Without induce or malice, always at the end

of justice.

To those who mount like a mule, always

break.

I came for the money.

Only for the money.

Sarnacchione was very bad, but very bad.

He had gone to collect a loan, and

instead he had contracted another debt.

From shame he even deserved to kill himself.

Watch out!

I'll kill myself.

But then, seeing that the scorching sun was

fading away, Sarnacchione, those thousand flowers were needed.

So, some time later, he decided to go

back to the load.

Ashamed of the servants and happiness, he decided

to hide and wait to meet Bastianazzo and

talk to him man to man.

Sarnacchione!

What a pleasant surprise!

Sister Felicita, forgive me for that incident, but

you have to believe me, it was more

shame than pain.

What are you talking about, Sarnacchione?

Bastianazzo should be ashamed, and he behaved like

a beast.

Indeed, however, it's over, I've already forgotten him.

Ah, no, no, no, it's not right.

You have been offended, and now you have

to take revenge.

There would be no other way, excuse me,

he came less to the duties of hospitality.

Yes, but he didn't do it on purpose.

He says that, and since I was offended

too, indirectly, you have to take revenge on

me.

Do to me what he did to you.

But no, it's nothing, I don't even remember

it anymore, because he did something to me,

and then he could get angry again, no?

No, no, no, it's too convenient.

He had to do it, and you, who

are a man, you have to take revenge

on me.

After all, you have to recognize that I'm

not a bad revenge.

Well, actually, Yes?

If I have to be honest, I would

take revenge on you with all my heart.

And then?

So, what are you waiting for?

Take revenge on me!

Are you angry?

Yes, revenge!

What a man, what a man you are!

Yes, I'm tough.

It's you, it's you that I have to

take revenge on.

Here, like this.

Yes, take it, take it, slowly, here, the

arm!

You're crazy.

Wait!

Here, here, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt.

Revenge!

Good morning, Bastiana.

It's like this, you bastard from Castelproia, I'll

find you again in Foglia.

You already know the custom, don't make me

put you in a room.

Who has found you in Zapparduro and to

mount like a mule, I'll break him.

No, no, no, I told you, don't pull

me like that, I have blood on my

head.

Bastianazzo, I didn't come for this, I came

for the money.

Bastianazzo, this year seems like a nightmare to

me, when I run it doesn't hurt as

much.

But Sarnacchione, those thousand flowers were really useful.

It's like this, after a while.

Bastianazzo, Bastianazzo, Bastianazzo, I'm sorry, I

didn't want to disturb you, but I came

back here for the flowers.

Bastianazzo, Bastianazzo, I didn't want to be a

nuisance, but...

You again, you are timid.

No, I'm Sarnacchione, actually I was looking for...

You're a brave woman.

You want to take revenge, don't you?

I didn't think you were so brave.

You're a brave woman.

Isn't Bastionazzo here?

He'll be out all night.

First you'll take revenge on me with all

your feelings.

Maybe.

And then you'll take revenge on him, too.

Oh, my God, she's so naked.

This time...

this time...

it's the right time, you'll see.

Oh, yes.

Don't hold me so tight.

I'm a brave woman.

Oh, my God.

At last.

At last you'll take revenge on me.

You have to take revenge on everything you've

done.

If you can stay still for a minute,

why not?

Without hesitation.

It's your right, your sacred right.

Give me a chance to take revenge on

you.

Yes, I'll give it to you.

Come on.

Oh, you're a sexist.

If I stay still, you'll see I'm a

brave woman.

Oh, yes, yes, like that.

You're a scoundrel from Castelfroia.

You only think about staying still.

You're a scoundrel from Castelfroia.

Knowing the custom, I don't hold back.

How did the story of the trilemma end?

Oh, the trilemma.

Well, I was there in San Mignato...

When I was there...

Here lies, without joy, Scoundrel from Castelfroia, Wretched

prey of doubt and desire.

Here lies, without joy, Scoundrel from Castelfroia, Wretched

prey of doubt and desire.

For a debt never repaid, For twenty years

he was beaten, And raped more than he

could.

If he were happy, he would aim.

Oh, if money attracted him.

Oh, if Bastianazzo cheered him up.

Do you know who that castle belongs to?

Here lives Madonna Lucrezia, Duchess of Uberti.

Who destroyed so many hearts, Without ever giving

in to anyone.

And now I'll show you how you can

conquer, Planting so many flags, In the most

beautiful land, Without being chained.

And maybe even earning two thousand ducats.

Do you understand?

So, with a fava, I take two pigeons.

Go back, Satan!

Go back!

Stop, you profaners!

Repent, you sinners!

The day of your death is near!

Go back, sons of the devil!

Go back!

Go back!

Repent, you unfaithful sinners!

Come to hell, And to hell you must

return, You demonic spirits!

Go away!

Father!

Go back!

Go back, Satan!

Brother!

Go back!

Demonic spirits!

Go back!

The end of the world is coming, And

your life is in danger!

Brother in heaven!

The end will come soon!

But what do you want?

Who are you?

Lorenzo, of the tormented plagues.

And Uccio, of the crowned crown.

Pilgrims of the Holy Land, Directed to Rome.

They ask for hospitality, In the name of

heaven.

If it is so, forgive me, Religious souls.

The sheep of God are welcome in this

castle.

You are welcome.

Rejoice, Happy, To host two penitents.

Splendid.

And it really begins well.

The sign of devotion.

Humbly I kiss the feet, For the love

of those who suffer so much.

Of those who suffer so much.

And now, Let me pray for the wickedness

of the world.

Prepare yourself for the flagellation, And the path

of pain.

Prepare your body for the flagellation.

Prepare my body for the flagellation.

Prepare your spirit for the flagellation.

Prepare my spirit for the flagellation.

Let's go, boy.

And Uccio, What has taken you?

It's her.

Her?

Who?

My angel.

What?

That's her?

Oh, hell no.

Master!

Master!

What do you want to do?

I'm leaving.

You can stay if you like.

You give up the field, eh?

You understand that there is nothing to do

with her?

Listen, boy, I...

Let's forget it.

No, go ahead.

Tell me everything, master.

Listen, Keep in mind that I respect your

feelings, And so I prefer not to try

at all.

And you could be offended and...

Ah, what noble words.

But is it not perhaps because she is

too high For your tricks and tricks of

the tavern?

All right.

If you want, let's put it that way.

We agree.

No, it is so.

Do not pull out feelings.

Do not wear the skin of the lamb.

Or you are too old to hurt your

pride like this.

Do not listen to him.

What do you have in here?

You still do not understand That I can

take her when I want.

There is the right key for every woman.

You are a disgusting liar.

No.

I'm just a wise man who knows women.

When it is so, I challenge you to

conquer her.

My friend, The good times of King Arthur

are over.

And forever.

So, Help me.

You could be right, And I could heal.

This was your commitment, Is not it?

Yes.

But...

Well, Help me.

Help me, let me stoop!

Let me down!

Let it be!

Help me!

Help me, I can not stand anymore!

My condolences.

Leave me alone!

Oh!

Ouch!

Oh, my dear...

Please, forgive him!

He doesn't know what he's doing!

No!

Ouch!

Oh, my dear...

I'll do it now.

It hurts!

Ouch!

Stand up!

What are you afraid of?

You hit hard, if you want to earn

your salvation.

Why are you hesitating?

You see.

No.

Come on.

It's all here, your strength.

You make me regret.

You hit hard.

I'm going to regret.

No.

Delightful.

I see it, but today is the day

of good instigators.

They are no longer found, unfortunately.

Uccio, the whip.

Saluccio, the crowned crown.

Do you allow me, sister?

Yes, brother.

Have mercy on me.

Of you and your soul.

I'll kill you.

Follow me.

I'll kill you right now.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

The crown.

Give me the crown.

What?

The crown, quickly.

Yes, the crown.

Of you and your soul.

Have mercy, sister.

Do it quickly.

What do I have to do?

Do it quickly.

Ah, yes.

Heaven, incinerate my hair.

Heaven, incinerate his hair.

Incinerate my eyes.

Incinerate his eyes.

Incinerate my mouth.

No, not the mouth.

Yes, the mouth.

As I said, even the mouth.

Incinerate even the mouth.

Not so, sister.

Wait, please.

No, wait.

Why?

Because you're the only one who's going to

regret it.

But I also want my share of the

suffering.

But I'm not ready yet.

I have a proposal for you.

What is it?

Shut up, you.

This hurts.

Oh, yes.

Heaven be with you.

With you, brother.

And your mother.

I am your salvation.

And whoever prays.

What did you say?

That my heart prays.

Praise the Lord.

You laugh, huh?

What are you doing?

Are you running away?

Now I'll make you suffer.

Father, don't take me.

Stop.

Don't take me.

Stop.

Go, go, go.

It's my fault.

Your fault.

Where are you, brother?

Here I am.

Heaven be with you.

But also with you.

Where are you going now?

It's a race.

But come here, don't run away.

If I catch you, sister.

I'll make you suffer.

Come here, sister.

Where are you going?

Stop.

Follow me, brother.

In our last suffering.

What a chest you have, sister.

Yes, yes.

I follow you.

Don't worry.

Where are you going?

Sister.

Yes.

Wait.

If I catch you, sister.

I'll give it to you.

Wait for me.

What is the most repugnant thing for you,

sister?

The disgusting, abominable, with cloud of flesh.

The dirty lust.

The mud of the impregnated.

The lubrication, fornicating bodies in heat.

What do you say, sister?

I don't want to say similar infernal descriptions.

My sensitive soul like my knees can't contemplate

such horrors.

That's why I denied myself to all men.

And I live in the most rigorous chastity.

And I draw all my joy from the

mortification and from the renunciation.

Ah, yes.

I realized that.

Mortification of the flesh and of the spirit.

And the laceration of every vanity.

And because the souls are full of despair,

I want to touch the bottom.

That's good.

And I know how to make you touch

it, if you want.

And how, brother?

Well, there is only one way, sister.

To do what arouses the deepest repulsion.

To what hard test do you want me

to submit?

To what holocaust do you want me to

submit?

accept our sacrifice.

Accept, accept.

Please, be tremendous.

Promise me not to spare me any suffering.

Yes, I promise, I promise.

But let's break every indignation and rush into

the abyss of the most atrocious suffering.

If it is done at your will, I

am ready to suffer the outrage.

It's time.

Let me touch the bottom.

Again?

Uccio!

Oh, excuse me, excuse me, Madonna.

My friend Sarami has left.

Yes, last night.

He took his horse and his stuff and

left.

He didn't say anything?

That you have the blessing of Pope Borgia.

Oh yeah?

Son of a bitch.

Clement V?

Yes.

I thought you had the blessing of Pope

Borgia.

Anyway, come in.

Please.

Oh, I finally found you.

Master Lorenzo, what a nice surprise.

Have you been looking for the parchment for

a long time?

Oh yeah, but you don't need it to

come in.

How are you, Mrs. Priora?

Still here?

Humble and devoted as always.

We are here to suffer.

Oh, but look who's here.

But I already know you.

Ursula.

And you're still a virgin?

Ah, I see you're getting along well here.

Look, fruit, focaccia, bread, bread, apples, cacio and

sausage.

And two qualities of wine.

Ireland, flowers, scented water and three beautiful, appetizing

children.

I'm really happy.

The king is dead.

Long live the king.

All you need is a dress.

Great son of a bitch.

Now it's all right.

Have fun, but you haven't buried me yet.

Come and have fun too.

What are you waiting for?

No, thank you.

It's nothing.

There are hundreds of rooms here in Rome

and hundreds of villas.

And in every villa there's a lady waiting

for me, anxious to make love to me.

And then there are so many cities where

I choose between Pulzelli and Maritame, between Bedo

and Reditiere, between Dame and Baldrache.

Do you understand?

And the parchment?

Can you keep it?

I'll make good use of it.

Thank you, teacher, thank you.

I'm grateful to you, goodbye.

This is done too, dear Meuccio.

Your turn.

You're going to kill me, aren't you?

I had to stop once and for all.

My ass hurts too.

Bye, see you in a couple of hours.

Where did I go?

Why?

It looks like hell.

What kind of idea is that?

I'm freezing.

And I'm shivering.

Lorenzo, Lorenzo, take me.

Lorenzo, Lorenzo, take me.

What are you doing?

Love, love.

Lorenzo.

Don't leave me, Lorenzo.

So, Severa,

what...

What are you looking for?

But...

But you are...

Oh!

Why did you come for me?

No!

But...

It's beautiful.

No, no.

No, I don't want it.

No, why?

It's impossible.

No, I don't want it.

Yes, I do.

Yes, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, you're hot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Then I'm in.

Come, come, let's go.

Let's go, come.

Let's go, and who cares?

You're the end of the world.

You're beautiful.

Thank you, thank you.

Come, you're the end of the world.

You're the most beautiful.

THE

END

Written

and directed by Davide Cironi

Filmed

by Francesco Colantoni