All language subtitles for La califfa (Alberto Bevilacqua, 1970)

That was my husband.

His name was Guido.

They killed him years ago.
During a strike.

In his blood were ideals, love, rage.

And now it's drying on the ground
like the piss of a dog!

The Lady Caliph

Mine is a true battle
fought against the shadows.

The Trial and Death of Socrates

Doberd�! Doberd�!

No use looking for it.
It was I who took the gun. - Why?

For the same reason as you.

To kill...

or to kill myself.

When you're witty, you've got
the same sad face as your mom.

In a family like ours
and with this confusion

it's always better to
get rid of a gun.

Listen. I'm trying to defend
what is mine.

And what will be yours.

If that's for me... then take it.

But don't use it loaded, it's better.

And I'll tell you one more thing.

Every day I pray God not to
end up like you. - To what end?

I showered you with money.
I'm showering you with money.

They cost you too much. I want to enjoy life
and not make others enjoy it.

STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!

They've removed the security devices.

They risk going up along with the ovens.
- How many of them are there?

10 or 15.

What do you want to do?

I'm going to have a chat. I've
always persuaded my workers in person.

You only risk getting killed.

Or worse, humiliated.

Listen.

I'm not God Almighty nor Mussolini
therefore I'm not infallible.

I understand the strikes. I even understand
the occupation of the factory.

But your attitude
I don't understand it at all!

Yes, I know, alright,
you're doing me harm.

But you understand you're doing harm
to yourselves. Or don't you understand?

Oh, yes, I know each of you.
You! You!

And you too. I hired you personally.

So what does your crazy attitude mean?

Yes, alright, to have a down
on the boss, good heavens

we completely agree on that.
I too was a worker

and whenever I could,
I would stick it up my boss' ass.

But, when I was thinking,
I knew how to use my head!

I know you. You're Marchini Giovanni.
Do you need anything?

Tell me, I'm here!

You too. I don't know your name
but I know you've got family.

Do you need anything? Speak up!

I got it. You're playing heroes.

But you don't realize that
you're not heroes.

You're automatons.
Standing there, motionless.

Moreover you make me
cut a sorry figure.

They even warned me.

Look, Doberd�! Look!

But why? Why?

I've always treated you like
God Almighty. You too.

We're not responsible for this.
It's got nothing to do with the Union.

Hotheads are to blame.
- So what are you doing here?

And what do you represent?
- People are exasperated.

Because 600 workers have been reduced
to penury in a factory in this town.

Not in mine, it's nothing to do with me.
- It does. You and the same old mafia

whose president you are.

Explain which mafia? - The one which gave
money to the owner of that factory

until it suited you, then
you threw him overboard.

That factory is superfluous.
- Not the workers!

The owner is a bankrupt because
he was a failure, that's the truth.

Anyway, a commission
of experts will decide today.

Today, you'll definitely condemn him.

Hey! Have you come to give a lecture
or a Trade Union speech?

I've always allowed you to come here
but to talk about figures

not about morals.

Where are you going?
You're mad to go out now.

Come with me so we're both crazy.

Drive on.

If she's crazy, so much the worse
for her. - What shall I do?

Move your leg from the brake
to the accelerator.

I told you to drive on.

Doberd�, remember
the end of Mussolini

I work, you work, we work,
they exploit

You're not going to dine? - No, later.

Has he arrived already?
- Yes, he's there. - Alright.

Sorry for making you skip lunch

but my factory has to be cleared
and the work must resume.

Without orders, I don't move.

You know something? I'm a prick.

You're might be the Chief Constable,
but I'm a prick. End of story.

Every time you needed a kindness,
I bent over backwards to help you.

And now when I need something, no.

Sorry, I don't want trouble.
- I'm sorry too, and how.

Here, speak here.

With whom? - You know very well.
Say that some people have been hurt.

Given that it's not enough for you.

Ferrari Giovanni

Corelli Margherita

Mazzini Stefano.

Lago Francesco

Piellaro Antonio...

Help me.

I don't know who I'm talking to
but I'll say it all the same.

I feel all alone.

You did it on your own initiative

with an amateurish management
which we deplore.

Tell him straight that he was
a megalomaniac and a fool.

I heard him with my ears affirm:
'The more debts I run up

the more the Government must help me. "

"I enjoy myself amid debts. "
- I didn't say that at all.

Why this need to slander me?

These are not slanders
but gospel truths.

With the company's crash, you threw
the town into crisis. - Then support me.

You can't throw me overboard.
- You want to blackmail us?

Silence! Silence!

This is a meeting, not a rough-house.

If the banks still support you, so much
the better for you and the worse for them.

We're through with you.

I'll have to go bankrupt
and dismiss more people.

The riots will never end.

That's a problem for you and
your conscience rather than your wallet.

I no longer have a conscience...

Nor do you by doing away with me.
He said that.

You're axing me because
I did it on my own initiative.

I didn't share my policy with yours.

There has been a regular vote.

Doberd�...

Don't be their accomplice.

Remember that the responsibilities
will then fall on you.

Because you're the biggest.

Doberd�...

I'd like to look you in the face.

Listen...

The reasons why you,
besides being the secretary

of this, say, assembly...

are also my personal aide

we both know them.

We both know too that
you're doing your own business.

But today, before the ovens

when you wanted to detain me
I thought you were honest.

I don't understand.
- It doesn't matter.

It's just that, for the first time,
seeing you honest

I got scared.

It came instinctively to me.

You too, for a change, seemed
spontaneous in your gesture.

Yet...

Nowadays power doesn't need
heroes nor lions anymore.

It needs poets, doesn't it, Bisacco?

What do you want?
- I've told you.

To look you in the face.

You don't want me to understand why
you too let me go under?

I was one of you, till yesterday

but I can't consider you as others do.

What do you want to do?
- Stay here, all night long.

Tonight, at least

I don't want you to sleep,
because of me.

Go to bed.

You've had an awful day.

Forget about him.
- What do you want to hear?

Look!

He doesn't want to leave.

He wants to keep me awake
until tomorrow morning.

He even deserves respect.

And I'm taking up the challenge
because my conscience

is stronger than his blackmailing.

I have to manage to sleep here,
all night long, before him.

What's wrong?

I'm afraid. - Afraid of what?

You're always afraid when
we make love.

The last time, you feared
you might get pregnant.

You feel like having a shower.

The smell of jail sticks like hell.

I don't get you.

You don't want to get it.
You're just a stud, nothing else.

It's no small thing.

Everyone is going crazy.

Something terrible will break out.
I can feel it.

I've always sensed such things.

I've got the instinct of a beast.

It's like a curse.

Smile!

More, come on!

Eh, what a pity.

What?

You've got this profile like a God.

I'd like a son with your face.

This is why I don't feel like
telling you to go to hell!

Although, in here,
you're empty like a pumpkin.

You know what?

I'm glad I don't get anything!

How wonderful!

By understanding everything yourselves,
you're a big pain in the arse!

Wake up.

Wake up! He left.

When? - Two hours ago,
when I woke up.

Make me a cup of coffee, please.

The hotheads are missing.
Everyone else has clocked in.

Fine.
- Fine up to a point.

The factory where dismissals took place
has remained occupied.

It'll be a big hassle. - It was
a rotten fig and it fell down.

The tree, like you can see,
remained sound.

You know something, Bisacco?

I like you more when you talk
as a reverend than as an expert.

That's life.

Yesterday they didn't feel like
working, today I don't feel like it.

Well done, Miss.

Let's see what bullshit
they've got today.

They say that we were deft
and you acted firmly.

Firmly? No way.

We were lucky. Lucky.

Look.

If many have returned

it's just because they put a spoke
in their manipulator's wheel.

If you want to spit in my face, there's
no pane today. - So much worse for you.

You not only spit haphazardly,
you also speak without thinking.

Stop it. If it's for yesterday,
throw me out and that's that.

Not yesterday. Today.
I'll explain it to you later.

Why you use 'tu' with me?

And 'you', then?

Hey, you! Come here. Come closer.

You too, yes. Come.

Look at her.

You all saw her yesterday
when she spat at my car. Good.

I want you to look at her today
returning to work for me.

Like a sheep.

No, I don't have a down on her.

The thing is she's the living symbol
of a stupid and idiotic system

one which spits and chatters

which is also a vulgar thing.

You know it.

You must admit that I've always
tried everything to avoid vulgarity

in here.
- And he was never able to.

Let me see that purse, please.

Why?
- Please.

Lipstick, face powder...

Mascara...

The photo of a man.

Ah, so you are a woman.

Surely, had I spat in my boss' face

today, I would have at least
put a bomb in that purse.

Sure, today. But there's also tomorrow.

And the day after tomorrow.
And in a month.

There's time.

Besides, if I don't throw the bomb
someone else will.

Don't be in a hurry, Doberd�.

You want everything at once.

Back to work.

The bomb can wait.

They blocked it and no one knows how.

Open up. It's me, Doberd�.

I wanted to greet you.

You already did that this morning.

No, I wanted to greet a ham.

Now, I greet a man. - What d'you want?
I've no time to waste.

Then, go away!

And to think that
it cost you a billion. - Yes.

It stole the bread from
a whole load of people.

Yes.

And you can't even open it.

There are only few minutes of air here.
I've also blocked the device.

Fanatic.

Extremist.

Slut.

Can't you see how one
can hate a name like yours?

Couldn't you choose another one?

I love to see you
captive of your billions.

Alright, then. I'm game.

It's always been my dream
to die among the billions.

Now you want to know
if I'm afraid of dying?

I'll tell you right away.

I am.

To be faced with death means
understand many things.

Has it ever happened to you?

Never.

When did it happen?

Yesterday, he hung himself.

They exhibited his coffin
in the occupied factory's courtyard.

And the widow permitted
this tragic farce.

Something needs to be done.
- Now?

HE WAS OUR EMPLOYER
THE EMPLOYERS KILLED HIM

For years you insist
on giving me two pillows

and you know very well
I can't get to sleep with two pillows.

And now, with one pillow,
the blood is rushing to my head.

A lifetime with my leg out of the bed.
Why do I have to sleep this way?

Eh?

You want to work your way up.

When you're asleep, you always remain
on the same grade as a civil servant.

At midnight in bed.

8 hours of sleep.
The doctor tells you that as well.

Punching the clock then sleep.

But why?

Listen. Everything always worked out
well for us.

What's going on?

I'm asking myself the same.

Gianpiero, for example...

Let's not start
talking about kids, please.

Alright, we won't.

But then if I tell you that
Gianpiero went away 4 months ago

you'll take it out on me, not him.

Sorry, he went where?

India, Mexico... I don't know.
He hasn't decided yet.

India, Mexico... To do what?

Nothing.

You know those who do nothing.
That kind of people.

Boys and girls. All together.

India, Mexico...

All together, doing nothing.

Not bad at all.

Why not in Polynesia?

You want to stop him?

What are you doing now?

Something I've done thousands of times
when I can't fall asleep.

Going out for a breath of fresh air.

Why did you come?

Out of pity?
- I've come because I've come.

And you, others...

What does this mean?

What's the meaning?

There are also things in life
that mean nothing...

Like showing the body
to those who killed him.

Be honest.

You believe this sham?
- Everything has its use.

To start with, you came.

And more people will come, perhaps.

I don't think anyone else will come.

To them, there is nothing but these!

But, there's dignity too.

And this rotten world
no longer knows it.

I know you've all scraped a living.
I've done it too

and we'll yet do it again!

But you'll never get rid of
a satisfaction like this one. Never!

Al�, al�, come!

Come!

Come on, come!

Why are you standing there,
for God's sake? Come on!

Move!

Peace be with them, Monsignor.

Peace...

I do want to bring peace
to this town.

But the Government must first solve
the problem of the occupied factory.

Therefore, re-open and re-employ
the workers immediately.

The Government, to use this word

says no.

Then they're doing right
by spitting in our face.

First the Government paid 12 billion
to that poor wretch who hung himself.

Then, overnight, backs down.

For this reason, you're the accomplices
with us in this death.

Among accomplices, then

it's better if you smooth this thing over

before the stain widens.

I would have to risk 12 billion
to save your pretty face? Oh, no.

The money is mine, not the Government's.
- It's not true.

You know how you got
a part of that money.

So, we've come to blackmail.

Okay.

What's this stuff?
- The best game of the day.

The rottenness that was between
you and me, put in a fair copy.

Where was it?

What do you care? What matters is
that it's no longer there.

There.

Now you owe me one favour.

Look at them.
Trampling on their own informing.

Their betrayals.

Why are we staying here?
Let's go. They're the usual crooks.

Whether in blue jeans or black hat

this is a land of sewer rats. Fascism!

So much for leaving.
You need a submachine gun.

We have to call the police. - Let
these blessed police sleep in peace

at least for tonight.

I'm hungry.

Let's start.

I said we could start.
- Yes.

Good evening everyone.

I too want some ham.

I'm beginning to like you, Doberd�.

When did she leave?
- When you fell asleep.

It's not at all true
I popped in here by chance.

I've come here on purpose.

To piss you off.

And I'm not even a voyeur.

I'm older than the two of you
put together. "Good God"!

May I?

Whatever.

Sorry.

Just to introduce myself:
I mean nothing to her.

You too, don't fool yourself.

For such women, men are
nothing but God's oversight.

Your watch.

It peeves you

that I've just made love with someone.

Tell me.

How long since you made love
with a woman you like?

I've never had time to choose.

Anyhow, a good while ago.

Who is he?

My husband. When he was young...

and alive.

Would you make love with me?

You're too big

to feel such little things, aren't you?

And now apologize to me.

There!

On your knees! Go, come on!

Like this?

You do everything this way.

With women, with the workers.

With life!

Head-butting.

You're always shouting!

Learn about silence once and for all.

Teach me.

Here.

So, around here
this is all your property, all of it.

There's just one thing
you couldn't own yet.

That house there.

This time, your money's not enough.

Whose is that house?

Say it, if you know.

Your dad's.

People say he's a lunatic.
In my opinion, he's likeable.

He never wanted to sell his house
because he thinks the same as me.

He says: "A whim, dear God,
never pays off".

What nice shoes you have.

How does it feel for someone like you
to be born here?

Stupid question.

You see that stain up there?

It's the damp.

It's always been there
since I was this tall.

It has never got bigger
nor smaller. Always the same.

It's exactly the sign of a misery
which doesn't change.

That's why I left this place.

I didn't want to have that stain
over my head.

How does it feel?

Some people keep the damp.

Some wait to have it removed.
I get rid of it myself.

So, what do you expect from me?

Well, I'm going to bed.

There's a nice big bed up here.
It's 1,20 m high.

The mattress is made of horsehair
and the sheets smell like cinders.

It's such a pleasure to sleep here,
once a year.

If today I loved your son,
I did it for you too.

OK, I'll re-open the occupied factory.
But what do you expect?

It's like giving a manicure to someone
suffering from cancer. - How strange.

Doberd�, such a pessimist.
- Far from being a pessimist!

I've got where I am with realism
not with optimism.

And with that same realism
I'm asking 3 things from you.

One.

The minister must know I'm doing this
for him and exclusively for him.

Two: I must negotiate with the Unions
at the cost of stooping to compromises.

Three. You must know I'll be using
some quite special methods.

Do you get my point?
In a town of shitheads like this.

I wonder if it's worth striving
to tally money

with humanity?

Perhaps, there's no answer.

We'll see how it'll end up.

Nowadays, to have some peace, you must
find the strength to stay still

like a bonze.

What are you doing?
Come forward.

This is where you produce
your money? - Here.

Please.

Wow, what a lovely view.

They're not wrong at all.

They say you copied this office
from Mussolini.

When they come up here to reply to you,
they're too out of breath to say no.

I need it, because from the way one walks,
I can understand what he's made of.

The step of the son of a bitch
is unmistakable.

Why? People with a different step
come too? - A few cripples.

Let me see what you mean.

Now that you've seen I don't walk
like a son of bitch even here

I'd really like to look your friends in
the face, even the most fanatical ones.

Those who swore to kill me.

What if they really kill you?

That means they keep their word.

Doberd�! Doberd�!

Stop it! Enough!

You have sworn to kill him.
Then do it now, it's time.

You have sworn! And you...

You too!

Get it into your heads that if you
don't do it now, you'll never be able to

because you'll have to respect him.

Let them decide on their own.
I'll wait outside.

But, you were the first one
to spit on him

in front of everybody as well.
- It's true.

It's different now. I couldn't stand him
but now I believe in him.

I can swear to you by God that
he's not a fool, but a man.

A man who, like us,
is trying to understand.

Since he came here,
he has a solution. Let's listen to him.

There are no solutions. We've considered
every solution and you know that!

If you think this way,
then you're a hypocrite!

Keep calm.

Stop it, come on.

Stop it! Enough!

I'm a worker, with a family

with kids

as most of you are.

You're acting like a bunch of
hooligans. - Let it go!

Can't you see they go about
their business, not ours! - Think!

Even if we defeated Doberd�,
what would we achieve?

We have to resist in a wider struggle!

There's not this occupied factory only.
There's everything else!

There are wages. Freedom.

Lots of issues that are surfacing.
- I'm for listening to him.

You, go away!

You should learn how to better use
the words in front of them.

And don't forget that
if we're hooligans

he'll always continue to be
what he is: an employer!

We've been locked up in here
for 3 weeks like dead people.

Employer or not, I want to hear
what he has to say to us.

You're being bribed! He was less dangerous
as an enemy than as a friend.

Go back.

Sheep! You're cowards! Cowards!

Those four assholes are capable of
fucking up our entire movement.

But, the occupation goes on!

At the cost of remaining just the 3 of us.
- What else d'you want to do?

What drives me mad is that
they still need a God!

In there, they say there are thousands
of things to be changed. Alright.

Let's begin right now
with one of them, tangible.

My offer is this.

Joint management.
We'll all become employers.

You will put up your work
and we'll be partners.

And this assembly will have the control.

But, the Unions must back me.
- Yes, yes.

Everything you said is all right.

But what do your other friends
think about this? - I have no friends.

Guys, I'm very tired.
I'm especially tired of the chatter.

So, I'll bring you facts, proofs.

We made it, Doberd�! We made it!

No, stay here.

Who was that?

Someone who doesn't know me yet.

He wanted to look me in the face.

Let's go.

Doberd�?
- Yes?

Have you ever had a night swim?

No, I was always
stuck up when I was a boy.

Then, when I grew up,
I didn't want to learn to swim.

Holy cow, what a starry sky!

What are you doing?
You're all wet. No!

The stones are hurting me. Hold still.

My husband's body is rotting
in storage at the graveyard.

Why?

You know perfectly well.

Of course I do.
To hide him like an embarrassment.

You granted him neither God nor man.

It was you who hid him
like an embarrassment by putting him

in the square like an embarrassment.

In the middle of that factory.
- It's true!

Now I'm the one asking you why.
- I thought it'd do good. - Who to?

Those? - No, me.

To get that image out of my head.

Of him, hanging up there,
like a beast. In our house.

You've gone through this thousands of
times, why can't you understand me?

A funeral like this, today,

in a city still a mess...

what's the use?

Give me one logical reason

and I swear that
I'll grant you this funeral.

There are no logical reasons.

There are just the hours when
I gaze at him where he is

and it seems like ages.

I came to ask God to save
the soul of a man.

That man is a suicide
and the Church can't do it.

Don't you worry. I don't want to
get you into trouble.

I'll turn to God directly.
- How?

Hear my confession.

Then?

And then in order to defend
the interests of a town become hell

I hung a man.

He was guilty?
- Like all of us.

Could he have been saved?

Why are you asking me that?

We're together in this hell.
You tell me if he could have been.

Yes, he could've.

It's absurd.

What?

I have the power to absolve you

whereas no-one can absolve me.

Communists!

Communists!

Do you know what looks
impossible to me?

What?

This silence.

It's absurd that such a silence
might still exist.

And I can feel it.

I told Gianpiero today he could leave.

Remember that trip?

What? You were shocked by the idea.

What has changed?

I don't know.

I only know something's changed.

And now it's almost better
if Gianpiero leaves.

And to think there was a time

when we were going through hoops
to find a place where we could make love.

Everywhere.

In the most incredible places. Remember?

Maybe I'm crazy,
yet, there are moments...

when I feel it'll still be like this
between you and me.

It doesn't matter.

Right, it doesn't matter.

Good God,
how can I explain it to you?

It's not easy at all, you know.

What can I tell you? - Nothing.

Because I already know
what you've got to tell me.

And maybe I know a bit more than you.

What do you know?

With all the people standing over us
in a town like this

you really think there's no snitch
who comes to tell you...

that your husband is getting
his eyes opened by a slut?

And what did you reply to
the snitch?

Provided he really opens
those damn eyes

I'm game!

And I'm opening them, good God.

Because I've always liked sluts.

Am I right? - Absolutely.

Can't call jolly the man
who leaves the taste

for cunt and is happy hence.

Giorgio Baffo,

pornographic poet
from the early 18th century.

He was also Casanova's master.
- Well said, Prince.

Indeed.

You know what's interesting about us?

Perhaps in business we're stabbing
one another in the back.

But we can always agree on
matters of principle.

Anyway, like we always agree at table.

You know what I said to my wife

speaking of a certain thing
I guess you are all aware of?

I said this.

"Those bastards who came
to you as snitches"

"Doberd� opens their eyes too".
Is that clear?

I think I'm right, no?

Absolutely right, I think.

Beaujolais.

I told you there would be a nice surprise

worthy of our old friendship.

You might've asked yourselves why
this strange seating arrangement.

I'll explain it right now. Open up.

Come, do come forward.

Look.

Look what a nice selection of samples
I've brought to you, haven't I?

Please, take a seat.

If someone is not satisfied
with the person next to them

they can even change seats. The main thing
is that you agree between each other.

And you girls, remember,
don't be uneasy.

We look like men-about-town,
but we are just newborns.

We're opening our eyes right now.

Come on, Prince.

Well, why all the long faces?

You got offended
because I gave you snitches?

Fancy how they took it amiss.

Dear friends...

and dear girlfriends!

Just listen here...

and you should listen too.

Sure, I'm speaking to you as a prince

as someone who for centuries

has been used to whores and employers

and who knows how to take
such things as a professional.

You're saying we are pigs.

All right...

Everyone here?

Then, let's take it as pigs.

Cheers!

Cheers.

However much I saw and read

and thought and studied

I found not a pleasure

more beautiful than that.

It's still by Baffo.

Throw in the towel.

Once they obtain what they want,
they'll resume bringing you down. - Who?

The hooligans that were spitting in your
face and who you're in league with.

I'm not in league with anyone.

This assembly wants to know
what's behind your stupid demagogy.

He must tell us.

Do tell us.

He's a visionary, like all those
who are trashing this country.

If you mean I've lost a few billions
by re-opening that factory, you're right.

It was an utterly unproductive
operation. - But humanitarian.

So humanitarian that no incident took place
in the factories controlled by you lately

while in ours... and how!

You chose the wrong system. - We don't
have your ability for scheming.

Can you repeat that, please?

Scheming.

You know what? I'll tell you...
- I'm begging you.

What the hell are you begging?

We've been speaking in metaphors.
for half an hour. Let's be clear, shall we?

And make it short. Short!

I will.

You want to fiddle with the Unions
and keep on sitting there.

It's a dirty double-cross.

Then, I'll give my seat
to you right away.

Silence! Silence!

We won't achieve anything this way.

Doberd�, I'm begging you!
- I'm not leaving, don't you worry.

I want to be "en amiti�"
with these dear people.

Not just when whoring, no?

Double-cross...

Scheming. Does anyone want
to add something more?

The others were pissed off,
but I'll say it to you calmly.

What you do is against the rules.
- Who made the rules?

We did. And you too.

I've changed them.
You should change them too.

Look.

I'm standing where that wretched man
who killed himself was.

You're quite wrong if you think
to put the rope around my neck.

You're so petty that it doesn't
even cross your mind that a man

might do some things
not out of interest

but because he understood

or he's beginning to understand.

Far from being a visionary.

Double-cross.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

You're going to hell.

You want to throw Doberd�
overboard? Are you nuts?

It might be the only way to save him.

By now, everywhere he turns,
he stamps on somebody's foot.

He has too many powerful enemies.

You know it better than me.

Doberd� will always pull through.
You'll see.

Someone who built this fortune

knows who to take care of. Trust me.

Put his presidency to the vote.

And if they reject it?
- They don't have to.

We're not interested in small fry.
We're interested in Doberd�...

who is giving us the chance
for a fair policy

in short, our policy.

To think it's such a basic truth

yet I have to explain it to you
each time afresh.

You too came to tell me
I should take a running jump?

How old are you?

When I saw you come in
I felt like I was 100.

Who told you to take a running jump?

Everyone.

And will you do it?

Yes.

Maybe I will.

Enough.

No, you won't!

I came to tell you
to see things through.

Without listening to anyone.

To stay close to him...

and to help him out.

I've always wondered
which is more difficult

To explain...

or understand.

Maybe both.

This is why you end up without
explaining and understanding anything.

Yet, I spent all my life explaining,
understanding, explaining...

First, the poverty.

Then, the love for a man who
had beautiful things on his mind

but too big for me

For him as well.

Then, his death.

And living all alone
after having hoped so much.

And now I'd have to explain to you
that I'm not your husband's lover

and that he's not my lover.

If we continue to stay together like this,
it's also to be able to understand the whys.

What I understood was

that I'd give my life to save him.

Instead...

I was only capable of loving him.

You know what your workers say
to console themselves?

They say that inhaling cement
makes you want to make love.

Bullshit.

To make love all excuses
are good.

The cement gives you other urges.

If it doesn't give you silicosis.

You know I was a worker too?
- Yes, yes, I know.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

This is a place for workers, right?

Look...

When they killed my husband

all I had left on my hands
was just a little blood.

It was the day I spat in your face.
All I have left of a man who was beaten

is just a little blood.

And they go on...

Go on... Go on...

You must hate them, Doberd�!
Everyone, no matter who they are!

I made a mistake

because I taught you to smile.

Instead, you were right, this rotten world
deserves nothing else but hatred.

I've simply come to tell you
I'm a coward.

Although I don't share your ideas,
I too voted for you at the assembly.

Because, even this time,
you came out the strongest.

Is that all?

I asked you if that's all?

Yes. By congratulating you,
I'm handing in my resignation.

If it's because you acted like a coward,
save it. You did something worse.

When I was in trouble, you were
one of the first agitators of the assembly.

All the more reason
to free yourself from me.

To fight against a society of worms,
having a worm by your side is perfect.

I came to wish you goodbye.

Who told you I'm leaving?

I would've liked you to.

How are things going?
- Fine.

Why don't you come with me too?

To do what? Where?

You don't know either
where you're going.

If all the sons, who are going who knows
where, brought their dads along

to do who knows what

what would happen, in your opinion?
- Nothing.

Nothing would happen.

That's what you think.

Stay still.

No, like before.

Lift up your nose.

Your nose, up a bit. Like that.

When you drink with relish, you've got
a little line like when you make love.

Here? A big line.

Your look just like you did
when you were a child.

What do you know about me
when I was as a child?

I know.

Last night, while making love,
you frightened me. - What?

I don't know.

I thought I saw in your look
even some nastiness... What for?

Just because I was a bit tired.

You, men, are capable of making love
even during an air raid.

For a woman, instead, love means peace.

Peace, good God, peace.

Drink this lambrusco, it's important.

Then, last night I realized
something else. I was watching you

and thought "you feel like saying
I'm not like other women". Bullshit.

I'm like other women.
Maybe even worse.

Look.

I swear that finding that out
gave me a crazy happiness.

Alt, stop.

Chatter, theories...

Words.

Given that we have this peace,
let's enjoy it. Don't you think so?

Oh, nice. Thanks.

Have you ever smelt a sweeter
smell than this one?

Learn.

The pesto's basil shouldn't be killed,
there's no need to grind it.

You need to put it in the mortar
and pound it, pound it, pound it!

You need to grind the pesto. Grind it!

Because when it goes over
the steaming pasta, it lets out a scream

and you must swallow
that scream. Gulp it down.

It's the garlic that dies hard.

Bye.

Bye.

See you later.

May you and your dad rot in hell!

Who... who are you?

THE END

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