All language subtitles for The Decameron

Hey, this guy's killing me!

Who was that you spoke to?

Andreuccio.
I knew him as a boy.

I knew his father too,

the richest man in my town.

A great lord.

Now he lives near Rome,
and Andreuccio

has come to Naples
to buy horses.

My friend, is this enough
for that old nag?

Hello.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Who, me?

A pretty lady
would like to speak to you.

Gladly!

Then follow me, sir.

She's waiting for you at home.

Go on!

Follow me.

She's inside.

Andreuccio, welcome!

I'm not sure what to say.
The pleasure's mine.

Andreuccio, come.

Let's sit down.

Make yourself comfortable.

Oh, Andreuccio...

you must be surprised
at my welcoming you

with kisses and tears.

You'll be even more surprised

to learn we're brother and sister.

Your father Pietro

met a rich widow

during his stay in Palermo
who loved him so

that she gave herself to him.

From that love I was born.

Our father then returned to Rome.

He forgot about us completely,

as if I were a servant's child!

So I grew up with my mother,

a most noble woman.

She married me off very young

to a fervent Guelph supporter.

Sadly, his secret intrigues
with King Charles

were discovered by King Frederick,

who chased us out of Palermo

just as I was about to become

one of the most important
ladies in Sicily.

Fortunately King Charles
restored to us part of our loss

by giving land, houses,
and a generous stipend

to my husband,
your brother-in-law.

So thank God I was able to find you
and meet you, brother dear.

Well, uh... I'm glad
to find I have a sister,

since I'm all alone here.

What can you do?
Every cloud has a silver lining.

I didn't know Papa was like that,

but when a man is young —

I can understand,
'cause I came here thinking —

Anyway, thank you, sister.

Come, let us celebrate this day.

Make yourself at home.

You promised me

Four kerchiefs

I've come to see

I've come to see

If you'll give them to me

Now you can get
a good night's sleep

and be off in the morning.

Naples is no place
to be wandering at night.

Good night, brother dear.

Good night, sister dear.

If you need anything,
the boy will attend to you...

dear brother.

Good night.

Good night,
and thank you, sister.

Hey, kid, where's the —

The crapper? Over there.

Help!

I fell in the shit!

Open up, sister!

Who's that knocking?

Ma'am, it's Andreuccio,

the Sicilian lady's brother.

Good man, if you've been drinking,
go sleep it off!

I've never heard
of any Andreuccio!

Are family relations
forgotten so soon in Sicily?

At least toss down
my clothes and money.

Good man, you must be dreaming.

Damn you!

You lout, disturbing women so late!

Don't be knocking
on doors at this hour!

Be gone or you'll be killed!

You down there...

go away!

Don't come around bothering us!

Leave us in peace!

You hear me?

Stop that racket!

What's the idea, bothering my sister?

Off with you!

Be off!

I said be off!

He fell in the shit!

That's the worst stench
I've ever smelled.

Shit!

Who are you?

Me? Andreuccio.

I'm not from here.

I came to Naples to buy horses.

I met a girl
claiming to be my sister.

She invited me home to supper.

I went to relieve myself and fell in,

and here I am.

So they robbed you blind, eh?

I get it.

Listen, kid...

thank the Madonna
you lost all your money.

- What?
- That's right.

Because that's life.

And thank God you fell in the shit.

Say, "Thank you, God!"

Thank you, God.

And thank God again

for the hoax that led you here,

because you'll soon
have as much money

as there are stars in heaven.

See? Our heart bleeds for ya.

Listen...

if you're up
for a little shady business,

I promise you

it will bring you

more loot than you lost.

You in?

Yeah, I'm in.

The archbishop of Naples
died yesterday.

Minutolo was his name.

He was laid to rest in there.

In all his finery.

And with a ruby on his finger

worth 500 gold florins.

Let's open this thing.

Who'll climb inside?

Not me.

Me neither.

Let's make Andreuccio climb in.

Not me! I'm afraid!

What?

If you don't climb in there now,

I swear by the Madonna
I'll beat you to death!

Climb in! Go on!

Inside!

Christ, what a mug!

Where's the ring?

There's no ring in here.

Where's the ring?

I want to see the ring.

There's no ring in here.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.
There's no ring in here.

Is that right?

Screw you!

Go on!

Wake up!
Are you made of stone?

Get to work.

I'm not going inside.
I'm afraid.

So now you're afraid?

What kind of thieves are you?

There's a ruby
worth a fortune in there.

Aren't I your sacristan?
Trust me.

Why so afraid?
Think the dead man will eat you?

Dead men don't bite.
Watch, I'll climb in.

"Once upon a time in Lombardy,

where the Tuscan tongue is spoken,

there was a convent
famous for its sanctity

and religious fervor.

Among the nuns there

was a young noble lady

of great beauty."

Folks, let me tell this
the Neapolitan way.

Now, then,
what happened in that convent?

A nice plump nun

fell in love with a handsome youth

and would wait for nightfall
to let him into her cell.

But one night, the other nuns —
the jealous sort — found out

and caught them going at it.

So what did they do?

They went to get the Mother Superior,

but she was in bed with the priest!

When they knocked,
she was so flustered

that she mistook
the priest's drawers for her veil

and opened the door with them

on her head!

She then went to knock

on the young nun's door

while the other sisters looked on.

The frightened nun came out
and looked at her.

"I see you were
fooling around too!

You have the priest's drawers
on your head!"

After that, all the other nuns
started fooling around too.

Work is fine,
but it shouldn't kill you.

You know the convent
up on the hill?

I worked for the nuns up there.

You can't imagine
the trouble they gave me.

One would say, "Put this there!"
The other, "Pick that up!"

Another would hand me a hoe
and say, "Dig there!"

And I'd dig and dig.

And they were all so pretty,
I was beside myself.

When I left yesterday,

the sacristan asked me
to send a new gardener.

"An old man like yourself.

We can't hire a young man
in the convent."

But I didn't send him a soul,
young or old.

No one can take it in there.

And where would I find
another old man like me?

And the sacristan was right:

A young man
is out of the question.

Those nuns seem
to have the very devil in them!

You were right to leave.

A man shouldn't be
surrounded by women.

I'm the steward here.

What do you want? Who are you?

Speak up!

What is it?

Speak up!

You can't talk?

You're hungry?

Wait here.

Who's that?

Mother Superior,
he's a poor mute.

He can't talk.

He's looking for work.

Could he stay here
and be our gardener?

- Yes.
- Given that he's all brawn...

and no brain.

Yes...

we'll take him on.

Give him some shoes

and an old shirt.

Treat him well, you hear?

And feed him well.

Who's that?

A poor deaf-mute.
He can't hear or speak.

A man in our convent!

Hear that, sisters?
A man in our convent!

He can hear the call of hunger!

He can't talk,
but his mouth's still moving!

Stuffing yourself on the soup

we poor little nuns make?

He's so cute!

Sister...

if you can keep a secret,

I'll tell you something
that's often occurred to me

that you might enjoy too.

I swear I won't tell anyone.

Every woman who visits us

says there's
no greater pleasure on earth

than what a woman does
with a man.

That's why I've been thinking

I'd like to see with this mute boy
if what they say is true.

With him we don't have to worry.

You see? He's a simpleton.

He can't tell anyone.
What do you think?

What are you saying?

Don't you know we've pledged
our virginity to God?

We make promises to God
every day that we never keep!

And what if we get pregnant?

Why worry about trouble
before it comes?

Every ill has its remedy.

How shall we go about it?

It's 3:00 in the afternoon.

At this hour,
all the other nuns are napping.

All we have to do

is lead him to that hut.

We'll each take a turn
while the other stands guard.

Come down here!
Come on!

Come with us.

Hurry up! Come on!

Come on. Move it.

In you go.

Come on.

Get in the saddle!

Ride me!

Come on.

Don't you see?
Don't you understand?

Let's make love.

Come on, you animal.

Attaboy. Get down here.

Sister, it's heaven!

What they say is true.

Now you try.

Who'd ever have guessed?

Hush, sister.
Not a word to anyone.

Just you and me every day.

That's what we'll do.

It's heaven!

What should we do?

We tell Mother Superior!
This is an outrage!

You're right. Let's hurry.

What's the rush?
Let's think this through.

It's not right
for just those two to have

what we could all enjoy.

Get inside.

Get up. Come with me.

Come here!

Do as I say!

Get on top of me.

Come on.

Are you blind too?

Be a good boy.

You have to make love to me.

Come on, show me.

Hey!

What are you doing?

What's wrong, stupid?

Keep going.

You're not done yet.
Get back to it!

Ma'am, everyone knows
one cock can satisfy ten hens...

but that ten men
can barely satisfy one woman.

And I have to satisfy nine!

Either I leave
or we figure out another way.

I thought you couldn't speak!

No, I came here on purpose
just for this job.

And what a job!

I never knew it would be
so much work!

It's a miracle!

What?

It's a miracle!

It's a miracle, sisters!

Don't worry.
We'll arrange everything

so that you can stay here

and satisfy us all
without killing yourself.

What's more, you'll be a saint.
It's a miracle!

God has made
the gardener speak!

Come here.

My love!

Peronella!

Open up!
It's your husband!

My husband's back! He'll kill me!

I heard you! I'm coming!

See how she bars the door
after I leave?

God be praised

that I have such a virtuous wife.

Hurry up!

Mother of God!

I'm coming! I heard you!

Downstairs, quickly!

I'm coming!

Get in the jar!
My husband's insanely jealous.

He'll kill me!
Stay inside and don't move!

Why'd he have
to come back so early?

He may have seen you
come inside!

I'm coming!

That cuckold!
I was almost finished!

I'm coming!

You're home already?
I'll kill you!

If you don't work,
how will we eat?

I'm tired of pawning
these rags I wear!

I sweat blood ironing all day.

My nails are worn to the quick.
Look!

My husband,
all the neighbor women know

how hard I work!

And you stroll home

when you should be at work!

Mother of God,
what a miserable life!

See what a good wife I have?

Don't be angry. I believe you.

Today's St. Galeone's day.

It's a holiday.
That's why I'm back.

And I found a buyer for your big jar.

Be happy.
We'll have bread for a month.

He'll pay five denari.

Five denari!

That's why I'm angry.

A man like you,
out in the wide world, sells it for five,

while a woman like me,
who never leaves the house,

sold it for seven

to a young gentleman who called
just before you arrived.

He's inside the jar now,
looking it over.

Sorry, friend.
My wife sold it for seven.

Let's go conclude the deal.

We should light a candle
to St. Galeone for sending you home.

Where are you, good woman?

I'm coming!
See what a fine jar it is?

Good-bye, my friend.

You offered me five,
but my wife sold it for seven.

Here I am.

How are you?

Who are you? I need to speak
to the woman I saw earlier.

Talk to me now.
I'm her husband.

The jar's in good shape,
but it's filthy inside.

There's an inch of muck

that even water won't take off.

We're not calling
the deal off for that.

Come out of there.
My husband will get in

and scrape it clean.
- That's right!

I'll scrape it good.

Hold this.

Take your scraper...

and laugh, 'cause you've made

a good deal.

This buyer was right.

This jar really stinks inside!

Scrape it clean, husband.

Let's do things right.

Higher.

Lower.

That's the spot.

It's still dirty there.

Take your time.

We can't pass up this great deal...

my love.

Keep going!

Keep scraping till I'm satisfied!

Where could anyone find

a husband like you?

My dear Ciappelletto,
things aren't going well.

You've done everything
you could possibly do here.

You've committed
every forgery possible.

You've killed people.

You've raped women.

You've blasphemed against God
and all the saints.

You're even a bit queer.

In short, my boy,
it's time you go away for a while.

Am I wrong?

Maybe you're right.

There's an important personal matter
I can't see to myself.

I have a large debt

to collect up north

from some debtors

who are so rotten

that perhaps only you
can convince them —

by hook or by crook.

Will you do it?

Yeah, I'll do it.

I'll give you the proper credentials.

Up there you'll be the guest

of two brothers from these parts.

I'll give you their address.

They'll treat you well

out of respect for me, not you.

Don't worry.

No one knows you up north.

Farewell, Master.

Farewell, Ciappelletto...

and bring back the dough!

My dear Ciappelletto,

don't think we eat spaghetti here.

Here we eat the German way.

May I pour you a little wine?

- Cheers.
- And to hell with our enemies!

Dear Ciappelletto...

how many people
will soon be miserable here!

Why?

With your reputation,
you have to ask?

Poor debtors!

- You think you're better than me?
- It's your work.

Leeches!

Ghouls!

What are you saying?

You vermin!

Filth!

Usurers!

- Now you've gone too far!
- I'm just kidding.

Kidding, eh?

My friends, we're all from Naples.

Let's stick together...

through thick and thin.
- You're right.

Naples, my home...

To leave Naples is to long for her.

The window
that once glowed bright

Has gone dark

A sign that my beloved

Is unwell

Her sister comes to the window

And tells me

"Your beloved is dead

And buried"

- She always lamented
- Too high for me.

That she slept alone

Now she sleeps

In the arms of Death

"Your beloved is dead and buried"

Hey, friend!

What do we do now?
We can't turn him out.

We can't turn him out.

What would people say?

"They welcomed him
with such honor and generosity!"

Now that he's dying,
we can't turn him out.

You're right, my brother.

People would call us scoundrels.

He's no good.
He's never even had confession

or taken communion
or any other sacrament.

People are right.

He'll die like a dog in a ditch!

If he were to confess,

I shudder to even think of it!

Because with sins like his,

there's no priest
who could absolve him.

In the end he'd still die
like a dog in a ditch!

My friends, come here.

I don't want

to cause you any trouble.

I heard what you said.

And I agree:
Things could happen as you say.

But they're not going to.

I've committed so many sins in my life

that one more sin on my deathbed

won't matter.

So go and find

the most pious priest in town,

and bring him here
to give me confession.

I'll do the rest.

Everything will be fine.

Hey, brothers,

will someone look out?

A man is dying!

Call the most pious priest
you have!

We'd had a lovely meal, Father.

Wine, ham, all the trimmings.

That's right.
We shared it all.

And God knows

he was in such good spirits,

poor man.

We were all singing.

Bad luck always finds us!

Poor Ciappelletto.
Now he's sick in bed.

Mother of God...

have pity.

Have you been guilty of avarice?

Don't misjudge me, Father,

just because
I'm in those usurers' house.

- That bastard!
- To hell with him!

My father left me
a very large inheritance...

which I gave entirely to the poor.

And of what I earned,

I kept half to live on

and gave the rest to the poor.

Then tell me, if you would...

have you ever sinned
in lechery with a woman?

He's queer!

I'm as pure as the day I was born.

God bless you!

And the sin of gluttony?

Oh, yes, Father.

While fasting,

I craved lettuce so badly!

Lettuce?

My son,
these are sins of no account.

But Father, there are many sins

I haven't told you yet.
- Like what?

One day I happened

to spit in the house of God!

My son, that's nothing.

We priests spit there every day.
What else?

There is one sin

I've never confessed.

I'm so ashamed!

What is it?

Every time I think of it, I cry.

Oh, how I cry!

I'm sure God will never forgive me.

There are no sins God won't forgive

when a man repents

as sincerely as you.

My sin is too serious.

You're kind to pretend

that God would forgive me.

Confess it...

and we'll pray together.

I can't!

Confess, my son!

I can't, Father.

Try, my son!

In the name of God!

Very well.

Promise to pray for me
and I'll tell you.

When I was a little boy,

I cursed my mother
over a little milk!

My very own mother!

He's dying
and doing all this for us!

He really must be a saint!

Your sins seem so grave to you.

Friend, even if you'd helped

to nail him to the cross,

so deep is your contrition

that he would pardon you.

What did you say, Father?

My dear mother...

who carried me in her womb
for nine months...

day and night...

nine months in her womb...

...his faith never wavered.

But you wretches,
at every twig that catches your feet,

you curse God,
our heavenly mother,

and all the heavenly host!

Now you may enter

and venerate this saint.

We can take shelter over there!

Yes, let's stop here!

Let's get out of this rain!

Come on!

Come on, run!

I'm coming.

Mother of God,
what a downpour!

- Welcome.
- Gennarì!

Gennarì, did you pray for this rain?

Well, you got it!

The Lord never refuses me anything.

Let me introduce the Master,

though he doesn't like
being called that.

He's a great painter from the north —

Giotto's best pupil.

He's come to paint Naples.

I'm very honored, Master.

You have anything
to keep the rain off us?

We'd like to be in Naples
before nightfall.

You have anything?

Only a few rags,

but if you'd like to use them —

Thank you.

Put that over me.

It's still pouring.
Take care, Gennarì.

Have a good trip.

Master, do you think

that if a stranger saw you now...

like this...

he would ever imagine

you're one of our greatest painters?

Where are you going?

These men represent the church

that has commissioned your work,

and those are the nuns
of the convent.

This way, please.

To your health, Riccardo.

And to yours, sir.

Apples, oranges,

and all the flowers in France,

for Caterì, Giuseppì,

and now you're it!

One, two, three, four...

Caterina, don't let me die of love.

Don't you let me die of love either!

It's up to you.

Say just one word...

and save both my life and yours.

Riccardo,
you know how they watch me.

At long last we can talk here.

But if you want to sleep with me,

suggest something I can do
without shame to myself,

and I'll do as you say.

My darling...

the only way is for you to sleep

on the terrace above your garden.

I'll climb the wall somehow.

If you're brave enough
to climb that high,

I'll find some way
to sleep on the terrace.

Caterina, where are you?

It's so hot!

This heat is awful!

Mama, I couldn't sleep last night.

What heat are you going on about?
It's quite cool.

Mama, you forget

that we girls are much warmer

than you older women.

True, my child.

But what can we do?

If you and Papa are willing,

I'll put a bed up on the terrace
above the garden

and sleep there.

Listening to the nightingale's song
in the cool open air,

I'll sleep much better than in your room.

All right, my daughter.

I'll speak to your father.

Caterì, wake up.

Caterì, my darling.

Give me my first kiss ever.

Afterward. Lie down.

Riccardo, my love.

Let's do it again.

Let's sleep a bit now.

Let's go see how our Caterina

slept with her nightingale.

Giacomina, get up!

Come see your daughter!

She caught the nightingale
in her hand!

- How can that be?
- Come see.

- What's all this about?
- Come see for yourself.

Quiet now!
She caught him, and he'll be hers.

Riccardo's a fine boy
from a good family,

with plenty of money.

We couldn't make a better match.

Our servants are armed,

so if he wants
to leave here alive,

he'll have to marry her now.

His nightingale will be
for her cage alone,

and no one else's.

Wake up, you miserable pair!

Riccardo and Caterina,
let's resolve this now

before I have to call in my men.

Sir, forgive me.

I know I've done wrong
and deserve to die.

Do what's right

for your honor.

But if you can forgive me,
don't kill me.

Riccardo, this was no way
to repay my affection

and trust in you.

But youth has made you
commit this fault.

To avoid death for you,
and shame for me,

which only blood
could wash away,

I ask you to take Caterina
as your lawful wedded wife.

Of course I'll marry her!

She'll be my wife,

and you'll be my father-
and mother-in-law!

Giacomì, give me the ring.

Caterì...

in the name of God I do thee wed.

Now get some rest.

I'm sure you could use it.

He's still not here.

These artists!

Forgive me.

Please excuse me, brothers.

Back to work, boys!

Come on!

Come on, boys!

Let's go!

- Stay a bit longer.
- Lisabetta...

I have to go. It's daylight.

Lorenzo, stay.

I wish I could.

Good-bye, Lorenzo,
until tomorrow.

Brothers!

Wake up!
- What's wrong?

Our sister's sleeping

with our Sicilian apprentice.

With my own eyes I saw her

come out of her room naked.

I'll kill her!

Let me go!

Stop all this! What are you doing?

Calm down, for God's sake!

He's gone mad!

What are you doing?

Will you settle down?
- Enough!

- Are you sure about this?
- I saw it with my own eyes.

We'll pretend we don't know.

Anything else
would risk our honor

and let everyone know of our shame.

Let's wait for the right moment

to avenge our honor

without anyone else finding out.

Good day, gentlemen.

Lorenzo, how are you?

That's enough for today.

It's a beautiful day.
Let's go for a walk.

Come with us.
You deserve a rest.

Sister, we're going for a walk.

Be good!

Lorenzo, take a piss with us.

It doesn't cost a thing.

Make room for our boy.
- Of course.

Did you think
we weren't like other men?

You were wrong.

You understand?
We're just like other men.

Lorenzo knows that.

Look how that Lorenzo runs!

Lorenzo, wait!
Where are you going?

Here we come!

We're gonna catch you!

Wait for us!

You all right, Lorenzo?

Let's sit down here and rest.

This is the coolest place
on our land.

Sit down, Lorenzo.

There are no servants
or masters today.

This will wash your eyes out!

Freshen up your mouth.

Down the hatch!

Come on, jump.

Come on, jump. Let's go.

Run, Lorenzo.

What are you doing?

Run this way.

Run!

Why?

Come on, run this way.

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Brothers, forgive me
if I'm disturbing you.

What do you want?

Is Lorenzo back yet?

We told you:
We sent him away on business.

If you ask again,
you'll get the answer you deserve.

Lisabetta, get back in the house,

and only come out with our permission.

Go on.

If we have to tell you again,
you'll be sorry!

Lisabetta, you keep calling my name.

You're sad I've been gone so long,

and you reproach me with your tears.

I can never come back,

for that last day you saw me,

your brothers killed me...

and buried me out there.

So wait for me no longer,
and call my name no more.

My brothers,
I haven't left the house

in a long time.

May I go out

for a walk with the maid?

Go, and enjoy yourself.

Go ahead, but come back soon.

And be cheerful.
We like to see you cheerful.

I'd like to take all of you,
my love, but I can't.

It's basil from Salerno — the best.

We'll sprinkle it
with rose water and orange water.

Let's go, Pietro.

We still have a long way to go.

We've traveled far together,
Pietro,

from market to market,

just to earn a bit of bread.

I imagine
we must be near your house,

at least from what you've told me.

Yes, and I can repay
your hospitality at last, Don Gianni.

Thank you, Pietro.

But don't expect
a house as nice as yours.

I have just enough room for me,
Gemmata, and the donkey.

But at least you have a pretty wife.

Thank you.

I do have a pretty young wife,
but still —

We'll manage, dear Pietro.

In fact, my wife and I
have arranged

for her to stay
with Zita, our neighbor,

who's happy to take her in.

And you'll sleep with me

in our little bed.

Pietro, my husband!

Mother of God!

What's wrong?

This is terrible.

What will we do now?

Zita just got married.

They're celebrating
at her house now.

She would get married today!

Where'll we put our friend, the priest?

I can't sleep at Zita's
with her fool husband there.

Don Gianni...

this is my wife, Gemmata.

Very glad to meet you.

Christ be praised.

Don't worry, dear Gemmata.

I'll be fine.

Actually, whenever I like,

I cast a magic spell

and turn my mare into a pretty girl.

I sleep with her...

and then I change her back

and use her for my work.

So no matter what,

I'm never apart from her.

Everyone drink!

Shall we all drink from your tits?

All cuckolds!

Pietro.

What?

If that priest is such a good friend...

I was thinking...

why not have him teach you

his magic spell?

Then you can turn me into a mare

and carry everything
on the donkey and the mare,

which will be me,
transformed by the spell.

I'll be an obedient mare,

and we'll earn twice as much.

And at home you'll turn me
back into a woman.

What do you say?

Don Gianni.

Don Gianni, why don't you
teach us the spell

to turn my wife into a mare

and then back into a woman?

Please, for the love of God.

You see how poor we are.

Do us this favor.

It wouldn't cost you anything.

Do you really believe I can?

Yes, I do.

All right.

Then I'll teach you the spell

early tomorrow morning.

But you'll see

that the hardest part

is sticking the tail on.

Remember

that I wouldn't do this

for anyone else in the world.

And only because you insist.

But if you want
the miracle to happen,

you must do exactly as I say.

Now, Pietro...

watch me closely,

and don't forget what I tell you.

But above all,

if you don't want to spoil it all,

no matter what you see or hear,

you mustn't say a single word.

I'll be mute as a fish.

Let's pray to God

that the tail sticks on well.

Now, Gemmata...

strip naked.

Stark naked?

Yes, naked...

as a newborn babe.

Come on, get undressed.

Now get down like a mare.

You hold this lantern.

Let this be a pretty mare's head.

Let this be a pretty mare's mane.

Let these be
a pretty mare's legs and hoofs.

Let these be
a pretty mare's flanks.

Let these be
a pretty mare's breasts.

And let this be...

a pretty mare's tail!

I don't want a tail!

I don't want a tail!

Pietro, what have you done?

I told you not to say a word!

I don't want a tail!

You've ruined it by speaking.

It's impossible to begin again.

Impossible.

I can't do it.

Woe to him who dies in mortal sin.

They say that whoever repents
just before he dies is saved.

What kind of place
do we go to after death?

What do you think?

Who knows, Meuccio?

What do you think heaven and hell

will be like, Tingoccio?

That again?
You want to see me dead, is that it?

Who knows? I might die first.

It's all in the Lord's hands.

- Meuccio.
- What?

Let's make a pact.

The first one to die

lets the other one know

what it's like.

Yes, let's!

- You swear?
- I swear.

So do I.

I'm in mortal sin because of you!

Then so am I, because of you.

Because if I'm your lover,
then you're mine.

And if a woman commits mortal sin
by screwing her lover,

then he commits mortal sin
by screwing her.

Holy Virgin, forgive us!

What's one sin more or less?
Let's do it again.

You're as pale as a corpse.

You're crazy.

Say what you want,

but if you keep it up like this

with your girlfriend,

you'll be sorry.
I tell you, fool that I am.

Do you even think
about your health?

No, of course not.

I'd like to screw around
with my girlfriend too,

and she'd be willing.

But I think instead
of the salvation of my soul.

When I die, I want my soul
to be without sin before God.

Yes, my dear,

I told poor Tingoccio so many times.

"Two or three times, okay —
but no more."

But the stubborn man wouldn't listen.

Month after month he did it —

five, six, seven, eight...

nine times a day!

He never stopped. Poor Tingoccio!

And look at him now.

Meuccio.

Who's there?

It's Tingoccio.
And per our promise,

I've come to tell you
of the other world.

Welcome back, my brother.

Are you saved?
Or are you a lost soul?

If I was lost, how could I be here?

That's not what I meant.

What I mean is...

is your soul damned to hellfire?

Not yet...

but because of my terrible sins,

my sentence is heavy,
and I suffer greatly.

Is punishment the same for all?

No, some burn in fire,
some are boiled in water.

Others freeze in ice,
and others sink in shit.

Tell me...

can I do anything for you
here on earth?

Yes, indeed.

Have masses said,

pray, and be charitable.

All these help us a lot.

Don't worry. I'll do as you say.

I have to go. It's almost dawn.

So long. Take care.

Wait!

May I ask a question?

For all your screwing around,
how were you punished?

What can I say?

When I got there,

I met someone who knew
every one of my sins.

I thought that for all my sins
with my girlfriend,

my punishment would be worse.

I was shaking with fear.

Someone asked why I was so afraid,

and I said...

"I'm guilty of terrible sins

with my girlfriend.

We did it so much

that I'm here now."

They just laughed.
"Fool! Don't be afraid.

Here we have nothing
against screwing around."

Meuccio, I've got to go now.

Be good.

Lover!

It's not a sin!

Go get the wine.

Here's the wine!

Now we'll all get drunk!

To your health!

To your health!

To your health, Master.

To the Master, who's created
a great work of art for our city!

To your health,
and thank you, my friends!

Good luck, Master,
with your next work.

This good wine
is the spirit of Saint Anthony!

But I wonder...

This wine is bliss for us to piss!

Why complete a work

when it's so beautiful
just to dream it?