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I would at least like to see you.

That always happens...

When I get that knot in my stomach.

I tried to find in others that which I wanted from you.

I usually dumped them.

The men run...

they trample.

The world is overcome by selfishness,

but you knew how to talk to me sweetly,

lovingly.

I need a little tenderness.

I only found violence.

Crying?

Yes.

Despair?

Of course.

But I'm happy tonight.

Because I know where to find you.

Now I know that the tenderness I was looking for... is in me.

Because you... are in me.

Excuse me, pardon me, for what I did...

today.

- Hello? - Hi. - Darling? - Hi.

I've arrived. - I was waiting for you to call me darling.

I'll go back to bed and you're in the office!

Damn selfish lady! How do you feel?

Good. But a little cold... without you.

You can't keep me far away! I'm happy.

You know, I liked it a lot. - Me too.

You'll see, we'll be good together.

Oh! You forgot your cigarette lighter! - How nice! Shall I come get it?

No... that's enough for today.

Go to sleep. Get some rest!

And again tonight. Ok?

- Bye. - Bye.

- My 'ugly'. - My 'monster'. I'm going to take the phone off the hook.

I don't want to be disturbed.

I'm going to bed.

I'm destroyed, but happy. Bye!

Bye, treasure. I'll see you tonight. - See you tonight.

Hang up. - Love? Bye.

Produced by

A Man for Emmanuelle - Emmanuelle!

You slept on the couch again!? (A film by)

(A film by)

You shouldn't have! (A film by)

(A film by)

I heard that you're happy.

Yeah, very... (with)

(with)

Why are you still here?

I had decided to wait for you.

I'm cold. I beg you...

Let me warm up a bit.

Yes... I'm happy.

I think that we'll get married.

I'm sorry, I drank it all.

Again!? You'll poison yourself.

You over do it.

It's bad for you.

I already told you that before

You're in the dumps?

You need to react to it.

If not, you'll go in an institution.

And maybe commit suicide,

with a dive off the balcony.

I'm going to bed. I'm warm.

You should go to bed too. Sleep will erase the ugly ideas in your head.

100 lire! Well- being! Cleanliness! Health!

3 bars of soap for 100 lire! The gift of the morning! Buy! Cleanliness! Well- being! Health!

> >... In recent days, the crisis in Arab countries... > > <

< > >... like a monk, the students from Prague... > >

< > >... the Vietnamese are still firing, both sides... > >

< > >... like that, with 30 dead in the street... > >

< > >... firing on them from their side... > >

('Psychology of Suicide', 'Self Analysis', 'The Psychology of the Profound')

What do you do? Where do you go, Emmanuelle?

If you don't want love, so then, what is it that you want?

You don't know, Emmanuelle, you don't know.

That you have too much with nothing to find.

What is it,

Emmanuelle? What is it?

Inside of you...

and who can live like this?

You can't live the way you do,

and I know it.

Emmanuelle, I know by now that you are looking for something that you will never find.

But why, Emmanuelle? Why?

Do you always look elsewhere for what you can only find in you?

That's the way it is Emmanuelle, The way it is for you.

Time flies, it passes, runs and flies and you always feel more alone.

Emmanuelle.

Why didn't he tell me anything?

Tell him that I left a message. - Ok.

Hi.

You always inform me when you leave.

You call me.

Why didn't you this time?

I'm immersed up to my neck with the violence of others.

I'm still sick... and you're not here.

There I was 8 years ago.

When I was lovesick, you sent me away without taking me.

Professor, my dear stupid professor.

Listen to me. I'm sick of knowing what I need from you.

I could... throw myself off the balcony.

There I was 8 years ago. When you first heard my desire, and you sent me away.

You sent me away without taking me. Stupid professor.

"The anguish in your stomach came from your head, from your need for tenderness."

Thanks. My dear stupid professor. I'm sick. Why did you leave?

You are the only hook that can save me when I get the knot in my stomach.

Even if you don't want to love me, why did you leave?

Today I'm afraid...

to throw myself.

Bye.

Cleanliness! Health! The gift of the morning!

3 bars of soap for 100 lire! Well- being! Cleanliness! Health!

3 bars of soap for 100 lire! The gift of the morning!

Cleanliness! Well- being! Health!

3 bars of soap for 100 lire! 3 bars of soap for 100 lire!

Buy! 3 bars of soap for 100 lire! 3 bars of soap for 100 lire!

3 bars of soap for 100 lire! 3 bars of soap for 100 lire!

My dear Emmanuelle! After such a long time,

you know what a surprise this is... and what a pleasure!

Make yourself at home!

Please make yourself at home!

Excuse the state of the place, it's so early...

Maybe if you would come more often...

Ah! There's no blame you know... no blame!

Emmanuelle, you're upset... come in, you'll get cold!

Come on! You don't feel how cold it is.

Come on, this is good, come inside.

You're shivering! Come, come.

I present my masterpiece to you... that's what they'll say!

It will be the bestseller of the 1970's

Did you see? I have the pages all over the place.

I'm used to writing right away, whenever I get the chance.

Here, my bedroom, in the kitchen... in the bathroom!

Ah! It will be huge!

'Peter Weiss'! Tell me that you like 'Peter Weiss'!

I adore him!

Tell me, why did you come here?

After so long, tell me? - Listen...

"I was pushed onto the street and beaten.

There were no places prepared to sleep.

The children... the children were crying because of the fear."

And how are you doing at the newspaper?

Don't tell me 'I'm doing great'.

It's cool, you're in the newspaper union, you write about pills.

Blue pills, red, white, for before and after...

Before... and not before.

"They knocked you over in front of a sack of corn flour... but it was rotten."

Brandy? Warm or cold?

Brandy?! At this time of day?!

Did you know that this part is relaxing?! Nice!

Plus it helps, so they say.

Emmanuelle!

I beg you, make me make love.

What?

But...

I call you and you don't come. When I invite you to dinner, nothing.

And then... no... I don't believe you!

I don't believe you.

I don't understand you.

I don't understand you.

This was a very nice interruption!

You won't believe how the book gets me down!

A lot! But if all the interruptions could be like this...

maybe at a more decent hour...

When will you come back?

I would like to read it to you!

Yes, yes, yes! I would very much like for you to understand it.

But, you're quite a piece of work!

Yes... a piece of work!

Two editors would like to work on it, but not yet!

Because I want to read it to you first, darling.

When I've finished it.

Of course, when you've finished it.

Then you can read it all to me.

I'm interested in the true opinion of a modern woman.

With all the problems of today.

Or without problems... women understand me!

You have no problems! Desire and nothing else!

You're really quite a piece of work!

Yes, yes, but I get it!

In fact, my book is for young people.

For me, writing is youth! It's life!

And therefore, I love opera! Like I love youth!

Like I love... like I love life!

Raffaello! Raffaello! - Yes, yes, I'm...

Who is it? - Please help!

Lady Francesca! What's happened?

Look what they did to me!

Yes, cover yourself. Who was it? - Those protesting young people!

You say they're protesting?!

They carried me away! - Oh!

They were furious! - Oh!

You can't walk! - Oh!

They'll club every last one of them!

Take a breath!

And relax. I'm here for you.

Clara? Can you bring the box?

This way Lady Francesca. - Thank you Raffaello.

(Lingerie)

Emmanuelle! How are you treasure?!

Please, I want to make love.

Sorry, I didn't understand that? - I want to make love.

Don't move, I'll be right back.

Raffaello! - Yes, yes! Here it is!

Let's see how this one is. - Yes, let's see how this one is!

Nice, huh? - I like it a lot.

Also very in style!

It doesn't work. Look, it's split one part here the other over here, It's not possible!

Treasure, let's notjudge. It takes two pieces to make a nice bosom.

No, I want to see something else. - Don't despair!

I'll find you something more simple in all these things!

Let's see how this is - This is quite the pair.

I like the color. - Raffaello!

Alright, OK. - Raffaello!

Please excuse me for a minute. - The night- gown for the lady!

Flesh colored! Just think, I'll look nude!

Who is that? - A client.

Can I help her? - I don't think so.

So then?

There were just two spectacular blondes, two foxes.

Come on! - They were like two "Bluebelles".

One was speaking French. - Yes, well, it's like the Bergamo dialect.

Dear Clara accompanied them in the fitting room to try on the lingerie. Treasure!

At a certain point we heard a scream...

and you scurried out of the fitting room shouting: "Sir! Sir!"

Why? - Dear, they were two men, two 'tomboys'!

How did it end? - Treasure, I helped them!

Oh Raffaello!

It's very beautiful.

You know what it means to offer yourself to a man in a cloud of silk...

and not cold, nude and disenchanted.

It's "I'm here. Take me darling!" We'll recreate a little mystery, treasure.

Let's pretend that you still have something to discover. That sash is marvelous!

And the feel! - And the length? - Look at it in the mirror please.

See how you look! See how you look!

It's beautiful, right? It would be splendid on you.

Clara, pack this up for the Lady. - How much is it?

For you, nothing. We'll mark it down.

Once again, send my regards to your husband.

That he may always have his health and prosperity.

Raffaello! The lady is waiting! - Yes, I'll come immediately!

It's perfect! - It's not the same size, it's too small!

Come on! It's hot! Very hot.

Why don't you go without? - Don't be rude.

What can you do with all this baggage?! These bad things haunt me!

No... - Everything falls into place, Treasure. - It's scary.

Don't worry! I have a surprise for you! - Yes?

Ok. - Don't get excited. You stay here and I'II...

What a duck! So, Emmanuelle, tonight I'll take you to dinner...

Here... now.

Here, now?

Come. Come here.

Raffaello? - Wait for me, treasure. - Raffaello, where are you?

Treasure, Lady Francesca? A flower!

It doesn't work. It's divided. One part over here and another there.

Dear Bianca... Bianca love?

Bring me the... the... - Pig! - The 'FIower of Youth'

Raffaello! How are you! - I didn't recognize you, you look so young!

- Yes, yes... - How beautiful! What a nice hat! - Do you like it?

- It looks like something... - Here it is. - Thanks. It looks like a box of sweets!

- Goodbye dear! - Goodbye Raffaello!

This looks good on you.

Take it off!

No, rip it off! - What?

Don't be crazy. It's expensive pure silk!

Expensive?!

No, I meant... expensive, but...

It's not worth the effort.

And your wife? - Where is she?!

Do you betray her often? - I've never betrayed her and I never will.

She has. - Yes... yes, what?

She betrays you. - Whore!

You? - She betrays you. - Don't try to tell me that. - Yes, she does it with everybody.

She's a big whore, I know, but I'm the one who wants it that way. I like it.

No you don't.

She's the one who likes it. You support her and she betrays you.

I like it...

Everybody knows. - No, dear... - Yes, you're a cuckold. - Stop it!

A cartoon, a joke!

I...

Listen, Emmanuelle...

Before... - Raffaello? Yes? I'm coming!

I was saying that before... - Raffaello? Got it! I'm coming!

You were joking!

Raffaello!

Wait, before you go, we'll talk again. - The lady is waiting! Yes!

Here I am. So, then... - What's wrong with you today, Raffaello?

Nothing, just a little migraine. Oh! I think that's it! - Yes, yes.

I told you that this would be perfect. - Yes. - Good.

- Excuse me for a minute Lady Francesca. - Of course.

Wait! Where are you going?!

Emmanuelle! Emmanuelle!

Tell me you were joking? - No.

What do you mean 'no'? - Everybody knows.

Everybody knows? With whom? - Oliviero. - Oliviero?!

Raffaello! - Yes? Don't go, I'll be right back.

I'm sorry. See? We fixed everything. - Thank you.

What about this button? - Leave it! It's ok. - No, no, no...

Who are you? - A tall thin body that's pleasant to the touch.

Handsome, I would say. It's useless to look for the soul.

What are you doing there? Are you frozen?

You're all black. I will call you 'night'.

Cheers, stupid night in a funk.

You seem like a blocked sewer.

I'll call you sewer.

Or 'beggar'. Yes, little beggar.

"Chang�"! Voil�"!

Yes! Handsome!

Handsome, yes! Almost perfect!

You never have to ask! Never!

Give! Always give!

You start. Take my anguish. It always ends up here.

Kill you? A lead transplant in a non- existent organ?

It's loaded. A gift for you.

Anguish is a non- existent organ.

It's never yourself. You become a fixed target. Take aim... and you shit yourself

Disguises... moving targets.

Against everybody... and give, give, give!

Handsome.

I don't want to know what you have. Maybe you have cancer. Give, give!

I'll give you the pistol... but don't use it here.

I'll heal you.

Of course.

Otherwise, you're the only idiot that's looking...

for love?

Fool, there's no love... and if there's a gram of it left, it costs too much. Idiot!

Come, come! I'll give you the gift of my touch.

Skin on skin...

and there's nothing else.

The smell of a good thing!

I'll heal you! Yes, I'll heal you!

There's a way to open a fool's mind,

to not feel the pain of the anguish you have here. Here!

There's a way to spit out the soul and the thoughts that are with it.

To laugh over it! To disguise it!

It's never easy to hit a fixed target.

So let's burn! A little fire to heal the fool!

Smoke!

It's all smoke!

There's no more conscience, no more soul!

There's no more pain!

There! There's no more anguish! Anguish!

Clouds of pink smoke... pink smoke!

Voices that sing and laugh.

You're healed! The idiot is healed!

Healed! Healed!

I'm sick! I'm sick!

Healed!

I'm sick!

I don't heal like this.

It's just like before. Worse than before!

Now there's vomit! You don't know how to help me!

You don't even know! Not even you!

You don't know how to help me!

Attention please! Swiss air announces the departure of their Geneva flight, gate number 14.

(French) Attention please...

Hello? Is the professor there?

Ok. I'll call back.

Miss? Miss? Do you want a ride?

I'm going to the city center. Come on! Come, please.

Where do you want to go? - Take me away.

Do you have plans for lunch? Where are you going? What are you doing?

Kick the bucket. - Here? Now?

At midday? While everyone's eating?!

Let's go to a motel, or I'll go to your place...

if you have a safe place.

Do you have children? - Yes. - Do they believe you, love you, obey you? - Yes.

One day they will shoot guns. - I don't think so, they're good kids.

They'll shootjust to do it.

Why don't you shut up?

You have your hands on my thighs and don't want to talk because it disturbs you...

when you eat, drink, or sleep. Everyone should shut up!

Silence imposes violence. Like noise. - Yes.

Do you know how the silence that you impose will break your son?

He'll shoot with a machine gun. - Where are we going? It's agony here in the car. - Yes...

- I'll give you a gift. - Your daughter will prostitute herself to be able to talk.

You could also just get out.

Does your wife talk when you make love?

She doesn't ask if you like it or not because you taught her to shut up!

All men like it. It's like opening a faucet. Didn't you know?

We have to start with the brain. - You can get out or I'll throw you out.

You want? - I'll throw you out. - Do you want a word for us to spit on? - Yes, out with it.

- Tenderness! - Get out of here, Go away! - Yeah, I'm going. I'm going.

How filthy! They all come to me!

Where are you stupid professor? Where are you?

Did an accident happen to you?

You know what tenderness is, you know.

I was soaking with sea water, and you were waiting for me in the dark,

fully dressed on the beach.

"Are you cold?" "No."

You started to laugh and put your jacket on my shoulders.

I was a virgin and I had chosen my first man...

because it's us who choose, but you didn't want me.

"I'm a friend of your father's." A friend of my father's

"Idiot" I said to you and I thought...

I was all disappointed, ashamed, and angry...

because I knew that your tenderness was the last in the world, dear stupid professor.

The last tenderness.

Whiskey. In the morning?

Why aren't you eating, silly?

You're getting drunk? - Not anymore.

So you're down? Is it a man?

Tell me. - What will that do?

There we are. Here you are ma'am.

Finished? Would you like another? - Take it. Eat now.

The lady will have what I'm having.

Very well.

It was a pleasure to meet you today.

Why are you getting plastered in the morning? Are you in love?

"Already, there's a rotten apple in the pigsty that you walk upon."

Do you like that saying?

The pigsty...

You're getting plastered because you're in love. Take the plunge!

React! Throw yourself, it's in style.

What's come over you? What's wrong?

A knot... yes, here.

Eat!

What do we do? Do we split it?

You're cute. I also told you that a long time ago.

I saw you again and I was stuck to you like a stamp.

Is that what you were thinking about? - Roughly.

Roughly!

Do you dislike it? Does it bother you?

It still doesn't.

It still doesn't. Mind your own business!

You've always rejected me, but today you're afraid.

You're afraid of everything, of your foolishness, your confused morals.

And also of me. - I hate you.

You're beautiful.

You know that I like you.

You're drunk. Today anyone can pick you up.

I will be sweet and good, you'll see...

like no man in the world knows how to be.

Why don't you chase me away? Why don't I go? I'm afraid.

I can see you're upset. Maybe you're also tempted.

If I manage to catch your eyes, I'll convince you.

In reality, you'll only disgust me.

You're integrated and ambivalent, and you think you know everything.

You like a man and you take him. Same with a woman.

If I don't take you today, I'll never see you again.

I lost you for a little while, but you've remained inside of me.

Look at me Emmanuelle.

I beseech you, I beg you!

Look at me! Look at me!

You fight violence with violence.

Look at me, I beg you!

Look at me!

You talk about sweetness, but you're using violence too.

I hate you! I hate you!

You're crying upside down and inside.

It's my moment.

If you were to die, I would be happy... no, that's not true.

I hate you! I hate you!

I'll wait for you. - No.

Bye. - Bye.

How long have we known each other?

"From the time in which two women were left alone..."

because the men had gone out to hunt dinosaurs."

"And when they returned they threw them on the beds..."

"to calibrate their power."

Do you like it? - To break it into pieces... yes.

A man gave it to me, break it into pieces.

No... no! Bye!

Look, look at this! - It's true. - What does it mean?

I'm wasting my words here! - Sandri, what do you have to say about this?

So, I'll see you tonight. - Yes, at 9, but please...

no ceremony or pompous presentations. Only handshakes.

Above all, what they'll ask me, what they'll ask!

Without fear, without remission, like... if they would be in battle!

You'll see that I'm not afraid of anyone. Go, go! - See you later!

Good, good. When did it arrive? - 15 minutes ago.

So? - We'll put it on the second page. - Let's wait for tomorrow.

So we can see what the others do. - No, put it in! Fire, fire!

Learn to always shoot first. - Ok. - Go, Go!

Sandri! Look! We have a hole in the fourth page, what should we put in it?

A hole? Isn't there a film review?

No, it hasn't arrived. I don't think they did it.

This new generation of critics! They go to the cinema and enjoy themselves.

Then because of the ideological remorse, they don't know what to write. Bourgeoisie!

Put some country festival there. - Very well!

Hey, hey!

Tell Grassi that I let his piece through.

I looked at it again... more raw, more fierce!

Either you confront the beast, or you change your path, got it?

That Grassi, that Grassi... I would like for him to be more decisive, more...

Go, go, go.

There are already too many seminarians here.

Hello. - Hello.

Excuse me.

And Emmanuelle arrives. A little pale, but she's here.

Just getting here now? We've been looking for you all day.

You're really crazy!

You disappear when you want and reappear when you feel like it.

Are you trying to catch the attention of the director?

Any news today? - Well!

The usual driver burned to death on the highway... You know.

Today it's running... and you don't have time to think that everything's going to rack and ruin.

On foot! On foot!

We've made history with these feet!

Anselmi? Anselmi?

Anselmi, where are you? I've been looking for you for an hour!

You know that you always have to be... - Did you see him?

We sent him to the meeting. He's the one that invited the big hold up!

Do you know what topic they decided on from that one there? A tube!

Good! - Thanks, thanks.

"Put it in and we'll become friends", he said.

"Put it in!"...No, no!

"Frame it and we'll be friends", I say. - Us? - Thanks! Good!

Politicians from religious houses!

Bigots!

Did you know that not even one Chinese person went to that meeting? Neither did I.

I don't make bad impressions, not even upon departure!

They're not communists, they're "crap- unists"!

We didn't have instant food, we made our way on the mountains...

in the town squares, with blows, with our tongues, with this!

What courage!

Ow, ow, ow! - What did you do? Show me. That's a bad cut!

That's bad! He needs to go to the nurse. - That's nonsense. - A doctor!

No, it's nothing. - I beg you. - No, come on... - You're losing blood!

I want... hey, slowly! Slowly!

It's only one finger... - Stop resisting.

What did you all come here for? - Let's go!

Ow! Ow! Slowly! Slowly!

Careful! He needs bandages. Do something! Calm down!

Do something! - I've drunk the rain and bathed in snow!

We've put dung on the roofs! - Please!

I've seen cadavers and blood!

Blood of the wounded and unjustified violence!

It's all useless, it doesn't do any good! Why? Why? - Come on let's go!

Emmanuelle, where are you taking me? Where are you taking me, Emmanuelle?

It's deep, he's damaged the tendons.

How did it happen? A brawl?

What do you mean? A brawl? As if! Who wants to "brawl" anymore?

It was for a woman? It needs to be reported.

No! It was a dumb joke.

We'll overlook it.

Look, it will be painful, I'll anesthetize it.

Anesthesia?! Sorry, doctor, but that's useless.

I've always fought and endured with a clear head.

Colleague, you find yourself in front of a live event.

Men reveal their true selves through pain.

I would like to see a "crap- unist" here...

and in bed!

I bet they wear cashmere long johns.

Do it, do it please.

Scalpel.

Now we'll do a nice suture and there won't even be a scar.

Forceps.

You're beautiful, Emmanuelle.

(Whistles 'Bandiera Rossa', a famous Italian communist song.)

Congratulations, other men would have collapsed.

We've put everything back in order.

Now, I recommend that you go to bed and have yourself a nice rest.

Don't worry if you run a fever and you must keep your arm like this.

Please, higher. Like this.

I recommend that when you move, you must do it very slowly. Slowly.

Come back to have the stitches out in 6 or 7 days.

Always keep your arm up. And I recommend that you go to bed.

The bed is what this needs, you must rest as much as possible.

Goodbye, and please go to bed. Don't leave the bed!

"I beg you, make me make love."

An experienced man like me...

wavering and reborn because of a very simple whisper...

that only a liberated woman can turn into poetry.

Love is action, action is desire, ideals and belief.

Hey! What did you take? Have you gone mad?

Why did you rip it off? Where did it go? Why?

Where did you throw it? - What? The little Madonna, that medal.

I don't know. It was rolling over there. - Rolling? It's a word.

Where did it end up? Damn! So many holes in this flophouse!

Of course you deserve a better place, a first class hotel, I know...

but it's very dangerous for a well known man like me, everybody knows me...

with all the union bylaws, the left- wing conventions, the meetings.

These are the rules of a politician.

Oh... I'm saying this for you, not for me.

Where did you throw it? - I don't know. - Absolute madness!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

What a shitty room!

Light! How about a little light for christ sakes!

I would like to know why you ripped it off me, it's mine!

And... in fact it was a gift from my mother!

What's that?

Darn it! 10 lire.

Imagine if my mother knew that I lost it! What a mess!

If I don't find it, I'll say that the party said it was forbidden.

I don't know about this sadistic urge you young people have for throwing and ripping off.

Where is it? - I don't know! It was over there!

Over there? Easy for you to say! At least look!

Look! To the right or left? Where?

Where?

Ok... ok... we'll look later.

Emmanuelle? Emmanuelle... - Enough, let me go. I'm fed up.

Emmanuelle! You're fed up because of the chain?

A chain from a mother is also poetry.

They fight and die for chains too, damn, god!

You don't understand anything either!

Emmanuelle!

Hi. - What did you do today? - I traveled alone, without you.

Take this, you forgot it. - Oh! My hat.

You seem like a parrot so high up.

Parrot! You see me as a parrot?

Yes, on his perch. - Parrot?! An angel!

An angel that saves, that destroys, that kidnaps with his wings,

that frees and kills with his sword of fire!

How decadent I am this evening!

Oh! What a nice dog!

Come here dog, come... up. Come here, come, up!

Come on!

What do you want, cheerful? - Is it yours?

They gave it to me. - Boo, boo... - He belonged to an American.

He should be a good guardian, but he's full of complexes. - Nice.

He and I don't communicate anymore. Sooner or later I'll psychoanalyze him.

There, good. Sit!

You read all of them? - No, I devour them. Will you have some?

"The 18th Brumaire of Louis Bonaparte" Karl Marx is indigestible.

It's my thesis... how disgusting!

That's it, that's homogenized. Oh how I'll prepare it for you, then...

It's all very simple. Over here. It'll be perfect.

So, a little oil, two cloves...

Two nutmegs. - Pepper! - Yes, pepper, thanks! Pepper, very good.

Also cinnamon, then... I've already put this.

A clove of garlic. - Parsley, bay leaves, and hot sauce!

Thanks! Very good, very smart. Intelligent, intelligent.

So then, parsley, bay leaves... - Bay leaves. - Where is it? Here's the hot sauce. - Hot sauce.

Do you want it well done or rare?

Ah! And the pill! - The birth- control pill? - Yes

Love with violence.

The violence in love.

No... no!

No.

No, no! I don't want it!

No!

Are you happy?

That's 30,000 lire dear. Come back when you'd like. You liked it? You didn't like it?

Who gives a damn!

Give.

Always give.

I give.

The pistol, the pot, and this nerve- racking effort...

to help you with your anguish that is only the need for violence...

the pleasure of violence.

Cured?!

Ugh!

I give, you should give too.

30,000 lire dear. And come back when you'd like.

Here's your coin. - Thanks.

Leave her alone, I know her. She lives across the street with a friend.

She's a mama's girl, very proper. Let's go to the cinema. - Yes...

I know those proper girls, all you have to do is poke them in the right spot.

Stop it! Let's go to the cinema. - Good evening.

All set... - Let's ask her too...

Emmanuelle!

Emmanuelle, I just woke up. I was hoping to find you. Want to come with us?

Gianni's outside waiting for me. We're going to dance with Gigi, Laura, Franco and Bobby.

It's really a misfortune, right? - What?

You didn't go to the paper today? You didn't read it?

- No. - That professor of yours that lives behind here...

He was burned to death in his car on the highway.

Emmanuelle, I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking.

Listen, go home. I'll be back early.

Bye.

Wait for me.

Answer!

Answer!

Answer! Answer!

Answer me, Answer me.

('Burned to Death on the Highway')

What are you doing, where are you going, Emmanuelle?

If you don't want love, then what is it that you want?

You don't know, Emmanuelle.

You don't know...

that you have too much with nothing to find.

What is it,

Emmanuelle?

What is it,

inside of you

that you live like this,

and you can't live the way that you do.

And I know it, Emmanuelle,

I know it.

By now that you are looking for something that you can't find.

But why, Emmanuelle,

but why,

do you always look elsewhere

for what you can find only in you?

That's the way it is, Emmanuelle.

The way it is for you. (Helga: From the World of Young Women's Intimates)

Time flies, it passes, runs and flies

and you always feel more alone.

Emmanuelle!

For a moment I thought I was overwhelmed...

but I reacted with anger.

The love in violence,

the violence in love.

No...

because I know tenderness.

They wanted to break bread in a sort of black communion...

but I'll do a white communion, to erase, to erase...

Sorry, but I want to forget, to erase.

I ask you for forgiveness.

Wait for me.

Forget, erase...

Forgive me...

Wait for me. Forget... - What is it?

Emmanuelle...

Directed by

Featuring

Content by Cesare Canevari inspired by the story "Disintegration 68" by Graziella Di Prospero

Screenplay by

Director of Cinematography Assistant Cameraman

Architect - Set Designer

Music Composed and Conducted by Bass flute, TANK Musical Edition

The song "Emmanuelle" by Amurri - Ferrio Sung by MINA

Editing by Assistant Editor

Production Manager Production Secretary

Secretary of the Edition, Make up Artist Hair Stylist, Sound Engineer

Scene Photographer, Scene Tailor Head Electrician, Head Engineer, Press Office

Photographic Studio, Synchronization, With the Participation of, Negatives, Color by

Clothing, Furs, Shoes, Hair Stylist, Men's Clothing, Linens, Appliances