All language subtitles for La Strre

Sergio, you'd better hurry
if you want to take me to the office now.

She's there again.
- Who, dear?

That old lady.

Who is she?

I don't know, but for the last
several days I keep running into her.

I'm sure it's a coincidence.

No, she's following me.

Why should she be following you?

Who knows?

Come on Sergio get dressed, it's late.

Do you mind making the bed?
- Who, me?

Yes, the maid's not coming in today.

Nice way to make up the bed.
Come on, get up, I'll do it myself.

What is it?
Has the old lady put you in a bad mood?

She's disappeared.

There she is.

Well, why not confront her
and ask her what she wants?

What for?

Sergio, why don't we get married someday?

I'll think about it.

I'm introducing the idea,
do try to think about it.

Who are you living with at the
present time? With Dorothy?

No, I'm alone.

Would you like to put me up for a few weeks?
You know how I hate hotels?

And Martha?

She threw me out.

What, you're joking.
- No it's true, really.

She got tired of me and
tossed me out on my ear.

I've got my things in the car.

Excuse me, be right back.

Who's that lady? Do you know?

What does she want?
- She was looking for a news stand.

Who's that woman you
were talking to just now?

The one in the white coat?
- Yes, an odd character isn't she?

If you ask me she's
a pain in the behind.

Why, what did she want?

She messed up the news stand
looking for an ad, bought nothing.

What was the ad?

Something in the want ad
column on the last page.

Lorna, may I leave you for an hour?

Even two if you wish.

No, one's enough.

Have a little something bothering me.

See you later.
In the meantime get lunch ready.

I will.

Anybody here?

To your left, one more flight.

Am I wrong or haven't
I seen you somewhere before?

Come on up, Mr. Logan.

You know my name?

Well, here we are, face to face.

Disappointed?

It depends.

Won't you come in?

My name's Consuelo Lorente.

I consider sunlight the worst enemy
of old things. Will you please sit down?

I prefer to stand.

Will you have a drink?

Nice quiet place you have here.

You live alone?

I'm a widow.

And you haven't found any consolation yet?

Why do you use that tone?

Why have you been following me?

I remember the first time I saw you
was in a restaurant near the Pantheon.

Ever since then everywhere I go,
everywhere I look I seem to see you.

Isn't it just coincidence?

Tell me, this advertisement
is a coincidence as well?

"Wanted for cataloguing
manuscripts in a private library,"

"a young graduate from
the University of Salamanca,"

"knowledge of Spanish, English and Arabic."

"A bachelor with no family attachments,
born in Rome of English parents."

How many people have answered that?

So far you're the only one.

I guarantee nobody else will.

Because this advertisement describes me.

It's true I did follow you.

My first impression was that
you were the man I wanted,

but I needed more information.

To know you better.

Am I... your type?

Your profile is of no importance,
and it does not have to be pleasing to me.

You're here to work.
- What at?

It's written in the advertisement.

Nothing else?

If you have no intention of accepting,
why did you come?

Legitimate curiosity I should think,

since I was the subject
of such ardent attention.

You'll be handsomely paid.

How much?
- 300,000 lire a month.

That's rather a low offer.

I might raise it slightly,

and besides you'll have the
best room in the Palazzo.

You mean I'm supposed to live here?

Course, it's better for work.

Well let's say,

400,000 a month.

Plus room and board of course.

For this kind of a job twice
as much wouldn't be enough,

even three times as much.

Young man, what are you driving at?

Look, there aren't any manuscripts,

and there isn't any
library to be put in order.

The only thing which needs
putting in order is you.

And that isn't quite my line.

You're quite vain, aren't you?

Vainer than I had imagined.

If a woman interests herself
in you it's only because she wants

to devour you?

That's usually the case as you should
know if you've been following me.

So far I've seen you mainly
devoured by young animals.

And I don't intend to change.

I'm sorry to mortify your vanity,

I don't want a lover but only someone
to take care of those manuscripts,

because the library exists.

Come, I'll show you.

If you're looking for a librarian,
you'd better get another man for the job.

Sooner or later someone will show up
with the same qualifications as in that ad.

I won't insist,
but come and look at the library

so that after leaving you
may think anything of me,

but not that I'm a liar.

Your newly acquired friend won't run away.

I'm only asking for a few minutes.

This lift was put in by my husband,
in his last years, he was getting old.

He was most extraordinary,
and his manuscripts

are the only precious
things I have left of him.

They're the memoirs of
our life, of mine and his.

You see what state it's in?

It needs putting in order.

Why have you just decided now?

You think you're the first?
It's a torment.

There are few who are fit to do this work,
much less the one I have now.

You've already got a librarian?
- A brainless, good for nothing.

Foolish and without will, who's only
succeeded in making me loathe him.

Why don't you sack him?

It's not easy making him leave.
It's difficult.

My main hope was that you
would enable me to get rid of him.

That's a bit much, isn't it?

If you were to come here,
he wouldn't behave like he was master.

Well, what else does he do?

Apart from not cleaning up the library?

The most important thing
would be that of transcribing

and arranging the parts my husband
had barely sketched in the memoirs.

I wouldn't be able to do that.

You're the right man for it,
which is why I picked you.

What do you think? You'll have to work on
some boring maudlin and saccharine story?

Read a page.

Just read at random.

You've been assuming the wrong
things since you've entered my house.

Read it, and you'll see.

You read it, if it's so important to you.

"Here we were both at
Pamplona during the fiesta."

"When the bulls are allowed
the freedom of the streets"

"and the youngsters go after
them completely fearless."

Ever see it?

Most exciting.

"Well then, I closed the back
door that lead to the patio"

"and saw Consuelo in the arms of Louis"

"who was still excited over
his victory in the arena."

"She looked radiant, and her
lips each time they withdrew"

"from the mouth of Louis whispered
sweet tender words, soft and indistinct."

"At my entrance, she turned
and her eyes looked straight into mine."

"It was like a melting embrace."

See, how colourful the style is?

"She smiled and blew me a
kiss by which she meant"

"that even in the arms
of another she was mine"

"and mine only forever."

"Infidelity had become a state of grace
in which we felt a more perfect union."

"At that moment, Able appeared behind me."

And what did Able do?

Read it and find out.

Is all the rest in this colourful style?

My husband and I were never
afraid of what was prohibited.

Now, don't tell me this doesn't
interest you and you prefer what is banal.

Common little adventures.

I believe you don't but that's your affair.

I only wanted you to know that these pages
contain the tenderest expression of feeling

that man could dedicate
to the woman he loves.

Are all the manuscripts about you?

They begin with our encounter in Mexico.
I was 16. The world was mine.

Like all things beauty fades
but I don't regret anything.

I face the sunset with serenity.

Well, seeing that we're being confidential,

I must confess that eroticism interests me.

but not in an archaeological sense.

I ought to go.

What's wrong?

Doctor Romani, please.
It's Sergio Logan.

Marco? Look there's a woman sick here,
can you come over right away?

I think she might have poisoned herself.

I don't know, she took some
sort of a potion and collapsed.

To hell with the police, you come over.

It's a palace on the Largo Del Moro.

Yes, I'll wait for you. Hurry.

Madame Lorente, what have you done?
What was in this?

Go away.
I'm better. Go away.

I'm better. Can't you see I'm better?

I'll try and get somebody.
- Don't call anybody.

I'm better.

You want to know who I am?

My name is Aura, I'm her daughter.

Your mother's not feeling well.

Just a moment ago.

It's nothing serious.
- She drank something and fainted.

It often happens.
- I've already called a doctor.

A friend of mine.

This is the cup she drank from.

For some time I've suspected
my mother takes drugs.

It's only an impression but
I understand her.

It must be difficult to grow old
when you've been a famous beauty.

Will you help me bring her to her bedroom?

Her room's here.

She'll come out of it before long.

She's the dearest, sweetest
person in the world.

How fresh her skin remains.

30 years ago, you'd have fallen
madly in love with my mother.

I prefer to run the risk with her daughter.

Risks are easy to talk about.
Can you truly love?

Do you want me to prove it?

Come, we'll let her rest.

What will you do now? Go away?

Actually, I was looking
for an excuse to stay.

Perhaps I can wait for my friend
the doctor to arrive. Meanwhile...

I might show you the rest of
the house if that would interest you.

Anything else interesting apart from you?

How about the chapel?

Great people have celebrated mass here,
even a cardinal who later became Pope.

And your father? - He was the Mexican
ambassador to Rome for many years.

He always lived here with my mother.

It's a pity to let it go
to rack and ruin like this.

It costs too much to have it repaired.

We're not very rich.
- Perhaps you waste too much money.

Librarians, following people.

When my mother needed money,
she sold some antiques.

My mother has spent a fortune
going to clinics all over Europe,

especially in Switzerland.
The Swiss are specialists.

In squeezing money out of you?

No, in combating old age.

My mother won't surrender to time.

That's funny, she told me
exactly the opposite before.

She's a liar.
Lying like all old people do.

Have you ever stopped to think how
interesting it must be to be a confessor?

To rifle through the souls
of so many people.

God only knows the things
this grate has heard.

You've the same pretty way of
leaning your head on one shoulder.

Who?
- Your mother and you.

Your movements are more
similar than your looks.

We've absolutely nothing in common.
Nothing.

What else would you like to see now?

Your room.

Perhaps later.

Did you really believe my mother
wanted to seduce you before?

How did you know that?

You were spying on us.

Do you like forbidden things?

Very much. I'm curious.

Come, I'll have you see the garden.

Did you like that scene with your mother?
- Amusing enough.

Especially when your face
was filled with terror.

You also know why I'm here?
- Because of the ad which you turned down.

Were you sorry?

Can you give me any better reason
than your mother did why I should stay?

Perhaps.
- What are they?

Good food.
- I'm on a diet.

Peace, tranquillity and silence.
- I'm claustrophobic.

A lovely room facing south.
- My constellation's the north star.

But the room's next to mine.
- You keep the door locked?

No.
My door doesn't even have a lock.

That's the first persuasive argument.
- There are others.

There's only one important thing:

Be like your mother in her
temperament when she was young.

I see my mother's made
a great impression on you.

My mother brought the seeds from Mexico.

She makes a kind of tea with it
and that's what she drank before.

Mother refuses to sell the
palace because of the greenhouse.

She's afraid the plants
won't grow anywhere else.

So long as I'm here I'll bring her a few.

You mind?

Blasted little beast.

They got over the wall again.
Chase them away.

Hurry up you've got to
chase them out of here.

You just need a few stones.

They invade the garden, the greenhouse.

Why such a fuss over a few cats?

My mother and I don't know
what to do to get rid of them.

I'm an expert in plants too.
I grow herbs for cooking.

Why don't you invite me to lunch?
- You mean you'd stay?

Of course.

Over there are some yellow berries.
Will you go pick me a handful?

Yellow berries?

You got up?

But why didn't you stay in bed?
- I knew the doctor was coming.

Yes, I called him. What are you doing here?

I came to connect the electric to
the bell or I wouldn't hear if anyone rang.

My daughter gave them to me.

She passed by a moment ago,
but tell me why was she so upset?

Perhaps she saw something disturbing.

What?

There's a dead cat in the greenhouse,
somebody tortured it before killing it.

This neighbourhood is full of the most
awful kind of hooligans,

and they sometimes climb over the wall
to steal or to chase those poor animals.

Please, give me your arm.

What's your opinion of my daughter?

She's rather different from other girls.

But why did you say you lived alone?

Because I'm jealous for Aura,

and I'm afraid some ordinary common
nobody might deprive me of her.

You see Aura grew up alone,
without ambition and without any vanity.

She has no conception of
the value of her own youth.

Her behaviour is infantile
and disconcerting.

Instead of expecting the admiration of men,
it is she who admires them, quite openly,

and she always seems to be in love,
Lord knows with whom. Perhaps abstractedly.

And that is why, a chance
encounter with a common individual

might even be dangerous.

Which is why I want her to meet a man.

A man of importance.

Come and adjust the cushions behind my
back.

I'll wait for your doctor here.

What type is he?
Is he charming at least?

Very discreet. If you have
something to hide, he won't visit you.

You really believe what Aura told you?

No, don't worry, I'm not on drugs.

My daughter thinks I'm afraid of dying.

In her imagination she sees me
seeking oblivion in an artificial paradise.

You don't believe me?
Fine, think that I take drugs.

And why not if it gives me pleasure?

So you got yourself invited to lunch?

So you know that as well?

There are no secrets
between my daughter and me.

You can find her up in the library.
- Really?

I should go into the library?
- Yes, she's there waiting for you.

No I haven't disappeared.

Of course I am.
I think about you all the time. And you?

Well keep everything warm, including you.

I'll be home as soon as I can.

No, it's something very amusing.

That embalmed gentleman
is the author of the memoirs.

Your mother's husband,
your father in fact.

Excellent job, where was it done?
- In Mexico.

Very strange.
- Do you think my mother's strange

simply because she kept the body of
the man she loved more than any other?

I'm sure a lot of women would
do the same thing if they could.

I would.

Does your mother come here often?

Yes.
Stays and looks at him for hours.

So you were brought up here
all alone with your mother

and instead of "Cinderella",
you were brought up on these.

Didn't your mother
forbid you to read them?

Why should she forbid me to?

Quite right, quite right.

Remaining here for lunch?

If you do…

I'll prepare a special menu,
something erotic.

I mean it seriously. This is a recipe book.

Let us see… Côte de la Maintenon?

Here it is, how would you like
this pheasant a Leszczynska?

A pheasant stuffed with
white pepper and cloves.

Cloves too?
- Of course.

It's an appetising recipe,
but who's this Leszczynska?

A Polish princess who married Louis XV.

An erotic woman?

I'd say. When she got married
she was 22 and he was 13.

13?
Then I'll choose this recipe.

Pheasant a Leszczynska.

But I'm not 13.

My goodness, imagine the effect
that a dish of this kind must've had

on that poor little innocent child.

In any case, for your information,
I don't need it. - One never knows.

Yes, for a drink we'll prepare this one.
Pousse l'amour.

Why are you doing that?
Want to excite me?

Want to make love with me?

And without pousse l'amour, I assure you.

Do you want some music?

Music wouldn't be a bad idea.

Yes, I'll make love with you.

But…

you mustn't embrace me at first.

You mustn't touch me.

No touching? How will we do it then?

Please, promise to do as I said.

Go on, touch me.

Yes, hold me. Tighter.

I've waited you for so long.
So long.

Who's that? Your mother?

You're back again.

I'm so happy.

How long since I've seen you?

What day's today?

Saturday.

All this time I haven't seen you,
I've been here alone. With your mother.

All alone, you understand?
- Yes, of course.

What's happening?

Don't you see that man attacked me?
That's what's happening.

And you… did you resist him?
- Naturally.

You beat him, scratched him, you bit him?
- Yes. - You did?

Do you confirm this version of the facts?

Natually.

You confirm it?
- In writing if necessary.

Then… there should
be signs of bites and scratches.

But there's nothing.

Look at him, quite handsome and tall.

And likes other men's women?

Who is he?
- I've never seen him before.

Who is he? - It's nothing to do with her,
it was her mother.

She put an advertisement in
the papers asking for a new librarian.

Yes, to put a little order in this library.

To work in this library?

Am I wrong or am I addressing the late
incumbent of the job, recently sacked?

I haven't been sacked by anyone.

And no one's going to.

Who asked him to come here?
- It wasn't me.

It's got nothing to do with her.
- You, shut up.

I don't understand,
why did you had him come here?

I'm no good. You want to replace me?

No one wants to replace you,
you know you're the only one I want.

But it's not true you didn't tell him
to come.There he is in flesh and blood.

Look at him.

After all I've done for you.

For Consuelo.
- Shut up.

Do you know what I've done for them?
You don't know.

I've counted spiders on the walls, moths
in the furniture, threads in the carpets.

For many years.

A shame you couldn't have tidied up some
but calm down, I didn't accept the job.

But he didn't refuse it.
The truth is I didn't want him.

Is your mother of the same opinion?
- She doesn't want him any more.

It's true she had him come here.
Her impression was a good one,

but when she got to know him
better she changed her mind.

But you were lying on the bed together.

I must beg your pardon,
I'm sexually very aggressive.

I can't resist a woman.
- Now wait a minute.

So you don't want him?

My mother had seen him on the street
and spoke to me about him.

I was glad to have him here,
but he's worth nothing.

Nothing compared to you.

My mother's already told him to go.

And now I'm telling him.
- Hear what she said?

You're the one who's going.
- We won't quarrel any more will we?

No, my love, never again.
- Promise?

But you mustn't go away again.

You mustn't leave me alone
for such a long time.

I almost lose my senses when I'm alone,

and besides you always leave so suddenly,
without saying a word.

I get up in the morning and you're gone.
Why do you do it?

We've always been so happy together.
Yes, my love?

What's the ending of the comedy?

Good ending.

Now you can see the signs.

One moment. I'd like to speak to you.

What's your name?

Listen Mr. Logan, will you tell me
whether it was Signora, the old woman,

who told you to go away or whether
it was you who wouldn't accept the job?

What's the difference?

Big difference to me.

Please answer.

It was the Signora.
Yes she changed her mind.

You say it to put me at ease?
- For God's sake.

Yes, I know you think I'm mad,

but it's wrong not to tell me the truth.
Very wrong. Believe me.

Listen.

Thanks. Did the old woman
have anything to say about me?

Nothing good if you want to know the truth.

She hates me

But she doesn't how I hate her.

She's really quite loathsome
when you first meet her isn't she?

So why don't you take the girl,
leave the old lady to look after her books?

Not that simple.

I've been wondering how one with such a
fine girl like Aura on his hands has such…

a dissatisfied air about him.

So you wonder? Why?

I' have an idea about the old lady,
and I hope it's not true for your sake.

No, go on, continue.
Go on and amuse yourself. Go on.

Well?

Well, granted that
Aura's a marvellous girl but

if in order to have her
this were the price,

I don't think I'd pay it.

I don't understand what
you're talking about.

You've been told to go.
There's the door, beat it.

10 minutes ago, I envied you but now…

Leave.
- I'm going.

Your friend the doctor
left about a minute ago.

I explained that it was a misunderstanding.

Marco. Wait.

Too many misunderstandings
today Madame Lorente,

and the best thing to do is
to leave. Goodbye.

Aren't you going to say goodbye to Aura?

We're sorry to see you leave.
We hoped we'd found a friend in you.

A moment ago I lied to you about that poor
kitten you found dead in the greenhouse.

It was Fabrizio. A deed like that can
give you an idea what kind of man he is.

You can imagine our lives, Mr. Logan.

Two women alone living
with that kind of a man.

There's nothing to stop you calling the
police and kicking him out of the house.

He'd come back. Yes, he'd come
back for vengeance and I'm afraid.

I don't think Fabrizio's
as unpopular as you say.

And besides, your ad didn't say
you were looking for a bodyguard.

Mr. Logan, would you do me a last favour?

Would you finish lining Aura's eyes?
Her hand trembles today.

I was mistaken.
You're not what I thought you were.

It's better to go away then.

The Signora, what the devil's her name,
told me you'd already gone.

Did she?

She stopped me in the hall with a smile and
gave me 50,000 lire in an envelope. Not bad.

Then buy me dinner.
- I couldn't accept it.

She didn't want to be examined.
Said she was feeling fine.

But when I called you she looked half dead.

But who is she?
- I don't know, I just met her.

What do you think? unstable?

I don't think so.
In these cases, I rarely make a mistake.

My opinion is she takes drugs.
- Yes, that's what her daughter thinks.

And she's done nothing to stop her?
- She seems to approve it.

Why don't you do something?
The old lady might well die.

That's her business.

Is the daughter pretty at least?

She was my ideal girl.

Which is?
- A liar, corrupt.

And you've already had an affair?

Come now.
A man with your reputation?

Are you on the decline by chance?

Come on, Sergio, for consolation
I'll invite you to lunch.

No, another time.
I'll call you later.

I'm looking for a pair of angels,

Signora Lorente told me you could help me.
Can I have a look around?

Please, help yourself.

You come from Signora Lorente?
- Isn't she your client?

Yes, she is indeed.

Or perhaps you're her client?
She said you cleaned out her house.

Did she?
And what else did she say to you?

That you're trying to
take advantage of her.

She said that to you?
In other words that I'm a usurer?

No, she didn't say that.

But she thinks it.
I know she thinks it.

Maybe she's not far wrong.

I mean to sell all the family possessions
and not get enough out of it to...

Tell me, enough to do what, Sir?

To live, I suppose.

Why, for years I've been buying
antiques from Signora Consuelo,

and you have no idea
where all that money goes.

Millions, my dear Sir, millions.

To her lovers?

Spent for renovating her face.

I see nothing wrong with a woman trying
to put off old age as long as she can.

You're talking nonsense.
She's already old. Much older than I am.

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so?

Because her face still looks
young but it's quite false.

Completely reconstructed.

How old is she anyway?

Well, she's at least
twenty years older than I am.

No.
It's not possible.

That's what you think. I was settled
here before she went to live there.

She was already old.

But she has a very young daughter.

What daughter?

To my knowledge, she has no children.

But who's that girl who lives with her?
- Never saw her.

Did you come here to buy?
Or to conduct an investigation?

Lord, give me strength.

Give me strength, so that…

God, give me strength.

What are you doing?

You…

must confess me.

Name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.

I want you to confess me
and give me absolution.

How have you sinned?

I'm in a living hell.
And I love it.

I love the devil.

- The old lady.
- It's not what you think.

I can imagine.

You can't imagine anything.

Explain yourself better.

All right.

At night, it's almost as if
there were someone near me.

A sinister phantom.

It wants to touch me,

and I feel a horrible repulsion.

I know it's not anything real,
but only a mad dream.

You listening?
- Yes. And then?

I love that phantom.
Give me absolution.

Well, I don't see how I can absolve you
if I don't understand what you mean.

I'm ashamed.

Then there's nothing I can do.
- You must absolve me. Come here.

You must give me absolution. You must.
- How can I console you?

I'm not a priest, Mr. Fabrizio.

Anyhow, I know who you are.

I know you.

You're Mr. Logan.
- See? You know how to reason.

Why did you come back here?
No, no, don't tell me.

I was sure you'd come back anyway.

Friend, what's the matter?
Why don't you tell me about it?

Listen…

you and I must become friends.

We mustn't play their game,
because those two are trying to put us

one against the other, understand?

I believe you're an honest person.
- I've never been in prison.

Would you be capable of doing
everything possible to prevent a crime?

What crime?

A crime…

You wouldn't want to be an accomplice to a crime.
- No, I don't think so.

Then I advise you to
leave this place for good.

Look, let me give you
a bit of friendly advice.

You know what I think you ought to do?

I think you ought to leave here.

Really, go out in the fresh air.

Sit in a café, have a drink,
meet some new people.

Forget Aura.

Lots of other women in the world.

You don't believe me.

Yes, I believe you,
but I think your passion for Aura is…

It upsets your nerves.

She isn't a girl to take
too seriously, you know.

I understand.

You want to confuse my ideas.

You want me to think that
Aura is attracted to you?

No, I don't think that at all. Indeed, no.

You're a clever one but be careful.

That's exactly what happened to me
the first time. At first, it was a joke,

and then I couldn't do without her.

Only now, holding my own,

is a problem.

Which is why she goes
looking for other men like you.

Listen,

let's make a pact we two,

but first you must promise to keep it.

Depends on what it is first of all.

If I can convince Aura…

Just once with you.

Will you leave forever?

You're serious?

You mean she does whatever you say?
Like that?

Come for your bath.
- Aura, don't you see he came back again?

What for?
- I don't know, ask him.

Why did you come back?

I had the impression that perhaps our
conversation had been interrupted.

Come, give him a proper welcome.
Go on, kiss him.

Why should I give him a kiss?

Well I don't know, you slapped
him before and he's still here.

Be nice to him.

This is my little nook.

When I first came here
I didn't have a shirt on my back,

practically a pauper,
I'd even been in jail.

When I came out I was penniless.

The old lady gave me everything.

Remember when I first came here, Aura?

Remember, Aura?

Won't you offer us something to drink?

How wonderful you look
together at this moment.

Listen, why didn't you offer him a glass

not the way you just offered me,
but as if you were… I don't know…

He means as if you were offering yourself.

Yes, precisely.

I've already put the salts in the bath.
- Perfect.

And I've laid out the fencing clothes.

Do you sleep in them?

No, it's purely for exercise,

because you've got to keep
in shape in this place.

Otherwise, you'll end up
embalmed like the one upstairs.

I think the time has come
for you to leave us alone.

I think the time has
come to take my bath.

This time, I use my hands.

No, I'm afraid of him.

Come now, he's like a baby.

No, he's not mad.
He pretends.

He's clever.

There's one thing I don't
understand about you two.

You seem to live here together and yet,

he told me he hadn't seen you for days.

No, no. Careful.
I think he's spying on us.

No, he's just playing with
the tub, with the water.

He brought you here on purpose.

On purpose to find out if,

if I'm tired of him.

I beg you.

With him around it's impossible.
Never.

I have done everything possible.
I really tried very hard to convince her,

but she was adamant and refuses.

Don't take it to heart.
So long.

Keep your leg straight.

Are you watching us?

I'm watching.

Bastard.

Stop being a hero, Mr. Logan.
It's quite out of place you know.

Look at him, he follows us like a
miserable beggar this Mr. Logan.

Well then, shall we give him the big prize?

Don't ask me to do something
which gives me no pleasure.

Aura, what should we do with him?

I don't care. Whatever you want.

Please, excuse me now.
- Yes, my dear, you can go.

Well, Mr. Logan, do you get the point?
Is everything clear to you now?

Yes, yes, clear as day.
You're a dangerous maniac.

You've turned that girl into a slave,
forcing her to live in constant terror.

Very interesting what
goes on inside old palaces.

Now you talk of morals
behaving like all those who are beaten.

No, you must see it's really quite simple:
Aura's happy with me.

No, no. To the contrary, she hates you
because she's frightened of you.

You even frightened me a minute ago.
- Me?

I mean you no harm,
I only wanted to frighten you.

I'm not even capable of harming a mouse.

I don't believe a word you say.
Anyway, I've made up my mind.

I shall take the job.

The job's mine.

You heard what Aura said a while ago.

We'll ask Madame Lorente.

What is it?

You looking for me, Mr. Logan?

Aura is very satisfied with me,
I hope you are too.

What do you want?
- I've thought over your offer.

No, it's too late.
Tell him Signora, it's too late.

Too late for what?
- For the job, my job.

Tell him to go away.
Tell him he's not needed.

Tell him that we two,
we three, are happy like this.

Why don't you say something?

What are you planning to do?

Aura just said...
- Quiet. I'm the one who'll decide.

Is the pay satisfactory?

And you're willing to come and live
with us here? - I know all the terms.

Perfect. Agreed.

But first you must get rid
of this detestable person.

Come on, go downstairs.

I'll pack your bags and
bring them down to you.

Wait. Listen to what I have to tell you.

They'll trap you too. They'll tray you.

Stop him.

Stop.

Save her.

See… he has stripped me… of everything…

My love.

You must get rid of the body right away.

Get rid of him?

Is she serious?

Why hide it?

It was an accident,
I did it to defend you.

Why not tell anyone?

We don't want outsiders
breaking into our privacy.

I've got to prove my innocence,
I'm not a murderer.

If you think I'm testifying
for you, please forget it.

I repeat, we won't have strangers in here.

Imagine my husband's
memoirs fed to the press.

And the tie between Fabrizio
and Aura would be a public scandal.

Don't count on me.

And you?

But I did it for you.

It would mean giving me up.
You'd ruin everything.

Do what Consuelo says and we'll be happy.

I'll report it anyway.

And you must testify,
whether you want to or not.

Have no illusions that
we'll testify in your favour.

We'll testify instead that
you entered this house

and destroyed the love
between a man and a woman

who were happy together.

I'll be forced to say
that you tried to rape me,

and killed Fabrizio
because he wanted to stop you.

You two.

Together.

You wanted to get rid of him and,

I was the means, is that it?

Why don't you answer me?
I was just a tool, wasn't I?

If that were the case we'd both agree
it was necessary to bring in strangers.

That being the best way
perhaps to also get rid of you.

Don't you see that
we're concerned about you?

We don't want anyone to come
and take you away from here.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe a single word.

Say what you will.

Poor man.

I didn't even know him.

I hadn't the vaguest idea who he is.

I showed up here this morning,

and by evening I'd killed him.

By accident.

By sheer chance.

How can you say it was sheer chance?

I was near you, I looked into your eyes.

Can you swear you had no intention
of killing him at that moment?

I should've dropped
you right from the start.

Well I suppose you've
decided what to do now.

Yes, of course.

Your baggage trunk is too small,
put him in here, in my car.

Supposing they see me,
supposing they stop me?

We're both running the same risk.

However they won't be able to identify him

if you do exactly as I've told you to do.

What did you do to your hand?
Did you cut it?

Was it the sharp stones on the rail bed?

Perhaps.

I waited for you all the time.
Anxiously.

You don't say.

You were worried about me?

Not about yourselves?
- That too.

Fortunately everything worked perfectly.

All according to your mother's plan.

Why don't you run and tell her.

Sergio, don't speak to me like that.

What do you expect me to do?
Jump with joy?

You ought to feel very glad to be with me.

What do you want from me?
You and your mother?

I've got rid of him for you.

What else do you want?

Now I want you.

Leave me alone. Don't worry, there
won't be any scandal, the story's over.

I didn't want you at such a high price.

I'm worth more, much more.

We'll be together.

Come.

And now you must forget everything.
We want to see you happy.

Be nice to her.

Now that you have our full confidence,

I must inform you that
Aura is not my daughter.

Then why do you stay here?

Don't ask me questions, please.

Come.

I'm cold.

You must've left a window open, Aura.

I don't think it's cold.

Aura, go and have a look.

I'm cold.

Hear that music?
It's the music of our country.

Why do you drink that
stuff if it's bad for you?

This… is for me.

This is all.

This is life.

Where have you sent Aura?

Look.

Where have you sent Aura?
- Wait...

I asked where she is. Answer me.

There she is.

Don't you see her?

Stop that.
Stop.

Do you want it to be here?
In his room?

There's always Consuelo's room.

No, I want it to be in
your room, in your bed.

This is my room and that's my bed.

You mustn't mind if
Fabrizio was here with me.

You should be thinking instead how happy
you and I will be here together.

As long as you wish.

Besides I don't want you to feel guilty.

It depends on you
whether I feel guilty or not.

And on you to make me forget.

Listen. Let's start over.

From now, just the two of us.

All right. It's a promise.

For me and for you.
Remember that.

Wait for me.

It wouldn't surprise me that
you listen at keyholes as well.

But now just take your
ugly face away from here.

Do you prefer the other one?

No, it's better like that.

Take me.

Are you there?

Aura's not here.

I've prepared your breakfast this morning.

Here it is all ready.

And I've prepared your bath.

Aura's not much good at
housekeeping you know.

I've brought your bags.

Will this do for today?

Aura was feeling very happy when I saw her.

And you, are you happy?

Yes, I'm very happy, Signora.

But like all happy men, I fear something
may come along to disturb my bliss.

I'm worried about that too.

The first thing this morning,
I hastened to read the newspapers.

Nothing new.
All's well.

A lot of things happened yesterday,

and who knows what ideas pass
through your mind even regarding me.

But I ask nothing,
I only want to see you happy.

Does that reassure you?

Very much.

Start working in the library this
morning and take care of Aura.

I wanted to wake up
and find you beside me.

But I wasn't very tired,
which is why I got up so early.

Aura, today I'm going to
take you away from here.

But this is my house.

Consuelo will stay here, you come with me.

This is where I live.

Why don't you want to?

Why? Is it only to stay close to her?

No don't start telling me what
I should or what I shouldn't do.

If you think you can, you're mistaken.

All right, lets talk about it later.

You've put me in a bad mood.

I'm sorry.

I'm beginning to miss Fabrizio.

If nothing else for my fencing practice.

I need a partner.

Why don't you try?

Come on, I'd like to see
what you're able to do.

If you're much better than him.

It's all yours.

Stop it.

You think you can frighten me?

Now you listen to me. I accept you as
you are, that's the way I like you,

but don't mention Fabrizio again.

Do you really think he could come live
here for years without leaving a trace?

I've had enough of him.

Fabrizio is not so easily forgotten.
- I don't want to hear his name again.

But he never asked me to leave Consuelo.

I'm sure he stayed here for me alone.

He was a poor fool,
and he died like a fool.

Don't think you're so
much better than he was.

Besides which he's a man
there's nothing to be said against him.

Perhaps that annoys you however
that I'm able to compare him to you.

What were you dreaming?
You can treat me like him?

Well, you've got another thing coming.
And so you'll learn.

I'll take you out of here
whether you like it or not.

No, you're not taking me anywhere.

I've no intention of living with that
lunatic who's more dangerous than Fabrizio.

Then give me up.
- I won't and you know it.

The resign yourself
to stay with her without me.

What do you mean without you?
What do you mean?

I mean that often I'll go away,

and you'll stay with her.

Alone.

I'm going to lock you in, and you won't
leave until you tell me the truth.

Don't lock it.
- Why not?

I don't want you to.
- Why not?

Because, I feel sick.
- You're a liar.

And I won't let you out
until you tell me who you are.

I'm Aura.
- And who's Aura?

Your lover.
- And why are you a prisoner in this house?

I'm happy to live like this.
- No, you've got to tell me.

I've got a right to know,
I killed a man for you.

Let me go.
- You'll stay here,

I want to get out.

What's the matter?
- I hate you.

I need to get out. I must get out.

What's the matter with you?

Go away.

Aura, come out.

Come here.

Why did you want it this way?

I suppose it had to happen sometime.

You're learning about it but
I'd have found a way to…

to prepare you for it like
I did with the others.

No, don't look at me that way,
your eyes must see in me only Aura.

It was she alone you held in your arms.

Give me time now.
To make her return.

I'll be always able…

…to perform the miracle.

For you.

Come.

No. Go away.

I'm here.

Come.

I've returned.

What did I see?

Nothing. Don't worry,
only something you imagined.

You must never lock Aura in.

Don't ever do it again.

I must be free to go away.

And return whenever she wants to.

Sergio, you're upset.
Your clothes are all dirty and wet.

Come on.
Come let's go back in.

You mustn't hate her.

Remember if you're able
to see me and touch me,

it's because she wishes it.

Embrace me.

What is this litany?

Get up, you're ridiculous.

Why don't you leave?
Go and look for another job?

I like it here.

I owe you three months back salary which
I don't think I'll be able to pay you.

It doesn't matter.

You remember the last page
written by your husband?

Which one? Why is that
manuscript not on the shelf?

Listen… how he ends… his diary.

"Consuelo insists on raising
those plants in the greenhouse."

"I told her to resign herself to old age."

"And not to tempt God."

"One morning I found her
grasping her pillow and raving."

"She shouted,
"Yes I've done it, I've succeeded.""

"I've reincarnated her."

"I can give her life."

Do you know remember his last words?

Do you?

His last words were these,
"Who are you, Consuelo?"

"What have you turned into?
You frighten me. What should I do?"

What did he do?

Killed himself.

I'm not afraid. Of anything.
I'm going to stay here always.

You'll see.

You'll see one of these days.
You'll get tired, one of these days.

You'll leave on your own.

No, don't count on it.
- But I do count on it.

And how I count on it. Help me.

Why?

Why do you say that? What do you
have against me? What have I done?

If you could only see how you've changed.

Take this statuette to
the antiques dealer.

When does our Aura come back?
- Did you hear me?

I said take this statuette
down to the antiques dealer.

Me?

Yes, they haven't anyone to come and
get it and the money's needed right away.

Come on, try to be useful once in a while.

Hurry up.
Come on.

Get going.

When is Aura coming back?

I don't know.

You've been saying that for months now.
- If Aura is not here,

maybe she's not happy with you.
- Please, I beg you.

Please make her come back just once.
I must speak to her.

But she doesn't want to see you.

You've no more to say to each other.

Drink it.

No, let me go.
- Drink it.

Drink it.
- You've become unbearable.

But by acting this way you'll
make the situation worse.

I hate you.
You're an obscene putrid hag.

I warn you, you be careful.

But why?

Do you want to make me angry?

What have you to gain when you well know
that only I am able to bring Aura back.

When?

Today?

We'll see.

But first you must take
the statue to the antique woman.

My price has all ready
been agreed to by telephone.

Martha?
Where are you going?

Just wait a minute.

But who is he?
- Someone I knew.

Wait for me.

Sergio? Where are you running to?
What's wrong with you?

What do you want?
Who told you I was here?

No one. I was going to the antique
dealer with my friend, the decorator.

I'm well. Very well.

That girl there… that girl…

Wasn't she your girlfriend?
Or am I wrong?

I don't have friends any more.

What a pity.

Why don't you go back to her.

Seems like she still wants you.
- Why are you going out?

I'd like to enjoy a bit of sun.
- You'll be back soon?

I don't know.

No, Sergio, don't close it.

Yes, so much.

I didn't want to.
He's the one to blame.

You…

came here to answer
an ad in the newspaper.

Of course. I came here for work.

You know nothing about it, right?

No. I swear to you.
It's not my fault.

The job is yours. Yours.

Tell him to go away.

No, it's me who's going.

Let's face it.

I'm absolutely worthless here
with all this disorder, confusion.

I'm going.

Sergio, don't go.

Sergio, I don't want another.
It's she who wants him.

The same words.

The same thing you told Fabrizio.

Yes, the words are the same.

Things seem the same
as before but they're not.

I've changed. Can't you tell?

I don't want to die.

I want to live.

Even without me?

What is life if we have to be separated?

Sergio, aren't you glad to see
me again after my absence?

We were very happy together the two of us.

Don't listen to Consuelo.
I'm not tired of you.

Remain here.
Don't push me in the arms of someone else.

Send him away even if
Consuelo is against it.

Send him away.

Do we always have to do what she wants?

Yes, you're right.
We don't have to.

Do you love me?

Yes, I swear it.

Then…

…wait.

Are you leaving me?

No. Why?

Why? No. Let go of me.

What are you doing?

I'm afraid…

No, stop.

Help.