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Attention, please. TWA flight number 612, from Boston,

whose landing was scheduled in this airport will land, instead...

BAD THOUGHTS

...Genoa intercontinental because of the fog. Thank you.

Attention please...

So, New York?

What do you want me to say? For now all flights are suspended.

What should we do? Consult a fortune teller to find out if we are leaving.

- Do it. - I do, yes.

I'm going home.

Do not bother.

OUT OF ORDER

As usual.

Taxi!

I'm here.

Come on.

- Here you have 20,000. Keep the rest. - Thank you.

Franci.

Franci.

Francesca!

What's happening?

Ugh, what time is it?

Come on, Mario, let me sleep.

One moment!

You missed the flight to New York, it flew.

Milan means Val Padana. Val Padana means fog.

Fog means closed airport.

Nothing from New York.

But I'm happier this way, you know?

But if, Malpensa (Milan airport) is closed.

The seas of Sardinia, slightly moved.

What does it have to do?

Forecasts for tomorrow morning. What's more, this morning. It's already three thirty.

Ideal time to go hunting.

- Why don't we go to Bocconi's together? - The "cagamonero".

Come on, that's how I define my business.

That import-export thing.

Hey. You will understand that, if I don't rectify 50 grand right away,

I can sell the apartment and set up a good distillery.

Eh yes. Well, if it's for business It is better that you go alone.

Bye.

But no, come on. Come you too.

You are with Bocconi's wife,

She puts on the mist-colored dress,

you wear the sun colored one

and thus you cancel it.

You delete it.

Give him love. Get into bed.

We organize it for another time the Bocconi thing. Go ahead.

Do you know what I do? I'm going to go make you a nice cup of tea.

So we sleep well, huh.

One moment.

Franci, stay here.

You know that my tea is you.

- Okay, let's sleep. Come on, undress me. - Alright.

- Love? - Huh.

Deep down I'm really happy that you missed your flight to New York.

A wife says: "Finally tonight I sleep alone"

It's not true, you know?

I prefer to sleep with a man, who also...

Sorry, the pajamas.

Also, if he is my husband, even better.

I turn off the light.

Trapped

Oh God. What happened?

- You do not sleep? - My belly.

- That? - You do not sleep? - Yes, I was sleeping, but I was dreaming.

What time is it?

Four.

You have indigestion. I'm going to get you a hot water bottle.

But what did you eat tonight?

Do not move! Quadrucci in brodo. (Pasta squares in broth)

Mario, but what's wrong with you? Mario.

It makes me angry when you make that face. You still think about New York.

Eh yes. It may be that I think of New York.

I understand. Nice setback.

Listen, do this.

Sleep for a couple of hours and return to the airport.

No no. I have no intention of growing old in an airport. Come on, let's sleep.

Then we go hunting.

We will both have a pretty face.

I hope we fall asleep right away.

Do you remember the early days? When the unfulfilled desire of me,

kept you awake.

Do you want to do it?

No.

Do you really not want to?

But no, what do you want? What to throw at me? Women solve everything with sex.

Alright. Good night, pedophile.

Hello? Alarm Service.

Lawyer Marani speaks. Alarm clock at six.

974-258. Thank you.

Let's sleep.

Go.

- What's happening? - Yeah?

Good day. Thank you.

- The alarm. - I get it.

Impossible. At night in Italy. Everything works, including the phone.

During the day nothing works anymore.

I'm going to prepare the coffee.

Leave it alone. We then had coffee. At the bar.

Go take a bath.

And because?

And because? That's how you wash, right?

I already understood, he got up bad.

No, look, I woke up fine.

Will there be fog?

Of course.

Hurry up, come on. If not, we're late.

Eh yes. But the fog is for everyone.

What rifle did you grab from me?

Your double twelve cannon.

Very good, this is how I will feel like in a stable.

Start going down.

I choose my rifle.

What are you looking at me? With that partisan air.

I'll get you double 20. Meanwhile you call the elevator.

What are you doing here?

You're a little silly today, love. You have changed the rifle, but not the cartridges.

Make 12 with 20.

I have prepared a holster of 25 for you.

- It reaches you? - Yes, yes, thank you.

What an ugly move.

Please come forward and immediately call the elevator.

Can you put it on my shoulder?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

TOASTED PIZZAS SANDWICHES

- Good morning. - Good morning. - Good morning.

- Two coffees. - Fog, huh?

Oh God! I must go back upstairs for a moment, I forgot one thing.

Wait. What did you forget?

Women's things, right?

- Listen, my coffees, hold for a while. - Very well, lawyer.

Did you come up too?

- And the coffees? - Holding.

But calm down. If you have your things, stay home.

You get into bed and good night. At most I go alone.

Let's go. All night you were complaining.

In any case I'll wait for you at the restaurant with Bocconi's wife.

She doesn't like gunshots.

I don't remember if she had left the light on in the attic.

Have you not caught on, by chance, the light?

Boh, turn it off.

Franci, if you don't feel well, stay here.

Do you know how you break? When do you act like a gentleman?

Also the heating. All.

- There is also Marani. - He came down the highway.

Yes. The bribery lawyer of Mr. Bocconi.

- Honorary engineer. - On the other hand, Francesca looks good.

- Hello. - Hello. - Good day good day.

- Good morning everyone. - Hello hello! - Sorry for the delay.

- Hello! - Hi darling.

- We are the last ones? - The penultimate ones.

Recrosio has not yet been seen.

How are you? The Recrosio?

- We haven't seen him in a lifetime. - They haven't argued, right?

- No no. - This summer in Cala Galera were together all the time.

"Cheek to cheek."

Yes. This summer in Cala Galera.

Hey, Mario.

I'm hungry. When do we eat?

At noon, right? It's nine o'clock.

Tell me, who is that idiot that is water skiing with my wife?

Esmeralda Wine, in Venezuela, Argentina is actually based,

and then in Brianza.

I understood the type. Lots of hair, narrow hips,

easy tanning, very white teeth and, at most, he has a little whistle like that.

- Are you still asleep? - No.

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

And Bocconi? Haven `t you seen it yet

in petrochemicals?

But what is this? Gasoil?

- You still haven't greeted my husband. - It's true.

Coco, Marani and his wife arrived.

- Lawyer. - How is he?

You two talk now.

Have you seen the mansion. What did I buy to live on?

And you, then, look like a guerrilla, right?

I paid it in Swiss francs and I saved a million, three instead of four.

Additionally, I added anti-rain membrane and I shielded her.

Today we are all threatened.

Tough times, dear Bocconi.

Everything ready to go to Mexico in summer.

A civilized country, that. Sun all year round. Admit it.

The best leave. Sinnone, Crocciani. Now you too.

The truth is that here nobody wants to work anymore.

You said it, you said it.

And do you know who is to blame?

Whose is it? Union.

But no, no. From the lawyer.

Gianni, from Confindustria.

Eh, at most, where we all work for him.

You know what I tell you? I am happy about the advance of the communists.

Boys, champagne for everyone!

As? Don't you know what the champagne has increased?

I'm already drunk.

- Sir, we are ready. - Okay, then, let's go.

- They are all ready? - Yeah.

You haven't kidnapped him?

But no, imagine. He is Venezuelan and he must have been scared by the fog.

He will have stayed in some warm bed.

If Recrosio is not there, husbands can rest assured. Come on.

To the war! Everyone to war!

Listen, Franci. If you prefer, wait for Recrosio, do it.

Who have you taken me for?

For the little Lombard watchman?

Why haven't you shot?

It was yours, you stupid little girl.

Leave it alone.

They take...

Look what I caught! A three kilo cod.

- Oh, bravo. - Bravo.

Do you remember when I caught that three kilo cod?

Mario, but what does it have to do with now hunting with fishing?

It has to see, it has to see.

Damn, I forgot the checkbook in the studio.

I catch them! Have you seen what a double?

But have you gone crazy?!

Two fingers down and you eliminated me from the order of lawyers.

And then? Tell me if it's not beautiful.

Widowed by a hunting accident like in Hemingway's novels.

She is there. Look.

You could have shot him, you had it under your nose.

- Brave. - Beautiful.

Give me.

Take.

Listen, have you seen where the other one is?

Because of how he has fallen, He seemed hurt to me.

There he is!

We better pick it up. If not, the dogs ruin it. Leaves!

He's right, he's still alive.

Here.

You, with that weapon, You're a little dangerous today.

Let's do another one, come on. Let's get into a pose.

Recrosio has arrived!

He is incredibly beautiful!

Here I am. Punctual like destiny.

Well, they won't deny me the pleasure of posing with you in the family photo.

How are you, Lilian?

Eeeh... you don't want to fuck her here, huh?

- Hopefully! - And why not?

So where do I get into? Can I pose near Francesca?

More and more beautiful. Can I?

So are you all ready?

And you hugged me, and very tight.

A rifle...!

Come on, do it without a rifle.

So shall we stay still?

There she is.

Am I wrong or have you forgotten? In the car something fun?

You know that, if I don't have a woman nearby, I get sick.

My stomach is closing.

And to her? Shall we not take a photograph of her?

No no. She has a husband, very unsporty.

She doesn't know how to lose.

Don't worry, there will be no photographers at the table.

Let's eat!

Tell me the truth, how many times did you do it with this beautiful woman tonight?

Four.

Elisabetta.

Come, come, lady. Keep calm, Here we are all gentlemen.

- ... with me and also with Coco. - What do you say?

But then, who the hell is in the attic?

- Have you checked that they are dead? - Yes because?

Because you haven't killed even one.

Have you taken a look at the drafts?

Yes, Yes.

Also article nine?

Do you want to secure the royalty?

Eat it, eat it!

Hey, Togna... No, no. I never eat what I kill, Plus my wife doesn't know how to cook.

Hey, Recrosio. You want them?

No no. Thank you, lawyer, I am vegetarian.

I don't see your husband very well.

He's a little nervous today.

Tognaccio, but is it true, have you burned the polenta?

Your boss told me. Mrs. Celesta.

Did I burn the polenta? I never made polenta.

No no. I was informed. You burned the polenta!

- But not... - It's something never seen before.

- The lady is telling lies... - No no. You are guilty.

I don't even know how to make polenta.

Isn't that right, friends?

Yes it's true. He is guilty.

It must be condemned.

Death, death!

Tognaccio, we condemn you to death.

Commander, why does he love me condemn to death? Is it or is not it.

I am innocent. Why do you want to sentence me to death?

Poor thing, every time he comes. the boss makes him desperate.

Let's go through the weapons.

Are you ready for execution? Now at your posts, charge...

- You have fun. - Let him do it, right?

He has fun.

Take aim!

No!

No!

No!

Cowards!

Murderers!

They want to kill me...!

Fire!

He has fainted.

Because of the fear.

He shit himself.

You feel bad?

He looks really dead from here.

Hey, we need some water here.

No, what water? A little wine is better for him.

Now enough with this nonsense.

Calm Calm!

If you like red, here you have it for you too.

But what kind of jokes? How idiotic are these?

Ginetto, stop it!

I don't want the ladies to listen to certain words.

Shit, shit! You have understood?

They are all shit.

Shit world,

but this shitty world. It's falling on everyone!

And they will all die buried in shit!

Gino, you've had too much.

But fuck you too, idiot!

Slave!

Tognaccio, how are you?

Well it's not true that our commander

has shot me. He is kind. He is good.

Then you're shit too.

Gino, come here, come on. Don't behave like a child.

Go take a shit.

I didn't expect it to be like this...

That Gino...

I felt a little bad.

You have been very good in defending the strongest.

But finish it!

Ginetto is a good boy, but he behaves badly.

Anyway, thank you.

Please.

Dear Marani, remember that. See you tomorrow in Turin at my office.

Faithful as the Weapon Carabinieri in the centuries.

Mrs. Marani.

Lawyer, the task is yours.

You've done a good job for Bocconi. You are happy?

Yeah...

And you?

I am happy for you.

Although the one who loses is always me.

You are now going to New York and you leave me at home.

No, for now I'm going to Turin alone.

And then before New York there is the ministry, Confindustria.

Rome then?

Yeah.

Will you take me to Rome?

Of course,

I don't see the reason to leave you in Milan alone...

boring you.

You finally understood it.

A woman, who after getting married, must be guarded.

Franci,

how many times did it come to you the temptation to betray me?

And with whom?

But come on, won't you tell me that in five years of marriage has no one ever presented?

Franci, who is in the...?

Why have you stopped? Who is where?

In your life.

Mario, these songs are for me you did in the early days.

Well, that means that, at most, I have remained what I was before: a jealous person.

If that's why, I'm happy.

you were neglecting me a little, love, lately.

Finish her.

Come on, grumpy. A kiss.

Come on.

Hey? Where to?

Home, right?

We take a good shower, we change, We rest and then tonight...

And then? Come on?

I make you a proposal.

We are not going to Milan at all, I'm taking you with me to Turin today.

And we give ourselves a good life.

Dressed like that? But not, we are dressed to be discarded.

Like hares, right? Tonight the...

I'll do it for you at the hotel.

No, look, Mario. I must return to Milan no matter what.

You must return to Milan no matter what. And because?

I know why, sorry.

We can't go there like savages, right?

On the other hand, yes.

Like savages. Me Tarzan and you Cheetah.

Coconuts, vines, rivers.

Enough with these pants, the tie, the tuxedo.

Enough! I want the loincloth!

What have I bought? A blue for the night,

a Marò, two princes of Wales, a coat and a skin.

But how? Are you still like this?

It's good to go back to the origins, but you stink like a goat.

I'm coming.

I left the shower ready for you at 36º.

Where are we going to eat?

To the change.

And what do I wear? The fig leaf?

Hello?

Who are you talking to?

I'm calling the doorman, want something?

One moment, excuse me, please.

Yes. Ask for the soap, there isn't any.

But why? You asked for it five minutes ago.

They brought us soap and toothpaste.

Okay, then order more. It is always better to be clean.

-Chin. -Chin.

Do you know it's at least two years, Franci,

that we don't have a tète a tète? Let's say like this...

Romantic.

Bah, maybe two years ago there was a little more libido.

No. I say that two years ago we weren't that close together and that's it.

We don't have secrets anymore, right?

You think?

At least that's what I think.

Mrs. Marani, Milan on the phone.

Thank you, excuse me.

Sorry.

The phone is there, please, ma'am.

- Is the phone here? - Yeah.

Hey, stop!

Behave well.

Hello?

Oh hello.

Oh yes, it's me.

I'm with Francesca. Yes, yes, in Turin.

But how do I do it?

Oh, I understood.

Yes, yes, we will be outside three, four days.

Well, I'm on business naturally, Francesca accompanies me.

Maybe we will also go to Cervinia.

Well I do not know. Seven or eight days.

Well, in any case we communicate.

Do you want me to pass it to you? She passed it to you. Here.

Hi Mom. No, Mario did not go to New York.

Yes, I'm happy to be with him in Turin.

Mom, Gino and Teresa, the servants, they have gone on vacation.

Would you mind stopping by the house to...?

Don't bother, ma'am. It is not necessary at all.

I already told you, at most, we will communicate.

We will also send you some beautiful postcards. Kisses.

What should there be? Did your mom come to our house?

Open! Open! Let some air in.

Air, to whom? To what thing?

Oh, Mario, that's it!

Don't get angry. I mean, the house is empty,

The servants are on vacation, the gas off, the light disconnected.

What are you worried about?

And furthermore, how did your mother know that we were here?

Phew, Mario! I have left it to you at the hotel. Alright?

The Stampa of the afternoon!

The Stampa of the afternoon!

Yeah.

The Stampa of the afternoon!

The Stampa of the afternoon! The last!

Now are you going to read the newspaper? Crazy thing.

The police chronicle. You might be interested.

About what?

Try to guess.

What do you want me to guess? I'm not Lucia Alberti.

And also, what is this new thing from Cervinia?

We were only supposed to be away for two days, and now it becomes seven.

And, furthermore, why always should you decide? All of you.

Just because.

You are my wife.

For the feminists.

For fidelity.

What are you thinking about?

It's the first time you don't want to go to the mountains.

I don't feel like going to Cervinia.

Oh, would you have preferred to go to Madonna di Campiglio?

Not because?

Furthermore, we already went to Madonna di Campiglio two months ago.

Precisely. You had fun there, didn't you?

Well, the place was beautiful, the snow was fresh,

nice faces,

right people

Anyway.

Mario, what are you doing? Wake up.

Come here,

my beautiful snow prince.

You really are a real man, not like my husband's gelatinous one.

Gelatinous, It looks like a crème caramel, poor Christ.

And also a little atherosclerotic.

He is much more unfortunate than guilty.

You don't defend him.

Do you know that he goes to the bathroom ten times a day? How is that?

Tell me the truth, what is your husband to you?

A cuckold. A cuckold and nothing more.

Just to use a euphemism.

He deserves it.

What's more, I want to betray him in his own bed.

We photographed ourselves with the self-timer...

and then... we put the photo on the napkin.

Or on the glove compartment of the car.

A voyeur!

No, he's just a bear. There are a lot around here. I take care of it.

My sacred staff.

Hey, you! Don't be smart!

Voila! From producer to consumer.

Spread over this skin. We will be more comfortable.

You are injured?

- Come. - Yeah.

Take me.

Lie down next to me...

Your blood... it excites me.

Slow Please. This is my first time, almost.

- But what is all this blood? - It's roast beef, sir.

But love.

Tell me, what was that one's name...

that ski master of Madonna of Campiglio?

That he also did acrobatic skiing.

Attractive, but with adenoids.

I skied with many.

But yeah, go ahead. Wait, it was called...

Ah, Lorenzo Macchi.

Oh yeah. Lorenzo Macchi.

Have you seen that you remember it?

Tell me, by chance, you haven't seen him again in Milan?

No, for what reason?

To sleep with him.

Tell me, Mario, you are angry with me. Tell the truth.

I can understand that you are nervous, worried about your job,

but it seems to me that already you are getting heavy.

Our pact is always valid,

that of changing the discourse before the discussion.

How we did...

As we did.

Do you like it?

How am I?

I find foxes useless.

And now we are already bankrupt. Cute, right?

Cute, yes.

- How do you plan to solve it? - With American Express.

You don't think I'll give up three days on vacation due to a simple credit crisis.

Mario, I feel that I must return yes or yes to Milan.

Maybe just for an hour.

It's okay, go alone.

I'm not moving from here.

First of all for work, I prepared the drafts of the Bocconi contract

and then I take them to the office.

And then, because I have decided to go to Cervinia and that's it. Is it clear?

But, excuse me, on the hunt. You didn't want to come. Neither does Turin.

Cervinia disgusts you.

The truth is that you you want to be alone.

How much time do you need to...?

In three hours I go and come back.

Here you have the keys.

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

I'm back, I'm alone.

Reply.

But why don't you answer, Lorenzo?

- Yeah? - Oliva, is that you?

No ma'am. My father is resting.

I am Duccio, the son.

Duccio, listen, could you come up? Without saying anything to anyone, please.

Alright.

Right away. Bring something to open a door.

OK, I'm going to look for the tools. and I am right away with you.

Lorenzo, my love. Now I open the door for you.

Good day.

Come on come on.

Listen, you should open me a steel door without keys.

Which?

That one in the background. The one in the attic.

My husband went hunting and he took the keys.

The door needs to be forced.

A locksmith is needed here.

No locksmith. You must open me this door even if I have to break it down.

Who breaks it? It's steel, it's not just anything.

Come on. Give it, force it.

Furthermore it will be seen that the door has been forced.

It's not important.

Come on, move.

Listen, could you promise me? What will remain between us?

Ah, it means that this is our secret.

Come on, open it and stop.

- There is. Made. - Very good. Like this is OK, thanks.

Now take your things and disappear.

And please, be quiet, eh? Then I'll give him a nice gift.

- What a gift? - 100,000.

Nothing bad.

So please, as soon as you arrive in Milan, call me.

I have changed my mind. I'm not going to Milan. I stay with you.

You deserve it.

Look at my wife's thighs. Hit it, download.

- Franci. - Yeah?

- Show me your thighs. - As?

Show me your thighs.

It bothers you, huh? Because?

- Because you are my husband. - Oh.

What if he wasn't your husband?

I wouldn't be your wife.

Good discovery.

So, can you show me your thighs?

Mario.

Franci. Come here.

Come here.

Raise your skirt.

And you insist.

Raise your skirt!

There is.

How many people put it in there?

Don't bite me, Mario. You break my panties.

Go a little further back. A little more. More more.

This is also how I approach the precipice. Give it a little more.

A little more, I make a flight. 200 meters and I fall off the cliff.

Let's go. Turn around.

Do you want to get rid of your husband?

I just want to photograph you. Still.

Total, if the cable is cut, the three of us fall.

Very good.

Listen, let's pose a hypothesis.

I fall from this height, what are you up to?

I organize a rescue team.

Then?

Then she would do like all widows.

Ah, you would go right away to look for the will.

Well it was the only thing which I didn't think about.

Oh no. Hey?

Well you wouldn't have had the time to think about it because

police investigation and I would have stopped you.

Research on what?

About my death.

You won't think you can hold the misfortune hypothesis.

At most, you have at least five good reasons to get me out of the way.

A push, with the excuse of the photo, you pull me down

Besides, there are no witnesses here.

As? And the?

That there? As much, with 200,000 liras you fix it.

It is not convenient for the company, the idea of ​​misfortune,

Crime is better for him.

And you will also understand that here, in Italy,

things are archived, or the one with the most money wins.

Corpses are always bad.

Love, why do you want me to kill you?

Hey, my friend, lawyer Marani.

- Hello! Hello! - Commenda, what a surprise.

- How are you? - Fine, thanks. You?

- All alright? - Everything is fine with us.

Have they also come by the elevator?

Yes, by the elevator.

But you are here to sell televisions?

I'm not on vacation.

Have you seen all this nature together?

When there is no fog.

- Go, go, don't lose it. - I'm coming.

- See you! - Bye!

Wait a minute, Marani!

Do you know we are here organizing a rally?

Yes, those that go slowly, slowly.

It is called Gymkhana.

My lady says Gymkhana. She always has that beat-up car.

The Volvo.

Eh no. Look, the Volvo is a great car.

- See you. - Bye Bye.

Come, dear.

Aid!

Aid! Aid!

Light!

No!

A SPICY ADVENTURE COSTS HIS LIFE TO THE FAMOUS SPORTSMAN LORENZO MACCHI

LORENZO MACCHI FOUND DEAD IN AN ATTIC

WIFE OF FAMOUS LAWYER ACCUSED OF THE DEATH OF LORENZO MACCHI

RESPONSIBLE ADULTERY WIFE OF THE DEATH OF A SKI CHAMPION

Mrs. Marani,

it would have been enough for you to have spoken to get rid of that responsibility.

At least from the murderer's point of view.

It is you who have walled up his lover alive!

You, lady, with your criminal silence!

Although it was her husband who closed the attic.

With her silence, she has consummated consciously a cruel crime.

The victim has tried a desperate gesture.

While you, madam, had fun with nonsense.

Come on, quick!

But it doesn't open.

- Move clumsy! - Another clumsy one, it doesn't open.

I happen the same.

It's not worth it! Disqualified!

Mario, won't you get involved?

I can't, I have to call my partner in the studio.

For the money?

And give it. I have the American Express.

Well, what day is today?

We left on Monday. Tuesday Wednesday Thursday.

Hello? To Milan: 245432.

How many days of vacation did we have for them? Given to Gino and Teresa, the servants?

Five. The days of your trip to New York.

Then they are about to return.

I think so.

What keys do they open the door with?

They have left another set of keys with the doorman.

Do you know what I do?

I call you to your people, to Carate, and I extend their vacation.

What are they going to do at home? if we are outside? No?

Boh, do what you want.

Hello, Borderò lawyer's office?

I am lawyer Marani. Yeah.

But my partner is, or he is not found?

And if you don't know which is the secretary.

Where has it gone?

I need money, I am left with nothing.

But he hasn't disappeared, right?

Look for it, look for it.

Yes, look it up... search for it until you have found it.

And, if he doesn't find it, do me a favor.

Go to my house and ask for the keys from my apartment to the doorman.

Then give them to Borderò.

Make the telegraphic transfer here.

Please, because I have already finished the checkbook.

Oh I'm still waiting too, the warm voice of my partner.

Thanks thanks. Bye bye.

Have you found your partner?

No, he has disappeared.

How weird, where has he gone?

Who knows.

How will we pay for the hotel?

Excuse me, but American Express, what is it for?

Only for debts.

Hello? Call from Brianza? Yes, yes, pass it to me.

It's not for me.

Hello? Oh, Gino, how are you? And your wife?

Oh, she was with you. I'm with you.

Yes, I wanted to tell you that she is not. It is necessary that they return to Milan tomorrow.

No no. My woman and I, we will still be outside.

Yes, no problem.

At most you can enjoy a little more vacation time, don't you think?

Oh, preferably, when they come back. Don't forget to bring me the place.

That one from Campania.

From Campania... They buy it at the tourist market on the route.

My wife is telling me that they can stay in the town for six more days.

Who's waiting for you at home?

What a liar.

Bye bye.

You are the usual megalomaniac. Ten days of vacation for the servants.

Who knows what will stink up the house?

Stink of what?

Of being closed.

Here from Chamonix with the images refer to the semi-finals of the world championship

acrobatic skiing or "hot dog" as it is universally called.

Semifinals played yesterday in Chamonix.

Before moving on to the images of today's competition,

let's see the provisional classification after yesterday's tests.

First Jimmy Whistle from the USA with 70 points.

Second Jacques Chilly of France with 68.

Third Michael Whirburg of the US with 67.

Fourth Lorenzo Macchi of Italy...

It's Lorenzo Macchi!

Have you heard?

He has come fourth. Not bad for an Italian, eh?

Oh if we had known, we would have also gone to Chamonix.

But I didn't remember him being so attractive.

He is really handsome. Even though he's not my type.

Oh no. Because?

I was interested in seeing it.

But what are you doing, Mario?

- Who was home that night? - What are you doing?

- Who was in our room that night? - You are hurting me...

- Who was in bed with you? - Mario, what are you talking about?

Mario, you scare me! Why do you make that face?

You look like a monster.

You are killing a man. You realize?

You are a murderer. You are a monster!

Mario!

You've been on the pill for years.

To not have children, eh?

To preserve your disgusting body

and to call with your crap to those bastards.

If you go! But with the carabinieri you go!

Come here, you are my wife and you will not do anything that I do not know.

I want to know who your lover is!

Tell me the name, tell me!

No!

Enough, enough! I tell you everything!

Of course, you must tell me everything... fucking.

Who is the man locked up in the weapons attic?

Your partner...

Borderò.

Borderò... that son of a bitch from Borderò.

That son of a bitch.

Disgusting, I hate it.

Pig, a pig. He's a pig, tell me.

I'm a pig too, right? Tell me I'm a pig.

And you, what are you? A pig.

You are also a pig. We are pigs.

Yes, we are two pigs.

Yes, all three. Pigs, pigs...

Oh no. Because?

- I was interested in seeing it. - Oh yeah?

It is easy to locate it, just call Chamonix.

And why would you want to locate it? What are you interest in?

I'm interested, you are interested.

Not me. I'm not interested anymore.

I'll put it to you, look.

I go to the bar.

- Good evening, lawyer. - Good night shit.

- As usual. - Alright.

Here are his newspapers, lawyer.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I have to make a call.

Hello? Yes, to Milan, please.

Yes, I'll give it to you right away.

Goalkeeper's number. 984325.

Yes, thanks. Yes, I wait in line.

Yeah.

- Your drink. - Thank you, George.

Ah, my account. Payment with American Express.

Alright.

Hello, Olive? It's you?

You hear me well?

Have you handed over the keys from home to Borderò? Yes or no?

Lawyer, it's impossible find Borderò in Milan.

And where is it?

I swear that I have explained to you everything to the secretary.

I'm serious, I swear.

- Huh? - Have you given them to her?

No, because my concern was that you knew... that I didn't find the keys.

But who is it? Our son?

Damn, they were stolen...

- Is it the Duccio? - Ufa... Huh?

Yes, and now given my responsibility, I told myself

"something needs to be done here."

And I wonder "what?" But I have answered myself, I swear.

You need to put a good lock. I put a lock like that, I swear.

But why do you keep swearing, fool?

I say, how does a goalkeeper lose some keys?

He wants to say that you are completely crazy.

And also how can you be so sure

that no one has duplicated them to enter home?

None, I swear.

Who is it? The Duccio?

Look, lawyer. When his servant Gino. He left with Teresa,

He has given me the keys in my hand.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Don't insist on me, lawyer.

Could you have told us that we have shielded everything?

He had it shielded. Not that Real one.

No, it's my wife who asked if she needed some work done.

It was closed.

Listen, lawyer. For me...

It is better to report it to the police. Or do you want me to pick the lock?

No.

At most you can file a complaint.

I do it.

Yes, but leave everything as it is. Don't move anything, understand?

I won't sleep even at night.

Yes. Ah, I will stay here until tomorrow morning.

In Cervinia, yes. You should only call me if there is any news.

Yes, give me the number. Yes tell me.

- Prefix 061. - 061... and the bullring...

- Long distance, 243082. - 243082.

I wrote it quickly. Yeah.

Then you will call me in Turin. Prince of Piedmont.

Umberto? But isn't it Cascais?

But no, Prince of Piedmont, the hotel.

- Number? - Look in the guide, right?

Oh, my mother. Bye Bye.

ITALIAN TROTTERS PROTAGONISTS IN PARIS

- 01:17:03. - Fantastic. It doesn't run, it flies.

A great horse. Beautiful beautiful beautiful.

Your partner isn't bad either. What is his name?

How much have I done?

01:17:03. Very good, lawyer Borderò.

Done deal.

- I buy it. Are you with me? - I am.

One moment.

Also, Franci, do you know how much does a horse like this cost?

50 million.

Who do you give it to to train? William Cassidy?

No no. In Italy I don't even run it.

I do it in the United States.

But haven't you seen which model?

And what to walk,

he didn't even touch the earth. He doesn't have a drop of sweat.

Then we won't even see him run.

Dear Francesca,

your husband and I are partners in business.

Unfortunately.

Unfortunately, for me it is a passion, but for society it is an investment.

Mario, 25 million me, 25 million you.

We are running for a couple of awards in New York and we go smooth as oil.

And then, fast for playback.

There are two million per mating, It's 500 million in a year.

Are you kidding?

250 matings. And if then it's fucking...

- But you are a doomsayer! - Mario!

Okay, I'm not interested.

I'm interested.

- Lawyer Borderò, do you want to be my partner? - Of course!

You've seen? Done deal.

what would you give? Explanations?

I'll sell mom's emeralds.

But what if they don't like each other?

It is nature that provides,

man is the only animal that is linked at every moment

and also hopes that the female get warm.

In short, he wants to.

What's going on?

Nothing happens, because it hasn't yet...

Wait.

No no.

It's not there yet... Anyway, has it been understood?

It may be that he doesn't like her.

No, he likes it, he likes it.

You're sure?

You've seen?

Gorgeous.

Amazing.

Great.

- You...what do you feel when you look? - I am used to it.

Fabulous.

Fabulous, lawyer.

Listen, Borderò,

what were you saying on purpose... of female animals?

Stupid.

I am the female of the humans. Go ahead.

Lawyer, come here.

Take me on the straw. What are you waiting for?

Feel the smell of straw. Beast smell.

No, wait a minute.

Let me prepare myself in an animal way.

Come on, stud. I am your mare.

Tell me, do you intend to stay silent the entire trip?

Mario, why are you running like that? We have all the time, right?

Yes, we have all the time. We must reach Bucaniere.

We don't know the address and also Bocconi gets angry.

Also don't break my balls!

If I want to go fast, I go fast. If I want to go slow, I go slow.

I go as I please.

Hey, play! Touch your balls!

Did you each want a car, workers?!

Agnelli gave them the car?!

So have it and enjoy it!

But, Mario, don't say stupid things. Come on, play because it's green.

You fucking bastard, go get your wife treated,

you are a cuckold and a fucking bastard!

Why don't you watch what you're doing?

But have you realized you hit two cars, huh?

What do I care about those two cuckolds?!

But which cuckolds? It's you...

Ah, I'm the cuckold. As usual.

Mario, you're too nervous. I'd better drive because if not...

Yes, better, better.

On the other hand, have you sent the flowers to Bocconi's wife?

Eh yes. Flowers.

Flowers in hand. The orchids.

The orchids?

Also, why orchids?

Maybe because they were the flowers of my partner's favorites.

Those ones I sent you every birthday. Orchids.

The Borderò lawyer. He will have a funeral in Rolls Royce.

Regarding the crown, what flowers do you prefer?

Orchids.

My partner commanded, always orchids to my wife.

TO THE UNFORGETTABLE FRIEND

THE DESOLATE CUCKLED

AND THAT WHORE OF HIS WIFE

Wake up, we have arrived.

Hey, where? Ah, Bucaniere. Bocconi.

Check out.

There's a bit of Uncle Tom's Cabin.

Something deficient.

Please go.

- Sorry for being late. - Uh, dearest. Welcome.

Mrs. Marani, always splendid.

Congratulations on the mansion.

I found this site to be more than two hectares.

So I built it up, my new industrial complex.

Yes. A store at home.

You can't imagine how it was when I bought it.

There were rats like that.

Then I summoned seven or eight architects and also to my nephew who is a geometer.

I've also put some of my stuff: eight hundred million.

Lawyer, if I wanted to sell it now, They would give me at least triple.

We bought it.

I have had all the walls painted. For example, look at the ceiling.

It was completely cool, ruined by humidity.

A good hand of white and bye.

I have had everything remade differently with the characters changed.

You've brought another "little friend", eh?

- Let's keep up appearances. - Go, go.

A few more minutes and we go to my house.

He is a Venezuelan.

Hello!

Always the last.

Paola!

Hello.

Recrosio!

Do you know my husband?

- No. - My pleasure. - Delighted.

Do you know...? What is your name?

- Lisa. - Delighted.

Have you seen this Bocconi from the 14th century?

Not bad as a second home.

It seems more like a sector of a ministry of industry or agriculture.

- Well, with your permission. - Please.

Who is it?

Bocconi's wife's lover.

The girl is just a facade.

No, article nine must be deleted.

It is dangerous. You understand.

I have had the drafts read, also to the undersecretary,

who met your partner the lawyer Borderò in Paris.

Have you met who?

With Borderò in Paris.

With the excuse of the Grand Prix, and you also know...

But it's not impossible.

I called the secretary and she told me that she didn't know where she was.

He had disappeared.

But you should know. Are they partners or not?

But look... are you sure it was Borderò?

What kind of partners are they?

We have been partners for quite some time.

- Are you not well? - Yes. No, I'm very well.

I am convinced that article nine must be deleted.

It's okay. So it can't be him...

I'm not saying, he can't be...

But what is it?

It was champagne and you have dipped the couch with the caviar.

This is already disgusting, I'll change it for you.

Stop coming home with your whores.

How a whore? She is an artist.

- On Saturday Bocconi goes to Amsterdam. I'll wait for you. - OK.

Only.

Your dear. What are you doing?

Photo-modelling.

Are you interested in a photographic outing? For Saturday and Sunday?

Where to?

- In Amsterdam. - Why not?

The lira has dropped two points.

If she continues skidding like this, we will win the Winter Olympics.

The truth is that here, nobody wants to work.

You said it.

This complex is a joke of one hundred billion.

But what is this factory for?

To make money, right?

It's not because I did it, but it is a masterpiece.

Listen, what is that over there?

What can I say? This place makes me dizzy.

It causes anger not to give a good impression of this Italy.

The Russians and the Americans. They talk about Mars.

But we have the ideas.

Plus it performs.

Don't forget this name...

Marani, look here. Look what a gem.

This dinosaur has made me eat shit, but I made it.

In total I already ordered four. It has been very useful.

It may be that the difficulty is in the guarantees.

Well, if those don't pay, we intimate them.

Do you believe it? No no.

Why don't we play hide and seek?

Of course, it is a gigantic effort, for the government

Think that a single tire costs a million.

You do the math.

Let me touch. It's lucky.

In Rome you will find everyone of my men at your disposal.

It's useless for me to tell you everything that needs to be done.

- We always talk about business, ma'am. Excuse me. - Bye bye.

- Lawyer, please. - Don't worry. Come. - Yeah.

You know, Mario, I'm very excited.

Traveling on a plane, all for us and with a pilot who is not bad at all.

I find it very sexy.

"Emmanuelle" comes to mind...

Do you remember the fuck on the plane?

To me, however, it comes, Mrs. Homicides at the head.

What filth. Excuse me, what a smell.

She comes from that door.

But no, that's the weapons attic.

Unless he's not a scumbag...

Do you want to see what you have done? Have you forgotten the keys?

You have it in her pocket.

No.

Oh right, how stupid. I have it.

Here she is.

Come on, Franci. Opens.

I?

Because I?

Because you are the owner of the house.

You are the angel of the home. Come on.

What do you have? Fear?

But why do you tremble? Come, Franci.

Lawyer, excuse me. If you allow me,

I swear I'll open the door for you.

Here.

Oh my goodness, lawyer.

There is a corpse with a sneaker in my hand, I swear.

Stop, don't touch anything. Call immediately the Homicide section.

- Move on. - Yes Yes.

Lawyer, how did he get in? If the door was closed?

My wife will explain this, to the investigating judge.

Lady...

First, name and surname of the corpse. Second, motive for the crime.

Third...

Regazzoni with Ferrari.

Spain.

At the Alhama Grand Prix.

Here, actually, we are flying over Rome.

Oh yeah?

How beautiful Rome is at night.

- Where do I take him? - To Confindustria.

- A little word. - But why has it stopped?

They are about to make the subway...

and, finally, why they do it this type of work... - Yes, yes, wow.

That's how we ended it because...

Fedora, Fedora, power to the one who works...!

What's going on?

They are workers, doctor.

Wait, what do I have here? Because it seems to me that he is free.

Oh, according to you, they are workers?

So why don't you go work instead of walking around?

But no, doctor. Today is the demonstration

And there is nothing to do.

The city is blocked all over.

Wait, I'll try folding here.

Oh, screwed again.

The truth is that none wants to work.

Doctor, there's no use getting angry!

They are workers and I can't go over them!

On the contrary, yes. Walk over them.

But he is crazy.

But he looks at what a mess.

Let's try here.

Don't you see that it's free here? Just be patient.

Go on go on.

But what's next? Wait a moment. I know Rome...

- You have stopped! - Calm down, a moment!

Comrades, stay united!

Stay together!

Damn! I must go to Confindustria.

To Confindustria! To Confindustria...!

Doctor, for me that the Confindustria can forget about it.

Have you seen, doctor? They increase, they increase!

But where is it taking me?

To the place you like, doctor.

A via dell' Impero. Work of the good soul, what, was his friend?

Hey? What is he implying?

No, because how he speaks is understood, right?

How much money spent.

The deletion of article nine has put the "mini" in crisis.

They "lick" it. (They speak in code)

The "Colonno" tip has been set for the middle...

... day.

Once you have the OK,

you can deliver the envelope with the "against",

and above all, the "quota".

"Okay.."

It would be nice if a moment passed later to the "undersecretary" office

which is in via Capolecca.

"Number..."?

32.

Oh, before you go, remember to send the document to the consul.

I haven't understood this one.

"Side".

Engineer, you are tremendous. Also a little scoundrel.

Call me Parelli.

No, I am not an engineer, a lawyer. I'm a doctor, here we are in Rome.

The "inges and the ados”. They are all in Milan.

I'm sorry, doctor. But I went on strike five minutes ago.

We make a wild "stoppage."

Still? He only asked him, will accompany lawyer Marani to the car.

It's just a courtesy, not a job.

But, lawyer Marani...

Oh yes, I know him... even if you don't know it.

But you are not related to Antonio Marani?

He's my brother.

Well, I'll take a taxi.

- Bye bye. - Bye bye.

No Please. I accompany you. Come on come on.

His brother and I were together with the Jesuits, bench companions.

He stole the pens.

I'm not surprised.

Mischievous. By the way, Is he always involved with women?

Listen, do me a favor. Don't talk to me about my brother.

He conceived of sex as a mission. He wanted to convert everyone.

He even tried to do it with my sister. Fourteen years old, virgin.

But does he know that too Did you want to convert her?

I'm not surprised.

I haven't seen him in a long time.

But, in recent times, something unfortunate has happened.

- He asked you for money. - Besides that.

He was a guest in my house from two months ago

and I realize that he had wanted to sleep with my wife.

No.

He will understand that it was a cumbersome thing, pitiful, regrettable.

The worst thing is that my wife accepted it.

Then he left with my wife,

but she came back regretful, and I forgave her.

You know, when one has a woman like mine...

Look here, you judge.

She doesn't look very good on her face because she is naked, but she has very delicate features.

She also has an ass...

Enough, Francesca, do you want to finish it?

Maybe you don't know.

But this, who is my brother. He is also a thief.

You have already been saved from aggravated fraud, like your mother has never seen before.

But that you come to my house to break my wife's balls,

I don't accept it, is that clear?

Sorry, Francesca, it is useless to argue. I'm leaving.

No, you're not leaving. Because I miss you.

I don't want failures in my house.

And you are also a failure as a trickster

Calm down, little brother. That as a trickster you are a real failure.

Out! Go away! Go away!

I don't even want to feel the stench of laziness in here.

Better a lazy person than one who wants to scam to his father on his deathbed.

- I didn't understand well. - You understood very well.

That document fragment trick that you made dad sign.

On the verge of death. It's your thing.

Lawyers don't miss the practice.

Here you have the practice.

Do you know what I put in their hands? To the lawyers?

He's here for practice.

This!

Hey, look what I'm sending you to San Vittore for five years.

You are not my brother, you are a beast.

A megalomaniac without a bit of humanity.

Your moral and civil poverty He doesn't even deserve God's mercy.

Ha ha. The Jesuit has spoken.

The one who has studied with the priests.

Listen, he who speaks of civil poverty, lazy, when it suits him.

But you have him dancing to God and to mercy.

You are rich only in vulgarities.

But come on, bourgeois priest. Catholic of dissent!

Finish it, you closet fascist. Fascist!

And then? Out! What do you have?

Look, you're not calling me a fascist. Understood?

And the next time you need money, don't come to my house.

You turn to God, to mercy. Wherever the hell you want!

But in my house I don't want to see you anymore! Is that clear?

Do you know what's so cute about you? You are one who never gets angry.

But, excuse me, is this the way to treat your brother?

What are you doing? You forget that he's lazy like you.

Mario, I'm not your little sister, you know?

Harpy.

We are over Milan, but unfortunately there is turbulence.

We are waiting for authorization to land.

But there is no danger, we fly in circles at the same height.

Thank you.

Why don't you button it up?

Because I don't button it. Why should I button it, excuse me?

Your hand is cold.

Yes, I would say that this is not the best of situations.

But if it's destiny...

Will they attempt a blind landing?

Try... also if it goes well, it goes well. If not, it's destiny.

All on the front page.

It will be a nice photo. What a pity.

No, if I knew, we took a nice photo.

So tomorrow we are in the newspapers. Don't you think so?

"Please love". Yes it's true.

Deep down we have loved each other.

Okay, but maybe we don't. We have never told the whole truth.

This seems like the most appropriate time to me.

Yes. The moment of truth has arrived.

- Mario. - We have death ahead of us.

We have it on us.

Let's try to find again, at least our dignity.

I for example, I still haven't confessed one thing to you.

- Mario. - Antonio, my brother, your lover. I have killed him.

Mario, the fact always works to change speech.

It doesn't work shit.

Ha ha. You do not believe me.

Instead, he's dead in the attic, he is a corpse. He's killed by me.

- I don't feel well. - Go ahead and say it. Confess, coward.

Soon this plane will be junk!

We'll both fly through the air!

You must have the courage to tell the truth!

Tell me, tell me you have a lover!

You are a madman, a madman!

Who you think you are? What had I not understood? I'm not an idiot! Confess, confess!

Tomorrow we won't be there anymore! We will be dead!

Confess that you have a lover! Confess!

Yeah!! I have one.

My illustrious and fortunate brother is not at home?

I'm not alone. I'm always alone.

Beautiful. Arrogant and beautiful.

The look impregnated with libido that comes down from the blood vessels.

The lava, which burns everything.

Sorry.

Slut, my beautiful slut!

But now let's not lose more precious time.

My queen, my splendor, my hunter.

Show me the heel of the boot. Beautiful!

The vision of Paradise for my poor proud eyes.

Beautiful lustful animal.

Show me a piece of skin.

Discover yourself a little, I want to see just a piece.

No no! Less, less...!

So, perfect.

The mortification, the shame of temptation recovered for long periods.

Beautiful prostitute, show me your breast. Only one.

My words come out in absolute freedom.

Freedom is important both in love as in family.

He, idiot brother, he has always hated my freedom.

He manages life, while I consume it and he burned it like this 10,000 bill.

The last one I have in my pocket.

There it is.

I burn the last one.

It is burning. It burns.

And now move.

Discover yourself...

the ass,

Stop.

Do you like it, Antonio?

Franci, you have done a Nobel Prize coup.

You have freed yourself at the same time of the two Marani

putting your brother-in-law in the cemetery and your husband in San Vittore.

Fantastic!

Now what will you do?

What will you do, my sweet little Franci?

We must celebrate together this liberation of man.

- We will go far, far away. - Where to?

To Mexico, do you like it?

To the Island of Women.

Yeah.

Yes, tell me yes.

You're a lesbian too! Whore, lesbian and murderer!

- Franci, it's not true that you have a lover. - But how?

But come on, I just told you because I saw that you were very afraid.

I was afraid too. You confessed under pressure.

Good, thank goodness that the sketch is over.

I'm a little innocent, given my beautiful angel face.

At least admit it, okay?

Mario, you're halfway to the madhouse. Love, what's on your mind?

What do I have in my head? I'll tell you what's on my mind.

Since I got married that my brain no longer works.

The gray matter is boiling. It makes me "blum, blum, blum."

Yes, it makes me "blum, blum." Like the bison when...

What does he want?

There are certain looks, damn it! They look like hand pumps.

Then they talk, they talk in a low voice. These human shits!

"Have you seen that one over there?" "She is the Marani's wife."

Magpie, disposable material!

Meanwhile I'm exhausted.

But what busted? I'm made... made into an ape!

Why are you screaming? But calm down.

But how calm? I shout what I want! Understood?

But what do you think?! I do not know?! Why do I make certain deals?!

Do you think I don't know why of luxury hotels,

of the grafts, of private planes?!

You think I don't know why do they give me certain opportunities?!

Because you know how to do it, love.

A hostess girl, because you have long thighs,

the tits and the face of an angel! You have understood?

Because you have lasciviousness through which they climb

from the tips of the feet to the roots of the hair!

You are one that makes me explode a civil war! Of course!

Come on, Mario. They are watching us.

Who are they looking at?! Are they looking at me?!

They're looking at you! Here they are, look at them! Disgusting!

World of sex addicts! Come on!

Down down! There's Marani's wife!

They are looking at you. You're screaming like a fool!

Where are you going? Stay here.

What do you want?

Do you want me to introduce you to my wife?

Come, come here and I'll introduce you to it.

Calm Calm.

What do we care about his wife? Go ahead. Come on, Tonino, come on.

There are certain people who would give punches in the face.

Mario, now we are arriving and then, you will realize that you have been wrong about everything.

I have not been wrong in anything. You are wrong.

Meanwhile at home. A pretty corpse awaits you.

Make them pass. Behind, behind. Come on.

Let it pass.

Marani Lawyer. Lady.

An unpleasant event has happened.

Wait here.

- Oh my goodness, lawyer. - Lady.

It's something not to believe.

Enough with the photos.

I had promised not. I would come back to your house more.

The police called me.

I continue to be your brother...

unfortunately.

From the moment the owner arrived from home, they don't need me anymore. Leave.

I accompany you.

The young man, having stolen the keys in the goal,

entered the apartment for the purpose of stealing,

hiding in the attic, while the lady was sleeping.

There she has remained for some days; then, in a panic,

with a firearm, shot the lock.

Released and unable to abandon the department as to...

he had been locked with a padlock abroad by his father.

He has called in the public force, that with a quick procedure...

I'm not a thief.

I was interested in weapons.

No!

My son. It's not possible.

Okay, lawyer. The case seems resolved to me.

It's stupid. Amateur thing, red, black. We will see later.

This is the Italy we deserve.

It wasn't like that, lawyer. Friends ruined it.

Before he was at home and he was good. Then he got into the middle of politics...

Commissar, how do we file a complaint?

There's no rush, lawyer. We have time.

Don't despair, Mr. Oliva.

I will convince my husband so that he does not file a complaint.

There it is, very good. Play patriotic.

But how? One enters to steal, He destroys everything, shoots with the rifle,

he wants to be the fucking revolutionary and now we forgive him.

A couple of years in San Vittore They will do good for that one.

We put it inside.

But you, the lawyers, after two minutes they release him.

He seemed like such a decent guy.

Decent? That's lazy at best.

It's just that no one here anymore wants to work.

Don't you think the suitcase is too small? What are you taking for a trip to New York?

The last time I was, I lost a suitcase in Japan.

Plus I'm here in three days. What do you want me to bring you that's nice?

Don't know. Go to Tiffany. Esmeraldas not because the house is full.

Bring me eleven kilos of pearls.

I'll do a robbery.

If I had known, he would have brought me the janitor's son.

- Call me, huh. - Yeah.

Bye.

Mario! The briefcase! Just this one.

Sorry.

Bye, Franci.

Francesca.

Oh God. What a scare! What are you doing here?

What do you want me to do at the airport?

Eh yes. Mario has left.

How lucky, that he has nothing to think about.

Because? Instead you?

I don't have anything to do. It is different.

Listen, I wanted to give you this.

What is it?

It's the loan you made me. It's better to give it to you in your hand.

But come on, don't make me angry.

- No sorry. - Don't joke, don't be ridiculous.

Sorry, please.

- I am in a period in which I am very rich. - Oh yeah?

Yes, I managed to sell the last painting. A true Rosai.

A memory of mom.

That's great, and have you run here?

We could have met at home, right?

No, Francesca. Not in your house.

For two valid reasons.

- This is the second. - But you are crazy.

Because? We are in an airport.

It could be a goodbye kiss. Thanks, little brother.

Listen, I'm very in love with you.

But not me, Antonio.

I'm sorry. Plus it wouldn't be up to par.

It is not a question of virtue. It's my fault if I don't feel like it.

Not with him either?

Neither. Also lately...

I still have the need to fall in love. Like a pre-war girl.

Ah, the day I discover sex, you will be the first.

Really me?

That's how it stays in the family, right?

Oh, sorry, do you want me to take you?

No no thanks. I'm leaving too.

Where to?

Oh, I don't know. When I have spent the money, I will return home.

Then we'll see you soon. Bye.

Finish it, heavy. You don't convince me.

You disappear for ten days and you don't show signs of life even once.

You don't call me, you don't do anything.

at least you could have me sent the check.

That's how I knew you were alive.

But why with the son from the goalkeeper, right?

What thing?

No, no, nothing.

Would you go to bed with the son of a goalkeeper?

But what question is that?

We already know each other since two years ago. And you know everything about me.

And then?

I have never told you a thing. But my father was a goalkeeper.

In Dusseldorf.

I wake up. I go to the bar.

Rather, hasn't your wife discovered anything about us?

And even if it were...

My wife is an athlete.

Tell me the truth. Why are you coming with me?

Because I like you. Because you are young.

Do I or my partner make love better? of your husband? What is his name?

- Borderò. - That one, him.

But you, you want to put it...

And with that guy? The ski master.

The one you were with in the mountains.

Ah, Macchi. Lorenzo Macchi. I don't even see it.

So do I or Recrosio catch better? The Venezuelan with money?

I did not understand. You...

Also better than Bocconi?

But of course, my love. Better you.

And tell me the truth. Do I or your husband fuck better?

You, my love. You are the best of all.

You are the best.