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THE KEY

Comrades, friends!

Fuck off!

The year 1939, which is about to end,

Long live the "Duce"!

For 1940, the 18th year

I express best wishes for victory to the

with whom we'll soon

Fool...

To us.

Daddy, I was referring to us, the four of us here.

- Why are you such an...? - An Englishman?

Oh, Lisa, you always take everything so seriously.

Drink up. To us!

- A polka. - If the professor would permit.

Of course, my clear fellow. I'm sure that Teresa will be delighted.

Oh no, Laszlo, dance with Lisa.

Go on, you dance, mother... And thank God he's not an Englishman.

(Speaks Italian) May I have the pleasure

Granted.

Thank you.

It"s true, life goes by in a flash

And what a mould.

Teresa is always a fine bird.

Italian blood.

- But is her husband a cuckold?

He's certainly

Extraordinary. Lovely, lovely...

Laszlo.

You'll excuse me.

You're sumptuous... I do love you.

Don't make me drink, you know it's bad for me.

But we're so boring when we're sober.

- What do you think of Laszlo? - What do you mean?

For Lisa.

Oh, he's a gentleman.

At the Academy they say he's heading for a brilliant career.

Who knows?

Marriage may be good for her.

And you?

- How was marriage for you? - Come on, Nino, stop it.

Stop it.

- Oh! - Oh, a waltz! Nino...

- No, no, no, no... - Yes, yes...

What are you trying to do to me, Teresa?

Just dance!

Please, Nino, they're staring at us.

Look, look...

Sheer lunacy!

Stop that!

- Are you drunk? - Just a little bit.

Wait for me, my darling.

Wait!

Well, do you want

Then take out the sign

Oh, there's Professor Rolfe.

Hurrah for Professor Rolfe,

(Crowd chants) Klimt! Klimt!

Go on, let's have them

Everyone keep still.

Click.

In Italy, a place of art,

You knew they would do something filthy.

How vulgar!

That poor girl.

- Well, they're students. - Good for nothings.

Good night.

I'd like to see the faces of those students should the war break out.

Oh, Lisa, it's New Year's Eve, relax!

Let them go ahead.

- Ah, you want a kiss and a cuddle? - No, it's not that.

It's all that sparkling wine.

I'm going to burst. Don't make me laugh. Please, Nino.

That's not a problem, not in Venice anyway.

Over there. Look, there's a dead end.

Come on, I'll keep watch while you er...

I'm ashamed to death.

Even the dames at the court of Versailles used to do it this way.

There's no one around, we're quite alone. Off you go. Go on.

Swear you won't look.

I swear.

"Dearest, piddle on me,

"because your piddle

"loving dearest,

”because your shits

That's enough!

But they're verses by Maffio Venier,

a very famous 16th century Venetian poet.

(Lisa) Daddy, mother!

Haven't you finished?

Yes, I'll be right there.

- Feel better? - Yes.

Finally! You're slow as snails.

You walk too fast.

I can't keep up with you.

These heels...

CIOTTI FAMILY GUEST HOUSE

Well, thank you once again for a lovely evening.

- Good night! - Oh, er...

If you want to stay the night, number one is free.

Oh, that's very kind of you, Signora Teresa,

but my parents are phoning me from Budapest tomorrow morning,

I think I'd better go home.

Well, as you like, Laszlo. You're welcome to stay.

Mother, he said no.

Laszlo is not one to stand on ceremony.

Well, good night then.

Good night, Signora, and Happy New Year.

- To everyone. - Good night.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye!

Yeah, bye.

What's the matter with her? Has she gone deaf?

Nonsense. She's probably been to a party herself.

I'm coming.

Giulietta, how many times

turn the lights off at midnight?

I've only just got back, madam.

Ask Aurelio,

Ah, Aurelio was there...

Me, upstairs with Aurelio?

But upstairs with me in the

"Nix", as the professor says.

Yes, I see, goodnight.

OK, I don't want an argument.

Don't take offence, Giulietta.

See you tomorrow.

Sleep as late as you like,

The bathroom's free, if you want to go.

(Whispers) Teresa...

Let me go to the bathroom, come on.

No, stay like this. and I'll undress you.

What are you doing? You're tearing everything.

I'll buy you ten pairs tomorrow.

Well, at least let me look at you.

Turn it off. You know I don't like it.

You know it.

- Yet you peed in the street. - No one saw me.

I did.

You pig. You swore you wouldn't look.

I was forced to.

Someone walked by on the other side of the canal.

- Who? - A man.

Laszlo perhaps...

It's not possible.

It's your imagination again.

No. Stay inside me.

He lives on the other side of the canal.

Opposite us here, on the Zattere embankment.

He has his own maritime agency.

They sold franchise.

Three schooners in lstria.

You've heard of him if I tell you his name.

He's old, a widower. Seems he's retired now.

With all this money, though.

I doubt he'll get it up anymore, but he can pay for his kicks.

He likes to look. He pays for looking.

He shopped around, until he found two housewives.

Not young, but nice.

You'd know them too, if I told you their names.

They live around here, those houses by Campo Marte.

For money naturally, they did it to each other in front of him.

He'd sit there and look in the kitchen where one of them lives.

A hole on the ground floor.

Their husbands? I would say they knew about it for sure.

Penniless, whatever they earned, the tavern gets it.

No, no, the two housewives... Well, they'd never done it before.

'Teresa, my love, let me tell you all about me.

'I write this diary in the hope that you will read it

'and in so doing learn what I would never be able to say to you personally.

'By confessing that I imagined you in the place of the blonde woman,

'I risk being judged vile and corrupt. I know that.

'And yet it is my love for you that urges me to face all risk.

'Anything to help break down your restraint,

'that cursed modesty which still makes you blush after 20 years of marriage.

'Being rid of it would help you too, don't you understand?

'And it would help me to satisfy you.

'I know that your innate discretion might prevent you from reading my diary

'but should your eye fall upon it by chance...'

Good morning.

- Bad weather. - Yes, better to sleep.

Bad weather also has its advantages,

- Giustina. .. - They can't understand anyway.

(Nino) Andrea's through with my hair.

Teresa, can you go and clear up?

- Can't I send Giustina? - No, not Giustina.

She always makes such a hell of a mess I can never find anything.

- No, go on. You go, I can stay here. - (Telephone rings)

Pensione Ciotti.

But certainly, papa loves to invite a guest for dinner, you know that.

And listen, thank him for sending the lobsters.

Yes, that'll be fine. 7.30, don't be late now. Ciao.

It was Lisa, she's bringing Laszlo to dinner.

Well, if that makes you happy.

What do you mean by "if it makes me happy"?

It makes Lisa happy. And it should make you happy too.

Someone is nice to you and you...

He even sent you some crabs.

Crabs? I thought it was lobsters.

Giustina, when you've

lay the table

On show.

- Why not, aren't we beautiful?

I should think so, Professor.

I forgot, I have to clean your study.

Always losing things.

"That damned restraint,

"that cursed modesty which still has you blush after years of marriage...

"Being rid...

"Being rid of your foolish modesty and silly prudishness

"would help me satisfy your true nature, Teresa.

"For deep down you're a bitch in heat,

"a whore like I never knew in my youth."

He did it on purpose. He knew I'd read it, he knew it.

I didn't open anything.

I didn't see, I didn't read anything. So there, you pig.

Couldn't you have arrived a bit earlier,

I was about to go.

I'm sorry, Professor.

He only brought it to me

Then the time it took to get here

This time it's dreadful, monstrous.

How can he do it I wonder?

The person who gave it to me

- Guglielmo or Emma ? - Bartolomeo, he said.

He's never existed.

All the same...

Well, yes...

Better Ciardi than never.

Quick sketch of

Attributable... to G. Ciardi.

John Bryan Rolfe.

Go with God.

Professor, I wanted to thank you.

Don't even think of it,

- Good night.

At 8:35.

I wouldn't make it weigh too much. It's not all that late.

As far as I'm concerned, he could have come back tomorrow morning.

Oh, I'm really sorry about this. Please... Please, forgive me.

I was held up by a cultural meeting.

A Longobardi, Trentini, or Radonicich cultural meeting?

I'll spare you the details, my darling.

Ah! Am I mistaken or have we mixed ourselves a cocktail?

- I made a Panzer Faust. - Oh, the famous German punch, eh?

The new very terrible Wehrmacht weapon.

Oh, for heaven's sake. No politics tonight.

- Dinner is served. - Jawohl, mein Herr.

Fraulein.

- Mmmm - Here.

- Daddy! - The legs are the best part.

I'm crazy about them.

We know you are. Ballerinas' legs too.

'Witty, in good form.'

I confess you make me wanna eat one too.

I'll open one for you.

Thank you.

Careful, Laszlo.

I wouldn't follow my husband.

You never know where you're going to end up.

If only you knew!

(Coughs) If only you knew the half of it.

Easy, Nino. Aurelio says it's getting very scarce.

All the more reason to drink it... and to be merry.

Are you crazy? With your blood pressure?

- What if doctor Fano finds out? - The professor is right though.

It's for those things we're not supposed to do,

that one should have the courage.

No, not for me. Pour some for mother.

Tell me when.

- Careful, mummy. - That's enough, thank you.

If you follow daddy, you'll never know where you're going to end up.

'Was she getting back at me?

'A sign she had read my diary.

'Or was it because of Laszlo's presence?

'I felt a sudden flash of panic.'

(Teresa) Oh, an empty glass. That'll never do.

Oh... Oh!

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Strauss?

No, it sounds more modern like...

Like Schonberg. Good for you, he rearranged it.

- Mother! - Are you all right, Signora?

- Teresa... - No, no, it's nothing. Nothing.

Forgive me. I'll only be a minute.

Excuse me.

'Jealousy was suffocating me.

'Yet the thought that she had touched him there, set me on fire.'

Mummy, are you all right?

Mother, answer me.

Mummy!

Daddy, Laszlo, hurry! Mother's fainted.

- Help me get her on the bed. - Yes.

- Pulse is weak. - Cognac, I should never have insisted.

No, no, no, if anything, the fault was mine.

Do you know where mother keeps her injection?

- The Vitacamphor? - Yes.

- I think so. - Good.

Massage her feet, I'll call the doctor.

(Nino) Doctor Fano, please.

Hello, Davide. It's me Nino, Nino Rolfe.

I'm sorry to bother you at this time of night,

but Teresa had a fainting spell.

Her pulse? It's a little weak.

Yes, she did drink a bit.

Vitacamphor? Yes, I think we have it.

Thank you. Thank you, Davide. Yes, good night.

- Yes... - Who will inject her?

Sorry, I can't, my hand will start shaking right away.

Oh, me too. Perhaps we should call Giulietta.

If you think it's all right, sir,

I must have given my mother 200 injections for...

Very well, since you're so good at it.

Could you kindly turn her round?

And... uncover her.

'To see her being looked at,

'touched, desired by Laszlo, kindled my own desire.'

Shh...

- You mustn't wake her. - No, no. She's relaxed now.

Well, Professor, I'll be leaving.

Forgive me if I don't see you out.

Don't bother, I know the way.

Good night, sir.

'In the past, Teresa having fainted would have worried me.

'Now I couldn't resist the desire to take advantage of her.'

'I found myself repudiating the cultural sublimations I had once loved.'

Byron, Baudelaire, D'Annunzio.

Where are you, eh?

Ah... Titian, Giorgione, Veronese,

and you too, mein herrlicher Klimt.

When did you give me this flesh which sets my prick on fire?

Are you sleeping or pretending to sleep? Eh?

'If she had read my diary, then hers was not a real sleep.

'A play to please me.

'A cover for her complicity.

'If she was pretending, I wanted to embarrass her

'to the point of having to keep on pretending.

'If you have read my diary, Teresa, I hope that you understood.

'Even though the idea of you doing it tears me apart with jealousy.'

Come on! Why don't you yell out?

You slut!

Why don't you shout obscene things?

I know you're thinking them.

Why don't you move?

Say something! Do something! Come on!

Come on!

Help me!

Oh, Laszlo...

Oh, Laszlo...

'Must I confess to committing adultery?

'Having the desire.

'Was it Nino?

'I don't know. It was different.

'The breath, the strength...

'The pleasure I felt was from another, for another.

'I was holding Nino but thought of Laszlo.

'Why?

'I wanted to please Nino or was I seeking pleasure for myself?

'Oh, my God.'

A wife is not allowed to get pleasure

to arouse her during intercourse

Amen!

'I feel no remorse for having thought of Laszlo.

'From now on I'll also use a diary to confess myself.'

I'll think about it, Laszlo. I shall.

My word, what equipment, eh?

- (Laszlo) Made in Germany. - Oh.

There's no denying it, Professor.

These Teutonics are unbeatable when it comes to serious matters.

The way the war is going is proof of that.

The Americans perhaps have a way with toys.

Look here. This is an American toy.

But something rare, though. I'll show you.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five.

Extraordinary.

If you like, you can have it for awhile.

It's very easy to operate.

Try it.

'How did he know that I would have liked

'to have a gadget of that sort at my disposal?

'I was irritated.

'And yet the thought of his complicity made my heart quicken.'

'I bought myself a diary.

'Not for answering my husband, but to speak freely to myself.

'What could I have answered to Nino's diary?

'That I've always fulfilled my wifely duties.

'That he shouldn't let his imagination run wild.

'That Laszlo is Lisa's fiancé and nothing more.

'Well, if he reads, I'll find out.'

Shut it!

Oh, my head...

Oh, Laszlo...

'I didn't care to know whether she was awake, sleeping or drunk.

'I was the one commanding the game.'

What manners!

I'm in the bathtub.

Get out!

Sorry.

Sorry my arse.

'It was like looking at someone else.'

You can come in now.

Oh...

I'm still wet.

What are you doing?

Oh, Nino, let me rinse my face.

I can't even look with my eyes.

With eyes closed one dreams better.

Oh, you're crazy.

At this time of day, crazy.

Well, what do you think of the camera?

There's no doubt about it, it will be successful.

Everyone will be able to take forbidden photographs.

Isn't that the whole point?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

At any rate, you're right.

Technically it's still very primitive.

I think I should go back to the old Zeiss.

Well, as I said, it's a toy. Whereas a Zeiss gives you definition.

Here's a detail shot I took of Giorgione's "Tempesta".

I used a Zeiss.

'I clutched the roll of film in my pocket.

'The mere thought that Laszlo might see the photographs

'I had taken of Teresa with my Zeiss

'gave me a voluptuous sensation of jealousy.'

But if the photographs are forbidden,

you'd have to get somebody to develop them.

You seem quite expert. I'd trust you.

If you wish, I'd be pleased to develop and print whatever you like.

Well, as a matter of fact...

'I wondered if by knowing

'that her photographs had been developed by Laszlo,

'Teresa would have more courage with him.'

I bought them in Istanbul

The Strait was full of English ships,

- I'll take them.

If you go back there again,

Lisa!

How come in uniform?

I'm leading the chorus at the rally. It's Saturday. Fascist Saturday.

I see not only daddy forgets these things.

I have to talk to you. Not here, in my room.

Stay here at the reception.

I'll be right back to settle the bill.

Yesterday at Laszlo's I saw your photos.

Saw, my photos?

Yes, photos in the nude. Posing as a bedroom harlot.

But Lisa... posing as a what?

Mother, it's useless to pretend you don't understand.

I'm not scandalised, if that's what you're worried about.

But I think I have every right to know the truth since I'm involved too.

Since you say you've seen these photos,

I'm not going to say you didn't.

But I swear I don't know anything.

If they exist, then naturally someone must have taken them.

Only I wasn't aware of it.

Most likely while I was sleeping.

In that case, it was certainly your father.

Mother, your filthy photos ended up with Laszlo.

In his laboratory, inside a book.

You can't be insinuating.

You mustn't think that, not even as a joke.

I think nothing, mama.

I'd like to know why, that's all I ask.

Well, if they ended up with Laszlo,

it's because to develop them he needed someone

who's close to the family.

There is no other explanation.

Please, don't ask me anything more.

He's my husband, Lisa, and I...

'And I What?

'What could I tell her?

'That I wasn't a submissive wife but a lustful woman?'

Mama, I didn't know that... you are despicable.

I'm sure now that it wasn't an accident

that Laszlo left that book around for me to see.

I've good reason to feel that he wanted me to see those photos.

- I forbid you to say that. - I can only pity you. But don't worry.

My only interest is finding out where we stand.

'Could she have seen us while we...?

'It's better for Nino if I don't write about this.'

We're going to the Malibran.

Are they showing a good film?

Professor, we'll be in a box.

Oh...

Fashion and... thrift.

That's what the "Duce" said.

Days have begun to grow longer,

Madam Teresa

Everybody needs to relax.

Certainly. I'm going out later, too.

- Keep well, Professor. - Thank you.

Let's go and have fun.

'So, Teresa keeps a diary.

'Fantastic.

'Was this her way of saying she had read mine?

'Finally things are beginning to move.'

(Lisa) 'Hello? Hello? Hello, daddy?

'Hello? Daddy, it's me, Lisa.

- 'Daddy?' - Hello?

'We're going to be late...'

- Yes. - '...mother and I.'

- Yes, yes, yes, I understand. - 'There's still some shopping...'

You're with mother.

- I see. - 'We'll be back soon.'

Could she have seen us

It's better for Nino

No, madam, it's not too short.

A quick iron and you can go out

Fine, then we can pick up your hat at the milliners.

But won't we be late?

Don't worry, I called daddy and told him.

'Sweet and condescending.

'As if the scene over the photos never happened.

'Was she aiming at something?'

My God, it's starting to rain.

It's springtime.

It's a good thing Laszlo brought along an umbrella.

Oh, hello.

What a nice surprise.

In Budapest we say an unexpected meeting is a fortunate meeting.

'She didn't tell me Laszlo would be joining us.'

THE "DUCE" DICTATES THE DIRECTIVE FOR THE NEW FASHION

Oh, my God!

Keep walking!

FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGES

Are you ready to order?

A brandy for me.

I... well, OK, me too.

An ersatz coffee for me.

I have to make a phone call.

Doesn't seem to want to stop.

Problem is, we... we only have one umbrella.

Rain or no rain, I have to go.

At 5:00pm there's another meeting at the Federation for all the school choirs.

But what about the milliner?

Well, you can go, mother. Laszlo can always accompany you.

No, no...

Then I prefer to go home.

Well, at least wait for it to stop raining.

Laszlo's right.

Anyhow, it's already clearing up.

You needn't worry, mother. I can also go to the milliner's.

And if your hat is ready, then I'll bring it.

You don't need it now. See you at the pension.

Mmm... you'd better take the umbrella.

- I'm not afraid of a little rain. - It's still pouring, Lisa. Take the umbrella.

You don't want to get all wet, do you?

As you wish.

- Bye. I'm off. - Bye.

'Did she do it on purpose?

'I felt as if I were at the cinema.

'Caught up in a plot.'

Ah...

We shouldn't, it doesn't look right.

Why not? You do it spontaneously. It's natural.

There's nothing wrong with it.

It's not raining anymore.

- Ah, the sun. - We could leave now.

If you like.

Better go before the storm returns.

Why should it?

Oh, well... the season is uncertain.

Variable.

It's often said of a woman.

Waiter.

- Haven't you got small change ? - No.

Lisa told me about the photographs.

Those photographs with me in them.

That certainly explains a lot.

I'd imagined as much.

They're photographs that I developed and printed

at your husband's request.

You saw me in that way.

I desired you.

'My head was swirling.

'I had to get some air so as not to faint.'

- Egon Schiele... - False.

I know who did it.

Professor, with you

Well! A good painting,

It's congenial with those of Schiele.

They pay 200 lire for the expertise.

Very well, homage to Schiele.

But I don't think

Officially, no. Degenerate art.

But under the counter the "blackshirts"

They're not fools.

Sit here, Professor.

And to think that

if you swear that

It's ridiculous, it's the false ones

Well said, Professor.

One has to live.

They threw poor Dr Fano

He's lost everything.

Just a few secret calls.

I know, it's almost a year now.

But you are trustworthy,

Dr Fano examines you

'I suddenly felt the 200 lire was not just a fee

'for authenticating a false painting,

'but a subtle sign of solidarity.'

A lady's looking for you,

Good day, Mr Longobardi.

Lisa, what are you doing here?

Oh, nothing's wrong, don't worry.

It's only that I don't know what's happened to mother.

Why, didn't she go out with you?

Yes, but then I had to go to the Federation for a while,

and I left her at the Caffé Florian.

We'd agreed that I could pick up her hat at the milliner's.

But she still hasn't returned to the pension.

She's probably stopped off to look at the window displays.

Dear Memo, my regards.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

- Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Anania,

Forget, Anania,

I've become a Christian on purpose

There she is.

Ah, she's alone. Well, Laszlo's still in the centre.

Well, you tell her that I'm in a hurry and that I'll see her later

and that I gave her hat to Giulietta.

Was Laszlo there too?

Yes, he came to pick us up at the dressmaker's.

Well, with Laszlo she was in good hands.

Why were you so worried?

Is that what you teach them at school?

Oh, daddy, you never take anything seriously.

'You could tell at a glance. Something was happening to her.'

Nearly twenty-five past six.

'The thought that she had been alone with Laszlo made me wildly jealous.

'And jealously wild with desire.

'War games.'

(Teresa) Hurry! We'll be soaking wet.

The Academy. Let's duck in the Academy.

We can wait it out here.

(Nino) 'I earned 200 lire today.'

(Laszlo) I can show you where I work.

(Nino) 'I'll buy you some earrings...'

(Laszlo) Wouldn't you like to?

(Nino) '...a bracelet, a necklace - anything you want.

'Although the real reward between a husband and wife

'who'd been sharing their lives for 20 years should be...

'...unrestrained intimacy.

'Shameless love.

'Did he kiss you?

'Did he touch you?

'Here?

'Or here?

'Or did he touch you here?

'Did he try over here?

'Tell me. Tell me.

'Did he call you "love"?

'Did he say "my love"?

'Tell me. Tell me.

"'My love", "my heart"...

'Did he whisper those things?'

(Teresa) 'Nino and Laszlo became one within me.'

(Nino) 'Tell me, tell me. Did he?'

Do you like my work?

Teresa.

Not here.

You're wet.

I can't live without you.

Teresa.

'If Nino reads, he'll know I resisted.'

Do you like it?

Tell me the truth. You like it, don't you, Teresa?

(Teresa) Are you sure you want to know?

(Nino) No, don't tell me!

'I felt the blood pressing in my ears.

'My brain swirled with visions.'

(Teresa) 'When I opened the album, the marker was gone.

'A sign that Nino had found and read my diary?'

Over there, by the Zattere, the sun is shining, it's like summer.

Here at the Giudecca, the winter never ends and for me that just means pain.

If I were to list all my pains.

Mmm... what's this?

Ooh! Meanwhile, I'm going to warm my bones on the other side.

I'll be back in a couple of hours.

Well then, have a nice walk.

I'll be going out too later on.

See you at supper time.

Yes... yes.

'He looked at me as if to say:

"'Take advantage of my absence and read my diary."

'He'd do better to read mine.

'That's why I said I was going out too.

'Let's hope he understood.'

I'm dead serious, Nino.

You absolutely must stop drinking, smoking...

Oh no, that's a vice I don't have. The only one.

You have to eat little.

Don't forget that coitus, as any medical book will tell you,

in your condition is risky.

The risk of leaving while coming, eh?

But at my age and in my condition there's no choice.

The more you risk, the more you live.

Well, after all, considering what's awaiting us...

(indistinct chattering)

I'm gonna take a look, see what they're doing.

'Like at the Caffé Florian, she left me alone with Laszlo.

(Laszlo) Teresa.

Ooh...

We'll be safe behind those bushes. Come!

'Each time, that nonchalant way of his made my heart quiver.'

Come with me.

'I couldn't help thinking Lisa had set a trap for me.

'Anything could have happened.'

'I deliberately made no mention to Teresa

'of what doctor Fano had told me.

'If she eases up because of risky coitus,

'I'll have proof that she's read my diary.'

If you behave, I'll show you something.

I bought them today.

They say if the war comes,

we won't be able to get them anymore.

'Without shame.

'Almost brazenly.'

Well, what do you have to say? Huh?

Pig!

'Purposely to provoke me.

'The change in her was only too evident.

'Something must have happened for sure.'

Oh, Nino, down more.

"GRANCEOLA" INN

'Finally, I would see Laszlo naked.'

(Laszlo) 'My love, my only treasure.'

No!

First I want to touch you.

Do you want one too?

I've never tried before.

There is always a first time.

Yes, there always is.

Mmm! I like it.

'Pleasure was liberating me.'

Pay Mr Aurelio and then

Has she come back?

No, she said she wouldn't

Ah, Professor, I almost forgot.

Miss Lisa is waiting for you

Hello, daddy.

Your study's such a mess.

Leave it, Lisa.

It's fine the way it is. It doesn't matter.

I like it this way. I know where everything is.

What about mother? Do you know where she is?

I thought she was with you.

- She's at the Lido. - At the Lido?

Yes, with Laszlo.

I found a suitable place, a small pension in San Nicolette.

Between the firing range and the airport.

On the one side they fire, and on the other they...

In Venice it would have been too compromising even for you, daddy.

What the devil are you saying, Lisa?

'Was she looking for revenge or someone to lean on?'

Anyway, mother said she's remained faithful to you.

Just stop it, Lisa. Leave me alone.

As you wish.

They grow so quickly, don%they,daddy?

You should cut them off.

Cut them off, what?

Your curls, daddy.

They almost reach your neck.

Don't worry about my curls.

I might even grow my hair down to my shoulders, eh?

Have it dyed purple!

'I couldn't find the courage to accept that challenge.

'We could have compared our respective jealousies.'

(Screams angrily)

(Lisa) 'I found a suitable place, a small pension in San Nicolette.

'Between the firing range and the airport.

'On the one side they fire, and on the other...

(Nino) 'Lisa's impudence...' (Lisa) '...they fly.'

(Nino) '...it almost fascinated me.'

(Whinnies)

(Lisa) 'Anyway, mother said she remained faithful to you.'

(Lisa) 'Anyway, mother said she remained faithful to you.'

Madam Teresa, I know

but for once

For the lady.

Very well, but please

Of course.

Let's go.

(Sings) I only want you for an hour

to tell you what you don't know

And in this hour

'My heart was thumping in my chest.

'I couldn't help smiling remembering Dr Fano's advice.

'Full of life.

'Self-assured.

'Even brazen.'

'I felt at ease

'without the old shame,

'the old fears.'

You did well to eat and not wait for me.

I'm not hungry.

No,no,no.

No, don't take them off.

Don't take them off.

(Teresa) 'Suddenly I felt a rush of gratitude for Nino.

'I desired to repay him, serve him out of gratefulness.

Like when you were a baby.

Nino.

The wall - it's ruined.

(Nino) Oh, Teresa, kiss me.

Kiss me, kiss me.

Where the fuck are they running to?

Oh, Fascist Saturday.

Well...

'For a few hundred broken statues,

'for some thousands of tattered books,

'I have been trading you, Teresa, much too long.

'I didn't give a fuck about anything anymore.

'Now my whole existence was that little piece of meat

'hanging between my legs.

'If it stood up enough,

'I was expressing myself to the fullest.

Look. We look like Jupiter and Juno...

in Giulio Romano's "Love of the Gods".

I always imagined Jupiter with a beard

and Juno much fatter.

(Laszlo) You're depressed.

What's the matter?

Are you thinking about Nino?

Well, he was strange today.

He didn't wake up until noon.

He seemed exhausted.

And yet he was aroused.

It can happen sometimes. Exhaustion doesn't kill desire.

Anyway, I think your husband is sick.

He's not normal.

Go ahead and say it. He's abnormal.

I realised that a long time ago.

What is he trying to do?

Provoke us? Put us to the test?

No, no. You don't understand.

I didn't either at first.

He uses you. Jealousy excites him.

Have him take a look at this then.

Are you crazy?

Yes, about you.

(Teresa) 'Actually, it was I who was using Laszlo.

'In his arms I was truly liberating myself.'

Whore, she's not content

who've even broken

She also steals

Listen to this whore.

Her husband is a cuckold

Whore!

She gives it away for money.

Walking the streets.

She doesn't work much

And all the money she gets,

And why not?

It isn't wine, is it?

Yes, it is.

I want to die.

I want to die!

I want to die!

Go outside and die.

I'll offer you a glass as well.

I'd really like to die

Madam Zaira,

A litre of Clinto... six lire.

Do you remember

- Stanko from Lussinpiccolo? - Yes, him.

- He's gone. - How do you mean ?

I mean that he's dead.

Heart failure.

Here, in front of the bar.

While he was drinking,

It's so true:

No, you can't control it.

Or from death.

Good night, Professor.

'I could have caught up with her but decided not to.

'I wanted to give her time to get ready for bed.'

I want to die!

I want to die!

'Teresa, I beg you,

'lie to me if you must,

'but tell me you only use him

'to provoke my...

'...lust.'

I want to die.

Oh, Teresa.

Take off your underpants.

All right.

Put mine on.

Yours?

- So...

Now put on the garters, stockings and my bra too.

No, Teresa.

Stop discussing. I like you that way.

All right. If that pleases you, why not?

Complicated contraption, isn't it? Now, where exactly...

There...

Now I've got to put them all together.

Didn't you always talk about being rid of limitations and restraint?

Now this...

Not too sure which side is up.

Ah, very nice, very fetching.

Look out! My glasses!

I'm cold.

No, keep it on. Keep it on.

You excite me dressed like that.

For having engraved in copper a pose like yours

400 years ago, an artist ended up in prison.

Giulio Romano.

How did you know about Giulio Romano, eh?

I know.

Giulio Romano did the drawings.

But the man who went to prison was the engraver,

Marco Antonio Raimondi.

He didn't have the political protection the other man had.

- Who put him in prison? - The Pope.

- And the engravings? - Destroyed.

Those were other times.

No, it was always the same.

You are like a timeless man.

That's a nice compliment, Teresa.

Where are you going?

No, no. No, leave them. You can pick them up tomorrow.

Ah...

Nino!

Nino!

Hello, Dr Fano. Teresa Rolfe.

Sorry I had to disturb at this hour, but can you come at once?

Yes. Nino.

I don't know, he's shaking all over.

You must come right away, it's urgent.

Oh, Madonna!

Am I wrong or it happened during intercourse?

No, not during, after a moment.

Circulatory collapse and catharsis, that's typical.

(Teresa) ls there danger? (Fano) No, not for the moment.

It's a thrombosis, not a heart attack.

He needs assistance, you have to get a nurse.

(Teresa) If you could help me find someone.

(Fano) You know very well I can't. At least not openly.

Perhaps there's some friend, I'll see.

(Teresa) How can I ever thank you?

(Fano) A donation, Signora, to the Jewish rest home.

'I wanted to bring the diary up to date.

'Take advantage of his illness to sum up the situation.

'The signal. Poor Nino...

"'...knowing her photos developed by Laszlo,

"'would Teresa be more attracted to him.

"'I beg you, lie to me if you must,

"'but tell me you only use him to provoke my lust."'

(Lisa) Mother...

- The nurse has arrived. - I'll join you in a minute.

A minute.

There you go, Professor, as good as new.

Better than ever.

Signorina ltalia, will you accompany Andrea?

Ah, it's not necessary, Signora.

Just a few days, Professor, and you'll be yourself again.

I'll go prepare his porridge.

Diary...

You want to write in your diary?

Yours...

- You know I don't keep a diary. - (Lisa) Hello, daddy.

You look so much better today.

Much better than yesterday.

What about you, mama? I think you should get some air, don't you?

It's days you've been shut up here in the house.

What'll we do if you get sick too?

I have all afternoon off.

'Sweet and kind again.'

Well, maybe after lunch I'll go out.

'Nino had always read my diary,

'though he pretended to ignore it.

'Why did he mention it then?

'A way of saying there was no longer any reason for pretending?

This is St George's.

Over there is St Mark's square.

Where we're going now,

Carefully, Miss.

Carefully, one at a time.

We'll get on the next one.

Come on, move along,

- Are they enough ? - Thanks.

'I wanted to substitute with blank pages

'what I wrote after that day at the beach.

"'Go on, read" I'll tell him, my diary ends here.

'Something told me I should hurry back.

'It wasn't the thought of Nino.

'I had the feeling Lisa wanted me out of the way.'

- Oh, Signora. - Is something wrong?

Your daughter gave me two hours off. She's staying with the professor.

Your daughter's just gone out.

You go ahead, I'll only be a minute.

DADDY SAID HE DOESN'T WANT PRIESTS AT THE FUNERAL.

Lisa! She read in my diary.

Without your glasses you seem naked.

- You're here as well.

You know what his thoughts were.

I came to see him off.

We were good friends.

And then, if anything. ..

He was atheist. Not protestant.

Bear up.

Oh, come on.

We'll pass behind the hospital.

With his authentication

And he managed to enjoy life.

Mussolini

Lift up your hearts.

'Tears won't come and not even suffering.

'At least pretend, act like a widow.'

An oceanic crowd is converging

Thousands of Italians are waiting

for the "Duce" to appear at any moment,

We're in the presence

The expectation is spasmodic.

Careful, mother. You're not getting wet, are you?

'Jealous of me for the complicity which had tied me to Nino.

'Poor Lisa, all her traps only served to strengthen our bond.'

Quick, hurry up!

'I knew about the risky coitus, Nino.

'I feel no guilt for that.

'I carried out your project.

'The loyal accomplice.

'Faithfully unfaithful.'

Greetings to the "Duce"!

Fighting men...

Here's Mussolini!

...on land, on sea and in the air.

"Blackshirts" of the revolution

Men and women of Italy,

Listen!

The hour marked out by destiny

The hour of irrevocable decisions...

The declaration of war has already been

He's declared war. I knew it.

What an orator.

- We'll win! - And lose the oar!

Go on, row!

'Inside the coffin,

'It's your... it's our secret, Nino.'

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