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WHITE TELEPHONES
(The Career of a Chambermaid)

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, my love.

I understand.

Fabrizio!

You brought the violin!

No!

Yes?

Yes, dear.

The girl?

High fever?

I'll be right there.

Fabrizio...

THE END

"VENICE FILM FESTIVAL"

Who did you see? Osvaldo Valente,
Vittorio de Sica, Amedeo Nazzari?

No, I haven't seen them.

- That's Loretta Mari!
- It's true. How beautiful she is!

What are you doing, busybodies?
You still have to clean the entire floor.

I'm coming, ma'am,
but first I want to see Franco Denza.

Calm down. Let me breathe!

How handsome he is!

- Just like in the movies.
- Okay. Thank you.

- What are you doing, Mr. Luciani?
- What do you think I'm doing?

I saw that you were falling,
and I held onto you.

- Just so you could grab my ass!
- And that's the thanks I get?

I saved your life
and that's how you reward me.

- Listen. Wait...
- No, let me go, I'm on duty!

But if you're on duty,
then I am a client...

Come on, come on. I have tons
of things to tell you.

I am someone in the cinema and I could
make you rich,

instead of working here as a maid.

Come here and
let me give you a kiss.

Let me go, Mr. Luciani!

I know who I am.
I am of weak character and I can't say no.

- Then tell me yes!
- No way.

Because if the boss finds out,
I'm fired.

Good. Then I'll take you to Rome
and present you to everyone.

Okay, in Rome. I'll go to Rome,
you'll put me in a movie,

and then in Rome, I swear,
I'll surrender to you. But not here.

Don't you trust me?

Look, you could have as many as you want.
Look in the mirror.

You know how Loretta Mari started?

With someone who said:
"Come to Rome to make movies”

Walk, let me see you walk.

Come on, sweetheart. Like a model.

Bravo, like that.

Your perfume.
Feel its enchanting scent.

Come. Let's dance.

Have you seen how Clark Gable kissed
Claudette Colbert

in "It Happened One Night?
Like this.

Take off those rags!

The maid's uniform is an insult
for a body like yours.

- But what are you doing, Mr. Luciani?
- Trust me.

And remember that making love
is good for the skin,

And it helps the career!
- No, not the panties!

Don't be so materialistic, Mr. Luciani!

Now I must go to the gala dinner,

since this is the last night
and there will be an awards ceremony.

But upon arriving in Rome, I'll call you,
and I will make you a queen of the 7th art.

- What?
- 7th art, the cinema.

The film and I are inseparable.

Here is my business card.
I'll call you soon.

Farewell.

And clean up a little.
Look at this mess!

- You're shameless!
- You're a brute!

- I know what you've done with that Roman.
- It's not true, that's slander.

- It's not slander! I saw you!
- He jumped on me!

But I defended myself, I swear.
I hit him so hard he fell out of bed!

Take that, you liar!

But why do you put out for
everyone except me?

Because I love you.

You say you love me,
but you give me nothing...

...and yet you give
everything to strangers!

I told you I didn't want to,
you must believe me.

We can not get married
if you don't trust me.

As soon as I put my hand on your
thigh, you say "Hold it".

I said it to him, too.
Is it my fault if he continued?

Hold it.

It's your fault!

You and me... It was a beautiful story,
but you ruined it all.

You hear what I'm saying?
I will not marry you!

- Come on, Marcella. - I would have married
you even though you're poor,

but a brute like you,
I do not want!

- Marcella...
- Leave me alone.

You obsessive pig!

Cowardly brute!

Help!

Can he swim?

More or less.

Marcella!

Luigino, would you let me
make a call to Rome?

Calls cost.
What will you give me?

A kiss, like last time.

The last time it was
a local call to Venice.

This is long distance, my dear.

To call Rome,
I have to see at least one titty.

- Is Mr. Luciani in?
- It's me. Who is it?

Is that you? Mr. Luciani?

It's Marcella from Venice.
Remember?

Of course I remember!
How are you?

Why don't you come to Rome?
What are you still doing there?

Expecting your call.

- Well, I called.
- No, you haven't called me.

Well, whatever.
We're waiting for you with open arms.

I am at your disposal,
whenever you decide to come.

Bye, beautiful!

Hey!

Will you stop sitting in
my chair when I'm not here?!

I'm sorry, sir.
It was my mother who is unwell.

Now go buy a pack
of Macedonia Extra

and three bills of exchange
to make payments.

Sir, do you know how "Santa Lucia of
Napoli” did at the box office yesterday?

- Please, I'd rather you not tell me.
- Alright.

He told me to go to Rome,
he'll take care of everything.

- You have to pay for the call, right?
- Right, and I'll pay!

- This call lasted 3 minutes.
- Sorry, but I have only two!

You have to be careful, Marcella.

Rome is a big city and the bigger the city,
the more disgusting it is.

It's hard for a girl to stay pure.

And if I ever came
to know something bad about you,

you know what I would say:

"Better to be a whore than a slave.”
That's what I'd say.

Yes, exactly that.

I am an honest woman,
and what did I get?

Working since the age
I was able to walk,

and I still work
while death is near.

The only fun I had
in my life was when I went to Padova,

to visit your father in the hospital.

That's why I'm telling you:
"Go quickly, my child."”

Go as far as possible
from this misery.

You should not end up like me.

- Mom!
- What?

- My money is gone!
- Right.

More than right.
The money is gone, it's empty!

Holy mother of God!
Your father must have found it.

That's why he hasn't been
home for a few days.

Damn it! Tell me how
will I go to Rome now?

That's your father
coming home with your money,

except now it's in liquid form.

What a disaster!

So, will you marry me or not?

I'd cut my balls before I married
one like you...! Yeah, I'll marry you!

You are a man of character.

- So, you'll take me to Rome?
- Why?

We are lucky to live in Venice.

It will be the best
honeymoon in the world. Right, Nano?

You bet,
they'll come from Padova to see it!

But if we were married in Rome,
Mussolini would come to our wedding.

- Why? Is he related to you?
- And what does that matter?

All those who marry on
the anniversary of the revolution...

...get a free trip
and a thousand lire prize.

If you take me to Rome,
I will put out before we get married.

Damn, how wonderful!
When do we leave?

Are you crazy?
Are you sick?

- Surrender now!
- Nano is watching us.

I don't see or hear anything.

Help me.

You weigh a ton.

Stay close to me.
Don't get lost.

This Fascist Italy
that has drained the swamps,

this universal Rome, where the flags
wave from the crowning works,

welcomes the bride and groom
of the regime.

- Who is it?
- Must be the Duce.

- Tomorrow...
- Like hell!

...religious ceremony will take place.
Go to your barracks immediately.

Men on the right
and women on the left.

And remember:

Tonight we do not fuck!

- You want the bag?
- No, thank you. Keep it yourself.

- See you later!
- Goodbye!

- See you at dinner.
- Goodbye!

- What are you doing, bride? Running away?
- Be right back!

"Littoria Productions"

I'll give you 3 lira, but you have to
wait for me and drive me again later.

- I don't understand, but okay.
- Great.

Excuse me.

Mr. Luciani, please?

- Answer! Is he or is he not here?
- Who?

Luciani, Littoria Films.

No one. They're "cooked".

- How do you say?
-They're are all gone.

- And where have they moved?
- To jail.

- I have no desire to go to sleep.
- Neither do I.

And if we would join
our men in their barracks?

Margherita, wait!

Stop right there!

What a shock.

- What are you doing here?
- I had to go on an errand.

- And you?
- I watch the cannon.

- And why?
- Because I like guns.

Unlike me. They frighten me.

Does this scare you too?

Answer!

So be it.

Ah, la, la, silly billy!

AR, la, la?

- Does this scare you?
- No, I think you're a little crazy.

We Fascists are
all crazy, don't you know? Eccentric.

Let me see that face.

I can read your heart.
You are unhappy, doll.

How can you tell?

You don't feel
like marrying that prick fiance of yours.

Not true!

- You know him?
- I saw you together.

Well, I have to go.
Good night.

Wait.

Did you like it?

- But I don't kiss like that.
- And how do you kiss?

With my mouth open. Like this.

Look at those two!

- But where are you going? Wait!
- You have to guard the cannon!

The cannon can take care of itself!

Heel, Caesar,
damn your ancestors!

And you, bright hope
of the new Italy,

pacified by the man
of Providence,

to you which give children
to the homeland, and children to Jesus.

- Here, where the vicar of the Holy Church
- Father, there's 2,000 couples.

Let's start!
The first two.

- Stefani a Rocca, will you marry Sandro?
- Yes

- You, Sandro, will you marry Stefania?
- Yes

Rings. I now pronounce you husband
and wife, on behalf of the father...

Next couple!

Do you, Tiziana Barbanti take Enrico Abate?
- Yes

- And you, Enrico Abate, Tiziana Barbanti?
- Yes

The rings. I now pronounce you husband
and wife, on behalf of the father...

Next ones.

Ernesto, what are you doing?

What the fuck is going on here?

- Do you Rosalba Bellini take
Ippoliti Alfonso? - Yes

- And you Ippoliti Alfonso,
Rosalba Bellini? - Yes

- Now you are married in the...
- Come, come.

Will you, Marcella Vallmarin marry
Roberto Trevisan?

- Yes.
- And you, Roberto Trevisan,

will you marry Marcella Vallmarin?

- No!
- Rings. What did you say?!

I said no, because this
woman is a fucking traitor!

On the eve of our marriage, I was
cuckolded by this black pig!

Comrades!

Leave me alone, you bastards!

- Take your hands off!
- May you all take it up the ass!

Long live Benito Mussolini...

Murderers, leave me alone!

Dirty bastards!

- Go on, father.
- Roberto!

Whore, fucking whore!

Let me go, you bastards!

Fear not, little one. I'm here.

Wretched bastards!

Where are you taking me?
Can you answer my question?

Nearby.

And what are you doing?
Why aren't you singing?

March!

Roberto was sent as a volunteer,
to conquest an empire,

and I became a friend
of Lieutenant Bruno.

My horoscope had predicted
good luck, health,

and a happy
encounter with a Leo...

and Bruno was a Leo.

At least that was his zodiac sign.

Tell me you're a Red!
A disgusting Red!

- I am a Red.
- A nasty Red!

- A nasty Red.
- And now, fall down!

Bravo, Mr. Bruno.
You're great today.

I always am.

Long live the Duce.

Will you close the damn window?

Wake up, honey. As the sun rises
Mussolini goes horseback riding!

A little air to the underside, and then
a well deserved rest after the gymnastics.

Come, my mare, I will mount you.

I don't feel like it in the morning.
I have no desire...

and I have low blood pressure.

Well, I love to do it in the morning.
I am a beast!

I have a roaring
panther in my pants!

Why can't your
panther roar at night?

Come on, let me.

Okay, but do it quickly.

Damn it!

All this hesitation made me flabby.
Fuck!

Even better. Enough of carnal pleasures,
said the Federate. Stop living comfortably!

Ottilio, one knocks before entering!

- What if I had been fucking?
- Excuse me.

- You've run out of honey?
- There is blackberry jam.

For you I'm just a carnal pleasure?

Fuck you!

At first you made many promises:
"You'll meet this one, that one..."

And it turns out for you
I'm just a carnal pleasure!

Don't you understand that I am a soldier,
a fighter?

I am a falcon, bitch!

An eagle flying in the clouds!
By the Virgin!

Today here, tomorrow there.
If I'm told:

"Comrade, we're going to battle
with the Reds, and smash the Abyssinians! "

"Take your clubs,
and let them taste the wood! "

What should I tell them?
"I can't

'cause I have to take care
of my concubine "?

What are you trying to say?

I mean,
I can't be tied to a cruel fate.

- I'll take you to safety.
- What?

I'll take you to my mother.

Enrichetta, nice to see you.
What about Mom?

I'll call her right away,
Mr. Bruno.

Come, dear, I'll show you the way.

Ms. Elvira
Mr. Bruno has arrived.

- Mom!
- You never come to visit me!

- Ah, the party.
- You and your strength...

I present to you - Marcella.

- Very pretty. Where are you from?
- From near Venice.

- Venice. Venetian girls are very
good and kind. - Thank you.

Enrichetta, take the case.

And you, go up with her
and show her the pink room.

Yes, Mom.

Enrichetta, what a beautiful ass.

You should have seen it
when I was twenty...

- Marcella!
- Yes?

Here you'll feel good.
Mom is very nice.

This is your room.

- Can't they be opened?
- The windows should not open.

- Why?
- Because they shouldn't.

This is a luxury pension.
It'll cost me dear.

Not only will you not pay much,
but you'll also earn a little.

I'm hungry!

- Bruno, my love!
- Frida!

You're so pretty and nice.

- Bruno!
- Inez, dear.

What kind of place
did you bring me into?

This is not a house,
it's a brothel.

And don't make that face.

It's a job like any other.
If you do it seriously.

Girls, I present you
the new house guest, Marcella.

- Hello, Marcella.
- She's a good girl.

Be kind to her.

She has no experience.

- Sit down, Marcella.
- Sit down, Marcellina.

Let us pray.

Lord, we thank you
for the food we're going to take.

- Thank you for your glory and for our
health. Amen. - Amen.

Ms. Elvira,
you always make broth.

The broth is light,
and you have to work later.

Here, Marcella.
It'll do you good.

I want to tell you something.

- Mom, she got me hard.
- After, or the soup will get cold.

Later.

- This broth is good, Mom.
- Yes

Cheer up, silly.

Yes, I ended up
in a house of doom.

I had the urge to escape.

But then I remembered the good advice
my mother had given me,

and I stayed.

Dear Marcella,
We have finally conquered an empire

and we are battling
the last rebels.

I'm sending you a photo with a lion
I took at Addis Ababa Zoo

because lions are very
scarce here.

What are you doing there?
Attack!

Forward...

- Sorry, Comrade, have I shot you?
- It was you?

- I didn't do it on purpose.
- I hope so!

- Where are you hurt?
- In the ass, can't you see?

Were you trying to run away?

No, it was Oreste,
that Neapolitan bastard.

Are you comfortable?

Who is going with a minor?

Who is going with a minor?

Who is going with a minor?

"SIMPLE
25 lire"

A glove to number 9.

You like that one?

- Which one, Dad?
- That one.

No, Dad.

All artists are here.

If you're not doing business,
leave the room.

Ladies!

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Go to the parlor.

If you want me,
my name is Daphne.

- Lole.
- Frida.

- Katia.
- Sonia.

- Maruska.
- Maruska!

- You like that one?
- No. No, Dad.

Stop!

- Don't get naked.
- No?

- Can you sing lullabies?
- Yes

Nana, mama,

mama's treasure.

- Bye, sweetie.
- Goodbye.

- Come back soon.
- Of course!

You want to go with a Bolognese
and have some fun, handsome?

- You don't like her either?
- No, Dad.

But, Dad...

Come on.

You too.

- Wait here.
- Yes, Dad.

- Well, goodbye.
- Bye, Maruska.

- You have done well, and have a
beautiful voice. - Thank you.

How'd you like to enter
into show business?

I hope so.
That's always been my dream.

This is my business card.

When you have time,
come see me.

You're maestro Gondrano Rossi?

Thank you, maestro!

I'm coming.

Thank you.

Shall we?

Taking off your shoes?
Do you want a double?

No...

- It can't be!
- Roberto!

Say it is not true.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here? What about you?

I live here
and you came here on purpose.

You say that as if you live in the Great
Hotel! You live in a brothel!

Speak nicely, it's not a brothel.
It's called House of appointments.

Call it what you want,
you're a whore!

- It's your fault I ended up here.
- Oh, yeah?

If you knew where I ended up because of you
You know where that pig Lieutenant sent me?

- Shut up, his mother is here!
- Of course,

the mother of a bastard
could only live here!

Roberto!

Roberto!

Roberto!

I left that house forever.

I asked Maestro Rossi for help.

I didn't know how to sing,
barely had a singing voice,

But everything can be learned.

Soon, I became
a song starlet.

- Until tomorrow.
- Goodbye.

- Miss, can you give me an autograph?
- Yes.

Me too! Thank you.

Sign one for me too, please.

"DIRTY SLUT!"

Roberto!

I'm sorry,
but I came for a serious reason.

"Roberto and Ada
get married tomorrow. "

- Where?
- In San Ignacio, at 10.

And who is this Ada?

A good girl. A devoted homemaker,
beautiful, tall, owner of a stationery shop

Then it's a marriage of convenience?

Even men get
married for money sometimes.

Not only women are whores.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Goodbye, Maria Luisa.

Do you take this woman
here as your wife...?

Yes.

And you, do you take him
as your husband...?

What a scoundrel...

What a joke.
Asshole!

It wasn't a joke. I wanted to know
if you still loved me.

Well, then I inform you that I don't,
and I never did!

That's what I wanted to hear.

If that's what you love to hear,
then you're a moron

And you'll die a moron!

And to think that I came here
to try to revive...

the flame of love.

I'll plant that flame
straight on your head!

Marcella, wait!
Marcella!

- Give me a kiss.
- We are in a church!

I love you.

But when I think you cheat on me
continuously, I get a heartache!

Because I
have always been faithful.

Ah, you're faithful?

And what were you doing
at that place where you found me?

That was just pure instinct.
There were no emotions involved.

I have also never
betrayed my feelings.

I've always thought of you. Always.

I don't care if you think of
me when you go to bed with another!

What do I say: "Meet my fiance, we met
in a brothel!"

My children,
I am hearing a confession.

We're sorry.

You're a pig, a scoundrel.

And to think I was leaving
everything to come and be with you,

and you can't do anything but insult me and
talk about the past that I put behind me!

Marcella, wait.

No, I'm done with you.

You're too materialistic for me.

And besides...

you are unable to forgive.

Drive.

Marcella, wait!

Slut!

When you go by the street

With all your grace,

and your beautiful eyes

everyone says:

Bim Bum Bamba
what a pretty girl.

Bim Bum Bamba
Bim Bum Bamba,

Bim Bum Bamba
What a girl so...

- I have no inspiration, Mom.
- Take your drops, sweetie.

Life with an artist
is sometimes difficult.

Gondrano was a great artist.

After the "Shoemaker's Waltz"
and "Vagabond Fifer”,

he was now composing

“Bim Bum Bamba, what a pretty girl.”

Here, honey.

Nothing comes to me, Mom.

I've got it!

I've got it!

Bim Bum Bamba
what a pretty girl...

You were born to love.

Hey, pretty girl!

You want a ride?

Thank you.

Get in.

Where'd you go with that
giant luggage?

Get in, little blonde creature.

It was Franco Denza.

The famous actor, a film star I adored
He was going to Ostia,

to recite his favorite poet.
A certain... Marinucci... Marinelli...

What was his name?
Ah, yes, Marinetti

"Roar of an avalanche and earthquake.
It is the time of rebirth.

The columns are crumbling

the masses are crashing down
until they finally ask:

"Who gave you
the right to lie?”

Cursed be the youth
who is not convinced

that King is the master
of the city.

And as he falls down on the ground...
Be brave, young men!

Be brave, young men!
Get out of this city that imprisons you!

- Bravo.
- It's nothing.

- This is it.
- What would you like?

Risotto made with white wine,
with lemon.

- Hello.
- Mr. Denza.

- My table.
- Please.

The truth is that deep inside,
I have always felt very lonely.

At the end of the day, what is success
and money, if our heart does not love?

You said that you also work
in show business.

So you perfectly understand
the meaning of the saying:

"You have to smile
when the heart is cold. “

- Right?
- Yes

- I sing in the "Happy Trio".
- Good.

And in commercials
for "Amaro Cola".

"Amaro Cola"!
A good digestive,

although I prefer cognac,

and even whiskey from time to time.
Go, angel.

- It lifts your spirits!
- What should I bring you?

- What will you have to drink, dear?
- You decide.

Bring whatever you want, I trust you.
You shouldn't be so polite, you should...

- Be impolite.
- Impolite...

No, let's be on first-name basis!
We're friends, right?

For my part,
I feel that I love you a little.

- Me too.
- So you're a dancer?

No, I sing with
the "Happy Trio".

Ah yes, the "Happy Trio”

You like London?

- I don't know it.
- Well.

In that case we will go in my private jet
that I pilot personally.

"Damn Chinese,
I'll finish you! "

You own a bomber plane?

No! It's a scene from my latest film
"Bombs over the Yellow Sea."”

Did you like it?

I haven't seen it.

Well, forget the cinema.
Let's talk about you, all about you.

Which one of my films
you like the most? Tell me.

- All.
- Is this wine alright?

Yes, but serve Luisella first.

- Marcella!
- Marcella...

- Chin-chin, pigeon.
- Chin-chin.

- A kiss?
- What? So soon?

I, wild guy.
You, young lady.

Wild guy
kiss young lady.

Magnificent!
Vermicelli with clams.

The first rule in winning a
woman is to provide a good meal.

Good, good, good.

Young man, wake up!
Serve the lady.

You want some, ma'am?

Yes, thank you.

What are you doing?

- Disgraceful!
- Sorry, I got distracted.

Murderer, pig!

Slut, you do it with everyone
but me!

- I've always remained faithful in heart.
- Ah, in heart?

All the while you're
swapping spit with this suckling pig!

- Now, now, young man..
- It was you who left me.

Not really,
it was just out of spite!

What an excuse. Then
I too am doing it out of spite.

- Check, please!
- Traitor!

I'm sick of you!
I'm sick of life! Enough!

- It's over. I'm going to kill me!
- Oh, dear!

You'll have my death
on your conscience.

He'll kill himself for real!

Check! I have to go!

Help!
Someone help, he can't swim!

Roberto!
Oh, my God...

Roberto, my love!

Save him!

Anna Maria, come!
There is a guy drowning!

- Where?
- There he is!

Give him a blow on the head!

- Come on, slowly..
- Roberto! Oh, my God...

Is he alive? Roberto...

Put him here.

Is he alive?
Don't leave me, Robero!

I've always loved you!

I'm your love, your true love.

- Roberto, don't do this!
- The Duce!

- Duce, Duce!
- The Duce!

Long live Mussolini!
Viva!

Hey, what are you doing?
Take this idiot away.

Roberto!

Long live the Duce!

It was him. In person.
The Duce.

The Lighthouse of the Fascist Italy.

- What happened?
- A suicide, your excellence.

Must be an antifascist, because
the regime condemns suicide.

What about you?
Who are you, young Italian?

Me? I'm the bride of a man who tried
to kill himself, your excellence.

I beg you, forgive him.

- What's that? Blood?
- Tomato, excellence.

I beg you, forgive him.

I say and I authorize myself to repeat
that I like the woman who defends her man.

- Come see me at Palazzo Venezia.
- Yes sir.

I'll give you some guidelines.

- Where are you from?
- Conegliano, Venice.

- Population?
- I don't know.

It doesn't matter!

Duce, give a kiss to my son!

Thank you.

Long live the Duce!

Thank you.

Roberto! Oh, sorry.

Hi, Roberto.

Roberto.

- May I take this chair?
- Of course.

I brought you some candy.

Here, kid.

Why treat me like this?

What do you want?
Why did you come?

To see how you're doing.

They took 7 liters of water out of me.
I feel better.

And now that you know,
you can go.

Roberto, you make me suffer when
you talk like that.

I know that life has separated us.

A cruel fate has sought to divide us,

but I have always loved you...

and if you reject me, I...

I...

Are you crying?

No, the water keeps coming out.

The past is dead, Roberto.

I forgive you.
I forgive you everything, everything!

You forgive me?

Let it be, come on.

You're a slut,
but I will love you forever.

Can't you talk to me differently?
You always insult me.

Don't you know that luck often
gets born from misfortune?

For example, a fortunate
thing happened to me, you know?

- Fortunate?
- Yes, in Ostia.

Right where you tried to
commit suicide.

Do you know who was there?

The Duce.
The Duce himself! In person!

Yes, and he spoke to me, and...

We got to like one another,
and he told me to visit him.

- You talked with the Duce?
-Yes, I'm telling you...

His eyes...

They look like car headlights!

He gave me goosebumps.

- And you said you were going to see him?
- Yes, Palazzo Venezia. Certainly.

What's more, I told him of you,

and he said he'd find you
a good job.

A good job, and even a house.

- So we can get married.
- Married?

- Roberto...
- You're deluded.

Have faith, Roberto.
My heart tells me...

...that a lucky period
has begun for us.

I have to go now.

Do you need anything?

No.

Shall I stretch the sheets for you?

You want some water?

Forgive me.

Goodbye. I'll see you in the evening.

Goodbye.

- You're Roberto Trevisan?
- Yes

Sign here.

- What is it?
- Don't ask questions and sign.

"VOLUNTARY ENLISTMENT
FOR THE SPANISH FRONT"

She found me a job?

Sister, bed bottle!

- See that you don't break it again.
- I'll try.

Bravo! Bravo!

My encounter with the man
who had turned Italy

into a peaceful and respected country
changed my life.

One summer afternoon,

while his wife and children
were on vacation at the beach...

...In a grove, far from the prying
eyes of his bodyguards, I was his.

Come here, golden ass!

At the climax,
I said, "Excellence, I'm arriving.”

And he laughed like crazy.

To me, Duce was the man of providence,
as the priests say.

In fact, thanks to him,
my dream was fulfilled.

Before my very eyes,
the golden door of Cinecitta opened.

Welcome, ma'am.

Welcome.

- I'm Bisanti, the producer.
- Nice to meet you.

The manager of Cinecitta...

Our director, Scandiani.

Join me, ma'am. They told us
by phone you'd be arriving,

and we've arranged
everything for testing.

- My fox!
- The fox, the fox!

The audition can be done
immediately.

It's a modern film. A story of passion and
luxury in the world of upper middle class.

Your partner is
the great actor Franco Denza.

- Franco Denza? We're friends!
- Really?

Even better. He is about to arrive.
You can audition with him, right?

- What do you think, Scandiani?
- Yes, I totally agree.

- Lights! Lights!
- Turn them on!

- Tighten the focus a bit.
- This is the dialogue.

"These verses you have written to me,
my love,

have perfumed my heart
like a bouquet of roses

and anemones.
- Anemones.

- Sorry?
- You pronounced it the wrong way.

- Yes
- Silly!

No, no, you can say it that way too.
Everyone says it like so.

- How do you say it?
- Like the girl.

I'm here! I came from Paris!

Hi, guys.
Paris, what a great city.

French women are great bitches,
they sucked my soul.

Here, Scandiani, this is for you.
Art cinema, almost like yours.

It comes from the Place Pigalle.
You'll see it tonight.

And this is for our old man. An
oitment, which applied on the right place,

produces an erection...
With all due respect to the officers!

- Franco, dear!
- I am Beppe.

- Whatever.
- Come here.

Meet your new partner:
Marcella Vallmarin.

But we have
met before, right?

- Yes, in Ostia. In a restaurant.
- That's it!

A night full of stars,
and... stars.

- The raging waves. Very suggestive...
- No...

What do you do for a living, baby?
What do you do?

- Well...
- Right, you're an actress, huh?

In Italy it is easy to make a career.
A sinple recommendation and...

Graceful. Very graceful.

And why not? If you qualify,
I'm ready. The script! Give me the script!

My hat!

- We are on page 81.
- Very nice. Very cute.

Here it is, Miss.

"To see you
after so long

in this room,

which knew the days of
our love. "

"Oh, God..."

"Oh, God..."

"I feel like I love you,
even more than before!"

- It's your turn, Franco.
- Lower it.

Lower it more.

"The past is dead, Adelaide.”

"From now on, nothing
can separate us. "

"Feel my heart beating."

- "Wrap me in your arms!"
- But this is not possible.

It's not possible.
It's a joke!

Where did you find her?

I accept a beginner, a bad actress,
but there's a limit to everything.

How can you think that I,
Franco Denza,

can accept to act
as a partner to a silly girl

recommended by some petty general,
to satisfy his lustful desires.

It's a question of
professional ethics!

I do not care who
recommended her! I don't care!

- The Duce recommended her.
- Who recommended her?

- The Duce.
- Okay, but this is not...

Franco, you gotta help me out
if not we're all finished.

Enough, enough!

Therefore...

Well... you're nice.

You're still a little green,
but that's okay.

It's nice,
this ingenuity, this freshness.

Let us return to page 81.
Come on, begin.

"I feel like my heart is beating.”

"Wrap me in your arms and kiss me."

Good! Her intonation is better!
Shall we continue, Scandiani?

No need, now comes the Kiss.
The Kissing scene.

The kissing scene?

We'll do the kissing scene.
We'll sacrifice ourselves!

Sorry. No hard feelings.

It's good! She's responding.
She puts her own..

I could have killed him for how he had
offended me in front of everyone,

but I changed my mind.

I kissed him
the way Velleda had taught me,

a gypsy I met in the brothel.

Franco and I felt,
as the poet wrote,

"As if Cupid had launched
his arrows".

I realized that Franco
was the man of my life.

We decided to go on a honeymoon.

We should have
went to Polynesia,

but instead, we ended up
in a hotel in Terminillo.

It was snowing
and we were not alone.

Sir, the snow is gone.
What should we do?

Okay, let's do the close-ups.
Put the camera here.

While they changed the scenography,
we made love there in front of everyone.

Nobody noticed.

Wanna bet that
these two are fucking?

No, no, ma'am Montini!
You're wrong again!

But it is very simple, by God: H20.

Where's your head?

You're not in love, by any chance?

Come on, smile.

I was called Alba Doris now. I had
specialized in simple romantic roles.

I had become the ingenue
of Italian cinema.

Asshole! Why didn't you
put a handkerchief in my pocket?

- Where's your head?
- Here it is.

And now I have a long monologue.
You wrote it on a sheet?

I know it by ear, but just in case
put it on her head.

Let's see. All words with "R",
as usual.

Let's see...

- Where is Franco Denza?
- I'm coming! One can't even take a leak!

Then, like this?

- What a stink! You drank this morning?
- Only mineral water.

Slate!
- "Oasis of Glory", scene 27, 1st take.

Farewell, my handsome lieutenant!

Not farewell.
Goodbye!

2nd cavalry company!

Forward... march!

Cut!

This is cinema.

- Learn, sorry excuse of a director!
- It is a work full of fatalism,

a morbid film, unhealthy, as
everything that comes from France!

Oh, c'est pas chic ca!
C'est pas gentil du tout!

- I wasn't referring to you.
- Gabriellino,

Put on a jazz record, dear.

Anybody want a cocktail,
or, in Italian, a "rooster's tail"?

Black people have music in the
blood. I get goosebumps,

Look...
- And tell me, Franco,

Where did you buy these American
discs banned in Italy?

They are a gift from Vittorio Mussolini.
Actually, this...

...this was brought to me
by Italo from Brazil.

Wanna try?

Come on, it will do you good,
you old witch.

The truth is that the Americans,
the British and the French are old people.

- And we're young!
- And Americans are old, eh?

Do these two American titties, with
your permission, seem old to you?

Franco, , please.
Don't start with your crap.

But I asked permission from
her husband. Isn't that true?

A true gentleman offers his friends
everything, including his wife.

You're still making rifles
for the Young Fascists? What a bargain.

The regime has given me this task
and I am very honored.

It's true. Bravo, bravo.

And you, beautiful hostess,
what are you doing?

Playing with the puppy?
Mingle with our guests.

The guests are entertained by you.
You're so funny.

Understood, dear. Marjory,
sacrifice yourself for a noble contest.

Alba Doris, alias
Marcella Vallmarin of Conegliano,

argues that her tits
are not smaller than yours.

Come on, show 'em!

I beg you to excuse Mr. Denza,

Luca Cioccetti by his real name.

When he drinks too much,
his brain gets scranbled..

Scrambled, my dear, with an "M".

Oh, and if it were only the alcohol...

With all the crap he takes,
his brain turned into a mush.

What is this, an evening in your honor?
Idiot!

Let's change the disc.
Put in a national one.

- Have you heard the latest joke?
- Let's hear it.

Ciano Costanzo, Ciano Galeazzo
it's two Ciano too much!

I heard you have a great factory,
Is it true?

In Genoa. But the real wealth
are you - women!

The Italian woman is
the first factory in the world.

Her duty is to give
children to the country.

Oh, poor Alba,
you had to abort two months ago.

You want to fight?
You want me to air your dirty laundry?

- What could you tell...?
- Don't touch me!

The little girl's got claws.

Come on, get it off your chest!

Let's hear all the tantrums and cries

of this small shit of Italian cinema.

Ah, really? Listen what this impotent fagg,
drugged up to his eyebrows has to say.

I've been putting up with you for 3 years.
Clown!

You succeeded because they
dub your voice!

You've got mush for brains!
You can't remember any of your lines!

Do you want a kick in the ass in front of
everyone? I'd be happy to oblige.

- Try it!
- It costs me nothing.

Remember that in the last film
I had the top billing.

Because you are done for.
You're finished!

You owe me everything!
I made you an actress.

You were a peasant working in the fields.
That's what you did.

Go and get out.
A maid, that's what you were!

Gabriellino, put on
"Ziki Paki Ziki Pu".

I took her out of the shit,
and now she busts my balls.

Out of the shit, literally!

What's the matter, Marcella?

What has happened to us lately?

- What has happened is that you've changed.
- No.

I still love you.

But I feel like I've lost you.

I still love you too.

But you never tell me that.

Why?

Why, why...

You told me that with
me you forget about everything.

That you no longer
had strange thoughts.

Yes, yes, but...
I don't know.

- We must try to love each other.
- Sure...

Because we're alone.

Yes, we're alone.

My God, how time flies...

Roberto... Where is he?

Will I see him again?
Was I wrong about everything?

Folks, pay attention!

Before dinner we'll comply
to our duty as Italians,

and listen to the news.

Newsletter radio, Rome.

The Council of Ministers chaired by the
Duce, has taken a historical decision.

The Chief has decreed that
private companies must disappear.

All Italian factories
with over a thousand workers

become property of the state.

Nationalisation must
take place within 24 hours.

Those who don't comply will
suffer severe penalties.

In severe cases, they will be
sentenced to death by firing squad.

But this isn't possible! It's the end
of our country! We are finished!

You dare dispute
the Duce's decision?

- What kind of man are you?
- No, I don't dispute anything. Please!

If Mussolini goes against the
industrialists, it's the end.

But he does it because he wants to ally
with Russia, don't you understand?

Hitler did it and now
Mussolini wants to do it, too.

No, no, no! Alright, alright!

It was about time for all
the parasites,

including, if I may say so,
yourselves,

to realize
that the party is over.

It's over, the party's over,
gentlemen.

See what faces you make!
Look, look, look!

What a face! I've had you,
it was a joke!

A joke!

It was a little glitch
on a disc that I recorded myself.

Come on, rejoice!

You can continue filling your
pockets without worry...

- Oh, no!
- Shal we call the police?

- No, of course not.
- Are you crazy? We'll get into trouble!

What are you talking about?
It was an innocent joke.

He had his problems.

He was weak, poor thing.
He suffered from nervous exhaustion.

- Come on, let's go.
- That's life. Things happen.

Let's not overreact.

We can not do anything about it. Let's
not get psychotic. Remain calm..

Here come the spaghetti.
Come here, come here.

Eat these great spaghetti
with tomato,

garlic and chilli.

It would raise the dead.

Let's stop with the philosophy.
Follow me.

No long faces, okay?

Everybody to the table!
You, too, great officer! Come, come.

The next day,
Franco and I separated.

I wasn't to see him again
for a long time.

While Mussolini and Hitler were
preparing the war,

I starred in "Father's Way",
"Secretary For All",

and "My Heart is Ticking.”

Roberto... where was he?

One day, one of his
postcards from Spain arrived.

It only said: "I'm fine."

Damn, what a blow!

- What side are you on?
- Can't you see, I'm against. You?

I am also against.

- Are you Italian?
- Yes, and you too, right?

And how come we're not
on the same side?

I live in Barcelona. I'm here
because I married a Spanish girl.

And I'm here because I
married an Italian.

This is my wife.

- Beautiful woman.
- Beautiful and good too.

- This is my fiancée.
- Very beautiful.

Is it possible we are countrymen
and enemies at the same time? Damn!

It shouldn't be like that,
but it is.

The war is bullshit.

Are you...?

Are you dead?

What are you doing?
No, mr. Fritz, you can't!

Behave!

Mr. Fritz!

Teresa, the knife.

Maestro...

you have the honor of cutting
our cake, please. Max, come.

Thank you.

I'm happy to have you as
protagonist of this film

that will mark a new beginning in the
friendship between our two peoples.

I also raise my glass to the axis,

linking German and Italian
in their fight against communism.

Because we are brothers,
we are equal, we are alike.

It's true.

Excuse me a moment.

Hello, Marcella...
Sorry... Alba!

What is this? You throw a party
and don't invite me?

I am very offended, you know?
I almost didn't come.

But where were you?

I was in a clinic nearby.
I went to detox, but I'm fine.

And now I'm cured.

- And so they let you leave?
- Hello! Hey!

- Come.
- That's what I told them.

But they gave me no clothes.

They said: "You only need clothes for
getting out, and you aren't allowed to"

I ran away all the same.

Many people!
Dear maestro, our famous director!

I do not remember your name,
but I'm a big fan of yours.

- What's the film you're making together?
- "Die Kameraden".

- "Die Kameraden".
- Come. Rest for a while and eat something.

But there's light, there's music.
I'm here with my German comrades...

- Heil... What's the name of that...?
- That who?

That Fritz with mustache
and forelock?

- Come on, come on.
- You are making a bad impression with

our German comrades.
Why don't you return to the clinic?

What clinic? I said I'm cured!
Look at my hand. Look.

In that case, stay with us. Excuse me.

See you. I'll be right back.

This looks like a wake.
Wake up, groundhogs!

May I have a cigarette?

Play some music, please!

Hey, you. Come here.

Come here, come and dance, cocksucker!
If these two are dancing,

two beautiful guys like us
should dance too, right?

- Franco, that's enough.
- Out of the way.

Franchino! Are you hurt?
Come, I'll walk you out.

- No.
- I'm gonna take you to the clinic.

Stay here. Sit.

I don't need anyone with me.
I'm going.

I'm going to the clinic.
Back to the clinic!

At the clinic they love me,
and everyone thinks like me!

Yes, laugh, laugh! We'll lose
this war. You'll lose!

Youe're screwed,
all of you.

We are all dead.
The world is over! Kaputt!

You'll pay for everything!

Long live the Jews!
My mother was Jewish!

- We'll talk again!
- Mr. Franco, your coat!

- What coat? Bring it here.
- Your coat, Mr. Franco.

You want me to accompany
you by car?

No, I'm going by myself.
Don't worry.

All kaputt.

You're screwed!

Screwed!

Good morning, Miss Doris.

- Good morning.
- Miss Doris

Welcome to Hotel Excelsior.
- Thank you.

- Miss Doris, can I have an interview?
- Of course. I'd be delighted.

This way.

You are beautiful.
You've caused a sensation!

Have you booked the suite
Loretta Mari stayed in?

Of course, darling!
Your wish is my command.

What a snob!

I remember when she made the beds here.
- Now she gets into them.

Have you seen how many
flowers, honey? Let's see...

"Count Volpi of Misurata."

What about these?

"The mayor of Venice."
And the telegram!

Whose flowers are these?
My God, it's his cable! Read it!

Give it to me!

Are you happy?

Now I must go.
I have many things to think about:

the press conference,
appearance at the Palace Cinema...

Oh my,
I don't know if I can do it all!

I'll come for the press conference.
And don't say anything silly, alright?

If you don't know what to say,
stay silent. Bye, my love.

- Nano!
- Roberto! Where'd you come from?

If you only knew what I've been through.
Ethiopia, Spain, Albania...

Who is she?

Don't you remember her?

Now she calls herself Alba Doris.
What a slut!

She made it big
because she slept with the Duce.

- She's not a slut.
- Just saying.

She's not a slut.

- She's a dirty whore!
- She really has the face for it!

How dare you?
You sure look like a jerk!

- But you said it.
- I can say it. You can't!

Helo? What did you say?

Roberto? What Roberto?

Well, I don't know if she's here.

- Miss?
- Yes?

- It's Roberto.
- What Roberto?

The one who used to carry
fish with his motorboat.

You don't want to talk to him,
right?

Of course I want to.

Roberto?

But it can't be true.
Is it really you?

Where are you?

You're in Venice?!
Of course I want to see you.

No, I can't right now.
I have a projection.

After that!
We can see each other afterwards!

Call me at midnight.

Yes... Of course.

Bye, Robertiino.
Bye.

Oh, Prince!

- May I get an autograph?
- Sure, sweetie.

My God, how beautiful she is!

Marcella!

- Here, little girl.
- Thank you.

Marcella!

But...
Do you know that guy?

I've never seen him.

Maybe he wants an autograph.

Go... go...

Go away!

- You're Roberto Trevisan?
- Yes. Roberto Trevisan.

- You're Carlo?
- Yes, I'm Carlo.

My old friend.

- May I?
- Of course.

It's a really nice tuxedo.

- Will you offer me a grappino?
- Sure.

Can I lean against you?
I have a messed up leg.

- Carlo, would you do me a favor?
- If I can.

- Who has let this bum in?
- He's Carlito's friend.

This is crazy!

Thank you.

Why are you clapping,
you animals?

Why are you applauding?
Alba Doris is no actress,

she's a great whore - that's coming
from a man who knows her well!

Bitch! Whore!

She's an artist... in fucking!

Go hide yourself,
you shameless bitch!

Go to hell!

Duce! Duce!

On that moment, I wanted to die.

But not for the words
Roberto screamed out,

but because I felt
I'd lost him forever.

- Stop! Hold it!
- Stop, comrades!

Hey, stop! Stop!

Kameraden, let us in.

- Go away!
- Continue on foot!

Take it up the ass!

- I can't do it anymore, guys.
- Here, Francesco.

Climb onto me, General.

Thank you, son.

- Will you be able to do it?
- Yes, it's only 8 km to El Alamein.

On a warm July day Mussolini fell,
and I fell with him.

Overnight, 40 million
Italians realized with pride,

that they had always
been antifascists.

Some of them even came to destroy
my house. I was very much compromised.

They took everything,
from the tables to toilet paper.

The only one who took pity on me
was the cook.

He took my Rolls Royce,
but left his Toppolino.

And one day in late August,
I went north.

The war was going on,

and many Italians
once again became fascists.

Who knows why at sad times,
one wants to return to his birthplace.

There were no news
of Roberto.

But perhaps in Venice
I could find someone

who could tell me
if he was alive or dead.

- Do you need help?
- Sure, thank you!

I don't know why, but it won't go...

- Do you have gas?
- Of course.

- Can I try?
- Yes, thank you.

- Bravo!
- You see?

- Bravo.
- You see how it goes?

- Thank you, thank you...
- It works, it works.

Damn pig! Son of a bitch!

What happened, ma'am?

I got carjacked.

In these times we must be very attentive.
With one hand in front and one behind.

Yeah.

If you come with me,
I'll drive you wherever you want.

- Well...
- Huh?

- Thanks, I accept.
- Climb in.

- Is the bike yours?
- No, to the guy who helped me...

Don't worry.
I'll carry it in.

- I'm going to Ferrara. Is that alright?
- I go a little further, but I'll manage.

- My name is Adelmo. What about you?
- Marcella.

- Shall we be on a first name basis?
- As you wish.

- Don't get frisky, Okay?
- You're not offended, are you?

If you touch my hump,
it brings good luck.

What do you do for a living?

I trade. I make the journey
between Rome and Ferrara.

- Look at these.
- What are they?

Teeth. Gold teeth.

I take them from the dead,
because they don't need them anymore.

Look, there are 12. When I have 20,
I will make a necklace for my wife.

- So, you're married?
- Yes, that's her.

- Pretty woman.
- No, she's ugly.

She's ugly and she has a hump.
You can't have everything in life.

But I love her.

I love her very much.

But what's wrong?
You're crying because you think about her?

No. I cry because I'm thinking
about me.

I wanted to be tall, blond,

a cavalry officer,
but instead I'm a hunchback.

They didn't even want me in the war.
They didn't want me!

They say: "Who is not good for the king,
isn't good for the queen either. "

But bring me the queen here into the truck,
and I will take care of her ass!

Help!

Stop! Stop, please!
I beg of you!

Come save me!

These bloody bombs
have destroyed my house.

Come, good man!

Come on, hurry!
Thank you, thank you!

Grandma, what happened?

There's been a bombing, and they
destroyed my ladder. I can't get down.

Oh, you poor woman!

Okay, I'll help you.
Do you have a mattress?

Yes, sir.

Throw it down,
so when you jump you won't get hurt.

- Throw it! Throw it here!
- Here you go.

- Good. You have a single bed?
- I have another one, but it's heavy.

- Okay...
- Hey!

Hey, good man,
where are you going with that?

- You're carrying a dead man?
- No. He was there before, not anymore.

I threw him out and I kept the box.

It would have been a sin
to get rid of this.

There used to be a corpse in there.
You know what's inside now?

Surprise! Look at all those things.

There's everything in here:
ham, salami, mortadella, cheese...

Try it!

- You are crazy! I'm outta here.
- Where are you going? Come here!

- Come here, silly!
- Let me go!

Don't make me swear, by the nails
of Christ! Don't make me blaspheme.

You know that every time you curse,
you get 7 years of purgatory?

Come on, walk!
I won't rape you.

Don't be afraid, I can do without women,
because that's also a sin.

You're afraid... Afraid of what?

See if you are still afraid
when I give you a taste of this.

- Asshole.
- You're an asshole!

- My God, a bomb!
- I wish!

It's much worse.
We've blown a tyre.

I knew that sooner or later one of them
was going to blow. Piece of shit!

Look, we're lucky.
A workshop.

Wait here.

Victory!

Oh, white flour and chicken eggs.

What if you're a German spy?

- They are for the Germans.
- Let me try.

Living beasts.

But you'll kill them yourself.
I can't stand to see animals suffer.

Come. Look at these things.

All homegrown. Look.

- How beautiful!
- Between 3 and 5 kg.

I give you two
and you feed me.

No. You give me three
and I'll give you some good coffee.

It's a deal, Ersilia.

- Is this your girl?
- Yes, that's my girl.

Oh, my, she's grown into a pretty lady!
Do you like these kittens?

If you give me a Kiss,
I'll give you one.

- Give me a kiss?
- Come, Marilena, go home.

Are you afraid I'll rape her?

I'm going to see the mechanic.

- Hey, I need a tyre for a 501.
- I have one,

but why should I give it to you?
- Because I'll pay well.

- These days money is worthless.
- I can give you something in return:

a Louis XV chair, or a stove,
or a chandelier or a coffin.

There is something you
could give me...

The truth is that without the tyre,
we're back to square one.

The steak, make it rare!

I can't force you
to do it for a tyre...

Of course not!

So therefore,
you couldn't sacrifice yourself for me,

especially when there are more respectable
women out there, doing it for much less.

But it's a matter of principle.

Otherwise, the thing would be resolved
in 5 minutes, don't you think so?

And perhaps you'll enjoy it.

Of course,
it's a matter of principle.

So what are you trying to tell me?
That I should do it?

- No, no.
- Ah!

God forbid...

But if you decide to go,
I'm not going to say no.

But I'd be sorry.

A pretty girl like you...
There he is.

What do you think?

That's him?

Not bad at all...

Marilena, a soda.

He must have a good package.

Well, let's go buy that tyre.

It's true... Women have a bank
between their legs.

- What did you say?
- Yours is bankrupt.

It closed down!

You know,
war has a beautiful side.

So many things happen to you.
You meet many people...

For example,
this journey with you,

I feel as if I'm going
on a nice walk in the countryside.

Yes, and you also got laid.

Well?
- Do you have any room in your truck?

Yes and no. Who are you?

We have to get to the Santa Brigitta
convent. We'll pay you.

I think I get it!
You're kikes, eh?

We are Jews, yes.
So what?

- Come on, get off.
- What?

- Get out!
- But why?

Because I have to make room for
these brothers.

I can't let the Germans get them.
Get out!

Listen, brother, you go in the back with
the girl. The lady will sit in front.

- Thank you.
- And what should I do? Where will I go?

Go on foot. You said it felt like a walk, right?
Then walk!

Enter, ma'am.

Close the door.

You son of a bitch!

Italy is beautiful.
Italy has great museums.

These paintings are
for my friend Goring.

Have you visited
Pitti Palace recently?

No. Not recently.

To the health of Italy
and to our meeting.

- Prosit.
- Chin-Chin.

- I'll have you taken to Venice.
- Thank you.

- You're from Venice?
- Very close by.

You know who you remind me of?
Colombina.

You have the same liveliness
of the "Commedia dell'arte".

You Italians
are all artists.

I am from Vienna.

It is a beautiful city,
but it lost the zest for life.

Ah, well...

What about your carpaccio?
Tell me about your carpaccio.

Pardon?

Stay hidden!
There're a lot of Germans around here.

Be quiet and still.
I'll get out for a moment.

A bothersome visitor.

I ask you to spend a moment
in this room.

Really, I can go
since we have already spoken...

I would like to continue talking
to you much more.

- Please, it'll only take a minute.
- Alright.

- Well, how many?
- Three. Father, mother and daughter.

- You're sure they're all Jewish?
- Yes, yes. I swear.

- Besides, just take a look at their faces.
- Their faces? Have you seen your face?

My face? I'm a Fascist,
an Arian and a friend of the Germans.

On other occasions I delivered Jews,

even English and American.

In Florence, Modena and Ferrara.

- I always do my duty.
- I know, I know.

Pick it up.

Now you can go.

It didn't hurt.

Disgusting German!

Kurt, the German colonel,
was very friendly.

I spent two weeks with him,

but when he said
he was in love with me

and that he wanted to marry me
and take me to Germany, I fled.

- When are we leaving?
- We'll be here for two hours.

- Two hours? Why?
- The partisans have blown up the tracks.

Two hours! My God!
Help me down, please.

- Thank you.
- Carefully, sister.

- My chicken is dead!
- There's something to eat for dinner then.

What would you like, miss?

Ersatz coffee, thanks.

- Look! Look who we have here!
- Franco!

-Life is full of surprises. How are you?
- Well.

- You became a Fascist?
- No, we're filming.

I'm the star of... the...

..."The Heroic Squad”

A movie that wants to return the pride
in our flag, which has fallen into...

...how to say... in the mud.
A great comeback... I hope so...

What about you,
what are you waiting for?

The Venetian cinema
will open its doors for you.

Cinecitta is finished.
True cinematography takes place here.

Hurry, Franco. We must go.
The wind is picking up here..

Yes, okay, I'm coming.
Why are you waiting for your comeback?

What comeback are you talking about?
I have other things on my mind.

I'm going home to my parents,
if they're still alive.

Well...
Goodbye, Franchino.

You're leaving me like this after...

...after all that happened between us,
after all the love we had?

- How much you loved me, Mariella.
- Marcella!

Marcella, Marcella.

I would tell you many things,
but I'm afraid I'll miss the train.

- Leave it, I'll pay.
- Thank you.

- How do I look?
- Nice. Beautiful, as always.

I often thought of you.

God, how our lives have passed.

When all this is over,

we'll find each other again.
I'm sure.

- Viva L'Italia.
- Viva.

Goodbye, Franco.
I'm going or I'll be left here.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye... Goodbye, Gabriella!

Life is a mystery.

A great mystery.

Lombardozzi!

Lombardozzi!

Those bastards!

Hey, you! Hands up.

- No, you can't think I'm a...
- You're a fascist?

No, you're mistaken. I'll explain
everything, and you'll get a big laugh.

I'm not a fascist. I was shooting
a scene in a movie

with bucolic elements. Moreover,
the film is aggressive against fascism,

because we all think the same.
Don't yield, boys, don't yield!

That's our motto.

Don't you believe me?

It's true, they dub my voice,
but my face...

Look at my profile!

- Hey, Gianna.
- What is it?

- You know this guy?
- Here. Look, look.

Franco Denza!
It looks like him. It really does.

What are you doing dressed like that?

I was trying to explain
that it's all a misunderstanding...

- Would you give me your autograph?
- Sure.

You see, she recognized me...
We are all in the same boat.

You're Ciano's friend.
He's an actor of the regime!

And now you have sided with the
Republicans, for propaganda.

- Not true.
- What are you waiting for? Kill him!

She's right. Denza is a fascist.
Let's kill him without waiting for orders.

What do you say, Fulmi?

But I've always told
antifascist jokes.

My friends say
you're not Denza.

- What?
- Let us kill him.

But is this a joke?

But this lady even recognized me!
I'm Denza, the actor.

If you really are that actor you pretend
to be, show us what you can do.

- Yes sir.
- Can you do Shakespeare?

Yes, yes!

"Friends, friends..."”

Sorry, mate. Wait a minute.

Continue!

"Friends, Romans..."
It's coming, it's coming.

"... Citiz... Citiz..."

"Citizens..."”
That's it.

"I came to bury Caesar,
not to praise him. "

"The evil that men do..."

Thank you!
"The evil that men do..."

Let's get it over with!
Against the wall!

- Against the wall.
- No, give me a little more time,

I have it... it's on the tip of my tongue.
- To the wall.

Only 5 minutes.
Be patient!

A moment...

I know it very well.

- Can I call a priest?
- No.

I kept remembering the words.
They're on the tip of...

- Turn around.
- Yes, sir.

- Turn around!
- Agreed.

- Turn around, you fool!
- Wait a minute!

I'm not done. I am Franco Denza!

And I know the words perfectly.

I know them perfectly.
Where was I?

Long live St... St... Stalin!

Fire!

Bravo, you got me!

Go home, buffoon.

And respect the partisans.
They are your brothers.

Farewell, comrades!

My God...

Poor soul, he died of fear.

Dad!

Marcella, honey!
My beautiful Marcella!

Mom!

- Dad, how are you?
- How beautiful you became!

- Let me take a good look at you.
- I grew old.

Mom!

- Marcella!
- Mom!

Finally, my daughter!

You didn't write to us.

Of course I did.
Didn't you receive my money?

A few pennies.
Where did you put the real money?

- What money?
- Money you earned from films!

You became rich.
Right, Marcellina?

I have nothing left.
They have taken everything.

- What?
- Well done!

What great news!

What a career you made for yourself,
you bitch!

- You could've been a princess!
- With all the sacrifices we made!

I found out that Roberto had been sent
to fight voluntarily in Russia.

Marcella.

I found work as a singer,
in a small orchestra.

Don't be afraid. The Americans
won't bomb Venice.

Thank you.

A few years later...

Here come my little treasures!
Come, my loved ones.

Hi, Mom.

Go and wash your hands
SO we can eat.

I have to leave soon, my dear.

I'll go to Smolensk in Russia for
a while to start

a chocolate factory sponsored
by the Soviet government.

I would like to go, too.

- Really?
- Yes

Franz, you know I never
kept any secrets from you.

I had another fiancee before you. But don't
worry, there was nothing between us.

His name was Roberto.

I was told that he
died in Russia.

The war...

- What a horrible thing.
- Yes

I want to go with you...

...because I want to bring some
flowers to his grave.

My dear Marcella...

You are so good, sensitive, loyal.

My heart was racing.

Driving through the Russian steppes,
I approached the cemetery

to bid farewell to
the man of my life.

The only man who had truly loved me.

And had he been alive,

I'm sure he'd have run towards me,
to embrace me,

to forgive me
for all the wrong I had done him.

- Hey, comrade!
- What do you want?

Which is
the way to the cemetery?

- Straight ahead, 3 or 4 Km.
- Thank you.

Damn it,
what strong wind today!

Cold as shit!

- The table is set, Roberto!
- I'm coming.

- You made macaroni?
- Yes.

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