All language subtitles for La.Chiave.1983.Italian.720p.BDRip.AC3.2.0.x264-UBi.eng

ITALIAN ASSOCIATION OF FASCIST
HOTELIERS NEW YEAR'S EVE

Comrades, friends!
Colleagues of the IAFH!

Fuck off!

The year 1939, which is about to end,
sees the start of a new Europe.

Long live the "Duce"!

For 1940, the 18th year
of the Fascist Era,

I express best wishes for victory to the
Axis comrades who are already at war,

with whom we'll soon
be marching side by side.

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...
It's not as though he's an Englishman.

May I have the pleasure
of this dance?

Granted.

It's true, life goes by in a flash
and it's also a mould.

And what a mould.

Teresa is always a fine bird.

Italian blood.

- But is her husband a cuckold?
- I don't think so.

He's certainly
a lot older than her.

Extraordinary. Lovely, lovely...

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...

- Oh, Teresa, no...
- Yes, yes...

Teresa, what are you trying
to do to me?

They're staring at us.
What?

Did you see?

Look, look...

Sheer lunacy!

Stop that!

- Are you drunk?
- Just a little bit.

Teresa, please wait for me,
my darling.

Well, do you want
to take the photo or not?

Then take out the sign
and let's make a pyramid.

Oh, there's Professor Rolfe.

Hurrah for Professor Rolfe,
or "Klimt"!

Klimt! Klimt!

Go on, let's have them
in the photo as well.

Everyone keep still.

Click.

In Italy, a place of art,
Hurrah for cunt!

You knew they would
do something filthy, admit it.

How vulgar! That poor girl.

Let's go.

Well, they're students.
Good night.

Good for nothings.

Good night.

Wonderful students, yes.
I'd like to see them should war break out.

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

Go outside.

- Let them go ahead.
- Why?

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

It's all that sparkling wine.
I'm going to burst.

Please, Nino.
Don't make me laugh.

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, I swear.

"Dearest, piddle on me,

"because your piddle
is like hard water,

"loving dearest,
shit one in my hand,

"because your shits
are like amber here."

Nino, that's enough!

But they're verses
by Maffio Venier,

a very famous
16th century Venetian poet.

Daddy, mother!
Where are they?

- Haven't you finished?
- Yes, I'll be right there.

- Feel better?
- Yes.

Finally!
You're slow as snails.

You walk too quickly.

I can't keep up with you
with these heels.

CIOTTI FAMILY GUEST HOUSE

Well, thank you once again
for a lovely evening.

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

Oh, thank you,
Signora Teresa,

but my parents are phoning me
from Budapest tomorrow morning,

I think I'd better go home.

As you like.
You're welcome to stay.

Mother, he said no.
Laszlo is not one to stand on ceremony.

Well, good night then.

Good night,
and Happy New Year.

- To everyone.
- Good night.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Bye! See you tomorrow.
- Yes!

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
must I tell you

turn the lights off at midnight?

I've only just got back, madam.

Ask Aurelio,
he accompanied me back here.

Ah, Aurelio was there...
I bet you two went upstairs.

Me, upstairs with Aurelio?
I'm sorry that you think that.

But upstairs with me in the
CIOTTI House there's nothing going on.

"Nix", as the professor says.

Yes, I see, good night.

OK, I don't want an argument.

Don't take offence, Giulietta.
Madam's tired.

See you tomorrow.

Sleep as late as you like,
nobody will arrive tomorrow morning.

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

Teresa...

Let me go
to the bathroom, come on.

No, stay like this,
and I'll undress you, shall I?

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'll recognise his name if I tell you it.

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 watch
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.
How come you're back already?

- Bad weather.
- Yes, better to sleep.

Bad weather also has its advantages,
because birds fly low.

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

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.

Pensione CIOTTI.
Lisa, dear. Where are you?

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?

Giustina, when you've
finished the rooms,

lay the table
in the dining room for four.

On show.

- Why not, aren't we beautiful?
- You certainly are.

I should think so, Professor.

I forgot, I have to clean your study.

Always disorganised.

"That damned restraint,

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

"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,
damned Radonicich?

I was about to go.

I'm sorry, Professor.

He only brought it to me
at 7 o'clock.

Then the time it took to get here
with this snow...

This time it's dreadful, monstrous.
Should be locked up.

How can he do it I wonder?

The person who gave it to me
swears it a Ciardi.

- Guglielmo or Emma?
- Bartolomeo, he said.

He's never existed.

All the same...
do what you can, Professor.

Well, yes...
with all the shit that's around.

Better Ciardi than nothing.

Quick sketch of
the Rialto fish market.

Attributable... to G. Ciardi.

John Bryan Rolfe.

Go with God.

Professor, I wanted to thank you.

Don't even think of it,
amongst ourselves other foreigners.

- Good night.
- A really nice picture. Truly.

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?

Let's forget the details shall we?

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

- I've prepared a Panzer Faust.
- Oh, the famous German punch, eh?

The new very terrible
Wehrmacht weapon.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
No talk of arms this evening.

- Dinner is served.
- Yes.

Please, after you.

Splendid.

- Daddy!
- The legs are the best part.

I'm crazy about them.

We know you are.
Ballerinas' legs too.

Witty, in good form.

I must confess you make me
want to eat one too.

I'll open one for you.

Thank you.

Careful, Laszlo.

I wouldn't follow my husband.

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

If only you knew!

I can do a lot worse, I can.

Go steady. Aurelio says
there won't be any more.

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

Are you mad?
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 to do them.

No, not for me.
Pour some for mother.

May I.

That's enough, thank you.

If you follow daddy, you 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.

Oh, an empty glass.
That'll never do.

I'm sorry.

Strauss?

No, it sounds more modern.

Like Schénberg.
Good for you, he rearranged it.

- Mother!
- Are you all right?

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

Forgive me.
I'll only be a minute.

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 take her to the bed.

- Her pulse is a little weak.
- It's my fault... the Cognac.

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

Do you know where
mother keeps her injection?

- The Vitacamphor?
- Yes.

I think so.

Massage her feet,
I'll call the doctor.

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.
Bye. Good night.

- Yes, yes...
- Who will inject her?

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.

- You mustn't wake her.
- 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.

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?

Titian, Giorgione, Veronese,

and you too, my wonderful 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.

An alibi 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?

To having had the desire to.

Was it Nino?

I don't know.

It was different.

The strength, the breath I felt...

The pleasure I felt
was from another, for another.

I was holding Nino
but thought of Laszlo. Why?

Did I want to please Nino
or was I seeking pleasure for myself?

Oh, my God.

A wife is not allowed to get pleasure
from the thought of adultery

to arouse her during intercourse
with her husband!

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?

- Made in Germany.
- Oh.

There's no denying it, Professor.

The Germans 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 son'
a2' 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 Nina'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 it, I'll find out.

Close 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 bath.

Get out!

Sorry.

Sorry my arse.

It was like looking at someone else.

You can come in now.

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.

You're mad.

At this time of day, mad.

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?

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,

what will you do
about developing them?

You seem quite expert.
I'd trust you.

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

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
at the beginning of February.

The Strait was full of English ships,
it scared me to death.

- I'll take them.
- Very well.

If you go back there again,
will you buy a pair for me as well?

Lisa!

How come in uniform?

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

Are you too now
forgetting 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.
He's my husband.

Please, don't ask me anything more.

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

And I what?

What could I tell her?

That! wasn '2' 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...?

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.
One film's the same as another.

Fashion and... thrift.

That's what the "Duce" said.

Days have begun to grow longer,
eh, Professor?

Madam Teresa
did the right thing going out.

Everybody needs to relax.

Certainly. I'm going out later, too.
Have fun.

- 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.

Hello?
Daddy? Hello?

Can you hear me?
It's me, Lisa.

Yes, hello?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

You're going to be late?

You're with mother.

Yes.

Could she have seen us
while we...

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

No, madam, it's not too short.

A quick iron and you can go out
dressed like this.

Fine, then we can pick up
your hat at the milliner's.

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.
But the sun was shining.

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

0h, 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 go to the milliner's.

And if your hat is ready,
then I'll bring it to the pension, OK?

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

- I'm not afraid of a little rain.
- Oh yes, Lisa. Take the umbrella.

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

As you wish.

Bye. I'm off.

Did she do it on purpose?

I felt as if I were at the cinema.

Caught up in a plot.

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.
- That's true.

- We could leave now.
- If you like.

Better go before the storm returns.

Why should it?

Oh, well... the season is uncertain.

Variable.

Changeable, like a woman.

Waiter.

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

Lisa told me about the photographs.

Photographs with me in them.

She found them, then.

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
I can play above board.

Well! A good painting,
a happy hand.

It's congenial with those of Schiele.

They pay 200 lire for the expertise.

Very well, homage to Schiele.

But I don't think
there's a market for him in Italy.

Officially, no. Degenerate art.

But under the counter the "blackshirts"
buy them and put them away.

They're not fools.

Sit here, Professor.

And to think that
the other professors only sign

if you swear that
the picture is authentic.

It's ridiculous, it's the false ones
that need to be authenticated.

Well said, Professor.
Like me, a good and authentic Christian.

One has to live.

They threw poor Dr Fano
out of the hospital.

He's lost everything.

Just a few secret calls.
And only to those he trusts.

I know, it's almost a year now.

But you are trustworthy,
aren't you, Professor?

Dr Fano examines you
sometimes, doesn't he?

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,
Professor.

- Good day, Mr Longobardi.
- Hello, Lisa.

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.

Good bye.

Thank you.

- Good afternoon.
- With my respects.

Good afternoon, Anania,
keep well, eh?

Forget, Anania,
forget the lunatic asylum.

I've become a Christian on purpose
so as not to have you taken away.

- There she is.
- Ah, she's alone.

Well, Laszlo's still in the centre.

Give her my regards, and tell her
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.

Hurry up because we need
to catch the ferry boat.

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.

Such agitations.

Hurry! We'll be soaking wet.

Let's duck in the Academy.

We can wait it out here.

Come on let's go.

I earned 200 lire today.

I can show you where I work.

I'll buy you some earrings,
a bracelet...

Come.

...a necklace...

I'll show you.

...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 touch you?

Did he kiss you?

Here?

Did he touch you here?

Here?

Did he try over here?

Tell me. Tell me.

Did he call you "love"?

Did he say "my love"?

Tell me.

Did he say ”my head”. ..

Did he whisper those things?

Nino and Laszlo
became one within me.

Tell me, tell me.
Did he?

Do you like my work?

Teresa.

No. Not here.

You're wet.

I can't live without you.

If Nino reads,
he'll know I resisted.

Do you like it?
Tell me the truth.

Do you like it?

Are you sure
you want to know?

No, don't tell me!

I felt the blood pressing in my ears.

My brain swirled with visions.

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.

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...

Ah, that's a vice I don't have.
The only one.

You have to eat little.

Don't forget that
intercourse, as any

medical book will tell you...
is risky.

The risk of leaving
while coming, eh?

But at my age and in my condition...

The more you risk,
the more you live.

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

I'm going to take a look
at what they're doing.

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

Teresa.

I'm coming.

We'll be safe
behind those bushes.

Come!

Come!

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

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 intercourse,

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?
Hey?

Pig!

Purposely to provoke me.

The change in her
was only too evident.

Something must
have happened for sure.

Oh, Nino, further down.

"G RANCEOLA" IN N

I was dying to see Laszlo naked.

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
madam will reimburse you.

Has she come back?

No, she said she wouldn't
be back for dinner.

Ah, Professor, I almost forgot.

Miss Lisa is waiting for you
in your study.

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...

,..fly»

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 what off?

Your curls, daddy.

They almost reach your neck.

Don't worry about my curls.

I might even grow my hair
down to my shoulders.

Have it dyed purple!

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

We could have compared
our respective jealousies.

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

Between the firing range
and the airport.

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

- Lisa's impudence...
- ...they fly.

...it almost fascinated me.

Mother said
she remained faithful to you.

Mother said
she remained faithful to you.

Madam Teresa, I know
it's against the rules of the house,

but for once
could you turn a blind eye?

For the lady.

Very well, but please
use your discretion.

Of course.

Let's go.

I only want you for an hour

to tell you what you don't know

And in this hour
I'd give my life for you

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.

Don't take them off.

Don't take them off.

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.

Oh, Teresa, kiss me.

Kiss me.

Where the hell 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 care
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.

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 mad.

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 mad?

Yes, about you.

Actually, it was I
who was using Laszlo.

In his arms I was truly
liberating myself.

Whore, she's not content
with those pimps

who've even broken
the holes in her ears.

She also steals
other women's husbands.

Listen to this whore.

Her husband is a cuckold
and she even does it with the friars!

Whore!
Not even the friars want you!

She gives it away for money.

Walking the streets.

She doesn't work much
but earns a lot.

And all the money she gets,
she gets with the women.

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
here inside.

Madam Zaira,
how much do I owe you?

A litre of Clinto... six lire.

Do you remember
Radonicich, Professor?

- 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.
Ten days ago.

While he was drinking,
his heart gave out.

It's so true:
you can't control your heart.

No, you can't control it.
It only takes orders from love.

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?

Well...
Complicated contraption, isn't it?

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.

I'm cold.

No, keep it on. Keep it on.

You excite me dressed
like that this evening.

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 as always.

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.

Nino!

Hello, Dr Fano.
Teresa Rolfe.

Sorry I had to disturb you 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 did it happen
during intercourse?

No, not during, after a moment.

Circulatory collapse and catharsis,
that's typical.

- Is there danger?
- No, not for the moment.

It's a thrombosis,
not a heart attack.

He needs assistance,
you have to get a nurse.

If you could help me
find someone.

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

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

How can I ever thank you?

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 Nina. ..

"...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. "

Mother...

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

Hurry UP-

There you go, Professor,
as good as new.

Better than ever.

Signorina ltalia,
will you accompany Andrea?

Ah, it's not necessary, Signora.

Goodbye professor. Just a few days
and you'll be yourself again.

I'll go and prepare his porridge.

Diary...

You want to write in your diary?

Yours...

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

You look so much better today.

Much better than yesterday.

What about you, mama? It's days
you've been shut up here in the house.

What'll we do
if you become ill too?

I have all day free today.

All of a sudden
sweet and kind.

You're right.

Maybe. After lunch.

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,
crossing the Grand Canal, by gondola.

Carefully, Miss.

Carefully, one at a time.

We'll get on the next one.

Come on, move along,
two by two.

- Are they enough?
- Thanks.

I wanted to substitute
with blank pages

what I had written
after that clay 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.

Why are you out here?

Your daughter
gave me two hours off.

She said she would stay
with the professor.

Your daughter's just gone out.
Giulietta's with the professor.

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

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

Lisa! She's read my diary.

Without your glasses
you seem naked.

- You're here as well.
- Too late though, unfortunately.

You know
what his thoughts were.

I came to see him off.
Not for any other reason.

We were good friends.

And then, if anything...

He was an atheist. Not protestant.

Bear up.

Oh, come on.

We'll pass behind the hospital.

With his authentications
he had a lot of pots on the boil.

And he managed to enjoy life.

Mussolini
will be speaking soon.

Lift up your hearts.

Tears won't come
and not even suffering.

At least pretend, act like a widow.

An oceanic crowd is converging
on Piazza Venezia.

Thousands of Italians
are waiting

for the "Duce" to appear
at any moment, and give his speech.

We're in the presence
of a historic assembly.

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!
It's about to begin!

I knew about
the risky intercourse, 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
and of the legions!

Men and women of Italy,

the empire
and the kingdom of Albania!

Listen!

The hour marked out by destiny

is sounding
in the sky of our country...

The hour of irrevocable
decisions...

The declaration of war has already
been delivered to the ambassadors.

He's declared war.
I knew it.

What an orator.

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

Go on, row!

Inside the coffin,
I put the diaries and the photographs.

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