All language subtitles for Divina creatura (1975) Terence Stamp, Laura Antonelli

THE DIVINE NYMPH

Based on the novel "Divina Faciulla"
by Luciano Zuccoli

When your lover starts
to have feelings of loyalty

to your husband

you can be sure it's
the beginning of the end.

Absolutely. Because he made me.

"This can not continue.
It's vulgar.

"Such a old friend!"

Dirty hypocrite!

While my husband

this little cuckold

he knows.

He was just afraid of gossip

or of bad publicity

hurting his political career.
Especially no scandal!

To become a Senator it
was worth being cheated.

So we were driving.

I collapsed on the seat,
furious, my husband ...

he doesn't even
give me a look.

Could he maybe give me a caress?
No, he talks politics

with the senator.

I do not exist to him.

If your wife can service
the Duke of Bagnasco,

a potential influencial
voter, then you bet!

Naked ... in the closet!
It's funny, right?

"It is my duty to run for the
senate," said my husband.

"The current parliament is a shame."

Then, to annoy me
he goes on.

He speaks of struggle for
the education of the masses.

What does he know of the masses?

At least the other cuckold is coherent.

"Bagnasco, the people are subservient.
You have to decide for them.

"Take the initiative!"

It is I who have
taken the initiative.

- I put a hand on the ...
- Dolores!

My husband turned his head

Bagnasco had attempted a slap ...

But my poor Ping-Pong
took everything!

The poor beast was in my lap!

She had done nothing.

He should have heard yelping.

The couple in the
far left corner...

In the bottom left corner!

They come every night.
Mr. Ghiondelli and his fiancee.

Good evening.

Good evening, thank you.

"He sleeps in the shade,
the child of pleasure and luxury"

Pouchxine

"Waking up, ah, what an effort!"

What a terrible night, Mr. Duke.

The phone has not stopped ringing.

The Baroness sent
twice her coachman

and once her driver

with these tickets.

She needs an immediate response.

No employees closed their eyes

I pay you for that too.

Perfectly.
To protect my sleep.

Invitations for tonight.

I do not desire honors tonight.

I'll dine out.

At your orders, Your Excellency.

I'm sure it will be

an ideal country home.

You expect me to
stay in a church?

But no, it is a rectory.

Excuse me.

What would you do if you

inherited such a rectory?

In fact, I inherited much worse.

A palatial vault

full of relics

of forgotten Saints.

You goofed.

It's not a gaffe,
but a privilege.

Still, it is a blundering.

Anyway, it'll never do.

- You see?
- I beg you, Manoela.

Mr. Duke, my grandmother

bequeathed his villa near
the sea to the nuns

and to me a rectory
in the mountains.

- What's needed other than a house?
- Indeed.

- With a crucifix above the bed?
- But no!

In a church, there obviously!

Redevelopment seems wise.

You said sir ...?

Sorry.

Martino Ghiondelli
and my fiancee Manoela Roderighi.

Danielele Bagnasco.

We recognized you Mr. Duke.

It is big! Thank you.

Why do we use a pheasant
with feathers?

The hen is also deserving.

- Don't you think?
- Perhaps.

Let's see.

How to please your fiancée?

Razing the church.

- Without having seen it?
- I do not want to see it.

Churches converted to
houses are fashionable.

Many french abbeys

became original homes.
If this presbytery

has a vaulted ceiling,

it will make for a
beautiful mezzanine lounge.

See? I told you so.

And if there is
anything about this?

Miss is pessimistic.

And so, before you decide
you'll visit the rectory?

Sure!

Or not?

A real dust nest!

What a mess, I tell you!

She resists.

Lord!

Do not enter,
it's full of dust!

Do you want me?

What for?

You'vee dragged me so far.

There must be a good reason.

Would you like to become
my mistress, Manoela?

Why not?

If my future husband agrees.
I'll ask him.

You are mistaken.

The ardor of my fiance and
you have deceived my indulgence.

I understand better.
Who do you take me for?

Manoela was right.

As always, unfortunately.

Dear Duke, there is no rosette.
Neither beams nor window.

I see only one thing to do.
Raze everything.

"Man can live in the study
and want pretty hands."

Pushkin

"He took great care to dress
to forget what he endorsed."

Stendhal

It's been months they say...

resisting response to provocations.

All the while, nobody dared
stand up to Mussolini.

Rescue was up to the people,
for socialism to triumph.

Daniel!

Pull over.

Do you remember my name?

Where are you going?

- I'll walk.
- Nobody expects you?

I am alone, I'm bored.

Will you come with me?

To do what?

Come and see.

- You want to spoil my walk?
- Yes.

Villa Bagnasco, please.

What are you doing here?

At your service, Mr. Duke.

I'll call you Pasqualino.

Excuse me.

What can you expect?
He was born.

How beautiful you are!

"She already knows all
the secrets of love ..."

Zuccoli

You are divine.

Your fiancé ...

This is your lover, yes?

The first?

The only?

How many lovers have you had?

One?

Three?

Five?

Give me a cigarette.

Do you want to keep the mystery?

You can tell me.

I'm not jealous.

Miss Dolly Carol, The
Baroness Dolores Frassinet.

Duchess of Flavis.

Good evening, Senator.

Come on, Dolly.

I organized a dance, not a safari.

It's beautiful here!

I'm thirsty.

- She's a gold digger girl.
- I see.

She hates the drink he brought.

- You permit.
- I want to drink this water.

The best of everything.

Come on!

Excellent!

Come to my place and
I'll see if you can dance.

Give me a small number.

Daniel!

May God curse you.

Bring it.

You didn't see anything.

Nothing happened.

"Monotonous incidents of
multicolored existence..."

Pushkin

I pass.

I am.

Same.

It seems that in Rome,

there is a shot fired,

or just waiting to fly.

I heard.

It sounds like nonsense.

I would not expect

that it will reach its target.

- What are you doing here?
- Are you alone?

Not really, as you see.

My friends.

Gianriccardo Montieri

Ludovico Della Notte

Lanfranco Selpa, African Hunter

Not a woman?

Yes.

Elena.

The housekeeper.

Do you mind? I checked.

Gentlemen.

The king is dead,
long live the king.

He was the head!

He lives a living hell.

It is nobody!

I missed my shot. My surprise
visit falls into the water.

I am not you, dear.

I was told you had a mistress.

One other than who shot you.

You know it too...

Rome knows everything about you.

And why don't I have another friend?

I appreciate your frankness.
Her name is Cecilia Folchi.

I do not have the imprudence
to be receiving here.

So you can stay with your Cecilia,
but she dresses a bit better.

Would you I entrust you
with a key to my home?

You can come as you please ...

What would your key be to me?
You see your mistresses elsewhere!

I do not ...

I will not be a facade
screening your debauchery!

I do not like you.

I like you a lot.

But I do not love you.

I may never love you.

Why do you say that?

I did not do anything asked.

I do not like you.

I do not like you.

I like you.

But I do not love you.

I may never love you.

Your ride can take me?

Yes, the carriage is ready.

You'll return tomorrow?

No, I cannot.

I live with my aunt, you know.

Tomorrow we'll offer excursions.

But then ...

When?

After tomorrow in 15 hours.

For Ghiondelli does
not suspect anything.

Of course.

"Dear Daniel, my love ..."

A strange thing happened tonight.

You know those three
friends that you saw ...

Usually, when they come,
we play poker.

I always fight.

But tonight, it was a disaster.

I earned nothing.

And you came.
It's weird, right?

Do you believe in the old proverb:

"Lucky with cards,
unlucky in love"?

I've changed my mind.
I will not come after tomorrow.

What is this?

Nothing. I will not
come after tomorrow.

- So then when?
- I do not know.

- Are you leaving me?
- Perhaps.

What have I done?

I do not have to justify myself.

As you wish.

I'll wait.
I'm always home by 3pm.

Farewell.

Good day, Mr. Duke.

- The teacher is there?
- In the laboratory.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see you.

So, take off your hat
and get comfortable.

You'll stay for lunch.
Rustic dishes, unfussy.

No city poisons.

- They follow fashion, too.
- Who?

Poisons.

The modern man wants to kill
with a poison that's in vogue.

Nowadays, the fashion is
cocaine, morphine, and heroin.

That's it.

If you took them
to kill yourself,

they would poison you with
exceptional fashion.

Not one of the favorites
of the aristocracy.

It would be something more ...

For example ...

Death by tetanus toxin.

A fabulous death,
don't you think?

By locking of the neck

and back muscles,

The body is found positioned
as a bridge, you see.

- On the heels and neck.
- That's amusing.

Amusing? It's sensational!

Better than hemlock!

Your problem is the routine.

Lunches, dinners, theater,

clubs,

dances, holidays, women, whores!

It's monotonous.

Look at you,
you breathe boredom.

- You liked my pasta, Mr. Duke?
- Exquisite.

As I said,

I cannot forgive myself for
staying locked in for three days.

- You?
- Yes, me! Can you imagine?

Locked up waiting for this idiot.

This "idiot" used your boredom
as a remedy against his.

You don't understand?
You need me to explain?

I might serve her to
remedy the boredom, too.

Who knows?

Who knows, who knows ...

How useless lives burrow under
the phrase "who knows"?

I have an idea.
Send your driver to Rome.

Bring your luggage

and stay with me in the country.

You look like a corpse.
Look at me!

Yes, a separation
would do you well.

Welcome back. Did you enjoy
your stay in the country?

The campaign stupefies
you, my dear.

You sleep, you yawn.

You get bored to death.

No travel.

Never an invitation.

No balls.

Yes, my dear, it is a life
completely absurd. It's immoral.

The early days, it was horror.

The other six, I slept through.

And all those sheep!

No, not here!

I prefer the bustle of the city.

If I must be annoyed, let it
be in the comfort of home.

Mr. Duke,

Miss Roderighi came twice.

"I adore you, wrath of virgins,
O fierce delight ..."

Mallarmé

You were in it!

You see Cecilia Folchi,

this faded blonde,
this kept woman

who dresses any which way!

How can you love

a woman so frumpy?

- I was at my friend Pisani's place.
- I do not know it.

- You met him.
- You bet! A pimp!

You were in the country, I
think, but with your mistress!

This ridiculous Cecilia Folchi!

Will you listen
to me for a moment?

It is over with Cecilia.

And the letter?

"Forgive me for not coming.

"I'm exhausted.
I think of your kisses."

It makes you laugh?

Let's go look in your room.

I burned like others
before leaving.

As luck would have it...

Tell me more ... and did
you forget your boyfriend?

Leave him alone!

I was already his fiancee
when you tried to seduce me!

I do not know these mistresses.

You stick it to me in the nose!

Men are insatiable children!

I knew that at age 15!

At 15?

"She was talking. She betrayed."

Zuccoli

I was stupid at that age,
I believed everything I was told.

This man seemed to be
a good friend of the family

as my aunt said.

You know, I've always
lived with it.

My mother suffers from nerves. She
lives in Milan, I see her a little.

One day,

we left all three in Milan.

Along the way my aunt had
a crisis with her liver.

The "good family friend"
offers immediately

to host us at his villa
in Reggio Emilia.

"We will leave
tomorrow," he said.

That night

he comes to my
room and rapes me.

When we returned to Rome,
I was his mistress!

From there, he harassed
me relentlessly.

Our relationship was
built on blackmail.

He was married

but his wife spent most of
her time in Paris and Rome.

Who is this cad?

What?

You do not know.

I even shot him once.

What is his name?
Tell it to me.

What for?

Could it be that I know him?

I will know eventually.

Without even looking.

What secrets in this front ...

We are like fireflies

We shine in darkness

We live in a deadly world

We are the flowers of evil

Mr. Duke!

Stop! This is the
Duke of Bagnasco!

Turn back, quickly!

You did not see?

Go, stop there.

Want a hand?

A failure?
How are you?

If you please, I'm named
Gaspare. Gaspare!

I was testing, it is for sale.

Lelio will fend for himself.

Manoela, come see the duke.

What is the problem?

Nice to see you again.

How are you, Mr. Duke?

It will take half an hour.

Come have lunch with us
at the Blue Rota.

Your driver can join us later.

Here is Augusto Roari,

Giuseppe Longarola,

Dico Fau...

Dico Faustini.
Ride with us.

- There's no room.
- Yes, next to Manoela.

Dico, go ahead.
I beg you, Mr. Duke.

You, Augusto, put yourself
there. Giuseppe behind.

Everyone ready?
Driver!

Go to the Blue Rota!

Make three rights, then ...
Then just ask. Let's go!

Small fish, my good
friend, come on!

Nice one! Congratulations, ladies.

Congratulations to you as well!

What a beautiful
trout you caught!

I am telling you the facts.

We had barely begun to eat,

under the arbor

when near another table,

we saw a man

covered in blood.

Shouts!

Cries! The killer had escaped!

We called immediately.
Yes, without delay.

Then we saw a policeman arrive,

with a captured suspect.

And he said to him:

"Damn it!

"Where is your knife!"

They found him in the oven!

At least have coffee with us!

He must go to assist.
Poor Daniel.

After that, no feasting.

We'll choke on The roast chicken!

You're funnier than Petrolini!

Excuse me.

Who are they?
Explain to us the mystery.

What mystery?
"Women will be women."

Who is she?

I hardly know her.
Her name is... Roderighi, I think.

An Italian? I can't believe it.

Of course you can!

But it is remarkable.
You hardly know her, you say...

Do not lie!

What would you do
with these people, otherwise?

I'd buy a car.

Well... This young
man can sell you one.

We have already test driven.

And who is the owner?

It seems to me that
the question does not arise.

It's she who wants it.

Are you talking about
the woman or the car?

I think I'm in the
market for both.

Come Manoela!

You like it?

Say!

You'll try your luck?

Just say anything.

You tried once, I know.

You saw?

Miss Roderighi, please.

At least we know his name.

It's been a long time, Daniel.

That is true.

You never come to see me.

I'll visit you.

He does not expect to see us here.

Your Excellency.

Bye.

Already? I beg you, stay with me.

My car is waiting.

Tomorrow at 3pm.

Cunning, the scope of hand-kissing!

And the Duke? Where'd he go?

He left?

- Bye.
- Well, goodbye.

The perfect single car.

Ideal for romantic getaways.

You finally left your car!

You should make it a sport.
This keeps things lively.

Did you buy it?

The car?
Yes, I bought it.

You seemed to be in
a bad mood yesterday.

I was uncomfortable.

I met these people
only recently.

Are you staying at the club?

No, I have to work.
When are you coming to see me?

Today, if you want.

Very well, but no sooner
than five o'clock.

At five.

We saw a bit of
the company you keep!

And your Ghiondelli,
what a funny fiance!

He doesn't understand?

Is he a leader,

or just along for the ride?

What an idiot I am!

That I was going to
ask you to choose.

Keep him if you like!
You'll find him useful.

Only a fool like him would
marry a whore like you!

I hope you know what you are.

Look at you!

You know your beauty.

And Faustini! If I see
him behaving this way...

I can not live this way,
I'm going crazy!

Mr. Duke, the Marquis Barra.

It is too late.

You're still here, Pasqualino!
How old are you now?

Too old to count.

Why do you not
come over, Marquis?

Is Rome too far?

Yes, for a provincial like me.

Why don't we see more
of you, Marquis?

Pasqualino.

My cousin Michael Barra,
Manoela Roderighi.

I noticed her yesterday
at the Blue Rota.

Let us sit down.
I welcome you.

Is Yvonne still in Paris?

His wife comes to Rome
for funerals

or weddings.

Indeed, she is in Paris
until the next funeral.

Or wedding.

It's been so long ...
I have so many questions to ask you.

Aren't you worried about your land

what with the reforms
threatening the state?

Let's discuss the Socialists --
their days are numbered.

The fascists have the vision.

The new order will get
the nation on its feet.

However, my villa

near Reggio ...

I want to get away.

You're right.

These ancestral homes
are only a burden.

Exactly.

And bad memories.

Not necessarily.

Some memories aren't bad.

It would be tragic to

miss a bargain due to a
sentimental perspective.

With change comes opportunity.

- You would offer me a drink?
- Excuse me.

Your usual champagne, or tea?

Champagne.

You reproach me for being
used and abused?

I understood at
the hostel yesterday!

I saw him look at you
with an owner's jealousy!

And it continues!

You're still seeing him?

You're crazy.
I think you're crazy.

Why did you invite me?
I've avoided this place for years.

Now, he has the right to speak.

Why did you do this Daniel?

I love you, Manoela.

Are you going to
include me in the end?

I love you.

I do not want to be broken!

Why would I do that?

Because I'm asking for it.

I do not want to hurt you,

especially not you.

But I will not!

I should give you back your freedom
for a guy you say is crazy for you,

but there's no guarantee!

I know.

I know, but I'm in love.

That is the truth.

I'm in love.

It's my fault, it's true ...

I'm too stupid.

I don't understand anything.

If I had been paying attention,
I could have forestalled this.

Probably.

Listen, let's forget everything
and start over, come on!

I need someone like you

who can forgive my actions

and who wants to marry me.

But it would not be healthy.

It would be bad for you
and I do not want that.

I do not want to hurt anyone.

So does anyone win?
Some mess!

Tonight, we all dine together.

At Colonna. You'll come?

- Who will be there?
- Selpa, Montieri, Raffaelli, Barra.

Invite Miss Roderighi.

- Miss Roderighi?
- Yes, your ...

Armellino, you want
me to bring her?

You do not have a crush, I hope?

Me?

You think me capable of that?

I may fancy Miss Roderighi,
but as a whim, not a crush.

A passing fancy.

God be praised!

She was seen with you
in your car, in your carriage ...

How is that proper?

- Can we talk?
- I'm always open to dialogue.

Miss Roderighi's lovers!

So see it discreetly
without viewing!

How so?

Waiter!
Two tamarind juices, please.

People think it's
serious between you.

The Duchess of Bagnasco!

When you know

that Manoela sells her charms at
the house of Fernanda Fones ...

Our friends asked me
to open my eyes.

I understand, Armellino.

It started with a good intention,

but it wasn't really helpful.

Just so, Mr. Le Comte.

It is not gossip.

As you see, Mr. Duke,
I changed the place of mirrors,

and added flowers.

I installed these
beautiful black curtains.

Apart from that, the room
remained as you like it,

with just one novelty:

electric lighting
above the bed.

It was not necessary.

How long have I been
honoring you?

Can't you at least make
me a bit unfaithful?

The competition is formidable.

Listen, Fernanda.

I need some information.

I would love to help you.

Recently, I noticed an
extremely attractive girl.

I haven't approached her, as
she's typically with a fellow.

Her name ...

Wait. What is her name?
Perhaps you know?

Manoela, I think.

Roderighi! Of course!

I know her. You want
an appointment with her?

Today is Thursday.

For safety, taking
a few precautions,

I can aim for Saturday,
If that suits you.

Saturday ...

You are evil!

Do you think so?

I will be frank.

It's as given to me.

- Marquis Barra!
- Then you know it all.

And you had the idea of
prostitution. You made an offer.

Then another! You're ... you're ...

I do not have the words.

I am the best.

That's an understatement.
We should invent a word.

You arrive, you leave again,

you come back
totally unexpectedly.

I'll warn you right now.

Do not try to appear in green.

I am not in agreement.

Do not worry, I will not rest.

I was worried.
I had not heard from you.

Since when do you
worry like this?

I asked myself
if you were sick.

You're completely crazy.

It's well worth it to be nice.

I've never seen you so pale.

Would you give me a cigarette?

There's some in my room.

These?

You do not want to talk?

Must I interpret your silence?

If you have something
to tell me, speak.

None of your words

should be negative.

- Is the Duke alive?
- Is he happy?

- Is he suffering?
- I do not think so, sir.

I have orders not to disturb him.

I want to see him anyway.

He sleeps ... with a lady.

You're crazy to
allow such a thing!

Sorry, I can not open it.

I order you to go get it
you understand ?

It's missing.

On the ground?

You would have stolen the poison
to throw on the carpet?

That may be true.

The task is enormous.
How did you break it down?

You're too curious.

I thought you were my friend.

Why did you steal?

You do not want to answer?

Swear on your honor
you're not holding out.

Let's see ...

Shall I call Manoela?
She is sitting next.

No way.

I beg your pardon, Manoela.

Sometimes I lose my head.

At such times,
rumour can set me off.

And I can't be held
responsible for my actions.

Excuse me.

We have done enough
harm for today.

Tomorrow at 4pm, okay?

Yes, my love.

Is the maid locked out?

Of course Mr. Duke,
since yesterday.

Is she okay with 4pm?

Absolutely, tomorrow at 4pm.

"O disturbing facts,
possibilities and probabilities..."

Oxilia

Good evening, Mr. Duke.

That night, I went to the club.

I played

... and I won.

Mr. Duke,

Miss Roderighi is
on the phone for you.

I have accompanied a cousin
for shopping in Rome.

I will be with you at 6pm, okay?

No, Daniel!

Do not worry, I'm not armed.

I feel disgraced.

Please, let me go!

Why do you come here?
For money?

In that case...

you deserve it.

Take off your clothes.

I said strip!

You could have asked me for money.

Sell my jewelry.

We do not put jewels
in a brothel!

Liar!

On this bed, Michael Barra
initiated me into prostitution!

You're in up to your neck!

You've hit bottom, damn!

Fuck!

I will kill you in time.

I do not deserve the honor.

If there is a culprit,
and there is one,

he must pay.

The meal is served.

I read in the newspaper,
the story of a lady

a respectable woman,

surprised in a brothel.

And I wondered why
a woman like her,

married,

might have a crazy
bond with her lover.

Is she a prostitute?

Maybe she hates men,
despises them.

"How sweet, in love, to be
in turn, victim and executioner."

Baudelaire

Write.

"Dear Michael,
I am imprisoned! Daniel.

"He took me away from everything.

"I need your help.

"But be careful.

"I will contact you soon
so that we may meet.

"Manoela."

I need there to be excitement

before humiliating him.

I need hopes inflamed

before they are quenched.

You shall prepare

to torture him.

You'll have to feign a love
that because of me,

you will be able to show him.

And the next day

you must feign love for me
that will make you forget Michael.

You think I'll
need to pretend?

Give him a rendezvous
which you will not go to.

You have to make Michael
mad with despair.

- You want your revenge?
- And I will have it with you.

You should not have come,
Daniel is here.

The hotel's imprint
was on your envelope.

An envelope letterhead?

I see you have not done
it on purpose, as usual.

I can stay at a
hotel if I like.

You should not have come.

- You need help.
- Do not pester me.

Nobody hears and you are mine.

Go away!

I will contact you.

Our love has ended
on a false note.

I was a coward,
but I still love you.

Come back to me!

Your letter made
Michael Barra rush!

And now? Our vacations
are ruined!

It has happened ...

You used a
letterhead envelope.

You were looking
for trouble, Daniel.

What about me?
Can't you see that I suffer?

I cannot anymore!

- Did he speak to you?
- He lectured.

I hate men!

If I am with one, the
other burns. What can I do?

Write him a note.

Tell him you mentioned to me
his presence at the hotel

and that I've invited him to
breakfast with us tomorrow.

That's for you.

Open it.

There is an inscription.

Read it.

"You're the lamb ...

"among wolves."

What are you doing, Daniel?

You admire the sea?

I would like to go inside.
The sun bothers me.

Excuse us, will you?

He rented an apartment in town.
He wants to see me tomorrow.

He asked me to lie to you
and to meet him secretly.

He even found a brothel.
- What did you tell him?

I agreed, of course.

But so as to let you know,
I postponed the meeting.

Perfect. We leave tomorrow night.
We will return to Rome.

Daniel, what am I made of?

This comedy is unsustainable.

The idea of fooling you
with him disgusts me.

I'm sorry, but the pretense
must be continued to Rome.

Stop!

Miss, the Marquis Barra beckons.

You've ruined me!

No scandal!

- Where do we meet?
- I do not know.

At the Greco Cafe, okay?

Okay, tomorrow.

At 1pm, for desert.

Tomorrow, then. Now go!

Me first?

Go for it!

I would therefore
have committed a crime.

Even without being arrogant ...

Others

have had me as their mistress.

But only because I was young

and innocent.

You're drunk!...

A coffee!

What is that old saying

about handling only a
single man in your life?

Who are you talking about?

Hear me out.

Why have you changed your mind?

You had accepted the appointment.

Because I knew I was leaving.

You asked for my help.

Why?

A weakness on my part.

I was afraid

that Daniel's exclusive love
was suffocating me.

But I love him and I
will never betray you.

It was an error.
I beg your pardon.

Oh my brain. You must enjoy
seeing me in this state.

In which state?

You will see.

You have not forgotten me.

Indeed.

Do you still
remember my kisses?

Yes I do. Take me back,
Daniel. I'm waiting.

You told me you
loved making love.

I beg you...

Did he caress you as I did?

Of course, he loves me.

I love you too.

I'll not ferry you to Daniel's.

You are rude, vulgar
and insane!

Have you seen him?

At the Greco Cafe.

What has he said to you?

Words of love, lots of them.

- He loves me, he suffers.
- Perfect.

This is what we wanted.

Tomorrow you will return there.

I will not go.

- Why is that?
- I've had enough.

Why?

I've had enough!

You think that's enough
for all that I've given?

I never want to see you!

Daniel has invited me for dinner
tomorrow. I'll see you then!

Very well, you will
see me, but with him.

You want that, then?

You expect me to assist
your marital bliss.

Just don't come. You
needn't assist anything.

No, tomorrow night I dine with you.

But after tomorrow,
you will be with me.

You're crazy! Do you think
to win me with a dinner?

I am not joking!

After tomorrow at 1pm, you'll
be here or I'll kill myself!

I'll wait only fifteen minutes.
I swear on my dead mother.

If you're speaking truthfully...

You've lost weight, Michael.
You look unwell.

How is it possible?

- I'm in love.
- You, in love?

How cute,
he's in love!

This is Miss Pampaloni,
the nocturnal ornithologist!

Will he tell us who?

It's a platonic love.

White as a sheet.

- What do you know about it?
- You mean about love or sheets?

About platonic love
and being white as snow.

Is it passion that
keeps me from drinking?

That will perk you up,
Michael, you'll see!

Now I would like to toast
our divine hostess!

My love affair was a fiasco.

Beauty rejects me,
even in dreams.

- Not even in a nightmare?
- Neither!

I followed her everywhere,
theater, club, the races ...

I offered chocolates.

- She rejected them?
- No, she swallowed them.

Not like that, come on!

One, two, three, four.

You see?
Why do you slouch, Daniel!

I offered her a bracelet
and a ring. A nice one.

A pearl bracelet,
a pearl necklace!

A nice one.

- She took everything!
- Everything, everything, everything!

It was an irresistible vice.

I even wanted to gift a villa.

My father vetoed that.
It was his.

And how did she respond?

I know what name is
on your check.

Coffee, Mr. Marquis?

Yes, no sugar.

- Mr. Le Comte?
- No, thank you.

It is destroyed now.

That's it.

I wrote three times a day.

Those letters.

The letters were all
returned unopened.

What do I understand?

Would you be remorseful?

Daniel...

At 12 Via Cavour, tomorrow.

You know how it ended?

I killed myself.

But like most
suicides, staged

and futile.

I had confused the veronal
with a laxative.

Stop at number 12.

Here we are, ma'am.

Wait for me, please.

Do not approach.

Do not make me regret it.

No, you will not go from here.

One of insanity and ...

Stay away.

I want to kiss you.

Stay where you are.

I wrote to my brother.
I told him everything.

So is it true?

You'd kill yourself for me,
who does not love you?

Does it matter?

Me, I love you.

- Farewell, Michael.
- See you again?

And if I hold back?

You won't, farewell.

I wish to end my way.

An unhappy love story,
though wonderful

does not deserve
this shameful end.

What do you expect?

Nothing, not even your visit.

You won't be stupid?

No, you ruined me now.

You still love me.

Would I obey, otherwise?

You'll let me leave?

Come on, that's enough.

Come here.

Here.

For me

you will always remain
the special girl.

You do not look normal.

You are all disheveled.

Where have you been?

I got up late.

- And Michael?
- I saw him.

Always at the Greco Cafe?

Where do you want me to see him?

Yesterday too?

Yes, my dear.

You've seen him
before yesterday too?

- I told you so.
- That's not true.

The day before yesterday I was
at the Greco Cafe from 1 to 2pm.

You were not there.

What are you hiding?

Why are you lying, Manoela?

I'm not lying.

Why do we hide?

You make me mixed up.

Day before yesterday,
I didn't see.

My God, what torture!
This life has become hell!

Sorry, I have a headache.

I am going mad!

So? Have you talked to him?

He would kill me.

I cannot anymore!

Let us in!

Let's go outside!
Both disappear.

I want you entirely to myself!

He would commit suicide.

So that's two hours with me
and all that remains with him?

Don't yell at me. I must think!
Give me some time.

Quick! We must act quickly!

Otherwise I'll
tell Daniel myself!

If you do that, I'll leave you.

- Miss Roderighi?
- Who are you?

You don't know me by name.
Marco Pisani.

What do you want?

What is going on?

Pardon, but you have
spoken with Michael Barra.

We do not know the time
and address hence my coming.

Let's not talk in the street.
Ride with me.

This Armellino can
cause tragedy?

He wants Daniel's eyes opened
and for you to leave.

That's why he shouts
from the rooftops.

The rumors of scandal can
ruin my campaign.

I do not understand you, Manoela.
You say you love Daniel.

But you remain the mistress
of Michael Barra.

He forced me!

But of course...

He threatens suicide!

When I went home, he wrote to
his brother, the weapon ready.

You should not have to go!

You should have seen
what he is capable of.

Do not go over to Cavour Street.

The rumors will stop and
everything will be as before.

Think of Daniel, our friend.

I confess your love seems ...

monstrous.

You cradle illusions, dear Daniel.
Besides, you know ...

I am less opposed to
them than before.

They have the necessary grip.

It will end well by
starting with the fascists.

And the Italians in need.

Too bad they are so boorish,

vulgar, gentrified,

rude and so ...

Your conduct is unforgivable!

But I'm not a fascist.

That means little!

You are a scoundrel,
a troublemaker, a spy!

You're joking, I hope?

Absolutely not.

Anyone who will listen can
hear that I see Michael Barra

every day between noon
and two, on Cavour Street.

He shouts from the rooftops!

I hear of it from doormen
and when shopping!

Coward!

- Who answers her?
- Me, of course.

So he plays the hero, and more!

Go away, scoundrel!

Look what a mess
you've put me into.

You overtake the terminals.

Will you be fighting this scoundrel?

Let the witnesses decide.

I consider this Roderighi
not worth the sword

and you worth even less.

But, since you have declared
me a coward and scoundrel,

I have no choice.

Daniel, I have not lied.

It is true. Miss Roderighi
sees Michael Barra.

They meet between noon and two.

In an apartment.

At 12 Cavour Street.

If you want, you can check.

You only have to go there.

Manoela is a girl

who catches the eye, you know.

Witnesses who remember
her are easily found.

I did not invent the activities
at the house of Mrs. Fontes.

I do not lie today.

- Would you put all this in writing?
- In front of witnesses and lawyers.

Your Excellence...

You will not get me
in trouble, at least?

Someone could come at any moment.

These are delicate matters.

Thank you. Come, follow me.

You have a white flower
in your buttonhole.

A gift from Michael.

Michael does not
have this refinement.

You accuse me falsely.

Do not joke.

It is better that
you confess everything.

What should I confess?

That you have deceived
me most shabbily.

That you're the mistress
of Michael Barra.

But why did you create it?

How did you transition
from hate to love?

These are just the
slanders of a villain!

Armellino does not lie.

He was right about your visiting
the house of Mrs. Fontes.

Instead of believing gossip, you
should have gone to Cavour Street.

Why don't you go?

It is an idea...

But no, I will not go.

Too bad. You would have had
the proof of my innocence.

Are you quite sure
of being innocent?

If this rogue Ilino
is so sure of himself

he should record in
writing his calumnies!

If he can speak lies,
surely he can write them!

I want to go home,
I'm dead tired.

Meeting tomorrow
would be better.

Tomorrow is another day.

We can spend the day together.

Do you remember a time
when I slapped you?

I'd put poison in your tea.

You wanted to kill me?

You could do it.

A man questioned you about
me and the Marquis Barra?

I said nothing.

You should have
shown the apartment.

Yes, I showed him.
I even accompanied.

Everything was there?
The white carnations too?

Yes, the usual white carnations.
Everything was ready.

I even had to open the window.

There were advantages to
having Bagnasco as a lover.

My aunt, understand me well.

The jewelry is for you,
but not the money.

I won it.
Do not ask me how.

You cannot run away like that.

I lived according to Barra,
Ghidelli, Bagnasco and you.

Now I want to live my own life.

- I, who wanted to make you ...
- A duchess?

Stop, you'll tire yourself.

Insolent!

You can no longer pretend
to see nothing, know nothing.

It's easy to look the other way.

"Women know the roads, the
only escape is the fields."

Proust

No, in my opinion

he will not find her.

But he has hired detectives.

She alone

knows where she is located.

Cocaine!

It's not just him who
needs to be comforted.

She lost a good
pension, dear auntie.

And Michael Barra,
who will console him?

Cocaine isn't required
in order to forget.

I'm sure he has already found
an outlet for his bestiality.

Excuse me.

They registered at the hotel

under the names Theodora
Langdon and Regina Hargrave.

The brunette that looks like
the portrait we have,

calls herself Miss Hargrave.

Miss Manuela, Daniel is
desperately searching for you.

Excuse me?

What did you say?

I do not understand.

Pay no attention.

It's okay

because, after two hours,
they had left Paris.

Morphine!

Long live wine that is sincere

One that can see more clearly

Who drowns dark thoughts

in intoxication and tenderness

Champagne!

Look at that!

Cheers!

A beautiful toast!

Swallow, slut.

You have already taken
a bath of champagne?

They are not these two!

I must say, with all the
strawberries they guzzle.

About us?

He won't eat
the strawberries?

Where are you going ?

Leave that!

Give!

Loose! You're going
to let go, yeah!

You've rinsed the eyes?
Back to work!

You realize?
He is trying to see ...

What?

You should be a model.

Especially for us,
naturalists of the old school

you should display yourself!

Look! A real woman,
with real curves!

Alas, today, with modernity

you would be obliged
to change jobs.

Come back here!

You'll give him a stroke,
this poor old man!

You do not smile.

Manoela Roderighi.

She was a good friend of mine.

You found her at
the house of Fernanda?

- The photograph?
- The girl.

It's not complicated.

Shut up!

You're still in love?

You can not forget?

How do you know?

Neither can I forget.

Looking after stuff

and I cannot find it.

Looking after stuff,
but I cannot find it.

Here it is, my Titine!

Now tickle me!

Go!

Mr. Duke!

Pasqualino,
you're not lying?

Go to bed.

Good night, Mr. Duke.

Try again, sweetie.

Youth

is the Spring

of beauty.

Fascism

is the guarantor

of liberty.

Superb. Again.

Of our liberty.