All language subtitles for La Supertestimone 1971

You see? It's open.

Leave me alone. Get undressed.

Go on, come to bed.

I can't, I'm on duty.

It see it in your face.

So, what did I do?

Nothing. The Commissario wants
to ask you a few simple questions.

At this hour?

He's a morning person.
Come on, move it.

Do me a favour.
Don't talk to me like that.

I meant no offence,
I talk this way to my own father.

Is this you? Are you an actor?

Not at all.
I'm a mannequin.

I'm a model.
A model for shoes.

They call me "Golden Feet".

Or Moccasin.

To what do I owe this honour?
- You live alone?

I live with my girlfriend.

Tiziana Meloni?

What are you? A millipede?

If Tiziana works the street,
that has nothing to do with me.

I'm even against it, on principle.

I've always said,
"Why do you work?

I give you everything you need.
Stay home.

But no, she insisted.
She said being a housewife is boring,

that she wanted to express
her personality.

So, I let her work.

- Did she get a ticket?
- The Commissario will tell you.

Yes, I'm Tiziana's fiancé.

We live together
but we each live our own life.

She does her job, I do mine.

My job?

I'm in charge of placing
women in service.

No, it's better to say upfront
that with the job Tiziana does,

it's easy to cast aspersions on me.

I didn't even know
Tiziana was a prostitute.

She told me…

she told me she was
the cloakroom attendant in a nightclub.

When I learned the truth,
it was a shock.

I said to her, "Tiziana, why?"
She said, "Society is to blame."

So, it was society's fault not mine.

When she didn't come home,
weren't you worried?

No, that happened quite a lot.
She'd stay with a friend

or sometimes a client.

For example, she had been
seeing a dwarf recently.

He'd take her home and
dress her up as Snow White.

Why? Has anything happened?

Hey, has anything happened to Tiziana?
Tell me.

Tiziana.

It's not true. It's not true.

Get off me. I want…

Will you cut it out?

Did you think it was a liqueur?
Try to calm down.

But why?

She was a good girl:
always at home or at work.

Yes, I know her work was
a little questionable but…

not all of us have what it takes
to be social workers.

Though they're no saints, as you know.

Who did it?
I want to know who did it.

That's what we'd like to know.

May I?

Hey, I just want to
remove an ink stain.

The one called Marino Bottechia,
I don't know.

They call him Moccasin,
because of his mania for shoes.

One day, poor Tiziana had a client
who paid in shoes instead of money.

Those with elastic because
Moccasin didn't have any.

No, he's nice. A good Christian.

He never hit her.

One day, he stabbed her with her fork,
excuse me, in the bosom,

but he apologised.

No, Moccasin, he's no thug,

nor a habitual criminal.

He's always classy:

his clothes ironed,
his shoes polished.

He's not a knife man.
Not even a revolver.

Sometimes he's broke
and other times he's loaded,

but he never robbed anyone.

Two weeks ago, we were talking
about a girl who had overdosed.

Tiziana said,"She's lucky.
If only I had the courage."

That's why I think that
Tiziana committed suicide.

No, it's not true.
They killed her.

She was mine. Only mine.

No, the clients didn't count.

Captain, you must find the killer.

I want to know who did this.

Go on.

Faster, children.

- It's late.
- Come back here.

Give him back his cap.

Annibale. Say sorry.

- Forgive them, they're children.
- Tie their hands not their stomachs.

You've been having fun. Good.
Excuse me, take this.

- Just for a moment.
- To be honest…

I must speak urgently to the Commissario.

You're at the citizens' service,
so here.

They're well behaved and
will give you no trouble.

Right: wash their hands,
they're dirty.

Be good.

It's him. He's the killer.

- That's up to us to decide.
- But it's him.

- We'll follow the rules.
- Of course

Do you…
do you know this man?

I don't know him.

I've only seen him the once,

but it was at the right time.

Right time?

I mean he was at
the scene of the crime,

- Friday night at 11.40.
- You saw him?

Of course I saw him.
I saw him with my car's lights.

Lights?
- My high beams, Commissario.

Look,

he was cleaning his shoes with
a yellow spotted handkerchief when all of a sudden….

I shone them right in his face.
A face one couldn't forget.

He had a sneaky appearance.

When I got home, I said to myself,

"He has the face of a killer."

And I wasn't wrong, Captain,
he was indeed a killer.

All this at night?
Doesn't that seem rather too much?

Do you smoke?

I'm rather warm, excuse me.

Too much?

But you're forgetting, excuse me,

once, with my half-beams,

I found a pearl
I had lost in Piazza Venezia.

So, you have
a children's nursery?

Yes, a sort of crèche. Private.

I also have a boarding
school for girls.

Good.
Tell me what happened on Friday night.

Gladly.

I was returning from
a dear friend's marriage,

and since I had some spare time,
I decided to go to the cinema: the Rex.

As I was saying, Your Honour,
Friday night,

I was in Ostia with my friend Pasquale.

But you left the restaurant at 11 o'clock.

What did you do afterwards?

We went down to the beach
to see the dead fish.

Yes, word went around
that an oil tanker that foundered

had brought to the beach
a load of dead fish.

So we said, let's see.

- And were they there?
- What?

The dead fish.

We walked for about an hour,
until we got to Torveglianico.

Not one body of a dead fish.

Did you speak to anyone?

With the owner of
the Corsair Restaurant,

where we went indeed to eat fish.
It was delicious.

I see but that was after 11.
And afterwards?

Afterwards, we came back.
But we didn't see anything special.

There were some groups
of people at a distance.

A couple were making love in a car.

Being gentlemen,
we didn't stop to enquire.

- Name of the restaurant?
- The Corsair.

Do you have to do the typing, Sir?

This court has only three typists,
what do you expect me to do?

Well, if you like, I can help you.
I'll be faster than you.

Name of the restaurant owner?

I confirm what I have said
and sign it, Commissario.

Very good, where were we?

On the day, let's see,
on the day of April 12th in the year of…

That's him.

- Him who?
- The person I saw on Friday night

at the scene of the crime at 11.40.

What scene of the crime?

Your Honour,
I think we've done enough writing.

On Friday, I ate fish at Ostia.

You weren't in Ostia,
but on Via Manfredini.

You were shining your shoes
on the edge of the pavement.

What is this lady saying?
Is she mad?

Pavement? Shining my shoes?
What does she mean?

Let us beware of
a miscarriage of justice.

His shoes, Your Honour.

Black and white.
With all those little holes.

But… I have ten pairs like this.

Made in England,
two-tone with holes.

I'm not the only one who has them.

You can't fool me.

Show the judge the yellow
spotted handkerchief in your pocket.

My pocket? Which one?

Here's the proof:
he had this on the night of the crime.

But not the tie.

Anything else?

Take it. I'm sorry.

So, write:
"Confronted by Bottecchia,

the witness confirmed her deposition

and recognised the aforementioned
from the scene of the crime."

The President of the Republic

has sent a telegram of condolence
to the families of the victims.

Isolina Panto', the star witness

in the trial against
Marino Bottecchia,

declared herself a victim of
an anonymous plot against her person.

This is what she said in an interview.

I am Isolina Panto'.

I run a small kindergarten.

As you can see, modest but efficient.

Four days ago, mothers stopped
bringing their children.

Perhaps there's an epidemic?

Not true. I don't believe it.

I'm certain they've been threatened.

These mothers are being
stopped by unknown forces.

They're trying to get at me,
because I denounced Marino Bottecchia.

I ask these mothers to have
the courage to send me their children.

Or what will I do?

And remember, I only acted
out of my duty as a citizen.

At my own risk and…

and without malice.

Because out of love for justice,
I won't let myself be…

intimidated by any threats.

It's already 4.30…

You come back at this hour?
You could have been killed.

Rodolfo.

Without a doubt, Sir,
I swear it and I swear it again.

He is a vulgar man,
Your Honour, vulgar.

Yes, who has lived off the backs
of poor provincial girls like me.

The papers say, every day, at least
three women are cruelly murdered by men.

They're mothers, sisters, daughters…
Think about it, Your Honour.

No, Your Honour.

She's an ex-nun. Expelled from
the Servants of Mary Convent.

She even failed as a Servant.
I feel ill…

Not true. I swear it's false.

Yes, I went into a convent,

but I left with a man who seemed
to me beautiful in body and soul.

Careful, Your Honour.

A trickster.

This lady is a worse
troublemaker than me.

Better than being a murderer.
- Me, a murderer? God, I faint…

A feigned faint, Your Honour.
He's trying to manipulate you.

I know he's acting.
I feel ill too but I won't faint.

What's going on?

Every day it becomes more dangerous.

Tomorrow, I'll wear a helmet.

Instead, you know what I say?
I'll call in sick.

Who the hell sent this?
This damn…

Shut up, you were even
in love with Robert Kennedy.

Yes, that's true,
but I've never spoken to him.

It was platonic love.

And I curse the assassins
of the Kennedy brothers.

Pay close attention:
this Marino Bottecchia may be a lead.

- Let's ask him about it, Your Honour.
- Me?

I curse all men, Your Honour.

All those murderers.
All those who kill.

Down with goody two-shoes.
Down with the Salvation Army.

And long live whores.

In the name of the Italian people,

the accused Marino Bottecchia

is found guilty of voluntary homicide.
- Did you see that, Your Honour?

He is sentenced to twenty years,

six months and twelve days imprisonment.

Twenty years.
Convicted for "serious indications."

No proof. "Serious indications,"
understand? Twenty years.

I had witnesses and an alibi.
Useless, they were prejudiced.

They chose to listen to the testimony
of that hypocritical Servant of Mary.

- Damn her…
- Will you let me sleep?

Nice that you can sleep. I have to do
twenty years. Let me speak.

If you don't sleep,
twenty years will feel even longer.

Who sent him here?

"I saw him.
I recognise him by his shoes."

Shoes? Am I the only one
who has shoes with holes?

God damn her. Damn that woman.

If someone doesn't knock
her on the head right away,

she's going to be a danger to society.

Dirty schizophrenic cow.

I'll shoot her in the mouth.
- God is revenge and forgiveness.

If you don't go to sleep,
I'll rip your ears off.

You better know that to get some sleep,
I killed my wife.

Twenty years…

If you don't stop,
I'll put you in solitary.

We wish.
- Go to hell.

May I?

Which floor?

Me? Really, I don't know.

The… third. I think.

I have lots of things to tell you
and there's a gift too.

You look flustered, what is it?

Something terrible happened to me.

A man in the lift was staring at me.

Do you know that in Milan,
they rape women in the lifts?

All have such luck?

I felt his breath here.
I felt hot flushes.

The more I moved away,
the closer he got.

He had a creepy air.
I know that sort of man.

They undress you with their eyes.

He was going to the floor above?

A young man with brown hair,
about thirty-five, rather tall?

I really don't know.
I didn't even glance at him.

I only know he had a black sweater,
a belt, a change purse,

a pimple here, a finger ring,
a gold chain…

with the Scorpion sign.

Even those men unnerve you?

The building calls him "Miss Mary."

Come, I'll get you something to drink.

Miss Mary?

Your mind would even paint milk black.

By the way, what's the story
about all that in the papers?

The star witness, and all that nonsense.

- What happened?
- Nothing.

I sent some brute to prison.

From the photographs,
he seems an interesting sort.

- He has those eyes…
- Who?

Well, him, the killer.

I didn't notice.

That's the difference between us.

- I wouldn't have accused him.
- I would.

In truth,
I look nobody in the face.

I would even say to you…

that when a man lives like him…

In short, if he's ugly on the inside,

he's ugly too on the outside.

I'm not convinced.

Upstanding people are boring.

But him on the other hand…
What's his name?

Listen. For me, this Bottechia…

Not right now,
because I was just married but…

While you, you have him condemned.

But how did you ever
cross paths with him?

By chance. It was destiny.

Actually, it was the same evening
as your wedding. That Friday.

No, I was really married on Thursday.

See? Even you don't remember.
It was Friday.

No, Thursday.

As if Carlo, superstitious as he is,
would marry on a Friday.

Wait here.

Here, look at this.

April 12th.
And April 12th was a Thursday.

No. It isn't possible.

Think again, please.

It's quite obvious:

if you married on a Thursday,
then Bottecchia must be innocent.

You think the court made a mistake?

Why else was he found guilty? Why?

Do you have a glass of water?

What have I done?

Good grief.

And what can I do now?

Ask his forgiveness?

How can I ask forgiveness
for the twenty years?

What sort of justice would that be?

What are you doing? Can't you see?
You were in the wrong.

- But I had right of way.
- Right of way? Look what you've done.

This lady saw everything.
- I saw nothing at all. I wasn't there.

- Nothing at all.
- She saw it all.

- You came in through the right.
- What right?

Would you do something for me?

I need to speak urgently
to a detainee.

- At this hour? To tell him what?
- To tell him… that he's innocent.

- He must already know that.
- But I never knew it.

Now you both know it.

Say, couldn't we find a way?

I must talk to him, just for a minute.
I must. You understand?

- I'm sorry.
- Help me.

You can call him.

- Are you joking?
- No, I'm serious.

- How?
- From the Wall of Gianicolo.

Aldo.
I'm thinking of you all the time.

Tomorrow,
I'll come to the visiting room.

Marcello, watch your back.

She says she loves you.

Flavio, the baby is fine.

Don't worry.

The boy is yours.

The punishment wasn't valid.

Tagliano Del Cipresso.

I love you.

The lawyer…

has run off with all the money.

Don't worry, you'll get amnesty.

Read Article 452.

Who are you looking for?

I'm looking for…

Marino Bottecchia.

Block No. 3, Cell No. 15.

Cell 15, third block.

You hear me?

What's your name?

Isolina. I have to tell him
something very important.

Isolina is here.

She has to tell you
something very important.

I have proof of your innocence.

What should I do?

She has proof of your innocence.

What should she do?

Go fuck yourself.

Answer. But without the insults.

He answered.

You're leaving and giving me nothing?

To go where he told me to,
I have to pay you too?

Your accomplice won't squeal.

Please, come in.

I really need to speak
a moment to Dr Bonotti.

But I don't want to disturb him.

But it's very urgent.

Would you be so kind…

That gentleman there
eating lasagne at the table.

- Gnocchi Roman style.
- Really?

You see, he's that one next to
the lady in the red dress.

I'll call him, Miss.

- Here, take this…
- No, thank you. I'm the owner.

The owner?

- I'm sorry.
- You told him?

Yes, he doesn't want to.

Your Honour?

Your Honour.
You remember me?

I don't and have no intention
in straining my memory.

But it's of the greatest importance.
Remember the Bottecchia trial?

Miss, I don't remember anything
in the evening.

If you want to discuss it,
come see me tomorrow in my office.

Star witness in the Bottecchia trial.
May I?

Sir, did you remember when I said,

"It's him, it's him, it's him.
I swear it's him?"

Well, it wasn't him.

At least, it was him,
but not on Friday.

It was Thursday, like today
as you eat gnocchi.

And I'd be allowed to…

How can you possibly continue to eat,
when an innocent is in prison?

You must do something.

Sir, help me.
- Listen, Miss.

If he's innocent, as you say,
you can prove it on appeal, right?

When is the appeal?
- I don't know.

Come to the office tomorrow
and we'll see what we can do.

And now, Miss,

join us or be so kind as to withdraw.

So we are saying:

acquitted of the offence of manslaughter for lack of
evidence.

Even so he's guilty of lesser offences,
isn't he?

That's to say:

complicity in prostitution,

by allowing intimate
encounters in his home.

Instigation of prostitution,

by having persuaded girls,

including a minor,
into sordid activities.

Thirdly: exploitation of prostitution,

to have taken and demanded money

from some girls, whom he protects.

Therefore, for the first offence,
Bottecchia is sentenced

exactly to a year and a half in prison
and a 100,000 lire fine,

minus the extenuating circumstances
to 1/3 third of his sentence.

Continuing, for the second offence,

he is condemned for two years
and two months for corrupting a minor,

minus the extenuating circumstances.

For the third, three years and five months,
minus the extenuating circumstances.

So, let's add it all up and
let's strive to be precise.

It's a slightly tricky calculation.

Cavelozzi, this isn't primary school.

Cavelozzi, no copying.

Commendatore, rest assured,
I've spoken to important people.

You'll be out soon.

It's unjust, Mayor.

You should benefit from immunity
like the criminals.

Commissioner, I weep in my heart
to see you in such an environment.

I am victim of a plot.

But I'm hopeful. Don't worry.

Where's all this going to end?

It was all a conspiracy.
And the children are fine.

They're treating them well.

I found out…
that they sent you far from Rome.

And so…

- You still hate me?
- No, for heaven's sake.

Thanks to you, I got four years.
I risked being in prison my whole life.

Why should I hate you?

Whenever I see you, it's like
I have sawdust in my underwear.

They gave you four years?

Three. You've already served one.

Compared to twenty.

Three might pass quickly.

Perhaps on the Riviera but not here.

The Riviera water is polluted.

Prison's difficult
enough without you. Leave me be.

No, please wait.

Just a few words.

Forgive me.

Is it really bad in here?

No, how can you say that?
This place is fantastic.

You're better without the moustache.
- Really?

Yes, it's a look that's more…

more respectable.

No, I beg you, please,

I am here to help you.

I want nothing from you.

Strange: I thought accepting gifts
from women was your speciality.

What did you get me?

Books.

I left them at the desk.
They'll bring them soon.

Mathematics, trigonometry,

and construction.

And the dialogues of Plato.

Did you know that an illiterate
Sardinian shepherd

after 20 years in prison,
had them all memorised?

How could he have read them
if he never went to jail?

Never.

So then,
while you're here…

studying,

the time will pass like that.

And in three years, you'll have
your diploma in geometry.

So when you're released,

you can start a new life.

Of course, three years is not
that long for a diploma.

They usually take five.

As long as you put a good word in,
have no worries.

Perhaps you would prefer accounting?

No.
There are too many accountants.

There are four just in here.
There are also two engineers, one lawyer,

- and one dentist.
- People like that here?

There are also other sorts.
In my cell, I have an illiterate

who set fire to his wife
and sister-in-law.

-A match and 'poof': thirty years.
- How horrific.

What did you think? They'd put
me in with the judges' daughter?

Not with your background.

Alright, tell me what
I can do for you.

I beg you. Please.

If you want to do something,
bring me two shoe-brushes.

Solitex brand. Soft-haired.

Two tins of shoe polish,
a yellow and a black.

Lord brand. English.

- Write it down.
- No, I have a superb memory

- It would be better.
- No, I'll remember.

A tube of Argentine hair gel.

Yes, agreed.

How will I get these to you
if you're being transferred?

-Good point.
- Where are they sending you?

To Porto Felice.

A pretty name.

Then I'll go there very willingly.

Forgive me.

If you forgive me, I'll even
come to see you in Porto Felice.

- With the brushes and polish?
- Polish and brushes.

Two cotton sweaters.

- And sugared fruit.
- A small box?

A large box.

Very good.

Then we're friends?

Of course.

- Shall we call each other by name?
- Why not?

Since we're friends now, get me
two cartons of filtered Americans.

The soft kind.

It's nothing.
If one can be of service to a friend…

Who do you have in prison?
Your husband?

An acquaintance.

I'm sure he's innocent.

You know what I think?

In prison, all the men are innocent.

My son is the most innocent of them all.
As pure as water.

The guilty are those who take advantage
and are lazing around somewhere.

It's they who smell of gunpowder.

- How long is your son in for?
- Twelve years.

They profited from
his passion for cars.

He sees a car and
he gets an impulse to drive it.

To take it for a spin.

The others around him took
advantage of this impulse, you see,

and sold the cars.

How many times did
this impulse come over him?

Well… 150 times.

I'm not saying that's little
but we all have our impulses.

For example, when I was pregnant,
I ate cream-puffs all day long.

Fortunately,

in prison, he has made a friend.

So, he is feeling more relaxed,
like he was at home.

But you know, true friends.

Terribly good friends.

So much so that at Christmas,
this other one made him a pullover.

He has golden hands for
these feminine tasks.

Can you spare a lemon?

Here.

It's clean.
I just took a little nibble out of it.

Suck it, you'll feel better. Suck it.

Mother, here I am.

My God, you seem sickly.

T-shirts,

hair oil,

fruit candies,

the polish,

macaroons,

deodorant…

That's the lot.

And the shoe-brushes?

The brushes…

My God, I forgot.

I kept asking for it like a saint,
how could you have forgotten it?

I'll go in town to buy one.

In town? You think they have
brushes like Solitex?

And I have a good memory.

The one thing you need to improve
is your memory. Well, never mind.

I didn't come here to be insulted.

Right, I'm going.
- Where are you going? Wait.

You're irritable too?

Besides, dogs that bark don't bite.

Look: my nails are getting longer.

Well, I cut off my moustache,
I had to grow something else.

-How many times a day do you
wash your hands? - Once.

I don't get it.
We're not in kindergarten here.

No, but a little hygiene
wouldn't hurt you.

I have some wipes.
Clean yourself.

- You know how to use them?
- I know.

No, you do it like this, look,
and then you clean yourself.

Go on, tell me,

what do you do all day?

- Tell me.
- What do you expect?

During the day, the hours pass and
we even manage to entertain ourselves.

- We make our plans.
- Good ones?

Nice ones.

Delicate?

Vulgar.

Night is hell.

Good night.

- Go to bed.
- Sing us a lullaby.

Good night, cheaters.

This time, I've forgotten nothing.

English polish in three colours,
even colourless.

The Solitex brushes that you wanted.

You have something else?

Yes, an aftershave balm.

You put on your face
to keep the skin soft. It's great.

And chocolate,

and vest…

Very good.

The newspapers.

You know, something
very strange has happened.

In one week, I received seven letters.

One each day, from the same person.

- A woman.
- Who? - This one here.

A teacher from Asolo, that's her.

- This one?
- Yes. Not bad?

But she has one fault: She's six feet tall.

Very sweet.

I've never received such
beautiful letters, I swear it.

There's one, for instance,
that starts:

"I love flowers even without scent."

And further, she compares
the flowers to us prisoners.

She compares me to a carnation.

- And you?
- What about me?

-Have you replied to her?
- Obviously.

Well, I replied only once.

But perhaps I was wrong to.

It must have gone to her head,
poor girl.

Maybe she has some illusions.

To be blunt,
she asked me to marry her.

To marry her?

You?

With all that you are
and all that you've done?

And she wants to marry you?

Have you accepted?

Yes. But later,

when I was alone…

with my thoughts at night…

then I began to think of you.

I thought of you constantly.

Constantly?

In a manner…

unbecoming?

You did wrong.

Does it bother you?

No, it doesn't bother me.

It's just that now,

I can't look you in the face.

But…

-how was I?
- When?

When you thought of me in your bed?

In your cell. Was I dressed?

Naked?

Agitated?

You realise what you're saying?

We were in a beautiful grass meadow,

entwined in the wet grass.

It was a full moon.

Then I put my hand on your…

No, please don't go on, Marino.

You don't want me to continue?

It's perhaps better. Forgive me.

You didn't abuse me
without my consent?

Because…

you did abuse me?

You know very well…

How dare you?

- Well?
- I was dreaming.

What do you know about my life?

What do you know about me?

Are you crying?

No, I'm not.

Why would I be crying?

Please, let's go.

- No, they can see us.
- Who cares about that? Come on.

What a show.

What a fine pair of love-birds.

Rigoletto, you get the next dance.

Woman or man,
you disgust me all the same.

- You see?
- The boy is jealous?

Moccasin.

Wait. What is it?

Here.

- "You want to marry me?"
- Good news?

- That depends.
- It's from that young lady.

Yes, I know…

And you're not happy?
- That depends, I said.

If you received this,
would you be happy?

If you wrote it? No.

Boys, prepare the confetti.

If you wish to be united
by the holy sacrament of marriage,

express your consent
before God and the Church.

Marino Bottecchia, do you take
Isolina Panto as your wife

and promise to be faithful
in all circumstances,

happy or unhappy,
for better or worse,

to love and honour her all her life?

Isolina Panto', do you take
Marino Bottecchia for your husband

and promise to be faithful
in all circumstances,

happy or unhappy,
for better or worse,

to love and honour her all his life?

God in his goodness
confirms your consent

before the Church and
grants you his blessing.

What God has joined together,
let no man tear apart.

Virgin in heaven,

Sovereign of…

Sorry, I'll start over.

Lord, bless these rings

exchanged as symbols
of love and fidelity.

Exchange the rings.

Isolina, receive this ring,
a pledge of my love…

Love…
- and of my fidelity.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.

I give you this ring as
a pledge of love and fidelity.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.

It doesn't fit.

Where should I put it?
On the other hand? The little finger?

Anyone have another ring?

- It's a lot that it made it here today.
- What can I do?

I give you this pledge of love and fidelity.

- In the name of the Father, the Son…
- Face your husband.

Pascucci has hands like this.

May you have many sons.

Come. Let's see the gifts.

Jail wasn't enough,
she had to marry him?

- Help yourselves. It's good.
- You eat it. Here.

- Congratulations.
- You are very kind.

Very charming, I was quite touched.

Here are the prisoners' gifts.

Dracula made this.

We call him that because…
- How sweet.

…he worked in a blood bank.

This is from
the mass-murderer of Spoleto.

And Mata Hari, our spy.

And this one?

This is from Arse-cheek.

It's lovely.
- How did you make with your mitts?

- So nice.
- You've done a very fine job.

You are all so adorable.
A thousand thanks.

Father, look.

Who taught you that? The nuns?

Father, you're all alone?

Look at what they embroidered for me.

They do what they can.

Don't they kiss the bride anymore?

Of course. Here.

If they saw me…

In your sermon, Father,

you said that the wife must
follow the husband everywhere.

What should I do in my case?
Follow him to prison?

In my opinion, of course.

What?

They're agitated.
Send them back in.

Here, take it away.

I wanted to thank you
for the truly beautiful ceremony.

You're welcome.

In the name of my wife too.

My compliments, she's quite pretty.

And how should we arrange this?
It's unfortunate.

Arrange what?

The gifts, the party are all fine
but afterwards?

What more do you want?
Your wife in your cell? Please.

You had this party, your friends…

You have television and
even the political newspapers.

You have everything.
I don't know what you want.

No, we all just want
to avoid turning into queers.

Impossible?

How can one get married and leave
a husband without sharing intimacy?

On the one hand,
I would love to be with him,

physically speaking.

On the other hand,
I'm afraid the normal union

might remove a little of the poetry.

One moment.

Very good.

- But the body has a share in this.
- The body can wait.

Miss, what are you going to do now?

To search for lodgings on this island.

- A sort of honeymoon in white?
- That's it.

What's your wife doing at the moment?

With all the fisherman in the island,
don't you worry.

She's not a whore like yours.

A saint.
My wife was a saint.

Why did you kill her then?

To send her to heaven.

I bet that she's walking
the streets up there.

If they allowed wives

to spend their wedding nights
in the cell with their husbands,

-we'd be richly entertained.
- Right.

Because I got married
to entertain you?

If she came here,
you wouldn't give us our turn?

Paid for, of course.

Prince, you're the youngest
and the most uncouth.

You're offended?
After all, it's your profession.

Sure, it's like asking a baker
to sell a piece of bread.

And for once, I'll eat my own bread.

But before you taste it,
it will have gone stale.

Better stale than softened
by your dirty paws.

Marino, I'm yours.
Take me, I'm your little wife.

Check out what lovely stuff I have.

Do you know who
these thighs belong to?

- Yours.
- And this lovely mouth? - Yours.

- And these gorgeous tits?
- Yours.

- And this nice thing?
- Yours.

No, they're for the porter who
brought me a soft drink in my hotel room.

How he can always laugh,
Rigoletti, it's beyond me.

He's a hunchback, stinks,
has only one kidney,

he's in jail
and still likes to laugh.

Sweet dreams, my little husband.

And please,
don't commit any impure acts.

I forgot to wish you
a good night, sweetie.

Thank you, my love.

I tried.

Can I make this work?

I'm afraid.

Now…

I must get naked.

Yes, Marino, yes.

And next…

slowly…

But not everything at once…

No, wait, Marino.

That too?

And after that, what do I do?

What are you making me do?

How did you pass the first night?

- Badly.
- Me as well.

But the body must wait, Marino.

Just what I told the journalists.

We're quite lucky to
be able to speak here.

Best wishes, Madam.

You understand?
There's no need to be melodramatic.

You know what I think?
We'll have a honeymoon all the same.

What honeymoon?

In our imaginations, Marino.

Believe me,
I'm not lacking in imagination.

Follow me, Marino.

See, we are already in Venice.

Venice?

Please,
close your eyes and come with me.

Marino, we're surrounded by pigeons.

Pigeons everywhere and then…

Close your eyes.

Close both of them.

You must close both your eyes.

Just like this.

We are now on the Grand Canal,

then we're in St Mark's Square,

then we're at a bar having a drink.

There are many doves.
It's all so beautiful.

I'd give an eye to sleep
with you right now. And you?

Me? What about me?

What would you give?

Me, I'd give… a leg.

No, wait.
You see, I need your legs.

You can't imagine I go to bed
with you missing a leg? No.

I want you whole…

when the moment comes.

You must have patience.

In the meantime, give me something
to put under the pillow.

A photograph.

A special kind of photo.

What sort of photograph do you want?

-In a swimming costume.
- Please no.

Not in a swimming costume.
Swimming costumes are the death of sex.

Besides, for that I could
look in magazines.

Make a slightly daring photo,
a little sexy.

Where one sees, sometimes not,
where you can glimpse

something between the legs.

Is the guard still behind me?

If I can't see
your face, that's fine.

- How is it fine?
- It's just an expression.

I meant, especially at night,
the face doesn't matter much.

But if there's no face, Marino,

what will you kiss?

Anywhere.

Where anywhere?

Marino,

what will you do with the photograph?

Is the guard still there?

He left.

Isolina, you don't know
what prison is.

Men are on the edge.

It doesn't take much and snap.

What?

With the passing of time
and the abstinence,

you begin to realise that
between a man and a woman,

- there's no great difference.
- What?

No difference?

You can get a cell-mate
that when you look at him,

in the end…

In the end,
he resembles your cousin.

You must resist.

No, don't ever.

No, you mustn't do that.

Swear you'll never do that. Swear.

What?

Fine, I'll try
but Isolina, you must help me.

- Agreed.
- You must send me some nice photos.

But I insist, racy, very risqué.

Understand?

It's up to you.

- Isn't she a bit deflated?
- What? You prefer fatties?

What are you giving me? Nazionale?
You know I don't smoke.

- Want to try Federica?
- What can I do with an inner tube?

At first, you feel iffy
but you soon grow fond.

It'd be like playing poker
with Mickey Mouse.

- Can I come in?
- No, why? - I got oranges.

The minimum is two packets of Americans,
and you need to hurry up.

One of these days, you'll see.

Who invented these filters?

You want it?

Take them.

Thanks. I'll hide them, because
if they're seen, they'll be stolen.

Who would?

The Bedouin and the others.

Smash their faces in.

They know I can't and
they take advantage of it.

You know why they call me Salomé?

Because every evening
they force me to dance naked.

Are you a good dancer?

If I don't do it,
Bedouin pulls out his knife.

He has a life sentence.

He wouldn't hesitate to kill me.

Afterwards, three of them pin me down
while one has his fun.

- Like with the Chinese cook.
- What?

- Nothing.
- If I were a pretty girl, I'd get it,

but how can they have fun
with somebody like me?

Well, tastes are tastes.

I can't bear the humiliation anymore.

How would I appear
if my children found out?

Youngsters are very broad-minded.

It's disgusting, it's shameful.

Little by little, we get used to it.

-Here, it's the law.
- No, never.

The Bedouin is a sadist.

Not only does he have fun,
but he beats me too.

Really? - One of these days,
I'll put an end to it.

I'll tell the governor all about it.

Excellent idea.

That way, there'll be four of
them to hold you down.

Then what can I do?

Take some dancing classes.

Here, like that. Turn a little.

Beautiful.

Wait, I'll go on this side.

A touch of thigh.

You must show that poor man something.

Don't move.

Hold it.

Wait, I'll cover myself.

Here. More languid, more languid.

Perfect.

I think a little this way.

Like that.

There's one missing. Where is it?

There weren't seven photographs but eight.

- You took one.
- Photograph?

The missing photograph, did you take it?

Give it to me.

- I'll give it to you tomorrow.
- Really?

And what will you be doing
to my wife tonight? Give it up.

- I won't show nobody.
- Nobody?

I don't want my wife's
photograph to get around.

If it weren't for me you wouldn't get
these photos. You should thank me.

Here you go, boys.
I brought you the Bedouin.

From now on, there are five of you.

He's not so bad once you know him.
You just have to be nice.

I bet you'll all become big pals.

Prince, if he asks you to
dance with veils, don't.

- I drop them nicely.
- He's dangerous.

- I have a knife too.
- But don't sleep uncovered.

You see, Father,
knowing he's in prison,

I feel more peaceful.

This may surprise you,
but that's how it is.

Between him and me,
there are walls, barriers.

Something that unites us
but also separates us.

It prevents him from coming to me,

touching me,

to do me harm.

What sort of harm?

Harm.

That which men do to women when
they let loose their bestial instincts.

You mean the consummation of marriage?

It's a very relative harm.

Besides,
there are some who don't dislike it.

I don't want to find out.

It terrifies me.

Father, have you ever experienced…

attraction and repulsion
at the same time?

You see, there are two women in me.

One desires the act of…

let's call it the material.

And the other refuses.

It seems the second is stronger…

and more resolute than the first.

See, I get hot flushes…

at the idea that Marino will get out.

He would want to impose
his male rights…

on me.

What will become of me?

Well, my child…

- Do you understand?
- No, not at all.

What would you want him to do
with his wife after four years in prison?

- Take her to church?
- If it were Sunday.

Even if it were Easter,
why should he care?

Don Mario, you speak to me like this?

Yes, I do.

Because I know them,

their problems, their suffering,
their misery,

and their sins against nature.

Do you know it's me who gets
them their nudie magazines?

They relieve themselves like youths.

Impure acts.

It is what it is.
We're always within nature.

It saves them from committing
grave acts on their companions.

Then it's true?

Yes, it's most true.
If it were up to me,

they could have their
wives once a week.

I'd send them women.

Even for the priests of today
but let's not go into that.

If you want the advice
of a priest and a man,

silence the second woman in you
and listen to the first.

The bestial instincts of man

have also a positive side.

What can I say about the poor thing?
Federica was stabbed 3 times.

Stabbed her three times in the face.
My love was deflated in three days.

- Who did it?
- Someone who will soon learn.

He stabbed her three times
and I'll stab him three times.

- When did he die?
- A month ago.

And you're telling me this now?

You know that that dog was
everything to me.

You know, why at Regina Coeli,
we were in prison

with doctors, princes, a mayor,

even a commissioner
and all sorts of important people.

But in this prison,
we're surrounded by trash.

Leave it to me.

I know, I've said it many times
but now I'm in here to stay.

When I get out,
I'll get head my straight.

Go on. Do what I say.

Come on, don't be silly.

Go on, unbutton your blouse.

Don't ask me to, I'm embarrassed.

There's too many people. Please.

I'm begging you. No.

Don't worry. Do what I say.

Now, hide under your coat,

put it like this and then,

open your blouse.

Yes. No, please, Marino,
don't make me do this.

Not this, not this.

If I ask you to do this,
you must do it.

I need it, you understand?

It's not a whim. Come on.

- And a new prisoner has arrived.
- Who?

- The Angel.
- Who's that?

A blond with long hair,
blue eyes, attractive, young…

And understand,
it's better than nothing.

- It's easy to get confused.
- Confused how?

It'd be so easy…
Isolina, I'm not joking.

Do as I ask.

Go on.

That's enough.

No, continue. Don't be afraid.

More…

Another?
- More.

Go on.
- Another?

Start talking.

Say anything.

What should I say?

I'm so tense that I can't speak.

Anything. Numbers.

Numbers?

45, 50, 55,

56, 57,

58, 59, 60, 61.

Continue.

Continue, I tell you.

Should I start again?

1, 2, 3, 4,

5, 6, 7,

8, 9, 10,

10…

1, 2…

Thank you, my love. Thank you.

Don't worry, don't be upset.

There's a quiet and secure room.

It's the hospital wing.

I'll tell you which day.

Yes, agreed,

but how are you going to get her in?

No worries. I'll take care of it.

What do you want in
exchange for this service?

What everybody else gives me.

Which is?

It's not about money.

Realise that to get your wife inside,

I'm risking much.
While you have to get all the fun?

I don't see the link.

And what about me?

What about you?

Watch out for that Charlot.
Some friend.

Careful, he's behind you.
Talk softly.

Impossible.

First, he softens you up…

- then he sticks the knife in.
- But it's not possible.

He's always so considerate, so kind.

I can believe it.

I'm on the island thanks to him.
He got me the job at the villa.

Exactly.

I'm going to tell you something
I never told you before. - What?

The photos that you sent me
weren't eight. They were only seven.

- One was missing.
- Seven?

Which one?

How should I know?
Probably the most exciting one.

Did you get the one where
I was just wearing a towel?

No. What was it like?

- What could you see?
- Nothing.

I was naked under my towel.

But you could see little or nothing.

Obviously.

After all, Marino, it's just paper.
- Yes, paper.

But you're on the paper.

- It's a piece of paper…
- No, I say he's a bastard.

- He kept the best for himself.
- No, don't worry about it.

This is not including what
he said in the yard.

What did he say?

No, I won't tell you.

- Go on, tell me.
- No, I won't.

Tell me.

He had the nerve…

The nerve for what?

He said he was ready…

to organise a date for us.

Marino, a date with you.

But he wants to hook-up with you first.
Understand?

With me?

No, with me. Don't act stupid.

How… how could he dare?

He says that anyway,

-you wouldn't notice him.
- I would.

But he means in the dark.

Come on, he couldn't have asked
for such a thing. I can't believe it.

I really want to report him.

Don't overreact, please.

I forbid you to accept the bones
he gives you for the dogs.

- The less you see him, the better.
- Of course. I'm fine with that.

Although, it's a pity for the dogs.

With the 1000 lire they give you to care
for the dogs, you can buy the bones.

You're right, but I need
to economise for the two of us.

He isn't giving you
the bones for nothing.

He wants the meat.

Say, it's no longer worth the
trouble to bring the bones.

I'll take care of it.

A pity.

- I was getting quite attached.
- To whom?

The dogs.

Listen. I have to tell you
what's in my heart.

I never imagined you would
make to my husband…

propositions…

that are so…

shameful.

Sorry, what propositions?

You know very well.

Your husband was exaggerating.
I was joking.

Those sorts of jokes are
in very bad taste.

You're right. Sometimes,
the words just come out.

At the end of the day,
we're like prisoners. We have the same…

difficulties, the same sacrifices.

Especially for those who are unmarried
or have their wives on the mainland.

Here, women run away
like we have the plague.

And then? And then…

As nobody is a saint,

we sometimes try our luck.

Sometimes it works,
sometimes it doesn't.

But without force.

Imagine if we used our position
to abuse the people in our power.

And what about,

the possibility of helping us
to a date in the hospital?

Was that a joke?

I would really like
to make that happen.

Really?

You would do it?

Of course.

Am I authorised to tell Marino?

If you want, I'll tell him.

Well after all,
it seems I've misjudged you.

Please forgive me.

Who is it?
- It's me, Marino.

Has something happened?

Where are you calling from?

Where else? The prison.
I'm in the prison hospital.

God, are you sick?

Calm down. The operation has begun.

- You know what that means?
- Yes, but I don't understand.

Listen closely, Isolina.

Charlot will pick you up
and he will bring you here.

Then he will leave us alone
in the emergency ward.

But are you sure that afterwards,
nothing serious will happen?

What do you think will happen?

God, it's not impossible
that he'll come in after I'm done.

Marino, what do you mean?

Of course, if he comes in,
you'll refuse.

Hello? You hear me?

So, are we agreed?

Be before the door in thirty minutes.

He'll do the rest.

Did you wash your hands?

- It's like a dream.
- My hands? What does it matter?

Dear.
- Follow me.

Where is it?

This way.

Relax, it's quiet.

I can understand with such a wife,
one can't wait.

Lucky that I'm here.

Do you know Marino and I
have become friends?

Friends must help each other.

- This way.
- I'm afraid.

- Stay there.
- Let me in.

It's you.

You can go now.

Charlot, what are you doing?
Are you mad? Locking me in solitary?

Don't worry. When everything's fine,
I'll come and get you.

No fooling about.
- I'm risking a great deal, you know?

And behave yourself.

How was she?

I don't give a damn.

But you're a low-life
because we never agreed to this.

Anyway, when one is in my profession,
it doesn't matter, you see.

Isolina? Where are you?

What did that pervert do?

- I don't know.
- It was dark.

You don't know because it was dark?

Tell me what he did?

I don't know. I had half-fainted.

I swear I don't know
and I don't want to.

No? Well, try to find out.

Or I'm going to help you
recover your memory. Understand?

- Shut up.
- It was dark.

At first, I thought it was you.
Then I thought you must've agreed.

- Really?
- That you'd sent him.

We did agree
but in quite a different way.

First, you had to come with me and
after you had to absolutely refuse him.

Instead, you've done the opposite.

Good God. How could
you confuse him with me?

- It was dark.
- You already said that.

Not even in the dark, could you confuse
me with him. Not even in the dark.

I fought him.
I did everything I could.

He was stifling me
and I couldn't cry out.

He had covered my mouth.

Then I fainted and
so at least… saved face.

It wasn't your face you needed to save.
And then I don't believe you:

the confusion, the fainting,
all rubbish.

But I was like a corpse. A corpse.
And I thought only of you.

Really? Thinking about me
while having sex with him?

He told me that you were very good.

With a very eloquent gesture
he went like this. He did.

He went like that?

Perhaps he meant it as
a compliment to you. - Compliment?

He's a pig. And you're a whore.
And I'm a fool.

I'm expected to lie down there?
In the bed where he had you?

Never in a million years. Never.

You disgust me. And he disgusts me.

And I disgust myself too.
- And I paid for it.

I've endured everything I've endured
so I could finally be with you.

How could I know he was
going to do what he did?

What do you want from me?
I have no experience.

And I'm not an idiot.

Why not?

Blast it, I've messed up my hand.

Marino? What happened?

Marino, why are you on the ground?
- Nothing. I'm making a vow.

It's wonderful.
At last.

Wait, I must kiss the ground.

I'm never coming back here.

I salute you, Porto Felice.

Don't look.
- Where are we going?

That's far enough.
- Wait…

Now see.

All of my shoes.
- Nothing's missing.

- The complete collection.
- You see, I didn't forget.

Look what's here.

- The Raphaëls. There they are.
- How nice.

And the American brushes.

You're amazing.

Brushes too?

And the shoe polish.

- Follow me.
- Where?

Come with me.

We're going to the kitchen?
- To eat?

No… Here.

- You like it?
- How splendid.

- All in gold.
- Is it paid for?

Just the first instalment.
- What is this? A frozen room?

I wanted to unwrap it with you.

Shall we unwrap it? Let's do it.

I've been waiting for this moment.

Come here.

- Take this part off.
- Let's do that.

My love?

Look.

- I made you breakfast.
- How nice.

Sweet.

If you waited, I would've done it.

- I couldn't sleep.
- No? Why?

I woke up early
and I was thinking, thinking…

What were you thinking?

I was thinking of our future.

You were?
- We will be a normal couple.

You, the wife will wait for me
and I, the husband, will return.

Home, work. Work, home.

Who'll work?

Me, of course.

I even made up mind what to do.

Really? What?

Managing a shoe store.

- It's my vocation.
- That's nice.

I won't stop there.

- In two years, I'll start my own.
- Not bad.

In the shoe business,
you can make billions.

Exporting Italian shoes abroad.

In America, for example,

saying "Mocassino"
is like saying Fiat.

- It's a fine plan.
- I know.

Very nice.

- Now, to bed.
- What are you doing?

- Are you going back to bed?
- Of course I am.

- Aren't you starting?
- Tomorrow.

I must recoup the four years
I spent in prison.

Come with me, Isolina. Easy,
I want to open new horizons for you.

You? What do you want now?

- What happened to you?
- Nothing.

- Tell me what happened?
- Nothing. - Tell me.

An argument between friends.

Give me a wet rag.

I've tried hard,

but I can't find a normal job.

How they hurt you.
Does it hurt?

If I had asked for a job in a bank,
I could understand,

but I wanted to work in a shoe store.

They asked for references.

What was my last job?
What could I say?

- Who did this?
- It doesn't matter.

- Who?
- Let it go.

Who?

Them?

Fine, if you really must know,
it was them.

It was the only thing I had left.

Even they chased me away.

When you are out of circulation,

and for some time, you lose prestige.

The age of two-tone shoes is over.

How could I know that even
in the Lungotevere there are whores.

Incredible…

Even the fact of being married…

You can't do anything.
A handicap, as you're aware.

Then, I'll go back to work.
I'll re-open the kindergarten.

Wonderful. children all over the place?
Not even in your dreams.

You're my wife
and I'll take care of you.

Even if I have to fight against this
society which rejects me, by God.

But I will win out.

Home, work. Work, home.

10,000, please.

Payment in advance.

I'm taking them off or I'll lose them.

My God, my husband is here.

My God, he's discovered us.

I work in secret because
he wouldn't like it.

One moment.

If I may?

You wretch.
You whore. You pig.

Marino, be careful, alright?

It seems like you're hitting me
harder every night.

If I went easy, he'd figure it out.

Yes, but… with four or
five slaps every evening.

I'm getting a headache every night.

I'm sorry.
Come, my sweetheart.

He paid you in advance?

He gave me 9000
instead of 10000.

This is where
trusting people gets you.

- Else, I'd lose them.
- Really?

Come here, my dear, come.

Wait. What's the rush?

- Wait a moment.
- Why wait?

- There's no one here.
- All the better.

It's not better.

Wait a moment.

My name is Corrado. Don't move.

It's cold. I'm half frozen.

Meanwhile, that swine must
be at the nightclub, dead drunk.

Where are you going
to wreak havoc now?

See, he made me bet
30,000 on 71.

If it doesn't come out
next week, I'm ruined.

That redhead from
yesterday was a transvestite.

I thought so. Too over the top.

Is there more wood?

Have you seen Lame Maria?

She owes me 10,000 lire.

Dummy, you let her go.
- She had to go to the foot doctor.

Tonight we can't make a lira?

Blast it.

Who was that fellow?

What are you doing here?

You aren't at the race course?

What did you do?
- Do?

I did him.

But you kissed him after.
- I did?

I kissed him?
- On the mouth.

On the mouth?

You patted his chin, pulled his hair.

I patted him?

I didn't notice.

I noticed.

You don't like that?

What is this? An inspection?

He was a client.

Then why didn't you get paid?

He didn't have it, he'll pay tomorrow.

No. It was you who didn't want it.

Say…

you wouldn't be in love?

Tonight I got 40,000 lire.

Let it go.

It's not a question of money.

I don't care about the body at all.

But I do kissing.

And not the rest?

Yes, because that wouldn't
hurt my feelings.

Listen, Isolina,

I wouldn't want anything
bad to happen to you.

What could happen to me?

Tiziana was also a bold girl.

And I even warned her.

What does Tiziana
have to do with this?

Isolina, when I love,
I love for keeps.

If Tiziana hadn't fallen in love,
she wouldn't have come to a bad end.

Marino?

Then it was you?

I've already told you,

I'm the sentimental sort.