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you

Okay.

The men in Italy take all your clothes
off when they look at you.

They make you feel as naked as the day
you were born.

Well, don't they all?

No. I bet they'd have something to see
if they took yours off.

I prefer to undress myself just the
same.

They don't always know how to go about
it.

Men are so cheap. They make me sick.

Here's your change.

80.

90.

100 men.

No man has ever satisfied me.

I was left with a couple of bad choices.

Nymphomania or being a lesbian.

So what did you do?

I became Sweden's most hated journalist.

No.

Were you innocent until you fell for
Peter?

God, what a stupid question.

You were 18 or so.

In about three weeks, you'll find
yourself married to him.

Why should a young girl with no
experience in life want to get married?

So maybe you slept with one or two boys
at the most before you met Peter.

Life is more complicated than that,
little girl.

All I know is that I love Peter.

And that's enough for me.

You'll be his wife for two or three
years.

You'll tire of his amateur lovemaking
after a while.

You'll wonder how it would be with
someone else.

You'll see a man in the street and all
of a sudden you'll want to make love to

him.

After that, it's an obsession.

It's always on your mind.

And then you do it.

It's so easy.

I don't accept that.

I'm sure marriage isn't easy.

And many marriages don't work out. But
many of them do.

And mine is going to.

Why did you come with me on this trip?

Just to have a little fun before I get
married.

Just what do you mean, have a little
fun?

Fun? I don't know.

It sounds a bit silly after what you've
been saying.

Keep talking. Someone's watching.

Just outside there.

Keep talking.

Where?

Out there in front of the window.

If you close the curtain, he'll come.

They all act as though they're starved
for sex.

Oh, I don't know.

He could have come to offer us his
services.

Services? You mean... Just that.

Just what I said.

Thank you.

wonderful, but it's nice we can come
out.

You're so sexy.

You're much too good for Peter.

Oh, no.

Peter's wonderful.

Why did you use a man's name when you
write?

When I began to write, I was very
insecure.

I had no confidence, no drive.

And using a man's name gave me that
drive.

And then... And then George became a
person in his own right.

So now I can't just change names.

It's already established.

George gives you courage.

He's very useful to your writing style.

You either praise or you kill. George
kills, I mean.

And with such fine words, so
artistically, it's a real pleasure to

Anne, do you have any real principles?

Or do you kill for the pleasure of
killing?

Why don't we do something?

Shall we have a boat ride?

I thought you were going to ride.

This evening I will.

Why not hire a fishing boat?

Hmm? I think it would be fun.

Your friend's here.

He's the porter here.

I'll bet he comes around a lot.

Two single girls by themselves.

And Swedish.

I'm

not

so sure.

Is Walker home?

Of course not, stupid. The tourists are
here.

More young sluts like you down there who
are willing to pay for it also.

You can't make me jealous.

I'm the only one he goes to bed with,
and I'm the only one who can satisfy

Don't you ever look at yourself in the
mirror?

You're only useful for washing his
clothes and cooking his food.

Whose house does he go and... Sleeping.

Mine.

My brother, Marine.

You really hate Amos Matthew a lot,
don't you, Anne?

I'm trying to murder him.

It doesn't matter, though.

You could buy a dozen of his kind for
ten cents.

He's better off dead and buried.

He's useless.

Is that a reason to murder him?

Eve, which of those two do you want to
make love to?

Neither.

Why don't you forget Peter during your
holiday?

I couldn't do that.

Live a little.

Experience something unusual.

It could be a long while until you have
another chance.

Guess what I thought you wanted when we
planned this holiday, huh?

I thought you'd like to take a chance.

That you weren't sure 100 % that Peter
is really the man for you.

Oh, yes, I am.

He must be pretty sure about you,

letting you travel alone like this.

You mean you wouldn't be any protection?

No.

No, thanks.

I didn't realize we'd be gone for the
whole night.

Did you?

Are you scared?

Scared of what?

You might have to make love to one of
those sailors tonight.

Think about Peter.

I want to go home.

Huh? Home.

No, no.

Well, wait. for the dawn.

It's too risky to go home now. Too dark.

Better get some sleep tonight.

It's no use.

We'll never get anywhere trying to fight
with these men.

Well, what can we do?

They must take us home.

Thank you.

I love you.

Peter

Excuse me, do you mind if I intrude?

You were so kind as to offer me a glass
of wine.

And now I wonder if you could also let
me have a light.

Yes, of course.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Delhelm Braun.

Former kind.

Uh -huh.

May I sit with you a minute?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'm so grateful that you don't laugh or
make fun of me.

I am most grateful.

In the summertime, we have many tourists
here.

Many tourists.

Mostly Germans.

And also...

Many Scandinavians.

I wonder where you come from.

It doesn't really matter.

You didn't laugh when I came over.

I don't really know whether it was
because of good manners or because you

want to hurt the feelings of an old man.

Anyway, I appreciate it.

Yes, I was a German colonel.

I don't look like a colonel.

In 1944,

I came here as the commander of a
regiment of German troops.

With very special orders.

Tito's partisans were threatening us,
you see.

The breakup of Germany was near.

We were receiving orders from Berlin.

The orders were, everyone you see, you
kill.

You pursue, and you kill.

We had our headquarters in the school
building in the square.

And from there I sent the orders.

I was good. I followed my orders.

Of course, when I really started
thinking, I saw the absurdity of what I

doing.

But in spite of this, I didn't stop.

I continued following my orders.

We located an English radio set in a
cellar.

And no one, no one would tell me where
was the operator, where the radio came

from, or why.

As a punishment, I picked up 50 adults
and 50 children to be shot the next

day in retaliation.

I was about to give the order for the
execution when the orderly came in and

gave me a telegram.

Among the victims of the bombing of
Bremen were two children, my boys.

They thought, of course, that this
message would strengthen my hatred for

enemy and make me kill even more
furiously.

At that point, I canceled the execution.

I had come to realize the stupidity of
any kind of killing.

The German troops all capitulated to
Tito's guerrilla army.

It wasn't even an honorable
capitulation.

You're now looking at the former
commander of the 44th German Panzer

with orders to hold the peninsula of
peace.

Colonel Wilhelm Braun.

People are kind to me here.

I make some money now and then,

doing little things.

I keep the square and the schoolyard
neat.

I have a glass of wine every morning,

sometimes one in the evening.

You know I feel more complete as a man
now than I ever have.

Thank you for listening to me.

It was nice to talk to someone who has
never had anything to do with killing.

Excuse me and thank you.

For everything.

It's funny, you know, I never thought
I'd ever be unfaithful to Peter Now that

I've done it.

I think I want to do it again.

I Don't even know now if I want to marry
him Today I got a telegram

I love you Peter All women should go on
a trip like this before they get married

They must know what they're missing by
staying home all the time

Home of the husband may be all right,
but I can't see it.

No, thanks.

Not for me.

That hotel porter's funny.

He was sitting here with the telegram
when I came in. Just staring, doing

nothing. I thought... What?

You thought he'd try to make you?

Forget it.

What about this afternoon?

You don't want to take a boat ride, do
you?

I must try to get a hold of a Swedish
boy. Amos Matthew?

Nothing in this room.

There's nothing here either.

Do you think you might have failed?

I don't think so. He was shot to death.

Was that why you were in such a rush to
come down here?

I feel certain I killed him.

But I wasn't alone. I had many
accomplices.

There was nobody who killed him.

Yes, nobody cared.

His friends, his own people, what did
they do?

Nobody did a thing. They should
investigate.

I want some food.

Something good.

Come on.

I'd like to know something.

For years you've wanted to kill this
man, this Amos Matthew.

And now that you've done it, Amos
Matthew won't come back.

Then you get mad because they won't hold
a thorough investigation.

To me it means one thing.

That you killed for the sake of killing.

And you want the world to know you're a
murderess.

In a way, it was an obsession.

I thought he was mediocre, really.

A nobody.

You don't believe me.

It was as if I had a duty.

As if I had to kill him.

I found myself completely revolted by
him.

I had a lot to offer.

And he was nothing.

Here we are in a restaurant and you've
ordered some hot dogs. I thought you

wanted to find some good food.

This is just where you meet. You can't
make love here.

You have to go outside of town to find
the intimate hotels to have fun in.

Remember, I'm going home early tonight.

I'll come back later, if I find
something interesting.

Poor little thing.

Francesco.

Francesco. Yes.

I want to speak with you.

I love your films.

I've seen them all.

I'm a Swedish journalist.

are always so artistically clean.

You never speculate commercially when
you make a film.

My dear,

commercial films are always
speculations.

If you don't understand that, it's a
shame that you've chosen to be a film

critic.

You either speculate that the film will
be popular and will draw big crowds, or

that someone like yourself will like it
and praise it and label it an artistic

film and make it possible to get some
award in a festival.

But don't forget one thing.

A filmmaker exists for the public, not
for you.

The word you print on a thing in the
final analysis.

The public's alive. You're not.

Then you're more dependent on what the
so -called mass audience is thinking,

mean, than on what we think who
understand and interpret you?

You can't mean that.

No.

Understand me.

I would prefer that you would interpret
me in a way that the masses understand

me. I have written articles about you,
but I'm convinced that for the vast

public, it's just a lot of words they
don't understand.

You are the one director who must be
interpreted.

Your symbolic language... Excuse me.

I once made a film called The Sun.

During the last three minutes, the
camera shows a gutter with water pouring

it like a torrent.

It was a humorous little idea of
nothing.

But you interpreted it as a deep
fundamental symbolism so that the

distributors were afraid to let me put
another correct ending to the film.

You see?

Martin, I'm drinking to you.

Viva.

Yes, this company just refused to accept
the new ending.

Or exchange it for another one, which I
had also made, which was much more

suitable for this type of film.

All because of your interpretation, your
dead words.

Sometimes an artist, a film creator...
No, no.

Filmmaker.

I like that word much better.

I'd rather be a maker of films.

A creator is much more, infinitely more
important than someone who produces a

film.

Sometimes a filmmaker doesn't know his
own intentions.

When you made that rainwater picture, it
must have meant something to you, and

you didn't want to admit it later.

When we saw that picture, we understood
what it was you wanted to express.

We understood the significance.

Oh, yes.

By the way, it was a marvelous symbolism
in just that scene that... You film

critics live in a world of your own.

And, of course, you can interpret any
way you like.

It might just as well have been blank,
that scene.

You would still have interpreted it from
your own personal point of view.

May I? Thank you, dear.

You will do that, always.

You will continue to interpret it all.
Mark what I'm saying.

Because you insist on seeing
significance in mystery where I only

and you miss the target entirely.

We who analyze films are free.

We know you and understand you, even if
you don't yourself, if I may say so.

We can see things.

We can see what you mean, even when your
conscious mind is somewhere else. That

sequence meant literally nothing.

But you had to prove how smart you are.
There was no significance whatsoever.

Well, perhaps.

It doesn't have for you, although I
doubt it.

But for the public, it has. No.

People don't look at films like critics
do.

There is no similarity between what
you've written and what I intended.

It goes right over the heads of most of
your readers.

And I think that's wonderful.

It's marvelous.

The masses have more sense than you.

The intelligent part of the audience
walked out on that film. They had had

enough rainwater. They were right, too.
I agreed with them.

I agreed completely.

But you, you had to make an
interpretation, a scientific analysis,

profound statements about art.

You just don't understand what I'm
talking about even now, do you?

You'll go on interpreting things to show
what a smart critic you are, how

brilliant you are to the public.

You've seen all my films.

Have you ever seen a funny scene in one?

Have you ever laughed? or even smiled.

I don't think so.

I don't believe you ever have.

I'm not capable of creating comedy
scenes.

That's my one real desire to have an
audience laugh.

To watch the public lose its cares.

I'll probably never make a funny picture
because I wouldn't know how to do it.

But if I did, you'd misinterpret it.

You have my appreciation and gratitude
for being here.

I thank you for the help you give me.

Yes. But all the same, with complete
honesty,

I must frankly say I'm disgusted at your
assinenity, your stupid little film

interpretations.

But that won't stop you, I know that.

You'll keep on.

And the next time at Cannes or Venice
when you interpret my work, I know

praise it.

You'll write brilliantly.

in spite of the fact that you've been
unable to understand the film at all.

And I will profit by your praise, and in
public, conceal my contempt for you and

your kind.

Goodbye.

Mm -mm.

The last one he made love to was me.

It's filthy to see a lovely woman become
involved with a society whore. She's

not a whore. Oh, yes, she is. You don't
stop being a whore just because you get

married when you're too old to work in
the streets.

She's nothing but a dried -up old
streetwalker, and you choose that to get

by. It's my life. I don't care whether
you like it or not.

It's wonderful.

Better than a man. The way she touched
my breath. Eva, for God's sake!

Can you handle me too?

Well, how about it?

I knew you were here.

I'd like to try him too.

That is, if he has enough strength left
after you've pumped him dry.

you

Okay.

Who died?

Was it Walter?

Your brother?

Yeah, Walter.

Poor Walter.

How did he die?

He was sick only two days, and he just
died.

Oh, it's very strange.

We made love only two days.

Walter.

How is it that every single thing in my
existence turns to death?

Wait here. I'll come back after you.

I'll be free at 2 o 'clock.

Why all the time?

Was he the best you had?

Now, Amos Matthew was the best I ever
had.

Well, you sure have a funny way of
thanking him for doing a good job.

We were together for two years.

We were perfect together sexually.

It was wonderful.

Something marvelous happened every time
we were in bed together.

Since then, I never had anything like
it.

And I really tried to make it a home.

But he didn't want what I offered him.
He was too much of a man.

I wrote that he was an up -and -coming
film director.

Now I only want to destroy him.

Why did you turn against him?

Because he insulted me.

At least I thought for a long time he
had.

I found out later he hadn't.

I'm four years older than Amos.

And one day, a girlfriend of mine came
to me and said that Amos had said in

public that I was a washed -up old hag.

I have not spoken to him since.

But I've done everything in my power to
destroy his career and him.

I purposely became the lover of a
reporter on one of the big newspapers.

He got me a job writing.

And between us, we set out to
assassinate Amos Vance.

Oh, how marvelous it was to watch.

Poor Amos almost went crazy over it.

But he survived it.

Oh, yes, he survived the fault of fate.
We brought others into the plot and

formed a clue.

Every time one of his films opened, we
would go to the theater dressed for a

funeral. After a while, the producers
started to get scared and we were very

happy. Then I found out that my
girlfriend had lied, that Amos hadn't

me at all.

Quite the contrary.

She was in love with him herself.

Clever girl.

Anyway, by that time it was too late. I
didn't know what to do.

The whole thing was too far advanced to
stop it. The group we had formed had

found someone to destroy.

Someone they had to kill to show their
own power.

We kept writing bad reviews of his work.
I wrote one.

Amos Matthew should realize that his
films are outdated, his style

Goodbye, Amos.

I think now Amos must have laughed at my
clever reviews, but... We don't confine

ourselves only to his professional
activities, no.

We attack even his personal life.

Things that have nothing to do with his
filmmaking.

We do everything we can to ruin his
reputation, to destroy his nerves and to

kill him.

But Cleek has decided to kill Amos.

And that's the way it is.

There's no way out for him.

And you can't stop this childish game.

No.

But now you know the best lover I had
was...

Oh, damn it.

What rotten nothings we are. He
committed suicide.

What else could he have done?

We hounded him until he couldn't take it
any longer.

Amos never even had a chance.

He starred the new film.

After he finished it, word must have
gotten out.

The group, all of us, were going to pan
it.

It was simple. Some of us saw it as a
sacred duty.

The clique had its plans all made out.

Amos Matthew was passing.

End of career.

He called his film... He called the film
The Emperor's New Clothes.

I'd like you all to sing a song in
homage to my friend who believed in this

beautiful song.

My friend isn't here now.

He's in Sweden, but maybe he'll hear it.

Thank you.

Oh, that was so beautifully sentimental.

Did it help your journalistic
conscience?

Singing about him isn't going to change
things for old dead Amos. You'll have to

do more than that.

Oh, no, Anne. If you think that you can
just go home now with no regrets and

resume life and forget Amos Matthew,
you'll have to think again.

You murdered him. And I just hope that
you suffer as much as Amos Matthew did.

And that bunch of hopeless morons,
people that you call your friends, are

to have to have a new victim.

Someone else to pull apart. Someone they
can torture.

Oh, yes, you'll find someone else in the
store. I'm sure Amos wasn't the first

and won't be the last.

So don't try acting sentimental about
it. Don't try to get me to believe that

you have a conscience.

Thank you.

Thanks for saying it.

I've had affairs with many men on this
vacation.

And they taught me a whole lot.

And thanks to the pill, I won't have to
worry about anything when I go back

home.

I can go back to Sweden. It's fresh and
untouched as when I came here.

I came here to get myself a tan.

I figured my white bridal gown would
look even better on me that way.

The myrtle wreath I wear will feel like
a halo when I walk at Peter's side.

And Peter will be so cautious on our
wedding night.

And I'll be everything he's ever dreamed
of.

And Peter will never know how many men
I've had.

Or how much I enjoyed it.

I guess I'll compare things.

But he won't know about it.

And a little while we'll have some
children.

What's happened here will be erased. and
forgotten.

I'll be a wonderful wife. And a
wonderful mother, too.

Yes. I'll just be a wonderful person.

I suppose, in a way, that I'm being
rather false and hypocritical, though I

could never be as false as you are, with
your phony self -pity.

I guess I don't have the intellect.

That's why you have to be so cynical, I
suppose.

When the papers announce our wedding
date, I guess you'll write an article.

Something wishy and clever.

Of course, we're not really fair game
for you. So I thought maybe a scoff and

shrug would do it.

Drink up.

Cheers.

Hey.

Signora.

Going very far?

You want to go along?

We've got a little company.

There you go.

So what are you staring at?

My new girl.

What are you going to do if you win?

That's not going to help you.

Read them a little.

I won you.

So you and I'll have a little bumpity
-boom.

Excuse me, do you mind?

Excuse me, Francesco.

You remember me?

Yes, of course.

I always remember a pretty face.

I've read your interview.

Your contempt for people must be without
limits.

Care for a drink?

Thank you.

Two can vary, but with tonic water.

About my contempt, as you say, I'm
guilty.

But I have contempt for myself.

Do you have someone, I mean a person who
would put your welfare over his, about

a minute's hesitation, and sacrifice
because of you?

Would you do it yourself?

I don't think so.

The world in which you and I both live
and work makes it easy for us to

understand the value people attach to
their own profit -making.

The incredible ego of modern man.

An animal kills to avoid being killed
and eaten, but man is different.

Man kills for power, as you do.
Prestige.

For prestige and power.

Oh, yes.

You kill someone because you have sort
of a mad desire to show your power.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So prestige means more to you than all
your other feelings put together.

And that's what my latest film is about.

It's a portrait of life today.

Luxurious but completely false.

A symbolically told history of modern
hypocrisy.

Film can be as subtle and delicate as a
woman can.

Yes.

That's in my film also. The Fair Sex.

Your impudence.

My heroine in the beginning is pure.
She's pure and she's modest.

But she is seduced by the world of film
and its filth.

She becomes insecure, afraid, goes off a
deep end. But her cynical girlfriend

manages quite well.

Maybe people will get a few laughs from
it.

But it won't be a normal, healthy laugh.

No, they won't see themselves.

No.

No, it'll be something nasty.

The film is named The Emperor's New
Clothes. It's going to be shown the last

evening.

I hope that you will have an opportunity
to see it.

The Emperor's New Clothes.

There's a brand new Swedish film of the
same name.

I know.

It's being shown too, but I'm sure it's
not an official entry.

Sales purposes only.

I forced the owners to pick a new title
for Italy.

There is only one emperor.

One only.

And that emperor is standing here.

Now you may understand about my contempt
for myself.

Because I'm human.

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

All women should go on a trip like this
before they get married to know what

they're missing later.

Institution of holy matrimony.

Just a sweet young virgin.

Yes, and I think they've viewed each
other so well.

Thanks for the pill, I don't have to
worry.

I can go back as fresh and pure as when
I left.

Just as fresh and pure as when I left.

This union is holy.

Holy is this alliance and holy are its
purposes.

A real spring brag.

Through truthfulness and frankness, they
must win and keep each other's

confidence and live together in harmony
forever.

He'll never know how many men I've had
or how much I enjoyed it.

Of course, I'll make comparisons, but he
won't know.

The myrtle wreath I wear will feel like
a halo when I walk at Peter's side.

It is the duty of a husband and wife to
honor and love each other.

It is a sacred duty.

I'm sure I'll make a good wife and a
good mother.

I'll just be a wonderful woman.

A duty which some take lightly, but a
sacred duty

nevertheless. You may say.

I'm being hypocritical.

Such a lovely bride.

was the ending.

Have you observed how hypocrisy always
wins?

We don't even have to think about
interpretation.

Everything is clear as a bell.

What did you think? You know all about
films.

You know, I think the happy ending is so
beautiful. People will love it.

Romance is on its way back again. You
know?

I've already sold it to two countries.

Of course, it's South America and
Germany, but what do you want?

Business is so very hard nowadays. You
don't get anything for nothing.

Of course, it's very good publicity that
he just died.

Who died?

The director.

He died just after having finished the
film.

Of course, we mustn't emphasize the
suicide aspect.

I'm awful.

It was lovely seeing you. Goodbye.

Bye, goodbye.

It wasn't suicide.

It was murder.

We were a small group that killed him.

You're lucky because you will never be
punished.

Bye.

Brilliant. Fantastically directed and
performed.

Indescribable. Brilliant camera work.

It's a very aware film.

A symbol of the relief felt afterward by
the perpetrator of a compulsive act. He

has more culture, which makes the story
go deeper. Brilliant is the word for

Francesco. Affectionate pastiche,
diabolical entertainment.

Fantastic witchcraft. The people are
exceptional, the love exceptional.

It provides a comic counterpoint to a
motley crew of lovers.

So society -oriented and at the same
time so detached from the world.

Okay.

Mm -mm.