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We'll leave for Rome tomorrow.

Give me two days.

I'll wait for you.

Ooh.

Stephen, why do you want to stay with me?

I'm making you unhappy.

I love you.

I love you the way you are.

I'm going to call Pierre.

Do you want me to come in?

Yes, we can have tea. Fill up the tank first, would you?

Okay.

Yes, we're on our way.

Do I have very far to go?

A couple of hours.

Did you call Piero?

What did he say?

He said he was expecting us yesterday.

Piero doesn't change.

He just gave me the schedule.

In the morning we discuss the script until one o 'clock and start working

at five until eight.

But then he doesn't finish. At 9 .30 there's a general assembly for wives and

friends and we all go off to a restaurant.

It'll be like that every evening, just like on the last film.

But not every evening.

No, not every evening.

Your wife is lovely.

Why are you unfaithful to her?

Because she's unfaithful to me.

Welcome.

Here are the keys.

Thank you. I'm sorry, the bill you had last year, just not available.

No matter, it'll be fine.

Give you a hand.

Stefan, it's beautiful.

Stefan!

Stefan?

It is so romantic.

Well, I read it in El Piero's advice.

You've just crossed the Tiber. It's very convenient. I have to go back and forth

twice a day.

You look like one of those women painted on Greek vases.

You have the body of a dance at the court of King Agamemnon.

Well, dancing through the pantry.

I've reached you.

In ancient times, dancers were often forbidden to make love.

So they would dance commemorations of myths.

They were lascivious, violent, ecstatic.

They climaxed in ritual orgies.

I've been thinking about it for several days.

It concerns you and me and Paolo as well.

I don't know how to say it.

We have to come to an agreement.

What kind of agreement?

I'll tell you.

Every Friday I must be able to go to Paolo's and stay there till Sunday.

That way I will spend five days with you.

And two days with him.

Your happiness is the important thing.

Then can we begin the day after tomorrow?

All right.

Alina!

I'm going now.

Nice to see you again.

Nice to see you.

How's it going?

Fine. It's the last day.

You're gonna love this project step and I tell you the minute I read about the

case I was hooked The mother manages the shop now that her husband came

Morning morning.

Well, this is my co -writer.

Hello, if you'd like to meet her the star is in there

This is Sarah.

As I told you, I've been thinking of her as a character in the picture.

My father prostituted her, but not in a strictly physical sense.

The man would be left alone with her in this room.

They would look at her and match her pain.

It was a big scandal.

You know what, Stefano?

It brings a magical touch to the picture.

Now, Sarah, we'd like to hear your talk a little.

Tell us what you're thinking, your hopes.

Your dream.

Tell us all about yourself.

Just whatever comes into your head.

It's here isn't it?

Yes.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I wish you weren't so upset.

I'm not upset.

Yes, you are.

This is only the first Friday and you're already making a fuss.

You keep promising, promising.

And then?

It's not fair.

Didn't we have an agreement?

Yes, I know we had an agreement.

But I thought I could get used to the idea that you're going off with another

man.

I commanded myself not to suffer, but I find that I am suffering.

I know I should go off somewhere instead of having to see you leave.

But I think if I did, I'd kill somebody.

You're jealous and you want to make me feel guilty. You can at least admit it.

I'm jealous because you love him the way you and I love each other.

Because you go for walks hand in hand along the beach.

I'm more jealous than if I saw you in his arms.

And what makes me suffer is the thought that you and he...

Act together the way you and I act.

Where did you get that dress?

Neil Powell gave it to me.

I'm going.

Ciao, Stefan.

Goodbye, darling.

Why don't you go to Piero's? Why stay home by yourself?

At least you'd have company at dinner.

I'm not hungry, and I don't feel like it. And God knows what he'd think,

me without you.

Didn't you tell him that I spent every weekend with my mother?

That's why we borrowed his car?

Yes, I told him, but he'd only want to talk about the script, and that's even

more depressing.

Why don't you go see Luisa?

She'd keep you company.

You might even make love. You always said she's better than I am.

She's good in bed, but I don't want to.

It's only two days.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Double whiskey now.

You were wonderful.

Oh, compliments.

You are doubly fortunate with all your talent on the keyboard and such a

beautiful wife as well.

Thank you.

Who did you come up with that interpretation?

It's terrific.

I'm mad.

This way.

Alina, will you take Stefan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love and

cherish, honour and protect, in sickness and in health, renouncing all others to

cleave only unto him, as long as you both shall live?

Ciao.

So, how was your Friday night?

We stayed home and some people came by.

Were there many people?

Yeah. How many?

I don't know.

And you were with him?

Of course.

Everybody took me for his wife.

What did you say when they took you for his wife?

What do you think?

I let them believe it.

Then what did you do?

Afterwards, nothing.

People stay till dawn, and after they left, we walked on the beach.

It was so beautiful.

The dawn was just about to break, and I was drunk on champagne.

Paolo took me in his arms.

What did you do yesterday evening?

I was drunk as well, but I was alone. I spent the evening thinking about you.

You didn't go to Louisa's?

No, I didn't feel like it.

I didn't even phone her.

You're too perfect.

Thank you.

Not on the door

I never played much with my classmates.

I mean, to me dolls were for baby girls.

I'd spend hours at the mirror trying out eyeshadow, lipstick and stuff like

that. And I'd stick rolled up socks under my t -shirt.

Wait a minute.

Go on.

I'd make my hair look real super and hack a skirt up real short. And when

had left for the store, I'd go downtown and walk around.

What made you do all this?

Huh? Why?

Weren't there any boys around your age?

I was interested in grown -up men. Like, you know, I wanted to be stared at with

lust. When a man looked me up and down, it made me feel really good. I hated to

be ignored. I would get grumpy and moody and have the worst thoughts. But I

don't think that as a person I'm abnormal.

Now that it's all in the past, I feel like I was just sick for a long time.

It's called growing up.

What did you do today?

I went with a prostitute.

Where?

By the road, in a field.

Did you enjoy it?

What was her name?

Who?

That girl.

I didn't bother to ask.

I've never actually made love.

I don't really know how.

But everybody talks about it. That's all you hear.

It scares me a little.

I'll do it when I'm grown up.

What is it, Thief?

When your wife goes away, we can't get any work done.

We'll come back to it tomorrow.

See you Sunday evening.

See you Sunday evening.

Another whiskey.

Hello? Hello.

I'd like to speak to Alina.

May I ask who's calling?

Her husband.

Yes. Immediately.

Alina?

Yes?

It's for you.

Me? Who is it?

Your head.

Stephanie, is that you?

Where are you?

At home?

See me. I just got here.

But if it's important, I'll be right there.

It's important.

Wait for me, then.

I'll be back, then.

I have a strange sensation.

What?

It's like you are the lover and he is the husband.

Is that because something happened? Something you weren't expecting?

Yes.

What do you make of it?

Nothing.

So what was the important thing you had to say to me?

I don't want to suffer for a whim.

Do you love me that much?

Or else you're joking.

No, I'm not joking.

But I've heard too much of myself, Alina.

You can't expect me to go on bearing these Friday evenings.

Your long preparations in the bathroom are an agony.

And when you come back on Sundays, your stories about what you have done, what

you haven't done.

But we agreed we would tell each other everything, without hiding anything,

coming.

Agreements can be changed.

From now on, you can see your lover whenever you want.

But just don't tell me about it.

So you would rather have one of those classic middle -class adultery when the

husband wants to be deceived and the wife is an affectionate hypocrite.

I live with you five days out of Devon.

And that should tell you that I still love you.

Otherwise, I'd have left you.

Then what do you think he would say? I don't know.

And I don't want to know.

Everything will be fine. Why don't you go home now?

I'll see you on Sunday and we'll talk it over more calmly.

I won't be there on Sunday.

I'll stay over at Louisa's.

Louisa's. Good idea.

I could have a hundred lovers.

I could go away for months and you wouldn't care.

Stop this.

Do you want to make a scene? Come over, you love's hand. What's wrong?

What's wrong?

You're a fucking whore, that's what's wrong.

I didn't come here to be insulted.

Ciao.

But Alina... I'm unhappy.

Me too.

So?

Jesus!

You don't have to whisper. The children are at their father's.

Tell me, what happened to you?

Alina says to say hello.

How is she, all right?

Well, she's never been better.

With other women, I feel a different pleasure.

Something more straightforward and genuine.

But with Alina, it's the opposite.

The only pleasure I feel is when I'm giving her pleasure.

I love her desperately.

But I don't desire her.

Or at least I desire her less than I love her.

When I think about her, I don't remember the physical details.

Only the aura she emanates.

She often walks around the house naked.

And no matter how hard I try, I don't feel anything physical.

Can't you love her less?

A woman wants to feel desired.

Alina's young.

She still lives through her body.

If you go on like this, you're going to lose her.

Yes, I feel she's slipping away from me.

Every Sunday evening when she comes home, I feel she's more distant, more

remote, which forces me to cling to my morbid fixations, my

old habits.

For her, love and desire are the same thing.

Does she love you?

Yes, but she has to be unfaithful to me.

I live in a desperate fear that she'll leave me.

And that fear is the reason I go to bed with other women.

Including me.

It's something only death will end.

Either hers or mine.

Alina! Alina!

When did you get here?

Why did you come back early?

Something happened, Stefan.

That overwhelmed us both.

So we decided I would leave ahead of time so both of us can think about it.

I don't understand.

What happened? Something bad?

Something new, I'd say.

New? How?

Something that had never happened and we hadn't imagined could happen.

What is it?

No, I can't tell you.

It's just that with him I felt something I've never felt with anyone else.

Well, not even with me.

Least of all with you.

But I don't want to talk about it, I'm sorry.

All I can tell you is that for both of us it was like exploring an unknown

It was a discovery and it shocked us both.

A discovery?

What on earth could it be?

There are some things you just can't understand.

You want to explain everything, define everything, make everything clear and

un... Certain, but everything is not clear.

Not certain.

Obscure. What is it? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?

No, I can't. I can't. It's between me and him.

I can't.

If you promised you won't make your usual intelligent comment, I could tell

about it.

I promise. I won't say a word.

Tell me what happened.

He hit me.

He hit you?

Yes, he hit me.

And you want to go and seen him, nevertheless?

See?

You just don't understand.

That's it. I'm not saying another word to you.

I'm sorry. That was stupid of me. I won't say any other.

Tell me more.

It was all your fault.

My fault?

What I meant is it all happened because of you.

Here's the story.

When you called me last night from the bar, Mimosa, I have just arrived.

He wanted to make love immediately, but I didn't much want to.

For a while now, I haven't been enjoying myself all that much.

So when he starts that back and forth inside me, he goes on and on, my mind

begins to wander and think of other things.

So I was happy that you called me and glad to see you at the bar.

I really did have the impression that the roles had been reversed.

That you were the lover and he was the husband.

Well, when I went back into the villa and came into the living room,

I didn't realize that in his furious impatience he was hiding behind the

waiting for me.

All of a sudden he came up behind me and threw me on the bed.

He put a hand over my face, pressing down with all his strength.

It was like he wanted to smother me.

Blind me.

Meanwhile, he shoved his other hand up between my legs and grabbed me as if he

wanted to rip my sex out.

And he did this with merciless violence.

Something absolutely new for him.

And then I really don't understand what happened.

Instead of biting him, scratching him, or giving him a kick in the stomach as

any other woman would have done in my place, I started to kiss his hand.

That hand that was pressing my head down on the cushion.

I kissed his finger.

And you know why?

Because I felt with absolute certainty.

That this man loved me.

With real love.

And this was the first time since we've known each other.

I imagine that he must have had the same sensation that you loved him with real

love.

He did. He told me that next day.

He also was ashamed of his violence and he apologized.

He threw himself at my feet, begging, forgive me, promising he would never do

again.

I was ashamed of that too, but not as much as he was.

I was the victim of his violence and he couldn't imagine I had liked it.

Though we both...

swore it would be the first and the last time.

In fact, that night, he was so tender and gentle, I could hardly believe that

was the same man who had been brutal and cruel just a little bit earlier.

And what about today? What happened that made you come back a day early?

Ravel.

Ravel?

That's right.

We spent the day quietly, calmly, convinced we would never make love again

that violent way.

But not long before supper, he sits down at the piano and starts playing that

monad in a sort of oriental piece.

Those were the same hands that had been playing before, light, delicate,

sensitive.

Now they seem to be made of iron.

So in other words, he gave you a good spanking.

Yes, that's the word I know.

It sounds sort of comical.

It gives no idea of the sensation I was feeling.

And what sensation was that?

It was an emotion.

At first there was pain, like I said, as if his hands were made of iron.

But then the pain, I don't know how, turned into a sweet warmth that moved

the base of my spine up to my cheeks.

What about the emotion?

The emotion is something I can't describe.

It was a feeling of love.

And you can't describe love. You have to experience it.

If you experienced it, you ought to be able to describe it.

I don't know.

A feeling of submitting, obedience, repentance.

And you call this love?

You've simply discovered masochism and he's discovered sadism.

There you go with your definition.

You don't understand certain things, so you fall back on big words that don't

have any meaning.

You're nothing but an intellectual.

Too many books.

And what is it, according to you?

Everything.

Yesterday you called me whore.

And that was love, according to me.

Sadism and masochism among sexual perversions occupy a special place.

Had they exceed the usual level of perversion, the active and the passive

tendencies that make up their complementary but opposing natures are

elements in the sexual life.

These words are not without meaning.

They supply the name of your so -called discovery.

And that name is Thedo Massacre.

Then explain something to me.

Why, after this perversion, as you call it, did we make love so well?

I felt such a tenderness and affection for him that I kissed his hand.

And if you must know, his feet too.

You kissed his feet?

Yes.

I kissed his feet like a grateful slave.

And why did you come back?

I felt the need to think it all over.

And to confide.

I thought I'd stay here and spend Sunday with you, but you disappointed me.

So I've changed my mind.

I'm going back to him.

For that matter, maybe it's best to forget about the agreement.

As you suggested, we won't tell each other anything.

Enjoy your book.

Elena!

Stop. I don't want this.

I don't want you to go.

No, wait.

First I want you to promise me something.

What?

That we'll always be together.

I promise.

Hello?

Yes.

I'll put him on.

For you.

For a drink?

I wanted to tell you I love you.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing here? Where is Piero?

After your call, I just wanted to see you.

Why? To see who you are.

I'm fine.

Today's Paolo's birthday.

Do you talk to him about me?

No, I don't talk to him about you.

I've got to go. He's in a hurry to get home.

To make love, I suppose.

I don't know.

When was the last time you and I made love?

Two weeks ago.

I'm sure he doesn't want to do it right now.

Why not?

It's impossible. He's waiting for me.

Didn't you say you thought of him as the husband of Mr.

Larkin? So?

So, cheat on him.

What if he sees us?

Nothing.

Have you seen my husband?

I haven't seen him since this morning.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Ciao,

Luisa.

Is Devin here?

No. Come in.

You want something?

Nothing.

What's happened?

Can't find him.

Did you fight?

Yesterday, but nothing serious.

He's always so tense and nervous.

And I'm so happy on Sunday coming back to him and telling him everything.

I know Stefan's not well.

He's suffering because of the agreement we made.

But he still says he loves me even if I'm unfaithful to him.

I understand him.

Alina, what's the real reason why you're unfaithful to Stefan?

I need to make love, Louisa. That's the way I am. There's nothing I can do about

it. But Stefan's different.

He's pure like a child.

That's why you don't understand him.

Very few people love the way he does.

I know.

Maybe you don't appreciate him enough.

You have to give up something to have something that's better.

That will last your whole life.

Why don't you have a baby?

I can't have children.

Where have you been?

I wanted to go away. I don't know where, because I haven't managed it.

I wanted to be independent of your life, to do something I could tell you about

afterward.

But instead, here I am like an idiot waiting for you.

I couldn't do without your returning.

The sound of the gravel under the wheels of your car, the engine cutting off,

the door slamming.

Your footsteps on the stairs.

You may have thought that it was your going away that caused me most distress.

But it's your returning that terrified me.

That and the desire to know more.

And the increased desire to want to follow you, to spy on you.

Because I found that...

What you tell me no longer satisfies me.

He killed her because in all those months she had asked

only that of him.

She had said it in a hundred different ways, teasing him until he finally

understood.

He couldn't refuse her that final proof of love.

What does it mean?

Nero wants to celebrate the conclusion of the script. He has invited us on a

trip to Bolsena.

He asked me about you.

How low?

What did he ask?

If you're good in making love.

And what did you tell him?

The truth.

It's the greatest place for the carpenter scene. Where did you see it?

the bungalow?

Ah, that's over there, behind those palm trees.

Why don't we shoot the whole film here?

Spend the summer marooned on the island.

Alina, Tim Barberman, eat your hot dog!

Mid -summer night, near us.

Rally to play, 21st century.

There he is.

What's that?

The baronial estate.

Home of the island's former overlord. Are you going to shoot there?

And I'd sure like to.

Guess what?

I shared with Piero my first sexual experience. He said I'm great.

He promised that I was going to play the protagonist in the film.

Now wait!

Am I nice?

Thank you.

What's that?

Oh, it's nothing. I just slipped in the shower.

That's not true.

He did it.

Yes. It wasn't there yesterday.

When did he do it?

Last night.

You and he made love in this house last night.

Oh, don't get started.

No. Not in this house.

Where?

Where? In the garden.

You and I made love. No, you made love. I didn't.

So I felt nervous, and I get up and I saw Paolo outside the window.

When we made love, I felt sensation so strong that I almost fainted.

That was, I think, our best time.

But first he made me turn over. That's enough!

I don't want to hear anymore!

She was the one who insisted.

Stefan.

I'm going now.

Ciao.

I'll be back Sunday, and we'll make love.

Stop pulling the long face.

You know I love you.

Hello, Stefan.

What happened? I'm sitting here waiting for you. I'm very sorry. I'm not coming.

Why not?

I'm not even able to be unfaithful to her anymore.

You go home tomorrow!

You spent five days with him anyway!

YOU LIE!

We broke up.

Last night, he hit me again, and I couldn't bear it.

Like love, hate is something I'd feel immediately.

Are you sure it's all over?

I'll never see him again.

I was there last night.

I saw you.

You scared me.

You wanted to kill me.

Yes, I wanted to kill you.

But when I saw you, I didn't have the strength to do it.

Paolo and I explore all the forbidden areas of love and without realizing it

entered the area of hate.

I don't want you to suffer anymore.