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-Ah, there he is. - Good morning.

Sorry for my delay.

How are you? ls everyone here?

- Yes, everyone is here. - Let's go in.

- Who is that tribune? - Macarius Califanus Urbanus.

What is the reason for this gathering of people?

- He has just returned to Rome. - But not for long, just for a week.

- He must return to Gaul as soon as possible. - How proud and splendid he looks.

- He is looking at us. - I don't think he likes you.

Let's go.

Thank you.

If there is anyone amongst you who has not yet mastered the art of love,

then read my poem.

And with this experience may he discover new love.

Sounds promising, doesn't it?

Not I, Apollo, will lie by saying that you inspire me.

What I have to share did not come to me from the singing of a bird.

It is pure experience, so listen to the teacher,

'cause what I am saying is the truth.

And you, Mother of Love

give your favour to what I am trying to teach.

Away with ribbons and scarves that, for prudishness, cover even the foot.

I speak of certain loves and legitimate thefts,

no crime will be committed by my speech.

The first task that you must undertake, new soldier of love,

is to seek the one that you want to love.

Then try with your requests to bend her to your will.

Finally make sure that your love can last a long time!

These are the limits that I set,

this is the field that my chariot will plough,

this is the goal that my burning wheels will graze.

As long as you are allowed,

and wherever you can go freely with unrestrained reins

choose the woman to whom you can say:

“Only you I like."

She will not fall from heaven at your feet.

You'll have to look for her, with your eyes.

The hunter knows where to set the net for the deer.

And he who casts the line knows the water in which the fish swim.

Come.

Cornelius!

"Cor... Cor... Cornelius"

Cornelius!

Cornelius?

Did someone just call Cornelius?

It's our Telefo. It's crazy, he doesn't know what he's saying.

It seems that way to me, too.

Ma... Macarius! Maca...

Do you hear? Our good old Telefo is cured now.

Yes. When it sees your sword, it always return to its senses.

Here, don't get cold.

I dreamed that Parilius burned in his bronze furnace.

It was just a nightmare.

You need to get out of the house more often. Take walks in nature.

Breathe fresh air.

May the gods protect you, my love.

And be good to my mother.

Of course, my love. We both get along very well.

Clio!

Farewell.

Two Cs, Claudia and Clio.

I never noticed that before.

Oh! Good morning!

Stop it! Stop that!

Come here.

What a beautiful soldier!

Come here. Come!

First of all, let's take off this ugly helmet.

My handsome little boy.

Please be good to my wife, Mum.

Don't worry, we spin our wool in perfect harmony.

My little darling.

And please, look after Telefo. Its memory is still very good.

- It could be of use to us. - Yes, don't worry.

A soldier's destiny is that he does not know when he will come back.

Such is my destiny.

And the fate of the humble matrons is to wait and wait.

There, that is my fate.

May the gods be with you, Mother.

May the gods be with you.

Farewell.

Farewell.

The Master has instructed his mother to keep an eye on Telefo.

That bird is completely mad.

Yes? I've had enough now!

Macarius! Macarius!

Macarius! Mac...

Mac... Macaw... Ma...

Enough, you spy!

- We'll say it wasn't our fault. - Yes, the cat opened the cage.

And then a hawk caught him.

A few feathers.

That's all that's left of Telefo.

These birds make a lot of noise but they're dumb, like chickens.

- Sepora! - Oh! Priapus!

The Matron is calling me.

Sepora!

Yes, I'm coming, Mistress!

Ah! Thief! Rascal!

Sepora! My wig! Sepora!

Thief! Rascal! Scoundrel!

I'm here Mistress!

- Rufus. - I'm coming, Mistress.

- Rufus, whose bird is that? - That's our neighbour's parrot.

Hey!

Don't hurt him, please!

It's a gift from Macarius Urbanus to his wife!

Leave it be!

He belongs to your friend.

No Laurentius! I beg you!

Leave it alone! He hasn't done anything to you!

- Shut up'. - No! No Laurentius!

Damn heathen beast! I'll cut off your head and your tail!

How dare you!

You damn cow, in my house!

This is a disgrace! Here, in the House of Eagles!

Do you understand? Eagles! Just wait!

You dirty bitch! You asked for this!

Get in there!

In!

You cry?

I will teach you to bark as well!

Macarius Urbanus is going to know!

Oh sure! Sure! We do know a few things about him. He writes poems.

And he eats maybe three times a week.

- A poet! - Poor guy!

- He must be freezing at night. - These students know all too well how to warm themselves.

- He always look feverish. - I wonder what you see in this Cornelius.

- He's not handsome, he's not rich. - May be. But I like him. I love him.

He lives in a cramped, freezing hole that he proudly calls his house.

Besides, these students can't keep their mouths shut, and that is annoying.

You who are looking for a woman, for a long period of love,

choose first of all the places where you will find women in abundance.

Rome can offer you so many and varied women

that you can say that all that is beautiful in the world is gathered here.

In summer, when the days are hot,

take a walk under the porticoes of Pompeo.

There you will admire ancient paintings.

Go and see the Danaids, and their father standing up holding a sword,

as they are planning the death of their cousins.

Don't forget the Sabine women, who were kidnapped by Romulus.

And Leda, with Jupiter in the form of a swan.

A swan? Do you think that's possible?

We must ask Nero's widow, our neighbour.

She keeps a swan in her garden.

It's horrible! The Romans kidnapped the Sabine women and forced them to marry them.

My late husband, Counselor Nero, kidnapped me when I was 16.

He was a real man.

Mine is still alive, but it is as if he had been dead for ten years.

This is the place where you'll be able to satisfy your desires.

You will find a beauty who will seduce you.

Another one who will be a fleeting whim for you.

And finally the one you'll want to stay with.

Aren't you ashamed?

Get close to her, as close as you can.

Nothing and no one can stop you.

And at the moment you meet, find an opportunity to start a conversation

but, at first, be content with banalities.

- Oh! I'm sorry. - It's nothing.

If you notice a speck of dust on her neck or shoulder,

then remove it by barely touching her skin.

And if there is none, just act as if it's there.

Miss, a speck of dust has dropped onto your shoulder.

Please allow me to remove it.

Everything must serve as an excuse for gallant courtesies.

Women come here to see, but above all to be seen.

It is impossible to name all the territories for the hunt for women.

It would be easier to count the grains of sand on the bottom of the sea.

Up until now,

I have given you clues about where to find the women you want to love,

who you must love and how to cast your nets for them.

Now I will tell you how to bind the one you like most to you.

This requires the use of somewhat subtler methods.

Men, whoever or wherever you are

listen to me carefully.

Open your ears to what I can promise you.

First of all, be sure that there is not a

woman in the world who cannot become yours.

And you will have her if you only know how to set your traps.

The birds in the spring and the cicadas in the summer will soon be silent,

before a woman will refuse the one who caresses her.

She gives in, even if she is unyielding.

Like the man, the woman also enjoys fleeting pleasure.

If it weren't us who demanded kisses,

the defeated woman would soon demand them herself.

In the shady valleys and slopes of Mount Ida

there once lived a white bull.

He was the pride of the herd,

with a tuft of black hair between his horns.

That was the only black spot, the rest of his body was snow white.

Pasiphae burned of adulterous love for him.

She jealously hated the well-formed, young heifers.

Just look at how she runs through the grass in front of him, she thinks she is seductive.

- Did you call, Mistress? - No, it is nothing.

Seized by passion, nothing can stop her.

Behold, King Minos is defeated by a bull.

And so, finally, deceived by the bovine target, the bull covers her.

And through the birth, the father was revealed!

This is what is unleashed by a woman's love.

It is much hotter than ours.

It is more vibrant.

Go on then, be bold and without doubt.

You can hope for all the women in the world.

- Leave this house immediately! Go! - I didn't mean it like that.

Yes you did!

- He has insulted me. - insulted you?

Thank you, you are very kind.

Tonight you will find the letter under the door.

He said that I am not capable of understanding

the deeper meaning of Ovid's speech.

Go away!

What is going on?

This was left by one of your daughter-in-law's admirers.

- She is faithful to my son, isn't she? - She is a true saint, Miss.

And you will have to tempt her

when she will be crying for the offense of a lover.

You will have to be ready.

By means of you she will have her revenge.

Marcia to Claudia.

Don't interfere in our relationship. Cornelius loves me.

Cornelius loves me.

And I love Cornelius.

This truth will be known in all of Rome,

Marcia.

No, that is not true. I swear it by Priapus, Mistress.

Cornelius never lies. This is just an invention of that idiot.

I assure you, Cornelius never lies, he definitely loves you.

Then he must seek vengeance!

He must kill her!

Oh Priapus, make sure that another lover knows how to please my mistress,

and that Cornelius becomes mine.

I like him, he was made for me.

I will make a sacrifice for this today

and next Thursday too.

Oh Priapus! Thou art omnipotent!

I don't like walking through ravines or over jagged rocks.

And I don't want anyone to fall into a trap under my guidance.

If, however, when she brings you or take from you messages

awakens lust in you

not only because she is faithful and hardworking, but also beautiful and appetizing,

then take first pleasure from her mistress, then from her, and do it in that order.

Never start a new love in the bosom of a servant.

Cornelius!

Ovid is right when he says that one no longer loves

one's wife because one can see her whenever one wants.

But that is not the case with us, thankfully.

- Did you hear what I said? -Eh?

Ah, yes.

Luckily Telefo is there.

Men happen to cheat more often,

it is rare that a young girl stains herself with betrayal.

What's happening?

I tell you

all these are only words that you don't believe yourself.

Or explain to me why would you have left your wife with a bitch as guardian,

and not a dog.

Exactly because I trust my wife, but not any man who comes too close to her.

Curious that your choice of a protector was a parrot

and not a swan, for instance.

We can see the towers of Lugdunum, Sir.

We will not stop at Lugdunum, we are marching on.

We march to Mediolanum, Rome.

Yes Sir.

- Sepora? - Yes?

- Can you swear? - By Priapus, Mistress.

Swear!

I swear by the glorious member of my favourite God

- To keep the secret - To keep the secret

- until death - until death

And to scrub my back with a brush made of rice straw, as soon as.

And to scrub my back with a brush, as soon as

I have said “made of rice straw, as soon as

But a brush like that is hard.

With a brush made of rice straw, repeat that!

Scrub my back with a brush made of rice straw, as soon as

- as soon as I will accomplish my mission. - as soon as I will accomplish my mission.

Before you go to Cornelius, buy some flour.

The purest and whitest you can find.

If you sprinkle it on top, the writing will appear white as chalk.

As always.

You bastard, if you don't shut your beak, I'll sell you to the poultry market.

You will wash yourself three times, obviously.

What is sworn is sworn, Mistress.

I am free to write to you secretly.

I am waiting for you, my love.

There will be a reception to celebrate the return of the soldiers from Gaul.

You will be introduced to my husband.

- Is the mother asleep? - She sure is!

I have doubled the dose.

That means my guardian's vigilance will be distracted.

Stand still!

It tickles, it makes me laugh.

My passion has reached its peak.

Done.

- And your signature? Aren't you signing it? - No! No, I'm scared.

By the way, Master Cornelius knows very well who Sepora belongs to.

There's no one here, I've locked all the doors tightly.

Above all, don't ever mention my name.

No, Mistress, don't worry. And I'll wash my back four times.

Cornelius! Cornelius! Cornelius! Cornelius!

Oh, Flavius! Flavius

And look deep into her eyes with a loving look.

Your look expresses more than words can say.

And any food that she will touch with her fingers

you take it too, touch that food with her.

The method is as old as it is safe,

to act as a friend of the person you want to betray.

A simple, safe way, even if that way is paved with guilt.

When you'll leave after the table has been cleared,

the crowd will allow you to approach her.

Go through the crowd, get as close as you can,

then brush her side with a finger.

Lightly brush her foot with your foot.

Harder! Lower. Lower down, I said!

The military caress!

You old drunkard!

And keep to the right amount of drinking.

Drink only enough so that your foot and mind do not falter.

Stay out of arguments, which can easily become heated due to the wine.

And never get involved in fist fights.

Are you happy with your parrot?

Are you actually happy with your parrot?

- Oh, it is a bird like any other. - Oh, I see.

You love your husband's gifts, whatever they are.

Please, excuse me.

Excuse me!

Euritione, the fool, died drinking all the wine that was offered to him.

Food and wine are apt tools to fun and jokes.

Sing if you have a voice. Dance if you feel like it.

Please your lover in every way you can.

Is it true that once, in Egypt, you had a lover

that had to resort to Nile water to seduce you?

Nile water? What effect does it have?

He filled large containers with Nile water, and then he used the water

Cornelius! Cornelius!

And now finally it's time to talk to her.

Away with foolish modesty.

Venus, together with luck, helps those who dare to act.

Where is my husband? Macarius.

Often he who feigned love then fell in love.

He thought it was a game to be a lover

and then he became one.

No!

Who, unless a fool, ignores the art of mixing kisses with words?

She might refuse.

Then don't hesitate and take her kisses by force.

If she will fight back, calling you shameless,

then she will ultimately want to be defeated.

Yes.

Yes.

On your knees! On your knees!

I dreamed of Carthage.

Ah, yes? And did you win the battle?

No.

It was too unequal an encounter.

I was alone.

You alone?

If the General finds me, he will castrate me.

Oh, no! I will not allow that.

Never that! I'll defend you.

Quick! Quick! Run away!

You are undressed. It's not that warm tonight.

I took off my clothes to receive you.

Ah! You know damn well that I hate that.

What is this dirty rag?

I found it in the street.

I know this smell.

Garlic, mixed with mutton's sweat.

It belongs to Rufus.

Huh?

- You bitch! - I don't know anyone named Rufus!

NO! No!

No!

No! No! No!

Leave me alone! I don't know him!

No! Please, don't. I beg you!

No! Let me go. You are hurting me!

No! Help! Help!

No, no! No! No!

Don't kill me!

Help!

No!

You beast! Beast!

No!

No, no!

Listen! I have a conspiracy to uncover!

I know the truth! It's him! It's him!

- He wants the... - Stop it! Be quiet!

He's planning the death of Augustus! He wants to kill the emperor!

He's already had an imperial suit of arm our made!

I know where it is!

It's not true! It's not true! She's crazy!

Shut the hell up or I'll shut you up. I'm going to kill you, whore.

It's over.

It's all over now.

According to the law...

an unfaithful wife

the husband has not the right, but the obligation to kill an unfaithful wife.

Yes dear,

Roman law, the best of all legal systems in the world,

obliges the husband to kill his adulterous wife.

Did you hear? Don't you speak anymore?

Well, your voice is failing,

but perhaps your ear can still hear and your eye can still see.

Poor you! You wretched creature!

You were right. One day I'll be the Emperor,

and it will be very soon.

Here is the Imperial Armour.

Divine, worshipped by kings.

I will be Emperor.

I am Emperor.

Look! Look here!

I am the Empire!

I am the Emperor!

I could stop there now,

but since no two women are the same, I want to tell you more.

You can reach a thousand hearts in a thousand ways.

Different earths do not always produce the same fruit.

One bears the vine, another the olive, and on that one grows the wheat.

There are as many faces in this world as there are hearts.

Only the wise and learned one will be able to understand them.

I love you like myself, Cornelius!

And like Prometheus, he will transform himself as needed into the soft wave

or into a lion, or a plant, or into a wild boar.

You must also not act in the same way at every age.

If you act as an experienced person with the innocent

or if you assail the shy one too boldly, they will be afraid of you.

So it has often happened that a woman, whom the honest lover frightened,

fell into the arms of someone who was worse than him.

Be loving if you want to be loved.

But face and beauty are not enough for that.

If you want the good in your woman and you don't want her to leave you,

then add strength of mind to beauty.

Beauty is a fragile commodity and does not last forever.

It withers over time and consumes itself through its duration.

Always be ready to hold her footstool when she gets out of bed.

And never neglect to offer the sandal to her foot.

I advise you not to give your loved one precious gifts

only modest ones,

but even if modest, choose them carefully and present them appropriately.

If he's rich enough, even a barbarian will win the love of a woman.

And when she dances, admire her body.

Praise her voice when she sings.

And when she stops, tell her “Oh! What a shame!"

Praise all her hugs.

Praise what makes you happy and what she has to offer at night.

Even if she were more terrible than Medusa,

she will become gentle and full of kindness

with her lover.

Often, in Autumn, when the year shines with the most

golden season and the grapes are dripping with juice,

one feels the coolness of the first frost, still in the heat of the parched body,

and the air still languishes the body.

I hope your woman will be well,

but if she falls ill due to the change of climate,

show her that you care and take care of her with your love.

Now is the time to sow, what you will then reap aplenty.

Never show annoyance or intolerance to the tedious care,

assist her first hand, do everything that she will allow.

It's down there.

Let her see you cry often, be happy to offer her your mouth,

and let her drink your tears with her parched lips.

Bring her often some old woman that, with trembling hand and sulphur and eggs,

will purify her bedroom and the bed.

In these actions she will see the signs of your true love.

Her heart will be intoxicated by happiness

and will no longer know its measure.

This way the heart becomes lazy

and slow its beats to a sure love.

Cornelius!

Always make sure that she's afraid of losing your love.

Rekindle her warm heart,

let her doubt you.

Happy is the man whose wife is jealous of him

when she thinks he's turned away from her.

And when she hears, reluctantly, that he has cheated on her,

throws herself on the ground, loses her composure.

If only I were the one whose hair she would pull,

whose cheek she would dig her sharp nails into,

or to whom she would raise her eyes, full of tears and dark with indignation.

If only I were the man without whom she could not or would not live.

No. No!

He who is wise and clever, will conquer in love,

and will achieve everything he wants through my art.

I despise the embrace of the man who does not pleasure

both himself and his beloved at the same time.

I despise the woman who gives in because she feels she must,

and without sensuousness.

The pleasure given by such coupling gives me no pleasure.

I want no woman to feel duty bound towards me,

the cry of love must give birth to itself,

its womb the lips of the lady in love.

I want her to tell me to go faster, or to slow down.

And I want to see her, the look on her face, completely beside herself with delight.

I want to hear her shout, in the climax of her pleasure:

"Stop! Stop! Don't touch me anymore".

Stop! Stop! I can take no more!

The fingers will know for themselves how to move

where the sharp arrow of love is aimed.

Believe me, it is not convenient to rush to the extreme of pleasure,

but slowly you must delay the peak of happiness.

Do not allow useless modesty to withhold the magic of your caresses.

You will see your beloved's eyes film over with the sheen of tremulous and dainty lust

as the sun's rays rise back from the surface of the placid pond.

I am chasing nothing else but lascivious love.

And I will only introduce women to the art of letting themselves be loved.

The woman has never known how to protect herself from love's arrows.

Those arrows often bounce off a man.

Man happens more often to be unfaithful.

Only rarely, to be sure,

does the young woman sully herself with the guilt of adultery.

And remember from the start that old age comes quickly,

so that you do not spend your time fruitlessly.

While you are in the spring of your life, enjoy life.

For the years pass more quickly than a flowing stream.

The wave that passed by will not return. And neither will the past hours.

Enjoy life.

Ages pass quickly,

and the one that follows will never be as beautiful as the preceding one.

The day will come when you, who today rejects your lovers,

are old and alone in bed.

No one will knock at your door at night,

and in the morning you won't find rose petals at your doorstep.

How quickly your face withers and wrinkles,

how soon the colour that made you beautiful fades.

So do not deny your charms to the young man who loves you with desire.

Even iron loses is sharpness, and after time the stone wears away.

But your passion is well resistant, do not fear to concede it.

Who believes that the sea could be emptied of its water?

So who, amongst you, will say that passionate love is forbidden?

Start with taking care of your body.

Beauty is a gift from God,

but how many women can proudly boast about it?

The majority of you cannot claim to have received this gift.

How good is Mother Nature that, when she wrongs you,

she also gives you many means to make amends.

To no avail men try to hide from it,

the ruthless age tears away our hair, they fall like leaves in autumn.

With herbs from Germania, women can make grey hair disappear.

And when their hair is dyed, it is often even more beautiful than real hair.

But your loved one should never find you with ointments or creams.

The art of making you beautiful should be a secret.

Wait out here, I'll go and tell the mistress.

I don't want to see anybody.

Who wouldn't be disgusted by seeing you with mud all over your face

dripping heavily and grossly between your breasts?

I am sorry Sir, my mistress won't receive anyone.

At the most you can show your hair loose, if it shines as it covers your shoulders.

I told you she's not here!

No, that's not true, I'm here!

Be gentle! More gently!

Don't harass your slave.

I hate those who beat and abuse them,

because they cannot see themselves in the mirror.

And learn to walk as gracefully as is expected of a woman.

Your posture has a great deal to do with your grace.

It can attract the man or push him away from you.

Leave the left part of the shoulder bare and the upper arm.

It's tempting.

Especially if your skin is as white as snow.

The sight of this tempts me to cover that shoulder with kisses,

all over its bare skin.

For what is hidden remains unknown, unwanted by anyone.

An unknown beauty has never borne fruit.

My mother!

- Welcome home, Sir. - Go back to your room.

I told you to go back to your room!

Hide. quickly!

Oh! You are here!

Move!

Macarius! Don't forget, Macarius!

Public shame is worse than revenge and death.

Cornelius! Don't be afraid Cornelius!

We haven't committed a crime!

Stop.

Go to bed.

To bed! Go to bed!

Oh! Priapus!

And now I am ashamed to continue, but the divine Venus has commanded it.

Because that which makes us blush is our very special pleasure.

So, learn to know yourself well.

Only adopt the posture that corresponds to your shape.

The same style is not appropriate for everyone.

Lie on your back, if your face is beautiful.

And offer your shoulders, if they are beautiful and graceful.

And you, whose belly Lucina marked with wrinkles,

imitate the Parthians when they flee on horseback.

You should ride a horse if you are of small stature.

For Andromache, as she was tall, never rode on Hector's horse.

And she who has beautiful long legs and a flawless bosom,

she should stretch out on the edge of the bed and show herself to the man.

Do not disdain to let your hair down as the women of Thessaly do.

And when you have spread out your hair, tilt your head slightly to one side.

If what I have known for a long time is true

trust in me.

My poem will give you certainty of it.

The lust should flow from every pore of the

woman and slowly spread into the man's blood.

And speak to each other in a gentle voice. Do not refrain to use bold words.

Loving words and lustful gasps should show your desire to your loved one.

But I can't go on. There are things that I cannot say.

I'll guard this exit.

Close the doors and secure them. Come now!

A married woman should fear her husband,

- he should always keep an eye on her. - Come'. This way.

The law, modesty and equity demand it.

Who will take care of you now that the Praetor's rod has redeemed you?

Let me go! Let me go! You can't do that!

It's the truth! He is a man without shame!

I swear it on the child that I carry inside me.

Don't fret! Stay still!

Damn! Stop fretting, I said!

Stop right now!

- Where is she gone? - That way, come on!

Push! Like that, well done! Again!

You must push!

You don't have the right to do this!

The law doesn't allow this!

Two lovely boys!

Watch out! She's running away! Stop her!

Let's burn them all!

You! Stop!

I preach about love and passion. I have committed no crime!

Publius Ovidius Naso!

Help!

Sepora! Help me!

Help!

Cornelius!

Come...

Help!

Help!

Cornelius Help! Help!

Was it you calling for help?

I am sorry.

I was having a nightmare, I have been travelling all night.

Did you sleep here?

I have travelled all night, from Rome.

1600 Km, all on my own.

- From Rome? Would you like a coffee? -Yes, please.

You shouldn't be travelling so far on your own. For a woman

- I haven't decided it. - There!

Thank you.

- What's that? A parrot? - Yes, a Cockatoo.

Telefo!

- It's a strange bird. - It's a gift for my professor.

Do you study?

I'm taking part in an archaeological expedition.

Ah! Searching for the past.

I have the feeling that I've seen you somewhere before.

That's impossible. I never go to confession.

Naughty! But I studied in Rome, so we could have walk past each other.

Yes, your face looks familiar to me, too.

But then again, there are only 80 morphological types on earth.

I am awake now. Thank you for the coffee.

- Did you have an accident? - No, no. It's just a flat tyre

- Would you like a lift home? - That's nice. Thank you very much.

I'll take my lilies.

- No. Put them next to me - Okay.

You have a lot of material.

I have to hand in the manuscript in Paris tomorrow.

- It's the last day before the deadline. - Pompei?

-The Villa of the Silver Wedding. - A very good photo.

The photos were taken by Professor D'Orbesson, they are for my book.

What will it be called?

The wall paintings of the towns around Vesuvius.

Ah! You read "II Messaggero".

I bought it yesterday, I wanted to go to the movies.

But I haven't read it yet.

- You can have it if you like. - Thank you.

News from our Capital city.

Don't forget your lilies!

- Thank you! - No worries.

I appreciate it.

- See you then. - Goodbye!

Goodbye.

- Three lilies! -An odd number, for good luck!

- Thank you! - Goodbye.

Viktor!

Pompeii: Professor of the Sorbonne murdered by his jealous assistant.

Claudine Cartier, the young collaborator of Professor D'Orbesson

already known for her book "Wall paintings in Pompeii".

The Villa of the Silver Wedding, where the body of Professor Paul D'Orbesson was found.

Henri Corneille, a young historian, confessed one hour after

committing the crime and turned himself in to the police.

Claudine Cartier, the beautiful archaeologist of the Sorbonne,

object of her colleague's love and jealousy

doesn't know yet about Professor D'Orbesson death.

She is currently on her way back to France in a Land Rover.

"He was my spiritual father.“

"I owe him everything, but I killed him."

"I committed a crime of jealousy."

"I wanted to eliminate Claudine's dreams."

"The Professor had gained too much space in her imagination."

Subtitles: Mario Leonardi