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Aunt Clara, it's Eduardo.

Dodo, how are you?

Fine. Is Sylvia there?

Oh, no. She's out.

Oh, yeah. Well, it doesn't matter.

Shall I have her call you?

No, no. Just tell her I'm expecting her for dinner. Thanks. Welcome.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Ugh.

Dodo.

Sylvia.

Penny for your thoughts.

Just wondering why you ran away.

You know I didn't run away.

Sorry I wasn't able to come any earlier.

Men? Men, hardly. I'm just too busy.

Have you ordered yet? I waited for you. What do you have?

The usual.

Almond chicken with rice, Hong Kong style.

Yes, for two.

Anyway, thanks a lot for coming this evening.

Well, I am still your wife, aren't I?

All the more reason why you should come home.

Will you lay off, Dodo?

I've already told you it's just not possible.

I wanted to see you because I have some news.

Oh, yeah?

What? I've got a house to offer you, and it'll be ours.

Oh, really?

What house? The apartment above my father's place.

I've decided to ask him for it as an advance on my inheritance.

What brought all of this on?

I'm doing it for you.

For me? How do you mean?

So that we don't have to live with my father.

What does your father have to do with it? I know you can't stand him. Not at

all. I've been fascinated with your father ever since I took his class at

university.

I think you're the one who can't stand him. Then tell me why you left if that's

the case.

Oh, for God's sake, why do I have to repeat myself?

I need some time alone to think things over and understand what is happening to

me.

Please don't insist.

You don't understand.

Is there someone else?

I'm afraid I won't be staying.

Can I get you something else, then?

Hey, Sylvia!

I'm sorry!

Sylvia!

It's quite a wind.

Come on, begin this way.

Listen, even if it wasn't because of my father, I'll still ask for the

apartment.

Do whatever you think is right.

I trust you, Toto.

I want to make love with you right here.

Oh, God, Sylvia.

You and me.

Just like we did the first time with our eyes.

Just watch me.

Are you watching?

You're driving me crazy.

It looks like the hackles of a wild cat.

What else does it make you think of?

The crest of a rooster.

Oh, go on, don't stop.

The mane of a great black stallion.

A wild animal's den.

Oh, yes, yes, wild.

Oh, touch it, touch.

Oh, watch.

I have to go now.

Should I go with you?

Morning, Fausta. Is my father up yet?

Probably. And what's that supposed to mean?

That's for me to know.

Would you mind explaining yourself?

Forget it. It's too complicated.

All right, Fausta. What have you got against my father this morning?

Why don't we both take him his breakfast?

That way, when I stick the needle in her death, you can stay and see for

yourself. And what will I see?

Where he always tries to touch me, and the way he wants me to touch him, the

things he likes me to do.

Well? What well?

Don't you get it?

No, I don't get it.

He does everything to make sure I touch him. You know where to get it.

Ah, that's it?

Yes, that's it.

Just tell him to put a stop to it.

I try to, but it's like talking to a brick wall.

If you want to quit, I can always find someone else to care for him.

No, no, I didn't say I wanted to leave.

I just wanted you to know about it.

Why? Because I just wanted you to know about it.

Right.

We'll discuss it another time.

Look out, I've got a syringe in my hand.

You promise that you won't say a word about that to your father?

Not a word.

You must understand, your father's a great man.

He's just stubborn, that's all. and I wouldn't want to hurt him.

Well, from his point of view, he could be right.

And if it makes him happy, I will.

You're so charitable.

I wouldn't call it charity. Your father pays me three times the going rate.

You must have the magic touch. You're right.

It's my unique touch.

It's too bad, but I don't feel anything for him.

And he doesn't feel anything for me.

He only has one thing on his mind, the poor soul.

All right, I won't say a word.

And remember, don't leave until I come in with the shot.

Come in.

Hi, Dad.

He got it.

Who?

The cat did.

It's been stalking that sparrow for at least ten minutes.

That's dedication for you. So which side were you on, the cat or the sparrow?

The sparrow, my son. Isn't that obvious to you?

You're looking good.

Fit as a fiddle.

They might try and get me up on my feet today.

Pass me the yogurt. It might help me to withstand the pain of my shot.

And how's your lovely wife?

She's pretty good now.

I saw her yesterday.

We spoke about you.

About me? That's nice.

Apropos, huh?

The apartment that you own upstairs.

I told her I'd ask for it as an advance on my inheritance.

And her?

She seemed okay.

I'm glad to hear that.

To tell you the truth, I never understood why she left you in the first

Neither did I.

I don't know. Maybe she left because of the house.

The house?

Yeah, I'm convinced she wanted a place of her own. Our own. It has nothing to

with you.

Perfectly legitimate, and I might say any woman's desire.

Tell her the apartment's yours.

The two of you.

Thanks, Papa.

For what?

The apartment's been completely empty ever since that notary died.

You've got a lot of work to do on it.

Knock, knock.

Aren't you at the university today? I have a class a bit later.

Would you like Eduardo to leave?

What's that? Dodo should go. He's not a stranger.

You're not going down.

Take it easy.

Sweet meat.

Your hand doesn't seem to be bothering you, Professor.

Turn over.

She says it's Patricia.

All right, give it to me.

Yeah.

Fine.

Oh, they might get me up today.

All right, I mean on my feet.

Faust is here. The nurse.

What do you mean?

My son's here, too.

Don't worry.

Oh, you wanted a bet?

I'll prove it to you when you come.

I'll prove it to you when you come.

I swear.

I swear on my life.

I swear on my life.

It goes with that saying.

It goes without saying.

Oh, honest walkie -mallie paws.

Morning,

Countess. Good morning, dear.

The elevator is out of order again. It's disgraceful. It never seems to be

working. Of course, if it hadn't been out of order that day, your father would

never have had that terrible fall.

And by the way, how is he doing this morning? Oh, very well, thank you.

He's an extraordinary man. They don't make them like your father anymore.

I'm sorry, Countess, but I'm a bit late.

Remember to give him my best. Don't forget now. I won't. Thanks again.

But the voyeuristic scene par excellence...

is the one described by Herodotus, and later echoed by Gide in Le Roi de

While undressing, the queen is spied upon by the king's favorite, who in turn

being spied on by the king himself.

So what we have then is a two -fold form of voyeurism, or if you prefer, a

scattering of scopophilia. Excuse me, professor, but wouldn't you say that a

peeping tom is the same?

Voyeur means the one who watches.

So does scopophilia mean that you want to fuck?

It simply means a pleasure in watching.

I could certainly give you dozens of other examples to back up my conviction

that voyeurism, or if you prefer, scopophilia, is a vital element in

and in the narrative, just as we might find in both the cinema and photography.

So in his own inimitable fashion,

The artist then turns us into the spectators of forbidden and secret acts

that are intimate, that are hidden, even prohibited.

In a certain sense, we are transformed into his accomplices by involving us in

quest that could be defined as subversive.

That is a quest to express what society normally represses. By focusing on those

areas that due to hypocrisy and the usual elements of fear and prejudice are

often excluded, constitutes an immense part of real life.

That's to say sex is at its most extreme, helpless, and naked in the

its existentiality, carnality, and corporal essence. We can see it clearly

illustrated in Malarmé's Negresse par le démon sucoué. I would like you to give

some thought to it.

Would someone like to pass them out, please?

We'll pick it up tomorrow.

So would you all look at it?

How about a lift now, Professor?

Where are you going?

To my place.

It's not out of your way?

Sure,

get in.

I just sat on it. I could have broken it.

I'm sure you're much too soft to do that.

So where do you live?

That was a great class, Professor.

Well, I'm glad you liked it because nobody else did.

How come I've never seen you before?

Because I only go every once in a while, mostly out of curiosity.

What are you curious about?

About professors.

You're not from here.

No, Africa.

Africa? I thought you were Swedish.

Whereabouts?

Take a guess.

Senegal. No.

Mali. Wrong again.

The Congo.

Bravo, Professor.

Except now it's called Zaire. My name is really Eduardo, not Professor.

Dodo to my friends.

Dodo. How funny.

And you?

Pascalsi, if I understood your lesson, I think you prefer to watch.

Actually, during the lecture, I felt that I was the one who was being spied

So what's so special about this poem?

It's a perfect example of scopophilic literature.

A woman possessed by a demon who hungered for the right fruit of the

child and criminal likely guilty under the holy robes.

With craftiness at work, she created the pungent beast. The profanity is

evident. The girl and the woman are doing a 69.

You know what that is?

Of course. What do you think? It means two people giving each other oral sex

there's nothing scandalous about it. But it is in triply so.

The reason is it's a 69 between two women. One is a young girl, the other a

grown woman. And one's white, the other black.

And between her legs where the victim lay, she lifts a dark skin open and

waiting the shivering palate of this strange mouth, pale, soft, and pink like

rose petal. It's important that we look beneath the surface.

What Mallarmé has us observe is something not only intimate and private,

also a privacy within a privacy.

So soft and pink like a rose.

But do you only watch?

So what now?

There's nothing much we can do.

We'll just have to wait out this traffic jam.

Then maybe I should get out here, because I live on the other side of the

bridge. Oh, wait for a bit, because I promised to drive you home.

Well,

I guess it's goodbye.

So what do you use this for?

That's to capture the things that catch my eye.

Would you like to capture me? Yeah, of course.

Here.

Just a minute. No, not here in my apartment.

Thank you.

Hi, Juswina. No, not Juswina. My name's Ariana.

Oh. You want to take my picture?

Some other time, okay?

They're the neighborhood.

Will these pictures be reminiscent of the poem by Mallarmé? Well, we'll need

older white woman for that.

You have children?

Sorry, what'd you say?

You're married, aren't you? What are you asking me that for?

Just out of curiosity.

No, we don't have any children.

Are you a voyeur also with your wife?

Yeah, I used to be.

She left me a while ago.

I'm sorry about that.

Was she beautiful?

Very beautiful, even more than you.

Is it because of this?

I know it's big, but unfortunately I've gained some weight since I moved here.

Why unfortunately?

Because people stare at it. That's what I like about it. You see, my wife had a

big one too.

Come in.

You're very photogenic and narcissistic.

You like them?

Photographer's English, Tony.

Says I'm an inspiring model.

I can see that. Very nice.

Is this his apartment?

It's mine, a present from my father.

He's either very rich or very fond of you.

A little of both, I guess.

He's a government minister.

He does the governing and I do the living.

How do you want me to pose?

I don't know. It's your call. I think you know better than me. You're right.

I think for every voyeur there's an exhibitionist, you know?

No comment you shit, huh? That's the way I am. I'm not hairy like you people

I

am

so hair and think like a rose

Do you notice anything, warrior?

Like what?

This is where white women have a little button.

And I don't.

You're clitoral.

Infibulation. That's barbaric. No more than your old -fashioned virginity, your

prudishness, your earthiness.

You like watching, don't you?

You like being watched. I guess we were made for each other.

Hello,

Tony.

This is Dodo. He's my French literature teacher.

Pleased to meet you. My real name's Eduardo.

He was giving you a lesson, I presume.

That's right. I was just going over one of his literary theories.

I was only taking a few pictures.

You're not posing for free, are you? Come on, Tony. They're not professional

photographs. Just Polaroids.

Here, look.

I'm not interested.

Why don't you just take a look?

You're nothing but a whore. Just look at you.

Listen to her. Can you believe she's jealous of you?

I'm sorry, Pascassie, but I have to go now. No, don't go now. The best is yet

come. Just watch.

You're not upset, are you?

Don't. Leave me alone, Piscassi. I love it when she's angry. She's my personal

little photographer who's only allowed to photograph me.

Are you jealous?

You know, he's not a real photographer, just a voyeur.

You know what he told me?

He said that he'd like to watch us make love.

A rich black girl and a poor white one.

Get rid of him, Kathy.

Get rid of him. I'll be your slave.

What?

Hi, Aunt Clara, it's me. I'm sorry for calling so late. Oh, that's okay. I was

watching TV.

Is Sylvia in?

No, she didn't come home yet. She happened to tell you where she went?

She never tells me where she goes.

You want to leave a message?

It's not important.

I'll try her again tomorrow. Bye. Sorry if I disturbed you.

Where the hell is she at this hour?

Beg for it.

Quiet, Professor. Your son might hear us.

To hell with my son. Come here. Come on.

No. We agreed.

Watching only.

Then give me a good look, damn it. Just like in the magazine.

Which picture? There's so many.

But the girl holding the book.

You can be so demanding.

Go sit over there. In the chair.

How's this? All right?

Spread your legs.

Is this far enough?

No, it's not open. How can I open it and hold the book at the same time?

Take the stupid book away.

How is it possible, Professor? You always seem to have this enormous hard

What can I say?

Professors have a lot of time to think and rethink.

Where do the thoughts end?

Right here.

That's the way I like to see you.

No, that's the way you'd like to see them all.

Damn, you want it to go soft again?

Good.

Now the cigar.

Not a cigar.

Cigars aren't good for you, Professor.

The doctor said you shouldn't smoke.

Touch me a little. That wasn't the deal.

I'll pay for 20 injections.

30. Okay, 30, but hold it in your hand.

I'm only doing this to keep you happy.

Oh, but you can be happy.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's very good.

Oh, what a big cock you have, Professor.

Do you like it?

Tell me the truth. Who's being a line of dodos?

How should I know? I've never seen your sons.

I knew it. What's he waiting for? He complains that his wife has left him.

easy. Oh, that's gone fast.

Oh, you're driving me crazy.

I know who really drives you crazy. Stop talking nonsense, you naughty girl.

Just put it in your mouth.

No, no way.

I'll pay you 40 infections.

I wouldn't do it for 50. 60.

The price of two university seminars.

Stop it. I said no. Please.

Stop it.

Look what you've made me do. It's your fault. Pick them up.

Is this okay, Professor?

No, but it'll do.

If

only

your son could see us. Stop talking about my son all the time.

Are you in love with him?

No, I'm not. It's not the same with him. He's still in love with Sylvia.

Do you think she still loves him?

How should I know?

That's something you ought to know.

You who?

You, you, his father.

Stop talking. You're ruining everything.

Go, go, go to bed.

Come on. Here's your money. But God help you if you give it to that asshole

boyfriend of yours.

What are you doing?

Can't you guess?

What do you want?

Don't think badly of me. For what?

Because of last night.

What are you saying?

Come on, don't play innocent.

I thought you were spying on us.

I wasn't spying. I just wanted to see what was going on.

I didn't do it for the money, I can assure you. All I wanted was to please

father. The professor's a great man.

But you took the money.

He's a great man, but your father's old.

Good excuse.

I'm serious.

Not for anyone. Not for all the gold in the world.

Really? Really.

I swear.

You want the truth.

Might be interesting.

I only did what your father wanted because I knew that you were watching.

Don't talk nonsense.

It's true.

I was pleased when I saw you were there.

And the fact that you could see me, it might be jealous.

And maybe even a bit excited?

Well, why not?

So tell me, did you do it for him or for me watching? And was it to make me

jealous or excite me? Which was it? Don't be mean. You're toying with me.

father's much nicer.

Why do you think the women like him? What women?

Lots of them.

What do you know?

I see it.

All the visits he gets. Take the countess, for example. Why does she

Bunch of old bags.

Wouldn't say that.

Some of them are even your wife's age.

Yeah, I don't want all women to like me. And I certainly don't want to be like

my father.

You

and

your mother look so cute in that picture.

Speaking of photographs, which ones were you talking to my father about last

night? Wait right here. I'll go get them. No, no, you don't have to.

Here they are.

Wow. Who took these?

My boyfriend took them.

But I didn't know he'd been into magazines.

They're pretty arty, aren't they?

Do you like them?

Uh -huh. Oh, yeah. I'd say you look great.

But you didn't have to show these to my father.

Hey, you.

He's the one who showed them to me.

One day he opened up the magazine and said, Foster, well, what was I supposed

do since he must have every single issue that's been put out?

Wonderful. The great man.

Who would have thought it?

So what harm is there?

He's getting old. He hasn't got much time to lose.

Guess not.

Do you realize that your father's jealous of you?

What do you think?

Didn't you hear him when he asked me whose was the biggest?

Yeah, so?

Well, I'll be.

I don't get it.

He's intimidated.

I don't believe it.

Can I give you a kiss?

Oh, my God, it's a physiotherapist.

If you care already.

um um

Here? No.

Here, then.

Yes! That's enough.

How about here?

This maniac's nuts!

How about here?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt your little red riding hood. Just a little

to make it better.

Don't call it red riding hood. In spite of its age, it's still got a lot of

mileage left in it.

Do you think you can do something? We think we do. Absolutely so.

And in only three or four sessions, Fiore Bastion del Bruce and del Dorlo

have you on your feet and fitter than an athlete.

You'll be a new man.

Yeah, very well. All right, then.

So get to it.

Mm -hmm. So just find... So just find... So just find... Find us a long table.

That one?

It'll be fine.

Professor?

On our feet.

On our feet.

Shoo. On our feet.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo.

Bravo, Professor.

Now, come on. On our feet. Shoo. That's it. That's it.

Oh, that's good. Oh, that's a double bravo, Professor.

No.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, no, no, no. Who told you to do anything, you

dumb whore? Now, you're not needed.

Not by you, anyway. That's for sure.

Oh, yes.

Bravo, Professor. Look, you two, I'm standing.

Bravo. Splendid. Now, walk to the table.

Fiori, it's magic. It's not exactly magic. It's a touch of dexterity, as

say. The wisdom of the masses. Come on, a lamp that won't light the beauty of a

hooker. Now, come on. You can do it. Come on, Professor. One more step.

step. One more. You can do it. That's it. One more. Wonderful, Pa.

Bravo, Fiori. Wonderful, Professor.

Now, just one more.

Just one more.

Just one more. Another.

Oh, finally.

I knew we could.

Do you know what, Professor?

What? If you feel up to standing, we can do the massage right here.

I feel up to it, yeah.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, yes.

Mm -hmm.

So, who's today's victim?

Mollier. That's very highbrow.

As you can see, I seem to be reduced to more lowbrow stuff myself.

Oh, stop giggling and pour me some of this now. Come on.

Oh, it's happy.

All right, lower.

All right, lower, Professor.

Lower.

Lower. Down lower.

Lower.

Well, at your age, it takes a bit longer.

To get to the thigh, I meant.

You, of course, women like this.

Oh, no, Professor.

Now, women have no muscles.

Not where it counts.

Father, about the apartment.

I told you already. Yes, and I'm grateful that you said we could have it,

I'm going to need a key so that Sylvia can look around.

Ask the porter for it. He has the key.

Hello?

Is Sylvia on the line?

The dodo?

I don't know. She said the professor.

The father or the son?

It's for you.

Hello.

Yeah, I called last night. I'd like to see you.

Yes, I would.

Around three?

Why, at the movies.

All right, I'll see you there at three.

Well, I got to go now.

See you, Papa.

And again, nice going.

See you.

And will you tell Sylvia to stop being so grouchy with me? She has a whole

to herself now.

Oh, do you know what I think, Professor?

You ask, tomorrow we'll put you on crutches. And you won't believe how easy

it'll be. It'll be like flying.

We better clear things up once and for all.

The apartment isn't the only reason why I'm not coming back home to you.

There's another reason.

Oh, what?

It's another man?

Yes,

if you like.

There's another man.

Why didn't you tell me about it before?

Hey, what movie are we watching here?

Why don't you shut up and let me watch the movie?

I tried so awfully hard to get through to you, but you're so involved with the

apartment that you never wanted to listen to Ethan.

Besides, I was very ashamed.

To tell me about it or to do it?

This man, I don't love him.

Mind telling me what keeps you with him?

I don't see any point in us seeing each other anymore.

No, please, no. Don't go.

Don't go. I need you very much.

I doubt that.

I need you.

Oh, Dodo, all I have to know is you're there and we can go on seeing and

to each other. And I'm sure I'll be able to leave him.

So what's stopping you now?

I don't know. It's gone beyond me. I do all I can to keep myself from seeing

him. And then I give in again.

And you call that love? No, no.

No, I don't know what it is, but I know I don't love him.

I love you, Toto.

I don't feel anything for him.

Only a very heavy sexual attraction.

So what am I supposed to do?

Hang up his clothes while you two are humping?

Can you tell me what's so irresistible about this man?

I really wouldn't like to talk about it. Like hell, tell me who he is, how he

fucks, how long it lasts.

Hey, will you shut the fuck up? There are other people here.

You want detail?

Yeah.

All right, then. If you must know, I like the way he takes me. The way he

you? From behind.

He bends me over the table, or it could be anywhere it happens.

And he fucks me from behind. And I can make all the grimaces I want because he

can't see my face.

And I can't see his. I can think of who I want. He could be someone else.

Someone I don't even know. Even an animal. Is that enough for you?

Oh, dear God.

Why must you know everything?

Because of my mind, I need to see you with him.

When we're doing it, he loves to grab my hair from

behind and says to me, You're my sow, Sylvia.

Tell me you're my sow.

Tell me that you're my sow or I'll twist your neck.

Tell me.

Yes, I tell him you know that.

You know it.

I'm your sow. You know I'm your sow.

But he twists my neck anyway.

And I come like a sow, knowing he loves me when I say it and knowing perfectly

well when I say I'm his sow.

Do you love him?

Know you're the one I love.

Feel this.

Tell me that you can't do it for me, Donald.

Tell me that I'm your virtue and your vice.

Did you ever give me this flesh?

This flesh that ignites my cock?

Tell me you're my cell.

I'll twist your little neck.

See, you know it. Yes, I am your cell.

No, no.

Here are your steps.

I don't want them!

Little brat, you.

Little brat, you.

Little brat, you.

Little brat, you.

Little brat, you.

Asshole.

Thanks for the papers.

You weren't asleep, then? I've been awake for a while now, and I saw the way

were looking at me. How was that?

With hatred.

What are you talking about? I was looking at you the way you look at

who's asleep.

Forget it, then. Your appearance must have confused me.

You look pretty awful, sonny boy.

Like a castaway.

Something wrong?

No, nothing. Everything's fine.

Good.

Help me up.

What time is it? It's about 8 .30.

I guess I slept more than usual.

A bit of a late night last night. You can blame it on television.

Would you mind opening the shutters? Fiore should be coming with the

Good sign.

It means you're cured.

Yeah, so it seems.

Well, aren't you happy?

Yes, of course.

Although...

As long as I was in bed, I could kid myself into believing I'd recover not

from my broken leg, but from old age.

Come on, you're not that old, Papa.

I don't have the same powers.

What powers?

My intellectual powers, for example, or sexual ones.

Excuse me for being nosy, Father.

Are you saying that since Mother you've had some affairs?

Let's just say that I got lucky.

There's something about being sick that seems to get women excited.

How's it possible in your condition?

It's not hard, because some girls have a hell of a nerve that's cunningly

diabolical. They even jump up onto the bed, lift up their skirts, and have no

panties on.

Do you think this is the kind of... talk

that should be going on between a father and his son?

Sometimes I forget that you're my father. And what do you mean by that?

It's because I feel you're my own age. You could very easily be my rival in

love.

No, I'm an old vessel with a shriveled up skin, no muscles and legs that would

look better on a corpse.

Women don't bother about those things.

Oh, no? What do they bother about, then? A man's vitality.

And you've plenty of that.

I must say, the older I get, the hornier I seem to feel.

You know, I couldn't help hearing you the other night.

Huh? What are you doing?

You can't deny it.

With Fausta. Ah, Fausta. Yes, I admit, she can make my blood run hot. Why hold

back at my age, huh? Or cultivate delusions?

Oh, I had to pay her that shameless little... I shouldn't say this.

There are times when paying for it isn't half as sleazy as doing it for free.

Maybe I haven't had to pay for women for a long time.

Anyway, believe you me, there's nothing in the world like it.

What, paying women?

Fucking them, darling.

Witches, let's face it.

Well, basically, most of the women really want to.

It's the only way for us to soften out some of the drive the feminists have

overloaded themselves with and get them to cooperate and restore some kind of

order. You see, women, my son, want to be physical, not metaphysical.

Good morning, Professor.

Well, today is a great day. We are going to be footing all over the globe.

Oh, my.

I was a little hot last night.

Oh, Professor, we should give thanks to our massages. They help you more than a

woman can. Let's not go overboard.

Tell Faustus she can bring me my breakfast.

He needs a tranquilizer, not a custard.

Oh, my God, you just love scaring the wits out of me.

The great man really has you pampering him.

This is all my own idea.

I wouldn't mind having some myself.

I'll do it for you.

I'll make it.

Where are the eggs?

The fridge.

Did you hear the racket last night no what racket

Your

father must have had a visitor

He had a woman in there

maybe one of those old bag Did you let her in me?

No, then she had the key from my father probably

Impossible. There are only three sets of keys.

I've one, you have one, and your father.

Last night your father sat with Zarin at his desk. I saw them.

You think so?

I don't know.

Besides us, there's only one other person who has the keys to the house.

Are you insinuating that this woman who came and spent the night with my father

was my wife?

I'm not insinuating anything.

Those were your words, Eduardo.

Well, for your information, Sylvia was with me.

Really?

Until what time?

I don't owe you any explanations.

That's just what I think.

After all, she's my wife.

We had a reconciliation.

She and we slept together last night. We made up.

I still think that the voice I heard coming from your father's room was still

here.

You must be mistaken.

In the middle of the night, lots of voices sound the same.

The door to the study doesn't close. You can hear everything, noises and voices.

What noises?

Well, it sounded like grunts, but gentle ones.

Actually, it was more like moans without any fear or pain.

I'm telling you that last night my wife was with me.

Where? She was with me at her Aunt Clara's.

Poor

Mr.

Eduardo.

Can't you see it's starting to curdle?

Let me do it.

I'm telling you, though, I'm sure I saw your wife last night.

It must have been around 11 .30.

I was in my room when I heard the hall door open.

It didn't sound like your footsteps.

I stuck my head out to have a seat.

And I saw a woman in a silver raincoat moving quickly to the end of the hall.

I saw her only from behind, but I'm sure that it was Sylvia.

She went into the professor's room, and she closed the door behind her.

I tiptoed over to the door and listened.

That's when I heard those noises.

You're making it up. You didn't hear anything.

My poor little dodo. I'm not hungry. These things just be nasty.

Don't say poor to me and don't call me your dodo.

I do like you, you know.

Only you're myself, Olivia.

Only you're myself.

I'll put you naked.

You know it. Yes, I am yourself.

Tell me you're my Sal.

What's with you?

Stop it.

What are you doing?

Dodo, take it easy.

Stop it.

Stop it. What are you doing?

Have you gone mad or what?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I had a dizzy spell.

And that's why you knocked my head against the counter?

I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.

Look, some of it got on you, too.

Don't worry about it. I'll send it to the cleaners.

What will I serve your father now?

Just give him mine. It's the same.

Wait a second. I think I've got an idea. You know what? I'll do this one myself.

Tell me, why did you want me to say that I was a sow?

It's so crazy. Just... Try to forget the whole thing.

That's no way to treat a lady.

You've got to be gentle.

Kind.

Look at your father.

When he wants to get a little intimate with me, your father has me so

affectionately that it makes me feel very mean and selfish if I turn him

You see what I'm saying, Eduardo?

What a shitty building.

Good morning, Eduardo.

Like fuck it is. Go on, Countess. Go and see the great man who's waiting to fuck

you with his huge cock.

This is the protected zone. You have to pay to be here. This is a free beach.

Free to do what the fuck you want, but no one can go around breaking people's

balls. That's why I charge, for your protection, five bucks for couples and

double that for peeping tops.

Ah, so you're like the park supervisor.

A park supervisor is more like it. Come back here, Carlos.

You got nobody?

What do you mean?

Someone to pork with.

Oh.

There's my wife. I'm married. Even better, because wives love to be treated

sows. Where is she? I'm afraid that I've lost her.

Ah, she found herself another cock, huh?

Well,

you might say that. Come on. What do you mean?

I might say that.

Will you tell me or what? Go on, man.

Well, she cheated on me.

And that burns your ass, right?

Yeah, pretty much, even though I'm... Even though what?

Cursed be the fool who first intermingled things of love with things

Know who said that?

No idea.

No? A French poet called Baudelaire, and he was right.

Oh, really?

The fact is, you're a goddamn fool, and he really fucked you.

So what'll it be?

You paying or moving on?

I'll pay, I'll pay. Peeping Tom rate.

Have fun. I'm going to check things out down there.

You want some advice?

Don't go trying to find out what's going on with your wife.

You can live with lies, but the truth will kill you.

Amen.

Hello. Hi, am I bothering you?

Sylvia, no, not at all.

I'm happy you called.

You want to get together?

Of course, whenever you like.

How about some Chinese food?

Yeah, sounds pretty good, but I was hoping to see you before that. What are

doing right now?

Nothing in particular.

Why do you ask?

Well, I thought you might want to come and see the apartment upstairs.

Now? Well, I don't know. The notary's gone. There's nobody in there now.

What do you mean by that?

I just don't want you to get the wrong idea. I have to talk to you. So do I,

Sylvia.

So I'll be there in an hour.

That's good.

In an hour, then. See you.

One minute and a half to go for the Olympic.

0 -0 for Italy and Scotland.

Ranio is trying to get away, but he's stopped by the side of the ball.

And Bussi, now that he's behind him for a short course, starts his long throw

for the shot of Delta Di Irvi.

Then the conclusion is splendid, and the goal by Donadoni.

um

After your call, I thought about that time in Fagene.

Remember?

Of course.

That was the first time you spied on me.

At first, I had no idea you were on to me.

Why did you close the shutter that day?

Well... I was being discreet,

I suppose.

Idiot. I did what I was doing for you.

Want to know something?

What?

After you closed your shutters, I masturbated.

You never told me that.

The next day when we met, I had this strange feeling.

As though you and I had already made love.

Do you have more secrets?

On the phone you said you wanted to speak to me.

It's all over now.

Since when?

Since last night.

Did the two of you make love?

Yes and no.

Yeah, what do you mean yes and no?

Because we only went halfway.

You see, he wanted a blowjob and I did it, but I only did it because I wanted

make him happy.

Who is it?

Oh, no, Dodo. I warned you already.

Don't start getting funny ideas.

He's gone, and that's all there is to it.

Don't do it.

Why with him and not me?

It's different with you.

What's different about it?

The cock.

His has no face, no name, no story, and no love.

The cock of a stranger.

It wouldn't be like that with you.

Repeat that. What? Say cock.

Cock.

Like that?

Hmm?

You can take a picture of me if you want.

Go ahead. Take one.

You've got a heart on.

If your father had given us this apartment right away, lots of things

never have happened.

When did your affair start?

On our wedding day.

How?

Where?

In the house.

During the wedding reception.

We had a lot of guests, you recall.

And if you remember, the porter came up and said, to say that the police were

towing away some of the cattle cars.

He went downstairs.

And I went into our bedroom.

I looked

out the window and saw you arguing with the police.

Suddenly he came into the room.

He came at me from behind.

He grabbed me by the neck.

I couldn't turn around or defend myself.

He did it to me just like you wanted to a little while ago.

It was useless to come here.

There's no need to go on. Why do you say that?

Because we couldn't afford an apartment like this without your father's help.

So we're back where we started.

Where we started?

Yeah, we'd be dependent on him again.

And I won't go for it.

So what do you intend to do now?

We'll go back living together in the two rooms downstairs.

Isn't that why you left in the first place?

No, because I had another man in my life besides you. And I don't anymore.

We can move happily back in together just like before.

Me, you, and your father.

Let's go tell your father the good news.

Now, come on.

Let's go.

Thank you