All language subtitles for Nerosubianco (1969) - Movie 1

Who is in charge?

Who is in charge?

Who is in charge?

Then you really don't want to.

No.

I prefer to get around on my own. If you
want to, shall I come back later on?

But... Perhaps... I don't know.

Well... If you like.

Okay. All right, see you later. Bye,
Barbara.

Bye, Paolo.

I don't know. But then, who knows?

And what about violence?

And what about peace?

And what about love?

And what about hate?

And what about Vietnam?

And what about Mao?

And what about Karl Marx?

And what about Alan Seacrest? And what
about Ho Chi Minh?

And what about Nick Baxton?

And what about Che Guevara?

And what about Black Power?

And what about John Smith?

And what about Martin Luther King?

What about drugs?

And what about sex?

And what about movies?

And what about asking questions?

Dear friends, give us room to say and
sing.

Not of wars, but of all the happy things
that

surely happen in a world of

conflicting.

Left and right, to you we only bring

the better side,

the better side.

We used to speak from a heart that was a
fool.

It was silent.

It's addiction overruled.

Now we shout to love and not change.

It's our road, but for you it may seem
strange.

The better side,

the better side.

Look at them making love.

They're the better side.

Have they got no pride?

Dear friends, do you wish to criticize

the love that's here?

It's where the beauty lies.

And if you did,

Don't you think you'd be unwise?

Yes, you would.

Because inside you the soul cries.

The better side.

The better side.

Much talk this morning, latest killing.

Naked woman found slaughtered, tied
obscene position.

You can't even imagine what goes on
between the sexes.

Wasted half an hour imagining about it.

It's warm in here.

Swine. Him.

And me, then.

You know. Yeah.

A great society.

Bombs. Bullets. Bullshit.

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Erotic scenes.

Conflict between.

Chastity you read.

Subconsciously is your desire.

Although you won't believe it.

But the truth is plain to see.

Then why try to hide it? The truth is
hard to hide.

Why try to disguise it? The truth is
plain to see.

For other people's pleasure Just as much
as you believe

The trees are made of leather Reality is
storming

through the channels of this myth But
the truth is plain to see Then why try

hide it? The truth is hard to hide Why
try to disguise it? The truth is plain

see

Your pleasure looks on earnestly while
dancing

with desire who spins around with tight
-lipped smiles.

She knows full well why silhouettes
appear.

To display the sea

But Harvey?

Who's in charge?

Hello.

Give her a rinse. Will you could you
take care of this old cow for me dear?

sure

He turned your back, she'll read your
mail.

Oh.

Cow for a wife.

What a crazy conception.

Numb. What do you feel?

Cold. Where?

Here. Here?

Yes, here, here, here.

If I could turn you on, if I could drive
you out of your wretched mind, if I

could tell you, I would let you know.

Something like a dream.

Sure that if in spite of by chance when
one

is alone shut up at home encased only if
who knows

but who could

lock

the door wash the dishes feed the cat

Why did she buy that thing when he
needed a new hat?

Oh, forget it now.

Put it out just like the sun. Don't let
it come between our

relation, between our relation, between
our relation.

the fire says it really needs more wood
she replies I call my dear

message understood then hand in hand
they again become

as one two people sign to their relation
to

their relation just one more relation

of fate a thing they've been waiting for
all their lives

do they realize it must go on endlessly

every day every night or it just dies

face

to face The relation is so real.

Second thoughts pass through her mind.

The ideal.

Then the moon slips down behind the
cloud to run and burn the light she saw.

In their relation.

In their relation.

In their relation.

Now she knows she could be just like the
moon and throw his world

into the dark every day from noon to
noon.

On a minded stay, it's just an endless
temptation. It must not come

between their relation, between their
relation,

between their relation.

just one more relation just one more
relation one more

relation one more relation one more
relation just

one more

I've got something to tell you.

What?

What? What do you want?

Who? You.

Me?

Yes.

Put a tiger in your tank.

Second TV newscast.

Married woman alone at home.

woken at dawn by masked man near bed
gagged blindfolded wrapped in sheet

tightly bound pushed into a sack with
sexual parts exposed tortured

moans whispers must have enjoyed herself
after all broom

handle thrust in heard on a spit

Dreamt of two policemen, thrown in cell,
sniggering,

stripped naked, forced to submit.

Both of them, in turn, beautiful,

hot, plummeting.

But one looked just like that.

Six.

My problem is that every so often while
doing chin -ups, I have an orgasm.

This prevents me from finishing my
workout.

But after relaxing in the hot room, I
seem to feel better than ever.

Nevertheless, there are physical and
moral implications which I'd like to

cleared up.

One, is this physically harmful?

Two, since I usually know it's going to
happen and continue the chin -ups

anyway, Would the Catholic Church
consider this masturbation, and

sin? The medium is the massage.

That is the message.

Who knows why people who are afraid of
pubic hairs are the same people who hate

Negroes, Jews, homosexuals, beatniks,
and hippies.

A sound mind in a sound

body.

So the proverb said.

Now wisdom is for everyone.

And so it should be read.

who believe in the words of long ago

simple handed down

that stands the test of time releases

all into the mist and her mind

A childhood reflection from a child.

Have you got a pussy?

Remember, innocent child, that sex is a
sin.

Whoever indulges in it, whoever deals in
it, will not rise to heaven, but will

be condemned to hell.

Love Tunnel, come on.

All you need is love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is
love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is
love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is
love.

Love Tunnel, come on. All you need is
love.

Love Tunnel, come on, all you need is
love.

Love Tunnel, come on, all you need is
love. What is Love Commune?

The Love Commune is an anarchistic
organization without any authorities or

hangers.

Have a laugh, have a joke, run around in
our smoke.

We are free, a company.

You try to lead, we say no.

We don't get overwrought. What's the
point?

Life's too short. You can keep all your
laws, but for us,

we say no.

We just try to change the life we live.

Kill yourselves, fight the waves in your
books.

We say no.

You return battle worn in your torn
uniform.

It's a post that arose.

You're fighting love.

We say no.

Watch Forbidden's release.

And permit love without a fuss

But

you stick to your pride Carry on, we
don't mind But

when you try to push us out We have to
shout, we say no

And we say, no!

To encourage people to make love is
forbidden because it's dangerous.

But it's not forbidden, even though more
dangerous, to encourage them to make

war.

So from this moment, the dangerous and
forbidden pictures of love scenes will

substituted by pictures dangerous but
not forbidden of war scenes.

Pornography of violence.

Numerous incidents of sexually
orientated torture were reported in the

women. The torturers shove as many
fingers as possible or an object into

vagina and twist and tear brutally.

This is also done with the anus. A tube
is inserted into the anus and water

driven into the prisoner under very high
pressure.

In the case of men, beatings on the
genitals with long, thin sandbags have

frequently been reported.

One trade unionist was beaten so much
that a testicle was driven up into his

body.

You are going to hear the sound of
what's humming round the town.

In observation, you can see the
difference.

Colored people in the sky, others
passing by.

Look down.

at the sky it's like a fire you take
this you

won't miss you're running round in
circles trying to find your mind

something trying to push you on and it's
coming from the

past hope to be among the people in the
clouds

Thank you.

See the people in another light The
multicolors merge to one

And it plays upon your brain Angry faces
stare

at you from everywhere Underneath their
cloaks they hide They

are terrified Insane

Against race, fight goes on.

168 Saigon show proved the medium wasn't
the message.

Crazy. Your body is weak.

You wish you could sleep.

The troubles get worse.

No one will stand.

People around.

Better than you. You sit on your bed.

Your face in your hand.

When did you start to decline? When did
you

lose peace of mind?

When you're feeling that way.

Rush into the grave.

The things that deceive, put them on the
ground.

Now, it doesn't depend on parents or
friends. Start having some

fun.

Go play in the sun.

Go play in the sun.

Making love is a purely physical act.

Let's look at it through the microscope.

It is an insignificant act, wholly
devoid of morality.

So don't sit around, get off the ground,
just look inside.

And then you'll find That we disappear
And

so will your fear The tension inside
Will

start to unwind Now

Like a dream.

Hello, hello. Here are grey forces
speaking.

The grey forces are preparing to defend
the capital against the rumoured

Biazalung spring offensive expected to
come with the warmer weather.

General Callaghan has requested extra
troops to combat the National Liberation

Front of the mind.

After a quiet winter of preparation, the
Viet Saloon are to be seen more and

more frequently in the streets and parts
of London.

It is believed that they have had an
amazingly successful recruiting drive

the last few months and have increased
their forces by hundreds of thousands.

The Viet Saloon are believed to have
developed second weapons capable of

their greatest mind.

Search and destroy.

Despite continuous search and destroy
sorties, Carried out by great forces,

left Earth to force the Byatzloons
underground.

They have no known leader, except the
legendary Saga, a beautiful new goddess

who is rumored to live in an enchanted
forest in the vicinity of Amphapset

Unidentified flying objects have been
seen in the area recently which got way

the rumor.

Dreamt of knives, pencils, umbrellas.

Dreamt I was about to cross a street,
car coming down on me on purpose.

Saw me.

Could have missed me.

Instead, no.

Dreamt of squeezed oranges, mincemeat,
crumbled cars, wholesale goods, drained,

bone dry.

Dreamt. Was frightened.

pictures. He forgot your pictures.

Here, take a look.

Take a look.

Please.

Catch it. There. Stop him. Crap. Try.

Give it to him. Come on. Go.

Quick. Come on.

Scram. He'll see, nigger. Get him.

Just a whisper of a panty with no crotch
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What savages?

Savage, that white coward murderer.

She was probably one of them, and he was
her pimp.

Well, who knows why?

Who knows why I always hate blood?

If one could do what one likes without
limits, taboos, fear, things like that.

Here, always the same. Here, look, a
hangman.

Here lived Karl Maas, who was... But who
knows?

And that outraged, raped, murdered,
another sexual fact.

Everything like this, all sex exhibited,
exploited, all forbidden.

Has to be all forbidden.

Everything forbidden.

Otherwise, goodbye to speculation.

Goodbye business.

The whole thing, industry.

Even sex like any other. Even more
important than another. Than all the

The others have to rely on sex too to
sell their goods. All advertising based

sex. With sex you sell everything.

All sex. Only sex.

Misery. Sad.

about nothing else.

So they're good, and they do what they
have to. All very proper. They're a

proper job.

Just like Paolo. Always efficient,
symmetrical, on the ball. They're here.

Yes,

I think.

Yes, of course it's here.

I'd like to know the physical dangers,
if any, for the passive partner in anal

intercourse. I enjoyed the experience
very much.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Good show in London.

Good show in London.

Some beautiful girls, non -stop.

Like at home, when I left a fellow in
the house opposite across the way,

watching, peeping, while I undressed.

I knew he was poised behind his window.

I'd seen him sometimes.

Maybe he even took some photos of me.

But I enjoyed myself tantalising him,
and it excited me, like the nights when

left the light on and Paolo wanted to
close the curtains.

No, I said, it's no use. It's hot.

No one's around.

Well, all the time I knew that fellow
must have been by the window of the

opposite house.

But Paolo didn't want it. He wanted
silence, darkness, mystery.

He always wants silence, darkness,
mystery.

But what mystery?

That's the whole trick.

They invent mystery where there isn't
any.

This is their great discovery.

Keep everything hidden.

Everyone in the dark.

so the mystery breathes mystery and
fear.

But instead, no. Bloody hell, air,
lights on, open window. No mystery, no

Once in a week. It's really a little
thing, only on Saturday night.

But Paolo is always so efficient,
symmetrical, diligent, only on Saturday

And meanwhile, I was getting undressed
very slowly, and even excited.

And Paolo was excited.

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And so we started making it on the bed,
and Paolo did it and I did it, without

fear, without mystery, etc., etc.

And when we had almost got to the best
bit, then tick, I switched off the light

and talked.

But what is he doing?

Stupid. What an approach.

Oh, well, one approach is as good as
another.

Like dancing.

Come on, move. Let's go. One, two,
three.

Stupid. But if, for example, I walked
without a skirt, why not? Let's see,

of all, quiet.

And then one, don't look back. Two, go
on walking. Three, don't wiggle. Four,

it's time for decision.

Five, even Paolo tells me. Six, well,
what's wrong with that? Seven, I made

that. Eight, I can walk only like that.

Nine, there's nothing. Ten, to be
ashamed of, I'm sure.

Eleven, that my bottom. Twelve, is
nothing at all. Thirteen, to hide.

Fourteen, but surely, of course,
fifteen, but also in front. Sixteen, I'd

to be seen. Seventeen, naked.

Eighteen, to see.

Nineteen, look in his face. Twenty,
everybody says. Twenty -one, that I've

got... beautiful breath 22 when i jumped
in 23 either i run 24 i dance 25 they

also dance beautifully 26 it's not a lie
27 and then 28 who are they 29 don't

know 30 and 131 really i don't know

He still doesn't understand.

My fault, I've dragged on for too long.
Now stop.

Yes, but if then there are consequences,
complications.

Think of Paolo's face if I give him a
little negro.

By the way, what's the date today?

The 7th. Last month I got it on the
17th. This time, just wait, it'll come

the 13th.

Sunday's the 8th, Monday the 9th,
Tuesday 10th, Wednesday 11th, Thursday

Friday 13th. We'll already be back in
Rome.

Why then, considering I'm here, don't I
take advantage of it?

Why not the pill or something else?

Yes, so I won't have all this worry
about pregnancy.

No doubt at all. Freedom to have
children when you want to, only if you

For a woman, real freedom.

Just this.

Only then you can do it when you want
to, as you want to, where you want to,

with whoever you want to. Oh yes, I'll
go in. In some way I'll make them

understand.

Now I'm ashamed, ashamed, ashamed.

If I knew I had to be fitted, I wouldn't
have come in.

Run away.

What a fool I made of myself.

Anyway, I'm here. I'll stay.

And then what's up? He's a doctor, just
a doctor. So stop.

I'm ridiculous, stupid, ridiculous.

Think of other things.

Be indifferent, look nonchalant,
emancipated, used to such things.

Yes, as though he wouldn't understand
that it makes me laugh.

I'm nervous, hysterical, an idiot.

Of course it's a very useful thing.
Nothing to say, simple, plain, quick.

You just go in and ask.

No appointment?

What appointment?

If you make an appointment, then at the
last minute you think it over and you

don't do anything.

So instead, come on, let's go.

In and out.

Without thinking a lot.

And now what's he doing?

He's putting on contraceptive fingers.

Why? Don't know.

Perhaps not to leave fingerprints.

What a fool I am. Like a murderer.

Well, of course.

Really, I say.

I think he's got a murderous face.

If he really were a sexual maniac, yes.

Yes, like that one scene in the park.

Outraged, raped, murdered Italian woman
found strangled Hyde Park.

Fine title. Like the one read yesterday.

Hotel waitress found strangled,
tortured.

Looked like she'd been kept prisoner for
weeks.

Outraged every day a bit. Her pussy full
of dead cigarette butts spouted out

inside. Even the other one who was
following me looked like a murderer.

Grabbed, caressed, slammed, strangled,
cut up.

After all, what's a cat?

What is it? Just a cat.

And now what's he doing? He excites me.
I get excited. Oh, God, I cry. Oh, God.

I know the wound must be dilated like
when I am excited.

Otherwise, it's no use.

I know the size doesn't correspond.

Oh, God, Paolo, Paolo. Yes, if I think
of Paolo.

Paolo, Paolo.

But with Paolo, I don't always get
excited. Only a bit.

Sometimes, not even a bit.

That's because he's always so
symmetrical, proper, regular.

He doesn't care at all about me.
Certainly, anyway, I'd like to try the

one. With the Negro, yes. With him
waiting for me outside, inside.

Yes, inside. Yes.

Paolo, no.

Paolo, yes.

Paolo, no.

Paolo, yes. Paolo, yes.

Yes, yes.

Forbidden.

Okay. Number 65.

Still here. Okay, he understood.

I understood.

Just an attraction.

Yes, an attraction.

Stronger, different. To try, see, dare,
do what is always believed to be

forbidden.

No. Don't move yet.

Wait.

Well, now you can go.

Now you are free.

Now you are ready.

Didn't you know that your misty eyes
haven't seen?

They've been telling lies and dreams for

so long.

But now you be...

You summarize all the dreams

that have...

ocean swelling seas of so much devotion
saying

please for so long

you've never known which way

to swim on which way

Let's summarize the morals of the game.

Why

don't you

relax, unwind, unbend?

If from this tale you think that there's
no moral...

Anything and everything they want to do.

Roll down the mat and don't be vexed.

Let's tell the truth that's not complex.

Anyway, I'm too gentle with you.

Any shame of any kind Now you realize
That it's best to walk your

mind With you With you With you

With you With you I want to run Hand

in hand across the seas I waited by the
pan Standing on the key

It has been established that the average
length of erection is 5 inches and that

the average number of strokes required
to complete the operation is 75.

Therefore, 300 inches are slipping in
and out, out of 14

,467 ,000 women each night.

In other words, the nightly ration is...

4 ,062 ,867 ,000 inches.

And that's an awful lot of Peter.

The point of the issue is, am I getting
my share?