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"The monster is with us, perhaps it is us..."

"...or our bad conscience!"

"Death is beautiful, death is the calm after the storm..."

"... death is my friend, death is death."

"Long live death."

But I... I can't dance.

- Angelo, you're late. - So what?

I was worried. Where were you?

None of your business.

At least you remembered to bring me the dried prunes.

Don't treat me this way.

Shut up! You're more dead than alive and you really have no say in the matter.

You should find a nice girl to marry,

so that I can die in peace.

My prunes! Why are you treating me like that? You know I need you.

All the more reason for you to stop getting on my nerves.

And to think that I brought you in this world. Angelo please, give me my drops.

They're in the drawer. Please, give me my drops.

Angelo, they're in the drawer, hurry.

Hurry Angelo!

Hurry, I'm not feeling well, please.

Hurry Angelo!

What? What are you doing?

I'm begging you, forgive me!

Maybe I exaggerated, I'm so ill.

Help! Help!

Mom!

My brother went to call the doctor, but it was too late.

Angelo, could you please check on the baby?

The funeral went well, the agency did a fine job.

Me, Matilde and the baby will be leaving soon.

You know, my work...

There's not much we can do here.

- What's wrong? Why is the baby crying? - I wish I knew.

It's probably some bellyache, or he's just being capricious.

Let's leave him alone, he'll calm down.

Heart insufficiency, the doctor confirmed it.

It was to be expected.

It was her destiny.

No, it's not true, tell me it's not true.

- Mom is still among us. - Be strong.

The only thing we can do for her now is pray for her soul.

You don't waste your time with formalities.

Evidently you don't have a particular destination.

I'm Angelo, I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa...

... and I'm 20 years old.

"The weather is not nice, it's raining, everything is sad and crying."

It's sunny and hot enough to fry an egg. Ah, perhaps you're a poet.

In any case, those verses are very interesting.

My friend Jenny, she also says that I'm a poet.

Who is this Jenny? A poetess?

My friend Jenny? My friend Jenny doesn't exist.

She's imaginary and sooner or later...

Don't listen to what I'm saying, I'm just joking.

Where are you going? I have nowhere to sleep tonight.

If your wife isn't a pain in the ass, I'll gladly spend the night at your house.

I see you come straight to the point.

You certainly seem to know your own mind, but I'm convinced that it's just a facade,...

... only a seeming resoluteness.

Excuse me, do I look like a digression to you?

As you can see, I have a luxurious car, and I'm sure you've figured that I'm not poor.

I don't have a wife, and I can put you up at my place.

- And I'm not a faggot. - Are you trying to cover your ass?

- Welcome home sir. - Hi Giuditta. Is Valeria in?

Yes, she's in her room.

- Who's Valeria? - My daughter.

You said you didn't have a wife.

That's right, I'm a widower and my daughter lives with me.

Come on.

Make yourself comfortable, I'll check on my daughter.

Valeria! Valeria! Come on, open the door, it's me.

I'm back, I have a nice surprise for you.

Valeria, what's got into you?

Will you open the door?

Little Valeria, are you feeling ill?

Answer me!

I'll break the door down. I'll do it!

- What's got into you? - Is anything the matter?

- Yes, I'd say so. - You really have that impression?

Listen Valeria, in my opinion you're not well.

That's just a false impression that you created yourself.

I see, what we need here is professional help. I'll call dr. Silvi the psychologist.

You bastard, go fuck yourself.

This doesn't end here, you better watch your back.

Now come downstairs, we have a guest. And behave yourself.

I don't want you to make a bad impression, understood?

Here we are.

Valeria, I present you Angelo. Tonight he's staying with us.

Angelo, this is my daughter.

Well, have you forgotten how to use words?

I'm going to take a shower, you get to know each other.

Who the fuck are you? What do you want?

I'm a hitch-hiker. Do you like hitch hiking?

I don't have the courage to do it. I can't just get in a stranger's car.

I find it exciting.

When someone gives me a lift I have an orgasm.

- What's an orgasm? - Something that frigid women never feel.

- You know, my mother adored making love. - You don't say!

When I was little, I spied on my parents through the keyhole when they were in bed.

- Really? - She was coming again and again and she always wanted more.

And I was crying and crying.

The last time I cried was a couple of nights ago...

... when they announced on tv that the scheduled film would not be transmitted.

I never watch tv, I prefer thinking.

- Thinking about what? - About when I'll leave this place.

- And where will you go? - To the mailman's place. - Ah, I get it.

- How did you understand? - Certain things are easy to perceive, they're in the air.

That bastard used to come every time my father was away.

That disgusting man only wanted to fuck my mother...

... and he was doing it in such a savage, animal-like way, that I...

I'm glad to see you've broken the ice.

- No more, thank you. - Tomorrow morning I must leave again.

You're always away, leaving me to rot in this god forsaken place.

Business is business.

It's my job that allows you to enjoy a high standard of living.

You call this living? There's nothing to do in this gilded cage.

I need to live, to be in contact with people,...

... to experience things.

You have everything.

I wish I had, when I was your age, all the things you have thanks to my job.

What I need is affection, but you can't buy it. I feel sorry for you.

- It's not for sale. - You don't get it!

Do you think I have a wanderlust and I enjoy neglecting you?

- I sacrifice myself to give you a future. - Stop it, you're boring me.

Speaking of boredom, the film they transmitted the other night was very tedious.

- Are you comfortable in this room? - Very.

I hope the mattress is as soft as you like it.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Ah, thanks for everything.

You'll soon have a chance to repay me.

Goodnight.

Angelo could stay here until I return.

- He can keep you company. - Great idea.

- I accept. - But daddy...

Angelo is a bright young man. You'll have a good time together.

- I'm certain of it. - I wanted to be alone.

Don't insist Valeria. It's for your own good.

You'll thank me for that.

Now I'm leaving. I'm late for work.

See you soon.

You're a turd.

That boy is just what is needed to shake my daughter out of her torpor.

- See you soon Giuditta. - Have a nice trip.

You forgot this.

What is that? The prelude?

I finished earlier than anticipated.

I couldn't believe that I closed the deal so quickly.

My little girl will be pleased.

- Where's she? - How should I know? I'm not her nanny.

- Anyway, I think she's out. - And Giuditta? - She's gone shopping.

Can you take my luggage?

Who do you think you're talking to? I'm not a porter!

And don't you dare to insult me like that again.

Leave me!

Leave me!

- Mister Roberto! - I'll take care of her.

- Go and clean that room. - Only my bosses can give me orders.

- I said go! - Don't you take that tone with me.

- Go in there. - You're not the one who commands here.

- And now leave me alone. - Giuditta do as he says.

Valeria I saw mister Roberto's car in the garden.

- Where is he now? - Don't worry about that. Go in there.

Why did you lock? I want to come out, open up.

Now we have to get rid of her, too.

What's going on? Open the door! Have you gone mad?

- Listen to her, that pain in the ass. - She doesn't know what's coming to her.

Help, open up!

Daddy is in the bathroom, he's ill. Come, we must help him. Hurry!

I don't understand anything anymore.

- There's no one here. - We are here. Aren't we enough?

What are you playing at? I still don't understand.

There's nothing to understand, you only have to suffer.

Have you gone mad? What are you going to do to me?

Keep calm.

We just want to wash your face.

Just a minute! Stay still.

Down!

- Suffering's a bit like having an orgasm. - And this position must have been fatal for her.

You've been really great.

- Come here. - Catch me.

- I got you. - Let me go.

Come here.

Hi.

- Can we play? - Sure, the more the merrier.

- I'm Patrizia and he's Giulio. - She's Valeria and I'm Angelo.

Ok, let's do boys vs girls. Agreed?

- Come on, let's show them what we're made of. - Right.

- Wait. - We'll wipe them out.

- Ready? - Go. - Go!

- Go, go! - We're unbeatable.

Come on!

- Come on! - Hit it!

You must be more careful with your defense.

- I'm doing my best. - Okay.

- Come on! - Pass the ball!

Come on!

- We're 7 to 4. - Go on.

Guys, I'm famished. Shall we go and grab a bite?

- Yes. - We wouldn't want to intrude. - Are you serious?

There's a place we know of, that I think we can all afford.

- What do you say? - Let's go, I like them.

I think we'll have a good time together.

- Naturally we'll split the bill. - Of course.

- Of course. - We don't care about formalities.

Good then, let's go.

- Come on. - Ok.

- Hey, there's no one here. - It's closed.

- No problem. Do you have a hairpin? - You don't have any?

- I'm afraid not. - Patrizia always has some on her.

- Let's hope this works. - Well?

Voila!

It's dark. Turn on the lights.

- Here you go. - Set the table, I'll be right back.

- It's nice here. - Everything's on the house.

Ah, here's the tablecloth.

Let's put the chairs down.

Catch!

- Lay the tablecloth nicely. - Hey, here are the provisions.

This is mine.

- It's good. - I'll be right back, wait for me.

Have a bite of this meat. Excellent, right?

You're really hungry, aren't you?

- Good. - This meat is fantastic. - Seems you haven't eaten for weeks.

You were really starving! You wouldn't have a tapeworm now, would you?

Can't you see that this meat is for dogs?

Great, spit it out now! Spit it, spit it.

Let's make a toast. A little wine never hurt anyone.

- Let's all have some. - A big "fuck you" to our enemies!

Evviva !

Cin cin !

I like these kids.

Wait, behave yourselves.

What's he doing?

Now then, one, two, three...

Coming here was a great idea.

- Sure, but we can have even more fun. - Let's play a game.

Why not?

You tie me and Patrizia up and then we switch couples...

... and the couple that takes more time to free themselves will have to pay a price.

- Sounds good to me. - Great. I'm in.

- How do you feel all tied up? - It's fun, you'll see.

- Little idiot! - It's your turn dear.

Come on, spill it.

- Have you lost your minds? - What are you doing?

Goodbye.

Hey, but that's gasoline!

That's gasoline!

- Help! - Help!

- My God, Corrado. - What happened madam?

- Did you see a man with a fife in his hand? - No, why?

He's a mental patient, he escaped from a nearby clinic.

- I was supposed to keep an eye on him. - We didn't see anyone.

He must have passed from here, I shouldn't have let my guard down.

- Is he dangerous? - Yes, to himself and to others.

I hope nothing bad happened to him.

He must be nearby.

- Please help me look for him. - I'll help you. Let's go.

- You are Corrado, right? - How do you know my name?

A little angel told me.

Then he must have also told you that I'm playing a joke on Ines.

Sure he did! But every good joke mustn't overstay it's wellcome.

You scare me. You are bad, you are evil, death.

- I can feel it, you are... - What are you talking about?

I will die, you will die, everyone will die.

- It's soil, it's dust. - You're a strange man.

So I'm strange? And you're the one who's saying it?

I think that the tv shows you watch at the clinic have influenced you badly.

They should forbid certain shows...

... that could damage your psyche.

You speak with difficult words. When I was little I wanted to be a musician doctor.

I have everything. The instrument for measuring pressure, the stethoscope...

- Come here, I'll give you a candy. - No.

- Come on! - No!

- Don't you trust me? - No.

You're crazy. If the nurse could see you, she would give you an injection.

Where could my colleague be now?

She went with a friend of mine to look for the patient.

- They don't know that... - How could this have happened?

These things should never happen.

How unfortunate! A human life snapped like a fragile branch.

That means trouble for me. They'll probably fire me, I'm the head nurse.

On this earth we're nothing. We're in the hands of our Lord.

We can only accept His will.

Still, sometimes the Allmighty can be unjust.

So many criminals at large and He had to take a poor innocent man.

I really didn't need that. All the shitty things happen to me.

Unfortunately weed always thrives.

God only takes the most beautiful flowers, the uncontaminated ones.

At least we have our faith and that's our only hope.

It's late, I'm leaving.

Now what do I say to the hairdresser's sister-in-law...

... and to minister Scapeti's wife?

It's unbelievable, there's nothing sacred anymore.

Of all the places he had to die here?

As if that wasn't enough my stocking is fraying.

At any rate, there's nothing to do here anymore.

You're very nice kids. I like you.

I adore young people and I love being in their company.

Maybe because I feel a bit younger myself.

But madam, you're just as young as we are.

I wish I was, but unfortunately I'm a bit older than you.

It's the spirit that counts.

It's rare to meet such a delightful person as you.

Talking to you has been a real pleasure.

We hope that we can do it again, the sooner the better.

Maybe in another place, more intimate, more cosy.

Maybe in my house.

"Through me is the way into the woeful city; through me is the way into eternal woe;"

"...through me is the way among the lost people."

"Justice moved my lofty maker: the divine Power,..."

"...the supreme Wisdom and the primal Love made me."

"Before me were no things created, unless eternal, and I eternal last."

"Leave every hope, ye who enter!"

Dante, Dante, Dante ! Dante is one of my passions.

Congratulations, this house has been decorated with finesse.

- It's very special. - You're right. It's special, just like I am.

Please take a seat while I prepare the tea.

I'm always having tea at this time. Are you engaged to each other?

No, just fellow travellers.

- What's your destination? - Wherever the wind will take us.

- Do you use deodorants for the armpits? - No.

Splendid, I'm a champion for filth.

If the hygienic habits have changed, it's because of advertising.

How true!

It's refreshing to hear this from two young people such as you.

Evidently we share the same opinion on many subjects.

You know why? Because certain values have not been lost yet.

Another question: How do you clean the hair brush?

Come on, confess. I need to know so I can evaluate you better.

- I clean it with alcohol. - What? Ah no, that's not good.

- And you? - Me? - Yes. - I leave it to soak for 24 hours.

Then with a comb I remove all the hair.

- Disgusting. - Then I pour disinfectant over it.

- Then? - Then water and soap and I let it dry.

How shameful, how horrible, what you must use is bran...

... mixed with brewer's yeast.

Brewer's yeast, before and after meals,...

... reduces the escape of intestinal gasses.

I use it extensively.

- We didn't know. - We're sorry. - There are always new things to learn in life.

You're excused, since you're not really experienced.

Forgive my intrusiveness, but I want to know every little detail about you.

From the details you can have a complete picture of someone.

After all... "I protect myself from my enemies, I hope that God protects me from my friends".

That's what my poor mother used to say.

Truer words were never spoken.

We live in terrible times.

You can't trust anyone anymore.

Everywhere there's sadism, violence, wickedness.

My God what a world!

We live in a world of hyenas, jackals, serpents and piranhas.

But I'm the kind of person who's moved by the sight of a flower...

... and I can lose myself in the perfume of uncontaminated nature.

There should be more people like you.

I'm not yet married but I take pride in my honesty...

... and in my soul's purity.

By the way, over there there's the bedroom...

... wanna have a look?

We could play a little with each other...

... just for laughs.

We will offer at the marquess some special moments ...

... some different sensations.

I must say that I like strange things.

We had it figured out. Don't worry, you'll see we're up to your expectations.

We'll do our best to satisfy your needs.

- And you? - Certainly, we'll do our best.

I hope so, but I must warn you, my tastes are refined.

Ah, you've been marvelous!

You'll see, you'll be rewarded.

Come here you pretty brunette.

Beautiful. Why did that ugly man leave you alone with me?

Darling, let's do it again.

What nice long thighs!

Hey, what are you doing?

What have you done you moron, that thing cost me an arm and a leg!

- Watch your mouth you ugly bitch! - "Ugly bitch" me?

- I'll smash your face! - It's unbelievable, she's got the nerve to call me a "moron" !

No, no, no, no !

I think that the old bitch is still sleeping.

And she won't be waking up anytime soon.

- Hers is a long sleep. - I'd say an unending one.

Yes, that's the one.

Look at that guy.

Finally he made up his mind.

- Damn, still nothing. - When does it pass? - Never.

Look, evidently he didn't like the movie.

The bus, let's go.

Hey! Have a look.

- Look how much. - Poor marquess.

Nowadays there's no place for people as sensitive as her.

You're right.

A little help please.

Thank you.

A little help please.

Thank you madam. Oh...

Thank you madam.

Take it.

You want it?

Thank you.

No, no.

- Money! - It's mine, I saw it first.

Leave it, it's mine!

Mine.

Can I have a can of peas please?

Come on.

Not those, give me the bigger ones over there.

Also a jar of pickled cucumbers, thanks.

Go on then, do it.

Newsflash.

Mystery surrounds the case of the poisoned tomato puree cans.

Entire families have been exterminated.

Psychosis has spread among the consumers causing a slump in sales.

Meanwhile the dead of the vile attack at the cinema are now 52.

The wounded have been hospitalised, almost all in grave conditions,...

... in the various wards of the city hospital.

The powerful explosive, hidden in a bag,...

... has left very few spectators unharmed.

The police are investigating the attack.

Road blocks everywhere and full scale searches in the entire city.

The people are expressing their indignation...

... while the authorities are sending messages of condolences for the victims' relatives.

Responsibility for the attack has been claimed via anonymous phone calls...

... by the self-styled Revolutionary Group for a Better World.

- Yes, hello. - Is the marquess in?

No she's not here, who are you?

I'm Bice, her next door neighbour. I haven't seen her for a while and I was worried about her.

- Is she ill? - She's fine where she is.

Don't worry, goodbye.

- Excuse me, but who are you? - We're the marquess' nephews.

She's on a journey and we're looking after the house.

- With all the ill-intentioned people around... - Exactly.

- I didn't know she had any nephews. - Now you know.

We're distant relatives, thanks for your concern and goodbye.

Wait, the other day I heard some strange noises...

We didn't hear anything, isn't that right?

- Perhaps, but I'm not convinced. - Fine, goodnight.

Where exactly has the marquess gone to?

She went for a facelift. She'll be soon out of the hospital.

Please be discreet, you know how these things are.

- I'll only tell the concierge and Mrs De Camilis. - Thank you.

Finally!

Those two are hiding something.

It's strange, something fishy is going on.

- Even Mrs De Camilis thinks so. - If she thinks so...

- Anyway, better not meddle. - Certainly miss.

You know how discreet I am, I certainly won't blurt anything out to the police.

This bench is exactly what we needed.

- We have been walking for the entire day. - I'm tired.

Hey look who's here.

Mister excuse me, my girlfriend isn't feeling well.

- Could you accompany us to the hospital please? - Certainly.

Thanks a million, you're very kind.

I'm already feeling better. Who knows what was it?

The pain has stopped. There's no need for the hospital anymore.

It would be better to go all the same, as a precaution.

Ah no, like a good southerner I'm knocking on wood.

And scratching my balls...

There's no need to worry, I propose this:

... since you've been so kind and we toubled you for nothing...

... why don't you come to our place so we can offer you a drink?

Great idea, we'll drink to Valeria's recovery.

Why not?

I'm a secondary school teacher, but I had to go through hell to get the job:...

... examinations, lists, qualification evaluations...

- It never ends. - You feel accomplished?

My dream was a different one...

... but the pressuring of my family, my friends who thought I was crazy...

... the neighbours who were giving me weird looks...

Well, yes, because I wanted to be an actor.

So in the end you had to make do with being a teacher...

... waiting for your monthly salary.

You weren't strong enough. You shouldn't have let them decide for you.

You should have taken a stand on it.

It's easy to speak when you haven't lived through certain situations.

Anyway I haven't given up acting.

I do it every day on the stage of the theater of life.

We had already guessed so.

- Miss can I make a call? - Of course.

Police, something strange is going on in marquess Aggiunta's place.

She disappeared two days ago...

... and also in her house there are two suspicious types.

Never seen them before. One night I saw them carrying a black sack.

You must get to the bottom of this, come and have a look.

Yes, in Cyclamen street.

Say that you love it, you dirty pig.

Come on!

You love it, don't you?

That's what "dying of love" means.

I can't take it anymore. What kind of game is that?

In this world, everyone has fun with what he can...

... and you, it seems you're having fun with bombs.

Stop this comedy.

This is not a comedy, it's a tragedy.

We're giving you a chance to demonstrate your artistic talent.

Zip him. The rehearsal is over.

You disgust me. You're neurotic, frustrated, dangerous.

You wanted to go down in History and so you've chosen violence, huh?

You needed to feel fulfilled.

Your way of feeling important.

But he's no different than us.

Exactly.

That's why we can't allow any competition.

- We have to eliminate you. - What?

- You've read my mind. - No!

We could give him a nice service. What do you say?

- Come on then, let the show begin. - Right.

- So is it ok with you? - No!

Now we'll cut his balls off and then you take care of the rest.

- Doesn't that sound good? - No!

Open up, police.

Open up or we'll break the door down.

Angelo, Angelo.

Angelo!

Oh my God!

- Doctor? - He'll probably make it.

The prognosis is uncertain for the moment, but you need to be patient.

Thank heavens. When can I expect concrete news?

When he's out of the coma. We did notice an improvement though.

- After all, an overdose isn't something to joke about. - Thank you.

Madam, how's Angelo doing?

His condition is still grave, but it's improving.

I just spoke to the doctor.

- That means that the worst has passed. - Let's hope so.

- What's important is that your son gets back home. - We hope for the best.

Be strong. You can count on us and his other friends from the university.

- Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye madam.

So our future psychologist is on the right track.

I can't wait to get out of here.

Doctor thank you. My son owes you his life.

He was lucky that you returned home that night earlier.

Right, otherwise...

Please don't do another experiment like that anymore, it could kill you.

He will finish his thesis aided only by his books.

Isn't that so, dear?

- Hey, welcome among the living. - Hi.

Everything all right? Doctor Jekyll, everything ok?

The worst has passed. I'm returning to everyday life.

You must be mad. How did you even think of doing such an experiment?

It's true that you've always been conscientious, but to this point...

- Who would take such a risk for their thesis? - Don't you start too.

It's not good at all.

In this thesis there are still many points that need expanding on, others a total revision...

But I've been working on it for a year and a half... and believe me, with great zeal.

I believe you, but this thesis doesn't convince me.

You need to work on it for many more months and do a more thorough research.

But I must have my degree, you know that.

I have finished the exams since months, I can't lose any more time.

I don't see how you can graduate neither this, nor the next semester.

What do I do? I've made plans, I'm risking to ruin everything.

You'll graduate only when your thesis is perfect.

I can't lose face! Everybody knows that I'm very demanding!

But professor Cremona, isn't there any way I can persuade you?

- Couldn't you think of something? - Are you trying to bribe me?

Know that I don't accept presents for granting a degree.

That's against my moral principles.

Maybe I phrased it wrong, I didn't mean...

I was only asking for advice. There must be a way to improve my thesis.

- Please tell me. - Well, in fact yes.

Now that I think of it, if you're willing there is a way.

- I understand you're about to complete your thesis. - Yes, it seems that this is it.

Professor Cremona has given her approval to the last chapters...

... and I should be finishing it soon.

What can you tell me about your experience with drugs?

It's all repressed now. I've forgotten everything.

You had the courage to inject yourself with that stuff just for your thesis.

But hasn't anything remained inside you?

Nothing. I returned to who I was before, as you can see.

The kid from the respectable family, with the honest, clean shaven face.

- Speaking of which, you didn't shave today. - Are you pulling my leg?

I wanted to tell you for a long time now, but I never found the courage.

- I don't understand you. - I don't know how to tell you...

I've realised that I'm in love with you, I don't know if you're also...

Please!

- Did I say something wrong? - What's got into you?

- We could be something more than friends. - Don't do that.

I've always thought of you as a friend...

... it's embarrassing to think of you any differently.

Once again I got it all wrong. I was thinking that...

Help!

I saw him. It's him. Get him!

- He's the one with the green sweater, get him! - He's getting away!

Get that criminal!

But that's Angelo!

Stop it! Stop it!

What are you doing? Stop it!

I hope this teaches you to mind your own business next time.

I don't agree. If I could go back in time I would do the same thing.

And probably you'd get the same beating.

- I don't see what's so funny. - Poor Angelo, you never change.

There's nothing to laugh about, it really is sad. Want an advice?

Altruism and generosity belong to the past. They don't have any sense anymore.

- When are you going to understand that? - I prefer sticking to my principles.

Sooner or later life will force you to change your mind.

Remember the first rule: Think only of yourself.

Let's change subject, will we meet Sunday afternoon?

- I'm preparing for a test, I have to study. - I understand.

Now I must leave. Will you give me those records you promised me?

Take them, they're on that furniture.

Tell me... did you come here for me, or for the records?

Both. Bye.

Hi Patrizia. It's Angelo.

- Hi, how are you? - I'm bored just like every Sunday.

Holidays should be abolished.

Wanna go out with me? As friends naturally.

I asked Betty but she has to study for an exam.

- Well? - I have a previous engagement and I'm already late.

- All right, maybe another time. Bye. - Bye.

We left Angelo home, what a pain in the ass!

He called me to invite me out.

Naturally I got rid of him with an excuse.

He's a nice guy but he's so boring!

Maybe perfection is his biggest flaw.

He's a respectable person, the ideal son for every mother.

- Wanna laugh? The other day he tried with me. - No.

He did it in such a clumsy way I was about to burst into laughter.

- Why did I miss that! - Poor Angelo.

What I wouldn't give just to be able to watch that with my own eyes.

He's a nice guy. But enough is enough.

Only a real rascal can excite girls like us, like Giulio for example.

Angelo why don't you undress and go to bed?

Tomorrow morning you have to get up early to go to the university.

Goodnight mother.

Look at me Angelo, look at me.

Angelo you haven't done what I told you to do. I saw you, you haven't done it.

When I tell you to do something you must do it. Understand?

Is that understood? Look at me.

It's time to put an end to this.

Finally Angelo, when are you going to turn the light off?

- I hope you enjoyed yourselves behind my back. - What are you talking about?

I heard you at the park. You've let me down. I always loved you.

- You said the same thing to Patrizia. - It's different with you.

You were a nice girl. And I always had a fixation on you.

What are you saying? Don't make me laugh.

I can't wait to tell this to Patrizia.

Why did you say that I "was" a nice girl? I'm not dead you know.

[rarelust]