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Who is in charge?

(Dog barks)

CHEEKY

(Dogs bark)

(Man) Do you like it, darling? Eh?

And you? Eh?

(Laughs)

Oohl

- (Woman laughs) - (Man) Oh!

(Siren walils)

(Shop doorbell rings)

Good morning. I just came in from erm... from Venice.

I was wondering...

- I'm Moira. Do you have allergies? - How can you tell?

Well, it's obvious that going around wearing panties does bother you.

- How true! - Need a lodging?

Well, I would like something you know...

not too imposing but nice.

- Centre city? - Yes, near Hyde Park Hotel.

I'm doing a stage there for receptionists.

And they put us up in their cellars underneath the hotel.

- Can't you complain? - Well, that's not the point.

My boyfriend... He's coming soon for a full immersion course.

Your fianceé?

More or less. ..

And I suppose, more or less you're looking for a garage

where you can have loving full-immersion sexuality?

- Mm-hmm, well, that's a thing apart. - Isn't it, though?

- We're talking short-term rent, huh? - In walking distance.

- The underground or the bus? - Nothing nearer?

- No. - How far is it?

Don't fret, I'll show you.

We're located in Chelsea.

The Hyde Park Hotel is here, in Knightsbridge.

I'd have a loft near the Thames at the Surrey Docks,

not too far from the Hyde Park Hotel.

Just 10 minutes away by underground.

- Just 10 minutes...? - ...away.

Ohl

- Are you always so charged? - Yes, my nipples are a bit tender.

- The poor boy. So, what's his name? -\Who?

The young lad who's soon coming to London.

Oh, Matteo.

What a pity, his arrival.

I'd have given you hospitality at no rent.

I've loads of space and no husband to bother us.

- Could I possibly take a look? - Yes, but not today.

I'm alone here in the agency.

- And the cost... - That does depend.

Do his lips grip you well?

(Gasps)

He's got a gentle bite.

Oh, boys are pitiful. They don't know how to stimulate a girl.

- Matteo's really very... - No, he's just another prick.

He uses you only to beat his silly little pistol.

Don't, Moira, I beg you.

Oh, come now. Don't you like it?

Of course you do, you little piggy! Where's Matteo now?

- In Venice. - He allows you to go without panties?

He knows I'm allergic.

(Moans)

You're as wet as your city.

You're running like the Grand Canal.

Oh, you're a joy.

(Telephone rings)

The phone is ringing.

And besides, I... I don't think we should do this.

You're lying!

Moira's Estate Agency. Yes, one moment, please.

Well, dear, are we gonna meet tomorrow to see the loft?

I'll be there. \WWhat time?

At ten, you can come here. By the way, what's your name?

Carla Borin.

Carla. Miss Borin.

Carla, the Venetian Venus.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

(Doorbell rings)

(Clock chimes)

What a pain, these three-dimensional curves!

- Guess what they remind me of. - Yeah, right!

I'd say banging her before the exams would be very sobering.

Well, you can always beat your thing.

I've already done it, I've already done it, imagining the boobs on Julia.

She has got me going!

I thought that she and Paul...

Officially speaking you're right, but she tends to forget it.

She does it and Paul doesn't...

Doesn't know, the poor bastard! Or makes believe he doesn't.

Don't tell me you never give a thought to pouncing on Julia. Be honest now.

Lot of shit. I only think about Carla.

- Like when you pull your pud? - Yes, above all when I pull it.

Oh, yeah, and how do you imagine her?

Mmh... normally. The two of us in bed, you know.

Oh, can't you come up with something better than that?

Think of a young scholar teaching her Shakespearean love...

- Why must I imagine her with others? - Hmm... sorry.

When she's missing sex, a girl can go haywire.

How long has she been in London?

A month. Or nearly.

You expect someone to stay there a month and not get laid?

- You gotta be kidding! - You're pretty fixated on sex.

First of all, you should know that women are more romantic than men.

Blarney! Women are born liars, and they can fake much better.

The majority, dear Teo, are probably banged before the wedding.

Ah, you're just babbling!

- Not all girls come under your... - Oh, absolutely!

The possibility of finding a virgin is practically nil!

They're all potential nookie, and I love 'em!

(Telephone rings)

- Hello? - (Carla) 'Hi, love, it's me.'

- Carla! - 'Are you happy to hear me?"

Oh, I'm very happy, but how come you're calling me, honey?

‘Because I miss you, silly. What's wrong? You sound so strange.’

It's nothing, it's just that I wasn't expecting your call.

So, tell me about London.

'Oh, it's so beautiful, Matteo, so beautiful.’

- Carla, are you all right? -'HmMm?'

If only you were here. I do exercises to keep in shape for you.

Oh, Matteo, when will you get here?

'Pretty soon. Did you find an apartment?"

I called mostly to tell you I'm seeing a flat tomorrow along the Thames.

'The Thames? Sound like a pile of money.’

Well, Moira said I could get preferential treatment.

"What? \WWho's Moira?'

Uh, Moira owns the estate agency.

- She took to me immediately. - 'Took to you? How?'

Well, she's kinda lesbian-like and gets the hots.

"The hots? Are you crazy or something?’

No, but I'm so itchy, Matteo.

(Moans) Don't you understand?

- 'What happened with Moira?’ - Oh, nothing.

Poor me, here alone. And abandoned.

'‘Swear to me that nothing happened, Carla.’

Oh, Matteo, you're such a pain!

You know that without you sex doesn't even exist for me.

"Then why do you say she's got the hots for you?'

Well, you know how it is.

Women naturally sense certain things.

'Are you telling me the truth, Carla?’

Oh, Matteo, I can't wait for you to come over.

(Moaning)

Tell my mother to give you my butterfly panties

and my favourite book, "Interpretation of Dreams".

It's so soothing.

I know the subject tells mostly of coitus, but it makes such good reading.

- I miss it so. - 'More than me?"

I suppose if you're late in coming I could substitute you with Moira.

- (Giggles) - 'What happened between you two?'

I'm running out of change, Matteo, darling.

Oh, I love you so much.

Hurry, I need youl!

(Moaning)

Alas, Matteo...

Ah... speak of the deuvil, and you sprout two horns.

So fucking boring!

The latest statistics on sex behaviour say

that 94% of the women go whoring when on vacation.

Carla's not there on vacation.

- Is this where it is? - No, but we get off here.

The entrance is on the riverside.

Wow! It's so beautifull

I'm so glad you like it. Kitchen and bath are over there.

I'm sure he will like it, but... he might consider the cost a bit too...

- Who might? - You know, my...

Oh yes, the Venetian boyfriend.

We'll surely reach an agreement.

You needn't worry at all, dear.

- (Gasps) And there's a view! -Yes.

Well, then I'll take it.

You know, last night I dreamt of you.

Dreamt of me - how?

- You were naked. - No!

And what was I doing?

Riding bareback on a sweating mare in heat!

(Giggles)

Freud would have analysed that as coitus.

Oh, I do like you, Carla.

- What are you doing? - I want you.

Oh, no, please!

You needn't fear anything. I know you like it, dear.

(Moaning)

Let yourself go.

Oh, Moira, no!

See... Ah... fabulous, ah...

Make me come, Moira, make me comel

(Moaning intensely)

(Doorbell rings)

- Who is it? - Good morning, Signor Borin.

It's me, Matteo. Sorry to bother you.

Erm... I came to collect some things for Carla.

She forgot them, and I'll be joining her in London.

What did she forget?

She mentioned her mother. Surely she would know best.

Who's not here, naturally. What sort of things did she forget?

Panties, interpretation, butterfly and also a book.

I don't know what you're talking about, but maybe my wife put something aside.

"The more I pull, the less I come, and either way it's on the bum."

(Clears throat)

"Ale is my love. Nina, you slut.”

"The thought of your betrayal fills me with blind jealousy,

"and the jealousy with mad desire."

"...and the jealousy mad with desire.”

Hmm...

(Chuckles)

(Giggles)

Here! (Chuckles)

Hello!

(Laughing)

Wool

I don't know what I'd do if you betrayed me.

But I'd never let you find out, you bad little boy.

I'm serious, Carla.

- Never! - I'd die if I saw you with another.

Tell me how, Matteo... like this?

- Like this? -Yes.

Yes. Like this.

(Moaning)

If you betray me, Carla...

You'll never know.

You'll never know, you bad, bad boy!

I don't know if I can accept that, Carla.

Are these the ones?

Well, there should be a butterfly on them.

It's just a little piece of ribbon.

Oh, for Christ's sake, boy, why don't you come up!

You should've given us a ring first.

She made me understand she'd already told her mother.

Who's not here when she should bel

- Look for yourself. - I shouldn't take too long.

Yeah. Call if you need anything.

Ah, here they are. Book and all.

Ma chéere Charlofte, Jje ne peux pas vivre sans [o.

Je ne pense quau jour ensemble a Venice.

Je taime, je taime, mon amour.

Je taimerarl toujours, ton Bernard.

You whorel

(Woman) Oh, lovely!

Ah, it's made me feel so sexy!

Did you tell Matteo about the loft?

Yes, I've phoned him and told him that, erm...

that I was there and saw it.

And all the rest?

Er... not exactly. But I'll tell him that I rented it.

And that's all?

- Didn't you forget something, dear? - What else is there?

Well, about me for example.

Naturally... I'll tell him that we went there together, huh?

(Indistinct chattering)

It's heavenly! Comel

Moira. Moira, the water's fine.

Where are you going? Moira?

- What's wrong? - "What's this, what's that?"

Get out of there and I'll tell you.

Love me, Carla, come live with me.

No, Moira, I'm engaged to Matteo. You already know that.

You little pussycat, so who's jealous?

- Matteo's very jealous. - So? Who cares?

Ow, you hurt me!

Are you crazy or something?

Anyway, I like men! Don't think I'm a... you know.

- A lesbian? - Yeah, a lesbo like you are.

When you play around, why do you have to be so violent?

So sorry, darling, I was a bit carried away.

I didn't mean to hurt you, sweet sugar plum.

Hey, let's go get a massage now.

Fuck off, you dumb cunt!

The masseur isn't a woman.

J Hate to see her going out alone

J I hate to think that someone else can touch her

J It seems there's not enough to keep her home

J So she's out there with who knows, fooling around...

J Everybody knows

J Everybody's laughing

- J She don't seem to care about it... J - (Gasps)

Is it OK, Miss?

Yes, it's OK, it's OK.

J My baby don't care

J My baby don't care about me

J My baby don't care

J My baby don't care about me

J' It's only jealousy that drives me blind

J Cos every time she swears that nothing happened

J Then she goes on saying she's only mine

J And I can't help believing her just one more time J

(Church bells toll)

Ooh! (Laughs)

Oohl

Mm...

Are my photos ready? The name's Carla Borin.

You gotta choose here what you wanna print.

They didn't all come out.

Try over here.

You gotta get the full light, you know.

They came out so crazy, look!

You're looking at negatives, Miss. Here, try with this. You can see closer up.

Like I said, dear, they're not all in focus.

It's very important to focalise

on the subject matter.

(Carla) Erm...

I would like... for you to say which ones I should discard.

Oh... the out-of-focused.

And when they come out shaky.

Thank you.

I'll let you decide.

Oh...

I'll come by tomorrow then.

(Sighs heavily)

(Sniffs) Hm...

(Telephone rings)

- Hello. - (Carla) 'Darling. I have great news.’

- Who is it? - It's for me. Come on, go!

'Matteo? Did you hear me? Matteo?"'

No respect for your mother!

- 'What's wrong? Can't you hear me?’ - Yeah, I heard you.

- 'Guess where I am.' - In loving Moira's bed.

'Oh, silly, I'm in the loft. It's gorgeous!'

- Ah, she loves you madly then, huh? - 'I suppose so. Do you have a pen?’

- A pen for what? - "To write the address down.'

- Not too sure I can make it, Carla. - 'How can you say you're not sure?"’

- Cos it's a fact. - 'Have you gone crazy all of a sudden?’

No, it's just that I got to prepare an exam.

- 'Can't you put it off for a while?" - No, it's too important.

'Oh, you've done it before.

"You could study here. It's so peaceful in the loft.

'And then, above all, I'm here too.’

- "Above all..." - 'What does that mean?'

Nothing, just repeating.

'Really now, darling, don't you want to be here with me?

‘Imagine what we could do after three weeks of being all alone.’

Don't insist! I said it's too important, and that's it!

'I don't believe it. It's just one of your pranks. You do it to be nasty.

- 'Stop it and jot the address down.' - I told you the answer is no.

- 'Well, write it anyway.' - Oh, for crying... So what's the address?

'53 Dock Street. North East 15.

"Telephone 0044-645-7876. Did you write?'

I wrote, I wrote, only for the sake of writing.

'You're so cruel, Matteo, what's happened?’

- Look, I'm sick of hearing you jawing. -'You're sick of me?

'You can't mean that, Matteo, what's the trouble?'

The trouble is you. I'm trying to be explicit.

'I'm totally confused. Just tell me that you're coming.’

I already told you no. Ciao!

(Dialling tone)

(Disgruntled moaning)

You jerk! I bought these for you.

That bastard! Fuck you!

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...

(Sobbing)

(Telephone rings)

- My love? - (Moira) 'How nice to hear you say that.’

- Oh, it's you. - 'Well, who were you expecting?’

No one. Nobody.

'What's wrong? You sound so mournful.'

Oh, it's nothing, really.

It's just that in all this space I feel so alone.

'I imagined as much. Maybe you'd like to come to a party.'

- A party? - 'Yes, I'm throwing a party at my house.’

- Well, when would...? - "Tonight.

'‘Lots of people, even from your neck of the woods.'

- (Clara chuckles) - 'Well, are you coming?’

Mmh... why not?

At your place? Where's that?

'66 Wellington Square. Not far from Harrods.'

Mm-hmm.

OK. Give me time to get dressed, and I'll be right over.

'Don't get foo dressed now. You'll ruin the party.’

Don't worry. See you later. Bye.

J Billy Boy, I like the way you're walking

J' I like the game you play

J Billy Boy, I like to hear you talking

J No matter what you say

J It's all right that you don't know

J What it takes to make the world go round

J I don't need no big rainbow

J No one can do me wrong

J Oh, Billy Boy

J Billy Boy, I like the way you're dancing

J The way you move your hips

J Billy Boy, I'll stamp you with my lipstick

J I'm gonna taste your lips

J I don't mind that you can't say

J What relativity's about

J It's a fact, that's not your thing

J We both know what you're good at, yeah, yeah, yeah

J I wanna get high, high, high, high

J That's the way you'll be my lover

J I wanna get high, high, high, high

J Just never let it down

J I wanna get high, high, high, high

J Tonight I'll be your lover

J I wanna get high, high, high, high

J Up to the break of dawn

J' Is this magic meant forever?

J |I don't mind, just give me now...

J Billy Boy

J Billy Boy, don't tell me that you love me

J Love is not where it's at

J Billy Boy, there's nothing here to hold me

J Still I'm so glad we met

J It's a shame that I can't stay

J And I never really let you down

J Take my word, the night is long

J Now let's burn this house down

J Yeah, yeah, yeah

J Oh, Billy Boy

J Billy Boy

J Hey, Billy Boy

J I don't mind that you can't say

J What relativity's about... J

You jerk!

J That's not your thing, we both know what... J

(Telephone rings)

(Answer machine) 'This is a free message.

"'The number you've dialled is not available at this moment.

'Please try later.’

"Please try later..."

Oh, you're here, too?

I'd never miss a chance with Paris's pick.

- Yes, it's so exciting. - Who'd you think will win this year?

Depends on who's playing Paris.

I heard say it's Moira.

Oh good, she's impartial and a real connoisseur.

If there was an award for wear and tear, you'd be a great success.

Fuck off!

Why do we have to show bums only?

Because a face can be deceiving, while an arse never lies.

Yes, it's the mirror of your soul.

(Laughing)

- Look, it's sneering! - Yeah.

That one there. That ass, it's glaring at us.

It's pulling our leg, see. It calls for a penalty, doesn't it?

Hmm...

We've got to punish it.

Ouchl

What are you doing?

Why don't you try putting it inside your mouth?

Cheers!

They're contagious. I almost want to take part in the contest.

That's unfair competition, darling.

Your tushy is much too nice, you know that.

Salut!

May I meet your friend?

Of course you may, my dear.

Carla, Mario, my ex-husband.

My Italian no-good son-of-a-bitch husband.

It's just her way of admitting that she still loves me.

- Are you Italian too? - Venetian.

The magical municipality. I adore Venice. And its Venuses.

Don't listen to him, he's a sneaky rogue.

A perfidious snake that hypnotises his quarry.

Moira, I'm not a playboy.

No, just a vulgar Latin lover with his fly open.

A moody girl!

- Shall we dance? - Why not?

(Man #1) Which have you settled on? (Man #2) They're all supreme.

(Man #1) Yes!

(Moira) This /s a good year, I must say.

(Woman) Under the circumstances I'm being taken literally and figuratively.

(Man laughs)

(Gasps)

The scent of Venice.

I like women who cream easily.

I think it's the champagne that's dying to get out.

\Where is the bathroom?

There to the right.

J Check it out

J Check it out

J Oh, check it out

J One, two, three, four, go!

J Hey, sweet baby, come talk to me

J Check it out, check it out, check it out

J Hey, sweet baby, come and get what you want

J Check it out, check it out, check it out...

J Check me out, check me out, check me out... J

Hey, that reminds me of New York. The Big Apple.

(Laughs)

You're as wet as the Thames!

- She deserves another look. - We're down to four then. Let's go.

Carla?

(Passing water)

(Giggles)

Is it true that in England men don't kiss women here?

- They make up for it in other ways. - Such as?

They spin you around and take you here.

Oh, that's vulgar!

No, it's supreme.

The utmost.

The satyr's crossroad.

Gomorrah's...apostolic path.

Sodom's desecrated. ..

- ...breakthrough! - (Moans)

(Indistinct chattering)

(Clears throat)

Have you seen Mario by any chance?

The loo.

Are you there, Carla?

(Groans)

Open, you silly cunt!

(Carla) Just a minute!

A great choice, sweetheart. A real titbit.

I invited you here out of love, you little bitch,

not to put out for that no-good son-of-a-bitch ex-husband of mine.

I don't want your love!

How am I supposed to tell you I don't give a shit about your love?

I'm not a lesbo, Moiral

I'm a normal fucking girl who needs cock,

not your pussy, a macho cock! |I...

(Sobs)

Dear mel

Get hold of yourself.

What's wrong, Carla?

Don't be afraid. You can tell me, whatever it is.

I didn't want to hurt you, I'm sorry.

It's not you, it's just that...

It's because of Matteo.

He treated me so brutally.

I called him. I was so happy to tell him about the loft,

and he says he's not gonna come to London anymore.

And he was so cold and mean.

He even slammed the phone down on me.

He was just so horrible.

Oh, stop crying, darling.

They have always abused and used us.

Fucking men!

(Carla) But Matteo wasn't always like that.

We got on so well before.

Here. An amulet.

Take it as a sign of true love.

It'll bring you good luck, dearr. Don't cry.

It's all so strange. Something awful must have happened.

It's not a question of what happened, dear.

I know how you feel. I've been through this.

Men can't be trusted. They're fickle.

They are stupid. Unreliable.

They are not worthy of our tears.

Forget you ever knew Matteo, as I did with my husband Mario.

Don't cry. Carla.

Up we gol

There we are. Good girl!

Cheer up, sweetie. The worst has passed.

We don't need men.

We can do marvellously without them.

(Carla sobs)

(Gentle moaning)

(Moaning)

You see, darling, we don't need men. We can do very well without.

(Moaning)

(Lecturer) Attracted by its charm, they came in droves to the Doge's court,

world-renowned painters, writers, architects.

Thus the proceeds from the republic's absolute dominion

In the silk and spice markets

were invested for the embellishment of the city.

The magnificence and splendour that's shown

reflected the intention of the Grand Council of Ten,

of matching the riches accumulated by their commercial trading.

As a matter of fact, the Serene Republic did not purport to conquering territories,

but rather to forming established outposts in all the Balkan ports,

thus facilitating the penetration of rich oriental markets

trading in silks and spices.

(Answer phone) 'Please try later.’

We can therefore affirm with documented certainty

that the penetration of the Mediterranean markets

on the part of the Serene Republic of Venice...

Doesn't all this penetrating suggest "penis"?

Yeah, he means cock! There is no doubt about it.

Look at that, will you?

It's poetry in motion!

Look!

(Lecturer) ...penetration of the Serene Republic

was a preface of its own artistic splendour.

An eclectic example of this theory can be found...

(Shouts) You slut!

Dickhead!

(Clock chimes)

(Sighs)

(Doorbell rings)

One moment, please!

(Doorbell rings)

Coming!

Matteo!

Surprise!

- What about your exams? - They got pushed down till September.

Are you always dressed like that when you answer the door?

Mmh... if you're starting again...

Look, I don't want...

If you ask me, you're not too glad to see me.

Matteo, can you look into my heart?

I thought you'd never get here with all your moods.

Since there's no doubt that I'm here, maybe you can let me in,

instead of just keeping me here on the landing.

Oh, silly!

It's a sliding door.

Hmm...

Somebody at the door?

Ohl

Er... Matteo, she's Moira.

The estate agent? Ah. Do you sell or buy?

- Depends. - On what?

It can go either way. Excuse me.

It's sO |ate.

Pleased to have met you.

Come, let me show you the beautiful view.

Great panorama, isn't it? Hmm?

Hmm. Splendid view.

- Do we pay for it by the foot? - Ohl

- Moira gave me a very special price. - Yeah. Thought as much.

Look, you're jumping to conclusions.

Nothing happened between us.

So why is she here?

Er... she took me to the theatre in her car,

and when it got late, she... she just decided that she'd stay here.

Together.

Totally naked.

And all that followed.

Well... finally up.

I'm going. Took me a little while to get my act together this morning.

I do hope you enjoy your stay here, Matteo.

I was almost brought to tears,

from the moment she arrived, Carla did nothing but talk about you, dear.

I got a run-down on you, too.

Don't believe a word of it, darling.

Bye-bye.

Erm, did you bring those things,

the book and also the panties with the butterfly?

I brought you this.

(Gasps)

You recognise it?

Erm...

- Has nothing to do with me and you. - I'd say it does instead.

I imagine you can recognise your own butt sticking out here.

What the hell were you doing on the beach bare-ass ed?

- How did you get those pictures, huh? - You'd better begin explaining.

I'd like to know what was between you and that shithead frog

writing those fruity letters.

"le taime.

Je taimerar foujours.

"le taime."”

So silly. It's a thing of the past.

Past, your ass!

If we're gonna be together, I suggest you be sincere and tell me all.

There is no "all" at all.

At all? You and that bare-ass ed photograph is nothing at all?

Look, you're being much too... too drastic.

It was during an excursion with the hotel management school.

We were studying the various tourist infrastructures all around the beaches.

And you know how those outings are.

We got in the motor launch, stopped at hotels,

went through their kitchens and beach facilities,

and then, you know... we started taking pictures.

Everybody posing, laughing and fooling around.

Then, after lunch, we all kind of broke up in little groups,

and I sort of ran into Bernard on the Alberoni Dunes.

It was still very warm.

It was during September, and we were all alone,

and what with the heat and all, we got undressed and took a dip.

- You were naked? - Naturally.

Neither one of us had a bathing suit.

Don't change the subject. Go on.

The air was so balmy for that time of year.

The sun was setting on the sea.

The water was so calm, immobile and inviting.

(Giggling)

(Bernard) Oh...

Smilel

Stupid!

(Giggling)

Extraordinaire, mervellleuse, formidable!

Go on!

There wasn't much else. We put our clothes on.

Take me for a jerk?

There was nothing between us.

It was just innocent horsing around, you know.

When was this?

I already told you, a year ago, at the end of September.

We had already met!

Barely. Just a few days, not more.

All right. Cut that out. Did you make love to him?

- I swear, Matteo, no! - Don't swear!

We were petting, but not much, I imagine.

What do you mean, "imagine"?

Well, you know, the heat was appalling,

and he got excited, and he gave me a kiss.

Where? On your butt?

(Scoffs)

I'd also like to know

just how long your innocent horsing around went on.

For only two months.

Then he decided to quit hotel management

and went back to Paris. It was Christmas.

You ever see him again?

No! I swear, not once!

You swear too easily.

- You exchange letters? - Only a few.

These are his where he says to come and live together in Paris and all.

- So why didn't you go? - Because I loved someone else.

You know how destiny just chooses.

Oh, Matteo dear, stop it, please.

- You're torturing me. - Stop it? Your ass!

We had already made love together!

It's like I said, I didn't know I'd fall in love with you.

At the time, ours was just a passing affair.

Instead, we did fall in love, the both of us.

Oh, Matteo, let's make love.

I want to feel you inside me.

What's passed has passed. Let bygones be bygones, darling.

Oh, this is all that counts.

(Matteo) No... nol This is not all that counts...

Is this what you were doing to Bernard?

(Moaning)

Tell me.

What did you do when that fucking bastard...?

Stop! That's enough! Your carrying on doesn't excite me anymore.

No more, huh?

There's another liar here, not just me.

(Carla chuckles)

All right, Carla.

I want to know exactly how many times you cheated on me.

It's your last chance to convince me

that our declaration of love is not based on deceit.

We haven't finished with your Bernard!

If it's too shameful to spit it out,

write me a nice little letter with all the particulars and details,

like the ones you received from your French lover.

And don't be afraid of offending me.

I'm offended much more by your hypocrisy and silence.

(Carla sobs)

‘Matteo, my love, be it known that there's no betrayal,

'lest the illusion of such is not based

'on one's personal presumption and another's deceit.

'However, if knowing is indispensable, rest assured I'll leave nothing out.

'Remember last October, when we went to see that film "The Key"

'and ran into Luke and that Frenchman? He was Bernard.'

She reminds me of Sandrelli...

Onh, I love her. The husband was right when he said,

"Under your feigned reserve

"you're the most whorish of all the whores I knew in my youth."

(Laughs)

I don't see what he gets out of it.

If there's no betrayal, there's no jealousy,

and without jealousy there's no desire,

and, alas, without desire there's no sex, n'est-ce pas, Carla?

It's Freud at his best.

Accept betrayal as a gift received, Matteo.

A magic potion that reawakens he who has slept long. (Laughs)

(Matteo) Come on, will you? How can somebody get excited

knowing that his woman is making out with somebody else?

Where did Carla go?

Carla?

Listen, you go that way, we go here.

(Carla) 'I was so wet. That film had aroused me.’

Carla?

She's so zany, there's no knowing with her.

Carlina? Come out. Come out wherever you are.

Psstl

(Gentle moaning)

(Gasps)

(Moans)

(Matteo) That's enough now, Carla, you're being silly.

What do you get out of this anyway?

(Cat screeches)

(Gentle moaning)

- Do you like my wife? - Huh?

(Chuckles)

(Gasps)

(§ Opera plays)

(Hissing)

Hi, Nina. Isn't it kinda late?

The Sirocco breeze. It's like soup, you can't sleep.

Yeah, don't I know it.

- Your husband? - Melting furnace.

Works the night shift.

It's hot for real in there.

Sweltering here. I'm burning.

- I'm on fire. - You sure are.

So through and through.

(Moaning)

Oh, Matteo. My pussy's aching.

Touch me. Touch me.

(Moaning)

Oh my God, Nina, there's someone in here.

Shut up! Don't stop. Keep going.

It's my husband. He likes to watch.

Shh...

(Moaning)

(Moaning)

- (Chuckles) Yes. - If only I can find the words.

(Dialling number)

(Telephone rings)

Hello?

Oh, yes, love, yes.

I'll be there.

In two seconds.

Wool

Oh.

(Laughing)

There are no regrets. Whatever we do, Carla, it's just us two.

Oh, Matteo, how right you are.

Um... I've got the letter.

Um... I wrote everything down like you asked me to.

Forget it. It's of no importance.

It is not your truth, it is your duplicity that makes me thrrill.

Your loving lies express your desires more than any confession.

So, swear that you'll always lie to me.

What are you saying? Whatif I...?

It sounds so complicated.

But if I didn't tell you the truth,

it's only because I didn't want to lose you.

How come you want me to lie?

Because duplicity generates jealousy.

And jealousy brings on instant desire.

Oh, Matteo, I love you.

And I swear, I'll always lie to you, darling.

Always.

\What a cunt!

(Carla giggles)

(Man) Who is in charge here?

(Gasps)

(Carla laughs)

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