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Man, Woman and Beast. Spell (Sweet Slaughterhouse)

Luciana, you can't do these things; you can't have dinner in the bathroom.

It's not hygienic. I can bring it to you in your room if you want?

Come on, don't eat in the bathroom. Be a good girl.

That's right, good. We'll eat together next door.

Open the door, Luciana.

If you continue like this, I'll leave. Do you hear me?

I'll leave...

I'll leave you alone with Irene...

You know Irene doesn't mess around.

Luciana, let's make a pact...

Today I'll let you eat in there, but you must open up and let me keep you company.

Is that okay? Eh, Luciana?

I'll count to three, then I'll call Irene.

One, two, two and a half, two and three quarters... three!

Be reasonable...

Every thing has its place, Every place its own thing...

You can't eat in the bathroom, there's a dining room for that.

Luciana...

Do you really want to upset me? Why won't you be reasonable?

Irene. - What is it?

Come here.

She's locked herself in again, please get her out of there.

Come out and don't do this again!

I'm tired of this, the moment I leave you alone you're up to no good!

How dare you? Fighting back? You're coming with me now!

All resolved, she's calmed down now.

She's in her room, I gave her an injection.

She's asleep...

I can't control her anymore; she doesn't obey me. She bit me earlier.

These are the risks of your profession.

I'm not complaining; I'm trying to make you understand that your wife's condition is worsening.

She can't stay here anymore; she needs medicine that will cure her.

A live-in nurse isn't enough; she's becoming a danger to you and others.

Do you understand? -Yes, of course.

Let her recover before something serious happens.

She's lost contact with reality; there's nothing left in her head.

I know what's best for her. - As you wish, but I'm filing a report...

...it's better that they know the situation. I'm not taking any responsibility.

Irene, you're free to do what you want. Just remember: it is I who decides her fate.

You're great; just like your mother.

Much better than last year. - Let me see.

He's so beautiful! - That makes four. We'll be rich Rosanna.

I want to really enjoy myself tonight.

No, it's not true.

Stop tickling me. - Don't you like it?

Finally...

We've been waiting for half an hour, what happened?

Coming with us? - No, not now.

You'll enjoy yourself.

Look at them! Cut it out now.

You must come with us. - Don't insist, we're going to the cinema...

...do what you want. - Come on, it's only once a year.

The cinema is more fun. - Go next week.

I prefer the cinema. - Think about it some more.

Are you trying to get me into trouble again?

To your room...

I'll tie you to the bed. Stop fighting back!

I hope you're lucky.

Want a lottery ticket? - No.

Do you want a ticket?

Why don't you buy another one? - One is enough.

Want a ticket? - No, thanks.

Want a lottery ticket? - No.

Please buy one. - I said no!

You could win a TV. - Want one?

Will you buy a ticket, father? - Are you sure it's the winning ticket?

I'll buy all the ones you have left. - Don Franco will be so surprised.

Be good. - What a stroke of luck!

There, it's finished... What do you think?

I'm not interested. - Aren't you interested in the show?

They're just insignificant photographs...

Empty images that have conditioned us. Tell me why I should be so interested...

...when I am certain they are just an alibi; a detergent for my conscience.

No, they serve to tell people that we are right and to keep them awake.

Don't you realise this poor chap is just providing a contrast to our everyday lives?

Calm down, let's see...

How many did you sell? - Three.

You? - Two.

You? - One.

Whoever sold the most, gets the most saints, and whoever has the most saints gets a prize!

You? - One.

You? - All of them.

It's not fair: his father bought them all!

Leave him be.

Let's say he was the smartest; the important thing is to have the most saints...

it doesn't matter who you sold them to.

Mind your heads! - Maybe it's because the wine is better?

Look who it is. - Did you know he's Clara's lover?

Stupid!

Ciao, Alfonso. - Good morning.

Luciana!

Does it hurt a lot?

Please sit down. - Thank you.

I'll give you something strong to calm you.

You may have been right, Irene, it's too dangerous for her here...

for Luciana, reality and fantasy are the same.

I assure you I didn't imagine her attacking me.

I know. She's calmed down...

She's realised that her fantasies must become reality in order for her to go on living.

I'm scared to be alone with her. - Me too...

...but for other reasons.

I want it ready when I come home! I don't like waiting.

Instead of chatting outside, come home half an hour earlier. Is that too much to ask?

You don't contribute round here.

I work for a living.

Do you want to tell me where you were?

Would you like it if I stopped off for a beer, instead of going to work?

First you must work then - if there's time - you can enjoy yourself.

Get a move on; I'm tired. I want to rest after my meal.

Some of us have to work.

I'm not out enjoying myself, understood?

Idiot! Look what you've done. - Leave it, I haven't got much time.

This time you'll pay for them.

Cut it out. - Hurry up.

It's fantastic! - The colours! I love the colours.

It's like being at war.

To our health. - They're beautiful.

Want to play?

No.

I brought it back. - Did you like it?

A little.

The truth is rarely exciting.

We can discover ourselves; sometimes it's good to see how we are made.

Our illusions disappear: only truth remains. It's the only medicine we need to get ahead...

...dreaming serves no purpose. -How's Luciana?

The usual state, alas...

Ladies and gentlemen, the party begins! Our only wish is to make you happy.

To begin... To break the ice, so to speak...

Let's have some music!

Come on, drink it.

Exactly what I needed.

I told you it'll be a good night. I'm going to get drunk - and you're paying.

You talk too much. - Shit, not that card.

Let�s go back to mine. - What if your parents are there?

It's empty; it's all ours. - They might come back.

They won't return before the party finishes, and if they do, we'll sneak out the back.

Don't make me beg - you're not the virgin Mary!

I'm bored hanging around here, come on!

No, I don't want to...

I'm not in the mood.

I'm coming.

Want some of the good stuff? - I do - my mouth is dry.

For now, soak it in wine, I'll take care of it later!

Giving a drink to the thirsty ones. - The way you play, you'll need more than wine.

We were waiting for you to teach us; they don't know the rules.

It's like stealing candy from a baby!

Is it the right one? - Of course!

Get on it.

Come on, Sabina!

Show us that you also dance outside of your bed!

Will you dance like this for me if I visit?

I didn't forget you, slag!

Come on, drink!

More, more, you tease!

You like it, don't you? - Yes!

What are you waiting for?

Come and play. - Did you hear about the scopa player...

...who didn't know how to screw? (Scopa: Italian card game, Scopare: screw)

Julia, what's wrong?

She feels ill.

Call the doctor.

Come on Marco, let's take her home. - She was fine?

Be careful, don't drop her.

After the music it's time for fortune!

The lucky numbers have been selected from a lottery organised by Don Franco.

The first prize is a colour television...

One of you will stop watching the world in black and white.

Full colour! - Julia's not well.

What's wrong? - Let's find a doctor.

It is serious?

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please...

I'm going to read the winning numbers...

Doctor, Julia is not well. - When?

Just now. - Please come.

Here's the lucky man! Are you glad you won?

Sure! - Can you tell us your name?

Giuseppe Scavuti. - Giuseppe Scavuti has just won a colour TV!

Let�s go next door.

What's wrong with her? - Please calm down.

Doctor, how is my daughter? - I'm not one hundred percent sure...

...but I can't say she's unwell. - What is it?

Julia isn't a child anymore: she's pregnant. Apart from that, she's fine.

Who is it? - It's me, open up.

Want to have some fun tonight? - Let me in; we'll talk about it later.

Then it's true...

I want to know who it was?

Please tell me - I'm your mother - I have a right to know who the father is.

Who was it?

Then tell me when it happened.

You need to make plans.

Answer me, you disgrace! Don't just think about yourself.

How much do I owe you? - Nothing...

it's free for the law. - No, the law must pay...

just like the others. Is that enough? - Sure, thanks...

Are you going to see your wife now? - No, I'm working tonight.

Ciao. - Thank you.

You must tell us who it was?

You'll have to marry him.

I don't want everyone in the village talking about us.

I have dignity... What were you thinking?

Do you understand? She's pregnant. No, you're too drunk to understand.

She's expecting a boy!

Why do I have to be the tough one? Ernesto, say something to this whore!

Tell her she's a disgrace who only thinks about herself.

We're just things to her; we're not human. For God's sake, say something...

say something or I'll go mad!

Well? - What?

Have you decided?

We need to start making plans. We need to know if she'll keep it or...

We'll talk about it with her tomorrow. - Sure, sure... just delay everything.

You don't care about anyone.

Your daughter, me...

Will you quit deciding things for me?

Did you talk to the doctor? - Yes, he'll keep quiet.

You can't sleep here, wake up.

Get up.

Finally.

Don't you have a home to go to?

I'm leaving tomorrow. Let me sleep; I'm tired.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear: I said you can't sleep here.

I'm talking to you.

I want to see your papers.

Do you have them?

I'm still waiting...

I'm not moving until I know your name.

Come on.

Don't get any funny ideas or I'll take you in.

Here they are. - Good.

I couldn't find them; I'm sorry.

Okay, now get out of here. - Wait!

Listen, he's a friend of mine.

Are you feeling better? - Yes, thanks; a lot better.

Good.

Hey... your zipper is undone.

Well? - Zip it up, fool!

He's an idiot; don't let him get to you. - He's an asshole.

No, I don't smoke.

Thanks for helping me earlier.

I'll go home; you look like you can manage without me...

I have to do something.

Wake him; I want to tell him who it was.

You didn't even come to Grandpa's funeral. You always hated his side of the family.

You wanted to stay at home. I accompanied dad, remember?

I noticed that he looked lonely, desperately lonely.

Something was breaking up inside of him.

I saw him like this for the first time, do you understand?

I saw inside him, something you've never been able to do.

I had to help him, I had to do it. I swear, I couldn't turn back.

He was calling for my help.

In that moment it was just a woman and a man, in front of each other...

Father needed me.

It's not true! It can't have been him.

Let's get away from here, father.

Let's leave, father. For a moment you were sincere; don't lose yourself.

Come away with me!

You're scared.

You're just a coward. - Tell me she made it up, that it's a bad dream.

I'm leaving.

Julia!

Defend yourself Fausto, tell him. Tell this fool who doesn't understand a thing...

How can I reply? - You must.

What can I say to this idiot?

How can I explain it to someone who is a communist, and has a crazy wife?

My wife isn't crazy. She's smarter than all of us put together.

What has communism got to do with a crazy wife?

You're so smart, explain it then? - I only know one thing...

I'm a Christian and my wife isn't mad.

I'm not a communist and my wife doesn't complain.

Rosanna... Rosanna does everything I ask her.

I might be drunk, but I can still see straight, you got that?

That's what you say. - I'm a communist, is this why Luciana's crazy?

Don't listen to him; he should be asleep. - My wife's crazy because I'm a communist...

and you're crazy because you have a crazy wife at home!

Tell me, are you a communist or crazy? - Communist...

a communist, if I'm not mistaken, but I don't understand it anymore.

Did you have fun at the party? I did, but I've not had enough.

I want to have some more fun. Let's do the dirty things I like to do.

I don't want to! - You like it too. I want to screw, got that?

Let go of me! You're an embarrassment.

You shouldn't treat me like an animal. I'm not your cow!

I don't want to be raped; I want to make love!

I'm tired of you, these people, the way you treat me, your wine...

your face, seeing you around, fed up with my life, this place, the life you make me live!

I'm tired, tired! I want to leave!

Since living with you, I've forgotten how to dream. I only have nightmares.

You drive me crazy - don't come any closer.

You stink like an animal! You disgust me!

Don't move and start listening: you destroyed my life, I want to live.

If you don't make me feel happy, I'll kill you. I won't answer to you now.

See these? I'll cut you like a chicken!

Don't come any closer! Don't touch me, you dirty pig. It hurts!

Let go, you're breaking my arm!

Thank you.

I haven't seen you around here?

Would you like a drink?

Something to eat?

Stay for a while - he's asleep.

It's the best institute around. It's expensive, but it's very good.

It would be great for Julia. - Let's hope so.

Perhaps you're right, but her parents wanted to send her away immediately...

Why so suddenly? - I don't know.

At least a goodbye? - I know, but it was all so fast.

Then she's married!

It happens.

...the name of the institute? - I don't know, ask her mother.

Excuse me.

No...

We prefer not to.

Are you going dancing?

I can't believe Julia didn't tell you? - It's true; she didn't say a word.

Don't you want to mix with us? Do you prefer to be alone?

What's your name?

Why don't you answer me?

I'm almost there.

I can't do it.

Move your feet!

Why don't you climb the tree? - Have a guess.

I don't know.

Will you tell me why? - I can't.

That's not true; you're just tired. - Sure, it's just like you say.

Where do you come from? - Many places.

Nice ones?

I want to visit many places, just like you.

Got a light?

Want to go to mine for some food? We could listen to some music.

I'm not hungry. - Let's go and play.

If you change your mind I'm down there, at the other end of the village.

I'll be waiting.

...another one coming back down, but don't be discouraged...

I want to ruin myself, I'll increase the prize. 10 Lira for anyone who makes it to the top...

Alfonso, do you want to serve me?

Cut me two slices.

Not too big.

That's fine.

Anything else? - No.

Don't forget the bones for the soup. - Sure. That's 1800 Lira.

Write it down; I'll pay tomorrow.

I still don't know if my work is serious.

If it serves a purpose, or someone.

If reality is more important than our image of it...

should we flush it all down the toilet, only to value our fantasies, the game...

...and sex?

Is someone who asks these questions a fool, or should they be taken seriously?

Revolution stimulates concentration.

Our sexual desires don't play any part in it, isn't that what Lenin said?

The proletariats don't need to be excited. Like saints, they are afraid of sex and fantasy.

The world goes on dishing out crap while we should be dealing with serious matters.

In place of reality, they give you a jug. I'm tired of the preservation of ideas.

I'll see if Luciana needs anything.

Then I'll make a coffee. Want one? Wait for me here.

Luciana...

It was never that good before.

It was like a dream.

What is it?

Can I have a go?

Will you make me one? - Look at the wings.

I want one too!

I'll drop it.

Mine went all the way down.

Aim higher and you'll hit it.

You're great. - Will you teach me?

Hurry up.

Do it again.

Get out of the way.

Do it again.

We can learn. - He should be a hunter.

Let's take him to Don Franco. - Yes, to Don Franco!

Do it again. This is the last time.

Don Franco, we want him to be in the competition for the procession. - He's great!

He's so talented: he can use a catapult; he can make things out of paper!

Well? Don Franco? - He's not from the village.

But he's so good! - He's with us.

Be nice, Don Franco! - We want him to carry the cross.

Very well, he'll race.

You must win - you're the best! - Oil him well, then the others will slide off.

So it's clear...

Two battles, and the two winners will play each other.

The overall winner will carry the cross during the procession.

Have I made myself clear?

No more oil.

Go away!

You as well.

Are you ready?

One in front of the other.

Start.

When will you be back?

I don't know, why? - Have you forgotten about the procession?

Aren't you coming? - You go; I might not finish in time.

Like I care.

Use it for soup tomorrow.

Let's play. - Come on.

Can you teach me to play cards? - My father says she's not well.

Will you teach us? - Wait here.

So you won then. Satisfied?

Those kids look up to you.

Don't just stand there, have a seat. There's no danger; we're alone here.

We aren't doing anything wrong are we?

So, how many people saw you come in?

I hope one of them tells my husband. Did you watch us for long last night?

You arrived at just the right time during our argument.

Eat it; it's nice.

My husband is like that every night.

The only things that matter to him are work and wine.

He never touches me, never shows affection.

"Your hands are for working the ground and killing chickens..." All he does is work.

He only remembers me when he's drunk and covered in the foul stench of wine.

Just once, I'd like to make love to a clean body.

Some tenderness...

To feel wanted without his hands touching me.

When I'm alone, I dream about these things.

My dreams are so intense they feel real, and then I feel free.

It's not me anymore, I'm someone else, someone full of joy.

I don't have the courage to live my own life anymore.

They've destroyed me. I'm afraid of freedom.

Do you realise what I'm saying? They've made me incapable of being myself...

I must be content to dream. I must force myself to do it, to stop me from going mad...

and to stop me from becoming an animal. A thing!

What shall we do? - We'll wait.

But your champion is late! - Just one more minute.

We can't wait. - One minute.

The procession has to start.

You three, come here. - Wait for him, Don Franco.

You carry it.

It's not fair; they didn't win. - He won, so he should carry it.

They can't carry it. - They can't even lift it.

Okay, go and find him. I'll delay the start. If he doesn't come no one will carry it.

They can't lift it. Go on.

We've got to find him at any cost! - Let's split up.

Let's try again. Ready? 1, 2...

Leave it, go and get ready. - And the crucifix?

It doesn't matter. - Okay.

We should split up. If you find him, send him to Don Franco.

You, you and you, come with me, the others go that way.

Greetings...

Did you have a good rest?

Is this yours by any chance?

I found it in my bedroom... how come?

It doesn't matter if the procession has started, we've still got to find him.

Let's split up again. You go that way and I'll go down there.

I'll kick your ass out of town!

You won't be able to sit down for a week.

Have a nice bath to wash away the pain.

You don't sleep with other people's wives, you got that?

Bastard!

You're not letting me speak!

Drink, drink... Drink it all, so you'll lose the desire to screw.

I know he really hurt you but you've got to get up.

Are you listening?

Pull yourself together - they're waiting for you.

Don't let him win, you've got to do it. If you stay here they'll win.

Show them it's not true! They'll make fun of us as well...

and you don't want that.

It's not about the cross; the procession has already started.

No one is carrying it. Get up!

You've got to do it for me.

I'll help you; lean on me.

Leave him; I'll take him.

Why didn't you come to the procession? - I had things to do.

I'm tired of being alone. - I had to return something I found at home.

What?

I found a silver bracelet near my side of the bed. Maybe you know about it?

It's all sorted out. He got his bracelet... and I kicked his ass.

You're wrong. - You slept with him.

I was alone when I betrayed you.

Look at her.

She's only a child!

Why didn't you do it with me, instead of her? Why don't you want me anymore?

We'll make her have an abortion and forget about it.

We must go to the party. Everyone must see us, just like the other years.

Happy?

Come on.

Yes, we should dance. Let's have some fun.

Let's go. I don't feel like it and I'm tired. -No, that's too convenient.

You're staying here; aren't you a model parent?

Shut up! Stop pretending you don't understand.

Well, Clara? - Don't touch me.

It doesn't hurt to try.

Cut it out, stupid. You're crazy and stupid!

Come in.

Let me go! You're crazy! Let me go! Help!

You're crazy. Help!

Stay still. - Let go!

Translated by Merlin For Cinemageddon

Subtitled by Lord Retsudo for Cinematik and Karagarga