All language subtitles for Cuori solitari (1970) EN

Now he says:
"The lake is so beautiful this morning!"

The lake is so beautiful this morning!

Will you light me a cigarette?

Do you see that church?

It's one of the earliest examples of
Comacine architecture. It's splendid.

Imagine he wouldn't mention
it again this time...

Now she tells me: "What a pity
you didn't study architecture."

What a pity you didn't
study architecture.

There you go.

Now he turns around
and we get back home.

LONELY HEARTS

Tear these pictures!

Yes, yes.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19...

For seven years you've been
counting these crossbeams.

Since the first time we came here,
the year of our wedding.

You never make it, it's always the same.

We've been married for eight years.

Yes, it's true.

There are 117 of them, you see!

I love you... Nor do I...

I go...

I go and I come...

If they hadn't listened to the Vatican,

we would have an orgasm
in television and radio.

Are you bored?

Yes, but boredom can be cured.

No, it's that we always do the
same things. We don't move on.

We move, we come here
every weekend.

I understand ... A weekend on the
Bahamas ... 50 km away from home!

No, it's that we should move a bit more.

Meeting beautiful people, new people,
at least talking to someone.

In truth we might also get bored
travelling around the world.

Yes, but here one falls
to pieces and that's it.

All right, tonight I take
you to the city square.

And who are they?

What's that? They also pitched a tent.

No need to overact. But where do they
think they are? At a camping site?

Look a them, they're swimming naked.
I take care of it.

You don't take marijuana in the morning?

- What?
- In the coffee!

No, it's useless.

Ah... You know? They are
travelling through Europe.

Ah well, in that case...

Make yourselves at home!

I'm very glad my husband
could make you stay.

- Ah... This is Victor.
- Hello!

- And this is Sonia.
- Hi!

My wife.

"Osiem"

It means "eight". Each time he meets
a woman he likes more than me,

he tells me. You're the
eigth since we departed.

That's kind.

- Ah, in which way do you like her more?
- In any way.

I also tell him if I meet a man
who interests me.

Before I got 5 and he got 7.
Now it's 5-8.

What are trying to say?

That before we got 5-7,
and now it's 5-8.

Not even 5 1/2?

Let's take a swim!

- Today the water isn't that cold.
- It's not that warm either...

It seems warm to me.

- Oops!
- Oops!

Excuse me! What do they have in mind?

Why don't you also take off
your bathsuit?

Do you think I don't dare?

- I would do even more than that.
- Do you want me to take mine off first?

No, let's take things slowly. I want
to see what they're getting at.

Come on, afterall we're friends!

All right! But what happens
after I take it off?

Nothing, nothing. What is
supposed to happen?

And why should I take it off then?

No, I've already understood.
These people from around there...

would do anything to see you naked.
Things are different there.

Go nicely, go, go, go.

Sonia, tell them where
me made love in Paris.

On top of the Eiffel Tower!

Thrilling.

A bit uncomfortable though.

A day earlier a girl fell
down from that very spot.

If she had gone with her boyfriend,
she would certainly still be alive.

I'm sure that instead he took the girl
up there and then threw her down.

If she had gone alone,
she would still be alive.

You lack one.

And the tenth.

If Sonia were to sleep with
another guy. Would you let her?

Sure.

- But it would bother you?
- What?

Yes, it bothers you, it disconcerts you,
it annoys you, it disgusts you.

It's possible, but each
liberty has its price.

And you, Sonia?

- What do you want to tell her?
- Eh?

No, I wanted to ask Sonia
if she shares the same opinion.

- Yes, I'do it, but I have
to really like him.

Ah.

But don't worry if it's because of me.

I'm used to it, occasionally my wife
also does it. Right, Giovanna?

Yes, when I take a bath.

Stefano, these two continue.

They are both naked in the shower,
with the door open.

- No!
- Yes.

- But when?
- Now.

- Where are you going?
- I'm closing the door.

Something needs to be done.
They can't just be naked.

It's unnecessary, I already closed it.

Ah, all right. In that case
I won't have to close it.

I'll help you.

Let's continue. On top of the
Eiffel Tower in Par�s,

in a porter's office of a guard in
London. In the Buckingham Palace?

No, it's impossible to get in there!

Once we did it in a museum in Monaco,

another time on the branch of a tree.

And also in Vienna, in
the garden of Sch�nbrunn

and on the big wheel on the Prater.

- You haven't yet been in Rome?
- No!

Then try to spare San Pietro.

But why don't you try out the bed?
It seems more comfortable.

Well, can't you talk
about anything else?

- Take it.
- Thanks!

What are you going to play?
The ballad of uncomfortable lovemaking?

Let yourself go.

There's a woman in some part who
is tired of the usual every day habits.

A woman who would like to do
something a bit out of the ordinary,

different, a bit crazy.

Maybe... She wants to
forget the routine,

loosen her hair, let herself go,
at least once.

Let me read.

No, it's the publicity of the
Pan American.

These Vikings never sleep.

"The girl's bra was sent to the
laboratory of the police, the body... "

- To the depository of corpses.
- Ah, thanks!

One can't read.

These Nordics are nice, right?

I'd say she's not bad. The same with
him. Kind of a milksop, but he's nice.

You know he likes you?

He made me some
compliments, but...

No, he said it loud and clear.
He said that you're No. 8.

Does it bother you?

No, but deep down...

No, what I don't understand
is that today's kids

say that they don't care about sex, but
they don't think about anything else.

Well, but everyone says that it's
a more pure generation than ours.

Yes, pure... He comes to our house,
eats, drinks, sleeps,

and wants to make love with you.
I don't understand it.

Does he think that I'm an Eskimo?

But if he had offered you his
girlfriend in return, what then?

Well, I think that would
have been more honest.

No, I likewise wouldn't have accepted.

Unless...
- Unless what?

Unless you would have agreed.

But... But what are you saying?
Did you drink?

But no...
I'm just saying.

No, I'm sorry. If Victor had made
a more precise proposal,

if he had really asked you,
what would you have told him?

Nothing.

Ah, nothing, yes...

- Where are you going?
- I'm emptying the ashtray.

- Ah, excuse me.
- Wait, where are you going?

Come here, come here.

- Victor, it's Stefano.
- No, it's nothing.

Bye, good night.

But you're waking me up, come on...

Angelo Azzurro and Schnellinger
have gone.

They took down the tent.

Did you want to adopt them?

- Eh?
- Did you want to adopt them?

No, but they could have
at least taken leave of us.

Or were they afraid that
we might charge them?

They left early and
didn't want to bother us.

- The foot! - Eh?
- Your foot is under my bottom.

Look! Look, Giovanna!
It's them!

These two are not stupid. They relish
the best mansions beside the lake.

Is it really them?

Just some whisky, thanks.

I just said to my wife: "Let's see if
Nardini shows up at some point."

Of course, if one has a wife as
beautiful as yours, but excuse me,

it also isn't fair to keep her hidden.

It's like having a good Picasso

forever hanging in the wine cellar.
It doesn't seem appropiate.

By the way, tell me: Did you always
have that nice house nearby ours?

Yes.

Well then, what's the matter? In two
minutes you get here with the motorboat.

- Eh. - Look, here's a good atmosphere.
There's a lot of fun to have.

A ride that I can guantaree you'll miss
out on if you don't visit us, Nardini.

And besides, here we are a
bit more among ourselves.

Look, the young ones no longer
know how to have fun.

- Come on, let's run!
- Let's go, run!

- Hey, come here.
- Come on, move.

- What are you doing tonight? Have
you made any plans? - No.

Incidentally, tonight we're hosting
a "disaster", a reunion among friends.

Do they now call
the parties "disasters"?

Yes, but because the boredom
gets broken, not necessarily the things,

the furniture and all that.

This grass is by no way English!

How many gardeners do you employ?
With all the green area you got...

Ah yes, there are 4 or 5 gardeners

who work like crazy
from morning till night.

Do you know what you should be doing?
You should lay out a carpet.

- A carpet?
- Yes.

- They also put carpets in the garden?
- Of course!

- But how?
- I've sold a lot around here.

The Casadei have one, the Brustios,
the Sarfatis, everyone.

Go figure! What a madness...

Don't tell me you only
came here to make a deal.

No, no. I talk like that due to inertia.

Ah, fine. Much better, much better. You
should stop thinking about work.

How should we dress tonight?

Because I don't even know what I brought
along. Well, somehow I'll manage.

But yes, don't worry. Just wear whatever
you want. Whatever you like.

- Good night, Madam.
- Good night.

- Good night, doctor.
- That we always have to arrive late.

- Why this silence?
- The experiment has already started.

That early!

Here, here.
Come on, sit over here.

Hello, Diego, hello.

Come on, Wanda. You behaving like that
means that you got no sense of humour.

It's just a game, a joke. That's all.

But it's not fair that it always
has to be my wife.

But she's the most adequate type,
the most receptive one.

Yes, yes, but that's already
her third dress that gets torn.

But yes, there's no need to dramatize.
We're here to amuse ourselves,

enjoy each other's company, right?

This friend of yours, that Bruschi,

he must be a nasty guy
to organize these games.

- Damn it...
- He's certainly not the Duke of Windsor.

He's a man with a can full of money, with
nothing to do from morning till night.

Thus he likes to pretend being a scholar
of magic, an enthusiast of spiritism.

The enthusiasts of spiritism generally
conjure up Napoleon's grandmother,

and ask her about certain things...

And that?

To know everything about Napoleon,
one just has to consult a history book,

there's no need for
a session of spiritism.

Apart from that, did you see
that guy with the mustache?

Do you know what they told me?

- What? - That he practices
"swapping" with his wife.

Swapping! I think that's
what they call it.

I got till "petting" which is
supposed to mean oral sex,

"necking" which means touching
and caressing each other,

but "swapping" is what I've haven't
understood yet. What does it mean?

It means interchanging wives.

But why don't they have the courage
to call things by their name?

But why? Because interchanging
wives is amoral, while swapping,

which is basically the
same thing, is more refined.

- Do you have the saccharine?
- Yes.

It reminds me of the days when we
used to exchange books as students.

- What? - Swapping!
- Ah.

Except that one doesn't return the
books once having read them.

Yes, notwithstanding, as for wives, each
takes his one back once it's over.

After all, it's always adultery,

but a friendly adultary without drama.

Who knows? Perhaps they are right.

It means being a bit less selfish.

Give me Kent, King, Playmen and Abc.

Give me Domina!

Hello, Mr. Nardini, how are you?
- Hello, all well? - Yes, thanks.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Put it all on the bill, please.
- Fine, Mr. Nardini.

One needs to see them on display.
You'll see, you'll see.

- Hello! - Hello, Mr. Nardini.
- Mrs. Gallesi, if I'm not mistaken?

- Dear Nardini.
- I'm not mistaken.

- How are you?
- Fine, and you?

Did you find anything you like?

Listen, isn't there a material

which can even endure cigarette butts?
- Of course!

We have a type of carpet
with wonderful synthetic.

But I don't recommend it to you.

- No?
- It doesn't have the softness of wool.

Excuse me.

- Oh, how careless!
- Is that yours?

Lateron we just blame the carpet.

Come here, come with me. I'll
let you see the compilation.

These are the most recent ones
to arrive. They got beautiful colours.

By the way, I saw the
concert hall. It's a shame.

They should exchange the carpet.
If you won't take care of it...

You're right, Mr. Nardini, you're right.

But first there are other things than
the conservatory floor to be changed.

- What do you mean?
- It's all in ruins.

We do everything that's possible, but...

Look, there's the comitee
against divorces,

the patrons, the public moral league,

I don't even fnd the time to breath.
The ladies who were supposed to help us

think that... Well, forget it!

- That's the one I've seen before.
- How is your wife? - Fine, thanks,.

We never see her...

She'a solitary type.

Look, do you like this one?

- Yes. - I don't recommend
the green one to you.

I would suggest the grey one.

In any case you should choose well.

Here's the whole range of grey tones.
Excuse me for a moment. - Please.

I'll soon be back.

The carpet in the house,
and especially in the office,

has become a distinct brand.

It's like the shoe for a man
with a sense of cleanliness.

You'll see that clients will increase.

Certainly. - Here you are, Mr. Nardini,
we'll take charge of the the delivery.

Fine, thanks.

- That's the estimate of costs.
- Thanks.

Present it to the Executive Board.

and after that let me know. - 4600...
- Consider that the deployment

is also included.

- 4600... And what about 4800?

- I don't understand...
- No, the sum doesn't bother me.

I accept an estimate
of costs that says 4800,

so that a pack of cigarettes is
included for me, ok?

- Oh, I understand... Well, that's not
our usual pratice, but afterall...

I want to say that in this case
I will make an exception.

I will then remake an estimate
of costs that says 4800.

- You can get it whenever you like.
- Agreed.

- A cigarette?
- No, thanks. I don't smoke.

Oh, that's just a saying...

Ah, I understood...

- Dear Nardini. - Bye.
- I appreciate your understanding.

- No problem.

- Miss. - Mr. Nardini, you've
forgotten these newspapers.

Ah, thanks.

He's certainly no fool.

200.000 Lire for a pack of cigarettes.

After that he says he doesn't smoke...

But I do.

Come, come on.
Get to work.

Because, Sr. Nardini,
in my position

I see a bit of everything. And I've come
to the conclusion that you, Mr. Nardini,

are too good. And that people take
advantage of someone like you.

Even the cleaning lady, Mr. Nardini. She
should come every morning from

6 till 8.30 AM, but instead she
never shows up earlier than 8 AM.

The same goes for
that employee Leonardi.

With the excuse of him being a distant
relative of your wife, Sr. Nardini,

he stays home two days a week.

Have you by chance believed
him that story about

the cousin who had to
operate on the daughter?

As for me it was a good and nice excuse.

Oh, my Mr. Nardini...

Please, could you at least stop calling
me Mr. Nardini while we're in bed?

But that's what I've always
been calling you.

I do that to avoid mistakenly
adressing you informally in the office.

And also out of respect for you,
Mr. Nardini.

I understand that regarding the respect,
but that doesn't help me at all.

Young married couple, nonconformists,
would like to meet

a couple with the same mentality

to spend pleasant hours in nice company.

Please write by sending a
picture to the letterbox.

- Do you know there are two entire pages?
- I can believe that!

Listen to this one!

Young married couple,
high standing, cultured,

would like to meet other
young married couples

to practice naturism and friendship.

Mention the telephone number, a picture
would be appreciated, etc...

What do they mean by naturism?

Perhaps those four nudes chase each
other around the house, as in a gag.

These ads certainly suffice...

It's a bit like renting
a flat or selling a fridge.

By the way, our fridge loses water.
We need to get it repaired.

But how does it happen?

That's quite simple.

First they make a good ad, and then they
perhaps also make a good choice.

They come together in one's own house
or that of the others,

drink some whiskys, have a nice diner.

And then the husband of one wife
goes along with the other's wife,

the other wife goes along
with the other husband.

- Nice, eh?
- No.

Except if they are all beautiful
and admirable couples.

- Educated, sophisticated people.
- Just like us!

- As if we were experts...
- At least we're educated.

- However...
- However?

However, I'd like to make a tentative
attempt to satisfy my curiosity.

Eh? A good ad. After that we
answer some of the letters.

No, I'm sure it would
give us some laughs.

But, Stefano, you don't seriously
consider writing these letters, do you?

Why not?

But that's madness!

In this house one can't
have one serious thought.

Ah, mother. How are you?

But what are you saying? But no...

It's that Stefano always got much
to do and we tend to stay at home.

But I assure you, we never go out.
But why are you always doing that?

But... I haven't heard
anything from Walter.

But why do you always have
to think about these things?

But what do the strikes
have to do with this?

But how can't you stop worrying?

But why? Listen, he's a grown-up.
Leave him be.

All right, if you like I will
inquire tomorrow.

Fine, I'll inquire today.

Fine.

Yes. Bye.

Because we are convinced that
the indissolubility of marriage

shall be the foundation of
the family's unity and stability.

Due to that we believe that we shall
not undermine the familial institution,

openly violating the evangelical
commandment of love.

Man shall not separate what
God has united forever.

And how couldn't one recall the
painful plead that the Holy Father made

a couple of days ago, meant
to defend the purity

of our youth, subjected to daily attacks

of the immoral propaganda,
in particular against children,

these fragile and
defenseless offsprings,

which represent our hope, and that are
gravely and incalculably harmed

by the poison of divorce,
intoxicating their consciousness,

afflicting the filial affection, even
extinguishing the smiles on their faces.

What are you doing here?

My husband belongs to the committee.
Can't you see him?

Are you still married?

It's because we're against the divorce.

Well...

We continue repeating.

Do you know that I didn't recognize you?
You changed. What did you do?

Ah...

How well it fits you.
Let me see. Let me see.

Show me your profile. Beautiful!

But tell me... Where did you put
that fat which got liposucked? There?

Oh...

On the other hand, you didn't
change at all. Do you know?

- You're still the same pig.
- One does what one can.

The divorce is no solution to
the failure of a family.

It's the cause. All these ravages
of morality should be fought.

Clowns!

DIVORCE
DIGNITY FOR WOMEN

WITHOUT DIVORCE
WITHOUT LIBERTY

Clowns! Clowns!

And do you know who attacked me?

The man who struck me
from a distance of 30 metres.

- Your brother!
- Walter? That's wonderful!

Excuse me, it's just that I haven't
heard from him for a long while.

And I'm happy to know that he is
somewhere to be located.

- Now he is in a proper place.
- Where?

- At the commissary.
- Ah, but then I have to go there!

I have to go.

If I were you, then I would
wait a couple of months.

Goodbye.

But do you find it proper that a kid
like you who studied and gratuated...

- No, I lack 3 exams.
- All right!

Do you have to go there like a rag and
end up in jail like a chicken thief?

- Listen to me...
- Oh Giovanna, let's not start,

otherwise I get back inside!
Besides, I also fought for you!

- You're married, aren't you?
- Walter, try to be serious.

- But I am serious. And I tell you
that you should be happy

that at least one member of the family
has run away from the herd.

Yes, of course. Madhouses and prisons are
full of people who abandoned the herd.

All right. Thus, I'm supposed
to do like anyone else.

To work eight hours a day, regard an
increasing loan balance as the ideal,

drag on till I gathered wealth,
have a house, a car, a wife.

Just like you did...

But I'm very fine.

On the other hand, I don't
understand your way of life.

It seems to me an imitation of what
the young people in the United States,

in Germany and in England do.

But look, one can't imitate these things.
They simply come into being.

If they arise, it's because we
also got the same problems.

Take this. A sandwich. A beer.

What else do you need?

Let's see...

A sweater, a bottle of whisky,
a pair of socks

and the camera which I will
give you back in a month.

And 10.000 lire

which I won't give you back.

- That's all? Didn't you write down more?
- That was the entire paper.

Look, it's fine if you won't come
and see me, but you could visit mum.

You're in Milan, just two steps away
from her, but you never meet her.

- But I always call her.
- But that's not the same.

It's better if I call. At least
she won't give me advices on the phone.

If I had listened to her, at this point
I would have already become a wretch.

Like those who go to work
wearing a suit and a tie.

Did you also put a carpet
in the bathroom?

Yes, it's a special carpet.
It's impermeable.

Ah impermeable... In that case
it won't matter if I piss on it!

Mr. Nardini, the archbishopric called.

I'm not there for anyone. I got a lot
do do right now. Leave.

Thanks.

Stefano. Listen, let's see
if this interests you...

An intelligent and carefree couple,
he's a 40 year-old architect,

she's 30, good-looking.

Lovers of art, pleasure, culture,
refinement, education.

With a cottage nearby the lake.
Looking for a couple on the same level,

in order to exchange
ideas and experiences.

Did you write that?

Did you write that?

But who told you that I wrote that?

Why should anyone have told me?
It's all in there!

That's you. It says you're 40 years old,
though you're 45.

you make me 30 years old, even though
I haven't yet reached them.

You turn yourself into an architect.
A cottage nearby the lake. But come on!

Well then. If there weren't
even a bit of folly in real life,

what else would remain. Nothing, right?

Should I only take care of carpets?

Thank goodness I got
my pastimes, my obsessions.

But what should I do? Congratulate you?

Uncork a bottle of champagne?

Come on...

You could rather bring me
a glass of water. Thanks.

Giovanna, but where do these stains
on the bathroom carpet come from?

Did you also see them?

Eh?

Well, I don't know.

Something must have fallen down.

Look, Stefano, I thought about it.

And I'm worried.

What if someone finds out about it?

Tell me what happens.
Will people come to our house?

No. We receive the letters, open them,
read them and have a little laugh.

- And after that we tear them?
- Of course.

What else do you want?
To put them in a frame?

Listen to this: I'm
a 35 year-old accountant.

My enchanting wife is
a few years younger that I am.

We've read your ad in the paper

and would be very pleased, if you wish,
to accept your invitation.

We have no pictures to send you, but
guarantee a pleasant physical presence

and optimal health.

Good news.

But did you see how
successful we were? Look...

Well, given that we're a charming couple,
they must have immediately sensed it.

And you made fun of me.
Now it actually worked out.

Ah, listen to that one.

Spilimbergo, postal code 68.
Dear lonely hearts,

we "ave", have without the h,
received your ad...

in which you write that
you look for a couple.

You know what a nice conversation
we could have with them?

- Eh...
- We'd be bored!

We're a couple consisting of me
and my legitimate wife.

I'm 36 years old and she is 22.

I could be a chauffeur,
given that I'm a policeman,

and she could be a cloakroom service.
She's also a cook and can do anything.

Gavilloni Albino. Gavilloni...

Listen to this one, it's mortal.

As for the meeting, it would be
preferable to have it at our house,

because during the night we can't
leave our three children alone.

Did you?

Signed Bri ... Brigadier?

Angelo Mante. Well, maybe
this one should be dismissed.

Look, this one...

We're young, educated, modern people,
and have been married for four months.

We're having financial troubles...

We would accept invitations to
spend pleasant nights together,

in exchange for a modest sum.

Nice greetings.

Eh...

Well, you know... there are all kinds.

These two aren't bad...

No, from an aesthetic point of view,

they are two beautiful creatures.

Should we also tear it?

Well then? Aren't we having fun?
We're having a wonderful night.

I'm having fun...

One is better than the other.

I will read this one to you later.

- Eh? What? Aren't you happy?
- What about?

Do you think those we arranged a
meeting with are going to like me?

- It was today, right?
- Look, I didn't decide it on my own.

The two of us did it together.

- Eh. - I don't remember,
I didn't think about it.

- Ah, yes. You didn't think about it.
- No.

But in this house we didn't
talk about anything else.

Four days of long faces.

But which long faces? We laughed
and talked for a long time.

And now you speak to me like that.

In that case we won't go.
Look, we won't go and that's it.

But no, I'm already prepared.
Beside, it's already late.

Come on. Let's go.
What are we waiting for?

- You drank.
- I drank? Who drank?

Now if one drinks a bit of whisky one is
already considered drunk. It's absurd.

I'm ready. Should we go?

Stefano, I'm afraid.

All right, if you're afraid, then we go
to Caravaggio to see the sanctuary.

- You permit me, yes? - But yes, I agree
to what you want. Just make a decision.

In Ascoli they killed a woman
for some earrings.

- I read it in the newspaper.
- All right, but you don't wear earrings.

The fear makes my finger swell.

This ring has always been tight.

Try it with some saliva.

Today of all days.

There it is.

Don't forget to signal.

- Are you sure this is the place?
- At the very least.

It seems abandoned to me.

Look, it's all closed.

But what did you expect?
Lonely hearts.

- It's like that...
- Dear me.

Well, it's a house. It's not much.
It's obviously not what we expected.

But I'm telling you that afterall...
But what are you doing?

Giovanna.

Come on, don't be like that.
You're with me, don't worry.

Look, let's do this:
We'll see how they are.

How they behave... And we only
stay for a little while.

Calm down. If it becomes dangerous,
then we leave.

- Yes.
- Yes...

- No Stefano, I can't do it. Let's go.

I'm sorry, but it's stronger than me.
It's not possible.

But why should we do it?
Look at us, what's happening to us?

- Nothing is happening...
- You're unhappy. Is it my fault?

Have I been a bad wife?
Have I made mistakes? - No, no...

Tell me then if I made mistakes! But why
do we have to do these things. Don't...

- All right. Enough! Enough! Enough!
- I no longer understand anything.

It's alright. It's alright, Stefano,
I'll do what you want.

Do you want to go then?

- Can you feel my fast pulse beat?
- Yes...

Because mine is normal.

Darling...

Good afternoon. I'm Carla.

Make yourselves at home.
We've been expecting you.

Please.

- You're Mariella, right?
- No.

No, she is Giovanna.
And I'm Stefano.

Ah, yes. Today is Thursday...
Excuse me, please come in.

Sit down, make yourselves at home.
Please, please, dear, come here.

I'll call Dino who is in the kitchen.
He must be fixing the washing machine.

One moment, excuse me. Make
yourselves at home. Please.

- Did you see how she is made up?
- Dino!

Come here. Giovanna, come here.

That's the lighthearted note.

Ah, here you are.
Excuse me for a moment.

Bibi, you can go to sleep,
dear, it's already late.

Let's go. Take the walking stick.
Come on, Bibi. Let's go to sleep.

One moment. Accommodate yourselves
as if you were at home, please.

I'll soon be back, don't worry.

- He must be the father. - Yes,
it could also be the younger brother!

Dear me, what a place!

Good afternoon. Welcome.

That's my Dino.

Giovanna. - An honor.
- Good afternoon.

- Stefano. - A pleasure.
- Some music is required.

- No, don't bother.
- One moment.

She always tries to make me feel well.
Don't keep standing, please sit down.

Thanks.

It's a rare phonograph, an antiquity.

Feel that sound!

It's her. Her voice

I'm sorry if you see me like that,

but since this morning I got
a back tooth pain that won't go away.

Go figure that I'm always
very energetic.

I'm excessive.

- You should try some grappa.
- No, not even pepper helps.

I've tried out everything, including
those things one puts in the ears.

A vermouth?

A small drink, for us to warm up a bit.

No, it's a nervous spleen.

Come on, Giovanna...

Do you think this clowning is necessary?

It's part of the deal.

Holy Mary!

It's fresh fish.

No, no.

Mr. Nardini has gone crazy.

- They must have taken us for thieves.
- Yes.

Look, Stefano, sorry, but the idea that
the four of us should meet with

face masks, like on Christmas Eve,
seems absurd to me.

Besides, as you've seen,
it can be dangerous.

And that occurred to you just now?

Look, I'll say that I'm sick
and you'll receive them.

I already had little desire
since from the beginning.

Ah, no. Ah, no. This constant laying
down and slackening is not possible.

You could have told me before.

We made a first experiment
and it went out as it did for us.

We could have not repeated it!

But, no! We decided to repeat it. Then
the idea with the masks occurred to you.

And I say: "Fine. Let's use masks."

Later you say that you wouldn't want to
do the idea with the masks.

And now you want to
pretend that you're sick.

Now I'll pretend that I'm sick.
You're my wife, go on, receive them

and tell them that your husband doesn't
feel well and can't receive them.

How easy you make it sound. Losing face?
That's not the problem and you know it.

The problem is what happens afterwards.

Did you ask yourself if I would
like what happens afterwards.

Yes, I did ask myself that.

But it's also about me.

I could also like it.

Yes, I admit that it's a dangerous game,
but it's a level playing field.

Why don't you say what you would like?

Because I won't.

Stay calm.

There we are.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

- Good evening.

We couldn't find any masks...

I wonder why you described yourself
as slim. You're actually rather meaty.

It's better like that, at least
that's what I prefer.

- Should we sit down?
- This cottage is nice!

Yes, it's a bit moist though.

Do you know the story with
the nun and the seven soldiers?

Yes, we know it.

I'm sorry.

This is a nice place.

Isolated. Quiet.

A seaside resort nearby the lake.

We come here every weekend.

The twilight hours are most beautiful.

Those trees, that sound
of nothing at all.

It makes me think of the joke about the
whore and the pederast. Do you know it?

- We also know that one.
- That's not possible.

- Really?
- It's new, I heard it yesterday.

No, look, it's very old.

I assure you that it's new.

It's old for me, but
if it's new for you...

Well, let's not argue because of a joke.

Did you know it?

No.

I'll look for some ice.

- Oh, please..
- Are you going?

- I'll help you.
- Come.

We'll be back in a moment.

But it's not possible... It's new.

They told it to me yesterday.

Listen, there's a prostitute who works
every night at the shore of a lake.

And one night a pederast
passes by and says:

That's some nice meat!

What a nice color. Did you see
that nice color? - Yes, let me try it.

Is it good? It's really good.

I'll also eat something.

- Good, right?
- Exquisit.

Love, love, come here
and get undressed...

Take it all off, everything,
slowly, slowly...

Again. Again. Like that.

How beautiful you are. Beautiful.
A beauty. Ah, yes.. - How crazy you are!

Yes, get closer. Closer. Closer to me.

Treasure. My treasure...

More, more, treasure.
My love. Yes, yes...

Yes...

Tell me once more...

- But what are they doing?
- Just a joke!

Yes... Ah...

Listen.

Ah...

Will they have believed it?

Do you know that I got the impression
to have met you somewhere?

What does it matter if
you have seen me?

- Now we're together, right?
- Come here.

- Oh, the ice! The ice!
- What are you doing? Let it be.

- Forget the ice.
- Love, a moment.

- Fine, but later...
- Let me feel you.

Come here.

- You were very quick.
- And the ice?

Ah, we forgot about it.

We were hungry, that's why
we ate some ham.

In that case you could have
also brought us some,

as you were already there, right?

If it were for me, I'd always
sit on the floor.

Maybe I'm a bit oriental.

Fine, I'll get the ice. Where
is the kitchen? - No, let it be.

No, I want a full service,
in a professional manner.

Do you know what just occurred to me?

To open a bar. A small restaurant,
an American bar...

It would be very lucrative.
Would that interest you?

- No.
- Nothing interests you. Bye.

- I've never seen a more intrusive man.
- He's not bad, but...

You shouldn't see it like that.

Excuse me, eh...

But are you sure that we
didn't meet somewhere else?

No.

But you know, sometimes...

No, I'm not saying that you're
exactly the same, but

the traits of the face...

Never... Never...

However... I could swear that I did..

I'm very accurate when
it comes to faces.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the full service!

There it is! The full service!

- One for the lady.
- Thanks.

One for the housewife.

- And one for the young man.
- Thank you.

And if you allow, one for me. Agreed?

- Tell us a joke!
- Yes, given the success I had before.

What's it, Giovannella. Are you sad?
Say! Two people suffer better together.

- Let me be. Stop it!
- Be polite! Be polite!

I don't really like those girls
that immediately give in.

It's more exciting like that.

Stefano.

It's not to make you a compliment,

but Giovanna is really exceptional.

Gabriella is not bad at all.

- No, no. - Considering everything,
I don't think we're that uneven.

She has two breasts
that seem like melons.

Gabriella, show our friend your tits.

No... I don't like to get
rushed like that.

- What's the matter? Are you ashamed?
- No, but...

- No I don't think it's the right moment.
- What a story!

In that case I'll show you mine.

- No, look. Yours don't interest me.
- But no, what did you understand? Look.

Look how nice they are.

Within a little while you should
turn off the light. The main switch.

Then, in the darkness, they'll be
more courageous.

Oh, but please. Let's try not to
take each one his own,

because otherwise we wouldn't have fun.
What do you think?

We always took pictures of ourselves with
the Polaroid while we were making love.

It's fun. Why don't you give it a try?

- With the automatic release?
- No, with the foot.

Girls... What are you laughing about?

- It's better to laugh than to cry!
- A nice sentence. Is it yours?

- No, I read it in a book.
- Very beautiful. Very beautiful.

Calm down, calm down, calm down, please.
Giovanna! Giovanna, are you listening?

- Yes, I'm listening. - Pay attention,
I need to tell you something important.

- Me?
- Yes, you and the others. Everyone.

That litte thing next to you,
what's she called? - Who? Me?

- Yes, you.
- My name is Gabriella.

- Louder, please!
- Gabriella.

- She's a whore.
- But what are you saying?

- Calm down, calm down.
- It's true, it's true, I'm a whore.

But really! What an amazement! A whore!

- Calm down, curb your enthusiam.
- But you've all gone crazy!

Attention, Gabriella, can you tell me
how much this man paid you

for your professional performance?
- Are you're drunk?

Shut up, idiot!

- He's gone crazy.
- Look!

This is the classic example
of a neo-capitalist exploiter.

Quick, what's it called?
Exploiter of prostitution.

You know, Giovanna, do you know
which intention this man had?

He wanted to sleep with you,

and in turn I should sleep with her,
who is a professional.

Excuse me, I got nothing against you,
and lest against your category.

- Excuse me for a moment...
- Shut up! I'm against you.

- Is that a joke?
- Let's see, what's your fee?

How much did this exploiter for instance
pay you for a night like this?

20.000? 30.000?
Fine, I'll give you 50.000 lire.

- Gabriella, let's go!
- And I don't ask for anything in return.

The lady is an invited guest. I'm sorry,
but the lady is our invitee.

- Thus, we were at 50.000. Fine, 70.000.
- 100.000.

- 200.000.
- Let's go!

Hands off! You can go if you like.
The lady stays here with us.

- Right, dear? - Yes.
- Is the room prepared?

- Yes.
- Then look for the sheets.

Come on, Gabriella, let's go! Enough!

He leaves because he's also a coward.

The exploiter doesn't want the prey
to escape. Revolt, Gabriella! Revolt!

But what should she revolt against?

It's better if we both go to sleep now.

- I can no more.
- But she was a whore?

- Yes, yes. Registered in the catalogue.
Poor one! - But she's likeable.

I find these hustled reunions
very embarrasing.

Well, it depends on the mindset
with which one comes here.

Couples come here, they might talk
about their most intimate problems.

I'm not saying that the couples
have to get to a certain point.

At times it's enough
for them to just talk.

I prefer the system of the
"Lonely Hearts" letters.

But you're not content with anything.

- What do you drink?
- A coffee.

A coffee and a Pernod.

Let's leave! All these
people embarasss me.

No, come on, the best part
is just about to come.

Look, all these eyes rest on us.

Aren't you happy?

Let's leave. We've seen everything
that we needed to see.

If you won't take me
out of here immediately,

I'll smile at the man
with the ugliest wife.

Let me finish the drink, will you?

You want to leave, dear? Let's go!

And what are we going to do now?

Nothing.

We could have stayed in Milan.

Italians from all parts.

We're from Lugano.

Ah, yes.

He doesn't have the courage. Earlier he
insisted, but now he's inhibited.

Are you married?

- Yes.
- Since when?

- For eight months, but...

- But? - We're having some difficulties.
Or rather, he has them.

Let's talk about it.

- Nervous?
- No.

Does that help?

I don't know. Do you
want to give it a try?

Courage. Let's begin.

That's easy to say. Where to begin?

My wife frightens me.

Her character. Her violence.

And that inhibits me.

It has been like this
since the beginning.

- Have you told her?
- Yes, but she doesn't understand me.

- Have you had problems with other women?
- Yes, sometimes.

Especially if it were the women
who took the lead.

In short, you behave
like brother and sister?

In the sense that we
like each other a lot?

Yes, but... also in another sense.

Does he respect you?

- No, he lacked respect for me.
- Ah...

How many times?

- I feel like I'm in the confessional.
- Eh... Fine.

Tell me then. How many times?

If you're ashamed, you can
whisper it in my ear.

Can I tell you something?

- Of course.
- I don't feel bad around you.

- How old are you?
- 24.

What's your line of work?

- Nothing. I'm rich.
- Take that hand off.

But do you realize?

You're telling all these personal
things to a stranger,

one you don't even know.
Even the most intimate details...

How do you judge that?
A positive event?

Yes. I think so.

- Is it the first time you're doing
something like this? - Yes.

- That's why we're so uneasy.
- But no...

If I had to marry again,
I'd marry my wife.

Maybe your wife doesn't
share your opinion.

But I think that I told you
we like each other a lot.

One doesn't live on fondness alone.

At times I also think that,
but it's not true...

Especially I felt embaressment...

- Just embaressment?
- Yes.

All right, but I'm sure that
you haven't told me everything.

Will you help me choose a dress?

Yes, with pleasure.

I think that I should lose some weight.

- But stop talking nonsense.
You're fine like this. - Really?

Do you really think I'm beautiful?

Of course.

But you're far prettier.

If I were a man, I think that
I would fall in love with you.

Thank you.

Listen, do you think
your husband will like me?

I would select this one for you.

It's beautiful. It should
fit you very well.

Excuse me, maybe I shouldn't have.

I don't know why I said it.

Perhaps to appear more self-confident.

I don't want to seem like
an inexperienced girl to you.

But if it bothers you...
I won't do it anymore.

Come on, you haven't
said anything terrible.

Come on, get prepared.
They're awaiting us.

Thus you're not angry with me?

But not at all.

Listen, you should extend the eye line
a bit. You'd look better like that.

- Will you paint my face?
- If you like.

The few times Elena cheated on me,
I suffered with resignation.

On the other hand, I've been
at the hospital for a while.

A young, beautiful, lonely girl...
it was just natural.

But it happened on other occasions.

My problem was not going who she
went with. Do you understand?

I have the sensation that she
betrays me, that she mocks me.

I feel lonely. Ridiculous.

In turn, if something happened today,
it would seem more logical and simple.

More natural. Because I know you.

But it would still bother you!

But what are you doing?

It's better if you do it on your own.

Hello, Giovanna?

Hello? Stefano, it's Elena.

Who was it?

- Elena and Marco.
- Why did you hang up?

Because I no longer concur with
pursuing this stupid game.

I teared everything, the
newspapers and the letters.

For me the game has finished.
You can do whatever you want.

All right. All right.

Excuse me if I talk to you like that,

but I've reached a point at which
I don't understand anything.

I got so much confusion in my head.

All right. Let's stop talking. There's
no reason to turn it into a tragedy.

Chapter closed. Enough.

Come on.

Come on.

After university, theatre
and the festivals,

the young protesters have started
to focus their attention on sports.

The best positioned has been
the most aristoratic game,

which also gained lots of
followers in Italy

throughout these past years.

The event took place yesterday
on the golf course.

I don't understand.
But where are these balls?

Look well! You struck
them here, right?

Have they disappeared?

But I struck them here!

Come on, guys, find them!
I struck them this way!

But where are the balls?

Let's go!

Call the police!

One has never seen anything like that!
They're ruining all the fields.

Call the police!

Get out! Get out of here!
But what are you doing here!

You're ruining the entire golf course!

Four young men, Andreani Luigi, Costantini
Adolfo, Leoni Giuseppe and Maraschi Walter

have been conditionally released.

- Are you looking for Walter?
- Yes.

- Who are you?
- His sister.

Walter has left for
Germany this morning, I think.

If you want to get in, kick the door.
But below, on the left.

The villa costs me 5 millions a year,
just for maintance.

There's a risk the revenue authorities
may get to know about it sooner or later.

One of these days
I will have to sell it.

A pity. They told me
that it's marvellous.

Any love has an end, even when it comes
to villas, beautiful paintings,...

It's good to know. Notify me
when my time has come.

What does it matter? We are accomplices.

You know everything about me,
you have me in your grip.

They say that to show off.

- You fit so well together.
- For us there's no relationship drama.

We got an enormous respect
for each other's terrible flaws.

Yes, but in order to have respect
for these terrible flaws,

there must be a profound disdain
for the tabu, for the conventions.

Yes, that's true. But it's not easy.
It''s very difficult to get there!

You remind me of Alice in Wonderland.

You're kidding me...

No, on the contrary.
It's more, it entertains me.

It's as if I rediscovered my house.

Music is my obsession.

I put audio equipments, tapes
and records in the entire house.

- This house is enchating.
-Yes, a bit.

And of course, this music also helps.

Ah, yes. The music of "The Magic Flute"
has something eerie about it,

almost esoteric, mysterious. Bergman
also says that in one of his films.

Bergman's films fascinate me,
even if I don't understand them.

Did you see how great this is, Stefano?

You obviously know everything
about these paintings.

- For sure one doesn't feel alone in here.
- Within a month...

- It's beautiful.
- That was the baldachin's place.

That was the owner of the villa.
He never had any money.

And that was his benefactor,
a prince from Savoy.

Go figure, the one who renovated
the house fell apart.

Am I mistaken or was there
something going on between them?

Of course, what's bad about it?

If I should be born again, I'd
also become homosexual.

Why that passion for clocks?

It's not a passion for clocks,
it's the possession of time.

It fascinates me...
and it frightens me.

It's the most incredible topic there is,
even more so than life itself.

Even more so than space.

You see? A moment ago
you had a marvellous smile.

Now that smile is no more,
it disappeared.

I can smile again.

No, it would no longer be the same.
It will never be the same again.

Don't tell me you can
also play the piano.

Ah, yes. Before becoming an art seller,
I wanted to be a concert pianist.

I would prefer you
to play with both hands.

This house frightens me
when it's silent.

Do you know it? It's one of
Beethoven's sonatas. The last one.

It's incredible, because it has moments
of modernity, almost clairvoyant.

Beethoven, Sonata No. 32, op. 111,
duration 18 minutes and a half.

In order to not have to talk during
the entire presentation.

Listen, it almost turns into
a rhythm. A ragtime.

In that era they defined
the madness of the genius.

- Do you like it? - But these giants...
Don't they scare you?

Diego also doesn't get used to them.
He never sleeps in here.

In turn, they seem lovely to me.
They keep me company.

I even gave them names.

In general one does the contrary.

I like that music. We can
also listen to it, right?

I didn't know you need background music.

It just reminded me. I asked my
husband whether he likes your wife.

Because he's a bit complicated.
He's not easy at all.

- Well...
- He's not like you.

In which sense is he not like me?

Well, he needs a
certain atmosphere.

I don't know if your wife
could interest him.

My wife is very beautiful.

Yes, of course, I don't question it.
But I think of her as a bourgeois type,

a good housewife,

who knows how to receive friends,

to keep her dresses in
good condition, these things.

- No, look, my wife can do anything.
- I'm not saying that she can't.

No, talking about your husband,

according to what you said earlier
it seems that one could say he...

That he needs more time for some things.

- Could it be that he...?
- But no, absolutely no.

Oh, no... It's true that
he's a bit delicate.

A rather peculiar type.
I told you, right?

But sexually he's potent.

Come on... What are you waiting for?

Stop thinking about it. Come here.
- Yes, yes.

- Why did he stop playing?
- He must have gotten tired.

Tired?

But didn't you say that
it lasts 18 minutes and a half?

I must have underestimated your wife.
One can sense that he likes her.

No, I can't do it properly!

I'm sorry, but this silence
impedes me completely.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

If you like I can turn on the radio.

No, it must be those giants that
make me like that. What do I know?

It's the first time something
like that happens to me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Who is it? For God's sake!

No, don't worry. Excuse me.

Christ! I got the right to know
what happened. Yes or no?

What is there to say?

Yes. - Yes what? What do you want to say?
I want to know what you did.

But why do you pretend to not understand?
You understood since from the beginning.

I don't believe you.

If you had done it,
you wouldn't have told me.

Why? I don't regret it at all.

However, there's one thing
that seems right to me.

Tonight I don't want to
sleep together with you.

It's not to put on a tragedy.
It seems logical to me.

For the first time
I would feel ashamed.

- And where do you want to go?
- I don't know.

To Milan. Maybe to my brother's place.

If you want.

We have arrived.

Giovanna! It's already 8 o'clock.
I'll go to the shop.

I'll be home tonight.

I don't know if you'll
encounter me here.

Maybe I'll have left.

What?

Look, Giovanna, stop it now.

Yes, you're very talented.
You played the comedy well.

Dishevelled hair, bare feet,
shocked face.

You were very good,
but I've gotten tired of it.

We end it now, all right?

Because nothing has happened.

- All right. Nothing has happened.
- Ah no, you't say it like that!

You have to tell me convincingly.

I already told you, we had a nice time,
but it's enough.

Everything is as it was before.

You are yourself, my wife.
And I am myself, your husband.

Swear me thus that nothing has happened.

Ah, I should swear?

- Yes.
- All right, I swear.

No, not like that. Look me in the face.
You have to swear it convincingly,

on something sacred.

Swear on your mother! No, not on
your mother, she is alive.

On your father, he is dead.

I swear on my dead father.

You see? You're incapable of lying.

What's in that head of yours?

Bye.

Stefano.

What do you want to eat tonight?

Ah, for me... anything
you make is fine.

The events, characters and situations
described in this film are fictional.

Any resemblance to reality
is a pure coincidence.