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The trial against Nazi war criminals

has been postponed to Thursday, September 4th.

Rome. The Parliamentary Commission demands to investigate...

Excuse me, may I ask you? - Go ahead.

Is your vessel a gozzo, a brigantine, a schooner?

Or another type?

Another type. - I expected it.

Nothing doing, it's closing! - But I just wanted... - Nothing, closed!

You want to buy something.

Yes, but they don't let me in! - I expected it. I'll handle that.

I am the lawyer Orimbelli of Villa Cleofe. This friend... - It's closed.

Do me a favor, open the shop.

It's a personal favor. - You do me a favor and bugger off!

It's closed.

I expected it. Anyway, thank you, I'll go to a restaurant.

Why is it named Tinca? [Tench] - I don't know, I bought it as is.

Maybe because it has a belly like a fish. - Maybe.

Wow, a real cabin, at least as for what I can see from here.

Why don't you come in? So you can see it better. - Thank you, very kind.

I took of my shoes. I'm not a real sailor but I know the rules.

The boat is like a mosquee.

Let me introduce myself: Temistocle Mario Orimbelli. Lawyer.

- Maffei. Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Very nice niche, 2 beds, a kitchenette...

A real villa on water. Really nice.

You go fishing? - No, I sail around the lake.

Around in what sense? - I go to Arona, Luino, Stresa...

Always on water! - Oh, no!

I'm an amphibian, sometimes I'm off to land.

But what are you doing in life? - Whatever I like, I have friends everywhere.

If I want to see them, I visit them. If I want to be alone, I stay alone.

I expected it. It's like having 100 homes and not living in any of them.

Quite different than having a house only. Always there, motionless.

Looking out the window in the morning and seeing always at the same water.

A tuxedo! Nice. Do you wear it often?

Sometimes.

I have a tailcoat, but I don't wear it. The tailcoats time is gone.

Well! Since you're from here,

I don't come here since before the war, where's a place with good food?

At my house! Let's go to my place and have a dinner! - Thank you but...

Oh please... I beg you! Wait a moment.

I'm not local, I've been living here for a year, since the end of the war.

You're the first person alive, true, that I've met.

My villa is over there, less than a kilometer away. 1100 steps.

I count my steps very often. That's my only passtime.

We can go by boat, it's just around the cape.

I've also a small harbor and a private dock.

You can't reject me. Or else I'll jump to the water.

And I warn you that I can't swim. Don't reject me.

Yeah, that's my villa. Yes, this must be it.

Don't you recognize it? - It's the first time I see it from the lake.

Yes, this is it.

There, you see that gazebo? That's my meditation den.

Anyway, the villa is not exactly mine. My wife brought it as a dowry.

In fact it's called Cleofe, like my wife.

Villa Cleofe.

Do you like the name Cleofe? - Not bad.

It sucks!

Domenico!

It's me, Domenico!

Open the dock!

Matilde! Cleofe!

Hey there!

While you put on at least a tie and a jacket, you know, Cleofe is strict with that,

I'm going to warn her.

You never know, it's best to warn her.

This is Domenico, he'll show you the way.

This is the door to the house. Go that way, in the garden.

Thanks. - The hosts are there.

Maffei, what are you doing? Come on! We are waiting for you with open arms!

Cleofe, this is mister Maffei.

My wife, Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbelli.

This is my sister in law. Matilde Scrosati, widow Berlusconi.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Well, I'm going to see for the dinner. Come, Matilde.

You'll have to make do. So, unexpectedly. - Of course, madam, sorry for the bother.

What bother, come on. Let's eat outdoors. - No, indoors.

Exactly! Indoors is better. It's cold outdoors.

Martina, we are eating indoors. - I heard that.

Did you ever try a camel soup? What a soup!

Where did you eat it?

Where? I was an officer in the Somali troops of General Aimone-Cat.

How did we built an empire? With camels.

Did you go to the Abyssinian war? - That's the only real war where I was.

But it was over in 1936, 10 years ago. You told me you came here a year ago.

Well, I meant that the war kept me away from home for 10 years.

10 years, a whole life, dear Mr Maffei.. That was a real Odyssey.

If I tell you, you won't believe it. - And rightly so!

Because 90% is all rubbish.

What that gentleman did for 10 years is a real mystery.

Who's been wounded 3 times?

Who had to secure supplies to Adis Abeba?

I would be a millionaire if I didn't have scruples.

Who faked to have amoeba to escape the English?

Who got sunk with an English hospital ship?

Who became an interpreter in Naples, for Germans first and Americans then,

not knowing.. Hey! Not knowing one word in German or English?

Who? What do you want? Take it away.

I only know that you left me for 10 years alone with Matilde.

What a man, what a husband!

Didn't your brother volunteer with me?

Didn't he leave Matilde alone?

At least I married you in a church, not by mail!

He's a great man and I'm an asshole!

Don't make idiotic comparisons, my brother didn't come back because he died.

Missing! - Dead!

Unofficially. - Soon he'll be so also officially!

OK, then sorry that I married you, sorry that I came back, Cleofe!

Sorry I didn't die, Cleofe!

You're from Milan?

No, I'm from Luino, on the lake.

And you came back from the war? - No, from Switzerland.

I left the country from 1941 to 1945, just to avoid the war.

And what is your occupation?

Well, my parents left me something, and

I'm just looking around, thinking what to do.

Wait some more and you'll end up like my husband.

He's almost 50 and still doesn't know what he wants.

Speaking of which, has he disappeared for another 10 years, or there's hope?

Don't worry, he'll be back as soon as he sees the mayonnaise.

Excuse me.

Pass me the mayonnaise please.

For example, tomorrow, tell me what will you do?

I'll swim, sunbathe... It depends on the weather, on the wind...

And also if the husband of my friend goes to France.

Lucky you!

Tell me, how much might your boat cost?

I don't know. Mine was a bargain, almost a theft. Why? You want to...

I thought about it a little bit.

You see, you can do a lot of things on the boat.

Wherever the wind brings you... Just you or a company.

Two beds, maybe you can take a friend.

Sure, even two. A friend with a girlfriend.

I can sleep on the deck or in a hotel.

Great! Great! Great!

Sorry, did you say something?

No, nothing.

Cleofe can't sleep.

She asks you to talk not so loud and turn down the lights.

I won't! No, no, no!

I'll talk loudly if I want to! I will scream!

She's right. Besides I have to get up early, I'll go to the boat to sleep.

Are you crazy? You will sleep in my house!

- Prepare the room. - I will. - Great.

- What room should we prepare? - The most important one!

You will sleep in the bishop's room!

Monsignor Berlusconi, a relative of my wife, he was an apostolic nuncio.

Here he spent the summer vacations.

My wife's father decked out this room just for him.

This is the stand for the prayer, glasses, rosary, everything.

- What's that? - That's mine.

Those are my initials: Temistocle Mario Orimbelli.

This trunk has followed me everywhere.

All my life is in it.

And now I will present the bishop.

He died in 1928.

- Did he die in this bed? - No, he died in the wet dock.

- How? - Drowned. It's not known. They recorded it as an accident.

Some people say he drowned himself, others say he was drowned.

By a young fisher.

A matter of arse...

I'll lend you a pajamas.

- On how many pillows do you sleep? - Just on one, thanks.

What does it mean, “married by mail”?

By proxy. He was in Africa.

But you were too young. How old were you?

Sixteen. And he didn't come back.

Oh... Unconsummated marriage.

- And what are you doing in this house? - I don't have any other.

Your pajamas. Hey.

- Thanks. - Oh no, I have to thank you.

I'll put it here. Do you need something else? A glass of water?

- No, nothing. - Good night. - Good night and thank you.

And those are your conveniences. The light...

- When should I wake you? - Don't worry. I'll wake up myself.

- I'll try not to be noisy. Thank you. - That's OK.

- Good night. - Good night.

I'm so envious of your beautiful boat!

Good night.

I'll turn off the lights.

I envy you so much!

- Good morning! - Good morning. - Here I am!

- What are you doing here? - Surprise, I'm going with you!

I was trying to tell you my wish...

...actually I need to get away for a couple of days.

But you didn't react, so I put you in front of the fait accompli.

But I have some private obligations!

Whatever, we can go together!

I'll turn away and you can do you private stuff.

And then, I can act as a ship's boy, I can polish the brass, raise the sails...

Look at this!

Produce of Cleofe, Carate Brianza, Liver mortadella! Delicious!

- So, can I stay? - Well, you put the knife at my throat.

Thanks, captain!

- Did you get permission from your wife? - It's alright. So, captain?

- What should I do? - Nothing, sit down over there.

Yes, sir! Raise the sails, lift the anchor!

What a beauty! A bit cold. But good for the energy!

From hell right to the paradise!

Excuse me, but, if it's so bad, why did you come back to your wife?

I am the slave of my consistency.

Dear Maffei, don't you ever marry just because of interest.

Unless you are a Blue Beard, only they can do it.

For the rest of us it's a lifelong slavery.

I will probably sleep over at my girlfriend's house tonight.

- What will you do? - If you don't take me I'll stay here. - That's better.

It's better if you sleep here, so you can guard the boat.

Have a good time, I will guard. And sleep a little bit.

- Do you have something to eat? - No, I won't eat, I never eat alone.

There she is.

Precise like a Swiss watch.

Charlotte!

Marco, my love!

Heck, what a babe!

Where did I leave it? Oh my God! Did you see a small black phonebook?

- No. - Ah, here it is.

She has a girl mate, I have to find someone so that will be four of us.

- Let's see... Argentieri... - What Argentieri!

Why bothering Argentieri, there's me here!

- But didn't you tell me you're tired? - I am, my feet don't hold me!

But if I have to help a friend, I pull out my nice blue suit...

Do you have Eau de Cologne?

- Marco, would you bring the wine? - Yes, ma'am.

It's almost ready! We're getting to the climax.

- Can you be a cook help? - I can!

Stir gently... Excuse me. It's not the classic abyssinian couscous.

- Well, there's rabbit instead of antilope. - It's not just that.

The whole ritual goes wrong! Sorry, my dear.

In Abyssinia... Please turn down the flame..

..this dish is usually prepared in front of a "tukul"...

And so far so good...

Then, the Abyssinians pour the semola, shaking their tits,

that however are the classic plateau tits.

- Why, mine aren't nice? - Sure.

But yours are rather the cisalpine melons type.

Damn, what a slap!

What a scoundrel! Who's he? Where did you find him?!

- What has he done? - Put his hand in! - Oh no! - Yes, he did!

- Wow, I'm hungry! - Me too!

I warn you, this is a highly aphrodisiac dish!

It makes your pecker rise!

Look at me... Close your eyes...

Little massage... Open your eyes...

Close your eyes... Open your eyes...

- Who was it? - Not me. There's no one here, over there they're dancing...

- How did you do it? - Suggestive hypnosis...

Let's try again.

Close your eyes... A little massage...

- Open your eyes... - Ah, it's you! Swine!

- What an idiot! Pig! - What have I done? Typical Swiss haughtiness!

- Now what happened? - Nothing, just a misunderstanding. Au revoir.

- Au revoir. - I have to go. - I'll accompany you.

The girl has no taste for fun.

She's pretty. But again, just because of a little innocent touch...

Sure, sure.. Before you go to bed, tighten the moorings as I showed you.

At your orders, captain! Offer my excuses to Germaine.

- Where are you going? - I'm thirsty.

- What are you doing here? - Making coffee. If I don't have a coffee in the morning...

No, I just wanted to know how you came in, since you went out the door last night.

I even put the lock on.

One of the windows was open.

How weak we are... A little coffee?

The rest was a kids game.

But, last night she'd have gouged your eyes out!

Angry woman, woman half laid.

Luckily she was in the bathroom,

so I got naked and showed up with a powerful erection.

So when she came back I put her in front of the fait accompli. Sugar?

- Am I doing well? - Yes. Hold the course on Belgirate.

- We are going to sunbathe. - Oh Madonna... - Come here, Charlotte.

Maffei, hold the wheel please, I'm about to loose the course.

Unbelievable! That's the real life!

Drin!

That's the real delight!

- Maffei! - Yes?

Do I have to say it? Viva La Tinca!

Excuse me for watching your girl. You can watch mine.

Sure, we are quits! Draw, one one!

Maffei, you know, at some moments

...the "Tinca" makes me cry, I'm so moved.

Since when I was a child. And the tits too, eh...

And the asses make me laugh!

Well, not really...

I hadn't eaten such steaks for almost a year!

- You're not quite the type for diets! - Underfed, you mean.

You don't know my wife. Ask Maffei, what kind of person she is.

Ugly, jealous, thinking that every woman falls to my feet.

She prohibited one of the maids to make my bed.

Martina, Domenico's daughter.

Do you think it's possible that I would exploit Martina?

No, it's not possible, it's guaranteed now that I know you.

Is your wife jealous towards your sister in law?

- Is there a sister in law? - A phenomenal piece of a sister.

Matilde is like a daughter to me.

You can't joke with that, you don't know me well enough.

Of course, I've been much loved in my life.

When I think about the love of which I was and still am the object, I acknowledge that,

without all that kind of plankton that envelops me, I couldn't live.

I mean love, eh? Not sexual relations.

I can live without these, but not without love.

You caught it, eh?

Hey! The "Lady"!

Look, Germaine!

Lady... Madonna, what a beauty! The best boat on the lake!

That's a storm! When does your train leave?

- At 5! If I'll miss it, he won't marry me! - Then you should miss it!

- I feel bad! - Go inside! - Let me go out!

Stay inside! You want to end your days in the lake!

The bells are not loud enough, no one can hear us!

- Let me do it! Help me to bind the sails! - I'm scared, help!

Calm down! We'd better go to your dock and wait till it's over!

- What? My wife's dock? You're crazy! - I'll be crazy if I don't do it!

Go on and try, if you've guts! I'll throw in the water you and those two sluts!

- Go take the wheel or we will turn over! - I'm scared!

- GO! - Oh, my God, Lord... - Go inside, idiot!

- Help! - GO! - I'm going!

Who made me do it!

Help!

- What are you doing! Stop it! - I can't stand it anymore!

- Cut the waves! - What waves?

- Move over! - I feel bad!

- Move over! - If I gotta die, I wanna die there!

- It's not holding! - There...

- Faster, before it leaves! - There it is! Go, go! - Bye!

- Hold it! Bye! Watch the rails! - Yes!

- Bye! - Bye, my golden puss!

- Goodbye! - Bye, Germaine!

One double room. - For me a single room.

A sadly single one.

Is there a carpenter to fix my rudder?

No one that I can recommend. I won't take responsibility.

OK. I got it.

I'll rent a motorboat and go to Ranco, or else we're stuck.

Good. - I don't know when I come back, so eat without me.

Orimbelli? - Yes? - Listen...

Keep an eye on the boat and keep company to Charlotte.

You're a gentleman and I trust you blindly.

Of course. I've been a soldier and I know what is loyalty and friendship. - Good.

Ohooy! Matilde!

To the bank, We go to the landing.

Mrs Cleofe... Mrs Matilde...

Where is my husband? - I left him in Stresa, because...

So he went away with you.

Why, you didn't know? - How could I know, you left without a word.

I almost called the police!

OK, I'll take him back tomorrow morning. - No, you can have him.

But pay attention.

He's a dangerous man. Very dangerous. To himself and others.

Let's go, Matilde!

Hello, how are you?

Till tomorrow. - Matilde!

Can I help you? - No, thanks, you can go.

Charlotte!

Hello... - Psst.

Sleeping like a baby. You won't believe what a scene he made last night.

He kneeled before me saying he can't sleep alone.

He said he has awful nightmares.

Well, one wouldn't say… - I couldn't reject him. Do you mind?

Well, no...

But wake him up, I want to see the face he'll make.

How weak we are...

- I'll go to my single room. - No.

I'll go to sleep... in your solitary room.

Thank you.

You can stay here. And sleep the sleep of the unrighteous.

- Don't you talk to me like that! - C'mon, just shut up, OK?

We get up at 8.

- I have to take Charlotte home before 1pm. And you also. - Me too?

You too.

Whore.

Well, yeah...

You're in a hurry to bring me home? Tell the truth, you can't forgive me, you fear me!

- Don't make me laugh, forget about it. - Sure, others' woman doesn't exist.

- Indeed, in my opinion, the woman is nobody's property. - That's a good one.

Actually, last night, it was the case of an abandoned thing, legally a 'res nullius'.

- You mean? - A residual. In short, I only took your leftovers.

In short, until now you only ate from my plate, and licked it, too!

- No! I can't look at it! - Are you crazy? - I don't want to see it!

- Vila Cleofe! It's in front of us! - You almost destroyed my boat!

I'm sorry, it's over. You see, now I'm looking.

With disgust, but I'm looking.

But there are people over there! Who are all those people?

- Oh my God, the Puricellis! - Who?

Mario Puricelli, "Hemp & related products" My wife's cousins...

A whole bunch of ballbusters. Hey, I'll say!

Puricelli's girls have grown up in those 6 months!

- C'mon dad, let us go! - I said no! Enough!

- Tell him! - Just one round! - Kids, when Papa says no, that means no.

Be good and obey.

Olivo, excuse if I dare,

but you're depriving your daughters of a true spiritual enrichment.

You don't know what sailing is, it's flying into silence, diving into the nature.

- You forget everything... - Even your family!

Believe me, Olivo, never as in these 2 days with a friend on a boat

I felt so close to God.

- Am I right, Maffei? - Sure! And close to Madonna too.

I will not let my girls go with 2 men on the boat!

Thanks for the trust. Let me at least show them the boat from the land! - Oh, Dad!

- Ok, go but hurry up! - C'mon, quick, quick, one two!

Have you seen how Corinna has grown up? That's because of fish oil.

- How come this novelty? - What? - You're no longer in mourning.

I received my husband's presumed death certificate today.

He's officially dead now.

And you're officially a widow. And just now you wear light colors?

Maybe you don't know, but a proxy marriage, like mine,

if after 6 months is not...

Consummated.

Is invalid.

Hence, I wasn't a wife, and I'm not a widow.

I'm nothing and none.

Now, girls, I'll show you how you tell the wind direction.

Put your finger in the mouth, like this. And hold in the air... do it.

- You feel the cold? - No, I don't. - You have to suck it very well.

You have to put the finger in the mouth like that.

Cristina, Corinna, go to Mamma! You bastard, what a pig! - Oh c'mon...

- You put your finger in Corinna's mouth! - I didn't do anything.

And licked Christina's finger!

- I showed them the sailor system to feel the wind! - No!

- You showed them a pervert system! - How dare you!

With you I dare! Old rubbish! Pervert!

You've never done anything good! Why do you live? Kill yourself!

Kill yourself! Pig, pervert!

It'd take the death penalty for people like you! Shame on you!

You're the shame of Lake Maggiore! Monster of Düsseldorf!

Sexual maniac...

Let's go home, girls. Cleofe, I'm so sorry for what happened.

- I'm terribly sorry. Bye, Albina, I'll walk you to the car. - Bye, auntie.

That man is my cross. He will end very bad, I feel it!

Everyone has their own cross.

What Puricelli said of that guy is all true.

But it's half of half of half of the trash that he did.

You see my daughter? She was barely 18, he waited that she'd find a boyfriend,

and then he screwed her while she was washing dishes!

What rubbish are you telling, lousy pig?! All lies! Slander!

Shut up, you pervert! Scoundrel! That's not the way of doing, dirty scumbag!

- I'll show you! - Would I do it to your daughter? Puricelli's right!

I'd love to cut off your balls with these scissors, pervert!

Dinner is ready.

I don't know, should I stay?

Please.

If Mr Maffei doesn't mind, I too would come a few days on the boat, next time.

Sure, why not? Even tomorrow.

- You must be crazy! - No, I'm not I want to go back to life.

What should I do, Cleofe? Wait for old age in this house?

No. Mr Maffei can not.

His boat is engaged with other guests, so much so that he can't even take me.

True, but I can postpone. Yes, I can postpone.

Good, then tomorrow morning. What time are we leaving?

Whatever time you like. As early as possible.

This is called closing in the black a beautiful day, no doubt about it!

First that shameful scene of him with my cousins...

Yes, go away, nice champ! It's comfy pretend you don't hear!

And then, tonight, the other one comes up with her great idea!

She wants to come back to life!

What does that mean? That until now I've kept you buried, in this house?

That's how you thank me!

Oh, sure!

Everyone's free to do whatever he wants with himself! Right!

I can't keep you from anything, but neither do I want responsibility!

For this, although you haven't asked me, I feel the need of giving you an advice.

I don't know what's on your mind,

but think about it, girl, and be careful of what you do.

Don't forget that you own nothing. And that you never lacked anything in this house.

I've kept you as a daughter, but I had no obligations towards you.

And now that we have poor Angelo's presumed death, less than ever.

I speak of legal obligations,

but if you do your way, even the moral and emotional ones will end.

If you think you make yourself strong for the few services you do, you're wrong.

Don't forget, girl.

Think about it,

because I can do without you, but you... ou're not in a position to do without me!

Stop that noise!

Sorry to bother you.

It's something urgent and of the utmost importance.

I'm anxious since last night.

Can I count on your discretion as a man of honor?

The matter concerns you too.

I'm forced to make you aware of a secret that I never told anyone.

I don't really see how you can know a secret that concerns me, however,

if you want to talk, go ahead.

Do as you wish. - I trust you blindly.

It's not true that my brother in law Berlusconi, Matilde's husband, is dead.

He's alive!

- You understand? - So he's alive. And where is he? - In Abyssinia.

He became an Ethiopian citizen, with a passport too.

He's the man of trust of Ras Negheta. He's very rich!

- That means he can come back any time! - No way, he won't.

He'll never come back. And you know why?

Because he's a “spadone”.

You know what “spadone” means?

Right, you haven't been to the African war.

When he was a POW, they cut off his balls.

He still has his thing, but nothing below it. In short, he can't get it up.

Last time I saw him, in 1941,

he told me he'd disappear completely. "Dead or missing in action", he said.

"Provided they think I don't exist anymore."

- But... Does Matilde know that? - Oh no, God forbid!

I and Cleofe we swore that we'd respect the will of the "spadone".

And then, what could help, telling her? Matilde had never loved him.

It was a marriage of convenience, love had nothing to do with it.

Love came later.

Love came later...

Love between me and her.

And here's what I want to tell you, dear friend.

I love Matilde, and she loves me in turn.

Look, it's a tragedy, a real tragedy.

Now I only live for this woman. I'm mad about her.

And she loves me. She loves for the first time in her life.

But there's my wife! She suspects. She never lets us alone for a minute!

Since my return, I could speak to her face to face a few times.

Touching legs under the table, touching hands...

The witch watches us! We only kissed four times in a year!

Hey! If you thought to do something with Matilde, inviting her on the boat,

think again, get it out of your head. Because now you know!

Here are at stake the feelings.

Here there's an overwhelming passion for which I wouldn't hesitate, frankly,

to make a tragedy!

Well, if that's true, then you're two great actors!

The long habit of dissimulation, self-defense of the slaves...

- Did I do wrong by telling you everything? - No, you did the right thing.

It's better to know beforehand...

Now, go! Go, go, my dear! Just let me sleep!

- Are you hurt? - No, I'm not...

- Are we still going in the morning? - Yes, we are.

- Look that this outing is the only hope for me and Matilde! - Yes, we're going!

We're going...

Do you want a little cognac?

I'll turn up the volume.

Too much sun?

Do you want a hat?

I'll give you mine.

Here. Watch.

Here is Baveno.

Pallanza...

And that is Switzerland.

- Maffei, the sack. - Thanks.

Will you be away for a long time?

Well, I could come back by tonight, but if you want one night all to yourself...

Better two.

OK, two nights.

Don't be offended, but is your girlfriend like those two Swiss girls?

I mean, is she someone who can match Matlide?

Predictable.

Bye!

Careful! Careful, it's slippery.

Where are your friends?

They're there, they're there! Saddle up!

- Orimbelli! - Hey, on the ship!

Welcome!

Excuse me. We were taking a nap.

- This is Landina. - Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- And this is my Matilde. - Hello. - Hello.

- Welcome back. - Hello.

- # Oh, what a beautiful life... # - Let's go swim!

- You're not taking a dip? - No, she has no swimsuit. - I do.

- I brought two. - Okay, go, go to swim you too.

# Fare il barbiere di qualita, di qualita! #

Look, Maffei, I owe you a confession.

I know, it's not gentlemanly, but since you're the architect of my happiness you've the right.

Tonight a powder keg exploded!

And I blew up to shreds, towards paradise.

You could wear a less indecent swimsuit, right?

- What do you think of this one? - It's nice.

- Maffei. - What's up? - Come over.

Come over, I must tell you something.

- Today is September 14th, right? - Right.

- What's the time? - 4:10pm. Why?

Because this is a solemn moment.

Today, September 14th 1946, at 4:10 pm

the life of Temistocle Mario Orimbelli takes a decisive turn.

What are they doing? I'm already sea-sick.

What else? They're making love.

Hey, Marco, you know that I too got the itch?

Then come into my sleeping bag. Come here, babe, come, come.

I'd like to know what you think of me.

What I think of you? Well, I think that you'll do your way alone.

But which way you'll go, I don't know.

What is certain is that you'll do it not answering to anybody. And,

sorry, certainly unscrupulously.

Maybe you're right.

But the fault is also yours. Especially yours. - My fault?

Why I asked to come on the boat? You can't have misunderstood.

Yet you left me in the hands of my brother in law. You had agreed before?

Answer me. - What are you talking about?

You two had agreed. Don't act naive!

What agreement?! - C'mon, you want to make fun of me.

Your brother in law told me everything before we left.

You just waited for the time and the way to go to bed together, and you used me!

Did he say that? - Yes, and that's exactly what you did!

There was no agreement, and there had never been anything between us.

He buzzed around me, but I never gave it a second thought.

But when you left us alone to pick up your girlfriend I felt cheated, betrayed!

I felt like a slave that the master bought at the market!

What market are you talking about? - Oh… the one in Luino.

I was telling her that there's a lot of American stuff, but it's open just...

just twice a month. - Where is Landina?

She just went to the hairdresser.

And you, why didn't you go? - I wash my hair by myself.

Alright.

Then go get changed, get the stuff for the night.

I want to spend it in a real bed.

I already reserved at the hotel Italia.

What are you doing? - Sleep on.

I'm going out for a smoke.

Marco, what are you doing? Come here! - Here I am, Landina, I'm coming!

Orimbelli, what are you doing? What are you looking at?

I'm looking at the top of Mont Zeda.

I'm doing...

triangulations.

Life is like the land. It's measured by triangles.

Yes, sure... But the women are already gone.

You stay here to triangulate, or you come to the sanctuary? - Go on.

I'll catch up.

Orimbelli! Where were you hiding?

...17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23...

Orimbelli, from here you can see the Mottarone!

In this grotto, ladies and gentlemen, rests in peace the holy hermit!

Attention! One, two, three!

No! By God! Why are you showing me dead people?

I don't want to, I don't want to! I don't want to see the dead!!!

Wine?

You too?

Aren't you eating?

Give it to me.

Waiter, more bread!

Is it yours the boat “Tinca” anchored in the harbor? - It's his.

Yes, it's mine. What's up? - Who is lawyer Orimbelli?

It's me. Why? - Sadly, I have bad news for you.

Your wife was found dead at Baveno. - Dead?

Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbelli. You've been sought throughout the lake.

I received a cable from Intra a half hour ago. Condolences.

How did it happen? - Who are you? - The husband! Now tell me!

She was found drowned in the wet dock. - Drowned? Drowned... Speak, by God!

The judge will tell you more. - Let's go, Matilde. Please, Maffei.

No, you go, you'd better not meddle. Take the first available train and go home.

Alright. Bye!

Sorry for making you wait.

I am the Judge Mazzoleni of the Court of Novara.

Marshal Gambino from Varese and the court clerk Cannavale.

Are you Mr Orimbelli? - Temistocle Mario Orimbelli.

My sister in law, Matilde Scrosati.

Mr Maffei, a family friend.

I was made aware. They were with you cruising on the lake.

Well, unfortunately you're aware... - Aware my ass!

I only know that my Cleofe is dead!

In obscure circumstances. - Obscure? By God!

Well, clarify them, by God!

That's what I'm here for, and I need your help. - Where have they...

I've transferred the body to the Institute of Forensic Medicine for examination.

Autopsy?

There are always 3 possibilities: accident, suicide, murder.

The first is unlikely, so now we must choose one of the other two.

But, for a murder, it takes a motive.

Also for suicide.

Shall we get in?

Today we've already taken possession of your home. - Make yourself at home.

I understand you've spent the night in Pallanza.

Yes, I was on my boat, and the gentleman and the lady...

You and the young lady at the hotel Italia, rooms 16 and 18.

Exactly. We didn't move from there. - It seems so.

In fact, no transport seems rented out, neither car nor boat.

And by foot it would be a bit far. - 18 km.

Well, Mr Orimbelli, shall we go in? - Yes. - Excuse me.

Come along, marshal.

Don't worry, and remember that the best defense is the truth,

The pure and plain truth.

Go, make some good and strong coffee.

Mr Orimbelli, how were your relations with your wife?

If you questioned the domestics, they must have described them.

Yes, they described them as poor. Not too good.

"Not too good"?

Then they didn't tell you the truth. They were crappy!

Look, I'll tell you plainly, I never hid it to anyone.

She was to me, I won't even say unpleasant, totally hateful!

Well, but it's too little to drown her like a cat, poor thing.

The gardener, Domenico Sommaruga, 2said that you had no house keys.

True. - How come? - Well...

Poor Cleofe didn't want me to go out at night.

But that too is not enough to kill her.

No sign of tampering or forced entry was found.

But still Sommaruga says...

that the door from the wet dock to the house was open, and the key was in the lock.

So the supposed murderer could go from the garden to the dock and then into the house.

Well... if Sommaruga says so...

No, I'm saying so. - I expected it.

In his first report...

the coroner dates the death of your wife

between 1: 30 and 3:00 last night.

Mr Orimbelli...

can you prove where you were and what you were doing last night during those hours?

Did you understand the question? Can you?

Yes, I can.

So?

It was me.

It was you? - Yes, it was me.

Well, I meant to say that...

indirectly the fault is mine.

I don't understand. Be more clear.

Well, the last 14th, I had written a letter to poor Cleofe.

I actually believe... Indeed, I'm sure...

that reading the letter, she has decided to end it all.

Yes, I don't want to anticipate... but the reason I think it's really...

it's really that one.

Matilde...

I need to know something very important.

Do you think... you know him better than me...

Do you that he may have killed his wife?

Why?

Last night in Pallanza I seem to have seen him go away by bike.

Are you sure? - No, no...

It's... It's an impression.

It seemed... Yes, it seemed it was him.

And… I don't know what to do...

Whether to tell it or not.

What are you saying?

Mario is not capable of...

No!

No, no, no...

Look, if you're not sure, please don't tell it. Don't say anything.

Domenico, Lena, Martina. Come on, now it's your turn.

Oh, I needed just a nice cup of coffee!

It was a registered letter. I signed the receipt.

At what time? - At 11.00. I brought it right away to the mistress in the garden.

Did you stay while she was reading? - No, I gave it and left right away.

You are aware of an intimate relationship

between Mr. Orimbelli and his sister in law Matilde?

Yes. - You're aware... unequivocally?

You mean, if I saw them together? I heard them, rather, the boat is small.

The other night you saw Mr Orimbelli physically take lodging at the hotel Italia?

Yes, we separated in the hall.

Then he and Matilde went to the rooms.

It was he who wanted two rooms. "For the sake of appearances," he said.

Stupidly so, because now, accepted the situation, I didn't care anymore,

nor of appearances nor of gossip.

Did you hear, judge? That is love. Thank you, Matilde.

In short, you took two rooms for the appearances but you used just one.

Up to a certain hour, yes. - That's to say?

I remember up to 1:15. That's the last belltower I heard.

And he was with me all time.

I waited till she fell asleep, then I went to my room,

I called the porter for the wake-up. You can check that.

He woke me at 8.00, and brought the breakfast.

Check it, if you want. - But from 1:15 to 8:00 I can't check.

Miss, had Mr Orimbelli told you that he had written a letter to his wife? - No.

What letter? - A letter in which he told everything about your relations.

Please! About our love!

And of his intention to leave the marital home to go live with you.

You wrote this to Cleofe?! - Yes.

Why didn't you tell me? Who said I agreed to go live with you?

I wrote it just because I wasn't sure. So I'd put you in front of the fait accompli.

And now that to defend myself and prove my innocence I have to wash my dirty linen,

I say "welcome scandal!", put it on newspapers!

So you'll be forced to marry me.

Because now you are mine, understand? Mine forever!

My darling, I love you, you know? Darling! I want to... I want to mar...

Judge! I officially introduce to you my fiancée.

Congratulations.

But where is that letter?

I mailed it, they saw it coming, it must be there. My wife stored even tram tickets.

See you tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing? Where are you going at this time?

I'm hungry, I just went to find something.

Instead I was thinking. I was trying to examine myself inwardly.

You know I feel no pain at all?

She's dead, and I can't feel any pain. How can it be?

Maffei...

What do you think of me?

Mamma mia, what a mess!

Then it's up to me to clean up!

These policemen seemed so polite!

So, did you find the letter? - No.

Search and find it, by God! That's what you're paid for! To look for evidence!

We found on the boat the keys to the dock.

Or, Christ, who else should find it? Me?! Sorry Judge.

Here's the autopsy report.

Actually, no signs of violence but much water in the lungs.

Which means she was alive before falling into the water. - See? Suicide!

This would prove suicide, but doesn't exclude murder.

Maybe she was hauled unconscious and then forced into the water. - It's suicide!

Her uncle too, the bishop, ended up the same way, drowned in the dock!

It is a curse that hangs over this family! - May I? - Come in.

Excuse me, I remembered a small hiding that at times was used by Cleofe.

She kept some papers in there. Maybe it's worth to have a look.

On that small desk. - Let's have a look.

Here it is.

This is it.

Stamp, place and date concur.

Thank you.

"It's suicide!"

Temistocle! - Dear Brighenti!

Dearest friend, how are you? - Fine, my dear!

Maffei! This is my dearest friend, Major Brighenti, my former comrade.

Bronze medal!

The last remaining friends, only witnesses of our happiness.

Shall we go? - Yes, let's form the parade.

So, you, Maffei, lead my wife to the altar, and you, Brighenti, you lead me.

Are we ready? Forward, march! One, two, one, two! Step!

It was November 14th.

While the Orimbelli went on a short wedding trip,

I resumed my vagrancy on the lake.

For over 3 months I avoided even to sail near villa Cleofe,

despite Orimbelli's many messages that I found around the lake

where he begged me to visit him and his wife.

Only when my relationship with Landina ended,

moved above all by the desire to see Matilde, I put the bow to Villa Cleofe.

Now listen to this!

One day, after 3 days of marching in the desert, finally,

we managed to find a well, you remember, Orimbelli?

So we all rushed to drink, but general Aimoni cried:

"Hold it everyone! First the camels, then the men!"

We all stopped as one man, except for this smartass,

who dives into the well to drink first.

And the general, from the top of his horse, cried:

"Captain Orimbelli, from this moment you're considered a camel to all effects!"

A camel to all effects! - You're quite a character!

Next time we'll meet in Varese, OK? - Certainly!

Let's meet more often! Come again. Let's get together!

We're always alone, damn it! - Bye!

Colonel, I don't want bread...

.. I want lead for my musket... - But the end for England...

.. begins from Giarabub!

Come again! Let's meet!

That flan nearly made me vomit. - I'm sorry.

And the rest of the dinner too.

Salt and toothpicks were the only good things. - I said I'm sorry!

You don't give a damn.

Again...

You're only good to sneer

when the first asshole arriving tells juicy stories on your husband, right?

Enough! Enough! - What is it?

That fucking broken branch of the cedar! I had told Domenico to cut it!

Now I'll cut it myself!

I'm so glad you came back, I was waiting for you.

You once asked me if I believed him capable of killing.

I said no.

But I was wrong. Now I'm telling you yes.

After these 3 months of living together I say yes. He's capable of anything.

I'm scared.

Do something, help me, save me.

But what can I do?

Say that thing. Tell them you saw him on a bicycle.

But I don't know, I'm not sure.

But I am.

Yes, but now how do I do?

I beg you...

I couldn't make it.

It was too high. I even cut myself.

Matilde!

Fetch me alcohol and cotton!

It's good you came back, I was waiting for you.

Did you see?

It's all over. Love...

All gone.

Three months... and we burned everything.

Someone rang the bell. - Sorry?

I think I heard...

Must be the wind. Who would come at this time?

Sometimes I ask myself: Who's to blame?

Partly Matilde, certainly. But also me, eh?

I, who always lived of love, I dunno, now...

I don't emanate anymore, I don't absorb anymore.

My dear Maffei, that's a disaster.

Help me, Maffei! Help me find myself!

Why don't we leave together? The two of us, on the Tinca, alone?

Like in the good old times.

Come in!

There's here, there would be, the late engineer Berlusconi.

Huh? - What?

Thanks, Domenico.

Angelo!

Yes, Matilde, it's me!

Why did you come back? - Because of this.

But you knew he was alive?

In Adis Abeba they don't like the Italian press but something comes through.

So I noticed this obituary.

"Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbelli tragically passed. Please, no visits."

I transgressed the latter request just to know what it means "tragically passed".

It means she's dead! I've been in mourning for three months!

How did she die?

She drowned.

Excuse me, who are you? - A family friend of Messrs Orimbelli.

I get it. "Messrs Orimbelli".

You wasted no time, eh? Yet you knew I was alive!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because this was his will. To disappear, to be believed dead!

Have him tell you, if he's not ashamed!

You're ashamed, eh? So? What do you want from me?

You have no right on your wife!

Not moral, and least of all physical! Is that clear?

So you can go hide where you've been so far!

Here you have no more rights, my dear spadone!

I know, Cleofe wrote me.

So, with my supposed death, as the only heir you nabbed my share of assets.

Hey, if you came back for this, take back you money and go!

I don't want the money. But I won't go until I clarify the death of my sister!

What is the official version? An accident? - Suicide.

Out of jealousy.

She drowned herself when she learned of our love.

Cleofe committed suicide?

Who do you want to fool?

There has been an inquiry. The judge had no doubt!

It's closed, my dear Angelo! Buried, filed.

Inquiries can be reopened if there's new evidence!

Which one?

I know which one.

A cedar branch.

It seemed a hyena, as in Ethiopia.

But there are hyenas here too,.. dear Sir!

Don't bother, I know the way!

Excuse me!

Oh, mister Maffei. - Hello. You know my name?

Yes. - But I didn't say it.

But it appears in the minutes of inquiry that I carefully studied these days.

What do you want? - No, I was passing by...

No, you've been here for about an hour.

You're curious to know if I've found out something. Am I wrong?

I moved to that hotel precisely to do some checks.

And I'm positive that my brother in law could come and go without being seen.

But that's useless. It would serve just the opposite: that anyone had seen him.

I thought you had elements such as to reopen the investigation.

Yes. A letter served to exonerate him.

It may be that another one serves to indict him. - What letter?

You're interested? Here it is.

Cleofe wrote it on the day of her death.

She tells me of her husband's letter about his reciprocated love to Matilde,

and their decision to live together.

Then she goes on:

"Not that I care about my husband, that moron is more trouble than he's worth,

but I find his letter very strange,

it sounds false, and I feel like a warning of something that will happen.

I wish you were here. Write me and advise me.

PS: In the Gavirate estate I have totally changed the corn cultivation.

We'll see the next crop.”

Do you think it the letter of a person who wants to commit suicide?

Excuse me, do you rent out bicycles? - What?

You rent out bicycles? - No, I don't.

I wanted to take a ride. No one in town that rents out? - Yes, once, but not anymore.

Customers leave a false document, and then goodbye, bicycle.

Yeah. But a friend told me he rented a bicycle just here.

From me? - A sturdy man in his fifties, in a safari jacket.

Exactly from me? - Yes, I think...

Aaah, yeah, I remember!

About four months ago. But I no longer have it, I sold it to him.

He made a good deal! Just think: 500 lire for a nearly new Maino. It's given away!

What more do you want? Why don't you tell? - I pity him.

Him and not me? You don't pity me, who should keep on living with him?

If he did it, he did it for you.

And you won't do anything for me, for us? - All right.

What my brother in law says has no legal weight!

Besides being envious and devious, he's also without balls!

They've cut them off! I demand an expertise!

Eunuchs have no right to testify! They can't even enter into kingdom of heaven!

Control yourself and calm down! - But I am calm, I'm very calm!

Don't you see? I'm smiling.

I smile at the idea to send me on trial because of a letter.

While there's not a single evidence, not one, against me! Let's proceed.

Sure. Marshal, let him in.

Mister Combi.

Do you recognize here the person to whom you sold a used bicycle on September 14th?

That one!

What bicycle? Which bicycle?!

The one with which you travelled the 18km from Pallanza to here in about one hour.

And where would it be, that bike?

I've already ordered to sift the lake bottom near Pallanza. I'm sure we'll find it.

And you trust this guy?! He's nuts! Look at me, you're be wrong!

Oh no, I remember well, it's him! - Yes, Mario.

Also Marco saw you that night, going away on a bicycle.

Yes, yes.

I'm sorry, but I saw you, I saw you, Orimbelli. Now I'm sure.

What have you to say, Mr Orimbelli?

But... But then it's a conspiracy...

You can not! You've issued a sentence. You've recognized my innocence!

But now I put you under arrest. Marshal!

Take away the handcuffs! I'm still an officer!

I will turn to general Aimone-Cat. He'll tell you himself who I am!

All right, no handcuffs. Let's go.

But like that... Let me go get changed upstairs. - Okay. - Watch out.

His trunk upstairs is full of arms.

This lady is a whore.

She wants me in jail to grab everything and run away with this bastard!

Whom I kept at home like a son!

But you don't know. If I'm guilty, I won't get a penny! Everything back to Berlusconi!

And you, bitch, you won't get a fuck! Indeed, you'll get this!

Let's go. I'm curious to see that trunk.

Winchester, Machine gun...

officer's saber, complete colonial uniform, two bayonets.

What is this?

The scepter of Ras Vugheta, war booty. All war mementos.

My bowl hat. London, my 20's.

All my savings, Almost a million.

Fanny!

Yvonne...

Giovanna!

Maria...

Well, that's enough! Give it to me.

Salli, Somali. 13 years.

A Danish girl.

Ethiopian muff.

Love letters.

War mementos, eh?

Relics. Relics of a life, judge.

And what a life.

A sad life. - That's what you say.

Get ready. I'll give you 10 minutes.

Marshal, take those weapons. And you wait out there.

This holographic deed of gift is more than enough.

However, before leaving, I'll warn my lawyers, don't worry.

Thanks, but also the estate and the house in Milan. That's too much.

I owe you. I had duties toward you. And some blames, me too.

Bye, Matilde. - Thank you, Angelo.

Judge! - What's up? - I don't know, he's locked in. I knocked, I called, no answer.

Let's have a look.

Orimbelli! Open the door, Orimbelli!

It's the judge, open the door! Open it! Orimbelli!

Hanging... "à la Condé".

When is the funeral? - There will be no funeral.

Tomorrow morning they will take him to the family crypt in Milan.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's wrong? Why do you look at me like that?

Nothing.

So, shall I tell Domenico to bring home your stuff from the boat?

No, Matilde.

I'm leaving.

Where to? - Away from here.

I don't know where.

Goodbye, Matilde.

English subs revised by edam17@KG February 2015