All language subtitles for Black Angel (2002) EN

"BLACK ANGEL"

"March 25th, 1945
Year 23 of the Fascist Era"

Hurry!

Can't you go faster?

The road's a mess.

The car's doing the best it can.

I promised your husband
I'd look after you.

You promised me something too.

Don't worry.
Our pact still stands.

Our wicked pact.

Livia, I want you.

I can't wait to get to Venice.

I know, but drive faster.

The sooner you get me to Helmut,
the sooner I'll honor our pact.

You'll be with him today,
and so today...

Yes, don't talk anymore.

Just drive.

Let me rest for a while.

Yes!

So it's true, with some man
off the street.

And after,
not knowing what to do...

How to ask?
Nothing, eh?

It's true.
It's true!

It was the disgust,
the horror of that vain,

obscene attempt...

Perfect.
Perfect.

Crying now?
Why?

At this point, no.

Let me go now.

What are you saying?
Why?

Now that you know this...

But I knew already!

How could you?

I figured it out.

I'm so ashamed!

No one move!

Any spies or fascist traitors
in here must come out now!

There's partisan lead for them!

Venetians!

Time is almost up for Hitler
and the fascist traitors.

Fight alongside us
for national liberation

and to crush Nazi-fascism
once and for all!

Death to fascism!

Freedom for the people!

Long live the Front for Youth!

Ladies and gentlemen, good
evening and enjoy yourselves.

No one move.

The theater is surrounded.

Give it to me!

I said, give it to me.

It's an order!

I won't give you a thing!

You could have taken them
from those men onstage!

Slut!

Cover yourself up.
This isn't a whorehouse!

The lady is with me.

Give the leaflet back to her!

Let's go.

It's not allowed for--

Of course it's allowed!

Everything is now!

Who is that lout?

It. Helmut Schultz,
of the German Film Unit

here in Venice.

A lecher who does what he wants.

How's that possible?

If you get the actress Lida
Baarova into bed with Goebbels,

anything's possible.

Lieutenant.

They're characters,
these Italians.

I realized that he'd done it
for me.

I felt his pressing desire
between my legs.

I felt it like I'd never
felt a man before.

His stare had violated me.

I didn't back away.
I wasn't ashamed.

I had an orgasm.

What did Ugo mean about
Lida Baarova?

She was Goebbels' mistress until
Hitler made him give her up.

What's It. Schultz's
involvement?

He was her escort.

Escort?

Yes, you know, he was pimping
for Goebbels.

And now?

Didn't you see?

He's a stud who fucks them all!

How come you know him?

Because he represents Germany

at the Minculpop
and [stituto Luce.

He and I sign the agreements
for newsreel exchanges

with the Germans.

Are newsreels the only things
you exchange?

No!
Don't do it.

It meant he wanted
to make love.

My husband only got aroused
if I kept my stockings on.

I'm keeping on good terms
with him

because it's all
falling apart here.

See what happened
at the theater?

We must prepare
for the aftermath.

Understand what I mean?

Reciprocal favors.

Ugo and I are taking steps--
friends, enemies.

Everyone's got interests
to safeguard.

Helmut is one German
that could prove useful

maybe just because
of his vices, eh?

Turn off the lamp.

There's the anti-aircraft
searchlight.

It's a beautiful night.

There's a full moon.

I enticed him up behind me

so as to avoid looking
in his face.

That night, I couldn't have
stood the sight

of his hairy nostrils
or his expression as he took me.

What vices?

What?
What vices?

You said Schultz could be
useful because of his vices.

Oh, yes, I meant that since
he's amoral, cynical, a gambler,

a degenerate,
with women too...

Why all this interest in him?

I couldn't care less!

Darling, you're so wet.

Gorgeous, dirty sow.

Like it, slut?

Tell me truth.

You like it, eh?

Come on, tell me!

Why had I married Carlo?

If I'd ever loved him before,
I certainly didn't now.

I was also certain
of another thing

that thrilled and scared me.

My body, my flesh, my senses
desperately wanted Helmut.

Like a bag, ma'am?

Why not?

Two liras.

Hello, grandma!

What does he want?

Thank you.

Hey, you little turd,
stop there!

What do you say, men?

I haven't done anything to you.

Did you hear?

He hasn't done anything to us.

If he says he hasn't done
anything, well...

let's snip it!

Now get out of here!

Don't forget the lesson!

Too many here are dancing
while the Fatherland weeps!

Pay no attention.
They're crazy.

Your change.

Keep it.

My heart skipped a beat.

I'd craved to see him again,

but at the same time
I was scared it would happen.

Without even looking,
I sensed he was following.

Blood rushed to my head.

Like me to hold that for you?

I must talk to your husband.

He's not at home.

No, no...

You don't want to?

No one's forcing you.

I didn't know how
to pull away.

I didn't want to.

I felt my submissiveness
arousing his senses.

I'll tell you again,
you're free.

See, you're mine!

Ah, it's you, ma'am.

It. Schultz is here
for my husband.

Of course.

Excuse me.

I love you.

Go. Go.

I loved him too.
Yes, I loved him.

Bloody hell!

What is it?

- A roadblock.
- A roadblock?

Partisans...

Keep calm.
I'll handle this.

Turn of the motor and get out
with your hands up.

I have a safe-conduct.

Cornelia, check the car.

The rest of you, watch the road.

Bora, search them.

- Negative.
- Relax. Now the woman.

Negative too.

May I smoke?

Who are you?
Where are you from?

Where are you going?

From Asolo to Venice.
I'm Ugo Oggiano, a lawyer.

This is my sister.

Papers.

Minculpop.
Fascists, eh?

Apparently.

I have an affidavit.

- What do you mean?
- I'll show it to you.

Let's see...

"The bearer of this document
has our guarantee.”

All right, you can go.

- Thank you.
- For what?

We weren't expecting you.

Move that tree!

Found anything?

Just this.

Mauser 1936.
A collector's item.

German, but republican.

It went through the war in Spain
with the 5th regiment.

Go!

Red wins!

Fanatics.

We've got to make up the time
they made us lose.

Just wait, Bora.
Just wait!

Many will win when the right
time comes.

You'll see.

Got a cigarette?

I really need one.

In my inside jacket pocket.

One for me too.

Matches?

Left pocket.

There's a partisan
in my family too.

My cousin Tommaso.

An ex-army captain.

There's been no word of him
since September.

Is he in love with you too?

I think so.

And you?

No.

He's too idealistic
and virtuous.

The opposite of Helmut.

The exact opposite.

I'm scared, Mario.

Vito knows about us.

Don't worry, Elsa.

I'll handle your husband.

No, Vito!
Don't do it!

I've redeemed my honor!

This one's good!

Well done!

The master's good.

We'll do close-ups next.

In the meantime,
let's raise a glass.

"Betrayal

Well done!

"Cinema is the strongest weapon"

Friends,
a toast to Betrayal!

Long live Mussolini!

The first take of this film

in the new fascist and
republican Scalera studios

is a victory made possible
by the recovery in Poland

of a large part of the equipment
erroneously exported

by Cinecitta studios.

Much merit for this goes to the
generous support of It. Schultz,

whom I urge you all
to include in our toast!

And you, Helmut?

Would you kill for honor?

What's honor?

Lieutenant, a German soldier
who doesn't know what honor is?

Something to do with
the military?

And for love?

Would you kill for love?

Husbands kill lovers.

Not the other way round.

Isn't that right?

Just as well.

Also, husbands are more useful
alive than dead.

True, Lieutenant?

From the way that slut
was looking at him,

I knew she'd been
in his bed.

I felt like I was dying
of jealousy.

The idea that their affair
might still be going on

drove me crazy.

Aren't you feeling well?

Just a slight headache.

I have some pills
in my dressing room.

They're very effective.

Come with me.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'll come with you.

Tell your boss that
I appreciated his toast.

My compliments again.

The pills are on the table.

Helmut?

Yes?

Lock it again
when you've finished.

It's a marvelous film.

It'll be the masterpiece
of Scalera studios.

I didn't understand a thing.

The gnawing jealousy
of a moment ago

had become a violent
sexual excitement.

Are you jealous?

To death...

of all the women
who look at you.

Even of Elsa?

Yes, of course.
Why?

Maybe I should be
the jealous one.

What do you mean?

I'll explain another day.

There's no time now.

Are you free on Sunday?

I think so.

We'll meet at 3:00
at Nemo's.

Do you know it?

The shop that changed its name
from Memo to Nemo.

That's the one.

You'll be there?

At all costs.

Kiss me again.

This time I have something
doubly exciting:

form and content.

If you say so.

Let's see.

What a strange place.

I didn't imagine it to be
like this.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Shame it's empty.

These days
they break everything.

Sit down.

I want you to look at these too.

When we leave here,
I might not have them anymore.

Strong stuff.
Who is it?

What?

Don't you recognize it?

I'm surprised at you.

George Grosz!

How could I?

Isn't he one of
the "degenerate school"?

Did you kill him,
by any chance?

No, unfortunately.
He escaped to America.

Lucky him.

I was upset.

The men and women in those
pictures were obscene,

but something about them
excited me.

I had the impression that Helmut
had dragged me

into a whirlpool
of perversion.

They're marvelous!

Really marvelous.

That's why the man who did
them was persecuted.

15,000 liras for the lot.

You're a real scoundrel.

That's a really Jewish price!

Ex-Jewish, Lieutenant.

I changed my name and
was baptized a Christian.

You should be reported.

If you report me, who'll buy
your watercolors next time?

All right.
20,000.

But you're still a scoundrel!

Just like you, Lieutenant.

Agreed.

20,000 liras.

What will you do with it?

What will I do with it?

Simple.

I'll use it to get out
of the war.

One day, two days,

a week.

There...

20,000 liras for a week
of desertion.

Lieutenant,
if you want your money,

push me over to the safe.

For 20,000 liras I can afford

to be pushed by an officer
of the 3rd Reich.

What did he mean?

Strong, handsome,
perverse, filthy...

I liked him.

Till next time.

Shut the door behind you,
please!

Lieutenant, your briefcase!

Keep it.
It's included in the price.

A memento of Dr. Goebbels,
as a gift from me.

Wait!

One day, two days, a week.

Do what you want to me.

Against me,
inside me.

You liked my watercolors, eh?

They seemed like your husband

and his friends
with their women.

No, not me.
I'm not like that.

I could only do that with you...

No, not you.
Of course not.

But they excited you.

Oh, yes.

Feel.

Yes, I can feel it.

I was at his mercy.

No one had ever touched
me like that.

With the tip of his finger,

Helmut had made me his slave.

Take me here, now!

Go!

Run!

Gino!

Gino!

Gino!

Maria!

Get back!
Roundup!

Stay here.

Mama!

Come away!

What happened?

The war.

I wanted to bury my face
in Helmut's chest.

I didn't want to see,
hear, or think.

I just wanted to have him.

Suddenly it was clear

that only Helmut gave sense
to my life,

the sense I'd never
found before.

Come here, stupid!

The sky was gray,
but it wasn't cold.

Helmut insisted I went
with him

to the beach by the hospital
on the Lido.

Can't you see it's raining?

What do I care about the rain?

We were alone with
the sky, rain, sand, and sea.

I felt immensely free:

without rules,
duties, or shame.

What are you doing?

Who was that man?

- A doctor.
- Are you sick?

No, I'm fine.

What did he give you?

- Money.
- And you?

- Vials.
- Of what?

Morphine.

Removes pain;
brings oblivion.

Will you forget me too?

No, I'll never forget you.

I want to forget other things:

the rules, the uniform,
the war.

I'd die if you forgot me.

Wait.

It's stopped raining.

The sun's come out.

Come on.
Let's take a dip.

I finally felt that Helmut
would be mine.

I wanted him
with my whole being.

I wanted his body.

I wanted to feel him inside me.

Don't move!

Because it's never been bombed,
Venice is like a free port.

Thanks for Chanel No. 5.

Everything's on
the black market.

Even morphine?

If you can pay, even morphine.

Cocaine too.

Who uses them?

Lots of people.

Maybe even people you know.

For example?

Actors.

Some actresses too.

Especially cocaine.

Careful!

Good Lord!
We need more light.

Can't see a thing here.

My husband's lamp, maybe.

And how!

Carlo?

At your service.

May we use your lamp?

Rosa needs more light.

Of course.

I'm off to the Giudecca.

Would you get it off
my husband's desk?

You know where it is?

At the end of the corridor.

Thank you.

I have an appointment at
the Scalera with It. Schultz.

A strange chap, that German.

Why?

Yesterday he told me about

going swimming in the rain
at the Lido.

What's strange about that?

Nothing, but it was
the proposal he made.

What proposal?

The recovery of film rights
in Germany

that we haven't collected
in two years,

against a payment
of 100,000 liras.

Who must you pay?

SS It. Helmut Schultz,
obviously.

How much are you owed?

A couple of million.

An advantageous proposition.

There's no doubt about that,

but can I trust him?

Don't you?

Well...

The Lieutenant
certainly needs money,

and he's definitely
unscrupulous.

He doesn't believe in the Fuhrer
anymore, if he ever did.

He likes to live it up,
not play the hero.

I don't know.

What would you do?

I'd trust him.

Maybe you're right.

He needs us,
and we need him.

That's better.

Aren't my wife's feet beautiful?

And her thighs are even better.

The most beautiful in Venice.

I felt Carlo's eyes on the mark
Helmut's teeth had left.

Did he suspect something?

I wasn't scared.

On the contrary,
I grew bolder.

I'm sorry, but duty calls.

Good-bye, Rosa.

My respects, sir.

What did Carlo want?

To let me know he'd go along
with my game,

as long as I went along
with his?

Or did he want to provoke me?

Still working at the Savine?

Yes, we're building
torpedo ships.

We're at the watch factory,
making fuses.

We're extras at the Scalera.

Venice acted as pimp
to our love.

I didn't care about anything
or anyone.

I had no remorse
about betraying Carlo.

I didn't feel guilty about
making love with Helmut.

I loved him even more.

The first time we stopped
in front of that door,

my legs trembled,

not with fear;
with excitement.

It was the secret lair

that Helmut had rented
at the Giudecca.

Ah, it's you.
Hello, Lieutenant.

Hello.

I can't stand it anymore.

Not here.
Wait.

Helmut, put it inside me.

Now it's your turn.

Drink.

Who was that woman downstairs?

- A money-eater.
- Meaning?

The landlady.

For this rat-hole
and her silence,

I have to pay and pay.

Know what I risk if my superiors
find out about this house?

I'll pay for everything
from now on.

- I cost a lot.
- How much?

A lot.

Gambling debts,

bribes to keep me
from the front,

and all the rest.

I told you.

I'll take care of everything.

Very exciting.

[, Helmut,
am being kept by you...

Livia, my mistress.

Like Alexei Orlov
and Catherine of Russia.

Yes, very exciting.

Just one.

It's so peaceful.

If you betray me,
I'll kill you.

I don't like guns.

What kind of soldier
are you?

Don't you know war
is waged with guns?

Exactly.

I don't like war either.

OR, no?
What do you like then?

You know very well.

I want to hear you say it.

Your ass.

To fuck in the ass!

To fuck
the whole world in the ass!

Fuck Hitler!

Fuck Mussolini!

Fuck Stalin!

Livia, I'm drunk on your ass!

Fuck the generals!

Fuck the priests!
Fuck the bosses!

I want to go crazy in your ass!

Tell me it's drunk!

Say it!

It's drunk.

I can't hear you!
Say it louder!

Yes, it's drunk.
My ass is drunk on you!

My insides and my brain
were frenzied with delight.

Helmut had taken
me beyond myself.

He had shown me desires
I didn't know I had.

I had broken through the limits,
crossed over the line.

We need to be more active
and not sit around anymore.

Time's running out
for Hitler and Mussolini.

The storm's upon us.

We've got to get through it
unharmed.

At the same time,
starting right now,

we've got to reemerge.

Come back to the surface,

as worthy types,
if that's possible.

In June, Carlo will be 69,

28 years older than I--
quite a few.

Just Helmut's age.

I'm handling the allied
"Rocky" mission,

not to mention contacts
with the Curia mediators.

In Switzerland I saw Count...

Later, Emilietta, we'll ring.

Count Leoni and he told me
he's turned over gratis

the majority of his
"Gazettino" shares

to moderates in the CLN,

and to keep his irons
in the fire,

he's giving millions to
our friends in the Resistance.

Yes, all right, but he's rich.

So are you.

You could do it too,
if you wanted.

What does that mean?

For example, if the Minculpop
gave you three million

to produce three new films
with Astra Productions...

Which will never get made,
naturally...

Exactly.

The Astra people
will get the money

to those partisans
whom it's wise to support.

I could stomach
those repulsive men

only because I knew I'd be
making love with Helmut

the next day.

We can definitely do it.

Ugo, fix me up a meeting with
Mezzasoma at Sald tomorrow.

There's another problem:

salvaging the film equipment
from the Giudecca and Giardini

when the Germans move out.

All taken care of.

We've got connections too:

Col. Langhans of the technical
divisions in North Italy,

and It. Schultz, German
representative to Minculpop

and Istituto Luce.

Trustworthy?

Langhans, yes.
Schultz, no.

Why not Schultz?

Recently, he procured
some morphine

for that hospital by the sea.

He did it even though he knew
it was for wounded partisans.

He did it for money.

He'd sell his own mother
for gambling and women.

We can corrupt him,
but so can everyone else.

It. Schultz is desperately
seeking a way out of the war.

Yes, but he has no principles.

It's best we steer clear of him.

They're bombing Marghera again.

The allies should be more
careful of the installations.

They'll need them soon.

You're radiant tonight.

Why are you against Helmut?

I'll vouch for him.

I say this because I love you:

he'll betray you like
he's betrayed other women

and his own kind.

Forget him; he's a coward
who only loves himself.

I'll report him!

Careful, Ugo.

If you hurt Helmut,
I'll kill you.

Livia, Ugo, come here.

What are you doing
in the dark?

I had to put Helmut
on the alert:

warn him, help him,
protect him.

Next to those masters
of deceit,

the corrupt Helmut
suddenly seemed

like an ingenuous,
defenseless boy.

Try your luck!

Luck is youth's friend!

The Victory Lottery!

Why was Helmut so late?

Maybe I'd misunderstood
the meeting place.

Maybe he was at the apartment.

Who is it?

It. Schultz isn't here.

Are you sure?

I just took clean sheets up.

I'd have seen him.

Did he leave a message?

No.

You know what men
are like.

What are they like?

Full of craziness,

especially when
it's about women.

I was going mad.

My heart was bursting
with jealousy.

Don't worry.
He's not a bad sort.

If he said he'd meet you,
he'll show up.

Wait at the tavern.

When he comes,
I'll call you.

Will you really?

I won't move from the window.

Thank you.

Look at that.
5 liras for the lot.

3 and we've got a deal!

Hello.

What can I get you?

What have you got?

These days, not much.

Bitters, a spritzer.

What's that?

Wine, seltzer water,
bitters, lemon.

That'll be fine.

Give me a kiss.

Come on, Helmut.
Where are you?

What's happened to you?

Got it!
Shove it up your asses!

Watch it.
There's a lady here!

Here you are?

- How much is it?
- One lira.

- Your mirror!
- Thank you.

Your health!

You can't do this!

I was scared
you weren't coming.

That something had happened,
that you were with...

Another woman.

Yes.

Oh, Helmut,
I'm jealous to death...

jealous of all of them!

No women,
they're not your rivals.

But gambling is:
arival that damns my soul,

clouds my mind,
and empties my pockets.

Swear it!

Look.

I had a copy made of the keys.

This is for the entrance,
and this is for the apartment.

Now you can come and surprise
me whenever you like.

Here, they're yours.

Let's go up.
I want to talk.

- They don't trust you.
- Who?

Ugo and my husband.

They're up to something.
Be careful!

Carlo's gone to Salt').

I can spend all night with you.

Wait, Livia, we'll be together,
but not here.

- Where then?
- Where they're expecting me.

I must honor a gambling debt.

That's why I changed uniform.

Instead of scaring me,
why don't you ask me for money?

What have you got on you?

70,000,
80,000 liras.

You're my salvation.

I believe in a cruel God

who created me in his image...

This is yours.

I was born from the life
of a vile germ.

I'm wicked because I'm a man.

I feel the primordial slime
in me.

Do you like my party?

Where's Helmut?

Over there.

Mussolini said,

"The people
are like women.

They go with the winning man."

The people are like queers!

Long live Mussolini!

Victory to the Axis!

Helmut's lateness
had thrown me into a panic.

I realized I was entirely
dependent on him.

Even giving him money
made me come.

A card.

Good-bye to your 80,000.

What do I care?

I'll have more tomorrow.

In the meantime,
I'm out of the game.

Who says?

I'll give you another chance.

200,000 against Livia.

Winner takes all:

the money and the girl.

One roll of the dice.

I'm game.

Good girl, Livia.

Thanks for the sacrifice.

I won.

She's all yours.

Shall we go over there?

Yes.

My head felt light and free.

Sounds and colors
were magnified.

Everything came into my brain
without filters or obstacles.

Everything seemed imaginary
and real at the same time.

I didn't care about anything.

I would have done anything
to please Helmut.

I was his woman;
he was my man.

Elsa was just a dildo
for our passion.

My conscience dissolved
into pleasure.

You can go.

I had to wait till curfew
was lifted before leaving.

Helmut went on gambling
and losing.

Elsa had lent him more money.

I had the feeling that he
was in the palm of her hand.

It had to set him free.

Move along!

I've already seen four others.

It's revenge for the killing
of Badeschi.

Don't look.
Let's go.

I said don't look.

Oh, ma'am, it's you!

The master came back
last night.

He was angry with me because
I didn't know where you were.

Ah, he's back.
Where is he?

In his study.

Tell him I'm home.

I'm going to change.

Yes, ma'am.

Of course.

Would you tell me
where the fuck you were?

At your friend Elsa's place.

I was surprised by the curfew.

Know what they're saying
about you?

What?

That you're a whore
who does it with lechers!

But it's not true, right?

It's not the right moment
to joke!

I won't allow it!

Certain relationships must be
terminated immediately!

You understand, don't you?

You understand what I mean?

I came back from Salt') early

because there's no time
to lose,

not just for me,
but for you too.

Get dressed and come with me.

Your bath can wait.
Our interests can't.

All right.

Play close attention.

Press here
and a false bottom opens.

These are testimonials
from the allies and the CLN.

This is four million liras.

Keeping it in Venice
would be crazy.

The city could become a trap
at any moment.

You and Emilietta will leave
for Asolo tomorrow,

to a villa that
was requisitioned

from its English owners.

Ugo will go with you,

and you'll stay there
till the storm passes.

It's just a matter of weeks,
maybe days.

And you?

I have to stay here.

I've got feet in both camps.

You understand, right?

When the time's right,
I'll bring them together

on the right side.

I'm counting on you.

Cover everything with stockings,
panties, and slips,

and lock it.

When will I see you again?

To just suddenly leave
everything...

I'll join you as soon
as possible.

Go and take your bath.

Then pack your bags.

You leave early
tomorrow morning.

"I'm desperate.

"My husband's sending me
to Asolo.

"We must meet immediately.

"I'll expect you
at my house at 4:00.

"Carlo won't be here.

I beg you, please come."

I trust you, you know.

Take this letter to the garrison
commander at San Travaso.

Ask for It. Helmut Schultz,
and give it to him from me.

But please, you must only
give it to him.

You know who he is.

The man I saw at the entrance?

Yes, that's him.
Go! Go!

And don't come back
without a reply.

I felt like I was dying.

Leaving for Asolo,
far from Helmut...

I was counting the hours,
minutes, and seconds

that we were apart.

You're sure he said he'd come
at 4:00?

Yes.

See?

- I'll get it.
- No, I'll go.

Darling, you're here!

Come in!
Come in!

My husband wants me
to leave tomorrow.

He says events
are coming to a head,

but I don't want to go.

I want to stay with you.

You could hide me
in your apartment.

It's not possible.

Your husband's right.

His position here
is too exposed.

You'll be safer in Asolo.

Don't worry.
I'll come and see you.

Swear you won't leave me!

What are you saying?
Don't even think it!

It's a crucial moment
for us all.

I'm doing all I can
to be rid of this.

You want to desert?

I want to get out.

There's a group to help men
like me.

Oh, yes, darling, do it.

It's not easy.
They're not philanthropists.

- İt takes money.
- How much?

Lots.

At least a million.

Darling, don't move.

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

Look!

Darling!

I love you!

Take it!
Count it!

I don't even know
how much it is.

I'd never knelt before a man
like that before.

Giving him the money
increased my excitement.

Mad with joy,
my throat welcomed

the boiling spurts
of his orgasm.

Helmut was mine.

Our destinies
were intertwined.

I needed him;
he needed me.

It's blown.
We're on foot.

And so?

Nothing--we wait
for a car to pass.

- For how long?
- Not long, hopefully.

Let's get
the car unloaded.

I have to disappear
for a moment.

Be careful not to slip.

Hello, my car broke down.
Can you give me a ride?

Who are you?
Where are you going?

Venice.

Who goes there?

Who's she?

One of us.
She's with me.

Bigwigs from Minculpop.
Get in!

We're going to Venice too.

Here we go!

One, two, three, hup!

On duty?

Us two, yes.

He's going home.

On leave?

Wounded.

I'm sorry.

At least for him
it's all over.

It'll soon be over
for everyone.

What do you mean?

We'll be "the ones who lost."

They'll be "the ones who won."

That's why we're scarce.

Everyone's changing sides.

As long as whoever's left
doesn't end up like that.

Emilietta!

Emilietta!

Where are you?

Stupid little servant!

What was I doing in the
labyrinth of that empty villa?

Without Helmut, the peace
in Asolo filled me with anguish.

I hadn't heard from him
in two weeks.

I was raving like
a nymphomaniac in a cage.

"The strange weight of his
testicles between his legs.

She felt again the slow
and fatal rise of his phallus."

At 16, I was already
masturbating over these pages.

Maybe the villa's English
mistress did the same.

Maybe not.

In Asolo they say she had
an Italian lover.

That's where she was,
the sow.

She hadn't wasted any time
finding herself a good rod.

For a moment I was attracted
like a voyeur.

Then I got
hysterically jealous.

Emilietta!

Ugo!

Finally!

I haven't heard from anyone
in 15 days.

Keep calm.

There's total chaos,

but I've come all the same,

and it wasn't easy.

I've got news
from your husband and...

It. Schultz.

"Darling Livia,
I kiss you frenziedly.

"I'm going mad from the desire
to hold you in my arms

"and make you cry with pleasure.

"You saved my life.

"I paid doctors with your money.

"Now I'm out of the service.

"I've holed myself up in the
apartment in the Giudecca Soon.

"It. Herman Schultz will
no longer exist.

"He'll be away from
the useless heartaches

"of this lost, senseless war.

"Then there will be only you,
darling Livia,

you forever,
my one true love."

Ugo, you're devoted to me,
right?

I love you.
You know that.

Then take me to Venice.

Me?
How can I?

I promised your husband.

Choose:
me or my husband.

What?

You mean that...

You understood perfectly.

If you take me to Venice,
I'll be your reward.

We leave tomorrow at dawn.

And us?

When the mission's accomplished,
I'll go to bed with you.

Oh, Livia, thank you.

What did I care about Ugo?

If that was the price
for going back to Helmut,

I'd barter my body with anyone.

Venice!

We've made it!

We're tired of war,

and we want to go home.

Engine driver from Treviso,

oil your pistons.

We're tired of war...

We're splitting up here.
I'm going that way.

Can I go a little further
with you?

All right, what about this?

Give it back to me
at the hotel.

All right, I'll wait
at the Luna Hotel.

Yes, of course.

I love you, Livia.

Don't forget it.

Good-bye.

Gino, I'm tired of hiding.

What about me?

Think I'm not tired
of pretending?

Why don't you come clean
with your wife?

Easier said than done, Rita.

Pig. Bastard.
You like it, eh?

Stinker...

Your balls too?

Careful.
I'll eat them!

What do you want now?

Shove it in.

Wait.

Wait.

Like that.

Go on, push!

Well done, my big German.

Was Livia as good as me?

You're a thousand times better.

Was she as beautiful as me?

She was old, jealous,
and dismal as the war!

Liar!
You told her you loved her!

You know why.

Without her money, you and me
wouldn't be here now.

Look who's here!

Come in.
I'll introduce you.

Ninetta, Livia's here.

You wanted to know
what she was like.

What do you want?

You came to spy on me?

You want to come to bed with us,
beautiful lady?

I'm sick of your jealousy!

I'm sick of you!

What do you want?

You had the sex you paid for.
That's it!

I've got no debts with you.

Don't you like the truth?

Well, you've got to listen
to it.

The money you gave me
was the price for my services.

Love had nothing to do with it.

I never loved you.

You never loved me either.

All you wanted was my cock!

And you know it.

Coward.

Yes, I'm a coward!

And thank God I am!

If I'd been a hero, you never
have been able to buy me!

Coward!

Run, run,
your fucking ladyship!

Get out of here, spy!

And don't come back!

Yes, you bastard,

do it to me now!

My cunt's on fire.

Come on, you pig,

give it to me.

I've never come this much
in my life!

I want to die!

I want to die!

I want to die!

I must speak to your Commander.

Identification!

Wait here!

This is no longer a garrison.
It is now SS headquarters.

I must speak to your
commanding officer.

It's important.

Follow me.

There's an Italian woman

who wishes to speak
with Col. Pepper.

A pass for the lady, quickly!

Then take her to the Colonel.

Leave that here and follow me.

Colonel, Mrs. Mazzoni
has arrived.

Yes, Colonel.

- Sit down.
- I'd rather stand.

Mrs. Mazzoni.

What do you have to tell me?

Hurry, I have no time to waste.

Read this.

It. Schultz is your lover?

He's a traitor.

And he dumped you.

He paid doctors
so he could desert.

You're signing
his death warrant!

I've done my duty.

Now do yours.

Giudecca,
Calle delle Convertite 23.

- Third floor.
- Good-bye, Mrs. Mazzoni.

One last thing.

If I should need you again,
where can I find you?

Hotel Luna.

Show the lady out,

and send in Major Brenner,
quickly.

Gastone, is that clock right?

It's two minutes slow.

It's 1:32.

Keep me company.
I'll buy.

All right, Mr. Oggiano.

Can I ask you
a confidential question?

Certainly.

In your opinion,

is it better to know
everything or nothing

about a woman you love?

Nothing.

Finally.

I was scared
you weren't coming.

Why?

I always keep my word.

One for me too.

And a cigarette.

Your eyes have never been
so bright.

Another!

Know why they're so bright?

Love.

Hate.

You hate your husband?

Why would I hate Carla?

He's so busy
I can't even remember

what his cock looks like.

No, Ugo,
I hate the man I loved.

I told you to be careful.

It. Schultz is a coward
who only loves himself.

Tonight's your night, Ugo.

You're sublime...

extraordinary...
sumptuous...

unique.

Come on, Livia,
let's go upstairs.

Mrs. Mazzoni?

Yes?

From Col. Pepper.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to Lazzaretto Nuovo.

I'll go with you.
I know the way.

No!
I don't want to die!

Fire!

Take me, Ugo, here, now.

Hurry.

Livia, you're an angel.

"26th March 1945

A month later,
the war would be over"