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Obscene Desire

I met Andrea while on vacation in Italy.

I never thought I could fall in love with a man in such a short time.

We got married today,

one of the happiest days of my whole life.

Andrea used to talk about one of his villas he hadn't been visiting for years

That's where we are going now, together.

I feel like a new chapter of my life has just begun,

so different from the one I spent so far in my quiet hometown in Oregon.

I'm a bit anxious right now, but I'm sure I'll be soon at ease here.

Here we are, honey. This is the place.

I hope you'll like it.

Well, do you?

Let's go.

What's wrong?

Oh, it's you Giovanni. Where were you?

I'm sorry sir.

Poor Michele, he died today.

I didn't know how to warn you about it.

It's all right, Giovanni. Go pick up the baggage

in the car and take it upstairs

I'm sorry my dear.

This is not the welcome I had wished for you.

Unfortunately death is not something we can foretell.

Who's that man?

Giovanni is the gardener.

He's the only servant left now.

I bet you're tired.

Have a good sleep, tomorrow everything will look better.

Goodnight.

What do you mean?

Are you leaving me here alone?

Amanda, it can't be helped.

Michele was a lot more than a servant to me.

- He lived in this house for more than half a century... - Yes, but...

He saw me come into this world.

He really cared about me

and the feeling was mutual.

Goodnight dear.

But...

You really needed a woman here.

There's a lot of work to do to make this place presentable.

Can we hire someone else to help us?

Finding hired help is almost impossible nowadays.

- Well, we'll give it a try anyway. Shall we? - Yes.

Giovanni looks pretty old.

What's his age?

I don't know.

He was already here when I was born, and even back then he looked decrepit.

- I'm feeling a bit cold here, let's get back inside. - All right.

Andrea! Andrea!

Good morning.

These are flowers from the garden.

The master told me to pick them for you.

Oh thanks. Do you know where he is now?

He's in his studio.

All right.

- Thank you for the flowers. - What flowers?

Come here.

What's the problem Andrea?

Why aren't you talking to me?

Do you think I wouldn't be able to understand?

Is that what you think of me?

I can't give you a clear answer.

Actually I can't even give myself one.

I love you, I desire you,

yet sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a sort of irrational terror.

It's not easy to explain.

Maybe it's a sense of guilt.

I feel like I'm going to contaminate you

with something dirty, tainted I'm carrying inside.

Something weighs on my conscience

and I don't know what it is.

Don't worry, my dear.

There's no need to make up problems that don't exist.

I'm your wife, I will always be by your side.

I'm going to help you.

It's just a momentary phase.

Everything will be back to normal.

What really matters is our love.

Thank you, I'm so grateful...

Bye.

- Amanda, forgive me... - Yes?

I'd wish to spend a couple of nights here in my studio.

I have to overcome this fear by myself.

Please, try to understand me.

I do understand you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I'd like to buy some supplies.

Are you new here?

- I'm mrs. Orsomandi. - What do you need?

A lot of things. Here's the list.

Could you please have someone put it in my car?

Mrs. Orsomandi Allbruck, from the United States?

Yes, why? Do you know me?

Only by hearsay. I'm American too.

That's quite a coincidence... How did you end up here?

It just happened... what about you instead?

Let's say I'm here for marital reasons.

Actually I'm here because of my job.

- My name is Peter Clark. - I'm Amanda.

- What's your job? - I'm an anthropologist.

Well, I have to go now. Goodbye.

Goodbye. I hope to see you again.

You scared me.

Hi honey. Wanna take me for a ride?

Shall we introduce ourselves?

Never mind, what will the people think...

Good morning mrs. Orsomandi.

Good morning. How are you? Please come in.

- This is my house. - Oh, I know it quite well.

Really?

Yes, it's part of some research work I'm doing.

What kind of research work?

It would be too long to explain.

I'm studying old myths and legends.

I don't believe in that kind of stuff.

I respect your point of view.

However legends and myths are born of man.

And they sometimes carry their seed of truth.

I'm not really into this kind of things.

I'm sure it's pretty interesting nonetheless.

- I hope we'll have another chance to talk about it. - Of course.

Well, I have to go now Amanda.

- Can I call you by name? - Yes, sure.

- Then goodbye Amanda. - Bye. - See you soon.

- Ma'am, ma'am, please listen... - What's wrong Giovanni?

You must not talk to that man, ma'am.

Are you going to be the one forbidding me?

Oh, no ma'am. Please don't get me wrong.

But you have to stay away from that man.

Take it as an old man's advice.

When I'll need for your advice I'll let you know.

Is that you ma'am?

I've heard some noises, I didn't know it was you.

One never knows...

What's that?

You mean the knife, ma'am?

- It's blood-stained. - Blood?

That's how you slit a rabbit's throat ma'am.

But why are you staying in the dark even during the day?

I am an old man and when I get indoors

darkness keeps my eyes rested.

It's been a long time since the Masters honoured me with

their presence in my house.

I beg your pardon.

Hello? Is that you Rachele?

Yes, the ground is clear.

No strangers.

There was only Michele, the butler.

But he was very old and I helped him die.

Yes, but you have to come here at once. Things are getting dangerous here.

Unfortunately.

Yes, Amanda knows that person.

They already met. They talk to each other.

Yes, please come. Hurry!

Good morning Amanda.

Can I offer a cup coffee to my fellow countrywoman?

Yes, thank you.

Two coffees, please.

How are things going?

Well, I have been a bit nervous lately.

The pace and the mentality are totally different here.

Keep in mind however that your world is still pretty small.

What about your husband?

My husband? He's always very busy.

- He also has his problems. - I see.

Thank you.

Why don't you come visit us one of these days?

I'd like you to know him.

I'd really love to,

but I don't think I'd be well-received.

How can you say that?

Maybe I know this place a little better than you.

I'm doing research about some ancient families of the region.

Including your husband's.

Another reason to pay us a visit, don't you think?

Another reason to stay away.

These families are more jealous of their past

than they are of their present.

Giovanni is a bit weird, don't you think?

Why?

There's something I wanted to tell you.

I was at the emporium the other day and I met...

Hello?

Oh, it's you at last!

What a surprise, I was thinking you had disappeared.

I'm fine, and you?

Of course, it would be a pleasure.

You're welcome, sure.

I've got a lot of things to tell you. And there's a surprise.

No, you'll have to wait to know. All right, we're waiting for you.

See you soon. Bye bye.

Who was it?

Rachele. They'll be visiting us soon. Do you like the idea?

I don't want anyone in this house.

Nobody, understood?

But Rachele and her husband are friends of yours.

You're the one who introduced them to me.

Well, you'll have to deal with a new person in the house anyway.

What do you mean?

It's simple... I'm pregnant.

Hello?

No.. but... who are you looking for?

But nobody's here, I'm telling you there's no one else but...

Who's on the phone?

I don't know ma'am. It must be someone calling the wrong number...

Hello? Who's talking?

Oh it's you, mr. Clark.

I'll explain you later.

Why don't you come here? We could drink something, have a chat...

If Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed.

See you at the usual place, then.

Yes, thanks for calling me.

And sorry for the misunderstanding. Bye.

Besides the fact that I don't want you to hear my telephone conversations,

remember, I won't tolerate any malicious act against my friends.

You can go now.

Do you want to pick me up?

Well? You're not much of a talker, ain't you?

No, wait! Wait, what are you doing?

Wait, I'm pretty good you know...

I do anything, anything you want...

Wait! Do you want to see me naked? Look here...

Wait a second...

Don't you like me? What do you want me to do?

Do you want me this way?

Just tell me...

No!

Do you want me to do this to you?

No... oh my god... oh god...

In the name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

Good morning Amanda. Please, have a seat.

- Would you like a coffee? - Yes, thanks.

Mario, two coffees please.

Well, how is it going?

I hope you'll forgive me if sometimes I come here to bother you.

Don't worry. Anything wrong?

I don't know, maybe I only have to get used to this life.

Or maybe I'm just too nervous.

I'm pregnant, you know.

It's a beautiful thing.

Yes, it is.

I'm very happy.

Why don't you ever come to our place,

so I could be the one offering you a cup of coffee.

I don't know...maybe it's just a matter of laziness...

I just hang around here, in this pretty squalid but also quiet place.

I spend my time watching the hookers being picked up by truckers.

Do you know that another one is missing? Her name is Gianna.

Probably she just moved elsewhere...

aren't you worrying a bit too much about them?

Nah, it's just a distraction...

Is that a good book?

Well, it's a study book...

I'm doing some very interesting research.

- Actually you might be of some help. - Me? How?

You already told me that you don't believe in legends,

but sometimes legends are nothing but chronicles of past epochs.

The history of your family was heavily influenced by certain a woman.

A woman that in the past would have been called a witch.

Oh, come on Peter, please...

Just bear with me for a moment...

these witches were creatures that

- plainly speaking -

had made a pact with the devil.

Listen, I think you're oblivious about the century we're living in.

You must be aware that some of our compatriots have already walked on the moon.

The existence of the devil has been recently confirmed by someone a lot more prestigious than me.

If we accept the devil as real,

we'll also have to accept his power, nefarious but also limitless.

I'm going to tell you a story.

Take it as a fairy tale if you wish, but please listen.

At the end of the 15th century lived a man named Marco, your husband's ancestor.

This Marco had fallen in love with a girl,

a girl who was rumored had made a deal with the devil.

One day this girl found out she was pregnant.

Marco tried in every way to convince her to get rid of that unwanted heir.

But she refused.

Long story short Marco brought the girl in front of an ecclesiastic tribunal,

claiming she had seduced him using her dark magic arts.

He also proved that she was indeed a witch,

and that she had several encounters with Satan.

The girl was condemned for witchcraft and sent to the stake,

while still carrying her baby in the womb.

The definitive proof of her guilt was a little, triangular birthmark

they found on her left hand.

Apparently while she was burning on the stake

the girl launched a horrible invocation.

What kind of invocation?

The last, perhaps most terrible part of it remains unknown.

However what I have decyphered so far may be summarized as follows:

For the next seven generations the descendants of that Marco Orsomandi

will be haunted by a terrible sense of guilt.

Every love relationship they'll embrace will be tainted by the shadow of sin.

So you think my husband...

Your husband belongs to the seventh generation.

And you think I'm going to believe this rubbish?

No, I already told you to take it as a fairy tale.

Not a funny one, I must say.

I'm sorry but I still think it was a story worth telling.

-Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What a beautiful cake!

Happy birthday!

Now you've got to blow out all the candles.

Happy birthday Amanda.

Come on.

Once again.

I wish you a lot of happiness. Let's make a toast.

I'm so happy for you.

Happy birthday Amanda, and let's hope it's a boy!

- Fabio. - Just a little bit, please.

To the sweetest mommy in the world.

What's wrong Amanda?

What's wrong?

Are you hurt?

Where's the pain?

- What happened? - She's feeling sick. Call a doctor.

That's not necessary, she only needs to calm down.

It's just a temporary crysis.

It's nothing serious, just leave us alone for a while.

I'm going to stay with Amanda, it's a woman's thing.

- Take me to the hospital! (inaudible)

Come on Andrea, go now.

I want a doctor!

It's nothing my dear, you'll be fine very soon.

Stay calm, Amanda. I'm here with you.

A doctor... Take me to the hospital...

...to the hospital...

... a doctor...

Lie down.

You're going to feel better now, just relax.

Try to get some sleep.

Giovanni, where's my husband?

The master has already left.

Hello? Yes, I'd like to talk to mr. Peter Clark.

Yes, all right, I'll hold.

Hello, Peter? Yes, it's me, Amanda.

No, not very well, I'm afraid...

I don't really know what is this about.

I'm feeling quite sick.

Listen Peter, could you come here?

No, no, my husband is not here at the moment.

Maybe you can help me.

Please, come at once. Ok?

I'm waiting here then.

Who are you looking for? What are you doing here? Who are you?

I'm looking for mrs. Amanda Orsomandi.

There's no one here. They all left.

I know she's here. Come on, let me in.

- I told you no one's in the house. Now leave. - Giovanni!

Let him pass! Now!

I don't know... maybe I'm just being silly.

But sometimes strange fears haunt me.

Not really fear for myself rather than for the baby.

I don't want to lose him.

I don't even know why I called you.

I'm so sorry, I'm just a silly woman.

In any case you did to call me.

Thank you Peter, maybe you're the only friendly person I know.

I'd like to see a doctor. Don't you think it's my right?

It shouldn't be hard to find one.

No, but... everybody here seems to thwart me.

My husband, it's like he doesn't care.

Amanda! I told you not to get up from bed!

You've been ill, keep in mind your condition.

If she's really ill maybe we should call a doctor.

I don't think we need any advice, especially from strangers.

Mr. Clark is a friend of mine.

Dear Amanda, we all love you here...

...and we are taking care of you.

But you should not be careless.

All you need rest and quiet, my dear.

And I don't think that the intrusion of a stranger is going to be of any help

I have to leave now, Amanda.

Anyway, you know where you can find me.

Mr. Andrea is out, isn't he?

Yes, he said he was going downtown to buy the newspapers

and have a drink with some friends.

- What about the Amanda? - She's resting in her bedroom.

- We are alone then. - Yes, we are. We are alone.

What's going on here? What happened?

- Is she feeling sick again? - Yes.

How are you feeling my dear?

Andrea, I'm scared.

That coffin. That dead man...

It was so frightening... what did they want from me?

It was just a nightmare.

You need rest, a lot of rest. You're having a nervous breakdown.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything. Now you can go get some rest too.

I'll take care of her.

Try to sleep a bit now.

I'll be here, watching over you.

Yes Andrea. You look so indifferent.

Almost like a stranger. I wish we could talk, communicate with each other...

but you're absent and I don't know why.

Andrea, I love you.

Amanda, for God's sake, I love you too.

You're the only hope I've got to free myself.

- Free yourself from what, Andrea? - From myself, perhaps.

I need you.

And what about our child? Don't you care about him too?

Are you really sure he's going to be alright?

What do you mean?

- Ah, I'm scared... - Of what?

Of losing you.

Dear!

How are you today Amanda? Don't tire her too much, Andrea.

Aren't you excited about becoming the father of a lovely boy?

We still don't know the sex of the baby.

He's going to be a boy, don't worry.

- I hope you'll let him call me uncle... - Of course.

Anyway you have nothing to worry about, my dear.

We'll stay here to help you until the delivery.

I researched through the most ancient books in my library to no avail.

Unfortunately all your work was useless. I already know these books.

- I'm sorry but what else can I do? - Try sifting through your memories.

What's this?

Looks like a cadastral map of these lands.

Are these the bounds of the property?

Yes, the Orsomandi crest delimits the boundaries.

Then this church over there is left out, isn't it?

That must be Malepartus.

What are you talking about?

When I was a young boy I was very fascinated by the ruins of that church

deconsecrated centuries ago.

The townspeople tend to avoid that place, they call it Malepartus.

One day my father found me there and he punished me severely.

It looks like the remains of a heretic were buried there.

A heretic or a witch?

Would you take me to that church?

(latin gibberish)

I absolve you of your sins

in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.

- They can't have buried her here. - Then where?

It's more likely outside, in deconsecrated ground.

Come on, what's wrong with you now?

It's her!

Oh my God.

The son of Satan,

killed by mankind

will be born again through

the eighth generation of the accursed offspring

of Marco Orsomandi.

Eighth generation...

this means that my son...

...that Amanda...

We've got to get away from here! Let's go!

Run!

It's hideous. Inhuman.

Satan knows no mercy.

I can't let Amanda give birth to that monster!

I must destroy him before he sees the light of day.

How are you going to accomplish that?

I'd rather see her die as well.

Don't you think you already killed enough people?

They were just hookers!

I wanted to free the world from their sin.

They were nothing but soulless animals.

Christ didn't have to kill Magdalene to redeem her.

But what about the church Father?

For centuries they have eradicated sin and heresy using violence!

Those were only men killing in the name of God.

They were God's representatives on earth.

Therefore they were infallible.

Everyone can make mistakes.

But my faith sustains me.

My faith orders me to fight Satan,

not to kill.

Satan is not invincible, I'll force him out of her body.

Are you that confident in your faith?

My life would have no meaning otherwise.

I'm going to win this battle.

With God's help.

They've just come in.

They'll be in her room soon.

Don't be afraid. I'm here to help you.

I don't need your help! Go away! Now!

No! Don't touch me!

Andrea!

Andrea...

Do what he says.

No! Have you gone crazy?

What do you want from me? What?

Damned filthy priest...

Damned filthy priest...

Damned filthy priest...

Trust him, he's the only man who can help us.

I don't believe you! I don't believe you!

It's a lie!

But... what are you going to do to me?

This is the body of Christ.

Help us, O Lord!

Open your mouth.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Where are you running to, Father?

Did someone light a fire under your ass?

Let go of her!

Don't touch her!

It's too late now, Andrea!

Amanda, forgive me.

- I must kill you. - No!

Here, now we're taking you back to bed.

It's going to be all right. Don't be afraid.

Have a safe trip. And take care.

It's a huge responsibility.

I know, don't worry.

- Thanks for everything. - Goodbye.

The U.S.A. really needed such a wonderful boy.

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