All language subtitles for Orgasmo.1969.1080p.BluRay.x264-SB

Can you tell us how long Mrs.
West will be staying in Italy?

- Is it true her husband left her half a
billion dollars?

I don't know precisely.

- Will she remarry?
- That's enough questions.

There she is!

- A picture, Mrs. West!
- Just a moment! Thanks!

- Take off your sunglasses!
- One more, please! - Smile!

- Get closer, Mrs. West!
- One more! - Thanks!

Brian!

My dear Kathryn. How are you?

Welcome, Mrs. West.

This is Teresa, she'll
be your guardian angel.

She'll take care of your every need
and she's more efficent than an IBM.

- How do you do, Teresa?
- Fine, thanks.

Please call me Terry, Madam. I became used
to it after living in London for years.

- Any orders, Madam?
- You can fix us a cold drink, Terry.

Look at this place.
Peace and quiet.

The nearest villa is
one kilometer away.

The sea is twenty minutes from
here, if you're interested.

Oh, you know how
much I hate beaches.

Sorry.

Well, maybe it's a bit big, but
no one will bother you here.

Oh, it's just what
I was looking for.

It's such a beautiful house.

You've been magnificent.

- Oh, please.
- This house is so bright and so...

Oh, Brian...

Now you can go back to being the Kathryn
who studied art at the Newport Institute.

It was such a long time ago.

It's hard to start over again.

I object. You're young and possess
everything a woman could desire.

Everything, yes, and
that includes pain.

Pain doesn't last forever.

Just like you managed to forget
your wretched childhood,

or the miserable existence you
led before meeting poor Robert.

But how will I pick up the pieces
of my life, now that he's dead?

Ugh, no way. Doesn't this
house have anything decent?

Of course. I apologize.

Try to understand, Brian...

I'm a mess right now, I
need something to cheer me up.

I know I can get back on
my feet all by myself.

I just need a little freedom
after everything I went through.

It's my duty to remind you
that this kind of freedom

won't do your nervous
system any good.

In a few months, I'd like to see you
go back to New York in tip-top shape.

I have no intention
of going back there.

Very well. Did you
sell every asset?

My dear, we've gone over
this at least ten times.

Two oil companies, four TV
stations, a steel mill.

I'm not trying to sell some old furniture.
Please understand, I need time.

Alright, Brian. Do
what you think is best.

Selling the mansion on Lake Michigan could
be a little more complicated, I'm afraid.

Robert's aunts sent me a
letter concerning that.

Oh, that old, cold
dump of a house.

It was the rock bottom
of my honeymoon.

Every member of the West
family was born there,

including the aunts who
are against selling it.

- Why don't they buy the house, then?
- They consider it a family property.

What do I care about it, anyway.
They can have it for free.

Wise move. It would get those two
old spinsters out of your hair.

I want you to relax, dear, and
not think about anything.

I'll call you from New York.

- Teresa can get you a chauffeur, in
case you need one. - Thank you, Brian.

You're a gem.

- Teresa?
- Yes, Mrs. West?

Take that away at once. I don't
want any television sets in here.

- Can I store it in the attic?
- I don't care where you store it.

Just as long as I don't
see or hear it.

- Time for your medicine, Madam.
- Right.

Some journalist called twice.

I'm sick of being interviewed.
I'm done with journalists.

Tell him he can go to hell.

- My head is killing me.
- You'll feel better soon.

Howdy, everyone!

Good morning, Madam. How
are your kids doing?

There are no children here.
What do you want?

A screwdriver and,
possibly, a phone.

But, most of all, I'd like the warm welcome
deserved by any pilgrim in distress.

I'm sorry, but we
can't help you.

Come on, "Countess,"
I'm begging you!

I just need moral support,
I'll do the rest all by myself!

- I already told you that...
- Teresa?

Yes, Mrs. West?

Give him everything he needs.

- Send him away as soon as he's done.
- Well done, Mrs. West!

- Hey, "Colonel!"
- What? You talking to me?

See that rose?

- What rose?
- That one.

Pick it and give it to
Mrs. West.

My name is Peter Donovan.

Pliers.

Scissors.

Yup, good communication between
two parties is essential.

Okay, all fixed.

Really? You already
managed to repair it?

Not at all. It's
broken beyond repair.

I have to change this part.

A toast to your beautiful eyes.

Speaking of those,
care to show them?

- Is it really necessary?
- Not really, your word is enough.

No, I guess your
word wasn't enough.

Alright, I understand.

How far to the nearest town?

I'm not sure. I'd say a couple miles.
Maybe four.

Well, at least it's
not forty miles.

I'm sorry for leaving the car here. I'll
be back in the morning with a mechanic.

That's fine. You want me to ask
Teresa to give you a ride?

Oh, don't worry.
I'd rather walk.

Well...

See you soon.

What are you doing here?

Trying to sleep. I didn't mean
to turn the radio on, sorry.

Weren't you supposed to take
a walk to the nearest town?

I sure did. Six miles and
7000 lira for the spare part.

The mechanic wanted 10000 to come
here, and 7000 was all I had.

I see. You don't have any
money to rent a hotel room.

Well, bad stuff happens sometimes, right?

Stay there.

Yes? Hello?

Oh, it's you, Brian.

I was worried you
forgot to call me.

Saturday? It's perfect.

- Let me think, today is...
- Wednesday.

Yes, let's schedule
it for Saturday.

Alright, dear.
I'll see you there.

Okay, good night.

It's not polite to come in here and start
poking around, you know.

I was just looking. It's normal
to admire a masterpiece.

Or else what's the point
in painting them?

I paint for myself.

Besides, I'm just an amateur.

It's perfect.

You used a mirror, right?

I must say you have a very unusual
navel, just like Botticelli's Venus.

Oh, cut it out. Stop talking about
things you don't understand.

- You don't look like an art critic.
- Why not? What do you know about me?

You're right, though. I'm neither
a critic nor an intellectual.

I don't even have
good manners.

I'm so hungry I
could eat a horse.

But I guess horses don't have good
manners either. Goodnight, Mrs. West.

Wait a minute.

Don't be such a baby.

Wait here.

That's all I found. Maybe it's not enough
for a horse, but I'm not waking Teresa up.

That really isn't necessary.

There's some whiskey here.
Help yourself.

Thanks.

You can sleep here. Try to
make do as best you can.

I hope you'll forgive me for
not owning pajamas your size.

I always sleep naked, just like
the women who sleep at my side.

Goodnight.

I don't want that old witch
to find out about us.

Why do you care? You're a free woman,
Kathryn. Besides, she works for you.

Why should you be scared of her?

Because you're supposed to be
scared of everyone in life.

Especially when
you're feeling happy.

And things aren't all that
easy at the moment.

When did you become a widow?

- A month and a half ago.
- I suppose you loved him very much.

He died in a car accident.

Good for him. We'd have
never met, otherwise.

Poor Robert.

He was a kind man,
but so reserved.

He only thought about money.

- And that's the reason you married
him? - No. I needed to be loved.

I thought I could find
that with an older man, yet

money was the only thing
Robert was able to give me.

Care for a soul-saving
suggestion?

Give all your money away. Not to the poor,
but to someone even wealthier than you.

The fewer rich people we have,
the better the world will be.

Now go away, but come back later.

Have a good trip to London, Mrs.
West. Give the city my best.

Thank you, Peter. Come visit
me next time you're here.

Goodbye.

You can clear the table, Teresa.

You're free for tonight.

Peter?

Is it you, Peter?

Wait, don't!

You don't like getting dirty?

Oh, yes.

Yes, do it, soil me.

Peter, oh Peter...

Stay here.

Try to stay quiet,
I'll be right back.

I'll answer it, Teresa.

- As you wish.
- I need some strong coffee, please.

Hello? Hi, Brian.

No, let's meet there,
I'd rather drive.

Don't worry, I'll pick
my most conservative dress.

Alright, see you later.

Hurry up, you have to
leave immediately.

- What about you? - I'm leaving for London
in one hour. I need to finish packing.

I hope I'm not offending you, Peter, but
this will keep you afloat for a while.

Did people pay you for this
before you married that rich guy?

Please, forgive me. It's just my
repressed maternal instinct kicking in.

Please, try to understand me.

Farewell, repressed mommy.

- It's best if we stop seeing each
other, of course. - That's up to you.

If you change your mind, my address is
Piazza Navona 19. No phone, but I get mail.

I believe we have
reached a settlement.

You're asking to keep
ownership of the mansion,

and in exchange you won't make other claims
on the estate of your nephew Robert.

- That's correct. - Not at all! I'm
not giving up my part of the inheritance!

That's why I intend to buy
the family mansion from you.

It would be just the same, dear.
What's your opinion, attorney?

The purpose, yes,
the process, no.

Let's do it your way, then.

On the contrary, dear! The old mansion
is worth way more than 200,000 dollars!

President Lincoln
spent a night there!

What are 200,000
dollars, after all?

Let's also consider the
sentimental value.

Let's not equate
sentiments with money!

We should hear
Kathryn's opinion!

Oh, well...

All I know, my dear aunties, is that poor
Robert wanted you to have the mansion.

We've never accepted gifts
from anyone, my dear girl!

Janet, you're insulting
our niece's generosity!

She's not my niece!

Poor Robert is dead! She's
just my nephew's widow!

Kathryn! Get her
some water, hurry!

This is the power
of attorney form.

This one is for the petroleum
company's management.

This is for the change of address. No text
yet, I'll fill it in when I get to New York.

This is a thank you and goodbye
letter for the management board.

You should also send a
note to the old ladies.

- You're kidding. I've had enough of them.
- Come on, don't make that face.

- A dinner invitation is awaiting you.
- Is that so? From whom?

Someone who discreetly
admires you from afar.

- Hello? I'd like to dictate a telegram.
- Where to?

- Rome, Piazza Navona 19.
- Go on.

- Make it urgent.
- The message, please.

- Well...
- Yes, go on.

I've changed my mind. Sorry.

Teresa!

Teresa, help!

Mrs. West!

Oh, Terry...

- What happened?
- There's someone in the house.

- Let's go. Come on.
- But I said there's someone in the house!

I'm telling you I
wasn't dreaming!

The shower was on, the window was open,
and the portrait has always been there.

Someone must have
moved it upstairs!

I didn't hear anything.

Who would take a shower
during this thunderstorm?

Oh, now you're making
me talk nonsense, too.

But the lights went out and then
suddenly on in the other room!

You don't want to believe me.

I believe you're taking too many sleeping
pills, and other pills to keep yourself up.

Listen to me, Mrs. West.

Go get some sleep now,
there's nobody here.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

"If the mountain will not
come to Muhammad..."

You could have called, at least.

Come here, I wanna
show you something.

They cut the lines
two months ago.

No, hands off.

No, not here.

Yes, here. I didn't complain
about your luxury mansion.

But this is my place, and that's
the bed where I take my women.

Women like her?

Yeah, like her.

And also like you.

I'm worse than her.

I'm the worst there is.

Yes, let's do it here,
like with all the others!

I'm so jealous of you.

I want to be the
only one for you.

The only one.

Okay, that's enough!

Shit, it's always
the same with you!

- Cut it out, you fool! She's not like
the others! - I don't give a shit!

Take a hike, you impotent prick!
This stuff isn't your cup of tea!

I'm telling you
she's a real lady!

I'm sorry, Miss,
this is my flat.

I only let him stay because he
said he's in a lot of trouble.

But he hasn't given me a
cent in three months!

Let's get out of here, Kathryn.

- You'll have the keys once I see the
money. - Keep 'em, it's out of gas anyway.

How much does he owe you?

Let's see... Sixty thousand lire for the
rent and twenty thousand for a poker game.

No, don't!

Thanks, Miss. Good luck to you.

Cheers, put it on my tab.

You lost me a friend and a roof,
can I at least have a ride?

Cut it out, Peter. I find this
situation quite unfortunate.

Hey, I didn't summon you here.

Is it so hard for you to act
like a man and say you're sorry?

You're right.

Forgive me.

Hello, Teresa. I need you to
get the guest room ready.

Mr. Donovan will be staying
here the entire week.

Very well.

- Eva!
- Hiya!

Join us!

Meet my little sister Eva.

- Sorry!
- You should be more careful, Miss.

Don't worry, Teresa. Why
don't you go get some sleep?

Sleep, right.

Come on!

Oh, stop it!

I'll never be able to do it!

Stop it, Peter, I
said I can't do it!

I'm out of shape now, but I danced
to rock and roll back in my day.

Hey, these are your days.
It's ours that are yet to come.

Peter's right.

I'd give half the years I've still
got left to be like you.

I've never been able to
be like I really want.

I've started to hate
myself after meeting you.

If you only knew how much admiration
I feel when I look at you.

You're so womanly and
strikingly beautiful.

And touching you to be sure you really
exist, well, it's very exciting.

See, Eva, sometimes some people share
their most intimate feelings with

others who don't deserve them.
That's what you're doing to me now.

I don't deserve them, trust me.

Let's drink to that!

Right, if you're really up to the
task, teach me how to be young again!

Let's go!

Keep dancing, you're great!

Like this?

You're just perfect.

It's so good to be young.

Freeze!

Stop using the
flash, you dimwit!

You'll make us look like
a trio of monsters!

This film is very sensitive, the standard
settings will be more than enough.

There, you're all set to go.

- Does it have an automatic shutter
release? - Yes, of course.

Ta.

Ready? Everybody still, here
comes a family portrait!

Did you get some
good rest, Eva dear?

Yes, thank you. This place
is so gorgeous and quiet,

it reminds me of my grandparents'
house in Beverly Hills.

Give me a break. That moldy dump with
canaries flying all over the place.

Oh, come on now. I actually
believe you'd rather be there.

That's the way he is. He always
claims to hate what he loves.

At last.

I'm fine, thanks.

I can't join you guys. Drinking on an empty
stomach really impairs my driving skills.

- Where are you going?
- Back to Rome, I guess.

Stay, I insist.
Lunch is almost ready.

But only if you don't have
anything important to do.

I can't imagine anything more
important than you, Kathryn.

Now, at least.

Then have a drink, Eva!

I forbid you
to drive today.

I wish I didn't feel so tired.

It's such a shame interrupting
a night like this.

I have some pills that'll make you
feel great. I already took one myself.

Wash it down
with a glass of whiskey.

- Can I kiss her, Eva?
- You must.

Not now, dear.

You can't refuse
a guest, Kathryn.

Why do people hide
when they make love?

There are so many ridiculous,
revolting things,

whereas love is the most
beautiful thing in the world.

Well said, sis. Imagine, there's
people counting their money in public.

Or people trading punches
in a ring.

Or people making war,
that's even worse.

When was the last
time you made love?

I never remember the last time, I
prefer to focus on the next one.

What you did in the past always feels small
compared to what you'd like to do.

And now I command you
two to go to bed.

I'll take your word on it.

Kathryn? Wake up, honey.

It's four in the afternoon.

Let me sleep. Please...

Wakey-wakey, time to get up.

- Ow, my head.
- Well, you overslept.

Come on, take this pill. You'll
feel better in a minute.

Your move, Kathryn.

Hello? Yes, she's coming.

Hello? Hi, Brian. How
are things going?

No, don't worry.

The kids are the grandchildren
of one of my Boston friends.

Tomorrow night?

Yes, perfect.

All right, see you tomorrow.

No, I'll come there.

Alright, bye.

Try to leave us and you're dead.

You idiot!

Peter, it was just a joke!

I won't have anyone
joking with guns!

And I won't tolerate
any violence!

You'd rather get
shot, you moron?

How dare you talk
to me like that?

You shouldn't raise your voice,
I can hear the Brooklyn in you.

"Brooklyn."

I don't want you two
fighting because of me.

- It's not your fault, Eva. - Alright,
it's mine! Let's get this over with.

Oh, that'd be too easy.

- Did you behave this way when
you were a child? - Always!

But his apologies are
always sincere, believe me.

Okay, let's forget it. I can be
pretty grouchy myself.

Stop it!

Goodnight, enjoy making love.

And that's why I'd like spending
more time with you, Kathryn.

You're such a dear, Brian, but
you have nothing to worry about.

I'm feeling much better now.

Those two kids have
been so good to me.

They really helped me enjoy life
and feel young again.

It's fair. I always forget how young
you are, especially compared to me.

Oh, Brian, don't be silly.

I want to be honest with you. I don't
have any intention of marrying again.

I didn't ask you to
marry me, though.

No, but you were about to.
I just forestalled you.

However, you're still the person I feel
closest to. I'll never let you leave me.

I've never met such a cruel,
calculating woman in my entire life.

What's that?

Oh, just a pill to
help my digestion.

I've been having
some liver problems.

Let's call it a night, Brian,
I want to go to bed early.

"Welcome back, you tramp."

No! No! No!

Are you all right, Mrs. West?

How are you feeling?

What happened?

Do you feel sick?

Say something, please.

Please.

Would you like me to
make you a cup of tea?

No, no, thanks.

Ah, good.

Drink this, please.

It'll make you feel better.

What happened to you?

I fell down the stairs, Teresa.

- It's nothing. I'm fine.
- But...

You can go back to sleep,
we'll look after her.

Come on.

We didn't really lie to you.

My parents and Eva's were such good friends
that they divorced and remarried each other.

We grew up together, same schools, same
trips, same bed, ever since we were little.

It's revolting.

What you did to me wasn't right.

There's no reason to
get so carried away.

He's right. You're not
jealous, are you?

If anything, I should be.

Jealousy doesn't exist, though.

Especially in our
peculiar situation.

Why did you come here, Eva?

I was curious about the woman
that was stealing Peter from me.

But I understood he was
right as soon as I met you.

I've fallen in love
with you as well.

What are you talking about, Eva?

Love comes in many
different ways.

When we were alone, moments ago, it
felt like you were still with us.

I... I was between you...

I'd give half the years I've still
got left to be like you.

I'm the worst there is.

The worst there is.

These are your days, it's
ours that are yet to come.

Mrs. West?

Mrs. West?

Yes, what is it?

Breakfast is ready.

I'm not really hungry.

Have you served the others?

They're not in the house. I
suppose they've gone out.

Yes, possibly.

- Well, don't worry.
- I'm going to town to buy some groceries.

Anything else you need,
Mrs. West?

No. No, you can go now.

Only a man who's truly free
doesn't need servants.

I think we could do
great by ourselves.

- Without that old prune constantly spying
on us. - But... I can't ask her to leave.

Why not? Tell her you're locking up the
house because you're going on a cruise.

You mean we'd stay here alone?

No, Martino is staying. I mean, he's
deaf and flowers are his only concern.

Good, it looks
like we all agree.

Before you make a decision, Kathryn,
I want you to tell me something:

Did you like it?

- Goodbye! Enjoy your trip!
- Goodbye.

Yes?

No, the lady doesn't
live here anymore.

I don't have the foggiest
about her whereabouts.

What do you care about it?

You can go to hell!

Eva, please, turn
that racket down!

Hey! Why the hell did
you turn it down?

She asked me to!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! I can't
take it anymore!

Stop it! Stop!

So, third question:

What do you think of yourself?

What do I think of
myself, you ask?

When I think about myself,
I feel like puking.

But acknowledging that I hate
myself allows me to feel happy.

That's the problem with you two,

you still haven't realized how
much you should hate yourselves,

and that's the reason
you're unhappy.

There, I said it.
That's the truth.

We're both really
repulsive now, aren't we?

Get outta my way!

It's only a game.
Let's drink to it.

Sure, it's the game of truth, and
truth is what I was telling.

You won't be screwing me anymore with your
booze and your drugs, you little bastards!

You won't get in my head!

Find someone else for
your degenerate games!

Now get out of my house. I don't
ever want to see you again!

Never again, you hear?

I hate you! Yes,
I despise you!

Put it anywhere, as long
as it's out of my sight.

- Yup.
- Take it away and stop wasting time.

Don't forget to open the
gate at five o'clock sharp.

Don't open it for anyone before
or after that time, understand?

- Five, you said?
- Five!

What more do you want from me?

Just leave already.

I see. How much do you want?

- She's asking how much we want.
- How much does she think she's worth?

Blackmail. I should have known.

I'm expecting guests, I don't have time
to waste. Tell me how much and scram.

Oh, we don't want your money.
We just want you.

How lucky for Kathryn to meet you two after
that nasty governess walked out on her.

Being alone in this "desert" would
be quite unfortunate, I reckon.

- "Desert," Ms. West? What are
you talking about? - Why?

This is a regular Eden.
I'm a botany major,

and I've never seen a place
so full of cryptogram plants.

What about your interests, Ms.
Donovan?

Music and photography, mostly.

Actually, I could say I'm
just an old-fashioned girl.

I feel I'm still too young to
really care about a career.

Very wise answer. It's refreshing to
hear that from someone so young.

I don't agree with you at all, my girl.
You'll risk ending up like us,

forced to deal with alcoholics
without even being tipsy once.

- Feeling better, dear? - Yes, very. I also
prepared those notes you asked me to do.

What notes?

The notes about the oil company. Watch out,
Brian, I can't have an amnesiac attorney.

Oh, right. I forgot
about that, sorry.

Everything's in order,
we can proceed.

This contract concerns transferring
ownership of the Lake Michigan mansion.

The agreement has already been approved
by the counterparts. Sign here, Kathryn.

- See you in London, dear!
- Better, at the old Lake Michigan mansion!

I'd like to thank you for everything
you're doing for Kathryn.

Our pleasure. Kathryn is
such a sweet, but unhappy woman.

- I'll call you tomorrow morning from the
airport. - Yes, don't forget.

- I won't.
- Remember.

"Come back alone ASAP."

"I'm in danger."

Shut the gate.

Whoa! This'd make our dear rotting Mr.
West come back to life!

Whiskey, soda and two drops
of angostura: a real nectar.

I'm sure you'd give all your filthy
millions away for a sip of this drink.

But we don't want her millions.
It's her we like.

So sweet and fiery, just like
you were all those years ago.

That's in the past.

And I don't feel like
drinking anymore.

You're a liar.
You'd die for one.

But you're so scared.

This is the most exciting
moment of your life!

- A life full of lies and hidden vices.
- Stop it!

What will you promise me
in exchange for a sip?

What will you promise me, hon?

Stop it.

You sound so dumb. We
haven't even started yet.

- Hello? Brian?
- I can't find your notes, dear.

- What, you lost them?
- Too much noise, I'll call you back.

No, please, don't hang up!
Don't hang up!

- Are you not feeling well, dear?
- I'm good! Don't hang up!

Hello? Hello, Kathryn?
What's going on there?

I can't hear you.

Hello? Hello, Kathryn?

Hello?

I'm sorry I bothered you, Brian. I just
needed to ask you about those dividends.

- What dividends? - Don't worry, I'll
tell you once you're back from New York.

- Alright.
- Come back soon, Brian!

Turn it down a
little, Eva, please.

Can't you handle some
music, you imbecile?

Scram. Go to bed.

We wanna be alone.

Open the door! Open it, please!
Open it!

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

Open the door!

Please, stop! Open the door!

Let me out of here!

Stop!

Stop it! Stop it!

No! No! No!

- What's going on here?
- She's locked herself in!

Kathryn! What are
you doing in there?

Stop acting like that! Turn off the car
and get away from the garage door!

Why did you lock yourself in?
Have you gone mad?

- Madam! What's wrong? - I want to get
away from here! Where are the keys?

- You're very sick, Kathryn!
- Calm down, we'll take you home.

- I want my car keys, tell me
where you hid them! - The keys?

I have them, just come with me.

You've been
hallucinating, Kathryn.

You can't leave the
house in this state.

Be good now.

Peter! Look up there! That
poor kitty could fall down!

Please, do something!

- What is it?
- Look up there!

It's always the same with you. Why don't
you try acting a little less dumb?

Where are you going?

No, wait! Stop!

Listen, 1...

So that's why you kept
this door locked.

We're gonna use it later. It'll be
the prelude to many great evenings.

Why are you doing all this?
What's the point?

There's a point for
everything in life!

Whoever can't see that is doomed
to be unhappy. Just like you are.

You wanted to be alone with your vices
and your booze? Well, you got it all.

You're really something,
you know that?

Gotta save a life now.

Hey, wait a second!

Thank you.

- Yours?
- Yes, he ran away this morning.

I've been looking everywhere.

- Where do you think you're going?
Go back to bed! - Get out of my way!

- Come with me!
- Let go of me, please!

Stop acting like this and come with me!
Stay still!

- Let go of me, please!
- Stay still, stupid!

Come with me!

Let go of me, I said!

I live close to here,
near the lake. Goodbye.

Bye.

- Who's that guy?
- You mean that gentleman?

He comes around from time
to time. We chat a lot.

Go to town and get me
some cigarettes, hurry.

No... Please, don't beat me!

No, please don't.

No! Please, no!

Please, no! No!

No!

Stop!

Martino!

No! Don't go!

Don't leave me!

Martino!

Martino!

Martino! Don't go, please!

Don't go! Don't leave me!

Martino!

Thank you! Thank you, Madam!
Goodbye!

It's useless. Not a drop
in the whole house.

Have you already forgotten
our incredible nights?

What happened to the phone?

We're against technological progress
and we don't like being bothered.

Put it back this instant.

I want to get some
whiskey delivered.

No need to. Eva went grocery shopping. I'll
find you something, if you're so parched.

The gate is locked,
for your information.

And here we are!

But you've got to be nice
if you want a drink.

I don't want any,
don't come closer.

I was just trying
to be kind.

You see, the thing is we
stopped having fun with you,

mainly because you're
a deranged alcoholic.

Bring me a glass, babe.

Yes. Right away.

You're a nice girl, after all.

Stand up.

Do it.

Stand up and come inside.

I want the keys for
the car and the gate.

Don't do anything foolish.

Freeze right there!

Throw me the keys.

Don't move an inch.

I shouldn't have used that
blasted red coloring.

You gotta admit the blank-firing
gun was a neat idea, though.

How's she doing now?

She's waking up. The
sedative was mild.

Be careful.

It's not the right moment yet.

No worries. It's pure science.

Hello?

Yes?

Yes, this is the West house. Oh,
it's you, the attorney. How're you?

No, she went to Rome
with my sister.

A shopping trip-

Oh, I understand.

Well, I'm not sure, I hope
they'll be back by then.

See you soon.

Sorry, hon. We even got
your phone back, see?

You've been acting
so weird lately.

Sanders is on his way,
you better get ready.

Brian is coming?

Indeed.

You better behave. One wrong move and we
spill the beans. Don't forget we got proof.

- I swear I won't say anything.
- You swear it?

She won't. Our Kathryn
will be perfect.

Get out of bed. You must
be in perfect shape.

We can't have your friend
seeing you like this.

No. You can have more later.

Now be a good girl and get out of bed.
Get yourself together.

I apologize, but I have to be
in New York tomorrow morning.

I don't know what
to say, attorney.

Every time they go to Rome they
lose themselves among boutiques,

theaters, and restaurants.

I don't have the energy to
keep up with those two.

Perhaps it's better this way. Kathryn needs
some distractions. How's she doing?

I don't really know, to be honest.
Sometimes she seems to feel great,

but then she suffers
sudden nervous crises.

- Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but...
- Go on, please.

Well, she drinks a lot
during her crises,

and that's when she starts
talking about dying.

- And then...
- Then?

Then she often takes sedatives that
make her sleep for an entire day.

We should convince her
to get some help.

I confess I'm rather worried, Mr. Donovan.
I beg you to keep me updated.

- However, I'll be back in week.
- You can count on me.

What about the power
of attorney form?

Tell Kathryn to sign this document and
forward it to my colleague in Rome.

Here's my number, in case Mrs.
West needs any clarifications.

By the way, Kathryn asked about
the amount of dividends,

you can tell her this document covers
120 million from the Italian branch.

Got it. 120 million.

Sounded like something falling.

Must be the cat trying to reach
a milk bottle, as usual.

- Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Good morning.

Here's your millions! Take 'em!

Bitch!

If she doesn't get it over with,
I'll be the one going insane.

It's up to you. We're
in the last inning.

Go see who it is. Hurry.

Telegram for you.

What a shame about your
madness, you know.

You were so beautiful, I only
wanted to love you and make you happy.

It's all the whiskey's fault.

Would you like to make love
together one last time?

Answer me.

Just the two of us will know.

Enjoy your supper. Good night.

I want to get out! Let me out!

I want to get out!

Thirty pills. What a sweet
suicide it's gonna be.

ITALCABLE -
INTERNATIONAL TELEGRAM

"It is our sad duty to inform you of the
death of your attorney Brian Sanders..."

No.

"He died in a tragic accident
while returning to his office..."

God,no“.

- Almost there.
- Let's wait a little more.

Okay.

A real shame. She
was so beautiful.

Peter, get to town and find a doctor.
Make a scene, act desperate.

Call my hotel in Rome and
leave an urgent message.

I'll be there in one hour and
we'll meet again in two.

Here. Put these on
her nightstand.

Clean the place up. Get
rid of the whiskey.

She's pumped full of barbiturates,
what if they want to do an autopsy?

Don't worry.

Put the pills in a drawer and lock it up.
Hide the key in her room.

Don't forget to wear gloves.

Farewell, Kathryn.
Holiday's over.

"I, Kathryn West, being of sound mind and
body, adopt Peter Donovan and Eva Stuart,

who managed to fill the hole of my
painful loneliness with their love.

I name them the sole
heirs of my assets,

along with my dear friend and
attorney Brian Sanders."

This is for the change of address. No text
yet, I'll fill it in when I get to New York.

"The amount of my total assets is
specified in the following papers..."

- Can you give us your car, Uncle?
- Of course, kids.

- Whoa, it's hot today!
- You did great.

- You deserve the car.
- Mighty sweet of you, Uncle!

- Bye!
- See you later.

Excuse me, Mr. Sanders?
You're wanted at Scotland Yard.

My dear Mr. Sanders, when a millionaire
like Robert West dies in a car accident,

there's always an investigation.

And often a very
discreet one at that.

The New York police have conducted a detailed
investigation ever since that tragic day.

After a technical report on the wreck they
concluded, without a shadow of a doubt,

that someone tampered with
the brakes of the car.

Therefore, poor Robert West
was a victim of foul play.

Furthermore, it has been discovered
that, on the day of the accident,

Mr. West was going to his attorney in New
York to file for divorce against his wife.

Divorce?

Correct. And those millions of dollars at
stake made a good motive for the wife.

We finally managed to find a
briefcase in Mrs. West's house

with enough evidence
linking her to the crime.

Lieutenant Arthur Frank deserves all
the credit for solving the case.

He's a member of New York's
District Attorney's office.

- Pleased. - A spouse's murderer cannot
inherit their victims' belongings.

Therefore, Mr. West's London-based
aunts will inherit his whole estate.

Following these developments, we've
decided to reopen the case

concerning Mrs.
West's strange suicide.

Come on!

Hey, we're running out of gas!

So what? We've got 3,000
oil wells down in Texas!

Right! We could double the price of gas,
if we wanted to! Less road traffic, too!

Hey, this is the song
Kathryn hated so much!

She was such a moron!

Watch out!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi