All language subtitles for Le Altre

Adopt one, no. Being fertilized
by a proprietary formula is sleazy.

Yet I so much want
to have a child!

THE OTHERS

- Miss, look what gladioli!
- No thanks.

Won't you even look at them?

I look at you, you look at the
flowers and we both "draw a blank".

- May I give you one?
- Thank you.

Compared to you
roses look like artichokes.

Hello? Ah, it's you.
I've just got back.

Are you still in the office?
Then hurry up!

They bought me the drawings.
And paid handsomely too. I'm rich now.

I got your magazine, The Economist.
Shall I prepare your bath?

See you soon, darling.
Bye.

Good evening, Ugo.

Can I borrow
your long scissors, please?

Sure, right away.

Here they are.
Need anything else?

Today I read a very sweet poem by
Yevtushenko. I could recite it.

Thanks, but the tub's overflowing.
I'm very sorry. Bye.

Slip... sliding...

A body that pleases,
a little gymnastics and sauna

and every day at the hairdresser's.

"Gorgeous, I'd like
to invite you to dinner."

"No, I'm really very busy."

Hi. You like it? Look at me.
Notice anything new?

- Um... you hair?
- "Cold". Look again.

Makeup. Oh yeah.

No. Wait... let me see?

"Warmer, hotter, boiling.

- Do you like it at least?
- Lots!

- Grrr.
- Do you want to bite me?

What a fool I am! How could I not notice?
Come, I'll button you.

In the office I work like crazy,

here you give me riddles.
I'll wear myself out!

- Have you prepared my bath?
- Sure. - A little chilly.

37 ° C, as usual.
You arrived 10 minutes late.

Here's the article that interests you.
Shall I read it?

Pay attention.

The World Exposition

The World Exposition of ceramics was a
great success with the public and sales.

The Italian stand... Photos!

was very interesting, especially
for the terracotta furnishings.

Today the production of plastics
is even defeated on an artistic level.

Who passed your drawings,
the director or Max?

The director, why?

Ah...

- Oh, no, again?
- Does it surprise you?

Trouble is, you're prejudiced, Sandy...

How can you be so boring?

And how can you be so flirtatious?
- Me?!

- Exactly. Do you want to deny it?
- I'm a woman.

Saint Ursula was too.

Maybe a little less sexy,
but much, much calmer.

I used to know a girl
like that, you know?

Poor thing,
she ended up dead.

Strangled.

Sandy, you're not sadistic, but you
want to make people believe so.

You know it scares me.

- This is mine. Why are you prejudiced?
- Because I know you.

- You mean you don't respect me?
- What's that to do with it? - It has.

I could never betray you. I'm
ready to bet whatever you want on it.

You'll say that I'm a silly romantic, but
if I don't love, there's nothing at all.

And don't make me
repeat it over and over.

Sorry, honey, but it's part
of my sadism, as you put it.

- So this time I won.
- Sure, you won... the game.

- It'll be the usual "break."
- Ugo.

Let me open it, it's better.
I like

the deep sadness
of his Slavic soul.

Ugo, you're so unpredictable!

Thank Flavia for me.

- Can you?
- Sure. Good night.

- Where are you?
- Here.

- I'm half sleep!
- Me too.

- Think how wonderful! Please...
- As you wish.

- Why don't you hurry up, come to bed.
- I'm looking at the Plaza de España.

Now?

I've never seen it.

And you?

Now listen to me,
there are things to clear up.

Is it really necessary?

Flavia, where are you going?

To get a drink. I remembered
I was thirsty at table.

Then, you know, we talked
and I thought: "Now I'm drinking".

Well, now I'm drinking. Is it something
you need to tell me right away?

Yes.

- Then say it. - How, screaming?
- I don't understand.

I said...

- Is it bad for me?
- What?

The water.

Now I remember at table
I'd already drunk.

One day or another, by dint of being
distracted, I drink, drink and I drown.

Now I don't want to talk
about anything serious.

Always in bed you want to say something
serious. Do you mind waiting a bit?

I forgot the curtains, then in
the morning you can see inside.

There's too much light.
See how it's best in the dark?

Ouch! Damn!

I knew it.

Hang it a little more to the left.

Tell me Alessandra, was I wrong?

No, the arrangement may be fine,
but it can be done better.

To begin with, you should wallpaper
in a more delicate, more subdued colour.

Customers are demanding, you know.

In the meantime we can organize the
other side of the hall, it's still empty.

No, Vassallo is sensitive about
these things, he's afraid of competition.

You'll understand,
this is his department.

Well?

What a fool! Holy shit...

I didn't tell her anything.

She doesn't do
these things out of malice,

- but because she's bored.
- Alessandra, the phone!

- Get them to make it again right away.
- Miss Alessandra, the phone.

I'm coming, one moment!

I don't think he's shy,
I'd say he's a pig.

He's not my boyfriend!

Apart from that he is shy, but I
don't do these things with my boyfriend.

But doesn't a free girl
have the right to live her life?

If my Gregorio is bashful,

there are these nice affectionate
people who are just the opposite.

You know, with them
it seems just like family?

It's important.

- Want some?
- No, thanks.

- There's a lot of you.
- Yeah, but we're very close.

We have fun like crazy. Fortunately,
Gregorio doesn't get involved too.

Else how could I come to work?

I've told my friends about you.
I said you are a unique woman.

- They are looking forward
to meeting you. - Laura!

- Why don't we try dating some time?
- Yes, maybe, one evening.

- Are there any other samples?
- No, they're finished.

Then take them to
the shipping office right away.

- Alright.
- Thank you.

Hello?

No, I'm still working, dear.

Look, I'm here. Yes, near your office.
I'll wait for you in the car, OK?

See you later.

Letter for
Thompson & Brothers, Stockholm.

Hi.

Look what they wrote?
It was on the seat.

Do you allow them
to write such things to you?

What do you want on an anonymous
note, the thoughts of St. Augustine?

Quite right.
Look!

- Damn that nosy parker!
- Who is it ?

Vassallo, someone from the factory.

And you think it was him?

Could be. Let's go.

One more length?

- Speak up. What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Maybe I'm a fool, but I really
want something I don't have

and that maybe
I won't even be able to have.

What are we missing?

A couple of moustaches, but as soon
as we go out we'll buy them.

Dear members,
it is 9:30 pm, goodnight.

Good night, dear.

No more "tac".

- Time to get up, funny face.
- Yes, I am.

Try opening your eyes
when you wake up.

One of these days instead of going to
the kitchen, you'll be out the window.

No, not here.

And not here.

Here it is. Tomato juice...
which I don't like.

No.

I'm still tired.

What a dream.

Where is it?

I'm not hungry anyway.
Ah, here.

The butter goes here
and the jam here.

They've lost their smell.

Sugar.

Ah, here it is, at last.

Did you say something?

Earlier, I told you
not to fall out the window.

Now I just kicked the pot.

Thank you.

Empty.

I dreamed that...

there were
two great big bulldozers

that were scratching my back.

And then there was so much dust
that we couldn't see each other anymore.

I don't feel like it,
I'm not hungry.

The bulldozer had
a ring on one finger.

It took the earth off a hill.

And one with grey hair.

And red and white carnations.

Look, the carnations
here in front of you.

- What, are you already dressed?
- Nothing can be hidden from you!

Hello?

Who is it?

Well? Hello?

Don't be angry, Alessandra,

it must be him,
the faceless voice.

I told you. He claims that
all women give in, sooner or later.

Next time he calls, tell him that if you
give in he has to make it with two!

Good morning, Ugo.
Thank you.

- Anything important?
- No. Just junk mail.

- I thought so.
- Shall we go?

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

May the angels
accompany you to heaven. Amen.

From the depths I cry to you,
O Lord. Lord, listen to my voice.

And may my cries reach You.

I'm late, I'll try to be quick.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Flavia?

I'll come with you, your
companion in joy as in pain.

Give me the shawl.

- And especially when the director
is there. - Exactly.

Give them eternal rest Lord,
and let eternal light shine on them.

- Good morning.
- Hi, dear.

Temporary

A wholly misguided life.

Goodbye.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye.

- Don't worry about me, thanks.
- Thank you.

You'll let me know, madam,
when you want me to come back.

- We haven't seen each other for ages.
- Fortunately there was today's occasion.

- Do you know Alessandra?
- No. Delighted.

So she would be Alessandra?
Congratulations,

a nice ensemble.

Did you design it for her, Flavia? You
don't bring these beautiful designs to me!

She's got so lazy.

Yeah. I've the show in two months
and she's only brought me a few drawings.

- Few but beautiful.
- Yes, you're right.

Shield me.

I have some beautiful friends too,
don't I, Carlo?

Yes, I would say so.

What could be more pleasant than
being among beautiful men and women

and having fun together
with some nice trendy games?

Seriously. Why don't
we go get a drink at my house?

One thing leads to another.
I'm not a Puritan.

- Want to?
- Good idea.

- Dear, they stood us up.
- What?

They're not following,
they've taken another road.

- Pretty crafty, don't you think?
- Delicious, though.

Listen, dear:

"Constantin bra:
in hoc seno vinces"

In hoc seno?

Oh, Carlo, how stupid you are!

The bath isn't that hot today,
I can't sweat.

You need to stay longer.

Why didn't we go with Elvira?

Doing little things with
two gentlemen I don't know?

I don't like collective love,

you can see that
I'm irremediably traditional.

- I met a fabulous fortune teller.
- Give me his address after, Luciana.

- We can go together if you want.
- Alright, dear.

- This heat is the death me.
- Not enough.

-What did you say?
- It's not hot enough.

I'd like to know what men say to each
other when they're in a Turkish bath.

In my opinion they either talk nonsense or
keep quiet and look vainly at each other.

Even women are
bothering me today.

Sure.

Blessed is she
who is skinny as hell.

You've no kids, eh?

One. He's three months old,
but he's already a son of a bitch.

Adopt one, no.

Being fertilized
by a proprietary formula is sleazy.

- Yet I so much want to have a child!
- And not me? I want one too.

Let's have a baby.

But how?
Do you know how to do it?

Honey, I have my limits,
you need a man to help you.

However, no feelings, no ties.
Let's look for a stud!

There's a small difficulty:
you have to find the right stud.

The trouble is,
we don't have any experience.

Ugo, could be
the ideal stallion.

You take him, you go to bed with him
and maybe he won't even notice.

"All women give in
sooner or later, just insist."

Stud number two,
describe him.

Tall, dark, bright eyes,

thin and a scar on his cheek,

Zac! You really hit it.

Not even a book of fairy tales.

- Well, what do you want from me?
- You see, you called 14 times.

And 14 is Flavia's number.

-She was born under the sign of Taurus.
- Superstitious, huh? That's OK with me.

- Coffee?
- I shouldn't.

- It'll keep me awake.
- Better that way.

Oh, yes?

I can't stay seated.
Do you mind?

- How do you do it?
- Ssh.

You are beautiful together,
a perfect harmony.

You two, two years ago.

You're out by six months.
You've nailed us too.

- Full of insight.
- Huh? Ah, yes, sure.

Coffee, whiskey, cigarettes and
the rest I should guess myself.

Thank you.

You are not only beautiful,
but also witty.

Every time I called,
I talked to you, right?

- Flavia.
- Flavia.

But I'm sure if I hooked up with you...

I don't think so,
I get tired easily.

Besides, I'm a man
for the kind of work I do.

Israeli women go to war.

Jokes aside, you are two
beautiful and desirable women,

but in my opinion
you are out of this world.

With a minimum of psychology
and watching people carefully

you understand many things.

Who they are, what they do,
what their character is.

No,
you have no experience.

I'll give you an example:

coming here tonight, I thought
I would find only one woman.

And instead we are two,
choose.

Oh, yes, of course,
but I have a pretty good idea,

which avoids
the embarrassment of choice.

You are both beautiful,
but different from each other.

I see you at my house,
I come here to you,

then you at my house
and you here.

Faithful love no longer exists,
but I will behave well with you.

Faithful to both of you.

You're jealous?
You're jealous?

And they lived happily ever after.

On one condition:

- We want to have a child.
- With one of us.

The game continues, fine.
Not a bad idea!

What do you want?

Two sets of twins?

But one with you
and the other with your friend.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?

We could have had one already.

Another drink, another coffee,
a dance, some atmosphere,

and I could think of the second.

You are frighteningly funny.

You know, a few more details and
I'd make a splendid article out of it.

But you don't look like
a working man.

Didn't you say so?

Playful.

You started it.

But we really want to have a child.

Honest!

But you didn't have to tell me.
Neither before nor after.

I told you
you don't know how to live.

Now that I know...

I don't want to
get into any trouble...

my friends.

With "stud" number one we failed.

"You are beautiful, my friends,

"but you don't know how to live,
you lack experience."

Didn't you say we no longer had to
drink Coke after that investigation?

Low-grade ads don't interest me.
In truth, it doesn't concern us.

Not even little
commercial hassles, it's all silly.

So,

let's see then.

"The practice of artificial
insemination is, for society,

"new only to a small extent."

"The fertilization of the female
is called artificial

"without the
'pondus' of the male."

- Did you understand?
- Without what?

"Pondus of the male".
You can see it says so.

"Fertilization without the presence of man
is a fact that has been known for years.

"However, until recently,
it had to happen within 24 hours.

"Beyond this period
the seed would have died."

Here, listen to this!

"For such births
there are no precise statistics

"for the different degrees of
experiments performed worldwide.

"Artificial insemination, in Scandinavian
countries, for example, Sweden...

Fortunately, Scandinavian
countries aren't bothered with us!

They were the first to experiment
with it, but they didn't use it,

otherwise there would
be Vikings everywhere.

Ssh... there's Ugo.

Ugo, come on,
we won't eat you.

Good morning.

What's that?

This?
Imponderable journey.

What did you say?

Space, time...

One day I'll explain.

Ah, yes! First fertilization,
now time and space... Let's be happy!

If you want a drink, call me.

"In other countries, fertilization can only
take place with the corresponding seed,

"that is, from the husband.

"Or, in exceptional cases, by
the man living with a single woman."

You look for water in the desert
and don't realize

you have a Slavic spring
close at hand.

Hello.

- I was waiting for you.
- Yes?

I caught too much sun.

You have to be careful of the first sun,
it burns. And also it excites.

Now explain to me
what this device is for?

They are useless objects,
already industrialized.

What a beautiful collage!
Did you make it, Ugo?

It's not finished yet.

Mm, it's beautiful and witty too.

For what it's worth.

"Here I sleep. Here I sit."
Do you need to remind yourself?

Do you realise
what a mysterious being you are?

And absolutely unpredictable.

No, absolutely empty.

- Well then, banal.
- Exactly.

You know, Ugo, we live next door,
but we hardly know each other.

Do you feel like having a drink?

Yes, a glass of water, thanks.

I know you very well, though.

- I've often thought of you.
- Thank you.

In what way?

- Together. The both of you.
- I don't understand.

You see,
when two people make love,

well, I maintain that
I am never truly completely alone.

Try to think about it, Alessandra.

There's always someone else with them,
at least in thought, in fantasy...

Maybe the same person, but

- idealized.
- Ugo! You surprise me!

I didn't expect that...

Suppose the two of us
were making love,

then, in your opinion, we...

That's enough.

Please listen.

True love.

True love
is two dancers

richly and brightly adorned

dancing naked
before the faithful,

recalling the rhythms and preludes,

and the results of an embrace.

Sincere love.

Sincere love is a priest

and two priestesses dancing

and they mate publicly.

Love has always been like this,
and it has to be like this.

While now we make love, well.

I'm sure there will be
someone here with us.

Ugo, forget it... this story.

Don't worry,
he won't say anything.

Do you think all these lines
would be on a low forehead too?

Yes, but they'd be microscopic.

We, Sandy,
what do we represent?

Um, two patients waiting for a
doctor and paying through the nose.

But why weren't you born a man?

Well, maybe Mother Nature
didn't want to be unfair

and she did things half and half.

- That Carlo won't be much of a brain?
- Don't be influenced by that panel.

No, Carlo is instinctive,
a naive optimist. He's the right man.

This time we'll hit the bullseye.

Thinking back, I find that Ugo...

he's not absurd,
he's just curious.

In my opinion, he's basically right,
because love is a mass product.

Like processed cheese,

or toothpaste.

He sees everything from
a certain point of view.

It's obvious, isn't it? I'm an advertiser
and my mind is conditioned.

But let's get back to Ugo.

He's not a hypocrite.
So much so that the next day

he presented himself
as if nothing had happened.

I like guys like that.

The experience I had
was abnormal.

For me it's all
an invention of Alessandra.

An invention?
No I don't think so.

They are just two people
who haven't understood each other.

- What sign are you?
- Leo.

- And you?
- Taurus.

Two signs that don't get along.

They are signs that violently repel,
and the rare times they attract

they do so with the same violence.

It also occurs
in subjects of the same sex.

I like it,
even if it's not very intimate.

Sandy, come and visit
the advertiser's nest.

It's never happened to me that...
So, almost without knowing...

Don't kiss me.

Waiting

It's not your fault,
you tried and it didn't work out.

But you could have tried too.

You know I can't.

Believe me,
it's stronger than me:

Let's stop.

Since we've started...

But we could leave it at that.

You, maybe...

Sandy, don't you realize
how selfish you are?

I'm going for a walk,
I'll be back soon.

Sandy, let's not fight.

To hell with the baby!

Hello?

Were you sleeping?

It's so beautiful at night.

I'm on my way
I won't be long.

Yes.

Bye.

I mean like a big...
GROWL!

Where the fuck are you going?

Good evening.
It's much nicer at night.

I mean...
the streets, the buildings.

More suggestive,
don't you think?

And then there's no noise.
Does the noise bother you?

Yes, but keep talking,
if you really want to.

Don't you want me to talk?

You see,

I'd like...

I know.

What?

It seems clear enough to me.

We really need to...

No.

There's no need.

Unless you're not prejudiced...

which I don't believe.

Am I wrong?

We all have prejudices.
For example, I have one for gambling.

Surprised?

Well, you see, I've gambled too.

Then you've committed a sin.
Did you tell your companions?

Not companions, traditionalists.
It was a collective outing.

And how did it go?
You lost?

As long as I played
on "0" and "2" I lost,

and then I had an idea.

I played "33"
and it brought me luck.

I did "en plein"
three times in a row.

So I got married, started a family,
and helped around a bit.

In short, I'm a man arrived.

- Do you see that everything is relative?
- What do you think of fruitful love?

Favourably.

I believe that pleasure must be
transformed into life, into children.

- You're not convinced?
- Yes. Do you have children?

Yes, four.

- Ah, prolific.
- You know, my wife is rather...

But with her collaboration.

If you women don't want to,
you know tricks...

That's why man too has
many means to defend himself.

Yeah, but he'd be
committing a sin.

Do you see?
It's something I'd never do.

First of all because
I am an executive here,

and secondly because...

In short, because I'm like that.
Come on, I'll teach you.

Ah, wait, the cue must
be held in this position.

Here, that's it.

The pill kills the body of a child
and the soul of a mother

No, please.

It's so delicious.

The light.

Of course.

MOTHER

CHILDREN

Good night.

Good night.

So you did it.

What do you get with
"S03" plus water?

"S03" plus water...

Ah, sulfuric acid!

Yeah, sulfuric acid.

Are you crazy?

Fool, it's death by salt!

Purify yourself!

Two.

One...

Two.

"And now,
still lying on your back,

"raise yourself in an arch
pushing with your heels."

One...

Two.

Flavia, you're exaggerating.
Enough, you'll tire yourself.

Get some rest.

"So when babies cry an 'oh'...

"it's certain that
they're having a tantrum.

"When for example
they cry 'eh'...

"it means they're hungry.

"When instead
they cry 'ah'...

"it's a sign they're wet."

Tell me, Sandy, when they cry
for crying's sake, what are they then?

A pain in the ass!

That's enough,
come to bed, I'm sleepy.

- Flavia, sorry.
- I'm sorry,

but I haven't been able
to sleep for some time.

All right, miss.
So, that mix...

Yes? Alright, pass it to me.

What's up?
No, Flavia!

It's perfectly normal.
It's normal.

Don't think about it. Please,
Flavia, try not to be a nuisance.

Bye.

See you later, bye.

Oh, hi, Sandy! I didn't
hear you come in, sorry.

I'm sorry if everything's a mess.

It doesn't matter.

The important thing is
you stop ignoring me.

What shall we call it?

There's still time.

Do you like Massimiliano?

It's too long,

he'd waste most of
his life on signatures.

So, Alessandro,
if he is male,

Alessandra,
if she's is female.

Look, I've got an idea.

We'll call him Savio.
A bit of you and a bit of me.

Excuse me, miss,
but you can't smoke here.

Thank you.

- Is she your sister?
- No! Um... yes!

Has she been inside long?

Forty five minutes.

It won't be long, now.

Unless it's her first delivery.

Is this her first delivery?

Yes.

Well then...

It takes a bit longer

I've already had three children,
three different experiences.

Anyway, with
all those gymnastics,

you don't seem to hear
anything anymore.

Almost nothing.

Of course, we men are a bit selfish.
We don't think about these pains.

Unfortunately.

But we do have military service.

And therefore, miss,
we are even.

Yes.

It's over.

What did the father want,
a boy or a girl?

A little girl.

Then, congratulations,
she is a beautiful little girl.

Hello? Yes, the professor will receive
number 15 in a quarter of an hour. right.

- And how is the mother?
- Fine. Do you want to see her?

And the baby too,
if possible.

Your niece, huh?
Please.

You'll see,
she looks just like her.

She is a beautiful child,
healthy and robust.

What do you want
to call her?

Savia.

Well, that's very nice.
And her surname?

- Oh, it doesn't matter.
- Well, her father's first and last name.

- Well, that's OK.

It means she'll have
her mother's surname.

Sandy, look.
Look at that love.

Flavia,

either we buy an ox and donkey
or you take it a little more sportingly.

We don't want a nativity scene,
do we?

Here, you offended her!

No, no, no,
daddy was only joking.

Sandy, you're not yourself.

I don't recognise you anymore.

I prefer you as you were before.

- May I help you?
- Two cold teas.

Forgive me, what's wrong?

You, dear.

Do you need
to be all mumsy like that?

You're as pompous
and self-satisfied as a baritone.

Alessandra, how can you?

I don't know,
but when we made that decision

it seemed so easy,

- and now...
- You're wrong,

I need you more than ever,
nothing has changed between us.

Maybe,

but Savia is a part of you
from which I'm excluded.

Flavia, I love that little girl,

and now that she's here,
I'm not sorry.

But Savia is our daughter, dear,
she's yours too.

Yes, I know.

But stop being
so sweet and radiant,

I want a woman, not a mum.

They're preparing
your new room for you, Savia.

And now mummy's designing
lots of beautiful clothes for you.

She doesn't seem convinced.

What are you doing?

- "Maciste", d'you know who's there?
- What do I know ?

- There's a little girl.
- So? I've got three.

Get your brain to work.
There's a little girl and two women.

- You mean two women?
- Yes, two women.

- How is it possible?
- Go ask them.

Tell me, do you have
a problem with my designs?

Not with those.

Here! This was you before
and this is you now.

Don't overdo it.

You're shabby.

If it occurred to you to have
another child, you'd never find a man.

You'll give me a complex.

Come and laugh now.

Lovely,

but don't you ever laugh?

So, ma'am, we're done.

He's done...
We're both done.

So here it is.

Here.

What are you doing, crafty.

Good evening, lady.
Did you see him pinch my money?

Bye!

Give me the money.
Good evening, lady.

Good evening.

And now let's go beddy-byes,

- That big man scared you.
- Yes, poor thing.

Let's go to the new room.
You'll see how beautiful it is.

What are you doing?
Come on, Savia, come here.

Where did you get to?
I lost sight of you.

What would you like?

- Who's that?
- I'll tell you.

- Massimo, what would you like to eat?
- Fruit and frozen fish.

What, aren't you hungry?

Say something in English.

Four, three, two...

Savia, eat.

Zero!

- Walk, will you.
- Will you tell me yes or no?

Now I'll explain.

Mauro, who was that lady?

One of the "honorary"
patronesses of the Red Cross.

She did a lot for the flood victims
last winter. Shall I carry you?

Dear listeners, I am in an enchanting
public garden in the capital

to present the seventh episode of:
"The large family".

There is an atmosphere filled
with joy...

full of cries of children chasing each
other and having fun on the swings.

And there's certainly no shortage
of sweet couples in love,

who quench their thirst on
the sweet springs of love.

Around me nice,
serene and smiling faces.

And now I'd like to ask a few questions
about a problem that interests us

to a kind lady who is listening to us.

- In your opinion, madam, does
the large family still exist? - Yes.

- And how many are you
in the house? - Five.

You, your husband
and three children.

No, me, my two sisters, my aunt,
and the maid. I am the youngest.

Come here, darling.

Do you like the flowers?

Hi.

- Hi.
- What's your name?

Why?

- I understand. What are you doing?
- Can't you see?

A girl of few words, eh?

- Tell me, where did your mum go?
- To the supermarket to do the shopping.

- And she left you here alone?
- What's so strange? I'm not a baby.

You're right, I'm sorry.
This time you caught me off guard.

Prepare me better to
interview these heroes of the future.

Hey, sir, are you married?
Do you have children?

Yes, five.

Good morning.

Is the girl yours?

Your attitude, madam, is dignified
and, in any case, very modern.

- Do you find it difficult
to educate your daughter? - No,

No, I work and
there's no problem.

- What kind of work do you do?
- I design fashions for...

No, no commercials, ma'am,
we're on television.

And, tell me,
how long has your husband

- been on assignment?
- 15 months.

- And do you never feel alone?
- No, I live with my friend.

Ah, well, ma'am,
thank you for your kindness.

She's a truly a wonderful little girl!

Get the information.

- This is a bomb!
- Do you know them?

Maybe.

Ah, good. Hello, beautiful.

- Do you realize what you said?
- No.

And now I'd like to introduce
you to this splendid patriarchal family.

Grandma, granddad,

daughter and grandchildren.

There are six, the two
youngest are still at home.

This is Fabio, he's 5.

And what have you to tell us?

I've nothing to say at all.

- Why?
- Why not.

In your capacity
as a teacher...

Here.

- What is it? Something wrong?
- No.

Hello?

Have you seen the TV?

Well...

Listen to me,
I have an idea.

This time I want to start with "Z".

The matriarchy arrives on TV.

Done!

- Hello.
- Good morning.

This time I came without phoning.

Today is day 4, and 4 is
my number, it brings me luck.

- I'm not bothering you, by any chance?
- Not at all.

I'm here, for other reasons.

Professional reasons.

I am a journalist.

Can you guess?

Then this article is yours.

It could have been someone else.

But I was lucky enough
to know you before,

albeit in different circumstances.

I have a synthetic mind.

You've done wrong!
I advise you to stop.

Oh, yes.
But that doesn't follow, it's news.

"Small potatoes,
good for the servants".

We organize the big coup together.

In a word:
we'll write your memoirs.

How you met,
how long you've lived together,

the decision to have a child...

No, no.
This isn't necessary,

you understand.
Now...

How you did it and with whom?
This is important.

Then your fear, your happiness,
the suffering, the troubles...

You tell me everything,

and I wrap it up in a sweet
sentimental aura, almost pathetic.

It will be a shocking blow

for the general public.

And that's what they buy!

You don't know how much
it could make. It's simple, isn't it?

We're not tabloid princesses.

We don't care!

Look at them,

they're even here.
We have them in our house.

Whoever did this is a sly one.

It's someone who knows
everything about us, I'm sure.

And who would it be?

He's certainly a person who
wants to make a profit from all this.

He thinks he can sell us,
and cheaply too.

Salami, beans,

stockings, perfume
or pipes.

But won't it be the advertiser?

Probably.

No, don't answer.
They'll only be calling

to insult us or
to ask for an appointment.

There are up to their necks.

They have no escape, everyone
knows them. They're screwed.

And at this point, they can only
take advantage of the situation.

- Hi, Eugenio!
- What if they send you packing?

No. With the posters out...

they've become two divas.
They won't.

If you hadn't avoided that interview.

And then my job is
to get people to consume.

And for this I have to
shock, strike, shake up.

- And we really must come and choose?
- You're being modest.

Yours is a unique case,
you're not normal, not anonymous.

Have you ever thought about it?

You love each other, you love
the child. Form a real family.

So why hide? Whoever is scandalized
today will have to accept you tomorrow.

You're very convincing,

only we don't want
to scandalize or be accepted.

We just want to be left in peace.

Now it's done.

By now the machinery
has been put in motion.

Advertising is a bulldozer
that crushes everything,

which seems to destroy the world.

But no,
it modifies it a little at a time.

- Do you understand?
- Perfectly, unfortunately

we're not processed cheese.

Please get those billboards
removed right away.

Alright then.

Give me a few more days.
and in the meantime think about it.

I can't be sure.

It's evident, but I have the feeling
that it touches me closely.

Oh, much less than us, because
that evening, when you met Flavia,

you were only thinking of...

While we wanted her, the little girl, and
it's right we keep her all to ourselves.

So why make it
the subject of so much fuss?

It's absurd, unbelievable!

It certainly wasn't us
who provoked it, but the others.

Nonsense!
You could have stayed at home!

So, duel to the death! We stand
shoulder to shoulder and take 5 steps.

We turn and shoot.
Got it?

- And me?
- You treat the wounded.

- And what do I do?
- Come on, shoulder to shoulder.

Let's hurry,
the cars are going by.

- Two, three...
- Four, five!

Well? Shoot.

I adopt the child
and you get out of trouble.

It seems fair to me.

- I would say conformist more than fair.
- Meaning?

Too hard for her.

Anyway,
why are you so worried?

It seems to me
that you take it rather lightly.

Perhaps.

- For me it's negative.
- I agree, more than negative.

The poster with
the two women irritates

and we cannot support a campaign
with a negative advertising vehicle.

- No, positive.
- Negative.

Perhaps our poster offends the family,
mothers, the great mass of consumers.

- What's the product we're launching?
- Patented anti-smog pipe.

And therefore a
product of "elite", not mass.

Ah, I don't understand.

An "elite" product but
I want to sell it to everyone.

- And so we can't.
- Who says so?

Think of slogans.
"This family is not a family".

"There is no man if there
is not a patented antismog pipe".

Touch male vanity.

I don't mean
to offend women, understand?

In short, sort it out.

That's not the problem.

The real difficulty will be convincing
the two women to accept.

- Don't worry, doctor.
- How, "don't worry"?

They'll accept,
advertising is advertising!

- What do you mean?
- That advertising serves everyone.

Even the best known stars need the
publicity... that reaches the masses.

- Will they accept, in your opinion?
- We'll see.

You really are a scoundrel,
never showing up.

Have you brought your designs?

No.

But they drive me wild,
they are divine!

- You seem a lot more inspired.
- Thank you.

I want to make you a proposal.

Your latest designs,
you'll wear yourself in the show.

You'll be gorgeous!
Let's toast. To your debut!

- I can't promise you anything.
- What do you mean?

I'm not saying yes or no.
I'll have to think about it.

Madam, sorry,
there's a customer to see you.

What are you waiting for,
I'm busy.

I don't understand.
Why don't you want to?

Don't you remember,
you asked me several times?

Now it's different,
I'm better known than Mary Quant.

Oh! You mean those posters?
What are you worrying about, sorry?

At most you'll earn more.

Get rich, open a fashion house
and end up competing with me too.

Elvira, it seems to me
you're exaggerating.

Well, cat got your tongue?

- And how did it happen?
- He walked right in and told me.

How did he tell you?

Smiling. But what importance
do you want to give it?

In the morning others put on
their panties and he puts on a smile.

And you haven't been able to
answer anything to that damn director?

Yes, I greeted him
with all kinds of insults,

but by now he's
decided everything himself.

- But why abroad?
- He's is afraid of a scandal.

Then I'd like to understand why
Elvira wants me to model my own outfits.

For the same reason...
but in reverse.

She wants to make the most
of the opportunity.

"It was a wonderful day..."

Good morning, Rina.

How can you read? You could
at least take the phone off the hook.

It's all a matter of habit.
I don't even hear it anymore.

- Where's the little girl?
- Over in her room. They're playing.

I'll pick up Massimo later.
See you later.

OK.

Keep on and I won't play anymore,
You're stupid,

like all women.

- How did I marry you?
- No!

And you play bad,
like when you were little.

I play very well.

Dear husband.

- Stop, it's time to eat.
- Yum, yum, yum!

- At least play me something
more modern. - Modern!

Play some lunar music,
you know I like it better.

Lunar!

Well done!

Here, good girl!
Give me a little kiss.

- Tell me, can you pretend?
- Mmmm.

I've got an idea.

Hello?
I'd like to speak to Mr. Carlo.

Ah, is that you, Carlo?
Please shut up and listen.

You have to remove those posters.

No, no, no, listen to me!

It's not forever. I have a
better poster to suggest to you.

What is this idea?

It's very simple.

We deceive them
and fight them at their own game.

And now, gentlemen, the
rope breaks and our honeymoon begins!

Choose nature,
eat peas

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