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Quick, backhand.

God, I was playing tennis.

How strange.

I thought it would have hurt more, but it's been three days.

What a relief.

Mothers, when will they understand?

I'm sorry, Franco, I really don't feel anything.

At least, I don't think so.

Maybe I'm insensitive.

Well I know how you feel. I'm telling you, who better than me?

I went through it as well when I lost your father.

God bless him.

These sandwiches are disgusting.

And you know, who can eat at a time like this?

I can. I can alright.

I feel like eating at a time like this. I could eat a horse.

I've asked Tony to take you home. You're sure you won't stay?

There's no one home.

Didn't you tell Maria to come back tomorrow?

- So what? - What do you mean?

Think how nice it will be. All alone at last.

Yes, I mean without the maid getting in the way.

You look so pale. Why won't you see a doctor?

It'll do you the world of good, believe me.

- Tony's here... - Of course, my clinic's at your disposal.

You can come in for a check-up. You'd make your mother so happy.

Yes, I'll think about it.

- Goodbye, mother. - At least let Tony take you.

- There's no need. - I really don't mind.

No, don't trouble yourself, I'll take a taxi.

You gave me such a fright.

Didn't you say you were coming back tomorrow?

- Yes, but... - Alright, it doesn't matter.

- Do you mind sleeping next door? - Next door?

I'm sleeping in your room. Just for tonight.

- So... - It's big, isn't it?

Right. How come you've never visited your domains before?

I don't know. Laziness.

Come and sign this.

Where?

Here.

By the way...

I suppose you don't know anything about this A.Z. property?

I don't think so, why?

I didn't know about it either. I only found out about it now.

It's an office on Via Due Torri.

Yes, Via Due Torri, number 37

What's so strange?

I can't find any paperwork which refers to this property.

There are no employees, there are no secretaries.

No logbooks.

Just the rental contract which dates back to around two years ago.

And no one has the keys.

Franco probably used it for tax purposes or...

Or as a secret archive.

What if someone's there?

Let's find out.

The manager is away at the moment.

You can leave a message up to a minute long, starting now.

That's Franco's voice.

I haven't heard from you in over a week. You're not dead, are you?

Has that darling wife of yours been monopolising you?

I'll call you at the office tomorrow. Goodbye, lover-boy.

What's wrong with me now?

Lover-boy's dead.

And I know I don't care. Well then?

To your health, crybaby.

What the hell are they doing?

That's Claudia.

Yes, it's Claudia.

The dear friend of the family.

And I bet the other one's lover-girl.

It's absurd.

I spent three years living with a pervert, a freak.

And I didn't know.

What a fool.

If he had these perversions then why didn't he...

Maybe because I was his wife? He respected me.

Look at them, they're playing doctors and nurses.

White coat, stethoscope.

Everything.

What an imagination.

Now I know why he wanted to be there every time I saw the doctor.

And I thought he was jealous. What a fool.

Claudia again.

He's hitting her.

Yes, he's hitting her.

And she likes it.

She really likes it.

So he was a...

What do they call them?

A sadist.

This looks exactly like what I'm...

Interested?

That's scientific stuff.

But if you want, I've got some other more stimulating examples.

- With pictures. - No, thanks.

- How much is it? - 1000

You're really not interested?

They're well illustrated.

- No, thank you. - Just this?

Just this.

Science has torn away...

the veil which covered the mysterious, forbidden areas of sex.

Revealing that unusual tastes and instincts...

are more widespread than commonly thought.

In nature...

In nature let nothing astonish you, "Nil admirari'

According to ancient Latin teachings.

- Yes, mother? - What are you doing?

- I'm studying. - What?

Psycho... Latin.

- You need help. - No, mother, I don't need any help.

Yes, alright, fix it with Tony.

There are numerous cases of people who enjoy being pricked with a knife...

offended by obscene words, beaten up...

and even threatened with death.

According to Binet's 'Fetishism in Love',

Some people love parts of the body, adoring them like a fetish.

For example, the hair, the nose, and foot.

Or a physical imperfection, like a limp or having only one eye.

Or they become attached to a piece of clothing.

Handkerchiefs, shoes, socks.

There are those who love to drink from their loved one's shoe.

- Looking for me? - Breakfast with some clients.

- Something to drink? - No, I want to have a shower first.

Listen, I wanted to ask you...

Why don't we have dinner together? It will take your mind off things.

It will do you good.

Yes, you look a little worn out.

I don't think I said anything that funny.

No, indeed. Sorry.

Not tonight.

I have to...

I have to study.

By the way, I found the keys to the A.Z. studio.

Shall we have a look? Are you free tomorrow afternoon?

Five o'clock?

Quality music.

Perfect for creating atmosphere.

But this is just the prologue.

The deceased loved altogether very different atmospheres.

Come, come.

You haven't seen anything yet.

Or have you been here before? To one of these little parties?

The only thing your husband and I shared was business.

Anyway, I'd know.

Every meeting here was recorded, right down to the tiniest details.

You see? Music, lights, mirrors.

Do you like it?

- Nice, isn't it? - Yes, very.

And here's a list of all the women, with grades for each subject.

- Subject? - Yes, experience, imagination...

availability, compliance, violence.

- You know about these things, right? - No, not me.

This Valeria, for example.

28 for experience. 30 for imagination.

30 with a distinction for availability.

No, you mustn't take it like this, Franco was...

There are men who have special requirements.

No, what irritates me is that my name's not there.

- Isn't where? - Here, in this register.

- Of course not, you were his wife. - You as well.

Never the wife, a wife is sacred, to be respected.

Unless you're talking about someone else's wife, but with your own...

But why? I'm sorry, did Franco...

- Pardon? - Did Franco bore you?

Now I know I was bored.

But that's not the point.

He certainly wasn't bored.

No, what makes me angry is that he kept me outside.

Like I couldn't understand.

What if I also had my own curiosities and needs?

And it's only because of that, that I've decided to...

Come here.

What are you doing? You're offended, I don't get it.

What did I do wrong?

I have my own curiosities as well.

Don't be like that.

Bless you.

You're a monster.

Scoundrel.

What are you doing?

I'm undressing you.

And now?

I'm caressing you.

Sorry, what are you doing?

I'm undressing.

Of course, now he'll apologise.

I don't know what came over me.

Please, forgive me.

I feel awful.

You know, I'm really embarrassed, I mean it.

Why don't you say something?

Are you listening to me?

What were you saying?

I was saying that I'm sorry.

I feel like a creep.

After all, Franco was my best friend.

Stop being such a bore. I want my grades.

How do I score?

- What? - Come on, you heard me.

- I want my score, come on. - You really are strange.

And no favouritism.

So...

Let's start with experience.

- You want the truth? - Yes, the truth.

You're a little inexperienced. Let's say, 21.

Just to encourage you.

- Imagination? - A bit better.

But still a little inhibited.

24. But just being generous.

Availability?

Exceptional. 110 with a distinction.

And if I may? With a hug, even if it isn't quite academic.

No, I won't let you.

No, let's get one thing very clear. Let's avoid any misunderstandings.

It wasn't you who seduced me.

It wasn't me?

I seduced you.

The case of an extraordinarily muscular sadist.

Who, at the height of his pleasure, bit off his wife's nose and ate it.

I'm sorry but I think this is going to hurt a little.

You don't have any sadistic tendencies, right?

If a doctor can't completely detach themselves from a patient's pain...

then they'd better change profession.

Open your mouth.

Please don't detach yourself too much from my pain.

Please don't talk when you've got a drill in your mouth.

You're being foolish. You really will hurt yourself.

Mimi, please, I can't continue.

Behave. Please.

What is it? Have you forgotten your detachment?

But I was talking about detachment from the patient's suffering.

Not from my suffering.

Why? Are you suffering?

Don't provoke me.

Why?

Let's hope he closes the door at least

You don't plan on putting up a struggle, right?

I wouldn't dream of it. I'd have to find another dentist.

And it's so easy to find parking here.

Too long.

Pity.

You need to stay more to the side and lighter on your legs.

But it's fine.

Always remember to bend your knees.

It's fine.

It's hard work.

- I've worn you out. - What?

Miss, this is the men's area.

Show me.

Signora, I'm in training.

MEN

What is interesting, from the point-of-view of these relationships...

is a certain correlation which is found between the nose...

and other erogenous zones.

It has been observed that sexual arousal...

That sexual arousal...

is accompanied by phenomena of nasal excitement.

Like itches and most of all, sneezes.

And I used a nebuliser for three years.

For hay fever.

Hello, beautiful. Want to get in?

You're just who I've been waiting for.

I'm late. Sorry, but I was busy.

I wonder what men get up to with them?

He's quite handsome.

Alright, I forgive you, but don't be late again.

Come on, let me in.

You're not unbalanced, are you?

Perhaps. What difference does it make?

How much? Let's get moving first.

- Well, thank you.

No... For so little?

What a drama queen.

You're right. After all, you deserve it.

Goodbye, beautiful.

To Parioli, please.

Hi, how are you?

I love your hair. You look stunning.

Hello everyone.

You only did it out of revenge.

And even if it were true?

You only slept with me because I happened to be there.

- It could have been anyone. - So what?

- When can I see you again? - I've no intention of seeing you again.

What difference does it make?

With me or someone else.

With all the traffic that passes through that bachelor pad.

So you spied on me.

Poor Sandro, you've taken it badly.

You're a little whore.

- Because I sleep with everyone? - Right.

With everyone except for you. That's what bothers you.

Listen, let's do this like a quiz show on TV.

Thirty seconds to respond and the first answer is the one that counts.

Would you marry me?

Come on, you wouldn't happen to be drunk, would you?

No, really, I'm curious.

I'm not marriage material, or not anymore, at least.

I didn't say that.

That's right, Franco also thought there were two types of women.

Wives, and the other ones.

How are you?

Which group would Claudia belong to?

For her husband she's marriage material, but for my husband?

Good, I finally see you smile.

I wonder how he got...

that wonderful scar?

- Have we met? - We've been introduced.

Then I know you.

- I've never really achieved anything. - Now that's interesting.

Dear friend, my father-in-law is waiting.

May I? It's why I came to Rome.

- Having fun? - Lots.

May I?

To Mimi. No... To Mimi, with all my love.

Thank you. You're such a dear.

A dear friend of the family, your best friend's husband.

- Fabrizio. - No, really, I admire you.

Won't you let me admire you like a father?

No, a brother, if you prefer?

Fine, but no incest.

Fabrizio, please, stop bothering Mimi.

Has he already told you he feels like your brother?

- No. - He usually sends flowers soon after.

And would you believe it, sometimes he calls in the middle of the night.

But it usually ends there because by that point...

he's already in love with someone else.

We're lucky we have lots of friends, we know lots of people.

I'm just terrified of when he starts with women I don't know.

We should spend more time together.

Why not?

I think us widows should stick together.

You have a very beautiful dress, dear.

- You too, Claudia. - Really?

It's one of Denise's designs. I only go to her now.

You should come some time. She's preparing her autumn collection.

Denise is really classy.

She's a fascinating woman. You'll like her.

I'll pass by some time.

- What's that underneath your dress? - What?

My necklace. I wear it all the time.

Look, the jewel is very unusual.

It's a beetle. What is it? A good luck charm?

In a sense. Animals always bring good luck.

It's pretty.

It's alive.

And it moves a lot when it's awake.

Look who's taken Franco's place.

Claudia.

It's very pleasant. Pity it's almost always asleep.

What are you doing?

Nothing, you can borrow it. Wear it for a while.

Thanks, but I'm afraid I'll crush it.

Don't worry, it's just an insect. There are lots of them around.

They're all the same. Like men, right?

You see, senator, I say we shouldn't have to fight as hard...

for compulsory education as we do for general ignorance, don't you find?

Please, stop talking nonsense.

Shall we continue?

I'm interested in your opinion.

- You've been to Russia recently, right? - Yes, last month.

- Have you become friends? - Yes, almost.

He's already offered to take me home.

Of course.

Do you live here?

In a sense, yes.

No, you don't live here.

Defend yourself.

Come on, defend yourself.

You're hurting me.

Were you in a particular hurry, or do you always do it like that?

I enjoy it.

I used to tear my school books up into tiny little strips.

How did you graduate then?

I stopped tearing them up just in time.

You don't enjoy it, do you?

And you're asking yourself how I know?

You never relax, you never abandon yourself for a moment.

You're right.

And it's always been like that.

I've never learnt how to make love.

Is that possible?

And I hate being slapped and insulted.

It's just another way to make love.

And you tore up a dress which cost me 300,000 lira.

Look, there are people who like taking them.

I like giving them.

Perhaps if you loved me, you'd be willing to accept it as well.

I could try falling in love with you.

No, forget it.

I have to go back to Africa. Have you forgotten?

You could take me with you.

No, I'll be very busy. I won't have time.

Perhaps I'm not your type.

What's that? An example of pop art?

No, it's the only money I've ever earned in my life.

It's a kind of souvenir.

Right.

Bye, Mr. thing.

I don't even know your name.

It's funny.

He's only known me a few hours, and he knows more about me than I do.

Bon voyage, Mr. thing.

You should thank me, you know.

I saved you from that madman's rage just in time.

A man who loved a parrot...

faced enormous difficulty kissing its beak without getting bitten.

The parrot obviously wasn't keen.

More common is the habit of being tickled by small animals.

Especially insects.

My poor, foolish lover. All you can do is tickle me.

And I don't even know if you're a male or female scarab.

Who knows?

What is it?

Do you like it or not?

It's alive.

Well? How did it feel?

Come on, don't be stupid, it's just a beetle.

- Turn around and I'll tickle you. - No, it's horrible.

Very well.

Listen Maria, I imagine you and Aurelio...

He's your boyfriend, right?

- What does he do? - He's a plumber, didn't you know?

Yes, I know that.

I mean what does he do to you? Tell me.

What does he do?

Does he bite you?

Does he scratch you? Insult you?

Does he hit you?

He doesn't hit you?

What's going on? No one sees you, no one hears from you.

Your friends call me to ask about you.

Frankly dear, I don't know what else to say.

Then don't say anything.

What's got into you? I don't understand you.

It's water under the bridge now. You have a right to start living again.

You're young, you're beautiful. Even if you are a little pale.

You don't want to lock yourself away in a convent, I hope.

- I wouldn't dream of it. - Listen, you must...

I've finished. Is there anything else?

Who are you? What are you doing there?

Nothing, I fixed the pipe. Shouldn't I have?

What a nerve. Go away. Go away right now.

- Can't you see? - Yes, I see... I'm not blind.

Mother, I don't get it.

If we were supposed to wear clothes we wouldn't have been born naked.

You don't get it.

It's just Aurelio, Maria's boyfriend.

I'm calling Tony to book your check-up, and no excuses this time.

Nice boyfriend you've got.

What is it?

Look, they brought them just now.

Fabrizio.

- What did you say, Miss? - Nothing.

Poor Fabrizio.

According to Claudia, his next move will be a call in the middle of the night.

What a surprise.

Sorry, but I'm home alone.

Claudia won't be back till late, didn't you know?

Of course I know, fool. I gave her the appointment at the fashion show.

Now what? Are you sending me away?

Of course not, come in.

Do you smoke?

I was making tea when you rang.

It's the maid's day off, you know?

Of course I know, idiot. It's Sunday.

You were saying?

Shall I make you a cup as well?

Just don't blame me for the result.

Give me a minute.

He still hasn't asked me if I received the flowers.

Listen, did you get my roses?

Yes, but I waited in vain for your night time phone call.

If you listen to Claudia.

Why? Isn't that your usual routine?

Please, don't make fun of me.

You can feel the artist's touch in here.

Don't tell me you did this all by yourself?

Let's say almost all of it.

Listen, did Franco know anything about all this?

Why don't you ask him?

Or you could ask your wife.

Sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

Life's too short to waste even a single moment, isn't that right?

Yes, very well said.

And there are so few people brave enough to challenge conventions.

I'd really like you to meet one of my dearest friends.

She's an extraordinary young woman.

And if you want...

We could invite her here one of these days.

So that's what Fabrizio's like.

Is tomorrow alright?

If she so much as scratches me, I swear I'll scream.

Scream, idiot, scream.

Scream louder. I can't hear you.

Stop. Leave her alone.

Wretched daughter of the jungle. Filthy savage.

Bayadeére. I'll show you.

Yes, like that. I like it.

Here. Harder.

Harder. Here, on my waist.

Harder. It feels so good.

It feels so good.

Enough. Stop.

- What are you doing? - You make me laugh.

You're not suited to these kinds of emotions.

It's black cherry, it's not blood.

Then you're a whore.

Fabrizio, to your wife's best friend.

I hope you didn't forget to fast.

You forgot?

Yes or no?

- I mean I did. - You fasted?

Good, this will please your mother.

Come, we'll check everywhere except your soul.

It's nothing, madam.

Dracula.

Hold your arms like this.

Hold still.

Hold your breath.

Breathe.

Take everything off, please.

Hold your breath.

Breathe.

Now lie on this table.

Didn't you see the step?

What a stupid question.

No, it was a suicide attempt, I confess.

Let me see your ankle.

- Does it hurt? - A little.

No, it's nothing serious.

We'll do an x-ray later. Can you stand on it?

I don't know, I'll try.

No, I can't. It really hurts.

- Don't worry, I'll carry you. - What are you doing?

- Carrying me in your arms? - Ever read a first-aid manual?

No, but once I've finished the latest bestseller I'll read it, I promise.

A first-aider has to see where they're putting their feet.

Otherwise there could be two injured parties.

Hold on to my neck.

- You're so light. - I hear that a lot.

- What? - Nothing.

Artistic depictions in which Aristotle acts as mount to Phyllis...

who indulged him when he wanted to be ridden by her up and down the garden.

This mania is commonly referred to as equus eroticus.

It is still very widespread because the gesture of riding on horseback...

is in itself strongly endowed with a high charge of sexual meanings.

The professor's here, Miss.

Yes, show him in.

Come in Tony, have a seat.

Well? How long have I got?

An eternity, probably. You're as healthy as a horse.

Apart from the damage you picked up down there.

- How's the ankle? - Your clinic really is strange.

You go in healthy and you come out injured.

You're not the only one, believe me.

May I?

So it still hurts. It was a bad sprain.

And this terrible weather.

After all, he can't be more important than Aristotle.

Yes, it's true, it's unbearably hot in this house.

Listen, will you do me a favour?

Would you take me to the terrace to get some fresh air?

Come on.

Yes? You mean carry you?

No, you should never carry someone who's injured.

Haven't you ever read a first-aid manual?

A first aider must always be able to see where they're going.

In order to avoid them both getting injured.

I don't get it? How then?

Horseback, of course.

Horseback? Like a horse?

Your mother's right, you've never really grown up.

I'm grown up now.

No, don't stop, let me go for a ride.

You're insane. Here on the terrace?

What if someone sees me? Besides, you've got your fresh air.

- No one's looking, in this weather? - Precisely, in this weather.

- No. - What are you doing?

No, Tony. Why? You're no fun.

Come on, call Maria.

- She's on the other side of the house. - Then I'll call her.

What's so funny? You really are mad.

Now what? What do we do now?

No, I don't want to go back inside. Come on, take me for a ride.

I'm asking you for a favour.

- What are you talking about? - I want to go for a ride.

- Where? - Here on the terrace.

Come on, Aristotle.

Aristotle? What about Aristotle?

I don't understand you. You need a psychoanalyst.

Not even Freud could fix you.

Now you're even being blackmailed.

And by a plumber. How could you?

How was I to know? Anyway, he isn't just any plumber.

He's Maria's boyfriend.

She's always so happy, satisfied.

So I wanted to find out why?

Please, be serious. This is about you.

I don't know what the devil's got into you?

Giving yourself away like that.

No, you're not well. You need help.

Maybe I really am a whore.

I get told that sometimes. I'm sure you've said it as well.

How strange though.

You only tell me when I say no.

Or when I stop saying yes.

Curious, isn't it?

Look, there's one you just lit there.

Listen, don't drag me into these things anymore.

This isn't part of my professional duties.

You're right, but how was I to know he was a trouble maker?

You're the only person I can tell.

Alright, but from now on you'll have to manage alone.

- It's what I've decided. - Then try to be a little more discreet.

Choose your company a bit better.

I swear I will.

From now on, only lawyers and freelancers, no one else.

Clearly the organ concerned must be struck from the best angle.

For example, examining...

For example, examining a person from the front...

isn't the same thing as examining them from behind.

That's obvious.

Miss, eat your soup or it will get cold.

- Lawyer Maldini called. - Did you tell him I was asleep?

But he didn't believe you?

Well you keep telling him.

The thermoelectric tube for ultra-soft rays...

I think there's a mistake in that thing.

I imagine you're referring to the thermoelectric tube for ultra-soft rays?

It should be C squared if the energy level of K is equal to...

Sorry to interrupt.

Is this your first time participating in a practical demonstration?

Do you have a name?

Sorry, Margherita.

Perhaps he'd recognise me in an x-ray.

You're not deaf, are you?

Are you very busy?

Would you do some research in the library for me?

I don't know if I'm...

Yes or no?

Aren't you hungry?

It's half past two. Aren't you hungry?

Do you like studying?

Why did you stop?

I got married.

So why now?

Widowed.

I'm sorry.

Congratulations, Miss.

What beautiful flowers.

When will you finish this never-ending sleeping cure?

- Did the lawyer, Maldini, call again? - Almost every day.

I always tell him what you ordered me to say, that you are sleeping.

Good, you keep telling him that.

What's this?

It arrived about an hour ago.

The professor.

He's making a move.

Slowly, but he's making a move.

The day after tomorrow is...

The day after tomorrow is Saturday.

Right?

Did I tell you about those excavations?

Which excavations?

I'd like to drive down there, also to get some fresh air.

Yes. Wonderful.

It's near the sea.

They're excavations of great cultural interest.

A doctor with archaeology for a hobby.

This might take a while.

You were saying?

- Would you come with me? - Of course, gladly.

It's just that we'll have to stay the night.

I'll tell them not to expect me at home.

Good.

At the end of the day, it's only an arch.

This arch is very important. It's late Empire.

Fine, but how much longer is this going to take?

Did you slip?

It's an old injury. I put my foot on a stone and...

- No, I don't think it's serious. - Thank goodness.

Can you walk?

Let's see how long it takes him this time.

I'll carry you to the car on my shoulders.

If you mention the first-aid book I'll bite you.

Go on, tell me I'm a light woman.

Thank goodness you're light.

It's a couple of kilometres from here to the car.

Yes, it really is quite erotic.

Are you sure we haven't met before?

I've never been sure of anything in my life.

We only have a room with two beds, sorry.

Where's another hotel? Is there a phone?

It's quite a few kilometres from here and the road is bad.

The telephone is in a public place but it's closed at this hour.

Fine, we'll take the room with two beds.

You're tired and so am I.

I'll sleep in the car.

Don't even think about it. There's no need.

Professor, you can come in now.

Do you want to read?

So...

- Can I turn off the light? - Of course, go ahead.

Can I turn off the light?

Are you asleep?

Would you mind confirming something for me?

Why not?

You wouldn't happen to have sprained your ankle before...

in my radiology lab?

And I'm not even enrolled at the university.

I never have been.

And I slaved day and night for a week to learn those blasted formulas.

Enough now. Let's not exaggerate.

So, when are we getting married?

Look, you're not obliged to.

Did I perhaps say I felt obliged?

- No, but... - But?

You don't know me at all.

- In the biblical sense I know you. - Don't joke, please.

I'm being serious.

I'm nothing like what you think I am. Do you want to hear my life story?

- Starting from when you were little? - No, from when I grew up.

Are you in a relationship?

Are you in love with someone else?

- Well then? - Why? Can't it get any worse?

I don't think so.

If you're hot, I'll turn on the fan.

Don't stop.

Leave it, I said don't stop. Have you gone deaf?

Would you mind telling me what you're up to?

I plan on causing a scandal.

I want everyone to know what kind of woman I am.

Do you remember the story of Lady Godiva?

Yes, but she did it to force her husband to lower the taxes.

What is it? Worried about your reputation?

- Can I help you? - No, thank you. I can do it.

Why are you slowing down?

I need to fill up.

Your Knickers? Not taking them off?

Do you really want to stop?

It's not that I want to. I have to, it's almost empty.

Fill her up.

Don't you want the key?

Gino. The windscreen.

I need a coffee. Want to come and get something?

Mimi, wake up. We've arrived.

When are we getting married?

Not until I've slept for twelve hours.

When are we getting married?

If you want an answer to your question.

Come to 27 Via Due Torri. Tomorrow morning, building A.Z.

At noon precisely.

There's no doorman, but as it says in the Gospel...

Knock, and the door will be opened to you.

No, keep it. You'll catch a cold.

It's ten o'clock.

- Ten o'clock when? - Ten o'clock today, that's when.

Right.

- Lawyer Maldini is waiting. - On the phone?

No, next door. He's been waiting over an hour.

I told him you were sleeping. The look he gave me.

I told him it was true this time.

He said, we'll see. He sat down and hasn't moved since.

Alright, tell him I'm coming.

Your dress, Miss? Where did you leave it?

Yes, on the road from Caserta to Frosinone, I think.

Sure, what you're suggesting is a rather familiar contract.

Noted professional, very busy, tired of running around all the time.

And a young, attractive, widow.

From a good family, but with a terrible reputation.

A convenient partnership without risks for both parties.

Explain it any way you want, the truth is...

I can't live without you.

How long will you give me to make up my mind?

What's keeping you? The professor?

You know that as well. So you're still spying on me.

Listen, I have to leave. A business trip.

You understand, it's already been organised. America, Australia, Japan.

Do I have to decide right now, on the spot?

I can't delay my departure. I've only got fifteen days.

I can take care of the risks.

But I'll have to be vaccinated.

Cholera, typhoid, smallpox, yellow fever.

That takes time.

I can give you three days, no more.

Three days.

Do you want my passport?

That might be a good idea.

No commitment?

No commitment.

That's enough.

Satisfied?

Listen, why don't you enter it in a festival?

It's quite a popular genre at the moment.

Well, I came for an answer.

When are we getting married?

What are you? Are you stupid? Or blind?

Were you wearing your glasses?

Yes, I always wear them at the cinema.

Didn't you see the girl of your dreams...

sleeping with more people than King Charles in France?

I haven't been surprised for a while. Haven't you got it yet?

It's safe to say that a doctor like me is well informed about human nature.

But I was the human nature.

Yes, I saw the girl of my dreams carry out her private, sexual revolution...

like a good student of professor Reich.

And in a rather imaginative manner, I must admit.

And you hate fantasy, right?

No, not at all.

The most revolutionary and imaginative act is still falling in love.

There. You're judging me.

Well you must have had a reason for doing it.

I did it because I felt like doing it.

- I think it's a great idea. - What?

Destroying everything.

No, not that, it's priceless.

- So, when are we getting married? - Leave me alone.

Do I have to start again?

What do you think? That I want to mend your socks?

Why not?

Or iron your shirts?

Why not?

You're obsessed.

What are you doing?

Something someone else should have done a long time ago.

So, when are we getting married?

I've no intention of being faithful to you for the rest of my life.

- Who asked you to? - You don't want me to be faithful?

I'll take the risk. When are we getting married?

- Never. - When?

When?

Alright, I'll marry you.

When?

There's one thing you still don't know.

You're terrifying me, Mimi.

Did you kill your first husband?

No, worse.

I have a horrible vice.

It was a delightful ceremony.

But I couldn't wait for the guests to leave, my dear.

How boring.

I also couldn't wait to be alone with you.

Listen, are you sure you don't mind?

- It's a hell of a vice. - You think so?

- But if you read Freud... - It's terrible, isn't it?

No, you see, Freud explains it very well.

He says that modern society bases its development...

on the repression of natural freedom.

- That's what makes men unhappy. - Why? And women aren't?

When I say men, I mean humanity.

Everyone.

I like it.

I like it so much, dear.

Sex must be approached with joy.

In order to be happy you need two simple things.

A lot of imagination.

And complete honesty.

Like in poetry.

Like in art.

We must learn to love life.

To see it as a game.

This vice of yours sure is heavy.

- Schiller says... - Are you tired?

No, I can do it.

I'm warning you, though, try not to put on weight.

I'm so glad there are two sexes.

And you?

Me too.