All language subtitles for Mio corpo con rabbia(1972)

MY BODY WITH RAGE

Silvia?

Silvia?

Station 1
Escape

Station 2
Scandal

Station 3
Swiss Clinic

Station 4
Capture

Welcome, Gabriele, lord,
father and master. Come on in.

You were expected. Forgive me
if there's cold air in here,

but we're on a bare and windswept
mountain. We are on Golgotha!

Crucify him, crucify him, the man who
pretends to be king, contradicts the Senate.

What's your point?

I'm already here.
Where do you want? The asylum?

Silvia, I beg you,
implore you to stop all this.

I know that yours is just a game.
A wicked game.

What do you want?
- Nothing.

If I called the professor
it's for your own good.

Your mother and I would like to see you
serene, happy, like the others.

Why? Are the others happy?

We had to do it,
that which we did.

No one had to know.
It would be a scandal! Understand?

In Switzerland, you weren't in a clinic.
You simply needed rest.

What you don't understand is we live in
a reality which must be taken into account.

You can never escape it!

The reality is mine.
It's you who live in the unreal.

I never tire of repeating:
I want nothing, I ask for nothing.

And what can you ask a madwoman?

If you want my head on a silver platter,
you'll see me remove it!

Silvia, you're a...
- ... Son of a bitch!

To be straightened out
you had to be broken!

I'll return your reason
by hook or by crook!

You cannot cast thirty years
of work to the winds!

It's time to end this nonsense.

You can't make our lives a living hell.
You have no right!

We may have been wrong
to bring her here. It's too isolated.

We only increase her resentment.
The professor is right.

There was no other solution.
It would create a scandal.

We'll have to return, sooner or later.
- I hope I have understood her.

I left everything to be here with her.
- Try to talk to her.

Perhaps, we've not done enough.

I'm sick of words.

I'd rather not meet her.
Not see her.

Miss, your mother's looking for you.
- They who seek, find.

Silvia, I have to talk.

The other day,

you went too far.
You offended your father.

Really, if you're giving a sermon you
must use a tone suited to the occasion.

Lower, more convincing.
Each speech with its appropriate tone.

Now, come to the point.
Anything else you want to tell me.

We are very worried about you.
- Me too.

We, Silvia, we must do
all we can for your health.

It is our duty.
And you... you well know.

I understand. Once again
you've called the professor.

You think I'm still intoxicated.

What has been decided lately?

Want to send me back to the clinic?
It's what Gabriele is trying to do?

Come on, tell me the truth!

What are you saying?
What pops into your head?

I assure you it was a blow
when I found out...

At her age? Do you realize?
- One slip is enough.

We're counting on you.

I'm at the end of my tether,
believe me.

Gabriele, the father.
- It's all a matter of will.

Dora, the mother.

Today they no longer respect
affection,

feelings...

The professor... Science...

This is not the consequence
of the refusal of certain values.

Here!
You're a machine-made product.

The oldest machine that exists,
but still a machine.

A nice product, no doubt about it.

But you have to answer to market laws.
Customs, traditions...

They've made you and feel entitled
to break you, to put you back on track.

As such they
control the points.

And don't think to rebel. Don't think
of questioning everything. Indeed.

Don't think at all.
You mustn't think!

A head...

My head...

But here I'm in charge!
If they stick their noses in, it's over!

What you can do is change
your face, the colour. But, outside.

Thousands work to give you everything
you need to change your face.

Even twice a day.
In return...

You have to sell your brain.
That's what they want.

You saw how she's dolled up?

Take no notice,
It's a means to assertion.

We need a lot of patience.

It's the cause that must be cured.
To know the reason for her refusal.

We have nothing
to reproach ourselves for.

She's making fun of us!

That's enough!

Cover yourself up and come down!
- I obey.

Silvia, later we'll have
a friendly chat. - Again?

Leave me in peace, alone!

What do you want to understand of me
if everything is so clear?

Have you wondered why I'm addicted?

Of course, the professor has realized
we must go further back, to the origins.

Still, if instead of talking so much
of affection, you tried to live truly in love.

Then, yes,
you'd understand something.

Of course, I'm a woman
and should just obey.

But as long as I'm regarded as an object
to place in society, I'll always be against it.

It's true: I was on drugs.
But only once. And to protest!

But, you, now, have called the professor:
scientific inquisitor for a fee.

You turned to him because
he looks inside me with a lens.

Like one does with the gear
of a clock that's gone wrong.

You want to know how it works,
to set me to your liking.

And then, you've stuck me here,
to rot with loneliness.

Kept under observation,
like an insect to be studied.

Ah, yes!
To insects one doesn't talk.

Doesn't look into their eyes.

I'm not... those small beings
to be crushed whenever you want.

No, no I'm not!

I'm ready to start all over.
Drug myself again just to cause you pain.

I'd do anything to destroy
your peace, your life!

As you destroy mine.

I'll be a mistaken being,
but I'm a human being.

You're here!

Come out, I saw you.

Tell me who you are.

Are you scared?

It's three days
you're buzzing around here.

Who are you?

What did you do?

Are you a thief?

I'm hungry.

Without you,
I'd die of boredom. Thank you!

We must never despair,
there's always something unexpected.

So who are you?
Don't you trust me?

You shot a president? No, those
are things you only think about.

You know you have a very interesting face?
You're a nice guy, I mean.

Stop it!

You don't mind
being a nice guy, right?

I told you to stop.

You have to trust me, it's empty.

A man who flees
never wants to be photographed.

Don't turn around!

If only he could turn around, just once,
he'd see, those other two, silently following

And when, abruptly, the god put out his hand
to stop her, speaking, with sorrow in his voice:

He has turned around,

she could not understand,
and softly answered: Who?

Senselessness.

Senselessness.

What do you mean?
- Senselessness.

You must explain what it suggests,
the stains you see.

Silvia, it's not the first time
we've done these sessions.

You must understand it's for your own good.
But, you must collaborate.

You mustn't shut yourself away.
- Knock and it shall be opened.

You told me that you have
a recurring dream.

Do you want to tell me about it?
- I dream as others do.

Big trouble, right?

"I'm in a big hole and I want to get out,
but I can't. I slide down.

My hands grope the muddy walls.
At the top, men are laughing.

I even dream of being on the street
with so many women.

All the men are at the wheel
of cars, trolleybuses.

I want to go up too, to drive,
but they force me back. I can't get up."

Hatred towards the domain of men.
Is not it?

You know that psychoanalysis...
- ... is a form of power.

By now, you've earned your fees.
We can stop. My dreams, I read them here.

Freud is now in the bookstalls too.
And at competitive prices.

More than a doctor,
I feel like a father to you.

That's just the point:
I have too many fathers!

We have fathers everywhere,
small and large.

Tell my father that I'm unrecoverable.
I'm mad. Mad and that's final!

Silvia, I...

What madness!
Indeed, she's very lucid, intelligent.

She's aware of what she does.
Silvia is just a misfit.

A girl with large emotional disorders
which need to be removed, eliminated.

It's no coincidence that her protest
has remained within the family circle.

Hi!

You're the only one I've spoken to lately.
- Actually, it was only me who spoke.

I always speak.
Really, I can't do anything but talk.

And you don't seem like
the ideal partner.

Tell me the truth.

You came out of your den
because you're hungry, huh?

Thank you.
- Jump in.

Let's go, come on!

Jump in!

Where are you going? Turn round.
- Stop it!

What is she doing?

Don't move.

Leave her alone.
She's just looking for your reaction.

Where did she find him, that boy?
- It's part of her game.

Like the car or anything else.

I wouldn't want this game to end badly.

Had enough fun? Who were they?
- Order, affection and discipline.

Thanks for the food.
- Not inviting me to tea?

Clear off, go!
- See you soon, not goodbye.

Go to hell!

Death to the old.

Don't worry.

Inside it's only water.

Mom and I are going out.

Naturally, you won't come.
- Naturally.

Are you sure she hasn't started again?
- She's only provoking us.

However, I'll keep her here
until I can trust her.

At the cost of staying in this hotel
all winter.

You must understand that it's no fun for us
cut off like this. - Try to put up with it.

After all, I needed a little rest.
- You want to be consoled, eh?

I'd like to defuse the situation.
After all, we didn't have much choice.

Stop, wait!

It's useless. You can't escape.

I envy you. To escape,
you must have done something.

I like people who are
capable of doing something.

What do you want? You don't even know me.
You could get into trouble? Leave me alone.

No way! If you'd wanted to run away,
by now you wouldn't be here.

The truth is that this
is the ideal place to hide.

The truth is that I don't trust you.
- Rather, you do trust me.

However, it's best that
you to stay away from me.

Are you afraid of women?

Now you've shown
that you're not a monster.

You're merely a little fantasy.

We're out of season.
And whoever has money, is skiing.

You'll not find a boat on the whole coast.
As for swimming, it's far too cold.

I'll make you a deal:

I'll hide you in the hotel.
I won't ask anything of you.

But you'll have to be good.
What do you say?

Of course, you mustn't ask
why I do it.

Do ut des...

It means...
- I give to receive. I do for you to do.

I do to have.
I give for you do.

I underestimated you. Knowing the principle
of economics, you've a future in society.

So, we're here?

I killed a woman.
- You've confessed at last.

This is the archipelago where I live.
It looks small.

But it's bigger than Polynesia.
Each family is an island.

To switch between them
would be like Christopher Columbus.

They're more distant than the poles.

They wouldn't put themselves
to any trouble for any reason.

Let alone for you.

Here's Dora. Or if you prefer...

My mother.

Trusting soul.

Don't forget to look under the bed,
in the closet and in the drawers.

I might be keeping some dwarf.

The key.

The key and your name.

Now your name.
- Paolo.

Is it enough?
- Enough.

Third year of architecture,
then boredom.

It's hard work and study. So...

Give up one or the other.
Or both.

Next?
- She was young? Beautiful?

You were in love? - What does
your father do? - Important man.

You know you risk jail keeping
me here? - You know that fear!

Why are you doing it?
You don't even know me.

My business. If I hide you, it's
because I don't know you. Next.

No, they never come here.
And when they do, they knock.

For the others,
it's enough to lock the door.

Were you jealous? Betrayed?

I'd like to know her.

The one you killed.

Good night.

Thank you!
- It's not trust, it's a challenge.

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Stop it!

Dear, Dad.

My behaviour grieves you, I know.

But if you were to go there,
to the psychoanalyst

you'd discover that,
in reality, that for me...

your daughter, that is,

you don't give a damn.

I only angered you
because I escaped you.

You can't be my master.

You're the master of your wife, Dora,

of your apartments,
of your machines...

I mean, you're the boss and that's it.

With such a father...
I don't know what to do.

With hatred...

and love.
Your daughter.

They say nothing new. A few shootings
everywhere. Crashes on all the roads.

There are crises everywhere.
Nothing new at all.

These days, no one's killed at all.
Much less a woman.

Are you sure you killed her?

How dare you?

I can't stand you sticking your nose
in my things.

Don't do that again!
- I wanted to know you. That's all.

I don't give a damn!

Stay calm.

Yes? Hello, Dora.

Sure, I have my man in the room.

Yes! It's a man's voice.

No! I'm only joking.
I've got the radio on.

No! I'm fine. On the contrary.

I've not yet figured out your game,
but I'll tell you now I don't like it.

Look, You're a pain in the arse!

If you want to get me into trouble,
do it right away.

Get me the police.

Hello? The police here.

Excuse me. I made a mistake.

The comings and goings, eh?
- Such a warm day. Can't you feel it?

It almost seems like spring.
Why not come with us?

Because there aren't any swallows.
And you two don't make spring.

Paolo?

What are you doing here?

Look at those over there.

It seems like an elephants' graveyard.
Or a madhouse.

They come to spend the winter here,
before dying.

Naturally, after a peaceful life,

hard-working, loving ...

All the...

perfect couples with
their Goodness Prize.

They're more polluting
than oil tankers.

From here it would be enough in one go
to destroy centuries of hypocrisy.

And the rottenness they've done...

would be forgotten.
Epigraphs accommodate everything.

Come, let's go for a ride. - Where
do you want to go? - Come with me!

Stop it! - Getting words out of you
is like getting blood from a stone.

Come on! How did you kill her?

Couldn't you take it anymore?
Tell the truth.

Come on! You can trust me.
Don't be afraid.

I hated her. I hate her!

They noticed the marks on my arm.
They made a tragedy out of it.

Tell the truth:
you did it because you were bored, eh?

Even you don't understand anything,
like all men. Provide for their own.

Programming. Always making it easy for you
so you'll obey. Blackmail you with affection.

Otherwise, shouting treason.

Reproach you for not having their own ideas,
as if they were the holders of truth.

Talking about your father?

There he is:
the man who's never wrong.

Of course, you knew they were here.
What's going on in your head?

You can't understand what I want to do.
Even you consider me an insect without will.

But you'll see. All have their weaknesses.
That's where you have to strike.

Is there anything you do
without thinking of your father?

I have to destroy him inside.
It's his soul I want to kill.

"I have freshly entered life and thanks to you
I no longer believe in anything or anyone.

Who did not believe in our Father,
will not enter the kingdom of heaven.

Who did not believe in our Father, will
not even enter the kingdom of the earth.

Each faith seems duplicitous.
Each authority a scourge.

Each tenderness a calculation.

The more sincere friendships,
good will,

tenderness to come,
I am suspicious of them,

discourage them, deny them.

Man must live alone,
love and abdicate,

hate and assert.

Me alone. I live.

I attack, destroy.
I think and contradict.

Any other life
threatens a little my own.

I didn't give consent
to my birth,

neither will I choose the time of my end.
They cause my birth and death.

To me, is given only what is
between these two extremes.

The goodness is me;
the badness you.

Principles are prejudices
of big shots.

Integrity is only the social success

of hypocrisy."

It's Bazin.

You're an educated man.
A self-controlled man.

You're also a controller of ideas.
In short, you are a successful man.

It seems the thing displeases you.

It doesn't belong to me, that's all.
But it all belongs to you.

You're the ideal man, sure.
A man courted by all.

You always know what to do,
when to do, how to do.

One must admire you always,
of course.

The perverse is me.
But I am a woman, weak.

I constantly need to hold
onto something. And I found it.

Forgive me.
- But there is nothing to forgive.

This morning, I killed my father.

Would you like a cigarette?

I'll repeat it:

Today, I killed my father.

I emptied the whole magazine.

The first hit the sternum.
The second, the third intercostal space.

The third fractured his collarbone.
The fourth, took the left ventricle.

Don't you believe it?

Come and see.

On that deckchair, look.

He was sitting there.

Where are you going?
They'll see you.

To bury your father.
A crime must be perfect.

Here seems to be appropriate.

Just a little work.

Huh?
- I think here is fine.

They'll build something.
Something worthy of him.

A gas station or a villa.

Or a restaurant.

What are you doing?

Here! What does it feel like?

Tell me what it feels like to be buried.
Come on, tell me what it's like!

You can tell your father.
Isn't that what you want?

You're quick to talk about death.
But it's hard to kill!

It's all so hard. It's hard to live.
It's hard to die. It's hard!

I didn't have the courage for it,
that's all. Yet...

Yet, I assure you
I wanted to.

But I didn't have the courage.
- What do you mean?

Maybe...
you have the wrong man.

I didn't kill that woman. I lied.
I couldn't ever kill anyone, me.

Poor Paolo!
You can't do anything.

You have so disappointed me
that I'll end up loving you.

Well? Why are you hiding?

I asked you what you did.

Listen, if you think
you can do as you like...

Where did you get that money?

It's mine.

Rather, it's not mine.
I stole it, before leaving her.

And you were starving
with all that money in your pocket?

I was afraid...
to show myself around.

No, not true either.

Maybe it was for
professional seriousness.

Spend only the money I earn. Sure.

And these I hadn't earned.

I never missed a beat.

Money is a fuel
and damned effective.

Come here.

Stop it! - I won't tolerate that tone!
You're too sure of yourself.

You're hateful.

Is there anyone that you love?

I'll report you! Theft and assault.
I'm sure you beat her too.

Go on.

Room 110.

I'd like some cold chicken
and ham. Wait!

An ice cream too.

You're unbearable!

And what if you can't manage it?

I cry with rage...

No one can lay their hands on me!

I hate you all the same!
- Of course.

And don't feel like a master.
- I've never felt like a master.

All men feel masters of a woman
for taking her to bed.

This is madness!

But I'll admit you know how to do it.
You're what is called a "hunk."

I've already told you to shut up!

You'd like me to tell you that I love you?
I've never had a passion for light music.

I'm sick of being teased by you.
You've nothing to say.

I don't want to hear from you.
Got it?

Why not throw everything in?
I think it's the best solution.

What do you mean?
You suggest we make a run for it?

Do you have a hut?

A heart, I can do without.
A hut, no.

And with central heating!

What's this?
An answer?

There he is, the living dead.

If you want, I'll let you out.
- Do you feel a man, now?

Do ut des...

I'm indebted to you.

I'm disarmed.

But I can always strangle him!

Paolo, what are you doing?

When Silvia was born, the obstetrician
forgot to cut the umbilical cord.

A cord 19 years long. Passes through Milan,
Rome, St Moritz, French Riviera, Zurich...

Stop it with this bullshit!

For this she has never grown up.

It's like a diver
linked to the air hose.

Her father is at the pump.
She needs his air

to breathe, to walk...

But here's the question!

Silvia, can you tell us something?
What do you want exactly from your father?

Shit!

This is the confession of a daddy's girl.
Of course, it's not always sincere.

Over and out.

Disturbing you?
- What do you want?

I wanted to know if you'd read the book.
- I'll get it right away.

Here it is, take it. It's a bit dog-eared.
But the words don't suffer.

It's men who suffer.
Isn't that so?

That's so.

I should break your neck! - Where are you going?
- To hell, anywhere, but away from here.

I'm sick of being taken for a ride
by a daddy's girl.

I won't have it!
You think I haven't understood a thing?

You're no use at all.
I don't give a damn!

However, this stud
didn't disappoint you.

Make up your mind:
your father, marry him or kill him.

But you have to decide! - Easy, eh?
Easy to stay hidden, in the warm.

But this isn't the end.
You have a debt and must pay it!

Listen, little fool. What do you want to do?
Fling me in the face of your father?

Your calculations are all wrong!

You can die together. I want
nothing to do with people like you!

You'll go when it suits me.
Otherwise, I'll really call the police!

I'll say that you raped me.
I'm only a minor.

You're just a slut.

However, I'm to your taste.
Like those you buy, you pay for!

If you go away...

I'll ruin you!

Come away from there.

This seems like an excellent idea.

I too can't stand
any more of this isolation.

We had no other solution.

Perhaps we were wrong
to isolate her too much.

But, won't it be dangerous to take her
back amongst her friends? Won't it restart?

No. No, don't worry.
I'll know how to control her.

It's only
to loosen the reins.

Am I bothering you?

Why? I was just saying to your mother
something to make you happy. - Let's leave.

Let's go home.
- It's a gift.

I also have a gift for you.

The key to my room.

There's a man in my bed.
I'd like you to meet him.

It's not the case.
- What are you saying?

I told you he was in my room.
For 10 days.

Go and see.

Here, go to my room.
Go on now.

You have my complete confidence.
You know how much I respect you.

I don't want your trust!
I don't want your esteem!

I'm a bad lot.
And I'll give you proof. Take it!

Please don't insist.
It would be an unforgivable act.

I repeat that
I have complete confidence in you.

Why are you afraid it's so.
And it is so! Did you imagine

your daughter was a goody-goody.
Let's say rather, a whore!

You don't say anything? But inside,
you feel bad. It's gnawing at you.

Come on, go into my room!
The sheets are still dirty.

Well then, they need washing.
- You're a coward!

You're someone who won't confront
their own responsibilities. - Calm down.

Just relax. I've told you that
you have my full respect.

Go to hell!

Silvia sent you, right?
- What are you doing here?

Didn't she tell you, your daughter?

Use your imagination.

What will you do?

Silvia is a minor. You could
be in big trouble. Even if...

though I'd prefer to arrange
this thing without any fuss.

What's that?
Explain it better.

You understand me too well.

I don't know what you want from Silvia,
but if you want money, I...

Please think it over.
You are no longer a child.

Nor Silvia too.

Silvia, can you tell us something?
What do you want exactly from your father?

Shit!

Madame...

Tell Silvia that I paid my debt.
I'm done, now, with being a tool.

If you wanted to be different from me,
you achieved it.

I never claimed to be
that which I'm not.

But I'd like just one thing from you:

a bit more understanding.

I talked to that boy.

No, I don't want
to blame you for anything.

But I wish you'd have
some pity for your father.

Tell him that it's not true.

I beg you, send that boy away.

Pity, understanding...

Hypocrisy!

He's gone.
- I don't understand...

Who?

You know very well.

That boy who was
in Silvia's room.

Silvia was telling the truth.
And you know it.

Well, congratulations.

I thought
you hadn't believed it.

You were magnificent.
A nice gesture.

I had no choice.
Or Silvia would have won.

As for this...

It was right to leave.
- Try to be more understanding, Gabriele.

I won't be played with
by two little brats.

They believe they've discovered the world,
those clowns!

As for Silvia, she must return to reason.
As long as I keep her she'll do as I say!

Silvia is a wishful thinker.
You just have to know how to take her.

Yes, I know.
I know.

But it's hard to swallow,
enduring it all.

Here we are at the Last Supper.

It remains to determine who's playing
the role of Judas. - Dora... or Gabriele.

And why not you?

And him, what part shall we say?

Welcome or not,
tonight I'm your guest.

You could have turned up earlier.

Silvia spoke of the Last Supper.
We don't know who to give the part of Judas.

Better Judas than Pilate,

in this case.

I am neither one nor the other.
I am a thief.

One who had the weakness
to hide in Silvia's bed.

You knows this, right?

We know it all. If you came only for this,
you can return to the steppes.

No! I've come to declare myself
out of the game.

A dirty game, where I fell.

Perhaps you haven't realized how
your daughter is a daughter of a whore.

Forgive me. - Forgive him.
Everyone uses the language he knows.

But, go ahead.
- No, let's put an end to it!

Remove this individual, please.
I'll call the director right now.

It would provoke a scandal.

And your husband hates scandals.
Isn't that so, Silvia?

Why did you come back?

To restore harmony to the family.

Because you are of the same mould.

Yes, all three.

And, to thank your father.

Because I think if I could
become like him,

it would make me throw up.
- You're a pig!

Let's say a scoundrel.
- Let's say both.

Knowing Silvia I understand completely,
she too. - Get out!

No, leave him.

He brought back the harmony between us.
We have never been so united.

This idyllic scene, right?
- A respectable family.

And I, unfortunately,
am afraid of respectable people.

Always smelling of roses as when
in the mire they fling it at the others!

We'd like this to stop?

Now, now, Dora. He's a poor man
looking for human dignity.

I don't know if you can
distinguish one wine from another

but I assure you
this Beaujolais is genuine.

You hoped to throw
a bomb into the family, right?

Silvia would never leave me.

I believe it.

You are alike in too many things.

When you spit in the face,
in reality, you spit only at yourself.

Oh, no. Forgive me, but here you show
yourself to be just a fool. Cheers!

In fact, Silvia hates
all those that make,

that build something.
In this she is similar to you.

You don't hate anyone?
- I hate all those like you.

Excuse me if I use "tu".

The rootless, idlers,
do-nothings...

You are gypsies
that pollute the air.

Why not shoot us?
- You'll die alone.

Moreover, there's no need to offend
anyone's feelings. - Feelings?

Feelings, yes.
Those that you wouldn't know.

Perhaps, it's a word that
you've never used. - No never!

And you know why? Because there are
people like you that infect her.

No need even for condoms.

Words, words... Oh, no!

Sermon, no, you can't make me one.
You lack the moral basis.

Silvia, who is intelligent,
realizes that I'm right.

The truth is that
you don't know how to lose.

You'll never accept defeat. Yet, the future
belongs to those who know how to be wrong.

Then, there is hope for you.
- All that's left for me, sure.

But for you, what's left?
- I have made my hope:

Her.

I salute the Grande Dame,

the Grand Old Man... and Hope.

Subtitles: corvusalbus 2015 / 2020