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Yes! With all my heart!

Your husband is coming! It's better if he doesn't see me!

I'm leaving! Goodbye, Desdemona!

- Remember, I'm in your hands! - Goodbye! Goodbye!

# I have no cups, nor goblets, nor glasses... #

There is something...

fishy about all this.

Wasn't it Cassio, talking to Desdemona?

What the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve.

My Lord! Please make me happy!

- Tell me. I'd do anything for you. - Really? Swear it!

- Yes, I swear. - Poor Cassio, let him come back to his position!

- Cassio? - Yes.

It was Cassio. It was Cassio!

So, will you forgive him? You will let him come back, won't you?

- Yes, I said yes, that's enough, isn't it? - Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

- I wonder! - Why "I wonder""?

What are you thinking about?

Well...

Sure... It's not Cassio's fault!

He's young, handsome...

white-skinned... who would have thought Desdemona...

- What? Don't get mad! You're turning black! Are you going to eat me?

What do you mean about Desdemona?

I meant Desdemona is just like all the others.

Desdemona is like all the others?

Yes, sure. Now that I've told you, my conscience is clear.

If it's true, I'm going to gut her! I'll wring her neck like a chicken's!

- Unfortunately, it's true. - How do you know?

How do I know? Come with me tonight and I'll provide evidence

that what I have said is the gospel truth, my Lord.

My darling, my little pumpkin, what have you done! I'm going to kill you!

God, I'm going to kill you!

Goodbye, honest Iago, my only friend!

I'll see you tonight.

You see this nice handkerchief?

Do you like this nice handkerchief?

- What a lovely present for Cassio! - For Cassio?

Yes! Go give it to him, tonight it must be in his hands.

"Goodbye, honest Iago, my faithful friend!"

"I trust you alone!"

He trusts only me!

My dear Cassio, these are hard times for lieutenants.

Right, don't even talk about it!

Sure, if it depended on Bianca,

instead of Desdemona, things would be different!

Sure, that girl has a big crush on you, hasn't she?

Well, I don't want to boast...

- Listen... is it true what they say? - What do they say?

That she hangs on you like a leech, day and night?

Poor deluded girl!

- How is she in the bedroom? - What? - In the bedroom.

A naughty little girl.

I knew it!

- Bless you. - Thank you.

Damn this weather in Cyprus! I've got a cold!

- Can I borrow a handkerchief? - Yes. Here it is.

- There you go. - How nice!

What a nice handkierchief! Cassio, is this a present from her?

Yes.

I knew it!

It's a present from her!

- I have to go now. - Scoundrel!

I'm going to kill her! She cheated on me!

- Dirty cow! - With my subordinate!

- Dirty cow twice over! - She deserves to die!

Right, death!

Still, Iago, I feel merciful!

Merciful! Aren't you a man?

You're right; prepare some poison for me tonight.

Poison? Poison?

You must strangle her!

Strangle her in that same bed where she cheated on you!

I'm a murderer. I'm a murderer.

Who'd have believed it. Darn it, I'm a murderer!

Master, why must I believe Iago? Why am I so stupid?

Maybe because actually you want to kill Desdemona.

Why would I want to kill Desdemona?

Maybe because Desdemona likes to be killed.

- Really? Is it true? - Maybe it is.

Which is the truth? What I think of me,

or what other people think, or what he thinks?

What do you feel inside? Concentrate on yourself.

What do you feel, huh?

Yes, I feel something!

That's the truth. But hush...

You must not mention it. Because as soon as you mention it, it's gone.

What a beautiful night; how many stars!

Brrr... and it's getting a little cold!

My love will be here shortly...

Come on, let's say our night prayers.

- Come, good hour... - Her last hour has come!

Go!

My lord! What have you decided regarding Cassio?

He must be worried, poor boy!

- Ouch! - Well done!

Why, what a slap you gave me! It's the first slap I've ever taken.

If you want to give me another one...

- Ahhh! - Kill her! Kill her!

- Mercy! - No mercy!

TRASH

But...

Brabazio, never mind. It happens to everybody, one person at a time.

# May I be damned

if I don't love you.

And if it wasn't true,

I wouldn't understand anything any more.

All my mad love,

is blown by the wind,

is blown by the wind...

like this.

Ah, the delicate and sweet perfume

of a grass giving you pangs. #

There, he's taking them away.

We won't see them any more.

So long, Iago. So long, Othello.

So long forever.

# All my mad love

is blown by the wind,

is blown by the wind...

like this.

The robbed man who smiles robs the thief of something.

But the robbed man who cries, robs himself of something.

So I tell you, as long as I smile

you won't be lost.

But these are only words,

and I've never heard

that a broken heart

is cured by listening.

And all my mad love

is blown by the wind,

is blown by the wind...

like this. #

What are those?

Those... are clouds.

What are clouds?

- Who knows! - How beautiful they are!

How beautiful they are!

Harrowing and wonderful beauty of all creation!

WORK TRIP

Our beloved Queen visits Baas the African people faithful to the crown

I knew I'd get the hives with this kind of heat, and what they give us to eat.

But they're all so hospitable, darling!

It would have been better to send mom. Where are we?

I don't know - maybe central Katombo.

Independent?

No, associate State, the high Katombo is independent.

How confusing all these republics are!

"Beloved nation of Katchumba,

this visit is evidence of the ties existing between our States."

Her Majesty is reading the wrong sheet; let's hope they don't notice.

"The tradition of Katchumba, the prosperity of Katchumba,

its language, its work, guarantee the present

and the future of the beloved nation of Katchumba."

They noticed. Let's hope for the best.

What made them so nervous?

JEALOUS WOMAN

- It's beautiful! - Have you been here before? - Me? Never!

- Shall we dance? - Sure.

Are you coming?

Stop!

Paolo! Paolo!

Paolo!

Paolo!

Excuse me.

Excuse me?

You go off and play with little girls. You're so irresponsible!

Darling, we're making a spectacle of ourselves! There's no reason to get mad.

- Let's reason together. - Yes, let's reason.. So...

It's not true that I left you alone.

This is a 50 square meter room, not a jungle.

It's worse than a jungle - you know this place, admit it!

- You've been here before! - It's not true!

Darling, it's easy, just say: "I've been here before".

But it's not true!

- Let's calm down. - No! No, I'm telling you!

I don't want to calm down!

- You told me you wanted to come here, to the Piper! - It's true!

Because I knew this is your kingdom, and now I have proof!

When you're excited your "Adam's apple" goes up and down,

like a tennis ball!

- It's true! - Tell me what you know about me!

I have no prejudices, I'm a free woman!

But you wanted to come here for the little girls! Admit it!

- What should I say? - If you confess, I'll give you a hug,

I'll get down on my knees! Confess! Say it!

Why haven't you ever told me about the tennis ball?

- Didn't you know? - No.

- You really didn't know! - No.

You're beautiful when you're calm, when you smile.

- Shall we dance? - Let's dance.

- All in all, this place is amusing, it's nice. - Yes, really nice.

- So, will you admit you've been here before? - Never, I swear.

- This is the usual useless lie. - Never, honey!

You don't have to tell me how many times, just admit that you've been here before.

All right!

I admit I've been here a hundred times.

I live here, I eat here, I sleep here.

I'm the Piper's owner. I admit it...

if you admit you're jealous.

- Me, jealous? - Yes, you!

You must get this idea out of your head!

Me, jealous! You're attacking me to defend yourself; you're lying!

You say you've been here a hundred times to try to make me believe you've never been.

Very well...

Tomorrow morning at nine...

No, at eight! At seven, at dawn even!

Better still, I'm going to my lawyer right now!

There's an abyss between you and me, I'm already in the future, on Mars!

- You're still living in the caves. - Me? - A survivor from the middle ages!

Goodbye! It's over!

Wait!

Paolo!

- Stop! - I'm asking for a divorce! Consider us already divorced!

Wait! I completely trust you!

- You're a perfect man! - You admit you're jealous?

- I admit it, but... - You have to admit it without any "buts"!

- OK.. Shout it, or you'll never see me again!

- What do I have to shout? - That you're jealous!

- Yes, I'm jealous. - Shout it louder!

- Yes, I'm jealous. - I've become inhibited, alienated.

I'm neurotiC, I'm afraid of even looking at a girl.

- When I walk down the street, I wear blinkers like a horse. - You shouldn't.

You're a man. Everybody knows men are hunters!

If you want to go with other women, do it! But tell me!

Or go with them and tell me later; I just want your loyalty!

Paolo, do you want to start over?

You've already said that thirty times. Maybe more.

This time I mean it, believe me!

I'm different; something's changed inside of me.

I'm better now. Do you like that girl over there?

It'd be silly if you didn't look at her, do you like her?

No. She's not my type.

Which one is your type, that one?

- No. - Or that one?

The one with the goat jacket? Or the one behind her?

No, she's too vulgar.

But she's vital and strong.

I like that one over there.

- Isn't she too slim? - No, she's just right.

- She isn't really slim. - How do you know?

You can see it. Let's go home now.

Enough with the nightclubs.

Old house, new air!

Nothing but the truth! The truth is the future!

When you tell it like it is... You live longer!

Are you staying in the elevator? Won't you come in?

Telling the truth is wonderful, but you have to tell it all!

- Sure. - Say you're a scary monster!

You're a scoundrel, a pig!

You'd get laid with every one of them! Beautiful, ugly, fat, slim!

Tall, short! Blondes, brunettes!

All of them! All of them!

- You! You must be that vile man of Via Pradella! - Me? - Yes!

- The monster that raped the old ladies! - You're crazy.

Don't touch me, don't come any closer! Sadist! Sadist!

- No! - Yes!

Don't behave like a false widower; you don't care if I throw myself out!

- Silvana, I love you. - You never gave me any proof of your love!

Silvana, climb down from that window, I beg you!

Tell me what I have to do.

I beg you!

OK. When a man loves a woman, he finds a way to convince her!

- What should I do? I love you! - Words! I want deeds!

I gave you the proof; I virtually threw myself out!

Morally, I'm already squashed against the asphalt!

You'd never give your life for me! You see how different we are!

Yes, I'd give my life for you!

Give it for me then: throw yourself out!

Should I?

- You want my death? - No, I just wanted an act.

But you only worry about your pants.

Between your mother and me, who would you throw off the tower?

I have to go to work tomorrow! I have to get up early!

I can't spend the whole night climbing up and down from windows!

What if I actually fall? What a stupid death!

I'm a steady person; I can't risk my life this way!

What a stupid way to die!

It would be annoying for you; you'd be a widow!

Just thinking of you as a widow, with your lovely face, at your age...

I'd come to you and pull your feet saying: "Go ahead and pick a man.

Even two! Even three!"

If you really love me, don't come, you'd scare me!

Don't be afraid, I won't die! I'm a healthy man!

I won't die before you because I don't climb up to windows like you!

You're crazy!

We've come to this point...

Silvana, I... hope you understand.

I'm talking seriously. we must do something.

Tomorrow I go to Camp Martin.

- Why are you going to Camp Martin? - Never mind, I'll go...

My God, I can't stand it any more! I'm having a nervous breakdown; do you understand?

Yes.

God, how beautiful you are!

There's no woman more beautiful than her in the whole East!

- Feel how firm she is! - Leave me alone!

You know you'll leave a mark! Paolo, don't!

You are a rose... with a shade of fatigue here.

And a little invisible wrinkle there, which suits you.

What wrinkle? I have no wrinkles.

- That's why I said "invisible". - You're right; I'm getting old.

Me too: "sun, stop!"

You have no gray hair, and your belly isn't getting fat.

That's because...

Because I fight!

- Is my blue suit ready? - Aren't you wearing your gray suit?

- No, today I'll wear my blue one. - Where are you going?

Where am I going? What if I don't tell you?

What happens if I don't tell you?

Nothing. If you tell me, I'll get mad.

Good.

I don't care about it, not at all.

- Well, actually I could tell you. - No!

Very good. I see you honor your deals.

What a nice tie, I never noticed it before!

It was about time I wore it: forest green.

- Do you like it? - How elegant you are!

You haven't made a single mistake with your colors lately.

True! Do you know since when?

Since I realized I'm in love with you!

Oh! I wore this underwear...

The other one is better... maybe I should change it.

Don't overdo it! You're behaving like a woman!

Here's my man.

Mine.

Oh! I almost forgot!

When are you coming back?

Are we starting again with your questions? Silvana, do you want me to get the agreement?

I'm going to read it again.

"We, Paolo and Silvana, commit ourselves to the following rules:

No more questions. Neither doubts nor suspicions.

Absolute trust, each one of us is free."

- That's right, isn't it? - Right.

Keep it, read it again.

That way, you'll remember.

Are you going by car?

- No. - You're not going far then?

- I'm sorry, it was just something to say. - We'll talk later; I have to go now.

- I'll call you, bye! - Paolo!

Mystery!

If I catch you, I'll kill you! First her, then you!

Scoundrel! Cheater!

- Where are you going! To the dentist's! - The dentist's? Come here!

- Have you seen a tall gentleman... - No.

What are you doing here, then? I saw him!

- Stop! You can't annoy the tenents like that! - Really?

- You're a pimp then! - I'm calling the cops.

My husband is visiting his mistress. I'll give you a check; where is he?

I don't know... Ah! No, her husband's home.

- Make an effort: think! - I'm thinking!

If you tell me where my husband is, I'll give you a million!

Honestly, it could be anybody... Ah! The notary's wife!

- Where is she? - Third floor!

- The number, quick! - But she has a wooden leg!

It doesn't matter, I have to get there before they undress!

They're kissing! They're kissing! I'm going to kill them!

I'm going to kill them! Paolo!

- Paolo! - what are you doing? Are you crazy?

Silvana!

Silvana.

Silvana.

- What happened? - Nothing.

We are used to shooting at home; it's just a game.

Come on, put your trousers on.

What are you doing here in your underwear?

TAILOR SHOP