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- Are the horses ready?
- As you wish.

Go get them.

Your guests are always
in bed, Milady.

I did not sleep well !

Wake them up, I need
to take the air.

I want to take a ride,
to forget this bad dream.

Are you sure you dreamed?

Sometimes you lose
the perception of reality,

and i'm the only one
to be able to remind you.

Enough ! You are always
in my feet? Get out!

At 22, Frederique,

Countess of Metzengerstein,

inherited a large
family wealth.

Rarely, in his country,

a noble had possessed
such an important area.

She administered it
capriciously.

Up day or night
according to his whims.

This morning, haunted by the dream
what she had done,

she decided to bring
his guests at the castle

where she grew up.

Marquis!
Serve me a drink!

Some blood !

Bastard!

- Milady!
- What ?

It's not allowed
to let go a bit?

I love this place.

It's fantastic.

It's nothing compared to
what you own.

Better than where I grew up?
Idiot !

It always revolves around
of you, this scoundrel?

How about I throw him over there?

What if he was flying...
It would be a pity.

Shoot straight!
The rope must give way.

His acts of debauchery,
of cheating

and extreme cruelty,
soon learned to his vassals

that they wouldn't be
never safe

facing the fangs
of that petty Caligula.

Come.

Come on.

Give me that necklace!

- Is this our room?
- I have a surprise for you.

For me ?

- What ?
- Patience.

Here. You like?

Don't be so naive!
I know him long before you!

Let's see.

Not there!

Everyone approved of his whims.
Not only his depraved friends,

but also
those who feared her.

With one exception,

a branch of his dynasty,
less fortunate, the Berlifitzings,

who in fact were enemies
of always Metzengersteins.

He openly condemned
his actions.

The two families were
grieved for centuries.

Their hostility dated
for so long,

that no one remembered
of its origin.

At that time, the young
Baron Wilhelm of Berlifitzing

lived alone in the family castle.

Although close neighbor,

he had never spoken
To his redoubtable cousin,

Frederick of Metzengerstein.

However,
if on his side,

Frederique must have met his gaze,
in the distance,

she did not hesitate
to show him his contempt.

But Wilhelm did not seem
not even notice it.

With his quick wit he could have had
much success in his milieu,

but he didn't seem interested

only by his stables
or his hunting ground.

Help !

Fast !

If I find the idiot
who laid this trap,

I'll pass it on
a bad quarter of an hour.

I assure you of that.

Come on, do something!

When a vixen is trapped,
she plays dead,

And when we open the trap, she leaps,
even with only two feet.

did it hurt?

Frederique and Wilhelm met again
face to face, by the greatest of chance.

The young countess thought
that his hatred would come out,

but to his surprise,
his face remained marked in her.

Something had changed.

The memory of his mocking gaze,

gave birth in her to the desire
to see him again.

We are looking for a vixen,
Wilhelm Berlifitzing?

Sultan!

He will be back.

How cold.

In the Metzengerstein family,
you wouldn't let a woman get cold.

Apparently not in yours.

You never speak, cousin.

I still have a mark on my ankle.

Prince!

Do you only talk to animals?

I invite you to supper this evening.

You will feel at home.
Most of my hosts are buzzards,

bears or boars.

You should like.

I don't want to join
my menagerie.

I am not used to that
tell me no.

You'll have to get used to it, cousin.

Who do you think you are?

A happy man.

Frederique!

Wilhelm!

Rejected, taunted, while
for once she had been sincere,

Frederique's fury
drown the feelings

who pushed her
to go to his cousin.

Hughes!

Now she could
prepare his revenge.

Hughes!

- Yes, Milady?
- How did he get here?

He arose from the flames and galloped
so far.

- Who owns it?
- Everyone ignores him.

Even the servants of Baron Wilhelm.

No one has ever seen him.
He is enraged.

We can't approach it!

Me, I can.

Milady,
Baron Wilhelm lost his life there!

What ?

Trying to save
his beloved horse.

Straw has spread
fire everywhere.

Hughes!

Yes ?

Fix everything...
As it was before.

But that's impossible, Madam!

You will because
I want it !

Find the best weaver.

When she ordered
let the stables be burned,

She never imagined for a moment that
Wilhelm could have perished in the flames.

His death had not satisfied
neither his passion nor his rage.

A bad feeling haunted him.

She was filled with terror.

You seem absent.
What are you thinking about ?

Nothing, let's see.

Let's see.

Since that day, the behavior

of the young countess
changed radically.

She remained recluse
within its domain,

completely alone,

Unless his impetuous horse

that she rode without rest,

can be considered as
companion.

He was the only one who
Frederique was loyal.

At any hour of the day

or night,

sick or healthy,

whatever the weather,

the countess seemed riveted
in the saddle of his horse,

whose fiery character
suited him so well.

Tell me old man,

are you finished soon?

It depends. I do not know
not exactly.

Sometimes,
the threads thread themselves,

and others, they refuse.

How much time left ?

Weeks... months, maybe.

This fate, which she had accepted
deep inside her,

continued to act on her,
even in his moments of solitude.

She stayed for hours
in front of the tapestry,

following its progress.

Fascinated, she observed
the old man's fingers,

bring back to life
black workhorse.

His fingers knotted the threads
with so much dexterity

that they seemed to weave with
a fatal logic his own death.

What is it ?
Why doesn't it work?

My hands have always obeyed me.
Help me.

Have you found it?

- You gave it the color of blood.
- No, that of fire!

Frederique had accepted
and waited for this end.

She rushed into the flames.

Like Wilhelm, with Wilhelm,

she was killed by fire.

The plane continued
to fly over the airport,

as unable to land.

It was the first time
that I was coming to Rome,

and didn't speak a word of Italian.

Being an actor, I was often
led to travel,

but this time it was different.
I was nervous.

Moment, I even hoped

that this plane does not land
and take me... home.

But that was not possible.

The plane was caught in the nets
invisible from the airport,

who attracted him
fatally to the ground.

Flight 307 at control tower,

we ask permission
to disembark passengers.

Your attention, please.

TWA announces the departure of Flight 203
bound for New York.

TWA announces the departure of Flight 203

to Paris, London,
Shannon and New York, at Gate No. 5.

Mr. Edwards...

Here it is! Toby Dammit!

A smile, please, Toby.

No ! Stop!

Please.

Stop.

What a fool!
I'm going to give him one!

Are you injured?

No, it's fine.

They send them all over there...

All right. I'm sorry.

Your blinding flashes of light...

I can't take them anymore.
I'm not used to all that.

You understand.
I only go out at night.

Those damn lights!

Why did you come here?

Your attention, please.

TWA announces the departure of its flight 203

to Paris, London,
Shannon and New York.

I am Father Spagna.
Welcome to Rome.

- And you are...
- I represent the production company...

Here are the two directors,
the Manetti brothers,

Maurizio and Ernestino.

And my secretary...

Excuse me,
I do not speak english very well.

My interpreter will translate.

I am happy that you have
has a nice trip.

Welcome to Rome.

Do you want
tell him anything else?

Please follow me.

It always takes so much
walk in these airports.

It's the first
Western Catholic.

The return of Christ
on an isolated meadow.

He answers a question
that every man asks himself.

A new appearance of Christ.

A concrete appearance of the saviour.

Christ is in everyone
from us, of course.

Now his appearance,
so obvious...

...may seem like a desperate bet.

A blasphemy, almost,
I would like to say.

But for an artist like you,

whether you are a believer or not,

you understand that cinema

can bring out poetry
through original images.

something between
Dreyer and Pasolini

with a grain of John Ford,
of course.

As long as they reflect
the torments of our culture

and the decadence of capitalism,

italian westerns
represent an art form!

According to Lukacs,

We want to create characters
steeped in history.

For example, we two outlaws
represent anarchy.

The busty girl is a shelter
illusion of rationality.

The meadow represents history

and buffalo meat,
means of subsistence for man.

It will be in color.

Garish colors
and rudimentary costumes

in order to harmonize the meadow with
the biblical landscape.

Piero della Francesca
and Fred Zinnemann, so to speak!

It's a very good idea.
You match perfectly.

Just let your heart speak.

The production company promised me
a Ferrari, latest model.

Where is she?

Ah, yes, the Ferrari...

You'll get it after the show.

After the ceremony tonight.

How ?

Are you going to a funeral?

Advance!

Stop the car!
I need to talk to him.

1,000 lira. Your hand.
I see wealth and happiness.

And me ?

Curiosity is human,
but you can't change fate.

No.

Once again.
I've seen it before.

She was waiting for me at the airport.

With his white and silent ball.

I tried to push her away
but she kept coming back.

She seemed to know that sooner or later
I'll play his game.

But when ?

You promised to leave me alone.

I'm doing well.

Our guest tonight
is an English actor

that everyone knows.

You all still have
his last film in memory.

He is now in Roma
to make a movie,

a western version of redemption!

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is Toby Dammit.

What is happening ?
Are you serious?

- First trip to Italy?
- Yes.

What brings you?

The Ferrari you're going to give me.

Do you take LSD
or other drugs?

Of course.

- For what ?
- To feel normal.

what do you
prefer in life?

No idea.

- What do you hate the most?
- My public.

They say you lost it.
Is it true ?

How the critics judged
your movie Hamlet?

It's clear
that he didn't understand us.

Did you pass
an unhappy childhood?

No. My mother was very cheerful
when she beat me.

Maybe she had been drinking.

I heard that you do
can't stand the criticism

and that you were violent.

Repeat and I
break your nose.

Will you marry me?

Are you neurotic?

It's my only quality.

What's wrong
in your life, Mr. Dammit?

Nothing.
I am terribly happy.

Is it true that you had
boring jobs?

Yes yes...

...but never a TV journalist.

What a pity.

- Do you know Italian cinema?
- I pretend that we.

Why do you have so much
success with women?

I'm masculine enough to
to please a man.

and feminine enough to please
to a woman.

- Why didn't you come to Italy Before?

- I visited Africa once.

- Do you think you're funny?
- No. And you ?

Do you believe in God ?

No.

And the devil?

Yes, the devil, yes!

How curious!
Have you seen it yet?

Yes.

Does he look like a goat, a bat
or a black cat?

Oh no.

I'm English... not Catholic.

For me, the Devil is
a jolly fellow.

It looks like a
little girl.

He is doing well.
It is good.

With my head
I can do whatever I please.

You did see ?

It never stops.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the ceremony
Italian for the Oscars.

First, I want to thank
show business celebrities,

politicians and artists
who are here tonight.

I also thank
the Minister of Culture.

To my producer.

Let me shake your hand.
Cheer. And long live Italy!

Mr Dammit, my name is Spinelli
but I am better known as Artagnan.

I am an imitator.

I am a poet, philosopher,
writer...

I can't even say
hello to a friend...

Mr. Dammit, please excuse me.

I present to you my daughter, Elisabeth.
She is a singer, dancer and actress.

- Smile, Elizabeth.
- Pleased.

Is she blank?

Mr. Dammit, let's see,
she is a child.

Lombardi, production.

They will start soon
the Golden Wolves ceremony.

We will have some time left
after the fashion show.

Usually everyone
say a little word before the Awards,

a little poem, for example.

Except the actresses, of course.

A bit of Shakespeare, perhaps.

Not too long,
and with punch.

The boss is right.

Shakespeare is good,
as long as it's not too long.

And now, the highlight of the show:

"The Queen of Sheba".

In preview!

"Roman Fashion"
and "Humiliation".

"Lady Hamilton".

It's your turn, Mr. Dammit.

Follow me I will
introduce yourself to the presenters.

Good morning.

I'm going to do your understudy.
Could I have a photo with you?

Yes, the three of us!

I know London well.
I have been there twice.

I'm happy to do your understudy.
I worked with Tomas Milian too.

I am also a stuntman.

THANKS !

Get me 20 copies.

Have you ever been to London?

Oh, I would like to live there.
I like this city a lot.

And the English,
so well educated!

And their cinema,
much better than ours.

You'll be better off here...

What's the matter ?

No, you have
had enough.

Later, if you
you behave well.

Mr. Toby, over here.

You should not
drink so much.

Enchanted, I am the painter Stagni.

I won the prize
for best actress

in "Drag Your Old Bones Home".
You saw him ?

It is an honor.
I admire you a lot.

Poor thing, she is
almost blind.

Good evening. You
remember me?

And now, the moment of truth!

But before, let me
thank the judges

who selected
tonight's winners.

A Golden Wolf to Marylou Lolo,

who shone
in his first film already.

A Golden Wolf with
friendly twins,

Lion and Tiger, the singers.

Please come closer.

In order to entrust the public
what you feel.

I am very moved.

All I can say... thank you.

- And you ?
- I'm very touched.

All I can say... thank you.

I am very touched.

All I can say... thank you.

Cheer! Cheer!

And now the woman who
touched you deeply.

Our favorite actress
to all.

A Golden Wolf to Annie Ravel.

Good evening...

And now please
forgive me

if voice trembles
more than usual,

but i can't contain
my enthusiasm.

Our guest of honor...

Yes, you all guessed it.

The artist who
for so many years,

transmitted to us
his joy of living,

made us laugh to tears,

as only can
an exceptional artist.

How do you do
to stay so young?

would you like to tell us
a few words, or maybe a mime?

Don't ask me too much.
You know I have a cat's eye!

Do not worry.
I will take care of you.

I will take care of you.

I understand you.
I've known you forever.

Never again will you be alone

because i will be
always by your side.

You will always find me
by your side.

You will never be again
neither shipwrecked nor fugitive.

No more loneliness
nor selfishness.

we will live

calmly and faithfully.

The life we've been waiting for
for so long.

You didn't have faith, but your trust
you led me.

I am the one you
have always been waiting,

totally devoted to you.

Until the end of time.

And now..., the other surprise
that we have reserved for you for tonight.

One of the greatest
cinema,

Ladies and gentlemen,
Toby Dammit!

Toby!

Cheer!

Well done, well done!

Please come closer, Mr. Dammit.

Step aside, please!

Cheer!

Welcome Toby Dammit,

great actor who contributed
to the success of British cinema.

He came this evening to honor
in Italian cinema.

I have the great pleasure of delivering
this peg

To Toby Dammit,
in recognition

for his brilliant interpretation
from the work of Shakespeare,

titan of modern poetry,

the most striking after Dante.

All my congratulations.

You allow ?

"And all our yesterdays have lit up
for madmen

"the path
to dust and death.

"Go out, little candle!

"Life is but a walking shadow,
a poor actor

"who struts and bustles
during his hour on stage

"And then we no longer hear.

"It's a fable Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury..."

But this is not true
that I am a great actor.

It's not true.

I could have...

But it's been a year
that I did nothing.

The latest director...

with whom I worked,
constantly complaining,

he said I was always drunk.

I do not know why
I tell you that.

Why do you have me
guest here?

what do you
expect from me?

And this woman...

who asked me in marriage.

It's funny, isn't it?

I was in the corner,
crying. I...

I often burst into tears
when I drank too much. I...

It's the wine that makes me sad.

It's too bright here.

But the whiskey...

Whiskey is different.

It's confusing me...

It's funny.

This beautiful woman...

...took my hand.
She stroked it.

She said:
"I am totally devoted to you.

I am the one you
I've been waiting forever."

Listen my dear.
Me, I didn't wait for you!

I am not waiting for anyone.
Are you listening to me?

Bullshit !

Here are the keys.
I already redid it.

Mr. Dammit, come back!

Toby!
Where are you going?

You sick person!
How are you?!!

How do I get out of here?

I want to go to ... Rome?

He is crazy.
Where is this idiot going?

The bridge is closed.
You have to take a detour.

Come back! You have to go
to the mill.

The road is cut.

get by,
I must pass!