All language subtitles for La Stanza Del Vescovo.ENG-en

The process against Nazi war criminals...

...has been renewed
on Thursday, September 4th.

The Parliamentary Commission
demands to investigate...

- Excuse me, may I ask you?
- Go ahead.

Is your vessel a gozzo,
a brigantine, a schooner...

...or something else?

- Something else.
- That's what I supposed.

- Just closing!
- But I just wanted... - Closed!

Did you want to buy something?

- Yes, but they don't let me in!
- I suppose. I�ll handle that.

- I am the lawyer Orimbeli
from villa Cleofe. - Closed.

Do me a favor, open the shop.

Do me a favor, and bugger off.

It's closed.

I suppose so. Anyways thank you,
I'll go to a restaurant.

- Why is it called Tinca? (a kind of fish)
- I don't know, I bought it.

- Maybe because it has a belly like a fish.
- Maybe.

Wow, a real cabin,
at least as for I can see from here.

- Come in, you can look around.
- Thank you.

I took of my shoes. I'm not a real sailor
but I know the rules.

The boat is like a mosquee.

Let me introduce myself:
Temistocle Mario Orimbelli. Lawyer.

- Maffei. Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Very nice niche,
2 beds, a kitchenette...

A real villa on water.
Really nice.

- Are you fishing?
- No just having a lake trip.

- In what sense?
- I go to Arona, Luino, Streza...

- Always on water!
- No!

I'm an amphibian,
sometimes I get off to the ground.

- But what are you doing in life?
- Whatever I like, I have friends everywhere.

If I want I visit them.
If I want to be alone I stay alone.

Well, I suppose. It's like you have a
hundred homes and don't have a home.

Not like you have one home and
stay bound like in prison.

And you look thru
the window always at the same water.

A tuxedo! Nice.
Do you wear it often?

Sometimes.

I have a tailcoat, but I don't wear it.
The tailcoats time is gone.

You are local,
do you know a place with good food?

- Let's go to my place and have a dinner!
- Thank you but...

Oh please...
I beg you! Wait a moment.

I'm not local, I've been living here for
about a year, since the end of the war.

You the first real living person
that I met.

My villa is over there, less than a
kilometer away. 1100 steps.

I count my steps quite often.
That's my only entertainment.

We can go by boat,
it's just around the cape.

We have a little landing
and a little port.

You can't reject me.
Or else I'll jump to the water.

Do you know I can't swim.
Don't reject me.

Yeah, that's my villa.
Yes, this must be it.

- Don't you recognize it?
- It's the first time I see it from this side.

Yes, this is it.
This is my retreat.

I'm not the owner,
It's my wife's dowry.

In fact it's called Cleofe,
Just like my wife. Villa Cleofe.

- Do you like the name Cleofe?
- Not bad. - I hate it.

Domenico!

It's me, Domenico!

Open the port!

Matilde! Cleofe!

Ehila!

Please put on a tie and a jacket.
Cleofe is strict with that.

I'm going to warn her.

You never know, she's bizarre.

This is Domenico,
he will show you the way.

This is the way to the house.
The hosts are in the garden.

Thanks.

Mafei, what are you doing? Come on!
We are waiting for you with open arms!

Cleofe, this is mister Mafei.

My wife,
Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbeli.

This is my sister in law, Matilde
Scrozati, widow Berlusconi.

Good evening.

Good evening.

OK, I'm going to order the dinner.
Come with me, Matilde.

- And you have to be happy with what we have.
- Sure. Sorry for bothering you.

- What bother, come on.
We will eat outdoors. - No, indoors.

Exactly! Indoors is better.
It's cold outdoors.

- Martina, we are eating indoors.
- I heard that.

Did you ever try
a camel soup? What a soup!

Where did you eat it?

I was an officer in the Somali troops of
General Aimon Cat.

How did we built an empire?
With camels.

Did you go to the Abyssinian war?

That the only one real war
where I was.

But it was over in 1936, 10 years ago.
You told me you came here a year ago.

Yes the war kept me away from home
for 10 years.

10 years, a whole life.
That was a real Odyssea.

- If I tell you, you won't believe.
- And he'll do it right.

It's fairy tales by 90%.

It's a real mystery
what he was doing for 10 years.

What about my 3 woundings?

Who had to secure supplies
to Adis Abeba?

I would be a millionaire
if I didn't have scruples.

And who pretended to have amoebas
to escape the English?

And who drowned
with the English hospital boat?

Who translated for Germans
and Americans in Naples?

...not knowing a word
in German or English? Who?

What do you want, carry it away.

And he left me alone with Matilde.
What a man, what a husband!

Didn't your brother volunteer with me?

I didn't leave Matilde.

And I married you in a church,
not by mail!

He's a great man and I'm an asshole!

Don't make these idiotic accounts,
my brother didn't come back because he died.

He's missing!

- He died! - Whatever.
- It will be soon whatever to you!

OK, then sorry that I married you,
sorry that I came back, Cleofe!

Sorry I didn't die, Cleofe!

- Are you from Milano?
- No, I'm from Luino.

- And you came back from the war?
- No, from Switzerland.

I was a refugee from 1941 to 1945
to avoid the war.

- And what is your occupation?
- My parents left me something.

I'm just looking around,
thinking what to do.

You might finish like my husband.

He's 50 soon
and doesn't know what he wants.

As for your husband, he thinks
we can stay 10 years more whitout him?

Don't worry, he'll be back as soon as
he sees the mayonnaise.

Excuse me.

Pass me the mayonnaise please.

For example, tomorrow,
tell me what will you do?

I'll swim, sunbathe...
It depends on the weather, time of the day...

And also if the husband
of my friend goes to France.

Good for you.
How much might your boat cost?

I don't know. Maybe you think...

I thought about it a little bit.

You see,
you can do a lot of things on the boat.

Wherever the wind brings you...
Just you or a company.

Two beds,
maybe you can take a friend.

Sure, even two.
A friend with a girlfriend.

I can sleep on the deck or in a hotel.

Great! Great! Great!

Sorry, did you say something?

No, nothing.

Cleofe can't sleep.

She asks you to talk not so loud
and turn down the lights.

I won't! No, no, no!

I'll talk loudly
if I want to! I will scream!

She's right. Besides I have to get up early,
I'll go to the boat to sleep.

Are you crazy?
You will sleep in my house!

- Prepare the room.
- I will. - Great.

- What room should we prepare?
- The most important one!

You will sleep in the bishop's room!

Monsignor Berlusconi, a relative of my wife,
he was an apostolic nuncio.

Here he spent the summer vacations.

The wife's father
reserved this room for him.

This is the stand for the prayer,
glasses, rosary, everything.

- What's that?
- That's mine.

Those are my initials:
Temistocle Mario Orimbelli.

This ark followed me everywhere

All my life is in it.

And now I will present the bishop.

Died in 1928.

- Did he die in this bed?
- No, he died at the port.

- How? - Drowned. They recorded it
as an accident.

Some people say he drowned himself,
others say he was drowned.

By a young fisher.

I'll lend some of my pijamas.

- On how many pillows do you sleep?
- Just on one, thanks.

What does it mean, �married by mail�?

By proxy. He was in Africa.

But you were too young.
How old were you?

Sixteen. And he didn't come back.

Oh, unconsummated marriage.

- And what are you doing in this house?
- I don't have any other.

- Your pajamas. - Thanks.
- Oh no, I have to thank you.

I'll put it here. Do you need something else?
A glass of water?

- No, nothing. - Good night.
- Good night and thank you.

And those are your conveniences.
The light...

- When should I wake you?
- Don't worry. I'll wake up myself.

- I'll try not to be noisy.
Thank you. - That's OK.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I'm so envious of your beautiful boat!

Good night.

I'll turn off the lights.

I envy you so much!

- Good morning! - Good morning.
- Here I am! - What are you doing here?

Surprise, I'm going with you!

I was trying to tell you my wish...

...actually I need to get away
for a couple of days.

But you didn't say anything,
so I'm placing you before the fact.

But I have some private obligations!

Whatever, we can go together!

I'll turn away and you can finish
you private stuff.

I can be a stowaway, I can polish
the rails, raise the sails...

Look at this!

Produce of Cleofe, Carate Brianca,
Liver mortadella! Delicious!

- So what, can I stay?
- Well, you put the knife at my throat.

Thanks, captain!

- Did you get permission from your wife?
- It's alright.

- Captain, what should I do?
- Nothing, sit down over there.

Yes, sir!
Raise the sails, lift the anchor!

What a beauty! A bit cold.
But good for the energy!

From hell right to the paradise!

If it's so bad what did you
come back to your wife?

I am the slave of my consistency.

Dear Mafei, don't you ever marry
just because of interest.

Only if you are a Blue Beard,
only they can do it.

For the rest of us it's a lifelong slavery.

I will probably sleep over at my friend.

- What will you do? - If you don't take me
I'll stay here. - That's better.

It's better if you sleep here,
so you can guard the boat.

Have a good time, I will guard.
And sleep a little bit.

- Do you have something to eat?
- No, I won't eat, I never eat alone.

There she is.
Precise like a Swiss watch.

- Charlotte!
- Marco, my love!

What an embrace!

Where did I leave it? Oh my God!
Did you see a small black phonebook?

- No.
- Ah, here it is.

She has a girl mate, I have to find someone
so that will be four of us.

- So I thought, maybe, Argentieri...
- What Argentieri, I am here!

- But didn't you tell me you're tired?
- I am, my feet don't hold me!

But if I have to help my friend,
I can do it...

Do you have Eau de Cologne?

- Did you bring the wine?
- Yes, ma'am.

We came just at the right time!

- Can you be a cook help?
- I can!

Stir gently... Excuse me.
It's not the classic abyssinian couscous.

- Instead of antilope we have a rabbit.
- Not the same.

The whole ritual goes wrong!
Sorry, my dear.

In Abyssinia...
Please turn down the flame..

..they eat right before "tukul".
That's fine.

And the Abyssinians pour the semola,
shaking their tits...

...that are the classic plateau tits.

- Aren't mine better?
- Yours are rather alpine melons.

Oh, what a slap!

What a cad! Who is he?
Where did you find him?!

- What has he done? - Put his hand in!
- Oh no! - Yes, he did!

- Wow, I'm hungry!
- Me too!

This is an aphrodisiac food!
You'll get wood!

Look at me...
Close your eyes...

Little massage...
Open your eyes...

Close your eyes...
Open your eyes...

- What was it? - It's not me,
there's no one there...

- How did you do it?
- Suggestive hypnosis...

Again, close your eyes...
A little massage...

Ah, it's you!

- What an idiot! Pig!
- Typical Swiss haughtiness!

- Now what happened?
- Nothing, just a misunderstanding.

- Au revoir. - Au revoir.
- I have to go. - I'll accompany you.

The girl has no taste for fun.

But she's sweet. But again,
just because of a little innocent touch...

Before you go to bed, screw down the
bindings like I showed you.

Understood, captain!
Pass my excuses to Germaine.

- Where are you going?
- I'm thirsty.

- What are you doing here? - Making coffee.
If I don't have a coffee in the morning...

I just wanted to know
how you came in. I put the lock on.

One of the windows was open.

How weak we are...
A little coffee?

The rest was a kids game.

And if she scratched your eyes out?

Crazy woman.

Luckily she was in the bathroom

...I got naked
and waited with a powerful erection.

When she came back
I put her before the fact. Sugar?

- Am I driving well?
- Yes. Hold the course to Belgirate.

- We are going to sunbathe.
- Oh Madonna... - Come here, Charlotte.

Mafei, hold the wheel please,
I nearly lost the compass.

Unbelievable!
That's the real life!

Drin!

That's the real delight!

- Mafei! - Yes? - Do I have to say it?
Viva La Tinca!

Excuse me for watching your girl.
You can watch mine.

Sure, we are quits!
Draw, one one!

Mafei, you know, at some moments

...the fish makes me cry,
I'm so moved.

I also was a child.
And the tits, eh...

And the asses make me laugh!

But not only that...

I haven't eaten
so much for almost a year!

- You must be on diet!
- Underfed, you mean.

You don't know my wife. Ask Mafei,
what kind of person she is.

Ugly, jealous, thinking
that every woman falls to my feet.

She prohibited one of the maids
to make my bed.

Martina, Domenico's daughter.

Do you think it's possible that
I would use Martina?

No, it's not possible, it's guaranteed
now that I know you.

Is your wife jealous towards
your sister in law?

- Is there a sister in law?
- A phenomenal piece of a sister.

Matilde is like a daughter to me.

You can't joke with that,
you don't know me well enough.

Of course I've done many things
in my life.

When I think about love,
and I was an object of that...

...I acknowledge I couldn't live without
all that plankton around me.

I could live without sexual relations
but not without love.

- You caught it, eh'?
- Eh, La Lady!

Look, Germaine!

Lady... Madonna, what a beauty!
The best boat on the lake!

That's a storm!
When does your train leave?

- At 5! If I miss it, he will not marry me!
- So, you should be late!

- I feel bad! - Go inside!
- Let me go out!

Stay inside!
You want to end your days in the lake!

The bells are not loud enough,
no one hears us!

- Let me do it! Help me to bind the sails!
- I'm scared!

We should go to your landing
and wait till the storm is over!

- You are crazy!
- I'll be crazy if I don't do it!

Just try! I'll throw in
the water you and those two sluts!

- Go take the wheel or we will turn over!
- I'm scared!

- GO! - Oh, my God, Lord...
- Go inside, idiot!

- Help! - GO!
- I'm going!

What am I doing...

Help!

- What are you doing! Stop it!
- I can't stand it anymore!

- Cut the waves!
- What waves?

- Bend over!
- I feel bad!

- Bend over!
- I wanna die!

- He can't stand it! Shoot!
- there...

- Faster, before it leaves!
- There it is! go, go! - Bye!

- Hold it! Bye!
Watch the rails! - Yes!

- Bye!
- Bye, my gold fish!

See you later!
Bye, Germaine!

- One double bed room.
- For me one bed room. A sad one bed room.

Is there a specialist to fix my boat wheel?

- No, I can't recommend anyone.
- OK. I got it.

I'll rent a motorboat and go to Ranco,
or else we're stuck.

- Good. - I don't know when I come back,
so eat without me.

Orimbeli, go to the boat and make
a company for her.

You are a gentleman, I trust you.

- I was soldier, I know what is loyalty
and friendship. - Good.

Ohooy! Matilde!

To the bank,
We go to the landing.

Mrs Cleofe...
Mrs Matilde...

- Where is my husband?
- I left him in Streza, because...

So he went away with you.

- Didn't you know that? - How could I know,
you left without a word.

I almost called the police!

- OK, I'll return him tomorrow morning.
- No, you can have him.

But pay attention, he's dangerous
to others and himself.

Let's go, Matilde!

Hello, how are you?

- Till tomorrow.
- Matilde!

- Can I help you?
- No, thanks, you can go.

Charlotte!

- Hello...
- Psst.

Sleeping like a baby. You won't believe
what a scene he made last night.

He kneeled before me
saying he can't sleep alone...

...having nightmares.

- Ha, and who's saying that�
- I couldn't reject him. Are you upset?

Well, no... But wake him up,
I want to look in his face.

We are so weak...
I'll go to my room.

- No, I'll go to your room.
- Thank you.

And you stay here and
see your mean dreams.

- Don't you talk to me like that!
- C'mon, just shut up, OK?

We get up at 8.

I have to bring Charlotte home before 1 pm.
And you also.

- Me?
- You.

Whore.

Well, yeah...

Are you in hurry to bring me home? Tell me the
truth, you can't forgive me, you're afraid of me!

- Enough about that.
- Sure, others' women don't exist.

- But in my opinion, a woman is
not someone's property. - Shut up.

Actually it was the case of a lost thing,
'res nullius'.

- Sorry? - Lost thing.
I just took what you had left.

You ate from my plate and licked it.

- I can't look at it!
- Are you crazy?

- Vila Cleofe! It's in front of us!
- You almost destroyed my boat!

I'm sorry.
You see, now I'm looking.

With disgust, but still looking.

But there are some people over there!
What is that light?

- Puricellis!
- Who?

"Mario Puriceli Canape e affini"
My wife's relatives...

...what a bunch of morons.

Wow, Puricelli's daughters
have grown up in those 6 months.

- C'mon dad, let us go!
- I said no! Enough!

- Tell him! - Just one round!
- Kids, when Papa says no, that means no.

- No!
- Listen what he says!

Olivo, you're robbing your daughters
of a spiritual enrichment.

Sailing on the quiet waters,
diving into the nature.

- A human is prone to forget all that...
- And the family also.

I've never felt so close to God
as in these 2 days.

- Am I right, Mafei?
- Why not, and close to Madonna too.

I will not let my girls
go with 2 men on the boat!

- Thanks for the trust.
You can see us from the land! - Oh, dad!

- Ok, go but hurry up!
- C'mon, quick, quick, one two!

Have you seen how Corina has grown up?
That's because of fish oil.

- What a change!
- What? - You're not wearing black.

I received my husband's
death certificate today.

- He's officially dead. - And you are officially
a widow, so you can wear lighter colors.

Maybe you don't know,
but a proxy marriage like mine...

...after 6 months of being...

...unconsummated.
- Is invalid.

Besides, I wasn't a wife,
and I'm not a widow.

I'm nothing and none.

Now, kids, I'll show you how
you tell the wind direction.

Put your finger in the mouth, like this.
And hold in the air... do it.

- Now you feel cold.
- You have to wet it very well.

You have to put the finger
in the mouth like that.

- You two, go to Mamma!
You bastard, what a pig! - Oh c'mon...

- He put Corina's finger in the mouth!
- I didn't do anything.

And licked Christina's finger!

I showed them the marine system,
how to tell where the wind blows!

- You showed them a pervert system!
- How dare you!

With you I dare!
Old rubbish! Pervert!

You've never done anything good!
Why do you live? Kill yourself!

Kill yourself! Pig, pervert!

You should be executed
for what you've done!

Fucking Lago Maggiore!
Monsters from Dusseldorf!

Sexual maniacs...

Let's go, girls. Cleofe, I'm so
sorry for what happened.

- I'm so desperate. Bye, Albina-,
- Bye, auntie.

That man is my cross.
He will end very bad!

Everyone has their cross.

What Puricelli told you
is not even half of my grief.

When my daughter got pregnant
she wasn't even 18.

Day after she washed dishes!

What are you telling him?
Lies! Slander!

Shut up, you pervert! That's not
the way to do things, dirty scumbag.

- I'll show you!
- Would I do it to your daughter?

Puricellis are so right! I'd love to cut off
your balls just like that, pervert!

- Dinner is ready.
- I don't know, should I stay?

Oh please.

If Mr Mafei doesn't mind...

...I would come onboard next time too.

Sure, why not? Tomorrow morning.

- Are you crazy?
- No, I'm not I want to go back to life.

What should I do?
Get old in this house?

Mr Mafei can't do it,
he promised it to other people...

...he can't even take me.

True, but I can reschedule that.

Good, then tomorrow morning.
What time are we leaving?

Whatever time you like.
As early as possible.

What a day, I'm speechless!

First he's so shameless
with my nieces...

Yes, I'm talking about you,
don't pretend you don't understand!

And then she comes up
with this great idea!

She wants to come back to life.
Didn't I save you in my house?

That's how you thank me!

Anyways, everyone is free
to do whatever he wants! Right!

I'm not criticizing you, but I don't
want to take responsibility!

I want to give you an advice.

I don't know what's on your mind
but watch what you're doing.

You have nothing.
You didn't miss anything in this house.

You were like a daughter to me,
but I have no responsibilities for you...

...especially now that
poor Angelo's death is confirmed.

I'm talking about legal responsibilities...

...but if you do it your way,
the moral and emotional ones go away too.

You're wrong if you think you're
safe because of your small services.

Think well, girl,
I'll be OK without you...

...but you can't survive without me!

Stop that noise!

Sorry, it's about
a very important matter.

Can I hope for your discretion?

It matters for you too.

I have to tell you a secret.

I can't see how this secret
relates to me.

- But if you want to tell me, go ahead.
- I trust you.

My brother-in-law Berlusconi,
Matilde's husband didn't die, he's alive!

- Do you understand?
- So where is he? - In Abyssinia.

He became an Ethiopian citizen,
he has their passport.

Now he is Ras Negete,
he is very rich!

- Does that mean he can come back any time?
- No way, he won't.

He'll never come back.
And you know why?

He is a �spadone�.
Do you know what it means?

You've never been to the African war.

When he was a POW, they cut off his balls.

He has the dick but nothing below it.
He can't get it up.

Last time I saw him in 1941...

...he told me he wants to disappear.

"So that everyone would think I'm dead",
that's what he said.

- Does Matilde know that?
- Oh no, God forbid!

I and Cleofe swore that we will
respect his wish.

And why would we tell her?
Matilde never loved him.

That was a marriage of convenience,
without any feelings.

Love came later, much later...

Love between me and her.

And here's what I want to tell you...

...I love Matilde and she loves me.

It's a real tragedy, I love this woman,
I'm mad about her.

And she loves me.
For the first time in her life.

But my wife never lets us alone!

Since I came back we talked
just a couple of times.

Touching legs under the table,
touching hands...

The vixen watches us!
We only kissed a few times!

And if you're planning something
with her on the boat...

...you do a big mistake!
Now you know!

So this is the case of strong sentiments,
of sensual relations...

...it will be a tragedy
if you treat on them!

If that's true then
you two are great comedians!

It comes with the time, this is
a self-defense of slaves...

- Did I do it wrong telling you everything?
- No, you did the right thing.

It's better to know beforehand...

Now, go! Go, go, my dear!
Just let me sleep!

- Are you hurt?
- No, I'm not...

- Are we going in the morning?
- Yes, we are...

- That's the only hope for me and Matilde!
- Yes, we are!

Yes, we are going...

Do you want a little cognac?

I'll add volume.

Too much sun?

Do you want a hat?

I'll give you mine.

Here. Watch.

Here is Baveno.

Palanza...

...And that is Switzerland.

- Mafei, the sack. - Thanks.
- Will you be away for a long time?

Well, I can come back before the night comes,
but if you want one night for you...

- Better two.
- OK, two nights.

Don't be offended, but is your girlfriend
like those two Swiss girls?

Someone like Matilde perhaps?

Well, I suppose.

Caution, it's slippery!

- Where are your friends?
- Here, here! Saddle up!

- Orimbelli!
- Hey, on the ship!

Welcome.
Sorry, I had a little repose.

- This is Landina.
- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- And this is my Matilde.
- Hello. - Hello.

- Welcome back.
- Hello.

-
- Let's go swim!

- Are you going to bathe?
- No, she doesn't have bathing suit.

Yes, I do. I have two.

You too, go bathe.

I have to tell you something.
It's not a gentleman's thing.

But you arranged this meeting for me.

A bomb exploded last night...

...and I flew up right
to the paradise.

Could you put on something
more modest?

- What do you think of this one?
- It's nice.

- Mafei. - What's up?
- Come over, I'll tell you something.

- Today is September 14th, right?
- Right.

- What's the time?
- 4:10, why?

It's a solemn moment.

Today, September 14th 1946, 4:10 pm

...the life of Mario Orimbelli
has changed forever.

What are they doing?
I'm already sea-sick.

- Must be making love.
- I wouldn't mind too!

Well, then come over.
C'mon, honey.

I'd like to know
what you're thinking about me.

Well, I think,
you're going your own way.

But whereto, I have no idea.

Probably you'll do it hiding
your eyes and without scruples.

- Maybe you're right, but the fault is yours,
yours above all. - Mine?

Why do you think I wanted to go with you?
I can't believe you didn't get it.

And you don't mind him making love to me.
Is that a conspiracy?

What are you talking about?
You two conspired, don't pretend!

- What?
- C'mon, are you playing with me?

Your brother in law told me everything
before we left..

You just wanted to get to bed together
so badly that you used me!

- Did he say you that?
- Sure, and that's exactly what you did!

There has been nothing
between us, never.

He always courted me
but I never answered.

When you went to your girlfriend
I felt betrayed!

I felt like a slave sold on the market!

- What market are you talking about?
- Oh� the one in Luino.

They sell American clothes
but just two times a month.

- Where is Landina?
- At the hairdresser.

- And why didn't you go too?
- I can handle my hair myself.

OK, go change the clothes for the night.

I want to have a real night in bed.
I just reserved a room in hotel Italia.

- What are you doing?
- Sleep on, I'm going out for a smoke.

- Marco, what are you doing? Come here!
- It's me, Landina, I'm coming!

Orimbelli, what are you doing?
What are you looking at?

I'm looking at Monti Zeda.
Doing triangulations.

Life just like the Earth
is measured with triangles.

Oh, sure
but the women are already gone.

Are you staying or going to the sanctuary?

Go ahead, I'll catch up.

Where is Orimbelli?

...17, 18, 19, 20,
21, 22, 23...

Orimbelli,
from here you can see Motarone!

In this grotto rests the saint pilgrim!

Attention! One, two, three!

No! For God's sake!
Why are you showing me dead people?

I don't want to see the dead!!!

Wine?

You too?

Aren't you eating this?

Give it to me.

Waiter, more bread!

- Is that your boat �Tinca� that's
bound to the landing? - That is his.

- What's going on?
- Who is lawyer Orimbelli?

- I am. Why?
- I have bad news.

- Your wife was found dead near Baveno.
- Dead?

Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbelli.
We were looking for you all around here.

I received a call from police in Intri.
Condolences.

- How did it happen? - Who are you?
- The husband! Now tell me!

- She was found drowned.
- Drowned?

- The judge will tell you more.
- Let's go, Matilde. Please, Mafei.

No, no , better go home.

- OK. - Bye.
- Bye!

Sorry for making you wait.

I am the Judge Macoleni
of the Court of Novari.

Marshal Gambino
and the secretary Canavale.

- Are you doctor Orimbelli?
- Temistocle Mario Orimbelli.

My sister in law Matilde Skrozati and
mister Mafei, the friend of the family.

I'm informed.
They were with you on the lake.

- Perhaps you know...
- I only know that my Cleofe is dead.

- In unclear circumstances.
- Well, explain it to me!

- That's what I'm here for.
- Where are...

The body is at the criminal experts.

Autopsy?

There are 3 possibilities:
accident, suicide and murder.

The firs one is not so probable,
so we have to choose between the other two.

- There has to be a motive for a murder.
- As well as for a suicide.

Please follow me.
We occupied your house for today.

- Please feel yourself at home.
- You spent a night in Palanza, right?

Yes, I was on my boat,
and mister and miss...

You were in
hotel Italia, rooms 16 and 18.

Exactly. We stayed there.

Right there was no car or
boat rented out over there.

- By foot it would be too far.
- 18 km.

- Doctor Orimbelli,
would you like to come in? - Sure.

Come here, marshal.

Don't worry, and
remember that the best defense...

...is the truth,
the cleanest truth.

Go, make a good strong coffee.

How were your relations
with the wife?

The servants have described them
for sure.

They described them
as not too good.

They didn't tell you the truth.
It was horrible!

I never hid it...

...I absolutely hated my wife!

Still I wouldn't drown her like a cat!

The gardener, Domenico Somaruga said
that you didn't have the keys for the house.

- Right.
- Why?

Poor Cleofe
didn't want me to leave at night.

But still that wasn't bad enough
to kill her.

We didn't find any signs of beatings.

But that Somaruga says...

...that the landing gates were open...

...and the keys were in the lock.

So, the murderer could enter
the house through the garden.

- Well if Somaruga says that...
- No, I'm saying that. - OK.

In his first report...

...the criminologist says
that the death of your wife...

...happened last night between
1.30 and 3.00.

Can you tell where
you were and what you were doing?

- Do you understand? Can you?
- Yes, I can.

So?

- It was me.
- You? - Yes.

I wanted to say I...

...adid it indirectly.

I don't understand.
Please be more clear.

Last month, 14th, I wrote a
letter to poor Cleofe.

I really believe...
No, I'm sure...

...that she read the letter
and then killed herself.

Yes, I think this was
the real motive...

The real motive.

Matilde...

...I want to know
something very important.

Do you think...
you know him better...

...do you think he could kill his wife?
- Why?

Last night I saw him
on a bicycle in Palanza.

- Are you sure?
- Not quite. But I have that impression.

It seemed...
like it was him.

And� I don't know...
should I tell it or not.

What are you talking about?
Mario can't do it...

No, no, no...

If you're not sure,
then don't say that, please.

Domenico, Lena, Martina,
now it's your turn.

Oh, how I want a cup
of good strong coffee.

Yes, there was an express letter,
I received it myself.

- At what time? - at 11.00.
And I brought right away to the Mrs.

- Did you stay while she was reading?
- No, I left right away.

Do you know about
the intimate relationship...

...between doctor Orimbelli
and Matilde?

- Yes.
- Are you absolutely sure?

You mean if I saw them together?
I heard them, the boat is pretty small.

Last night, did you see him
taking the hotel room physically?

Yes, we separated in the hall...

...and then he and Matilde
went to the room.

He reserved two rooms.
To save the reputation as he said.

To me in this situation
it was all the same

...reputation, rumours.
- I didn't care.

Did you hear? That is love.
Thank you, Matilde.

You reserved two rooms just for the sake
of reputation but used just one.

- Up to the certain time, yes.
- And that is?

I remember 1:15,
when the last bell rang.

And he was with me all time.

I waited till she fell asleep
and then went to my room.

I asked the porter to wake us.
You can check that.

He woke me at 8.00,
and brought the breakfast.

- Check it, if you want.
- I can't make a check from 1:15 to 8:00.

Miss, did you know your brother in law
wrote a letter to his wife?

- What letter?
- He told her about your relations.

Oh, please, our love!

He wrote he wants to leave her
and stay with you.

- Did you write it to Cleofe?
- I did.

Why do you think I would agree?
Why would I live with you?

I wrote it just because I wasn't sure...

...and I wanted to make it
a deal done!

And now I have to defend myself
and show everything...

...what a disgrace!

You have to marry me,
you are mine forever!

My dearest, I love you so much,
I want to marry you...

Your Honour, may I present you
officially my fiancee.

Congratulations.
But where is that letter?

I sent it, it came through, it must be there.
My wife kept even tram tickets.

- See you in the morning.
- In the morning?

What are you doing here?

What are YOU doing?
Where are you going at this time?

I'm hungry,
I just went to find something.

Well, I'm reflecting,
investigating myself.

Do you know I feel no pain at all?

She's dead and I can't feel any pain.
How can it be?

Mafei...
what do you think of me?

Mamma mia, what a mess.
Now I have to clean it up.

Those carabinieri
seemed to be good boys...

- Did you find the letter?
- No.

Search and find it!
That's what you're paid for!

Those are the landing gate keys.
They were found on the boat.

Who do you need to find it? Me?!
Sorry, Sir.

Here's the autopsy report.

No signs of violence but a lot
of water in the lungs.

- Before she fell down to the water
she was alive. - See? Suicide!

That doesn't exclude a murder.

She could be made unconscious
and then put to the water.

Suicide!
Her uncle, the bishop, did the same!

- There's a damnation on this family!
- May I? - Yes please.

I remember a hidden place
that was used by Cleofe.

She had various papers in there.
May be we should have a look.

- On that chest.
- Let's have a look.

Here it is. This is it.

The stamp,
the place and the date are right.

Thank you.

- Temistocle! - Dear Brighenti, how are you?
- Good, my friend!

Mafei, let me introduce
my best friend Brighenti...

...my former comrade,
Bronze medal!

The last friends,
witnesses of our happiness.

- Should we go now?
- Yes, let's form a parade.

You, Mafei, lead my wife,
and you, Brighenti, go with me.

Ready, steady, go!
One, two, one, two! Pass!

It was November 14th.

While Orimbellis
left for their wedding trip

...I was sailing again on the lake.

For more than 3 months
I stayed away from villa Cleofe...

...despite Orimbelli's messages...

...where he begged me to visit him
and his wife.

Only when I said goodbye to Landina...

...moved by the desire to see Matilde,
I came to villa Cleofe.

Now listen to this!

After 3 days of desert marching...

We found a well, if you remember?

We rushed to drink,
but the general gave the command:

...everyone stand still,
first camels, then the men!

We all stood still except for this one...

...who was running to the well.

And the general screams:

...captain Orimbelli, from now on
you are considered a camel!

- Camel!
- You're a devil.

- Next time we meet in Vareze.
- Certainly!

- We should come together more often!
Come over again! -Bye!

Come back other time!
See you!

- I nearly threw up because of that flan.
- I'm sorry.

And the rest of the dinner wasn't better.
Only the cigarettes were good.

- I told I'm sorry!
- You don't care!

And also...

You laugh so much when they
tell jokes about your husband.

Enough! Enough!

I TOLD DOMENICO
TO SAW OFF THAT DAMNED BRANCH!

Now I'll do it myself!

I'm so glad you came back,
I was waiting for you.

You asked me if I believe he could kill.

I said no, but I was wrong.
Now I'm telling you - yes.

After 3 months with him
I think he's capable of anything.

I'm scared.
Do something, help me, save me.

- What can I do?
- Tell them you saw him on the bicycle.

- I don't know, I'm not sure.
- I am sure.

OK, but can I do it?

I beg you...

It was too high.
I cut myself.

Matilde, bring me alcohol and cotton!

It's good you came back,
I was waiting for you.

Did you see? It's all over.
Love... All gone.

Three months
and we burned everything.

- Someone rings the bell. - Sorry?
- I think I heard...

Must be the wind.
Who would come at this time?

Sometimes I ask myself:
Who's to blame?

Partly Matilde.
But also me.

I always lived by love, I dunno...

...Now nothing comes from me
and nothing comes in.

My dear Mafei, that's a disaster.

Help me to find myself!

Let's go two of us
on Tinca like in the old times.

Come in!

- Here is the poor engineer
Berlusconi. - WHAT?

Thanks, Domenico.

- Angelo!
- Yes, Matilde, it's me!

- Why did you come back?
- Because of this.

- Did you know he was alive?
- Pst.

In Adis Abeba they don't like the
Italian press but something comes through.

So I noticed this obituary...

...Cleofe Berlusconi married Orimbelli
tragically went away.

What does it mean?

That means she is dead!
I've been wearing this for three months!

- How did she die?
- She drowned.

- Excuse me, who are you?
- A friend of Orimbelli family.

I understand, Orimbelli family.

You didn't lose the time, eh?
And you knew I'm alive!

Why didn't you tell me?

Because he wanted you
to think he's dead!

Let him tell you everything,
he has no shame!

Are you ashamed?
So what do you want from me?

You have no right for your wife,
not morally, and even less physically!

You can go back where you've been!

Here you have no rights,
my dear spadone!

I know, Cleofe wrote to me.

As the sole heir
I want my part of the inheritance!

OK, then take you money and get lost!

No, I'm here not just for the money,
I want to find out the truth about my sister's death!

- What is the official version?
An accident? - A suicide.

Out of jealousy. She jumped to the water when
she found out about our love.

Cleofe killed herself?
Who are you telling that bullshit?

The case is closed,
The court had no doubt!

It's over, my dear Angelo!

The case can be reopened
if there's a new evidence!

- Which one?
- I know which one.

- A cedar branch.
- Sounds like a hyena in Ethiopia.

But there is a hyena here too!

Don't worry, I know the way!

- Excuse me... - Oh, mister Mafei.
- Do you know my name? - Of course.

- I didn't tell you it.
- I saw it in the records I looked through

- What do you want?
- No, I was passing by...

Oh no, you've been here
for about an hour.

You are curious about the case,
if I've find out something, am I wrong?

I'm staying in the hotel
in order to do some checks.

My brother in law could come
and go without being seen.

But it would be better
if someone saw him.

I believe you have a hard evidence,
enough to reopen the case.

Yes, a letter was enough to close it.

- But another letter could do the opposite.
- What letter?

This one. Cleofe wrote it
to me on the day of her death.

She writes me about the husband's letter
and his perverted love to Matilde.

Then about their decision to live
together and then she goes on...

..."I can care less for my husband,
if I find or lose him,

...but something is false in his letter...

...I feel like something has to happen.

Angelo write me and give me an advice".
And a PS.

"In Gavirate I changed the corn sort.
We'll see how the crop will be.�

Does that sound like a letter of
a person who's going to die?

- Sorry, do you rent out bicycles?
- No, not any more.

- Did you rent them out?
- Yes once.

He left a false document�
and goodbye, bicycle.

OK. But a friend of mine told me
he rented a bicycle from here.

- From me? - Yes, a sturdy man
in his fifties in a white jacket.

- Exactly from me? - Yes, I think...
- Aaa, yeah, I remember!

Four months ago.
But I sold it to him.

Pretty good deal! 500 lire
for a nearly new Maino.

- What are you waiting for, why don't you
tell them?! - It's hard to me.

Isn't that hard to you that
I live with him?

If I do it I do it for you.

- You do it not for me, but for us!
- OK.

What my brother in law is telling you
has no weight!

Besides he envies me, he has no balls.

They were cut off!
I demand an expertise!

- Eunuchs can't be witnesses!
- Calm down!

I'm calm, I'm very calm!
Don't you see? I'm smiling.

I'm smiling because I have to be trialed
because of some lousy letter.

There's not a single evidence
against me! Go on.

Sure.
Marshal, let him in.

Mister Combi.
Do you recognize the person...

...whom you sold your bicycle
on September 14th?

This one!

What bicycle?
What bicycle?!

The one you used to ride 18 km
from Palanza to this place in just one hour.

And where is it?

We will search the lake in Palanza.
I'm sure we will find it.

And you believe him?!
Look at me, you must be wrong!

- Oh no, I remember you!
- Yes, Mario.

Marco also saw riding the bicycle.

Yes, sorry, but I saw you,
Orimbelli. Now I'm sure.

- Now what will you say?
- This is a plot...

You know I'm innocent!

Now I arrest you.
Marshal!

Take away the handcuffs!
I am an officer!

I will complain to general Aimon Cat,
and he will show you who I am!

OK, no handcuffs.
Let's go.

I have to change the clothes
and pack my stuff.

Watch out,
he has a chest a lot of weapons.

This whore wants to get everything
and run away with this traitor!

You were like a child to me!

If I go to jail I won't get a penny,
everything will go to Berlusconi!

And you, whore, will get a dick!
Yeah, that's what you'll get!

Let's go, I want to see that chest.

Winchester,
Machine gun...

...officer's saber, complete
colonial uniform, two bayonets.

What is this?

The sceptre of Ras Magete,
a war trophy.

My bowl hat.
London, 1920's.

All my savings,
Almost a million.

Fanny!

Ivona!

Giovana!

- Maria...
- Enough, give it to me.

Sali, Somalija, 13 years.

A Danish girl.

An Ethiopian.

Love letters.

Memories of war.

Priceless memories of my life,
and what a life...

- A sad life.
- You said that.

OK, you have 10 minutes to get ready.

Marshal, take these weapons.
And you wait out there.

This handwritten will is more
than sufficient.

Before I leave I will talk to the lawyers,
everything will be fine.

Thanks, but... also the estate and
the house in Milano. Too much.

You deserved it.
I owe you. And I did wrong things too.

- Bye, Matilde.
- Thank you, Angelo.

- Your Honour! - What's up?
- He has locked himself up.

Let's have a look.

Open the door, Orimbelli!

Open the Door! Orimbelli!

A hanging "alla conde".

- When is the funeral?
- There will be no funeral.

Tomorrow morning they will take him
to the family crypt in Milano.

I'm so tired,
I'm going to bed.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Good morning.

What's up?
Why do you look at me like that?

Nothing.

Tell Domenico to carry over
your belongings from the boat.

No, Matilde, I'm leaving.

- Where to?
- Away from here. Don't know where.

Addio, Matilde.