All language subtitles for Private aka Do It. (Fallo.) (2003) IT BRD 1080p

PRIVATE

It's up early...

You know he never sleeps...

Oh well, I am still tired.

Come on, Cinzia, don't do that...

Touch me if you want.

I told you to touch me
not to fuck me.

God, Cinzia, it's paradise...

Stop it, Gianni, I feel ashamed
when you look at me like that.

When I stare, huh?

What about the doctor then?

What does the doctor
have to do with it?

A lot, trust me.

Come on, you little whore, tell me
about that time at the gynecologist...

Oh, Gianni, you are obsessed.

Oh, come on, if you really have to,
you can look.

Wait, I have a better idea.

No, not the electric tooth brush...

All right baby, spread your legs...

Ah, ah...

Ah, it tickles...

You like it, huh, little piggy...

Yes, a little bit...

If you don't like it,
I can stop...

No, no.

Tell me about Doctor Marin then...

Oh, no, Gianni, please...

Okay, as you wish...

Oh, come on, if you insist.

Come on, little whore, tell me.

I was wearing silk stockings,
and garters...

and those lace panties
that you like so much...

And your panties?

- Do I need to take them off?
- Well, I would say so...

Stocking and garters, too?

No, you can keep those on.

Please, take your place...

Like this, Dr. Marin?

Lay down please,
the legs propped up in the braces...

- Does it hurt?
- A little bit...

We need to lubricate it a bit...

There.

Now you can relax,
let yourself go...

Does it still hurt?

No, no... not at all.

Mmm. And then what?
He fucked you, eh?

Say it, say that he
stuck it inside you.

Oh yes. Yes.

We came together.

- How? Tell me.
- Oh. Oh.

Continue, I want details.

Come on.
How did he fuck you?

Off the edge...

The table, he was standing
in front of me.

- Ah.
- Like that?

Ahhh.
No, no, like this.

I was on top,
he was on the bottom...

Oh, come on, give it all to me,

my pussy is hot.
Ohh.

- You like it, you little bitch, huh?
- Ohhh.

What you need is one up front
and one in the back, right?

Oh, yes. One in front
and one in the back.

Oh, mama.
One in front and one in the back.

Maybe with a Moroccan guy...

Oh, yes, a Moroccan guy
in the ass... Oh.

Yes, say it, you little whore.
Say it that you would like it.

- Say it.
- Oh yes.

A Moroccan guy up my ass.

Oh, mama, a Moroccan guy
up my ass. Oh... Oh.

Room 113.

Breakfast for two...
yes, thank you.

- Who's there?
- Who would you like? The Moroccan?

Stupid...

I'm cold, cover me a bit...

May I come in?

Thank you.
What is your name?

- Ali, I speak your language, sir.
- Great, Ali.

And thank you
from my wife as well.

You are welcome, sir.
Enjoy.

Wake up, lazy bones.
Breakfast is ready.

- Rather nice, that Moroccan guy.
- Who, Ali?

Oh, wow.

How do you know his name?
Weren't you asleep?

Uh, who me?

Well, yes, I don't know...

I was just saying.

Everybody is called Ali
around here, or Babà...

I wouldn't mind watching
while he fucks you...

Me?
Are you nuts?

Come on, Cinzia.
Take off your bridal veil.

It was obvious that you liked him...

after all he is nice, sweet,

and I'm sure he's got a big cock.

Let's not get vulgar, Gianni.

Sorry, but the idea turns me on...

Take a look...

You are such a pig...

- And you, huh?
- What?

When you are having sex,

anything goes.

- Sex is truth...
- Stupid.

My love, we are here in Morocco
to celebrate our seventh anniversary...

It's known to be
the most difficult year.

Let's start it the right way.

By having someone else
screw me?

We are 1,200 miles
from home.

Nobody will know.

Besides, nowadays it's
completely normal, everybody does it.

- Like the Zanins...
- They do what?

- They swap partners...
- The Zanins?

- The Zanins who run the restaurant?
- The very same.

No, I don't believe it. I always
see them in church every Sunday.

That's where they get their contacts.

You shut up, you.

You liked showing your ass

to the Moroccan guy
when he came in, huh?

Me? You are delusional.
I was snoozing.

Of course, of course,
and while turning over,

you managed to throw off
the bed sheets.

By accident...

I got it, to do it,
you need an alibi...

Look, the Moroccan
guy's name is Ali,

not Alibi...

Let it all happen casually...

Oh, I don't know...

Doing it with him
would be like doing it

with one of your immigrant workers
at our factory.

Forget the factory, Cinzia,

forget our house,
forget our country,

forget everything.

We're in Casablanca,
let's just be ourselves as we are.

You're not going to make me
look like a slut, are you?

Don't worry, my love,

everything will look natural,
spontaneous and simple.

All you will need to do
is let yourself go.

Oh, if that's what you really want.

- Ah, good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

What can I offer you?

Something to quench my thirst.

A Gin Fizz maybe...

- Very hot weather, huh?
- Yeah...

it's already winter back home.

- Your lady?
- She's up in the room.

A bit bored I'd say...

How's that possible?
With this beach, this ocean?

My dear Ali, women need
to be understood.

Sometimes a vacation is not enough,
they look for something more,

something that will
make them feel...

special, desired.

A gift, maybe?

Exactly, a gift.

Cinzia and I came here to celebrate
our seventh anniversary.

- I thought that would be enough.
- And?

And nothing. The seventh year
is the most difficult one.

The year where the couple
usually faces a crisis.

The surprise should be
something special, rather unique.

If I can be of any help...

You can be very helpful, actually.
You are the surprise.

What did you say, sir?

Come on, don't you understand?

I'm offering you
a night of love with my wife...

And, the misses... knows?

My dear Ali, I told you.
Women need to be understood.

When they say no, it means yes.

I understand that Cinzia
wouldn't mind a spicy encounter.

Well, it would certainly
be rather spicy.

But let's be clear:

my wife is not a whore.

Everything will need to appear
spontaneous and natural.

Absolutely.
You can count on me.

I'm on the night shift
until two in the morning.

Around that time, I'll order
a bottle of champagne.

That will be your signal.

I'll be ready, sir.

Great then, how much do I owe you?

Gin Fizz is free,

and the Champagne, you decide.

And another soldier goes down.

Hurray to our relationship.

I'll order another one.

The bar, please.

A bottle of Champagne
to room 113.

You like to watch,
don't you, piggy?

Here then, look.

Paradise.

Let me see how you
touch yourself, my love.

Here's your alibi, my love.

Don't worry, and happy anniversary.

Up and around, on your knees...

A hundred of these days, my love.

Oh, only a hundred my love?

More, Gianni, more, many more...

One in front and one in the back.

Uh, mama.

Oh. The Moroccan in the ass, oh.

ALTERNATE MOUNTING

40-love.

- It doesn't count.
- Why not?

- Unfair play.
- What did I do?

Your unconventional outfit.

It's the regulation outfit.

Worn by you,
it's murderous handicap.

It distracts the opponent.

Truly sorry, but I can't help you.
Two-zero.

I'd only play doubles with you.

Is that a compliment to my game?

It's a compliment to your ass.

In doubles,
I'd be seeing it constantly.

Yeah, that way
we'll never win a game.

At least I would always
have a hard on.

Stupid.
Talking about couples,

how come Erika didn't come?

The misses woke up
with a little tummy trouble.

She went off to see
her gynecologist.

Your husband?

You know Luigi,
being late is his nature.

It's mine.

Hello.

Oh Luigi, what a pain.

We agreed, didn't we?

Yes, yes, understood,
the new TV show.

You're having a meeting
with who?

Bruno?
You mean Erika's husband?

Who is it?

Your husband?

Yes, sure.

If you really have to stay,
don't worry.

I can always ask his wife
to give me a ride back.

Of course, my love.
I'm playing tennis with her.

Okay, see you later
tonight at home. Bye.

Problems?

Because my husband
is screwing one of his bitches?

No, no problem.

She's playing tennis with you.

I hope she's not
beating me as usual.

Or rather...

let's hope that your husband
is not banging her.

That kind of game
is on the competition channels.

The good thing is that I don't need
to go get her.

She said that you'll
give her a ride back.

Impossible, I told Bruno I was going
to go to the gynecologist.

Well then, please...

make yourself comfortable, ma'am.

I'll see you right away.

They're wet.

You definitely have
some kind of problem.

- Shall we check?
- Stop there.

You still haven't told me
if I'm going to host the new show.

- You'll know when it's time.
- Exactly... now.

Bruno is the director.
We need to hear his opinion.

Who decides, the CEO of a network,
or the director?

If you say
it's the director's decision,

I will go back and be
the nice little wife.

The director's opinion is worth crap.
I am the one who decides, and that's it.

But first, we have to do an audition.

I've had it, I don't feel
like playing anymore.

I don't either.

Not playing tennis, anyway.

Certainly, not tennis.

Apparently you and my husband are now
discussing the new show.

Good to know.

If I'm in a meeting with him,

I certainly can't seduce his wife.

Come on, let's go change.

Let's see what you can do.

Turn around and go
towards the window...

Come back here.

On your knees.

Pull out the microphone.

So?
Am I good?

I'd say you are a pretty good
show girl.

You do this with every girl?

Everyone.

Do you know how many girls

are ready to get your spot?

Come on, work it.

Come on, sweetie,

talk to it.

Now it's my turn.

Next season,
I want a prime time show.

You know that's Luigi's decision.

Don't tell me that you don't
know how to influence your husband.

Yes, Bruno, you'll go prime time.
But now please, I beg you,

make me come.

I beg you, make me come.
Ahh...

Where are you, sweetheart?

Here, in the kitchen.

Gee, what a surprise.

- Spaghetti?
- Yes, Puttanesca style.

Sorry I didn't have the time
to go shopping.

No problem, darling.

What did the doctor say?

Huh? The doctor?

- Yes, the gynecologist.
- Ah, the gynecologist...

No, nothing to worry about.

He prescribed some pills
and told me to go back next week.

Glad to hear it.

You know, I spent the day
playing tennis with Stefania.

Darling housewives.

The husbands at work
while they're having fun.

So, what are we celebrating?

Your promotion as a host.

Don't tell me.

That means that I'm not
just an assistant anymore?

My love, I was ready to give up.

- But how did you find out?
- How did I find out?

Well, I was there too,

at the meeting
for the new show.

Oh, Bruno.

It's fantastic.

Fantastic but not unexpected.

You worked really hard to get there,

and you deserve it.

You know what?

You're absolutely right.

I really deserve it.

How did the game go with Erika?

Erika?
Ah, the game...

Well, she's not all that great
with the tennis racket.

She's great
with microphones though.

I think she'd be good
for our new morning talk show.

- What do you think?
- Why not.

After all, they're all
pretty much the same.

Her husband on the other hand,

he's pretty good.

Don't you think he should be
a prime time director?

Plus he's a friend,
and that never hurts.

I trust Bruno wholeheartedly.

TWO HEARTS AND A HUT

Those are the Sella Mountains.

There's the Sasslung.

And over here, the Val Badia.

It's really a beautiful panorama.

Wunderbar.

Schwein.

You.
You have name...

Katarina, ma'am.

Good, Katarina, we take room.

Now though,
you pull off my boots.

Of course, ma'am.

Good, good Katarina...

- Otto.
- Ja vohl.

Tightwad.

I am Frau Bertha,

when I call, you come.

I want only you.
Understood?

Certainly, Frau Bertha,
I will be at reception.

- Wunderbar...
- Schwein.

Yuck. Ciro, it stinks like onions.

It's on the menu...
Onion soup.

Yuck.

But you know what we do now,
my love?

We will perfume them.

Hey, where are your panties?

What are you doing
going around with no panties?

Yes, I don't have them.
It's a new style.

- They don't use them anymore.
- Ah... they don't use them anymore?

- No, no.
- And who says that?

Frau Bertha.

She's a new client.

I saw she wasn't wearing any panties
when I took off her booties.

Actually, to tell the truth,

she showed it to me

and tipped me 300 euros.

Oh my...

300 euros?

Yep, I swear.

Are you joking?

It's true, Ciro.

All right then...

I believe you, my love,
I believe you.

But you don't like it, huh?

Actually, I must say that I like it.

I like it.
I really like it.

Ah. Heavenly scent.

Balm of pussy essence.

If only we had
other clients like her.

Yeah, no kidding, my love.

In a couple of years,

we could have
a little hotel ourselves,

Myself in the kitchen

and you in the rooms, my love...

Come in.

Did you call me, ma'am?

Yeah.

You prepare bathtub for me.

Certainly, ma'am, right away.

And quick, understood?

Wunderbar.

Good, Katarina,

now you wash my body.

Wunderbar.

And then she tipped me
another 500 euros...

Another 500 euros?

Oh man...

You screwed then?

Are you crazy?

Frau Bertha
wouldn't let him do me.

She treats him
like her dog.

And what if she lets him
off leash?

What do you say?

Do we want to have
our own hotel?

Yes or no?

You are right my love,
like the saying goes:

"If you want to get,

you gotta give."

The point is,
you should give yourself...

But maybe not too much, huh?

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Wunderbar.

Now, you lick.

Wunderbar.

Lick. Lick.

Wunderbar!

It hurt a little,

but I got tipped
1,000 euros from Frau Bertha.

1,000 euros?

Oh, my God.

And what did she gave
to the husband?

Tell me that I was good.

- Not really.
- Why Ciro?

After all, Mr. Otto

used the secondary entrance.

Okay, okay, you were great.

A few more sacrifices,

and we'll need to start thinking
of a name for our little hotel.

You have to make sure, though,

that the secondary door,

doesn't become a garage door.

- I think I have it.
- What?

- The name of the hotel.
- What is it?

- Two Hearts and a Hut.
- It's kind of stupid.

We need something
a little bit more original,

a more appropriate logo.

For example?

Well, for example...

Two Butt Cheeks...

Two Butt Cheeks and a Dick...

HAPPY BANGS

Cover up...

Cover up.

Will you cover up?

Oh, Hugo, what a pain.

You might as well come to the beach
completely naked.

Don't tell me that you don't like them
looking at me.

You're shameless.

Ah, I understand.

It's our daily arguing time.

It's always the right time with you.

Oh, stop it.
What's the matter with you, Hugo?

Nothing, let's just forget it.

No, I know you, once you begin,
you just never stop.

So spit it all out.

Malaga...

Ah, ah, Malaga?

We weren't even married then.

But we were already engaged.

- So what?
- What do you mean, so what?

You did it with all the clients
at the hotel.

That's not true,
only with the ones on my floor.

And the waiters.

Oh, come on,
you're being silly.

I was on vacation.
You weren't there.

If I had only been with one guy,

I'd have felt guilty
about you.

It would have been like
cheating on you.

But with a bunch of guys,

each one was just
a happy bang.

- I call it whoring.
- No, because whoring is done hiding.

I always told you the truth, Hugo.

That's not true, you didn't tell me
anything about Pablo.

Pablo... the animator?

I don't know, I wasn't in Malaga.

Oh, come on Hugo,
it was just a silly thing.

Anyway, if he was the animator,

it means that he was
neither a client, nor a waiter.

But you did him, huh?

That's not true, and you knew,
we already talked about it.

I want the details...

- Hm, masochist.
- You slut.

If you insist.

It was...

It was one of the last nights
of August.

The hotel Garden of Eden

organized a treasure hunt.

That's when I noticed Pablo,

and he noticed me.

Wait, Pablito.
Where are you running?

I know where the treasure is.

- Really?
- If you kiss me, I'll tell you.

No. The treasure first.

You're all wet.

Amidst the grass in this Garden of Eden,
there is a forbidden fruit,

sour by winter,
but sweet by summer.

But mine is just a tiny flower bed.

Yours is a luscious flower bed
where I would sleep,

a quenching fountain spring
where I would drink.

Is this the hotel Garden of Eden?

Yes and that's the forbidden fruit.

Good, Michele.

Sour by winter
and sweet by summer...

Come on, Maricia, let's take it
before the other ones will...

Yes, let's make them envious.

They stole our treasure.

No reward then.

No, no, little girl,

I have already found the treasure.

- But they took it.
- Oh, yeah?

This is the real forbidden fruit.

Sour by winter
and sweet by summer.

Did you swallow?

Oh, I don't know,

it was so many years ago.
It's possible.

- Slut.
- Masochist.

Why did you do it?

I told you.

I was in vacation,
you weren't there.

And besides, I wanted to get even
with that snotty Maricia.

She was letting everyone know
that she was doing Pablo.

It looks like you liked
my story though.

I'm going to take a dip,
are you coming?

Come on.

Oh Raffaella.
You drive me crazy.

What a good hubby,
getting turned on by my stories.

Come on, tell me another
happy bang.

Do you really believe everything
that I tell you?

Without a doubt. I know what kind
of piggy my little wife is.

Go on, tell me.

And what do I tell you,
you know everything.

Maybe something more recent.

After our marriage.

Are you going to get upset?

More upset than this?

About a year ago,

the day of the strike
at the station.

With Maricia and Fabio,
my colleagues at Euro Star,

we decided to go get a drink
at Giorgio's place.

He was our chief conductor.

Stop, Giorgio,
what do you want to do,

screw at every stop?

Don't argue, little piggy.

I am your chief conductor.

I need to check on my controller.

But the other ones are here.

Plus Fabio is my husband's friend.

So what?
I'm Maricia's husband's friend

but I don't tell him anything.

Come on, you little slut,

we're all in the same boat.

On the same train, you mean.

- Take your panties off.
- Here?

Yes, that way you won't have to do it
in front of everybody.

Who said I would even take them off
in the other room?

You'll need to do it, sooner or later.

Then, you take them off.

You dirty girl, you need to be punished
for wearing an inappropriate uniform.

- And then?
- And then that's it.

Finish the story.

Do you think I'm going to believe

that that was the end?

Then, we changed the subject.

We talked about the track

switching process.

Get your pistons going.

All aboard, we are off.

Change over.

Switch track maneuver under way.

Come on Giorgio, push the lever,
we are running late.

Locomotive now locking in,
my dear.

Local train coming on track two.

Even the Euro Star 961 is coming.

The 4:30 Express is coming late.

Hurray for the strike.

You can't fuck
if you're working.

Hello?

Hi sweetie, I'm free today. How about
getting together in the afternoon?

No, Giorgio, I can't today,
I'll call you back.

- What did he want?
- Nothing, a service communication.

Service, my ass.
It wasn't a fantasy with him.

That was a real affair.

It's not what you think.

Another happy bang, huh?

- That's whoring.
- No, Hugo.

Let me explain.
I did it for you.

I had to renew our repertoire
of stories.

Otherwise, what am I going
to tell you?

And plus, above all,
it's not all that bad.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.

Oh, yes my love.

Yes, Raffaella, tell me
you did it for me.

Yes my love, for you,
to make you happy.

I like you this way,
cheated on and happy.

Slut.

Bitch, whore.

Oh, Raffaella, promise to me
you'll do it again.

Swear to me that
you will always cheat on me.

Oh, my love. I swear I will cheat
on you whenever I want.

Oh, Raffaella you piggy,
thank you, sweetie, thank you.

You and your happy bangs.
Oh, my love.

EVIL TO HIM WHO THINKS EVIL

Like that, good.

Did you see the one that was
jacking off between the dunes?

Lift your arm,
show me your armpit.

Like that, good...

Put your hands on your boobs.

No, not like that,
like that show girl Ferrilli,

- when she's pretending to hide them.
- Like this?

Yes like that, good girl,

you are awesome.

I like you a lot.

That girl, when she realized
that he was masturbating for her,

she started doing it for him.
Come on, you do it too.

Place your feet on the headboard
and spread out.

Just like that.

Spread your legs a little more,
like that, good girl.

Is like this okay?

Yes, like that,
lift that little tummy there.

Like this?

Now shove two fingers
in your pussy, my love.

Oh, yes, good.

You are driving me crazy.

Good, spread it a bit more.

Do you remember the dick on that guy
who was buttering his wife's ass?

Like that, yes.

They both knew
they were being spied on.

He kept rubbing her butt cheeks
to show how he possessed them.

She was offering her ass not only
to his hand and the lotion,

but especially to all
those unseen eyes.

Take one of the fingers from your pussy
and put it in your mouth.

Yeah, go on, good.

You like it, huh?

Say it, come on.
Say that you like your juices.

How is it?
Sweet, salty?

How does it taste?

Or would you prefer
a nice ice cream, huh?

Maybe a nice strawberry one,

like that dick that the cute
shaved blondie was sucking.

Jeez, what a nice ass she had.

Turn around now, come on.
On your knees, come on.

No, not like that, on all fours,
doggie style, turn around...

Yeah, let your head drop...

Like this?

Yes, but put three pillows
under your belly.

Place them nice,
arch your back and get down.

Are you sure?

Of course I am sure,
get down please.

Like that, great,
lift the butt cheeks more,

a bit more, come on.

Shit, Anna, if we make a calendar
with these pictures,

we're going to beat
all those slutty show girls.

What a delight, it smells
like the stuffing in the tortellini.

What a marvel,
sweet like grandma's cake.

Oh, what a marvel,
spicy like aged parmesan.

Oh, my love, I can't resist.

Don't you dare try that.

Come on, give it to me,
I want it.

No.
I said no.

What do you want to do?
Rape me?

Or you want to split me apart?

Fuck, you always said that you wouldn't
mind trying it, sooner or later.

Yes, but it's neither sooner
nor later yet.

Why not?
We're on vacation at Cap d'Agde

and if we don't do it now,
when are we going to do it?

We'll do it when we're married,
all right?

Damn it, Anna,
this story is driving me crazy.

Oh, come on, Franco,
don't be like that.

Come on.

Come on.

Focus on fucking.

I ask you for Paradise
and you give me Purgatory.

Just be happy... no?

I don't understand you.

Why can't you take it up the ass?

It's even the best contraceptive.

Because it hurts,
yours it's too big.

Nobody would complain about that.

If you want,
you can stick a finger in.

Yeah, you little piggy,
I know you like it,

say it that you like it.

Oh yes, oh yes,
my love, I like it.

When we are married,

I'll give it to you
whenever you like.

Does it remind you of something?

Damn right it does.

The wedding gift
you promised me.

Don't forget it.

Very nice.

My compliments, seriously.

Lovely derriere.

Thanks to the model.

- She actually has some talent.
- Thank you.

What did he say?

Two of his friends
complimented you as well.

- I'm becoming famous.
- Yes, certainly.

I hope he doesn't hang me
ever here in the store.

Mais non, mais non.

Just a couple of people
passionate about the genre.

I keep them updated
regarding new stuff.

No problem at all.

What did they say exactly?

They asked me to give you this.

You know, they're English...

a little eccentric, if you will,

like most people are here anyway.

They asked me to invite you

to a party at their place tonight.

How much do I owe you?

Don't worry about that.

It's Mr. Noel's treat.

All right, then.

- Thank you.
- See you later.

I want you to look your best.

It's going to be a ball, I am sure.

I don't know what to wear.

Anything as long as it's provocative.

Panty hose or garter belt?

That's a pretty foolish question.

Garter belt, you said?

Why do you even bother?

What are you doing?
We need to get ready.

You know I can't resist your ass.

Oh, come on, Franco,
we are going to be late.

It's just going to be a second.

Oh, I told you no, how many times
do I have to tell you?

Shit, Anna, I'm dying for it.

I don't want to...
not now, at least.

Hurry, they're waiting for us.

No screwing with the English people,
understand?

Of course.
That goes for you too, right?

At the most some tongue
and petting games.

Yes, yes, I know how to handle
these things.

Promise?

Yeah, yeah.

- Should we call it off?
- What?

The party with the English people.

Why shouldn't we go?

I was just saying.

- To you.
- Cheers.

How long are you staying
at Cap d'Agde?

Two or three days longer.

Oh, to your stay then.

A toast with me too.

I'm so sorry.

It's okay, it's just some champagne,

it brings good luck.

Oh yes,

it's good luck.

Come with me, darling.
You need to change.

My sincere compliments
for your pictures,

truly wonderful.

Do you have the same hobby?

Absolutely.

Come with me,
I'll show you my pictures.

Sit down.
Do you smoke?

Sometimes.

In front of you there is a box
with Havana cigars.

Do you like them?

Oh, I love them.

Voilà.

- Ready?
- Yes.

They're always hotels.

That is the purpose of our hobby.

Photographing my wife's ass

in all the world's hotels.

Ravishing souvenir,

better than any postcard.

Pee pee?

Please, help yourself.

Never in summer.

Like me. Look.

It is the champagne.

Of course the champagne.

- Of a good year.
- I agree.

Let me drink it.

And voilà, my sailor series.

- Sailors.
- Soldiers.

Everything that has to do

with water and birds.

Nature... basically.

Oh, the sailors.
I love it.

It took you a while, eh?

It's my top... it's not drying.

Sit down, darling.

Come with me.

Let's choose some music.

What beautiful music
and what a beautiful lady.

Did you take me here
to be with me?

Yes, my dear, yes.

You are very sexy.

I would like to take
some pictures of you...

Oh my God,
what a big boy you are!

...like the ones
that your boyfriend is taking.

Like this?

Why not?

Wonderful.

Come here, my dear.

Oh no, what are you doing?

Did you have fun with the lady
in the bathroom?

How about you in the veranda?

That slut, she did it all.

Did what?

She took advantage of me.

Like her husband did with me.

What do you mean?

He did everything.

What do you mean, everything?

Everything he did.

He showed it to you, too?

Oh, yeah.

Is it like mine?

Smaller.

But very hard.

What a slut.

That wasn't the agreement.

Neither was you fucking her,
if that's the case.

Did he fuck you well at least?

We didn't fuck.

What do you mean,
you didn't fuck?

No, technically
we did something else.

- No.
- Yes.

He shoved it up your ass?

It happened suddenly,

by the time I realized it,
was too late.

Oh, you bitch.

He gets to, but I can't?

I told you,
he is smaller than you.

Come on, my love,
don't be like that.

The promise is always valid.

Once we're married, you can have it
as many times as you want.

- Okay, honey?
- Fuck you.

I don't talk to bitches.

CALL ME PIG
I LIKE IT

Yes, we've been there.

Yes, yes, we saw the bell tower.

Everything good in the office?

Did you hear from the Germans?

Well, you decide... it's four tractors
and two threshing machines.

All right, I'll take care of it.

Yes, yes, let's say
tomorrow morning.

No, no.

First the money
and then the machines, are you crazy?

First the money.

I really needed to take a shower.

All right, listen, we'll talk tomorrow.

Yes, ciao, ciao, ciao.

Work, work, work.

Always work.
Even on our honeymoon.

I'm sorry, Rosy.
These damn Germans haven't paid yet.

I didn't know it was going to be
so hot in London.

What are you doing?
Come inside.

Who's going to look?
Nobody is here.

The English go to sleep early.
Oh, man.

You're worse than my ex.

Voilà.
Smell this perfume.

Smells really good.

Do you like it?
It's the soap from the bathroom.

I think it's also a bit
of an aphrodisiac.

Hm. Are you horny, you piggy?

Of course, come on Oscar,

take your clothes off.

It's not just hot in here,

I guess the English are hot, too.

If only your students could see you.

What do my students have
anything to do with this?

Are you on our honeymoon
or what?

So?
What's wrong if we play a bit?

Nothing, nothing, you are right.
Turn around.

Come on, I'll kiss your little butt.

- Oh, you dirty pig.
- What does that mean?

That you're a big pig.

Me a pig?

I am only performing
my husbandly duties.

Oh yes, oh yes, Oscar.

Come on, yes, lick, lick,

make me come.

You like it, you piggy?

Tell me, tell me you like it.

Yes, yes, I like it.

I love it.

What are you doing, Oscar?

Are you crazy?
What is it?

I'm sorry, love.
I am a little cold.

Cold?
Are you nuts?

It is so hot I'm exploding.
Open those blinds, come on.

Hm, should I open?

Open, yes, open.

And come here.
I'm horny.

Stick it inside me.

What are you waiting for?

Your students are going to die

from wanking it too much
after looking at your ass.

Oh, who cares, Oscar?
They won't pass the exam.

Yes they will,

if they keep wanking off.

Oh yes, Oscar, that's great,

London's air is doing you some good.

Oh yes, Rosetta.
It's not London, my Rosetta.

It's your blessed ass.

Oh, my God, and what is this?

Look at this.

Something that would give me
a hard one for four consecutive days.

Piggy.

Why didn't you want
to take me here?

I know, I know, let me do it.

May I help you?

- What does she want?
- She wants to know what we want.

Something like that.

We would like something like that.

We are on honeymoon,
you know.

Which is your size?

Fourth, I would say.

Okay, I'll be back in a minute.

- Did you see that?
- What?

She touched my boobs.

Don't worry.
She just had to get your size.

Is that how they do it here?

Come on, girl, we're in London.

London, the big metropolis.
We're not in Montagnana.

Follow me please.

Go on, go.
I'll give the Germans a call.

Oh. Wow.

- Hey, love, are you done?
- Huh?

I'm almost done.

Well, can I come in too?

Of course, of course.

Come and see.

Oh, she's so lovely.

Do you like it?

You are giving me a hard-on.
Feel it.

Oh, wow.
Instant erection?

I don't know what it is.
All I know is that I have a hard-on.

Put your clothes on.
Come on, I'll go pay.

I can't wait to be back in the hotel.

What do you want me to wear?

Whatever you want, you choose.

If only my colleagues
from Montagnana could see me.

Who knows how many times they
fantasized about you like that.

Come on, Oscar.
What are you saying?

What am I saying?
Trust me, I know.

Wait.

Oh, Oscar.
I like it, I really like it.

That's it, I can't resist anymore.

- No, wait... wait.
- Wait what?

I want to stay on top.

Call me pig,
I like it.

Pig.

More.
Louder, come on, say it again.

You pig.

More. More.

Louder.
Come on, Oscar.

Say it. Say it.

Call me pig,
I really like it.

Pig, yes, pig.

You are a pig.

You like it, pig?

You like to watch?

So you knew already?

No, I didn't know.

I liked to know that I had

those eyes on me.

I liked to know that I was desired

by two men and not just one.

You know what I think?

That you are truly a big piggy.

That's why I am glad
I married you.

Huh?

Hello?

Who is it?

Is that him?

What does he want?

To compliment your dick.

What? A fag?

It seems like it.
He wasn't looking at me,

but at this huge thing
that you have between your legs.

- Let's close the blinds then.
- Close the blinds, my ass.

Then let's turn off the light.

- Turn it on.
- Turn it off.

Turn it on.

Turn it off.

- Turn it on.
- I said turn it off.

Oh, screw it, Oscar,
you are being stupid.

Look, look Rosy, look,

there's the pig.