All language subtitles for La Bugiarda 1965-eng

THE LIAR aka SIX DAYS A WEEK

- How much?
- 3,000.

Welcome back, Miss.
Did you have a good flight?

Wonderful, Alfredo, thank you.

- Morning, Alfredo.
- Hello.

Seen this? The bridge near my house
in Santa Marinella, it collapsed.

Well, it must be all this rain...

It wasn't the rain,
it collapsed during the unveiling!

- Bye!
- Bye.

- Allow me, Miss.
- Is he here?

He was here not long ago.

Cold!

Cold!

Warmer, warmer, warmer!

Merry Christmas!
This evening we shall dine together...

- 50 grams?
- Exactly, Sir Count.

Whenever I asked him,
he never wanted to lose weight...

... now he's on a fasting diet.

At this rate, he'll be dead before
the annulment has gone through.

You'll see, Attorney, we'll have
bothered you for nothing.

They are such lengthy procedures
these days that it might just...

Listen, can we not simply settle on
an incompatibility of personalities?

No, that's not a valid cause for
annulment in the eyes of the Church.

Ah, pardon.

How about impotence?

My impotence?

Well, certainly not mine.

- What?
- Nothing, Nothing, Father.

Impotence is a very valid cause.

But valid for whom?

Well, it works for me, unless...

... might it not upset someone?

Upset who?

- Yes, I would be upset.
- Me, too.

Sorry, but we all know that
it's just a manner of speaking.

Yes, news spreads, the papers talk...

Well, I have many children and
I'll protect every one of them.

No one is talking about you,
Sir, and we have no children.

I don't want to set a precedent.

Look, nothing ever comes of it, nowadays.

Right, but it would still hurt me,
even in my circles.

In your circles, if anything,
it's something to be proud of.

No. Impotence is once thing,
celibacy is something else.

Celibacy is a conquest...
difficult, but still a conquest.

An enrichment of the soul.

Impotence is the misery of the flesh.

- Hello?
- Hi, Darling.

It's better to chew before you swallow.

- Yes, Your Eminence?
- I'm hungry!

Yes, me too.
Certainly, Your Eminence.

Look, if you're not here
in 5 minutes I'm leaving.

Very well. I'll be there in...
I'll be there at 5 o'clock.

Then I look forward to it.
Thank you, Your Eminence.

Thank you, Dear.

Where were we?

Your impotence.

In you go, Alfredo.

- My darling. Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas.

- How was your flight, my darling?
- There was a thunderstorm.

Every time you fly I get so
worried about you, I just...

- Don't worry about me. This is for you.
- And this is for you.

There we go.

A Confucius!

I got it in Hong Kong the other day.
Do you like it?

Thank you for the thought.
I just find it a bit odd, that's all.

Well, it's still something
to do with the church.

If there still exists such
confusion after 2,000 years...

... then the Catholic Church
must need a makeover.

If I may, I've been slightly more precise.

It's the Madonna of Loreto:
Protector of all those who fly.

- Thank you. - And I had it
blessed by the Holy Father.

- Keep it on you when you're
up there, okay? - I promise.

Now, enough of the sentiments.
Let's eat.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit...

Amen!

God bless you.

Are you not afraid?

- Of what?
- That this happiness won't last.

I wish I could sign something so that it
would be like this for 10 more Christmases.

Even longer than that, I hope!

No, that's enough for me.

- I'm easy to please.
- Yes, Darling...

Is it midnight?

No, it's the mass at Saint Peter's.
This is the first toll.

- You have to leave?
- I'm afraid so.

- Come here, you. - Do you think
I could pass for a washbuckler?

It's swashbuckler, not "washbuckler".

And don't be so blasphemous
on Christmas Eve, I beg you.

You're the one who left the Basilica a
quarter of an hour before mass finished.

Yes, but that's the first time
anyone in my family has done so...

... I can assure you of that.
- Very naughty!

But you're leaving me tomorrow, so...

Right. That's Christmas for me.
More planes, more flights, more trips.

Well, then...

... why don't you stop flying?

See, when I'm not with you...

... when I'm up there, as you say...

... I know that you're waiting for me,
that you're longing for me.

But if I was here all the time,
You would soon get...

... tired, bored of me.
Like your wife!

Or perhaps I'd get bored.

And in the end we would have to appeal...

... to that thing, what's it called?

- The Sacred Rota.
- Yes, that one.

And, why do you love me?

Well, there isn't a "why".

I love you!

And are you happy with me?

Yes, even when I'm with...

When... when I'm up there,
I can't wait to see you again!

Ah, you see, you see...

... the thing that excites me most
is how... possessive your love is...

... how absolute, how exclusive!

Have safe trip, Miss.

Thank you, Alfredo.

- Where to?
- The city, please. And quickly!

Very good.

- Good day, Ma'am.
- Good day, Michele.

We're having Christmas lunch
today just for you, Silvana!

Say, you didn't eat on the
plane like last time, did you?

- Are you hungry? - Yes, very!
- Quick, turn off that oven!

- Hi!
- Here I am, I'm finished.

- Get ready, we're going out.
- You're working on boxing day?

We're going out to eat.

- But, we've made lunch!
- It doesn't matter!

And you? Didn't you have
to work yesterday?

Did you bring me the cigarettes?

No, I forgot.

Listen, Silvana...

Do you ever think of me when
you're on that aeroplane?

Of you, yes. About cigarettes, no.

- Where are we going to eat?
- I don't know.

A nice place outside the city,
in the countryside.

Well, go on!

Look, the bedroom has been claimed
by 27 coats and a sleeping child.

It's one of my sister's kids.

Ah, Christmas, so much fun...

- See? It came out.
- Evening.

- Bye!
- Let's try the waiting room...

- How cute!
- Of course, cute.

And who's in here?

Let's see...

- Is the coast clear?
- No.

It's the father of the 12 kids.

- What is he doing?
- He was resting.

They've taken all the beds!

- Getting annoyed, aren't you?
- I'm annoyed for you.

You have to leave at 3 and you
don't even have time for a quick nap.

I'll sleep for a quarter of an
hour on the sofa in your study.

Well, that's if it isn't taken.

Hooray, it isn't taken!

It isn't taken, it isn't taken...

Ah, the holidays.
Long live the extended family!

What about me?

What shall I do, sleep
standing up like a horse?

Wasn't it me that has to nap?

Two aunts in the house, such fun!

As soon as we get married,
they're out of here, mark my words!

Hey, come here.

We can't both fit on there.
It's not a bed, you know!

Come on, I'm sure we can
manage it if we at least try.

Manage what, exactly?
And you...

You usually stay for 3 days but
this time you only just got here...

... and you're already leaving!

Come on.

Well, I suppose this will do.

- Hold on!
- What's wrong?

Sorry, I forgot about
your Christmas present.

Sorry.

Here.

What is it?

The post cards I forgot to send you.

You're amazing.

Is there another girl like you?

Lucky you, seeing the world...

I have something for you, too.

Here, it's to protect you.

I bet it's the Madonna of Loreto!

How did you know that?

- And, why do you love me?
- What a question.

I don't know...

I love you because I love you.

What can I say?
It's not like I'm a poet.

That's enough for me.

What are you looking at?
Concentrate on your driving!

Maria!
Where are you?

I thought you'd never come down.

- It's 4:37, you can't have waited long.
- 2 minutes exactly.

They're playing bingo up there.
Parents and relatives.

- Want to meet them?
- No, I can't. I've a taxi waiting.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas to you, too.

Damn, I wanted to get you a present,
but I forgot to buy it.

If it was up to me, I'd pass a
law to abolish all holidays.

Not me. I love Christmas,
and I love giving out presents.

Damn, what a great present.

- When's the next holiday?
- Idiot. Bye!

- Will I see you tomorrow?
- I can't, I've got to study!

I have exams!

Maria?

She still plays so well.

Maria, I'm so happy that you've
come to see us again this year.

- Merry Christmas. - My dear child.
- Merry Christmas, sisters.

I brought some presents.

This is for the Mother Superior,
who is always cold.

- Thank you! - This is for Sister
Angelica, who has been to France.

I often worry about you, my child.

I pray for you every night, you know.

And this... this is for Sister Incarnata.

- It's from Siam.
- So many trips.

Why don't you find a more secure job,
something less dangerous?

An Egyptian camel for Sister Giuseppina.

Don't worry, nothing will happen to me.

- How do you know that?
- I hope so!

I'm lucky. And these are the Swiss
cigars for Father Alessandro.

My dear, tonight you can confess and in
the morning we'll take communion together.

Girls! Don't look at the cakes.

Listen up! One of our dear ex-pupils
has come to see us again this year.

She was with us from a young age,
and always comes to see us at Christmas

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas!

Follow her example, because she
always was a very, very good pupil.

And she gave us so much satisfaction.

Now she works, and we hope
will soon get married.

- Praise the Lord Jesus Christ.
- Praise Him.

How long has it been since
your last confession?

- Not since last Christmas.
- A long time.

Well, my child, what must you tell me?
Nothing serious, I hope.

I've told some lies, Father.

Not good, but it happens to everyone.
Nothing else?

Perhaps some bad thoughts?

See, that contest to become an
air hostess, I didn't win it.

My English wasn't good enough.

Tell me everything, my child.
So, you're not an air hostess?

No, Father.

But, you fly everywhere.

No, I've never left Rome.

Perhaps you lied for a good cause,
so as not to upset the sisters...

... who love you, educated you
and taught you to speak English.

Yes, exactly.

Well, it's serious but
nothing that can't be forgiven.

And what do you do in Rome?
Have you found a job?

See, Father, there's a man
that I love very much.

In what sense?

In all senses, Father.

And who is this man?
Is he a God-fearing man?

Yes, very.

Then he must marry you!

No, he cannot at the moment.

Why? Is he unemployed?

No, Father, he's already married.

But, didn't you just tell me
that he's a God-fearing man?

Yes, he's very religious.
He's even a servant of His Sanctity.

Well, you cannot live with him,
you must leave him!

But, you see Father, I only see
him two or three times a week.

Ah, well that's not as bad.
What about the other days?

I'm with another man, Father.

- What?
- A dentist.

- He really loves me.
- And you?

I love him, too.

And will he marry you?

- No, I don't want to.
- And why not?

Because I'd have to
stop seeing the other one.

Ah, of course. No, I mean to say...
How many days do you see the dentist?

- Two or three.
- Three and three makes six.

What do you do on the seventh?
Do you rest?

No. You see, I do a few jobs...

Small translations to earn a living.

Ah, at least this is not a sin.

- Though...
- Though?

For a while now, I've been
seeing another young man.

And do you love him, too?

I don't know, maybe.

No, my child!
You must decide!

See, Father, when someone tells
me that they really love me...

... I don't want to disappoint him.
- Nice theory!

Yes... but this way we're all happy.

But you cannot, don't you see?

- Why not?
- What do you mean, why not?

Recite it with me.

Please, recite it with me.

"For these and all the sins of my
past life I am truly sorry..."

Well, will you repeat it?

- No.
- Why not?

- Because it would be a lie.
- Another one won't hurt!

Then why did you come to confession?

Well, Father, the sisters are fond of me.

And, you know, you're so kind
and I thought you might understand.

Understand what, if you won't repent?

Will you repent, yes or no?

Don't get mad, Father, it doesn't matter.

No repentance, no absolution!

Later, later! First I must pray.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Good day, Miss. Post for you.
- Thank you.

Hi.

Hi, Maria.

Do you ever clean up around here?

Look at my flowers, they're all dry.

Oh, Silvana, why are you such a bore?

The agreement was that we divided
the chores as well as the rent.

So, how was Bombay?

Maria, you're so monotonous.
How many times must I tell you?

It's the same as Caracas, Ankara, Tehran...

At least, it is for me.

It's so fun talking to you,
you're so cultured!

Says the one who is always at that table
and has no idea what the world is.

There's no hot water!

Oh, you're right, I forgot to
turn the water heater on.

You know that the only thing that I want
after 48 hours of flying is a hot bath.

Hey, there's a letter for you!

- Where did you put it?
- On the cabinet, next to the photo of Bruno.

It's from my mother in Paris.

How touching.

All she wants is money, I can tell.
Two letters in a week.

Her last lover must have dumped her.

It must be old age.

Can't you cut that out, Maria?
I have a headache.

- Want an alka-seltzer?
- Thanks for...

I'll prepare it for you.
Get yourself to bed.

- Is something wrong?
- I'm fed up.

I had a date with Bruno in Bombay.

He was arriving on the 206 from Hong Kong...

... and we would have the whole night for us.

By the way, did you get me the cigarettes?

No, I ran out of money.

Anyway, I had a date with Bruno...

... the last time we met was on flight 255,
which was more than 10 days ago...

Hey, which hotel did you stay in?

Maria, why is it that every time
I get back you have to...

... give me the third degree?

If Bruno was like that,
I'd have dumped him already.

What do you care which hotel I stayed in?

Here.
Go tell someone else your problems.

Here, Silvana. Drink.

Ah, thank you.

No, I can't go on like this.

- You should be happy.
- Why?

Well, love is like a sleeping pill.
It's to be taken in small doses.

I don't remember who said that,
but it must have been a philosopher.

Small doses aren't enough for me.

I want to marry him, quit my
job and enjoy life again.

When do you leave?

In seven and a half hours.

Which flight?

408.

And when will you be back?

The 409... day after tomorrow.

Silvana... well, I'm going.

Stay with me?

Well, it would be the first time in
374 years that a member of my family...

- Come on... - ... missed a ceremony
at the Vatican. - Just this once.

- Come on, I get bored without you.
- Don't insist, you know that I can't.

- And take this thing off!
- I can't take it off!

- Why, is it a sin?
- No, it's all one piece.

Hi! Poor little thing...

I'm terribly late!

- Hi, Darling.
- Morning, my dear.

My poor Adriano, up so early
because of me. Go back to bed.

How can I sleep when you're up there,
stuck at 30,000 feet?

It's wonderful, always sunny!

Hold on!
Come here, eat some breakfast.

Which line are you on today?

Flight 408. Rome-Paris-London.
Stopover in London and then...

... London-Boston-New York.

Beautiful New York.

It's hot.
And when will you be back?

The day after tomorrow at 18:00.
Flight 409.

- I'll send Alfredo as usual.
- Yes, thank you.

You're off around the world and I'm
worried about you driving across the city.

I'd prefer to live in New York.
Less traffic. Bye!

My life ends when you leave,
you know that?

- Bye!
- Bye.

May the Madonna of Loreto
always protect you.

Throw it harder!

There, you went out of bounds.

Your advice made me mess up.

I didn't need to throw it hard
because I'd already won.

Yeah, I saw you move it.

- No, I didn't move it!
- I saw you!

- Alright, alright!
- You're a real trickster.

Got you!

Silvana, why don't we get married?

- Aren't we already married?
- No, I mean in a church.

You know that us hostesses
aren't allowed to.

- You wouldn't have to keep flying.
- Right, and who would look after my mother?

She's getting old.
Always wants money, that woman.

Your mother, your mother...

She sent me two letters this week.

One, two, three!

I win this round!

- I can take care of your mother.
- No way!

- What is it?
- Nothing, nothing...

Are you getting ready?

Yes, I'm leaving at 18:00.

Which flight are you on today?

251.
Roma-Tehran-Bombay.

And yet, something tells me
that you're not flying today.

Darling, what is it?
Do you feel ill?

No. Nothing happened...

There's a strike, look.

The most beautiful strike in the world.
Hostesses and pilots, it's in the newspaper.

What kind of what is that to tell me?!

- why are you mad at me?
- Is this how you tell people things?

I have to make a phone call...

Aren't you happy to be staying
here another night?

What do you mean, happy?
My work is my work.

Sorry, of course I'm happy.

Stop, stop, stop!

There, like that you're perfect.

Just your eyes and forehead.

Okay, get back to work.
I'll call the company.

Hello? This is Hostess Silvana Mazzetti.
Is the shift manager there, please?

Yes, thanks, I'll hold.

- Hello?
- It's... Silvana!

Yes, it's me, Silvana.

I read about the strike, is it true?

You woke me up for this?
What do you care about it?

Well, nothing... I wanted to know...
What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?
Sleeping. Or at least, I was.

Listen, Maria, if you're calling to
give me another one of your...

... third degree interrogations,
forget it. I want to sleep...

I'm even supposed to be attending
the committee but I'm not going.

Really, there's a committee?

But why me?

Can't you go?

I see, never mind.

If I really have to, I'll be right there.

Bye.

- They put me on the committee.
- Don't go.

I really can't miss it.
And besides, this strike is important.

You know, they pay us so little
for this life that we live...

Welcome back, Miss.

- Delayed today? - Yes, unfortunately
this strike has messed up all the times.

- When? - Tonight.
- At what time? - At 20:30.

On the express from Paris.

So you have to go?

Well, if you like I can bring her here,
that way you can meet her.

No, no! I don't think it would be
right to bring your mother here.

I mean for you, of course.

- Bye, then.
- Bye.

You know in love with you, right?

Yes, but you're never here.
For once you're in Rome, and...

- Stop, stop, stop!
- What?

There, like that you're perfect.

Just your nose and mouth.

Well, yes, I know...
but tonight you're leaving me all alone.

You could at least give me a kiss.

That's all we need, your mother!

I see, it's not the moment for sentiments.

What will you do tonight?

I don't know, take her to the cinema.

What cinema?

Umm... The Belsito.

The Belsito. Good...

- Good...
- Why?

Because I'll be there, too.

Don't you understand, Silvana?
I can't know that you're in Rome...

... without being close to you,
without smelling your perfume.

It's a charming idea, and so simple:

Your mother doesn't know me.
I'll join you at the cinema.

I'll be very discrete, you'll see.

A stranger, an unknown...

Doesn't that sound exciting?
Well, my Silvana?

Oh, sure, very exciting!

Oh, darling, darling...

See, I was late in sending
her money this month...

... then she read about the
strike and jumped on a plane.

Then I'll send her back!

- Sorry, but you should let her exploit you.
- Please, she's my mother!

Hey, what are you doing tonight?

I'll be at home, alone.

Do you know what I'm doing?

Taking my mother to the Belsito.
Yes...

She doesn't know you, you don't know her...

You could sit next to me as a stranger.

As a what?

A stranger, an unknown.

Smell my perfume...

Doesn't that sound exciting?

What do you plan on doing now?
Answer me.

I cannot let those people die...
just because of me.

But why should we help them?

He's a murderer, a rat.

Yeah, an innocent rat
and a sharpshooter.

And you hope to serve them.

As if I'd let myself get intimidated.

No. Now, instead of 20,000,
you will give me 50,000 dollars!

I've started already.

What are you going to do?

Face him... right now.

But he has five men.
They'll kill you.

It's safer inside.

Excuse me, could we keep each other company?
I'm afraid of sitting alone.

I'm not.

Alright, we'll do it together.

Do you have a cigarette?

No.

And if you don't do exactly as I say...

... every hour, I will kill...

Would you like one of mine?

Thank you.

It's good to try a different brand
every so often, don't you think?

Take her away.

May I?

It's yours, Fuchs! That bastard.

Chris Jacob... shoots while looking up.

Clay!

Show yourself!

We have to play one last game.

This will be the decider. Clay!

He'll kill one every hour.

That's what Jonathan said.
You heard it, too.

What will you do now?

Mother, don't go!

Perhaps this will be the end of Fox!

Death to the gringos!

Mother, wait for me!

Quickly, Jonathan.

Come on! The Mexicans!
The Mexicans are coming!

Don't look back!
They're following us.

Shouldn't we call the police?

Are you crazy?
They might be armed.

Oh, Mother of God. Why us?

See, they want revenge because I betrayed them.

Yes, I was a friend of their boss,
and now they want to kidnap me.

But as long as I'm with someone,
they don't dare do anything.

Don't move.

There, they've gone.

My God, they gave me such a fright!

They say that these things
only happen in the movies.

Well, goodbye, and thank you.

Hold on, now I'm curious.

Sorry, but I'm a lonely woman and
this kind of thing fascinates me.

- Tell me, where did you meet him?
- Who?

Him. The Boss!

Well...

Everything I've told you up
to this point has been a lie.

Do you know who those two really were?

You're too mysterious for me.

Well, the mysterious woman has
always had her charm, hasn't she?

I like things to be clear.
What kind of life do you live?

My own.

- I can imagine.
- I'm not sure you can.

Do you believe in friendship
between a man and a woman?

- Well, yes.
- I don't.

Friendship isn't an inter-sexual thing.

Between a man and a woman,
it's either love or hypocrisy.

Where do you stand?

- Sorry?
- I mean, what's your stance on love?

I don't know, I don't have a stance.

For me, it's an outdated feeling.

It's becoming a petty bourgeois prison.

It's just a word applied to the
relationship between man and woman.

All a man should care about is instinct.

So you're an egoist.

I like to delude myself, sometimes.

Too often, perhaps.

I like to dream.

Don't you know how to kiss?

Teach me.

I bet you're a virgin.

Does that bother you?

You women are so obsessed with
this idea of virginity...

If it was up to me, I'd pass a new law...

- Are you sure that he's coming?
- Why, are you afraid?

No, it was me who asked in the first place.

He's coming, don't worry.
He's a good friend and he promised.

- Will it be a long flight?
- You'll see, we're going to the moon.

- Have you never flown before?
- No.

There he is!

Maria, come on!
Let's go!

Come on!

Come on, you wimp!

Quick!

Now I can say that I've flown, too.

- Bye.
- Will I see you tomorrow?

I can't tomorrow.

When?

I'll call you, okay?

I should dump you, you know.

Then I won't call you.

- Bye.
- Bye.

The door!

- Call me, yeah?
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Do you remember my number?

Of course I remember it.
If I didn't have a good memory...

Miss! Miss, didn't you hear?

Hear what?

Haven't you read the papers?

Your friend's plane...

Poor Silvana, she always said
that she wanted to quit.

Yes, the poor girl. So young.
I didn't see her often but she seemed nice.

I didn't see her often, either,
but I loved her.

What do you think, is there really no hope?
All they say is that plane has disappeared.

That's what they always say
until they find the remains.

- It must have crashed.
- Right.

"Violent storm..."

Where is this Gulf of Aden?

I don't know.

And who's this, her fianc�?

Yes.

The poor thing.

- Who's going to tell him?
- He'll probably read it in the papers.

Here, see:
Silvana Mazzetti, resident of Rome.

Excuse me, do you have any news
on the hostess Silvana Mazzetti?

- And who are you?
- I'm... her fianc�.

We haven't heard anything yet, I'm afraid.

I just told her brother the same thing.

- Her brother? - Yes.
- Where is he?

Over there.

- How terrible, your sister...
- Sorry, but who are you?

Arturo Santini, dentist.
Did she never say anything about me?

I don't think so. Please excuse me...

I understand. She didn't want you to know.

How can it be that they know nothing?

There's no news at all.
What did they say to you?

- Nothing.
- Nothing...

You, you'll have to excuse me but...
I told them I was her fianc�..

- Yes, okay.
- You know, sometimes...

... it's difficult to get married and...
- Yes, I know, I know.

What? Silvana was married?

Not exactly married, but...

... but it was as though we were.

To whom?

To me.

- Mr. Mazzetti, are you okay?
- What's wrong?

It's... I don't know.

Come to the bar.
We'll get a Fernet, okay?

Please excuse me.

Thank you.

Were you very close?

Well yes, of course.

I know what you must be feeling...
I, too have sisters...

But losing a wife is much
more terrible, believe me.

She was my everything.

She was my everything, too.

Hey, young man. Come on, drink up.

Go on.

So she was a whore!

Listen, Casini...
Umm, Santini, please...

I understand you must be in pain...

... but I won't allow you to
speak like that in my presence.

But Sir Count, I really loved her.

Count? What do you mean, Count?
There are no counts around here.

Just... just call me Adriano.

Thank you, Sir Count.

What does one... sorry, what do you think?

Is it possible to love two men at once?

Who knows?
Perhaps she was pretending with both of us.

Well, she certainly knew how to pretend.

The thing I don't understand is this:

When Silvana was with me,
she said she had to catch a flight.

But she would see you.

When she was with you, she said she had
to catch a flight but would see me.

So, when did she fly?

Alfredo!

But she was on this plane!

Will you bring me that blanket?
I'm freezing up here!

If they find her, I'll kill her!

Perhaps she's already dead.

Though, with me she was definitely sincere.

Sincere, really?

When she left you to come to my house,
she was being sincere?

What makes you think she wasn't
sincere with me, too?

Well, who says she wasn't sincere
with both of us, or...

... who knows, perhaps that was
just the way she loved.

Then I was right, she is a whore!

Casini!
Watch who you're talking to!

Right.

If she was, then we wouldn't
care so much to have lost her.

We were her everything.

She had nothing but us, right?

Who knows?

- May I help you?
- Is Sir Count Silveri there, please?

I'm not sure, I'll just go and check.
Wait here, please.

It's a matter of the utmost importance.

Wake up!

Well, who is it?

- There's a lady...
- What lady?

It's the young lady's mother.

Oh, God. Well, just a moment.
Ask her to wait.

Hold on. I have to think...

Hey. Hey, wake up!
It's your mother-in-law.

Let me pass!

Oh, Sir Count, my poor little thing!

- It's hopeless!
- Who's that? - Her mother.

- Who?!
- The grieving mother!

And who is this?

Arturo Santini.
Silvana's mother!

- The other one!
- I met you at the cinema...

Me, too. At the Belsito.

Arturo, Arturo...

Both of you, here together!

- Both of you, here together!
- Yes...

- May I sit down a moment?
- Of course, yes. - This way.

This way, please.
It's my house, isn't it?

- There, you'll feel much better sitting down.
- I'm so tired, all those stairs!

- I understand, Ma'am.
- There we go, yes...

- Well, Santini, if you'd like to...
- Yes, thank you.

- You're the dentist, are you?
- Yes. No... - No, that's me.

He is... yes, well...

Listen, Ma'am...

I understand this isn't the moment, but...

- So, you knew about us two?
- Of course.

Silvana told me...

... but I didn't know you lived together.

- Sorry, what?
- Who? Live with him?

- Come on...
- You thought I lived with him?

Anyway, you allowed her to...

What do you expect? These days
it's nothing to be surprised about...

... given everything else that
happens in the world.

But I rushed over here, and here I am.

- From Paris?
- Who? - You.

- Ah, yes.
- By plane? - Yes.

Very brave.

In the end, it was just...

... a punishment from God.

Silvana... that whore.

Murderer! Murderer!

- You're a murderer, too!
- Me? No, I...

Excuse me, Sir Count, but you killed her!

- Calm down! - Yes, it was you!
- What do you mean, us?

- It's all your fault!
- Please, just...

When you really love someone,
you don't let her fly so often.

I never wanted her to fly!

Actually, I've always opposed it, and...

What about him?

What do you mean, me?

I prayed on my knees for her!

You should have locked her up!

Locked her up where?

You could have bought her a place.

She never accepted anything like that.

- I promise you, not even small gifts.
- No, never!

Because she was pure!

When you really love someone,
you have to convince them, force them!

You can't let her just go off like that,
a poor, innocent soul...

How wonderful it would be right now...

... to hear her steps on the stairs.

To hear her little hand...

... knocking on the door...

And you... or you, Sir Count...

... or me, going to open it...

... and finding her there, our Silvana.

If only God could have heard her.

You're the religious one, aren't you?

But you're a good man, too.
Silvana always said so.

- I was so happy with her.
- I was happy, too.

Well, we were both happy with her.

Then you still are.

What?

Well, in memory of her...

- Why, if she turned up now
would you kick her out? - No!

Good, good...

You're such good men!

I assure you, it's her handwriting.

Well, I know it by now.
At least trust me on this.

What does it say?
Have you opened it?

Of course I've opened it.
That's why I'm calling.

Inside...

Inside there's another envelope...

... on which is written:
"My last wishes".

To open in Adriano's presence.

The thing... the thing I don't get is
how she knew we would know each other.

Well, she sees all, knows all...

But, where did she send it from?
Check the stamp, the date.

The stamp is Italian, but...

... I can't read the date.

Then I'll be right over.

Oh, listen, are you alone right now?
I don't feel like seeing anyone...

Right.

- Are you alone?
- Yes, of course.

I sent away all of my clients.

Here.

- That must be him.
- Yes, yes, it's him!

Good day, Sir Count!

Are you Silvana's other man?
Arturo has told us everything, you know.

We didn't believe it at first...

Count Silveri, my aunts.
Ernestina and Iolanda.

- Oh, Arturo has cried so much...
- Yes, thank you, but...

- He was so desperate, I had to...
- Please, Auntie...

But you must have cried too, Sir Count.
My sister doesn't think so, but...

... that poor, poor girl...

Please, leave us alone for a moment.
That's right, thank you.

Santini, didn't I warn you that...

- Do you have a record player?
- Yes.

Here it is!

- Here it is!
- Auntie, please!

Don't be rude, Arturo!

My dears...

My mother told me how much pain you are in.

And your tears have moved me profoundly.

So it must be true that you really love me.

I wasn't on that plane.

At the last moment, for service reasons,
I was replaced by a colleague.

The same colleague whose name I used with you.

Because the life my mother lives in Paris...

... unfortunately, leaves me ashamed of my name.

Anyway, my dears, I'm not dead.

I sent my mother to see you.

She informed me of your forgiveness.

But the person you were forgiving
was a poor, dead woman.

You would have never forgiven me alive, I know.

Nor understood that I never meant to deceive...

... but only to love.

This is why I've decided to leave
this world for real, this time.

And I sent this disc rather than a letter...

... so as to leave you with a memento of me.

My voice.

But, I too wish to hear yours once again...

... before I die.

Therefore, I beg you, call 825489.

- The telephone!
- 825489, she said!

Wait, what did she say?

Check... check it again.

- 5489, she said.
- Let's hear it again...

... wish to hear yours once again...

"... 5489."

89, she said 89!

- Hello?
- Hello!

- Arturo!
- No, it's Adriano.

- Silvana, it's Arturo! Where are you?
- I was talking... I'm talking...

- Let me speak, damn it!
- Please!

Contain yourself!

Hello, yes. There's no need
to do anything rash, Darling.

Nothing is irreparable in this life.

I'm here with Arturo,
we've spoken about it...

... and we've agreed that...
You tell her, as well.

Listen, Silvana, I beg you!
Tell me where you are, I love you!

She's forgiven both of you!

Silence!

Silvana, Silvana, don't be silly.
Tell me where you are...

Silvana, tell me where you are!

Silvana, darling, there's no
need to talk about forgiveness...

... the joy of knowing that you're alive
is enough that... tell me where you are.

I won't tell you.

Now that I've heard your voice,
I can die happy.

All that is left is to turn on the gas.

She's going to kill herself...

Silvana?

The love that I dreamed of
does not belong in this world.

Goodbye, forever.

Silvana? I'll find you!
I swear I'll find you!

No, don't do it! Silvana!

Silvana, answer me!

Silvana?

What do you mean, impossible?

Miss, every name is connected
to a telephone number...

... so every telephone number
is connected to a name, no?

Did you find it?

- Hey, did you find it?
- No, nothing.

Miss, this is a matter of life and death!

Then I demand to speak to your superior!

Who am I? I'm... Count Adriano Silveri,
of the Vatican City!

Yes, the Vatican City!

- Get the car!
- Yes, mine is down here.

- Where's Via Licinio Calvo?
- Via Licinio?

- It's just round the corner.
- Thanks. - First on the right.

It's the first on the right.
We can walk there, can't we?

Hold on, hey!

That's not gentlemanly!

Silvana!

Open up, it's Arturo!

- It's Adriano!
- Silvana! Open up!

- Open the door! Don't do this!
- Listen to us!

- Silvana! - It's me!
- Please, open up.

Silvana, please, it's Arturo!

Silvana, it's Count Adriano!

Silvana!

Silvana!

Silvana!

Where are you?

The kitchen...

Gas...

Where are you?

- Silvana, Santini! Where...?
- Silvana, come on...

Silvana, answer me!
Silvana...

Milk! Where's the milk?
We need milk!

There's no milk, damn it!

Count! Get yourself up!

Look after Silvana,
I'm going to find some milk!

Why did you do it, Silvana?

My God, why?

My dear Silvana...

Thank God, my prayers were answered.

But why did you want to die?

Because I didn't think you would
understand that I love both of you.

Oh, my dear.
You know, on my way here I made a vow.

That if you were still alive,
I would have accepted anything.

And you know that I always keep my word.

You're so kind, Adriano.

No, it's you, my dear Silvana.

Has Arturo forgiven me?

Yes, he's forgiven you, too.

My poor little thing.
Everything will be okay.

Never leave me again, please.

- The milk.
- She's better, see?

- Yes, now I feel much better.
- Drink up.

- Yes, drink up.
- Come on..

- Yes, all three of us together...
- Drink! - All friends, yes...

You, Adriano and you, Arturo.

Yes, my darlings...

- All together.
- Whore!

Santini, you should be ashamed.

She's not at her best.

I'll get you a towel, Darling.

You don't love me, Arturo.
No, you don't love me!

No, Silvana, it's not true!
I love you...

- I love you! I love you!
- It's not true! - Forgive me!

Forgive me! I didn't mean what I said,
I won't say it again...

Forgive me, I didn't mean it!

- Yes, I forgive you! I forgive you!
- Never again!

- I see you've already made up.
- Yes, yes...

He swore to me that he'll
never use that ugly word again.

- No, no. - Isn't that right?
- Never again...

See? Never again, yes...

- Yes. - My darling...
- Yes, my darlings...

All three of us together.
Close together like this!

We love each other, and now we
can start another life together.

A new life.
A wonderful, wonderful life!

What happened here?
The door's broken...

It smells of gas!

- Maria?
- You're safe? I'm so glad!

- I thought I'd never see you again.
- Me, too. We went off course over Turkestan.

We had to make an emergency landing.
Don't worry, nothing happened to me.

Not to you, but it did to me!

You? Why, what happened to you?
Why is the door broken down?

I was so worried about you.

Didn't you read about it in
this morning's newspaper?

Who has the time?

Why does it smell of gas in here?

Yes, yes... I wanted...
I wanted to kill myself.

- Because I was so desperate.
- Desperate, why?

I thought I'd lost you,
but my two brothers saved me.

But let's not talk about it now,
you're here and I'm so happy.

I have Bruno with me.

Ah, what a handsome young man!

We were just leaving.

We're going out for some air, yes?

Here we are, my dear.
Come on, Darling.

- Sorry, I didn't realise...
- No, no, go right ahead...

- No, now that you're there...
- But...

Come on, let's not act like children.

- Well, it's not a question of...
- My dear Santini...

- Come on, what does it matter?
- No, it's just that...

- At this point...
- Well, you were there first...

- Just let me...
- I won't allow you to...

Good day, Leonarda!

Good day, Sir Count.

How are thing?
Cold out here, eh?

I only turned the stove
on a couple of hours ago.

If you had warned me yesterday...

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Will the Countess be coming, too?

No, no, I don't think...
The Countess, no, I don't...

My dear Santini, if your wife
would like to come through?

Right, go ahead, Leonarda.

- Well, are you coming?
- Thank you, we're coming.

Shall we?
Lean on me.

Listen, sorry that I have to
pass her off as your wife, here.

I understand. If there's anything I can
do to make it more realistic, just ask.

No, no, that's all.

- Are you sure? I don't mind. - Thank you.
- I'd be happy to help, you know...

Alright, let's go.

Come with me, Ma'am.
Just through here, I'll show you the way.

- Is this all yours?
- Yes, it's 600 hectares.

But I hardly ever come here.

It's a house with a wonderful past:
Artists, Princes, scholars...

... even Popes.

There have been 3 in my family.

Why didn't you follow an ecclesiastical career?
You certainly have the calling.

Well, at this point...
But it's better this way, isn't it Silvana?

You'll soon feel much better, here.

It's so nice and warm here.
I really love the countryside.

See, I know what's best for you.

- Would you like to settle down here?
- Yes, it would be wonderful.

- But what would I say to Arturo?
- Arturo will make do.

Santini, please, it might have been loaded.

Come on, stop that!

We don't play around with weapons.

- Sir Count?
- Yes?

I've left some provisions in the kitchen.

Thank you, Leonarda.
Yes, you've done well.

Sir Count? May I go and find
something to eat in the kitchen?

Please, Ma'am. Go ahead.

- How do you feel?
- Fine!

If she's hungry then she must be fine.

Santini, where are you going?

In the kitchen, to see my wife.

Sir Count?
How many beds am I to make up?

Just the double bed.

- But, what about you?
- Yes, for me.

- Sorry?
- Just do as I tell you, please.

Very good.

Arturo, stop that.
Leave me alone.

- That tickles, you know?
- Come here, hey...

Here, try some of this salami.

I don't give a damn about salami.

I'll call Adriano, you know!

- Leonarda. - Yes? - Once you're finished,
go on home. I won't be needing anything else.

- Very good.
- Thank you.

- Santini!
- Yes, what is it?

My dear Santini, the time has
come for us to speak freely.

Even though we've decided
to share... Silvana...

... we cannot possible share her in...
well, you understand me, don't you?

- Yes, of course.
- Good.

- Therefore, tonight one of us must go.
- Yes, there's no doubt.

Yes, that's why I've decided to leave.

I'll be on my way.

"Nihil nobilius quam nobilitas."

Nothing is more noble than nobility.
Would you mind?

- I know my Latin, thank you.
- Nobility may seem like a privilege...

... and yet it is a weight, my dear,
but you middle-class folk wouldn't understand.

- What, sorry? Just a moment.
- No offense, you understand.

My dear, I didn't mean you.
"The recurring cycles of history."

The town square may have given you power,
but not our spiritual heritage...

... that will remain ours, even if it
does seem useless and old-fashioned.

Remember, Santini: he who tries, wins.
But, the true winner is he who knows how to lose.

And this is why Silvana... loves me.

This is why a Prince will happily
leave the field to a middle-class man...

... without fear.

I'll leave you to explain to Silvana
the noble motives that have...

... prompted my departure.

Listen, Prince, I might be middle-class
but I have a good education, you know?

- I don't understand what...
- No, no.

This is your house.
So I'm the one who will leave.

My dear Santini, I didn't think that...

- I have no words. - Even the middle classes
have "recurring cycles of history", you know.

- I didn't mean to offend. - You can
tell Silvana of my noble motives.

Of course, but...

Did... did you forget something?

No, no.

As a member of the middle-class, I left.
As I a doctor, I'm staying.

- Who's staying, sorry?
- Well, the doctor.

Silvana might feel ill tonight...

... the after-effects of such intoxication
can be extremely dangerous, you know.

Then I'm staying as your assistant.

Sorry?

If you need anything, you know.
Medicine, oxygen, I don't know....

Well?
Are you not tired yet?

- Isn't it time for bed?
- Why? We're having so much fun.

Listen, Silvana, I understand that you...

- Actually, no. I don't understand you.
- Why not?

Do you really think this is the
way to realise your dream of love?

- Dream of love.
- Yes, why?

Well, I'll confess that for Arturo I feel...

... a fondness, bordering on affection...
- Thank you.

- Of course, he's so nice.
- Thank you, too.

You love both of us.
By now we're like... a couple of friends.

- Actually, three.
- But there are also practical problems that...

- What problems?
- The bed, for example.

Well, yes... tonight...

Oh, I've thought about that.

I've even found a solution.

How many beds are there in this house?

Well I, actually, I only had the
double bed made up because I...

... was planning to leave,
but then he kindly asked me to stay...

- Right, as my assistant.
- Well, how many beds?

There are another two in there...

... two beds, but they're not made.

Then we'll make them!
And we'll bring one in here.

- For whom?
- How is that going to help?

Anyway, I want both of you.

Let's do it like this:

I'll take two pieces of paper.

One, I'll leave blank...

And on the other, I'll write something nice.

"Darling, come to bed with me tonight."

Well, isn't that nice?

Let her... be quiet, please.
Go, go ahead...

- Then what?
- Anyway, as I was saying...

On one I'll write something nice...

... and the other, I'll leave blank.
- And you'll give it to him.

Then, I'll put one in each hand...

... and you can choose.

- Whoever gets the blank one...
- Draws a blank.

- ... sleeps alone.
- See how complicated this is?

- If he only just left...
- You men are so boring!

What about harems, you know?
It's not like the wives get mad.

Come on, give me a hand!

"In my hands, a pair..."

"... the blank one, where?"

"Here, or there?"

No.

Not in front of him.

Goodnight.

We'll see.

- If you open that door, I'll kill you!
- Help!

- Silvana is mine!
- She's under my protection!

- Get out of here!
- You dirty...

- Go on, get lost!
- This is my house!

Who cares if it's your house?!

- There's a lady present!
- Who gives a damn?!

Get out of here, or I'll...
have you for trespassing!

Trespassing?! I'll break your nose!

- Enough! Enough!
- You dirty...

Both the pieces of paper were blank!

Didn't think of that, did you?

I did it because...
because I wanted to test you both.

There. You say that you're okay
with it, but it's not true!

If it was true, you would
have stayed in your rooms!

You say you understand,
but you don't understand a thing!

You say that you love me!

But you only think of yourselves!

Yes, you and your masculine pride!

Why did I tell you the truth?

I've always been sincere!
I've always told you everything!

But you're false, hypocrites, liars!

Liars! Liars!

- Me, a liar?!
- Yes!

I'm sick and tired of these games!

I'll leave you your impotent old man!

Goodbye.

I'll give you impotent!

Commoner!

Dirty, goddamned... altar boy!

Take that!

A liar, yes...

... but lies for love.

And love justifies all.

I couldn't stand the idea of...

Pardon! Of sharing you with another...

... and this is why I accepted this...

... situation, because I had hoped that...

... hoped that you would have chosen me.

That man doesn't deserve you, my Silvana.

He's insipid, vulgar...

... and he's young, he'll have other chances.
But if I lose you, I lose everything.

Save me, Silvana.
You can't not choose me.

What does he have that I don't have?

Are you happy?

Words can't describe it.

And you?

Me, too. Though...

Though?

- Arturo...
- No, no, no!

I don't believe you and I
don't want to believe you!

- Not even if I promise?
- I know your promises!

Then why would I come here?

To ask for your forgiveness.
To tell you that I love you.

That I'm yours.
Only yours.

Look, Silvana...

If that was true, you wouldn't be you.

- But it's true!
- No!

Because you're capable of anything!

You transform truth itself into a lie!

Maria!

I know everything.

What... what do you know?

You're a hostess, aren't you?

Now you know everything!

- Do you mind?
- Of course not.

I'm for obligatory work for all women.