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I SEE NAKED
(Visions of a modern Italian)

Stop. Koscina, we've finished.

Finally!

Teresa, my coat, please!

Thank you, darling,
I'm in a hurry.

Tilly! Where is Tilly?

Tilly, a little makeup please!

Thank you, dear!
Bye, Big Guy.

Excuse me, but I've
so much to do!

Thank you, excellent!

Dear Franco!
Bye, handsome!

Thanks for everything,
till tomorrow! Bye!

Mme Agostini. Come on, Rizzuto.

Goodbye, gentlemen!
See you tomorrow!

I must warn you
tomorrow I'll come two hours later.

Because today I arrived on time,
and could have been an hour late.

I'm tired of this production.

Ritina, dear,
give me those pages.

Doesn't matter. Pick them up,
I'll have them in the morning.

What a nuisance Whew!

Good morning, Miss Koscina!

Stop, stop, lady!

We've an injured person here.

Help me to lift him!

Come on, gently, gently!

- Is it serious?
- Seems so!

- But what happened?
- I don't know. I didn't see it.

My God!

- Try not to dirty the seat.
- My God!

- Where shall we put him? In the trunk?
- Gently. Gently

- My God!
- Is it serious?

Yes, can't you see?
You better hurry.

Go on lady, go!!

Listen, young man! Listen.
Where is the hospital?

Straight on about ten kilometres.
Go, go!

It was Koscina.
Are they making a film?

Never mind, keep pedalling!

Nurse, I've brought an injured man.
We must get him out quickly.

- Get your skates on!
- What, are you going?

Who should I speak to?
Please, officer!

- Yes, Miss!
- I've an inured man in my car.

- Come in, please!
- Look, it's serious.

Sister, someone's injured.
Tell Giacomo to come lend a hand.

Giacomo, quickly, to reception.

Okay, you're done!

I tell you it's her.
I'm a movie addict!

I know all the actresses.

I thought her face looked familiar.

Never mind her face,
what about the rest!

Didn't you see, under her coat
she was almost naked?

She has a fine pair of...
We'll leave him here, sister?

Oh, I...

Relax, everything will be fine.

- Oh, my shoulder!
- Call the Professor.

I'll go, sister.

I was on my way...

to my villa

in Marino...

When some men made me stop

They placed the wounded man in my car.
Nothing else.

It's really you?! What an honour!
Allow me: Professor Cacopardo.

Delighted!

Brigadier! We have the great fortune

to have here with us
the famous Silva Koscina.

And you leave her standing in the corridor
like a mere patient.

- It's nothing!
- It's a duty, Miss Koscina.

Let's go somewhere more private.

- I don't want to bother you.
- Make yourself at home.

- You'll have so much to do.
- Please! - You're so kind.

Your mere presence, even though
for a moment, illuminates, so to speak,

this atmosphere of suffering.

Look, look how they watch you.

The man with the glasses has colitis.
The lady, an ulcer.

Look how happy they are!

One of your visits makes them better
than all my cures.

You're giving me competition, Miss.

Even my assistant, Mazza,
seems less ugly.

It's not by chance that you're a diva,
which in Latin means, divine!

Please Professor!
I am only a professional like you.

Like me? Too kind!

I think there's a difference
only too obvious.

Mazza, who do you like more,
Me or Miss Koscina?

Professor, a man shouldn't
even be handsome!

- To what do we owe this pleasure?
- Madame has brought in an injured man.

A humanitarian gesture, really!

Beauty, so to speak,
always goes together with kindness.

It seems that actresses too
have a heart.

Ceccarelli, is there someone
dealing with the patient?

- Yes, professor. Four of them.
- Very good

I don't go much to the movies.

Our work has it's responsibilities,
And time flies.

But your films, I've seen them all.

You know, in person you're even
more beautiful. If that is possible!

- Thank you!
- Would you allow me?

Are you anemic?

No. It must be the makeup.

From when I was filming.

I thought so! A girl as beautiful as you
is the very picture of health.

Life has given you everything!

Yes, except what everyone knows.

I cannot have children.

With your large pelvis,
with those beautiful hips.

And who's to say it only depends on you?
It might also be your husband.

But I'm not married.

What a fool!
I've read it in "Novella 2000".

Let me see?

Of course, Professor!

- Should I take it all off?
- She can remove the wig!

- No, it's not necessary.
- How is it not necessary?

Allow me!

- Your appendix, have they removed it?
- Yes, yes, look?

Heaven's, what's happening back there?

You probably have an irritated ovary.

There might be an obstruction
of the tube.

However, if you'd do me the honor
of returning I'd like to try ultrasound.

Free of charge, of course!

Since you are so kind,
I'll take you up on that.

Now if I may,
I'll go and see our patient.

That man owes you much.
And me too.

If it weren't for him, I'd never
have had the pleasure of meeting you.

Come, on the way
I'll show you my hospital.

- Thank you!
- This is the ward for infectious diseases.

Why isn't the Professor coming?

I'll call him.

Then I'll start myself.

Does even the jacket hurt?

Here are the chronically ill.

You know young lady, you ran the risk
of having me as a colleague?

Really?

When studying in Catania I took theatre,
as an amateur, of course!

- I showed great promise!
- Congratulations! Why didn't you continue?

First the degree,
then the hospital.

I was especially talented
in the works of Pirandello.

Yes! Luigi!

Yes, yes, him.

But where is Pancrazi?
Fetch Pancrazi.

I'll go, Professor.

Miss Koscina,
can give you me a photo?

- Sorry. I don't have any.
- Then an autograph?

Gladly!

- Is it cataract?
- No. A punch in the eye.

- Here right?
- Professor!

- There's a patient waiting in theatre.
- Who’s that?

Sylva Koscina!

- Could I have an autograph too?
- And one for me. For my niece.

Be careful Miss it’s not an I.O.U..

How beautiful!
She looks just like Santa Teresa.

Enough now!
Madame is tired.

- No. Enough!
- I want one too!

- But...
- Be patient!

More beautiful than ever?
Don't ever take the plaster off. Go!

Would you like a drink?
Sister Ignazia, what can we offer the lady?

- Would you like a Gebion?
- No thanks.

- I don't drink between meals.
- The Gebion will do you good!

Thank goodness it's not
Roge lemonade.

- Professor, here is Pancrazi.
- At your command.

Well, let's see what
you can do with that camera.

- Miss, please, the cap!
- How pretty!

- Professor, the wounded...
- Please here.

Excuse me, my strap's undone.
I won't be a moment.

- That's fine.
- Excuse me.

She's naked! The beauty!

It's nothing, don't worry.
He's very sensitive.

Ready?

Still.

Make me two copies.
I want to send one to Professor Bernard.

So when he sees you
it'll give him a heart attack.

Would you like to see the kitchens?

Sister?

Professor?

Nurse?

Son of a bitch!

And when I have some free time
I write.

A few years ago, on night shifts
I wrote some things.

- A medical book?
- No, no a...

A love story.
Ideal for making a movie.

I'm sorry, professor,
but I have to go.

It is a simple story.
Summarized in a couple of words.

A young doctor,
falls for a patient

whose beauty, not wanting
to offend yours, is incomparable.

However, the patient was married.

But love overcomes any obstacle
and the two run away together.

- Lovely!
- That's not all.

The husband catches them
and during a dramatic scene,

pleads with the young doctor
not to stain,

so to speak,
the honor of his wife.

Thinking it for the good of his beloved

the young doctor sacrifices himself
and leaves.

- Wonderful!
- That's not all.

One night, the husband
called the young doctor

to tell him that
his wife has poisoned herself.

50 tablets of "Luminal".

All night the young doctor
fought to save the woman he loved madly.

And finally he saved her.

More than a miracle of science,
it was a miracle of love.

- I like stories with a happy ending.
- But there was no happy ending.

That angel faced woman,
still convalescing,

ended up running off with an officer.

For him she had poisoned herself.

What's he saying?

That old story of the whore
and the cuckold.

And the young doctor...

- He ended up marrying?
- No.

Disillusioned in love
he found solace in friendship.

In friendship?
But with whom?

With her husband.
Whom I still see.

Your script is very interesting.

Send it to me, I'll read it with pleasure.
Goodbye now!

I still have a copy.
I'll send it today.

- Sorry.
- Bit more.

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye, Miss.

- Really nice to meet you.
- See you soon!

Bye!

Bye, darlings.

- Beautiful, huh?
- Beautiful car!

Let's not get distracted.
There's a patient who awaits us.

We've a job to do.

- Where is Judge Di Lorenzo?
- In room 3...

- But you can't enter.
- Why not?

- Closed trial.
- What?

Mrs Ponente Loreta,

do you wish to withdraw charges
against Mr. Angelo Perfili?

What do you say?

- No, Your Honour.
- And why not?

- Because I've been injured.
- In what sense injured?

Your Honor, the chicken was good
and cheerful: Padovan.

But since she met
with this evil man here...

Sad. Her mood completely changed.

No longer eating,
and pecking the other hens.

Not only that. Ignoring the rooster.
You will understand that this is damage.

Mr Perfili, what have you
to say in your defence?

In short:
Every morning I leave at three.

Since the death of poor old dad.

As I was the youngest,
when the lands were distributed,

he gave me the bit farthest away.

- You know, at the top of the valley...
- Get to the point.

It's what I was doing,
because this happened on my piece of land.

I leaned against a tree
to cut a slice.

'Cos I always carry
a hunk of bread and a bit more.

Always vegetables or cheese,
because I'm not much into meat.

- Are you married?
- No, Your Honour. I'm still quite young.

Women are fine in the village
but don't come to the fields,

'cos they won't work the land.

When they're 14 or 15 it's off
to the city to work in the factories.

There are some old ones,
but they're worse than nothing.

Then, if the occasion had presented itself,

You would not have been indifferent!

I don't know, I don't understand.

- I mean if you had married.
- Me. Yes. Yes!

There was Filumena, the gossip,
I liked a lot.

I was three years younger,
but she didn't want me.

You know, the women of today
have many fads, she wanted that...

What's it called the cupboard
for cooling things down?

The frederator.

- Frederator?
- That's it!

Okay, let's leave it be.

But, your experiences with women
they finish here?

Talk freely.

When there's a fair
and you get some of these...

travelling prestitutes.

I'd willingly go with them.

But I'd seem a weirdo,
because I'd be embarrassed...

And wouldn't know what to do.
I'd laugh and nothing would happen.

But that does not justify
having had sex with a hen.

Well, I love women,
you could say say, I like them all.

But where they are?

- Let's stick to the facts.
- Shall we go back then?

After 4 or 5 hours of work
the sun began to beat down,

and this year
it’s been a real hell.

So I sat under a tree
to eat something.

I'd hardly begun to eat
some bread and cheese

when what should appear
but the hen.

She stops in front of me,
looks at me and goes

I ignored her!

Seeing that I took no notice,
she walked away.

I finished eating and thought about
drinking some fresh water from the stream,

that indeed,
was a little way away...

While I was thinking about it,
I turned to see the hen pass again.

She stopped in front of me,

looked me right in the eye
and went:

And I ignored her, Your Honour.

As I'd not yet gone to drink, I said

I'll drink at home tonight.

I lay under the shade,
and lowered my hat over my face,

And I decided to have half an hour's
nap and then get back to work.

I was just about to fall asleep,

when I realized that the hen
had returned.

She walked around me...

And this time she stops
right next to me,

making to peck
two or three crumbs of bread.

She even touched my hand
with a wing.

And then she whispers in my ear:

Your Honour, man is not made of wood!

- I understand.
- Yes sir. - So...

Considering the particular situation
of Mr. Angelino Perfili

Because of your forced celibacy,

And mitigated by the severe provocation,
so to speak, of the chicken,

I sentence the accused

to compensate for damages
and harm the aggrieved party.

- How much might it cost, a hen? Two, three thousand lire?
- No!

Two or three thousand lire?
You think it's a chick?

A good Padovan hen
can cost up to five thousand lire!

- What are you saying!
- Is it fine, five thousand liras?

Your Honor, I'm not going
to haggle over the price.

But if I have to pay five thousand lire
it seems to me only fair the chicken...

comes with me.

- If you agree!
- I do!

For me, I just want to be paid!

We've started already?
I'll wring your neck, you know?

"Grandma fell down the stairs".
There are five words.

Sorry, what about:
"Grandma fell down stairs."

- We can remove a word.
- Yes.

Certified.

Enza, excuse me, could you
replace me a moment? Thank you.

- Yes?
- Certified.

- Pass me Bologna.
- It's there.

- Sorry!
- Coffee or cappuccino?

Capuchino.
Thank you, Miss Carletti!

There are days when coffee
makes me nervous.

Can I call you Ercole?

- Why?
- Because it's your name.

Ah, right!

But no one calls me that.

At school, in the army,
even here.

Always surname, it's enough.

The name Ercole is so ugly,
I could never bear it!

Sunday I'll be going out with a few
friends. Why don't you come with us?

I'd love to...

But I can't.

Miss Carletti, listen!

- Miss Carletti is in love with you.
- Come on, what are you saying?

Now, watch out.
Don't let yourself be fooled!

That one is just the like my wife.

She wants to snare you!

You've saved yourself so far,
hold on a little longer.

You'll be out of danger.

Women are so selfish.

Listen, where did you put
the first class mail for Turin?

- Here!
- Thank you.

If the boss calls me,
tell him I gone to the bathroom.

Go on!

Miss Ornella Dominici.

So you're hiding something.

Sorry!

No matter!
I've been stamped in worse places.

Tell me the truth Ercole,
Is there a woman in your life?

Is there any more sugar?
It's rather strong, this cappuccino.

Why avoid me?

It's not possible
to spend every Sunday alone!

Why the mystery?

A forbidden love perhaps?

Look, Miss...

You are very nice
and I like you a lot, but...

But what?

It's broken!

- Good afternoon, madam!
- Here's the kindest person in the building.

- Thanks.
- I'm sure you'll give me a hand!

- You want me to bring up your basket?
- Thank you!

You know, with my figure,
it's rather hard the climb.

How heavy! It would
almost be better carrying to you.

- Listen, I'm rather curious.
- Yes?

Are you living with someone?

- Someone? Sorry, I don't understand.
- Not that I thought ill...

But as my husband seemed
to see someone behind the window,

I thought it could be
your mother, your sister.

Strange, as I'm an orphan
and an only son.

Poor thing. I am sorry!

In fact, at your place,
I've never seen anyone enter or leave.

That's why I was so surprised.
But my husband, he would insist!

Well, he was wrong.

Me too, while on vacation, I thought
I saw a little brunette at your place.

- But I said: It's not possible. Mr. Armando, good as he is!
- A brunette?

As for the hair colour
I couldn't really swear.

- Thanks for your help.
- It's nothing, happy to oblige.

"Two things in the world never leave you..."
- Armando, come here!

Fabiola!

Fabiola!

Where are you?

Love, why don't you answer me?

We've a letter from Carlo Alberto.

You'll see how he
sends greetings even for you.

What's the matter, aren't you well?
What a long face.

You haven't been going
with that moggy on stair B?

Let's read the letter.

Dearest Ornella,

Today it is four months since we met.
How strange.

We have never seen each other,
yet it's so natural to say "We met".

Who would have thought that
a gesture so banal, almost silly,

as writing to the letters column
of a women's magazine,

would turn out so well?

Thank you for the photo.
You're very beautiful.

With a mischievous look.

But it's a little difficult
to imagine how you are now

from a photo showing
you aged eighteen months.

Can't you send me a more recent one?

Sunday I had my usual bike ride.

I closed my eyes and imagined
you pedalling beside me.

I almost collided
with a stationary truck.

When will we see each other?

Sometimes I hate the work
preventing my visiting you.

Answer me soon.

With hope and devotion,
Carlo Alberto.

P.S.

Did you watch TV last night?

They showed a song entitled:
"Out of sight, in my heart."

Doesn't it seem
to have been written for us?

Dear Carlo Alberto:

Your last letter has
given me immense pleasure.

But it has also disturbed me a little.

You tell me, when we meet.

I confess that I feel
uncomfortable in answering you.

I didn't believe that my letter
would have aroused in you a feeling

that goes beyond friendship.

I think you are pedaling too fast.

Although your words flatter me,

I prefer that you continue seeing me

not as a woman, but as a friend.

Fabiola, come to the table!

Who knows, maybe
I also I love you a little, but

I'm afraid that when we meet

the flower wilts which grows too close.

As the poet of Turin says:
"I love only roses not plucked"...

Fabiola, aren't you hungry?

"I love only the roses not plucked"...

And as it's already burning,
we'll turn it down a little.

"And things that could have been
but have not."

Excuse the situation,
but I'm an incurable romantic.

Last night I saw on TV your factory

manages to make 500 cars a day.
It's incredible!

Bravo! I'm proud of you.

But don't they work you too hard?

I'm glad that on Sunday you can relax,
but be careful.

That bike seems far too risky!

A warm hug. No!

Affectionately, your Ornella.

Whatever next!
The sugar in the salt jar!

Now who can that be?

- Who is it?
- The caretaker's daughter.

Sorry, I was in the shower.

They are for Ms. Ornella.
Is she a relative of yours?

A cousin of mine! While they're
house hunting their mail comes here.

If you let me in,
I'll arrange them.

Better not! I'm naked!

Know what I've noticed?
That all the tenants let me in except you.

Aren't you happy? Don't eighteen
apartments give you enough work?

- OK!
- Thank you!

Dear Ornella, I have good news.

The factory director has
sent me to Rome for a few days.

We can finally meet!

I arrive tomorrow on the 16:10 flight.

Will I see you at the airport?
I hope so. Your Carlo Alberto.

- Excuse me, are you the
accountant Ribaudo? - What?

Sorry!

- Are you accountant Ribaudo?
- No!

- Ribaudo? Did you say Ribaudo?
- Yes.

It's me. Are you looking for me?

I am... Ornella's brother.

It's an honor!

- Very, very honored!
- Delighted!

How strange, Ornella
never told me she had a brother!

She told me to come to the airport,
because she had to leave...

suddenly for family reasons.

What a shame!
I hope it's nothing serious.

No, no. Our aunt is dying.

I'm sorry!

- Do you think it will be for long?
- That depends on auntie.

Yes, but I think she will stay...
at least a week.

- Then she's not dying!
- Yes, but very slowly,

I mean, auntie is strong, feisty.
She doesn't really want to die.

- Seems so!
- She's one of a kind!

What a shame!
What a setback!

And to think I asked my director
to come to Rome

with the intention of
seeing your sister, and instead...

- Ornella was also very sorry.
- Faced with such bad luck...

- I appreciate it.
- You're welcome!

Goodbye.

- Listen, Mr... What's your name?
- Ercole.

As everything's been so unexpected
and I've not booked anything,

Could you indicate a boarding house,
which isn't too expensive?

Yes! There many near here.

- If you want, I can accompany you.
- No, it's too much trouble, please!

I'd like to. I'm going into town.
Give me your bag!

I couldn't allow it!
It wouldn't be right!

This is a modest place, but clean.

And it's not expensive.

From what I can see,
it'd suit me very well.

Listen, excuse a question, but...

Do you live with Ornella?

No, we hardly see each other. We live
and work in different surroundings...

As I said I'll stay three or four days.
If Ornella returns...

I don't think... she'll be back.

Sometimes in these places...
one can have an fling.

No, thanks.
These flings don't interest me.

- Goodbye.
- Bye!

Mr. Carlo Alberto!

I forgot. Ornella asked me to thank you...
for the beautiful roses.

Dear Carlo Alberto:

I'm back in Rome
after an improvement...

a deterioration.

And after the loss of poor auntie,

knowing that you came here
to see me, I confess...

it has given me more pain than joy.

Carlo Alberto, I lied.

The man who met you
the airport is not my brother,

but the man with whom I live,

yet though I don't love him,

I cannot separate myself from him
for many reasons I'd rather not say.

As you can see I am not
that pure flower you took me for.

I know I will give you immense pain
but I also spent two terrible days.

I'm all mixed up.

Imagine yesterday at work,
I stamped a certified letter

with 5 lira stamp.

But what makes me suffer is to know

I have lost a friend.

Because believe me
I only need friendship.

I hope that despite everything,
I will not lose yours.

Will you continue to write me?
I hope so, otherwise silence...

Good morning!

- Yes? - Excuse me, you know...
- Yes?

No, it's that as I was returning to Turin
and passing by,

I said: Well, let's just see!

- I knew that if Ornella wasn't in
I wouldn't be bothering anyone. - Right.

But I didn't think you...

In fact, I'm here by chance.

To water the plants
and feed the cat.

- That's all.
- Fabiola!

Ornella's inseparable companion.

- I'd let you in, but I see you're
already on your way. - Yes...

Well, my plane leaves tonight,
but I've already left my room.

So I thought, you know, grab a bite
somewhere, use...

the remaining time
to see a little of Rome.

If you’d like to come in,
and since I’ve still not eaten, maybe...

We can have a bite here.
Ornella must have something in...

- Of course!
- Please!

Thank you!

Ornella is a good cook,

and if I may say so,
a perfectionist when it comes to food.

The most I can manage
is two types of spaghetti.

- If you want, I'll help. I can manage.
- Thank you.

When you live alone, you know...

It's more comfortable
wearing Ornella's slippers,

I also wear a forty-one
because I have small feet...

But you may want to wash
your feet, hands!

I'll show you the way.

The bathroom, I think is...

- Here.
- All right! Thank you very much.

- Give it to me.
- Thank you!

I always put in a little chilli.
Do you like it?

Well, we Piedmontese
use chilli very little.

Do you know what we mostly use instead?

- Cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon...
- But cinnamon in amatriciana...!

Well, true. But for me
I never use garlic.

You don't like it either?

I find it rather indelicate.
And when you're in contact with people...

- It's a duty to keep ourselves
cool and agreeable. - Right.

What do you do?

- Postal Worker.
- You too?

- How "you too"?
- Like Ornella!

- Yes, what's weird?
- No, it's nothing. I understood that...

you had different jobs.

Sure.
I'm actually in another section.

I'm in the back office
while Ornella deals with the public.

Ah, I hadn't realised.

Ercole, you know your sister and I
have never met?

Describe Ornella?

Well, not bad!

True, she's not pretty.

She's plain!

- But she's already forty.
- I'm glad.

Well, Ercole, look at me!

Do you think that a pretty, young woman
would even look at me?

Why say so?
You're very distinguished, young...

- Enough!
- Thank you!

- Listen, what I can do in the meantime?
- If you'd grate the cheese!

My poor wife, you know,

she wasn't a bad person,
but she never understood me.

With Ornella instead
it's completely different:

Such sensitivity!

If you knew how she participates
in all the things that interest me!

Once she advised me on a mixture
of pipe tobacco that was fantastic.

She must have tried it
herself before, right?

Pass me the salt, please?

Thanks!

- No! That's the sugar.
- Oh yeah?

No, look it's salt.
It's written here. It's salt!

Yeah.

That's too little?

No, pour it straight in.
You need more.

- Like this!
- That'll do it.

But talking about your sister,
when I wrote the letter to the newspaper...

Yes, a Sunday afternoon,
just to kill time.

Do you know
I received 52 letters in reply?

- Yeah?
- But if you could see the difference

between Ornella's letter and the others.

Yes, well... it was the only letter

exquisitely feminine.

Yes, that which one felt
had been written by a real woman

was the letter from your sister.

We have many things in common,
your sister and I, you know?

- For example, she also
likes to play cards. - Yes.

A woman who can play Rumino
keeps the evenings busy.

Sorry Carlo Alberto, but you're
moving too fast. She's a woman!

If Ornella is not yet married,
she must have some reason!

I mean, I don't think she has
such clear intentions.

Ercole, enough of this foolery.

Tell me the truth.
You lied to me.

Confess!

This story of the sick aunt,

it's an excuse, right?

- It's true. - And Ornella left because
she didn't want to see me. Is that so?

Yes, it's so.

I should have guessed it.

I was too impulsive.

I've messed up.

Carlo Alberto, it'll get cold.

Yes, bon appetit.

It's sweet.

Yes, it must be the peas.

- But we didn't use any peas.
- Yes, they're out of season.

- Not what I expected, the amatriciana!
- I can fry you a couple of eggs.

No, no, it's good, delicate.

- It's like sweet, sweet spaghetti.
- That's it.

Ornella described it to me differently.

Well, she makes it better!

And to think...

I've not even had the pleasure
of tasting her delicious meals.

Don't think about it, Carlo Alberto!

It's Freisa, Piedmontese!

Yes, for some time Ornella...

- has preferred Piedmontese wines.
- Why? She drinks?

Wine, unfortunately, is her hobby.

Sometimes even...

Two bottles a meal.

- Cheers!
- "Prosit?"!

Right!

You know, when my poor Rosina died...

- I suffered a lot.
- Yes?

But after it was like,
like a sense of freedom.

- And after how long?
- Shortly after the funeral.

I close!

How many points?

I had...

Twenty-two.

- Note it down.
- I am doing!

- Give me time. Do you want to check?
- No, no.

- Don't you trust me? - It could be more!
- Twenty two.

No, but Rosina,

I'm sorry to say,
but she was a bit uncouth.

- In what way?
- I'll take you into my confidence.

You know she always wanted to make love.

- Even two or three times a month?
- That's incredible!

I could never speak,
listen to some music,

read.

With Ornella it's different.

It's that, I sensed right away
an intelligence so refined,

almost unbelievable in a woman.

And then I said,

this is the woman I'd always
like to have as a companion.

So much so that I asked
to be moved to Rome.

What? Without having even seen her?

But I'm not looking for an affair, no.

Ornella, how shall I say it?
I'd even like her... if she was lame!

I need a person who...

will be beside me,
to keep me company.

You must like women, huh?

Yes, I've never
been short of opportunities.

But it's very difficult to find
a soul mate, you know?

And if a woman doesn't satisfy you

spiritually, how do you...

acknowledge?

Look at these cards.

Look how you're blushing.

- And then you say Ornella's shy!
- No! It must be the whiskey.

I'm not used to it,
I always drink milk.

It's your turn.

- Could you top me up?
- Right!

- The coffee's ready...
- Don't move, I'll go.

- Thanks.
- I practically know the house.

- Here we are!
- Very good!

I've already filled the cups, OK?
Give me a hand.

- Here!
- That's good.

How many?

No, none. I take it without.

- Yes? I like sweet.
- Less.

Coffee is better sweet.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome!

- Who's next?
- It's your turn. I've already discarded.

Here it is finally!
I close.

How much are you?

Right now I'm out.
You've won almost seven thousand.

Well! You're lucky!

How strange!

- I've put in three and it's still bitter!
- No, it's strong coffee.

I'll put in two more.
Hopefully this'll sweeten it!

It's "Killer Coffee".

Take my hand, gypsy...

And tell me...

What fate will bring!

Bravo!
You sing very well, bravo!

- I'm part of the Stupinigi choir.
- Beautiful tone!

- They're ill-mannered upstairs.
- They're not used to hearing male voices.

What a to-do!
It's like a prison.

- Well, you know...
- Poorly educated!

Look at Fabiola!

She doesn't look very happy.

She's used to classical music.

Ornella listens only
to Mozart and Chopin.

- Your poor Dad?
- No...

It's Mum.

Ah... beautiful woman.

- Her features were... rather strong.
- Yes?

- Sorry, no offence!
- Of course not.

- It's like I saw a shadow under her nose.
- No, it's a mustache.

- She had a little moustache.
- Oh yeah?

Apologies! Then the painter didn't
paint a portrait of your father by mistake?

No, on the contrary,
Dad didn't have any facial hair.

Well, I have to go.

Wait, I'll give you
the 6000 lire for the Rumino.

Well, actually it would be 7000,
but I'd never agree. I'd be offended.

Well, I must tell you that
I've spent a wonderful evening.

- Thank you wholeheartedly.
- Thanks, me too.

It's ages since I've talked so much!

Basically I can say
this trip hasn't been in vain.

Yes, I've lost Ornella,
but I've found a friend.

- Me too.
- You know, I'm so thirsty!

- It's the salt.
- What?

It's a lack of salt.
Obviously you're not retaining liquids.

- When I move to Rome we'll see each other.
- Of course!

We call each other.

- I'll be off now me. I'm afraid I'll miss my plane.
- Not if you hurry.

And it doesn't matter anyway,
since tomorrow's Sunday.

Well you know I'd almost thought
of staying.

- Because Juve play here!
- Oh yeah.

Ah, listen.
Wouldn't you like to watch the game?

Good! Roma - Juve!

Sure! But I can't, I've left my room.

What a shame!

I don't know, unless, just for tonight,

- if you don't mind I could manage with you.
- Sure! Why didn't I think of it before?

- It's only for one night!
- Then come on, come on!

- Where are you going?
- To your place.

My place?

Sure, didn't you say that for one night...
Come, get your jacket. Come on!

I'll come with you. Where do you live?

- What?
- Is it nearby?

- Not that near, it's quite far.
- No matter, we'll catch a taxi.

It'll only take a couple of minutes.
I'll pay.

- And the return trip tomorrow.
- We'll catch a cab...

- Well, changed your mind?
- No, no, I was thinking...

If it's a nuisance...

No, it's no bother...
I thought since we're here,

tonight we could stay at Ornella's.

No, here... I don't know if I can.

Ornella would be delighted.
You know what we'll do?

You sleep in Ornella's bed
and I'll hack it on one of the sofas.

No. Not in Ornella's bed,
not with it being her...

I mean... as it's her...

I mean that in some way
it would seem...

I'm really thirsty,
it's sour, sorry!

Here, thanks.

You mean here?
Yes!

- Carlo Alberto!
- Yes?

Wait! I give give a clean towel.

They're Ornella pajamas,
because here who's going to see.

Ercole Look, I... I'd like to ask
a slightly awkward question.

I understand I've no right to do so,
but I can speak man to man, right?

Are you sure your sister
isn't in a relationship?

- I say so as that would explain everything.
- Excuse me, but why ask?

I don't know. There's
an atmosphere in this house...

As if occasionally a man
spends some time here.

For example, look.

What is this razor doing here?

It's Ornella's.

You know, a brunette with thick hair.

She's got it from Mum...

But I can assure you that Ornella
doesn't have any lovers.

No, no. I believe you.

Well, if you don't need it...
I'll put it back.

Fabiola!

Come!

Come here, come!

It's lime tea,
wonderful for sleeping.

Yes? Thank you.

- Want a cigarette?
- No thanks. I don't smoke.

- Fabi, beddy-byes!
- Lovely!

But you smoke in bed?

- Yes, why? Does it bother you?
- No, no, smoke, smoke!

- If you want I'll put it out.
- No, it's just for one night.

- There's the lamp switch.
- Thank you.

- Good night!
- Good night.

Carlo Alberto!

I prepare coffee every morning
at half past seven.

Is that okay for you too?

Yes, perfect.

But no sugar, right?

Good night, Carlos Alberto.

Good night, Ornella.

Another woman victim of the sadistic monster
of Spoleto. All because of the festival.

If the school could find a replacement,
I'd go too.

Please try to come back soon.

What can you do
in Rome after the funeral?

I won't be lacking things to do.
I'll have to accompany poor Aunt Adelina!

But no more than two days.
At most, three.

Yes, yes, relax.
Give me my suitcase!

If in Rome I see Francesco,
what do I say?

Tell him to stop writing, and don't ever
think of coming here because it's useless.

- But he's a good boy!
- Mom, leave it be.

You know how it bothers me
to talk about such things.

But think of your future.
You're twenty-five already.

Do you want to end up like Aunt Cornelia?
Died at 70, a spinster dressed in white?

Now go home!

- And please, lock yourself in. Understood!
- Yes.

With all these bad things happening here,
I'm quite worried.

- There are six victims of the sadist terrorizing...
- A coffee, please.

But very light,
or better a vermouth, double.

The only survivor, who could have been
the seventh victim

is Miss Orlandina Bassi,
whom we'll ask a few questions.

Miss Orlandina, have you recovered
from the shock of the incident?

Well, it's really been
a terrible experience...

According to you, how were you,
unlike the others, able to survive?

In short, what can I say?
He's depraved.

He's aroused seeing women
completely naked.

So you think the other victims refused?

Certainly!

Did you hear? He did nothing
to those who cooperated!

They were stupid.
They begin to scream and resist.

- And you, on the other hand, Miss?
- I?

I kept quiet,
and did everything he told me...

- Everything?
- Everything, yes!

Why? What would you
have done in my place?

This is the identikit
of the murderer's face.

Dark hair, thin lips, nose normal.

Bushy eyebrows, freckles on his face.

Rome: There's much support
for the gas station strikes.

In large cities like
Milan, Turin, Naples...

- Please, my daughter!
- Sorry, Father.

It's already difficult enough for us!

Sorry!

Cesira!

- Cesira! Has the milk arrived?
- Yes, ma'am, I'll bring it up.

Thank you.
I'll leave the door ajar!

Put the bottle on the table, please,

and watch the door
because the handle is broken.

- It came off in my hand.
- But who are you?

- I've brought the milk.
- You're the milkman?

No, the concierge gave it me.

After I'll fix it.

After... after what?

After doing what I have to do,
most urgently...

But... what do you have to do?

Well, let's say...
I've come to fix the phone.

But... my phone works fine.

I know.

In fact I didn't want to...

But unfortunately I was forced to come.

Sorry.

It's the party line that doesn't work,

And the breakdown...

Is here.

But...

The thing is that now I have to leave!

But we can’t leave,
neither me nor you!

But if you agree I'll hurry,

And it will be better for us both.

THE MONSTER STRIKES AGAIN

But you've got speckles...

I don't think so.

Ah, freckles!

Yes, and I also have...
a birthmark!

Here it is! A port-wine stain!

I have to come in here a moment.

After I'll put everything back in place.

- May I use it?
- No!

It's no use, I've cut the line

And unfortunately you can't call.

This is better than the scissors.

Thank you.

Do you have a cloth?
I don't want to dirty the floor.

No, don't run, there's no rush.

St. Theresa of the Baby Jesus, help me.

I hope there's enough!

I didn't think it'd take so much cable.

No! I'll do like Orlandina.

Take me.
I won't offer any resistance.

Are you the nervous type?

Where can I put you?

- Wherever you like but don't hurt me.
- No, no... I'll do it gently.

I never thought it would be so easy.

Well...

It's not that difficult.

Don't look, Miss.
They're clumsy mitts!

I know, but I've a strange fascination.

I feel a thrill just looking at it.

Women have always done you harm, right?

Much good, no!

But certainly as good as you, no one.

What was your mother like?

- From Abruzzo.
- Ah!

Radio news.

News just in from Spoleto.

After a dramatic manhunt overnight,
police have arrested the sadistic murderer

who has for more than three months
terrorized the entire region.

He savagely killed six young women.

The capture at dawn in an old farmhouse
where he was hiding...

I don't understand the need
for strangling a woman

When it's so easy...

Well, I've really, really got to do.

What are you thinking?

No! I was thinking that
I still have to finish...

- the wiring.
- You can come back tomorrow.

Tomorrow's a day off.

I'll be back the day
after tomorrow, Madame...

Sorry, miss!

Sorry, I'd like to know if the
22:40 Paris-Rome express is late.

Thank you.

Out again tonight?

What?

Yes... I have to see a friend.

It's a working dinner,
very important indeed!

- Dinner?
- I've already eaten, but...

I'll do so again.

Lies will hurt a woman
more than the infidelity itself.

Inga, you know I don't know how to lie,
don't ask me to invent.

Must I always invent something?

Anyway if you want to separate
I don't...

Decide for yourself.

- Is this what we've come to?
- Don't speak for me.

You know I want...

But I understand the
situation is difficult.

You know I love you,
despite this friction between us.

Of course If you could
show a little patience...

I've shown so much!

Now you've become jealous,
just like an Italian.

So I'm going.

Who?

Hello, Giulia!

- Yes, tonight as well.
- You know what I say?

You might consider yourself lucky.

Think of my pig my husband,

who's even bought Giusi an apartment.

At least yours
doesn't waste money on whores.

Yes, you're right.
Even though I'm a bourgeois,

certain things I cannot understand.

It seems you don't know men.

All of them, all from first to last
have their vices...

Yours at least comes home.

She's young, beautiful,

But she lacks the most important
thing in marriage.

Is it my fault?

The psychiatrist makes me laugh!
Says it's a kind of fetish, it's normal.

There are people who fall in love
with shoes.

He tried to explain
but he explained nothing.

Dear psychiatrist piss off...

Shoe fetishism...

Mine started when I was putting mines
under tanks. That's stronger than shoes.

The fact is, if I now no longer
have that emotion, I don't feel...

I don't know, a man. That's it! And
since I don't experience it with women...

Not even those whores,
best friends with my wife!

22:27, and 40 in Termini,
by 32 it should be here.

If not delayed when leaving Brennero
and they've put up the red disc...

Will it be the 628 or 619?

Locomotives drive me crazy!

The steam locomotives were something else.

You felt its breath on your face...

It almost kissed you.

Well,

Arriving early!

Here it is!

Here it comes!

What's that?

That whistle isn't the 619.

God, it's the first time
I don't recognize it!

What are you doing to me, evil one?

Iron beauty! Locomotive mine!

How many cars you have.
Tonight will never end!

Leave it be.
Tomorrow I'll send it to the cleaners.

You're very good.

I'm sorry for hurting you, but...

It's stronger than me.

I don't know what happens to me
when I hear that whistle!

Maurizio, you need a rest.
Why not take a vacation?

Let's go away to a small island!
At least you'll forget everything.

Running away won't let me forget.

What's going on in your head?
What are you feeling?

I don't understand you, Maurizio!

I can't believe you're
in love with the train.

No...

It has nothing to do with feelings.

Over time you'll see.

If you stay by my side, I'll go!

During the last railway strike
I suffered much less.

It's the 315: Rome, Milan, Monaco.

Maurizio, don't tell me you've also
been with the Brennero train!

No, Inga!

There was nothing between us.

Just a simple acquaintance.

I swear.

Put a yellow background.
To make it brighter!

- Hi, Margaret!
- Hi!

- Why are you dressed?
- Let them see the watch!

Who gives a damn about the watch?

What are you saying?
Aren't we doing a Philipe Watch ad?

And according to you
they're looking at her wrist?

Forget this! Sorry!

Let's see!
Turn around.

Okay, good!
As if you wanted to cover up.

With your hand at your back.

- It's not natural!
- But they'll look at the watch.

What's the slogan?

You can take away everything,
but you can't take my Philipe Watch.

You can take away everything,
but you can't take my Philipe Watch.

No. It's better:

Without my Philipe watch,
I'd feel completely naked.

- Mantovani, have you prepared the sketch?
- Yes, it's ready.

Thank you.

Nanni, listen...

- Like it?
- It's an old idea. From a film 30 years ago.

What do you think! If you write:
"When I'm not naked

I wear Soft lingerie,
light as a breath."

People blow, see,
and probably buy her panties!

- Sir, there's a call for you!
- I'm coming right away! - Look,

The carousel of bottles,
Rosy didn't like them. They complained!

Then film the bottle alone, without the girl,
Fill them with water to make them look sexier.

And then have a lovely woman's voice
saying: "My name is Rosy

"I am soft, I am hot.

Take me to bed with you,
for only a thousand lire"

Good, that's good.

But if you have any ideas,
I won't be offended.

- The direct line, Sir.
- Yes.

Does anyone have something for a headache.

- I have a Mindol.
- Yes, thank you.

Yes?

Luisa?

You could have left a message at home,
on the answering machine.

Can I pick you up tonight?

No?

What?

It's a great idea!

I hope so.

See you tonight!

You're wasting your time, it's three months
she's made a fool of you.

Marce, she's not like the ones
you hang around with, you know?

This one has class.

Here!

Tomorrow I'll tell you.

Hello, Nanni, it's Jennifer.

I just called after arriving from London.

If you're not dead,
call me tonight.

Lots of little kisses.

Nanni, it's Françoise.
I saw you called me.

I thought about the good things you have,

and what do you think I'm thinking?

Well, poorly expressed
but well understood.

Nanni, do you hear me? It's Carlo.
A couple of words, you're a jerk...

What would you like, Miss?

Red Riding Hood has been lost in the woods
and has knocked on grandmother's door.

- Are you grandma or the big bad wolf?
- I'm Grandma, can't you see?

Come in, Luisa!
Don't worry, I don't intend to eat you!

I thought you wouldn't come,
at least not now! You're soaked!

I love walking in the rain.

They say the rain is
an excellent aphrodisiac!

- What nonsense!
- Well it seems that way.

It's the ideal setting
for a love scene.

I hope we get a downpour.

- An interesting house...
- Yes.

- It resembles you.
- Really?

Elegant, cozy, libertine,

and quite banal.

- Whiskey?
- I don't drink.

Then I won't either.

- A cigarette?
- I don't smoke.

Doesn't drink, doesn't smoke!

Well what shall we... do?

Talk. It's the way to get
to know each other better.

That's true.

- The night is long.
- But not for me.

I must go home soon.
At 11 my boyfriend calls from Milan.

Eleven? It's already ten!

So late?

What? Are you leaving?

No, but we must hurry,
or else I'll be late.

Sure.

No, that's the terrace.

Since it's raining,
it's better in the bedroom.

Won't be long. While you undress...
I'll put on some music.

Psychoanalysis and politics.

- Wait, Louise!
- I'm sorry but I have to leave.

Don't apologize! I swear it's
never happened to me before.

Don't worry.
It can happen to anyone.

And it had to happen to me?

Maybe I'm not well!

- Since this morning I've had a headache!
- Which sign are you?

What? Aries?

You're Aries, I'm Leo!
Maybe we're not attuned.

But I've been with many Leos
and they always went home satisfied.

A thing like this gets about.
No one will believe it.

- So better not tell, don't you think?
- OK, I won't tell.

- Bye!
- Bye!

At least grant me a rematch.

Gladly. But bring
a doubles partner.

We've just broadcast
the third episode of "Uncle Tom's Cabin".

Our programmes end now.

Back tomorrow at 8:30
with Tele-school.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we wish you a good night.

- Strange! It doesn't say anything...
- About what?

From last night.
Did you watch TV?

- No.
- If you knew what you'd missed!

End of the broadcast, the presenter,
who knows what ran through her head,

said: "Ladies and gentlemen, good night"...

- And she showed her breasts.
- Nude? - Completely.

- Don't you believe me?
- You're joking?

Ugolino! Did you watch
television last night?

Yes, until the end.

Come here.

The presenter...
with the bare breasts, you saw her?

The presenter with bare breasts?

Then we'd have taken a step forward,
like color television.

So you saw it, yes or no?
When she...

No.

But how is it possible?

If you were in front of the TV,
think again! You must have seen it.

I turn it off when
they show the antenna,

and that I didn't see.

- Tonight I'll keep an eye out.
- I understand. Only I saw it.

I'm crazy then.

Sorry.

- Who's in my bathtub?
- No one. Who should be?

Who should be?

Hello? It's Greti!

Do I speak to my
handsome and strong Italian male?

No, you've got the wrong number!

For Wednesday Sport,

we've broadcast from
the Olympic Stadium in Rome

the Italian Cup encounter
between Roma and Inter.

Our programming finishes now.
I'm sorry, I mean finishes.

We'll be back tomorrow at 8:30
with Tele-school.

A repeat of the third English course.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I wish you a good night.

After what you've told me,
I think it's a form of hallucination.

Because of all these
nude bombardments we have,

and above all you, with your profession.

This is obviously a sexual intoxication.

Anyway I wouldn't complain.
Think of alcoholics.

They see rats and bats.
You see naked women.

The worst thing is
I also see ugly ones.

If you only knew what was out there!
No, but what worries me...

- Is something else.
- I'll explain.

Fantasy is the fundamental
element of our sex life.

On the one hand, tic: Imagination.

On the other hand, tac:
The performance of desire.

- Tic, tac...
- The tac I no longer have.

Obviously the balance is broken.

Your brain fires just like
an out of control camera.

- In other words, it only goes tic.
- But I also want to go tac!

Hey, Dad!

- Gabriela, won't you greet Nanni?
- I'll be right back.

She's grown up, Gabriela!

I think I understand the issue
of the crazy camera,

the broken equilibrium,
but I wonder:

- How to fix it?
- Look, I can give you some medication.

But what would be better
is a good period of rest.

- Easily said!
- Get a bike, some sport.

It's very important in these cases
to improve physical fitness.

- And for the moment, don't think about women.
- That's too much!

- Nanni, milk or lemon?
- With lemon, thank you.

And these images, these visions,
are they in black and white or color?

Do you think I'm watching a movie?

They're apparitions coming
every now and then out of the blue.

I understand. I said this because
I read in a treatise

that these images usually appear
in strange scenarios, unusual...

For example in an orange color
like my wife's dress.

Federi, I don't see any dress.

Rita, do you mind leaving?

Rita looks after herself.
There's not a shred of fat.

At least spare yourself such comments.

- Hello, Nanni!
- Get out!

That's it!

You're right, Federico.

Sport is the best medicine.

I feel really good.

Nanni, where are you going?

I'm going to take a cold shower!

- Here we go again!
- What are you doing? Get out!

Sorry, I was expecting
to see a naked woman.

- Close it!
- I'm closing!

- Good morning, Sir!
- Super!

How much?

Fill her up!

Oil OK?

Yes.

Well, what happened?

I saw a girl driving
completely naked.

- Is it possible?
- With a driving license!

Right!

Come on, come on! Get moving!

Is there a fly in it?

No, no.

Flies, I know them.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Look where you're going!

CLINIC for Sexual diseases

One, two, three, four...

Bitte Fraulein,
please close the curtains.

What do you see?

Naked women.

- And here, what do you see?
- A naked woman.

Don't you see anything else?

There's another nude.

- Where?
- Inside the house painting.

- Painting what?
- Naked women.

Here too you see a naked woman?

Now there two. The Kessler twins.

Incredible how skinny she is!

And now?

Professor, what should I see?
I see what's there!

Two naked women,
hats on their heads.

- Enough for today.
- Thank you.

- Home.
- Home.

- Roof.
- Roof.

- Window.
- Window.

- Door.
- Knockers!

Sorry.

- Street.
- Street.

- Square.
- Square.

- Fountain.
- Fountain.

- Obelisk.
- Belly button.

What did I say?

You only think of one thing
at this clinic!

A boob, go on!

What does this suggest?

Prostitution.

- Why?
- Well...

Would such a young girl
kiss an old guy like that for fun?

Don't confuse your ideas.
That's for the treatment of dissidents!

Fraulein, how are his dreams, agitated?

He hardly speaks at all in his sleep.

- Tonight he just asked for a pie.
- I'd have asked for a tart.

- Don't worry about your diet.
- Thank you Professor.

The most important thing is that
you are improving rapidly.

- Flower, corolla, pistil, petal, leg.
- Foot!

- Okay. Street, square, fountain, obelisk.
- Home!

- House, door, window, ceiling.
- Pear!

Pear, fig, apple.

What are those things?

Two green bottles, empty,
stoppered, three quarters of a litre.

They aren't a litre.

- Very nice!
- And that?

A sunset on top of a mountain.

What is that little dot?

A climber on a rock face that has
exceeded the sixth grade.

I was a climber when young, yeah...

- And we saw this already?
- Yes.

- Say now what you see.
- Many things:

- A meadow, a cat, the moon...
- Don't you see a naked woman?

Yes, I see her. But there are many flowers
with corollas, pistils, petals, feet,

House, door, window, ceiling.

Well, you are completely cured.

Now comes the most difficult test.
The clinic's bill.

Thank you, Miss.

You have been a great help.

Do you prefer to pay in francs or dollars?

- I prefer bills of exchange.
- I don't know them.

Alright, look forward to
hearing from you in London.

Mr. Hardy, I'll do a good job
for you. Don't worry.

- Thank you! See you soon!
- Miss, accompany Mr. Hardy.

- Goodbye, have a good trip.
- Thank you.

Carle, how are you?
I returned a few days ago.

I'm fine.
I've never been so good!

Then we'll see you tonight! Bye!

Marcè, come here.

Look what a nice idea!

The refrigerator Ignis
sold even in Alaska.

It seems a bit weak.

Yes?
What if we put in a penguin?

- It'd still be weak.
- Then I'll put in two.

Then why not...
Put in a beautiful girl.

- With a short coat, a hat, bare legs...
- Marcè you don't understand.

Why dress up a girl as a penguin
when there are real penguins?

Enough of this erotic advertising.
The public is fed up with it.

It can no longer bear
seeing so many naked women...

DIVA

CLOSED HEARING

ORNELLA

Voyeur

THE LAST VIRGIN

LOCOMOTIVE MINE!

I SEE NAKED