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My name is Michael, by the way. What's yours?

I'm Sarah.

- Bye bye, Michael! - Bye.

Hey, Sarah!

Hit me up when you need me.

- Get rid of this stuff. - What about the steel profiles? - Later.

Let's get a move on before the boss starts bugging us.

You get started, I'll see if there's any news.

- Start from this point, and... - I've got something uncanny to tell you!

- G0, now. - Hi, Joe. - Hello, architect. - Where have you been all day?

- Something incredible happened. - Spill the beans.

- Is it about some broad? - Indeed. - ls that so, huh?

- What about her bod? - Super, believe me.

- Like a Ferrari, huh? - Even better.

- Was it at your place? - No, on the ferry! - The ferry? - Yeah.

Let's go, you owe me a drink. On the ferry, jeez...

After that we said goodbye and went our separate ways.

You acted like a fool. You meet a girl like that and don't set up anything?

What was I supposed to do?

- A goddess jumps on you and you're happy with a quickie? - Thanks.

You forget I'm getting married in 11 days.

- A tragedy you rightfully deserve. - Yeah.

Damn, where is it?

- What is it? - I can't find my wallet.

Now I get it, Casanova. The broad was just a common thief.

- Stop it, Dan, I probably left it at home. - Awoman never does anything for nothing.

What do you think? It's not the final version yet, but it looks good already.

If you say so. I only handle the raw parts.

I like your idea about the 100th person being a common guy...

while the others are all important men. It's interesting.

- And the ferry idea is pure genius, but... - But?

It's too quick and it ends too soon. There's not enough details.

I mean, what do we know about him and his life? Who's Michael Terenzi?

- You've to meet him again for a follow-up. - Sure, no problem.

How are you going to find him?

- I'll "hit him up". - Good!

Helen!

At last! We have a million things to do.

Sorry, I had a tough morning.

- I bet you didn't send the invitations. - Wrong, I did it yesterday.

We put Dan in charge of finding the right cake. Any progress so far?

- I don't think he'll find it. - I hope he won't leave us without a cake.

I've seen the dress for the bridesmaid. It's a beautiful light green.

Just what I need to make my wedding dress stand out.

You should see it, it comes with gloves and a ribbon, all of the same color.

We have to find the right flowers to match the dress, of course.

- Flowers with a light yellow tone, maybe. - Yes, you're right.

- I'm sorry, but I have to go. - With all the things we have to do?

We'll do everything!

- Don't forget we're meeting the furniture maker at 6! - I won't, don't worry!

What a guy...

Hello?

Hi, Michael. It's me, Sarah.

The ferry girl, remember?

Of course I remember you. Hi, Sarah.

How did you get my phone number?

Take a guess. Your wallet.

- You lost it on the ferry. - Really?

I want you, Michael.

I really want to see you again.

Come here, please. Come here now.

Fifth avenue, number 13. Seventh floor. Sarah Asproon.

Hello?

Hello, taxi service?

Sarah, there's something I have to tell you.

I'm getting married in 11 days.

And there's no way I'm going to postpone it.

I'll settle for the time you have left. You'll be mine for 11 nights.

I won't pretend one more minute out of you.

- More dessert, Michael? - I'm fine, thanks.

What is it, Michael? You don't like the dessert my wife made?

- Quite the opposite, it's delicious. - Just one more slice, Michael... - Mom!

- What's the matter? - Please! - I cooked it for him, Helen.

He'd better get used to your mother's desserts,

since you two will live here for the first few months.

- Dad, please! - Here? Oh...

Michael, Helen will not live at the house of a former bachelor.

You won't stay here with us for long, of course,

my husband has already found a beautiful flat for you two.

The only issue is it'll be ready in 6 months.

Samuel planned it carefully.

You'll pay it in small monthly payments, Michael. Your bank agreed to it.

We just want Helen to be happy.

- Are you happy, Michael? - Er...

I'm sorry, but I have to leave now. I've got to finish an importantjob.

It was a lovely dinner.

We'll talk about the flat and everything else some other time.

If you don't mind, of course.

Helen and I had different plans, you see.

Are you there, Sarah?

Anybody home?

Where are you?

It's me, Michael.

Where are you?

"Michael, turn on the set and start the tape."

Hello, Michael. Something has come up.

I'm not home and I don't know when I'll be back.

That's rich...

I'll have to wait.

Thanks for the champagne,

but I don't think you should open it without me.

- What? - Female intuition, honey.

You wanted to impress me tonight,

but now you're feeling a little betrayed.

Isn't that right, Michael?

But I didn't want to leave you alone.

See, Michael?

It feels just like me being there with you.

I'll become real without you even realizing it, you'll see.

I want to make love with you, Michael.

I want you, I want to feel the heat of your skin,

I want to feel you inside me.

Look at me, Michael...

Don't you see how much I want you?

Look how wet I'm getting.

Take me, Michael.

- Take me... - Sure, but how?

Don't leave, Michael.

You can feel my perfume in the air.

Can you feel it, honey?

I want to enter your mind, deep within your soul.

Michael, my love...

Oh, Michael... ljust crave to see you.

I want to see you so badly I'm hurting myself inside.

Jeez, that's making me crazy!

Hello?

Why did you stop looking at me, Michael? Don't be so mean.

- Where are you, Sarah? - There with you, but you don't want me.

Why? Do you want me dead, Michael?

I'm crazy about you yet you reject me. It's not nice.

- Why don't you come here, Sarah? - I already am, don't you see me?

- I want you here for real. - Use your imagination, honey.

I've got no imagination, sorry.

I don't like watching, I'd rather do.

Call me old-fashioned.

You sure you don't like watching me, Michael?

Show me what you can do, then.

You should have seen the look on your face...

when you were ready to open the bottle!

You looked so funny.

I don't see what's so funny about it.

I'll be serious, then.

Her body was hot enough to uncork the bottle of champagne,

but not hot enough to unzip her lover's pants!

Isn't it funny?

- Why don't you try me now? - I don't see why not, honey.

- What's this stain? - The dessert at Helen's house.

Who's Helen?

- She's... - Forget it, I don't care.

I don't want you talking about other women when we're together.

Michael, why don't you try to rape me?

What?

Do it, please. I want to be raped, l really do.

All right, let's go to my place or yours, and I swear I'll do it.

Forget it about the house. Where's the fun for a woman to be raped in a house?

Women are supposed to be raped in the streets, honey.

Didn't you know that?

No! Help! He wants to rape me!

Please don't hurt me! Help!

Jeez, what a bitch...

My husband is a little shy.

Michael?

Michael!

Thank the officer.

- Thank you, officer. - My pleasure. - Goodbye.

Good bye.

Did I scare you, huh?

Listen, Sarah. You're gorgeous, you're a knockout of a lady...

but I'm tired. Let's stop seeing each other, at least for a while.

Maybe we could see each other again in a few months, if you're up to it.

And perhaps resume from where we stopped and spend a few days together.

All right?

Bye.

Hi.

Want to know the truth? You're nuts and I'm a jerk.

Feel how wet I am...

Hgy...

- What happened to your panties? - I ate them.

- Ok, that's how we'll do it. - This is for Mr. Terenzi. - I'll take it, thanks.

We gotta talk, Michael. Do you recognize this?

Someone sent them to you with the message "this is the pair I ate yesterday".

"Put them on and think about me".

They also sent a card with an appointment note.

- "See you this evening at 10:30 at the French Cafe" - Give me the panties, Dan.

They're classy and see through.

Cut it out, Dan.

They smell nice, too.

Look at that guy...

Who knows what was in this pair of panties!

- Stop it, everybody's staring. - ls that so?

Cut it out, Dan.

They're not your size anyway!

First time I see two men fighting over a pair of women's panties!

Life is a constant surprise!

- Well... - Do you want to come in for a drink?

N0, Helen, I can't.

Dan is making me work like a mule in view of my honeymoon leave.

Give me a kiss, at least.

Not like this.

I want a real kiss.

I must go now, or I'll risk falling asleep before even starting to work.

All right.

- Bye. - See you tomorrow, darling.

Thanks.

Are you wearing my panties?

Give me a couple minutes and then follow me.

What if some lady comes in?

Be a good boy.

Follow me.

Come on.

What are you afraid of?

Well, not bad. Not bad indeed.

Even if you don't look much like a woman...

Take off your clothes. I want to see how you look with my panties on.

Oh, honey...

Hey! My clothes!

You can wear my dress.

I'm sure it'll look lovely on you.

Trust me, dear.

You'll drive all the men crazy.

And I'll still like you, no matter what.

You nuts or what?

D0 it for me, please.

Hurry UP!

One last touch...

Done.

You're not a bad looking hooker.

Take a look at yourself.

What do you say?

- You don't really want me to... - Don't keep rne waiting.

- That sure was a fantastic... - I'm such a fool!

- Are you hurt, madam? - I'm fine, thank you.

Your card.

Sign here, please.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Hurry up, will you.

I'm fed up with your dumb games, Sarah! Do you understand me?

I had enough!

Sarah!

Where are you going? Wait!

Taxi!

Stop it.

- Good evening. - Our key, please.

- Shit! - A lady never swears, you know.

Thanks.

I booked a room under your name, honey.

- After you, madam. Or is it miss? - Damn it!

What's so funny about these stupid pranks?

Take my clothes off and give them back to me, I'm leaving for good!

Why don't you undress me, honey?

That'd be more exciting, don't you think?

I'm you and you're me.

It's fun to play the man from time to time.

You're a little slut, you know that, honey?

Yes. Yes, I'm a slut.

I'm you and you're me.

But now fuck me, darling!

Yes...

Not bad, interesting enough.

There's still something missing, though.

Something special, something unique.

You'll think of something, dear. It's not like you're lacking imagination.

I guess my imagination isn't on par with yours, dear.

Sarah!

Here I am.

Come closer, Michael.

Why don't you hug me a little?

D0 you feel cold?

No.

You're cold. You're behaving awfully distant lately, Michael.

You almost don't even notice me.

It's only an impression.

It is, I mean it.

Well...

- I've been working a lot, I feel tired. - Poor dear!

I'll see you're always rested enough after we get married.

Let's go.

- Mr. Terenzi? - Yes? - Your order.

What order?

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Who's going to eat all this food?

- Hey, Michael! That's a cute kimono! - Hi! - Dig in, people!

Hi!

- Look at that! - I'm a sucker for buffet parties!

- Take a seat! - Save something for me!

I'll try this one!

It's so good!

These spring rolls are great!

Let's get this party started!

Take care of it, Charlie!

Let's take a look at Michael's music selection.

Yeah, that's a good one!

It's party time, guys!

I love Asian food!

- It's fiery yet delicate! - You're right!

Come on, guys, enough eating, let's listen to the music!

Get it on!

Come on!

Hgy...

Let's party!

Delicious, don't you think?

- Isn't your friend having fun? - I don't think so, Charlie.

He's standing there like a fool!

Out! Everybody out! Get lost!

- But why, Michael? - Out!

- We were having fun... - You! You stay!

- It was such a fun party... - What happened? - I can't believe it.

- Well, see you around, sweetie. - Bye.

Call me when you wanna have some fun.

Come on, don't make that face.

You have to play by my rules, if you really want me to stay.

Yes...

Bye.

What do you mean "bye"?

See you soon, dear.

Sarah! What kind of a prank is this? Come back here, now!

Michael!

Hey, Michael!

Wait! Don't run away this time!

You're a sadistic nutter.

What's the fun in those sick pranks you do?

Oh, Michael, you can't be that angry with me.

If the cleaning lady hadn't shown up...

...the ropes would have snapped my wrists in two. Look.

Poordean

Who do you think I am?

- I'm not a masochist. - Honey...

I want to make love with you.

Here.

- Oh... - Agift for you.

It's my way to apologize for your wrists.

I like a man who wears gold on his skin.

It's usually men that buy make up gifts.

Not always.

- It's an evidence of submission. - ls it?

What does "number 100" mean?

I hope you like it.

I do, it's beautiful.

But you really shouldn't have.

Can you sing, by the way?

- Worse than a tone-deaf bell. - It doesn't matter.

That's a smart dog, you know?

You auditioning too?

- What? - Are you here for the audition?

No.

- I'm a great songwriter. Want to hear a song? - Sure.

Listen to this, then.

J' I think about your cute blue pimples and I like you even morelJ'

II think of you doing poop and I like you even moreU'

J'That's what love is, my l0ve...J'

What do you think?

Well, it's 0k.

It was great, I'm serious. You're gonna make it.

Michael Terenzi to the first floor.

- Good luck. - Thank you.

J' I think about your cute blue pimples and I like you even morelJ'

II think of you doing poop and I like you even moreU'

J'That's what love is, my l0ve...J'

- Hello. - Hi, Michael. Sarah's waiting for you.

- What is this place? - A temple of art, my friend.

Sarah's kingdom.

- You mean this is all hers? - Well, half 0f it is also mine.

- The waiting room's that way. She's waiting for you. - Ok.

- Sarah, let's resume from the last lyric. - Give me a moment, Charlie.

Put this on.

- We're ready! - Song's starting.

Get ready.

- Almost there, Sarah. - Good, set it up and get out of here!

Yes, master.

All set, Sarah. Good luck, Michael.

It's up to you now.

I can't sing, Sarah.

You don't have to.

We have to add the moaning.

And I want them to be real.

Such a beautiful film.

It was so tender, so romantic...

It was terrific.

Michael? Michael?

You were sleeping.

Is it over already?

Take me home.

Helen, listen.

Nothing... Bye.

You home, Sarah?

What are you doing here?

Who told you to come here?

I'll tell you when you can come here.

Please, Sarah. I want to stay with you.

I need to make love with you now.

Or I'll go crazy.

You don't get it, honey. There's someone else in my bed.

Is it clear now?

I don't give a damn. Tell him to leave!

D0 it yourself, then.

After you.

Of course I'll tell him myself!

Hey, who's this girl?

Well, Michael? Why don't you tell her to leave?

Hi, Michael. You're really cute.

Come on, Michael. What are you waiting for? Kick her out.

Michael, meet Frances.

What are you waiting for? Can't you see I'm in heat?

I'll leave you two alone.

Hey, Sarah!

Don't waste time, dear.

Come here, cutie. I don't bite. Come on.

I can't believe this happened to me.

This kid here isn't easy to please...

or maybe he's just a faggot. Now give me my money.

I'm sorry, Sarah, but it wasn't my fault.

Bye, see you soon.

Would you like some?

G0 on.

- Thanks. - You're welcome, son.

Helen!

- What are you doing here? - I've been waiting for you for hours.

But it doesn't matter now. You're here and I want to spend the night together.

And tomorrow I want to wake up by your side.

You can't stay here, Helen.

You must go home.

Don't send me away, Michael.

Let's go, I'll take you home.

Michael...

You have to tell me if you have another woman.

Do you think I didn't notice you've changed so much?

Don't worry, though, I know how these things work.

I know because I love you.

You're a handsome man, I can understand why other ladies like you. I can accept it.

I don't want to make a scene.

I know I'm a disaster when it comes to love matters,

but I know you'll help me to learn.

If that's what you want.

Helen, what are you doing here? What happened?

Nothing serious, I hope. Sit down.

Come on, sit down.

Anything to drink? Whatever you want.

- Where is he? - Who?

- Michael! - He's out on business, he'll return soon.

- You're making him work too much. - We're behind schedule with a project.

And does he have to work at night, too?

- Every night, without exception? - Helen, please...

You know how ourjob is. Always under pressure, no regular schedules, we can't...

- How is she? - What are you talking about?

Is she good-looking?

- I don't know what you're talking about! - Stop playing with me, Dan.

- I assure you that... - Don't tell me you don't know her!

- But who? - You're my friend, Dan.

We are longtime friends.

Listen, Helen, I barely saw her once.

And, in any case, it will be over soon.

Don't worry, she's nothing for him, relax.

- She's just an adventure for him. - But we're getting married in 5 days!

Everything is going to be fine, Helen. Don't be so dramatic.

Go home now, ok?

- Just wait. He'll be back like a puppy. - lt doesn't matter! I'm sorry I told you!

Shit...

What an asshole.

Hey, Michael! Wait, I got something to tell you, man.

I don't like the way you're behaving with Helen lately.

She's a friend of mine and you're treating her like a cheap hooker...

you can kick out whenever it pleases you!

- You're making her suffer. - I'm sorry.

Oh, good. He says he's sorry.

The girl you're supposed to marry in less than a week...

has become a wreck, and it's all your fault!

And the only thing you can say is that you're sorry!

This has got to end, Michael. You either break it off and apologize to Helen...

or leave that poor girl alone forever!

Cut it out, Dan. I'm old enough to decide what I should or shouldn't do.

- Is that clear? See you. - Clear, sure.

What an asshole.

Helen!

Oh, Michael. I cheated on you.

I didn't want to drink, but he insisted. I almost didn't notice anything.

Let's go.

Come on.

You're blind drunk.

There. It'll make you feel better.

It's not true that I cheated on you.

He suddenly started to touch me.

I wanted to do it...

but his sweaty hands made me sick.

It started by chance.

It was like a joke at first.

A game.

But now I can feel her in my blood.

She's like a drug.

I can't do without her.

Do you think I don't understand it, Michael?

I'm strong enough to give up on you if you love someone else,

but not like this.

Not like this.

N0, I don't love her.

I don't think so, at least.

I just feel so confused.

I don't know what to do.

- Hello? - Hello, Michael.

- Who is it? - It's Sarah, don't you recognize me?

- I'm tired. - We're almost done.

Only a few nights left.

And we have to use every second of them.

Every night.

Every moment.

Without exception.

And we'll do it my way, remember it. Are you willing to do anything for me?

I have something important to tell you, Sarah.

I don't want to hear anything, Michael.

I only want you to answer yes or no.

And you have to do it now.

Yes. And we'll do it your way, Sarah.

You're not doing itjust for the book anymore, huh?

You're right.

This story has no place with the others. Michael must be erased from the book.

- We'll make up our number 100. - What are you talking about?

Have you lost your mind?

Don't you get it?

This time I've become entangled in my own game.

We've gone too far.

No man has ever given me that much.

And that's the reason your story with Michael is so great.

- Don't you get it, Sarah? - Of course, dear.

It's great for me, but it surely isn't for him...

or for those who'll read my book.

- All settled, then? - Yeah.

You go in and act like everything's normal.

- Don't be too intrusive. - Sure, I'll be a good boy. Relax.

- Remember it, whatever happens. - Yeah, yeah.

Okay, okay.

- Here. - Thanks.

- Wait a few minutes. - Right.

What the fuck you think you're doing? Get out!

- He started it! - Go away!

- It was his fault! - Out!

Poordeanu

Michael?

Michael!

Good morning, Michael. It's time to wake up.

Let's have breakfast together, shall we?

I wanted to tell you that that was our last night, Michael.

You'll become a stranger the moment you'll get out of this house.

It'll be like you never existed for me.

What is this, Sarah, another one of your games?

Eleven nights, don't you remember?

By the way, don't you have something to do this morning?

There's a girl waiting for you to get married, if I'm not mistaken.

Right, I understand.

What does this mean?

Don't be shocked, you've been great research material for my book.

"My 100 Men". I have a press conference due in 3O minutes, I have to hurry.

You can take a shower while I finish getting ready.

I was your number 100, then?

Don't you worry.

I've cut your name from the book.

You aren't that much important.

It's the other 99 that need to worry.

Your character doesn't really need a name, after all.

There's nothing erotic in a ridiculed man like you.

Don't you think so?

- So you did it all for your filthy book! - You're hurting me!

- Why did you choose me? Why? - Because you're so helpless, Michael!

The opposite of the other ones, the right one to tame! Get your hands off me!

- This story isn't over yet! - Stop! You're hurting me!

- N0! - Number 100 wants to rewrite the ending!

- Michael, stop! No! - I won't!

Please!

- Stay still! - No! Michael, please!

- Stay still, I said! - Don't act like this!

No!

Please, no...

No!

Stop wriggling!

You don't even deserve this.

Farewell, Sarah.

N0...

I didn't want it to end like this, Michael...

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

Helen, forgive me.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi