All language subtitles for Eva.Braun.Sex.und.Politik.2015

In loving memory of Angelo,
thank you for everything you taught me.

Being powerful is like being a lady.

If you need to prove it, you're not.
Margaret Thatcher.

What do you think of the fame of your son?
A reporter asked to my mother.

Oh - she replied: "he was a scoundrel
since he was a child." Errol Flynn.

"Elected by the people, elected by God."

Show me the pussy.

Suck my cock.

50 bucks more.

Done.

What?

The bubbles.

We are coming to get you.

- Good morning.
- Hello, George, hello.

Same as always?

The point is that I grew up very lonely.

As far as I remember, I was always afraid
of anything sexual.

Bataille !

"Story of the Eye."

You look more handsome, George.

He is always willing to help, even if
they try to hurt him.

Pier, in that regard,
is a special person.

He wants everyone
really love each other.

In fact, he is the one
who taught me to love well.

Will you let me take some pictures?

Okay.

Take off your bra.

Also
panties, take them off.

Take them off.

Good.

Now put the cap on.

No.

Come on, put it on.
Put the cap on.

Okay.

Not bad.

This will be the album cover.

Am I thin?

You didn't even take a look.

Do I look old?

You swear?

Are you Bea?

Pick it up.

The dish with cat milk?

Put it over there.

Now sit on.

Now get up.

We stood there, stunned.
But then he suddenly returned

with his potty, stopped right on the carpet,

pulled his underpants down,
and squatted there ahead of us.

We died laughing, remember?

- I was not there that night, in fact.
- Really?

I was sure you were there.

Well, back to us.

Everyone is saying

this is the right time for our business.

There is a high demand for
welness centers and spas.

I showed you the new brochures.

- They're good, right?
- Yes, I saw them, but I come for something else.

I came to talk about the delay
of 4 months' rent.

You are 20,000 euros behind.

I did everything I could.
I've thought a lot.

The only way out is to sell the villa.

Well, it's not like I'm 20,000 behind.

I'm waiting 20,000 euros they owe me.
It's a little different.

You have to be patient.

After all, you pushed me:

"Elisa, you've inherited your parents' villa.
Don't you open your own business?

You're too talented to be a schoolteacher".

And now I have to sell the villa because
we're waiting for 20,000 euros?!?

The money will come, we will wait.

Money that's still due
no longer counts.

- Not even for me?
- It's not about you.

- There's something wrong with me?
- There's nothing wrong with you.

Unfortunately, we're going through hard times.
You, me, everyone!

I did everything I could.
I talked with my colleagues, with the director.

We've analyzed the budget.

But there are exactly 20,000
euros we need to cover.

So the solution is to sell the
home now, or lose tomorrow.

Sorry, but there's
nothing we can do.

It's not your fault, not mine or anyone.

May I have a glass of water, please?

Sorry if I smoke.

But it's the first thing I
smoke since I woke up.

As soon as I get up and out of bed,

I'm stalked by my husband's cats.

They follow me.
They wait for me outside the bathroom.

They stare at me.
They want to be fed, to be petted.

When you get up, you need
your time, your coffee, your cigar.

Not being chased by cats, staring at me.

I'd kill them. All of them.
Except Tabby.

Tabby is nice. She's beautiful.

Everyone says it's cute.
Even the postman said it.

I told Bea to wear
something nice for you.

Isn't it true that she was dressed
much better when she first met you?

She always looks better
when I pick the clothes for her.

Bea is a good girl.
She can write very well.

I'm sure you already admire her.

So you can help her
working in a major newspaper.

My girl is extraordinary.
It is special, a special daughter.

Elvis's mother used to say that his son was special.
He was her jewel.

You ask Bea and Bea will do it.

Even Elvis became Elvis
thanks to Colonel Parker.

His manager, the Colonel.

Do you remember him?

The capital of Estonia?

- Tallinn.
- Yes!

What do you prefer, Pier?

You choose.

Did I tell you about my mother?

Send them the first and the third piece.

The fact is...

My mother always says she was born in '68

A year after my father.

But yesterday, by chance, I saw her
identification.

I found out she was born in '64.

Can you imagine? In 64.

Imagine she dies.

You go to her funeral. There will be
relatives and friends asking you:

"How old was your mother?"
You answer: "70 years."

Then you read the obituary
and it says 74.

Damn, can you imagine that?

What?

Sara... I think, Von Sternberg's
walking stick was just like this.

His walking stick was his penis, of course.

Come on, Matteo, enjoy one bit!
You have three whistles.

This is the only newspaper of Italy...

Hi, this is the only newspaper in Italy
totally self-funded.

This is the only newspaper in Italy
fully self-financed...

You look good, you know?

When was the last time?
Ten years ago?

Do you remember the airplane?

When I started
this guy was the most important art critic.

One day I met him at the left
winged convention.

They spoke of offering
exhibition spaces for young artists.

The man then said he wanted
to open a gallery

between Via Della Moscova and Garibaldi.

where he would only have new artists

who haven't had solo exhibitions yet.

So after the meeting,
I introduced myself and talked to him.

I said I was a young painter.

That my work was exhibited at
Berlin, Rotterdam, Paris and so on.

But not in Italy, not in my Milan.

So he asked me if
had an agent, a politician,

a friend or a journalist
to sponsor me.

I said no.

He replies:
"No way then."

So I ask him if I can at least show him

some of my work, my art book.

And he replies:
"If you really think so..."

What a jerk, right?

Well, finally he opened his gallery

and was interviewed by all the left-wing
snob journalists

where he says he wanted
to give space to new artists,

new talent and bullshit like this.

Slower, darling!

But when he opened the gallery

he actually exhibits only
of famous artists.

And no fucking critic
or journalist did see.

Well, to be brief.
Ten years passed.

Some friendships have changed.

A few days ago I was
at a bankruptcy sale...

and I bought his house.

Now all his galleries are closed

and he lives in a boarding house.

Giorgio knows him,
he met him the other day at the Bar Mozart,

and the guy asked for someone
who might help him.

I went to the boarding house
where he lives,

I rang the bell, he opened the door.

And I was there with my pants down.

and I shat a nice turd in front of him.

He didn't know what to say.
He didn't recognize me.

He was paralyzed from fear, or perhaps
by the urge to cry.

No, he was actually paralyzed
with shame.

My friend, doesn't this
unite us more than all the art world?

Do you...?

like when I come inside?

Yes.

So why don't you tell me?

I mean, sometimes I wish...

What do you want me to say?
"I like when you come inside me."

- Yes?
- Hi, I'm Sara.

I have an appointment with Benny.

- Benny is not here.
- Well, I'll wait for him upstairs.

He's not coming at the office today.

Sara, dear, I'm sorry.
I have arrived late.

- It does not matter.
- How are you?

Fine, it did not take me too long
to come here.

- That's good then.
- Yes.

Listen, I have to tell you something.

I can't produce your movie.

What are you talking about?
Next week...

I think I'm not the right producer
for your movie.

I've thought a lot.
For a project like that I'm not right.

Your story is of a type
that's not possible to finance.

And without funding,
you're not going anywhere in this country.

Unless you have contacts
politicians. I do not have.

Had one in the Democratic Party but it's gone...

- And you found out now?
- No no no...

I did not found now.

True when I read the script
for the first time...

Wait a minute, Benny.

We have been working on this project for a year.

Last week we chose the actors
and we went to scout locations...

You know it very well.
Wait a minute, let me talk.

At this point, I don't know,
I thought the film was to be made.

That's how it used to be,
but things are different now.

But you're not even listening to me.

I'm not saying your movie is not going to happen.
I'm just saying I can't do it.

But there is a solution. This movie,
yours, you make it by yourself.

I know a lot of people who can

help. Young people from the Film School.

Hell, are very good people,
young, crazy about the movies.

They want to work and
they are extremely talented.

Of course they're not as
mature talent as you,

they're immature, young, but with
hunger to tell a story.

Believe me, with very little money
all production is done.

You or your parents must have some savings.

Anyway, what you need is a low budget.
It will not be that difficult.

Sorry.

You can wait, listen.

Bresson once said:

"Youngster will come and they will make
their own films with their own money."

Wonderful.
Wait a second.

I have to go sign some papers.

Then we have a cup of coffee and talk.

Is it okay?
You will wait for me?

Sorry. A small thing.
It says: AD 007.

007, my license plate.
My dream since I was a child.

Wait for me!

Romy.

Good morning, teacher.

I will show you your rooms in few moments.

We're going to meet once a week,
more or less.

Pier preferres Mondays.

We call you and we pick you up.

As I said, there is nothing
special to know.

It's just afternoons with friends.

We joke, hang out, play games.

Normal things.

Tell him your dreams.

Pier wants only to be kind to him.

Do whatever he asks,

and in the end you'll get
what you asked for.

Don't tell anyone about this.
Least of all on the phone.

Consider yourself really lucky.

These days, everyone wants to be here.

Let's go.

- Have you ever meet Valentino?
- Who?

The racing pilot.

Maybe someone introduced him at a party.
Do you have a painkiller?

The sun has always been a symbol of beauty
and energy.

Its own virtue inspires this
welness center - "The Sun Temple."

All treatments are inspired by the same philosophy.

True wellness can only

exist when the flow of energy runs free,

creating harmony between body and mind.

- What do you think?
- You write well.

Thanks.

Everyone says that this time is
just right for a business like this.

- Many spa holidays are sold...
- What did you do before?

I used to be a high school teacher and
before that I wrote for a newspaper,

but now newspapers are
extincted, so the teachers.

Write something for me, as a gift.

Okay.

But, what would you like me to write?

- A text, a presentation...
- This seems to be a beautiful place.

That is my Villa.

Why don't you live there now?

Close the business, enjoy the landscape and
write something for me.

Are you crazy?

She told me I'll never be a real singer.

Why not?

Because he's not sincere.

The little green horse drove the town crazy

truly everyone: children,
grandparents, bankers,

ice cream makers, barbers, teachers,
drivers, workers, jugglers.

Even the guard stadium,
all went to see his race.

The race always took place at
the old abandoned soap factory.

His opponents were: Flash,
Wind, North Star,

Shalpy, Yellow Mint, Sister Pegasus.

All fastest thoroughbred in the country

who had won more races
than any other champions.

Their jockeys were the most popular

among all families and women of Italy.

Fuck, these modern games.

The little green horse... no one knew
who he was or where he came from.

He didn't belong to anyone, liked
only children and the elderly.

But the elderly without glasses. They were
the only ones allowed to touch him.

And everyone said:
Ah, if only the show "Search The Cockerel"

were still running every Sunday

then they would be here to film us
and interview.

That story is freaking me.

And the little green horse
ran so fast that Yellow Mint

after three laps he began to cry terribly.

While Flash said he would only run

at the city center bank, where there is a large lounge
because it has no competitors there.

Children screamed and you couldn't see
a single old person with glasses

because the little green horse
didn't like them, and nobody knew why.

Hey, give me the number.

336 123 123 7.

Shit, she was a virgin.

Fuck, I passed next level!

And the little green horse crossed
the finish line for the ninth time

and everyone thought the day was over

because in a few hours it would be Monday.

And all would have to return to work.

But thanks to the little green horse,
Sunday would be three times more!

The people celebrated, ate and listened to music!

What a champion the little green horse!

A champion inside and outside
the race track.

Have you been in many cities for business?

Like what?

Paris, Berlin, London, Moscow,
Santiago de Chile, Rio de Janeiro

New Delhi, etc, etc.

In what city you want to live?

I would like to live in Africa
or South America.

People are poor but happy.

Because they live with what they have,
the sun is shining and warm.

There are fruits and don't care
about the things we have here.

Why?

Pier, I love you.

Everyone thinks your life is weird...

But I think you're just unhappy.

I'm just a stupid girl with
stupid dreams, but...

I understand that everything
you do, you do because...

You are sensitive and know how to love.

PIER-VIS THE PELVIS .

Tell me, the other day
at the party

With the two girls, did you fuck them?

Can you believe that?
You are saying that the only reason

you wouldn't fuck those two girls
was not to hurt me.

But you're not the jealous type, right?

You're not jealous of me.

Can you tell me why not?

Do you remember one night in the dining room

when we were sitting at the table, next to

a naval officer and those other two officers?

I could not stop thinking about him.

And yet, at no time, was he ever out of my mind.

I was sure that if I had wanted me
even for one night only,

I was ready to give up everything.

My whole fucking future with you,
everything.

And the strangest thing was that at the same time
I loved you more than ever.

And my love for you was a love...

tender, but sad.

Score!

Yesterday I read a phrase I can't
get out of my head.

Art is not a mirror reflecting

the world, but a hammer to carve it.

Do you think that's true?

I think so.

- It's Mayakovsky.
- I know.

You look a little like him.

I'd like to interview you for the newspaper.
Do you think I could?

I'm sure you have many
interesting things to say.

I don't want to end up like Amy Winehouse.

You know, I wish you knew my mother.

Well, more or less,
won't be a problem.

Because she always says I'm with people
badly dressed

because they all are communists.

I'm sure if you could see her,
she will change her mind.

Do you think I'm well dressed?

What happens?

My dog Brian is dead.

It was only four years younger than me.

I'm sorry.

I was also very sad
when my dog died.

What was its name?

His name was Tommy.

It was the last gift from
my father before he died.

So when Tommy died...

It was like I lost my father twice.

Can I?

Did I tell you about my movie?

No.

It's about social networks.

- Really?
- Yes.

Practically it's about a group of young
Milanese high society.

Those who go to the best schools like
Leone or San Carlo.

You know, I met many of them.

A group of these guys created
fake Facebook profiles

to expose pedophile priests.

But they discovered some
hidden secrets of the Vatican

and they were locked up in secret cells
of the Basilica of San Pedro.

The keys are thrown away, and they are now
sentenced to the death penalty. Crazy.

Do you know that the Vatican
is the only state in Europe,

still it has the death penalty?

I got the idea when I read
"Sex and the Vatican,"

and then some interviews on the internet.

I do not know, I would be ashamed
to show my face,

but they do not care, continue
with the pontificate

and even create Facebook accounts.

The Facebook should only
be used for business.

Marta says it's bullshit.
That is an obvious thing.

But the important thing is how
you do the film, right?

Course.

I think she's just envious.

She is a communist.

The Italy of hatred.

But love always wins.

No, no, leave it on.

Kneel.

Damn, every time
is more complicated!

- Good morning, sir.
- Easy, easy.

- Want?
- No, thank you, George.

"There is nothing more fragile than
beauty of women.

Just a knife in the hands of a black man,

and in three movements your pearl, your idol,

your masterpiece of creation,
will look like the head of a skinned calf."

"The Portrait of an Englishman in his Chateau"

Bravo, George.

If I were capable of love
probably I'd get married

and faithfully would love my wife,

through all the trials
and the greatest sacrifices.

But love is a worn-out word.

Mom, Dad left me something in his will?

Sure, Matteo.

I mean something specific,
something just for me.

Something that belonged to him
just for me.

What do I know? A book, a pen, his glasses?

- I don't know.
- He didn't...

Walk in circles.

Stop!

Get down.

You've got one on your right,
and another on the left.

One is your girlfriend, the other
is your mother. Choose one.

The one you don't fuck,
will lick your cum on the other's thigh.

Good luck.

Are you retarded?

Do you always do what you are told, right?

Idiot.

Tell me.

We have to answer the questions
for the TV show by Monday

in the order they made for us.

- Can you see them tonight?
- No.

I'll give you the list early morning.

You can read while you're heading to the airport.

I have sent you the Brussels schedule.

- I sent it to you this morning.
- Really?

On Monday, Guenda, the girl I introduced you
at the stadium, won't be able to come.

She's in the hospital.
Someone assaulted her on the street.

Yes?

What are you thinking?

I think: Romy, who really loves you?

Who are you engaged to?
Who fucks you? But then I tell you: Really?

Are you all right, Pier?

Romy, how long have you worked for me?

7 years.

Then don't you dare speak to me
this way again.

Sara, greet Brian.
Bea's dog.

Hello, Brian.

Too much heat this morning.

Give him a handjob.

Come on, Bea!
Look what a limp dick!

Honey, do you really think a corpse
can get hard?

A miracle.

I always believed in you.

I could just see looking at you.

The year you had your final exams,
I left school too.

We both left.
Remember, Romy?

Guess, I met Magrassi,
one or two years ago.

He told me he was going to London,
because he was out of opportunities here.

Everybody leaves.

For me it is time to return to teaching.

Do what I do best: teach.

How about you? You are happy?

What a stupid question, right?

"He thought to shave
his beard before leaving.

Because looking himself
in the mirror, he realized

that the little dimple in the chin,
his only weapon of seduction,

it was hidden under hair.

He realized with horror that
he had no razorblades.

Startled, he stumbled
into the laundry basket

lost the grip on the sink...

He tried to grab the shower hose.

But it broke away, crashing on the floor,
with his forehead hitting the blue tiles.

Fate had given him another
dimple, on his forehead.

But unfortunately he had to die to earn it."

You tell him you're leaving.

- Otherwise he will be angry...
- I don't give a fuck!

He's a piece of shit.
He has ruined my life.

He got me into this bloody mess

and when everything explodes,
I'll be the one fucked up, not him.

He'll save his fucking face,
his flabby ass.

and he doesn't even thank me...

Sorry.

I just spoke out of jealousy.

I need to spend some time with my parents.

All right.

George will take you there.

- Are you reading it?
- Yes.

And?

You write very well.

I used to come to this house with my father.

- Like it?
- Yes, very much.

What if we moved to London?
Would you like it?

Yes, of course.

Come inside me.

Why didn't you tell me who your father is?

But I did.

- Incredible.
- But yes, I did.

- When we first met.
- No, you did not.

- I told you he spoke very highly of you.
- You did not tell me.

- That's why I wanted to meet you.
- You did not tell me.

I told you.

Do you know how long I know your father?

- Do you know how long?
- Yes.

Before you were born.

I know, in fact
we talk about it.

What I want to understand what the hell
you're doing here!

You don't need money, contacts

or phone number!
What the fuck are you doing here?

Your father can not understand
what I'm doing

I'm doing for you, for you,

For you, for you, for you.
And all to come!

Go to hell.

You should have called right away,
now it will be a disaster.

I know.

But you always said not to use phones.

Who knows...

... When...

... Shall we go?

Good girl.

You should have studied in
a convent school.

They should have made a saint, bitch!

I need not tell you

should not say one word
about what happened here.

Pier arranged your payments in advance.

So, if you do what I say,

you'll get your money in 6 or 7 months.

Yes, and what about his
promises to us?

I could have found the money by myself,

but the contacts...
- I want to know...

What about those people he was
supposed to put me in touch with?

I didn't do everything I did for nothing.

He was supposed to help me with my record.

Obviously that is not possible now.

Pier is dead.
His name now is worthless.

Can I keep his books?

They are the only things of value
the jerk left.

Yes, but I'm talking about my movie.

Pier had liked my script,
had even spoken with a...

With whom?

Stop telling yourself this bullshit.

Take the money and use it
for what you can do for real.

Now do not be afraid.

What happened, it happened
unfortunately.

Regardless, you all did very well.
It is true.

I am pleased with you.
I know you are trustworthy.

Once I find someone

able to fulfill your real ambitions,
I will call you.

"I am...

the first bride ever...

... and in the last bride I shall reincarnate.

Wherever she is...

... there will be an Eden."

"Eve's Diary", by Mark Twain

Well done, Romina.

What a beautiful little girl.

Hello, beautiful.
What's your name?

Her name is Eva.
Like Eva Braun.