All language subtitles for Devil in the Flesh [1986] 1080p.eng

...where you got it,
the white tablecloth,

as soon as dinner is finished!

Look out, the dead are coming!

The sad, pale dead!

Later on in the same poem,
The Tablecloth,

a little later the poem continues:

The little girl's already grown up:

she looks after the house, and works...

she does the washing and cooking,

does everything as it was done then.

She thinks of everything,
but not of clearing the table.

She lets the dead,
the good, poor dead come.

This means that the dead
in Pascoli's poem

are never frightening,
persecuting presences,

indeed they're the only
presences with whom

the poet can have a relationship,
cry and be consoled.

They're his own family:
his dad, his mum...

childhood happiness.

All of this is highly idealised.

The dead talk to him:

There's a voice in my life...

Precisely due to the
goodness of these emotions

and the cult of and
attachment to the family,

the unavoidable sense of duty...

Pascoli became the poet
par excellence in school books.

which, however, are never concerned enough

Fuck off!

with emphasising the extreme...

Miss! Miss, look at me!

What's happening?

Don't move.
What's happening?

I told you not to move!

Don't lean out, don't lean out!

Leave me alone!

Miss? Miss, look at me!

Look at me!

Look at me.

You'll feel completely
different in an hour.

Calm down!

Please, miss, calm down.

Look, I'm a Catholic priest.
Please look at me!

Look at me, miss!

Miss, Christ said our life
isn't our own, it's God's.

You can't cut it short.

Please miss, look at me.

Our life isn't ours, it's God's,
it's he who decides.

Think of other people!

Think of people suffering more than you,

the dying, the sick!

Please look at me!

Please look at me, miss.

Think of...

Look at me miss,
I'm a Catholic priest.

Alright maybe you're not a Catholic,

but you'd definitely be a Christian,

you'd believe in something.

Think, think about your brother,
your father and mother.

Miss, I know that this is
a sad time for you,

a difficult moment.

Maybe you'll think completely
differently in an hour.

Anita I beg you, don't do it.

What have we done to you?

Stop, she's going to jump.

Don't lean out, for god's sake.

Help me!

Help me!

Help me!

Let me through, let me through.

- Over here.
- Take her.

Careful.

Take her to the principal's office.

- No!
- To the principal's office!

Let her be for a moment,
she feels bad.

Lets go, come on!

Come on, move.

Father, be careful not to let water

fall into the courtyard.

Oh, I didn't realise.

- Shall we go?
- Lets go.

Giulia, don't forget the flowers.

Yes, mum.

May I?

COLONEL MARIO DOZZA
VICTIM OF TERRORISM

A document?

Any metal objects?

- Thank you.
- No problem.

We are approaching the decision
of the competent judges.

They base their guilty verdicts

exclusively on the declarations
of the repentants,

the so-called super-grasses!

They have great interest in making

the most serious accusations

given the enormous rewards,

meaning the huge reductions
in sentence given to them

under the laws of 1979
and L.304 of 1982.

Mr President,
Honourable Judges,

among the important criteria
included in many sentences

is so-called 'moral complicity',

for which the member of an
armed subversive organisation

must answer for the sole reason of

- having participated in that organisation...
- Can I help you?

Would you mind taking this to Pulcini?

Well, it's not permitted.

Oh, please.

Alright, I'll ask the Captain.

- Thank you.
- Give it to me.

The accused, Ennio Giorgetti,

has to answer to 2 murders,

- Hi, Giulia.
- Good morning, madam.

even though he has not
committed any of those crimes,

and even though there's no proof that

he participated in the
carrying out of those crimes,

meaning in their preparation,
creation or conclusion.

In this case there's no proof

of the participation of the accused

in the previously-mentioned events,

and hence there's no proof
of his conscious voluntary

contribution to the criminal events

A contribution which
in any case should have

a direct motive linked
with the criminal events.

Now to sum up, Mr President
and Honourable Judges...

the 'disassociateds' contribution to the

reconstruction of that unknown world,

the subversive world.

The so-called
'compartmentalisation' of the

various clandestine structures
constitutes a curtain,

an inviolable wall preventing knowledge

of the most terrible secrets
of the organisation.

But following Tartaglia and Gatti,

others have collaborated

in the dismantling of this apparatus

and the annihilation of that
'geometrical force',

as Piantanida loves to call it.

Those who have bloodied
our city's streets

and left indelible signs in all of us.

Mr President,

gentlemen of the Court,

there are men who hide their own guilt,

others who make amends.

There are unwritten laws

where a conspiracy of
silence isn't a crime.

But the rule for the survival
of criminal organisations...

if someone tears the veil,
they break the bonds

which connected them
to the subversive organisation

and for this reason, gentlemen,
they are called 'vile'.

Look.

- Where?
- In the hard cases' cage.

How many times in this Courtroom...

...reports of suffering and damage...

Can't you see how
they're moving?

Oh yes, now I see them.

- With the papers.
- Yes.

Bloody hell, they really are hard cases!

Don't let them hear you.

Don't look.

- Why not?
- Because...

I don't know. You look too openly,

they'll notice. What's your name?

Andrea.

My name's Giulia.

...concerning the collaboration.

They gave decisive evidence

for the reconstruction
of historic events.

Go to the cage immediately.

Open the door, quickly!

Let them finish!
Let them finish!

So, do you like it?

Yes, it's lovely,

it's enormous.

Is it yours?

Yes, after the wedding.

It's a wedding present,
I'm engaged to Giacomo Pulcini.

Oh, right! GP

Want to row?

No, no.

What are you laughing about?

Stop it!

Row, row row!

Andrea didn't return for lunch.

I'm a bit worried,
why didn't he call?

- They don't think, love.
- What do they think about?

Goodbye, doctor.

Goodbye, thanks.

Answer.

Come on, it's completely normal.

Hello.

- Good afternoon, doctor.
- Take a seat.

What have pushers
got to do with it?

It's spring, Andrea's 18,
there are girls...

I've got to go now.

I apologise, sir, we'll
make it up at the end.

Doctor,

when I came in I inevitably
overheard your call.

You see, I saw your son
this morning in court,

and other times too.

I recognised him because of
that photo there on the desk.

In court?

Yes, at the Pulcini trial.

What was he doing there?

Ah, that I don't know.

He was in the company of Giulia Dozza,

they left together.

Did I say something wrong?

No. No, no, feel free.

You see...I

I don't know,

when I start talking...

Put your clothes on right away!

Stop!

Come on, go on,
give me a kiss.

Give me a kiss,

what'll it cost you?

Go away, go away!

Come here.

Come.

Wait.

Wait, Giulia.

- Hi, Pietro.
- Hi.

I've got to look for... these.

Andrea, do you have a minute?

Andrea...

Andrea, madness is a
terrible thing, it's no joke.

Giulia...

I don't know what your
relationship is with her,

I'd rather not know,
even though I hope...

Get to the point, dad.

I know Giulia well,
she's completely mad.

Andrea, listen,

you don't spot truly mad people,
they're really dangerous.

They stick to you.

I know what's necessary to stop
them tearing you to pieces.

What? She's fine.

I know.

So why are you
talking to me like this?

- Keep calm!
- You keep calm!

You came home at 10 at night

without warning or phoning us.

It's the first time you did that.

It's also the first time
I've fallen in love.

Alright.

Faced with love...

Do what you want,
you'll pay the price.

But remember,
when Giacomo Pulcini's out...

- When he's out?
- Yes, that's what I said.

How will he get out?
Isn't he a murderer?

But he's a repentant,

he comes under the law for repentants.

Andrea wait.

Take some money. Stop!

Stretch it well.
Otherwise...

The cushions...

I'll go.

Yes?

I'm sorry, I got the wrong floor.

Giulia, I've already watered them.

So, shall we go?

I'll stay for a while...

because I want to start
getting used to the apartment.

You'll have your whole life for that.

Right, but Giacomo strongly advised me

to pay attention to the noise

at all times so I could insulate

the bedroom if necessary.

He wants complete silence,

and if he comes out of prison soon...

Whatever you want.

You don't need to worry about me,
I'll take a taxi.

Yes, alright.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

- Close it.
- Yes.

- Close it.
- Yes.

What's up?

Giulia, we've got to talk,
it's important.

Go on.

I'm in love.

With you! I'm in love with you!

Someone's there, listen!

I forgot to make a call.
Will you make me a coffee?

Yes.

The phone's over there.

I'm going for...

Giulia, what happened?

Giulia, what happened?

There's not even one left.

Who gave them to you?

Do you still want the coffee?

No, no... let's go.

Andrea?

I'm here.

I was afraid you'd have left.

How could I?
You locked me inside.

Oh yes, that's right.

That bitch managed
to make me angry.

Did you see?

- What did you do?
- She didn't want to go away.

How did you get rid of her?

I got her to leave me
outside a church.

Take it.

You know that when I was in there...

she threw a shoe at me.
She almost hit me.

I was hanging on to the frame.

Were you scared,

when I dropped the plates?

You saved me.

You know, I really enjoyed doing it.

DON'T CONTACT ME.
WE MUSTN'T SEE US ANYMORE.
I CAN'T GET CRAZY.

I didn't know what
kind of ring you'd like,

so I brought various models.

There are normal ones,

platinum ones...

and others,

these satin-finished ones, see?

What's on your mind?

The cat's got a cough.

Giulia, don't joke.

No, it's true.

Is there someone else?

Another cat? No!
It's still the same one.

Right...

No, listen, nothing's changed.

There's no reason for you to worry.

Giulia, I want to have a
normal life, really normal.

- I want nothing else, okay?
- Normal.

Being in the majority.

Giulia, I've understood one thing,

an important thing:

I've realised I'm mediocre.

No.

I'm mediocre and I'm proud of it.

Pride in mediocrity,
that's the discovery.

Being like all the rest.

Oh, yes...

I've written a poem.

Oh, will you read it to me?

A nursery rhyme...

Come on...

Sunday lunch on theTyrrhenian Sea.

Confirmations, communions,

everyone has their own opinions.

Everyone has their merits and defects.

Bedrooms sleeping four,

for all the reunited family.

There are no more plates.

Giulia's present,

neither Marxist nor decadent,

neither minimum nor maximum,

absolute normal.

Sleepless nights of love.

Children with grandparents names.

Bowing to the dead,

recognising blame,

my own personal blame.

I'll pay back every penny.

I want to arrive at the depths

of the beautiful and
the ugly in the world.

Really lovely.

Lives, existences, hopes.

Enough culling,

embrace the passers-by,
defend the pregnant.

Wheels with spokes,
believe in the polls,

in what people say,
in those who don't count.

Truly lovely,
carry on.

The sea has no more tuna.

Blessed are the nephews,

uncles, daughter-in-laws and cousins,

the mother-in-laws
and grandchildren.

Sleep in the afternoon...

Not so hard, you're hurting me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

...and with their particular experience,

for precisely this reason,

looking at the living concrete man

for Feuerbach can never signify...

Giulia!

...enclosing oneself in
the isolation of individuality.

Because no single man has within

himself the essence of mankind.

Giulia!

Indeed the essence of man can be

found and realised only in the species.

It's realised in the
whole of humankind,

meaning in the community
of man with man.

In effect this was the mystery,

the main knot to be unravelled,

both in religion and in philos...

Raimondi, what are you doing?

I'm coming in.

Normally you enter by the door...

Usually.

The gate was closed,

I didn't want to be alone.

Do you feel alright?

Well...

Lets carry on, kids.

I want to emphasise at this point that this was,

in effect, the mystery,
the main knot to unravel

both in religion and
Hegelian philosophy.

That's a pretty useless cat!

You're crazy, why did you do it?

You could have killed yourself.

You're totally crazy.

Look, you're all wet.

Come in, undress.

Cover yourself, you'll get cold.

You're still soaked in sweat,
cover yourself.

Excuse me, you're not translating?

What?

An hour's passed and
your sheet's blank.

How much time is left?

What's up?

Raimondi, stop your '68 attitude.

Come on, this place is for work.

Giulia, you should
get dressed, it's late.

Lets go, Giulia.

Ottavio, Ottavio put it on the terrace,

over there.

Ottavio, put it where there's no sun.

There's fine. It doesn't matter,

come with me, thanks.

Hello?

This is Olga Pulcini.

- Good day.
- Is the doctor there?

- Yes.
- Could you get him please? Thanks.

One moment please.

- Doctor?
- Good afternoon, madam.

Good afternoon, doctor.

A minute ago I found your son

in my son Giacomo's double bed.

He's relaxed and carefree.

- Ah...
- Eh!

So you knew?

I knew.

Doctor, are you happy about

your son's relationship with Giulia?

No, no, doctor.

At least admit it but,
excuse me,

you didn't even think you should...

I'm really worried, terrified.

Because my son...

My son must get out, doctor.

My son...

My son must get out
of prison, doctor.

How's Giulia?

Giulia's fine, she's in love.

Yes, she's in love and doesn't realise

she's got my son's destiny in her hands.

No, she's not nasty,

she's irresponsible.

It's useless talking to her,

but she went to the
hearing this morning

and laughed, she laughed alone.

She was dressed and made-up

as if she was going dancing.

Wait.

I've seen something...

What?

What's this?

There's a thread.

She's put threads everywhere.

Mrs Pulcini's gone mad!

Look.

Well, what shall we do?

Shall we leave?

Wait!

Laugh.

Why are you laughing?

Why are you laughing?

What are you thinking,
are you dreaming?

Am I in it too?

Don't laugh.

Don't laugh!

Be careful,
I could cut it off.

It won't take long,
it's easy.

Yes?

Andrea.

- Andrea?
- Eh?

Andrea, what were you dreaming?

- Were you dreaming?
- What are you talking about

What were you dreaming? Tell me.

Look at me, wake up.

Look at me, what were you dreaming?

Was I in it too?

You were laughing all the time.

- Me?
- Yes, you were laughing!

But don't laugh now,

don't laugh.

Tell me, what you were dreaming.

Was I in it?

Yes.

- Hey, slow down!
- And how did it finish?

Who was in it?

You woke me up,
but if I go back to sleep now,

I'll remember.

- No, don't fall sleep.
- No, no.

If you love me,
don't fall asleep.

- Be with me.
- Yes.

- Will you help me to fall asleep?
- Yes.

Yes?

No!

You're disgusting!

No. Stop, stop.

Stop.

Now you'll make me fall asleep.

Please.

Don't be scared,
I won't do anything.

If you don't make me fall
asleep now, I'll kill you.

Now, what have you got to tell me?

I want a nice story.

No, any one will do.

Well...

On the 3rd April 1917,

Lenin arrived in St. Petersburg
from Switzerland.

There was an incredible crowd waiting

for him at the station in the torchlight.

Yes, that's right, torchlight.

But he was a bit tired because,

he'd stood all the way...

And maybe he has a head cold...

...with his Cossack hat.

Yes, it's true.

Listen have you ever seen a photo

of Lenin with a Cossack hat?

He didn't wear a Cossack hat.

Yes, maybe because he has
some little problem...

Lets not forget that Switzerland
is the home of watches.

At that time...

there wasn't any competition...

from Japan.

Giulia.

Giulia.

I can't find the key.

What time is it?

It's 8:20,

I must go to school.

What? You're going to school?

Yes.

- No, come on, stay here.
- I can't

Come back to bed.

You're already bored with me.

Giulia, please,
where did you put the keys?

Find it yourself!
Couldn't you wait till I woke up?

I tried, but I didn't find it.

Stay here and go in
for the second hour.

- No.
- Yes.

No.

And I won't let you out.

Why?

Because I was born this way.
I'm crazy.

You're a real shit!

Andrea! Andrea, forgive me...

So, are you coming to the court?

I'll have a shower and come.

Yes?

Doctor, it's Miss Dozza.

Can you repeat that?

Miss Dozza.

How is she?
What's she wearing?

She's standing in front of me.

Alright, let her in, but in a moment.

Tell my wife I'll be late.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- How's it going?
- Fine.

I'm pleased.

You always look beautiful.

Relax now.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Please...
- Thanks.

Lie down if you want to.

Please!

Wait...

Here...

The same lavender scent.

Almost a year has passed.

I never get tired of repeating that

the first condition for this therapy

to give results is to...

recognise your precise motives.

The world is what it is,
and we are what we are.

Psychoanalysis certainly doesn't
have the aim of changing the world,

but rather to help you to adapt
to it in the best possible way.

So, imagine this room empty,

like a decompression chamber.

I'm basically happy that
you've returned,

not for reasons of futile
professional satisfaction,

but because you've
obviously decided to...

re-establish that rule, that pact,

without which no
improvement is possible.

No.

Noooo!

You're not going out.

Look, I'm serious, you know!
I'm not moving from here.

- The whole evening?
- The whole night.

I've got the time.

Look, if you want
to punch me, I'm ready.

Go on, laugh.

You say that to me?

You think I'm worth nothing, you do.

I'm an idiot, aren't I?

Because I didn't understand anything

about Giulia because she's fine,

and all she needed to get well
was to fall in love.

- Great, but when you leave her?!!
- I won't leave her.

You've got to think about it,
you're not a kid!

The psychoanalyst's first duty is

not to go to bed with the patients.

I don't understand.

Because if I had to go to bed
with all the patients

who asked me I'd already
be in a mad-house,

because women send you
to the mad-house, understand!

But I'm not a psychoanalyst.

I'd never be a psychiatrist like you!

Right.

Well go then,
who's stopping you?

Andrea, f... f... fine.

Andrea remember that
I may be mediocre

and nothing will probably
remain after my death,

but I'm honest and this should
be recognised, understand?

I've never profited from my patients,

even though I could have easily
done so with impunity.

Get out now, go. Go.

Go, get out, get out.

Go.

Hi.

Hi.

What's wrong?

- Nothing.
- Hey, what's wrong?

You're already tired of me?

No.

It's nothing, just that I had

a little argument with my father.

Little?

What did he say?

He's angry that we're
seeing each other.

Did he talk about me?

Yes, once.

He's convinced you're crazy.

That's why he's so angry.

And what do you think?

Tell me what you think!

Did you screw him?

Answer.

You seemed so sure of yourself.

Did you screw him?

Why do you ask?

If you did it's...

Did you screw him?

I'm sorry.

Yes, yes, yes,
do it again, again, yes.

- Well, did you screw him or not?
- Beh?

Right, who gives a shit anyway.

You're disgusting.

No, I didn't screw him.

I just went to see him.

- Lets go.
- Where?

Lets go. I don't know.

Alright.

Another one of these.

Thank you.

Listen these...

I wrote to the Socialists
but they haven't replied.

I wrote to the CP and they
shut the door in my face.

I wrote to the Archbishop
and he came, saying:

"You wanted me? Here I am".

Meaning that, without being polemical,

I met people in the Church who prove

they live Christian values

without having designs on you
or wanting to use you.

So maybe you feel...

that behind their faces
someone's watching you,

that 'someone' in whom you

believed when you were a child.

And today I...

...the glider pilot...

...in a society in which everything's violent.

Would you hold onto
this for me please?

Handing it in already?

There's still 3 hours left, use it.

- I've finished.
- I don't doubt it, but it's the Final.

Read it again, trust me.

- I'm sorry, I don't have time.
- You don't have time?

What's up, the Council of Ministers?

Ludovica Colombo:
crimes combined,

25 year prison sentence,
8 months since arrest.

Maurizio Leto:
based on Article 3CP,

3 year sentence, fined
500,000 lire plus legal costs.

Agostino Banzi:

13 year prison sentence,

Roberta Fabbri:
crimes combined,

21 year sentence,

Pulcini Giacomo:
crimes combined,

under Article 3 of Law 29/582,

8 year 7 month sentence,

600,000 lire fine plus legal costs.

Angeli Daniela:

6 year prison sentence,
fined 500,000.

Campoli Allessandro:
crimes combined,

23 year sentence,

With regard to the
accused Pulcini Giacomo,

based on Article 2 of Law 495
of 12th May '82

this Court grants provisional
liberty commencing today.

- It's done.
- Thanks.

- Best wishes. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Thank you. Hi.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Hi.

- Hope you'll be very happy.
- Thank you, lovely to see you.

Giacomo, your ring...

- Giacomo, hi. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Best of luck.

Giacomo,

Giulia's not coming.

Andrea.

Andrea!

Come on, it's your turn, come on.

Andrea.

You got lost in the corridors...

My dear colleague,
can we finally start the exam?

Read and comment on the

introduction to
Cacciaguida's Prophecy.

The contingency that outside your

subject notebooks does not extend

is depicted in the eternal presence.

Necessity therefore is not felt

if it is not like a face
reflected in a mirror,

or a boat descending a torrent.

That's enough.
Analyse those two tercets.

The contingency would be
the course of contingent events

that are typical of the material,
terrestrial world.

This contingency is completely visible,

depicted in God's mind.

Aveterum, to be precise.
Who's smoking?

Despite this divine presence,

the course of contingent events

doesn't take the
characteristics of necessity...

Exactly like a boat

descending a river's strong
currents doesn't derive...

the necessity of its own movement

from the gaze of the observer
who's contemplating it.

Fine. To which theory is Dante
referring in these verses?

To the theory of free will.

You give logical,
unexceptionable answers,

but the tone - indeed the
monotone which is a bit boring -

with which you answer
perplexes me a bit.

It's as if Dante interested
you little or not at all.

Just enough to pass the exam.

It seems your seriousness
belongs, ideologically as well,

to some young people from,
for example,

Comunione e Liberazione.
Is that the case?

No, I'm not in Comunione e Liberazione.

- Are you offended?
- Not at all.

- I don't know... Are you a pacifist?
- No.

Ecologist?

- No.
- Scared of the bomb?

- Not particularly.
- A Marxist then?

No, I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter,
you can also survive

without being a Marxist.

So, Mrs Barante, shall we pass onto

some questions about Greek?

Alright.

Shall we read a passage from Antigone?

Yes.

Lets open it at page 344

and we'll read the first 4 verses

starting with verse 1,339.

I'd say the metrics are fine.

Now lets hear the translation.

O, take this poor fool away.

I who killed you, my son,

and I didn't want to.

And I also killed you

who are here in front of me,
my woman.

Another question:

in your view, which position takes

form in this dramatic contrast

between Antigone and Creon?

Fundamentally, they fight
with all their differences.

The positions are...

the one who is the
defender of human laws

freed of the unwritten laws
of the divinities: Antigone.

The other honours the laws of the gods

and the fathers instead
and makes it the basis

of his own existence
and social life: Creon.