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ITALIAN ASSOCIATION OF FASCIST HOTELIERS NEW YEAR'S EVE

Comrades, friends! Colleagues of the IAFH!

Fuck off!

The year 1939, which is about to end, sees the start of a new Europe.

Long live the "Duce"!

For 1940, the 18th year of the Fascist Era,

I express best wishes for victory to the Axis comrades who are already at war,

with whom we'll soon be marching side by side.

Fool...

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

Granted.

Thank you.

lt's true, life goes by in a flash and it's also a mould.

And what a mould.

Teresa is always a fine bird.

Italian blood.

- But is her husband a cuckold? - I don't think so.

He's certainly a lot older than her.

Look, look...

Sheer lunacy!

Well, do you want to take the photo or not?

Then take out the sign and let's make a pyramid.

Oh, there's Professor Rolfe.

Hurrah for Professor Rolfe, or "Klimt"!

Klimt! Klimt!

Go on, let's have them in the photo as well.

Everyone keep still.

Click.

In ltaly, a place of art, hurrah for cunt!

Good night.

"Dearest, piddle on me,

"because your piddle is like hard water,

"loving dearest, shit one in my hand,

"because your shits are like amber here."

CIOTTI FAMILY GUEST HOUSE

I'm coming.

Giulietta, how many times must I tell you

turn the lights off at midnight?

I've only just got back, madam.

Ask Aurelio, he accompanied me back here.

Ah, Aurelio was there... I bet you two went upstairs.

Me, upstairs with Aurelio? I'm sorry that you think that.

But upstairs with me in the Ciotti House there's nothing going on.

"Nix", as the professor says.

Yes, I see, good night.

OK, I don't want an argument.

Don't take offence, Giulietta. Madam's tired.

See you tomorrow.

Sleep as late as you like, nobody will arrive tomorrow morning.

Good morning. How come you're back already?

- Bad weather. - Yes, better to sleep.

Bad weather also has its advantages, because birds fly low.

- Giustina... - They can't understand anyway.

Giustina, when you've finished the rooms,

lay the table in the dining room for four.

On show.

- Why not, aren't we beautiful? - You certainly are.

I should think so, Professor.

Couldn't you have arrived a bit earlier, damned Radonicich?

I was about to go.

I'm sorry, Professor.

He only brought it to me at 7 o'clock.

Then the time it took to get here with this snow...

This time it's dreadful, monstrous. Should be locked up.

How can he do it I wonder?

The person who gave it to me swears it a Ciardi.

- Guglielmo or Emma? - Bartolomeo, he said.

He's never existed.

All the same... do what you can, Professor.

Well, yes... with all the shit that's around.

Better Ciardi than never.

Quick sketch of the Rialto fish market.

Attributable... to G. Ciardi.

John Bryan Rolfe.

Go with God.

Professor, I wanted to thank you.

Don't even think of it, amongst ourselves other foreigners.

- Good night. - A really nice picture.

A wife is not allowed to get pleasure from the thought of adultery

to arouse her during intercourse with her husband!

Amen!

I bought them in lstanbul at the beginning of February.

The Strait was full of English ships, it scared me to death.

- I'll take them. - Very well.

If you go back there again, will you buy a pair for me as well?

Stay here at the reception.

I'll be right back to settle the bill.

We're going to the Malibran.

Are they showing a good film?

Professor, we'll be in a box. One film's the same as another.

Fashion and... thrift.

That's what the "Duce" said.

Days have begun to grow longer, eh, Professor?

Madam Teresa did the right thing going out.

Everybody needs to relax.

Certainly. I'm going out later, too. Have fun.

- Keep well, Professor. - Thank you.

Let's go and have fun.

Could she have seen us while we...

lt's better for Nino if I don't write about this.

No, madam, it's not too short.

A quick iron and you can go out dressed like this.

My God, it's starting to rain. But the sun was shining.

lt's springtime.

THE "DUCE" DICTATES THE DIRECTIVE FOR THE NEW FASHION

Oh, my God!

Keep walking!

FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK FOREIGN LANGUAGES

Are you ready to order?

A brandy for me.

I... well, OK, me too.

An ersatz coffee for me.

Waiter.

- Haven't you got small change? - No.

- Egon Schiele... - False.

I know who did it.

Professor, with you I can play above board.

Well! A good painting, a happy hand.

It's congenial with those of Schiele.

They pay 200 lire for the expertise.

Very well, homage to Schiele.

But I don't think there's a market for him in ltaly.

Officially, no. Degenerate art.

But under the counter the "blackshirts" buy them and put them away.

They're not fools.

Sit here, Professor.

And to think that the other professors only sign

if you swear that the picture is authentic.

It's ridiculous, it's the false ones that need to be authenticated.

Well said, Professor. Like me, a good and authentic Christian.

One has to live.

They threw poor Dr Fano out of the hospital.

He's lost everything.

Just a few secret calls. And only to those he trusts.

I know, it's almost a year now.

But you are trustworthy, aren't you, Professor?

Dr Fano examines you sometimes, doesn't he?

A lady's looking for you, Professor.

Good day, Mr Longobardi.

Dear Memo, my regards.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

- Good afternoon. - With my respects.

Good afternoon, Anania, keep well, eh?

Forget, Anania, forget the lunatic asylum.

I've become a Christian on purpose so as not to have you taken away.

"GRANCEOLA" INN

Pay Mr AureIio and then madam will reimburse you.

Has she come back?

No, she said she wouldn't be back for dinner.

Ah, Professor, I almost forgot.

Miss Lisa is waiting for you in your study.

Hello, daddy.

Madam Teresa, I know it's against the ruIes of the house,

but for once could you turn a bIind eye?

For the lady.

Very well, but please use your discretion.

Of course.

Let's go.

I only want you for an hour

to tell you what you don't know

And in this hour I'd give my life for you

Whore, she's not content with those pimps

who've even broken the hoIes in her ears.

She also steals other women's husbands.

Listen to this whore.

Her husband is a cuckold and she even does it with the friars!

Whore! Not even the friars want you!

She gives it away for money.

Walking the streets.

She doesn't work much but earns a lot.

And all the money she gets, she gets with the women.

And why not?

It isn't wine, is it?

Yes, it is.

I want to die.

I want to die!

Go outside and die.

I'll offer you a gIass as well.

I'd really like to die here inside.

Madam Zaira, how much do I owe you?

A litre of Clinto... six lire.

Do you remember Radonicich, Professor?

- Stanko from Lussinpiccolo? - Yes, him.

- He's gone. - How do you mean?

I mean that he's dead.

Heart failure.

Here, in front of the bar. Ten days ago.

While he was drinking, his heart gave out.

It's so true: you can't control your heart.

No, you can't control it. He only takes orders from love.

Or from death.

Good night, Professor.

I want to die!

I want to die.

This is St George's.

Over there is St Mark's square.

Where we're going now, crossing the Grand Canal, by gondola.

Carefully, Miss.

Carefully, one at a time.

We'll get on the next one.

Come on, move along, two by two.

- Are they enough? - Thanks.

Your daughter's just gone out. Giulietta's with the professor.

DADDY SAID HE DOESN'T WANT PRIESTS AT THE FUNERAL.

- You're here as well. - Too late though, unfortunately.

You know what his thoughts were.

I came to see him off. Not for any other reason.

We were good friends.

And then, if anything...

He was atheist. Not protestant.

Bear up.

Oh, come on.

We'll pass behind the hospital.

With his authentication he had a lot of pots on the boil.

And he managed to enjoy life.

Mussolini will be speaking soon.

Lift up your hearts.

An oceanic crowd is converging on Piazza Venezia.

Thousands of ltalians are waiting

for the "Duce" to appear at any moment, and give his speech.

We're in the presence of a historic assembly.

The expectation is spasmodic.

Quick, hurry up! It's about to begin!

Greetings to the "Duce"!

Fighting men...

Here's Mussolini!

...on land, on sea and in the air.

"Blackshirts" of the revolution and of the legions!

Men and women of Italy, the empire and the kingdom of Albania!

Listen!

The hour marked out by destiny is sounding in the sky of our country...

The hour of irrevocable decisions...

The declaration of war has already been delivered to the ambassadors.

- We'll win! - And lose the oar!

Go on, row!