LOVE AND ANARCHY
Mom, what's an anarchist?
Someone that kills kings and throws bombs.
Someone that ends up with a rope around his neck. Now shut up.
Socialism, that's what we need, not anarchy. Or one ends up executed.
We also need the executed! As long as the world becomes one...
for all of us, brothers and sisters, equal and free, like nature made us.
I'm back to kill Mussolini.
Love, love!
Giovinò's is closed. This is a first-class joint, you know?
We open at 11:00, but there's nothing to do!
Bring me a lot of roses
A lot of them with many thorns
Take care of some rooms.
Hello?
Do you have a hearing problem? We're closed!
We open at 11:00. Don't think to insist!
Shit, you're really ugly. Where in the hell did you come from?
Do you have any money? You know, it's expensive here.
This is a first-class joint. Do you know how much a fuck costs? 7 lire.
You're scared? What happened? It disappeared? Get electrocuted?
I'm here!
Odette, where's the clean laundry?
I've been looking for it for over an hour. What a mess!
They never find anything in here. Oh, dear Saint Rosalie.
If you're in a hurry to fuck, why don't you go to Pellegrino's?
It's cheap there. Actually, why don't you give yourself a nice hand job?
You might get a kick out of it.
Actually, I'm looking for Miss Salomè.
Shit!
I'm a relative.
Where is he? Shit, Zoraide, you idiot! Why did you wax the stairs?
Everyone is falling down. Where is he? He's my cousin.
Well, you did grow up, cousin. You became a hunk, baby.
It's about time you arrived.
Sorry, I can't kiss you with this stuff on my face.
Beauty mask. Zoraide, isn't he handsome?
How is my aunt? Does she still have problems with varicose veins?
Come on up. Let's get comfortable and talk.
Zoraide, can you tell Miss Aida I'm busy this morning?
I have a relative visiting. Come this way. It's faster.
My room is the mirror room, the best in the house. It's like a fairy tale.
Come on. Follow me. Come on.
Look. What a beautiful house. It's the most elegant house in Rome.
Hey, who's that stranger?
Shut up. He's a relative. Carmela, the lieutenant of the house.
Hello.
Hello, my ass. What about this morning at 11:00? Who's gonna do it?
Let's not mess it up.
Shut up. I'll ask Ivonne. My cousin has just arrived.
The cousin, the cousin. He comes here to get it.
Wait. I need to ask a favor of a friend. Ivonne?
No kidding. She's snoring like a train. Ivonne!
Would you shut up, shit!
Oh, I'm sorry, milady, for my loud voice.
Sleep is sacred.
I'm sorry, okay? Introductions: Miss Jacqueline, my cousin.
What do you want?
Can you take care of my morning shift? My cousin is visiting.
Letme introduce you: Ms. Ivonne, my cousin.
-Good morning! -My pleasure.
Your cousin. So in the meantime, I get stuck. You owe me.
What are you doing? Tonino!
Come in. Get comfortable. Ignore the mess.
Come on, leave him alone.
Look, breakfast is still on the bed.
Come on. Make yourself at home.
I'm sorry I said you're my cousin, but this way they won't bother us.
Close the door. Those idiots are always walking up and down the hall.
So, you're Soffiantini alias Tonino, right? I'm Salomè!
Pleasure to meet you. How was the trip? Good?
Come here. Sit down.
Shit, those idiots haven't prepared my room yet.
I'm really sorry, but sit down.
Oh, sorry. Now, let's enjoy a cup of coffee, okay?
Odette. Two coffees, room nine, please. Quickly.
So the news is confirmed. Wednesday, July 8th, it's sure!
Tomorrow we're going to the place.
By the way, those windows I wrote to the guys about?
They are right over the square, just in case you prefer a rifle.
No. I practiced with a handgun.
I don't trust rifles.
Rumba, the longer you touch it, the longer it gets.
Rumba? Please, you don't know what Rumba is.
Leave me alone, whores! Who do you think you are, huh?
I can get in trouble.
A perennial virgin! If she's not fucking, she goes insane.
Yeah. Who'd take her?
Shut up, you rude thing.
I'm not gonna bring you coffee, shame of our land, you whore.
Come in. Come in, Odette. Finally, the coffee.
My mouth is like a toilet bowl if I don't drink coffee in the morning.
Have you seen Madam Aida?
No, but Donna Carmela has taken charge. She's downstairs in the hall.
Do I have to tell her anything?
Don't wake up the sleeping dog! But if she asks...
tell her that I have guests and not to bother me.
What are you looking at? He's my cousin. I'm almost his aunt.
Go. Go. These snoopy ones always think the worst.
And close the door, stupid!
How much sugar? One or two?
Two, thank you.
So, I think we've said everything there is to say.
You know, the information should be accurate...
because most of our clients are very important people.
Military officials. All the good ones.
Filthy and vain men that like to talk about ceremonies.
You know, they would love to see us at their parades.
You can't imagine how filthy those pigs are.
Well, good luck. For July 8th?
To July 8th.
Listen. Do you really come from Paris? Don't tell me if it's a secret.
The less one knows about these things the better.
Well, let's hope we return safely. I don't know why I'm doing this...
because you're all crazy. In my opinion, I can't stand...
these people that are so intelligent yet create such a shitty world.
And you? Isn't it the same for you? You're still so young...
otherwise why would you be doing this?
I... I hate tyrants!
But you... Tell me, Tonino, you're not thinking about tyrants, are you?
You're looking at my legs.
-Oh, fuck. Come on. -Come on, you're staring at my legs.
It's like you're starving in front of a rotisserie.
I can't keep watching those eyes.
I'm sorry, but have you ever been in a brothel?
Never! When I was serving in Cuneo there were girls under the bridge...
but I've never been in a brothel.
Not even in Paris. I was busy there.
Oh, well. Why didn't you say something?
You stay there, quiet, quiet like a hungry kiddie.
Come on.
Given our plans, let's just do it.
I'm actually very happy to satisfy someone like you.
You never know, it might even bring me some luck.
Come on, come here.
Come on, what are you waiting for? Don't make a fuss about it!
Don't! If I don't like it, it's the same anyway.
No, I haven't found a place to stay yet.
Maybe later, if it's not too much trouble. Thank you.
Sure. We'll find some time, right? But tell me, is it okay?
Thank you very much.
By the way, Pensione Margherita is right around the corner.
-I got you a room there. -Thank you, very kind of you.
Via Manziana, it's the first one on the right after you leave.
If you need anything, don't hesitate.
Thank you. Thanks for the thought.
Then, Tonino, when you get settled, you can come back to eat.
Thanks!
I'll be waiting for you. Bye.
-Well, maybe... -What?
Well... Maybe I'll settle in later, unless I'd be an inconvenience?
Sure, I told you. You need some satisfaction.
Especially here with all these beautiful girls. I know men.
This way it's over with, and you get your head back on track.
Exactly. Thank you very much!
Come on, come here.
Anteo Zamboni. Ever heard of him? The attack on Mussolini in Bologna.
You were there?
I was with Anteo. But we were not involved in it.
Via Rizzoli. Maybe 5:30 PM.
The procession with Mussolini's car was passing by. He was standing up...
among all the black shirts. Then suddenly a gun shot, loud.
I can still hear it. Then complete confusion. At that moment...
the shooter, a guy in his thirties, came like a snake near us...
and threw the gun at Anteo's feet shouting, "It's him, it's him!"
"Get him! Get the killer!" Then he disappeared, that coward!
I'll remember it for the rest of my life. Anteo. Poor guy.
With that haircut and face. So young. He looked like a baby, 15 years old.
He looked at me. So shocked he couldn't even call for help.
"It's not true! I didn't shoot anybody! No!"
While those crazy bastards, bastards in black shirts...
jumped on him like animals. I was screaming. They pushed me away.
And that's it.
It was a slaughter.
So bad that at the police station, Balbo threw up when he saw him!
And someone from Brescia passed out. That's how bad he was.
And then they constructed a bunch of bullshit that served only to show...
there are far more cops than citizens here. And then they literally...
crushed the family, you know, really crushed them.
Why? What did they do?
Mammolo Zamboni, the father, and the sister Virginia Tabarroni...
were ex-anarchists. You can imagine.
Thirty years in jail. Don't even know if they're still alive.
The mother died in a madhouse last year. Butit's better that way.
And me, I was like a fiancée.
And among all that shit, it was like I had leprosy.
So I left.
Oh, shit. It was hell.
I changed my name, and here I am.
And here I am playing Salomè.
Here, yes, but to prepare everything for you! To prepare this nice July 8th.
You know, I promised myself and Anteo. I promised those eyes crying for help.
I swore to him, "My love, someone will pay. That bastard has to die!"
Enough now with these stories. It's useless to talk about it anyway.
Salomè... Oh, shit! I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, may I?
-No, he's my cousin. -It's an honor.
I'm sorry, it's a pleasure.
I'm Tripolina.
Come on, give him more chicken. The salad too.
Eat, Tonino, it's good for you. A big boy like you, used to the country.
You know, I don't like to send a relative to the restaurant.
Madam Aida, thank you.
It was kind of you to invite him over for lunch.
Don't give him so much wine that he gets drunk, fuck!
I said thank you, Madam.
Oh, shit, Madam, this egg is not fresh.
What? How boring.
My eggs come fresh every day from the country.
Fresh every day? A little chick is going to hatch any moment now!
What is she saying?
She said that a little chick is coming out any moment now.
Nice. Here you have that little chick. In this house you eat very well.
Oh, sure! In Florence at Madam Saffo's...
Ms. Valeria got a chef from Paris to please her girls.
A chef from Paris? Who knows what's behind that?
What's the chef's name, René, maybe?
Yes, do you know him?
Darling, René isn't there for cooking but for sleeping. Let me tell you.
Forget the kitchen, he's working in Valeria's bed.
She's making him earn the money. She's not a fool.
In Turin at 13 via Fratelli Calandra, there you really eat like a king!
No, no, Tonino. This is the house where you eat the best.
You're the guest. What do you think?
Actually... The food seems great, and there's plenty of it.
-Oh, sure. Like in the army! -How nice, funny girl.
How finicky. All princesses on a pea.
How ungrateful. You know, boy...
on Sunday I even send them to Faraglia for a sorbet.
You listen to Madam. This is better than Danieli's restaurant in Venice.
Don't make me remember Danieli's. That was my realm, you know.
Yeah, when you used to wash dishes there, baby.
May you get cancer, fucking bitch!
You get something, idiot...
You know, Tonino, I'm not like them. I'm an artist.
Do you know what they used to call me at the Salone Margherita?
They called me the Italian Josephine Baker.
Listen, she makes me laugh with that bullshit.
Shut up! What do you know about my life?
When I had on my silver dress and my ostrich feathers...
the royal princes started salivating. I was a star, Mr. Tonino.
Oh, no. Don't tell me she's gonna start singing?
I still have my voice, you know. Listen to me.
Idiots!
But since she got syphilis, she's gone insane, that girl.
You're stupid. What do you think? That we can't sing? Listen now.
-Idiot! -Stupid!
Fuck you, you know?
They're really shouting, aren't they? They're giving me a headache.
Ivonne, for crying out loud, you're giving the Baroness a headache.
Baroness Fornigotti, the baroness of the broken asses.
Well, well! Stop it now! What is this? Where are we?
Well, in a brothel, Madam.
No, baby. This is not a brothel!
This is a classy house, a mansion.
Understand? Good! If you don't, take your stuff and get out of here!
She's right!
Go tell her. I don't care, spy!
I'm gonna tell her right now. Fuck you!
Tell her, come on. You fucking bitch!
You eat. Don't pay attention to these bitches, eat.
That's where you copied your Jean-Harlow-of-the-Renaissance haircut.
Stick it up your ass, bitch!
Coffee!
Beautiful, I like it a lot.
Now sing another one. We have time anyway. Come on.
Don't be difficult, just play.
Miss Salomè, you have a phone call.
Come on, it must be our uncle.
You pig, shut up. We're on the phone.
I don'tknow, darling.
Sunday is a time of rest, you know. What? No, I said rest, stupid!
Listen, stop it. It's all right, as long as you promise to be a good boy.
But I have a cousin here with me. Yes, poor guy.
He's from the country, and he looks like Alice in Wonderland.
I'm not gonna leave him alone in a whorehouse! I can't!
Well, okay, then I'll bring Tripolina, Yes, it's okay then.
Shut up, you filthy thing. Okay, bye-bye.
What can I say? He always brings me French fragrances, nice!
Shit, I did it. That was Spatoletti.
Do you know how lucky we are? Tomorrow we'll go together.
-But who's this Spatoletti? -Are you kidding?
He's the one that sets up the secret service...
to protect Mussolini. I've been after him for three months, that pig.
That son of a bitch was part of the first squads, you know?
Listen. Do you think we're blankets? Leaving us there under the sun?
There'll be so many people that we won't see shit!
And I'm pissed off because I wanted to see Mussolini.
Calm down, honey.
Spatoletti is here! I'll find you a first-class spot.
No, I wanna stay close to you. Or at least one of your secret agents.
You know, if they're secret, a lady nearby can be useful.
But will there be other secret agents?
Yes, 35 of them. Imagine, 35, all right!
-That's too many! -Security is all my responsibility!
As long as Spatoletti is there, Italy can sleep tight.
Damn it, they just have to try, and I'll break them!
Watch out if they touch the Duce!
You're driving like a madman! Let me out now!
Romoletto, what beautiful girls I've brought you!
I'm so hungry. Keep your hands off me. Let's eat.
Come on, sit down. I'm so hungry, I could eat a cow.
So what's cooking, Romoletto?
Today: matriciana pasta, eggs fettuccine, chicken.
Matriciana pasta? You've got everything, Romoletto, good, good.
Who are they? Your daughters? They're beautiful, nice and firm.
Fortunately, they weren't ready for use in 1922, otherwise...
The whole Tamburini squad, 2,000 of us. We camped out here for the Rome march.
Do you remember, Romoletto?
Shit! Remember it! Since then they call me "Five and three-eight."
"Five and three-eight," right. Who was it? Chiusini or Govoni?
We were hungry, you know? And drunk on castle wine. We weren't gentle.
He was late with the chicken. I remember he said, "You need to be patient."
And zap! A knife cut off two of his fingers.
Poor guy. Did you hear that?
Come on, you must understand us Fascists. We were on the edge.
And that was the revolution, right? We were making the ltaly of Mussolini.
And Romoletto lost two fingers.
You have to feel honored. It's like you have a medal that big!
Sure. I'm honored! But there's a little political problem.
If I may, when I do the Roman greeting, they're like horns.
I wouldn't want Mussolini to be offended.
I'm so funny, aren't I? Oh, fuck.
Did you hear that? Romoletto?
Salomè, I'm going to jump you. I will split you open.
You bitch, you do it on purpose because you like me, yes?
My little puppy, isn't it true that I make your mouth water?
Everyone knows that I love macho men like you.
But then, you filthy villain, who can resist you?
Romoletto!
What are you screaming for, damn it?
Romoletto, hurry up! I'll throw you in jail, damn it!
Tonino, listen. I'll keep him in the room for a couple of hours, okay?
You're going with that asshole now?
Stupid, he'll explain the ceremony in detail.
In the meantime, check out the square, all right?
-Blondie, are we going? -Yes, calm down.
And if it's true that you have a soft spot for me, this time I want proof.
Yes, baby. Look.
Honey, if you really liked me, you could do it for free occasionally.
I promised. When my fiancé left me pregnant at 16, I promised.
Not even with the pope. I'd rather close down business
The exception confirms the rule. Come on.
No! I told you. Not even free for his sanctity, Pius XI.
Today it's Sunday. The rate is 12 lire, so?
Bitch! Why won't you give that satisfaction?
-12 lire or nothing. So? -So, I'll give the 12 lire!
How generous, for 12 lire.
You could have done it once!
Sure! With a Tuscany guy like you.
-For love. -What love?
You cynic.
Enough! You've been destroying my buttocks since this morning.
You love me so much, I can feel it. I'm gonna do you in the ass right now.
He finally did it. He gave me a headache with that voice. You too?
Yes, madam.
Madam? My name is Tripolina.
Right, Tripoli, land of love.
I was looking for an eccentric name. Tripolina came out.
Maybe I've always liked Africa, the palms.
Rudolph Valentino doing "The Sheik." How stupid!
Well, instead you could have called yourself Curly.
Yes.
The country is so beautiful, so green, with fresh air.
Beautiful.
It's very hot today. It's time to go swimming. Do you like the sea?
I've never seen it.
You've never seen the sea?
I've always lived in the country.
That's why you've got such a clean face.
You're a great dancer.
I get by.
What are looking at? Don't look at me like that. You make me sad.
I'm sorry, but I wasn't looking at you. I was thinking.
You were looking at me, but you didn't see me?
Can't we play something happier? I don't know, a fox-trot, a one-step?
Miss, if I may, I'll change the record.
Good, you take care of it. I'll go back to my boyfriend.
Here you are.
Why did you leave like that? Are you angry?
Did I do something?
-What? No. -And so?
I'm sorry, butl don't understand. What happened? Why did you leave me?
Well, I just looked around. Why? Are you upset?
A little.
I'm sorry. You didn't get offended, did you?
-Well, yes! -I'm sorry.
You better be. Oh, well, it's okay.
You know, there was a guy after me. Do you know what I told him?
That you were my boyfriend. Do you mind?
I wish.
Are you kidding?
What a face.
Why are you always so down? What do you have?
Nothing. It's like that.
Maybe it's spring. Beautiful cows.
I love the smell of lemons. Smell.
Do you like it?
Funny, this morning I was thinking it's too bad you're Salomè's cousin.
Why?
You stupid. We could... do it.
Unfortunately, I can't.
It's something. I don't know, and I can't understand why.
Why, if you're not in the mood, you're not in the mood, that's all.
So, you're telling me that you don't like me.
No, I like you. Too much. That's why it's better not to.
What no and no? Yes, damn it.
I'm sorry, may I? I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
If you want, I have a little room. It's my brother-in-law's.
We don't, well, allow it, but for Sir Spatoletti, if you like.
I'm serious. You're doing me a favor. I have those two little girls around.
If they came here... They're two angels.
I wouldn't like... You understand.
Please, no compliments. Follow me.
Looks like my parent's home. Look. Like my mother, always knitting.
Here and there and it's all knitting, and we don'thave any socks.
Hey, Curly.
No, don't be stupid. Don't cry.
Oh, shit, what's happening to me? Listen, get undressed. Let's make love.
Why all this respect for me? Did you forget who I am?
I'm Tripolina! What are you waiting for? Get undressed. Come to bed.
Let's make love, right now, so I can get rid of this craziness!
What's happening to you? Calm down, okay?
What are you waiting for?
At the whorehouse, they wait in line to come with Tripolina.
Come on, let's make love.
Let's do it, and maybe you'll give me a present later.
Come to bed.
Take off your pants, quick. Stop looking atme with those eyes.
Get undressed. Let's make love without problems, without staring.
You'll see. You'll like it. I'm good, quick.
Stop it, damn it. Stop!
Listen, it doesn't have to be like this.
Everything becomes bad like this.
It could be nice, no?
Don't hurt me.
What? We'll be nice to each other, Curly.
Oh, my God! Did you see your cousin? He's been screwing for three hours.
Who could imagine it, that loser.
Shut up, you pig! Tonino is a country boy.
He's never had this kind of fun. Let him get it out of his system.
Getting it out is one thing, but is he going to do it 12 times?
Who is he? Joe Fuck? He's a loser! He's a hair head!
He's probably sleeping. Cousin! Wake up! Put your pants on!
It's late! It's time to go! Move it! Get your ass down here! Come on!
I'm gonna kick his ass.
It's very late. Zoraide will kill us for waking her up at this hour.
Shut up! You snagged my hose. Now who's gonna buy me new ones?
Look, don't make me fall.
What's the hurry? If I feel like it, I might do it again, here on the wall.
A kiss, okay, Blondie? You know, fucking is good for you.
Are you coming tomorrow? Come after 11, when we're closed. I'll be waiting.
Come on, let's do it right here, right now!
Stop it. I told you I'm tired. Damn it!
Shit, what a scene.
You're having the altar boy defend you. That ugly face.
You asshole, don't even joke, or I'll kick your ass!
Don't even think of provoking Spatoletti.
What are you doing? Enough now!
You fucking men. Let us sleep, fuck!
All right. Heard Zoraide? Stop it. Come on, Tripoli, let's go sleep.
Come on, don't go. Stay here with me.
Stop it now! Enough! You've been pinching my ass all day!
Where do you think you're working? In a church? This is a whorehouse.
Thank God. And the ladies are whores.
Enough, shut the hell up! Keep your hands off her. Remember, faggot!
What? You bitch! Call your own son a faggot! Got it? Did you hear that?
That Zoraide. I've known her for 10 years.
Let's drink.
Nice day. We ate, we drank, we laughed we belched, we fucked and we farted.
And we shat! What more do you want? A perfect Sunday.
You know what we're gonna do now? We're gonna wander around.
I think it's late.
Don't be an asshole. Don't you feel the fresh breeze?
At this hour I still love to wander around and beat somebody.
Like with the squad, when we were hunting the anarchists...
and making them drink castor oil. That was great.
Hello, Emperor Marcus Aurelius. From up there you can see the light...
at the Venice palace. He's there. He works for everybody, even for you.
Duce, you're the light. It's true. If I was you, Emperor...
I wouldn't be so calm on that horse. Some day they could take you down...
and put him up there. What a man. What a man.
Have you ever seen him up close? No? Then you don't understand shit.
When I see him, I tremble. He's got a pair of eyes, man...
that can even bring the dead back to life.
If you see them, they tell you he can take the whole world if he wants.
I tell you, he's a superior being.
A superman like him is born once in a century.
I tell you, you can't find men with balls like that.
And the rest? Which ones? The losers, like the people?
The mass, the beggars, little hungry men.
Ready to shit in their pants and sell themselves right on the spot.
They would even sell their sister and their ass for a piece of bread.
That's the people. The people.
Those socialist pigs were fattening themselves with the people, damn it!
It's the extreme poverty, sir. You know, courage is for gentlemen.
Me, for example. I'm from a farming family.
And my mother, the priest and everybody taught me this:
"Better to kneel down and live than stay put and die."
That's it. The morale of the losers. Well, we can make them have the balls.
And to do that we need to kick them and order them.
And if they won't, beat them, shit! Give me the bottle.
Oh, sure. But it's dangerous because you can end up like that bartender.
What are talking about? What are you blabbering about?
In my town, the bartender had a dog. He was always kicking him, every day.
But the dog always went back to the bartender, licking his hand, to eat.
He was hungry, you know? And the bartender kept kicking him.
But one day the dog got angry and after the first kick he started to bite.
And then?
You won't believe it, but he never let go, until the bartender was dying...
on the street with foam coming out of his mouth.
Well?
Whatl mean is that maybe one evening a loser, a crazy loser like me.
He's gonna be pissed off. You come there with your strong hand...
and zap! You get stabbed in the stomach. That's an example.
The man hasn't been born that could stab Spatoletti.
You never know in this world. Really, I'm serious.
With all these poor people, you never know what someone could do.
The stabbing. Maybe one day someone will think about it and you know.
There are so many desperate people. Desperate people are crazy.
I don't care!
It feels so good here in the arms of the god, Tevere.
You feel like Jupiter, god of Rome. Nothing is better than Rome, anywhere.
You can see all Rome from up here.
Wickedness, betrayal, scumbags. How many do you hide? Rome the capital.
7 hills full of shit and snakes, but he only takes care of the little things.
If he would listen to me, opportunists, anarchists, traitors, subversives.
We should have gotten rid of them, even today. I'd just need a sign.
Imagine, it's fun for me. It's like a party.
I killed more than 100 with these hands, butnow we need to calm down.
According to him we need to be politicians. You know what?
I'll probably go wake up Salomè, that beautiful bitch. What a woman.
You know a Fascist doesn't pay women, he takes them.
But with Salomè, it's another story. You pay her, all right.
Because she's got something special. So much that there's a line...
at the brothel for her. Because she's a real tramp.
I don't know if you can understand, being her cousin.
While your Tripolina doesn't have any juice. I've been with her...
and I know whores very well, and Tripolina, poor little one...
Shit, enough now! You've been bragging all evening! Enough!
-Enough! Or I'll kick your butt! -Get out of here!
Don't even mention their names! Got it, asshole?
-All this for Tripolina? -I'm the loser, not guys like you!
Oh, boy, the baby's in love. In love!
Watch it! I'll kick your ass!
I'm gonna kick you in the balls! I'll kick your ass, bastard!
You're crazy! Look at this loser!
He's in love with a prostitute, and he takes it out on me.
I'm right, and I feel sorry for you.
You're drunk as hell! You better leave now, asshole!
If I catch you, I'll throw you in the fountain and sober you up.
Go away! They're whores!
Are you crazy? You're still here?
I wanna come in.
My lord, this faggot again. Do you wanna let us sleep?
Tripoli, my ass. Will you go away?
Do I have to call the police?
Slam the door in his face, or he'll throw up on the rugs.
Go, go, go! I'll call the police! Close the door!
Are you leaving?
Think you're smart? Slam that door!
His foot's in the door.
Take out your foot, asshole.
No, ma'am. Tripoli!
Is he Salomè's cousin?
Yes, I want in. Let me in, Madam.
Come in at this hour? Are you crazy? Go, get out. Close the door, Zoraide.
Go away with your two feet! Actually with only one!
Shit, right on my big toe! Fuck, it hurts!
You hurt me!
-I meant to hurt you. -You old witch!
You can walk so go to bed.
Go to sleep and come back tomorrow to visit Salomè, maybe at lunch time.
Fucking bitch. You damn witch. This isn't the way. Hurting people.
Ugly monkey. She broke my foot, and my shoes were already hurting me.
Shit, my toenail is gonna come off.
Go away, you!
Go, stupid! Go away! What do you want from me?
What? What are you doing? I'm not a little pussycat, you know.
Hello, kitty. Hello, stupid!
Where are you going? Go home.
Why are you following me?
I'm not a pussycat.
And you're young for those things. You're still here?
Did they kick you out like me?
Are you alone, kitty?
It's dark, isn'tit?
Maybe it's because of all these lights...
but the night is scarier here than in the country. It's darker.
What are you doing now? You're comfortable in my arms?
Listen to me. Go look for a warm corner.
You're better off without me. Got it?
You're alone, that's it. Shit, look at this Rome.
Do you have a home, kitty? I'm gonna take you to my room now.
But listen, you're making a big mistake...
because today I'm here, but tomorrow who knows where I'll be?
Boy, you're a sharpshooter. Where did you learn, in the army?
No, another round, please.
My God, you've been shooting all morning.
This way I free up my mind.
For that you need a girlfriend, not a rifle, believe me.
Right.
Boy, I'll read your hand. I'll tell you the future. Yes?
No. No, better not, but thanks for the thought.
So do you have a girlfriend or not?
-Yes and no. -Yeah?
Why aren't you with her if you need to free up your mind?
She's working.
What does she do?
Can I know what she does?
Commerce.
Come on, beauties, we're opening the whorehouse.
Hello, prostitutes!
Ah, do you want some help to get it up, professor?
Fuck you! This jerk is always a pain in the ass!
Go fuck yourself!
Look, professor! What is this? The morning of flabbiness?
The morning of the faggots? Let's go to my room!
Let's go. The first fuck is always the best!
Let's go, guys!
Leave me alone! I don't have time to waste! What's your name, honey?
So, what are we going to do, sir? Are we going or not?
What's this crowd this morning?
The Fascist gathering is going on!
I can't understand why when a military gathering is going on...
everyone has to stop by the whorehouse. Maybe the horns?
See, looks like this morning is going to be a good morning, Madam.
Is there a problem? Introduction maybe? What are you, gay? Come on...
Why are you all still dressed? Come on. Go up to the rooms.
God bless you!
Where do you think you are? In the barracks?
Carmela, don't you recognize me? What an ass!
It's like a flower today. Who's gonna deflower me this morning?
Bologna is coming on track number 4.
What a blonde!
What a crowd. Salomè from Bologna's here.
I've got 15 minutes free. Any gourmets want to try a new dish?
Shoot. What a pain. Whoever wants me, follow me.
Oh, well, a man of good taste?
Let's go, let's go. This morning is not that good, girls.
Tripoli, land of love. Tripolina's coming.
Hey, you. Is he deaf?
What a beautiful beard, professor. Are we going up?
Shoot. Have you seen it? Hall and room. They might even give us a medal now.
Have you lost your head looking at all these nude women?
What have you done since this morning?
You've got no money. You're a student. Get out.
Come on, take them up to your rooms, girls.
Tonino, what are you doing here? Here for breakfast?
No.
Don't tell me you're a client? For relatives I have a special deal.
I'm all yours, okay? Obviously after hours.
I've got to go. Today's a busy day for fucking.
Listen, go for it. I'll give you a half hour you'll never forget.
Today I'm gonna show you my whole repertoire, like in a movie.
Admiral... sailor... faggot.
The cousin. Are you looking for Salomè?
She's fixing herself up.
She picked a fat turkey, the honorable Pezzotto's son.
She got him in her room. She screwed him for a half hour.
She can smell a rich one a mile away. Where's that ship captain...
Bye, Fefè, come again. I'll treat you nice.
It's hot! Worse than in Catania. Have you been in Catania? Yes or no?
Bye-bye, and come back to visit me, professor.
Hey! Tripolina's here...
Where are you going, son of a bitch?
I'm paying. I've got the same rights as anyone else. Seven lire, shit.
Quick, this is rush hour. Today is crowded. Let's move it.
No, Tonino, no. That's private. No, Tony.
Well, what's this?
I'm sorry. Look, leave me alone, okay?
What did you do?
What? Leave you alone? Tonino, wait. Listen, Tonino.
Tonino, open up.
The cousin with Tripolina? That's funny. He's in love, isn't he?
Hey, Salomè, are you jealous?
Stop being a pain in the ass, or I'll rip your heart out.
Why are you behaving like this? What's wrong?
I can't watch you do this. You'll have to stay with me a couple of days.
What are you saying?
Two days. Will you stay two days with me?
Two days, and then?
Then I have to go away.
Don't ask, damn it! Are you gonna stay with me?
I've lost my mind for you, and I'll do anything, but tell me the truth.
There's nothing to say. Nothing!
Sure! Do you think I'm stupid? You've got something.
I've known it since I met you. Sometimes you're like a crazy man.
Tell me the truth.
Stop it. I can't tell you anything.
Just tell me if you're staying two days with me or not.
You don't trust me? I love you.
It's not trust. It's just that the less you know the better.
Oh, well, it's the same anyway.
Do you see this bullet?
This "B" and this "M"? Look at it, Tripolina.
I'm here to put this bullet in Benito Mussolini's head.
My God! You're an anarchist?
Now, my love, my life is in your hands.
Wait, wait a moment.
If you wanna get killed by the Fascists then leave now.
I'm going back down to work, to have them abuse me...
so I don't think about it anymore.
It was too beautiful. Get out.
Leave me alone. This is the worst.
No, no, it's not the worst. I told it to myself too.
But, Tripoli, listen, many people will never have two days of love.
Don't throw it away like this!
You're the one that wants to. Why? For politics? Who cares? Why?
Why? Well, because sometimes someone has to say enough.
You feel you have to do it. Anyway I have to do this, and I'll do it.
Understand?
No, I just know that when someone is born unfortunate, she remains so.
Calm down, baby. Calm down, Curly.
What? A two-day permit in the middle of all this?
Tripolina, you're not a teenager in love. Do you know that?
Then I'm sorry, Madam. I'll take my two days and go.
You're going? No problem. But look, if you're gonna do it...
I'll ruin you. You can count on it. You're off the A-list, I tell you.
And for what? For that farmer with that ugly face? Come on, stupid?
You don't know men. They come, fuck and go away. Come on, go away!
And remember, you're under contract. These are expensive whims!
I've never got anything from life for free.
I've seen many end up on the sidewalk for love.
It doesn't matter.
Stupid, idiot, jerk. Still believe in Santa Claus, eh?
Isn't it enough at your age to be a prostitute in this whorehouse?
Madam, the Commendatore is not feeling good. He's white like milk.
I was working, and he had an attack. He's shaking.
Pull! Put him on the bed.
Get him! Get him up there!
Shit, he's heavy, poor guy! Look how pale he is.
Careful, careful. Put him on the bed, Maurizia! Shit!
Call Zoraide. Not a word to anyone! To anyone! Not even the girls.
Who's this Giuliana?
Who's she? His wife. She died not long ago, poor soul.
Otherwise, I'll throw all of you out, okay?
I'll take care of it, Madam.
Shit! The papers. And, honey, continue with the vinegar massage.
But, it's disgusting.
Disgusting? If you'd do your job well, this wouldn'thappen.
Poor guy. He's an old guy who's sick.
What? That's it? Nothing else in the pockets? Are you sure?
Poor guy. Is it true that he lost his wife a year ago?
Yes, she died last year, shit!
A good client. He was always here to spend time with us girls.
He said that the smell of youth made him feel like a new man.
He's frozen.
He's in agony. We've got to get him out of here.
Isn't it better to ask a big shot?
The police commissioner's nephew, a general. They're all good clients.
Yes, sure. You find one that's willing to expose himself for us.
Come on, Nina! Wake up. We've got to get rid of him.
He can die anywhere but here. I don't want dead people around. Go!
Sure, like it's easy, right?
Easy or not, we've got to do it, period.
-I'm here. Madam, did you want me? -Come here, Zoraide.
Oh, shit, is he dead?
Listen, Zoraide, does your brother still have his carriage around here?
Sure, he leaves it around the corner. Should I call him?
Call him right away.
He looks better, but it's safer to take him home.
So?
I don't know Rome that well. Where should I take that guy?
Right around the corner, at the forum.
Nobody's around at this hour, not even the cats. It's all the same to him.
To me, on the other hand... You're saving me a lot of trouble.
Then, Ninni, if you do me this favor, I'll give you Tripolina.
Tripolina is a gold mine for us until the day after tomorrow.
With meals, lodging, linen. Everything free and loving.
And look, I wouldn't do this even for Benito Mussolini.
Listen you! I knew he was crazy, but you? What is this?
You're framing my cousin while I'm working?
Carmela, I ordered maximum discretion.
No, who talked? I didn't say a word!
Sure, everybody's talking downstairs. Anyway Tonino can't do these things!
I didn't know you were his manager. Anyway he's an adult.
And then, if he does me a favor, I'll do a favor for him.
Sure, bringing him oranges in jail.
There is no need to talk. My cousin won't do it. It's dangerous.
Come on! The lady says that nobody's around now, not even the cats. Right?
So?
She's saying that! What if a cop catches you carrying a dead man?
What will you say? I said you're not going to do it. It's dangerous!
Enough now, all right? I said I'm going, and that's the end of it. Let's go.
-Wait, Tonino. -Come on. Let's go.
Come on. Don'tbe a pain!
If he goes, I go. Gotit?
Are you crazy? Carmela's going. What do I tell the guys who want Salomè?
Tell them that Salomè's fallopian tubes shut down.
Hurry, move it. Hurry. Please, be careful!
What do I do with it? Come on, hurry.
-Come on. Jump up. -Let's go.
Watch it! Go? Let's go.
Stay here and warn us if someone comes.
No, no. I'm coming with you and Carmela.
He's heavy. She has varicose veins. Wait here.
I prefer to wait here. I don't feel well.
Pay attention, come on.
Come on, behind those columns. It's more private. Hurry up!
Listen to me. If you've got something to say, say it.
Listen, a joke is a joke. And I like to joke. Life is a bitch.
If you don't laugh at it, better to shoot yourself, and that's it.
But someone like you. With what you have to do. It's different, you know.
I know what to do.
No, you don't! Because I imagined you like a saint, someone without room...
for anything except those who suffered and died for the cause.
Why? Don't I suffer? I don't want to die here.
Yes, but you're risking everything because you fell in love!
So, take Tripolina, go to France and stop thinking of all the rest of it.
Giuliana, forgive me.
Commendatore, calm down.
Don't get excited, Commendatore. Do you feel better?
There, put him there. Come on, Commendatore, it's nothing.
It's the hot weather, come on. You feel better now, right?
He's dead.
Come on, let's go! Hurry!
How did it go?
Good, nice. I had a nice sight-seeing tour.
I was so scared.
I'm sorry, but I've got to talk to Salomè. Wait here.
But... Wait, Tonino.
What are you doing here? Go! Go make love to your Tripolina.
You'll see, after a couple of days of exercise, you'll be shooting like hell.
You won't be able to even pick up your gun. Go! I don't want to talk to you.
Listen, I'll probably die in two days. I need to stay here.
Who knows what's going to happen now!
I can't stay in that hotel alone anymore. Look how shaky my hand is.
I'm always thinking about it. About that moment, when I'll have to shoot.
And shit, I feel like I'm dying. I get something here.
I'm scared like hell. That's why I took care of that poor guy.
To see if I could win it over.
You won, right? And now you're not going to be upset, are you?
Fear is normal. The Fascists are not scared and kill people, but you...
You're an anarchist.
Yes, anarchist. Drop it, okay? I'm not Michael Sgaravento.
I'm Antonio Soffiantini, and that's it.
What does that mean? You're a comrade.
Yes, well. I've just recently become involved in this.
I joined after I saw the police shoot Michael Sgaravento in the back.
Nothing before. Antonio Soffiantini was just a simple farmer. That's it.
One of many. While him...
Shit, Michael was different!
I'm a joke.
While him, even in that bush, dead, with his mouth full of mud.
He looked like a king.
What's all this bullshit? Come on, getit out!
Are you one of the Brighenti group or a loner?
I'm nobody, that's it. I was a friend of Michael's.
Like a brother. When he came back, he confided only in me.
"I'm back to kill Mussolini." That's exactly whathe told me.
He told me everything. He left me the suitcase. He trusted only me.
He told me, "If something happens, take this to the comrades."
As if he knew.
So why are you involved?
I'm involved because I saw him killed like that. I sold the cow...
I got the suitcase, I took it to Brighenti in Paris...
and I told him thatl would come here to kill Mussolini.
They taught me how to shoot, and here I am.
Listen, Tonino, have you given it some thought?
Michael, you know, was a dedicated anarchist. He dedicated his life to it.
But you, I mean, maybe at the time you thought of revenge.
Butnow, if you don't feel like it, you shouldn't do it.
Something like this is a desperate act. There's no way out.
Do you think I'll end up like Anteo?
Forget Anteo. If they arrest you, an execution is your destiny.
Or worse, the Saint Antonio.
Saint Antonio?
They'll beat you to death, and no one will know a thing.
What do you want to do? Scare me? Save it, because I'm so scared...
that you can't even imagine. Butl have to do this.
Even if I'm not an anarchist now, maybe they'll make me one later.
Look, I promised myself I wouldn't go back to that slave life.
Day after day, only to die like a dog. I can't do it anymore.
A farm rat lives better than us. I promised myself, and this action...
This action is what I need to feel like a man.
Maybe now you don't trust me.
No, it's not about trust. It's this war we're fighting.
You don't even know why you're doing it.
You're the one to be sacrificed, and you're not involved at all.
Once I've killed Mussolini, I'll be involved, right?
Yes. Enough now, it'll be okay. Go with the girl.
She's waiting behind the door like a puppy.
When you look at her, she starts to cry.
Poor Tripoli. Life has already been so bad to her. Go, now.
Good morning. This is really funny. I knew the cousin lost it for you.
The other night? This jerk almost crushed a bottle on my head.
I didn't break him because I was merciful.
He was drunk as hell, Tripolina.
Who knows? Maybe you found the jerk who's going to marry you.
Best wishes.
Pardon.
These, Tonino, are our passports. The comrades delivered them.
It's better to cross the border legally as emigrants than illegally.
Because if everything goes well and Mussolini dies...
you'll see many problems with those jerks at the border.
Right. If everything goes well, then we'll see.
I'll wake you up at six o'clock. Everything will be okay. You'll see.
Put t his stuff away, now. Don't make this kitty wait for you.
Isn't love beautiful? But look where it's going.
I'm sorry, honey, but I've got to sleep, at least a little.
Love, my love.
Hey, girl. You're always crying, you know?
Come here, don't do this. You're making it worse.
So, Curly. It was beautiful, wasn'tit?
The two of us alone, like a honeymoon.
Two days only for us.
They're gone. And now?
Now we've got to sleep, and that's all. And she's crying again...
Listen, Curly, I want to tell you something.
You're the best thing that's happened in my life.
What are you doing up? Is he up already? We must wake him.
No, you will not wake him up.
-Are you crazy? -Come, I need to talk to you.
Don't be stupid. It's late already.
If you wake him up, I'm going to report you and him.
Let's go. Let's talk in the bathroom.
Okay. And now?
Now, you will not wake him. He's sound asleep...
and when he wakes, it must be too late.
Listen, baby, get out of the way. You were never involved to begin with.
This is not a teenage romance. Give me the key.
No! I know it's the cause and all the rest. But you're not waking him up!
Because no cause is worth a poor, young guy having to die...
like a dog. You know? Because he will die like a dog.
Of course he will die like a dog.
Like all the others even younger and more innocent than him.
I saw them with my eyes. He knows it too, butit's the same for him...
because he'd rather die like a dog than live like a dog.
But only after he does what he has to do. Yes, you die for these things!
All of us are ready to die for this dream!
Get out of the way! You cannot understand.
And give me the key!
Bastard! No. Watch it because I'll kill you. I'll kill you!
You're not going to wake him! I'll kill you!
What do you want to do? Are you truly crazy?
I'll kill you! Yes, I'll kill you! And then I'll kill myself.
I don't care to live anymore.
You've got a black heart. You don't care about that poor creature.
He's got that nice cause. Sure, it's the cause.
Maybe one day it'll happen, and what if it doesn't?
Buthe's got to die this morning. If you wake him up...
you're killing him! With those dirty hands! Bastard!
Shut up! Don't scream. Do you think you're doing him a favor?
It's his decision. When he wakes up, he will hate you, you know?
I know. He won't see me anymore. He'll leave full of hatred but alive.
-That's enough for me. -I can't!
That pig has to die. I promised a guy that died.
He trusted me. I can't listen to you. I don't want to!
You must listen.
Because you want to wake him for another reason: you're jealous.
Up yours!
You're jealous, and I beg you to help me save him. I know you care about him.
Of course I care about him. He just fell into this mess...
like a bug into a glass. It's even worse than Anteo.
He's so young that my heart breaks. I would go if I knew how to shoot.
Too late! I can't afford these feelings.
Feelings are a luxury, and this is war!
What would happen if all women stopped their soldiers at the door during war?
You die in war. It would be great if every mother did that. Why not?
Why? For history? For justice?
They've been fighting since the creation of the world.
Explain it to me, all this justice. The dead stay dead, and that's it.
Damn you. And damn me. Fucking sentimental whores that we are.
Open up the door. I can't stand this bullshit any longer. Go away.
They're right, never trust a whore.
Why didn't you wake me? Why? Why, fucking traitor? Traitor!
It's ten o'clock. I'm ruined. Why didn't you wake me up?
And you, fucking whore, why didn't you call me? Why?
Because right now you'd be dead with a bullet in your chest.
I'm worse than dead now. Like a worm sleeping in the whores' bed.
That's what you are to me, whores!
What am I going to do now? I'll kill myself. I'll do it.
Where's my gun? Where is it!
Wait, Tonino, stop!
I'm going to put that bullet in my forehead anyway. Fucking whores. Go!
Stop the crying. We've got to stop him.
Shut up, Tonino, shut up. You're gonna ruin everything. Shut up!
Coming... Stop it. What the hell do you want?
Open up, Salomè.
Now we can't even have a family discussion, damn it.
Fucking bitches. Everybody behind the door like chickens.
Mind your own business! Gotit?
Salomè! This has nothing to do with it. You know I don't allow confusion here.
What do I care?
It sounded like you were killing each other.
Look who's talking. The other day, this one and the Spanish girl...
screamed like hell over a pair of underwear. Get a life!
Oh, shit. They're coming for me. They're going to arrest me. Arrest me.
Calm down. Stay calm. Shut up.
What am I going to do now? They're here for me. You betrayed me.
Stop with this bullshit. Nobody betrayed you. You know it. Calm down.
I can't end up like this. They're coming. I knew it. They betrayed me.
What do I do? What did you do to me?
Love! I'm sick. I'm scared like hell. What did you do to me?
Tonino, don't do this. Listen. Nobody betrayed you, you know it.
We did it only to save you and for love.
I love you two also. Don't leave me.
Enough, Tonino! I'm going down to delay them.
You and Tripolina, go out the back.
She's got some money, and you can take mine too. It's in the last drawer.
The gun's there. You'll make it. You'll see.
Go to Paris, to Saverio Brighenti. Understand? Saverio Brighenti!
Mother, please don't leave me. My mother!
Enough. Don't waste time! And don'tbe upset with yourself.
Not everyone has to be a hero, damn it!
Come on, Tonino. Here's the money, the passports and the gun.
What are you doing? Come on, honey, I'll help you. Why do you do this?
Don't worry. Everything will be okay. We're going to make it.
No, baby, no, calm down.
I'm going to calm down now, you'll see.
No, what do you want to do? Let's go! Let's get out of here.
No, I'm not going to escape anymore. Go!
Tonino, shut up. For God's sake, don't go!
It's done. It's the end. I won't escape anymore.
The medical checkup is on Thursday, Lieutenant.
In any case, the girls are in order. They're up in their rooms.
You're at home here. If you want to come in, you know the way, right?
Yes, ma'am, I know the way.
Who's that? Shit, he's armed!
I wanted to kill Mussolini!
Tonino! Escape, Tonino!
Tonino! Escape, get away!
Long live anarchy!
Tonino! Bastards, leave him! Killers!
Stop that car!
I wanted to kill Mussolini for all of you comrades...
equal and free like nature created us. I wanted to kill Mussolini!
Watch it, Tonino! Notlike this. Notlike Anteo! Killers! Stop them!
Make him shut up!
Tonino! Tonino! My love!
Stop, stop. Do something. He was doing it for you.
For you who are slaves, and don't even know it, you cowards!
He was a poor guy with a big heart. Better than all of you!
Enough, that's enough. I'm sorry, Captain. Take him up.
Like this. Here, take this cigarette. Do you want to talk?
So, sir Soffiantini. Your jail is going to be 30 feet under the sea.
Air comes in through a little pipe. Little air and no light.
Complete darkness. They lock you up, and you stay there in silence.
Nobody talking to you. Sooner or later you go crazy.
Pasanante was found eating his own shit.
He became green, flabby, and without hair he looked like a worm.
But, with some names and addresses, we've got mental infirmity.
I give you my word. Maybe ten years and that's it.
Who sent you? Are you part of the Brighenti gang?
Say it. Are you with the Brighenti gang? Are you from Paris?
From America? Who sent you?
You don't think I'd believe you came to Rome alone to kill Benito Mussolini?
Who sent you?
What'd you say?
I don't know anything about anybody. Shoot me, it's better that way.
Fucking anarchist! I'll teach you! Anarchy, shit!
Go, take him away! Give him a nice treatment.
Tough guy, huh? Because he's got to talk. He has to.
Hello, Captain Fautasso. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Don't you worry. Bye, sir.
They don't want it known. He prefers it.
The number of these bastards has tripled lately, huh?
What are telling me, Captain? The Italians love the Duce.
It's been years since we've heard of any popular unrest.
Then again, instead of killing them like they deserve, he pardons them.
Oh, dear. What are you talking about? What pardon? Who got a pardon?
The last two, the ones we know, yes. But what others?
He's a hero, but he's not stupid.
It's better to make some people disappear without publicity.
And this is one more case like that. It's faster. More political, right?
Damn it!
Go ahead!
This morning at ten o'clock in Via dei Fiori...
in the well-known whorehouse...
an unknown man...
hit by a fit of madness...
fired some shots at a police unit...
during a routine inspection.
Once arrested the unknown man killed himself...
by violently beating his head...
against the wall of his cell.
Mother!
I want to repeat my horror at attacks that were not only bad but stupid...
because they hurt the cause they were supposed to serve.
But the assassins are also saints and heroes...
who will be celebrated once the brutal facts are forgotten...
and remembered only for the idea that inspired them...
and the martyrdom that rendered them saints.