(门没锁)
帕罗?
(唧唧)
帕罗?
帕罗，你在这吗？
哦，帕罗，我当然爱你
MARIKLA自白
你多久做一次爱?
亲爱的马里卡拉
我给你写信的原因是我需要你的建议
我24岁，结婚已经五年
片名: 疯狂欲望(少妇的诱惑) 人们说我漂亮 善良
我工作不错，老公很好
我知道我结婚时稍嫌年轻 但婚姻经营的很好
开始时有很多激情
足够的理解以维系感情
但是现在，已有一段时间 我的欲望被打乱
我一直感觉很奇怪
很难解释
我想生活的更充实，更富激情
但我的生活平淡无奇 太过平凡
我告诉自己一定是季节的缘故
使得我有这些奇怪的欲望
但事实上这些欲望最近愈演愈烈了
尤其在经历了那个晚上之后 我妹妹纳迪娅
带我们参加 纪念一个威尼斯女诗人的聚会
我想要上你而不摸你
舌头轻轻的，呻吟声
回绕于你的阴毛四周
我想用会舞蹈的阴道填充你的嘴
我喜欢让你陷于我的双峰和汗水之间
夹在你下体之间 将你的阴茎吸入我的伤痛之中
强有力的肛交与呜咽间
舔你的膝盖直至心脏
寻求一些放松 我不想
再回来
(Man) 多生动啊！ 像维罗妮卡.弗朗科和帕特里夏的佳作
性感
恭喜，你的书会大获成功
我是纳迪娅.瓦伦蒂尼 我经营一家健身馆
有机会的话请来做客哦
纳迪娅.瓦伦蒂尼
- 如能像你一样写书我荣幸之极 - Ah.
♪ Sends a shiver through my spine
♪ I want you so badIy... ♪
真的…我从未见过 如此长久有力的爱情线
♪ And I'm beginning to Iose myseIf
♪ Your touch just feeIs so reaI
♪ PIease don't waIk out of my dreams... ♪
- 想跳舞吗？ - 好，当然!
在罗马聚会上 人们都是不请自来
不需邀请
我陪伴诗人
在威尼斯，我们是邻居
没有哪比的上威尼斯，是吧？
一位著名的法国诗人 一度形容它是
“威尼斯，欧洲的女性城市”
有纹身，你是水手吗？
哦，我四处旅行…
我捕捉古物
你怎么不去捕捉那两个老女人 把她们扔到外面呢
- (Man) 你对那家伙感兴趣吗？ - 嗯，他是我老公
算了吧，老公不算
也许对你来说不算 但老公在我心中比重很大
我想要上你而不摸你
舌头轻轻的，呻吟声
回绕于你的阴毛四周…
我敢说你现在湿了
打扰了，我思绪很乱
别因博物馆烦恼，傻瓜 艺术在我们中间，我们就是艺术
这是两例绝佳的巴洛克艺术
她们的主要部位下滑后 逐渐变平
生活中的波罗米尼
把她们转过来会看到
纯粹洛可可风格的臀部
- 但是… - 别怕
不是害怕 只是我还不知道你的名字
应该是阿方斯.多纳西恩…
爱之海盗
(Moans)
我说的没错，你湿了，对吧？
你在做什么？
我在做我许诺过的一切
戴安娜，你在里面吗？
是的，帕罗，等一下
(Laughs)
我有一会没看见你了 出了什么事？
没有，我只是得嘘嘘 你想离开了吗？
是的，我无聊至极 这聚会狗屁不如
听你的，我们走！
帕罗!
你湿了
不是尿 为什么你这么快就有性趣了？
如果你摸那，我当然会湿
你知道我有多敏感
继续嘛
让你兴奋的是那家伙还是我？
- 什么家伙？ - 和你跳舞的那个家伙，就是他
哦，他是法国人 在威尼斯有个家
他像飓风一样袭来
帕罗，你令我疯狂
稍嫌成熟，是吧？
- 不该用成熟这个词 - 你应该叫我，亲爱的
你似乎觉得我处理得了
- 我甚至在厕所看到了他 - 真的？
你没注意到吗？ 他就在门后
哦，你在开玩笑 你另一个愚蠢的故事罢了
-他很快就让我赤身裸体… -别说了！
他想与我肛交 如果你没出现…
都是你瞎编的！ 我可不傻哦！
他认为我的臀部很美
你摸他那话儿了？
和这个一样硬吗？
(Tyres screech)
你喜欢我的屁股，对吧帕罗？
需要我告诉你多少次 它是最美…
你要是不看的话就不会懂得
- 告诉我我的屁股很美！ - 它很美…
(Car horn)
哦，上帝！
-我们回家！ -不，
- 我们在这做 - Huh?
快！
Huh, 外行!
告诉我都是你编的 告诉我
安静点
- 人们还说我们是妓女 - 就是啊
(Church beIIs ringing)
你好
振作起来，懒骨头
我教你好的礼仪
不，你弄疼我了！停！
你在做什么？
(Laughs) 我要强奸你！
我要强奸你！
(Beeping)
8点了！ 你得晚些再强奸我了
不!
让我释放一下嘛！
(Screams)
别让我妈看见 你给我制造的混乱生活
谁？邪恶女巫？
你说什么？
别那么说她
好，“坏脾气先生”，好
(♪ ItaIian jazz pIaying)
那是什么？是莫扎特的水上音乐
开始唱
你可以用手!
(♪ Sings aIong)
那太不道德了！
还有你，猪！
(Laughs)
那混蛋正好在中间！
你的孩子? 哪里的混蛋
他还是没有找到箍里的穴 如果他们把他的脸里面！
那小子的手不错啊！
你知道泰勒会怎么做？
-那蠢货？ -他是个不错的关键球员
你那样称呼中锋吗？
他现在是联盟中最伟大的球员
我没时间应付你这样的蠢货
谁知道有一个支点
你们队想赢的话 需要一个不诚实的官
-让我释放吧，天杀的！
-耶稣基督，同性恋！
我一直站在这里 说得很累
你抓住我鸡巴了
-听着，你戳… -你在叫谁…
你很幸运，我就要下车了
-为什么？你会亲我？ -让我出去！
(BeII rings)
-请坐我的位置
-谢谢，但是我就快下车了
对不起
听着… 你有些地方不老实了
我能看见它在你身上硬起来
它也许会毁掉你的渴望
小姐… 听我的，承认一切
我能给你打电话吗？
-你有我的号码吗？ -没有
那你就不走运了
再见！
嗨，莱罗
你为什么哭？
他离开我了！ 他回他妻子身边了！
他那话儿不行了他感到内疚 他说是我们的错
-是真的吗？ -我怎么会知道？
世上所有挑选的男人都有 为什么挑选我的男人？
莱罗，今晚穿上最好的女装
你会找到好一千倍的男人！
-你这么想？ -我保证！
安东尼亚塔，节食进行的怎么样？
我喜欢的一切不是违法，不道德 就是使人变胖
ReaIIy!
我为你准备了绝好的惊喜
它给我和皮埃尔度过的难忘夜晚提供了思路
- 哦真的… - “原子屁股”试一试
你一定要把它带回家 真的
亲爱的，我昨天买了一些 但比这好的多
我们什么时候能看你的收藏？
(♪ ItaIian opera pIays)
嘿，女孩们，努力工作呢
(AII) Hi, Mr SiIvio.
安东尼亚塔，有些新货刚到
你介意在后面试穿一些吗？
可以
赛尔维奥先生 我马上去
来吧，亲爱的
有的女孩就是那么走运！
女孩们，休息一下
来这里
向后靠
是
让我看看你的乳头
让我看到你的全部
这条腿稍弯一下
现在弯这条
转身
是的
把你的裤子提到脸颊间
正好适合我
今早我醒时这第三条腿 像电线杆一样
我就想到了你
我受宠若惊，赛尔维奥先生
(SqueaIs)
(Shop doorbeII rings)
早上好，戴安娜 早上好，托马斯那夫人
你在悼念谁吗？
是，很不幸 我失去了我的小卡罗
哦，抱歉 是亲近的人吗？
很亲近
我们在一起14年了 他是条很好的狗
我明白
还有议员，他怎么样？
他在斯特拉斯堡 为世界性饥饿做斗争
你准备好我预定的货了吗？
当然
我等不及填满我的衣柜
让我试试
但是你上周试过了
我知道，我喜欢管用的
很不幸，它们毁成碎条了
那个工程师有自己的品味
工程师？ 他是你最好的战利品？
不是，但是是最大方的，卡提尔
-恭喜 -该做什么呢？
至少我下午不会无聊
我找到了一小帮朋友
阿里西亚介绍我去的 是你的常客
法考尼夫人？
是，别人叫她“波考尼夫人”
律师，医生，次官… 你会赚很多钱！
如果你感兴趣，我可以和她谈
不可能，托马斯那夫人 我想我不能真的…
卖屁股？
我认为那不是卖淫
我只是业余做，以消磨时间
很多女士做 反正，妓女不会加入
男人想象力丰富
几乎每次约会 我都会学到一些古怪性事
你对新事物不感兴趣吗？
我老公想象力丰富
我老公不是 一个欧洲议会公使创造性能有多强？
但是遇见不认识的人太浪漫了
在某个旅店或是公寓里
心跳加速，就像探险
未知，绝妙
而且还有贱卖自己的惊颤
羞耻，罪过！ 如果我是你，我会试一下
谢谢你 但我得错失你的…
我认识一个美国主教 他一定会喜欢你
- 神父不是我喜欢的类型… - 他们是最好的顾客
- 我买10条 - 哦，太好了！
托马斯那夫人真的很好
她是最好的而且在所做领域中很成功
某种程度上，有点像我做的事
在那里受凌辱
付出珍贵的努力 我因此得到更多的报酬
我丈夫不能抱怨，我也不能
那是什么意思？
疯狂，是吧？
你不感到内疚？
我没爱上那个老头
但是你还是在背叛你丈夫…
你为什么那么想？ 这不是背叛
少来了，别装傻
这两件事不一样
与皮埃尔，是特殊的 激情的，爱
与别人，一次戏弄是一次野餐
再见，戴安娜
如果你改变主意了给我打电话
我会记得的
我不知道你如何 使自己与老板做那些事
对于新手，他丑得无理
我不管那些 我有帅气的皮埃尔先生
这是关于丑男人的
他们比帅男人大方
事实是 他们需要我们原谅他们的粗鲁
-也许吧 -有人说那样叫恶劣
但是很有趣！
与老板做时 我感觉像是在与自己的爸爸做
真是太像样了！
开心的挑战，真的！
-如果被发现怎么办？ -没有危险
很简单，用最自然的方式
就在那做！
戴安娜！哦，上帝！ 你还好吗？
哈？我很好，没关系
戴安娜，介意来一下工作间吗？
- 这有人要见你 -哦…是的，是的
我马上去
(♪ ItaIian opera pIays)
纳迪娅，你在这做什么？
别提了
-艾玛姨妈去世了 -哦，我的天！
我还告诉她圆滑一些
我不能离开健身馆 你得去参加葬礼
你一直是她最喜欢的人
但是，我不知道… 恐怕…
-我的工作，帕罗… -没问题，戴安娜…
一切都会没事的！
你去威尼斯参加葬礼吧
不用担心帕罗
你去吧
我保证我会照顾他
我保证
抱歉，戴安娜 我希望能和你一起去
但是我工作很忙
别担心，我可以自己去
我担心你的忠贞度 你知道葬礼有多性感！
- 帕罗，那太疯狂了！ - 这历史事实已被证实
病态的环境会相反的造就
一种强烈的性欲
我在一篇描写通奸的文章中读到的
你知道吗有数据表明
60%多的意大利妻子背叛了丈夫吗？
-这是什么？ -安东尼亚塔给我的！
和你一起厮混的都是什么样的人？
不为自己的行为感到可耻的人
不像你一样死脑筋！ 我们来看看吧
悉听尊便
请进！这绅士是你的同伴吗？
他是我丈夫
-在此等候，好吗？ -当然
哦，那样很好
- 对，就那样 -请脱衣服
向下，向下，右面
还有裤子，谢谢
你偏离目标了！
坐在这
大角度敞开
你觉得怎么样？
你…去看妇科医生时 他有没有…
那个男人？ 他至少90岁了！
如果他年轻又帅气呢？
嗯，视情况而定 我说不好
-医生，你在做什么… -只是履行我的职责
放松，让我专心
如果我做了你是否会沮丧？
我会像恶魔一样发怒！
你没有别的反应吗？
我会很激动
这类事情总在商店发生
我们老板是个粗鲁的男人
他总摸我
真的？哪里？
浑身…乳头，屁股
他在说悼念词时真的在摸我
真是混蛋！你怎么做的？
你就站在那，哈？告诉我
我被带走了
在后屋里结束
是吗？他对你做了什么？
他把我扔在桌子上
分开我的腿 然后他摸我的下面
- 你是说，这里？
- 对，就那样
然后呢？
然后他把我翻过来 让我向前弯
哦，医生！真棒！
给我，一切！
- 对！把我的屁股撕开！ - 再高点！再高点！
请
我受不了了 这是你的错，你这蠢货
这是你的错 你的想象力让我太兴奋了
你们两个能帮我忙吗？
-荣幸之极 -当然
我会付一百万里拉
做什么？
你能帮助我
它是如此残酷
拿走我的处女身…
从女人那里拿钱？
我也许是最不浪漫的人 永远不会
你怎么敢这样？ 没看见我在悼念吗？
(Man cIears throat)
依据绝对约束条款
他不能再建另一座建筑 不能为现有建筑增添地板
我遗赠给马克.瓦伦提尼
我哥哥路易吉.瓦伦提尼之子 因此我的法定继承人我的侄子
享有米拉别墅的 合法而清晰无疑的归属权
她总是自私
空头的财产
她在开玩笑吗？
修那破房子的钱 都够我买套新的了
条款
我遗赠给戴安娜.布鲁尼
先姐乔凡娜.瓦伦提尼之女 我的侄女依法继承我的财产
我的财产在顶楼
乔德卡大厦1477号
享有其现存条件
享有我去世时其内部一切设施
你太幸运了 正中我下怀
我可以把它当做威尼斯度假公寓
最后
我将地产
及我名下的现金账户
威尼斯卡萨帝储蓄的
遗赠给维托里奥.威尼托 加尔默罗会的修道院的女尼们
-我一生热衷于支持她们 -上帝保佑她
你的签名
你看起来美极了
-罗马对你不错 -谢谢
我要去看看顶楼 想来吗？
我们不能去，马克 还要邀客人进餐
别担心，诺拉 你回帕多瓦吧
我和戴安娜去 进餐时我会到家的
又来了
神父，在下面签字
“最后的应是第一位的”
-很高兴你和我一起来 -怪女人，艾玛姨妈
她很喜欢我们
事实上，所有的亲戚中我陪她的时间最少
-那你了解她吗？ -当然
至少知道家人说的
谨慎，律己，智慧… 最重要的，有技巧！
有技巧？怎么讲？
在床上，两，三个情人… 有时四个
但是合适的男人们…有妇之夫 钱与潜力多多
他们帮她积聚财富
她很好的学到自己要学的东西
为了自己也为了我们 正如我们在遗嘱中听到的那样
哈里姨夫怎么样？
一个谜，他知道她的不忠吗？
他喜欢那样还是悲痛欲绝？
我还是认为他一直对女人不感兴趣
但有一件事是确定的 艾玛对他很狂热
如果他还活着 我们什么都继承不到
什么？
别担心，没人会抢走你的顶楼
它是你的 你在里面可以为所欲为
也许，我会在威尼斯邂逅你
你当然会
-你和诺拉怎么样了？ -你跟帕罗呢？
很好！
他知道我们的事吗？
我在他之前就拥有了你
我们有过床上的狂野想象
真的？
我有新闻要告诉你！
来，马克
我想去顶楼
-记得吗？ -我怎能忘记？
你令人上瘾 我总是要不够
我以前叫你“勃起机”
你说我是你的勃起机
还是有游客们的尿味
女士们也在这撒尿
分开你的腿 这样我做不了
你以前要有技巧得多
你只是忘了要怎么站着行事
是…我知道
是，她的批评的确不必要
她是没有什么学问
怎么，你在我兴奋之至时离开？
去我家吧 那更舒服些
你是说艾玛姨妈的顶楼？
那房子是我的了！
我决定了明天再走
我想度过自己房子内的第一夜
但我得回去
有客人来吃饭
管他呢 我告诉帕罗我今晚会回去
不，戴安娜，我不能那样
别担心，我们另找时间
我会好好利用我在威尼斯的房子
(Ferry boat horn)
那是去车站的渡轮
如果你快点，还赶得上！
戴安娜，发誓你会让我看到新房子
确定
我发誓
但你最好快点！
再见！
上帝！
谁想得到呢？
你是妓女，姨妈
(Gasps)
(Laughs)
这顶楼一定是你 用很多次口交挣来的
姨妈，你太好了！
我现在更爱你了！
我答应帕罗我会打电话 我在想这电话好不好使
“多纳西恩…阿方斯”
喂
嗨，请问阿方斯.多纳西恩在吗？
我就是
你可能不记得
我是戴安娜.布鲁尼 我们在罗马见过
女诗人聚会上
你是与我聊天的可爱女士
你在哪里打电话
我在威尼斯，我继承了一个小公寓 想重新装修
-所以你想起了我？
算得上…而且，你说过…
我很高兴！
你来我这怎么样？
来我家，罗伦佐尼宫殿
就在雷佐尼可宫旁边
我了解威尼斯，我知道它在哪
-那快来吧 -我马上到
哦，很凉！
欢迎
-晚上好 -晚上好
我们以前见过吗？
肌肤懒懒的躺在
嘴里满满的空虚
撕裂的肌肤在愉悦之后是肿胀
这真是奇怪
去吧，阿方斯在等你
红灯区
晚安！
你找到这里蛮快的
当然
你和诗人在一起？
哦
我们在工作
这么晚了？
那不是你来这的原因吗？
那晚之后，它就像这样…
神奇之屋
等到楼上你就能看到
- 去天堂？ - 地狱…我的地狱
呃喔…
随时可以...
- 给我带路 - 你先走
我想欣赏你的屁股
这样就好… 还是你想再多看些？
来，来抓我！
(Laughs)
上帝
收集这些一定花了不少时间
我早期…由那个开始
那是我老婆
表情很丰富！
哦，是的
我从她那学到了人体面相 躺在后面，就那样
这是个画廊
你可以看到懦弱的屁股 勇敢的屁股
愚蠢的屁股，聪明的屁股，智慧的屁股 懒散的屁股，快乐的屁股，无忧无虑的屁股…
见屁股如见人啊！
哦
我的怎么样？
我看看...
刚强，挑逗，叛逆…
有点不安… 内向自闭
没的救了？
有，按规则来就行了
什么规则？
按我说的做
如果你大叫的话，我会停手的
听你的？
好
- 跪下吧 - 为什么？
因为游戏开始了！
有心感受…
力量…骄傲…
-痛吗？ -你大叫的话，我就会停手
随你
我害怕！
照我说的做
会自然地发生的
深呼吸
分娩一样深呼吸
跟我一起呼吸！
好
继续!
(Diana screams)
-你叫了 -不是，我弄坏油画了
你不担心，不要紧我去修复就行了
真野性！
快感！太美妙了！
(Laughs)
一个修道士曾经告诉我
他最大的乐趣就是得到一个女人相信
她的屁股不是专门用来拉屎的
她的屁股如此神奇可爱
能使男人快乐 从而避免通奸
不可思议
毛衣还在衣橱里
我发现了一些照片
-亲爱的艾玛姨妈 -猜是谁？
公寓还是一样
一切未变
难以置信
可以看到整个威尼斯！
对于新婚夫妇，简直是天堂！
- 租出去 - 为什么？
我还想给咱们留着
我们是相爱的年轻夫妻，对吧？
- 我们不是，交易 - 啊哈.
你刮毛了
把周围修了一下
我要做个优雅的女人 毕竟我是继承人
那是一天，哦耶
你个笨蛋！
艾玛姨妈让你兴奋，哈？
对，我应该嫉妒！
告诉我事实，你的亲戚来看过房子了吗？
当然来过了
马可是不会放弃任何机会的
他转让给你了？
他说到我们以前怎么出去
跟我说说
我们到多格那顶
他会抚摸我裙下的花朵…
-我会把手放他身上 -怎么做
小心！这可是宝贝来的！
他把我的头压下
想让我把它放到嘴里
你怎么做？
我努力了…
都是简单应付的
你昨天在公寓也做了？
Mm-hmm.
我喜欢你描述的幻想
- 真的？ - Mm-hmm.
你跟马可没发生什么
一个给你
我想描述下阿方斯
他是谁？
舞会上的法国舞伴
故事发生在公寓？
没有，在他的住处
漂亮的装修
具体说说 快点！
他为我的臀部着迷
他愿意为它付出所有！
即使我愿意，但我还是拒绝了
他把我双腿打开 开始舔皱痕
不是很疼
我能适应…
-那你…？ -像特快列车！
怎么了？ 怎么停下了？
-你这吻痕哪来的？ -什么？
-你脖子上的吻痕！ -你说什么？
我以为你在编故事
听我解释
这次的故事不怎么动听
那家伙上了你！
没有，帕罗，我发誓 他没有上我
只是臀部而已
(Door sIams)
帕罗，别生气
-我们谈谈吧 -别管我！
你一直都笑对这种事的
你说可以让你兴奋
因为那些不是真的！
那有什么关系
我完全属于你的
我跟别人发生关系很搞糟？
我意思… 只是快感而已
我不想听你的“快感”！
好像世界末日一样
但是，明天…
别过来
我们玩完了
我们之间没有明天
不许睡我们的结婚床 你个婊子！
一点都不惊讶
我们家族不说谎
你没事吧？
- 帕罗跟我大吵一架 - 无法挽回了？
他要分手
真的？ 另结新欢？
不是因为女人…是男人
-帕罗？！ -不是，是我
那人在威尼斯
就这样？我很担心你
女士们，今天到此为止！
去沐浴
我要听全部的
别做那
你干嘛全告诉他了？
我们只是在开玩笑
无性做爱
你是荡妇还是哑巴？
男人都是蠢猪！
也要矢口否认
方法就是即使铁证如山
他们宣扬要性平等
没人能做到！ 他们都是懦夫
我不想这样结束
昨晚躺床上，孤枕难眠
最好另觅男人
他以为自己谁啊？
这是真的简单
一个男人是无法满足女人的需求的
每个男人的感觉都不同
女人需要不同的感觉
你的屁股乱说
不管怎样，你得把他甩了
哪是什么
拜托！换其他人，屁股会疼 但是他不会！
不,不,不, 快点, 哪是荒唐的
我爱他，我不想失去他
-你得帮帮我 -怎么帮？
跟他谈谈，跟他说他也有错
跟他解释下
他得意识到其他人都是次要的
他不听怎么办？
他听你的话 他很信任你
拜托你了，纳迪娅
不用留情？
什么意思？
看，灰毛！
我的下体变灰色了！
好的，不用留情
午饭休息的时候我去看看
谢谢，纳迪娅！ 就知道你最好
介意我洗个澡吗？
今早急急忙忙的 都没洗下身
以后可别这样
出门前，可以不洗脸
但一定得洗下身
你从不知道会发生什么
(Intercom buzzes)
哦，是你
好的，当然可以
(DoorbeII rings)
你好，很高兴你来 我想听听你的意见
好的…
-笨蛋！ -我？为什么？
你在践踏好女孩
- 你不知道她做了什么！ - 我当然知道
我只是不知道会产生悲剧
我应该给她颁个奖？
你不需要做任何事情
她很不错
她很优雅大方 她很崇拜你
你为什么要打击她？
妻子只能跟自己的丈夫做爱
做爱，做爱…
我们在讨论无足轻重的事情
你觉得婚姻是一切
你代表所有男人？
现在不是你父母那个年代，看看！
- 你希望戴安娜变成她？ - 当然不希望
但我是受伤害的人
该怎么办，我嫉妒！
道出事实了
问题的根源是你的嫉妒 荒唐和无语…
简直胡说八道
她对你厌倦的话 我可以理解你的痛苦
但事实不是这样 她只是需要些自由和性爱
这是你一直在享受的
糟糕的就是这样！ 她对着别人笑…
跟别人说话 这些在面前做的一样
她这个样子！ 我无法忍受
我受不了，
让人发狂！
刚才我在做梦
梦到跟戴安娜一起
简直是场恶梦 我快要发疯了
我理解 我可以给你证明
我很感动
在这里，触摸我
你知道我对的感觉如何吗？
你不知道我多想你把手放我身上
躺下
很好，很高兴可以让你兴奋
我说真的，别担心
没必要嫉妒
戴安娜不会介意的 她已经全权委托我
戴安娜？！ 不是！怎么了？
-我要戴安娜，不是你！ -屁话！
你下身出卖你的谎言！
可怜的戴安娜 她以为自己丈夫与众不同
你们都一样！
思想迂腐…
荣誉，贞操，背叛！
开放的女孩是荡妇，对吧？
T理解下，纳迪娅 我做不到
这样的话，那证明戴安娜没错
蠢人，她没错！ 她确实没错！
没必要吵架 你个蠢人！
我觉得问题是… 你是同志！
你的内裤！
但男人都是坏蛋 所有男人
对我们来说都是！
来，姐妹们！ 我们一起开心
别拉那么长的脸！
快看！ 太诱惑了
不错. 性感男人！过来！
-喂， -谁，我？
我们想打听打听
什么？
多大？
什么…？回来！
让我抓到你…
嘿，女孩!
天呐！
- 这屁股！ - 是个异装癖者
喂，甜心 你有没有带把？
-你说对了！ -看看！
用来做什么的？ 很强大！
可以进你的屁眼
也许我可以把这个塞进你的屁眼！
-跟我走，5万块
-去你的！ -不对，是去你的！
-我先说的 你个臭婊子！
婊子！
可以去哪狂欢一把？
舞厅！
还有更好的选择！
去随心所欲的地方！
- 最疯狂的？ - 你运气好的话！
(♪ SISSY PENIS FACTORY: "Everybody Fuck Now")
♪ Everybody fuck now
♪ Come on, Iet's fuck
♪ Baby
♪ Let my pussy take controI
♪ Let myjuices move you
♪ Fuck
♪ Let my pussy take controI
♪ Let myjuices move you
♪ Everybody
♪ Everybody, everybody
♪ AII you bitches
♪ AII you brothers
♪ Everybody, everybody, everybody suck some cock up
♪ Fuck aII through the night
♪ Everybody fuck now
♪ Everybody
♪ Come on, Iet's fuck
♪ Baby
♪ Let my pussy take controI
♪ Let the juices move you
♪ Let my pussy take controI
♪ Let myjuices move you... ♪
喂，等等
女孩们！
我想来点强的
来杯“兴奋剂” 可以让你整个人舞起来
给我的
-是什么？ -迷幻药
(Echoing Iaughter)
不好意思，打扰下
多大？
为什么这么问？ 你们见过？
那个学生！ 电车上，我那时穿白衬衣
天啊
你怎么在这？
做调查
不堕落的话 我怎么写得出罪恶的论文呢？
跟我走
天呐！我想大叫！
我从都不知道勃起！
(♪ EIectronic dance music puIsates)
(Moans)
- 怎么了？ - 没事.
没事
怎样？
我内裤脱了！
再给我一杯
(TeIephone rings)
喂？什么事？
妈的，不！
我可不保证
把钱给我
- 喂？ - 我是戴安娜！
- 是个大型晚会！
凌晨4点了，你喝醉了！ 快回家！
-你跟谁一起！ -男人！很多男人！
一群性感男人！
大伙，跟帕罗打个招呼！
你好，帕罗！
嫉妒吗？
停！我不许你这样！
我是你丈夫！
不是！ 你是个混蛋！
我解放了！ 我可以玩遍世界！
没玩够，我是不会回家的！
谁管得着？ 你找不到我的！
我要离开这！ 我受够了！
我要搬回爸妈那住！
你理解我说的? 我要离开
好！好！
真不敢相信我竟然 吮过你的阴茎，混蛋！
赶紧搬回你妈那住吧
喂，要帮忙吗？
-你要走了？ -嗯，他送我一程
天快亮了 我有点担心
帕罗要搬走
他不会搬的！ 他爱你
-我要走了
-好的，我要呆会儿
我发现了冲击英雄
想想你的所作所为 想想我们俩
我爱你，帕罗
但你爱我吗？
亲爱的马里卡拉 我爱他
但对我所做的一切 我觉得自己是个忠诚的妻子
跟别的男人一起
不代表我背叛他 那些一点都不重要
只是短暂的兴奋而已
这跟肉体和灵魂毫无关系
这样可以让我跟帕罗的关系更好
所以我没有任何罪恶感 或者愧悔
这是为什么我不想 我们的爱情这样结束
我怎样才能让他明白呢？
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诚挚的…米兰
Sara! 来这!
(Indistinct chatter)
来些吗？我刚抓的
不要，我不喜欢
你心情不好，哈？
想象下 你现在可以在戴安娜双腿间
而不是在这伤心欲绝
你觉得怎样？
没事
我硬了！
妈的！
他比你聪明
他的选择是正确的 他知道她用心去爱
他觉得你是个混蛋
因为你要证明给她看
你知道是什么意思吗？ 这是性器官！
好理由
因为嫉妒把自己毁了，值得吗？
有点阿Q精神…
面对戴安娜 一笑而过
-喂！ -有没有找到蛤蜊？
我想我们必须走. 他们可能正在看我们.
- 快点，还很远. - 等等我
- 快点晚餐已准备好了 - 等等，我就来
(TeIephone rings)
你好？喂
喂？ 去你的
- 谁啊？ - 无名崇拜者
第二次了
他会回来的 丈夫都这样
(TeIephone rings)
喂？喂？
谁？
帕罗？是你吗？
为什么不说话？
你还抱希望啊！ 他有什么好的？
没有 我只是很爱他
为什么他不理解我
如果不理解忠贞的话 那是他的错
对，但他已经走了
不！是他！ 谁？帕罗？
不是帕罗！ 是斯卡拉蒂船长跟他的新宠…
那男人是个壮汉！ 属于你的！
好！我会执行命令的
船长，你好！
你好，安东尼亚塔
这是久违的侄女
另一侄女？
你有这么多漂亮侄女
想看看你们最好的产品
轻薄，透明的…
-懂我意思吗？ -当然明白
我们去看看，喜欢什么颜色？ 白色？红色？黑色？
小姐，喜欢什么颜色？
叔叔，你觉得呢？
我得问问安东尼亚塔
我一直觉得黑色最好
像你侄女这样的尤物
穿轻薄型的效果非常明显
除非她是棕色的…这！
哦，不，别在这，不要！
我们想试试一些. 好的,船长
是. 很好.
(♪ ItaIian opera pIays)
叔叔，过来 给点意见
If you knew how I feeI!
我看看 有点松
你觉得呢？ 帮我们看看？
当然可以，船长
明白我的意思吗？
带着这么年轻的女子，真是耻辱
抱歉让你失望了
-叔叔… -好的，内裤
那女人很在行，
- 下来点， - 她知道自己想要什么
对了
结束了… 可以的话，他会速战速决
他行的 不止一次这样了
真邪恶！ 无法忍受他的反常行为！
关键你怎么看待而已
想的话 可以让你多找些他这样的客户
我可以退休了
起立,亲爱的.
我可以上那家伙和他侄女…
我知道，我知道！ 整晚！
船长爱上她了？
爱？他不知道爱是什么！
知道性！
戴安娜，亲爱的 你怎么了？
我好难受
-跟帕罗闹翻了 -哦，可怜的
不能让客户看到你这个样子
过来
你是一个好女孩.
怎么回事？ 跟我说说
没什么好说的 赛尔维奥先生
(Sobs)
帕罗离开我了！
可怜的孩子，哭吧 哭出来会舒服点
太糟糕了 我只是跟几个人睡而已
我很后悔这么做 我不是故意伤害他的
当然，亲爱的，我能理解
你没有做错
你在干嘛，赛尔维奥先生？
没事，没事 会好的
(Car horn)
Hey! Wowee!
是他！ 是他的车！
戴安娜，你要去哪？
我跟你说了 他肯定会回来的
告诉你 丈夫就象一个讨厌的人
赛尔维奥先生是猪
家人怎样？
我想健在，我没去他们那
啊？有点意外
-我有话要说 -跟我说？我在听呢
首先，我不会忘掉发生的事情
发生的事情？
我是认真的，戴安娜！ 我不开玩笑，你知道!
我知道，我也是
我无法离开你 我要疯了
哦，帕罗！我爱你！
所以我决定：
按你的方式生活 幸福快感！
我喜欢！
谁做的？
别这样，帕罗！
你又这样！ 我只是想知道
上次是男朋友搞的
这次是撞树上的
告诉我事实，戴安娜 我想知道事实
法国古董销售员他很喜欢我
你可以做得更好的！
马可表哥我们一起走
你在折磨我
我知道你喜欢 对吧？
对，我喜欢你这样
我不会再问问题了
从今以后，唯一的真相是…
(Diana Iaughs)
好性感的臀部
效果很好
你不知道重修过了，哈？
真的？你都没说
中间撕坏过！
喜欢在威尼斯的第一晚吗？
-你赢了！ -“你赢了”？
那就是你的最佳水平吗?
你比昨晚表现得好，六次！
- 我期待更多的回报！ - 我会还清的！
不，现在不行！
会把眼线弄坏的！
我得走了，我要迟到了
当我们在私秘的地方，我很想要你
打扮成这样我想知道你去哪？ 跟马可表哥约会？
我不知道要去哪
我只知道是个开心的日子
威尼斯让我兴奋
我也开心！
拜拜！
我非常爱我丈夫
但对我所做的一切 我觉得自己是个忠诚的妻子
其他男人不重要 所以我没有负罪感
相信我没有作恶
我怎样才能让他明白呢？
亲爱的戴安娜
很多像你这样的女孩写信给我 她们背叛丈夫，但依然深爱他们
这种“快感”
不光是男人的特权
女人也有
重要的是他不要嫉妒快感
所以我经常告诉读者
生活像拍电影而不是争吵
不是折磨自己的身体和灵魂
学习如何假装，如何回应
从来信可以看出
很多女性都知道这些道理
亲爱的马里卡拉
我在一个离婚男子家兼职
他喜欢看我裸体干活
我不介意他摸我
或者更进一步
我是否不正常？
威尼斯不仅仅是座城市 还是别墅
一个法国诗人把它叫做 “欧洲的女性城市”
- 阿方斯跟你说过 - Mm-hmm.
- 我爱你 - 我呢？你爱我吗？
我会爱…这个
你呢？你爱我吗？
你就不能说我爱你？
小心！很宝贵的！
问题是，我不知道艾玛姨妈的摄影机还有多少胶卷！
别管摄影机，集中精神！
你说的对，我们应该像拍电影一样结婚生活
这是留给子孙的一笔财富
Paolo?
Paolo, are you there?
Oh, paolo, of course I love you.
Confessions to marikla
how much does love involve you?
Dear marikia,
I'm writing fo you because I need your aavice.
I'm 24 and 've been married for five years.
I've been told that I'm pretty and I'm fun to be around.
I have a good job and a wonderful husband.
I know I married a bit young, but it's worked out really well.
Lots of passion to start out with,
and lots of understanding fo keep it fogether.
Except that for a while now
I've been feeling upset in a strange kind of way.
I want fo live more... it's hard fo explain... more fully, more intensely.
But my days are so uneventful, they're almost humdrum.
I tell myself that it must be the season that's giving me these strange cravings.
But in fact they've become even stronger lately.
Especially since that night my sister Nadia fook us fo a party
in honour of a venetian poetess.
I'd like to fuck you and not touch you
and, among the uncertain hairs of your arse,
loose tongued, make a song resound.
I'd like to stuff dancing cunts in your mouth.
I'd like to cover you with sticky breasts and perfumed spit.
And down between your balls, suck your cock into my heartache.
I'd like, between lustful anal sex sessions and moans, to lick your knees.
And upwards, from your belly to your heart.
And to find some rest, I'd like not to be able to come any more.
Bravo!
That's made me so excited!
So kinky.
- Very modern. - Bravo!
From Veronica Franco to patrizia valduga, a representation of the feminine Eros.
Congratulations. Your book will be a big hit.
I'm Nadia valentini. I run a body-fithess gym.
Come in and give it a try whenever you like.
Nadia valentini.
I'd love to be able to write like you.
Believe me, I've never met such a sensual it expert.
- Shall we dance? - Of course.
Everybody gatecrashes in Rome. Nobody needs an invitation.
I wasn't invited either.
I came with the poetess.
We're next-door neighbours in venice.
- I'm from venice too. - Oh, yes?
Do you know what a French poet like me used to call it?
"Venice - sexe femelle d'Europe.”
Are you a sailor, with those tattoos?
I travel around, you know.
I collect old things.
Well, why don't you collect those two witches and take them away?
- You like the boy? - Well, he is my husband, after all.
Come on, husbands don't count.
Maybe not for you, but mine counts a lot for me.
I'd like to fuck you
and, among the uncertain hairs of your arse,
loose-tongued,
make a song resound.
I bet you're all wet.
Excuse me. My head is spinning.
Don't bother with museums, you fools. Art is among us, we are art.
Two perfect examples of baroque.
They flatten out as they go down.
Tapered like borromini's creations.
Then turn them around and you have two arses in pure rococo style.
- But... - Don't be afraid.
I'm not afraid. But I don't know what your name is.
You're right. Alphonse donatien.
Pirate of love.
I was right. You're all wet
- You're crazy. What are you doing? - What I promised I'd do.
Diana, are you in there?
Yes, paolo. Just a minute.
I lost you. Anything wrong?
No, I just needed to pee. Do you want to leave?
Yeah, I'm bored. This party's rubbish.
Whatever you like. Let's go.
But
you're soaking wet.
And it's not pee. What is it? Are you turned on?
Of course, if you touch me there.
You know how sensitive I am.
Keep doing it.
Are you turned on because of me or that guy?
- What guy? - The one you were dancing with.
Who was he?
A frenchman who lives in venice.
He came on to me like a man possessed.
Paolo, you're driving me crazy.
Wasn't he a bit mature for you?
- Well, you can call him mature. - You should have called me.
I didn't say I didn't like him.
- He was in the bathroom with me. - Really?
Didn't you notice? He was right there, behind the door.
You're just joking. It's another one of your silly stories.
- He took all my clothes off. - Stop it.
He wanted to take me from behind. If you hadn't knocked...
You're making it all up. I know it. You are, aren't you?
He liked my arse.
What about this? Did he make you touch it?
Was it as hard as mine?
You like my arse too, don't you?
How many times do I have to tell you? It's the most.
You need to look at it before you can say that.
- Tell me I've got a beautiful arse. - It's beautiful.
Oh, god!
Come on, let's go home.
No, let's do it here.
Come on.
Tell me you made it all up. Go on, tell me.
Be quiet.
And they call us whores!
Morning!
Come on, wake up, lazybones.
I'll teach you for being so cheeky.
No! You're hurting me.
- Stop it. - What are you doing?
Stop it.
I'm raping you! I'm raping youl!
It's eight o'clock. Too late for rape.
Let me go. Let me go.
If my mother could see the mess you make me live in.
Who, the wicked witch?
How dare you? I forbid you to talk about her like that.
All right, mr grumpy. All right.
Don't you like the music of the rain?
You're completely amoral.
What about you, you pig?
- I'm right. - No way.
It shouldn't have been a penalty.
- What are you on about? - It was a penalty.
Didn't you see the replay?
What replay? What are you talking about?
Didn't you see it on Sunday?
Of course I saw the replay.
If they hadn't had that penalty...
- It was a penalty. - The referee's a wanker.
- No way. I'm sorry. - Come on.
What the hell are you touching?
We're talking about football and you just touch my balls.
- Please... - Thank you, but I'm getting off next stop.
I'm sorry.
Listen, we need to be clear about things in life.
But you're a bit mixed-up.
You're firm in everything but your vocation.
- Miss... - Be a good boy and go to confession.
Can I call you?
- Do you have my number? - No.
Well, then, you can't.
Bye.
Hi, lello.
What's wrong? Are you crying?
He's left me. He's gone back to his wife.
She's ill and he feels guilty. He says it's our fault.
- Is that true? - How should I know?
Out of all the guys in the world, why did she choose him?
Lello, tonight you'll find one ten thousand times better.
- You think so? - Guaranteed.
What about your diet, antonietta?
All the good things are either immoral or fattening.
I've got a wonderful surprise for you.
It gave me a night to remember with Pierre.
- Really? - It's explosive. You'll see.
You're just dying to take it home with you, lello.
I've already got loads. They're much nicer.
Well, what are you waiting for? Invite me round to see your collection.
Hello, guys. How's it going?
Antonietta, some new items have come in.
Would you mind trying them on, so I can see how they look?
All right, mr silvio. With pleasure.
Come along, my dear.
Some girls have all the luck!
Girls, you can take a short break.
Come here. Come here.
Yes.
Show me your tit.
Let me see you.
Spread your thighs.
Bend your leg a little.
Turn around.
Pull your panties up tight between your buttocks.
Just my size!
This morning I woke up with a massive hard-on
and I thought of you right away.
I'm really touched, mr silvio.
You're too good to me.
- Good morning. Hello, Diana. - Good morning, mrs tommasina.
Are you in mourning?
I am, unfortunately. I lost my little Pearl.
I'm sorry. A close relative?
Very close.
We'd been together for 14 years. He was a wonderful dog.
I see.
And how's the honourable member?
He's in strasbourg fighting famine.
Of course.
I can't wait to fill up my chest of drawers.
Let's try these.
They're like the ones you bought last week.
Exactly. They were a big success.
They ended up ripped into shreds.
That engineer has certain penchants.
Engineer? Is he your latest conquest?
One of the most generous. Cartier.
Congratulations.
Oh, well, at least I'm never bored in the afternoon.
I've found a little group of friends.
Algisa introduced me. She's a client of yours.
- Mrs Fitch? - That's right. They call her mrs bitch.
Lawyers, doctors, undersecretaries. It's a nice little earner.
If you're interested, I'll tell her.
Look, mrs tommasina, I'm not really cut out for...
Being a whore?
This isn't prostitution.
It's just a hobby. A part-time job. So many people do it.
Prostitutes don't come, poor things. But I do, and how!
Men have amazing imagination.
I learn something quirky on every date.
Wouldn't you like to learn something new?
My husband's got a lot of imagination.
Mine hasn't. How imaginative can an mep be?
But it's so romantic to meet someone you don't know in a hotel room.
Your heart beats like crazy. It's an adventure into the unknown.
And then the thrill of being for sale. The transgression, the sin.
I'd give it a whirl, if I were you.
Thanks for your advice, mrs tommasina.
I know an American bishop...
- I've never liked priests. - They're the best customers.
- I'll take ten pairs. - That's great.
- Mrs tommasina's nice. - Very nice. She's a belle de jour.
In a certain sense so am I, with that pig in there.
My favours in return for a pay rise.
My husband's happy and so am I.
What? He knows?
Are you crazy? No way.
But don't you feel guilty?
It's not as if I'm in love with mr silvio.
But you're still cheating on your husband.
Says who? It's not cheating.
- What do you mean? - They're two different things.
With Pierre there's feeling, understanding, love.
With the others it's just a bit of sex.
Goodbye, Diana.
If you change your mind, call me.
Of course, mrs tommasina.
How can you do those things with mr silvio?
He's as ugly as sin.
Who cares? I've already got my lovely Pierre.
I've got a soft spot for the ugly ones.
They're more generous.
They'll do anything to make us forgive their ugliness.
- I guess. - That's how it is, I'm telling you.
I have great fun with mr silvio.
It's like shagging your father. What's the harm in that?
It's all good fun.
- What if you get knocked up? - No danger of that.
There are lots of methods. I use the most natural one.
I take it... here.
Diana! My god! Are you hurt?
No, it's nothing.
Diana? Could you come to the workshop for a minute?
- There's someone here to see you. - Yes, I'm coming. Yes.
- Nadia, what are you doing here? - Put it delicately.
- Aunt Emma's kicked the bucket. - Holy Mary!
Just as well I told her to use a bit of tact.
I can't leave the gym. Can you go to the funeral?
You were always her favourite.
I don't know. How can I...
- My job, paolo... - It's not a problem, Diana.
Absolutely not.
Go to venice tomorrow for your aunt's funeral.
And don't worry about paolo.
I'll take care of him.
I'm sorry, Diana, but I can't come with you.
I've got so much work at the moment.
Don't worry, I'll go on my own.
Will you be faithful to me? You know how sexy funerals are.
- Paolo, that's crazy! - It's an established historical fact.
The atmosphere of a funeral creates an overwhelming desire to fuck.
It says so in this article on adultery.
Statistics show that over 60% of Italian wives cheat on their husbands.
- What's this? - Antonietta gave it to me.
What kind of people do you hang out with?
People who aren't ashamed of what they do.
- Let's have a look at it. - If you insist.
Come in. Is the gentleman with you?
He's my husband.
- Wait here for me. - Of course, darling.
That's so nice.
- Yes. That's it. - Get undressed, please.
Down a bit more. To the right.
And your panties.
What are you doing? You're scratching me.
Sit down here.
Open your legs.
What do you think?
When you go to the gynaecologist, do you...
With him? He's 70.
What if he was young?
Well, it depends. Who knows?
- Doctor, what are you doing? - My job. Let me get on with it
would you be very upset?
Of course I would.
Is that all?
I'd be quite excited too.
That sort of thing happens at the shop.
Mr silvio's always trying it on.
He paws me when he can.
Oh, yeah? Where does he paw you?
All over. My tits, my arse...
He was even doing it when he was offering me his condolences.
Filthy pig! How did you react?
You let him do it, didn't you? Come on, tell me.
Well, yes. I let him drag me into the workshop.
Then what did he do to you? Tell me!
He threw me down on the table.
He opened my legs and touched me right there.
- Here? Like this? - Yes, like that.
Then what?
Then he turned me round and bent me over.
Fuck, doctor! What a cock!
Yes! Stick it in me! All of it!
Rip my arse apart!
Higher up, paolo, higher up! Go on!
I can't take it any more. It's your fault, you bitch.
Your imagination makes me too excited.
Can I ask you a favour, gentlemen?
- Of course. - What is it?
Let me start by saying that I'm willing to pay a million lire.
To do what?
Lose my virginity.
In my arse.
Money from a woman? Never.
Call me romantic, but a woman's arse... no way.
How dare you? Can't you see I'm in mourning?
"Subject to the environmental clause
"prohibiting the addition of extra storeys to the existing building,
"I bequeath to Marco valentini,
"son of the late Luigi valentini and therefore my legitimate nephew,
"ownership of villa di Mira,
"the land registry particulars of which are listed above."
Big deal. It's an old ruin.
It'll cost a fortune to restore it.
Next item.
"I bequeath to Diana Bruni,
"daughter of the late Giovanna valentini and therefore my legitimate niece,
"ownership of the top floor of the building at 1725 la giudecca
"in its present condition
"and with all its contents at the time of my death."
You have all the luck. I had my eye on that apartment.
I wanted a pied-a-terre in venice.
"Finally, I bequeath my estate in vittorio veneto
"and the funds in my account at the cassa di risparmio di venezia
"to the convent of carmelite nuns in vittorio veneto,
"of which I was an ardent benefactor during my lifetime."
Come with me.
What an arse!
You look great.
- Rome suits you. - Thanks.
I want to see my inheritance. Will you come too?
Don't worry, Nora. You go back to padua.
I'll go with Diana and see you at dinner.
Down here.
Father, you sign last.
The last shall be first.
- I'm pleased you've stayed with me. - Strange lady, aunt Emma.
She liked us a lot.
Of all our relatives I'm the one who spent least time with her.
- But you knew about her? - Sure.
Just the things our family mentioned.
Discreet, organised, intelligent and above all skilful.
Skilful? In what way?
Skilful in bed. Two or three lovers, maybe even four.
The right men, though. Family men, plenty of money and opportunities.
They gave her advice about her investments.
In the end she made good choices.
We saw that today. For herself and her nieces and nephews.
And uncle aristide?
A mystery! Did he know or not? Was he happy or was he bitter?
Well, I still think he was never really interested in women.
But one thing's for sure, aunt Emma was crazy about him.
If he was still alive, we wouldn't have inherited a thing.
Don't worry, nobody's going to take your apartment away from you.
It's yours. You can do what you want with it.
Who knows, I might even come back to venice.
Of course you will.
- How's it going with you and Nora? - And you and paolo?
Very well.
- Does he know about us? - What is there to know?
That I had you first, I loved you and we did everything together in bed.
Everything?
I don't think so.
Let's get moving. I feel like going to the punta della dogana.
- Do you remember? - How could I forget?
You're just the same, but even more.
- I'd call you pithecanthropus erectus. - You'd say "my pithecanthropus erectus".
There's still the same smell of piss here.
With all those tourists I bet even the women take a leak.
Open your thighs. What am I supposed to do otherwise?
You're a bit soft.
No, you've forgotten how to do it standing up.
- She shouldn't have got involved. - I agree.
What are you doing? You're not leaving me high and dry, are you?
Let's go to my house. It's much more comfortable.
You mean aunt Emma's apartment?
Isn't it my house now?
I'm not going back today, Marco. I've changed my mind.
I want to sleep in my house tonight.
I've got to get back to padua. I told Nora I'd be there for dinner.
I told paolo I'd be back this evening too.
No, Diana. I can't I can't
no problem, we'll do it another time.
I aim to spend a lot of time in my venice home.
That's the water bus for the station.
You'll catch it if you run.
Do you swear you'll let me see your new house?
I swear.
But you need to run now. Run!
Bye.
No way!
Who would have imagined this?
What a slut!
How many fucks did this house cost you?
My dear auntie, I think you're amazing.
I love you even more.
I promised paolo I'd call. I wonder if it works.
"Donatien, alphonse."
Hello?
Please may I speak to alphonse donatien?
Speaking.
Good evening.
This is Diana Bruni. Do you remember me?
We met in Rome, at the poetess's party.
Of course, the lovely lady with whom I struck up a conversation.
I'm in venice. I inherited a small apartment and want to redecorate it.
And that's why you thought of me?
Well, yes. You did say...
I'm delighted that you did! Let's get together.
How? Where? When?
This evening, my place. Palazzo [I orenzon/
right by the stop for ca' rezzonico.
I know venice. I know where it is.
- I'll see you soon, then. - See you soon.
That's so cold!
Voila!
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Haven't we met before?
Swift of flesh and blood.
In the mouth is a filled absence.
Behind, turgid, it rejoices in the lacerated skin.
I feel like I'm in a novel.
Goonin. Alphonse is waiting for you.
Street of the fuckables
good evening.
It didn't take you long to find your way here.
No.
Were you with the poetess?
Yes. Just work stuff.
At this time of night?
Aren't you here for that?
Ever since that night it's been like this.
What about the house of marvels?
The best is yet to come. Upstairs.
- In paradise? - Hell. My hell.
Go up.
- Lead the way. - No, you go first.
I want to admire your arse.
Is this all right? Or do you want to see more?
Take me. What are you waiting for?
My word! It must have taken you a while to collect all of these.
I started early, with that one.
It's my ex-wife.
Very expressive face.
Oh, yes.
From her I learned that the physiognomy of a person is all in the buttocks. Here!
This is a portrait gallery.
You can recognise the timid arse, the brave one, the stupid one,
clever, intelligent, lazy, happy, sad, carefree.
Everybody is their arse.
So what am 1?
I et's see.
A naughty, rebellious girl.
But still a little bit closed and introverted.
Can that be cured?
That depends. If you want to play the game...
What game?
I can do anything I want to you
but if you cry out I have to stop straightaway.
Everything? To me?
To you, yes.
- Kneel down over there. - Why?
Because the game has already started and you know it.
Feell
so strong, proud and free.
- Are you going to hurt me? - Cry out and I'll stop.
You're in charge of the game.
I'm scared.
Do what I tell you and it will be completely natural.
Breathe deeply, as if you were in labour.
Breathe with me.
- Did you scream? - No. I broke the picture.
Don't worry. It's not a problem. I'll have it restored.
Wild arse-fucker!
[T's just happy banging!
A friar once told me
one of his biggest pleasures was to make a woman believe
that her arse was not made for shitting
no, her arse was so divine and precious
and could make men happy and thus avoid adultery
Incredible.
The furs were still in the wardrobe.
I found some photos too.
Aunt emmal - that's her.
The apartment is just like that. Hardly anything's changed.
- Who would have thought it? - You can see the whole of venice.
- It's a dream. A real paradise. - Amazing.
Perfect for a pair of lovers.
- We could rent it out. - Why?
I was thinking of keeping it for us.
Aren't we a pair of lovers?
You've shaved.
Just the bits at the top of my legs.
I can't have them poking out of my leotard at the gym.
You're a tease.
And you're a lecherous old man.
Aunt Emma got you all excited, didn't she?
- I should be jealous. - I'm the one who ought to be jealous.
Did your cousin come and see the apartment?
Of course he did.
Do you think he'd let a chance like that go by?
Did he try it on?
Well, he started talking about when we went out together.
Tell me about it.
We'd go up to the punta della dogana.
He'd touch my little flower under my skirt
and I'd hold him in my hand.
Show me how you did it.
Careful! That meat's tender.
He'd push my head down
because he wanted me to put it in my mouth.
What did you do?
Well, I'd put up a fight but then I'd do it.
Did you do it again yesterday in your apartment?
You're full of fantasies.
- You think so? - Mm-hmm.
Nothing happened between you and Marco.
You're right.
I didn't go with him. I did it with alphonse.
Really? Who's he?
That French guy at the party on the terrace.
Where did you do it? In your aunt's apartment?
No, at his place.
It's an amazing building.
Tell me everything. Go on.
He liked my arse.
He had to have it, no matter what.
I couldn't have resisted even if I'd wanted to.
He lay me down on a couch and put his tongue between my buttocks.
He told me to breathe deeply.
Like a woman in labour.
- And did you... - I came like a fountain.
What's the matter? Did I squeeze you too hard?
- Who bit your neck? - What?
- Who bit you? - Where? What do you mean?
I thought you were joking but you really did do it.
Wait, paolo, I can explain.
It's not a fantasy. This time it's real.
He really fucked you!
No, paolo, I swear, he didn't fuck me.
He took me here.
Come on, paolo, don't be like that.
- Let's talk about it. - Leave me alone.
We've always had a good laugh about these things.
You told me you liked them and they turned you on.
Because they weren't true.
Even if this is true, nothing's changed.
You're the only one for me.
What's the harm in a little fling every so often?
It's just happy banging.
No. Count me out. I don't want any part of your happy banging!
It seems like the end of the world to you
but you'll see that tomorrow...
There's not going to be a tomorrow.
And stay away from me tonight.
I'm not sharing our bed with a whore.
After all, blood will out.
- What are you doing here? - Trouble with paolo.
- Beyond repair? - Looks like it. He wants us to separate.
What? Has he got another woman?
No, there's no other woman. It's a man.
- Paolo? - No, me.
It happened in venice.
That's all? You scared me.
That's all for today, ladies. The session's over.
Come with me. Tell me everything.
Why did you need to go and tell him?
We were messing around.
It was just a zipless fuck.
You're either a real slut or you're just naive.
Men are stupid, conceited cowards.
You have to deny everything, even in the face of evidence.
They all preach equality of the sexes.
But put them to the test and they're all worms.
I don't want it to end up like this.
I was alone in bed last night and couldn't sleep.
Find somebody else, then.
Who does he think he is?
There isn't a single man who can give women 360-degree satisfaction.
Each man is a taste, so ten men are ten different tastes.
They taught us that.
Talking's all very well, but your husband dumped you too.
Dumped me?
His arse is still sore from me kicking him out.
No, no, no. It's different with paolo.
I'm happy with him. I love him. I don't want to lose him.
- You've got to help me. - How?
Get him to talk. Show him that he's wrong.
- Get him to think it through. - What am I supposed to tell him?
That I'm not taking anything from him. The others don't count.
What if he won't listen to me?
No, he trusts you. He thinks a lot of you.
Please, Nadia.
- Will you give me carte blanche? - What?
Grey!
I've got a grey hair. I'm going grey down there too.
You've got carte blanche.
Ok, I'll go over in my lunch break. All right?
Thanks, Nadia. I knew I could count on you.
Do you mind if I have a shower while I'm here?
I didn't even use the bidet before coming here.
That's not good, sister.
You don't even need to wash your face,
but before you go out you must use the bidet.
You never know.
Yeah? Oh, it's you.
Yeah, sure, come up.
Hi. I'm glad you came. I need to talk to you.
Me too.
- You should be ashamed. - Me? Of what?
Of treating a good wife so badly.
- You don't know what she did to me. - Yes, I do.
Is it really such a tragedy?
Am I supposed to give her a medal?
You didn't need to ruin everything.
You've got a real gem there.
She's happy, generous, full of life.
Why do you want to stifle her joie de vivre?
Because wives should only make love with their husbands.
Love, love...
What's love got to do with a little fling?
You can't say that marriage encompasses the universe
or that you represent all types of men.
We're not back in the times of your mother and father. Look.
- Would you like Diana to be like her? - No.
And anyway, I'm the submissive one around here.
But what can I do? I'm jealous!
You're starting to think rationally now.
That's the only issue.
Your absurd, ridiculous jealousy. It makes no sense.
I could understand your misery if Diana was tired of you.
But it's not that. She just wants a tiny bit of sexual freedom.
What you men have always had.
That's what I can't bear! The idea that she's laughing with someone else.
Saying the same little words of love.
That he's making her come.
No, Nadia. I can't do it. I can't help it.
It's driving me crazy. I feel like I'm in hell.
When you rang I was dreaming that I was with Diana.
It was a nightmare. You can't understand but I'm really suffering.
No, I completely understand.
I'm very moved. I really am, paolo.
Feel. Feel how moved I am.
If you only knew how many times I've wanted to feel your hands on my body.
Lie down.
Good boy. I'm pleased to see you don't find me unattractive.
Don't be afraid. I mean it, paolo.
You mustn't be jealous.
Diana isn't. She gave me carte blanche.
Diana? No! What are you doing?
- I want Diana, I don't want you. - Liar.
Your cock's contradicting you.
Diana thought she'd married a different kind of man.
But she didn't. You're just like all the others.
Stuck in your gloomy old ideas.
Women cheating on you, betrayal, honour.
For you a liberated woman is always a slut, right?
Try to understand, Nadia. I can't. I won't.
If 1 did, it would be like admitting Diana was right.
Admit she's right, you idiot. Why should you care?
Wake up, you jerk. If you don't use it, you lose it.
You know what, paolino? Go to hell!
Your panties.
I've met some arseholes, but men are the worst.
Damn you all, husbands in general and ours in particular!
Chin up, little sister. I et's enjoy life tonight.
Put that long face away.
Take a look at him! Sex on legs!
Not bad. Shall we have a go?
- Hey, gorgeous, listen up. - You mean me”?
Can I ask you something?
Sure.
How big is it?
What the fuck... come back here!
If I catch you you'll be for it.
Way to go, girls!
Bloody hell, what a piece of arse!
Can't you see that's a transvestite?
Have you got a dick?
- Of course I have. - Show us.
You certainly have, but what do you do with it?
- I can stick it in your arse if you like. - Or I might stick this thing in yours.
Fine by me. 50,000.
- Fuck you. - No, arsehole, fuck you!
I said it first, you hairy pimp bitch.
Bitches.
When we feel like living it up, where do we go?
To a nightclub.
- We can do better than that, much better. - A place where anything can happen.
- Even the worst? - If you get lucky.
Hey, just a minute. I
hey, girls!
What have you got that's strong?
Delirium. It'll make a corpse dance.
Make one for me.
- What's that? - Ecstasy.
- Excuse me, can I ask you something? - Yes.
How big is it?
Don't you remember? You should know.
The seminarian. I had my collar on. In the tram.
Ah, yes.
What are you doing here?
I'm doing research.
How can I recognise sin if I don't know what it is?
Come with me.
Yes! It's so good!
Her tongue's harder than a hard dick!
- What is it, baby? - Nothing.
I feel good.
Well?
I've lost my panties!
Give me another one.
Hello? Hey. What's up?
No! Fuck the guarantee.
We did a deal, right?
If it doesn't work, that's your tough shit.
- Hello? Who is it? - It's Diana.
- What are you doing? - I wanted to tell you that I'm at a party.
It's four o'clock. Come home. You've been drinking, I can tell.
- Who's there with you? - Men. Lots of men.
Fach one better than the one before.
Say hi to paolo.
Hi, paolo!
Are you jealous?
That's enough. I forbid you. I won't allow this.
I'm your husband.
No, you're an arsehole who doesn't understand anything.
And I'm free. Free to go with whoever I want.
And not to come home if I don't want to.
Even if you do, you won't find me.
I'm leaving you. Do you understand?
I'm leaving you. I'm going.
I'm going back fo my parents' house today.
Go on, then. Go to hell!
How could I ever have fucked such a jerk?
Go on back to mummy, you bastard!
Hey, do you want a lift?
- Are you leaving? - Yeah, he's giving me a lift.
It's almost dawn and I'm worried.
Paolo wants to leave me.
No way. He loves you too much.
- I'm leaving. - Go on, then.
I'm staying a bit longer.
I've found a hero of the resistance.
Think of what you're doing, Diana. Think of us. I love you, paolo.
But do you love me?
Dear marikla, not only do [ Love him,
but in my own way [I feel I'm a faithful wife.
Going with other men doesn't mean that I'm betraying him.
Those are just casual flings that don't mean anything.
They're great for a quick thrill,
but they have nothing at all fo do with that mixture of body and soul
that makes our relationship beautiful and unique.
That's why I have no feelings of guilt, contrition or remorse.
And that's why I don't want my relationship with paolo to finish like this.
But what can I do fo make him understand that? Diana.
Column: Confess all to marikla
feelings - Milan.
Do you want some? I've just caught them.
I hate them. They're disgusting.
You're feeling bad?
Just think, you could be between Diana's legs now instead of sitting here brooding.
What are you getting out of it?
Nothing!
Liar. You've got a hard-on.
He's a traitor.
No, he thinks things through and sees the good side.
He knows Diana gives you everything with love.
He doesn't care if she does it with other men.
In fact he actually likes it.
Great thoughts... from your dick.
Maybe.
What's the point of killing yourself with jealousy
when you can have a laugh about it?
With her, even. Your Diana.
- Hey there! - Dig up any clams yet?
Yes? Hello?
Hello? Fuck off.
- Who was that? - One of my anonymous admirers.
That's the second time they've hung up.
He'll come back, don't worry. Husbands always do, more's the pity.
Hello? Hello?
Who's speaking?
Paolo, is it you?
Why don't you say anything?
What does your husband have that's so special?
Nothing, but I love him.
I don't understand why he doesn't understand me.
You shouldn't feel guilty. Faithfulness is unnatural.
Maybe. But anyway, he's gone.
- Oh, no. Look who's here. - Who, paolo?
No, not paolo, it's commendatore scarfatti with his latest niece.
I can't stand him. You deal with him.
Off you go, I'll sort him out.
Welcome back, commendatore.
Good evening, antonietta.
This is our niece.
Another one? You have so many beautiful nieces, commendatore.
Well
we'd like to see the new stock.
Something light and transparent.
- Do you see what I mean, antonietta? - Of course. Leave it to me.
Now, let's see what we can find. White, red, black?
What do you prefer?
What do you think, uncle?
Maybe black. What do you recommend, antonietta?
Well, of course black's always best.
It accentuates your white skin.
Unless your niece is tanned here too.
Oh, not here. No.
Go on.
Uncle, come here and give me your opinion.
I'm coming, my dear. I'm coming.
Let's see. I think it's a bit tight here.
- You think so? - Would you be so kind as to show us?
Of course, commendatore, as you wish.
It's scandalous taking advantage of a young girl like that.
She's older than all of us.
- Uncle! - All right, panties next.
- Sure. - She knows exactly what she wants.
Down, down. Lift your leg up.
Good girl.
And now a fuck. If he's got enough puff.
He's got more than enough.
It's disgusting. There are some perversions that I can't bear.
Fach to his own.
If only there were more customers like commendatore scarfatti.
- All that money he brings us! - Up you get.
You know where I'd put his money?
I know, lello, I know. To the rhythm of the night, right?
What if the commendatore's in love?
Love? He doesn't understand the meaning of the word.
Nor do any of you. For you it's all just sex!
Diana, what is it? Is something wrong?
I'm going through a bad time, mr silvio.
- Trouble with paolo. - Come on, don't be like that.
Don't let the customers see you crying.
Let's go. Come with me.
What's happened? You can tell me everything.
There's not much to tell, mr silvio.
Paolo's left me.
That's it, have a good cry, dear. You'll feel better.
I did cheat on him, it's true.
But I don't feel guilty. I didn't do it to hurt him.
Of course, my dear. I understand.
You didn't do anything wrong.
What are you doing, mr silvio?
Nothing. Nothing. You'll feel better afterwards.
It's him!
It's the beetle's horn.
Diana, where are you going?
Paolo's here.
I told you, husbands always come back.
Mr silvio is a pig
How are your parents? Are they well?
I didn't see them. As you can see, I came straight back.
Yeah. How come?
- I need to talk to you. - To me? About what?
I still haven't got over what happened.
Why? Did something happen?
I'm not in the mood for joking, Diana. I'm being serious.
Me too.
I couldn't leave you. Thinking of you drives me crazy.
I love you. I love you so much.
Me too. I've been thinking.
You can do whatever you want. I don't care about your happy banging.
That's how I like you!
- Who gave you that bruise? - Paolo, don't start that again.
Don't be angry. I just want to know.
Once I would have told you that it was a man.
This time I'll just say that I bumped into a drawer.
Diana, tell me the truth. Who was it?
The French antiquarian came back to Rome. He's crazy about me.
You can do better than that.
My cousin Marco wants to run away with me.
You like tormenting me.
And you like it too, don't you?
Yeah, you're right. I'll take you just as you are.
I won't ask any more questions.
From now on I will only abide by one truth. This one!
That's a great arse. It looks real.
It makes a big impression.
Just think, it's even been restored.
Really? You can't tell.
It had a crack right down the middle.
So, did you like your first venetian night?
- You bet. - You bet?
Is that the best you can come up with? Don't you remember?
You owe me one, remember?
Whatever you want. I always pay my debts.
No, leave me alone!
You'll ruin my make-up.
I need to go out. I'm already late.
Where are you going dressed like that? Have you got a date with your cousin?
Who knows? I don't even know where I'm going.
I just know that it's a wonderful day.
Venice is inspiring me.
And I'll be happy.
Bye.
"Dear marikla, not only do I love him,
"but in my own way I feel I'm a faithful wife.
"Those are just casual flings that don't mean anything.
"That's why I have no feelings of guilt, contrition or remorse.
"But what can I do to make him understand that? Diana."
"Dear Diana,
"so many girls tell me they betray their husbands but still love them.
"This 'happy banging', as you call it,
"is no longer a male prerogative but it's a woman's right too.
"As long as he doesn't react with "jealous banging'..."
That's why I always tell my readers:
Live your marriage like a film, not a boxing ring.
Instead of torturing yourselves, learn to pretend, fo act fo play.
A lot of the women who write fo me already know this,
juaging by the letters I'm publishing in this issue.
I'm 30, and fo supplement my husband's income
I work as a maid for a lawyer.
He likes watching me ado the housework naked
and I like it too.
[Let him touch me and sometimes more.
Am I abnormal?
Venice is more than just a city, it's a bay.
A French poet called it sexe femelle d'Europe.
Alphonse told you that.
I love you.
What about me? Don't you love me?
I'll settle for loving... this.
What about you? Do you love me?
Can't you see that I love you?
Careful! That meat's tender too.
The problem is, I don't know how much film's left in aunt Emma's camera.
Forget about the film and concentrate on me.
Darling, we should live our marriage like a film.
And leave it to our grandchildren in our wills.