DIARY OF AN OBSESSION
How is it going? - Heartburn. Stomach ache.
Water and sugar!
Excellent.
Like a pure dove, your Luigia.
Like a pure dove!
Mom!
Look what Benito is doing!
Don’t touch your sister!
Don’t wash your feet!
Don’t wash your hair in the sink!
Use the shared bathroom!
Sixteen.
Erect. caused by water or increased vir.ty?
Look, I'm going in, you wait here.
Can I come in for a tea? - A tea?
This is not a café. I’m looking for a new client.
Stay here.
Heavy, eh?
Come, he should be here already.
Hello!
He's Benito. He's the manager of the guesthouse. - Nice meeting you.
He’s looking for a job, since he even studied philosophy.
But since it’s hard to find a job, now he’s working as a rep for detergents.
Yes, I have the sub-agency for Latium,
for some really excellent products.
The blue one is for everyday dirt.
A faint colour, like the Virgin’s robe.
The red one is the devil, for tough dirt.
Please, don’t blow smoke on my face.
Sorry, sir, a bad habit. I shouldn’t even smoke.
Benito! Come on, do'nt be cheecky!
Okay, anyway, I want to try this tough dirt.
I have some loos that are tough. - I don't fear any test.
Thank you!
Start wherever you like.
Sinks, urinals, toilets...
Nothing scares me. Just working, honestly.
I’ll start from the toughest: the urinals.
Good!
Hold this.
Tell your cleaners that a drop is enough.
One drop, and the devil accomplishes his work.
Dream.
Met a girl outside a deconsecrated church. Was she my sister?
I sell these products. You see?
The green one is for toilets. The red one for sinks.
But it’s just psychology, they're the same.
I wanted to teach philosophy but I didn’t make it.
Aren’t you cold, so naked?
I am never cold, I’m hot.
I'm like a goddess.
This is my temple.
Instead I'm always cold, for a weak health. - Poor thing!
Lucky you.
May I touch?
Touch me.
Come on!
Wonderful! Such nice ribs!
Traffic not unnerved. No approach on bus, but no chance got.
2nd awful day for my privations. Some pizza at 15 and no dinner
after wandering uncertain as to enter a place. Flop with the priest (asking money).
Ah, Don Giuseppe...
What a bastard!
Look, you must sell the bottle for 1500, cause it costs me 1000! You got it?
But for the final rush, can't I reduce a bit? So we sell them all.
You must do as I say! I am the boss here, got it?
I'm going, bye. - What about the permit?
I've the permit, can't waste time with you!
Nice man, can I read your hand?
Forget my hand! - Are you an artist?
How do you know? - From your eyes.
Intercourse with L. at the EUR.
Wonderful exhilaration.
Erection before touching and cum with her.
How nice!
Isn't it?
Love, I’ll tell you a poem I learnt at school.
You inspired me.
It says:
"After the rain the sky clears. In the sky the rainbow appears.
It’s like a festooned bridge and the sun shines through its ridge.
It’s nice to look up at its red and blue flags."
I think it goes like that. - Nice! Who wrote it?
Gianni Rodari.
Do you know why I’m with you?
Because you're a gentleman.
And you walk like one. I saw you today.
A bit over the top, but thanks.
Love...
Look what a wonderful place.
Look!
It’s a night flower ever turning.
I desire you again.
Poor me.
What a life.
Beniamino! Come help me!
Coming!
Why didn’t you pick me up at the stop? - Last night I was late, and fell asleep.
Forgive me! It sounds like you're the boss and I'm the slave, not the opposite.
Let's go!
Brought the detergents?
Give me ten. Put them there.
10 bottles. Quick!
While my slave unloads, do you mind if I have a beer?
Go, go.
Marisa!
Join me.
You'd like a drink? Beer?
Something hot? A chocolate...
Now it really shows. - I've checked, they say they're two.
How is it to make love to a pregnant woman?
Want to try?
Come on. For you, at a friendly price.
No more than 10.000, OK?
What a sensation! It's the first time.
You should be happy, then. - I am.
It’s hard, it takes a special technique.
No, no... - I can’t get there.
Trembling nerves all day long. A woman teased me on the bus. Attractive. Loss.
Gone to the registry to get a recommendation that is of no use
because the Social Security...
Miss, where are you from? - Thailand.
Thailand? My dream. I'd like alot to visit eastern countries.
Me too. - How do you mean? - Because I was born here, actually.
Then we could go together. - I wish! - Having the money...
Please, stop staring at my daughter.
Who’s staring? I was lost in my thoughts.
Stare at me!
I am more mature, but attractive. Like her. I am her mother.
Sure, you are spitting images.
If you want, I’ll give you my cell number.
Write it down, if you fancy calling me.
You have a cell phone? How nice!
I wish I had one. It must cost a fortune.
Are you rich?
Spent 74,000.
Instead of 246,000, found only 190,000.
Stolen in my room? - You added water to the detergent?
If Chiominto knew...
What's it to you? - What do you mean?
Mind your fucking business. - But I too am selling this stuff.
Chiominto doesn't know, and if he gets to, I’ll kill you.
Thanks.
I got lost...
in a heap of terrible suspicions.
Because of Luigia’s simple-mindedness...
to not get off at the waiting stop,
but to follow her impulse
to give vent to certain states of mind, caused by me, in truth...
Can you speak louder?
Work! Snooper!
Easter Eve. So sad.
To perk me up, I’ve eaten a ton of candies.
Wet Easter this year, huh?
It's still a bit... chilly.
Candy?
Going to the movies or waiting for somebody?
Don’t know about you... But I feel very lonely.
Shall we join our lonelinesses?
Want more?
I can give the whole package.
You are curvy.
But this dress suits you fine.
Happy Easter!
Unsure between visiting the ruins or the park,
or stay here, as I feel weak.
Then I went to watch the whores at the station.
The maneuverings, and the boarding.
What an agony for my inner peace.
"Who doesn’t pay, doesn’t sleep"
Very funny, ballerinas!
I bought the colomba and I don’t know where to sleep. - Get out!
Help!
25,000 lire worth of colomba.
What an Easter. Bastards!
Easter. The guesthouse owner forgives me.
8 o’clock. I promised to give her the money I owe her. We’ll see...
Champagne!
Ah, thanks.
You are so kind.
At Easter, eaten at the military mess.
Almost fasting on Easter Monday.
Just 2oz of chocolate and 2 of cake.
In the evening... two stuffed pizzas and a glass of wine.
Smoked 15 cigarettes just from Sunday to Monday.
Colomba... almost gone. Happy Easter.
How lordly! A trip to the countryside by tram!
So what?
I'm broke, what should I do?
If I ask you money, you call me a pimp.
It's true.
Let’s go to the countryside, then. What do you care? By tram, train or taxi.
We're young, so we go make love in the countryside
To be comfy we should go to your sister's.
But she’s got 4 kids! She can't host us every time.
She can’t come up with an excuse every time. How can she do?
Just to leave her house free for us? Come on!
This Sunday there isn’t even
a single movie that's not x-rated.
They only show blue movies there?
They are all pigs there.
Like that man over there, huh?
Enough now! And you!
You let everybody touch you! - But I didn’t even feel him.
Sure, with hands like that!
TEMP. large thermometer: 36.7 Fun with Luigia.
Fair erection at Pietralata.
Hello!
Voilà!
The ballerina must be there wearing out her eye.
Do you like me, madam?
She’s a bitch.
You are gorgeous. - You too.
Come on!
Warm me up. - No, please, I’ve got worries.
Don't ask for anything, I ain't got a cent.
And then do your duty, I came here for that.
Come on!
Come on...
Why are you crying now?
Who’s crying?
It's that...
I borrowed 300.000 from a loan shark.
If I don’t give it back... they squash my hands.
Like in the American movies, I saw them. It's awful.
I’m scared.
You're right. What is it to you, darling.
Nice necklace, didn’t see it before.
But the suitcases, with all my cashmeres?
What about?
Keep your hands off my necklace. I know you.
What would I do without you?
But I manage to give her the idea to give me the necklace.
It’s my SALVATION until I sell the floor washer.
Bringing in the room a woman who was not a guest...
made suspicious the landlady, who was peeking at the door.
Poor white dove.
You found your hawk.
Ate in Ostia with the money from Luigia’s necklace.
Fry, fish chunks, broccoli, pretzels and ice cream.
And Luigia? - She couldn't come. She sent me to tell you.
Why? - She's got a stomach ache.
She's stayed always at home.
Sure, a stomach ache!
I know what it is.
She has her period.
How many times a month she has it?
Once a month.
Tell her I can’t wait anymore.
You don’t understand women.
I do. And how!
Why does she do it? Love? Convenience?
For a more artistic friendship.
To give in to her urges? Mystery.
Enrico, look, yellow and red like Rome’s team.
How grumpy! You're like that after anytime we make love?
Well, I won't come with you anymore! - You know I'm like that!
Are you nuts?
I lurk behind the newsstand, and after 2 hours I see Luigia come out of the hotel.
For the second time I resist the impulse to make the mistake of going to Luigia.
A more beautiful one, more honest, more suited, is in my destiny.
Visit to the doctor who tells me I need a psychiatrist.
Thought: SLAVE TO LUIGIA’S LOVE. Eaten too many zucchini.
The professor, there, the doctor, advised me a psychiatrist.
But the best psychiatrist it's me!
You have such nice hair, Miss. - Can’t you see how this is embarrassing?
What’s embarrassing? - Can’t you see the bus is empty?
So? - If it had been crowded it would’ve been more pleasant, no?
OK, just pretend it's full, OK?
The tram is crammed, they’re pushing me.
Oh, how... they're pushing me!
Monday.
Seventh day of nice weather. Thought...
third day good.
Circulation, good. Heart, good.
Two hours at the window.
The sunshine was flooding me. Excellent for my health.
Shame on you!
Stop touching yourself and come to the lesson!
Went to lunch, and after a short and hellish rest,
I went looking for Luigia.
It was only 3pm
and I waited with an obvious and laughable anxiety for 2 and half hours.
Maybe more.
Heart: palpitations.
I already had smoke in my lungs.
Anxiety...
and sweat.
What a nice surprise!
If the mountain won't come to Mohammed, he must go to the mountain.
What are you saying? - I read your diary, so much poetry!
It doesn't even seem written by a liar like you. - Me, a liar?
Listen who’s talking. I was waiting at the 225 stop until now.
What are you saying? When did I ever take the 225?! You must've been dreaming!
We agreed on 2:30 at the bus stop. You didn’t show up.
It can't be. - See? The liar is you. - You!
Give me the necklace, I came for that.
Or it will end up like the suitcase with the cashmeres.
What a long life line you got.
Look, even 4 kids. - Yeah, maybe to you!
Why not? 4 kids...
A fireplace, me smoking a pipe...
I don't feel like it...
Give me the necklace. I told my family, and they don’t take it lightly.
Please Benito, not now! Give me the necklace!
I like it when you're angry.
I like it.
I dream of Luigia on a road I am crossing on a bike.
I break only after passing her.
Is it love or perdition?
Dream come true in the night.
Been... with Luigia...
at Villa Borghese.
And demanded... that we do...
what in a big city...
in front of everybody...
cannot be done.
Police.
Where does Benito Balducci sleep? - The second on the right.
For what crime?
Who are you? - I’m Luigia’s cousin.
Will you cough up the necklace or not?
What necklace?
Ah, the necklace.
Now he remembers. - I pawned it.
Give me the receipt, then.
I don’t have it. - You don't?
I had to give it to Chiominto to get some money. - I see.
And he doesn't give something for nothing.
Is it a stain on your tie?
You like this game?
We’ll play it every day until you cough up the necklace.
I am sick of this jailbird life.
What's this "you don’t need me anymore"?
The franchise is mine. I’ve a 3 years contract.
What fucking contract?
Look, I need a bigger organization, mega-galactic, more efficient.
Not a sleazy thing like yours. There's him, the Prince, now.
Listen, Prince, how many blacks can you find me tomorrow?
200 Ethiopian princes, 300 Eritrean notables. Even more, if you need.
And you, with that Beniamino, how many princes can you get?
I’ve got the law on my side. - What fucking law!
What are you doing now? Crying like a baby?
Mind you, Benito, your phony tears don’t move me.
I don’t want to steal the job from anyone.
Prick!
Piece of shit!
Fuck!
Miraculous sunset.
From my window I see an African landscape.
I'm your pure dove.
She loves me!
Even though I have my reservations.
Get dressed!
The pu - suspension dots - by the puffy lips of Luigia
is nauseating.
So you're going? Pity, you were good at dancing on your toes.
Yeah, forget the dance! I'm leaving you my leotard.
I can't keep working just to pay your guesthouse.
I’m going to the hospital.
After that, I’ll look for a place in the suburbs.
The air, there, is better for my health.
Fear! Fear!
Socialised with the neighbours. There's 6 of us.
They cook good spaghetti here.
Night, slept a few hours.
Woke up at 5, but relaxed.
Gas, yes, twice during the night.
Heartburn in the morning.
The old man’s agony carries on.
Later on they told me he’s 42.
Monday, May 9. Third day of hospital.
Luigia came with a rose. She didn’t bring any money
but her affection is still great.
You come visit me and you eat my soup? - What should I do? It's noon.
Lunch.
Soup, chicken and salad...
which I didn’t eat because my friend Beniamino is eating all of it.
Have no regrets, it's tasteless.
How sad! Nobody came to visit me.
Not even my mother. - Why, I'm nobody?
Stop eating my food! I'm the one who needs food, I’m ill!
Thought... bad.
Because I smoked for the stress
caused by the call of the ward sister
who told me that the fistula is caused by tuberculosis.
She ignores if they'll operate me.
Why do you tell me this shit? You see I’m eating?
Come on in.
Come on!
Let’s play!
Fourth day, thought:
Quick but wavering whether leaving or staying.
Not having to wait a month more for the unemployment benefit,
and the money order to be levied, made me decide to go out immediately.
In the afternoon at the latest.
Can I have some tea, sister?
I’m neither your sister nor your cousin. My name's Marina.
Marina? Nice name!
Miss...
I work for the TV. During my hospital stay I'm making a survey on sex in hospitals.
Are you interested in sex? - Yes, very.
For example...
What kind of orgasm do you prefer: clitoral or vaginal?
They're somewhat hot questions.
And with that beautifully outlined mouth, fleshy,
what kind of kisses you like to give? - Just try.
May I?
For study purposes.
Miss, you are gorgeous.
It isn’t the reporter speaking, but the man.
Brunette maid, fickle whore and nil bed.
SPASMODIC ANXIETY FOR EXITING HOSPITAL
Heart: palpitations, anxiety and sweat.
A woman teased me on the bus. Attractive. LOSS.
Sunday, May 15. Rome. Fair weather.
First night new hotel. Almost posh.
Temperature 36.5. 8 o’clock...
and 36.8, 4pm. Small thermometer.
Who is it?
Your mom. - Mom!
How are you? - Fine. - You look great.
I brought you lots of things. Ham, eggs... - You shouldn't have...
My diary, mom!
You have a diary? All children of older parents are clever.
I feel like crying!
How could you come in this slum hotel?
Far, in the suburbs... How could you?
How?
Do you know how much a room like this costs downtown?
And you? You come with a piece of chicken and some olive oil.
But no money. - I do what I can! - You eat away all of dad’s pension.
And the leftovers for me.
Luckily I’m easygoing, I make do...
Not refrained from smoking just out of hospital,
and from temptations of w - brackets - hores
at the station.
Bad thought because not happy in love.
By dint of thinking about, I had a spontaneous discharge.
How you doing? - I just puked.
But I’m better now. Want to come with me?
If you just puked, it’s a bit disgusting.
Maybe later, I’ll look at the others.
Hi, Benito. How's it going ?
You sold out to the Moroccan?
Money is money, I too must live. You want a nice watch?
A watch?
Go elsewhere with that cart, there's already me with no permit.
What? But I found you that spot.
Forget the Christian charity! We're back to the Inquisition.
Boys, this man betrayed us. He betrayed the trust of the Church.
With this bounced cheque, he stole God’s money, which is good money!
Don Giuseppe, I repent. It was an extreme need, my mother was dying!
Show your face, God’s thief!
He took God's money which is good money!
I'm ashamed! - Yes, the boys, now...
Drifted on several buses. I don’t know who I am and what I want.
Heartburn only when I eat a banana.
Eyes not too black despite the hunger.
You like it here? - Yeah, but it’s in the open.
They're all watching us! Even there. - No, look.
They're doing it too. There's no risk.
I know, but you undress me always in public. Why don't you undress?
What do you want?
May I?
It’s my favourite bench.
I read a lot, when I'm not working.
You remind me of somebody.
Scarlett O'Hara, the one from “Gone with the Wind”.
You are nuts!
Good morning, sir.
I haven’t seen Luigia for 2 days.
Is she ill, does she still work here?
Please, you can’t annoy me with this...
She's my employee... Please!
Indeed, don’t bring me any more products.
They're all watered down, useless.
Thank you. - Welcome.
Upset.
When I spotted Luigia coming out.
There you are! I wasn't expecting you!
Are we going to the theatre? - Sure. - And I have to dance naked?
All naked? I can’t wait!
Slow death of my mind, my nerves, my heart.
Waste of energies and money for cigarettes.
Dream: my father gunman in East Africa.
My mother tells me off because I drank from my sister’s bottle.
With a lit cigarette? - Gosh!
You have gorgeous hair.
Thanks.
It's growing now, but if you had seen me before!
I had no more hair, I'd lost it all, 'cause as a child I got petechial fever.
Terrible.
But now it’s gorgeous. - Don’t touch my hair!
It’s gorgeous. - I told you not to touch it!
Yours is an abnormal reaction.
Rainy. Eaten.
Meatballs.
Lasagne. Cod.
And artichokes.
At the last minute, I decided to do...
the logical thing to do from the beginning.
That is, asking for a loan to my company,
rather than burying myself in a hospital.
Can you give me this picture?
Are you crazy? She's my girlfriend.
And this one? - It’s still her.
If you want it, a day of work for a picture of her naked.
I’ll think about it.
But you're famous. I saw you on TV.
I wish!
They all mistake me for Dellera.
I’m breathless.
Poor guy, aren’t you feeling well?
Forget him.
I swear, you are much better than Dellera.
And today I'm not at my best.
I'm really upset. A slut nicked my job.
She laid this director whom I would've never laid!
A pretty girl like you!
Look, look how I move.
Look how I walk.
Congratulations. To you and your mama!
Am I not better than Dellera?
No contest.
Are you really sick?
With this godsend! You don't know where to hit.
Very funny.
Did you bring the detergents?
I brought a floor scrubber, too. It’s new, American.
Ah, good!
Look, I'll deal with you later, now I've to present a gorgeous pussy.
Here’s the director. - I know him.
Here's to you, White Dove!
I've fallen so low.
Carlo?
What do I do? - I’ll teach you, I'm a great master.
Start moving your ass, come on, spin, swing.
Good! Turn around a bit. Good.
Isn’t that your girlfriend?
What? She’s not. - I saw the photos, I always dream of her.
You're really sick! - Then you'll give me the photos?
She's not my girlfriend, I definitely deny it!
God, what a shame! - God, what a pussy!
All Luigia’s men
REALITY IS HORRIBLE
Mangled nerves for L. who works naked at the Volturno.
Who allowed you to read my diary? It's personal!
Shut up.
"Thought. Bad.
Besides smoking too much, I went to Luigia who insulted me
by going to bed with all those I had guessed even before I'd find out."
Nice, eh? - Stop it!
"I was a coward in not reproaching her, giving her two slaps.
It didn't matter to me that I'd chosen her, with her flaws and sexuality, for the time
that I'd like to then leave her at the appropriate time,
after she'd also help me to mend my trousers."
So there. But when I do this, you like me!
When you see me this way, you love me! Huh?
Then you don't write that bullshit!
You control me with sex.
What’s the reflected reality of thought? Luigia, what do you “actually” do?
I don’t mean to chat you up, but...
May I sit down for a beer? - Sure.
What’s that? - Just a photo.
Let’s see.
An American actress?
No, it’s me trying to be gorgeous.
Now I always carry it with me. Sometime I look at it.
I took a lot of photos of myself, but I never looked like Bogart.
You must be beautiful inside.
Do you want to talk? We can have a long chat.
All night, too.
I feel like talking, too.
Because I’m too tense to sleep.
Altercation with the barman in the evening. To bed at midnight.
Woke up at 1 for shocks to the heart.
What are you doing here? - I’m the night guard.
You didn’t tell me. - You didn’t ask.
You ate too much? - No, I’m pissed off.
Because of her?
Mind your own business!
I always dream of her. - You can’t.
"The fact that the majority of female students in a US survey
admits having reciprocal genital petting
conveys that the modern female differs form the passive model.
A Midwest university professor lives with his wife
on a hill overlooking a lake beach.
That way, he can monitor young couples in their love making
including coitus.
He told me: It’s amazing.
The boys lay down naked and relaxed
and let the girls touch them all over.”
We might all be unbalanced,
but the gentleman could at least wash up. There’s a horrible stench.
He’s my fiancé. - Congratulation. - If he doesn’t change, I’ll dump him.
How dare you? Only my girlfriend can tell me to wash up.
I'm an aristocrat. - Sure!
And then, one must stink. Animals recognise each other from the stink,
and we don't stink anymore. - He’s right!
Man should stink. That’s why we don’t... recognise each other anymore.
If I meet him, I recognise him.
Nice. What is it?
Verbena and honey.
I'm like a bee.
I want to fly with you.
But I'm the queen bee. Who touches me, dies.
I’m Benito. - Angela Riccardi.
When they commit him, call me up.
What are you doing here?
Nothing. We didn’t have an appointment - Who is he?
My cousin.
How many cousins do you have? Someday I’ll do you in!
I won’t even go to jail. Because it’s honour killing.
It's your own love problems.
Shaken nerves because of Luigia, who wouldn’t be such a loss, after all.
Forced to pay back all the money to Luigia, and through postal order.
Coming!
You could at least let me wear a tie! - It's fine like that.
Is it a stain? - Again! You broke my nose already.
Now you send her 200, and there's 800 left. - Still?
How much was that necklace? - A lot.
May I sit?
Remember me? I'm the “Happy Easter” one.
Don’t throw the ice cream at me, though.
I care about this shirt. A gift from my mom.
Gently...
Sorry about the slap. It was a love slap, my love.
Yeah, love... - I love you. - You love me but you hurt me. - Where?
Here. - I'll give you a kiss. Better?
Your fault. Always accusing! And your suspicions... - Who, me?
What about you, then? - I'm a saint. A saint, and that's that.
I have to get off. - Where you off to? - I've a work engagement.
What engagement? - Work!
See you later.
Where are you going?
Here I am. I promised.
Luigia! Where are you going?
Slut!
Saturday, August 28. Rome. Nice weather.
Thought...
Not quick enough dispelling a dirty image of kinky Luigia.
Like my defect of clinging to memories as if they were treasures.
Nerves. Broken positive sequence because of a contact with a girl.
Therefore discharge. Bus.
Hair....
Bad result.
Nice weather. Must go make money. Instead, I go to Cinecitta with Luigia.
Is she inviting me to make somebody jealous?
Balestrini?
Balestrini, I’m Luigia.
Balestrini!
Who’s Balestrini? - He’s the extras’ manager.
Do we wait here? - You wanted me?
Look, it bothers you showing your breasts? You should stand in for K. Basinger.
No. If it’s in my interest. - You bet! Kim Basinger!
Come on. - Wow! Kim Basinger!
Come on. - Oh, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Benito.
Wait here Benito. - But you gotta be good and quiet.
You have to study me? - In front and in profile.
Kim Basinger has smaller breasts. You're not suited.
Ouch! Let go of me! Take off this chain, you're hurting me! Are you nuts?
Let go of me!
That’s the cinema for you! Come here, idiot!
Now you know! Let got of her. - No, mind your business!
You've lost your career, girl!
Who told you to come in? - Want to be in the movies? Idiot! - What a drag!
Why me!?
Go away! - You even want to be right?
Did you see what was happening?
Or do you like it?
Sorry, I was choking.
Always the same, always weird, always lying. A liar is also a thief.
Why should I care for liars?
I’m sick of you, these fights, all the insults!
Stop, bitch! My work! Watch it, I'm well-mannered but I'll strangle you!
No, I'll strangle you! - Watch it, I'll strangle you! - You jerk! What...
Go away, pig!
Giovanna? I need some photocopies.
Let’s see.
It’s my village’s festival. Nice, isn’t it?
But these are the pages you stole from my magazines.
You think this of me?
Not only you don’t pay for my magazines you rip the pages, too.
And what do I get?
I’ll tell you what you get.
Bloody Chiominto!
It's me, Benito.
Did you call for me?
I need to talk to you.
Don’t you have anything to say?
They told me you spoke to the wholesalers.
Watch out, I’m a cobra!
If I bite you, you are dead! - My apologies.
I'm really sorry.
You wanted to take the franchise from me and I tried to start my own business.
I’m sick of forgiving you. I’m neither you father nor your son!
You are much more for me.
And that says it all.
OK, come in. I’m shooting an ad.
Come on, hurry.
Come on, Benito.
I present you a friend of mine, a great actress. Her name is Tomato.
Do something, Benito. Do the soundtrack.
Mambo, samba. Anything. - I don't know, really.
You don't know shit, then! Get moving!
I'm going to sing: ”I wish it was love."
A slow is okay, Miss? - Yes, that's fine.
# I wish it was love
# real love
# what I feel
# and makes me think of you.
# I wish I could tell you
# I'm crazy in love
# because this is all
# you want from me.
# The only thing I've never had
# is this big love you give me.
# I wish it was love
# real love...
Who makes this pretty girl cry?
Please, please, please...
Let me work in peace!
You must stop working in the movies.
They are all pigs, here. You got it?
Not true! There are lots of decent people here.
What are you saying? You are naive!
They just want to feel you up!
But when I asked Balestrini to give you work, you liked it?
That’s different... I'm a man.
They just want to feel you up!
And if you like it, you're a whore!
I can’t stand you anymore!
Chiominto, stop eyeing me up and down.
I picked up some chicory. Nice, eh? For your mom.
Thank you.
I need to talk to you.
Right now? We are eating, sit with us.
Sit down, ball buster.
Chiaminto is so pleasant.
Why, something's wrong? Watch it, Benito, I’m the boss here.
If you want to eat, you must obey me. - But I introduced you in the movies.
Cursed be me, I'm too good!
Listen...
I remembered you lent me 50.000 lire.
I give it back. - I lent you 50.000 lire?
When? - You did, you did.
Well, if I did...
Anything for me, here?
Only for Benito. - Let me touch a bit. - Only for Beni...
Only for Benito, she said.
Sorry Benito, but I'm a bit of a slut.
So what should I choose, her goodness or her alleged depravity?
In Cinecitta, with Luigia and Chiominto, the last porn act.
I drank all the bitter cup. THOUGHT: Slow and sad.
I’m sad.
Me too.
Very sad...
I’m more.
Watch the river that starts from there and goes down by here, then goes back up...
Listen, Luigia. It's so nice here.
The kisses, the river...
All romantic.
However...
if you want to share with me a really clean relationship,
if it's destined,
I lay some conditions.
You must tell me everything that happened.
I need to know if you want to be with me, I need to know how long... Everything.
Why do you want to know everything I do? - Because.
I can’t promise you anything.
I know just one thing, and I told you a million times. - What?
I want a good life and mainly devote myself to the art. You get it?
Oh, you want a good life, is that it?
And the art! - And you can't afford it. - But then you're a whore!
I’ll kill us both!
Come on, whore! With me, together. In the river!
Thought: ugly one. Not fast enough getting rid of thoughts of Luigia.
Who didn’t show with the first bus, or with the second.
Then she’ll tell me that she was getting off,
but climbed back up and got off at the wrong stop.
Nonsense.
Unless she misread the hour, which wasn't 7.30, but sooner.
Did she get off at Ponte Casilino, or earlier, to go to Castro Pretorio?
Traffic.
Unnerved for having eaten little, and negativity of facts.
"Yesterday, in a bar, I met a friend called Osvaldo.
When young, he was a cocky boy.
With fiery eyes, he pulled my pigtails
but under my skirt, his hands were like arrows.
That was long ago.
But Osvaldo is still the same.
The eyes still fiery...
The hands still like arrows...
But, alas, I don’t have pigtails anymore."
Did you like it?
Osvaldo too, now? A new one everyday!
Come on, kill me!
I’ll cut you up, pimp!
Shut up, this is not a brothel.
Whore!
What are you doing here?
I was looking for a storybook. It’s a gift for a 13 years old girl.
You can’t come in. You just need to ask me.
Benito, what are you doing?
Be nice! Stand up.
How wonderful.
Don’t move.
They could see you.
Rabbit and roast potatoes.
Leg of lamb.
Fell asleep under the rain.
Worrying.
Incredible discharge. Very weak.
Temptations, cold, short breath.
Father, we both know that Benito is dishonest, a wretch, a cheat.
Nobody knows better than me, having known him since a child, unfortunately.
But I think we can still make him a good guy.
He asked me to ask Luigia if you can make this peace...
No, Father, for I am a martyr. I already endured a lot from that person.
He took all my money, even my necklace.
What are you saying, bitch?
Come back, you wretch. Let go of those women. Come here!
Come here!
Hurry up!
You make me look bad! We must discuss.
I dream that I witness the spectacle of a calm and smooth sea,
with wallowing bathers, and I think I can finally swim, or rather, learn to.
And then, I want to be strong, tough, with Luigia, who moreover would deserve it,
when I don't have that constancy, that discernment,
joined to the care of myself, of avoiding certain encounters.
Smoked 5 cigarettes all in one time in the evening.
Dreams: Luigia's disappearance,
and my mother presence.
Called mom.
Tried to masturbate. Inconceivable.
What? You go around in pyjama? - I was sleeping a bit.
Sleep? Sell the jerricans and produce, or I'll take tough measures.
Get busy! - Okay, Chiaminto.
Woke up early this morning, at 5 or earlier,
and walked obsessively up and down until 8.30 by the bus stop,
waiting uselessly for Luigia.
Work: no. Because of that jinxed woman
who breaks my healthy routine. Nerves.
Slight loneliness crisis in the morning.
That’s it.
Tempted by temptation.
Hi Giovanna. - Hi dear. - Do you have a magazine of vicious dogs?
A dogs magazine, yes, I don’t know if they're vicious.
Should be there, near the stove, near the bathroom...
The fireplace, look, there. - Ah, here. Thanks.
How are you? - Bad, actually.
I'm seeking a dog that I dream every night.
One day white, one day black.
Must be a Japanese cross-breed. Fierce.
Now that there’s little traffic, if you like, you can kiss me a little.
So you get over your sadness.
No, thanks. You are kind.
But today I’m exhausted.
Dog nightmare, third time.
Dream: A girl dressed in white.
She was with me at first. Then I left her for a moment,
and when I turned around, I noticed she was taking the bus.
My dream came true. At the Social Security office.
An office. An usher.
A girl with knick-knacks on her blouse
whom I was teasing.
This is my kingdom.
You like it?
May I, a kiss?
You were very clever to stop by, ma'am. Because my products are the best. I got two:
One for the loo, one for the sink. Two at the price of one.
It's a bargain, and you'll also help an artist like...
Pardon me. I'll be right back.
Luigia, what you doing with that stone? - Look what you've become.
Look, why don’t we meet again? We'll talk about our reciprocal wrongs.
We'll try to fix... After all...
I pity you!
How did I ever waste the best years of my life with one like you?
Loving you...
But, are you a man?
Marc Anthony, Caesar, those were real men, not you!
Go away! Go away or I’ll throw you these stones.
You'd even lynch me now...
Nerves, yes, also because of the magnifying of visions, of contrasts,
as a result of poor nutrition.
While half asleep, I saw an hypnagogic image...
It’s a scientific term, that's how it's said.
And I made out the shape of a foetus in the maternal womb.
And over the baby’s head loomed a threatening shadow.
Perhaps of a phallus.
I didn’t mean to scare you.
How do you dream such things? You are a fortune teller!
You know, I, now... all I do is kisses and petting.
I won’t go any further, for the baby.
I'm so worried about the baby.
What big boobs you got! - It’s the pregnancy.
I have a magic fluid, you know?
It may protect your baby from the sexual assaults of your clients.
My grandfather had it too. He saved me.
Do you want to make love?
I trust you.
I'm so horny!
And for you it’s for free.
Dream:
Me, looking at a mating scene,
and wondering if I should get aroused or,
for my own good, to look on after being done with myself.
Listen... I want to tell you something.
Don’t laugh, though. If I were to leave my boyfriend...
would you stick with me forever? Mind you, I'm being serious!
My whole life depends on it.
Actually, I already have a girlfriend, sorry.
Leave my girlfriend alone!
We wern't doing... - Otherwise I’ll stab you.
What?
So stab him, come on!
Tell him something! You let him go around with a knife?
I’m a samurai!
Take it easy!
It’s just a prank, jerk! Didn't you get it?
You're pulling pranks!?
I come here to relax!
The city, is it a monster? Or is it me thinking of Luigia?
You're the hate of my life! Benito!
Look what you make me do out of despair! I’ll kill myself, for you!
Damn you!
Depressed from my useless rambling.
Weak because of 2 cigarettes.
Should I walk a lot, or eat a lot at noon?
Temptations. No opportunities, and not experienced any sacrifice.
Passed out on the Tiber. But not for long.
Help!
RESTRICTED AREA
Penis almost disappeared. SPASMODIC ANXIETY FOR HOSPITAL.
Benito!
Look, I dedicate it to you!
I’ll hate you, if I can.
Otherwise, in spite of myself, I’ll love you.
What’s that? A treasure?
"Diary."
"Monday, March 7.
Rome. Windy.
Nice weather.
Thinking not so fast, and spent last change on cigarettes,
15, and t...
Tarts.
Traffic.
It bothered me a little.
But yesterday, for tiredness and hunger, I had a short fuse."
"Wednesday, March 9.
Rome. Nice weather.
Slept 7 hours.
Thought: bad.
I smoked and followed a w. on bus no. 8."
Original English subs by diabolik@KG, wholly revised by edam@TIK - June 2016