Scent of a Woman (Profumo di donna)

SCENT OF A WOMAN

Ah, cheers! You’re punctual.

Wipe your feet well.

Punctual! I like that.

Tip-toe, so you don’t soil the place.

Would you like some coffee?

My God, you’re so young! What’s your name?

Bertazzi Giovanni.

Almost a child!

I don’t know if one so young…

Have they told you what you have to do?

The Commander explained it to me.

I’ll give you a cold coffee.

Or rather a small vermouth, an orange juice?

The coffee’s fine. May I smoke?

Be my guest! Fausto is also always with a cigarette on his lips.

You men are full of vices!

But you look like a decent chap.

Are you a student?

I’m his aunt. In fact, almost his mother.

I’ve been taking care of him for seven years.

Since the accident, with the army games…

while playing with a bomb.

I say playing, because war games, nowadays…

The commander explained.

A man like him…

so rich, yes, rich!

Strong as a lion…

alive as a fish.

And all alone in the world.

I’ve just waxed it. Don’t slip!

He’s not a bad person.

But you shouldn’t contradict him or argue with him.

And never call him captain.

Just “Mister” or “sir”.

Have you understood?

May we, Fausto?

Private Bertazzi, Health Service, at your orders!

Sit down here!

Not the last name. Your first name?

- Giovanni. - Good, I’ll call you Ciccio.

Like the two others.

I always called them Ciccio.

If you don’t like it, say so, though it won’t change anything.

Not at all, Ciccio is a good name.

Then, Ciccio?

At your orders!

Don’t. With me, forget that you’re a soldier.

Yes, sir.

Can you walk?

- Yes, I can walk! - Are you sure?

I think so!

Ah, splendid! We have a Ciccio that thinks!

Ciccio thinker!

From now on, it’s forbidden to think.

As you wish.

And during seven days, just tolerate us.

Seven days: five plus two.

And we’ll march, on the double. Understood?

Understood!

Tomorrow, departure at 7 a.m. Genoa - Rome - Naples. Been there?

Not Naples. I didn’t know…

that we’d stop in Genoa and Rome.

Why, who said that we’d stop?

Only if I feel like it.

Here’s the Baron.

Six years, castrated, he hates me.

He tried to make me stumble, but never succeeded.

Castrated idiot, murderer. I insult him and he hates me.

Up!

Let’s go, get up!

But you’re small, dammit! Hardly a dwarf!

Short legs!

OK, let’s try. Come.

Here, take me by the arm, lightly.

Don’t tighten the grip, a slight pressure is enough. Go!

I said walk! Faster, watch out for the console.

Where do you think you are, in a funeral?

To the left!

About-face, march!

What, are you afraid to blemish the floor?

You have to dig in your heels in the wax!

And leave your print!

And screw that insane maniac old hag!

Not on the wooden hand, higher!

Synchronize your steps!

That’s enough.

And don’t let your brain wander. We think sitting down, OK?

Whisky.

To be honest, I hardly drink at all.

With me, you will drink!

I’ll fatten you with whisky!

When you’ve had enough, empty the rest…

even in your pocket, but without me knowing it!

What, are you playing with me?

Not with me, my lad, never with me.

Meanwhile, you… ah, Baron, it’s you!

You’ll drink and give me back an empty glass.

Understood?

A twelve year old whiskey, you’re kidding!

Does it burn?

Kid, you can’t walk, but you don’t stink.

Are you drinking or not?

Your predecessor smelled

like a pigsty and reheated minestrone.

You can leave. Tomorrow…

…at seven here.

And be on time!

Washed and ironed! See?

What do you think, Baron?

An asshole, but a good kid.

You weren’t afraid, I hope? You’ll see!

He has an evil air about him, but is a good man. He is good.

Castrated idiot, murderer!

What a summer! If only it would rain!

Does the heat bother you?

Not much.

Your father is a peasant, I bet.

He has a job.

- Then, your grandfather. - He had a shop.

Then, your great grandfather. Don’t argue!

Tell me, peasant…

Did my aunt tell you not to contradict me…

or is it you who thinks it’s right…

to pity me?

Do you feel sorry for me?

Well, I don’t know, I don’t think so.

You’re soft!

Do you have black hair?

Not really black, chestnut.

Do you see mine? A true raven!

Women like it that way.

Tell me, do I have any white hairs?

No, not a single one!

Did you smell that?

A female scent!

Tell me: big, small?

Young ones surely! Young armpit smell!

Ciccio, speak my good man, describe!

I didn’t see well, but there were two!

Where are your eyes?

Do you like women or don't you?

Can’t you tell if a breast is pear or apple-shaped,

if an ass is low or high?

Do you think I miss not seeing the sun…

or St. Peter’s dome?

Sex, thighs, two beautiful buttocks: that’s the only religion…

the only political idea, the true fatherland of a man!

Pussy!

Have a drink.

Come here!

Five plus two. Seven days with this loon!

I won’t make it! And Naples…

Why Naples? Why couldn’t we stop in Genoa?

Almost there.

In Genoa, you’ll remove the uniform.

Do you have civilian clothes?

I’ll pay for them.

I don’t want to look as if I’m in charge of the fatherland.

You’re not here to be a porter.

There are plenty of them at the station. That’s what they’re there for.

One is born a porter.

One is born a porter or a poet.

Do I look like an ice cream salesman?

Are you admiring yourself? How conceited! Go!

- Attention, the column! - I saw it!

There’s a bus passing.

Genoa, civil city. He’ll stop.

Thank you, comrade driver.

All in all, you don’t say anything, you don’t laugh.

Worse than a wolfhound.

So, do you speak?

If I speak, I blunder. I’d like to try.

Let’s see what comes out of this brain.

Beautiful day, isn’t it?

Beautiful? Why beautiful?

I don’t know… because of the sun.

Who said that the sun was beautiful?

The rain is beautiful! It is noise, music.

I see with my ears, don’t you understand?

- You asked me to speak… - Yes, but not about the sun!

Tell me about the girls.

What girls?

I sense them and you don’t see them?

Ciccio, you’re with me to look and describe.

There are girls there, but they’re rather…

I don’t want to become engaged!

Tell me about those sluts there.

There’s a small one in red there.

No, the big ones with the broad hips.

I like them big.

- Here’s one. - Hips?

Medium built, only the nose is large.

Big one, a large nose, and feet?

Hey, feet?

Enormous!

It’s a transvestite.

Next one!

"I can’t accept the drafts."

A big ass…