Wifemistress (Mogliamante)

WIFEMISTRESS

Utopian socialism, scientific socialism, vitalism, mechanism, Darwin, Lamarck...

We've been discussing for hours. For me it's all bullshit!

Maybe right bullshit, yet bullshit. What matters is the law of the jungle. - Right!

It'd be better to admit God's existence to then accuse him of all ills and...

And of all the misfortunes of humanity. - No, no, God doesn't exist.

I'd like to be sure.

All right, then, in this square, I'll issue a challenge.

If there's someone up there who has infinite power, I give him 10 seconds

to kill us all with a lightning bolt.

Attention.

One, two, three...

Four, five, six...

Seven, eight, nine..

Ten!

You've shit yourselves, assholes!

When he drinks, it's the same old story.

Oh, also tonight she made the tour of Europe.

Excuse me, gentlemen, I'll go see the madwoman. - You got scared, bigot, eh?

Good girl, you see that you react?

Now get up and try to walk.

I can't. - Get up, come on.

Don't nag her. If she has progressive paralysis, she can't! - Says who?

Giuseppa the fortune teller, she's never wrong.

Oh, come on, what nonsense! Her illness is not in the legs, but in the brain.

Being cooped up just to spite her husband, with whom she should cooperate.

Cooperate what, if he's never home?

He goes even abroad, to Vienna, Budapest,

under the pretext of buying special wines.

And I, always at home! - Oh, yes, she didn't go out for months, poor thing.

Look what he brought from Paris: a record with a train's noise!

Just to illude me of being on the road. - And who prevents you from going out?

Go and see the farmers working like beasts in your lands!

They can't afford these whims.

Illnesses invented just to please rich and spoiled ladies like you!

Socialist! - What d'you think? It's not an insult, y'know?

Don't heed him, he's a boor of a farmer.

You hear?

No, it's not the master.

It's almost 22:00. I'm going to sleep. - Wait, don't leave me alone, I'm afraid.

Afraid of what? Soon comes Miss Clara to keep you company. Good night.

Cursed! Look at them!

Subversives!

Pigs! Without shame!

Anarchists!

You're all possessed, so there!

Give me the incense.

Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death

on the awful day when heaven and earth will move.

That day is a day of wrath, calamity and misery, a very sad day

when You will come to judge...

"Down with the bal" What're you writing, you fool!

"Ball" is with two "L", like "imbecile." Shit!

I brought "La Domenica del Corriere" and your husband's mail.

There is also a registered letter.

From where comes this music?

From the co-op, no?

The priest was unable to prevent the ball, and he's gone off his head.

Actually, he never had one. - It's wrong to treat him so, he's a good man.

You know what he said the other day in confession, Don Giuseppe?

That typhus was sent to me by the devil.

May I have some?

It's bitter, how can you? - I like it.

Why didn't you go dancing?

You're aware of my fiancé's ideas. To him, the dance is a scandal.

Imagine now that he's president of the Catholic Club.

And then, at least at your place I can smoke.

Hey, Mr. Luigi. Mr. Luigi! You've arrived.

You traveled through the night?

No...

Feed it. - Right away.

Welcome back. - Thanks.

Excuse me, someone came to rummage in our office last night.

I found all the drawers open and the documents were moved.

Come and see.

I also found a hair pin. It's not the first time that your wife...

My wife? But she hasn't come down those stairs for months!

Thieves steal, and here nothing is missing.

And then the window was closed.

We'll talk later, accountant. - That's fine.

Oh, hello, Mr. Luigi. Do you want breakfast now? - No, thank you.

Maybe you prefer to rest? - No, I'm not tired at all.

Say, does the lady get up from bed these days? - Course not! When you're away, then...

And my peacocks?

Luckily I took care of them, the lady can't stand them.

She even proposed me to poison them.

You scared me.

Where were you all these days? - I made the rounds of the customers.

I cashed in money, I toured half the province.

You were also in the countryside? - Yes, I saw your peasants.

You know, it's all going to ruin, there is no guidance, nothing.

And when will you leave again?

I don't know, it depends. Maybe in a few days.

I'd like to sit a little at home now.

In the end, we were so little together, the two of us.

It was my fault, according to you?

I talked to a famous specialist. He gave me a new tranquilizer for you, very effective.

It'll definitely do you well.

You bring me tranquilizers to avoid quarrels. You only think of your tranquility.

No, I think of your healing. - If you really want me to heal, get me out of here.

I want to come with you on your next trip.

You're sick, take care of yourself. Don't start over.

No, I'm not sick, and you know it better than me!

You fill me with sleeping pills to take away my strength to rebel. You're a coward!

Alright!

When you've calmed down, we'll talk.

I'll bring the mail to Mrs. Antonia. Wait for me here. - Be quick though.

Be right back.

Holy Mary. - Pray for us.

Holy Mother of God. - Pray for us.

Holy Virgin of virgins. - Pray for us.

Mother of Christ. - Pray for us.

Mother of divine grace. - Pray for us.

There's only a newspaper.

Mother most chaste. - Pray for us.

Mother inviolate. - Pray for us.

Immaculate Mother. - Pray for us.

Mother worthy of love. - Pray for us.

Mother admirable for virtues. - Pray for us.

No, Enrico is downstairs waiting for me.

Come on, strip off.

It's not necessary.

Keep us without sin, and pray for us.

Holy Virgin of virgins. - Keep us without sin.

Mother of God. - Keep us without sin.

Mother of divine grace. - Keep us without sin.

Deign today, Lord, to keep us without sin.

Invincible tower. - Pray for us.

Refuge of sinners. - Pray for us.

Help of Christians. - Pray for us.

What happened? - I'm sorry, but Mr. Luigi is back.

So what? - I had to help him, I couldn't say no. - The Mass must have begun.

And that's how you get lost, becoming ensnared by the evil one!

Passing off debauchery and corruption as modernity!

So much scandal, poisoning the youth with the seduction of unrestrained dancing!

And what's even more serious, inducing it to lies and deception!

But...

you can't with impunity provoke the anger of the Lord!

I told you not to come for any reason.

They arrested the brothers Bonetti. - I know.

He'll betray you too, I'm sure. - Don't lose your head.

With the evidence he has, he can send you immediately to trial.

He'll prove you found the money for Fulvio's jailbreak.

Wanna bet he still has those papers?

He destroyed them. - That's what he said. And you're so naive..

It's none of your business! - It is, since in this story there's me too.

I don't like to spend the rest of my life in jail.

Listen to me, Louis. Sandro is a pig. There's not a single minute to lose.

Yes, yes, I'll think. - But if they catch us in the meantime? - Get out, now.

Go!

Here you go. - He's gone already?

He had a visit. It seems a partner is going to fail and he fears to be involved.

I wish he'd fall into poverty! So he'd lose all his self assurance.

And you, instead, all the properties and lands that your father left you.

He left without even saying goodbye. - Maybe he was afraid of another row.

You...

It was you.

What?

I saw you, I was behind the glass door. You killed him with the candlestick.

What are you saying?

It was not me.

Sure it was you! - No. - With the candlestick there! I saw you.

Look, you've got blood on your hands. - Wait! - Help! Help!

Help! Help! He killed him! He killed him!

Help!

Help! Help!

He killed him! - But whom? - With the candlestick!

Where is he? - I saw him, run! Run!

Quick, quick! - Go. - Come on!

Oh, God! - Run, go call someone.

"The police are investigating a likely funder of theirs,

whose name is not disclosed yet."

But, you knew who denounced them? - Yes, it's a client of mine.

He needed money, and I made him get a loan through my bank. - So then...

He was killed an hour ago. They smashed his head with a candlestick.

And how do you know?

I had gone there to get back some documents, and I found him. - I see.

Tomorrow they'll make them sing, and they'll get to you, you can bet.

Well, this wasn't said yet. - No, but it's more than likely.

It's not that someone saw you? - Yes.

A niece of his saw me.

But she's a girl; hasn't the slightest idea who I am. - And then?

I took those papers and managed to flee before people arrived.

But if the police were to subject you to a confrontation, what would you do?

Tell the truth.

Do you know who is the murderer?

No. And anyway, I wouldn't tell.

Well, for the moment I advise you stay well hidden. Then we'll see.

I could stay here with you. - No, it would be very unwise.

This is the house of your lawyer.

You need to find a safe hideout.

Halt! - Stop! - Halt!

What's on the wagon? - Hay, sergeant.

Get the pitchfork and stick it in the pile. - Blessed Virgin, what's with you?

It's the third time you make me poke the hay.

Go home. Go.

It came back alone. Look. - And the master? Where is he?

Virgin Mary!

There's no one inside. - Right! - What happened? - I wish I knew.

Where is Mr. Luigi? - The horse came home alone.