Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom

SALO THE 120 DAYS OF SODOM

1944-1945 NORTHERN ITALY

DURING THE NAZI-FASCIST OCCUPATION

ANTECHAMBER OF HELL

Your Excellency.

Mr. President.

My lord.

All’s good if it’s excessive.

Come on, boys.

Where are you going?

Claudio, your scarf, my son.

Go away.

- Bye, Ezio.I -_Bye, Luigj

Sorry, we were ordered to do this.

Dear friends, marrying our respective daughters

we join our destinies forever.

You, Mr. President, take as wife, Tatiana, his Excellency’s daughter

I marry Susy, your daughter, sir.

My two girls will wed His Excellency, and my brother, my lord.

Our plans preparation has been successful.

Now all’s ready. We can go.

Within a budding grove,

the girls think but of love.

Hear the radio, drinking tea and to hell with being free.

They’ve no idea the bourgeoisie

has never hesitated to kill its children.

Boys, line up quickly.

Line up, quickly.

What’s his name? - Claudio. Cicchetti, Claudio.

- What’s your name? - Franco.

I knew you’d consider him.

We used a girl to catch him. He thougt he had a date.

but instead ended up in the bottom of a sack!

What’s your name?

Sergio.

- Shouldn’t we examine them closer? - Undress.

Dress.

Come on, make way.

Here, this is Gobbi, Lamberto.

This is Porro, Carlo.

This is Chessari, Umbert gentlemen.

Not to brag, but it took me 13 nights to catch him.

By God, I made it.

Scardochhia, Angelo. Cicala, Walter. Bertelli, Romeo.

This one’s Tonna Ferruccio, he’s from Casteifranco.

A family of subversives. - Fine. Fine.

And that one’s Orlando Tonino.

You’re telling me his name?

Two years. Two years I’ve waited for him.

Sir, I beg you. Help me, please

His father was a judge, like me.

Southerner, aren’t you? - Yes, sir.

I don’t know if I’ll be the one to deflower you.

We’ll decide who gets that agreeable task.

So, Tonino.

Eva, come along.

Hurry and try to behave properly.

Here, gentlemen.

Come, nobody wants to harm you

Show the men what you hide under there. Let’s see.

Very good.

Look See how wonderful.

A delicious little ass. Never seen one firmer.

A pair of little breasts, to revive a dying man.

All right, send in another.

Signora Castelli, your turn.

The men are waiting for you.

Albertina.

My God. Madam!

Please, let me go.

Her name’s Albertina. A professor’s daughter from Bologna.

To take her from boarding school, we “convinced” two nuns.

I bet you prefer us to nuns, eh?

I don’t know yet.

Fine. Strip her.

One moment.

Nobody had noticed. Such a pretty child.

Take her away.

If you shame me, God help you. I know you, I do.

She cries for her fool mother

who jumped into the river to defend her and drowned

right before this angel’s eyes.

They were nine boys, now they’re eight.

Speaking of eight, know the difference between a train,

these boys and the family? - Naturally not. Please, do tell us.

A train carries fr”eight” and these boys carry “bait.”

And the family? - They’re fine, thanks.

Everything is ready according to your wishes.

Weak, chained creatures, destined for our pleasure.

hope you don’t expect to find here

the ridiculous freedom granted by the outside world.

You are beyond the reach of any legality.

No one on earth knows you are here.

As far as the world is concerned,

you are already dead.

Here are the laws that will govern your lives.

Punctually at 6:00,

the whole group must assemble in the so-called Orgy Room

where storytellers, in turn,

will sit and tell a series of stories

on a given subject.

Our friends can interrupt anytime and as often as they like.

The aim of the stories is to stir the imagination.

Any lewdness will be allowed.

After dinner, the men will celebrate

what are usually called orgies.

The salon and other rooms will be adequately heated

All participants, dressed according to ritual,

will lie on the floor,

and following the example of animals, will change position,

intermingling, entwining and copulating incestuously,

committing adultery and sodomy.

So we will proceed each day.

Any man found... - No servants, drive them away.

Any man found having sex with a woman

will be punished by the loss of a limb.

The slightest religious act committed by anyone

will be punishable by death.

Now, all inside. Make them go in.

CIRCLE OF OBSESSIONS

I was practically born in a school where mother was a servant.

One day my sister asked jf I knew Professor Gentile. I said no.

“Well, look outside.

He’s looking for you,

to show you what he’s already shown me.

Don’t run off, dear.

Let him do as he wants. He’ll pay well.”

Without further thought, I flew straight to Prof. Gentile.

I couldn’t believe it.

He stops me and says “Where are you going?”

“To put away the chairs.”

“Your sister will do it.

Come, I’ll show you a thing you’ve never seen.”

I follow him inside He shuts the door

“Well, my dear.”

He takes a monstrous penis from his pants.

“Tell me,” he says, masturbating.

“Have you ever seen the like?

I’ve showed it to your sister, to all the girls your age.

Give it a hand.

Help it shoot the semen from which we’re all created.

I’ll make it spurt on your face.

This is my passion, child. I’ve no others.

You’re about to see it.”

At that moment,

I was covered by white stuff

that soaked me head to toe.

One moment, Signora Vaccari.

You mustn’t omit any details.

It’s solely how we draw from your stories

the types of stimulation that serve us.

It’s what we expect from them.

My dear sir,

I know I was urged to omit no detail,

to go into the least particulars,

whenever they can clarify the human personality,

or a given kind of passion.

I don’t believe I’ve overlooked anything.

Well, for example,

I know nothing of the size of your professor’s penis.

I know nothing of his type of ejaculation.

I don't know if you touched his genitals

or if he obliged you to hold it.

My dear Sra. Vaccari, a bit more clarity.

I beg your pardon. I promise to be generous with details.

May I continue? - One moment.

Time to give the rod of my old age some fun.

One day, not long after reaching the age of seven

accompanying a girlfriend to the professor,

we found him with a colleague.

The two men drew us inside

and one, looking at me, said to the other,

“Didn’t I say she was a beauty?”

“Yes, yes, youre quite right.

She’s pretty, a real gem.”

Goifredo said this affectionately, taking me on his lap

and kissing me: “How old are you, little one?”

“Seven Professor.”

“My 50 years younger than I,”

he said, kissing me again.

Meanwhile, the other prepared a strange syrup.

They made me drink it, saying it was good for doing peepee

and they added:

“To be honest, dear chiId we just want you to urinate.

And the event must happen before me, alone in my bedroom”

On your knees!

Excellency!

Inflict an exemplary punishment on this scoundrel.

- We are entirely at your disposal. - Not only is he incapable,

but he had the impudence to refuse himself.

Take another.

Pick one of ours, if none satisfies you.

No, thank you.

The efforts to satisfy me now would be immense

far beyond the devilish ones required a moment ago.

You know to what we’re driven by a frustrated desire.

I only ask of you that an exemplary punishment

be given that bastard.

My lord.

I feel ready to satisfy you.