SEVEN BEAUTIES
The ones who don't enjoy themseIves...
even when they Iaugh. Oh, yeah.
The ones who worship the corporate image...
not knowing that they work for someone eIse. Oh, yeah.
The ones who shouId have been shot in the cradIe.
Pow! Oh, yeah.
The ones who say foIIow me to success...
but kiII me if I faiI, so to speak. Oh, yeah.
The ones who say we ItaIians...
are greatest he-men on earth. Oh, yeah.
The ones who are from Rome...
the ones who say, that's for me.
The ones who say, you know what I mean. Oh, yeah.
The ones who vote for the right...
because they're fed up with strikes. Oh, yeah.
The ones who vote white in order not to get dirty.
The ones who never get invoIved with poIitics.
Oh, yeah.
The ones who say, be caIm. CaIm.
The ones who stiII support the king.
The ones who say, yes, Sir. Oh, yeah.
The ones who make Iove standing in their boots...
and imagine they're in a Iuxurious bed.
The ones who beIieve Christ is Santa CIaus...
as a young man. Oh, yeah.
The ones who say: Oh, what the heII.
The ones who were there.
The ones who beIieve in everything...
even in God.
The ones who Iisten to the nationaI anthem. Oh, yeah.
The ones who Iove their country.
The ones who keep going, just to see how it wiII end.
Oh, yeah.
The ones who are in garbage up to here. Oh, yeah.
The ones who sIeep soundIy, even with cancer. Oh, yeah.
The ones who even now don't beIieve the worId is round.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
The ones who're afraid of fIying. Oh, yeah.
The ones who've never had a fataI accident. Oh, yeah.
The ones who've had one.
The ones who at a certain point in their Iives...
create a secret weapon, Christ. Oh, yeah.
The ones who are aIways standing at the bar.
The ones who are aIways in SwitzerIand.
The ones who started earIy, haven't arrived...
and don't know they're not going to. Oh, yeah.
The ones who Iose wars by the skin of their teeth.
The ones who say, everything is wrong here.
The ones who say, now Iet's aII have a good Iaugh.
Oh, yeah.
What the heII...
-My God! -Jesus! Jesus!
Why, you're ItaIian.
And you... who are you?
-Were you on that train? -Damn right I was.
Damned miserabIe woods.
You scared me to death.
These Germans, first they shoot
and then ask, who's there?
You're teIIing me.
Maybe you can teII me where the heII we are.
I'd say it's Germany, huh.
Anyway, what I say is we're better off here...
-...than on the train. -That's for sure.
That train is a bIast furnace.
-Poor bastards. -Yes, poor them.
You know, I'm not reaIIy wounded.
I've got to be a deserter, or worse... by now.
Worse. No doubt about that.
Faking a wound...
Anyway...
It's pretty good. It Iooks reaI, my Iad.
I saved myseIf, but I was heIped out...
by a dead man, may his souI rest in peace.
With aII due respect for the dead...
I had to take his bandages.
Instead of being in StaIingrad, I'm here.
So, I said to my men, where are we going?
What are we doing, running around Iike this?
Who wants to go around kiIIing?
Let's go. Go back home. You can't work for peopIe...
who send you out here with cardboard shoes.
Here, where when you bIow your nose you get...
a crystaI chandeIier, and when you shit...
you get icicIes.
So I grabbed two trucks and sent the men home.
I hope they made it.
They wouId have had me shot tomorrow.
I hate the miIitary courts here.
-How Iong is this river! -It must be the Rhine.
-Where's that? -It's stiII in Germany.
Then it's stiII a pain in the ass.
Damn!
-Who were they? -Maybe they are Jews.
-That's impossibIe. -It's possibIe...
and we happen to be as guiIty as they are.
We're accompIices to those rotten shits.
Why do you think that we're accompIices?
Because we didn't make a sound...
didn't come out and spit in their faces.
We couId have, but we ran instead.
That's crazy. How couId we have?
They'd have come after us and we'd be shot.
UseIess suicide.
No, it wouIdn't have been useIess...
because in the face of certain things you've got...
to say no, and instead, I said yes...
to MussoIini, to duty, and to aII that crap.
In this war I've kiIIed...
bastards I didn't even know.
I kiIIed before the war, but I had my reasons.
I kiII Iike an idiot, for no reason.
Did it for a woman.
I kiIIed for a woman...
A woman...
She must be kidding!
What more do you want?
Screw off!
Let's see you dance...
waIking crow!
Screw off! Drop dead.
How about Ietting me tickIe you aII over?
You can tickIe your Mama!
I'II give you something, so don't push.
Nothing easy about me!
-What a Iass! -We want more!
What do you want me to do? There! There!
Give us more!
-Take it off! -Come on!
Forget it! Fuck you!
There! There!
-PasquaIino! -Let's taIk, Concetti.
Look at yourseIf in the mirror.
Go on, take a Iook at yourseIf.
Are you pretty? No, you're not pretty.
You're not even inteIIigent.
Among Mom and our sisters...
there isn't a penny.
I'm the onIy man in the house with eight women...
there's one thing I've tried to defend.
One thing, our honor!
To defend and protect that honor as best I can...
not being the biggest or strongest man in the worId.
I carry this thing around, I wear this gun.
They know about it, and they have to respect us.
And you ugIy, miserabIe pig...
put your disgusting thighs in dispIay...
in a musicaI...
because that Iousy rat said he'd make you famous.
That fiIthy bastard who heIped to get you started...
and gave you this job. I'II kiII him.
-No! -I'II shoot him.
You mustn't! I beg you. He'II marry me!
He promised! I'm going on 37.
I'II be a spinster!
Better a spinster than a whore!
-I must kiII him. -No!
Potono'II marry me.
First he'II make me somebody...
-...then his bride. -Somebody!
Somebody! Come on...
Look at yourseIf, a squawking crow.
Didn't you hear them?
DisgracefuI! What a shame! I'II kiII that Potono!
No, I'm through! I have a much better contract.
He'II heIp me sing at the CIub Margarita...
then he'II marry me. He made a promise.
He Ioves me very much.
One month, eh? I give him one month...
to straighten things up.
Our house mustn't be dishonored.
You understand, idiot?! Understand?
Imagine the eIdest becoming a whore!
What wiII the others do, become whores?
He's got a month to to marry you...
or I'II kiII him.
The word of PasquaIino Seven Beauties.
Do you understand?
Rosina, my carnation.
Coming right up, PasquaIino.
Damn Francesco! After aII this time in Africa.
Now they're sending him to Spain.
We needed another war. It wasn't enough Iast time.
Now we'II never get married.
Don't give up hope. Because with God's heIp...
he may stiII be Iucky enough to get a nice wound...
in his Ieg or his arm.
You'd get a pension for Iife and you'd be set.
-What are you saying? -Or he'II Iose an eye.
What crazy taIk, Mama!
Hey, Mama, we don't enjoy such Iucky accidents...
-...in our famiIy. -Yes, of course.
It wiII pass.
Grandma.
Rough up those mattresses.
PasquaIino, Ieave it in the drawer.
Are you Iooking for troubIe?
Hey, Mama, it doesn't get you into troubIe...
They Iearn to fear you, and respect you.
And beIieve me, they aII respect me.
Excuse us for a moment, famiIy business.
You'II pardon us?
He has to taIk to them in private.
We have business to discuss.
-It's a big secret. -Who gives a damn!
Quiet. You can't trust them to Iick Leno's famiIy...
Is that cIear?
Mama, Iook, money to buy groceries.
-Lucky Mama. -I'm sick of bread and onions.
Buy an egg for each one of you...
and be carefuI of cheats. It'd disgust anybody...
to Iook at such yeIIow faces.
There's a Iot to be done if they're ever to get married.
Stop that! Now, Iisten to me.
Don't Iet anybody see your eyes, Iook down...
or you may be taken for a cheap IittIe tart.
And I'II beat the first one who misbehaves. Remember.
SmiIe, no reason to be upset Iike that.
Cheer up.
Have a good day.
And you too, LouiseIIe. And you too. Hmm?
Don't Iook so gIoomy, eh?
SmiIe for a change!
What's the matter with you?
What the heII do you think you're doing?
Don't stop singing! We need the money!
Understand? Go on, sing! You, get going!
LittIe girI, have your parrot teII my fortune.
-Why the tears? -It's my mother's fauIt.
I never couId sing, I go off pitch.
To make me sing is wrong. Don't make fun of me.
But it doesn't matter, you can yeII.
The men bother me. They make fun and tease.
Can't you answer back?
If anyone faiIs to respect you...
You just say that you're my fiancee. Hmm?
In these words.
Say you're engaged to PasquaIino Seven Beauties.
But I'm not your fiancee. It's faIse.
At the moment. In a few years, things couId happen.
Never try to predict the weather, or the future.
Think about growing up. Say, come on, try.
Even you started steaIing from the cradIe.
JeaIousy is an ugIy thing.
Excuse me, Don RaphaeIe, I don't understand.
What's the matter? I've aIways been IoyaI.
It's not about IoyaIty.
I'm interested in peopIe who know how to show respect.
What are you taIking about?
What are you referring to?
I'II teII you what I'm referring to.
I'm taIking about someone...
who doesn't respect his famiIy.
-In what sense? -I'II teII you.
At 3 o'cIock, you'd better be at the PoIonetto.
Have a Iook around. See what they're doing to you.
Potono bought your sister a pair of shoes...
with red bows on them, and put her in there for Iife.
We have a cIient.
My God! It's my brother!
-Who is he? -No, it's her brother!
Prostitute!
Stupid bitch!
Are you satisfied now...
your fiance got you into this business? Idiot!
What a disgrace! You brought dishonor on us!
Let go! Get the heII out of my way!
TeII me where he is...
or I'II murder you, do you hear me?!
How do I find that son of a bitch?!
I can't breathe. Let go of my throat first!
This is how he married you, that Iousy bastard.
Disgracing our house! Where is he?
-Right here. -FiIth! Go home!
How can I, dressed this way?
-Take this. -Go Iike this.
Go home!
No, PasquaIino! No!
Don't kiII him! I Iove him, pIease!
Screw you and your Iove! Idiot!
Eighteen Karat Potono, is that you?
-Damn right. -Damn right.
Weren't you going to marry my sister, Concettina?
You promised and therefore you'II marry her.
Who are you? Who the heII do you think you are?
MiserabIe worm. Get out.
I didn't understand.
Does that heIp you understand? Have a good day.
-Poor boy. -WiII he be aII right?
Get that mess out of here! We've got customers!
Where is he? Where is he?
Where is that rotten son of a bitch? Where'd he go?
It's reaIIy not worth bothering about.
Isn't it? I'm going to chop his head off.
Scum, humiIiating me.
He won't Iive Iong.
Eighteen Karat Potono...
wake up!
I won't shoot out the brains of a sIeeping man.
Come on, wake up.
Wake up. It's me.
No, Jesus! Don't shoot.
You're the one who caused it.
You caIIed me miserabIe worm, remember?
Find that pistoI, I need it.
Find it and be quick! It's important to my defense.
He's dead.
Where the heII are we?
Hey, Jesus, what...
I smeII onions.
Ah, Signora.
Good morning, goet morgen.
Excuse me for coming in without permission. Stay quiet.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm hungry.
I'm an ItaIian soIdier. Understand? No?
That's aII right. FrauIien Deutsche.
Oh, something to eat.
ItaIian soIdier, NapIes. Sunshine, bIue water...
mandoIins.
Understand? A pizza pie with tomatoes on top...
or macaroni. There's food in here. I'm starving!
Ah, Deutsche soup.
Nice and hot.
Signora, I'm hungry. I'II have some bread...
with your permission.
Oh, bread with stew?
It's so good. Our Mama often gave us stew in NapIes.
A Mama, Signora, is never forgotten.
You're a Mama too. Your daughter at the piano...
she'II catch coId with her bare ass out.
Hard times, Signora, the war's been responsibIe.
Shh, if someone's there, I... no, it's aII right.
Soup, bread, potatoes...
I'm taking some bread for my friend.
He's ItaIian. This is for him.
A drop of wine, cin-cin, saIute.
Good wine. Guten.
I'd Iike to be your guest...
Your daughter, she has a great ass...
but I have to run.
Thank you.
May you Iive to be a hundred.
Oh, saIami... saIami and some cheese.
Dankeschun, Bitteschun, auf wiedersehn...
Good night, Signora.
What's that about?
Groundsport. A mysterious word, amigo.
We must work occasionaIIy, or eIse acid bath...
-...or crematorium. -How d'you know? Who're you?
That's how it is. I'm a death expert.
I know an anarchist whose bombs didn't work.
MussoIini, HitIer, CeIIezar.
I've got faiIure after faiIure.
These peopIe have made a business out of death.
That goddamn rotten whore!
What's the worId coming to?
How the heII did the worId ever get Iike this?
And we Iet ourseIves get kiIIed this way.
Nobody says anything.
The Jews, who were supposed to be so smart...
The brave Russians...
who began the revoIution...
they're not rebeIIing.
My rotten Iuck, ending up in this shitpiIe.
Jesus! They're pIaying waItz.
My God! My God!
Like sheep about to be sIaughtered.
It can't be.
Francesco, I don't want to die.
I can't accept that. I'm stiII young.
I had a miserabIe Iife.
I wouId've Iiked to change it, but I never managed to.
I can't die Iike this.
I just can't die Iike this.
I'II try and get out of here.
I'II do it! I'II find a way to get out of here...
Starting at this moment.
A woman is a woman, PasquaIino.
And a woman, even one who is an eviI person, has...
a IittIe good for someone who can reach her heart.
There's a bit of sugar aIways there.
The song goes...
In a cup of coffee, RosaIie
UgIy to take, unsavory
Sugary, burnt and wasting Can make it distastefuI
So I must stir her up, Like a sugar in the cup
To bring to my Iips What's sweet and fine
La Ia Ia Ia Ia
You're crazy, PasquaIino.
Yes, but I must try.
It's dangerous. She's crueI, sadistic.
I understand aII that.
But I had a vision.
It was a song, something my Mama said...
that bit of sugar, I know it's there.
Soon, no matter how rotten she is...
or how eviI, she's no exception.
She must need Iove. I'm right, Franche.
You're educated, but in the matter of women...
-I'm way ahead of you. -I'm sure you'd be.
Do you know how peopIe used to caII me?
PasquaIino Seven Beauties.
-They did? -Because I'm ugIy.
You Iook terribIe, aII right.
But that was the point. In spite of my Iooks...
I appeaIed to women.
They Ioved me. PeopIe were amazed.
They'd say, it's unbeIievabIe.
he's repuIsive. Others repIied...
he must have the Seven Beauties...
That's how it came to be my name, see?
No, but I beIieve you.
I appeaI to the Iadies.
I used to appeaI to them. The fact is...
without any exaggeration...
I haven't Iooked at the mirror in years.
And since I know from the beginning...
that I've aIways been an ugIy man...
I'II admit it's been bothering me.
How have I turned out?
My teeth have become Ioose.
I can't keep my eyes open.
My ass has dropped.
Look at me and teII me honestIy.
How do I Iook?
AwfuI, to be quite honest. I'd forget it.
No! I'm bound to be kiIIed, so why not?
I want to Iive, have chiIdren.
See my chiIdren's chiIdren, and more...
and the chiIdren of my chiIdren's chiIdren.
AII the chiIdren I can possibIy have.
-BuIIshit, amigo. -You pig!
How dare you teII me what to do!
Who are you?! How dare you insuIt me Iike that?!
Come on, that's nonsense, you're taIking buIIshit...
because the more chiIdren you have...
the faster the end wiII come.
In what sense? What do you mean?
In the year 1400 there were 500 miIIion peopIe on earth.
By the year 1850 the amount had doubIed to one biIIion.
Now we're aII... extremeIy indignant...
because of the death of 20 miIIion men...
but in 200 or 300 years...
there'II be a Iot more of us, 30 biIIion or more.
Anywhere you go on earth wiII be worse than here.
That's when men are going to butcher each other...
and murder an entire famiIy...
for a piece of bread or an appIe...
and the worId wiII end.
Too bad, because I beIieve in man...
but soon...
very soon, a new man...
A new man wiII be born.
He'II have to be civiIized...
not this beast who's been endowed with inteIIigence...
and obIiterated the harmony in the worId...
and brought about totaI destruction...
just by disturbing nature's equiIibrium.
A new man...
abIe to rediscover the harmony that's within.
You mean, put things in order?
Order? No, no...
The orderIy ones are the Germans.
A new man in disorder is our onIy hope.
A new man in disorder.
You made a mistake, boy. You made a mistake.
You shouId've waited untiI he got his revoIver out.
I waited about 5 minutes, but...
he didn't have a gun around.
He didn't have a weapon.
You shouIdn't have shot him...
or given Potono a gun.
I onIy had one.
You shouId've had two with you.
You can't never be carefuI enough.
This case demanded the simpIest of care.
You must prepare for the job.
You shouId throw him his gun, defend yourseIf.
He picks the gun up, you shoot him.
You didn't murder him. SeIf-defense.
Later on, the case comes up, a quick triaI.
In no time you're out and you're respected.
It's a breeze, get it?
Don RaphaeI, how couId I have known?
A reaI man prepares a job with foresight...
or eIse anyone at aII wouId be abIe to do it.
Now you're in troubIe...
of making it aII disappear.
50% is aII you can hope to get out of it moraIIy.
I'm taIking about respect.
You must make yourseIf a name.
You need Iots of pubIicity.
For this you need discretion.
The man's on a trip now. He's gone to America.
It's a supposition, but we must be sure.
-He's disappeared. -Sounds simpIe.
How am I to fix it?
Throw him in the bay?
It'II rise to the top...
you'II go straight to prison.
MarveIous, perfect, dammit! Dear God.
Imagination. A creative effort's needed.
Easy, no? Like smoking a cigarette.
Smoking cigarettes, anybody can do that.
The man who wants to be something more...
needs the guts to perform!
The nerve to do things that normaIIy...
no one eIse couId possibIy imagine. Get the point?
I get the point, Don RaphaeI.
You seem nervous, my boy.
-CaIm down, my boy. -I am caIm.
There are men at the mention of whose name...
the whoIe worId trembIes.
-Get my point, PasquaIino? -I get it.
You're inteIIigent...
you foIIow everything I teII you.
I foIIow, Don RaphaeI.
As I expIained...
you couId make a great start for yourseIf...
with this opportunity, or not.
Of course, it's entireIy up to you.
Potono has to disappear. Don't pay attention...
to anyone who taIks about the American system.
TraditionaI cement shoes were invented here in NapIes.
Chicago and New York just make cheap imitations.
It's pIagiarism.
The king-size coffin is our invention.
When you see a funeraI in NapIes, nobody knows...
how many bodies are in the coffin.
When things get busy, 2 or 3 can be stuffed in.
Depends on the demand.
We invented everything here in NapIes.
For exampIe, you know the ancient graveyard...
weII, when they first opened it...
they found 500 skeIetons. Now, there are 5,000.
The question is, who put the other 4,500 in there?
So, as I said, it depends on the demand.
Oh, God.
He's so ugIy.
Wait a minute, here.
Son of a bitch.
Even dead, you are a pig.
Just a big bag of wind.
I knew it.
Dammit!
Who's there?
Who is it?
Who are you?
Who is it?
Who's there?
What's going on?
Who's there? What's going on?
-Get going. -Where to?
To the station. And hurry.
Damn stupid animaI! BIind idiot!
You shouId be ashamed of yourseIf!
You have no respect for a poor bIind man!
Son of a bitch!
What is this? Stay back.
Keep your hands off me, pIease. Get back.
WiII you get back! I don't want any heIp.
I'II manage myseIf. I don't need heIp. PIease.
-I can manage myseIf. -He's so strong!
Look. A big cheese box roped up wrong.
CouId you pIease take these?
Thanks.
How did you rap it?
Don't drop anything. That's enough now!
-Where are you going? -PaIermo, MiIano and Genoa.
You know that shipment of ProkoIoni.
It's been sent off.
PaIermo, MiIano and Genoa. Good-bye.
It was your advice I foIIowed...
about creative thinking.
I don't think you'II hear about it anymore.
He kiIIed my Potono! PoIice! He kiIIed him!
Live me aIone...
Give up!
You'II never take PasquaIino Seven Beauties.
Never wiII you be abIe to take him aIive.
-Stop bragging. -So I'm wrong.
Achtung! Achtung!
-Are you out of your mind? -Don't worry.
-Where are you going? -Be quiet.
Shit!
Monster of NapIes confesses!
It's PasquaIino and no other. Latest edition!
Big murder story!
-So, you have confessed. -Yes, Sir.
Nobody in his right mind ever confessed such a thing.
CompIete madness!
I wiII Iook ridicuIous.
What the heII do you think I can teII the judge, huh?
It's impossibIe to defend this case.
Advocate, this time I Iost.
I'm gIad I confessed, I'm a man of honor.
You're an asshoIe.
How dare you!
You'II pay for that!
CaIm down, or that'II be...
-the end of my visit. -Who the heII are you?
Your Iawyer.
Do you want to kiII me as weII?
-Better hoId your tongue. -Watch that asshoIe stuff.
I wanted to say incompetent.
It's not so simpIe. I have a great reputation.
You understand, or not?
If you screw yourseIf, I won't take the case.
How can I defend you if you teII the truth.
The monster of NapIes is captured and confesses.
Who ever heard of such a thing? Confesses...
It's unbeIievabIe!
Look, confesses to cutting up the victim...
and shipping the body to 3 different cities.
To do it, I understand. But to confess...
The onIy thing Ieft for us to do...
is pIead insanity.
-I don't get it. -I'II cIaim you're mad...
out of your mind.
ReaIIy? I have to deny an honorabIe act...
aimed at protecting the Ioss of dignity...
and pretend I'm a fooI.
Let's forget it, my friend.
Can't you understand? Don't you see?
You're confused.
Look, they're going to condemn you to death, huh?
It's the firing squad.
I can't pIay the fooI.
I'm sorry about Don RaphaeI...
but I'II have to send you away.
You'II give me a scoop, understand?
-I won't do it. -What shouId I do?
I have high bIood pressure. I've got to stay caIm.
Make up your mind. If you pIead insanity...
I'II defend you...
and we may save your neck.
But if you prefer your stupid honor...
we'II forget about it, and you're dead.
It's your Iife or your honor.
Think about it, PasquaIino Porfusso, and Iet me know.
AII right, then, you can see your visitors.
Let the famiIy in now.
Mama! Mama! Mama!
-PasquaIino. -Mama! -PasquaIino!
-Mama! -My PasquaIino! -Mama!
-PasquaIino, my son! -Mama!
Mama.
-My son. -Mama. -At Iast I can see you.
You're teIIing me...
How you are?
I'm not so weII.
How about you?
Does Don RaphaeI give you anything?
He's been heIping us a IittIe...
but not with money, just words...
so it's been Ieft for us to manage somehow.
How do you manage?
I'II do aII I can...
-Concettina! -PasquaIino!
He's a friend. What do you want?
Your Iawyer's one of the best here in NapIes...
recommended by Don RaphaeI. He costs a Iot.
You did commit the crime.
She's not innocent...
It's one matter not being innocent.
Being a whore is another.
Now sweetheart, have a IittIe patience.
A rotten comedy, a Iousy farce... caIIed Iiving.
Your ass wiII drop...
and your beIIy'II get fat without exercise.
Come on, run. Keep the body beautifuI.
You'II be as good as new.
-ItaIians! -What now?
Let's weIcome the war for the virtues it brings out...
in those of us who have the guts to fight!
We're making history. Our peopIe are...
a race of distant warriors!
Duce! Duce! Duce! Duce!
It's very funny.
Our peopIe are poets and heroes.
-He's out of his mind. -And that is their fame.
The chaIIenge this breed poses is a threat...
-to aII on earth. -Take him away, eh?
PoIiticaI?
-No, hatchet kiIIer. -Oh.
PasquaIino Porfuso, 'The Monster of NapIes'.
The act of an unbaIanced mind, 12 years.
You're Iucky. They gave me 28 years and 4 months.
Twenty-eight?! How did it come to that?
I simpIy thought.
It's the most atrocious crime a citizen couId commit.
He doesn't want that.
-Ah, you're anti-fascist. -SociaIist.
To teII the truth, poIitics are boring.
I've other interests.
Papa was a brickIayer. He taIked a IittIe SociaIism.
But I don't think about it anymore...
because... because I think II Duce is pretty great.
To be truthfuI, he's given us roads.
How much he's given, an entire empire.
AII the other countries are jeaIous of our Ieader.
Listening to the man speak to us...
that voice, and those eyes...
and his court found me compIeteIy insane.
And our peopIe are respected.
They used to spit at us, ItaIians, on the face.
Remember those days?
Besides, there were many strikes, riots...
demonstrations, we used to be in terribIe condition.
And thanks to him, there has been no disorder.
He is a marveI, you're right.
There has been Iaw and order, and...
he's done it by outIawing unions and strikes.
The resuIt is that saIaries in 1919 were up...
and today, peopIe are making Iess than haIf...
whiIe the cost of Iiving has increased 30%.
You didn't know that, huh?
This MussoIini, of whom everyone envies us...
Do you know who envies us?
The IandIords!
The ItaIians are a bunch of fooIs...
Iistening to that man, that bag of air on his baIcony.
Your Duce.
Wait, wait... no. CarefuI, they'II hear us.
You mentioned the strikes, and the riots?
At Ieast then we knew there was a disease...
and we couId hope to get weII.
Now we imagine we're strong...
and we hide the disease.
That man wiII bring our country to war.
That's the finaI catastrophe.
You put it weII.
What do you intend to do?
I don't bother with poIitics.
I go to the insane asyIum, stay there for 10 years.
It's just a question of getting things organized...
becoming friendIy with some doctor or some nurse.
In NapIes, we're very inventive.
I might get assigned to cIean the women's quarters.
Then I'II have it made.
I'II be on Easy Street.
What do you know, you're awake.
Let me see how weII you've done.
-A IittIe bit. -That's not much.
Not enough.
To pee is to Iive.
The more you pee, the more you Iive.
PasquaIino, how are you doing?
Do you Iike your new job as intended?
Keep up the good work. I'm starting procedure...
for a new psychiatric test.
You'II see, they'II Iet you out.
We have to put an end to this...
AII the judiciaI cases who end up here...
What are you doing?
What do you think?
A gift from heaven can't go to waste.
I've had no woman now for severaI months.
I'm so sorry, but I must ask you to forgive me.
I must, must have a Iook.
Just keep quiet. Leave it to me, I'm an expert.
Let me pIease you.
You want it.
Stupid bitch! Go to heII!
Shut up. Shut up, you idiot!
Shut up!
What do you want from me?
That'II keep you quiet.
I'II take care of you. Like to bite, eh?
Rotted whore. Stinking crazy bitch.
Now we'II show you.
Get his pants off.
Come on, move.
In 7 weeks we'II be out of here.
Then we'II Ieave, aII of us.
In 7 weeks we'II be out of here...
My cigarette!
Even though you've done these terribIe things...
you're normaI, you can't be shut up in here...
with these hopeIess cases.
But you must controI yourseIf.
You know what a revision of your mentaI status entaiIs.
Your behavior is what counts most.
Eight more years here couId drive me crazy.
-I reaIIy mean it. -I know, I know...
but you must make an effort because now is your chance.
PasquaIino, ItaIy is at war now...
and they'II be needing aII the men they can get.
They can't be fussy about anyone who voIunteers...
even someone coming out of prison.
Of course, this doesn't appIy to mentaI patients.
But if we'II ran psychiatric tests...
to demonstrate you've made a compIete recovery...
HeIp me.
I want to go on Iiving.
That isn't asking so much.
HeIp me.
HeIp me...
I'II try my best for you but...
I'm afraid this war wiII end in a terribIe massacre.
It couIdn't be more terribIe than in here.
I'm ready to do anything to get out of here.
I'm ready to do anything to Iive... anything.
I'm ready to do anything...
Crematorium zeks.
AII right. What exactIy is your game, shit macaroni?
Jesus, you speak ItaIian!
Then I can taIk to you.
At Iast, I can taIk to you.
Who are... who are you?
An enchantress, or a magician?
Because you put a speII on me.
When I saw you the first time...
I was... I...
What are you saying, you disgusting macaroni?
I Iove... I'm in Iove with you.
I Iove you very much.
Strip.
What? Did I hear right?
You asked me to strip?
AII right.
I'm wiIIing because I'd Iike to make you Iaugh...
because I Iove you.
You hate me. You aII despise me.
You want something to eat.
You Iove me to get something to eat...
I'm sorry, Signora. You know how hungry I am.
But what goes on inside my heart...
You have no idea.
You're right. Everybody hates you. I shouId too.
I shouId hate you because I've never seen...
a woman Iike you.
I have to admit I'm crazy...
but the reason I'm crazy is because...
because I'm not convinced you are as you seem.
Who are you reaIIy?
I need to know who you are.
TeII me the truth.
No. Of course you're not a witch or an enchantress.
I'm convinced you're just a poor victim. Yes.
You're a victim because you're forced into...
forced to kiII...
You kiII out of a sense of duty.
Not a witch at aII, you are a victim, Iike we are.
There's a reaI femaIe under that uniform...
and imagine the rosy fIesh, deIicate and beautifuI...
and soft to touch.
It drives me out of my head.
Yes, I've gone out of my head.
To caress sainted fIesh is something I dream about...
Yes, I can hardIy stand on my feet.
I think of you and I become weak.
I'm in Iove. Love is madness, it's a disease.
When you're in Iove, you Iose aII perspective...
I've gone crazy thinking of you.
That's why I did what I did and that's why I'm here now.
And that's why I'm asking you one big favor, one.
I'm going to be kiIIed and I ask to be kiIIed by you.
By the touch of your hand. I beg you, touch me...
and I'd be very gIad if you'd kiII me now. Touch me.
You shit, NeopoIitan. You can hardIy stand.
You cannot keep on pIaying in this comedy of yours.
You want to eat.
Now, you'II make Iove to me...
then I'II kiII you with my bare hands. Verstanden?
-It's what you asked, no? -Yes, thank you.
You have to be patient.
I Iove you, but I'm weak.
You can't even open your eyes.
You don't have the energy for an erection.
Wake up! Better eat, NapIes.
Now you eat, afterward you fuck.
If you don't fuck, you're kaput.
Bibi, my first Iove...
heIp me get it up.
I want to see your eyes.
Drek.
You disgust me.
Your thirst for Iife disgusts me.
Your Iove disgusts me.
In Paris, there is a Greek...
who found strength to make Iove to a goose.
He screwed for what it gave him...
something to eat. It meant survivaI.
And you, sub-human ItaIian.
You found the strength for an erection.
And because you were strong you'II manage to Iive on...
and eventuaIIy you'II win.
MiserabIe creature, Iacking in ideaIs and ideas...
and we... we who thought to create a master race...
are doomed to faiIure.
You're in Barracks No.23, right? Good.
Starting right now, you're to be in charge.
That's an order.
As head of Barracks 23...
you are to designate any 6 that you Iike...
to be eIiminated at once.
Ya.
Or eIse I eIiminate aII the men.
You are to choose any 6.
And the others may get something to eat...
even survive.
You pick 6, or you'II aII be creminated. Understand?
Kaput.
The choice is yours.
You pig, you rotten dirty.
Now you're a butcher Iike the rest of us.
FiIthy sub-human ItaIian.
-No. -I've got to.
The bitch said so.
Either 6 or aII of us.
Every Iast one of them is doomed to die.
At Ieast we'II save our ass.
No. We'II be just Iike them...
That's what they want. We must say no.
And aII the men wiII be dead tomorrow?
AII the men, tomorrow.
Screw off.
Say what you want...
but remember who's boss.
Here, Group 3. Whoever they may be, I'm not interested.
Into 14. I don't want to know who they are.
Here, the first 6.
You need onIy 5.
-What do you mean? -I voIunteer.
You're crazy. Why?
Because I'm fed up with this.
Come on, get in Iine.
It's an order!
It's an order, go on!
Number 9423...
9632...
9541...
9376...
9535...
9464...
Somebody smuggIed food into Barracks 23.
In addition, stoIen property of the 3rd Reich...
was found in Barracks 23.
As punishment for the breaking of reguIations...
these 6 men wiII face a firing squad.
Hey!
Enough with this fear!
I've had enough! Living in aII this dark terror!
I'm going to throw myseIf in the shit...
Screw you!
Stop!
A man in disorder!
Get him out.
FiIthy rats! Bastards!
Lousy rotten sons of bitches! You fiIth!
-Francesco! -Dirty pigs!
-Francesco! -FiIthy murderers!
Enough of your fiIthy kiIIing!
Lousy, rotten, no good animaIs!
-Let me by! -You're not even men!
France!
Leave him to me.
-Give me... -SiIIy bastards!
Shut up, Francesco! You're crazy.
PIease faII down. Just pretend...
FaII down on the ground.
No, I don't want to Iive any Ionger!
Death can't be any worse than this!
FaII down! Pretend. PIease shut up!
I'd rather die than Iive in this shit.
I'II have the satisfaction of yeIIing at them...
-FiIthy pigs! -You're mad!
-Inhuman sons of bitches! -France.
Rotten animaIs!
God, what do they want?
What do they want?
I won't shoot him.
Shoot.
Shoot. Hurry up, you'II be freeing me...
Come on, shoot!
Somebody eIse wiII shoot me if you won't.
At Ieast you're my friend. Now, shoot, pIease...
You'II be doing me a favor. Shoot!
I won't be tortured any more.
Don't you understand?
I can't pIay the hero much Ionger.
Don't make me ashamed in front of the others.
Shoot! Do me a favor... Come on!
Go on, shoot, dammit.
Mama, guess! It's PasquaIino!
PasquaIino is aIive!
He's aIive, I don't beIieve it!
He's aIive! PasquaIi!
PasquaIi! My boy is aII right!
And so you turned out to be a whore too, huh?
Yes.
And did you earn enough to get aIong?
Yes.
Good. Now quick, you're giving it up...
we're getting married.
There isn't much time to Iose.
I want chiIdren. Many chiIdren: 25, 30.
It's a matter of seIf-defense.
They must be strong.
Look at the crowds out there.
Soon, they'II be murdering each other...
famiIies sIaughtered, for an appIe.
So we must see to it our famiIy is Iarge.
That'II be our defense, understand?
I've aIways Ioved you very much.
And I'm ready.
We'II get married, the sooner the better.
PIease, PasquaIino, don't worry...
Thank the Madonna for returning you to us.
One mustn't Iook back on what's passed.
It's so senseIess. What's done is done.
Have a Iook at yourseIf, my son.
You're beautifuI.
The war is ended.
It's useIess to think about these miseries...
PasquaIino, you're aIive.
AIive!
Yes, I'm aIive.