Companions,
fellow members of the AVAF,
farewell to 1939.
Hail to a new Europe. Hail the Duce!
Duce! Duce!
For 194), we extend ferv ent best wishes
to thos e of the axis engaged in a battle
soon to be ours.
You clown!
Would you concede to dance?
"Con-ceited!"
"Ass or ars e, life's a farce."
Teresa is a nice pie ce!
Slavic blood. Cheats on him?
I don't think so.
N ext to her, his age shows.
You s ee that?
Sheer madness!
Well, shitheads, do we take the picture or not?
Okay then, roll out the banner and line up.
H e y, look, it's Professor Rolf.
Long liv e Professor Rolf, AKA "H err Klimt!"
Put them in the center of the picture.
Our beautiful country where we play.
Long liv e Mona! Long liv e Mona!
Look, the manhole's pissing.
Go fix it.
C ASA CIOTTI Family Pension
Coming...
here I am.
Giulietta, don't you think the sign
should be off after midnight?
I just got back. Ask Aurelio, he was with me.
Aurelio. U pstairs to your room I bet.
Me? U pstairs with Aurelio?
I'm sorry that you think that,
but not with me in Casa Ciotti.
"N ix," as the professor would say.
Oh sure! Good night.
Okay. No arguments.
Forget it, Giulietta. Madame is tired.
Well, sleep well.
Nobody will be coming tomorrow anyway.
Back already?
Bad weather.
Yes, better for sleeping.
"Bad weather, good weather,
the cock flies low."
...a Venetian prov erb.
Giustina, s et a table for four in the dining room.
The Ritz!
We're not ritzy?
You are.
That's for sure, professor.
Damn you, Radonicich!
I was about to leav e.
Sorry, professor,
but the y brought it at 7:)).
It took time to get here,
with this snow.
It's disgusting this time.
Monstrous, it's criminal.
How is it possible?
H e swears it's a Ciardi.
Guglielmo or Emma?
Bartolomeo, he said.
Doesn't exist.
Strange...
Do what you can, professor.
Why not?
...with all the other crap around.
Ciardi it is.
"Rough... bozzetto...
of Pes cheria di Rialto...
attributable...
...to G. Ciardi."
Professor, how can I thank you?
Not the cas e, Radonicich,
among us foreigners.
Truly beautiful.
Very beautiful.
Very.
Full of English warships.
- I'll take them. - Okay.
Buy a pair for me next time.
Stay here.
I'll be right back.
Let's go to the movies.
A good movie?
Professor, up in the balcony makes no difference.
Fashionable?
Oh, spare me.
The days are getting longer, professor.
Signora Teresa did well to go out for a change.
Right. I'll do the same.
Good for you, professor. Let's go.
A little pressing and it's ready to wear.
Oh my god, it's raining, but the sun was shining.
Springtime.
Your order?
Brandy for me, thanks
For me... the same.
I'll hav e a substitute.
No small change?
All lords today.
Egon Schiele?
A fake? I know the painter.
I wouldn't pull that on you.
Amazing! It's well painted.
Very much like Schiele's style.
2)) lire for the expertis e.
Okay. In honor of Schiele.
But there's not much of a market for him in Italy.
Not officially, "Degenerate art!"
But undercov er the Blackshirts buy him up.
Sit here, professor.
The other experts sign only if someone els e
swears the painting's authentic.
Ridiculous! Only the fakes need authenticating.
Like me.
A Jew authenticated into a Christian.
One has to liv e.
Poor, Dr. Fano was thrown out of the hospital.
Lost e v erything.
H e has only a few patients left, the ones he can trust.
It's been ov er a y ear now,
but one can trust you, eh professor?
Also, Dr. Fano visits you sometimes, doesn't he?
A... lady... for you, professor.
Well then, Memo,
many thanks and goodby e.
By e Anania. Chin up!
Forget, Anania...
forget the as ylum.
Now that I'm baptized, the y won't bother you anymore.
Pay, Aurelio.
The signora will reimburs e you.
Is she back?
No, and she said not to wait for her for dinner.
Oh, I almost forgot, Lisa is waiting in the study.
Signora Teresa,
I know it's against the rules,
but just once can you bend them?
For her.
But be dis creet, mind you.
No doub t.
Let's go.
The slut!
She's not satisfied with the studs that gnaw her ears off,
she has to steal your husbands too.
Listen to her, the tart!
She cheated on her husband e v en with the monks.
Your husband's not good enough for thes e buns.
N ice...
Does it for cash.
Works a little and earns plenty.
All of his cash goes for the women.
Isn't he right?
H e y friend, you're no Venetian.
Yes, I am.
I want to die.
Go ahead.
I want to die!
If you die outside,
I'll buy you a drink.
I'd prefer dying in here.
Signora Zaira, how much?
One liter, six coins.
You remember Radonicich, professor?
From Lussin Piccolo?
Yeah, exactly. H e's gone.
Meaning?
Meaning that he's dead.
H is heart gav e out.
H ere, in front of the bar 1) days ago,
while drinking his usual "Maras chin."
Oh, how true,
the heart has a mind of it's own.
It certainly does!
It only takes orders from lov e...
or death.
'N ight, professor!
I want to die.
This is San Giorgio,
and there's Saint Marco's square
where you can take a gondola across this canal.
Will thes e do?
Your daughter just left.
Giulietta's with the professor.
Papa doesn't want priests at the funeral.
Father Bus etto!
Oh, I'm too late.
But he...
I only came to say farewell, nothing more.
We were good friends,
and in any cas e, he was an atheist
not a protestant.
Dress ed like a bride.
We'll go around the back.
H e "authenticated" more than he could chew.
H e lov ed his life.
Yes, indeed.
Carry on.
A s ea of people in Piazza Venetia.
Thousands of Italians await to hear the Duce.
We're in the midst of a historic moment,
the tension is spasmodic.
H urry, it's about to begin.
The Duce!
Veterans...
It's Mussolini.
On land...
s ea and air...
Blackshirts of the re volution,
all Italians...
of the empire and the kingdom of Albany,
hear me!
An hour...
marked by destiny...
has struck in our skies.
The hour...
of irre vocable de cisions!
The de claration of war...
has been consigned to the ambassador.
We'll win!
Who'll los e?
Come on, row.