THE ADVENTURESS FROM THE FLOOR ABOVE.
I had to run, are these the ones you wanted?
Yes, but what took you so long? You've been calling someone!
Who am I going to call? One never knows with you...
the wife leaves and the husband takes advantage!
Where are you going now? - Nowhere, I'll wait for the train to leave.
Don't pretend you don't understand, I mean when I've gone.
I don't know, I'll go home. This early?
Perhaps I'll take a walk first.
You were waiting for me to leave so you could take a walk.
I wasn't waiting for anything. I won't walk, I'll run straight home.
I have to take a look at that divorce case, too.
Another divorce case? That's all you look for these days.
Any excuse to be around women!
What do you mean, women? It's the husband who hired me.
And what does the wife do? I've no idea.
She's asking for alimony. From you? What do you mean, from me?
I'm just the lawyer. All aboard!
Get on, Darling.
I don't even get a kiss? Ah, yes.
- Fabrizio! - What is it?
I don't think I want to go anymore! But, your sister is getting married...
they're all waiting for you, the flowers, church, gifts...
My sister can get married without me.
Darling, don't be silly!
Besides, they'll all blame me.
- Excuse me... - Sorry.
They'll call me a selfish brute, like they always do.
Alright, I'll go. But remember, even far away I'm always with you.
That's all I want. Get on, get on.
All change, please!
All aboard!
Remember to turn the gas off every night. - Yes, Darling.
And to put the milk bottle outside. Yes.
Don't forget. - I won't, you even wrote it down for me.
Don't worry about a thing. Goodbye. Goodbye.
Write to me. Have fun! - Remember, I'm always with you. - Goodbye.
"Cover Bubi up, and change the water in the basin."
I've already changed the water, so I'll have to cover Bubi up.
Right, "Turn the gas off."
Thank goodness I checked...
So, "Put the shoes and the milk bottle outside the door."
I have to put everything outside...
"Remember to think of your little wife, so far away...
and then go to bed."
Quick, close the door! Who are you, what do you want?
Help me, save me! Save you, from whom?
Quiet! Don't talk, it's him! Him, who?
A window! Is there a window?
- A window? - Yes.
Over there.
Miss, are you crazy? Life is a sacred thing...
What?! I want to see if he's there. Ah, I thought...
Is he there? Turn the light off!
Well? He's standing by the gate.
I don't see anything.
Move to the side, do you see him? No.
It doesn't matter, I can. Now he's crossing the road.
Ah yes, I see him!
- Who is he? - My husband.
He's a big guy! Twice the size of you.
What will he do now? I don't know, let's wait. For what?
He's disappeared!
Isn't that a good thing? No! Where could he have gone?
Perhaps he's gone away. Perhaps he's coming back up!
Calm down, Miss.
You shouldn't get so worked up. That's because you don't know him!
If he found me here...
Exactly, I suggest you go home.
What if he's coming up the stairs?
Then hurry, before he sees you.
Yes, of course.
Too late, here he is!
Did he see you? No, I hope not.
It's him! Now we're for it! We? It's nothing to do with me!
He won't give you time to explain.
Hide me, for your own sake! Quickly!
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Excuse me, I mean good evening. Of course, good evening.
Are you looking for someone? Yes.
- My wife. - Your wife?
What an idea!
There are no wives here. Not even my wife is here...
let alone yours as well!
Enough talking, young man!
Where is she? - I assure you, Sir, you're mistaken. - We'll see.
Do you mind? This is my house! Move.
Sir, I demand that you leave! Do you know what this is called?
Forcible entry! Got that? Forcible entry!
Article 614, Penal Code...
Are you married? I don't know. Sorry?
I know, but I won't tell you. As you wish.
And...
are you alone in the house? Yes.
Your wife? - Far away. - Ah-ha!
What do you mean, "ah-ha"? Nothing.
Unbelievable! You come here and say "ah-ha" because my wife isn't home.
You, of all people. - What does that mean? Can't I say "ah-ha"?
You're the one looking for your wife. Therefore, I should be saying "ah-ha".
And I do: Ah-ha! - I can't stop you, it's your house.
At least you're admitting it. Then please leave! - Calm down!
I won't leave until you prove that the person I saw come in here...
wasn't my wife. No one came in, I tell you!
Word of a gentleman? Word of a gentleman. Thank you.
Nice room...
Ours is laid out differently, it doesn't have this exposition.
What do I care?
Back in the living room again. Good, good...
A little untidy, but if the lady isn't home...
Strange.
I'm sure I saw her come in.
Are you convinced now? Yes, yes.
I'm convinced she isn't here. But where could she be? - Well...
I don't understand how she escaped from under my nose.
She can't have gone out because I was downstairs, I'd have seen her.
So she must be still in the building.
The only thing left is to check the other floors.
There are 9 floors, 18 tenants... So what?
I have the right to know where my wife is hiding, no?
- Yes, or no? - Yes, yes.
And if you can't find her? She'll be at her mother's, as usual.
Exactly, that could be. Why don't you go and see?
Young man, never be the first to extend one's hand. Take it from me.
With women...
Use an iron fist!
- Goodbye. - Good evening.
- What's that? - For the milk!
Would you like something to drink? After all this excitement...
If you'd be so kind as to bring me a glass of water...
That's all I ask of you.
Of course, right away.
- Is that enough? - Yes.
Make yourself comfortable. 36 springs, why use just one?
Allow me to introduce myself: Attorney Fabrizio Marchini.
And I'm Biancamaria. Is that all?
Is that not enough? Of course, a wonderful name...
And your husband? Heavens, don't talk to me about him!
You're right, let's talk about you. Only you!
I'd like to ask you so many things, but I don't dare to be so forward.
Go ahead! What would you like to know? The name of my father, mother...
place of birth, height, weight, distinguishing marks?
I'll satisfy your curiosity. My father was called Cirillo, my mother Lucia...
I'm 25 years old and was born Capri. Capri? Strange...
What's strange? - Just that people go to Capri on holiday...
they aren't born there. - I was born there and will never go there on holiday.
Why not? Capri, the island of love, of happiness...
The Faraglioni, the Blue Grotto, Posillipo...
Posillipo is in Naples. It's in the same area.
And now that I know you're from there, Capri suddenly seems more beautiful...
more suggestive, more... - Is this really the time to talk about Capri?
I should go.
What time is it, please? What time is it? Midnight.
The hour of sin, and... What sin?
I was just saying... My God, it's so late!
They'll already be asleep at this hour. Everyone is asleep at this hour.
Take my advice, Miss.
You should sleep, too. Sleep, are you crazy?
In this frame of mind I couldn't possibly close my eyes!
Then let's chat. Does it seem like the moment to chat?
With my husband looking for me all over the building?
- Why, do you think that... - He's capable of anything!
As you can see, the only thing is to stay here until the morning.
It's terrible! I wouldn't say terrible...
Just a moment! Leave it to me.
Where are you going?
Here. Now tell me that us men aren't good for anything.
In just a moment, there! What is all this stuff?
If I'm not comfortable, I can never get to sleep.
Comfortable? - Yes, I'm staying here, you can go through there.
- Where? - In my room.
I couldn't possibly accept.
I'll stay here, you sleep in your bed.
I wouldn't dream of it! Me in there, you in here...
Don't even mention it.
But, your wife... My wife isn't here.
And if she knew?
She won't.
And even if she knew, what's wrong with it?
Please.
This way.
Is this her?
Yes, that's her. Beautiful woman! And beautiful pearls.
A small gift of mine.
Why did you turn it round? No, I was just...
Are you afraid she'll see us? Heavens, no! What an idea!
See? You have bad intentions!
No, I assure you!
There, are you happy? My wife can look as much as she wants.
In fact, I'll introduce you. This is my wife.
Mrs. Biancamaria.
Would there be anything wrong with a lady sleeping in your bed?
No, right? See.
And would there be anything wrong if I, too... What are you saying?
Nothing, I was talking to my wife.
- Please, leave me. - Very well.
Just allow me to explain some of the layout and the topography.
Anyway, that door isn't a door, it's a wardrobe.
This door isn't a door or a wardrobe, it's nothing.
The architect put it there because it looked good.
If you need brushes, combs, perfume, it's all here.
No, thank you, I don't need anything. Nothing at all?
You're so kind that I almost feel bad for not needing anything.
The complete opposite of my husband. My wife, your husband...
Can't it just be the two of us? Doing what?
Nothing. Two people can be alone without doing anything, can't they?
Not doing anything gets boring.
Then let's do something.
Damn it! Excuse me...
Hello, who is it?
You! What do you want at this hour?
It's only midnight, the hour when things come alive.
You told me to give you a call, since your wife isn't home. Here I am!
Well, what are you up to? Nothing, nothing at all!
What do you mean, "bachelor"? I'm a serious man.
Yes, serious. Bye, goodbye!
No, you're a nuisance!
- What do you want? - Nothing.
May I come in a moment?
What is it? Yes, I just wanted to say...
You see, Biancamaria...
May I call you that, yes?
It's such a wonderful name, it would be a shame not to use it.
Very well. Thank you. Anyway...
Anyway, Biancamaria, I just wanted to say that...
it's strange, your eyes are the colour of, I don't know...
of jade!
Anyway, I just wanted to say that...
sometimes it's the case that one...
One is tired, but doesn't want to sleep? Right, exactly.
I, on the other hand, am falling asleep on my feet.
Please, go.
To be shown the door in my own house is something I wasn't expecting.
That's why life is beautiful:
You never know what might happen.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
See, in my house I've had people selling insurance, salesmen...
representatives, summoners...
but to be kicked out of my room like an intruder...
hadn't happened to me yet. So you're stubborn!
What are you afraid of, Biancamaria? Of you, or of me?
Of both. That's why we shouldn't be alone. Why?
So that we don't lose our heads. But it's so nice to lose one's head!
To think, an hour ago you and I were so very far away...
but chance, bringing us together, has allowed us to...
overcome an incalculable distance.
It's wonderful, Biancamaria...
Yes, wonderful.
Where are you going? Away, I'm going away.
Aren't you afraid of your husband anymore?
Between two dangers, I've always chosen the smaller.
This is the first time I've ever been considered a dangerous man.
Wait, Biancamaria... I promise I won't be stubborn.
- Can I trust you? - Blindly.
Anyway, if you don't trust me, you can lock the door.
I don't think that's necessary. I'd like to think you're a gentleman.
I think you for your faith.
Don't look at me like that, I didn't do anything wrong.
Biancamaria!
Good morning!
Biancamaria!
Biancamaria...
Thanks for everything. The Lady from Upstairs.
The necklace...
"Thanks for everything." And she has the nerve to thank me!
Hello? Hello, is that you? Hello? Yes, it's me!
What the devil do you want? Do you remember my wife's necklace?
The one her mother gave her when we got married?
You call me at this hour to ask if I remember your wife's necklace?
- Sheer madness! - Listen to me.
That necklace has been stolen. Stolen!
Incredible, a necklace...
Well, what did you expect them to steal? A pair of slippers?
You're the worst kind of idiot!
Police...
Hello? Hello? Yes, it's me.
Why haven't you called the police?
I can't. If I call the police, my wife will find out...
and that'll be the end of everything. And why can't your wife find out?
Because... get over here, will you? I can't explain it on the phone.
Get over here quickly, okay? Bye.
Sorry, what?
Do I forgive you? Yes, but hurry up, you animal!
Lucrezia!
What's going on? I won't need a bath, or a shave.
Hurry, call me a taxi. Will you tell me what's going on?
No time for silly questions now. Help me, what do I need?
Your trousers, Doctor! Get my trousers and call a taxi.
But hurry, don't just stand there! Do I have to call a taxi...
or fetch you your trousers? Call the taxi... I mean...
Why are you looking at me like that?
There's nothing to get mad about, I behaved like a gentleman.
And to find out that thieves these days have a face like that!
Eyes that I...
But don't worry, you'll get your necklace back
even if she has to spit out the pearls one by one!
Good morning, Sir.
This is a good start! The lady would not be pleased.
What is it? This isn't the milk bottle.
It's the one you put that old Marsala wine in...
that the gentleman sent at Christmas. I don't need to hear about this now!
I have other things on my mind. Get in the kitchen.
Sir, what have you done? Nothing, nothing at all!
Oh, if the lady was here!
What did you get up to last night? Nothing, I slept in here.
I'm free to sleep where I want, aren't I? It's my house!
Mouth shut, got it?
"Mouth shut"...
With the house in such a state, "Mouth shut"...
Was that the doorbell? Are you expecting someone, Sir?
- No! Was that the doorbell, though? - No!
Are you feeling unwell? No, I'm fine.
Listen here...
Upstairs there's a certain Rossi who has a young, beautiful wife.
Sir! There are certain things that I will not be part of.
If you want to go mad with joy because the lady isn't here...
What do you mean, mad with joy?
It's just a question, like any other.
Because...
- Because... - Because?
Get in the kitchen, go on.
Rossi...
Quick, come with me.
If I knew the lift was out of order...
He's coming down! Who? The husband!
- Whose? - That woman.
And you're running? I'll stand up to him...
Are you crazy? He's dangerous! Quick!
Come on, let's hide. Coward, why are you hiding?
- If I were you... - Quiet!
Come on, we have to follow him! How come?
Don't you get it? He's going to her, if we follow him, he'll lead us to her!
We can't let him get away.
Watch what you're doing! Please excuse me.
It's all your fault!
This is the second time in the last few days...
that you're buying flowers to make your wife forgive you.
As a client, I admire you, but as a husband...
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Should I send it to the usual address? Yes.
Goodbye, little one. Good day, Mr. Rossi.
May I help you, Sir? Thank you, I'll be back.
He bought flowers for his wife. Must be to congratulate her on the job.
Flowers? - And I heard the address: Viale dei Tigli.
- What number? - I forgot.
- You animal! - I knew it!
Was there any doubt? I mean, I knew the number!
Quick, go and get the address. But, how?
Make her give it to you! Promise her a gift, caress her...
but don't come out of that shop without the address! Go on, quick!
- Don't scream! - Calm down!
You scoundrel! I should teach you a lesson!
Dad, don't shout! Illbred, villainous...
Let me explain... There's nothing to explain!
I saw it with my own eyes. You attacked my daughter!
I didn't attack her! - Villainous... I just caressed her...
All I did was this... Dad, please!
That's it, come with me. You are... Yes, I am.
Then give him what he deserves.
Move along, move along. Hear that? Move along!
I saved you - You ruined me.
What did you do to her? I caressed her.
- And she slapped you. - No.
- She screamed. - No! - Then what did she do?
She let me, but I didn't notice the father coming out of the back.
So you didn't get the address? Right!
Then what's this?
The lady brought it to us to adjust the clasp.
I'm the jeweller. The lady has gone away.
- But, how? - She took the train.
Don't try to be funny. She said she wouldn't leave without the necklace.
When will she be back? Who knows!
Is the gentleman here? He went out a while ago.
And when will he be back? Who knows!
- What about this? - Well!
END OF PART ONE
PART TWO
Come on...
No, it burns! - You have to drink it warm, it's good for your throat!
Biancamaria, you tell him. He won't listen to me.
Come on, Daddy, make Mummy happy. It's for your own good.
Such filth!
You've been making me swallow that filth to cure my sore throat for...
5 days now, when even a horse would get a sore throat after drinking it!
Thanks a lot, but I'll cure this sore throat myself! Goodbye!
As usual!
All this fuss because he wants his rum, that old man.
Do me a favour, my dear. Go to the cellar and get it.
It's the first bottle on the second shelf on the left.
I'll go and calm him down...
otherwise his throat will heal, but his liver will start playing up.
Quick, my dear! By the way...
you still haven't heard from that husband of yours?
- No. - Ah, these husbands!
Go on, my dear!
Isolated house...
green surroundings, trees...
It doesn't fill me with confidence. You're right, let's go. No, no...
What are you doing? Precautions.
What are you afraid of? I'm here. But I'm here, too.
Ring it.
There's no one here, thank goodness...
Are you looking for someone?
Biancamaria.
Mrs. Biancamaria. Who should I say is calling?
Come on, there's no time for chit-chat. Go and call her.
What a stink!
They live well though, eh? Yeah.
Of course, 100,000 lire a job. As long as they do 2 a month, that's...
2,400,000 lire a year.
And to think, there's us who work from morning to night...
just to earn enough...
Look!
The gang leader.
Look at that face. Poor thing, he's paralytic.
Paralytic?! It's all a sham! - No... You don't know the underworld.
See that cane? It's not really a cane. And that beard is fake.
He might not even be old. Just you watch.
Hey, there! You!
Yeah, the monocle...
See you!
There's no time to lose, quick...
you look in the armchairs, the drawers, I'll check behind the paintings.
Why? - Because that's where people always hide stolen stuff. Hurry up!
What are you doing? - The paintings... Me the paintings, you the drawers!
Why are you knocking? I'm looking for the compartment.
What compartment? The secret compartment.
What?! Did you find anything? No.
Then what are you doing here? Come on!
Ah, the books! You check below, I'll check up here.
Why the books? Everyone hides things in books!
Ooh, the necklace! I knew it, give it here!
"The Empress's Necklace"... Don't try to be funny! Come on!
- She's the thief. - Are you sure?
Of course! Think I don't know her?
She slept in my bed. In your bed, really?
Yes, quiet! I'll follow her, you stay here.
- Cover my back. - With what?
No, keep watch! You're the look-out.
If someone comes, sound the alarm. Okay.
- You? - Yes, me.
I say!
Say it, my little sparrow.
"Little sparrow"?!
My God! Yesterday, you seemed like such a normal person.
Last night. But now, I'm not normal.
Do we understand each other?
Sorry, but what happened to you?
Are you not well?
I'm very well.
Good morning.
Good morning, Ma'am.
Here, you see... I was... I mean, I just...
Who are you? Allow me to introduce myself...
- I'm Doctor... - Ah, the doctor!
Why didn't they call me? Sorry, have you been waiting long?
Yes... I mean, no... It doesn't matter.
I can always just leave. No! My husband is waiting for you!
Go on through.
Nella, show the doctor through.
I was looking for the lady. I'll call her.
After you, Doctor.
After you.
Come on, that's enough talking. Out with the bundle!
- The bundle? - Yes!
You're completely mad. Get out of here, right now!
I'd like nothing more, but I won't leave empty handed. - What do you mean?
Biancamaria! Who's that? My mother.
Please, I don't want my parents to know what happened, okay?
Mister... Yes, Fabrizio Marchini.
My mother.
A pretty old girl.
What is it, Mother? - The doctor is here, we're waiting for you.
Yes, right away.
Stop!
It's all just a trick so you can slink off, but I won't fall for it.
A trick, what are you saying? Come on, don't play the innocent.
Do you think that because of your beautiful eyes...
I'm going to give up 100,000 lire?
100,000 lire? Now I understand!
Blackmail! - Call it what you like, just as long as you hurry up.
And to think, I took you for a gentleman!
No, I'm not a gentleman, at least not the kind you mean.
You thought of everything, didn't you?
Enter someone's house at night, with the jealous husband excuse.
And I, being an idiot, fell for it. Well done!
What are you saying? What do you want? I already told you. Out with it!
He has a continuous cough that just won't go away.
Yes, when a cough arrives, it's often difficult to get rid of.
Why don't you call a doctor? A doctor? That's why we called you.
Ah, that's right!
If you still don't understand, I'll tell you once and for all!
I'm a respectable woman! Ah, you are?
- What are you doing? - Laughing.
- You gave me... - A slap!
It looks like vascular hypertrophy of the energetic valves.
What's he saying? My God, what's that?
No, no, you won't die.
No, calm down. Nothing serious...
Shall I fetch you a spoon, Doctor? Thank you, Ma'am. For what?
To hold down his tongue. Ah, for...
Good idea, yes.
Right, let's finish this shameful affair once and for all.
I'll give you 5,000 lire, is that enough? 5,000 lire?
You must be joking. - 10,000.
I can't offer any more than that. I don't have it.
That's none of my concern.
Go away, I beg you! I'll give you everything you want.
I'll send it to you. But if you have a shred of sympathy...
My husband!
All the better!
Show him in! That way he can pay, too.
You must be mad! He's already seen you once.
If he find you here, that'll be it! Hide yourself!
I'm not afraid. But I am! Quick!
I wanted to come sooner, but I've had a busy day.
Did you receive the flowers? Yes.
- Did you like them? - Very much.
Open your mouth...
- Doctor! - Open your mouth!
- Do you forgive me? - Yes...
What is it, what's wrong? Nothing, nothing.
Daddy isn't well. The doctor is here.
I'm sorry. Still his throat? Yes.
Cirillo, it's for your own good!
What's going on? Murderer, you mean to strangle me!
It's a miracle I didn't die! You're no doctor!
Actually, I'm a doctor of commercial science.
What does that mean? But you told me that...
All I said was: "I am Doctor..."
So you had me look down your husband's throat...
and you told me to put the spoon down there...
so I did it, thinking I was doing you a favour...
Then what are you doing here? Actually, I'm not sure.
I came with a friend who asked me to cover his back.
A friend?
Yes, that nice young man who was with you in the lounge.
Who is it? Well, I was through there...
Murderer!
Bernardino! Bernardino!
I'm happy that all this has happened in the presence of your parents.
Now you can't deny it anymore!
Biancamaria! Biancamaria!
Where are you going? What are you doing? - Fabrizio!
Come on, quick! It could have been worse.
No, it couldn't have been better. Look.
Did she give you it back? No, I took it.
And how did you do that? What's this?
It's a spoon. Arturo, I'm surprised at you!
You don't think that I... Think what?
Let me explain! - Forget it! They gave it to me...
That's it, I've had enough!
I loved you, and I never failed in my duties as a wife.
Now it's too late, I've had enough!
I've had enough!
Stop!
- Stop! - See how she treats me?
You reap what you sow, my dear!
I know, I can be difficult...
But it's because I love her too much. Too much isn't a good thing!
Promise me you'll be less violent, less suspicious.
Yes, Mummy. I promise.
Who was that she was with, then? I don't know!
If you had asked her politely, she would have told you.
Now go on, go home. Tell her you're sorry, and try to make her forgive you.
I'll try.
See? It was for her.
Goodbye, Mummy.
From tomorrow, I'm going to start stealing, too, since it's so easy.
It suits you! What about the genius you need? The planning, the spark!
Why, do you need a spark to steal? Of course.
Anyway, what are you saying? I didn't steal it, watch your mouth.
I feel so happy! Come on, let's have a drink!
To the new Sherlock Holmes! To my future biographer!
It's what the newspapers would have called:
"The Theatre of Crime".
That sofa there is a part of history. I want to sell it at action...
and I'll tell the public: "Ladies and Gentlemen..."
here once sat the celebrated adventuress with the eyes of jade...
"Here, the felonious plan was first conceived. Here..."
"we messed around!" Vulgar.
Very vulgar. You couldn't possibly understand the poetry of sin...
the allure of perdition... If she came back...
Why, would you let her in? Why not?
First I'd lock all the drawers and then there, on the attack...
to conquer that dark flower, that impure flower...
Biancamaria... Innocence and sin!
Purity, and... stop it! And perdition.
The good and the bad! Look who it is.
But, you're here? When did you get back?
Half an hour ago.
Good, it's nice to see that you're having fun in my absence.
On the contrary. Since you were so far away...
I asked our dear friend Arturo to keep me company for a while.
I felt so alone, didn't I?
Tell her. Yes, we felt so alone.
It seems I heard a toast. To whom?
To your return... Clara. Who do you think?
Anyway, didn't you say that you would be away for 15 days?
What about your sister's wedding?
Already done. When, this morning?
No, 3 months ago. They were married in secret, without telling anyone.
How extraordinary!
Who would have thought that your sister...
- Modern ladies, eh? - Right.
But I'm very happy that you're back. I can see that!
It seems that... You must be tired, go and rest.
You want to get rid of me! No, heaven forbid!
Sit down, let's talk.
It's so nice to talk between the three of us, isn't it?
Yes, very nice. - It would be better between the two of you.
I'm going to have a lie down.
But first I'd like to show you something. What?
Just a little curiosity. You can come, too.
But, it's nothing to do with me. It will help for when you're married.
Come on.
Are you coming?
What's this?
What is it?
Ah, a hairpin. Yes, I can see that it's a hairpin.
But there's one thing I don't understand.
I don't use hairpins. Ah, no? No.
Strange, me neither. I don't understand either.
Ah, it must belong to, you know... It must belong to Matilde!
- Do you think so? - Yes.
I find it odd that Matilde would come to do her hair in my room.
You know what these maids are like!
They're capable of anything. Alright, I'll ask her.
She'll deny it. Such a liar, that woman!
She...
Talk. - What? Talk to her, tell her something.
Yes, um...
Did you have a good trip, Miss? Excellent, there and back.
Such wonderful flowers!
The necklace...
- The necklace is here! - So?
But, before it wasn't there. Yes, the jeweller brought it back.
I had him adjust the clasp. The jeweller? When?
When I came back, I found it here waiting for me.
Couldn't you have told me? Well, I'm telling you now.
What's wrong, Darling? What do you mean? I'm fine.
But it annoys me! - What? Do you even have to ask?
It's like I don't count around here!
The necklaces come and go without me knowing a thing!
A little consideration, please!
I don't see the need to get so angry about something so small.
Something so small? A necklace is an object of value!
I might have found the case empty and thought it had been stolen...
leaving me feeling like a blackmailer. What do you mean, blackmailer?
I mean, like a... robbery victim. Accusations, trials, jail!
And all of this, why? Because the lady...
sends the jeweller to the clasp... I mean, the thing... unbelievable.
You seem nervous, darling. What is it, don't you feel well?
No, I'm fine.
I'm sorry...
Anyway, why don't you go to sleep? You must be tired. Shall we go?
Shall we go?!
Call me an imbecile, an idiot! If that's what you want, sure!
No, that's not enough. Call me pitiful, wretched!
What about if I call you a thief, would that make you happy?
Right, because now I'll be... Exactly, you'll be...
No, I am... Then you are... A thief.
A thief. A thief! Don't overdramatise, calm down!
You tell me that now? - When was I supposed to tell you? - This morning!
When I came to you for advice, as a friend!
You should have told me to calm down, to reflect! - That's enough!
Now you're taking it out on me? A nice way to exploit a friendship!
But you're not a friend, you're nothing but a friendship pirate!
You're right, insult me. No, insulting you isn't enough.
I should slap you! Go on, hit me.
Then no! I'm leaving, because I've had just about enough...
of your adventures, of your necklaces! Enough!
- Arturo! - No, no and no!
Arturo, don't leave me...
If not for our friendship, do it for humanity. Arturo!
I'm a coward. No, you're a friend.
The best friend I could have! Come here.
What do you think I should do? What can you do?
Give the necklace back. To who?
To who? To who you stole it from.
The adventuress with eyes of jade!
Alright, let's think.
To go to her and say: "Here, I took you for a thief..."
Never! Especially since she might not believe me.
Then the husband will find out, he's an impulsive character...
he feels offended, gets jealous... Nothing doing.
The father!
No, he's deaf, can't understand a thing.
The mother!
That's it, problem solved!
You go to the mother and tell her: "Ma'am, this necklace..."
No, no, no! You must be mad! I won't set foot in that house again!
If you want to go to the mother, go yourself! I won't! - Very well.
I shall drink from the bitter cup, until the very end.
Drink from the bitter cup if you like, but leave me in peace.
What does it take to steal? The genius, the planning, the spark!
The spark!
Arturo!
Will you come with me?
Up to the door.
There's no time to lose, come on. You want to show up at this hour...
at the house of respectable people? Go up to the old woman and say:
"I took your daughter for a thief"?
It's crazy. It's not crazy, it's necessary.
Can't you go tomorrow? - What if they notice the necklace is missing?
Inform the police, questioning, scandals, my wife will find out...
no, there's not a moment to lose. Let's see, perhaps she's asleep.
Good, she's asleep.
Exactly what we needed.
Are you sure she's asleep? Listen.
Clara!
She's asleep. Come on, every minute we waste...
Right, let's practice what I have to say to her.
"Ma'am, a regrettable mishap..."
Yeah, a mishap!
"Ma'am, if I called you... Mummy". She'd give you a slap.
Why? - Because it's offensive. You're right.
Anyway, "Ma'am, a painful mistake..." "is the reason that..."
"I find myself in this mess!" That's it, very good.
Arturo...
That window is open!
You stay here and keep in gammon. What?
- Stand guard. - For who?
- For me. - Why?
I'll go through the window...
drop the necklace, come out...
and we'll get out of here without seeing the mother. Do you like the idea?
The idea of getting out of here, yes. But the other one, no.
Be quiet! Right, you stay here. If you see someone, whistle.
Fabrizio, I don't know ho to whistle. Just give me a sign!
What's wrong, do you feel ill? No, I'm trying a sign.
What are you doing?
What do you want?
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Good evening?! What are you doing here?
Well, Ma'am, I was just passing by and said to myself:
"What are you doing? Why don't you go and say hello to the nice lady?"
I wanted to knock...
But then I thought: "At this hour?" So as not to disturb anyone...
What, you came through the window? Precisely. Why?
To you, I can confess everything. You are able to sympathise, to forgive.
I don't understand, talk!
Why did you come in here like a thief? A thief?
That's the right word, Ma'am. My God, you meant to steal? No!
I mean yes, I meant to steal. Steal what?
This. My daughter's photo? Yes, Ma'am.
I'm guilty. I love your daughter. What?
Yes, I love her, I adore her! For her I'd throw myself in a fire!
To have a photo of hers I didn't hesitate to act in a way...
that only the power of desperation could suggest.
Only you, a woman yourself, you...
whose charming beauty the years try in vain to erode...
only you can understand me. Yes, that is all I ask: Forgive me.
- Oh, Miss! It's you! - Yes, me!
What are you doing here? How about you?
Right now, nothing! Yes, me too.
Come on, talk. Don't be a fool. Miss, if you talk to me like that...
What is my husband doing in this house?
What house? - This one, I saw him go in with my own eyes!
Ah, well if that's the case... Yes, Fabrizio is in this house...
but what he's gone in there to do, I wouldn't know. - You wouldn't know?
You have my word. Then I'll go and see.
No, Miss, don't go in. Why not?
Miss, I'll tell you everything, but not here. Come on.
Come with me, Miss.
Now you know everything. You can judge me and condemn me.
I won't judge or condemn you.
It's not my place to say it.
But yours is nothing but a folly, a folly without hope.
Why? - My daughter has been married for 5 years.
Destiny! But, why?
Why do you hate me so?
Why, didn't you know? How could I have dared ask?
You poor young man! What a tragedy.
What will you do now? Nothing, nothing.
It's all over now. There's nothing left to to but go, and disappear.
No, young man, calm down!
You shouldn't be so tragic.
Please, don't insist. No, I shall insist!
Ma'am, let's not complicate things. It's all so simple:
Your daughter doesn't know anything, neither does her husband.
Promise me you won't tell.
Well, I... - Ma'am, for everything you hold dear in the world...
go against your instinct as a woman just this once, and please don't tell.
I will forget, eventually. Only time can work such miracles.
Farewell, Ma'am.
Where are you going? - Away. You can use the door!
Ah, right. Excuse me.
But, you're crying. No, I assure you I'm not.
No? I thought you were.
Besides, it's nothing to be ashamed of.
Mummy! My God, you've run off again!
And who is that woman? Who knows?
You act like I know everything, when I don't know anything!
Where are you going? Let me go!
Where do you want to go?
As soon as we got home, he started. He made this terrible scene.
I really can't go on.
What do you want from me?
Mother, I'm surprised at you! Opening the door to such a...
I didn't open anything! He came in through the window.
Through the window? To think, I took him for a thief...
when all he wanted was a photo of you. Romantic, don't you think?
Right, romantic! He wanted the silver frame!
- Miss... - Biancamaria!
You shouldn't talk to him that way! He's guilty, yes...
but all he wants is some compassion.
All he wants is money!
Miss, please. Biancamaria, be nice.
If you treat like this, he could throw himself in the river, out of a window...
or blow his brains out. It's not right, Biancamaria.
Whatever, he can blow his brains out as much as he wants...
anything to get rid of him as quickly as possible!
He told me he'd do it, the poor thing! It was the first thing he told me!
Isn't that right? Yes, that's right.
Go on, get out of here. Biancamaria, don't be so harsh.
After all, he's in love. Without hope, but he's in love.
In love with whom? With you, he just told me.
Ma'am, actually I... Are you going to deny it?
I won't deny it, but I won't affirm it. In love with me? This guy?
Yes, what's wrong with that? He's not that bad. - Thank you, Ma'am.
But it's a lie, another of his lies! Yes, it's true.
But it's the last.
Ma'am, if you allow me, I'll tell you the whole truth. Anyway...
Miss, your suspicions are unfounded...
and Fabrizio might have already gone home.
You should probably go home yourself.
Certainly!
Miss, where are you going?
And now that you know everything, all I can do is apologise, Miss...
and to you, Ma'am.
Is that really the truth? Yes, this time it is.
I think I preferred the other one, the one that wasn't true:
Love without hope, the power of desperation...
the enamored lover who climbs in through the window...
Lucia!
Shall we do this gargle, or not?
Hear that?
Reality, helping him gargle...
- But, you're crying? - Yes.
Are you sure? Of course, I saw him go in!
And I'll tell you another thing, that man is my husband! - No!
- Let me at him! - Come with me.
We have to catch them in the act. Let's find another way in.
There, everything as it was before. Even your respect for me?
Even my respect for you. Thank you.
And... what now?
All that's left now is to go to sleep. Just like last night.
Yes, only now I have my own bedroom and my own bed.
- That one. - Yes.
Where are they?
They'll hear us.
It's almost exactly like last night, you being tired and going to bed...
and me wishing you goodnight.
Scoundrels... - After just a year of marriage, dreadful...
Miss, come on!
Promise me, Biancamaria, that our acquaintance...
will remain our own little secret.
Goodnight.
Bernardino! Scoundrel! Biancamaria!
- Let me explain! - No!
You cannot talk, you should not.
I'm the one who should talk...
and I'll talk.
But on one condition. What is it? Quick!
Easy, easy, don't get worked up.
On the condition that the lady gives me permission. - But, I...
Talk, or it will be too late! Listen to this guy...
he even has the courage to raise his voice!
Instead of presenting yourself humbly and imploringly asking for forgiveness...
he has the impertinence and the nerve to assume a domineering tone.
This will be documented in the records.
Fabrizio! - Silence! You will speak only when questioned.
I'll speak right now, and I want you to explain yourself.
We have no explanations to give. We will present our case to the court.
You, rather, should be explaining what gives you the right...
to take my wife by the arm!
But I... Fabrizio, you don't think that...
A respectable husband never thinks in these cases, he acts.
But there's no husband here, there's the lawyer.
And under the gown of the lawyer there is the man, with a heart, soul...
a sensibility!
The man who heard a cry of pain...
from a poor being, harassed and tormented!
The man who, pushed by the sense of human sympathy...
that unites the people...
bends in emotional compassion towards this pain...
he feels it too, he suffers, and he cries.
Yes, gentlemen...
I cry.
And you too shall cry when I show you...
the painful stages of this painful, painful living death.
You affirm that the nuptial bond is sacred and indissoluble.
I will not contest this axiomatic truth that has its roots...
in the depths of human consciousness. But we must make the distinction...
that it is not simply a pun that the illustrious proponent for...
the opposing side will surely object against.
You talk of bonds! But here we are dealing with chains!
Do you feel the repeating rings of these chains...
in the pulse of this poor martyr?
What's he saying?
Just look at him. Look at him!
Observe the wild flashes in his gaze...
the cruel lines of his lips! He his silent now!
But perhaps with his silence he still means to deceive you...
and still ponders other examples of retaliation and abuse...
against the poor, defenceless being...
who waits on your clemency and mercy.
It will not take many words to demonstrate that all the elements...
are in favour of my client and that the court and its sense of justice...
can do nothing other than recognise her deserved right to a separation.
Separation, what separation? A legal separation...
article 149 of the Civil Code, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th paragraph...
with the separation of property, and the payment of financial support.
Sir, will you tell me what all of this is about?
I am here to plead the interests of my client...
and am not obliged to answer you.
If you have objections to raise, address them to your own lawyer.
Excuse me!
What lawyer? I have no intention to separate from my wife.
See, Miss, what did I tell you? They're all the same.
They're all the same, these selfish, domineering husbands.
They create a hell in their houses...
so as to torture the poor woman who made the irreparable mistake...
of marrying them, then when they hear talk of a separation...
it's protests and indignation. But we must stand up, be ruthless!
What do you mean, ruthless? That's enough of this nonsense!
Sir, I beg you to respect the rules of the court.
Rules of what court?! You and your court can go to hell!
Biancamaria, you can't be thinking the same thing, can you? Answer me.
I don't want to, I couldn't possibly leave you.
I recognise that it's all my fault, I ask for your forgiveness...
but I don't want to leave you. Good! That's what I like to hear.
Those are the words we were waiting for.
Miss, I'm no longer talking to you as a lawyer but as a man, a friend...
As a lawyer, I would have to insist on a separation...
but as a man and a friend I must tell you... forgive him.
There is a note of sincerity in his voice that cannot be ignored.
This is an important moment for you, a decisive turn in your life.
Before you open up two roads:
The serene one, lit by a happily married life...
or the arid one, the desolate nature of a solitary life.
Before it is too late...
get on your knees and ask her to forgive you for your brutal excesses.
Tell her, crying, that jealousy...
represents the tomb of love...
the sprinkled poison upon the innocent fidelity of a wife!
Cry! Cry!
And in front of your lifeless fire, in front of your deserted house...
shout out: "Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa".
How wonderful, it's like being at the theatre!
Faster!
Slow down!
Faster!
Yes, Biancamaria, "mea culpa".
Do you forgive me?
Yes.
I'm ask you for forgiveness, is that not enough? - No.
I promise.
- Do you swear? - I swear.
I forgive you.
He's such a swindler.
Nice, though. What was that? Quiet!
Don't leave me...
I will never forget it, you've brought us back together forever.
I'm happy for you, but remember: With women, use a velvet glove.
Of course, a velvet glove.
By the way, was my wife at your house last night or not?
Yes.
But at that moment she wasn't your wife, she was my client.
The hairpin...
Well, now that we know one another, we should get together some time.
Now that we're close, we'll come up...
And we'll come down.
Not too often, though. We'll settle things at home.