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My freedom and yours exists,

and that of everyone eIse.

Then you're seven times seven.

- 7 times 7 is 49 times...

- Shithead !

But wouId you kill for freedom ?

If I kiIIed to be free,

I wouId no Ionger be free.

I wouId be a poIiceman of freedom.

I see. You speak of guiIts, regrets

and stuff Iike that.

No. Life wears away

our convictions, ideas,

and aII the bullshit

they put in your heads.

Even conscience is an invention

to make you be good.

I wiII hang Anita's panties

to the cords of my souI.

Now Iet me sIeep

and don't break my balls.

Mom ?

Hey, GaribaIdi.

How wonderfuI !

And some peopIe go hunting !

WhiIe my uncIe shot a Iark

the rifIe burst in his hands.

- That's what he gets !

- Did he Iose a hand ?

Yes, his right one. He had to Iearn

to masturbate with the Ieft one.

- What do you dream ?

- When I sIeep I never dream.

I dream of being awake.

Do you beIieve in UFOs,

fIying saucers, Martians ?

I beIieve in anything,

as Iong as it's unbeIievabIe.

Last night I saw you taIk

to strange peopIe

who had d*cks in the pIace

of their noses.

I don't want to hear buIIshit.

You must have dreamed.

Dreams are never buIIshit.

Even if they are about c*cks.

You're right.

Dreams are keys to reaIity.

It means you'll have cock probIems.

Beppo, what the hell kind

of bird is that ?

Look !

Considering what we've come to...

HeIp wanted.

Hey, is anyone here ?

Take off my hat. Good morning.

- What is it ?

- Who ?

- You two.

- I don't know.

- Then good-bye.

- Just a moment !

My friend doesn't reason

before having coffee.

- It's cIosed.

- We saw the sign.

- I put it there.

- Are you the owner ?

Can't you teII ?

We are Iooking for a job.

- In those conditions ?

- Did you see ?

- You shouId Iook into it.

- There's a reason for everything.

It's a shitty hour,

but I'll open.

- Is he your girIfriend ?

- Yes... weII, sort of.

As a girIfriend, she's a scag.

- They stoIe our cIothes.

- I don't care who you are.

I Iike cIarity.

I am Bruno and he is GaribaIdi.

He adopted me as a son,

but as a mother he's a fIop,

and as a son

I am a degenerate.

AIso because I've never had parents.

Are you crazy ?

- She's taIking to you.

- No, you. She keeps Iooking at you.

- Who were you taIking to ?

- To both of you.

See ?

- Go in the kitchen and wash dishes.

- GaribaIdi washing dishes ?

- Yes.

- I obey.

And you, the pump.

Room and board.

Money isn't necessary because

there are no distractions here.

OnIy Iife is spent.

And no amount can pay for it,

so it can be thrown away free.

You'll sIeep in the shack

behind the pump.

Put on the overalls

you will find hanging.

- Where is that hotsy FIorence ?

- Where she feeIs Iike it.

- She's probabIy getting screwed.

- That's her sh*t.

Pompadour, don't be so stuck up !

UgIy sIut, where are you ?

Come out, swine.

You're still here !

Why didn't you heIp me

this morning, damn you ?

Do you want to make me go crazy ?

You do it on purpose.

Say it, damn sIut !

- I know you do it on purpose.

- No. I thought it was earIier.

You scared me.

I thought you had run away.

I know you're an oId sIut

and will never change.

It's not your fauIt,

but I aIways think about it.

I have an obsession in my brain

which repeats,

''She Ieft, she Ieft, she Ieft.''

I am here. I won't Ieave you !

Thanks, thanks, thanks.

Give me some coffee.

No, so you'll Iearn to throw it.

Disgusting whore, I'll bust you open

if you don't give it to me.

I was kidding. You know I give in

to your shitty bIackmaiI.

Damn whore,

don't try to get smart.

You know I am tough even if I'm onIy

Who the f*** are you ?

Where the f*** do you come from ?

What the f*** do you want ?

I've aIways asked myseIf, too.

I hired him. He works at the pump

and GaribaIdi in the kitchen.

- GaribaIdi ? You're shitting me.

- Did you call me ?

They are content with food

and Iodging. I need heIp.

You don't need cock ?

With all the truck drivers

that pass by ? That's bullshit.

Ex convicts !

He's a foreigner, sureIy cIandestine.

I don't want probIems.

Throw them out.

I am of French origin,

but I have an EngIish passport.

- I am IegaI.

- French !

I've known a Iot Iike him capabIe

of shooting in their boss' back.

I don't want them.

Throw them out !

They wouIdn't hurt

an oId veteran Iike you.

My husband is a hero.

He went to every war possibIe.

A martyr and saint !

They'll put him on caIendars.

Those two are hired !

And I will fire them !

Let's go. Let us know

what you've decided.

- You're not firing anyone.

- What did you say ? Repeat that !

You're not firing them.

Are you surprised ?

Life offers surprises

worse than these.

- You know that well.

- Do as you wish. Keep them.

- They'll compIicate our Iife.

- Or improve it, darIing.

Put it away, in the nest with

the good IittIe brother.

- Are you bored ?

- Pretty much, thanks.

I'm sorry. There aren't

many distractions here,

so one has to take advantage

of the few there are.

I reaIize you don't know

what to call me.

''Mrs. FIorence'' is funny.

''Madam'', absoIuteIy not.

CaII me Fiorenza.

It's my reaI ItaIian name.

The foreigners here

are a minority.

It'II be a IittIe secret

among us exiIed.

I don't care about the name. Just so

I don't break your husband's balls.

- Nothing pIeases him.

- Damn whore.

- What Ianguage were you speaking ?

- Beduin.

- Why ?

- We met in CasabIanca.

Like Humphrey Bogart

and Ingrid Bergman. Romantic.

- Enough.

- TeII me.

I was 18 and was a showgirI

in the city's most eIegant nightcIub.

- I sang and danced.

- And him ?

He was a sergeant major

in the Foreign Legion.

Like Gary Cooper

in the fiIm ''Morocco''.

He came every evening

and devoured me with his eyes.

Erotic cannibaIism.

He sent me orchids

and offered Don Perignon.

Like Greta Garbo

in the fiIm ''Mata Hari''.

He managed to fascinate me,

bewitch me.

So I married him.

I was young and naive.

The dove in the cIaws of the kite.

- How Iong did it Iast ? One year ?

- What an optimist !

- One month !

- I wish !

- One week ?

- Less !

- One day ?

- Five or six hours.

He wanted me to spend our

wedding night with his coIoneI.

In exchange, he wouId have

been promoted to maresciallo.

A miIitary ruffian !

A ruffian in the desert,

a coIoniaI pimp !

- UnfortunateIy.

- Disgusting b*tch !

A bastard !

Watch out, kid. Benedetto Croce

said, ''A cock has no shouIders''.

By the way !

What is it ?

''The idiot who points to

a p*ssy with his finger,

Iooks at his finger instead

of p*ssy.'' Mao Tse-tung.

- How's it going with her ?

- How shouId it ?

You Iaid her !

I'd eat her if I were you.

She's ready to be served

on a pIatter !

You serve yourseIf.

I have other things to think about.

I enjoy having you at my tabIe.

I can see your faces better.

One aIways begins

with the division of cIasses.

Then the boss calls his empIoyees

at the tabIe

before the boss' wife

caIIs them to her bed.

Pass the beer, whore.

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