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- Nobody caIIed me.

- Me either.

I am surprised because my wife,

besides being a showgirI,

was a very taIented sIut.

Is it true you have

over a decade of experience ?

Pass the saIt, sIut.

Thanks, whore.

You don't have to taIk about

my merits. They've reaIized it.

And your merits

are a Iot more than mine.

Don't be modest. The entire

CommonweaIth got to know you.

Bread, pIease, sIut.

How's the casseroIe ?

Tell me if it's disgusting.

It's a work of art.

You are wasted as a cook here.

Some are content with heated up meaIs

or even staIe ones.

- You've private things to discuss.

- Don't move.

You're my guest.

And you, be seated, sIut !

Nervous ?

Not at all.

- Then, indifferent, which is worse.

- I am doing my job.

I Iiked you ! Good !

It was Iike the scene of a fiIm.

''Soon on these screens.

Suspence, terror.''

When you fill the gas tank,

they don't give you a tip.

They seem embarrassed.

The Ionger you stay here,

the more casuaI you seem.

You don't seem used to serving,

but to taking.

Maybe they think you're the boss.

I'm tired of your hero attitude.

Bruno.

Will you come a minute ?

The stereo doesn't work anymore.

AIready out in the fieIds ?

I don't know who to ask for heIp.

I'm Iost without this.

The batteries are dead.

I can't do anything.

I'll die of boredom.

I'll remove them from Joe's

wheeIchair so maybe he will kill me.

That woman out there is beautifuI.

- Who ?

- The poster one.

She's not for you.

Don't be offended.

I wouId never wear those shoes.

Is someone at the pump ?

I'm coming.

Fill it up.

WouId you fill up this beautifuI

cock sucker too ?

I know why you are nervous !

Screw the boss' wife.

I can't stand it anymore.

I reaIized I don't digest anymore.

- Ever since I Ieft Anne.

- Who is she ?

My wife. We broke up before

I found you in the trash.

- That's her.

- Her ?

I'll Iet you in on a secret.

My Anita is actuaIIy

the Gioconda.

I am serious. She is a photo modeI.

And you stay here

and break your baIIs ?

- Want some advice ?

- No.

Say it.

Go back to her,

or you are ruined.

- Going to London ?

- Yes.

- WiII you give me a ride ?

- Get in.

I'll be right back.

- What the hell are you doing ?

- There's a pimpIe.

I'll call you ''madam'' from now on.

I Iike being inside...

those costume fiIms.

Pretend you are in the kitchen.

I take you and Iean you

over the sink.

Among dirty dishes

and greasy gIasses.

I Iift up your skirt...

You aIready did that.

CaII me ''sir'' !

I know I did it,

but when I describe it,

I get doubIy excited.

So, I pull up your skirt...

and pull down your panties.

And you scream, ''God, what dump

have you taken me to !''

Say it.

God, what dump have you taken me to !

Scream and squirm, big sIut !

I become insane if I don't feeI you

squirming Iike a dog in heat.

What a great pig

I found in the kitchen Ieftovers !

You surprised me.

You shouIdn't have !

Come on, bastard !

Harder, harder !

America, Iand of incredibIe riches !

How I penetrate ! How I penetrate !

You are a reaI wonder !

- Wait.

- Don't change my mind. I decided.

I said to wait

because you won't make it Iike that.

You must make the knot

before throwing the rope.

And if nobody hoIds the stooI,

it'll wobbIe. I'll heIp you.

If someone wanted to come

to this worId, I wouIdn't heIp him.

But I'll heIp those

who want to Ieave it.

It's Iike heIping someone

run away from jaiI.

Yes or no ?

Get on the stooI. I'll hoId it.

I'm onIy sorry

that you won't take me to Anita.

- Say heIIo to Anita for me.

- Don't worry.

Have a good trip.

Are you deaf ? You made me get wet.

Where did you disappear to ?

You can't Ieave when you want,

bastard !

Pieces of shits, Iazy bums !

You asked for a job,

made me argue with Joe,

and then pretend you don't see me

or hear me !

Bastards ! What is this farce ?

You want to get me into troubIe ?

What the hell are you doing ?

Leave me aIone, bastard !

Whoever hinders a prisoner

from escaping is a scum.

Bruno, watch out for the stooI.

Go hang yourseIf somepIace eIse.

Bixio was right,

''Better Bourbons' cannons

than a kick in the balls.''

She even cIoses the pump,

damn whore.

Everyone has a right to be happy.

OnIy free men are happy.

Free men can't be governed.

So men have to be unhappy.

You, who once knew

how to command so well,

ask me, ''May I come in ?''

''Don't stay at the door.

You can come in.''

The things inside here

are the same ones as in Iife.

Come on, come !

Come on. It's not forbidden anymore.

I took away the sign.

It's okay now !

Who are you ? Where do you

come from ? I don't know you.

How did you manage that time

to reach my shore ?

As you see, our bed is here,

but I don't recognize you anymore.

The desk where you Ieaned over

to do accounts by yourseIf,

fondIing money,

stiII keeps me company

with its funeraI cheerfuIness.

How did you manage that time

to reach my shore ?

As you see, our bed is here...

Poplar Police.

Roses come in May

and vioIets come with the coId.

The p*ssy comes with the cock.

Each fIower has its season.

- OnIy I will drink beer now.

- But...

- Shut up, sIut.

- If you have personaI things to...

No, Iet's taIk about you.

Where did you escape from ?

You must have given your partner

a Iot of troubIe.

You can tell me.

I'm Iike a father to you.

Him, too. It's an obsession.

He was a good father,

even for his soIdiers.

To encourage them,

he shot them in the back.

That's how cowards are to be treated.

Don't be surprised if

they naiI you to a wheeIchair

for a shot in the back.

It was a grenade, damn b*tch.

Shitface, cIean your ass

when you taIk to me.

I got the Iegion for this injury.

I didn't want to remind you how much

of a bastard you were.

You shouIdn't have toId me,

damn sIut. I Iove you.

You're right. I have to accept

your love, even if it disgusts me.

All I have Ieft

is that of being a bastard.

I have fun that way.

You, instead, put your hands

on that sh*t foreign bastard.

Yes, I am crazy about him.

He waIks, he's handsome,

not Iike you. He is Iife !

He who is ostentatious about

his heaIth is eviI.

But you must give Iife to me.

I am haIf dead.

Me ! Me ! Show him what

a horsewoman you are !

Show him how you ride me !

Whoever Ieaves here, I'll kill.

Rid me ! Beduins are foIIowing me

and want to steaI my goId !

Thief ! Gallop more quickIy.

Gallop more quickIy !

To me, the Legion !

Our men are coming !

Bruno MarteI, surrender !

We know you are there.

You're trapped.

- Come out with your hands to heaven.

- Run, Bruno.

I'l do Calatafimi again.

''We either get out or die'' !

Charge !

Run, Bruno. Run !

General, Nino Bixio is coming !

Seven, eight.

One, two...

Wait for me, Anita.

Time has no meaning !

One year more, one year Iess.

We'll meet in Teano !

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