At Last, at Last Page #3

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If only to have fun.

The lawyer is a gentleman, he wouldn't

do anything to hurt me, Giovannino.

I'd like to see that toad with a girl of his own.

Listen, Valentina! I've gone

a little overboard about all this.

I'm normally not like this.

This isn't like me.

Give me a moment!

You see how I got...

I became enflamed...

Sometimes I react to you like someone who

had a set of balls instead of a limp snake and...

But I swear, that's how

I feel and the rest be damned.

I don't know. Maybe its some

kind of complex, like Freud says.

Or I might need a technician,

or a doctor, or a plumber.

- But I do love you...

- You know that you love me.

I know, baby.

And I love you.

I adore you!

Don't let some buffoon ruin everything.

Then I promise I'll succeed...

Come here!

I'll make you forget that lawyer.

- What lawyer? I want you.

- And I want you...

But you promised, Giovannino...

Giovannino! Darling!

I blew it again.

Why am I cursed?

What kind of life is this?

- This is affliction is destroying me!

- Where you going, Giovannino?

Where should I go? Onto the terrace,

into the garden? I'm going to hell.

The fact is I have no more cases today...

It's so hot!

Tell me, where can we cool off?

Let's go to the bar.

Look here...

Hello!

Mrs. Lucia, Mrs. Valentina!

May we have the honor?

- Thanks, but I'm thirsty!

- Giovannino ... !

You two may do as you please...

- Excuse us, Mr. Lawyer!

- My pleasure, Mrs. Lucia!

I heard a rumor that you were

pursuing some young married woman.

I can tell when you're being diplomatic.

I would never do such a terrible thing.

So what have you been doing?

What I've done isn't important. What is

important is what people think I've done.

I know the truth. Giovannino is the

one to watch out for here in the village.

Is that true?

His nephew's wife, Valentina, is quite...

Do you follow me, Lawyer Caldura?

Look how he fathered all

those bastards in southern towns.

And I can tell you those rumors are no joke.

If they are true, no one could

blame Mrs. Valentina if tomorrow...

...or the day after tomorrow, would leave

her husband to seek happiness... elsewhere.

What's this...

Bravo, Uncle!

- In the morning she practices her gymnastics.

- Yes, yes!

It perks me up, too...

I've got to be off to the factory.

See you later.

- Yes, Uncle.

- Ciao! Be good.

- Who is it?

- Alain Delon!

I prefer you, Frederico!

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- Is there something you want?

- I'd like to give you a trim.

- Look here! Property of Moulin Rouge.

- What's that?

- My Red Mill in Paris!

- I understand.

But it's ten in the

morning and the Mill is closed.

We need a non-stop

program in heavy industry.

I want to go into your oven...

- You're in rare form this morning...

- I can't even think.

- That moron of a nephew Giovannino...

- By the way, people are saying that he...

I know what they say!

His wife has aviation gas for blood.

A woman who could set fire to

the city of Brianza while the idiot stands...

...with his dick in his hand instead of...

Perhaps I'm wrong, but you might do well

to teach your little nephew some working skills...

And the first would be learning to drill!

Bull hormones are infallible. Your

problem will be solved in less than 48 hours.

- Unless...

- Unless what?

Unless it's something else.

Sit down...

- What illnesses did you have when you were little?

- I don't remember.

I'll check you record.

So...

At seven you had broken a leg.

At 12 you fell from a tree.

At 15 you got hit in the head with a stone...

I know Doc, but you

must admit, I was a bit lucky.

You're right. It could have been worse.

Let's take a look at your chest.

Lie back!

Usually, the problem is internal.

Sit up!

Take a breath.

How does that feel?

- I feel a sensation of heat.

- Impossible! What heat?

It's just what I feel, and it's getting stronger.

Let me guess.

You're no longer feeling it now?

- You're right! I don't feel it.

- You're healthy as a horse.

That's how it is! Although being

a horse may not be healthy for me.

Give it time, we've just got started.

- Giovannino Arrighini!

- Present.

Come over here!

Tell me something!

These pictures of muscle men...

how do they effect you?

- They disgust me, Doc.

- You are saved!

Come on Camilla, don't tease me.

I helped your father, I helped this

Christian democracy ... what are you afraid of?

If the communists return they'll

subvert the workers, Don Emilio says.

What of the workers?

I'm a friend of labor, I've trained them.

- You are so fresh and beautiful...

- Mr. Frederico!

What is this,

some kind of emergency?

It's getting so you

can't talk politics any more...

- Where you are, Mr. Frederico?

- In the sh*t.

- Sorry!

- So what's the crisis?

It's a telegram from Mr. Gianfranco.

That's nice. You made it sound like

there was an earthquake. I'm coming.

- What did he say?

- He's coming this morning with his governess.

- The Lady Cartofen...

- Mrs. Valentina already opened it.

Perfect! Prepare a royal

lunch and the guest bedroom.

- Of course.

- Why not take Camilla to the house?

There will be a lot of people

and you'll need some help.

I suspect the kind of work she's cut

out for would help you more than me.

I like to work... not to be worked over.

Quickly, put that on the shelf.

Brigitte, this is a Sicilian specialty.

Sort of African-Italian.

- This is a gift from the lawyer Caldura.

- Thank you, Uncle Frederico!

- Care for a bite?

- No.

- These sweet marzipan cakes are aphrodisiacs.

- What are aphrodisiacs?

Aphrodisiacs make you crave a good

fleecing every week, then recover for two months.

- Gianfranco eats plenty of these when he's here.

- But I'm always a bit skeptical whether...

- Bravo...

- Have a banana.

- Oh! A banana...

- Brigitte eats a lot of bananas for her health.

Then eat all you like.

I've opened a bottle of 60 year old brandy...

Here's one for Giovannino.

- And one to help you work harder, Mr. Frederico.

- Bravo!

I'll show you my latest project later...

This brandy can wake the dead.

Gianfranco doesn't need it, he's always up.

But my nephew and his uncle will benefit...

By the way, Giovannino, you must

drink this, and try some of the cakes.

- For you, children.

- Thank you, Uncle!

You'll be okay, Giovannino.

As the proverb says:

brandy and cakes raise all skirts.

I proved it with my Gianfranco.

I tell you, brandy has an explosive effect.

Gianfranco, can you explain to

your wife how to eat that banana?

I know how to eat it, but I like to

have fun before I finish it. Don't you?

- Isn't that so, Gianfranco?

- Yes, everything she says is true.

And he likes to invent

new games, especially in bed.

That's why I married him.

What is it called in Italian - those

monkeys that make love continuously?

- I'll think about it...

- Mandrills!

Bravo ! That's it, mandrills.

Gianfranco is a regular mandrill...

I don't know you, but, well...

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