At Last, at Last Page #5

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How lovely your skin is!

It feels like velvet.

It feels like velvet...

It feels like velvet...

Oh... it is velvet.

- Mr. Frederico!

- Yes, Mrs. Lucia!

I must speak with you. It's urgent.

- It's about those rumors, isn't it?

- Yes, about those rumors.

Do we need to talk right

here at factory? Just a moment!

- Go and fill that with oil.

- Very well, Mr. Frederico!

Let's take a walk...

They must cut the rope, Mr. Frederico.

Things can't continue as they are.

I think this marriage must be annulled.

Arrighini won't accept an annulment. He

doesn't want to turn this tragedy into a scandal.

The scandal is yours,

but I've paid for the tragedy.

When you think that I gave the best parties.

The Mayor's son, several professors...

Just to mention a couple...

Those two together don't

add up to a quarter of my nephew.

I forgot the attorney Caldura,

who inherited a fortune...

He has the wealth of a prince.

A true aristocrat ...

Listen, Mrs. Lucia! Giovannino isn't a

prince or a lawyer, but he's an honest man.

Although when he's needed

in bed he's like a dead man?

Speak with your nephew, and keep in

mind that girl is like a flower... a real woman.

Yes! A real woman can make

you lose your head. Just as you said...

Do you know where he is?

Of course, he's staying at my house.

I see him every day...

Don't worry, Mrs. Lucia, I'll take care

of Giovannino, even if it costs me a fortune.

- I'll send him to Dr. Barnard.

- Why do that? He's a heart doctor.

He's a magician.

He can treat the male organ.

Let's move on, Mrs. Lucia.

This may upset you, and I repeat, the mafia

doesn't exist. But if it does, it has long hands.

There's no need to worry,

the Tribunal president is my friend.

Excuse me, I have urgent business!

- I need to speak with you, Mrs. Valentina.

- You're such a pest!

I know that I'm a pest, but

I followed you with great discretion.

- You have behaved quite badly.

- I need to talk to you. Give me an hour.

- You exaggerate, Lawyer Caldura.

- My exaggeration reflects the importance of the case.

- Please, Mrs. Valentina! I beg you!

- Very well, I'll give you half an hour.

Half an hour?

Alright. Climb in, Mrs. Valentina!

Quickly... get in!

Please, over here!

Watch out for the door!

So, let's go...

Why did you bring me here?

I thought getting out in a natural

setting may help us, Mrs. Valentina.

The trees, the lake... walking paths and a

gentle breeze. Who could ask for anything more?

At least that is my hope.

I don't believe you... and never expect to.

I'd be lying to say I

hadn't planned on deceiving you.

And you delude yourself in thinking

your continued insistance will work.

I'm not delusional!

All of life is an illusion.

- What... ?

- It's a more intimate this way...

- I love you, Mrs. Valentina. I love you...

- Please, Mr. Lawyer... !

I can't resist you, Mrs. Valentina...

- I want to leave...

- Where do you want to go?

- Don't touch me!

- How can I not touch you... ?

That is why I brought you here!

Don't touch me, or I'll scream!

Why are you so cynical and cruel?

I thought it was finally time...

You were wrong to think so, Mr. Lawyer.

- I see no one around, Mrs. Valentina.

- Then I'll get out of the car.

No, wait! We'll go...

We'll go, my friend!

Lawyer Caldura is a gentleman!

A gentleman discarded... and dying in despair.

The sun! Smell the country

air, feel the gentle breeze.

This was a good idea. I can feel all

my stress relieved by this peace and quiet.

That makes me happy. I thought

that getting out in nature would help.

It's true. I feel refreshed.

I feel like a new man.

Birds in the air, dew on the grass...

- Bees buzzing...

- A bee!?

Don't worry about the bees.

They've behaved themselves so far...

- You're sweet as honey...

- Kiss me, Giovannino!

Lie down...

This time...

I feel like a sinful Adam in an earthly paradise.

And I feel like the virgin Eve.

- Give me the apple, Eve!

- Yes...

Since we're playing Adam

and Eve, we had to have an apple.

- Naturally...

- So, are we going to commit this sin?

- Giovannino!

- What?

Look there! A serpent!

Of course, we were Adam and Eve with their

apple. All that was missing was the serpent.

Your German woman sings beautifully!

Yes, she took lessons from

Patty Brau, particularly the lyrics.

I don't understand anything she's saying.

- Who... your wife?

- No, Patty Brau!

I'm finished, Mr. Gianfranco.

Do you know you have a beautiful body?

Perhaps I should examine your eyes.

- They're fine.

- All of you is fine...

I know!

Everyone says that, even your wife.

Yes?

- Don't you know that I'm a virgin, Mr. Gianfranco?

- Well, now I'll just have to take your virginity.

- What if your wife comes down?

- I'll put her on the waiting list.

- I service an international clientele.

- No...

What, right here in the pantry?

Uncle Frederico! I'd have hurried,

if I'd known you were waiting.

Please! Ladies first.

Especially beautiful ladies.

Thank you! You're very kind.

What's that you're wearing?!

It's Arab sportswear.

From one Arafat to another.

Nice melons! Like we used to say:

you have to squeeze to see if they're ripe!

- Have you seen Gianfranco?

- Gianfranco, he's gone... !

And Camilla and Gabriella!

All gone! Do you need something?

Gianfranco always gives

me a massage after my bath.

You're in luck!

I once worked in Milan...

...and had a job massaging a German girl.

Then she got a moped and I never saw her again.

- May I give you massage?

- You'd do me?

Come on!

- Mamma mia, what a nice tool...

- What did you think, this was Giovannino's dick?

- Wait... I grabbed a salami.

- Okay... we see about that...

...the other players and Beckembauer,

except that he had an injury...

...otherwise he would have been a footballer.

Not so hard, Uncle Frederico!

Softly... gently.

- More softly and gently...

- Yes!

Yes... that's better.

Good...

- Is it good for you?

- Yes, it's good... so far!

The man with the velvet hands! You

know you feel better than Beckembauer?

Really?

What a figure!

Your body looks like a wavy line.

Now a little higher.

Do my breasts, Uncle!

This is more than a massage, Uncle.

I think you intend to mount me!

A joke is a joke,

but when it comes to sex...

...Uncle Frederico skips past the Maginot

Line and cuts through the Iron Curtain.

My torch burns for your body...

Come, girl! How do

the Arabs do it in these dresses?

What's going on in there?

Nothing! I was just looking for ingredients

to make an omelet. A French frittata.

What was that, an earthquake?

What's going on here?

Mr. Gianfranco wanted to teach

Camilla how to make a French frittata.

- That's right. Not very practical, but...

- But see that you like German frittatas, no?

- You know what I like about you, Gabriella?

- What?

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

Gianfranco, a frittata is just a frittata...

The eggs are always found at the bottom!

Even the German got it...

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