Last Tango in Paris Page #4

in common.

I know everything.

Rose often told me about you.

I dont think there are

many such marriages.

Its strange.

Im thirsty.

- A sip of bourbon?

- Wait.

Heres the "bourbon. "

Another present from Rose?

I dont like it,

but Rose always wanted it around.

Ive often wondered...

if by these details...

by certain unimportant things...

one can explain...

understand together.

Together?

For almost a year Rose and I,

without passion...

but regularly-

I thought I knew her

as one can know-

Ones mistress.

For example,

a while ago something happened...

I couldnt explain.

Look there on the wall.

She climbed up on the wall...

and tried to tear off the paper

with her hands.

I stopped her.

She was ruining her nails.

She did it with a strange...

violence.

I had never seen her like that.

Our room is painted white.

She wanted it different

from the others...

so it would seem like...

a normal house.

She wanted to change in here too...

and shed begun with the walls.

A fever blister.

Sh*t.

You were lucky enough to-

to be-

You must have been a good man...

Not as much as you.

You have all your hair.

I have to cut it often

and wash it.

I wash my hair often.

Do you have massages?

Youre in good shape.

What do you do for the belly?

Thats my problem.

Here.

- I have a secret.

- What?

Thinking of leaving?

The suitcase.

America.

Why did she betray you with me?

You dont think Rose

killed herself?

Its difficult for me, too,

to believe it.

Heres my secret.

Thirty times every morning.

Really, Marcello...

I wonder what she ever saw in you.

Are you here?

Nobody here?

Hi, monster.

Something wrong?

- Theres some butter in the kitchen.

- So you`rre here.

- Why didnt you answer?

- Go get the butter.

I have a cab downstairs waiting.

Go get the butter.

It makes me crazy...

that youre so damn sure

that I`dd come back here.

What do you think?

That an American

on the floor in an empty house...

eating cheese and drinking water

is interesting?

Whats under here?

An empty space.

Can you hear it?

- Its hollow.

- Yeah. That`ss a hiding place.

- Dont open it.

- Why not?

I dont know.

Don`tt open it.

What about that?

Can I open that?

Wait a minute.

Maybe theres jewels in it.

Maybe theres gold.

- You afraid?

- No.

No?

Youre always afraid.

No, but maybe there is

some family secrets inside.

Family secrets?

Ill tell you about

family secrets.

What are you doing here?

Im gonna tell you about the family.

A holy institution...

meant to breed virtue

in savages.

I want you to

repeat it after me.

Repeat it. Say it.

A holy family...

Go on, say it.

Go on. Holy family.

Church of good citizens.

Church...

Of good citizens.

Say it. Say it.

The children are tortured

until they tell their first lie.

The children...

are tortured...

Where the world is broken

by repression.

Where freedom...

is assassinated-

Where freedom is assassinated

by egotism.

Family.

You...

You...

f***ing-

You f***ing...

family.

You f***ing family.

Oh, God.

Jesus.

Sh*t!

Hey, you.

Yes, you.

Ive got a surprise for you.

- What?

- Ive got a surprise for you.

Thats good.

I like surprises.

What is it?

Music.

But I dont know how to work it.

Did you enjoy that?

Know why I sent everyone away?

Because you want to be

alone with me.

And why?

Because you have something

important to tell me.

Its something very important.

Happy or sad?

Its a secret.

Then its happy.

What kind of secret?

A secret between a man...

and a woman.

Dirt or love?

Love.

And its not everything.

A love secret that isnt everything?

What is it?

That in a week

Im marrying you.

What?

Im marrying you!

- Im marrying you!

- Marrying me?

- Lets get married?

- Yes. Let`ss get married!

- Shall we marry or not?

- Yes, lets get married.

Yes or no?

Send everything to the country.

What do you think,Jeanne?

Olympia will be happy.

I went with Tom.

Hes preparing a family museum.

Papas boots, no.

Ill keep them.

They give me strange shivers.

These military things

never get old.

How heavy it was

when Papa taught me to shoot.

Ill keep that.

Its a good idea

to have a weapon in the house.

- But if you dont know how to use it?

- It`ss enough to have it.

It frightens.

You saved everything of Papas.

This was his orderly.

A fine example of a Berber.

A strong race,

but as servants- disastrous.

Send everything to the country.

Enough accumulating.

Dont worry.

Soon you`lll have lots of space.

Whats that mean?

Nothing.

Madame, the colonels lady,

announces...

What?

that in these solemn days...

What solemn days?

Im getting married in a week.

What did you say?

To Tom! In a week!

- What?

- Tom!

- In one week!

- What are you doing in a week?

Rolling.

Five... two.

Come forward.

Start shooting.

Yes, yes, we are coming.

Wait. Push your arm.

How do you see marriage?

- The marriage?

- Yes.

I see it everywhere.

Always.

Everywhere?

On walls, on housefronts.

Yes, on posters.

What do the posters say?

They talk about cars...

canned meat, cigarettes.

No, the subject is

the young couple...

before marriage,

without children.

Then, after the marriage,

with the children.

Marriage, in short.

The ideal, successful marriage...

isnt anymore the old style,

in church...

with a depressed

and a complaining wife.

Today, the advertising marriage

is smiling.

Smiling?

In the posters.

But why not take

the poster marriage seriously?

Marriage.

The pop marriage.

Pop.

Theres the formula.

For pop youth, pop marriage.

And if it doesnt work?

Fix it like a car.

The couple are two workmen

in overalls...

repairing a motor.

And in case of adultery,

what happens?

Instead of two workmen,

there are three or four.

And love?

Is love pop too?

No.

Love is not pop.

If it is not pop,

what is it?

The workmen

go to a secret place.

They take off their overalls,

becoming men and women again...

and make love.

Youre superb!

Its the dress

that makes the bride.

Youre better

than Rita Hayworth...

than Joan Crawford...

Kim Novak...

Lauren Bacall...

Ava Gardner

when she loved Mickey Rooney!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Why dont you film with the rain?

You are crazy!

- Wheres Jeanne?

- She ran out.

Whered she go in this rain?

Pardon me!

Forgive me!

I wanted to leave you.

I could not.

I wanted to leave you,

and I couldnt.

I cant.

I cant leave you.

Understand?

Do you still want me?

Bang.

Oh, there once was a man

And he had an old sow

You know, youre wet.

A rat.

Its only a rat.

Theres more rats in Paris

than people.

- I want to go!

- Wait. Wait.

Dont you want a bite first?

You don`tt want to run and eat.

This is the end!

No, this is the end.

But I like to start with the head.

Thats the best part.

Are you sure you wont have any?

Okay.

- Whats the matter? You don`tt dig rat?

- I want to go!

I cant make love in this bed anymore.

I can`tt.

Its disgusting. Nauseating.

Well, well f*** on the radiator

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