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by the recovery in Poland

of a large part of the equipment

erroneously exported

by Cinecitta studios.

Much merit for this goes

to the generous support

of Lt. Schultz, whom I urge

you all to include in our toast!

And you, Helmut?

Would you kill for honour?

What's honour?

Lieutenant, a German soldier who

doesn't know what honour is?

Something to do with the military?

And for love?

- Would you kill for love?

- Husbands kill lovers...

not the other way round!

Isn't that right?

Just as well!

Also, husbands are more

useful alive than dead.

True, Lieutenant?

From the way that slut was looking

at him, I knew she'd been in his bed.

I felt like I was dying of jealousy.

The idea that their affair might

still be going on, drove me crazy.

Aren't you feeling well?

Just a slight headache.

I have some pills

in my dressing room...

they're very effective.

Come with me.

Come on.

Let's go.

I'll come with you.

Tell your boss that I

appreciated his toast.

My compliments again.

The pills are on the table.

- Helmut?

-Yes?

Lock it again when you've finished.

Its a marvellous film, it'll be

the masterpiece of Scalera studios.

I didn't understand a thing.

The gnawing jealousy of a moment ago

had become a violent

sexual excitement.

- Are you jealous.

- To death...

of all the women who look at you.

- Even of Elsa?

- Yes, of course...why?

Maybe I should be the jealous one.

What do you mean?

I'll explain another day,

there's no time now.

Are you free on Sunday?

I think so.

We'll meet at 3 o'clock, at Nemo's

Do you know it?

The shop that changed its

name from Memo to Nemo.

That's the one...

-You'll be there?

- At all costs...

Kiss me again.

This time I have something

doubly exciting:

form and content.

If you say so...

Let's see.

What a strange place, I didn't

imagine it to be like this.

- Good afternoon

- Good afternoon

Shame it's empty... these days

they break everything.

Sit down.

I want you to look at these too.

When we leave here,

I might not have them any more.

Strong stuff...who is it?

What?

Don't you recognise it?

I'm surprised at you...

George Grosz!

How could I? Isn't he one of

the "degenerate school"?

Did you kill him, by any chance?

No, unfortunately, he escaped

to America..

lucky him!

I was upset...

the men and women in those

pictures were obscene...

but something about them excited me.

I had the idea that Helmut had drawn

me into a whirlpool of perversion.

They're marvellous!

Really marvellous...

That's why the man who did

them was persecuted!

15.000 liras for the lot.

You're a real scoundrel!

- That's a really Jewish price!

- Ex-Jewish, Lieutenant...

I changed my name and was

baptized a Christian.

You should be reported.

If you report me, who'll by your

watercolours next time?

All right...20,000

- But you're still a scoundrel!

- Just like you, Lieutenant...

Agreed!

2O,OO0 liras.

What will you do with it?

What will I do with it?

Simple.

I'll use it to get out of the war.

One day...two days...

a week...

There...

20,000 liras for a week

of desertion.

Lieutenant, if you want your money,

push me over to the safe.

For 20,000 liras I can afford to be

pushed by an officer of the 3rd Reich!

What did he mean?

Strong, handsome, perverse, filthy...

I liked him.

Till next time!

Shut the door behind you,

please!

Lieutenant, your briefcase!

Keep it, it's included in the price.

A memento of Dr. Goebbles,

as a gift from me.

Wait!

One day...two days...

a week...do what you want to me.

Against me. inside me...

You liked my watercolours, eh?

They seemed like your husband and

his friends with their women...

No, not me. I'm not like that.

I could only do that with you...

No, not you...of course not...

- But they excited you!

- Oh, yes.

Feel.

Yes, I can feel it.

I was at his mercy.

No one had ever touched me like that.

With the tip of his finger,

Helmut had made me his slave.

Take me here, now!

Go! Run!

Gino!

Gino!

Maria!

Get back!

Roundup!

Stay here.

Mama!

Come away!

What happened?

The war...

I wanted to bury my face

in Helmut's chest.

I didn't want to see,

hear, or think...

I just wanted to have him.

Suddenly it was clear that only

Helmut gave sense to my life.

The sense I'd never found before.

Come here, stupid!

The sky was grey but it wasn't cold.

Helmut insisted I went with him

to the beach by the hospital

on the Lido.

Can't you see it's raining?

What do I care about the rain?

We were alone with the sky, rain,

sand and sea...

I felt immensely free:

without rules, duties or shame...

What are you doing?

Who was that man?

- A doctor.

- Are you sick?

No, I'm fine.

What did he give you?

Money.

- And you?

- Vials.

- Of what?

Morphine:
removes pain,

brings oblivion.

Will you forget me too?

No, I'll never forget you.

I want to forget other things...

the rules, the uniform, the war...

I'd die if you forgot me.

Wait.

It's stopped raining.

The sun's come out.

Come on, let's take a dip.

I finally felt that Helmut

would be mine.

I wanted him with my whole

being...I wanted his body.

I wanted to feel him inside me.

Don't move!

Because it's never been bombed,

Venice is like a free port.

Thanks for Chanel n. 5...

Everything's on the black market.

Even morphine?

If you can pay. even morphine.

Cocaine too.

Who uses them?

Lots of people.

Maybe even people you know.

For example?

Actors...some actresses too...

especially cocaine.

Careful!

Good Lord!

We need more light...

Can't see a thing here.

My husband's lamp, maybe.

And how!

Carlo?

At your service!

May we use your lamp?

- Rosa needs more light

- Of course...

l'm off to the Giudecca.

Would you get it off my

husband's desk?

- You know where it is?

- At the end of the corridor.

Thank you.

I have an appointment at the

Scalera with Lt. Schultz...

A strange chap, that German...

Why?

Yesterday he told me about going

swimming in the rain at the Lido.

What's strange about that?

Nothing...but it was the proposal

he made.

What proposal?

The recovery of film rights

in Germany.

that we haven't collected in 2 years,

against a payment of 100,000 liras.

Who must you pay?

SS Lt. Helmut Schultz, obviously.

- How much are you owed?

-A couple of million.

An advantageous proposition...

There's no doubt about that...

but can I trust him?

Don't you?

Well...

The Lieutenant certainly

needs money...

and he's definitely unscrupulous...

He doesn't believe in the Fuhrer

any more, if he ever did...

He likes to live it up,

not play the hero.

I don't know,

What would you do?

I'd trust him...

Maybe you're right...

he needs us and we need him.

That's better.

Aren't my wife's feet beautiful?

And her thighs are even better.

The most beautiful in Venice.

I felt Carlo's eyes on the mark

Helmut's teeth had left.

Did he suspect something?

I wasn't scared...on the contrary,

I grew bolder.

I'm sorry, but duty calls.

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