The Flesh Page #5
- Year:
- 1991
- 90 min
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It wouldn't be easy because
I love him so much.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Did you sleep well?
Let me see your nails.
Now, have a bath, then
a good breakfast
and then off to school.
At 1pm, we'll pick you up
with a yellow minibus.
Such a shame you have to go.
We could've spent some time
strolling along.
One word more.. and I'll stay.
And get covered with kisses.
And me?
Stop!
This is our border.
We can't go beyond.
That's enough now.
Isn't Giovanna nice?
She's gone. So?
I see now that you haven't got
a grain of poetry.
is authorized?
Is this the Regional Coastline,
civic number 66?
Yes, sir.
May we come in?
Of course you can.
This house is open.
Open to everyone.
Even to officers of the law.
Very clever.
Are you Mellerio Paolo?
Yes, I am. Why?
You are Mellerio Paolo, aren't you?
And You ask us "why"?
You came here to get
witty with me?
We are here on investigation
at the request of your employer.
You've been absent from work
for 3 months and 5 days
without providing us
with any written evidence.
I don't need to justify myself.
I'm sick. A nervous
depression. Is that enough?
I need a rest period.
Do you know what is it?
Follow the procedure:
Medical certificate.
What procedure?
Chicken, wine, bread.
You are having a picnic?
- Yes.
- And the music as well.
Are you of legal age, miss?
She is of legal age.
She's my mistress.
There's one more thing.
Drop it.
Let him speak.
You wife called this morning.
What does my wife want?
She left you a message.
A message?
Yes, a message.
Here, her exact words:
Giovanni is dead.
He'd been looking for you
for months.
He called you. Cried.
He didn't eat at all.
He died on your sofa.
The one with flowers."
What do you mean?
It's not in the text.
Why did you let him die?
What had he done to you?
I would send you to prison
right away.
What the f*** are you
talking about?
I had no space to keep him.
I've always paid for food.
And she kept the money
to herself.
In summer, she would give him
the hospital leftovers.
I'll kill her!
Your private life is no
concern of ours.
I'll bring you bread and milk,
at least you'll eat that.
No, I don't want to eat!
He died because of me.
It wasn't your fault.
He was old.
He would have turned
Exactly. 7 by 15 makes 105.
He would have been like a
He would have been 105
but he died all alone.
Stop it. It's worse for you
Let's make love like
Giovanni used to do.
What was it like?
Poor dog.
I'm coming in!
Poor dog.
A disaster. 3 litres on the floor.
This is an ecological disaster.
Yuk!
Bye, I'm going out.
Where are you going?
You can't leave me alone here.
So, it was you
who unplugged the freezer.
Anyway, I'll be able to
recover it all.
And you aren't moving from here!
You should end up
like Count Ugolino.
If they cut you into pieces
The wind would pick them up
The spiders would
sew on your skin back on.
Take.
She needs affection just like me.
Where are you going?
I'm coming with you.
No, I want to go alone.
Sorry, but tell me at least
where you are going.
I mean, you will go back?
Why shouldn't I?
Faustino? I saw a stork.
I'm leaving tomorrow.
I'll come to say goodbye.
And God's pollen
The smile from God
while you were playing a gum leaf
Words of love
I tasted your lips
of a red, red honey
I said:
"Give me what you want
And I'll give you what I can."
I've decided to leave.
I saw a stork on the beach.
I'm going with her.
You're going with a stork?
Alright. Where to?
I don't know.
Wherever the stork goes.
You come across as good,
but you're an hyena.
Anyway, wherever I go,
it's there I must go.
Wherever you may go
I'll follow you
You can't.
Why should you come?
You are a liar.
You lied to me.
Little liar.
You told me you had never seen
a stork.
It's not true.
a stork.
You don't love them.
So, you don't love me either.
Sorry but are you a stork?
Mom.
We've been in this house
We eat, make love.
All of a sudden, she tells me:
"I'll take a walk along the beach"
She goes back and tells me
she met a stork. A stork!
She has to go with a stork.
How can I understand such
a bizarre behaviour?
It's all quite simple.
Quite simple.
I'm not a stork, mom.
I can't leave the ground.
I can't fly up. Yet, I try.
I do try.
Corpus Domini...
What about me?
Don Guiseppe, what about me?
Because of Paolo's communion
my husband beat me black and blue
and you are refusing
him the host.
Don't get angry, ma'am. A mysterious
force moved my hand away.
We did it.
Under daddy's nose.
We finally did it.
Under daddy's nose.
I'm here.
We have to say bye.
You can't go away
just like that.
True.
I won't leave just like that,
I like making love with you.
So, you aren't leaving?
I'm leaving...
let's make love.
How clumsy you are.
You're leaving but
we'll always stay together.
But I want to make love.
I can't live without you.
I want to make love.
Let me speak. Let me...
What are you doing?
You want to eat me?
Sorry.
Paolo is a bit extreme. I see
now why my hand slipped.
Francesca...
The flat studio offer
is still valid.
I give you the keys.
- Easy to remember.
- You're generous.
I'm staying here.
I'll take up painting.
My portraits?
Rather still life
or seascapes.
Let's say goodbye here. I don't
feel like getting emotional.
Are you sure you want to leave?
Yes.
You're throwing it in the air,
like that?
We've already said goodbye.
Francesca, come! Look!
Look at the stork.
She came to live with us.
Did you see, liar?
It's the one from yesterday.
She came to take me away.
You can stay too.
Don't you see you're a liar?
I'm not a liar.
I cut off your arm.
I used a very, very
noiseless saw.
You felt no pain.
So I didn't disturb your rest.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
you're such a bore, mom.
Be reasonable.
I wanted to eat her, but couldn't
do it without killing her first.
We have our limits. We are still
unable to make some miracles.
Not a piece of God.
I wanted to eat God whole.
I don't think I'll make it.
I'll get arrested before that.
Believe and you'll be eating.
Stork, I screwed you big time.
Actually, I have to thank you.
Without you
Why did you come?
You had never come before,
today you're here?
You made such a mess.
Francesca was happy.
She didn't need you.
It's all your fault, b*tches!
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