Double, The (1971)

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No!
What are you doing?

- Out!
- His name's Eddie!

You're a communist, right?

Nora!

Where are you?

Nora!

Although...

Cover yourself, at least.

I couldn't be any more covered!
With these big glasses!

Come on, Giovanni.
Let's go!

Move, you're blocking the sun!

Here, you look after it.

Why?
Does it irritate you?

No!

The temperature is unsightly,
even on one finger.

- Don't you find?
- No.

What is it now?

What are you thinking about?

Stop it!

You're tickling me!

Nora!

Let's have a look!

That's enough.
Come back.

Wait a minute.
What's the hurry?

Mao Tse-Tung...

Malcolm X.

He must be English or American.
Have you seen what he's reading?

He's probably a hippie!

- Are we going?
- No! Let me have a look!

Look!

He's American, I told you.
Look!

Who cares?
Come on, let's go.

American, Chinese, or German...

- I don't like loners.
- Listen, what if he's a poet?

- Or a painter?
- He can be whatever he likes...

- An idealist, a drug dealer...
- And what are you, then?

- What about me?
- Yes, what are you?

You chose this place,
you said, Africa, the desert...

- You wanted solitude.
- What solitude?

I was looking for somewhere different.

That's all.
Here or there, it's all the same to me.

You say it now, but you're the one who
insisted we come to Morocco.

You see?
Then you deny you're neurotic!

Go on, run!

Catch me!

You see, you're old!
You can't do it!

You can't keep up!

- I twisted it!
- Let me see.

I can't!
I'm sorry.

Right here?

Why? Here or there, didn't you
say it was all the same to you?

It all looks the same here.

- But it's absurd.
- What?

Look.

The sea is the colour of the sea,
the sky is the colour of the sky...

The sand is like sand...

It's the same everywhere!
How do we know we're in Africa?

There must be some difference.

Sure, it should be just like in
all the map books.

Africa's all pink,
Asia's all yellow...

Europe's all green.

Right.

Damn it.
I'm so thirsty.

- Then drink.
- But there's no water.

I forgot to fill it.

I get it.
And now you want me to...

I'm going.

Many thanks.

You really are a darling!

You know his name's Eddie.

Eddie Cannon.
He really is American.

His name's Eddie.
Eddie Cannon.

Come on, let's do it!

Come on, let's do it!

- Scared of having a baby?
- You're such a fool.

But that's how you make them!

- Right, but I'm taking the pill.
- But you were...

A virgin?
So what?

You take the pill before, not after.

I'll stuff you with children!
I'll give you the pills!

Look!

Try taking them now!
Go on!

Are you crazy? The coop is out there!
If the chickens eat them...

Giovanni.

What have I done wrong?
He was passing by, he asked for a light...

- And he said his name was Eddie.
- Don't you realise you're my wife?

You can't flirt with the first
person who passes!

- Do you understand that or not?
- If you get jealous again, I'll leave.

Who's jealous? I don't care if
they drool over you, or look at you!

But what really upsets me is
the way you draw their attention!

No, that isn't what upsets you...

The truth, my dear,
is that you're a possessive tyrant!

You want to stop me having fun,
being happy, being young, being alive!

If that's what you expect,
then I don't like playing the wife!

' No?
' No, sir!

- You don't like it?
- What are you going to do?

What I have to do to you
to make you feel like wife and a woman!

I'll give you so many children they'll
be coming out your ears, your mouth...

No, leave me alone.
I don't want to!

You talk and talk but it's just words.
Pointless, like your projects!

- What do you know?
- I know!

You spend your days designing things no
one will ever ask for, they're useless!

Filling your head with
all your theories and ideas!

It's all a game.
That's you, you're always playing!

Luckily, we've always got daddy's
cheque, otherwise we'd be on the street!

It's immoral, that's what it is!

You talk about morality?
You're constitutionally immoral!

You're the little girl who can't decide
between her husband and a series of lovers...

And whether to repeat her
third year at high school!

I've had enough of your boasts, your
air of superiority, your attacks!

What attacks? I'm just
teaching you to be careful.

Exactly! You want
to teach me everything!

I won't be treated like a child
by a failure like you!

If you really must know, I accepted you,
I chose you, because I wanted to help you!

Shut up!

I can say what I like!

What are you trying to do?
Seduce me?

What do you know about women?

You're a troublemaker,
that's what you are.

Someone who wets their head
and arms before diving in...

Who's scared of air currents!
Not like that American, Eddie!

- Will you stop?
- No, I won't!

You scratched me!

Do you want to know?
He's different! He's free, confident!

You're never sure of anything!

Not even yourself.
You're a presumptuous hypocrite!

- And neurotic!
- Who isn't?

There are even people who pretend to be,
but I haven't reached that level.

You know what you are?

You're jealous of anyone
who has something you're missing.

And that American has
something you don't have...

Charm!

Class!

Sympathy!

- We've got a body!
- Where?

On the beach!

- Who is it?
- A young guy, blonde, with a beard.

No, I'm all for liberty and pleasure but
I won't reduce myself to being homeless.

- Whiskey?
- No thanks.

Why don't you like it?

Think about it, no work,
no obligations, duties...

Make to love with whoever
you please.

One of the major goals is that we
can make love to whomever we please.

Anyone can be utilized erotically, without
taboos, hierarchies, relationships...

That kind of thing.
To not care about anything.

- Then what?
- Isn't that enough?

It's the only way to really be ourselves.
To clarify our relationship with society.

- And how?
- It's simple, abstinence.

To not participate,
not collaborate.

You're casting a vote against society.

- I get it, you're a communist intellectual.
- It's nothing to do with communism.

Let me speak.

And what do you do when
you're not young any more?

Without money, without a job...

Self-destruction.
If that's what you want, go ahead.

Naturally, everyone will self
destruct, if that's what you believe.

The total amount of self destructions will
be the general destruction of the system.

Perfect!
Now I get it, you're not a communist...

You're an anarchist.
That doesn't bother me.

Talking politics?
It's dangerous, and also very boring!

No, not politics.
We were talking about hippies.

Roger doesn't like them,
and I do.

- And you?
- No! You're kidding!

You?

It's only natural she
doesn't like them either.

She likes order, power, laws.

How boring!

Stop bothering me!

Warriors, rebels, protesters.
They're troublemakers!

What do they want?
And you?

What do you want?

Please excuse me.

Where's Lucia?

I don't know.
I...

- What are you doing in the dark?
- Where have you been?

And you?
Did that siren ditch you?

I saw how you were looking at her.
Be honest, you wanted her.

- A bit like you and that fascist Roger.
- Stop being such a rebel!

You and Roger get on great,
you're identical!

Sorry...
Look.

- Who is it?
- My mother, she's coming to visit.

- When? Did you invite her?
- No, you know what she's like!

She's always travelling around.
She'll get bored and she'll go.

- Don't worry, she won't stay long.
- Then why's she coming?

She's coming to visit her daughter!
She's allowed, isn't she?

You're not jealous of my
mother, are you?

Giovanni, look!

There she is!

You're looking good, Nora.

Good morning.
I'm Lucia's mother.

- Good morning.
- May I?

Yes, of course!
I was having a shower.

Please, have a seat.

- It's all very picturesque.
- You think so?

Lucia has told me very little
about your profession...

You know how she is.

She told me you're an architect,
or urban planner, I didn't quite get it.

But the only project of yours that I'm
aware of concerns the future.

Well, I graduated in architecture.

- That's all.
- Interesting.

But you're being too modest.

- Are you messing with me?
- I wasn't talking about your degree.

I was referring to what I'm
looking at in here, is it yours?

Yes, part of it.
Let's say the structure is mine...

I enjoy designing cities of the future.
But they're only dreams.

You mean you don't believe in your work,
or you don't believe in the future?

- You choose.
- That's hardly encouraging.

Because you want to marry
Lucia, don't you?

God!
I've committed a faux pas!

Come on, it's okay.
At least tell me where I can sit down?

Yes, of course.

Sit over here.

Have you got a light?

I assume it belongs to Lucia.

- What?
- That stuff you've got hidden there.

You can't imagine how untidy she is!
You've only just met her.

The more I think about it,
it's Lucia who wants to marry you...

So it's quite possible you still
don't know anything.

No, but Lucia said that?
That she wants to marry me?

She seems decided, but I warn you
nothing's ever definite with her.

But you, architect, do you know what
you're up against if you do marry her?

No...
But I'm finding out now.

May I ask you a question?

How do you plan on supporting a girl
who isn't even twenty, uninhibited...

Who's always gotten what she wanted?

She won't ask for money,
thank her father for that.

- You're divorced, right?
- Yes, but that has nothing to do with it.

Not to mention the expensive schooling,
exotic vacations, clothes, trips...

Everything!

I get it, you're here to
terrorise me psychologically.

- But it's the truth.
- Then it's my turn to be honest...

I'm also a rich kid.

Yes, I live off daddy's cheque.

We own a brick factory and my brother
runs a construction firm, while I...

Then this studio and your work
don't bring in any money?

The only thing I've built since
I graduated is a small house for a friend...

And a stand at the Bari fair.
And I wasn't even paid!

This hasn't been a professional
studio for quite a while...

It's my sanctuary of creative idleness,
or a pied-a-terre, whichever you prefer.

Disappointed?

- Will your father's cheque be enough?
- I think so...

Provided I become the next
Gropius, Le Corbusier, or Wright.

Would you like to know
the exact amount?

I trust you.

It's been a gruelling morning.
But I like you.

Wait.

First we must toast to this vile
human meat market.

- You don't look like your mother at all.
- I do everything not to!

Why?

I'd only end up being a poor copy.
When I was 14 I decided to be different.

- Don't talk nonsense.
- It's the truth.

And you?
What do you think?

I think Lucia's right.

You should never resemble your parents.

Thank you, darling.

It's acceptable in certain cases,
like examples...

But never as models.

Then all that remains for me
to do is drown.

The poor mother-in-law has decided
to eliminate herself!

Wait!

Have you gone mad?

Let me introduce you to my friends.

You know Eddie's American.

- And he's a hippie!
- Really?

How beautiful!
Did you make it?

Can he make me one?
I like it!

Show me what you caught!

Is that it?

It's so small.
Poor little fish!

Eddie, would you like to ride with me?

You leave the key and go into the forest,
further ahead there's a cave, what do you do?

No, I'm going in.
I'm very curious!

You have to think about it.
It's a psychological test.

Precisely, I'm answering you
following my instincts.

It's true, Roger has always
been very curious.

I can assure of you that.

And you, Giovanni.
What's your reply?

He wouldn't want any part of it!

He's a pessimist, a dissident,
all he sees is black!

Right, I'm like a child.

Ask me about a forest and it's
straight out of Red Riding Hood.

And the path?
Is there one or not?

No, he doesn't see paths.

Yes, it's there,
but there's a wolf waiting in ambush.

Look at what we found on the beach.

- Who's got a drink for me?
- What are they? Serpent's eggs?

No, seagull eggs.

- Where did you find them?
- In the sand, evidently.

The seagulls here make their nests
on extremely deserted beaches.

I've never seen them before! They
look like chicken eggs with freckles!

Eddie, would you care to dance?

- Come on.
- With pleasure.

You've never seen seagull eggs before?

Eddie, let's go!

I'm telling you, your mother!

What are you doing?
Are you dancing with me or her?

Both of you.

She wanted a glass of water.

I'm going to sleep as well.
Goodnight.

I'll come with you.

But you must be tired as well.

As you wish.

Lucia seems happy.
She's enjoying herself.

You make a good couple.

Your friends as well,
they're nice.

Youth is contagious,
I'm starting to feel it myself.

Then it disappears when you get back to
the city, the calls, the appointments.

I'm glad you're thinking
about cities of the future...

The way they are now,
they suffocate you.

You die there.

I like everything here.
Even the flowers, usually I hate them...

They're almost always fake.
What do you think?

In any case, the only way to survive
is to keep moving, meet people...

That's when you feel free.
Less alone.

I love travelling.
My commitment is my hobby!

That's right, dear...

I'm a woman who's committed to
meeting people and nice things.

Pleasantly, and no fuss!

Do you find me fatuous?
Yes, I am!

But I'm very good at it!

I'm tired, Giovanni.
Leave me alone.

Goodnight.

- Have you gone mad?
- No, I love you!

You'll ruin everything!
Let go of me!

- Think about Lucia!
- I don't care!

Out.

Go away.

I'm leaving.

- What did you say?
- I said I'm leaving, I leave in an hour.

Listen, darling, have you
seen the oysters?

I'll take you.

There's no need.
Eddie's coming with me.

I found them!

Where is he?

Tell me.

Where is he?

Want it?

I want to go back to Rome.

Excuse me.

Where are you, Nora?

Let me finish this game
and I'll be with you.

The number you have dialed doesn't exist
please call 112 for further assistance.

Architect.
Your brother is waiting for you.

Thank you.

Listen, we'll see in May.
For now, I'm closing...

It's not worth continuing.

Do you have any idea what
it's like? It's frightening!

Enough, I'm selling up
and going to Cortina.

You can take care of the
construction sites.

Just keep an eye on them.

Aren't you an architect?
Don't you forget that!

Anyway, don't worry, we've
got a good foreman down there.

Then you'll get in contact with
engineer Corleone.

We're not going to make any
more money out of this business.

The taxes are too high.
Strikes are the order of the day...

The creditors!
Forget about them.

It's a good thing we have
our investments, otherwise...

What about the staff?
Will you send them to Cortina as well?

They'd like that, then they could
try wrestling with us down there!

Got a cigarette?

Besides, what can I do?
We're not a charity!

- They do little enough as it is.
- And they're right to.

What are you talking about? You're
not there on construction sites..

You take your share, and...
You like the money.

- Well I sweat for my money.
- You only sweat playing tennis.

And badly, at that.

So you came here to argue?
Listen...

Why don't you come to the site,
you can see for yourself.

We're in trouble, and if I go down,
you'll come out of it worse than me!

It's about time.
Where have you been?

No, leave it.
I'll get it.

Hello?
Yes?

It's you.
Yes, hello.

Yes, my Lucia is here.
Efficient, as always.

Yes, I'll pass her over.
It's for you, dear.

Idiot!

I'm here!
Yes, I'm ready.

Sure! What did we say?
It took me an hour!

Okay.
You'll pick me up?

- Where are you going dressed like that?
- To a funeral.

A cannibalistic party.
It will be fun.

With that group of imbeciles?
I'm guessing it's at Giorgio's.

- You're not coming?
- To that sewer? No thanks!

Listen...
Yes, the sewer...

We were outside the sewer but you
were in a hurry to return to Rome...

And now you're also being difficult.

I think Giorgio's great!

Remember, I'm not just a decoration.
One minute here, one minute there...

That you can move around how
and when you please!

You should be happy.
This way your holidays are varied.

No, you go.
I'll stay here, I'm busy!

- You're busy?
- Yes, on site, my brother needs me.

- Don't make me laugh!
- Cut it out! And wash your face.

I wouldn't dream of it! It's my
face, I like it and so do my friends!

I don't doubt it.
You have the same tastes...

The same comic book culture!

You're a group of conformists
disguised as hippies!

But with money in your pocket!

Well it's still better than playing with
plastic models at 30 years of age...

Playing the armchair communist,
just waiting for money to pour in...

Challenging the system,
and living inside it like a shark...

- Exploiting it!
- Enough!

No, I want to talk...

You're a troublemaker,
you have the mind of an old man...

You're old, you know!
You're finished!

Hello?

I'd like some information
about a number...



Yes, I'll wait.

Hello?

Yes... Dozati.

Yes, Nora Dozati.

She didn't leave any messages?

She's away.

I understand.

Listen...

Do you know when she'll be back?

Okay.

Thank you.

- What did you say this city was called?
- Tarudant.

With a T at the end?
I'll have to write it down!

- Who lives in those tents?
- Are there still nomads here?

Not around here!
We're the old nomads...

- Or rather, Eddie.
- Yes, Eddie's a real nomad.

- Me? I don't think so.
- But you've crossed all of Europe!

Yes, but my journey is about to finish.

- Real nomads never stop.
- You're going back to America?

I don't know.
I still haven't decided.

- It depends.
- Scared they'll send you to Vietnam?

- I don't think Eddie's afraid to fight.
- A stork!

- Where?
- Up there, can't you see it?

I've seen a stork!
Is that good luck or bad luck?

They bring babies!

These walls are never ending!

- Yes, love.
- What is it for you, Lucia?

- Freedom, perhaps?
- For me it's doing it!

And for you, Eddie?

- What is it?
- A poet, Alan Ginsberg.

And what does it mean?

The warm bodies shine
together in the darkness...

The hand moves to the
centre of the flesh...

The skin trembles in happiness...

And the soul comes joyful to the eye.

Yes, that's what I wanted,
I always wanted...

I always wanted to return
to the body I was born.

He had such a stupid expression!
Where were you?

And the others?

Come with me.
I want to show you something.

I like serpents.

Will you take a photo of
us together?

Yes, that's what I wanted,
I always wanted...

I always wanted to return
to the body I was born.

During the day we only need
ten workers down here...

And one at night to keep it burning.

I'm reducing the rest to
the bare minimum.

You won't have to do anything!

Just keep an eye on the accountant,
I don't trust him very much.

Check up on him every now and then.

If you take care of the sites for a while
we can get on top of the orders.

You're an architect, are we
going to start using this degree?

You just need to watch over things.

Dad is getting old...

He can't keep up with the orders,
the staff, this whole shack!

He deserves a rest at his age.

You see the situation we're in?

Otherwise we'll have to close.

Are you listening to me?

- Yes.
- Well, do you agree or not?

Sorry, we'll talk about it
another time, I have to go.

No, you have to decide, or I'm going
alone and you won't get a thing!

- Sorry!
- Look at what you've done!

Sorry?
Go to hell!

You know all the geraniums are burnt.

I'm sure it was the neighbor’s cat,
Its claws are lethal!

- Like a toad.
- Toad?

You think there are toads?

It's possible, being so
close to the countryside.

Why don't you check the bed?

Toads adore fresh linen.

You're still upset with me, aren't you?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to
upset you, I was just angry.

I'm sure you'll be a great
architect, you'll see.

No, you're right.
I'm a failure.

No, don't say that.

Will you move, please.

I'm sorry.

But these things happen.

Besides, I feel tired.

Depressed.

Who is it?

Pardon?

Cannon?

Eddie!

Then it was you the other day!
Are you in Rome?

Where?

Tell me, I'll come and get you.
We'll have breakfast together.

You can't.
Why?

You're leaving!

Then I'll take you.
Two hours will be enough.

Why?

Then who's taking you?

I didn't know you had other
friends in Rome.

Listen...

Yes, thank you, I'll tell Lucia.

Listen...

Nora...

Is she with you?

Hello?

Eddie?

Nora!

Nora, say something.

Nora, where are you?

What do you want?
Who are you?

I'm Mrs. Dozati's son-in-law.

- What happened?
- Wait a minute.

Visiting at this hour?
You're quite the early riser!

No, not usually.
But I came to see Nora.

She was going on a trip with my wife.
Her daughter.

Lady Dozati's daughter.

But you and your wife,
don't you know she's gone away?

Yes, of course, but we've just
come back from the coast...

Excuse me.

Yes?

I understand.
Are you at headquarters?

Okay, I'll call you back.

Inspector, will you tell me
what's happened?

Has something happened to
my mother-in-law?

- Perhaps she came back and...
- No, she's not involved.

Unless something really has
happened to her.

What are you talking about?

Do you know who he is?

Come.

Do you know him?

Where is he?

Please!
Where is he?

Tell me, where have you hidden him?

Never seen him before.
Why?

Then you don't know what relationship
he may have with your mother-in-law?

No, I wouldn't know.

Do you think...

I'm starting to think this is
all an invention in his sick mind.

And you didn't know your mother-in-law had
rented this place out during her absence?

- No, I didn't know.
- That's very strange...

Because he's someone important,
in the public eye...

I imagine you've heard of
professor Bergamo?

Yes, perhaps...
The name.

He teaches in universities, holds conferences
around the world, he's an ethnologist

- They say he's a genius.
- Yes, but...

- He's also on file.
- What have you got against gays?

We can't put everyone in
jail because you don't like them!

- No, but he's...
- Him!

If only they were all like him!

Nothing against minors,
nothing against the law.

You know what I think?

He took a nasty turn, and came down to
the station to tell us a pack of lies.

Anyone else and I'd lock them up
for simulating a crime...

But him?
Can you imagine the scandal?

What has he done?
What did he say?

Nothing...

Listen, we'll call if we need you.

Take down his details.

For now, leave this down to us.

But how?

In that case...

In that case it was all for nothing.

Yes.

God, what an idiot!

I didn't know you were home!

- She isn't back?
- No, she had to go to the airport.

- Why?
- She went to get her mother.

Didn't you know?

- You're here as well!
- Hello, Giovanni.

Let's go.

I was bored in Paris.
It was raining, it was cold, I was sad...

So I came back.

Listen, I...

So we came straight back to Rome,
two days after you left with Eddie.

Eddie?
Right!

My god, I hope he left
the keys in the drawer...

Otherwise I'll have to call the
fire brigade to get in!

- You took him home with you?
- I let him stay there while I was away.

Poor kid, he's so gentle,
so defenseless.

- It seems someone was stalking him.
- No?

Yes, it's quite a strange story...

Some guy, a professor he
met when he arrived in Rome...

He was following him everywhere...

And he didn't know how to get rid of him.

There was something going on
between them.

Eddie is g*y?

It's unbelievable!

I noticed straight away...

And I think the kid had a
soft spot for your Giovanni.

Really?
And Giovanni was jealous of me!

Right, Giovanni?

So I wanted to help him.
But you know what his sort are like...

Tidy, orderly,
Better than us women!

- Are you staying with us?
- Of course, where else?

What's got into you?

Put the car in the garage.
I'll send Teresa to get the luggage.

I can't fight it any more.

Help me.

Where have you hidden him?

You know where he is.

Tell me.

Tell me where Eddie is?
I k*lled him!

He was mine.
He belonged to me!

He was mine.

- What's going on?
- I heard g*nf*re.

He's getting away!

Look, he's covered in blood.

He's dead!