Lust aka Obscenity (Quando l'amore è oscenità)

Good evening, sir. Thank you.

Justine!

No, come on! Come here.

Come here!

This way. Come on!

This way. Come here.

No, sir, I'm not cold any more.

Your deceit hurt me, I still feel it...

But there isn't one reason why I should give up on you.

Look for it, out of respect for my dignity as a woman...

You don't have the right to be discouraged just because I stirred your imagination.

It's become an obsession for you. but if you really want me to respect you...

- Then give yourself to me. - Marco! What do you mean?

What are you trying to say? That you'd be capable of raping me?

That's what you're trying lo say, isn't it?

Don't you realise?

I'm old enough to know what's righl...

and I know exactly what I want from you.

To look at you, you seem like a gentleman...

but l'll tear out your desire with my teeth!

- You'll still be mine! - Nol

No!

Mireille!

Mireille, stop!

Help! Please stop!

- What's going on? - He's a brute, he's following me!

Come on, get in.

He saw us!

We're far away from him. He's almost out of sight.

Change route. Go that way.

- Turn! - You'll crash the car!

Tell me earlier!

- There he goes. - He's a thug!

He won't get far in that piece of junk. It's a good thing you found me.

- You know you've got a pretty face. - What are you doing?

I'm touching you. Come on, don't be like that.

Come on, don't push me away.

Have you seen an old Fiat with a baggage rack go past?

Yes, it was heading for the demolition yard.

Asshole!

I'm a real nice guy.

Are you biting me? That isn't polite.

So much for small talk!

I must get to you, Mireille!

I behaved like a scumbag. I want to apologise, to explain!

Come on, behave!

You're a feisty one!

I'm going to have you, bitch! You can count on it!

No, I don't want to!

I'm still going to have you.

Calm down, you idiot!

I don't want to!

Where are you going?

You did it with him, now it's my turn!

Look at her! Look at the bitch!

I don't want to!

Look... Look!

- Let go of me! - Stay still.

Fuck her! Fuck her!

I don't want to!

She wants you!

Mireille!

Watch out!

Be careful!

Marlon!

Marlon!

Stop!

Stop!

Marlon!

- What are you doing? - I got him.

Run!

Marlon!

Why?

Why did all this happen?

I ask you, why should we be subjected to this mental and physical abuse...

Because l'm sure that if you'd done it to me...

To answer your quesiion, it was clearly you who exercised violence against me...

Forcing me to accept the idea of this round table...

By threatening to reveal dark secrets to my family...

Which would have tarnished me, according to you, naturally.

I'm the one who induced her to force you to attend this meeting...

Lady Diana, Marlon the actor, and the others present here.

Mireille, they violated your dignity as a woman...

They invaded your personal space...

Robbing you of your basic right to be yourself in any given relationship.

I swear I never even touched her.

Violence isn't only doing something physically against another individual...

But it's also abusing the good faith of others to victimise them.

Leaving them with a feeling of rancour, of distrust.

Look, before I became a businessman...

I prided myself on being without fault.

Seeing the male with his bare chest. her sexual cravings came to the surface...

And she uncovered her breasts. So I intervened.

Cover your breasts and keep them safe because they're the evidence!

I'm arresting you for inciting libidinous thoughts in innocent minors...

In addition to which, I'm arresting you for obscenity!

Do you realise, Mr. Anselmo, what it means for a woman today...

To have to deal with the consequences of being accused of lewd acts and obscenity?

They're shameful crimes that debase a person's values...

And, for a young person...

This can create feelings of shame that are hard to recover from.

You weren't doing your duty...

In my opinion you were drowning an instinctive feeling of resentment...

For the desirability of the body of a woman you only looked upon as flesh.

Who you didn't have the courage to ask for a bit of love.

And your desire was stimulated by a form of mental masturbation...

That made you feel like both master and servant at the same time.

The accusation you're rallying against him is splendid...

But when Mireille came to you for guidance...

For the violence she had suffered, of which I was the cause, involuntarily...

What did you do?

Wifh the excuse of wanting to see proof of the abuse she had suffered...

I made her get into my bath, naked, then I got undressed as well.

Hold her the cold water would bring out the bruises so l could photograph them.

It was too late when she realised I was a frustrated sadist...

Perhaps even worse than those thugs who had raped her.

The purity nurtured in a breath, or a subdued closeness...

But for he, now, it's just a fading point in the distance...

We tore it from her.

Or the conscience of my crimes, at least.

Yes, this does you justice.

- Can you explain yourself more clearly? - It was a simple case of jealousy...

The guy I was chasing fell in love wiih her...

So, to get back at them, I tried to get them to hate each other.

I paid someone to do it.

But Mireille had seen them.

Herbert!

Then he heard Mireille, so he hid behind the blonde...

To make it look like they were arguing on the beach.

Die! Die!

Let go of her! Please!

Let go of her!

What is a game? Nothing.

But when our games are projected on others they end up creating fractures...

Where it's difficult to predict the outcome.

To exact revenge...

Luana used a woman who had been forced by men to do the most humiliating job...

Against another woman, whose feelings she hadn't taken into account.

Ii caused Mireille to be annoyed wiih her boyfriend...

And with good reason, my dear Luana...

Because don't forget that two youngsters in love...

Live in an ecstasy that takes them out of this world.

When a bee stings, it's over.

I don't see myself as a bee!

A monkey, perhaps, that's drowning under a metre of water!

He came to help me but he floundered and we both ended up swallowing water.

The beach was getting further away.

The fear! We were going i0 drown!

Then, when I felt his feei touch me...

I felt the curious desire to ride him! To laugh!

And I considered her an intruder!

But the contact with his skin excited me, unexpectedly.

The more I touched I him, the more I wasn't myself.

His skin drove me into an absurd frenzy.

And Mireille, too.

She was incredibly taken by that drunken moment.

But l'm not a normal woman...

And it wasn't in me to do what I did, or to rape anyone!

But you did it, and you were gambling with my body again...

A body I now hate, because I don't know who I am any more...

Or what I want? And my aspirations as a woman?

There's no need to turn it into a crisis...

Just try to understand the reason why respectable people...

Are such victims of their basic instincts that their desires become distorted...

Because we are talking about desire...

Into a spontaneous game of affinity.

Perhaps it was the resentment of our spent youth?

There are many reasons...

Man has encouraged women to behave seductively...

And this creates a conflict in men like Mr. Anselmi.

On the one hand, he likes a woman who's so welcoming, she tempts him...

On the other, he doesn't feel confident enough to bear the comparison...

So, to hide his weakness, he makes her less aggressive...

Making him feel like the master, and he believes it.

In reality, he's the victim of someone who knows what a woman's role is...

And he conjures up a variety of sensations in her mind that frustrate her...

And they unleash the worst violence in him...

When the circumstances favour it.

A woman's role, handed down over ihe years, is humiliating...

Just as the role of ihe man as master is humiliating.

In truth, the relationship between the sexes is part of the marvellous balance of nature.

And it is the law of nature.

So that every individual has the possibility io choose...

And to have second thoughts.

But man wanted to create his own laws...

And to impose them the punishment for sex was flagellation...

Which has always been identified with women.

This is how the victimisation of women began.

Being usually identified with sex...

They became a sacrificial element for satanic sects.

Where sado-masochistic perversions were unleashed in orgiastic black masses.

Each ritual performed in the shadows of deviant idols.

The sun that nourishes our totem...

Commands you, woman, to light your femininity...

For you are the fertile earth of our tribe.

And we can still talk about the systematic exploitation of a woman's body...

For squalid spectacles which excite the more perverted sensations.

Some drugs and the naive girls start feeling excited...

Perhaps also believing in a professionalism...

That is still only the prostitution of one's own body.