Seven Beauties (1975)

Giancarlo Giannini: Pasqualino Frafuso

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• Pasqualino Frafuso : [while looking out of his jail cell]  A rotten comedy, a lousy farce... called living.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : You know what I used to be called? Pasqualino Seven Beauties.

  Francesco : They did?

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Yes, because I'm ugly.

  Francesco : You look terrible, all right.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : But that was the point. In spite of my looks, I appeal to women. They loved me. People were amazed. They'd say, "It's unbelievable. He's repulsive." Others replied, "He must have the Seven Beauties." That's how it came to be my name.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : You'll never take Pasqualino Seven-Beauties! Never will you be able to take him alive!

  Policeman : [seizing him]  Stop bragging.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : So I'm wrong.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : You're a mother too. Isn't your daughter cold with her ass sticking out like that?

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I give him one month to straighten things up. One month! Our house mustn't be dishonored. You understand, idiot? Understand? Imagine the eldest becoming a whore. What will the others do? Become whores? He's got one month to marry you or I'll kill him. The word of Pasqualino Seven Beauties.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : If anyone fails to respect you, you just say you're my fiancée. Like this. Say you're engaged to Pasqualino Seven Beauties.

  Carolina : But I'm not your fiancée. It's false.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : At the moment. But in a few years things could happen. Never try to predict the weather or the future.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : Now, listen to me. Don't let anybody see your eyes. Look down. Or you may be taken for a cheap tart. And I'll beat the first one who misbehaves. Remember.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : My God. My God. Like sheep about to be slaughtered. It can't be. Francesco, I don't want to die. I can't accept that. I'm still young. I had a miserable life. I would like to have changed it, but I never managed to. I can't die like this. I just can't die like this.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : A drop of wine. Salute. Mmm. Good wine. Good. I'd like to be your guest. Your daughter has a great ass. But, I have to run.

• Francesco : In this war I've killed bastards I didn't even know.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : I killed before the war, but I had my reasons.

  Francesco : I kill like an idiot, for no reason.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : I did it for a woman. I killed for a woman. A woman.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : You're educated, but in the matter of women I'm way ahead of you.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I'm glad I confessed. I'm a man of honor.

  Lawyer : No, you're an asshole.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : Don Raffaele, how could I have known?

  Don Raffaele : A real man prepares a job with foresight. Or else anyone at all would be able to do it.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I'm asking you one big favor, one. If I'm to be killed, I ask to be killed by you, by the touch of your hand. I beg of you, touch me. And I'd be very glad if you killed me now. Touch me.

  The Prison Camp Commandant : You shit, Neapolitan.

• The Prison Camp Commandant : What exactly is your game, shit macaroni?

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Jesus. You speak Italian. Then I can talk to you. At last I can talk to you. Who are - who are you? An enchantress or a magician? Because you put a spell on me.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I think Il Duce is pretty great. To be truthful, he's given us roads. He's given so much, an entire empire. All the other countries are jealous of our leader. Listening to the man speak to us, that voice and those eyes, and his court found me completely insane. But our people are respected. They used to spit at us Italians. On the face? Remember? Besides, there were many strikes, riots, demonstrations. We used to be in a terrible condition. Thanks to him, there's been no disorder.

  Socialist : He is a marvel. You're right. There has been law and order, and he's done it by outlawing unions and strikes. The result is that salaries in 1919 were up and today people are making less than half, while the cost of living has increased 30 percent. You didn't know that, huh? This Mussolini, of whom everyone envies us. Do you know who envies us? The masters envy Mr. Mussolini. The Italians are a bunch of fools, listening to that bag of air on his balcony. Your Duce.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I'm in love. Love is a madness. It's a disease. When you're in love, you lose all perspective. I've gone crazy thinking of you.

• The Psychiatrist : Pasqualino, Italy is at war now and they'll be needing all the men they can get. They can't be fussy about anyone who volunteers, even if it's someone coming out of prison. Of course, this doesn't apply to mental patients. But if we run psychiatric tests to demonstrate you've made a complete recovery...

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Help me, Doctor. I want to go on living. That isn't asking so much. Help me. Help me.

  The Psychiatrist : I'll try my best for you. But I'm afraid this war will end in a terrible massacre.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : It couldn't be more terrible than in here. I'm ready to do anything to get out of here. I'm ready to do anything to live. Anything. I'm ready to do anything.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I've never seen a woman like you. I have to admit I'm crazy, but the reason I'm crazy is because - because I'm not convinced you are as you seem. Who are you really? I need to know who you are. Tell me the truth. No. No, of course you are not a witch or an enchantress. I'm convinced you're just a poor victim, yes. You're a victim because you're forced into - forced to kill - You kill out of a sense of duty. Not a witch at all. You are a victim, like we are. There is - There is a real female under that uniform. I imagine the rosy flesh, delicate and beautiful and soft to touch. It drives me out of my head. Yes, I've gone out of my head. To caress sainted flesh is something I dream about. Yes. Yes.

• Socialist : Political?

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Hatchet killer. Pasqualino Frafuso, the Monster of Naples. The act of an unbalanced mind. Twelve years.

  Socialist : You're lucky. They gave me 28 years and four months.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Twenty-eight? How did it come to that?

  Socialist : I simply thought. It's the most atrocious crime a citizen could commit.

• The Prison Camp Commandant : As head of barrack 23, you are to designate any six that you like to be eliminated at once. Yes. If not, I eliminate all men in that barrack. You are to choose any six. And the others may get something to eat, even survive. You pick six or you'll all be cremated. Understand? Finished. The choice is yours.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : You pig. You rotten, dirty pig.

  The Prison Camp Commandant : Now you're a butcher like the rest of us, filthy, subhuman Italian.

• Signora Frafuso : Look. Look at yourself, my son. You're beautiful. The war is ended. It's useless to think about these miseries. Pasqualino, you're alive. Alive!

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Yes, I'm alive.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : What's the world coming to? How the hell did the world ever get like this? And we let ourselves get killed this way. Nobody says anything. The Jews, who were supposed to be so smart. The brave Russians, who began the revolution. They're not rebelling. My rotten luck, ending up in tis shit pile.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : Damn! Who were they?

  Francesco : Maybe they are the Jews.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : That's impossible.

  Francesco : It's possible. And we're as guilty as they are. We're accomplices to those rotten shits.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : Why do you think that we're accomplices?

  Francesco : Because we didn't make a sound, didn't come out an spit in their faces. We could have, be we ran instead.

  Pasqualino Frafuso : That's crazy. How could we have? They'd have come after us and we'd be shot. Useless suicide.

  Francesco : No, it wouldn't have been useless because in the face of certain things you've got to say no, and instead I said yes to Mussolini, to duty, and to all that crap.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : I am a man of honr.

  Lawyer : No. You're an asshole.

• Pasqualino Frafuso : A rotten comedy, a lousy farce, called living.