Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.
ROME 1988
This evening, your eyes will witness a vision of heaven.
So, let's begin.
You. What do you like doing to your woman?
Taking her from behind and imagining she's you.
And then, I see her red and blue checkered slippers on her feet, and…
my boner goes away.
We give them more than sex, Rocco.
We give them desire.
The freedom to desire.
-That's what we sell. -And… you.
What's your wildest desire?
Making love with Moana.
That's why no one can sleep with my girls off the set.
-Not even you. -Yeah, okay, Ricky, I promise. Okay?
Because the moment they become human, we all stop dreaming.
In those years, we were part of a free and unlimited passion.
What we were selling was so powerful that the Church, the authorities,
and the state were all against us.
It's a dream, Rocco. A sacrificial rite, a climax.
A revolution.
Moana! Moana!
-You'd be great in a number like this! -Me?
But there was nothing in Riccardo's idea that was anything like me.
-Thank you. -You're welcome, honey.
Well? Do you see houses like this in Ortona?
I'm tired, darling.
-I can't walk up all these stairs. -Hey, come here.
We'll go ever so slowly, honey.
-But… we have to go up. -Hold on.
Because this city belongs to us… the world, the skies…
She's a diva, you animal!
She's a diva!
She's a diva! She's a diva!
-What did I tell you? -Calm down.
Don't touch the divas off the set.
-It was her. -Go on!
-Yeah, come on. -Malù! Wait for me, girls!
Wonderful party.
I love Franco.
He's a pioneer.
He's the only man in the Coccodè Girls in Arbore's show.
Hm.
-Is he a faggot? -Rocco…
He can be whatever he wants. He is fearless.
-Alright, alright. -Okay?
-Well done! -Well done! Incredible!
-Riccardo, over here. -Come.
You're meeting Nicola, the editor of Supersex.
-Ah. Rocco, -How are you?
-Nicola.
Riccardo.
Riccardo!
Siffredi.
I'm a huge fan of Supersex.
You don't know how much it hurts me that we're ending Supersex.
Since whenever I see you, I'm reminded of the same thing.
What's that?
I should've killed off Gabriel,
made the alien consume him too.
Then the new Supersex would've been reborn. Rocco Siffredi.
Don't you agree, Ricky? Eh?
He would've been perfect.
It's a shame that print media has run its course.
Nicola.
Do you like Rocco over me?
-No, no, Gabriel. -Really?
-Hey… -Yeah, whatever! This lowlife, Supersex?
-No. -You dress terribly.
Gabriel, it's Rocco.
I know who he is! I created him in Paris, and he's betrayed me now.
-Oh no, Gabriel. -That's the truth! Why?
-It's… It's done. -I am Supersex.
Not you.
-Riccardo, let me… let me get this right. -Hm.
You're saying that people go to see this person, dressed as a female.
-Of course. He's a great artist. -Are you Siffredi?
Yes.
Is it true what they say?
What's that?
You're better than Alain Delon's Siffredi.
-Rocco… Hey, I'm watching you. -Don't worry, Ricky. Don't worry.
-Are you with Diva Futura? -No.
No.
Rocco Siffredi…
Who were they calling by that name?
Someone I left behind. Rocco Tano.
Someone more than him and Supersex.
An idol.
Rocco…
Siffredi.
Quiet. Quiet, quiet.
Quiet.
What's happening?
Hm.
-That's Rocco. -Siffredi.
That's totally him.
I see you've met my wife.
She wanted to meet Rocco Siffredi.
Satisfied?
Very.
Let's go, what is this? A funeral? Come on, music, let's dance!
Come on, come on!
-Thank you. -So, you're Siffredi?
Yes.
How brightly this rising star shines!
♪ Oh, the night is my world ♪
♪ City lights, painted girl ♪
♪ In the day, nothing matters ♪
♪ It's the night time that flatters ♪
♪ In the night, no control ♪
♪ Through the wall, something breakin' ♪
♪ Wearin' white as you're walkin' ♪
♪ Down the street of my soul ♪
♪ You take my self You take my self-control ♪
♪ You to me livin' only for the night ♪
♪ Before the morning comes… ♪
What are you doing, Lucia?
What are you doing?
The child…
He must never know what I used to do.
Do you understand? Huh?
♪ You take my self You take my self-control ♪
♪ I… ♪
♪ I live among the creatures of the night ♪
♪ I haven't got the will To try and fight ♪
♪ Against a new tomorrow So I guess I just believe… ♪
-Balayage. -Huh?
You need to get some balayage.
You Italians are still using highlights.
I just wanted to be a bit blonder in front, know what I mean?
Balayage, naturally lighter.
'Cause women notice two things.
Your dick… and your hair. Simple.
You don't have a dick, okay. So it's a big deal, buddy.
Huh?
-I take care of my quiff. -Oh yeah?
It's like my signature.
-How many more reps? -Twenty sets of twenty.
I do thirty.
Well done.
Okay.
So are you going to John's memorial later?
Yeah.
I never met John Holmes.
Never in real life.
Until a week ago, he was filming.
Yes.
He had these red blotches all over, but…
he was a machine.
Well,
more fucking for us, right?
-Mmm. -That's what he would've said.
What is it? You afraid?
-Riccardo. -Hi, honey.
Rocco is an animal. You have to tell him!
-Yes, my love. Did he hurt you badly? -Yes.
-Silvia, bring the cream for Milly! -Yes, coming!
Put the cream on. I'll talk to him. Alright?
Later! Later!
-Hi, beautiful, how are you? -Wonderful, sweetie.
-We did good. -Uh-huh.
-Fancy some spaghetti? -I don't eat carbohydrates.
-Good boy! A life of deprivation. -Hm.
-Rocco. -Ricky, I want to talk to you.
Silvia, the snake!
-Me too. -Mm.
Alright, listen, Rocco. We… just perform for the camera.
You need to pull back. Understand?
No.
Rocco, the girls are complaining that you're a bit too…
How can I put it?
-Rough. -Huh.
Thank goodness Christoph pays the girls to make you soft,
because otherwise, what would happen?
A massacre?
Come on, that's how I fuck.
Right, but the character in the movie is not you.
Then who is it?
Fire! Fire!
Ow.
That's the fifth time they've set fire to the doorbell.
-Come on! -Hey, Ricardo, so how did John die?
The smell of gasoline is one of life's pleasures.
-You know what I'm thinking? -Hm?
I'm thinking… you could sing "Kobra" at the theater.
Really?
Ever tried singing?
Not really.
Ah!
Careful, Ricky!
Silvia! Silvia!
Tell the police that someone set the doorbells on fire!
No, but… uh…
Hey, Ricardo, they'll arrest us.
I already told you I have all that shit with the Gypsies.
Honey, we're at war right now…
And the revolution never takes a break. You win some, you lose some, you know?
And anyway, our doorbell was burnt too, wasn't it?
So then it was, without a doubt, the same person.
And do you know who that person was?
The petty, self-righteous, Catholic, middle-class.
The doorbell was the start.
So, I set the building on fire.
Oh, what did you want to tell me earlier, Rocco?
It's Moana.
No. No more Moana.
-Moana is ineffable. -Oh…
-Hello there. -You sick, degenerate perverts!
Hello. Thanks.
You see? You have to do the performance.
It's the next thing!
I doubt they'll try burning my doorbell anymore.
Yeah, me too.
Ah, we're in hell!
A most beautiful hell!
For you.
Who are you?
Franco, remember me? We met at the party, you know, where I was part of the Coccodè.
-And I'm a fan of yours. -Oh.
-So, what? -I brought you a gift.
Seeing as there was a lot of talk about how you dress, so I thought…
"No one knows how important clothes are in life more than me."
So I have a present for ya.
For the memorial service.
No, I don't need it, no… I don't know who you are.
-Don't come here anymore. -But we're on the same side.
Yeah, right. Same side…
Jesus, I'm into pussy.
That young man did right, sending you away.
People like you shouldn't set foot in a respectable building.
You depraved man!
Depraved man!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the hell's wrong with you?
-Beating up a faggot? -Porter!
What the fuck are you doing? He's a faggot so you beat him up? Come on!
Go away! Fuck off!
Can't you defend yourself?
Inside! Move!
-You sure? -Come on, inside!
Let me see.
You hurt bad?
Here.
You look fabulous!
I stole it from costuming, but it fits perfectly, though!
-Oh, you stole it? Thank you. -I come from a family of princes.
Nobility is a wonderful kind of decadence.
Anyway, I saw you, standing alone, all by yourself at the end of the party.
It's always a problem… when the party ends.
And you reminded me of myself. A few years back.
All pioneers, Rocco… are so lonely.
Even when they're in a group, they seem like a pack.
They care more about money than loving each other.
I mean, you do have something quite special.
You are you.
There's no one like you.
You'll have no rules.
Because you will be the rule.
-Do you have a girlfriend, Rocco? -No, of course not. How could I?
No? Why not?
I dream only about love.
And a pinch of Vaseline because I've never liked violence.
I'm being vulgar.
But as for children… it could be too late.
The price that we pay in life for, um, being free, for pursuing freedom…
Because there's nothing more beautiful in the whole world
than being true to who you are.
Come on. Time to go to John's.
Tell me, Franco, um…
about how he died.
From love, the same way we all die.
Yeah, I know, I get it. Was it AIDS?
Uh… many…
um… faggots have gotten it, huh?
Well, they say many of your kind too.
Don't you believe a word of what they say. You're invincible in that suit.
I mean, how would you rather live?
Like that man with the umbrella?
Locked inside his respectable home, doing respectable things,
only doing what others tell him?
With no thrills.
No passion. And then, when he dies,
who'll remember that sad man, huh?
He's the same as millions of men with an umbrella.
Then there are… people like us.
And we never die.
Hope so, Franco.
Sexual participation therapy.
Are you saying that you would like to mate with my wife?
Exactly. However, if you don't feel like it…
-Hi, I'm John Holmes. -Hi there.
Then, when he reaches out to her,
and she asks for his documents…
-Yes, I did. -His ID card.
And then he pulls out his dick…
-We really, really made him… -Here it is.
-Oh! -…immortal here.
Because everyone here are the…
the ones who are… in contact with
the primordial force that keeps
life and death together.
So, here's to John!
-To John! -To John!
To John!
Music now!
Okay.
♪ Right round, round, round ♪
♪ You spin me right round, baby Right round ♪
♪ Like a record, baby, right round… ♪
I've added your number to the show.
♪ Like a record, baby Right round, round, round ♪
♪ You spin me right round, baby Right round ♪
♪ Like a record, baby Right round, round, round ♪
♪ You spin me right round, baby Right round ♪
♪ Like a record, baby Right round, round… ♪
Should I step down… right here, or stay there?
How fast can you ride your bike?
Uh… well… 110?
-Because I love going fast -Ah…
Going fast and the ocean.
You're from the seaside too?
Yes.
Ortona, it's near the water.
People who aren't born by the sea don't get how much you miss it.
I used to swim every morning, far from the shore.
And my father would worry about me.
I just really liked to… go diving.
With my brother Tommaso. When we were young.
You know when you dive down, and there's no light, but it's not dark?
I liked it.
I didn't want to come back to the surface.
-Ever happened to you? -No, not to me.
But… I suppose I've…
Never mind. It's nothing.
-What? -No.
I always have the same dream, you know?
Well, I like to dream.
It goes well with sex, wouldn't you say?
But you don't like sex, do you, Moana?
You're the first one to notice.
Let's keep that our little secret.
-Tell me about your dream. -No.
It's nothing, I…
dream that I'm driving a car too fast…
I have an accident that kills me.
A little man pops up.
But as he gets closer, he gets bigger and bigger, bigger than me.
The man says, "Do you want to be my friend?"
"Because if you're my friend, then I can save your life."
There's… a folder with a contract to sign, an agreement.
But my life would totally belong to him if I signed the contract.
I let myself pass away.
But after that, I sign the agreement.
I always have the same one too.
What is it?
I get to a point where I can't breathe, and I pass away.
What is this?
-What the hell? -What is all this?
Go on, go on!
Ah, faggot! What the fuck are you doing?
Yeah! Keep it up, Rocco!
Show's over, everybody! Get out!
-Stay where you are! Stay calm! -Hello, handsome.
Stay where you are, everybody!
Are you looking for the revolution?
Moana!
With elegance! With elegance!
NINFEO THEATER ROCCO SIFFREDI ITALIAN STALLION
For freedom!
Revolution!
The garden isn't yours, Carmela!
It's yours if you take care of them.
Why are you coming here?
My God! You should be ashamed of yourself.
Because of you, everybody's gossiping about us nonstop!
-I'm going now, Giorgio. -Perfect. Get out.
Mom got badly ill.
Because of you, she prays and cries every night.
Siffredi…
Thankfully, you have a different name now.
It's a vine plant. It's grown.
See that?
I see it.
Lift it up.
-Lift it up. -Mm.
-Lift it up. -Okay.
Hm.
Cirrhosis.
-A type of cirrhosis. -What's that mean?
-Your mother has cirrhosis, but not you. -Oh.
You're fine, for the moment. You're fine.
But in my opinion…
you could die young.
What can you expect from the life you lead, Rocco?
Do I have it?
Sooner or later, you will.
Junkies, homosexuals, and people like you have it.
Before, there was syphilis for the whores in brothels.
How often do you ejaculate?
Uh…
Three, four…
Sometimes more, each day.
It happens on its own at night.
So…
I've watched you grow up, Rocco.
You're missing the love of a woman.
And children.
Eh… You can't have children with the life you lead.
And what are we born for, if not to have children?
MOANA POZZI IN FANTASTIC MOANA! RED-HOT!
The more I became Rocco Siffredi,
the more I realized the price I'd have to pay.
Every life lived to the fullest always has a price to pay.
Bloody hell.
Only those who are brave enough to take that risk
can become their own masters.
And start a new life.
MUSIC SCHOOL AUDITIONS REGISTRATION FORM
Nunzio, who keeps calling me over and over,
listen, if you don't want to take a leap,
this leap, Nunzio, this one,
then you shouldn't call the magician!
Don't even bother!
As the magician says, do whatever the fuck you want!
Enough! Enough, for fuck's sake!
Nunzio, I deal with the light because I know the dark, got it?
Come on!
No more, Nunzio, no more.
-Cousin. -The fuck are you? A magician on TV?
Don't give me shit. Now forget about that TV magic. It's complicated.
I wanna speak with you.
How could you do this to me? Huh?
-You… are living my life. -Ah…
What you do is what I aspire to.
Jesus, what a package! How much do you earn with this?
Actually, let me guess.
Two, three hundred a day? All cash in hand.
Three hundred a day…
Just to fuck! You're a genius!
-I wanna show you this. -Alright.
-Okay… -What're you doing, Gabriele?
Well?
-Well, it's big. -Touch it.
-No. -Touch it!
-I'm not going to touch your penis! -Rocco, touch it!
-Get your dick out. We'll compare. -We're not measuring them.
Is that your wife?
Yeah.
You left your wife in the car to show off your dick?
-Take me with you. -No, come on, Gabriele.
-Take me with you. -No.
-I belong to you. -Get up.
-I belong to you. -Don't you have a nice job in a bank?
Forget the bank!
There's my dick here, and there's your dick there.
I just can't go to work every day.
You bring me life.
So, yes. It's a yes?
You're beautiful.
Hey! Put your dick away!
Uh…
You have a job, a wife, a daughter. Just go home.
Shit! You mean you get to live like this, and I can't?
-It's because… -Why?
Because you're gonna wake up, and you'll regret this, trust me.
No. I want to follow you.
I'm ready to fuck the world, just you and me.
Please take me.
Together, always. What did Grandpa say?
Just put the carrot in…
Once you've found the hole!
PARIS 1988
Sylvie Lanteigne.
-Do you know her? -No, I don't know her at all.
I know her. Let's give her two minutes. That'll do.
Alright, let's see.
Hey, Mom. It's Rocco.
Rocco. Have you eaten?
Yeah, I've eaten.
How are you?
-I'm well. How 'bout you? -I'm fine.
I put a freesia on the grave.
They resist the cold, and smell lovely in the spring.
Have you spoken to Tommaso?
-Yeah, we talk all the time. -Has the baby been born?
Armando says it's due any day now.
Yeah.
I'll make sure to call you.
Make sure you do.
Goodbye.
-God bless you. -Bye, Mom.
Hello?
Is that you, Rocco?
Tommaso's not here.
The baby's coming.
I know Tommaso isn't there.
You know I've always treated you like a son.
But… this is… just business.
I've found a new buyer for the restaurant.
More interested, more powerful.
You'll see. He'll keep you on.
Who? Jean Claude?
Oh, stop pissing me off, would you? Please, I've had enough.
I'm not giving you the restaurant.
Sign it.
Really? Did you hear what I just said? Now stop pissing me off.
Sign it, you fat pig!
-You'd better… -Sign it!
-Stop! What the hell are you doing? -Sign it!
Take it easy. Take it easy.
BABY'S COMING
Thank you, Ms. Lanteigne.
-Tommy. -How long has it been?
Not long.
Daddy's here.
Claudio… my boy.
There we go!
He's beautiful.
-Cheers! -To Claudio.
Drink!
Drink, drink, drink. Drink, everyone.
There you are.
Cheers! Cheers, everyone!
Cheers!
Congratulations.
-Put him down, Lucia. Let's dance. -No…
-Just put him down, Lucia. -Aw…
Dance!
-Oh… -He's beautiful!
-Dance, Lucia. -Good boy, Claudio.
Mm…
-Cheers, everyone! Cheers! -Cheers!
Cheers!
Tommy, aren't you gonna pour a drink for your friends?
Of course.
To Claudio.
And your new restaurant.
Yeah.
So, Don Mario gave it to you?
-And he returned to Italy with the cash. -Yeah.
So, he went home to die.
Mm.
Listen to me.
So you think this restaurant may be your home.
But this city is mine.
The Seine is mine.
What do they say?
Things don't just disappear.
No idea. This is a party for my son.
-Yes, my friend. -Mm.
He's beautiful, just like his mother.
Doesn't look much like his father. Does he?
Come on! Drink, everybody! Cheers!
Cheers!
To Claudio… the most beautiful baby in the world.
Hm? Well done.
Was he invited, huh?
-Hm? -No. He called looking for you.
-Hi. -Hi, Rocco.
He's beautiful.
What's his name?
Claudio.
-Let your brother hold him. -No, he cries with strangers.
-Go on. -No, don't bother, Lucia.
I… I wouldn't know how to hold him.
Mom always talks about the baby.
Mm.
You should tell her he's born.
Here.
A little something for him.
See you.
Rocco, biggest dick in the world!
Come here.
Drink to his health. It's a bad omen otherwise.
Glad to have you here.
Just look at him, Rocco.
Look. Huh?
He's beautiful. Huh?
The most beautiful.
The way you look at them…
How's that?
In a way you never looked at me.
Did you get into music school?
Yeah.
That's great. Should've applied earlier.
Being free isn't so simple.
Mm.
I went to see your film.
I really liked it.
I was the only girl in the theater.
And I could… smell them masturbating.
Am I disgusting?
No.
Did you masturbate?
Afterwards.
I really don't know if I like what's been happening to me lately.
You can choose.
And what can you taste?
Well, I can taste myself.
-I'll call? -Mm.
-Call her. -Alright.
-Hello? -Mom.
-Rocco! -He's born.
What's his name?
Claudio. His name's Claudio.
What's he like?
Who does he look like?
He's handsome, like Tommaso.
Hold on, Mom.
Go on.
-I don't want to talk to her. -Go on.
I don't want to talk to her, goddammit.
I don't want to talk to her!
The party's over. Go home. Go!
Now…
I'll call you back, Mom.
Yes, I'll call you back.
Stop staring like that.
What is it?
You fucking piece of shit! Did you fuck my wife?
-Admit it, you bastard! Admit it! -Tommy!
What are you doing?
Tommy, please.
Shut up. You couldn't even keep your hands off my brother.
-Listen… -Please, the baby's crying.
I never put a hand on her. So just let it go, Tommy.
Hey.
You even called your mother to humiliate me.
Everyone knows he's not my son, right?
What are you talking about? Come here.
Come here! Come here.
You're the one who sent her whoring.
What do you want from me?
What the fuck do you want from me?
Tommy!
You don't speak to her.
Don't look at her. You listening to me?
You wanted to screw me over because you're jealous.
-Let go. -Because you want what I've got.
To have a wife and a family, which you'll never have.
-Let go of me. -Because you're a pervert and a faggot.
You show your dick to all the men in the world, huh?
But you're gonna die in the corner, totally alone.
Stop it!
Don't touch my husband. Just go away, Rocco.
Tommy.
Show me.
Tommy…
Rocco Siffredi, you're not my brother. Go.
Go.
-Tommy. -Get out of here, Rocco.
Leave, rat!
Go!
Malù!
ROME 1988
Malù! Malù, honey, come on!
What the hell?
Is Rocco in there with you?
Rocco! I know you're in there!
Open the fucking door!
Here I come, honey!
What the fuck is he doing?
Son of a bitch!
You don't touch the girls off the set!
You don't touch them!
-Get off me! Get off me! -Come here.
You're an animal, Rocco! Animal!
We'll sort this out, I promise you!
-Shut up! -Get off me, you're sick!
Shh! Shh! Quiet.
Quiet. Quiet! Shut it.
I do whatever the fuck I want to do, Ricky.
Understand?
Understand? Now fuck off.
You're out of Diva Futura! Hey!
You're out!
We have a project here, an idea!
But you're completely unprofessional! You're just a peasant!
You're an animal! You're a beast, an animal, Rocco!
Rocco!
Come on, Rocco!
Let's go back. Get in, let's go.
You know you can't fuck the girls. I told you. Come on.
Hey, Rocco! We'll do great things, you and me.
I wasn't being serious when I said you're an animal.
You're exactly right, Ricky!
You're right. I am an animal.
So that means I want to fuck on and off the set and wherever the fuck I want!
And none of you can do anything about it. Not even you.
You're just pretending here.
I want to do it for real.
Bye, Ricky.
Moana once told me, "Live like you're going to die tomorrow."
"Think like you're never going to die."
"Because we're pagans…
and gods always have some animal form."
♪ All your precious souls ♪
♪ Have been bought and sold ♪
♪ For bargain-basement lows ♪
♪ To common criminals ♪
♪ Now you are having visions ♪
♪ Adverse flying conditions ♪
♪ Overseas transmissions ♪
♪ To anyone who will listen ♪
♪ You're waiting For the drums to kick in ♪
♪ You want to free your earthbound limbs ♪
♪ I am going to count to three ♪
♪ Then you are leaving here with me ♪
I gave myself one rule.
Rocco Tano no longer exists.
Rocco, what are you doing?
You're like some poor lost soul out there. Come in. You're a king.
I was always and forever…
Rocco Siffredi.
♪ Regretfully Here's the part that always gets me ♪
I'd given my life to porn, and with me, a new era had begun.
An era where, with me and through me,
you will learn that there are no boundaries.
That life…
is porn.
A SERIES LOOSELY BASED ON ROCCO SIFFREDI'S LIFE