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So the Turks are definitely headed for Cyprus.
But who will lead our forces against the Turkish army?
Othello.
There isn't anyone else capable of doing it.
He knows the strengths of Cypress better than anyone.
I'm fucking pissed, that you, Iago
who I let spend my money as if it was your own, knew about this!
Believe me, I know what I'm worth.
And I am worthy of that position. But this dude Michael Cassio, from Florence,
is who Othello chose to be his lieutenant.
And me, who he's actually seen in action...
And if you can believe this! made me his flag holder.
For fuck's sake, I'd rather be his executioner.
Well, I can't do shit about it. That's the price of military service.
I'd tell Othello to fuck off.
Dude, chill out.
I'm just preparing to fuck him over.
We can't all be leaders. and all leaders can't be followed loyally.
Check this out...
I'm not doing shit out of obligation...
but just appearing to be, for my own agenda.
I'm not what I seem to be.
Mister thick lips will be fucked, if you can pull this off.
Go to Desdemona's father.
Wake up! Thieves! Sir! Thieves!
Hide yo kids! Hide yo wife!
Sir Brabantio! Hey!
Wake up!
Thieves! Hide yo kids! Hide yo wife!
Thieves! Thieves!
Why are you shouting?
What the fuck is going on?
Sir...
is all your family inside?
I know you, Roderigo...
and I've told you not to come to my house.
I've been super fucking clear...
my daughter will not marry you.
Are your doors locked?
Why? What's it to you?
Even now, now, right now...
an old black ram is fucking your white lamb.
Who is this foul-mouthed jerk?
One that came to tell you
your daughter and the Moor are fucking.
You're an asshole.
Okay, fancy pants!
You will pay for this, Roderigo.
Yes, sir!
I will take responsibility.
But please, go see for yourself.
If she is in her room or even in your house
have me arrested for lying to you.
Strike a match!
Give me a torch! Call my servants!
This is like a dream I had.
I'm afraid it's coming true.
Give me some light!
Light!
Goodbye, I have to go.
Good evening, dudes.
Please tell me sir, are you really married?
Sir, you've been urgently requested.
I'll go with you.
Put away your swords, you're not going to use them.
Oh, you fucking thief!
Where are you hiding my daughter?
You motherfucker have convinced her...
to run off with a piece of shit like you.
Grab him.
Wait!
Everyone chill!
I know when it's time to fight, I don't need to be told.
Good sir...
Where do you want me to go to answer your accusation?
To prison...
Until you stand trial.
And if I do?
How would the duke feel about that?
His messengers are here to take me to him.
It's true, sir.
The Duke's in a council meeting, and has invited you too.
In a council meeting? At this time of night?
Bring him with us.
Brave Othello...
We must send you to fight the Turks, immediately.
Welcome, noble sir.
We could have used your help tonight.
I could have used your help too.
Your Grace, forgive me.
It wasn't because of this meeting
that got me out of bed.
My daughter!
Oh, my daughter!
She's dead?
She's been deceived, taken from me and brainwashed.
She wouldn't behave this way if she wasn't under a spell.
The dude who is responsible for this shit
who has deceived your daughter and taken her from you,
will be punished to the full extent of the law,
according to your interpretation.
I humbly thank you.
That is the dude.
Othello?
What do you have to say for yourself?
Nothing, except that what I've said is true.
Most powerful, respected, and honorable sirs...
my noble masters who have been good to me...
Did I take away this old man's daughter?
I totally did. In fact, I married her.
But that's the extent of my offense, nothing else.
I'm not good with words...
and I'm not particularly tactful either.
My skill is in war since I was seven years old
until just nine months ago
I've used my strength on the battlefield.
I don't know shit about the world
except for things pertaining to war.
So I can't help my case
by speaking for myself. But, if you'll be patient
I will tell you the whole story
of how Desdemona and I hooked up.
the drugs, the spells
and powerful magic I used,
that's what I'm being accused of, to win over his daughter.
She's a sweet girl
shy and quiet, blushes at the slightest thing.
Is it possible that she could fall in love
with something she was afraid to look at!
Please, bring her here
and let her speak for herself.
If she talks shit about me
then don't just fire me
but sentence me to death.
Go get Desdemona.
Her father loved me...
often invited me to his house
and asked me about my life
the battles that I fought in.
From from when I was a boy
until the time he asked me about it.
I told him about some fucked up shit
My adventures on sea and land.
About when I barely escaped death.
The time I was taken prisoner
and sold into slavery.
The cannibals that eat each other
called the Anthropophagi
and men whose heads grow below their shoulders.
These stories fascinated Desdemona.
She listened intently to my stories.
I saw an opportunity...
and I took it.
I got her to open up to me me
when I told her more stories.
She responded...
with empathy.
She said my stories were wonderful
wonderfully sad
and incredibly heartbreaking.
She loved me for the dangers I survived
and I loved that she was taken by it.
That is the only witchcraft I've used.
Come here, sweet girl.
Of everyone here, who are you going to listen to?
My noble father...
I owe you for my life and upbringing.
My life and education taught me to respect you.
I have to obey you.
Because I am your daughter.
But this is my husband.
And like my mother was committed to you
prioritizing you over her father
I am committed to my husband, the Moor
God be with you. Fuck this.
I should have adopted a child, than to have you.
Come here, Moor.
I give you my daughter, with all my heart
which you already have
with all my heart, I would keep her from you.
Please, move on to the state business.
The Turks, with a strong fleet, are headed for Cyprus.
Othello...
You have to go tonight.
This business is urgent, and we must act quickly.
Most gracious Duke...
What's up, Desdemona?
I love a black dude, I want to be with him
The way I fearlessly threw away my old life
clearly shows it.
My heart is completely under his control.
I got to know Othello and I saw...
that he is honorable and brave
so I gave my soul and wealth to him.
So my dear lords...
if I'm left behind, when he goes off to war
I'll be deprived of the things I married him for.
I'll be miserable without him.
Let me go with him.
Give her permission to go.
You can go fuck yourself
If you think she'll distract me from doing my job if she is with me.
It will be up to you to decide.
At 9AM, we'll meet here again.
Goodnight everyone.
And, noble sir...
If honor is a beautiful thing
your son-in-law is much more beautiful [white] than black.
Keep an eye on her, Moor. If you're capable of seeing the truth.
She deceived me and could deceive you too.
I'd bet my life on her honesty.
Iago, I have to leave Desdemona with you.
Please, have your wife look after her and meet me as soon as you can.
Come on, we're on a tight schedule.
Iago
What is it, dude?
What do you think I should do?
Well, go to bed and sleep.
I'm going to drown myself.
If you do that, I'll never respect you again.
Why, you fucking idiot?
It is idiotic to live when life is torture.
Desdemona!
Oh, come on!
I've been alive for 28 years
and I've never met a man that knew what was good for him.
I'd never say I'd drown myself over the love of some chick
- I'd rather be a baboon. - What should I do?
I admit, I'm embarrassed to be so infatuated. But I can't help it.
You can't help it? Bullshit.
It's up to you how you feel.
We are rational, we can curb our emotions,
carnal desires and lusts
what you call love is just lust.
I don't believe it!
It's just lust, you have no willpower.
Come on, man up!
Drown yourself?
Drowning is for cats and blind puppies.
I've told you that you're my friend,
and I'll stick by you.
I've never been more helpful to you than I am now.
Sell some of your shit to get some money.
Go to war.
Disguise yourself with a fake beard.
I'm telling you, get some money together.
Desdemona can't stay in love with the Moor for long.
Get some money together.
When she's bored with fucking him
she'll see it was a mistake, she has to.
Get a bunch of money together.
If a little marriage vow between a wandering foreigner
and a highly refined Venetian isn't too much for my clever wits...
You will have her.
So get together...
a bunch of money
Fuck drowning yourself, right?
That would be dumb.
I'd be better to be hanged pursuing her,
than be drowned and not have her.
Will you be be loyal to me?
You can count on me.
There is so much shit...
that will go down.
Go, get some money.
We'll speak again tomorrow. Goodbye.
Where will we meet in the morning?
- At my house. - Cool.
- I'll be there early. - Go on, goodbye.
One more thing...
What's that?
No more of this drowning bullshit, ok?
I changed my mind about that.
Go on, goodbye. Get some money together!
I'll sell all my land.
That's how this idiot became my cash cow.
As if I'd be stupid enough
to waste my time with such an idiot
without getting amusement and money out of it.
I hate Othello...
And there's a rumor going around that he...
fucked my wife. I don't know if it's true.
But even if it might be true...
I will act like it is.
Othello respects me.
This will make my plan easier to pull off.
Cassio's an attractive dude.
Let me think about this... How can I get his position
and fuck over Othello, by pulling some fucked up shit.
How?
[His plan is to tell Othello that Cassio is fucking Desdemona]
I have it figured out.
I've devised a plan.
With a little help from the devil
I will pull off my fucked up plan.
-Greetings, lady. - Thank you, brave Cassio.
Ah yes, whisper to her.
This is all I need to trap
Cassio like a fly.
Oh, my beautiful warrior!
My darling, Othello!
I'm surprised, but happy, to see you here in front of me.
I'm so fucking happy!
Words cannot express how happy I am.
I'm fucking ecstatic.
I have good news!
The war is over, the Turks are fucked!
This hazardous storm has fucked up
most of the Turk's ships
Montano!
How is my old friend of this island
Honey, you will be loved in Cyprus.
These dudes are awesome.
Oh, you're so happy now!
But I'll be able to fuck you over, because you trust me.
If you're brave... as they say, ordinary men in love,
are braver than they would be otherwise, listen to me.
The lieutenant Cassio will be on guard duty tonight.
First, I have to tell you
Desdemona is totally in love with him.
With Cassio?
That's not possible!
Shut up for a second.
Listen to me. She wants a hot dude.
She's not turned on by Othello.
She will come to her senses,
she'll want to throw up, being so sick of the moor
It's in her nature. She'll want another dude.
I cannot believe that. She is so perfect.
Perfect? Yeah right!
She drinks the same wine we do.
If she was perfect, she wouldn't love the Moor. Perfect bullshit.
Didn't you see her caressing Cassio's hand?
- Did you see that? - Yes, I did!
- She was just being polite. - She's flirting with him.
The sort of thing that leads
to lust and dirty thoughts.
Their lips came so close that they breathed the same breath
It's fucked up to think about, Roderigo!
When two people flirt like this
it's inevitable
they are going to fuck.
But dude, I'll tell you what to do. I brought you here from Venice.
Stand watch with the guard tonight.
I'll arrange it. I'll be close by.
Find a reason to piss off Cassio.
Okay.
Welcome, Iago. We must go stand watch.
Not yet, lieutenant. It's not even 10 o'clock.
Our general dismissed us early to be with Desdemona
and who could blame him?
He hasn't fucked her yet, and she is super hot.
Super hot.
I'll bet she's good in the sack.
She really is perfect.
Well... I hope they get their fuck on!
Come here, I have a jug of wine
and there are some dudes from Cypress
who'd gladly drink a toast to black Othello.
Not tonight, Iago.
I'm not much of a drinker.
I wish it was customary to celebrate in some other way.
But they're our friends.
Just one drink? I'll do the drinking.
I've had one already, and shouldn't test my tolerance with any more.
Come on, dude! We're celebrating!
These dudes want to party.
Where are they?
If I can get him to have just one drink...
Now that we're married...
It's consummation time.
We're going to fuck.
Are the English really that good at drinking?
They can definitely drink a Dane under the table.
And could totally out-drink a German.
When the Dutch are puking, the English are getting another round
Let's drink to our general!
I'll drink to that!
And I'll match you drink for drink.
Badass England!
Be careful, Cassio.
What's up, hot chick?
Bianca.
He was man with a good reputation
And you're just a piece of shit.
It's pride that's ruining the nation.
So take your old coat
and wrap yourself in it.
Enough of this.
Let's get down to business.
God forgive us our sins.
Gentlemen, let's get to work.
Seriously guys, I'm not drunk.
This is my flag bearer.
This is my right hand.
This is my left hand.
I am definitely not drunk.
I can still stand...
and I'm not slurring.
Yes, very well.
So don't think that I'm drunk.
Go the platform, guys. Let's take our posts.
You see Cassio, the dude that just left?
He is such a good soldier he could lead Caesar's army.
But he is an alcoholic
Does he get drunk all the time?
He always drinks himself to sleep.
- What's the problem, lieutenant? - This asshole telling me how to behave.
I'll beat the shit out of you.
- Beat me! - Did you say something, asshole?
No, dude.
Please restrain yourself.
Let me go, sir, or I'll punch you in the face.
Come on,
you're drunk.
Drunk?
No, dude.
Dude, stop!
A brawl!
Someone help!
Dude! Stop!
Stop if you want to live.
You're better than this!
What the fuck is happening?!
Have we become Turks?!
For fucks sake, stop this bullshit.
The next man to swing a sword
does not value his life
because I'll kill him!
What the fuck, dudes?
Michael...
Why did you lose your shit?
Please, forgive me, sir.
I have no excuse.
Montano...
Why would you risk your reputation like this
by acting like a hooligan?
- Tell me. - Othello, I'm critically injured.
Your officer, Iago, can tell you, while I save my breath,
of everything I know.
Ok now, I'm starting to lose my cool.
Because we're friends, I order you, Iago
Who started it?
If because you're on Cassio's side
you don't tell the truth
you are no soldier.
Don't accuse me of such bullshit! I'd rather have my tongue cut out
than talk shit about Michael Cassio.
But I think being truthful won't hurt him.
This the truth, general:
Montano and I were chit chatting when a dude cried for help
Cassio was chasing after him with his sword drawn.
Then this dude steps in to stop Cassio
And the other dude ran off, still yelling, so I chased after him.
but he got away, and when I came back, these two were fighting.
That's all I know.
Sometimes even the best men lose their shit.
Ok, so Cassio hurt Montano
who was only trying to help.
But surely Cassio...
I know, Iago, since you're friends with Cassio,
You're downplaying what he did.
Cassio...
The dude you fucked with is well known in Cyprus...
and well-liked.
We're homies...
But you are no longer my officer.
What's the problem, dear?
This bullshit woke up my wife.
I'll make an example of you.
Everything is cool, dear. Go back to bed.
Iago, Go around town
and chill out anyone upset over this brawl.
Come, sweet Desdemona.
- Are you hurt, lieutenant? - Yes, I'm fucked.
- Oh, fuck no! - My reputation is fucked.
I've lost my legacy
and what's left is cringeworthy.
My reputation, Iago!
My reputation!
I thought you were seriously injured.
That would be worse than losing your reputation.
Come on dude, You can get back on Othello's good side.
He was just pissed off.
He only punished you to save face.
Ask for Othello's forgiveness
I would rather ask him to hate me
than disappoint such a good commander
with such a worthless, drunken, and stupid officer.
Who was that guy?
What did he do you?
I don't know.
Really?
I was drunk!
Wine is great if you don't drink too much.
Stop shitting on wine.
And dude...
I think you know I care about you.
I know.
I'll tell you what you should do
Othello's wife is the one actually in charge.
Reach out to Desdemona.
Beg her. She'll help reinstate you.
This shit between you and Othello...
ask her to fix it.
And I'll bet anything
your friendship with Othello will grow stronger than ever.
That's good advice.
I'm helping you because we're besties
I think you're right.
Good night, lieutenant.
I have to go stand watch.
Good night, Iago.
How am I the asshole?
I gave him great advice.
It's really the best way to win back Othello's trust.
Othello is so pussy whipped by Desdemona
that she can do whatever she wants.
and he will do whatever she wants.
How am I an asshole to advise Cassio
to do what is in his best interest?
It's some Satanic shit.
When devils do fucked up shit it's with the pretense
of good intentions, like I'm doing.
And while this naive idiot begs Desdemona to fix his misfortune
and she vouches for him to the Moor
I'll tell Othello this bullshit...
that she just wants to fuck him
and the more she tries to help Cassio,
the more guilty she will appear to Othello.
That's how I will turn her good intentions...
into tar.
And from her good intentions
create the trap
that will
fuck them all over.
What's up, Roderigo?
I'm fucking exhausted
like a hunting dog
bringing up the rear of the pack.
I've spent almost all my money.
Tonight I got the shit beat out of me.
And I think all I will get out of it
Is a fucked up life experience.
And so...
with no money a little more wisdom...
I'll go back to Venice.
How pathetic are dudes with no patience?
What wound didn't heal only gradually?
You know, we get shit done with intelligence. Not Magic.
And intelligent planning takes time.
Aren't we making progress?
Cassio beat you up.
Pshaw...
And you, by that tiny sacrifice
got Cassio fired.
So chill the fuck out.
Shit, it's already morning.
Time flies when you're having fun.
Go get some sleep.
Go now.
I'll fill you in later.
Get the fuck outta here.
Generous woman...
Whatever happens to me, I'll always be your loyal servant.
I know that. Thank you.
Madam, here comes your husband.
- I don't like the looks of that. - What did you say?
Nothing.
Wasn't that Cassio who was talking to my wife?
Cassio?
How are you, my husband?
I have been talking with this man
a dude that pissed you off.
Who are you talking about?
Your lieutenant, Cassio.
If he isn't truly devoted to you,
then I am a poor judge of character.
Oh, that crazy bitch!
But I'll be damned if I don't love her!
And when I stop loving her...
the world will end.
- Dude... - What's up, Iago?
Did Cassio know you were into her?
Yes, he knew the whole time.
Why do you ask?
No reason, I was just curious.
Why so curious, Iago?
I didn't think he knew her.
Oh, yeah. He often carried messages between us.
Really?
What do you mean "really"? Yes, really.
Is that weird? Isn't Cassio trustworthy?
Trustworthy, my lord?
Trustworthy? Yes, Trustworthy.
I guess so.
- What do you think? - Think, my lord?
"Think, my lord"! You're just repeating me.
You're thinking something.
If you are my friend, tell me what you're thinking.
- Dude, you know I'm your friend. - I think you are.
And because I know you care about me
and are trustworthy
and think before you speak.
Your hesitation frightens me.
As for Cassio, I would swear he is trustworthy.
I agree.
Men should be what they appear to be.
And if not, they shouldn't pretend
Totally, men should be what they appear to be.
Well then, I think Cassio is trustworthy.
No, there is more than you're letting on!
Please, tell me what you're thinking.
Even your worst suspicions.
Come on, dude...
I might be totally wrong.
I have to admit, its in my nature to suspect the worst
and imagine...
shit that's not true.
Seriously, it's not good for your peace of mind
or be wise or responsible to tell you what I'm thinking.
What the fuck are you talking about?
A good reputation of any man or woman,
is the most valuable thing we have.
If you steal from me, that's shit.
It's not a big deal. It was mine, now yours.
It'll belong to thousands more.
But if you tarnish my reputation...
robs me of something that doesn't make you richer.
but certainly makes me poorer.
For fucks sake, Tell me.
Not if my life was in your hands.
and I will not, as long as I live.
Oh beware dude, of jealousy!
It's the green-eyed monster that laughs at the victims it devours.
Why?
Why would you say that?
You think I could be jealous?
Tormented by new suspicions every hour. No!
If you have doubts, sort that shit out.
I'm not going to worry
that she wants to fuck other dudes. She chose me.
No, Iago...
If I suspect something. then I'll prove it.
And when I prove it, I'll have to...
tell her to fuck off.
I am happy to hear that, now I can
show my affection to you by being straight with you
So listen to me.
I don't have any proof yet...
Keep an eye on your wife.
Watch how she is with Cassio.
Just watch.
I know what people are like here.
In Venice, women are always doing shit behind their husbands' backs.
They don't even feel bad about it
if they keep it a secret.
- You think so? - She lied to her father,
she pretended to fear you, but was actually into you.
- Yes she did. - Well, there you have it.
I shouldn't be laying all this on you.
Please forgive me for caring about you so much.
I'm forever in your debt.
I can see this upset you.
- Not a bit, not a bit. - Seriously, I worry it has.
Please consider that what I said is because I'm concerned.
But I can tell you're upset.
Please, don't make more out of this
than just a suggestion to watch your ass.
If you do...
what I said would not have the intended effect.
Cassio's my good friend... Dude, you're upset.
No, I'm not upset.
I think Desdemona is faithful.
I hope she is and you never doubt her.
But if its in one's nature...
Yes, that's my point!
It was against her nature to not marry
a white dude of similar social status.
those with similarities are naturally drawn to each other.
You can almost smell...
her cruel intentions.
But dude, I'm not talking about her specifically.
But I'm afraid she will come to her senses
and leave you for a white dude
and tell you to fuck off.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
If you notice anything else, let me know.
Go, Iago.
I'm going.
Why did I marry her?
Dude, forget about it.
Wait and see.
Just assume I'm paranoid.
Because I probably am.
And assume she's innocent.
Don't worry about how I handle this.
We can our wives "ours"
but we have no control over their desires.
How are you, my dear Othello!
Your dinner and the nobles of Cypress you invited
are waiting for you.
- It's my fault. - Why are you whispering?
Are you sick?
Come on, let's go.
I have something for you.
You have something for me?
It's a common thing [Everyone's had that pussy] to have a foolish wife.
Oh, is that it?
What will you give me for that handkerchief?
What handkerchief?
The one that Othello gave to Desdemona
which you're always asking me to steal.
You stole it from her?
No, get this...
She dropped it carelessly.
What are you going do with it, That you were so eager for me to steal it?
Any little bullshit...
are to jealous people, strong evidence.
This might cause some fucked up shit to go down.
I'd bet my life that she's faithful
If she cheated on me...
then Heaven is bullshit.
I won't believe it.
Keep an eye on her...
If you are capable of seeing the truth.
She lied to me...
and might lie to you.
Othello is already affected by my fucked up advice.
Dangerous suspicions are like poisons.
Neither taste bad at first.
But once they get in your blood
burn like Hell
Just as I said.
Check it out.
Not Ambien or Trazodone
or all the sleeping aids in the world
will give you restful sleep
which you enjoyed just yesterday.
What's up, Dude?
Get the fuck away from me!
Leave!
You've tortured me.
Being betrayed is better when you don't know about it.
Come on, dude!
Did I have any idea that she was cheating on me?
I didn't see shit, I didn't suspect shit, I was not affected.
I didn't taste Cassio's kisses on her lips.
I am sorry to hear this.
I'd be perfectly content if a whole camp of soldiers
had fucked her, If I didn't know about it.
now, my peace of mind is fucked.
goodbye contentment
Goodbye to wars that fulfill my ambitions.
Kiss that shit goodbye!
Othello's military career is fucked.
Really, Dude?
Asshole, you'd better be right about my wife being a whore.
Give me proof I can see
or I swear to fucking god
you'll wish you were born a dog
than to face my wrath!
Show me
or at least, prove it
beyond a shadow of a doubt.
-or you're fucked! - Dude!
If you're slandering her and torturing me
don't bother praying or hoping for mercy
You might as well do more fucked up shit
nothing else you do would be more fucked up
than what you've already done.
Dude!
Oh heaven help me!
Fuck you! I won't be your flag bearer.
being honest with you is dangerous.
Thank you for teaching me this lesson From now on, I won't care about my friends
since caring leads to trouble.
No, hold on.
- You should be honest. - I should be wise
because being honesty is overrated.
Part of me thinks my wife is faithful
and part of me thinks she isn't.
I just don't know if I can trust you.
When I have some proof, I'll know.
I see you are all fucked up in the head.
I regret telling you about this.
- You want proof? - Want? No, I demand it.
But how? How will you get proof?
Would you watch her fuck another dude?
Oh, fuck that!
It would be very difficult to arrange that.
So fuck that! What can I do?
How can I prove it?
You couldn't catch them in the act if they were dogs in heat.
But even still, if circumstantial evidence
is proof enough
then I can give you that.
Give me proof she's disloyal.
I don't like this task.
But since I'm already involved
thanks to being stupidly honest and my affection for you, I'll do it.
I shared a room with Cassio recently
And because of a toothache, I couldn't sleep.
some men have such little self-control
that they talk in their sleep.
Cassio is one of those dudes.
While sleeping, I heard him say:
"Sweet Desdemona, let's be careful, and hide our love."
And then, dude, he grabbed my hand.
and said, "Oh my darling" And then kissed me hard
like he was trying to suck my lips off.
Then he put his leg over mine
and sighed, kissed me and said:
"Damn fate for giving you to the Moor!"
- That is fucked up! - No he was only dreaming.
- Fucked up! - No, be reasonable
We don't have any proof yet.
She might still be faithful. Just tell me this...
Have you ever seen a handkerchief
spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?
I gave one like that. It was my first gift.
I didn't know that But a handkerchief like that,
l'm sure it was your wife's
today I saw Cassio wipe his beard with it.
Oh, if it was the same one...
Where the fuck is that handkerchief, Emilia?
I have no idea.
Seriously, I'd rather lose my purse full of money.
And, even though Othello is sensible
and not like jealous dudes,
It would be enough to make him jealous.
- He's not a jealous dude? - Who, him?
How are you?
Good.
- And how are you, my lady? - I'm good too.
That handkerchief was given to my mother by an Egyptian woman.
She could read people's minds.
She told her as long as she had it, she would be desirable.
And my father would be pussy whipped.
But if she lost it or gave it away...
My father would hate her
and he would pursue other women.
When she died,
she gave it to me.
and told me, when I get married,
give it to my wife.
So I did,
So keep it close
like a precious treasure
If you lose it, or give it away...
would be totally fucked up.
Really?
Really.
There's magic in the sewing.
Then I wish to God I'd never seen it!
Why?!
Why are you being a dick?
You lost the handkerchief?!
Heaven help me!
- what then? - I didn't lose it.
- But what if I did? - How?
I didn't lose it!
Go get it. Show it to me.
I could do that, but I won't.
You're fucking with me.
Please, hire Cassio again.
Go get my handkerchief. I'm worried.
You'll never find a better man for the job.
- The handkerchief! - Please, let's talk about Cassio...
He wouldn't be shit without you.
The handkerchief!
Seriously, you're being a dick.
Fuck!
Isn't he acting like a jealous dude?
I've never seen him act like this.
It only takes a year or two for their true colors to show.
They are just stomachs, and we are just food.
They eat us hungrily. And when they've had enough...
they barf us up.
But if I give my wife a handkerchief...
then it's hers.
and she can give it to anyone she wants.
What if I'd told you that I saw him betray you?
Or heard him say...
Did he say something?
He did, but he'll just deny it
- What did he say? - Honestly, that he...
did...
I don't know what he did.
What?
Laid...
With her?
With her...
...on her, however you want to say it.
Laid with her?
Laid on her?
Fuck, that makes me want to barf!
My plan is working
This is how gullible idiots are tricked.
And many trustworthy and faithful women,
completely innocent, are punished.
Yo! dude?
Dude! Othello!
What's wrong?
Othello is having a seizure
This is his second fit. He had one yesterday.
- Massage his temples. - Wait!
The fit has to run its course.
Otherwise, he'll foam at the mouth and go nuts.
Look, he's moving. Leave for a minute.
He'll recover soon.
When he leaves, I would really like to talk to you.
How are you, Othello?
Did Cassio confess to it?
Are you concussed?
Are you mocking me?
Mock you?
No, I swear.
Dude, while you were over here flipping out...
Cassio came here.
I sent him away, and made up an excuse for your fit of passion
I told him to come back here to speak with me, which he promised to do.
Go hide nearby...
and watch the sneers and scornful expressions on his face
When I ask him to tell me again...
Where, how, how often, how long ago...
and when he has and will again, fuck your wife.
Please, be patient!
Now, I will ask Cassio about Bianca.
When he talks about her he can't stop laughing.
What's up, lieutenant?
When Cassio laughs... Othello...
Will go nuts.
When you call me the title I wish I had, it kills me.
Ask Desdemona for help and you will surely have it back.
Now, if Bianca had the power to help you...
you would run to her so fast.
Poor woman! I think she really loves me.
Look how he's laughing!
She says that you'll marry her. Are you going to?
Marry her? What?
Please, don't think I'm so stupid.
Rumor has it, you will marry her.
- Seriously? - If not, I'm an asshole.
She's the one spreading this rumor.
She hangs on me and cries on my shoulder.
I will cut off your nose
and feed it to a dog.
Oh shit! Look, she's coming.
What's up, beautiful Bianca?
Where did this come from?
This is a gift from some woman.
No, I swear.
Whose is it?
I don't know. I found it in my chamber.
A likely story that you found it in your chamber
and not know who left it.
This is some bitch's gift
There!
Give it back to your new mistress, where you got it from.
What's wrong, my sweet Bianca!
What's wrong?
If you want to have dinner with me tonight, you can.
If not, you can go fuck yourself.
Go after her. Go after her.
Seriously, I have to. Otherwise, she'll make a scene.
- Will you have dinner with her? - I intend to.
Maybe I'll see you there. I want to talk to you.
- Please, come. - Shut up and go after her.
How should I murder him, Iago?
Did you see how he laughed about fucking her?
And did you see the handkerchief?
Damn her!
Fucking whore!
Damn her!
She was a fine woman, a beautiful woman, a sweet woman!
No, forget about that.
Yes, let her rot in hell. She is going to die.
No, my heart has turned to stone.
I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
This is so fucked, Iago! Oh, Iago, this is fucked, Iago!
No, that's not how you roll.
Damn her!
- Cheat on me? - It's fucked up.
- And with my Lieutenant! - Even more fucked up.
I'd like to kill him slowly for nine years.
Check this out, Iago.
All of my affection for her...
Is dead. It's gone
Arise, black vengeance, from the depths of hell
Oh love, give way to cruel hate,
Now, I swear to god...
with all the reverence of a sacred oath...
I make a vow.
Let Heaven be my witness, the forces of nature all around us...
Witness that I am dedicating
all of my wit, strength,
and heart...
to help Othello.
Whatever he wants...
I will do it.
However fucked up it is.
We're totally BFFs.
Bring me some poison tonight.
I won't speak to her
so her beautiful body won't disarm me.
Tonight, Iago.
Don't do it with poison.
Strangle her in her bed, The bed where she fucked him.
Good idea. Poetic justice. Very good.
And as for Cassio?
I expect to hear from you that Michael Cassio is dead.
I'll kill my friend Cassio for you. I'll give you an update by midnight.
Fucking awesome.
Now you are my lieutenant.
Best friends...
forever.
Hello, Othello!
Hello, sir.
The Duke and Senators of Venice welcome you.
I'll do whatever this letter orders me to.
Welcome, Sir Gratiano.
What's the news?
Good friend Lodovico?
I'm very glad to see you, sir.
- Welcome to Cyprus. - Thanks
How is Lieutenant Cassio doing?
He's alive, sir.
Friend...
there's been a falling out between Cassio and Othello.
An unfortunate rift.
- But you can fix it. - Are you sure about that?
- What's that? - "Don't fuck this up..."
He wasn't talking to you.
Is there a rift between Othello and Cassio?
It's fucked up.
I would do anything to fix it, because I care about Cassio.
Fucking bullshit!
What's that?
Are you fucking stupid?
What? Is he angry?
Maybe the letter upset him.
I think he's been ordered to return home
leaving Cassio in charge here.
Seriously, that makes me happy
Really!
Othello?
I'm glad you are insane enough to admit that.
Why, sweet Othello?
Bitch!
I didn't deserve that.
What the fuck are you doing, dude!
You're overreacting... Apologize. She's crying.
Cry all you want...
they are fake tears.
Get the fuck out!
I wouldn't want to stay, if it makes you angry.
So you haven't seen anything?
- Or heard or suspected anything. - You've seen Cassio and her together.
But I didn't see anything wrong. I heard everything they said.
- What! they never whispered? - Never.
She never sent you away to get her fan, gloves, or mask?
Never.
That's weird.
I would swear on my soul that Desdemona is faithful.
If you think otherwise, forget about it, it's fucking with your head.
Tell her to come here.
Go!
She says all the right things. but any stupid bitch could say that.
Desdemona is a sneaky whore.
there she is.
What do you want?
Let me see your eyes.
Look at me.
What fucked up shit are you thinking?
What are you?
I am Your wife. Your true and loyal wife.
Go ahead, swear to that.
Damn yourself by lying
Swear you are faithful.
God knows I am.
God knows you are unfaithful as fuck.
Unfaithful to who?
Unfaithful with who?
How am I unfaithful?
Ah, Desdemona!
Get the fuck out!
It's a sad day!
Why are you crying?
Is it my fault?
If god gave me some affliction...
like sores on my head
I would have found a way to endure it.
But to fuck with my heart,
which my life depends on...
which pumps blood through my veins...
to be thrown away, or kept as a trough for frogs to fuck.
Oh you,
who are so beautiful...
and smell so sweet that it hurts to look at you.
I wish you'd never been born!
What crime did I Unknowingly commit?
Was someone as beautiful as you meant to be a whore?
- You brazen whore! - I swear to god, no.
- You're not a whore? - I am a Christian!
You're not a whore?
- No, I am a Christian. - Can this be true?
God forgive us!
I beg your pardon then.
I mistook you for that cunning whore of Venice that married Othello.
You, madam...
the gatekeeper of hell!
You, yes, you!
We're done here.
Please, lock the door and keep quiet.
Am I that name, Iago?
What name, beautiful lady?
The name Othello called me.
He called her a whore.
Why did he do that?
I don't know.
I'm definitely not.
Don't cry!
Don't cry.
This is fucked up!
Did she reject so many noble suitors
her father, her country, her friends to be called a whore?
Wouldn't that make anyone cry?
It is my fucked up fate.
Oh, Iago...
what can I do to win back my husband?
Good friend
Talk to him
I swear to god, I don't know why he stopped loving me.
I kneel here to swear...
If I ever betrayed his love
either by thoughts or actions
if my eyes, my ears
or any sense, took pleasure in another man...
If ever, now, or in the past, or in the future,
even as he wants a divorce,
stop loving him dearly,
I will live a life of misery!
Being mean is hurtful
and his hurtfulness might kill me.
But will never affect my love for him.
I can't say "whore."
It makes me sick to say it.
To fuck someone else...
All the pleasures in the world couldn't make me.
Please, chill out.
He's just in a bad mood.
State business angered him and he's taking it out on you.
- If that's it... - That's it, I promise.
Listen, it's the dinnertime trumpets.
The Venetians are waiting for their food.
Go inside and don't cry.
Everything will be okay.
- What's up, Roderigo? - You haven't treated me fairly.
- What do you mean? - Every day you play a trick on me.
I won't put up with it anymore.
I'm not going to sit back and accept what you've done.
- Will you listen to me? - You're a fucking liar.
- You're wrong - I know the truth!
I will tell Desdemona everything.
If she returns my jewels...
I will stop courting her and take back my unlawful advances.
If she doesn't...
you can bet, I will seek repayment from you.
You've spoken your piece.
I've only said what I intend to do.
Well, now I see...
you have a backbone.
I think more highly of you than I did before.
Give me your hand, Roderigo.
I see why you would accuse me. But I insist...
- I was honestly trying to help you. - It doesn't appear that way.
I admit that. Your suspicions are not stupid or unjustified.
But if you have that which I think you do, now more than ever...
I'm talking about courage and bravery... prove it tonight.
If you're not fucking Desdemona by tomorrow night,
then kill me. Find a way to stab me in the back
Well...
What's your plan?
Tonight, either my plan will succeed, or I'm fucked.
Please, you don't need to escort me.
It's fine, I would enjoy a walk.
Desdemona!
Othello?
Go to bed right away.
I will be there soon. Send your maid, Emilia, away.
Do as I say.
I'll do it.
Madam, good night.
Thank you my lady.
You are very welcome.
Are you coming, dude?
Send me away?
Othello told me to.
I wish you'd never seen him.
I don't wish that!
Please...
help me unpin this.
The sad sack sat singing
By a sycamore tree
My mother had a maid named Barbary.
She was in love. And that dude turned out to be crazy
and he left her.
She sung a song called "Willow."
An old song, but it described her bad luck
And she died singing it.
I can't stop thinking about that song tonight.
The sad sack sat singing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her chest
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow
The salty tears she cried...
softened the stones
Sing willow, willow, willow
Leave now. Good night.
My eyes itch. Does that mean I'm going to cry?
That doesn't mean anything.
I've heard that was a thing.
Oh, these men...
these men!
Tell me Emilia, do you really think there are women
that cheat on their husbands like men do to women?
There are some, definitely.
Would you cheat on your husband for all the world?
Wouldn't you?
No, by the light of heaven.
I wouldn't do it in the light either.
It would be easier to do in the dark.
Would you really cheat on your husband for all the world?
The world's a huge thing. A great reward for a small sin.
I seriously don't think you would.
Seriously, I think I would. And then smooth things over.
For the whole world?
Who wouldn't cheat on her husband to make him a king?
I'd risk going to hell for that.
I don't think any woman would do that.
Yes there are...
a dozen of them.
But I think it is their husband's fault if a woman is unfaithful.
What if they stop fucking us...
and start fucking other women.
Or they get jealous, and tell us who we can hang out with.
Or what if they hit us
Well, we feel resentment...
and though we play it cool, we still get revenge.
Let husbands know... their wives have good sense, just like them.
Wives can see and smell...
and can taste both sweet and sour, just like their husbands can.
Why would they choose another woman over their wife?
Is it for fun?
I think so.
Is it out of lust?
I think so.
does that make them weak?
I think that too.
Don't wives have the same feelings of lust...
desire for fun, and and are weak like men are?
Then they should treat us well.
Or else they should know, the bad things we do are only following their example.
Good night.
- Be close by, I might fuck this up. - I'll be right here...
Be brave and make a stand.
It's just one man to kill. Come on sword, let's kill him.
If Cassio lives, I'll still be ugly compared to him.
He might tell Othello shit.
That would be dangerous for me. He has to die.
Asshole, you're going to die!
Help, hey!
Oh, I'm the asshole!
Murder! Murder!
Murder!
Something is fucked. That shouting is serious!
- Help! - Look!
I'm a fucking asshole!
Who's there?
- Who is shouting murder? - We don't know.
Did you hear shouting?
Here, for fuck's sake, help me!
Iago, help me.
Oh shit, Cassio! What assholes did this?
I think one is nearby and can't run away.
Fucking assholes!
Who's up there? Come down and help!
I need medical attention!
That's one of them!
Oh you fucking asshole murderer!
Fuck you, Iago.
Fucking bastard.
Where are these fucking killers? Hey! Murder! Murder!
This is the reason...
This is the reason, I know in my heart.
I won't say aloud, what that reason is.
But it's the reason.
But I won't shed her blood
or scar her skin, that's whiter than snow
and as smooth as marble.
But she has to die...
Or else she'll cheat on other men.
Put out the light...
and then...
put out her lights.
Who's there?
Your chill vibe almost makes me want to reconsider.
If you're this beautiful when you're dead, I'll kill you and still love you.
One more kiss...
This will be the last.
A sweet kiss has never been so deadly.
Othello?
Yes...
Desdemona.
Will you come to bed, Othello?
Have you said your prayers tonight, Desdemona?
Yes, Othello.
If you can think of any crime
you haven't atoned for, pray for forgiveness now.
Fuck, dude, what do you mean by that?
Just do it, and quickly. I'll wait.
I won't kill you if you haven't confessed.
No Heaven forbid, I won't send you to Hell.
You talk about killing?
Yes, I do.
Then heaven...
have mercy on me.
Amen...
I wholeheartedly agree!
Then I hope you won't kill me.
You're scaring me
Think about your sins.
My only sin is loving you.
And for that you'll die.
That's fucked up to kill someone for loving you.
Chill the fuck out!
Okay.
What's this about?
That handkerchief I gave you, you gave to Cassio.
No, I swear on my life! Ask him yourself.
Be careful about lying, you are about to die.
It's not my time to die.
Yes it is, now is the time!
Then god have mercy on me!
To that I say...
amen.
And you have mercy on me too!
I never betrayed you. I never loved Cassio
except as a friend.
I didn't give him the handkerchief.
By god, I saw my handkerchief in his hand!
Then he must have found it. I didn't give it to him.
Bring him here.
Let him tell you the truth.
He's already confessed.
Confessed to what?
That he fucked you.
What?
- Adulterous sex with me? - Yes.
- He wouldn't say that. - No...
He won't be saying anything anymore.
Iago has taken care of that.
What?
Is he dead?
Emilia...
Hurry, tell Othello and Desdemona what happened.
Oh shit, Cassio is betrayed...
and now I'm fucked.
Enough, whore!
You dare cry over him in front of me?!
Just banish me, Othello, but don't kill me!
Down, whore!
Kill me tomorrow...
But let me live tonight.
No!
If you resist...
Just half an hour!
- Now that I've started, I cannot stop. - Just to say one prayer!
It's too late.
What's was that? Is she still alive?
Not dead yet?
Othello, can I talk to you?
Who's there?
Please, I need to talk to you, Othello.
Yes, Emilia.
Just a minute.
- What's the problem? - There's been some fucked up murders.
- What, just now? - Just now, Othello.
It must be a full moon.
When it comes close to the Earth, it makes men crazy.
Cassio has killed a Venetian named Roderigo.
Roderigo and Cassio are dead?
- No, Cassio's not dead. - Cassio is not dead!
Then the murder was botched and revenge did not go as planned.
What was that noise?
That? What?
Oh shit, that was Desdemona!
Oh Desdemona, say something!
Sweet Desdemona! Oh, sweet mistress, say something!
Oh, who did this to you?
I killed her.
She cheated on me, and she was a whore.
You slander her, you asshole.
She was as fickle as the tides.
You're fucking nuts to say that. She was faithful.
Cassio fucked her! Ask your husband.
Damn me to hell if I didn't have a good reason.
Your husband knew everything.
- My husband? - Your husband.
That she was unfaithful?
Yes, with Cassio. She cheated on me.
- My husband? - Yes, he told me so.
That dude hates shit like adultery.
My husband?
Why are you repeating yourself, woman? I said your husband!
If he said that, may his soul slowly rot in hell.
He is full of shit.
She was totally into her fucked up marriage.
Kill me.
Killing her makes you no more worthy of Heaven than you were worthy her.
Help! Murder!
Chill...
the fuck out.
You don't have half the strength to hurt me more than I can endure.
Oh fuck!
You idiot. You dumb shit. You fucked up.
I'm not afraid of your sword.
I'll tell everyone what you did.
Help! Help!
Othello killed Desdemona!
Murder! Murder!
Murder!
What's up, Othello?
Who's shouting murder?
Oh, you're here, Iago?
You've done it now. Othello is blaming this murder on you
Call this asshole a liar. If you are man enough.
He said you told him his wife was unfaithful.
I know you couldn't be that big of an asshole.
Say something, I'm going nuts.
I told him what I thought...
no more than what he already knew to be true.
- But did you tell him she was unfaithful? - I did.
You told a lie...
A horrible lie. I swear it was a lie. A fucked up lie!
Did you say she fucked Cassio?
Yes, Cassio. Shut the fuck up!
I won't shut up. I must speak!
Desdemona lies murdered in her bed.
The rumor you spread caused this.
Don't look so surprised.
It is actually true.
Asshole...
Fucking asshole!
I get it now...
I saw this coming...
What? Are you nuts? I order you to go home.
Guys, let me say something.
I know I should obey my husband, but not now.
Maybe, Iago, I will never go home.
Yes...
Lie down and blubber about it!
You've killed the sweetest, most innocent woman that ever lived.
Oh, she was a skank! Iago knows that she and Cassio
fucked each other a bunch of times.
Cassio confessed to it, and she gave him my handkerchief...
I saw it in his hand.
Oh God!
Oh heavenly God!
Be smart...
and go home.
I will not.
Oh, you stupid Moor.
That handkerchief you're talking about, I happened to find.
and I gave it to Iago.
Bitch...
You liar!
For fuck's sake, I'm not lying! I found it!
God of thunder, strike down this...
Fucking Asshole!
Stop, asshole!
Lay me next to Desdemona.
What did your song mean, lady?
Hey, can you hear me?
I'll die like a swan, singing.
Willow...
willow, willow
Othello, she was faithful.
She loved you, you asshole.
I swear on my dying soul...
I'm telling the truth.
As I say this, I'm dying.
I'm dead.
Where is this impulsive, miserable motherfucker?
You're talking about Othello.
That's me.
Where is that snake, Iago?
Bring that asshole over here.
The devil is supposed to have hooves...
but that's just a fairy tale.
If you are the devil...
I won't be able to kill you.
I'm bleeding...
but you didn't kill me.
I'm not mad about it.
I want you to live.
because for me...
death would be sweet.
This scumbag...
has confessed to part of his sinister plan.
Did you two conspire...
to kill Cassio?
Yes.
Dude, I never gave you a reason to kill me.
You're right. Will you accept my apology?
Will you, please...
ask this man-devil...
why he manipulated me?
Don't ask me anything.
You know what you know.
From now on...
I'm not saying shit.
Well...
Try your best.
You have to come with us.
You've been stripped of your authority and rank.
Cassio will govern Cyprus.
Come, take him away.
Wait, I have something to say.
I've been loyal to Venice. They know I'm the shit.
Aw... fuck it.
Please...
In your reports, when you write about this fucked up shit...
speak about me objectively.
Don't make excuses for me...
Or add in any bullshit out of spite.
Describe me as a man...
Who was crazy in love, but fucked it all up.
A man who was not usually jealous, but was manipulated...
and was made super jealous.
A man who behaved like a basic bitch
choosing Rosé over Cristal.
A man who doesn't get emotional easily
and is not used to crying...
dropped tears like the clouds in Portland...
drop rain.
Write all that down.
And also write...
That once in Aleppo...
When a malicious Turk wearing a turban...
Beat the shit out of a Venetian...
Violating Venetian law...
I grabbed him by the throat...
That Motherfucker
and killed him...
Like this.
I kissed you...
before I killed you.
There's only one way to do this...
As I kill myself...
I die with a kiss.
I was afraid this would happen. But didn't know he had a weapon.
Because he was a brave man.
Motherfucker!
Look at this fucked up shit!
This is your fault.
And you, my Lord Governor...
It's up to you how to punish this asshole.
The time...
The place...
The kind of torture. Oh, make it fucked up!
I will ship off immediately...
and go to Venice.
This fucked up shit,
With a heavy heart, I'll tell them about.