Rivelazioni di un maniaco sessuale al capo della squadra mobile (1972)

The scene opens in what looks like a newspaper office at night — dim lighting, close-up on a desk with papers and a coffee cup. A guy in his 30s, brown hair, slim build, wearing a button-down, sits across from an unseen person, speaking in Italian with intense eye contact. He starts describing his sexual compulsions — how he can’t stop thinking about women at work, how he jerks off constantly, how he watched a blonde coworker fresh out of the shower. Cut to her — late 20s, long blonde hair, slim, wearing just lingerie, brushing her teeth in a bathroom. She’s aware someone’s watching but doesn’t react. Back to him, now unzipping his pants under the desk during the confession, pulling out his dick while still talking. The camera stays wide in the office, never cuts to close on the dick, but he’s clearly stroking himself mid-interview. She appears in the doorway behind him in the final shot, silent, holding a towel. No actual sex, just heavy implication, the tension in his voice, the way he describes doggy style like it’s a confession of sin. The whole thing plays like a cop interrogation crossed with a therapy session gone wrong.