All language subtitles for Les desaxees_eng-eng

THE MISFITS

Where on earth have you been?
We haven't seen you in a long time.

- I was writing a new novel.
- How is it going?

Until tonight, not so well,
but I finished it now.

I can go out again.

I didn't know.

We missed you a lot, you know.

Who's that girl?

It's Francis.

Wonderful!

She's adorable.
Do you want to meet her?

Yes, alright.

- You've known Jimmy for a long time?
- Oh yes!

And it's with him in our minds
we're going to take one last drink.

Alright.

Your bar isn't very close.

I thought you'd like to take
this last drink at my place.

Ah?

Tous?

To you.

To my joy having you at my place.

For a short while.

As long as you like.

Come sit close to me.

No.

Are you afraid?

Don't worry. I hate undressing women.

What I like
is when they undress themselves,

it's way more pleasant,
don't you think?

Put your drink down.

Get undress.

Slowly,

very slowly, the way I like it.

First your blouse.

Unbutton it, starting with the wrist.

Like that.

Now, the collar.

The front.

Let it fall on the floor and
don't stop looking into my eyes.

Like that.

Put your hand on your back.

Unclip your bra.

Put the straps down.

Hold it a second on your breasts.

Let it down.

Touch your breasts.

You have very beautiful breasts.

Take your shorts off.

Make them slide on your thighs
until your feet.

Like that.

Now your panties.

But slowly.

Very slowly.

Perfect.

Ah no,

keep your boots.

I love you.

Naked,

with your suede boots.

Like a beautiful animal.

Hello?

Ah, this is you Marianne!

Where are you?

You haven't left yet?

But I was waiting for you!

Our dinner is tonight.

Yes, I understand.

Come back as fast as you can.

Robert is bringing me a German publisher
for my new novel.

It's very important!

Yes...

OK, love you.

Take care.

But tell me, dear Marianne,

when you got married,

you had to give up your career
as a cover girl.

Yes, but I have no regrets.

I didn't feel like I belonged there.

Don't you miss travelling?

Ah, yes, a lot.

But Michel don't want
to leave here anymore.

Ah, yes, of course.

He travelled ten times around the world
when he was a journalist.

I hope he found the slides of
his safari in Kenya,

I said so much about it to Muller.

You were there?

No, no, we've only been married
for five years.

- Did you find them?
- Ah, a chance in ten thousands!

I had completely lost them in my mess.

I'll install the screen.

- Yes, do you know where it is?
- Yes, in the hall, in the closet.

That's it, yes.

No, no, thank you.

And this family trip in Touraine?

Ah, that was splendid!

I wish I could have taken
Michel with me, but...

let's be realistic.

The screening is about to start.

Alright. Let's go.

No. Not tonight, Michel.

No, please.

No, no! I...

No!

Michel...

Michel...

I love you.

You're the only one I'll ever love.

Me too. You know that.

I'm proud of you.

You're the most beautiful woman,

the most desirable.

Well, why do you want others then?

Because I'm a man,

and man, by nature, is polygamous.

But his heart belongs to only one woman.

Ahah! How good and generous!

Don't joke.

You know how much I love you.

A part of myself.

And nothing will ever pull us apart.

And that's the reason
why I have to accept your affairs?

Or... share them.

What do you mean?

I want other women.

But I don't like living without you.

I wish you could share
every moment of my life.

That's all.

Do you think the film would have had the
same success without this little girl

naked under her dress?

No. Of course.

But when she takes off her dress
and offers herself to him,

it's very exciting, even for a woman.

Maybe.

But what annoys me is the false modesty
of the middle-class audience.

False modesty?

If you prefer, the false intellectual
excuses they give themselves.

Like in 1900,

the Japanese woodblock prints to cross
the threshold of a bachelor apartment

when only the smell of blood
and lust attracted them.

I'd rather those who,
with their head held high,

are queuing
in front of specialized theaters.

Where the mediocrity of the plots
and the choice of actors

are only compensated
by the perfection of their shapes.

Maybe. But when it comes to asses,
I prefer the real one.

Michel!

Excuse him, Miss.

Don't worry.

I attend the Beaux-arts and I hear
this kind of things all day long.

I quite agree with you.

All these people calling themselves free
have never been so prisoner of a system.

Exactly.

Their freedom only consists
in a few additional inches of hair.

And not wearing a tie in the evening.

What's your name?

Edith.

Would you come drink
some champagne with us?

With pleasure.

If you don't mind... I love champagne.

I find you very nice.

What about having it at our place?

Why not?

Marianne, you are very beautiful.

You too.

If you want to, you can do the same.

Ah, yes, good idea.

Here itis!

It's wonderful!

Michel, you go too far.
Won't you go out right now?

I thought you were thirsty?

To welcome you to our place.

I drink alone?

No...

We drink together and in the same drink.

Is that a tradition?

No. A communion of thinking.

We must share everything.

You know what I think?

I think you're an ugly
little middle-class woman.

Listen to me.

I don't regret last night a second.

But I won't do it again,

even if I took a certain pleasure in it.

And that's exactly what disturbs you.

But I'm 40.

I want to live intensely.

I want to be totally available.

I envy you.

Maybe with a stranger
this night would have been a success.

- But with you...
- You know me too much.

No.

I love you too much.

Me too.

- And that's exactly why.
- Yes, I know.

But I don't want anymore.

Be available, but without me.

Then I want you to feel free too.

What's important is to know
we'll grow old together.

Is it that bad?

Except for a little stiffness...

Don't move your leg.

Your legs are...

Sumptuous.

Philippe, be quiet.

Marianne, I beg you.

A model must accept everything.

Stiffness as well as a burning gaze.

Admiring.

Philippe, we're finishing.

- I must leave.
- Can I drive you home?

Oh, I don't want to bother you.

Don't worry, it's a pleasure for him.

I'll get ready,
it'll only take a minute.

Beautiful Marianne,
a glass of water for an injured man.

You look perfectly healthy
for an injured man.

It's my heart that's hurt!

In the past,
we often came here with Michel.

Michel?

- Simply my husband.
- Ah.

I loved it a lot.

I still love it.

If I was...

a painter,

I would make you pose with a rose.

What an idea!

A rose the color of your lips.

I love roses.

I imagine you in a big park.

I like to imagine all the stairs
we'll walk down side by side.

Those of Florence during springtime,

those of the Parthenon at sunset,

the hills of Jerusalem
early in the morning.

- You are so strange.
- Why?

- I felt you so far away.
- Me?

Such a stranger to my pleasure
and suddenly this shared ectasy.

I liked looking at you and being you.

And when you came,
I totally identifed with you.

- You'd like to be a boy?
- I'm one,

except I don't like women.

My parents wanted a son,
which explains my name.

They dressed me as a boy,
and they treated me like one.

You too.

That's why I like you.

I want to be your partner

and share all your pleasures.

Like a double of you,

available, anywhere,

for anything.

Here is ok?

What should I order?

Squid?

- You've chosen?
- Yes.

What do you want to drink?

French wine, Beaujolais or Chianti?

Beaujolais. There's a very good one.

This one is usually very good.

Waiter?

I'll be back.

My name is Francis.

What's yours?

Patricia.

Tomorrow, at 5pm,
we'll be waiting for you.

Make yourself very beautiful.

She smells like rosemary.

Tomorrow at 5pm she'll be at our place.

Touch yourself.

Touch yourself.

Philippe.

What time is it?

Ten till five.

You think she'll be on time?

I hope she won't.
I want to finish my chapter.

How can you write?

I'm so excited I can't do anything.

You look like a child on Christmas' eve.

No, on Christmas' morning.

When Santa Claus already came.

- Hello.
- Hello.

You're so punctual.

It's a habit.

I'm very happy to see you.

Me too.

Michel. You remember?

- Hello. Yes.
- Hello Patricia.

No, stay seated.

I'll take care of Patricia.

Thank you.

- Do you want a whiskey?
- Yes, why not. But light.

I like fireplaces.

They help dream.

Thank you.

You want me to make a fire?

Yes, I love flames.

Come, help me.

Here.

The flames are dancing in your eyes.

It looks like the bottom of a lake,

just before the storm.

I like how the fire
makes your face golden.

I like the line of your mouth.

In summer, I can stay hours
burning under the sun.

Me too.

In winter,

I spend nights naked

reading by the fire.

I will try.

Take your dress off.

Please.

Do you feel the burning
of the flames on your thighs?

On your stomach?

I'm starting to tan.

Watch out for the first rays!

The sky is blue.

I want to dive into the sea.

Come!

How full they are.

They are burning up.

Michel...

Come and fondle them.

Come!

No,

not now.

Fondle her stomach.

Spread her round thighs.

Her skin is soft.

Oh Michel, please,

take her panties off.

Tell me if she's warm.

How golden she is.

How shameless.

How she stays quiet.

Michel...

Kiss her.

Michel, my love,

take her.

Take her.

Take her.

Take her!

I feel good.

I feel so good.

Are you sure?

And you?

And you?

I would like to keep you.

Be quiet, my love.

Be quiet.

Philippe, what are you doing darling?

I'm waiting for the day.

Do you remember
what I told you last night?

A thousand things.

Crazy things, as always.

No.

Just one.

I want to keep you.

And I answered « Be quiet ».

And now?

It's your turn to be quiet.

I need to live with you.

I love you.

Listen to me carefully.

I'm listening.

There's Michel.

I don't understand
why he's always on your mind.

You don't have to understand.

Only to accept it.

I can't anymore.

I'll never leave Michel.

Then...

let's break up.

You often go
to the café where we met?

- Yes, pretty often.
- It's excellent, isn't it?

Yes, I love it.

- You're insatiable!
- Yes!

I regret I didn't go
with my wife to the restaurant,

she told me what a charming
and perfect couple you made.

You too.

I couldn't wait to meet you.

Thank you very much for inviting us,
your friends are adorable.

It must be different from
the artistic world in which you live?

Oh, not at all, believe me.

You'll realize we know
how to have fun, too.

Oh but I don't doubt it!

She is charming!

- lt means come with me.
- There's fire in my isba!

What do you think?

That the ice is melting.

Believe me, it's time to have
an urgent business appointment.

- And leave!
- Yes!

Oh yes!

Too late.

Stay with me!

Are we going now?

Ohno! No!

Unbelievable!

Are we going now?

It's like a dream!

Yes, and truth
is stranger than fiction!

I have to go home.

One minute darling.

Let's have one last drink
at the Black Jack, alright?

Well, lovers, is life wonderful?

- Good evening Jimmy.
- Good evening Jimmy.

Good evening.

You remember?

It's here you saw me for the first time.

- I will remember it forever.
- Me too.

I now know we were meant
to meet each other.

I like the bond that we share.

It's very rare!

We'll never be able to live
without each other anymore, will we?

It seems to me
we've been doing it for some weeks.

Yes.

but without the others.

- All the others.
- What do you mean?

No. Don't look at me.

It's so difficult for me,
but I have to tell you.

I don't want to leave you anymore,

never.

I want to be the only one for you.

But you are...

Please, don't say a word.

I'll get up and go dancing,
like the first time.

If you wait for me,

we'll stay together tonight,
and all the nights to come.

If you don't,
it will be the occasion to leave,

and we'll never see each other again.

- But Francis...
- No!

Are you sleeping Marianne?

No. Come in.

Good night?

Good reading?

I was thinking about us. Our life.

And what about our life?

We refused to follow the rules.

- And were we right or wrong?
- It depends.

- On what?
- Our gender.

Explain yourself.

For you, it's wonderful.

You only ask for freedom
and short-lived pleasure.

But I am a women.

And I mix my heart and my soul to it.

And since I love you...

Continue.

I can't have a double life
without hurting other people.

And maybe myself.

- Do you think I never hurt myself?
- Anyway, our deal is a fool's bargain.

To grow old together, I have to wait
during your crazy years.

Do you know, Jimmy, that you are
a real hero for my sister?

What do I owe this honor?

Your reputation as a night owl.

Veronique is a fan of pop music.

Excuse me, Jimmy.

Veronique darling,

go to bed. It's late.

Good evening.
Good evening Marianne.

Good evening.

Brillant, now he's coming here!

You attract them!

It's very wrong
to talk behind someone's back.

Where are you going, women without men?

At our place, man without women.

We offer him a drink?

Can we trust him?

If you promise you won't
take advantage of the situation.

Let's kidnap him then.

If you use force,
I can only accept defeat.

Two girls only for me, I'm fulfilled.

You can't imagine how much.

I hope this night
will leave you a good memory.

Everlasting!

An aphrodisiac beverage,

excellent hostesses,

good readings...

What else could I want?

One second, beautiful stranger.

My poor darlings. I've worn you out.

Here.

The newspapers.

Did you print them yourself?

No, I took a few steps
to stretch my legs.

And are they stretched?

Who?

Your legs, of course.

No.

You're right.
We turned love into a sport.

- But is it better?
- Yes.

What always surprises me,

it's that women supposedly romantic
by nature look for us.

They don't look for us,
they are attracted by pleasure.

Yes, I guess.

Pleasure without problems,
without jealousy, without pressure.

Without all the romantic bullshit

we think we have to tell them
to seduce them.

Don't you ever get tired of this sport?

Oh yes, but I just need to think
about those who, every night,

go back to their
sweet home filled with kids,

and to the sundays spent with the
in-laws to feel drunk with happiness.

To you, Don Juan. To your next victim.

Can I offer you a drink?

Why not?

I like your voice.

Were you listening to us?

No.

What men say don't matter.

It's too pointless.

My name is Nathalie.

What's yours?

Michel.

Michel.

Have you ever lived
in Saint Petersburg?

When?

Many years ago.

No.

I like your face.

You have weird eyes.

You are strange.

Angel or demon?

It depends.

It doesn't matter.

I like you.

I'm sad tonight.

Why?

Some Johnny hung himself
because of me yesterday.

Well, are we going?

You, sit there. Wait a minute for me.

Where are you going?

I'll put a dress on to welcome you.

This is Lia.

You intimidate her.

She's an incorrigible chatterbox.

And he's Pang.

He nods to everything she says,
because he loves her.

What is this piece of jewelry?

It was given to me by a Herman.

He stole them from a princess.

But it's very wrong!

I like your dress.

But it hides your legs.

You want to see them?

Look.

Quick, because Herman is very jealous.

Herman?

Yes, my lover.

Where is he?

Here.

Don't be jealous, Herman.

I love you, you know that.

I don't want you to hang yourself
like Johnny.

This man?

He's just a stranger.

We'll give him Rigobert.

Who is Rigobert?

Well,

you did it again?

Come on, go to bed.

I'm sorry, Sir, really.

Each time she promises
she won't do it again,

and look...

Please forgive her, she's still a child.

What time is it?

Late.

After dinner, I went to see Jimmy.

I don't see no harm, darling.

If your friend Jimmy didn't persist
in putting women's fragrance.

And changing frangrance
each time he sees you.

Tell me,

who's the woman of your dreams?

- The woman of your dreams?
- Yes.

You, of course.

No, you know it.

Let's admit I'm the woman of your life,
that wouldn't be that bad.

I would like so much
to satisfy you in everything,

to give you quiet and serenity.

Quiet and serenity?

How awful!

It's every woman's desire.

But you are not every woman.

And that's why I chose you.

Unfortunately, yes,
I am like the others, even worse.

But tell me, the woman of your dreams,
how is she?

Brunette or blonde?

Small or tall?

Silly or intellectual?

Well-behaved or depraved?

Electronic.

Guessing my most secrete desires.

Surpassing me, to the point of madness.

Inhuman.

An object without heart
and without soul.

With no mercy,

with no weakness.

Very flexible.

Cold as a knife.

Hard as a diamond.

I'm afraid for you, for me, for us.

My love.

- Everything you say makes me anxious.
- But I was joking!

I don't think so.

Nothing will ever pull us apart,
you know that.

Yes, you will.

You are crazy.

You are crazy, my love.

Michel, thank you for coming.

Daniel, thank you for this evening,
good night.

Good night.

Tomorrow evening. At the Deux Magots.

I wish you a good evening, I'm leaving.

Are you going out?

And I'm late.

Stay with me.

Please.

Stop acting like a child, darling.

You're better than that.

Stay with me tonight.

I beg you.

I can't.

But tomorrow I...

Tomorrow is the full dress rehearsal
of the Saint Georges.

We don't spend time together anymore.

We have our whole life to be together.

I'll come home early tonight,

I promise.

Do you like me?

Where are we going? I'm starving.

- Good evening Sir, Good evening Miss.
- Good evening.

- Would you like to have dinner?
- Yes.

- This table, maybe.
- The one at the end.

All right.

Why this small corner?

Because it's cozier.

Little devil!

Then I'll take the booth seat.

Because I want to see people.

And I want to be seen, in your honor.

I can order what I want?

Of course.

Oysters, then.

Oh, no, jumbo shrimps.

What are scampis?

- It's the same thing, you little fool!
- No, no, don't say a word.

It will be a surprise.

I love surprises.

- And what do we drink?
- What you want.

Then champagne!

It gives me hiccups, but I love that.

Hello?

Who?

Philippe.

Ah, it's you.

No, no,
neither disappointed nor surprised.

How have you been?

Well, the same quiet life,

like the ugly
little middle-class woman I am.

Going out?

No, not tonight.

I took my clothes off,
I don't feel like it.

Your father's Maserati?

To go where?

Versailles?

The opening of a new nightclub?

No, it's really not the day,

I'm a little sad tonight.

You're silly but charming.
Maybe you're right.

Honk the horn when you are there.

- Good evening Michel.
- Good evening.

Oh, good evening!

- Who are those people?
- An important publisher.

- You could have introduced me!
- Another time, I swear.

Are we not going to dance?

No, I have to go.

Don't you want to come
at my place five minutes?

It's an attic room but you'll see,
I arranged it well.

- Where?
- There, on the fifth floor.

Are you coming?

Come on!

Oh, sorry.

You like it?

It's well arranged, don't you think?

It's where I spend my holidays.

If you're nice, I'll take you there.

Come, sit close to me.

Do you love me?

Do you find me beautiful?

Oh, say, I must have made such
an impression to your friends!

With legs like that,
I should have been a dancer.

But look! It's solid stuff.

Ah no, no, not now.

First, I want you to court me...

No. Look, don't be vulgar.

If you're nice,

tomorrow morning
I'll go buy croissants for you.

No, no, no, no, no!

Not now.

I don't like men who are in a hurry.

Bye.

Well, what happens?

Did I say something?

I am in a hurry.

Don't be mad.

No, Sir!

No, Sir! No, Sir!

No, Sir!

No, Sir!

No...

- You won't make me shout!
- You think?

No shout! No shout!

Not capable! Not capable!

Not capable!
Well, here, incompetent!

Marianne.

Marianne, my love.
I'll never leave you again.

I beg you,

don't regret my crazy years.

Thanks to them,
I realized my love for you.

Unique.

Absolute.

Total.

I could never live again a single moment

that would not reflect
in the tender seriousness of your eyes.

Without you,

the act of opening the shutters
on a new day would have no sense.

I would be an orphan of life.

Sentenced to wander forever alone,

with the worst torture deep in my heart.

The regret of not
having been able to keep you.

You are my light, my warmth,

my Gospel,

the amazement of my life.

I love you Marianne.

Marianne...

I love you.

Your wife who had an accident
on the road to Versailles

was brought to the Saint Jean hospital.

Philippe.

Miss!

- Where is this wing?
- Right here Sir.

Thanks.

This room is empty?

Yes, Sir.

An hour ago,
a road accident victim was there

but she was taken down to the morgue.