All language subtitles for Sweet Ecstasy (Douce violence) (1962) ENG. subs

SWEET VIOLENCE

Laura, I beg you...

...for the last time.
Let's go away together!

Your ways are too dangerous.

I value our love.
But I value my life, too.

We'll never see each other again.

Never.

Bravo, Children.

Do it that way tomorrow night
and we'll have a success.

- You were great, Claire.
- Thank you.

That's it for today.

Thanks Claire, that was great.

By me way, Garcia...

Robert... You again...

You follow me everywhere.

Please.

Your paper has got money to waste.
- Yeah.

My paper is rich.
Tell me about the play.

On, I'm really exhausted.

Give me five minutes.

Please, Miss.

Five minutes.

Oh no. I said five minutes!

Oh! It's you.

Always surrounded.

Were you out there?

I saw Robert.

Was it social or professional?

Oh, how stupid. Robert!

Robert and I have known
each other since... Oh, let's drop it.

'Fred?

Tired from what?

I see. Of course.
Little brother's out of money.

Wrong guess.

Even more serious?
Are you in love?

No. Just depressed.

That's the end.

I'm sick of your moods.

I thought that little trip to
the coast would change your mood.

- But Claire, you don't understand.
- I understand one thing.

You're too spoiled. And me,
I'm much to weak with you.

Instead of being grateful, you just...

Here we are ready or not
Now tell us about your play.

It's a masterpiece.

I only act in masterpieces.

Here please...
Thank you.

It's a really interesting part.

The character is a tom woman,
a complex one.

I loved
the sun above the forest...

shining through the cypress branches.

The million brilliant specs
of light in disarray,

in fearful silence,
in motionless silence.

I believe the silence of the
forest has been broken.

Pardon me... Olivier.

Barbara.

Did I upset you, Barbara?

Not at all.

Fine, then I'll do it again
at tomorrow's rehearsal.

You were rehearsing?

Oh, no. I'm working on my accent.

Your accent is lovely.
You're Italian?

I want to work in France.

I've got a very tiny part in that play.

Oh I know. Only Claire matters.

Ifs always the same.

You don't like her?

I have to.
She's my sister.

You're a strange guy.
I hope you don't mind my saying so.

No. Should I mind?

I've never seen you at rehearsals.
Don't you like heater?

What do you like?

I don't know.
I don't know any more.

I'd like to be a sailor,
an engineer or maybe a writer.

But that all takes too long.

What about you? What do you like?

Lots of things.

Tell me.

It's difficult.

Teach me how to like what you like.

Too long!
And you seem to be in a hurry.

Me?
I don't know what to do with my life.

What are you thinking of?

I live up there.

Careful, ifs at the next crossroad.

A house overlooking me sea.

Must be pleasant.

Where are you going?
Ifs not the right way.

I know. But you're thirsty.
And so am I. So...

So? Let's go for a drink.

It's the beautiful
and inaccessible Barbara.

- Idiot.
- Thanks.

I hate you! I hate you!

That boy is handsome.

Two pigeons were tenderly in love...

Hi there.

Friends of yours?

In a way.

Hey, Barbara can't we meet
your boyfriend?

Great couple!

Let's go to them
or they'll go on bothering us.

Hello, how are you doing?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Sit down there.

Barbara!

That one seems successful!

What is it to you?

Nothing. Nothing matters to me.

Good for you.

That one mere, that's Charlie.

He loves Choutte.

She does not care.

Next we have the Flemish guy.
He never speaks.

Ifs convenient.

And those two are madly in love.
Ifs wonderful.

- And what do they do for a living?
- They're students.

Distinguished mark:
from wealthy families.

You too, right?

I...

I love no one.
They say it's in my nature.

That's what Maitre said.

Maitre. He's the one with Barbara.

He's graduating in Political Science.

He knows everything.

And the new ones...
We met when we were driving around.

They had such a shock that
they simply won't leave us.

- But, I'd like w.
- What?

Love you.

- Always pretty fast our Elke.
- Jealous?

Jealousy is the son of feeling
we don't allow.

What are you getting at?

Nothing. What about you?

Too bad that you're so reserved.
I quite like you.

He actually blushed.
It's great! Wonderful!

I just adore shy men.

Mick is late.
I don't like waiting.

She's supposed to take us
all out on her yacht.

Champagne. Whiskey. Gaiety. Music.
Are you interested?

No. I'm allergic to crowds.

My poor Barbara.

You're never so alone as
in the middle of a crowd.

- You promise, Choutte, you promise?
- Yes.

Oh, there she is now.
Here's Mick.

Did your family leave?
Do we have the yacht?

They're gone and it's all ours.

Hey, Romeo and Juliet, come on.
We've got the yacht.

Will you come?

- You're coming too?
- No, go without me.

- I'll take you back. I know the way.

Go, we'll meet again.

Elke.

- Bob, you go in his car.
- But...

Go on.

Forget about it!
We'll see them tonight.

Do the same!

Hey... my boat!

I hate you.

I love you.

Are you happy?

Happy?

What does it mean?

I feel good, that's enough.

You see life through rose tinted
spectacles.

It doesn't suit you.

It doesn't suit us.

Happiness is just a Hollywood fantasy.

Me. I'm free.

I feel neither happy nor unhappy.

I take or I leave.

But I never get taken.

Oh, indeed...

Not even surprised?

I didn't like to know whom by.

But I too, you know, I am...

free.

Free to dazzle that newcomer...

A bit too easy, isn't it?

Olivier...

Would you care?

No.

It's amusing.

He's definitely from another world.

A nice young man.

It's been a long time since we've
had a specimen like that one.

I wonder if we can still save him.

In any case, he needs to be educated.

You're interested, I bet.

Why not? It could be awfully nice.

Ifs nice work.

It's refreshing.

Well, he is yours.
If you can win him over.

But I fear that you'll frighten him.

What about me?

Do I frighten you?

No whisky for me. Vodka.

Champagne sometimes
but whisky, never.

Here, drink with me, the Russian way

One, two, three. Hup.

Drink!

No, I've got nothing to forget.

I don't drink to forget
Just to drink.

Go on. Drink!

You poor kid. I sympathize.
I've suffered that way too.

Which way?

To live: how, why, where?

You see I used to wonder about all that.

And now?

Now, I don't wonder.

Is purposeless. It's false. The trick is don think. I

Don't even think about not thinking.

- What's life for men?
- The instincts.

They're me only truth"

Moralists tried to classify them

as good or bad.

What you need to do

is satisfy them.

All of them.

A free man does not choose.

Today, here's no gaiety any more.

- No more women.
- No women. You exaggerate, Popov.

There are no women any more!

Like that?

You prefer the other side of life?
The order, the routine of sentiments?

- No.
- Well?

When you leave that to discover
the other side, you still feel bad...

No. Of that we're positive.

- Then just routine.
- No.

We've chosen our way.
We have to follow through.

Follow through to what?

To what you are.
What you love.

If you know what you love.

You beautiful woman.

Me do with you like Cossacks...

One, two, three...

Popov... leave me alone.

But...

To Russia!

Here's to Mick...

To Mick!

What am I to you?

You love Maitre
and want to make him jealous?

I love your skin.

Your eyes.

Words are useless.

So stop talking and
kiss me better than that.

Take me...

And after that?

After? Nothing.

Is that enough for you?

Not for you?

What we must do is follow through.
Didn't Maitre teach you?

If there's nothing afterwards,
we're not following through.

Just take me.

No.

There's something that lasts forever.

Don't you like me?

I do.

But I won't.

I may be living through a dream.

Elke! Elke!
If only you could understand...

I understand one thing.
I'm wasting my time with you.

You pathetic creep.

You want to talk?
Well... talk...

Talk until the sea
and the fish answer you.

Hey, you... What are you doing here?

I'm taking the air.
Isn't it allowed?

You're on our territory. You belong
with the grown-ups downstairs.

I like you.
Kiss me, won't you?

Now.

You promised
you'd stay with me tonight.

Oh, is that so? I'm sick of you
and your love.

Love's made for old ghouls.

Bravo Choutte.
She's right.

Girls, pal...
you mustn't attach value to them.

What's with you?
Are you stupid?

Charlie loves you.

Charlie's too young.
He's annoying.

And he's a sentimental ninny.

- He's annoying.
- I have no time to waste.

Listen to me!
Quiet, you drunkards!

I find your partying
depressingly monotonous.

No imagination.

Thus, I, Philippe Maitre, your Lord
and Master, have decided

to rescue you from tedium
by auctioning off my beloved mistress...

Elke.

Come close, come close.
Come close and see for yourselves.

A superb creature. Ideal.

No defects visible or hidden.

You'll find her submissive and
attentive to your every whim.

- I'll take her.
- How much?

I'm not asking you for any money.

Wishing to secure her future,
I'll give her to the man or woman mat...

- I'm broad minded you see.
- This is wonderful.

The man or woman
who has me most to offer.

Now then what are my bids?

I offer her my heart.

I'm sorry ifs of no value.

Well if Russia would be my Russia...

I'd make her
a Lady in Waiting to the Empress.

Much too iffy.

She'll be my children's mother.

Next one.

I'll share my bed and my fortune!

Do I hear more? Bidding done?

Going once. Going twice.
Three times.

Gone!

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Smoke! Look!

Get the lifeboats out!

Elke.
Where is Elke?

Is Elke with you?

No.

Is Elke with you?

No.

We must do something.

You're not going to chicken out!
You cowards!

We're a bit over-crowded.

Why don't you swim back to your boat?

Gosh!

Make yourself at home, Olivier.

If you'll allow me a second,
I'll go and make myself presentable.

I won't bore you with rehearsal stories.

I know you don't like the theater.

You're awfully quiet out there Olivier.

What are you doing?

You're meditating?

They're here.

- They behave as if...
- As if nothing had happened.

You've heard?

Sure, ifs in all the newspapers.

A band of juvenile delinquents
set fire to a yacht.

You're going to lecture me?

I'm not Claire.

Claire? Oh, she didn't lecture me.
It's worse.

She's afraid of one thing:

seeing her precious name
muddied by such a scandal.

When I left, she was mad.

Then suddenly,
I felt like seeing you,

talking to you.

So I came.
Was I right to?

You were.

Thank you.

How is Elke doing?

Elke?
Elke doesn't understand a thing.

While I am understanding,

someone you can confess to.

Wrong.

Actually, above all, I want to...

Why?

I was feeling happy
for the first time.

Do you hold it against me?

Don't.

You won't?

You don't like me.

Yes. But there's more to it all.

What else?

Love.

When I look around, I can't believe it.

Don't look around, then.
Look inside yourself.

You're afraid?

I'm ungainly, irascible, conceited.

I know.

Ambitious, violent as
all men without character.

I know.

Worst of all...

I don't know what I want.
I don't know anything.

A man who knows at your age
is finished.

And I can bring you nothing.

- What about me?
- You sure can.

- But it must be mutual.
- Let's try.

What are you doing here?

I just put my grandmother
on that plane to Paris.

Today's grandmothers
are afraid of nothing.

Why the long face?

Trouble with my sister.

- Over the yacht?
- Yes.

She made an awful scene.

"Aren't you ashamed?"
"After all I've done." and so on.

She never wants to see me.

- You mink she meant it?
- Of course not.

I was just a child when
my parents died. She brought me up.

She's like a mother to me.

She'll be over it in a couple of days.
But until then...

Until then you can stay with Mick

She's got enough room
for an entire Army.

I saw Barbara.

She talked about love eternal.

Something like that.

With her, it's that or nothing at all.

Well, I didn't play her game.

Love. Fidelity.
If you ask me it's a funeral.

You know, I just detest funerals.

You've seen Mick?

No.

Welcome to the Villa di Fiori.

'That's her way of welcoming new arrivals.

Say, I brought a refugee.

His sister kicked him out.

Aw, poor dear. I'll take care of you.

Say, did you hear from your father?

I missed him this morning.
He's calling from L.A. tonight.

I'll handle him. Don't worry.

What room would you like,
modem or Louis XV?

Her father will press charges?

If he does,

lots of problems to come.

Checkmate.

Listen everybody.

I've been discussing this
whole mess with Choutte.

Now, after all, who's responsible?

Charlie and his adolescent jealousies.

- O.K.?
- O.K.

Don't you agree?

No.

You can't blame someone
if ifs an accident.

I think we must mark the occasion.

Whether or not you approve.

Now here's what we do.

I've been thinking about you a lot.

Oh yeah? I didn't.

Thanks.

Well, what did you imagine?

That I'd call you my hero
and remain forever grateful?

Gratitude. I loathe it.

And besides ifs over.

I didn't imagine anything.

Hi everyone.

- Come on honey, let's take a walk.
- Let's go swimming.

What's wrong with you all?

What's going on here?
Choutte, tell me what's wrong!

What you did is nice.

Silly, isn't it?

We like each other and yet.

You know, sometimes, I really think
Maitre exaggerates.

Do you now?

You startled me.

Do you think I exaggerate?

Yes indeed.

I've never heard you talk
like this before.

And to what do we owe your
sudden change of attitude?

You're getting on my nerves,
with your sarcastic sentences.

Don't bother.

Where's your rifle?

I can get it. Why?

We'll shoot pigeons.

Sometimes I think I'm suffocating.

It's terrible with Maitre.
You're never free.

I like you.
Ifs simple enough, right?

Well... no, it isn't.
I must send you away.

Otherwise, I'm weak.
Too emotional.

You
Last night on the boat and today...

I didn't really want to say what I said.

But that's how it is.

I understand.

Never before, Olivier...

What?

Wanting to be with someone
but not only to...

What do you feel about mat game?

Real pigeons.

Shall I pull the trigger?

You can't be serious.

These two love birds are free to
"Bill and Coo" as they want to.

So we do nothing.

Nothing.

Don't catch cold, children.

Just between us, don't you think
you'd be happier doing it in bed?

You're disappointing.

Am I!?

You chickened out.

You're naive. As all Americans.
Always ready to pull the trigger

or throw your fist out.

My poor girl. It's safer and cleaner
to destroy morally rather than physically.

What do you mean?

Wait and see.

Olivier, it's for you.

Thank you.

Hello.

- Olivier?
- Yes.

Charlie speaking.
Something great has just happened.

Yeah? What is it?

When I got home tonight,
I found a note from Choutte.

Listen, I'll read it to you.
It says,

If you want to see me again,
I'll be waiting in the arena at midnight.

I'll be nice. I'll prove to you
tonight just how sorry I am?"

Well? What do you think?

It's odd.

Odd? It's fantastic. Don't you
understand, she loves me!

I just had to tell you.
Good night Olivier.

Good night.

Olivier, hell, Olivier!

What?

Listen, I want to thank you for
being so swell this afternoon.

Yes, sir?

Are Miss Mick and her guests
still dawn there?

No Sir, they all went out
about an hour ago.

Thank you.

Yes, Hello?

Hello Olivier, if you drop
around the arena tonight,

you'll have some very
interesting entertainment.

Choutte...

It's me.

It's Charlie.

Choutte.

Where are you?
It's Charlie.

Looking for me Charlie?

I'm here.
Nice of you to come.

What do you want?

Choutte!

I told you I was thinking of you.

See? I'm true to my words.

Well Charlie,
sorry for what you did?

I did nothing wrong.

I've told you before.

You're crazy with jealousy.

That's why started
that fire on the boat.

That's not true.
It was an accident.

That's your opinion.
Ours is different.

We're going to have to put it to a vote.

You see, we're fair to you.

Time to vote, children.

Or not guilty?

Guilty!

Guilty!

Guilty!

Guilty!

Guilty! -
Guilty!

Did you hear?

You're sentenced to be undressed,
whipped,

...and covered with spit.

No!

Olivier!

I was expecting you.

Don Quixote.

I feared you wouldn't come
after I'd phoned you.

Bravo, Elke.

Thanks, Mick.

Olivier!

Olivier, you're hurt.

Still no word from your dad?

We keep missing each other.

Story of our life.

Don't look that way!

I tell you I'll take care
of my dad.

Well... a wrecked yacht!

Stop bugging me.

Thank you.

Ah.. .Yippee!

Your father?

He's going to forget it.
What did I say?

Your father's great!

We've got to celebrate.

Oh! What about having a ball?

A Mexican party!
A feria.

Wonderful!

You mink Maitre will bring her?

- Who knows?
- Would be bad.

Say, why on earth are you so pessimistic?

Of course, Maitre will bring Elke.
Olivier's no threat to him.

Ah, there! Actually...

Ah! Here you are!
We didn't think you'd be around.

Why not?

Well, you know...
After what happened at the arena.

I can still see you.
"Oh Olivier! Olivier! You're hurt!"

It was perfect. Sublime.

You annoy me.

Now, now. Elke...

You must not be ashamed
of a good deed.

It was a very beautiful gesture.

Our proud, untamed Elke,
changed into a nurse.

I'll be nobody's nurse.

No one is reproaching you with it, darling.

Hey, who's that one?

A friend of mine from America.
He's so handsome.

But...

You'd be a wonderful pair.

Oh yeah?

Ifs worth a try.

Well done.

What the hell
are you doing here, Charlie?

You're not welcome.
Don't you understand that?

Come!

Go on, you're his girl aren't you?

I'm busy.

Isn't it obvious?

She seems to be tired of you.
We all are.

Go play boyscouts outside with Charlie.
Go, child, go.

You... I'll kick your teeth in.

You're wasting your time.
I never fight.

Jerk!

Coward!

If you insist on playing it tough guy,

I can suggest a mild entertainment.

Well, did you count?

The platform takes forty seconds
to get up to the fifth floor!

- Exactly?
- Exactly.

Good. So, the crane takes off and
you'll both jump forty seconds later.

Yes.

Are you ready?

- Ready.
- Ready.

Go take your places.

When you count, be sure to use
the same rhythm as before.

- One, two, three...
- All right, all right.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. How's he?

- He's good.
- It'll be different once we start.

Maine's done this before.
You haven't. Watch out.

I'll make it, Charlie. Don't worry.

Your attention!

Four, three, two, one, zero,
Start...

We start the motors
and you slant counting. Got it?

Got it.

Got it?

Got it.

Crane number one! Ready?

Ready!

Crane number two! Ready?

Ready!

Here we go.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

Begin!

Four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten,

eleven, twelve, thirteen,

fourteen

No! No! Olivier don't! Wait!

...twenty, twenty-one,
twenty-two, twenty-three...

...twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six...

Don't jump Olivier!

It's insane!

Oh no... thirty-one, thirty-two,
thirty-three, thirty-four,

thirty-five, no, thirty-one...

...thirty-eight, thirty-nine, My!

...thirty-six, thirty-seven...
thirty-eight,

thirty-nine... Forty!

Let's try.

Why did you give him your hand?

You're surprised?

Yes, I was.

Disappointed?

Curious. Ifs so unlike you.

So unlike us.

You think so?

My poor Elke. An eye for an eye,

working at being superior,
showing no sentiment...

...can get monotonous in a way.

There may be better things to do.

What?

Just to be happy.