All language subtitles for Dirty Dance (2006)

Eccomi qui con la mia storia. Mi chiamo
Sofia e ho avuto la fortuna di

incontrare un uomo di cui mi sono
innamorata perdutamente.

Ho creduto alle sue tante promesse e al
suo grande amore.

Ho creduto alla sua passione e ai suoi
tanti fiori che mi ha sempre regalato.

Ma era tutto un inganno.

Quella sera mi disse di prepararmi,
perché aveva una grande notizia da

I would have been the happiest woman in
the world.

So I set out to be the most beautiful in
the world, only and exclusively for

him.

That evening was beautiful and also very
fragrant, ready for any event.

I knew that my Victor was a womanizer,
and so I didn't want

to disappoint him.

The romantic dinner I prepared was just
what we needed to amaze him.

Seafood and champagne.

Now...

I was ready for the big surprise.

And I was really surprised.

It was a ticket to Italy, my dream.

Wow, a ticket to Italy!

This was to give me the opportunity to
do a rehearsal with a friend of his, who

lived there and who was in charge of
cinema and show business.

But at the beginning I didn't want to go
without him.

What would I have done alone in a
country where I don't even know the

even if I dreamed of leaving you from a
young age?

But he insisted on telling me that he
was too busy with his work and he

explained to me that it was not possible
for him to come with me.

I couldn't and I didn't have to give up
my dream of becoming a dancer.

He convinced me and I didn't think about
it anymore.

Ora, dovevo solo ringraziarlo.

A modo mio, ovviamente.

Thank you.

Every time, for me, it was like it was
the first time.

His cazzo was never enough for me.

The more I fell in love with him, the
more my desire grew.

It grew more and more.

I wanted him to spit everywhere, in the
pussy, in the ass, in the mouth.

Oh, yes.

um

What's wrong?

Whoa.

Thank you.

How I liked to be beaten by him, like a
prey, yes, until he gave me his

warm, sweet burrow.

And for me it was like a party.

I felt so full.

Yes, a real woman, indispensable to her
husband.

I felt protected by those beautiful
lips.

I arrived in Rome, full of hope.

My legs were shaking because of the
emotion.

I didn't know what I would have found in
this great unknown city.

At the airport, a man came to pick me
up, sent by my husband's friend. He

nice, calm, and so...

I decided to trust myself.

I got in the car with the feeling that
something very important was about to

happen to me.

Finally, finally my life took a
wonderful turn.

That's what I thought.

Instead, the bastard was already...

He had already replaced me.

When they told me, I didn't want to
believe it, but then I had to swallow

truth, like a glass of honey.

Yeah.

Oh!

Thank you.

Yeah.

Yes. Yes.

Oh

um oh

Oh, yeah.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Yeah.

No!

Thank you.

Here I come to you.

Ehi, mi senti?

Lo chiamavo tutti i giorni, ma non
riuscivo a parlare con lui.

Era sempre impegnato.

Oppure mi rassicurava. Già, mi diceva di
stare tranquilla.

Ma io non ero tranquilla per niente.

Sentivo ormai che ero stata raggirata e
mandata da un poco di buono che voleva

approfittare di me.

He wanted me to meet men, to fuck them
up, in short.

I was afraid, very afraid.

Every evening I went to the pub for
work, and the only moments in which I

distracted and in which I felt finally
alive were when I could do the thing I

liked the most.

Dance. Yes, dance, dance, dance, and
dance again.

Non pensavo più a nulla quando la musica
mi travolgeva, e la mia mente volava

alto, lontano, dalla brutta avventura
che stavo vivendo.

Unfortunately, there were also customers
who asked for me.

I tried to be nice to them, to be even
expansive, but

they always asked me to spit.

That's all they wanted.

I didn't want to, and I went back to
dancing, to forget.

Yes, to forget everything and hope that
he, my Victor, would come to take me, to

take me away with him.

One day I decided to go away.

I couldn't take that life anymore.

But while I was looking in the bag for
my passport and the other documents

necessary for the trip,

I realized that they were no longer
there.

Surely someone had stolen them from me.
They had always been there and since I

arrived I had not touched them anymore.

Now I was really scared, yes. I felt
now, how to say, I felt trapped.

The days never ended and in the end I
did not see the hour that came in the

evening. In the end, even if the thing
scared me.

At least I had something to do to get
out of the mortal boredom that was now

entangling me.

But feeling abandoned killed me. I felt
like a piece of doll locked up in the

prison of loneliness, of darkness.

And like a naïve, I wrote to him. Yes,
letter after letter.

I wrote, I wrote, but I never got an
answer.

He was obviously too busy doing
something else.

So I thought bitterly of myself.

One night I decided to take the courage
in two hands and go to the boss to ask

when he would have made me do this
blessed ritual he had promised me.

I was trembling with fear.

But why?

The girls had told me that it was not
very good.

I asked him when this blessed day would
have been, and he told me to stay calm,

calm, and to go to work now.

Filare! Filare!

That's what he said.

I was disheartened, very angry.

But you had to go away. What a door!

I was so afraid of you.

I was in the bathroom with the other
girls before I changed for the evening.

When I asked...

How did they get there?

They were dancers like me.

How could I convince the boss to let me
go and make me do the dance that had

been promised to me?

They looked at me with an air of
compassion and told me to resign.

They too had arrived there with so many
promises and with the deception.

And they had never had what had been
promised to them.

So they advised me to put my soul in
peace, otherwise they would have been

trouble for me.

The boss made him call his scagnozzo and
started talking to him in private.

Then he knew that I asked him to help me
and put the whip.

I was starting to get annoying and to
annoy the other girls too.

The scagnozzo accepted and took his
payment from Giuda.

Ora non gli restava che convincere me,
come se fosse facile.

I had finished changing for the evening,
and still hidden from what the girls

had told me, I went to the bar to drink
something.

And it was there that I met for the
first time the boss's scoundrel.

He remained dazzled by me, and could not
detach my eyes from him.

Io non riusciva ancora a controllarmi e
tremavo come una foglia, con la

consapevolezza che potevano ammattarmi
da un momento all 'altro, se non avessi

acconsentito prima o poi a fare la
puttana, a tutti gli effetti, con la

copertura di ballerina del locale.

Ma forse qualcosa si muoveva.

La fortuna cominciava a girare.

Lo scagnazzo era ipnotizzato da me. E mi
chiese cosa avessi e perché tremassi,

ma gli dissi che non era nulla.

And I leave.

La sera dopo venne di nuovo al locale e
non mi staccava gli occhi da dosso

qualunque cosa facessi.

Cominciavo a preoccuparmi a dire il
vero, ma alla fine mi fece chiamare.

Io mi preparai al peggio e andai al suo
tavolo, ma con mia sorpresa mi rivelò di

essere un poliziotto.

Mi disse di non preoccuparmi e aggiunse
che se volevo essere aiutata, dovevamo

parlare meglio in privato.

Gli diedi un appuntamento per il giorno
dopo a casa mia.

He came to see me, and I, aware of the
effect I was causing him, dressed in a

very sexy way.

It was my only hope, and if it had
really been necessary to break up with

well, I would have done it.

Fuck, Victor!

He told me that he had been on Steve's
tracks for some time, and that if he

wanted to help him, we could frame him,
and so he would have been free to leave,

finally.

He knew everything about my story.

And he told me that Steve believed him
to be a policeman at his service.

Instead, he was an infiltrator.

I felt purified, and a ray of sun
returned to my life.

The ray of hope found.

It was clear, however, from how you
behaved, that you were in love with me.

That same night, Mandy, Bob's wife, sent
me to call to soften me, to put me to

the test, and to see if I was subject.

She had organized something at four, and
she wanted to have sex with me, while

the other two of her friends would have
broken up.

I was perplexed, but also very excited,
curious.

I called his friends, who were hidden
behind a tent.

But at that point, I didn't feel it
anymore.

And to be faithful to the agreement with
Bruno, the policeman, I left.

At that point she got very angry, she
wanted me, and not being able to have

the game was over.

But the boss's wife, unsatisfied and
used to always get what she wanted,

one of the husband's many scoundrels,
one of whom was made to

spit like a hot dog, often and
willingly.

Oh. Oh.

Thank you.

In the meantime at the club Bruno had
followed the promises made in the

and had introduced himself to the boss.

He had accepted it, sure that everything
had been done.

But Bruno told him that he had fallen
into the net and that he had been

So he called his colleague and he was
arrested in the protests of the bastard.

After a week I returned to Budapest and
called my dear Maritim.

He was surprised to hear that I was in
the city, but he couldn't help but meet

me. I knelt him in the balls and I left
with Bruno.

After a few days, Bruno and I returned
to Rome, finally with him.

I would have felt loved, respected, and
above all protected.

And then, moreover, he had the right
knowledge to realize my

dream. It would have been enough for him
to do the thing I loved the most, to

convince him and keep him tied to me
forever.

Scopare.

Thank you.