All language subtitles for 02-La

These characters are direct copies from
the stills at the National Museum.

Vandals period?

No, perhaps a bit later.

Perhaps the Visigoths period.

You've done a marvelous job of advanced
research.

Are you two still at it?

You dig and poke around all day, and
then you dig and poke around all

Well, I decided to see what it is that
you two do while I'm busy sunbathing.

That's the preliminary research.

A good place for you to start.

Who knows, it might stimulate some
interest for you in archaeology.

Oh, it already has.

Those Bronze Age priestesses really knew
how to live.

Some mighty dirty passages in there.

I'm going inside so I can be alone when
I get to the really horny part.

Something wrong?

Oh, I was just thinking.

I wish Laura could get just that much
interest in what I do.

Right from the very beginning, she's
been absolutely bored with studies of

antiquity.

Why did you get married?

We love each other.

We're attracted to each other,
physically.

Yes, I know that.

You probably make another great deal.

You probably hear it. I don't exactly
hear you.

I hear you.

I do hear you.

Now then.

Where were we?

Comparing these two new characters.

I'm surprised.

Why are you surprised?

That's your hair.

I thought Paul might catch on.

He is too busy with his affair.

How are the kids?

Party.

That's a fucking luck to you.

Get some brassy kids.

Where?

That's what we need.

The just right feeling.

Just right.

Almost as good as that one we had in
Paris last year.

She's here.

She's here?

Why are you staring at me like that?

Was I staring at you?

Perhaps because I wonder about you.

Wonder? About me?

Yes.

You're pretty.

Don't you have a boyfriend?

Lover?

I have very little time for men.

I work.

Don't you think Walter is interesting?

Dr. Rockford?

Well, he's very attractive.

Ever make it with a girl?

No, never.

It makes me uneasy.

The idea of a woman putting her hands on
me.

Or her mouth.

I have some questions about the notes I
was reading this afternoon.

I'm glad you're taking an interest in my
work.

Tell me, is it true that those high
priestesses used to free themselves with

stone phalluses?

It seems that way, according to
evidence.

But that's hardly the way I phrased it
in my report.

One time, at Madame Lupin's school,
after lights out, We all sat in the dark

watched while my best friend, Honey Van
Elling, and Marie Lanois, the best

athlete in school, fucked a very large
candle.

One of the things that do go on at a
fashionable girls' school in Switzerland

after lights out.

It was the most talked about event of
the entire year.

The candle was that long and that big
around.

Were they able to take it?

Every inch.

Of course, there were a few doubters,
and some side bets were played. That was

before the big penetration was
accomplished.

The big penetration?

That's what it was called thereafter.

Of course, Hanny was very smart.

She bent the candle in the middle by
heating it over a flame so that the

of entry was more comfortable.

A world -wise nymph.

Nymphette. We were all eleven at the
time.

Unquenchable nymphette.

ceased from Rockford.

Did you take a turn at one end of that
candle?

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think
about it.

But once they got started, nothing could
have made Honey and Marie stop.

No, my entire participation consisted of
trying to keep my clitoris from

twitching out under the tip of my index
finger.

Yeah, a regular spectator sport.

I wonder what Anna does for sex.

Christ, don't stop.

I was just thinking.

We haven't missed a night.

These walls aren't exactly soundproof.

If I was her, I'd be stewing in a pool
of my own juice.

Well, I know she can hear us.

Turns me on. It's like doing it with
someone else in the room.

God damn, you are perverted.

I have a delicious idea.

Sit up.

I don't think it's fair that we drive
Anna nuts every night.

Tonight, let's drive each other nuts.

Will Jeff touch each other?

Touch yourselves together and tease each
other?

to feed each other's butts until we
can't stand it any longer.

That's the point, darling.

Oh, that is the point.

vibrating when vibrating

point of flash jerking

up to attention reaching

Gabrielle, how do you know she's here?

Through my aunt.

She's at the university.

She remembered that we went to school
with Laura and that Laura was married to

Dr. Rockford.

Do you know where?

Where she is?

It reminds me of the days in school.

sweetheart, take a little time off.

Come keep me company up in the rocks.
Maybe get some sun.

Well, you know I'm busy as hell, but the
suggestion sounds awfully good to me.

Oh, let's go get naked among the rocks.

Oh, doctor.

Oh, doctor.

Oh, pardon me.

Doctor, there is a stone, part of a
cliff. It seems to be some scratchings

it. Probably something like Mary Jane
loves Peter or Jennifer Zilch sucks.

They appear to be runes.

It's located on the other side of the
point.

I'll wait for you there.

Yeah, be right there.

She spends a lot more time with you than
I do.

Every time we undress for bed, I expect
her to appear. Doctor, doctor, I want to

show you something.

Now you are getting vulgar. Oh, you know
goddamn well she has the hots for you.

Well, I admit that she admires me.

And I admire her.

She's a damn good runographer.

I'm just lucky that I have her as an
associate.

I like to stick my fist up her runic
passage.

Oh, yes. It may be something.

Yeah. I'll bring down the camera later
and photograph it. And then, if I can,

I'll just translate the characters.

Diana, I wish you and Laura could become
friends.

You know, she's bored to death.

We have very little in common, I think.

Oh, I think you have one thing in
common.

You're both like me.

But in different ways. She's your wife.

I admire you.

For a long time.

But we only met two weeks ago.

When I was a student, I read your papers
of the Danish book finds. Oh, I loved

them.

I felt very honored when the university
assigned me to you.

Yeah, always the way.

Pretty young archaeologists always like
me for my papers on bog finds.

Never for myself.

There's no sign that there was a
villager at all.

Well, Sunbury's writings suggest that
they lived on this side of the island.

On the sheltered side.

Before, when we talked, I didn't mean to
say that I didn't like your wife.

I make a point of spending more time
with her.

She's over on the big island right now,
fetching the mail and doing some

shopping.

I'm sure she'll appreciate a little
attention from you.

I know that I'll appreciate it.

Honey, how have you been?

Why do you need to rise?

There's not even a postcard in the next
one or four years.

Honey, a clean break.

That was the only way.

It's better for both of us this way. You
must see that.

I realized it right after graduation
when your mother took you on that

trip.

How depressed I was.

So lonely.

We'd just become too reliant on each
other.

But, Laura, we had great times together.

We did everything together.

That's just it.

We couldn't go to the toilet without
holding hands.

But why didn't you tell me anything,
too?

At the reunion?

I tried.

I couldn't say the words.

It's good to see you, honey.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't missed
you.

Come on, walk me to my boat.

I don't want to stay away too long.
Walter will worry.

Thinking like that went out with the
Kaiser.

So why are you here now?

Well, Gabrielle and I are on holiday.

We have always taken our holiday
together.

You suggested that we always take our
holidays together.

At 15, it was one of my fantasies.

I guess I grew out of it.

This is Rose Jane.

You'll be welcome if you want to come
and visit us.

I must make one thing clear, honey.

I'm married now, to a marvelous man.
We're in love with each other.

Does he fuck you enough?

I remember in school, you never could
get enough.

He was made to order for me.

He can't get enough either.

When I met him, he had a mistress and a
girlfriend on the side.

He kept them both very happy.

In fact, he kept three of us very happy
for a while.

Then he decided he needed to spend more
time on his work.

Since I was very demanding in bed, he
gave up the other two women.

I told the doctor that we were coming
out to asylum.

He said, we're crazy.

There's no village out there.

I said, yes, of course there is.

Well, when did you get back?

Oh, not long ago.

About 20 minutes.

Did you get a lot done while I was gone?

No, no, no, not nearly enough.

We still haven't found that damn
village.

Did you have a good trip to the other
island?

Oh, I did the usual things.

Picked up the mail, shopped for
groceries.

All very exciting.

It's a small world.

I ran into an old friend.

I ran into Honey.

Honey?

Yes, Honey Van Elling.

I told you about Honey. I went to school
with her.

Oh, not Honey of the big penetration
fame.

The same.

She's on vacation in town with Gabrielle
Devereaux, another old friend from

school.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to spend
some time with them.

Oh, you should.

You must.

I mean, well, you should spend some time
with your friends.

Well, pardon me. I think I misplaced a
magnifying glass.

Yeah, and I'd better get back to my
notes.

Yes, I thought.

Well, darn it.

Tell me, will she, will she come to us?

I'm sure not.

She wouldn't be too happy to see me.

Something wrong, sweetheart?

Nothing's wrong.

I noticed tonight at supper how really
attractive Anna Vickman is.

I wonder if she's sexy. Do you think
she's hot?

Well, I don't think that Anna is into
sex that much.

She's so dedicated to her work.

She's a girl.

She has a cunt.

I just wonder if it's a hot cunt.

Well, that's rather difficult for me to
think about, about whether or not my

associate has a hot cunt.

Is there anything special you want to
talk to me about?

No.

Nothing special, actually.

What period is this from?

This one is very ancient.

Made about two months ago in the old
town.

I need a woman to talk to every now and
again.

I mean, there are some things that are
just too difficult to talk about with

men.

For instance, today I met a girl I've
been running away from for four years.

Why have you been running away from her?

I'm frightened.

Because we were too close.

Closer than sisters.

When we were six, we were enrolled in
boarding school on the same day.

Mama was busy with her life.

A new lover.

Honey's mother was busy with a new
husband.

A lover and a mistress all at the same
time.

Who had time for kids.

Do you like to have some iced tea?

So Honey Von Elling and Laura Seastrom
were thrown together at Madame Le Pont

School for Girls.

We spent the greater part of the next 11
years together.

We became inseparable.

We did everything together.

Everything.

You became lovers.

Yes, in a way, perhaps.

Sure, we made it together lots of times,
but... It was more that we got other

people involved.

And then we'd share them in bed.

Once we even got Miss Brenner the
headmistress.

When we were 15, we were left together
at school for Easter recess.

The other kids had gone home.

Our mothers were off with new lovers or
something.

We were left with the caretakers and
Miss Brenner.

Was she a lesbian?

Hardly. She was having an affair with
the gardener.

We saw them one day together in the tool
shed.

We trapped Miss Brenner.

Wasn't very fair, I'm afraid.

Honey pretended to be sick in bed, and I
hid in the closet.

When Miss Brenner came in to check on
Honey, she complained about a sore spot

the neighborhood of the cunt.

When I burst from the closet, Miss
Brenner was between Honey's thighs,

with her fingers.

I started yelling, what's going on here,
very indignantly.

The rest was easy.

Honey pretended that Miss Brenner's
probing had turned her on.

Before the poor woman could protest,
Honey was at her cunt.

I watched for a while, acting very
disapproving.

Then I unbuttoned her blouse.

She was one of those flat -chested women
with large nipples.

I put my mouth around one of them, and
that drove her bananas.

We spent the rest of the night together.

After that, Miss Brenner was in the palm
of our hand.

She kept up their ceremony.

Well, she felt a little funny about it.

She tried to avoid any situation after
that.

We were busy with other conquests.

I don't think Miss Brenner ever forgot
that night, though.

Yes, honey, and I were very close.

I can't count the number of boys we
fucked.

But you said you were afraid of her.

Maybe I'm afraid of me.

Maybe I'm afraid she'd come between
Walter and me.

I wouldn't want anyone to come between
Walter and me.

But honey could always excite the sexual
in anyone.

Anna and I had a lovely talk.

I'm glad.

I'd like you to get to know her.

I like her.

Hey, that's great.

I mean, since I have to work so closely
with her, it would be nice if you could

become more friendly.

Spend more time with her.

When I was very small, my mother made up
marvelous tales about elves and

fairies.

There were always good elves and wicked
elves.

Good fairies and wicked fairies.

Now she writes trash.

Young housewives read and believe.

All about the daughters that wash women
and cleaning ladies, who marry princes,

and who have fabulously wealthy sheiks
and Greek shipping magnets for admirers.

Your mother is a writer?

Bernice Hedgren.

She uses her maiden name.

Her stuff's always on the bestseller
list. She makes a lot of money. I've

her name.

But you've never read her.

You wouldn't.

Her stuff's real garbage.

Popular garbage.

What's your mother like?

I really have no idea.

After I was six, I don't suppose I saw
her more than three times a year.

She was busy with her own life.

Five years ago, I was involved with a
young Italian.

Arturo.

Very ardent, most dating father.

We ran into my mother in Saint -Tropez.

And the next thing I knew... He was
being seen around town with Mama.

Walter and I were married by the mayor
of a tiny little village in the south of

France.

When the time came to kiss the groom, my
mother slipped her tongue into Walter's

mouth.

Yeah, I keep a lot of distance between
my men and my Mama.

Come on.

Stop moaning.

What were you dreaming about?

She must have been a sexy one.

To begin with, I'll be in the middle.

I'm going to see Hanu.

I've done a lot of thinking about her.

I have no reason to be frightened.

She'd have to rape me.

Well, she raped the headmistress, didn't
she?

So she did.

But Miss Brenner wanted to be raped.

I can remember the first time Honey
applied her wicked little mouth to Miss

Brenner's private parts.

Those long legs jerked right up towards
the ceiling.

And all she could do was bellow, Oh,
God, oh, God.

For an otherwise plain woman, Miss
Brenner had fantastic legs.

I watched them kick and quiver while I
did a number on her nipples.

By the time I'd finished nipping and
sucking, they were an inch and a half

Did she... did she touch you?

By the end of the evening, everyone had
done everyone else in every possible

way.

Oh, I can remember when Hanny fattened a
wicked little moth on the sprinter's

private parts.

Those long legs jerked up towards the
ceiling while I

did a number of ripples.

By the time I was finished eating and
sucking, they were an inch and a

half long.

to come inside. It's much too warm out
there.

It really is a scorcher.

Even I had to come in.

You going to work in here?

How much too warm and sticky.

I just want to get cool.

Good, then we can talk.

Pick a subject.

How about Cuba start?

Bullfighting in Cordova?

My friend, Honey.

She's a good subject.

She could turn anybody on.

Take you, for instance.

You become uneasy at the thought of a
woman putting her hands or her mouth on

you.

Twenty minutes with her and...

I can remember the first time Hani put
her mouth on my breath.

I was 11, and my breasts were just two
little swollen points on my chest.

She had a way of fluttering her tongue
against the nipple while she was drawing

on it.

She had a knack, even at 11.

She improved on it.

I must go outside some year. It's too
hot inside.

I'm sorry.

Visit her nutty friends.

Friends? She only mentioned Honey.

Well, that's because Gabrielle Devereaux
joined the little group later.

She's probably a lot less interesting
than Honey.

Do you know why Honey and Gabrielle are
here?

Hmm.

Well, once a year, they pick a different
city and take three weeks' vacations

away from their husbands.

And with each other, they fuck
themselves silly.

The funny part is, Laura was the one
that thought of the concept.

And she's the first one to chicken out.

How do you know all this?

Laura told me the whole setup when we
first met.

Everything? About them and about Miss
Brenner?

That's a great story, isn't it?

Eating the headmistress until her garter
belt's hummed a tune. I didn't hear

anything about a garter belt.

Oh. Well, maybe Laura just threw that in
for background color for my ears.

Hello, Gabrielle. It's nice to see you.

I hardly expected to see you here.

You gave me the address.

And I was supposed to be here.

Aren't I welcome?

Of course, my love.

So, what do the boys like here?

Good.

Want to try on?

They'll be here in a little while.

Well, why are you here?

I have a friend.

A girlfriend.

I want to bring her here.

Is she willing to come?

I'll get her here.

Who is she?

I mean, really?

She's Walter's assistant.

Just like the old times.

Have you made it with her?

I never tried her.

But how can you know she's... I just
know.

She's fucking your husband.

And you don't like it, right?

How long have you known?

Quite a while.

No, I just found out the other day.

When I saw you.

They're surprised.

You have to play the role of a queen for
a while.

I can't, honey.

But why not, Flora?

It's delicious.

I can't, Gabrielle.

Neither one of you understands, do you?

I'm married now.

I love my husband. We fuck every night.
I'm happy. He's happy.

And he's so happy that he must have an
affair with another woman.

Here are some of the guests.

Remember, if you expect us to do
anything with your friend, you have to

Lord.

Everything. She deals and she also
plays.

And very effective, too.

Nora, you're to stay.

Gabbard and I must join our ride against
them.

If they're...

That was so good.

Walter, I'm confused. I don't know what
to do.

Oh, come on now. Don't start analyzing.

It was nice.

Let's leave it at that.

I want more.

I want you when I want you.

I was once thinking about living with
two women, you know that?

You haven't suggested anything like that
to... To Laura?

No. I'm glad.

I would have been angry if you had.

Could be very nice.

I'm not the type who could be a
concubine.

It might be nice chemistry, the three of
us.

Do you know what's happening in town
right now?

She's making love to honey.

Or... Honey's making love to her.

Honey will chase her wherever you go
until she will one day go with Honey and

not return to you.

Oh, you drive me crazy.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus, I'm coming.

Have a nice day.

How's Honey, the penetration thing?

She's all right.

I didn't stay there long.

She and Gabrielle had some visitors.

It would have been in the way if I'd
stayed.

Laura?

Yes, Walter?

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately
about, uh, Danielle and Geraldine.

Those two women you were living with
when I met you?

Mm -hmm.

Oh, it was a great arrangement.

Danielle did all the cooking.

Geraldine did all the cleaning.

And they kept each other amused while
you were working.

It wouldn't work that way.

That water was great.

Darling, I'm going into town tomorrow to
see Honey and Gabrielle.

I'll probably stay very late.

Perhaps I'll even stay over.

No.

You don't mind.

I mean, you won't worry.

That's what you want.

Well, it isn't exactly what I want.

But I telephoned Honey today and she was
so depressed.

I said I'd go see her. I don't want to
let her down. Not when she needs me.

No, it's fine with me.

Well, she's off.

I told you she was going.

Laura, I'm glad you decided to come.

I'm Jasmine, and I'm Janet, her
assistant.

These are ready.

Made all the corrections?

Mm -hmm.

Just about now, Laura is in bed with
somebody.

Doesn't it turn you on to think about
that?

Oof.

It's just a matter of time.

I'm convinced of that.

If you're right,

I'll be able to say I'm glad you're
right.

I would be surprised if Lois Easton
shows up tomorrow, the next day, or the

after that.

Look who's back.

We sure missed you Laura.

Yes, I'm sure you did.

Good night.

And being with honey.

Lovely.

Really lovely.

Find out very soon.

I'm very interested.

Well, girls, looks like you're going to
have to do without me for tonight and

tomorrow. I've got to take the afternoon
ferry back into town.

Sundgren is questioning some of our
findings.

Oh, shit. Couldn't that wait till next
week?

To begin with, he's positive that the
village was here.

But we haven't found a trace of it.

So I'll go in and humor him.

Bye -bye.

Oh, come in, Anna.

Would you like a little wine?

No, Frigg.

There's something I must tell you,
Laura.

Walter is in love with me.

You mean he's having an affair with you?

There's a difference.

I've known for a long time that you've
been fucking him.

And he knows that you still go to bed
with honey.

I assumed he knew.

I'm not going to, honey.

You don't need to go.

I'm afraid.

You see, I know that you can't ever get
away from honey.

So many things that have happened
between you.

And you're not good for Walter.

You have no interest in his work, and
his work is his life.

You belong with Annie.

I don't want to happen with me what
happened to you.

Thank you.

We'll go up there.

so hurt the other night.

It was about seeing you with my husband.

I meant to take you.

I meant, you were sure to do it?

That I was going to throw the whole moon
in his face and go to hell?

No.

No. I don't know.

Oh, no, not again. You're too good for
me. Well, that's one of the things you

learn in the Swiss girls' school.

Backgammon. What else did you learn?

Oh, how two young girls can use a
sizable sausage or a cucumber for

mutual pleasure.

You don't think I thought of that
myself, do you?

No, they don't teach that in class, my
naive one.

Such practices are born out of
horniness.

I guess Walter won't show up tonight.

Care to disappoint him?

No, I'm not disappointed.

I don't want to admit it, but... I
really don't care when Walter comes

Why?

Don't you love him?

I love him.

So do I.

It just becomes another person.

All of a sudden, my life seems so
crowded.

Take off your shirt.

when my whole life was woven into the
fabric of meditation.

When we were 12, Hani and I discovered
that we could do this and come up in

innumerable times in a short span of
time.

Do you know anything about meditation?

Yes. I was into that the last year in
the universe.

Great. Then let's meditate for a few
moments.

Oh!

I used to get into that.

Everyone else was an outsider.

We'd rather have done that and go to
films and dances.

Or if we did go, we'd rush home again,
throw off our clothes and sit in the

middle of the floor opposite each other.

Sounds crazy.

But fun.

It was.

Crazy.

Too good.

Oh, I'm tired.

Do it a good way.

It does that.

Where's Laura?

She left. She just picked up and left.

Left? Why?

Well, she did leave a note.

Darling Anna, I have to go someplace to
meditate.

Really meditate.

There's a great deal I must think about.

Love, Laura.

What is she saying?

Of course.

You and Laura have been... a jerk.

How long have you two been up each
other's... Don't be vulgar.

No wonder you got so upset when I
mentioned a threesome.

We hadn't even thought about being
together when we talked about that.

And she knows about us.

She saw us that day, the first time.

She never said a word.

Anyway, do you know where this honey
-whatever -name -is lives?

I'm sure Laura is there.

I have no idea where she lives.

Worcester. I know you must hate me.

I would leave in the morning.

What do we do now?

I guess we leave for town.

What about Laura?

I know Laura.

She'll come to us when she wants to.

If she wants to.

We'll leave for town in the morning.

I'd just shake your arm in the hills for
a little bit.

I know I'd live for nine cents or so
much.

Where the hell did you come from?

From the sea.

Can't you tell them you're a sea
swimmer?

Oh, you're a nymph, huh?

A naughty nymph.

Uh,

you didn't swim.

How the hell else could a sea nymph get
around?

Hey, you're a pretty good looking guy.

We're immortal.

It's cold out here. Don't you have a
place where I see a king of Rome?

Yeah, I think that could be arranged.

Where the hell is she?

She said she was a zenith.

I know what a zenith is.

Darling, hurry and get some rest.

A zenith should be eaten while still
hot.

Oh, God damn it.

I see you finally met, honey.

Now that we're all probably introduced,
why don't we go home to my place?

It's much more comfortable.

How about it, Laura?

Honey, I love you. You know that. I
always will.

And Walter, I love you so much.

And Anna, you know what I feel for you.

So what are we waiting for?

Let's go to my place.

It will be like the old days, Laura.

Yeah.

But it'd be like the old days.

And it'd be Madame LeFont's school all
over again.

Or there'd be Anna and Walter this time.

And Gabrielle once a year.

But it would end up you and me.

Honey Von Elling and Laura Seastrom.

Kissing each other and hanging on to
each other for dear life.

Because, honey, we're the only two
little girls whose mothers consistently

to show up to collect their kids.

While all the other children are off on
their holidays.

It wasn't so bad.

We kept ourselves clean.

We sure did.

We did things that would make a high
-priced whore go into shock.

So, let's go to my place.

Honey.

I love you.

But you're like Peter Pan.

A naughty little 12 -year -old,
surrounded by bewitched adults.

And you want me to be your Wendy and
dance forever with you in the enchanted

forest? I can't.

I want to be one of those bewitched
adults.

Let's get dressed.

She knows where I live.

She'll show up better.

What's wrong with being like Peter Pan?

Well, Peter Pan, you refused to grow up.

He grew up again.

Shit, I do look like Peter Pan.

Okay.

We'd better cast a text about it. Where
do you want to go when we get back to

town?

I don't know.

Hey, I've got an idea.

You girls ever been to the Yucatan
Peninsula?

Oh, great.

That's a good idea.

Oh, no. Let's go to Monte Carlo.

Monte Carlo?

Whenever we're going or wherever we're
going, we must cast a text about it.

Well, let's go then. Come on.

Why in the world do you want to go to
Monte Carlo?

Well, we could drive down to Santa Fe.

Oh, Santa Fe.

I don't see my mother.

I hate your mother.

So do I. Well, let's go to Peru.

Peru! Oh, Peru is great.