All language subtitles for emmanuelle_in_venice_1993 (1)

In the sacred mountains of Tibet,
Emmanuel was chosen to become the

of all women.

With one drop of a secret perfume, she
could become young again or enter the

soul of another woman.

Come with us and share the adventures of
Emmanuel.

Thank you, Chan.

I like wiping my face with these
towelettes.

I even like the smell.

You all right?

Yes, quite.

You seem lost in the clouds.

I was thinking about Annie's Oxworth.

Oh, yes, I remember.

She and her mother -in -law were very
tight with money.

And probably everything else, if you
know what I mean.

Oh, please.

I understand she's got better.

I understand as much as well.

Did you have something to do with it?

Well... Well, let's stop playing for a
while and you can tell

me your story.

Where shall I begin?

Well, the beginning, I suppose.

Okay.

I was with her the day she met John
Oxford.

One year later, they got married.

Unfortunately, he was killed in a car
accident, leaving

her with a significant fortune.

After his death, Anais led a very
secluded life under the authority of

mother, Penelope Oxford, penny for a
very close friend.

The kind of charity I will give in this
house is to give a bowl of milk to the

cat if she is pregnant.

So giving a week off to Maria is out of
the question.

But her grandmother is very ill.

She'll probably die within a fortnight.

And also, she would be comforted to see
her grandchild one last time.

That will not cure at all her illness.

And it won't bring her back.

from where she's certainly going, and
where we all end up one day.

The good Lord will forgive me.

So, you may take a handful of flowers
and send them to the child's grandmother

if you wish.

But whatever time you will spend on this
stupid act, it will be deducted from

your wages, and not to mention the
postage.

Close that window.

The Palazzo Grazioso was a gift from
John to Anais on a 22nd birthday.

From the palace windows, one could see
Venice, city of love, city of eternity

and of entertainment.

Venice is always celebrating something.

Anais was only 27, and she was
beautiful.

Every day she used to receive about 100
wedding proposals.

She never opened one letter.

Maria, leave me.

I'm sorry.

Ria! Oh, I'm really sorry.

Go get the whip.

Go on.

The whip!

Lie down.

She was deeply and totally in love with
John.

When he died, she thought it was the end
for her too.

She wanted to die with him.

You're painting a picture of sheer
torture.

Yes. So now you understand why I had to
do something about it.

Even though it meant going against every
one of Penelope's principles.

I'm afraid so.

No, I went to visit Anais.

I tried to, but Penelope wouldn't let me
see her.

So I let my spirit travel to the palace.

I love your stories.

How did you do it this time?

Well, I had to become Anais.

I knew she was feeling something, even
though she had lost the choice of

expressing it.

You have been chosen to be the
incarnation of every woman on the face

earth.

Yes? Are you scared, Maria?

Yes, my lady.

Did you feel it?

What, my lady?

The jolt of electricity.

I feel reborn.

Maria, do I look reborn? I don't know
what a reborn person looks like, my

Maria, go get a bottle of vodka and some
ice cubes.

But my lady doesn't drink.

She does now.

I get one for you, too.

Okay.

Lock the door.

Maria, why didn't you get yourself a
glass?

Has my lady lost her mind?

I do not drink.

Yesterday, I would have whipped you for
addressing me in that manner.

Yes, my lady.

Are you going to whip me now?

No.

Today's another day.

There will be no more whipping in this
house.

So, help me get undressed.

But... Maria, you helped me dress in the
morning, so help me undress now.

What about Lady Penelope?

May a battalion of bullfrogs invade her
corset.

Oh, that might even give her a thrill.
But now, pour me another one and then

have one.

Fill it up.

Why bother with a lot of little drinks
when we can have a big one?

Your turn.

You start. I don't know how to drink.

Pinch your nose and guzzle down.

Come on.

Don't you ever go out?

Don't you have a boyfriend?

Huh? Well, my family hired me out to
your family when I was very young.

I guess you own me.

Help me get undressed.

It feels good.

Yes. It's fresh air.

From now on, never lower your gaze in
front of me or anyone else.

You hear me?

Yes, my lady.

Go on.

And no more of this my lady.

Hmm?

Oh, from now on, you can call me...
What?

Let's look for a new name for me.

Only you and I will use it, of course.

We don't want to frighten Lady Penelope.

From now on...

I'm going to smile.

And I will laugh.

Call me Emmanuel.

Help me with the rest.

Let me do it to you.

Amen.

So, when my husband died, I had nobody
to turn to. I was alone.

I will always be with you, like I've
always been.

I had never made love to anyone before.

We, the servants, we don't even have a
day off.

You and your mother -in -law are very
mean.

Tomorrow, we will go to Paris.

And I will buy you a new dress and new
shoes.

Then we'll have lunch in a wonderful
restaurant.

We'll eat ice cream.

Really?

Yeah.

That was it?

Not really.

When they went to sleep, I thought I'd
done it.

So I went over the next day and I tried
to see her.

Did you see her?

No. She had fallen back in her usual
stuffiness.

She didn't want to see me.

What went wrong?

Her personality and Penelope's hold on
her were stronger than I thought, I

guess.

Hey.

Hey!

Emmanuel, what's the matter?

Emmanuel! You told me to call you
Emmanuel last night. You! What are you

Get out of my sight!

What's the matter?

matter dear and you get out of my room
too get out go you better put something

on dear unless you want to catch a cold
oh oh get out i said go

your friend manuel came by this morning
asking to see you i told her you don't

want to see anyone good day oh

hey manuel please help me

Like the French say, il y a de l 'eau,
don't a gas.

And an explosion was due any moment.

I decided to try it again.

But instead of Sancho's lovemaking, I
had other plans for dear Anais.

There you are. Did my lady call me?

Yes, Maria.

Let's get dressed up. We're going
shopping.

Shopping?

Yes, Penelope.

Shopping. You know that word?

It spells M -O -N -E -Y.

And anyone with a credit card can buy,
buy, buy, and a month vacation for the

staff.

Never in my house.

Penelope, this is my house.

Yours is a stuffy building in Central
Park.

And my friend Maria and I are going
shopping. I will call Dr. Marx.

He will know what to do with you.

We're going shopping.

Ever been to Paris?

No, never, my lady.

They're the first for everything.

And stop calling me my lady, Maria.

Try Anais.

If we are in company, try Ms. Oxworth,
or even Ms.

Oxworth.

Okay, Ms.

Oxworth.

It's very exciting to spend money and to
buy beautiful clothes.

But spending someone else's money is
much more exciting.

Rue du Faubourg Saint -Honoré. This is
the street for shopping in Paris.

It's a must.

New fashion is there.

Anais, my lady, your breakfast is ready.

You know what we're going to do?

What?

Get me a boyfriend.

I've been absolutely miserable for way
too long.

And when we go back to Venice, we'll
look at the mail.

I haven't opened a letter in years.

Then I'll write.

I'll write to all my friends.

Anais Oxworth is back among the living.

Good idea.

The first one I'll write to is Emmanuel.

We'll have her over for tea, for drinks,
and for the weekend.

She's fun.

Thank you.

Did she write to you?

Yes, a wonderful letter.

She thanked me, without knowing why, of
course.

She said my spirit had influenced her.

Oh, dear girl.

Little did she know how extensive was
the damage that you caused to her

household.

Damage? If you keep this up, there will
be no more stories for you.

Pardon me.

Bon appétit.

You? For me?

Yes, it's a present.

I have not received a present in years.

What is it?

Open it.

No, I could not. I can't.

Please.

It's exquisite.

I had it made for you.

But I haven't worn white since 1972 when
my Charlie died.

Penelope, it's time to bury our dead.

It's time to make up and live again.

Go ahead. You are young. You're
beautiful.

I smothered you, didn't I?

But that was yesterday.

Now it's a new age.

Let's repaint this place.

Let's open the doors.

Let's have people over for drinks, for
dinner.

We'll entertain.

Take a brush.

You help me with my room, and I help you
with yours.

Well, what do you say?

I never painted in my life.

Don't worry. The spirit of Van Gogh is
with us.

Good. Letty? Hello there.

What have you got for me today?

Was the postman nice?

Absolutely, my lady.

Bills and dozens.

Let's see who this could be from.

What is it?

I beg your pardon, my lady.

But could I... May I...

Jenkins, don't stutter. Just ask.

Could I possibly have the weekend off?

You see, I have to... Probably.

Let me open this letter first.

Yes, of course, you can have the weekend
off. Tell the entire staff everyone can

have this weekend off. This is just
wonderful news.

Wonderful news.

Oh, thank you, madam, on behalf of the
staff.

Dear madam, we regret to inform you that
Oliver Prescott Moore died on January

1st, 1989 in his California home.

We take this opportunity to present you
our sincerest condolences.

Larry Lester, attorney at law, Los
Angeles, California.

What a stupid woman I am.

Penny? Penelope?

Well, Penny, I don't know where you are,
but I suppose I'll have to go out and

look for you somewhere else.

Oh, that was pretty good.

Not bad at all.

What do you mean, not bad?

I'll show you if I'm not bad at all.

I know what you're thinking of.

I can see it in your eyes.

What are you seeing?

I see that you want to kiss me.

What else?

Just kiss me first, you silly, and we'll
see later on.

Take my clothes off now.

You want to kiss my breast? You want to
bite my little teeth?

Oh, you're the naughtiest girl right
now.

Oh, yeah.

Stop it. You're tickling me.

You deserve what you get.

Darling, make love to me.

No. Why should I?

Because you want me.

Yes. What about you?

I mean...

I wouldn't want you to feel obliged.

Anyway, do you make love to everyone
who's in love with you?

No. You. You only... And you.

And you again.

That's too many if you ask me.

Yeah, but who cares? Nobody's asking.

How would you know?

I know it.

A woman can tell those things.

Will you wait for me?

Yes.

Even if you have to wait a lifetime?

Till year 3096.

What happens after that?

I'll turn myself into Sleeping Beauty.

I'll be sleeping.

I will be sleeping.

penelope spent a lot of time going over
her memories she was getting on in her

late fifties and realized that she had
lived some pretty bleak years she hardly

knew anyone any more and she wanted no
part of the old goats you know the kind

This is unbelievable.

Come in.

How are you doing?

You're just in time.

Oh, yeah?

I'm drowning in tarred love affairs,
broken hearts, and unsalvageable

One of these guys anchored his yacht
just about a mile from here.

Six months ago. And he will not move
until he hears from me.

That's amazing.

Care to go for a cruise on a yacht?

Huh? A yacht?

I have never even been in a gondola.

So many things to do in so little time.
You're right.

Let's play a game.

No. You always, always cheat.

Because I want to win.

Same story.

But it's not quite the kind of game I
have in mind.

Oh, yeah?

My Ladyfield Adventure?

Yeah. Here.

Close your eyes.

And pick one.

Sure. Yeah.

Lucky girl.

My family invented the hard piece that
covers the shoelaces.

And your own worth?

Well, counting the land, the real
estate, that is, the corporations, the

I should think about $115 million.

Ah, well, we certainly thank you for
your visit, Mr.

Borononoff. Call me Ferdy.

Yes, well, Ferdy, my client, Miss
Oxworth, cannot even be seen in public

you unless you are worth...

Five hundred million dollars, of course.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you for
coming, Ferdy.

But we wouldn't want Miss Oxworth to
touch your sweaty hand now, would we?

Miss

Oxworth

cannot be seen in public with you.

Unless you're worth at least $500
million.

Of course.

Mr. John Stuart Alden. See you, my lady.

Hello.

Oh, Mr. Alden. What a pleasure.

We're charmed, I assure you.

Not as much as I. My name is Mary Burke.

I'm Miss Oxworth's lawyer.

As I understand it, you work in the law
firm that handles my little affairs.

Yes, you're absolutely right.

Well, won't you sit down, Mr. Alden, and
let's start with a simple chat, shall

we? Oh, I love simple chats.

Well, this is a coincidence.

Now, Mr. Alden, we understand that you
own controlling interests in several

petrol corporations as well as
entertainment interests.

Yes, that's true, but I must ask for
your forgiveness.

I came to meet Miss Oxworth because my
father asked me to, but with all the

respect I owe you.

I am not in love with you, and I don't
need your money.

You know, when you have more than you
need to live on, I don't see the point

this. And so it would be unfair to
continue this interview.

Is it pointless asking you how much you
are worth?

Well, I don't know exactly how much I'm
worth.

As I said, my father even wrote the
letter trying to convince Lady Penelope

have an interview.

Well, Mr. Alden...

Your heads of honesty and fair play are
certainly reassuring Your ladyship is

too kind.

Would you join me for a cup of tea?

That would be a pleasure

Mary

I have told you a million times

Tea is a very delicate matter.

It must be handled with dexterity and
treated with care.

Don't you agree, Mr. Alden?

I take a certain pride in training my
people to serve me the way I want to be

served.

Don't you agree, Mr. Alden?

Oh, I do indeed.

Of course.

So where are you staying, Mr. Alden?

Oh, the Monaco, of course.

Of course.

And what do you like to do in your free
time?

This tea is excellent.

Thank you. Thank you for

your

time and your tea. I do hope that we'll
meet again.

Well, well, well.

He's in love with you.

Oh, not so fast.

It's been tough for her, poor girl.

Granted, thanks to you, she almost came
out of it.

I guess at one point, she'd have been
better off in a convent.

I don't know.

But she was ready and willing to start
another life.

But of course, she had to make sure
she'd find Mr. Right.

Searching for the miserable man.

Impossible.

Now, wait a minute.

Alden, isn't that Mikey's nephew?

No.

I mean, Michael Alden III, Scotty's
Banking Company.

They have big real estate holdings in
the Bahamas and the Caribbean.

Mm -hmm, that's the one.

Uh -huh.

Yeah, well, since the war, I've called
him Mikey.

You know, he saved my life in Formosa in
43, but then I saved his in China in

52.

Uh,

John Stewart, he's a fine young man.

Became a lawyer, didn't he?

Yes, he passed the bar with honors.

Hmm. You know, Aeneas.

She should have called me.

I could have vouched for the boy.

That was not necessary.

Somebody had to ask the right questions.

I mean, I thought it was you he fell in
love with.

No.

That she did all by herself.

So, visiting a client?

Working hard on some contract?

What's your specialty as an attorney,
anyway, Miss Burke?

I'm a law attorney.

Oh, those are hard to come by.

Are they?

I'm here. And you? What kind of a rich
man are you?

Filthy rich.

Are you going to ask me in, or are we
going to stand in the hall all night?

Oh, I'm so sorry. Please, won't you come
in, Miss Burke?

I thought you'd never ask.

Tell me, what's a young lawyer like you
doing in a place like this?

Thank you.

um

It was the weekend when I visited her.

She was surprised to see me.

I heard later on that she wanted to
commit suicide.

Anyway, she let me in and we had tea.

I had to make it because her staff was
out and she didn't know how to make tea.

It's a rude awakening when your kitchen
in your own home feels like foreign

territory.

Milk? Or lemon. Lemon, please.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, don't worry, dear. It's just an old
carpet.

Lemon is good for it.

But now tell me, what are you doing in
Venice?

I was just in the neighborhood.

I'll believe that if you'll believe I
was married to the Pope.

Was it after or before he became a pope?

All right. You have antennae.

Sugar.

No, thank you.

Yes, I just... had a feeling I had to
see you.

You're right.

I have this terrible pain in my heart.

Just right over here.

And I'm sure it's not indigestion.

I wish I was 18.

18 again.

I wish I had listened to my heart and
not to my mother.

So?

What happened? Tell me.

When I was 18, I was madly in love with
the Prince Charming.

And he with me.

Oliver Prescott Moore.

He was the son of a judge.

A peer of the realm.

Good luck.

Sense of humor.

And a smile big as Gibraltar.

He left England to look for knowledge to
find his destiny.

I promised to wait for him until the end
of the world.

So I received a postcard every week from
the most beautiful

places in the world.

And then they stopped, so I thought.

My mother.

Tried to help me with love, attention,
affection, sweetness.

She organized teas, invited friends,
eligible bachelors.

One of them was Charlie Oxworth, from
one of the richest families in the

So I married him a year later in
America.

Later, just before my mother died, she
told me that she'd intercepted all my

mail from Oliver.

Can you imagine that?

Just because she didn't like Oliver's
way of life.

And what did you do when you found out?

It was impossible to live with it.

What could I do?

I had married a nice husband. I had a
beautiful son.

But I never tried to get in touch with
Oliver until a few weeks

ago.

And then...

A lawyer from California just wrote back
to tell me that he died a few years

ago.

My goodness.

I'm so sorry, Penelope.

Now I'm feeling so alone and so sad.

So sad that I wish... I just don't know
what to do, Emmanuel.

Please don't cry, dear. Don't say that.

What can I do to help you?

Do you want me to stay a couple of days
with you?

Thank you.

Mmm. This is so refined.

So refined.

I second it.

So, what did you do? Did you call
California?

That very night.

Yes.

Yes. The name is Oliver Prescott Moo.

Died 1st January, 89, in California.

You don't have anything about it?

Yeah, give me the phone number.

Thank you very much.

Yes, hello. May I speak please to Mr.
Larry Lester?

Thank you.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Listen. After you.

No, you were first.

Okay. I think it's time to drop the
facade.

I know you're Anais Oxworth.

I know you do.

Huh? I played dumb just to see how far
you'd go.

I would have gone until after dessert,
but the duck made me do it.

How did you know?

I remember you from... The party at
Harry Maxwell's summer estate.

Do you

like picnics? Picnics?

It's the best picnic I've ever been to.

Why are you smiling?

Because. And how can you see from that
corner of your eye like that?

I'm a trained offlooker.

Because what?

Am I too bold for you?

Oh, yes.

Shall I stop?

Tell me, or I'll do to you what I do to
my servant when she misbehaves.

Oh, I'm so afraid. Ain't misbehaving.

I've been in love with you for such a
long time.

Don't say that.

Why?

Because then it was wrong, and the me
you knew doesn't exist anymore.

I'm more in love with you than I ever
was.

Is that still wrong?

No. As a matter of fact, I've got all
night.

That's all the time you have?

We'll see after the duck.

Will you marry me?

After the duck.

After the duck.

So, let's get on with the duck.

Oh.

No.

You're an amazing creature.

Creature? You said creature?

Yes.

Well, anyway.

A week later, I received a peach
-colored dress Anissa bought for me.

Fitted well.

I still wear it occasionally.

Have you seen her since then?

Oh, many times.

She got married with John Stewart.

They have two beautiful little girls.

And we chair a charity together.

Well, it doesn't surprise me. She's got
a good heart.

What about me?

What about you?

Men, all the same.

Morning. Hi.

Did you sleep well, my dear? The
vaporitos didn't disturb you?

I slept like a baby.

Of course, of course.

I prefer jam to marmalade.

What about you?

I can't see, honey.

Tell me

something else about Oliver.

What else is there to say that I haven't
already told you?

I don't know.

Something that... Something that would
help your investigation, Sherlock.

Listen, I can't tell you why, but you
must hang on.

Hang on to your dreams.

Because I believe that they're worth
becoming reality.

Do you trust me?

You're my friend.

You're like a daughter I never had. Of
course I trust you.

Then, pack your bags.

We're going on a trip.

On a trip? Where to?

It's a surprise.

You're amazing.

This is too much. Where did you go with
poor Penelope?

India.

India?

What knows for?

Do you want to know the end of the
story, or do you want to wait till after

coffee? No one on this aircraft is going
to have coffee until I've heard the end

of the story.

Maybe India is just a dream, a mirage in
which old magical beliefs are crossing

each other.

A dream in which faces of other times
and other worlds look like multicolored

outlines of local gods and of old
guardians which carry the incredible

centuries of war and colonization.

Temples of round stone, heavy as uncut
gems.

designed to withstand the waves of
prayer, the thousand and one tales of

conquest, love, and broken promises.

Penelope didn't know why I forced her to
follow me to Barapul.

However, she never asked me the reason
why we were here.

Penny.

Penelope, is that you?

Yes.

You said you were dead.

Let's just say that I've retired from
the world we came from.

I have so many things to say, to tell
you.

Anger, despair, all those emotions I
want to share with you.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

So sorry. No, don't be.

It would spoil my happiness seeing you.

You're just saying that.

Come on, I haven't seen you for 30
years, and you just can't help it.

already nitpicking.

You never got married?

Never. Why?

I never found anyone like you.

You're just saying that.

You must be exhausted after your trip.

I have a few more kids to see, and then
I'll be yours for eternity.

Eternity's too short for what I have in
mind.

You're Emmanuel, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I'm glad we found you, Doctor.

Doctor?

I'll see you at the hotel.

We have 30 years to make up for.

Okay. It won't be too long.

Meg?

I've set out all your things, Penny.

Hey. What's the matter?

Have you seen him?

What do you mean?

Have you seen how handsome he is?

Yeah. You have very good taste in men.

He's so handsome.

And... Look at me.

Even this mirror tells me the truth.

I'm old.

I look old.

I think you look wonderful.

You're kind, and I'm a fool.

I should have let the past sleep in an
eternal slumber.

I want to go home.

I made a terrible mistake coming here.

Please, take me home.

Do you really want to go back?

Listen, Penny.

Love with blind.

Love pays with feeling, not with eyes.

And anyway, we're going to make you the
most beautiful lady in the world.

Your kindness was always amazing.

So I'll leave my beauty in your arms.

Penny? Penny?

If my memory is correct, those feet are
not your feet.

And you're hiding in the bathroom.

Penny.

You're unbelievable.

That's because you want me to look like
that.

No, I simply adore you.

There's never been another woman in my
life.

When you stopped writing, when your
mother wrote to me to say you were

to Oxford, my life was useless. I
thought it was the end.

No, please.

So I went back to college and became an
M .D. We have plenty of time to talk.

I know what you want.

And what do I want?

Me.

You'll never know how much.

Not if you keep talking like that.

Are you still the little Penny I used to
know?

Yes, and you're still the same old
Oliver.

And now we're in the land of the Kama
Sutra.

And I know what we're going to do about
it.

Kama Sutra?

Kama Sutra.

Oh.

Oh.

oh oh

Thank you.