All language subtitles for Rapture.1979.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.LT].eng

SPECIAL PRIZE BY THE MINISTRY OF CULTURE
IN THE YEAR 1979

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

This very morning,

I'll send you the reconstructed film
and this tape.

If what I think is going
to happen does happen,

no one will send you the last film.

You'll have to come and get it.

RAPTURE

Stop.

Stop!
Stop!

And now, back up, please.

She gets in the coffin
and we stay with her until...

until there.
- Here what?

You mark the beginning of the fade.

It fades to black and then

it says: "The End".
- What about the flaming coffin?

Don't need it, can't you see?
We throw it out.

Okay. Let's get this straight...
- What?

This is not good.

This one either? Why?

Because she's looking at
the camera the entire shot.

She gets inside the coffin,
and there, she looks at us.

I think there are some more takes.
Let's check them first.

You're joking, it's the only
interesting bit in the entire picture.

Come on, time's up! Let's go!
- No, forget it, I'm staying.

See you Monday.
- Bye.

Look, this way we can
skip the final credits.

She looks at the audience and
they automatically understand

that she's delighted to be a vampire.

It's fun, she doesn't regret it.
And there the story ends. Full stop.

Fade to black, no regrets.

Look, the important thing is knowing

what she does and doesn't want.
Nothing else matters. Superfluous cinema.

Get out of here!

Jose, I don't get you.

I don't get you at all.
You're acting weird.

If we're going to work like this,
I guarantee you'll ruin this film.

Which, by the way, was fine until today.

Until today!

Better than "The Curse", that's for sure.
And boy, were you happy then.

Do you think so?
- You betcha! Of course.

You were just starting up with Ana
and you were happy. Damn it...

What's the matter with you?
It all went... nowhere, right?

Look, Jose. Sorry to insist,
but this is no way...

Shooting ended yesterday,
you drove all night,

you've been messing this up all day long.
One more take, then get some sleep.

I don't want to see any more takes.

I want what we saw,
fading to black from where I said.

Yes sir, whatever you say.

Fade? I'll fade it. Dissolve?
I'll dissolve it. No problem!

But don't come in on Monday
wanting the bat scene,

or the flaming coffin...
or talking about Film...

Cause I'm sick of...
- Film? What Film?

Screw Film.

Oh, I know...
You're screwing it, alright!

Of course, and you know why?

Because, in the end...

It isn't me who loves Cinema...

But Cinema...
- But Cinema that loves me.

Oh... Fuck off!

And so our opera programme
is coming to an end.

It's 10:00 p.m. and the temperature on
the Gran Via is 28 degrees centigrade.

Ah, it's you. So, you're back.

How about the movies? Lotta work, huh?
- Yes, yes...

Oh, wait a sec...
There's something for you.

The postman brought it last week.

It's registered and I signed for it.

You never know if they'll come back.

I tried to give it to Miss Ana,
but she sidestepped me.

You know? I haven't seen her since...
- Is Miss Ana here?

Yes, she came around
a couple of days ago.

I mean, today's Friday, right?

Friday... On Saturday.

She came in with a bag
and asked for you.

I told her you'd be back
by the end of the week...

I went for the parcel, came back,
and she was already on the 3rd floor.

And I know she doesn't like to be
disturbed, so the parcel's still here.

You're out of here right now,
I don't care.

You're out of here right now,
I don't care.

You're out of here right now,
I don't care. I don't care!

Ana.

Ana!

And tonight...

When will this awful,
tiresome dandruff problem end?

Put an end to it with
Revlon Zp11 shampoo.

Zp11 contains zinc pyrithione,
which eradicates dandruff completely.

Zp11 shampoo by Revlon.

Jose, it's me, Pedro.
Do you remember me?

What I'm sending you... just listen and
watch, or better still, eat and digest it.

Right away, if possible.
It may be urgent...

Maybe you don't recognise my voice,

but it shouldn't come as a surprise,
if you remember who I am.

Is that you?

Jose, it's me, Pedro.
Do you remember me?

What I'm sending you... just listen and
watch, or better still, eat and digest it.

Right away, if possible.
It may be urgent...

Maybe you don't recognise my voice,

but it shouldn't come as a surprise,
if you remember who I am.

I know we only saw each other
twice in our lives, but so what?

But I know, only you
could understand what happened.

After all, if it wasn't for you,

I'd still be filming my aunt
or at best my cousin Marta.

He got her doing all sorts of things,

singing and dancing,
playing the piano, cooking...

Everywhere except the bathroom!
- Yeah, but I mean...

What does he do? Narratives with
a script? Like documentaries or...?

Who knows? You think he shows them?

He doesn't?
- No way!

The only one who ever saw them, and I'm
not too sure about it, was my ex-husband.

Carlos?
- Yes.

You see, it was probably so strange that
they never spoke to each other again.

What did Carlos say?
- He was so rude, I don't even remember.

What I do know is that, more than
once, walking past Pedro's door,

he was inside, watching his own movies
and crying in desperation.

So?

What do you mean "So"?
They're not dramas.

He cries because he doesn't like them.
They terrify... they horrify him.

His own films! Isn't that terrible, Jose?

He sees it as dedication.
- Right.

Wait, it's here to the right.

I was very fond of Marta.

As you know, she taught me
the tricks I needed to stay on course.

And how not to dance to anyone's tune
anymore. Well, you know what I mean.

Although she matured as of late
and started to get motherly on me.

Thinking she could follow me, like when
she was little and we lived together.

Oh, right...
For my cousin, cinema is...

Cinemania!

You're crazy.
- You see, a bit raw, so to speak.

The film thing?
- No, him. Pedro.

Sure, if he doesn't eat or
screw or sleep or anything...

Man, I said he 'hardly'
ate or drank or screwed...

So, anyway, how old is he?
- Well, it depends...

What do you mean?

He's a guy who's lived
for 27 years but is...

...12.

I know a lot who are like that.
- I doubt it.

There he is. Look. Stop.
Stop. There he is. Stop.

Blow the horn, blow it. Where is it?

I'll give him the film. Wait a sec.

Pedro! Pedro, it's me!

Marta.

When you came to see the house
for a film you were going to do,

I'd been looking for help for a long time.
You weren't the first...

What film? Are you stupid?
Look what you've done, stupid!

Get out of here, stupid!
- The way you act sometimes, Pedro!

Shit, shit, shit!

Doesn't he feel hot in that?
- Hot? Do you remember Christmas?

39, 40...

Those mushrooms?
Well, those bits, anyway.

Paco's rabbit, always walking around,
ended up eating them.

Paco? It was Luis who had a rabbit.
- Oh, right, at Luis's place.

Yes, so?

Remember what happened?

Yes, no one could tell you
from the rabbit.

That's right, but the thing is, it was the
rabbit who ate the mushrooms... not us.

...but you were the most useful.

Usually, people who came with Marta

didn't deserve me leaving
my state of being at all.

I preferred to get it wrong rather
than having to explain about myself.

But with you it was different.
Not only did you make movies,

but it was also your fate
to hate doing it intensely.

Your magnetic halo gave you away.

I kind of like this.
- You do? But man, it's a mess!

I like it.
- It wasn't at all like this before.

And besides, you came
at a crucial time for me.

Marta was more right than she realised.

Aunt Carmen, where are you?

Martita, is that you? Come in, I'm...

I'd been filming everything around me,
again and again, for too long.

The same sparkles, the same pauses...
Do you remember?

Are you okay?

Come on, let's have dinner.
- The cake was marvellous,

but it's no longer the same.
- I liked it a lot. You, Jose?

Delicious.
The pastry has to...

Shall I turn on the TV?
- I refuse to eat with the TV on.

With coffee perhaps,
but not when I'm eating.

You bet, it's bad for everything.

Do you like watching TV?
- I only watch the movies.

Movies, of course.

It's annoying, because some are
very good but I miss them all.

I often go to the cinema, you know?

We used to travel a lot and bring back
some marvellous colour films.

Yes, I remember, and almost all
of them were about water-skiing.

I'll get me some coffee.
Asun isn't very well, is she?

Don't think so.
- "The white is fine."

That woman. I mean, I don't get it.
So fat, looking that way...

But she's a genius, right?
- You like her, like all young men.

I'll never understand it.
She was successful, wasn't she?

Her? The most famous of all.

I suppose, you hired famous actors
for your film. What was the title again?

"Wolf Men".

Oh, right.
And you said I can't have seen it?

It's curious, yet...
Are you sure Alan Ladd isn't in it?

I've seen them all,
and if I'm not mistaken...

Yes, but... the movie hasn't been
released or even finished...

Right. That's why I'm taking the liberty of
giving you advice. As a matter of fact...

No. Not Alan Ladd...

But it's important to film it in colour,
believe me. This fad for black and white...

It doesn't convince me at all.

This film, for instance,
was in colour when I first saw it.

And look at it now, all grey.
Poor thing...

This is a colour TV, isn't it?
- It was, but I scraped it all off.

Do you know what they do?
They freeze them to save the colour.

And it shows, of course. It's not the same.
- She's colour-blind.

Don't whisper, dear. I can hear you
anyway. And I'm not catatonic either.

Actually, I've a very good memory
and this isn't the same as it used to be.

Well, let's watch the film, shall we?

I breath life into those fascinating
sirens that you love so much.

But in reality I'm a
completely different person.

Beneath all this glitter,
Maby Sarden is as human as...

Something else you must tell me, Mr...
- Not "Mr", aunty, please.

...is why, when they start
singing or crying,

their voices change and
they sound like chickens.

That's the dubbing, aunty, you know that.
- Well, it didn't happen before.

It's always been that way and
they don't sound like chickens.

Well, anyway...

Isn't it depressing?
The colour used to be marvellous.

You tried to look sceptical and vulgar.

And now, dear friends, I would like
to say good night to you all...

But the back of your neck gave you away.
You were dying for something to happen.

You're wrong, aunty.

She's always insisted that this dress
is white with blue flowers, for instance.

So don't try and tell me about this film,
because you've never seen it till the end.

Don't be angry, aunty. And why the need
for all this renovation to sell the house?

Look, the buyer insisted
on it before signing...

Your friend is easily distracted.
- You haven't drunk your coffee, Jose.

I like it cold.
- No bad idea, with this heat.

Well, I'm off to bed. Tomorrow,
Marta will show you around.

I hope you like it.
- I don't think it's right for him.

If you like it, I hope you'll
give me a part in it, even in disguise.

I'd like to see myself.
I've been filmed before,

but since we can't see it...
And I want to see myself.

In colour?
- Sure, young man.

Tomorrow I'll start sunbathing and in a
fortnight I'll look like a golden apple.

No... it's going to be a pale picture.
- I won't do it then.

Good night, aunty.

Good night.

Don't open the windows...
The insects, you know.

If you wait a second,
I'll bring you that thing.

You passed the first test easily.

I decided to carry on when
Marta had finished with you,

or you with Marta. Whatever...
But I had to wait a long time.

I couldn't show you the films
just like that, you know what I mean?

Don't you want to talk
about your cousin any more?

You like him, huh?

Hey, Marta...

you didn't put something
in my drink, did you?

In your drink?

At supper, I mean.
- Shut up and sniff that.

I don't want to talk about my cousin.

Jose... Jose?

Uff... All at one blow. I'm dead.

I'm glad I took my contact lenses out.

Here, Jose.
- Thanks.

Good night.
- No, no, no, wait.

No, no. Sleep tight.
- Wait, let me tell you something.

Sweet dreams.
- But Marta, I want to...

Mart...

With you I wanted to play fair and thought
a chat would be a good way to start.

Treat me. I... I want to talk to you.

Less, less... Best let me do it.

I'll do it.

According to Marta, she kept that powder

so that we could go back to my
childhood when she came to see us.

But I couldn't disagree more.

My cousin says you make movies.

And some music too.
What kind of movies do you make?

Well...

Forget it. I just want you to help me.

Tell me how to film
at a specific rhythm.

Do you know what to do with a pause?

No, I don't know what a pause is.

I guess the chat
wasn't such a good idea,

but it helped,
as I always make mistakes first.

A pause is the Achilles Heel.

The vanishing point. Our only chance.

Let's see. What were your favourite
cards for collecting as a kid?

Really...

this is incredible.

Some delicate shit.

If you overdo it...

...no good.

A real bitch, that's for sure.
But it works for me.

It works for me with the others,
those who come from outside.

Because I don't speak to my family.

They're all right.

I don't fuck either. Well...

I do fuck my cousin and
her husband, that is.

"King Solomon's Mines".

That was my favourite collection.
- That's okay. Don't you think?

I don't sleep, you know?
When there's no other way...

I take some of that powder.

'Cause it lowers my rhythm.

But I don't like it.

It makes me grow up.

You should be more careful,
shouldn't you?

You look too grown up.

But "King Solomon's Mines"...
Good choice. Come on.

Come on, let's go.
Can you get my sweater and jacket?

Come on in. I'll make you some room.

Are you always cold?
- Almost always. Sit down.

I love finding key things,
but it's not easy.

Not even with my own things.
Especially with those.

You surprised me.
The surprise factor counts.

But you weren't surprised.

Here, let's see
if you like it that much.

KING SOLOMON'S MINES

Tell me, how long could you
spend looking at this card?

And this one? Remember?

And this border?

And this other one?
Years... Centuries...

An entire morning...
Impossible to know.

Pure escapism. Ecstasy.

Suspended in pure pause. Enraptured.

Look.

Well, you're not so bad.

That's what it's all about. You see?
Nothing to do with memories.

Quite the contrary. It'll have to be...
here and now. And for the first time.

This was so you'd know
what I'm talking about.

Now let's get on with it,
the effect's wearing off

and I could turn into
a pumpkin any second now.

Would you like another line?
- More? No way!

I'll show you this,
but you won't tell a soul, will you?

All that build-up just to end up
watching that garbage,

although nice garbage.

It was embarrassing for me, but I had
to get you interested one way or another.

But I knew that once the projection
started, I'd be out of action.

But remember that I'd been making
the same images for centuries.

My whole life at that time had been
like one long wank without coming.

Even though I actually thought
that this here was 'coming'.

How far I was from understanding
the meaning, the purpose,

the role, the game that
'making films' represented.

You promised to help me.

But once you'd left and returned
to your home, to your things,

I suppose, I just turned into
something hysterical and absurd for you.

Into something exotic, maybe.

Something that makes you open your eyes
but that you'll forget again right away.

How on Earth...?

How can you...
- Fill the house?

...dare come back?

Well, actually I did think about that.

I'd never used lipstick before.
Just balm if my lips were sore.

Then one day somebody
kissed me and said I was dull.

And since then I've smeared
myself red, day and night.

Perversion red, fascination red,
rape red, penetration red...

A strange guy who'd found you...
- And you've kissed me

just to take the red from my lips
and injected me to shut me up.

With your strange obsession for film...
- I'm trying to say that...

I want you to know that I always did...
- Back then, also...

what others told me, but always returned.
- ...you had more ideas than you have now.

And now...
- ...I think.

Well, now it isn't as easy
anymore. It's no fun.

I wonder...
- No fun at all...

if you're still with your girlfriend...

...and your powders. You're among those
who might know how to use them.

But I don't know.

I was afraid you might
forget all about me.

Marta told me that you wouldn't
be shooting at our house after all.

And I asked myself what was
the point of my tender age,

which had been so hard to hold on to,
if it wouldn't get me to where I aimed for.

And all I got out of it
was those unbearable spasms.

What are you cooking up?
- A surprise ending.

I've got a bit of the best in the world.

But that's not acid.

Look, there's blows...
and there's fucking.

But, of those blows
that are not fucking,

this blow...

...is the best fuck.

Coke.

Horse, baby. Heroin.

Got a problem with that?

I couldn't feel better
than I do right now.

I'm not surprised. But there's always
something better and you know it.

You can get hooked on that.
- Nonsense. It's like everything else.

Just don't overdo it...
If you do, then it's no good.

That's why I feel like easy prey.
- A real bitch. Yes, sir.

Calm...

Tame.
- You talking about this? Wow!

Delicate shit.

Did I mention Pedro?

The guy from the weekend who...

Jose,
tell me shooting will start in a few weeks.

Fortunately you didn't say goodbye.

That made you feel guilty
and like you owed me something.

I even thought the spasms could kill me.

I was getting used to the idea when
I suddenly received this fantastic machine.

The results were overwhelming.

Now I no longer needed to rely
on my pulse, which was a bit unsteady.

I felt like going into town
and telling everyone,

but I knew how to keep my rhythm...
and only called you.

Don't give in, Jose. This has less and
less to do with the original project.

You're the director. Stand your ground!
- Who cares? The title's not important.

Besides, "Wolf Men" wasn't exactly...

But "The Curse of the Wolfman"
is even worse.

It's so trite, that "The of the The".

Look, if I don't do this one,
I'll never make it, okay?

Yes, I know that.

But do it with the original title, with the
scenes they want to cut and with my voice.

What's all this 'dubbing me' about, anyway?
- Hit you where it hurts, huh?

I'm not so sure about
this countryside idea.

Have you noticed how pale you're looking?
- Yeah.

You need sunlight, baby. Fresh air,
country bugs. To get away from Madrid.

I'd rather sleep at home.
- No.

Yes.
- No way! Dammit!

Besides, he's a very special guy, I want
you to meet him. You won't regret it.

Wait till you see
the kind of films he makes.

Of course, I didn't tell you
to bring that Ana of yours.

A rather excessive girl who'd take
whatever comes her way in a fortnight.

Shit, I forgot to bring it.

What?
- What do you think? Horse!

And you? You brought some?

Cheer up, Turner.

Hey! That's Marta's aunt.

Hello. Well, it's about time!
- Hello.

It's a pity I won't be there.
Tomorrow, perhaps?

No, sorry. We decided to shoot
it all in Madrid in the end.

I thought Marta had told you.
We came to see Pedro.

...so I still won't get to see myself
in a film then?

Did you sell the house?

Yes. Know where we're going?
- No idea.

To Hollywood?
- To Lourdes.

Isn't it marvellous? Or rather "miraculous"
which maybe is more adequate.

It is indeed! Is Pedro going too?

To be honest, I didn't dare tell him yet.
He might think it a hint, which it isn't.

And he's been so happy all week.
I'll have to wait for him to feel low.

I don't know. We'll see... I'm Carmen.
- I'm Ana. How are you?

See you later. Pleased to meet you.
Close the gate for me, please.

Yes, no problem.
- I don't want the cows to get out.

That complicated things a little.

I had to change my plans for the day and
with all the hurry, I got the wrong object.

Well, she was going to be a tough one,
no doubt. Because actually,

when she was little she went to see
a version of the "Pied Piper of Hamelin"

with exactly the same set design
as I'd put out for her.

I'm upstairs. Come and help me
get this chest of drawers down.

But fact is, it didn't captivate her.

Actually, to be honest,

I was worried that if she
didn't shoot it up her vein,

I wouldn't be able to
enrapture her the way I did.

What a mess it turned out to be.

Wait, have you got powder?
- What?

I need some or I won't go in.

What if I haven't?
- Yes, you have.

Give me some, come on.
- Alright, but quick, she mustn't know.

Some more, don't be mean.
- More?

I told her I didn't have any.

You shouldn't have brought her then.
- Don't. Let's go or she'll notice.

Let her.
- Come on, go ahead and act normal, please.

What a hot day today.

Ana, you're making a fool of yourself.

Put that away and stop showing off.

A fool, me? I'm not hiding things, Jose.

No, you just show off.

You're such a pain.

"You can get hooked on that."

Just stop...
- No, you stop!

And that's the end of it, okay?

Then don't make me talk.
Just give me some and that's it.

No.
- Sure. Give her some.

A little more, what can happen?
All in all...

Frankly, it's written
all over your faces.

You two are no longer up for
pauses or raptures anymore.

No. A bit worn out.
- What's he talking about?

Especially you!

Would you cry at the sight of a
miserable "Kim of India" card?

Or one from "King Solomon's Mines"?
- I can't see what's funny about that.

I challenge you to lose yourself
more than 10 minutes in that place.

Just hand it over.
- No, not like that.

That way it would have to be two hours...

...and on my little chair.
Don't you agree?

I've brought you something.

Do you like it?

Not bad... Not bad!

Now let's see what could
enrapture that girl...

You won.

Congratulations. Maybe I was wrong.

It turns out that you're
ecstatic creatures like myself.

I hope you agree with my picture.
But now I'm hungry.

I haven't eaten in a month,
and I have to eat.

A month according to others,
a day for me, you know what I mean?

A single day. Relaxed.
No tension, no powders.

You'd find that a drag? Well, it isn't.
Can you follow me, or can't you?

Christ, how hungry and thirsty I am.

I'll drink alcohol. After all,
a century is a century.

Let's pour money down the drain!

Really, I fell asleep after five minutes.

But it's true, it is. This very same
Betty Boop... This one, with this tear...

that Lila stitched for me
when I was 5 years old...

It was my most favourite thing
in the whole world.

Isn't that strange?
- Yes.

The gazpacho was good,
but not as good as before.

Want some alcohol? No?

Really? You don't want any?

You can keep her.

If you think it helps... it'll make
it easier to reach that point,

then take it with you.

This is really good.

But I guess it's time for me now
to show you my gem.

I understand now... That is,
not long ago, I came to understand

that those images didn't
fascinate you as much as me.

For me they topped it all off.

That's the only mistake! The only one!

But bear in mind that I still
believed in cameras that filmed,

in filmed things and
in projectors that projected.

You must understand that I hadn't
even had the faintest idea

of how far away I was
from my true course.

And that's it for today. Thanks to
the invaluable help of my friend,

I've managed to hit the mark as desired.
Tomorrow I'll leave this place.

New places, other people and famous
spots that no one knows lie ahead of me.

Thousands of secret rhythms
that I shall discover.

The mirror shall open its doors
and we shall see... the...

the... the... The Other!

So be quiet. All the world be quiet!

Keep still world, for I am coming!

Once again, I was gloriously wrong.

But let me insist: maybe it was all
necessary to get to where I am now.

It was. No doubt about it.

Keep still, will you?

Turn off that music!

Don't shout at me. You've no reason to.

Want some tea?
- No.

Can I talk to you now?
- What for?

To ask how it went. The shoot,
if you're happy with it?

How the film will be?
- Bad.

Bad...

And to tell you that I've been trying
and that I've almost made it.

Don't look at me like that.
I haven't touched it for 3... no, 4 days.

Bravo.

But it's really hard, you know.

Especially in this state that
we both have reached now, dammit!

As everybody else.

Everything's dissolving, right?

Isn't that right?

Jose, why don't we make
another movie together?

Or have a baby, the two of us,
or drop some acid together.

If we got into something... don't know...
muscular, energetic... Fuck! physical...

...we could get out of all this here.
The rows, your yelling, my inopportuneness.

We won't fight again, because
we won't see each other anymore.

Who said that?

How dare you?

Do you want me to leave?
Is that what you want? Tell me!

Please, Ana. Ana!
- Yes or No?

A month ago... that is, the last time
you asked me the same question,

you yelled at last: "I'll never come back!
I'll star in a film by Fernán-Goméz."

So could you tell me...
...Okay, fine...

What am I saying... Look, don't tell me.
I don't want to know a thing.

I know it all and so do you.
So don't bother me!

Indeed, I took some money and left
home the next day. Aunty and all...

All that I've filmed since
is on the reel I'm sending you.

And I suggest you start seeing it now,
if you haven't already.

Now look what you've done!
You're... dreadful! A monster!

Why did I come back? Because I'm an
idiot... and I don't know what pride is.

I don't get other people involved in
my mess, and then get bored with them,

and even get bored with
myself then to top it all off!

If it came to it, I'm sure
you'd be capable of killing me.

But don't you worry,
I'll pack my bags and leave.

Believe it or not, there are some places
where I'm not in the way,

and where people just take me
for what I am.

I'm sick of hypocritical do-gooders.

I thought you were smarter.

Fancy a sniff?

I hate you.

You're a bastard, Jose.
- Look who's talking.

Me? All this cash on the carpet and...

Talking about smack.
Didn't do it for weeks.

Smack... Didn't take any, sure.
But I bet you've dreamed about it.

Not me, but you.

Me? Sure!
Dreamt of it, tasted it, took it, killed...

Fine. So what? You've got me hooked, so?
- What a bitch you are, shit!

Wanna see a film?

A film? I'm not too sure.

Remember Pedro?

Yes, the Betty Boop guy.
I didn't want to take it, remember?

Of course.

When was that?

It was... uff...

You hadn't taken up
"The Curse" yet, right?

A year ago, more or less.

Just a moment, okay?

I thought I was on the edge of total
rapture, starting out on my path to glory.

Already on the train I was seized
by a mad feeling of euphoria.

Segovia to Madrid turned out
to be Venus to Pluto.

Speeds added up, divided, multiplied.

So many rhythms, all different,
which I'd never seen before...

I thought I was on the edge of total
rapture, starting out on my path to glory.

Already on the train I was seized
by a mad feeling of euphoria.

Segovia to Madrid turned out
to be Venus to Pluto.

Speeds added up, divided, multiplied.

So many rhythms, all different,
which I'd never seen before,

but had sensed had actually been there
all along... yet for, not against.

But the thing was that now
I felt they were happening.

I was finding treasure in everything
and anything would bring me to ecstasy...

Or at least that was
what I felt sure of.

Anyway, I moved into the heights
of an apartment building

and set out to possess it all.

I didn't want to socialize
with people, as you know.

I wanted my relationships
to be produced by film alone.

By shooting and projecting.

But, of course, since I needed fresh prey,
I had no choice but to talk to them,

convince them, arrange to meet them,
treat them to drinks, meals...

Well, as you know, I can't do things
like that without 'certain' help.

Fine, let's not fool ourselves.
The truth is...

I needed pleasure,
I didn't need help at all.

Additional pleasure.

So, just like that,

I found myself trapped by little
things that absorbed all my energy,

not knowing what would happen next,
as if going round and round in circles,

and completely forgetting
about what I'd come here for.

Finally there came a day when
there was nothing new to see,

nothing to surprise or amaze me,
no force to shoot, no nothing.

My voice had aggravated completely,
as had my looks.

I quickly shaved and ate,
and spent the whole day

surrounded by people
who just got in my way.

The last film had come out black.

Other people had been using the camera

and I didn't want to see it anymore
and just tried to forget my cinema...

...or call it what you want...
...and perhaps kill myself.

Where had all this ecstasy,
magic and rapture gone?

That 'state of grace'
I'd went out to restore?

Where were my vanishing points?
I couldn't even think about it.

I'd wrecked it all.

I was full of despair. I threw
everyone out. Friends, lovers...

...and I cried, like I never had before.
Neither on my worst days,

nor at my worst private screenings
had I ever cried like that before.

On the fourth day I fell asleep,
intending never to wake up again.

But most astonishingly a rapture
took place... without me doing a thing.

Something had passed
through me while I was asleep.

Then I noticed that the camera
at the foot of my bed

had been click-clicking
for God knows how long.

All in all, I decided
to have the film developed.

Did you see that red frame? Stop!
Don't let it go! You have to examine it!

You'll notice that the one just before
the red one isn't like the others.

Do you see it? I sit up and then
"flash" and I lie down again.

As if I'd seen something or
something was about to happen to me.

Ten seconds later, I think
something does happen to me.

And another ten seconds after that,
I return to my position. See it?

Watch carefully.

As if the camera had
refused to photograph it.

When I saw it for the first time
I felt something inexplicable.

I knew, from the moment I got up,
that something had happened...

I felt like someone else.
But that film confirmed it to me...

It gave me back my strength.

I had waited four days
before I was able to see it...

And I knew immediately that I no longer
wanted anything other than that...

...and more of it.

I'd been without food, without sleep,

without taking anything
for the last four days.

Something that had
never happened before.

And now all I wanted was more of that!
But what was 'that'?

When I woke up that afternoon, it was
quite difficult to recompose myself.

I thought the city
had cut me up into pieces,

while the remains of a hurricane,
ten times stronger than the previous one,

were sweeping through my brain. It had
happened again, but stronger and better.

"Who'll come and help me?" I asked
myself with only minimal curiosity.

Maybe some ally from my childhood...
...my real one.

Or even some bloodsucker. I'd been told
they operated during the daytime lately.

Here you go.

Can I...?
Can I have three... six, six cartridges?

Kodachrome?
- Yes.

That's... four thousand pesetas.

When?
- Same as always.

Four days, alright?
- Yes.

I quickly fell back again
into my good old habits.

Again I felt a rhythm... my rhythm.

Cutting myself off and turning away
from people was again a charming idea and

cinema and I became accomplices again.
But accomplices in what?

That wasn't clear at all.

That red frame...
Was it a coincidence?

Or was it some incompatibility
between the film and my rapture?

On the other hand,
I hadn't chosen the film's subject,

and I wasn't ecstatic in the least
to see myself asleep on the screen.

Cut.

The pleasure was on the
other side and I felt good enough

that I waited another four days, dying
with curiosity to see a new red spot.

That was when I made a serious
mistake that almost cost me my life.

I felt so weak that I opened the door
to this friend of mine who visited me.

Pedro, open up please,
I know you're in there.

I warn you, I'm not leaving till I've seen
you, do you hear? You are okay, right?

Pedro, I've brought you tons of croissants.
- Gloria.

I've been to a party you'd die for...
that is, if you're not dead already.

Christ! Pedro! Are you alright?
Pedro! At least answer me! Jeez!

If...

What's that? Are you with someone?
- If you...

I'll open you, if you bring me the film
they'll give you for this. It's nearby.

Well... Alright.

But kick out whoever's in there
with you. I want to see you alone.

Here's the pastries.
Christ, what a mess!

I don't understand how I could have
thought I could remain unharmed

by such a return to my most recent past,

without first having gone through
a steriliser or something like that?

I'll let you in if you promise to sit
quietly. Think, you can manage?

Let me in, whoever you are.

Can I have my film?
- Yes.

What happened to your voice?
Is it really you? Say something.

I say, give me my film.
- And we've been worried and all...

The phone off the hook...
But where have you been all that time?

What's the matter, fella?
- Look, I've got to...

I bet you don't know where I've just been.
- Go! I don't want to know.

What's up?
Going through cold turkey, or what?

I have to see it alone.

Alone. Have to see it alone.
- Who do you think you are, little poop?

I can't see it with other people.

This could backfire. Did you forget all I've
taught you? The things I've done for you!

The monstrous treats that...

I'd never have thought that...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.

What a memory you've got!

But I was the one who gave you
back a taste for elemental things!

You can't treat me like this!
- 10... It's 10.

I want you there for 7 hours.
- What am I? A Pekingese?

More like a bulldog.
- Up yours! You know that you look awful?

I'll do it, if I feel like doing it.

And to think I was so happy
bringing you all those croissants.

But what are you up to?
- Wait and see.

What's wrong? Returned to your
psychedelics and your stupid drugs?

You'll fall asleep and pee yourself?
My patience has a limit, you know.

My curiosity to know what was
behind that red spot...

...that growing red spot...
blocked out any common sense I had.

I was a complete fool.

This very situation led me
to three suppositions:

One: the camera wasn't
behaving like that by chance.

Two:
my ally was going to act in crescendo.

And three: someone had to tell me

what the film, or the camera,
or whatever refused to record.

"Could it be some filthy act never seen
before?" I asked myself between dreams.

Yet just a single day without
my inevitable appointment

was all it took to lose control again.

It was no more and no less than
those damned withdrawal symptoms.

But... What have you done?
What have you done you fucking bitch?

Bitch! What have you done?
How could you? Stupid!

Stupid!
- My dress!

You fool! You idiot!

Once again I was
drifting away from my destiny.

Pedro!

Pedro!
- Shut up!

What?

Pedro, I swear you'll
never live to tell the tale!

"Be careful, relapses are the worst."

That's what they always say
when an angina wears off.

And it's true.

At night it hadn't been so bad, but now

it's been I, who wasn't up to
certain things any more.

And again I'd lost the thread,
the whole thread.

I had neither the strength
to cry for four days,

nor to survive for one minute longer.

And then...

...I recognised my allies.

And I was ashamed that I hadn't before.

It's been they,
who were the makers of it all.

I knew there was nothing to fear.

I just had to surrender.

They possessed me...
devoured me...

And I... I was happy in that surrender.

And why not? In view of such passion...
...so total and 'enrapturing'.

I always knew that cinema and I
were up to something special together,

based on mutual trust, or more accurately,
at least in my case, on total idolatries.

But I'd needed to be on the brink of the
abyss to understand what was going on.

I threw away all my films except
for the ones I'm sending you.

I even became an occasional
spectator of other people's films.

Now it was a question of letting things
happen, rather than doing them myself.

It was then that I reached
my cinematographic prime.

Bigger than anything I'd ever imagined,

and completely unlike
everything I'd expected.

Althoug perhaps you'll be able
to see something that escaped me...

...the missing link.

However, that wonderful
pause didn't last long.

A few days ago I realised something
that I hadn't thought about before.

I'd never considered, during those
ecstatic days, what might happen next,

and I have to admit
that it frightened me a little.

I saw that I had 20 frames left...
...of whatever.

The red spot had spread until it left
20 free frames at the end of the reel.

And with each session, it took
10 more than the previous one.

Which meant that two times, two dreams,
two doses, two raptures were left for me.

Two whatsoever, but two nonetheless.

Bearing in mind that I didn't know...
that I still don't know...

what was to happen, I had four days left
to see the penultimate result...

...before surrendering myself at last.

Ana...
- What's the matter?

Ana, I'd rather you didn't try.
Please, Ana.

Want a slap in the face, or what?!

You know I'd rather
you hadn't come back, don't you?

You know that this fucking horse
harms our sex life! You know that all!

And suddenly you're keen on fucking,

inspite of everything,
as if nothing happened.

But it did, for fuck's sake!
It can't be done, it won't work.

Not only is it all over, but even if it
wasn't, I can't fuck when I shot up!

It happens a lot! Get it
into your head. I can't do it!

'Us' ended a long time ago, but it already
hasn't been working for a much longer time.

Accept it, it won't happen again, so don't
hang out here longer than you already have.

Go to sleep, Ana.
You won't find this interesting.

Until the last session there were
only four days left for whatever, and...

Nothing has to happen again.
- ...no one knew what was happening to me.

What?

That now is now and that
you're doing it all wrong.

But I didn't know who to turn to.
I hadn't seen Marta since last year.

So I chose you. I tried to call you

three days in a row. Without success.

Maybe I've got your address wrong
and you won't receive this package.

Dammit, should this be the case.
If it hadn't been for you,

I might well be in Lourdes now,
utterly hysterical.

In any case, and considering what
happened, I'm glad I couldn't reach you.

I called Marta.

She came to see me
and I told her what I could.

Man, I don't know.

I don't know.

I mean...

You're absolutely sure
about all that you've told me?

Sure, that's all there.

And yes, I believe you.
I mean... Of course, I believe you.

You know I've always
been on your side, right?

Even though you didn't manage
to call me for a whole year.

But still, that proves nothing.

Taking spots for vampires
that come and suck your blood...

Pedro, this may be dangerous!
Have you looked at yourself lately?

And everything here? Don't you ever
clean this place? And how it smells!

If aunty saw you, she'd have that fit
you always wanted her to have.

That's not why I asked you to come.

Listen,
as soon as we've done with this business,

we'll be out of here.

"As soon as we've done
with this business"...

Marta, you disappoint me.

Well, you know I won't let
this thing come tomorrow

and devour you like some praying mantis.
- Promise me...

that you won't touch it today...
...until I wake up. Promise?

I'll promise, but we'll
talk tonight, okay?

And by the way, when do I get
to see something of yours?

Pedro...

Pedro... Pedro?

Marta... Marta?

When I woke up, Marta wasn't there.
I thought she'd left, fed up with the plan.

And with empty hands I was dying
to know what it was that she'd seen.

In any case, in order to know I had
to wait for the film to be developed.

I've just seen it and it marks the end
of the reel you're watching right now.

It's amazing, but then also it's not...

I believe my camera
had never forgiven Gloria

and it was Marta that had to pay for it.

But, leaving Marta aside...
...I liked it... I loved it!

And so, here we get to the here and now.

This very morning, I'll send you the film
and this tape that I've recorded for you.

If what I think will happen does happen,
no one will send you the last film.

You'll have to come and get it.

What's up?

The light... please,
close that. Turn it off.

I'm leaving.

No need to, I was going myself.
- It doesn't matter anymore.

Stay if you want.

How long will it take?
- Four days.

Any way it can be less?
- Well, three then.

All right.

Here you go.

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org