All language subtitles for Blonde.Goddess.1982_Legendas01.ENG

[music]

-You are okay as long as
the drums were beating,

at least that's what she had always heard.

What Jungle Jane hadn't heard about
the law of these tropical forests,

just wasn't worth hearing.

Still,
someone or something was gaining on her,

while her heart kept cadence with
the mocking throb of the native drums.

The pursuit was relentless, unstoppable.

Jungle Jane knew there would be
only one ending to this chase

as she was drawn
to the portals of the Choa Bizare,

The sacred city.

There was no place to hide.

They were watching.

Watching, silent, secret, and hidden,

perhaps behind pillars or in the shadowed
doorways, but they were there.

Their eyes were on her, vast, cool,
and unsympathetic,

and she could not escape.

They could afford to wait, to be patient.

Her breath was being torn
from her chest in heaving gasps.

She couldn't continue much longer
at this pace.

The end was near.

[panting]

- [screams]

-The interior reeked of unknowable age,

and unspeakable evil.

-Who are you, female?

-My friends call me Jungle Jane.

-Here you have no friends.
Here you have no name.

Why am I being held?

You have no right to interfere
with me. |'m--

-Silence.

You have violated mysteries
beyond your kin.

The very fountain head of lust and flesh.

The need to live.

The will to love.

This is the primal core of all that lives
on the face of the earth.

The womb of soul.

-Big talk, fig-face.

Tell it to your fellow inmates
at territorial prison.

-I can afford to be merciful
with you, female.

You know not of what you speak.

Look then, on the face of Amorella
and despair.

-This is she?

-Yes, oh, perfect one.

-Oh, wretched, rash, intruding female,

observe then the rites
which no outlander may see.

You shall not return to tell the story.

-Yes, oh, perfect one.

[moaning]

-Let me out of here, mango face.

-Oh, yes, take it off.

[mOHHS] Oh, yes.

[moans]

-Here, in the womb of souls, in this spot,

in this manner did life begin.

So has it always been.

So will it always be.

.[moans]

Oh, yes, suck on it. Suck on it.

[moans]

Oh, yes.

[moans]

-The touch.

There, and there, and there.

-[moans] Oh, God, yes.

-The touch is all.

Press, a pinch, and stroke.

Feel the deep pools of life bubble within.

-[moans] Do it hard.

-The touch is life.

Feel and be felt.
-Oh, feels so good.

-Fondle.

Squeeze. Caress.

So even do stars come into being,

and we burn with the same fire that glows
in the loins of heaven.

.[moans]

Oh, harder. Harder.

[moans]

Take it out slow. Oh, yes.

[moans]

Oh, God, yes.

Oh, yes. [moans]

Oh, yes. [moans]

Oh, yes. [moans]

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. God, feels so good.

[moans] Oh, God, yes.

Oh, yes, I want to feel all of it.

[mOHHS] Oh, yes.

[moans] Oh, God, yes.

[mOHHS] Oh, yes.

[moans]

.[moans]

-Your time has come, female.

- [screams]

Let me go.

No, you don't understand, I'm a virgin.

'Virgin?

-A virgin.

-A virgin.

- [screams]

-Louisiana Smith.

-Louisiana Smith.

-Louisiana Smith.

-Louisiana Smith.

-Louisiana Smith.

-I knew someday you'd come walking back
into my life.

-I have waited for you, Louisiana Smith.

Always and ever.
Throughout the rolling ages.

I have not waited in vain.

-Smith, cut me loose.

Smith.

[muffled screams]

-Always and ever, Louisiana Smith.

You belong with me. Stay.

You have only to will it.

Listen not to the murmurs
of the outlander.

-Nay, this is not your place.
Heed me, Elmo.

-Elmo?

-Elmo Smathers, you do not belong here.

-Listen not, Smith.

-You're always fouling up, Elmo.

You think this is your
personal playground, huh?

Well, it's not. It's a business.

-I shall wait for you, Louisiana Smith.

-I repeat, Elmo.
Marble Comics is a business.

-I know, Dr. Fish.

-How nice. He knows me.

-What a jerk knob.

-Please, Jane. I'll handle this.

Now pay attention, Smathers.

We have a corporate image to uphold.

We have stockholders to keep happy.

We have a board of censors to appease.
ls that clear?

-Of course, Dr. Fish.

-These are comic books,
nerdface. Comic books.

We have a set of standards to meet.

Elmo, do you know
who that lady is over there?

-No, Dr. Fish.

-Well, I do. I'll tell you.

She's Miss Frieda Farnsworth
of the Comic Code Authority.

Elmo, she's not very happy
with Marble Comics.

Particularly your Louisiana Smith
adventure series.

-I have never seen
such an act of degradation.

Degradation?

Can't you see it?

Women bound and tormented.

Limbs distorted. Faces contorted.

Dr. Fish, how can you, an educated man,

have anything to do
with such a vulgar enterprise?

How can you retain this pervert to
illustrate your comic books?

-Now, now, Miss Farnsworth.

-I mean it. Look at these poses.

The arms are thrown back so that
the breasts are lifted and thrust forward.

The back is arched provocatively.

The legs are taut to emphasize
muscular definition.

Such poses are an open invitation to lust.

It's lewd and wanton.

It reeks of pure animal passion.

I'm awfully hot in here, aren't you?

-You see, Elmo,
what Miss Farnsworth is working up to.

You go too far, son.

It's not as though you aren't
a good artist. You are.

You're one of the best.

That's why I keep you here
at Marble Comics.

But you must learn restraint.

Even with Flying Aces,
Elmo, you messed up.

How you could work smut into a simple,

straightforward World War I story,
I'll never know.

Jane, would you mind filling up
the pitcher for us, please?

-Sure, Dr. Fish.

Jerk knob.

-Planes, that's what I wanted.

Planes, SPADs, Sopwith Camels, Volkerts.

-Southern France, 1918.

A war to make the world safe
for democracy.

A place of unparalleled danger.

A time for heroes like Johnny Yank.

[machine guns firing]

[machine guns firing]

-Twin Spandau machine guns ripped
through the sky of rural France

and tore into the fragile fabric
of Johnny's Sopwith Camel.

He was near to exhaustion, having shot
down seven Hun aircraft that morning.

His ammo was gone
and the fuel gauge kissed empty.

Relentlessly, the Baron's tri-plane closed
in for the kill.

-Well, thanking you kindly, Mademoiselles,

but I sure am itching
to get back into battle.

-But you'd travel so much faster
if you let us teach you a little Francais.

-Oh, Johnny Yank never was too good
at that frog talk.

-For your first lesson, bébé?

-Jacqueline and I are expert teachers,
darling.

-The secret is all in the proper use
of the tongue.

[moans] Mon chérie.

-For your second.

.[5ighS]

[German language]

-Ferme la bouche. Quick, the Le Baron.

[French language]

-He's coming this way.
-Hide in there.

-[German langauge]

-Oh, Monsieur, Le Baron,
I only wanted to see if this pleased you.

-This, Monsieur Baron,
does this please you?

-Very nice.

-This, does this please you too?

-Nice, nice.
-And this?

-Good, good.

-Oh, la la.

-Fraulein, I am exhausted from battle.

I would like to bathe und sleep, ja?
Danke schén.

-Oh, but can't you play with us
for just a little while, please?

-I would like to sleep.

-Oh, mon cherie. Oh, la la.

-Oh, la la. Such a [French language]

-Cherie, it must be the famous Paris gun.

-[German language] Do you like it?

-Oh, I love it, bébé. It's so pretty.

-I would like to eat you.

-Oh, la la, me too.
-Here. Lie here.

-Kiss me.

.[moans]

This is so good, bébé.

[moans]

I love this.

[sucking sounds] [moans]

.[moans]

[sucking sounds]

-Okay, like so. Das is the schnitzel
und here comes the weiner.

[moans]

-Oh, that's good.

Ah, that's good for you too.

[moans]

[moans]

-Beautiful ass.

[moans]

[moans and grunts]

That's nice. Oh, yeah.

-Oh, that is good.

[sucking sounds]

-Okay. Oh, that is nice.

-You make me feel so good, too.

-Messy, but nice.

-That is okay.

-Oh, Johnny Yank.

-The Baron, caught with his Panzers down.

-Funny. Uh-oh.

-Oh, my hero. Jacqueline,
si vous plait, pousser le baron.

[kissing sounds]

[moans]

[moans]

[French language]

[moans]

[French language]

[moans]

-[foreign language]

-[chuckles]

-Mon chérie.

-[chuckles]

[moans]

-[shouts]

-Auf Wiedersehen, you Yankee schmuck.

Ah, shit.

-[French language]

You are Johnny Yank, the famous aviator
who shot down 87 planes.

-Just lucky, ma'am. You're the Contessa.
You own this dump.

Why, you're a mighty lucky
young lady yourself.

What's he doing here?

-Let's just say I like to keep an ace
or two up my sleeve

or whatever, if you know what I mean.

-Elmo Smathers.

Elmo Smathers.

If there were an Asshole Liberation Front,
you would be head of the provisional wing.

You're about to soil my chair.

-Yes, yes,
I remember that issue of the Flying Aces.

Those Frenchwomen, those costumes.

There was no doubt about
what was happening.

The longing and passion he drew
into their eyes and mouths.

-There, there, Frieda.
I can call you Frieda, can't I?

-Oh, please do.

-Well, he was severely reprimanded
for that, I can assure you.

-Such strong, violent,
passionate men taking what they want.

-|t's a man's nature to take
what he wants when he sees it.

-The women want to be taken?

-Of course. That's their nature.

-Oh.

-Didn't you read Elmo's Jack Hammer
detective series?

-Yes. Oh, yes.

That was worse even than the French girls.

Those gun mauls and violent men.

Wanton women.

Oh, wanton.

-It was one of those city days.

The air was heavy and wet
and tasted like stale beer,

flat with no head.

A familiar taste for Jack Hammer,
Private Eye.

It went with the job, the way loose teeth
went with an uppercut.

-Hi, Jack.

-God, I loved her voice.

The honest, grown-up, female sound of it.

I loved the way it twisted and burned

as it went down
like a belt of good bourbon.

-Hi, baby. Any calls while I was out?

-You always get calls, Jack.
You know that.

They just can't seem to let you alone.

-Sadie was packed like a seed in a grape,

and she had curves that would make
Bobby Feller wet himself with envy.

That's why she was my secretary.

She also typed a bit.

Yes, popular.

Skip the social jazz, Sadie,

and let's get to the paying customer.

-Speaking of pay, big boy,
where's mine for services rendered?

If you don't got the cash,
I'll take it payment in kind.

-I haven't got time, Sadie.

-Oh, come on, Jack.

Just a little fringe benefit
from my very own private dick?

-Looks like you got me covered,
sweetheart.

-Hands up, Jack.
Hands and anything else you can get up.

I love the feel of cold steel against
my warm pussy.

[moans]

[moans]

Oh, yes, that's nice.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

[moans] Oh, come here.

Oh, yes.

-Do me down and dirty and fuck me filthy.

Oh, give it to me, Jack.

-Take it, Sadie.

-[moans] Oh, baby, please.

[moans]

-Fuck me. That's it, that's it.

-Oh, baby.

-Come on. That's it. Fuck me.
Come on, Sadie.

.[moans]

That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Come on.

.[moans]

-That's it. That's it. That's it.
Yes, yes, yes.

.[moans]

-Come on, Sadie.

.[moans]

Oh, please.

-Come on. Come on, Sadie.

-Oh, by the way, Jack,
you did have one customer drop by.

Female, mid-20s. Not your type, though.

A real goody two-shoes.

All buttons and bows
and lacy chastity belts.

That's the only reason I'm telling you.
She's no threat.

-You're my secretary, baby,
not my chaperone.

If I want my customers screened,
I'll run for president.

Even Eleanor needs
an appointment with him.

Sure, baby, sure.

You know me, I was only joking.

She says for you to meet her at the
Times Square subway station at midnight.

You've still got time to meet her there.

_who?

-Millicent Van Horn.

Sounds like Atlanta, looks like money.
You can't miss her.

-Oh, I'd better not, or we'll find uses
for your ass you can't even imagine.

-|'ll take that as a promise.

-Count on it, sweetheart.

-Could be a set-up.
I had a few enemies, sure.

You don't punch faces
and blow away belly buttons for 15 years

without picking up a couple of bums
that ain't too friendly.

-Real careful how you move, sweetheart.
I can pierce both ears with one slug.

-Why, I'm just plain old Millie Van Horn,
that's all.

You're either some cheap thug

or Mr. Hammer coming to
keep our appointment.

I sure hope you're Mr. Hammer.

[slaP]

-What was that for, honey?

-Just to soften you up a bit, sweetheart,
and to get your attention.

I never met a dame yet
that didn't understand a slap in the face

or a slug from a .45.

Now, you can drop that phony,
corn-pone accent.

I know all about you Van Horns.

Strictly a Bronx,

old money, pizza monopoly.

Daddy's gone to mozzarella heaven,

and you and Sister Jill are left to
scrap over the crust.

That's what this is all about,
isn't it, sweetheart?

-That's about right, Hammer.
I heard you were smart.

-You heard right. What's your beef?

-The Abu Dhabi dildo.

-The what?

-The Abu Dhabi dildo.

I've got it, and they want it.

-Who's they?

-The corporation. Mr. Big and his boys.

-Then everything went black.

-What hit me?

-Mr. Hammer, I presume.

-Judging by the lump
on the back of my head,

you must be Babe Ruth.

-|'m pleased to see the blow did not
damage your sense of humor,

nor your faculty of speech.

-|'ve got nothing to say to you, Big.

-So you know my name. Very nice.
Now, about the dildo.

-|'ve never seen the need for one myself.

-Don't be coy, Mr. Hammer.
The dildo. Where is it?

-Check the bat rack.
I hear it's a big one.

-Why must it always be this way?

The end will be the same. Bruno.

-Yes, boss. Ready.

-In dealing with Miss Van Horn,
you see,

we don't have to worry
about witty repartee.

The Van Horns are unusually
passionate women.

All we have to do is prime her pump,
and she will come a-gushing.

Oh, this is a part of our work that Bruno
and I like the best.

-Yes, boss. Like a lot of pussy.

-Now you watch us, and you get hot.

[moans]

[moans]

[music]

[moans]

[moans]

-Hey, Jack.

Come on,
wake up. Here, come on.

-Alright Big, the fun's over.

Hold it. Grab his rod, Sadie.

.Qk8Y-

-The chick has got a one-track mind.

-If sex could be turned into sound,
this girl would deafen the whole city.

I knew she was Sue, Jill
and Millie's other sister,

but I also knew she'd mean
much more to me than that.

-Everybody's got a gun.
Looks like a Mexican standoff, sweetheart.

-Or the start of a new
partnership, Hammer.

A close, personal, warm partnership.

I bet you'd like that.

-Very nice, very nice,

but fill out your dance card
on your own time, Sue.

Keep your mind on business.
I want that dildo.

-Sorry, Big,

but Jack and I'll need it
to start our own operation.

I've canceled your option.

I hear you really know
how to hurt a girl, Hammer.

-That's disgusting. Jack, make
her stop doing that.

-You heard her, Elmo.
Get your hands out of there.

-Elmo?

Jack. Jack Hammer

-You mean, jackass.
Now don't bother me, Elmo.

I'm taking a meeting with
this young lady.

-Not Elmo. Jack. Jack Hammer.

-Didn't you hear me, Smathers?
I said stop doing that at once.

-I told you he was a pervert.

-Oh surely you must understand
it's his poor human failings.

-Oh, I know, I know.

God, we all have such needs
but his art, the readers, so strange.

Why even those alien women
in his outer space adventure,

they're so, so kinky.

-It was a typical day
in the life of Tony Steel,

construction worker and exobiologist.

Attractive women went out of
their way to give him the eye,

but this one was in trouble. Big trouble.

[eerie music]

-He had a grip on her,
but something had a grip on him.

Hit with a Diolian transport
ray from Actia 5.

Tony and his companion were sucked
into the vortex Suspense.

Tony knew it could only mean one thing,

his arch-enemy, Megazon,

The Galactic Panderer,
was up to his old tricks.

[music]

-Master, here is another specimen
from the planet Earth.

-Excellent, Balcor.

-Who are you? Where is this place?

I demand you release me at once.

-Silence, Earth bitch, and my pretties,
how do you like her?

-Oh, I like her.

-She's your present. Give her to them.

[Whimpers]

[moaning]

[moaning]
[music]

-Tiger girl feeds her new pet.

[music]

-Soften her and prepare her for me.

[music]

-Excellent, my pet.
You prove a decent bride for Megazon.

Mal'Gar, Sledrack,
use them for your pleasure.

Now, come with me and we'll prepare you

to be a true dreamhead
of Megazon.

[laughs]

[eerie music]

[enchanting music]

[moaning]

-Oh, baby.

[music] [moaning]

Oh, baby.

[music]

-Fuck me.

[music]

-Come on, push it in.
-Oh, fucking, yes.

[moaning]

[music]

-Oh, fuck me. Come on, harder.

[moaning]

[music]

-Oh, God.

[moaning]

-Feels good.

[moaning]

[eerie music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

-Oh, God.

[moaning]

[music]

-Cram it, clown, and get us
back to the Big Apple right now.

[screams]

-The death touch is your reward, fool.
Now for you, my pretty.

[eerie music]

-Tony had put Megazon's body
out of commission,

but this mad,
malicious spirit cast its dark shadow

on the asteroid city of Actia 5.

[music]

[moaning]

-Oh, yes. Oh, that's nice.

[music]

[sucking]

-Oh, yes. Oh, that's nice.

[moaning]

[sucking]

[eerie music]

[intense moaning]

[music]

-Elmo. Elmo? Elmo Smathers?

[eerie music]

Elmo, you nincompoop,
you've done it again.

-No. No, stay.

-I cannot.

-|'ve yearned for you. Please stay.

-You're a blithering idiot.
Do you know that?

-Oh, I can't stand so much.
It's just too much.

Oh, Robert, he must be released.
I can't stand it.

-Yes, my dear.

For you, all this and more.
He shall be released.

-Oh, release. Release.

Oh.

[sucking]

[moaning]

-Oh. Oh, God. Suck on my clit.

[music]

-Oh, just take me,
take me like I want to be.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck me. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, God. Yes. Oh.

-Oh, yes.

[panting]

[moaning]

-Oh. Oh, yes.

[upbeat music]

-This time, Louisiana Smith.

-This is forever.

-Yes, and here in the womb of souls

where there is no beginning and no end.

-There is a beginning.

It comes with the wanting.

Sometimes the wanting is better
than the having,

sometimes, but not this time.

[music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

[music]