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In the sacred mountains of Tibet Emmanuelle was chosen...

to incarnation of all women.

By one drop of the secret perfume...

could she become young again...

or the shape of take another wife.

Come join us and participate to the adventures of Emmanuelle.

You have been chosen to incarnate of all women on earth.

This is a strange case. This one young woman got into a car accident.

She has no visible bruises nothing is broken,

There is no bleeding.

She is in a deep coma. I call it traumatic anxiety.

At the time of the accident she was afraid she would get hurt,

and she tried to stop herself prevent possible injuries.

Fear has the upper hand and now she's alive...

in the world of the unconscious.

What are you doing? - I don't know. I look at her.

I think she's beautiful.

That won't bring her back. - It doesn't hurt her either.

We've tried everything to wake her from the coma,

but nothing seems to work.

She is without identity papers brought in.

It could be a tourist or a businesswoman.

All bodily functions work normally. She is a puzzle, a mystery.

Who are you?

I'm Emmanuelle.

But who is Emmanuelle?

Who?

Excuse me. You talked in your sleep.

What did I say?

You said, who is Emmanuelle?

I'm sorry, I must have been dreaming.

Tell me your dream. It sounds interesting.

Really, what makes you think that?

First of all, the question you have in your dream states fascinating.

Who is Emmanuelle? Who are you in reality?

Who is Emmanuelle? Where are you from?

No one, not even I know what your deepest desires are.

Your childhood?

Do you know yourself? That might be your dream.

Indeed, you are close to it.

Something happened to me once from which I learned a lot.

You could say it changed my whole life.

I dreamed about that. Do you want to hear it?

The last piece of the puzzle, finally.

Of course I want to hear that. Imagine if I didn't want that.

I was in Amsterdam, in Holland.

I needed some rest. A few days to myself.

No telephone, no appointments. Free at last.

I had a good time, the city explore with its charming cafes.

I rented a car...

and my driver was an old, friendly Dutchman.

We had an accident...

and because I traveled incognito no one knew who I was.

They took me to the hospital just like any other anonymous person.

Were you unconscious?

I was in a coma. - Poor child, what happened then?

When I came to, I was suffering to temporary memory loss.

Didn't you remember anything? Not even me?

Everything I remembered was my name, Emmanuelle.

But who, at that time, was Emmanuelle?

Luckily you're back.

Thanks to Professor Friedrich Simone, famous psychoanalyst.

The Friedrich Simone. He wrote "Back to the Caves",

"A new approach to female psychology".

So you know him.

Not personally, but I have like everyone else has read his essays.

He is the most famous psychoanalyst in the world for women.

He found my case interesting.

So I sat in his treatment room before I could say 'amnesia'.

Come on, one more time. Do your best.

Again, at the risk repeating myself...

I appreciate your analysis, but do you really think this will help...

for my memory to get back?

Young lady, who's the doctor here? You or me?

There are many types of amnesia, there are many treatment methods.

But to solve that we have to go back to the beginning.

Tell me again what happened happened to me,

and maybe there goes ring a bell.

You were in a taxi. The driver ran a red light.

Maybe he tried to impress you.

A tram drove into you. You weren't injured.

What do you write down?

When I said you weren't hurt, you involuntarily raised your hand...

to your face to be sure that it was still intact.

Maybe I'm a terrorist had her face redone.

Or the mistress of a famous politician.

Or a fashion model, an actress or the wife of a famous person.

I don't think you you're a dangerous type.

No?

No. Close your eyes. Stand back lie down and try to relax.

What do you want me to talk about?

About your childhood.

Close your eyes and tell me about your childhood.

My childhood. -Yes. What comes to mind first?

Quick, it doesn't matter what. About your parents maybe.

My parents, let me see. First about my teddy bear.

Teddy bear, where are you. I know you're here, Teddy?

Come on, where are you?

Hey teddy bear, there you are.

Nice sketch, do you like drawing?

Maybe I'm an artist.

Let's see.

No, if you're an artist, I'll drive in the Kentucky Derby next week.

No, no, tell me something about men.

Men? - Yes, men.

What men? - Do you have memories of them?

Names?

Er was iemand. - Wash?

Yes. - No name?

Just a face, a smile.

A handsome face.

Let your feelings guide you. Close your eyes.

Do you want to lie down?

I don't know what I said to him must say. I'm hopeless.

If you don't want to, I will. I don't mind.

No, no.

Did you hear that? - What?

It says Nino. I don't know who Nino is.

He's in my head in my mind.

There is a Nino, and also a Niki.

And there is a Sonja.

What do you think, I'm Niki or Sonja?

And there is a train. I don't know waarom ik in die trein zit.

I only see faces and names.

There's someone named Josh and someone named Sarah.

I don't know exactly. I want to know who I am.

And then you sleep.

No, I don't sleep. I never sleep.

And then there are two of us. - Two of you?

Yes... No.

Two Nikis.

I don't understand. I can't follow you anymore.

It doesn't matter. I'm tired.

This is called the Rorschach test. The patient describes what he sees.

Wat zie je?

It reminds me of the new pen I just bought.

A Montblanc.

You must see something, a bird, a tree, a city for example.

What do you see? - Me?

Yes, you are the professional. What do you see there?

I see a woman. - A woman?

Yes a woman. She is wearing a bikini. She has beautiful long red hair.

En deze.

Another woman with red hair.

Saliva, sweat, dripping from her beautiful mouth and pursed lips.

And this one also has red hair?

Another woman, with big tits. Another woman with an arched back...

those her thighs presses hard on her wet...

Another woman and a lovely one meaty fingers reaching...

to touch and caress.

Another woman kneels for a man and sucks...

Women, women, women... Sleeping, awake, all red hair.

Really interesting test doctor.

Very interesting, I didn't know that all those spots represent women.

How come?

I don't know, patients always see strange things.

Not all, are you sure?

There's one more test since we got there cannot be achieved with this test.

This is the thought switching process. - For comic strips?

This is with words. I say a word and you respond...

with the image it evokes. - Okay, here we go.

We take the letter A.

Adultery.

Aphrodisiac.

Anal.

Arrow, yes arrow.

Arrow, let's see... bow, crossbow. Wilhelm Tell, the apple and the arrow.

The arrow, phallic symbol, Wet meat.

Verlies van maagdelijkheid.

That's it, you're doing well, apple, think apple.

Apple, yes, red fruit, forbidden fruit.

Snow White and the Wicked Witch.

The snake.

He bites the apple. - A phallic symbol.

The snake, the snake. - Cobra.

Bra... Underwear. Suspender belt.

High-heeled shoes.

Underwear. High-heeled shoes.

Yes, the high heels a naked red-haired woman.

I don't see any connection. That's a shame.

No, I don't see anything there.

I'm sorry, I didn't want you taking away another phallic symbol.

Somehow I was building a theory,

But it's collapsing.

And the dream, wat kunnen we daarmee?

Do you have a recurring dream?

My dream?

A dream where I have an obsession can deduce from.

A dream, there is one. I've dreamed it many times since...

I woke up from the deep coma.

I don't know but I think so there is a connection with the other.

It's strange, because the more I think about it...

You said: Who is Emmanuelle. What did you mean?

Maybe not the person but the soul, within the body.

The purpose of life.

A matter of thought. - A purpose spurred by dreams.

Your simple calculation compels me use words such as night,

satin, silk, pillows, sweet words, a cool breeze.

I dream that I am in a big double bed, on my own.

In the middle of the night. No, I know not even if I'm in a bedroom.

There's just an immense bed, floating in the moonlit night,

and suddenly I wake up and there's a man sleeping next to me.

I am aware of that his sensual presence.

The warmth of his body wakes me up completely.

He is nothing more than a stranger.

His skin is soft, I start caressing him.

I wake him up he responds to my hands.

I can see his strong muscles feeling against my body.

We start making out. He makes love to me...

like no one ever has has done before.

He showers me with tenderness.

Our souls are so close our bodies merge...

and I am finally satisfied.

I know I was meant to be to be with him always.

How big is he? - Medium length.

He's older than you, right?

Yes, he is much older, a much mature man.

En hij is een vreemdeling? - Don't know. I think so.

You know that because he speaks English with a slight foreign accent.

Yes, and his hair is steel gray.

And he has a goatee and glasses, true or not? Yes?

No. And he is not a psychoanalyst. His accent is definitely not Austrian

I'm sorry doctor. One day will science win this battle,

but today it lost.

That means you know now.

Yes, I remember everything, everything comes back.

I know who Emmanuelle is.

You have been chosen to incarnate of all women on this earth.

I know who Emmanuelle is and I know that I will find him, that man...

what I've been dreaming about all this time, all these years.

But I'm sorry, I can't help you don't tell who he is.

I can't tell you now.

Young lady, that's okay.

As long as you are yourself again you have found.

I am rid of this heavy burden.

As for the rest, I can't do anything else for you.

In my opinion you are not suffering from a serious illness,

but only from an old sore.

Kunt u mij genezen dokter?

There is no cure against love.

Do you mean, do you think, that I ever will know who the man is?

Young lady, I may then not be a genius...

but I have the wisdom of the fools.

I think you have already met this young man...

and you will meet him again.

And now, doctor, close your eyes.

A new form of hypnosis, that I don't know yet.

You know, at some point you were wrong.

What, where is she? The young lady who was just here?

You mean, your previous patient? She just left.

I sat in the waiting room, So I thought I'd go in.

You look a little sick. Can I help you with anything?

Yes, yes.

So what did you end up doing to relax?

After all, it was your holiday ruined.

I have a few days in Hamburg spent. This time I drove myself.

I've meditated a lot in my hotel room,

around the grass in the park. Ducks, peacocks...

And the dream comes back?

Yes, that kept repeating itself yet it was different now.

I had found a purpose.

What do you mean, different?

I saw his face, the face.

The face of the man who is so tall had controlled my dreams.

Tell.

If I tell you that now, the surprise is gone.

You are so thoughtful, thank you.

What a journey. Pampered like a baby.

I have to give you one thing. You behaved well.

So nice and friendly.

So tell me, was it a happy coincidence...

that we meet each other on this flight bumped into them again?

There is something I want you must tell first.

Something the old monk told me.

You mean when you was in retreat in Tibet?

Yes, in the sacred mountains.

In your heart you are in love, in your body and also in your mind.

But for a long time you chose just your heart and your body...

and not follow your mind.

You are the incarnation of all women.

You can't change fate.

But there is a man who is the incarnation of all men.

He is the man for you and one day fate will fly you back...

to your origin.

The origin of your mind will unite with your heart...

and travels through your body to express.

But, master, how can I help that man? know and recognize him?

You've already met him.

How can I recognize him master?

Fate knows everything. Past, present and future.

I'm afraid I you can't follow.

I'm sorry for what I want to say needs more explanation.

Of all adventures that I have experienced

of all the loves I have conquered, Of all the men I've known,

I was in love several times, some I coveted, but...

only one of them has my psyche satisfied, my being.

My reason for existence.

Yet we have in a biblical sense never had intercourse.

He must be a great man.

And I hope he gets all the love that you feel for him is worth.

I hope so too.

Is this your secret?

It's time you start believing.

What are you talking about? About me?

You were there the entire trip very curious about.

To the point that you didn't believe a word I said.

You have to admit...

Faith is such a difficult thing, but someone has to do it.

Is your heart pure?

The heart of one man that of the other is not.

Ik vroeg niet whether you were a philosopher.

At my age my heart must be pure,

but my memories will always remain naughty.

Well then, I want to be young again, I want to feel again...

and then maybe you can tell me who is that lucky man?

Give me that vial, I will thinking about your stories...

and figure it out for myself.

Waarom deed je daar zo lang over?

I had to have a good time look at myself.

You are the most fascinating man that I ever met...

or seen for that matter.

What you see is just a human being.

Now I can tell you. I'm in love with you.

Don't talk. You would spoil this incredible moment.

From the moment you board came from the plane...

have your stories my heart warmed.

And now it's on fire.

I have never forgotten you, Emmanuelle.

I wanted you from the moment that I saw you for the first time.

And your dream girl, Mary Webb, the operator in the Navy?

My dearest dream.

The memory of someone who I never met.

Maybe it was my way of doing it to hide, to pretend,

a guarantee not to fall in love to become, under the pretext...

that I had found true love, while I actually knew nothing.

I thought you were a volatile glanced at her.

Volatile? I don't know, it's been forty years.

So a quick glance then is nu... een gekreun?

I wanted your dream so much made true.

You have that. I realize now that you have been my dream,

and all those stories that you told me...

have the image I had of you just tightened up.

Close your eyes, trust me.

I certainly do. - Then close them.

Why?

Because I asked.

Do you remember the stories? that I told you?

Yes.

Then imagine that I already... which was women themselves.

That's a bit sinful. - Sinful.

Never has sin been so glorious. This is a dream. How can...?

Niets zeggen, this is a dream.

But dreams come true.

Emmanuelle, in recent times, god knows how many years,

have you been on my mind, in my heart.

I thought I had you had lost forever.

How could you have lost me. You would never have had me.

Yes. In my mind, yes. Why have we never...

Life stood between us, because time and its essence...

were never completely parallel.

Because I had to learn. Through to you to be away from, I have learned.

Your heart must be pure.

Yes, my heart is pure.

Have you ever dreamed? that you touched me?

Should I tell lies?

You're just so handsome when I imagined you.

Tell me something in French.

Like a poem just before having sex.

It's beautiful. It's magical.

Emmanuelle, I love you. I adore you.

You are a dream, that became true.

You take a big seat into my heart.

Is it forever?

Forever. I can only loving one woman, you.

Now it's your turn to ask: who is Emmanuelle?

Emmanuelle, I wanted to say, is the most amazing woman...

in the whole world, but that makes it it's not with who she really is.

Mario, I love you.

Mary Webb was nothing compared to you.

It was a real moment of love and passion,

een echte droom with angels and rainbows.

All about it also to be achieved.

Yes, you are the one, you are pure.

You have the fire kept burning in me.

You just said...

There's nothing true you can be compared to.

Everything is different since I met you.

What you just said is the most attentive and dearest what one...

ever told me.

I've had to wait so long to tell you that.

Do you love me? - I think so.

This is the captain.

On behalf of the crew, I hope you... you had a pleasant flight.

We wish you a pleasant stay in Bangkok.

Forever and ever, I can only love one woman.

From you, Emmanuelle.

Now it's my turn to ask who is Emmanuelle?

Emmanuelle, I wanted to say, is the most amazing woman...

in the whole world, but that makes it it's not with who she really is.

Mario, I love you.