All language subtitles for The.Fireworks.Woman.1975

- Come on.

- Light them up.

- Say, are you the guy who's going
to shoot off them fireworks tonight?

- That's me, Nicholas
Burns, at your service.

- Can you give us something
for the Fourth of July?

- Like what?

- In dreams begin responsibilities.

By morning, I knew
I couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to
go see Peter.

I wanted to see
him, to hear his voice,

to feel him
next to me.

The memory of four years
before came flooding back again.

I saw us on the bridge,
Peter reading about his saints,

me trying to act
like it was all a game.

- Angie,

how would you like
a knuckle sandwich?

- Oh, I don't
think so.

Let me see.
- Get...!

Angie, give
me that book.

- We loved
each other as children,

and nothing
else mattered.

- Yes, I am.
Gimme that book.

- I am the rose of Sharon
and the lily of the valleys.

As the lily among my thorns,
so is love among my daughters.

That's pretty sexy stuff
you've been reading, Peter.

Can I help?

- Sure.

Put this
right up here.

- I was convinced
we would be together forever,

but I
was wrong.

- Angie, I'm going to have to
go back to the seminary soon.

- I couldn't
accept it from the beginning.

I never believed Peter
was meant for the church.

He was
meant for me.

I didn't care if it
was right or wrong.

We had been
apart for four years.

That was
long enough.

- 9:30 on a beautiful Sunday
morning here on WWOQ Eaton Harbor.

Don't forget next
Wednesday, the Fourth of July,

fireworks spectacular
featuring Nicholas Burns

and his
pyrotechnical displays.

Nicholas is in town today,
and it says this year's show

will be the hottest,
most mind-boggling ever.

On the
national front--

- Nothing
mattered to me but our love.

It didn't
matter then,

and it doesn't
matter now

that we were
brother and sister.

- We didn't
make love like beginners,

though that's
what we were.

And now
I realize,

it was because I
had made love with him

a thousand
times before

in dreams
and fantasies,

and I suspect he
had done the same.

I savored the
touch of his manhood,

feeling those things I admired
from a distance my whole life.

He was beautiful,

and he made
me feel the same.

There was no end to
our hunger for each other.

We made love for hours
that rainy afternoon as if we had

to make up for
all the years of denial

and do enough to last
years more of denial again.

I had waited a
lifetime for that moment.

He was so tender
with me, so warm,

but I could see
in his eyes he was

terrified by
our attraction too.

I knew that if we were
to be together again,

it would have to be on
the strength of my actions

and of
my will.

- Perfect.

- Peter, I
couldn't stay away any longer.

We've
got to talk.

- Angela.

- Oh Peter,
please forgive me.

- It is for God to
forgive, Angela, not me.

- But if you knew--
- I know enough!

You haven't tried.

If you want to avoid
falling over a precipice,

then by God, stay
away from the edge.

And above all,

repress
selfish desire.

- But it didn't--
- God will help you.

Submerge yourself
in serving others.

- Whatever pleases you.

- Not me, Angela.

God.

- Like a fool, I obeyed him.

There was a rich woman of the
church, a certain Elizabeth Walters.

She lived alone on a
large estate outside of town.

At Peter's request, she
took me on as her maid.

She treated her
dog better than me,

but for
Peter's sake,

I stayed
and served.

Then one day,
Ms. Walters had a visitor,

and I was to learn just
how dangerous it can be

to surrender
your will,

even for the
sake of love.

- Elizabeth, how
the devil are you?

- Roger.

You devil, you.

And now I've got
something to show you.

I think you'll be
pleasantly surprised, too.

She's here
to serve us.

The church
sent her.

Isn't that
right, Angela?

She's lovely,
don't you think?

And obeys
orders very well.

Why don't
you touch her?

Let the gentleman
touch you, Angela.

The hair,
the face.

Look at the
gentleman, Angela.

The eyes,

the mouth.

Every inch
of her, perfect.

- Mmh,
I wonder.

Whatever the case, I can assure you
that Angela has already saved your life.

- Whatever from?
- Boredom,

of course.

Boredom will
kill you faster

than a
bullet, Elizabeth.

As a matter
of fact,

I considered bringing
you a small animal, a pet.

Something
you could please

or torment
at will.

But Angela's perfect.

Ah-ha-ha
absolutely perfect.

- Do you really
think she's right?

- She merely
needs to be trained,

to be
taught her duty.

What is the duty
of a woman, Angela?

- To love.

- My poor darling.

To lust,
perhaps.

- To bear
children, eh?

- To bear pain, perhaps.

- Ugh!

- It's all
your doing, Angela.

This never would've happened
if you hadn't forced yourself on me.

I want you to stay
out of my life now,

and don't you
ever try to see me.

- You've brought the green
grapes, not the purple ones.

- I'm sorry.

- Yes.

You are sorry.

- What else
are you?

- I don't know.

- Stupid.

- Yes.

- Say it.

- Stupid.

- Agreed.

- Stand still.

Stand still!

- You'll
do it here.

Get your
dress up.

C'mon.

- That's a
good little girl.

- Pretend you're
a little girl again.

Make wee-wee for
Mummy and Daddy.

Oh, what a lovely
pussy you have.

you have, yes.

Ahh.

Doesn't it
feel good?

Admit it.

Now doesn't
it feel so. . .

good, ohh.

That's all.

- Well that's not enough!

You'd better do more if you
know what's good for you.

- Don't make
Roger angry, dear.

Let me feel.

Oh! It's as hot
as she is, Roger.

Silky soft
and so. . .

hot!

- I don't like people
who hold out on me.

- Oh look!

So hot.

- She seems
to think it's all a big joke.

But she's
been very messy.

Look what
you've done.

You've soiled
your hem!

- What are
you doing?

- You don't deserve to have
such a pretty white dress.

- We think you're a
woman of the darkest deeds.

You deservee
the most careful

discipline.

- Get undressed,
Angela. Quickly.

Now, get the
instrument, like a good girl.

Oh Roger, you'll
come to enjoy this.

She loves
the idea.

She's wet as a
kiss down there.

Oh, spread your legs
and let the gentleman

feel, Angela.

Oh, yes.

I found what you've been
hiding all these weeks, Angela.

- She is perfect
Elizabeth, but

I think it's time the training
began and you got off your knees.

- Now, kneel.

Put your
arms up.

- Peter.

Oh, Peter.

Peter!

Peter.

- By now you
should've become more flexible

than you
were, Angela.

Bend
back to me.

Bend
farther, Angela.

You must learn to bend
over backwards for me.

Is she
open, Roger?

- I think she's
learned her lesson.

Yes.

She's open
and moist.

- Eat me, Angela.

- Oh, she is beautiful,
Elizabeth, every inch of her.

Every inch.

Oh yes,
I'm ready.

- She's ready.

- She's
ready for you.

Oh.

- Angela.

- The child was indeed perfect.

Utterly at our disposal,
she asked nothing.

I am sorry for my actions,
Father, and I ask forgiveness.

I should, of course,
make every effort in the future

to avoid a repetition
of these actions.

By the way, Father,

I should say
in the girl's defense

that she remained devout
even during the worst of it.

In fact, she even once
cried out your name.

Your given name
is Peter, isn't it?

- Angela.

Peter.

- Angela!

- Peter?

Hi,

I've left
Ms. Walters.

I gave into
everything.

At first, she
was very kind, but--

- That's enough.

- But I must've
made them crazy.

Why have--

- I said
that's enough.

- Why aren't
you affected by me

like all
the others?

- Because
I'm a priest.

I'm needed
by others.

- They don't
want or need you.

They're vicious.

They're hypocrites.

Leave them, Peter.

I'll leave them.

We can have
each other.

Peter,
come with me.

- No!

God, no.

You leave, Angela.

You leave
this church,

this town.

It's the only way,
for God's sake.

- My will fell away.

What came in its place
was a terrible emptiness.

I prayed for the
first time in many years.

No voice spoke an
answer from on high,

but inside I could
hear what I had to do.

I found myself with a
profound restless feeling.

I anchored and
tried to lose it in sleep.

Then the
dreaming began.

I found myself unable to
focus my attention on anything

I needed
for sailing.

I lay at anchor for three full days,
too confused and distracted to sail.

I tried to feel myself
as part of the boat,

grounded
to something,

but the tendency seemed to be for
me to be swept away by memories

and fantasies
of Peter.

I drank all the whiskey
from the first aid kit.

Consciousness seemed
to grow lighter and lighter

until I simply floated
away from my body.

I became
part of the sun,

and for a while I had nothing
with which to feel pain.

But it
didn't last.

There's no telling how
long that would've gone on.

Without any
human contact,

I was losing
my grip on life.

Fortunately,
something happened.

On the fourth day, I went
forward to clear a fouled jibsheet

and lost
my balance.

- Goddamn it.

- Woman overboard.

- When we
pulled her out of the water,

she looked so
cold and so frightened.

So

I brought her in, and
I started drying her off,

and I smiled at her,
and I really felt good.

She looked at me
like she really liked it.

- I felt like
such a damn fool suddenly.

I'd never in all my years of sailing
ever fallen overboard before,

but they
were wonderful.

All help
and concern.

Celeste dried me off
and gave me some of her

own clothes
to put on,

but somehow she
couldn't stop there.

- There was
just something about her.

I just grabbed
her and kissed her.

- We knew we
had to find a place to be alone.

- I don't know. I
used to think it was a bad thing,

one woman being
with another woman,

and I used to think that
we should never do anything

anything
like that.

But just something came
over me at that second,

and I felt like I was in
love with her or something.

She just,
sort of

attracted
us into it.

I, I can't explain
it in any other way.

It was like some sort
of communion between us.

- I don't know,
there was something about her.

She had some
sort of power.

I don't usually
do things like this.

I mean, you
know that, Father.

- She had some
sort of power...

- You have committed
acts of terrible excess,

sins against God
and the Holy Spirit.

- Didn't,
didn't we--

- You have
yielded to

promiscuity
with this,

this young girl.

- It was Angela.

Your sister--
- There's no need for names.

- Oh I'm
sorry, Father.

- Has she left
town, this girl?

- I don't
think so.

She acted like
she really had to stay,

like she had no
choice but to come back.

- So he says, how he got
in my pajamas, I'll never know!

- My God.

Holy shit.

Hey, wait.

- Hey Charlie, what's
the matter with you?

You're like
a moose in rut.

That girl's young enough
to be your daughter.

- Huh! I dunno.

Something just
came over me.

- You're acting crazy.
- I know,

but didja
see her?

That face?

That--
- Get a hold of yourself,

Charlie. You got a nice
wife and four nice kids.

You're an
old fart,

like me.

- You're lucky you didn't
get yourself pneumonia,

young lady.

First you overheat yourself,
and then you expose yourself

to a
cold draft.

It's the perfect formula
for a serious illness.

It has nothing to do with
your so-called mental state.

- But Dr. Julius,

there must be something
abnormal about me,

the way I am,
the way people look,

follow me.

- Angela,
my dear,

it's one of the hallmarks
of your particular age

and sex that you love to
exaggerate, overdramatize.

You're a very
attractive young girl.

Not such that you're
driving yourself and

and everyone
around you,

mad with
carnal desire.

You're young.

Of course, your
sex drives are strong.

Essentially,
they're okay.

You just take
better care of yourself.

I don't know how to
break this to you, Angela,

but you're normal.

Normal.

Normal,
normal, normal.

Normal, normal. . .

- Wow.

- Hey, miss,

hi, c'mere.

I wanna show
you something.

- Oh, hello.
What've you got?

Oh, what a
beautiful fish.

- Yes, they
sure are.

- Charlie,
for Christ's sake.

Charlie, what's
the matter with you?

I'm sorry miss, he
don't mean no harm. . .

You're not going
to do anything to this girl,

do you understand?
- No, goddammit.

We're just getting
acquainted, that's all.

- Both of you,
get offa me.

- Flithy bastard!

- Can't get enough,
can you, huh?

Fucking cunt.

You had
it now, baby.

You had
it now.

Huh? Ya got
enough, huh?

How'd you
like that?

You liked it,
didn't ya, huh?

Fucking little slut.

That'll be the
fuck of your life.

Cunt.

- Angela.

- Angela.

Angela.

♪ Now you're
all alone ♪

♪ Feelin' the world ♪

♪ close in
on you ♪

♪ And you're
lookin' for someone ♪

♪ To hold
your hand ♪

♪ Someone
who understands ♪

♪ Really cares ♪

♪ Do what
you can ♪

♪ Sleep when
you can ♪

♪ Maybe the hand ♪

♪ of the Lord
is upon you ♪

♪ To guide you,
protect you ♪

♪ Hold you,
and love you ♪

♪ She makes
you feel wanted ♪

♪ She makes
you feel real ♪

♪ Now you're
all alone ♪

- Yes.

I want to
forget you.

I feel
possessed with you,

but so empty
without you.

- Angela, can't
you understand?

It's forbidden.
It's all forbidden.

- If my love for you is
forbidden, then it will be my cross.

- Don't be so ready
to suffer, Angela.

The soul can be
tortured forever.

- It's not
my soul.

It's my heart.
Can't you see that?

It aches to
feel you again.

Touch me, please.

Please.

♪ Now you're
all alone ♪

♪ Feelin' that
nobody wants you ♪

♪ And you're
lookin' for someone ♪

♪ To hold
your hand ♪

♪ Someone
who'll understand ♪

♪ Now you're
by yourself ♪

- I have
ravished my heart,

my sister,
my bride.

- It's not my soul.

It's my heart.
Can't you see that?

It aches to
feel you again.

♪ Maybe the hand of
the Lord is upon you ♪

♪ To guide you,
protect you ♪

♪ Hold you,
and love you ♪

♪ She makes
you feel wanted ♪

♪ She makes
you feel real ♪

- I couldn't
sleep the rest of the night.

I was afraid the
dream would come back.

It's just as bad
when I'm awake, though.

I feel like I've
failed my sister

and myself.

I've tried
to pray,

but it all
seems so,

so futile.

- All these
plants are dying.

Peter, each one of us has been
entrusted with certain earthly tasks.

- Hi, Father.

- Hello, Mike.

How are you?
- I'm great.

- But there are certain things
which are better left for God.

- Hello again.

- Who are you?

- No one special.

Care to smoke?

There is
something you want,

and you
can have it.

There are no mysteries
that can't be untied.

No fights that
can't be won.

but it'll cost
ya something.

Know
what I mean?

- I am God's instrument,
but I'm also Angela's brother.

I know that there's
a strength inside of her,

and it's growing.

I don't know
what to do.

- Leave
it to God.

There are no
mysteries he cannot unravel.

No fights
he cannot win.

No matter who the
adversary might be.

A smoke?

- No, thank you.

- Of course now, I'm
perfectly willing to help,

but you're gonna
have to pay a price.

Okay?

- No wait,
who are you?

- No one special.

- Are you
all right?

- Sure.

- Angela, you
look like hell.

What's
wrong with you?

Well, maybe
I should go.

- No, I uh, I
need you to help.

- Anything.
You name it.

- I want you
to help me.

There's some
people I've invited over.

A party.

- It was the night
of the Fourth of July banquet

at Peter's church.

I invited everybody I could
think of that would be going.

They all came
to my house.

They were possessed by
an overwhelming physical lust

for each other.

They were changed into
completely different people.

I realized I was the
center of the cyclone now,

and that everything was
going to be sucked into it.

I knew sooner or later
Peter would be swept up into it,

and I will
have him.

- Father?
- Hello, Patty.

Sit down.

All set for
the banquet?

- Yeah, we're all set. The food's
prepared, the tables are set,

and the
decorations are hung.

- So
what's wrong?

- There's no people.

- What do
you mean?

- There's just
no one there.

- Hello?

- Father?

- Yes,
who is this?

- Father, I don't know
how to tell you this.

It's about the house
where your sister lives.

- What about it?

- It's full of
people, Father.

It's full of people.
- What people?

- People from your church ,
I think, but what they're doing,

it's not like any
party I've been to.

- Of course not.
Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- You better keep going.
- All right, gentlemen, light them up.

It's showtime.

- Hey you
guys, don't worry about it.

It's just
some fireworks.

- Oh, you should've
seen the look on our faces.

You wouldn't
believe it.

- Watch it!

- Come a
little closer.

- Dear Monsignor,

I've thought a lot about
what you said this morning,

but I just can't leave
it to God any longer.

I've been doing
that my whole life.

Now it's time I took
responsibility for things myself.

Angela and I are going
to go away together.

In a way
it's just natural.

We've never been
apart really, anyway.

Not ever.

I can't even be a
decent priest anymore,

not so long as
this is in my life.

Respectfully
yours, Peter.