All language subtitles for Cauldron.Of.Blood.1970.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Monsieur, you are Mr. Claude Marchand of
Aledé Magazine?

Yes. Would you please check with Pan
American? There is a message for you.

Merci.

Mademoiselle, my name is Claude
Marchand. I believe there is a message

Oui, Monsieur Marchand. Here it is. It
arrived this morning.

Thank you.

My editor always finds me.

Change of plans.

Interview.

Change of plans. Interview.

Photo assignment.

Sculptor Badulescu.

Pinderera. Let's see, that's in Spain,
isn't it? Oui, monsieur, on the Costa

Sol, near Malaga.

Good. I was looking forward to the rest
after my last assignment.

Je m 'excuse, monsieur, but here are
your tickets to the Costa del Sol and

time schedule. Your baggage has been
taken care of and there will be an auto

your disposal when you arrive.

Uh -huh.

Now that's what I really call efficient
service.

Me llevo la sombrilla.

Oh, it's Nate.

Hola, buenas.

Sign here, please.

Thank you.

Well, the joint is jumping.

Double whiskey with water, please.

Hey, where's all the action?

What?

People. Where does everybody go?

Everybody seems to prefer Shanghai's.

Shanghai's?

Yes, but between you and me, it's a
filthy place.

Here you'll find everything neat and
clean.

Well, I hope so.

I'd hate to leave this place with any
portable pets.

I don't suppose we're staying long.
Nobody ever does.

Just long enough to put this place on
the map.

Cheers.

Mouth.

What does she think she is?

Exactly. Okay.

I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget.

Isn't he monstrous?

It takes all kinds.

How's my credit tonight?

Well, even worse than mine. You know
what a sucker I am for a starving

I know.

Let's eat outside.

Marvelous idea.

Hey, you.

Hey. You give me something for my poor
old dog instead of nosing into other

people's affairs.

Live and breathe.

Don't breathe on me, Pablo.

Oh, same old Claude. Always making fun.
How are you, my friend?

How's the boy?

Small world, huh?

Small but crowded. What are you doing
here? On the lam or something?

You remember my old uncle?

Yes. The rich? The rich one? Well, he
finally died.

He left me a few pesetas. And in this
old town, I can live like a king on it.

So I see.

Why, this is...

knows about it. I'll fix that.

Holiday sent me here.

Holiday? The magazine?

Why do you spoil everything?

Right. Come here.

Who is she?

Ah, she's a cheap tramp.

She poses for those artists with nothing
on.

That's the kind.

That's the kind I like. Hey, you play
darts.

Who is the owner?

That one over there.

You know, baby, you'll have no problem.

Oh, man.

Wait up!

Lemmy.

How is business?

Mine's lousy, but yours seems to be
pretty good.

I'm not surprised yours is lousy.

A beer, please.

I bet how those bums haven't got enough
to pay for their own dinner.

You know, what this town needs is some
fat, rich tourists.

The kind that drive the prices up.

That won't help much unless you own
something worth selling.

Well, wouldn't a couple of thousand be
enough to option the good beach land

around here?

My thousand or yours?

A thousand each.

All right.

What's the pitch? Leave it to me.

I understand there's a celebrity living
here, Franz Badulescu. I'd like to take

some photos of him and his work.

Badulescu sees no one, especially from
the press.

And then I'd like to find somebody who
knows a little bit about the art racket.

Somebody who could organize a few things
for me.

Valerie could handle that.

You know Badulescu's wife, don't you? I
don't know what you're talking about,

but I'm not for rent.

A hundred bucks and all the Chinese food
you can stand, fair enough.

I'm sure Valerie would rather help us as
a favor, wouldn't you? I always find it

easier to pay cash.

Be here tomorrow at ten.

She's mute, poor darling. Can't say a
word, but I understand her perfectly

Hello,

Tania.

I'm... I'm terribly sorry.

About what?

We just... Well, I'd better explain.

You see, when my editor in Paris found
out I was coming down here for a

you're not going to believe this, but
he... But I don't.

But since you are here, you might as
well come in anyway.

Well, yes.

Come on.

Follow me.

Why not?

It worked, didn't it?

Beautiful place.

It's enchanting.

I'm sorry, Bernard, but I'm afraid that
France will only be able to see one of

you. That's all right. Will you please
wait here?

I thought good artists were supposed to
starve.

Badulescu isn't all that good.

He's just fashionable.

Or at least he used to be a few years
ago.

Yes, I've heard of him.

Everyone's heard of him.

Tania, so to that.

When he married her, she was his model.
And little by little, she made friends

with all the people that count in art
circles.

She created the great Badulescu.

My boss should have hired her instead of
me. What a promoter.

Who's that?

Momo.

And I say that you will see him.

Momo.

He's very shy.

He only goes to Tanya.

No, I'm sorry. Come on, Momo, don't be
bashful. Come on.

Actually, he reminds me of a friend of
mine.

France is ready to receive you now.

Two more teas, please, and Valerie will
take hers in here. Put Momo back in the

cage. Would you please follow me?

Please don't stay too long. France is
not too strong.

France, dearest.

Oh.

This is Monsieur Marchand that I just
spoke to you about. How do you do, sir?

Forgive me for not rising, but as you
see, I'm rather handicapped.

I know.

I remember reading you had a serious
auto accident a couple of years ago,

it? Yes, he was, but he's getting much
better. But it is all behind me, thanks

to my... dear Tania, whose devoted
care... I don't know what I would have

without her.

Monsieur Marchand is here to discuss
your work, dearest. Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Please sit down, Monsieur Marchand.
Thank you.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You don't mind if I smoke, do you?

No, no.

There's a rumor...

A rumor that was printed in the London
Art Review.

Oh, let me think.

Way back in 1931, I believe it was, that
in a series of animal sculptures

of great realism, you experimented with
the use of actual animal

skeletons as armatures.

Would you like some tea, Monsieur
Marchand?

No, thank you.

You are well prepared for this
interview. I'm indeed flattered.

Perhaps you remember from that same
series a group of bronzes called Fruit

The work consisted of a group of small
goats in repose.

I've often felt it was the finest thing
that I have ever done in form, texture,

line, the organization.

The totality of the work created an air
of great...

tranquility. Monsieur Marchand just told
you that he did read the article.

Oh, yes. You were saying, sir, about the
goat bronzes.

Oh, yes.

Fruit, sir. Well, in that case,

bones for that particular group were
purchased from the local abattoir. As to

the others, they were bought from
medical laboratories.

Things that he remembers.

I once fathered a griffin.

You know, the mythological beast, half
lion, half eagle.

I think that a couple of good
photographs of your work would be better

article I could write about you.

Photographs? No, no.

I think not. I think not.

I don't really see any harm in it,
Franz.

I'm sure it won't take more than an hour
or two. No, no, no.

Actually, I have my equipment right here
in the car.

I'm afraid we'll have to wait.

We are quite prepared to be. As you
wish.

Shall I call you tomorrow?

Please do. Fine.

It has been an honor, sir.

I'll be with you in a moment.

is marvelous.

I don't know.

I sense something weird between those
two.

Oh? I didn't know that sensitivity was
one of your strong points.

That's right, my sweet. Don't touch
that.

Sorry.

It's extremely fragile.

Aren't these hands copied from that
drawing?

Not copied. We call it transposing from
one medium to another. Francis added a

third dimension to paintings of great
masters. I see.

For instance, This is an early
Delacroix.

Very early.

Is this what he's working on now?
France, it's not like they expose his

before it is completed.

Will you be in touch, Monsieur Marchand?
Tomorrow.

If we are ready.

We'll see you tonight?

Yes.

Good night, darling.

Majo ha desaparecido. Ha dejado sus
sombrillas en la playa. Majo no ha

desaparecido.

Majo ha muerto.

Majo muerto.

Y yo, la reina de los gitanos, digo que
Majo ha muerto.

I must say I question the wisdom of
receiving this man, Tanya.

You question my wisdom?

Where would you be if it weren't for me?

I who created and molded the image of
Bodilesco and his devoted and adoring

wife.

Devoted.

Till death do us part, I suppose.

I

thought

that kind of thing went out of style.

What kind of thing?

Painting people the way they actually
look.

I only do it for practice, okay?

Unless one has mastered the concrete,
it's pointless to attempt the abstract.

You painters talk too much.

For three hours I've been trying to find
something interesting enough to attract

people to that artist's colony.

And all you characters do is settle and
get drunk.

And work.

Why don't you give a party?

Everybody's very interesting at a party.

That's the most intelligent thing you've
said.

It's the only thing I said.

Sit still, little girl.

We'll give a costume party, that's what.

But why would anybody bother to make up
a costume?

Why do canaries sing?

Because we feed them.

I'll come for nothing.

He'll probably want you to come in that
costume.

How about this for a theme?

Foreign artists pay tribute to their
Spanish master, Goya, in their annual

spring frolly. I think it sounds just
terrible.

Right.

I have a better idea.

We'll call it our weekend bacchanal.

Hmm? Make it seem like an orgy.

That sounds even worse.

Can you get everything ready for
tomorrow?

Tomorrow? Impossible.

Tomorrow's too soon. All right, we'll
make it the end of the week. Oh, wait a

moment.

Hey, I just remembered.

I know somebody who used to be an actor.

That's it.

He has trunks full of old costumes and
things like that. Fine.

You'll be in charge of the costumes,
Elga. I'll fix everything up with

In the meantime, we'll be working on our
photo layout.

Was it?

Oh!

Okay,

fine. Now come here.

No,

not like that.

Darling, you

didn't...

someone else for this kind of thing. Oh?

Yes, and I know just the girl.

Sonia's made.

Pilar would be perfect.

At least she can talk back.

God, what a night I had.

I had a few too many.

How were you last night?

I was expecting you.

Cloth and I drove up to Calvario to get
some night shots and... Got kind of

late.

You know.

Yes. Yes, I do know.

How do you like working for Monsieur
Marchand? I mean Claude, of course.

Not too bad.

Is Pilar around?

In the kitchen, I suppose.

Where else would she be?

Come on, get me that drink, darling.

You'll be late for work, you know.

Would you come down?

Here.

Like this.

This way. Would you please relax?

Darling, tell her all I'm trying to do
is to take a picture.

Tell her yourself.

Okay, let's try again. A little bit
left.

Closer to the cactus.

Aren't you overdoing the local color
bit?

Not at all.

Are you nobody too?

That makes a pair of us.

Two gentlemen on the beach.

It sounds commercial, at least. And
since most of them owe me money, they

to come in whatever costume I tell them.

That's what I figured.

Tell me, how is our land speculation
coming along?

By tomorrow, we'll control every square
foot of property worth having.

We'll be rich in no time.

Pase, Domingo.

I was wondering when you'd show up.

Maho dead.

What happened to him?

When?

Who is Maho? A little hunchback gypsy
who rented umbrellas on the

beach.

But how did he die, Domingo? He looked
all right yesterday.

Did you bury him already?

La reina dice que el diablo se llevó a
Maho.

Los gitanos sabemos cuando viene el
diablo.

It would be a funny thing if the gulf
turns up tomorrow with a hangover.

It doesn't seem too likely. These people
have an uncanny instinct about death.

Maybe somebody murdered him.

Murdered Maho?

He was only a poor beach boy without a
penny or an enemy in this world.

Dead or alive, he was of no use to
anyone.

In any case, who would even miss him?

His mother.

Is it dawn yet? Not yet.

I'm tired.

We have a deadline, darling.

I'm working well, am I not?

You're working better than before the
accident.

Accident? There was no accident. You
tried to kill me. Oh, Franz, please.

You tried to kill me.

All you succeeded in doing is crippling
my leg and blinding me. Don't think I

don't know it. You believe whatever you
want to believe.

You blinded me.

And then...

Only then I became famous.

And now, now I suppose, like Beethoven,
I'm doomed never to perceive the

beauty of my own creations.

I'm afraid that's the truth.

Ah.

But you have to take care of me.

I am not your prisoner.

You are mine.

Did you examine the animal?

The one that was struck by a cow?

Ah, yes, poor beast.

The shape is all right, but two or three
centimeters bigger than the original.

Well, we don't have any time to find
another.

Time we do not have, let's face it.

We are a month overdue. If we do not
deliver the work within a week's time,

commission is cancelled.

I know, I know.

Bravo, bravo.

Ah, at last it is finished, Tanya.

I've left nothing out.

No, it's perfect. It's absolutely
perfect.

Compared to that, the dog will be a
child's play.

The two women will take much more time
at work.

Our undertaker friend informs us that it
will not be difficult to obtain the

final subjects.

There seems to be a sort of epidemic in
a town nearby.

Remind him to be prudent, Tanya. They
don't care for grave robbers in this

of the world.

Don't worry, darling.

Which figure would you like to begin
with?

The seated figure is the more difficult
of the two. I'll save her till last.

Oh, good, good. I'm having a little
trouble with her.

What?

Nothing, nothing, darling.

Well, I'll start on the kneeling figure,
but the subject must conform exactly.

Yes, preparation's already begun.

I didn't see you.

You're looking very lovely today.

Why don't you put on a bathing suit and
join me?

You have enough company with all those
young men.

Sometimes I get bored with young men,
don't you?

Well, we all do sooner or later.

But then what else is there to do to
pass the time?

Well, you have your music and your work
and a marvelous house.

Valerie told me all about it.

Why don't you come by yourself one
night? Oh, I'd love to.

Now, there's a man at 940.

Ah, Monsieur Marchand.

Would you please tell that gentleman,
that is, when you see him later, that he

may come to my house tomorrow and take
his photographs.

One more shot of Patrouille's house.

Then we'll head for home. Yeah. Just let
me know when we've arrived.

The window's open.

Why don't you sleep here tonight if the
sea gets too rough? I can't.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

Tanya said you could come and take your
pictures tomorrow.

Bye. Thank you. Bye.

Where does she live?

In a little house on the beach. And all
alone, too. You know, she's afraid of

nothing.

I wonder why there was so much smoke.

Coming out of Badulescu's chimney.

Maybe he's cold -blooded.

Probably baking one of his statues.

No. It takes a special kiln for that.
Yeah?

And you don't bake them.

You make a mold and cast them.

Explain to me everything.

After all, I'm supposed to be an art
critic.

All right.

You take an armature like this.

An amateur?

Armature. Armature. You have an accent.

Then... cover it with plaster or clay
then from there you make a mold and

pour liquid bronze into it like a cookie
cutter more like children's lead

soldiers and then you destroy the mold
and the original so that nobody can make

any copies right trust you to grasp the
business angle of it sometimes you

misjudge me as far as beach property
around here goes i'm the one piece You

haven't got an option, then.

But if you behave, I'll make dinner for
you. I give you my word of honor.

But everybody knows my word is not much
good.

What's happened?

You're shivering.

A man after me. He was chasing me out
there.

No.

There's nobody there now.

I'm here to ask you to come and have
dinner with me at my house tonight.

Are you sure it's all right with you,
Tanya?

I mean...

Of course.

I would love for you to come to my
house.

Come on.

We'll do you good.

You're wonderful.

My car is outside.

Play something again, Tanya.

In a little while.

I have to look after Franz first.

You might have to spend the night here,
you know.

Oh!

You don't seem to be displeased with the
idea.

One or two?

Two.

Tanya? We won't be disturbing your
husband, will we?

My husband doesn't even know that you
are here.

And... I am delighted.

I will even lend you one of my
nightgowns.

You like that?

Tanya?

Thank you.

No, no, no, Tanya. I don't want a
rejection tonight. No.

The stone will keep you awake,
otherwise. No, I don't want to. You will

exactly as I tell you.

Oh, I'm an important artist, and you
treat me as though I were a child.

That reporter from the magazine came to
write about me, not about you. Oh.

I wish we could go away from here.

Anywhere just away from here.

There's no money.

Never have any money.

We're going to have a lot of money. Mr.
Armstrong is paying a lot of money for

this commission.

And we can go away wherever you want to
on a long, long trip. Oh, you always

say that, but you never mean it.

You have all the money hidden away
somewhere.

You'll never spend a penny of it except
upon yourself.

The same with my work, my sculpture, my
children.

That the world is waiting to look at,
pay for.

All hidden away, your secret hoard.

Would you like me to get you something?
Are you hungry?

No, you'll try to poison me.

Really, Franz?

That's a fool.

Then why do you stay with me?

Well...

We are chained together, aren't we,
France?

Who is your guest, Tanya?

Guest? Don't have a guest.

I'm working in the laboratory.

Oh, I wish all this present work were
finished.

Finished.

We could have people around us again.

Good night.

Tanya?

Ready? That will do.

Much?

Happy?

Yes.

But... Could I have one without the
glasses, sir?

No, I'm afraid that Franz is growing
tired. And besides, you have already

of pictures for dozens of articles.

Well, you're the doctor.

But I'm sorry to say that it will not
mean much.

if I don't have at least a few shots of
the work you are doing now, sir.

You must realize the work in which I'm
engaged is a commission group and cannot

be seen by anyone until it is delivered
to the owner. Well, it's much better

than working on speculation, isn't it?
Excuse me.

This is Helga, isn't it?

I'm terribly sorry, but I really got
upset.

Well, it's understandable.

Excuse me, Tetris.

I'll give it back to her.

Oh, by the way, I'm giving a costume
party at Shanghai's tonight. You must

And break something of mine.

Don't tempt me.

I would love to come.

And don't be concerned with the mishap.

It's of no importance.

Bye. Bye.

Take care, Valerie.

That was no armature.

Commercial? Where's your drink, Marshal?
Oh, I never drink when I win. What?

What are you talking about?

Soon we're going to own the town, aren't
we?

Oh, tell me.

You've been here for some time, haven't
you?

Yes, about as long as anybody else.

Well, then you must have been at
Badulescu at one time or another.

Sure, I used to eat here once in a
while.

Not since all of these people have
started to drift in.

Well, today I was at his place.

And I broke one of his statues.

And since then, I've been wandering.

Can I get you something to drink, madam?
Good evening.

Is this whip for me?

Only if you insist.

If you promise me not to leave, I'll
invite you to dance.

I never leave with a man who knows how
to leave.

You look fabulous.

Claude, I don't understand what's become
of Elga. She's not here.

How can you tell?

I know she's not here.

Joe,

can I have a little more of that ice?

We know where Elga is.

Don't we?

Don't we?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ah, no.

You thought nobody saw you.

Elga was with you, wasn't she, last
night?

But I saw you.

I know what the three of you do out
there.

What time did she leave your house last
night?

Why are you so interested?

I'm worried about her.

I haven't seen her all day.

Maybe she was caught in the storm coming
back from your house last night.

I think she can take care of herself.

You want a drink?

No, thank you, Joe.

I'm all right.

Okay, bye.

Lani, give me a light.

Cast out again, huh?

Come on. Come on.

That's a boy.

Is that you, Shanghai?

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

Okay, I think she'll be all right there.
Come on.

I don't like this.

Besides, it's becoming too dangerous for
us. She's getting involved with that

Marchand, and he's asking too many
questions.

Yes, I know, but we have no choice.
Besides, she happens to fit our needs.

Don't be sentimental, darling. Just
think of the fortune we're going to

I'm getting tired.

You think about it.

I need some money now, you know.

I have to pay this car off.

I'm all prepared for that.

Me, darling.

Me.

Ya Maji, Senor.

Angel con el pelo rubio.

Majo. The drunk. The girl with pale
hair.

Belga.

Who's going to be the next victim?

Alguien que está muy cerca de él.
Someone very close to you.

¿Y cuándo será?

And exactly three o 'clock.

They should do it.

What's the matter?

Don't you think we've killed enough
people for your husband's statues?

Oh, it's just another elegant.

I'm sure you're enjoying it.

Are you, darling?

Valerie! Go back.

What do you want of me? I don't know.
I'll kill you.

Murdered? Yes, I could eat the others.

What are you doing here? Get back to
your room.

You've been lying to me.

Marshal's told me everything.

Not grave robbing, but murder.

So what are you going to do about it? Do
about it? I'm going to kill you.

Just try, darling.

But just remember that you are blind.

I can see.

Better in the dark than in the light.

Thank you.