All language subtitles for Malpertuis.1971.(Orson Welles - Horror - Mystery).1080p.BRRip.x264-Classics

It's pretty, but it's a
bit difficult to understand.

There were lots of things Alice didn't
understand, but she didn't admit it.

Somehow it makes me think
of all kinds of things,

but I'm not sure exactly what.

I can't see him. Maybe
Jan's not on the ship.

Don't be so stupid, Mathias. If he says
Jan is on board, then he's on board.

- I'm having three.
- All three in one night?

Yes, all three at the
same time. Jan! Jan!

There's the wretch.

- Don't be so silly. Come on!
- You've only got one night!

- We'll find something special for you.
- What's up with you?

- To hell with him.
- Sleep alone if that's what you prefer.

Jan's not going with them.

What shall we do?

Cassavius will be furious.

Jan will come ashore.

What do you think he'll do?

- How do you mean?
- Destiny, lad.

Destiny.

Watch out.

Excuse me, sir. Do
you know Beacon Quay?

Beacon Quay? Let me
think. Beacon Quay? No, no.

- I don't know of any Beacon Quay.
- But I was born there.

- I'm afraid you're mistaken, young man.
- He's not mistaken.

You know. It's called
the New Bridge Quay now.

Is it?

But of course, the New Bridge Quay.

- It's that way, young man.
- That way, Herman. There.

That's what I said, Ida.

It's that way. Come along.

NEW BRIDGE QUAY

What happened to the
house that used to be here?

- Why do you ask?
- It was my house. I lived there.

- It was demolished.
- What? When?

- A while ago.
- But the people who lived there...

- My family.
- No one lived there anymore.

The house was empty.
Had been for ages.

- What'll happen now?
- He'll see Nancy.

- That's impossible. She's at Malpertuis.
- Be quiet!

Look over there!

Nancy!

- How can Nancy be here too?
- What an idiot!

- Did you see a girl?
- She went that way.

- Sir.
- What?

Sir, sir, I'm not from
round here. Can you help me?

Where's Beacon Quay?

Go back to Malpertuis.

Jan is walking into
the trap, as planned.

Nancy!

Dirty postcards. Here, look.

This is a nice one. And this
one. You haven't got that one yet.

- Ridiculous!
- What about this one? Great, eh?

My ten children have to eat. What will
I give them if you don't buy anything?

- What about that one?
- Go take yourself for a ride!

Mean bastard.

Nancy!

Nancy, it's me, Jan.

Jan? What a nice name.

Sorry.

I thought you were someone else.

Jan, you sly dog, you came after all.

- Here, have some more champagne.
- No, Charles, don't.

You're trying to get me drunk.

You naughty boy, you haven't changed.

Tell me... Things okay with Sylvia?

Doesn't often happen
to a working girl.

We're not crazy about each
other, but there, we're married.

Tell me, Gerda...

That girl there...

- Who does she belong to?
- Whoever wants her.

That goes without saying,
but who does she work for?

Oh, for Hans.

Over there, Mr Handsome.
She's a lucky girl.

I suppose she's not allowed
to sleep with just anyone?

Hans likes nothing better.

As long as love isn't involved.

Well, well, well. Here's lover boy.

Don't look so sad.

Come on, let's have a drink.
Then I'll dance with you.

- More?
- Yes.

It's whisky.

More?

There you go.

You're coming again, aren't you?

- I don't think I can.
- Why not?

My ship sails tomorrow.

That little songstress isn't bad.

And you can only see one tenth.

She seems keen on that sailor. Look.

If he wants something,
he'll get it for free.

You bastard!

Don't! Stop it! Stop!

Don't! Don't! Stop it!

Don't! Stop!

Watch out!

Nancy.

Jan.

I've found you at last.

What happened?

- I can't remember.
- You've been asleep for a long time.

- But my ship!
- It's gone. Listen.

Forget your ship.
We're together again.

It'll be like it used to be.

Why didn't you write to me?

I did write to you, but you
never replied to my letters.

- That's strange.
- Strange?

Nothing is strange
in this strange house.

Where are we?

At Uncle Cassavius'.

- At Malpertuis?
- All our money had gone.

This house is hell and Cassavius
is the devil. I want to leave!

- My darling, where will you go? Where?
- Far away from here.

- I've got something to tell you.
- It's dangerous here.

I'm in love.

Come on.

Little brother, you're
jealous of your sister.

Elodia.

You're here at Malpertuis?

How could I let dear Nancy come
to this house of damnation alone?

Now he's awake, him up
there is bound to die!

Elodia, Elodia.

Damn woman, where are
you? I'm dying of hunger.

That's him. That's the dead man.

He's calling me.

- Elodia!
- Oh God!

Dear God! Hurry, hurry,
hurry! Quick, to work!

He's hungry. He's hungry again.

- He wants more to eat.
- What? Even more?

So close to death and all
he thinks about is food.

He stuffs himself like a pig,
but he won't live any longer.

No one is immortal, not
even the great Cassavius.

The light! The light!

Who's put the light out?

Who? Who?

Poor Lampernist.

Begging for light!

God help you, you lazy
lump! Go on, do some work.

The food. The food. Come on, hurry!

Hurry, hurry. He's waiting. Hurry!

Just a minute.

My rat's finished. I
know he'd like to see it.

- Can I go and see him too?
- Not yet, Philaris.

Let him have something to eat, first.

Mustn't have too many treats at once.

Elodia! Elodia!

Do you want me to starve to death?

If you do, then tell me.

Come here, you silly cow!

About time!

- What about Jan? Is he coming?
- He's almost ready.

Go away.

You have to give us some money.

- Why?
- It's all gone.

You scavenging cow!

You can't wait until
I'm dead. Get out!

Get out!

Bloody hell, you idiot!

- What's your wife doing here?
- Be quiet!

Where's your daughter?

Where's Euryale?

She wouldn't come.
She's a difficult girl.

She'll come, Dideloo.

Don't worry, she'll come.

It's done.

Of course it's done, you dimwit.

- Then do someone a favour.
- What are you on about?

We'd do anything for Great-Uncle
Cassavius. Nothing is too much trouble.

He's so noble, so sensitive, so good.

He's after the inheritance,
the poor bugger. You just wait.

- I've got a surprise in store.
- Don't say things like that.

- Because he loves you.
- You hate me.

You all do. At least, not all of you.

There's one who likes me,
who'd do anything for me.

Come in, Philaris. Come in.

It's magnificent.

Magnificent.

Isn't it? A real work of art.

Like all artists,
you're not appreciated.

Don't cry, Philaris.

I'm not worth it.

Where's Jan?

- He's going to leave.
- Leave?

But... How will I die then?

No problem. I'll fetch him.

Stay here, Jan. Please.
It's only a matter of days.

One minute in this house is too long.
If you were sensible, you'd come too.

- You know I can't.
- You're stuck here. I'm not. I'm free.

If he dies, we'll have
money and both be free.

I don't want money. I
just want to go to sea.

Go to sea. You're right.

That's what you should do.
Forget the poor old man upstairs,

whose eyes will close
for good, all too soon.

He's waited forever...

for his beloved nephew to return.

But that's fine. You go.
Go and abandon your family.

Abandon your faithful Elodia,
who loves you so. Abandon me.

Your Uncle Charles, whom you've
known since you were little.

And, in particular...

abandon this young girl, who is
so sweet, so virtuous, so innocent.

Your own flesh and blood.

What do you care that she
may fall prey to filthy hands,

itching to rape her.

- Don't touch me.
- Leave her alone.

OK, I'll go and see him, but only
to tell him what's happening to you.

And then you're coming with me.

Well? Aren't you going?

What are we waiting for? Upstairs.

Come closer, lad.

It's fine.

It has to be.

I've chosen you.

Your blood may not be
as blue as mine, but...

You're a real Cassavius.

Don't ask any questions.

You're here.

That's the most important thing.

Here at last.

At last, I can die.

Tell me, darling.

The Kriekepoots are complaining they
haven't got any money left again.

- Is that true?
- Yes, Uncle. It's true.

- Get some from the colour shop.
- But we never sell anything.

That's no reason. Come here.

I'll tell you where
there's some money.

Upstairs. Down the stairs, up again.

- What? Can I have some?
- Go on, my jewel.

Jan, come here.

Listen carefully

to what I'm about to say.

- Goddess, where are you going?
- To the colour shop.

You lucky thing. He chased me out
of there. Took all my colours away.

- He wants me to die in the dark.
- Poor Lampernist.

Poor Lampernist.

What's all this? You
haven't eaten again.

No, I'm on the look-out for him.
He's put all the lights out again.

But I'm protecting this.

I will save it. My own light.

Poor Lampernist.

Mathias!

- Where have you been all this time?
- Did you miss me?

I've missed you too, darling.

What's the matter? What's up?

- My brother's back.
- Yes, I know.

- And you're going.
- Do you mind? You can come, too.

- You know I can't live without you.
- What if I can't come?

- Will you stay?
- Don't be stupid. We're leaving.

And it won't be long now. As
soon as the old man is dead.

He told me there's gold
here. Yes, here it is.

- I've got to go now.
- What?

Doesn't what I said mean
anything? Anything at all?

Has my entire life been for nothing?

I planned everything.
For you. Every detail.

You belong here at Malpertuis. You
have to take my place at Malpertuis.

Very soon, you will
be master here, lad.

Master of a world.

A universe.

- Of eternity.
- You're mad, Cassavius.

What do you know about eternity?

I know things.

And no one knows I know them.

I control

eternity.

You're pathetic, Cassavius. A
dying man who's living in a dream.

You're blind, you fool.

Blind.

Tomorrow you will be begging to
be here. Tomorrow. This evening.

Yes, this evening.

Soon. Very soon.

Any moment now.

She's on her way.

You're here.

That's good.

My name is Euryale.

Once Cassavius is dead,
Jan and Nancy will be free.

And I will be free, too,
and able to leave Malpertuis.

I shall walk to Scherpenheuvel
to beg you, O Lord,

to forgive me for having lived
among the angels of the dark.

When Cassavius is dead.

They say the nephew has arrived.

That's interesting.

- How is he?
- He can't last much longer.

Poor man. Let's hope his suffering
doesn't go on for too long.

We're losing a father,
more than a father...

When Cassavius dies.

- How low we have sunk.
- There he goes again, the old fool.

Let me get on with my work.
You're getting on my nerves.

But take a look at me and at yourself.

What are we doing here?

Get up, woman, get up.

Arise.

Do you remember who you used to
be? Do you still know what we are?

What on earth are you
on about? Leave me alone.

Now look what you've done! Talking
is the only thing you can do.

Please forgive me, my darling...

my Venus.

I just don't know what
comes over me sometimes.

It happens when I think about before.

I can't forget. Everything
keeps coming back to me.

You were so beautiful,
darling. And we were young.

And so in love. What happened to us?

Why can't it be like it used to be?

Because you're no longer a man.

Go away! I've still got
nine corridors to do.

No, things'll be like
they used to be, my Venus.

I promise. Things'll
be like they used to be.

- When we're all dead and buried.
- No, no. When...

When Cassavius dies.

When Cassavius is
dead... You just wait.

For years, I've turned
his dreams into reality.

Now my dream can come true.

The laboratory I
will be able to build!

So... so big.

With everything you can think of.

And no old rats for me then.

If they want, I'll stuff an elephant!

A whale!

Poor Cassavius, poor old Cassavius.

When Cassavius is dead, I'm going
to a country where the sun shines.

- We're going.
- Of course.

That'll surprise them, when
I leave before I retire.

If I were you, I'd wait.

A bit.

What will you do all day?

I'll keep busy.

There's my dirty postcard
collection, and following people.

Writing anonymous letters.

What about her?

Her? She can do what she likes.

Cassavius gave her to us to look
after. When he's dead, we'll ditch her.

I hope Cassavius hurries up and dies.

If Cassavius dies.
Because Cassavius is tough.

Ghosts... All I see are ghosts.

Nancy.

Tell me, my sweet,
self-centred money-grubber.

- Are they all here?
- Yes.

Good. That's how it should be.

Eisengott?

- Is he here?
- I'm here.

I'm relying on you, Eisengott,

to ensure that everything
that I've written in my will,

every item, every
passage, every clause,

is strictly adhered to,
right down to the last detail.

Jan.

Jan!

Jan.

It's... your job to
complete my life's work.

Father Doucedame knows about
it. He knows what he has to do.

- Where is he?
- In church.

He's praying for you. You
refused the last rites.

The sisters... The Carmela
sisters are, of course, here.

Those three sweet vultures.

Of course you are here.
Standing by, as usual, Eleonora,

Rosalia and Alice,

who pretends to be very
middle-class and cold.

We've known each other forever,
and now you're circling the corpse.

- Where's Philaris?
- He's over there.

- Here.
- He's entitled to be here,

even if he is the biggest
imbecile of them all.

Yes. Yes.

The two of us have been
through a lot together, eh?

My faithful friend.

Mathias Crook is here too.

Wherever you are,
Mathias is never far away.

Don't worry, Mathias.

You will never ever sell
anything in your colour shop,

because you don't deserve
any more than that.

- And the Kriekepoots?
- Both present.

My faithful servants.

Miserable wretches.

Lampernist, poor
Lampernist. Where is he?

Behind the door. He's
guarding the light.

It will go out, just like the rest.

Now, to work.

He's forgetting us.

Euryale...

- Great-Uncle Cassavius, I'm
here too. - We are both here.

Sylvia.

You were more attractive when Charles
took you away from that filthy brothel.

Great-Uncle Cassavius,
not in front of everyone!

Can I hear a serpent hissing?

Can I see a crocodile tear?

And that awful stench.
Is that a skunk?

Sit down, you travelling zoo.

Euryale. Euryale.

My flower of fire, come and
sit next to your cousin Jan.

Come on, come and sit here.

Come and sit here.

Eisengott.

Start reading.

The whole flock has gathered
together in all its splendour.

Let the show begin.

First, tell them how
much money I'm leaving.

I, the undersigned, Quintin
Cassavius, healthy in mind and body,

hereby declare that this is
my last will and testament.

I hereby bequeath to...

Now he's extinguishing
the last light...

One.

Two.

No, no, no!

Five hundred and twenty-six thousand,
seven hundred and fifty-two florins

and thirty-three cents.

My dearly beloved heirs,

I can see that no one
present had any idea

of this colossal fortune.

- Charles, hand in your resignation.
- Of course, Dideloo.

And everyone else here will
change their way of life too.

Carry on reading, Eisengott.

Each beneficiary will receive an annual
income in proportion to the total estate.

However, from that moment on, each
beneficiary shall remain at Malpertuis.

They may never leave the house.

They shall undertake to
live here until the end.

Silence! There's a codicil.

Silence!

Everything at Malpertuis
must remain unchanged.

The entire estate shall
go to the last survivor.

If the last two survivors
are a man and a woman,

they have to marry.

They then inherit Malpertuis
and all that goes with it.

That is my will.

It shall be done.

Now go.

Enough melodramas.

No farewells.

Or I will disinherit you.

My death is my decision.

And I don't need to be looking at you.

Euryale.

Jan. Stay here.

Come closer.

You are...

You are the double hope that I
will take with me from this earth.

Malpertuis...

will be the cradle of a new world.

But the law, Euryale...

Remember the law.

Open your eyes.

Daughter of the gods.

Look into my eyes

and help me die.

My heart in Malpertuis, a
stone among other stones.

Light, light.

Light.

Go on! Go away!

I'll take care of
things here. Go away!

Don't look back. Don't say a word.

Listen, we will outlive the
others. Then you can marry me.

Sugar?

Some lime-blossom tea, Jan?

He isn't even cold yet
and you're playing music.

Heathens.

Good God!

It's cosy here, isn't it?

Thank you, Jan. What shall we do?

Have a chat?

Maybe you don't feel like talking.

What did you want to talk about?

About this prison?

About the fact that everyone
wishes the others would die?

So why don't you leave? You
can if you really want to.

- You don't know what you want, do you?
- I don't know what you mean.

Is knowing important?

You're still so young, Jan.

So strong and so shy.

Euryale.

Why don't you ever look at me?

- Jan, when are we leaving here?
- Do you want to leave?

You don't want me to stay, do you? You
haven't changed your mind, have you?

- Of course not.
- You're lying. I'm not blind.

You don't have to
worry about me anymore.

I can see how Alice is
helping you to forget.

As for Euryale... Forget her.
She is incapable of loving anyone.

You've become so vicious. It's
because you're trapped here with us.

Lonely and despairing
in this cursed house.

But I pray, I beg you...

don't touch my lamps
with your little hands.

You know what'll
happen once it's dark.

He's waiting.

I know he's lying in wait, up there.

Watch out! Watch out! Go!
Quickly! Before she sees you.

- Shame I don't eat here more often.
- Cassavius must be pleased, up there,

when he smells the delicious
things we're cooking for his family.

Being held captive has its
compensations. May God forgive me.

Oh shut up! They haven't got anything
to do. So they stuff their faces.

- Except Jan. He doesn't touch his food.
- That's normal. He's in love.

- In love?
- Father.

Why are we here?

Well?

My dear boy, that's an interesting
question. To suffer, of course.

To earn eternal salvation.

No, Father.

I mean here, at Malpertuis.

If you ask me, lad,

it's better not to know.

You're looking for excuses,
Father. Why? Why won't you tell me?

- Why is it better not to know?
- There's nothing to know.

So why have we been buried alive?
What is everyone so afraid of?

What am I doing here?
What does Malpertuis mean?

- That's enough! Leave the Reverend alone.
- Yes, leave me alone.

Jan... Jan, where are you going?

Wait for me, my son. Wait for me.

Jan!

Jan!

This is a strange
garden. It's so quiet.

So deserted.

As if all life has been banished.

This garden belongs to Malpertuis.

Cassavius' domain.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Where are we, Father?

Centuries ago this used to be a holy
place, the abbey of the Bardekins.

The Bardekins?

Elodia always used to say, "Be
careful or the Bardekins will get you."

I didn't know they really existed.

Here they served the Lord,
praying and meditating.

And now, so near their hallowed
graves, the house of evil.

Look, a lifeboat!

Ananke is destiny.

That was the name of the schooner
of which Cassavius was the captain.

This boat isn't the only thing he
brought back from his last voyage.

- Unfortunately...
- What else, Father?

That is the secret of Malpertuis.

- What secret, Father?
- Don't force me to tell you, Jan!

- I'm not allowed to tell you yet.
- You don't want to tell me.

But I don't need you.

I'll search for the secret
of Malpertuis on my own.

I can't stop you.

But Malpertuis conceals many secrets.

At the end of forgotten corridors,
behind doors hidden behind other doors.

And God knows what you will find!

What will you find?

This is a nice surprise, Jan.

Where have you been all this time?

What has come over
you, my handsome boy?

At your age, it is quite normal
to agonise over unrequited love.

Loving Euryale is hopeless.

- How do you know?
- It's plain to see.

She doesn't look at you,
doesn't say anything either.

It's as if she's avoiding you,
as if she wants to hurt you.

Such a pity, when you
think what true love can be.

Here, smell the perfume of a woman.

It's the scent of sandalwood.

- The keys to Malpertuis.
- Mrs Kriekepoot gave them to me.

Tell her that one is missing.

I expect you'll find it one day.

Don't think. Kiss me, Jan.

Alice.

Coming...

Mmm, delightful, delightful.
I love you, I love you.

- You love me?
- Yes, I love you.

Stop it!

- You love Nancy.
- Me? Nancy?

Yes, you love Nancy.
You're crazy about her.

You'd do anything to have her.

But she loves someone
else. And she loathes you.

But you don't care, do you?

You make a grab for
anything in a skirt.

I'm the only one who
wants to sleep with you.

Why, when you say you don't love me?

Do I have to love you? How
could I? Take a look at yourself.

You're not handsome, you're
not young, you're not clever.

You're a creep.

- Yes, but a creep you do it with.
- Who else can I do it with?

Kriekepoot? Philaris? Lampernist?

- Do it with Jan.
- Jan.

You're wrong. Among all those
corpses, you're the least disgusting.

My dirty little Dideloo.

If there's only one thing you
want from me, you can have it.

That is most reprehensible, young
man, coming in so unexpectedly.

- It's no laughing matter!
- It is, my dear Dideloo.

This may cost you dearly!

Well then, here is an advance.

How's my Jan? Fine, I
see. Take a look around.

All the things here are
experiments to create new life.

As you can see, it all went wrong.

- Cassavius made this.
- Cassavius made this?

Your uncle could make anything,
anything that could be made.

He knew so much, so very, very much,

that it is amazing...

that he and Cagliostro never
succeeded in finishing these creatures.

- Cagliostro has been dead for ages.
- Yes, true. Of course.

- Cassavius can't possibly have known him.
- Can't he?

Can't he?

Cassavius was... was a genius.

An artist. He was a...

You see, he wanted to make
the world a better place.

I worked for him, but he was
quite difficult to please.

He was a perfectionist

and that's why he wanted
to throw these things away.

But I managed to save some

because I couldn't bear to see
all that work go up in smoke

whenever he said, "Another fiasco."

- What was Cassavius looking for?
- He talked about a master race.

- What? A master race?
- Yes, a new golden age.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, whatever.

I'm just a simple man.

All those difficult
words are way beyond me.

Then, one day, he didn't want
to carry on experimenting.

Why not?

He found something that, you
could say, was more profitable.

Something that really suited
him, something amazing.

But you won't understand. Not yet.

Listen. Could you catch an
animal for me in the garden?

What could live in a place like that?

True.

You're right. I don't dare leave
Malpertuis because of the inheritance.

Life isn't worth living if you
haven't got anything to stuff.

I'm an artist. You
know what it's like.

I have to express myself.
I've made a new rat trap.

Will you set it for me?
You almost know the house.

- I hardly know it at all.
- There may be something in the attic.

- Something of great value.
- Yes, mice made from gold, I suppose?

Jan, beggars can't be choosers.

Beggars can't be...

choosers.

You've got long bones!
Long, delicate bones.

And your skin would
be a pleasure to flay.

And those eyes. I've got a whole
tin of eyes, but none like yours.

Here, catch me a mouse. I'll
turn it into a masterpiece.

There may be something in the
attic, something of great value.

Something of great value...

Cassavius.

Stone.

Turn that thing off, Charles.

Well?

You'll never guess
what I've just seen.

Don't say anything. Not
a word. No one must know.

You put the mousetrap
in the attic, didn't you?

Take me there with you.
I don't dare go on my own.

You know he puts the
lights out, don't you?

Will he ever forgive me?
Maybe he'll forget me.

At Malpertuis you forget.
And sometimes you remember.

But I don't know which is worse.

- I don't know what you're on about.
- Because you don't know everything.

Listen.

They're letting him out.

Don't open it. No, don't open it.

They'll spread out all over the
house and night will descend forever!

No, don't open it.

No, Jan!

Euryale, tell me, you who
seem to know everything,

- tell me what's going on here.
- I'm not allowed to say anything.

Do you know what kind of
monster I found in the attic?

That Cassavius' corpse has disappeared
and there's a statue in his tomb?

- That's not a statue, that's Cassavius.
- It can't be.

I don't understand. I love
you and you won't say anything.

I search like crazy and
all I find is darkness.

- It's like a nightmare.
- I know everything.

You will wake up when
all the others are dead.

What's the point of this money? We live
here for free and don't spend anything.

We'll give it to the notary
to invest in stocks and shares.

Interest will accrue. And when
everyone is dead except for me...

Except for us.

You're forgetting me, Dideloo.

I've got some good news. Mathias and
I are relinquishing our inheritance.

- We're leaving tomorrow.
- No, Nancy, you can't.

Nothing can stop us. Not even you.

Nothing.

We're having black pudding tonight.

Mmm, it smells like
cabbage and fried herring.

Silly cow, it's Wiener schnitzel.

You never know what you're
eating in this house.

It all tastes the same.

Alecto, behave.

My name is Alice.

Goodnight, Father. Pray for Jan.

Thank you, my child. I
will pray for you all.

Mathias?

- Mathias, where are you?
- Jan.

- Why are you hiding?
- Jan.

Where are you, Mathias?

Jan.

Mathias is dead, murdered!

Murdered! Murdered!

Where is he?

Silence!

No one may know what has
happened at Malpertuis.

No one can know.

Now go away. All of you. Philaris
will take care of everything.

Nancy.

Nancy.

Where will you go? Stay here, Nancy.

No. Why do you want me to stay?

- For me.
- Come with me, little brother.

- I can't.
- Then we'll never meet again.

What are you doing here?

I've come to cheer
you up. Nancy's gone.

Euryale is breaking your heart.

Tell me all about it.

Why not? Come on. Dideloo
and me, that's nothing.

A dream.

Maybe I can help you find what you
are looking for. Do you remember?

The room you couldn't
open? With the zodiac?

I'll give you the key.

But you mustn't open
it before midnight.

I want you to forget
everything, Jan. I'm a woman.

I want you to love
me. Look no further.

Listen! Footsteps!

Alecto.

Alecto?

Never say that name again, understand?

Never, never, never.

Forgive me, my Venus.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Elodia... apparently
you also want to leave.

Yes, Father.

I want to do the same as
Nancy. I want to save my soul.

But who will do the cooking?

Mrs Kriekepoot tried
once. It was a disaster.

It's either my soul or
your stomach, Father.

- Good morning.
- What are you doing here?

I thought you'd vanished, lad.

- I'm starving.
- What a surprise!

I'll make you something nice,
but let me look at you first.

What's happened? I no
longer recognise you.

- You've changed.
- It's because he's courting.

You no longer need your old Elodia.

She can go now.

It's only a dream.

It's only a dream.

Alecto... you've cheapened
yourself with a man.

Alecto, you know what you have to do.

What are you doing here?

Come to tell me you love me?

That you still love me?

How dare you?

Go away. Leave me alone.
Someone is waiting for you.

Take your hands off me.
You smell of sandalwood.

Remember, Alecto. You
know what you have to do.

Alice.

- Give me the key.
- Not now, Jan.

Why?

- I want you to dream about me.
- Please, Alice.

And your Euryale?
Your beautiful Euryale?

What does she do for you?

Not what I did. But you
don't care. You love her.

Give me the key.

Jan.

I want to see you again. When can I?

- Be careful.
- I don't care.

Whether you want to or
not, you'll do as I ask.

Alecto.

OK, you disgusting,
revolting, lecherous creep.

Tonight in the library.

No, somewhere else.

Somewhere where no
one will disturb us.

That's sweet of you, but we're
not allowed to leave Malpertuis.

It's carnival time,
when masks are worn.

No one will recognise us.

Come to number 7,
Paradijsstraat, at midnight.

An old woman will let you in.
Give her three pieces of gold.

That's not cheap.

You'll get your money's worth.

Darling.

Don't you like me, darlin'?
Never judge a book by its cover.

Come to me, sweetheart. You don't
want her. She's only a beginner.

I've had a lot more experience.

Don't listen to them.
You don't need them.

I'm the one you want.

That way. Upstairs,
second door on the right.

Come in, darling.

You shouldn't be here, my son.
You should stay at Malpertuis.

You must search for the truth there.

Come on.

I'll make him as good as
new again. As good as new.

Look.

Give me back my lights.

Take pity on me. Don't
put out the lights again.

Look at Sylvia. Look
at how happy she is.

Her husband is dead. That's one
less to share the inheritance with.

Work it out again. You'll need
to, because I'm leaving too.

Farewell, Mother.

Euryale.

Jan.

- Alecto.
- I'm Alice. My name is Alice.

No, Alecto. You've forgotten that that
was what Cassavius decreed it should be.

He subjugated us, destroyed
us, demeaned us like animals.

Remember who you were.

You know that you should punish
any mortal who lusts after you.

- You've forgotten who you used to be.
- I want to be a woman.

- Don't leave.
- I can't stay.

You said that we'd get married.

That was before I knew I loved you.

- Alecto, Alecto, Alecto.
- Remember who you used to be.

Remember, Alecto. Remember who
you used to be. You've forgotten.

Close your eyes.

- Remember who you used to be.
- I want to forget.

Alecto, remember who you used to be.

Who you used to be!

Please, Alecto!

Stop!

- Calm down!
- I want to be a woman.

Euryale.

- Jan, you must get out of here.
- What's the matter?

Quickly, Jan, quickly.
Before it's too late.

You can't escape from Malpertuis.

Yes, you can. It's your last chance.

Do you think I'll forget
everything that happened?

There are no secrets
outside Malpertuis.

Forgive me, my son. I waited too long.

I was afraid to speak.

Quickly, Jan.

Father, is there a way
to get out of Malpertuis?

Of course there is.

No, I want to stay. I don't
want to leave without Euryale.

Forget Euryale. She certainly can't
leave Malpertuis. None of them can.

- Leave me alone. I don't want to go.
- They've got out, Jan.

They will rip you to pieces. Come on.

- Look, Father.
- No, no.

- Look.
- Don't look. Flee.

What's the matter with them?

You can see them because
you believe in them.

The day you forget them, they
will disappear into thin air.

Down there, Jan. Oh
God, they've seen us.

- I'll try to stop them.
- No, Father, don't.

I have to. To save you.

Go, Jan!

Thank God, he's coming round.
He's out of danger, doctor.

It's up to him, whether he gets
better. He no longer needs me.

Goodbye, Dr Mendricks.

- What's that doctor's name?
- That's Dr Mendricks.

No. That's not his name.
He's got a strange name.

I can't remember it.

- Where am I?
- In my dressing room.

- Who are you?
- What did you say? I'm Bets.

- Your Bets.
- Bets?

Bets, the nightclub singer.
You know, from the Venus bar.

We danced together there.
You even fought over me.

- It was a long time ago.
- It was only last night!

That's not possible. I
was at Malpertuis for ages.

There, you said it again. What
sort of strange name is that?

You dreamt it.

I didn't dream it. I was at
Malpertuis and I want to go back there.

You're very sweet,
but I've got to go now.

I want to get out of here.

I want to go back. Back.

I want to go back to Malpertuis.

I see, Jan. You don't like me.

Sir! Sir!

What's the matter, Jan?

Sir! Sir!

Sir! Sir!

Jan!

Sir! Sir!

Jan! Jan!

Jan! Jan!

The colour shop... Malpertuis...

Jan, light!

The light...

is going... out.

Light.

Light.

Jan.

What's happened? Why?

Pain. Punishment.

Punishment? What for?

- Prom... Prom...
- I can't make out what you're saying.

No, that's not it...

He's coming.

Quickly, Jan. Run!

Don't be scared, Jan. Don't
be scared. I won't hurt you.

Only a little bit.

It's so long since I had a
specimen that was worth stuffing.

You can't imagine the fantastic
work I did for Cassavius.

You never understood
anything about me, Jan.

You never wanted to catch anything
for me. I mean, anything interesting.

You even lost my beautiful
mousetrap in the attic.

You naughty boy.

The little fellow came
to get his hand back.

You know those little fellows,
don't you? They're so brazen.

They feel at home wherever
they are, just like you.

Why did Cassavius have to bring
them with him from that island?

Where's my scalpel? My
scalpel. Where is it?

Where's my scalpel? Here it is.

I'll just sharpen it.

And now to work.

Thanks to me, you'll be immortal.

Keep still.

Wait a minute!

Delicious.

Keep still. Keep still, don't move.

I promised I wouldn't hurt you.

Philaris!

No, don't look at me.

Why did you come back?

Because I love you.

Well.

The time has come for you to
discover the secret of Malpertuis.

Follow me.

Look down there, Jan.

You saw the eagle rip
Prometheus to shreds.

Prometheus?

Yes, Lampernist is Prometheus.

The one who stole fire from heaven.

He was a God, like
the rest of us here.

The last gods of Greece.

Cassavius discovered us on
an island in the Ionian Sea.

There were only a few gods left.

The rest had disappeared, because
people no longer believed in them.

Cassavius abducted those defenceless
ghosts and brought them to Malpertuis.

The monster instructed his slave
Philaris to sew that once proud company

into miserable human skins.

Look, Apollo, the god with the lyre.

Venus, the goddess of beauty and love.

Vulcan, who was lame and who
spewed flames like Mount Etna.

Tisiphone, Megaera and
Alecto, the three Furies.

Here they are: Chastisement,
Cruelty and Vengeance.

Hecate, goddess of dark places,
whose power brooks no resistance.

Hermes, the god of
merchants and thieves.

He who was charged by the
Olympians with all their dirty work.

We would have been better off
dying all alone on that island.

Who are you?

Cassavius didn't dare
change anything about me.

All the others perished
because they were forgotten.

I alone have never been
forgotten. I'm immortal.

My name is Gorgon.

I am Love, I am Death.

Jan, you force me to be your destiny.

Bitter is the fruit of knowledge.

Jan.

My love.

Ambulance 34 here, nothing to report.

Thank you.

This is the diary you wrote
while you were here, Mr De Kremer.

- Do you want to take it with you?
- No, you keep it.

What am I supposed to do
with it, now I'm cured?

You have a fertile imagination.

The idea of abducting the last Greek
gods while they're waiting to die,

to humiliate them and make them live
the lives of the petit bourgeois...

that's a bit strange
for a computer expert.

The insanity probably messed around
with memories from when you were young.

That often happens. Yes, what is it?

Well, it's time to say
goodbye, Mr De Kremer.

- Your wife's here. She's come to get you.
- Goodbye, doctor.

- Jan.
- Charlotte.

- How are you, darling?
- I'm completely cured, darling.

MALPERTUIS was restored in 2023 using the original negative and magnetic sound by the Royal Belgian Film Archive
- CINEMATEK,

and with the support of 'A Season of Classic Films', an initiative
of ACE, part of the European Commission's Creative MEDIA programme.

The film exists in two versions: the producer's version shown at
Cannes in 1972, and the Flemish director's cut version edited in 1973.

Both were scanned in 4K and used
to reconstruct the Flemish version.

The colour correction was
supervised by director Harry K�mel.