All language subtitles for 07-9

Amen.

Dear Gypsy, I woke up very early this
morning.

David was still asleep and the house was
very quiet.

I dressed and went to the stables.

As you know, I'm having an affair with
the new stable boy David brought back

from France.

He's so young and beautiful and quiet.

When he touches me, I lose my mind.

I want to grab at him and pull him to
me, to scratch at him.

Gypsy, I can't understand anything when
we're fucking. And God, when

he puts it into me and keeps pushing
deeper and deeper, I

feel I could come forever.

And the hay on my back and hemorrhaging
inside me.

It's all I can fear not to scream out
and wake everyone.

Oh, dearie, dear.

Oh, dearie, dear.

Ange, come.

Ange, come with me.

And then, when he comes, when he comes,
oh, God,

how I love it when he comes and comes.

Oh, Gypsy,

you must really learn to love men again.

Gypsy, you must really learn to love men
again.

Learn to love men again.

That's Pauline.

She does nothing but have intercourse
all day long.

Then she writes me letters about it as
if I might be interested.

Those are all hers, faithfully written,
telling me about her private afternoons

and her greasy paramours, bragging about
her incest, her lechery, and her

violence.

But I know all that already.

You see, she's really just a child.

I haven't seen her in a while, but she
keeps in close contact.

This is her way of saying, I'm there by
you.

And it's good.

Very good.

But I miss her.

And sometimes I hate her for not being
here when I need her.

What can I do?

All I have is the letters and the opium
to explain why she's away.

Dearest Pauline.

Have you ever imagined that you men have
had me as they've had you?

Have you guessed yet why I know your
lovers so well?

No.

You could never guess my simple,
passionate Pauline.

My present is your present.

But yours is not mine.

I share my moments with you. I live my
loves with you.

But not with your consent.

Not with your knowledge.

The time will come though, my Bote, when
you will know it

and you will want it.

But the time is not yet here.

You're a gypsy.

It began raining again today as we left
the house.

As usual, David and I weren't talking.

But by now, it doesn't matter that much
to me.

He wouldn't tell Richo or me where we
were going.

And so we all sat in silence, staring
out the windows.

Oh, we still make love together.

When he's not snorting coke with Richo
or bawling his mistresses and

He's the only man I've ever had who can
fuck and fuck and never lose his heart

on. And I can come a hundred times and
he keeps bawling as if nothing were

happening.

But this cool detachment of his, which
drives me so wild when we're in bed,

makes the rest of my life with him
unbearable.

I have to go to the restroom.

Son, get a restroom here.

Yeah.

bathrooms in the bathroom.

Thank you.

out three cards, Hungarian fashion,
representing Pauline's past.

The Empress, eternal symbol of the
female infertility.

The Emperor, symbol of paternity and

masculinity.

And the Devil.

symbol of the domination of matter over
spirit, of revolution and incest.

But I knew this would read so.

I know Pauline.

She has her grandmother's soul. They
even say she has her face.

You see, Pauline's great -grandfather
and his two daughters came to America in

1903 from Poland.

Pauline's great -grandfather was a very
strict Christian.

He was really overprotective with the
two girls.

When the old man would go out to work,
he would lock them up in the apartment.

The only time they could leave the house
was under the chaperone.

Life was pretty lonely.

And the older they got, the more curious
they became.

And he dwelt in a cave.

He and his two daughters.

And the firstborn said unto the younger,
Our father is old.

There is not a man in the earth to come
in unto us

after the manner of all the earth.

Come, let us give our father wine to
drink.

Let us lie with him and preserve
offspring from our father.

You look at it.

Watch out. It's just a clean table.

Just a clean table.

Don't you think that's enough?

No, we don't.

What did you say?

Clean this room behind my back.

No, no.

Clean the table.

I told you to clean the table.

Come bring me some more wine. Coming!

Papa? Papa?

Papa?

After they got the old man into bed, the
two girls knew by instinct what they

had to do.

Their father was so drunk from all the
wine that he would never wake up, and so

the girls felt free to do with him as
they pleased.

Thank you.

It wasn't until Pauline's grandmother
had completely satisfied herself that

younger got her chance.

Until sunup, the girls continued to
satisfy themselves without regard for

father.

The old man never woke, and the whole
night remained a secret, only between

girls.

The past appears again in the future,
and strange affairs seem to run in the

family.

Polly has a lover, a Nigerian princess.

She came to this country to celebrate
her beauty.

She was black magic, darkness of soul
come to life, a midnight flower.

Polly befriended her immediately.

She loved her purity and her virginity.

But the evil forces had other things
planned.

Violent things that made both Pauline
and her lover suffer.

It was jealousy and magic that brought
it on.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Lovely niche.

I was afraid of that black bitch.

She knew Pauline had a spiritual
tracker.

And she would have stopped it.

But she didn't.

Now she doesn't want to. She's forgotten
it all.

In my own way, I love her just as much
as Pauline does.

I tell her so while she sleeps.

Only she can't hear it.

Not with the bad dreams and all.

Want some more pear?

No, thank you.

Do you know I still have nightmares from
that first time?

Not so much as in the beginning.

But it still bothers me a little.

I know.

I could picture myself all over again,
leaving your apartment.

I had only been here a few weeks.

And it was late.

Very late.

I just didn't know. See what I'm saying,
man? Uh,

young lady.

Uh, young lady. You got a minute?

Miss Slide Fox.

You got a minute?

Uh, young lady.

Miss Slide Fox.

Hold it.

Damn, bro. We should be crazy.

Uh,

young lady. Wait a minute.

Hold it. You got a minute? Wait a
minute.

Miss Slide Fox.

Damn, bro. You should be crazy. Say
something to me.

I got this.

Thank you.

There used to be times when I'd be so
jealous with Pauline.

I wouldn't accept her letters or answer
her calls.

She couldn't understand that.

Why should she?

She's never known a jealous moment in
her life.

You see, being her lover today would
never mean you will be her lover

It's as if she didn't have a memory.

Only the one in her arms is the one she
desires.

And because of this, our love was
impossible.

I wanted to own her, and she couldn't be
owned.

Gypsy, last night I had a dream about
you.

We were in bed making love.

We'd been fucking for what seemed like
hours and I was on the verge of an

orgasm.

I opened my eyes to look at you and then
the strangest thing happened.

You became a man.

It wasn't like it used to be.

You weren't worried anymore about who
I'd been with the night before or where

was going to go later on.

You didn't ask me to stop seeing a
collar or to give up the stable boy.

You just took me and we fucked without
saying a word.

Then I came.

I asked you to stop and you left.

We kept going on and on. And we were so
beautiful with the moonlight on our

back.

You were kneeling above me, driving your
body into mine.

You pressed so closely I could feel the
blood rushing through your veins, and I

kept wishing over and over that it would
never stop.

For the first time, you knew what I
wanted, and you didn't let anyone come

between us.

It was just me and you.

I gave myself to you.

And you took me.

And kissed me.

And kissed me.

And kissed me.

then you started to bite and your teeth
kept sinking into me the

pain was so beautiful i wanted you to
keep biting to keep biting

oh gypsy it felt so good oh

so good

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

um um

Thank you.

I tried to fight the desire.

I tried to acknowledge its sinister
nature.

But without coercion, she never would
have returned.

Now I must succumb to it.

She must succumb to it.

There's no need for these anymore.

Good night, sweet.

The universe needs patience.

False unity is no unity.

There is no reality except human
reality.

been waiting.

It's been lonely and dark for me here
since you left.