All language subtitles for The Devil and Ms. D 1999.1

"Anything is possible in
the middle of the bridge!"

"Maria Callas will not appear
at the last performance.

"
"Callas left due to illness.

" Cora: You said did a woman
come to you in the park?

Nagi: Is it possible to smoke here?

So...

She appeared from the darkness. She was
wearing a white dress. Blindingly white.

Shoulder-length hair is loose.
There was no lipstick on the lips.

She stood and looked up, shaking
her head. She never even looked at me.

Isn't that weird?

Cora: Why do you think this is strange?

Nagi: Is it possible that the one
who appears shouldn't look at you?

Cora: Did you know this woman?

Nagi: I recognized her immediately
as soon as she appeared.

Her name instantly migrated
from my brain to my tongue.

Do not think that I meant
the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Cora: Wait, let's clarify again.

A woman named Mary appeared
to you, who did you know?

Nagi: It was Maria Callas.

Cora: Maria Callas? Clear. Very
interesting. I need to write this down.

" Cora: Remind me,
when did Maria Callas die?

Nagi: In 1977.

Cora: Okay. This means she has been dead for
several years now. Did she attract you sexually?

Nagi: Sorry.

Nurse: Frau Doctor!

I'm sorry.

Cora: Spaghetti.

Nagi: Your shoes are worn out.

Cora: You are my
patient, and I can help you.

But only if you want
it yourself. You want?

Nagi: So you want to?

Cora: Which doctor sent Mr.
Naga?

Nurse: His last name is
pronounced correctly Notch.

And no one guided him.
He called himself.

Cora: Give me his
registration card.

What kind of name does he have? Stanislav
Notch. Age 32 years old, address...

He did not fill out the
"occupation" column.

Nurse: Said it didn't
matter. He pays in cash.

Cora: When did he call?

Nurse: About a week ago.

Nurse: That's what I told him. But yesterday
he called. He talked about suicide...

You read the report. Mr.

Moders did not even
try to open the parachute.

Cora: These stories about suicide are complete
nonsense. Do you still want to sleep with me?

Husband: Yes, of course.

Cora: So why are you avoiding it?

Husband: No.
Just after a heart attack...

You know what the doctor said.

Cora: I know. He said
you need to be careful.

But I asked what you want.
You yourself!

Husband: Listen, Cora, Is this
some kind of psychotherapy?

Cora: Don't be stupid. I
asked a very simple question.

For example, someone wants to
conquer Everest. You understand?

Husband: Yes.

Cora: In doing so, he
will risk his life. Right?

Husband: Of course.

Cora: Why is he doing this?

Cora: Exactly.

Cora: After a heart attack, all
you can think about is death.

You are obsessed with this thought.

Husband: Why are you clinging to me?
Everything was so good.

Cora: And I'm talking about risking your life, damn it.

Husband: Okay.
We will follow your example.

But just tell me first
what are you ready for?

What mountain peaks do you conquer yourself?
except for the stairs leading to your office,

into this impregnable Everest of psychotherapy?

Cora: Maybe you're right.

Husband: That's good.
Better calm down and have a drink.

Cora: Today I had a man at my reception,
who saw Maria Callas.

Husband: Yes?
Well, lucky guy.

You should definitely listen to this.

Today I read an amazing note.
Here.

It happened very close.

Frankfurt police say: "On
Friday, parachutist Anton M.

fell from a height of 3000 meters into
a pine forest in the vicinity of Frankfurt.

The arriving ambulance
doctors were amazed that

that the athlete escaped with a
few scratches." Can you believe that?

Man in a jacket:
The bullet hit the heart.
It's unlikely he'll survive.

Man in bowler hat: Yes. I'll
have to use this somehow later.

Husband: Listen further. "Anton
M. died on the way to the hospital,

when the ambulance
skidded around a bend,

and she crashed into a telephone pole."
Phenomenal!

Nagi: The second time she
appeared to me was also in the park...

I gathered all my courage
and went to meet Maria.

But with every step her outlines
melted away... Losing clarity and depth.

It was as if I had crossed an imaginary line
into reality and the magic had disappeared.

The next moment I heard
nothing and saw nothing.

It was so humiliating.
So illogical!

Why did Maria receive me
at a distance of 100 meters,

but disappeared when I got closer to 80?

Cora: Are you in love with Maria?

Nagi: In love?
These are just words.

Honestly, I don't understand
what do they mean?

By the way, these shoes suit you much better.

What are you going to do?

Cora: You can try
catatonic associations.

I give you a word and you say
whatever comes to your mind.

Nagi: What word?

Cora: Anything. Meadow. Imagine
a meadow and describe it to me.

Nagi: I see a meadow. Fire went through him. The
white bodies of women lie on the black ashes...

Cora: Mister Notch, be serious.

Nagi: But I'm serious.

Cora: Patient Notch.

The idealized image of Maria Callas
signifies the patient's subconscious desire

Do you want to talk about childhood?

Nagi: I was never a child.
At first I was more of a... thought.

Then an image appeared.
And the image took on flesh.

Cora: The patient treats treatment as a game,
the rules of which he is trying to impose on me.

Nagi: Look at most people.

All they need from life is a full stomach,
nice apartment and three orgasms a week.

Sorry, I'm not talking about you.

Cora: And yet it seems to
me that he wants to trust me.

Nagi: You think I'm sick, you're right.
But I'm one of those people whom treatment kills.

I will resist him.

Cora: I can't shake the feeling

that I am becoming more and
more part of his painful illusions.

Nagi: I've always felt this desire.

Cora: To whom?
To me?

Nagi: No.
To her, to Maria.

Cora: What did you want from her?

Nagi: Protect her.

Cora: From what?

Nagi: From herself, of course.

Cora: Of course.

In order to create the necessary level of trust

I think it is advisable to enter into a game
with the patient according to his rules.

Cora: What is your profession?

Nagi: I'm a detective. But not like in the
movies. I'm a department store detective.

Cora: That sounds terrible.

Nagi: Have you ever been to
a department store at night?

Cora: What?

Nagi: Have you been to a
department store at night?

Cora: No.

Nagi: Would you like to? You
should definitely see the panorama.

It's an amazing sight.

Cora: Aren't you going to get into trouble?

Nagi: Is that what you
want? Let's go! Let's go!

Security Guard: Hello.
What, are you giving a tour?

Nagi: Shut up, better give me a plan.

Security Guard: At O.K.
are you coming?

Cora: What is "O.K."?

Nagi: Bad joke.

Cora: Explain to me.

Nagi: Bed department.

Cora: I see.

Nagi: It happens one of the
guards sleeps there at night.

Cora: Have you ever
gone there with a woman?

Nagi: Are you asking as
a doctor or just like that?

I like department stores. They
make me sad. Especially at night.

Cora: But there is no panorama here.

Nagi: Sorry, I almost forgot.

Could you look away for a minute?
Otherwise there will be no effect.

I won't fool you. At 9 o'clock
all institutions turn on the lights.

It is believed that this makes
the city look more attractive.

Cora: Impressive.

Nagi: How do you feel?

Nagi: Don't you ever want to change?

Cora: What do you mean?

Nagi: That you could change yourself.
We could have become a different person.

Cora: Perhaps.
Doesn't anyone want this?

Nagi: What would you do?

Cora: I don't know...

Nagi: I'll tell you what you want.
First you go to the hairdresser.

Then to a department store, for example this
one. And buy yourself a new dress. Or new shoes.

Let's go.

Try it on.

Cora: No, I can't...
What if someone comes?

Nagi: We'll hide.

For my sake...

I beg you.

This will match the dress.

Cora: Mister Notch!
Where are you?

Nagi: Down here.

I knew it.

Let's drink to our transformation.

Cora: Okay.
Why not?

Nagi: Show you a trick?

Maria in the courtyard of her
house. My favorite photo of us.

Cora: Nice shot.
Why do you say "OUR"?

Nagi: I can't tell you
that. You will laugh at me.

Cora: Really?

Nagi: Yes.
You'll really laugh.

Cora: I want to leave.

Nagi: Of course.

Wait!
I want to show you something.

Music box. Do you see the music
box? You once had one like this.

Cora: How do you know?

Nagi: Do you want this box?

Cora: Yes, I guess... I'll
come by tomorrow morning.

Nagi: I realized a long time ago that people should
allow themselves more than they are allowed to do.

Now let's run a little.

You are not very happy.

Cora: Who told you?

Nagi: Because... You want to make love
to me... Do I really excite you that much?

Cora: You are a self-confident insolent!

Nagi: Why did you say that?
I just need your help.

Cora: I want to go home.

Husband: Just listen.
Toronto Police say:

"Dead scuba diver found on
mountaintop after forest fire."

Husband: But today is not Tuesday.

Cora: You don't ask
Why did I come back so late today?

Husband: Do you have a lover?

Cora: Perhaps.

Husband: You almost made me believe it.

Cora: Patient Notch: The patient's behavioral
responses are extremely unbalanced.

Nagi: I want to make a confession.

Cora: Yes?

Nagi: I lied to you about almost everything.
In a way, I wanted to prepare you.

Let's start with the fact that I'm not 32.

Cora: How much?

Nagi: I'm older.

Cora: How much older?

Nagi: A lot.

Cora: Can you tell me your age?

Nagi: No, I don't know
that. I really don't know.

And my name is not Stanislav Notch.
This is just one of my pseudonyms.

I use it on the road.

He sincerely considers himself...

Who are you really?

Nagi: Devil. Or the one
people call the devil.

Cora: He says he's the devil in the flesh.

Why didn't you say this right away?

Nagi: You would think I'm crazy.

Cora: But that's why you came to me!

It seems the situation
is out of my control.

I let the patient talk until he
hooked me into his scheme.

Because his latent
aggressiveness may come out,

I decided to transfer the
patient to a male colleague.

My decision was accelerated when the
patient invited me to a Russian restaurant.

Nagi: Would you like to come with me?

Cora: Mister Notch, that's out of the question.
For me this is a fundamental question.

Nagi: Will you really
reject the devil's offer?

Cora: Of course I refuse.

Nagi: Your new hairstyle
really suits you. Very nice.

Cora: Thank you. You were
going to tell me about Maria.

Nagi: Yes, that's right. I found her in
Athens in 1941. There was a war going on.

I immediately appreciated the depth of her talent.

Maria was fat
an ugly dreamer.

But she was brave. The first thing I decided
to do was get rid of her disgusting mother.

Cora: Why?

Nagi: Why not?
She was already nothing but trouble.

Being poisoned by patriotism,
she was sheltering two English soldiers.

This threatened the death penalty.

So I wrote a letter to
the Italian commander,

but someone warned the British.

When the Italian military police
burst into the house the next morning,

they found only some of the things there,
abandoned by fugitives.

But this was quite enough
for the death penalty.

The woman was trapped in
me. But what happened next?

Maria sat down at the piano
and sang an aria from "Tosca.

"
"Tosca", the great Italian opera.

Can you imagine it?

They forgot that they came to do a search.

Incredible story.
Don't you think so?

A strange feeling came over me. The fact is
that I was not the only one who noticed Maria.

"He" was there too. The toy
no longer belonged to me alone.

Cora: Who is he?

Nagi: Him.
You know him.

Cora: God?
Do you know God personally?

Nagi: We avoid each other.

Cora: And what does he look like?

Nagi: A lot of time has
passed since our last meeting.

He has aged a lot. He was
quite bored with the world.

Cora: God is a man?

Nagi: If that were the case, then women
would be born wearing high-heeled shoes.

Anyway, he challenged me
so I decided to go on the offensive.

For example, I did this

so that the performer of the role
of Tosca in the Athens opera falls ill.

I had to ride her a little.

After which she felt so bad that she sent her
husband to stop Maria from going on stage.

I was enjoying myself. In short,
Maria arrived at the theater on time,

but with a black eye, which was fortunately
hidden by the wide brim of her hat.

I was delighted. The public too.
She applauded her with enthusiasm.

They were shocked by the passion of
the 18-year-old "Tosca". A star is born!

She has not yet reached the level of
mega-star, but that was already something.

Cora: Let's say, hypothetically,
that you are actually the devil.

Nothing is impossible for you.

Why did you suddenly become
interested in the fate of one person?

Nagi: By that time, the war
had already bored me to death.

She has lost all skill has
become a question of technology.

And everything that happens
without my participation is tasteless!

I get the feeling like
people don't need me at all.

It suddenly occurred to me for the first time,
that people can do without me.

That they undertook to play
my role in that terrible drama,

and more cruelly and skillfully than I myself.

My whims helped me cope with him.

But I'm afraid in the case of Maria,
the whim turned into an obsession.

Cora: Did I understand you correctly?

You used Maria
to overcome the crisis?

Nagi: "Used"!
What a terrible word.

I wanted to break her!
Destroy!

Cora: But you said that
they were going to save her.

Nagi: Let's leave this distinction for the timid
in spirit. We're talking about Maria Callas.

Mary's soul was to become
another trophy in my collection.

Why do I need the soul of a cheeky
dreamer, capable of only ordinary thoughts?

First, her soul must soar to the heights
of perfect and absolute art, then...

Then I doomed her to destruction.

I am very pleased that you are so attentive
to me and sacrifice your free time.

How did you cope with
your patient's suicide?

Cora: Excuse me?

Nagi: I mean the man who jumped
out of a plane two weeks ago.

He didn't open his parachute.

Cora: It wasn't suicide.
He died in a car accident.

Your mention of him is
completely out of place.

Nagi: I'm happy. I'm sorry I hurt
your feelings. Please excuse me.

Cora: But how did you know about it?

Nagi: I read it in the newspaper.

Cora: How do you know?

that he was my patient? Nagi: I
actually know a lot about you...

Scoundrels!
Bastards!

Cora: They heard.
They are returning.

Nagi: They won't come back.

Cora: Why are you wearing my robe?

Husband: Cora!
Bark!
Are you here?
Bark!

Cora: Where else should I be?

Husband: Can you imagine? They
want to publish it. Isn't that great?

The editor said the book
would be a bestseller,

if you add a little more material.

Cora: Really?
Is death really that fascinating?

Husband: But this book is not about death.

Cora: What else? For several years now you
have been collecting only messages about death.

Husband: This will be a complete
and fascinating anthology,

let's say, curious
recent events in life.

But nowadays people are asked
to refrain from this habit. Why?

Because Japanese people often bump
their heads when greeting each other."

Cora: Here's your medicine.

Husband: Thank you.

Cora: How's your heart?

Husband: The doctor says
I'll live to be 80 if I'm careful.

Cora: Tell me, do you want
something unusual to happen to you?

Husband: Anything unusual?
For example?

Haven't you ever wanted to change?
become a different person?
Well, tell me!

Husband: I don't believe in such changes.

In fact, nothing changes
at all until a person dies.

Only then will something change.
Maybe.

Nagi: A long time ago... That was the time.
People secretly called for me.

I appeared to them at midnight. They
offered me their souls, and I set the price.

Most were disappointed at first.

But later they realized
that we should rejoice

that they actually got anything
for this mossy goodness.

It was best to deal with artists. They believed
that no one was more important than them.

Cora: And what did you do with these souls?

Nagi: Threw them away.
What else?

Cora: Threw away souls?

Nagi: Why do I need them?

Cora: And what did you do with these souls?

Nagi: Threw them away.
What else?

Cora: Threw away souls?

Nagi: Why do I need them?

Cora: Maybe we'd better go back to Maria?

Nagi: You are so strange. Then you start
asking me sincerely, and then suddenly...

Cora: Mister Notch, you understand What does
your statement mean that you are the devil?

Nagi: Following your logic, this
means that you think I'm schizophrenic.

Cora: I have to put you in a mental
hospital. Do you understand this?

Nagi: Why don't you do this?

Nagi: It's a pity.

Cora: What happened to Maria then?

Nagi: Maria was unlucky.
Nobody wanted to take her.

As her agent, I made sure that nothing worked
out for her and that she was not given roles.

Cora: So you were her agent?

Nagi: Of course. I called myself
Bagarotsi. It was a great time.

I did not experience greater pleasure at
the sight of her tears and despair. Oh yes!

Each failure doubled her will.
And then she got her chance.

"Gioconda" in Verona.
The audience went crazy.

But music critics did not
share their enthusiasm.

Callas: Read what is written there.

Man: No.

Callas: Read!

Man: Maria Callas's voice fully
met the general requirements

the most ordinary opera production.
The greatest impression...

Callas: Read!

Cora: If you are who you say you
are, then why didn't you do anything?

Nagi: But I did.
I wrote that article.

Maria needed to be taken away
from the routine of everyday life.

It was a big game. It was
necessary to light the torch. Torch!

And then something incredible happened.

Callas: I'm not hungry. I won't eat
Until I become like Audrey Hepburn.

Nagi: And she stopped eating.

Her will was so strong that it was as if she
intended to disappear from the face of the earth.

90 kilograms! And in a very short
time. Exactly half of it remained.

She became graceful like a fairy. Her face acquired
the beauty of the heroine of an ancient Greek myth.

The world lay at her feet.
What about me? What did I do?

Posing as a doctor, he spread a rumor,
as if she had been given a tapeworm.

Is it possible to humiliate a
woman more? It was great.

Are you recording this? Are you by
any chance recording our conversation?

Cora: No.

Man: Can you find a light, madam?

Nagi: Let her go and get lost!

Come in.

Frau Doctor, Frau Doctor...

Cora: Thank you.
Thank you.

Nagi: There is no need
for gratitude. Is it true.

Cora: Is this a real
gun? So, is it charged?

Nagi: Of course. After all,
I have to protect myself.

You can see for yourself what
kind of rabble hangs around here.

Cora: So this is where you live.

Nagi: Yes.
I'm a poor devil.

Why did you come today?

Cora: You missed several
sessions. I was worried.

Nagi: Do you know what day it is today?

Cora: September 16th, I believe.

Nagi: Yes. On this day Maria Callas died. Usually
on September 16th I avoid people's company.

Cora: Should I leave?

Nagi: Please stay.
Do you like champagne?

Cora: Yes.

Nagi: Then let's go buy it?

Man: So that's where the dog is buried.
This photo shows Mary, God and me.

Have you seen her? Here,
a black poodle... This is me.

Cora: So then the white poodle
is god? Are you a black poodle?

Nagi: Exactly. I have often taken the form
of a poodle, but this time it was different.

Maria brought me here, there,
under that very tree, I raised my paw...

How can I put it better?
It was so humiliating.

I know how difficult it is to understand.
But when Maria Callas sang, I idolized her.

Yes, it was a prayer for the glory
of God. I had nothing to do with it.

She sang, I suffered and
enjoyed at the same time.

I hated and adored her, I wanted
to die. And I wished her death.

I wanted to beat and torture her,
deprive her of all the joys of life.

I dreamed of destroying everything
which was not part of her gift. All!

I wanted to lift her above people
like an angel. To the very sky...

So that her fall would
be all the more terrible.

Cora: But why?

Nagi: And still you ask?
Because perfect art gives comfort.

By destroying Maria, I would
deprive people of comfort.

Cora: Why do you blame yourself for
everything? What made you take action?

Why did you plan all
this? Do you feel insulted?

Do you really think that
I will believe your story?

Nagi: I don't have to prove anything to anyone.
Whether you believe it or not is your problem.

Cora: Your morbid obsession
Maria Callas is treatable.

Many people have mania. But the fact that
you consider yourself the devil is madness!

Nagi: What do you know about madness?

Cora: I sincerely want to help you.

Nagi: You want me to rip off
your blouse and take over you.

You want to bite me
scratch my back with your nails.

You want to bite my lips,
to hear me moan.

You have to give me your word

that you will never tape
our conversations again.

Cora: But I...

Nagi: Please, don't lie.
I know you're lying.

You may have quite reasonable arguments,
but still... Do you promise?

Friend: How's your book?
Hi Robert.

Husband: Hello.

Friend: Can you find a couple of minutes for me?

Husband: No problem.

Friend: I know several artists who
would undertake to make illustrations.

Husband: We could discuss this. Good
illustrations will only bring the book to life.

For example, the story of the three
flattened heads. She's incredibly funny.

Cora: Listen, Lioba. I have one
patient who scares me terribly.

Could you find out something
about him? You work for the police.

Lioba: Do you have anything with him?

Cora: Sometimes you
can be incredibly stupid.

Lioba: I'll see what I can do.

Husband: I think Cora has a lover.

Friend: Is there anything
unusual about this?

Husband: She never cheated
on me as far as I know.

Friend: What about you?

Husband: I haven't cheated
on her, as far as she knows.

Cora: Mr. Notch didn't call?

Nurse: No.

Cora: Tell me, did you meet Mr.
Notch out of work?

Nurse: What?

Cora: Answer.

Nurse: No.
And what?

Cora: Tell the truth.

Nurse: I didn't think that...
We just had lunch together.

Cora: In a Russian restaurant?

Nurse: A few weeks ago he came up to
me in a department store and asked me

Would I like to have a drink with him at the expense of the establishment?
On the 9th floor.

This was before he came to us. He asked
about you only in the most general terms.

Cora: And you told
a stranger about me!

Cora: You told him about the tape
recorder. You know where he lives.

You were there.
You kissed him.

And then you made love.
What were you doing? What?

Nurse: Sometimes we went to the bar.

Cora: Which bar?

Nurse: Not far from his apartment.

Cora: You've entered into a relationship
with a patient. With the patient!

You put me in danger. Pack
your things and leave! Immediately!

Cora: So this is where
you go in your free time?

Isn't it too common place for the devil?

Nagi: What makes you think?

that I have free time?
Sit down.

Did Tamara talk?

Cora: Who?

Nagi: Of course
I had to make inquiries about you,

don't you think
that I will trust the first person I meet.

Would you like a drink? I
would offer you champagne, but...

Cora: I know you're on a diet of flies.

Nagi: Yes.

Cora: You expect me to believe you?
Or should I limit myself to the role of listener?

Nagi: As you wish.
Looks like
all you know are limitations.

Cora:
You are trying to provoke me again.

Nagi: No, sorry. I just wanted to tell you
that you are special, not like everyone else.

Cora: Thank you.

Nagi: I want to free you from these
terrible and humiliating restrictions.

Cora: Like young Maria?

Nagi: You amaze me.

Cora: But I can't sing.

Nagi: I have some whiskey at home.
Would you like to have a drink with me?

I don't have a glass.

Cora: Do you at least have ice?

Nagi: No, there is no ice either. It seems
like there must be a glass in the basement.

I'll be gone for a while.

I hope you weren't too bored?

Cora: No.

Nagi: You're sweating.
Is it too hot in here?

Cora: No.

Nagi: Her mother, Evangelia, bombarded Maria
with letters asking her to give her money.

I still have this letter from her.

My money comes from hard work.

And you are not so old yet
and can work on your own.

And if you are unable to earn a living, then all
you have to do is throw yourself out of the window.

Cora: Would you like for your
mother to receive such a letter?

Nagi: Good question.

I was at my best.

It's a pity that you didn't see me
then. Yes, that was many years ago.

The worst thing... The worst thing was...
that Mary had an impeccably perfect voice.

So perfect
that it could not be improved.

She knew it
and she was tormented by pathological fear.

Yes, such that she could drop
an octave lower on difficult notes

or throw them away altogether.
But Maria always went to the end.

To the very limit.
Be it triumph or failure.

But with one or the other
outcome, her fear became stronger.

Can you hear?

Here!

It was a moment...

A moment of absolute perfection.

Yes, Maria was like that.

Now do you understand her
despair? Maria faded before my eyes.

You know, madam, I have made a serious
decision. I decided to commit suicide.

Cora: No!

Nagi: Yes. I still
intended to die someday.

Cora: Well, that's a smart idea.

Nagi: Do you find it?

But I chose a very slow death.
Don't you want to know which one?

Cora: No.
Not true... Of course I want to.

Nagi: I will become human. And I will
die the death prepared for me by fate.

Madam... Aren't you pleased
with this decision of mine?

Cora: How are you going to become human?

Nagi: It's probably very
difficult. This is my guess.

I don't know. This is
the first time for me.

The princess kissed the frog - smack
- and the frog turned into a prince.

What is it like to be human?

I'm a little scared.

I've seen so many terrible
examples. Bark? Can I call you Cora?

Let's say "you" to each other...

It is unlikely that I will turn out to be
a worthy person. What do you think?

What if I become a criminal or... a lawyer.

Cora: Your narcissism is disgusting.

Nagi: Narcissism?

Lift up your skirt.

Further.

Further.

Further.

Cora: No!

Nagi: Okay, don't do it if you don't want to.

Cora: You bastard!
Fuck you!
Get out of my life!

Passerby: Can I help you?

Husband: The police say:
"The Belgian fried his partner...

Frustrated by his business partner's
opinion of the Rwandan massacre,

he killed him and ate
some parts of his body."

Well... Now you need to drink the bitters.

Lioba: So he has a gun.
Did he shoot with it?

Cora: No.

Lioba: How do you know it was loaded?

Cora: Lioba, you have to help me.

I need to find out who he
is. Where. What does he do?

Is it really that difficult?

Lioba: What should I do, Cora? Cora: Come up with
it yourself. This man is extremely aggressive!

He considers himself the
devil. Can you imagine it?

He threatened to commit suicide.
He didn't call for several days.

I can't leave him and wait
until he becomes uncontrollable!

He interferes in my personal life.

He poses a danger to
himself and to others.

This man is a fraud, a charlatan.

I can give his fingerprints.

Lioba: Cora, calm down.

Cora: I need to know his real
name. He considers himself the devil.

The name of the cafe is
"On behalf of the devil.

Cora: If you call him by his name,

he will no longer be able to maintain
the illusion in the face of his real self.

Such cases have been described.
His true name will destroy the deception.

Lioba: Cora!

Cora: What?

Lioba: I think you're terribly confused.

Husband: Almost 40!
We need to call a doctor.

Cora: I don't need a doctor.

Husband: Honey, be reasonable.

Cora: I don't want to be reasonable!
Robert...
We need to get a divorce.

Husband: What?
Why?

Cora: Why?
Why?
There are hundreds of reasons for this.

Husband: Name at least one.

Cora: It's pointless. Our
relationship has lost its meaning.

Husband: You have a fever.
Let's talk about this later.

Cora: No, I want to find out
everything right now. Immediately!

Husband: As an auditor, I must say,

From an economic point of
view this is not a good idea.

Cora: Stop your economic
bullshit! That's not the point at all.

Husband: What about?

Cora: I want to be happy again.

When I was little, I found a
four-leaf clover in a huge meadow.

And for some time I felt happy.

And then, once again,
when I turned 7 years old.

Suddenly a black poodle came up to me,
sat down next to me and smiled at me.

Husband: Did the poodle smile at you?

Cora: I played that tune over and over again.

It melted and melted.
And now I'm 38. Robert...

Our life is not a rehearsal. It only
happens once. Now I understand it.

I know it sounds terrible, Robert,
but when I think about our future,

and I see an endless row of plates.

Some with spaghetti. Others with
asparagus and mashed potatoes.

Husband: I will never agree to
a divorce. And I'll tell you why.

Cora: Tell me.

Husband: Because I love you.

The inscription is "Great Bagharotsi".

Woman: You will be irresistible
in it. I'll wrap it up now.

Husband: What's going on, may I ask?

Cora: I'm leaving.

Husband: When will you be back?

I asked you a question!

Voice: And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you the beautiful and unique
Tamaru!

Tamara: Ladies and gentlemen, great Bagharotsi!

Man: Honorable audience!

The floating virgin is obviously
She was not a virgin at all.

Well, it happens.
Music please!

Cora: Where's Notch?

Woman: Who?

Cora: You know who, whore!

Woman: Over there.

Man: You're fired! And
take your assistant with you!

Nagi: Because of you I got fired.

Cora: Does the devil really need a job?

Nagi: Yes, if he wants to become
human. How can I serve you?

Cora: We're not done yet.

Nagi: No?

Cora: No.

Nagi: What do you want?
Open your purse.

Cora: A purse?
For what?

Nagi: Open your purse!

Cora: There's no end to your story.
And you yourself understand this.

Nagi: Give me one reason

Cora: To make the story true.

Nagi: Would you like to go for a walk?
This is a magical place.

Cora: Why?

Nagi: Miracles always happen in the middle of the
bridge. You are neither on this side nor on this.

Cora: On the other side of what?

Nagi: The one that binds
you to one shore or the other.

Only on the bridge the most
unexpected events happen,

especially if the bridge
is as beautiful as this one.

Cora: For example?

Nagi: For example? You can
sometimes hear as Maria Callas sings.

Cora: Here?
Is it that simple?

Nagi: Do you really want
to hear my story to the end?

Cora: Of course.

Nagi: Have you ever thought
why did I come to you?

Cora: Yes.
And often.

Nagi: Something elusive
about you fascinated me. And...

Cora: And?

Nagi: And tormented.

Isn't the resemblance to you striking?

Cora: So, that means how
have you seen me all this time?

A frustrated aging woman?

Nagi: Look in the mirror,
please. As if it were a lens.

Cora: What are you doing to me?

Nagi: This woman is
Maria Callas. Her last photo.

Wait! You wanted to
know everything to the end.

My plan to destroy Maria
was almost a success. Almost...

Finally!
At least that's what I thought.

During her last tour in Japan,
her voice began to border on noise.

And in 1976, in Paris, she
gave her last private concert.

It was indescribable.

She didn't sing...
And it made sounds similar to the screeching of a saw.

Music of damned souls
accusation against everything.

She sang Beethoven's clavier
to her own accompaniment,

without realizing it she meant me.

Every note from her shattered
vocal cords was meant for me.

The sharp, tortured sounds of
an accordion with pierced bellows.

Can you imagine it?
It was hell.
A hell I would have been proud of before.

And then, shortly before her death,
I visited her again.

We've never been this
close to each other before.

That evening I rang the doorbell of her
apartment on Avenue Georges Mandel.

She invited me, a stranger, to enter.

She was so lonely. I introduced
myself to who I am, and she... laughed.

I had to show her so much from
what only the two of us understand.

She was sure that her voice was simply
frozen and that someday it would return.

Callas: Do we really no
longer have life on Earth?

Nagi: Do we really no longer have life
on Earth? And I was her Radames. Her life.

The music of death sounded
above us. It was perfection itself.

We no longer have life on Earth.

And then...
I will never forget this...

She stroked my cheek. She touched
me tenderly, as if forgiving me!

This was the first time. I've
been waiting for this decade.

Then she went to the bathroom
and died. She was only 53.

Cora: Maria is dead.
And I'm alive.

Nagi: Who can know for
sure is the person dead or not?

With her death, Maria
turned my victory into a farce!

She remained forever great and
inaccessible, beyond my influence.

What haven't I tried?
to destroy her.

But I myself was destroyed.
That wasn't the worst of it.

The worst thing was that I
realized that I loved. I, the devil.

But I couldn't die like
Mary just because it's over.

I wandered the world for
20 years, ceased to be mine.

And then I came to you. And
he found Maria again. In you.

You don't believe me!

Cora: I believe it.

Nagi: You're lying!

Cora: Don't talk to me like that!

Nagi: If I were really crazy, and my
inner world was different from yours...

Then which of us would
be sick? Who's healthy?

Cora: Enough!

Nagi: You could have saved me.

Go away! Get out of
here! Save me from myself!

Cora: You, you...

Nagi: Devil?

Cora: Pig! Dirty
disgusting pig! I'll kill you!

Man: We need to talk about something.

Can I come in?
We must discuss your death.

Husband: Excuse me?

Man: You understood me
correctly. Are you a collector too?

Nice, very nice. We took the
liberty of considering several options.

Here, take a look.
Car accident next week?

Too sudden, I guess.

But its undeniable advantage is its
speed and almost complete painlessness.

Husband: But I don't drive a car.

Man: But another person
drives. Second option...

Extremely effective.

Crazed Satanists break into your home and
torture you for a long time until you die.

Husband: After how many
years does this happen?

Man: In 5.

Husband: No, probably not that.

Man: Or something else... Quiet
death in a dream at 94 years old.

Husband: I agree.

Man: I was joking.
Sorry.

Okay, let's write it down like that, right?

An idea just occurred to me...

Cora!
God bless!

Cora: Hello, Lioba.

This is Cora. I ran into
Notch at a variety show.

He works as a magician, he is mad.

He wants me to belong only to
him. He threatened to kill my husband.

And then he ran away. Robert should be
home but he doesn't answer the phone.

I'm so afraid.
Please go check on someone.

I beg you, quickly.

Why didn't you tell me you knew him?

Lioba: Who?

Cora: Don't pretend. I saw you
kissing before entering the cinema.

Lioba: Cora, I haven't been
to the movies for six months.

Policeman: We searched his apartment,
there was no one there except the dog.

Abnormal dog. The poodle jumped into the elevator car
and pressed the button for the first floor with his nose.

We didn't see him again.

Cora: Black poodle?

Policeman: Yes.

Cora: Did you look in the refrigerator?

Policeman: Of course. Can
you imagine what was there?

Cora: No.

Policeman: Predecessor.

Cora: Which predecessor?

Policeman: His dog.

Cora: Excuse me?

Cora: You bastard!
I'll kill you!

Let me in!
Do not touch me!

Cora: I'm not sick! I'm a
psychotherapist! You are making a mistake!

Doctor: It's a miracle he's
alive. The bullet hit the heart.

Man: We'll have to
use this somehow later.

Husband: This can't be.

Cora: Stop!
Don't move!

I told you, don't move!

Don't come near!
Or I'll jump!

Leave!
I don't need you!
Don't come near!

Nagi: No need. I beg you. If
you jump, you'll never know.

Cora: What don't I find out?

Nagi: The end of our story.

Cora: She's gone, our story is over.

Have you ever asked if I want to
participate in it? I didn't call you!

Nagi: No, she called, Cora.

Cora: Fuck you with your psychoanalysis!

Nagi: No need, Cora!

Voice: Don't do anything stupid.
You can find a way out of any situation.

Cora: Go away!
Leave!

Voice: Calm!

Nagi: Cora, don't lose
your temper. Take my hand.

Cora: I'm afraid.

Nagi: What?

Cora: That you will take my soul and throw
it away just like the souls of others.

Nagi: Don't be afraid. She
will be with me... Always.

Give me salvation.

Cora: Tell me how.

Nagi: I think you should kiss me.

Cora: What will happen to the devil?

if you become human? Nagi: There
will always be someone for this role.

Cora: But if it works, you won't remember
anything. You spoke about this yourself.

Nagi: You will be remembered for both of us.

Cora: What if I never find you again?

Nagi: Then you will go and
stand in the middle of the bridge.

Voice: "Frankfurt Police.

Trying to thwart psychotherapist Cora D.
commit suicide

An unknown man fell and flew 80
meters from the roof of the city hospital.

He fell on a BMW 520i.

The strangest thing is that a lifeless body
was found on the roof of the dented car.

a black poodle, not a fallen man."

The court found Cora D. guilty
of attempting to kill her husband.

But a psychiatric examination ruled
that the accused was incompetent,

and the judges showed leniency.

Nagi: Do we know each other?

Cora: Stanislav?

Nagi: Yes.

May I?
I guess I'd better go.

Cora: Please don't go.

I mistook you for someone
else. Sorry. My name is Cora Dultz.

Nagi: Stanislav Bagarotsi.

Cora: Are you listening?

Nagi: What?

Cora: It's Callas!
She sings for us.

Nagi: You're right.
What an evening...

Cora: Show me your watch.
Exactly 9.

Friend: I hope so marriage
will be good for you.

Husband: Come on, talk.

Friend: What should I say? From a
medical point of view this is impossible.

A bullet hit you in the heart, but every
year you become healthier and healthier.