All language subtitles for Draguse ou le manoir infernal (1976)_ENG

This satanic dream again.

It's an obsession,

I am not crazy.

I am David Léger.

I am a historian

and I don't believe in the supernatural.

Yet I find myself, night after night,

In a house that I have never been in,

but that I recognize,
with a woman,

always the same woman
whose name I don't know.

Just my luck.

Some people meet with Perre Sylandres

or Brigitte Bardot in their dreams.

I always meet with some crazy woman
who thinks she's Nostradamus

and I can't even pinch myself to wake up.

Yes. I'm used to that.

You always use the pentacle trick
to make me appear.

Okay, now I'm here in this room,

I think so, so what now?

What does this wannabe witch want from me?

Come on, what's happening to me?

I've got a mistress,
a mistress who satisfies me,

I don't have any particular perversions,

and here am I,
deep in an erotic dream.

Obviously, I could choose not to look,

but how can I close my eyes in a dream?

You hypocrite.

Dare to say that you don't like it.

Don't you want to see more?

Don't you want me to be totally naked?

If only I could break free

and get out of this pentacle,

I'd show you.

You can't, David.

That's what turns me on.

Look.

No, no!

What is wrong, David?

You scared me.

Forgive me, Julie, but it was that damned
nightmare again.

Again?

If you think it's fun sleeping with you.

Shit, already?

I'm in a rush.

I've got an appointment with Jerome
at ten o'clock for my contract.

I bet it's another unpaid translation.

That's all your publisher has for you.

Not this time.

He's going to publish
"The Queens of Scotland."

You and your history books,
no one's going to be interested in that.

Only sex sells these days.

What would you know about that?

Besides Elle and Marie-Claire,
there's nothing that interests you.

Money does.

When are we leaving this shabby room?

Money. Perfect time to mention it;
I have to hurry.

Aren't you forgetting something?

Yes?

Before Jerome,
you have an appointment with me.

Okay, but let's make it quick.

Forgive me,
but Jerome hates being kept waiting.

It's crazy how handsome you are.

Bye.

My dear David, I have good news for you.

Cigarette?

Yes, please.

You've been wanting to work more closely

with our company for a long time,
haven't you?

Well, this is the perfect opportunity.

Our reading committee met yesterday.

Of course,
I went out of my way to impose you,

and do you know what they finally decided?

I guess it involves launching
a new series.

A series with me as director,
where I would write regularly.

That's a great idea.

I'm sure the story of
The Queens of Scotland

will be of great
interest to the public.

Come on, David, let's be real,
it wouldn't sell a thousand copies.

Sorry, but we're thinking of a collection
of erotic novels,

very erotic in fact.

I want you to get to work right away

and write the first two titles
of the series.

Me?
I'm a historian.

So what?
You can write, can't you?

That's the only thing that matters.

Use a pen name if you want to,
you won't be the first.

No, it's really not my specialty.

Where would I get my inspiration?

Just about anywhere.

In this day and age,
eroticism is linked to everything.

What you'd need however,
Is a quiet place to work.

You can't keep writing in a hotel room.

Look for a villa in the countryside.

I won't be giving you money up-front,
but I'll pay the rent.

Good luck David.

I'm counting on you.

Nowadays,
anyone can write erotic stories, David.

Go see movies, visit sex shops,

watch plays.
Figure out how to make something original,

and remember, the dirtier, the better.

Right, I should research.

That's a good one.

I'm going to look silly
walking into one of these shops.

No doubt,
people will think I'm a degenerate.

With my usual luck,

I'm sure to run into someone I know

just as I'm leaving.

I never would have thought that

there were establishments like this

in the middle of Paris.

"Special Swedish massage."

Well, it's more like Bangkok.

I have to get to work,

but first I need to choose a movie.

"Horny for Evil"

Can't make this up.

This is to entice the poor viewers.

"Bed Hostesses,"
yes, quite a program.

Management probably provides
the pillow and blankets.

"The Pleasure-seeker,"
this one is straightforward.

We know right away what to expect.

"The Orgy."
It gets better and better.

After all, why not?

To think that in the past,
people didn't even dare to say the word--

"The Perverts of Pleasure."

There's definitely something for everyone.

If you love life,
you should watch erotic movies.

"The Arch-Sex,"

This is the movie they talked about on
Le Petit Rapporteur.

Some 209,000 hypocrites bought a ticket,

but nobody saw it, and neither did I.

That's a real head-scratcher, right there.

With his eyes glistening with desire,
the creepy guy pulls out his tool

and rushes towards the little girl who was
looking at him, she opens up screaming--

No, I could never write
something this stupid!

Oh heck, my makeup.

Are you done bitching?

What's the matter?

I have two books to write and can't seem
to think of anything to write about.

Maybe,

what you lack is
a little bit of erotic imagination.

I can give you ideas if you want.

All you think about is fucking.
No, Jerome is right.

I'm going to rent a shack in
the countryside to look for inspiration.

I'm going to isolate myself.

Without me?
Don't you like me anymore?

Listen, Julie, this is serious.

By the way, did Jerome
give you an advance on payment?

Upon delivery of the manuscript,
not before.

He agrees to pay the rent.

How nice.

I need peace and solitude.

Do you mean I'm going to stay
here all alone?

Don't make a big deal out of this, okay?

Jerome has arranged everything,
hasn't he?

Great.

As I told you,
the house is poorly located,

the shops are far away.
There are noisy neighbors,

and it's impossible
to find a cleaning lady.

It's absolutely not suitable for you.

This is fantastic,
it's exactly the house of my dream.

I'm sure I'll find inspiration here;

it's like the house is waiting for me.

Come, I'll take you to the Libize,
you'll be thrilled.

No need, Mr. Jouve,
I'll rent this house.

Give me the keys.

This is a mistake.
The telephone is disconnected.

In fact, the house has been vacant
for a very long time.

Anyway, I'm not going in.

I'm going to watch this film again
and then I'll get to work.

Is anybody there?

I don't know what's happening,
but this house is making me nervous...

and I'm running out of cigarettes.

I'll have to walk all the way
to the drugstore.

There is nothing
else open at this time.

"Memoirs of a Prostitute."

Now that's a great topic.

I'd be damned
if I can't find a girl who'd be willing

to tell me her story for a fee.

Off to the Bois de Boulogne.

I've been flirting for two hours straight
for nothing.

I bet they are still on strike.

I still have one option.

There is a spot
near the Bois de Saint-Cucufa.

There are always two or
three wandering around.

Obviously, there is always an idiot

leaving his car
in the middle of the road.

Anyway, maybe walking will help me
come up with the plot.

Hey handsome, look.

Special price for you.

Come here, my big bear?

Okay, but at my place.

Okay, following you.

Thank you.

Should I take off all my clothes?

No, you don't have to.

I'm paying you to chat,
isn't that what we agreed?

I thought it was an excuse.

Absolutely not.
Would you like a glass of scotch?

If you wish.

I have to tell you stories
to get you aroused?

What do you want me to talk about?

I'm not used to this.

Why always me?

I always attract weird guys,

just my luck.

At first glance,
you look normal.

I don't really care though,
you're paying.

I'm writing an erotic book
and I need you to give me ideas.

I'm listening.

Are you sure you don't want to?

Are you turned on?

Look.

Do you like it?

Yes.

Look.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, you're fucking me good.

Yes.

Like that?

Yes.

Go on.

With you it's--

It's so good.

Turn around.

Yes.

Come on, fuck me.

Hold on.

Turn around.

Fuck me.

Yes.

Faster.

Yes.

Why did you stop?

Keep going.

I don't know what came over me.
I wasn't myself.

Strange. None of this
has helped with my book.

So, tell me about your life.

Again?

Come here.

Did you hear that?

What's wrong?

Your clothes.

I'm not staying here another second.

Do you want a ride?

Hello, I'm listening.

Go ahead, speak up.

Who is this?

Answer me, damn it.
What do you want from me?

Can't you guess?

I'm just here to help you,
to provide inspiration.

It's you, Julie.

No need to disguise your voice.
It's not funny.

Did you try calling Collette?

Which one?

The redhead or the tall girl
from the nightclub?

No.

The beautiful flight attendant at Roissy.

She looked very understanding.

Yes but José thought of her
before you and he has a Ferrari.

Would you like a cigarette?

It's a bit tough that we can't find

women for the evening.

Well, speak for yourself

You sure you don't have any names left
in your notebook?

No, I've gone through it all I'm sure.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I accidentally overheard
your conversation.

I believe you are looking for
female companionship?

If you're offering call girl services,
don't bother,

We're broke.

Who do you take me for, young man?
This is not about money.

My niece, Draguse,
is forced to stay at home.

She is lonely.

Draguse.

It's a pretty name.

This Draguse must have cellulite,

be in her 40s and have sagging boobs.

This proposal isn't for you.

Two's company.

Three's a crowd.

What about you?

I'm just looking
for a friend for my niece.

Are you coming?

Why not?

As always, I have to figure things out
on my own.

What do you think of the real-life model?
Not too disappointed?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Here is dinner.

Please help yourself.

There is soup, terrine,
jellied chicken, rice salad,

and a sorbet drink.

This is too much.

We have an old saying:

"Enjoy every meal
like it's your last

and you'll die happy."

Undoubtedly from indigestion.

Which country are you from?

We are Hungarians my uncle and I.

I hope you like toquet.

It gives an exquisite flavor

to the meat.

Aren't you eating with me?

We already had dinner.

Enough Draguse, please.

I've already had too much to drink.

Toquet has never hurt anyone.

Now drink for me.

Do you really want me?

You are the most beautiful
woman I have ever met.

Wait.

I'll be right back.

Now leave him to me.

Hello Mr. Thomas.

What can I get you today?

Sir, I'd like a nice, tender steak.

Not like last time.
Last time it tasted like leather.

It was awful and weird.

You're in for a treat.

I've got the freshest meat.

I hope it's really fresh.

Slaughtered yesterday.

I slaughtered it myself, by the way.

The Foire du Trbéne,

the esplanade of Vincennes
was completely blocked,

crowded when Mr. Louis arrived.

This is my dream.

It's impossible

or I've become a sleepwalker.

Mr. Jouve, come in, the door is open.

I guess you brought my lease.

You were quick.

Does the house suit you?

Yes, it inspires me.

Come on, we'll examine this inside.

No, I'm in a hurry.

If you'd prefer, you can read it,

sign it and send it back to me
via the post.

It'll take two minutes.
This is a standard lease, right?

Yes, except for clause 26.

"The lessee, having seen and accepted
to rent the property as-is,

formally releases the agency from
any responsibility for any disturbance

or abnormal phenomena
of which he or she may

be the victim as a
result of the said rental."

What does this mean?

Just a simple standard clause.

We've had some problems
with this house in the past.

Do you know what I mean?

No.

Is it unsanitary?

Is the roof going to collapse or what?

Absolutely not.

The walls of this house
are perfectly solid.

It's the atmosphere, if I may say so.
Do you know what I mean?

Judging from you,
you'd think this house was haunted.

No, it's not.

Don't worry, Mr. Jouve,

the atmosphere suits me perfectly.

Before I forget,
have you had the telephone restored?

Not yet, I will do that today.

Hello.

Mr. David Léger?

It's me. I'm listening.

I am a secretary.

Your editor asked me to get in touch

and meet with you this evening,
if possible.

I hope I'm not interrupting anything?

No, you're not interrupting anything.

I'll be there.

Okay, I'll wait for you.

See you soon.

A secretary.

Clearly, Jerome truly wants
those damn erotic novels.

I've barely written ten pages or so.

Not to mention that
I don't even know how I wrote them.

Anyway, what an idea.

I'm the one who called you earlier.

Come in, please.

Here, that's all I've written so far.

What's next?

I need to come up with a story.

What story? I don't know yet.

I have to come up with an idea.

Why not tell the story of this house?

Each of these rooms must have been
the scene of an event.

Maybe I'd help you with that?

This is a furnished house, I believe.

I'm sure many strange things
must have happened here.

The more I think about it,
the more I believe I can help you.

Help me write erotic stories?

Why not?

In this field,

nobody ever thinks that
women too can be inspired.

Let's suppose that
a young schoolgirl lived here.

Let's call her Christine, shall we?

I'm coming.

Mary licked her lips.

Don't go so fast,
Mr. Roy, I can't keep up.

You were at: "Licked her slips."

"Lips, not slips," come on.
Pay attention.

Like this?

Yes. No, no fooling around,
you're here to study.

It's so hot in here, I'm thirsty.

Want something to drink?

Beer if you have any,

but hurry up,
you have to finish your paper.

I need to talk to your
dad about your progress.

It's really important, you know.

Not today,

my parents aren't coming home,
they're at a dinner party.

I am free all evening.

Too many mistakes.

You don't study hard enough.

Damn, I made a mistake.

Let go of me, please.

Can I ask you a question?

Go ahead.

That story you told me yesterday,
where did you hear it from?

Don't lie; I know you probably
didn't come up with it.

Really?

What are you, a misogynist?

You don't believe me capable
of coming up with this kind of story?

I did find a wax doll there

with a bow tie around its neck.

So, I just have to come up with

a new story to convince you, Mr. Writer.

Here, let's start with
this phonograph, shall we?

Your house happens to have as a tenant

a man about your age whom we'll call Eric.

He is a chief accountant
in a large import-export firm.

He's punctual, affable,
always keeps his voice down,

and is a model employee.

He has only one passion,
seemingly insignificant, photography.

Gee, it must be nice to live in
a house like this.

Do you live alone?

Yes, I hope you'll forgive the mess.

My cleaning lady is sick.

Don't beat yourself up.

I know what it's like to be single.

As the saying goes,
there's as much dust as

there are pictures
of naked women.

I'm sorry, Mr. Eric,
I know you are not like that,

else, I wouldn't have accepted
your invitation.

My dear Sarah, don't be sorry.

Let's go inside, shall we?

This is your first time posing
for a photographer.

We must drink to that.

Nice, champagne.

Are you sure that
no one will see the pictures?

I wouldn't want anyone
back at the office to--

Don't worry,
they won't leave this house.

They're for my personal use.

Okay.

Will you give me some?

Sure.

I'll light up the studio.

You can join me when you're undressed.

The first door down the stairs.

Eric, where are you?

Here, Sarah. Come in.

Is that you, Eric?

Don't move.

That expression is perfect.

What's the meaning of this?

Why the uniform?

I want my pictures
to be authentic, understood?

Fraulein Sigrine, take care of her.

I don't want to anymore.

I'm the one giving orders here.
You just obey.

Unfortunately for Sarah,

Fraulein Sigrin did not just
have sex with women,

she also killed them

in front of her lover who loved
to photograph her victims.

This is crazy,
and what about the corpse?

There's a large pile of loose dirt
near the garage.

Let's suppose they're buried there?

Is this the famous house?

There's nothing special about it,
you know?

My dear David,
you don't know anything about this.

Leave it to me,
I'll take care of your marketing.

This will be a success, my friend.

Mark my word, I guarantee you
a minimum sale of 100,000 copies.

What do you say about that?

A hundred thousand?

What is important is what happens next.

When will you deliver the next novel?

Soon.

Your secretary was of great help.

To be honest, she's been a very valuable

collaborator.

Who? What secretary?

The temp.

The one you sent me.

Me? Is this a joke?

I swear I didn't send you anyone.

You?

Of course.

We had an appointment, right?

You seem surprised.

You look like you've just seen a ghost.

This is no time for jokes.

I want some clarification.

I bet you've heard from your publisher?

Yes, and it's quite weird.

He says he doesn't know you.

Why don't you get me a drink
and I promise to tell you the truth.

It's simple,
but I couldnt help mystifying things,

especially when I learned that
Mr. Jouve rented this villa to a writer.

Mr. Jouve?

I'm a secretary at the agency.

That's why I could only come
in the evening.

So what about your stories?

They come straight out of our archives,

and not from my imagination.

This house has never brought
luck to its tenants.

Until now.

It has for me;
your stories will become a novel.

I'm happy for you.

Do you have an explanation for this too?

Without the glasses, I'd swear it was you.

Nothing can be hidden from you.

The previous tenant was a painter.

Well, shall we get to work?

First, I have something to tell you.

Without your help,
my novel wouldn't exist.

I don't know how to thank you.

I do.

To your novel.

To the woman who inspired me.

Hello, Jerome?

Hello, this is Julie.

Yes, Julie, hello.

I have just received the proofs.

Is David with you?
I need him to correct them.

What do you mean?
Haven't you heard?

Heard of what?

Sorry, but I've just arrived from London.

We've published the English edition.

David is sick;
he has a mysterious illness.

He is paralyzed.

That's impossible.

I saw him two days ago.

He was in perfect shape.

Nobody understands.
He can't speak.

He doesn't react to anything.
It looks like he suffered a severe shock.

Poor David.

Do you think his condition will improve?

Physically, maybe.

What concerns me more
is his hallucinations.

He's being haunted by a certain Draguse,
whom he believes is present in the house.

How is he, miss?

The same, doctor.

I'll give him his shot.

He needs to rest.

Bye.

Poor David,
to whom will you tell your story?

Nobody will believe you.

You are mine, mine alone.

Forever.

We have long hours ahead of us
during which I will be haunting you.

Look at me,

my body will be your prison

for eternity.

Draguse, no.