All language subtitles for Doctor Juan (1985)

or
If Don Juan were a woman...

Did you know Bertha well?

Please God, welcome the soul
of your servant.

So that she may live for You
now that she has left our world,

and by Your Infinite Mercy,
purify her name

of the sins she has committed
in the frailness

of her human flesh.

In the Name of our Lord
Jesus Christ, Your Son,

who lives and reigns with You
in the oneness

that is the Holy Spirit
being God

for the centuries to come.
Amen.

I didn't know that Old Bertha
was one of your friends.

Not at all. I simply stopped by
to say hello.

When I came in, I saw
that you were busy,

so I waited patiently
until you were done.

I'm sorry.

"May he who has never sinned
cast the first stone..."

The Bible according to St. John.

Paul, I must speak with you.
I must see you tonight.

I am talking to you as a priest
now. Will you come?

Definitely not, Jeanne.

I haven't seen you
in over a year,

and I don't want to see you now.

The life you lead
has never interested me anyway.

- You don't want to listen to me?
- No.

What happened to my cousin?
I don't know you anymore.

Well, I know you.

I see you haven't changed.

- Are you preaching at me?
- No, Jeanne.

You'd be too happy. Preaching
is not an issue between us.

I have better things to do
than hear about your base acts.

Base acts? You use such
unfashionable vocabulary.

To each his own.

- Now get out of here.
- What if I don't?

Get out of here.

Paul, I killed someone.

Now I get it.

Are you managing
with my paperwork?

Luckily. Or else, you'd be lost.

I'm not sure. I attract money
like a magnet.

One day, my poor old father
asked,

"Tell me, Jeanne. How will
you earn a living later in life?"

Then having said this,
he had a heart attack and died.

I inherited a fortune.

You must have looked so shocked
by his question that he died.

I can't help it. Fate has always
been like a lover.

I'm still young.
For the moment, I'm rich.

Well, I'm a poor little
rich girl.

Of course, if I had no money,
I'd be a rich little poor girl.

As I was saying,
I am young and I am rich.

And I'm not such a bad-looking
woman.

You see, life is good.

Knock on wood.

Never. That would be
far too easy.

I'm telling you,
you're going too far.

Leporella, where am I going
too far to?

- You're leaving?
- Yes.

I don't need you in the morning.

- Will you call me?
- Yes.

Damn. I can't believe it.
I've got a flat.

Hang on. I can fix it for you.

Do you have a jack?

How's my little cousin?
I knew you'd come.

One, two, three, four, five.

Here you are.
Do you mind if I carry on?

One, two, three, four, five.

A bearded man.
Now who could that be?

I wonder. Must have been
an unshaven admirer.

One, two, three, four, five.
Jack of clubs.

One, two, three, four, five.
10 of clubs. That means money.

Perfect. That is just perfect,
Jeanne.

One, two, three, four, five.
King of clubs.

My businessman, who is
a bit of an accountant.

No way. This poor man
must have become a crook.

Crime pays, Father.

Ace of spades.

That's not good.

One, two, three, four, five.
Jack of hearts.

That's me dressed as a boy.

One, two, three, four, five.
I've had enough.

How's my little priest?

Can I wash my hands?

You look splendid with your
dirty paws. Like a murderer.

You'd kiss me like
that when you were 12.

One day you gave me
a bloody lip.

- Remember?
- Please.

I didn't come so we could
reminisce.

So why did you come then?

It's up to you to tell me that.

Come on.

- Did you kill someone?
- Not so fast now.

That's no way
to make parishioners confess.

You're slipping Paul.

Once upon a time,
there was Robin Hood.

In a manner of speaking.

Today Robin Hood thinks
he's a man

because he kills cardboard
villains.

What a time.

- Who's that?
- He's the champion.

And what else does he do?

He's a magistrate,
State counselor,

and university professor.

He's brilliant, austere
and athletic.

Married?

With a daughter. You interested?

- What's his name?
- Pierre. Pierre Gonzagues.

He can even shoot
3 arrows in a cluster.

- Let's go.
- Where?

Introduce me.

Pierre Gonzagues.
Pierre, a friend of mine.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

We'd like to see you
hit the dummy.

I'll try, but it wasn't part
of the program.

Putting my honor at stake
when I've already won.

- Should I hit this man, madam?
- Yes.

In that case...

Head.

Throat.

Heart.

Are you driving me home
or to a taxi?

- Where do you live?
- In a submarine.

Then I shall have
to drop you off.

Thanks.

- Is your wife beautiful?
- I think so.

Do you keep mistresses?

I'm a faithful husband.

You don't cheat on her?

I am faithful to my wife,
but I may have cheated on her.

That's what they call affairs.

Yes, affairs, liaisons,
encounters.

Do you still have a lot of
questions to ask me?

Are these... encounters frequent?

No.

- When was the last time?
- I don't remember.

You haven't asked why
I'm so curious.

All right, I'm asking.

If we made love, would it be
for the first and last time?

Certainly.

Well, I've been warned.

Well, indeed it is a submarine.

I told you so.

Do you want something to drink?

If you're offering.

I'll be offering.

Afterwards.

After what?

So I said to myself, here we go,
everything's in order, I've won.

let me show you what I do with
my champion state councilman.

He thanked me politely
for the drink

I offered him... afterwards.

He said goodbye and left
as if nothing had happened.

Absolutely nothing.

At least promise to call.
Not him. Nothing at all.

And I don't like to be treated
in the way I treat others.

I don't like that one bit.

Seducing is nothing, Father.

Conquering is the hard part.

Pierre had attracted Jeanne
because he was impossible.

He was an impenetrable fortress

and Jeanne wanted to ride high
into this forbidden citadel.

That's the way she is, Father.

It wasn't easy, you know,
considering his age,

his wife, his daughter.

I'd like to see you try.

A week later, I had been
invited over by his wife.

To be precise, she had invited
a famous writer and his date.

I was the date.

Francis, please see
if dinner is ready.

Yes, m'am.

- Do you like the house?
- Yes.

I do too.

And it's my husband's hideaway.

unfortunately,
it's going to be destroyed.

Destroyed?

The highway will run
through here.

And all this will be crushed.
Pulverized.

It's quite a funny story,
published...

- I read your latest book.
- Dad.

Thanks. It's vibrant, precise,
clear. It's...

- You almost won the Goncourt.
- Only two votes away.

Not enough friends in the jury.

Mr. President, do you think
the Russians

have left Cairo for good?

Ever since Aswan,
no more swelling of the Nile,

so no silt nor plankton.

- Hence, no more sardines.
- My husband is a general

and he's always talking
about sardines.

They're not the same.

But still if a man
is successful.

I disagree.

If a man doesn't dominate
his wife, it's not normal.

You just like being dominated.

Ladies, you're both biased.

Dinner is served.

Please come to the table.

It would be a pleasure.

So you're abandoning
your old friends tonight?

Perhaps.

What have you got up
your sleeve?

It's a secret.

So the house is to be
destroyed?

Yes.

You are welcome to come
stay with me. Just you.

Please, Jeanne.

- I'll be expecting you tomorrow.
- I won't come.

In a few years, people
will no longer vote in booths.

They'll use computers.

Note that the vote count
was only off by 0.3

during the last election.

Come on, Pierre.

You can't believe we're going
to vote by computer.

I'm completely serious here.
Excuse me.

- I see you've checked up on me.
- Me?

You found out
I had a meeting here,

and came to wait for me, right?

Three months of chasing.

Three months of stolen moments
and deceit.

So I thought to myself that
this had gone on long enough.

Time to gamble the big bucks.

Naturally, I played hearts.

And I had an idea.

After his archery competitions,

my baby bird would spend
the night alone in a small inn

to work on his files. To each
his own, don't you think

You will leave here immediately.

Yes, I will go.
Forgive me.

I'm sure now. I love you.
I know it.

You're wrong.

You have no right
to say that to me.

Look at me.

What is happening to you?

I don't know. I swear,
I don't know.

Now I knew I wouldn't lose him.

Woe betide him
who uses scandal to succeed.

I had never noticed before

that it's always woe
betide him.

Woe betide him...

Yes, they're all for men.

And why seduce
when you can destroy

I, since I am a man,
know of no other way to love.

I am a spider, you see.

So I decided to trap my victim
in the middle of my web.

I brought him to an island
in Sweden. We were alone.

Just the two of us.

I had brought a microscope
to see how he would fight.

My curiosity knows no bounds.

How is my Robinson?

Brave Friday go to see
white man,

buy supplies for at least
three days.

Robinson help Friday
carry packages.

Is good. Is good.

Meat, canned foods,
salmon, eel,

crab, shrimp, extremely
expensive French wine, vodka.

Why did you get enough
for 3 days?

Why not?

You want to go back to Paris?

You don't like our
Swedish paradise?

You drink a lot.
Especially recently.

Yeah.

You drink and you hide,
don't you?

No.

Paris.

We were astonished
to hear from a reliable source

that Mr. Pierre Gonzagues,

the renowned magistrate,

professor, civilized white man,
winner of many awards,

appears to have run away
to Sweden

with a person of the
opposite sex.

Jeanne.

Listen. This is interesting.

Naturally, Mr. Gonzague's behavior
worried his family and friends,

but from that to dropping
everything...

But, alas, he did.

Aren't you ashamed? Debauchery.
Voluptuous pleasure.

Happiness. What a disgrace.

Yes, what a disgrace.

There was a party
at the university.

Pierre didn't want to go,

as he'd given conferences there
and was well known.

- No, I won't go.
- That's your loss.

I thought he should honor me
with his presence.

If you are to know,
I'm packing my suitcase.

You'll leave when I say you can.

Not in such a hurry
to leave now?

unpack your suitcase, Jeanne.

You're right.
I was acting like any old woman.

Don't worry. I can do better.

So can I.

May the best man win.

But I warn you,
you're out of your league.

Who do you think you are?

And what if I was the one
who left? Who left right now?

Go ahead. I'm not stopping you.

No, Jeanne. Not yet.

I'll go when I'm ready.

And don't you worry either,
I'll manage.

I had revealed my true self.

Never had I been so beautiful,
yet so ugly.

They're the same thing. He had
seen me and it was too late.

He knew who I was.
He knew who he loved.

And when a man knows
these things, he's lost.

That night,
we lost sight of each other.

That night he started
following me

and looking for me everywhere.

Jeanne.

Tomorrow
he won't believe this happened.

And if the photo were to
appear... How awful.

Come on. Let's go.

SCANDAL IN SWEDEN

"Within a night he ruins
his career and his family"

- Did you ever see him again?
- His wife divorced him.

And I can't stand ex-lovers
who turn to drinking.

Even if despair drives
them to it?

That's none of my business.

If you give me absolution,

God will be angry at you,
don't you think?

Jeanne, you should never
speak of God.

I'm sorry. It's a nasty habit.

You purposely caused harm
to that man. You're a coward.

Here you go, preaching again.

Personally, I thought
it was very brave of me.

You seem to despise me suddenly.

Do you? Really?

What I think of you is
my business.

Did you see that man again?

Was he the one you killed?

I'll get it, Mom.

Let me come in.

Don't you have a kiss for me?

I'd like to talk to you.

You didn't answer my letters.

Catherine.

When I phone,
they say you're not home.

- Can I talk to you?
- No.

You have...
You have nothing to say to me?

Go away.

More champagne.

Owning property is a theft.

Excuse me, but I think property
is the individual's sole defense

against society and state...

- A brandy.
- There is liberty in France.

- Ah, liberty...
- A brandy, I said.

You speak of deputies,
but prefer to spend your time

drinking champagne.
I see you're a connoisseur.

You are the sun.

I am the moon.
Let's sing it together.

You've got to shake it.
Shake it.

- I asked for a brandy.
- No, mister.

- A brandy.
- Don't even start.

We told you yesterday
not to come back.

But I have money.
Look. Tonight, I have money.

Even if I had no money,
she would pay.

She will pay. She will pay.

She will pay.

She will pay.

You have to shake it. Shake it.

Do you hear me? You will pay.

Do you hear me? I said you will
pay and you will pay dearly.

You will pay.

Jeanne.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Is he bothering you?

Don't leave. Listen to me.
- Thank you.

Stay here. Stay here.

Stay here, Jeanne. Stay.

- Louis Prevost.
- Thank you.

That man was following me.
I was so scared.

- Do you know him?
- I don't think so.

This is Clara.
She's my third wife.

I'm picking them younger
and younger.

unfortunately, she's always
asleep by ten. Not much fun.

I know we don't know each other,
but still...

Haven't we met somewhere before?

Possibly.
I've been there before.

One day, I asked Louis
what he was buying.

He said, I don't know.

I never see the merchandise.
A businessman does business.

That's it.

And he likes flowers.

Last year, we celebrated
my birthday in Madrid.

It was even worse.

Louis is a bit of a savage.

But I think all men
are that way, aren't they?

No, I was civilized.

Yes, but you're not...

A man?
I was a man in another life.

- What were you talking about?
- Nothing. About horses.

I was saying I bought
Barbarella lll in Deauville...

Oh, sorry. For $350,000.

- Tell me, do you like skiing?
- I love it.

- Do you like Gstaad?
- Yes.

Because I have
just bought myself a chalet.

Was this a long time ago?

Not so long.
Around 400 years ago.

It was wonderful in Spain
back then.

I was rich, noble, brave,
and seduced every woman.

It must have been fascinating.

I was young.
I died when I was 30.

People did die young back then.

Know the story about
the scorpion?

I don't think so.

There once was a parentless
scorpion...

Men today have become
an endangered species.

What a shame. What a burden.

Burden?

Now women have to do
all the work.

- It's true though.
- What a story.

So you're sharing secrets?

May I know?

Clara was saying
you're a bit of a savage.

Absolutely true.
Will you excuse me?

That's how savages behave?

I'm terribly frightened.

You are strong,
mean and horrible.

A cannibal.

That too?

One day, I'll eat you.
I just love French cuisine.

Clara.

Aren't you ashamed?

She wouldn't dare.

You are such a man.

Louis, I have decided
to accept your invitation.

I'm coming to London
with you and Clara.

But we won't go by plane,
we will take the ferry.

- The ferry?
- Yes, it's a fancy I have.

- Were you sleeping?
- As you can see.

And you? Are you sleepwalking?

I am in my bed dreaming
about you.

Don't forget you are dreaming,
Louis.

- And if I were to wake up?
- Not now. A little later.

You'll see.
I just love living in London.

Good night.

Aren't you sleepy? Me either.
You know what we're going to do?

He's a pedophile.

Did you hurt yourself?

No Coke. No barley water.
There's nothing on this tub.

Here.

Try to be sexy
with your shitkickers.

Breaking and entering.
What's the penalty?

- Is this your first crime?
- Yes.

Here you go. You'll fall
in the category

of extenuating circumstances.

Be erotic...

Isn't what I'm doing
erotic enough for you?

Oh, that's not bad either.

Good background. Great stride.
And a real dream in bed.

Been after me since Paris.
I almost had her on the ferry,

but I was too exhausted.
I prefer big beds anyhow.

- Tonight?
- Maybe.

- The photo's blurry.
- My wife took it. She moved.

Madame isn't answering.

- I am not answering.
- Now you understand.

Clara.

Jeanne, was this
little m�nage � trois your idea?

Do you know this will be
a first for us?

- What's he saying?
- I don't know.

I'm not against the idea.

On the contrary.
I think it's a great idea.

You think we should?

You're not chickening out,
are you?

You all right?

Ladies...

- What are you doing?
- We're getting dressed.

- Where are you going?
- We're going for a walk.

What are you doing dressed
like that?

What were you thinking?
Are you coming?

You bitch.

- Louis, we're going out.
- Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off.

You are revolting, Louis.
I knew it.

The first time
I laid eyes on you,

I saw you were revolting
and ridiculous.

Bitch.

How could you possibly think
for a second

that I was interested in you?

You didn't understand that it was
all a matter of possessing you.

That's all it was.
To possess you through Clara.

You didn't understand that.

Go ahead. Go on.
Are you a man or a mouse?

You slut.

Don't worry, Prevost.
She's all yours.

Gentlemen.

Not bad.

And you, my cousin.
Have you ever hit a woman?

Not with these hands.

You made a fool of a man
through his wife.

You made him look ridiculous.

Maybe you're the one
who drove him to be revolting.

No, he already was.

I was just making sure.

Why do you always seek
to discover

the most vile aspects
of everyone?

Why show them their weaknesses?

That is the real sin, Jeanne.
It's worse than murder.

I can't win with you.
For once, I did a good deed.

I ridicule some jerk and you
judge me. It's discouraging.

I don't feel like admitting
my real crime now.

- You locked the door?
- Yes.

- Give me the key.
- No.

Come and get it.
Don't be scared.

I'm only a woman.

I'm not scared.

Men are all cowards.
So are you, Paul.

You're backing away
from me now.

Jeanne, stop playing.
Be careful.

Give me the key.

Get out.

You are a monster.

A monster? Yes, that's true.

I have done many
horrible things.

If I wrote a book of memoirs,
it would be censored.

It would be a thick book.
And a long one.

With adventures that are
totally inane, but true.

If only you knew...

I seduced all of you, Paul.
Every one of you.

Now I'd like to throw you all
into the Seine

and let her carry you away
with my memories.

Jeanne.

Did you kill someone?
Yes or no?

Yes, I think so.

No, I'm sure of it.

It was bound to happen. And it
could only have happened to me.

Did you sleep with him?

No.

Good.
We're making progress.

And yet he loves me.
He has loved me for a long time.

And you turned him down. Why?

The more I know men,
the higher the price.

- Which price is that?
- Mine.

I am becoming exorbitant.

There you go.
You're talking like a...

Like a whore?

On the contrary, girlfriend.

Why don't you go pay the bill
instead of talking shit.

- Another?
- Yes.

- What do you want?
- Whatever you want.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

Do you want us
to make love here?

Are you ready to give up
everything?

Yes.

- Life?
- Is that all?

That is nothing.

Is that all you want?

I called an ambulance,
but it was too late.

I didn't want him to die.
It was just a game.

I didn't want him to.

- Is this the truth, Jeanne?
- Yes.

I didn't want him to die.

Please, Paul. I am begging you.

Don't leave me. I'm despicable.

- I'm scared.
- What are you scared of?

Will I be punished?

I don't know.
I'm not the judge.

I don't want to be weak.
Even if I lied.

Even if I murdered.

Even if I love you.

Jeanne.

I've been waiting for you.
What are you looking for?

Dough. I gave it all to
the cabby. Pay for me, will you?

Listen, I saw him around
your place again yesterday.

It's the third time I've seen him.

He has a right to walk around.

- Be careful.
- Of what?

I don't know. You have to...

There he is. Don't move.

It's Pierre.

He's calling you. Don't go.

- I'm going.
- Are you mad?

What did he want?

A meeting... Tomorrow at 9 a.m.

Where? Here?

No. Where I know.
Where you know.

You won't go.

I have to. I swore.

You won't go. You're lying.

I almost never lie.

You're crazy.

Don't go. He'll kill you.

He's a ghost.
I don't believe in ghosts.

So why are you going?

It's life.
C'est la vie...

You know what men are? No?

They are...

...out of style.

"What about you, Jeanne?"
Out of style, me, not really.

Good job, Jeanne.
High honors.

You hate men.

You're mistaken.
You're gravely mistaken.

I hope some day you'll tell me.

I don't think so.
It's too complicated.

Let's snap out of it.
Got a cigarette?

Thank you.

I can't recognize anything.
Where's the house?

Over there. Look.

You see? I came.

It smells like gas around here.

You drinking unleaded now?

This is hell.

You are going to burn.
In the flames.

You are going to burn.

- Speak.
- Of what?

Speak.

The time has come, Jeanne.

Look.

Go ahead. Burn.
Burn it all down.

Dare to do something.
You don't frighten me.

You are repulsive.
You are broken.

You're finished. Finished!
And I don't care.

I'm sick of you.
Of all of you. Of everything.

You're drunk.

Revenge.

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IT'S A NASTY TALE ABOUT
MY FAVORITE KIND OF GHOULS,

DREAD HEADS.

I CALL IT...

CAME THE DAWN.

CAME THE DAWN

YOU CAN'T FOOL ME
WITH YOUR BOY SCOUT SMILE.

I KNOW EXACTLY
WHAT YOU'RE DOING,

AND I'M NOT GONNA DO
A THING TO STOP YOU.

RIGHT NOW YOU'RE UNDRESSING
ME WITH YOUR EYES,

AREN'T YOU?

WOULDN'T IT BE MORE FUN

TO DO IT WITH YOUR HANDS?

HOLD THAT THOUGHT

WHILE I GO
TO THE LADIES' ROOM.

THEN WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE.

OH--OH, MY GOD! OH!

OH, MY GOD,
YOU'RE SO...

SO...BIG!

NO.

OH, MY GOD!

OH, MY GOD!

OH, MY GOD! YOU'RE SO...

SO--

YOU'RE SO--

YOU'RE SO...

EXCUSE ME.

THERE'S SOMEBODY IN HERE.

HELLO?

IT'S OCUPADO.

COULD YOU TURN
THE LIGHT BACK ON, PLEASE?

HELLO?

THERE'S SOMEBODY IN HERE.

WHAT ARE YOU,
FUCKIN' DEAF?

AAH!

HI. THIS IS JOANNA.

I'M OUT, BUT I'D REALLY
LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.

SO PLEASE LEAVE
A MESSAGE...

THAT IS, UNLESS
IT'S YOU, ROGER.

IN WHICH CASE,
DON'T LEAVE A MESSAGE--

JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE,
YOU BASTARD.

HI. IT'S ROGER.

I WISH YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE
MESSAGES LIKE THAT

FOR EVERYBODY
IN THE WORLD TO HEAR.

I'M ON MY WAY UP
TO THE CABIN,

AND FRANKLY,
I'M BORED STIFF
WITHOUT YOU.

I KNOW I HAVEN'T BEEN
A VERY GOOD BOY LATELY,

BUT, YOU KNOW, I WAS HOPING
YOU COULD COME UP HERE,

AND WE COULD
KINDA WORK THINGS OU--

DAMN IT!

WHORE!

HEY!

DAMN IT!

JESUS.

MISS, CAN
I HELP YOU?

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG
WITH THIS STUPID TRUCK.

WHAT A NIGHT TO BREAK DOWN.

I WISH I COULD
HELP YOU,

I DON'T KNOW
ANYTHING ABOUT CARS.

DO YOU WANT
TO GET IN HERE
AND WARM UP,

AND I'LL CALL
A MECHANIC FOR YOU?

YEAH.

THANKS.

SURE.

NICE CAR.

THANK YOU.

HERE.
PUT THIS ON.

THANK YOU.

OH. UH...

I DON'T WANT
TO GET IT WET.

OH, I'M
NOT WORRIED.

UH, YOU KNOW,
I REALLY DON'T THINK
THERE'S GOING TO BE

A GARAGE OPEN
THIS TIME OF NIGHT.

DO YOU WANT ME
TO TAKE YOU BACK
TO WHERE YOU LIVE?

IF YOU FEEL LIKE
DRIVING ALL THE WAY
INTO THE CITY.

THAT'S WHERE I LIVE.

DAMN.

DO YOU KNOW WHERE
THE BUS LEAVES
AROUND HERE?

YEAH, AS A MATTER
OF FACT, I DO.

THE LAST ONE LEFT
A FEW HOURS AGO.

THIS JUST REALLY ISN'T
YOUR NIGHT, IS IT?

NO.

THE INN ISN'T FAR
FROM HERE.

DO YOU WANT ME
TO CALL AND
BOOK YOU A ROOM?

NO...NO, I COULDN'T
AFFORD IT.

BUT, HEY, THANKS A LOT
FOR TRYING, REALLY.

I'LL JUST SLEEP
IN MY TRUCK TONIGHT,

AND I'LL JUST GET SOME
HELP IN THE MORNING, OK?

OH, NO! LOOK.

ACTUALLY--

NOW I'M NOT TRYING
TO BE FORWARD
OR ANYTHING--

BUT MY...

CABIN'S PRETTY LARGE.

I'D BE GRATEFUL
FOR THE COMPANY,
ACTUALLY.

YOU SURE?

YEAH. I'M POSITIVE.

ALL RIGHT.

MY NAME IS ROGER,
BY THE WAY.

WHAT'S YOURS?

NORMA.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

NO.

THAT'S INCREDIBLE.

LISTEN TO THIS.

YEAH, SO?

THIS HAS GOT
TO MEAN SOMETHING.

IT'S NORMA,
THE DRUID PRIESTESS.

IT'S ONE OF THE GREATEST
OPERAS IN THE WORLD.

OPERA?

IT'S A PERSONAL
WEAKNESS.

I LIKE TO CURL UP
AT NIGHT WITH A
BOTTLE OF RED WINE,

LISTEN TO OPERA,
AND SOB.

IT'S NOT
A PRETTY SIGHT.

WHAT ARE WE
STOPPING HERE FOR?

WELL, I'M PICKING UP
A FEW THINGS
FOR DINNER.

DO YOU LIKE OYSTERS?

NEVER HAD THEM.

OH, YOU'RE GONNA
LOVE THEM.

I'LL LEAVE THE
HEATER ON FOR YOU.

YEAH, I AGREE.

YEAH, YOU GOTTA DO
SOMETHING ABOUT IT, DAVE.

HEY, ED.

HI, ROG.

ED, DO YOU HAVE
ANY CRISTAL HERE?

YEAH, I DO.

I GOTTA GO, DAVE.
I'LL CALL YOU LATER,
OK? OK, BYE.

YOU BELIEVE THAT,
MY FRIEND DAVE?

SOMEBODY STOLE HIS TRUCK
LAST NIGHT.

YOU'RE KIDDING.

THIS PLACE IS GETTING
WORSE THAN THE CITY.

HEAR ABOUT THAT LADY
THAT GOT KILLED
A FEW NIGHTS BACK?

SOMEBODY GOT KILLED?

YEAH, IN THE
WOMEN'S TOILET OVER
AT THE RESTAURANT.

CHOPPED HER UP
LIKE A ROASTED CHICKEN.

HACKED OFF HER ARMS.

SPLIT HER
UP THE MIDDLE.

JESUS, ED.

STATE BULLS DON'T
GOT A CLUE.

BUNCH OF MORONS.
YOU KNOW WHAT
I THINK?

IT'S THE SAME GUY
WHO TOOK DAVE'S
TRUCK.

I DARE THAT BASTARD
TO COME IN HERE.

I'LL PUT A HOLE IN HIM
THE SIZE OF A BUICK.

THEY'LL HAVE TO TAKE HIM
DOWN TO THE MORGUE
IN A BUCKET.

IS THERE ANYTHING
ELSE THAT YOU NEED?

YEAH, SOME OYSTERS.
YOU HAVE ANY OF THOSE
MALPEQUES LEFT?

YEAH, I GOT
ABOUT A DOZEN.

IT'LL JUST TAKE A SEC
TO WRAP THEM UP.

WHEREABOUTS
DID YOU SAY
THAT TRUCK WAS STOLEN?

ABOUT 5 MILES
DOWN THE ROAD.

ROGER, I'M SORRY ABOUT THE
MESSAGE I LEFT BEFORE.

CAN I TAKE YOU UP
ON YOUR OFFER?

ROGER?

SAY SOMETHING.

SORRY, HON, YOU GOT
THE WRONG PERSON.

THIS IS NORMA,
THE DRUID PRIESTESS.

WHO IS THIS?

SON OF A BITCH.

YES!

OH, SHIT.

OH, JEEZ.

YOU WARMING UP
A LITTLE?

YEAH, STARTING TO.

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG,
BUT OLD ED'S BEEN

HITTING THE MOONSHINE
AGAIN.

COME IN. COME ON IN.
IT'S REALLY COOL.

MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME.

WOW.

WOW, THIS PLACE
IS REALLY
SOMETHING.

THANK YOU.

MIND ME ASKING WHAT
YOU DO FOR A LIVING?

WELL, I IMPORT THINGS,

MAINLY FROM EUROPE--

USED FURNITURE,
OLD KNICK-KNACKS,

BITS OF CANVAS
WITH PAINT ON THEM.

COOL!

OH, YOU LIKE
THE PAINTING?

AHH.
YOU LIKE WEAPONS.

IT SO HAPPENS THAT
THAT AX WAS USED

DURING THE FRENCH
REVOLUTION

TO CHOP OFF HEADS.

REALLY?

CAN I TOUCH IT?

SURE.

SEE ALL THOSE NOTCHES
ON THE HANDLE?

15. ONE FOR EACH
HIT.

IS THIS FOR REAL?

AS FAR AS I KNOW,
IT'S JUST AN AX.

I INHERITED IT
AND MY BUSINESS
FROM MY MOTHER.

HER PHILOSOPHY WAS
YOU ATTACH A STORY
TO EVERY OBJECT,

AND THEN YOU
JACK UP THE PRICE
OF THE OBJECT.

HMMM.

THAT'S MY MOTHER,
BY THE WAY.

IN THE PAINTING.

YOUR MOTHER WAS
SOME PIECE OF WORK, HUH?

SHE WAS.

WHY DON'T YOU
GO UPSTAIRS.

THERE'S A MASTER
SUITE UP THERE.

YOU CAN CHANGE
AND SHOWER.

THERE'S SOME DRESSES
IN THE CLOSET.

ARE YOU MARRIED
OR SOMETHING, ROG?

OH--THE DRESSES
BELONGED TO A WOMAN

WHO IS NO LONGER
PART OF MY LIFE.

WAS SHE
YOUR GIRLFRIEND?

I'D JUST RATHER
NOT TALK ABOUT
THE RELATIONSHIP.

THE IMPORTANT THING
IS THAT IT'S OVER.

OK.

I'LL TAKE A LOOK.

IN THERE?

LYING SON OF A BITCH.

OUT OF YOUR LIFE,
IS SHE?

AS OF WHEN?
A COUPLE OF HOURS AGO?

CHRIST. YOU CAN STILL SMELL
THE PERFUME ON HIM!

MEN!

THEY'RE EITHER
CHEATING ON YOU

OR CHEATING ON SOMEONE ELSE
AND USING YOU TO DO IT.

BUT NOT WITH ME!

AND BOY, ARE YOU IN
FOR A BIG SURPRISE.

FITS OK, HUH?

YEAH.

IF YOU LOOKED
ANY BETTER
IN THAT DRESS,

I WOULDN'T BE ABLE
TO STAND IT.

BUT IT'S NOT
COMPLETE.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

JUST INDULGING
A LITTLE FANTASY.

TURN AROUND.

SURPRISES.

I LOVE SURPRISES.

GIVE ME A HINT.

THIS USED TO BELONG
TO CATHERINE THE GREAT
OF RUSSIA.

AND IT'S NOT CHEAP.

CAN I SEE?
SURE.

OVER HERE.

IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

IT'S ONLY AS BEAUTIFUL
AS THE ONE WHO WEARS IT.

DINNER'S READY.

SO, AFTER NORMA DISCOVERS
THAT HER LOVER POLLIONE

HAS BEEN UNFAITHFUL TO HER,

SHE DECIDES TO COMMIT SUICIDE

BECAUSE SHE'S BROKEN
HER VOW OF CHASTITY.

BUT, AT THE LAST MOMENT,
POLLIONE JOINS HER,

AND TOGETHER THEY WALK
TOWARD THE FUNERAL PYRE

AS THE CURTAIN DROPS.

THAT'S IT?

THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?

THE GUY CHEATS ON HER,
AND SHE KILLS HERSELF?

WELL, SHE--SHE DOESN'T DO IT
BECAUSE OF HIM,

SHE DOES IT BECAUSE
SHE'S BROKEN HER VOW OF--

NO. SHE SHOULD HAVE
TAKEN THE GOLD

AND SPLIT TO PARIS
OR SOMEWHERE.

THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN
A LOT MORE BELIEVABLE.

BUT NOT POETIC.
ALL OPERAS ARE FILLED

WITH LOVESICK MARTYRS
WHO END UP DYING.

THAT'S WHAT
OPERA'S ALL ABOUT.
LOVE AND DEATH.

LOVE AND DEATH.
I LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES I THINK
MY OWN LIFE
IS LIKE AN OPERA...

OR AT LEAST
MY RELATIONSHIPS
WITH WOMEN.

I LIKE STRONG WOMEN.

I LIKE ALL WOMEN.

BUT I SEEM TO BRING OUT
THE WORST IN THEM.

DON'T GET ME WRONG.
I LOVE THEM--

THE WAY THEY LOOK,
THE WAY THEY SMELL,

THE WAY THEY TALK,

THE DEMURE WAY
THEY GO TO THE BATHROOM

WITH THEIR SKIRTS
HIKED UP AROUND
THEIR WAIST.

THE WAY THEY LAUGH.

SO THAT'S ME.

WHAT ABOUT YOU?

LIKE WHAT DO YOU
WANT TO KNOW?

LIKE WHO YOU ARE...

REALLY.

LIKE WHAT YOUR NAME IS.

I KNOW IT'S NOT NORMA.

LIKE WHY DID YOU
STEAL THAT TRUCK?

YOU DID, DIDN'T YOU?

I'M NOT GONNA
TELL ANYONE.

I COULDN'T CARE LESS.

THEN WHY DO
YOU WANT TO KNOW?

IF YOU DON'T WANT
TO TELL ME TRUTH,
THAT'S OK.

NO, I'LL TELL YOU
THE TRUTH.

I CAME UP
HERE LOOKING
FOR MY HUSBAND.

HE TOLD ME HE WAS ON
A FISHING TRIP

WITH HIS BUDDIES
FOR THE WEEKEND,

AND IT TURNS OUT
HE'S SHACKING UP
WITH SOME BIMBO.

WHAT HAPPENED?

I DEALT WITH IT.

SO NOW
I CAN'T GO HOME.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT
I'M GONNA DO.

I UNDERSTAND.

YOU DO?

YOU CAN STAY HERE
AS LONG AS YOU LIKE.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS,
BUT I FEEL THIS...

CONNECTION WITH YOU.

I FEEL IT, TOO.

DON'T TELL ME
YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE GUYS

WHO ALWAYS HAS TO BE
IN CONTROL.

DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU THOUGHT
STRONG WOMEN WERE SEXY?

YEAH, BUT HOW DO I KNOW
YOU'RE NOT GONNA
TIE ME UP AND ROB ME?

OR MAYBE EVEN
SLIT MY THROAT?

WHO KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE
CAPABLE OF?

HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT GONNA
THROW ME OUT IN THE MORNING?

AW, I WOULDN'T DO THAT
TO YOU.

CAN'T WE JUST MAKE LOVE?

SURE WE CAN.

I JUST DON'T WANT YOU
TO TOUCH ME.

UNTIL I'M READY
TO BE TOUCHED.

I DON'T THINK I CAN
WAIT THAT LONG.

SURE YOU CAN.

YOU'RE JUST GONNA
HAVE TO TRUST ME

LIKE YOU WANT ME
TO TRUST YOU.

DON'T YOU THINK
TRUST IS SEXY?

WHAT'S THAT?

WHAT?

THERE'S SOMEBODY
DOWNSTAIRS.

WAIT HERE.

HELLO?

WHO'S THERE?

WHERE IS SHE?

JOANNA!
WHAT ARE YOU
DOING HERE?

WELL, ISN'T THIS SWEET!

DINNER FOR TWO,
CHAMPAGNE FOR TWO,

AND MY COLOR LIPSTICK
ON THE GLASS!

LET ME EXPLAIN!

YOU'VE GOT
SOME LITTLE TROLLOP
IN OUR BED, DON'T YOU?

YOU'D STICK YOUR DICK
IN A SHRUB IF YOU THOUGHT

THERE WAS A RODENT IN IT.

YOU WORTHLESS PIECE
OF SHIT.

I'LL FIX HER ASS
FOR GOOD!

PLEASE. PLEASE.

YOU GOTTA LEAVE.

SHE GETS DANGEROUS
WHEN SHE'S LIKE THIS.

YEAH, WELL,
SO DO I.

PLEASE, PLEASE,
THERE'S NO TIME.

DON'T TOUCH ME!

LET'S GO!

HERE.

GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!

PLEASE JUST LEAVE.
I DON'T WANT YOU
TO GET HURT.

BASTARD.

SHIT.

WHERE IS SHE?

DO I HAVE TO DO TO HER

WHAT I DID TO THE ONE
IN THE RESTAURANT?

CALM DOWN!

COME ON, ROGER!

WHY DO WE HAVE
TO PLAY THESE GAMES?

JOANNA, CALM DOWN.

YOU KNOW I'LL FIND HER!

I WON'T STAND FOR IT.
DINNER FOR TWO!

CHAMPAGNE FOR TWO!

AND MY COLOR LIPSTICK
ON THE GLASS!

YOU'VE GOT SOME
LITTLE TROLLOP IN OUR BED!

YOU'D STICK YOUR DICK
IN A SHRUB

IF YOU THOUGHT THERE WERE
A RODENT IN IT!

YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.

I'LL FIX YOUR ASS FOR GOOD.

SLUTS LIKE YOU
CAN FOOL ROGER,

BUT YOU CAN'T FOOL ME.

OH, MY GOD!
ROGER!

I'M GONNA MAKE YOU LOOK
LIKE THAT BITCH
AT THE RESTAURANT.

I'LL FIX YOUR ASS FOR GOOD!

ROGER IS MINE.

HMM. I KNOW THEY SAY
BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN,

BUT YOU GOTTA ADMIT

REDHEADS REALLY KNOW
HOW TO SWING!

HEH HEH HEH!

SO, 'TIL NEXT TIME,
KIDDIES,

I HOPE YOU'LL EXCUSE ME

BUT I'VE GOT A LITTLE
PRIVATE BUSINESS
TO TAKE CARE OF.

IT'S THE ONLY WAY TO FRY.
HEH HEH HEH!

I'VE ALWAYS WANTED
TO JOIN THE MILE DIE CLUB!

WHOO! WAHOO, OH DEAR!