All language subtitles for la_seduccion_de_inga1971

The name is Inge, Inge Dahlmann.

Remember? You've seen me before.

Three years ago, to be exact.

I was 16 then.

It seems a long time ago.

Today it's a different story.

Inge, going on 19 and at the crossroads.

. .

I get up, get dressed, comb my hair.

Why, I don't know.

I just wait for the day when Carl comes
back to me.

I wonder if that day will ever come.

Carl is the boy I took away from my
older sister.

He was the first and only boy in my
life.

Then and now I loved him and gave myself
to him.

It was a mistake and I know that now.

I have no money and no job.

I'm trapped in this cheap rooming house.

I don't know what's to become of me.

Hey!

Who's that?

A new bird.

Not like the rest of the bangers here.
Come on.

The last one was 70 years old. Fine.

That proves you're popular, my dear.
Want a drink? Why don't you come in?

I think I remember that little girl.

It was somewhere or other.

I saw a man in the hall today.

I'm sure he's a pimp for all the whores
in the building.

He looks familiar.

So what?

If I have met him before, it was long
ago.

I'll certainly not say hello.

I was so young and naive in those days.

I'm not the same girl anymore.

It's best forgotten.

Come in.

I don't want to come in.

I just wanted to ask you, please stop
playing that stupid old guitar.

But it's so early.

A little past nine o'clock.

Don't tell me I woke you up.

No, I wouldn't say that.

Well, then why do you want me to stop
playing? Is it that bad? No, but I...

You see, I was writing and I couldn't
concentrate.

Oh, you're a writer. You mean that's
your work.

Interesting, especially for this place.

My work's not as intellectual as yours,
but it's bread my living is the guitar

and I'm getting ready for an audition on
Friday night So put cotton in your ears

my girl

There's never any peace.

Boys, these stupid little boys.

But why doesn't Carl come back and get
me out of this terrible place?

Wait for me.

I'll be right there.

You're not thinking of her.

She's just a... Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know
her type. Wait for me.

May I come in?

I see your husband hasn't come back yet,
dear.

No, but I had word from him just today.
There are a few things he has to look

after. He's in France.

You see, he has a job there.

Your rent is due really past due.

Are you able to pay it?

I hope so.

Naturally, I'll pay it in a day or two.

But should you find yourself a little
short on money, darling, I know an

excellent way for you to increase your
bank account.

There are certain men I know who are
always interested in the financial

welfare of attractive young girls Many
of them have taken the suggestion and

not been a bit sorry.

I Don't mean that you should make it a
career just temporarily

Yeah. Ah, well, you do know me.

You know me.

Yes, you do.

No.

Don't you remember I tried to screw you
two years ago?

You were scared and ran away.

I remember nothing.

Get out of here. Just go away.

I don't mean to rape you, my dear.

I want to be your friend.

I'd rather think you might be glad to
have one.

I have no coffee or tea to offer you.

But won't you sit down anyway?

Okay, for a minute. I do have to get
back to work.

Isn't it a bit late?

For work?

What kind of work do you do?

You could say I run sort of an agency.

You work for Mrs. Nyberg.

Those horrible girls.

Those poor girls that are always at her
beck and call.

And when you were at Hamburg, didn't you
run away with Karl Nister?

And did you get married?

Mrs. Nyberg thinks so, but we never did.

Three weeks ago, he went away to find a
job.

So we could get married.

Not a word since, not a word.

He's walked out on me.

I don't know. I don't know why he's
walked out on me. What shall I do? Don't

worry. We'll think of something.

What you need is a job.

I need more than a job.

Another lonely, sleepless night.

I wonder where Carl is tonight.

Is he with another girl?

Oh, Carl.

We had something together.

What happened to it?

Sometimes you were cruel.

But I'd forgive you if only you'd come
back.

I need your touch, your closeness.

It's unbearable having no one.

I still remember the first time.

The first time for both of us.

It was so wonderful.

I need you, Carl. I need you.

Where did we lose each other?

You were everything that mattered to me.

Are you a lost memory?

This city is so cold and frightening.

Why did Carl make me move here?

And without a penny.

Oh, that boy again. He thinks he's
important.

He plays well, though. At least he has a
feeling for something.

Maybe he has a girl in there with him.

What do I care?

I was looking for a job.

Well, I think I found one for you.

Hello. Hi.

Let me introduce you. This is Stig
Tilstrom, and this is Inge Dorn.

Hello.

Hello.

Well, I see you like my little car.

Would you like me to take you for a
ride?

Oh, I'd love it.

I hope you had no objections.

Objections? But drive carefully now.

Why couldn't I fall in love with a man
like this?

Successful, mature, sophisticated,
probably kind.

He's not exactly handsome, but he has a
nice smile.

Thank you so much for a really beautiful
day.

If it's all right with you, we'll start
working the book tomorrow morning.

I'll pick you up at nine o'clock then.

All right.

Should you want to get in touch with me,
I'm in apartment 23, just in case you

need me.

For you.

Just a little something in advance.

thank you thank you

Now that was worth 500 or more, my dear.

Give the performers a little drink.

Thank God they've earned it.

Hey, I was on my way up to you.

Did you get the job?

Yeah, I did. I start tomorrow morning.

Look in advance.

He's a perfectly wonderful man. Well, I
was sure you'd like him.

Here.

And what's that for?

Oh, it's a rent.

Will you please give it to Mrs. Nyberg
for me? If that woman ever knew I'd

helped you, I'd be castrated.

You screw up your courage and bring it
to yourself.

All right, I will.

Yes, please.

May I speak to Mrs. Nyberg, please?

Won't you come in?

My dear, this little Miss Diamond.

Come in, have a drink.

Come, baby, don't be afraid. I won't
mind. Look, Fogg, no hands.

No, thank you.

Here.

What's that?

My rent.

How the hell did you get picked up so
fast?

I've got a job.

Damn it!

Who gave that girl all that lousy money?

I must tell you, the place where I work
is very private. You're the first person

I've ever taken there.

Can you keep a secret?

It's wonderful.

Fabulous.

I hope you'll be happy here.

I will. It's so peaceful.

This is yours.

It's good for either the front door or
the back door.

Yeah.

Now for that unavoidable moment when a
writer starts work.

You can sit over there.

Well, I want you to be comfortable.

Yeah.

I guess I'd better familiarize you with
my story.

Yeah, the story of my book is called
Obsession.

It's quite a sensuous story about an
older man who is desperately obsessed

by a girl who's young enough to be his
daughter.

What a car. Great.

Yeah, all my bosses.

Ah. Can I help you with that? Mm-hmm.

New coat. It's beautiful.

I'm working at a club now.

Would you care to be my guest tonight?

I'd love you to be there.

Oh, well, I must get some sleep.

I'm a working girl now.

Night. See you tomorrow.

Good night. Shalom.

You're very courageous, letting me drive
your beautiful car.

I trust you. Thank you, sir.

Oh, please drop me, sir.

Call me Steve.

Forgive me, Steak.

It was wrong to do that.

You were right to do just that.

I've been wanting to kiss you for days.

Why should you be ashamed?

you so, Steve.

I want you so.

You want me?

Do something for me.

Wear this gown with nothing under it.

I want to see you in it Yes,

but it's so short, I mean it's too short
to wear without panties no

Inga, I want to tell you something.

After my divorce, eight years ago, I
traveled all over the world.

The Orient, America. I wanted to do
research on a new novel.

I'd always had it in mind.

And then I went back to Sweden.

I met a pretty girl.

Much younger than I.

Like you.

seemed to be on Earth that tormented me.

Always a little out of reach. I had to
have her. She became an obsession.

She came to live with me. And for six
months, we were very happy.

Then, without warning, she disappeared.

I searched everywhere. Nobody knew
anything.

She'd vanished.

She'd vanished without a trace.

I've been alone ever since.

Until you came to me.

Sorry, Steak.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I'm not.

I have you now.

You're all I'll ever want.

Whatever I felt for Greta was just a bad
dream.

What? What's wrong, Steak?

What?

I was thinking I'm very old.

You're not an old man.

But you're so young.

I could be your father.

You're a man, aren't you?

I a woman.

What difference does age make to us,
Steve?

If you like it, this one is yours, too.

Will you put it on now?

Without the...

If

it's...

Aren't you planning to work today?

I got to work, naturally.

I'd forgotten where we were.

Where were we?

You said that the old teacher was
getting very jealous, very possessive of

Stella. Oh, that's right.

He'd get to the point where he couldn't
control his emotions.

He saw the way the handsome young man
stared at Stella on the street.

And he sensed that she was attracted to
them.

He felt as though youth were defeating
him at every turn. And without Stella's

love and devotion, he would surely be
destroyed.

He was obsessed.

He was obsessed.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, he
would awaken me, and no matter how tired

I was, I could never refuse him.

Our sexual appetites were so closely
attuned.

I didn't miss being with people of my
own age.

I did think about it, of course.

Especially of Rolf, for some strange
reason.

So you finally know I'm alive, do you?

I've had my eye on you.

Thanks for waiting for me.

No thanks necessary.

Aren't you inviting me inside?

No, I'm beat tonight.

Another time then?

We'll see.

I'll wait then.

It's from my editor.

I must meet him in New York tomorrow.

We have to have a conference on my book.

I don't know how long I'll be gone.

I'll miss you terribly.

I'll write you every day.

You can stay here.

I really wish you would.

So, I'd better go and pack.

I waited three weeks and not one word
from Steak. The same situation as with

Carl. I couldn't bear it.

I had to get out of this place.

Hey.

Hey. What are you doing?

I'm looking for a job again.

I'm working steady at the Little Buck.
You been there?

No. I wish you'd come and listen to me
sometime.

Oh, I'd enjoy it.

I'm glad you would.

Have you had lunch?

No. Neither have I.

But I have money enough for hot dogs for
the two of us.

Can I interest you in being my guest?

Mm-hmm. Come on, then.

Two hot dogs. Yeah, thank you.

Mustard? Ketchup? Mustard.

Ja.

Let's sit down a minute.

Okay.

I'd like it a lot if you came

to the club tomorrow night.

I mean...

As my guest.

You can sit at a table with Hedy while
we're playing.

She's really very nice.

You know, I do have a boyfriend.

He's away in New York now.

But we're engaged.

Glad you told me.

Now I'll tell you I'm crazy about you.

I'm sorry if that upsets you, Inga.

It doesn't. Don't worry.

Do you know her? She keeps staring.

No.

Who is she? She's here all the time. Her
name is Prate.

Prate.

Tomorrow we try out the new mic. All
right. And this time we won't be

satisfied with just anything.

Good idea. Fine.

I think they're getting an engineer in.

About time. The whole speaker system
needs overhauling.

They can't skimp on the sound.

Yeah.

Well, see you tomorrow.

Night. Night.

Hey. Hey.

You still awake?

Yeah, I feel sort of restless.

I'm still excited from the wonderful
evening.

There's a little wine inside.

Maybe it'll relax you a little.

Mm-hmm.

Ta-ra-ra.

Ta-da!

Ralph, there's something I want to tell
you.

It's about that man.

I don't want any secrets between us.

Hey, now don't.

I really wish you wouldn't.

It's a wonderful place And it means
something special to me Look at

the way that she smiles When she sees me
How lucky can one fellow be

She's just my kind of girl She makes me
define

Who could ever believe That she

would be mine

And if she ever leaves me, what could I
do?

What could I do?

And when we go for a walk in the park
and she holds me and squeezes my hand,

we'll go on walking for hours and
talking about all the things that we

planned.

She's just my kind of girl. She makes me
feel fine.

Who could ever believe that she would be
mine?

She's just my kind of girl.

I'm so glad you came. I wanted to come
tonight.

Now that we slept together, I want you
to know something funny.

How

about

our dance, Rolf? You promised me.

A little bit later.

Rolf?

I want to talk to you about something.

It's personal. Can we be alone?

I wanted to talk about us.

I'm desperately trying to fight the way
I feel.

Please forgive me, Ralph.

I'm falling in love with you. I mustn't.

There was once a boy, something like
you.

I was in love with him and he hurt me
terribly. I don't want to get involved

again.

Ralph!

Please don't do this to me.

Rolf. You damn well better get this
straight.

You're not just another little tramp to
me. You're something special.

You're the only woman I've ever wanted
since the first day you rapped on my

door. Because, Inga, I'm honest. I don't
fool around.

Didn't you hear me playing my song?

Look, here's my guitar.

See?

I wrote that song for you, me and my
guitar.

The strings of my heart are in this
guitar.

Dear Rolf, forgive me.

I should never have let our relationship
go as far as it has.

You're a good, wonderful boy and you
deserve more than I can offer.

I'm no good for you, Rolf. I would only
mess up your life as I have my own.

The best thing I can do is stay away
from you.

Be happy and forget about me.

Love, Inga.

Inga dear, return Friday 4.30 p.m. Miss
you so. Meet me at airport with car.

Love, Stieg.

The door was open. An invitation, Wolf?

Thank you.

So this is the famous place.

Famous? That's not true.

Yes, it is, dear.

He hasn't mentioned me, I guess.

My name is Greta.

He told me all about you.

It's fantastic.

He made me wear my dresses without
underthings.

It must be a fetish.

But the dresses are mine.

I've still got most of them. They're
tasteless. I never wore them afterwards.

His particular sexual fantasies don't
appeal to everybody.

But I surely learned all his tricks.

Shall I teach them to you?

But why give away my secrets?

Good luck.

What do I care about your secrets? I
know he loves me.

You treated him miserably.

Like filth. Filz, Greta, please go away.

Introducing Greta Tilstrom.

Yes, I'm Greta Tilstrom, as in Stieg
Tilstrom.

Oh, I'm so sorry he didn't tell you
after all.

I'm his daughter.

His own flesh and blood seemed to appeal
to him.

I was forced to become his bed partner.

And you love my father.

He swore he was in love with me.

Isn't that a pity, Inga? He's old enough
to be your grandfather.

He needs me, I'm sure.

Very romantic, but dear.

Well, it's me in bed with him.

Each time he makes love to little Inga.

We'll see what happens when he sees the
real Greta again. No substitute.

We'll see how much he needs you.

Listen, should I grow tired of him
again, I might keep him back.

So don't go away.

I wake you up.

How are you? Haven't seen you lately.

I'm fine, thank you.

Listen, can you do me a little favor?

Yeah, of course.

Stig is flying in at 4.30 tomorrow.

I'll be busy.

You know Greta, don't you? Will you ask
her to pick him up?

Yeah, but is something wrong?

Not at all.

I'm going out of town.

Ah, I see.

Here. The car's downstairs.

Thank you, Lothar.

Hey. Hey.

Still shocked I'm here.

I can't get over your being at the
airport.

Well, how did you get my car?

Oh, that's for me to know.

And you to find out.

You really don't look so glad to see
your daughter.

It would be best for both of us if you
left this very minute.

Are you afraid Inga might come in and
find me here?

My papa, you used to beg me to stay.

You're changed.

How very ugly you make it sound.

You know damn well that I didn't know
who you were.

You know I hadn't seen you for years.

You didn't know at first, daddy.

But then, it didn't make any difference.

A piece of us.

The greatest you ever had.

What do you want?

I'll give you anything.

Anything?

You don't know how very deeply I feel
about her.

I beg you, Greta.

What is it?

I thought I heard a noise.

It must have been imagination.

Look what I brought for you.

The dress you used to like me to wear.

For old time's sake, Papa.

Don't.

Dad!

Inga, what's wrong?

The villa. I was there when you got
home.

I saw you and Greta.

Me and Greta?

I suppose she told you a lot of lies.

She's always had wild fantasies. She's
mad.

She makes things up.

Well, she didn't make this one up.

I was there. I saw you.

I saw everything you and Greta did,
Stieg.

Inga.

Inga.

I love you, you understand.

Try to forget it. Listen to me.

Let me try to explain at least.

Listen, I can explain it.

You...

I saw everything that you and Greta did,
Steve.

My papa, he used to beg me to stay.

I was there.

I was there.

I was there.

You didn't know at first, but then it
didn't make any difference.

I saw you.

I saw you. I saw you.

Papa.

Papa. Papa.

Inga.

Inga, open the door. Let me talk to you.

Go away, will you?

I don't want you to see anyone.

Go away.

Listen to me, just for a moment.

In two days, I start a new job in
Copenhagen.

I'd like you to come with me.

I wish you would.

It wouldn't work out.

I'm sorry.

Well, I leave in a few hours.

At least see me off.

I'd be so happy if you would.

Anyway, Inga, remember one thing.

You're my kind of girl.

I just buried my poor father.

You didn't even have the decency to be
at the funeral.

Or are you too ashamed of what you did?

I couldn't.

How dare you wear that dress?

It's mine! Take it off! No!

Take it off, you rotten little...

Kill everything you touch. You guys are
dead.

I'll fix that pretty face of yours.

Nobody, nobody will ever look at you
again.

You don't deserve to live.

Thank you.

Inga?

I love you.

How can anybody love me?

I'd destroy everything.

Whatever you did doesn't matter to me
any longer.

But you said it was my fault.

Okay, so he's gone.

He's dead and buried and we're all
better off.

He can never touch us again.

With his filthy mouth, his groping
hands, his disgusting body.

So he's gone.

Gone, isn't he?

Thank God I'll never have to see that
leering face again.

We'll go away together.

Inga, forget all this.

I'll pick you up at 10 o'clock.

Last call, last chance.

Last train for Copenhagen.

Express to a new life.

Last call for Copenhagen.

Express to Inga.

Right or wrong, I do love the guy.

So I'm taking another chance.

I hope it works. If not, I may be back.

Who knows?

What could I do?

And when we go for a walk in the park
and she holds me and squeezes my hand,

we'll go on