All language subtitles for Tis Pity Shes a Whore (1971) EN

GOODBYE, CRUEL BROTHER

Freely adapted from the play by
John Ford, "'Tis Pity She's a Whore"

There's no more to say.

I've drained the burden weighing
on my soul...

laid bare the depths of my
thoughts... and my head.

For three days,
I've torn my flesh...

at night, I've fled through the streets,
pursued by a question that torments me.

It's like... a sword that
has pierced me through.

I am undone. I couldn't keep it
in any longer. I had to tell someone.

Why am only I...
forbidden to do that...

which is granted
to all other men?

To love.

Who's that boy?

It's your brother, Giovanni...

your brother Giovanni,
back from his studies in Bologna.

Don't say that we have
the same father,

that Annabella and I came
from the same womb.

Of course we have the same blood,
for we were begotten by the same love.

Are we not for this very reason...

even closer bound by nature,
by the ties of blood, by reason?

Does not even religion...

In the words that you hear and repeat...

from morning till night...

does it not tell us, perhaps,
this same religion...

that we are a single being forever -
one soul, one flesh,

one love, one head...
one all?

Shut up. You are lost.
What's become of you?

Why have you changed so much?

Until a few months ago, in Bologna,
you were calm and quiet.

Bologna was Bologna.

A few months ago may as well
be an eternity ago.

What is this madness? She's your sister!
Don't you know what that means?

My sister...?
I don't know her.

What I know now is a woman.

Have you seen her?
A goddess, before whom I must kneel.

But why must a common term...

like that of being called brother and sister
stand as an obstacle...

between my eternal
happiness and myself? Tell me!

But this is blasphemy!

Listen, Giovanni...

go home. Lock yourself into
your room...

fall to your knees on the floor.
Weep...

chastise yourself...

while I pray for you here.

Do this for seven days.

Then, if you still have this
hell inside of you, return to me.

I'll do it, but if it comes to nothing,
I'll follow my fate as my only god.

This is the shadow of a man,

an unhappy creature, wild with grief.
It's not my brother.

But why do you care so much?

Your brother is mistaken...
he's no different from the others.

He'll fall madly for some girl, and then
forget about her three days later.

What if she were the right girl?

She wouldn't let herself
be forgotten.

Listen to her!

What do you know about whether
a man's right for a woman or not?

You don't understand anything,
you don't notice anything.

You don't even notice all the men
following along behind you!

You'll be in bed one night, and they'll come and
carry you off, bed, blankets and all!

Admirers, acts of chivalry, marriage proposals -
these things mean nothing to me.

That's your biggest mistake:
make the most ofthem all.

Many ofthe finest ladies in Italy
don't have the suitors that you have.

I don't understand -
you're rich, young and beautiful.

You are one ofthe best
catches in Italy.

But beware...
get a husband that's a real man.

A man who's rough and ready...

Because only then do marriages work out.

Military men - not wonh considering.
They're all useless...

Well, perhaps 1 in 20 is a good one.

But, my dear, get them in bed and
you'll need a miracle or a pulley...

to get them to 'stand up'.

There is one man I know who's
right for you. Just one...

- he's impoflant, a man of propefiy.
- Then he's not for me.

I believe he'd be perfect for you.

He's an impoflant young man.
Do you understand? Impofiant!

He is noble and rich;
that's impoflant too.

He has wealth, health and,
most impoflant of all,

he's masculine!

Such a man will always
be ready in the bedroom.

Indeed? And how is it that a miracle
such as this hasn't yet been snatched up?

You needn't laugh. In my opinion,
you're a perfect match. Made for each other.

He is... Senor Soranzo.

Who do you think you are?

You think you're impoflant,
just because now you're wearing a robe?

Be careful what you say, Soranzo...

this time it will not be so easy.
I'll split your head open!

So he's learned to show his teeth!
Bravo!

But for me,
you're still the stable boy.

Four times I have sent for you,
Your Eminence...

why didn't you come?

Return to the monastery now.

You have come at the right time,
Giovanni.

What ifthis monk is only
a stable boy in disguise?

We are friends, right?
And this matter concerns all three of us.

What's your sister doing, Giovanni?

Has she forgotten me?

What's the matter with that
father of yours, and you too?

You won't find a better match for her,

and I love her... and desire her.

And you, Your Eminence, get going!
Pay her a visit in your official capacity!

You monks, you need the devil
to convince the poor Christians.

Hypocrisy is your strong point -
perhaps you'll help my suit.

Or perhaps Giovanni doesn't want me
as a brother-in-Iaw?

Well, you'd better get used to it, because one
day soon, that's what I'll be.

Don't you see that mere custom decrees
it legitimate for my sister...

to end up in the arms
of this beast?

To be contaminated by the likes
of such an animal!

So, just because I'm her blood-brother,
my joys are forever to be banned from her bed?

Is it right that he can take her to bed,
love or no love, to do with her as he will?

To his bed, yes.
To yours, no.

In that case, if you tell me that's
the way it must be... then leave me alone.

I do not want to see anyone anymore.

Ifl am a monster, then let me die
in the darkest pit that exists!

Ha! In there, from now on, will be my
blind universe, the only one suited to me,

brighter and fuller of stars
than all your heavens!

Giovanni!

Giovanni!

Bonnaventura!
What are you doing?

Giovanni!

This is not the penance asked of you.

You must live.
You have the right to live.

Come, Giovanni!
In the name of God, answer me!

Lost... I 'm lost.

The more I fight myself,
the more I love.

I see now that my
ruin is certain.

Everything that reason
and will could do...

to heal my wounds, my loneliness and
my suffering, I've tried.

It's useless;
it's still the same.

Either speak or explode...

I now know it's not my desire
that drives me, but my fate.

Give me your hand.

Let's take a little walk -
do you mind?

Why would I mind?

There's no one here.

We two, alone.

Where have you been all this
time? I haven't seen you.

How are you?

Well.

I'm sick...
sick to death.

You're joking.

I think you love me.

- Of course: you know I do.
- Of course I know.

- You're very beautiful.
- I see you have a merry sickness!

Annabella, this is no time forjests.

Here - take this. Strike here.
Strike home!

Rip open this breast...

and you will find a heart wherein is written
a truth that I lack the courage to utter.

Come! Strike!

Why should I?

- Are you capable of loving?
- Loving whom?

Me.

Annabella, I am finished...

my love for you, my sister, has troubled
the harmony of my dreams, and my life.

Why do not you strike?

I'd rather kill myself.

Is it true?

You cannot imagine the
agonies I have suffered.

I tried to supress the hell
hidden inside of me...

I cursed my fate; fought against a thousand
reasons for my love, but all in vain.

There is no escape for me.

Either you must love me,
orl must die.

- But Giovanni, you are my brother.
- I feel I love you all the more for that.

Head, blood, the same head,
the same blood...

I know my fate is sealed.

Must I live or die?

Live.

For your every sigh, for every tear
you have shed...

I have shed one hundred.

And not so much because I loved my brother,
but because I dared not tell him I loved him...

hardly dared even think it.

Come.

Swear, on the grave of our
mother, that you are not lying...

that you are not
teasing me.

Love me or kill me,
brother.

Swear, on the grave of our
mother, that you are not lying...

that you are not
teasing me.

Love me or kill me,
sister.

Is it the truth?

It's the truth.

You swear it?

I swear.

- Are you not ashamed?
- No.

I would be ashamed, ifthere was someone else
in your place and not you, my brother.

Don't call me 'brother';
call me 'love'.

I wonder why girls consider this useless trinket
called virginity such a great loss,

when, upon losing it,
a greaterjewel is obtained.

When nothing is lost... and you've
remained the same.

You can talk;
you've won without fighting.

I'd like to tell everyone...

ifthe world had ears to hear
and the head to understand.

The world doesn't exist.
Kiss me, brother, kiss me.

Don't call me 'brother'...

call me 'love'.

Come quietly.

Look, it's father.

It's time to put things in order here.

There's too much confusion.
Look, even the dogs are loose.

What are you waiting for?
For everything to fall apafi?

To go to rack and ruin?

The garden is difiy and poorly maintained,
the fields aren't what they used to be...

everyone does as he pleases.

You know what I want:
everyone must do their pad...

the way it should be done!

Nobody obeys me here.

Shame on you - you don't pay attention
to what's happening. It's your fault.

And I don't like the way
things are going in my family.

Away with you!

My children: witless, both ofthem!

Look at this...

Giovanni disappears from home for days, hiding at
the monastery and not telling anybody anything.

I hope that fool of a monk Buenaventura
isn't putting silly ideas into his head.

In my opinion,
he's thinking about other things...

than becoming a monk.

He'd much rather be in bed with some girl,
than praying in the monastery.

Annabella.

He's more interested in being
a man than a monk.

What do you know?
How do you know?

- Like father, like...
- Watch your tongue!

Don't you think you're
exaggerating a little?

Keep to your place and don't
ever forget who you are.

- Ah, you're home!
- And why shouldn't I be?

I remembered that nowhere else could
I find the beauty that our house contains!

Ah! I see you're beginning to come
to your senses...

if nobody else, at least you.

Where's your sister? Go and get her;
I need to talk to her.

Ah, there you are!

My two true treasures, both here.

Don't you think it's time you made up your mind?
Leave us alone for a moment, please.

You know what I'm talking about...

you've received 10 marriage proposals
and you've rejected them all.

Heaven knows what's going
on in your head.

You act as if you were weaned
only three days ago.

Don't you realise that you are a woman now,
and that you need a husband?

I have found one for you...
young... rich...

handsome...

in shod, the best there is.

Where have you put the ring your
mother left you in her will?

She said it was for you to
give to your husband.

My brother took it this morning.
He said he wanted to wear it today.

This is a present for you. Here. Take it,
then later, I'll tell you who it's from.

Who gave you that ring?

Someone who is in love with me!

- I don't want you to wear it.
- Giovanni, Giovanni!

Give it back.

Don't tell me you're jealous!

You'll find out tonight,
when we're together.

So men die in war,
not for love.

You'll have to get married
at some point.

Someone will have to take you.

You.

What ifthey should force you to?

They can only force me to
kill myself.

Then you have the courage to swear
you'll remain mine and nobody else's?

I swear it for our love.

If you only knew how loathsome
all my suitors are to me.

You asked to speak with me alone.
What do you want to say?

Can't you imagine, Annabella?

Why do call me by name?
I'm no longer a little girl.

So?

Please forgive me.

So, what do you wish to tell me?

- You must realise.
- Yes, that you love me.

On my soul, I swear it.
Do you believe me?

It's not an afiicle of faith!

Have you no desire to love a man?

Not you.

Who then?

That depends on fate.

I am a realist...
I say it all depends on you.

What do you want to do
with your life?

To live and die as I am.

But that's absurd!

I'm only asking you to grant
my request...

and let me live.

As far as I'm concerned,
you can live for a thousand years.

Annabella...

let us leave aside this
useless wordplay.

You know that I have loved you
for a longtime, sincerely...

and with every fibre of my being.

Do not torture me with
your chaste contempt.

My longing for you has made me ill.
My head is breaking.

Where are you going?

Didn't you say you felt ill?
I was going to fetch some water.

That's enough, Annabella!

You've had your fun at my expense.

The time for playing's past.
We are a pair, made for the same bed,

and none other shall have you.

It is I you will marry,
because I love you.

You misunderstood me; I only
wished to calm your excitement.

Your temper is so quick to rise.

I don't love you...

But if it is of any comfort to you,
let me tell you that could I have chosen a man...

from among those who have asked for my hand,
that man would have been you and no-one else.

I feel faint...

You're still here?
Go away.

You made me spend the whole night out here.
Why won't you listen to me?

Go away - I don't want to listen to you.

I don't want to hear anything
you have to say.

But no!
You must listen to me.

You're a monk, aren't you?
You're a monk, just in order that you can hear...

the best and the worst that
happens to people.

Stay here, stay here
with your feet on the ground.

You've got to see what's going on right under
your nose! Your paradise and your hell can wait.

Let me go!

You're lost, lost.
You're already in hell. Let me go!

I don't want to see you again.

Ifl can't tell you,
then who else can I tell?

Annabella is pregnant!
Pregnant by me!

Stop talking like a monk.
What should I do?

I don't know...

I don't know what to say to you.

I don't know anything.

Those are the facts, father.
The names ofthose involved are best not mentioned.

That a young woman, rich, endowed with
all the gifts of nature, should so behave...

who would not say
'tis pity she's a whore?

And, being the woman,
she is the more guilty...

she should therefore be dragged
to the market square...

and there be burned alive in the
purifying flames of outraged justice.

But the Church, inspired by
the spirit ofthe Holy Ghost,

and in His name, is able to absolve
those who ask forgiveness...

yes, even of modal sins.

To absolve her shame, she must leave
her life of sin...

she must not see her brother again...

and she must marry her
suitor immediately...

so that the bastard may be born with
the name of a legitimate father...

and thus be allowed to live, protected and loved
by the sacraments of our religion.

But the suitor?

The Church is the mistress and mother
ofthe mercy of our Lord God...

and she administers His will with care,

and with infinite compassion,
but she demands obedience...

and unqualified acceptance of her decisions...
unqualified acceptance.

This is the will ofthe Church,
and also the Iavv,

as it was told to me.

Wait...

I'll walk you back to the monastery.

I'll never return to the monastery.

The monastery is no longer
a place for me.

I'm going to beg for
me and my brothers.

In that way, I will be
more useful to the community.

I don't want to see you again,
nor know anything about you.

My faith has already faltered too much.

Goodbye, Giovanni.

- We shall never meet again.
- The world is small...

we shall meet,
whether you want to or no.

You think you'll be meeting me,
but I won't see you.

Congratulations!
Congratulations!

My dearly depafied wife's mother,
and Annabella's cousin.

Hey, Giovanni!

For you, my brother.

Drink a toast to your sister's happiness,
hers and mine.

May we always feel as
real brothers together.

- I can't drink.
- What do you mean?

- I'm sick! - Please don't insist,
if he doesn't feel like it.

Well...

it's not impofiant...

I'm not angry.

I must go.
Oh, I understand...

after all, you have no reason
to love me... yet.

You only married me because
your family convinced you to do so.

I only know one way
to make a woman happy.

I thought it was enough...
I was wrong.

You still like playing games.
What game should I play with you?

What game do you prefer?
How about 'Patience'?

Very well, I will be patient.

Or perhaps you'd like to
watch me burn?

Very well.
Here I am.

I've given you my word,
and I won't back down.

Whatever it takes to
win you, I'll do...

and give you a husband that you
will love unto death.

Good night.

Let them dream of worlds
differently disposed...

the men who live in books and
amongst words.

My world with her
was perfect and happy

I wouldn't have changed it for a thousand
paradises of philosophers or saints.

Common morality is but foolishness
which frightens untempered minds,

like the teacher's whip,
which keeps young pupils quiet.

Let philosophers teach that this globe of Earth
shall be reduced to ashes in an instant.

For me, it would be just as strange
to see the water burn.

If I could believe this possible...

then I could also believe in the
existence of heaven... and hell.

Hell is nothing more than a
cowardly and superstitious fean

I not only say this,
I can prove it.

If future times shall ever hear
speak of my burning passion...

even if the laws of conscience and
custom may condemn me...

this love will wipe away the guilt, which
would have otherwise been abhorred.

If I were to repeat to you,
little Giovanni, the story of my life...

it would be a waste of time...
andl have no more time.

Before my sister got married...

I thought that every joy of love would be
stifled by that wedding contract.

This did not happen.
For me, she's still the same.

And her kisses are no Iess desirable now
than the first thatl gave her,

when youth and freedom gave her the right to be
my bride, my mistress, my sister and no one else's.

Loneliness, the torment of a thousand hells,
are one with rne and all that's left to rne.

Go out, shining sun...

turn this day into night...

so that your golden rays
may not witness an event...

which would make their
splendour darker even than...

the darkest of the poets' hells.

I... I hold destiny fast.

I can stop time foreven

Be a man until the end of my soul.

Do not allow the damnation
of ancient h ypocrisies...

to rip from your heart the
courage which I now need.

If I must fall,
like an oak burdened with the years,

then other more fragile saplings will be
crushed and broken by my ruin.

With me... all must perish.

Natural acts are nothing
to be ashamed of!

It's about time you began behaving as
a woman, and not as a child.

- What is it?
- It's my brother.

- Call him. - No, no... I thought it
was him, but it's not.

Forgive me.

I have been abrupt...
abrupt and coarse.

I still have to learn how
to behave with you.

What you need is some distraction,
to get to know the world...

to see yourself in a new and
different setting,

in more cheerful rooms.

You shall see Venice.

Quickly, run for the doctor.
Hurry!

Come here, you whore!
Come here, you blatant whore!

If every drop of blood in your adulterous body
were a life, with one blow, I'd destroy them all.

Harlot, incomparable harlot!

Was there no man in Manchua but me
for you to use to cover your foul intrigue?

And now I'm supposed to act as father to that
mass of flesh in your contaminated belly?! God! Why?

Why? Because that is your fate!

You dare to tell me this?!

You filthy whore!

I was seeking the courage to tell
you the condition I was in.

- Are you pregnant?
- You ask again?!

Yeeeessss!

By whom?

By whom?!

That you will never know.

I'll never know?

You say
I will never know?

I'll rip out your head and
read the name there.

It is a name you are not woflhy
of uttering or even hearing...

without first going down
on your knees!

Who is it?

I want to know, who is it?

It's an angel...

it's an angel that begot this boy,
for it is a boy...

and you should be glad to have
a male heir.

You're a monster.

Come on, kill me, kill me!

What sweeter death is there than
dying for love?

Ifthe king himself went down on his knees,
begging me to spare your life...

and all Heaven's holy saints should
plead in supplication...

it still wouldn't be enough
to save you.

I have been used by your family to cover
your filthy lusts and their dishonour.

Now I understand the
sudden marriage...

but this vile mockery shall be ended.

My noble master sends his greetings
to your lordship and to your family.

He and his wife invite you to a banquet to
celebrate their recent return from Venice.

Tell your master I'm not
afraid to come.

What do you mean,
you're not afraid?

Tell him I want to come,
and moreover, I will.

My love
my love!

Run away, run away! Take for our father and
don't stay a moment longer in this house.

Please! Go... go!

It is a banquet of death that has been
prepared for all of us.

He knows everything. Not about you,
but about me and the child.

Giovanni! Don't you understand, I've not been
forced to wear these lavish clothes for nothing?

How you've changed in
so shod a time...

you've found an expefi husband.

Yes, that's it...

one much cleverer in devising night games,
than two innocent children, as we were.

This sudden feast has not been prepared just
to spend money and nothing else.

He's kept me locked up until now,

separated from everyone!

Why do you think he has suddenly
restored my freedom?

For whom have you become so beautiful?
For me or him? Swear you don't love him!

Giovanni... save yourself and save our father.
I pray you; there is not much time.

In fact, I have no time:
you've abandoned me!

Do you not feel the chill of
death in the air?

Tell me...

why are you so afraid?

Only those who believe in heaven
and hell are frightened...

but heaven and hell
do not exist.

- Oh, but they do...
- Dreams... dreams.

You'd have me believe there is
another world, where we could kiss...

talk...

laugh...

do together all the things
we do down here?

No...

it's not true.
Look at me.

What do you see in my face?

Madness.

Madness!

And terrible thoughts.

Tears... tears of mourning,
shed on your grave.

But they are the last.

Forgive me...

Farewell.

One last kiss, my sister.

I save your honour...

and kill you with a kiss.

Goodbye... cruel brother.

Goodbye...

Goodbye. . .
goodbye.

The wretched fruit in your womb...

received from me both
life and death.

Oh, Soranzo, you've missed your mark.
I anticipated you.

I killed a love for whose every drop of
blood! would have given my heart

Annabella...

with what splendour your wounds blaze,
triumphing over shame and hate.

Falter not, brave hand, but resolutely perform
only this last and greater deed.

Here you are, Soranzo...

Take at last... my sister's head.

In no other way...

could you possess it.

Look at it...

take a good look at it.

Are you frightened?

How you would have trembled, had you
witnessed the havoc of life...

and beauty I have wrought.

It's a head...

It's a head, my friends...

A head...

in which...

mine...

is buried.

Take courage, Soranzo...

It's Annabella's head...

I swear...

it's hers.

With the tip of this dagger...
you see it?

I ploughed up her fruitful womb...

and left to myself...

the glory of carnage.

- Are you mad?!
- Nooooo!!!

For nine months,
Annabella was my bride.

Nine months...

we lived and loved... enough.

Do you understand?

Do you understand that it
is the truth, Soranzo?

I read it in your eyes,
in your pale cheeks...

they bear the mark...
of your shame.

So it was you...
incestuous monster!

Let not one member of her
family survive!

This, too, is an act of courage!

Now no one in my family
lives but me!

Ordained with the blood of a beautiful
sister and an unhappy father!

Stop him. Stop him, Soranzo -
the three of us were friends.

Don't remind me ofthat, monk.
I loved Annabella...

yet you became vile and debauched.
I could have lived in splendour.

You talk of friendship, monk?
It does not exist.

Don't shut your eyes.

Look...

look for the last time,
upon your incestuous friend.

I shall scatter the pieces of his body,
for the dogs ofthe swamps.

Don't pray for him, monk.
It's useless.

Save your prayers for beasts
more woflhy of them.

Subtitles by Lord Retsudo