All language subtitles for 24.7.The.Passion.of.the.Life.2005.EN

Without the beast in ourselves
we are castrated angels
(Hermann Hesse)

A man inside a woman is closer to God
than he is in a church
(Anthony Burgess)

Thanks for giving me a ride.
- You're welcome. Bye.

Stop!

I forgot my bag!

Good morning, Ms Homer.

Good morning, Hassan.

Hello.
- Is the boss already here?

Yes, your father is in his office.

Hello.
- Hello.

Eve.

I'm glad you came.

You wanted to talk to me?

I hoped that after
the college of hotel management

you'll become an entire
part of this business.

I mean, seriously.

But you say:
I show up once or twice a week

and the rest of the year I party.
- I'm managing the publicity department.

This is a quite renowned hotel.

I'm not only worried about your work.
- What then?

You are 25 and there is still nobody...

Because there is nobody,
I'm interested in.

There are many interested in you.

Wrong.
They are interested in the hotel.

Hello Alexandra.

Ok, I'll come down.

I leave the bag here.

Sorry, I gotta go.
Bye.

Hello.
- Hello.

The pool?
- Sure.

You still want to get married in church?
- Sure.

White wedding dress, roses, presents.
Everything that comes with it.

Are you craving desire,
unspeakable desire for passion?

At Lady Zara's Bizarradies,

where our and your fantasies
can be fulfilled.

Unfortunately
it's not possible right now...

Elfriede?

Yes, Lady Maria.

You know Rubber Pig already?
- No, Lady Maria.

This is "Rubber Pig",
he will be dehumanized.

Dehumanized, Lady Maria?

He's not allowed to speak, only to grunt.
Grunting one time means: Yes.

Grunting twice: No.
Grunting three times, means:

Am I allowed to speak
with a human voice?

Unbelievable, Lady Maria.

Go now and keep cleaning.

This was Elfriede,
the cleaning slave.

Studio Bizarradies. Hello?
- Could I please talk to Lady Maria?

Speaking.

It's Eve Homer.
We met through the motorcycle accident.

I forgot my bag in your car.

I can drop by as well.
When would it be suitable for you?

Ok, see you tonight at 10 pm.

Yes.

This is Eve Homer.
It's because of the bag.

Just down the stairs.
I'll let you in.

Hello.
- Hello.

There you go.
- Thanks for bringing it.

Want some coffee?

Yes.

This is Bello.

A Rottweiler.
A very cute one.

Such a lovely Bello.

Want to take him out for a walk?

Meanwhile, I'll make coffee.

Studio Bizarradies.
Hello.

Would you prefer a dominatrix
or a slave?

So, you are taboo free...

When would you like to come?

See you then.

Doesn't come anyway.

How do you like it here?

I thought such a studio
would be different.

Messy cellar, filthy,
rusty chains on the walls.

Something like that.

It's highly imaginative.

Beautifully done.

I wouldn't have thought of this.

I'll get changed quickly
and let you out.

Come.

Thanks again,

and I insist on having dinner together.
- Sure.

Bye.
- Bye.

Elfriede.
- Yes, Mistress.

Bring the guest in, please.
- Yes.

It's my first time in a S&M Studio.

Sometimes I go to a Swingers club

but it's not ultimately regarding S&M.

I think I'll train you a bit.

Thank you.

You like to be trained?

Yes, Mistress.

The yearn to experience everything
is twin to surrendering it all.

Are you willing
to give yourself up completely?

Yes, Mistress.

Come here.

How do you welcome
your Mistress?

It was a bit too long.

Yes, Mistress.
- Again.

The leash isn't clean.

Clean it.

Did I allow you to lick me?

No, Mistress.

You enjoy being punished
for your disobedience?

Yes, Mistress.
- Pardon me?

Yes, Mistress.

Then beg for it.
- Please Mistress.

Punish me.

I deserve it.

Come on.

A society's liberty can be
measured by their censorship.

At a quick glance, we in Germany,
live in a liberal society.

But how does it look in reality?

There's no censorship regarding
the living of one's sexual needs

as long as it is hidden
and in private.

Homosexuality is acceptable and
gives politicians more votes.

What if a politician confesses
that he enjoys ass fucking?

Or that he is a swinger?

That's awful.
- No, it's not.

What then?

It had something...

it was kind of peaceful.

Peaceful?

Yes... like a landscape
after a thunderstorm.

He had a dog mask
and only barked.

And his eyes were so fulfilled...
so peaceful.

Eve.
- And then she invited me for dinner.

You are not going.

Sure I'll go.
- Why?

I want to know
where this peace comes from.

I truly recommend this share.

It looks good and
the performance is really great.

Now that your business
is doing well,

you should fatten up
your bank account.

Excuse me,
I gotta make a phone call.

There's no finishing time for you, or?
- Unfortunately not.

Sacrum Sexuale.

To be lustful as a salvation.

The combination of Eros and Religion
is the search for the lost...

Yes, Rubber Pig.
You're allowed to talk.

I have a new fantasy.

I'm listening.

I imagine an enema...
but with red wine.

That Rubber Pig loses control
and is more filthy.

I'll think about it,
if Rubber Pig is allowed to experience that.

I'd be very thankful, Lady Maria.
- Are you wearing your diaper?

Sure.

When does Rubber Pig
come to the studio?

Friday at 8 pm.

Don't be late.

It really wasn't necessary to invite me.
I liked bringing your bag.

And I liked inviting you.

Thanks in advance, Maria.

Magdalena.

I thought Maria, from "Lady Maria".

In the studio I am "Lady Maria".

In life and at the restaurant,
my name is Magdalena.

Sociologist and myth researcher
at the Institute for applied sociology.

At the moment with one year off
as I am writing my doctoral thesis...

You're very interested in sex.
- You aren't?

I am dating men if you mean that.
But it doesn't really touch me.

Whoever didn't define their sexuality
is not an independent personality.

I see myself as an independent person.

Yes, external.
What about the inside?

Sexuality is identity.

Maybe I should find out more
about the subject of sexuality.

May I visit you again in the studio?

Sure.
But if you'd like to find out

if sex plays a part in your life

you shouldn't start with something
as special as sado-masochism.

What about a Swingers Club?

Would you join me?
I won't go there by myself.

No, but I'll send somebody along,
for your own personal security.

Did you do your homework?

Almost.

Did you just say "almost"?

What were your tasks?

I'm allowed to masturbate
only once a day.

I give myself an enema every second day.
During work I wear a diaper.

I call you once a week
and confess each sexual thought.

Is that everything?

Yes.
- Show me your exercise book.

So.

Mister Rubber Pig
masturbated twice last Wednesday.

What does that mean, Rubber Pig?

I will be punished.
- Good.

You'll accompany today a woman
to a Swingers Club.

Keep an eye on her, and make sure nothing
happens to her that she doesn't want.

I...
- What?

That's sick... this Swinger shit.

They talk and talk
and never come to the point.

That's sick.

Sick?
They would say the same thing about you,

if they saw you in a pig mask
and latex sitting at a school desk.

I'll do everything, but...
- That's how it is. Everything.

And today you'll visit
a Swingers Club.

Is this your first visit
here at "La Boum"?

A couple is 50 Euros.

Come in.
I show you the house.

Street wear isn't that... welcome.

Down there is the changing room.

It's okay like that?

Nearly.

No street shoes allowed!

New?

Yes.

Apparently, you're not.
- No.

I'm here at least twice a week.

Why?

New?

Yes.

Single lady?

Are you here alone?

Okay like that?

Yes.

I'll show you the house now.

Not single.

Bad luck.

This is known as the "Spanish Wall".
Exciting for voyeurs.

Here you can be active
with more people.

This is our soft S&M room
for bondage and soft games.

Over there are the showers,

the whirlpool
and the sauna to heat yourself up.

Now you've seen everything.
This is our outdoor area.

Have fun.

Here we are.
If you need me, tell me so.

It's really interesting here.

Yes, you rarely meet people
who hate shoes.

So are the rules.
- Great rules.

That's real hedonism.

See you.

Lady Maria.

Phone call for you, Lady Maria.

One moment.

Yes?

Why do I have to be here?

Because I told you so.
- But...

So "Property", stop talking
and fulfill your task.

Got it?

You look around?

Yes.

Do you wanna be active today?

Doing something... active and so on.

Just looking.

That's the right start.

I'm Mike.

Eve.

Do you have an apple with you?

Old joke.

Sexuality is a primal human need.

One who lives up to their sexuality,

is no longer captured
in social conventions,

is... free.

I am free.
- Good.

You wanna be active today?

As I said before:
Just browse around.

I'm driving back now.
- Already?

Want to come with me?

I can give you a ride too.

Well... I stay.

Have fun.

Rubber Pig didn't like it
at the Swingers Club?

And Rubber Pig
didn't keep an eye on Eve

and left her alone
contrary to my order.

No, Rubber Pig
doesn't contradict anymore.

Elfriede.
- Yes.

Carry out your duties.
- With pleasure, Mistress.

I would never do that.

To leave my girlfriend somewhere
and just go away.

I'm not his girlfriend.

But you came together.

If he wasn't your boyfriend,
then what's your boyfriend's opinion?

I don't have one.

Lady Maria, please.

It's hot. I'm thirsty.

So pretty and no boyfriend?

Men always want to love.

Instead of just having fun with sex,
they always want: "eternal love".

Not with me.

I strictly separate:
Love and Sexuality.

I'd like to tell you more about it.

Fine.

What about Sunday?

In our culture one has to do an exam
for every little thing:

Driver's license, sailing license,
fishing permit.

But have you ever heard
of an erotic certificate?

If an erotic culture existed,
it would be part of the general education.

What are you looking for,
you lonely wanderer,

in this desert we call life?

I'm looking for love.

If you don't have it within yourself,
you'll never find it.

And how do I find
the love inside of me?

By giving in to it,

with all its lust and all its pain.

Love knows no pain.
- Love is pain.

It is ecstasy and torture all in one.

But still, it is the power
that keeps us going in life.

God created the angels and ordered them
to worship nobody except him.

Then he created
the human beings

and ordered the angels

to bow to his most precious creatures
and to serve them.

The angels made their bow to the humans
and served them.

But Satan refused;

he didn't want
to bow to the humans.

Out of pride.
- No.

Out of pride.

Satan's love for God
was so passionate,

that it was impossible for him

to bow to anyone but God.

Thus, he was banished into hell.

He was condemned to suffer
all the torments of hell:

To exist forever,
far away from the love of his life: God.

How painful this banishment
must be for this lover?

How does Satan endure this pain?

By remembering the sound
of God's voice

when he pronounced:
"Go to hell!"

Hey Folks. Here we go again
with the today's special action.

We have a guest today:
Stephanie Evans, the Strip Queen.

We're having a striptease contest tonight
and each lady can participate.

Fall asleep my little child,
fall asleep...

I think your strip was the best.

But Esther ingratiated herself
with some of the jury.

I don't take it seriously.

It was just fun.

I have a little point of criticism though...

just a little one.

You should...

let's say... thin your pubic hair.

Looks more erotic.

I have a razor here.
I'll show you.

I have a strange feeling.

Because the cake is lying heavily
in your stomach?

No, because two young women
are drinking coffee

and an old man is cleaning.

An old man is cleaning?

Elfriede?

Are you an old man?

No, Lady Maria.
I am Elfriede, the cleaning slave.

What are you doing here?

I clean for you, Lady Maria.

So go and clean the toilet.
- Yes, Lady Maria.

He pays for that?

No. Elfriede is not a client.

He's there when he wants to be
and when I need him.

Isn't that exploitation of naivety?

I hardly know a person
who's less naive than Elfriede.

I don't get it.
- Elfriede?

Yes, Lady Maria.

What's your real name?

Karl Friedrich Reinhard Paul.

And what's my real name?

Lady Maria,
your name is Magdalena.

Elfriede?

Yes, Lady Maria.

Eve wants you to call me Magdalena
and to stop cleaning.

But I want you to finish
cleaning the toilet.

Thank you, Lady Maria.

Don't we all live in an illusory world
constructed by ourselves?

And by the way:

Are you worried about the cleaning women
in your hotel, too?

They don't like cleaning.

Elfriede does.

Who is to be pitied more?

Lady Maria is with me,

she's in me and everywhere.

She is with me and I am through her.

Lady Maria is with me,

she's in me and everywhere.

She is with me and I am through her.

Evening... when mist is rising
and darkness is lying down on earth

like a carpet out of frozen silence,
I want to go, I want to travel.

Evening... when dreams are appearing,
and loneliness is lying down on my desire

like a beast of prey which lurks devour,
I want to go, I want to travel.

Travel to a foreign country,
where laughter is and happiness,

where time is measured by lust
not by suffering,

where the lion
doesn't eat the lamb,

where rivers flow upwards
and pour into a cloudless sky.

Where one who sways doesn't
fall as hands are everywhere.

Do you understand?
Warm countries are calling me,

not these cold ones.

If I believe this country exists?

If I believe that could be?

You ask, having a roguish look
in your eyes and I say: No.

But in the evenings when mist is rising
and sadness flows into my heart,

then I travel,

just in my thoughts.

There, where a wide river
runs into a cloudless sky.

I hardly understand you anymore.

Normally, I get to know a man

because I want to have sex with him.

But then the bad combination
with "love-fuss" starts.

So it's different with this Mike?
- Absolutely.

He neither wants to love me
nor the hotel...

just pure sex.

He is my "travel guide"
through the world of sexuality.

Eve.
- You wanna meet him?

I think sexuality without love is...

What is it?

...it is disgusting.

Mistress, I committed a sin.

I am listening.

I disobeyed one of your Commandments.

What are the Commandments?

First Commandment:
You ought to live your lust...

...and shouldn't follow
what others think about it.

Yes, Mistress.

Second Commandment:

You ought to submit
yourself with relish...

...because he who submits himself with relish
of his own free will,

is more emancipated
than a ruler who orders without enthusiasm.

Third Commandment:

You ought to live your lust every day...

...as if there is only this one day.

The past is former lust
and the future most uncertain.

But the present
is full of painful delight.

Which one didn't you obey?

The first one.

Mistress, you told me to wear
a leather collar during work.

I didn't do it
because I was ashamed.

You were ashamed.

You were ashamed of serving me?

You were ashamed of wearing proudly
the sign of my power over you?

You exiled me from your life.
- No, I just did...

Shame is only the fear of yourself.

What do you think
is gonna happen to you now?

I'll be punished.

No.

You won't be punished.

You'll be sent away.

I don't even want to punish you.
I just don't want to see you anymore.

No. No, Mistress.
Don't go.

Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me alone.

Don't leave me alone.

He's not allowed to come anymore?

Later,

I'll go to him
as the forgiving Goddess

who punishes him.

I never did it with several men
at the same time.

You told me
to explore my imagination.

This is a common fantasy.

What are we gonna do
with this fantasy?

Now, I want you to masturbate.

I want your horniness.

Look at me.

I want to see your horniness
in your eyes.

And you don't come
untiI I order you to.

I even have your orgasm
under control.

I want your devotion.

I want your sacrifice.

I want you to come now,
to reach yourself...

Now.

Thank you, Mistress.

You live in a beautiful house.
- Yes, it is like that.

But I don't live here.
We live near the hotel.

We let Eve have the house.

You live here by yourself?

Hopefully not forever.
It's enough space for children.

Enough family plans.
Dinner's ready.

She's a good cook.

That's very interesting.
The combination of sociology

and myth research.

Do you have a special field?

The myth of Jesus.
- Myth?

The history of Jesus
as we know it is questionable

and unlikely.

The synoptic and St. John's Gospel
both seem to be a construct

that is made up
of old and pagan elements.

Heracles, for example...
- Heracles is a legend.

But there was also a Heracles religion,
and not only in the Syrian area,

which can be proved already
in the fifth century before Christ.

And Heracles died with the words:

"It is done".
Does that remind you of anything?

Exactly with these words?
- There are other correspondences as well.

It was a very interesting evening.
I hope to see you again soon.

Sure.

Good night.

Good night.

A highly educated woman.

You can learn a lot from her.
- That's what I do, Dad.

He really believes he's Jesus?
- No.

That's only his way
of producing himself.

I think he wants to conquer
his inner demon.

But he means the demon
of the ecclesiastical doctrine.

My task now is to make him horny.

You don't need that.
He's horny by nature.

You are just a part of his production.

So he made it up?

He makes up all his games.

Lord, give me the strength
to withstand the sin.

Take this lust out of my chest.

The sin is an invention
of unhappy people

who couldn't bear
that others are free.

There is no sin.

It is written in the bible:

Everything created by God is good,

and nothing is to be rejected
if it is received with thanksgiving.

The world was once pure,

but the sin dragged
everything through the mud.

There is purity beyond depravity.

What you name "sin" is the "life".

Lord, take this lust out of my chest
which lurks there like a vicious animal.

You know that the "naughty" lust
lies between your legs

and waits to be released.

Elfriede.

Yes, Mistress.

We're gonna see how "naughty"
the lust is today.

The first sin, please.

Lord, give me the strength
to withstand the sin.

Words have been interchanged enough,
let me at last see tits too.

Look, how these breasts
are stretching out for you,

'cause they like
to be caressed and sucked.

I hate them,
these open women

which offer themselves
in this whorehouse

we call life.

I love the closed ones.
- Hypocrite!

Second sin.

Look, how this ass is stretching out,

willing to welcome your stick of lust.

I don't care about those holes
where filth comes out.

These are the openings to hell.
- Which you search for again and again?

Lord, give me the strength
to withstand this sin.

Take this lust out of my chest.

This craving, this longing.

Only if you abandon yourself
to the lust

you can purify the world.

You're right.
I'm gonna cleanse the world

from the sin through
my own purity.

How's it going
with your doctoral thesis?

I'm making progress, thanks.

Am I sick?

What we do in the studio,

do you think it's sick?

No.

It's just a part of you.

If you don't accept and live it,

it will haunt you.
Day by day.

You'd become sick of that.

Sick isn't what you do,

but maybe the feeling of guilt
which was drummed into you.

The feeling of guilt might be sick.

Others think it's

sick and perverted.

Look, society likes to have
standardized people.

They obey more easily.

But can emotions be standardized?

Who puts forward these norms?

Who standardizes us?

Who is living our life?

Most people just exist,

but they are not the living.

Live YOUR life!
All of us are human beings.

We all have weaknesses
that we like to condemn in others.

YOU are perfect, Maria.

Yes,

Lady Maria is perfect...

maybe.

But what about Magdalena?

Here we meet again.
- It's great that Stephanie invited us.

She certainly did it, so we participate
in one of her strip workshops.

Will you participate?

Probably not.
And you?

It would be good extra money for me
to strip on weekends.

No, I won't come to the studio today.

I gave myself an upset stomach.

That'll be nice.

I don't know how to tell you.

It's a kitschy picture, but...

I'll never forget it.

Your mother sent me a postcard
right before our engagement.

There where two swans on it.

Maybe you don't know this,
but swans are monogamous.

They stay together all their lives.

I was at the pharmacy
and brought some things for you.

That's sweet.
Come in.

And that's why you wanted
to have breakfast with me?

No. I only wanted to tell you
about that picture.

That you understand
what a marriage can be.

There are so many...

...hotel sons who would like to enlarge
their properties

and like to play swans with me.

Are you against men?
Are you maybe...

No, I am not a lesbian.
But I want to find my life first

before I share it with someone.

If I am gonna share it at all.

Before you start telling me the name
of all "hotel sons", eat your eggs.

In the end, I was an aircraft pilot
in a squadron,

and joined in the last part
of the war.

Then came the captivity.

No end of prisoners,
people I knew well...

excuse me...

they bit the dust.

Other people went crazy.

There were seven comrades,

they wanted to flee.

They were brought back
by guards half an hour later.

They weren't dead,
only a bit maltreated.

Just a few bayonet wounds,
but everyone was still alive.

They had to...

They had to lay down on the yard
like railroad ties,

side by side.

About 500 prisoners,

in groups of ten people,

had to run over the comrades

untiI they were mush.

No one could escape this horror.

Whoever tried, got stabbed in the back,
or was beaten to death.

It was hard...

very hard.

I couldn't imagine...

that this is the end.

I lost faith in human beings,
in our country,

in everything what generally
was described as ideals.

I just wanted to love.

Lady Maria, I hope my visit
cheered you up a bit.

I gotta go now.

Now you've seen the entire hotel.

How do you like it here?

Beautiful.

If you need any kind of relaxation,
you can drop by any time.

The wellness area just...

One moment.

Hi there.

How's it going?

It's odd,
I know her from the Swingers Club.

Then she doesn't know you here.

You have been in that area
which people normally conceal.

Not only from others,

but most of all, from themselves.
- I don't understand.

Did you tell your father?

No.
- See?

Eternally torn, never intact.

The world is a dark place,
full of fear and pain.

That's how it is.

Lonely and alone is the man
in his sorrow.

That's how it is.

But there is a redemption,

there is a goal,

there is a way,
which we have to follow.

Where is the way?

We have to find God.

How do we find him?
- Never.

If we look for God, we have to faiI.

This is the secret.

We've been deceived too long,
because God is a Goddess.

A Goddess?
- A Goddess.

Let's worship the Goddess.

Let's welcome her in the shape
of Lady Maria.

I am the incarnation of your fear.

I am the gate,
through which you could reach those rooms,

which are beyond
the perceptible world.

I am the sin that emancipates you.

I am what you fear the most,

and that which you desire incessantly.

Because I am I.

Eve told me
you distribute water filters?

"Reverse Osmosis System".

You should install it.
The tap water is much healthier then.

I can give Eve a brochure for you.

Everything's in it.
May I use your toilet?

On the right.

What do you think
about my travel guide of lust?

If he is not totally
in love with you...

You just don't know him.

But I can recognize a cock in love,
even with closed eyes.

Why did you stop so early
at La Boum?

You are my travel guide of lust,
aren't you?

And because of that,
I tell you:

Slowly, gentle, with care.

I was that my whole life.

Now I want to experience things.

Not to talk about, to feel it.

Ok. I will arrange something.

Hi Rubber Pig.

I know it's inconvenient right now.

That's why I call.

You wanted to try an enema
with red wine.

Then you have to come immediately
and bring the red wine with you.

I am like the young Buddha.

He didn't see misery, poverty
and grief either.

He was locked up in a palace,
I, in a hotel world.

But one day
Buddha met the reality.

Since then he wanted to know
what the world really is.

Do you understand?
- No.

In college,
I often observed my colleagues.

Believe me, they had
as much life in them as a dead fish.

I felt sorry for them, not realizing
that I am a nicely wrapped dead fish, too.

Wrapped up in golden glossy paper.
- Am I a fish, too?

You are a bride which soon marries.

Therefore, we should talk
about your reception, ok?

No.
You change the subject.

You evade the issue
because you don't wanna tell me

that you think
I am a dead fish as well.

Well.
You want the truth?

You aren't a dead fish.
But you're gonna marry one.

I am telling you, if life is a river
and its water the vitality, the lust,

then he is dried up like a desert.

There must be something in us,
a power which is

full of life and full of lust.

This power,
this river wants to the sea,

and pour out into the ocean
of bulging existence.

So. The man who I'd like
to spend my life with is a desert?

The man I'd like to have children with
is dead for you?

Only unhappy women need children.

That's enough.

Alexandra, stay.
You wanted to know the truth.

But not this kind of truth.

Ready to be dehumanized?

Good.

The red wine liberates you
from human existence,

and makes you pure.

You're still full of dirt,

a carnal cover
filled with stinking substances.

Sick, poisoned,
a sack of meat filled with trash.

Now shit out that red wine,

so all the dirt of being human
will be washed away.

So Rubber Pig can be born out
of human excrements.

So your stinky human shit will be transformed
into a fragrant piggy smell.

So you'll be cleansed of all human existence,
which painfully tortures you.

What are you doing today?
Driving home?

No.

I have plans.

Kind of a sexual adventure.

Why should I go home
when nobody really loves me.

I don't feel unloved.
My father...

...loves the image
that you pretend to be.

But what about the person
behind all that?

Does he love "you"
or only the "daughter"?

Me, of course, the way I am.

So he knows everything about you?

About the sexual adventures

with the horny-amorous Mike, too?

The thing with Mike
is only a sexual game.

Don't you hear the call for your love
behind the mask of the "horny travel guide"?

Or do you simply ignore it

because your adventure
would then come to an end?

You clever, clever super ego.

When you are always right and damn perfect,
why are you alone then?

I'm not letting you spoiI
my sexual adventures.

That's none of your business.

I'm not one of your slaves,
Lady Maria.

You are your own slave.

24 hours a day, 7 days a week,
365 days a year.

Studio Bizarradies.
Hello.

Hello "Leather Tom".

Back from vacation?

Now we are complete and can start.

What I am wearing right now?

Everything in leather, of course.

The leather high heels,
nylon stockings,

leather corsage.

The way, you like it.

See you at 1 pm.
I'm looking forward to it.

Who wants to know the truth?

Stop it immediately!
Go away!

Lydia, my key please.

Well, you know...

What's the matter?

Forget it.

What's the matter?
- Such an asshole.

For years you've come here,

but I never saw you like that.

Me neither.

What's so special
about the blonde?

You didn't make such a fuss
with the others.

This time you forgot
your own principals.

Am I right?

Lydia, you don't know it,
I never tell anybody, but...

I was married.

She was the woman of my dreams.

We loved each other a lot.

She was very pretty,
with long blond hair, blue eyes.

Sometimes even their movements
are similar.

I was sure that the love of one's life
exists only once.

I don't know myself.

Everyone's gone.
You are the last guest.

I'm going to get in the sauna.

Wanna join me?

Was she very angry
when she left?

I think so.

I'll call a taxi for you.

Ok.

Poor Mike.

I called you, 'cause I think

you should at least talk to him.

Yes, but he shouldn't learn
that from a third party.

You should tell him personally.

Ready for the interrogation?

Willing to be humiliated?

Who are you?

Jesus of Nazareth.

Bullshit.

Who are you?
- I am Jesus of Nazareth.

You are a legend,

a myth,

a construct,

formed of pagan elements
which are centuries older.

You are an invention
of the early Christian church.

No.

I do exist.

I am sure of that.

I only doubt that you are the figure
which was created by St Paul.

Who are you?

I came for taking the sins of mankind
upon myself.

In committing all of them?

In getting chained up, being whipped,
and let yourself be jerked off?

I am free from sin.

Like a full garbage can.

I'm gonna tell you
what you are:

You are a load of inhibited shit,
a hypocrite,

a depraved and petty bourgeois jerk-off
which sneaks into this studio,

secretly like
a weasel into a henhouse.

That's what you are.

That's not your text.
- Yes it is.

This is the Gospel of Lady Maria.

Speak your text.

The Gospel
which doesn't contain a virgin,

but heaps of young,
fucking horny women.

No.

This is the Gospel of lust,
of dark lust.

And I am the angel
which preaches it.

The dark angel of truth.

Thanks for coming.

You have to thank Lydia.
She called me.

I'm sorry for my behavior at "La Boum".

That's how you are.
That's how you are.

It means that you fooled me.

You want a relationship.

Is it so bad?

I'd like to be with you,
'cause I...

Don't you dare to say it.

Is it such a crime?

It's a lie.
You lied to me.

What I wanted are new experiences,

adventures.

You said:
"I'll be your travel guide".

It was like that in the beginning, but...
- No buts.

Keep your "love" babbling.

Look for someone else that you can lie to.
I'm going now.

Here's the refund
for your physical efforts.

Eve.

Why did you come to Munich.
I'll be in the hotel tomorrow.

These subjects shouldn't be part
of the hotel.

Which kind of subjects?
- Problematic ones.

So, we'd better sit down.

Right.
Sit down.

Your mother and I,

we've lived together for 30 years
and we've had our experiences.

Everyone has to have them.

Things I hear

have nothing to do
with "making experiences"

but rather ruining yourself
and going astray.

I don't know what you mean.

Don't play the fool.

I mean your slut friend Magdalena.

You said she is great, cultured and eloquent.
- She fooled me.

You hang around in whorehouses.

These creatures shouldn't even clean
the toilets in our hotel.

Probably some of those creatures
are your best guests.

I am not obliged to say to you,
what I am supposed to do or not.

You are my daughter

and the heiress of my hotel.
You don't make a whorehouse

out of my hotel.
- I don't and you know it.

Meanwhile I don't know
what to think.

I told you about the swans.

Your mother and I...
the swans.

We are swans, maybe.
'Cause we are normal.

We don't need any dominatrix
or such degenerated fuss.

'Cause we are normal.
Is it so reprehensible to be normal?

If that would be true.
- What's that?

Mother swan prefers to swim with
the tennis swan instead of the chief swan.

For over 15 years now,
Mother swan had her own bedroom

just so that the chief swan
doesn't get too close to her.

You swans don't even know
what it means to be horny.

You don't know what it means to live.
- You are not talking to me like this!

I don't wanna see you in my hotel
untiI you calm down.

If I have to be like you shitty swans,
you'll never see me again.

Hi, it's Eve.

You were right about Mike
and my father.

You were correct about so many things.
I'm fed up with everything.

I won't go back to this hotel
and I won't play the "daughter" anymore.

I follow my own path now.

I'm going to start in this strip club...
- Why are you telling me all this?

That's none of my business, is it?

You are not one of my slaves.

Good luck.

I am wanderer only... and tired.

Looking for the human's sense.

Knowing about their sadness
and that I am sad again.

I am wanderer only... and lonely.

Exploring the human's heart.

Knowing about their pain
and feel deeply the pain.

I am wanderer only... and empty.

Seeing the human's sorrow.

Knowing about their grief
and remain in me...

alone.

Thank you Lady Maria.

Are these really 80 candles?

Yes.

Thank you.
- I have a birthday present for you.

Thank you, Lady Maria.

Thank you, Lady Maria.
Thank you.

Why did you create me
when leaving me alone?

Why did you give me
the anguish of lust,

which I can't satisfy anyway?

Why did you force me out
of the womb-like paradise?

And you call it a sin
when I try to go back to it.

You have to know that I turn away.

I oppose the laws of those
who call themselves your priests.

Know, that I am going to live.

So many questions.

Never an answer.

Or, so many answers
and never a question.

Maybe the world
is full of answers,

but we're just not capable
of understanding them.

For days I looked for her, but...

It doesn't make any sense, Mike.

Everything's so empty...

Maybe something happened to her.
- No.

I didn't want to tell you...

I know from Stephanie Evans
that she strips in her club now.

Through untiring effort
we want to banish the ignorance.

Indefesso Nisu Repellamus Ignorantiam.

I.N.R.I.

Everyone has his own cross to bear.

That is yours.

Eve, somebody ordered
a table dance with you.

Private room 1.

Do I know him?
- You'll see.

Hello.

What's up?

You don't want to sit down, do you?
- Sure I want to.

I ordered a table dance.

What does it mean?

Dance.

Please.

Turn around.
Turn around in a circle.

Turn around in a circle,
all the time.

Did you finally reach the goal?

I don't know what you mean.
- Did I tell you to stop?

I ordered a table dance
and I want to have it now.

Please.

A while ago
I met a young woman

who didn't know
what she wanted.

She didn't even know
that she wanted something.

She visits me in the studio,
at home.

She wants to know what it is:
Sexuality.

She gets to know the "horny" Mike.

Chop, chop!

She's not going back to the hotel.
Finally she's here.

So back to my question:
Have you reached your goal?

Did you find anything?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Go on dancing.

I don't know.

Maybe there's nothing to find.

At least I know where I don't want to go:
Back to the gilded hotel cage.

And untiI you know where to go
you're doing table dance?

Or are you just trying
to piss off your father?

Probably I'm longing to start
from scratch.

What does that mean?

I'd like to be born again.

Without father, without mother.

I want to give new birth to myself
and want to be father and mother of myself.

Get dressed and come with me.
- Where to?

To the delivery room of your birth.

What's your name, searcher?

Eve.

Eve Homer.

Who are you?

Eve Homer.

No. That's only your name.

But who is beyond that name?

I don't know.
- Yes.

You don't know it.

Because you were made
and didn't create yourself.

And those who created you
didn't show you the blueprint.

What do you want?

Creating myself.
- Yes.

Creating yourself.

Only then we live.

We are all created, formed, bended.

We are like characters in a novel
where the author left us alone

in this desert we call life.

You will give
new birth to yourself.

You'll be mother and father
unto yourself.

You will create yourself,
you will cry and laugh,

hope and suffer,
but your joy and your sorrow

will be yours.

Because you will be.

I am the mistress
and mother of all.

Saint and whore,
merciful and pitiless.

The virgin which doesn't conceive
but still gives birth.

Whatever you worship as your God,
I was there before.

I.