All language subtitles for Le cimetiere des voitures (1983) di Fernando Arrabal (sub-ITA)

"The Automobile Graveyard"

I will crush all people with my wrath.

I'll trample them in my fury.

And the first angel played trumpet. There was hail and fire,

mixed with blood.

O Babylon, great city,

one hour had been enough to consume you in ruin.

Enough, enough, enough!

We're turning around in this hell for nothing,

the hydrogen bomb destroyed everything!

I want to see Emanou!

You will see him; your great idol.

They are going to catch us because of you,

so calm your paranoia! OK?

1, 2, 1, 2... Chest... Breathing...

You have to win the marathon...

1, 2, 1, 2...
Are they really going to hold this marathon,

after the blast?
Shut up, don't tire yourself.

Keep your speed.

You have no more excuses for not training.

There is no more radioactivity in the air.

I feel it, I know it.

We have a connection with the Bunker.

You speak, I'm too tired for that.

We haven't found the cemetery where Emanou is hiding yet.

Why?

They all look the same.

Where are you?

On the edge of the crater
caused by the bomb.

There's a lot of ghost cemeteries,

full of emptiness,

totally deserted.

Do your job: inspect every place with a fine-toothed comb

and report back every hour.

When we find him, we'll send the squads

to arrest him.

He is a dangerous anarchist.
That's for sure.

He's already sentenced.

We already know that.

Over.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
And life goes on.

Nothing is lost.

Welcome to the cemetery.

You can settle in for a very modest price.

There’s room for everybody.

Cops will never find you

in my motel.

In Babylon, you can have fun

with total impunity.

Hallelujah.

Why are you arriving so late?
Who do think you are?

And you? Have you been here for long?
- No, not very...

Aren't your feet aching?

Mine turned to toffee.

That was a real race,

to avoid being caught.

What do you think about him?
I mean Emanou?

I don't know how to tell you,
Fodère, but it's odd.

You know, the other day...

When he looked at me in the
rear-view mirror, I had...

How to say it…

I felt a special warmth, you know.

And then... when he left,

it faded away.

And do you know what I've seen
written in the mirror?

You don't know? …Freedom.

Hey you! I really thought we were
never going to find your fucking cemetery.

I'm so glad to see Emanou and
to do forbidden things.

Ms and Mr are going to be served.

Vamp!

Bitch!

Filthy whore!

Slut!

A new couple just arrived.

They just got in.

Get your locks. Get your waistcoat.

They are going to shag like tigers.

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Ask for the playbill, you'll be glad.

We have plenty of choice:

Revolting and violent guys
from the shallows or

horny aristocratic countesses...

Ladies and gentlemen,
we can provide you everything

you want at the best prices.

Idyllic creatures,
big-hearted legless cripples,

mystical virgins, sadists who brand
their slave's buttocks with iron.

I want to see you being read

I’ll only do bad things with you.

Those damned bells again.

Quiet!

Bedtime!

I don't want to see any stragglers.

I want to hear flies!

Did you come to sleep with us?

Quiet!

I don't want to have to get up tonight
like the day before yesterday.

It’s impossible to have privacy, here.

We don't want to sleep.

Does somebody disagree?

We're not in a military barrack.

Are you people protesting?

We’re praying!

Shut up you filthy pigs.

He's here.

Emanou came to announce that
God is the only master

who lets his creatures choose
between good and evil.

That's true. The others impose their laws

with police and prisons.

Emanou is full of grace and truth.

He even enchants scorpions.

That's it, I've seen him.

Fodère. It started again,
this stuff with the air bubble.

I really feel it nicely.

You know, when I am sad,

it becomes heavy.

And when I am crying, it's like quicksilver.

You are going to betray him.

The air bubble is wandering
from my brain to my heart,

and from my heart to my brain.

You have to pay...

if you want to eat.

Emanou is here!

Not playing music is hard,
but not playing music with

an empty stomach is even harder.

So, send them away.
Tell them to find a village where

they can get some food.

And stop trying to get us banned.

They needn’t go.

Give them food yourself.

We have two MacDonald's.

Give it to me.

Everybody, be seated.

And he said;

See the birds in the sky,

they don't love each other
and don't harvest,

and are fed by that.

It's Topé who pays to make you
pray with your guardian angel.

And in the meantime, don't sell your body.

Remember that:

God can see everything, hear everything,

and anywhere, confound everything.

And beside that ?...

God helps us. And make the poo grow.

I'm scum.

But, I'm meticulous scum.

I don’t miss anything.

Do you really really think it's
a miracle to feed a crowd

with two pieces of bread, like Emanou did?

Scientific Marxism did far better than that.

I’ve been watching you,
since Emanou arrived at the cemetery.

He was here and elsewhere, far before you.

He will always be here before you.

You're my property!

My own whore.

And everything that is fishy,
odious and miserable,

goes through one word: God.

Mystical young people,

are always more beautiful.

I'm fed up with this prophet's
monkey business.

Does he really pretend to be God?

Nobody will follow him.

He's too lonely.

Emanou! Emanou! Emanou!

Run. Run, comrades.

The old world is right in front of you.

Can you hear that ?

Mystical young people,

always more beautiful.

They're dreaming about being happy idiots.

You. Be salty, not sweet.

I'll do whatever I have to do
for your little sucker's face,

old slithering straw mattress,

You get wet for a handsome male like me.

Don't you?

You've got ears, but you're deaf.

You got eyes, but you can't see.

When the time comes,

it will be too late for you to understand.

Anyway, I'm not worried about
your snotty kids,

who are dazed by hashish and music.

Cops are going to make them walk straight.

Like it was before the cataclysm.

I haven't brought you peace, but a sword.

He who found his life, will lose it.

And he who loses his life
because of me will find it.

Happy will be the upset ones,
because they'll be comforted.

Happy will be those who hunger for
freedom, because they'll be filled.

You are the light of the world.

And you don't turn on a light
to keep it hidden.

I didn't come to abolish,

but to accomplish.

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...

Think about your record.

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2...

He promises to give a concert.
He knows it's forbidden,

he's dooming himself to death.

We must be ready in time.

This should not ever start again.

We must catch him
and break him, definitively.

The Bunker is counting on us.

They are on full alert:
ten squads on the job.

Do you realize that ?
Come on. Chest... Breath...

Come on. Don't bend over.
Breath... Breath...

1, 2, 1, 2...
It's the Bunker!

I dreamt that...

turtles...
Shhhh!

Cops are close.

I can hear their fear.

That is music!

That's it.

Cops are coming.

I have to settle down.

I can't at night.

But if it were morning...

Let there be light.

You're too much.

You're really too much.

Are you crazy ?

Help...

You're insane...

They say cops are coming closer.

Do you think Topé
is going to betray Emanou?

He's going to do it for him, not against him.

It's written.

You're going to do what I order you to do.

Or I'll throw your bearded guy to the sea.

Not tonight. I don't want to do it.

What's that? You don't want?

I forgive you for rebelling.

Should I kick you up to there?

I'll give you a brandy tasting blow job,
my legionnaire.

Go ahead. Take the top of his minaret off.

Make it snappy!

Put all your arse into it!

Slut!

Milos is getting off!

He got his brothel in the cemetery.

He'll knock up Dila once again.

But us, what we like is music!

I can tell Emanou used to know this girl.

I'm sure of it.

It was the time he was working as
a carpenter with his father.

During daytime, because at night
he was performing concerts.

I've been told about the birth of Emanou.

The cops didn't want anybody
to perform subversive music.

They really beat the shit out of us !

His mother,

She was engaged with
some guy called Joseph...

..before they started living together,
she got pregnant...

...by the effect of the Holy Spirit.

There was a donkey and an ox...

...inside the stable where he was born.

That killed more idols-to-be

than Herod had slaughtered innocent men.

When he was born,
it was said that they sang.

"God be praised in Heaven.

And peace on earth for good-willing men."

Mary gave birth to her son,
wrapped him in a piece of cloth,

and put him in a manger,
because there was no room elsewhere.

He is so different.

My son is divine.

I see him so high,

so far away.

From the Orient, we have seen
his hearth shine.

And we came to worship him.

After his birth,
he grew up in wisdom, body height

and in grace, along with God and men.

I'll never be able to understand you.

Whore for Milos, mystical ballet for Emanou.

Your Emanou...

It has been said:

When they accept the violence of scandal...

and of its illumination...

the rain will come...

You can't hear me.

You only think about your
tiny green slave's herd.

I can feel your heart beating.

I can feel the rhythm of
your breathing on my skin.

But you only think about Emanou.

I'd like you to sleep on top of me.

Like a seagull during siesta time.

It's a boy!

It's a boy.

A birth in this fucking cemetery...

It's the first time.

Does that mean that life goes on?

I believed that

only turtles could give birth
after a cataclysm.

It's a boy. That's what she wanted!

It's harder to find a place for a
girl in a faggot society!

Keep on jerking off!

You were so beautiful in the fish tank.

You looked like the girls from Sion,

who were wearing a tiara
on the day of their wedding.

The rest of the band is starting
to become nervous.

They feel that the cops are coming closer.

The hash isn't calming them down anymore.

We should go away before the concert.
Hear me?

You have been speaking about
this cemetery for years.

The music and everything,
but all we have seen is

three junk cars managed by a former pimp.

Yes, this concert is only a legend

and this music is cutting off
youngsters from reality.

And the worst part is

that cultured people like you
are taking it all seriously.

He wrote:

"Let he who loves me follow me". But me

Nobody loves me.

Men of little beliefs!

I've seen him before my eyes

in the swimming-pool. I've seen him.

On your marks! Get set, but be careful,

no false start...

Go!

Seeing him walk on the water,
the impressed men

said: "What can he be,
that even water obeys him?"

When is he going to perform his concert?

It isn't his time yet.

I'm going to cook this omelet alone.

Absolon does nothing else
other than worshipping you.

Tell her to help me.

Absolon is right.

It has been said that
love comes before work.

He's going off. Totally.

So love gives beautiful wrinkles
and work ugly blisters, huh?

I'm off.

I'm off.

They won't get me.

Dila. The place is closed.

The police want to kill Emanou
and make an example of his death.

Don't listen to false prophets.

It's the time of the beast.

For five dollars only, everybody can fish cod.

Hallelujah

It's worse than the bomb.

It's going to break our eardrums.

With those moves she does...

Same as a dove; the spirit came
down to him and said:

"My beloved son, I put all my trust in you."

After holding a fast for 40 days and nights,
the Devil took him

with him to show him all
the kingdoms and their glory.

I promise you fame and glory.

Take these wings and jump down.

Fans are going to take you
in their hands to avoid

your feet being hurt.

You will not tempt me!

You will hold a fast for 40 days and nights.

Now, make this stone turn to fire!

Men need more than bread.

I'll give you glory if while i'm filming

you fall down to my feet and worship me.

Vade retro satanas.

When I was a kid... Hey, be careful.

When I was a child, I was dreaming that

naked slaves, who were only
wearing a red towel,

were teaching me philosophy.

They were caressing your holy body, huh?

Cleaning up your most dirty corners.

I should eat him.

Completely;
to meld him and myself together.

Things would be easier.

Take care, pal, you must do
what has been wrote.

By the way, how did they met,

Emanou and Dila?

In a billion litres of water.

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

Our illustrious guests
can use anything here.

For true aesthetes...

We are in Babylon.

We have the greatest choices
of character to offer you:

Centurions in a state of grace,
comforting Samaritan girls,

adulterous women ready
to be stoned to death,

and fishermen from the lake of Tiberia.

Everything is yours.

Babylon is always on the cutting edge.

Hallelujah!

Not a light, not a soul. As usual!

Stop complaining and train a bit.

1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2....

Come on. 1, 2, 1, 2. Jump!

Make an effort.
You're going to break every record.

One more ghost cemetery.

We'll never find the one
where Emanou is hiding.

That puts me down in the dumps.

These are deserts forgotten by men.
We'll never find who we're looking for.

Come on. Jump. 1, 2, 1, 2.

"Love each other"...

Great solidarity, absolute availability!

We should eradicate this chaos.

Jump! Come on!

I will crush them like cockroaches...

Find their cemetery.

Come on. Jump. 1, 2, 1, 2.

He mustn't give this last concert.

It would be chaos. The triumph of vice!

Did you hear? Come.

It was too much for him.

He let himself be caught like a swallow.

What a bad trip.

Cops tailing you...

To come upon the cops in a ghost cemetery...

He must have been very stoned.

He was going to the cemetery scared by
the idea of never hearing music again

Anyway the bloody coppers
really snafued him.

They really made a mess of him.

It doesn't matter.

Every single grain of sand
is part of the cemetery.

He wouldn't have been killed
if you had been there.

You are the resurrection.
He who believes in you will never die.

Get up, Lazarus. Stand up and walk.

They've waited too long for their concert.
Now they see miracles everywhere.

I don't believe in this
resurrection of Lazarus.

Wait for the rain.

It will never rain, sweety.

Since the cemetery is there,
and guys like me have been in charge

of it, not a single drop of rain
has fallen from the sky.

It's going to rain.

And Milos will be drowned.

I'm fed up with you and your filthy animal.

Listen carefully;

If your God really existed,
I would go and quietly spit on his boots,

to make them shine.

He really can do everything.

Unless we all dreaming.

Lazarus...

Here, my darling... Come on...

He told them:

"A good tree can't bear bad fruit".

As he was walking down a back-alley,
a blind man came to him:

"Be merciful, son of the light..."

1... Hold tight. 2... Again...

1... Lift it. 2... Come on.

Don't be lazy. You have to lift more weights

or you'll never break the record.

Come on. Once more.

Brush me, my love. Make it shine.

I need it. My giant is crying.

Don't even think about it.
We are the authority.

And anyway, I don't know you, sir.

The Bunker to all squads:

We haven't located Emanou yet.

Don't forget he is a
very dangerous anarchist.

We must arrest him at once.

His death must be an example
for all his accomplices.

I want to sleep.

Smell my candelabra, Lasca.

OK, but only once!

Would I be able to buy
the whole of humanity by myself?

Without anybody's help.

tell that to Centurion.

Are you planning the future
of your protégé?

I'm planning the great sacrifice.

Mine. I would be the real Savior.

I would accomplish my task.

And God knows it's a despicable task.

In 2000 years, I'll be in the latrines of history.

I don't understand a thing.
But I used to know your friend very well

He kicked me out of the Crazy Times...
My temple.

I'm the Devil. I'm the fallen angel.

Go ahead Mr Topé. Drink some good coffee
to forget your bad thoughts.

What is easier?

To tell a paralyzed person:
"It's because of your sins,"

or to tell him: "Stand up, and walk."

Hallelujah. Hallelujah.

The great ecstasy...

You can buy or sell everything.

And make the one of you who never sinned
be the first to throw

a stone at the slut who sells her body.

You're in Babylon!

Dila is held by her pimp, so she sells
her body. But what about you?

It's too hot to be in the game.

And we're lacking music.

You always preferred noise
over being in the game.

Noise is already music.

The old ones are still in the race.
They're all over the fucking place.

Is there an available Chrystler,
I'd like to take a nap.

Over there.

Do you now what he said the other day?

"At the beginning,
God created the sky and earth".

Pretty, don't you think?

The whole thing started like this?

They had explained it to me
in a more complicated way.

All these stories about cosmos...

He also said:

"The everlasting God created man
from the dust of the earth,

and he blew in his hands the breath of life.

And man became a living creature".

I hope we can continue to have fun.

He said:

"We should be as children".

It's going to be difficult.

We'll try.

He took off the bandages
and she was cured.

Hey, Topé.

You know we are the last two

who've kept their eyes open,

in this last shelter
that God shat accidentally

after the cataclysm.

I'm dreaming...

about being attacked by tanks.

They're firing at me.

I'm in the midst of the two armies,
totally naked

and painted green.

I'm slowly falling from the sky.

Everybody hates my guts.

And on top of that, they say I'm a paranoiac.

When are they going to open?

Two more miracles and that's it.

Yeah... I split!

I'm out of here. I'm fed up with all this.

I should have never come here.

I'll be fine when I'll be alone...

There will be nobody there to contradict me.

Nobody to see my weaknesses.

How blissful.

Farewell.

Some lights, at least.

This traitor, Topé, gave us fair information.

We'll make a small celebration for Emanou.

A nice celebration.

Try this.

OK.

With this, they won't notice you.

So. I'm on my way.

It's not finished.

You brought us to the cemetery, but...
If you want, I can tell you a dream.

My mother made me sit on a chair.

The colonel was trying to make a hole
in my head with a lancet.

To remove the stone of madness.

We still don't know where Emanou is hiding.

Emanou? He will be at the
forbidden concert tonight.

He will be the one singing.

I'm going now...

You'll have your money only after.
Cash money.

I promise.
I'm going now. Bye.

We must call headquarters.
There will be no concert.

Don't you think we have better things to do?
No, and no!

It's no good for you and
it will make you weak.

Just a quickie. In your mouth.

The "hula hoop" one is good for me.
I told you no, and no!

Anyway, we have no quiet place to go to.

Hey! This time, I also had a dream.

I dreamt that...

I disowned him three times
before the first cock crowed.

Be good! Be pure!

Emanou really makes miracles.

Yes. To give music and dreams to
thousands of people is a real miracle.

He'll probably do it again.

I hope he won't pay for all of us,
and lose his life.

Stop fucking knocking. I'm here.

You'll break the car.

Don't look at me like this, I'm a civil servant,

but I'm not made of wood.

I'm not like the others, my sweet...

One more shagging couple.

Mister and Madam, please follow me.

We have a car that Mr will enjoy.

Silent mattress, romantic and

if you wish to play the mirror's game,

my wife is at your disposal.

Emanou! Emanou!

Can you hear them? "Emanou! Emanou!"

Actually...

The best way to punish men is to
give them what they ask for.

No, old pal. They want to enjoy.
Here and now.

And during this time,
Emanou is speaking about graciousness.

I don't now...

I want to shout at them: Fuck each other
now, before he fucks you.

Watch your ears: they have walls!

What are you doing here?

The concert is not starting yet.

It'll start soon, but not yet.

Topé, we must save Emanou.
Somebody brought the cops in.

I don't know who fingered him but...

Milos looks happy. It's not good.

I don't trust your lack of belief.

Why?
Because... You're crazy about his guy.

I don't understand
what's so great about him.

On top of that, he's only talking insanities.

He told me my eyes are the same as doves

and my hair is the same as a flock of goats.

My mouth is as a purple line.

My neck is as the tower of David

and my navel is as a wine filled cup.

My breast is the siblings of a gazelle,
sleeping in the lilies.

It's going to rain.

It's going to rain!

This guy is awesome. I'll always be
the first to stand beside him.

The first one is Dila.

A lot of firsts will be lasts.

And a lot of lasts will be firsts.

What's the use for men to win the world?

If they win they destroy their own life.

I won't be able stay here
anymore after the concert.

Later... Every time you eat bread,

you will think about me.

I just heard him!

He was sitting at the table with his
open-mouthed fans.

"I'm not only the voice,
the truth, and the life,

I'm also love and freedom!", and so on...

He's everything!

How dares he!

And then after, he had a great thought:

"The absolute and without ulterior motive,
renunciation of violence

is the necessary condition to
the survival of humanity".

He's too much, huh?

To be too much is like
starting to create, no?

When my dog was watching me
sitting still in the shadows,

he used to bring me a rabbit's foot.

I was tying the foot with a string
and making him run.

He had strange jumps, it was funny.

But one day, he stopped.

He stared at me and I understood

that he was bored of running

and was doing it only to please me.

What are you saying? I'm fed up
with these parables of yours!

Can you explain yourself
just one fucking time?

What's this dog story? Who is this dog?

Is that you? Is that Emanou?

I split... Hey! You know what he also said?

That he was going to wash their feet!

I'm going somewhere else.
And I won't be coming back.

And he said:

"I won't be with you for much longer.

You are going to cry, and to feel sorry,
as a woman giving birth.

But after she gives birth,
she will forget the pain.

I achieved the work I was supposed to do."

I heard they are going to arrest Emanou.
No. He's getting ready for the concert.

It rained yesterday.

I don't want you to touch me anymore.

That's something new!

I want to be a virgin for the concert.

They're going to send
the squads immediately!

Not yet. There's more important
things down here.

And when it'll come, spread it all over,
even on the ears!

It's the last time. You're going to be sick!

Once again!
You're lecherous! Lewd!

Fodère! Listen to him! Listen to me!

It's fucking obvious!

What he says is so simple.

It's so simple even a five year old
kid could understand.

Excuse me but, the two concert organizers

are here for you.

For me?
Yes.

They fuck so much they don't know
what that's all about, anymore.

The concert is going to start,
you must call the Bunker.

We must be ready when Topé fingers him.

One more time. Just one more,

I swear.

Do me the same as last.

And press with your thumbs. It's burning me.

OK. But it's the last time.
Don't ask me anything after that.

Fuck ! Stop that.

Have you seen this little prick?

What do you want?

He's a real pain in the ass, isn't he, Lasca?
What?

I you want to catch him, it's now or never.

I'll go close to him...

and I'll kiss him... And he's yours.

We'll give you the money only
at this moment. Go now.

Hey! Listen to me! Hey!

Calm down calm down I need to speak.

Your Emanou is going to come,

to give a forbidden concert.

But, don't destroy what belongs to the
community, you social misfits.

I dreamt...

You dream too much, and always
about the same thing. Always

about the garden of delights.
And you spread apart while people

stick roses up your arse.

Piss off, Fodère.
You'll never understand anything.
You're not an artist. You're a lout.

It's hard to redeem humanity all by yourself.

You want me to tell you the truth?

Your concert will never happen.

And I'm sure they're going to
pay me with a rubber cheque.

They'll never understand me.

I will be misunderstood.

History is going to rip me to shreds.

Tiossido and Lasca calling for the Bunker.
Can you read me?

We have found the place
where Emanou is hiding.

I'm on my way.

Mystical young woman...
Always more beautiful...

And Emanou said:
"You send them prophets and apostles,

and they will persecute them.
Father, why did you abandon me?

The time has come.
I'll drink the chalice to the dregs but

I'd like it to be quick."

Emanou is coming to give his concert!

He unveiled all the secret things
since the creation of the world.

He is the light and the one who'll follow him

will leave all darkness.

With him, I feel as protected as
a little girl under a mushroom.

He is our horizon, our dream!

They knelt him down
and they flagellated him.

I fingered the son of man by a kiss.
They didn't pay me cash

as agreed, but with a rubber cheque.

It's my sacrifice that will save them.

But they'll never understand.

They put a crown of thorns on his head.

According to the custom,
they could release a prisoner,

and there was a famous one,
a bandit called Barabal,

who invented a torture place
called a 'gulag'.

Who are you going to save?
Barabal or Emanou?

Barabal! Barabal!

But he had said:
"My kingdom is not of this world."

They drew lots for his clothes.

This is how what was told was fulfilled,
they shared his clothes.

And he proclaimed:
"Eli Eli, lema sabachtani?" which means:

"My God, my God,
why have you abandoned me?"

He left earth and was taken to heaven.