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The PORTRAIT of DORIANA GRAY

For as long as I can remember I've been living in this chateau,

where everything seems as though it has never been touched by the outside world.

In the early mornings when I go for walks in the park,

after long, lonely, dreamless nights,

I hear no human voices,

only the laughter of the mocking bird.

What does this sinister laugh remind me of?

The human being whose life is so closely linked to mine.

My spitting image,

who has been locked away in some distant asylum

under medical surveillance since her birth...

A shadow I am equally unable to rid myself of, as of my own.

The longing that has taken hold of me since I've known of this girl's existence,

Who outwardly bears a perfect resemblance to me,

constantly draws me to the seashore.

I look in to the still water for hours

in which I expect to see the decay of my beauty.

Now that fate has ordained me to be inactive,

Waiting has become my sole occupation.

An eternal too and fro between lethal boredom and wild desire

which I will never be able to explain.

I'm not scared of the mirror,

which might reveal my captivating beauty to be changing.

I'm only afraid of this girl who seems untouched

by the outside world.

Sister loves Doriana

Go to sleep

Little Doriana

when you're grown up, you'll be like Venus

The breasts shimmer like pearls on the marble-cool skin

When you're grown you will glide

Down the white, sweeping staircase

But you won't be a bride

You'll be an old maid, ha ha.

Old maid.

Sister loves Doriana.

When you're grown you'll have a little mound

And snow white legs.

But you won't have a man.

Come on in.

Good morning my gorgeous, horny bird of paradise,

with your beautiful, long, colourful, streaming feathers.

So, did we sleep well last night?

How are you doing?

Awful. How do you expect me to sleep, when I long to lie in your arms.

That will pass.

Never.

No. Stay here. I beg you to stay.

Don't leave. Stay and look. Look here, look.

I have a little mound and a valley deeper than the village well.

And breasts you could crack an egg on.

Yes...yes!

But no one to touch it, sister.

Oh, my little pussy.

I'm afraid I really have to go now.

I thank you for staying. You're so kind.

I'll come around again, later.

Sister love, go to sleep

When you're grown you'll be like Venus.

My magazine's editorial department has sent me abroad once again,

in search of extraordinary women who have extraordinary lives.

The wildest rumours about a certain Lady Doriana Gray

had spread all the way to New York.

It was easy to find the magnificent family estate

the spoiled millionairess lived on, in complete seclusion.

People are more than eager to tell a foreign journalist all they know,

hoping to find their names mentioned in an international tabloid.

And in this case, they hope to see a secret unveiled.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Is anyone home?

Hello?

Who's there? Come on in.

Go ahead

Good morning.

Excuse me for bursting in like this,

The doors were open.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm from the editorial office of the 'Women of Today' magazine.

I suppose you know it.

I don't read any magazines.

We're dedicated to the women's liberation movement.

May I ask you a few questions?

What kind of questions?

Our readers want to know who you are.

Why you, a millionairess, live alone, as a recluse from the outside world.

That is of no one's concern.

It is of ours, because you are an emancipated woman.

And because our readers know that you prefer lesbian love.

And that you have succeeded in barring male influence from your life.

Also the rumours about your mystery are of great interest.

Your life is said to be linked to a great secret.

Apparently, there exists a woman who has a striking resemblance to you

and who is, even more than you, secluded from the rest of the world.

Yes, but how is it anybody is interested in her?

Is your magazine intent on her story...or mine?

I want to challenge the assumptions of the tabloids.

To do so, I need facts.

Rumour has it that she is a twin sister of yours

and that you keep her locked away against her will,

because you cannot bear the thought of there being

another person who looks like you.

Whose beauty, however, could be less fragile than yours.

- Nothing but fairy tales. - OK but tell me,

Is this girl in the clinic of the mysterious Dr. Orloff, your sister?

Is she insane? Is she a nymphomaniac?

Your questions... touch on personal secrets...

Which have cast a shadow on my life since birth...

and become my fate.

Couldn't you be convinced to answer them for me?

If you decided to stay for a few day, maybe.

You'd be my guest.

Gladly.

Come along.

Lady Gray...

Permit me a question.

How old are you?

I'm endowed with an unlimited lust for pleasure,

which is the secret to eternal youth.

You radiate the charm of youth and the melancholy of experience.

Most admirable.

Maybe.

In this book you will find the detailed history of my ancestors.

In each generation you will discover the name...Doriana.

There were always daughters in your family?

Yes.

So your name is a tradition?

For centuries it was the name for a common spirit blended into one being.

Excuse me, I'm suddenly feeling very tired.

Oh, do I talk too much? You're used to being alone.

I don't live alone.

I live with my servant, Cyrus.

But the love of a man has no appeal for me.

I know only the bodily desire for women.

And you always give in?

Yes, always.

After having finally discovered the true nature of my sensuality.

The last time... I don't remember when.

It was a crude girl.

It had been raining for days.

And after the storm had torn me from my shallow sleep every night

I fled from the chateau and rented a suite in a hotel.

It was midnight.

A gust of wind had blown open the windows.

I lay awake, when suddenly I heard a knock at my door.

Somebody had obviously come to the wrong room.

- What is it? - I'm sorry...

but I somehow had to approach you.

And I thought I might be successful at this hour.

May I enter?

Come in.

- I hope you don't feel I'm intruding? - No. Please, have a seat.

That's very kind of you.

And what can I do for you?

You see I'm an artist. I have been for seven years.

And I've tried out almost everything.

I was in heaps of porno flicks, and nude shows with live banging, you know?

The window, excuse me.

Yeah, and loads of photos. Hardcore, all different positions and what not.

I really didn't leave anything untried, as they say, ha ha.

You've picked the wrong person.

I don't do photos.

Obviously that's not what I was thinking of.

A lady who is as smart as you are,

and owns a huge publishing house for erotic memoirs.

You have a reputation to lose, Madame Lolita.

Tell me, have we ever met before?

No, not until right now, but you're an ambitious bird, and so am I.

Ah...

And I figure...

you could do something for me.

And what would that be? Do you write erotic memoirs?

Oh, come on, you've got to be kidding.

No, I was thinking of a management position.

But if I go to see the head of a publishing house,

he'll want to nail me and that makes me sick.

But since you're a lesbian...

and I'm a lesbian too, we might have a deal.

I'll do whatever you want, if you'll excuse me.

Alright. I'll put your abilities to the test right now.

Will you really do whatever I want?

Yes of course.

Come along then.

Stay where you are

So I can judge your figure.

Come closer.

That'll do.

That's OK. Not at all bad.

Take that horrible dress off. Go on!

Not bad.

You may come to me now.

Come here.

You want me to light you up like a match?

Warm you up?

It's wonderful to stroke your skin.

And now I'm gonna show you how horny I can make you.

Yes...

Yes...

You have the greatest tits I've ever touched.

They're like marble.

Feel me?

Yes...

I'm gonna make you come.

I want to kiss you.

Yes.

Yes, kiss me.

You must be a witch.

It is so...nice.

Without you this would've been a wasted night.

The next morning a huge scandal erupted at the hotel.

I was about to go and see her to give her a cheque...

and explain to her she'd got the wrong room number

and that I wasn't Madame Lolita.

When I heard she'd been found in the elevator.

Dead!

No indication of a violent crime.

No signs of physical abuse.

I left the hotel immediately.

In all her crudity she was still something of an artist.

She had the ability to serve.

Do you think she killed herself?

No.

But that didn't interest me either way.

It was over.

Wasn't it.

Cyrus is an excellent cook.

Did you enjoy your food?

I only noticed how hungry I was when I started eating.

Thank you.

Excuse me. May I have a glass of water?

Cyrus can not answer you. He's dumb.

He's dumb?

He was a singer in a country in which they tear out people's tongues

and put them in camps...

if they demand freedom in their songs and poems.

But you wanted to hear something about my twin sister.

After our birth we were separated forcefully.

By way of an operation.

Then by mistake they cut through some of our nerve fibres.

In my case, all my sexual sensitivity was completely destroyed.

My sister lost her mind.

Do you understand now... why I live in such total seclusion?

Yes, to an extent.

Thank you, Cyrus.

You're the first person I've ever confided in.

Tell me, why is it you chose to be a journalist?

Because it allows...

me to...

meet...

people like you.

People like me?

I want to be...

alone for an hour, I'll be in the park.

- Doriana. - Yes?

Cyrus...

my darling...

You must help me, I feel the evil rising in me again.

My cravings get stronger the more I give into them.

They're consuming me...

My new force...I need you.

Sister love

When you're grown you'll be like Venus

Your breasts will glisten like pearls...

...on your cool, marble, white skin

Veiled in your blue gowns

You'll come gliding down the sweeping staircase

But you won't be a bride

You'll be an old maid

An old maid

Sister loves Doriana

Go to sleep

Yes?

Is somebody there?

No?

Your rainbow coloured eyes

Dive into the blinding light

Your hands wave like a bird's wings

But they cannot grasp the stars

When you're grown you'll play ball with my breasts

Your cushions rub against your gowns

Take them off and welcome desire

Cyrus, you old slut!

The sun is bright and shining and I came here as quickly as I could.

Finally we'll be able to make love in the morning.

At first, I didn't understand your servility to Lady Doriana.

A weird relationship you guys have.

As though you had a mutual skeleton in your closet.

Is that all you have to offer the love of your life? Lighting games!

I suppose romance doesn't do it for you any longer, huh?

You just fiddle around with your electronic contraptions.

Next you're gonna end up in the nut house.

Yes, you are!

You old fool.

Your cushions rub against your gowns.

Take them off and welcome desire.

And when you're grown open your loins.

Open your loins.

Welcome desire.

Finally!

Cyrus

You? What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Cyrus.

And I might ask what are you doing.

I came to see your servant. We're friends.

There's nothing to be said against it, is there?

Of course not!

That's OK.

- I find you very attractive. - Yes...

I'm sorry. I'm not interested in women. Unfortunately.

A pity.

Really...I...

No!

You're hurting me.

You're hurting me!

I don't want it

No! Go away!

Go away!

Leave!

Thank you Cyrus.

Help!

Help!

Help me!

Help me doc!

- Help me! - What's wrong?

Come in, nurse.

Whom do you want us to help?

Are you not feeling well?

You were screaming so loud.

She came in and we did it right here.

Who do you mean?

The gorgeous blonde, who'll let anybody bang her.

- My dear child... - She won't be doing it any more.

She bit her to death.

Just a moment.

You get some rest now.

A massive attack.

One ampoule of Valium.

We'll help you.

Just relax.

You look sad, Doriana.

Can I do anything for you?

Hardly.

You're probably confusing sadness with boredom.

Surely you don't know the tedium which befalls those who have...

...everything.

It's dreadful.

The only thing I think about is whether life has

wilder pleasures to offer than those I already know.

Have you ever considered that there might be something that can't be had for money?

That shouldn't be made too much of.

If you had ever known love, you wouldn't see it that way.

I've known love in every shape and form...

but I will always be owed the one thing which I can not reach.

I hinted at the calamity of my birth. That will have to suffice.

I don't believe that you have no hope of finding happiness.

I refuse to accept that.

Oh...

And you hold the recipe?

You read too many books.

Ah...

They tell one that love has nothing to do with bodily satisfaction.

But again and again I find that to be a cruel lie.

But love should come naturally to you.

You enchant everyone with your beauty.

What good does that do me?

The poor little thing in the clinic who's lost her mind is better off than I am.

Perhaps.

Why should fulfillment not be possible for you?

I seek in vain...

I will never be able to achieve bodily fulfillment .

And what makes it worse, is that I am fully aware of the fact.

No. I am certain that she is happier than I am.

When was the last time you saw her?

The last time?

I never see her.

Don't you want to see her? Or speak to her?

Maybe this is what you're missing.

Maybe it would make you happy.

Why should I be happy to meet someone who bears me a perfect likeness?

And yet has no similarity with me, whatsoever.

You don't wish to meet her because you are afraid that

her beauty could be less transitory than yours.

I can tell you consider yourself a real intellectual.

Maybe.

I'm not afraid of the passage of time. Not even that.

Now you'll say any woman is afraid her beauty might be spoiled.

You're not any woman. That much I now know.

And I know that you're right.

That I should go and see her.

And I shall go.

Even if it means a sacrifice?

No matter...I must finally learn...

To face myself.

Ah...come here, come and see me..

Come here, come here.

I'm waiting for you, Doriana.

Doriana.

Come.

I want to ride the ultimate wave.

Doriana...

I knew you would come.

Darling.

Doriana.

Come.

Stay Doriana.

Doriana

Ah...injection.

There you are.

You sexy thing

Here, here.

Come.

I'll show you something nice.

Come, come!

Come on.

I need some.

Hey, I've been practising a lot.

Let's get it on.

I want to mount you.

Don't be coy.

I know it's there.

That animal in your loins.

Yes!

That's very nice. That's good.

Oh, I want to get under that dress.

Come here...you bird of paradise.

Thank you.

That's nice.

You can rest assured, I won't tell anyone.

I'll keep quiet...

no matter what you do with me.

I'll keep so quiet.

Your lips are like rose petals.

What are you doing?

Wait.

Oh yes...

Now they're playing together. The pussies.

Oh I'm coming already

No, wait.

Wait a little bit longer.

You come to.

I always come when you come.

Yes...

Yes...

I'm coming inside.

Inside!

Good thing you're here Lady Gray. We're concerned about her.

My lady, you have a visitor.

Yes.

At last she's here.

It's so good that she's here now.

You shouldn't have waited so long. It's nearly too late...Doriana.

Please leave us alone now.

Call me if you need any help.

Doriana, where were you?

For years and years I've been hoping you would finally come

and look yourself in the face.

So you'd understand that we are inseparable.

Because the pleasures your loins seek in vain, I invariably feel in mine.

The lethal agony your victims experience, is my sensual climax.

I knew that.

And that's why you decided to come see me?

To inflict vengeance and agony on me?

Today through you I'll experience the desire, the joy, the mortal pain.

So you know what will happen?

I do, and I've been waiting for it.

I shall be destroyed.

This picture of blossoming youth will crumble.

Your mirror image.

There's nothing I can do to prevent you from doing it.

It is the destiny of all beauty to be destroyed.

And you will finally see me fulfilled with love and desire.

I...thank you.

And...now I want to make...love to you.

You're a wonderful girl.

Come here.

I'm melting with desire!

Yes.

You're so beautiful.

Here!

Never.

Doriana.

No.

Come Doriana.

Come.

Doctor Orloff!

Yes, Lady Gray?

She's so quiet, I think she may have passed out.

She's suffered a lot lately.

She isn't unconscious...

She's dead.

How refreshing this is.

I'm coming.

So you'll feel me.

My crazy little sister.

Subtitles: Corvusalbus and Suckmysound