All language subtitles for Die Marquise von Sade 1976

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.