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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 morning 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 it remind me of?

This inhuman laugh?

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 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,

draws me always to the sea.

For hours on end I gaze at the still water,

in which I expect to see reflected the decline of my beauty.

As destiny has condemned me to idleness.

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 afraid only of this girl

who seems untouched by the outside world.

Sister loves Doriana Go to sleep

Little Doriana

When you're grown You'll be like Venus

Your breasts will glisten like pearls

On your cool, marble skin

When you're grown you will glide

Down the white, marble staircase

But you won't be a bride You'll be an old maid

Old maid

Sister loves Doriana

When you're grown You'll have a little mouth

And snow white legs

But not any 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, look. Look here, look.

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

And breasts you could crack an egg on.

But no one to touch it, sister.

My little pussy cat.

I'm afraid I really have to go now.

So kind. Thank you for staying.

I'll come around again, later.

Thank you.

Sister mine 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

have 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 an American 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.

Good morning.

Excuse me for intruding like this,

but the doors were open.

No worries. That's fine.

I'm an editor of Women of Today magazine I assume you've heard of it?

I don't read magazines.

We're dedicated to the emancipated women.

- May I ask you a few questions? - What sort?

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's ours, because you're 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 is 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 that anyone 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 is locked away against her will,

you cannot bear the thought of there being another person who looks like you.

Whose beauty 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 with me.

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.

And 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 feeling very tired suddenly.

- Do I talk too much? - You're used to being alone.

I don't live alone. I live with my servant Ziros.

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

I know only the bodily desire for women.

- And you gave in? - Yes, always.

After having finally discovered the true nature of my sensuality.

The last time, I don't remember when.

It was a primitive girl.

It had been raining for days.

After the storm had torn me from my shallow sleep,

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 come in?

The door is open.

- I hope I'm not intruding? - No. Please have a seat.

That's very kind of you.

- And what can I do for you? - I'm an artist.

I have been for 7 years.

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.

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

You've picked the wrong person I don't do photos.

Obviously that's not what I was thinking of.

A lady as clever as you,

who owns a huge publishing house for erotic memoirs

You have a reputation to lose, Madame Lolita.

Tell me, we haven't met before?

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

And I figure you could do something for me.

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

You've got to be kidding.

No, I was thinking of a management position.

But the head of a publishing house,

he'll want to nail me.

But since you're a lesbian

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

I'll do whatever you want.

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

Will you really do whatever I want?

- Yes of course. - Come with me.

Stay where you are, by the curtain so I can judge your figure.

Come nearer.

That's enough.

OK. Not that bad at all.

Now get that dreadful dress off. Come on.

Not bad.

You may come to me now.

Come on.

You want me to light you up like a match?

You want me to heat your skillet?

It's wonderful to stroke your skin.

And now I'll show you how horny I can make you.

Yes...

You have the greatest tits I've ever touched.

They're like marble.

Do you feel me?

I'm gonna make you come.

I'll kiss you.

Yes, kiss me, my sweet.

You must be a witch.

The next morning a huge scandal erupted at the hotel.

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

and to explain she'd got the wrong room.

and that I wasn't Madame Lolita.

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

Dead!

No indications 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.

Ziros is a fabulous cook.

Did you enjoy your food?

It wasn�t until I started eating that I realised how hungry I was.

Thank you. Excuse me. May I have a glass of water?

Ziros cannot answer you. He's dumb.

- He can't speak? - He was a singer in a country

where they cut out his tongue and locked him in prison.

If your songs of poetry call for freedom.

But you wanted to find out something about my twin sister.

At birth we were virtually separated...

through an operation.

Unfortunately some of our nerve fibre damaged.

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

My sister, her mind.

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

Yes, to an extent.

Thank you, Ziros.

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

Tell me, why did you choose to be a journalist?

Because it allows...

me to...

to meet...

people like you.

People like me?

I want to be alone for an hour.

I'll be in the park.

- Doriana. - Yes?

Ziros...

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 up

Then you'll be like Venus

Your breasts will glisten like pearls

From your cool, marble, white skin

Veils and your blue gown

You'll come gliding Over the marble, gleaming 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 winding night

Your hands wave like a bird's wing

But they cannot grasp the stars

When you're grown Then you'll play my breasts

Your cushions soft against your dress

Ziros, my love!

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

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

I trust I didn't understand your servility towards Lady Doriana.

A weird relationship you guys have.

As though you had a mutual skeleton in your closet.

Is that all to offer the love of your life?

Lighting games?

I suppose romance doesn't do it any longer.

You just fiddle around with your electronic contraptions.

You'll end up in the nut house.

You are...

You old fool.

Finally!

You? What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Ziros.

But the real question is: What are you doing here?"

I came to visit your servant, your friends!

- Nothing can be said against that! - No, of course not!

OK? I find you very attractive.

I'm sorry. I'm not into women.

Pity.

Really, I don't...

Help me, doc.

- Help me! - What's wrong?

Come here, nurse.

Who do you want us to help? Aren't you feeling well?

- You were screaming so loud. - She came in and we did it right here.

Who?

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.

Get some sleep now.

A massive attack. Give her some 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.

Dreadful.

The only thing I think about is whether life has wilder pleasures

to offer than those I already know.

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

That shouldn't be overrated.

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

I've know love in all forms...

but I'll be always owed the one thing I cannot reach.

I hinted at the calamity of my birth.

That will have to suffice.

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

I refuse to accept that.

And you hold the recipe?

You read too many books.

They say 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?

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

Why should fulfillment not be possible for you?

I seek in vain...

The bodily fulfillment I will never be able to achieve.

And what is worse, I'm fully aware of the fact.

No. I'm certain she's 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 this 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 her beauty could be less transitory than yours.

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 you're right. That I should go see her.

And I shall go.

Even if it means a sacrifice?

No matter. I must finally learn...

To face myself.

Come here, Sister come to me here.

Come here, come here.

I'm waiting for you, Come, Doriana.

Doriana, come.

I want to ride on the ultimate wave.

Doriana...

I knew you would come.

Darling.

There you are.

Sexy thing. Here.

Come. I'll show you something nice.

I need you.

You look good.

I feel so horny.

Come, come, bird of paradise.

Thank you. That's nice of you.

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.

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

Milady, 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 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'll 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 person.

Come here.

I'm melting with desire!

Yes.

You're so beautiful.

Here!

Doctor Orloff!

Yes, Lady Gray?

She fell 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.

Someone who'll feel me.

My crazy little sister.

Subtitles: Corvusalbus