All language subtitles for Libido

"What I intend with the term 'libido' is
the quantitative expression of the

energy of all those tendencies emerging
from the murky sea of the subconscious.

All this can be summed up in
our definition of 'love',

which is a range of impulses
that Plato defined as 'Eros',

and that Paul the Apostle praised
in his epistle to the Corinthians.

Such tendencies might be
negatively influenced,

generating a guilt complex
into an individual.

Said complex can mostly appear in the
period between birth and puberty,

as childhood traumas can easily alter
an adult individual's 'libido',

as well as influencing or
changing one's sexual dynamics."

You've been annoying me with that radio
for eight hours.

There it is.

A few more minutes in here and I wouldn't
be able to stand up straight anymore.

Who lives here now?

No one, dear.

I've been keeping an
eye on this house

ever since the death of Christian's
father, twenty years ago.

Well, I'm sure someone
lives in the house.

Christian, we can leave right away
if you wish.

It smells mouldy.

- The light switch should be...
- Let me handle it.

Shame on you.

They used to paint really big bums.

I'll get our
luggage from the car.

Those who are about
to die salute you.

What are you doing? Come here.

It's a beautiful house.

I hope I brought everything.

After that hotel we passed, there's
nothing for thirty kilometres.

Last time I was here I forgot the salt
and ate bland food for three days.

We'll need a couple days to check
everything before we call the contractors.

Part of the roof
needs fixing.

It's a waste of money. I'm selling it.

It's still your father's house.

House, plot, mansion... I'm selling.

That's how it is.

Fine. You'll inherit it all once you're
twenty-five. Then you can do as you please.

Right now I'm still the sole
administrator of this estate.

I'll repair the house as necessary,
just as I do every year.

I'm an old-fashioned fellow.
I get very attached to things.

Everything you'll inherit will be in
perfect working order, like your father wanted.

What I want is the only
thing that matters now.

Only three months
to go, my friend.

It will be a pleasure not
having you around any more.

Mind what you say. A lot can happen in three
months.

See? He's openly threatening me.

You insulted him.

He's never been the same since
he married that woman.

Mirrors everywhere.

And a bed, too.

- How wonderful.
- Get away from there.

- Why? This room's so sexy.
- I'll tell you later.

So many Brigittes.

It feels like I'm inside a diamond.

Can we sleep here?

Why not.

Did I do something wrong?

You couldn't have done worse
if you tried.

One of these days I'll
scratch her eyes out.

She acts so aloof just
because she married him.

When he was a child, Christian saw his
father kill a woman in this very room.

Was he a sex maniac?

I prepared these two rooms for us.
They're facing each other.

Or would you rather we sleep
together while we're here?

If you don't want to
be alone, I could...

We can sleep in my room,
if that's acceptable to you.

I'm not afraid.

I've seen the way you look at me.
All of you.

I'm not afraid, and I'm sick
of being treated like a cripple.

But perhaps

you're all afraid of me.

Mrs Coreau, my apologies.
Brigitte didn't know.

We'd better keep
this room locked.

We can use another one.

No, you can stay here. We shouldn't let
Christian think we're so worried about him.

How do I look?

Are you angry with me?

No, I could never
be angry with you.

Unzip me, then.

Don't do anything without asking
me first. Keep that in mind.

Why? Is Christian unwell?

No, but it's his first
time back in this house.

Are you asleep?

I can't sleep.

It didn't feel right coming back here.

But I'm feeling better now.

I remember every detail.

This furniture.

This vile rubbish.

But it's all very valuable.

I'm oppressed by it.

Only because it brings
bad memories for you.

Perhaps.

I'd never be able to
stay here without you.

Of course, dear.
But now you should rest.

We're in your father's house.

I'm not like my father.

My God, I don't want
to be like my father.

It's you.

You look better with
your hair down.

You should always wear
it like that, Madam.

It makes you look younger.

I didn't mean it like that.

You expressed yourself
quite clearly.

I'm going to sunbathe for a while.

She really is a little girl.

Excuse me.

Would you like some more?

- What's that?
- Where?

Here.

I don't know. I must have
scratched myself while I was asleep.

Is this where Christian's
father jumped?

Maybe.

What do you mean?

They never found the body,
just his shirt covered in blood.

What are you doing?

Are you jealous?

Did you see Christian
when you took off your robe?

He didn't even dare
to look at you.

He's been acting strange
ever since we arrived.

I think he's afraid he could
turn out like his father.

You think he'd be dangerous?

I certainly hope
not, although...

Well, Doctor Berge hasn't ruled out that
coming back to this old house could

reawaken his childhood
trauma and damage his mind.

- Isn't Helene afraid of that?
- She's different.

Helene is a intelligent lady who
knows what she wants in life.

I'm counting on their marriage.

It won't take long to
discover if I'm wrong.

- How long?
- The three days we'll spend here.

Christian doesn't know I'm
the reason he met Helene.

And that's a good excuse
to stop me from sunbathing?

Brigitte, wait.

What's wrong with you?

Brigitte. Watch your step.

Where are you going?

I'm hiding, so Christian
won't catch me.

Shall we start with the
inventory?

Why don't you join
me in the sun?

- Aren't you afraid?
- Of what?

Of falling.

Forgive me.
I'm such a fool.

These cliffs don't frighten me.

Not anymore.

It's been almost twenty years.

I'll tell you...

I used to play
here all the time.

When my father was alive.

There was a nest of
seagulls in the rocks.

It's nice here.

You feel like you want
to let yourself go.

Down there,
in that white foam...

It seems so peaceful.

It's called ‘the fascination
of the abyss’.

You know I own all this land?

I'm aware how
Rich you are.

I could gift it all to you.

All of it?

What will you do in three months
time, after I fire Paul?

You're going to fire him?

It's up to him to decide if you
get the inheritance.

Is that what he told you?

I thought so. That's I came here

The house looks just
like it did twenty years ago.

Was this Christian's room?

Yes, he used it whenever he
came to visit his father.

Christian was holding that when

I found him passed out in
front of the mirror room.

I doubt he remembers it, but seeing
this toy again might traumatise him.

He mustn't see or hear it.

- Where's Christian?
- He went upstairs to get his cigarettes.

Well I never.

I'll be right back.

When are we leaving
this boring house?

No, don't move the pieces,
dear. I'm winning.

- What happened?
- The study. Come, quick.

This chair was moving by itself.

Moving as if someone
had just got up.

And that pipe was lit.

I saw smoke coming
out of it, I swear.

Where are Paul and Brigitte?

In the living room.

Were they always with you?

Of course.

Then there's someone
else in this house.

You must have imagined it, darling.
It's cold.

Cold.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Good move, Mrs. Coreau.

But not good enough.

There.

But why?

How can her small piece
take one of your big ones?

Mr. Christian, care for a bourbon?

Shall we do something as well?

Such as?

I don't know.

Why are you laughing?

Do you wear long
Johns or briefs?

Me? Briefs.

What a pity those sexy long
Johns have gone out of fashion.

That's why you married
such an unfashionable fellow?

Who? Paul?

If you only knew how
much I love him.

I just couldn't
live without him.

It was love at first sight.

Well, that's nice.

Will you give me a light?

You know, I'd like
to make love to you.

What's going on?

I don't know.

I saw you and Paul
in the mirror room.

I saw your body reflected a
thousand times in the mirrors.

It was my father who
had that room built.

He would bring
beautiful women like you there.

He would tie them to that bed before
indulging in his fits of insanity.

He was sick.

Simple pleasures were never enough.

The last one was
blonde, just like you.

One day I heard her screaming.

And then I watched her die.

I'll never forget it.

And when I saw you yesterday,

well, for a moment I
felt like my father.

I felt the desire to hold you. Hurt you.

Let go of me.

Are you afraid of the storm?

- Follow me, hurry.
- Where?

I saw someone there.
I'm sure of it.

He was wearing a cloak,
just like my father did.

I'm cold, Christian.

Listen.

- I'm frightened.
- Come.

Look.

My father's boots.

Somebody must have used them
to go out into the garden.

We'll ask Paul in the morning.

Of course, he must have
taken them to alarm me.

Haven't you noticed
how he stares at me?

He's been administering my
money for twenty years,

and now he can't stand the idea
that it's going to end.

He wants to drive me insane
because of a clause in the will.

I'll inherit it all once
I turn twenty-five,

but only if I'm of
sound body and mind.

- He's capable of killing me.
- That's nonsense.

But he underestimated me.

I brought this.

Give me that pistol.

I'm keeping it.

I have too much respect for Paul Benoît to believe
he'd be capable of something like that.

He's always been like
a father to you.

Don't you ever forget that.

Stop dwelling on such thoughts.

To keep the inheritance,
he'd also have to kill me.

I'm your wife, after all.

Don't go, Helene.

Stay with me.

I'm not leaving.

I'll stay right here with you.

I woke Mr. Paul to ask
him about the boots.

He borrowed them.

I was going to tell you
as soon as you woke up.

That's right, I took them.

I had to step outside to
turn off my car's headlights.

Of course you did, Paul.

Just like you happen to smoke my
father's pipe from time to time.

I can't take this anymore.

Everything's going to be fine,
but we need to act soon.

Any news?

We've decided on
tomorrow afternoon.

If you insist.

I'll be outside.

It's only noon.

No morning coffee?

I'm going into town.
Do you need anything?

Two batteries
for my radio.

I'd like to join you. I have
some shopping to do.

Just one moment, I'll be right down.

- I won't be long.
- Mind my nails, I just painted them.

Bye, darling.

See you later.

Those two make an
odd couple?

Paul's always talking
about Helene.

Helene this and Helene
that, you know.

He's always been like that, even
when she was his secretary.

You're mistaken. He only met
Helene after I married her.

No, they've known
each other for years.

"General De Gaulle has inspected
the army today, finding that..."

Where's Helene?

Has Paul got the
batteries for my radio?

What is it?

What happened?

What's wrong?

Stop acting like a fool, Christian.

Don't order me around, Paul Benoît.

You, my kind and wise tutor.

You, who had me tested and prodded
at a mental hospital every year.

All to remind me I was a maniac's son and
that one day I'd end up like my father.

But you got it all wrong, Paul.

Then you started worrying you
wouldn't be able to pull off your scheme.

The thought of giving up the money you
now considered yours was too hard?

What were you hoping to gain
by taking Helene away from me?

You even used
Brigitte.

You married her just because she looks
like the woman my father killed.

But your plan failed, because
I'm nothing like my father.

I won't let you get your hands on my
money, Paul. I'll kill you first.

- No, Christian.
- Shut up.

You're even worse than he is.

You're part of the
conspiracy against me.

Why, Helene? How could you?

You've forced me
to kill you both.

Stop looking at me like that.

I saw you coming out of
that hotel with him.

- Acting like a whore.
- What are you talking about?

How could you think
so little of me?

Yes, I lied, but only
to save you from madness.

I went to that hotel to
wait for Doctor Berge.

No, Paul, don't try to stop me.
I have to tell him.

Doctor? Why do
I need a doctor?

What do you mean?

Why a doctor?

You gave me these
bruises, Christian. Last night.

We didn't want to tell you
before consulting Doctor Berge.

Paul and I asked
him to come here.

You've changed since
returning to this house.

You came into my
room every night,

with a wild expression on your
face, acting like a madman.

You thought you were George
Coreau, Christian. Your father.

You took pleasure in hurting me.

And then, the next morning,
you'd forgotten everything.

You've started to lose
touch with reality.

You've started hallucinating.

You even believed your father was
still wandering around this house.

But it was you, Christian.
It was you.

But the boots,

the footprints.

You saw those footprints. We
went to the garden together.

No, it was you who
used those boots.

It was you who brought your father
back to life in this ghastly house.

It wasn't us who
changed, Christian.

- No.
- You knew it all along, but didn't want to admit it.

You kept clinging to your
insane suspicions about Paul.

You kept looking to solve a problem
that was all in your mind.

Stop.

- Calm yourself.
- We better take him to his room.

- Quick, help me.
- I'm cold.

- Help me carry him.
- Let's get him out of here.

- I'm cold.
- You'll be fine, my love.

- I'm so cold.
- Everything will be fine.

- Calm down.
- Put him down.

It will be over soon.

- Come, drink this.
- So cold.

Calm yourself, we'll leave immediately.

Calm down. Please,
try to calm down.

Poor Christian.

I shouldn't have told him.

But when he thought
that we were...

I just couldn't
resist any longer.

I just couldn't keep quiet, and
now I've lost him forever.

We shouldn't have
brought him here.

He wanted to come, but we
shouldn't have allowed it.

Even if he felt it was
a test he had to take.

I almost started to hate him,
during the nights we spent here.

Then, in the morning, he became so
innocent and quiet all over again.

Poor Christian.

No, you're not to blame. It's been
my fault from the very beginning.

Perhaps I was too apprehensive.

I couldn't imagine he'd
start doubting me as well,

not after I had him visited by so many
different doctors to cure his trauma.

There's no point in crying
over our mistakes now.

I knew I was right to be so worried when
you told me about his first crisis.

He was starting to
identify with his father.

There's nothing
more I can do now.

He'll need you once he
regains consciousness.

His fear of your betrayal
was the final straw.

You'll have to stay very
close to him, Helene.

Yes, Paul. I will.

What did the doctor say?

He'll arrive at the hotel
early tomorrow morning.

I'll collect him.

Another doctor?

But Christian said you brought
him to way too many doctors.

Has Doctor Berge arrived?

He must have telephoned or left a message.

Neither, sir.

Can I make a phone
call to Paris?

You can use the booth.
The code is 003.

Hello, this is Paul Benoît.

- Hello, Mr Benoît. The doctor's not here.
- Wasn't he supposed to come to Brest?

- We waited for him all yesterday.
- Brest? I'm afraid you're wrong.

I'm telling you that Mrs. Coreau
called him yesterday afternoon.

I'm sorry, but I was here all day and Mrs.
Coreau never called.

But I personally saw her call.

There must be a mistake. Maybe she
dialled the wrong number? Or perhaps...

Christian, what happened?

I killed her.

This time I killed her.

- Christian, listen to me.
- I killed her.

Paul has gone to the hotel
to pick up your doctor.

They'll be here any minute.

They can't find you
in this state.

Go to your room now.

Helene. You almost
frightened me.

It's done. Where's Paul?

He fell off the cliff.

Perfect.

What about Christian?

Christian will go to an asylum,
poor thing.

He'll say he killed me to the police
and Doctor Berge...

And we'll tell them it was Christian who killed
Paul, after suspecting he was my lover.

No one will suspect us.

It went like clockwork.

The money's all ours now, isn't it, Helene?

Of course, dear.

And you'll get your share.

Share? I thought we were
supposed to split it evenly.

Evenly?

We're talking about
millions, darling.

I knew it was a lie.

Wait a minute. If you were really dead,

I'd get everything, being Paul's wife.

Yes, that's right.

And you're actually dead.

Christian killed you.

Let me go.

You're hurting me.

You've done nothing wrong.

It's Helene's fault.
She lied to you.

- She wanted your money.
- My hands...

Let me go, you're very ill.

I only did what Helene asked me to.
She's the one behind everything.

Let go of me.

Just like my father.

You can't leave me like this.

Don't let me die like this.

Save me.

You can't let me die like this.

I don't want to die.

Save me.

Don't leave me here.

I want to live.