All language subtitles for The Coming of Sin The Violation Of The Bitch 1978

Move on, triana.

- Hello, Sally.
- Hello, lorna.

Oh, it's so good to see you again.

- Hi, Malcolm.
- Hi, lorna.

And you must be triana.

Say hello to Mrs. Lorna Weston.
Lorna and I have been friends for years.

- Hello.
- We have one or two things to talk about.

Why don't we go inside?

We'll sit in here.
Come on in, triana.

Triana will be a little shy, to begin with.

I think I told you she's a gypsy.

Why don't you ask Malcolm
to come in and have a drink?

- I think he's happier with his paper.
- Alright.

That doesn't mean you can't have one.

Now tell me why you were
so mysterious on the phone.

Come on, sal, out with it.

There's no mystery, darling.

- Whiskey's your drink, isn't it?
- Yes, thanks.

Triana plays the guitar.
She's quite a gifted musician.

It's so quiet and peaceful here.

- Hmm that's why I built this house.
- But don't you ever feel lonely?

I've learned to enjoy my own company.

I'd be afraid... to live out here
on my own.

- What's there to be afraid of?
- The things they say on the news.

I wouldn't know about that.
I never listen to the news.

Lorna, dear, er...

Malcolm is being sent to england.

At most, we'd be away
a month or two.

Which means we have to do
something about triana.

Malcolm believes that taking her
would be too much of a problem.

He has a lot of business to take care of,
and we'll be moving around all the time.

Yes, I'm sure.

Erm...

The point I'm trying to make is, would you
be kind enough to take care of her?

I mean until we get back, darling.

She doesn't have any family,
so the dear child grew up in an orphanage.

- Naturally I'll continue to pay her salary.
- Don't be silly.

Will she enjoy staying here?
That's the important thing.

I think she's bound to.

Ah, something else.
She's a marvelous cook.

And she'll be able to help
around the house.

What more could I want?
It sounds perfect. It won't be a problem.

Ah, you don't know how much
I appreciate this. You're an angel.

I'll miss her. She's like one of
the family. Thank you, lorna.

I'm glad to be able to help out.

Ah, I almost forgot to tell you.

Triana has this recurring nightmare.
You should know about it, darling.

But there's no need
to take it too seriously.

Now try and behave.

I don't want to come back and find
you've caused all kinds of problems.

Oh, there's no reason to worry.

This recurring nightmare of hers...
Well, the poor child's rather neurotic.

- You understand.
- Yes, of course.

Ah, triana, goodbye, dear.

You'll like her.
Try and be as understanding as you can.

- Many thanks again, darling.
- Don't mention it.

Have a nice time in england.
I hope you do lots of business, Malcolm.

Thanks, lorna. Bye!

Well, then...
I hope you won't be bored here.

Come on, let's go upstairs
and see your room.

If you want to go to bed,
there's no need to wait for me.

- I'm not tired yet.
- Ok.

- Do you like it?
- Oh, yes. Very much.

It could be you.

- Tell me, can you read?
- No.

It's called "oranges and lemons".

I don't see any lemons.
Where are they?

- Shall I teach you how to read?
- What for?

Oh, a lot of reasons.
I mean, you could better yourself.

It's the basis of education.
You could read this on your own.

A whole new world
would open up for you.

- How old are you, triana?
- Eighteen in February.

And what do you enjoy doing the most?

Dancing.

- Are you a very good guitarist?
- No, I'm not.

- I don't want to.
- But don't you play?

Why did Sally say you played guitar?

- I don't know.
- Won't you try?

What's this nightmare
Sally said you've been having?

Tell me about it.
I've always been fascinated by dreams.

- I'm frightened by dreams.
- So I understand.

I've never had a nightmare.

Sometimes I don't want to wake up because
the dream I'm having is so beautiful.

Mine's not.

Tell me about it, triana.

A guy on a horse chases me.
It's the same every night.

Is that so bad?

Why does it frighten you?

I'd think, as a gypsy, you'd be
accustomed to seeing men on horses.

If you don't mind,
I don't want to talk about it.

My friend Sally is obviously
very fond of you.

I hope we'll become
very good friends. Well?

Right. I'm going to have a bath
and then go to bed. I won't be long.

You can have one too, if you like.

I'm strict about only one thing
in my house.

That is that you keep your room clean
and bathe regularly. You understand?

And don't forget to turn out the lights
when you go up to bed.

What time have you been getting up
in the morning at the grainger's?

Eight o'clock.

That suits me. Breakfast at 8:30.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Triana, what are you doing?
Give me that gun!

I'll shoot him one day. I'll shoot him
one day, believe me. I swear I will.

What's the matter with you for god's sake?
Are you out of your mind?

You don't just shoot at someone
for no reason...

- The next time, I'll kill him.
- That's enough!

Look at what he did with his horse.

- That's still no reason to shoot at him.
- Look at these. They're all ruined.

It doesn't matter.
It's not the end of the world.

We'll plant some more.

Now come inside and have breakfast.
We'll worry about those later.

It's one thing to dream
about a man on a horse chasing you,

but that doesn't mean you should shoot
at the first one that comes along.

- Do you take milk?
- Hmmm

"yes, thank you."

Yes, thank you.

Manners are important.

I've never seen anything like it.

What possesses him
to go riding around in the nude?

He must be some kind
of weird exhibitionist.

A variation on flashing with a raincoat
in a public park.

It's pretty terrible, I know,
but he didn't deserve to be shot at.

He obviously needs psychiatric help.
Ignore him if you see him again.

Maybe he is the one you see
in that mysterious nightmare of yours.

Do you know him?

He's a gypsy, too, isn't he?

It might be his primitive way
of courting you.

Who knows?
It has to stop, whatever it is.

If he comes back,
I'll have a few words with him.

- Why shouldn't I?
- Forget it.

But why does he frighten you, triana?

He's evil.
He's evil and he wants to kill me.

Oh, I see.
Didn't you want to kill him?

I hate him.

There's a very thin line
between hate and love.

I know. If we ever become lovers,
somebody will die, that's all.

It's written on my hand.

It's awfully melodramatic.
Aren't you exaggerating a little?

You like that?

Yes. Lovely.

It'd be nice if it never stopped.

Thana?

Yes?

Tell me something, will you? How long
were you working for the graingers?

What's the difference?

I wanna know. Tell me.

All of last winter.

- You were happy working for them?
- I didn't like Mr. Grainger.

They're both sort of strange.

We're all pretty strange in our own way.
Depends on the problems we've got.

- Mr. Grainger was always picking on me.
- Oh, he was? Do you know why?

Yes.

He was jealous cos he thought Mrs. Grainger
was taking too much trouble over me.

Malcolm, jealous? Don't be ridiculous.

It's not being ridiculous.
That's why they left me with you.

He told Mrs. Grainger
he wouldn't have me in the house.

- You overheard that?
- Yes.

Mrs. Grainger got angry with him
and they spent most of the night arguing.

I think my friend thought
she was in love with you.

Was she? You can tell me.

Green almond eyes have always been
one of Sally's weaknesses.

Why won't you answer?

Stop staring at the carpet!

When I talk to somebody,
I like to have her attention.

Now tell me,
was she in love with you?

I might've guessed.

- What's the matter, ma'am?
- Nothing.

Is there anything wrong with the food?
Shall I... get something else?

No, it's ok.
You go ahead, it's getting cold.

I can make you an omelet.
It'll only take a couple of minutes.

No, this is delicious.
It's just that I'm not hungry.

Well, take a bite at least.
You must eat something.

Would you mind if I come into town
with you tomorrow morning?

Please, ma'am,
if it's not too much to ask.

- I didn't bring in the wine.
- No, wait a minute.

- Yes?
- I saw that man again this afternoon.

He was very close.
I went down to the river, hunting.

He appeared out of the blue. I didn't
spot him until he was almost on top of me.

Without a stitch on, just like before.
Isn't that strange? A complete weirdo.

- You must've been frightened.
- No.

Maybe I was shocked,
but not the least bit frightened.

Perhaps because...
Because I was so utterly surprised.

To find myself in that situation.

He's a beautiful looking guy.
He didn't seem to give out bad vibes.

Did he say anything?

Not that I remember.

He just kept staring at me
with those lovely eyes.

- They're almost identical to yours.
- Then what happened?

Nothing. I'm afraid the outcome
was disappointing.

Just when I wasn't expecting it,
he galloped away and I was alone again.

You must be careful, he's dangerous.

The first impression I had was...

I couldn't help thinking
what a lovely couple you'd make.

An ideal subject.
I'd like to paint you. Yes.

Thank you for everything.

You don't have to thank me, triana,
it was a pleasure.

I'll always wear this necklace,
until I'm old and gray.

I doubt that. I'm glad you like it.

- Oh, the lights have gone again.
- Now what do we do?

Raid my emergency candle supply.

Oh, what terrible weather.

The storm doesn't frighten you, does it?

Yes.

Would you like to have a drink
or something to eat?

- No.
- "Yes, no, yes, no..." Cheer up!

Get the can-opener.

We'll have some ham.

A man I used to know
was killed during a thunderstorm

when lightning struck the tree
he was standing under.

He was burnt to a crisp,
black all over except for his teeth.

Oh, that's terrible.

I've been scared of lightning
ever since then.

I'm not going to bed till it's over.

Triana, there's no need for that.

Come on, now,
you can't stay up all night.

If you like,
you can come and sleep with me.

- We'll keep each other company.
- Thank you.

I had someone close to me
who was killed in a car crash.

Only he wasn't just a friend.
He was my husband.

Watch the step.

Apparently he skidded off the road
and smashed into a tree.

Suicide or an accident,
nobody saw it, so I'll never know.

It wasn't a great emotional shock.
Through here.

We'd been at each other's throats so long,
there was nothing left between us.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Are you sure?

Triana, come to bed now.

- I'm looking at my new shoes.
- You've got plenty of time to do that.

- They're beautiful.
- I'm glad you like them.

They were so expensive.

Thank you.

You and your necklace!

I should've asked before,
would you like one of my nightdresses?

No, I always sleep like this.

You and your horseman make a fine couple.
Like Adam and Eve!

Perhaps he puts his clothes on
to sleep.

- Goodnight, triana,
- goodnight. And thanks again.

No, please! Don't put it out.

Aren't you sleepy?

Can you feel it?
My heart is beating in time with yours.

Why did you come here?

I've grown used to living my life alone...

With just myself to worry about.

Now you... now you've changed all that.

Oh, please, my love...

Don't stop, please.

Let go of me!

Aargh!

Leave me alone! Get off me!

Stop it!

I want to leave.

What on earth for?

- Aren't you happy here?
- Yes, but I want to leave, all the same.

- Do you mind telling me why?
- Because he keeps coming around.

Whenever I go out, he bothers me.

Yesterday I went for a walk down
by the river and he tried to rape me.

For the second time.

He would have too,
but I almost knocked him out with a rock.

- You mean he's tried to rape you before?
- Yes.

Is that the experience Sally mentioned?

Yes.

What's the matter?

- Triana?
- Shh! Can't you hear it?

Don't worry, it's just a hungry dog
looking for something to eat.

They often come around,
but they don't harm anybody.

Come and listen.

You mustn't be so nervous.

It's all in your mind.

Good evening.

This is yours.
I found it down by the river.

- No, ma'am, don't let him into the house!
- Stop being silly and rude.

That's no way to treat someone
who comes to the door.

The least you could do is thank him
for bringing back your necklace.

- Please come in...
- No, don't! He's dangerous.

Control yourself, for god's sake.

I won't have you acting like this
in my presence.

- I'll leave...
- Triana!

If you can't control yourself,
you can go to bed. Please come in.

Sit down.

- Oh, you've hurt yourself.
- Not really. It was yesterday.

I wasn't looking when my horse went
under a low branch. That'll teach me.

Go and make some coffee.

And while you're at it,
would you bring my cigarettes, please?

I left them on the kitchen table.

I've always been very fond of horses.

You ride very well bareback.

But naked and with no saddle?

Isn't it... I don't know...
Rather uncomfortable?

Not at all.
Makes it easier to grip the horse.

- Senou§y?
- Hmmm

there is one thing. I'd appreciate it
if you wouldn't gallop over my flowers.

You can come and visit us whenever
you want, but bring your manners with you.

How about it?

And not in the nude.

Well, I haven't seen you around before.
You live around here?

You want one of these?
They're strong.

Thank you. They're the kind I smoke.

Oh, you look like
the mild and menthol type.

I was once married to an Italian.
He got me hooked on this kind of tobacco.

Thank you. Why don't you sit down?
And try not to look so glum.

- My name's lorna.
- My name's chico.

No, it's not, it's Rafael.

- Chico or Rafael, well, which is it?
- Chico.

Good. I mean, you really don't
look like a Rafael.

That's interesting,
you two know each other.

Yeah, obviously.

Well, I don't want to stick my nose
into other people's business,

but if you're trying to court triana,

I think you're going about it
the wrong way.

She's got a thing about guys on horses,

so you won't catch her
by galloping after her.

Do you go riding?

- No. I never learned how to.
- Well, if you like, I'll teach you.

It's not that difficult.

Basically, it's a question
of getting over your fear.

A horse can sense
how you feel about him.

The way you approach him,
the way you touch him for the first time

is important.

It tells him who's boss.

- I'd like to give it a try.
- Ok, you're on.

Oh, but not on that lovely horse of yours.
He's too much for a beginner.

Don't worry, he'll love you.

No, chico, you've gotta find me one
with a much sweeter temperament.

I promise you, it's perfectly safe.
You can take my word for it.

Come on, don't worry.

Hmm, well. I'll think it over.

- Do you live in town, chico?
- No, I've got a shack down by the river.

Ah... what on earth
made you come and live up here?

I'll tell you why.
Because he followed me.

I like to live alone.

That goes for me, too.

We're a couple of old hermits at heart.

My child, what are you doing here,

if you already know what is written
in the palm of your hand?

Are you hoping for a better answer

than the one I've already given you
from the cards?

Come on, then.

Alright. Now tell me why you've come.
Sit down.

What is it?

I want you to cast your evil eye
on this man.

I know a lot of your spells have worked,
and they've even been known to kill people.

You do black magic, don't you?
I want you to use it on this man.

I hate him!
He keeps following me.

What's the matter with your cat?

She can sense your hate
and it frightens her.

Tell me, child,
why should I hurt this person?

It won't change your destiny.

What's written here is written.
There's nothing you can do about it.

You'll have a relationship with a man.

And someone will die.

That's the only reason
why you were born.

There's nothing else written in your palm.
No future and no past.

You're a child of the devil.

I know you as one of us,
but I see only evil.

All I want to know is
when he'll stop persecuting me.

When you stop avoiding him.

If I give in to his lust,
then according to you, somebody will die.

It's fated.

Thank you.

There's something about that head.

And the blood-thirsty lady
makes me think of triana.

It's salome.

Triana would cut my head off
if she ever had the chance.

You would, wouldn't you?

You should see the original,
it's magnificent.

Do you ever go to art museums?

No. It's not my scene.

Porno movies are his style.

That's a shame.

It's John the baptist's head.
Nasty, isn't it?

It was offered to salome
on a plate of solid silver.

She was a nasty piece of work.

One of the world's great dancers.

She'd do a number with the veils and
herod would give her anything she wanted.

Hmm... great body.

The model for this
was a Spanish aristocrat.

She was married into the royal family.

I wouldn't have thought people with money
would've done that kind of work.

Chico, if you're rich,
then you do whatever the hell you like.

And get paid for it, as well.

Money always comes in handy,
you know.

I'm through with drink.
Never gonna touch a drop again.

- What's the matter?
- Oh, my head's spinning.

- Turn that damn light off.
- Turn it off, it bothers her!

Ah, he made me drink so much.
How embarrassing.

Oh, god...

Never again.

That's beautiful.

Relaxing's so good.

Try going to sleep for a while.

I thought we were up here to make love.
Come on!

Come on.

We'll have lots of time to make love,
for as long as you want.

Poor Sally. I almost feel guilty
for what she's missing.

That stupid bitch. It's her hard luck.

Tonight will be the most beautiful night
of your life.

Really? But I'll stop when I say.

I wanna enjoy myself.

Take it off.

I want sex until I die from it!

I wanna hear the weather report,
that's what I want right now.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I was thinking about Sally.
I bet the weather's bad in england.

Are you mad? That's my ring!
Why are you taking it off?

Shh! There, now.

Relax.

Relax.

- She's watching us.
- You're joking. She's out of it.

She looks awake to me.

We'd better tie her down
so she doesn't do anything silly.

- It'll probably turn her on anyway.
- Ok. But don't hurt her!

Hey, calm down.

You look tired.

Oh, after last night,
I'm not surprised.

I can't remember a thing.

I got the impression the walls were
gonna come crashing down on top of me

and I was trying to hold them up.

- Anything like that happen?
- Nearly.

I've never been through anything
like that before.

It was stupid of me to let it happen.

Maybe we should change the subject.

A fortune-teller saw death
written on my hand.

That's bullshit.

- What are thinking about?
- A subject I could use for a painting.

What subject?

I'm not sure. It was just an idea.

What sort of things do you like to paint?

Oh, nothing special.

Apart, that is,
from copying masters like goya.

Why don't you paint Jesus?

It's not original enough.

I'd love to be able to paint the things
I think about. Like my nightmare.

Can't you get that out of your head?

If I thought you'd read them,
I'd lend you some books, triana,

that would give you a chance
to understand your nightmare.

After all, it's only a dream.

Your fear of horses is based

on your fear of being sexually
exploited by the opposite sex.

To you, man is the worst kind of animal. On
the other hand, not all men are the same.

It's not sex I'm frightened of.

- You're not afraid of being exploited?
- No.

Of violence?

It's what the fortune-teller
read in my hand.

I'm absolutely sure
if you let that evil man do what he likes,

something terrible will happen.

Now you listen to me. I don't have time
for that superstitious bullshit.

So forget it, otherwise, as far
as I'm concerned, you can go elsewhere.

Triana, I'm too old to be preached to,

so if we're going to get along
happily together,

then will you please understand

that you'll have to adapt yourself
to my way of living?

And to begin with,
I'm afraid I don't share your fears.

You don't seem to like men.

I'm sorry. I happen to.

Sure, I admit there are lots of men
who consider a woman

as a quick romp on the floor
and that's as far as it goes.

But on the other hand, if I should meet
a guy who knows how to handle me,

I'd give him everything he wants.

The door was open so I thought
I'd come and say hello.

Hello.

I know what we'll do.
I'll paint a picture of the two of you.

- Do you like it?
- Hmmm

when you've finished,
do you mind if I show it around a bit?

- To my friends and the family?
- Are you serious?

- Sure I am.
- It'd be a lot of fun to do that.

We can organize a vernissage.
Bring them all here.

- You're putting me on?
- No, I mean it.

- We'll have a party at the same time.
- You can't be serious?

You can't be serious, inviting more filth
like him into this beautiful house?

They'll rip off everything, break things!

You won't be left with anything. Not even
the iightbulbs. Don't do it, please.

- Don't talk about my family like that!
- Get out!

No, I won't! At least I have a family,
which is more than you, you whore!

- You don't even know where you come from.
- Get out!

- Stop it now!
- Get out!

- That's enough!
- Let her go. You don't scare me!

My god!
Who the hell do you think you are?

Who gave you the right to talk like that?

One more outburst like that
and you can both get out.

I've just begun a painting
with you as my models.

To be quite honest, I was enjoying it.

If you collaborate, it'll be fun
for all of us. Please try to behave.

I'll do whatever you want me to.

All I want is that the two of you
behave like civilized adults.

And put an end to this superstitious
nonsense and ridiculous arguing.

We can start with the three of us
being friends.

That isn't too difficult, is it?

Triana, it was a moment of madness,
that's all.

Chico's only looking to have a good time.

Perhaps he is.

He wants to take advantage of you
because you're rich.

He's nothing but a second-rate crook.

We'll see about that.
He is what he is.

I don't regret one bit of last night.

If you're right,
I'll put it down to experience.

You expect every man
to fall in love with me.

As far as I'm concerned,
love and sex are two completely things.

You can quite easily
have one without the other.

Did you enjoy last night?

I know you'll find
this difficult to believe,

but he's the first man
I've been to bed with in a long time.

Yes, I think he's a beautiful young man.

He really turns me on.

He took me violently to start with.

At first, it was painful,
and then I... I couldn't stop.

What's the matter, darling?

I love you.

Yes, I know, my dear.
I think it's a perfectly normal reaction.

I give you gifts, I take care of you,
do my best to educate you.

We sleep together
and have developed a relationship

which can only be described as intimate.

A lot of women have physical
relationships with other women

because they're afraid of men.

That may very well be the truth
in your case but not in mine.

Our ménage a trois is ideal for me.
I couldn't ask for anything better.

Chico's the image of you,
and that's why I want him.

Thanks but I'm not hungry.
You can take it away.

Are you waiting for him to come back?

He'll be having some fun with his friends
and spending all that money you gave him.

And telling tall stories about you.

Don't worry too much, he'll be back
when he runs out of money.

Oh, don't be silly.

If you think I'm sitting here
waiting for him, you're wrong.

If I care to see him,
I know where to find him.

It's not difficult. His shack's
at the point where the river bends.

Here...

Or are you the one
who really wants chico?

You're the one who has dreams
about him, not me.

Oh, no. I don't get tied up in knots,
thinking about a guy.

I learned years ago to take men
with a grain of salt.

And you should do the same.

I love you.

You don't love me. It's lust.

What does it matter?

I prefer it that way.

I want you too.

I came here because I need
to spend some time with a man.

I've never been crazy about men.

But with you, it's something different.

You're not a man...

You're... like a green monkey.

Have you ever heard that story about
the people who would go into the jungle,

catch a monkey and paint it green?

When they took it back, the other monkeys
would attack the poor thing and kill it,

just because it was different from them.

Not because it was dangerous,
but because it was different.

No. That's really romantic.

Would you... would you like
to see me dead?

Oh, no. Not yet.

Do you know that triana dreams
about you every night?

She's very faithful to you
in her own way.

- Like a terminal illness.
- You don't understand her problem.

What problem?
I don't have time to understand her!

I use my head to survive.

I follow my instincts, I don't think.

To be honest with you, I've never had to.
I'm not into deep mind shit.

All I worry about is sex,

what a woman's body's like,
what I can do with it.

You don't need to go to school for that.
It comes naturally.

It's all your fault, you bastard!
You're to blame for her death!

- You make me sick!
- Say it again!

You make me sick! Aargh!

- Why don't you go and tell the police?
- Why should I do that?

I love you.
I have done since I first set eyes on you.

It was her death written in my hand.

Right.
We've got to get rid of the body.

Together.
We must keep this between us.

They won't know she's gone for weeks.
No one ever comes up here, do they?

What do you care? She was taking
advantage of the pair of us.

Like all rich pigs!

Where does she hide herjewelry
and her money?