All language subtitles for In.the.Bas2014.

Directed by Ulrich Seidl

IN THE BASEMENT

Good morning, darling.

Time to get up. Mommy's here.

Hi there. You were sound asleep.

Good morning, my little mouse.

Sweetheart.

My little one. My little Luki.

Will you come to Mommy?

Do you want to come to Mommy?

Darling.

My little darling.

Time to get up. Mommy's here.

Good girl.
I have such a good girl.

Wait here,
your master will be right back.

He just has to close up.

Come, come here!

Come on!

Not so far!

Come on!

Come back. That's it.

Come on, sweetie.
Come to your master.

That's it, to your master.

Come, you old dear.

Come, you old dear.
Come, we're going in.

There. So, please come.
Come along. Good girl!

Always keep this finger straight.

At most like this, always away. Why?

To avoid the trigger.

People always have their finger on it.

It goes off and someone's dead.

There was just another incident
in the army.

Some guy shot another in the neck.

"Weapon malfunction,"
it says in the paper.

Malfunction?

He had his finger there and pressed.
And it fired.

All shooters, 99% of them,

hunters too,
always have their finger in there.

It happens so fast.
Your finger's the no. 1 danger.

He picks up his gun, finger in there,
and it goes off.

You take it like this,
with your finger out.

Finger! Finger! Finger!

The animals hanging behind me...

This one here's an oryx.

That's an impala,

a nyala, waterbuck,

young nyala, kudu,

old waterbuck, white-tailed gnu,

female warthog,

gnu,

bontebok, jackal, warthog,

jackal,

two bonteboks and a bushbuck.

That's... And a few baboon friends
that my brother shot.

I bagged some too down there.

But otherwise down there I usually shoot

- with a Steyr-
- Mannlicher 868 S caliber.

I have to say it's the best caliber
for antelope and game

because so far
I've never missed a shot.

And never needed more than one shot
for an animal, thank God.

There are enough sleepers in Austria.

It's them we should fear.
Not normal people. Them.

And, unfortunately, there's also...

There didn't used to be...
preachers of hate.

They preach hatred in Austria.

Why?

I don't agree. You have to....

investigate who's doing it,
who's stirring up hatred.

The Koran has both.

The Koran has evil and bad.
I mean, good in it.

It's not just bad.

I was talking with him
and asked, "What are you?"

He says, "I'm an Austrian."

I go, "Sure, but at the European Cup
you scream "Trkiye, Trkiye!"

He says, "Yeah, I'm Austrian,
but I'm Turkish."

You see? But he's more Turkish.
Even if he was born here.

It's a typical case of oriental logic.
They can't think logically.

He has Austrian papers...

Because Islam teaches them

that logic
is something that goes against God.

But it's not true.

Only God can think.

But some of them
graduate as engineers.

Then why do they still need German
and European technicians and engineers

in the Emirates and Saudi Arabia,
if they have such brains down there.

- How many can go to university?
- Fritz, he's right.

If there are 100,000 idiots,

and one smartguy,
that doesn't make 'em all smart.

That's the typical generalization.

- He's the exception.
- A positive generalization.

100,000 Turkish malcontents screw our
girls if they're blondes in miniskirts.

Just 'cause 10 don't...

And they proudly declare,
"We're fucking your women!"

Before, a race, Turks or whatever,

other primitive races like Huns...

When they came up here.
they'd slaughter our men

take the women prisoner
and enslave the children.

They'd rape the women to show
"Now you belong to us.

"Now you are our subjects."

Do you know about that?

I majored in history in high school.

So you know, unless you were absent.

You know what I'd ban first in Austria?

The burka.

No woman in Austria should run around
wearing one.

- I myself saw this in Schönbrunn...
- It's not part of the Koran.

It was invented by men.

I saw this guy walking ahead...

By jealous, insecure men...

His wife behind with her stroller.
You could only see her eyes.

It was hot, you wouldn't believe.
And dressed completely in black...

In the supermarket,
you can ask my wife...

Him in shorts, carrying his son,

behind him wife and daughter
dressed head to toe in black.

- Leaving a trail of sweat behind...
- The smell was horrible.

People who deny it...

lie to themselves.
Or they are simply stupid.

They are centuries behind.

They've had bad experiences...

They are centuries...

They are centuries behind.

- 500 years.
- 300.

Sweetheart. My little baby.
My Emmi mouse.

You little darling.

You're so big now, you can hug Mommy.

That feels so good.

Little sweetheart.

My sweet little mouse.

My teeny-tiny sweet little mouse.

We don't want you to get cold.

You're my pretty princess in white.

My princess.

I'm so happy I have you.

Mommy's always with you.
Mommy always comes. That's right.

Hello, I'm home.

Yeah, what is it?

I'm in the middle of it.

We'll take care of it.
We'll manage.

We'll get it done.

Don't worry about it.

Yeah. Fine. Bye.

I do like my drink.

It goes hand in hand with playing.

It's a given.

A morning break drink.

Before that,
three spritzers just so I can talk.

Then, with the morning break drink,
10 spritzers.

And afterwards a few shots,

because everything's gone so well.

But I'm predisposed
because my whole family drinks.

Is dinner ready?

This is our basement den.

We don't use it as often as before.

- We used to celebrate birthdays here.
- We don't celebrate here anymore.

My son was a musician,
he'd play for us,

on birthdays, Christmas, New Year's.

We always had such a good time.

We had Mardi Gras parties.

We had Mardi Gras parties, but...

- that's all over.
- Yup, pretty much.

The carpets here, actually...

I'm no fan... I'm no fan of carpets,
but my wife...

It doesn't fit upstairs, but it cost
a lot, so I put it down here.

- Nowadays...
- But still, we're happy like this.

...terracotta tiles cost less
than these did back then.

The cupboard cost 22,000.

The bench seat cost
21,000 schillings back then.

The cupboards were all very expensive.

But it's not as pretty
as what you get today.

If I'd become a singer, I'd have sung
the great in-between roles...

Othello, or Manrico in Trovatore,
who sits well in my voice.

Riccardo in Un ballo,
Alvaro in La forza del destino.

And also of course the lyrical roles.

Rodolfo in Bohème, who sits well
in my voice, with my radiant high C.

I'd have sung many of the lyrical roles
because of my lovely piano.

But with the size of my voice
I could've sung the in-between roles.

Perhaps I'd have sung Wagner.
We'll never know,

because I didn't try.
But it might've been possible.

In the room we're in now,
neighbors often come visit.

At least once a week.
Then there are my band mates.

We rehearse here. They get
something to drink if they want.

And even if they don't want.

This is the cozy room
where I spend most of my time.

An older man is sitting on the bus

opposite a pretty young woman.

His fly is open.

The young woman says,
"Sir, I think your wiener is half out."

He says, "You'll laugh, Miss,
but that's all there is."

The Hitler portrait behind me
was a wedding gift

from the guys at work
and my buddies.

Opening it, I went out of my mind.

I wanted to rush right home
and hang it up in the basement.

It was the most wonderful
wedding present I got.

We go almost every year, so...

It must be at least 18 years now.

We drive up to Germany,

up to the Führer's headquarters.

To Berchtesgaden,
and then to the Eagle's Nest.

Because it interests me.

A couple of times now

they've questioned me. The police.

The Gestapo, or whatever.
It's not called the Gestapo anymore.

I'm on their list.
My name shows up.

They look in their computer:
"Ochs, Josef. Marz...

"Holy Christ!"

It means you have quite a record.

My sweet little mouse.
Sophia, Sophia.

My darling.
Your cheeks are all red.

Are you warm?
We'll take your bonnet off.

Look, where are we?

Look, in Daddy's basement. Look!

At night he's down here at the computer.

He works all night.

Look, my little mouse.
Look at all the paper he needs.

That doesn't interest you, sure.

It's fun, you can watch TV.
Look, sweetie,

you can see yourself in the TV. Look!

Look, my baby.

Those are all places
where Daddy's been.

Look. Where's that?
In Australia, he travelled by bus.

He saw crocodiles.
No, Mommy doesn't like them.

Or over in India. It was so filthy,
he didn't like it either.

And up here, the red pin,
that's where we are, sweetie.

That's where you and I are,
in Daddy's room.

The green pins
are where he's going this summer.

All the way up to the cold,
cold icebergs.

I've never eaten baboon,

but I've tasted every other animal.

Take the rancher,
who won't eat warthog...

My wife made Wiener Schnitzel
from warthog.

The rancher asked, "What is it?"
My wife said, "Wiener Schnitzel."

His cook was about to tell him
what it was.

I said to her,
"Tell him and I'll slap you!"

I said we'd tell him later ourselves.

He doesn't eat warthog.
But he loved it.

I asked,
"Know what you just ate? Warthog."

"No way.
That was a Wiener Schnitzel."

I said, "See how wrong you can be?"

'Cause a warthog doesn't have dark meat
like our wild boar.

Warthog meat is light, like turkey.

But wonderful, and very, very tasty.

A man is always young and trim,
For him time stands still

Meanwhile his wife will age,
Pointless to express outrage

Or mourn her youth
or shed tears, in truth

For what's left of her days,
as she helplessly decays

While he, with vigor blessed,
Beats on his heroic chest

He feels again his vigor grow,
His manhood stiffens down below

Whenever a lass he spies,
A superman, he feels with pride

Since ere the world began
Its highest principle is man

Are you doing a good job?

I want the bathroom spotless.

Yes, mistress.

Spotless! No slacking!

Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.

I was always very dominant.

But it's not that I try to impose

my will on other people.

That's not at all who I am.
I respect other people.

For me, it's very important
to respect people.

But I enjoy it and...

I like that when I say something,
it'll be done.

I absolutely adore my love slave.

And the opposite is also true:
He worships me.

I doesn't affect our love -
on the contrary.

Only with total devotion and love
can something like this work.

If I don't have absolute trust
in this person,

and similarly if he doesn't
have trust in me, his mistress,

he can't let go completely
and can't serve me 100%.

It's a huge sign of trust.

Of course I'm aware that
I'm responsible for everything here.

And that can only work
if it's based on absolute love.

Pig, come here.

Make sure you do a good job.

That's enough.

Thank you, mistress.

I used to be in sales.

But now, I don't know.
I don't like retail anymore.

You're expected to be,
like, a machine.

You have to be friendly,
no matter how rude people are.

They can insult you and you go,

"I don't need this,
I don't have to take this."

And in sales, work hours keep
getting longer. I don't like that.

So I thought I'd look around
and maybe change fields.

I realized

I seem to really get along
with prostitutes.

Because, as funny as it may sound,

they like me.

I don't know why, but...

with most of them I don't have to pay.

Which is of course very nice.

And I learned from a prostitute

pretty much everything I know today

to make other women happy.

- So, sit down.
- Yes, master.

So, let me see.

It's a lovely view.

The men you meet
are often lot's of fun.

I mean, each one's different.

One's fat, one's thin.

Some men have big ones,
some have small ones.

Some men shoot huge loads,
others almost nothing.

My potency lies in,
as I discovered at some point,

that I can shoot off
a very powerful load of semen.

With it I've left many women
pretty amazed.

Because, and here I'm only guessing...

because it must smack

the vaginal wall

pretty hard when I come.

And ladies must like to feel that.

And if I do the famous
coitus interruptus,

and pull out and then shoot,

the ladies are amazed at the load
that comes out of me.

Otherwise my potency

isn't very different
from other people's.

It's just my pressure's really strong
when it shoots out.

- Thank you, mistress.
- The kilo weight!

- One, mistress?
- Yes, one.

Look, the cock weight's slipped again.

I put such lovely ornaments on my penis,

but they keep slipping.

- You can do the dishes now.
- Thank you, mistress.

Let's check your posture.

It's my cock. It's my scrotum.

My slave's body belongs to me.

I have total control over it.

I decide... I mean, exept for
personal hygiene, of course.

That's very important.

At first he had to wear a chastity belt,

because I forbid him to jerk off.

He's not allowed to.

Now it's no longer necessary,
he doesn't need it.

He doesn't masturbate.
Only when I give him permission.

When the horn sounds the hunt,
And mama feels an itch in front

And papa grows a hard-on,
Spring will soon warm the garden.

The bedroom is the zone for tenderness.
It's where I get my tenderness.

I mean, I am a woman.

I like snuggling too,

being caressed, getting tenderness.
That's what's...

so great about our relationship.
I can get exactly what I want.

So this is the zone for tenderness.

Outside, in the living room
and other rooms,

it's more the zone for domination.

When I want to be really dominant
with him, I take him to the basement.

Because the basement is arranged
in accordance with my ideas.

My love slave was permitted
to build it.

It's the extremely dominant zone.
I'm very dominant there.

Open it.

Close the door.

This is my tool cabinet

with all its different items.

For example,
different sizes of butt plugs.

Here's the metal one,
which I really like.

Because of the material, its coolness.

It allows a range of possibilities
for stretching the rectum.

Quite wide, in fact.

A lovely little toy.

I also have different kinds of dildos.

Like this one here.

I can strap it on my upper thigh

and fuck my love slave from behind.

I also really enjoy using the humbler.

Here's the slave's bum,
his upper thighs fit here.

It's worn in a kneeling position.
The scrotum goes in here.

You clamp it in,
and he's unable to stand up.

He has to follow me on all fours

and it pulls back hard
on the scrotum, of course.

It's very unpleasant for him.

And I of course enjoy it. Naturally.

A toast! A toast!

Let's drink to our well-being!

A meter forward

A meter backward

A meter downward

A meter upward

And bottoms up

Prost.

Prost.

So you think life's shitty?

- It is.
- Just find some place nice.

I like the way things used to be.

What do you mean?

Down here you sense
every little thing.

You can really taste the grapes.

It seems to me.

I think so too. I agree with you.

You can taste the Silvaner grapes,

the Muscat.

I can sense my old lady.

What's your old lady want?

She coming to the basement?

You mean, if we stay too long?

Really?

- She'll come?
- Yeah, in a bikini.

In a bikini?

I'm gonna wait then.

I'll wait till she shows up.

Till she arrives in a bikini.

- This I want to see.
- Me too.

Will she dance for us?

Sure, she'll dance.

She could get lost
in such a big basement.

It's roomy enough.

- How long have you been married?
- An eternity.

- How long?
- 25, 24 years.

What?

- 24 years.
- How much longer will she want you?

I can't say for sure.

We're heading down a long road.

She's built to last.

So, I'll show you your future room.

Shut the door.

I'm a masochist.

I like pain of every kind.

Needles through my nipples.

Needles in my back.

I've had two needle corsets.

Blows of all kinds,
with marks, without marks.

Slaps.

Verbal humiliation,

being scolded. That sort of thing.

I can free my mind, totally let go.

And simply enjoy. Simply be myself.
It's wonderful.

I need it.

Bend over it.

Spread your feet.

As wide as you can.

Nice.

- Do you like whips?
- Yes, Master Walter.

Count out loud.

- One.
- Good.

Two.

Three.

I met my first husband
when I'd just turned 15.

We were together 7 years

before we married.

For me the marriage was like
a death sentence,

in quotations.

He thought I was his property.

That's how he treated me.

He beat me when he was drunk.

When he was high.

That went on for about 3 or 4 years.

Until one day he strangled me.

And I'd had enough.

I told him he should let me go,
I'd come right back.

I put my daughter to bed, left her room
and stabbed him with a knife.

Six.

Seven.

Ow! Twelve.

- Come now.
- Thank you, Master Walter.

Good girl.

It's not even warm yet.

And then I met Marcel.

He was the first man,

I got into SM with.

He showed me all kinds of things,

candle wax and everything.

Until alcohol also came into play.

When he was drunk he had no taboos.

He tortured me to the extreme

with needles, whips, you name it.

Until I ran away covered in blood.

I was in hospital,

laid charges against him.

He got 4 years.

Which he had to serve.

And that was that.

One.

- Two.
- A children's toy. From Toys "R" Us.

They have lots of fun things.

Five.

Six.

It's turning pink.

I work for Caritas,
the Catholic charity.

I work with abused women.

There are cases where I have to think,

"How can that happen?
How can we watch that?"

But I went through it myself.

And I can only say,

if someone is violent,

just leave.

Pack your things.

There's always help.

That's it,

when you can't sit for three days.

Maybe we should get you lederhosen.

Do you like it?

- No.
- No?

In my experience,

most men aren't interested
if a women climaxes.

They only care if they get
their money's worth.

Then there are those who are too tender.

They're not my type either.

For me, the perfect combination
in a man is:

He's made a place for himself.

He does his share of housework,
and in terms of sex, he takes the lead.

That's just me.

I need a man like that.

Someone I can do whatever
I want with sexually,

is not for me.

I might as well get a dog or something.

When it comes to sex,
the man has to be in charge.

In every way.

He has to take me when he wants,
where he wants.

For this man.

I'm just Woman, just a sex object.

And I need that. And I like it.

You're right. I swear...

Seriously. How are you getting home?

- Leave your horn here.
- I'll take it.

- Leave it here.
- I'll drop it off tomorrow.

- By bus. I promise.
- With the graveyard shift.

I'm the Führer of this party.

- I'll take it with me.
- No, leave it here.

Leave it. You'll bust it.

- We need it.
- You guys have no sense of reality.

Of what's real.

How will you get home?

I have to open the door first.

How will you get home? With who?

- First, you can't drive.
- Why not?

You can't drive your car.

Let him get some fresh air.

You're so pretty.
The princess on the pea.

Little mouse.

But you want to sleep.
I can see how tired you are.

Yes, my love.

Lullaby and goodnight

With roses bedight

With lilies o'er spread

Is baby's wee bed

Tomorrow morn, if God deems

You will wake from your dreams

Tomorrow morn, if God deems

You will wake from your dreams

- Do you recognize that sound?
- Yes, mistress.

You know how much I love
to pull you up on your balls.

Oh yes, mistress.

- Ease it a little?
- As you wish, mistress.

Or do you beg me to pull harder?

Harder, please, mistress.

- I can't hear your.
- Harder, please, mistress.

- And?
- Please, mistress.

That's better.

- After all.
- Thank you, mistress.

After all.

I always have to tell you twice.

Now you're so nicely
raised by your balls.

- What's that? Why did you flinch?
- Please forgive me.

You lie before me like a pig
hoisted by its balls.

Yeah, I know. I'll just wash
our glasses and then come.

Bye.

Subtitles: Robert Gray