All language subtitles for Bluebeard (1972).english

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbles)

(upbeat music) (engine rumbles)

(upbeat music)
(people chattering)

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(eerie music)

(bird squawks)

(eerie music)

(upbeat music)

Peter, where are they now?

What's he doing?

How should I know?

Besides, what could he...

Greta!

(people crying out)

You shouldn't have screamed, my dove.

Oh, shut up!

Peter, they're gone!

Thank God our technical progress

is not so perfect that things
don't occasionally go wrong.

If the lights had not gone out tonight,

I wouldn't have had you to
myself, even for a second.

But I'm sorry that your
mother was frightened.

My mother's easily
frightened by everything.

But my father, there's a man

who gets happier as the day goes on.

By evening, (Greta laughs)

Ah, yes, yes, and you.

What are you like?

Me?

I don't know, I really don't.

All I know is that I'm
just happy right now,

that I could laugh with joy.

And tomorrow, what will you be like?

Oh, tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'll probably be sad.

Then let me come and see you tomorrow

because I want you to stay happy.

You're so beautiful, Greta.

And you.

No, no.

How long have you had it?

What?

The beard.

Oh, since the war, only since the war.

You never shaved it off?

No, never have, never will.

Not even for me?

Why, don't you like it?

I like it.

I just wonder what you
look like without it.

Oh, horrible, horrible.

Even my own mother.

Well, I was in this

air fight and I was shot
down by the Russians,

and the plane crashed
and burst into flames,

and I was a little slow getting out.

Scar tissue and some strange
chemical reaction and.

I can't shave, and that's why
I have this ridiculous color.

Oh, I love it.

I really do.

Does it tickle?

Why don't we find out?

(cat growling)

Why does, does it look at me like that?

Why did it attack me?

It was my mother's cat.

And now it's jealous.

But it must not be.

My baby!

What happened?

What has he done to you?

It's nothing, Mother.

Your daughter is of such
beauty that even the flowers

and animals are jealous of her.

Come, we're going home!

Where's your father?

Peter!

Baron, if you don't mind,
some important business.

Are you enjoying the party?

Oh, Baron, out here
things are always wonderful,

but in the cities where we have to live...

Don't forget, tomorrow
as happy as tonight.

Come on!

First the steel workers,
now the textile workers.

The strike's lasted a week now!

Who knows where it will end.

We could whip them in a fair fight.

But they've behaved like cowards.

Infiltrate the workers.

Order's what we need, law and order.

You should hear them
talking about unions,

production reports, their
right to a share of.

(man chuckles)

Men who can't tell wine from champagne.

[Man] The trouble is, my dear Baron,

that some Bolshevik ideas

have managed to get through
even to the fathers.

[Man] Order's what we need, order!

What we really need is a man like you.

Everyone respects you.

You are a war hero.

They know you're a brave
man with no ax to grind.

You could straighten
out the whole problem.

Order's what we need, law and order.

Perhaps if you spoke to them

and reminded them that they must show

respect for the law,
respect for traditions.

Speak to them?

Let's not lose our heads, my dear fellows.

I don't think that speaking
to them is what's called for.

One must find the correct
solution to each problem.

They are coming!

(woman screams)

(whacks)

(people screaming)

(fire crackling)

(lightning cracks)

Even our lord bows down
before your beauty, my darling.

(dramatic music)

Darling?

Darling?

Darling, please come on.

It's our second anniversary.

The guests expect a great hunt.

(eerie music)

(people yelling) (ominous music)

(guns firing)
(suspenseful music)

After all the due ascertainment
demanded by the law,

this office declares that the death

of the Baroness Greta Von Sepper,

resident of this district,

was caused by a tragic hunting error.

And therefore, the Von Sepper
case is officially closed.

We authorize the internment

of the above mentioned
Baroness Von Sepper.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(audience applauding)

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(audience applauding)
(upbeat music)

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(door knocking)

Yes?

[Man] It's me, Sergio.

Come in.

Well we never killed 'em
like that in San Antonio kid.

If this keeps up, all Europe's
at our feet in six months.

Just Europe?

Anne, don't do that.

Do what?

Pop up at me like that.

I guess I'll just never get
used to that lovely face.

You're the sweetest man I've ever known.

Well, where there's life.

I just happened to find a bottle

of that very red wine you like so well.

I'll win your heart with alcohol.

It's an old trick, but it still works.

(door knocks)

I'll get it.

I hope I do not disturb you.

I merely wish to thank
you for the happiness

your performance brought us tonight.

And to think, we were afraid
Europe might be too serious,

too refined, for our silly American.

On the contrary.

Culture always bows
before grace and beauty.

(Anne chuckles)

Well, please forgive me,

it's just that I'm at a loss for words.

Such a lovely compliment,
I could listen all night.

Please, carry on.

Delighted.

Will you dine tonight with me?

Oh, thank you sir.

Oh, uh, may I accept immediately?

Or must I first know your name?

What are the rules of
the game here in Europe?

Since the war, there have
been no rules in Europe.

You may accept immediately.

(branches cracking)

Either the wind or an indiscreet admirer.

(suspenseful music)

[Anne] It's not always
glamorous, often just squalor.

Shabby rooms in shabby hotels.

Cold dressing rooms.

But the life is really interesting,

dull and fascinating at the same time.

Do you always live here?

[Kurt] No, sometimes I travel,

but I much prefer to
be here on my own land.

And I have my pets, my photographs,

and Marka, the mute, of course.

Strange old woman.

She's like one of the stones around here.

She's always been here,
so there's no reason

to get upset if you bump into her.

You like being alone?

Have you ever had champaign

with just a touch of sugar in it?

It makes you feel a bit dizzy, just a bit.

But it makes you free to say anything

that comes into your head.

Oh, that's never been my problem.

That was a stupid question, wasn't it?

How could anyone feel
lonely in a place like this?

So full of beautiful things.

Oh, I love the castle.

I love the park, the woods,

these curtains, these
walls, this furniture.

I even like these strange photographs.

And me.

Do you like me?

Of course.

You're rich, handsome, and powerful.

But do you love me?

I do think you're rushing me a little.

But if you insist.

(cat meows)

Poor thing, how did it lose it's eye.

Oh yes, of course, I promise
not to ask anymore questions.

Let's try that again from the beginning.

Now where were we?

(eerie music)

It must be the sugar, my head is spinning.

I see pictures moving.

I really must quit drinking.

But I don't really want to.

Do you like to drink?

Then drink.

(eerie music)

Ladies and gentlemen,
my friends, attention.

The time has come to leave
our newly weds alone.

First, to our baron, the
man who now has everything.

Thank you.

And to our charming baroness.

As one of our board says,
your smile is as delicate

as a candle frame, yet
shines like that sun.

Hear, hear'!

(man laughs)

Can the bride make a toast?

Of course!

To the most wonderful
man I've ever known.

To all of his friends,

and to me because I'm so happy tonight.

Hear, hear!

(owl crying out)
(glass shatters)

Gentlemen, I'm amazed.

Men who have fought in
the war, in the trenches,

who have faced machine guns,
bombs, even communists.

The ladies' reactions I can understand,

but the gentlemen's.

(owl crying out)

It bothers you, darling.

Nothing in this house
must ever bother you.

(gun clicks)

(gun firing)

(eerie music)

Forgive me, darling.

I just can't keep my eyes open.

I drank too much.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

Darling.

No, hold it, hold it.

That's perfect.

You are a man of iron.

Come here.

Darling, darling, I have
to get a fresh roll of film.

Now you hold that,
that's perfect like that.

I'll only be a few minutes.

Don't move.

(floor creaking)
(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

I can see her now.

Always surrounded by smoking pots,

like a witch in a fairy tale.

She was always making jam,

and I was always wanting to taste the jam,

and generally making a nuisance of myself.

But she would throw her eyes to heaven,

and then she would hug me
and laugh when I told her

she made the finest jam
in the entire world,

and that one day a prince would come along

and taste her jam and carry her off

to a castle of solid gold.

She was my nurse, my
playmate, my everything.

My mother loved Marka, too.

In my mind, I always see them together.

They dressed me, they fed me.

They gave me everything I wanted.

They even laughed when I broke something.

And your father?

I don't remember him at all.

Nothing that belonged to him remains.

Ah, your fever is down.

But you still have to rest for a few days.

Darling, I'm sorry about Marka.

I'm afraid I hadn't realized that she was.

However, it will not happen again.

My mother's body's been
put back in the crypt,

and we will arrange for Marka
to be taken away somewhere.

Please don't let them hurt her.

She needs help.

Oh, don't worry about it, darling.

Think of it as a bad dream.

The important thing is that
you become healthy again

and that you're happy again.

Yes, I want to be so very healthy.

And to be with you, and
to get to know everything

about you and the castle, too.

I want to make it more alive, more joyful.

Would you be terribly angry
if I changed a few things?

Oh, no, darling, not at all.

The castle is yours, utterly.

But you will need somebody to help you,

and when I come back from
Vienna, I will bring a...

From Vienna?

You're going away?

Yes, darling.

Oh, no, please.

I don't want to be alone, I can't.

Darling, don't worry.

I don't leave until Thursday,

and I will find you a
companion to look after you.

Look, there is something
else I have to show you.

I hope you like it because
it is American, like you.

So?

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

But I can't talk to it.

(door knocks)

Good day, Madame Baroness.

And good day to you, Mr. Baron.

Holy virgin.

What's the matter, Rosa?

But the Madame is so white.

Is she really American?

I'm sorry to say, there are
a great many black Americans.

What do you really think
of your mistress, Rosa?

She's so beautiful.

Well, you're beautiful too, Rosa.

No, I'm a fat duck.

A different hairdo, a few less pounds...

Well, I'm afraid you'll never change

our Rosa into a Gloria Swanson.

However, there's no harm in trying.

I will see you later darling,

I have things to do, at dinner.

[Rosa] I'll get your breakfast now.

I'm not hungry.

Nonsense, you have to eat.

Look at you, look how pale you are.

It's all this stuff you take.

And you shouldn't stay shut
up in here all the time.

The sun is so warm outside.

Leave it to me, I know
the medicine for you.

Two thick slices of bread
and some fresh sausages.

Some fried eggs to, and
a bunch for ripe grapes.

Rosa, you're absolutely right.

I'll have my breakfast
outside in the sun today.

(eerie music)

(cat meowing) (eerie music)

I could kick myself for having
made such a production of it.

Seems sort of strange that your husband

never really suspected
anything before now.

He just couldn't see what was going on.

You know, when someone's
been around for years.

The main thing is that it's all over now.

Marka's gone, and now I have Rosa,

and it makes me happy just to look at her.

To a long lived marriage.

Why not, I'm very happy.

Do you remember Chicago?

We didn't work for weeks.

And you tried to convince
me you weren't hungry.

You're drinking too much, Anne.

It can fool your Baron, but not me.

What's going on?

I never try to find comfort in friends.

All you get is the truth.

All right, so I'm not
as happy as I should be.

And you want to know why?

Because my marriage.

Okay, on my wedding
night I was too sleepy.

Then came the shock, my nervous breakdown,

and so we still haven't
been in bed together.

Do you understand?

Then, there's still
time for you to leave him

and come back to the stage with me.

No, on the contrary.

He's a wonderful man.

So sweet, so patient.

He knows how to wait without

even giving me a guilty conscience.

I'd wonder about that.

But then, I'm the suspicious type.

I mean, I'm hardly the one to
give the right answers, Anne.

I know, I'm sorry.

I'm thoughtless as usual.

But I had to talk to someone.

You can always count
on me, you know that.

At least nearly always.

I'll be leaving soon, Anne.

Leaving?

Yeah.

I have to get back to the
States to find a new partner.

I was afraid there'd be tears.

Why don't we say good-bye
right here and now?

You know, the brave soldier
bit, the smart salute.

The whole bag.

No, I'll go to the door with you.

It has to be done right,
even the good-bye kiss.

You'll remember, no
thanks, just a Yankee dime.

What's the matter, Anne?

Look closely at this one.

What do you see?

Nothing.

I don't mean to knock your husband's work,

but I can't stand this type of...

Just a second, you'll see.

Watch.

(suspenseful music)

Aw, come on, Anne.

If you want to let your imagination go,

you'll probably find a face
in any one of these drawings.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe there really are
ghosts in this castle.

(eerie music)

I'll keep in touch.

You'll always know where to find me.

I don't even want to think about it.

You promise to come back before you...

Well, now.

Oh, darling!

We were just looking for you.

Sergio wanted to say hello.

Hello.

I've just been down in the cellars

controlling the new wines.

Very interesting, rather like
watching a child being born.

I'd like your opinion

I'm afraid my opinion
on wine is worthless.

Besides, I must be getting back to town.

Oh, well, I'm going back to town, too,

SO you can come with me.

First of all, I'd like to get to know

my wife's best friend a little better.

It's white.

[Kurt] Good.

That was easy.

I used the eenie minie moe method.

A very good technique I
frequently use that method myself.

Now would you like to try this red wine

with your eyes open and tell
me what you think of it?

(cat meowing)

Strange.

What does it remind you of?

My sweet very red wine!

The only kind I love.

It's a good honest wine.

But Anne, for some reason,
now prefers champagne.

Don't you, Anne?

Do you know I finally
managed to get his trust?

It's not easy to be
near you and not love you.

I wonder why he's crying.

Probably a mouse.

Or a ghost.

No, no ghost.

We don't have ghosts
in the castle anymore.

We got rid of them all, didn't we, Anne?

Come, Sergio.

Let's get you back to
your hotel, come darling.

(eerie music) (cat meowing)

(eerie music)

Good-bye, Sergio.

Bye.

Oh, darling.

I forgot to give you
the keys to the castle.

I know you want to get acquainted with it.

You can go anywhere you like.

But don't use that key.

Don't use that one.

All right.

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(eerie music)

Come on, Rosa.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, Rosa, look at that one.

Oh, yes!

Oh, so beautiful!

And look at the train.

[Rosa] And the sleeves.

Oh, I've got to put it on.

(upbeat music)

Holy virgin, I'd forgoten.

(upbeat music)

Hurry, Rosa, get back before dark.

Oh, I will.

It's just medicine to buy.

I'll be back in an hour.

Ya!

(cart clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(bridge cracking)

(Rosa screaming)
(horse creaming)

(dramatic music)

(window banging) (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(wind whistling) (eerie music)

(bird squawking)

(wind whistling) (eerie music)

(Anne screams)

(door bangs)

(Anne gasps)

(phone rings)

[Kurt] Anne, darling, Anne?

(Anne crying)

Anne, what is it, what's the matter?

Calm down, please.

Anne, please.

I called to give you news of Rosa.

She's had an accident, nothing serious.

She, she'll be in the
hospital for a day or two.

Anne, please, Anne.

Here at the castle, in the trees,

the cat, it was horrible!

[Kurt] Marka.

Must be Marka.

Marka?

[Kurt] She escaped,
they told me here in town.

Someone saw her near the castle.

Oh, Anne, if only you knew how guilty

I feel about leaving you.

Please, don't cry, please.

Now, where is my tough,
young American wife,

who wasn't afraid of anything or anybody?

It's just that so many
things have happened,

and I feel so alone.

[Kurt] Just pretend
I'm there next to you.

You can feel my touch on your hair,

my, my kiss on your lips.

My beard is even scratching your face.

Good girl.

That's better.

You know what, I won't even
go to Vienna, all right?

I'll be home tomorrow.

(upbeat music)

(thunder cracks)

♪ Way which we'll go ♪

♪ And evening and night ♪

♪ I here it go by together ♪

♪ I turn to the right ♪

♪ I live a white lie ♪

♪ Will lead you to my true heaven ♪

♪ You'll be a smiling face ♪

♪ A fire place, a cozy room ♪

♪ A little nest that's nestled ♪

(eerie music)

Forgive me Kurt.

(button clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(Anne screams)

Oh!

Darling.

I meant to surprise you, darling.

And I frightened you
instead, I'm so sorry.

I hadn't realized you had
so exciting a day, sit down.

Now I'm here, and here I mean to stay.

So, no more of this spooky nonsense.

Now, what does a good
American housewife do

when her tired husband
comes home from the storm?

She makes him a drink, no?

Okay.

Bring it to my studio.

I took some photographs and I'm anxious

to see if some certain effects came out.

2, ♪, 2, ♪.

[Sergio] Hello?

Oh, Sergio, thank God you're there.

I beg you, come as quickly as possible.

Hello?

[Kurt] Darling, I'm thirsty.

Hurry up with the drink, please.

There's a small hidden camera inside.

When the door is opened,

it automatically takes a photograph.

I'm sorry.

You should have never
used that golden key.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Anne.

I really do.

Probably more than any
other woman I ever loved.

You know that, don't you?

But I have to kill you, Anne.

Like all the others.

I have to kill you.

You must not be afraid of me.

I love you too much.

I won't talk, I promise, trust me.

But you saw them.

I would never trust you not to tell.

I must kill you.

I must kill you!

Forgive me, Anne, my dear.

Why did you do that?

Why did you use the key?

So I made a small mistake.

But is my sin as great as theirs?

Theirs?

Those, those women up there.

Why did they, why did you kill them?

Why, why else?

They deserved to die.

Oh, naturally, I'm sure of that.

But, but what did they do?

I mean, you're so good, so kind.

I've never known you to do
anything without reason.

It must have been their fault.

Yes, they, they forced me to it.

I didn't want to kill them.

They forced me to it.

Damn.

Damn them all, damn them.

(audience applauding)

♪ I'm forever blowing bubbles ♪

♪ Pretty bubbles in the air ♪

♪ They fly so high nearly reach the sky ♪

♪ Then, like my dreams they fade and die ♪

♪ You're the cream in my coffee ♪

♪ You're the salt in my stew ♪

♪ You will always be my ♪

No, not here my love, not here.

Take me wherever you
want me, but not here!

I can't swim!

♪ You're the sail of my love boat ♪

♪ Who stole my heart away ♪

♪ Who makes me dream all day ♪

♪ Dreams I know can never come true ♪

♪ Seems as though I'll ever be blue ♪

♪ Who means my happiness ♪

♪ Who would I answer yes to ♪

♪ Well, you ought to guess who ♪

♪ No one but you ♪

♪ Beyond the blue horizon ♪

♪ Waits a beautiful day ♪

♪ Good-bye to things that bore me ♪

♪ Joy is waiting for me ♪

♪ I see a new horizon ♪

♪ My life has barely begun ♪

♪ Beyond the blue horizon ♪

♪ You're driving me crazy ♪

♪ What did I do ♪

♪ My tears for you make everything hazy ♪

♪ Clouding my skies, of, it's
you, yes, you, yes, you ♪

♪ Someday when I'm awfully low ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ Someday when I'm awfully low ♪

♪ When the world ♪

My love.

♪ You're my sheik of Araby ♪

♪ Your love belongs to me ♪

♪ At night when you're asleep ♪

♪ Into your ♪

♪ Oh, do, do, do ♪

♪ What you done, done, done before baby ♪

Oh, (speaking in foreign language)

♪ Oh, do, do, do, what I
really do adore, baby ♪

(woman humming)

Lover!

♪ Lover, when I'm near you ♪

♪ And I hear you speak my name ♪

♪ Softly in my ear you breathe a flame ♪

Boo.

Oh, lover.

♪ When I'm near you ♪

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my lover.

Oh, yes, yes.

I want you, I want you, take me.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

♪ Yes ♪

How else could I shut her up?

Those who are about to die.

Shall we eat?

Eat?

I thought I'd surprise you
with an old American dessert.

Jell-O.

It's in the refrigerator.

Ah, refrigerator.

You have a marvelous sense of humor, Anne.

I appreciate Anne, I really do.

It's such a shame.

I know, I know, don't keep telling me.

Shall we dine?

Why not?

It will be the last piece of
pudding we shall eat together.

Oh, don't think about it, darling.

It might spoil your appetite.

It's delicious.

It's almost as good as Marka's jam.

You would have made a marvelous wife.

I really hate.

Oh, don't be morbid, dear.

By the way, have you ever told anyone,

I mean, about those women in there?

You think that's the kind of thing

I should go around telling people?

Well, I mean to someone you can trust,

like your priest, or me, for instance.

Why, what would be the point?

Oh, I don't know, it,

it might give you a better
understanding of why you did it.

You know, analyze their defects.

I know their defects,
they were monsters.

They only began to look
human when they were dead.

Perhaps that's why I killed them.

To make them human?

Yes.

To make them human.

Something one could love.

They were liars, depraved.

I could not let them live.

At first sight, they
looked like normal women.

They dressed like normal women.

Sometimes even better than normal women.

(audience applauding)

(dramatic music)

Do you like it?

It's only a bauble, Erika.

But where can one find
anything as beautiful as you?

(dramatic music)

Sure you don't want something to eat?

No, food bores me.

It's a question of lack of habit.

My work, you know.

And then music can be
sweet nourishment, too,

don't you think?

Kurt, what on earth are you doing?

I'm so sorry, Erika.

Somebody must have touched it
with a cigarette as he passed.

You might have burned yourself.

I'm sorry about your stole.

I would be delighted to replace it.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I have five more just like it.

I see.

Good night.

As you wish.

May I see you to your door?

No thanks.

I don't like good-byes on the top step.

Why not?

Good night.

May I get in touch with you tomorrow?

I'll call you.

And please, don't send me flowers.

I detest them.

And don't come to look for me.

I'll get in touch with you, I promise.

Good night.

Good night.

(eerie music)

(engine rumbles)

(eerie music)

Erika!

You should live in as
beautiful a place as you are.

(Erika gasps)

(makeup shatters)

Look at me.

What are you frightened of?

Look at me.

You don't need all that paraphernalia.

You're beautiful as you are.

Perhaps even more beautiful.

The pendant, I sold it.

I had to pay the Italia for the stole.

It was theirs.

I'll get you another
one, despite the fact

that you have five others just like it.

You knew right away that I was bluffing.

Of course, of course.

But I had no idea that, in the end,

the change would be so total.

I prefer you this way.

From now on, I want you to be yourself.

I never dreamed it would be

such a disaster when 1
told her to be herself.

I was trying to read
the newspaper, darling.

Daddy doesn't read now.

Daddy plays with Erika.

Daddy eats with Erika.

Come on, take a little bite here.

Where your baby put her tiddy-widdys.

You love your baby?

How many heaps of love, Daddy?

Oh, I feel so good, darling, so very good.

For the first time in my life.

And who is responsible for that?

You, my sweet, holy, golden, little lover.

Some grapes?

Some prissy little grapies
from your loving baby?

They're good, you know.

Want one from my mouthy wouthy?

Did you like the mouthy wouthy?

Know what it's called?

It's called Little Red Riding Hood.

Now, I have a little surprise for you.

Oh, yes?

A nice one.

Like it?

Oh, yes.

Want to kiss it?

It's name is Jasmine.

Oh.

Pretty name, isn't it?

Yes, yes.

But I can't let you.

Because Sicumin will get jealous.

Who?

Sicumin.

Oh, oh, yes.

Which do you like
better, Sicumin or Jasmine?

Tell me, which do you like
better, Sicumin or Jasmine?

Here, choose one.

But watch out for that scratchy old beard.

They're so delicate.

Erika, please, I beg you.

No, first you have to choose
which one you like better.

Well, Sicumin, Jasmine,
neither, I mean, either.

Please, Erika!

Why are you angry?

They're so pretty.

They're more than pretty.

They're magnificent, they're beautiful.

They're really beautiful, but
with Christian names, Erika!

It's, it's, it's absurd.

I can't really put up with that.

[Erika] Is there anything you'd like?

Me?

Yes.

What's your name?

Why?

What does it matter?

[Erika] I want to know you better.

Why?

You want to marry me?

What do you want, really?

I would like some lessons.

[Woman] Lessons?

Yes, professional lessons.

Oh, I understand.

He doesn't function, eh?

No, it's not him, it's me.

I'm too inexperienced, too clumsy.

I'm too something,

but I don't seem to
have the right approach.

It can't be a serious problem.

It all depends on what you have

under that dress and how you use it.

Let's see.

What, now?

Do I need an appointment?

Or are you ashamed?

No.

No, no.

Easy does it.

Do you have a long mirror?

Of course.

First, the shoes.

Take them off.

No, no.

Slowly, gracefully, like this.

Bravo, excellent.

You're a quick learner.

No, stop, are you mad?

Do just as I tell you.

Now, let's start at the
top, the hair, let it down.

Now the dress.

Slowly, and move slowly, sinuously.

Your body must look like the letter ♪,

but soft, each move a caress.

Very good.

Now a pause.

Never rush this next part.

Open your mouth.

Kiss, very sweetly.

Then, little by little, more passionately.

Act excited.

Little, short sighs.

Then, unsnap your bra.

But he doesn't like my breasts.

When I offered...

Never offer, just show, naturally,

as if the bra had come
unfastened by itself.

He'll have his eyes closed
while you're kissing.

And give a short cry.

Then smile, another kiss.

More passion, more sighs.

Then start working down.

Of course you've already touched him.

Where?

Where else?

It is not abnormal.

Wherever you touch will be
fine, but do it delicately.

But I must be absolutely sure.

Where is it best to touch him?

Here.

(Erika moans)

Here.

(Erika moans)

And here.

Now kiss his neck, and you're off.

But the stockings.

Woe to the girl who takes them off.

The whole idea is to keep them on.

Just the stockings.

So, you're nude, yet not nude, ambiguous.

Almost all, yet not all.

And black stockings, very sheer.

So, I keep them on?

Until death.

You know, this is fun.

And now, to bed.

Who needs a bed?

Most romances die in bed.

An armchair, the sofa, the carpet.

That's good enough.

Improvisation.

That's the true secret of making love.

All right, put your clothes back on,

and we'll try it again together.

From the beginning and with feeling.

First, the hair.

Now the dress.

Slowly, sinuously.

Slowly, each move a caress.

Open your mouth.

Kiss.

Oh, yes, darling.

Oh, oh, do it.

Do it.

Oh, it's so good this way.

Why haven't I?

Oh, oh, just like that.

(Erika moaning)

(eerie music)

Erika.

(suspenseful music)

[Erika] No!

(Erika chokes)

Their vice-ridden bodies,
their shameless embraces.

In such cases, only death

can lend composure and
dignity to the human monster.

You think I am a monster, too, don't you?

No.

No, I understand.

You mean that?

You really mean that?

[Anne] Oh, darling.

Oh darling, I love you so
much, but I have no choice.

But you do have a choice, Kurt.

Here I am, I can't get away.

You can kill me whenever you want to.

But first, free yourself, please.

At least my death will
have served a purpose.

Tell me everything.

I know, I'll put some sugar

in your champagne, then you'll talk.

Talk.

What's the use of talk?

I do not wish to remember things.

I hate people who talk, I hate them!

[Woman] Please, for our orphans.

For our orphans.

Something for our orphans.

Thank you.

Bless you.

Sisters!

So, our poor, humdrum, commonplace way

of life doesn't interest you at all?

I prefer the way of the Lord.

But the Lord is also served by marriage,

by the birth of children.

There are already so many children

waiting for a mother's love.

Why do you tempt me from
the work of the Lord?

I, too, am a lord.

That's blasphemous.

But I do see what you mean.

Sometimes you remind me
a little of our Savior.

Well, of course, I
love you very profoundly.

That must be self-evident to you.

I've been coming here day
after day for two months.

I've even spoken to your Mother Superior.

I know, but what does a person

like you see with someone like me?

You have so many women to choose from.

I have made my choice.

Of course, if I repel you.

Oh, no, I swear it, it's me.

You say you want to marry me
and you don't really know me.

I believe with all my heart

that marriage demands mutual sincerity.

I have been honest with you.

I told you about my wife,
who died five years ago.

Yes, but I haven't.

I haven't been honest with you.

I have so many defects.

They hardly show.

Please, don't joke about it.

I'll ask to see you tomorrow.

Perhaps then I can have the strength

to confess completely to you.

Yes, but I entered the
convent to expiate my sins.

Now, I must tell you everything.

Darling, your past does
not interest me at all.

Don't say that.

Happiness cannot be built on lies.

We must be totally
sincere with one another.

I'm afraid I'm not as intact

as I was when I came into this world.

It's of no importance.

But I must confess you begin
to interest me very much.

He was a young boy, French.

I met him at the University of Vienna.

He was intelligent and nice.

Are you happy?

[Woman] Yes.

We shall be married in about two weeks.

It takes so much time.

Oh, so soon?

Well, then I'll have to hurry.

Hurry?

Yes, last night I remembered something.

After the French boy,
the one I told you about,

he had a friend, an Austrian.

Oh, we were shameless,
we made love everywhere.

Darling, please no.

In the fields, on park benches.

Please, please, please darling,

I do not wish to hear
about it, please, don't.

Let's simply have a drink.

Yes, my love.

I was really happy for
two months in London.

Then this woman came and took him away.

She was English, too.

Oh, darling.

She was his wife.

Darling, shut your
mouth and just kiss me.

No, first, you must hear
about the two Italians in Rome.

Two brothers.

We all slept together in the same room.

(engine rumbles)

Of course, the first
time was just to forget,

but then, he was so kind,
so gentle, so tender,

that I ended up falling in love with him.

His name was...

(plates clattering)

Christian.

Darling, Forgive me, I.

You must understand that

I have told you more than once that,

that you were born the day
you came into this castle.

Oh, does that mean
you really forgive me?

Forgive you?

You were not made to forgive.

You were made to love.

Wait, there was this Hungarian,

but I swear to you it only lasted a week.

Oh, yes.

I knew there was another one.

That Greek from Salonica.

I met him in Munich with the three Germans

I was with at the time.

Have you quite finished
with your vulgar revelations?

Oh, darling, it's just
that I want to be absolutely.

Sincere, Yes, I know, sincere.

I don't want to know about your sincerity.

I just want to love you.

I don't care about your sincerity!

You see?

I knew you couldn't accept
me for what I really am.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Jesus, thank you.

[Kurt] Thank you for what?

It's a miracle.

It's a miracle.

Jesus has reminded me of the last one.

The one I knew was there,

but couldn't think of for the life of me.

A Russian, a Communist.

Just for two nights.

A Russian and a Communist?

Oh, but darling, he was the last,

the very last, I swear it.

There weren't anymore.

A Russian and a Communist.

After that I could never, a Communist!

That was too much.

That was too much!

But you realize it was a
political insult as well

as a personal insult against
my class, against my blood!

After that, I could never forgive her.

She had to be punished to
the limit of her capacity.

You agree with me, don't you?

What else could you do?

Indeed, what else?

The nightmare is over, and
I'm yours, yours sincerely.

Right now, if you like.

Anywhere you like, even here.

Do you think this is the proper place?

Yes, you're right.

He understand everything, but perhaps.

(suspenseful music)

Oh, my darling, how
perfect, how wonderful!

Here among the flowers.

Oh, yes, my darling.

Take me, love me.

Show me you forgive me.

Heaven.

Yes, my darling, oh.

(coffin bangs)

Kurt!

(woman screaming)
(coffin banging)

(door knocks)

You were hoping that someone

was coming to save you, perhaps?

Kurt, believe me, I won't
say a word, I promise!

I'll make sure you don't, darling.

(paper tears)

Watch.

(chair zaps)

This is a kind of electric chair.

You Americans can really teach us

something about torture devices.

Come here.

Come here.

It kills in exactly 1
in of 3/10 of a second,

according to the brochure.

And it functions perfectly,
as you saw for yourself.

Now, if you'll forgive me, darling,

I will return as soon as I can.

Dear God, let it be Sergio.

Sergio, please.

(men chattering)

My dear Baroness,

I'm so sorry to hear you
are not feeling well.

You're even more beautiful
when you're pale, so Aryan!

She hasn't been out of that chair

all day long, have you, darling?

I'd like to leave it right now.

If one of these gentlemen
would be so kind?

May I help you, madam?

Why not?

It would be so good to see
you up and around again.

Oh, thank you very much.

But I guess it's better
for me to stay where I am.

I'm really not feeling too well.

(suspenseful music)

Can't you go any faster?

I'll pick you up just after sunrise.

Ah, but the train from
Berlin arrives at seven,

and Herr Heinrich has a personal message

to you from our leader.

Good, good, well, don't worry,

I'm an early riser, good night.

Goodnight.

My wife Anne is leaving
for Italy tomorrow.

I'm sending her to Venice, which I think

is an ideal place for
convalescence, don't you?

Isn't it a little risky?

A woman as beautiful as your
wife, alone with Italians?

They're a bad lot, all sexual maniacs.

Ah, well, I shall be
with her in a few days.

Good night.

(engine rumbles)

[Anne] Kurt, please.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I would not hurt you for the world.

I'd laugh if it didn't hurt so much.

I don't know how a
formidable figure like you

can manage to look so
like a naughty little boy.

But that's why a woman falls
in love with a man, I guess.

For his weakness as well as his strength.

For his sickness.

Sickness?

Why do you talk about sickness?

I am perfectly healthy.

Shall we discuss that, darling?

Your health, I mean.

Not your sickness.

You don't mind, do you?

There's still time?

Yes, yes, there is still time.

Still time.

You have until dawn.

Till dawn.

Dawn.

What a beautiful word, but
what ugly connotations.

Hanged at dawn, shot at dawn.

Anne, please, please.

I'm sorry, I forgot
one of your weaknesses.

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes, we were talking about you.

But to know all about you,

I must know more about
all those people in there.

There was this woman.

Dark, a beautiful face, but stern.

Ah, with her hair drawn
back tightly to her neck?

Yeah, that's the one, who was she?

Yes, that was a Brigitt.

Her name was Brigitt.

An Austrian, she came
from the city of Linz.

That's Hitler's city.

That was the only good thing about her.

We must rebel against
the tyranny of the male!

We must find our dignity as individuals.

And we must exclude the male
sex from our vital environment.

(audience applauding)

[Kurt] From a certain point of view,

she was a most extraordinary woman.

She didn't seem interested

in a sexual relationship
at all, she hated men.

It was like a challenge to a duel.

(gun firing)

The only fault she had was
that weakness for red wine.

All the time, all day long,

she got drunk and couldn't
control what she said,

and when she fell asleep she, she snored.

You're of some use after all.

You make an excellent wine.

So-called female weakness
is a male invention.

A racist invention.

Determined by the struggle
for economic power.

You men have enslaved women for centuries.

To avoid competition on the
political and social levels.

But all that is ending now.

Women have finally awakened.

Why don't you stop drinking,

or at least try to control yourself!

Why should I?

To make the big man happy?

What do you think?

Just because you have a
growth between your legs

you can tell me what to
do and what not to do?

I drink all I want!

To your ugly face!

Get out of here!

You pig, you dirty pig!

I'll take care of you
and your damned growth!

(Kurt cries out)

(Brigitt laughing)

(smacks)

(glasses clattering)

(both grunting)

You.

(whacking)

(smacking)

My God.

What's happening to me?

It's wonderful.

Hit me again.

Hit me again, please.

No, not my face.

Anywhere, anywhere, but not my face.

I must stay beautiful for you.

(smacking) (Brigitt moaning)

Don't stop it, no, darling,
you are what a man should be.

I am nothing, nothing compared to you.

Yes, yes, flog me!

Yes, flog me!

(Erika crying)

(wine splashes)

And me?

How will you kill me?

I do not know yet.

But whatever I do, I will try
not to make you suffer, Anne,

my darling, I assure you of that.

Oh, Anne, if only I
didn't have to kill you.

If only there was some way to avoid it.

I have an idea.

Anne, please, don't be so insistent.

Who's insisting?

How much time have I left?

Till dawn, if you wish.

Wish?

Oh, I wish.

May I have something to drink?

Of course.

Or after the episode
with that poor creature,

will it upset you too much?

Oh, Anne, don't be absurd.

You are not like the others.

Besides, champagne is not a vulgar wine

like that coarse tavern stuff.

You know, I feel much better.

That idea of yours, of making me talk,

emptying my memory, was a splendid one.

I feel freer, more serene.

Come and sit down, darling.

Now, listen to me.

There was one other, remember?

Young, little more than a child,

but a monster like the others.

I met her at an exhibition of modern art.

A decadent Jewish exhibition.

To this day, I do not
know where she came from.

She sprang at me out of nowhere.

You really like that mess?

Yes.

Why?

Because I like it.

Well, that's a good enough explanation.

Would you like to have a drink with me?

Why not?

Good, good.

What's your name?

Kurt Von Sepper, and yours?

Caroline.

Would you like to visit my castle?

Why not?

[Kurt] She seldom spoke.

She seemed indifferent to everything.

She only wanted to live and
to play like, like an animal.

(gentle music)

I won, I beat you.

Get me the glass of milk I won.

(dog barking)

(gentle music)

You're blocking the sun.

Sorry.

She was as lazy as a cat.

She was interested in nothing.

She was just like a stone.

A happy stone in the sunshine.

A stone is just a stone.

I tried to give her some
soul, to wake her up.

It's ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.

(cat meows)

(eerie music)

(owl hooting)

(Kurt whistles)

(animals crying out)

You did it because you were jealous.

I'm sorry.

If you wanted to make love,
all you had to do was ask.

(eerie music)

Come.

Strike.

(bird squawks)

(Caroline laughs)

Strike!

(Caroline screaming)
Strike, strike, strike!

I suppose you think I
should have let her go.

That's your business.

I don't care to discuss it.

Have you turned against me, too, Anne?

I'm not against anyone.

I've got my own problems.

And you're a liar.

I, a liar?

You, a liar.

You knew all about Marka
combing your mother's hair.

As you said, that was my own business.

And besides, my mother enjoyed
having her hair combed.

(dogs barking)

(suspenseful music)
(dogs barking)

(glass shattering)

(door rattling)

(dogs growling)

(gun fires)

Kurt, please, call off the dogs!

Don't worry, darling, he won't hurt you.

(dogs barking)

(gun firing)

I do not understand, darling,
why your friend did not

stay in his hotel room
and mind his own business.

A man should know his own
limits, don't you agree?

I had to take care of Marka, too.

After so many years of loyalty,

suddenly she was going to betray me.

She had become fond of you.

She wanted to warn you,
to tell you the truth.

She even wrote you a letter.

Ungrammatical, of course,
she was illiterate.

But with that letter, she
sighed the death warrant

of the only thing she really loved.

The old white cat.

Another lover of yours.

But in the end, it would
have led you to the vat

where old Marka lies fermenting
along with all the must.

I feel sorry for your friend.

It costs a fortune to come
from the city to here by taxi.

Pity that you spoiled it, darling.

It was my favorite.

Why does everyone want to hurt me?

It's the only way to express
gratitude to a man like you.

Anne, why do you insult me?

You're a monster!

You make me shudder.

You have a small, nasty soul.

You're a monster, a sadist!

And you're a whore!

You are worse than the others
because you talk of love!

I pitied you.

But not now, now I feel only hate.

Just like the others.

No, the others loved
you in their own way.

Even if just for your money or
your name or for this castle.

But I despise you!

Not for long, darling.

Not for long.

You know why you're
killing me, don't you?

And why you killed all the others?

They were monsters.

No, they were just women.

Their only fault was that
they wanted a little love,

and you weren't able to
give it to them, were you?

It all adds up now.

I wondered why you never
came to bed with me.

You were sick, you were ill.

Not always.

And they?

Were they ill?

Think back on what you've told me.

In every case, every case, you killed them

at the very moment when they tried

to give themselves to you.

All of them.

No, no, not all of them.

Not Greta, I did not kill Greta.

Oh, yes, Greta, too.

Think hard.

Try to remember.

Greta, too.

Oh, it's lovely!

Oh, it's so nice.

Oh, darling, it's a perfect
place for a honeymoon.

Darling, close the door.

(gentle music)

Oh, darling, I'm all thumbs.

Please, help me.

(gentle music)

Oh, Kurt!

There are bound to be
nervous disorders when one has

had the wartime experiences of the baron.

Your husband, Baroness,
needs rest and quiet,

like all heroes.

Oh, darling, I'll make you well.

Feeling better today, darling?

Yes, thank you, a little.

I can hardly wait for
you to get really healthy.

I dream about us making
love every night now.

I don't like being a virgin wife.

Last night again, darling.

It's always the same dream.

It's wonderful, but then,

I'm sure it's nothing like
the real thing, is it?

Feeling better today, darling?

Yes, thank you, a little better,

but still not strictly up to par.

Don't worry, darling.

I can wait.

In the meantime, I'll just keep dreaming.

They say there is no better
aphrodisiac than caviar.

Aphrodisiac?

They're merely fish eggs, my dear.

[Gerta] Kurt?

Yes?

I'm fed up with being
an under flowered wife.

I'm coming to bed.

Well, I don't think I'm
really well enough yet.

I'll make you well enough, darling.

That should do it.

(light clicks)

Hold this.

Well, I know my mother
didn't tell me everything,

but this I don't believe.

I told you, darling, that
I'm still not completely well.

If you can't get over a
nervous breakdown in two years,

you'll never get over it.

Oh, darling, forgive me.

I know it can't be so.

Oh, darling, I'm afraid it's no use.

You don't have to show that attitude.

It may mean nothing to you, but
it means a great deal to me.

I'm terribly sorry, darling,

but I'm afraid you simply
have to learn to live with it.

Live with it?

Me?

Are you mad?

Do you think it's just
because you're a hero?

I don't give a damn about heroes.

I want the man, M-A-♪♪.

If you're not one, I'll
go out and find one.

I need one, do you understand?

And right away, even if I have

to cause a scandal or get a divorce.

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

Well, there's the truth at last.

You did kill her.

It's the only thing you know
how to do, in war or in peace.

You're only half a man.

A poor, impotent creature

who's afraid to admit it to himself.

Shut up, damn you, shut up.

Why?

You can kill me only once.

Let me get this off my
chest and die happy.

You've always been in love
with your mother, Kurt.

Only with her.

The portraits, Marka, the
cat, this damn castle.

I spit on you, darling.

And not because you can't
go to bed with a woman.

That's a pitiful problem.

You make me sick because
you won't admit it.

You'd rather kill than have it known,

and anyone who finds out about
it ends up in the freezer.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

The great hero trembling at the thought

that his myth might collapse.

I am a man!

And I can prove it to you!

Prove it.

(dramatic music)

No, my dear.

I know your level.

You shall join your friend Sergio.

I'll give you to my dogs.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbles)
(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

You will find the temperature
a little below zero.

It will take you about one and a half

to two hours before you join the others.

Good-bye.

Forever.

(Anne crying out)

No!

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

It's absurd.

It's ridiculous.

(door knocks)

The baroness must already
have left for Venice.

(door knocking)

And what about the funeral?

In my opinion, it's best the poor girl

doesn't come up for the funeral.

It will be grandiose and
historic, true, but exhausting.

Especially for a young widow.

We'll make sure she knows
her husband died like a hero.

I swear, at this moment, I envy her.

(glass shatters)

(furniture clattering)

(bird squawks)

(gun clicks)

(bird squawking)

(gun fires)

(bird squawking)

(gun fires)

(bird thuds)

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)