All language subtitles for The.Touch.Of.Her.Flesh.1967.576P.Bluray.x264.Flac.2.0-MooN1.en

[dramatic music]

Claudia,

I have to catch the bus to Boston.

I'll miss you, Claudia.

I'll call you

as soon as I get there.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Oh, damn it, the speech.

[whimsical orchestral music]

When's your husband
getting back from Boston, Claudia?

Not for a week.

He's going to be fooling around
with his knives and guns.

When he wrote that book about weapons,

every convention in the country
was after him.

How do you know
he won't be fooling around with girls?

Are you kidding?

He doesn't have
anything to fool around with.

With all those weapons,
he could be a real lady-killer.

He couldn't shoot
his way out of a rubber bag.

[sultry piano music]

[phone busy tone beeping]

[sultry piano music]

[Claudia moans]

[car tires screech]

[somber music]

What happened?

You were hit by a car and hurt very badly,

but you'll be all right.

I can't move.

You're going to be all right.

You were hit by a car and hurt very badly.

Your legs will be paralyzed for a while,

but it looks
as if it will not last too long.

You've lost one of your eyes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Can I have your name?

Blender.

Stanley Blender.

And your address?

I have none.

Is there anyone
you would like me to notify?

A relative? A wife?

No, no one.

I have none.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Claudia,

you have done this to me,

but you are not alone.

Strip any girl naked
and you will find a filthy slut like you,

bare breasts and a bare stomach
waiting for a man's caresses,

waiting to be squeezed and kissed
until they heave in ecstasy.

They are a soft, pink trap.

Once a man is locked

within the hot vice of love that
is their thighs,

he can never escape.

He enters the trap
willingly, eagerly,

but finds it close around him
like an errand cage

until his manhood is buried deep
within this female soul

and can no longer move.

And then she tightens the hold,

twisting his swollen ego
deeper into her

until it is swallowed up.

And then, just as the heat
of his now insane love

is ready to burst upon her,

she cuts his love in two,

castrating his will,

subjecting him to her desires,

making him a crying, bleeding slave
who cannot move unless she bids him move.

[moody orchestral music]

No, it is not only you, Claudia,
who have done this.

It is every girl
who holds herself in her hands,

caressing her bare breasts
and the tender hollow of her thighs.

They look at themselves in their mirrors

and they can see their voluptuousness
that men desire.

Breasts swollen
with the sweet milk of love,

ready to be drunk,

warm and comforting
from the tender nipple,

but actually filled with the venom
of greed and self gratification,

ready to poison
the innocent man who seeks suck.

They see their own thighs slowly open
and just as slowly close,

beckoning to every man to come and find
within comfort and rest,

fulfillment of his desires and dreams,

sweet forgetfulness

and the darkly flaming furnace
of love itself.

A hot fire

that will sear his wounded soul,

and so he approaches
those softly opening thighs

until he finds himself

between Scylla and Charybdis.

Finds his body and his mind

breaking in this trap

where he is caught and tossed about,

unable to escape,

for the deeper in he drives,

the more he cannot ever escape.

[moody piano music]

There is one escape.

The only true escape

for any man trapped
in the sexual vortex of the female being:

it is to destroy her

and all who act like her,

to take the girl
who strips herself naked, in public,

and kill her naked, in public,

to lay the prostitute
back upon her pillows,

and as she opens to you,

strangle the filthy beast

so that those gates of flesh
shall never open again.

Death is what you deserve, my Claudia,

and death is what you shall receive.

[intense orchestral music]

I will slash open
the very core of your perversion.

Your blood will be
the testimony of your depravity.

I will kill them.

I will kill them, one by one,

and the first shall receive a rose

to symbolize the innocent pubescence
that she once had,

but its thorns shall be impregnated

with the poisonous venom
she herself dispenses,

and this symbol of her once virginity

shall kill the whore.

[upbeat music]

I told you
not to come here while I'm dressing.

[upbeat music]

Janet

I have a feeling that he's after me.

He can be very strange, Janet.

Sometimes,

I think he's going to kill me.

Oh, Claudia, don't be silly.

Richard ran away.
He couldn't face you again,

that's all.

I wish I could believe that,

but still,

he doesn't know about this place,
does he, Janet?

You never told him about it,
did you?

No, of course not.

He knows I pose for your paintings,
but not here.

I know Richard

and he wouldn't lift a finger,
even if he didn't know where you are.

Forget it.

[sultry big band music]

Hello, Janet.

Where you been for the last few weeks?

Out at my place on the island.

Why don't you come out for a while?
We could have a good time.

Listen, Janet,

you may have to put me up for a while.

Business is tough.

All the cops crack down election year
and I can hardly get a trick.

That's the pig that poses nude for Claudia

talking to one of her hooker friends.

[wistful orchestral music]

Hello, there.

[wistful orchestral music cont]

I don't need any help.

Undress yourself.

[moody orchestral music]

[moaning]
[moody orchestral music]

Go lie down on the bed.

I'll watch you while I prepare myself.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[moaning]
[foreboding orchestral music]

Don't move.

Where can I find that girl
you were talking to on the street?

Janet Harper.

Where is she?
Tell me and I won't hurt you.

Tell me, you little pig.

No one will want to look at
you when I get through with you.

If you don't tell me,
I'm not afraid to hurt you very badly.

Tell me.

[intense orchestral music]

Janet is modeling for an artist.

She's at a woodworking studio
in Oyster Bay.

She must still be there.

Oh, please don't.

[intense music cont]

[woman screams]

[mellow orchestral music]

Run, Janet.
Run!

It's Richard.

He's crazy.
Run!

[intense orchestral music]

Hello, Claudia.

Oh, fuck.

Let me go.

[Claudia screams]

[intense orchestral music]

Claudia.

My dear Claudia.

Let me see those breasts of yours.

Those breasts that he was fondling.

Let me see them

and feel them again

before they die.

[dramatic orchestral music]