All language subtitles for Deep Inside (1968) eng

- Mrs. Redmond?

Mrs. Redmond?

- Why all the anxiety?

- I was supposed to open up the windows today

to air out the house.

I'll bet she's on her way, though.

Come on, help me, will you?

At least that's done.

- How soon do you think she'll be here?

- Hey, don't be so nervous.

If she'd been on the 12:20 ferry,

she would've been here already.

Hi, Mrs. Peters!

- Who's that?

- Damn, it must be Mrs. Redmond.

- See you soon.

- Hi, Mrs. Redmond.

- Jeanie.

And Linda.

Linda, before I say anything else,

I just want to say to you that I'm sorry about

what happened between you and Jules.

- I am, too.

If I just hadn't been so stupid last summer...

- Oh, come on, baby. No regrets.

It's a brand new season at our little cottage.

- I can't help it,

but I'll try not to throw a wet blanket on your holiday.

- Well, I guess we better put our things away.

Mind if I bunk with you?

- Be happy to have you, Jean.

- Oh, that must be Pam now.

- Oh.

joy Pam!

- This is my husband, Bill Lewis.

Darling, this is Joy. - Hi, Bill.

- Hi, Joy. - And Martin.

- Hi, Bill, how are ya? - Nice to meet you.

Hungry?

- Oh, I'm dying of thirst.

I'll have a scotch and soda.

- And make mine a ginger ale.

- Coming UP-

- I'll show you to your room, okay?

- Yes. - This way.

- How are you and Rick getting along?

- Oh, as well as most.

- Why don't you fix yourself a drink?

- Oh, I will in a minute.

I'll wait for Linda. She's still in the shower.

Millcie?

- Yes, Jean?

- Is uh, is Neva...

- She wasn't sure.

- Oh, I hope she doesn't stay away on my account.

- On your account?

Since we were all frosh at Spuria, and that's 1O years ago,

you and she have been close.

- Last summer, we became a little too close.

Last fall, at luncheon one day,

we decided it would be better for both of us --

no, for our marriages, if we discontinued being that close.

So I haven't seen her since then.

- Jean, I could cry sometimes.

How we've drifted apart.

- Now I feel better.

Hey, we going somewhere tonight?

- I'm going somewhere.

Well, honey, I have to go have a drink with the girls.

- Can't it wait?

- Millcie would be so disappointed.

You know, this is our 11th get together.

Don't sulk.

I won't be late.

Neva, I'm so glad you could make it.

- Hello, Jean.

- Oh, hi, Neva.

- How have you been?

- Oh, fine.

- Let's get your things put away.

Then you can fix yourself a drink.

- That's fine.

- The girls can wait.

- What about Martin and Joy?

- Oh, they won't mind.

Last summer, when a girl had a guy and she didn't

have anywhere to take him, she brought him here.

' Who?

I mean, what girls?

- Oh, no one from our group.

- I'm sorry.

Don't be angry.

- Well, I just don't know how you could possibly think

it would be one of my friends.

- I remember Pam from last year.

She must have brought at least five different guys here.

- Oh, now she's got one.

Maybe he can keep her happy.

- Who knows?

Hey, don't you get any ideas.

- Let's go to bed.

okay

- I can't hear them.

Try not to breathe so hard.

- What an enthusiastic group.

It's more like a wake than the first night

of our annual summer reunion.

I wonder what's keeping Pam.

- Well, I have to go.

The girls will think I died.

Oh, Bill.

Bill.

- Jeez, no wonder she's so mad on him.

- Don't you get any ideas.

- She could have got tied up.

- Well, she could have at least called.

- It's 11:30

If you don't mind, I'm going to go to bed.

- Yeah.

- If Pam does show, give me a call,

I'll come back up for another drink.

- Night, Linda.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- I'll be in right after this drink.

- I'm sure disappointed in Pam.

- Well, goodnight girls.

- Jean.

- Yes, Millcie?

- Will you wait a minute?

Neva.

You girls have been behaving like grade school children.

Now, let's clear the air.

So you've had an affair with each other.

Well, you've been friends for 1O years.

Perhaps it's a natural development.

- Have you ever had an affair with a girl?

- No.

- You and Pam were as close as Neva and I.

- I know, but perhaps Pam and I just like boys too much.

- Yeah.

You two were always out on dates.

- You and Walter make love enough?

- Every night.

- John and I are lucky if we make love twice a week.

- Well, I doubt Rick and I make love that much.

- And you've always got somebody on the side.

- You still do?

- Except for this month each year.

I dedicate June to my vacation and to my friends.

- At Spuria, everybody thought you were a real hot number.

- But after graduation, we wondered.

No, every once in a while, you seem to have panicked

when some guy tried something.

Like last year, when Nick Appelos got drunk and made a pass

at you in the parking lot.

Why, you looked as if he had wrestled

with a bobcat and lost.

- I couldn't let him get fresh with me.

I mean, I...

I'm too easy to start,

then I lose control.

I'd blow my relationship with Walter, everything.

- What's the matter?

- Thinking of Millcie.

I know her, she'll be furious with me.

I should have gone for that drink.

- I'm sorry, hon.

- How did you sleep?

- Oh, like a log.

I didn't even hear Neva get up this morning.

By the way, where are the girls?

- Well, they went to the ocean to take a dip.

Why don't you join them?

- Perhaps I will.

Millcie, is Harvey on the island this summer?

- No, I think they sold their bungalow, Linda.

Did you love him?

- I don't know.

If I did, it would've been strictly academic, anwvay.

He wasn't about to leave Bunny.

- I feel sort of guilty about the whole thing.

- Why?

- I did introduce you to him.

- I'm a big girl now, Millcie.

I just let things get out of hand

and lost up a very good marriage.

I'm gonna join the girls.

- Millcie, hi!

- Well, if it isn't the long lost Pam Lewis.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.

- Could've at least called.

- Okay, you have a right to be angry,

but Bill and I did come over on the boat.

You know what a terrible sailor I am.

Besides, Millcie, it was so late

and well, it was all we could do to fall in bed.

We were so exhausted.

- Pour yourself a cup of coffee.

Welcome home.

- Thank you, darling.

- Well, Millicent Redmond.

- Mavis Kitchell, what are you doing here?

I thought you spent your summers in Vermont.

- Ordinarily I do, but my friend prefers the beach.

- Your friend?

I suppose he's a young friend.

- He's a young friend.

- Well, there's nothing wrong with that, I suppose.

Not if you want to play the role of mother.

- Guess who's spending his month's vacation

with Roger and me?

- Not Don Vincents?

- Don Vincents.

- Well, why did he come to the island?

- He knew you'd be here.

- Oh, that's ridiculous.

Ever since he came to work for us,

he's been following me around like a...

- Like a lovesick puppy, right?

- You might say that.

- Unfortunately for him, he's quite taken with you.

- Well, he's a child.

- He's also a very disturbed young man.

He has a history of violent outbursts behind him.

- I know all about those outbursts.

They were all in the past.

- No, he's still seething with anger

and resentment, and hostility.

He's had a hard life.

- We all have to adjust, Mavis.

- Oh, come on, Millcie.

This boy's mother abandoned him on a lonely country road

when he was five years old.

He was raised in a variety of foster homes and institutions.

Not many of us have to deal with blows like that.

- Well, we agree on something.

He's a disturbed child.

- He's also a sensitive young man.

Fine designer of costume jewelry.

Doesn't my store sell a lot of your stuff?

Well, I'd say three quarters of it are his designs.

- We agree on the second thing, he's a good designer.

After all, I did discover him.

He was a starving artist when I first viewed his sketches

and saw something in them.

- Millcie, there's one thing I can never say about you,

and that is that you're not a great businesswoman.

Walter Redmond would still be turning out that second rate,

overpriced junk that my store couldn't even display if you

hadn't married him and become his partner.

- You do think nice things of me sometimes, don't you?

I'm having an open house around five.

Why don't you come with your friend and bring Don?

- I might just do that.

- Good.

My place is the first house east of Moody's Landing.

- One thing.

About Don, don't lead him on anymore.

- Who said I ever led him on?

- I did.

I know you, Millcie.

- You're right, Mavis.

You do know me. Too well.

- So there I am.

Hey, here comes little Pam now.

- You had to invite Harry?

- I didn't, he invited himself.

- Well, he's the only one that showed up out of my past.

I guess I should be glad about that.

- Ah, you ought to go over and say hello.

- I suppose so.

I'll see you later.

okay.

- Hey, Pam, baby. How are you?

- Oh, hi, Harry. - Good to have you back again.

- Oh, you remember Clark from last year?

Hello, Clark.

- Yeah, well, now that the amenities are taken care of,

how about you and me kind of sneaking off someplace

for a while, renew old acquaintances, huh?

- Uh-uh, I'm married.

No more house playing with anybody except my Bill.

- Well, well, where was I?

Oh, where was I?

- Oh, you were on the ski lift.

- Oh, right, right.

Well, I'm on the ski lift and there's this bomb female

and a great looker, but her ski pants

are two sizes too small, you know?

So anyway, I says to Charlie, I says, "Look, man,

I don't know whether to put a saddle on her

or make love to her."

Oh, Harry.

- Well, well, well, I'm in just as good a form this year

as I was last time we were here.

- Yeah, you hit the ball, too.

- Yeah. Well, it's a little early in the evening

for this little lady to make any comparison, but...

Give me some time, you know?

- I assume you're Bill Lewis.

I'm Millicent Redmond.

- Glad to meet you, Mrs. Redmond.

I can't tell, isn't it?

I can't tell, isn't it?

- Good old Pam, always the life of the party.

A good sport, isn't she?

- Yeah, a real good sport.

- Well, I'm glad to have met you, Bill.

I must go back and see to my other guests now.

Excuse me.

There's plenty of food and booze, just help yourself.

- Sure thing, Mrs. Redmond.

- Hi. - Hi, Norma.

- This is Jay, the guy I told you about.

- Hello, Jay. Glad to meet you.

Why don't you boys get some refreshments

while Norma and I make some girl talk?

- Okay, Mrs. Redmond, what do you have in mind?

- Now, listen carefully.

I want you to go over to see...

- Like a drink?

- No, I don't drink.

- There's this girl, see,

sitting in front of me, and I lean forward

and I blow in her ear.

- I catch him and he goes, "Woo!"

You know?

So then I learn over again and I go, "woo!"

- And she goes, "woo-hoo-hoo!"

- That's Pam Lewis.

She's pretty, isn't she?

- Yeah.

- She's pretty.

- Oh.

- The guy with his arm around her,

he said he was her lover at one time.

Somehow, I can't picture the two of them together.

He's such a blowhard.

- Watch your hands.

It's all an act.

It's all an act.

You should see her when she's alone with me.

- Oh, really?

hey

That was a lot of booze to take down in one go.

- I'd like...

I'd like another drink.

- Take mine, I don't drink.

I really don't.

- Millcie.

- Don, how are you, sweetheart?

I want you to meet my friend, Roger Furman.

- Hello.

- And Mavis you already know.

- Why don't we get ourselves a drink?

great

- Don't you want a drink?

- Later, Millcie.

- Pam! Pam Lewis!

Hi.

- Pam Lewis, I'd like you to meet Don Vincents,

the best jewelry designer in the business

and a very dear friend.

Take good care of him for me.

okay.

Well, would you like to dance?

- No, not really.

Would you like a drink, though?

I could use one.

- Sure. Why not?

- Enjoying yourself, dear?

- Oh, yeah, it's gay, light, a nice atmosphere.

- Now, Jay, tell me about yourself.

What are you doing for the summer?

- I work on the mainland in the luncheonette.

I'm a busboy.

- How much do you make there?

- Sixty-five bucks a week.

- Jay, baby, you and I are gonna see a lot more

of each other this summer.

- Really?

- Oh, don't you like the idea?

- I love the idea.

- Good.

Now, let's find a nice place where we can talk alone.

- Hey, what's the matter, darling?

- Didn't you hear Millicent Redmond and that boy?

She's going to lead him on and confuse him,

just like she did Don.

- Honey, you can't protect every vulnerable young man

from this particular predatory female.

- Oh.

Would you like a drink?

Oh, Well.

In that case, lthink I'll retire to my quarters.

- I thought he didn't drink.

- Now, do you understand what I want you to do?

- You mean you're gonna fix me up with that lady.

- Not exactly.

I'm going to give you $70 a week

to be available if she wants you.

- You mean, I don't have to do anything unless...

- Unless she invites you to do something.

The only thing you must do is tell her that you --

- Tell her I'm hung on you.

And if she invites me to, um...

- Well, you do what she invites you to do.

That's worth an extra hundred.

- For each time?

- No, for the first time only.

- Where can I bring her?

- If she doesn't have a place, you can bring her here.

We have three unused bedrooms in the back.

- Gee, we better get back to the party.

People might think we're doing something.

- I don't really care what they think, do you?

All right.

And this is the way I want you to handle the job.

- Hi, Linda.

- Hi, Joy.

Hi. - Hi.

- Do you mind if my friend and I --

- You can use the back bed.

- You sure it's okay?

- Of course. Go ahead, dear.

- I like you.

- I like you, too.

- Are you married?

- You don't want me to make love to you now, do you?

- I still want you to make love to me.

- Thank you, Jay.

- Thank you, Millcie.

- Now, just go have yourself a good time.

- Which room is my wife bumming around in?

- Millcie, I'm worried about Bill.

- He was here.

I introduced myself to him

and I went over to talk to Mavis.

When I turned around, he was gone.

- Well, I wish someone would've told me.

Please, excuse me.

- Seems awfully worried about her husband.

- He's a lush.

- Ah, I'm surprised you even bothered to come back at all.

- Bill, Why?

Why did you undo everything?

- Don't touch me, you tramp.

I saw you tonight.

- You saw me having a good time with my friends.

Why didn't you come to be with me?

- With him pawing you like that?

No, thanks.

- Bill, it was all perfectly innocent.

Believe me.

Get away from me, you bum.

- Everything all right, Pam?

- They're bums, too.

Get 'em outta here!

- Linda, please go.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

- You lousy slut.

- Whoa, what a bad scene we just saw at the Pond's house.

Pam's husband was blindly drunk.

- Yeah, he gave her some going over.

- He hit her?

- Yeah, and almost tore her dress off.

- Yeah, and called her a tramp.

- Maybe I better go over there.

- Oh, it would be better if you stay away.

For now.

- He's smashed again.

Jumping around that boat, in that condition,

it's a wonder he doesn't break his neck.

Come on, let's go back to my place and have some breakfast.

- Aren't you the young man who was

at Millicent Redmond's the other night?

- Yes, I was there.

- I'm Mavis Kitchell, I was there, too.

- I'm Jay Williams.

- How do you do?

You've been out here every morning for days.

I live right over there,

like to come in for a cup of coffee?

Jay, you are much too young to be playing around

with somebody like Millicent Redmond.

- You know, she gives me the same bull.

I'm always too young.

Well, maybe I'm hung on her.

- That would be sad, because Millicent

can't do a thing for you.

Not a thing.

She can only hurt you badly.

- I just don't understand it, Millcie.

He's been so sweet up until now.

And you know he hadn't taken a drink in over six months.

Oh, he's been so angry all this week.

Why, he hasn't said five words to me.

And I mean he is drinking too much.

- Oh, I know.

We're all very much concerned about it.

- Well, I've made up my mind.

If he doesn't straighten out, and soon,

I'm going to make him take me home.

- That'd be ridiculous.

That's what he wants.

You'd be giving into his childish demands.

Look, why don't you just stop brooding about all of this.

Go out, forget about Bill.

You'll see how quick he'll fall into line.

- Yeah, just who would I go outwith?

- Oh, the island's just full of eligible males.

- Uh-uh.

I've had my fill of one night stands, Millcie.

Look, as screwed up as Bill is, I love him.

- So you love him.

Why can't you just have a nice relationship with some man?

No sex, just sun, sand and conversation.

- And where would you find a man around here

who's interested in only sun, sand and conversation?

- Right over there.

- Don?

- Don.

He really admires you very much.

- I'd never know it.

- He's a shy, sensitive guy.

Ah, give him a break.

Be a little aggressive.

I'm sure he'll fill the bill and take up the slack

until Bill straightens out.

- Well, he is rather good looking.

- Hey, you still up?

- Can't sleep.

I was nervous as a cat.

I'm sorry, Jean.

- That's all right.

- Jean, do you think there's something wrong with me?

I mean, wanting to be with men so much.

- There's nothing wrong with you, baby.

- It's late, but do you think I could --

- Call Clark?

Why not?

- I'm going to bed.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Gin.

I win again.

- Here she comes.

- Where is everybody?

- Oh, Linda went off with Harold and Jean's still in bed.

Hey, Pete here invited me to go water skiing with him,

but I've got work to do.

Why don't you go along?

- Well, I've sort of promised Jean...

- Oh, honey, you'll wait for Jean,

then you'll go to the beach, swim,

lie in the sun for a half hour.

The rest of the day, you'll be playing gin.

Go on, the change will be good for you.

- Well, I have gotten a little hung up on the game.

I'd love to go water skiing.

- Great. Got a suit on?

- Under my slacks.

- Oh, hey, where is everybody?

- Millcie's marketing.

Are you Jean?

- Yeah.

- I'm Norma Greer.

- Oh, that's right. I saw you at the party.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to talk with you.

- Well, let's make up for it.

I'm looking for company for a swim.

- Why not?

Neva is probably down at the beach anyway.

- Neva's got a date with a boy.

Must have been great to go to a classy school like Spuria.

I go to the state college over at Warren Valley.

- Don, would you like a drink?

- I'll pass for now.

Would you like to tell me about it?

- I don't know how anyone can describe a marriage

that's falling apart before her very own eyes.

- I thought that might be it.

I'm sorry.

- Come with me to Millcie's room.

You're afraid.

- But I'll come.

- Help me out with my suit.

- We've got company.

" Oh?

- Pam and Don.

- Pam and Don?

- Why don't you just fix yourself a drink,

and one for me, and relax?

Let's give them time to really get acquainted.

- Um. - Hmm?

- What about you and...and Bill?

- He hasn't even talked to me for over a week.

He's left the house every morning at the crack of dawn

just as drunk as he was the night before.

He's got some stupid idea that...

- You've been unfaithful to him?

- Well, he's certainly got grounds for suspicion now,

hasn't he?

- But before this, he had no grounds, right?

- No grounds whatsoever.

- Jean?

' Yes, baby?

- I went water skiing with this boy, Pete, today.

We're going surfing tomorrow.

- Well, good for you.

- Oh, he's just a kid.

But nice.

He asked me to ask you to come, if you'd like.

- Oh, I'd love to try surfing,

but I've already made plans with Norma Greer

to meet some of her friends.

- Oh, that's...that's nice.

I'm glad you're meeting new people.

- What are you doing walking around

at this hour of the night?

- I want...l want someone to make love to me.

- You stay right here, I'll get my wife.

- I'm going to leave him, Don.

- I'm glad.

- He was absolutely dead drunk last night,

but he recovered enough to take the boat out this morning.

I just can't put up with it anymore.

- Come in, the door's open.

- Oof, we just came in to get warm.

Hope you don't mind.

- Oh, no, at all. - Of course not.

Well, boy, that storm came up in a hell

of a hurry, didn't it?

- Blew up in a minute, didn't it?

- Hey, you want to wanna have a drink?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here you go, gang. - I need some.

- Would you pass this around? - Yeah, you know.

- Hey, listen, I got an idea.

Suppose we four all go over to my place,

over to my little hideaway, huh?

- Mm, mover. - Okay, come on, come on.

Let's go.

- Fun. - Yeah.

See you later.

- Bye.

Why weren't we invited?

- Gin.

- Oh, damn it.

- Well, everybody, this is our little hideaway.

Come here.

Okay, just bundle up in the corner and get comfortable,

'cause that's what we're gonna do.

- No, Pete, don't.

Please don't.

- Like a drink?

I am a little smashed.

I hate to be alone when it storms like this.

Martin went to the mainland for supplies.

Well...

- Pam, you better look in on your husband.

He's in bad shape.

- Help me, Pam.

Help me.

I'm sick.

- You're drunk, Bill.

- Oh, help me.

- I can't.

I'm leaving you, Bill.

- I don't blame you.

I don't

Please, help me.

I need you, baby.

Without you, I'd die.

You did it once before.

Do it again.

- Bill, are you...

are you sure that you're steady enough to handle the boat?

- Yes.

And I'd prefer to.

I got to get myself straightened out.

This will gimme a chance to do some thinking

without a protective coating of alcohol around my brain.

- All right, but please be careful.

- Do you have to eat that peach like that?

- I love peaches.

- There he goes.

One little slip to bump his head

and that would be it.

A godsend to Pam.

- She's gonna leave him anwvay, Millicent.

- Good for her.

What prompted that decision?

- She loves me and I love her.

She should be waiting for me over at your place now.

- Here come Don and Millcie.

- Will you come with me to my room?

- Sure.

- She's not here.

- No, she's not here.

Sit down and have a cup of coffee.

- I see you love peaches, too.

- Where the hell can she be?

- Don, what do you know about Pam?

- I know she loves me.

- Do you know that she's been with a lot of men?

- That's all in the past.

- I think she's frightened.

Do you remember what he did to her the night of the party?

I have reason to believe that she's afraid he'll kill her.

- Here she comes now.

- I almost didn't have the courage to come here

and tell you, Don, but I can't see you anymore.

And it would make it so much easier if you

would just stay away from me.

- Just like that?

After what happened between us?

- He's my husband, Don. Try to understand.

- You should have thought about that before.

- I forgot for a while, please forgive me for that.

- Pam, come away with me.

I need you. - Don, please.

- Come away with me.

Come away with me. - You're hurting me!

Stay out of my life!

Stay out of my life!

Stay away from me!

Oh, Millcie, what am I going to do?

- You're going to have to avoid Don.

He's got to realize that it's over.

- Pam, I gotta talk to you.

- I've gotta talk to you.

I had to tell you this.

Pam is in much greater danger than I first surmised.

She's scared to death of him.

That's why she ran away from you just now.

That's why she's afraid to be seen with anyone.

He's not only drunk, he's insane.

I'm fearful that he'll...he'll have another spell.

This time, he may kill her.

I must try to talk her into running away with you.

She won't.

She's frightened of what will happen to her and to you.

As I said before,

the best thing that could happen for Pam is for him

to slip on that deck.

He could easily hit his head.

They say that drowning is an easy way to go.

Oh, he'd be out of his misery.

Pam would be out of hers.

He'll be in soon.

- Some day, huh?

It's the best part of the day, too.

No one in sight.

The world is so peaceful, quiet, so empty.

Except for you and me.

Why don't you come aboard?

So you're the man that's in love with my wife, huh?

I thought you'd be around sooner or later.

I don't blame you for being in love with Pam,

but if I lost her, I might as well be dead.

- It's over, Millcie.

- What's over?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- You know what I'm talking about.

- What is he talking about?

- You said it'd be easy.

He drinks a lot.

He'd slip, hit his head.

' WhY, You're crazy!

Mavis, You know he's crazy.

You said it yourself, he's a disturbed boy!

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about a puppet.

- You see?

He's insane, he's talking outta his head.

- I'm talking about a puppet.

First, Millcie pulls one string.

- On, he did slip!

He did take knee fall, he did slip!

- No.

No, he didn't slip.

- Oh, Don, you didn't.

You just couldn't, you couldn't.

- Somebody get me a ginger ale?

- Bill!

- What are you grinning at?

- I feel sorry for you, Millicent.

- You are sorry for me?

Oh, don't you be so superior.

You are as much my puppet as Don was.

You, with your hunger for young men.

Young men who love the money you buy them with.

Well, everyone can go home.

The party's over.

- Not quite yet, Millicent.

What you said is true.

We do have our easy to pull strings to our...our gland,

that's why I can feel sorry for you, Millcie.

You've never had that string.

You're frigid, Millcie. Frigid.

- Just because I refuse to degrade myself?

- You've never made love to anybody.

Not even to Walter, your husband.

- I'm much more of a woman than any of you.

Pam, Neva, tell them.

Who do the men want? Me.

- Walter almost went insane that first year.

You cringed and cried every time he touched you.

You locked yourself in the bathroom.

- How could you know that?

All those years...

you

- Me.

He found a string and he pulled it.