All language subtitles for Trittico (1971) En

- Hello, Omar!
- Hello!

Hello, Barbara.

Welcome.
How was the trip?

Splendid, a second honeymoon full of rest.

The husband is always the wrong
partner for journeys like that.

My trip with your assistant was worse,
all she talks about is medicine.

She's waiting for us by the square.

- Hello, Silvia.
-Andrea!

- You made it at last.
- How are you, Silvia'?

- Pleasant trip?
- Great, thanks.

Until this morning I didn't
know if I was going to fly.

Well you made it.

- I got a last minute call.
- I guess you didn't mind.

Omar, take my beauty case, please.

- Let's not discuss the clinic.
- You're right, we're on holiday.

- Where are we going?
- Excuse me.

This is the address.

- Who gave you this address?
- My secretary, I think.

- Why?
- Nothing, l thought l knew it.

- I don't think there's anyone there.
- What are you looking at, Omar?

It's strange, I get the feeling
I've been here before.

- Have you been waiting long?
- Yes, a while.

Right.
Seems there's nobody here.

Fatima should be there,
she lives there.

Why don't you come to my place?
I live next door.

- Then you can go to the beach.
- What shall we do?

The sea is dark.

Like it’s made of lead.

The sea has always made me sad.

Cheer up, guys-

Do you want to ruin my first night in the orient?

Fatima’s the only one who's
been nice to me.

Check out this beautiful
necklace she gave rne.

Istanbul must be fabulous at night.

Just look at the Bosphorus.

Why don't we go out?

You can only go to a masked ball
dressed like that

You've never liked how I dress.

- You don't like modern fashion.
- Right, because I'm old to you.

Remember we've just arrived.

I'm very tired.

We'll go out tomorrow night

Here we go again, you want to stay
indoors feeling sorry for yourself.

You can't get it out of your head.

Why do you have to keep
thinking of the same thing?

After all, you still haven't
killed anyone, my dear.

Leave it

He thinks he isn't the
great surgeon he used to be.

He's developed a phobia for
surgical instruments.

He's afraid he can't use them
anymore and it's all he thinks about.

Don’t you see that
you're only making it worse?

Please Barbara, try not to argue
here as well, we're on holiday.

I've waited a long time for this.

Coming back to your own country
after a fifteen year absence...

It should feel good,
but I feel strange.

Maybe it's because I've
lost my roots.

Or maybe it's this place.

I don't know, I can't explain it.

I used to be a photo-model in New
York, but I've never posed nude.

It was serious work.

Andrea was so impressed.

Who did you fall in love with?
Me, or the cover of Life magazine?

It wasn't Life, my dear.

If I remember correctly it was
some cheap magazine from Boston.

You're always right.

- The wind is so hot.
- Yes.

It comes from the Black Sea.

You were about to end
your career, how absurd.

Crazy.

That idiot could have killed me.

- It would have been quite a fall.
- A bit too high for my liking.

You never watch your step.

- It's as though he pushed you.
- Right, it's true.

What did he say?

I didn't get all of it.

A story of a butterfly that will
soon be able to fly free and happy.

The butterfly could be you.

You guessed, didn't you?

Think about it.

Wait!

- You try as well.
- I'll never be able to move like that.

What is it?

Have you finally figured out what's
so strange about this place?

No, there's nothing
strange about this villa.

What’s strange,
is that I ended up here.

Why?

This villa belonged to
a friend of mine.

A French sculptor.

I figured it out from
the statues in the garden.

I recognised her style.

Her name was Claudine.

Why did you say, "her name was"?

You talk about her as
though she were dead.

She is dead.

She hung herself here.

In this house.

I never found out why?

The last time I saw her was
in Paris, she was very strange.

It was quite by chance,
she was always here.

She talked to me about love.
Yes, about love.

But not like a woman who's
simply in love...

There was something else
about what she said.

I understood it later,
when I heard of her death.

I don't remember her
words exactly.

Or the meaning hidden
behind them.

Claudine often talked in riddles.
She was a riddle herself.

Just like her sculptures.

Which in some way are all tied to an
astral and psychic concept of life.

A hard woman to understand.

She told me about the influence
of the Zodiac in all our lives.

She told me about choices and love,
and also about the kingdom of death.

Of domus mortis '

You frightened rne,, Fatima.
What is it?

I'm sorry, but I saw the light on,
I thought you might need something.

This was Claudine's room.
I always came to her at this hour.

- Why did she kill herself?
- She faced an impossible challenge.

She was a Scorpio and she
chose Libra at the wrong moment.

I'm also a Scorpio.

I've never posed nude.

Let's sit here.

Eminé, what were you doing
in the garden last night?

Me?

Don't be afraid.
What are you worried about?

You weren't doing anything wrong.

In fact, I don't even know
why you ran away.

I always go there to see the lady.

- Lady?
- Yes, the white marble lady.

The lady who isn't there anymore.

Is she dead?

Yes, she's dead.

It’s Claudine.

She was a very beautiful woman.

So many strange things here.

They belonged to Claudine.

Claudine was very attached
to that pendulum I had given her.

She never did anything before
consulting it with me.

But the last time she didn't.
The last time she was here.

She didn't want to listen to me.

I wonder what it would say to rne..

Make sure you bring a lot
of money for the roulette table.

No, I'm not a gambling man,
I'm unlucky.

Silvia, you're someone else.
You look marvelous.

All it took was a kaftan and to let
your hair down to perform a miracle.

I propose a toast!

To the new Silvia!

It isn't down to me,
it’s the air in Istanbul.

Istanbul?
It's the air of domus mortis!

Goodnight, Andrea.

Forgive me, Silvia.

Goodnight.

You're drunk again.
Leave me alone, I don't like it.

All of a sudden you turn
into a brute...

But then you leave things
half finished.

What's happening to you, Andrea?

You haven't been able to
function for some time.

Too much time.

Don't be so dramatic.

Deep down, It doesn't
really matter.

To me at least.

Why don't you try with Silvia?

We were distracted.

No, it's my fault, I should’ve
been more careful.

Let's go inside.
Do you mind?

I'd like to see something
by Claudine Blanchard.

What a sculptor.
A real artist.

You're out of luck,
I'm mortified.

Mr. Oblomoff just bought up
everything I had of hers.

Listen, Claudine's sculptures
have become very rare.

Mr. Oblomoff is quite the collector,
and he doesn't mind the expense.

All of Claudine's works she
did in Turkey are in his hands.

That said, I do have some
drawings, but nothing significant.

Here we are.

They're not quite up to the
standard of a true artist.

You see they're just...

They're great.
I'll take all of them.

- I'm interested in this dagger.
- I'm pleased, you must be an expert.

That's a precious weapon,
a real jewel.

The nomad tribes used
them to execute traitors.

For the last blow,
the coup-de-grace.

So you're really leaving?

Yes, in a few days at the most.

Will you stay in Ankara for long?

I don't know.

I don't even know why I'm going.

Ankara is my city, but there's
nobody waiting there for me anymore.

Then why don't you stay
here with us?

No.

No, I can't stay,
it’s stronger than me.

I don't know what's happened
to you, Omar, but I'm sorry.

About Claudine, there's
something I didn't tell you...

The other night,
I saw her hanged.

Perhaps that vision was trying
to tell me something.

Everything in the villa seemed
to talk to me, that statue...

Those strange sculpted figures.

Her drawings.

I looked at them for a long time,
they really are magical.

They’are frightening.

Those astrological signs,
it's as though they're moving.

I'm not sure Claudine's death
was a suicide any more.

It feels like anything could
happen since we arrived here.

- I've seen that man before.
- Okay dear, perhaps you're right.

But is it a logical
explanation for all of this?

Why would someone want me dead?
It's absurd.

I've never had any enemies,
certainly not in Istanbul.

Okay, you're right.

You play very well, Fatima.

Check.

What were you doing
in the garden last night?

I was chasing shadows.

You and my husband are
starting to bore me.

Maybe you're right, but the Orient
can play funny tricks on you.

Perhaps, but I like it here.

I lose again.

You really are good.

I'm desolate, you didn't lose
because I'm good,

it's because you're distracted.

I'll prepare something
for you as well.

I'll have a drop of yours.

Barbara is still on
the motorboat with Omar.

Always better than
a game of chess.

Why?

Barbara?

Yes, of course.

It's a delightful place.

The sea, the sky,
the sand.

- Do you like it?
- You were right, it's beautiful here.

What a strange shape.

It keeps changing appearance
depending on how you move it.

How strange.

Curious.

It was the sea that
made it like this.

Are things getting better
between you and Andrea?

Nothing's changed.
Not even after our arrival here.

Andrea seemed a little
strange to me yesterday.

He was confused.

It seemed like he had
something important to tell me.

Look!

It looks like a set of scales.

Libra, the sign of the Zodiac.

They were great, they were so
convincing I thought it was real.

A really exceptional performance.

Death is also an
exceptional performance.

The last one, without imitations,
and nothing left to improvisation.

There are precise rules when you
have to perform this routine...

and nobody can ever turn
down their part.

Fascinating.

So fascinating it's almost dangerous.

Did you see the way he
looked at your medallion?

- Why?
- I'd like to know as well.

Then ask him, you might catch
someone in the shadows.

Who knows?

Claudine's destiny might
involve all of us.

There's a secret in the villa.
A terrible secret.

I realised it talking to Oblomoff.

He knows everything, the secret
is in the triptych, and for me...

It represents domus mortis.

So Claudine may have
predicted her own death.

It was in her horoscope.

But if it’s all written in the triptych,
then why that disfigured head?

What was she trying
to tell you in Paris'?

She talked about a choice.

What choice was she referring to?

What was she trying to say?

This Oblomoff can't have told you.

He speaks in riddles, like Claudine.

He's locked into a
dimension outside of reality.

He lives in his own lucid madness.

He's waiting for Claudine to return.

And who says the dead can't
take the place of the living?

Why do you talk of madness?
lI believe it

I'm convinced fiction and reality
can continually exchange roles.

Just like life and death.

It's a game that can last forever.

You're talking just like Oblomoff.

Like him, you've chosen
another dimension.

But it's beyond our realm.

Be careful, Andrea.

You're not Oblomoff.

Go while there's still time.
I'm leaving today.

I can't leave, I have to
solve this mystery.

Then go to Oblomoff.

He might have the answers
you're looking for.

What time are you leaving?

In the afternoon.

I'll say goodbye here.

I don't think we'll ever
see each other again.

Fatima, in which area
is this address?

It's in the port area.

Don't worry, he won't
get away this time.

He won't be talking to Oblomoff.

He's coming.

They killed Oblomoff,
and they tried to kill me.

I might know why.

Oblomoff was the key to the mystery.

He was the man who was
hopelessly in love with Claudine.

I realised at his house, when I saw
all of Claudine's drawings there. .

It's his face that's disfigured on
the triptych in the garden.

He was the only survivor
who knew the truth.

The whole truth about
Claudine's death.

Who could the other
face on the triptych be?

Omar was right.

And he did well to leave.

We're leaving tomorrow as well,
we're going back to Rome.

If I had killed Oblomoff straight
away Claudine would still be alive.

Nobody would have been able
to take her away from me.

But Claudine chose him.

That's why I was forced
to kill her, she knew,.

But she also knew
she'd come back,.

Now I won't commit
the same mistake.

Claudine!

-Where’s Barbara?
-She left early this morning.

She siad she’d be back
in time to say goodby.

We can't wait for her.

Subtitled by a gold microdot at the
Fordham Park Festival in New Cross...

Man, that was some good acid.

Mucho Thanks to:
Argoman and DarioArgentc

Macho Respect to the Centre
Sperimentale Cinematografica C. S. C.