All language subtitles for Black.Velvet.1976_track7

"The velvet on which men's pleasure and
vice lie down is as black as night."

--From the ancient sacred
books of the Babylonians

(soft music begins)

BLACK VELVET

I've begun to understand.

Memories of love are never erased.

If she didn't send a rose to her
husband's grave as she does every morning,

it would seem to her like she's
forgetting him more and more.

(funky mid-tempo music begins)

- Well, what are you waiting for?

(music continues)

(shower running)

Cigarette.

(lighter flicking)

- Mommy!

Mommy!

Hey, Mommy!

So, is this Laura coming or not? Did you
get your third husband to send her to you?

Have you convinced him he can trust us?

Of course, he trusts us.

Of course, it's wrong.

She arrives the day after tomorrow.
It'll be up to you to receive her.

Give her the big room
on the second floor.

Give the one on the first floor to
Emmanuelle and Carlo when they arrive.

Good, then the group is complete.

Tomorrow, I'll tell old Hal. Who knows,
maybe he'll have a party for everyone.

Listen, Mommy, now I've got to meet the
happy couple, Emmanuelle and Carlo.

By the way, what about Ali?
You're not consuming him for me?

You can take Ali whenever you want.
I have much more to do.

(soft music begins)

(truck roaring)

(people speaking indistinctly)

- Oh, no, not again.

She's got a complex
about giving to the poor.

Unless I watch out,

she would give away everything she has,

even her own clothes.

- Why don't you just let her go ahead?

I'm sure she looks better
without anything on, anyway.

(engine running)

- Stop. Stop here.

Laura, get ready.

- What are we stopping for?

- Don't worry.

(wind blowing)

- Ugh, how horrible.

What's so interesting? Let's go.

- Ah, shut up.

Come on, now.

Okay.

Come on, Laura.

(funky music begins)

Come on, move your ass.

If you don't go near it,

how the heck can I take
a picture of you, idiot?

Come on.

Sit there.

Sit down there.

Come on. Okay?

Still...

Ready?

Hold it.
- It smells.

- I know, don't worry about it.

Okay.

Okay, like that.

Now, lie down. Down!

Next to the dog and try
to look natural, you bitch.

Okay, that's good.

Yeah. Take off your dress.

Take off your fucking dress!
And smile! Like that.

Don't tell me I have to teach
you how to smile, too,

for Christ sakes!

Jesus Christ, you think it was difficult.

Smile, goddammit,
Laura, smile!

And hold it!

Take it off.

Ah, that's better.

Now, get up.

Get up. That's it.

Up, up! Now make a bridge.

A bridge! Bend backward.

- What do you mean?

- Backward.

Like that.

Go on. Come on,
don't shake.

Fuck you, bloody idiot.

Okay. Stay there.

Stay there.

(Laura struggling)

That's good.

That's better.

Go on!

Bend over more, if you can.

More!

Okay, stay where you are.

- Jesus, Laura,
I said, "Smile!"

Okay. Push yourself like a dancer.

A dancer! You know how
to dance, don't you?

You bullshit artist.

Move! Move!

You know? Like a dancer,
for fuck's sake.

Okay, okay.

Hold it like that. Don't move.

Now, lean down.

Good.

Ah, that's beautiful.

- It stinks. I can't stand it anymore.

- That's tough shit,

'cause I haven't finished yet.

Now, lie down next to it.

Okay.

Okay. Now, look up.

But put on a smile.
Put on a smile, for God's sake.

Lie down and look towards me.

Yeah, right there.

Closer to the dog.

Try to look like you're
enjoying or something.

You understand?

Come on, smile!

- I think I'm going to throw up.

- Well, go on, then.

I'll include it in the price.

Okay, let's go.

(wind blowing)

I thought my third
husband would be my last.

But it wasn't like that.

He left me. Left me after I'd given
him life. He was just selfish.

He separated me from
my daughter, Laura.

Little Laura, who will soon be with us.

It's been three years since
she had a vacation with me.

I would have been happy
with a man like Edward.

Dirty son of bitch.

Why? Why did you leave me?

Don't worry, madame. It will
be a nice holiday for everyone.

Has Mr. Antonio woken up?
Where is he?

The gardener told me that he
retired to meditate in the desert.

(mysterious music begins)

- When will you lead us to the holy place?

It is there

that you promised to
show us the face of God.

(wind blowing)

(footsteps in sand)

- We've interrupted our journey

so that you could go
and stay in that house.

But now we must continue.

- The holy places are everywhere.

It is up to you to go out and find them.

If y'all have enough faith,

go where I've thrown that handful of sand

and don't you stop and don't come back

until you've found out where the
sun and the wind have blown it.

(boys singing and clapping)

- Why did you leave me last night?

You know very well I
don't like to sleep alone.

Do I have to spend the
whole time looking for you?

What about, like, just for once
giving me a little attention?

I'm fed up with your wasting
your time with those children.

- I came here to pray.

- Do you believe that?

I think that you're avoiding the issue.

I know that you're not happy.

You're just waiting for
the chance to get away.

- Why do you follow me?

Why do you always look for me?

I know very well where to go.

I know where peace is.

(dramatic music begins)

Now that the sun is high over the horizon,

take my vital force.

Touch the great star.

I'm his most humble root.

It is the gift of the sun.

Remember that. There is
a place for all of us.

- And we thank the sun.

- The light that issues
from our solar planet

is the most blessed.

(gasping)

(dramatic music begins)

- Oh...

(epic music begins)

That's the house.

The house?

The palace.

What will my room will be like?

I'd like the smallest of all.

(folk music begins)

- Crystal.

Each time I see you, you are
more beautiful than ever.

- Laura.

- How beautiful.

- My luggage, did they
get it all from the boat?

Oh, excuse me.

There are many very precious
things in those bags.

Mirrors, perfume. Please take great care.

No, no, Laura, this is Horatio.

He spends the winter here.

Laura is the world's most famous model.

- I see.

(regional folk music continues)

- I didn't know such beautiful

Christmas trees grew in Egypt.

- They didn't grow in Egypt,
darling.

I had them air freighted
here all the way from Sweden.

(funky music begins)

- I bet you'd look real good.

Well, you can try it, anyway.

Now...

I think it really suits you.

Hmm.

Whoa.

Whoa!

(laughing)

Whoa!

(laughing)

00000.

(laughing)

00000.

Ali, go down there.

I wanna show you something.

Now, say after me,

"That's not for me."

- "That is not for me."

- Repeat. "That's not for me."

- "That is not for me."
- "That's not for me."

- "That is not for me."

- Understand me?

Get it, you dumdum?

You see what I mean, huh?

(laughing)

And you're not gonna get it!

(laughing)

Go on, keep saying it.

- "That is not for me."

(laughing)

"That is not for me."

- "Not for me." Yeah.

Get the message, stupid?

"Feel not for me."

- "That is not for me."

- Yeah. Keep going.

You can tell that to Mommy.

- "That is not for me."

"That is not for me."

- Repeat, "That's not for me."

"That's not for me."

- And now, music for me.

(upbeat music begins)

I know what you want now.

(laughing)

That's it! That's it!

You got it!

- "Not for me."
"That is not for me."

"That is not for me."

- Come on! What are you waiting for?

Hey, stupid!

Don't stay down there.

(laughing)

Come on, now.

Come on! What are you waiting for?

That's it.

Come on, Ali.

We've got all day together.

Just the two of us.

(laughing)

You heard me.

And this is not for you.

Uh-uh.

(laughing)

(folk music begins)

- Hey, Mommy, you hear that?

It sounds like Hal is having
quiet a party in there.

Maybe because he wants to, um,

seduce your divine Horatio.

You'd better watch out.

The old faggot has quite a reputation.

(regional folk music continues)

- Hello!

- Hal, you live like King Solomon.

- But I am King Solomon,
my beloved Crystal.

Only instead of 100 wives,
I have a hundred boys.

I have prepared a special
night for you, Crystal,

and for your wonderful friends.

It's a small world, don't you think?

Discovering Hal Burns
again in a Muslim Africa.

This is for you, my dear girl.

And for you.

And what is your name,
young man?

- Carlo.

- Here is a gift for you.

I'm better off here than in

decrepit, pulverized,
old Hollywood.

And where is the divine Horatio'?

- He's outside.

- Well, I have to meet him.

(fire crackling)

And you, my handsome hero.

Aren't you going to
give me homage and love?

- I must give you much more than homage,

which is a superficial thing.

I must give you happiness
and joy for eternity.

(drums playing)

- And now, her son you
see here, the favorite of

all my children, will charm
us with a song of love.

Abandon yourselves to his
sweet sound of hymns.

Let us together reach a
differentiated fullness

of the sublime Eros.

There are no longer souls
outside of the chains

for which pass the vibrations of the beat.

You may leave us now.

- What the hell's he talking about?

- He's crazy.

(boy singing in foreign language)

Eros is sublime.

(boy continues singing)

- There is nothing but love.

(boy continues singing)

(droning, mysterious music begins)
(boy continues singing)

(speaking foreign language)

- You want some help with that bag?

- No, it's okay.

(soft music begins)

(scoffs)

- Hmm.

You know, Mommy has been waiting for you.

_ okay-

- Hello.

(whistling)

- Hey! Don't just stand there
catching flies.

Take Ms. Pia's bags.

- Thank you, Ali.

Please put them in my room.

But, for goodness sake, take
special care of the wooden case.

It's got some very fragile things inside.

What's wrong? Doesn't he
understand English?

- No.

- Why is he looking at me like that?

- Not at all. He doesn't
speak English or Arabic.

But if he looks at you like
that, you better watch out.

(music continues)

Well, there she is.

Better late than never, huh?

- Hello, Mommy.

- Darling!

Oh, my baby.

Mmm.

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

- I'll leave you both alone now.

Mommy and her favorite baby.

- Darling.

I've gone and made you all messy.

At my age, you have to
avoid getting wrinkles.

You wouldn't believe it,
you know,

but I'll be soon a plain old woman.

- You don't have any wrinkles, Mommy.

You're as young and as beautiful as ever.

But you've changed.

I don't know why, but you've changed.

And Magda, too. She's changed.

I hardly recognized her.

- The years pass for
all of us. Believe me.

And tell me, your father,
what's new now?

What's he doing?

- Nothing.

He's all right. He's working.

- What do you mean? He didn't
give you a message for me?

He didn't. But let's not
speak about him.

I've come here just for you.

- Oh.

- Who are those strange
people I saw in the garden?

I was hoping to find you alone.

They're my houseguests.

They come every year. They're very nice.

You'll like them.

- Hmm.

And the strange boy up on the
rock. What's he doing here?

- He's an intellectual,
and he's a sort of writer.

A kind of thinker.

You'll get on, you'll see.

- Maybe, but right now, I feel so tired.

I want to have a rest beside you.

The way we used to,
in your bed.

- That's all right.

But whatever happened?
Your hair was beautiful.

You had it down to here.

Without your hair, you don't
seem like a real girl.

- Why? There are men who wear long hair.

Anyway, I think it suits me.

- I see.

I'm so happy you came here.

This is your home.

And if you want to stay
here, you need never go back.

You know, I'm glad of one thing,

and that's that you've gotten
away from that idiot, Pia,

that idiot father of yours,

that lousy bastard who ruined my life!

- You know I'm fond of him.

So why do you speak so
badly of him in front of me?

- Were you waiting for me?

- No.

(kids playing)

" Pia?

What are you doing?

- Working.

- Oh.

(soft music playing)

Ali, take off my jeans
and my belt.

Give me my belt.

Open my blouse,
but don't take it off.

(music continues)

Please...

Mmm.

(moaning and smacking)

You! Go away!

You can't do anything!

You can't even make love!

(crying)

(speaking foreign language)

- What is that?

Hey, Laura, go on,
get dressed.

Okay. Okay.

I've seen it.

(engine running)

Let's go.

(bird cawing)

Not a pretty sight, huh?

How come all these
dead men?

A raid?

An attack on a caravan?

(suspenseful music begins)

Hey, are we in danger?

Whoever did this, are
they likely to come back?

Eh?

Eh?

- It happen to the nomad sometime.

- But doesn't anyone come to bury them?

They just leave them out here in the sun?

- The desert is a big place,

and no one uses the track
that we've just come along.

And without a guide like him,

it is impossible to get back.

Let's go, Laura.

(creepy music playing)

Look up.

Yeah, that's great.

Move over there.

There.

Life and death!

These pictures will give food for thought,

don't you think so, Pia?

A bit further away.

That's good.

- I want to go.

- Ah, come off it, Pia.

To see a few people dead is not so bad.

- I want to go!

- You think it's sad?

Disgusting is educational.

- Let's go now!

- This makes you happier to be alive.

(creepy music begins)

(camera shutter clicking)

Go over there.

There.

See? That's it.

Okay.

Hold it.

Laura, wake up!

Be alive, for God's sake!

- Oh, I don't feel well.

- What do you mean you don't feel well?

You see a few dead people and you tell me

you don't want to work.

What am I supposed to do?

Smile.

- Why are you doing this to me?

- Come on, just one more shot.

Hey, I've got a great idea.

Put this on, okay?

We'll do some more with
you up by the camel.

You know what I mean?

Huh?

That's it.

Great. Okay.

You're fine. Now, let's try it again,

huh?

Right. Just one more.

Okay. Let's get it.

That's good.

- What's wrong?

- I think I'm going to faint.

- Ah-ha.

Now, both of you stay
right there, like that.

- No! I won't.

- Are you crazy?

' Yes!

- Take it.

Keep it, and fuck you.

- Laura?

Come on, Laura.

- Hey, Laura.

Where do you think you're going?

You stupid bitch.

We are losing time,
you dumb cunt.

- Bastard!

- Pia, why don't you come, too?

- Screw you!

- Well, get lost,
and fuck you!

- Son of a bitch!

- Oh, Laura, I promise,
I won't shout.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm really sorry. Do you hear me?

What's the matter with you?

I say to forget it, okay?

(Laura screaming)

Laura, do you hear me?

That's enough now. That's enough!

(Laura struggling)

Bitch! I'll teach you.

Now you gonna see!

Why are you so hysterical, huh?

Just because of some dead bodies?

Fuck you! You want it now?

You want it now?!

Why don't you take that off,
you bitch?

(Laura struggling)

Huh?

You want it now, eh?

Don't you?

I know you!

Take it off!

Boy, YOU gonna--
You gonna get it!

You gotta get it now,
you fucking bitch!

(both struggling)

Yeah?

(ominous music begins)

(Laura crying)

Bitch.

Get into your dress.

- What's happening?

- Don't worry, and get ready.

- You're crazy, Laura.

You shouldn't let him do this to you.

- I know.

- That's perfect. See, Laura?

Hey! You, kid!

Go on.

Keep moving.

Go on, Laura.

Go up there.

You heard me now?

Keep moving!

- But it's stinks.

- Of course it stinks.

It's a mountain of shit.
What do you think?

Okay. You!
Move to the left.

Okay, Laura, get in the
middle of the kids.

Right.

Now, let's try it.

Good. Like that.

Not bad.

Now, let's try something else.

HEY-

Hey, wait a minute.

Not like that. Look,
let me show you.

Put in there.

There, there and there.

Okay, keep going round.

Don't stop.

Keep going.

That's fine.

Okay.

No, no, no.

Laura, look up.

Laura, try to look like you
enjoy it. Come on!

Huh?

Try lifting up your leg.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, what's the matter?

- I can't go on. I can't!

- What do you mean?

- Please, Carlo, I can't.

- Come on, one more
shot, then I'm finished.

- No.

- Hey, Laura.

Laura, come back.

Get back up there right this minute!

Hear me now? You are gonna pay for this.

Go back up there.

You heard me?

This is the last time I'm
telling you. Go up there.

Listen to me.

Go up there! I paid you!

- No, you're a shit!

- You're a piece of shit.
- You're a shit!

- I've got a job to do.

- Leave me alone!

- Stupid! Come on,
come on.

Get out. Get out.
Get out!

Piece of shit! You are finished
without me. Come back!

Pia, fuck you!
Fuck both of you!

(soft music playing)

(wind blowing)

Hey, how far is it to Aswan?

At what time we will get there?

Inshallah. I knew it.

Let's go.

(upbeat Arabic music begins)

- We can't come in here.

It's a private house.

- Oh, yeah? We'll see.

(clapping)

Hello.

(Arabic music continues with vocals)

(laughing)

(moaning)

(soft, sensual music begins)

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

(boat horn blowing)

- It's like a moon landscape.

How is Emmanuelle feeling?

She had a splitting headache.

Well, it doesn't seem like a
good reason to me.

- What happened between you and Laura?

- I don't know, but she's strange.

But what the fuck am I supposed
to do, stay over there?

She'll get over it.

- Sure. Okay.

- Oh, yeah.

- Hmm.

- Hey, you, what can you see?

- Everything.

The living and dead people of
all time gathered together.

A procession carrying a temple.

Two boats on the river.

- Oh, look! Uadis Aboa,
the submerged temple.

- I'm bored visiting the temples.

I think I'll stay on board...

And go to bed.

- Well, I'm staying, too.

Please send me something to drink.

For me, the temples are even
more beautiful in the distance.

- It's really hot today, huh? No kidding.

- I've got something for you. Come on.

- Great.

- Stay there.

This is an ancient Egyptian remedy.

- Ah! Great. That's wonderful!

- That's good.

- Yeah, it's marvelous.

It's better than swimming.

- Okay. Better now?

- Yes.

- That's it.

- Carlo?

- Yeah?

- Come with me. I want
to go and see the temple.

- Sure. Why not?

- Don't do anything that I wouldn't do.

(wind blowing)

- What are you thinking of,
your lost love?

- Very funny.

(laughing)

Just who do you think you are?

- I don't know about me,
but I know about you.

- What do you know about me?

- I know everything about you and Laura.

- Is that so?

- I have nothing to do with Laura,

and you have nothing to do with her.

- You have a lot to do with her,
you know?

What happened between you
and her after you left me

in that bloody desert?

- Any way you look at it,
you'd be better off alone.

- Okay, clever girl.

Let's take a look in here.

- Laura can look after herself.

She's beautiful and talented.

- Oh, boy.

I made that girl with my camera.

- Oh, Carlo, you're such a great artist.

- A fucking sight more than
you realize, my dear.

- Could you do the same for me, maybe?

- Come on, Cinderella. Don't
play the smartass with me.

I'm famous in Italy

'cause I create like I did with
that pile of shit over there.

You don't understand one thing.

I take something like a pile of shit

with a beautiful girl on top,

and came out with something great.

What you laughing for?

Don't you know what you are?

You know what I think you are?

Just you wait.

Listen.

Come back here.

I wanna talk to you.
- Click-click.

- And stop that stupid
"click-click."

Wait till I get my hands on you and...
- Click-click!

I'll beat the shit out of you.

PM!

- Click-click.

- I'll get you.

- Yoo-hoo.

- You bitch!

Come here!

Come here!

You're stupid.

Come here!

- Carlo! Click-click.

If I catch you, I'll give
you a click-click.

You bitch! You are
nothing but a fucking dyke.

That's right, isn't it?

You're a lesbian, and you
don't want to admit it.

- Bastard.

- You bitch! Just like the
rest of your fucking family.

You're fucked up!
Right here in the head.

Here, in the head. Huh?

Huh?

You bitch, you're nothing
but a fucking dyke.

It's true, isn't it?

You like women!

So why don't you leave Laura alone, then?

Come on, you know that she's mine.
- Carlo, fuck you!

- You hear me now? You leave her alone.
Alone!

(boat horn blowing)

- Look there. They are nomads.

They have no homes.

- Can I have a look, please, Carlo?

(funky music begins)

Thanks.

Nomads, huh?

What about us?

- That is Philae, one of the most
beautiful temples of ancient Egypt.

The most beautiful, however, is
Abu Simbel, which we will visit last.

- Why don't we all go ashore?

Where are the others?
And what happened to Horatio?

- He's disappeared. You know.

Don't you know it's a ghost ship?

- Oh, Hal, you'll come
with us, won't you?

You wouldn't let two poor girls
go ashore alone, would you?

- All right. All right.

Life is a dream.

- [All] Life is a dream.

- And we are the stuff
that dreams are made of.

- Sure, sure. Calderon and all that stuff.

(laughing)

Here we'll find the truth.

I'm entering the realm of mysteries.

This to the Egyptians was the place

which in our churches is
called the Sancta Sanctorum.

(bird cawing)

- Hey! Tell you what, if I
meet some handsome river god,

I'll Call you, Pia.

- "Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that
lour'd upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound
with victorious wreaths;

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments."

(creepy music begins)

(Hal continuing to recite Richard Ill)

(Hal) "...lnstead of mounting
barbered steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries"

(Hal continuing to recite Richard Ill)

- Hello.

Magda?

- [Magda] Catch me if you can!

" Magda!

Magda!

Magda!

(laughing)

(moaning)

- Magda...

(men grunting)

(moaning and laughing)

(bird cawing)

- They went without saying,
"Thank you." Bastards.

(laughing)

They scratched and bit me all over.

If you hadn't come along...

But, Pia, why aren't you shocked?

- Did you like it?

- In what way?

- Did you reach climax?

- No.

- You never manage to, do you?

- No, but so what?

It's my business. I do what I
wanna do and I enjoy myself.

I'm 19 years old, and do you wanna know

how many men I've had?

- Not one.

- Oh, yeah? You think
you know better than me?

- What do you need them for, huh?

(soft music begins)

Wake up, Hal.

We're going.
You've had enough dreams.

- You go. I'm staying.

- No, don't. Come with us.

- I'm a sublime actor
and I want to die here,

to be buried here.

Where could a great actor rest
more worthily than in the midst

of the silent ruins of an ancient
temple surrounded by water?

The grandest arena on the noblest stage.

Everything I've learned,
I learned from a dream,

and I'm afraid, in
my anxiety, that I must

awaken and find
myself still in my prison.

You know, Hal, we also staged
Calderon's "Life is a Dream" this year.

But our acting coach
was much better than you.

Thus I came to know that every
human happiness passes like a dream.

It's true, Hal. That's right.

What?

You've never been a great actor,
and you very well know it.

Why don't you recognize it?

Wasn't Hal Burns a great actor?

But do you realize it?

Didn't anyone tell you that
Hollywood is empty without me?

Hal, you left Hollywood because
you were unsuccessful.

You were old, and no one was
asking you to make a film anymore.

You know it, but you
don't want to admit it.

Who told you these horrible lies? What
enemy has woven these foul deceptions?

I forbid you to talk about it again!

Poor Hal! How you struggle
to keep up your illusions.

Isn't it better to live in reality
and abandon dreams?

(crying)

(soft music begins)

Enjoy your old age and don't
watch your old movies anymore.

They're really
worthless, poor dear.

How about getting back on board?
The road is long.

Mom...Crystal is going to
want to dress up for the party.

Come on. Tomorrow is
going to be a great day.

(laughing)

Monsieurs et Madames, ladies and gentlemen,
we've to do our best to honor old Hal.

Stop!

I'll make you famous
with one of my photos.

Carlo, put right away that camera.
I can't stand it.

Magda, don't delude yourself into not
letting us express the best of ourselves.

There is no better or worse than us.

There is only boredom. Infinite,
immeasurable boredom... Eternal.

Sorry, I didn't mean that,
even though it's the truth.

I want to offer you a ritual.

A ritual, here at the best of ourselves.

All life is ritual.

What ritual is better than life?

You're right. I don't know why it
takes people so long to understand.

(Arabic choir begins)

(dramatic music begins)

- My friends, I will
make you sleep and dream.

And the sleep of my eyes will
give you, at least once in all

your lives, the dreams
that you really wanted.

And each person will do
what he really likes.

- Splendid, divine Horatio.

Do to us everything you are capable of.

This place is yours.

It can be your palace of pleasure.

- Yes, Horatio, go on.
Let's see what you can do.

- It's not all right with me.

Come here and sit down.

- Crystal, don't give orders in my house.

For tonight, Horatio is the king,
and we must obey him.

- For God's sake, don't
give me all that garbage.

You're just an old faggot.

(crying)

- See how I can cry?

Aren't I still a great actor?

- Oh, you're such a boy,
you know.

(soft music begins)

Worms. Disgust.

Fear of death, of being alone.

I'd get pounded like grain in a mortar.

My kingdom for a horse.

To escape, flee so that
no one knows I'm nobody.

I'm nothing... Nothing...
Nothing.

What are you trying to do?
You can't.

(eerie music begins)

(table crashing)

- Agh!

(camera slamming)

I'm still young, but I
already smell like a corpse.

(mysterious music intensifying)

- Wotruba, Father of Fertility,

protect me.

(speaking unknown language)

- Okay, Horatio, you're very clever.

But that's enough now.
Wake her up.

- You ask for the truth. This is it.

- Wake her up or I will.

(eerie music begins)

(goat crying)

(knife slashing)

(speaking unknown language)

(screaming)

(screaming and groaning)

- It's impossible.

I bet you've drugged her.

(screaming)

(mysterious music ends)

(piano music begins)

Stop it!

- Stop it! That's enough, now!

You're with me. It's me.

I'm Carlo, okay? It's all right.

Come on, get up.

It's okay. All right.

- Who are you?

- What do you mean, Laura?

- I don't know you.

- It's me. I'm Carlo. Come on.

Are you okay?

Laura? Laura? Shut up!

It's me.

- Will you two please be quiet?

- Shut up, you bloody queer!

- I want to go home.

- It's me, Laura.

- I'm not coming back.

- It's me, I'm Carlo. We go
back together, okay? Okay?

- I'm not coming back.

- What did you say?

What did you say, you bastard?!

Shit, I love you...

Oh, shit, it's your fault!

Fuck you!

You old bastard...

You are nothing without me!

You know what you are, you are nothing!
You are just a bloody shit!

(soft music begins)

- Now look at me.

- You see? My spells
are stronger than yours.

(funky music begins)

Come on, Mom, you must be tired, and
tomorrow we have to go to Abu Simbel.

Come on, we'll go home.

Hal, thanks for a beautiful evening.

I hope you'll be fit for
tomorrow in Abu Simbel.

(soft music begins)

- The great stone Pharaoh
with his wife at his feet.

You'd like that, Horatio,
wouldn't you?

To be able to have a little
woman in love with you, all meat,

just waiting for your orders.

Just like the statue.

- You're right.

Absolutely right.

- I want to visit this temple
with you, Crystal.

Just for once,
don't abandon me.

I've been always over-awed
by Ramses. More than a king,

he must be a god.

And no one ever told him to
wake up because he was dreaming.

- Hey, you see, Crystal?

The ancient kings still
have their subjects.

See that?

It looks like the
tourists have taken over.

I told you, Magda.

Well, let's go and have a look inside.

Let's do a little tourism ourselves.

- Where are you going, Pia?

- To the other one.

(chanting music begins)

- Come here. I want to be close to you.

- Sure.

- I want to be with you.

I always wanted that.

" Always'?

- Let's go away together.

I don't care about the others.

- But aren't you supposed
to be a mystic?

You know, calling up those
spirits and things.

Are you or aren't you?

What about those kids
waiting for you to lead them

to the holy place?

- Who told you that?

- Mommy.

And she says she will
kill you if you leave her.

- Coming here, going there.

It's all the same.

We only want to run away.

- From what?

- Everything, except you.

I should like to stay with you.

To be together with you.

- Take it off.

(soft music playing)

It's very true that you're intelligent

and that you don't belong here.

Go and do your own thing.

You've got to be you now.

You are just called "Horatio."

You're 20 years old.

You are like me and you are in love.

- Just where are Pia and Horatio?

- They just went to see the other temple.

- They asked us to wait for them.

They will be back right now.

- That bloody bitch is having
it off with that bastard!

- Come on, leave them alone.
You had your chance already.

- Fucking hypocrite phony!

That's why she came here.
I should've guessed it.

- Crystal, dear,
what are you afraid of?

What can Pia do to you?

- Listen, Mommy.
Horatio has made love to you

so many times.
To me, too.

So why lose your cool?

What's happened?

- With Pia, it's different.

She'll take him away

and I'll be left alone
like her father did.

It's not fair.

(chanting music begins)

- Go on, tell her.

- I'm going away with Pia.
We love each other.

That's the way it has to be.

So don't fight it.

- Go on. Tell her that you
never loved her,

that it was all pretense and
that you were just trying to

run away from yourself
and from everything.

- It was nice until now between us,
but now it's all over.

So forget it.

- You came here to ruin me,
and had it all planned.

Your father sent you, didn't he?

You are all against me.

But I'll show you what.

I'll get my own back!

(dramatic music begins)

Horatio, I'm gonna throw myself down!

It's between me or her.

You gotta decide!

- Go on, Mommy, jump if you've
got nothing better to do!

- I tell you, it'll be on your conscience.

It'll all be your fault!

- Okay, okay, what are you waiting for?

The fan club is watching.

(gasping)

Come on, Mommy,
make the big jump.

For your hero.

(gasping)

(crying)

(soft music begins)

- Well, it looks like we are the losers.

- I'm sorry, Horatio.

I'm going away by myself.

Goodbye, Mommy!

I'll see you around.

(soft music continues)