All language subtitles for Infrasexum (1969) eng

It was a long and trying weekend,

but it is Monday morning now,

and I have a hunch that

something very important is going to happen.

I have canceled all my appointments, all but one.

- Margaret, will you come into my office?

Oh bring Mr. Harris with you too please.

Thank you.

Come in.

Margaret,

how long have you been with the company?

- More than seven years, Mr. Allison.

- I've decided to go away for

a very indefinite period of time.

Margaret, you know me I think better than anybody knows me.

Mr. Harris, you were here when my father was at this desk.

- Yes, Mr. Allison.

- I'm going to leave you and Mr. Harris

in charge of this company.

As you know, I trust you both implicitly.

I have two power of attorneys here

and I have instructed the bank

to honor your signatures jointly as if it were my own.

Margaret, will you take this?

Mr. Harris.

- Thank you very much, sir.

- Thank you.

- I wanna say at this moment

that I appreciate this very much

from the bottom of my heart.

- Thank you, Mr. Allison.

- One more thing.

I would like everyone to think that

you are receiving instructions from me

at all times over the phone.

And I'd like to say just once more

that I appreciate this from the bottom of my heart.

That'll be all.

Thank you.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Margaret, would you please clear my private line?

Thank you.

Hello?

This is Peter Allison.

May I speak to Dr. Davis, please?

Hello, Dr. Davis.

This is Peter Allison.

I've already taken the necessary steps

to disassociate myself from the business

as you mentioned.

- Why don't you desire me?

Other men desire me.

They devour me with their eyes.

You don't like the way I look?

You don't like this?

You could at least try.

You could at least try.

Oh please, Peter.

Oh!

What's wrong with me?

Oh Peter.

You've gotta do something!

Oh Peter, please do something.

- Dr. Davis, I have also taken one more painful

but necessary step.

I am disassociating myself from my wife

and my in-laws,

who are, and this I know,

are the true cause of my unhappiness and frustrations.

One thing, doctor, I will be missing my children.

Yes, sir, I'll keep in touch with you.

Thank you very much.

Good luck to you too, doctor.

Thank you.

Margaret,

would you step in here?

I have a letter I'd like you to mail to my wife.

Never mind.

I'll take care of it myself.

I'm glad I'm leaving the office.

What's the use of having money if I'm so unhappy?

I'm going to instruct the cab driver

to take me to a used car lot.

I like this car.

It's an old car, but it runs good

and it has a good radio.

I mailed the letter to my wife,

and I'm going to call Margaret

and tell her to call the leasing company

to pick up the Lincoln.

I drove all the way to Las Vegas.

Why?

I don't know.

But I feel free.

Free for the first time in years.

I've been in Las Vegas many times before,

but this is the first time I ever came alone.

I have all the time in the world,

and I'm going to do some gambling.

I saw the big shows before

and I tasted the food in all the big restaurants.

Tonight I'm not hungry.

I gambled before in Las Vegas

and always either lost or won a few hundred dollars,

nothing really important.

But tonight I'm gambling and I'm winning

and I'm winning and I'm winning.

I've never been much of a gambler,

and I don't know any secrets,

but it seems to be true that lady luck

is either with you or against you.

Boy, tonight she was with me.

I had $50,000 that I took from my bank,

and I really didn't wanna take any money

out of Las Vegas,

so I bet heavily with the house money

just to give it back to them,

and to my surprise I'm winning and winning again.

It's very late now and I'm tired,

so I quit gambling.

I'm over $200,000 ahead.

- Mom?

Oh mom, I just had to talk to somebody.

Mom, I know you just got over a heart attack,

but I just had to talk to someone.

Oh mom, you're the only one who really cares anymore.

Peter's gone.

I don't know, I just got a letter

saying he was going away on a trip.

Mom, honestly, I'll be all right.

I'm fine physically, it's just,

mom, I think Peter's left me.

Mom, I know there's no other woman.

I'm positive.

Mom, please, I'd rather not talk about my personal life.

We haven't had any sex life in three and a half years!

Mom, I'm so worried about him.

I'm afraid he might try something.

Yes, I am talking about suicide.

Okay, I'll come right over.

It's morning now

and I'm leaving Las Vegas

with more than a quarter of a million dollars in cash

in the trunk of my Cadillac.

I am returning home now, but I don't mean my house and wife.

I mean Los Angeles.

When you live a long time in a city,

you get so you call her home.

After checking into a motel

and resting almost all afternoon,

I'm walking on the Sunset Strip.

Carlos is one of those characters

you read about in books,

but you never expect to meet,

not in real life,

but there he was, big as life.

The very first thing he does is ask me for some money,

so I give him a few dollars,

and this is where he takes over.

I'm his guest, seated at his table.

A little later and out of nowhere

his hippie friends join us.

Tonight I'm being introduced to marijuana, LSD,

and the hippie world.

A short time later we ended up in nightclub on the strip.

I feel relaxed, almost happy.

The music had a rather unusual tempo

and the people in my dazed mind

seemed to be dancing so fast.

Anyway, the whole thing is a strong experience,

and for a moment,

I had forgotten my personal problems.

Carlos became my friend,

the only friend I have now.

He helped me

and is taking me to see a place he calls the pad.

Hey, amigo, come in, this is the pad.

Do you like it?

- Very good.

- Yeah, the fellow who got it,

he gotta go to San Francisco,

so the rent is $120 a month.

Can you afford it?

- Oh certainly.

- Well, it's all yours, amigo.

Hey,

will you do me a little favor?

- Sure, what is it?

- Can I borrow from you a little money?

- Sure, how much do you need?

- $20.

- No problem at all.

- I really appreciate this, amigo.

Thank you so very much.

- Okay.

- Hey.

Would you be needing a little grass?

- Sure, I wouldn't mind.

- Hey, give me a little money.

I'll buy it for you.

- How much do you need?

- Give me another $20.

- How about 30?

- 30, oh.

I am going to give you the best one in the whole town.

- There,

and there.

Amigo, that is really good.

I'm so happy.

There's one thing that I'm worried.

- What's that?

- Last night I fixed you up with a couple of girls,

real nice ones,

and you pass.

Why, amigo?

- Carlos, there's something I haven't told you.

I have this thing about me.

I just can't do anything with women.

It was the same way with my wife,

for three and a half years, I just can't.

- Oh.

Amigo, I am awful sorry.

I like you a awful lot.

Here, you have your money back.

- Oh no, Carlos, you keep that.

- Sure you can afford it?

- Sure, no problem, Carlos.

- I'd really like to help you,

but I don't know what to do.

- Tell me.

- Yeah?

- Can you get me a couple of girls,

but don't tell them about the way I am?

That would embarrass me.

- Don't you think it'll be better if I tell them about it,

so they will be helping you?

Do you think that would be all right?

- Maybe.

Do what you think is right.

- Yeah, that would be better.

Hey, Pete.

That's going to cost a little more money, amigo.

- More money?

- A little bit more.

- How much?

- $100.

- 100?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Let me see.

- Give me all.

Can you afford it?

I'll give you the most beautiful girls in the world.

You'll see that.

I'll see you amigo.

- Okay. - I'll see you.

Bye bye. - Take it easy, Carlos.

I'll see you.

Okay.

Carlos is taking me to what he says

is a couple of girls that can turn on for anyone.

Let's hope it works.

- Oh.

Hi, come on in.

- Thank you.

- Have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Thank you.

- Do you like what you see?

This could all be yours.

I'm gonna go get Rosie.

I want you to meet Rosina.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosina.

We are going to give you a nice treatment.

Go ahead.

Okay!

- Do you think we should show him how?

- Maybe he learn a few things from us.

I'll tell you what.

We'll start and he can join in if he feels like it.

How does that sound?

You think you'd like that?

Oh this is great, man.

Oh.

We haven't done this in so long.

- Come and join us.

- We'll turn you on too.

Oh do it some more.

- Oh do it to me now.

Lower.

- Is that good?

- Lower.

Oh don't stop!

Come on, let's go get Pete.

- Yeah, that would be good. - Peter, come on.

Come on, Pete.

- All right, I'll join you.

- Come on, come on.

Let us help you with your shirt.

- It's not gonna do anything for me.

- How could that be,

an attractive man like you, so sexy-looking,

how could you not turn on with us?

- I just can't feel anything, that's all.

It's the same with my wife.

I couldn't feel anything with her.

I just couldn't.

I can't.

I just can't.

I'm not a man anymore.

I'm not a man.

Carlos did arrange for me

many other dates.

I could not react.

Every new failure left me more disappointed,

more frustrated.

I asked Carlos to forget about girls

just for the time being.

I wanted to wander around and meet people.

Here among all these free people,

I feel the rebel being born in me.

I feel now I can do what I want when I want to.

I always wanted to paint.

I'm going to buy myself some paints and canvas.

I feel the urge to paint now.

I got my art supplies now.

I can hardly wait to get to my pad and play,

yes, play with my paintings.

- Hey, Louie, relax, sit down.

Don't get yourself up too much.

I got everything figured out.

Look, you know Pete,

been flashing a lot of money around?

He's got a lot of loot.

I got a way to help him out of it.

You understand?

This jackass, he's a sucker.

Sucker for a dame.

- I don't know.

For all we know he might be bluffing.

Look, anyway, how are you gonna do it?

- Let me plan for you.

Now this guy's a good-looking guy, right?

He's nuts for a dame every time.

Now we're gonna a dame,

blonde, pretty, young.

You'll get them to the clutch, you understand,

and bring him over here.

Once over here, I got everything planned out,

and I'm gonna tell you, okay.

- A dame?

How are you gonna get a dame?

A dame may be dangerous.

- Come here, my friend.

Let me tell you the facts of life.

We'll get the dame

and we'll press her to come over here.

Once she's over here.

No?

Don't tell me no.

Don't tell me you're going to rape her.

I don't want him to get mad.

I've planned something.

Will you listen to me?

We're gonna get it right.

I'll show you what it is.

The gun.

The phone.

Dial.

Now you're gonna tell Peter

exactly what I told you to say, you hear?

Make no mistake.

- Hello?

Yes?

- Hello, Pete, this is Lisa.

Carlos told me to call you.

We have a surprise for you.

Are you coming over?

- Yes.

- 101 Elm Street, a house.

- All right, I'll be right over.

Yes, okay, bye.

- Is that all?

Yeah, that's all.

- What's the surprise?

- Sit down, punk.

I'll give you the surprise.

Now listen.

We want the loot, the bread,

what you been flashing around town.

You got plenty of it.

Come.

- I haven't got any money.

- Just relax, stupid.

- You ain't got no money?

Come up with it.

- I'll tell you what I'll do.

Here's a $10 bill.

That'll take care of you.

- You bum, your $10.

We want the money, the loot.

Where is it, plenty of it?

Come on!

- I told you, I haven't got any.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

You let me go, I've got a plan,

I can raise you the real money.

- How much?

- Oh $100.

You punk, $100.

I'm talking about five or six grand.

Come on, you better do better than that pal,

or I'm gonna stab you.

You understand?

- I tell you I'll get some more money.

- We want the loot.

Whatever's left.

You've been spending it on wine, women, bars, booze,

and everything else.

We want the rest of it.

- Wait a minute, I got an idea.

Now you talk, son of a bitch.

- I'll tell you what I'll do.

You let the girl go

and I'll give you $500.

- Take care of her.

- Come on, baby.

- What's happening to the girl?

Louie's very sweet.

He's making love to her.

- Ah, so you don't like me, do you, bitch?

I'm going to let you have it right now.

Turn around.

Hold it like that.

She won't squeal anymore.

- What do you mean?

I got her guts.

Look!

- Oh my god.

- Louie, get that arm.

You don't think I'm gonna make you talk?

I'm gonna knock your brains out.

Where you gonna get that case?

Come on, talk!

You gonna talk or not, you prick?

Where's the money?

I'm gonna knock your fucking brains out.

I'll make him talk.

- Look what the hell you've done now.

Now he's out for good.

He looks dead.

Let's bury her over here, come on.

You petty bastard, you're still dead, huh?

Huh?

Why don't you wake up, huh?

I know there's nothing wrong

in defending myself.

Even the police were on my side.

They did send me to a hospital for a checkup.

I'm ashamed of myself,

not because I killed the two punks,

but because it made me happy to kill them.

I was happy to see them dead.

The coroner's inquest was just a formality.

It came out at the inquest that the girl Jodi

was not their first victim.

I guess I was also a candidate

to their private graveyard.

Let's forget that now.

- Carlos.

Come on down.

Come on down.

Carlos.

Come on down.

Carlos.

Come on down.

Carlos.

Come on down.

Come on down.

It's a new day.

I have in my mind a picture.

I am painting it.

Just in the middle of the sidewalk.

I don't care.

The weather is nice.

I like the shade of this tree.

Suddenly I was aware that

I was being observed by this beautiful young girl.

She seemed to have liked my painting,

and perhaps me.

She had a lovely smile

and invited me to her home.

I don't understand.

For the first time I'm learning that

people are a lot more friendly than I thought.

- Hi, come on in.

Hi.

Please make yourself at home.

May I take your coat?

- I'll just throw it right here, thank you.

Have a seat.

- Thank you.

Do you mind if I smoke?

- No, go ahead.

- Thank you.

- Do you only smoke tobacco?

- I smoke pot.

Would you like to turn on with me?

- I'd love to.

My handmade pipe.

- Beautiful.

May I sit down?

- Certainly.

That's wonderful.

You have very beautiful skin.

- Thank you.

Would you like to see more?

- Mm-hmm.

You have such a beautiful body.

- Then I'll show you all.

Let's go to the bedroom.

Don't you like me?

Sure I do.

- Come to me.

Come to me.

- I'll take my shirt off.

- I want you.

I need you.

- Let me get my pants off.

- Wait.

- Aren't you being satisfied?

- No, come in me, please.

Come in me.

Please, I need a man.

- I know.

I'm not a man.

- Please.

- I can't.

I can't.

- Please, I need you.

- You need a man?

- Mm.

- I'll get you a man.

I'll get you a man.

- Hello?

Hello, Carlos.

This is Pete.

- Hello, Pete.

Yeah.

Because I got a girl over here

that wants to get laid pretty bad.

You're putting me on.

No?

Yeah, you know I can't do her any good.

Can you come over?

- Okay.

Give me the address.

It's 12673 K Street.

I'll be there, amigo.

I'll see you.

- Hey!

Hey, wait!

Hey!

Hey wait!

Pete, hi, how are you?

Carlos, come on in, come on in.

It's true?

Yeah, she's waiting.

Hi.

- Hi.

- This is Carlos, my friend.

Carlos will fix you up.

- Is this the girl?

- Yes it is.

- So beautiful.

I can't believe it.

You're putting me on.

- She's all ready to go, Carlos.

- No, I don't believe you.

- Yes she is.

- I want you.

Really?

Yeah.

You're not putting me on?

No.

Come here.

It's for true?

I know I'm going to kill myself,

but why today?

It will be just as good tomorrow

or the day after.

I'd better go to the pad, do some painting.

- Come in, the door's open.

- Thank you.

Hello, amigo.

- Hello, Carlos. - How are you today?

Come on in, sit down.

- Thank you.

Hey amigo?

- Yeah?

- Do you mind if I get your little pot?

- Go ahead, help yourself.

- It's my product?

- Yeah.

- Thank you.

To have a friend like you

is better than having a million dollars.

- I'm glad you feel pretty good, Carlos.

- Oh!

- What's the matter, Carlos?

- The thing got in my eye.

- Come on over here in the light

and let me take a look at it.

Come on.

All right, hold that, let's see.

Open wide.

I think you'll be okay in a little.

I'm sorry, amigo.

I just can't do it.

I am not a homosexual.

I just am not a homosexual.

I am not a homosexual either, amigo.

I only do this to help my friends.

I hope I didn't offend you.

- Oh no, think nothing of it, Carlos.

It's quite all right.

I think I'll get back to my painting.

- Okay then.

I'll go back to my marijuana.

Hey amigo?

You don't dig girls?

You don't care for boys, right?

What in the hell are you gonna do for sex,

would you tell me?

- I just don't know, Carlos.

I just don't know.

You know what I'm thinking?

No, amigo.

Tell me.

- Carlos, when I was in the Army, fighting for my country,

I was ready to give my life.

I saw a lot of my friends all around me die.

Some lost an arm, a leg, and even their eyesight.

They learn to live with their situation.

Carlos, they learn to live with it.

This has given me the courage to live with my affliction.

I can accept the fact that my sex life is dead.

- That's terrible, amigo.

What are you gonna do?

Paint.

I like to paint.

Maybe I'll travel some.

- Oh amigo.

I wish you all the luck in the world, amigo.

I do.

Amigo.

Good luck.

Good luck.

I'm on my way to the countryside,

the fresh air.

Oh California's a wonderful place,

and the same day you can be in the middle of the desert

and feel the burning sun all around you

or in the snow.

The pure air of the mountains not only fills my lungs,

but my life as well.

Here I ask myself,

"Why should I end my life?

"Do I want to meet God?"

He is here.

With the end of comprehension of my mind,

the beauty of nature,

the might of the universe,

and my capacity to appreciate this great creation,

and my new philosophy of love.

No, not carnal love.

My sex is dead,

but my heart is alive,

and I can paint and paint,

and now I understand Carlos.

He only tried to please me.

I feel like returning to Los Angeles.

I feel like giving the son of a gun a present.

I will.

I'll give him $10,000 in cash.

I will also call Dr. Davison.

I'll tell him...

- Hello, Dr. Davis?

Peter Allison here.

- Listen, Mr. Allison.

I believe there's something that affected you very strongly,

something you resented very much

in either your father or your mother

or somebody close to you.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You might even hate yourself.

He resembles that actually connected you with that.

- Yes, doctor.

- What is it?

I really don't know yet.

I haven't found out yet.

The moment that I discover what it is,

or if you forgive in yourself the reason

why you seem to be punishing yourself,

you'll be all right.

No no no, Mr. Allison.

I have in front of me your medical report,

and there's nothing wrong with you physically,

nothing whatsoever.

No, uh-uh.

Tell me, what was your best sexual experience before.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Listen, Mr. Allison,

if you could recreate the circumstances

as close as possible that you,

yeah, as close as possible that you had at that time,

yeah, it would help you a lot.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, please keep me posted.

Mm, thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Good luck.

Carlos did not give too much importance

to the money.

Another lesson I learned from him.

He was more impressed with the fact that I gave it to him.

He took it as a great expression of my friendship.

He sent it all but a few hundred dollars

to his poor relatives somewhere in Mexico.

Dr. Davis thinks I'm a lot better now.

He said there's a good possibility

of my regaining my sexual abilities.

He wants me to recreate the most enjoyable sex experience

in my life.

I asked Carlos to get me a redheaded girl.

I described to him a girl I had met in an office

long before I was married,

who I took to a motel once,

and stayed with her all weekend, making love.

The motel is still there.

That was the best,

the most enjoyable love experience of my life.

Carlos wants to help me.

He is asking for all the details about the girl.

Carlos did it again.

He learned about the Charitable Sex Society

and got me a date with one of the members,

Vera Willing.

Vera is a redhead that could easily pass

for the twin sister of that girl I once loved.

I arranged to have the same room in the motel.

The Charitable Sex Society is an organization

of patriotic ladies who want to free our city and country

of sex offenders.

In the states where prostitution is illegal,

there are sex-starved men.

These men are either shy or too busy to find romance.

These men suffer in silence,

but not all.

Some become rapists, child molesters,

and even murderers.

These ladies want to please these men.

They don't do it for money.

They don't do it for love.

They do it for charity.

Vera was patient and cooperative.

She was sweet and understanding.

This made my new failure less embarrassing,

less painful.

I am driving away.

This is my last intent,

and therefore my last failure.

Let's face it.

I have said goodbye to my sex life.

I am going to devote the rest of my time just to painting.

I'm not longer concerned with sex.

I'm here in this beautiful spot.

It is strange, but I am happy.

I feel fine.

My getting close to nature is just wonderful.

Who cares if sex ever existed?

Not me for sure.

I don't see much of Carlos these days

ever since he got a job

with the Charitable Sex Society.

He interviews new members.

I wonder how he is doing.

I have the feeling that today

something good is going to happen.

I'm in the park with my painting

when this man walks up.

He looks intelligent

and he is admiring my painting.

He is willing to pay for it.

He offered me $2,000 for it.

He is willing to probe it.

I was overjoyed that somebody wanted to buy my painting.

He is writing a check for $2,000

and he is happy to pay me.

I don't care for the money.

After all, I have all the money I need.

But the recognition, oh the recognition,

that is the great thing.

This man is an expert.

This is indeed the happiest day of my life.

The art expert wants to buy more of my paintings.

Yes, Mr. Jay Colonna, I will bring you more of my paintings.

I will bring them to you and I will give them to you.

Thanks for you recognition.

Thanks, Mr. Colonna.

How wrong you were, father.

I forgive you.

You were so shortsighted.

The fact that Mr. Colonna bought my painting was like magic.

A new energy filled my body.

My heart was so happy

that I decided to face a difficult test,

the very difficult test of painting a nude.

I called a girl to pose.

Lori.

- Lori, I've just gotta make you.

I've gotta have you.

What do you mean?

- Don't you understand?

I'm reacting to you.

- So, what else is new?

It happens all the time.

- I haven't had a hard in three and a half years.

- Listen, Pete, I like you.

I already decided to go to bed with you

just as soon as you asked me to.

You don't have to give me these lines.