All language subtitles for Hell on the Beach (1966)

It's no secret
that some secret services

- secret by nature and function -
secretly employ for some...

secret labours,
men with a questionable past.

And so, through intermediaries,
they can accomplish tasks

that the moral code condemns
but that the Reason of State justifies.

It is recognised that the first concern
of the aforementioned services,

once the action stage is over,
is to dispose of those "exposed" agents.

They then show a vivid imagination,
in true exercices in style that can be

summarised as: "The art of getting rid
of incriminating witnesses".

In the present case, MI5, the British
equivalent to the French S.D.E.C.E,

delivered through Alex X., attractive man
and notorious gold-digger,

unusable weapons
to a Near East country

it wasn't desirable to encourage
the military career!

Since then, Alex has been the target
of numerous attacks.

He eventually moored his boat in a cove
with his wife, his second man, Jean,

and his crew. But the Near East country
made its local correspondant

- the intoxicating Ortrud - responsible
for annhilating this group.

This is where the movie begins...
The formidable MI5 put together

an extraordinary combination where
each of the heroes, convinced to act freely,

actually sees his reactions, angers,
passions, and even his loves, obey

a strict determinism,
remote-controlled by London,

for which
the culmination will be

THE HELL ON THE BEACH

Are the men gone?

I think it was about time
to handle it.

File 4223.

4223.

12 aggressions in 6 months.

And he always came through it.

That matches with
the weapons delivered.

How old is he?

45.

He looks like 40.

40 years made up randomly from
the most various interests of the 1940's.

He's sold all kind of weapons.

All calibres.

Useful or useless.
To all countries, all regimes.

Honey... - And now he's specialised
in phoney weapons!

And always
under the same orders.

And you...

you help him continue.

And as it happens,
you bow to his whims!

As he bows to mine.

My whims!

Don't forget you're one.

We collected you in Algiers.

You were busy
on some nasty job.

I don't like Jean.

When are we leaving?
- Tomorrow.

First, I have
a few things to settle.

I'm gonna buy a dog again.

Really? What breed?

And we'll take a holiday.
The two of us.

Alone.

A journey...
between lovers.

I think you're wonderful.

And I'm very lucky I met you.

We're done with the Mediterranean,
the Middle East?

Time to head to the Caribbean,
to Central America!

And why not Santo Domingo?
Or Vietnam.

I'm sure you were already
thinking about it!

I'm mad.

I'm afraid.

I can't stand it anymore.

It's not possible.

I can't stand it anymore.

I want to leave.

I want to leave.

I'll take you if you want.

H�l�ne...

I'm young...

I'm young, and life
has everything to offer me.

A life to offer you.
You understand?

I'm not just
offering you holidays.

Listen to me.

I'm young...

and I want you.

The whole of you.
For me.

You're young.

You're handsome...
my love.

Let's go back.

You first.

My name's Galatea, Mister.

I'm a Nereid.

I live in the submarine caves,
but come to the surface

when the sea is calm.

I know you:
you're a dangerous spy!

And you, Miss,
what are you doing in the water?

I already told you, Mister.
I'm a mermaid, coming ashore at dawn,

on that cove only.
Now, who are you?

You said it yourself.

I'm a dangerous spy!

Let's stop pretending!
Why are you here?

I can only reveal the goal
of my trip to one person.

The one I was supposed
to meet here.

His name? Don't move
and put your hands on your head!

Do you know him?

Sure. And you?

It's a woman.

It was a woman!

As you can see,
I know a lot of things.

Maybe too much.

Could you torture me?

Or even kill me?

Who are you?

I'm an agent of...

I can't tell you the name
of the country I'm working for!

Yes, it makes sense.

We were told you'd be coming.

What can I do for you?

I still have a mission
to accomplish.

If I live, promise
you'll see me again.

You know, this young man is
really starting to worry me.

I'm wondering what
he did in Algeria.

There seems to have been a hiatus
between his demobilisation and the day...

and the day I met him.

I'm starting to make mistakes.

Too many.

It's my last trip.

I'm done with it.

We'll sail away tomorrow.

- You're not going swimming?
- No, later.

And you?
- I'm waiting for you.

Ortrude...

You won't do that, my boy!

You won't do that!

Be careful, my boy!

There is somebody
you care for.

I'm not lying,
I know everything.

Don't ever call again
from a public phone!

I'm cold!

We're gonna warm you up.

Do you feel better?

Do you often sleep on board?

- Always.
- Even in the winter?

Even in the winter.

Is your husband
somebody important?

He writes.

What are you doing tonight?

Perfect. You'll join us for dinner,
and stay tonight.

Come, I'll find
some clothes for you.

I don't want an evening dress.
I never wore that kind of thing.

I wish I could live naked.
And I never wear makeup.

That's true, you're beautiful.

You don't have to struggle for it,
you're spontaneously beautiful.

You know,
Alex finds you quite attractive.

Can I?

- By this heat?
- By this cold!

Look, I have goosepimples.

Time is flying, boss.
When are we sailing?

I'm working on it, old chap.

Don't take any notice of it,
you'll see.

Strange little person.

Mysterious little person.

You know she's lovely.

Maybe slightly vulgar.

Certainly vulgar.

Everything is in order, boss.

- I have waited so long.
- I know.

Blonde little myth, where have you
come from? Who are you?

You just take a place
in people's lives

with an extreme insolence,

a wonderful recklessness.

It's true: I'm a myth.

Just a myth.

Hello, Vicky.

Hello, Jean, is that you?

Where is Vicky?

- In the trunk.
- You made a mistake.

You made a mistake.

You wouldn't do that!

Fill it up, please.

You know...

Ortrude is part of a
totally delirious world.

I got myself involved in it,
like a kid.

And little by little...

I stupidly got trapped in it.

They started to condition me.

A bit by bravado,
a bit by cowardice,

a bit because I was a kid,

I followed.

At first, it was even fun.

I didn't feel like
I was betraying anyone.

And when I've been propelled
into your group,

I felt like I was passing
from an insane world

to another insane world.
And I fell in love for you.

Madly.

And I started to hate Alex.

His icy coldness.

His quiet cruelty.

I knew...

I knew from the beginning
you didn't love me.

I was like...

your little window.

You were breathing some kind
of freshness through me.

You see,
I'm perfectly lucid too.

And suddenly...

I realised how absurd
things were.

Alex...

that girl...

that climate...

Now, for the first time...

I feel I'm acting
like a grown-up.

Do you love me?

Just a moment.

Who is it?

Hades, Madame.
They just passed us.

- Go for it and call me back!
- Alright, Madame.

You made a mistake, Jean.
I gave you a chance.

You made a mistake.

Shoot! Shoot now!

What's going on?

Answer me, for Christ's sake!
What's going on?

We caught them, Madame.

So?

Whom?

Do you want me
to take over?

No!

The Penthotal is acting.

You can talk.
About Jean,

I know about everything.
His despicable acts, his betrayals...

Has he told you everything?

Do you remember?
When we picked him up in Algiers.

He was doing his military
service in Algeria.

First-rate soldier, well-noted.

But something happened.

On the other side, they gave an
important position, from the beginning.

He was the perfect prey for them.

They placed him on my boat.
To test him.

His first mission.

You knew what to expect
when you came?

I knew everything,
from the beginning.

You're wonderfully mad, Alex.

It was urgent to handle it.

Yes, we had to.

Do you know that everyone
of your reactions,

everyone of your acts
has been expected, suggested,

provoked?

Do you know that Alex's death,

that Jean's death...

It was a cruel game.

Very cruel.

Translation

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