All language subtitles for Boy Meets

(upbeat electronic music)

(Anne-Marie laughing)

- Oh, come upstairs first.

(laughing)

(heavy breathing)
(soft moaning)

(laughing)

- Let me take this.

(laughing)

- Wow, nice place.

It's a bit big for one person, isn't it?

- Well, but tonight
I'm not one person, no?

- Would you like something to drink?

- Yeah.

- What can I get you?

- Anything.

Whatever you're having.

- I have some liquors that
I bring back from Paris.

It's very special.

You like to try some?

- Yeah.

It's a shame you have to go back tomorrow

- Yes, but maybe I come back
in one month or something.

- Yeah.

- I'll go get the liquor, huh?

- Glad your friend didn't show up tonight.

- [Anne-Marie] You know,
I'm so angry with her.

I don't know why she do this to me.

- You have to make do
with me instead then.

- [Anne-Marie] I think that this perhaps

is much more preferable, huh?

- Mmm.

Oh, good paintings.

Who did them?

- [Anne-Marie] I paint them myself.

- Oh, so you're an artist?

- [Anne-Marie] Oh, not really
an artist, but you know I try.

- Well, they're good.

Who are the kids?

- [Anne-Marie] They're the
children of my brother.

- Oh good.

- What sort of music taste do you have?

- [Anne-Marie] I like all sorts of music.

- Yeah?

- [Anne-Marie] Yeah.

Try some of this liquor.

- Cheers.

(glasses clinking)

Oh, it's good.

- It's nice, no?

- Yeah.

- So tell me, you like video?

You know, to watch movies?

- Yeah.

- You like, how you say, film erotic?

- What, dirty movies?

- You like those?

- Yeah, you got some?

- Yes, all those over there.

- That's quite a few.

- Well, it's a little collection.

Would you like to watch one?

- Yeah, why not?

- Okay, I'll put one on, huh?

Oh, you know, I hate all
this modern technology.

It's too complicated for me, you know.

(laughing)

I just like one button that
you just turn on. (Laughs)

(upbeat electronic music)

(woman laughing)

- This is nice.

- Here.

To strangers and new experience, huh?

- Yeah.

(woman moaning)

- You know what?

I love your French accent.

- Oh, all the men, they say that.

I don't know what it is with English men

and the French accent.

- You have many men back here then?

- No, not many, but
sometimes, if they're special.

Like you.

(upbeat electronic music)

(woman moaning and grunting)

- Do you like this sort of stuff?

- You don't like this?

- It's okay.

- You don't think it's sexy?

- I think I'd rather be
doing it than watching it.

(woman moaning)

- Maybe you prefer I turn it off.

(woman in video laughing)

(coughing)

Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so?

- You have perhaps too much to drink?

- Where's your bathroom?

- It's just over there near the stairs.

- Ugh, I'm sorry about this.

- No, it is no problem.

- I'll be okay in a minute.

It's just, oh dear, sorry, excuse me.

- No.

(slow, dramatic music)

Off CAMERA We hear a Thump,
Thump sound as his head bumps...

..the steps as he is
dragged down the stairs.

♪ Always reminds me of departed friends ♪

♪ Now as I walk with you ♪

♪ No, we will never end ♪

♪ India is my mode of
breath, brush your lips ♪

♪ I knew I'd kiss a dream I'd never feel ♪

♪ I knew I'd kiss a dream I'd never feel ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Whoa ho oh oh me ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Whoa ho oh oh ♪

♪ Whoa ho oh ho ♪

♪ Touch is soft, days are long ♪

♪ Fragile is joy ♪

♪ Then he smiled, thought
we had two steady love ♪

♪ And we lost the
strength, killed the love ♪

♪ It was nearly there ♪

♪ How strange those arguments we shared ♪

(dramatic music)

- What's going on?

- Welcome to the world of the living.

How do you feel?

- (sighs) My head.

What's all this?

- Just some stuff.

I thought you might like this.

- (laughs) Um, I don't think
I'm up to this right now.

I'm sorry, but.

- (laughs) This isn't really
what you had in mind, right?

- Not really, no.

- You were thinking sort
of, more of a quickie, huh?

- Why else did you invite me back here?

- You were the one who
invited yourself back here.

- Well why say yes if
that's not what you wanted?

- But it is what I wanted.

- You're not French?

- No, I'm not French.

Sometimes I like pretending
to be someone else.

It's so boring being the
same person all the time.

- Uh, can you let me out of this chair?

- Oh, come on, you'll feel better soon.

And then we can have some real fun.

- Oh look, I'm not
really into this at all.

Can you please undo these straps?

- Well, I can, but not right now. (Laughs)

- I can't stay, I've gotta go!

- You have to go somewhere?

- Yes, I'll be missed.

- Oh, oh, at the office.

Well there's no one to
miss you at home, is there?

- I lied, alright?

- You lied?

- I'm married.

Sometimes it's best not to tell the truth.

- I don't think so.

Don't tell me, children, too, huh?

- That's got nothing to do with you.

- Well, I should hope not.

- Look, this isn't a joke anymore.

Can you just.

- I never said it was a joke.

This is serious to me.

Oh come on, let me give
you a little massage.

- I don't want a massage.

- Oh, don't be so grouchy.

- Look, I'm not into this
sort of thing, alright?

Just undo the straps and let me go.

- You were the one who
wanted to come back here

for some fun, and I wanted
you to watch my video,

but you passed out just before
we got to the good stuff.

So I thought maybe we could watch it now,

what do you think?

- I don't think so.

- Oh come on, just a little look.

- Just undo the straps, will you?

- Was that an order?

- Oh, come on.

- You mustn't order me around.

- (groaning) Fucking thing.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Fuck.

- I think I'd like you to watch the video.

What do you think?

- (laughs nervously) Yeah
yeah, if that's what you want.

Please, please, put the knife down.

Please, put the knife down.

No, no.

Look.

You're an attractive woman.

You'll have no problems finding some guy

who'd be into this sort of stuff, right?

It's, it's just, it's
just not me, alright?

- Oh, but you're just the person I wanted.

- For what?

- For my film.

You see, I make films.

Very special films.

Fun films.

And I want you to be in my film.

- I don't want to get involved, alright?

- You see Tevin, I don't
really care what you want

or don't want, do you understand that?

But what I want right now
is to watch the video.

- Alright, let's watch the video

if that's what makes you happy.

- Oh, that's what I like to
hear, lots of cooperation.

It's movie time.

(man screaming)

(whip cracking)
(man screaming)

Oh, we're coming to the good stuff soon.

Are you watching this? (Laughs)

- Carla!

- This is my favorite part coming up.

- [Woman In Video] So
are you having fun now?

(laughing)

- This is disgusting.

- What?

What did you say?

(man in video screaming)

- Just let me out of this
fucking chair, will you?

For fuck's sake, let me out of here!

Let me out of this fucking chair!

(screaming)

- Help!

Help!

(screaming)

(screaming)

- [Anne-Marie] Now what was
that screaming all about?

No one's gonna hear you.

The room is completely soundproofed.

- You've got everything
figured out, haven't you?

- Oh, that rosy glow you
had in your cheeks earlier

seems to be gone.

- What is it that you want?

Is it money?

- Money? (Laughs)

I think that we had better
get things straight right now!

You're here for as long
as I want you to be,

and you can't talk or scream
or bribe your way out of it.

So, you just better do what I say,

or else I'll put a gag on you.

It is as simple as that.

- Why are you doing this to me?

How long will you keep me here for?

- I will have to put the
gag on you, I can see that.

- I need to go to the bathroom!

- Bathroom?

- I need to go to the toilet.

- Well why don't you say
toilet if that's what you mean?

Stupid euphemistic language.

If you want to shit and piss, just say so

or raise your hand. (Laughs)

Well say it then, I want to shit and piss.

- I want to shit and piss.

Satisfied?

- Oh, I've already told you
you can't leave this room.

You'll just have to do
it right where you are.

- I can't.

- Don't worry, the chair's plastic-coated.

- You're fucking crazy, you know that?

You're a fucking nut, you
fucking stupid fucking bitch!

Just fucking let me out of
here you stupid fucking cow!

Let me out of here!

Let me out of here, you
stupid fucking bitch!

(muffled screaming)

Let me out of here!

Let me out...

Of here.

(coughing)

(urine trickling)

(peaceful piano music)

- Is the camera running?

Good.

(dramatic music)

- What's this, party time?

- Every day's a party for me, Tevin.

(lighter clicking)

A few questions.

- What's he doing?

- A friend.

A helping hand.

- He makes your films, does he?

- I can't do everything myself.

I've only got one pair of hands.

And why do you assume it's a man.

- (scoffs) It's just an assumption.

- Mmm.

An accepted form of speech.

Well, they don't help very much, do they,

these accepted forms of doing things.

They leave you very
vulnerable to the unexpected,

the chance encounter.

Anyway, back to my questions.

I wanted to ask you about your family.

We already established that you lied

to me about that, right?

Isn't that right?

- Yes.

- Do you love your family.

- Yes.

- And that definitely includes your wife?

- That definitely includes my wife.

- Yet, you never mentioned your family

when you tried to put
your hand up my skirt.

Or were you gonna wait
until after you fucked me.

To tell you the truth, I
don't really give a damn.

Were you intending to
tell your wife that you'd

fucked another woman stupid?

(laughing)

Of course you've done all this before.

You've done all this before.

- Yes, I've slept with other women.

But I'm not different from
millions of other men,

for god's sake.

It doesn't make me a criminal.

I still love my wife and my kids.

I still care for them!

- And you used condoms
with these other women?

- Yes!

No.

Sometimes.

- Sometimes?

Sometimes.

- Put that fucking knife down.

You stupid fucking bitch.

(screams)

- You have no objection
then, to the mixing

of bodily fluids, even with
a woman as positive as me.

- Oh no.

No.

No!

(sobbing)

No!

(sobbing)

- (laughs) Did you get that?

I don't think he wants to do another take.

(sobbing)

(eerie electronic music)

The diazepam's still working.

He'll be out for at
least another few hours.

(dramatic music)

I've brought you some food.

Suit yourself.

- Is this your way of
dealing with the fact

that you have AIDS?

- I never suggested any such thing.

- You said you were positive.

- Positivity can mean lots of things.

It could mean I'm optimistic.

I'm a very happy person, Tevin.

I was only teasing you earlier.

- So you haven't got AIDS?

- Do you want this food or not?

- I don't understand any of this.

- You keep repeating
this, why don't you just

do me a favor and stop.

Why don't you just have some

of this lovely french onion soup

that I made specially for you,

since I know how much
you love French things.

- Fuck off with you!

Fuck off!

What is all this for?

Why are you doing this to me?

You don't even know me!

I've got kids!

Do you care about them?

Why are you doing this?

What the fuck is this bandage for?

Why do you bother after
what you've done to me?

- I trained as a doctor.

- Oh, fuck's sake.

A doctor.

Can I have a cigarette?

- Do you smoke a lot?

- Oh, fuck off.

- Do you smoke a pack a day?

I know what brand.

I know where you work.

You leave home at 8:15 and arrive at 9:00,

when you're on time.

You take lunch at 1:30.

On Mondays you go bowling.

- How long have you been following me?

- On Tuesdays you play badminton.

- Then you usually have sex with some slut

in the car park afterwards.

- You weren't stood up
at that bar, were you?

You planned everything!

- No one knew you in that
cocktail bar, did they?

The waiter paid no attention to us.

He was far too busy and
your tip was far too small

ever to be remembered.

You always choose out of the way places

for your pickups, don't you,

where you're sure that no
one will recognize you.

But guess what?

I'm sure that no one noticed me either.

- You're fucking cracked, you are.

Yeah, you're fucking cracked!

- Well, let's change the
subject, why don't we?

Why don't you tell me about your work?

Do you like your job?

- Yes.

- And how about your boss?

Do you get on well?

- Yes.

We have a lot in common.

We're good friends.

But you wouldn't know that,
friendship, would you?

- [Anne-Marie] Has it ever
occurred to you that maybe

you have a lot more in
common with your boss

than you think.

- Ah fuck.

- Ever wondered how you got your job?

You didn't have any
qualifications, did you?

You were pretty much a washout at school.

Isn't that right?

And yet, you got the job.

He lives on your street,
doesn't he, your boss?

Friendly with your wife, too.

Well, I'll let you in on
a little secret, Tevin.

Your boss has been screwing
your wife for years.

- You're a fucking liar!

- I've seen them do it.

They've done it all over your
smelly little suburban house.

(laughs) Kitchen floor
seems to be their favorite.

Not much room in there.

- You're fucking sick,
you are, you're sick!

Shut up, will you?

- Want a cigarette, Tevin?

Hold the knife up to his throat.

If he moves, slice him.

(dramatic music)

(soft sobbing)

Take a nice, deep drag, Tevin.

I can hear your blood
starting to thicken already.

Like boiling jam.

(coughing)

(laughing)

(wheezing)

(coughing)

If all chain smokers
reacted the way you did,

the world would be a much healthier place.

Maybe I could ever market it as a cure.

What do you think?

(coughing)

(tense piano music)

Look, I brought you something to read.

Good, classic literature,
things I'd like you

to take an interest in.

Are you listening to me?

He's sulking again.

You are such a pain.

Here, look at this.

The Sexual Conundrum by
Professor Jacqueline Gebhardt.

There are whole chapters
about you in here.

Looks like I wasn't the only
one following you around.

In fact, it looks like
Professor Gebhardt's

been camping out right under your own bed.

Look at this!

You can read, can't you?

Oh, this must be what
the sulk is all about.

Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I can teach you.

I'm a very patient teacher.

- Of course I can fucking read.

- Well, that's good to hear.

Now.

- Give me some water.

- Can't you concentrate...

- Give me some water, will you?

- Oh, you are suck a fussy one.

- Fuck off! (Spits)

- Here.

Now, here's a book by another professor.

This one is on sexual deviation,

which happens to be a pet project of mine.

You do read books, don't you?

- I read the newspapers.

- Well when was the last
time you read a book?

- I don't remember.

- Well, what was it?

- If I could remember what book it was,

I'd remember when it was, wouldn't I?

- Well roughly when was it?

- A few years ago.

- A few years ago?

There are so many books
to read, and you read one

every few years.

Doesn't it bother you?

- No, I don't give a fuck.

- Well how do you ever learn anything?

- I watch television, like you.

- I do not watch television.

I watch films, my own films.

There's a very big difference.

Television is just full
of brainless garbage.

- There are news programs.

- Oh yes, there are
news programs presented

by the plastic couple
with mid-atlantic hairdos

and eyes frozen on the autocue, giving us

prepackaged news items
that have had all the dirt

and bugs cleaned off them
in case it puts someone

off their dinner.

- Confessions of a Strippergram.

- What?

- Confessions of a Strippergram,

that's the last book I read.

- Don't tell me, a book about sex?

- Yes.

- Well, why don't you tell me
some of your fantasies, then.

- I don't need to fantasize.

I have no problems with women!

- You don't need to have
problems to have fantasies.

Well let me put it another way then.

What do you think about
when you're masturbating?

Or don't you do that either?

- Normal things.

- You're so proud of being normal.

You make it sound like an
achievement or something.

You're going to have to
be a lot more specific,

or how are you gonna
help me with my research?

- Fuck your research!

- Wrong answer, Tevin.

Now, what do you think about
when you're jerking off?

- A pretty woman wearing
sexy clothes, a firm body.

- So normal, well go on,
what kind of clothes.

- A lacy bra, suspenders,
frilly underwear.

- Haven't you ever longed to
shave that pretty woman's cunt?

Let me read you something.

This is from A History
of Sexual Fantasies.

I often fantasize about being
arrested and put on trial

for spying on a couple
manually mating two donkeys.

This is a serious offense,
and I am found guilty

and sentenced to be fucked by the donkey

in front of the whole court.

I must do everyone's
bidding or be whipped.

I'm carried off naked to a stable,

where I'm made to kneel on all
fours and open my legs wide.

I'm strapped so I cannot move.

A woman leads a donkey up behind me,

then I feel someone spreading
grease around my cunt

and right up my hole.

They must've played
with the donkey's prick

to make it hard...

- (spits) That's not a fantasy!

That's filth!

Any woman who thinks like that

isn't fit to walk the streets.

- They're only words, thoughts.

There's another one in
there written by a woman

who was obsessed with men's asses.

Every time she sees a nice round one,

she imagines what it would be like

to shove a huge dildo into it.

Everyone's fantasizing,
Tevin, everyone but you.

Millions of people.

- This is your fantasy, isn't it?

Having a man tied down, defenseless.

What is it that you want from me?

- I want you to tell me your fantasy.

I want you do dig down deep.

I mean, even normal men have fantasies.

- I used to think of
an American porn movie

I saw when I was 15 years old.

There were these two
fat women being seen to

by this black girl with a 10 inch prick.

I imagined that's me,
with my 10 inch prick,

and these fat women sitting on me,

I'm fucking one, fingering the other,

and it's so fucking hot and
I love it and they love it,

and it's getting harder and harder,

and I'm getting in their with my prick,

and I'm going in and out,
in and out, in and out,

I'm sweating and they love it,

and I love it 'cause I love
it, and I can't breathe,

but it doesn't matter
'cause I'm enjoying it,

and they love it as well.

And what's the words they use
in those American porn movies.

Oh yeah, come on, baby, give it to me.

Come on, baby, harder.

- Fuck me harder, baby.
- That's enough.

- [Tevin] Come on, baby...

- I said that's enough!

- Well you asked me, didn't you?

- I think we get the picture on that one.

What other fantasies do you use?

That can't be the only
one that gets you going.

- I used to think about wildlife programs.

- Wildlife programs?

- Yeah.

All those animals mating, you know.

Lions, that sort of thing.

They're very explicit,
those sort of films.

- You are so fucking British.

- Only in this country can someone get off

on wildlife programs.

But umm, tell me, Tevin,
why were you so disgusted

by my donkey story.

It sounds like you've been getting off

on that one for years.

- I knew this was a sex thing all along.

And all you wanted was
a good fucking screw.

I've heard about foreplay, but
this is fucking ridiculous.

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, come on.

Just untie me, take me upstairs.

Tie me up if that's what you want.

Fuck me, then let me go.

'Cause this is fucking ridiculous!

- I wanna know something Tevin.

Was there any truth to
any of your fantasies?

- I don't fantasize when
I'm fucking someone.

I don't think about anything.

Absolutely nothing.

- You know Tevin, I've heard it said

that a man's ass is sacred.

What do you think?

I thinK it's a lot of bullshit.

- I wouldn't know.

I'll take your word for it.

You're the expert.

- Oh, praise indeed from one so innocent.

Have you never thought of trying it,

the divine lodgement
as it's been described.

(buzzing)

(metal clinking)

(wood buzzing)

See.

These things have been
around 10,000 years or so,

give or take a millennium.

Early ones were made of basalt, I believe,

and later on brass.

The metal gave the sensation of semen.

- You so much as touch me with that thing,

I swear to you I'll kick your teeth

down your fucking throat!

- Guess what?

I think it's time to
defile the sacred hole.

- Fuck off then!

- Why Tevin?

(screaming)

(dark, dramatic music)

(man on video screaming)

- Who the hell are you?

Do you ever get bored
of wearing that hood?

What's she got planned for today?

You in on her plans, too?

Hey!

Can you hear me?

You can't be deaf because
she's always giving you orders.

Hey, look at me, read my lips.

That's it, now read carefully.

When I get out of here,
I'm gonna do that bitch.

I'm gonna make sure she suffers
before she goes to jail,

and when she does, she's going
down for a very long time.

If you help me, let me out of
here, it'd be good for you.

I won't say anything
about you to the police,

it'd just be her.

I bet she forces you to do
this stuff, doesn't she.

The way she treats you,

it's like you're a slave or something.

She talks to you worse than a dog.

Can't you see how sick she is?

Look, whatever she's got
on you to make you go along

with her, it won't matter if you help me

by letting me go.

There's no need to be afraid of her.

I'll help you by putting her away.

I'll give you a place to stay.

I'll give you some money.

That's it, just undo the
straps and let me go,

I'll help you, I promise.

(dramatic music)

(peaceful music)

Who the hell are you?

Where is she?

- She's gone.

- Gone?

Gone where?

- Gone for good.

I didn't like the way
she was taking things.

- What are you talking about?

She's gone, let me go?

- I wanted her to let you
go, but she disagreed.

She was very cruel.

I think she should've let you go.

- Well if she's gone now, you
can let me go now, can't you?

What are you waiting for?

What are you waiting for?

- She was my friend.

Or I thought she was.

I gave her a place to stay.

- [Tevin] This is your house?

- Yes.

- Oh Christ.

- I used to listen to her
problems, night after night.

She was such a liar, such a fake.

She never trained as a doctor.

That was me, not her.

She was a patient in a psychiatric unit.

Locked her up for killing a horse.

That's me all over, I'm soft-hearted.

I guess I felt sorry for her.

But then as the old story,
you give 'em an inch,

they take a mile.

- [Tevin] You could've stopped her.

- Oh, I have stopped her now.

- [Tevin] Where is she?

- You don't believe me.

- [Tevin] I can't believe any of this.

(dramatic music)

- You see?

- [Tevin] Christ.

- I never liked the way she did her hair.

Or her clothes.

Drawing attention to herself like that.

Not my way at all.

- Oh God.

- She was a dirty bitch.

Upstairs, she used to tell me
how she was attracted to you,

how she wanted to special
things to you, sexual things.

It wasn't the point at all.

She was disgusting.

Well then.

- I don't want to see it.

Put it away.

- You're right.

Not a nice thing to look at.

Anyway, I just thought I'd
tell you things would be

different from now on.

I have to go clean up upstairs,

but I'll be back soon.

(dramatic music)

You're beginning to look
quite a mess, Tevin.

You've got to keep up appearances.

It's important to keep a presentable face.

- It's just the same shit as before.

You've just taken her place.

What pleasure do you
get from my suffering?

Are you a sadist?

Do you get off on those recordings?

- Don't tell me you haven't seen any films

which aren't just a little bit like mine.

Violence, abuse, shootings, rape,

but I suppose they're
more stylishly done on TV,

good guys and bad guys who
deserve everything they got.

Violence met with a
necessary violent response,

quick and sensational.

Do these films seem fair to you?

Portrayal of violence real?

- For Christ's sake, everyone
knows that that isn't real.

They're only acting.

- Let me put it another way.

Did you ever witness a fight in a bar?

Let's say someone smashed
in the face with a glass

or hit over the head with a bar stool?

They fall over, and they
don't get up, end of story.

People in real life don't walk around

with bullet holes in them,

or with their skulls smashed open.

They fall over, lie still.

Covered in chalk.

- But we know that's not real.

- In real life, the blood starts to run,

and people become senseless,
frightened things.

They run away, cower, hide.

Violence is savage,
destructive, and is feared.

I have to admit, I enjoy
violence and the consequences.

Now isn't that something.

I don't enjoy pain, myself.

When it comes to pain, I'm
as frightened as you are.

Pain is a terrifying reality.

- Then how can you do
what you've done to me.

- I'm the perpetrator.

I only give pain.

I don't receive it.

I'm in control, that's how it is.

Understand that women,
too, can be violent.

Or did you think it was
just a male prerogative?

How could you think you
were always in control?

The women are just there to be used.

Not respected or feared.

They're just as capable of
manipulation and retaliation.

- You need help, do you know that?

Everything you see is twisted.

Violence isn't everything around us.

- You're wrong.

Very wrong.

The reality is, the violence never stops.

The aftereffects remain
forever, as in the bar scenario.

People are traumatized, memory remains,

even after the victim's been removed.

Things just aren't the same.

Atmosphere is different.

Witnesses are scared,
they try and stay calm

by distancing themselves,

by observing but never
conceiving participation.

As long as it happens to
others, it's entertaining.

They revel, safe in their
positions as observers.

Violence surrounds our lives,
so we can never guarantee

ourselves safety from it.

You see, Tevin, very few of
us admit to being violent,

and when we do, we blame it on others.

We say, oh, they provoked me.

They had it coming.

He deserved it.

Any sane person would've
done the same thing.

But how many times have
you heard those words?

(dramatic music)

- You are sane.

You calculated all of this.

What's your excuse?

- I don't need an excuse.

Appreciate the consequences
of your actions.

I started a chain reaction,
a new consequence,

and found you here.

- What's your excuse?

- I'm one of the very few
brave souls who's recognized

the true face of society
and began to deal with it.

It's dirty work, but
somebody's got to do it.

- Give me an answer, what's your excuse?

- I'm giving you all
something to think about.

- You can't give me one
good reason, can you?

You can't excuse yourself.

- I'm the other half of the sky.

The alternative.

There have to be people
like me, don't you see that?

- What are you trying to tell me?

That people like you are normal?

That this kind of cruelty is normal?

- I'm definitely in the
minority, but I'm not unique.

There are many countries
where I would be highly valued

by the state.

- The Third Reich ended,
or hadn't you heard?

- Oh, there are plenty around still.

Just take a visit to some
South American countries.

More interestingly, look to
see who's supporting them.

- There's only good and
evil, right and wrong.

And you are both wrong and evil.

- Of course I wouldn't expect
someone of your background

to say anything else.

But I'm hoping to convince you otherwise.

To open you up to other possibilities.

You don't even have to tell me
when you finally understand.

You can just keep it up here if you like.

- (sighs) I know enough to
know that you're a freak.

And that with people like
you they lock them up

and throw away the key, that's all.

- But I'm not locked up, I'm still here

and I've plenty to do.

Now, I want you to get a bit of rest.

You've got a lot to do as
well over the next few days.

Take the chance to dream.

Your subjective imagination, I find,

is often very honest.

- I believe in the power of good.

I believe in the power of God.

I believe in the power of God.

(dark, dramatic music)

(demonic voice speaking foreign language)

(woman moaning)

(dark, dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- [Tevin's Wife] Hello?

Hello?

Who's there?

Tevin?

(woman laughing maniacally)

- I've got a surprise for you, look.

- My kids.

Where did you get them?

- Oh, took them myself, not bad, eh?

Light was a little poor, though.

- When did you see them?

- Oh, just yesterday.

- Oh Jesus, you haven't touched them.

You haven't touched them!

- No, had a word though.

A brief chat.

I think they quite liked me.

Maybe they could smell you on my clothes.

- [Tevin] God.

- Would any man betray his own children?

Would you give your life to protect them?

If I told you I had your kids upstairs,

would that help you to
start telling the truth,

to realize your complacency,
admit your bad attitude?

- You frustrated, bitter,
and twisted PMT bitch!

(dramatic music)

- I have a film too,
would you like to see it?

I haven't done anything,
just a bit of candid camera.

- I don't want to see it.

Turn it off!

I can't stand this, turn it off.

- They don't seem to be
missing you too much, do they?

Your wife looks a little
sulky, but that's not unusual

for a woman in a shopping mall.

- Maybe you've got your
own twisted reasons

for keeping me here, but don't touch them.

They've done nothing.

- They've got your blood inside them.

- Don't touch them, please.

- I'm not making any promises.

- I wouldn't trust anyone
who bleeds for a week

and doesn't die.

- I'm thinking of doing
a little porn movie

starring your wife and your boss.

They're still seeing each other, you know,

despite your disappearance.

Now they've got an excuse.

They can console in bed.

- It isn't true, it isn't true.

- Life goes on.

(water trickling)

- Get off me!

- I can do what I fucking like.

I'm a woman, and I'm angry,

and you, for the first time in your life,

will have to make an
effort to understand why.

- You're a fucking Nazi,
the way you behave.

- Don't lecture me you little shit!

I'm a spiritual woman.

And don't compare me to
the scumbags of history.

The Nazis were a bunch of morons.

- They were evil like you.

They tortured the Jews for pleasure.

They tried to exterminate a whole race.

- Race?

Race?

What has race got to do with anything?

If you're going to torture someone,

you might as well be objective about it.

The SS guards in the camps were
systematically desensitized.

Violence isn't unusual.

The capability is in all of us.

When it becomes normal, then
everyone is capable of it.

As long as they remained safe.

Those guards were disgusted at first,

but they were encouraged to
drink, to be drunk on duty.

They were shown by others
how to carry out their tasks.

After a while it was just
another job, like baking bread,

and then they showed others...

- What are you trying to tell me?

That torture and murder
is normal behavior?

You're worse than a fucking Nazi!

- That I take as a compliment.

I don't care if you're a Jew
or a communist or a terrorist,

what the fuck has that
to do with anything?

- At least it made sense.

At least they had a purpose.

There's no meaning to what you do except

for your own sadistic pleasure.

- If you're going to make a
revolution, make it for fun.

Don't make it in ghastly seriousness.

Do it for fun.

Don't do it because you hate people.

Do it just to spit in their eye.

- I could almost pity you.

You're so sick.

- Oh, I do try, but
sometimes it's not possible.

With a biological mistake
like you on my hands

it's very hard to see
the funny side of things.

It's such hard work.

Training monkeys would be simpler.

(grunting)

You stupid bastard!

(static crackling)

Working.

Recording properly.

Need it for my work.

- That's a real shame.

You'll just have to get yourself
a new one, a tougher one.

(dramatic music)

- [Julia] Guarantee's run out, Tevin!

(static crackling)

(peaceful acoustic music)

- Oh Jesus, what is it now?

- Ever heard of domestic violence, Tevin?

We're gonna play a game of sorts.

Bit of machinery for this one, too.

If you win, I might even let you go.

- Why should I believe anything you say?

- You don't have a choice.

No stranger to knives are you, Tevin?

- Knives?

- Yes, knives, like this one.

- It's for protection, that's all.

- [Julia] Self-protection?

- It's dangerous on
the streets these days.

- That's quite so.

Now, have you ever used this
knife on another person?

- No.

- Is that no you haven't used the knife,

no not recently or no don't cook me?

- No, I haven't.

(microwave beeps)
(dramatic music)

- You're lying.

You'll feel a faint itching at first

which will soon become uncomfortable.

This will rapidly be

superseded by a feeling
of pins and needles.

Then the pins and needles
will become heated.

- [Tevin] Turn it off.

- Now the pins and needles
are burning molten.

Oh, the molecules are really dancing.

(groaning)

Now now, calm down.

It'll be over soon and you know how

to stop it happening again.

- Alright, alright, I'll tell you!

I stabbed somebody!

- You stabbed somebody.

An evil assailant intent on evil doing

as you wended your way back to
the bosom of your family, eh?

- I don't know what the
fuck you're on about.

(microwave beeping)

In this car park this
bloke just started on me

for no reason, he was a nutter!

- I said I wanted you to tell
me the truth about yourself.

You're going to unburden yourself.

You're not doing it.

(groaning)

I used to go to the courts to
watch pigs like you on trial.

But I'm not a vigilante.

I'm just a casual observer.

I was at your trial.

You were lucky to get a suspended sentence

for malicious wounding.

- Alright, alright, I'll tell you!

(heavy breathing)

This bloke, he was looking at me.

Staring.

I didn't like it.

I'd had a few drinks.

You know what it's like.

- I don't know what it's
like or I wouldn't ask.

- He just got to me, staring
at me, I didn't like it.

No way can a man look
at another man like that

and get away with it.

- Maybe he fancied you.

- I had to deal with it.

That's just the way it is.

- So you stabbed him?

- Yes, I cut him.

I sliced the black bastard.

- Accurately, you severed
the supinator longus

just below the elbow.

If he hadn't put his arm up,

you'd have slashed his
throat, wouldn't you?

- I don't know.

Like I said I'd been drinking.

Anyway, he's up for it.

He wanted to have a go.

- You were with a woman
that night, weren't you?

Sitting drinking with
a tarty young friend.

Fog outside, cozy and warm inside.

Scotch fingers on her thighs.

- She was a friend.

I never laid a finger on her.

- You forget I was in the courtroom.

I saw her.

She looked like a hooker.

No man could be friends
with a woman like that.

You never laid a finger on her

because you were arrested
before you had a chance.

Displaying your antlers
for the servile doe.

Drawing blood from a rival is a sure way

to make her lay down and
offer her hindquarters.

- You're fucking weird, you know that?

I'll tear your fucking eyes out!

- You're in no position.

No position at all to be
shouting orders at me.

Don't you know what I
could do to you lying there

in a pile of your own shit!

- Well do it then, go on!

Speechless, eh?

Lost for words.

That makes a fucking change!

- I don't have to say anything.

I could just sit here and
watch you for hours or days.

Watch you rot away in that chair.

Is that passive enough for you?

How would that suit you?

We could sit here and
listen to some music.

Watch with mother.

Mother and her baby-husband
lying in his shitty nappy.

Is that passive enough for you?

- No!

- You've already been judged, convicted,

and sentenced to hell.

Nothing else matters now.

Know and expect only pain, pain upon pain.

Ever increasing pain.

(screaming)

(dramatic music)

♪ You abandoned me ♪

♪ You abandoned me ♪

- Did you sleep well?

Oh I'm sorry.

I forgot to get you a pillow.

- (scoffs) Sometimes, I
don't know what you're about.

- Today's a special day.

- Why special?

It's just you me and these
four black walls as usual.

- Oh, but that's where you're wrong.

I feel I ought to
confess something to you.

You see, we're not down here alone at all.

- Oh Jesus, don't tell me you've got

another little helper.

- You've probably guessed
by now that you're not

the first visitor to my basement.

- It's visiting day, is it?

Yeah, I've seen your other visitors.

- Oh, but you haven't.

Met them face to face, I mean.

Call me old fashioned,
but I think that people

should be properly introduced.

(dramatic music)

They're not visitors.

They never left.

- Oh my God.

- I know everyone assembled here by name.

Some of them are very old friends.

I can still picture their faces.

To me it's like a photograph album.

Each one a good memory.

Some of them people are
mixed up in the same jar.

That seemed funny to me.

I knew they wouldn't have
got on when they were alive.

But I'm sure they've reconciled
their differences by now.

People do, you know, if you
give them enough time and space.

- [Tevin] How many people?

- Now there's a question.

You know, I can't remember exactly.

Lost their tongues I suppose.

They learned to listen.

We talked at length.

And eventually, they came
around to my perspective.

I'm going to do a portrait of you, Tevin.

Who knows, it might be
worth a fortune one day.

You know how trendy the art market can be.

(dramatic music)

(dark, eerie music)

That's healing up nicely.

I'm glad it didn't become infected.

- What the fuck is that?

- Nature's little helpers.

We're going to play another little game.

I'm going to place certain
morsels in your mouth,

and you have to guess what they are.

A correct answer wins
you a point, a wrong one,

and you meet a helper.

- If I like the taste of them
would you mind if I ate them?

'Cause I'm getting pretty hungry.

- Oh, that's fine by me.

Bon appetit.

Open wide, Tevin.

Well?

- Slug.

- Very good.

And this.

(spitting)

- Disgusting, dog shit

- Oh, very good, but no you're wrong.

It's some of your shit.

Scooped it out whilst you were asleep.

And this?

- Urine.

- How did you know that?

- Tasted it when I was a kid,
a taste not easily forgotten.

- Maggots, you sick bitch!

- You know, when I was
in medical school we once

had this patient that came in

with the most enormous swollen testicles.

The slightest touch was
incredibly painful to him.

Eventually, we had to knock him out.

X rays didn't show much,
so we took him to theater.

Do you know what we found?

His testicles were infested
by a colony of maggots.

The patient later admitted that he got off

on feeding live maggots up his urethra.

- That's a good story.

With an imagination like that,

you should be writing horror books.

- Oh, I can assure you
it's the truth Tevin.

I only told you so you'd
know how tenacious they are.

- [Tevin] No! (Groans)

(Julia shrieks)

(groans)

(intense music)

(grunting)

(intense music)

(grunting)

(screaming)
(electricity crackling)

(tense, haunting music)

(man laughing maniacally)

- Just a couple of little injections

to prepare you for your operation.

You ever try drugs when
you were a teenager, Tevin?

- What is that?

- I guess not.

You're far too straight laced, aren't you.

LSD is very good for the creative mind.

I'd like to see what it can do for you.

It'll only take a couple of minutes.

Enjoy the ride.

Power is gained from torture,
the longer the torture,

the greater the power.

The smell of your death is near.

It's the smell of freedom.

You're afraid of me because I'm different.

If you get to know me, understand me,

you will no longer fear me.

(chaotic music)

Stop hating and start thinking.

Someday the world will
these tapes of your visit.

The views will watch
the prelude to violence,

the violence, and the most important part,

the aftereffects and the
consequences of that violence,

and they will understand me.

- [Tevin Recording]
Where do you come from?

- [Julia] I only speak in English so you

can understand me.

You don't speak my language.

(screaming)

(wood creaking)

(chaotic static)

(chaotic music)

(screaming)

- How are you feeling now?

Painkillers working, yes?

Feeling a bit off, oh yes?

I bet you're beginning to
think I'm totally psychotic.

Do you think I am insane?

Simple yes or no will do.

- Off, turn it off.

- It's very simple, really.

This is order,

and this is chaos, and this is insanity,

and this is the borderline.

It's flexible, like a rubber brand.

I practice running
headlong at the rubber band

and let it pull me into
chaos and let it pull me back

into order.

Now I have you.

We can run at it together.

I'll take you across.

We can experience it together.

- Off, turn it off.

- Your own foolish
actions brought you here.

Condemned you!

But then again you were
condemned at birth,

born to serve the nation.

- [Tevin] It's a worm.

- I bet you always paid
your taxes on time.

Bet you always thought you were free,

that you made up your own
mind, made your own decisions.

- [Tevin] Turning into worms.

- Now I know you have a heart.

You hid it so well.

It took me such a long time to reach it.

You should count yourself lucky.

I've just condensed what could have been

a long and weary and pointless life.

- God help me, somebody.

- Getting it all over and done with.

- Oh, God help me, somebody, please.

- Has God ever come to your aid?

Ever met anybody he has helped,

lent a few bucks to
when they were starving?

You're here all alone.

You'll have to rely on
yourself for preservation.

- Oh God.

- God's dead.

She died brokenhearted by her critics.

She died from lack of respect.

- [Tevin] Being eaten alive.

- Oh, here are some souvenirs for you.

The American bitch's eyes.

She can watch your bowel
movements for a while.

(dramatic music)

Hmm?

Oh, and And I'll put this in too,

so you don't lose it.

(slow, melancholy music)

(Tevin groaning)

- It's raining outside, quite heavily.

I've just been for this
long walk in the park.

Laid myself down on the grass.

There was just this old man
and his dog, no one else.

He was watching me, must
have thought I was crazy.

Lay there looking up at the sky,

the rain lashing down on my face,

smack in the eyeballs.

It's a wonderful feeling.

It puts everything in perspective.

Have you ever done that?

- I'd like to.

I'd like to see the sky again.

- You will see the sky again.

Maybe not with those eyes,

but you will see.

- Couldn't you just let me
out of here for a while.

I won't try and escape, I promise.

I only want to see outside.

- [Julia] You seem very weak.

- Please.

- [Julia] That would just hurt you more.

To let you get a glimpse and
bring you back down here.

- Oh please.

- I couldn't do that.

- Please, I promise.

I beg you.

- We're growing closer, Tevin.

Trust and affection between us.

- Just a look.

That's all I ask.

- You don't need to be afraid
of the dark, or this room.

There's nothing more to worry about.

Everything's taken care of.

Everything's practically over.

- Just a look.

I know it's over, I can feel it.

But I'm scared.

- You mustn't be scared.

Death is the greatest adventure of all.

I've seen their faces as they go.

The look of bliss.

I'll envy you that.

- Just one look.

- Go on then.

(peaceful music)

(Tevin groaning)

I'll wait for you here.

Don't be too long, Tevin.

(groaning)

(peaceful music)

Nevermind.

Nevermind.

(dramatic music)

- Is it over?

- When I was a little girl,

I used to have an altar in my bedroom,

with candles and everything.

I thought of it as my
personal line to God.

I was happy.

Whenever anything
frightened me I used to run

to my altar and speak to him.

My parents used go out and leave me.

I don't know where they went.

But they were always dressed up and smelt

of cigarettes and perfumes.

Meant grown up places where
they speak a different language.

One night a candle fell over.

I was asleep.

The room caught fire

It spread so quickly.

I ran to a neighbor, but
the whole house went up.

And the faith went with it.

As I stood watching the
flames I screamed at God.

It was his altar, but there was nothing.

Nothing.

Sadness never leaves you, Tevin.

The melancholy lasts forever.

To be on the outside
looking down on the world.

I don't suppose you
could ever have imagined

what that was like.

Whatever I did to you wouldn't
have made any difference.

You'd never have joined me.

Maybe through the haze of
pain you caught a glimpse.

That's all I could hope for.

That's all I've ever got from the others,

and you're not exceptional Tevin.

You're just the average victim.

- I'm sorry.

I want to live.

I want to live.

I want to see my wife and my kids.

- Like a rat that's fallen
in a barrel of water.

Hopelessly looking for a way out,

right up until the last moment.

Do you love me for what I'm doing to you?

- I love you.

(clears throat weakly) I love you.

- My name is Julia.

- I love you, Julia.

- I love you, too, Tevin.

But you can't stay here any longer.

I'm finished with you.

My job's done.

There's nothing more I can teach you.

You're no longer able to learn, and soon,

you will owe me.

One last thought, Tevin,
to whom will society

give the glory?

Who will be remembered in history?

The mass killer or the names
of the faceless victim.

The killer is immortalized.

The victim becomes either a
number or one nameless note,

part of a number.

Tevin, you've become less than a number.

You were born the victim you became.

Claim your inheritance with pride.

(choking)

(dramatic music)

(slow, dark music)

- [Woman] What happened?

- Welcome to the world of the living.

How are you feeling?

- Where am I?

Did you tie me up?

- It's a fun thing.

We're going to have some fun.

- I don't understand.

Please let me out of this chair.

Your accent's changed.

You're not American.

- No, I'm not American.

Sometimes I like to pretend
to be somebody I'm not.

It's so boring always being
the same person all the time,

don't you think?

- [Woman] You weren't like this before.

I want to go home now.

- [Julia] You invited yourself here.

You wanted to see my film.

- [Woman] I've changed my mind.

I want to go now.

- And I want you to see my film.

You missed all the best
bits when you passed out.

We can see it now.

- Please let me go.

I want to go now!

- You'll feel better soon,

and then we can have some real fun.

Come watch.

- I want to go now!

- And I want you to stay!

(woman screaming)

That's better.

Now, come watch the video.

- And then can I go.

(woman on video screaming)

(dramatic music)

(woman on video screaming)

- I hope you rot with cancer you bitch!

- Oh come on, let's have a bit more action

You just like dead meat

- Screw you!

- I'm enjoying myself.

- I'll never give in
to you, do you hear me?

(speaking drowned out by screaming)

- [Julia] Imagine your girl's fate?

How would you like that?

- [Man In Chair] I won't
listen to your filth!

(speaking drowned out by music)

(woman screaming)

(peaceful music)

(dramatic music)