All language subtitles for Successive

SUCCESSIVE SLIDINGS OF PLEASURE

What time did you come home?

Why were the blinds pulled?

Where'd you go on vacation?

Do you like eggs?

Can you swim?

You know a man named Boris?

How many shoes do you have?

When was your first communion?

What are you? Actress?

Dancer? Model?

Call girl, cover girl?

Script girl?

Someone came.

Someone else was here.

Someone came.

Nora's dead.

I'm alone on the beach.

The sea breaks at my feet.

Someone GISG came.

Do you recognize this?

You don't recognize this?

Shit, no!

It was found in your room.

Maybe it was Nora's.

They found your fingerprints on it.

No other traces?

Only from the other cop who
searched the apartment after the murder.

Did he take much?

I'm talking about this!

The murder weapon?

No. You know that.

So what's it to you?

It could have
been the murder weapon.

It's a bit of glass, a toy
like children play with.

So, you keep claiming a
man you know nothing about...

but who seemed to be
following you for weeks,

suddenly entered your house.

How'd he enter?

With his keys.

He had a key?

A copy, of course.

- How'd he get them?
- He had it made.

We kept ours under the
doormat when we were not together

Nora and I only had one.

One day he took it

and had a duplicate
made at the locksmith.

How do you know?

I only suppose so.

Or he said he'd lost his key...

and had the
locksmith work on the door

when we were both out.

- Or maybe - -
That's enough!

Guesswork isn't your position.

You asked me to cooperate.

Maybe he took our key and
left us the duplicate.

Once we noticed it
didn't have the same band.

If this man exists,
he didn't use a key.

The inspector found the lock forced.

The killer came from outside.

No, you could've forced the lock...

as a part of setting the scene.

Please continue with your version.

With or without a key, this
man entered your home

and he calmly tied your friend to
her bed so he could kill her at ease.

I'm the one who tied her.

Ito/d you. We were playing.

She was the model for a painting.

/t's true, there was
no easel in the room,

nor unfinished or blank canvas.

I Wanted Io fake a photo and
fh en Work alone in oils-

The inspector must' have
seen the brushes and pain {in gs-

Only red paint?

Yes, Why not'?

When all was
setup, the k/I/er arrived

and put a knife in Nora's breast .7

- Scissors!
- Yes, yours.

With only your fingerprints on them!

Because they are mine.

He Wore black gloves.

Why would he do that?

He was probably insane because
the brothels had been closed.

Maybe he, I00, Wanted f0 play.

/sh't that what they
cal/ a 'transfer'?

And you just sat and watched?

You're putting me on!

Going to rape me to make me confess?

Leave me alone, you dirty man!

That's a classic trick.
It won't help you at all.

He tried to kiss you?

You mean rape me?

And kill me by stabbing me in
the belly and between my thighs.

All men are maniacs.

They say you're guilty of murder.

Accused! That's
different, almost the contrary!

Come in.

They say you stabbed a
beautiful girl in the heart.

Was she your
friend? Did you love her?

I don't know. I guess she loved me.

That means nothing.

She had long hair,

red lips and green eyes.

They're lying! I didn't kill her!

I only thought it'd
make a pretty corpse.

Maybe you'll kill me too?

You're not pretty. Your
robe hides you too much.

Will you strangle me? Using what?

I don't need to. I
have a magic power.

I only need to
pronounce a certain phrase.

I've known it' for some time now.

It was at the seaside with
our French teacher.

All the girls were crazy over her.

I Wanted to be alone with her.

She was fickle and would
have private chats with anyone.

One day We went for
a Walk on the cliffs.

It' was too high and
the edge was unstable.

The path was foo close to the edge.

Now, love is going to slip.

Are you crazy?

Her heart stopped.

Your lips are bloody.

I tried
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

She didn't drown.

She could have lost
her breath in the fall.

What are you up to?

Listening to music.

This might be a murder weapon.

Your tales are a lot of crap.

So let it drop, if you'll
pardon the expression.

Theme of broken glass.

Talk to doctor about it.

Shit, I cut myself.

I better suck it.

Will you suck it? If
not, I might die.

Now it's you who'll die.

Maybe you ate some glass.

There was a woman's shoe

under glass in your room.

What exactly is it?

A fetish. We d/pped if in
the holy Wafer of Notre-Dame.

Lib for hustling.

When we 're
broke, Nora goes whoring.

Me I00, sometimes, but ifs more dangerous
when you're under e/ghieen.

We find it very
entertaining, like an adventure or a party.

The blue shoe's a
talisman against bad luck."

cops, crack-ups, VD and
trouble in general.

Stand up.

Spread your legs.

Bend it!

Arch your back.

Dirty whore.

Maybe you'll pick up a
sadist who'll want you to -

Hello, Miss.

Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.

You're a prostitute too?

Yes, like everybody nowadays.

And you like it?

It's pleasant enough...

and excites the
mind, if you understand.

You mustn't be a slave to it.

I understand.

It's better to ask
for a lot of money

and do things that are
more unusual and dirty.

I'm ready.

Good-bye, Miss.

We're going to torture this whore...

but rape her first.

We had a Wild time that' day,

How did she bleed?

A phony African
fakir taught me a trick.

I'll show you one day.

You're a monster.

Here's lawyer David.

Nora.

What?

- Who are you?
- I'm your lawyer.

You look like Nora.

I doubt it. Stop playing games.

Likeness, repetitions, substitutions,
pretense. Enough!

Your case is bad enough as it is.

What do I think? They don't
guillotine little girls.

Shut up, idiot.

You're innocent, but you
try to prove the contrary.

Why doesn't the judge
come anymore? He was nice.

He's sick.

It's my fault. He's going to die.

He ate glass and drank my blood.

Don't play games with me.

I'm hereto help you get out.

Your spoiled brat
imagination is a waste of time on me.

Just tell me about Nora and
your connection with her.

Our exact connection...

Connections, police connections...

sexual connections...

inverted connections...

Nora was a bitch.

She scared me and was
always punishing me.

I had to kneel and eat
my soup on the floor,

nude, my hands tied behind me.

When she was broke, she
made me sleep with men.

Depraved men, like all men are.

Sometimes she'd
watch and caress herself.

Days when I couldn't...

because I was bleeding...

she'd tie me on the bed and
whip me with a dog whip.

She'd scare me by playing dead.

You're a beached
ship, an open shell,

a sticky bitch, a crushed frog.

You'll go to hell.

You'll be burned
alive, disemboweled, impaled,

buried alive.

Fish slipping through
the overly-thick algae...

caught in the iron
bars of the sheetless bed,

reddened on the spearhead that
rips the silk beneath the skin

when the sea is receding...

with dead algae in the evening,

a black border edged in white foam.

Without moving the other
hand nor looking to the sea...

in the sand it drowns
the violent wind

and the pale, slow, cold
knife slips into the flesh.

The body pauses in a last sigh.

I am the sole cause. Death passes.

Blackbird.

Black beauty, weary seagull.

Sure, that's nice and cheap.

It's over.

It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't cry.

It'll be all right now.

I'll paint you that
way, as St. Agatha.

- Why St. Agatha?
- She was the prettiest.

She was martyred on her Wedding day.

They tore her White gown

and fore off her
breasts with red-ho! tongs-

She's always painted that way.

What do you do in bed at night?

I say my prayers.

Afterwards, all alone in your bed?

You caress yourself?

Maybe you do it wrong?

I'll teach you.

I read an article by a doctor

who gave advice for both
singles and couples...

with scientific words:

vulva, algolagnia,

cunnilingus.

That's really disgusting.

What have you done?

Sister, you'll be punished.

Here's your lawyer,
daughter of a demon.

The Sisters look
upset. What's wrong?

It's their problem.

You know how nuns are. They
have odd private relations.

Really? What sort?

Sadomasochist.

Shall I do your hair differently?

Stop. This is serious.

What? That I'll be guillotined?

Will it hurt?

Listen. You must help me.

What about the shovel?

What shovel?

Don't be a fool.

The one found in your cupboard.

The investigators are curious

because you couldn't
explain its presence.

It's odd to have a
shovel in a city apartment.

Tell me why.

To kill the killer.

Explain yourself.

The man who spied on
us had a duplicate key

so we wanted to defend ourselves.

Where did you find it?

In the basement.

A shovel was there?

Must have been. How do I know?

I'm frying to help.

So you refuse to leave
here when it could be so easy?

I want to get out.

You've no idea what goes on here.

The cells are very clean.

So are the nuns and the prisoners,

but for the least
error we're taken below

to the underground dungeon.

It's horrible.

It's medieval.

Come on. Calm down. I'm here.

You've had a bad dream.

Enter.

Hello, my child.

You're not as I expected.

- You heard about me?
- Of course.

I'm the shepherd of all lost lamb.

I'm interested in every
fresh arrival to this flock.

Sister Julie says you
want to confess a crime -

That is my client.
I'm only her lawyer.

I'll begin again.

To confess a crime that
mankind doesn't punish enough:

invenfion.

Are you hurt?

No. Why?

It's red paint, not blood.

A splash of our young artist's work.

I see.

I'm somewhat reassured.

I'm going now.

That's a hard chore.

It's good exercise.

I wanted to ask you...

I heard you receive

corporal
punishment if you misbehave.

Punishment?

Don't worry. I'm a lawyer.

I heard of dungeons, chains,
whips... even worse.

I've never seen such things.

Pity. It might be amusing.

Really? For whom?

For the spectators.

Are you hurt?

No, it's nothing.

I must have been scratched by a
button or bitten by a mosquito.

I didn't notice.

You're a lawyer?

Can I help you?

No. But you don't look like one.

Why not?

A lawyer is like a judge?

If you wish.

Or maybe quite the contrary.

What a strange lawyer.

The devil's advocate perhaps!

- You chose her?
- She was appointed.

Ah, not a holy appointment!

Beware of these people!

Beware of this place!

Why, Father?

Accusation is a prologue to crime.

Confinement entices vice!

Religious prisons
are schools of sin.

Vice, Father?

I'm not your father!

I'm pastor of the
Non-United Church.

This place is hell!

Don't act
holier-than-thou.

I saw your game with that
Devil-branded creature.

But Father, where's the evil?

Evil is there...

and there...

...and there!

One Sister often touches me there.

I thought it was by accident.

What? Poor child, tell
me the details.

As many as
possible, for your salvation.

I've seen acts I don't understand.

Is that what you mean?

Acts between whom?

Nuns and prisoners, mostly
the pretty ones.

Tell me! Quickly!

Describe it all

or the God of Anger will burn
you alive over a slow fire.

Father, I dare not.

Speak, you whore!

$0 I fold him what'
he Wanted to hear.

That's why you requested paints?

Yes, isn't it pretty?

Don't you like modern art?

Get dressed and wash your body,

if that's possible.

How can I wash myself in this pail?

- All the perfumes of
Arabia - - Hands off!

Slimy, criminal, shameless child!

One can see you're an assassin.

I don't understand.

Jesus was innocent

but condemned because he had a
talent for irritating people.

I'll tell my lawyer what you said.

Tell her! Do you know
where she is right now?

And what she's doing?

Follow me!

That's an order.

Look, Sister, it's
St. Veronica's cloth.

Now.

I'll get it open.

Caress me!

- Here?
- Yes.

Better than this, idiot.

Last night I dreamt the
pastor was marrying me

but when I knelt to
pray, he caressed me.

His hand groped through the
lace and up my thighs to my genitals.

I knew he was sexually obsessed.

He won't last much longer.

He'll commit suicide.

All who approach you
are perverts, insane.

But it's all in your little mind.

How's your girlfriend?

You have too much imagination.

I don't know what you think you saw.

Sister Julia saw too.

I only saw you in a
nightgown, like a Sleepwalker.

You say Sister Julia hates you.

So she'd say anything to hurt you.

Who talks of hurting me? That's
not within your power.

The reenactment is tomorrow.

Try not to act foolish.

I'll take you to your apartment.

The police will meet us there.

The judge too, but
probably not the same one.

Probably n02' the same one.

Listen.

Father, listen to the
blood pounding to escape.

Hear the flow of pleasure
no love can purify.

Have you seen a young girl's
blood streaming on her flesh like fire?

Touch my breasts and hips.

My body's a sweet, violent
sea slowly flowing

away and beyond me.

Father, exorcise me!

Leave me, devils.

I'm already sick and old now.

Exorcise me. Rip my dress.

Claw my delicate skin.

Crush my flesh in
your hands and arms.

Leave me.

Leave me in my tomb.

Punish me, if you still are able.

Once you'd have burned me as a witch

after prickling my body with
needles to find the Devil's mark,

hidden in the most secret spot.

You'd have thrilled at
my cries and gasps.

It's too late.

Leave me, demon.

Libertarian!

Li...ber. . .tartan!

Offense!

Structure!

Disorder!

Relapse!

Evidence.

Reenactment.

Pleasure.

Recidivism.

Permutation.

Relapse. Disorder!

Toad.

Rape.

Parricide.

Division.

Inversion.

Bitch.

Games.

Sperm.

Sloth.

Whore.

One pair of shoes...

two pairs...

three pairs...

Theme of broken glass.

Blood.

The sea breaks on the beach.

So, what do we do?

We wait a little.

Wait for what?

Well, for the
prosecutors, the police superintendent,

all the people who have to
be here for the reenactment.

Who will play the murderer?

I don't know, a cop probably.

Maybe that guy who's
on guard at the door.

And to play Nora?

They surely have someone.

When is it supposed to start?

Theoretically, right
now, but they are always late.

We're always waiting for
someone, or something.

What are you doing?

Well, the reenactment!

They aren't going to
arrive right now?

In my opinion, if they are all
here in an hour, we'll be lucky.

I'm thirsty.

Do you want some?

It's amazing how much
you look like her.

You are insane!

Here, put this on!

Shit.

Above all, do not scream.

It's going to stop and
they won't know anything.

I think I'm going to -

You have no more blood.

You're going to die.

You're beautiful.

There. It's over.

The reenactment won't take place.

Your innocence is finally proved.

We found the murderous
voyeur, and he made a full confession.

Are you injured?

Really?

Then we have to
start all over again.