All language subtitles for My Twentieth Century (19289)

MY 20th CENTURY.

Starring.

Producer.

Production Manager.

Sound.

Music.

Editor.

Director of Photography.

Director.

It's just like a fairytale.

Be careful. Don't
get too close.

The magnets will pull
out your hairpins!

- Won't they break?
- It gives warmth as well as light!

- Be careful. Don't touch it!
- Marvellous! I can feel it...

I've never seen anything
so beautiful in all my life.

- Yay!
- Hurray!

Out of the way, please.

- Long live Edison!
- Edison!

- Let's hear Edison!
- Wonderful times are ahead...

Hey, you...

Hey, you...

Hey, you...

Over here.
This way.

Can you see us?
Here. Up here.

- Look.
- Hey!

Look, how sad he is.

He's not sad.

- He hasn't noticed us yet.
- Jump up and down then.

Why? I'm the smallest...

You! Look!

Quickly, quickly, look
over there... Europe.

- Which way?
- Which way?

- Budapest.
- What?

Budapest, Budapest.

CHRISTMAS EVE

Matches.
Matches for sale.

Buy our matches.

Help two orphans.

Matches.

Buy our matches.

Matches.

Help two orphans.

I need a volunteer for
the next experiment.

The essence of it is that
several million volts

were conducted earlier
through Mr. Tesla's body

will now be conducted
through the soles

of a brave volunteer
and into the ground.

Well?

Are you willing, young man?

Stay where you are.

We can begin.

The door, please.

Can you imagine what it's like?

Wait a minute.

What shall I compare it to?

Imagine a long lasting thunderbolt

which is soft and silky.

Or a campfire

which doesn't burn you,
nor smokes,

or causes you to choke, doesn't
produce soot, or explode.

It can be held
in the palm of your hand,

and yet can accommodate
the whole world's needs.

It's like the sun, but it also
illuminates the night, understand?

- Yes, sir.
- It's gentle and tame.

Yet strong.

Infinitely strong.

If you want to see electric light,
come with me to America.

Yes, sir.

But we can only go if you
show me where that bamboo grows.

We must take the bamboo to Mr. Edison.

Do you hear?

Traveling by sea is
the most pleasant way to travel.

Tell me something about Edison.
Have you met him personally?

Of course I did.
But only a couple of times.

Be careful.
Your coat will get wet.

We'll have plenty of time

to talk about it
before we get to New York.

In London, they say
invention is fake.

That he uses mass hypnosis.

In New York you can
decide for yourself.

Sir, you're German, aren't you?

No. I'm Hungarian.

- Hungarian?
- Yes.

What are the Hungarians?
A nation?

Are you making fun of me?

Oh, no. Upon my word,
they're a nation.

- And where do they live?
- In Hungary.

Where's that?

It's bordered by Austria,
Bohemia, Romania and Serbia.

You're joking. Those lands
were invented by Shakespeare.

It's New Year's Eve.

I should get drunk at least.

I came to the dining car
too early.

Now it'll be difficult to make friends.

Never mind.

Lady Fortune always smiles on me.

Ha! Here's her gift now.

You know, it's also my first trip
to the Orient.

I'm incredibly lucky that you're
also going to Constantinople.

I was recommended
an excellent hotel there.

All Europeans stay there.

It's quite a dangerous place
for an European lady.

They say the men go completely wild
if they see a woman without a veil.

How enthusiastic you are.

- And how boring.
- But don't worry.

I'm an experienced traveler.

His face is almost handsome.

Though it's a little soft.

Do you know that the moon sits
in the sky quite differently there?

Handsome uniform...

As is his moustache...

Perhaps I could
have a better time with him?

Perhaps.

It's horrible when these honest,
bourgeois persons

get into a romantic mood.

Well?

Oh.

He seems to be
finding courage at last.

AUSTRIA

Hello, there.

- Hello!
- Hello!

Hello!

- Do you smoke cigars, Miss?
- No I only smoke a pipe.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Feed them twice a day.

Send one back as soon
as the mission is over.

Here you are.

Here are the documents
and the train ticket.

Memorise the information.

Let me see...

The Orient Express will arrive here
in ten minutes.

And...

I was instructed to tell you
there's no need to play the hero.

The password is still “rose-water...

What, don't you believe me?

Do you think I'm lying?

The two of them get
along rather well.

I'm sceptical, to put it mildly.

I'll get off at the next big city.

I rode on its back up the steps to the
second floor. It was quite a horse.

Or shall I try to squeeze something
more out of them?

Could I do it?
I've got plenty of money already.

I told you earlier.
We have an elevator in our house.

This is Austria.

But I know Vienna far too well.

Oh, you frightened me.

Can I fill your glass?

Thanks, that's enough.

No, I'll stick to wine.

Excuse me.

Here's to you, Miss.

Be careful, you're spilling it.

Good evening.
Where did you come from?

Good evening.

Quiet! It'll soon be midnight.

Cheers!

Get some champagne.

Take your violin.

Happy New Year to you all!

No, please!

See you!

Would you like some company?

Hmm, a fine dish.

This way, please.

Where's my candy?

Here, in my muff.

A brave child.

Now, can you still blush?

That's it.

Peek-a-boo... peek-a boo...

Well, still innocent.

1 part sulphur,
6 parts potassium nitrate,

1 part charcoal, mix them in a lead pot.

A silk scarf to tamp it down.

If only I could see the
place beforehand...

I've got to survive
till tomorrow night somehow.

I can only contact them
right before the operation.

Who knows how experienced
they are here?

Perhaps they're working
with dynamite?

No.

If the clockwork timer is too loud,
it will give me away...

'Tho it's easier
to make my escape without it.

Mutual Aid: A Factor of Evolution.

Captain Stansbury observed a blind
pelican which was fed by others.

And how well they were feeding it.

With fish they brought
from at least 30 miles away.

A person who knows
the habits of rabbits

described them as
'passionate players'.

Playing makes them so intoxicated that
they think the fox is a playmate.

The whole nature of the animal
is filled with the need

to communicate their emotions
with others.

They play, bark or meow
to make the impression

that friendly beings are around.

And all this is as necessary a component
of life and awareness

as any other vital function.

Hey you!

Doggy.

Good evening.

- Look! It hears us!
- Let's screen something for it.

Perhaps it likes
the cinema. Right?

It hasn't seen anything of the world.

Except the laboratory.

Now, pay attention.

Come this way.

Come here, doggy, come here!

What on earth are you doing?

Not that way.

Come here, doggy, come here.

Start.

Come, come, come...

I'm hungry.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

I'm greatly honoured madam...
Thank you for coming.

Good morning.

I'd like a nice necklace,
something special, you know.

Of course, madam. There are some
exceptional pieces in the safe.

How very kind of you...

Is there a problem, madam?

All of them are so wonderful.
I find it impossible to choose.

Just a moment.

Yes, madam.

Would you send it to my home
this afternoon?

Of course.

Most recently he's been demanding
a necklace from everyone.

Worse than that, he imagines
that he's a necklace himself.

Otherwise my younger brother
is a shy boy, poor thing, but...

I see.

I've found myself in several
uneasy situations in his company.

- Well then, until this afternoon...
- Very well.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Madam, I've brought the...
- How very nice of you. Just in time.

Oh yes.

They are the ones.

Wait a moment. I'll
show them to my husband.

Very well, madam.

- Wait here.
- Yes, of course.

Excuse me, Professor, I just want
to know which necklace you chose.

Come here, my boy.

Oh, he's staring at me.

What shall I do now?

I won't look at him.

I won't look at him.
I won't look at him.

He's coming down.

Is he coming here?

Well, then, I'll pull myself together.

If he comes over here,
I'll give him an icy look.

He's going away.
Where's he going?!

He sat down.

What's he doing now?

He's grinning.

I've been to many parts of the world.
I never stay long anywhere.

I heard that in China...

Unfortunately, I've
never been to China.

I've been to India,

but I'm going to a very
interesting place tonight.

- Are you in the mood to come with me?
- Well, no. I'm afraid, not.

Don't be afraid, there will be
other ladies and children there.

And you'll see wonderful things
you can't even imagine.

- Like what?
- That's a surprise.

I can't go. But what are they?
Tell me.

I can't.

Go on, I implore you.

Where is it you've invited me to?

I'll tell you.

But I can't describe
why it is so beautiful.

Why?
Is it impossible to describe?

I'm sorry, I've got no time tonight.

Shall we walk for a while?

I see.

You like to appear mysterious.

Oh, no. You misunderstand me.

I didn't even ask
why you can't come.

- Have you got time tomorrow?
- I have. I mean...

Well, I can find time.

- Can we meet?
- Well... yes.

- At the zoo?
- At the zoo. A brilliant idea.

- But why not come now?
- I can't tell you the reason.

- That's as far as you can come.
- I'll walk with you to the next block.

- “Rose water”.
- “Lily”.

Do you know how to
render it operational?

Yes.

- If it works with dynamite...
- You can get it over there.

No, I'd rather wait here for you
to come back. I'm in a hurry.

Thanks.

If only it were over.

Well, are you bringing it?

What if the Minister doesn't show up?

A bomb was thrown at the Minister!

I almost failed to
show up to meet you.

What do you mean?

Imagine, a bomb blasted in the room.

And you? Are you okay?

- What happened to you?
- Nothing at all, as you can see.

Oh, good.

They wanted to kill the Minister of the
Interior, but he also escaped unhurt.

The villain.

He also escaped, if you have
the assailant in mind.

- The Minister was not even injured?
- He's alive and kicking.

Why didn't you tell me
you were going there?

You speak as though
you'd known what would happen.

Nonsense.

But what's the good of going
to such silly places?

To the cinematograph?

- No use going there, no use...
- Curiosity is difficult to suppress.

- Nonsense.
- Excuse me,

may I interrupt your conversation?

Good morning.

The ladies words are most noteworthy.

I'd be only too pleased to tell you a
story which can be instructive. May I?

You'll see how silly I was.

What a stupid fool I was.

Indeed.

It happened in Africa

when I was a youngster.

I lived in the middle
of a beautiful forest.

One day I noticed a funny,
hairless animal in the foliage.

It looked straight into my eyes
and was pulling terrible faces.

The three of us, my younger sister
and elder brother and myself

enjoyed his performance.

Even our grandmother was
unable to match his art.

We couldn't stand it for long
and although we were afraid,

we moved closer to the white hunter.

After all, we were three against one.

First, we pretended to ignore him,
so as not to scare him.

He didn't run away.

Instead, he began to make
even more terrible faces.

I tried to communicate with him.

My sister gave him an inviting look.

I'm not biased, believe me,
but my sister was very pretty...

Then I caught sight of a rope
in his hand.

I realized immediately
that this was a bad sign.

I followed the line of rope
through the foliage...

And up there, high overhead,

I saw a net.

It was a trap after all.

We had been shown such things
by father.

And then, rather unfortunately,
I made a big mistake...

I sent my sister and brother
back into the bush behind us

but I went up to the
strange white hunter.

I thought if I were friendly toward him,
he wouldn't hurt us.

Perhaps he would even play
with us?

But most of all
I cherished the hope

that I'd be able to learn his trick
of how to make such grotesque faces.

I was more interested in that
than in anything else.

And since then, I've been living here...

Not such a cheerful story, is it?

So much for curiosity.

Bye.

Its only a simple sapphire,

worth nothing.

This place is
not particularly convenient.

Now let me see that man.

Got him.

Quite handsome.

Perhaps I could try...

How serious you are...

Very often you can get along
with this type better.

His suit looks fine but he doesn't
really seem to be a man with money...

SEX AND CHARACTER

A lecture by Otto Weininger

Hungarian Feminist Association.

As you probably know,

the topic I'm going to discuss today
is women's right to vote.

Besides, I'd like to make
my distinguished audience

acquainted with my research results.

I had the opportunity
of subjecting them to tests

using the strictest and
most thorough scientific methods.

And from them I could draw
some general conclusions

concerning the fair sex
and the character of women.

First of all I'd like to assure you
that I deem it necessary,

moreover indispensable,

that women be given
the right to vote.

Hear, hear! Bravo!

Over and above the right to vote
they must be given equal rights

in all areas of everyday life.

Hear, hear!

Please, stop it, ladies. After all,
this is a scientific lecture.

A scientific lecture.

We want voting rights!

We want voting rights!

Thank you.

I think the right to vote is
by all means essential.

But the emancipation of
women can be demanded even

without believing that men
and women are on equal footing

in moral and intellectual terms.

What do you mean?

Impossible!

Right.

You should be ashamed!
Ladies! Listen to him!

Silence, please.
Ladies!

Aren't you interested to hear
what he has to say? Let's listen.

Let's lend him our ears.

Get out!

Silence. Silence, please.

Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed, ladies.

Although I doubt my words
will be very effective.

I'll tell you why immediately.

Women should be capable
of thinking in a logical fashion,

to be able to follow
my train of thought, for example.

This is one requirement.

The other is that they must have
a moral acumen.

It's quite obvious, however,
that it would be wrong to assert

that they possess either of the two.

Throw him out!

It's easy to see that women's nature
is entirely sexual.

In the sphere of procreation
and coupling,

no doubt, man is also a sexual being.

But he is more than that.

A woman is rendered
very much more uncertain

if her thinking must be subjected
strictly and exclusively to logic.

Man is committed to logic
but a woman is not,

because she doesn't have
an intellectual conscience.

A woman is characterized directly by
'logical insanity' of her sexuality.

A woman has no logic.

Distinguished participants,

the being that cannot recognize or,
presumably, even understand...

'A'.

'A' and 'non-A'
mutually exclude each other.

Therefore, one cannot assume
to know when the other is lying.

Consequently, an independent ego
cannot be assumed,

meaning neither more nor less,
that woman has no ego.

None at all.

Ladies.

Women can be divided
into two basic types:

The mother and the whore.

A woman possesses the inclination

and capability of being
a whore from birth.

The same is true of the
predisposition towards motherhood.

The fundamental affinity
between the two lies in sexuality.

I can already hear your protests,

but this is true.

Proof of it is in the pleasure a mother
feels when breast-feeding her baby.

The anatomical fact that
a woman's nipple

is made of erogenous tissue

is additional evidence.

Physiologists have discovered

that stimulation of those areas

can bring about the contraction
of the womb muscles.

Clear?

Have you ever had the courage
to confess to yourselves

what the man's sexual organ can
mean to a woman, virgin or not,

from a psychological viewpoint?

I mean the predominant role it plays
in women's life

from the first moment to the very last?

Even subconsciously.

Look here, ladies.

What's he drawing?

I cannot imagine...

Oh, shame!

That a woman can find the man's
sexual organ beautiful or even handsome.

She feels about it the same way
as a bird about a snake.

Or as a man feels about a jellyfish.

She is enchanted by it.

She is brought under the hypnosis
of its hideousness.

Because a woman feels
that the phallus is her lot.

Even if she fails to name it.

The male appendage arouses
her most deeply the moment

it offers the most unpleasant
and disgusting sight: The erection.

This is the final proof of the fact

that instead of seeking beauty, a woman
seeks something else in love.

A woman is not a being of deep
or lofty reason,

but she is altogether unreasonable.

She is simply inexplicable.
A nothing.

She has no contacts with ideas.

She doesn't deny them,
nor does she need them.

Because a woman is
neither illogical nor logical.

She is a-logical.

A-logical!

And consistently amoral.

That is why

she has no sign -
to speak in mathematical terms.

A woman is directionless.

She's neither good nor bad.

She's simply non-existent.

There's no such thing as a woman.

She doesn't exist.
She's simply non-existent.

Non-existent.

Non-existent!

This is the back gate.

- No guard dog?
- This place will do.

No one in sight.
Give it to me.

In exchange for a kiss.

Give it to me.

For two kisses now.

Give it to me.

Let me go!

Bastard.

Miss...

Are you leaving?

Good guess.

But I can't climb over the wall alone.

Well?

Will you help me?

It's most kind of you.

What if I drop you?

You'd better look around to see
if there's anyone about.

What about the package?

Guard it.

You left it behind?
Won't you need it?

I'm not going to climb after you.

Don't you need the package?

Don't hang about.
Throw it over.

If I only knew why they're
so self-assured.

What?

You think a woman is defined
only in the spheres

of reproduction or screwing...

I mean...

- You must realize...
- Just...

women's emancipation will go beyond
the acquisition of the right to vote.

I can assure you, a woman
is more than an object.

You mean you didn't enjoy it?

I didn't think you were that much
of a hypocrite.

A woman is...

- What?
- She has a life of her own.

Chauvinist tyrants like you
will soon be swept away.

- Are you still there?
- Yes.

The time is coming when mothers
will make dynamite

instead of making coffee.
For sure.

Right.

Don't talk.
Someone's coming.

Keep quiet.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Got a light, please?
- I don't smoke.

I'm back. He's gone.

You can speak now.

Look here.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Understand?

I think you're too young.

Am I right?

Why the silence?

At your age one tends to take
principles too seriously.

Am I right?

You're such a nice girl.

This doesn't suit you.

What are you doing?

Are you crying?

Why don't you answer?

I'll tell you something.

I love you.

Hey, you, up there! Stop!
Come down at once.

Call the police.

He's up there at the top.

Come down immediately.

Surrender.

Don't touch them.

Leave them on the ground.

(The Free State of Fiume)

Do you remember the way I separated
the plate, knives and forks?

It was still impossible then.
He was active in Piraeus.

But he never calmed down.

- My boy!
- Yes, captain.

Look! A real Havana.

I still have dozens of them.

I was sitting on a knotted rope.
That brought a smile to my face!

Thank you.
Excuse me, please...

Go ahead.

- Will you have some, sir?
- No, thank you.

Do you want to have a go?

- Your cabin number?
- 22.

Is it you?

- It's rather late, don't you think?
- Keep quiet.

What a face you are making!

What did you say?

- Unbutton it on the back.
- Excuse me.

That's it.

- Oh!
- That's the way.

How complicated.

At last.

Where were you?

You're ridiculous.

I'll make you tell
me where you were.

Leave me alone.

- Tell me where you were.
- Nowhere. Don't be cruel.

- Leave me alone.
- Let me go.

Oh, my darling.

Please, release me.

That's it.

SIBERIA

- Hey, Lily!
- Lily.

Lost your way?

Where are you running from?

- Lily, can you hear us?
- Lily!

We're here, behind you.

- What happened to you?
- Your dogs ran away from you?

You're going in the wrong
direction, towards China.

Europe's the other way.
Do you hear?

- Can you see us?
- She doesn't understand.

She's too tired and cold.

Higher!
Here we are. Lily!

What would you like us to do?

Shall we sing for you?

Are you listening, Lily?

This way. Come over here.

How much is it? Tell me.

Only five pence.

Thanks, Miss.

What a fortunate encounter.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

Shall we go to my place?

Well?

Well?

Does it meet your expectations?

How do you like it?

Very pleasant.

Not very luxurious, as you can see.

You'll find the washbasin there.

You can find towels, too,
over there.

This is where I cook.

The bedroom is to the left,
take a look.

A very comfortable bed. As you'll see...

Go and feel.

Go.

The window looks out
onto a small garden.

Birds wake you in the morning.

And cats keep you
awake at night.

Go ahead.
Take a good look around.

By the way, I keep my money over there,
in a box on the dressing table.

What?

"Mutual Aid: A Factor in Evolution"?

“Birds instinctively flock
together and dance.

Rabbits get so
intoxicated by playing

that they tend to regard foxes
as their playmates.”

"Now, my obligation relates to factors
in this present environment,

and then..."

Are you bored?

I can see you don't feel
uneasy at all.

Or do you treat everyone in the
same way as you treat me?

I came to regret it.

Believe me,
I paid a heavy penalty for it.

But I've changed since then.

I'm not so self-centred any more.

Believe me, I've often
thought of you and...

I'd like to compensate you.

I mean it.

It will be difficult, you know.

Too late for a cigarette?

Go ahead. We've got time.

- You've lost some weight, right?
- I don't know.

You seem short of something to say?

Me? Well, I...

Never mind.

You can start undressing.

Yes, that's it. Good.

You're doing it quite naturally.

Almost like a real innocent girl.

Although you overact a little,
don't you think?

All right.

You can pick up the pace a bit.

See, I'll help you.

But no need to hurry.

Excuse me,
but I'm extremely embarrassed.

Well...

It seems you didn't lose weight
after all.

Well, let's get down to work.

That's it.
Where are we going to do it?

- Over there in the kitchen?
- Oh, no.

Or here on the floor?

It's dirty, very different
from a luxury cabin on a liner.

I found a better place.
In the armchair. That'll do.

Try to lift your backside.

That's all right.

That's it.

Damn.

Evening Herald!

Evening Herald!
Late edition!

The hottest news!

Evening Herald! Late edition!
Sensational stories!

No. Please don't. Help!

What is it?

Give it to me, please.

She ran that way, get her!

Is that you?

Yes, of course.

Hey, you!

Hide yourself.

Here he is, he came in.

I saw. Speak to him.

I've got no courage.

Nor have I.

Then wait a minute.
I'll pull myself together.

Hey, you.

What? Your wish?

He can't answer your question.

He's frightened.
Word it differently!

Wait, I'll listen to his heart.
Silence!

Hide yourself.

Thumping?

Yes. Can you hear?

Even faster.

How fast?

- How fast?
- Faster and faster.

Hey!

Tell me,

which woman do you think
you'd be happier with?

Tell me. We'll help you.

- What did he say?
- I didn't understand what he said.

Be quiet!
I can't hear in all this confusion.

Silence!

I think he prefers Dóra.

I think he wants Lily.

- He wants Dóra.
- Lily!

- Dóra!
- Lily!

I'll hit you. I'll hit you.

Silence!

If he's at all sensible,
he'll take Dóra.

- Lily.
- Dóra.

- Lily.
- Dóra.

Silence!

- Right! Ask him about it.
- Fine.

Tell me, do you want both?

What?
He wants two women?

He wants two!

Why not three?
That's more interesting!

But now...

Now I understand.

He wants one.

- Only one?
- Only one.

Mr. Edison. Just one word
about your invention.

Gentlemen, calm down.

Gentlemen.

As you know, following the establishment
of our Tokyo office,

it is now possible for words
to race round the world.

Our employees are sitting
at the wireless telegraph stations,

waiting for messages which are
forwarded at the fastest possible speed.

A telegram sent from anywhere
can reach us here in New York

in exactly five minutes,

spanning oceans and continents.

The text of the telegram is this:

“This is a wonderful
world created by God.

And so is man,

who is learning to mould
this wonderful world.”

And now let's set our watches.

At eight o'clock sharp, in 14 seconds...

the experiment will begin.