Original subtitles

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 and timing: Aquasantajoe

Proofreading: Cosnculp

For Cinemageddon, July 2011