All language subtitles for H2S

An experiment, conducted by
some scientists on laboratory rats

has shown that,
in an overcrowded population

repression and dominance
bring about a ruthless struggle

for survival.

A struggle that leads to social aberrations
of a pathologic and monstrous nature.

Sexuality becomes madness, cannibalism.

After a few months of observation,
it was determined, first of all,

that this disintegration of social structure
was besetting both males and females.

A vicious war for supremacy
began between the males

which lasted uninterruptedly
and with a remarkable fierceness

until the strongest prevailed.

Having become Chief, the strongest
would then isolate himself with females

and would force them to wait
for him in a sort of harem

while his vigilance dominated
from above the lives of his subjects.

Deprived of females, the males mated with
each other, lacking any alternative.

They would go out just to eat

and as soon as they met the Chief,
they would try to mount him unconsciously

according to that process called
homosexuality of identification.

More serious was the alteration
of maternal behaviour.

The females, having become pregnant and
perhaps sensing the tense atmosphere,

refused to bear and preferred
pain to motherhood

until bursting into a slow
and exasperated agony.

A few agreed to deliver, but right after
they lost interest in the offspring.

Thus, unable to raise their babies

they were forced to abandon them

watching their cries for help
impotently.

Where they managed to avoid being
devoured by the adults

the survivors, isolated and
deprived of motherly care,

could not follow a regular
pattern of development

and grew up abnormal and deformed.

After a while

the general neurosis and
the succession of such phenomena

increased the social pathology rate
with sudden violence

leading to a single result...

the extinction of the population.
Thank you.

No, thanks!
My name's Tommaso.

We're going to see the boss, right?

You don't say 'boss'. Chief!

What's that?

Come here.

Hey, but... But you've got
amazing machines here.

Of course we've got
amazing machines here!

Want to see how it works?
Tell him 'mao'.

Miaow.
- Mao!

Say it louder.

There you are!
And now eat. Come.

How wonderful! Whose is this?
- What do you mean? The Chief's, no?

Go down, knock, go in.

How did you stumble...
I really don't know how it happened.

Please, forgive us.

How are you?

Please, please.

Sit down, don't be afraid.

The Professor told me that
you'd asked to speak to me.

Something's wrong?

Yes. I mean, no.

I just wanted to know...

My job!
What exactly does my job entail?

Don't worry.
The work isn't the main thing.

It's the training that counts.

And before the training...
The ob...

The ob...?

Didn't the Professor tell you?
- What?

The obedience!
In freedom, of course. - Yes.

Maybe you don't agree? - No.
I mean, yes. Of course I agree.

Good. A little formality,
then you're free.

Relax, please. Tell me,
did you have an enjoyable trip?

Yes, rather enjoyable. Thanks.

But... But what are you...?
Excuse me, my hair!

This will be your new face.
Do you like it?

It's nice. Very nice. But...

I beg your pardon.
- Well?

But, sorry, it's not me!
- See that we agree? Now, you can go.

Come on, son, down there.

Where are we going?

You heard the Chief's speech
on obedience, right?

So what?
- So, don't ask questions.

Watch and learn! Down.

Come on, don't stand there
like a doll.

Tell her something.

Hi! I'm Tommaso.

Amazing, isn't it?

I might be wrong, but...

But I'm under the impression that
you're all mad in here.

Who is that?

The founder. Today's her birthday.
She's turning 100.

Why's she dressed that way?
- For the sake of continuity. Today...

It's called 'computer', a docile and friendly
machine, capable of planning our future.

Repeat.

It's called 'computer',
a docile and friendly machine

capable of planning our future.

Using massive computer power,
we've arrived at the following corollary:

We live in a scientific society
where we must all strive to be equal

because our needs must be equal.

The only tolerable differences
between individuals

should be channelled by us into
harmless areas for the social order's benefit.

One such area might be, for example...

the sphere of eroticism and intercourse.

Within this eroticism,
individual discrepancy is tolerated

because sexuality means, indeed

the ejaculation of instincts
that go against order.

This concept of collective freedom

replaces the false and harmful
concept of individual freedom.

To the individual freedom
you have to say 'no!'.

Because...?

Because...?

Because it's evil.
- Because...?

Because... I don't know.

Because...?!

Because the individual freedom
is not freedooooooom!

It's called 'technocracy',
the science of power over freedom...

Who was that?

If within 80 seconds...

none of those who heckled
come forward...

we'll be forced,
in spite of ourselves, to take...

collective measures!

Premise. The infamous episode
of the previous lesson

must not occur again.

Man is only a molecular aggregate.
What matters is the technique.

It's not for nothing that
"tekne" in Greek means "art" .

The civilization of today...
can be none but a mass civilization.

Our slogan should be just this:
"Thumbs down, towards the individual."

Let's recall, please, the "Three R's",
consequences of individuality.

Repression.

Revolution.

Ruin.

There's no progress without order.
There's no order without community.

There's no community without a leader.
End of the premise.

Forgetfulness...

Aristotle said it too.

Some are born to rule,
others to obey.

It's called 'programmed subordination',
the state of calm required

so that a society can grow
in opulent development. Repeat.

No, no. Let her speak.

What is it? Are you feeling bad?
Something's wrong? - Yes.

The things you've said.
It's nothing but a load of crap.

She's crazy!
Hush her up! Enough!

Sure! Enough of this story about
scientific power! We want to be independent!

In-de-pen-dent!

Freedom for what?
To masturbate?

Here!

This was my baby.
He's 2.5 centimetres long.

He died because I preferred him in here,
rather than among people like you!

Free-free-freedom!
Free-free-freedom!

Enough!

Enough! Enough!

Stop it!

Pacification. Pacification.

The computer, no!

Stop him!

Ejaculation.

Repression.

We must, we must, we must...

We must find a way...

to have a meeting here...

at the castle, with that girl...

As soon as possible.
- I'm afraid it'll be difficult.

She won't accept.

They don't want to negotiate.

Tell them that they'll solve nothing
by continuing to protest in here.

That I'm willing to give in.

In short, invent whatever you like.

They won't be persuaded.

Well, don't you worry.
You can go now.

You too!

Go away! I'm fine!
I'm feeling all right!

Actually, you're dismissed.
Get lost!

Please. I'll precede you.

Thanks for having agreed
to come. Please, come in.

You can go.

If you wish to read them,
here are our demands.

How are you? You two will agree,
you'll see. You'll seeeeeee.

Yes. I acknowledge these
things are all correct and...

But you aren't going to stand,
are you?

Take a seat.

Take a seat.

Let's see now...

We've noticed some mistakes.
Big mistakes. - Well, mistakes...

Believe me, what we did...

We did...

only in the belief that
it was for your own good.

For the good of everyone,
exclusively. - Everyone...

What you ask for,
it will be given...

Not given. Fulfilled.
If you want to be free at once...

All together. Free. Fighting...
For reform... - For me?

...democratic. All united
in a spirit of fraternity...

All together...
- Everyone...

Mutually.

Actually, I'm...
I'm speaking on behalf of others.

But, honestly, I must say that...

that I would never have thought
you capable of self-criticism.

Thank you.

There, there!

So, peace is sealed.

See? I was right.

I-de-a: why don't you have
a reconciliation dance, eh?

Actually... I'd like to go back.

Then...

A toast?

Absolutely, yes.

Gloves, please.

Thank you.

Pull harder, please.

Little, silly and subversive!

Are you sure...
order will be restored this way?

Of course. Of course I am.

And the others? What will they say?
- Who cares what they'll say?

After all,
we're paying them, right?

So, it's clear that
they become our property.

It's atrocious. They ate Bea.
- What?

Yes. Choked then boiled.

I'm shaken. Please...

Please, I'd like to ask you
to accept me among yourselves.

Eaten? How could it happen?
- Of course it could.

The only way to hide a body is to swallow it.
- Well said. Down with the Chief!

I propose an assassination attempt.

I say: Enough! Enough violence!
Let's go away.

Don't talk bullshit. Perhaps you'd rather
end up between his teeth?

My plan is very simple.

May I?

We'll pretend
everything's like before.

We'll wait along the route the Chief
takes with his motorbike and then, BANG!

The end of the dictatorship.

What about the centenarian?
- Oh, we'll take care of her later.

Besides, she may be of use to us.

Now, for a trial run,
we need two things.

One: a stand-in for the Chief.
Two: someone to do the deed.

With regard to the stand-in...
Providing you agree...

How about a handsome Negro?

Voil�! This is Samantha.
He looks likeable, doesn't he? - Yes!

And this... This is the deputy.
He'll be our consulting engineer.

What about Tommaso?
Where's Tommaso?

Here comes Tommaso!

An assassination attempt. It'll come off well.
- Why do I have to be the perpetrator?

Well, it's easy to stand apart
and be an onlooker.

It's time to enter the fray.
To become a protagonist!

Load it!
- What do you mean?

Blanks, of course.
- Blanks? No way! This is real!

Tommaso, Tommaso...
The bike!

Come on, shoot!

Pretend it's a game. Haven't you ever played
Cowboys & Indians? Come on, bang-bang!

Let's go!

Come on, come on!
The motorbike's ready?

All right, guys. Is everyone ready?
Tommaso, to your position.

Can I go too?

Seven... Six...
- Stop! - Five...

The cigarette. - The cigarette?
- Don't ask questions, negro. Inhale.

OK, spread out.
- Goooood.

Remember, negro, that you have the honour
of wearing the helmet of a marine.

Bang! Bang!

Why? Why?

Why? Why? Why?

You thought the trial run was a game?

Maybe you think the Chief is
a puppet to be trifled with?

Come on, guys. Clear up.

Clear up, boys. The trial run
came off well. Actually, very well.

Take it, boy. Chew.

Do you want to leave?

Run away?

You and me.

Far away.

An elopement.

An elopement.

Don't cry.

Don't do that.

Come on! One...

Two... And threeeee!

Did I hurt you?
- A little.

But I'm content.
It could've been more painful.

Tommy? - What?
- It was great, you know? - Really?

Come on!
- Again?

But, maybe... We'd better stop.

Once there were two people who
got stuck and never got untangled.

It must be awful.

Alice, this morning I was thinking...
Why don't we stop talking?

Anyway, it doesn't do any good.

Tommaso, I've got to talk to you.

No, enough!
I feel like talking now.

I've had it. There's nothing here.
It's all too primordial.

We should, at least,
do some repairs.

Yes. I want to furnish the house.

Hey! Hey!

That's it! Now, the only thing
missing is electricity.

So... Well?

Do you like it or not?

I do.

It's wonderful. So...

What have we come up here to do?

I'm bored.

Would you like to be seduced
by a spirit?

Alice, where are you?

Alice... Alice, stop it!

Where are you?

Stop it!

Please!

What the hell have you...?

What's wrong?
Why are you so sad?

Nothing ever happens here.

I'd like you to entertain me.

Would you like to be frozen?

And be awoken by the kiss
of a beautiful princess.

Keep quiet!
Don't break the spell!

Don't cry,
or you'll ruin everything.

Alice, let's drop it.

Listen, Alice...

I'm begging you, hurry up.
Hurry up...

There!

There...

Listen, Alice. I...

I would like to see you
being deep-frozen!

Now, enjoy yourself.

Tommy, don't stand like that.
Become something.

What exactly?

Well, I don't know...

The mantis!

How about pretending to be
a mantis giving birth?

No, thanks.
I well know how that'll end up!

OK then. Don't talk to me anymore!
You always say you love me

but, when I ask you something,
you always find an excuse.

You don't love me anymore,
that's the truth!

Alice, you know I love you.

All right...
What do I have to do?

Good.

You'll go out now.

These things aren't for you. Go.

Sorry, Alice, but,
don't mantises lay eggs?

Yes. You mustn't move,
do you understand?

And don't speak!

Now, come inside me.

Easy!

So, it's over, at last?

So, it's over, yes or no?

Please, what am I to do?

Once his function is performed,
the male is no longer needed!

Come in.

Oh, you stumbled.
I'm very sorry.

Well, what can you do?

You always end up
by getting recaptured.

What has become of the Chief?

Well, there was
an assassination attempt, right?

Poor thing.
He was talking too much.

About technique, machines...

He didn't understand that
the machines... depend on...

those who use them and that...
Excuse me.

Do you mind waiting a moment?

Thanks.

Where were we?
Oh, yes. You want to know,

dear Tommaso,

why, when someone rebels,
we no longer talk about machines?

Simple...

We use them.

Do you know...

Dear Tommaso, what happens
to those who try to escape?

...ness, order, legality....

well-being, happiness.

Order, legality...

well-being, happiness.

Order, legality...

well-being, happiness...

One thing is certain.

There's nothing wrong with the machines.
It's Tommaso who doesn't work.

So, there's only one solution:
start all over again.

The suicide attempt proves that
the boy needs a partner.

Let him couple and copulate.

Re-pre-ss-ion.

It is necessary to insist on
the path of repression.

The boy's behaviour is a threat
to the collective order.

He suffers from an individualism? Then,
the solution can only be of a scientific kind.

Take the brain of a submissive...

Transplant it into a boy's head.

See him, from now onwards,
grateful, smiling, obedient.

What about the others?

They have to see Tommaso obedient,
of course, but also aware...

Aware that he has been subdued.

Otherwise, the warning
would be of no value.

The boy's up to something. We can't be
certain of winning by letting him copulate.

Dear Tommaso, great news...

We've decided to
let you copulate. Happy?

Really? How nice!
- What?

You don't even ask with whom.
- With whom? With whom?

You want to know too much.
It's doesn't matter with whom.

What matters is forming
a family unit.

To have many, many children...

Healthy and submissive.
But, come now...

Here we go. Moustache.
Let's see.

Very nice. The little bow.

The little bow. That's done.

Small cough. Well done.

That's it.

Let's see. Let's see...

No! Moustache no good for you.

A sweet, submissive smile.

Well done.

That's it. About face!

English subtitles:
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