All language subtitles for Les Deux Gouines (1975)

- You probably
don't remember me.

- We met three months ago,
on a flight from Paris to Cairo.

We talked.
I asked for your address.

Now, I think you'd be very interested
to hear what I've since been up to.

It'll stir
your blood,

and maybe even a few laughs,
were the outcome not so cruel.

- A Sadean hero then,
not only in deeds,

but you
also in words.

- My story
goes like this,

I'm a lawyer of the
Paris Bar Association,

but I live in this region of France,
where my wife owns property.

The air is healthy, my kids
are happy and carefree,

yet today, I'm concerned more
than ever about their future,

more than ever,

without me,
of course,

but I'll get
to the point.

Jacques Roy is
my childhood friend.

He runs a notary's
office in the city.

We were together in Algeria,
and in our student years.

Unfortunately, this friendship did
nothing to prevent the horrors.

For more
than two years

his wife, Florence,
has been my lover.

We love each other
passionately and secretly.

No easy ride, especially in a household
with their 16-year-old daughter.

So, I was leading
this double life

until tragedy descended
and shook my destiny.

- At last, measures against the
display of pornographic films!

All those tits,
asses and buttocks!

This morning, a journalist
said “tits” on national radio!

- Did he?
-Indeed!

- That jerk
should be jailed!

- We live in a permissive society,
as our President would say, but still,

such display
is disgusting!

The Champs-Elysées has become
little more than an open-air sexshop!

I must admit,
I'm offended.

I'm getting rather embarrassed
when I stroll down the Champs-Elysées,

or on the Pont
de la République.

It's sickening.

Such degradation
of women!

Degradation!

- What a bunch
of jerks!

For a thousand years, France has lived
in a Gallo-Roman phallocratic civilization.

Remember when we
were in high school?

We'd all share our wanking
stories from the night before.

Remember that?

- When we
were kids,

we'd check which
one of us had the...

- It'll be ready in ten
minutes, my darlings.

- Yes, we... we were
discussing dicks.

When we were kids,
we'd check which one of us

had the prettiest,
the biggest, the largest one.

- All right,
all right.

Look!

Have a taste
of this malt.

You know I've just bought
some land in the Bas-Médoc.

Best possible price, a
real bargain. Amazing!

Of course, I'm in
a position to do so.

- Of course
you are.

Your position as a notary
must open all sorts of doors.

It's the talk of
the town, you know?

- His land,
his estate, his vineyards,

and
my ass.

- You're staying for
dinner, Yves, aren't you?

- Well, actually, I don't
know, I had other plans.

- We're having
chicken with turnips.

- How can
I resist?

- Don't resist.

- Look at
her, Yves!

She never ages!

Who would think
she's thirty-something?

- You old lech!

- Well, here comes that idiot
Johnny, on his motorbike.

- He's not so bad,
a little crazy perhaps.

- He's just
spoiled rotten!

Our mayor's son
owns a Jaguar;

a powerful motorbike and a
worthless bachelor's degree.

- You're so
mean, Jacques.

- Why shouldn't
we be?

Don't we have
everything we want?

Look at Jacques.

He's well-off,

happy, comfortable.

You can smell
his smugness,

loves himself
to bits.

We all love
each other.

Don't we?

We do love each
other, don't we?

We have
beautiful wives,

beautiful kids,

beautiful cars,

even our
horses are beautiful,

we have furniture,

- in the style of Louis XIV,
- XIII!

- XIII, granted.

What more can we
ask of the people?

They work for us and
we benefit from them.

All is well.

All is well.

Ihope
it lasts.

- My meetings with Florence
were becoming difficult.

- I can't stop here
long, you know.

It's my youngest
son's birthday,

I must get to a store
before they close up.

- Well, I'll leave you to it.
My duck is waiting for me.

- His birthday?

My godson?

He's six already?

Here, hold on.

I bought this for
Manon this morning,

some rare stamps,

but Florence reckons a
sixteen-year-old like Manon,

would prefer
clothes or cosmetics.

Give the kid
these, then.

As good a time as any
to start his collection.

Besides, they'll only grow
in value, along with inflation.

- Okay.
- Well, I'm going to have a drink.

- Hell, I'm out
of cigarettes.

- Hold on,
I'll get you some,

besides, I need
some exercise.

- Oh, don't,
we might get caught.

- Come on.
- Please don't.

- No, leave me alone.
- I need you.

- Shhh, go away,
leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

- All was well.

Neither Jacques
nor Frangoise

could have imagined
our nocturnal escapades.

Then one day

in Paris,

- Er, yes,
I'm listening.

Don't you think you're
pushing it, mate?

I'm overworked too.

Frankly, you're
pissing me off, Jacques!

Well, okay, I'll
see what I can do.

All right, I'll go,
bye, then, bye.

- I recognized
her alright.

She was getting
quite pretty.

- Hello.
- You're late, my dear Yves,

or should I
still call you uncle?

Oh, I forgot
my suitcase.

Say,

why are you driving with
only one glove? That's silly.

- Don't remind
me, I'm angry.

I lost the other
in Bordeaux.

- One more!

Catch this one!

- Oh no!
- Didn't expect that, did you?

- Oh, shit,
my zipper!

- Oh, no, you're too fast for me...
- You're too slow!

- And I'm alone
against you two!

- That was
bound to happen!

- Are you coming
or what?

Well, come
on then!

- What was that?

Give it here!

Throw it.

- You wannna play with us?
- No, thanks.

- Oh, no.
- Caught you out that time!

- Phew, I'm spent.

- Naturally, you're old.

- Not that old.

I mean, I'm younger
than your father.

- Yes, but
he's handsome.

- Funny you
should say that.

- What're you waiting
for? Hurry up!

- Oh, shit,
my zipper!

I'm tired of
this stupid game.

I quit.

- Want to
keep playing?

- Exciting read?

- Not really. Eroticism
for lower executives.

- I like
your short hair.

Look at me,

don't avoid me.

I've always
loved your legs.

- Where is it?

- I wonder
where the men went.

Yves must still
be on the road.

Marti ne?

Marti ne?

- I like your short hair.

- Martine!

- Yes, what
is it?

- Would you
get me my stuff?

- Do you really
need it right now?

- Yes, Martine.

- Wait a sec!

- The trip was serene.

We moved slowly and
aimlessly around the ring roads.

It was the
waning hour.

- Oh damn, the
holidays are here already.

- Now, you're even moaning
about being on holiday?

- It's just
so boring.

Mum and Dad
go on living,

as if
I don't exist.

- It's true, you look miserable,
like some little match-seller.

- You got
a fag?

- Huh?
- A cigarette? A smoke?

- Here.

Put on some
music, please.

- Cool! It's...

It's so
hot in here.

- You reckon
I've changed?

I hope I'm
not disturbing you.

The other night in the dorm, we all
compared our breasts and asses.

I think "ass“
is a fantastic word.

- That's quite a turn, coming
from such a young thing.

- Two more years,
then I'm ready.

- Oh right,
I forgot.

- Anyway,

get this, the breast contest
came down to just two of us:

me first, and then
some butcher's daughter,

Annabelle Guy.

No wonder, with all the things
her parents must have fed her.

Oh, these socks.

Don't you like to
see a girl wanking?

- Manon,
cut the crap!

- Don't you
like it?

I bet you've never
seen breasts like mine.

Not like your
wife's, I'm sure.

- She wasn't the only
one in my life, you know.

You might
lose your bet.

Will you
cut the crap?

- Well, look here,
that's quite a hard-on.

You're huge.

Oh, you bastard!

- Cut the crap!

- Don't you like
nature, Uncle?

Come on, let's take
a walk in the woods.

- Listen, Manon, that's
enough, you're out of your mind.

- Oh, come on!
- Get back in the car! Manon!

- Come on!
Have you no sense of fun?

Are you
coming or what?

You freak!
Are you impotent?

You see,
I was a virgin.

You got that,
Mister lawyer?

Abduction of a minor,
rape of a virgin child?

You'll get banged up
for quite some time.

Whatever you do now, you'll
never see my mother again,

and you'll never
hurt my dad again.

- Take a seat.

Mr. Estevan, I find you
guilty of rape, statutory rape,

and breach
of trust.

Your status as a lawyer
will only aggravate the case.

You're a
disgrace to the bar.

I am compelled to
sign your arrest warrant.

- Who would have believed
me, and what could I say?

I had indeed deflowered
the daughter of my friend,

the daughter of
the woman I love.

Jacques is
a nice guy,

in spite of
what I'd done,

he managed to keep my
hearing behind closed doors.

It was
all hushed up.

In the blink of an
eye, I lost everything,

then that damned puppet of a
judge really threw me under the bus.

- The most important thing
is that this case is kept quiet.

You're a man
of some standing,

a political
pillar of this town.

Under your watch,

our factory workers are kept
a safe distance from radicalism.

- Thanks.
- As such, we are the pride of the nation.

Such a dirty affair may tarnish
our image and cause trouble.

It may also
scandalize the party,

therefore, this moment of
madness from our friend Estevan

must be hushed
up, kept quiet,

sflenced.

- How would
you like it?

- I beg your pardon?
- Your tea.

- Strong? - Light.

- Silenced, or...
- And you, darling?

- As usual.

- Silenced or settled
by an arrangement.

- An arrangement?

My daughter was
raped, Your Honor.

- I know, I know.

- I can't believe my
daughter and Yves...

- You know, such things
happen more often than you think.

- Shame.

Shame, Your Honor,
all over town.

- Such fancy measures
for a mere moment's folly.

- May I suggest
something a little more daring,

which would nevertheless
sort things out?

What if Frangoise and Estevan
agreed to divorce after this "accident"?

We could possibly
sort this sordid affair,

by asking your former
friend for compensation.

- What do you
mean, Mr. Foutriquet?

- Estevan divorces, he
marries your daughter,

a glorious marriage,
flashy publicity.

I can guarantee you that Estevan
is perfectly ready to join our ranks,

to lend us
some support.

He's very
popular in Paris.

Is Manon still
locked in her room?

- Of course
she is.

- Let her marry her attacker and
I swear you'll become a deputy.

A beautiful wedding is cheaper
than an election campaign,

and so much more
effective, my dear notary.

- When the judge told me about the
deal, I didn't know what to think.

Prison, dishonor,
a shattered life,

but I was going to see
my children again, my wife,

and especially,

especially Florence.

I even went so
far as to imagine

that this marriage would make
it easier for me to meet my mistress.

I often
thought about her.

I'd see us at our
secret rendezvous.

My wife came
to visit me.

Of course, I dreaded
this encounter.

- No, no, no!

I don't even want to
understand this political mess.

What on earth has
morality got to do with it?

It frightens me.

You lost your mind over this
teenager, that I can understand,

but can you really keep acting
like we're in another century?

It's beyond me.

I'd rather have our
children think you're a satyr

than some
ass-licker.

- If you ever
loved me, Frangoise,

then give
me a divorce.

I don't want my
children visiting me in prison.

If we divorce,

of course
they'll suffer,

but they'll
understand later.

- Believe me, Frangoise.

I don't love Manon.
I only love...

you.

I'm stuck.

You can help by
giving back my freedom.

Grant me
a divorce.

Our friends in the judicial
authority will ensure things move fast.

Accept.

For the love of me, or
for the love of freedom.

- You fool! Forever trapped
between mirrors and words,

but just
you remember,

that I only ever loved you like
a mother, a whore or a child could.

Today,
all is lost,

and the wife I
could have been for you

is now
gone forever.

All is lost.

- During the procedure,
I couldn't see anyone.

Then Florence
managed to meet me.

How she did it,
I still don't know.

Meanwhile, Manon was
granted permission to go out.

She was flirting with
the mayor's son Johnny,

a problem for all those
planning my acquittal.

- Why do you hide
when you pee?

- Because a floppy
cock is not pretty.

- I can
fix that.

- Flo,

this is
a nightmare.

I know you're not
going to believe me,

but
regarding Manon,

it wasn't
my fault,

it was hers!

It was
all her doing.

She's the one who
provoked me, attacked me.

I don't know
what else to tell you,

but you've got to
get me out of here.

You've
got to, Flo.

My wife
has agreed

to the divorce.

It's called
mutual consent.

It's the only way,
believe me, the only way!

Help me, Flo, help me,
I'm begging you.

Get me
out of here

and guess what?

I'm
marrying Manon.

You understand?
You know what this means?

I'm marrying her and
I'm staying with you,

I'm staying
with you.

You've got to help me,
Flo, you've got to help me.

Can you
hear me?

Convince Manon,

and I'll be back
in your arms soon.

- I need you,

your body,
your cock,

come back
to me quickly.

I'll get
you out.

I love you.

- All sins forgiven,

including your
moment of madness.

Florence and I have
come to an agreement,

you'll marry
Manon next week.

It's all arranged.

Her mother assures
me that her honor is safe.

All things considered,
I'm happy too.

We're old
friends, aren't we?

- Quite so. Jacques just came
over, to tell me how things stand.

Anyway, my divorce
was finalized this morning.

What do you
think I should do?

- Fuck the mother,

or the daughter,

or whoever
you want,

but always be honest
about your intentions.

If I understand
your story correctly,

you'll be much more
secure in here, than out there.

That being said, I really
don't care about your story.

Good luck.

- Do you really want
me to marry Yves?

- Can you suggest
a better solution?

- I know
he's your lover.

- Stop it,
you little bitch!

- Yes, I love Yves.
What's it to you?

Yes, we're lovers.
What's the big deal?

Don't you think I'm
as desirable as you?

I've got tits and
an ass, unlike you!

I'm sure Yves has
a better time with me

than he ever
could with you!

All things considered

he fucks
like a god.

You'll get plenty of
time to figure it out.

- Not a chance! I won't
marry your shitty lawyer!

Let him
rot in jail.

That way, you'll
stay with Dad.

- You trying
to blackmail me?

Fine,

then I'll tell
you something.

The other day
in the store,

you nicked some records
with that little jerk Johnny,

and you
got caught.

- Never mind, Johnny's the
mayor's son, we won't get charged.

- That's where
you're wrong,

because your
dear father and I

will send you off to a reform
school until you come of age.

- Oh, not that, Mum,
not the reform school.

- So, just make sure you're here
when he comes to propose... bye!

- Dream on,
it's not happening.

- Come in,
Yves, come in.

- Hello, Flo.

- I'm alone.

Jacques is settling an
inheritance in Sologne.

As for Manon, she's
on the road, as usual.

- Six months, I've been
jerking off, thinking of you!

I don't give a damn
about Manon, got it?

For six months, I wanted you,
for six months, I longed for you,

for six months,
I touched myself in my cell.

I imagined you
naked for six months.

I don't give a damn
about Manon, got it?

I don't give a
damn about Manon!

Come.

We're gonna make
love, like never before.

My love...

- I don't want
to lose you.

You hear me?

I don't want
to lose you.

I love you.

- I love you.

- My love...
I love you.

I love you.

- You hear me?

I love you.

- Bitch!
You bitch!

Bitch!

I hate you.

You are dirty!
- Shut up!

- Dirty!

- Wanna fuck her?

- No, you're
hurting me!

No!

- You asked for
it, you little bitch.

Take her!

Take her!

Little slut!

Take her!

- No!

You asked for
it, you little bitch.

- No!

No!

No.

- Take her!

Take her!

Wanna fuck her?

- Hold her!
- No!

- Bitch!
You bitch!

Bitch!

I hate you.

You're dirty!
- Shut up!

Dirty!

No!
- Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

I said
shut up!

Take this!

Take this!

Little whore!

Take this!

- You're dirty!
- Shut up!

- Dirty!

I hate you.
- Open up, I say.

Open wide!

- Little bitch!
- Hold her legs!

Fuck her!

- No!

- Take her!

You asked
for it!

Little bitch!

You bitch!

Little bitch.

- No!

- Take her!

Take her!

Stop struggling!

- Open them
wide, I said.

- No! No!

- Shut the
fuck up!

Shut up!

I said
shut up.

Take this!

- No...

- Little bitch. Come on,
take that little bitch!

Yes, like that...

- Spread them!
- No!

- Yes, suck my tits!
- No!

- No!
- Spread them, I said!

- Stop struggling!

- No...

- Come on, take
that little bitch!

That's it, yes.

Show her...
- No!

No, no!

- I hate you!
- No!

- Bitch,
bitch, bitch!

I hate you!

- You're dirty!
- Shut up!

- Dirty!

- Here! Here!

Here! Can you
feel my cock?

Here! You like
it, don't you?

See how I
fuck your daughter?

See how I
screw your daughter?

You like it, huh?
You scream but you like it, huh?

- No.
- Here!

Here, here,
can you feel my cock?

Here, here,
you like it, don't you?

See how
I fuck your daughter?

Bitch.

Here, little whore!

Here. Take it.

Feel my cock.

You like that,
don't you?

You're screaming,
but you love it, don't you?

You like it too, Florence,
don't you? It turns you on.

- Leave me alone!

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- So, all sorted?
- No, thanks.

Since there's
no other way.

Will you come
to the wedding?

- No, I have to go to
Tours, for some sex offence,

some case
involving Arabs.

- Really? What have
these people done now?

- Nothing. This time,
they're the victims.

We'll have to
hush it up, and quickly.

- I've got a
million things to do.

- You're a funny
little woman, you know.

In fact, you're exactly the
kind of girl I would have married

if I
were 20.

Why are
you laughing?

You're beautiful,
you know.

In fact, you're exactly the
kind of girl I wish your mother was.

- Daddy, do
you love me?

- You're
pissing me off.

You must think we're a
little odd, your mother and me.

It must have been
horrible with Yves.

- Oh, you know...

- You must
hate us.

Take this.

Well, you know,

things aren't
always that simple.

You'll see.

So

it's nice that it
should end like this.

Well, I've
got to go.

- I've got
an idea.

You're going to
put on Dad's suit.

Johnny?

Come over right away. I'm
at the pavilion and it's deserted.

I need your
help, yes, now!

You love me, Johnny,
don't you? Do you love me?

- Yes.
Why that silly question?

- If you love me,
pick up the gun.

Hold it tight.

Tighter.

Stay there.

Save me.

I'll get
the police.

We'll say
you did it.

Please...

THE TWO DYKES

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