All language subtitles for -HouseOfSin

Some say he's lived forever.

Others say there's just a mad old man.

He doesn't look that old to me, but he
might be mad.

That's one of the strangest things.

Everybody sees him differently.

He's lived in this place for as long as
I can remember, and I've known him ever

since I was a child.

It's an old Victorian hotel, and most of
it is in exactly the same state as when

it was built.

I had some of the living quarters
converted recently, using money he gave

How he got his money, how he survived, I
don't know.

How he knows them all, who knows?

I've never heard that he was married.

There's been plenty of women come and go
over the years, but none of them were

partners. They just came, like all the
others.

to sit at the feet of the man we like to
call the mage.

My name's Paul.

I live here in this small bedroom.

The mage, he lets me stay for free.

I just have to do a few chores and help
with his work every now and then.

Sometimes it can be fun, and other
times, well, it can be disturbing.

I get a break from it today.

It's one of those days when an outsider
comes in and takes over my chores.

There's some very strange people in the
world.

Most of them come here.

Ah.

The arrival of the day.

I'm sorry I'm late, mate. Traffic.

That's all right, my dear.

This is your time.

You do with it what you wish.

Remember, in this house, there are no
rules.

You do what you will.

You're so kind, my mate.

Thank you.

I'll change now, shall I?

Please do.

Turn out of your outer selves and reveal
your inner self.

This place is like a wonderful refuge
for me.

Only you understand why I do this.

Even I don't understand completely.

You and the others come here to release
your inner demons.

To find your true selves.

You're safe here.

Now, my mate, it is time for your drink.

I swear, I'll never understand some of
these people.

This woman is married.

She's got kids.

Her husband's a civil servant and a
pillar of the community.

For every reason.

She just loves to spend one whole day of
her week being a slave for the mage.

She becomes someone else.

I can't decide whether it's good or bad.

I can't decide whether the mage is just
taking advantage or helping.

All the time you spent, you know, thing
about life.

And I run to my mind again and again.

Too late to think of it all.

But now I know that nothing is free,
nothing is sacred, nothing is great.

Yeah, don't need you now.

Yeah,

to bring me down. I'm bringing you back.

I need a blast with my glasses and
canes.

Everything's been done.

Always on the phone you own lies.

And I look back with hope again and
again.

And more than do it all. Now I know that
nothing is free. Nothing is sacred.

Nothing is claimed.

I've just realised,

I don't even know your real name.

Do any of us know our true name?

I mean, the one that your parents gave
to you.

Just mere titles bestowed by those who
know no better.

True names are those we bring into it.

Most people don't know who they really
are.

They've lost all sense of self.

It is still there.

It is just difficult to find.

Agreed, my dear.

For myself and Paul.

Why don't you join us?

Me?

Join you?

No, I'm not going.

Why?

Well, I'm not joining my mother.

I'm not worthy.

When she believes she is worthy, we win,
then.

Until then, she says, it does not matter
what my name

is or yours.

What matters is the journey.

Your journey.

I just don't understand that.

That does not matter.

It only matters that you want to know.

I do not humiliate her.

She does this to herself.

If indeed you call this humanity.

She is breaking her own shell.

And that is beyond two ways.

My name is

We cannot divide.

the physical and spiritual one in these
classic facts.

Our slave wishes to be free.

And yet, she still conforms out there in
this mad human world.

That is why she needs to go off the
track.

She feels guilty for being what others
desire of her, rather than what she

really wants to be.

She is, in fact, very far down the path.

And I feel she is very close to being
ready to lose.

I just don't understand it all.

I mean, why don't you just sit her down
and just talk to her?

We are.

Just not in the normal fashion.

Is this really communication?

I don't know.

He never really answers any questions as
far as I can see.

But he always gets people to do
something bizarre.

This is the little room that some of the
girls stay in.

There's a couple of cameras set up.

It's a sort of voyeur thing.

The girls seem to like playing to it,
showing themselves off while the men in

the other room, well, you can probably
guess.

The melody in my tunes.

It's also a place where the mage teaches
more spiritual things, such as

meditation, although I'm not quite sure
who it benefits when they're being

filmed.

This is Tony.

He gives me the creeps.

Right now, you wouldn't understand that.

But just wait a minute.

See what I mean?

Tony is a customer service executive.

His dad's a freemason.

His mum is in the Women's Institute.

And yet, he comes out like this.

I feel kind of sorry for him.

Is it his fault he's ended up this way?

And like the mage says, is it wrong?

You know you really do look beautiful.

I wish I'd been bald again.

What's it like waking up with that one?

Well, it doesn't mean anything.

If it's covered in it, well... Well, not
for me anyway.

Well, then.

It doesn't hurt the eyes, that's for
sure.

Oh, shut up, you're a fag.

She's been blessed with beauty.

She's natural art. I didn't mean any
disrespect by it.

And none was taken, Paul.

If I'd been bald without a body, I
couldn't... Walk past the mirror and let

alone keep my hands to myself.

That was nice of you.

He really does fancy being a woman.

I'll hear why.

You feel rough, don't you?

No.

I feel alone.

Ultimately,

There's a hole in them.

And it's just like a scurvy, purple bin.

But you need the crystal hat.

Times like this that I'm glad my parents
never want to visit me.

God knows what they'd think if they
walked in on there.

This is one of those good moments.

It seems to me, when you let people free
in a place like this, they just revert

back to animal instincts.

No, that's not fair on animals.

These people seem to always go further,
to push things so far that I often just

walk away.

I've seen a lot, but sometimes, even I
get disturbed.

It's a lonely corridor, like a wolf in a
second hand store.

There's too many puppets marching in the
parade.

Put on the mask, carry on the charade.
The crowd's dancing, it's only child.

Baby, where's the love despite?

This is one of the mage's party tricks.

For some reason, a slave likes to be
tied up, and of course, the mage

He's been trying to teach me recently,
but I just can't help laughing at the

stupidity of it.

the way that the

Yes, are you the man who called the
mage? No, no, I'm still in bed.

I had a late night last night.

Do you want to come in?

That's okay.

Yeah, yeah.

Make it your own.

You know what I'm saying?

Yes.

So, how shall we make you love yourself?

How do you know?

That is what I do.

I'm told that here it's different.

Here I can let my hair down and be
myself.

Is that true?

This is a place of beginnings.

Where it ends.

That's up to you.

It's strange.

What is?

When you came in, I almost forgot.

It is in wiping away all that was once
now that we discover who we really are.

But how?

Because you want it.

This one's confused.

Alone.

Poor laugh.

Didn't really want to leave her alone
here.

Didn't seem right.

God knows what she'll end up doing.

For me?

There's some folk that come here who
need protecting.

Not setting free in the same way the
mage thinks.

This one is vulnerable.

Whatever goes on inside this house
normally stays inside, but sometimes

leaks out and then the shit hits the
fan.

I don't think people on the outside
understand some of the things that go

especially some of the more
fundamentalist religious types.

This is Martha.

She's a Christian.

She's here to complain.

Lots of people have complained in the
past.

Nothing ever changes, though.

You can see the anger on her face.

But how strong is it?

I'll come straight to the point, Mr.
Mage.

Please do.

There have been rumours in the church
about the unsavoury things going on in

this house.

That depends upon your taste.

Well, no matter how you flavour things,
sometimes they can still poison you.

And all poisons can also be medicinal.

That's not the point.

The point is, the rumours are spreading,
the scandal is spreading, and it's a

bad influence on the children.

Why?

Who is spreading gossip down at the
church?

It's not gossip.

It's neighbourly.

And bad reporting leads to the spread of
lies and hate. Just what is it you do

here, Mr. Maid?

We discover ourselves.

And what exactly does that mean?

Do you know who you are, Martha?

I'm a sister in Christ.

And I never told you my name.

We become the badge we are given if we
know no better.

Are you what you are led to believe?

I don't really know what you mean, Mr.
Mage. Look, are you going to stop?

I do nothing that the universe would not
wish me.

I crucify nobody.

Nor do I ask others to do so in
anybody's name.

What about you?

We're all sinners, and we all fall short
of the glory of God.

We are if we deny God, but what is God?

He's the Father.

Does not your Bible say that you were
created in his image?

It does.

Then are you not God?

Of course not.

You have a long journey ahead of you,
Martha.

A journey inward, towards...

Paul, can you see if you can get me a
slave girl? See if she's available,

please. Okay.

Now how did he manage that?

How did he turn a Christian who came to
complain into a voyeuristic lesbian?

Is it magic, or is it just
hallucination?

What kind of trick is he playing with
these people?

Is this what they really want?

This is all I want from you.

This is all I ask.

What has changed inside of you to erase
the past?

Forever slowly losing track of pieces.

From thoughts that were in your head
Disconnected In a wordless

world where nothing is said I'm
disconnected From all the things I

wish I'd said Disconnected In a
faithless world where everything's

dead

Undead!

I can

understand

why that guy lost it. He thought his
girl was cheating and he was right.

But only if he'd taken the time to try
and understand her.

Maybe it would never have come to this.

Either way, he's gone.

The question is, was it his fault that
Sandra left him?

Or the Major's?

There are times when the mage does
things that confuse the hell out of me.

I've read about these mysterious
characters from the past that can

people, one of them being Rasputin.

Is the mage another one of those?

Sandra was a nice girl.

She never felt loved.

Don't know why.

She did everything she could to get a
man to love her.

She came here, well, essentially to find
men that would love her at any cost.

Eventually, she realised she had to love
herself because all the flirting and

sex didn't make any difference.

You got me praying I can't get you out
of my You got me praying I can't get you

out of my You got me praying I feel like
I've been here before Put a

lock on the door And I swear I thought
it through with a key

Now my lock is gone, my wall's coming
down.

All I got left in there is me. You want
me, you want me to stay when it's on me.

Let's pour my heart into pieces, into
some breezes.

Baby,

my love for you increases.

You've got the day, got me thinking in a
way.

you go

Things we have had passed away.

I love your kiss, so I reminisce.

About the times we touched.

I miss your lips so much.

You got my body heatin', heart is
beatin' for your love.

Ain't no other man to like your candy
like a drug.

Because they've been together.

But I've been thinking.

I mean, I know people love to be.

I just feel some kind of connection.

You know?

It's hard to think of you not with me.

I had to get out for a bit.

There comes a moment, a turning point
when you realise it's not all about

freedom. There's more to life than
freedom.

Shouldn't there be some kind of
sacrifice too?

Sometimes you have to give up your own
desires, needs, wants for another.

Sometimes the concept of personal
freedom actually ends up just being

selfishness.

Out here, in a big wide world, I
actually feel free.

It's as if that place is like a prison.

When in fact it's supposed to be the
opposite.

Does mankind really have the ability to
be free?

Don't we just end up abusing everything
anyway?

Why are we so self -destructive?

If only out here that I can get my mind
cleared to really start to think things

through. No chaos, no clatter, no
deranged behaviour.

Just me and nature.

In your own crystal haze All the world
is asleep

And they're dreaming like I used to But
I'm wide awake, yeah

All the world is asleep And they're
screaming like I used to But my eyes

are wide open

the scene

Why are we so self -destructive?

I have things.

Where will you go now?

We have some money saved up.

But it doesn't matter where we're gonna
go.

It's Howard and Nick, isn't it?

Yes, indeed.

Three at last.

They come and they go.

I'm a slave walking around in her
undies.

She's bright in my day.

And she made me a nice cup of tea.

But at least she'll be happy.

Learned a lot in the past few days.

Freedom's not always what it's meant to
be.

Sometimes freedom seems to bring a
darkness with it.

Especially when there's no knowledge or
wisdom.

The key for me now is to help people
find themselves through wise choices,

upon true knowledge, not upon my own
deep desires.

The question is, how vulnerable am I to
my own weakness?

I decided it was time to move

on. I decided to make some changes.

The mage left me everything in his will.

So I sold the old place, and they're
turning it into some apartment.

I used the money to find my own space.

Something new.

Fresh.

This will truly be a place of refuge.

There'll be no darkness allowed in here.

I have to learn.

We all have to learn.

We can't go on creating prisons for
ourselves.

We have to learn to be free.

We have to learn what the world actually
means.

Word is spreading.

People come to the door every day now.

There's a hunger, a desire for more.

I can't give it all to them, but I can
help them find it.

Am I a magician?

Am I special?

I don't know, but I feel something
inside of me now that just wants to come

to spread its wings.

There's a kind of energy that only feels
right when I stop thinking.

I know it sounds strange, but if you
think about anything, too much it ends

sounding strange.

This feels natural.

And if it's my destiny, I'm going to
learn to listen to it now.

I don't know when it all started to go
wrong again.

It was like being drugged.

Like I went to sleep, and when I opened
my eyes, everything had somehow changed.

Got worse than it was before.

There's more and more of them.

It's like, whatever I do, wherever I set
this thing up, it attracts a certain

kind of people.

It's not what it's supposed to be at
all.

It's not real freedom.

It's just a kind of home for the most
natural instincts to come out.

I failed.

What am I supposed to do now?

It'll all end up in tears.

I have to finish this somehow.

I have to stop it before more vulnerable
people are caught into this web of

darkness.

I love you. I love you.

It's cool.

I just want to thank you for all your
hard work you've done.

You've really been a good help.

This is mine, it's a present for you.

Thank you.

Thank

you.

It's so sweet.

You're feeling awful for me. This is
what the best is me.

You're my night.

Do you touch on me? It's cool. The way
you do the things you do.

No one else can make it through.

You're crazy, yeah. You're the only one
who makes me feel this way.

Hey there.

Are you sending me messages?

Have I upset you?

Anyway, just a bit of something to
remind you.

Hope that reminded you.

Major, here.

Look, just back it in and leave me
alone, all right? Just leave me alone.

not interested, all right?

Just leave me alone. Just sit down.

I'm not interested. Just back off, all
right? Leave me alone.

Stop texting.

Stop sending videos. I'm not interested.

All right? But, mate... I'm not
interested. Just leave me alone.

All right? Just leave it.

But no matter where I go, they're drawn
to me.

I can't stand it anymore.

There's only one way out.

Now send your flowers like a kiss from a
rose.

I have to live with knowing how to do
wrong. You ready?

Well, someone told me when a good girl
is gone.

I remember when I noticed you. Suppose I
can count my blessings that you noticed

me too. Had a girl at the time. For you,
I made a beeline. Feelings out the

window. All I want to do is make you
mine. Got to get you a friend. The

itch was it. Should you wait to check
your steps? Longing to look into those

eyes and kiss.

Treat you right, never call you bitch,
then all of a sudden you were mine. I

left here for the first time, under that
kid's weird name. Maybe I was the same,

I could be your weird name, but at this
point in my memory, you were mine.

I could still watch you take an arm or
your clothes.

I'm sending you flowers like a kiss from
a rose.

I apologize for bringing up the past.
Some of these hillsides rolling round in

the glass. Long before I ever hit jail,
you turned this thug's life into a fairy

tale. And even though I was on bail, you
still didn't care. Every day after

school, I'd be right back. Kids run a
corner in the street, so your parents

couldn't save me. Because your mother
hated me. But it never stopped you from

loving me so much. And it never stopped
me from missing your touch. You bring a

tear to my eye when I read your life.
Let that want a good deal. Don't buy it,

you're going for it.