All language subtitles for The Night Of Submission xxx

To the uninitiated, voodoo has long been
thought of as a primitive ghost.

Most of what the average layman knows of
voodoo comes only from misleading news

of it in Hollywood horror movies.

Sometimes in paperbacks readers
emphasize witch doctors or the sticking

in voodoo dolls.

But the fact is that voodoo encompasses
an exceedingly complex religion and

magic with complicated rituals and
symbols that have developed for

years, perhaps longer than any other of
today's established faiths. The believer

in voodoo, and there are millions of
blacks and some whites as well, who

practice it, centers his hope and fears
as strongly on as it does the follower

of Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, or
Islam.

Here it comes. Oh, God.

Here it comes.

Oh, now.

Now. Go.

Go, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God.

Get back in there and finish this job,
you suit.

You bitch.

You call me after, you understand?

And more pictures, you hear me?

Dumb broad.

Bitch.

What's all this about?

F &M, torture.

Oh, that's a long story.

We discovered this place, you know. We
think it's a real voodoo cult.

This guy who owns a bar, right? The Red
Baron.

I used to take my wife there all the
time.

Remember, I took you once. You said it
gave you the creeps.

Hey. Caters to some of the city's big
shots.

Well, the owner's supposed to be some
kind of a voodoo priest, and a lot of

customers are his followers.

I just happened on this place one night.

You know, I kept the staff working
overtime to get the February issue out.

The article on homosexuality was still
at the typesetters by 12 midnight.

So I went out for a drink.

I noticed a good -looking black man,
whom I found out later was the owner,

behind the cash register for what looked
like a wax doll.

And he struck it sharply.

It seemed like a strange thing to do,
but then in this city, it's full of nuts

anyway.

I went back there often.

It was almost a compulsion.

One night, my favorite waitress, Mary,
confided to me that the owner was in

a voodoo priest, and that most of the
clients were believers, followers.

I was dumbfounded.

Disbelieving at first with my polished
editorial skepticism, you know, I was

struck with the logic of it all.

It was then I arranged for one of our
reporters to cover the whole story.

They're all believers.

You can see something strange in their
eyes.

Anyway, it looked like any other bar.

But there was an atmosphere about it.

Sort of a feeling of mystery.

Like something strange was about to
happen at any instant.

It hung in the air thicker than the
cigarette smoke in the newsroom.

Anyway, the phone call was from this
stupid broad named Sandy, who was the

reporter who was assigned to cover the
story.

Probably go back and get more pictures.

Christ, Jesus.

Take more pictures.

Great God, intercede for us.

Saint Joseph, intercede with Jesus, our
Redeemer.

Saint Joseph, charm, charm our eyes.

Angels of heaven, have pity on us.

Saint Andrews and holy angels, behold us
at your knees,

at the feet of Mary.

All saints, all saints, all saints, hear
us.

Hail Virgin Mary.

Hail the Virgin of good health.

Help us get this virgin.

Pain for pleasure.

Pleasure for pain.

Extreme.

Absolute pleasure.

Hail the master creator of heaven and
earth.

Hail St. Andrews. Hail St. Nick.

Hail the Holy Ghost.

And you lucky virgin, are you ready for
the initiation?

And you will obey us.

Whatever we are going to do to you

I need her to blog.

Oh, man, this will be the biggest, the
boldest,

the best story of my life. I don't
believe this.

Hit it.

Come back and get some more of this
action.

I better go now.

But me.

I... I...

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah.

What do you mean you're not coming in?

Why not?

What?

Blank.

Not one photo came out?

Jesus Christ, you're not kidding you're
not coming in. Today, tomorrow, anytime.

You're fired.

Stupid bitch.

Can you believe this? That was Sandy,
right? The reporter?

She saw everything.

The whippings, the tortures, the fucking
everything.

She took some pictures. Not one stinking
picture came out. The whole row came

out blank from the darkroom. I don't
believe it.

Stupid cunt.

Did you say torturing, beating, and
fucking?

Yeah. The whole ceremony is only a
pretext for sexual, well, sexual

among the believers.

Listen to this.

Wow.

Ready? Voodoo initiates.

For all those who have abandoned the
tradition of cabaret, tamasis, also

as congos and hibos and chained, they
are members of the so -called red, or

criminal sex, who shed human blood for
sacrifice offerings.

The red sex, who lean toward the Petro
rite of voodoo, bear such diverse names

as hairless pigs, grey pigs, and blood,
pain, and excretion.

Their emblem is the destroying sword of
St. Michael, which corresponds in

astrology to the sword of Orion in the
zodiac.

or the bow of Sagittarius.

They're grouped into sects devoted to
ritual destruction.

They make use of the sword and the bow
in accomplishing their purposes.

Tradition holds that they once dressed
in white.

Today, however, they prefer to wear
blood red.

Members of these sects have become
ritual destroyers through a false

crucifixion.

Wow, I'd love to see that.

You know, I've always wanted to, like...
Well, stop dreaming.

I'm sorry, but I already told my wife
I'd take her.

We're going to the bar to find out about
the end of the ceremony.

Maybe we'll find a way to get in.

You mean you're really going to
participate?

Why not? My wife is one bitch I'd love
to beat the shit out of.

And if we have to play the game to get
the story?

All right, pretty good.

Is this the stuff I asked you to get me?

How about the real stuff?

This is.

Come on, I'm not talking about the stuff
they sell everybody.

No, I'm telling you, this guy here knows
what he's talking about. He is a priest

at a satanic church out in California.

He opened it up a few years back
about... Yeah, December. I'm not really

interested in Satanism, per se. What I'm
looking for is some information on

voodoo. Is it?

What about sex and the occult?

I read it. It's half. The occult is
voodoo. No, it's not.

Come on. It's just for the everyday
people.

Man,

this guy has been through... These are
his astrotrips that he wrote about.

And he knows what he's talking about,
like he's been into it for many years.

I'm looking for something.

Some real voodoo. His sexual desires
have increased.

They're like... Oh, I don't need any
help with my sexual desire.

He's gone into masochism. That's where
masochism comes from.

That's the same frame you have to throw
your mind to.

Hey, Marie.

Refill. When I'm being beat, I see
Lucifer.

I'm not there.

I mean, I feel it and I love it.

But that doesn't help me. What I'm
looking for is some information on the

York, you know, some of the cults.

Some of the real voodoo cults going on
in the city.

What about you?

You told me you could latch me into some
authentic information on voodoo.

Well, I don't know.

Come on, let's wear the C -note.

Fastest hundred you ever made.

Well, there's a ceremony tonight.

Well, there's a ceremony.

I may be able to get through.

Ring?

Ring?

Hey, we arrived late.

After the ceremony had finished, of
course.

Thanks to my wife.

The singer and Baron himself and all the
others were there.

The whole thing had turned into an orgy.

I found myself driven by some force.

My wife is one bitch I'd love to beat
the shit out of.

My wife is one bitch I'd love to beat
the shit out of.

My wife is one bitch I'd love to beat
the shit out of.

Thank you.

Pleasure. Pain.

What gives a virgin the extreme?

for pleasure, pleasure for pain, the
extreme, absolute pleasure.

I love you.

Oh, please.

Please.

Oh, God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

. .

.

How are you?

Thank you.

Oh, God, it comes.

Oh, quick.

Oh, my God.

Uh -oh.

Hmm.

That's all.

That's it.

Entire story.

Never thought I'd finish it.

200 pages of the best writing I've ever
done.

I'm so proud of you.

What the... I just finished.

Good night.