All language subtitles for Midnight Desires xxx

Just please, John.

Promise me you won't talk about football
all night and bore everyone to tears.

For your information, Martin just
happens to be a sports fan.

And sports just happens to be something
I know about.

I must talk about sports and talk about
tennis and polo or something.

I don't know about tennis or polo or
something.

Besides, we were invited out for an
evening of games, and I assume that

bridge. Of course it means bridge.

But just be careful what you say.

We're going to be under a microscope all
night, and I want us to make the best

impression we can.

Amy, Martin Van Nostrand doesn't care
what impression we make. He's really not

that way.

I assume that we were invited out there
because we're good bridge players.

Oh, really, John?

You're being looked at for a vice
presidency, and you know it. I'm happy

the job I have.

John? You are the best stock analyst on
Wall Street.

But are you the material that vice
presidents are made of?

What does that mean?

Well, being good at your job is one
thing, but being socially acceptable is

quite another.

Just be on your toes.

Whatever happens, turn on the charm to
his wife.

I can take care of Martin.

I knew they were rich, but not this
rich.

50 rooms, but it's home.

For God's sakes, don't be serious.

They're waiting for you in the drawing
room.

Oh, wonderful.

Well, let's go.

Hey,

look.

John, so nice to see you. Hello, Martin.

Amy, happy to see you again. Martin,
same here.

I'd like you both to meet my wife,
Elaine.

Hello, it's a pleasure.

Hello,

Elaine. I'm delighted to meet you at
last.

Martin tells me you're one of the
brightest young men on Wall Street.

so, Martin? Please, darling, you'll
embarrass us.

Oh, nonsense.

It's always nice to know that you're
well thought of. Isn't that so,

Yeah, I guess so.

I just try to do the best job I can with
the equipment I have.

Oh.

I bet you're very well equipped.

Uh, tell me, Amy, do you like bridge?

Uh... Oh, yes. I adore bridge.

Yes, actually, Amy and I are both very
good bridge players. Yes,

Victor, what is it? It's even paper,
sir. I'm afraid there's trouble in

Happened just as I expected.

Unavoidable, I suppose.

Thank you, Victor.

Oh, no, dear.

Do you suppose the Levitsky family will
be all right?

They were so kind to us on a trip to
Warsaw last summer.

What the hell is he talking about?

I don't know, darling.

It's probably some kind of game. Just
play along.

The lives of individuals are going to be
quite unimportant now.

We can't allow ourselves to think of the
Levitskys, or the Duvals, or the

Smiths, or even ourselves.

At this very moment, Hitler's...

Gangsters are dancing the hideous
gavotte of war across the face of gentle

Poland.

Yes.

Germany will spin her web of blood and
steel until nation is pitted against

nation, continent against continent.

Until the whole world is swallowed up in
global holocaust.

I'm so sorry this had to happen tonight.

But Martin's been expecting it for some
time now. Ever since the annex of poor

Austria.

But maybe if we got him involved in some
sort of a game.

Something to raise the spirits.

Oh, you mean bridge. No, dear.

I think something a bit more diverting.

Just leave it to me.

But you must promise that whatever I do,
you'll play along no matter

what. Oh, of course, Elaine. Anything to
make Martin feel better.

Martin, there's really nothing we can do
about Europe tonight.

Why don't we play a little game to take
our minds off it?

Yes, Martin, how about a game?

How can we think of game?

When at this very moment, businessmen,
farmers, and just plain Joes from all

over America are flocking to enlist to
save helpless Europe.

Yes, Martin, but it will make me feel
better. It'll help me take my mind off

You know how war upsets me so.

All right, dear, but to make you feel
better, what sort of game should we

Oh, I don't know.

It should be something dangerous,
something risky.

I know. How about charades? John.

That's not risky, John.

Sorry.

How about a confessing game?

We all confess something and then we
draw ballots on whose was best and whose

was worst.

I like that.

But what should we confess? I mean, it
has to be something... Personal?

Yes, personal. Something very personal.

Well, if it's personal, what could be
more personal than sex?

Sorry, sorry.

What could be more personal than sex?

Confess what?

Why, your deepest, most hidden sexual
fantasies, of course.

I mean, we all have them.

God knows I do.

Well, I think we ought to be going. It's
getting late. John, we have to do no

such thing.

You'll have to excuse John. He has a
strange sense of humor.

Continue, Elaine, please.

Well, each one of us tells the group his
or her favorite sexual fantasy.

And then we vote according to whose we
like best and whose we like least.

I like that idea.

Who shall start it off? Amy, would you
like to get the ball rolling, so to

speak?

Well, I think I should be the one to
start it off.

After all, it was my idea.

So, I guess I'll be the first.

It's kind of hard to single out one in
particular.

But, wait a minute. There is one that
keeps recurring.

God, where do I begin?

Have you ever felt bad?

I mean...

So good that you feel badly afterwards.

Sort of a guilt thing.

I almost have this deep need to be
punished.

Not for anything in particular that I've
done.

Just everything I've ever done in my
whole life.

I'm on my knees in a dark room.

There are men in hoods carrying candles,
sort of like a religious

ceremony filing by me. They are there to
witness my penance.

There is strange organ music playing.

It is all quite dark and eerie, like a
church with no altar.

I feel I am the altar.

I'm to be sacrificed.

The punishment is mine.

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

I know that your purpose is the
cleansing of my soul and this must be

through the sacrifice of my body to the
purpose of your will.

I am your slave

My mouth is your receptacle.

Oh, fuck me.

Oh, fuck me.

Fuck me.

Yes.

Don't let my asshole escape your wrath.

Do it with your will.

Hurt me.

Hurt me. Fuck me. I'm shit.

I'm scum. Fuck me. Ram it till it
bleeds.

Fuck me.

Amazing. Is that something you go
through very often?

Just when I'm feeling sort of naughty.

Incredible.

That you could be so open about
something that's so... Dirty?

No, no, not dirty.

Something so... That's all right.

It goes beyond dirty.

It's downright filthy.

You know, you pulled off quite a neat
little trick with that fantasy of yours.

How do you mean?

Well, on the surface, one could imagine
that you were actually being punished.

Whereas, in actuality, that wasn't the
case at all.

I mean, it would seem like some sort of
ritualistic sexual penance meted out to

you by others as a punishment for
something you did that was wrong.

Oh, please, go on.

Yes, do.

Well, it's just that that simply wasn't
the case.

The men in your fantasy had no voices.

You kept saying you were sacrificing
yourself to their will.

And in fact, they had no will at all.

They were doing exactly what you told
them to do, following your orders.

They were, in fact, your slaves.

Yes, a very neat trick.

You are being punished for enjoying
being punished.

So, punishment and reward are the same
thing if you just happen to enjoy the

punishment.

Yes. Actually, all your fantasy really
comes out to be is you instructing four

men to do things to you that you like.

But the idea of it is so...

Bizarre. You put it in the form of
punishment.

Not more bad news. I'm afraid so, sir.

No.

France has surrendered to Gauls in
England.

But only an hour ago they invaded
Poland.

Oh, but Germans are very industrial
people. Martin always says so, don't

dear? Shut up, Elaine.

Martin, what do you think will happen?

I don't know, Amy.

I spoke to the Prime Minister just three
weeks ago. He assured me that England

could hold out, but not alone.

I suppose this means we'll be in it
soon.

Oh, no.

Thank you, Victor.

Oh, let's stop all this ugly war talk
and get on with the game.

You're right, Elaine. There's nothing we
can do about it anyway.

I believe it's your turn, John.

Oh, come on, John. I want to hear your
fantasy.

Yes, Jonathan, make it a good one.

Well, I... Let's see.

You know, I feel kind of silly doing
this.

I mean, I haven't even told anyone, not
even you, Amy.

Well, there is... There is one that...

Well, that I've had several times.

Well, it always starts off with making
financial arrangements with this

prostitute.

Well, anyway, I'm not just fucking this
prostitute.

She is part of a kind of a charade.

Well, I pay her and then I tell her that
I'm going to return later with a

girlfriend. Then somehow it is later,
and this girl and I enter the room, and

there's a bed and chair.

She lies down on the bed, and I sit on
the chair.

And then suddenly, a figure appears in
the shadows.

A man in a tuxedo.

And he walks toward the bed, and then
suddenly I see that it's...

Not really a man, but the prostitute
dressed up as a man.

And he comes over and undresses the girl
and then pulls out this

huge dildo out of his pants.

20, 40, 60, 80. That enough?

That will be. Thank you.

You sure you know exactly what I want?
No.

I understand.

Don't worry, okay

Haven't you forgotten something?

What? This.

Suck my cock.

Come on, suck it.

Take that cock out of your mouth.

It's your turn now. I'm going to fuck
you.

All right. Here, a little more.

How does a white cock feel putting your
ass?

Huh? Like it?

Huh? Would it be harder?

Would it be farther in?

Scream with pleasure.

Make you want to come?

Well, that's it.

John, I think that's incredibly sexy.

Why haven't you ever told me before?

Amy, if he told you about it, you'd want
to act it out.

Then it wouldn't be a fantasy anymore.

I suppose.

I think it's quite amazing how we tend
to hide our desires even from ourselves.

John, you played the same trick with
your fantasy as I played with mine.

It's quite obvious you have homosexual
tendencies.

Now, wait a minute, Elaine. No, John,
hear me out. It's quite normal to have

homosexual tendencies. We all have them.
I'm sure that basically you're quite

heterosexual.

There's really nothing wrong with being
curious about having a thing with

someone of your own sex.

Except you worked it out in a way that
you didn't have to admit it. It was all

quite clever.

What do you mean?

What Elaine means is that John managed
to have a homosexual experience without

having any men present.

First you set up two women and you sit
down and watch them.

So you were approving of a homosexual
experience.

Then you suck on a piece of rubber which
is in the shape of a cock.

Only it's attached to a woman, so that
makes it all right. Go on. Well, the

fucking was under the same disguise.

So you manage to suck a cock and get
fucked in the ass, all while there are

men around.

I think that's quite a feat.

As a matter of fact, I think that's one
of the best fantasies I've ever heard.

Really? John, I never knew.

I always thought that I was enough for
you.

Oh, Amy, for Christ's sake.

Well, Martin.

What about your fantasy, huh?

Well, uh... Yes, Martin, let's hear
yours.

I have nothing to hide.

Let's see.

I just want to be sure I have a good one
for you.

First, I should give you some
background.

Now, my family has had money for as long
as anyone can remember, see?

And when I was in prep school, I wanted
to go out for the boxing team.

But my mother thought boxing was
disgusting.

So... Well, I used to watch these old
John Garfield movies.

And I was sure I was being deprived of
my rightful calling.

Being the heavyweight champion of the
world.

What does that have to do with sex?

I'm getting to that.

See, I'm sitting in the dressing room.

Waiting for the fight, the big fight
with the champ.

I'm the number one contender.

Her name's Kid Kelly.

Come

on.

Uh -oh.

Look sharp, kid.

Faraday's here.

I better go over.

Work on the right, kid. Work on the
right.

Gee,

Mr. Faraday, it's really great to see
you. It's an honor to have you here. I

mean it, an honor. We don't get a chance
to see you come down here to

Washington. Come by to see how my
investments are coming along, Murray. No

objections, I hope. Oh, no, Mr. Faraday,
it's an honor. A real honor. I really

mean it. The boys are all happy when
they come down and see him. It's a real

shot in the arm, you know what I mean?
And they're dying to meet you. Come on.

This is killer, Bronski. Tough as nails,
Mr. Faraday. Tough as nails.

Chug the left, killer.

Left. That.

Hey, what did I tell you, Mr. Faraday?
Tough as nails.

We came to see the kid, Murray.

The kid? Of course, the kid. How stupid
of me. He's really doing great, Mr.

Faraday. Really doing great. What a
right this kid has. Like Dempsey. He's

right like Dempsey and a left like
Robinson.

He's going to be a champ. Mr. Faraday is
going to be the next champ.

Do you think we can see for ourselves,
Murray?

Of course.

You'll want to see him for yourself.

Well, he's doing really great.

And you picked a great time, Mr.
Faraday. He's in top shape, top shape.

kid, look who's come all the way to see
you. Mr.

Faraday, come to see you special.

Mr. Faraday?

Hello, kid.

What did I tell you, huh? Top shape, top
shape.

Murray here says you're going to be the
next champ, kid.

Is that so?

Well, I don't know, boy.

Is it?

Who's going to beat me, Mr. Faraday?

Cocky, too.

Oh, he didn't mean nothing by it, Mr.
Faraday.

Honest, he didn't mean nothing by it.

I like a cocky fighter, kid.

It shows that they're sure of
themselves.

A great fighter has to be sure of
himself.

Ain't that so, Lola? Sure, honey.

You see, kid?

Lola here says it's so.

A great fighter, a champion, has got to
be a little more than just cocky.

He's got to be, well, well, he's got to
be smart.

Oh, this is one smart fighter, Mr.

Faraday. This is one smart fighter.

Murray, don't you have something to do?

No, Mr. Faraday.

Well, find something to do, will you? I
mean, the kid and I have something to

talk over in private.

Wait a minute. I got no secrets from
Murray. It's okay, kid. Mr. Faraday here

a real fine gentleman.

This is a smart boy, Mr. Faraday. It's a
smart boy.

Are you a smart boy, kid?

Up to now, you've just been getting by.

But now you got a crack at the
championship.

You're very young for such an
opportunity, kid.

Most fighters have to wait more.

I beat all the contenders.

Sure you did, kid. Sure you did.

You're so young.

You'll get another opportunity, kid.

I'll see to it.

In a year or two, I'll see to it.

I don't understand, Mr. Vardy.

Well, let me spell it out for you.

I've got a lot of money invested in this
fight.

The bookmakers have made you an eight to
five favorite.

If you win, I stand to lose a lot of
money, kid.

I don't like to lose money.

Ain't that so, Lola? Sure, honey.

Don't throw fights for nobody.

But you will.

You have no choice.

It's lose the fight or never fight
again.

Now, while you're mulling over these
possibilities, kid, I got some business

take care of.

As long as you stay here, wait for me.

Watch your kid work out.

And when I'm gone, kid, think it over.

You come around, and you all lose.

Better do what he says, kid.

Fucking whore.

Get in.

Stop it!

Here she is, fellas. I got something for
you.

Hey, what do you think, huh? Stop it!

I'm kidding.

Hey, fellas, I got something for you.

How about that?

Hey, Kelly, what the fuck are you doing
now, man? Hey, Kelly, this is Faraday's

bitch, man.

You're right. We can get really fucked
around by him. You're right. Okay, we're

going to treat her nice.

Faraday's bitch, you deserve a coffee
for your knees.

You're out of your fucking mind, man.
Get out of your fucking knees!

You guys want to join?

Get the fuck out. He's fucking crazy,
but I think he's right.

Come on.

All right, killer.

You're going to do what I tell you to
do. No.

You son of a fucking cunt. You're going
to do what I tell you to do. Suck up.

Well,

I might as well get some drinks. That's
the right idea.

Absolutely. Forget our fun, okay?

What?

That's it.

Give me a little help with these.

That's a good idea.

Little garter belts on. I like them.

Let's get this cop in the locker room
and fuck the shit out of him.

Good idea.

All right, Kelly.

Let's go.

What the fuck?

Hey, what are you guys doing? Are you
crazy? It's a Saturday sport. Hey,

up?

Come on, man. What's the matter with
you? This is great.

What's up?

What's up?

You guys get it?

Cunt is a cunt. We're going to get our
asses busted.

Come on, that's good.

What are you guys going to drink? What
the hell are you on?

Listen, guys.

Forget about him. Put it on me. Come on.
All right.

That's all. What do you want to say?

Kid, you want to fuck her a little bit?
Sure.

All right. Come on up here.

All right. Move over for the kid. All
right, move over.

Let the kid get in there.

Okay.

Come on, Faraday's bitch deserves it.

Come on. Come on.

That headline ran in every newspaper
across the country.

That's quite a job you did on Lola.

That wasn't Lola.

John of course that was Lola. She was
the only girl there.

I'll let him go on. I think he's on the
right track.

Well, I can see how frustrated Kid Kelly
must have been.

Especially having worked so hard to get
to the top and then being told by some

gangster that... Hey, Mr.

Faraday. Mr.

Faraday. Being told by Mr.

Faraday that he had to lose.

Well, I can also see you as a boy,
Martin.

Wanting to become a boxer and yet being
frustrated by your family, especially

your mother.

And you sort of got to fuck in your own
class with Lola.

Or more specifically, Martin, you're a
motherfucker.

John! Huh?

It's all right, Amy.

I think you got it, John.

Well, Jonathan, that's positively
brilliant.

I never realized Martin was a
motherfucker.

What?

Yes, Victor, what is it? Good news from
Europe, sir.

Normandy. Everyone said it would be
clay, but old Isis is smart for them.

Normandy, of course.

I think Ken Kelly is ready for the
rubber truck. Thank you, Victor.

Well, is that good news, Martin? Good
news, boy, that's incredible.

I'd like to propose a toast.

To the, uh... Oh,

thank you, dear.

A toast to the beginning of the end for
Nazi Germany.

With news like this, we should all be
absolutely wonderful spirits to hear

fantasy, Amy.

Yes, Amy, we haven't heard your fantasy
yet. Yeah, come on, Amy, we've all told

ours. Oh, I couldn't.

Oh, now, Christ's sake, Amy, now I did
it. We all have.

Amy, it's just a game.

Games have rules.

We don't want to break the rules now, do
we?

Oh.

Well, all right.

Oh, it's starting. That's the hard part.

Well, it begins in another time and
another country.

I guess it's 18th century England.

I'm a young peasant girl filling a water
bucket by a stream.

Suddenly I hear the sound of approaching
horsemen.

What have we here? It's as fine a bush
as I've seen in all of Sussex. Aye, in

all of England, then. And what do we do
with a bush so fine?

Why, I'd put me sword through it. Right
in the center.

Yeah, we don't know such thing.

Oh, me lad, I think it's alive.

I think it's a creature of the opposite
sex I've heard so much about.

And lost by the look of the poor
creature.

I thought my lady of the bush.

It's only your welfare that concerns us.
Have you no care about your own safety?

Why, we've heard there are highwaymen in
this woods.

Aye, blackguards and cutthroats.

Viminals and worse.

Loathsome enemies of King George who
would stop at nothing to defile the

virtue of a lady such as yourself.

I can take care of myself quite nicely,
thank you.

Aye, well then perhaps your ladyship
would be kind enough to guide three such

loyal and...

Honest subjects of the king to some
public place nearby.

Where we can fill our traveled stomachs
with some honest food and drink.

Aye, and arrest our weary boons. And
seek the comradeship of honest travelers

like ourselves.

Well, if it's an honest meal you'd be
wanting, it's the wild boar where you'd

going. Ah, the wild boar. It sounds like
just the place.

If you could but guide us there, we
would reward you threefold.

Aye, threefold.

Well.

All right.

But you must get me back by moonrise.

Hey, here is the King George.

Hi, King George. Hi, King George.

Oh, it's good and gentle, Beth.

Come join us and make merry.

Join the likes of you? I think not. How
many do you have in the farthing between

you? A lot, you know.

Why, they've got gold and not small.

Oh, my good man.

So you got girls, do you?

Aye, and plenty more where that came
from.

Aye, aye.

Well,

what are we waiting for?

Aye, you're right.

Aye.

Would they wear them?

Hmm.

I can't feel so good in me.

Amy, you?

I would never have dreamed. I think it's
simply delicious.

Yes. A pint of ale, three stout fellows
with stiff cuffs.

I think it's delicious.

Well, I've enjoyed it.

I guess it's a bit different from the
rest of yours.

Yes. It doesn't mean anything.

You know, that's right.

I hadn't quite realized that before.

It really doesn't mean anything.

You were just having a great time.

With no significance whatsoever.

I suppose that makes it the best fantasy
of all.

I suppose so.

Well, we were all trying to work things
out for ourselves, but Amy was just out

to have a good time. I guess that makes
her the most honest with herself.

That's right, and Martin over here is a
fantasy...

Neurotic fantasy about fucking his
mother makes it the worst.

My, what time flies.

It's almost dawn.

Well, thank you both for having us.

It was quite interesting.

Yes, I can't remember when we've had
such a lovely time. The pleasure is

can assure you, dear.

Oh, thank you. Really?

Great.

I'll take your call. Okay.

Not bad, huh? Not bad at all.

I must say, they were even better than
the tennis pro and his wife we had last

month. Yeah, I have to agree.

Good news from Europe, sir.