All language subtitles for Emanuelle nera n 2_full_eng

(fire crackles)

(Emanuelle cries out)
(Gothic organ music)

(relaxed jazz music)
(Emanuelle groans)

- Speak.

Speak!

(jazz music continues)

(Emanuelle growls)

(man laughs evilly)

- Yah.

You, speak.

Why don't you want to speak to me? Huh?

Don't you want to speak to me?

(man chuckles)

Why don't you want to speak to me?

Huh? (chuckles)

What's the matter?

You don't like me? (laughs)

(light jazz music)

(man laughs heartily)

(man yells in foreign language)

Speak!

Are you mute?

Speak.

Lost your tongue? Bah!

Bah.

(upbeat jazz music)

(man yells)

I'll make you talk.

(tense music)

(Emanuelle cries out)

I'll make you talk.

(Emanuelle crying)

(light clicks)

(soft, haunting music)

- Talk. Talk, Emanuelle.

You must talk to me if
you want me to understand,

if you're going to understand yourself,

and free yourself from the past.

Don't you want to get out of the clinic

and take your place in
the world, in society?

- I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

- (sighs) You must try to remember

what happened to you, well,

before now--
(explosion rumbles)

(gunshots blasting)

(man grunts and groans)

(gunshots blasting)

(man cries out)

(gunshots in distance)

(car explodes)
(Emanuelle cries out)

- Come on, Emanuelle.

Emanuelle! Get an
ambulance, she's been hurt!

- Beirut.

Everyone was shooting.

Nothing but shooting, day after day.

Sirens, bombs, people screaming,
blood and destruction.

What am I doing here?

What do you want? Who are you?

- I'm a friend.

A friend whose job is to help you,

a friend who wants to
help you to get better.

- What do you mean?

I couldn't be better.
There's nothing wrong.

Let me outta here.

- Well, of course you can leave,

but where will you go, and with whom?

First, you've got to
remember the past, alone.

Listen.

Trust me.

Trust me completely.

You've got to tell me everything
that comes into your mind.

All right?

(sirens blaring)

Excuse me.

(sirens blaring)

(tires squeal)

- No, I don't wanna get out.

No, don't force me.

Let me go. Get your hands off. No!

Take me away.

- Ah, poor little Sharon.

- Who is she?

- An niece of mine. Every once
in a while she needs help.

Ah, before I go,

I want the tape you made
about what you could remember.

- No, let go. (panting)

How are things, Uncle?

- Now what?

- I just wanted to visit you.

- Take her to number 15.

- No, let go.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me, doctor, can I
bother you for a minute?

- What is it?

- How many times have I told
Foofee not to do poo-poo

in the corridor?

But what can I do when
this dog doesn't obey me?

- Don't worry about it. We'll clean it up.

- Thank you. I'm grateful to you.

Such a nice man, Foofee.

You should treat his rugs with
respect, you naughty thing.

- Let go of me.

Oh, the famous cover
girl. Well, I'm Sharon.

See you around, Emanuelle, you bitch.

You're all my uncle talks about.

(Sharon struggles and yells)

- Miss Sharon, stop that.

What is the doctor
going to think? Stop it.

- Be quiet, Sharon.

That'll do.

Uh, nurse, 10 milligrams of micoral.

- Yes, doctor.

- Now then, today what
wheel seems to be loose?

- Oh, it's sex as usual, Uncle.

- Well, you know what to do about that.

Find yourself a husband.

- Uncle, you're a perfect ass.

That isn't my kind of scene.

Only forbidden thrills turn me on.

- Uh-huh.
- Oh no, don't go.

You know why I keep coming here,

because I'm dying to go to bed with you.

(doctor grunts)

(Sharon cries out)

Mm.

- Night, doctor.

- Bye, Joe. Working late tonight?

- I work till midnight. Gotta
keep an eye on the time.

(doctor chuckles)

See you in the morning, sir.

(upbeat modern jazz music)

- Oh, you're quite right.
I never thought of it.

(woman chuckles)
- She's always right.

- It's late.
- Oh, thanks.

- Is your husband always this late?

I'm starved.
- Thanks.

- I never know when to look for him.

- Would you like champagne, madam?

- Oh, here's your husband,
back from a day of slave labor.

- Oh, hi ho.

- Hi, Paul. How are you?

- My bedeviled brother-in-law
in the midst of maniacs.

Tell me, Paul, how's my daughter?

- If she could, Sharon would
keep me away from my patients

the whole day long.

- I know.
- She's incredible.

A regular--

- Hypochondriac of the first order.

Everybody said exactly that in my case,

and you said it, too, my dear,
that I had sex on the brain,

and that I'd never be happy
merely with three husbands.

Ah, while I'm on the subject,

let me introduce Peter,
the fourth of the series.

- Ah, pleasure.

- How do you do?
- Actually, we're getting

married tomorrow, and if
we get along during the day

as well as we get along at night,

take it from me, he'll be the last.

- I'll be with you all in a minute, huh?

- You promised to be
home earlier than this.

- (sighs) Sorry, darling.
I had a miserable day.

- Oh, have you?

- I'm sorry to say.

- It's strange how impatient you are

with the men in the clinic,

yet with all the beautiful
girls that you treat,

you seem to have the patience of Job.

- For me, all patients are sexless.

Emanuelle's just an unusual case.

- The same old excuses.

You behave like this
simply 'cause my father

is getting too old, and he
lets you run the clinic.

- Susan, do I have to listen
to these stupid accusations?

That I married you to get the clinic,

that I, I was just fooling
around, not a hope to get ahead,

not a single prospect.

And scheming to get my
hands on the clinic?

No, that's not true.

Since the day I took over,

that clinic has become one
of the best in the state.

- Yes, the clinic's a wonder,
but I've become a widow.

- Now, stop it, Susan. For God's sake.

I work. I'm not like your
friends of the upper crust.

(door slams shut)

I've succeeded in getting her to remember

her dreadful experiences in Beirut.

But now I wanna see if her
photographer, John Farmer,

can add anything useful.

What's he stopped for?
(car horn honks)

(machines whirring lightly)

- I'm happy to see you, doctor.
Have a seat.

- I hope I'm not disturbing you.

- Not at all.

Here, this is all the information

that I thought could be of help to you.

- Ah. You're a good friend of Emanuelle's?

- That depends on your
viewpoint. I wouldn't say so.

- You've certainly taken
her picture enough.

- I have, that's true,
but it doesn't mean much.

What can I tell you?

She's a talented girl.

She knows how to use her
brain, she's photogenic,

she's into her subject completely.

She feels she's at one with it.

Complete identification, dig me?

- Yes, I think so.

But, forgetting the professional side,

in private life, how did she behave?

- Must I answer that sincerely?

- Try to be objective about these things.

It will help her immensely.

- Obviously, Emanuelle
is a beautiful girl.

Cultivated, intelligent,
and besides her class,

her elegance, she has the
kind of exotic sensuality

that drives guys up the wall.

- Guys like you?

- Well, I'm no different.

During the trips we've taken together,

sometimes we've had to
share the same hotel room,

but we're there on business. (chuckles)

- You've never taken advantage of her?

- (chuckles) No, I'm
being sincere, doctor.

I have to say it's been
pretty weird at times

with that chick.

- Can you explain
yourself a little better?

- It's gonna get pretty personal.
I don't know if I should.

- Look, I'm a doctor.

Tell the story and give
me the complete details.

- Well, here goes. We were in Venice.

Emanuelle had been hired
for a fashion spread,

but when we got there, the
clothes weren't ready yet.

So we had a few days
to act like tourists.

(gentle strings music)

She'd never been to Venice before.

She was really turned on by it.

But the film festival was on
and all the hotels were full.

So it turned out we had to
take a double room together.

Eh, it was kind of tense, believe me.

I mean, we always work together
as friends and that's all.

- Aren't you getting
undressed? Embarrassed?

- Don't be silly, but this shirt
doesn't unbutton very easy.

- Come here.

You men can't do anything alone.

(gentle music)

(Emanuelle whistles)

(gentle music)

Hurry, I want it from you.

(gentle strings music)

- Hey! That hurts!

- (grunts) Get out.

Get out!

What are you trying to do?
You filthy pig, get out.

- What's the matter, Emanuelle?

Come on, you've gotta be kidding.

- You're filthy. Filthy!

- Don't these photographs
remind you of anything?

Venice. You were there on a modeling job

with John Farmer, a photographer.

You often work with him. Remember?

The hotels in Venice were full.

You weren't able to find separate rooms

and you were forced to share the same bed.

John Farmer's a good-looking boy.

You must remember him.

- Yes, he saved my life in Beirut.

- Mm-hmm. But don't you recall
being in Venice with him?

- Venice? Yes, I was there.

- And what about that night
at the Hotel Ambassador,

with John, hmm?

You were alone together in the same room.

You had taken off all your clothes.

- How did you find out all this?

- Uh-uh, let me ask the questions.

Now, there was a double bed.

Undress just as you did then.

And John was taking off his jacket.

And next, his tie.

But he probably was upset

because he couldn't unfasten his collar.

- No, it wasn't like that. I remember now.

I was sitting on the bed, embarrassed,

playing with my pearls.

He started it by asking me to help him.

- Just a second.

You there, would you give me
a hand with this damn collar?

I can't get it unbuttoned.

(soft music)

- But the shirt he wore
couldn't have been blue.

A snow white shirt.

I wasn't completely nude.

I was wearing something.

I never wanted him to see me nude, anyway.

He pulled my dress down,
but I just stood there.

(soft music)

(man laughs maniacally)

(Emanuelle cries out)

Now I remember.

- What?

- Yes, I remember.

John was on his motorcycle,
with that thing on his head.

He tried to rape me.

- What'd he actually do?

- He came at me on his motorcycle.

He was wearing a black
jacket and a red helmet.

- On a motorcycle? A red helmet?
What does that add up to?

There must be an actual
experience behind all this,

interpreted in two different ways.

John Farmer's version is more
probable, more believable.

Emanuelle's is full of contradictions.

But they both have one thing in common:

Emanuelle rejected him with disgust.

But the red helmet, and
the motorcycle in Venice.

(knocking at door)

Good morning.

Now then, Emanuelle, the red helmet.

Hmm? Does it bring anything back?

- No.

- You uh, can't connect it
with another event in the past?

- Mm-mm.

- I don't know. Uh, for
example, a motorcycle ride?

- Mm, no.

- Very well, let's change the subject.

What about your father?

- My father?

- Yes. Tell me about your father.

- I remember a lot about him,

but it's all unpleasant, humiliating.

- Emanuelle, you're Catholic, aren't you?

- Yes, but why?

- Now, pretend I'm your confessor.

Confessions, you know, are secret.

Trust me, huh?

- My father's an alcoholic.

(blues trumpet music)

- Thanks. And thanks, brother.

Up everybody's ass.

(father retching)

(father gags and groans)

(horn honks)
(tires squeal)

- Pa! Pal

- What do you want? Get lost.

- Come on home.

- Leave me alone.

- (gasps) Here.

(father grunts)

(slow blues music)

- Ah. (shudders)

(slow blues music)

(father gasps and groans)

- Here, Pa.

(father grunts)

Come on, Pa, drink this.

- No.

- It'll help you.

(slow blues music)

- Ah.

Thanks.

(slow blues music)

- Stop it, Pa. Stop it, Pa.

Take your hand away.
- I wanna do it to you.

I want to.

- Pa, please.

- I wanna do it.

- I just want to put it out of my memory.

It was all so horrible.

- There now, pull yourself together.

Stop crying.

We'll call it quits for today.

Get everything you remember on tape.

- Mm-hmm.

- So long.

- Doctor?
- Yes?

- Good morning.

- Ah, Mr. Richman.

- Uh, how is she?

- She's fine, at least physically,

but she's not cooperating.

Please.

- Thanks.

- I'm sorry to say that
your daughter's mental state

is still, uh, terribly upset.

Let's talk in my office.

Would you like a cigarette?

- No, I don't smoke, thanks.

- Oh, all right.

How about something to drink? A whiskey?

- No, I don't drink either. Never have.

- Don't tell me.

- And never will.

- But, uh, when you were young, huh?

When you played the trumpet.

- The trumpet? I never played the trumpet.

I played the piano, the guitar,
and sometimes the cello.

But why do you ask me?

- It's nothing but an idea.

Emanuelle told me that
she had a very unpleasant

and lonely childhood, that
she was left alone a lot.

- Yes, it's true.

My wife died when she was born.

She left us both pretty lonely.

Emanuelle depended on me almost too much.

They were really difficult years.

You see, I worked in the
evening. I played in a nightclub.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Ah!

(crowd applauds)

(patrons chatter)

- Night, Ted.
- Night.

- Night.
- See ya.

- Set me up again.

- Coming up. How you feeling?

- Great. How do you feel?

(patrons laugh and chatter)

(gentle piano music)

- You look beat, hon.

- No.

(gentle piano music)

- Let's be going.

Come on.

(people chattering)

Here you go.

- Thanks, Pa.

Pa?

- Yes?

- Would you sing a song for me?

- Of course, if you want.

(gentle guitar music)

(father vocalizing)

(father whistling)

(father vocalizing softly)

(gentle horns music)

- Would you like me to clear your tray?

- If you don't mind. I finished.

Nurse?

- Yes?

- I've been in the
clinic for some time now,

and I'll be staying a while longer.
Please tell me your name.

- My name's Gloria.

I'll do all I can to see
that you're happy here.

- Have you been ordered to
go along with what we do?

Or are you sincere?

- Emanuelle, you're wrong
to even think such a thing.

- I'm glad to hear you say that.

- Need anything, just call.

(Emanuelle sighs)

(soft jazz music)

- I remember now that when I was little,

my father used to take me to
visit my aunt in my country.

There were lots of animals.

- Hello?

- Hi.

- Am I bothering you?

- No, you're not bothering me.

- Don't you love this place?
I come and go when I like.

I'm here one day and I'm gone the next,

so it doesn't bore me.

- At times, I wish that
my uncle owned the clinic.

- He doesn't own it, he just runs it,

and he doesn't spend a second on me.

He says, "It's all completely imaginary."

He thinks you're fascinating.

He asks lots of embarrassing
questions about you.

- Well, every specialist has his methods.

He wants me to recall as
much as I can and record it.

- Bullshit. These
psychiatrists are all voyeurs.

They wallow in total recall,

prying beneath our subconscious,

and loving every awful story.

The more sensational it is,
the more they like it.

- There's not much to get
people excited in what I say.

My memory's totally gone.

- Let me listen.

- No.

- Yes. I'm dying to.

- I remember the holidays
I used to spend there.

I could be out in the fresh air

and be free to do what I liked,

and what I liked best
was watching the animals

when they had sex.

I was just a kid, I didn't
understand what they were doing,

but it gave me a strange
sensation, a kind of euphoria,

which made me want to caress
myself, and I did, everywhere,

and I liked it so much.

The stallion excited me the most,

doing his mating dance around the mare.

He rubbed his neck against hers,
with his nostrils flaring

and his eyes rolling as if he were crazy.

Then he'd begin to froth at the mouth,

and he'd mount her, wild, possessive,

his flank shining hard,
and he'd penetrate her

and make her cry out and tremble all over

as if she were going mad.

- Night, doctor.

- Everybody in bed but you, eh,
Joe? That's the way it goes.

- Don't worry, doctor, I
got my eye on the time.

(Paul laughs)

I lock up after you.

- [Emanuelle] The stallion
excited me the most,

doing his mating dance around the mare.

He rubbed his neck against hers,
with his nostrils flaring

and his eyes rolling as if he were crazy.

Then he'd begin to froth at the mouth,

and he'd mount her, wild, possessive,

his flank shining hard,
and he'd penetrate her

and make her cry out and tremble all over

as if she were going mad.

There. That's, that's all I remember.

My memories are all mixed up,

all jumbled together with the present.

Are you listening to me?

You know, you're a handsome man.

Elegant, distinguished,
attractive, I know--

- Is doing it with your patients

considered part of the cure?

- (chuckles) No, I'm
sorry to say it isn't.

You know that it's symptomatic
of this kind of neurosis

to want to go to bed with your analyst.

You can find it in the
works of Freud, for example.

- I can? Up your fat fanny
with you and your Freud.

(door slams)

(traffic hums)

- I'm glad you're back, Fred.

- Hi. Hear the good news?
We won the tournament.

Here you go. Keep the change.

- [Taxi Driver] Thanks, pal.

- How come you're waiting?

- I need to talk to you.

- If you're waiting for me for that,

I've got nothing to tell ya.

It's all over between
me and your daughter.

- Now wait, Fred, listen.
Emanuelle needs you.

She lost her memory in
a terrible accident.

She can't remember anything.

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but there's
nothing I can do for her.

- Let's not get discouraged.

Even if your son-in-law
refuses to help us,

I think we can still cure your daughter,

because I maintain that the
trauma Emanuelle suffers from

dates back to her adolescence,
before she was married.

- This doesn't sound right to me, doctor.

Her childhood was perfectly
normal. I watched her grow up.

She was just an average kid,

except that I think she was
more intelligent than most kids.

- Morning, doctor. May I intrude?

You promised me today
you'd find an hour or so

to see General Eisenhower.

The Huns are battering
away at the Maginot Line.

You hear? My place is there, among my men.

- Try to be patient, General,
the attack has been postponed

for a few days.

- I doubt that, sir.

30 days from now, I'll still be here

because of the word of a vile traitor.

- On my word of honor, within
30 days you can leave here.

- I accept, on one condition, though.

- Name it.

- That you give me 10
cents a day for 30 days,

and double the amount each day.

Are we agreed?

(tanker gun clicking)

- I surrender.

- Fine. Goodbye, sir.

- Goodbye.

- We'll meet at Philippi.

- I'll be there.

- Is he really a general?

- Yes, a victorious general.
Only that he, uh...

- Please, doctor--

- Yes?
- Do me a favor.

I'd like to see her.

- It's too soon for that.

- Please, doctor, I beg you.

- Very well.

(father chuckles)

Emanuelle, are you ready for a surprise?

- Ah.

- Don't you know who this is?

- No.

- Emanuelle.

- Uh...

- I'm your father.

- What do you mean?

(gentle horns music)

(eerie music)

Fred.

Fred! (moaning)

(gentle horns music)

Oh, Fred. Oh, my darling.
Hold me, hold me.

Fred. Oh. (moans softly)

Leave us alone.

I want to make love to you, Fred.

I've waited for you for so long.

Get out! Leave us alone!

(gentle music)
(Emanuelle gasps lightly)

- Emanuelle, you should be ashamed.

- Oh, Fred, don't you love me anymore?

After all the love I've given you.

(door slams)

- It's madness. It's horrible.

- Try to understand.

For her, it's logical to confuse
her husband with her father.

- Okay, Fred, that's good.

Yeah. Move in there.

Break. All right, that's the way.

Now, come on, now. Get some skin into it.

Get moving.

Okay.

(whistle blows)

There you are. Great!

- Fred. Fred!

Good work.

It's terrific to see you back in shape.

- Thanks.

- Hello, Fred. Nice going.

I'm that journalist.

- To interview me?

- Uh-huh.

- There's nothing new for me to say.

You guys know everything about me.

- You see, my articles have
a special point of view.

I write my own column, the
medical side of sports.

I've interviewed the top athletes.

I can assure you, you won't
lose too much time on me.

Hmm?

- Come on.
- Thanks.

- And so, I ended up without a degree.

But right away, I joined the Black Tigers.

I started to improve and
make a name for myself.

Then I moved over to the Five Stars,

and that's where I am now.

- If I remember, the, uh,
papers talked about a, uh,

progressive decline, while back.

It happened, let me see,
uh, it was two years ago.

Am [ right?

- Yes. It was a bad period, I must say.

The fact is, I fell in
love with a beautiful girl

and got married, and I began
to get weaker on the court.

- How come?

- Listen, what I'm telling
you is off the record,

strictly private.

- Oh, no, don't worry about that.

I'm just interested professionally.

Tell me what you want to.

(hands slapping)

- That's fine. Thanks, Ray.

- Okay.

- My wife's a stupendous girl,
but about sex, she's,

she's, she can't be satisfied.

I'm an athlete. I've got
to hang on to my energy.

She didn't like that.

She came to all my games,
watched me all the time,

never took her eyes off me.

(crowd cheers)

- Fred, you're marvelous.

Yay!

(crowd cheers)

(Fred and Emanuelle laugh)

- [Fred] And during halftime,

she'd always come into the
locker room, demanding it.

Possessive, insatiable.

(players chattering)

(Fred and Emanuelle moaning)

- And you, Fred...
Where's Fred?

Ah, you know where Fred is,
getting his rocks off.

(Fred and Emanuelle moaning)

Hey Fred, you coming?
Halftime's over. Move your ass!

(door handle jiggles)

- I've gotta go!

- No, not yet.

(Fred and Emanuelle moaning)

Not yet.

- We were always making
love, all the time,

in the morning, afternoon,
night, everywhere.

But then, one day, I began
to feel tired during a game.

- Come on!
- I lost my rhythm,

- You can do it, Fred!
- my clear headedness.

Things I used to handle by
instinct started to get by me.

Big Fred Morgan was looking
like a high school rookie,

with the inevitable
consequence that I ended

sitting on the bench, put
right out of the game.

That was the end for me.

- Fred, how'd you manage
to get back on top?

- I had to sacrifice the
marriage to my career.

- And now? How are things with your wife?

- It's all over.

I heard that, uh, she was in Lebanon,

just when the civil war broke out.

- And did you know that
she lost her memory?

- You're not a journalist,
you're a doctor,

my wife's doctor!

What a fool, I fell for it.

What does it matter?

The most I can do is
tell her to go to Hell...

If she tries to see me ever again.

- You're still in love with your wife,

and at this moment, she
needs you very much.

Yes, the same diet for room 57.

- I'll see to it, doctor.

- Good morning, your excellency.

I want to inform you,
it's been a week now.

- Has it been that long?

- Now, sir, you gave me your word.

- Oh, well, naturally, General.
- Oh, good.

- I gave you my word.
- Now, for your own records,

the sum has reached $12
and 70 cents, exactly.

- It has?
- You might want to

take a look here.

10 cents you owed me Monday, 20 Tuesday,

twice that on Wednesday,
and so on for seven days.

- I'll pay the amount immediately.

- No, no, no, no, no.

I prefer to settle the whole
thing the end of the month.

- Ah, that's a better idea.
I'll rely on you to keep track.

- You bet, sir. I'll keep
the score in my head.

- But if I'm well, what
do I need pills for?

- I've already told you before,
I just carry out orders.

The boss says it's like this
and that's the way it is.

It's for your benefit,
not for my entertainment.

(birds chirping)

- How's my little patient, huh?

- I'm cured, doctor.

Not a care in the world. (laughs)

I feel so incredibly happy.

Do you know what it means
to be so happy? (laughs)

I'm sorry, I seem well,

but maybe it's a mistake to act like this.

- Why not?

Showing spontaneous happiness

is an indication of equilibrium.

- I'm glad I met you.

You've been so wonderful through it all.

I owe all my happiness completely to you.

- No, Emanuelle, not to me.

Of course, I've done
what I could, but still,

without trusting me as you have,

all my efforts would've been futile.

I can only help someone
who wants to be helped.

(gentle music)

(hand slaps)

- I realize I've been foolish
in trusting. Hypocrite!

You want me to stay here.

You think I'm still crazy
and you won't admit it.

Or don't you like me, Paul?

Go on, admit that. Admit that you don't.

Why don't you?

Is it because of my skin?
My color? My race?

Don't kid me, I know
what you men are after.

Why don't you take me?

- What would your husband say
if he saw you this way? Hm?

- My husband? What are
you talking about now?

I'm unmarried and a virgin.

I don't wanna get involved
just yet. I'm only 20.

- You are 23.

At 20, you married Fred Morgan.

Don't you remember your wedding?

You accepted Fred as your
husband on April 19th, 1973,

at St. Paul's Church.

- [Minister] Do you Emanuelle
Richman, take this man,

Fred Morgan, as your
lawful, wedded husband?

- [Emanuelle] I do.

- [Minister] I now
pronounce you man and wife.

(gentle organ music)

- Why not? I wanted to marry Fred.

I wanted it with all my heart.

We were kids. We grew
up together in Harlem.

He began playing. He was the
top player in the country.

They adored my Fred. He got to be a star.

All over the country, he
was just the greatest.

(footsteps clicking)

(knocking on glass)

- Hurry up, come on.

- You bet I will, baby.
I'm right behind you.

(Gloria giggles)

Don't waste time, I only got 10 minutes.

Get your clothes off.

- Same old story. Haven't
you got any poetry?

- Huh? Don't give me
that bullshit. Let's go.

Why don't you take these
buttons off and get a zipper?

- Don't tear it.

I suppose you'd like
me to come and get you

already undressed.

- Mm.

- I'm surprised they didn't
give you a self-control test

before they hired you.
- Those tests

are a lotta balls.

They tested me on this.

Come here, I'll show you who needs a test.

Ah, you got 10 minutes.

- Ooh, it's never been like this.

- Huh? Oh, that's my billy club.

- Oh, I was hoping...

(magazine thuds)

(cards scatter)

(door clicks shut)

- Hello.

- Oh, hi, Sharon.

- I'm just perishing with boredom.

- And who isn't? I think I'm going crazy.

I'm so tired of it all, I could die.

- Have one of my cigarettes.

- Paul won't let me.
He says smoking is bad.

- Well, he keeps bitching
to me about that, too,

when the worst thing about prohibition

is it makes your need get bigger.

But anyway, these cigarettes
are something else.

- Ooh.

- I'm fed up with staying in this place.

So tomorrow, I'll play it smart.

They'll be taken in, and I'll
be outta here like a shot.

- You really are crazy.

- Not me, they're the crazy
ones, and I got them that way.

My uncle's onto me now,
but he puts up with it.

'Cause if he doesn't, mm,

it's so long to peace in the family.

(both exhale sharply)

- Let's see, I got six minutes to go,

at 32 bangs a minute, that's...

(both moaning)

- Hey! Give me a little.

- You been down to observation?

- Don't know about it.

- Where all the toys are!

- Are the patients allowed to go there?

- It's where the doctors
watch the maniacs!

- Sounds mad, all right.

- Come on, let's go see. You'll love it!

(Emanuelle giggles)

Come on, it's all clear.

Sh.

They bring you here and
then they spy on you.

They let you do whatever you like.

The doctors say that when you're alone,

your subconscious determines
your mode of behavior,

and demonstrates what's
wrong with your mind.

Hmm.

It's all horse manure, my dear,
and the doctors know that.

We act more normally with another person.

You see, being with another person

is a whole different story.

We need that influence to stimulate us.

Don't you agree?

♪ But I won't be cool tonight ♪

♪ Gonna lovey, lovey,
lovey, lovey, lovey, lovey ♪

♪ Lovey, lovey, lovey,
lovey, lovey, lovey ♪

♪ Lovely till it feel all right ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

- That body.

You're like the queen of the night.

Or a panther.

(Emanuelle growls)

♪ And I've been screaming for you, baby ♪

♪ But I can't go away no more ♪

♪ Gonna lovey, lovey,
lovey, lovey, lovey, lovey ♪

♪ Lovey, lovey, lovey,
lovey, lovey, lovey ♪

♪ You gonna be all right ♪

(upbeat blues jazz music)

♪ One, two, three get outta my head ♪

♪ Four, five, six get into my bed ♪

♪ Whoo ♪

♪ All right ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

(upbeat blues jazz music)

(alarm rings)
(Gloria moans)

- [Guard] What's that?

- [Gloria] The observation room.

- Oh, my God.

An emergency, just at the crucial moment.

Hold it!

I'm coming.

Or I was.

(upbeat percussion music)
(Emanuelle and Sharon moan)

♪ Feeling all right ♪

♪ Oh yes ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Oh, yes ♪

♪ Feeling all right ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, all right ♪

♪ I'm feeling all right ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh yeah ♪

♪ I'm feeling all right ♪

(car horn honks)

♪ Feeling, feeling, I'm all right ♪

♪ Oh, oh, baby, baby, I'm all right ♪

♪ Oh, oh, all right ♪

- I'm coming.

My God, doctor, what
are you doing here now?

Is anything wrong?

- Yes, the way you've
buttoned your jacket.

- Huh?

♪ Feeling all right ♪

- Huh.

- Why didn't Dr. Welsh handle it?

- Mrs. Simmons had a crisis just after 11.

He couldn't leave her.

- And because the patient was your niece,

no one knew what measures to take.

- If anybody needs me, I'm in 22.

(Paul sighs)

- Sympathol.

(water splatters)

(water dribbles)

(phone dial clicking)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

- [Sharon] Did I get you out of bed?

- Who's speaking?

- [Sharon] A friend.

A friend who knows everything,

even what your husband is
up to at this very moment.

- My husband?

But what can he be doing
when he's here sleeping?

- [Sharon] No, dear, you're wrong.

He's wide awake and doing
all kinds of things.

Did you ever read that
book about King Solomon

and the Queen of Sheba?

(phone receiver clicks)

- Meaning who?

Anybody there?

(gentle music)

- Take that stuff off the bed.

- Yes, doctor.

(gentle music)

- There we are, right there.

Thanks, that'll be all.

- A bottle of whiskey.

- Mm-hmm.

Wake up. You're all right now.

- I can't imagine what happened.

- You let Sharon influence you.

She's sick, full of neurosis.

You should try to avoid her.

- Sharon's the only one I can
really talk to, besides you.

You're so good to me, so patient.

Oh, my God, I'm tired of being in here.

- Remember, as soon as
you're completely cured

and dismissed once and for all,

then, then you have your
work you can go back to.

- Have I?

- I promise you.

- I have lots of friends who
are important journalists.

They'd write about you willingly.

Your work in the clinic,

your wonderful treatment to the sick.

Everybody should know about this.

- Oh, what a charming scene. Delicious.

- Susan, what are you doing here?

- I couldn't get to sleep.

I hoped you could tell
me what to take for it.

- Susan, come on. I'll take you home now.

- She's very beautiful, your patient,

much more than I imagined.

A delightful example of neurosis.

- Susan, that'll do.

- One's apt to forget that
she's actually just a patient

of yours and not a kept woman.

- That's enough. Good night, Emanuelle.

Didn't you hear the phone
when that emergency call came?

- I never hear anything.

- Then why'd you come? Who called you?

Sharon, huh?

Listen, that girl is mentally ill. Hmm?

- Mm-hmm.

- Would you like something to drink?

- You don't have to be
polite. I came here to talk.

- All right, let's talk.

- It's about time we
cleared things up, Paul.

I've sensed you growing away from me.

When we first knew each other,
what rapport there was then

was out of this world.

It was enough for me just
to look into your eyes.

(Paul chuckles)

- You mean you can be
jealous? I don't believe it.

- When you've seen this, you will.

- You're a silly woman,
living with your fantasies.

You know I'm still in love with you.

(gentle music)

- These magazines are all last year's.

- Full of your photographs.
You asked the doctor for them.

- Oh, I did.

- Did you sleep well last night?

- Very well, thanks.

- With the help of those tranquilizers.

- Yes, but they have no effect.

As I told you, I'm quite recovered.

- Oh, good morning, doctor.
- That'll be all, thanks.

How are you?

- Fine.
- Good.

- Pretty, isn't she?

- Not bad.

- Do you wanna make love to her?
Or have you already?

- What have we here, some new
sign of neurosis? Jealousy?

- How dare you? Why should I be jealous?

It couldn't matter less.

- Hmm.

You don't realize it, Emanuelle,
but, uh, subconsciously,

the need and love you've had
for your father, as a baby,

you've transferred to me.

You've got to get past
that particular hurdle,

and face the realization
that I'm nothing to you

but a doctor.

That could be a big stepping stone for us.

So, now, why don't you try?

- You're ridiculous. You just
wanna keep me prisoner here.

You wanna go to bed with
me, that's what you want.

And you know that I'm perfectly willing.

I'll go to bed with the
janitor, the garbage man,

anybody just to kill time,
to kill this awful boredom.

Does that shock you?

I'd even go to bed with
your niece, Sharon.

(knocking at door)

- Yes, come in.

- [General] Busy, your excellency?

- Ah, good morning, General.

- Good morning, sir.

You know, the 30 days we
agreed on are over today.

It's time to settle accounts.

- Here I am, General.

(upbeat military music)

53 million, 687 thousand,
91 dollars, and 20 cents.

- No, no, those are simply
the day-by-day accounts.

That's what you owe me today.

You see, starting with
10 cents the first day,

and so on for 30 days, we
have to add up each day

to reach the grand total.

Your excellency,

each number excludes what's gone before

as if it was already paid.

You understand?

The actual amount owed is there
at the bottom of the page.

- 107 million, 374 thousand,
182 dollars, and 30 cents?

- Without errors or omissions.

If you'd like to check the figures,

naturally, I'm at your disposal, sir.

- Uh-huh.

(upbeat military music)
(singers vocalizing)

One thing, General.

- Yes, is there an error somewhere?

- Oh no, it's perfect.

Only in as much as it's
such a high figure,

I'll have to speak to the
Department of the Treasury.

I... (sighs)

Clearly, I'll have to go
through channels for this.

You're familiar with these things?

Besides, this could develop
into another scandal

like Lockheed.

You remember that.

- Yes, indeed, I got my share.

Do you think, ambassador,
in another 30 days--

- Oh no, no, no, no, you
can leave immediately.

Uh, Star Fighter, get me a car
for the general, right away.

Thanks.

- I appreciate that. At your order, sir.

- You bet.

And people say that military men

are the quintessence of stupidity.

Trapped like a rat by that wily old fox,

when I should have remembered
the tale of the wise Mandarin

who, when asked by the emperor

what he wanted for interpreting a dream,

asked only to have a grain of rice doubled

on every square of the chess board.

The emperor found out too late
that that meant all the rice

in the royal granary.

I think we've done wonders, actually.

However, I'm sure Emanuelle
is hiding something from me.

Not purposely, of course.

Try to forget that I'm a friend.

Think of me only as a doctor,

or better still as a detective,

a detective who's forcing
himself to discover the truth.

Fred, what I'm asking
you may seem indiscreet,

but before you were married,
did you have sexual relations?

- Well, frankly, it wasn't
what you might imagine.

Look, Emanuelle wasn't only beautiful,

she was really adorable.

Sensitive, but strange. Yes, very strange.

She was so changeable.

She'd be sad, discouraged,

and then all of a sudden
she'd be happy again.

And her joy was fresh as rain.

I remember her one day,
there wasn't a soul around.

We were down at the beach.

(lighthearted music)
(Emanuelle and Fred laugh)

(lighthearted jazz music)

(eerie music)

- Go away.

Leave me alone.

Go away!

Go on. You're filthy.

- It was totally unexpected,

just like her willingness to
make love in the first place.

I stood there with egg on my face,

all my hopes destroyed.

- Mm-hmm.

- At first, I thought she was
just fooling around, joking.

Then...

(Emanuelle groans)

- What happened to me, Fred?

- I guess...
I guess you're tired.

- Or too much sun, I think.

It's gone away. It's all right.

Please, Fred.

(gentle acoustic guitar music)

(Emanuelle moans)

- But like before, nothing happened.

Maybe this doesn't sound very interesting.

- On the contrary, it's
necessary for my work.

So continue.

- You see, doctor,

there was something that
kept getting in her way,

even though she wanted to do it.

She was in love with me,
but the vibes were wrong.

She'd get inhibited, and then
she couldn't go any further.

(Emanuelle moans)

But the most absurd thing
happened on our wedding night.

It's a fabulous story.
(chuckles) You won't believe it.

(guests laughing and chattering)

- Oh, there you go.

(indistinct) That's your new home.

- [Man] Here's to both of you.

(guests laughing and chattering)

- Oh, good luck to you both.
- Look at that.

That's a pretty picture.

- [Man] Many, many happy years.

(gentle music)

(Emanuelle laughs)

(gentle music)

- No. No, Fred.

Forgive me.

Try to be patient.

- Darling, what's the matter?

- It's impossible.
We've got to talk first.

You'll hate me. I'm not a virgin.

- Is this why you've always refused me?

No.

It's absurd.

Look, beautiful, the past
has no importance for me.

You fell in love with a
boy and you went to bed.

Nothing wrong with that.

And you got to know me.

We fell in love, we love each other.

The rest just doesn't matter.

- It was more than just
one. There were lots.

It happened all at once.
I don't recall when.

I don't remember who they
were or how it happened.

I might have just imagined it,

but I have a vivid impression
that they were white men.

How I hated it, and I
still have that hatred.

It was something I'd always
thought beautiful and pure.

Oh, Fred, I'm scared. I'm scared.

Please, you need to help me.

I beg you, be tender. Be gentle.

Show me how much you love me.

- After that confession, her
attitude changed completely.

From that moment on, all she
wanted to do was make love,

and I mean everywhere.

Then, the championship
began. I went into training.

You know the rest of the story,

I told you during the interview.

- Thanks, Fred. Thanks for your trust.

What you've told me will
help Emanuelle a lot.

- (chuckles) Thanks, doctor.

- Today's the day for visitors,

so nobody will notice that
we two are not around.

- The children's wing. You're Mrs. Heston?

- That's right.

- The doctor would like to talk to you.

You know his office? In the
administration building.

- Thank you.

- Taxi.

Come on, scaredy cat, get in.

Life is full of laughs,
so enjoy it! (giggles)

I say, to hell with responsibilities,

with musts and have-tos.

The hell with them all.

We're young, honey. Don't you forget it.

Listen, I'm getting together
a little trip to Hawaii.

You come, too, you'll love it.

And the men are going to be divine.

Today, I'm going to give you
a preview of what I mean,

and everyone else can just go screw!

- [Emanuelle] Sharon, we're
really going to be in for it

if your uncle ever finds out.

- What do you care?

Keep the change, doll. See ya.

Come on, wiggle your ass!

(Emanuelle and Sharon giggle)

♪ Didn't know the world ♪

♪ Filled with dream ♪

♪ Your feet upon the sand ♪

♪ Their feet upon the sand ♪

♪ Seashells in your hand ♪

♪ And they dream ♪

(dreamy synth music)

- (laughs) There! That's Simon.

You won't believe he's for
real. He costs 10 bucks a hit.

He's fantastic.
(Emanuelle chuckles)

Simon.

- Hi, there.

- Ah, (laughs) hi, sweetheart.

This is my best pal, Emanuelle.

- How you do?
- Hi.

- How are you feeling today?
You're in form, aren't you?

- You bet.

- You'll love it.

- How are we going to get back after?

- Don't sweat it. Simon's got a Rolls.

(Emanuelle and Sharon laugh)

(zipper scratches)

(Emanuelle gasps)

Hey, this is nothing, sweetie.

Wait till you see.

Mmm, 12 pounds.

This is too easy for him.

(laughs) What did I tell you?

(Emanuelle laughs)

The last time, he held it
for more than 11 minutes,

and right after we'd made love.

What a doll he is. (laughs)

(Emanuelle laughs)

- You like it?

(whimsical music)

(Sharon laughs)

Look, Ma, no hands.

(Sharon laughs)

Ride a cock horse to (indistinct).

(Sharon laughs)

- Don't hold back, there's
plenty to go around.

(Emanuelle and Sharon laugh)

♪ Kick the rolls into the boiling pot ♪

♪ And never burning sun ♪

♪ Lock the doors of every room, go out ♪

♪ And have yourself some fun ♪

♪ Every day will be all right ♪

♪ Find a girl who will
turn on your light ♪

♪ Love and play and next
who'll play the night ♪

♪ Takes a body like a repo man ♪

♪ And'll lock your dreams up tight ♪

(whimsical music)

♪ Every day will be all right ♪

♪ You've gotta find a little girl ♪

♪ Who will turn on your light ♪

♪ Come and play and dance away the night ♪

♪ Takes your body like a repo man ♪

♪ And'll lock your dreams up tight ♪

♪ Well I said, lock your dreams up tight ♪

♪ You hear me ♪

♪ I said, lock your dreams up tight ♪

♪ Lock them tight ♪

(Emanuelle moans)

(door handle jiggles)

- Sorry, darling.

Have you got the key to
my study, by any chance?

- Why should I have it? Ask the maid.

- What are you reading? Ah, Freud. Fine.

- Many things have struck
me as very convincing,

especially the theory of transference.

- Interesting.

- I've finally been able to understand

the love-hate relationship
between the patient

and the man who's curing.

- Marvelous. You've made giant strides.

- The first time you laid eyes on me,

you were convinced I was
just a spoiled brat,

the boss' daughter.

- (chuckles) I remember that.

- "You're interesting, Susan.

I like meeting girls
with such classic types

for psychoanalysis."

- True, I wasn't interested
in you as a woman,

not the first time I met you.

But that's not to say
that you weren't interesting

to me when we met again later.

I just had to get to know you a little.

- And within a month,

my father had to warn
me to take precautions.

- I'm sorry, I just couldn't stop wanting

to have you in bed.

- And you were so impetuous
that you kept me there

all of three days and four nights.

(both moan)

(Emanuelle and Sharon laugh)

- All right, get moving, you guys.

(horn honks)

Hey, warden, open up, I got a
couple of jailbirds for ya.

Open up or I'll mow the gates down!

(Emanuelle and Sharon laugh)
- At this hour?

Quiet, you'll wake up all the loonies.

(Emanuelle and Sharon laughing)

Miss Sharon, I'm, I'm
reporting you to your--

- Everybody wants to get in the act!

- I'm reporting you to the doctor.

(group laughs)

- She got the pressure.

- Get out of here and never come back.

I'll have you arrested.

(Emanuelle and Sharon laugh)

(truck rumbles)

Get out of here!
- Bye, bye.

- Bye.

- And stop making noise,
this is a hospital zone!

- I think we've reached
the moment of truth.

But remember, if her
reactions are negative,

don't be alarmed.

And above all, if it's possible,

let her say and do whatever she wants.

Understood?

Go ahead.

(birds chirping)

(eerie electronic music)

(haunting piano music)

(crowd murmurs)

(crowd applauding)

(car engine hums)

- What a clever actor you are.

You had everybody fooled, didn't you,

when you embraced Emanuelle?

- So what? An embrace like
that doesn't mean anything.

And just meeting her and
putting my arms around her

doesn't mean anything.

What worries me, is if I
have to live with her again,

that's a different story.

- You're upset about it?

- And how. You women are possessive.

You've got one thing on
your minds all the time.

You don't give a guy credit
for having other things

to think about once in a while.

He's gotta go in the
Army, to the university,

and pay his taxes.

He's gotta keep his hand in the pie.

(hand slaps)
- I can see that!

(Fred chuckles)

(car engine racing)

(telephone rings)

- Who is it?

- Hello, darling.
- Hi.

- [Sharon] How's life?

- Ah, Sharon, hi.

- I've big news, beautiful.

Don't faint when I tell you,
but men are all a bunch of shits.

- You mean you're phoning
me up just to say that?

- Yes. I felt you ought to hear it.

I've every reason to
believe that men are lousy,

stupid and awful.

- [Emanuelle] Where are you?

- Oh, where am I? You
should be able to guess.

In bed ,darling, with a simply awful guy.

No, really, it's not my scene.

I just like doing favors.

- [Emanuelle] For who? Me?

- Yes, you. I'm doing my best.

He doesn't care if my heart's not in it,

as long as my you know what is.

Crazy, like with Simon.

Oh. Oh, you're all mine.

♪ Leave the window by ya hot and cold ♪

♪ Well then, you will see the day ♪

♪ Kick the rose into the molding pot ♪

- Hello? Hello, Sharon?

(Sharon moaning)

Where are you? You listening?

(Sharon moaning)

- I was with John Farmer on his
bike. We had red helmets on.

It was someplace... It's all so
vague, I can't quite recall.

We had an accident, it was terrible.

I remember it was in all
the papers at the time.

(traffic hums)

- "Nixon denies." Mm-hmm.

Nothing.

"The Red Helmets strike again.

Sam and Emanuelle Richman,

a young Negro brother and
sister, were attacked last night

by this violent gang.

Sam died under the vicious
blows of the murderers.

His sister will recover within five days.

The police are working in the dark."

Emanuelle's brother was killed.

So that's what happened.

But why does she mix
John Farmer up with it?

And why hasn't her father
mentioned it to me?

(hand thuds)

Why did you hide such an
important piece of information

from me?

You knew that it mattered.

How can you explain such a thing?

- Because when the boy Sam was killed,

I was back in Los Angeles.

I came here as soon as I
could, but it was too late.

Nobody told me that my
daughter was present

when the accident took place.

She was very upset,

but that was normal
under the circumstances.

Instead... My God.

It's because of this
violence that Emanuelle,

that she, probably--

- But there's no doubt
now, of course it is.

In that moment, in that moment,

her psyche was totally blocked.

Oh, of course!

This is the only link we needed.

This is what we needed to make it fit.

I see it all now. It's clear.

Yes, it's clear.

Her whole case is clear now.

The trauma that still hangs over her

is the violent death of her brother.

She's been in a state of shock ever since.

And any threat of violence,
even sexual violence,

reinforces her impressions
and terrifies her.

Somehow, she's got to relive
the initial experience

in order to free herself from it.

But how? How?

(whimsical music)

(motorcycles rumble)

- (cries out) No.

(Emanuelle gasps)

No. No!

(motorcycles rumble)

(Emanuelle gasping)

(motorcycles rumble)

Help! Open the door! Help!

(eerie music)
(Emanuelle panting)

(Emanuelle yells)

(mysterious organ music)

Let me up. No!

(bold organ music)
(Emanuelle yelling fearfully)

(upbeat jazz music)
(Emanuelle gasps)

Help! Help!

(Emanuelle groans)

(Emanuelle crying)

- You bastard! Let go of my sister!

(punches thud)

- Oh, no.

No. Stop. Stop! (crying)

No. No! No!

Stop it! Leave him alone! (crying)

No. No! No!

No. No. Stop. (crying)

No! No! (crying)

(motorcycles rumble)

No. (crying)

(motorcycles rumble)

(Emanuelle crying)

No. (crying)

Doctor, I have no idea
how I can ever thank you.

- Oh, not at all.

Just try to take my
advice and count to seven

every time an overpowering emotion

threatens to get the upper hand.

- In that case, one, two,
three, four, five, six, seven.

Okay?

(Emanuelle chuckles)

(soft music)

- Here she is, good as new.

- Emanuelle.
- Oh, Papa.

- Now, Emanuelle, what I
recommend is a vacation.

- The one I have to thank for
everything is you, doctor.

(Emanuelle chuckles)

- There's someone who wants to say hello.

It's really only fair that he's here, too.

Emanuelle has to decide.
It's up to her now.

(gentle music)

(motorcycle rumbles)

(dramatic music)

(explosion booms)

(intense music)

- Last call for Hawaii.
The boat's leaving, baby.

What do you say?

No work, no worries,
not a care in the world.

It's smooth sailing all
the way. You coming?

- Goodbye, Dad.

Thanks a million, doctor. (chuckles)

- It's now or never, Emanuelle.

Happiness isn't gonna wait
for ya. Life is wonderful!

(motorcycle rumbles)

- Thanks, Doctor.

- Goodbye, Mr. Richman.
Come and see us soon.

- Why don't you come and hear my concert?

Bring your missus, at Carnegie Hall.

- You bet I will.

Hi.

- Hello, darling.

Did forget we're supposed
to go out tonight

with the Mansfields?

- No, but I'd like to forget.

It happens that, uh,
tonight I'd like us

to go out to a nightclub, just you and me.

- That's marvelous.

♪ Gotta get away from New York City ♪

♪ Make it to Frisco Bay ♪

♪ Hope that I find some
laughter along the way ♪

♪ I leave behind a whole lotta troubles ♪

♪ Go searching for the sun ♪

♪ No hard feelings for you, or anyone ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Baby, I'm going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Said I'm going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Where I'll stay ♪

(upbeat pop music)

♪ Emanuelle ♪

♪ Emanuelle ♪

♪ Emanuelle ♪

♪ Gotta get away from New York City ♪

♪ And go searching for the sun ♪

♪ No hard feelings for you or anyone ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Baby, I'm going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Said I'm going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Where I'll stay, that's
where I'm gonna be ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Where I'll stay ♪

♪ Say I'm going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪
♪ You'll find me in Hawaii ♪

♪ And I'll stay ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ We're going to Hawaii, baby now ♪

♪ Find me in Hawaii ♪

♪ And I'll stay there ♪

♪ Going to Hawaii ♪

♪ I'm going to Hawaii ♪