All language subtitles for Djävulens Öga (Ingmar Bergman, 1960) ENG

The chastity of a woman
is a sty in the eye of the

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Alas, I have a message from Hell.

Hell is horn-shaped.

At the bottom are sinners
whose sorrows are ending

Then other hells
and close to the ground, ours

imagined by the strong heads
of Christianity

This inverted ministry is run
by a Satan

who has become increasingly
powerful through the ages

eternally rejuvenated, evolving,
and increasingly human.

Even spiritualized.

Our play starts here.

Satan has something wrong with his eye

perhaps a sty

which must have come
from a draught of air

unbelievable in Hell

or from some drama
that has taken place on Earth

This is why
he has called his advisers

Count Armand de Rochefoucault

and Marquis Giuseppe
de Maccopazza

Let us mention

that the Count was a politician
and a famous poisoner,

a great lover of plainsong

whereas the perversions of the Marquis

made the wings of the archangels
quiver with delight

unto the very depths of Hell.

If the problem were not so serious
I would find it stimulating.

Let us then go to the root of the evil
to the sty of the Master

Absolutely, my dear Marquis.

You mean?

The chastity of a young woman.
What a challenge to Hell!

20 years old. As beautiful as a rose.
And intelligent too.

Perfect health and teeth.
Engaged to be married.

And still a virgin.

Yes, still.

Unbearable situation.

If she marries as she is,

the consequences will be disastrous.

Heaven will exalt, the archangels
will sound their trumpets

and will make an infernal din.

This must be avoided!

I stress the danger of setting a precedent.

What would happen if others
started to follow her example

The result? Order and submission,

monogamy, happy marriage.
Let us not exaggerate

Marriage will remain
the solid basis of Hell

our masterpiece.

Exactly. What would Hell
be without marriage

Dear Sirs, I an sick.
Something must be done.

Certainly, Master.
Something must be done.

Yes, something must be done.

Satan has his moments of genius.

Admit it!

When innocence reigns,
evil is not far away.

We do not lack weapons
to fire at this young heart.

Francesco da Pisa,
who raped two thousand nuns

the Count Zum Felsenstein

whose virility doubled
the Silesian population.

And all this

is nothing

for the artist,

the fanatic,

the dreamer...

the great

Don Juan.

Greetings, Lord.

Are you well?

Yes, since you have
given me back my sleep.

And your dreams

I endure them.

Apart from that, you are content
Yes.

Except that I feel a little fragile

as if my insides have been burned

and my skin covered nothing.

There is still much time.

Yes, Lord, I know.

And your punishment

I find it tedious, almost unworthy of me.

Painful like a toothache,
but not intolerable.

Please excuse me.

Of course.

Pablo!

Yes

Do you have a cold

It is the smoke, Master.

Give me the powder
and my purple dressing gown.

The first sorrow of the day awaits.
You recognized her

Not, but you will recognize her
by taking off her skirts.

You have been telling me that every day
for 300 years. And you cannot change

Because nothing must change.

I forgive you.

Let the beautiful one enter.
I am ready. Was she crying

Cried? Devil, yes!

Women are bathed in tears.

Their tears stream everywhere.

A man could drown
in all this salt water

But it is curious in this dry air.

Hell has its whims.

The tears of a woman can
weigh more than lead.

I kitted you out like an old trollop.

So you will enjoy your sorrow in beauty.

You were not waiting for me so early

Your servant, sir.

Surprising not to find you
in the arms of some girl.

I assure you...

Your servant had to make her leave

by a secret door.

Darling! How can you?

I come to kill you.

You are brave and you play a tight hand.

You spare me a delicious frisson.

My chest will open to your dagger

as your thighs opened
to the dart of my love.

Give us this ultimate ecstasy,

the only one that our bodies
did not taste.

I offer my death to you
as I offered you my life.

Consume this sacrifice

to purify our love for ever.

My vision is troubled, Don Juan.

Silver flames from your mouth
burn me. Your arm...

My treasure,
come and rest for a moment.

Drink this wine to recover your hatred.

That I may help you to release
your breasts. Let kiss your neck.

Keep your dagger and your
hatred, my love.

Oh, I am burning, Don Juan!

I want to calm you,
to release you from your clothes.

I love you, Don Juan.

The play is finished.

The play is finished.

The next woman will arrive
and the scene will be repeated.

The same scene, the same ending.

The old demon is coming
to sound the end of the play.

I have a proposal to make to you.

You can accept or refuse.

Only Hell practices free will.

I am listening.

Look at this portrait.

I propose that you go up to
Earth and corrupt this girl

from her virginity, her purity
and her faith in love.

What will the celestial powers say

The angels are so naive

when it is a question of girls.

You should know.

Earth, Don Juan. One evening,
one night and one morning.

All the power of Hell will be with you.

What does
the virtue of a young woman weigh

I reduce your punishment
by 300 years, Don Juan,

and give you a serene sleep
without the knowledge of Heaven.

A sleep without dreams.

Will Pablo accompany me

Yes.

Do you want to see the Earth again

What a question, Master!

The terrestrial paradise
is my paradise.

I will enjoy it like a fool.

We will be alive.

Exactly!

I will suck out life, benefit from life

wallow in life.

Then it will be done.

My eye is already better.

The Marquis and I studied
various methods

of seduction applicable
to this Scandinavian country.

Il appears that

a sudden attack is preferable
to a prolonged siege.

The seducer will use tenderness
and the firmest resolution

not leaving any doubt to the object.

That is understood.

A Mediterranean liveliness in his tone

purity and moderation
in order to inspire confidence.

We have adopted

an elegiac tone
a mere nothing of sorrow overcome

in order to exalt
the imagination and sympathy.

In this, we are experts.

Any declaration
suggesting coldness

or perversion
is strictly prohibited.

For what do they take us

A bit of cynicism stemming
from wounded idealism is authorized

even recommended.

The young Scandinavian woman
is receptive

to a refined speech
tinted by a foreign accent.

A virile attitude is an advantage

although not essential.

She is not used to compliments

and one must praise her charms
and her clothes, but with prudence.

If the seducer is too enthusiastic

she will think that he lies
and the game is lost.

Summary

The Scandinavian woman is impassioned
surprising, independent

loyal and romantic,
but absolute in her passion.

She often gets cold feet.

To take her immodesty
for frivolity

would be to underestimate her.

Inexperienced, but curious.

Easier to access in summer
when she has less clothes.

She is seldom aware
of her femininity

thus she is easy to capture.

Her morality is impenetrable
she is thus difficult to keep.

Some think that God
has died or does not exist,

empty sky
and inaccessible eternity.

They say that evil is one
of the implacable laws of nature,

that good is a perversion
inexplicable by man.

This is certainly
the basis of a tragedy.

But this is a comedy,
so your host must act differently.

Hell is underground,

God and his angels populate
the seven skies

and in the middle, Earth
in all its splendour.

Don Juan and Pablo
emerge in the autumn sun

at one of these dried up wells

which go down
into the infernal labyrinths

by secret elevators.

Blind and staggering, they
contemplate the terrestrial paradise.

Trees! Flowers!
Clouds!

More trees! Grass!
Water! Birds!

Look at the grass, the flowers!

What am I doing? I'm taking care
of your safety, my lambs.

In agreement with Satan?

Completely.

I am one of the oldest
and more malicious demons of Hell.

To such a degree that
the Master often says

I have finally had enough of you

But he says it in a friendly way.

Now what did I want to say? Ah yes!

I must take care that these
gentlemen fulfill their mission.

Indeed,

Satan particularly insisted
on the fact...

Satan especially charged me
to keep an eye on Pablo.

No jokes with the women
he said.

My sense of humour too
is limited.

I will be able to find a way
to deceive you.

Always try.

Here is what men call so lightly
the game of chance

Pasteur arrives in his car.
I disappear

to create the breakdown.

I have always said it:
The Lord helps his own!

My first breakdown

and two angels appear
as if they have come from on high!

My life is a series
happy misfortunes.

It is as if the Devil and his minions

retracted their tails
when I arrive.

You are unmarried, Pasteur

On the contrary.

My wife is intelligent and beautiful.

I have less sense, but I have a good heart
and I am easy to deceive.

I imagine that all that balances out.

Do you have any dau... children

Only a girl.

She is the apple of my eye.

A rose of Saron.

She is of an age to marry.

A nice guy, graduate agronomist.

He is taking the fields to farm.

So the young couple
will become our neighbors.

Thanks be to God.

You will dine with me at the presbytery

We cannot decline.

You are heartily welcome, sirs.

My dear, I have guests.

Renata is not very well.

Her health is poor

but she wants to see you.

Here are my friends and benefactors.

They will stay to dine.
It will be a pleasant evening.

We are not disturbing you

On the contrary, I was dying of boredom.

You see,

my husband cannot stand
the sadness of our life.

My wife writes poems.

A pastime.

I hope we will be able to hear some.

There is no question of that!

We must spare ones hosts.

I must show you my daughter.

You will like her.

I am convinced of it.

We will return soon.

Love

One of my predecessors,
of whom this is a portrait,

who was very original
and extremely versed in all matters

accepted one evening
the offers of service of a evil

as ordinary compensation.

And what did Pasteur do?

He pulled the unsavoury individual
into this cupboard and closed the door.

The doors turned reddish brown
on the inside.

And what do you have there?

My wife doesn't like me to have a glass...

Do you know why I say that

I would also like to lock up a devil.

I would make it speak.

Forgive me, Renata.
But it is good and cleans me out.

Let us go and see Britt-Marie.

Get out of my bed
or I will call my husband.

Please, think of my reputation

The scandal

The servants

I will not leave my bed

simply because a lout
has taken possession of it.

Why do you blow at my neck?

Your neck is one of
the most delicious I have seen

and I draw aside the hair
from it to admire it.

I am dazzled by the striking beauty
of your hair.

Your nose is particularly large and ugly

whatever that means.

And your mouth is special,
whatever that means.

Moreover, your smell drives me insane.

Wait before doing anything.

Resist a little, to increase our pleasure.

Do not say anything, I know all.

I read it in your eyes.

Your wisdom, your character,
your femininity,

your fragile health

all, absolutely all forbids you to yield

to passion.

Really

But in your heart,
hides a weak point, Renata.

A flood of sensuality
restrained too long.

Your dreams alone
leave it free course.

You think so
Resist still a little.

Where was I

In my dreams.
Ah yes.

In your dreams,
you taste a pleasure

without equal,
at the limit of shame.

How do you know

One picks these things
up over the years.

And you are a great example.

But only the inspiration counts.

I am inspired, I will not keep it up.

You are tired.

Yes, my legs are on fire

and my stomach does not feel right.

Come in, come in

Greetings.

I bet Jonas that everything
would be painted by tomorrow.

He does not believe it.

They did all the decoration
themselves.

Welcome to my house.

Enchanted.

A true hostess

You are its first host.
A good sign.

I break down, and as if ascended
from the very bowels of the earth...

Father! The usher has been waiting
for you since 3 o'clock

My God, you have made me forget

I must hurry.

Stay well, dear friends

Jonas wants to put the dining room there.

Myself, I would like to see it
as the children's room. Come and see.

It faces full south,
ideal for the children.

But he wants his dining room.

Who will win

He will, until the little ones arrive.

Will there be many

Jonas wants at least four of them

but twelve do not frighten me.

Do you have any

Why do you smile
Because you are watching me.

I was comparing you to Jonas.

Favourably

Naturally.

May I see the kitchen

It is almost finished.
Not bad, eh

That comes from my grandmother.

The old clock too
comes from her.

And on the floor we have put tiles
very easy to maintain.

And these wall cupboards

Jonas did all the carpentry.

Bravo Jonas!

Yes, he is only twenty-five years old
but he is calm

and masculine
almost like a father.

Il must be marvellous.
Yes, it is.

And intelligent. He calculates everything
with a slide rule.

And if he forgets it

He never forgets anything.

And you love him!
Yes.

We were promised in marriage
when I was 13. He was 18.

And you marry him.

It is so comforting to have
a strong man at one's side.

Never an argument

Sometimes, I am annoyed.

Then he explains my reactions
and calms me down.

He knows human nature.

He has no faults

He eats noisily and
does not wash his feet.

Those are not really
faults.

I congratulate you.

Thank you. I am so proud of him.

You will be happy.

Absolutely.

Let us see the bedroom.

No, not that.

Do as I say. Close your eyes.

Describe me.

Blue eyes, fair hair, pretty nose
a mouth for kisses

high breasts, rounded hips.

As if made for love...

Silence!

You are wounded

We hardly know each other

and you speak to me already about love.

Doesn't Jonas speak about it

You pose too many questions.

Oh, forgive me.

I forgive you.

He is the only one
that you have embraced

Of course not. What do you imagine

May I kiss you

Of course.

The real Don Juan.

Quite so.

It was very innocent.

It's my turn to kiss you.

You are the thirty-seventh.

The thirty-seventh

I want to reach fifty
before my marriage.

You know the women

A little.

Of course you know them.

And I, who do not know anything
I make you tremble.

I know one thing.

What is that

I love Jonas.
Nothing will stop this love.

And all others
It was a joke.

You kissed me.

I wanted to know.

I wanted to kiss you to see.

And then?

I felt without stopping

your voice, your way of looking at me
then the kiss.

That does not change anything.

Nothing

I love Jonas.

I love his kisses, his gestures,

his way of holding me.

You like to play with fire.

Life would be quite sad
if one never lied.

And people believe you!

Me, for example.

Yes, for example. But perhaps
this is bad to play like that.

Jonas reproaches me for it.
He finds it cruel.

But it is too tempting.

Men want others to lie to them.

They promise to believe
all that people say to them.

Does nothing touch you

Touch me

I never lie to Jonas.

Naturally, Jonas would see clearly.

You are being ironic about Jonas.
And you enjoy it.

You live according to principles

which are the most sacred of life.

Coarse and stupid.

No, I understand you.

I do not believe in them.
It is true.

My principles are not to have any.

Vice is my virtue,
debauchery my asceticism

impiety my religion.

Basically, we are like each other.

You are afraid

Yes, but not of you.

Then of yourself.

I know one thing.

You are not an ordinary man

and you can wound me with death.

It is my dearest desire.

Strange.

What?

At the bottom of my heart,
I want this wound.

But one should not.

You must think
of your little Jonas.

I must safeguard my love.

Which is only of words.

Self-conceit of a young woman.

Your vanity,
your air of any knowledge

drape themselves in a show of love.

Il is necessary to love
in order to know love.

You speak like a believer.

But God only exists for believers.

You neither believe nor know anything.

Do not be so sure.

I am perhaps incapable of love

but I have seen it at close quarters.

It is a rare gift

Yes, a rare gift.

Few are capable of love.

And they suffer infinitely.

You believe that they are close to God
and that they illumine with His light

those who wander in darkness.

It is possible
that you are right. I don't know.

I have chosen another road:

Contempt and indifference.

I do not understand.

Not, you do not understand.

You do not hope for anything

I do not hope for anything.

You do not dream

Not, I do not dream.

Then you are dead.

It is true.

What do you want of me

To hurt me

To poison me

To kill me

Jonas only had
to come tomorrow.

This is the end of the first act.

They was the first movements
of this rather frivolous quadrille.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
I forgot one thing.

As you suspect,
Hell governs time.

Satan has just unleashed a storm.

Pasteur requests his hosts
remain for the night.

They accept, for obvious reasons.

What else do I have to say to you

The black cat is part of the circle

and feasts in the kitchen.

Thus Pasteur
nurses three vipers.

The autumn is early.

In the south, where I come from

the autumnal storms are announced
by an immense crimson cloud

which sits on the horizon
for seven nights.

People said

that it was a goatskin full of divine tears

poured over our sins.

The seventh night, when the cloud bursts

the rain is one of salt and bitterness.

All the bells ring out.

How very interesting!

Let us see if God cries on us from above.

Do not be foolish.

Can I have the cream?

Ah yes, the pigs will arrive.

They will have to marry quickly.

Jonas, we could...

I have an exciting way.

Not now.

The rate of births
will be enormous. That will make...

Change this rule.

Why?
It is not funny.

It is you who are not funny.

Thank you.

You telephone me.

To tell me to come immediately

with a funny voice.
Then I got cut off.

Someone played a joke on you.
The joke of a cretin!

Have the children finished arguing

Jonas is acting boorishly.

You want to leave the table, do you

Thank you for Your gifts. Amen.

You are ridiculous.

It is rather you who are ridiculous.

I will forgive if you forgive.
What generosity!

I am annoyed.

Then be annoyed.

You are badly raised and insolent
insolent and badly brought up

without good manners, you are...
badly brought up.

And you, you are...

Go on, say it!

Selfish and spoiled.

Do not restrict yourself.

You are selfish and spoiled.

Why argue?

I am going.

Stay.

Not, he will get us out
of other horrors yet.

Go ahead, say it to me!

You did not kiss me
when I arrived.

Did that annoy you

It wounded me.

Is that better

Not at all.

Then leave!

It was one autumn evening,

the moon was full and the air cold.

Don Juan, escaping, climbed a wall

and found himself in a cemetery.

He then saw rising
the statue of the governor

a distinguished man
that he had killed in a duel.

Our guest is writing
a biography of Don Juan.

Thus...

Seeing this white colossus
under the moon,

he was taken
over by an irresistible feeling of gaiety.

He invited it to dinner.

To his astonishment,
the statue bowed to him.

As if accepting.

That evening, Don Juan dined alone.

Pablo served at table.

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.

The noise resounded
throughout the house.

Don Juan told Pablo to open it.

The statue started to speak:

Do you regret your life?

Don Juan shouted "no"
at his stone guest.

Its terrible fist sent
out a stream of fire and ice

and Don Juan felt his flesh melt.

He clutched at the inhuman foot
which was crushing him.

Then he was pressed
right through the ground,

down to the bottom of Hell.

Very, very interesting.

But why this history

Because we have spoken of our
experiences.

Experiences!
That does not mean anything to me.

My day is filled with experiences

small and large, beautiful
and ugly. Sometimes too many for me.

Renata, my little one, be calm.

Leave me alone!

Calm yourself.

You do not understand.
It is ridiculous.

Can't I help you

Not, nobody can.
All this is too idiotic.

Thank you for today, dear God.

And one more thing?

Help me to understand my wife.

She suffers
and I don't know what to do.

Yet another thing...

Dear God, open my eyes.

Show me the hidden sufferings
of men.

Take away my frankness

and give me another view,
clear but charitable.

Thank you. Amen.

I frightened you? You were sleeping

I do not believe you. You are sick

Not especially.

What do you have

I come only for...

For what

Nothing.

To look at you.

Sit down on the bed.

Thank you.
Tell me.

You would be sad if I died

Where do these ideas come from

Answer me.

My sorrow would be terrible.

Why

Strange question? I love you.

I am just a weight
for you and Britt-Marie.

That is not true.
We have all our defects.

You do not understand me.

No

I would like to understand you so much
to really understand you.

It is a comedy.

Each of you sees me

in a different role.

Nobody sees the truth.

We must be honest.

You are so right, Pasteur.
Honesty.

Did I say something wrong
No, not at all.

Good night, my friend.
Sleep on your big ear.

Wake up in your beautiful world

with your good people
and with your experiences.

Goodnight.

And if I were unfaithful

Unfaithful.

What

If I slept with another.

What an idea!

What would you do

What would I do

I would... I don't know.

You would drive me out

What an absurd question!

You would still love me

I must love you no matter what happens.

Love will not cease for such a thing.

It still exists.

You know that I would like to shout

No, I didn't know.

Goodnight, my husband.

Forgive me if I frightened you.

I will not start again so quickly.

If something
touched your heart

I could sympathize.

That would be good.

I don't know.

I will think about it.

Good night, Renata.
God bless you.

How did you get in?

By the door.

Before you closed it.
And I hid there

And now, I show myself.

Here I am.

Leave!

Our time has come.
We have waited long enough.

Like all men,
you chatter, but after...

I am an impassioned man.

Be quiet and leave.

I am a great big ridiculous ninny

but do not wake me up.

Leave me in peace.
I have had enough of it, enough

You do not want
to sleep with me?

Not, I do not.

Three hundred years in Hell,
I languished for love.

For 300 years,
I remained the same man

but I had to endure
the torment of continence

because I died
in the arms of my nurse.

For 300 years I kept
everything inside me, Renata.

You don't see that every day.

Do not judge me according to my clothes.

You come from Hell!
You want me to believe you

Yes!

Heaven or Hell, what does it matter

You do not risk anything.

You can live
unforgettable moments.

Unforgettable.

It will be a dream.

Yes, a dream.

But it will not be a dream with me.

Let us pretend!
I am too old.

Fake it.

That is all that I do.

You see me in Hell?

Naked, thin, senile and gray,
breathing dust.

Day after day, always
the same sad tasks.

Imagine me...

I am not
one of these great swindlers,

only one who is half-damned
without joy or hope.

If I get to Heaven
it will be also sad.

Then I was granted one day
and one night on Earth

and I meet you!

You are the masterpiece
most beautiful, most marvellous,

softest, finest,
most extraordinary

that Pablo ever knew.

Oh, I know that I annoy you.

No.

You are amusing enough.

I do not have anything
any more to say.

I turn over to my daily grind.

Think of poor Pablo.

I also had a mother

who cried over my sins.

At least
she was tender with me.

Come here.

You do not have shame
to awaken the mother in me

No.

You succeeded
in touching my heart.

That is good.

And in giving me an experience.

Thank you.

You are entitled to a reward.

Thank you.

You may kiss me.

It is forbidden! Do not forget!

You do not obey?
As you see.

A pity for you. And for her.

What is the matter?
I am a demon.

A devil from Hell. Do you understand

Very, very interesting.

But I am dreaming.

Heavens no, I am awake!
What do you want

Troubles, Pasteur.

I am not one of these merry devils
who haggle over hearts.

I am a spoilsport.

I am honoured nevertheless that
this has happened to me!

Thank you, Lord!
Enough of that!

Even a devil has right
to a little respect!

Forgive me. I was not paying attention.

What do you have in your heart

I have no heart.

Your wife is going to bed

with one of your nice guests.

What do you say?

Are you deaf?

Your wife is sleeping with another man.
Is it clear

You want to say that Renata
Is getting ready to...

Dear little devil,
you should find something else.

I do not require that you believe me.

I want you to get up

and go to the door of Renata's room.

It is closed.

Here's the key.

Go ahead!

And if I refuse?
You will be alright.

Nothing is more attracting than evil.

You are a true devil.

I flatter myself for it.

Then you will open it?
And finally, you will know.

You will be able to see clearly,
to understand,

to see the loathing, the animal desire

to expose your heart
to the poisonous bite,

to become more human.

You who have feigned your life

and believed in human kindness.

Open the door.

Contemplate the stinking flower
of adultery.

You and your experiences!

Here is an experience

which will tighten your throat.

Shall we have a drink first?

Yes!

Good idea.
Let us fortify ourselves in evil.

I am so nervous I can't find the bottle.

You are smaller. Help me.

I can't see anything.
On the left. Lower down.

I will get a chair.

That's it.

You see it now
I have it!

Here it was and you took it...

Then keep it, my brother.

You will need it

before you set out again
to your place.

I have a devil in my wall cupboard!

How are you?

Your gin goes down nicely.

I am glad.

Thank you. Will you go and see your wife

That notion would not come into my head.

You are a wet chicken.

Keep talking, brother.

I will benefit from your knowledge.

I will not make use of it
to do evil, but good.

Devil!

It is useless to make a scene,
to be sad or to shout.

If you are nice, I will request
that you go to Heaven.

What spite,
coming from a priest!

You flatter me.

Sleep now. We will speak again
tomorrow. Goodnight.

Report on the devil
in my cupboard.

End of the Second Act.
Here begins the Third.

One moment of patience please.

The author added
a description of nature

a sort of weather report

that I must transmit to you.

The night is black,

full moon, complete silence.

Various scents of the dew,

There is still a full moon, etc.

Let us jump all that
and come straight to the facts.

Do to me what you will.

I cannot bear your suffering.
Than anything I know.

It overpowers me more

Set me free by your suffering.

My suffering!

I do not love you

your body does not disturb me.

You are strange and intimidating
but you do not frighten me any more.

My love for Jonas
will remain intact.

You will wound only me, and yourself.

Did you sleep?

I slept and I dreamed.

Do devils dream?

Nightmares, Pasteur,
for others.

Do you want me to tell them

It would be very interesting.

You have a girl, a rose of Saron,

a virgin among the ground pots.

Be quiet!

As you wish, Pasteur.

No, tell.

While one of the guests
slept with your wife,

the other seduced your daughter.

All that is your fault

because you asked them
to stay the night.

Then, what do you say?

Lmpossible.

This is what it is like

to have a devil in the cupboard.

Too late!

You always arrive too late!

Excuse me.

What is the matter?

I don't know
I must have lost my head.

I have a devil in the cupboard.

He dreamed that you...

You sleepwalk?

Not any more.

Before, yes

and that disorientates me.

One sees things
under another light

Are you alright?

Yes.

Did you cry

Goodnight, father.

Goodnight, my little daughter.

I will go and dig the garden

and sit on the grass

in the rain.

I will feel good, in the open air.

For my breakfast,
I will eat

some of these green apples
which grow close to the metal grid.

Then I will set out again for Hell.

But I will be grateful.
Do you understand?

And now, Renata?

He touched my heart.

It was not the hardest heart.

What was it then?

I thought unceasingly of you.

Of me?

I felt pity for you.

And now?

I do not know.

You will stay with me?

Where would I go?

Can we start again?

Not, I don't think so.

Will we change?

We can try.

Go back in and lie down. It is chilly.

I looked for you everywhere.

Jonas has arrived.

I have to prepare to meet him.

But first I have something to say to you.

I love you.

Yes, I am going away.

Have pity on me.

I beg you.

Please, let me believe

that you have a certain feeling for me.

Lie, and I will believe you

blindly.

I beg you.

I humiliate myself.

You say that you love me.

But your love is indifferent for me.

I do not understand.

Yesterday, I was a little girl
who liked to play.

I was fascinated
by your cold violence.

I wanted to be hurt.

I was afraid, but not much.

I thought that my love for Jonas
protected me from everything.

Tonight, I understand my mistake.

My love does not protect
me from anything.

Your suffering had burned me.

Suddenly, I wanted to hold you
against me, to give you everything.

A lie too.
I know it now.

They was dangerous dreams
surrounding my desire

a desire of which I was unaware.

Tonight matured me.

The performance is over.

Those on high have deceived us.

Our spite is put to evil work

by their icily calculating kindness.

I have had enough, I will withdraw.

Heaven will manage without Hell.

It will see whether it is easy.

Our best weapon against a young girl.

And the result is

The unfeeling one has returned
sick with love!

Curtain, curtain!

It is not finished!

A priest, whom Hell took for a simpleton

changes, wakes up,

lock up my best demon in its cupboard!

In short, it becomes a power
upon which we may count.

And that is not all.

A woman of a competence
that Hell would not disavow

opens her eyes on herself
and feels pity for her husband.

She will perhaps even become
a good wife.

Nor is this all?

As for this dog of Pablo's

it defies my will and its punishments.

Whoever was it who had the foolish idea

to send Don Juan to Earth

It is true...

It was my own idea.

This trade of mine starts to nauseate me.

It is sad and inelegant
to admit the victory of love

and the complete defeat of evil.

I am getting old.

Leave me.

Don Juan, keep me
company a little longer.

I cannot say
that I love you,

and surely you have enough love

but without you,
my life would have been absurd

and I will be faithful for you

until the end of damnation.

That is all.

Don Juan
Yes, Lord.

Before, did you suffer from jealousy

Yes, Lord.

Then allow me a small, mean action.

You, over there, what is your name?

I forgot, monseigneur.

Your hearing is famous.

That is true.

What has happened to our virtuous girl

That will interest our sentimental friend.

I have heard something? Very unpleasant.

Bells

A horrible noise.

Will you take as your lawful wedded wife

will you take as your
lawful wedded husband

The girl says Yes.
Continue!

She said it so loud, Sir.
The noise hurt me.

What else

A great festival...
No, the young woman is not there.

Where can she be

Not, not there. Oh, I can hear it!

She is laughing.

A young man is breathing heavily on her.

She tries to speak,
but he stifles her with kisses.

And afterwards?

Silence.

I hear a bed, a rustling of clothes

Perhaps an auditory illusion.

She is breathing strongly, like this

What can you hear

She is breathing heavily

then silence.

Complete silence.

Now she is shouting, but not with grief.

I cannot describe this cry.

These gentlemen will perhaps understand.

Oh! She is crying, but not with sorrow.

Then with happiness
I don't know.

My eye should heal.
But the sty is still there.

Very strange.

Two young people are
speaking with each other.
I can hear what they are saying.

Do not hold me so tightly

Then he says: Why not

She says: I have an abrasion on my lip

He says: But how did you do that

He laughs and says:

Someone else kissed you

And she says: How stupid you are!

I never kissed another man.

I hear that she lies!

By the rotten tooth of my grandmother

The sty has disappeared!

Hell finally won a victory!

Can I leave

Of course. Good evening, sirs.

Does that hurt

If it pleases you, yes.

But I am not complaining.

You are ridiculous
with your punishments

You, Satan, and He up there.

And I despise you.

Don Juan will never submit

even if you crush him in terror.

I remain Don Juan,
scorning both God and Devil.

And I allow myself
to spit at your feet.

Good evening, My Lord.

May you and He up there

succeed in your cheap trade!

Let Don Juan sleep.

With or without dreams

With, naturally.

Which kind of dreams

Terrestrial paradise.

And especially of love.

Isn't that too cruel
monseigneur

Nothing is too cruel

for those who love.

Ladies and Gentlemen
our play is drawing to a close.

Heaven triumphed
there can be no doubt.

But Hell has gained something too.

As the author of our comedy says

A small victory for Hell

can be worse than a great
success for Heaven.

But to help you forget these
painful, even suspect truths

here is a final scene

of true love in all its splendour.

You will see the young couple
plunged in magic

from their wedding night.

Very interesting, as Pasteur would say.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you for eternity, amen.

I can kiss you?

Yes, but softly.