All language subtitles for James.Ivory.Savages.1972

♪ They call us savages♪

♪ Because we dare to love♪

♪ And say time's ravages♪

♪ Will cloud the moon above♪

♪ They disapprove♪

♪ Of our untamed desire♪

♪ How often we've been told♪

♪ That love grows cold♪

♪ But we've invented♪

♪ Fire♪

♪ We're called barbarians♪

♪ Because we found romance♪

♪ They see the very answer♪

♪ In a lover's glance♪

♪ They'd make our paradise♪

♪ Into a cage♪

♪ In place of rapture♪

♪ We'd face capture♪

♪ Eden's not for those♪

♪ Their age♪

♪ In jungle fashion our♪

♪ Fates rendezvous♪

♪ We'll let our passion flower♪

♪ Without taboo♪

♪ Because the joy of being savage is♪

♪ Being savages♪

♪ With you♪

♪ The joy of being savage is♪

♪ Being savages♪

♪ With you♪♪

[Leaves Rustling]

[Man Narrating In German]

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[Creaks]

[Muttering]

[All Muttering, Whimpering]

[Moaning Softly]

[Woman Narrating In German]

[Grunting]

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[Grunting]

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[Growls Angrily]

[Woman Narrating In German]

[Mutters]

[Muffled Laughing]

[Chuckles]

[Grunting]

[Grunting]

[Moaning]

[Man]
You see, everything is very small.

All the things are the same as -
as the real things...

but here they're very, very small.

[Woman]
Why worry about it?

I don't worry about it.
I think about it.

[Trilling]

You.

[Ringing]

The little engine is Idru,
the fire god...

and the bands of steel
are Erba, his lover.

They have been enchanted.

Idru is condemned to travel on the body
of his lover without ever finding her.

Don't believe her.
The story is quite different.

That is the story.
My mother has told me many times.

Admit it:
You're a cunning little liar.

Whose is it?

It belongs to me.

- Who bought it for you?
- No one bought it for me.

- You stole it.
- No, I didn't.

- You stole it.
- No, I didn't.

I'll give you half.
I wouldn't give it to the others.

- You better watch out.
- [Woman] Flows out of the open sockets...

and is attracted by the nickel,
cobalt and iron of the metal buildings...

which have magnetic properties.

In a matter of months,
the electricity builds up...

turning cities into huge magnets.

The natural flow of our nervous system's
electrical impulses is interrupted...

and in many cases actually destroyed.

One's thinking grows muddled.

That is why city dwellers
become crazed and commit so many murders.

Do you find that man attractive?

- I hate him.
- [Woman] Because the buildings are made mostly of wood.

Come. Come, I want to
show you something.

Needless to say, are not -

See? Mine are bigger than yours.

- Why?
- I touch them all the time. It makes it bigger.

[Man]
I advise you not to carry fountain pens.

There's a strange model of a -
of a villa in the library.

Do you like me?

Yes.

There's a strange model
of a villa in the house, you know.

- Where?
- In the small library.

The very dark room
with the statue.

Oh, you mean the sanctuary.

Any number of strange things in there.

I never bother much
about that myself.

- Will you join us?
- No, thank you.

[Giggling]

[Giggling]

Whoa.

Be careful.

[Buzzing]

There.

[Buzzing]

[Giggling]

- [Buzzing]
- What are you doing?

[Woman]
We're burning the bees.

- What are you doing?
- We're burning the bees.

[Yelling]

Do you want to see a trick?

We're making love.

We're gathering mushrooms.

[Distant Rumbling]

Here.

Come here.
[Chuckles]

[Chuckles]

I like you.

Good man. Good fellow.

- I like you.
- Why?

[Laughs]
I like that.

You know why I like you?

You walk like a -

like -

Like this.
[Laughing]

Now it's my turn.

[Distant Rumbling]

- [Water Running]
- And this is a misshapen octahedron.

These are as many
as you will ever see in one place.

This is a St. Germain Fairmaine.

Don't touch it.
Don't breathe on it.

Don't do anything to it
because it turns brown.

Do not touch the flowers.

If you smell them,
they will turn brown and die.

Here. They match your dress.

- They match your beauty.
- You shouldn't have picked them. They're so rare.

Rare? As rare as your beauty?

Have you picked the flowers?

Evil, evil to pick them.

To kill flowers.

Beautiful.

Beautiful tetragonals.

You deserved that.

[Distant Rumbling]

- Now you won't catch up.
- But you didn't hit me. Your ball missed.

- Don't be a poor loser.
- Don't be silly.

- Don't be a silly goose.
- Take your punishment.

It didn't hit me.
He missed my ball.

What does it matter?
Get your ball. Follow your ball.

You're holding up the game.

Wait. Your hair.
Fix your hair.

It's all over and very ugly.

♪♪ [Classical]

"After a first introduction, there is, no doubt,
some difficulty in starting a conversation.

"The weather, the newspaper,
the last accident, the little dog...

"and love of horses are good...

"and unfailing resources...

"except that very few people have the readiness
to remember this wealth of subjects at once.

"Some shy talkers have a sort of empirical
way of starting a subject with a question like this:

"'Do you know the meaning and derivation
of the term "bric-a-brac"?'

"'Do you believe in ghosts?'

'Is there more talent displayed in learning the violin
than in playing a first-rate game of chess?'"

Never laugh loudly in the street.

- Have you seen the table?
- No.

Carlotta has not been subtle.

Precedence has not been
strictly observed.

You've been seated on her left,
and Nürder is on her right.

Well, it's inevitable that I shall have to
deal with Nürder at some point.

It's very clever of her.

You will not be able to have
a word with him without her hearing.

- You don't trust Carlotta, do you?
- No one trusts Carlotta.

It's because everyone distrusts her equally
that we all come.

If she had one real loyalty,
the spell would be broken.

♪♪ [Continues]

I must talk to Nürder.
You promised you'd seat me next to him.

Sir Harry and Lady Cora
will be more important to you...

and more sympathetic to your work.

Nürder has a rather less benign view...

of the proper place
of the brown-skinned poor.

♪♪ [Continues]

I want you to know Julian Branch well.

He's an extraordinary talent.

One hears that our young musical genius
is now writing a book.

- Mmm.
- And that it is dedicated to -

Oh, the dedication's
neither here nor there.

My greatest reward
is in seeing his work grow day by day.

- He lets you read -
- Everything. Everything.

I've heard, Mr. Branch,
that you frequent our music halls.

Strange, I think, for a serious composer
to frequent a music hall.

It's not strange at all.

The maestro Analetti
knew the art of juggling...

and Von Hindendorff
danced the mazurka with gypsies.

There is much to be learned
at the music hall.

I don't think you learn anything
at a music hall.

Look.

Wouldn't you like
to be able to do...

this?

Do you like that girl?

Well, Cecily is attractive,
don't you think?

I find her excessive.

What a strange word
to use for such a modest girl.

[Woman]
I find her modesty excessive...

and I will find her liaison
with Nürder excessively boring.

What's not understood here
is how very fragile his hold will prove to be.

I assure you, he is bluffing.

Fortunes will be lost.

Yes.

And other fortunes will be made.

That's the man.

- Who's the man?
- Him.

Oh, I do wish it weren't impolite
to point. The fat one.

- Oh, you mean Nürder.
- I don't know his name.

Margaret Davenport pointed him out to me
the other day at the opera.

They say he killed a man in Africa.

- [Nürder Laughing]
- More than one man.

- [Woman] I remember the last party -
- [Nürder Laughing]

[Chattering]

Nürder's quite the coming man,
I should say.

Quite the man to watch.

They say the green shirts
make no move without first -

Excuse me.

Surely that isn't Mrs. Penning.

She wouldn't show herself here now.

Sorry I'm late, loves,
but I got stuck in a cab...

and I can't say it was
a handsome cab either.

But, God, Nürder's here!

- How do you do, Otto?
- Better, Emily. Better.

I hear you bought up the place
and sold it again.

Good for you, Otto.

And Harry.

Sir Harry, isn't it now?

And Lady Cora.

Hats off to you, Carlotta.
It's old home week.

Home? Things are
rather different at home.

Your young musician
seems to know Mrs. Penning.

Who is she?

Why does her face move
so violently?

It's - It's rather a famous lady -

rather a famous face.

She's been close to Nürder, I think.

And to people
more powerful than Nürder.

But that was some years ago.

Ancient history.
Everyone always talks about ancient history.

You are so young.

You must excuse me, my dear.
I've quite forgotten how to speak to the young.

You must tell me, my dear,
what we will talk about.

Do you think you would feel at home
in a political discussion?

I am told I am most myself
in political discussions.

Please, not politics.

Quite nice men turn into beasts
when they become political.

Don't you think? I'm quite sure
the world of politics must be a jungle.

Do not call the forest
that shelters you a jungle.

- [Man] An Ashanti proverb.
- Eh?

An Ashanti proverb.
You've quoted an Ashanti saying.

- You know Africa?
- I was there, yes.

- Where were you?
- Did you run into him, Otto?

Who were you with?

I was among the Kurelu at the end...

though I began
in a more official way.

I know them. The Mudpeople.

Sutville-Boroughs says they're
the most interesting folk on the continent.

Yes, and even Sutville-Boroughs only knew
the surface of their strangeness.

There were traces in their society
of a very ancient matrilineal culture.

And their queen
takes a new consort every year.

And the old one -

His throat was not slit, actually.

His head was completely crushed
with a great stone.

[Cecily]
That's horrible.

Yes, I suppose it was.

But someone should put a stop to it.

Well, someone has put a stop to it.

Someone has put a stop to all of it.

It was inevitable, really.
Couldn't be helped.

Was annihilation inevitable, Sir Harry?

In this case, yes.

It was the railroad, my dear boy.

Don't you have a look at the map?

Don't you see it was the railroad?

[Harry] All the old man's fortune
had been left to the son -

Excuse me.

♪♪ [Continues]

- [Chuckles]
- Oh!

Darling, you're going to wrinkle me.

Your note said
you wanted to be wrinkled.

I wrote you that note
because you looked so gorgeous...

and I wanted you right away.

I was lonely and bored,
but now I'm not lonely or bored.

- You can go back to the table.
- [Chuckles]

- You little bitch.
- I am not a bitch, darling.

I'm a bad woman.

You love it, you gorgeous man, you.

"Bad woman."

Say you love me.
Go ahead.

- Ooh.
- Go ahead. Say it.

I love you. I love you.

[Chuckles Softly]

Beast.

I think you will agree, however,
that things are rather different in the north...

with Vikar still very much at large.

A man can still breathe in the north.

There are people there
to work with Vikar.

There are people here to work with Vikar.

I cannot see the young man
who is speaking.

I said I cannot see him.

Stand up, young man,
so I can see you.

- Otto, please.
- I will stand up.

Yes, my dear young man...

there are people to work with Vishkar.

Even here there are people
to work with Vishkar...

stupid, weak, young men.

Stupid, weak, young men here...

stupid, weak, young men there.

Vishkar has been arrested.

- You're lying.
- Lying?

I never lie.
I cheat every so often, but I never lie.

Check it, my dear young puppy.

Vishkar hasn't been a factor for weeks.

[Harry]
Never really a factor.

Didn't you say -

[Distant Rumbling]

[Ball Rumbling]

[Rumbling Fades]

Do you know, Lady Cora, the meaning
and derivation of the term "bric-a-brac"?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I do.

What a damn stupid question!

Is there anything here in the house, Julian,
that might inspire an artist...

that might inspire a composer
to write a new piece?

There's a very strange model...

of a villa in the library.

The villa is called Miramar.

It's of Tuscan design,
but it was erected in Greece...

by the sea.

It belonged to the painter,
Andrew Chatfield.

The house and the sea
were his inspiration.

He used to moor a small boat
out beyond the breakers.

And each night,
he would sit in the boat...

memorizing the positions of the stars...

the shadows of the moon...

the reflections,
the phosphorous...

the luminous jellyfish that hovered
beneath the waves.

And then,
when he felt secure in every detail...

he would swim to shore and paint...

all night.

His wife -

I forget her name -

died of tuberculosis.

She's buried near the arbor.

She'd never been happy in Greece.

The soil was too sandy to breed roses.

In any case, a critic...

a neoclassicist
who despised Chatfield...

spread the rumor
that on the night his wife died...

Chatfield set up an easel
in her sickroom...

trying to capture
the precise shade of red...

as it spattered on her pillows.

Chatfield couldn't sell
a thing after that.

He was forced to give up Miramar.

He died in London...

about a year later.

The villa was bought by a West Indian woman
who headed some curious cult.

I think they worshipped lungfish.

The way I heard it, Chatfield died
before construction of the villa even began.

That shabby model in the library
was as far as it ever got.

His wife outlived him, I recall.

Anne? She remarried.

Well, I think we'll leave the men
to their cigars.

[Cora's Voice]
And you know one thing Anne always said.

[Woman] "After 5:00, "she said,
"never, never wear the green print dress."

Of course, she's the widow
of a famous painter.

[Cora]
Anne always had a flawless sense of color.

Well, it was interesting
to hear you talk, Nürder.

I'm grateful to Carlotta
for bringing us together.

Carlotta's dinners have their interest, yes.

"Do you know, Lady Cora...

"the meaning and derivation...

of the term 'bric-a-brac'?"

Yes, you are known
for your mimicry, I think.

Could you mimic me?

Do, Leslie.

I cannot see the young man
who is speaking.

I said I cannot see him.

Stand up, young man,
so I can see you.

Approach everything in life...

as though...

you are going to buy it.

Bravo. Not perfect, I think,
but, uh, well done.

It is a strange talent to have.

[Man]
Toward the middle of the sixth century...

a woman named Cecilia
attracted attention in Lisbon.

She possessed the art
of modulating her voice in such a way...

as to make it appear to issue
at times from her elbow...

at times from her foot...

and at times from a place
that it would be improper to name.

She was possessed of the devil.

But as a special favor...

instead of burning her at the stake, she was merely
banished to the island of St. Thomas forever...

where she died peacefully.

As a special favor to whom?

- What?
- Well, as a special favor...

instead of being burned at the stake...

she was merely banished.

As a special favor to whom?

I don't know.

I was merely repeating...
a story from de Plancy's Dictionary.

I've repeated the entry exactly.

There's nothing more to say.

- What do you think of him?
- Nürder, you mean?

- Of course.
- Well, I thought he was
shockingly rude with Andrew.

Ah, well,
when you run with lions, my dear...

you expect to get a scratch or two.

Are you up to it?

I don't know.

Nürder is a very powerful man, I think.

Otto? Otto's a bluffer.
We're none of us powerful here.

He's treated with respect, with fear...

by Sir Harry and our hostess.

Deferred to.

Deferred to?

I suppose they have to have
someone to defer to.

You do know...

it's all going on somewhere else.

What?

Everything.

Everything.

But I don't know anywhere else.

I've had a letter from my sister.

There are no vegetables
on the market.

The grapes are allowed to go sticky
on the vine.

The bees hover in clouds.

The beggars will not accept the coins.

I've told my sister to return.

It is not generally known here...

how devastating the failures
of last autumn have proven to be.

The fall of the coalition
was an event of great symbolic...

not to say religious, importance.

Silt accumulated in the canal.

All plans to link the eastern
and mainland grids were suspended.

The harvest was abandoned...

and no seed corn was set aside.

Oh, the central bank held firm,
but only because of our commitments to it.

Whatever Nürder says,
it is inevitable...

that they will default.

Why, even now,
they are massing at the borders.

"I have a little shadow
that goes in and out with me...

"and what can be the use of him
is more than I can see.

"He is very, very like me
from the heels up to the head...

"and I see him jump before me
when I jump into my bed.

"The funniest thing about him
is the way he likes to grow -

"not at all like proper children,
which is always very slow.

"For he sometimes shoots up taller
like an India-rubber ball...

"and he sometimes gets so little
that there's none of him at all.

"He hasn't got a notion
of how children ought to play...

and can only make a fool of me
in every sort of way."

- Are you involved with Nürder?
- No, not in any way.

You are smart. He's washed up.

"He hasn't got a notion
of how children ought to play...

"and can only make a fool of me
in every sort of way.

"He stays so close beside me,
he's a coward, you can see.

"I'd think shame to stick to nursie
as that shadow sticks to me.

"One morning, very early,
before the sun was up...

- I rose and found the shining dew -"
- [Radio Static]

[Man On Radio] This is Felix Anderwood
reporting from the coast of Ireland.

The column of smoke marks the place
where just minutes ago...

the H.M.S. Dalmatia
suffered a crippling blow.

[Voices Overlapping On Radio]

Planes have reached
the promenade deck now...

and from my vantage point I can see
scores of passengers and crew alike...

attempting to subdue the blaze.

All efforts appear to be futile.

[Voices Overlapping]

We just received a report that both the
Empress of Brittany and the Ara Maru...

responded to the distress call
and are steaming toward us...

although it's unlikely
that either will arrive in time -

[Voices Overlapping]

[Man Speaking Foreign Language On Radio]

Now listing badly as the last remaining
lifeboats are being loaded.

Those left aboard
are leaping from the railings.

For any so foolhardy
as to wait until the last -

[Static]

Expect the funnel to collapse
at any moment...

to clear the main deck -

As I watch this great,
old queen of the sea...

all her lights ablaze,
slowly sinking beneath the waves...

I am reminded -

[Voices Overlapping]

♪ To knights in the days of old ♪

♪ Keeping watch on the mountain height ♪

♪ Came a vision of Holy Grail ♪

♪ And a voice through the waiting night ♪

♪ Follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow the gleam♪♪

♪♪ [Fades]

- How does it work?
- Ether waves.

- I've forgotten what it's called.
- Bletology.

- Can you use any fruit?
- Well, peaches are the most sensitive.

Bananas speckle too easily.

They tend to attract stray particles.

For the novice,
I usually recommend pears...

because of the pronounced stems.

[Cora]
And what part do the stems play?

The stems indicate the quadrants.

Fruit grows toward
the afternoon sun - the west.

The stems bend toward the east.

From the stem,
one can determine the four directions.

Each direction corresponds
to a season.

One must simply identify the configurations,
place them in their quadrants -

[Andrew]
What causes the shapes?

The specter on the fruit is merely
the shadow thrown by events in the future.

The blemish occurs in late summer.

South, southwest.

- What do you see?
- What do you see?

Duplicity, bale...

remorse...

glandular imbalance...

obscurity...

ziggurats...

an illegible missive,
a soiled kimono...

explosions at the mill...

laughter behind one's back...

misinterment...

flypaper...

rubber sheets -

rubber sheets...

trench warfare...

- tunnel vision, abasement...
- [Clinking]

laudanum...

pitchblende...

worthless endearments...

trick cigars,
ink eradicator...

ant farms...

signals through the flames,
webbed fingers...

travail...

weevils in the tea...

trouble down the line...

things best forgotten...

a punctured thumb...

misplaced trust...

cheap emotions...

faded carpets.

[All Laughing]

In my country, we have chikus,
guavas, mangoes, ramphal -

Tropical fruit is a bit coarse, I find.

The decay lacks definition.

The stems are too obvious.

Serve the champagne.

- We'll serve the wine from here.
- ♪♪ [Dance Band]

Emily, my dear,
by all means have another.

♪ We don't need no blackbirds
to bye-bye♪

- ♪ Or hooty owls to ask us who or why♪
- Cecily, have a glass and sit down.

- ♪ Wallabies and sheep need not apply♪
- [Indistinct]

- Sir Harry, Lady Cora.
- ♪ All we want are sleeping dogs that lie♪

- Iliona.
- ♪ Forgive us, all you A.S. P. C. A. 's♪

♪ We're going through
a most distressing phase♪

♪ Now borzois, boxers
even "Old Dog Trays"♪

♪ Are victims of our very latest craze♪

- ♪ We're steppin' on a spaniel♪
- [Lip-synching]

♪ Falling off a log♪

♪ Syncopate it
and you'll be putting on the dog♪

♪ No difference
if it's pedigreed or a mutt♪

♪ I know♪

♪ It doesn't matter
when you're doing that strut, hi, ho♪

♪ Steppin' on a spaniel
It's on the up-and-up♪

♪ Syncopate it
and you'll be pouncing on a pup♪

♪ Close your eyes and give those guys
a big smooch right now♪

♪ As you're jumping up and down
and stepping on the pooch, bow-wow♪

♪♪ [Vocalizing]

♪ We're steppin' on a spaniel
falling off a log♪

♪ Syncopate it
and you'll be putting on the dog♪

♪ Dachshunds, setters know their betters
and must submit♪

♪ Every Rover has come over
to get with it♪

♪ Steppin' on a spaniel
Isn't it a lark♪

♪ Syncopate it
and you'll be barking after dark♪

♪ Close your eyes and give those guys
a big smooch right now♪

♪ As you're jumping up and down
and stepping on a pooch, bow-wow♪♪

Bow-wow!

- [All Laughing]
- No, don't stop. I want more dancing.

Does no one understand?
I want to dance.

I'd like to teach you a trick
I learned in a music hall.

It's very entertaining.

♪ We're all out for good old number one ♪

♪ Number one
you're the only one for me ♪

♪ Breakfast, lunch
dinnertime, tea ♪

♪ You feed you
while I'll be feeding me ♪

♪ Number two and number three♪

Is it possible that the talent
of our friend Julian has been overrated?

♪ And if I have my say ♪

♪ We shall underplay
"équalité," fraternité ♪

♪ It's so old hat
and très passé ♪

♪ I think we'll bring back the privilege ♪

♪ I think we'll bring back the fun ♪

Now he seems somehow -

Facile?

- Praise came too soon.
- Reevaluation is inevitable.

- Dried up.
- From number 10 to number you -

He's one of my failures, I'm afraid.

♪ But first we'll give a little cheer ♪

♪ I think I lost her right down here ♪

♪ And then we'll give a little cheer ♪

♪ For good old ♪

♪ Number one ♪♪

Have some champagne, Otto.

Yes, damn it. Yes!

Do have some champagne, Otto.

- Damn you!
- You ain't paid for the last bottle, Otto.

Now it's only fair.
You said you'd pay for the last bottle.

And I will!
Damn you, I will pay!

But how can you, Otto?
Where's the money?

Where's the money, Otto?
[Laughs]

That was unnecessary. Everything you do
is stupid and unnecessary.

Who's to say
what is unnecessary, James?

Are the weak to say
what is unnecessary?

You have to be in shape
to know what is necessary, James.

- Are you in shape? Come on. Show me.
- [Man Narrating In German]

Are you in shape?

[Narration Ends]

You are truly a beast.

I always speak well of you,
Mrs. Penning.

♪♪ [Classical]

[Man Narrating In German]

[Woman Narrating In German]

Listen to me, I beg of you.

I can tell you things.

There are things
you should know-secrets.

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

I beg of you.

[Andrew Moaning]

[Iliona Chuckling]

[Footsteps Approaching]

♪♪ [Cello Continues]

[Chuckles]

♪♪ [Cello Continues]

♪♪ [Novelty Ragtime]

The taxi is parked
beneath the porte cochere, motor off.

The driver is gone.

Perhaps he's asleep in the front seat.

I can't be sure.

I wait until the rain has stopped...

and then I walk down to the lake.

- A number of, uh -
- Sedans?

Sedans are parked beneath the water.

Most of them have out-of-state plates.

And the upholstery's been ripped.

There's a cream-colored vehicle.

- You don't know the name?
- I don't.

[Chuckles]

The rear window shades
have been pulled down.

Then it's possible to determine
the flow of the currents in the lake...

by observing the fringes
of the window shades.

The wires are down.

And the knitting mill - mills, rather.

I -

♪♪ [Continues]

There are further reports.

The situation is beyond control.

Even if we intervened, the regime
is bound to collapse within the week.

Who cares?

You are so dull.

I've always thought
that you were extraordinarily dull.

- Did you know that?
- [Splash]

I want you to know
that I find you extraordinarily dull.

[Mimicking Cora]
I always thought you were extraordinarily dull.

Did you know that?
I want you to know...

that I find you extraordinarily dull.

[Leslie Mimicking Young Child]
In the house. And then the lady said
she had a big dream in the house...

and there wasn't anybody there,
and then -

Hello, lady, pretty lady.

Hello. See my titties? Huh?

Oh, you see my titties there? Huh? Huh?

[Girl Laughing]

- You will join us later?
- Of course.

I'm bored.
I'm not having a good time.

- Why not?
- Well, I'm with you, for one thing...

and I'm tired of being with you.

I'm going inside now. Will you please
do me the favor of staying out here?

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

You're ugly, and -
and your mommy dresses you funny.

Ugly, ugly, ugly.

[Man Narrating In German]

[Narration Ends]

Will you help me?

No.

♪♪ [Continues]

♪♪ [Stops]

[No Audio]

♪♪ [Resumes]

♪ Ding, dong, dell
Pussy's in the well ♪

♪♪ [Cello]

♪♪ [Chanting In Sanskrit]

♪♪ [Continues]

They were exactly the same-exactly.

Among countless possibilities,
such coincidences are bound to occur.

The first purple dye
was made from thousands of snails.

Only kings could afford it.

It was for that reason
that purple became the color of royalty.

How expensive
can a few thousand snails be?

All is ready. Please.

Come, everybody.

It is set.

♪♪ [Chanting In Sanskrit]

♪♪ [Continues]

In the center of our capital...

there stands a carved temple...

of ivory, gold, silver -

It's 500 feet high.

No white man's ever been inside it.

I went inside once.

I did myself up like a wog,
and I went inside.

There's a big statue of a monkey.

You are not a man.
You are a pig.

The temple remains undefiled.

♪♪ [Chanting In Sanskrit]

[Woman Laughing]

[Woman Narrating In German, Echoing]

[Narration Ends]

[Footsteps Approaching]

Julian...

the body of our friend
is floating in the pool.

He's drowned.

Nothing was done.

You're not going to talk to me.

He never learned to swim.

Floating in a pool.

- ♪♪ [Cello Continues]
- [Indistinct]

The weight of the water...

- pressing down...
- ♪♪ [Ends]

tore away at the sides of the pool...

and...

before we could -

the swamp...

had sucked out the contents.

There was...

nothing we could have done.

It was the pool.

[Wood Rattles]

Talk to me.

♪♪ [Cello Resumes]

- ♪♪ [Cello Continues]
- ♪♪ [Novelty Ragtime Continues]

Emily, what a nifty idea!

Forty-three.

[All Laughing]

[Clapping]

Hester.

Asha's next. I follow Cecily.

Ninety.

She said 90, not 19.

[Exhales]

Ninety. I said 90.

I thought she said 19, too.

I said 90.

[Carlotta]
Why isn't Emily playing?

Emily never plays herself.

Emily prefers to observe.

I didn't think that was allowed.

Anything's allowed. Just a matter of how much
one can get away with, I suppose.

Number -

[Whispering]

Seventy-four.

[Laughing]

If you don't do it, Cec,
you'll have to eat the monkey.

[All Grunting, Yelling]

Opals on the house.

No limit on the ledge.

[Cora]
Edges to the house.

- [Child] Are you in or out?
- [Iliona] I've dropped!

- Are you in or out?
- I've dropped!

[Cora]
Give me it!

[Harry]
Keep away from that.

Um, there were walls...

and you could see right through 'em,
and-and...

it was sunny outside, and -

and whenever they would walk by us,
we would -

[Laughs]
We would, uh - We would -

We would -

[Sighs]

Hide. Hide?

Hide.

Hide between those plants, and -

There was that dog there, and -

Hmm. Didn't move.

At all.

And, uh - And we -
we gathered around him...

and - and I took this, um -

this - oh, um -

Oh, this - this big,
round glass thing, and I -

and I - and I made his eye very big.

But, you know -

Hmm.

I can't remember
what I was gonna say.

♪♪ [Cello]

[Birds Squawking]

- ♪♪ [Cello]
- Many women have hair on their face.

There's no need to feel worried
or embarrassed by it.

You could try bleaching the hairs,
or you could use a depilatory cream...

provided you are not allergic to it.

Both being temporary measures,
you will have to keep at it.

But for heaven sakes,
don't shave.

If anything seems to make hair grow
thicker and faster than before, it's shaving.

It doesn't matter so much
on the legs.

They take repeated shaving
well enough...

but it shows on the face.

♪♪ [Cello]

I use wax on my legs
just before I go on holiday.

But I wouldn't recommend it
for the upper lip.

You apply it in a melted state...

let it cool and harden on the skin...

then pick up one end...

and whip it off
with a quick, clean movement.

It brings all the hair off with it...

and, of course, it stings a bit.

I wouldn't dare to apply it to my face.

As for electrolysis,
there are no miracle methods.

I - I prefer diathermy...

a method by which a needle
inserted into a follicle...

passes a shortwave current
and kills the roots.

This can hurt in very sensitive areas,
such as just under the nose.

I usually suggest 10-minute sessions
every other week for the upper lip.

There's not heavy growth in your case,
so treatment shouldn't be too prolonged.

[Animals Squawking]

[Footsteps Approaching]

There's no respect.

No respect.

[All Moaning Softly]

[Moaning, Giggling]

[Moaning Continues]

No!

[All Screaming]

Cora!

Am I supposed to just -

I've got mud on mine.

There.

Bad. Bad.

[Man Narrating In German,
Echo Repeating]

[Narration Ends]

[Woman Narrating In German,
Echo Repeating]

[Narration Ends]

[Man Grunts]

Hit ball.
[Groans]

[Iliona Singing Softly]
♪Jungle bungalow ♪

♪ Jungle, jungle bungalow ♪♪

[Nürder]
Dead on me. Dead on me.

You're dead on me.

Julian, you.
Hit ball.

- Come on.
- [Leslie] Wicket. Wicket.

Wicket, wicket,
wicket, wicket, wicket, wicket.

Wicket, wicket,
wicket, wicket, wicket, wicket.

Wicket, wicket,
wicket, wicket, wicket, wicket.

Ah! Ah.

Oh.

Oh.
[Chuckles]

Hey.

Hey.

- The situation seems -
- Surely by tomorrow things will -

[Bird Squawking]