All language subtitles for Im.Schloss.der.blutigen.Begierde.1968

Here's to the next three days!

That's how long it goes on here.

With this Brack, there's
one party after the other.

Cigarettes, if you please, ladies.

- How do you like it here?
- Oh thank you, it is lovely.

Say, did you come with your fiancé?

- No, of course not.
- But your sister is here.

- Yes, I think so.
- And the young man is her fiancé.

- Yes.
- They're enjoying themselves.

What do you think about
going out for a ride?

- You ride very well, don't you?
- That is what they say.

I own a small country house
not far away.

- Yes?
- Shall we ride there?

Yes, would be my pleasure.

I'm sure you'll like it.

Oh, a little adventure?

Would you like to experience
a little adventure, Vera?

I would suggest we lose
no more time, then.

The house lies on a very dreamy
and romantic spot.

Quite ideal for an adventure.

How far away is it?

- About half an hour's ride away.
- Are you sure we'll be alone?

Certainly.

But my guests mustn't find out.

- I'll prepare everything.
- Yes.

- Hello, sister.
- Hello, Elena.

Darling, are you already tired
after one day's party?

Are you going to bed?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

He seems to own a hidden,
romantic country house.

We'll ride there
and continue the party.

- Marvelous!
- Of course, you'll come too.

Of course, with pleasure.
But I won't go without my Roger.

And Roger won't go without
his friend George.

- Is that okay with you?
- Sure, then we are five.

Let's drink to that.
Give me another glass of champagne.

Cheers!

Let's ride!

Have you seen my fiancé?

No, not in the last half hour.
I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Will I hold out three more days?

- Hey!
- Marion.

Are you going to leave your party?

No, I'm just going out
for some fresh air.

Have you seen the exhibition
of Toulouse-Lautrec?

No, not yet.

But they have been traveling
for three months.

- Vera!
- Yes. What is it?

- Show me the way, will you?
- He didn't explain.

- But I suppose it must be this way.
- Marion, do you know the way?

No, I've never been there.

Maybe George knows.

- I've got no idea.
- Let's go.

We can try.

You're riding as if you wanted
to seduce me.

On the contrary, it's as if you
were trying to seduce me.

But you were supposed to go
riding with my sister.

But you ride much better.
Much more vivacious!

You couldn't have known that.

Vera hardly sat in her saddle

and you were already riding
away with me.

- Is it very unpleasant to you?
- I don't know.

Well, you must decide before
thinking about it for too long.

Horses and champagne are the three
most beautiful things in life!

That's only two things.
What's the third?

What do you think?
Women, of course!

- Do the others know the way?
- Of course.

I explained it to your sister in detail.

- Besides, they can ask.
- Whom?

The foxes, of course!

My horse can smell the stables.

Giddyup!

Yalla! Yalla!

Don't make your horse crazy
with Arabic, Vera.

Well.

Well.

Thank you.

You're an interesting woman.

Temperamental.

Perhaps you are wrong.

Elena...

Casanova!

Elena.

You wouldn't dare to kiss me.

You know what you look like now?

Like Lucifer!

No.

No.

Yes!

Please don't.

I just wanted to play.

But not with me.

Are you afraid?

Yes, I'm afraid.

Good.

- Yeehaa!
- Come on!

You are mean.

Please.

No!

Yes...

No!

You're disgusting!

Yes...

You bastard!

Elena.

Quiet!

Quiet.

Roger!

How much longer are we going to search?

We'll find the house.

I could go on riding
for another hour.

Oh, I've had enough.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Elena...

Look at me.

Don't you have any idea
where this house could be, Marion?

Gosh, no!
I want to ride home now.

Hey.

Come on! I think we're close.

Please give me my clothes.

There!

Here.

And how about your fiancée?

You should have thought of her before.
Now it's too late.

There!

Oh, you're a rotten,
brutal animal!

Go on.

Hey!

We've made it!

They're coming.

Horrido!
We've made it!

Good hunting!
We are here!

Finally.

Hello host.

That was a sinister ride.
Nobody knew the way.

- Please come in.
- Thanks.

I'm thirsty like my horse.

Make yourself at home.
It's all there.

Baron Brack!

- How do you feel, Elena?
- Thanks.

I'm not human without alcohol.

Well, you runaways,
when does the party begin?

- Gee, another party.
- Cheers! To our host.

Enjoy it.

What's that?

The coat of arms of a very old family.

Aristocrats who still live here
in this area.

Their castle is about half an hour away.

They had to sell me this
hunfinglodge.

Long time ago, it belonged to them.

They have retreated into solitude,

completely cut off from
the rest of the world.

Very strange people.
Loners and unfriendly.

Unfriendly?
Oh, let's pay them a visit.

We'll cheer them up a bit, okay?

Forget it. No one has ever been
in the castle of the Earl of Saxon.

Come on, let's have a drink.

I won't pay any visits, Stephan.

I'm too tired by the ride.

On the contrary!
I'm not tired. I love to ride.

I love it when the earth is whipped,
and when everything rebels around.

That's the way you see it too.

You like things being whipped, do you?

Yes, I got it from my father.

He always told me stories about Russia.

How they used to ride out
into the fall storm.

Sometimes they did not
come back for weeks.

Ah, they still roar in my ears,
these old Russian Cossack songs.

- Were you ever there?
- Me? No.

But it must have been wonderful.

The most glorious celebrations
and great huntings.

They arrived in their troikas.

The most beautiful women were accompanied
by men like from a fairy tale book.

Brother, I'm living in the wrong epoch.

Elena.

Yes?

Men with dirty boots!

Women in diamond-studded robes!

They had the wildest festivities!
Am I right, Elena?

Yes, yes.

Don't listen to her.

She's crazy. She's dreaming.

You're right, darling.

And the champagne was flowing!

One could have flooded the whole Volga!

It was a wonderful life
that I never lived.

You're dreaming and you are a dream.

Oh no. Sometimes I have a feeling
that I've experienced it all.

You seem to have built up
a great fairy tale world.

Maybe, but I love fairy tales.

Oh, say, you like fairy tales?

I can tell you one
that happened right here.

It may have been three days ago.

In the forest.
A young girl was attacked.

The daughter of the Earl of Saxon.

It must have been terrible for
the young, innocent girl.

The father was so furious
that he set a bear free.

Where did you hear that story, darling?

George told me about it.
He got it from the maid.

Could be, there are certainly
a lot of things happening here.

Wild bears, crazy fathers,

and a girl, raped.

Nobody said she had been raped.

Please go on.

I can imagine everything.

They say she's very beautiful.

She lives all alone with her father
in that mysterious castle.

You're a great storyteller.

You have no imagination.

Just think of it:

a wild bear!

A beast!
Roaring and tearing!

How romantic.
A real, wild bear?

Nonsense. If it is really the bear
of the Earl of Saxon,

he's not dangerous at all.

Besides, there are no bears here anymore.

Not for ages.

The poor girl.

Mh, maybe she enjoyed it.

- Roger.
- Darling.

I don't think we should make fun
of somebody getting attacked.

It's not funny at all.

Don't be silly,
it's a harmless animal.

Not even suitable for a circus.

That doesn't mean anything.
Bears are always dangerous,

even if they are accustomed to humans.

Well, and sometimes tamed bears are far
more dangerous than the wild ones.

I remember the story of a gorilla.

He lived for ten years in a zoo.

He was calm and content.

But suddenly one day,
for no particular reason,

he attacked his warden and tore him
into a thousand pieces.

- What do you say?
- Maybe he'd had it on his mind all the time.

And tore him into a thousand pieces.

Alright, alright.

Stop telling such horrible stories.

It gives me the creeps.
Am I right?

Elena.

- Elena.
- Elena.

Where is she?

Hey!

Elena!

I don't get it.
She must be crazy.

She has been funny all the time.

You've driven her crazy
with that bear.

- We have to bring her back.
- Just what we needed.

What are we going to do now?

You stay here.
George, look after your sister.

I sure will.

What can we really do?

We'll get her back.
Roger!

- Wait, I'll come with you.
- Come, Marion.

- No, you stay here.
- We make ourselves comfortable.

We'll be right back.

Right back was probably wrong.

We'll catch her.

- She rides like hell.
- So what?

Elena!

Elena!

Elena!

Maybe she doesn't want to hear us.

Nonsense.

She's totally crazy.

Unfortunately we're on the property
of the Earl of Saxon.

So? What does that mean?

She's dead.

Yes.

- Elena's hat.
- Just the hat. What about her?

Hello.

Who told you to follow us?

She's my sister, after all.

You and your sister,
you both are crazy.

Roger, bring her back.
The Earl of Saxon hates visitors.

Three unannounced people,
that's impossible!

I don't care what the Earl
likes or dislikes.

Ride back, damn it!

I'll come with you in any case,
that should be clear.

Well, as you wish.
Do what you want.

It's getting dark.

And no trace of Elena
except the hat.

That's the castle over there.
Let's go in and ask.

I told you, the Earl doesn't like visitors.

You jib a bit too vigorously.
Why?

The Earl of Saxon is a strange person.

Hey! Who are you?

Who's that?

- Keep quiet.
- What are you doing here?

We've lost our way.

We're looking for a young lady
who must have lost her way.

Lady is in castle.

Horse is in stable.

Thank God, she is here.

What do we do now?
She's already in the castle.

Who are you?

I am Alecos.
I am servant of Earl.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

Then come.

Is everyone around here so friendly?

I warned you.

The Earl of Saxon is a very strange man.

A very distrustful man.

What you say about Earl?

I did not say anything.

Better not say anything.

And now get off!

Come.

I'll bring you in castle.

Here, the Earl of Saxon's castle,

my noble master.

Earl not like visitors,

but horses need warm stable.

Hey, that's the first time
that you appear human.

"But horses need warm stable."

Please.

It looks like we've been awaited.

Oh, maybe there's another party.

Quiet, please.

The Earl.

The Earl of Saxon!

Welcome.

- Who are you?
- I'm Vera Lagrange, Saint-Denis.

The sister of the girl you have been
kind enough to take care of.

Baron...?

Brack.

I thought so.

You live in the neighborhood,
don't you?

Where's my sister?

In her room.

- She's asleep.
- May I see her, please?

Certainly.

If you will follow me.

- You want to see her, too?
- Yes.

No, it might be better if her fiancé,
Roger de la Valiere, went along.

- That's me.
- As you wish.

You are my guests.

Everything I own is yours.

This is...

...everything I still own.

However, I'd like you to observe
the rules of this house.

Alecos will inform you.

Please.

Are you expecting other guests?

No.

Baron, please come.

Baron looked at picture
of daughter of Earl.

Know girl?

I don't know who you're talking about.

About girl who was attacked in forest
three days ago by man.

She sleeps quiet and deep.
Tomorrow she'll be alright.

I took care of her
to the best of my knowledge.

I gave her an injection.

I'm a physician.

Alecos found her.

She was running through
the forest, screaming.

She must have been suffering from shock.

She sleeps like an angel.

It was very kind of you to help her.

Thank you, Earl of Saxon,
for your hospitality.

You're welcome.

Katharina!

Baron, you should see yourself
in a mirror!

I'm just observing the rules
of this house.

I want to know what this costume means.

Alecos!

Death...

Baron.

Behind him is death.

And what kind of costume
have you brought for me?

You king.

Hm. Thanks.

He who kiss sleeping princess.

You queen.

Young queen.

Beautiful queen.

Evil queen.

You love

and kill.

Lovely.
Death, king, queen.

Only the prince and the princess
are missing.

If we had known that, we would have
brought Marion and George.

Oh!

Is that you?

This is one of my ancestors.

He brought misfortune to our family

which has been weighing
on our house for 300 years.

He was also a physician.

It happened during the
Thirty Years' War,

as he was attending the wounded after a
battle that took place not far from here.

At the same time a pack of scattered
soldiers attacked the castle,

where his daughter was hiding.

She was almost a child and must have
been scared to death

when the foreign soldiers
were looking for her.

The mistress of my ancestor,
who hated the young girl,

betrayed her.

Not only that.

She was also excited
by the dehumanized impulses

of those uniformed beasts!

She watched with perverse pleasure,

as the soldiers attacked her like animals

and raped the girl.

My ancestor, warned by
one of his people,

pursued the men and killed them.

And for that he was beheaded?

No! Not for that.

When he returned to the castle,

his daughter was dead.

He tried everything to bring
her back to life again,

but it failed.

Then he killed his mistress,

and with her blood tried to pump
new life into his daughter's dead body.

For that he was beheaded!

Stop, please.

Oh, that's so horrible!

And this is my daughter.

My only child.

She was attacked and raped, too.

She died 30 minutes ago.

- No.
- There you are!

We were looking for you.
Marion didn't want to wait longer.

What's wrong with her?

Marion hit her head on a
low tree branch.

It's a pitch-black night.

The horses became nervous.
I've dragged her to this place.

The poor girl.

Katharina!

No.

That's Marion, my fiancée.

And this is George von Kassel,
her brother.

Alecos will take her to a room.
She should rest.

We'll have dinner

as soon as you have changed
your clothes.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

What's that for?

Oh, just the rules of the house.

Shall we try it?

Do you think we can do it alone?

Yes, sure.

Alecos!

Yes, please.

- Earl?
- Thank you.

You look like a queen
in this dress.

An evil queen?

There's an incredible resemblance
between you and my ancestor's mistress.

Love,

sorrow,

death.

How interesting.

There's nothing as interesting
as death, young man.

Yes, there is.

Life.

Life...

and death...

is the same.

Love is different.

Love creates life,

love has a right to kill.

But those who kill from revenge

will be judged.

My servant will show you
to your rooms.

Come with me, please.

What is that?

"No! No, please don't!"

"Please, stop it!"

"Please! No! No!"

"NO!"

"NO! NO!!!

"NO!"

All this really happened.

In time of the Thirty Years' War.

The Earl has explained to you
in ancestral gallery.

Daughter of his ancestor
was raped by mercenaries.

While he was away during battle.

Based on historical facts.

Poor raped girl lies on floor.

Mercenary with sword holds skirt up.

Other soldier watches brutal.

One other drinks.

Other woman is evil,
mistress of Earl,

watches the rape.

Because she was jealous.

Please, this way.

Now sleep.

You, lady, sleep here.

You here.

And you here.

Baron here.

Good night,

Baron.

I'm not staying here.

I'll ride back and pick up the car.

Run away.
I knew it.

It's pitch-black outside,
you won't get far.

I'll get through alright.

- Shall I come with you?
- No, you better stay here.

- Please lead the way.
- As you wish.

I go to sleep.

I do not understand why he
wants to leave.

I like it here.

It's something different.

Roger, I'm going to Marion's room.

- Are you coming with me?
- Hmhm.

Baron, I would not run away.

Are you not afraid of bear?

He wants to pick up car,
I don't know.

Why did Brack suddenly ran away?

Oh, he just escaped.
He suddenly got frightened.

Some people don't like to have
anything to do with death.

By the way, tell me,

isn't he a little bit too old
for your sister?

Yes, of course, but she loves him.
And I don't have to marry him.

"Don't you get married in the morning!"

She is fascinated by his personality.

This is probably because our
father died very early,

and Brack is able to give Marion
the kind of life she's entitled to.

And he surely is intrigued by the fact
that she's still a virgin.

I'm sure he hasn't had a virgin for a
long while. Maybe never before.

You better watch your mouth,
Monsieur de la Valiere.

I know you don't like to hear the truth,

but haven't you noticed Brack's
interest in Vera?

Yes, but I don't take it seriously.

Besides, he did ride away with Elena.
She's your fiancée.

Yes, you're right.
We shouldn't take it seriously.

We were fooling around,
drinking too much.

And ultimately none of us was sober,
so forget it.

When I think about it now...

I think it was arranged.

Maybe he wanted to be alone
with Elena at his lodge.

That's nonsense!

Always this blah blah blah.
Who with whom.

The hunting lodge, this castle.

Those things get on my nerves.
I go to sleep.

- Yes?
- Good night.

Roger?

Oh, Roger.

- Is everything alright?
- No.

I'm so afraid.

Why? There is no reason.

Yes.
I cannot forget

what was told about the Earl of Saxon
and his daughter.

I see him sitting in front of her.

He's staring at the poor, dead girl.

And when I think of it,
it shudders me.

Oh, I'm so afraid.

Roger,

can't you stay here with me?

I'm sorry, baby.

I'll stay with Elena.

If you need me, call me.

I'm next door.

Good night.

Are they sleeping?

Not yet.
Brother is now with blond girl.

The other one in room of black girl.

You'll go upstairs and wait
till they have all gone to sleep.

And then you'll bring down
the blond girl

who looks like Katharina.

Do you understand?

Down here!
Go now.

Go!

Yes.

Marion is asleep.
Now I'm a bit calmer.

I'm going to my room.
In case you need me,

you know where to find me.

Okay. Good night, George.

Love,

sorrow,

death.

- Get her in!
- Yes!

- Come on!
- Don't break her!

Hot, blond dolly!

Let copulation thrive,

for I lack soldiers.

- Get something to drink!
- Please don't! No!

Stop!

- Come on!
- No! No!

No women without wine!

Behold yond simpering dame,

whose face between her forks
presages snow,

that minces virtue
and does shake the head

to hear of pleasure's name.

The fit chew, nor the soiled horse,
goes to it with a more riotous appetite.

No! No!

No! No! No!

No!

Down from the waist
they are but centaurs,

though women all above.

But to the girdle do the gods inherit,

beneath is all the fiends'.

There's hell,

there's darkness,

there's the sulfurous pit

burning, scalding, stench,

consumption.

Would like to know what she's afraid of.

A lot of strength in this chicken!

I've drunk a bottle of wine.

O ruined piece of nature!

Make her shut up!

Why dost thou lash that whore?

Strip thine own back.

Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
for which thou whipp'st her.

She's getting tender.
She's going to smile soon.

None does offend.

None, I say, none.

And like a scurvy politician seem
to see the things

thou dost not.

Then kill,

kill,

kill,

kill!

Help yourselves, friends!
I will cool my thirst on a bottle.

Don't be so scared!

Give me the bottle!

Come on, give me a sip!

Yes!

Don't drink everything!

Baron. Baron!

Noblesse oblige!

If a priest could see this!

Yes, you drink like a fish!

Help yourselves.

Redundant.

Do we have another bottle?

Look at the hero as gently he treats her.

Why do you taste the virgin?

Don't you like my wine anymore?

Give me a sip from your bottle.

Then kill,

kill,

kill,

kill,

kill!

It's not a very deep wound.

Something horrible happened, Earl.

You must return to the castle at once.

Your daug...

Your daughter was...

My child.
My poor child.

No one knew your hiding place.

She knew it.
She betrayed you.

It was you!

You betrayed my child.

My daughter,

my poor, beloved child.

You killed her.

You alone are to blame for her death.

You killed my only child.

You witch.
You bloody, damned witch!

But you're going to pay for it.

You're going to pay for it.

Your blood will give my daughter life.

What... What happened?

Come.

Come. Please.

Marion.

Marion.

Hey! Marion is gone!

Marion!

Labyrinth!

Here.

What you're looking for?

Straight on.

You're trapped in labyrinth!

We have to take care of George,
he's looking for Marion. She's disappeared.

This house is becoming more mysterious.
I can tell you, baby.

Open the door!

Yes, I'm coming.

Who is there?

What's the matter?

The bear.

Yes, the bear.

There, Baron.

Well, Baron?
Bear grapped you properly.

The baron has come back.

Why are you staring at me like this?

What's the matter with you?

A dream...

A bad dream...

This is

a bad dream.

Death is mute

and life is what it doth cherish.

Tears seven times salt.

O rose of May, sweet child,

kind sister.

The wheel of life turns fast.

Death is mute.

And is after life.

Or you deny me right.

Don't back away from me, beloved.

It's life that comes to you,

not death.

Marion! Stop it!

Marion!

Marion.

You are not Marion.

You are my love!

No.

God help us.

Fear not.

Katharina!

Katharina!

You ravished her.

You have attacked her
and done her violence!

There are rues for you,

and here's some for me.

And there is pansies,

that's for thoughts.

Pray you, love, remember.

And in his grave rained many a tear.

There's rosemary,
that's for remembrance.

There's fennel for you and columbine.

There are rues for you,

and here's some for me.

We may call it
"herb of grace" 0' Sundays.

You must wear your rue
with a difference.

Oh, there's a daisy.

I would give you some violets,

but they withered all when I died.

Katharina!

No!

And we cast away moan,

I pray God.
God be with you.

Come away, child.
Come away from here.

He that parts us

shall bring a brand from heaven
and fire us hence like foxes.

Wipe thine eyes.

The good years shall devour them,

flesh and fell,

Ere they shall make us weep.

We'll see 'em starve first.