All language subtitles for Der Teufel in Miss Jonas

Why don't you continue, Chief Inspector?

You are in such good form today after all.

Please, please, punish me!

At last!

It's never been that good.

Do you admit...
- Yes.

...that you pose a danger to men.
- Indeed.

And that's why you deserve punishment.
- Yes. Yes. Yes

Stop! Enough of these extra pleasures.

No, please, only a few more.

Defendant, if you don't behave, we will tickle you
with our rods.

Ah, that would be too good to be true.

Please, please, just do it. I am ready for anything
as long as you don't forget I'm a female.

What further satisfaction do you crave?

Anything a woman can hope for.

Good girl, you are so...
- Yes, I'm horny.

Good girl, are you?
- Yes, I am a nymphomaniac.

In order to free you from this once and for all,
I will use what has never failed, even in the

worst cases.

My fabulous mates, will put you into a healing
sleep with lasting effects.

All your mates? Great.

Your bedroom compendium is filled to bursting
with virtues.

You will be cracked by the men present here.

Ah, how wonderful. It's always been my dream to
be cracked by men.

You will be the devil's apprentice.

Not that, please. No!

Lead her to the hardest bed of her career.
- No, no!

To the scaffold.

I haven't exhausted all possibilities yet. I know
unspeakable tricks. I will teach them to you.

You can only teach something to the devil.

Where is the devil? No, no!

He will come to get you.
Hang on a moment.

Just take it easy.

No! What's that!
- Your execution.

Ok then, in devil's names.

One is not enough for you, is it? Even in your
damnation you remain unmoved.

Why call it damnation? I hope hell will be most
enjoyable.

You will know soon enough. The next one to kiss you
will be the devil.

So that's the thanks for the pleasures I have given
you men?

The guillotine is your reward.

So now you are in your favourite position.

How do we know that the devil will even fancy her?

Not our problem. I am sure he'll learn to
fancy her and burn her properly.

Silence please! No private conversations between
executing officers if you please!

Go for it, men!

Get ready!

In the name of all men...
Stop!

Executioner, do your duty!

Can't you wait for an hour? I have to lay the
judge before I go to hell.

No!

Here the rascals roast. Lenin and Angels the whole of high
society,

from head to toe. As a hog roast on the spike... as Omelette
surprise!

And who should they serve?
Me!

Welcome, my lady.
- Where am I?

Exactly where you belong. People call it hell.

A mean word; as mean as mankind itself.

And I really continue to exist here? So there is a
life after death?

Life..., another awful word.

By the way, you will remain here with me for the
duration of eternity. Here in hell.

Eternity you say? And how long is that?
Indefinite.

You mean without end?
- Precisely, Marilyn.

I understand. Will I like it?

Oh well, we'll be able to tell from your personal
file.

Today is the 14th, 2:30 PM... one moment...

hang on, it says another day here...
- You see?

A mistake.
- The judge and I should have...

Damn it! Yet another cock-up by the agents.

These idiots!
- The judge was my type...

You are too early. It's not your turn yet.

Did you say "your agents"? Who are you then?
- That one and you in one person.

But you're a man of flesh and blood?!
- Well, that depends.

I have to see for myself.

You are getting closer.

You simply can't let it be, can you? Maybe you
would enjoy my rod.

You don't even exist!

The devil exists. Of course he does. He is the one
that is within you. I am your second ego.

The only thing that sticks to my mind, is that you
got me here too early.

Ok, ok, I admit it.
- And how do you plan to make it up to me?

You would have been due on the 15th anyway. So, it's
only a question of one night. And for that you are

making such a fuss?

And even if it were only an hour, I could have
used it.

Surely Marilyn, you don't think you could manipulate
your list of sins in such short time.

I am stuck far too deep in you. You are already mine.

You obey me: Your senses, your cravings...

My senses are not as devilish as that.

I will decide that. I am the one that controls your
fantasies, your desire. It's about time you

realized that.

Ok, but you still ought to give me another chance.
Let me go back one last time.

Let me see what I can do.

Damn it, you took part at a black celebration in
honor of the devil.

Is that true?
- Yes.

You've had it off with men and women...

Our laws don't forbid that, and I have always paid
my taxes consciensciously and on time.

Nobody will deny that. I've always been good to
be with.

Yes, I can vouch for that.

I've given shy men happiness and love.

Every human being has a right to be physically
happy.

They talk of human rights all the time but forget
the right to sex.

Good, good!

Sexuality equals fulfillment on earth and frees us
from constraints dictated to us.

Good, good!

Nobody, not even the devil, has the right to
meddle in a girl's sexual freedom.

But human society does it all the time.

So, what will happen to me?

Well, as soon as I push this button, you will return
to earth, Marilyn.

I am sure you already know how you want to spend
your remaining days on earth.

I will live them according to my convictions. I have
never been prissy.

For the freedoms I'm taking, I'm prepared to
risk life in hell.

What silly talk is that? Hell? Hell is within you.

Sweet Archie!

Archibald, you are such a good dancer!
- Thank you.

Are you equally good at other things?
- Yes.

Woe betide you if you're not!

I am attractive, aren't I? Take them all.

Sweet devil, you!
- You're not Mr. Innocent yourself!

Hot! More you don't deserve.

Ah, Jimmy!

Come! You can do it!

How well it works...

Wonderful!
...this pretzel baking.

Should I stop? Enough?
- Yes.

Yes, enough!

Carlos!

Carlos, I can't go on!

Carlos... He's too good for the fire.

You have a fire in you, girl, that could melt
a glacier.

You don't need to heat it.

Come here, you old sweetie bear.

I'm getting all hot.

You are such a cheeky sO-and-so.

You can give men hell!

But you can still learn from this fire spitting
Vesuvius!

He and the others were a mere kindling fire.

Marilyn..., Marilyn!

Come, come, my agent is awaiting you.

Nothing can help you put out the fire, the devil
has started in you; Calm the desire, he's

light in you.

Only a man can, no, many men: Archibald, Jimmy,
Carlos, Otto, Mephisto...

You were made to receive and give pleasure.

Nobody can blow out the flame. You're damned to
burn for the short time left to you here and

for eternity.

Yes, yes, I'm coming. In the middle of the night...
Such a stupid idea. Women...

Hello, who's this?
- Marilyn.

She's dead.
- You're crazy.

But...
- I'm alive.

Forgive me but aren't you mistaken?
- Hardly.

I went to your funeral this afternoon.

You were in my bed.
- They carried you to your grave.

Stop it, teaser.
- I swear...

I swear I'm alive.
- No.

How was I?

The way one is at one's funeral.
- In bed I meant.

I cried my eyes out.

How sweet of you.
- Marilyn...

Jack my sweetheart, you know I am slighlty banal.
- True.

I'm sure you will forgive me...
- if you...

if I...
...are dead?

Hang up now.
- Tell me at least where you're calling from.

Goodbye.

"Goodbye"? I'm on my way. And even if I have to
follow you into hell.

I've got to get into her apartment. That's clear.

It was quite an enjoyable evening.

Ms Marlyn would of course complain because I'm
coming home so late.

Gosh, I am so thirsty!

What's wrong? Are you crazy?
- But you are dead?!

I've just returned from your wake?
- That wasn't my wake.

Not yours?

Come here.
- No! No! A ghost. I've lost my mind.

Honestly! Still, I prefer you losing your mind to
me being a ghost.

But I can assure you. Ghosts don't weigh as much
as me.

You are... You are still warm.

See, come and sit down, Dotte.
Tell me: How was my funeral?

All the old boys came. Touching. Archibald, Jimmy,
even Otto.

Really?
- Yes, it was a splendid double funeral.

First yours, then Carlos'.
- Carlos'?

Both in one go, so to speak.

Has he died out of grief over me?
- Not directly. It was like this:

The morning you died, the doorbell rang...

Out of respect for such a day, you really shouldn't
have opened the door!

And who else should have accepted all the flowers
and wreaths of your lovers?

And who else should have slept with them, you mean.

If I can say with due respect, the thought wasn't
far from the gentlemen's minds either.

And what then?

Unfortunately, Mr Carlos' actions had rather final
consequences for him.

So, it's true.
- Yes, it's happened, Mr Carlos.

Fate is stronger than us, Miss Dotte.

The pleasure the dear departed has
given me, will always be remembered.

Her liberal and open manner was unique.

Please do come in. Madam's friends are of course
welcome to share in my pain.

Thank you. Please do accept this wreath as a
symbol of my deep felt sadness.

Under her laurels she shall rest.

Please, take off your coat.
- Like in old times.

By the way, you wear mourning very well, Blondie.

Can you still remember? Every Tuesday...

Please, Mr Carlos.
My pleasure.

If you don't mind, I will take the wreath into the
drawing room.

I've always brought her flowers, as you know.

Everything here is at your disposal.
- Thank you.

You are too kind.
- Unfortunately, till now you never got a chance,

to take advantage of my kindness.

Yes, very unfortunate. But there is still time.

But as you can see, only looking at this rocking
chair overwhelms me.

Me too.

Please lay the wreath over there, the place
we enjoyed the most.

I am not sure I'm making sense, but she was so
unusually lively when she sat on it.

And there, on her bed, too, she was lively.

And now she's dead.
- Yes.

Stone cold dead.

Truly a great tragedy.
- Yes, terrible.

By the way, how old are you? I mean, now you're all
alone, you need someone.

Yes, you hit the nail on the head.
- Let's hit it on the head then, shall we?

Sure, if you think it's possible?

But of course. The impossible always gets sorted out
immediately. Only miracles take me a bit

longer, Blondie. It all depends on the partner.

The dear departed must have been the perfect partner.

There's no doubt she was a woman of class. But once
you drop your clothes, sweet girl, who can guess

what I'll be capable of.

The fact that you're no longer forbidden fruit to me,
gives me an instant boost. I can already feel it.

Only good should be spoken of the dead and the
departed but men do like change.

When I think how hard I tried to make you see me
during her life. But you only had eyes

for her ample breasts and her big...
- Don't keep anything back, Blondie.

I don't have that much to offer, do I?
- But you live, which gives you an advantage.

The departed was no doubt unique but that's now
forgotten.

So let's find out how you make miracles happen.

No, no! Leave your glasses on. Otherwise I don't
stand a chance. Everything will be even smaller.

You cute bunny! Have some self confidence!

You're fresh and soft, exactly what an elderly
experienced gent like myself appreciates most.

Madame sometimes embarassed me with her outrageous
desires.

Now it's just us I can admit it: Her charm was
somewhat too brutal for my liking.

As I said, nothing bad about the dead, but of course
I prefer something alive like yourself.

In this situation, I have no use for a dead woman.
Everything at the right time.

Needs must...
- Certainly!

How about me making a miracle happen now?
- Don't let me stop you, Blondie.

I won't.

Easy... Take it easy!

No worries.

Oh, Dotte! Little Dotte!

It's happening to me too.

I can make miracles happen! Can't you tell?

Wonderful!

Finish him off! Yes, finish him off.

More!
- You would like that, you horny old fool!

What's wrong with you? Cutie, oh no!

A beautiful death!

I think it's mean to make fun of the situation.

Shall we have a bet, darling? I'm certain the old
boy isn't dead.

Kiss me!

Your kisses smell of bitter almonds. You are
poisonous after all.

Rubbish! Start! Get the feather.

If you think you can order me around like before,
you're mistaken.

Today, at your grave, I swore that I'll never get
dependent on another woman again.

The thing with me and Carlos worked perfectly.
- Really? But he's dead.

And if he isn't?

I will drive you crazy with jealousy.
- Rubbish.

I will have it off with your lovers.
- You?!

With all of them at once.
- You witch!

Then you'll learn how it is to be only watching.

So, you spy on me?
- What did you think? I can't keep away from the

keyhole.

You just wait.
- At least I want to have a piece for myself when

when you cheat on me.

Come! You can do it!
- Now you desire me. But when your lovers return...

I only want you.

Come closer.

Even closer.

Come.
- Yes.

This gives me pleasure.

Darling. Marilyn. Can you forgive me for being
mean to you earlier?

Yes. I forgive you anything.

You are better than all men I had put together.
I had hundreds of them. Hundreds...

Sweetheart... come!

Will you give up Carlos?
- Yes.

You won't spy on me?
- No. Never again.

You won't steal any of my lovers?
- No. None.

You will always stay with me?
- Yes.

You will be totally dependent on me?
- Yes.

Hence, the devil has possessed her. Her good
resolutions have gone into air.

I can hear someone.
- Dotte.

The door is being opened.
- Maybe it's Jacques. I called him earlier.

I can't possibly see him.
- Why?

I had so much fun with him at the funeral.
- Aha! So you had it off with him too!

See you later, darling.
- I want to know whether you have...

Bye. Till later!

It's definitely your voice.
- And everything else too.

True!
- As you can see I can't be killed.

Kind of you to still be alive.
- Hello, Jacques.

Exciting as always.
- Yes. Kiss...

And who did you sleep with after my death?
- You don't think that I...

With you, one never knows.

I was inconsolable.
- Yes, with Dotte.

Wlth your friends. Only your friends.
- You sure? I have had so many friends.

I hope you don't regret that. You seem so changed.
You've never been like this before.

Really? Why?
- If I only knew. Please be like you used to be.

Don't be afraid, sweetheart. You are as sexy as
you've always been.

You still kiss as good as before.

Your body is wonderful: So warm and lively.

I'm the same as before. But you aren't.

We can change that.

Patience, baby. Soon you have your old Adam back.
- It's about time.

Now you're like in the old days. You just can't wait.
- Yes, Jacques.

That's your biggest appeal.
- Come!

I'm already here...
- Finally!

Jacques!
- Marilyn... Sweetheart!

We are one again, Marilyn.
- Jacques...

I do what I can, sweetie...

Now you can feel that I'm alive.
- Yes.

Take me!

Dotte! Dotte! Dotte!
- Stay with me. Stay with me.

Push her away! Stay! Stay!
- I'm staying.

Send her to the devil! Send her away! Send her to
the devil!

She has already been there.
- But she's returned.

Yes, she was wilder than ever before.

Tell me about it. And she was so nicely dead.
- But now she's so nicely alive again!

Makes me suffer with her moods.
- She enlivens me because she is a real woman.

She is one that can never get enough.
- True! She can never get enough.

Never get enough!

Never get enough! Never get enough! Never get enough!

It's your fault I had an attack. Because of you
I have to burn in hell.

Carlos!

Dotte! Dotte! Dotte!

Come closer.

I am sleeping with Jacques at the moment.
Can you hear us?

Jacques. He doesn't exist. Only a horny ram.

Here! Bring him here!

Here!
I am at Marilyn's.

More! More!

Goodbye Jacques. I need her.
- I need her!

Dotte!
- Yes?

Dotte!
- Yes? Come!

I'm coming!
- Come!

I'm coming! Here!

Come!
- I'm coming.

Jacques!
- Marilyn!

Witch, do you know who I am?

Jacques?
- No.

Carlos?
- No.

A man! A man...

Slag!
- Carlos!

I'm burning. You too are possessed by the devil.
- Yes.

I give it to her better than you.

Slag!

I do you better!
- No, me!

Carlos!
- No, me!

No, me!
- No, me!

I'm the first.

In hell I can go forever. Forever!

Get away from her!

Can you feel the devil in you?
- Yes. I like it.

Are you the devil's?
- Yes.

Then I shall remain.

Send him to hell!

I shall remain. I shall remain.
- Send him to hell!

Jacques where are you?
- I'm coming.

To hell with you, devil!

I'm a man!
You hate him!

I'm a woman!
- Here she is.

A man, a woman. A man, a woman...

To the devil!

Are you dependent on me?
- Yes.

Are you enslaved to me?
- Yes.

Will you always serve me?
- Yes.

Then come. Follow me...

to hell!
- Yes.

Come closer. Closer!

Have it off with me!

Dotte!

Dotte!

Damn! Dotte!
- Yes, one moment. I'm coming. What's the rush?

This!

Dotte!
- One can't get a moment's peace in this house!

Hurry up!

This hellish machine is finishing you off.

Or you...
- Me?

Dotte!

You're very clever. Truly.
- Yes?

You have talented hands. Almost too talented.
Really?

Soft hands...

So I'm talented after all...

What about a small pay raise?
- Yes.

I've earned it.
- Yes.

Hello, this is Marilyn.
- You are alive? Archie told me you were dead?

This is Otto.
- Cut it out, all of you. Its really silly.

But he was at your funeral.

You can come and see for yourself.
- Ok. When?

As soon as possible, of course. That means: Now.
You know I'm not the patient kind.

That's true. By the way, how is Dotte?

Ah, you ask about me but are really concerned about
her. So you too have it off with her behind my back.

What do you mean, me too?
- Charming!

I have to seriously think about this.
- Oh, come on...

Forget it.
- See you shortly.

Say hello to Dotte.
- You'll see her.

It's a riddle... I have to go see for myself.

Hopefully I can keep him quiet.

Open the door!
- Pss: Not a word, Otto. Please come in!

Thank you, Miss Dotte. Can I see you later?
- Doesn't look good today.

I have just spoken with Marilyn on the phone. We
want to sort out a misunderstanding.

You are expected.

You have a visitor, Madam.

Good evening, Marilyn.
- Your coat, please.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

It's truly you.
- Flesh and blood, Otto.

That would clear up that question.
- Any more questions?

Not from my part. But you said you had an urgent
matter that woulnd't wait.

Let's forget that.

Agreed, I most welcome that.
- Then we are agreed. Okey dokey!

I would love to dance.
- Wlth pleasure.

Come!

Since eternity...
- Finally, once again!

Darling.
- Marilyn.

Nice to feel your arms around me one more time.

You will have the pleasure again.
- Who knows? My time is limited.

What do you mean?
- I have lots to catch up with before I...

Maybe the devil will come and get me suddenly.
Bang!

Let him come, Marilyn. I will spoil his fun.

You do that. I shall reward you, darling.

Here's your prize.
Help yourself.

Do you like it?
- Every time, Marilyn.

Darling, you have the chance to draw the big prize.
But you have to get it yourself.

It will go wrong.
- Oh, no. Just pull on it.

This too, I enjoy over and over again.

My sweetheart, you are and remain a cracker.
Absolutely fantastic.

Otto, you're perfect, even in jumper and trousers.
- What will I be without them?

Wlthout competition.
- Yes.

Nothing can stop me. Like the devil.

Didn't I want to spoil his fun?
- Exactly.

One moment... Although when I see you like this, it
will be hard. Best I just wrap you up and take you

with me.

Take me with you?
- I leave for Africa again in a few days.

Good thing is, its so hellishly hot there, you
can walk around there the way God intended.

Hellishly hot?
- Yes, a hellish heat. Disgusting!

I wont go there.

Wait!

I love waiting, darling. When I lie as perfectly
as with you.

No woman comes even close to you.

Poor child... Hellishly hot... I will cool you. Will
free you. You shall have him.

My sweet little puppet.

Have you waited for me?
- Yes.

Marilyn too?
- Leave her out of this.

You're horny...
- Wonderful.

You've missed this, haven't you?
- Oh, yes.

Hot ride, isn't it?
- Yes.

I'm burning.
- Don't worry, baby.

A special kind of cooling down, isn't it?

We have to be careful. She mustn't see us.
- Don't worry. She always steals the show from me

with her perfect breasts.
- Or you going to be the show.

You disgusting, revolting chameleon.
You have fun with my lovers at my expense.

You are fabulous. Absolutely fabulous!

Enough! Shutup! Bastard! Slag!

Just wait till we meet in hell!

Can you feel me?
- Yes, all hard.

Ah, here you are again, my dear. Your time is up.
Can I ask for your confession, please?

Yes, I have loved. I have felt pleasure and given it.

I may have committed bigger sins than other humans,
but just because I'm different is not a reason

to send me to hell.

Its clear that you have a completely
wrong idea of hell.

As your fellow humans, to my regret, have a wrong
idea of me. Hell doesn't exist.

What you'll experience as hell is your desire for
your former life you can't satisfy.

And he is truly damned who can't find a way to
distance himself from his habits.

You were capable of a lot of love on earth
and to be loved.

To love a lot is one of the human virtues. Looking
at it this way, you were virtuous.

But then I ought to go to heaven.

Sadly, heaven is outside my responsiblities.
I don't manage such societies.

But in my opinion, it wouldn't be for you.
For a start the climate...

The air-conditioning there would stop you from
walking around the way you're used to.

Either way, it seems I have to give up well loved
habits in both places.

In confidence, do you really live here alone,
outside of civilization?

But of course not. If you count sex as part of
civilization however, you and I would have to come

to an agreement, Marilyn.

In that case, I would ask you to send me to the
region you manage.

Your wish, my lady, is my command.

Hello, mate, how are you?
- You are the whore of Babylon personified.

Oh, darling, I can still confuse you then?

Go to hell, woman! You are to blame for my
damnation.

Me darling? You are mistaken.

It's a fact that you died in Dotte's arms.
I have always treated you softly and thoughtfully.

Tenderly and self-sacrificingly.

Fatty, don't be grumpy. You've always enjoyed
our funny vampire games, haven't you?

Be honest, my gold bunny.

I promise you, it will be just as fabulous
as in the past.

Stop touching me, you horny slag. What you're
looking for you can only find with the devil.

Maybe the devil can't offer what I see in you.

Don't think that your cheap tricks still work with me.

I'm cleansed. Even if you were to show off your
super nature in large size, it's not gonna work.

You're more likely to succeed in pushing an oxen
off its feet than to overcome my steadfastness.

If only you hadn't started talking so bombastically
here in the beyond. You had such a kind and

manageable manner.

Times past. Hell has manipulated me into a saint.

I'll have to do something about that. Maybe it's
simply an illusion. You think you see something

that's not there. Hell is highly complicated.
That much I have learned.

Look over here, Carlos.

I can't see anything.
- You see the garden of Eden, the apple and Eve.

I can only see a vast stone desert.
- Carlos!

Help!

Let me go! You can't execute me twice!
I'm already dead!

Stop screaming. Stop the fidgeting!

We decide how often you die!
- The dead can't die. And I'm already in hell.

Ouch, no resaon to pinch me, stupid devil.

Keep your legs still!

The devil who pinches your calves, eh?! You would
like that, wouldn't you: A hell you long for.

As successfully as you grab men... ; even the devil
can't compete.

How do you wanna know? You don't know him. I've
met him. He's charming and very sexy.

He isn't as much to your taste, that man, as you
imagine. Wanna bet?

I can hardly wait to be all his.
- He's always possessed you.

Damn!

Marianne.
Yes, Madame, just a moment.

Get me my breakfast.

I can't do magic. Always this commandeering tone. I
really have to get her out of this habit. Either she

changes, or I walk.

What took you so long?
I implored you to wake me early.

When I sleep late I have nightmares.

I apolgize. I didn't wake you on purpose. After this
terrible night I thought...

What happened last night?
- A terrible thunder storm. Didn't you hear it?

Yes, I did. But I thought I was dreaming.
- No, you didn't dream. It happened for real.

You can go, Dotte.
- Marianne, Madame.

It's not a difficult name to remember. Oh, by the
way, you had 3 calls: From Mr Carlos, Mr Jacques...

Tell me: When did you clean out the fireplace?

It didn't burn...
- But last night, the letters, I...

I sat by the fire and read.

But we haven't lit it so far this autumn.
- No? I must be mistaken. You can go.

I have a request. Could I take the afternoon off
today? I ought to attend a funeral...