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"What I intend with the term 'libido' is
the quantitative expression of the

energy of all those tendencies emerging
from the murky sea of the subconscious.

All this can be summed up in
our definition of 'love',

which is a range of impulses
that Plato defined as 'Eros',

and that Paul the Apostle praised
in his epistle to the Corinthians.

Such tendencies might be
negatively influenced,

generating a guilt complex
into an individual.

Said complex can mostly appear in the
period between birth and puberty,

as childhood traumas can easily alter
an adult individual's 'libido',

as well as influencing or
changing one's sexual dynamics."

SIGMUND FREUD

No!

You've been annoying me with that radio
for eight hours. It's driving me crazy.

There it is.

A few more minutes in here and I wouldn't
be able to stand up straight anymore.

Who lives here now?

No one, dear.

I've been keeping an
eye on this house

ever since the death of Christian's
father, twenty years ago.

Well, I'm sure someone
lives in the house.

We can leave right away
if you wish, Christian.

Yuck, it smells moldy.

- The light switch should be...
- Let me handle it.

Shame on you!

Whoa, those old-time painters
really liked big asses.

I'll go get our
luggage from the car.

Those who are about
to die salute you!

What are you doing? Come here!

It's a beautiful house.

I hope I brought everything.

After that hotel we passed, there's
nothing for thirty kilometers.

Last time I was here I forgot the salt
and ate bland food for three days.

We'll need a couple days to check
everything before we call the contractors.

Part of the roof
needs to be fixed.

It's a waste of money,
considering I'm selling the place.

It's still your father's house.

House, plot, mansion. You
name it, I'm selling.

That's how it is, huh?

You'll inherit it all once you turn
twenty-five. You can do as you please then.

Right now I'm still the sole
administrator of this estate.

I'll fix the house as necessary,
just as I do every year.

I'm an old-fashioned fellow.
I get very attached to things.

Everything you'll inherit will be in
perfect shape, like your father wanted.

What I want is the only
thing that matters now.

Only three months
to go, my friend.

Three months until I finally get
you out of my hair forever.

Mind your words, kid.
A lot can happen in three months.

See? He's openly threatening me.

You insulted him.

He's gone nuts since
he married that woman.

Mirrors everywhere!

And a bed, too!

Brigitte?

- It looks so cool!
- Get out of there.

- Why? This room's so sexy.
- I'll tell you later.

So many Brigittes!

It feels like diving
into a diamond!

Can we sleep here?

I don't see why not.

Christian!

Did I do something wrong?

You couldn't have done worse
if you'd actually tried.

One of these days I'm gonna
scratch her eyes out.

She acts so stuck up just
because she married him.

When he was a kid, Christian saw his
father kill a woman in this very room.

The guy was a sex maniac, right?

Helene.

I prepared these two rooms for
us. They're facing each other.

Or would you rather sleep
together while we're here?

If you don't want to
be alone, I could...

We can sleep in my room,
if you feel like it.

I'm not afraid.

I've seen the way you look at me.
All of you.

I'm not afraid, and I'm sick
of being treated like a nutcase.

But perhaps

you're all scared of me.

My apologies, Mrs. Coreau,
but Brigitte didn't know.

We'd better keep
this room locked.

Me and Brigitte can
use another one.

No, you can stay here. We shouldn't let
Christian think we're so worried about him.

How do I look?

Good night.

Good night.

Are you mad at me?

No, I could never
be mad at you.

Undo my shirt, then.

Don't do anything without asking
me first. Keep that in mind.

Why? Is Christian crazy?

No, but it's his first
time back in this house.

Helene?

Are you asleep?

Christian.

I... I can't sleep.

Coming back here did
a number on me.

But I'm feeling better now.

I remember every detail.

This furniture.

Al this tacky junk.

But it's all very valuable.

I feel oppressed by it.

Only because it brings
up bad memories for you.

Maybe.

I'd never be able to
stay here without you.

Of course, dear. But you
better get some rest now.

We're in your father's house.

No!

I'm not like my father.

My God, I don't want
to be like my father.

It's you.

Thanks.

You look better with
your hair down.

You should always wear
it like that, Madam.

It makes you look younger.

I didn't mean it like that.

You expressed yourself
quite clearly, Mrs. Be no it.

I'm going to sunbathe for a while.

She acts like a bratty kid.

Excuse me.

- Would you like some more?
- Thanks.

- What's that?
- Where?

Here.

I don't know. I must have
scratched myself while I was asleep.

Is this where Christian's
father jumped?

Maybe.

What do you mean?

They never found the body,
just his blood soaked shirt.

Hey, what's up with you?

Are you jealous?

Did you see Christian
when you took off your robe?

He didn't even dare
to look at you.

He's been acting weird
ever since we arrived.

I think he's scared he could
turn out like his father.

You think he'd be dangerous?

I certainly hope
not, although...

Well, Doctor Berge hasn't ruled out that
coming back to this old house could

reawaken his childhood
trauma and damage his mind.

- Isn't Helene afraid of that?
- She's different.

Helene is a cunning lady who
knows what she wants in life.

I'm really counting
on their marriage.

It won't take long to
know if I'm wrong.

- How long?
- The three days we'll spend here.

Christian doesn't know I'm
the reason he met Helene.

And that's a good excuse
to stop me from sunbathing?

Brigitte, wait!

What's wrong with you?

Brigitte! Watch your step!

Where are you going?

Into hiding, so Christian
won't catch me!

Shall we start with the
inventory, Mr. Be no it?

Hey, Christian!

Why don't you join
me in the sun?

- Aren't you scared?
- Of what?

Duh, scared of falling.

Blast it! I'm so sorry!
I'm such a fool!

I'm not scared of this cliff.

Not anymore.

It's been almost twenty
years, you know.

I'll tell you something.

I used to play
here all the time.

Back when my father was alive.

There was a nest of
seagulls in the rocks.

It's nice here.

This place makes you
feel free to let yourself go.

Look at that white
foam down there.

It seems so peaceful.

Longing for the
abyss, they call it.

You know I own all this land?

Oh, I'm aware how
loaded you are.

I could gift it all to you.

All of it?

What are you going to do three months
from now, after I fire Paul?

Fire him, really?

It's up to him to decide if you
get the inheritance, you know.

Is that what he told you?

Well, I thought so. That's the
reason I came to this place.

The house looks just
like it did twenty years ago.

Was this Christian's room?

Yes, he used it whenever he
came to visit his father.

No, no, put that down.

Christian was holding that when

I found him passed out in
front of the mirror room.

I doubt he remembers it, but seeing
this toy again might traumatize him.

He shouldn't see or hear it.

- Where's Christian?
- He went upstairs to get his cigarettes.

Jiminy Cricket.

Helene!

Helene!

Helene!

I'll be right back.

When are we leaving
this boring house?

No, don't move the pieces,
dear. I'm winning.

Christian!

Helene!

- What happened?
- The study! Come, quick!

This chair was moving by itself.

Moving as if someone
had just gotten up.

And that pipe was lit.

I saw smoke coming
out of it, I swear!

Where are Paul and Brigitte?

In the living room.

Have you been keeping
an eye on them?

Of course.

Then there's someone
else in this house.

You must have imagined it, dear.
It's cold.

Cold.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Good move, Mrs. Coreau.

Not good enough, though.

There.

What gives?

How can her small piece
take one of your big ones?

Care for a bourbon,
Mr. Christian?

No, thanks.

You up for something?

Like what?

I don't know.

Why are you laughing?

Do you wear long
johns or briefs?

Me? I'm a briefs guy.

Oh, bummer.

Shame those sexy long
johns have gone out of fashion.

That's why you married
such an unfashionable guy?

Who? Paul?

If you only knew how
much I love him.

I just couldn't
live without him.

It was love at first sight.

Well, that's nice.

Got a light?

You know, I'd like
to make love to you.

What happened?

I don't know.

Christian?

Christian?

I saw you and Paul
in the mirror room.

I saw your body reflected a
thousand times in the mirrors.

It was my father who
had that room built.

He would use it with
pretty women like you.

He would tie them to that bed before
indulging in his fits of insanity.

He was a sick man.

Pleasure was never enough.

The last one was
blonde, just like you.

One day I heard her screaming.

And then I watched her die.

I'll never forget it.

And when I saw you yesterday,

well, for a moment I
felt like my father.

- I felt the urge to hold you! Hurt you!
- Let go of me!

Hands off!

Brigitte!

Helene!

Are you afraid of the storm?

- Follow me, hurry!
- Where?

Just do it, quick!

I saw someone there!
I'm sure of it!

He was wearing a cape,
just like my father did!

I'm cold, Christian.

Listen!

- I'm scared.
- Come!

Look!

My father's boots!

Somebody must have used them
to go out into the garden.

We'll ask Paul in the morning.

Paul.

Of course, he must have
taken them to frighten me!

Haven't you noticed
how he stares at me?

He's been administering my
money for twenty years,

and now he can't stand the idea
that the party is about to end.

He wants to drive me insane
because of a clause in the will!

I'll inherit it all once
I turn twenty-five,

but only if I'm of
sound body and mind!

- He's capable of killing me!
- That's nonsense.

I'll show him who
he's messing with!

I have a gun!

- Hand it over.
- No way.

I'm keeping it.

I respect Paul Be no it too much to
think him capable of such a thing.

He's always been like
a father to you.

Don't you ever forget that.

Christian.

Stop dwelling on such thoughts.

To keep the inheritance,
he'd also have to kill me.

I'm your wife, after all.

Don't go, Helene.

Stay with me.

I'm not leaving, honey.

I'll stay right here with you.

Hello, Christian.

I woke Mr. Paul to ask
him about the boots.

He borrowed them.

I was going to tell you
as soon as you woke up.

That's right, I took them.

I had to step outside to
turn off my car's headlights.

Of course you did, Paul.

Just like you happen to smoke my
father's pipe from time to time.

I can't take this anymore.

Everything's going to be fine,
but we need to act soon.

Any news?

It's all set for
tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, you guys are
being so dramatic.

I'll be outside.

Wakey wakey, it's only noon.

No morning coffee, huh?

I'm going to town.
You guys need anything?

I sure do! Two batteries
for my radio!

Mr. Be no it?

I'd like to join you. I have
some shopping to do in town.

I'll be right down.

- I won't be long.
- Mind my nails, I just painted them.

Bye, darling.

Bye.

See you later.

Those two make an
odd couple, huh?

Paul's always talking
about Helene.

Helene this and Helene
that, you know.

He's always been like that, even
when she was his secretary.

You're mistaken. He only met
Helene after I married her.

Nope, they've known
each other for years.

Christian!

...General De Gaulle has inspected
the army today, finding that...

Christian.

Where's Helene?

Has Paul got the
batteries for my radio?

What is it?

What happened?

What's wrong?

Brigitte!

Christian!

Stop acting crazy, Christian!

Stop bossing me
around, Paul Be no it!

You, my kind and wise tutor.

You, who had me tested and prodded
at a mental hospital every year.

All to remind me I was a maniac's son and
that one day I'd end up like my father!

But you got it all wrong, Paul.

Then you started worrying you
wouldn't be able to pull off your scheme.

The thought of giving up the money you
now considered yours was too hard, huh?

What were you hoping to gain
by taking Helene away from me?

Christian!

You even used
Brigitte to fool me.

You married her just because she looks
like the woman my father killed.

But your plan failed, because
I'm nothing like my father!

I won't let you get your hands on my
money, Paul. I'll kill you first!

- Christian, wait!
- Shut up!

You're even worse than he is.

You're part of the
conspiracy against me!

Why, Helene? How could you?

You've forced me
to kill you both!

Stop looking at me like that!

I saw you coming out of
that hotel with him!

- Acting like a whore!
- What are you talking about?

How could you think
so little of me?

Yes, I lied, but only
to save you from madness!

I went to that hotel to
wait for Doctor Berge.

Helene!

Don't try to stop me, Paul!
I can't take this anymore!

My doctor? Why do
I need my doctor?

What do you mean?

Why a doctor?

You gave me these
bruises, Christian. Last night.

We didn't want to tell you
before consulting Doctor Berge.

Paul and I asked
him to come here.

You've changed since
returning to this house.

You come into my
room every night,

with a wild expression on your
face, acting like a madman.

You thought you were George
Coreau, Christian. Your father.

You took pleasure in hurting me.

And then, the next morning,
you'd forgotten everything.

You've started to lose
touch with reality.

You've started hallucinating.

You even believed your father was
still wandering around this house.

But it was you, Christian.
It was you.

But the boots,

the footprints.

You saw those footprints! We
went to the garden together!

No, it was you who
used those boots.

It was you who brought your father
back to life in this ghastly house.

It wasn't us who
changed, Christian.

- No.
- You knew it all along, but didn't want to admit it.

You kept clinging to your
insane suspicions about Paul.

You kept looking to solve a problem
that was all in your mind.

Stop!

Christian, don't!

Christian!

- Christian! Calm down!
- Calm down, please!

- Calm down!
- We better take him to his room!

- Quick, help me!
- I'm cold.

- Help me carry him!
- Let's get him out of here!

Calm down!

- I'm cold.
- You'll be fine, my love.

- I'm so cold.
- Everything will be fine.

- Calm down.
- Put him down.

It will be over soon.

- Come on, drink this.
- So cold.

Calm down, we'll leave
this place immediately.

Calm down. Please,
try to calm down.

Poor Christian.

I shouldn't have told him.

But when he thought
that we were...

I just couldn't
resist any longer.

I just couldn't keep quiet, and
now I've lost him forever.

We shouldn't have
brought him here.

He wanted to come, but we
shouldn't have allowed it.

Even if he felt it was
a test he had to take.

I almost started to hate him,
during the nights we spent here.

Then, in the morning, he became so
innocent and quiet all over again.

Poor Christian.

No, you're not to blame. It's been
my fault from the very beginning.

Maybe I was too apprehensive.

I couldn't imagine he'd
start doubting me as well,

not after I had him visited by so many
different doctors to cure his trauma.

There's no point in crying
over our mistakes now.

I knew I was right to be so worried when
you told me about his first crisis.

He was starting to
identify with his father.

There's nothing
more I can do now.

He'll need you once he
regains consciousness.

His fear of your betrayal
was the final straw.

You'll have to stay very
close to him, Helene.

Yes, Paul. I will.

What did the doctor say?

He'll arrive at the hotel
early tomorrow morning.

I'll go pick him up.

Another doctor?

But Christian said you brought
him to way too many doctors!

Has Doctor Berge arrived?

- No, sir.
- He must have called or left a message.

I'm sorry, sir.

Can I make a phone
call to Paris?

You can use the booth.
The code is 003.

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Hello, this is Paul Be no it.

- Hello, Mr. Be no it. The doctor's not here.
- Wasn't he supposed to come to Brest?

- We waited for him all yesterday.
- Brest? I'm afraid you're wrong.

I'm telling you that Mrs. Coreau
called him yesterday afternoon!

I'm sorry, but I was here all day and Mrs.
Coreau never called.

But I personally saw her call.

There must be a mistake. Maybe she
dialed the wrong number? Or perhaps...

Christian!

Christian, what happened?

I killed her!

This time I killed her!

Helene.

Christian!

- Christian, listen to me.
- I killed her!

Paul has gone to the hotel
to pick up your doctor.

They'll be here any minute.

They can't find you
in this state.

Go to your room now.

Quick, hurry!

Brigitte!

Brigitte!

Brigitte!

Brigitte!

Brigitte!

Brigitte!

Brigitte.

Helene. You almost
scared me, you know.

It's done. Where's Paul?

He fell off the cliff.

Perfect.

What about Christian?

Christian is going to the
looney bin, the poor guy.

He'll confess to my murder for
the cops and Doctor Berge.

And we'll tell them it was Christian who killed
Paul, after suspecting he was my lover.

They won't suspect us one bit.

It went like clockwork.

We get all the money,
right, Helene?

Of course, dear.

And you'll get your share.

Share? I thought we were
supposed to split it evenly.

Evenly?

We're talking about
millions, darling.

Damn it, I knew you were
going to shortchange me.

Wait a minute. If you
died for real,

well, being poor Paul's widow,
I'd get all the loot!

Yes, that's right.

And you're actually dead.

Christian killed you.

Christian.

Let me go.

You're hurting me.

You've done nothing wrong.

It's Helene's fault.
She lied to you.

- She wanted your money.
- My hands...

Let me go, you're very ill!

I only did what Helene asked me to!
She's the one behind everything!

No! No! Take your hands off me!

Just like my father.

Christian!

Christian!

You can't leave me like this!

No! No! No!

Christian!

Don't let me die like this!

Christian!

Save me!

You can't let me die like this!

No!

Christian!

Christian!

I don't want to die!

No!

Christian!

Save me!

Don't leave me here!

Christian!

No, no, no.

I want to live! Live! Live!

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi