All language subtitles for Eugenie de Sade 1973

[light music ♪]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

She's come to,
but there isn't much hope.

I'm on my way.
Thank you.

[song ends ♪]

[car approaching]

I'm told Eugenia's
regained consciousness.

Good evening, Mr. Tanner.

Can I speak with her?

You'd better wait a while, sir.
She just woke up.

Yes, I understand.

I can wait, providing,
of course,

there's a chance
she'll survive.

It's far too early to tell.
There's no way of knowing.

We did absolutely everything
we could.

♪ ♪

[soft breaths]

Eugenia.

Eugenia, can you hear me?

Hmm...

Then listen to me.

You recognize me, don't you?
I'm Attila Tanner, the writer.

I'd like to write a book
based on your father's life.

I'd like to understand him.

He's a human being-

as we are.

I need to know everything.

You've got to tell me
everything about him.

I promise I won't say a word
about you.

[weakly]
I'm going to try...

...on one condition.

Listen to me.

I'll tell you everything...

[gasps]

...if you swear...

...that when I've told you...

...you will...

...kill me.

You think that what I'm asking
is horrible,

but living would be even more...
horrible.

All right.
Tell me everything.

♪ ♪

We lived...

...just outside Berlin.

Our life was...

- Yes?

Life was a permanent dialogue
between my father and myself.

The truth is, the man
I called my father

was really my stepfather.

He'd married my mother
right after...

...meeting her three months
before I was born.

She died two days
after giving birth to me.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

It's late.
You should be going to bed.

I love to see you work.

[chuckles]

[Eugenia]
My stepfather
was a renowned writer,

misunderstood by the public
at large,

but a great writer,
nonetheless.

He had brought me up
with care and devotion,

and I had come to acquire anunreasoned admiration for him.

Since his creative work
didn't meet with the success
it deserved,

he took refuge in essays,
book reviews,

and, fortunately,
well-paid conferences,

living in the hope
that some day

his real worth
would be widely recognized.

He dreamed of being carried
in triumph.

These past few years

his interest focused mainly
on eroticism-

on erotic writers,

on erotic traditions
throughout the world,

throughout the ages.

He also studied
all the sciences

involved with eroticism.

I often stayed alone
in our big house,

dreaming, waiting for
my stepfather to come back.

The sound of his footsteps
on the stairs

made me jump for joy.

I often went on long walks,

thinking about him,
about his work,

about our quiet
and peaceful life.

♪ ♪

When I felt lonely,

I'd rummage through
his well-stocked library,

sure that I would find
some new book to read,

or perhaps an old, rare edition
of an erotic book

which had survived
many generations,

and had become a classic.

"Oh, her breasts pressing
against my chest!

Oh, her eager mouth!

Her sex opening like a flower
before my own.

Her look...
in which pain and pleasure

were so intimately entwined

so as to be
undistinguishable.

A bloody string of pearls
graced her neck,

dropping one by one on my body,

each leaving a stain upon it.

The gaping wound in her chest."

Uh.

How are you, darling?

What are you reading?

Uh... oh,

"A Barbarian in Asia."

Oh.
Do you like it?

[laughs]
No. Not really.

[Eugenia]
I'll never forget the first
time snow fell that winter.

As if by some enchantment,

everything became white,
neat, unreal, strange.

Father had gone into town.

He came back
earlier than usual.

I'd curled up on the couch
before the fireside,

my body vibrating,

responding to
a bizarre feeling-

a mixture of well-being
and apprehension.

♪ ♪

Eugenia...

...I noticed that while
I was gone this morning...

...you took the book
that I had hidden there.

I did.

How did you find out?

There's nothing to it.

I left it standing this way...

...and I found it
standing that way.

Are you mad I read it?

No...

...on the contrary.

It's high time you read
such things.

I think so, too.

You did like it, I hope.

More than anything I've read
in my whole life.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Eugenia]
I never would have imagined

that our conversation
could end this way.

I felt as if I'd been jolted
into another form of reality,

and better yet,

that I'd had the revelation
of my father's true nature.

I felt that he had put himself
within my reach.

We had created a form
of complicity.

[breathing heavily]

Yes, that's exactly
what it was- complicity.

I was my father's accomplice,

allowed to share with him

things that I thought
were forbidden.

I didn't sleep well at all
that night.

I got up at dawn and went out
for a long walk.

I strode through the snowwith deliberately large steps,

my head empty of thought,

as if I were trying
to shake off the feeling

which had made me so
ill at ease the night before.

By the time I came home
at around noon,

my father had left the house.

He'd left a message for me
on his desk.

"I'll be coming home
late tonight.

Read this book,

which I personally found
quite interesting.

I'm certain
you won't be bored."

"Eugenia had opened her eyes.

Before her stood her father,

who had surreptitiously
come into her room.

She was naked,

and she knew that her small,
pointed breasts
often caught his eye. That's why she offered them
to her father's lips

as he knelt by the bedand began to bite her nipples,

his desire showing,as his hand sought out her sex-

fresh, wet.

His caresses made her realize
for the first time

that she had become a woman
and now, at this very moment,

her father was but a man,

breathing hard with desire,

a Machiavellic look
in his eyes."

Eugenia, you've just discovered
life's deepest purpose;

the quest for the grail
mankind has sought throughout
the ages;

ultimate power
over human beings.

Yes, the power which comes from
the pleasure of giving pain,

living each moment
with intensity and awareness

while they suffer.

You'll find out
that the key to life

is nothing but
your own pleasure.

You'll be amazed to find out

that pleasure is always
at someone else's expense.

We'll carry this
to its ultimate expression

through wounds and blood
and death.

I know you'll love
every moment of it.

You'll revel
in the secret knowledge

of having done
something savagely beautiful,
but forbidden.

I accept.

I'll do absolutely anything
you want me to do- anything you say.

Your will will be mine.

We'll act as one.

I had a premonition...

...that life would be
full of passions.

Oh, it's marvelous what we've
become to each other.

Father,

I promise to obey you.

I'm going to Paris tomorrow
for an important conference.

I'm going to take advantage
of the occasion

to commit the perfect crime...

...and I know it's possible.

There is a secret in committing
the perfect crime

and it's absence
of any visible motive.

We won't have any visible
motive in as much as

we won't know who our victim is
until chance puts her
in our way.

We're going to pick our model,

one of those girls
who pose naked

for amateurs photographing
artistic nudes,

poor imbeciles.

There are quite a few
such joints in Brussels.

We'll rent one and take
whatever model they give us.

They'll pick our victim for us.

Another important thing

is making sure the witnesses
end up totally confused.

The way we'll do it is simple.

We will simply not try to hide.

No one ever sees the obvious.

Acting in the open
is the best cover.

Real killers always try
to cover up their tracks,

but they always miss a clue
that gives them away.

We, on the other hand,
will make sure we are seen.

[bus approaching]

[discordant music ♪]

[Eugenia]
I'd never taken
such a long trip before,

but that's not why I felt sostrangely overcome by emotion.

The Eiffel Tower
and the Champs-EÉlysées

were nothing but mere backdrops

to the adventure which was
about to begin.

Father was silent, too,

but I knew he felt
the same excitement I did.

Hey, how are you?

Can I help you?

I reserved a room.
My name is Mr. Radeck.

Oh, yes, of course.
Here's your key, Mr. Radeck.

Thank you.

Maybe you'd like
to freshen up a bit?

[Eugenia]
A few people were waiting
for us at the hotel;

friends, newspapermen,
somebody from
the publisher's office,

people like that.
- Could I have
five minutes of your time?

As soon as I've said hello
to my friends.

Oh, sure.
Take your time.

Maybe we could meet at the bar.

Sure.
I'll join you as soon as I can.

I'm going up.

Why don't you rest a while?

I'm sorry, I won't have
much time to spare.

What newspaper did you say
you work with?

The Gazette.
- The what?

Do you mind if I take a picture
of you in the lobby?

I'd rather be photographed
reading one of my own books.

That way I know
what I'm reading

and the quality I'm absorbing.

[sighs]

Who's there?

Albert.

You can come in.

Did you reserve a table
at the nightclub?

Darling, of course I did.
At the Taboo.

Just in time to catch the show.

I hear it's the best in Paris
these days.

Does that suit you?

It suits me fine.

Hand me the towel, will you?

I love to see you like this:
naked.

Your body is just like
your mother's.

[light jazzy music ♪]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Get in there and change.
I'll pick you up later.

[knock on the door]

Just a moment!

All right now.
Let's get going.

We'll use
the artist's entrance.

You're with the show,
I'll bet.

Yeah, we're putting on
a rain dance.

Hope it pours.

[Eugenia]
Every detail had been
worked out to perfection.

Father had worked everything
out to the split second.

We caught a flight to Brussels

and got there
at the exact time

so that the rest would
naturally fall into place.

[jet engine roaring]

[discordant music ♪]

A session, please.
- How many do you want?

One model costs you a hundred.
A girl and a man costs you two.

Two girls and a man
adds up to three,

while two and two makes four.

One girl is just fine.

Step right in.

Thanks.

How are you?
I'm ready if you are.

Sit on the--

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicks]

Lift it a bit higher.

Good.

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicks]

[clicking]

Could we add
some sadistic twist to it?

Sure, but that's
an extra hundred francs.

All right.

You mind giving me a hand?

Eugenia.

[shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

[shutter clicks]

[growls]

[chokes]

[shutter clicks]

[choking]

[grunting]

[crying out]

[choking,
shutter clicking]

[panting]

Bye.

[chatter]

[Eugenia]
We took the last plane
back to Paris,

and made it back
to the nightclub.

It was late, but the show
wasn't over yet.

A man who thought
he was a comic

was putting on the worst act
I had ever seen.

Now tell me, why should
a musician play

bang cymbals in the middle
of the zoo?

"Bang," he says, "they don't
like the trombone."

"How do you know?" I said.

"Well," he said,
"when the monkeys like it,

they throw me whole bananas,

and when they don't,
they throw the peels.

That's how I know."

[Eugenia]
No one paid any attention
to us.

[comedian]
Why are you laughing?
It ain't funny.

No one seemed
to have missed us

and most anybody probably
would have sworn

we'd spent the whole evening
in the club.

All right.
I'll pick up the story
where I left off.

So, there was this idiot
blowing cymbals,

bang, bang, bab-ba-bang,
moving like this...

[Eugenia]
I was glad we left
before the show.

I don't think I could have
sat through it.

Well, the audience
had had its fun

and we'd had ours.

♪ Ba ba boom ♪

...like cymbals, and everyone
knows that they throw you fish,

you know.
[laughs]

I was gonna ask him if his name
wasn't Ionesco, by any chance.

This woman comes up
and she gives him a coin.

"There," he said,
"that's the seal of approval."

[Eugenia]
The whole thing
was much like a game.

A few hours later, we were
attending a cocktail party

at my father's
French publishing house.

The women hovered
around my father

like a bunch of silly bees.

I was terribly jealous.

Hello there.

You look like a Madonna
by some Florentine painter.

Maybe even an earlier painter;

Guadalupe, for example.

Maybe a Flemish master
like Rogier van der Weyden.

Would you be so kind?
- Of course.

Would you care for a glass
of scotch, Mr. Radeck?

Thank you.

To your health.

Cheers.

Whom should I autograph it to?

My name's Louise Schlantopovich.

[giggling]

You're not listening, are you?

Ah, the mystery that is woman.

Such eyes:
limpid yet enigmatic.

Women are such
an unfathomable mystery

until you lift
their many masks.

Of course some women,

if you lift their mask,
you decapitate them.

Not you.
I can tell there's
genuine mystery about you.

Excuse me.

Sure.

I'm aware of that.

Just a moment, please.

Are you talking to me?

Yes, that's right.

You're Eugenia Radeck,

and I know many things
about you and your father.

What do you mean?

Oh, no, nothing special.

However, I'd like
to have a chance

to talk a little
with your father.

Tell him I'm inviting you home
for a drink; a cocktail.

He's a fascinating writer

and I'd like to get to know him
a little better.

Why don't you talk to him here?
- Here?

Oh, no, I hate crowds and I'm
not dressed for the occasion.

I hate putting on a tie,
you see.

Please try to set it up,
would you?

I know I can count on you.

I'm Attila Tanner.

You're Attila Tanner,
the famous writer?

That's what they say.

I'll see to it
that my father accepts.

I am certainly glad that
you accepted my invitation.

I'd like to tell you

that I've read all your books.

That's right.

I've been following your career

and admiring you
for many years.

Hmm, I'm flattered.

I feel quite rewarded by the
fact that a man such as you

should be interested
in my modest endeavors.

I never would have believed it.

Would you have me believe

that you consider your work
as insignificant?

You're highly intelligent,
and you know it.

Here's your drink.

You've got me cornered if
I admit that I'm intelligent.

I'd sound pretentious,
isn't that right?

And, if, on the contrary,
I should protest,

I'd sound like a hypocrite.

But you are.

I beg your pardon.

Here's to your success.

Yes, you are a hypocrite.

It happens that I know you
better than you think.

Yes, I know you've read
all my books

and likely all my essays.

You're quite right
and I know you inside out.

Here, you once wrote in
"The Black Arts," chapter three,

"Only awareness of the
harshness of natural laws

can detract us
from the powerful influence
of black magic."

What's hypocritical about that?

But, in "Necromicon" you write,

"By the very virtue
of its immense power

black science...

...can draw you
all the way into...

...demonic life."

So when were you sincere?

In the first case
or in the second?

In both cases.

You're aware that "Necromicon"
was written five years ago,

while I wrote "Black Arts"
when I was 20 or so.

I've changed a bit.

You mean the man you are

changed radically
between the two books?

It's obvious.

I'm a man of many minds,

and should you care
to look at yourself,

so are you, Tanner.

From what you just said,

I may conclude that you lead
a demoniacal life.

I also tend to conclude you
make your daughter share it.

So what?
It bothers you?

Why should it?

But what about the law?

Are you referring
to the natural law?

Well, I was thinking
of man-made laws-

laws made to impose some form
of social order.

What about you, Mr. Tanner?

Were you never tempted to
transgress those laws?

Of course I was,

but it never went beyond
the state of wishful thinking.

I'm only an intellectual.

I don't indulge
in wishful thinking.

It's been said that mankind
is divided into
two main categories:

those who submit to
the circumstances of life,

and those who act.

Among the latter are those
who think first,

and that doesn't stop them
from acting afterward.

The others act by instinct and
stop to think after the action.

That's the major difference,
but they're both men of action.

The world of tomorrow
belongs to us.

And you, Mr. Radeck,
I suppose

that you act only after
thinking things out thoroughly.

Does your daughter think
as you do?

Passionately.

Then I suppose that you,
let's say,

collaborate closely
with your father.

- Yes.
- I see.

I often wondered about the
nature of your relationship.

Ah.
I should have guessed.

But I tend to beware
of my imagination.

My mind plays
the weirdest tricks on me.

That's why I'm glad
you clued me in.

We didn't tell you anything,
Mr. Tanner.

No, of course.

You didn't come out and say
you were lovers.

But I'm warning you that
from this moment on...

...I'm going to keep
a close watch on you

and everything you do.

I must say I'm very much
interested in your schemes.

There's nothing unhealthy or
moralistic about my curiosity.

A writer needs to dip into
genuine, extravagant characters

to add texture to his own.

You can watch us
'til your heart's content.

[Eugenia]Father decided we'd drive back.

The trip turned out
to be very pleasant.

We drove very slowly.

Father looked almost happy.

He was boiling over
with energy.

I'd never seen him
that way before.

The people we met along the way
probably thought

we were a newly married couple
on a honeymoon.

Was there anything
in the newspapers?

Did they run a story
about it yet?

Yes, but they didn't say much.

"A photo joint model murdered,

tortured."

The suspects are described as
"a bizarre couple
dressed in red."

That's all?

It's working out
exactly as you said.

[laughs]

How could it
have been otherwise?

I spent years
figuring out everything,

working out every detail.

No one will ever find out
we did it.

Impunity.

We can do whatever we want
with a total impunity.

And Tanner?

Oh yes, Tanner.
Huh.

He's a harmless maniac.

What do you think?

I'm not so sure.

He's intelligent.

A highly refined intelligence.

He's much like us.

He understands us.

♪ ♪

In the days that followed...

- Yes?

...our complicity...

[exhales]
...deepened.

I was so glad.

I was happy.

Papers were devoting less
and less space to the murder.

The Belgian police

were following all sorts
of false leads.

♪ ♪

And yet...

...on my long, lonely walks,

I kept on seeing
the dead woman's face.

♪ ♪

At night it sometimes came
to haunt my dreams.

When it did I crawled
into bed with my father,

and cuddled up against him.

♪ ♪

Why don't you get some sleep,
Father?

No, not just yet.

I won't be long, though.

By the way,

would you rather I went on
calling you "Father"?

Or would you like me
to call you "Albert"?

Ah.
[laughs]

That's funny.

You know, nobody ever
called me Albert

except your mother.

You never told me
how Mother died.

I told you darling,

she died a couple of days
after giving you birth.

Yes, but you never told me how.

That's true.

And today you've got a right
to know the truth.

It's a sordid tale.

I had to wait 'til you were
born so I could kill her.

Does it horrify you?

I simply wanted to know.

If I had known her

it might have been different.

Do you mind telling me
why you did it?

I had found out
that she was cheating on me,

and I'd been suffering the
pains of hell for some time.

I can't bear treason.

I can't bear it.

But I waited...

...because of you.

I wanted you.

I knew I'd have a girl
and I had to wait
to see you were born.

The rest was easy.

My life changed entirely
when you were born,

and there was no part in it
for her.

If you thought I'd been untrue
to you, would you kill me?

I'd do worse than that.

But I wouldn't survive you.
I'd kill myself.

I'd kill myself because
nothing in the world

would matter anymore.

I'd commit hara-kiri.

It's the only way
of killing yourself

if you want to die
with dignity.

Forgive me.

Now let's talk about
those plans I made.

How 'bout it?

Oh, yes.
Tell me all about them.

Let's do something
different this time

and have fun doing it.

[Eugenia]
The occasion turned up
quite unexpectedly

within a few days.

We'd gone to see some movie
in a nearby town

and were driving back home
early in the evening...

...when suddenly,
I saw a girl standing
on the side of the road

trying to thumb a ride.

Did you see her?

[laughing]

Oh, my nose tells me you're
going to Hamburg, am I right?

- Yes, you are.
- I knew it!

Oh, sit in front.
There's room for three.

She was Austrian-
a student,

and an utter idiot.

She was tickled pink
to have run into us,

and told us so effusively.

You look like such nice people.
How lucky can a girl get?

I usually get picked up
by creeps,

or at least they try,
but no go.

I wait for some nice people
like you to come along,

and this time I didn't have
to wait around at all!

Are you married?

Yes, how could you tell?

My nose- and it tells me you
haven't been married for long. I've got a sixth sense
about things.

I take one look at people

and they might as well
stand naked before me.

If I'd have been a boy,
I'd have been a cop.

Nobody puts anything over
on this girl!

I know who I'm dealing with
at first glance!

That's why I don't mind hiking.

Anybody I don't like,
I'm out like a shot.

[Eugenia]
We invited her
to have dinner with us

and then spend the night
at our place.

She was very happy about it.

Kitty, come here.
- Ah, sure!

And she was even happier

when I suggested she put on
some of my things for dinner.

Try it on, will you?

It's about your size.

Oh! Thanks!

Okay, I'll try it on.
Sure.

I'm sure it'll fit.

It's awfully sweet of you.

Give me a hand.
- Okay.

There.

Careful, there might be
some hair caught in the knot.

Buttons, buttons.
Life's got too many buttons.

[laughs]

I think it'll look
very good on you.

Ah!

I like it!
[giggles]

I like black.
It really suits me.

What do you think?

This thing must have
cost you a fortune!

Ah!

[groovy music ♪]

You know how to play
the King Edward game?

No!
How do you play?

Wait a minute.

You take a glass

and then you say,
"To King Edward the First."

Then you do this;
one, one, one, one,

and drink up!

The next player does it twice
for King Edward the Second,

and thrice for King Edward
the Third, and so on!

And the penalty for a mistake

is emptying your glass
in one gulp.

It's easy to play
and it gets funny in no time.

All right.
Let's play.

I say you start first.

[laughing]
All right.

It's the silliest game I ever
heard of, but let's go.

One, one, one, one,

and one, to Edward the First!

All right.
I guess it's my turn to try.

To King Edward the Second.
One two, one two, one two.

To King Edward the Second.

All together now.

My turn now.
A toast to King Edward
the Third!

One two three, one two three,
one two three, one two three.

Let's drink to the health
of King Edward the Sixth!

One two three four five six!
[laughing]

You're one touch short there!

Down the hatch, now, go on!

Go on, let's see you do it!

[laughing]

A toast to Edward the sixth.
One two three four five six.

[laughing, counting]

Hold it.
I never get drunk.

All right.
Once more 'round the block.

I guess it's my turn now.

Let's drink to the health
of King Edward the Sixth!

One two three four five six,
one two three four five six,

one two three four five six.

[all laughing]

To the health of King Edward
the Sixth!

One two three four five six,
one two three four five six,

one...

[all laughing]

Know what?
We got stuck on six.

Let's go up to seven.

One two three four
five six seven,

One two three four
five six seven.

Hey! You fluffed!
Stop. Stop.

Stop- Don't--
Sorry, bottoms up.

Alright, if you say so.
I guess I gotta believe you.

All right,
to Edward the Seventh!

[laughing]

Let's play another game.

All right.
What?

Let's play dead.

The game is supposed to teach
you how to control your body.

What?
I don't wanna control my body!

Hang on.
Let me show you.

Ah, all right, I'm dead

and if I move,
let me be punished

and I'll submit, for the dead
can't protest.

Now try to make her react,
and if she does,

we'll devise
some horrible punishment.

All right, I'm dead.
- Go on.

[giggling]

Are you ticklish?

[giggling]

Let's see.
[giggling]

Oh, she is dead!
[laughing]

[chuckles]

[laughing]

You lost, and punished
you shall be.

What are you gonna do to me?!

I'll think of something.

Ooh, I've got an idea.

[laughs]
The punishment fits the crime.

You're sentenced to watch-
I mean do a striptease!

What?!
- That's right.

Oh.

That's it.

Aah.

[giggling]

[light music ♪]

♪ ♪

[grunting]
It's stuck.

I got it.

[laughing]

♪ ♪

[song fades out ♪]

That's it.
The show's over.

Your turn now.

All right.
[giggles]

[laughs]

[giggling]

[ominous music ♪]

[grunting]

[muffled cries]

[silence]

[panting]

[orgasmic cries]

♪ ♪

[Eugenia]
At dawn,

the girl's body disappeared
forever in the lake.

It was the fist time we usedthe lake to dispose of a body.

Eight others, five girls
and three boys,

followed her
in this watery grave-

all hitchhikers.

No one ever suspected us.

One evening Father
took me along to Berlin.

Though it wasn't far,I almost never went to Berlin.

[traffic]

The Church of Remembrance.

Ugly remembrance.

Why the devil should anyone
want to remember?

I mean, wars or massacres
or epidemics.

Men don't want to forget
the fact that they're beasts,

and they'd rather turn
to a glorified past

than face a dismal future.

Come on.
It's getting cold.

You like it?
- Uh huh.

Window shopping seems
to be a pleasure

only townspeople have to enjoy.

How are you, Mr. Tanner?

Nice to see you, Mr. Radeck.
How are you?

How are you?

What are you doing in Berlin?

Well, I told you I'd be
following your experiments.

That's the reason I'm here.
- Is that so?

That's quite interesting.

And what have you found out,
Mr. Tanner?

A couple of fascinating things.
I'm referring to two murders.

Two?
Isn't that a lot?

So it is.
I'm only starting.

Do you hold us responsible
for these murders?

Yes.
They stand as masterpieces.

You must be insane, Tanner,
making such an accusation.

I'm convinced that no one but
you could have committed them.

Flattery will get you nowhere,
Mr. Tanner.

I'm not trying to get anywhere
beyond where I got already,
my dear girl.

I know about as much
as I need to.

But some day you're going to
fall into your own trap.

Despite the intelligence
you give me credit for?

You are smart, Mr. Radeck,
in fact,

so smart that someday
you'll outwit yourself.

Life always gets back
at those who despise it.

Remember I warned you.

We've got some shopping to
do, Mr. Tanner.

Goodbye.
- See you soon, Mr. Radeck.

[Eugenia]
Tanner's words had left
their impact on me.

Had we gone too far?

How was it all going to end?

You're upset.

You mustn't worry
about a thing.

Trust me, darling.

That madman is utterly
powerless against us.

We're going to do better yet.

My idea is to film
everything we do.

You see...

...something new.

Shear beauty.

We'll need a special prey.

You'll be the bait.

You'll make him believe
you fell in love with him.

He acted... like...

...our meeting with you
had never occurred.

It seemed that my father...

[gasping]

...wasn't worried.

He wanted... to go on...

...and on.

It'll be fascinating.

An exciting brand new game.

I believe I've found the man
who fits my plan to a T.

A half-baked musician

who plays trumpet
in some small club in town.

He tries to come on strong,

but he's naive
and hypersensitive.

He doesn't go out with women.

He might even be a virgin.

You won't have any trouble
seducing him

and maneuvering him.

And when all's said and done,
we'll film his death.

Did you hear me?

It'll be our masterpiece.

He lived like a damn fool
and he'll die like a fool.

He's so miserable,
he'll kill himself...

...and we're going to watch him
kill himself.

You're going to bewitch him
right out of his life.

It won't be much fun
making love with him.

It won't.

But that's how it is.

I will if you want me to.

I will if you ask me to.

I'll do absolutely anything
you ask me to do.

I know I can count on you.

[jazzy music ♪]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[song ends ♪]

His apartment is on
the second floor.

He lives alone.

Do you want me to try to meet
him tonight at the club?

[Eugenia]
Father drove home alone
for the first time.

I stayed in town.

That night I went to the club

and let myself be picked up
by our next victim:

Paul.

That's where he played,
and not too badly, at that.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[song ends ♪]

Don't tell me you do
your own laundry.

No, there's this movie star,
comes in once a week.

Keeps the place clean,
does the laundry,

you know, all that shit.

Then shy lies down on the bed
and we make love.

I'm a great artist.
I live like one.

[plays trumpet ♪]

Damn Miles Davis.
I'll never come
within a mile of him.

Oh, here's somebody I know.

Um...

Wait a minute.

I know, it's Che "Guevra."

That's right, baby,
except it's "Guevara."

It sounds like
you admire him a lot.

Yeah, sure I do.
He knew what he wanted:

revolution against a continent's
exploiters and sundry tyrants.

They got him in the end.

But he fought them,
and he fought 'em well.

Yet they killed him
as if he were a mad dog.

They thought they'd cripple
the revolution...

...when all they did
was give it a hero.

Why'd you come up here with me?

To make love.

That's right.

That's pretty funny.

What am I supposed to say?

Yes ma'am.
Right away, ma'am.

That's not funny.

I want you.

[light music ♪]

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[Eugenia]
Paul was an ideal victim.

Father had been right,
he was highly sensitive.

A fact which he tried to hide
behind a tough-guy attitude.

Deep inside,
he was a hopeless romantic,

a little shy and more than
a little secretive.

At first we met
just to go to bed,

but his romantic side
had taken over,

and he had come to trust me.

He was opening up,becoming more and more candid,

more and more himself.

And he was beginning
to love me.

He still hurled
himself headlong

into political monologues,
reflecting a dreamy idealism-

a quality which suited him
perfectly well,

and made him
a passionate lover.

[light jazzy music ♪]

I could hardly understand
the change that was
coming over me.

Paul's love was like fresh
water from a clear spring.

I felt so incredibly different,

and yet, I did, once again,

exactly what Father expected
of me.

♪ ♪

You haven't made love with
many women before me, have you?

Now, what do you say that for?

Because you still have
a lot to learn.

Oh.

If you don't like it,
get your ass outta here.

Come back in a couple of years.

Maybe I'll have learned
a few new tricks

to keep you satisfied.

Oh, I've hurt his vanity, huh?

What's more, you're a liar.

You'd never act this way
if you loved me.

You know what you are?

A son-of-a-bitch, or worse,
a whimpering pup.

You think you love me?
You don't know what love is.

You think you're a man?

Well you don't know
what a man is, either.

I never want to see you again!

Hmph.

[Eugenia]According to my father's plan,

I was supposed to stay awayfrom him for a couple of weeks.

But it didn't take me long
to realize that I missed him.

I thought about him
all day long

and it upset me.

I had to face the fact
that I was in love with him-

that I needed him,

that I needed to see him, that
I needed to be close to him.

♪ ♪

One night, I sneaked
out of the house.

It was the first time
I did something

against my father's wishes-

the first time I felt
I was deceiving him.

[romantic music ♪]

[ominous music ♪]

[light music ♪]

You know...

...I was supposed to leave you.

I was supposed to tell you
it was all over...

...that you and me weren't
made for each other...

...that a man like you...

...couldn't expect anything
from me.

I was also supposed to say
I'd met someone else...

...a real man...

...and that I
was getting married...

...that he was handsome...

...a real man with a real job.

I was supposed
to humiliate you-

make you feel
utterly miserable.

Why?

Don't ask me.

The thing...

...where you're concerned,

the main thing
is that I'm here...

...that I love you.

Yeah.

Paul, I need your help.

♪ ♪

Oh Paul, darling,

you must help me.

I know you can.

I need your help desperately.

You're the one
I want to live with.

Oh!

I wandered around in a void.

All that because of him.

But now,

I feel free and liberated.

Would you like to
go away with me?

I'd take you
far away from here.

Yes.

Yes.

Take me.

I love you.

[gasps]

[ominous music ♪]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

[silence]

[discordant music ♪]

How are you, Mr. Radeck?

Excuse me.
I'm in a hurry.

You seem a little flustered.

Look, I've about had it.

Get off my back, Tanner.

I won't stand
for your persecution.

Take it easy, Mr. Radeck.

Take it out on yourself,
not me.

[Eugenia]
I had just left Paul

and I felt so nervous.

I knew I had
to talk with Father

and I apprehended
his reaction.

I had to tell him the truth.

I had to tell him I loved Pauland couldn't live without him.

I knew it wasn't
going to be easy,

but I didn't want to postpone
our conversation.

I wanted to get back to Paul
that very evening.

♪ ♪

[door opens]

What's the matter, Father?

[gasps]

[groaning]

You bitch!

Why?
Stop it!

No!
No!

[cries out]

[crying]

Don't!

[crying]

No!
[screams]

[growling]

[screams]

[growling]

[crying]

[suspenseful music ♪]

[grunts]

I've told you everything.

Do what I asked.

You promised.

Please.

Eugenia,

you don't need me.

Eugenia, you're dying.

[gasps]

Please.

♪ ♪