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[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.

♪ ♪