All language subtitles for In Love with Sex (1973)

It was all my fault.
I knew I couldn't get out of it.

You've never tried sex before?

Yes, like all girls. A few
insignificant caresses.

But the disgust was so great that
I walked away almost immediately.

Except that night. To prove to myself
that I was just like everyone else.

Do you feel the same disgust
for all men or just some?

All men. But that night, when...

I was with him in the dark and
everything was going pretty well.

Then, when I saw his face and especially
his eyes, I started to get scared.

Wasn't your father
at the villa that night?

No.

But you never trusted him.

Never. Since then, since that night

I've never been back to the villa.

I went to take refuge with a young
friend of my mother.

Elena took me in and protected me.

Was this before your father's death?

Did he agree to all this?

Yes, but I would have killed
myself rather than go home.

With Elena, it was wonderful.

Beatrice, wake up, little one.

Breakfast is ready.

Do you hear me?

How sleepy you are.

So...

Le me clean my girl

But hey, look.

You loved my mother
very much, didn't you?

I sure did.

Like me? Were you that close?

Well, your mother was
already married when I met her.

Not a little brat like you.

You always treat me like a baby!

Are you angry? Do you want
to fight? Do you? Let's fight!

Hit me! Scratch me! Kill me!

Idiot!

Miss!

Didn't you see me?

It's very unwise to
cross without looking.

However, these things do happen.

I'm sorry this happened to you.
My name is Marc Raverak.

Ah, the writer.

In person. You don't think I'm
going to let you go alone now!

With all those packages, you
could have another accident.

Will you let me take you home?

-Thank you.
-Good!

Ready to load.

Four,

Five and six,

- And seven.
- Thank you. Bye!

Careful, don't drop them, eh?

Shall I accompany you inside?

No, thank you.

That'll do.

Bye!

Bye.

Beatrice.

Do you ever get bored with me?

No, never.

I don't understand why
you're asking me this.

I don't know. Maybe you could
use a friend.

I'm fine with you. I'm happy.

I don't want anything else.
I've got everything. And you?

My dear, I'm so happy with you.
Immensely.

What I would do without you...

Hi, there. You've been
modest in your purchases today.

Will you give me five minutes?

No, I'm afraid I can't.

Come on.

I can't.

Only five minutes, come on!

Well...

It took a lot of convincing,
didn't it?

What would you say if the author
himself read you a few pages?

I hope so.

Let's sit here.

Let's hope there are
no ants. I hate them.

So...

"Excuse me," the editor said to
the director.

This long article on the elections
that I brought you this morning

And which will take
nearly half a page,

Do you know how long
it took me to write it?"

Director: "No."

Editor: "Can you imagine?"

"Only in two hours. I swear."

"But it's nothing. I read it in five
minutes and threw it in the trash."

You know, I have an idea
for a new novel right now.

Is it a secret?

Yes, but not to you.

It's the story of a young woman...

who meets a famous writer and,
to attract his attention...

She drops her packages on the floor.

Oh it's raining!

To the car.

Fuck!

Can I help you?

Is it something serious?

To be honest, I don't really
know anything about cars.

Come on, let's go.

I'm sorry, Elena.

Shut up and drink.

You don't owe me anything...

No explanations.

You're free. You can
do whatever you want.

And did you enjoy
the experience?

Why are you ashamed?

Come on, Beatrice.
Don't be a little girl.

Didn't you feel the same disgust
for Elena as you do for men?

Or were you completely
satisfied and happy with her?

Yes, but at the
same time I felt guilty.

I knew it was wrong, that it wasn't
normal, but I couldn't give it up.

And Marc?

I continued to see Marc.

He showered me with
attention and gifts.

He took me to
museums and churches,

to concerts

and he made me
read what he wrote.

why did you continue to go out with
him if you were satisfied with Elena?

Maybe because he was
a rich and famous writer?

Yes, and also because
he saw me as an adult,

with whom to exchange
ideas, not a little girl like...

Like Elena?

Mhm.

Do you know Tuarino Park?

No, I'd never been there.

It's the heart of Africa, just
a few kilometers from Paris.

Scared?

Maybe, if I were alone.

Do you trust me?

Of course, obviously.

And are you comfortable
in my company?

I prefer yours to the lions'.

And how would you like
to live like this, always?

So, with lions?

Not with me.

In other words,
it's a marriage proposal.

No!

Long live honesty!

No, I mean, I've
never thought about it.

Start thinking about it now.

Impossible!

- It can't be!
- Beatrice!

Impossible!

Beatrice, it's dangerous!

Beatrice, what's wrong?

What's happened?

Are you sick?

Come in with me!

Come on!

Come here.

But what happened?

I can't!

What can't you?

I can't, I can't!

- I can't, it's impossible!
- Calm down, Beatrice!

Oh Elena!

Please calm down!

- Look at me, Elena!
- What happened?

Hold me tight!

I, I, I...

- Am I okay?
- Yes you are.

Hold me tight!

Yes, yes!

Now sit back and relax.

You'll see that it will pass.

Undress.

Yes, darling.

So you'll tell me calmly, eh?

All right, now...

That's all, thank you.

Two friends like us, they have
to tell each other everything.

They must always
be close to each other.

Always close.

Closer and closer.

Yes, I love her

But our love was unnatural

It deprives me of the happiness
of truly being a woman.

To be a mother.

Every day, I asked myself more
questions about my existence.

The thought of my relationship
with Elena filled me with shame.

But did you at
least try to react,

to fight against
those instincts?

Yes, but in the meantime
I'd fallen back into it.

Until the day Marc came back.

And I took the
opportunity to cut it all off.

That's when I agreed
to marry him.

And you didn't think that sexually,
she couldn't cooperate with him?

I'd almost completely
forgotten about that aspect.

Marc was so delicate.

He'd never done
anything I didn't like.

No attempts, not even gestures.

And then there was a lot of
understanding between us

and an affinity of
tastes and feelings.

Thoughts?

It'll be okay, yeah?

Make yourself beautiful.
I'll be right back.

Turn it off, please.

No.

Let me see you.

You're so beautiful.

Don't be afraid.

I love you, you know.

He thought I was screaming
for another reason.

Not because of the
disgust and terror I felt.

I had the strength to
control myself and pretend.

Didn't you feel any pleasure?

Just repulsion, nothing else.

Inexpressible repulsion.

But was it clumsy?

Brutal?

As far as my experience
allows me to judge, no.

He was very delicate, but...

But...

But?

The words he whispered were
the same ones I'd heard before.

Exactly the same words.

When? Where?

Tell me everything.

You must tell me everything
without hiding anything.

My father's words.

That was a nice show
you put on tonight.

I should never have
accepted that invitation.

Like a whore you
shamelessly treated yourself.

With this man, you
don't even know.

That's enough, stop it!

Look at the state you've
reduced yourself to.

Disgusting!

No, let me go!

No, let me go!

Leave me alone!

Françoise, what are you doing?

I love you, you know?

I still love you.

Put the gun away.

Put it away!

I love you, Françoise.

I've never told anyone.

I couldn't denounce my father.

The investigation, as you yourself
know, ended in a mistrial,

and the killer was never found.

But I know my father killed her.

Well, how can you be sure?

Have you seen it
with your own eyes?

No.

All I heard was a scream,
then a gunshot.

And maybe another scream.

I don't remember well,
it's all so confusing.

I also found my mother's diary.

On the last page, she wrote
that she was pregnant from a stranger

and she didn't have
the courage to tell my father.

I need to see those papers.

Did you return to the villa
after your father's death?

No, never again
after the funeral.

And your husband?

After that first night, I didn't
have the courage to face him.

I felt I had to escape right away,

just like my father escaped,
after killing my mother.

I went back to her.

To her?

Yes, Elena.

It's clear, Beatrice.

She loves you as she
loved your mother.

With her, these two
affections overlap and merge.

What do you want, dear?

Nothing.

I have a nice surprise
for you tonight.

You'll see that you'll have fun.

Look, it's a paradise.

Are you still sad?

Think about reality.

Think about the
things that matter.

Now we'll be happy, we'll
always be together, you and me.

It's all over now.

No?

Come on.

My little one, don't be sad.

You'll never see him again.

Ever.

Darling.

Mr. Raverac.

Ah, you know me?

Let's just say that the portrait I've
been given of you is pretty similar.

However, I imagined
it differently.

You imagined me as a Gorgon.

No, not exactly.

More like...

Say... Say exactly
what you think.

Don't be afraid of being rude.

You imagined me in a
different way, didn't you?

Where's Beatrice?

Come.

Please come in.

Beatrice is free.

And she alone has chosen
the path she wishes to follow.

She is the master
of her own life.

I'd like to see her.

She's still very weak,
I don't know if she's emotionally...

I want to see her.
That is my right.

Oh, yes.
Your right.

Wasn't that nice?

Just leave without a word.

Without explanation.

I couldn't explain
anything, Marc.

As you can see,
I've found you again.

And in the meantime
I've learned a few things.

Tell me you don't
love me and I'll leave.

I can't tell you because
it wouldn't be true.

So?

Please, Marc,
don't torture me.

Would you rather I left?

You don't want to
live with me anymore?

It's not like that.

I'd love to, but...

Here's the solution.

Marc can stay as a guest.

The house is big
enough, isn't it?

Of course it is.

"With love" - Marc

"I love you" - Marc.

Blow hard.

Come and see, darling.

Is that for me?!

It's so beautiful!

When can I put it on?

Even now, if you want!

- Go upstairs, we'll wait for you here.
- Then I'm going.

And this is my latest book,
dedicated to my dear little wife.

What a surprise!

Thank you.
Good evening.

How are you?

Anna.

Excuse me...

Hi, how are you?

It was very kind to invite me

Did you know I'd come?

Yes.

Are you happy?

Really?

Besides, I'm here tonight in
a non-professional capacity,

- Just as a friend.
- Oh, yeah?

- A true friend.
- Yeah.

Sincerely.

- Who, Paulo?
- Yes.

But he's an exhibitionist.

No.

Dear,
We drink, then home.

Then Marisa got drunk.

But I didn't believe it.

Please excuse me.

Sorry, Doctor.

Excuse me a moment.

It's a new psychological technique
derived from Indica philosophy.

You stay here. Don't move.

Okay, Mom.

Let's go.

When she told him she was pregnant,
as she wrote in her diary,

My father killed her. How horrible.

I mean, are you convinced that
your father murdered your mother?

- Yes, I'm convinced.
- And that's after making love to her?

Of course, I'm sure.

And I've heard it.

Why am I not normal?

Why am I not like everyone else?

But you're not abnormal.

You've suffered a violent shock.

Let me think,

Come and see me tomorrow.

In my studio, eh?

Your body is in perfect health.

That's where something's wrong.

But we'll fix it.

Do you have the most
complete and blind trust in me?

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Then you must obey me.

Blindly.

Even if the treatment I'm about to give
you requires a great deal of sacrifice.

And even if it seems
very strange at first.

Yes.

You see, Beatrice,
your case is quite complex.

You think your father killed your mother
that night immediately after making love.

And that's where it comes from

Your fear is that someone
will have you.

Also, when you saw
your mother at the ball

You've become convinced that
true love is what wears a mask.

I'll heal you by making you

live through an experience
similar to this one.

I'm afraid, Doctor.

Is there no other way?

Do you really want to heal
and become normal again?

Yes, Doctor, yes.

I can't live like this anymore.

So listen, you're going
to have to meet a man.

And have intimate
relations with him.

But without ever
seeing his face.

But how can this be?

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll take care of it.

Stay home, I'll call
you tomorrow, eh?

Be ready.

Nervous?

No.

Ah, darling, would you
mind give me a martini?

Here you go

Thank you.

- Marc, do you want some?
- What?

- Do you want some?
- Ah yes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Beatrice, my angel,
stop being anxious.

You're making me seasick.

Come and sit here, next to me.

Look at these...

I like the blue one,

What do you think?

Thank you.

Yes?

This is me.

Today?

Yes, as we agreed.

Is it really certain?

Yes, just a moment.

I'll write it down.

Good.

Yes.

All right, then.

Goodbye.

Who was it?

Ah, nothing,
a buyer for Dad's villa.

Oh.

When Beatrice's father died,
he entrusted her to me.

I understand, her Father.

All right, then.

But you were friends with
her mother, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

But was her mother
completely normal?

I mean...

That she was crazy and so on.

Okay.

And the husband had a lover.

Where are you going with this?

Elena.

Please listen to me.

You've got to be straight
with me, for Beatrice's sake.

I'm treating your friend, but to do so,
I need to know all about her family.

Do you understand now?

I don't like to talk
about the past.

However, Beatrice's father...

He was an exceptional man.

And he didn't deserve
the woman he had.

So I...

I was so young, so cold.

So inexperienced.

He had decided to divorce her
and to marry me.

But despite this, he had
never asked me for anything.

He was a kind man.

First, he wanted...

that I become his wife.

And then...

One evening.

My darling!

Elena, it's over between us.

Forget all my promises.

We can never see
each other again.

Never again.

But why?

What happened?

I can no longer
divorce my wife.

She's a sick woman.

The clinic's head-doctor told me today.

I can't leave her.

If I did it now,
I'd be a coward.

I must abandon you.

Forever.

Oh, no, darling!
Not this, never!

I love you.

I don't want to lose you.

I love you too, Elena.

And I'm in a lot of pain.

Even though I'm not your wife.

I want to be yours
at the same time.

No one else's.

You'd just make it
harder for me, darling.

I'm all yours.

At least one last time, darling.

It was the last time
he would allow it.

And I kept my promise.

Never to belong to any other man.

But not to a woman.

Good-bye, Doctor.

Elena.

Why Beatrice?

She's the daughter of the
only man I've ever loved.

She's a bit like him.

You don't love Beatrice.

You're selfish.

But you don't understand.

- You're sick.
- Stop it!

No, there's no love between you.

Beatrice is suffering
from this situation.

You never knew how to give her,
not even a little human warmth.

You treat her like an object.

Without even trying
to understand her.

I love Beatrice.

Even if through her
I still love her father.

I can't say to her how I feel

She wouldn't understand me.

But I don't want to hurt her.

I just want to...

protect her and keep
her always close to me.

She came to me.

Alone.

I never forced her.

You have no right to separate...

two people who love each other.

She loves me!
She only lives well with me!

She doesn't think
about stupid principles.

Please excuse me.

It's ridiculous to act like
this in front of people.

Elena, but I'm a friend.

Hi

Good evening, Elena.

Where's Beatrice?

In her room, I think.

What's going on with you?
Is something wrong?

Of course, is it possible
you haven't noticed

how strange Beatrice
has been lately?

No, why?
Did you have a fight?

No, worse.

Beatrice has changed.

I think she must be in a
relationship with someone.

She obviously has her needs.

I see this doesn't seem
to worry you too much.

Why should it?

Everyone is free to find
happiness wherever they want.

What about us?

Clearly, our affection
isn't enough.

Oh, Marc, don't act dumb.

Beatrice is cheating on you.

She has a lover.

And you want to pretend
like there's nothing?

You're doing enough
worrying already.

Anyway, I don't think
Beatrice has a lover.

But I do.

Hello

Do you feel tired today?

Oh no, as soon as I get up,
it's always like this.

But I'm not tired.

I feel great.

And I'm hungry.

What are you looking at?

I've decided to
buy a house for us.

It's very near.

I'd like you to come
and see it with me.

If you don't mind, of course.

Not at all, in fact, when?

I made an appointment
for today at half past five.

No, I can't.

I've got an appointment...
with the hairdresser.

That's okay, I can reschedule.
Whenever you want.

- Let's do it tomorrow afternoon.
- All right, then.

Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

Thank you.

Come in.

The garden is also
included in the price?

Of course, and why not?

Oh nice.

It's a little rustic.

It's adorable!

How I wish I had
a house like this.

To furnish as I wish.

All to myself.

Well it's for you.
As long as you want it.

You're so sweet, Marc.

I don't deserve it.

Don't be silly.

How about a nice fire?

Yes!

I also found some cognac.

You want?

I'd love to.

Thanks.

To your home.

- It feels so good.
- It does?

Come.

No.

No, don't!

Don't, please, Marc.
Excuse me.

Beatrice, it's okay.

I don't want to force you.

I can wait.

We'll have time.

Oh my god! It's getting late.
I must be going.

Do you always keep
your appointments?

Yes, I do, Doctor.

Just like you told me.

Every day at six
in the afternoon.

You're taking care of
yourself with this

And you're healing.

Or at least...

I hope so.

But one thing's for sure.

You're pregnant.

But that's not possible!

Don't you believe me?

I mean... it's scary.

Not at all!

It's wonderful.

You're going to tell
the man in charge,

and I'm sure he'll want
to make amends.

But I don't like this man.

For me, he's nothing more
than a tool for healing.

You may love him
without knowing it.

No, I love my husband.

You feel friendship and esteem
for your husband,

but not love.

At least from the psychiatric point of view

You're perfectly cured.

In seven months' time, for
the birth, you'll go to this clinic.

And what do I do now?

Here's the address.

But doctor, what
should I do with my life?

My dear.

Your life is now in your hands.

It's up to you to decide.

See you soon, and good luck.

- Are you leaving?
- Yes, I am.

Everything has an end.

Marc, I have to admit
something to you.

I have a lover.

I'm sorry about that.

No, Beatrice.

It's not necessary.
I know all about it.

It is with my permission that Dr. Henry
Moir has experimented this therapy on you.

And I knew all...

all the risks.

No excuses.

That would be pointless.

And now, sit down, my dear.

I need to tell you a few
things about your past,

and this is something
you absolutely must know.

Dr. Moir pieced it all together.

Your mother was neurasthenic.

And everything she wrote
in her diary was pure fantasy.

Your father has always
been good to her,

and the truth has
been hidden from you.

It was only because he
thought you'd be traumatized.

Your mother...

she killed herself.

No, my father killed her.

She was pregnant.

No, she wasn't.

The autopsy proved otherwise.

In this diary are your
father's last notes.

Read them.

Dr. Moir found
it in your papers.

"And above all,
Beatrice must never know..."

"about her mother's illness,"

"or how she died"

"because she'd be traumatized"

"since she's so sensitive."

Poor Papa, if I only knew!

I love you, Marc.

Yes, I know.

It's a spiritual love.

No, I don't know, maybe I can...

Really?

Could you?

But are you sure?

Goodbye, Beatrice.

Beatrice, what's wrong?

It's over.

With Marc?

Everything is over.

And perhaps it all begins again.

Beatrice...

Listen, today, we need to talk.

I don't know if I love her
or my husband,

But I'm having a baby.

What?
A baby?

Marc!

Marc...

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