All language subtitles for Libido.The.Urge.to.Love.1971-en

Imagine that.

Students complain
they have too much work.

They threw a garbage can
on the Dean's head.

In my day, when I studied seamanship,

if one had dared to do so,

we would have been thrown
out in the street quickly.

There was discipline at that time.

It was not so bad.

In his time...

My father lived continuously
remembering his youth.

And didn't worry about mine.

We all lived stuck in his past.

And we couldn't get ourselves
out of his stories.

My mother, for the last twenty years,
only spoke to him to ask:

Are you going to drink coffee
when you have finished?

As if she didn't know.
Old custom of master mariner.

Coffee, three times a day,
and no sugar.

Why would he want to stay awake?

He spent his life sleeping as one
sleeps during a sermon in church.

Good evening, Mr. Desagne.

You come again to steal our daughter.
Are you going to the cinema?

Of course. I watched only
two films in my life,

but they have to go every
week. In my day...

Don't bring her home too late.

Do not worry, mother.
Have a good evening.

And as soon as we left them,

I knew they'd talk about my older
brother who died in Indochina.

If only he was here, she would
not need a boyfriend for fun.

Come, I want to go home.

Living without love...

my parents had taught
me to hate love.

I couldn't even bear the touch
of Eric's hands.

I could not bear the sight of
other people making love.

Not knowing pleasure I couldn't
understand the pleasure of this girl.

Look.

Wait.

So, young people?
You want to keep us company?

Another night perhaps, now we
have to go.

Here, type this before noon.

It's the insurance's report of Mr...

What are you waiting?

Return quickly to your office.

When employees lose
time, the chiefs lose money.

What's up my little Carole?
Are you still in love with me?

You know what I've heard?
People say you missed me.

Are you here to tell me only
this nonsense?

What do I hear? Are you scolding
the nephew of the boss now?

You see I am working.

What a disappointment.
I planned to leave to Cyth�re

and now I find a model employee.

I am a victim of the morality of
the middle class workers.

That's life. See you soon.

I'll be back.

Next time tell him he is an idiot.

Since you knew before me
why don't you tell him yourself?

That's how I was living,
between the boredom of my parents,

the pusillanimity of my boyfriend...

and the monotonous
disinterest of my work.

Mrs. Fran�ois had dressed my mother,

it was agreed then that
Mrs. Fran�ois would dress me.

That's the family spirit for you.

You... you look so much
like your mother when she was young.

By the way, this wedding
with Mr. Eric,

is it soon?

When leaving the house
of Mrs. Fran�ois...

I saw him and it was an infatuation.

Did you see her x-rays, doctor?

Yes, it's a miracle to have such
a fall with as little damage.

Yes, not a fracture, it's incredible.
And about the psychological damage?

Do you think she's normal?
Is there no apparent trauma?

Hard to say for now,
she has not yet spoken.

Hopefully, the future will tell us.

- We see you again tomorrow?
- Unfortunately, no.

My holidays are over.
I'm leaving this afternoon.

Have a good trip, Doctor.
Thanks and see you soon.

But what do I see Miss?
It is not wise to get up so soon.

A little patience, you must
take your time and rest.

Here! Lie down.

Try to sleep a little,
you'll see, everything will be fine.

My convalescence continued
in the family home.

And it was here for the first time

that I felt the first symptoms
of the shameful disease

that would change my life.

I had never thought
about my body before

and suddenly I found myself
thinking only about it.

Its presence haunted me.

At every moment I wanted to touch it.

At every moment I had to look at myself.

Surprised by this body which
now give me so much pleasure.

Can you come downstairs, my darling?

- Your boyfriend is waiting for you.
- Let him come up mother.

It would not be correct for
him to enter in your room.

I'll tell him to come back tomorrow.

You can trust Eric.

And it would distracts me a little...

Are you alright?

I had to see you.

No, do not thank me.

You have... I want... I wish...

What?

But here? Like that?

I beg you, it's what
you wanted when...

I was so embarrassed to ask him this way
and I felt so sorry for him.

A poor man who lost his temper
so miserably.

At the same time, my desire was
so strong that I could not wait.

Then everything went fast.

Eric, I beg you.

What if your mother comes in?

Are you mad?

- Are you mad at me?
- No, but...

Suddenly, I was afraid
and very embarrassed.

To provoke him, I said:

But you take me for a whore?

No, a neurotic, an hysterical,

a nymphomaniac.

That's it. You're a nymphomaniac.

He looked so devastated
that I started laughing.

It was nerves. Nymphomaniac.
I did not even know it meant,

Maybe he didn't know neither.

This first contact with love
had not really satisfied me.

I had felt a pleasure unknown
to me so far, very violent,

but I wanted more.

I dared not look
Eric face to face anymore.

I was embarrassed by him.

And also I suspected
he was not up to it.

You're crying, my darling. What
happened? You had an argument with Eric?

- No, mother, no.
- Answer me, my child.

Do not be afraid.

It will stay between us. I will not say
anything to your father.

Where do you come from?

You don't want to answer me?

I'm worried.

Since your accident,
you're not the same.

Before you trusted me,
you talked to me.

Poor mother,

I could not tell her
that since my accident

I was seized by a sex madness
that did not stop growing.

She would never have understood.

She, who only knew the desire
that my father inspired to her.

What did she know about love?
Nothing.

Since she had never been unfaithful
to her husband.

I could not tell anything
to my mother, nor Eric.

Why did I confess to Gina?

Because this old high school friend

had in my teenage vision
an experience that fascinated me.

So, I talked, I told her everything.

She thought it was almost normal.
I insisted.

You understand, before, I did not
even know what it meant being lusty.

You were a bit retarded, no?

It's terrible...

but now I have to resist or
I would always be making love.

- I know it's wrong.
- Of course not.

Love is fine.

But to always want to do it?

Listen, between frigidity
and nymphomania...

What?

Between two evils you must
learn to choose the least.

And being nympho is less common.

You think I'm a...

A nymphomaniac? So what?

So what? Gina was the second
to call me a nymphomaniac.

I was beginning to believe it.

Also my body became
increasingly demanding.

Though I tried to be careful
the scandal had to explode someday.

The next day, the day went
as boring as any other day.

But I was afraid.

Since the beginning of the afternoon
my flesh vibrated and bullied me.

Will I have the strength
to resist any longer?

There, another day gone by.

One more, one less.

Here, take the mail to sign to the boss.

You want me to see you
at home tonight, my sweet?

I understand that you
desire me, it is normal.

But I already have three
appointments for tonight.

Really?

With your friend Sylvie?

For me too?
Both of you at the same time?

But it is Sodom and Gomorrah.

Since you bring the girls,
I bring the champagne.

See you later.

So, my little Carole?
Always young, beautiful...

and virgin?

What is it?

You don't feel well?

- Carole is not here?
- No, she's in the boss's office.

Why are you smiling?
There is nothing extraordinary.

Of course.

But she's in there since half an hour.

The boss's nephew needs
time to sign three letters.

- It's not the boss in there?
- No, he left for two days in Paris.

Mr. Olivier is replacing him.

Come on, Eric.

It is Mr. Olivier who signs
the mail by proxy.

- I beg you, try to understand.
- Understand what?

That my daughter is a whore, perfectly.

A nympho, a Jezebel.
My God, it had to happen to me.

Let her speak.
Maybe she has an excuse.

There is no excuse for an infamy
of this type.

She will leave.

You don't mean what you're saying?

- But where will she go?
- I do not care.

She was my daughter, she cheated me.
I don't know her anymore.

I beg you, Bertrand.

God asks us to forgive
those who offend us.

Shut up.

- You are free to go with her.
- Don't be concerned, mother.

Father is right.
I can't stay here.

But I don't want you to
leave without knowing

where you're going
and how you will live.

And I won't be ashamed to share
remorse with you.

Remorse is not a substitute
to forgiveness.

Within two days, I
want her to leave the house.

___________________________________________And all rushed along according
to a rigorous provincial logic.

Eric forgave to Olivier
to keep his job

and to stop the ridicule
of the scandal against me.

The news spread quickly in the city.

I had become the whore
people are pointing to.

Mr. Dirgrand, my former employer,

was a fine man and deplored
the conduct of his nephew.

But how to repair the irreparable?

After all, I was adult.

To get me away from the shame,

he proposed to my father to send
me to work in Paris

at his sister and since he promised
she would take care of me

my mother agreed to let me go.

And one day, I left Menton,

tormented by the remorse
to have hurt my mother.

But I have no time.

- Ms. Carole has arrived, ma'am.
- Let her in.

- Okay, Mrs.
- I'm sorry, my honey.

- Did you have a good trip?
- Excellent, thank you.

My brother explained everything to me.

Let's forget Olivier.

His intolerable rudeness
doesn't do him justice.

I know you speak English.
You have a Bachelor of Arts degree.

What do you know about modern art?
Never mind.

My clients generally are ignorant,

a little memory will quickly make them
think you are more educated than them.

Starting tomorrow, you will be in
charge of the store with my clerk.

She will put you in the loop.

But you have to be very careful
because in eight days you will be alone.

Until I find something better,
you will stay here.

Do you like?

It's very nice.
I do not know how to thank you.

Get used to not give
thanks to anyone.

That will avoid you
having many disappointments.

You seem confused.

What will you do tonight?

I don't know.

Muriel had done well.

She had understood that to seduce me

she had to let me have
the most beautiful night of my life.

The sweetness of her words
got me drunk

as much as the hot wines
she offered to me.

I was so good with her...

I was wrong to believe
in the sincerity of Muriel's love.

Soon I would be the victim
of her Machiavellianism.

You didn't tell me you had
a new clerk?

- She is very pretty, right?
- You can say that.

Where did you find her?

It's my fool of a brother
who sent her to me.

- Your brother from Menton?
- Himself.

Countryside is full of resources.
We should not forget it.

And she is ...?

I thought we'd discuss business?

Yes, yes, but, tell me about her.

Who is she? How is she?

Well, she's a small shopkeeper
which obeys quite well to her lady boss.

A little upset, a little romantic.

The ideal dosage for a rich
Roman merchant passing in Paris.

If you can get me an appointment,
I buy half of your store.

Deal. Let's have dinner
together tomorrow night.

There's no better occasion
to sign a bill of sale.

Tired of these perversions,
I was wandering the streets of Paris.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I was lonely, tired, sick, nymphomaniac.

I said quietly to myself:
I'm a nymphomaniac

I'm a nymphomaniac.

Sometimes to cross the path of
a man in the street was enough

to feel desire rising
again through my body.

What I dreaded

was that this desire could be reborn
in front of any man.

Sick? Yes, I was really sick.

But a disease can be cured,

the cancer can be cured sometimes.

Why not cure nymphomania?

- You come to me for a query, right?
- Yes, Doctor, but not for me.

It's for a friend.
I understand.

I felt so embarrassed that I could not
talk of me saying I.

So I invented the character of
a poor girl

who resembled me physically
and morally,

It allowed me to tell her all
my adventures since my accident.

She understood everything.
Even what I wanted to hide.

You seem very upset
about your friend.

You have to send her to me here.

Is it serious?
She's a nymphomaniac, is she not?

- Nymphomaniac? What does it mean?
- I do not know, I...

Do not ever use medical terms

when you ignore the exact meaning.
Nymphomania...

- It is a serious illness.
- Yes and no.

It takes a few treatments
very special, very long.

Hormonal and psychiatric.

But it can be cured.

Perhaps your friend suffers only
from a slight trauma

that causes a sexual disorder
almost common.

Anyway, Miss,

tell your friend that not all
tumours are cancerous.

There are many less malignant
that benign.

It was the kind of comfort that
was offered to those facing death.

But, better than anyone, I was sure
to know the exact origin of my evil.

Also tell your friend to come
to me with confidence.

She does not have to be ashamed.

And if I do not carefully examine her,

I cannot say anything about her case.

Next.

Muriel had praised
Bruno's good education.

And I trusted her easily.

He was a delicious scoffer.
He spoke fluently.

He was cheerful, intelligent, gallant.
But at the end...

I do not think I could have spent a
nicer evening somewhere else.

With Muriel they made
a very pretty couple.

And I wondered if they had been lovers.

Then I thought my question
was quite naive.

And suddenly in front of this man
and this woman,

I felt a desire so brutal
that I wanted to scream.

But I restrained myself.

Again I felt ashamed by this
disease that fell on me.

Muriel, with great intuition,
probably felt my bewilderment.

- I'm sorry.
- It's nothing.

I didn't know your vampire appetite.

Charming.

You form a very nice couple.

If only Carole was more relaxed.

It went from bad to
worse very quickly...

Both undressed and I let
them play with me.

Unable to resist,

shattered between shame
and desire growing inside me.

Unfortunately, the desire
was the strongest.

I was so weak.

And they played so well.

I was a prisoner of their
desires and mine.

And I was even more alone
and bewildered.

It was no use seeing a doctor again

if it was to confirm
my dark forebodings.

Definitely medicine could not
do anything for me.

There was then a last resource:
Religion.

The principles of my parents had
bothered me enormously.

For the first time, I thought believing
in God could be my hope of salvation.

Good morning, are you
looking for someone?

No, I...

These church doors are always
difficult to open but come in.

Please, after you.

What's wrong?

Are you sick?

Rest a moment.

Would you prefer me to stay
at your side or me to leave?

So, I can go and devote to my flock?

Of course.

So, my child...

You're late, Carole.

It is a defect that I
cannot stand of my employees.

But maybe you got used to go to bed
later since being in Paris.

She pretended not to remember
our night to humiliate me.

In fact, it hardly matters.

Your private life does not interest me.

But under any circumstances,
I want to get here before you.

Go and fill the order form
of Mr. Garrucci.

- Do you remember that Italian that ...?
- Of course, madam.

Perfect, I like when my
employees have memory.

When you're finished, you can go home.

I close shop for a month.

Muriel was leaving for a travel
business to Japan.

She offered me a month of vacation.

Not out of generosity

but to prove that I could only be
delighted to live under her domination.

For a change of scenery,

I decided to take a few days
holiday on the Atlantic coast,

that I hadn't visited yet.

Using the car that Muriel
had given me up until her return.

I went there on a bright morning.

I'm going to Arcachon.
Is it in your direction?

- Yes, I'm even going beyond.
- Lucky me.

Can I get in?

What's wrong?

Are you mad?

Let me go.

Since then, I was not the same.

I knew my disease was all-powerful.

Why fight against the impossible?

The first time it was chance
that brought you here.

But today?

Does it matter to know where you're
going if you do not know who you are?

What is it?

Do you need me?

The priest knew that some confessions

needed God's nature
to be receivable to men.

And I immediately trusted him.

To break free of my anxieties,
I told my story in detail.

How I had lived in Menton,

under what circumstances I had left,

what I had become.

But nothing seemed to shock him.

Perhaps you consider this normal.

But who says that God believes
the same thing?

God always forgives those who suffer,
the sin they commit.

And if I say that sometimes
I took pleasure...

A fugitive pleasure that you then
pays with much suffering, right?

It hurts so much, Father. The body, the
soul, everything is rotten in me.

No. You're aware
of this evil inside you.

What you will need now
is the will to fight.

- I feel so weak.
- God tests you.

- He leaves when I need him...
- Do not sin against hope.

To begin with, did you
go to see a doctor?

I am sure that a sick body

prevents true healing of the soul:
"Mens sana in corpore sano".

You must be active instead of
withdrawing into yourself

and your little problems.

Yes, yes, your little problems,
your very little problems,

in respect to the major problems
God inflicts to all men.

What if you had a deadly disease?

- I'd rather...
- No, do not blaspheme.

He hears you.

He is everywhere,

Even here.

- He only has three leaves.
- Four. Don't you see the fourth?

It is here, as God.

Well, enough speaking about him.

Think about him, it will be just fine.

I think about him but...

Think less of you
and more about the others.

- I have nobody.
- One day someone will come for sure.

Everything will be better for you.

Meanwhile, why not spend
your time more wisely

and do a good deed?

I don't know... Dedicate
yourself to an activity.

Following the advice of the priest, I
registered to the University of Paris.

I studied with ardour
a course in philosophy.

Unfortunately, my illness
was stronger than my will.

I was insane again.

And I thought of the
evil that tormented me.

See you Saturday, we go to Deauville.

No. It's not my fault.

Yes, take a whip and hit me!
It feels so good.

I don't want, I don't
want to see my father again.

If he learns who I am...

Yes, Muriel...

Slowly ...like this...

You see, Father...

Your sermons were useless.

However, I prayed, I prayed.
My God.

God. Help me.

Save me.

Relax now.

You're safe.

I'm here.

I won't leave you.

That's it. Try to wake up a little.

Too much sleep has tired you.
Try looking around.

Come on.

Open your eyes.

Light will do you some good.

You will save her.

A young body does not accept
death so easily.

To save a body, it's nothing,
Right, Father?

It's a good thing but you're right,
it's not enough.

Let us join our efforts
if we want her to...

But medicine can't do nothing

against some disorders of the mind?

You know her, Father. Tell me about her.

Help me to help her.

In his delirium, I heard that...

It is indeed a rather special
case, pretty pitiful.

This girl had...

Do not leave me alone.
Alone, alone with him.

I'm lost.

Yes, I'm lost.

In a word, she says she's nymphomaniac.

As if she proudly claimed
her shame of this disease.

But what does she know?

- Did a reputable doctor diagnose...
- I think not.

But the more serious in her case is that
actually believing to be a nymphomaniac

because of a certain sexual disorder,
in my opinion,

she acts as a real nymphomaniac.

- Does this relate to psychiatric medicine?
- Rather psychosomatic.

In that case the treatment
can be long and delicate,

with an uncertain outcome.

But she must be saved.

It seems you take her case to heart.

- It is the duty of a physician...
- Don't misunderstand me.

At the contrary, I paid tribute
to the doctor and the man.

Yes you can.

You can and you must do what
I could not do.

She's a very lonely girl who
can't expect anything from her family.

I'm not going to take her in my house.

Doctor! I was looking for you. She had
another crisis so I gave her a painkiller.

Very well. What more?

Her parents. Her father sent a telegram,
He can't come to fetch her.

What do we do? We can't let her
go as she came, alone and sick.

- Prepare her things, I'll take her.
- But...

- You were going to say something?
- No, I thought...

- That I was wrong?
- No, on the contrary.

- I have fear for all that it...
- And me I have no fear at all anymore.

Carole is saved.

How I envy your faith in God.

In God and love too.

God also needs love, and I
and you and her, all of us.

Michel kept his word.

He took me at his home.

He did everything possible to
make me feel comfortable.

Never in my parents house,
I had felt as well at home.

I only trembled with the idea to be
unable to pay him for all this trouble

and to disappoint him by succumbing
again to this terrible disease.

We had long conversations
in this purpose.

What a relief to talk to him
with all my soul,

to the physician as well as the man.

And how he knew how to listen.

He did not even need to talk.

I felt he understood everything,
without judging me.

He interrupted me only at the end.

When I had finished.

That's it.
You know everything.

I'm an incurable nymphomaniac.

You are not a true nymphomaniac.

I've seen some.

And these poor girls would never
have spoken as you just did.

But maybe, in a moment,
I will be very nervous

and I will suddenly want to...

And to be sure, I'll have you
examined very carefully.

Very carefully indeed.

Michel took me to see
several medical specialists.

I suffered examinations, analyses,

tests, interviews and
tests of all kinds.

Does it hurt here?

How about here?

Apparently, everything is correct.

The longer and the more painful
was the psychiatric analysis.

My interviewer had no mercy,
nor decency.

The first time, I did not answer
to his questions.

But Michel scolded me.

You must answer to his
questions, Carole.

I cannot, his questions are
so indiscreet

and it hurts me to
remember some details.

But you must.

Your healing depends on it.

Try to remember.

This man.

It was you who provoked him.

I did not want to go so far.
I felt so embarrassed.

But my desire was the strongest
and I couldn't fight.

- Go on.
- I cannot anymore, I can't remember.

You must! Then you will feel
relieved. A last effort.

I was leaving out of these
sessions completely exhausted.

Fortunately, he was here.

And I told myself that all that I did,
all that I suffered, it was for him.

Alone I would never had
the bravery, but for him...

For you, for you, Michel.

Suddenly, I felt the desire to see him,
to put my body against his.

Was it my sickness returning again?

Or an irresistible force that drew me
to Michel and...

Get dressed.

Get inside.

No. At the wheel.

Start the car.

I was shocked.

For the first time Michel had
misunderstood my intentions.

Because me, I knew, I
had finally understood.

The force that had pushed me
to enter his room tonight

had nothing to do with the
unhealthy desires, sexual

and purely physical, that threw me
into the arms of men in the past.

The proof is that I
was not really ashamed.

And I could look straight into his eyes.
It's him who looked down in front of me.

That was when he realised
that I was really healing.

And that's why I have kept of that
night and this car expedition

a memory at once terrible
and wonderful.

Some days later...

Was it a chance or an
unconscious will from me,

whatever it was, my steps
took me to a well-known neighbourhood.

And I met Muriel.

What a pleasant surprise.

- Why did you leave me?
- It's rather you who...

Let's not argue for so little.
Come on.

Are you afraid?

I learned about your idiotic accident.
Thank God, you are divine.

You look like a girl in love.
How is he?

Tall? Handsome, young, intelligent?

Of course, since you love him.

And physically, is everything fine?

I see. Some kinks.

But it's normal, especially with your
temper a bit special.

Of course that's between us.
I'm your friend, Carole.

Did you know that Bruno is in Paris?

He'd like to see you again.

So do I.

I give a small party at home after
tomorrow. If you feel like it.

If your body feels like it, Carole...

Of course you can bring
the man of your life.

I'm counting on you, Carole.

I had made a mistake
to follow and listen to Muriel.

In front of Michel, I felt
uncomfortable.

Should I speak or stay silent?

I needed to confess to the father.

As if I was foreseeing
a danger or a new trap.

I looked in vain.

But I found another advisor
and I realised where was my duty.

I had to tell everything to Michel.

Only to him I could and
I had to tell everything.

That's what I did right away.

His reaction surprised
me a bit at first.

You did well to tell me.

Yesterday I realised you
hide something from me.

Forgive me.

- You know what you will do?
- I won't go there.

- On the contrary.
- But...

What or who do you fear?
Muriel? Bruno or you?

Indeed, if I ask you to go to that
party it's because I trust you.

What if I let myself
dragged in as before?

You're not the same woman as before.

I realized then that he was right.

He submitted me to a last test.

And I had to act honestly,
regarding my love for him,

and show myself worthy of his trust.

I prepared myself with an
unimaginable distress.

Look who's coming.

Well, I never...

I won the bet, I was sure
she could not resist the temptation.

What a joy to see you.

You can't imagine the pleasure
I have seeing you again.

If your body fancies...

I'll leave you. You won't
feel lonely with these two.