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Let go of me, tyrant!
No! No!
Harpy!
Don't!
Thanks... Thanks!
Thanks!
Where did you find this woman?
In a mysterious city.
Lisbon.
Bonsoir.
How did you get here?
I was bored.
Do you mind?
No.
Can I stay?
Do what you like.
Are you drunk?
Sligh... tly
But neither do I have double vision nor will I sing marching songs.
Beloved.
Frail furnishing.
I'm just as frail.
One drink is enough.
Or maybe two...
That's enough.
Is this a love letter?
Of course. What did you think?
Furniture inventory.
Furniture rented by Sir William Francis Mulligan.
Excellentissimo, señor!
Bachelor, American citizen,
Profession: Ballet master and seducer of the weaker sex.
Two copper lights, one chaise longue,
three armchairs, one buffet and two tables,
and two drap-drap-draperies,
one portuguese chest,
one big bed. Uh, tell me, tell me, what do we need it for?
What are you doing there?
I'm Lorna, the *** sorceress!
Striptease queen... Las Vegas!
Way too old fashioned, my child.
Have fun!
Does the Rue de la Paix have a special meaning for you?
Paris.
Anything else?
Jewellery.
Are you afraid of birds?
Yes. - Why?
Because of their feathers.
Pachyderms? - They attract me.
Knives? - Too.
Pencils? - Stop it!
Bells? - Leave me in peace!
Cannons?
Second-hand harps in good condition!
Bargain price!
Inexpensive harps!
Inexpensive... inexpensive.
I have to hurry.
Poor old Princess Liselotte Palatine would never forgive me.
What a dear old lady.
I mustn't be late.
This streetcar here in San Francisco... reminds me of Lisbon.
It must be nice there.
I've never been there.
I never liked the behavior of today's servants and lackeys.
Your bright eyes.
It's so muggy.
In tropical humidity, Hermine lets her body be voluptuously caressed
by the waves of the Caribbean sea.
Nevertheless...
... San Francisco is a wonderful city.
We can't allow it that our young men bleed to death in a senseless war.
Good afternoon, Countess.
Miss, it is five o'clock.
She is beautiful... her hair... full of the shimmer of hope.
Bravo! - Merci madame.
Have you put the child to bed yet? - Oui, Madame.
You may leave.
Bonsoir, Madame.
The Admiral is waiting.
Did you bring the pebbles? - Of course.
Rattigan. - Eucalyptus.
Godard. - Lemon.
Nitribitt. - Spermatozoid.
Faulkner. - Bull.
Henry Miller. - Sweet birds.
Robbe-Grillet.
Charlie Mingus. - Anger.
Story of O. - Georges Bataille.
Justine. - Love.
Justine.
Love.
Love.
Body.
Past.
Marquis de Sade.
Religion.
Gomorrah.
Religion.
Gomorrah.
Body.
Sade.
Gomorrah...
Another forfeit?
I only have one left.
Only one?
I never wear more.
Didn't you notice, Admiral?
François Villon.
Butterfly.
Strauss. - Bat.
Peter Weiss. - Circle.
Kafka.
Castle gate.
Heine.
Passion.
Hitchcock. - Eye.
Caldwell.
***!
No, No! That's not working. From the beginning. Let's go!
Come on!
Hello, honey.
Darling.
Good evening, Countess.
Don't you remember? - No.
You have a poor memory.
We spent a wonderful night together in Copenhagen.
I'm sorry. I don't know you, I've never been to Copenhagen.
Countess, dinner is served.
Have you heard? The lovely stone mermaid at the harbour was beheaded.
Barbaric, cruel.
Lorna, is something wrong?
I have good news for you.
You can stay in our show. I will take you with me to Berlin.
Thank you, Bill.
You've always been good to me.
That's not true. I believe in you.
Please, come.
We say farewell to the Admiral. Come.
What is it Lorna?
It's terrible. For a moment I thought, I know this man.
Pardon me!
I'm spring, catch me!
No? Then forget it!
Stop!
"Spider's foot and paunch of toad and wings the wight doth grow him!"
"True, a beastie 'twill not be but yet a little poem. "
"Short step here and high leap there through honey-dew and sweetness;"
"Yet you'll soar not through the air, with all your tripping fleetness. "
"Is that not mummers' mocking play? Shall I trust to my vision?"
"Fair god Oberon today is here on exhibition?"
Well, my little one, do you like me?
Go ahead, come!
Go ahead!
Well, did he bail on you?
He has many admirers.
Me too, but I'm here nonetheless.
Yeah, and why is that?
I like you. - Oh, really?
As yet I haven't noticed.
Still not noticing anything?
Still nothing, but Bill noticed something.
I'm not afraid of him,
he's my buddy.
Neither am I, I love him.
"Claws or tail I do not see"
"and yet, beyond a cavil, "
"Just like "The Gods of Greece" is she"
"likewise a very devil. "
The golden muttons.
How pretty they are.
They stole my pink paper.
Oh, the golden muttons.
How pretty they are.
Think about it.
The bad girl stole my pink paper.
Where are my dolls?
My Don Juan.
Romeo waited for sure.
"Yet, young and tender as you are, I hope that you will rot here. "
"And will the ground not open out"
"to swallow them all?"
"Eternal womanhood... draws us on high. "
My dolls!
Get out!
Hey, Hey! Don't be stupid!
Come on, make up with each other.
Kiss!
What do you want? I'm not angry with him.
Good evening.
You're not leaving already, are you?
Good evening, Countess. That was an insightful party.
You get your diagnosis tomorrow. - What do you want?
Leave me be.
Do you know what that circle up there is for?
Sure, that's simple. S, O, N. . N, D...
... I don't know.
Do you remember our leitmotif at the time?
It was a wonderful time.
Don't you think so?
How do you like it here? - Enchanting.
I've never been here.
I knew that.
That's why I brought you.
This castle has a strange history.
Many centuries ago, a Prince fell in love...
... with a beautiful, unknown girl.
No one knew where she was from.
She was... like a beautiful fairy.
He offered her his assets and fortune,
he married her,
and let her build this castle.
She decided on her own... no one bothered her.
The exuberant love of her husband gave her unimagined power.
She supervised the construction personally...
... and achieved perfection.
She developed an astounding taste.
Her husband asked her, where she had seen a beautiful castle like this before.
She had no answer.
The two of them lived days of bliss
until one day, during a mutual bath,
she stabbed him, like she was possessed.
Dying, her husband asked her why she did it.
Again, she had no answer.
She was like not of this world.
When she kissed her dying husband...
... she suddenly realised where she had seen a beautiful castle like this before.
It was the castle of Lucifer
in the deepest pits of hell.
Have you seen James? - Not for a long time.
Do you know Chicago is a game? - No.
I'll explain it.
Everyone has three throws and only the one and six count.
Whoever has three ones on the first throw wins Chicago.
Got it? I'll show you.
165 on the first throw is also a winner.
That was a misfire.
Alright, one, six and five.
Now you.
Tell me, do you know Berlin?
No.
Berlin is a garden city, surrounded by a huge wall
so the unwanted don't intrude on this Garden of Eden.
Day and night the sound barrier is broken...
... but no one's bothered by it.
And that's the reason for Berlin's glamorous nightlife
I like you, Lorna.
Do you like women at all?
Not necessarily... but I like you.
I like you too.
Excuse me.
Good evening, Countess. - What do you want? Who are you?
You know exactly who I am or did you forget that I'm still in command?
Who was that? - I've never seen him before.
Mickey Spillane, alone with the beautiful stranger
begins one of his infamous interrogations. - Oh là là
Your name, baby? - My name is Love.
Occupation? - To love you, Spillane.
Where have you hidden the drugs? - Look for yourself, lovely.
Alright!
The temptation is great. Why are you called Countess?
Maybe because I have Russian ancestors.
Why do you think you know people you don't know?
Because...
Who are these people?
I really don't know! - No?
Who are you? Why do you lie to me? What do you want?
I want nothing. No more questions.
Take me as I am.
I wanna live in peace.
No, I want to know everything.
Answer me, or...
I see, or you won't take me to Berlin.
I understand.
You understand nothing!
Do you know that the guinea pigs are there?
I don't care.
Neon ads will be forbidden.
I don't care.
Johnson was murdered.
Don't care.
Barnum. - Is dead.
Liz Taylor. - I don't care.
Neither Von Kleist nor Hegel will ever be performed.
Hegel is never performed.
Do you like cinema? - It bores me.
Horror movies. - A weakness of mine.
Are you afraid of Dracula? - No.
The phantom? - No.
This animal there? - No.
Um... what about Frankenstein?
No!
I have a weakness for all of them.
What about this one... the new one?
Lorna!
Lorna!
What are you doing?
Hello!
Who are you?
We know each other, have you forgotten?
May I drive? - Of course.
We go to my place.
Wherever you want.
It's heavenly.
Come with me.
Do you live here? - Yes. My whole life.
Chin chin.
To you!
Tell me, have you ever loved a woman?
On Corfu, Lorna Green.
Others as well?
In Lapland, Lorna Green, In Sydney, Lorna Green,
and in Lisbon, Lorna Green.
So you love Lorna Green?
I love everything Lorna reflects in.
Like now...
... in your beautiful eyes.
When you love yourself, what do you think about?
About every thing and being with an allure,
about everything beautiful in life.
Will you think about me, when you love Lorna Green?
I don't know.
Is this your bedroom?
No.
A museum for antiques.
This dress belonged to Maria Stuart,
this one, Lola Montez,
and this one, Madame Butterfly.
It's exceptionally pretty. Would you try it?
If you help me.
My dear friend, these subconscious impulses show external modalities.
But I'll explain it to you another time.
Anyway, the different length of the cones of eyes, etcetera.
This would sit well on you.
If you say so.
If you think so.
You've got a cute face.
This is my bedroom.
"But where can the flag be? It is not there. "
"Furious horses, screaming, prayer, "
"but where can the flag be? It is not there. "
Do you like it? - It's not bad.
Maybe it's... a bit old fashioned.
The music? - No, the show.
Very true.
I'd like to change the show every day, like young people change their taste.
Ask me about today, not tomorrow.
Stockhausen. - Old fashioned.
Calder. - Old fashioned.
Pop art. - More old fashioned.
Rolling Stones. - Dated, most old fashioned.
What's not old fashioned? - Palestrina, Goethe...
... Ahmad Jamal, the Four Tops, Cortázar...
... Hohlbein. - OK.
What about film? You see it months after it was shot.
Buñuel, Fritz Lang...
... or Godard are not dated.
Yesterday, they made movies for tomorrow
and every day we understand them better.
The days here start very early
and the cabarets close very late.
Boy, I'm tired.
I don't like broad daylight,
after hours of work, in a dark room.
Lorna...
... where are you?
Why is it her I think about?
I have to wait.
Give it the time everyone needs.
Humans, friends, this city...
... to recreate.
It's the only possibility to forget things.
Forget bad things.
It's better for the tomorrow.
I love these turns, where the driver has to hold on to the wheel.
The city at dawn makes me melancholic.
But I like it.
I will go to sleep.
My new day starts in the evening.
Lorna, you are here?
My wish was father to your thought,
you followed me.
You followed me.
I love you... I belong to you.
Everyone wanted me to follow you.
Him too.
How did you get here? I still can't believe it.
I can go everywhere...
... and find what I'm looking for.
Will you stay with me forever?
I'll stay with you untill the end.
Why did you come back?
I tried loving you.
Now I know it's impossible.
At least you're back.
Till the moment, I thought I lost you...
... I didn't realise how vital you are for me.
Countless poets talk about love
and fill thousands of pages with love.
Give me your hand, Lorna.
I'd like to forget everything for a moment.
The quiet lake is good for me, maybe it's quietness reflects onto me.
Even poets need their peace.
I don't want to ask anymore questions but this one.
Do you want to marry me?
Answer me.
Lorna, do you hear?
Do you want to marry me?
Yes... I do.
I don't want to be without you.
Too loud! Turn it down.
Still too loud!
Turn it down!
That's better.
I can't attend the rehearsals, I have an appointment.
But I'll be right back. - Don't be to late, please.
Rehearsal! Lorna's here.
Hello. - Good morning.
The die is cast. - I know.
I'm sorry for her.
She'll execute it soon.
You probably can't wait.
You think highly of her, eh? - She doesn't know how much.
We go too far? - No.
For you it's a simple thing,
you kill two birds with one stone.
That's right. I'll go back to her...
. . and when I yell you, shoot. - Don't worry.
Don't play tricks, turn me loose!
Leave him alone!
Lorna! Put the knife away!
Turn me loose!
Stop it!
Untie me!
You're mad!
Lorna... untie me... Lorna...
come on...
Lorna... why?
Why??
Please... please, don't...
Lorna, I've done nothing to you.
Lorna, please untie me.
I'm your friend, Lorna.
I'm your friend, Lorna.
Believe me!
What have I done to you? Please, untie me.
But Lorna... I love you.
You know it!
Lorna, don't torture me like that.
Please, don't do it... please don't...
No! Lorna!!!
Lorna!
Stop!
The Angel of Peace, what a symbol...
Well... I'm going to take a hot bath and sleep untill evening.
I've got the impression the silence of a chapel is surrounding me.
I'm going to change many things here.
I'll throw everything expendable and the memories into the trash.
Good evening, Bill.
Kiss me!
Kiss me!
Why do you stop? Are we already there?
You're at the end of your journey, Countess.
You need a lot of rest.
You have to forget.
Rest... just rest...
I'm exhausted, I want to forget and keep silent.
Rest... solitude...
and silence.
I'll guard your sleep.
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