Bluebeard

Peter, where are they now?

What's he doing?

How should I know?

Besides, what could he...

Greta!

You shouldn't

have screamed, my dove.

Oh, shut up!

Peter, they're gone!

Thank God our technical progress

is not so perfect

that things don't

occasionally go wrong.

If the lights

had not gone out tonight,

I wouldn't have had you

to myself, even for a second.

But I'm sorry that your mother

was frightened.

My mother's easily

frightened by everything.

But my father, there's a man

who gets happier as the day goes on.

By evening...

Ah, yes. Yes.

And you...

what are you like?

Me? I don't know.

I really don't.

All I know is that I'm

just happy right now,

that I could laugh with joy.

And tomorrow...

what will you be like?

Oh, tomorrow?

Tomorrow I'll probably be sad.

Then let me come

and see you tomorrow

because I want you to stay happy.

You're so beautiful, Greta.

And you.

No, no.

How long have you had it?

What?

The beard!

Oh, since the war...

only since the war.

You never shaved it off?

No, never have. Never will.

Not even for me?

- Why, don't you like it?

- I like it!

I just wonder what you

look like without it.

Oh, horrible, horrible.

Even my own mother...

Well, I was in this...

air fight and I was

shot down by the Russians,

and the plane crashed

and burst into flames,

and I was a little slow getting out.

Scar tissue and some strange

chemical reaction and...

I can't shave,

and that's why I have

this ridiculous color.

Oh, I love it. I really do.

Does it tickle?

Why don't we find out?

Why does... does it look at me like that?

Why did it attack me?

It was my mother's cat.

And now it's jealous.

But it must not be.

My baby! What happened?

What has he done to you?

It's nothing, Mother.

Your daughter is of such beauty

that even the flowers and animals

are jealous of her.

Come, we're going home!

Where's your father?

Baron, if you don't mind,

some important business.

Are you enjoying the party?

Oh, Baron,

out here things

are always wonderful,

but in the cities

where we have to live...

Don't forget,

tomorrow as happy as tonight.

Come on!

First the steel workers,

now the textile workers.

The strike's lasted a week now!

Who knows where it will end.

We could whip them in a fair fight.

But they've behaved like cowards.

Infltrate the workers.

Order's what we need.

Law and order.

You should hear

them talking about unions,

production reports,

their right to a share of...

Men who can't tell

wine from champagne.

The trouble is, my dear Baron,

that some Bolshevik ideas

have managed to get through

even to the fathers.

Order's what we need! Order!

What we really need

is a man like you.

Everyone respects you.

You are a war hero.

They know you're a brave man

with no axe to grind.

You could straighten out

the whole problem.

Order's what we need. Law and order.

Perhaps if you spoke to them

and reminded them that they must

show respect for the law,

respect for traditions.

Speak to them?

Let's not lose our heads,

my dear fellows.

I don't think

that speaking to them

is what's called for.

One must find the correct

solution to each problem.

They are coming!

Even our lord bows down

before your beauty, my darling.

Darling?

Darling?

Darling, please come on.

It's our second anniversary.

The guests expect a great hunt.

After all the due ascertainment

demanded by the law,

this office declares that the death

of the Baroness

Greta Von Sepper,

resident of this district,

was caused by a tragic hunting error.

And therefore,

the Von Sepper case

is officially closed.

We authorize the internment

of the above mentioned

Baroness Von Sepper.

I'll get it.

I hope I do not disturb you.

I merely wish to thank you

for the happiness

your performance

brought us tonight.

And to think,

we were afraid Europe

might be too serious,

too refined, for our silly American...

On the contrary. Culture always bows

before grace and beauty.

Well, please forgive me,

it's just that I'm at a loss for words.

Such a lovely compliment,

I could listen all night.

Please, carry on.

Delighted.

Will you dine tonight with me?

Oh, thank you sir.

Oh, uh, may I

accept immediately?

Or must I first

know your name?

What are the rules

of the game here in Europe?

Since the war,

there have been

no rules in Europe.

You may accept immediately.

Either the wind

or an indiscreet admirer.

It's not always glamorous,

often just squalor.

Shabby rooms in shabby hotels.

Cold dressing rooms.

But the life is really interesting...

dull and fascinating

at the same time.

Do you always live here?

No, sometimes I travel,

but I much prefer

to be here on my own land.

And I have my pets,

my photographs,

and Marka, the mute, of course.

Strange old woman.

She's like one

of the stones around here.

She's always been here,

so there's no reason to get

upset if you bump into her.

You like being alone?

That was a stupid

question, wasn't it?

How could anyone feel lonely

in a place like this?

So full of beautiful things.

Oh, I love the castle.

I love the park, the woods,

these curtains, these walls,

furniture.

I even like these

strange photographs.

And me.

Do you like me?

Of course.

You're rich, handsome, and powerful.

But do you love me?

I do think you're

rushing me a little.

But if you insist.

Can the bride make a toast?

Of course!

To the most wonderful man

I've ever known.

To all of his friends,

and to me because

I'm so happy tonight.

Hear, hear!

Gentlemen, I'm amazed.

Men who have fought

in the war, in the trenches,

who have faced machine guns,

bombs, even communists.

The ladies' reactions

I can understand,

but the gentlemen's...

It bothers you, darling.

Nothing in this house

must ever bother you.

Forgive me, darling.

I just can't keep my eyes open.

I drank too much.

Darling.

No, hold it. Hold it. That's perfect.

You are a man of iron.

Come here.

Darling, darling,

I have to get a fresh roll of film.

Now you hold that,

that's perfect like that.

I'll only be a few minutes.

Don't move!

I can see her now.

Always surrounded by smoking pots,

like a witch in a fairy tale.

She was always making jam,

and I was always

wanting to taste the jam,

and generally making

a nuisance of myself.

But she would throw

her eyes to heaven,

and then she would hug me and laugh

when I told her

she made the finest jam

in the entire world,

and that one day

a prince would come along

and taste her jam and carry her off

to a castle of solid gold.

She was my nurse,

my playmate,

my everything.

My mother loved Marka, too.

In my mind, I always

see them together.

They dressed me, they fed me.

They gave me

everything I wanted.

They even laughed

when I broke something.

And your father?

I don't remember him at all.

Nothing that belonged

to him remains.

Ah, your fever is down.

But you still have

to rest for a few days.

Darling, I'm sorry about Marka.

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