Bluebeard Page #4

They're magnifcent,

they're beautiful.

They're really beautiful,

but with Christian

names, Erika!

It's... it's... it's absurd.

I- I-I can't really put up with that.

Is there anything you'd like?

Me?

Yes. What's your name?

Why? What does it matter?

I want to know you better.

Why? You want to marry me?

What do you want, really?

I would like some lessons.

Lessons?

Yes, professional lessons.

Oh, I understand.

He doesn't function, eh?

No, it's not him, it's me.

I'm too inexperienced,

too clumsy.

I'm too something,

but I don't seem

to have the right approach.

It can't be a serious problem.

It all depends on what

you have under that dress

and how you use it.

Let's see.

What, now?

Do I need an appointment?

Or are you ashamed?

- No.

- No, no.

Easy does it.

Do you have a long mirror?

Of course.

First, the shoes.

Take them off.

No, no.

Slowly, gracefully, like this.

Bravo, excellent.

You're a quick learner.

No, stop. Are you mad?

Do just as I tell you.

Now, let's start at the top.

The hair, let it down.

Now the dress.

Slowly, and move slowly,

sinuously.

Your body must

look like the letter S,

but soft, each move a caress.

Very good.

Now a pause.

Never rush this next part.

Open your mouth.

Kiss, very sweetly.

Then, little by little,

more passionately.

Act excited.

Little, short sighs.

Then, unsnap your bra.

But he doesn't like my breasts.

When I offered...

Never offer, just show, naturally,

as if the bra had come

unfastened by itself.

He'll have his eyes

closed while you're kissing.

And give a short cry.

Then smile, another kiss.

More passion, more sighs.

Then start working down.

Of course you've

already touched him.

- Where?

- Where else?

It is not abnormal.

Wherever you touch will be fne,

but do it delicately.

But I must be absolutely sure.

Where is it

best to touch him?

Here...

here...

and here.

Now kiss his neck,

and you're off.

But the stockings.

Woe to the girl who takes them off.

The whole idea is to keep them on.

Just the stockings.

So, you're nude, yet not nude.

Ambiguous.

Almost all, yet not all.

And black stockings, very sheer.

So, I keep them on?

Until death.

You know, this is fun.

And now, to bed.

Who needs a bed?

Most romances die in bed.

An armchair, the sofa, the carpet.

That's good enough.

Improvisation.

That's the true secret

of making love.

All right, put

your clothes back on,

and we'll try it again together.

From the beginning and with feeling.

First, the hair.

Now the dress.

Slowly,

sinuously.

Slowly,

each move a caress.

Open your mouth.

Kiss.

Oh, yes, darling.

Oh, oh, do it.

Do it.

Oh, it's so good this way.

Why haven't l...

Oh, oh, just like that.

Erika!

No!

Their vice-ridden bodies,

their shameless embraces.

In such cases,

only death can lend

composure and dignity

to the human monster.

You think I am a monster,

too, don't you?

No.

No, I understand.

You mean that?

You really mean that?

Oh, darling.

I love you so much,

but I have no choice.

But you do have a choice, Kurt.

Here I am.

I can't get away.

You can kill me

whenever you want to.

But frst, free yourself, please.

At least my death

will have served a purpose.

Tell me everything.

I know, I'll put some

sugar in your champagne,

then you'll talk.

Talk.

What's the use of talk?

I do not wish to remember things.

I hate people who talk.

I hate them!

Please, for our orphans.

For our orphans.

Something for our orphans.

- Thank you.

- Bless you.

Sisters!

So, our poor, humdrum,

commonplace way of life

doesn't interest you at all?

I prefer the way of the Lord.

But the Lord is also

served by marriage,

by the birth of children.

There are already

so many children

waiting for a mother's love.

Why do you tempt me

from the work of the Lord?

I, too, am a lord.

That's blasphemous.

But I do see what you mean.

Sometimes you remind me

a little of our Savior.

Well, of course,

I love you very profoundly.

That must be self-evident to you.

I've been coming here

day after day for two months.

I've even spoken

to your Mother Superior.

I know, but...

what does a person like you

see with someone like me?

You have so many

women to choose from.

I have made my choice.

Of course, if I repel you...

Oh, no, I swear it.

It's me.

You say you want to marry me

and you don't really know me.

I believe with all my heart that

marriage demands mutual sincerity.

I have been honest with you.

I told you about my wife,

who died five years ago.

Yes, but I haven't.

I haven't been honest with you.

I have so many defects.

They hardly show.

Please, don't joke about it.

I'll ask to see you tomorrow.

Perhaps then

I can have the strength

to confess completely to you.

Yes, but I entered the convent

to expiate my sins.

Now, I must tell you everything.

Darling, your past

does not interest me at all.

Don't say that.

Happiness cannot be built on lies.

We must be totally sincere

with one another.

I'm afraid I'm not as intact

as I was when I

came into this world.

It's of no importance.

But I must confess

you begin to interest me very much.

He was a young boy, French.

I met him at the University of Vienna.

He was intelligent

and... nice.

Are you happy?

Yes.

We shall be married

in about two weeks.

It takes so much time...

Oh, so soon?

Well, then I'll have to hurry.

Hurry?

Yes, last night

I remembered something.

After the French boy,

the one I told you about,

he had a friend, an Austrian.

Oh, we were shameless,

we made love everywhere.

In the fields, on park benches.

Please, darling, I do

not wish to hear about it.

Please, don't.

Let's simply have a drink.

Yes, my love.

I was really happy

for two months in London.

Then this woman came

and took him away.

She was English, too.

Oh, darling.

She was his wife.

Darling, shut your mouth

and just kiss me.

No, frst, you must hear about

the two Italians in Rome.

Two brothers.

We all slept together

in the same room.

Of course, the frst time

was just to forget,

but then...

he was so kind, so gentle,

so tender,

that I ended up falling in love with him.

His name was, uh...

Christian.

Darling,

Forgive me, l...

You must understand that

I have told you more than once

that... that you were born

the day you came into this castle.

Oh, does that mean

you really forgive me?

Forgive you?

You were not made to forgive.

You were made to love.

Wait, there was this Hungarian,

but I swear to you

it only lasted a week.

Oh, yes.

I knew there was another one.

That Greek from Salonica.

I met him in Munich

with the three Germans

I was with at the time.

Have you quite finished

with your vulgar revelations?

Oh, darling, it's just that

I want to be absolutely...

Sincere, Yes, I know. Sincere.

I don't want to know

about your sincerity.

I just want to love you.

I- I don't care

about your sincerity!

You see?

I knew you couldn't accept me

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