Bluebeard Page #5

for what I really am.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Jesus, thank you.

Thank you for what?

It's a miracle.

It's a miracle.

Jesus has reminded me

of the last one.

The one I knew was there,

but couldn't think of for the life of me.

A Russian, a Communist.

Just for two nights.

A Russian and a Communist?

Oh, but darling,

he was the last,

the very last, I swear it.

There weren't anymore.

A Russian and a Communist.

After that I could never...

a Communist!

That was too much.

That was too much!

But you realize

it was a political insult

as well as a personal insult

against my class,

against my blood!

After that, I could never forgive her.

She had to be punished

to the limit of her capacity.

You agree with me, don't you?

What else could you do?

Indeed, what else?

The nightmare is over,

and I'm yours, yours sincerely.

Right now, if you like.

Anywhere you like,

even here.

Do you think this

is the proper place?

Yes, you're right.

He understand everything,

but... perhaps.

Oh, my darling,

how perfect, how wonderful!

Here among the flowers.

Oh, yes, my darling.

Take me, love me.

Show me you forgive me.

Heaven.

Yes, my darling, oh...

You were hoping

that someone was

coming to save you, perhaps?

Kurt, believe me,

I won't say a word,

I promise!

I'll make sure you don't, darling.

Watch.

This is a kind of electric chair.

You Americans

can really teach us

something about torture devices.

Come here.

Come here.

It kills in exactly

1 and 3/10 of a second,

according to the brochure.

And it functions perfectly,

as you saw for yourself.

Now, if you'll

forgive me, darling,

I will return as soon as I can.

Dear God, let it be Sergio.

Sergio, please.

My dear Baroness,

I'm so sorry to hear

you are not feeling well.

You're even more beautiful

when you're pale, so Aryan!

She hasn't been out of that chair

all day long, have you, darling?

I'd like to leave it right now.

If one of these gentlemen

would be so kind?

May I help you, madam?

Why not?

It would be so good

to see you up and around again.

Oh, thank you very much.

But I guess it's better

for me to stay where I am.

I'm really not feeling too well.

Can't you go any faster?

I'll pick you up just after sunrise.

Ah, but the train

from Berlin arrives at 7:00,

and Herr Heinrich has

a personal message to you

from our leader.

Good, good, well, don't worry,

I'm an early riser, good night.

My wife Anne is

leaving for Italy tomorrow.

I'm sending her

to Venice, which I think

is an ideal place

for convalescence, don't you?

Isn't it a little risky?

Awoman as beautiful as your wife

alone with Italians?

They're a bad lot,

all sexual maniacs.

Ah, well, I shall

be with her in a few days.

Good night.

Kurt, please!

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I would not hurt you

for the world.

I'd laugh if it didn't hurt so much.

I don't know

how a formidable figure

like you can manage to look

so like a naughty little boy.

But that's why a woman

falls in love with a man, I guess.

For his weakness

as well as his strength.

For his sickness...

Sickness? Why do you

talk about sickness?

I am perfectly healthy.

Shall we discuss that, darling?

Your health, I mean.

Not your sickness.

You don't mind, do you?

There's still time?

Yes, yes,

There is still time.

Still time.

You have until dawn.

Till dawn.

Dawn.

What a beautiful word,

but what ugly connotations.

Hanged at dawn,

shot at dawn.

Anne, please, please.

I'm sorry, I forgot

one of your weaknesses.

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes, we were

talking about you.

But to know all about you,

I must know more about

all those people in there.

There was this woman.

Dark, a beautiful face, but stern.

Ah, with her hair drawn

back tightly to her neck?

Yeah, that's the one.

Who was she?

Yes, that was a Brigitt.

Her name was Brigitt.

An Austrian, she came

from the city of Linz.

That's Hitler's city.

That was the only

good thing about her.

We must rebel against

the tyranny of the male!

We must find our

dignity as individuals.

And we must exclude

the male sex...

...from our vital environment.

From a certain point of view,

she was a most

extraordinary woman.

She didn't seem interested

in a sexual relationship at all,

she hated men.

It was like

a challenge to a duel.

The only fault she had

was that weakness for red wine.

All the time, all day long,

she got drunk

and couldn't control

what she said,

and when she fell asleep

she... she snored.

You're of some use after all.

You make an excellent wine.

So-called female weakness

is a male invention.

A racist invention.

Determined by the struggle

for economic power.

You men have enslaved

women for centuries.

To avoid competition

on the political and social levels.

But all that is ending now.

Women have

fnally awakened.

Why don't you stop drinking,

or at least try to control yourself!

Why should I?

To make the big man happy?

What do you think?

Just because you have

a growth between your legs

you can tell me what

to do and what not to do.

I drink all I want!

To your ugly face!

You pig...

You dirty pig!

I'll take care of you

and your damned growth!

You...

My God...

What's happening to me?

It's wonderful.

Hit me again.

Hit me again, please.

No, not my face.

Anywhere, anywhere,

but not my face.

I must stay beautiful for you.

Don't stop it.

No, darling,

you are what a man should be.

I am nothing,

nothing compared to you.

Yes, flog me!

Yes, flog me!

And me?

How will you kill me?

I do not know yet.

But whatever I do,

I will try not

to make you suffer,

Anne, my darling,

I assure you of that.

Oh, Anne, if only

I didn't have to kill you.

If only there was

some way to avoid it.

I have an idea...

Anne, please, don't be so insistent.

Who's insisting?

How much time have I left?

Till dawn, if you wish.

Wish?

Oh, I wish.

May I have something to drink?

Of course.

Or after the episode

with that poor creature,

will it upset you too much?

Oh, Anne, don't be absurd.

You are not like the others.

Besides, champagne

is not a vulgar wine

like that coarse tavern stuff.

You know, I feel much better.

That idea of yours,

of making me talk,

emptying my memory,

was a splendid one.

I feel freer, more serene.

Come and sit down, darling.

Now, listen to me.

There was one other,

remember?

Young, little more than a child,

but a monster like the others.

I met her at an exhibition

of modern art.

A decadent Jewish exhibition.

To this day, I do not

know where she came from.

She sprang at me

out of nowhere...

You really like that mess?

- Yes.

- Why?

Because I like it.

Well, that's

a good enough explanation.

Would you like

to have a drink with me?

Why not?

Good, good.

What's your name?

Kurt Von Sepper, and yours?

Caroline.

Would you like to visit my castle?

Why not?

She seldom spoke.

She seemed indifferent

to everything.

She only wanted to live and to play

like... like an animal.

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