Dallamano’s adaptation effectively weaponizes 1970s cinematic hedonism to expose the grotesque reality of a life lived without moral consequence. It remains a stylish yet sobering exploration of how the pursuit of aesthetic perfection inevitably leads to spiritual bankruptcy.
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He Sold His Soul for Eternal Youth... His Portrait Paid the Price (1970 Horror)
Added:(lamp squeaking) - [Man] That's impossible.
- Impossible?
- [Man] Oh my God, my God.
Forgive me.
What have I done?
- Stop it!
What are you praying for?
- [Man] Shut up.
You've already done enough in your life, Dorian.
- It's your fault!
You and that bloody, stinking portrait!
(dramatic music) (eerie hissing music) (gentle music) (panting) (tense music) (scary music) (gentle music) (fire crackling) (people chattering) - Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
My name is Beau.
I hope you're going to enjoy the show.
And the first number I'm going to this evening is straight dance movement.
So off we go, thank you.
(lively player piano music) (audience laughing) - [Man] Watch yourself, Jack, watch yourself.
Hot shot.
Come on, come on.
(audience applauding and laughing) - I can't see this going down in your aunt's old folks home, you know.
- Might be exactly what they need.
Stimulate the old boys and the old girls.
(Dorian chuckles) - [Audience] Ooo. (cymbals crashing) - Let's go.
I don't think Aunt Joy would be awfully amused, do you?
- [Alan] Yes, let's.
- That'd be far to camp for her.
(drum rolling) (audience applauding and cheering) - We have been round half the clubs of London and it's not exactly my cup of tea either.
I'm going home.
- Yeah, me too, I wanna start early tomorrow.
9:00, okay?
- Oh you're a great help.
What are we going to do for the entertainments?
- Why not try a taste of scotch?
- Oh.
(Basil laughs) In clean glasses.
- [Romeo] Break.
It is the east and Juliet is the sun.
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief.
- [Juliet] Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself but not a Montague.
What's a Montague?
Oh be some other name.
What's in a name?
That which we call a rose by any other name-- - [Sybil And Dorian] Would smell as sweet.
- Who are you?
- I'm the audience.
- You're a bit early, aren't you?
The show doesn't start for two days.
I'm only rehearsing.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't go.
Are you an actor?
- (chuckles) No.
- You ought to be.
You're really good looking.
- I'd never remember a line.
You must have to rehearse a lot.
I'd better let you get on with it.
- You can stay if you like as long as you're not a critic.
- No, I'm a student.
- Good.
I think I'll have a little break.
Do you want some?
- [Dorian] Thanks, I'm hungry.
- Here.
- Aren't you?
- I'm a starving actress.
(gentle music) (both laugh) (moving to upbeat music) - [Romeo] By love that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot.
Yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
- [Sybil] Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form.
Fain, fain deny what I have spoke.
But farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me?
- [Romeo] Oh, aye.
- [Sybil] I know thou wilt say aye, and I will take thy word.
Yet if thou swear'st (gentle music) thou mayst prove false.
At lovers' perjuries, they say, Jove laughs.
Oh gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo.
But else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, and therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light.
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange.
than those that have more cunning to be strange.
(horn honking) - No!
(both laughing) My virginity shocked you, didn't it?
- Mmm, surprised me, yes.
- Lots of girls are virgins.
- Well, I suppose they have to be to begin with.
(Sybil chuckles) - They just pretend they are.
(Dorian laughs) - Why, why me?
- Well, you are beautiful, but I don't think it was only that.
Maybe because you, maybe because you obviously wanted me and didn't try to get me (giggles).
I don't know, but I'm glad.
I hope you are.
- Yes, I am, I'm very glad.
- This is where I live with my mother.
- But you said you lived out of town.
- I wanted to keep you with me.
- [Dorian] You're very honest.
- Let's always be honest with one another whatever we have to pretend for the rest of the world.
- Yes, oh yes.
She's not only beautiful, Basil, she's talented, too.
- I'll bet she is.
- [Dorian] You should see her act.
- Oh, I'd love to, old boy.
You know I've always adored strippers.
- Damn you!
She's not a stripper.
- No, she's a great tragic actress.
- She strips for you I hope.
- [Dorian] Don't talk like that about her.
- Honestly, Dorian, you're just not believable.
Your sheltered education or something has made you the last truly innocent man in the world.
- Sybil is absolutely unique.
She's fantastic.
She's divine.
I wish you could meet her.
- Yeah, she sounds like a nice little girl and I'm very happy for both of you.
I can't get these lips right.
Stand still please, look at me.
I can see that we're not getting much work done today.
(horn honking) - [Dorian] Who are they?
- Oh Mr. Business and Miss Pleasure, Henry Wotton and his sister.
Break for coffee and business.
We'll try again later.
- Never mind.
I'll go take a shower.
I've had enough.
- These pictures are beautiful, aren't they?
- Dear little sister, don't try so hard.
Everyone knows you hate paintings but adore painters.
Basil, I'd like to reserve some of these for the gallery, is that all right?
- [Basil] If reserve is dealer's jargon for buy, you're on.
- Henry!
Look at this!
Even I can see it's beautiful.
- I'd rather you didn't look at that yet.
It's, it's not finished.
- This is the most remarkable thing you've ever done, Basil.
I didn't even know you did portraits.
- [Basil] I don't often, it's one of the few.
I did it because the subject is unique, an extraordinary combination of pure beauty and male virility, incredibly sensual, timeless.
- [Henry] And eternally youthful, hmm?
- I don't know about eternity, but he'll certainly do for the moment.
- [Henry] I must have it for the gallery, Basil, please.
I know it'll bring you the most fantastic success.
I'll see to it.
- [Basil] I don't want to exhibit it.
- Why ever not, dear boy?
- I just don't that's all.
It means too much to me.
- Oh really?
(laughs) - The painting, Henry, purely the painting.
I haven't changed my tastes in other respects.
Somehow this fascinates me and I don't know why.
I'm just not ready to sell it yet, that's all.
- [Henry] Oh well, we'll just have to hope the market's still open for it when you're ready.
- [Basil] On this one I'll take that chance.
- He really is too much, isn't he, Henry?
- [Henry] You could say that.
- [Gwendolyn] The way he moves?
- [Henry] Hmm?
I see what you mean.
Who is he?
- [Basil] His name's Dorian Gray.
- [Henry] Dorian Gray.
- [Basil] You probably know his aunt, Zoe Brandon.
- Oh yes, of course.
I really think we should meet him.
- All right, come on, I'll introduce you.
Dorian, this is Henry Wotton and his sister, Gwendolyn.
- [Dorian] Hello.
- Your aunt has talked about you.
- [Dorian] Without much kindness I imagine.
I'm not doing too well on her charity committee.
- Mrs. Brandon really is indecently preoccupied with charity.
- Why not?
It helps suffering I suppose.
- You really think so?
There's something terribly morbid about the young sympathizing with pain and suffering.
- Ignore him, Dorian.
Henry fights conventional reactions as a sort of intellectual habit.
It helps him protect his own vices.
- What is vice anyway?
Simply pleasure without shame.
- Here we go, the epigrams of Oscar Wilde-- - [Henry And Basil] Badly edited by Henry Wotton.
- Basil, come to dinner.
- I don't think I want him to dinner.
(Basic and Gwendolyn laughing) - Dorian, Basil's coming to dinner.
Please come, too.
- Thanks, but I can't.
- Dorian fell in love yesterday.
He's probably getting married tonight or at least going on his honeymoon.
- Better to have the honeymoon before.
Marriage spoils everything.
- Why marry?
Men marry because they are tired of life.
Women because they're curious, but both are disappointed.
- And love?
- What about it?
Usually, it becomes a brutal battle for possession.
Ideally, one should enjoy everything and possess nothing.
Difficult, Dorian, but you should try it.
Olive?
(lively rock music) - [Mother] Oh turn that damn music down, Sybil.
- All right.
- Jim!
Jim, don't go.
Kiss.
You're jealous.
- But you don't even know who he is.
- I will in time and meanwhile I'll love him.
He's my Sir Galahad.
- You're hopeless, Sybil.
(horn honking) - Bye, Jim.
Sir Galahad is waiting for me.
- [Jim] Don't be late.
- Bye.
Back for supper. - All right, dear.
- Did she tell you anything about him?
- No, it's a great big secret.
So romantic.
Oh, what are you so worried about, James?
Nat just have to have her admirers.
I had dozens.
We're indecent, James.
(sheep bleating) - Where are we going?
- Surprise.
This is Selby Cottage.
- [Sybil] Oh, is it really yours?
- My parents left it to me.
Come on.
This way the land reaches right to the sea and over there to the wood.
- [Sybil] My God, Sir Galahad, you're a landowner.
A filthy capitalist.
- [Dorian] It's not worth much you'll see.
- But there's nothing here.
- I told you it's almost falling down.
- It must've been beautiful once.
It's sad.
- I have a surprise for you.
Look!
- You've had girls here before!
- Never.
- Liar!
Find yourself another idiot for your dirty weekends at your worthless, crummy cottage.
- Sybil!
Sybil!
(gentle music) Sybil, wait for me!
- You have to catch me first.
- [Sybil] Now you must ask me to forgive you.
- [Dorian] No.
- [Sybil] For asking me to marry you.
- [Dorian] All right, Mrs. Sybil Gray.
- [Sybil] But I want to act.
- [Dorian] You shall, my darling.
- [Sybil] You mean you don't want me to give up my career?
- [Dorian] Not if you come home to me every night.
- [Sybil] Oh, Dorian.
(upbeat romantic music) - Alan, come on, give me a hand.
- All right.
- Be careful.
- Dorian, give me (people chattering) the telephone number of that friend of yours, the painter.
The other lounge needs painting.
- Aunt Zoe, Basil's not a house painter.
- I'm sure he'd be able to manage it all the same.
- Give her the number.
Charitable people have no humanity or humor, Dorian.
- Oh, Mr. Wotton, you finally decided to support my cause.
- I'd rather just give a donation.
- Oh.
Oh you cynics are all so warmhearted.
Thank you.
- You see what it's costing me to see you again.
- You know Dorian, of course.
- Yes we do.
- He's avoiding all his old friends.
Basil fears he'll never finish that portrait.
- I've been very busy.
- So I hear.
- Now, Dorian, write that number down nicely and legibly.
And Mr. Wotton, now come and see our new home.
We're building a new dormitory with all the special fittings required by the aged.
- [Henry] All of them?
- Yes, all.
- How very convenient.
- Aunt Zoe, Aunt Zoe, I'll show Henry around.
All right? - Exactly, Mrs. Brandon.
I should feel desperately guilty if you had to stop your work on my part.
Come, Dorian.
Show me the house.
Thank you.
(people chattering) - [Zoe] No, no, Edna, don't put those-- - How does one get out of this mortuary?
- This way, Henry, please.
- [Zoe] Do I have to do everything myself?
Now, with these all here-- - (sighs) We haven't seen each other for a long time.
Cigarette?
- No thank you.
- How have you been?
- Very well.
- Good.
This um, Sybil, um-- - Sybil Vane?
- Hmm, she's not a very well-known actress is she?
- She will be.
I really believe she has genius, Henry.
- Beware of women of genius.
They can be dangerous.
(Dorian chuckles) You mustn't throw away your youth, Dorian.
It's the only thing in the world worth having.
You must enjoy it totally without reserve.
God, if he exists, has been very generous to you, but he takes back his gifts very quickly.
You only have a few years to live.
- A few? - Really perfectly and fully I mean.
You mustn't waste them on, on others.
You must be your reason for living.
One day you'll be old, wrinkled, and disgusting like these poor creatures.
Your face will no longer please.
The world belongs to the young and beautiful.
It's yours, Dorian.
You can have whatever it offers.
- Is that our purpose in life, to get what we want?
- The purpose of life is not our business.
All we know is that we are stuck with it so why fight the desires and the needs we have?
Every year that passes brings us nearer to this.
The pulse dies down, we degenerate into hideous puppets haunted by the memory of what we've missed, hounded by regret for not having had the courage to yield to temptation.
Youth lasts such a short time, Dorian.
It lasts such a very, very short time.
- There, finished.
- He's fallen in love with your painting.
- Or with his own beauty.
I don't think he realized before.
- Incredible isn't it, Dorian?
One day, when even you've become an old and hideous puppet, this will still be beautiful.
- Well, Dorian, what do you think?
- [Henry] What's the matter, Dorian?
- Why should I get old while this stays young?
- Oh, don't ask me, I'm a painter not an alchemist.
- Why can't it be the other way around?
I would always be young while this grew old.
My hideous puppet would be up there and I would never change.
- Nice idea.
Why don't we patent it?
Drink anyone?
- I would do anything to stay like that.
I would give my soul to stay like that.
- You see I was right.
He is in love with himself.
Oh, for God's sake, Dorian!
It's a painting that's all.
- I should never have let you do it, never!
- All right then, to hell with it.
- Are you mad?
- It's a picture, Dorian, canvas and paint.
I made it and I can destroy it!
- No, it's part of me now.
I don't know which part, but it's me.
And it's mine.
- All right, then, as soon as you're dry, you shall be varnished and framed and sent home and then you can do what the hell you like with yourself.
- Of course, dear boy.
I shall buy it for you as a present.
As Basil says, he's only a painter and painters can only be paid.
What happens after that we shall see.
- We can't.
You'll be late for the theater.
- I don't care.
I always wave to him from here when he goes away.
There he is!
(bells tolling) Jim, Jim!
(boat puttering) (ominous music) (moving to somber music) This time he'll be away for a year.
I'll miss him.
- You're almost like lovers.
- He brought me up really.
My mother was hardly ever there.
She kept working in the theater.
- So your brother had to look after you.
- Mmm, I think he'd kill for me.
- Oh, charming.
(both chuckle) - He's madly jealous of you.
- Then let's get out of here before he comes back to save you from me.
(chuckles) - You can't save someone who wants to be loved.
- [Dorian] A little more to the right.
That's it.
- Dorian, how much longer are you going to be?
I can't wait forever.
We're late as it is.
- [Dorian] Can't you see I'm busy?
You'd better tell Aunt Zoe I can't make it.
- In that case good bye.
- Thank you, Mrs. Leif.
What do you think?
- My darling, I think the portrait is lovely.
But no human being is that perfect.
Sooner or later-- - Never.
I'll never change.
- You must admit you have to.
My darling, you must change-- - [Dorian] Sybil, please, just forget it.
- What's the matter, Dorian?
- Nothing.
- You've changed, you know.
Something's changed you.
- Oh no, Sybil.
I'll never change.
He may, but not me.
- I don't like that idea at all.
I'll get old and ugly and you'll stay eternally young and beautiful.
You'd leave me.
- I hate to think of you getting old.
- You would leave me, wouldn't you, Dorian?
If I weren't young and beautiful, too, you'd forget me no matter what I was like inside.
- (chuckles) Inside?
Who wants to know what filth is inside.
Beauty is what we see, nothing else.
Sybil, I can't make it to the theater tonight.
- [Sybil] Henry Wotton again?
- (chuckles) He wants me to meet some people.
- Rich and influential ones of course.
- Of course.
Just rich, influential ordinary people who may be ghastly inside, but who look beautiful on the outside.
- Please yourself.
- I intend to.
(upbeat orchestral music) (people chattering) They are now.
- There's our boy swimming easily into a few million pounds.
- Mmm, even our hostess admires your style.
- Well, here's to the death of innocence.
- Mmm, what a lovely way to die.
- What a marvelous party, Mrs. Ruxton.
- Thank you, Basil.
Enjoy yourself.
- I will.
- So nice of you Americans to buy up our status homes.
We didn't know what to do with them.
- Where's Henry, my dear?
- Oh, if it's information about Dorian Gray that you want, maybe I can help you.
- I'm sure you could, darling, but a man like Henry always knows more about men than women do.
I would like Dorian.
- Violent guns are firing and sell them volumes of plane, Dorian.
War is good business, ghastly as it is.
- Not as ghastly as bad business.
- Quite, quite.
- War is horrible, Jeffrey.
You shouldn't make money out of it.
Anyway, I support the Korean Refugee Fund.
- Never marry a charitable woman.
They're sentimental and expensive to run.
- Clouston is a true businessman.
Like a real killer, he makes war while the enemy talks peace.
(Clouston laughs) Dorian.
- Yeah?
- Patricia here wants to talk peaceful business with you, peaceful but profitable.
You'll find she's a most surprising woman, aren't you darling?
When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.
- (laughs) Oh, that's not true (mumbles), no, it turned auburn, titian to be exact.
- Anyway, she's enormously enterprising.
She develops property.
So I told her about Selby.
- Yes, it sounds perfect for a luxury hotel.
I can see vacation cottages, pools, squash courts, the lot.
Do you want to sell it, Mr. Gray?
- Well, I'm very fond of my house.
- (laughs) Oh that.
Of course you can keep it.
- I don't think it'll do any good, Patricia.
I know he's already turned down half a million for the place.
- Well, we rich people aren't interested in money.
So dull, don't you think?
- (chuckles) Everything I've found has its price.
- Indeed, but sometimes one simply hasn't got it, Patricia.
Enjoy your business conference, darlings.
- Okay, he's a good friend, but we both know that Selby isn't worth that much, don't we?
- I think if you want something desperately it's worth whatever you've got.
- I've got a lot, Dorian.
So why don't we have a quiet little talk about it together sometime?
- Yes.
Why don't we?
- All right, come to see me tomorrow.
That suit you, Dorian?
And we can discuss everything that will, uh... Dorian?
Dorian?
(lively orchestral music) (people chattering) - Dorian, Dorian?
Where are you?
- I'm here.
- Let's go somewhere and finish these.
- Unless it's really exceptional I'm not moving.
- Well, I've got the most marvelous idea.
- Oh good.
- Well, what is it?
- [Sybil] Oh comfortable Friar!
Where is my lord?
I do remember well where I should be, and there I am.
Where is my Romeo?
(Patricia yawns) - I hear some noise, lady Come, come away.
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, and Paris too.
The watch is coming.
Good Juliet, I dare no longer stay.
- [Sybil] Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's there in my true love's hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
Oh churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after.
I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth yet hang on them... - [Woman] To make me die.
- To make me die with a restorative.
- [Woman] Thy lips are warm.
- Thy lips are warm. - Why don't you learn your words?
(audience coughing) - [Watchman] Lead, boy.
Which way?
- (gasps) I hear a noise.
- [Audience Member] Learn your lines.
- Then I'll be brief.
Oh happy dagger.
- [Audience Member] Use the bloody thing.
(audience laughing) This is thy sheath.
- [Audience Member] (clapping) Yeah.
(screams) (audience member whistles) - [Woman] And let me die.
- [Sybil] There rust and let me die.
- Poor little thing, she really hasn't a clue. - Search about the churchyard.
Pitiful sight!
Here lies the county slain.
- Why don't we go to the go the Talk of the Town for a dance and a drink?
- Oh God, no.
Henry, let's all go to our place.
- [Watchman] We see the ground whereon these woes do lie. - All of you can go.
- [Watchman] The true ground of all these piteous woes.
- Join us later.
- [Watchman] Without circumstance descry.
- [Prince] Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, till we can clear these ambiguities and know their spring-- - She really is very lovely.
Cheer up.
- [Prince] And then will I be general of your woes, and lead you even to death.
Meantime forbear, and let mischance be slave to patience.
- She's just a little off this evening.
Better to see the show another night, Dorian.
We'll wait for you outside.
- [Prince] The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall be pardoned.
(Sybil laughing) - What the hell was wrong with you?
Are you ill?
- Oh God, what a fiasco.
- You think it's funny.
- I don't care about anything except us.
Don't you see, I don't care.
To hell with the theater.
- You want me to be pleased?
- Of course.
Look, before the theater was everything to me.
And then we happened.
Suddenly I'm living it all, love, being love, happiness, jealousy, it's all really happening.
I don't have to act it anymore.
But when I saw you with those carnivorous women tonight, the theater finally died on me.
- I see.
Because you were stupidly jealous, you made a fool of me in front of my friends.
(horn honking) Look at the situation you've put me in.
You're a bourgeois sentimental bore.
- Dorian!
Dorian! - May I borrow him for a moment?
- Oh, be my guest, please.
I'm leaving.
I don't like you or any of your friends here tonight.
Good bye.
(Patricia laughs) - More temperament than talent there, I'm afraid, Dorian.
Now, about our deal, I think-- - Excuse me.
Sybil!
- [Sybil] Please, leave me alone.
- Wait.
Look, it's a misunderstanding.
- Oh no, Dorian, it's an understanding.
I'm beginning to understand what really makes you happy and I think I want to be sick.
Go back to that revolting old woman.
She'll give you what you want.
I can't.
- Look, you little fool.
She's offering me a deal for half a million dollars.
- I should've thought you'd have been worth a little bit more than that.
Maybe I should tell her.
He's not only beautiful, Mrs. Ruxton, but he's got the biggest-- (slap thuds) (Sybil grunts) (Sybil crying) (bus bell rings) Dorian!
Dorian, don't leave me!
(bus bell rings) (horns honking) (tires screeching) - Well, I suppose one only learns by bitter experience.
It's quite obvious she was becoming impossible.
Premarital wives are unforgivable.
And Sybil was no exception.
- It's strange how things which you once believed were important, suddenly have no significance whatsoever.
- It's life's way of proving that nothing is really very important at all.
- (chuckles) You're right, Henry.
You're almost always right.
- (chuckles) How unbearable.
(clock bell rings) - Henry, say good night to Gwendolyn for me, will you?
- Wait.
She says it far better herself.
(gentle music) (clock ticking) - Who's there?
Oh, it's you, sir.
Good morning, sir.
- What is it, Mrs. Leif?
- You're up early this morning, sir.
Shall I bring you a nice cup of coffee?
- No, get out of here.
I wanna be alone.
Shut the door.
(creamer clanking) - The paint's normal.
It doesn't have any type of corrosive in it.
(phone buzzing) - And the canvas?
- No traces of mold or anything that could have damaged it.
- [Man] Hello.
- But why do you want this analysis made?
- I found a crack in the painting and I, I don't want it to spread.
I thought there might be some chemical explanation that's all.
- Chemically it's quite normal, Dorian.
I don't know what to suggest.
- Alan.
- Yes.
- Can I ask you something?
- Anything.
- Do you think that the seen world can be influenced by the unseen world?
- You mean the material world by what used to be called the spiritual?
- Yes.
Do you think it's possible for an object, any object I mean, to be changed.
Can physical changes result from good or bad actions?
(horns honking) - They do all the time, don't they?
I mean, every action produces a reaction.
The chemistry of all organisms is affected by the way they live.
But at a moral level I really couldn't say.
You see, I'm a scientist.
What's the matter, Dorian?
- Nothing.
Thank you for your help.
- Not at all.
- [Both] Bye.
- [Woman] I never know how many-- - [Woman] Can I have a stamp?
(people chattering) - Urgent, please.
- Miss Sybil Vane, 13 Court Road, London NW1.
Forgive me for yesterday.
Please come back to me.
All my love, Dorian.
Four shillings please.
Thank you.
(woman and Dorian chuckle) - Henry.
- I'm so sorry, Dorian.
- Is Gwendolyn upset?
- Gwendolyn?
Why no.
That girl of yours, Sybil Vane.
- Huh, that's no problem, Henry.
- I thought you'd be in a terrible state.
- I was, but I decided I'm going to marry her.
I'm calling her now.
- You mustn't, listen.
You obviously don't know.
Sybil is dead, Dorian.
- Dead?
How?
- Last night.
- I don't believe it.
- She threw herself... It's too horrible.
- Where would they have taken her?
- There'll be an inquest of course.
So far your name hasn't been mentioned.
Please keep out of it, Dorian.
It's too painful.
You must try and forget it.
- Why should she do such a thing?
We agreed not to own each other!
- Well, she wanted to own and to be owned.
When women fail in their desperate game, they often destroy instead.
- I knew, yes, I knew, she was unstable.
But to do such a thing to me!
- It's not your fault, Dorian.
- [Dorian] Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.
If a hysterical girl tried to-- - No, you don't know anything.
Something's happening to me.
Something terrible.
Why should it be my fault because a girl kills herself because she was disillusioned?
I was disillusioned too.
What was I supposed to do?
- Now, Dorian, keep your head.
It's nothing to do with you.
Look, we are all responsible for our own lives and nothing else.
You understand me, Dorian?
Ourselves and nothing, nothing else.
Everything is yours, take it, enjoy it.
(somber music) Someone has killed herself for love of you.
I envy you.
The people who've loved me, very few but there were some, were obstinate and lived.
They've become fat and boring and when I meet them they go in for reminiscences recalling the past.
That's retched.
- [Dorian] I don't feel the pain I ought to feel about Sybil.
I honestly don't.
I feel sorry, of course, but that's all.
- [Henry] You were already tiring of her.
You deserve more out of life than Sybil could bring you, much more.
You deserve much, much more.
(horse whinnying) (dog barking) - And this is my notorious Prince Charming there.
Good boy.
- Why notorious?
Is he dangerous?
- Oh no, not as long as he taken to stud regularly and that tends to keep all you restless boys happy, doesn't it?
(chuckles) - It seems rather unfair that the owner of the stallion should collect the horse's fee.
- (chuckles) Oh, he doesn't care.
No, he'd much rather have a basket full of oats and a mare in heat (chuckles).
- [Dorian] We other restless boys aren't so easily pleased.
- (chuckles) A little direct, aren't you, Dorian.
- I think we both prefer it that way, don't we?
- Mmm, Harding, Harding.
The check for the deposit on the Selby Estate please, come on.
- It's all ready Mrs. Ruxton.
- Thank you, thank you very much.
You can go, you can go, Harding. - Yes.
- That's it.
Ah, I want to show you the best horse of them all.
Come on.
(chuckles) (dogs barking) (grunts) Oh!
Oh!
(pants) (dog barking) Oh.
(pants) - Afternoon, madam.
- Afternoon.
(eerie music) (boat whistle tooting) (lighthearted music) ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da ♪ - (chuckles) Yeah, Henry.
Have you ever seen anything like it?
Look at this.
Why do they put him in the papers all the time?
Is he a genius?
- Why not?
- Today, beauty's more important than genius.
♪ Da da da da ♪ - What an appetite.
He must've gone through the lot here.
Everybody.
- Including your wife?
♪ Da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da ♪ - Hold it.
- I decided I had to see her again.
- [Woman] And, of course, you did.
- [Esther] Dorian.
- That's right.
- [Woman] Well, what was she like?
- Her heart stopped when she went by.
(people chattering) - [Dorian] No really, it's okay.
- [Esther] Do you know why?
(lively music) ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da ♪ (romantic music) (lively music) (eerie music) (buses rumbling) ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da da ♪ (camera clicking) ♪ Da da da da da da da ♪ (woman giggling) - Keep going, woo!
(woman giggles) (camera clicking) ♪ Da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da da da da ♪ ♪ Da da da da da da ♪ - How's this?
- Yes, that's it up.
(camera clicking) - [Woman] Oh you're kidding.
(people laughing) - I think this is what we agreed.
I hope it makes her famous.
- With my face on a two-page spread Julia will have to fight off the contracts.
- ]Julia] Jonathan, come and look.
- Yes, dear.
(people chattering) - Adrienne's a perfect voyeur.
She's only excited by what her camera sees (chuckles).
- When I took this one five years ago in Miami, she was quite beautiful.
(metal clanking) - Who's that?
- This the German, Candace, taken against the Berlin Wall.
- Oh no, really?
(people laughing) - Alan!
- Hello, Dorian.
- It's been such a long time.
So much has happened.
- To you certainly.
A large whiskey, please.
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on my honeymoon.
- Oh, very touching, at last.
Congratulations.
Where's your beautiful bride?
I'd adore to see her.
Is that her?
- (chuckles) No.
(Dorian chuckles) No.
I'll introduce you to her.
- Alice, Alice, this is Mr. Gray.
We were at university together, believe it or not.
- How do you do, Mr. Gray.
- How do you do?
- You certainly don't look like Alan's contemporary.
- You're right.
I'm a year older than him.
You must be my guests tonight.
- I'm sorry but I can't.
- Alan, you must.
(slow dance music) (lively dance music) (people laughing) - Hey, you know what, it's almost dawn.
It is the first time I've ever been up so late.
- Why don't we go Nunlou's house to watch the sunrise.
- Yes, it's the best view in the coast.
- And the best champagne.
- Thank you very much, but we're leaving tomorrow and Alan ought to sleep.
He isn't really used to drinking so much.
- Who said so?
Ha, I just feel great!
- Sure, I'll take you back to the hotel.
(Alan giggles) Don't worry about your husband.
You just enjoy yourself.
I'll get him home.
- (laughs) You stay, I'll be all right.
- No, Alan, really.
- Go on, darling.
Why should you miss the fun because of me?
Come on, smile (laughs).
- All right.
(people chattering) - Won't be long now.
(glasses clinking) (gentle music) Come on.
(slow dance music) - Where are they going?
- They're going to watch the sunrise.
We can see it from inside.
- I want to go back to the hotel.
- When did you meet Alan?
- I was his secretary.
- Classic.
(chuckles) That was classic, too.
If I go on what would you do?
Throw yourself out of the window?
- Mr. Gray.
Mr. Gray!
(gasps) Have you gone mad?
(tense rhythmic music) - Take me to the House of Pleasure.
Here's five pounds.
- No, mate, no, won't take you there for nothing.
- All right, 10 then, but take me to The House of Pleasure, please!
(dynamic rock music) (people chattering) - [Mrs. Brandon] I don't understand it.
- Don't bother, Mrs. Brandon.
Today one just buys what everyone else is buying.
- Incredible phenomenon this Oriental art.
- Not as incredible as your nephew.
How does Dorian stay so young?
- You should know that, Henry.
I sold my soul to the devil.
You introduced me to him.
(chuckles) Basil, I heard you were going to Paris.
- Everyone else started their career there.
I'm thinking of ending mine.
- What time is your plane?
- You know me, the more firma, the less terra.
I'm taking the midnight train.
My bags are at the station already.
- Excuse me.
- That's all right, Mr. Gray.
- [Dorian] You know me?
- If you weren't away all the time, we would've met long ago, wouldn't we, Henry?
- Unavoidably.
Gladys's husband is the doctor who tries to cure all our senile ailments for an outrageous price we're all prepared to pay.
Another eminent youth preserver.
Dr. Monmouth, Dorian Gray.
Dorian.
- How do you do?
- See you later at the house.
- How many years have they been married?
- Five years, very happily.
- Five years with him is longer than eternity.
- Henry, don't you think they would love to come to Selby?
- Yes, I'm sure they would love to.
For shooting perhaps?
- Perhaps.
- Look, Dorian-- - No, not now.
Why don't you drop in before you leave?
So what if I have an affair with her.
- Destroy a perfectly happy family?
That's exactly what I mean, Dorian, that kind of compulsive behavior that the whole world knows about.
- [Dorian] And is jealous of.
- The Monmouths have two children, Dorian.
- [Dorian] Not a very impressive score for a specialist in rejuvenation.
- You're beginning to sound like a pseudo version of Henry Wotton.
- [Dorian] (sighs) Basil.
Go and cool off in your train.
- Dorian, there must be some limit.
- Limit yourself.
Leave me alone.
- [Basil] You corrupt and destroy everyone who comes in contact with you.
Gwendolyn, Clouston's wife, that young boy.
- I hate moral lectures.
Stop it.
- The Monmouths are friends of mine.
Leave them alone.
- (huffs) Are you threatening me?
I do hope so.
- Threatening you?
With what?
There's no degradation you haven't lived through.
- You're so right, Basil.
Wouldn't you like to see what I've lived through?
Come on.
- What are you up to?
What are you doing?
- [Dorian] Come one, huh?
- [Basil] Are you crazy?
- I want you to see for yourself.
- [Basil] Dorian, where are we going?
- [Dorian] This way.
Come on, up the stairs.
- [Basil] Dorian!
Will... - Unveil my soul, Basil.
- Dorian, are you mad or are you playing some awful game?
(Dorian chuckles) - Look at our work.
See, what we've created together.
- That's not my work.
- You can see the signature quite clearly.
That has never changed.
(lamp squeaking) - But, how did it happen?
What does it mean?
- [Dorian] Do you remember the day you finished it?
- Yes, I remember, Dorian.
But, but, that's impossible.
- Impossible?
(Basil grunts) - Oh my God, my God.
Forgive me.
What have I done?
- Stop it, what are you praying for?
- Shut up.
You've already done enough in your life, Dorian.
- It's your fault, you and that stinking portrait!
(lamp squeaking) (Basil screams) (Basil grunts) (vase shattering) (eerie music) (scary music) (tense somber music) (fire crackling) (answering machine beeps) - [Woman] Adrienne is not at home.
She will be at the Black Cock Club after midnight.
(answering machine beeps) Adrienne is not at home.
She will be at the Black Cock Club after midnight.
(answering machine beeps) Adrienne is not at hom.
She will be at the Black-- (clock tolls) (people shouting) (lively rock music) - I want a whiskey.
(phone ringing) - Hello?
- You must come.
I must see you immediately.
- I'm sorry, I can't leave, I'm on duty.
- Alan, for God's sake, won't you forget about your duty for once?
- [Alan] Is it really important.
- Very important.
- (sighs) All right, I'll come.
- Why don't you blow an old friend a little kiss before you go?
Poof to you, too, Sir Galahad.
- That's it. (Dorian grunts) I'm James Vane.
- I don't know who-- - You used Sybil Vane.
- Who?
- I'm Sybil's brother.
Don't tell me you've forgotten Sybil.
- You must be mad.
I don't know anyone called Sybil.
- Oh yes you do, my friend.
- It's not me.
Look at me more closely.
(grunts) (boat horns tooting) Look at me.
Are you convinced?
- My God.
I almost killed you.
(engine rumbles) - You won't get anywhere with that one, my dear.
An evening wasted.
- She's far too blown for us these days.
- [James] Do you know him?
- Everybody knows darling Sir Galahad.
You would never ever guess how old that one is.
God knows what he takes, but I'd like to have his secret.
- I'm looking for a middle aged man known as Sir Galahad.
- Well, who do you think he is, dear?
He's got more go in him than a pair of stud bulls.
Rich as creases and rotten to the core.
Perhaps you'd get over him with us? - A drink?
- What?
- A little drink.
(James scoffs) Oh, him.
- Why do you always put your foot in it?
Hmm.
Oh my God, look who's here.
Hello, darling.
(car rumbles) (clock ticking) (doorbell rings) - What's so urgent?
- How nice of you to come.
- What do you want?
- As a matter of fact, Alan, I killed Basil Hallward.
His body's upstairs.
Why I did it doesn't concern you.
(clock ticking) Your job is to get rid of the body.
You have a large car, you're a chemist, you should do it very well.
- You are insane.
- I didn't ask you here for your psychiatric opinion.
Get rid of the body!
And then, as far as I'm concerned, get rid of yourself.
Is that clear?
- Look here, if this is a sort of rotten game, you've got the wrong playmate-- - No, Alan, you're the right playmate.
That I can assure you.
We're such good friends, Alan.
Aren't we?
(Alan gasps) Basil's body's upstairs in the attic.
You can't miss it.
(rifles firing) (dogs barking) (Dorian laughs) - See you're out of form today, Dorian.
They were cinches.
- I'm the perfect host, that's all, Jeffrey.
(Jeffrey laughs) - You watch me all the time.
- I love watching you.
(dogs barking) - Why are you trying so hard to fall in love with me?
- You know, it's the first time that feelings have been important to me.
What about you?
- (sighs) I'm looking for peace, Dorian.
(chuckles) And if I don't take these shoes off, I won't find any today.
(dog barking) - Logan, put the dogs in those bushes quickly.
(dogs barking) - [Logan] There's nothing here.
Can't see anything, Mr. Gray.
(birds chirping) - What's wrong?
Are you all right?
(Dorian panting) - You've been upset lately, Dorian.
Is there anything that I can-- - I'm tired.
For Christ's sake leave me alone, I'm tired!
- All right, Dorian, so you're tired.
Now, we all know.
(dog barking) - [Jeffrey] Oh hey look, there's the doe.
(tense music) - [Sybil] Stop!
- No.
(gun firing) (Dorian screams) - [Jeffrey] My God, I've hit one of the beeches.
- Something's wrong.
- [Woman] Over there!
- [Man] Oh my God, somebody's been shot.
(people shouting) (dogs barking) - Dorian, don't you think you should let Roger take a look at you? - Over there in the bushes.
Quick.
- Calm down, please. - Come on, this way.
- [Man] Somebody get a doctor.
- He's dead, isn't he?
- Yes, sir.
Caught the shot square in the chest.
He's not one of ours, Mr. Gray.
I've never seen him before.
(people chattering) (tense music) (somber music) - (sighs) Can't a man change?
I'm tired.
I'm tired of it all.
- Aren't we all?
There is no escape, Dorian.
Gladys asked me why you hadn't called her.
She gave me a letter for you.
- Tear it up.
- Turning down offers?
How very unlike you.
- I wanna be unlike me.
I feel old and foul.
I want to feel clean again.
- And good, Dorian?
(chuckles) Come on, dear boy, you're just bored with the old game and looking for a new one, that's all.
They're still speculating on Basil's disappearance.
- What do you think happened to him, Henry?
- Oh, he'll turn up somewhere or other with a new girl or a new style.
At his age, men are always in need of one or the other.
- Maybe he's dead.
- Basil's as healthy as a horse so long as he has a good rider (chuckles).
- [Dorian] One of his rider's might have killed him.
- Why?
He wasn't exciting enough to have serious enemies.
- I might have killed him.
- An interesting thought.
But for what reason?
(laughs) No, no, he'll turn up.
He always has.
Tell me, Dorian, tell me exactly, what does it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his soul?
- How should I know?
- You must have done something quite as radical as that to keep so young.
What's the secret?
- Oh, forget about it, Henry.
Even youth becomes boring.
- (laughs) I'd give anything to be so bored.
Anything that is, except get up early, and make love to women (chuckles).
Oh, it's a dreary musical joke, you know, to look so old and feel so young.
Very undignified.
And frightening to remain alert in mind and observe the decaying of your body.
One should grow stupid and senile and know nothing.
Still, why should you worry?
Nothing affects you, nothing changes you.
Like an ancient myth you remain unalterable.
(chuckles) You are like an ancient myth, aren't you, dear Dorian?
A lovely, lovely old young dream-- - Why don't you shut up?
- Oh well.
Another dream broken.
(somber music) - [News Anchor] The 27-year-old bearded leader described himself as a socialist.
A tragedy in southwest London. (people chattering) Dr. Alan Campbell, noted for his anti-pollution theories, was found dead in his office by cleaners this morning.
Dr. Campbell was 43 years olds and controlled chemical research for International Petroleum.
Death was due to an overdose of sleeping tablets.
The United States command in Vietnam announced today, that 85 Americans were killed in action last week... (dramatic music) - (grunts) Oh, no, oh.
No.
(dramatic drumming music) (dramatic piano music) (Dorian screams) (somber music)
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