All language subtitles for Laurentie 2011.english

How many songs?

What?

How many songs?

Two.

$30, right?

OUR LAND IS AT THE AGE
OF THE WORLD'S FIRST DAYS.

OUR LIFE HERE HAS YET
TO BE DISCOVERED AND NAMED;

THESE DARK FEATUR, ES
WHICH ARE OURS

THIS SILENT HEART THAT IS IN US

ALL THESE LANDSCAPES,
FROM BEFORE MANKIND

EXPECTING OUR SETTLE, MENT
AND POSSESSION

AND THIS CONFUSED VOICE
THAT STRAYS THROUGH THE NIGHT

ALL OF THAT CALLS
TO THE DAY AND LIGHT.

A big round of applause
for the charming Tiffany.

We'll be right back
after the break

with the super-sexy Lydia.

LAURENTIA

PART l
GHOSTS

Rosalie...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry, l lost track of the time.

I just got here anyway.

You must be tired.

Not too bad.

Are you hungry?

A little bit
after six hours on the bus.

I can imagine.

- You OK?
- What?

Are you OK?

Yeah, sure.

You look tired too.

Yeah, it's been a busy week.

IT SOMETIMES HAD TO BE

THAT THE SUN CAST ITS
REDDISH BLUSH UPON THE WINDOWS

SO THAT WE COULD FEEL
A LITTLE LESS ALONE

AND THEN SOME MADE-UP MEMORY

OF THE BEAUTY OF ALL THINGS
SHONE THROUGH

UNTIL EVERYTHING SETTLED
IN THE RAW WHITE OF THE REAL

COMPELLING US
TO LOWER OUR EYELIDS

OK... Oh boy.

OK, come on.

There's plenty of room.

I'm here.

Are you ready for another load?

OK.

Hey, Dave, wait a minute.
I'm coming.

We'll grab the stove.
It's not that heavy.

What do we do now?
Should l go to the back?

Grab it from the back.

And when we get to the stairs...

- Should l give you a hand?
- Yes.

Got it?

One, two, three, go!

Louis, grab your end.

Come on.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I don't have a good grip!

OK, but hurry up,
'cause it's heavy.

Wait, we'll get a better hold.

- You can let it go a bit, OK?
- OK, let's put it down.

- Are you good?
- Yes. Go!

- Are you good?
- Yeah, fine.

Right...

You want us to help you
unpack a couple of boxes?

No, it's fine, guys.
You've done enough.

Yeah, anyway, l have to bring
the truck back before 5..OO.

Here.

Anyway...

Thanks for your help, guys.
It was really good of you.

- Don't worry about it.
- Thanks for the pizza.

Don't mention it.

Once you settle in,
it's going to be real nice here.

Right, then.
Good luck, eh?

Let's talk soon.

Thanks again for your help.

- Cool, man.
- Ciao, boys.

Ciao.

- Bye then.
- Bye, guys.

QUEBEC POETRY FROM ITS ORIGINS
TO THE PRESENT DAY

Louis, take your break with us.
We're going for coffee.

No, go ahead without me.
I still have a lot of work.

Come on, Marc and the others are
going to be there. It'll be fun.

I'm not feeling
so good today, Guillaume.

I'll take a rain check, OK?

For Christ's sake!

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Just hang on a minute.
I'll make a note of it.

OK, go ahead.

Thirty, zero, eight.
It's in the archives, right?

That's it.

No, no. No problem.

For Jocelyne, OK.

What's her office number again?

No problem.

Yes.

Yes.

OK. Thanks, bye.

PART II
TORMENTS

So, when the guys come in,
the show's already started.

Apparently, there wasn't
a young person in the place.

Everyone had grey hair.

So the guys get to their seats.

And there's a pile of coats
and purses on their seats.

It takes them 10 minutes

to make the people understand
they have to clear the seats.

And the old people are sighing.

They're outraged that someone
would be late for a Charlebois show.

You're not supposed
to be late for Robert Charlebois!

$14, please.

- How much?
- I don't have any cash, man.

$14. No, it's cool, guys.

- It's my turn!
- Thanks.

Just give me $4.

OK. Thanks a lot.

Thank you.

- Right then... Cheers!
- Cheers, guys!

Well...

So, anyway, right, the guys
don't feel welcome at the show.

And they also find it
really boring.

So they decide to pretend
that the show is really good.

They decide to pretend
the show's really good,

so they start to sing
and then to dance.

And they lay it on real thick.

And then the crowd
starts to notice.

The crowd turns
and they tell the guys..

''Calm down, take it easy.''

What the fuck is their problem?

So? So?

The crowd starts
to shout at the guys,

but the more they're told to
shut it, the more it winds them up.

So now the guys are totally cranked
and start to boo the crowd

and then Robert Charlebois.

The guys start shouting out
some fucking intense stuff, like..

''Fuckin' lousy baby-boomer gig!''

Come on! I don't believe it!

I swear, man
that's what he told! me.

And so, apparently, even the...

What's that stuck up your ass, man?

Fuckin' bunch of morons.

You got nothing else to do?

What?

Cool it, man.

- Go to hell, fucker.
- Hey, let it go.

Forget about them.

Right, so security comes in
and stops the show.

And Robert Charlebois
says something like..

''Look at today's youth.''

And J.F. answers.. ''Hey!
Go fuck yourself, you boomer!

''When are you going to die anyway?''

I don't know
who has a fucking problem.

No. It's cool, man.
Everything's fine.

Damn it, Louis.

Hey! Hey! Stop it.
Calm down, please.

Everyone calm down, OK?

- Shut up! Sit down!
- It's cool. It's all cool.

OK, everyone calm down.

Louis, fuck!

AUTUMN ALMOST LAID BARE

SHIMMERING GOLD

FORESTS

AND THIS DUSK LIGHT

LEAKING AT THE HORIZON'S EDGE

ENOUGH TO MAKE ME
CRY OUT IN ANGUISH

ALL THESE THINGS l AM STRIPPED OF

I know, they're little assholes.

You didn't have to
fight them for that.

Look, what's done is done.

Will you stop whining?

Fucking goddamn anglo shitheads.

Show me.

No, it's not that bad.

What?

What is it?

Goddamn fucking anglos.

Calm down. This isn't Palestine.

- Don't encourage him.
- Give me a break.

You should have
hit like that earlier.

Come on! Fuck, Louis.

No, wait. There.

That's how you do it.
There you go, fucker.

Come on. Get angry!

Take that, fucker!

- Do it!
- OK, OK, calm down now.

Come on. A little effort.
No, wait, wait.

Come on!
Take that, fucker!

Oh yeah.

- Take that, fucker!
- OK, that's enough!

Fuck!

Louis, fuck! Somebody's fuckin'
going to call the cops!

Goddamn fucking
piece of shit province!

Louis, stop it!
You're going to hurt yourself.

OK, I'm getting the fuck
out of here, man! Shit!

What are you doing, Dave, shit!

Hey, I'm getting
the fuck out of here, man!

Dave, what the fuck are you doing?

Louis, stop it now.

Louis! Fuck!

Louis, stop, shit!

Fuck, Louis!

Fuck!

You're losing it, man, fuck!

What's that?

Dave!

What do we do now?

Forget it, man.

Come on, we can't let Dave...

Dave, wait!

Yes.

I... Yeah. Thanks.

Louis.

It's not serious.
It doesn't hurt.

I'm not a doctor, but...

It's just that, yesterday...

If I work until October
then l can stop.

And I'll have
one year of maternity leave.

- One year!
- Really?

Yeah.

That's good.

What about Martin?

How's he handling it
with his job?

He only has one week off.

But he has paid vacation days
accumulated this year.

So he'll take them
when l give birth,

and then he'll just work
four days a week until Christmas.

We're happy.

It's pretty good
when you work for the city.

- Yeah.
- There's always a way.

That's true. Yeah.

But when you think about it,
we have it pretty good here too.

When Seb's girlfriend
had her first one last year,

Raymond would let him leave early
to take the baby to the doctor.

- It's also fun.
- Yeah.

Yeah, that's exactly
why l stay at this job.

You know, l could find
a better salary somewhere else.

But the conditions in
our department are hard to beat.

Makes a big difference.

Since l want more than one child...

For sure.

What about you, Louis?

You and Rosalie
isn't it time you had kids?

We're in no hurry.

Speaking of which,
how is your Rosalie doing?

She's good.

It's been a while
since we've seen her, no?

So how was her trip?

It was fine.

She must have handed in
her thesis by now?

Yeah.

Will we see her
at Guy's farewell party?

That's on Thursday, right?

Then... no.

It completely slipped my mind.
We planned something else.

l have to go now.
I'm a little busy.

Well... OK. See you.

Hello?

Hello?

ONLY LET ME CLOSE MY EYES

ONLY LET ME LAY THE PALMS
OF MY HANDS ON MY EYELIDS

ONLY LET ME SEE YOU NO MORE

SO l CANNOT SPY
THROUGH THE THICK SHADOWS

THE HEAVY GATES OF FORGETFULNESS
SLOWLY SWINGING OPEN

No, l stopped it.

- Look at me now.
- I'm looking, lI'm looking.

Hey! Fucking madman!

- Do you have it?
- Yes.

Here, l got it.

- Get set.
- Right.

- Another beer, guys?
- No, I'm fine.

Hey, I'll have another,
if there's still some left.

Come on.

Loser.

The loser's winning six to two.

Thanks.

You OK?

Louis?

I'm OK, man.

Thanks for being here, guys.

THE VOID BECKONS, l AM AFRAID

I CALL UPON GOD

TO CURL UP AND FOREVER SLEEP

I WOULD LIKE TO BE A MAGICIAN

SO l COULD VANISH AT ONCE

WHEN THE IMPOSSIBLE APPROACHED.

PART III
ABYSSES

AND FROM THIS CLIFF
UPON WHICH WE STAND

OUR SIGHT RESTS UPON THE SEA

AND OUR ARMS LIE AT OUR SIDES

LIKE USELESS OARS

OUR SIGHTS SUFFER UPON THE SEA

LIKE GREAT PITIFUL HANDS

TWO POOR UNMOVING HANDS

ALL-KNOWING AND INCAPABLE

Hi.

I'm Louis.

What?

Sorry, l didn't really catch that.

The music is really too loud.

DOLLARD-DES-ORMEAUX
MAY 166O

TO TURN INTO A CLEARING
THAT EMPTY FAR-OFF PLACE!

OUTSIDE OF YOU YET SO CLOSE
IT MAKES YOU SHIVER.

GENTLY COME DOWN
KEEP DEATH FROM RISIN' G

FEAR FROM FLEEING, FROM HIDING
I BEG YOU TO LOOK AT ME.

WHO ARE YOU THAT l TURN TO YOU

AND BESEECH YOU SO
TO CRUSH ME INTO YOUR RADIANCE?

You scared me.

I'd like to talk.

I have nothing
to say to you, Louis.

I miss you, Rosalie.

l miss you.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

MY COUNTRYMAN HAS BARELY
RISEN FROM THE EARTH

AND HIS FIRST LETTER
IS DARK FOLIAGE

AND HIS FEATURES A SHAPELESS
AND AWKWARD FANCY

THIS MAN THAT IS TAKING
HIS FIRST STEPS UPON THE EARTH

TRAINS HIMSELF
FOR THE ORIGINAL GESTURE

AND HIS WRISTS BLEED
UPON THE WILD STONES

AND WORDS SCORCH HIS MOUTH

AND THE TOOL BREAKS
IN HIS CLUMSY HANDS

AND IT IS ALL HIS YOUTH
THAT BURSTS INTO TEARS.

Well, I think he wants
to see his daddy now.

And please put that out, Dad.

I think it's his mom that's
fed up with taking care of him.

Hey, l didn't make this baby
all on my own.

True, true.

Hey, wait a minute, there.

All right! Now you're talking.

Rhubarb pie!

Your mother made it.

Rosalie, my dear, we're so happy
to have you here with us.

- We really missed you.
- I'm happy too.

No, no, leave that.
You've done enough.

Go find your boyfriend.

Anybody want ice cream?

I'll have some, thanks.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Rosalie, do you want to hold him?

Well, OK.

Here. Fill yourself up
with your mother's pie.

There you go.

Perfect.

Thanks, dear.

Alberte, your pie
doesn't look half bad.

The crust's not burnt.

He never quits.

Is he going to annoy me until
the end of my days with that story?

What story?

The story of my first rhubarb pie.

I was a newlywed.
I'd never cooked a pie in my life.

- And his mother is a pie expert.
- That's right.

And of rhubarb pie above all else.

So, l had
my mother-in-law's recipe.

And then...

~My name is Louis Despres.

~I'm 28 years old.

~I'm an audio-visual technician.

~I live at 2344A D'Orleans Street
in Montreal.

~In the Province of Quebec.

~I live next door
to Jay Kashyap,

''who is 25 years old.

~I admit to having killed
Jay Kashyap last August 16th

~In his apartment
on D'Orleans Street in Montreal.

~I acted alone.

~After attending a party organized
by Mr. Kashyap,

~I spent the night in a nearby park.

~Once l got back to my apartment,

~l took out a screwdriver
and knocked at Jay Kashyap's door.

~He opened the door
a few moments later.

~I immediately assaulted, him
with the screwdriver

~repeatedly stabbing him
in the chest.

~When he stopped resisting,

~I dragged his body
to the back of his apartment.

~I then noticed that he was dead.

''I hereby confirm

''that this declaration
was made of my own freewill,

''without any promises or threats.

''In witness whereof, I sign,
in Montreal, August 24th, 2010.''

Is that OK with you?

Yes.

You have to sign here...

and here.

Will you be alright?

Listen, you'll have to
wait here a few hours

before they transfer you.

If you get hungry while waiting,
just say so.

They'll bring you something.

In the meantime, I'm going
to hand in your deposition.

I FEEL A GREAT WARINESS

AND WANT TO SUCCUMB TO INERTIA

AS IF TO A SPELL.

Translation by Daniel Canty
Copyeditor David Dalgleish

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