All language subtitles for Watch The Blood Oranges (1997) - Free Movies - Tubi

Man: ILLYRIA.

IT IS THAT PLACE LYING
BETWEEN THE COUNTRY JUST LEFT

AND THE COUNTRY JUST AHEAD.

A FARAWAY LAND, WHERE
THE ONLY ENEMY IS CONVENTION

AND LOVE IS FREE TO WEAVE
ITS GOLDEN THREAD

WHEREVER IT MAY.

ILLYRIA...1970.

Woman: LET'S BE BURIED
HERE TOGETHER, BABY.

Man: ALIVE?

YES...ALIVE.

CYRIL BABY, DON'T SMOKE,
FOR GOD'S SAKE.

WHAT'S WRONG
WITH MY CIGARETTE?

LITTLE BOYS HAVE BEEN
RELIEVING THEMSELVES

IN HERE.
YOU CAN SMELL IT.

YOU'RE MAKING ME
NERVOUS. OK?

IF LITTLE BOYS
CAN MAKE WATER,

THEN I CAN MAKE SMOKE.

Woman: MY GOD.

I FOUND THE SKELTON
OF A CHILD.

HEAD, RIBS,

HANDS, FEET.

THE WHOLE WORKS.

HOW COULD THEY DO IT?

SO BEAUTIFUL.

POOR LITTLE THING.

I'M GOING TO KISS HIM, CYRIL.
SHALL I?

MM-HMM.

I WANNA LIGHT A CANDLE, OKAY?

SURE.
WHO ARE YOU GONNA
LIGHT IT FOR?

OH, I DON'T KNOW.

[BELL CLANGING]

IS IT A FIRE?

I DON'T KNOW.
LET'S GO AND FIND OUT.

[MAN SPEAKING
ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

[MAN SHOUTING
IN ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

[CROWD LAUGHING]

THEY'RE LAUGHING.

COME ON, BABY,
I WANNA SEE.

LET'S GO.

COME ON, BABY.

[CHILD LAUGHS]

[EXCITED CHATTER]

[CHEERING]

DO SOMETHING, CYRIL.

THERE'S SOMEONE
STILL INSIDE.

THERE'S NO NEED.

THE FIRE BRIGADE'S
DOING A GRAND JOB.

GET RID OF ALL THAT STUFF
BEFORE YOU TAKE US OFF.

TAKE THE ROPES OFF.

YOU CAN'T CARRY US
AT THE SAME TIME.

NO. GET RID OF THOSE--
THOSE ROPES. GO.

[LAUGHTER]

Woman:
COME ON, LET'S GET CLOSE.

HUGH,
CAN YOU COME UP, PLEASE?

BABY, THAT LITTLE GIRL
IS WAVING AT ME.

[TAUNTING SHOUTS]

Man: BOO! BOO!

OH, CYRIL,
HE'S
HANDSOME.

[WHISTLING
IN CROWD]

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

OH, MY GOD,
HE'S HANDSOME.

Cyril, narrating:
YOU ALWAYS KNEW

WHAT YOU WANTED,
DIDN'T YOU, FIONA?

AND FROM THE FIRST,
YOU WANTED HUGH.

IT WAS FATE
THAT SPUN THEIR MOTORBUS

OFF THE DIRT ROAD AND
INTO THE RIVER THAT DAY.

AND IT WAS OUR GOOD FORTUNE
TO BE ON HAND FOR THE RESCUE

AND SAFE DELIVERY
OF THE STRANDED FAMILY

TO THE SHORES OF ILLYRIA

AND OUR WELCOMING ARMS.

[APPLAUSE
AND CHEERING]

THERE YOU ARE.
NOW YOU'LL BE SAFE.

HERE. I'LL TAKE HER.

OH, MY GOD!
OHH! OHH!

OHH!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

YES, THANK YOU.

NEARLY
DROPPED YOU IN.

I KNOW.

HELLO.

WELCOME ASHORE.

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE NOT SHIVERING,
ARE YOU?

NO.

MY WIFE THINKS YOU
MUST BE EXHAUSTED

AFTER YOUR DUNKING
IN THE RIVER.

[FIONA LAUGHING]

SHE'S WORRIED
ABOUT YOU.

[LAUGHING]

HUGH.

SHE ADMIRES
YOUR COURAGE.

FIONA'S CHARACTER
JUDGMENTS

ARE ALWAYS RIGHT.

Hugh: FIONA.

WE'VE BEEN MARRIED
A LONG TIME.

"MARRIED
A LONG TIME."

WE'VE BEEN TRAVELING
FOR OVER A YEAR.

I SEE.

WHERE?

OH, I CAN'T EVEN
REMEMBER WHERE.

WHEREVER HUGH WANTED
TO TAKE HIS PHOTOGRAPHS.

IT SORT OF BLURS INTO
PACKING AND UNPACKING.

HMM.

FIONA AND I HAVE
ALSO BEEN MARRIED

A LONG TIME.

IN FACT,

FIONA IS A KIND OF
PRIESTESS OF MARRIAGE.

IT'S LATE. DO YOU WANT
TO BE SITTING OUT HERE?

I LIKE YOUR VOICE
IN THE DARKNESS.

OK.

WOULDN'T IT BE BETTER
IF YOU WERE IN THERE

SLEEPING
WITH THE CHILDREN?

YOU NEEDN'T WORRY ABOUT ME
OR THE CHILDREN.

MEREDITH WILL SHOUT
IF THERE'S A PROBLEM.

WE HARDLY
KNOW EACH OTHER.

Hugh: FIONA.

I'M A LOT OLDER
THAN YOU THINK.

I'M 40.

OH.

AH.

BABY, SHARING SECRETS?

NO. WE'RE JUST TALKING.
WHY DON'T YOU JOIN US?

OH, I COULDN'T
SIT STILL,

NOT TONIGHT.

I'M SO GLAD
YOU'RE HERE.

I WANT YOU HERE,
YOU AND HUGH.

EASY, FIONA.
CALM DOWN.

OH, CYRIL,
DON'T BE STUFFY.

AT LEAST CATHERINE
DOESN'T THINK I'M STUFFY.

CATHERINE AND I WERE HAVING
A NICE CONVERSATION

UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG.

SHARING SECRETS,
I KNOW.

DRINKING WINE.

YOU'RE PERFECT,
BABY.

CYRIL'S DIFFERENT
FROM OTHER MEN.

DO YOU LIKE HIM?

DO YOU LIKE
MY CYRIL?

OF COURSE SHE LIKES ME.

BABY, YOU RUIN
EVERYTHING.

WELL.

OK...

YOU ASKED FOR IT.

Hugh: FIONA.

UM, WHERE
WERE WE?

Hugh: FIONA!

SHH! QUIET,
YOU TWO.

YOU'LL WAKE
THE CHILDREN.

WE WERE TALKING.
WHAT ABOUT?

OURSELVES.

EXACTLY.

TELLING EACH OTHER
HEART-STOPPERS,

AS FIONA WOULD SAY.

[LAUGHS]

SO...

DO YOU THINK
YOU SEE ME

AS FIONA SEES ME--

THE PERFECT MAN?

YES. BUT IT DOESN'T HAVE
MUCH TO DO WITH ME.

NOT EVEN NOW?

OF COURSE,
FIONA EXAGGERATES.

I'M A LOT
MORE ORDINARY

THAN SHE WOULD
LEAD YOU TO BELIEVE.

YOU ASKED FOR A SECRET.
I TOLD YOU.

GOOD.
TELL ME ANOTHER.

NO. IT'S YOUR TURN.
WHAT'S IN YOUR POCKET?

WHAT DID SHE GIVE YOU
A MOMENT AGO?

OH, JUST HER PANTIES.
THEY'RE NOT IMPORTANT.

WHY DID SHE
TAKE THEM OFF?

I DON'T KNOW.
DO YOU CARE?

I DON'T KNOW.

TRUST ME.

YOU REMIND ME
OF MY FATHER.

LISTEN.

UH. LISTEN
A MOMENT.

WHAT?

DAMN.

I KNEW IT.

THEY'VE WOKEN
THE CHILDREN.

I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING.

COME ON, LET'S GO.

USUALLY I HEAR
IF THERE'S A CRY.

I HAVE VERY SHARP EARS.

THERE'S DOLORES...

AND EVELINE.

AND OVER THERE IS OUR
BIG GIRL, MEREDITH.

WE'RE GOING TO BE
SLEEPING IN THERE,

HUGH AND I.

ALL SAFE?
NO NIGHTMARES?

NO. THEY
WON'T WAKE UP.

FIONA AND THAT NOISY
HUSBAND OF YOURS MAY TRY.

I'M GLAD WE LOOKED.

YOU'RE THINKING
ABOUT YOUR CHILDREN.

YES.

MY CHILDREN.

IN ALL THIS CONFUSION,

CAN YOU FIND
YOUR PAJAMAS?

YES.

PUT THEM ON.

I'LL BE BACK
IN 20 MINUTES.

ALL RIGHT.

Cyril: IT HAS BEEN 6 MONTHS
SINCE ALL OF YOU DEPARTED.

I MISS YOU, FIONA.

I HEAR YOUR FOOTSTEPS
ON THE METAL STAIRS

AND LOOK FOR YOU

IN ROOMS I IMAGINE
YOU HAVE JUST LEFT.

WITHOUT YOU,

MY ONLY COMFORT IS MY FAITH
IN OUR ILLYRIAN DREAM.

I LIVE ON WITH ROSELLA--

MY MAID, MY SHADOW--

WHO UNDERSTANDS
NOTHING I SAY,

BUT WHOSE EYES TELL ME

SHE JUDGES
EVERYTHING I DO.

YOU DO NOT KNOW ROSELLA

EXCEPT
FROM HUGH'S PHOTOGRAPHS,

THOUGH THAT
SHOULD BE ENOUGH.

Cyril:
COME ON, CATHERINE,

YOU KNOW YOU STILL
WANT ME TO WOO YOU.

STOP BEING A CHILD,
CATHERINE.

TAKE THE FLOWERS.

I SHAN'T GIVE UP.

I SHALL CONTINUE TO COME
HERE WEEK AFTER WEEK.

YEAR AFTER YEAR,
IF NEEDS BE

UNTIL YOU GET BETTER.

WHAT CAN I SAY
TO ROUSE YOU?

I MIGHT HAVE PREVENTED
OUR...

WHAT DID I CALL IT?

IDYL.

I COULD HAVE WALKED DOWN
TO THE BEACH...

AND THROWN PEBBLES
INTO THE NIGHT SEA

FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS.

BUT A STEADY, METHODICAL,

UNDESIGNING LOVER LIKE ME

REALLY HAS NO CHOICE,
CATHERINE.

THE GLASSES COME OFF
IN MY HAND.

THE DRESSING GOWN
FALLS OPEN.

I CLOSE THE WINGS
OF THE GLASSES. NO CHOICE.

BUT DON'T FORGET YOU WERE
WAITING FOR ME, CATHERINE.

WE BOTH KNEW YOU WERE
WAITING.

NEITHER OF US HAD ANY
CHOICE THAT FIRST NIGHT.

IT WAS INEVITABLE.

Fiona: CYRIL? IS IT YOU?

[FIONA LAUGHS]

I KNOW IT'S YOU, BABY.
STOP HIDING.

IT IS ME, FIONA,
YOU KNOW IT'S ME.

HOW ARE THE GRAPES?

Fiona: WE ARE GOING
TO SIT UP

AND WATCH THE SUNRISE.

OK, BABY?

GOOD IDEA. HUH, GREAT.

I WONDER IF THEY ARE
LYING IN BED TOGETHER

RIGHT NOW. LIKE US.

WOULD IT CHANGE ANYTHING?

IT WOULD EXPLAIN WHAT
I'M DOING HERE WITH YOU.

YOU THINK SO?

NO.

AS A MATTER OF FACT,

THEY ARE BOTH JUST
SITTING UP TOGETHER,

TO WATCH THE SUNRISE.

IS THAT BETTER?

IT'S WORSE.

WHY?

I DON'T KNOW.

I CAN GIVE YOU CLARITY.

BUT NOT UNDERSTANDING.

DON'T BE PRUDISH.

I'M NOT.

YOUR SHOULDER'S COLD.

CYRIL?

ARE THEY STAYING
AWAY FROM US ON PURPOSE?

IT'S ONLY
BEEN A FEW HOURS.

MORE OR LESS.

IT HAS BEEN A DAY.

WHOLE DAY.

PERHAPS THEY JUST
DON'T WANT TO INTRUDE?

I HOPE THEY DON'T END UP
LIKE THOSE OTHER 2.

REMEMBER?

GREATEST EVER BEGINNING
AND THEN...

QUICK FIZZLE.

YES, NOW I REMEMBER.

KISS ME, CYRIL.

YOU'RE NOT IN
THE LEAST INTERESTED

IN KISSING OLD CYRIL.

WHY PRETEND?

YOU'RE RIGHT, BABY.

HOW DID YOU KNOW?

Fiona: HI...

COME ON OVER.

OH, CYRIL, COME LOOK AT THEM.

THEY'RE ALL DRESSED UP.

FOUND THIS
IN THE LUGGAGE.

THOUGHT
YOU'D LIKE IT.

[LAUGHS]

PRETTY FORMAL,
DON'T YOU THINK?

OH, IT'S SWEET,
BABY, SWEET.

WELL, SHALL WE TRY IT?

NO, THANKS. NOT ME.

HUGH'S BEEN SICK.

OH, DEAR...WHAT'S WRONG?

CRAMPS, DIARRHEA,
WEAKNESS.

OH, DEAR. ARE YOU
FEELING BETTER?

ASK CATHERINE.
SHE'LL TELL YOU.

HUGH IS ALL RIGHT.
YOU CAN SEE HE IS.

YES, GREAT PAN
IS NOT DEAD, HUH?

WHAT A LOVELY BOTTLE
OF COGNAC.

Hugh: TERRIFIC.

AND HOW ARE THE KIDS?

FINE, FINE. UH,

MEREDITH
IS BABY-SITTING.

TIME FOR A SPOT OF GRAPE
TASTING I THINK, HMM?

OH, YES, CYRIL.

GRAPE TASTING GAME.
YOU MUST PLAY.

COME ON.

[LAUGHTER]

NOW IS THIS THE GAME?

[LAUGHTER]

RIGHT,
THIS IS THE GAME.

NOW...
IT'S VERY EASY.

YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS
BEHIND YOUR BACK.

OR IN YOUR CASE,
YOUR HAND.

OH, MY GOD. CYRIL!

Cyril: SORRY.

SORRY.

AND GO
FOR THE GRAPES.

WITH OUR MOUTHS.

NO GRAPES FOR ME. NO THANKS.

YOU DON'T
HAVE TO EAT THEM.

YOU JUST TRY AND CATCH
THEM BETWEEN YOUR LIPS

AND PULL THEM DOWN.

WHY CAN'T WE PICK A BUNCH
WITH OUR HANDS

AND GO SIT UNDER THAT TREE?

Catherine: LET'S DO WHAT
CYRIL SAYS, HUGH, PLEASE?

Fiona: COME ON,
HUGH...

OK.

MMM.

[APPLAUSE]

Hugh: THAT'S VERY FUNNY.

Cyril: OK, CATHERINE,
YOU GOING TO TRY?

Catherine:
OH, NO, NOT ME.

Cyril: GO ON.
I'LL PICK YOU UP.

IT'S YOUR TURN.

Fiona: ALL RIGHT.

Hugh: THE HONOR
OF THE FAMILY...

[HUGH LAUGHS]

PUT YOUR HANDS
BEHIND YOUR BACK.

YOU CAN PUT BOTH
FEET ON THE TABLE.

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHTER]

YOU MISSED.
TRY AGAIN.

I LOST MY BALANCE.

THEY'RE ONLY GRAPES.
COME ON, TRY A FEW.

Hugh: NIPPLES...

Catherine:
OH, HUGH...

THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN.

SUIT YOURSELF, BUT
THEY'RE JUST GRAPES.

NIPPLES INDEED.

Cyril: GOOD GIRL.

Fiona: OHH.

Hugh:
OH, CATHERINE, ENOUGH.

[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]

WHAT'S THIS, FELLA?

ARM AROUND MY WIFE'S
SHOULDERS...

GRRR.
GRRR.

[LAUGHTER]

Hugh: COME ON, BABY.
LET'S DO THE GRAPE.

MMM.

MAYBE I WANT TO NIBBLE
EACH ONE OF THEM.

MMM. ME, TOO.

♪ WHAT SHALL WE DO
WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR? ♪

♪ WHAT SHALL WE DO
WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR? ♪

♪ WHAT SHALL WE DO
WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR? ♪

♪ EARLY IN THE MORNING

♪ WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES

♪ WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES

♪ WAY HAY AND UP SHE RISES

♪ EARLY IN THE MORNING

♪ PUT HIM IN THE SCRUPPERS
WITH THE HOSE PIPE ON HIM ♪

♪ PUT HIM IN THE SCRUPPERS
WITH THE HOSE PIPE ON HIM ♪

♪ PUT HIM IN THE SCRUPPERS
WITH THE HOSE PIPE ON HIM ♪

♪ EARLY IN THE MORNING.

Girl: DAD, STOP.

Girl #2: HI, MOM.

Fiona: WAVE AT YOUR MOM.

HI, BABY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

HI, FIONA.

FANCY A SWIM?

BYE, EVERYONE.

All: BYE.

WHY DON'T YOU
TAKE A PHOTOGRAPH HERE?

NO, THANKS.

[MURMURED CONVERSATION]

THAT SHOULD DO IT.

LET'S GO.

THERE...

Hugh: PERFECT, PERFECT,
LET'S HUNT HER DOWN.

NO.

YOU WAIT HERE.

WHEN SHE'S WARMED UP,
I'LL WAVE.

THESE SULLEN TYPES
ALWAYS END UP COMPLIANT.

SMILE AT HER.

MAKE HER FEEL AT EASE.

PEASANT NUDES.

THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING
TO CALL MY COLLECTION.

PEASANT NUDES.

PERFECT.

PERFECT.

NOW LET'S JUST PUSH HER
OVER AGAINST THAT SKULL.

EASY...EASY...

EASY...

PERFECT.

PERFECT.

MOST OF THE FACES OF THESE
WOMEN ARE JUST FAT AND HAPPY.

THEY'RE ALL MOTHERS...

WITH OR WITHOUT CHILDREN.

THIS FACE IS SKINTIGHT...

WITH THE BEAUTY OF--

THE BEAUTY OF ILLITERACY.

SULLEN FACE...

OF AN ILLITERATE VIRGIN.

SHE COULDN'T BE BETTER.

MAKE HER SMILE.

WHAT?

COME ON. DO SOMETHING.
MAKE HER SMILE.

YES.

Hugh: NO, NOT THERE.

SORRY.

TIME TO CHANGE TACTICS.

WANT SOME?

THANK YOU.

IT'S HOT WORK.

UH-HMM.

Hugh: NOW TO BUSINESS.

NO BOOTS, NO DRESS.

NO BOOTS, NO DRESS.

COME ON, CYRIL.
GIVE HER THE RAKE.
LET'S TRY THE RAKE.

GIVE HER THE MACHETE.

TAKE THE RAKE AWAY.

SORRY.

MAGNIFICENT.

I'VE SPENT OVER A YEAR
ON MY COLLECTION.

MY CATALOG OF
NATURAL ART PHOTOGRAPHS.

I HAVE THEM SITTING IN HAY,
STANDING IN THE DARKENED
DOORWAYS OR RUINED BARNS.

ALL NUDE OR SEMINUDE.

MY PEASANT SPECIMENS.

IN THE BAG
THERE'S SOME UNDERWEAR,
GET THEM, WILL YOU?

GIVE THEM TO HER.

OH, YES.

Cyril: SHOULD I HAVE PLACED
MYSELF BETWEEN ROSELLA

AND HUGH'S PROBING CAMERA?

BY DOING NOTHING, I BECAME
HUGH'S WILLING ACCOMPLICE.

BUT WHO WAS I,

THE ADVOCATE
OF SENSUAL ABANDON

TO STAND IN THE WAY
OF HIS DESIRE?

HAD I INTERFERED,
I WOULD HAVE BECOME

THE WORST POSSIBLE HYPOCRITE.

EVEN IN ILLYRIA, THERE
ARE DIFFICULT CHOICES.

AND EVERY CHOICE
HAS ITS CONSEQUENCE.

YOU AND I ALWAYS KNEW
THAT LIFE AMONG THE ROSES

WOULD NOT BE WITHOUT THORNS.

DIDN'T WE, FIONA?

HERE YOU ARE AGAIN, ROSELLA.

THE GIRL BY THE WELL.

FOR MY PART,
I HAVE PAID DEARLY

FOR LIVING
OUR ILLYRIAN DREAM.

WHERE ONCE I WAS YOUR SATYR,

I AM NOW IMPOTENT.

ROSELLA IS MY UNWITTING
TORTURER.

THERE WAS A TIME
WHEN HERE CANDID SENSUALITY

WOULD HAVE AROUSED
MY DESIRE WITHOUT FAIL.

BUT NOT ANYMORE.

NOW I SEEK SOLACE IN THE
RITUALS OF DOMESTIC LIFE.

[CRUNCHING]

I SEE WE EAT THE BONES
AS WELL, ROSELLA.

AND THE FEET...

FOR THE FULL EFFECT,

WE MUST EAT THE ENTIRE
BIRD, HMM?

[CRUNCHING]

MMM. MAGNIFICENT.

WHERE ARE WE?
TELL ME QUICK.

WE'RE IN ILLYRIA.

DO YOU LIKE IT?

I LIKE YOU, BABY.

YOU.

COME ON, YOU TWO.
QUIT LAGGIN'.

CYRIL, BABY,
DON'T SAY ANYTHING.

DON'T SPOIL IT.

WHAT'S THAT?

[BELLS CLANGING]

SHEEP BELLS.

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?

GOATS, NOT SHEEP.

BUT THE GIRL, BABY,
LOOK AT THE GIRL.

[RINGING AND BLEATING]

SHE'S JUST A CHILD!

A YOUNG WOMAN.

ABOUT 17,
I SHOULD THINK.

Fiona:
SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL.

FIONA, SIT DOWN.
YOU'LL FALL.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, FELLA,
I'VE GOT A HOLD OF HER.

Fiona: OH, LOOK.

BABY, SHE SEES US.

HI...

[CYRIL AND HUGH LAUGH]

COME ON, BABY.

KISS HER.

SHE PROBABLY THINKS
YOU'RE SOME KIND OF GOD.

WHY, OF COURSE SHE DOES.

COME ON, HUGH,

HOW ABOUT IT?

PASS.

ONE WOMAN'S ENOUGH
FOR ME.

OH, COME ON, HUGH,

KISS HER JUST ONCE
LIKE CYRIL DID.

CATHERINE WON'T MIND.

I DON'T CARE IF
HE KISSES HER OR NOT.

DOESN'T CARE.
DID YOU HEAR THAT?

I MEAN IT, HUGH.
KISS HER...

IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT.

CYRIL, SAVE US.

FUN'S OVER.

ALL RIGHT, HUGH,

SINCE YOU DIDN'T KISS
THAT LITTLE GOAT GIRL,

WHY DON'T YOU KISS ME
INSTEAD?

MAYBE ANOTHER DAY.

COME ON, CATHERINE.

HE SAYS HE'S THE
ONLY MAN IN THE WORLD

WHO CAN RESIST MY CHARM.

WHAT'LL I DO?

I DID WARN YOU
HE MIGHT NOT WORK.

REMEMBER?

I REMEMBER.

HE JUST CAN'T SEE
THAT...

ANYTHING THAT LIES
IN THE PALM OF LOVE...

IS GOOD.

[MOANS]

HE STAYS ALL NIGHT
IN THAT STUDIO.

I HOPE HE COMES 'ROUND.

FOR YOUR SAKE.

I'M NOT GIVING UP YET,
BABY.

NOT YET.

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

[MOANS]

AHH!

I SEE YOU'RE WEARING
YOUR MAGIC PANTS AGAIN.

YOU'RE WEARING YOUR MAGIC
PANTS AGAIN, TOO, AREN'T YOU?

OF COURSE I AM.

MAYBE I'LL STEAL
YOUR MAGIC PANTS.

FOR HIM, OK?

I WANT TO SEE YOUR
MAGIC PANTS, BABY.

RIGHT NOW...

COME ON, LET'S SEE.

SUBMIT.

KISS ME, CYRIL.

KISS ME.

BABY.

Fiona: WHY CAN'T
THEY ALL BE LIKE YOU?

WHY?

CYRIL?

Cyril: HMM?

WE DON'T HAVE TO GO
BACK YET, DO WE?

Fiona: COME ON.
LET'S PLAY.

PLEASE.

[LAUGHS]

OH, BABY.

CAN'T WE JUST STAY
LIKE THIS FOREVER?

THAT'S IT, FIONA.

CASTRATION.

ALL THESE YEARS,
YOU'VE BEEN CASTRATING

YOUR OWN HUSBAND,

FLAUNTING YOURSELF
TO OTHER MEN.

MY HUSBAND IS VIRILE.

HUGH?

UNDO MY TOP.

Meredith: MOMMY?

DON'T WORRY, I'LL GO.

Meredith: MOMMY!

AHH, MEREDITH, NOW...

YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING?

THERE'S A HUGE ROCK
OVER THERE

I REALLY WANT YOU TO SEE.

I DON'T WANT TO GO.

IT'S VERY INTERESTING.

COME ON, WE'LL HAVE A LOOK.

COME ON.

Cyril: TODAY I WENT TO THE
ASYLUM TO VISIT CATHERINE,

ONLY TO FIND HER GONE
FROM HER USUAL CHAIR.

FOR MONTHS ON END,
I HAVE PLEADED, CAJOLED,

AND IMPLORED CATHERINE
TO COME BACK TO HERSELF.

TO NO AVAIL.

NOW A COUPLE OF SMALL
RABBITS HAVE SUCCEEDED

WHERE I HAVE FAILED.

Cyril: FOR THE FIRST
TIME IN ALMOST A YEAR,

I FEEL THE GENTLE STIRRINGS
OF MY SENSUAL SELF.

AND I AM CERTAIN THAT
CATHERINE'S RECOVERY

AND MY OWN
WILL BE INTERTWINED.

GIVEN TIME,
OUR WOUNDS WILL HEAL

INTO SMALL SILVERY SCARS.

Cyril: BUT SOME
MEMORIES DO NOT FADE.

THEY ARE INDELIBLE,
LIKE BLOOD ETCHINGS.

FIONA?

HUGH?

[MOANS]

Fiona: CYRIL.

CYRIL.

WHAT WERE YOU
DOING OUT THERE?

OH, NOT MUCH.

I WAS LOOKING
FOR YOU, BABY.

WERE YOU?

Cyril: COME ON,
MEREDITH, JOIN IN.

WHERE'S MY MOTHER?

I TOLD YOU THEY'RE
BRINGING THE WINE.

YOU CAN'T HAVE AN
IDYLL WITHOUT WINE.

I'M SICK OF
YOUR OLD IDYLLS.

YOU'RE LUCKY TO BE HERE.

IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME,

YOU WOULD
BE IN YOUR ROOM

BABY-SITTING YOUR
LITTLE SISTERS,

WHERE HUGH, FOR ONE,
THINKS YOU SHOULD BE.

MY FATHER LETS
ME DO ANYTHING,

EXCEPT GO TO
HIS PHOTO STUDIO

BECAUSE THAT'S HIS WORK.

THAT'S ENOUGH, DOLORES.
LEAVE SOME FOR MEREDITH.

ALL RIGHT.

DON'T BOTHER.

I DON'T WANT TO MAKE
ANY STUPID OLD CROWNS.

AND WHY NOT?

I THOUGHT ALL GIRLS
LIKED CROWNS.

I'LL HELP YOU.

I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO IMPRESS
MY PARENTS, THAT'S ALL.

YOU'RE JUST TRYING
TO FOOL THEM AGAIN.

I AM SIMPLY TRYING TO
BEDECK THEIR DAUGHTERS

WITH BEAUTIFUL THINGS.
IT'S A NICE IDEA.

IT'S DUMB.

THAT'S ENOUGH.

TO WORK, MEREDITH,
TO WORK.

HEY, NOT SO HARD.
THE GRAPES WILL FALL OFF.

I WANT MY MOTHER.

SOME OF THOSE STEMS
ARE A LITTLE SHORT
FOR WEAVING, MEREDITH.

THEY LOOK SPLENDID.

GOOD CHOICE OF COLORS.

IT'S FALLING APART.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT?

GOD, YOU'RE SELFISH.

I JUST KNEW IT WOULD
TAKE LONGER TO MAKE,
SO I MADE MINE FIRST.

COME ON,
LET'S FIX UP YOURS.

I THOUGHT WE WERE
MAKING THEM JUST FOR US.

WHO'S BEING SELFISH NOW?

YOU DON'T NEED ONE.

WHY DO YOU HAVE
TO HAVE ONE, TOO?

THEY'RE ONLY FOR CHILDREN.

IF YOU WANT ME TO MAKE YOU
A CROWN AS NICE AS MINE,

WHY DON'T TRY TRY
A LITTLE POLITENESS?

NOW... SHALL WE CARRY ON
OR DO YOU WANT TO STOP?

IT HAS TO BE
AS GOOD AS YOURS.

PROMISE?

I PROMISE.

NOW PASS ME
ONE OF THOSE FLOWERS.

HUGH, LOOK
WHAT HE'S DONE.

CATHERINE,

LOOK WHAT CYRIL'S
DONE TO OUR CHILDREN.

OH, THEY'RE SWEET.
THEY REALLY ARE.

HI.

MEREDITH, YOU LOOK
STUNNING, BABY.

Catherine: YOU REALLY DO.

Dolores: WHAT ABOUT ME?

DON'T I LOOK
STUNNING, TOO?

Hugh: JESUS, LOOK AT THAT.

GOD, FELLA,
WHAT A SIGHT.

DON'T EVER TAKE
IT OFF, BABY, EVER.

Catherine:
OH, CYRIL.

STILL THE SAME,
MORE OR LESS.

THIS WAY.

[SPEAKING IN
ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

Cyril: WHY DO YOU SPURN
YOUR LOVERS, ROSELLA?

HMM?

WHAT ARE
YOU WAITING FOR?

NOT ME, I HOPE.

SEXLESS MATRIMONY
IS ALL I CAN OFFER.

AND EVEN IN THAT REGARD,
I'M SPOKEN FOR.

[CRYING]

MEREDITH,
WHAT'S THE MATTER?

NOTHING.

YOUR NOSE IS BLEEDING.

IT'S NOT.

I'M GOING TO TELL
MY FATHER.

LET'S TRY AND STOP
THIS NOSEBLEED.

HE'LL KILL YOU
FOR COMING HERE.

JUST SIT STILL.

WELL, IT STOPPED.

NOW YOU CAN WASH
ALL THIS OFF IN THE MORNING.

GO BACK TO SLEEP.

DON'T WORRY,
YOU'LL BE FINE.

Fiona:
IS THAT YOU?

EXPECTING SOMEONE ELSE?

JUST YOU, BABY, YOU.

[CHEERS]

COME ON, DAD,
YOU CAN BEAT HIM.

COME ON, DAD, DO IT.

Catherine: COME ON,
DO IT JUST FOR FUN.

PLEASE? COME ON.

WHAT DO YOU SAY,
FELLA?

BE A GOOD SPORT, BABY.
DO IT, COME ON.

Both:
OK, READY? 1...2...3.

[CHEERING]

Children: OH, DADDY.

Catherine: IT'S
JUST BAD LUCK, HUGH.

I THINK I'LL GO
UP TO THE STUDIO.

CAN I COME?

NO.

OHH.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?
SOMETHING WRONG?

THE LIGHT. THE PHOTOS.

OH, I'M SORRY.

I DIDN'T REALIZE IT.

SO BLOODY
DARK IN HERE,

I DON'T KNOW HOW
YOU CAN STAND IT.

YOU'RE SWEATING. YOU
HAVE A CHEST PROBLEM?

NO. IT'S NOT
MY CHEST.

WELL,
HOW ABOUT FIONA?

FIONA?

WHY NOT?

GOD, DO YOU KNOW
WHAT'S HAPPENING?

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT.

I'M APPEALING TO YOU,
FELLA. DON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

WELL, YOU'VE HAD
YOUR EYE ON FIONA

SINCE THE BEGINNING.

LET'S REASON FROM THERE.

SHE'S GOT A HUSBAND.

YOU'VE GOT A WIFE.

I'M TALKING
ABOUT YOU, NOT ME.

AND THE TORMENT, IS
THAT YOURS OR MINE?

YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S
GOING ON IN THE SHADOWS.

THAT'S ALL.

TELL ME.

IF WE DON'T
WORK TOGETHER,

IF WE DON'T STOP THIS
THING, YOU'LL LOSE HER.

TO YOU?

TO ME, TO ME.

DON'T YOU SEE?

OF COURSE,
I DO LOVE FIONA.

SHE WANTS ME
FOR GOD'S SAKE.

IT SEEMS TO ME

THAT WHAT YOU'RE
REALLY AFTER

IS MY PERMISSION.

YOU DON'T MEAN IT--
YOU CAN'T.

WELL, PUT IT THIS WAY,

YOU WANT TO PLAY
FOOTSIE WITH FIONA--

NO, YOU'RE WRONG.

AND YOU WANT ME
TO SANCTION

THE BARE FEET
UNDER THE TABLE.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, I DON'T.

BUT WHY SHOULD I?
I DON'T EXPECT YOU TO?

WHY CAN'T YOU PLAY
FOOTSIE WITH FIONA

AND LEAVE ME OUT OF IT?

BECAUSE I COULDN'T
DO THAT.

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS?

KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF
ANOTHER MAN'S WIFE.

WRITTEN IN STONE, FELLA.
WRITTEN IN STONE.

TRYING TO DO
YOU A FAVOR.

DO WE REALLY
HAVE TO HAVE

ALL THIS MALE CAMARADERIE
IN MATTERS OF LOVE?

I THOUGHT YOU'D LISTEN.

I THOUGHT YOU'D GET ME
OUT OF THIS MESS.

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY?

HOW MUCH HAS
SHE REALLY TOLD YOU?

IF YOU WANT TO KNOW
WHAT FIONA CALLS

HER LITTLE TRADE
SECRETS ASK HER.

I DON'T BELIEVE SHE'S
TOLD YOU A DAMN THING.

THERE IT IS.

WELL, THE PROBLEM IS

FIONA THINKS YOU DON'T
LIKE HER ENOUGH.

I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

SHE COULDN'T CONFIDE
IN YOU LIKE THAT.

MANHOOD REBELS
IN INFIDELITY.

IT'S ONLY NATURAL.

WELL, I WOULD NOT CONSIDER
FIONA UNFAITHFUL TO ME,

WERE YOU AND SHE TO
TASTE THE LOVE LUNCH.

WHY SHOULD I? HMM?

SHE SAYS SHE
LOVES YOU BEST.

SHE DOESN'T LOVE
ME BEST. SHE COULDN'T.

HUGH, WHY DO
YOU PUT YOURSELF

THROUGH ALL THIS?

WHY NOT JUST LET
LOVE TAKE ITS COURSE?

IT'S THE ONLY THING
TO DO, ISN'T IT?

DO ME A FAVOR.

DON'T TELL HER ABOUT
THIS TALK OF OURS.

FIONA? NO,
OF COURSE NOT.

AND BY THE WAY, I WON'T
TELL CATHERINE EITHER.

OK?

Hugh:
HEY, COME ON!

Catherine:
WHAT'S THE RUSH, HUGH?

Cyril: HE WANTS TO
SHOW US SOMETHING.

OH, GOD.

Fiona: WAIT FOR ME, HUGH.

CAN WE ALL
STICK TOGETHER?

HURRY.

PITY WE CAN'T
ALL SHARE

HUGH'S RATHER
BOYISH ENTHUSIASM

FOR SELF-IMPRISONMENT.
ON WE GO.

I LOVE THESE OLD
MASCULINE PLACES.

YOU KNOW I DO.

LOOK, BURNED!

BURNED CLEAN.

Cyril: NO DEUCE
OF THE GROWING FRUIT,
THAT'S FOR SURE.

Fiona: DON'T BE CRYPTIC,
BABY, PLEASE.

Hugh:
CAN'T EVEN SMELL A FELLA.

NO SMOKE, NO ASHES. NOTHING.

IT'S LIKE THE REFLECTION
OF SOME FIERY NIGHTMARE.

SURE. IF THAT'S
WHAT YOU WANT.

PERSONALLY, I PREFER SOMETHING
A LITTLE MORE THAN WEEDS
AND DISCOLORATION.

HOW 'BOUT YOU, CATHERINE?

OH, CYRIL,
STOP ARGUING.

Cyril:
UPSTAIRS NOW, IS IT?

NO.
THE DUNGEONS.

Hugh: COME ON.

I SMELL PEE.

ME, TOO.

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED THESE
MASCULINE PLACES, FIONA?

IF THERE'S NOTHING DOWN
THERE, WHAT THEN?

OH, IT'S HERE, ALL
RIGHT. I DREAMT IT.

STOP HIM. CAN'T
YOU DO SOMETHING?

IT'S TOO LATE.

BESIDES, HE SEEMS TO
BE ENJOYING HIMSELF.

WHY CAN'T WE ALL
HOLD HANDS?

HUGH, TELL US THE DREAM.

CAN'T WE JUST CLIMB BACK
UP AND GO FOR A SWIM?

DON'T YOU WANT TO GO
SWIMMING WITH ME, BABY?

Catherine:
OF COURSE HE DOES,

BUT HUGH'S NOT ABOUT
TO CHANGE HIS MIND.

HE WILL DENY US
THE SAME WAY HE
DENIES THE CHILDREN.

BUT HUGH, WE CAN'T EVEN HAVE

A LITTLE HUGGING AND KISSING
DOWN THERE. CAN'T YOU SEE?

HE DOESN'T CARE.

[HUGH LAUGHS]

CYRIL, HELP ME.

TELL HUGH I ALWAYS
MEAN WHAT I SAY.

I WISH THEY WOULD WAIT.

I REALLY WISH
THEY WOULD JUST WAIT.

HUGH IS IN A HURRY.

Fiona: OW!

WHAT'S THAT?

Hugh: YOU BETTER COME
DOWN HERE, FELLA,

YOUR WIFE'S IN TROUBLE.

OH, GOD.

FIONA? WHAT HAPPENED?

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

I SLIPPED, BABY.
ME, I FELL.

NOW STAND UP, SEE
IF YOU CAN WALK.

I HOPE YOU'RE
SATISFIED, HUGH,

FIONA MIGHT HAVE
BROKEN HER ANKLE.

SHE JUST SLIPPED.

HERE, COME ON, PUT
THIS SWEATER ON.

WE HAVE TO GO.

SEE IF YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.

THERE'S NO WAY OUT.
WE'RE AT THE BOTTOM.

BURIED, YOU MEAN?
BURIED ALIVE?

HOW'S IT FEEL?

ALL RIGHT.

HERE WE ARE.

COME SEE HOW YOU
LIKE IT, FELLA.

IF I WERE YOU,
I'D LEAVE THAT THING

WHERE I FOUND IT.
THAT'S MY ADVICE.

Catherine: I DON'T WANT
TO KNOW WHAT IT IS.

I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT.

OLD CYRIL KNOWS WHAT
IT IS. DON'T YOU, FELLA?

YES, I DO.

Fiona: TELL US,
BABY. TELL US.

NO, FIONA,
IT'S UP TO HUGH.

DAMN RIGHT IT IS.

LOOK, HUGH, IT'S A BAD
OMEN. LEAVE IT BEHIND.

MY GOD, FELLA, WHERE'S
YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR?

I KNEW IT WAS THERE,
IT HAD TO BE.

OK, SO YOU FOUND IT.
NOW PUT IT BACK.

NOT A CHANCE.
NOT...A...CHANCE.

IS THAT ALL?

DOESN'T LOOK LIKE MUCH.

TAKE A BETTER LOOK. IT
WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND.

OH, NO.

IT LOOKS
LIKE A BELT.

WHAT ARE ALL
THOSE LITTLE TEETH?

YOU PUT IT THERE,
DIDN'T YOU, HUGH?

YOU PLANNED IT!

DON'T BE AFRAID,
PICK IT UP.

SHOW US HOW IT WORKS.

Fiona:
CYRIL, LET'S GO.

THE ONLY TROUBLE IS

WE'VE ONLY ONE
OF THESE THINGS,
INSTEAD OF 2.

SHUT UP, HUGH,
FOR GOD'S SAKE!

OR MAYBE ONE'S ENOUGH.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?

DO YOU WANT ME TO TRY
IT ON FOR YOU, BABY?

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?

Cyril:
BENEATH EVERY FOOTFALL

OF OUR DAILY PROCESSION
THROUGH THE TOWN,

OTHER FOOTSTEPS ECHO.

YOURS, FIONA,
AND HUGH'S AS WELL.

MY HOPE IS THAT THE MANTRA
OF FAMILIAR PLACES

AND MEMORIES WILL
FINALLY DRAW CATHERINE

OUT OF HER MUTE STATE
AND REVIVE HER.

[PLAYING GUITAR]

[SPEAKING IN
ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKING IN
ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

YOU'RE WEARING
YOUR NICE OLD ROBE.

HAVE FUN, BABY.

I COULD STAY HERE
TONIGHT, IF YOU PREFER.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

YOU'RE FEELING
AMOROUS,

AND SHE'S EXPECTING
YOU, I CAN TELL.

THIS BLUE MOOD IS
NOT LIKE YOU, FIONA.

I'LL STAY.

NO, BABY.
GO AHEAD, PLEASE.

ALL RIGHT.

I WON'T BE LONG.

DON'T HURRY, BABY.
I'M GOING TO READ.

LISTEN, IF HUGH
DOES SHOW UP--

HE'S AT THE STUDIO.

I TOLD YOU
I'M GONNA READ.

IT IS NEVER GONNA
HAPPEN, BABY.

I WAS WRONG.

YOU BETTER GO.

COME BACK WHEN YOU WANT.

CATHERINE,
WHAT'S THE MATTER?

WHAT'S HAPPENED,
WHAT'S WRONG?

SOMETHING YOU
WANT ME TO KNOW

BUT YOU DON'T WANT
TO SAY? WHAT IS IT?

FIONA'S NOT HERSELF
TONIGHT.

NEITHER ARE YOU.

I WISH
YOU HADN'T COME.

BUT YOU WERE
EXPECTING ME.

YES, BUT YOU'D
BETTER GO.

IS IT HUGH?

IT'S NOT HUGH.

TELL ME,
WHAT'S HE DONE?

NOTHING.

CATHERINE, PUT YOUR
ARMS ON MY SHOULDERS,

YOUR HANDS IN MY
HAIR, AND KISS ME.

I CAN'T,
I JUST CAN'T.

WELL I'M NOT GOING TO
LEAVE YOU LIKE THIS.
YOU KNOW I'M NOT.

THAT'S WHAT
I WANT YOU TO DO.

JOIN ME, CATHERINE,
YOU MAY AS WELL.

CONFIDE IN ME. WHAT
ELSE CAN YOU DO?

STOP, I WISH YOU'D STOP.

WHAT? NO.

THIS CAN'T BE TRUE.

I DIDN'T
WANT YOU TO KNOW.

OHH!

HOW COULD HE DO THIS?
HOW COULD YOU LET HIM?

HE MADE ME. THAT'S ALL.

ALL NIGHT LONG YOU'VE BEEN
WEARING THIS WRETCHED THING?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

NEVER MIND.

I WON'T BE LONG.

TRUST ME.

HUGH?

HUGH!

IS THAT YOU, FELLA?

YOU KNOW IT IS.

COME ON IN.

I WANT TO TALK
TO YOU.

WHY DON'T YOU SMOKE?
IT'LL BE EASIER.

DID SHE SAY ANYTHING...

OR DID SHE THROW YOU OUT
LIKE I TOLD HER TO?

I GOT YOUR MESSAGE, HUGH,
IF THAT'S WHAT YOU MEAN.

YOU GOT MY MESSAGE.

HA HA HA HA HA!

WELL, IT MUST HAVE COME
AS QUITE A SHOCK.

DON'T YOU KNOW
WHAT YOU'VE DONE?

I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN
SUCKING 2 EGGS AT ONCE.

THAT'S WHAT I KNOW.

BUT IT'S OVER.

IT'S FINISHED.

YOU HAVEN'T FELT THIS WAY
BEFORE. WHY NOW?

I DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE.

CALL ME SLOW, FELLA.

SLOW...

BUT NOW I KNOW.

SO TONIGHT'S YOUR NIGHT.

PLANNED IT ALL
BEFOREHAND, FELLA,

AND YOU FELL
RIGHT INTO IT.

I GUESS YOU JUST
WALKED RIGHT IN THERE

AND TOLD MY WIFE
TO STRIP DOWN AS USUAL,

AND THEN FOUND
THERE'S ONE EASY WAY

TO STOP THAT SORT
OF THING.

I MADE IT PRETTY PLAIN.
THE LID'S ON THE JAR.

IT'S ALL OVER.

HAVE YOU FINISHED?

MY ROOM...

MY BED...

MY WIFE...

WITH THE CHILDREN
IN THE NEXT ROOM,

AND YOU, NAKED, CRAWLING
ALL OVER MY MARRIAGE.

SHE TOOK OFF
HER CLOTHES.

SHE LAY ON HER BACK.

SHE TONGUED YOU.
YOU'VE TONGUED HER

WITH MEREDITH THERE
IN THE NEXT ROOM.

LET ME TELL YOU
SOMETHING, FELLA.

YOU DESERVE THAT BELT,
THE BOTH OF YOU.

AT LEAST IT'S INGENIOUS.

YOU GOTTA ADMIT,
IT'S PRETTY INGENIOUS.

Cyril: HUGH, COME OUT.

HUGH, FOR THE LAST TIME,
COME OUT HERE.

YOU THINK I'M AFRAID
OF LAST RESORTS?

I THOUGHT THAT DAMN THING
WAS GONNA COME APART
IN MY HANDS...

BUT IT FIT.
IT WORKED.

I FOUND MY OWN WAY
TO DEAL WITH THE PROBLEM

AND YOU CAN'T FIGHT IT.

I'M CRAFTY, FELLA,
CRAFTY,

AND THAT DAMN BELT'S
A WORK OF ART.

IF CATHERINE AND FIONA
COULD SEE US NOW,

WHAT WOULD THEY THINK, HMM?
HOW SHOULD THEY FEEL?

HOW SHOULD THEY FEEL?

WHAT ABOUT ME?
I'M THE VICTIM.

YOU
THE VICTIM?

WHO'S THE CULPRIT?

ME? CATHERINE? FIONA?

YOU'RE TO BLAME.
BY GOD, YOU'RE TO BLAME.

OH, NO, I'M NOT.

SINCE CATHERINE ISN'T USING ME
TO REVENGE HERSELF ON YOU,

AND SINCE I'M NOT
HAVING SEX WITH CATHERINE

FOR MALICIOUS REASONS
OF MY OWN, YOUR DEFEAT,

CHAGRIN, ANTAGONISM,
WHATEVER IT IS YOU FEEL

IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY
AND NOT MINE.

ANGUISH!

JUST ANGUISH,
THAT'S WHAT I FEEL:

THE POINT OF THE PIKE
IN THE SCROTUM.

YOU JUST NEED A LITTLE
REASSURANCE, HUGH. THAT'S ALL.

TAKE MY WIFE
AND GIVE ME REASSURANCE?

YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE,
JUST LET YOU HAVE HER,

BE GONE WITH THE DAWN,
JUST DISAPPEAR.

THAT WOULD SUIT YOU,
WOULDN'T IT?

NO. NO, IT WOULDN'T.

IF YOU LEAVE NOW, YOU'D
BE DESERTING CATHERINE.

THE CHILDREN WOULD SUFFER.

FIONA WOULD JUST SEND ME OUT
TO BRING YOU BACK.

THAT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA.

SO I DON'T COUNT,
DON'T COUNT AT ALL?

NO, HUGH,
I'M NOT SAYING THAT.

LET'S LOOK
AT THE OTHER OPTIONS.

THE BELT.

THAT'S AN OPTION.

CHOOSE THE BELT,

AND YOUR OWN SEX LIFE
WOULD BE DESTROYED.

CATHERINE WOULD DESPISE YOU.

THE CHILDREN WOULD SIDE
WITH THEIR MOTHER.

THEY ALWAYS DO.

YOU'D BE HATED AND ISOLATED
BY THEM ALL.

FIONA WOULDN'T BE ABLE
TO BEAR THE SIGHT OF YOU,

AND ALL BECAUSE YOU CAN'T
CONDONE CATHERINE AND ME?

YOU'VE GOT YOUR MANHOOD.

LET ME HAVE MINE.

MANHOOD? ALL RIGHT,
LET'S TALK ABOUT MANHOOD.

DO YOU THINK I TREAT FIONA
THE WAY YOU'RE TREATING
CATHERINE?

WHAT DOES CATHERINE
SEE IN YOU ANYWAY?

WHAT DOES FIONA
SEE IN YOU?

GOD KNOWS.

I'M NOT WORTH IT, FELLA,
NOT WORTH IT.

WELL, FIONA FEELS
OTHERWISE. THAT'S ALL.

MAYBE I'M TOO IDEALISTIC.

FIONA'S IDEALISTIC, TOO.

SHE'S JUST AS IDEALISTIC
AS YOU ARE.

BUT HER IDEALISM
IS NOT PROHIBITIVE.

IT DOESN'T PRECLUDE
SEXUAL AFFECTION.

IT BEGINS WITH IT.

THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE.

EVERYTHING FIONA FEELS
FOR YOU IS GENUINE.

SHE HAS A LOT MORE
TO REGRET THAN YOU DO.

I'M DEPRIVING MYSELF

OF THE WIFE OF A MAN
WHO'S ALREADY TAKEN MINE.

THAT'S PLENTY
TO REGRET. PLENTY.

IF YOU CAN BENEFIT
FROM THIS DISCUSSION,

ALL 4 OF US
WILL BE BETTER OFF.

I WON'T DENY THAT.
ON THE OTHER HAND,

IF YOU CAN'T LEARN
ANYTHING FROM THIS,

THEN, NATURALLY,
YOUR DISSATISFACTION'S

GONNA RUB OFF
ON THE REST OF US,

AND I WON'T DENY THAT,
EITHER.

HARMONY IS SOMETHING
ALL 4 OF US CAN ENJOY.

NOW, I'D LIKE TO
SEE FIONA HAPPY,

BUT THAT'S YOUR AFFAIR.

CATHERINE'S FONDNESS
FOR ME IS HERS.

IT CAN'T BE CHANGED.

THERE'S ALWAYS THE BELT.

THERE'S ALWAYS
THAT DAMN CHASTITY BELT.

YOU DON'T WORRY
ABOUT THE BELT.

I'LL DEAL WITH THAT.

IS THERE ANYTHING

YOU WANT ME TO SAY
TO CATHERINE?

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

WITH HUGH.

OH...

HE HATES THE WHOLE THING.

I TALKED TO HIM.
IT'S NOT SO BAD.

WE CAN'T GO ON.

HE'S COMING AROUND.

HE'S PROBABLY
WITH FIONA RIGHT NOW.

I'VE HURT HUGH
AS MUCH AS HE'S HURT ME.

I CAN'T FACE IT ANY LONGER.

YOU CAN FORGIVE HUGH
FOR WHAT HE DID TONIGHT,

AND SO CAN I.

IT'S OVER.

THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY.

CATHERINE, YOU KNOW
WHY I SPOKE TO HUGH,

AND YOU KNOW
WHY I'M HERE.

DON'T TOUCH ME.
DON'T ASK ME TO MOVE.

CATHERINE,
I WANT YOU TO STAND UP.

HUGH MADE ME PUT THIS ON.

HE'LL HAVE TO TELL ME
TO TAKE IT OFF.

I'M SPEAKING FOR HUGH,

FOR HIS GOOD
AND YOURS AND MINE.

NOW, PLEASE...

STAND UP.

YOU'LL FEEL BETTER.

COME ON.

OK.

STAND STILL.

JUST AMAZING.

THAT'S ONE.

[RELEASES BELT]

[SIGHS]

THERE.

DO YOU STILL
WANT ME TO LEAVE?

IT'S UP TO YOU.

KISS ME, CYRIL.

KISS ME.

[SLAMS DOWN PLATE]

I MISS THEM.

I MISS ROSELLA'S LOVERS.

THEY DON'T COME ANYMORE.

THEY'VE GIVEN UP,
I SUPPOSE.

FIONA WOULD NEVER
HAVE LET THEM GO.

OF COURSE ROSELLA
HAD TO LET THEM GO.

SHE'S ALREADY SPOKEN FOR.

ROSELLA WAS HUGH'S
LAST PEASANT NUDE.

HE NEVER LAID A FINGER
ON HER.

HE DIDN'T NEED TO.

HE HAD HIS PHOTOGRAPHS...

HIS ART.

CATHERINE, DID YOU KNOW
ABOUT HUGH,

ABOUT WHAT HE WAS DOING?
DID YOU--

DON'T ASK. I DON'T KNOW.

WHY DIDN'T YOU
SAY SOMETHING?

HMM?

CATHERINE,
IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT.

IF IT WAS ANYBODY'S,
IT WAS MINE.

BUT THEN REALLY
IT WASN'T MINE, EITHER.

HUGH'S AGONY HAD NOTHING
TO DO WITH ANY OF US.

WHAT HE WAS DOING
IN HIS STUDIO

WAS A PRIVATE THING,
PRIVATE PERVERSION.

BUT HE WON IN THE END,
DIDN'T HE?

NO. NO, HE DIDN'T.

HE POISONED ALL OF US...

BUT WE WILL RECOVER.

I MISS MY CHILDREN.

OH...

THE CHILDREN
WILL BE AWAKE SOON.

I'LL LEAVE NOW.

YES. YOU SHOULD.

Hugh: OH, JESUS.

TO US...

TO ALL OF US.

Cyril: TO US.

SPEECH, BABY.

SPEECH.

SPEAK TO US, CYRIL.

YOU ARE THE SEX SINGER,
VOICE TO US ALL.

WELL, THERE'S
ALWAYS MONOGAMY.

OH! WHAT
AN UGLY WORD.

WE CAN TRUST CYRIL,
CATHERINE.

WE CAN TRUST OURSELVES.

TALK ON, CYRIL.

THE ONLY REAL ENEMY
TO THE MATURE MARRIAGE

IS MONOGAMY.

ANYTHING LESS
THAN SEXUAL MULTIPLICITY

IS NAIVE.

WHAT ARE WE IF NOT SEXUAL
IDLERS IN A VAST WOOD.

WHAT IS MARRIAGE

IF NOT THAT WOOD
IN WHICH WE WANDER?

THE CYNICS ARE
AGAINST US, CYRIL.

YOU KNOW THAT.

NONE OF THEM
HAS TASTED THE LOVE LUNCH.

NONE OF THEM KNOWS ANYTHING
ABOUT THE SEXUAL PROPERTIES

OF OUR GOLDEN WHEELS
OF RIPE CHEESE.

OLD DETRACTORS SHOULD
CURB THEIR JUDGMENTS

OF A MAN WHO KNOWS
WHAT HE'S TALKING ABOUT.

TO YOUNG DETRACTORS,
I WILL SAY ONLY THIS...

IF ORGASM IS THE PIT
OF THE FRUIT,

THEN LYRICISM IS ITS FLESH.

MARRIAGE IS THE FOLD

THAT GATHERS
IN ALL LOVERS,

NAKED AND ALONE.

OH, THAT'S BEAUTIFUL,
BABY. IT REALLY IS.

[CYRIL LAUGHS]

CATHERINE?!

CATHERINE,
LOOK WHAT I'VE GOT.

ARE YOU READY TO SEE
THEM YET, CATHERINE?

MMM...I DON'T KNOW.

I WANT TO SEE THEM
SO BADLY, BUT I--

I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN YET.

SOON.

CYRIL.

HMM?

HE'S NOT THERE.

WHAT?

I MEAN IT, BABY.
HE'S GONE.

CATHERINE, TOO?

NO. SHE'S STILL ASLEEP,
BUT HE'S NOT WITH HER.

HE'S NOT THERE.
HE'S JUST NOT THERE.

LOOK AROUND.
HE CAN'T BE FAR.

BUT I ALREADY LOOKED
FOR HIM...EVERYWHERE.

CYRIL, I KNOW
SOMETHING'S WRONG.

HOW DO YOU KNOW
SOMETHING'S WRONG?

OH, I JUST KNOW--
PREMONITION. I KNOW.

COME BACK TO BED
FOR A WHILE. COME ON.

ALL RIGHT, BABY.
I'LL GO ALONE.

FIONA!

FIONA, WAIT!

[NEIGHING]

HUGH!
FIONA!

FIONA, I THINK
YOU SHOULD WAIT.

I'M HERE!

OHH!

OH, HUGH!

HELP ME, CYRIL!

OH, HUGH.

LIFT HIS HEAD UP,
LIFT HIS HEAD UP!

I...

GET IT OFF!

AH!

IT'S NO GOOD.

OH, DID--

DID YOU KNOW
HE WAS DOING THIS?

DID YOU--
DID YOU HAVE ANY IDEA?

NO, I DIDN'T.

IF I HAD,
I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU.

OH, THIS IS
WHAT HE WAS DOING

WHEN HE CAME HERE ALONE
AT NIGHT HERE,

HERE IN THIS ROOM
WITH A NOOSE

AND THEN PHOTOGRAPHS

OF THESE
POOR PEASANT GIRLS?

OH, MY GOD,
WAS THIS WHAT HE WANTED,

ORGASM WITH A NOOSE
AND A PHOTOGRAPH?

I THOUGHT WE
WERE IN ILLYRIA, BABY.

I GUESS I WAS WRONG.

WELL, WE ARE IN ILLYRIA.

CYRIL, I THINK...

I'M GOING TO GO
TO CATHERINE.

YOU DO THE REST.

CATHERINE!

[SOBBING]

MOMMY...

MOMMY.

MOMMY, IT'S ME.

[SOBBING]

THEY'RE ASLEEP.

WE BOTH KNOW
WHAT WE MUST DO.

I'LL TAKE THEM HOME,

AND WHEN SHE'S BETTER,
I'LL BRING THEM BACK.

HOME? YOU
WANT TO GO HOME?

CYRIL, WE HAVE NO CHOICE.

THIS PLACE IS POISON
FOR THEM.

OBVIOUSLY, CATHERINE
CAN'T LOOK AFTER THEM,

SO WHO ELSE
IS THERE BUT ME?

I HAVE TO GO.

YOU KNOW THAT.

IT WON'T BE FOREVER, BABY.

YOU'LL TELL HER THAT
WHEN SHE'S READY.

I'LL TELL HER.

FIONA, I DON'T
WANT YOU GO TO.

I MUST FOR CATHERINE'S SAKE.

DO YOU THINK SHE'LL
BLAME US FOR HUGH?

I'LL EXPLAIN.

HOW?

I DON'T KNOW
WHICH IS WORSE:

A SUICIDE OR AN ACCIDENT
OF HUGH'S SORT.

SHE WILL THINK
WE'RE RESPONSIBLE.

SHE'LL HATE US.

NO, SHE WON'T.

WHAT WILL YOU TELL HER?

I'LL TELL HER THE TRUTH:

THAT ALTHOUGH HUGH WAS
FINALLY ABLE TO JOIN US,

HE COULDN'T RESIST
HIS SECRET PLEASURES.

FIONA, IT COULD HAVE
HAPPENED AT ANY TIME:

BEFORE WE MET THEM,

DURING
OUR TIME TOGETHER,

EVEN AFTER WE'D
GONE OUR SEPARATE WAYS.

POOR CATHERINE.

BE GOOD TO HER, BABY.

BE GOOD TO HER.

AS GOOD AS
I'VE BEEN TO YOU,

IS THAT ENOUGH?

DON'T BOTHER BEING
A HUSBAND, BABY.

BE A SEX SINGER.

OH.

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID THAT?

I REMEMBER.

[SINGING IN LATIN]

[SPEAKING IN
ILLYRIAN LANGUAGE]

[APPLAUSE]

TAKE A GLASS.

HE JUST WANTS YOU
TO TOAST HIS BOAT.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

AHH!

[APPLAUSE]

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

[CHEERING]

WHAT DOES THIS
REMIND YOU OF?

I'M NOT SURE. TELL ME.

HOW ABOUT THE DAY WE MET?

DOES IT REMIND YOU
OF A WEDDING?

A BIRTH'S MORE LIKE IT.

SAME THING.

IT'S THE SAME THING.

Cyril: ONE DAY SOON...

CATHERINE AND I WILL
WALK INTO THE TOWN

TO MEET YOU AND THE CHILDREN
OFF THE BUS.

AT LONG LAST, FIONA, WE WILL
RESUME OUR ILLYRIAN DREAM:

YOU, ME, CATHERINE,

AND WHOEVER ELSE
WANTS TO JOIN US.

THE SUN IS AN ORANGE DISK
UPON THE SEA.

OUR NIGHTS ARE COOL.

IN ILLYRIA,
THERE ARE NO SEASONS.