All language subtitles for 1999 - 8 ½ Women

To get you on a slow boat to China

or to myself alone.

Get you and keep you in my arms

evermore.

Leave all your lovin'.

We agree to discharge your debts in
return for your Japanese assets.

Really think?

No. Insurance companies?

No. Gambling powers?

No, no, no.

He said that the Galbally parlours
belonged to his mother and that she

very angry to see them sold.

Then I think you have a choice. Please,
your mother, or face criminal charges.

For two men of honour, there is no
choice. Then he may go to jail, but

sign here.

Melt in your heart of stone.

That was physical.

I haven't had a physical confrontation
like that since I was your age, Dory.

His mother is very angry.

Well, his mother packs a powerful punch.

I'd love to get you on a slow boat to
China.

It's a contract with blood on it.

My blood. Let me get a new copy. No, no,
no, no. I like the drama and I sort of

respect the gesture. I hope you would
punch a foreigner who bought your

property story.

Perhaps I would check if he would punch
me back.

You might spell alone.

Well, the spilt blood might help to
remove his shame.

You should now make the three monkeys.

What? You should remove the three
monkeys every time you make a deal.

Particle parlors are not smarty. They
are big business.

And you're deeply offended, His Honor.

You were rude.

I wasn't rude.

On whose side are you on?

You should sell them quickly.

No. If they can arouse such passion,
keep them.

I do not think, Mr. Story, that that is
wise.

And I have your best interest at heart.

They're not mine.

They have my blood on them.

Well, we'll keep them for a year.

Fresh assessment next April.

Though you must manage them, Story.

Maybe by next year they'll have your
blood on them.

Air, chin, time one, time two. Prick,
foot, hand, and golf.

The luck

of a man without a woman.

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy
dog.

PING! PING! PING! PING!

PING!

The luck of a woman with a man.

It's me.

What are you doing in Geneva? You're
supposed to be here tomorrow.

Dad, are you still there?

Don't want to call you back.

It's your mother.

Well, how has she put her on?

She's not well.

What's the matter?

She's very ill.

In fact, she's so ill, she's not moving
anymore.

What are you talking about?

She's not breathing anymore.

She's not living anymore.

In fact, she's dead.

What?

I can't talk anymore just now.

Hey, wait, that... When you've thought
about it, the story will ring me in ten

minutes, five minutes.

Benedictus, Benedicta, Venetian,
Christian, Dominic,

Nostrum, Adem Phoniton.

with my wife in this bed.

You make it sound as though you never
got her.

I like sleeping.

You were conceived in this bed.

You weren't asleep then.

No, but I have a feeling your mother
was.

Read to me.

Your mother did.

Well, what shall I read?

Something grand and significant.

The Constitution of America?

No.

Your mother was an American and she
never needed it.

The Lord's Prayer?

No, I never needed that either.

Something in Latin.

You don't understand Latin.

Benedictus, benedicap, benation,
Christian dominum nostrum, amen.

You see?

Mangled rubbish.

I love Latin.

But for some reason, I was very bad at
it.

Shamefully and blushingly bad at it. You
were bad at maths.

No, that was different.

In moments of stress, the embarrassment
of how bad I was at Latin really hit me.

It's like being laughed at by somebody
you desperately loved.

Where are you going?

Maybe I want to see that maid Flottilde
again with a coffee pot, or maybe I wish

I wanted to see her.

How come that she can be alive, pouring
coffee, and not your mother?

You aren't gay, are you? No.

Well, I like my own cock well enough,
but I've never been able to work up much

enthusiasm for anyone else's.

God, you've had all this redecorated.

It was your mother's idea and she was
sprinkling.

Don't change the subject.

How come you haven't got plans to marry?

Perhaps because I'm too much in love
with my own prick to share it

It's probably your fault.

My fault?

Ever since I was eight.

And you put that full -length mirror in
my wardrobe door.

And I wanted to be double -jointed so I
could kick my cock goodnight before I

went to sleep.

All this narcissism is rather boring,
isn't it?

Find yourself a woman.

Get someone else to kiss your cock for
you.

Let's go to a hotel.

No.

It's too far away from her and she might
want me.

How's that possible?

I might want her.

You've never slept with a corpse, I take
it.

I'd like...

To get you on a slow boat to China

or to myself alone.

Get you and keep you in my arms

evermore.

Leave all your lovers.

Weeping on a faraway shore.

to drive and was fattening up, and I'd
just met your mother. What's that noise?

It's an owl.

Sounds like your mother singing in the
loo.

She sang to let you know she was in
there.

It's a funny thing to do, don't you
think? I mean, if you were oversensitive

about bodily functions, you'd have
thought she'd have kept very quiet about

wouldn't you?

You make me feel guilty.

Why?

You should have had brothers and sisters
and you could have discussed sex with

them.

But you're my father.

Why can't I discuss sex with you? Your
interest in sex got me here.

Why do you keep saying things like that?

I'm bonding.

Did you ever do it in the back of a
Rolls?

Shut up.

I don't want to think about sex.

We've all wasted empty bedrooms. We've
all set up with beds and bathrooms.

We've had hotels up.

We used to be people here and I've been
someone when I was a child.

We should just build the rooms up again.

What the hell would a court do?

You know, you're my nearest surviving
relative.

I'll always be nearer you than your
wife.

Shh.

She'll hear us.

She didn't like to be discussed.

So this is the infamous mirror that saw
so much of my son's nakedness.

You're a great deal fresher than me when
I was your age. Where do you get it

from?

Certainly not your mother.

You're a nice backside.

I can click on it.

You could play that.

You look a stranger to me naked.

It works both ways.

Get out of bed.

I want to see what I'll look like when
I'm 57.

55, and there's a corpse in the house.

She's not a corpse. She's my mother.

Well, I don't know what to say, really,
except you look immortal and I look

bereft.

There's only one pair.

You can have the trousers.

Oh, my God.

My God, my God, Dory.

Who is ever going to hold me closely
again?

You're a rich man.

I could think of hundreds.

Money? That's no good.

There's no good at all. How can you say
that?

Who is going to hold me and love me?

For me, for my body as it is now.

For me as I am now, like she did.

I thought you said she was very passive
in bed.

Do you know?

You've got too many clothes on.

I've never slept naked.

I hate the johns.

I didn't know you could do this.

You can do anything.

Besides, you're my father.

And you're very, very, very unhappy.

Lift your arm and lie on your back.

I'm unhappy too.

Sort of.

Not as unhappy as you are, of course.

We'll just have to sort it all out.

Be patient.

Breathe properly.

Remember, I'm your nearest relative.

And besides, we couldn't make babies
even if we tried.

I want to wear white to leave this
funeral.

She didn't like black.

can't. They won't like it. It's a
reputable cemetery.

I have been contributing to this town
for 35 years. I am a respectable Genevan

citizen. They can honour my wife through
me with this little request.

Okay. So, let's do this.

Obviously, the underwear must go too. If
you insist on black, let's bloody well

go through with it. So, who's waiting?
Wearing black underwear?

Do I go to my wife's funeral naked?

She never once in her whole lifetime saw
me completely naked. Well, now's a

chance, eh?

Father, don't be so bloody stupid.
Nobody's going to see her underwear.

Everybody's probably wearing white
underwear anyway. But you idiot, that is

the point. Just to show you how bloody
stupid all this etiquette is. You want

in black? Okay, okay, okay.

So I'll wear black.

Don't make such a fuss, Philip.

I'm wearing a black T -shirt. Okay, get
it off.

I've got black underwear on.

Is that usual for a man in your age?

Well, it looks like swim trunks. I can
go swimming in the lake afterward.

What was immediately you, an excuse for
a quick dip?

Charlie, lend me a suit.

Go and sit in the car.

Come on, hurry up.

Lean on this morning. Oh, don't worry.
You'll get them back, and they'll be

washed and pressed. Sixty francs for
your shirt.

What? Eighty francs. No. One hundred
francs.

No, it's... Come on. Okay, 150 francs.
God, whoever paid that for a black

It's a collector's item.

It bloody is now.

Benedictus, Benedicta, Venetian,
Christian, Dominum Nostrum, Amen.

You know, to make his rigid, tedious,
boring painting seem at least a little

human, the Mondrian enthusiasts keep
insisting that Mondrian was a great

dancer.

Art is supposed to help in times of
crisis.

I'm sure that food, alcohol, and sex are
a better distraction.

Food only makes me rich.

Alcohol only makes me scared.

And sex?

Your mother's dead.

And with her, everything that's
compatible with my trick.

What an extraordinary thing to say.

Well, it's true. I know I'm a prude, but
I'm also a good dancer.

I saw a man who danced with his wife in
Chicago.

Or I used to be.

I used to have a wife.

I'm taking you to the cinema.

I never go to the cinema. A great
escapist medium.

I can't stand sitting in the dark with
strangers. Harmless. All of us obliged

share the same emotional experiences.
It's too intimate. Two hours to forget

from this. I like to be emotional in
private.

I haven't noticed.

You know, Story, I haven't been truthful
with you when I was a young man. Well,

this is going to shock you.

I, too, often wanted to sleep with my
father.

Is that strange?

The other night, it was, on my part, an
unpremeditated act. I was hoping to

console you.

I thought I did.

At least I distracted you.

You've heard of young men wishing to
sleep with their mothers, but...

Not with a father, surely, when there's
a name for sleeping with your mother,

but not with your father. Shut up,
father. Not now.

Don't call me father.

It was like a large pillow for my
father. He took me swimming in the lake

practically every day in the summer. I
watched him closely. A large man with a

large cock.

Big, purple.

Rubbery. My mother must have been
delighted she'd had two husbands

the servants came down to watch.

I was pleased that they looked, because
after all, that's where I came from.

You see, you too are interested in
sexual continuity.

Oh, I remember I was only ten, perhaps
thirteen.

Contemplating my father's prick.

I often think that that's what got me
interested in engineering.

What?

Watching his Eiffel Tower, his Empire
State Building, perhaps made me a good

engineer. Shut up, Fulham. Watch the
film. The piece, if you think about it,

the most enterprising engineering feat
imaginable.

Hydraulics, compression, propulsion.

Heat -sensitive. Practically every
engineering characteristic.

Towers, drawbridges, rocket ships. No
man -made engineering structure to match

it. My father's involuntary anatomy
instructed my career prospects. Do I

that much influence on your career?

What's the matter?

You must excuse me.

I was disturbed by your frankness. You
were obviously on a voyage of discovery.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Talking sex again.

And what else is there to talk about?

Well, give me another subject.

Death?

Death? That is not a decent subject
matter to discuss.

Shh.

Watch the film.

Money. Money is not interesting.

Too easy to get hold of. Too many stupid
people have it. Money can easily be

buried in the other tomb.

Buried?

I don't want to talk about money.
Burials.

Shh.

Why do you think Fellini kept inventing
all these exciting women?

Do you think he loved them all?

Did he sleep with them all?

Did he sleep with any of them?

Or did he get Mastroianni to do it for
him?

Dad, I have to go back to Kyoto.

I need you here.

Well, why don't you come with me?

Change of place would do you good.

I'll see.

How many film directors make films to
satisfy their sexual

fantasies?

I would imagine most of them.

If you don't come to Kyoto this week,
come for your birthday.

Those women, all nationalities.

Every shape and size, every age.

He was just an old Italian pimp.

We know how lecherous the Italians are
supposed to be.

But it's probably an undeserved
reputation.

What's going on?

This woman has been caught stealing.

Then call the police.

The father won't do it.

He says it is a family matter.

You've run a temptation shop.

He's very angry. She's sold his car and
the mortgage to his house.

To play your machines.

How could she have done that?

She forged his signature.

Whose signature?

The brothers and the fathers and now the
fiancée. This place is a trap for weak

-minded women with nothing better to do.

They want to beat her.

And they want you to pay them.

She's very simple -minded.

Ask her why on earth she does it.

She's stupid.

What did I tell you? Tell her she's
beautiful.

You're beautiful.

She says you must to give her credit.
No.

You'll end up in jail when they don't
have these machines in jail.

They do.

They do? The jailers take credit for
sex.

Then maybe I should do the same.

Ask her if she'll sleep with me, then
I'll give her credit.

She agrees.

You didn't ask her.

She'll accept.

Wouldn't that disgrace her more than
stealing?

Not necessarily.

You see, her family suggested it.

They what?

What about her fiancé?

Buy him a car, and he'll forget her.

What am I getting into here? You make it
sound all sewn up.

She says she's staying the night.

Unless you want to hear she's been
beaten, and your pachinko parlor will be

responsible. You might lose your
license, and it might affect your...

Other premises.

Where's she going?

I told her you live upstairs.

Jesus. It's an unrecognizable blast for
me in Japan.

Do you need an interpreter in the
bedroom?

No, thank you.

Not unless you'd like to participate.

If it helps to get rid of her.

God, I always thought the Japanese had
an overdeveloped sense of shame.

Only from our point of view, not yours.

And you are a foreigner, so in this
case, shame doesn't enter into it unless

want it to.

Eh!

Peter,

what is she saying? She says she doesn't
use contraceptives. Send her away.

She's a lesbian.

What? You speak... I am not a lesbian.

Of course, I speak English.

But you whispered.

It's an old routine.

I've known her too long.

She's always been a misery.

Kiss me.

I can't believe she's a female.

She is a man.

She couldn't hide it, at least.

How would she know whether... Training,
observation, fulfilling all the female

stereotypes invented by men.

You're too cynical.

Can she be your marriage?

Possibly. Though you'd never see his
wife.

He wouldn't much either. Work and
rehearsal.

Dedication.

Are you all right?

I don't know.

What'd she say?

She says impossible.

What's impossible?

She says she wants to be a female
impersonator.

Whatever for?

She wants

to be more female than she is.

Is she female enough?

She has to act. She is.

Tell her she's beautiful.

Tell her. Is it always the way you start
a courtship? It's the truth.

Keto said you were interested in her
body.

Watch out, Keto.

What are we paying you?

Watch our story.

I am jealous.

You have no right to be jealous of a
woman who wants to be more of a woman by

watching a man dressed up as a woman.

Complicated, eh?

What we need now is an earthquake to
clear the air.

My God!

How the hell did you do that?

Coincidence. But you bring bad luck.

Call up an earthquake and he will follow
you all the days of your life.

Teach me all about Kabuki.

And I, we, will help you become more
like him.

Her.

To be more female than you think you
are.

Watch out, Kabuki lover. You are in for
some sexual experiment. Shut up, Simito.

What are we watching but sexual
experiments?

My feet ache.

I'm not used to so much walking.

Do I have to walk anymore?

What are you doing?

Doing? I'm not doing anything. I'm
watering my coffee. I can't make it

worse than it does.

You can't sit there being miserable.
Well, I can't walk anymore. I've seen

many shrines, and they're no comfort
because they're not my religion. Oh,

Father, why don't you go and lie down?

You're using the word God an awful lot
these days. Is it significant for you? I

hoped it was going to be significant for
me, but alas, no. For me, it is only

etymologically interesting as dog
backwards.

Dad, stop being petulant.

Come, Mr. Emmerford.

TV. I don't watch it in Europe.

Why should I not watch it here?

I didn't know you could do it like that,
but outside of novels and Swedish

cinema. Oh, God, Dad, where have you
been all these years?

With your mother.

She was passionate enough, but I assume
I perhaps seemed a little unadventurous.

Well, I bet it was your fault.

You were probably very lazy.

Come to think of it, perhaps with your
mother I was too easily satisfied. I

some help, do you think?

Read training? Is that what you're
doing? Is that the Japanese custom?

Do you have to be Japanese?

Excuse me, Sonata.

How on earth could you believe that?

I gave it a great deal of thought.

It sort of excited me, but anatomically
I was worried.

Well, I think we're just going to have
to put you out of your racist misery.

She really... Japanese.

And there are some 100 million Japanese
women who are no longer Japanese because

they're... Shh! I don't want your
mother's prejudices broadcast around.

But I am delighted to find that your
mother was... Oh, God, I'm going to be

sick.

That's not very complimentary.

Show your girlfriend's private parts and
you rush off to be sick.

Oh, I'm sorry. I was suddenly filled
with such...

tense and desperate longing that all my
insides heaved. Do you know, I'm amazed

in a way to think that you can never be
sick with greed. Perhaps it was too much

in -flight alcohol.

That was four days ago.

Low stomach.

It's the best, yeah?

How can this be better?

It's not as known around.

Drink's empty.

Can't see much damage.

So long as there's always a battle
rolled amongst the mountains down to the

winter sea.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

Nebuchadnezzar ate grass.

Smells like teen spirit.

Oh, you're no catchy.

Come and have a go if you think you're
hard enough.

Get into bed.

Earthquake success.

Success?

I survived my third earthquake.

Why do you think they're yours
exclusively?

You, Father, have a lot to learn.

We must make the Earth shake and quake
for you.

Have you shaved?

I don't need to shave.

The skin is very delicate.

Well, my beard has hardly grown since
your mother died.

Okay, we'll show you what to do.

What do you mean?

Could I have the light less bright, do
you think?

Let's lose those slippery sheets. No,
let's not. Suppose there's another

earthquake, we'd be exposed.

With the experiences you're about to
have, you're not supposed to know the

difference.

How can we do it again?

Find your own woman.

It was a special earthquake anniversary.

I got carried away.

Simito got carried away.

Don't earthquakes make you feel very
excited indeed?

No, emphatically not. The ultimate
chance event.

In this country, you know they're
coming. But nobody, absolutely nobody,

expert, no geologist, no public
relationsman, no politician knows when.

No predictions.

No giveable odds.

Amazing.

And besides, what about Mother?

Yes.

Well, that's a very brief answer for
you.

Just what are you doing?

Story? You said you wanted to educate
me.

giving me the most delightful presents,
and you take them away.

Think of all those empty bedrooms you've
got in Geneva, and you once carelessly

mention concubines.

I suspect there are quite a few Japanese
ladies who would like to come to

Europe.

But what would your mother think?

Don't tell her.

I want somebody warm, with a good body
temperature.

Did you know that male temperatures are
higher than female temperatures?

No cold feet.

Literally, or metaphorically.

There's a woman in the ocean fire
insurance office company I've always

intrigued about.

She has a great deal of clout, though
I'm certain she's not Scottish.

I'm sure she's Norwegian.

Do you know any Norse?

Most Scandinavians speak very good
English.

Lord's probably disappeared over a
thousand years ago.

Look, we're under surveillance.

Do I look guilty of anything?

This Norwegian Scottish woman was under
surveillance for embezzlement.

Theresa's her name, or Griselda.

If it wasn't Griselda, it ought to have
been.

She was good.

Fine fingers.

One day she put a poultice on my
forehead and my feet in a basin of cold

with thought. I wasn't feeling at all
well.

And then she made me a complicated drink
and sent me to sleep at my desk. Was

this nearly solicitous, do you think, or
was she trying to get at the safe?

She was charged and I think indicted.

I must see what I can do.

You must help me there, Mr. Expert.

Do you think I ever get to see an in
-flight Pellini movie?

I would be curious about one of those
Jane Austen women, you know?

Long -suffering, dutiful, but all right
in the end. A plump.

19th century type, five foot four,
ringlets, brown eyes, long fingers.

Raw sex is the last thing you're going
to encounter in a Jane Austen woman.

Rubbish. It's no rubbish.

A long white dress that starts under the
breast and travels on interminably

down, so the legs are entirely
mysterious, which you could have one leg

inside that dress. A Jane Austen woman
could be incredibly passionate inside

that dress. And you would never know if
she had feet.

which you could not say about Mio.

Mio, this could be your room.

You have a view of the garden and the
moat.

You will feel very comfortable.

The rising sun shines directly through
the window.

Dickens.

Gardner, a Dickens heroine would never
let you see her sitting on the roof. I

think a Jane Austen heroine just might.
She could end up like a Thomas Hardy

woman. Victims start bad, and it's much
worse.

Lots of tears.

Clotilde, can we go to room four and ask
Neo to get undressed and take a bath?

I don't speak the language, Mr. Aventor.

Neither do we.

I must get Keto to come over. No, we
mustn't. She'll have us all audited.

Thomas Hardy was interested in selling
women.

That's auditing for you. The ultimate
audit.

Selling your wife.

I found out her name.

Zuntia.

Such a modern name. It sounds Romanian.

Sounds like someone who's had a sex
change.

She's a retired nun.

Retired?

How on earth could she be retired?

Bound to enjoy scrubbing. Look at her
hands.

Must be allowed to scrub a great deal.

This is like all those nun paintings.

Starch, linen, plucked, browns. Sharp
pins and pink flesh and

the wet eyes in the bosom of glance.

And modesty that conceals a body that
still has breath and two big hair.

The contrast, so exciting.

Oh, she's certainly a bedmaker.

Clean sheets, flying in the air in the
sunlight.

She'd be an angel making a bed forever.

She owes the bank £140 ,000.

How do you know? Oh, come on, how does a
bank manager know secrets?

Let's tempt her.

Offer her a loan.

High interest.

See how she reacts.

And then more.

Make sure she doubles the debt.

And then offer her a way out.

Whiter.

Much whiter.

Like milk.

Or snow.

And make her lips very, very small.

So small I couldn't even get my little
finger between them.

Are you doing this correctly, do you
think?

She'll be painting her entire body
white, do you think?

God, let's do it anyway.

No. Not here.

It's most out of place.

I tell you what.

Take it to bedroom one.

No. Six.

In preparation.

A token.

You must find somewhere to fit it.

Stand it at the end of the bed and
surround it in flowers.

Poppies.

Renoir flowers.

Are puppies in season?

No, Mr. Emmental.

What are Renoir's films like?

He was the director who said, every man
has his reasons.

Do we have reasons?

No.

You just have lust.

Beautiful. It smells of canaries.

Lapsang Souchong. The smell of my watch
strap after a game of squash.

Mice. Horsehair cushions.

Brown sugar just unwrapped out of a damp
paper bag.

Burnt eggs.

No orgy story. I get sexual indigestion.
I can't stand more than one naked woman

at a time.

Reminds me of a pig farm or a cattle
market or one of those terrible

concentration camps.

Good Lord, look at that. Could you
believe it? In the 1990s.

What's her name?

Casper. Casper?

Oh, no, sorry, that's the name of the
horse.

Is he all right?

What is the name of your horse doing on
your hospital charge sheet?

He's not my horse.

He's not your horse.

Then whose horse is it?

I'll call him.

Stole him?

Hey, why don't you come and convalesce
with us?

We could provide you with a new horse, a
physiotherapist. You could do therapy

in our pool.

The horse could do therapy in our pool.

Where are you going?

To buy some flowers.

Flowers aren't going to help. Yes, they
are.

Clotilde says flowers always help.

Good evening.

Beautiful.

Excuse me?

You are looking so beautiful.

Thank you.

Pregnancy makes you beautiful.

Don't you think?

You know, wake up. Having babies.

This is the sixth.

The sixth?

You must have an understanding husband.

No husband.

Oh.

Artificial insemination?

No, too impersonal.

Are you offering?

No.

I mean, well, I could.

I'd like to.

Can I?

And the children?

Three adopted, two with their fathers.

You could think about it.

Nice hair.

Do you still go to church?

No.

Do you still say your prayers?

No.

Do you still believe in hell?

Depends what you mean by still.

I've never believed in hell.

Then you believe he will not pay for
your sins?

Not in hell, only in earth.

However, I've always believed in heaven.

Heaven on earth.

And you, Griselda, are a piece of
heaven.

But... But what?

But don't take this religion too
seriously. It's a pose.

No, it is not.

It is a way of life.

Come in.

Griselda's becoming a nun in her heart
as well as her body.

Then I'm already jealous of God.

Jealousy?

It'll destroy you.

Othello, complimentary tickets. I'm the
financial secretary of the Friends of

the Geneva Opera.

Obligations to attend.

You bored us all in Kyoto's story by
taking it to the kabuki. It's my turn to

bore you. We go to the opera. The whole
firm will go.

Dress up, the full compliment. Now,
please leave us.

Devout, inestimable Griselda is a higher
calling to make.

I'm taking Clotilde.

Or whatever for.

It's obvious she would want to come.

I understand the thoroughbred was worth
nearly...

Half a million dollars earned by Saudi
Arabia. Now, there are some people who

prize their horses above their women.

Punishments in Saudi Arabia can be
harsh.

An eye for an eye. A horse for a horse.

A horse for a woman?

No, I don't think we'd go quite that
far. And as it happens, we were able to

return it.

Kaspar.

Kaspar.

The word questions ask, and the owners
have a pretty shrewd idea, who stole

their horse.

It seems you've done it before.

They did not understand what a sense of
the horse they had. They had no idea.

He needed affection.

Perhaps.

Are they downstairs?

I don't think so, at least not yet.

Not yet?

Who are those people?

I am accused of unethical practices.

What may they be?

Well, I like having babies.

So I've noticed.

There are many people in the world who
want to have babies and can't have them.

So, you perform an unusual philanthropic
service. I'm good at having babies. Is

it so bad to make a living at what
you're good at?

I see.

This time, there is a way out.

I can see it coming.

You can be my husband.

Am I to be responsible for all six?

No. You can be the father of just this
one.

I have a proposition.

Quite frankly, Mr. Anatole, I am a
modern woman.

I do not want to be deported to Saudi
Arabia.

And as long as horses are involved...

I think I am prepared for all
eventualities.

However, I have one important
responsibility I cannot relinquish.

I have a pig.

A pig?

Horses and pigs always get on well
together. They are intelligent animals

like one another's company. What?

Can you... Can you ride a pig?

Hortense is far too dignified to be
written.

However, Hortense and I have a
relationship, which you might find

beyond mere affection.

I have no intention of breaking this
relationship.

I see.

Neither does Hortense.

Well, as long as I don't get too
jealous.

And you both take a bath afterwards. I
can't see that I need to be difficult.

Yes, ma 'am.

Well, that was a husband's kiss, I
suppose.

It could show a little more passion.

Well, well, I suppose you better make
you an offer.

We, I, will pay for you to have babies.

No artificial insemination.

And you have come to collect this child.

One is ready, of course.

I'm having no interferences.

Of course not.

In that case, could you have me move to
a nicer room?

I think.

Blue walls.

I'm sure it's going to be a boy this
time.

And I think I'd charge $25 ,000 for a
boy.

Thank you.

Are you enjoying the music, Garfield?

I am enjoying Mr. Emmental's smile.

He was so heartbroken at the death of
his wife.

You could always enjoy his smile at
home.

She was good to me.

I would like to repay her kindness,
trying to make her widower and his son

happy.

I could never take him in his place
entirely.

But I would be honored to take it in
part.

Which part?

Whichever part he wishes.

I would like to ask if I could be
allowed to...

No. I can't say this.

Go on. Say it.

To wear her hat.

My mother had.

That's all.

Just her hat?

And bed.

Nothing else.

I know you don't, right?

At least, I know you're fairly clear.

These are only girlfriends.

Orientals, basically.

You're all very restless.

You weren't taking them to the gents for
a fuck, were you?

No one's flying your ass out. What have
you done to her?

It's her birthday.

Well, that explains everything.

She's sentimental.

Likes horses.

And especially pigs.

Apparently.

I really did know your father three
years ago.

I held his hand at a passing out
ceremony on a very big stage.

I told him where to stand.

He was very awkward.

I always liked the way he swung his
legs.

I always thought he'd do himself an
injury.

I asked him to sleep with me.

I laid it all on for him.

I bought my toothbrush and a clean pair
of knickers, ran to his hotel room, new

dress.

Was it Berlin?

However, he turned me down.

All manner of ridiculous excuses, like
he was happily married.

Wasted a golden opportunity.

Oh, then never say die.

I look forward to French kissing in
overseas.

There's the moon.

Meet Simon, the singing cockroach.

Simon has no shame.

He says I will always be the favorite
white woman he loves to undress.

He does it as often as he can, which...

is often and everywhere and in the most
unlikely places only he goes on tour

and he has a wife and a son and he makes
me wait for the services of his big

black cock and the delights of his
magnificent singing voice or is it the

way around?

So, how is your father?

Why don't you come and see?

He's not black.

That's true.

And he can't sing.

Not that I remember.

He could always cork his face and pinch
his backside, and it might give you a

dark stare and a little scream.

He used to stroke his little round belly
with a circular motion.

I'd like to do the same.

Tell him.

What would you say if I'd like to share
the attentions?

You is natural air.

I am his air, naturally and unnaturally.

Financially?

Financially. What have you got that I've
never seen before?

You're free to go, Palmyra.

You're free to go.

I'll be your number four private whore
for one year for 75 ,000 U .S.

dollars.

No possible demands denied.

Impossible ones, considered.

I have a high pain tolerance.

But don't abuse it.

The greater your invention, the greater
mine.

I'll look after the contraception.

If I'm sharing your prick, I want
medical checks every week with a

doctor.

And I want my privacy when I need it.

I don't want to sleep late, very late.

I don't want to travel.

Come, Philip.

I want to feel what I missed three years
ago.

You can have me on the political.

How do you spell surrender?

Let's see what tune your father sings
and how he's going to sing it with me.

It's okay. It's our expenses.

Whose goddamn expenses?

Tax deductible from... Kent Eye or from
Geneva Airport.

Jesus. From Paris.

But that's hours away by helicopter.

I bought some... We'll fix some of her
later.

Geoconda.

Geoconda.

My God, what have you done with the
baby?

What baby?

God, who are you?

Oh, God, Keto.

You're in Kyoto.

Stop that.

Stop what?

I'm too tired for that.

And you're drunk.

You're not supposed to be in here. This
is Geoconda's room.

I'm only staying a few nights.

I arrived from the sky.

I'll stay a few moments, just to warm
you up.

I'll wait a little bit, just in case
Giaconda comes back. She's probably gone

for a pee.

Pregnant women spend half the night
going to the loo. Did you know that?

Yes, I did know that.

And with a little help from you.

Keto. Oh, Keto.

You have always surprised me.

Poor thing.

They say she's only half a person. A
midget.

I've heard worse.

Much worse.

That she's a mongrel.

A mongrel?

What do you mean?

How come?

If there ever was a good case for
abortion.

I don't understand.

Have you been in that room?

How?

There's no number on the door.

They haven't even given her a proper
name.

They sometimes call a gear letter after
a fill -in about a waif and a stray.

A simpleton who plays a trumpet.

You don't think for a moment that it's a
child?

God, no.

She sounds Korean.

How would you know that?

Kito says she was born in a pachinko
parlor and deaf because of all the

Kito loves story to distraction.

I would never believe anything she says.

Perhaps she's Vietnamese?

A boat person?

What? who arrived one morning on the
lake from Hong Kong.

I don't think it's a woman at all.

I bet it's a man, a transsexual.

And the half refers to a half -man, half
-woman.

Francois says they conceived it
together, the father and son.

Jealous.

For God's sake, pull the other one
through the backside.

Ridiculous.

Who was the father then?

Well, he was, of course. The older.

There's more spunk in him than a cage of
chimpanzees.

How do you know that?

I know.

I wanted to be a candidate once, you
know.

Clotilde made it.

But I always suspect she had an ulterior
motive.

Being Amelia's favourite when she was
alive.

I went for an audition.

They tried me out.

But they weren't too excited.

I was too willing.

I liked the prison life too much.

And I loved the clothes.

I even liked the humiliations, you know.

No.

I don't know.

Hot. Drinking chocolate followed by the
ice cubes.

You know the stuff.

Picking up handkerchiefs off the floor
with your teeth when you're naked.

Gallons of hot water.

String vests. And wet T -shirts.

And nipple clips.

Shaved belly.

Ah, all the clichés.

Oh, you've seen them in the cinema and
read about them in the newspapers.

Standing on your head, milk bathing,
putting on excess weight.

Sounds like atlantic nouvelle cuisine.

Or could be, in a way.

Good night, sleep tight, make sure of us
and fight!

Good night, sleep tight!

Make sure the bugs don't bite.

Good night. Sleep tight. Make sure the
bugs don't bite.

There's no wildlife in this house that's
not licensed. And stop banging the

door. I have to kill everyone on the
backside before I go to sleep.

An acknowledgement of possession.

Including the pig.

Hortense has a nice backside, but it is
reserved for Beryl.

Smarto, Griselda, Beryl.

Gioconda, Palmyra, Mio.

Keter, Julieta.

Clothield.

Eight and a half women.

I bet you never kissed Balmira on the
backside.

Oh, I'd like to. My God, I'd like to.

Can't you put a word in for me?

Oh, please.

And she's taken to partially shaving her
belly, showing evidence of the most

delightful kind.

Did you ask her to do that?

My God.

Why does she have to walk around the
house naked like that? And in the

Sommato, Griselda, Beryl, Giaconda, Mio,
Giulietta, Keto, Clothield,

and Palmyra.

Divorced, beheaded, died.

Divorced, beheaded, survived.

Mr. Henry VIII's wives.

Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, Jane
Seymour, Anne of Cleves, Catherine...

something. And Catherine Parr.

Go to sleep.

You know those great passions, those
unbelievable sexual passions like

and Cleopatra or Henry VIII and Anne
Boleyn?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Palmera, Palmera, Palmera, Palmera,
Palmera.

Oh, Palmera, Palmera.

I think you can say with safety that
nowadays women have finally acknowledged

their position of not liking men.

We could say that women don't like men.

They acknowledge that they prefer the
company of their own kind.

I think we can also say that most men
don't like other men.

Most men prefer to like women.

So...

Women are the most liked by the most
people.

Men love women.

Women love children.

And children love hamsters.

It's a one -way slide. There's little
going back the other way.

So Martha and Mia insist on speaking
Japanese.

We want some improvement.

Mia normally doesn't talk at all.

We'll have to get Peter to stay here
permanently.

I've prepped my lightning talk.

Mr. Emmental, I am offering a refuge to
these ladies in need. This is Sister

Mary, this is Sister Sophie, this is
Sister Iphigenia, and this is Sister

Fatima. They are here to pray for the
house and all who live in it.

God! The Father of Christ!

This is becoming an obsession.

You started it. My fantasy has no God in
it, just naked nuns. The fascination of

the wimple and the flesh.

God is everywhere with Emmanuel.

It's Ementar. Jesus Christ!

The Son of God.

Excuse me, sisters.

I am bound at this moment to pay certain
duties to these gentlemen, my

benefactors, who rescued me from perfidy
and danger and confusion.

Clotilde has left the servants quarters
and taken to sleep in room seven.

All your mother's hats have been taken.
It's a signal that she's ready.

Watch out for Clotilde.

There's something uncreepy about her.

Far too subservient.

It's unnatural.

Well, you were the one who was so eager
to include her.

I think we should inaugurate a chapel.

I'd have plans of whether twelve
stations you could cross to go in the

and along the drive.

I think I could well create a religious
community.

I could be an example to others.

An object of suffering.

She's pregnant again.

And this time, because she's uncertain
who the father is, me or you, she wants

to abort at once.

She marches, complaining again. She's
sitting on the top step, demanding

attention. Complaining that I don't wash
my trick.

Says she's frightened of cervical
cancer.

Where did you get that idea from?

Palmyra.

Good God, my prick gets more washing
than a disc cloth in a laundry. Ask for

Zelda. She fills her mouth every morning
with soap.

Okay, I've heard enough.

Never used to be so crude, Father.

I'd like to borrow 800 francs to buy Mr.
Emmental a present.

Anything less would not be worthy of
him.

When are you going to buy him?

He has everything.

I don't think he has happiness.

Goodness, who on earth has that?

I do.

You do?

All right.

For someone that rich, you can have a
thousand francs at 4 .5 inches over

months.

That woman's disguise must be like a
traffic accident.

I've never understood barrel.

Barrel. Which one's barrel?

Number five's old room. The one you
knocked off her horse.

Why do you keep changing their names?

I don't.

Isn't her name Beryl?

This is very good, Clotilde.

Thank you, Mr. Emmental.

You're so patronizing.

She's very solicitous. Patronizing? I
was paying her a compliment.

Do you think Clotilde could be trying to
poison me?

You're fantasizing.

If she kills you, it'll be with
overfeeding.

Did you notice Kito counting her money?

I've always noticed her spending ours.

There's a suitcase under her bed full of
U .S. bonds and large Swiss notes.

She's become a moneylender.

Charges interest. They're moving out of
them, child. That is a Kito debt.

You know, we've come to ask for a loan.

Then she says, how do you want to do it?
From the front or from behind?

And I say, a little from the front and a
lot from behind.

Do you want to do it in the garden or by
the pool?

Or do you want me to lie in the grass,
she says.

I say, yes.

Or do you want me perhaps to stand, she
says.

Yes, I say. Or do you want me to sit
with my heels in the air?

Yes, I say.

Yes to what she says, yes to everything
I say, then I will, she says, and she

does, just like that. My God.

Can she swim?

Can money swim?

Value?

Depends how you look at it.

Medal wars, no value at all.

To a pachinko parlor player, 60 ,000 U
.S. dollars, 400 ,000 French

francs. Or nearly eight million Japanese
yen.

I'm going to shout.

Don't. You'll lose the steak.

She's bluffing.

Tomato!

Keeping me here, sorry, is losing your
money. Hands over foot.

Oh, for God's sake.

Hand over fist.

What on earth are you doing?

Bloody hell.

Can't you guess? I'm trying to look like
that boyfriend of hers.

For Christ's sake.

You're ridiculous.

I know. I'm desperate.

She will laugh you to derision.

I know.

She mustn't leave me.

I've been desperate, you... You couldn't
compete.

He's her age.

her sexual charisma like a house on
fire, and no doubt a 12 -inch cock.

Wash that stuff off at once and be in my
bed in six and a half minutes flat.

I want my bottom smacked tonight.

Real hard.

Neil wants you to dress up as a female
impersonator. And then, she says, she

could possibly love you with enthusiasm.

Good God, why all this charade?

If you want life out of her, do it.

Says you're a man.

Of course I'm a man.

But she wanted you to be a woman.

Complicated, eh?

You dress as a woman. You've been asked
to act however badly as a woman. But you

are a cheat.

Of course I'm a cheat. That's the whole
point of the exercise, isn't it? Not for

me, oh.

She's a disappointed lady.

Listen, listen, listen. She's known us
both carnally as men. How can she forget

so soon?

She didn't forget.

Her ability to transform hope into truth
was very strong.

You have been a huge disappointment.

She's very disturbed.

Take great care of her, or you'll lose
her.

I'm thinking of making a film about all
this, our experiences.

Why make a film when you can live it?

Most films are about people longing for
something that they haven't got, and

what most people haven't got is sex and
happiness.

And we've got both. What, please?

I have.

See what I mean?

Oh, hell. Who'd give you the money,
anyway?

You would.

You think you're going to tell us
something?

Okay. I've done my thing.

Now I want freedom. I was the first.

I gave you all the inspiration.

It was my idea.

I want out.

This is what I want. This is what I
want. No more patriarchal patronage. No

patriarchal patronage. No more male
stereotyping. No more male stereotyping.

God!

I don't want to hear about her.

I can't get near her, except to look.

Which is a disaster, because it starts
me trembling. I am an earthquake.

Then you got what you wanted.

All this jealousy is wearing me out.

I used to be happy once upon a time.

You don't want Palmyra to feel she's
getting the upper hand.

Though now you're in love with her, she
obviously has.

She was the only one we didn't choose.

And now she's queen.

I want a plan to keep her forever.

We could always get a singing boyfriend
to come and live here. Then we'd never

ever get a look -in.

Oh, I'm too miserable to be here
anymore.

Let's go to Kyoto.

It's the earthquake season.

I want to be shook up.

I'm missing something.

It's like Shelley.

Japanese Ophelia.

Beautiful, oriental lady in the lake.
She was the very best, the most

submissive.

She was my first wife.

Oh, come on, that's not true.

You forget my mother much too soon.

In the circumstances, then, she was my
second wife.

She was never your wife.

And everything but a license and a tax
exempt form.

She was the first woman after 35 years
that I consistently made love to. Such a

beautiful opening number, so small, so
delicate. Such a beautiful mother. It

like plum blossom. It was like pointing
your prick into a plum blossom flower.

Shut up.

You hate flowers.

And plums repeat on you.

She looks more beautiful now than ever.

Did she ever want you?

No, she didn't.

We took away all her shoes.

Because they were rotting on the lawn.

But was that a suicide matter?

We'll get her some shoes.

There you are, Mia.

As many shoes as you like.

Get walking, Mia.

You're going in the lake.

Did you know, whatever the event, we're
all supposed to react to every

disappointment in exactly the same way?

First shock.

Oh, my God.

Then self -pity.

Poor me.

Then anger. You bastards.

Then apathy. Oh, what the hell?

and then some sort of resurrection of
the spirits, I'll never let the buggers

grind me down.

Same with me, Oster.

Oh, my God, poor me. You bastards. Oh,
what the hell. I'll never let the

grind me down.

Giaconda's pregnant again.

We've got to lose her.

Take her to the airport and put her on a
plane.

Any plane.

I couldn't stand another baby problem
with her again.

Father, she's just too fertile.

Sticking pins in dark corners is not for
me anymore.

Stick a pin in the plane timetable.

Zarbrücken. Oh, no, that won't do.

Grenoble.

That's even closer, you fool.

Venet. No.

She can't swim. She doesn't like film or
art.

Bangkok. Not bad.

A bit obvious.

Sex, capital of Asia.

No, I'm not planning on...

Poor obstetrics.

How do you know that?

I'm not having my child dragged out with
forceps, dropped in a wok of noodles

and called Chang Li.

Well, it may be my child.

Well, you having your child dragged out
with forceps? You were.

I watched your little yellow face
squashed up like an overripe lemon.

I swear you even had pips.

If you're so keen on the delivery of
this baby, why don't we keep it?

Punta del Perro.

Well, where the hell's that?

Well, it sounds warm and South American.

She loves kiwi fruit. Doesn't think he
suffers from asthma. There's bound to

be clean air.

Sounds right.

And they'll love children.

Everyone loves children.

Do we love children?

Cathay Pacific, first class, $2 ,000 one
way.

Done.

We're going on a trip to New York. You'd
like that.

Here's $5 ,000.

Buy some baby clothes.

And order a cot. No, two, in case it's
twins.

And you'll need nappies. Buy a thousand
nappies. Anyone has union washings. Just

throw them all away. Well, that's not
very ecological.

Well, recycle them, then.

There's another $5 ,000.

Buy a recycler.

What now?

Or whatever the hell, you're bound to
find them in New York.

We've been watching you.

Who are you, the vice board? You sound
guilty. We understand you help women in

financial trouble.

Do I?

We, too, are debt collectors, like you.

I'm not a debt collector. And we're
convinced you're harboring one of our

clients. He's responsible for a series
of confidence frauds. She operates often

with the black opera singer. She has
various names.

Laura Decker, Teresa Decker.

Her specialty is in offering sexual
services and sexual rewards to elderly

bankers and wealthy financial people. We
understand you're the chairman of the

Emmental Financial Services and
Consolidates Bank Geneva.

As debt collectors, we can offer you 2
.5 % of recovery costs. I am Laura

Decker. For now, I call myself Pamira.

What?

But... No buts. I'd like to do this for
you, Mr. Emmental.

It's a little I can do to repay your
kindnesses.

To make you happy, I have done my
business here.

Drink your milkshake. I'll go and pack
and leave.

I understand where your love truly lies,
Mr. Hamilton.

Not to you.

Clotilde. What about Clotilde?

They've taken her away.

I was desperate.

What do you mean they've taken her?
Should we call the police?

I couldn't let them take Palmyra. It all
happened so quickly.

She didn't even get her coat.

She volunteered. I could never let them
take Palmyra. Who were they? What were

they doing?

Well, they... They were filmmakers.

They were filmmakers.

They were going to make her into a
famous film star.

They were going to make a film about
Renoir called... I don't remember.

You sold her. You sold Clotilde.

All this makes my stomach churn to think
that they might have taken Palmyra. You

once told me to think about the women in
Thomas Fowler. Yes, I did.

But remember, the mayor of Casterbridge
regretted selling his wife for the rest

of his life.

Okay, here's the deal.

It's all for the Pachinko. God, that's
no deal.

Then blow out on your hands.

Plus an indecency trial, then a keep
-let trial, followed by a keeping -it

-the -house trial, then probably a tax
exemption subpoena, and a visit by the

health authorities to Inland Revenue
Customs.

Possible accusations of illegal
consenting with minors. Breaking ethical

Sexual harassment.

Trading babies. Hey, Simito.

Hey, yourself.

I want a signature. Legally binding.

Handing over this establishment.

Lock, stock, chips, machines, and
barrels.

What barrels?

They're storing data.

Kito has the papers ready. As always.

Signed here.

In front.

Of witnesses.

What witnesses?

They're not watching.

And I want a bonus.

Stripped as signed.

Stripped as signed? Whatever for?

Naked to the negotiating table. Naked!

So I can see you. And loses.

Point English. They make an
unpredictable linguistic duo.

A man in socks is vulnerable.

He probably won't play chess.

Think of it as being the last time for
me to see your cocks.

You go out and you come in.

I remember doing you the same thing you
did when this little adventure started.

Bend over.

You did it voluntarily.

Bend over.

She chose the witness.

Thank you, sir.

My pleasure.

Enemies unite in the battle.

Now make the three signature monkeys.

Okay, we can go.

Goodbye, Scully.

Goodbye, Scully.

I don't know that that was so bad.

It sort of...

Cathartic, the naked exposure, don't you
think?

Well, you couldn't do it voluntarily,
could you? It's under duress, so...

Somehow legitimate.

Circumstances beyond our control. I
think I enjoyed that.

Struck down by an earthquake.

At least it wasn't our fault this time.

Where was she going?

Pachinko Heaven for Chartered
Accountants.

What's the matter?

My God.

Are they getting closer?

She warned me. Never call up an
earthquake. He will follow you all the

your life.

Head. Face.

Chest. Belly.

Sex.

Legs, feet, and God.

Benedictus, Benedicta. What are you
doing? I'm trying to undo her warning.

With your sympathies for Keto, another
strong story.

She joined us because of me, not you.
It's my fault. I'm to blame.

She was determined to be useful.

In her little pyjama seat.

And she loved you desperately, Story.

What are you doing?

I've had enough.

Griselda must go. She's so mother
superior now.

She's got a mind like a sewer.

Getting me to confess to impossibilities
like your mother and my wife slept with

priests. Where'd she get that from, I
wonder, story?

She starts as a novice, scrubbing
convent floors, puts on a wimple, shaves

body, becomes a nun in appearance, then
indeed.

Now she wants to become a saint.

I'm going to kill her. She wants to mark
this death.

You've only done what you wanted.

Taken your fantasies and run with them
to the point of logical exhaustion.

Father, for God's sake. No, for mine.

She's not in the room.

She's gone.

And she's taken the children.

Where's she gone, I wonder?

Heaven?

No, that wouldn't let her in.

I would like to establish that a friend,
an acquaintance of ours, is presently

there to set our minds at rest.

Because this person was very dear to us.

Is it possible to speak with her?

Sister Concordia?

Concordia? She was trouble and strife.

Now this Sister Concordia is beside me
now.

I have allowed her to write down her
answers for you.

You are allowed three questions only.

You must keep them very short.

Okay. Question one.

Do you have there presently a Sister
Griselda of Fontenay, Geneva?

We have no Griselda here.

We have Novice Sister Concordia.

And she's under a preferred vow of
silence.

Question two.

Okay, that doesn't count.

All right, all right, all right, all
right.

Does this novice sister Concordia have a
foreign accent?

Norwegian, Swedish, Scandinavian. If
she's under a vow of silence, how can I

know?

Jesus. The son of God.

Was that a question?

Can we be certain that sister novice
Concordia will keep her vow of silence?

you can provide eternal and everlasting
silence with an annual donation of $25

,000 to the Children's Charity of Santa
Lucia.

How'd I go?

How'd I get away?

I admire her independence.

Taking nothing.

That's not true. It's taking horse.

Perhaps she's running to Austria. She
was Austrian, wasn't she? I've always

severe problems with Austrians.

They're negative people.

Musical, churchy, uptight,
authoritarian.

Always insist that their dustbins are
very clean.

And then there was one.

Correction, one and a half.

How do you want to do it?

Oh, my God.

From the front or from behind?

What are you doing?

How do you do it? Come here.

Monte Carlo.

In the garden on the grass.

In the pool.

Or here.

This is never going to get better.

Do you want me to sit down?

I'll stand up.

Or do you want me to lie down with my
heels in the air, toes pointing east and

west?

Yes.

Yes to what?

Yes to everything.

Then I will.

I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.

Would you mind very much? Yes, I would.
You're being selfish.

You can't do it simply by holding your
breath.

I love your love, Palmyra.

Pardon.

Why did

you reject me those three years ago in
Berlin?

Or Paris?

Palermo?

or somewhere else like some dead palms.

I was always frightened of the
possibility of too much pleasure.

Okay, that'll do.

Good answer.

Daddy.

Hey, Philip.

Stop sleeping on the job.

Alright.

Story.

Tamara.

This is the first time I've been
officially invited into this room.

Officially?

That means you've been here
unofficially.

It's all over now.

What's all over?

Your father's dead.

Rubbish. No, he isn't.

He's still sleeping.

I'm going to make breakfast.

Now that everybody's gone.

Father, wake up. Your toast is burning.

Get out of bed at once, Father.

I won't tell you again.

Wake up, Father! Your bloody toast's
burning!

Breakfast. His toast.

I ate it whilst it was still warm.

And now, he's growing cold.

Now, I expect I'll forget all that
story.

Very bored.

Now the old man is dead.

No reason to stay anymore.

The king is dead.

Long live the king?

I doubt it.

You don't do anything I like for it.

Your body, too.

Not enough lived in, too straight, too
unused.

There's no excitement in you for me, Mr.
Emmett Carr.

My

most

favorite white woman in the world.

that I would like to undress.

It has been one year, 72 days, 4 hours
and 20 minutes since I last kissed

this magnificent landscape.

And... Shall I sing

that for you?

No, not in front of the children.

Pachinko, pachinko, pachinko, pachinko.

How are you today?

Have you eaten enough?

Porridge? Muesli?

Baked beans?

No toast?

Okay.

We're going to the Christmas today.

Our oriental period is over.

And Julieta no more.

No, don't worry.

It's time to vibrate. Sit still.

It's a thunderstorm.

Yes.

You don't get that quite in Geneva.

I'd like to get you on a

slow boat to China all to

myself.

alone get you and keep you in my

arms evermore leave all your

lovers weeping on a far away shore

out on the briny with the

moon

Big and shiny, melting your heart

of stone.

I'd love to get you on a slow boat to

China, or to myself alone.