All language subtitles for Exit 7 (Pays-Bas-Belgique) (1978).English

The mirror's on the centerline.
And we're back. (Cockpit chatter ...)

We're back. At the centerline.

Go back to your seat.

Hello, can you hear me?

We hear you fine.

Captain Maas speaking.

-I'll try to take off in an hour.
-In an hour?

Yes, ma'am.

Let me check the guiding system first.

Did it escape from the cage?

-Excuse me, I don't speak Dutch.
-Well, did he escape from his cage?

Yes.

Give me the glove.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about that.

Who are you?

-I'm Marc Dumont.
-Who are you?

And... there.

Now, how can I help you?

Well, with another bird.

This cock. I want to buy this cock.

We just got it. We haven't priced it yet.

Oh, what a pity. I wanted to take it.

I'm sorry.

I don't even know what we paid for it.

If I give you my address, may I take it?

Oh.

Can you read that?

Marc Dumont.

I'm an architect. I hope you won't
ask a fortune for it.

No, don't worry. Fine.

Have you been here
long? I mean... Hello, sir.

De Bosch! De Bosch!

Marc Dumont.

He helped me catch the owl.
Look at his hand.

Oh.

I hope you've had your tetanus shot.

No, not really.

Well, it's about surviving
the first few critical hours.

We'll see about that.

Wait and see.

I'd like to know the price
of this weathercock.

Do you know where it's from?

The old monastery chapel in Muren.

Look, it's been repaired several times.

Lightning.

Do you know what that means?
Two centuries of storms and lightning.

Yeah, how much per storm?

What do you think, Jadwiga?

How much?

Jadwiga...

A thousand.

De Bosch?

De Bosch.

Okay, make it a thousand.

Whiskey?

Yes.

Jadwiga, will you bring a few glasses?

-Look, a relic of Saint Coletta.
-Where did that come from?

I've never heard of Saint Coletta.

How did you get this?

Bought it.

Bought it?

-Everything's from the Muren monastery.
-Is it a piece of bone or a tooth?

A piece of a knucklebone. Feel it.

Every March 6th, a Mass is held for
St. Coletta. 500 years of devotion.

It's mine.

Are you alright?

I don't want to get you in trouble.

Is it illegal?

As if I'd ever sell such a thing.

I'll never let this out of my hands.

Will you have your whiskey downstairs?

Yes, thank you.

On the rocks?

Yes, please.

Come over here.

Is it a young horse?

Jadwiga's been bringing it in.

You're not from here?
-No.

Shall I guess?

Yugoslavia?

Russia?

No.

Austria?

No.

Poland?

Yes. Is it that important?

No, but you're probably the only
Polish girl to ever land here.

Have you lived here long?
-Quite a while.

What do you mean?

Aren't you staying?

Where do you live?

I don't know.

Is he your husband?

Why?

Well, do you live together?

Yes.

Well, I think I'd better go now.

May I come back to pay?
-You may not.

You must come back to pay.

Of course, with pleasure.

Is someone always home?

Yes, but not always John.

Sometimes he's on the road.

Well, goodbye.
-Goodbye.

I'm afraid it'll be a rough flight.

Go, man, go!

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done.

One.

Three.

Four.

Keep quiet, man.

Go to hell.

One. Two.

Try to breathe through your nose.

Blow your nose.

Harder.

Okay.

It's over.

We've leveled out.

We're heading down again.

One. One. One.

How is your hand?

Oh, I did my best to survive.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

I came back to pay for the weathercock, remember?

Sure.

I forgot the money.

I'm sorry, that's so stupid.

Don't worry, we'll get it.

-Are you going back to town?
-Can you give me a lift?

Sure, to any town you want.

Well, just this town for now.

Don't you lock the door?

No, John is there.

Okay.

Here we go.

Is your antique shop doing well?

Not bad.

What do you mean?

Doesn't matter.

Don't ask so many questions.

Today I feel great, and I'm going for a swim.

Good Lord, they're having a party.
I can't dive into their pool.

Why are they having a reception?

Leave it to me.

Left at the first light.
Then second avenue on the right.

First villa on the right.

There's the locker room.

Thank you.

-Is Mr. Laan coming home?
-Probably not until tonight.

Thank you.

I'm home, I'm dressed.

I'm going for my swimming trunks.

What do you mean?

You're not narrow-minded.

For heaven's sake, you aren't narrow-minded.

And you're trying to date young ladies?

Hey, what kind of architect are you?

Bruno, doing your homework again?

What is it this time?

Family and society.

What did we get for the last essay?

An eight.

Anyone get a nine?

A ten?

Family and society.

Tell that teacher to write it herself.

Family... you can only count on family.

Familiar, familial.

Expecting a family, the Holy Family.

Family bomb, family shelter.

Family affliction.

Family portrait.

Family name. Family man.

City hair.

Neighbor hair.

Hocus pocus.

Hello there, it's the man from the radio.

Is Rita there too?

We're singing just for you.

Oh, sweet, beautiful Rita, dear Rita.

Tra-la-la-la-la...

How many children did my grandfather have?

Fourteen.

My father had six.

We have two.

And how many will Bruno and Rita have?

One.

Why do you want them to have kids at any cost?

I actually don't want them to have children.

Don't you understand?

We keep them all snug and warm now.

But what's in it for them later?

You don't live like your father did.

And thank God, I don't live like my mother.

Eva.

Last week when the Jacobses came home, they
found their son Erik hanged in the hall.

Twenty-two years old.

A future brilliant engineer.

A son from a good family.

A month ago, Architect Smit's daughter
took a whole bottle of sleeping pills.

Suicide.

There was a note.

Those are just two cases of people we know.

And our circle of friends is small.

I hope you didn't tell all that to Bruno?

Console yourself, Eva.

I'm an exemplary father.

And as an exemplary father, you just want
a nine for my essay. A nine for Marc Dumont.

Top of the class... Marc Dumont.

I should never have been an architect.

Anyway.

That's new.

What then?

No.

An archaeologist, for example.

That was last year.

That shard from a stone statue.

And last month, a relic of Saint Coletta.

What's next?

Where did you find that relic?

Uh, where?

At an antique shop.

That antique dealer was a "she."

Oh, really?

How can I help you?
You're looking for something, sir.

The knucklebone of a saint... or an apostle.

A rib.

You're an impossible man.

You're the sweetest, most caring,
strongest, craziest, horniest.

Bruno can hear us.

-Is the bathroom door...
-Closed.

Are you sure?

Sure.

And what are you afraid of?

That Bruno might secretly spy on his mother.

That he's a prude.

His mother's beautiful body.

No.

I just don't want him to see us as we are.

Free.

Okay, Bruno.

We're still here. Go to sleep.

Bruno, you hear?

Mama, I was woken up again.

Hello?

Are you calling Saint Coletta this late?

Yes.

Hello, this is Marc Dumont.

Yes, Dumont, that's right.

Tell me, do you have oysters?

Yes, at night.

Come on, man, don't spoil the fun.

Crawl out of your warm bed.

Put on your pajamas.

Your wife has nothing to do with this.

This is a business call.

Bring me three dozen oysters, and I'll pay 2000.

Drunk, drunk, drunk.

I'm not drunk at all.

Frustrated.

-Wait a minute.
-What?

Frustrated.

Listen, in fifteen minutes you'll be here...

In fifteen minutes, be here with four dozen
oysters and four bottles of champagne.

Your price is mine, but you come in a tuxedo.

Mr. Oyster Man, you'll join us for dinner?

But sir, in the middle of the night,
I'm not hungry.

That will come.

And you're wearing a tuxedo, aren't you?

But you're not going to pay for what I eat?

I'll only pay you if you eat with us.

You eat an oyster.

I give you a bill.

You eat another, I give you another bill.

You drink a glass of champagne.

I give you a gold coin.

Well.

How much do you want to make?

Here you go, your first earnings.

Thank you, sir.

-I don't like oysters.
-What?

I can't get this down.

-You've never eaten oysters?
-And yet you sell them?

Come on, give it a try.

See? You're getting a taste for it.

Do you understand now?

Take another sip.

Of everything you sell, these oysters
are the least harmful.

They're still grown in real seawater.

Soon there won't be any oysters left.

What will you sell people then?

That's another problem.

Here.

You're mistaken, sir.

Well, goddamn it, take it.

Oyster man.

Want me to whet your appetite?
Listen and answer.

What did the Americans and Russians
find on the moon?

-Nothing.
-Exactly, nothing.

-What did the Americans find on Mars?
-Nothing either.

Exactly. Nothing but dust.

Ever think we're well on our way
to becoming dust too?

Now take a deep breath.

Go on. Deeper.

Three billion of us are already
gasping for air.

Just like you.

In twenty years, we'll double.

The erosion is already terrible.

It'll be collective suicide.

But look at this little creature.

Eva.

Imagine everything is dust.
Except for this oyster.

And so the sea comes.

Now slurp the whole sea down.

Now.

-Taste the sea?
-Yes.

Good.

Madam doesn't know about this
catastrophe. I must tell her.

-Before it's too late.
-It's already too late, man.

But what does it matter?

When you go to your wife,
don't forget to look at her.

Stroke her, kiss her, take her...
while you still can.

Need some help?

-But sir, it's your money.
-No, my friend, it's your money.

Is something wrong?

I think I'm going to be sick.
It's my liver.

Oh boy.

Loosen your clothes, man. Here.

There.

Take that coat off.
You can breathe now.

But you told me to breathe.

And this is the fifth.

Know what you need?
Exercise and fresh air.

Eva, go get my tracksuit.

It'll do you good.

Well.

There are no other planes available.

My friend wants you in the cockpit.

Come on. Move.

-No plane until 5:30 AM.
-5:30?

Stop it.

The flight attendant has something to say.

Ask for a new plane.

In the meantime.

They want a new plane.
In the meantime.

They want a new plane.

In the meantime.

Now!

Do you hear me? Now!

Come on, baby.

Tell them what I'm doing to you.

-Come on.
-He's twisting my hair.

That's right, baby.

And what am I doing now, baby?
Come on.

He's taking off my bra.

He's twisting my breasts.

-Come on.
-Request a new plane.

Now!

Request a new plane.

Now!

We're doing our best. We'll hurry.

You better hurry!

Come on, you have to take that off.

Have you been here before?

First time.

-Do only boys come here?
-Mama.

How would you know if you've
never been here?

Marc, will there still be
oysters when I'm grown up?

Oysters?

Why ask me that?

You said it yourself to Andy.

Andy the fishmonger.

Were you eavesdropping?

So is it true about Andy and Rosie?

Well, we had a few too many.
I just wanted his oysters.

I don't like that Rosie woman.

Already checking out girls?

-Is it allowed?
-Why not?

But you've seen a woman before.

Rita's seen you and Mama already.

Yes, of course.

What do you mean?

She said Mama was lying by Papa.
But I didn't tell her anything.

Rita is still too little.

But you can understand.

Papa? With those girls?

What if I suddenly get an erection?

Well, you probably won't.

Know what a kid in my class says?

-No.
-What?

That you can make us small again if...
Yes, of course.

But I'll get small again on my own.

The kids in my class call it...

Masturbation.

Masturbation.

Papa? Have you done it?

Yes.

But I'm with Mama now.

Then what Rita said is true.

Yes, of course.

Then why don't you have more kids?

Well, you can prevent it.
Mama isn't always fertile.

Do you have to keep doing it?

No, I don't have to.

Your mom likes it and so do I.

The kids in my class say
masturbation is also nice.

Have you done it?

No.

-Yes, just once.
-Is that okay?

Normally, you do that with a woman.

Me?

No, but if you don't want kids,
do you still need a woman?

My parents never spoke about those things.

At school, it was just the birds and bees.

It seemed like those butterflies only lived
a day just to help with our sex ed.

I saw the connection now.

I remember being so worried
when I had my first erection.

I thought I was abnormal.

I couldn't talk to anyone about it.

But you can.

You thought you were abnormal?

You were worried?

Yes.

Because those butterflies never took a bath.

The dose is bigger, isn't it?

-You mean our weathercock?
-Yes.

Well, it seems so to me.

Because it's so high up.

Sometimes my father goes up the tower.

-To the weathercock?
-No, to the bells.

Up an old wooden staircase.

And was he allowed to go along?

He suddenly jumped up, strode across
the square, and I followed him.

Can your father play too?

Peter and I.

Maybe I should go away for a while.

For long?

Here lies a father.

Here lies a father with glasses on.

Here lies a mother with a piece missing.

And here lies a little boy.

Papa, what are you doing there?

My father, your grandfather, yes.

Did he jump over the wall like that?

Nobody saw anything.

But they didn't bury him in the cemetery.

How come?

He wasn't allowed on hallowed ground.

The board was convinced it was suicide.

And what do you think?

I don't know.

I still don't understand it.

And why did you never tell me that?

Were you too young then?

No, I'm a loner.

-Maas!
-Yes!

Hey, hey.

You're going to do it.

What?

Like your father.

Hey, are you coming to me?

9, Emile Degelin.

The white one.

31, Emile Degelin.

Marc Dumont.

For Mrs. Rachel Bertrand.

Goddamn it, Rachel Bertrand.

Hey, hello, Marc.

You look cheerful.

Well, I'm just glad I believed
someone I know for a change.

Come on, let's go.

I don't know if you like these parties.
Come on.

Hey, guys.

It's the first time I've ever
thought we were early.

Where are we going?

If you don't mind, we'll go to my house.
Eva didn't like the party anyway.

-Well, Eva.
-Yes?

Well, what do you want?

Oh, come on, Marc. Don't be like that.

We know each other, don't we?

Yes, exactly.

Where do you want to go then?

You tell me.

No clue.

Come on. You're forgetting
you're Marc Dumont.

I'm not forgetting. You said
I like being a ladies' man.

We're meeting for the first time.

We're in the car together.
We like each other.

So what? We're going to bed.

And I'll tell you a fairy tale.

What's with all the fuss?

I feel great.

-And Marc doesn't mind.
-Marc?

Yes, my husband. That's his name too.

Hey, wait. My shoes.

What?

You guys always handle it so clumsily.

Women like pleasure. Real pleasure.

Are you listening or not?

-Do you have a thing for that horse?
-No, not exactly.

Well, let's do it here then.

You're all so unimaginative.

It's always straight on top. A bunch
of tendons. Then you fall fast asleep.

Well, they're learning to fuck in there.

-Who?
-Those people inside.

Looking for something?

Lovely house, just like you.
This is your house.

And your Marc isn't here yet.

-You're the first.
-What?

-A drink?
-Yes.

First, Mrs. Bertrand takes a shower.

I'll have a drink. A drink.

Bathroom.

Locked.

Bartje. Bartje.

Nothing's changed here.
Not in all these years.

I come here every day.

Every day I put out fresh flowers.

And fresh candy.

He always gets the same gifts.
Dolls, animals.

I play with the train for hours.

I tell him what I've seen and heard.
Everything I've done.

Sometimes we talk about his father.

Because he's away so often.

He only lives for his work.

He's never home.

Or about his little brother.

He's just like his father.

Bartje is different.

Why do you keep torturing yourself?
It's destroying you.

It's not destroying me.

But it's all over.

It's just... musically unhealthy.

You can speak, play, do everything
with Bruno.

But what difference does it really make?

Nonsense.

You have to forget the past.

Past?

And what's yet to come?

Ever thought about that?

Oh, come on. Be honest.

Give me one reason to still have kids.

Didn't you do it for yourself too?

To surround yourself?

Like an animal with its young?

Why don't you go home? To your son?

Why aren't you sleeping?

Want me to tell you something?
I was at the Bertrans'.

Mrs. Bertrand had two children.
One of them died young.

Bartje. Meningitis.

Ten years old.

Well now, Bartje is still in his room.

Like a stuffed animal. A life-size doll.
Exactly like Bartje.

Everything in his room stayed the same.
Toys, candy.

As if he were still alive.

Every day Mrs. Bertrand visits Bartje.
Talking.

Playing. Eating.

What do you think of that?
That he's locked up like that?

-I find it disturbing.
-Locked up?

He's been dead a long time.

It's just sickly, ridiculous, and unhealthy.

Why aren't you saying anything?
Because you're angry.

Angry?

Want me to tell you something? You find it
normal because I coddle you like that too.

And do you know what you're good for?
Playing for such a loser in the morning.

Instead of sleeping.

Bye, Bartje.

If you find it distressing, say so.

Tell the kids I'm traveling for work?
No, never mind. I'll do it.

-Tonight.
-Why tonight?

I want to be sure you're leaving.
Not like last time...

when you were back by noon.

-Tell Bruno I'm not mad anymore.
-Why?

-What happened?
-Never mind.

Just tell him.

For God's sake, Marc.
Come back a bit calmer.

If you can.

-I don't feel like leaving anymore.
-Come on.

You're like this every time.
Your bag is packed.

Now go.

Are you leaving?

I have to travel for a while.

Why didn't you tell me?
-I came back to tell you.

But I couldn't find you.

Bye, Papa.

I can't take it anymore.

Look.

Next to her sits the goddess Athena.

On the Acropolis stands the temple
of Athena Lindia.

The first temple was built by Cleobulus
in the 5th century, before the war.

Below is the harbor where the
Apostle Paul landed in 52 AD.

In the rocks is an entrance to a church
honoring the twelve apostles.