All language subtitles for Comeback.2025.eng

Hello, this is Naomi.

Hello?

I'm not here.
Leave a message after the beep. Beep.

Hi, Mum. It's me.

Are you back from Ibiza?

I saw you've got a gig here.

You didn't reply to my last texts.

Can you get back to me?
I'd like to see you. Bye.

Hey.

Come on. Let's go!

I'll make you a fried egg
with melted cheese.

- Have you heard from Mum?
- I do sometimes. Why?

I thought I saw
that she has a gig in Brussels.

I don't know about that.

Maybe something's wrong with her phone.

Your mum was going away for three weeks.
That was seven months ago.

Down to here, you're like me.
The rest is your mum's.

- What?
- Nothing.

What's that look for?

I don't know.
You have these... little piggy eyes.

What are you saying?

I'm off to the restaurant.

Hey?

- I'm off to the restaurant.
- Okay.

- What time will you be back?
- Around 1:30.

- Okay.
- All right? Hey?

- See you tomorrow?
- See you tomorrow.

Again.

Keep practising.
Don't stay up late, darling.

See you tomorrow.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- How old are you?
- 18.

- You're not 18.
- I'm with them.

- Is she with you guys?
- No.

Sorry. Move along.

Good evening. Good evening.

COMEBACK

Did you make that yourself?

Yes, we made up the dance together.
We watched some videos.

But Ava made the music.

Guys?

Go ahead, Yoko.

He had it coming. He always
wears T-shirts with bears on them.

He really does.

Look, Ava. Look at the new girl
giving it back to Schellens.

Schellens hates crop tops.

She told me off,
but my top wasn't too short.

Hey.

Can I hug you?

You've grown.

Beautiful girl.

I'm happy to see you.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

Okay.

- What?
- How long have you been back?

Not that long.

You didn't call.

I wanted to surprise you.

- I saw you.
- Yesterday?

I know. But I couldn't get away.

Yes, that's what I thought.

- Shall I take you home?
- I came by bike.

We'll worry about that tomorrow. Come.

Do you listen to these records sometimes?

Sometimes.

There are good ones in here.

Ugh... Awful.

- What was this guy's name again?
- Gunther.

Gunther. Hi, Gunther.

Wasn't he a goldfish?

Yes, but because it's so dark in here,
he turned white.

Really? So he adapted? That's mad.

Hello. Have you lost your tan?

I know all about that.

The power of the night.

Oh, I lost that.

It's from the album cover.

What do you think?

- Flashy.
- Flashy is good, right?

- Do you want to try it on?
- Hm...

It would look great on you.

- Try it on.
- No.

- Come on. Yes!
- No.

- Please?
- No.

Try it on!

Yes, yes, yes.
Come on, or I'll put it on you,

like when you were little. Come here.

Did you come up with that melody?

The power of the night.
The beat follows me.

The beat follows me.

Dad.

Mum is back.

She's got a gig here.
She picked me up from school.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- You've got highlights.
- I did those.

- Mum is performing tonight. Can I go?
- No, that's not for you.

Why not?
Mum likes it when I go with her.

Well, I don't.

- What are you wearing?
- Don't you recognise my outfit?

- I always used to go with you and mum.
- That was different.

- How?
- It just was, okay?

- It wasn't a problem then.
- Doom...

You can come too if you want,
if you don't trust it.

What the fuck, Naomi.

- What are you up to?
- Can we go outside for a moment?

Yes, I'd like that.

- Don't be angry, please. Not now.
- What, not now?

You were gone for seven months.
Do you know how that affected her?

I just want to do
something fun with her.

It would make me happy.
Or don't you want me to be happy?

I do want you to be happy.

Can't you do something normal?
Go to the cinema or have a lemonade.

- Like normal people.
- Boring!

- Come on.
- Boring!

You always have to go full throttle.
All or nothing.

I can't help it. Sorry.

- Stop saying sorry. Stop it.
- Sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Stop it.

Sorry.

- I miss us.
- Me too.

Give me your bag.

I don't know if this is a good idea.

I think it is. And it's fun.

- Just don't expect too much of it.
- I won't.

Je le veux, je ne le veux pas.

Je le veux...

Hi!

- Your taxi, madam.
- What?

Have a seat. Go on.

Oh my god.

Hey, whoa, Mum!

- Do I sleep on the floor?
- Yes, like you used to.

Won't I hear the music?

You always slept better backstage
than in your bed.

- True.
- I don't remember that.

We do. Eh?

Let me tidy this up.

Smells lovely in here.

- Always commenting.
- Ah, goofball. Stop that!

- Do you want a beer?
- Fuck you.

- Fourteen months, Naomi...
- Ah, sorry. Right.

Anyway... Feel free to grab a drink here.

Okay. Try it.

Leave her.

- And?
- It's okay.

- Okay? Feels like home a bit.
- Yes.

- It's like The Sheraton.
- I'll get a lamp.

If you want,
I'll come get you after my shift.

- No, it's okay.
- Sure?

Here.

Keep this on you.
It will open up all your chakras.

You don't have to wear it.
You can just keep it on you.

Almost.

All right.

I'm off.

There.

Scooch over.

Come.

Ah, we'll sleep well here. Come.

Ava! Wow, you've gotten tall.
You got so tall...

- Thirteen.
- Fourteen!

Oh, fourteen. Fourteen already.

Have one. It's free.
Or do you want to try this?

- Okay.
- No hurt in trying.

- You're nervous, eh?
- A little bit.

There's no need to be.

You can be yourself here.
No one will judge you.

- Look into the eyes.
- Cheers.

To the comeback of the mums.
It's never too late.

- You perform solo now?
- Absolutely.

- And Dominique?
- He became a chef.

- No way.
- Yes, he's totally changed.

We separated. Maybe you didn't know.
We're no longer together.

- Ah right.
- Yes, but it's okay. We get along.

- Solo, solo.
- Yes, solo.

What's that song?

It's a song
we always used to sing in the car.

I knew your mum when she and your dad
played together in Amour Über Alles.

They were so good.

Fuck... And now solo. Exciting, right?

But I'm glad she is doing well.

I also have days
when it gets dark in my head.

That's why she and I
get along so well, I think.

Ohlala!

Ava, this is Arno, my booker.

- Arno. This is my daughter, Ava.
- Hey.

Your mother is good, isn't she?

So good, eh?

- She is, too.
- Do you play?

Yes, and she's good. She's got talent.

Really? Do you want
to be as big as your mother?

- Hard work, huh?
- I know.

The nights... Wow.

- God, she looks like her father.
- Really? Like Doom?

- I disagree.
- Don't you like that?

- I don't know.
- He's a good musician, right?

Take good care of your mother.
She's happy when she can perform.

You're beautiful.
Sexy. Crazy in your head.

You'll make us go crazy. Go on.

Good, eh?

Ava?

Come on.

Amour Über Alles
xx Doom

- Mum?
- Ava?

- You're still awake?
- Yes, I can't sleep.

Just close your eyes.

I don't want you to leave.

- It's okay at Dad's, isn't it?
- Yes, but...

I just want to have more days like today.

Can't you take me with you to Ibiza?

- Okay.
- Really?

- Yes, but I want to sleep now.
- Okay.

Hi, Dad. Why did you call?

But I'm calling you now.

Oh, uhm... Good.

Nothing. We're having
breakfast, actually.

Mum has things planned.

Uh, I don't know. Just things.

Mum? Can we go do something?

Get up.

Stop. I just want to sleep.

Dad? I need to go.
We've got stuff to do.

No.

Mum wants to drop me
off before she leaves.

Bye.

So is he her new boyfriend?

He's a friend.

Do they kiss?

He's just her booker, I think.

- Will he be there next time you see her?
- I think so.

Must be nice to have
parents who play music.

It's just my mum who performs now.

- Are you sad that they split up?
- No... not really.

Why does she live in Ibiza?

Because she's working on her music.

- Is she coming to our performance?
- I think so.

Like this.

Like that. And then with this leg...

- Like this?
- Yes.

- Sorry.
- Hang on. Okay, wait. Again.

- Do you know something?
- With your arms maybe.

Nice.

Run backwards. And then...
So we've just done this...

We could... cross. Open.

And up, like this.

Cross...

Ava, look at this screen.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You okay?

That's this one. Just follow the rhythm.

Hold it. And press play.

Yes, okay, that one feels good.
It's not quite there.

Can you hear it lags behind?
So turn this until it aligns.

Yes. Turn it, turn it.

And...

- Je le veux...
- Naomi?

Je ne le veux pas. Je le veux.

- Je ne le veux plus.
- You remember it.

- Hey?
- Je ne le veux pas.

That's the producer
who wants to meet you.

- Be right there.
- He came especially for you.

- Okay.
- It's an opportunity.

I'm coming.

- All right.
- Okay?

- Are you free tomorrow?
- Why?

I want to take you somewhere.

- Where?
- You'll see.

Yes, coming.

Right.

Sorry.

- Naomi, Maurice.
- All right?

He saw you play
and he thought it was really amazing.

Je le sais. Je ne le sais pas.
Oui ou non. Oui ou non.

- It's your turn.
- No.

- Yes. Come on.
- No, Mum.

You can do it. Yes. Hold it close.

Je le crois. You can do it.

- Come on.
- Je le crois. Je ne le crois pas.

Je le crois. Je ne le crois plus.

Oui ou non. Que c'est bon.
Oui ou non. Que c'est con.

Que c'est bon.

Que c'est con.

Je le veux. Je ne le veux pas.

- Je le veux.
- Have you been up for long?

Don't give me that look.

- You were going to show me something?
- It's too late now.

Too late? It's never too late.

- Shall we go?
- No, it's too late.

Come on.

Come. Come on.

So what do you do around here?

- Nothing, really.
- Nothing? Blissful.

- And always alone?
- No, not always.

- Aren't there loads of ticks here?
- Don't know.

It's so quiet here.

I don't cope with silence very well.

That's because
my mum couldn't stand noise, so...

Especially on weekends,
when she had worked,

it had to be very quiet.

- No, Mum. That's embarrassing.
- No, it isn't.

I snuck downstairs. There was
a piano in the bar. A very old one.

And I would play it
without pressing the keys.

And for me,
it produced the most beautiful melodies.

I was the most fantastic
master piano player.

Yes!

Hello!

- Where were you?
- What?

- I couldn't reach you.
- I was just...

- Dalia will take over your set.
- I'm not late, am I?

- Why didn't you pick up?
- I'm here.

- Dalia is here now.
- That's not okay. They booked me.

I had to do something.
I didn't know if you were coming.

- That's bullshit.
- You put me in the shit.

Naomi...

You're fucking it up.

Can't I do what I want
with my daughter during the day?

- Can your dad pick you up?
- That's not...

- It's okay.
- Do you want to play or not?

I'll check if Dalia wants to do
a back-to-back with you.

When we go to Ibiza, I'll be your booker.

- You?
- Hm-hm. I'll book only the best gigs.

And I'll make you a fried egg every day.

I'll take good care of you.

I can look after myself.

- But I want to.
- I don't.

Hey.

- You okay, darling?
- Yes.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Come on.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

- Hey?
- I'm really trying my best.

What do you mean, your best?
You don't have to do your best.

You have to do what you want.

People who try their best
are self-conscious.

You just have to follow your gut.

- Promise? Never, ever...
- Never.

Never, ever, ever our best.

Let's go.

Am I lying? I gave you a chance
and you wasted it, Naomi.

You did know.

If you want to be here, then be here.

One fucking weekend alone with her
is too much for you.

Hey. Want to join me?

I heard you on the phone.
Everything is okay, you know.

Don't be angry with her.

Look... It's okay to be angry
with your mum sometimes.

There is no reason to be angry with her.

She likes me being there
and I want it that way.

Your mum is like a fish.

You'll never be able to catch her.

She is always going to slip away.

Sit down for a sec.

Hold my hand.

Stronger. I want to feel your energy.

Harder. Oww!

Cheeky monkey.

Come on.

Say fuck.

- Fuck.
- Louder.

- Fuck!
- Fuck!

- Yes.
- Louder.

- No.
- Louder.

Ava, louder.

Let it out.

- Do it. Do it!
- Fuck!

- What?
- Fuck!

Yeah!

Ava?

Ava, your mum's over there.

What are you doing here?
You can't be here.

I've been texting you,
but you never reply.

Arno means well.
He just wants me to focus on one thing.

And he is right.
I can't do two things at once.

Okay? You have to allow me that.

You have to...
I have to give this a chance or...

All right!

- No, that's not an answer.
- Go to Arno. Go to Ibiza.

Go. Just leave. Have fun!

Okay, shh. Don't shout.

Who's that?

- Yoko.
- She's cool. Is she a friend of yours?

We're both... We're rehearsing together.

- You're going to perform?
- Yes, at an open stage.

- Why don't I know this?
- It's nothing special.

- It's very special. When is it?
- In a month.

- Can I come?
- Really?

Yes. I would like to come.
I want to see you perform.

- Can I? Can I? Can I?
- Okay, if you want to.

- Yes, I want to.
- Okay.

Everything will be better in Ibiza. Okay?

I have to go.

Bye.

Yes. Yes. Yes, that's good.

Just support it from your belly.

Like that. Use your index finger.
And then the other. No. No.

And this one here. And this one there.

- I sound like a train.
- Yes.

No, it's not bad.
Continue. Support it well.

Yes. Yes. What? That's great. Continue.

Oh dear.

THE POWER

THE POWER OF THE NIGHT

Would you rather perform with her?

No.

Okay, we wander around.

In different directions.

No straight lines.

Still no touching each other, okay?

It doesn't matter. I won't be angry.

- I don't want to.
- I can perform on my own.

All directions. Go on.

And fast. Come on.

- And your dad will stay here?
- I think so.

Won't he miss you?

- He's different. He will always be here.
- Okay.

- It's a shame you're leaving.
- I'll be back.

- I let myself go.
- I look for my flow.

The power of the night.

When did you write this?

I don't know. At night, I guess.

Breathe under fire,
whisper in the darkness.

Worries are hidden.

- Hidden in the night.
- The power!

- The power of the night.
- The power of the night!

I let myself go. I look for my flow.

This is great.

Thank you.

It's really beautiful.

Why don't you hang out
with people your own age?

I don't know. I like you.
What are you doing tomorrow after school?

- Just chilling with friends.
- Where do you go?

- Why? Do you want to come?
- Yes. Maybe. Sounds fun.

She's a super nice girl.
She makes music.

Okay.

- Cool.
- Ava?

- Scared, Potter?
- Draco.

I can do Hermione. Hang on.

- Hermione.
- I'm not an owl, Ron.

Your turn. Show your talent.

Yes. Show your talent.

He lives here with his mum,
but she's rarely home.

In one of these blocks. Mirthe is my
girlfriend, but I'm sure you knew that.

Not that it matters,
but she can be a live wire sometimes.

But that's fun.

Your mum is a DJ.
How fucking cool is that?

Why wasn't that the first thing
you told us?

My mum, not to be rude,

but she's a frump.
She works at the supermarket.

Nothing wrong with that.

But how cool is it
that your mum is a fucking techno DJ

- in Amour Über Alles?
- That's cool.

No offence,
but I wouldn't have guessed it.

You look a bit like your mum,
but you don't have the same style.

No.

Are you trying hard
not to look like your mum?

- Or can't you wear her clothes?
- I don't know...

My mum's only got beige cardigans, so
I don't care if I can't take her clothes.

But if your mum were my mum,
I would steal some of her clothes.

- Want a sip?
- Sure.

- Don't tell your mum.
- No.

It's Rilatine. It feels like
you've had five Red Bulls. Nothing bad.

Ava, do you think
we could go to the club with your mum?

That would be so fucking cool.
Hanging out with your mum.

And back.

We can't all fit in here.

- Did you hear from your mum?
- No, but she promised she would be there.

I'll be there anyway.

I may not be as stylish as I used to be,
but I still got it.

- Stylish. Seriously?
- What?

Hey, but...
You have to dye the ends, though.

- Yes, the ends.
- The other ends. At the bottom.

- You watch it.
- No, but it's good.

Come on, Ava. Don't mess it up.

- Are you stressed?
- A little.

It'll be fine.

Sorry.

Has Ava been on yet?

Sorry.

The power
The power of the night

I let myself go
I look for my flow

The power
The power of the night

I let myself go
I look for my flow

Breathe under fire
Whisper in the darkness

Worries are hidden
Hidden in the night

Breathe under fire
Whisper in the darkness

Worries are hidden
Hidden in the night

The power
The power of the night

I let myself go
I look for my flow

What are you doing here?

I saw you.
You were really good. I'm proud of you.

- Thank you.
- Really.

That tune you played.

That's an old one of ours.
We always played it together.

Want to do something later?

Mum planned something.
We're going to celebrate.

- Maybe we can do something together?
- Don't overcomplicate things.

Mum came from Ibiza especially
and Yoko and the others are coming, too.

Okay. Anyway...

I'm going back to my seat.

We are the same. I can see it.

- Can I...
- Whoa!

- Is that okay?
- Yes, you can.

- I want to change. Is that okay?
- Yes.

A to the V to the A to the V
to the club.

It's fucking epic that your mum
is coming along to your first party.

- It's your first time going to the club.
- The first time, with your mum.

She only wants me to come
so she can get in.

No. You're my friend.

Lick first, then tap
with your hand on it,

drink and then your lemon.

- One, two, three.
- No, no, no.

Are you okay?

Relax.

Hey.

When I was pregnant,
I wanted to kiss everyone.

I just wanted to make out with everyone.
Women, men. I didn't care.

But I didn't know I was pregnant,
so I wondered why I was so horny.

I got it on with everyone.

And not just that. That old
feeling of being free is back, too.

Of only having to think of yourself,
and no one else.

It's so liberating sometimes.

It's a feeling... It
can all be so simple.

It has nothing to do with her.
She's my baby, but man, the freedom...

That's bliss, too!

Are you okay?

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Want a drink?

You look a bit serious, Ava.

That's not my intention.

Are you having fun?

You have to learn to hide it better.

Like me.

I'm not often serious.

If I were serious,
everything would collapse.

So I wait.

We are waiting for people
who will never show up.

But it's not our fault
that we want too much.

That we want to get too close.

The ones we love the most
always slip away.

You'll never catch them.

Yes, yes, yes.

Go like this.
You want a longer fringe, right?

Ah, what would I look
like with long hair?

I'd look like someone
from the mountains, don't you think?

And you with a long fringe.

- Louise Brooks.
- Louise Brooks.

Try that.

- Wait.
- That's beautiful.

- Oh look.
- I've never had hair that long.

- Oh wow.
- That's so beautiful.

Why don't you be my mum?

Ava, what happened?

- Nothing.
- Have you been drinking?

No.

- How did you get home?
- By bus. And then I walked.

Goddammit. I spoke to your mum.

You can't just stay out late.
You didn't even let me know.

- My phone died.
- My phone died...

J'en ai marre. I'm sick of it.

I just don't feel well.

You won't go out
with your mum anymore.

- She likes having me there.
- Yeah, right.

She does!
Mum travelled especially to see me.

- Go to bed.
- You don't get it.

I do. Just go to bed!

Mum is different.
She is working on her music.

- Why?
- Just because.

No, not just because. Why?

That's what she's good at.

Because she doesn't fucking
want to be here, that's why.

Mum loves me and I love her.

We're going to Ibiza together,
and we're not coming back.

Dad?

What's wrong?

- We are leaving.
- Where to?

Ibiza.

I understand if you're angry with me.

It's just that when Dad broke up with me,
I wasn't well.

You may remember that.

I...

I felt... I couldn't get away or I was...

I didn't exist or something. You know?

And I couldn't be there for you either.

A friend suggested
that I crash at his place

and that was a way out.

I asked Dad to tell you
that I was in Ibiza for work.

That seemed less painful for you.

And I'd seem like a less bad mother.

It all took much longer than I intended.

But now things are going
better with Arno and the music,

with me, and with us,

you could come and live with me,
if you wanted?

Alternating weeks with Dad or something.

It's not Ibiza, but...

we will be together a little more.

What do you think?

She had to tell you herself.
Do you understand?

It's not you.

Your mum has to make a choice.

I know.

What did Mum actually tell you?

That I could also live with her.

Open the fucking door, Naomi!

- What's wrong?
- Is she supposed to live here?

What's this?

Is this her food for later?

Is she going to sleep in there?

Eh? Is that her room?

- How dare you?
- What the fucking fuck, Naomi?

Is this a place to raise your child in?

- You're going to tell her.
- What?

- I can try again.
- Just be fucking honest!

Mum, you don't have to.

It's better for you to stay with Dad.

- Mum...
- Yes. This is no place for you.

- Yes, it is.
- Look at me.

I want you to leave.

Just leave. Just leave, please.
Both of you. Go.

I was doing better.

So, please, go away.

I don't want you here.

I want you to leave.

You're draining me.

Leave! Just leave!

You too!

Ava, I...

I want to stay with you tonight.

I can cancel my shift.

- No, that's okay.
- I can call my boss, if you want.

No.

Come with me. Ava, come.

- Let go of me!
- Not now.

Hey. Come here!

- Let go!
- You're coming with me.

- Arno!
- Stop!

Let go of her. Sorry. Sorry...

- Ava.
- Fuck you.

- Ava?
- You're crazy.

Ava?

Leave me alone.

Stop.

Darling...

- Come on. Let me hold you.
- Leave me alone.

- Let me just give you a hold.
- Stop.

Come on.

Hey, Ava. Hi, sweetie. It's me.
We haven't spoken for a few weeks.

I wanted to give you some space.
I figured that was best.

But I'd really like to see you.
I want to know how you are doing.

If you don't want to
see me, I understand.

But let me know, okay, maybe?

Bye. Love you.

Want to join me?

Good one.

Remember that white goldfish
that turned gold?

- He's dead.
- Oh no.

Yes.

Ask me why.

Do I want to know?

Apparently,
goldfish can eat themselves to death.

They continue to eat until they die.

Gobblers.

I spoke to your mum.

I told her she can pick you up
from school.

You didn't ask me anything.

Listen, your mum does
weird shit sometimes.

And at times,
it can be really unfair of her.

But she loves you.
That's the most important thing.

Are you happy with me?

Are you with me?

If I had a daughter like me,

I would love her.

But would I be happy?

Really happy?

I don't know.

You're the best.

I mean it.

You look different.

Nice, I mean.

Ava?

I've moved. I'm renting a two-bedroom
apartment and I was thinking...

Maybe you want to come and live
with me too, half and half.

- I spoke to Dad and...
- I'm staying with Dad.

It's not you.

There are people who...

are scared of dying.
I'm scared of waking up,

always being the same
and experiencing the same things...

You're not like that.

You got that from your dad.

That's good.

You got the best of both of us.