All language subtitles for Gurov and Anna (2014) es

You must dig deeper still
to find true darkness

the one you already know
from which there is no return

Hold on!

I'll give you a push.

OK, stop, stop!

Hold on a second.

Are you alright?

Turn your wheels
a little bit to the left.

OK go!

Go!

"It's 3 degrees above freezing point,
and yet, it is snowing.

"said Gurov to his daughters.

'The thaw is only
on the surface of the Earth.

'There is quite a different temperature
at a greater height in the atmosphere.

Gurov had two lives:

one open, seen and known
by all who cared to know,

full of relative truths
and relative falsehood...

...and another life,

running its course in secret.

Everything that was essential,
of interest and of value to him,

everything in which he was sincere

and everything in which he did
not deceive himself...

Daddy!

...was hidden from other people.

Hi there, girls!

How are you?
Give me a kiss.

And all that was false
in him was exposed.

His hair was already
beginning to turn grey.

He had grown so much older,

so much plainer
during the last few years.

He fasted his hands
on Anna's shoulders,

warm and quivering.

Quivering, quivering...

I think I'm going to
stop seeing Philippe.

- What?
- My shrink.

I think I'm going
to stop seeing him.

Why?

I don't think
he's helping me anymore.

I told him about this dream I had.

I gotta piss.

We were meeting in the basement
of a hospital.

There were no walls,
no doors, nothing.

We were talking,

and I rolled closer and closer
to him on my chair-

we were sitting-

until our knees were touching,
like, interlaced.

You know?

You know what I mean?
- Yeah.

And then I asked him if he was gay,

but he didn't answer me.
I asked him again,

and still, he said nothing.

Do you think he's gay?

I don't know.

In my dream, I knew he was,
but I asked him anyway.

I wanted him to tell me.

And?

I climbed on top of him.

I straddled him,
and I was grinding him so...

I was trying to make him hard,
you know?

Hmm-hmm.

And then I said, "Mirror me now."

"Mirror me now”?

He stayed calm, unflinching.

Finally, he pushed me off of him,
really angry,

as if I'd betrayed him.

He was so disappointed in me.

OK, so, I'll be back on Thursday.

Don't kill my plants,
don't burn down my condo.

Good luck with Ms. Wce President.

I didn't know you'd started
shaving down there.

Me neither.

“He felt compassion for this life,

“still so warm and lovely,

"but probably already
not far from beginning to fade

“and wither like his own.

Why did she love him so much?

He always seemed to women
different from what he was,

and they loved in him
not himself,

but the man created
by their imagination,

whom they had eagerly been seeking
all their lives.

And afterwards,
when they noticed their mistake,

they loved him all the same.

But not one of them had been
happy with him.

Time passed.

“He got on with them, parted,

“but he had never once loved.

“It was anything you'd like
but not love.

“Only now, when his head was grey

“had he fallen properly really in love
for the first time in his life.

“Seemed as though, in a little while,

“a new and splendid life
would begin,

“but the most complicated
and difficult part of it

“was only just beginning.“

(applauses)

So, did you make love
to Ms. Wce President?

Sure did. She even asked me
to sit in her face.

In her face or on her face?

On her face.

- Classy.
- Yeah, not bad.

And have you started imagining
you have §I'Ds?

- I don't do that anymore.
- Want me to check?

- No, come on. This has to stop.
- Not now!

Stop! How will I explain this
to my next girlfriend?

- Not now!
- Stop it!

Most of the time, it seems like
Anna didn't even like Gurov.

She's always crying.

She's crying because
she doesn't want to love him

and not because
she doesn't love him.

- But he despises women.
- Where does it say that?

Well, he cheats on his wife.

Congratulations, you read
the synopsis.

Well he says they are
a lesser race.

But he also says Gurov is
at ease around women.

But how can you be at ease
around someone you hate?

- It's easy.
- How is that?

He's comfortable around
them because he despises them.

Like he's insecure.

OK...

Does anyone want to contest that?

Can you support your argument?

I was surprised to see you
at the reading the other night.

I was surprised
there weren't more of us,

the faculty.

I saw you come in and I got
really stressed suddenly.

Why is that?

Well, I thought
that you might catch on

that I didn't really understand
what I was reading.

You seemed confident enough.

I was hoping you could
clarify it for me.

Sure, which part?

Hold on, can I just read
it to you?

Yeah.

Anytime...

'The attitude of Anna SergueTevna,
the lady with the dog,

“to what had happened
was very grave

"as though it were her fault.

"Her face dropped and faded,

"and on both sides of it,
her hair hung down mournfully

“like the women who was a sinner
in an old fashion picture.

“It's wrong, she said,

“you will be the first
to despise me now.

'There was a watermelon
on the table.

"Gurov cut himself a slice
and began eating it without haste.

'There followed at least
half an hour of silence."

I'm missing something.

She's suffering, but
he doesn't feel any remorse.

Oh...

- Do you think he's callous?
- Callous?

Cruel?

No.

I just thought the image...

The juicy, pink pulp of the fruit,
he ate it slowly.

They're just what you're reading
and what it feels like you're reading.

Well you're reading whatever
it is you think you're reading.

You know, it's none of my business,

but if you want to work on your accent,
I could help.

- What's wrong with my accent?
- Nothing, it's just...

there.
- And? You have an accent too.

Can I use your password...
sorry!

Yes, Ian?

Can I use your password
for the copy machine?

3344.

Thank you. Sorry.

Well, thank you, sir.

Mercedes?

You didn't by any chance
leave something

outside my door this morning?

Hein?

This morning,
did you leave something on...

outside my door?

- Here?
- No, no.

You know what,
I'm sorry, never mind.

What was it?

- No, it's OK.
- What was it?

Nothing.

(sigh)

(bang) Ouchl!

(bang) Fuck!

Here.

I left two more in yourfreezer.

You'll be OK?

Were you in love with me?

Ah...

Come on!

No, seriously?

You're asking the wrong question.

Was I in love with you?

Nope

But that's OK.

It's nobody's fault.

I wasn't your uncle or your coach.

- Stop that..
- What?

- Stop pathologizing me.
- Well, it's true.

Anyway, you can't say
"pathologize" in French.

- Of course you can!
- OK, fine, you can.

I'll come back later
to help with that.

I have to get back to work.

Ohhen...

Hello, Johnny!

I applied
for the editor opening.

Oh, that's good.

They won't even interview me

because I never
finished my degree.

Translating is not so bad.

You could always
try McGill part time.

Hmm-hmm or I can go back
to the Sorbonne

and we could all live in Paris
for a while, be near my family.

If I go to Paris,
I can't be English chair.

Are you still writing
for the girls?

You know, we do have all the classics,
we have Milne, Rackham, Potter.

Harry, right?

OK, fine.

I'm not saying to stop.

- So what are you saying?
- I don't know.

Nothing, I guess.

You want to write
something for them too?

Or I can just read them Chekhov.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Mercedes. Are you OK?

I just wanted
to drop off my essay.

Follow me.

So what can I get you?

- Mint tea, please.
- Sure. And for yourself?

I'll have a jasmine tea, please.

Excellent.

You can relax.

Sorry?

I show up at your office
looking a little roughed up.

You're thinking:
my dad, my boyfriend?

I didn't assume. I just...
Well I couldn't ignore it.

And I didn't mean
to embarrass you.

I'm not embarrassed.

Are you;

So what happened?

I walked into a bookshelf.

Believe me,
I wish it was a euphemism.

Don't say that.

It would make for a better
story anyway.

Sorry to disappoint.

So you are, you're alright then?

How un-alright
would I have to be?

For what?

If you didn't understand
the Chekhov text,

why did you decide to read
it the other night?

Because my own stuff hasn't
quite made it into the canon.

I don't know.

I guess it seemed important.

It's the perfect short story.

I've been going back to it
most of my adult life.

So you write.

I IVY-

You? I mean, I know
you used to but still?

Yes. Hmm-hmm...

I'd love to read
your newer stuff.

Oh yeah? So you can
give me some feedback?

I'm sorry, I just...

Do you write in French?

- English.
- Oh yeah? Why is that?

I don't know.

It takes a lot longer...

a lot longer.

But it helps me to get out of...

I don't know.

Myself, I guess.

I want to have dinner with you.

I'll get the other side
if it helps.

- Don't do that.
- Yeah, not very appetizing.

It's always been
against my principles to...

fraternize with the students.

OR.

- What are you looking for?
- Oh nothing, just a...

What time are you
coming home tonight?

It's hard to say.
He just got his divorce papers.

So, he's in rough shape.

Could you try to be home for 10?

John will probably only be
shaving at 10.

We're feeding 8 people tomorrow.

I could really use a little help.

OK. I'll try.

And I have some good news too,
so...

OK, 1O o'clock sounds good.

If you tell me what you're looking for,
maybe I can help you.

It's just an old album
that John lent me in a passed life.

Which album?

Fingerprintz, Beat Noir.

That's under F.
It should be right in front of you.

Ah!

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

You want the other one?

Audrey thinks she's
writing a novel.

She wants to be a novelist too?

Not too.

I publish conference papers
and run a department

so she can pretend
she is the next Dan Brown.

Still, you wrote a great novel.

I wrote a middle list collection
of short stories, my friend.

That's all.

Are you two fighting a lot?

No. No, never.

We never fight.

'Ne...

pass each other in the stairs.

“Man and wife can't help quarrelling
if they love each other.“

Chekhov.

It's different for you.

Having kids sort of prevents you

from moving life's furniture
around so easily.

Sorry!

Hello!

What's your name?

Hein?

What's your name?

Mercedes!

What?

Mew}, !

You're welcome!

What are you drinking?

Red wine!

I'll be right back!

I've always wanted a scrappy hipster
from the Mile-End!

- No!
- Yeah!

No!

She's my student.
She's too young.

What's the age
of consent these days?

Oh, you got dibs!

OK, I've got to go.

I promised Audrey I'd help
her out with dinner tomorrow.

Go! Another IPA
and a glass of house red.

Get this one drunk.

'Hi!
'Hi!

I'm not going far, I'm just...

I can get back out if you want.

Where are you going?

Saint-Viateur and Casgrain, please.

What?

Say it.

I'm taken with you
as I think you know.

But I'm taken.

I have errands to run today,
so I brought the girls to Claire's.

Can you pick them up at 4.7

It's already 11:30.

OK, yeah.

I have to go to the office,
so I can get them later.

And three bottles of red, please.

Hello.

Hi. It's Benjamin Roberts.

Hi!

Hi!

(ding dong)

(knock knock)

Were you waiting
for me behind the door?

Come in.

It's a very nice place you have.

Thank you. You want some tea?

Please.

Vanilla or mint? Ginger?

Tension tamer?

Mint, please.

Looks like you're healing nicely.

- How do you pay for this place?
- My parents pay for it.

Somehow I forgot
that you would have parents.

How did I get here?

I brought you here.

(Tea kettle is boiling)

Leave it.

Is that OK?

Wait, wait...

"Oh no, not that
old guy, she thought.“

It's just...
What happens now?

You take off my clothes
and then?

I'm sorry.

Mercedes...

I can't remember the last time
I felt as alive

as I do right here
with you on the sofa.

It's OK. I won't undress you.
I'll...

I'll amputate myself
and we can be just friends.

(d ring d ring)

(d ring d ring)

(d ring d ring)

(d ring d ring)

How could Gurov have
eaten the watermelon?

Sorry, I...
Have you been waiting long?

How did your corrections go?

I haven't made a dent.

Oh! I thought
you were at school.

I was.

I'm hungover.

I was slow.

Should we bring anything tonight?

Ah shit!
I was supposed to get wine.

Richard will grab something good
from the cellar.

I can't hear.

I went to the office today.

OR“.

I had a meeting with that colleague
I introduced you to.

Last night...

Where did this meeting take place?

My colleague's office.

Well, that should work
out for all of you I guess.

Don't bait me.

Get laid. Get fired.
Move to Paris.

Why don't we get Audrey
in here and picture that.

I think it might be serious.

I've known you for 20 years.
You're not that guy.

It's too loud!

You're not eating?

Carina? Are you going to eat that?

OK, pass it over here.

Thanks!

Psst! Erika?

What is it?

It's for poor people!

Your place has never been
this clean before.

My grandmother died.

What? When?

Yesterday.

I'm sorry.

Can I do anything?

You could suck my dick.

Come on, I'm kidding.

- No, you're not.
- Come on. You know I'm kidding.

Not entirely.

A blowjobwoulddt hurt,

but I wouldn't really ask you to.

Not seriously.

Sorry, I'm not funny today.

Is there anything to drink?

- Is this from last year?
- Hmm-hmm.

- Were you expecting someone?
- No, that's from earlier.

You hate mint.

- How lung's that been going on?
- I just bought it today.

Guess you guys weren't that thirsty.

Come on!
Only old people drink mint tea.

You can't help yourself, can you?

Want me to go with you
to the funeral?

Yes.

Yeah, but they say most divorces
are caused by financial disputes.

Well Michel and Diana
aren't divorcing over money,

they're divorcing for the same reason
that Michele is fucking the tutor.

Why do men always have
to behave so despicably?

Keep me posted!

He's just joking.

No, it's just that
they don't love each other.

Apparently,

and this is just what I heard,
so take it or leave it, but...

while Stephane and Elise are bragging
about their renovations,

they haven't even paid
the contractor yet.

OK guys!

I have good news!

I finished my novel!

- Bravo!
- Congratulation s!

Thank you!

It's nicely done sweetheart!
It's great!

Thank you!

And I found an editor
who wants to publish it.

- Congratulation s!
- That's amazing!

Seriously?

- Hmm-hmm.
- Who is it?

It's Noir/Noire in Paris.

N 0 way!

A few month ago they asked
to read the manuscript

but I figured it was along shot
so I didn't say anything.

And I didn't want
to seem like a loser.

No, of course.

Here we are!

And they loved it

So, I have some editing to do,

but they want to launch it
in the summer.

This summer?

I can't wait to read it!

Even if it goes right
over my head.

Don't worry, it won't.

A toast!

To making dreams come true!

Congratulations, Audrey!
It's fantastic!

OK, stop, stop, stop.

OK, what's going on with you?

I hope that's not
Claire's influence.

What?

She did us a favour.

They're getting spoiled,
they don't know the value of a dollar.

A box is only 89 cents.

Hmm-hmm, yeah you're all more
than happy to spend my money.

OK, get out of me! Get out!

You're more than happy
to keep me from making my own.

Why aren't you interested in my dreams?

Sometimes I feel like
I'm talking to a child.

No, I sacrificed
my dreams a long time ago.

You were living in Paris
and you were with that asshole

and you were miserable
and I brought you over here

and I gave you a new life
and two beautiful girls.

So, that's it?
The end?

You know, if I finished my PhD,

I could earn more and we could
both have more time to write.

I'm going to take the girls
out of that private school

and put them in public.

I don't want them to turn
into egocentric snobs.

You keep everyone in this house
from having the education you have.

Who's the egocentric one?

Oh Ben, I was wondering if
you got the exam schedule yet?

Yes, yes I do actually.

I want to post my extra office hours
so they have no excuse.

- There you go!
- Thanks!

No problem!

Ah, Ben?

This is a student's class schedule.

Oh, weird.

Um, I don't know
how that got in there.

Hold on a second, I'm going...

It's OK, I'll get it
from you later.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Would you make me your
Mercedes chicken?

Of course.
Just let me pick up a few things.

OR.

Hey! Hi!

Where are you going?

And how would you like to pay?

Is cash OK?

Yes, but I'll still need your credit
card to complete the check-in.

For incidentals.

Do you have a credit card?

Why? What is it for?

It's for incidentals.
They won't actually use it.

It's just...

If we do this,

I'll have fucked a married man.

You're already
fucking a married man.

Why are you stopping? Keep going.

My dad's going to have
20 questions about this.

What?

9 dollars from a mini-bar
on a Wednesday afternoon.

Give that to me.

Knock it off!

What's this?

That's some of my new stuff.

New?

Mommy, Carina won't give me
the iPad!

It's still my turn!
- I'm coming!

Girls, I forgot my tea.
I'll be right back.

SQ?

What?

What do you think?

Oh...

It looks efficient.

Have you started your term paper?

I can't understand a thing.

I thought it seemed
pretty straightforward.

Sorry, I was trying to come up
with something interesting to say.

Oh!

Yeah. Totally confusing.

Yeah. Totally confusing.

Hey, if you explain
the assignment to me,

I'll buy you a slice of pizza.

Oh, fuck me.

- Oh, Professor!
- Hi, Dave!

Mercedes is here too!
You want to join us?

OK...

“And women like his wife,
capricious, unreflecting,

“domineering, unintelligent women

"no longer in their first youth.

“And when Gurov grew cold to them,

“their beauty excited his hatred

“and the lace on their linens
seemed to him like scales.“

You're right.
Beautiful story.

Don't be surprised by the $900 charge
from Air France on the AMEX.

What?

My editor wants to meet with me
and I'm going.

There's lasagna in the fridge.

There's lasagna in the fridge.

(ding dong)

Shit!

Yes?

Hi! It's Ben.

(knock knock)

Hi!

Hi!

Can I come in?

I just mapped the floor.

Come on.
I haven't seen you in a while.

It's dry there.

And?

How was your date with Dave?

I tried to help him
with the paper,

but I might havejust
confused him.

But I might havejust
confused him.

Could you concentrate
on ruining my life...

and let other guys
fuck-up on their own?

Jealous lover doesn't suit you.

I know, I'm sorry.

Your feet.

It's just...

I feel it's easy not to feel
jealous of other men

when I'm inside you.

And...

After not seeing each
other for a while,

all these inoffensive young boys
swirling around you

make me feel uneasy.

And?

Nothing.

I just wanted to see you.

Faster...

- Come on...
- No.

Phase... Phase.

No, I just mopped the floor.

I think she's slipping
away from me.

And not unconsciously either.

I mean strategically.

Good. So make a clean getaway.

- I'm in love with her.
Jesus!

Some young girl sucks your dick

and you unbuckle
all emotional restraints?

I can't lose her. I just can't.

You're dropping everything in your life
that's valuable and ordinary.

Exactly, it's ordinary.

- What's wrong with being ordinary?
- Nothing.

Let her go.

Episodes of CSI start like this.

Themes of boredom and futility
were probably inspired

by the serfs emancipation reform

in Russia in 1861.

That boredom

created a space of transcendence

for Gurov and Anna
when they are together.

But when...

...they are apart...

“Gurov kept walking up and down
the street by the fence,

“waiting for his chance.

“He loathed the grey fence
more and more

"and by now, he thought irritably that
Anna Sergueiévna had forgotten him,

"that she was perhaps already
amusing herself with someone else,

“and that was very natural
in a young woman

"who had nothing to look at
from morning 'til night,

“but that confounded fence."

David?

So, are we going to spend
all semester on a 25 page story?

Or...

Girls, come say bye to Mommy!

My darlings!
It's just for one week, OK?

Bring us with you!
We want to go to Paris, too.

Not this time, sweetheart.

I stocked the fridge.

Don't forget to eat.

OK, my darlings.

I love you!

SQ?

What are you guys going to do?

Girls?

I can't find my book,
have you seen it?

Which book?

- The one with the dog?
- Yeah!

No, I haven't seen it.

Where did you get that?

- Pass it to me.
- OK. Quick!

Dad?

Daddy!

What? What is it?

I don't feel good.

What's the matter?

Oh! Whoa! OK, OK.

Come with me.

Come here.
Let me wipe your face.

Sweetie, go back to bed,
your sister is not feeling well.

- Hello?
- Hi, hi, did I wake you?

No, no, what's wrong?

The girls are sick
and they won't stop throwing up

and I don't know what to do.

I don't even know where
the thermometer is.

OK it's in the Betty Boop lunch box
in my armoire

and there's ginger Gravel there too.

(knock knock)

ls everything OK?

How come I get to have
everything I want?

And I know it's
only for a minute.

And soon, everything around us
is going to go to hell.

What is it?

My favourite thing to eat
is left over Kraft Dinner...

...reheated with ketchup.

OR.

I have this bad habit
of biting my fingernails

and spitting them out
on the floor.

And I leave them there for a long time.

I let food go bad in my fridge.

I buy fifty-dol lar shampoo,
but don't have a job.

I have a stuffed dog in a drawer
named Johnny...

As in DEPP-

I've read all the Shopaholic books.

I'm self-centered,

insecure,

manipulative...
- Hey, hey, hey...

It's OK.

It's OK.

I'm trying to figure out whether
you think telling me these things

will make you less attractive to me

because you consider them
defects of character,

or more attractive

because telling them builds intimacy.

I thinkl already knew most
of these things about you anyway.

But I also know
that you're a miracle

of felicitous combination

and you'll probably go through life

both untroubled by
your extraordinary qualities

and surprised at the glamour
that they excite in other people.

And this,

among other things,

is why I love you.

That annoyed you.

- That didn't sound like a question.
- No.

It's not an exchange of hostages.

There's also the possibility
that the list was just a stylish way

of you saying goodbye to me.

If you've become so unhappy
to know me,

that you have to say goodbye,

don't do it like that.

My Anna.

You taste like liquorice.

What is it?

Hey, what is it?

I just feel really fu cked-u p.

Mercedes, you're young

and that comes with a harshness

both to yourself and to me.

It's a severe edge that life
has a way of sanding down.

We are going to be amazing.

I don't thinkl can.

Then what are you doing with me?

What are you doing to me?

What?

I told her.

What?

I told her.

You're lying.

I feel like I killed her.

How are your parents?

Oh, Dad is looking a little thin
but mom is compensating.

- And yourflight?
- I'm still cold.

We're at 30000 feet...

Why do they mm on the NU?

And...

Your novel?

Good!

Everything is signed and ready.

It should be released in the fall.

Ah, Professor Roberts!

You should come to this reading.

Thank you.

That looks stunning on you.

Special occasion?

Yes.

Slow down, please.

- Are you in a rush?
- No.

Christina has a guest pass
for yoga tonight.

I want to check it out.

Tonight's not good.

I told John I was going
to help him find a new place.

But the guest pass
is only good for tonight.

Well get a babysitter.
I've been with the girls all week.

I could use a break.

Parents don't get breaks.

Says the woman who goes to Paris
and spends her days novel writing.

Fine, whatever.

Did you ever find that album
you were looking for, for John?

Yeah, yeah thanks.

I'm going to go and...

Just going to get some milk.

"Henry woke up at almost zero hour

“in the cold morning house

“to the sound of his
oldest daughter Leslie,

"who had popped up out of sleep
to shout to her father

"that she had an insect
in her ear.

Your Anna Se rgu eTevna,

is she young?

Beautiful?

Intelligent?

You slept with her?

"Henry woke up at almost zero hour

“in the cold morning house

“to the sound of his
oldest daughter Leslie

"who had popped up out of sleep
to shout to her father

“that she had an insect
in her ear."

A university professor who's fucking
one of his students.

How original.

I'm going out.

Stay with the girls.

“Henry attended to her
and read to her

“and then looked after
his baby girl Sophie,

“who would not accept the pacifier

“and insisted on the bottle.

"And as she was drinking
and Henry was changing her diaper,

“he thought about Helen

“and they could never be together.

“And then Leslie in her sleep,
said very distinctly:

“that's not true.

“And glancing sideways at that galaxy
of guilt and disgrace,

“Henry could suddenly contemplate,
even calculate,

“the smash up, the carnage,

“perhaps even the surviving."

(applauses)

Could I have a chai latte, please?

- Su re.
- Thank you.

You write very well.

Thank you.

It's a sad story.

Painful.

Chamomile tea?

Yeah, that's mine.

- Hey!
- Hey!

- That was great.
- Ah thank you!

I got a table over here.

Have a good one.

Tell me what to say!

“Fuck you“;

'Thank you'?

Tell me what to say!

Tell me what I'm supposed
to feel because I don't know.

Jesus!

It's me, right?

Are you still writing about me?

Yes.

Read it to me.

- Which part?
- Whichever.

No! No.This part.

Here.

'To Henry,
it felt like hypocrisy.

Wanting to hold on
to the safe minimum dose of him,

"no matter how his vital signs
might flutter.

“She wanted, somehow,

"to put the genie
back in the bottle.

“She wanted, somehow,

"to be able to love him and
not love him at the same time.

“She wanted, somehow,

“to throw herself at the danger
and the pain of loving him

“but realized that what she needed

“was comfort and safety."

It's good.

It's good.

- Ben...
- It's OK. It's OK.

Not so hard.

(screams and cries of pain)

(screams and cries of pain)

You keep going on the 132.

You follow it all along,
all the way to the 198.

And then, suddenly, you'll see, it's
like the water rises to meet the sky..

The sky and the sea become one.

It's really beautiful.

It's really far.

I had a dream last night.

I was riding the Park 80 bus

The driver, a woman,

was new and learning.

Her instructor, another woman,

sat to her right and behind her

while another employee sat
behind her to her left.

All women, all talkative
and high spirited.

The bus stopped.

Children got on.

A little basket with morsels
of cake was passed around.

Some talk of buying wine.

A festive atmosphere.

Then, we were mounting
the slope towards Mont-Royal

and from over the crest
of the snowy park,

we saw people running towards us

And behind them, a helicopter.

The helicopter was shooting.

It was shooting at the running people.

And then, we saw it fire
rackets at the tall building

at Pan: et Des Pins,

and the snow of the park erupted

in huge blue flashes
of bombs going off.

And then the bus began to sway
and babies screamed.

Would it kill you
to say what you mean?

“Ben, it's over?"

“Ben, I've been phasing you
out of my feelings?"

“Ben, I don't love you anymore?

- Don't explain my actions to me!
- Explain them to me!

Explain them to me!

"Stop!
'No!

I wish I could give you some sense
of the things I see in you!

You love me, Mercedes!
You're running away!

Stop it! Shut the fuck up!

Stop what? Stop what?

Please, Mercedes, say it.

Say it.

Say it!
- Move, or I'll run you over!

We drove through
black clouds of smoke.

To our left,
the pavement was piled up

in a high ridge of broken slabs

The door of the bus opened

and panicking riders hurled
themselves out on the rushing road.

We were moving very fast.

The driver was now a man.

("It's war') a voice said.

And another:
“It's civil ma"

I woke up.