All language subtitles for The.Vertical.Ray.of.the.Sun.2000

THE VERTICAL RAY OF THE SUN

Li�n, wake up.

Little sister! Get up!

Li�n, it's late.

Let me sleep
a bit more.

No way.
Today is Mum's memorial.

You have to help big sisters
in the kitchen.

Remember yesterday when
we were in Cha Ca Street?

It was crowded.
And I had a weird feeling.

What?

I thought that people
mistook us for a couple.

Haven't you ever
noticed that?

No.

In fact...

maybe that's how people
always see us.

Knock it off.
Go wash up.

Let's go, big brother.

Hurry up, I'm starving.

- Sit opposite me.
- Let me sit next to you...

so we see the same things.

You're horrible.

You never do what I want.

We look good together, right?

- Don't talk rubbish.
- What for?

- We were made for each other.
- Everyone knows you're my sister.

Better think about what to buy
with big sisters instead.

I don't decide what we're eating.
It's always the traditional dishes.

Exactly.
So don't forget anything.

I'm sick of running to the market
for two lemons.

Probably a couple
of shallots.

- What?
- Nothing.

Khanh, do I throw out the seeds?

No, cook the rice with it,
it will be nicer.

And the p�t�?
One inch or two?

- Let's see. Too thick.
- One inch is fine.

Agreed.
Li�n, those shallots shoots?

My God, I forgot.

- Ki�n could buy some.
- Let your husband be.

Writers only know
about the human soul.

He can't tell shallots
from chives.

But my husband,
he knows his plants.

You're right.

You should send Hai,
he'd love to do it.

Okay, if the elders are chatting,
I'll send little brother.

I photographed
this fruit in Hu�.

I'll spare you
its scientific name.

It's eaten with pickled prawns.
You only find it in Hu�.

Hai!

Go buy some shallots!
Li�n says you love the market.

Yes, that's right.
Ki�n, can I take your bike?

- Is the caf� open?
- No, only from six o'clock.

Auntie Mai,
bring me two trays.

Yes, right away.

Qu�c, the other day you said
that apart from business...

you take photos for yourself.
Why don't you show them?

I'd really like to see them.

I'm not happy with them.

I say that because, in your photos
for the Botanical Society...

there are no faces.

And in your personal photos
there are?

Yes, of course.

They are mostly portraits.

But I think photos of plants
give me greater pleasure.

In them, there is a tranquility
you can't find in a face.

It's tranquility
I look for in a photograph.

I think I get you.

But all the same,
in my opinion...

you have a real problem
with faces.

I will demonstrate that your
opinion is a writer's fantasy.

This is my favorite part.

It's strange. Satisfying and
disgusting at the same time.

It's true. We women are
condemned to disgusting things.

In the old days,
we couldn't touch a man's head.

That noble part of the body
must not be soiled by our hands.

but men have always liked
and allowed us...

...to touch another thing.
- Exactly.

So is that thing
considered noble?

We must conclude that it isn't
since we're allowed to touch it.

- It must be classified as disgusting.
- I don't find it so very disgusting.

- On the contrary.
- What do you mean?

Oh, well... you could call it
a culinary fantasy.

What?

Listen, I always
thought that...

fried with a little garlic,
it must have an amazing texture.

Both tender and crunchy.

It's not easy to talk about
a photo point-blank.

I'd accept that excuse
from anyone...

but not from a writer.
Words are your business.

You exaggerate.

Are you open, Qu�c?

- Oh, hello, Ki�n.
- Come in, To�n.

- Li�n will make you a coffee.
- No, I just came to say hello.

So, Ki�n, when is your first novel
coming out?

Oh, there's no hurry.
I'm working on it.

- But it's going well?
- In fact, I'm nearly finished.

There's little left to write,
but I'm blocked.

It's about an encounter.

Usually, that happens
at the beginning or in the middle.

But here, it's at the end.

The protagonist meets a woman.

I want to write it concisely
and end abruptly.

I can't wait to read it.

- Big brother To�n.
- Big sister Li�n.

An iced coffee?

Make up your minds, you two,
it's getting ridiculous.

She calls you "big brother" and
you call her "big sister".

It can't be.
It's actually absurd.

- What's the problem?
- We were born the same day.

- What time were you born?
- That's it, I don't know.

I know when I was,
but it doesn't help.

- Nobody knows at home?
- No, nobody.

Sorry, I have to help
my sisters in the kitchen.

If you find a solution
let me know...

and I'll stick to it.

Look, here's how I see it.
She already calls you "big brother".

Call her "little sister"
like husbands and wives do.

Who says I want
to marry her?

- Just look at you.
- What are you talking about?

The boy wants to marry
our sister-in-law.

Oh, yeah?

Easy as a pie. Betel leaves
and arec nuts for the engagement...

then a wedding
6 months later.

But first he must learn to say
"little sister Li�n".

Okay, stop teasing me.

Where have you been,
Little Mouse?

I went for a walk
and I'm going to see Mommy.

Gorgeous.
Not a crack in the skin.

Let's decorate the altar
for the ceremony.

The incense is burnt.
Let's carve the chicken.

Taste this wine, Uncle.

What luck! I was afraid
you couldn't make it.

The memorial meal
is a success.

We're hopeless. We should've
learned with our mother.

Not at all. You're almost
as good as she was.

Uncle Tung hasn't aged,
has he?

Want some water?

Hai, want some?

- I ate too much, didn't you?
- Yes.

Me too.

- I don't think I'll eat tonight.
- Me neither.

What would you say
to some snails in ginger?

- Now, that I could eat.
- Me too, come to think of it.

Good, that's settled.

- Shall we continue?
- Start with the registry office.

So I was saying that Ki�n
became more and more interested...

as he discovered new clues.

After examining the register and
putting aside the unlikely ones...

he arrived at the theory
that Mother's To�n...

was a certain Phan Ch�u To�n.

They were at the same school for
5 years, which supports his theory.

Then it must be that To�n.

Why only 5 years?

Because To�n died of starvation in
'43 during the Japanese occupation.

Mommy was 14 then.

So it was a schoolgirl crush?

Hang on, it's a theory,
not a certainty.

Ki�n hasn't checked
with this To�n's family yet.

They moved to Saigon in'54.

He'll have to go to Saigon. And be
lucky enough to find a relative...

who may have got wind
of this love story.

It can only be this To�n.

I say that because
according to this theory...

it's a case of puppy love.

At the end, when
Mum wasn't all there...

and mistook Dad for To�n,
she was reliving her childhood.

That's why she spoke to him
like a shy little girl.

she told him that she loved
him so innocently...

that it brought tears
to Dad's eyes.

Like I said, this
is only a theory.

And I tell you that Ki�n's research
will confirm what I believe.

It can't be otherwise.
It's obvious.

Me, too...

I believe this version
of the story.

Our mother could never
have loved any man...

but Daddy.

I know in my heart
that she was faithful.

I'm sure of it.

Dad and Mum were always together,
they were inseparable.

The proof is that
a month after Mum died...

he followed her.

There's something perfect
about their relationship.

And remember what we've
said a thousand times.

Mum was one month
older than Dad.

He died one month after her...

which means that they lived
almost the same lifetime...

give or take an hour...

by our reckoning.

Poor Daddy.
I wonder how much he suffered.

If he had known that To�n was a
crush, it would have been different.

We should ask Ki�n
to stop looking.

- What to you think?
- Li�n's right. He must stop.

He'll be disappointed.

Here come the snails.

Bring us some napkins.

Please, Suong.

Li�n, To�n wants something.

- I'll go see.
- To�n has the worst name on earth.

I find Gu�c so proper, so perfect,
he's almost bland.

It's as if every desire
had deserted his body.

Some live out
their fantasies.

Others, like me, are content
to write about them.

But Qu�c is 100% fantasy free.
Not an ounce of imagination.

Anyway, Suong told me
that she's not satisfied.

How do you mean?

You know.

- I'm not surprised.
- Don't show off.

You've got work to do
in that department.

How annoying.
You moved it.

- Should I put it back?
- Absolutely not!

Just when did you
get in my bed?

In the middle of the night,
I was cold.

Next time, I'll
chuck you on the floor.

You know you'd
never do that.

Because of you, I fell
out of bed this morning.

Forgive me, big brother.

It's not nice to fall
out of bed.

Oh, poor you...

What do you want to eat?
Sticky rice?

Excuse me? Two portions for
my brother and one for me.

Daddy's going away.
He'll be back in a few days.

See Daddy over there?

- When is Qu�c coming back?
- In two weeks.

The radio says it will rain.
What do you think?

Yes, it looks like it.

Little Mouse!

I gave an errand this afternoon,
I'll be back around 5 o'clock.

I'm pregnant.

Is that right?
Are you sure?

It's strange. All of a sudden,
I'm exhausted.

I think I'll take a nap.

You go sleep.
I'll wake you up for lunch.

You're white as a sheet.

Remember the last time
I was like this?

Yes, when I said
I would marry you.

Have you told your sisters?

Not yet.
It's our secret.

Let's keep it
for a month or two, okay?

- Mum, can I draw?
- Yes, go ahead.

- Where?
- On the wall, if you want.

Li�n...

- Yes?
- I'm going out now.

I'll be back
around 5 o'clock.

Okay.

Little Mouse, come here.

I want us to talk.

I can't take it anymore.
This vow of silence...

I can't stand it anymore.

We meet again.

We love each other
without a word.

I know nothing
of your life now.

I miss the days
when all we did was talk.

If you don't speak,
I'll go crazy.

I can't stop looking
at your lips.

Have you noticed?

I want to see them move.

You want to
tell me something?

If...

you...

speak...

one...

more...

time...

we...

won't...

see...

each...

other...

ever...

again.

You're serious?

Okay.
I'll stop talking.

But give in just once.

I want you
to say my name.

Tu�n. Say it.

Tu�n.

Is that the thirteenth shot?

Yes.

- Nh�n, want some water?
- Yes, please.

I could do with some food.

There's nothing to eat.

Are they biting?

Big brother Hai...

turn off the alarm.

What about you?

I'm smoking because
it's raining.

In fact, I don't
really smoke.

The new painting,
is it Vu's self-portrait?

This place is turning
into a museum.

- I fell out of bed again.
- Oh, poor you.

In the middle of the night.

I didn't hear you
get up this morning.

Makes sense.
I slept in your bed.

Oh, so that's why.

You took up all the room in my bed.
I had to sleep in yours.

I'm sorry.

- Will you do my nails?
- Bring me the file and clippers.

Good thing that it's raining.
I have a scene in the rain tonight.

What type of part?

The usual. A tiny part
that they edit out.

- Don't be silly.
- I'm not being silly.

This will be my 17th film.

17 tiny parts that
nobody notices.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself
and tell me what happens instead.

Okay. Here goes...

I'm the heroine's
one night stand.

I'm a mistake in her life.

A meaningless affair for her.

Nothing but the memory
of a farewell in the rain.

That's the scene we're
shooting tonight.

- A parting in the rain?
- I know...

Don't tell me you've
seen it a hundred times.

- That would be true.
- No.

- It's lovely a farewell in the rain.
- You think so?

Yes, I mean it.
I really think so.

- I want to play the scene with you.
- I haven't finished your nails.

It doesn't matter.
We'll do it later.

So you're my
one night stand.

A mistake in my life.
So, what are my lines?

- You don't say anything.
- And you?

I don't speak either.
There's no dialogue.

Then what does it say
in the script?

You have your back to me,
you look ahead of you.

No, you look down.

I pull you by the arm, you turn
around and we look at each other.

Okay. Wait.

I'm ready.

I'm ready.

I'm hungry. The rain gives me
a taste for boiled sweet potatoes.

You know...

I'm having trouble
ending my novel.

Finding out about your mother's
To�n would do me good.

It would take me
away from the book...

so I'd return with
a fresh outlook.

I think it's a good idea.

What do you say?

I'll only be in Saigon
for a week.

Your nails are too long.
I'll cut them for you.

Don't worry. M�i and
Auntie Mai will manage.

But there are a lot
of customers in the caf�.

I told M�i to call
if she needs help.

It's getting in my eyes.

I've finished your nails.

- Little Mouse, do you want some ch�?
- Yes, some ch�.

- What are you doing in the rain?
- Looking for Ho�. Have you seen him?

He wasn't in the class.
Did you try his place?

- Yes.
- And Caf� Quynh? He could be there.

- Thanks. Is Caf� Quynh that way?
- I'll take you.

- Ah, Ninh. Hello.
- Li�n.

- How are you?
- I'm looking for Ho�.

- Want to come in?
- I'm too wet. Have you seen Ho�?

- Did you try his place?
- Yes, an hour ago.

With this rain, if you don't
find him at his place...

...you should go home.
- Thanks...

but I'll wait outside his place.
You never know.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Did Li�n leave?

She's still downstairs.

Listen, Ho�, I'm warning you,
I won't help you anymore.

I think it stinks.
Li�n doesn't deserve it.

- What did she do to you?
- I don't know.

Just a feeling.

I'm older than she is.

But she seems more
mature than me.

I still don't follow you.

You're my best friend.

I'm not ashamed
to tell you.

I think she dominates me.

You're an idiot!

Just now, I asked Li�n to come in.
Luckily, she refused.

Ho� heard you were waiting here.
He's busy, he can't make it.

He'll meet you tomorrow.
Three o'clock at the Caf� Quynh.

Thanks, Nghia.
Three o'clock tomorrow, then.

- That's right. Bye, Li�n.
- Yes, thanks.

Let's go, Li�n.

Hai, let's go this way.

- Give me some.
- Dream on!

Hai, look.
You didn't believe me.

They think we're a couple.

Big brother, I'm so sleepy.

We'll go home
when it lets up.

That's lucky! Cyclo!

No one lives here?

No, not a soul.

This place would suit me.

Not me, it's too sad.

I don't think so.

One should live where one's
soul is in harmony.

Where it is in accord
with its surroundings.

Harmony can sometimes
be a consolation.

I didn't realize
you were so unhappy.

I know that living here
isn't the solution.

Right now, I'm torn
between two places...

that pull me
with equal force.

If I choose one place...

even temporarily...

I feel guilty toward
the other one.

With time,
a guilty conscience...

turns into sadness.

I'm sorry that
I can't help you.

What do you do when
sadness overwhelms you?

I go down to the village to look for
a woman and I snuggle up to her.

One of them is sweet
and she likes me a lot.

When I'm sad
I send for her...

and I lie down beside her.

That warm, damp flesh...

those soft hairs...

All of a sudden...

a terrible pain
crosses my chest.

Then I thank heaven
and I fall asleep.

If I have the bad luck
to wake in the night...

and find her at my side...

the sadness I feel then,
nothing can make it go away.

Flight VN 183 from Hanoi...

to Ho Chi Minh City.

Flight time is
one hour and 45 minutes.

We wish you
a pleasant flight.

This is Bui Kim Ng�n.
Did you reserve room 324 for me?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Don't move a muscle.

I'm going back to Hanoi tomorrow.
I must speak to Suong.

Are you sure it's the
right thing to do?

I don't know, but I must.

I don't want to stop you.

For four years...

I've held my breath.

Both here and in Hanoi.

The burden on your heart...

I'm afraid of losing the moments
when we are together.

I must speak to Suong.

Then leave tomorrow.

But don't promise
me anything.

I'll wait for you.

If you come back...

it will make me happy.

Ki�n!

Hi�n? It's been ages!

Big sister...

can I ask you a question?

Yes.

It's very important to me.

So please answer even if it's
an indiscreet question.

Okay, go ahead.

Has the...

idea of cheating on Qu�c
ever crossed your mind?

Why do you ask me that?

Just because.

I was wondering under what
circumstances the thought might arise.

Does it bother you to answer?

Does it?

No...

it doesn't bother me.

The idea of cheating on Qu�c
occurred to me once.

It all started
4 years ago...

or 2 years after
we married.

I can tell you now.

I was two months pregnant.

Only Qu�c knew.

We decided...

to keep it a secret...

and only to tell you when
I was in my third month.

That's why you never knew.

Qu�c was away on business,
and I miscarried.

He came home immediately.

And something
in him had changed.

It was as if his life
were on hold.

I couldn't get
through to him.

And our marriage suffered.

Later, after
Little Mouse was born...

the situation
hadn't improved.

That's just when...
he appeared.

It was one morning...

very early.

As soon as he entered the caf�,
I felt a fondness for him.

It was a pleasure
to wait on him.

I told myself...

that I wanted him to love me.

And then?

And then, we met elsewhere.

He told me he loved me.
And it was true.

Did you and he
have a thing together?

No, obviously not.

A few kisses.
A few cuddles, that's all.

That's all.
What do you mean?

He went back to Saigon.

He was a businessman.

He came to Hanoi...

to set up a branch office.

When the work
was done, he left...

because I told him...

that our relationship
had no future.

Do you still
think about him?

Yes.

His name was Tu�n.

Right... let's go to sleep.

Thank you, big sister.

This time,
you got into my bed.

You lie. You got
into mine first.

I had to take yours.
And then you came back.

That's how it happened.

- I don't remember a thing.
- I remember too well.

Sometimes I wonder if it isn't
time you got married.

I'm not kidding.
You're old enough.

It's not a bad idea.

First of all,
I'd have to find a man.

My ideal would be
someone like you...

because you're
good like Dad.

You really think
I'm like him?

Yes, of course.
I know you too well.

The problem is to find
someone who is like you.

But what will you do
once I'm married?

Who'll wash your clothes?

Who'll make your meals?

If that's what worries you,
I'll manage.

I'll do even
better than that.

At least I won't have to look
at your stained panties...

next to my clean shirts
when you have your period.

So ungrateful!

You're horrid!
Baboon face!

Come and dance with me.

Suong, Qu�c is back.
He's upstairs.

- I'll go up. Can you manage?
- Yes, Khan will help me. Go ahead.

- Qu�c is upstairs.
- I know. Li�n told me.

Have you been back long?

Half an hour.

Do you want something to eat?

No.

Li�n gave me some fruit.

I wasn't expecting you
for four more days.

What's going on?

You're back?

- What are you doing?
- I'm washing up and going up to bed.

I'm knackered.

- Did you work late, last night?
- Worse than that. I worked until dawn.

I put away my pen
and went to the airport.

Oh, poor darling!

Do you like to kiss me?

So, you finished your novel?

That's wonderful! You've been
stuck for two months.

And, presto...
In two days, it's done!

The protagonist
meets a woman?

Did you end it in 17
pages as planned?

- 19.
- Still very close to your estimate.

- You are a real genius!
- Not necessarily, I haven't re-read it.

Maybe when it's edited
it will be 17 pages.

Show off!
Go rest.

When you wake up, there
will be good things to eat.

Have you forgotten
to tell me anything?

Hi�n called me.
She told me everything.

What you ate,
what you drank...

what you talked about.

- I'm very annoyed.
- Why?

It appears that you talked
about the good old days.

But that's not why
I'm mad at you.

I'm mad because you told
Hi�n that I'm pregnant...

when we agreed that
it would be our secret.

Forgive me, I was tactless.

It's okay. Go to sleep.

I'm going to tell my sisters
in a little while.

We've talked all night.

I've told you everything.

I'm going back soon
to finish my work.

I want to know
what you've decided.

For a long time...

I've known you had a child
with another woman.

I went through your things
and it was easy to figure out.

In the photos you brought
back from your trips...

I watched the child grow up
as if I had raised him.

In everything you've said...

the only thing that
matters to me...

is that you can't love me anymore
because of your dishonesty.

I'm not asking you to give up
this woman and your son.

I know...

that you love them
as much as us.

In a few days, when you return,
we'll start our life again.

Here's what I hope for.

I am your wife.

I expect you to love me better
than you have loved me.

I want you to be
the man I knew...

before we were married.

That's all.

- Khanh, can you help me?
- Yes, I'm just back from the market.

I wanted to tell you...

I'm pregnant.

How's that?

I'm pregnant.

I forbid you to smile!
It's serious, you know.

Whose it is?

I won't play guessing
games with you.

Say it! Whose is it?

His name won't mean anything
to you. You don't know him.

He's married
with kids, is that it?

- What does he do?
- Studies architecture.

He knows you're pregnant?

Yes. I just told him.

Unmarried and pregnant!

When the baby arrives,
what will you two do?

- Me and my baby?
- Who said anything about the baby?

He's not born yet!

- I meant the other one.
- We haven't decided anything.

Which means what, exactly?

Why don't you say something?

Talk some sense into her!

Khanh... don't cry.

I'm happy, you know.

I know it might
look terrible to you.

But I'm confident...

everything's going to be okay.

Khanh, instead of blubbering,
reason with her.

What am I supposed to say
when I'm pregnant myself?

And I suspect that
Ki�n cheated on me in Saigon.

Enough! I'm through crying.

Khanh, how do you know
you're pregnant?

What's that?

How can you tell
when you're pregnant?

So what makes you
think you are?

Because... two weeks ago...

he and I... we did...

- Was it the first time?
- Yes, and the only one.

So what did you do?

Well, first, he put...

What did he do?

- He kind of put...
- What?

I don't know how to say it.

Right, that's it. Tell me.
When you had your last period?

A week ago.

Tell me if I've got
this straight.

Two weeks ago, you
and he did something.

And a week ago,
you got your period?

Yes.

Good Lord!

So, does that mean
I'm pregnant?

What an idiot!
It's not complicated!

This girl is really thick!

We're going to have fun.

Today, my sisters and I are
doing everything ourselves.

The memorial dishes and
the meal for 30 guests.

Qu�c and Ki�n
will lend a hand.

You're excused
for reasons of incompetence.

Why is the anniversary
of a death so important?

We didn't celebrate Dad's
birthday while he lived.

It was the same for Mum.
When it was their birthday...

all we said was:
"Oh, it's your birthday."

And that was all.