All language subtitles for Cold.Souls.2009.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

Well, you see,
I'm a madman.

So I'm not responsible.

I can say whatever I wish.

[ Man ]
You're not mad, you know.
You're a fool.

What am I gonna do?

Nothing.

Give me something!

My God, man!
I'm 47 years old.

If I live to be 60,
I'd have to live
through another 13 years.

How can I do that?

How can I stand that?

Don't you see?
I-- I have nothing to do
with those years.

You see?
Nothing.

I--

I mean, if I could just
live what is left
in a different way--

[ Sighs ]

Just wake up
on a quiet morning...

and feel that this,

this is a new day.

Forget the past.
Gone. Blown away.

Begin a new life--

Ah. I--
I can't do this anymore.

You wanna
take a break, Paul?
Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.
Let's take a break.

What's going on, Paul?

I-- I have this throb
in my stomach.

I have a pain in my chest,
like somebody...

put my heart in a vice
and just tightened it.

You're taking it
way too seriously.
It's not a tragedy.

What happened to
your sense of humor,
for Chrissake?

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Answering Machine Beeps ]
[ On Machine ]
Hey, Paul, it's Max.

Listen.
Um, did you give Autumn a look?

Uh, Jane says that
they can't wait past Friday.
They gotta know.

It conflicts with Vanya,
but they'll go
pay-or-play right away in, uh--

you know, at your rate.

Um, listen. I know you've--
you've poured your soul
into Vanya,

but I can get you out of it
in a heartbeat.

And-- Oh, speaking of souls,

you gotta check out
this week's New Yorker.

It's the answer
to your nightmares.

Um, so give Claire my love
when she gets back.

- I'll talk to you later. Bye.
-[ Phone Disconnects ]

[ Airplane Arriving ]

[ Woman On P.A. ]
All passengers on Flight S-315,

arriving from
Saint Petersburg and Moscow,

please proceed to
the lower baggage claim level
once you have--

"Olga Spatova Vassile"--

Spatova Vassilevna.

That's it?
Do you have a nickname?

Put your right index finger
on the mark, please,
and look into the camera.

What's the purpose
of the visit?
Surgery.

[ Man ] Next.
They don't have
good doctors in Russia?

Not for the heart.

[ Exhales ]

"Unburdening Made Easy."

"Are New Yorkers tired
of carrying their souls?"

[ Scoffs ]

"Mini Storage, Pet Storage,
Private Storage,
Self Storage--

"Soul Storage.

"Is your soul weighing you down?

Store it."
[ Scoffs ]

** [ Piano Intro ]
[ Chattering ]

** [ Woman Singing In Russian ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Electrical Buzzing ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Woman ]
Welcome to the Soul Storage.

Your privacy
is always guaranteed.

Our hours are 9:00 a.m.
to 6:00 p.m.
Monday through Friday.

We're conveniently located
on Roosevelt Island.

Press "1" for
our special holiday offer.

Press "2"
if you're an existing customer.

Thank you for your interest
in Soul Storage.

[ Woman On TV ] Cut the rabbit
into eight pieces.
[ Door Closes ]

[ Woman Continues, Indistinct ]
[ Exhales ]
Good Morning.

Um, the Soul Storage?

- Uh, yes, sir. Fourth floor.
- Fourth floor.

Uh, sign here, please.

[ Woman On TV ]
Tie the legs with string
and rub the breast with butter.

[ Woman In Distance,
Indistinct ]

"Do you feel lonely?
Are you living in the past?

Do you lose your temper easily?"

[ Woman ]
Hi, Nina.

[ Speaking Russian ]

[ Russian ]
This is for January.

Do you have some aspirin?
Yeah.

I'll let him know you're here.
[ Pills Clatter ]

Thank you.

Dr. Flintstein,
Nina's here.

- Mr. Giamatti?
- [ Phone Ringing ]

Hello? The Soul Storage.

Yes, we do have discounts
for couples.

So, how did you
hear about us?

Uh-- Well, my agent
mentioned something about it.

And, uh, uh--
I read the article
in The New Yorker.

I wasn't quite sure
about the services provided.

People come here and--

Well, they all want to know
if the soul is immortal
and how it functions.

- And we haven't a clue.
- [ Mutters ]

No clue.
We only offer
the possibility...

to "de-soul" the body
or disembody the soul.

You can see it
either way.

You can also
take a look on the inside...

before we store it.

Look on the inside--
Um, um-- Oh! No. I don't--

I don't want to look
on the inside.

It's entirely up to you.
[ Mutters ]

Now, your soul
will be stored here,

or, if you'd rather
avoid sales tax,

it can be shipped to
our New Jersey warehouse.

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, no. God, no.
I don't want my soul
shipped to New Jersey. No.

I understand.

What exactly
is bothering you?

Well, uh,

I, uh-- I've been
working on a Chekhov play,
Uncle Vanya--

I've seen that play.
Oh.

- It's so--
It's so Russian.
- [ Chuckles ]

What do you mean, Russian?
Well, you know.

The characters
are so unlikable.

Especially Vanya.
He's so full of--
of self-pity.

Just my take on it,
and I'm certainly not
a specialist. Nut?

[ Exhales ]
What?

No. No.
I'm-- I'm good, thank you.
Ah.

Shall we get back
to our problem?
Yeah.

[ Nut Cracking ]

[ Exhales ]

I-- Uh, you know,
I guess I'm not really sure
how to put it.

Um, I-- I guess
that I have reached a point...

where I feel like
I can no longer...

separate myself, uh,
from the character.

Uh,

I feel stuck.

And, uh,
I don't know what to do.

[ Stammering ]
I'm not even sure there is
a solution to it, frankly.

Yes. Well, that's a--
that's--

It's-- It's an elephant.

Yes, it is.

- Yes.
- Now, have you ever
visited the circus...

and seen one of these creatures
standing quietly while tied
to a small wooden stick?

Uh-huh.
You see, when the elephant
is young and relatively weak,

it is tied to
an immovable stick.

So later,
no matter how large
and strong he becomes,

he continues to believe
that he cannot free himself.

All right. Right.
Many intelligent people
are like circus elephants.

They never question
their self-imposed limitations.

And the soul can become
just such a stick.

They need to
break the chains.

[ Chuckles ]
Okay. I understand all of that,
Dr. Flintstein.

Um, but I think
that my situation is
a little more complex.

Well, when you have a tumor,
you get rid of it.

A twisted soul is like a tumor.
It's better to get rid of it.

I don't think that my soul
is twisted, Doctor.

Uh-- Twisted?

It's-- I-- I just want
to be able to do the play.

That's exactly
what we're offering you.

No. No.
No. I'm sor-- I'm sorry.

This is-- This is--
This is insane.

Uh--
[ Chuckles ]

[ Stammering ]

What about my--
What about my family?
What about my wife?

This is not about
your family, is it?

This is about you.

Happiness is not about
making the people around you
believe that you're happy.

I don't need to be happy.

I just don't want
to suffer.

Do you honestly believe
that it's enough...

to just live
and not suffer?

Everyone wants to be happy.

And I'm sure
you're no exception.

[ Exhales ]

You noticing the colors?
Yeah. Yeah.

Surprising, isn't it?
We imagine the soul
in bright colors,

but they mostly
come in dark tones:

blacks, browns, grays--

Lots of grays actually.
Mmm.

Some of these are celebrities.
Oh!
[ Chuckles ]

Whose soul is that?
Well, the identity
is confidential of course,

but I believe this one
had a melanoma.

Jesus Christ.
How did we get
to this point?

Progress.
Triumph of the mind.

Believe me,
when you get rid of the soul,

everything makes
so much more sense.

Everything becomes--

well,
functional and purposeful.

Purposeful.
Hmm.

[ Sighs ]

Ah, thank you.

Oh, no.
No, no, no.
No, thank you.

No, Stephanie.
He'd prefer not
to take a look on the inside.

Just a plain extraction.

How we feeling?
Oh, fine.

- Good. Now just relax.
- Okay.

Breathe normally.

Your consciousness
will not be affected.
[ Machinery Whirring ]

You'll keep everything useful
to the proper functioning
of your mind.

Okay.

All right.
Here we go.

[ Whirring Continues ]

[ Powering Up ]

[ Flintstein On TV ]
How does it feel?

[ Woman On TV ]
Awesome. It just is.
[ Rattling ]

Can you describe
the difference?

Honestly I don't
feel much difference.
And I have so much energy.

How long do you intend
to remain soulless?

[ Woman ]
As long as possible.

As you can see,
soul extraction is 100% safe,
effective and discreet.

- Experience the prime
of your life again.
- How do you feel?

Uh, I can't tell.

Have you seen it?
No, not yet.

Aren't you curious? This is so
exciting for us. You know, our
souls will be stored together.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Stephanie On P.A. ]
Mr. Giamatti.

- Oh, eh--
- You can safely
leave it here for the moment.

This is
our soul stimulator.

We're going to check to see
how much of your soul
has been successfully
extracted.

It's very simple.
If you feel something,
press the red button.

If not,
press the blue.

Good luck.

[ Whirring ]
Um--
[ Clears Throat ]

** [ Woman Singing In Russian ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Beeping ]

[ Woman ]
Are you saying that
my dog is soulless?

[ Stephanie ]
No, ma'am.
It's just that we don't know...

how to deal with pets.

We've got
at least 95% of it.

What do you mean, 95%?

Well, uh, the five percent
residual won't bother you.

It's just enough
to keep you animated.

Ah.

So, how are you feeling?

Hollow.

Good. Good. Good.
Th-That-- That's normal.

What else?
Uh--

[ Clicks Tongue ]
Well, maybe lighter.
Yes, light. Light.

Light?
[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, light and, uh, empty.

And, uh, bored maybe?

Um, but overall,

I feel great.

I feel great.

Well, that's perfect.
Those are the usual symptoms.

So, I need you to sign
the storage contract
so we can proceed.

Well, let's have a look at it.
Shall we?

Let's, uh,
see what we've got.
What?

Oh, um--

What? Oh, please.
Mr. Giamatti, don't worry.

Just think of it as, um--
Well, as another one
of your organs.

Like your heart,
or your liver,
or your pancreas.

Okay. Okay.
Yeah. Okay.
Good.

Uh, you know what?
I'll tell you what.

Why don't I turn around,
and then you tell me
when I can take a look.

There's nothing
to worry about.
I just--

As you wish.

How very
interesting.
Oh?

Uh, yes.
You can turn around.
Uh.

Oh, my goodness.
Look at it.

- But it's empty, for Chrissake.
- No, no.
Come closer. You'll see.

[ Groans ]
Hey, there it is.

Oh, there he is.
Oh, my goodness.

How can such a tiny thing
feel so heavy?

Never ceases to amaze me.

Is this a joke?

N-N-No. Of course not.
Wh-Why?

Uh--

[ Sighs ]
Just because it's small
doesn't mean anything.

No, are you--
are you telling me
that my soul...

is a chickpea?

Mr. Giamatti, please.
[ Gasps ]

Listen. We don't know
the forces that shape our
souls.

A-And you chose not
to look inside.

Internal conflicts,
even neuroses--

Oh! Now you're
calling me neurotic! Is that--
[ Clatters ]

Don't move.
Just no rushed movements.

We don't want to step on it.

[ Gasps ]
There. There.

Don't touch it!
Eh.

Do not touch it.

[ Inhales ]
Careful. Careful, please.
It's all right. It's all right.

Don't squeeze.
Don't squeeze.

Okay.
[ Blows ]

Oh, here. Here.

Thank you.

[ Plops ]

[ Sighs ]

- Do you think it's damaged?
- No. No.

No. They are extra resilient
to all sorts of shocks.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffing ]

Hmm.

[ Sniffs ]
Hmm.

[ Gasps ]

[ Sniffing ]

[ Beeps, Shutter Clicks ]

My life is gone.
I have talent,
intelligence, boldness.

I could have been--
[ Sighs ]
a Schopenhauer, a Dostoyevsky.

I'm losing it.
Mother, Mother.

I'm desperate.

Mother, Mother--

[ Cries ]

Yeah, l-l--
Uh, let's go again.

- Is Schopenhauer getting in
your way or something?
- No, no, no, no, no. No, no.

Schopenhauer's--
Schopenhauer's fine with me.

Schopenhauer.
Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer,
Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

[ Whispering ]
Schopenhauer, Schopenhauer.

[ Woman Speaking Russian On TV]

[ Man Speaking Russian ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Speaking Russian ]
** [ Russian Pop ]

Yes.

[ Shutter Clicks ]

** [ Continues ]
[ Man Continues In Russian ]

[ Shutter Clicks ]

** [ Woman Singing In French ]

[ Arguing In Foreign Language ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Speaking Russian, Faint ]

[ Chanting ]

[ Speaking Russian ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Speaking Russian, Faint ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Russian ]

No.

[ Chattering ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

[ Ringing Continues ]
[ Woman ]
Hello?

Oh, Hi, Andrea.
Yeah, hi.

Uh--
[ Continues, Indistinct ]

Mm-hmm.

[ Phone Beeps ]
Andrea wants
to see us this weekend.

Hmm.

Are you sick?
You're very pale.

Nah. Just the usual stuff.
I'm fine.

You need to
look after yourself.

How is Uncle Vanya?

[ Sighs ]

[ Clicks Tongue ]

Can we not
talk about that?

I see my feet.

I see my feet.

I have...

feet.

How do I know they're mine?

[ Groans ]
That's a silly question, Paul.

Feet are tied to your legs.

Legs... tied to your torso.

You control it.

Eh.

If I have this body,

I must be something else.
Mmm.

Is that something new
you're working on?

[ Sighs ]

What's up?
What's going on?
You feel strange.

Strange?
Your skin.

What about it?

Mmm, scaly maybe.

Scaly? What do you mean--
What do you mean, scaly?

Like a lizard
or something?

Well, maybe it's just dry.

What's wrong?

[ Groans ] Just making me
feel like a lizard
doesn't really help, hon.

I just sit there
and I talk to her.

You know, uh,
she can't hear me.

[ Chomping ]

I mean, we, um-- we tried
the cortex, uh, stimulation.

[ Chomping Continues ]

But nothing, you know.

Oh, I just feel so impotent.

You know, I mean,

I just don't know
what the right decision is.

Your brother
should be part of this.

- You can't carry
all this weight on your own.
- Cynthia.

Every day I ask myself,
what should we do?

[ Chomping ]
Why don't you just unplug her?

What?

Are you out of your mind?
Why would you say that?

- What did I say?
- What do you mean,
what did you say?

She was asking for advice.
She clearly doesn't know
what to do.

A-And the conversation
just goes on and on.

Uh, and I'm sitting there,
and no one says anything...

and it's gonna go on for hours
if nobody says anything.

You think it's easier just
to hurt her feelings like that?
Oh, come on.

I had no intention of
hurting anybody's feelings.

What was all that
celery munching about?

What celery munching?
What?

Why are you so upset about thi?
What did I do?

I can't believe
we're fighting
about a celery stick.

Paul, what is
going on with you?

The rain is ending.

Oh, well,
everything will be
refreshed and breathe.

[ Sighs ]
Except for me.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

No, no.

No, I'll be the only one
not refreshed by the storm.

Oh, day and night
a demon oppresses me,

and I feel
that my life was wasted,

that I squandered the past
on nonsense, nonsense.

And the present, the present--
Well, it's right here.

It's absurd.

Here is my life
and my love.

What did I do?

[ Groans ]
Can I renounce this?

[ Sighs, Sniffs ]

No. No.

My one true feeling in life,

and it's fading away,
like--

like a ray of sunshine
at the bottom of a mine shaft.

[ Kisses ]

Uh, when I think of your--
When you talk of your--

I'm sorry.

When you speak of your love for
me, I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry.

I can't say anything.
Mmm.

Oh, God!
If only you knew
how much I suffer...

to think that right next to me
another life is wasted-- yours!

What are you waitin' for?

What damned philosophy
is keepin' ya
from livin', woman?

[ Exhales ]

Uh, okay. Uh, that's it.
Let's-Let's go home.

- Thank you.
- [ Paul ]
Yeah?

[ Paul ]
Great work today.

Huh. Wow, she is great.
Yeah. Can we talk?

Yeah.
Yeah, of course.

Yeah.
[ Clears Throat ]

So, uh, you realize
that we have a week left?

[ Scoffs ]
Now I think you're taking it,
uh, a little seriously, Frank.

And relax. We'll be fine.
We just need to focus
on act four. That's all.

Paul, we're out of time.

And I don't understand
what the fuck is going on.

Well-- [ Laughs ]
Frank-- Frank, I'm just
trying to give him--

[ Stammering ]
another dimension.

- Another dimension?
- Yeah!

You know, I don't think
that he should always
be so passive.

Hmm? So hopeless.
It's just--
[ Snorts ]

Why are you looking
at me like that, Frank?

I can't. I can't.
I can't do it. I can't.

Um, it's death.
It's death inside!

Doctor, um,
I'm dry as a bone.

[ Whooshing Sound ]
Nothin'. I can't feel a thing.
Nothing.

[ Whispering ]
I can't feel anything.

You see. I'm--

I'm about to lose my job.
I can't make love to my wife.

I wish you'd told me
about the side effects, Doc.
But we don't know.

- The soul is a mystery.
- [ Sarcastically ]
Ohh.

Everyone reacts differently--
to the same extent
that each soul is unique.

Soullessness has
its own peculiarities.

Now, however,
I can offer you an alternative.

[ Sighs ]
An alternative?
What are you talking about now?

We receive a substantial
number of souls
from anonymous donors--

from writers, musicians--
[ Quietly ]
All right.

poets--
[ Scoffs ]

dancers, painters.
Mm-hmm.

We also import souls
from Russia...

in case you're interested
in a Russian soul.

[ Catalog Hits Desk ]

- You import souls?
- Yes.

Well, at the moment.
The industry isn't
quite regulated yet.

Last time I was here,
uh, Doctor,

I believe that I said that
this was completely insane.

Yes, you did. Now,
but may I ask you one question?

Have you had one dark thought
in the last week?

No.

Have you been able
to perform Vanya
without feeling distressed?

- [ Whispers ] Yes.
- So it works
to a certain extent.

Doctor!
One step at a time.

This is not
an exact science.

But I will guarantee you
one thing.

The moment you get
your soul back...

you will feel
the unbearable weight again--

[ Breathing Deeply ]
and you will not be able
to perform at all.

Okay. Okay.
What should I do?

Pick a soul.

"Chicago sportswriter.
[ Machinery Humming
In Distance ]

"Brooklyn novelist.
Hollywood screenwriter.
[ Chuckles ]

"Brazilian songwriter.

Russian poet."

[ Whispers ]
Russian poet.

[ Powering Down ]

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

Over here.

How much longer
do you intend to do this?

This process is very hard
on a system.

[ Beeping ]

Hmm, your residue quota
is pretty high.

You should be attentive.
They add up.

What do you mean,
they add up?

The soul fragments
condense and accumulate.

They don't check this
in Russia?

You should be careful.

[ Air Hissing ]

Ah, this is interesting.

Number 738.

738. Russian poet.
That's a great choice.
How long?

[ Smacks Lips ]
Oh, uh, two weeks.

Two weeks. I'll inform
Dr. Flintstein. We'll
proceed with the transplant.

How would you
like to pay?
Credit card?

That'd be great.

Um, I have one question.

Uh, is it male or female?

[ Laughs ]
I can't answer that question.

[ Whirring, Beeps ]

[ Switch Clicks ]

Oh, God.
No, I will not shut up!

Wait. I'm not done.

I haven't lived.
I haven't lived, thanks to
you.

I have destroyed
the best years of my life!
You are my worst enemy!

[ Man #1 ]
I can't take it! I can't.
[ Man #2 ] You're nobody!

If this is your house, keep it.
I don't give a damn about it.
My life is gone.

I have talent,
intelligence, boldness.

I could have been
a Schopenhauer.

A Dostoyevsky!

Ah!
[ Snorts ]

I'm-I'm confused. I--
[ Chuckles ]

I don't know
what I'm saying.

I'm losing it.

Mother.

I'm desperate, Mother.

[ Distant Murmurings ]

[ Murmurings Continue ]

I'm sorry.
Can you stop here?

[ Man On P.A. ]
This "B" train is making all
local stops to Brighton Beach.

"B" train making
all local stops.

[ Man In Distance ]
That's right!

[ Man Speaking Russian
On TV ]

[ TV Continues ]

[ Knocking ]

[ Men Conversing In Russian ]

[ Door Closes ]

[ Liquid Dripping ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Train Rumbling
In Distance ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

[ Children Giggling ]

[ Water Pouring ]

[ Distant Chanting ]

[ Rhythmic Chugging ]

[ Seagull Squawking
In Distance ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Wind Howling ]

[ Howling Continues ]

[ Squawking ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Paul Coughs, Grunts ]

[ Chattering ]

Nina--
[ Russian ]

Boss?

[ Dimitri, Russian ]

Oh!

[ Typing ]

[ Gasps ]
Oh, hi, Nina.

Hi.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Exhales ]

The first few days were fine.
But-- [ Sniffles ]

now I've been sick as a dog:
shaking, cramps, headaches, uh--

Well, your system
is rejecting it.
[ Groans ]

Take these pills.
You'll feel much better.

No.
[ Clicks Tongue ]
This is too intense for me.

[ Sniffles, Chuckles ]

This soul needs
a much larger life than mine.

[ Clicks Tongue ]
No. I just want
my soul back.

[ Sniffles ]
I see.

Uh, well, I'm sorry it didn't
work out for you, but--
[ Sniffling, Groaning ]

Is it possible
to contact the donor?

I'm afraid not.
Why not?

Because it's
an anonymous donor.
[ Sighs ]

She had a beautiful soul.
She shouldn't have done it.

I don't think it's wise for you
to be asking questions...

about donors and such.

This is a serious business
in Russia--

um, soul trafficking.

[ Machinery Whirring ]

[ Powering Down ]

[ Air Hisses ]

[ Sighing ]

[ Voice Squeaks ]
Uh--

Uh--

[ Russian ]

Hmm.

Hmm.

[ Russian ]

I don't want you to worry,
Mr. Giamatti.
Huh!

This is
a simple mistake.

It must have
been misplaced.
[ Sighs ]

We're going to find it.
[ Gasps ]

[ Russian ]

[ Powering Up ]

[ Air Hisses ]

[ Chattering In Russian ]

This has never happened before.
We probably shipped it
to our New Jersey warehouse.

Oh, God.
[ Chuckles ]
Oh, G--

[ Sighs ]
You do realize that, uh,
this is the end of my career?

Uh, but I don't want you
to brood over it.

We're starting to believe that
it may be possible to develop
a soul from almost nothing,

like, uh, a muscle.
Uh--

And who knows?
After long work and dedication,
in the long run--

What-- Oh, oh, what long run?
In the long run, we're all dead.

All I am saying is
that it is possible
to develop...

from the five percent
of your remaining soul,
a fully developed one.

Heracleitus put it
quite eloquently.

He said,
"The soul is its own
source of unfolding."

I don't give a shit
about Heracleitus.

I want my soul.

I just want my soul,
the way it was...

with all its imperfections
and darkness and--

We're going
to find it, Paul.
Don't you worry.

[ Chattering ]

[ Inhales Sharply ]

[ Russian ]

Paul Giamatti.
Paul Giamatti.

[ Paul On TV ]
You're extremely sexy.
You know, unbelievably sexy.

[ Woman Laughing ]

[ Woman ]
It's so nice
to be here with you.

[ Paul ]
Let's go somewhere
and make love.

[ Approaching Footsteps ]

[ Items Clattering ]

Paul?

Is there someone else?

[ Scoffs ]

No. For
Chrissake, no.

There isn't
anyone else.

Well, I'm sorry, but things
have been pretty strange
round here recently.

You smell different.

You feel different.

What am I supposed to do?
Just watch you come in at dawn?

Honey, uh--

Honey.

If I were
a different me...

in the same body,

would you still love me?

What are you talking about?

[ Sighs Heavily ]

I have, uh, extracted
and stored my soul.

But now, uh,

they've misplaced it.

[ Smacks Lips ]
They don't know
where the hell it is.

[ Gasps ]

It's a total nightmare.
It's a total nightmare.

It's a total--
[ Pants ]

I can't--

It's-It's the end
of my career.

And, uh--
And it's-it's the end of us.

[ Stammering ]

Why would you do that?

Eh-- Uh-- I-I don't--
[ Stammering ]

I just told you.
I don't know!
I don't know. I'm, uh--

I don't know. Max told me
that his mother-in-law did it.

And then she told me that, uh--
that Cynthia was thinking
about doing it too.

[ Laughs ]
Cynthia?

Yeah. What does it ma--
Yeah, Cynthia--
[ Stammering ]

I just-- I got--

I got confused.
I got confused.

It was--

It was just for two weeks.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

[ Whispering ]
Oh, my God.

So, you're completely
soulless right now?

What? No, no, no, no.
Not exactly, no.

I still have
five percent of my soul.

Five percent?

But I rented the soul
of a Russian poet.

You did what?

[ Stifling Sobs ]

I-- I just did
a silly thing.

I just did a--

[ Whispering ]
I just did a silly,
silly, selfish thing.

Ah-- Ah--

Aah!

[ Groaning ]

[ Inhales, Exhales Deeply ]

I'll understand
if you despise me.

** [ Early '60s-style Rock
On Phonograph ]

** [ Woman Singing
In French ]

He wasn't my lover yet.

What are you talking about?
He was your lover.

What are we doing
in this restaurant?

You're awfully fidgety
or something.

** [ Tango On TV ]

[ Intermittent Static ]

[ Man On TV, Russian ]

[ Continues In Russian ]

[ Russian ]

No. N-- Yes, I understand.
But I was asking if--
[ Sighs ]

Uh, nothing yet.

Uh, in the meantime,
what should we do
with the poet's soul?

Uh, do you want to keep it,
or would you rather be
soulless?

No, no. No soulless.
God, no.

All right. Um-- Take two
of these three times a day
and you should be fine.

It always takes time
for a soul to get rooted.
[ Sighs ]

But I don't want it to
get rooted. I want mine back.
Do you understand?

Yes, I do understand.
I'm awfully sorry.

I just, um-- If there's
anything else I can do
for you in the meantime--

I would like to get in touch
with the donor.

I don't know who
the overseas donors are.

You see, the souls
are extracted in Russia...

and then they are
transported by the,
uh-- by the mules.

Mules?

Yes. Russian women.

Souls are extremely volatile
at altitude.

Well, can you tell me
who the mule was?

[ Hotel Door Closes ]

[ Gasps ]
[ Exhales ]

[ Sighs ]

What's goin' on here?

You know where it is.
Right? You know where it is.

Jesus Christ, please.
Just tell me where the hell
my soul is.

I didn't know
it was yours--

I mean, u-until
I rented your films.
Mm-hmm?

[ Sniffles ]
I'm really sorry.

[ Whispers ]
Wait.

What are you
talking about?

Your soul...
is in Russia.

- What?
- In Saint Petersburg.

What is my soul doing
in Saint Petersburg?

Eh-- You didn't--

You didn't sell it
on the black market
or anything, did you?

No! N--

It's with my boss's wife.
She wanted--
[ Exhales ]

She wanted to try the soul
of an American actor.

[ Laughing ]

An American actor?

[ Stammering ]
Why the-- Why the hell me?

Couldn't find anyone else.

[ Sobs ]

She wanted to try the soul
of famous American actor.

- [ Clears Throat ]
- There's a... list.

She wanted the soul...

of... Sean Penn--

Oh.
Johnny Depp,

Robert De Niro--
Yeah.

How do you call this when you--
you take something, but--
but you want--

To steal?

But you want
to give it back.

Borrow.
We just borrowed it.

You borrowed it.
We just borrowed it.

You just borrowed it.
Well, uh, you borrowed it!
[ Laughs ]

[ Stammering ]
Please--

Who says that you can just go
around borrowing people's souls?
Please-- Please--

For God's sake!
[ Whispers ]
I'm sorry.

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

What can I do?
I mean, can I buy it back?

It's not about the money.
They're very wealthy.

The only thing
they don't have...

is talent.

Some Russian actress
who is the wife
of a big shot over there...

is toying with my soul.

That's all that I know.

You sure you don't want
to take the lawyers or--

or Steve or Max?
No. No lawyers, no managers, no
agents, no publicists. Nothing.

This is nobody
else's business.

[ Jet Engine Passing ]

** [ Piano: Expressive, Slow ]

** [ Continues ]

[ Quietly ]
Oh, gee.

[ Sighs ]

Oh!

[ Phone Ringing ]

Yeah? Oh!

Yeah. Oh, yeah. I'll be--
I'll be right down.

[ Birds Squawking ]

[ Woman On Recording ]
"The pleasure is mine."
[ Nina ] The pleasure is mine.

"Could you measure me?"
Could you measure me?

- "I part my hair on the left."
- I part my hair on the left.

"Do I have appendicitis?"
Do I have appendicitis?

"I'm pregnant."

"Take off your clothes."
Take off
your clothes.

"To the waist."
To the waist.

"Yes, I'm married."

Yes,
I'm married.

"Flocculate."
Flocculate.

"Peanut."
Peanut.

[ Machinery Chugging
In Distance ]

[ Shivering ]

[ Barking,
Growling ]

Do you see that?

[ Man Speaking Loudly
In Russian ]

[ Machinery Whirring ]

[ Whirring Stops ]
[ Man Continues
In Russian ]

[ Whirring Resumes ]
W-Wait for me here,
okay? One minute.

[ Air Hisses ]

[ Dimitri, Russian ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Chair Rolls Loudly ]

[ Kicks Door ]
[ Door
Clatters ]

Welcome, Mister--

Giamatti.
Ah.

Welcome, Mr. Giamatti.
Anything to drink?
Cigar?

I'm fine.
Yeah.

Please, sit down.

[ Clears Throat ]

[ Water Dripping ]

Did Nina brief you
on the situation?

Uh, what do you mean,
brief me on the situation?
[ Lighter Snaps Shut ]

You see,
I'm quite concerned.

Well, yes, uh,
I should hope so.

Imagine for a second
that your wife carries
in her body...

the soul
of another man--

[ Clears Throat ]
and refuses to be
separated from it.

[ Chuckling ]
Uh, no.

I, uh--
I can't imagine that. No.

- It's a form of adultery.
- Oh, for God's sake.

Um, no, actually.

Adultery implies
consent between both parties.
Oh.

And nobody ever
asked me anything. Yeah.
Yes, yes.

Yes, but-- but the whole thing
is rather humiliating,
you see?

That has nothing to do with me.
[ Sighs ]

Look. Does your wife know
what is going on here?

We thought we were getting
Al Pacino's soul.

Al Paci--
[ Quietly ]
Yeah, yeah.

It's not a good idea
to disappoint her.

Uh-huh.
[ Stammering ]

Uh, well, I'm really
very sorry that, uh,
things didn't work out...

with, um--
with Al Pacino.

Wha-- What the hell
is she acting in
here anyway?

[ Russian ]

[ Russian ]
Okay.

[ English ]
She is in a fantastic
soap opera.

A soap opera?
Yeah, yeah.

A soap opera?
Yeah, yeah.

Are you out of your mind?
[ Stammering ]
Wait, no--

But she could ruin my soul!

H-Have you people thought about
the consequences of any of this?
[ Chuckling ]

- Have you?
- [ Laughing ]

- What do you want me
to tell her?
- [ Laughing ]

What do I want you to tell her?
What do I want you to tell her?
You have gotta be kidding me!

Ah.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

Nina... going
to take you around.

Take any soul you like.
We have unlimited choice.

I'm going to say this...

once and nicely:

Pick a soul and go home.

[ Snickers ]

Do you really think that
I came all the way to Russia
to hear that kind of crap?

[ Russian ]

- Paul.
- Yeah.

Let's go.
Okay.

[ Exhales ]

What the hell
was that all about?

I want to talk to the wife.
That's not
a very good idea, Paul.

Just be patient
with Dimitri.
No. No.

This schmuck
is not telling me
what to do.

Schmuck.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Woman Instructing
In Russian ]

[ Instructing Continues ]

[ Whispers ]
Okay, come on.
No. Not here, Paul.

Not here.

[ Car Engine Running ]

Oh, geez.
[ Chuckles ]

Uh-huh. I see. I see.
You think this is funny.

- At least she enjoys it.
- [ Sighs ]

- She seems happy
with your soul.
- [ Grumbles ]

You know, Paul,
maybe you needed
a bit of frivolity.

"Frivolity."
That's what I said.

No, no, you said--
[ Russian Accent ]
"frivoulity."

No. It's not what I said.
That's exactly
what you said.

You said "freevouluty."
No.

[ Snickers ]
It's not the way
I said it.

Yes, it is.
"Frivoulity."
No. No.

[ Groans ]

That's her.
Paul, it's not
a good place.

It's never gonna be
the right place.
Paul--

** [ Rock On Speaker ]
[ Women Chattering ]

[ Sighs ]

I don't wanna
make a scene.

Who are you?
I'm an actor.

Uh--

I would just really like...
to have my soul back.

An actor?
Yes.

[ Russian ]

[ Russian ]

What is she--
What are you--
What is she doing?

What is she saying?
I said,
my husband lied to me.

Listen, listen.
I don't even have
a sexy soul.

It's all dark
and twisted. It's got
a ridiculous shape.

Did they tell you
what it looks like?
I'm sure they didn't.

It looks like a chickpea.
It looks like a chickpea,
for Chrissake.

This isn't about you.
It's between my husband and me.

Jesus, when did my life
become so complicated?

I like to stay home,
you know?

Just read, watch movies,
nothin' crazy.

[ Jet Engine Passing
In Distance ]
[ Sighs ]

What do we do now?

We wait...
for a good moment.
[ Sighs ]

Did you see anything
in my soul,
or was it just empty?

No. It wasn't empty.

I liked it so much.
[ Chuckles ]

It made me curious
about you.
[ Scoffs ]

What did you see?

What?

I don't know.
It's just--

I couldn't look.

[ Mutters ]

[ Machinery Clattering,
Rumbling ]

[ Woman, Nina
Speaking Russian ]

[ Woman Continues
In Russian ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Mouthing Words ]
[ Nina Responds
In Russian ]

Olga committed suicide.

[ Wind Whistling In Distance ]

[ Paul ]
What happens to the soul
when the donor dies?

I-- I don't know.

You never asked?

[ Sighs ]

[ Thunder Rumbles In Distance ]

[ Woman Speaking Russian ]

[ Woman Speaking
Russian ]

[ Russian ]
Hmm?
Hmm?

[ Russian ]
Ah.

Da.
Ah.

[ Footsteps Departing ]

Thank you.
Okay.

[ Both Chuckle ]

"Her clothing is characterized
by fastidiousness,
hushed sexiness...

and a certain deluxe abandon."

- "Deluxe abandon."
- [ Door Opens ]

[ Quietly ]
Jesus.
[ Footsteps Approaching ]

Oh-- Oh--
Oh, is that
absolutely necessary?

Yes, Paul.

** [ Pop, Medium Tempo,
Man Singing In Russian ]

[ Paul ]
What do we do now?
[ Nina ] Stay around and alert.

** [ Piano Waltz, Slow,
Woman Vocalizing ]

** [ Waltz Continues,
Woman Singing In Russian ]

[ Church Bells Ringing
In Distance ]

[ Barking Dogs
Approaching ]

[ All Barking ]

[ Short Honk ]

It's okay.
She's sedated.

[ Machinery Whirring ]

[ Whirring Stops ]
[ Air Hisses ]

[ Sighs ]

W-Wait a minute. It's--
It's all dried out.

Well,
I'm not surprised.

[ Rattling ]
[ Mutters ]

Go and get her.

[ Machinery Whirring ]

[ Air Hisses ]

[ Switch
Clicks ]
[ Buzzer Sounds ]

Whoop. Whoa.
[ Machinery Beeping ]

- What's goin' on?
- [ Air Hisses ]

Your soul is resisting.

Wha-- [ Whispering ]
What do you mean,
the soul is resisting?

They have a strange capacity
of resistance.

[ Continues Whispering ]
Oh, for Chrissake. What--
What do we do now?

You have to look inside
and reconnect to it.

No. No! I don't want
to look inside.
[ Whispering ] Don't worry.

You won't have time
to see much of it.
No way. No.

- I already refused in New York.
I don't wanna do this!
- There's no time.

[ Sighs ]

Wha--
How does this work?

Just--

Oh, my God.
Are you reading the manual?

I-I-I only deal
with extractions.

It's in English.

What does "glaucoma" mean?

What? Oh, it's a--
it's an optic nerve disea--

[ Harsh Whisper ]
What? Glaucoma?

Jesus Christ!

I'm not doin' this.

- I'm not doin' this.
- The probability is only
three out of 1,000.

- Yeah, well, but--
but that's really h-high!
- Shh.

Lie down.
[ Mouthing Word ]

[ Machinery Whirring ]

[ Paul Clears Throat ]

[ Whirring Fades ]

[ Sighs ]

Mmm.

[ Sighs ]

Well, I knew it.
I knew it. I knew it.

Nothin'.
I knew it.

Jesus.
[ Laughs ]

Nothin'.
Oh, God.

[ Child Crying ]
Huh?

[ Continues Crying ]

[ Crying Fades ]

Okay. Okay.
Uh--

[ Shudders ]

[ Water Dripping,
Reverberating ]

[ Pops ]

[ Pops ]

[ Child Giggles, Faint ]

[ Giggles ]

[ Baby Crying, Faint ]

[ No Audible Crying ]

[ Machinery Whirring,
Powers Down ]

[ Whirring Stops ]

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

It wasn't that terrible,
was it?

[ Footsteps ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Air Hisses ]

What happened to Olga's soul?
[ Receptacle
Hits Surface ]

I don't know.
[ Footsteps ]

What, it just--
It just vanished?

[ Air Hisses ]

Let's go
before she wakes up.

[ Airplane
In Distance ]

[ Airplane Approaching ]

[ Crowd Chattering ]

[ Man ]
How long are you planning
to stay--

[ Officer ]
"Margarita Petrovna"--

Margarita Petrovna Alexandra.

You've been here before?

[ Pages Rustling ]

- You look familiar.
- I look Russian.

Put your right index finger
on the mark.

[ Machine Beeping ]

Y-Your hand is too cold.

[ Breathing ]

[ Machine Beeping, Clicking ]

[ Man ]
Okay, hon. Next.
[ Stamps ]

[ Birds Chirping, Faint ]

[ Workers Chattering ]
[ Man ] Sign here.
Mark there. Mark there.

[ Man #2 ]
Not yet.
[ Chattering Continues ]

Excuse me, sir.
[ Paul's Voice ]
What's goin' on here?

[ Flintstein's Voice ]
Homeland Security.
I can't really talk about it.

Most of the unclaimed souls
have been transferred
to a hedge fund.
Oh.

Well, I'm--
I'm glad it's all sorted out.

Believe me, I've spent
some sleepless nights
thinking about you.

Well, uh,
it's not completely
sorted out, Doctor.

I'm here for, uh, Nina.

I'd very much like
to help her.
Mm-hmm.

Um, she's quit
the mule... thing.

Oh, well, that's some good news.
She wasn't gonna last long
at that pace.

Uh, c-come with me.

[ Stephanie
Chattering ]
Uh, excuse me.

This is Paul Giamatti.
He's, um--

He's a very good client of ours.

Stephanie, I need you.

Are you interested
in an acquisition?

Uh, well, no, not exactly.
I'm looking for a soul.
Number 532.

532--

532.
Here. You're lucky.
We've just acquired it.

Very good. The donor
would like it back.
Not a problem.

We have to assess the value.
It's a shadow price.

I don't know what that is.
There's no market price
for it yet.

Our accounting department has--
This person was--
was working here.

She was--
I know, our records indicate
she was a mule.

[ Sighs ]

We're not a charity business.
We're a hedge fund.

You're speculating
in human souls,
for Chrissake.

Mr. Giamatti,
we took large financial risks
to set up this operation.

Without us, this soul
would probably be somewhere...

on the Eastern European
or Asian underground market.

To be honest with you,
I'm not even sure
she has room for it.

- Her residues quota exceeds
the standard threshold.
- Her what?

The fragments
from all the souls
she carried--

they accumulate.

[ Water Dripping ]

[ Hinge Creaking Slowly ]

[ Seagulls Cawing, Faint ]

** [ Piano Waltz, Slow,
Woman Vocalizing ]

** [ Waltz Continues,
Woman Singing In Russian ]

** [ Woman Vocalizing ]

** [ Russian ]

** [ Humming ]

** [ Russian ]

** [ Vocalizing ]

** [ Russian ]

** [ Ends ]