All language subtitles for Mad.at.the.Moon.1992.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

- Ask Jamie to
come back here.

That's a good boy.

Jamie, Jamie.

Jamie, come here.

- Giddy up, giddy up.

That's it, move on.

Whoa, whoa.

- Jesus, Mary and Joseph, he's here!

Jenny, Jenny, he's here!

He's here!

My god, Jenny!

I'm coming.

Jenny, Jenny come down here.

Oh my god.

James, how lovely to see you, come on in.

You're very, very welcome.

Oh, you brought some lovely flowers.

Thank you, I'll just go and get Jenny now,

she's upstairs, please sit down,

and make yourself quite at home, James,

be comfortable, and pay
no attention to this.

I'll just let Jenny know that you're here,

she's upstairs reading
her books, you know.

Jenny!

James is here, Jenny.

He wants you.

He wants to marry you.

- Well, I don't want to marry him.

- Jenny.

Oh Jenny!

- No.

- Jenny, look.

You're lucky that someone's
interested in you at your age,

and you're lucky that it's
a man like James Miller,

a nice man, a good man.

- But mother, I don't love him.

I'd rather kill myself than marry him.

- That's nonsense.

Why, it's all these dreadful
French novels that you read,

I should have burnt them
years ago, they're rubbish.

James Miller is a man, you're a woman,

that's all you need for
a world of possibilities.

Listen to me, I know what
I'm talking about, Jenny.

When a man gets married,
it halves his territory,

but a woman doubles hers.

Jenny, you have to be clever.

- I'd rather be a fool.

I can't help the way I feel.

When I look at James
Miller, I feel nothing.

I don't feel anything.

When I look at him, I don't see anybody.

I don't see the man I'm gonna marry.

- But that's romance, my darling.

This is life.

What will become of you if
you say no to James Miller?

Do you want to dry up, turn yellow,

like that old hag, Miss Russell?

Come on, come downstairs, please.

Come on.

And don't say no, say maybe.

Men like that, believe me.

- I'm very flattered, James Miller.

- Well, thanks Jenny.

- It's a very important decision to make.

- Yes, thank you Jenny, I'm very happy.

- I haven't decided yet.

Um, I have to think about it.

- Er, yes, of course.

Well, thank you much.

- I haven't said yes, James.

I haven't said no, but I haven't said yes.

- But she hasn't said no.

- I have to think about it.

- You'd make me very happy, Jenny.

- James is very grateful

that you're going to think
about it, aren't you, James?

You see, he's a real gentleman.

- Go, James.

Let me think about it.

- Yes, of course, shall I come tomorrow?

- Sunday, come back Sunday.

If I decide before, I'll
send word, I promise.

- But Sunday, that's...

- After Saturday.

- Indeed it is.

- Well, yes, I'll, um,

I'll, I'll, I'll wait.

- Yes.

I'll be thinking about it.

- Good day, Jenny.

Mrs. Hill.

- Oh, it was such a great
pleasure to see you, James,

and your poor mother, God rest her,

she'd be so proud of you.

Jenny, is that you?

Where are you going, child?

- Er, I have, I have to...

- Have to what?

Oh Jenny, no, not him!

- Who?

- Who? Don't pretend with me,

I know he's in town.

Jenny, you've been proposed in marriage,

you'll jeopardize everything.

- I don't care.

- Oh, don't be simple, my darling.

Don't you throw away James
Miller for a man like that.

That man has no soul.

- What do you know about soul?

About love?

- Has he touched you?

Has he ever touched you?

Jenny!

- You smell so good.

- All right, now.

All right.

Tell your boss I said hi.

- Evening.

- Rest easy, Miss Hill,
I'm not contagious.

May I ask what a lady like you's doing

standing on the street
corner at this hour?

The hour of the sinners, we call it.

- I'm just waiting for someone.

- Hmm, a sinner?

- Miller Brown, if you must know.

- Oh, the saintly sinner.

Well, he's inside, why
don't you come on in?

- No.

- Well, look at you.

You're screaming.

Yes, my dear, you are screaming.

My face is on fire, and I
haven't blushed in 15 years.

Well, well, well.

You want me to go call him for you?

- No.

Um,

I'd be very grateful if
you could give this to him.

Thank you.

- Hmm.

Whatever you want.

Oh, and a word of advice
from someone who knows.

Get on with it, 'cause honey,

you're gonna explode.

Step aside, Dutch, I'm back.

Cheers.

- Cheers, Sal.

- Harry.

That's my rag, isn't it, Ray.

Sally Ellis's rag.

Emma!

Where's Emma? Emma!

What's that noise?

- Whips.

- She's just aquiver with anticipation.

- In thy sight,
I stand transfigured.

Glorified aright,

with conscience of the new rays

that proceed out of my
face towards the sun.

There's nothing low in love,

and what I feel,

across the inferior features of what I am,

doth flush itself,

and show how that great work
of love enhances nature's.

- Hi.

I need to talk to you.

I, I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

Everything I close my
eyes, I see your face.

I love you.

I've always loved you.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you love me.

I need you, I need you
to tell me you love me.

- Don't touch me.

- Hold me.
- Don't touch me.

- Hold me.

- Don't touch me.

- Hold me like you hold them.

What are you doing?
- Don't touch me.

- What are you doing?

Put it down.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

Don't do that, don't do that.

Don't walk away.

Don't walk away from me,
don't walk away from me.

- Don't.

- Why?

- Don't touch me.
- Why?

- No!

- What are you afraid of?

You're just like me.

Yes you are.

And we're both lonely.

James Miller asked me to
marry him this morning.

Well, say something, say something!

Please.

- By the power vested in me,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

- We're counting on you.

- Take care now.

- I always remember my mother.

We were going to the grave of my father.

Mother never acknowledged the
existence of Miller Brown.

But as we were getting close

to the spot where he was buried,

I understood she was looking
at my father in his eyes,

and she remembered.

She saw herself young and in love.

I never saw him again till today.

I wonder why.

- James.

- Maybe if you left the valise outside.

- It's the thought that counts.

- Who am I?

- Sh, sh.

- On the way again, huh Miller?

- Same as always.

- Any regrets?

- You know me better than that.

- Yeah, I do know you better than that.

So long, Miller.

Don't take any wooden nickles.

- Are you happy, Jenny?

Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Oh, Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny.

Yes, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny.

Jenny, Jenny, I'm sorry.

Jenny, I'm sorry, don't, don't cry.

Don't cry, Jenny, Jenny please.

What's the matter?

Don't cry.

I'm sorry.

- Don't touch me.

- I don't know what I done.

Please talk to me.

- Miller, my boy.

John Miller is not your father.

He never conceived you.

Miller!

- Take yourself a kind of woman

to take a man like you.

A whore, just like your mother.

- There's nothing low in love,

and what I feel, across the
inferior features of what I am,

doth flush itself and show

how that great work of
love enhances nature's.

- Mrs. Hill!

- Yes!

That's me!

That's for me!

It's from Jenny, she hasn't
shown her face in two weeks.

Obviously the honeymoon
continues.

- How nice, I'm so happy.

- Good morning, Mrs. Hill.

- My dear mother.

Hell will have no surprises for me.

I've never felt so cold,

I've never felt so lonely, so
old, so ugly, so redundant.

He won't touch me, Mother.

He's afraid of me.

Help me.

- Evening, Jenny.

Mm.

Smells good.

I make you unhappy?

Are you disappointed, Jenny?

- Disappointed?

No James.

Everything's turning out to
be just as I thought it would.

- Just tell me, Jenny.

Just tell me, Jenny.

Tell me, talk to me.

What can I do?

I'd give anything to see you smile.

I love you so much.

I just want to hold you in
my arms and make you mine.

And I can't bear the sadness in your eyes.

Jenny.

Jenny.

Morning.

- What are you doing?

- I'm, uh, I'm just, uh, um...

- Yes, it's just what I thought.

- Jenny.

Tonight, you stay in,
and I'll stay outside.

And no matter what you hear,
you won't open the door.

Not even if it's me begging
you to come back in.

You won't open the door, you understand?

- No, why would...

- Don't ask.

Just for tonight.

- James I don't wanna stay here alone.

- I thought you preferred it.

I'm glad you don't.

You have to put the plank across the door.

- Don't look at me!

Don't look at me!

No, don't look at me!

Oh god!

Please, don't, please don't, don't look,

don't look at me!

Help me!

- You made your vow in
front of God Almighty.

For better or for worse, you said.

In sickness or in health, you said.

That man is your husband,
you cannot abandon him.

Shame on you for inventing
such a fantastical story.

- You don't believe me?

- Of course I don't believe you.

- You think I'm lying?

- Of course you're
lying, you foolish girl.

You're obsessed, that's what it is,

it's that Miller Brown, that's what it is.

You're running around the
streets like a scarlet woman!

Oh, God forgive me.

- J-, Jenny.

J-...

Jenny!

Jenny, where are ya?

- I don't care, James
Miller's been a friend of mine

for 20 years.
- James Miller

has to be sent away.
- Why?

He's not a problem.
- I have a wife and children.

- I've got a wife and children too.

- She's dreaming.

- Look, I've got to find Jenny.

I don't know are he is, I just,

I've got to find my daughter.

Please calm down!

There's no need for this hysteria.

- It's James, I just saw him.

He looks normal!

Well, I mean, he's never
really looked normal, you know,

he's always had something
very peculiar about him.

- Hold your venomous
tongue, Gilly Russell.

My daughter is not well,

and I'll thank you to remember

that that's my son in
law you're talking about,

so we'll reserve our
judgment if you don't mind.

- She's with that Sally person right now.

- Sally, Sally, not Sally
Ellis, from Atlanta?

That woman is riddled with disease!

- Y'all know me.

You know me all my life.

I know I'm not too neighborly,

but I wouldn't do no harm to nobody.

Look, some, some folks got palsies,

and some, sleep sickness,
and some, epilepsy.

I kept my afflictions hidden all my life.

I suffer from moon sickness.

Always have.

When I was a baby,

my pa got sick, and my
ma had to work the farm

day and night to keep it, 'member?

She seemed to face
adversity with pleasure.

There's no room for pain.

She dressed herself with smiles.

She seemed almost grateful.

And though I was just a tiny baby,

she dedicated it to me, to me, to me!

And I felt...

She used to pick me up and she put me

in this big basket.

And then she'd carry me around,

put me on the ground.

And I'd look up and I'd smile at her,

when she sang to me.

One night, the moon came
out and bewitched me.

- Oh, what have they done to you?

What have they done to
you, my beautiful girl?

No, no, forgive me,

forgive me please.

Please.

I didn't know!

I do believe you.

I'll give you whatever you want, whatever.

I know you're telling the truth,

I'll go to your husband,

we'll find a way to get with the moons,

I just want you to be happy.

Please, please, look
at me, come home to me.

I'll beg your husband, get his permission.

His permission.

Someone will stay with you once a month,

someone to take care
of you, to be with you.

Someone.

- Who?

- Sh.

Someone.

- Miller.

- Here's where
you belong, Miller.

- Well, I knew I could
count on you, James.

- Thank you, Mrs. Hill,

and of course, you'd be very welcome here.

- Ah, no, no, I,

no, I couldn't stay here, James.

Even if it's only once a month,

I'm much more squeamish than my daughter.

No, it would have to be
someone of Jenny's own choice.

Unless of course you don't approve.

- Oh, no, no.

No, no, no, of course,
whatever Jenny wants,

whatever she wants.

- Well, just so then, leave it to me.

You know, you have your mother's eyes.

You're a handsome man, James Miller.

I don't know why you
hide behind that beard.

- Am I being fair?

Is the happiness of one worth
the suffering of another?

No, the answer must be no.

No, I say in this letter to myself.

- Well, look who we have here.

It was bad enough sitting
at a poker table with you.

Never thought I'd stoop so low

to be thrown in the same
dump with someone like you,

bastard.

- What?

I didn't hear you.

- Get up, Miller Brown.

I have a business proposition for you.

- Come here, boys.

- It's a brother's request.

- Get outta here.

Half.

- Half brother's still brother.

- A stranger's still a stranger.

- What happened?

- Let's find out.

It's getting close.

I don't feel nothing to you.

- I'm asking for your help.

I'm asking for you to
protect an innocent life.

- An innocent life.

What kinda stories your
mamma tell you every night

afore she'd tuck you in?

You know what I heard?

Instead of some strange
men spilling their seed,

that was my momma rocking me to sleep.

I got my memories of Papa too.

- You want me to beg you?

I'll beg you.

I'd do anything for her.

You do this for me,

I'll see you get what's yours.

- Mister,

you don't know what's mine.

- Let me help you.

Hold up there, whoa.

- You need a shave.

- Evening.

- Evening.

- Goodbye, mother.

I never really knew him,

but he couldn't possibly have
known how much you needed him.

I'm glad you're here, Miller.

- Maybe it's not coming out tonight.

- I...

- I know.

- I...

- I know.

Okay.

- He's in pain.

- He doesn't want you to see him.

- Please, please, please save me!

I love her!

I love her!

- Don't suffer!

- I'm here.