Original subtitles

Water rushes

Water splashes

fire crackles

Birds sing - insects chirp

He whistles

pig grunts

there you go.

Pig grunts

he clicks his tongue pig squeaks

pig snuffles

Pig snuffles and grunts

pig grunts

have a truffle, girl.

He sniffs

pig grunts - good find, girl.

Pig grunts

Pig snorts

He whistles

pig grunts

He sighs

Birds sing

vehicle approaches

distant music plays

music: "Danse macabre" by Camille Saint-saens

music stops - car door opens

Amir sighs... door slams

Amir: Oh, boy.

Excuse me. - Pig grunts

no.

No, fuck off. - Car horn beeps

get away from my car.

Go, go.

Come on.

No, no, not me, either.

What's up, man?

Oh, wow.

Beautiful.

Woo!

I don't know how this little fucker does it.

How do you do it?

He coughs... pig grunts

you sure you don't want one of those, um...

Camp showers, you know?

The ones with the propane and the hot water?

What about that phone?

I don't wanna be the one to drive up and find you, like...

Dead.

You know, there's, like, animals and shit out here.

Ok.

He whistles

oh.

Amir: Good talk, Rob.

See you next Thursday, asshole.

Car radio restarts

car drives away

Tape plays guitar sounds

woman giggles on tape

go... giggling continues

go out, go away.

Get out, get out, it's just... I'm trying to surprise you.

I'm trying... I'm...

Birds sing

pig grunts

pig trots around and grunts

I'm ok.

Pig grunts

insects chirp

coyotes howl

it's just coyotes.

Back to bed, girl. - Pig grunts

coyotes howl

Coyotes howl

leaves rustle

Pig grunts

pig grunts

he clicks his tongue

pig snorts

hey, hey. You're ok.

It's just coyotes.

That's it.

Go to bed.

Floor creaks... pig grunts

twig snaps - distant whispers

loud thud - he grunts

woman: Grab it! - Pig squeals

man grunts

get it. Get it! Man: I got it, got it.

Pig squeals

let her go! - Metal bar rings

man: Oh, my god!

Pig squeals - man scoffs

woman: Go, go, go, go!

Pig squeals

no.

No.

He grunts

engine revs

Birds sing

door creaks

door thuds

he grunts - door thuds

door thuds

blood squelches

he grunts

door thuds

Door creaks

He whistles weakly

he whistles weakly

door thuds

Door thuds

motor splutters

motor starts

Gears grind

Motor rumbles

Motor strains

Motor creaks loudly

motor judders and thuds

Engine starter wheezes

Car horn blares

Blues music plays

tap runs

dishes clatter

Indistinct chatter

bell rings

Can I help you?

Is, uh...

He coughs

Marge here?

Marge died ten years ago.

Oh.

Do you have a phone?

Are you gonna order something?

No.

Music continues indistinct chatter

car horn beeps

let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go!

Thank you!

You motherfucker.

Whoa...

Does that hurt?

Listen, man. You know this isn't, like...

My problem, right?

You want your supply...

I need my pig.

Music: "Dies irae" from requiem mass by verdi

man on radio: The classical composers are those

of the first rank

who have developed music to the highest pitch of perfection

on its formal side.

Therefore, where classical music proves superior

to all other forms is in its staying power.

It was beautiful 200 years ago

and will remain beautiful 200 years from now.

Radio clicks off

radio clicks on

something so potent and elemental in the appeal.

Radio clicks off

dogs bark

Amir: "How's it going, Mac?"

"Mac"

You know I don't like buyers coming out to the site.

Yeah, hey, Mac.

Sorry, I'm just, um...

Um, uh, we're just looking for that couple

with the green pickup.

Turquoise.

You got a little somethin'.

Uh, they haven't been around for a few weeks.

What'd they do? - Nothing.

Just a little misunderstanding we gotta get sorted out.

They took my pig.

What kind of pig?

It's a truffle pig.

Motherfucker.

Wicky, you take over.

Anyone fucks with wicky, I'll break your fingers!

Motherfuckers!

I expect certain things

from the people I do business with.

I think that's reasonable.

Yeah. We appreciate that, Mac.

Mm-hmm. We really do appreciate it.

You've been digging my sites.

No. No, no, no.

We wouldn't do that. - Uh-uh.

This guy comes telling me you took his pig.

That means you're poaching.

Ok, listen. We don't even have the pig anymore.

Ok? I mean, I swear. Who has it?

I don't know.

Did you see him?

She scoffs

I didn't get, like, a fucking ID or...

It was just some guy with money...

Rich? - Um, he came to us.

Oh, he... he drove a nice car.

What kind of car did he drive, man?

Black.

It was... it was waxy.

It was just some city guy. I don't...

I don't know.

Engine starts

Amir: So I guess that's it? You just find a new one?

Another pig can't do what she did.

Amir: I don't know, man, get a...

Get a good trainer or something.

You lose a season while I train a pig that'll never be as good?

He sighs

What?

"A city guy".

What are you gonna do?

Knock on every fuckin' door in Portland?

I might know someone

who knows the industry.

You "might"?

L... I'm not taking you to the fucking city

ok? That's where I do my business.

Are you afraid?

He scoffs

listen, what I do is all about my reputation.

People talk.

People talk? - - Yeah.

People talk. - Stop saying that.

You like this car?

You like...

That shirt?

Shut up. - Engine revs

Sirens wail

Yo!

Is this the spot?

I need $10.

Sure you do.

Music: "Black veil" by roseblood

♪ if you see a woman walking through town ♪

♪ Covered in a black veil from her head to the ground ♪

♪ Think about the love you lost the night you left me ♪

♪ The week ending high... ♪

Music continues in distance

distant chatter

Distant sirens wail

Have you heard anything about a pig?

I remember a time

when your name meant something to people, Robin.

But now...

You have no value.

You don't even exist anymore.

You don't exist.

He sighs

You even know his real name?

Open the door.

How do you know that guy?

Rob, how do you know him?

I used to live around here.

Was that Edgar?

How do you know Edgar?

What time is it?

What? - I don't have a watch.

Oh, shocker.

It's 9:15.

What are we doing?

We're waiting until 12:00.

Music plays from inside

Amir: Oh, shit!

Just you... yeah, you go.

Dishes clatter - distant chatter

go away.

I need to go inside.

We don't have a bathroom.

I'm having a night out with my friend.

He mutters: Don't say anything...

Amir?

He mutters: You stupid asshole...

Amir!

He's gonna kill me... - Yo!

Dave?

What's up, my dude?

I didn't know you were working tonight.

Yeah.

Is this guy with you?

Hey, listen...

He's my dad's friend.

I'm just showing him around and we're just...

Just whatever, man. He's Buddhist.

I don't care.

Music: "Work that skirt" by Jo part

indistinct chatter

Amir: Do you even know where we're going?

Brah?

Robin: We're going to the hotel Portland.

Amir: What?

What hotel? What?

The hotel Portland. I know this city.

There is no such thing as a hotel Portland.

I'm sticking my neck out.

And we're in my city now so you have to...

You know, you gotta keep me in the loop.

There is no loop. We're finding my pig.

You're not part of a loop.

You're my ride.

Fuck you, man!

You're just a fucking homeless asshole

who probably fucks his pig.

I'm so sick of your shit!

Do you know what you're worth to me

without that pig? Nothing.

Fucking zero!

You're gonna have a fucking stroke in that cabin

and I'm gonna be the only one that fucking notices.

So how about try and give me some fucking respect?

I don't fuck my pig.

He grunts - items clatter

fuck this, man! I am fucking outta here.

Robin: The hotel...

Was torn down back in the '50s.

Now it's pioneer square.

But they just covered up the subbasement, so...

It's all still there under the park.

What? - Now it's Edgar's place.

That's where we're going.

Now you're in the loop.

Help me.

Whatever happens, just stay back.

Amir: What does that mean?

What's "whatever"?

Rob?

It's dusty.

Leave that off. Your eyes will adjust.

Edgar's been running fights for restaurant workers

for 30 years.

If your name means something, they'll bid high.

That's all he sees.

How do you know that?

Who are you?

Distant crowd noise

Punch thuds - crowd cheers

music: "I only have eyes for you" by the flamingos

clock ticks - punches thud

he whistles

♪ I can't sing anymore ♪

Ten seconds. That is 500 bucks for Dennis.

Crowd clamours

and next up, we've got...

Loud whistle

♪ sha bop sha bop ♪ ♪ are the stars... ♪

Hushed mutters

music fades

Pen scrapes

crowd mutters

Crowd whispers

Person whispers: Oh, shit.

Person whispers: Oh, my god.

Music fades back in

♪ I don't know if ♪

♪ We're in a garden ♪

Clock ticks

he grunts

he spits

punches thud

he grunts

He pants

punch thuds - Robin grunts

clock ticks

clock stops

punches continue to thud

punch thuds

punch thuds

punch thuds

he whistles

Man whispers: Is he dead?

He groans

Man whispers: I cannot believe what we just saw.

He grunts

woman whispers: Do we call someone?

Should someone help him?

Table thuds

I'm looking...

For my pig.

Car horns beep outside

Distant door rattles

packaging rustles

He grunts

he sighs

Fire alarm beeps

Amir: Shit!

Towel flaps

music: "Lakme, flower duet" by delibes

I'm sorry. I don't cook very much.

You know the place?

Finway's?

Yeah, it's hot.

Can you get a reservation for lunch?

Sure.

Yeah.

He grunts

You know, when I was a kid...

My parents used to do this...

"Date night" thing.

I mean...

Not a lot, my dad was...

Really busy.

They'd usually come back

fighting and screaming at each other

and my mum would get all...

Mopey.

But...

This one night...

I remember

going to this restaurant and...

They came back

and they were so happy.

Like, they were smiling and...

Talking about the food and the wine

and really, really, really drunk.

They talked about that meal for years.

Even after the chef, this huge chef

just disappeared.

That was your spot.

People still talk about it, you know?

It's probably the only time I remember my mum...

Like...

What happened to her?

She's...

Um, she killed herself.

She was...

She was never, like...

When you're like that...

It's just, it's gonna happen sooner or later.

My dad was...

He was always the tough one in the family.

So, his business is bomb.

I mean, he's not going anywhere anytime soon.

He's very...

He's very "with it".

Know what I mean?

He's locked in.

Motherfucker. He scoffs

he inhales deeply

Robin: We don't...

Have to care.

People first came out here...

Ten thousand years ago.

We would've been under...

Four hundred feet of water.

Every 200 years...

We get an earthquake

right along the coast.

One's coming up.

When the shockwave hits...

Most of the city will flatten.

Every bridge...

Will fall...

Into the willamette

so...

There's nowhere to go

even if we could.

Anyone who survives that's...

Just waiting.

Five minutes later...

They'll look up...

And they'll see a wave...

Ten storeys high.

And then all of this...

Everyone...

It's all gonna be at the bottom of the ocean...

Again.

You should use stale bread for French toast.

Music: "Danse macabre" by Camille Saint-saens

man on radio: A tone becomes musical material

only by association with another tone.

We might hear it alone

study its quality

and determine its degree of acuteness or gravity, but it...

You want that 150% carthusianum?

You come to me.

If you want some bullshit indicum, then you go to Katie.

You want some shit that's been sitting in a...

Tap runs fuck. You want some shit

that's been sitting in a cooler for three days?

Then you go to my father, but if you want the real thing

if you want the rea/thing, then you come to me.

I'm the king of the jungle! He grunts

hey, you're buddies with the sous-chef

over at finway's, right?

How many grams are we at?

Uh, 220.

That's close enough. Cool. So, um...

Hey, Jess'll get you on the way out, alright?

Right. Awesome, um...

You are friends with finway's guy, right?

Yeah.

Sweet. Sweet.

Yo, you think you could, like...

Score me Ares for lunch today or...?

You know that's your dad's spot.

Yeah. No, I... I mean, I know.

It's just like...

It's fine. He knows. It's cool. I'm not there for business.

I'm just... I have a friend in town.

Anyway, you know how busy they are this time of year?

For sure, for sure, but...

I mean, you got like mad ins there, so...

Come on!

Hey.

Half off.

No.

My friend is Robin feld.

Faint handpan plays

Faint handpan plays

handpan notes tinkle

Handpan notes tinkle

handpan continues

Handpan notes tinkle

That sounds nice.

What is it?

It's called a handpan.

Wanna try it?

Distant voices inside

Note plays

handpan tinkles

does your face hurt?

Yeah.

Handpan tinkles

thanks.

What's your name?

I'm Rob.

I used to live here.

What happened to the persimmon tree?

Boy: What's a persimmon?

It's a, uh...

It's an orange fruit.

Looks kind of like a tomato.

But you...

You can't eat it if it's not ripe. It's awful.

But...

If you give it time

it gets rid of these things called tannins

and then they're very good.

I don't think we have a persimmon tree.

No?

That's ok.

Did it die?

Woman, vo: We all have a set of held beliefs

about the world around us.

To challenge them

ls to acknowledge our foundation is sand

but it opens us up to something greater.

To pure connection.

To true life.

Today's journey begins by uniting the depths of the sea

with the riches of our forests.

We've emulsified locally-sourced scallops

encased in a flash-frozen seawater roe blend

on a bed of foraged huckleberry foam

all bathed in the smoke from Douglas fir cones.

I'd like to speak to the chef.

Amir sighs

listen, man, can we try to keep a low profile?

My dad sells to this place.

I'm not really supposed to be in here.

Sorry.

It's ok.

Why?

Why what?

Why aren't you supposed to be in here?

Amir: Oh, that's nice.

You know, we just have a thing.

We don't step on each other's sales.

I've got my business and he's got his.

Why don't you work for him?

I will, one day, you know

when I'm more established.

Your dad sounds terrible.

Well, you know...

We can't all live in the woods.

I mean, it sounds like he's not very supportive.

Well, he knows that I can make it on my own.

You know, in this business, you got to...

He whistles you got to...

You know, I don't need help. I don't need his help.

Let me do the talking, ok?

Ok.

Hi, I'm chef finway. Welcome to eurydice.

The food is really good.

Well, thank you. Thank you.

I'm so glad you're enjoying it.

Um...

We heard there were some new truffles on the menu?

A few truffle dishes for the winter menu.

I-it's a fascinating

and expanding local industry with deep roots...

In old-world, uh, traditions.

Great.

Um...

I'm looking for a truffle pig.

I don't...

I, uh, I don't understand.

I just wanna know about the pig.

Tell him who you are.

Come on. Tell him.

Chef feld?

Oh, my god. Uh, may I?

Uh, how are you? My god, you...

You've been off the scene for what, uh, ten years?

Amir: 15.

Really? Ok.

I thought you were, um, well, I mean...

Time is very, uh... - Sure.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, do you need medical attention?

No, thank you.

Uh, you probably don't remember me

but I actually worked at Hestia.

You were a prep cook for two months.

Was it two months? - I fired you

because you always overcooked the pasta.

He laughs

ah, ah! Now, this is excellent.

This is a, uh, a 2012 Pinot from just 20 miles away.

So do you know about the pig?

Uh, why... Why do you want a pig?

It's my pig.

Oh, ok. Uh, that... That... that's great.

That's a... that's a... That's a great business.

It's a... it's a... It's an expanding industry.

It's... it's...

Someone stole it.

He chuckles

I really, um...

I respect you, chef, I always have.

But I'm running a business here

and people have expectations

uh, critics, investors...

So forth, and, uh... Truffles are...

Are... are a key part

of the whole, uh, concept

of the winter menu and they need to be the top of the line.

So, you understand.

I-1 have...

I have the utmost respect for you, utmost.

Indistinct chatter

What is the...

"Concept" here?

Um, well, uh...

We're interested in taking local ingredients

uh, native to this region and...

And just deconstructing them

you know, making the...

The familiar feel foreign.

Thereby giving us, uh...

An even greater appreciation of food as a whole.

This is the kind of cooking you like?

It's cutting-edge, it's very exciting.

Exciting?

Uh, I mean, everybody loves it.

You like cooking it?

Absolutely.

Derek...

What was it you always used to talk about opening?

Wasn't it a pub?

Every... everyone loves it here.

It's a... This is a huge success.

Robin: Why didn't you open your pub?

He stammers

I don't know that I really wanted, uh, I mean...

It's such... that was such a long time ago.

When I fired you, I asked you what you wanted to do.

You said you'd have a few rooms upstairs

a real english pub.

D-did I say that? - Yes.

Nobody wants pubs around here.

It's... it's...

It's a terrible investment.

Robin: What was going to be your signature dish?

Liver scotch eggs with a honey curry mustard.

He laughs

they're not real.

You get that, right?

None of it is real.

The critics aren't real...

The customers aren't real...

Because this isn't real.

You aren't real.

What?

He laughs ok.

Derek, why do you care about these people?

They don't care about you, none of them.

They don't even know you

because you haven't shown them.

Every day, you wake up

and there'll be less of you.

You live your life for them

and they don't even see you.

You don't even see yourself.

We don't get a lot of things to really care about.

He gulps

Derek...

Who has my pig?

He's not somebody you wanna make angry.

He will be angry.

Amir: Rob!

Rob, it wasn't me, ok?

I don't even talk to him.

Open it.

Rob, I didn't say shit, ok?

Please, I... I didn't even know about it.

Take me to him.

This is my dad, ok?

It's my dad. You don't understand.

Robin yells: No! - Car thuds

fuck! - Stop!

Stop! What the fuck?

The Camaro! What the fuck? The Camaro!

Stop! - Car thuds

you psycho. What's his address?

Listen, man, I will get you a new one.

I will get you a new one. I swear.

I'll take a hit for the season. What is it!

380 northwest Willow.

We're done.

I don't wanna see you again.

So that's it?

Really?

I'm right here!

Man, I am right here. We can work this out!

Ok. You know what? Fuck!

Music: "Dies irae" from requiem mass by verdi

He screams

man on radio: All great men are ahead of their time

and in all great music

no matter when written, you shall find instances of...

Hi, mum.

Um...

I met the guy who, um...

Who made you that dinner.

Do you remember that dinner?

Indistinct announcement

I actually think you'd really like him.

Maybe not. He chuckles

I don't know.

Would you wish dad would just let you die?

Don't you just wish he'd let you die?

Nurse: Excuse me.

Um, I was gonna

clean her trach, but... - Mm.

Did you wanna see her?

No.

Machines beep

music: "Lakme, flower duet" by delibes

Amir's father: Can I say...

It's an honour meeting you.

Half the restaurants in Portland owe you a debt.

I'd like my pig back.

My son means well, but, uh...

He's not cut out for this business.

It'll eat him alive.

I mean, he'll be ok. I'll find him a nice desk job

something out of the way. That's really where he belongs.

I don't care.

You know, he, uh...

He told me the first day that he met you...

It was actually sweet.

And I didn't think the business would take off, but...

Here I am with egg on my face.

But I think now it's time

for somebody who knows what they're doing to take over.

I want...

My pig back. - - Yeah.

I'll give you $15,000

to walk away. - No.

Twenty thousand. - No.

Twenty million?

He laughs

he sighs

but I don't think you understand what I am.

From the very first moment my son started selling for you

you've been in my world.

This whole time, all these years

Edgar, finway...

Those tweaked out fucks

they're mine.

That's just how it is...

And you have nothing to bargain with.

Now, I will have $25,000 delivered

to that little campground of yours tomorrow.

If I see you again...

You do anything to fuck with me

I will chop that pig up into bacon.

I can buy another one.

Now get out of my house.

Were you always like this...

Or was it just after she died?

Were you?

You made the right choice

being out there in the woods.

You had your moment

but there's nothing here for you anymore.

There's really nothing here for most of us.

You don't keep a grip on it

that's pretty much it.

Buy yourself a new pig.

Record player crackles

I thought you might need your ride.

I have a bike.

I'm sorry I told him about you.

I really didn't know he'd take her.

I don't need my pig to find truffles.

What?

The trees.

The trees tell you where to look.

Then why the fuck did we do all this?

I love her.

Do you have a pen?

What?

I have to write something.

Um...

Well, if the city floods, we can always go up to mount hood.

Hood's an active volcano.

Well, I'm not fucking moving to Seattle.

Fuck Seattle.

I'm gonna need you to drop me off

and go and get everything on that list.

I can't get all this stuff.

Check in with the names. Tell them you're with me.

You want me to use your name?

Should I even ask what we're doing?

We're getting my pig back.

Seabirds cry

Speaker beeps woman: Can I help you?

Hi, um... I'm looking for jezebel.

Woman: You'll have to scheaqule an appointment.

Button beeps Robin feld sent me.

Door buzzes

Amir: Are these all yours?

Jezebel.: Well, now...

Yes.

They used to belong to Robin and Laurie.

Who's Laurie?

He didn't ask me to...

But I'm saving the one next to it for him.

You tell him that, ok?

You made it a bakery?

I'm a baker.

I kept it the same for a couple years.

I thought maybe you'd come take it back.

But you didn't...

And, um...

It wasn't me.

You're a chef.

I'm a baker.

Do you still make your salted baguette?

Robin...

I do still make it.

The same recipe?

Same recipe.

Do you have a loaf?

Can I have another?

He sighs

Robin: You got rid of the curtains?

Laurie always wanted to.

This is better.

Engine starts

Inaudible dialogue

Dad?

Dad, can you come out here?

We made you dinner.

Dad: You can leave.

We made you dinner.

Thank you.

Glasses clink

Your son found this.

Breath shudders

Mm...

He whimpers

Door slams

Dad: Get out.

Please, get out.

Get out!

Get out of my house! Get out!

I remember every meal I ever cooked.

I remember every person I ever served.

Why are you doing this?

Dad sighs

I'm sorry, but, um...

By the time I got it...

These waste of space junkies, they...

They were too rough.

We, uh...

Couldn't...

Sound muffles

she died.

Sound mutes

Wind blows

Insects chirp

what can I get you two?

Um...

He clears throat what pie do you have today?

Waitress: We don't do pie.

Amir: You don't do pie?

Waitress: We have chocolate chip cookies

cheesecake, and brownies.

Amir clears throat alright. We'll get two brownies.

Can we have some coffee too?

Waitress: Cream and sugar?

Amir: Sure.

He sniffs

What are you thinking?

I was thinking...

If I never came looking for her...

In my head...

She'd still be alive.

But she wouldn't be.

Footsteps approach

cup clunks

cup clunks

No, she wouldn't.

Insects chirp

You ok?

I think I'm gonna walk.

You ok?

Yeah.

I'll see you Thursday?

Yeah.

He sighs

To recognise the three elements

on which music rests

melody, Harmony, and rhythm.

Can he recognise them with sufficient...

Radio clicks off

Engine stops

Woman on tape: Hey, no!

She laughs ah...

Guitar strums on tape

so I know we're going to a really fancy restaurant

tonight and you're gonna complain about the food

and I'm gonna have to get really drunk to deal with it.

But it's your birthday...

And I love you.

This song reminds me of you.

Happy birthday.

Guitar strums an introduction

♪ Hey, little girl, is your daddy home? ♪

♪ Did he go and leave you all alone? ♪

♪ Mm-hm ♪

♪ I got a bad desire ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? ♪

♪ Can he do to you the things that I do? ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ I can take you higher ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Oh-oh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Oh-oh-ooh ♪

♪ Sometimes it's like someone took a knife ♪

♪ Baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley ♪

♪ Through the middle of my skull ♪

♪ At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet ♪

♪ And a freight train running through the middle of my head ♪

♪ Only you can cool my desire ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh ♪

Guitar shuffles - cassette ends

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