All language subtitles for Wildgroei _ It Will Never Be Spring (1994)

IT WILL NEVER BE SPRING

You can't deny it.
You'd prefer never to wake up.

We'll just continue with ourselves.

And we'll say the situation is, was
and will be absurd.

You didn't want to go back to the past.
If only it was the past.

Insane!
Idiot that you were!

"You're a broken lily", said Auntie.
"Who wants another drink", said Uncle.

"Krupuk, guys."

The night's so long.

It never ends.

Don't bother others with it.

LIN LAMMERSE
IT WILL NEVER BE SPRING

IT WILL NEVER BE SPRING

My dear angel, I travel thousands
of kilometres because our lives...

are thousands of kilometres apart.

My dear angel, I travel thousands
of kilometres because our lives...

are thousands of kilometres apart.

My dear angel, I travel thousands
of kilometres because our lives...

are thousands of kilometres apart.

Excuse me, gentlemen, would you write
an address on this envelope?

Are you that clumsy?
-I want to try another handwriting.

Alright, because you dance so well.

Forget him.

What makes you say that?

Well, he'll read it and then what?

No, my man can't read.
-Is he a dog?

I don't envy him.

You're dealing with two exceptional
gentlemen here.

Shall I give him your regards?
You can write your name here.

No.
-Why not?

What does he have that we don't?

He's not as nice.
-Ah, you're one of those.

Where is that?
-On a beautiful river.

Can you get there by boat?
-Yes.

Boats often go there.
-With you included, I bet.

No, I don't go there anymore,
to the land of a little happiness.

I live my little life.

What kind of type do you
think I am?

I think I'm mature enough to be
with you.

If I'd still been 18, it would have
killed me.

Thanks gentlemen.
I have to post this quickly.

So they can still take it.

We should always save women
in need.

Come back!

I only talk to myself.
Better leave me be.

Attention.
-Oh oh, what a little lady.

I can already tell I'll love
her a lot.

Thank you.
I'll be alright now.

I have to turn my life into
creativity.

You're acting strange.
-I'm a writer.

I'm a bit stuck.
-I understand, an artist.

We all call our own journey art.

Hang out with us for a while.

You look like you need to be
spoilt.

Some men remind you that
they're men.

You really have to love them a lot
otherwise it's unacceptable.

Fantastic boat.
-An intimate boat, isn't it?

You can't avoid really getting to know
someone here.

Shall we moor the boat there?

That's not good.
No, not there.

Is this also not good?
-Not good at all.

Now we can't go anywhere anymore.

We'll have to stay on the water.

You have to man up a bit.

Such sadness that I'm reading.

It's the diary of a mad person.

You spy on my loneliness like
a voyeur.

My friend is crude... and curious.

I want to get off now!
-Stay here.

We've already fantasised ourselves
to death.

Read a bit from the book to us.
-Ok.

That night, my sister Maro and I went
to the cinema.

And there I saw Him, with a capital.
Next to us.

I was insanely curious.

What are you afraid of?

She can't stand it.
No, she can't stand it.

She can't stand India.

She's asleep.

EMIL LOMBARDO
PUBLISHER

The abandoned tennis court.

Anne-Marie Stretter's red bicycle.

He's a publisher.
I'll tell him I write.

He's already in my blood.

You'll start a practice here and I'll
be your assistant.

The publishing company's
doing well.

I only see diapers on the clothesline.
-What?

Do you think so?
Give me.

I want that they're tea towels.
What a disaster.

What are they?
-Diapers, I tell you.

Keep driving.
Just keep driving.

I'm going to take you home. You have
to learn to look after yourself.

Waiter!

Madam?

A cappuccino, please.

Fine, Madam.

Waiter!

Madam?
-Can I pay?

It's 1.25, Madam.

Here you are.
-Oh, thank you!

No Madam, I'm not a waiter.

Of course you're not a waiter.
Darling.

You're my chosen one.
Yes, you too.

Do stay.
Forever?

Yes, give a lot.
Do give a lot.

Only give.

And stay in control.
Excuse me?

No... never mind.

A cappuccino, please.

Of course, lady.

Madam.

Madam.

COFFEE AND APPLE PIE

Can I recommend our excellent
apple pie?

With or without whipped cream?
-With, please.

There's no reason to diet anyway.
-Fine, Madam.

Delicious, thank you.

You're a Sunday's child, I can
see that.

Do you think so?
It's interesting here.

You live in paradise here.
-Indeed I do.

I'd hate to wake up in a city in
the morning.

I want to die here.

Are you on holiday?

No.

Do you feel like you're on holiday?
-Absolutely.

That's a shame.

Good evening.

How much is a room?
-85 a day.

That's expensive.
-Some things have to be expensive.

Come in.

I'll take it.

Such a small bed.

When you go to sleep, jump into
the bed from a metre away...

and never let your arms hang outside
of the bed at night.

Do you believe in fairy tales?

I do.
Please sign the guestbook.

Madam.

WHAT'S DONE CANNOT BE UNDONE

You have an ant hill in the house!
-Yes, they're my children.

Chica... Not so fast.
-There's not much time, Sir.

Do you want tea or coffee
with breakfast?

I'm a sore loser. You too?

Brilliant.

You're my man.
-You're skipping entire chapters.

You know, the expression...

Someone says something and then you say
"You're my man"...

But I'm a woman so you can't say
"You're my..."

Never mind.

I'm dealing with a huge, fat baby.

What do you do?

I write.
-That's quite a profession.

I'm becoming a writer.
Who are you?

My name's Lombardo.

I'd love to be your publisher.

That's impossible.
I'm already with someone.

Let me be clear. I like you but you're
not suitable to get old with.

Let me say goodbye then.
-No, I want to know all about you.

The woman behind this game, this
clumsiness.

You must be full of philosophy,
because I can't quite follow you.

I'll write about myself.
For you.

Bon.

You have beautiful angels up there.

Yes, they're giving each other lessons
in love, not like these days.

All that grabbing.

Hello.
-Hello.

A short break for breakfast.

Don't you get nauseous from wolfing
it down?

My stomach has adjusted to
singledom.

I've been living alone for a long time.
-Yes, I can smell that sometimes.

When the wind's westerly or
easterly?

I smell the years gone by
in your clothing.

Yes, a strange kind of tea smell.
-Well, it beats glue.

Gentlemen, listen.

I have an ailment. Generally, I can only
stay two days or nights in a place.

But something strange happened
to me.

Emil showed me the house and
I never wanted to leave anymore.

The steps.

A scaffold, all made and restored
by me.

Everything was finished and then
I had to wait very long.

Maybe for years.
And then you arrived.

You can tell I was extremely bored.

Yes, then loneliness starts to reek.

So now I'm your steps.

It's been a long time since I could
talk to someone.

Thanks, I'll pay.

Stay a bit.
-Why a bit?

Where only a bit human anymore.
There's little left of me.

You'll stay and you'll write for me.
You promised.

And I want you to dedicate it to me.
Come.

My mother gave me this candle.

I wasn't allowed to light it until there
was a new fairy in my life.

Those mothers.

No, don't blow it out.

We'll wait until it burns out
completely.

Such sadness.

He's a burning candle himself.

Except he didn't go out.

My lie taught me a new profession.

Writing and the lie made me happy.

During the day I worked on
my new story.

In the evenings, he kissed me
passionately.

Was it your idea to bring her
along?

A new woman on board every weekend!

And you keep rewriting.

So you stayed with him.
And then?

I wrote my sister many letters about
my lonely adventure.

She was the only one who knew.

Dear Maro, cappuccino life has
started.

Foot size 48.
The art of success.

It's lovely and quiet here.

Emil loves life, just like you.

Yes, they still exist.

I told him I'm a writer
and now I have no choice.

There's no way back.

Love, Lin.

Well, Lombardo...

Welcome, girl. Come in.

I saw a cat, shot dead.
I'll never get used to it.

Yes, nature's cruel.

Cats hunt all the cute little
birds here.

Very mean.
-It's a bird paradise here.

Do you like birds?
-Yes, who doesn't?

Cats, for instance.

Lin...

What's your biggest secret?

Why?
-Because I'm asking.

You first.
-Now, now, how old are we?

I asked you a question.
-Alright.

How do you think I feel about you?

You like me an awful... awful lot.

Now you.

I think you're very nice.

I see a very different woman
than I had imagined.

You're my chosen one.

No, don't touch.
Then I'll fuck you right away.

Finish the book first.

How's the writing going anyway?
I hope you also write about us.

So the world knows there are two
nice characters left.

You'll dedicate it to me and I'll edit
it with my red pencil.

And then you'll have to rewrite it.
And that will age you by ten years.

Voilà! Let me read.

Go away. Don't distract me.
I'm working.

This begs for rape.

I long for you.
I'd love to enter your head.

Oh, little man.
-Sounds stressy.

It's not healthy to write on your
own for this long.

Let's heal each other.

Don't ambush me like that.

Finally I see the real you.
-The real me? What are you doing?

This is an expression of love.

How do you like my body?

Don't you care about me at all?
-Oh yes!

Scream then, woman!

I feel so terribly lonely.

This is nice too.
Why does anyone have shoe size 48?

What a question.
-Because otherwise they'd fall over.

How do you like the man?
-I like him.

He's now reading the first part of my
manuscript. I get to rest a bit.

So you're still a bit with him.
At least your book is.

When can I come?
-Emil likes intelligent women.

Emil!

It smells good here.

How have you been?

How have I been? I've been waiting
for you like a rutting bear.

But I was brave.

I missed you.

Emil, I'm so glad I'm back.
-Shall we be silent for a moment?

Oh, well... absolutely!

Did you finish it already?
-Shhh... what did I say?

The way you deal with your
imagination...

Are you sick, darling?
-Shhh.

I'm thinking.

There's no need anymore.
You've got me, a roof over your head...

I'm going to make you happy.
-You have me.

With your book, that is.

This is called happiness.
This happiness isn't what it's about.

We were supposed to shut up,
but here we go again.

Be silent and give yourself to me.

That brings me perfect happiness.

I still like you, but you'll have
to face certain facts.

Facts?
-You leave certain things out.

You have certain expectations and when
you're disappointed...

Like what? Give an example.
-It can't be pinpointed.

They're things that build up and
when it becomes too much...

It doesn't make you less as a person,
only as a candidate for living with.

Come here.
You're my inspiration.

Why do you act like this?
What is it with you?

I've waited for you and now you're
here and there's nothing.

You have no joie de vivre at all.
-What?

I admit I'm better at writing than
at talking.

Can I interrupt you?
You're lying, you manipulate everything.

Me, what are you talking about?

You're wiping out my entire life.

I don't wipe you out.
You destroy me.

You can't write, little liar.
You're wrong.

I'm only a simple soul...
unhappy...

I react a bit primarily and you
create a whole world around that.

I can keep editing you.
It's all so simple, Lin.

Oh, please.

Are we starting a practice here?

That's going to be a lengthy
education.

You'd like to flush me through
the toilet, wouldn't you?

What did I say? Relax.

I know a better place.
Don't you like normal?

Are you that unhappy?

Stop it.

I'm going to push you all
the way in.

Aren't you exaggerating a bit?
-You know I'm crazy about you.

Stay like this for a moment.

I want to hold on to this moment
of happiness.

Because it's so short-lived.

It's so beautiful here.
-Oh yes.

I'd asked my sister to visit us
on Emil's birthday.

The more the merrier.

She was an hour early.

Hello, Emil.
I'm here already.

This is for you.
And I knitted this for you.

Because you're not just anyone.

Well... thank you.

Where's Lin?

The older you get, the more time
it takes to make yourself look good.

Have a pastry.

Did you have the hots for Lin when
you saw her?

Yes, I was quite impressed by that
woman.

But in the end, she chose me.

But choosing someone isn't the same
as being impressed by them.

Actually, she didn't choose me but Him,
with a capital.

Even though I'd told her to
leave Him alone.

Could you imagine liking it here?

It doesn't matter to me.

I get used to people quickly.

My weak spots are somewhere else.

Hello.
-Hello.

Your houses are becoming more
and more beautiful.

Lin baked this.
Whole-meal carrot cake.

Unfortunately, she always needs
a cookbook.

Apparently, it's hard to memorise
things.

Without a cookbook she fails
right away.

Oh, that contemptuous voice and
those contemptuous comments...

Something's wrong.
Or something's wrong with me.

The way he treats his ants.
So gentle and tender.

First I thought his hands caress
the ants. Crazy!

On Sundays, he crushes a few.
Because it's Sunday.

Plop, plop, plop.

If only I had...
-Yes, lots of "if only's".

Hey, how should one live?
What will become of us?

We don't know.
I thought I'd be happy with Lin.

But each night, she lays still beside me
and repeats that she fears abandonment.

Emil's run out of imagination.
He needs pointers.

Generally speaking, this means it's
time for a baby.

Very good, Maro!
Hear that, Lin?

The best advice against boredom.
-Come, guys.

They're waiting for us.

Cheers.

Come with me.
-Well...

I can't dance.

You're beautiful.
I'm not made of stone.

You?
-I'm a subservient type.

You can use me a bit.
-Oh, you mean like this.

Changez!

Come here.

Listen, I have to tell you
something.

I'm pregnant.
-Oh, another party tonight!

Thank you, lady.
Changez!

May I?

Of course.
-Music!

Emil deserves that we take him to bed.
-Yes, yes.

You're social little creatures.
Spoil the host, pat him on the back.

No, we won't do anything.

Yes, you will.
-Yes, we will.

Let me play.

1-0.

2-0.

3-0.

I can't stand that Maro's so
lonely.

Come, let's play Banzai.

The winner can make a wish.

I say 5. -4
-6.

See?

8. -3.
-4.

Ladies, I'll give you one more chance.
-He's been playing this for years.

10!
-7!

I think I'm going to lose.
-Stop yapping.

I haven't said anything yet.

8!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

I won, I won!

Tell us what your wishes are.

Ladies...

I want what you've been wanting
all night.

First I'll fuck Maro.
Then Lin comes to have a look.

And Lin licks you all empty.

I rest a bit and walk away.
And Lin waddles behind me again.

I think you do this more often.
-No.

This is the first time.
-We do have something to celebrate.

I'll look how you take her up the ass.
-Ouch!

You can't do this to Lin.

Emil, do you love Lin?

Ah, Lin must have told you what's going
on between us.

Yes, everything.

I pulled a burlap sack over my head
but Mother Goose still waddles after me.

I hate you.
And you even more.

I have a broken heart but even if
I say "Drop dead, bitch"...

she still doesn't listen.

I'm almost starting to respect it.

This is unbelievable!

For once, I show my vulnerable
side...

Maro, will you run a bath for me?

You don't need to wash.
She likes a dried out bookworm.

Maro, don't be stupid!
-You don't be stupid!

Come on, ladies.
We haven't got all day.

Can't you see we're busy?

See? He's starting already.
Look at that knee.

Little fast movements.
-Yes, my leg can't wait to do something.

I feel like it.

My sister's a bit vulgar.
-Fantastic how you get off on jealousy.

I have quite common taste. I'm getting
bored with your upper class face.

Little friend, never try to do
the impossible.

Sweetheart, we understand each other,
don't we?

Don't be disgusting.
-I only warmed up on your sister.

She didn't make much sound.
Must be hereditary.

Don't underestimate your sister,
though.

You could learn a lot from her.

Why don't you tell me what you want
from me?

I won't do you that pleasure.
-Fat baby.

That's what it says on your
forehead.

You don't know what I want. I'll never
tell you what I want the most from you.

Write it down then.
Don't be a spoil-sport.

Here. I'll tell you if it is what
I think you want.

No more games.
I'm getting so tired of this.

Do it quickly, before Maro comes.
Four letters.

Quickly.

Don't look.

No, it's a joke!

DEATH

After all.

Tell me what I have to do to calm
you down.

Give yourself for once!

Look how I enjoy your chemistry.
Minus and minus makes plus.

Emil's holding an interior monologue.
Can't you see?

What is it with you?
Why do I never have that?

That criminality... I want that too.

Such a sweetheart, our Maro.

Now, you've still got hope.
In your 30s, you give up on that.

And in your 40s, you often develop
a serious illness.

Then you'll do it with Emil for
a while.

One day, they won't think of me
like that.

Finished.

My publisher's waiting.
-You're kidding.

How many pages?
That's the main thing.

About 100.

I didn't know writing could be this
wonderful.

Now, we're going to build our nest.

We can only do one thing at a time.

Emil, you promised.

For now, I'm going to stick your
innermost feelings in a cupboard.

We'll start our second chapter.
Condition: no more writing.

Hello, is this Lombardo Publishers?

That's strange.

I had an appointment to give Mr Lombardo
my manuscript.

Then I'd like to make an appointment
with Mr... what did you say?

Yes, Mr Casanas.

The script's finished.

Alright.

I'll send you a copy.
Hello?

Hello?

We're pulling everything out.

Where are those customers of yours?

You're not a publisher at all.

We're in the middle of your story.

You're deranged.

We've gone too far, Lin.

It's high time that you left.
It has been for a long time!

I've looked for a solution, it wasn't
easy. And still she doesn't understand!

I so hope I'm not pregnant.

You're not pregnant!
I just want you to leave!

Leave that. It's mine!

You arrived here empty-handed and
you'll leave empty-handed.

Behave.

Rot away in your cultivated
loneliness.

We have to be deserted by everyone
to become ourselves again.

Every obstacle blocks the mind.

We avoid those obstacles and
disable them.

We must ban all thoughts about those
who disturb my life or destroy me.

Take me with you!

Take me with you!

Take me with you!

Oh no! No!

One sees the craziest things
these days!

Good morning!

Good afternoon!

You've been laying here all night and
half the day. You're filthy.

I'm completely blocked, can't you see?
-Yes, I can.

Pretend you're someone else.
I sometimes pretend I'm Mien.

And I pretend I'm Jo.

But who?
-Emil, of course.

The country's mourning. Just like
the people who live there in the dark.

It's timeless, silent and dead.

The darkness stands for love.
Because love's so uncertain.

The village sent me back to
the city.

I went back. To reality.
The lie was over.

Maro had left.

The only thing left to do was
write.

It's a land of rivers.
It's timeless and dark.

It's dead too.
The darkness represents love...

because love's so uncertain.

If only we could step out of
the book.

I long for those beautiful lively eyes,
that insane hatred and...

that sardonic laugh.

Do I have to be tormented again by that
cult-like behaviour of...

prematurely rigid, artistic upper-class
women?

These women's books are real torture
for me.

Title: It Will Never Be Spring.

Sounds pretty neurotic.

Why did you write it, Lin?

To heal after the end of a love
affair.

All things in the world can be
withstood...

except a string of days sublime
and good.

Goethe.

Congratulations.

It will be in book stores in a week.

Here you go.

To whom?

Nobody asked you to come here.
Nobody.

I've only come to bring you a gift.

How are you?

I get dressed, I make coffee,
I prune trees...

I make more coffee and
I go to bed again.

Well, you no longer need to be
bored.

She's the number one best seller.

Sickening passages.

Ah, my favourite passage.

Diary nonsense.

She's coming to kill me.

So I'll be dead like her and like
our child.

She can't handle life.

How often do I come here?

I know every spot here.
There's no place more beautiful.

When I walk here, I hold my head
in the wind and tell what happened.

Only then can I think again.

Thanks, Boris.

Dear darling...

I travel thousands of kilometres...

because our lives are thousands of
kilometres apart.

I have arrived.
But don't look for me.

Greetings, Detlef and Duvekot.

Aha, a little machine.

A countryside condom will
castrate you straight away.

It's high time I offered myself
to Lin.

Where do you want to spend
the night?

My friends will have a room and
I'll sleep in my own bed.

That's not possible anymore, Madam.

You look tired.
I'll fill a bath for you.

No, not here.
I want to be in my own home.

That's no longer possible.
-I've been brushed off here.

A serious brushing's good for
a person.

Guys, to us!
-To your book!

Man, you smell of aftershave.

Dear Lin.
Darling.

Look at her face. It lights up.

Shall we go upstairs?

No, you have to stare at the ceiling
all night.

How on earth are we going to pass
the weekend then?

We're sailing back tomorrow.
And you have me.

And my book.
-What about my little condom?

Guys, I'm on weekend duty.

Again.
Let me think.

Then he says: "There's our highway
robber who always...

He never finishes his sentences.

And then I say: "I've become
self-employed."

He's got me exactly where he
wants me.

I've come to kill you.
No.

Again.
He won't let me in like that.

Hello, I've met two nice gentlemen.

Nonsense! Shit!

Summer has come.

The same summer as last year.

Summer... summer... summer...

Waiter!

Waiter.

I told you I always thought it was
a good manuscript.

Art surpasses life.

And? Did you have a bad day?

Not that I know.
Only you have those.

I feel tip-top.

Why did you never write to me?

Lin, how often do you do this?

I had a weak moment.

Fat baby.
You're so touching.

Two hundred letters and never
a reply.

I did write to you.

I don't believe you.

Go to the bedroom.
They're under the mattress.

I don't sleep anymore.
I shouldn't have kicked you.

Forgive me. A child would have been
fine here.

I miss you.
Emil!

Hi Lin. It's me, Maro.

Don't let me disturb you.

Don't let me interrupt.
A terrible bed, isn't it?

We read your little book.
You just forgot to write about me.

But we didn't forget you.

What can I do for you?
-Get lost!

Remember.

The curtains, the lamp shades...

and this bed are mine.

Remember that well.

I didn't know that.

Did you know I didn't know that,
Emil?

You should get better at knowing
things, Lin

Good luck.
-With what?

With life.

Do you still love me a bit?

Somewhere very deep.
Now go.

Good luck.

Who is it?
-Me, darling.

Open up, so we can start our final
chapter.

Is that the best you could
think of?

We're finally going to be straight with
each other.

Have you come to kill me?

In all my vanity, I'm telling you
you will always regret me.

I can hear you talk but to whom?
-Not to you.

Hello?

Lin, don't be so cruel.
-To you?

No, to yourself.
-I'm brave, I can handle it.

You're so beautiful, darling.
-No.

I can already hear people say that
love's easy.

I bet they're old people.

Did you want to come in?
-Don't tempt me.

If you open the door, you'll
see me in all my glory.

Right, bye!

Bye?

Bye.

Hello?

Hello.

A criminal meets their crime.

I brought my tools.
A little whip, a nail, pliers...

Stand still. Don't move.

Not a sound!

Because it hurts terribly.
-I'm scared.

Finally she surrenders for once.

So she can be sweet after all.

You were my chosen one.

I saw you in the cinema. I turned around
And saw your hair.

I already knew I could love you.
I fell for you right away.

Kill me.

Kill me!

Kill me!

I want you back.
-I can't anymore!

Every day, you want to hear that
I love you.

Each day, time and time again.

And slowly, you realise.
And I say it again and again.

I keep repeating that I love you.

And not only in words.

You'll never realise it.

Always those same words.

Time and time again.
I dream of you at night.

Time and time again.
You never realise it.

That I love you.

It's never enough.
It's never enough.

I'll keep repeating it, dear Lin,
that I love you.