All language subtitles for 问尘.2006

Good evening.

The following are
the lowest temperature estimates

for California citrus areas.

Lowest temperatures tomorrow night
will be somewhat higher than tonight

and only light scattered firing late
in the morning should be necessary.

Corona District: Corona 29,
Arlington 28, Riverside 27,

Highgrove 27, Elsinore 26, Marino 26.

Clear and calm, firing for lemons will be
necessary beginning about 2:00 a.m.

And for oranges, about 4:00 a.m.

High ceiling. Dew point 31.

Redlands District: Hemet 28,
Redlands 26,

Highlands 26, Rialto 25,
Bloomington 25,

Colton 25, Fontana 25. Ukipa 26...

What jerk's gonna believe
I made it all the way

from Colorado to downtown L.A.
Without seeing one goddamn palm tree?

Kid?

Kid?

Kid.

Do you like milk?

Yes, Hellfrick. I like milk.

Okay, then.

Here's the plan.

The Adohr man's a friend of mine.

Rvery morning at 4:00,
he parks his truck behind the hotel

and comes up to my room for a While.

- That's not much of a plan, Hellfrick.
- No, kid, no.

While he's having one With me,

They're everywhere,
and none of them mine.

One glance and they know
I'm an inexperienced jerk,

ignorant of women and life,
and afraid of both.

You have nice hands.

I do?

Very.

Bandini?

You're Italian.

That'll be tWo cents a day
every day it's overdue.

St. Teresa, when I was little,
I prayed to you for a fountain pen.

You ansWered my prayer.
Anyway, I got a fountain pen.

- Can I get you something?
- Coffee With cream.

Just five months ago,
I had $150 in my pocket

and big plans in my head.

In those days, I was Arturo Bandini,
lover of man and beast alike.

All I needed was to meet one
of those beautiful golden-haired girls

that seemed to grow like oranges
out here,

and I'd write a story, a love story,
one of the greatest of all time.

It's tough enough just to have
a good time, okay?

and a four-bit polo shirt.
Suddenly, you belong.

Mr. Bandini. You have mail.

"Dear Mr. Bandini,
with your permission,

"I shall remove the salutation
and ending of your very long letter

"and print it as a short story
for my magazine.

"It seems you've done a fine job here.

"I think 'The Land of Somewhere Else'
would serve as an excellent title.

"Check enclosed.
Sincerely yours, H.L. Mencken.

"P.S. As to your anxieties
about your limited experiences

"with life in general
and women in particular,

"it is, alas, a truism that authors
generally have less experience

"than other men.

"This owing to the incontestable fact

"that you simply can't be
in two places at once, Mr. Bandini.

They're like a blanket
When you're underneath them.

Why do you get so mean?

Why do you get so mean?

Can't We be friends?

Friends like you and Sammy?

Look at the fog.

I Work for a nice JeWish family
in Long Beach.

I'm tired. Tired of housekeeping.

Then one day, I saW you at Solomon's,

and I heard you talk.

And I Went and I bought your story.

And I read it.

And I felt that you Were someone

Who could look at me
and see me for What I am.

So I folloWed you home.

So stupid.

Hopeless.

But I'm really a good person.
Honestly, I am.

We Were busy today.

Being busy's not the problem.

It's those shoes
and all that paint on your face.

You look like a cheap imitation
of an American.

If I Were a Mexican,
I'd knock your block off.

I'm bored With your Mexican remarks.

We're not that different.

You're dark and your hair is dark
and your eyes are black.

- Nobody's eyes are black.
- Yours are.

Why don't you go

think about Sammy?

What are you doing here, anyway?

- Would you ever change your name?
- What for?

- Would you?
- No. What's it to you, anyway?

I don't Want to go
from Camilla Lopez to Camilla Bandini.

It's not much of an improvement.

Who asked you to go anywhere?

Camilla would never forgive me.

She was better off with Sammy.

I really didn't have the right
to touch her again.

You look Wonderful.

Oh, say, that's quite a sight.

Rnjoy the vieW.

That's about as insulting
as anything gets.

She's perfect, like the Weather.

Air and fog, eucalyptus,

dusty sunlight.

The perfect place to live.

Then We come along.

Dig for gold, drill for oil,
get into the movies,

build these crappy hotels
and dirty streets.

We don't even come here to live.

We just dig it up, mess it up
and grab Whatever We can get.

This is her home.

If God had any sense or decency,

He'd bloW us all to hell
and leave her home the Way it Was,

pure and perfect, like her.

you got a registered letter
at the post office.

I'll just set it doWn on the dresser, okay?
Don't forget.

Thanks.

- HoW's it going?
- It's going.

Well, keep going, okay?

Otherwise, you'll end up dying
in Los Angeles like the rest of us.

"Dear Mr. Bandini,

"I would rather not publish
this latest effort of yours just now.

"For one thing, I believe it's a yarn
that is part of a bigger ball than you,

"in your present financial straits,
are able comfortably to contemplate.

Arturo! Arturo!

- What are you doing?
- Hold on a minute, fellas.

- Hurry up. Get dressed. Come on doWn.
- No. What for?

So the sides Will be even.

What are you talking about?

Playing in the game.
You on one side, me on the other.

Are you crazy? With a bunch of Japs?

Yeah. They didn't Want to play
With you, either.

Why, 'cause I'm Mexican?

Worse. 'Cause you're a girl.

Give it to me!

Camilla!

Thanks.

What are you Writing about noW?

- A girl.
- Is she Mexican?

- JeWish, at the moment.
- She gonna change religions?

Don't let go.

- Don't ever let go of me.
- Okay.

I've never been served breakfast in bed.

I've never been served
breakfast anywhere.

- What is it?
- Open it.

"Who called me Wop and dago
and greaser,

"and their children hurt me
just as I hurt you."

Junk.

I think it should definitely
be a part of the book.

And I'll go With you into toWn
if you Want me to.

To the movies.

Okay. That's sWell.

- Hey, you really are scared.
- Of course I am.

Why?

You see? That'll never happen.

You knoW Why?

'Cause you're too ashamed
of being Italian to marry a Mexican.

If it Wasn't the marijuana,
it Would've been something else.

Go home, Arturo.

Go home and drink to life, liberty

and the pursuit of happiness.

Camilla!

You sort of greW in me.

On me.

GreW on me.

No, you greW in me.

Like a baby.

- Arturo.
- Yes, Camilla.

"it Was Smith and Parker and Jones
Who hurt me With their hideous names,

"Who called me Wop and dago
and greaser,

"and their children hurt me
just as I hurt you.

"They hurt me so much,
I could never become one of them.

"Drove me to books.
Drove me Within myself.

"Drove me to run aWay
from that Colorado toWn

"and into your home and your life.

"And sometimes,

"When I see their faces out here,

"the same faces, the same set
of hard mouths from my hometoWn,

"I'm glad they're here
fulfilling the emptiness of their lives

"and dying in the sun.

"And they hate me and my father
and my father's father,

"but they are old,
and I am young and full of hope

"and love for my country and my times."