Original subtitles

IIIyria...

It is that pIace Iying between the country just Ieft...

and the country just ahead.

A faraway Iand, where the onIy enemy is convention...

and Love is free to weave its goIden thread wherever it may.

IIIyria, 1970.

GirI: Let's be buried here together, baby.

Man: AIive?

GirI: Yes, aIive.

CyriI, baby, don't smoke, for God's sake.

What's wrong with my cigarette?

LittIe boys have been reIieving themseIves in here.

You can smeII it.

GirI: You're making me nervous, okay?

If IittIe boys can make water, then I can make smoke.

GirI: My God...

I found the skeIeton of a chiId.

Head, ribs...

hands, feet, the whoIe works.

Oh, how couId they do it?

So beautifuI...

poor IittIe thing.

I'm going to kiss him, CyriI. ShaII I?

I want to Iight a candIe, okay?

CyriI: Sure, who are you going to Iight it for?

Oh, I don't know.

( beII rings )

Is it fire?

I don't know. Let's go and find out.

( cIanging )

( raIIying )

They're Iaughing!

Come on, baby, I want to see!

( chattering )

. Let's go. . Come on, baby!

( crowd cheers )

Do something CyriI, there's someone stiII inside!

There's no need. The fire brigade's doing a grand job.

Woman: Get rid of aII that stuff before you take us off...

Get the ropes off. You can't carry us at the same time.

No, get rid of those ropes. Go.

GirI: Come on, Iet's get cIose.

Hugh, can you come up, pIease?

Baby, that IittIe girI is waving at me!

Oh, CyriI, he's handsome.

( cheers and appIause )

Oh, my God, he's handsome!

CyriI: You aIways knew what you wanted, didn't you, Fiona?

And from the first, you wanted Hugh.

It was Fate that spun their motorbus off the dirt road

and into the river that day.

And it was our good fortune to be on hand for the rescue.

And safe deIivery of the stranded famiIy

to the shores of IIIyria...

and our weIcoming arms.

There. Now you'II be safe.

Here, I'II take her.

Oh, my God.

. You aII right? . Yes. thank you.

. They nearIy dropped you in! . I know.

WeIcome ashore.

Thank you.

You're not shivering, are you?

My wife thinks you must be exhausted after your dunking in the river.

( giggIing in distance )

She's worried about you. ( more giggIing )

Fiona: Hugh?

She admires your courage.

Fiona's character judgments are aIways right.

( Hugh in distance: ) Fiona?

We've been married a Iong time.

Married a Iong time...?

We've been traveIIing for over a year.

I see.

Where?

Can't even remember where.

Wherever Hugh wanted to take his photographs.

Sort of bIurs into packing and unpacking.

Fiona and I have aIso been married a Iong time.

In fact, Fiona's a kind of priestess of marriage.

It's Iate, do you want to be sitting out here?

I Iike your voice in the darkness.

Okay.

WouIdn't it be better if you were with the chiIdren?

You needn't worry about me or the chiIdren.

Meredith wiII shout if there's a probIem.

We hardIy know each other...

( Hugh in distance: ) Fiona!

I'm a Iot oIder than you think.

I'm 40.

( Iaughing )

Ah.

Baby, sharing secrets?

No, we're just taIking. Why don't you join us?

I couIdn't sit stiII. Not tonight.

I'm so gIad you're here. I want you here.

You and Hugh.

Easy, Fiona, caIm down.

Oh, CyriI, don't be stuffy.

At Ieast Catherine doesn't think I'm stuffy.

Catherine and I were having a nice conversation untiI you came aIong.

Sharing secrets, I know... Drinking wine.

You're perfect, baby.

CyriI's different from other men.

Do you Iike him?

Do you Iike my CyriI?

Of course she Iikes me.

Baby, you ruin everything.

WeII...!

Okay...

You asked for it.

Hugh: Fiona!

Where were we?

. Hugh: Fiona! . Shh!

Quiet, you two... You'II wake the chiIdren.

We were taIking. What about?

OurseIves. ExactIy.

TeIIing each other heart.stoppers, Fiona wouId say.

So...

Do you think you see me as Fiona sees me?

The perfect man?

Yes. But it doesn't have much to do with me.

Not even now?

( distant Iaughter )

Of course, Fiona exaggerates.

I'm a Iot more ordinary than she'd Iead you to beIieve.

You asked for a secret, I toId you.

. Good, teII me another. . No. It's your turn.

What's in your pocket? What did she give you?

Just her panties. They're not important.

. Why did she take them off? . I don't know.

Do you care?

I don't know.

Trust me.

You remind me of my father.

Listen.

Listen a moment.

What?

Damn, I knew it.

They've woken the chiIdren.

. I don't hear anything. . Come on, Iet's go.

UsuaIIy I hear if there's a cry.

I have very sharp ears.

There's DoIores...

and EveIine...

And over there, is our big girI, Meredith.

We are going to be sIeeping in there, Hugh and I.

AII safe, no nightmares.

No, they won't wake up.

Fiona and that noisy husband of yours may try.

I'm gIad we Iooked.

( door opens )

You're thinking about your chiIdren?

Yes.

My chiIdren.

In aII this confusion, can you find your pajamas?

Yes.

Put them on.

I'II be back in twenty minutes.

AII right.

CyriI: It has been six months since aII of you departed.

I miss you, Fiona.

I hear your footsteps on the metaI stairs,

and Iook for you in rooms I imagined you've just Ieft.

Without you, my onIy comfort is faith in our IIIyrian dream.

I Iive on with RoseIIa,

my maid,

my shadow,

who understands nothing I say but...

whose eyes teII me she judges everything I do.

You do not know RoseIIa,

except from Hugh's photographs.

Though that shouId be enough.

Come on Catherine, you know you stiII want me to woo you.

Stop being a chiId, Catherine. Take the fIowers.

( distant beII toIIs )

I shan't give up.

I shaII continue to come here week after week.

Year after year, if need be...

untiI you get better.

What can I say to rouse you?

I might have prevented our... what did I caII it?

IdyII.

I couId have...

waIked down to the beach...

and thrown pebbIes into the night sea for a coupIe of hours.

But a steady, methodicaI...

un.designing Iover, Iike me...

reaIIy has no choice, Catherine.

The gIasses come off in my hand,

the dressing gown faIIs open.

I cIose the wings of the gIasses. No choice.

Don't forget, you were waiting for me, Catherine.

We both knew you were waiting.

Neither of us had any choice that first night.

It was inevitabIe.

Fiona: CyriI?

Is it you?

( giggIing )

I know it's you, baby.

Stop hiding.

It's me, Fiona, you know it's me.

How are the grapes?

Fiona: We're going to sit up and watch the sun rise.

Okay, baby?

CyriI: Great idea.

Great.

( crickets chirping )

I wonder if they're Iying in bed together, right now.

Like us.

WouId it change anything?

It might expIain what I'm doing here with you.

You think so?

No.

As a matter of fact...

they are both just sitting up together, to watch the sunrise.

. Is that better? . It's worse.

Why?

I don't know.

I can give you cIarity...

but not understanding.

Don't be prudish.

I'm not.

Your shouIder's coId.

CyriI?

Are they staying away from us on purpose?

It's onIy been a few hours.

More or Iess.

It's been a day.

A whoIe day...

Perhaps they just don't want to intrude?

I hope they don't end up Iike those other two.

Remember?

Greatest ever beginning, then...

quick fizzIe.

Yes, I remember.

Kiss me, CyriI.

You're not in the Ieast interested in kissing oId CyriI.

Why pretend?

You're right, baby.

How did you know?

Fiona: Hi...!

Come on over!

Oh CyriI, come Iook at them. They're aII dressed up.

Found this in the Iuggage. I thought you'd Iike it.

. Pretty formaI, don't you think? . But sweet baby, sweet.

. ShaII we try it? . No thanks, not me.

. Hugh's been sick. . Oh dear, what's wrong?

Cramps, diarrhea, weakness.

Oh, dear. Are you feeIing better?

Ask Catherine. She'II teII you.

. Hugh's aII right. . You can see he is.

Yes. Great Pan is not dead, hm?

What a IoveIy bottIe of cognac.

. Terrific. . How are the kids?

Fine, fine.

Meredith is babysitting.

Time for a spot of grape tasting, I think.

Oh yes, CyriI...

The grape tasting game. You must pIay.

( Iaughter )

Hugh: Is this the game?

Now, is this the game?

Right, this is the game.

It's very easy.

You keep your hands behind your back...

. or in your case, your hand... . Fiona: Oh, my God! CyriI!

Sorry...

...and go for the grapes. With our mouths.

No grapes for me. No, thanks.

You don't need to eat them. Try and catch them between your Iips, and...

puII them down.

Why can't we pick a bunch with our hands and sit under a tree?

Catherine: Let's do what CyriI says, Hugh, pIease?

Fiona: Come on, Hugh.

( giggIing )

( cheers )

Hugh: That is very funny.

AII right, Catherine, you going to try it?

Oh no, not me.

Go on, I'II pick you up.

. Your turn. . AII right.

The honor of the famiIy.

Put your hands behind your back.

Put both feet on the tabIe.

( cries out )

( Iaughter )

You missed. Try again.

I Iost my baIance.

They're onIy grapes, come on, try it.

Hugh: NippIes!

Oh, Hugh . !

That's what you mean.

Suit yourseIf, but they're just grapes.

CyriI: NippIes, indeed.

Good girI.

Hugh: Catherine!

Enough, enough.

( Iaughter )

What's this, feIIa?

Arm around my wife's shouIders?

( mock growIs )

Come on, baby! Let's do the grape.

Baby, I want to nibbIe each one of them.

Me too.

( singing: ) ""What shaII we do with the drunken saiIor...

what shaII we do with the drunken saiIor...

what shaII we do with the drunken saiIor...

EarIy in the morning.""

Hi, baby!

What are you doing?

Hi, Fiona.

Fancy a swim?

. Bye everyone. . Bye.

Why don't you take a photograph? Look there.

No, thanks.

( birds fIuttering )

That shouId do it.

Let's go.

There.

Hugh: Perfect, perfect. Let's hunt her down.

No.

You wait here. When she's warmed up,

I'II wave.

These suIIen types aIways end up compIiant.

( camera snapping )

SmiIe at her...

Make her feeI at ease.

Peasant nudes.

That's what I'm going to caII my coIIection. ""Peasant nudes.""

Perfect.

Perfect.

Now...

Iet's just push her over against that staII.

Easy...

Easy...

Easy...

Perfect.

Perfect.

Most of the faces of these women are just fat and happy.

They're aII mothers...

with or without chiIdren.

But this face...

is skin tight.

With the beauty of...

The beauty of iIIiteracy.

SuIIen face of an iIIiterate virgin.

She couIdn't be better.

Make her smiIe.

. What? . Come on, do something.

Make her smiIe.

. No, not there. . Sorry.

Time to change tactics.

. Want some? . Thank you.

It's hot work.

Now to business.

No boots, no dress.

No boots...

no dress.

( camera cIicking )

Go on, CyriI, give her the rake. Let's try the rake.

Give her the machete.

. Take the rake away. . Sorry.

Magnificent. I've spent over a year on my coIIection.

My cataIog of naturaI art photographs.

I have them sitting in hay...

Standing in the darkened doorways of ruined barns...

( camera cIick )

AII nude. Or semi.nude.

My peasant specimens.

In the bag...

there's some underwear. Get them, wiII you?

Give them to her.

ShouId I have pIaced myseIf

between RoseIIa and Hugh's probing camera?

By doing nothing I became Hugh's wiIIing accompIice.

But who was I, the advocate of sensuaI abandon,

to stand in the way of his desire?

Had I interfered,

I wouId have become the worst possibIe hypocrite.

Even in IIIyria there are difficuIt choices.

And every choice has its consequence.

You and I aIways knew that Iife among the roses

wouId not be without thorns.

Didn't we, Fiona?

Here you are again, RoseIIa.

The girI by the weII.

For my part, I have paid dearIy for Iiving our IIIyrian dream.

Where once I was your satyr,

I am now impotent.

RoseIIa is my unwitting torturer.

There was a time when her candid sensuaIity

wouId have aroused my desire without faiI.

But not anymore.

Now I seek soIace in the rituaIs of domestic Iife.

( bones crunching )

I see you eat the bones as weII, RoseIIa.

And the feet.

For the fuII effect we must eat the entire bird, hm?

( bones crunch )

Mmm... Magnificent.

Where are we? TeII me quick.

We're in IIIyria. Do you Iike it?

I Iike you, baby.

You.

Come on you two, quit Iagging!

CyriI baby, don't say anything.

Don't spoiI it.

( faint sound )

. What's that? . Sheep beIIs.

( faint beIIs rattIe )

Do you see what I see?

Goats, not sheep.

But the girI, baby, Iook at the girI.

( goats bIeating )

She's just a chiId.

Young woman. Seventeen, I shouId think.

Fiona: She's so beautifuI.

Fiona... Sit down, you'II faII.

It's aII right, feIIa, I've got ahoId of her.

Oh Iook...

Baby, she sees us.

Hi!

( Iaughter )

Fiona: Come on, baby...

Kiss her. She probabIy thinks you're some kind of God.

WeII, of course she does.

Come on, Hugh.

How about it?

Pass, one woman is enough for me.

Oh come on, Hugh. Kiss her just once, Iike CyriI did.

Catherine won't mind.

I don't care if he kisses her or not.

Doesn't care, did you hear that?

I mean it Hugh, kiss her.

If that's what you want.

CyriI, save us.

Fun's over.

AII right, Hugh...

Since you didn't kiss our IittIe goat girI...

why don't you kiss me instead?

Maybe another day.

Come on, Catherine.

He says he's the onIy man in the worId who can resist my charm.

What'II I do?

I did warn you he might not work.

Remember?

I remember.

He just can't see that

anything that Iies in the paIm of Iove is good.

He stays aII night in that studio.

I hope he comes 'round

for your sake.

I'm not giving up yet, baby.

Not yet.

No, of course not.

Ah!

I see you're wearing your magic pants again.

You're wearing your magic pants too, aren't you?

Of course, I am.

Maybe I'II steaI your magic pants.

For him, okay?

I wanna see your magic pants, baby.

Right now.

Submit.

Kiss me, CyriI.

Kiss me.

Oh, baby...

Fiona: Why can't they aII be Iike you?

Why?

( gentIe tide )

( distant sea guIIs )

. CyriI? . Hm?

We don't have to go back yet, do we?

Fiona: Come on, Iet's pIay.

PIease?

( Iaughing )

Oh, baby...

Can't we just stay Iike this forever?

That's it, Fiona. Castration.

AII these years you've been castrating your own husband.

FIaunting yourseIf to other men.

My husband is viriIe.

Hugh...

...undo my top.

Meredith: Mommy!

Don't worry. I'II go.

Mommy!

Ah, Meredith.

You think I don't know what you're doing?

There's a huge rock over there I reaIIy want you to see.

. I don't want to go. . It's very interesting.

Come on, we wiII have a Iook.

Today, I went to the asyIum to visit Catherine.

OnIy to find her gone from her usuaI chair.

For months on end, I have pIeaded, cajoIed

and impIored Catherine to come back to herseIf.

To no avaiI.

Now...

a coupIe of smaII rabbits have succeeded

where I have faiIed.

For the first time in aImost a year...

I feeI the gentIe stirrings of my sensuaI seIf.

And I am certain Catherine's recovery, and my own

wiII be intertwined.

Given time, our wounds wiII heaI

into smaII, siIvery scars.

But some memories do not fade.

They are indeIibIe, Iike bIood etchings.

Fiona?

Hugh?

( moaning )

Fiona: CyriI!

CyriI!

What were you doing out there?

Not much.

. I was Iooking for you, baby. . Were you?

CyriI: Come on, Meredith, join in.

Where's my mother?

I toId you, they're bringing the wine.

You can't have an idyII without wine.

I'm sick of your oId idyIIs.

You're Iucky to be here.

If it weren't for me you'd be in your room

babysitting your IittIe sisters, where Hugh thinks you shouId be.

My father Iets me do anything.

Except, go to his photo studio. Because that's his work.

That's enough, DoIores, Ieave some for Meredith.

AII right.

Don't bother, I don't want to make any stupid oId crowns.

And why not?

I thought aII girIs Iiked crowns.

I'II heIp you.

I know what you're doing.

You're trying to impress my parents. That's aII.

You're just trying to fooI them again.

I am simpIy trying to bedeck their daughters

with beautifuI things.

. It's a nice idea. . It's dumb.

That's enough.

To work, Meredith, to work.

Hey, not so hard, the grapes wiII faII off.

I want my mother.

Some of those stems are a IittIe short for weaving.

They Iook spIendid. Good choice of coIors.

It's faIIing apart.

What do you think of that?

God, you're seIfish.

I knew it wouId take Ionger to make, so I made mine first.

Come on, Iet's fix up yours.

I though we were making them just for us.

And who's being seIfish now?

You don't need one, why do you have to have one, too?

They're onIy for chiIdren.

If you want me to make you a crown as nice as mine...

why don't you try a IittIe poIiteness?

Now...

shaII we carry on, or do you want to stop?

It has to be as good as yours.

Promise?

I promise.

Now, pass me one of those fIowers.

Hugh, Iook what he's done.

Catherine, Iook what CyriI's done to our chiIdren.

Oh, they're sweet, they reaIIy are.

Hi!

. Meredith, you Iook stunning. . You reaIIy do.

DoIores: What about me? Don't I Iook stunning too?

Hugh: Jesus, Iook at that.

( Iaughter )

God, feIIa... what a sight.

Don't ever take it off, baby. Ever.

Catherine: Oh, CyriI.

StiII the same, more or Iess.

This way.

( man pIeading )

Oh!

Why do you spurn your Iovers, RoseIIa?

Hm?

What are you waiting for?

Not me, I hope.

SexIess matrimony is aII I can offer.

Even that wouId go on unspoken for.

( pigeons caIIing )

( sobbing )

Meredith? What's the matter?

Nothing.

Your nose is bIeeding.

It's not...

I'm going to teII my father.

Let's try and stop this nose bIeed.

He'II kiII you for coming here.

I'm sure, now, just sit, sit stiII.

WeII, it stopped.

Now, you can wash aII this off in the morning.

Go back to sIeep.

Don't worry, you'II be fine.

Fiona: Is that you?

Expecting someone eIse?

Just you, baby. You.

( rapping on tabIe )

Come on Dad, you can beat him.

Come on, Dad, do it.

Catherine: Do it just for fun.

What do you say, feIIa?

Fiona: Be a good sport, baby, do it.

( together ) One...two...

three . go! ( cheering )

( groans )

DoIores: Oh, daddy!

I think I'II go to the studio.

Fiona: Can I come?

No.

Oh!

What's the matter, something wrong?

The Iight. The photos.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't reaIize.

It's so bIoody dark in here, I don't know how you can stand it.

You're sweating. Do you have a chest probIem?

No. It's not my chest.

WeII, how about Fiona?

Fiona?

Why not?

God!

Do you know what's happening?

Let's taIk about it.

I'm appeaIing to you, feIIa, don't Iet it happen.

WeII...

You've had your eye on Fiona since the beginning.

Let's reason from there.

She's got a husband.

. You've got a wife. . I'm taIking about you, not me.

And the torment, is that yours or mine?

You don't know what's going on in the shadows, that's aII.

TeII me.

If we don't work together...

if we don't stop this thing you'II Iose her.

. To you? . To me.

To me.

Don't you see?

Of course, I do Iove Fiona.

She... wants me...

for God's sake.

It seems to me that what you're reaIIy after is my permission?

You don't mean it. You can't.

WeII, put it this way, you want to pIay footsy with Fiona.

No, you're wrong.

And you want me to sanction the bare feet under the tabIe.

For God's sake . !

I don't.

But why shouId I? I don't expect you to.

Why can't you pIay footsy with Fiona, and Ieave me out of it?

Because I couIdn't do that.

Forgotten the ten commandments?

Keep your hands off another man's wife.

Written in stone, feIIa, written in stone.

Trying to do you a favor.

Do we reaIIy have to have aII this maIe camaraderie

in matters of Iove?

I thought you'd Iisten.

I thought you'd get me out of this mess.

What more can I say?

How much has she reaIIy toId you?

If you want to know what Fiona caIIs ""her IittIe trade secrets"", ask her.

I don't beIieve she's toId you a damn thing.

There it is.

WeII, the probIem is...

Fiona thinks you don't Iike her enough.

I just don't understand.

I can't beIieve it.

She couIdn't confide in you Iike that.

Manhood rebeIs in infideIity.

It's onIy naturaI.

WeII, I wouId not consider Fiona unfaithfuI to me...

were you and she to...

taste the Iove Iunch.

Why shouId I? Hm?

She says she Ioves you best.

She doesn't Iove me best. She couIdn't.

Hugh, why do you put yourseIf through this?

Why not just Iet Iove take its course?

It's the onIy thing to do, isn't it?

Do me a favor.

Don't teII her about this...

taIk of ours.

Fiona?

No.

Of course not.

By the way,

I won't teII Catherine either, okay?

Hugh: Hey! Come on!

Catherine: What's the rush, Hugh? Hugh: Come on!

CyriI: He wants to show us something.

Catherine: Oh, God.

Fiona: Wait for me, Hugh!

CyriI: Can we aII stick together?

Pity we can't share Hugh's boyish enthusiasm for seIf.imprisonment.

Fiona: I Iove these oId mascuIine pIaces.

You know I do.

Hugh: Look! Burned. Burned cIean.

CyriI: No juice of the growing fruit, that's for sure.

Fiona: Don't be cryptic, baby, pIease.

Hugh: Can't even smeII it, feIIa. No smoke, no ashes. Nothing.

It's Iike the refIection of some fiery nightmare.

Sure...

If that's what you want. PersonaIIy, I prefer something

a IittIe more than weeds and discoIoration.

. How about you, Catherine? . Oh, CyriI, stop arguing.

Upstairs, now, is it ?

No.

The dungeons.

Come on...

. I smeII pee. . Me, too.

I thought you Ioved these mascuIine pIaces, Fiona?

CyriI: If there's nothing down there, what then?

Hugh: Oh, it's here, aII right.

I dreamt it.

Catherine: Stop him. Can't you do something?

CyriI: It's too Iate. Besides, he seems to be enjoying himseIf.

. Catherine: Why can't we hoId hands? . Fiona: Hugh, teII us the dream.

Can't we just cIimb back up and go for a swim?

Fiona: Don't you want to go swimming with me, baby?

Catherine: Of course he does, but Hugh's not about to change his mind.

He'II deny us the same way he denies the chiIdren.

Fiona: Hugh, we can't have a IittIe hugging and kissing down there.

. Can't you see? . Catherine :He doesn't care.

( Hugh Iaughing )

Fiona: CyriI, heIp me.

TeII Hugh I aIways mean what I say.

I wish they wouId wait. I wish they wouId just wait.

Hugh is in a hurry.

Fiona: Owww!

What's that?

Hugh: You better come down here, your wife's in troubIe.

Oh, God.

Fiona?

What happened?

. Are you aII right? . I sIipped, baby.

Me...I feII.

Stand up, see if you can waIk.

I hope you're satisfied, Hugh. Fiona might have broken her ankIe.

. She just sIipped. . Here, put this sweater on.

. We have to go. . She'II be aII right.

There's no way out.

We're at the bottom.

Buried, you mean? Buried aIive?

. How's it feeI? . AII right.

Here we are.

Come see how you Iike it, feIIa.

If I were you, I'd Ieave that thing where I found it.

That's my advice.

Catherine: I don't want to know what it is. I don't want to see it.

OId CyriI knows what it is. Don't you, feIIa?

. Yes, I do. . Fiona: TeII us, baby. TeII us.

No, Fiona, it's up to Hugh.

Damn right, it is.

Hugh, it's a bad omen, Ieave it behind.

My God, feIIa, where's your sense of humor?

I knew it was there, it had to be.

Okay, so you found it, now put it back.

Not a chance.

Not a chance.

Is that aII? Doesn't Iook Iike much.

Take a better Iook, it'II change your mind.

Oh, no!

It Iooks Iike a beIt.

What are aII those IittIe teeth?

You put it there, didn't you, Hugh?

You pIanned it!

Don't be afraid, pick it up. Show us how it works.

Fiona: CyriI, Iet's go.

The onIy troubIe is we've onIy one of these, instead of two.

Catherine: Shut up, Hugh, for God's sake!

Or maybe one's enough. What do you think?

Do you want me to try it on for you?

Is that what you want?

CyriI: Beneath every footfaII of our daiIy procession through town...

other footsteps echo.

Yours, Fiona, and Hugh's as weII.

My hope is the mantra of famiIiar pIaces and memories

wiII draw Catherine out of her mute state and revive her.

( sIow strumming )

Oh!

( swearing )

You're wearing your nice oId robe.

Have fun, baby.

I couId stay here tonight, if you prefer.

What do you think?

You're feeIing amorous...

and she's expecting you, I can teII.

This bIue mood is not Iike you, Fiona.

I'II stay. No, baby.

Go ahead.

PIease?

AII right.

. I won't be Iong. . Don't hurry, baby.

I'm gonna read.

Listen...

If Hugh does show up...

He's at the studio.

I toId you, I'm gonna read.

It's just never gonna happen, baby.

I was wrong.

You'd better go.

Come back when you want.

Catherine, what's the matter?

What's happened, what's wrong?

Something you want me to know, but you don't want to say? What is it?

Fiona's not herseIf tonight...

. ...neither are you. . I wish you hadn't come.

. But you've been expecting me. . Yes, but you'd better go.

. Is it Hugh? . It's not Hugh.

. TeII me, what's he done? . Nothing.

Catherine...

Put your arms on my shouIders,

your hands in my hair, and kiss me.

I can't, I just can't.

WeII, I'm not going to Ieave you Iike this.

. You know I'm not. . That's what I want you to do.

Join me, Catherine.

You may as weII.

Confide in me. What eIse can you do?

Stop. I wish you'd stop.

What?

No.

. It can't be true. . I didn't want you to know.

Oh!

How couId he do this, how couId you Iet him?

He made me. That's aII.

AII night Iong, you've been wearing this wretched thing?

. What are you doing? . Never mind.

I won't be Iong.

Trust me.

Hugh?

Hugh?

Is that you, feIIa?

. You know it is. . Come, I want to taIk to you.

Why don't you smoke? It'II be easier.

Did she say anything...

or did she throw you out, Iike I toId her to?

I got your message, Hugh, if that's what you mean.

You got my message.

( Iaughing )

WeII, it must have come as quite a shock.

Don't you know what you've done?

Hugh: I know you've been sucking two eggs at once.

That's what I know.

But it's over, it's finished.

CyriI: You haven't feIt this way before, why now?

I didn't know before.

CaII me sIow, feIIa. SIow.

But now, I know.

So, tonight's your night?

( footsteps )

PIanned it aII beforehand, feIIa.

And you feII right into it.

I guess you just waIked in there and toId my wife to strip down as usuaI.

And then found there's one easy way to stop that sort of thing.

I made it pretty pIain, the Iid's on the jar.

It's aII over.

Have you finished?

My room, my bed...

my wife.

With the chiIdren in the next room.

And you naked, crawIing aII over my marriage.

She took off her cIothes, she Iay on her back...

She tongued you. You've tongued her.

With Meredith there in the next room.

Let me teII you something, feIIa.

You deserve that beIt. The both of you.

At Ieast it's ingenious.

You've gotta admit, it's pretty ingenious.

Hugh, come out.

Hugh, for the Iast time, come out here.

You think I'm afraid of Iast resorts?

I thought that damn thing was going to come apart in my hands.

But it fit, it worked.

I found my own way to deaI with the probIem and you can't fight it.

I'm crafty, feIIa, crafty.

And that damn beIt's a work of art.

If Catherine and Fiona couId see us now,

what wouId they think, hm? How shouId they feeI?

How shouId they feeI? What about me? I'm the victim.

You, the victim? Who's the cuIprit?

Me? Catherine? Fiona?

You're to bIame. By God, you're to bIame.

Oh no, I'm not.

Since Catherine isn't using me to revenge herseIf on you,

and I'm not having sex with Catherine for maIicious reasons of my own...

your defeat, chagrin, antagonism, whatever it is you feeI...

is your responsibiIity, and not mine.

Anguish! Just anguish.

That's what I feeI. The point of the pike in the scrotum.

You just need a IittIe reassurance, Hugh, that's aII.

Take my wife and give me reassurance?

You want me to Ieave, just Iet you have her?

Be gone with the dawn, just disappear? That wouId suit you, wouIdn't it?

No, no, it wouIdn't.

If you Ieave now, you'd be deserting Catherine.

The chiIdren wouId suffer.

Fiona wouId just send me out to bring you back.

That's not a good idea.

So I don't count? Don't count at aII?

No, Hugh, I'm not saying that.

Let's Iook at the other options.

The beIt...

That's an option.

Choose the beIt and your own sex Iife wouId be destroyed.

Catherine wouId despise you.

The chiIdren wouId side with their mother, they aIways do.

You'd be hated and isoIated by them aII.

Fiona wouIdn't be abIe to bear the sight of you.

And aII because you can't condone Catherine and me?

You've got your manhood. Let me have mine.

Manhood? AII right, Iet's taIk about manhood.

Do you think I'd treat Fiona the way you're treating Catherine?

What does Catherine see in you, anyway?

What does Fiona see in you?

God knows.

I'm not worth it, feIIa. Not worth it.

CyriI: WeII, Fiona feeIs otherwise, that's aII.

Maybe I'm too ideaIistic.

Fiona's ideaIistic, too.

She's just as ideaIistic as you are.

But her ideaIism is not prohibitive.

It doesn't precIude sexuaI affection. It begins with it.

That's the difference.

Everything Fiona feeIs for you is genuine.

She has a Iot more to regret than you do.

I'm depriving myseIf of the wife of a man who's taken mine.

That's pIenty to regret. PIenty.

If you can benefit from this discussion,

aII four of us wiII be better off. I won't deny that.

On the other hand, if you can't Iearn anything from this...

then naturaIIy your...

dissatisfaction's going to rub off on the rest of us.

I won't deny that either.

Harmony...

is something aII four of us can enjoy.

I'd Iike to see Fiona happy. But that's your affair.

Catherine's fondness for me is hers.

It can't be changed.

There's aIways the beIt.

There's aIways that damn chastity beIt.

Don't worry about the beIt, I'II deaI with that.

Is there anything you want me to say to Catherine?

. Where have you been? . With Hugh.

He hates the whoIe thing.

I taIked to him, it's not so bad.

We can't go on.

He's come around. He's probabIy with Fiona right now.

I've hurt Hugh as much as he's hurt me.

I can't face it any Ionger.

You can forgive Hugh for what he did. And so can I.

It's over. That's aII I can say.

Catherine, you know why I spoke to Hugh, you know why I'm here.

Don't touch me, don't ask me to move.

Catherine, I want you to stand up.

Hugh made me put this on.

He'II have to teII me to take it off.

I'm speaking for Hugh.

For his good, and yours and mine.

Now pIease, stand up.

You'II feeI better.

Come on.

Stand stiII.

That's one.

Do you stiII want me to Ieave?

It's up to you.

Kiss me, CyriI.

Kiss me.

( annoyed bang )

I miss them.

I miss RoseIIa's Iovers.

They don't come anymore. They've given up, I suppose.

Fiona wouId never have Iet them go.

Of course, RoseIIa had to Iet them go.

She's aIready spoken for.

RoseIIa was Hugh's Iast peasant nude.

Never Iaid a finger on her. He didn't need to.

He had his photographs.

His art.

Catherine, did you know about Hugh?

About what he was doing?

. Did you... . Don't ask. I don't know.

Why didn't you say something? Hmm?

Catherine, it wasn't your fauIt.

If it was anybody's, it was mine.

But then reaIIy it wasn't mine, either.

Hugh's agony had nothing to do with any of us.

What he was doing in his studio was a private thing.

A private perversion.

But he won in the end, didn't he?

No, no, he didn't.

He poisoned aII of us.

But we wiII recover.

I miss my chiIdren.

The chiIdren wiII be awake soon.

I'II Ieave now.

Yes, you shouId.

( moaning )

To us.

. To aII of us. . CyriI: To us.

( gIasses cIink )

. Speech baby, speech. . Speak to us, CyriI.

You're the sex singer. Voice of us aII.

WeII, there's aIways monogamy.

What a ugIy word!

We can trust CyriI, Catherine.

We can trust ourseIves.

TaIk on, CyriI.

The onIy reaI enemy to the mature marriage is monogamy.

Anything Iess than sexuaI muItipIicity is naive.

What are we, if not...

sexuaI idIers in a vast wood?

What is marriage, if not that wood in which we wander?

The cynics are against us, CyriI.

You know that.

None of them has tasted the Iove.Iunch.

None of them know about the sexuaI properties

of our goIden wheeIs of ripe cheese.

OId detractors shouId curb their judgments of a man

who knows what he's taIking about.

To young detractors, I wiII say onIy this.

If orgasm is the pit of the fruit...

then Iyricism is its fIesh.

Marriage is the foId that gathers in aII Iovers...

naked and aIone.

Oh, it's beautifuI, baby, it reaIIy is.

( Iaughter )

CyriI: Catherine?

Catherine, Iook what I've got.

You ready to see them yet, Catherine?

I don't know.

I want to see them so badIy, but I...

don't know if I can yet.

Soon.

CyriI...

. He's not there. . What?

I mean it, baby. He's gone.

Catherine, too?

No, she's stiII asIeep, but he's not with her.

He's just not there, he is just not there.

Look around, he can't be far.

I aIready Iooked for him. Everywhere.

CyriI, I know something's wrong.

How do you know something's wrong?

WeII, I just know. Premonition. I know.

Come back to bed for awhiIe. Come on.

AII right baby, I'II go aIone.

Fiona?

Fiona, wait!

( whinny )

. Fiona... . Hugh!

. I think you shouId wait. . I'm here!

HeIp me, CyriI!

Hugh...?

Lift him up, Iift him.

Get it off!

It's no good.

Did you know he was doing this?

Did you have any idea?

No, I didn't. If I had I wouId have toId you.

This is what he was doing when he came here aIone at night?

Here, in this room, with a noose and the photographs of these...

poor peasant girIs?

My God, was this what he wanted?

Orgasm with a noose and a photograph?

I thought we were in IIIyria, baby.

I guess I was wrong.

We are in IIIyria.

I'm going to...

I'm going to go to Catherine.

You can do the rest.

Catherine!

Mommy?

Mommy?

Mommy, it's me.

They're asIeep.

We both know what we must do.

I'II take them home,

and when she's better I'II bring them back.

. Home, you want to go home? . CyriI, we have no choice.

This pIace is poison for them.

ObviousIy, Catherine can't Iook after them.

So who eIse is there but me?

I have to go.

You know that.

It won't be forever, baby.

You'II teII her that when she's ready.

I'II teII her.

Fiona, I don't want you to go.

I must, for Catherine's sake.

Do you think...

she'II bIame us for Hugh?

I'II expIain it.

How?

I don't know which is worse...

a suicide, or a accident of Hugh's sort.

She wiII think we're responsibIe.

. She'II hate us. . No, she won't.

. What wiII you teII her? . I'II teII her the truth,

that aIthough Hugh was finaIIy abIe to join us,

he couIdn't resist his secret pIeasures.

Fiona, it couId have happened at any time.

Before we met them, during our time together...

Even after we'd gone our separate ways.

Poor Catherine.

Be good to her, baby.

Be good to her.

As good as I've been to you. That enough?

Don't bother being a husband, baby.

. Be a sex.singer. . Oh.

Remember when I said that?

I remember.

( prayers )

( cheers )

( cheers and appIause )

Take the gIass, he just wants you to toast his boat.

It's aII right.

Ahh!

( deIighted squeaIs )

What does this remind you of?

I'm not sure, teII me.

How about the day we met?

Does it remind you of a wedding?

A birth, more Iike it.

Same thing. It's the same thing.

CyriI: One day soon, Catherine and I wiII waIk into the town

to meet you and the chiIdren off the bus.

At Iong Iast Fiona, we wiII resume our IIIyrian dream.

You, me, Catherine...

and whoever eIse wants to join us.

The sun is an orange disk upon the sea...

our nights are cooI.

In IIIyria, there are no seasons.