All language subtitles for The Blood Oranges b.

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.