All language subtitles for Birds in Peru (starring Jenglish

>Subtitles:
corvusalbus, marooned2 , CG, 2015

>My God, my God...

>Forget God.
Of troubles, he's plenty enough already.

>You have to call the police.
- So everyone'll know?

>You should never have taken
your eyes off her.

>I pay you enough.
- You don't pay me for this.

>I lost sight of her for a moment.

>And...

>What an idea to spend the night
with all those people!

>We mustn't despise
the people, sir. - All right.

>Especially when they're a young people.
Vigorous, so hot blooded.

>Imbecile!

>Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir.

>Look there!

>It's a couple in love,
It can't be her.

>Ah, Peru... I'll remember it.

>And Brazil, as well.
And Morocco, Algeria...

>Stop it!

>And who knows how many places yet
she'll bring the tourists.

>Aren't you horrified by the thought

>that now, perhaps, she's lying
on one of these beaches?

>Perhaps, strangled.

>Rest assured. Nothing has happened.
Understand? Nothing.

>Every morning they collect the dead
from the carnival. Here, last night...

>The only thing to lose are the emeralds.
But you'll buy them back.

>You're a cynic, but you're right.

>My morals are no longer
what they once were.

>But no one's stopping you!

>We can do without your services...

>That, moreover, are not exceptional.

>How much has changed in...
in the drivers before me?

>Maybe she went back to the hotel.
- We phoned, right?

>Nothing's happened. "A woman born
under a lucky star", as you put it.

>Mind you, I didn't say
she was a happy woman.

>I said only that she's lucky.

>She has beauty, youth, wealth...

>A husband like her,
a driver like me.

>Enough, Ramón!
- All right, sir.

>Forgive me, sir.

>Stop!

>Sir!

>Over here.

>Either she's reached the road
going that way, or is in there.

>What is that?
- A brothel.

>She'll be coming to ask for help.

>You're a right bastard!

>One must have
a profession in life, sir.

>I'm sorry. We're closed.

>My girls are all resting.

>I'm sorry. Goodbye.

>Are you French?

>Well, it depends...
I am French at heart, yes.

>The rest, is international.

>You haven't seen, by chance,
a young blonde,

>blue eyes...

>A mouth... so pure,

>innocent,

>sweet...

>Very beautiful...

>No, no blondes at the moment.

>I have a beautiful brunette.

>Sir is looking for his wife.
- Oh, yes?

>Well, she's not working here for me.

>There's another house a little further,
up the road. Maybe she's working there.

>You're full of vitality...

>My girls are fresh from Paris.

>If you want to take it out a little...
Why not make yourself comfortable?

>Ramón, that's enough!

>They don't come from Paris.
They come from the Foreign Legion.

>What regiment were you in?
- The third. Have you forgotten?

>The third and I
we made war together.

>Have you finished recalling
your childhood memories?

>Jacques! Jacques!

>You forgot
to put out the trash!

>A green dress...

>Really very beautiful.

>Face of an angel...

>Swan's neck...

>Well, no answer?
Can't you see it'll end in tears?

>Think you'll find them in such places,
girls like that? Not in a million years...?

>That one will get
a hole in his belly.

>I don't like it.

>You're crazy!

>Killing an Indian at dawn
brings bad luck.

>She must be somewhere
on this beach,

>strangled...

>It had to happen.

>Don't worry, she'll return.
That one always comes back.

>This time too.

>Give my regards to De Gaulle!

>They're gone now.

>Poor baby!

>You mustn't feel down like that.

>You're burning!

>Scoundrels!

>You're washed out, eh?
I understand.

>It happens to us all.
In the beginning, it's always so.

>Then, after the settling in.

>You know, you're beautiful?

>Come on,
like you can do.

>Be careful!
It must have cost a fortune.

>You could even see him, your husband.
He'll understand, right?

>You also need to go home, right?

>Don't cry...

>Your hands are very beautiful, you know?

>Take it easy.

>One gets used to everything in life.

>That's the trouble with it.

>It's a filthy thing.
- Don't think about it.

>You're getting a bruise.

>Have they been beating you?

>I can't live like this.
I can't...

>Don't be silly!

>Where do you live?

>I'll call a taxi,
so you can go back home.

>I can't.
I want to stay here.

>But don't you know
where you've ended up?

>Men come here
just to let off steam.

>Come, do their stuff..

>and then leave.

>Always in a hurry, men.

>You're very kind.
- Me? No!

>The whore with a heart of gold.
That's only in old, French films.

>She smiles at last.

>Well, I'll call a cab.

>Look, darling,
you've had a bad experience.

>Okay, you're not used to it, I know,
but it's not the end of the world.

>What should I say?

>In fact, you got away.
They might even have killed you.

>They wouldn't.
- Why, are you sorry?

>Yes, I pleaded.

>They didn't listen to me.

>It's not my fault!

>They were all...

>destroyed.

>Brutalized.

>Call a taxi.

>It will be better for you.
And for me.

>Because you bore me!
Bore me!

>But what have I done?

>Cover up, you'll get cold.

>I'll take you back.
What's your hotel?

>The Ambassador, but...
- But what?

>Could you send someone
to get my stuff?

>Are you going to settle here?

>Only a few days.

>How? Here, with me?

>I don't know where to go.

>And your husband?

>If he finds you here,
he'll kill you.

>I don't care.

>There are respectable women
who come here, you know?

>How can they do it?
- I can't imagine.

>What do you mean...
- What I said.

>There are women like that?
- There are women like that.

>It's horrible!
- Horrible?

>What does it mean "horrible"?
It's not horrible, it's just so.

>I never knew.
- No? Now you know.

>Do you still want to stay?

>Well, now you're afraid.

>Yes, I'm afraid.
- Of what?

>I didn't know that these things exist.

>Everything exists.

>Those women, why?

>They hope to find... a super-man.

>You know, among many,
one that satisfies. - Please!

>They hope there is.
One lives in hope, right?

>Hope is all.

>Ah, if you want, I can...

>give you this room, it's mine.

>You're very kind.

>And I hope that you too
will be kind to me.

>Of course!
I'll disturb you as little as possible.

>I don't understand you.
I don't understand you at all.

>I feel I'm about to do
some more foolishness...

>and how.

>Why let me stay here?

>But where are you from?
The Moon?

>Beautiful as you are...

>I've never seen such
a beautiful girl in all my life.

>More foolishness on my part.
I can feel it.

>Why so serious all of a sudden?

>There's no reason.

>I've never seen hands like these.

>You should get some sleep.
- Yes, I'm dead tired.

>Think no more of it.

>Men are not important.

>Leave a message at the hotel
for your husband.

>Saying not to worry.
Otherwise, he'll be back here.

>I'd go straight to the doctor

>but I have no money.
I left my purse with the chauffeur.

>I have some.

>If you want,
I'll come to Mexico with you?

>I had an emerald necklace,

>but those men stole it from me.

>I'll take care of everything,
my little dove.

>Ah, this!

>The bastards are here.
They want to talk to you.

>What a nerve?
I'll call the police.

>And necklace they pinched?

>I don't care!
- Oh, no! This isn't the end of it.

> Among many, they hope to find
one that satisfies.

>They returned your necklace.

>They removed it, apparently...

>to make you more comfortable.

>They have no fear of the police.

>It seems that they
never raped anyone.

>Listen...

>You came here by accident, or...?

>But you...

>You've the devil in you.

>Hey you, what's up?
Are you crazy?

>That woman has the devil in her.

>She was born to suffer.
- A bit of suffering brings you to life.

>It's the last time
I'm touring the world with her.

>The world is too populated.
Too much!

>Soon, it will be
a little less populated.

>Are you waiting for my orders?

>It's the lady who gives me orders.

>Why did you call me?

>You want to get it over with.

>You agree, right?

>The next attack that strikes her

>and you return.

>Which room?

>Where is she?

>Lady, seeing as you were kind enough

>to call us...

>She instructed me to tell you
that she awaits you on the beach.

>Over there.

>The place is deserted.

>You can do everything quietly.

>You should have left me...

>I wanted to die
and you should have let me die.

>Disappointment in love?

>What's that...

>a broken heart?
- I don't know.

>Why did you stop me?
- You know how it is.

>A few more meters
and it would have been over.

>Don't cry.

>No, it's water...

>And I couldn't let you drown.
Sorry.

>Something bad happen?
I'm like a Saint Bernard.

>Know what they are? I must always
save someone. It's stronger than me.

>You seem kind.

>I beg you, leave me.

>What happened to you?

>You know what it's called,
what you want to do? Vandalism!

>Didn't they ever tell you
that you are beautiful?

>It's like taking a Raphael Madonna
and throwing it into the sea.

>A Madonna...

>Yes. Come on!

>No, don't touch me
or I'll dirty you.

>Where do they come from, the birds?

>From the islands off the coast.

>They live over there
and come here to die.

>Why? There must be an explanation.
There's an explanation for everything.

>And you, why? There's always
an explanation, as you said.

>Why did you want to die?

>My body disgusts me.

>Looking for someone?

>You should have had me do it
the last time, after Brazil.

>Now, she's become egotistic,
and started to enjoy it.

>What do you mean?
- Come on! You understand.

>She likes to suffer.
Enjoys being hurt.

>And all the rest of it.

>I'll show you the door, Ramón!

>I don't like these familiarities

>from those in my pay.

>No one can do anything with her:
neither doctors nor... - Nor you.

>Well, no.

>The gentleman thinks only
of the pleasure of his pain.

>Shakespeare lied.

>The true story of Othello...

>is that, Desdemona...

>betrayed him 100 times!

>And Othello has never had

>the courage to strangle her!

>It's empty!

>You should take off your dress.
Otherwise, you'll catch cold.

>I'm never ill.

>What are you doing in Peru?

>We're on a trip.

>You and who?

>Is it a pleasure trip?

>Yes, a pleasure trip.

>You and who?

>My husband...

>and his driver, handyman.

>You ran away, right?

>They're looking for you
and you're afraid.

>Those birds...

>why do they come here to die?

>There are millions on the islands,
offshore.

>On the rocks, bare and cold.

>The summer sun heats
those cold stones.

>But no one ever goes there.

>And for the birds what's important:
is that there are no people.

>I often dream of those sanctuaries.

>Those places full of sky,
where nature is king.

>Where we have yet to go.

>When the birds feel
the end approaching,

>they gather their last strength
and fly here to the warm sand.

>They let themselves fall
and wait.

>Why did you decide to die?

>For you it's never happened?

>No.

>For a woman?
- Yeah. Why else would you kill yourself?

>Was she very beautiful?
- So beautiful.

>A creature of dreams.

>But I've never met her.

>It's terrible, I understand.

>It's terrible...

>The waiting, the searching...

>I was already beginning to believe
that the most beautiful love story

>was that of two beings who
seek each other and never meet.

>But I changed my mind.

>Sometimes, reality
is the most beautiful dream.

>Reality...

>It's yours, here?

>This place?

>No. I rented it for a year.

>I'm on the brink of failure.

>I'm one who always fails.

>And starts again.

>Well, I mean, something like that.

>You're hiding?
- Yes.

>From the police?

>Police?

>No, why?

>No, no.
Something much more dangerous.

>Reality. There's so much of it,
you know.

>I know.

>Here, however,
it's quite out of the way.

>There's what's called...
"a margin of safety."

>To get here, reality must travel
at least 10km on foot. Quite a way.

>I'd better go.

>Why do you want to leave?

>You love solitude.
- Who, me? No, not at all.

>No, only...

>I try to... get used to it.

>Here I know a physical solitude.

>So, one day,
I can better withstand the other.

>The real one.

>What's your name?

>Adriana.

>Why did you come here?
- And you?

>I am lost.

>Me too.

>I wrote a book of poems that
no one ever read, nor ever will.

>And I went to help the Africans.

>Two years in Guinea.
They kicked me out, I was too white.

>Six months in Cuba:
kicked out.

>It seems I was a kind of idealist,
bourgeois and decadent.

>Then next Bolivia:
politically undesirable.

>I'm one of those who exchange
their boredom for a cause.

>In short, one beach after another
I found myself here.

>It's not bad. There's nothing.

>And then, I saved
three birds in one year.

>It's already something.

>You're very unhappy?

>Me?

>No more than the others.

>I will be more so
when you have gone.

>You seem afraid.

>What is it?

>What did they do, those bastards?

>Do they know you're here?

>I made an appointment with them.

>But if you tried to kill yourself...

>I got tired of waiting!

>Your husband, eh?

>You're safe here.

>I have to go now.
- Where will you go?

>The next time you see a woman
throw herself in the sea,

>have a heart.

>Don't try and stop her.

>But, if you try again
I'll still save you.

>I can't help it:
I'm weak.

>Don't go.

>It's nothing, just a bird.

>Stay, please.

>On Sunday the boys look for the still
living birds to finish them off with kicks.

>A local sport.

>And I spend my time trying to stop it.
- You should let them do it.

>It's better to die at once
than agonize slowly.

>Adriana...

>Don't leave me.

>Do you want to make love to me?
- I expect a lot more than that.

>You are like all the others.

>You feel this...
this thing in me.

>And this is what attracts them.

>It's irresistible.
- It's true. Beauty is irresistible.

>And you are beautiful.

>More...

>More!

>Forgive me.

>You mustn't enjoy me.

>It's my fault.

>One tries to kill one's own prey.

>As if at the last moment
one could escape you.

>You mustn't cry.

>And who will soothe me?

>Do you regret it?

>Don't you want to tell me anything?

>Who you are?
What they've done to you?

>After all, you're right.
Just as well.

>I really have a horror of reality.

>A bit of a poet,

>bit of a dreamer. - Here.

>You're making fun of me.

>I deserve it.

>I don't want her to suffer.

>I'll do it gently.
But, you're wrong.

>For once, I feel something.

>Humiliated you, eh?

>Poor Ramón...

>A big man like you, and nothing.

>No effect.

>Facing the impossible
one surrenders.

>I thought that a professional...

>I can melt ice,
not marble.

>Wait for me!

>Allah Almighty will forgive me, I hope.

>I can't take it anymore.

>Stop playing the victim.

>Have you never heard of love?

>Only for a fee.
- Then, it's the first time.

>You're in love with her.

>You can't not love her.
Isn't that so, Ramón?

>For $2,000 per month, I'd love anyone.

>Poor Ramón... so much in love.

>Madly in love.

>I understand your humiliation.
Three years in the Legion.

>Deserter, pimp.
Women of all kinds...

>And then, impotence.
It's a hard blow, eh?

>You want me to kill you?

>Well, yes, you know.
She wouldn't ask for anything more.

>Well, don't count on me.
- $5,000!

>Paid in advance.

>The lady first.

>I gave my word.
And my word is sacred.

>I can't live without her.
- You'll say that after.

>Don't say anything!
Don't say anything, please!

>Let's go have a beer,
a French coffee.

>Where? - On the beach.
Let's have a drink, boys.

>I thought you'd gone.

>This is my friend.

>Of course not! No way.
Search again.

>They should already be here.

>I didn't understand if you're afraid
or looking forward to them.

>Looking forward.

>I'm tired of being afraid.

>Of who? Of what?

>Of myself.

>You won't go with him?

>That woman told me
that she would call him.

>What woman?

>A woman in a beach house.

>But you know
what kind of house it was?

>Yes. - Adriana!

>You're hiding something.
Something terrible.

>Let me help you.

>There's only God can help me.

>But unfortunately,

>God is not a Saint Bernard.

>It's better waiting
for them down there.

>If they find me here,
Ramón could easily kill you too.

>Killing...
It's the only thing he's good at.

>They come here to kill you?

>Of course!

>You seem to enjoy it.

>Yes.

>As you see,
I settle for so little.

>But why? For what crime
has your husband decided to kill you?

>It's an agreement between us.
- So, no reason?

>I suffer from a disease...

>incurable.

>But, soon, it will be over.

>I saw the greatest doctors in the world.

>They were full of fine words.

>But, you, you can't imagine
what it's like.

>I fill some with repulsion
They turn away from me with horror.

>But many, instead...

>it excites them.

>I hate them!

>Come, take a good look!

>Is it something you can see?

>Do I look like an invalid?

>It's absurd.

>Even cancer is a disease
like any other.

>Here there's a guy who
lived 12 years with leukemia.

>Yes, I know.
You can live even like that.

>You can live with anything.

>Only I've had enough.

>I've had enough...

>My body horrifies me!

>We are no longer in the Middle Ages.

>You're not a leper.

>Half poet...

>and half dreamer.
- Adriana, listen to me!

>You can save yourself. I know.
I feel it. It's easy.

>Yes...

>Maybe I'll save myself.

>However, they'll arrive too late.
- Too late?

>I've already met you.
- You know nothing about me. Nothing!

>It's better. It'll be all clean.
- No, I have to explain.

>I don't want to know.
- You asked for an explanation!

>My body is rotten!

>By now, it's all in the past.

>Give up please, I want to die!

>Ramón will kill you.

>Just as well. You didn't think
I'd want you to die alone?

>This gun has no bullets.

>I threaten him, he takes fright
and kills me with you.

>I've never done anything good
in my life. It's a great opportunity.

>One day, an hour,

>a second...

>Right now, what does it matter?

>I don't even know your name.
- All the better, so you won't forget it.

>Why do you want to die?
I'm not worth the effort.

>No, you're wrong.
You're worth it, and how!

>You don't think I'd not lift a finger
with such a crime?

>It's not a crime. There's another word for
it. - It's not true. - Yes! Euthanasia.

>No way.

>I know you'll think of me tenderly.

>Without contempt, without irony.

>You have no idea
how scornful men can be.

>And ruthless.

>Their laughter...
It's the worst thing in the world.

>The love scenes,
you know what they're like?

>A customs inspection.

>You exit their arms
like you exit a search.

>They're all filthy.

>Forgive me.

>I don't know any more
what to say.

>No, you're right.

>They're like those who come here
to finish off the birds.

>Out of the way!
- Calm down, man!

>I was with her before you.
Last night, in the house of Fernanda.

>She was there
along with the other girls.

>If you don't believe me, ask Fernanda.

>If I were you,
I'd kick her out.

>She's sick, I tell you.
If not, she wouldn't do it.

>Lies!
- There were others too. Ask them.

>It doesn't prove anything.
- Whores, I respect them.

>But the sick ones like that,
they disgust me!

>Out! Out!

>Get out!

>Okay, okay, don't get worked up.

>We just came to see.
- We'll go somewhere else.

>It's not true! It's all lies!

>He lied!

>They took me in a car
to an abandoned house.

>And... And...

>Then...

>Do you really believe me?
- Of course.

>I don't disgust you?
- Oh no.

>You don't even hate me? - No.

>It's a disease like any other, isn't it?
- Yes. Yes.

>Help me...

>And never leave me!

>I'll stay with you.

>No matter what happens?
- Yes.

>No matter what happens.

>Sir...

>a bottle of scotch...

>Please.

>I'm ready.

>Empty...

>Dry.

>I'm sorry, I've nothing to offer you.

>Hear that, Ramón?
He's nothing left.

>Empty.

>Well, Ramón? Is it done?

>No. I was just scaring a bird.

>The sun, the waves,
the beauty of nature...

>Handsome, young man.

>Even he hasn't succeeded.
True, love?

>Get out of here.
Come on, out! Out!

>You're French, I suppose?

>And even you have
raised the white flag.

>We were in France more than 6 months.
It was useless.

>It's not true
what they say about the French.

>And the Spaniards.
My driver here is Spanish.

>It proved to be a failure.

>One more word and I'll kill you!
- Please, sit down.

>The Lord will repay.

>On this earth, there are things
above the forces of a man.

>Shoot well, sir.

>Go on!

>And hurry!

>I'll even offer a reward.

>$5,000.

>Cash.

>Go on!

>Look, it's a bargain.

>I didn't think the gentleman
would have the courage to do it.

>Wanna bet?
- Well,

>let me offer these emeralds.

>You can set up house.

>If it's not enough,
write me, my friend.

>Psychoanalysts cost so much.

>You will understand what I mean?

>He will understand.

>I recall: Dr. Glasgow
Montevideo,

>the most illustrious disciple of Freud.

>He obtained miraculous cures.
Aren't I right, dear?

>Moreover, he described it all
in his book.

>What's it called?

>Something eternal...

>No... No, maybe I'm wrong.

>"Prisoners of ice." No.

>I can't remember the title.

>Do you remember?

>That Baroness...

>who is only excited
with the jockeys

>whose weight was
52 kg and 300 g exactly.

>And that one who could
only make love in elevators.

>And the other who must have
a revolver pressed to her temple...

>to warm her up.

>Unfathomable are
the mysteries of the human soul.

>And the wife of that banker...

>who couldn't do it without
the alarm of the safe.

>And it was terribly inconvenient
as it woke her husband.

>Well, Dr. Glasgow healed them all.

>All those women have become
pure and honest.

>Psychoanalysis solves everything.

>Actually, we have already
tried Dr. Glasgow.

>Isn't it so, my dear?

>And it solved nothing.

>Don't be discouraged, man.

>And why not?
Messalina was one, even her.

>Still, she was an empress.

>So, you don't want to shoot me, sir?

>You see, Ramón? I have
the impression he doesn't feel like it.

>You see that I'm condemned to live.
- Don't give up.

>Oh right! I forgot...

>the one that always needed...

>to make love in the middle of traffic.

>The one who achieved ecstasy
alone in the desert,

>listening to the cry of the muezzin.

>And the one whose husband had to
run ten times round the bed,

>and move all
the furniture in the house.

>Well, Dr. Glasgow...

>He cites all these
interesting pathological cases

>in his famous book...

>Ah, yes, here!

>"The mystery that is called woman."

>Well then?

>Why don't you shoot me?

>It stirs you a little more.
If you don't react...

>It's hopeless.

>Did you know, Ramón, that Messalina
went to the houses of pleasure

>and offered herself to anyone?

>An Empress...

>And you must surely know what
an illustrious and unsatisfied person

>has endorsed in women such as her?

>It is not necessary to hope
to start something

>nor to succeed in order to persevere.

>You are right to persevere,
my little nymph.

>But why did you save me?
A few more meters and it was over!

>Sir, let me express
my gratitude.

> Our gratitude, I wanted to say.

>Let me
on behalf of all the men past,

>present and future...

>Let him live!

>So he'll learn.

>Yes, sir, as you wish.

>Come on.
- Don't worry, it will be done.

>Ramón, don't forget me.
- Yes, sir, don't worry.

>You wanted my place, huh?

>The car keys and
plane tickets are here.

>There are three.

>Can you drive?

> I'll stay with you...

> Whatever happens?

> Yes, no matter what happens.

>Can you drive?

>Then learn.

>It's always useful.

> They always hurry, men.

> They always hurry...