All language subtitles for Passionflower.2011.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H264-SiGMA

* Soft piano music*

Mom! Look, I got A's!

What is this?

Get cleaned up!

I got "A"s.

Sarah, sit up, please.

Thomas.

Daddy!

Hi sweetheart,
how are ya?

Hey buddy... come here.

How are you doing?

Good.

Good... So?

And hello to you.

It's terrific
dear, just terrific.

All right.

Thank you. Welcome home.

* light latin jazz music*

Hello? Mom.
A little early isn't it?

No, no she's fine.

Everything
is fine, Mom.

* soft piano music*

I gotta call you
later, OK, please?

Right... Yes thats right...

Okay.

Right.

Okay. Bye.

C'mon it's
time for school.

* soft piano music*

Well, I've got to go.

You gonna be ok?

OK Bea?

OK.

OK...

I'll be good...

I'll be good...

Mom?

Did you
forget something?

Yeah.

What did
you forget?

My notebook

Well, it's a good
thing you came back.

Because I was dancing all alone.

What do you think?

Don't keep your dad waiting.

OK

Hey... come here.

Be good, my passionflower.

Bye.
OK. Bye mom.

This is very good Sarah.
Really good.

Hey... they're
just jerks.

You like 'em?

Yeah.

They're mine.
I made them myself.

Where did you learn
to draw like this?

Natural.

These are
really good.

Thanks.

Well, this is it.

Yeah?

Mr. Carlson?

Oh hey, kid.
You finally bring me a client?

No. Just to show him my spot.

One of these days I'm giving her a pixie cut.
Just like that movie star.

Shirley, uh, Sally?

No, never!

Work on her, hey kid?

This is where I come
to draw sometimes.

My mother used to model.

No.. no... not naked.

But she is very beautiful
and designs her own clothes.

My mother is
just a mom.

That's wonderful too.

I know.

So... you draw
super heroes?

Well... I try... but

I'm designing some clothes
for my paper doll collection.

I'm going to show
Miss Smith, but...

Just not yet.

I love it.

You promise you
won't tell anybody.

I promise.

Thanks.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Mom!

* melancholy jazz music*

Can you zip me up please,
sweetie?

Thank you.

Mommy, you look
very beautiful.

* melancholy jazz music*

Can I try one of
your lipsticks?

Another time sweetie guests will
be arriving.

Sarah, darling, you're a mess.
You're such a tomboy, dear.

Tomboy!

You know you do look very beautiful tonight,
Beatrice.

David, you don't need
to butter me up.

There is no reason to be
concerned about this.

Myra is happily
remarried now.

Myra, Myra, Myra

They'll be
here soon.

We were so close.

That's true.
But what the hell, why not just...

We've all moved on since
university Beatrice...

Have we?

That was a
long time ago.

Hmmmmm...

Not long enough to forget that
Myra did not get her man.

I did break
up with her.

And you
got your man.

Didn't you?

Did I?

Well, they're not our
only guests tonight.

I love you.

Hello! WOMAN: David)

Is this Sarah?
Oh my goodness...

And who's this?

Rosie...

Hi Rosie...

She's a bit
angry right now.

Oh no! Well here, that's for
Rosie, so you never lose her.

Thank you!

You're welcome. My goodness,
they've grown so much.

Myra, I think that's a little
extravagant for a child.

Hey!

It's mine!

I could use a drink.

How much money do you
make? DAVID: Thomas!

Myra!

Beatrice, the
gracious hostess!

Look at this dress, oh my god.
Gorgeous!

Speaking of gorgeous, this is
the man who makes me sparkle.

Yes, introduce me.
Hello, charmed.

Myra always had
excellent taste in men.

"Wild" Bill is
what I call him.

Drinks all around.
Good timing.

Bea: Thank you dear.

Oh my. MYRA: Yes, Wild
Bill likes to spoil his lady.

Well done.

Nice to see you.
I never know what to do.

Nice to see you..

Who is this
couple here?

This is Sarah, this is Thomas
and it is their bedtime.

So say good night
to our friends.

Good night.

Sleep tight.

Thank you.

Thank you...

So have you had any more thoughts
about the Newman account?

Dear, you promised,
no business talk.

I agree.

I know I did Honey but this
will just take a moment, OK?

I just really wanted to tell
David how I was so impressed

with your presentation.

Bob, I think the
ladies are right.

The ladies are always right.
But listen, you know what?

You were so crystal clear
on those numbers.

That's what's going to
win us the account.

Thank you.

Salut!

He said this dinner
party was a surprise.

I really thought we were
going to the new steakhouse.

I love surprises.

So do I. BILL: She does.

But lovely to meet you.
You too, as well.

Can I ask you about your dress?

Oh! Of course you can.

After you left the meeting...

Turn around, let
me see the back.

Bea: Good night banana-head.

Mom?

What dear?

Look.

What's that?

It's a happy family.

What's that sound?

Oh that's Rosie's
bell from Myra.

See look, you're wearing
one of your designs.

Oh, I look very pretty.

Are you ready?

I... am... your
evening's entertainment,

Look in my eye and see a glimpse

of love, of stardust, of lust,

all 3 of life a must...

I'm an angel, a devil,
but Honey! life is so swell.

Sing little lamb!

Excuse me!

You are the prettiest girl
at the party tonight.

And you are being very charming.
Thank you.

My pleasure.

Great gal you've
got there, David.

Mom?

Sarah, go back to bed.

Well never a dull moment
around this household.

Uh huh.

Jesus Christ, Bea,
not tonight, please?

What do you mean?

We talked about this.

You know what I'm talking
about, being too friendly.

With who? With Bill?
He's a little bit dull.

That's not what it looked
like to me, Beatrice.

Really boring actually.

You were flirting
with him.

David, no, I was not.

Beatrice, please...

let me just show you
off tonight, OK?

David, they're all phonies.

Come on darling, let's just
have a good evening, please.

You want to have
a good evening?

Yes!

You sure about that?

* soft jazz music*

At the country club, we
were having cocktails

and talking about that explicit
article in a recent magazine.

Ooh!

How are you doing?
How are you for drinks?

Beatrice,
I'm sure you'll have an opinion about this.

We were the club and we were
talking about free love,

You know...

fooling around,
adultrous sex.

Free sex!

What do you think about that?

About what? About love?

About free love.

About adultery.

About the
female seductress.

Ooh... romantic.

Se-duc-tress.

I'd love to hear what
Beatrice has to say.

Oh you would?
And why is that?

Myra, you've always had
an over-active imagination.

Such tact, Dear.

Well, so she disappears,
she comes back, and...

* rhumba music*

There she is.

* rhumba music*

Oh yeah, there
she is...

There she is.

* rhumba music*

Why so quiet?

Let's show them how
it's done, Beatrice.

* Rhumba music*

Oh my.

Beatrice.

Beatrice, that's
not a foxtrot.

You don't like it?

It's not that, it's just a
little close...

Beatrice...

...I didn't ask for
a demonstration.

Darling?

I think the music's going
to disturb the children.

Not as light on my
feet as I used to be.

Ass.

You're ruining your beautiful dress,
Beatrice.

I hate this fucking dress.

You're joking.

Oh no, Honey dear,
Beatrice has always had

a reckless disregard
for appearances.

I'm having a transcendent
moment of recognition.

I'm sorry everbody,
she's really tired.

Shhh.

And what I see is a
boring, barren, frigid,

That's
enough Beatrice.

...sexless, bitch!

We should go

Beatrice: Oh... don't go!

Slut!

At least I love to fuck.

That's enough, Beatrice.

Oh, don't go! No!

That was a good party,
don't you think?

Daddy!

Sarah, tell your daddy...
I.. Uh... oh...

Jesus Christ Beatrice!

Don't touch me!
No! No! No!

Shhh. Shhh. Shhh.

Sarah, I'm sorry.

It's ok sweetheart.
It's OK, it's OK...

Mom?

Thomas?

Mom? Mom?

Mommy has a headache.

Daddy?

* soft piano music*

Hi, come on in.

Hello, Beatrice.

Come in!

Should we get
more comfortable?

Can I
get you a drink?

No thank you.

Are you sure?

I'm certain.

Well, perhaps David
you might speak.

Well we were just
going to talk about...

Mom?

Sarah honey, the adults are
busy. Please excuse yourself.

Sarah, what did I say?

If you want a fight.

That's enough, sweetheart.

She's a little stubborn, just
like her mother.

David, you were saying?

Yes, well...

my wife has been having
some difficulty sleeping.

And you're concerned...

Doctor, it is
just a little bit of stress.

No, no actually
it's more then that.

Bea:I had a little too much to
drink the other night.

Bea, you were very very upset,

Yes. In the kitchen,
sweetheart.

Yes.

Yes, I was.

You were...

You were distraught.

Well? Is that true Beatrice?

I'm not quite sure
what you're asking.

You're not sleeping?

No, I'm not sleeping.

The pressures of
being the perfect...

hostess and wife and mother.

And I want... my husband
to be happy.

Yes?

Is there something else?

The episode David
mentioned on the phone?

Didn't that
happen once before?

The crying binges?

The way you reacted
after the party?

Yeah, I was just feeling a little
nostalgic amongst friends...

and I got a little carried
away in the moment.

Then I fell asleep and I
had a nightmare.

But no you're right.
I am too emotional.

And I need to get some rest.

Mmm hmm.

I'll prescribe a sedative.
But let's stay in touch.

Perhaps Beatrice, you should think about
staying at the hospital for a few days.

You could get that rest,

and relief from any anxieties.

Thank you, I will
think about that.

That's very kind of you.

Yes, we appreciate
everything, Doctor.

Doctor: Alright then.
If you need anything else.

have any questions,
other thoughts...

Let me see you out.

Sarah?

Something
you'd like to say?

I... I just want
everything to be okay.

I understand, we're...
working on it.

You're an intelligent
man, David.

Call me.

Hi. Are you
looking for Charlie?

Charlie! Sarah's here.

Hey. Mom, we're going
out for a walk.

Dinner at six o'clock.

Yep.

What is it you want to
show me?

Charlie:It's close.

Your mom's nice.

Yeah, c'mon, follow me.

* upbeat jazz music*

That's it?

Shh,
be quiet, c'mon.

Come on!

C'mon.

Hey... look.

Wow!

You could draw that. It's what
all the great artists do.

They do?

They draw bodies. nudes.

There's also these.

Wow.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, she is.

Well...I better go.

* soft piano music*

Hello, darling.

Mother.

"Devotion took time."

"Devotion took time to her.
Passion lifted her"

Into the Cherry tree

By a lover... who said reach.

His night bright beside her.

He said...Love.

Passion... passion!

Shhhhh... it's OK

Do you need anything?

Passion... Passion
flowered them to stay.

In the midst.
Passion flower.

Mother: Go away Margaret.

Beatrice:
I don't know what to do.

I don't,
I don't... know...

I don't know
I don't know what to do...

It will
be okay Mom.

You hungry?

* light jazz music*

Who's that?

A secret admirer.

Honey. I don't know.
But it lightens my mood.

What can I get you?

I will have a cup
of coffee, and...

a piece of lemon meringue
pie, with two forks.

We're having
an adventure darling.

What's wrong?

What..?

Mommy, I love you.

Darling.
You're my passionflower.

"Passion flowered them to stay."

Don't worry, honey.
Everything's fine.

Aren't you hungry?
It's your favorite.

Tommy! Mom!
We need to pick him up.

Let me
take you home first.

I'm going right now.

OK.

* Slow, moody piano music*

Honestly David, if the
school hadn't phoned,

Thomas could have
just wandered off.

Dear?

I know.

Where the
hell have you been?

I was worried sick Beatrice.

David?

Do you love me?

You forgot about Thomas!

Thomas, our son, your son
was left by himself.

I got lost...
I lost track of time.

Jesus, Beatrice!

I saw my mother today.

I've decided not
to see her again.

Your son is waiting
for you upstairs.

Ow!

David?

Your call was unexpected.

But appreciated.

Well I just...

wanted to make it up to her.

Who?

Myra.

You know. I really don't
care, what your reason was.

And David of course.

Of course.

Beatrice:
You're not hungry dear?

No...

Would you like
something else?

No...

Did you have
a good day?

Yeah.

Well that's good, darling.

If you're finished, you
can clear your place.

Where's Dad?

Finished?

Mom?

Excuse me.

Mom!?

Sarah honey, can
you get the door?

Beatrice!

What is the matter with you?

Sarah, go to your room.

What are you
talking about?

He didn't stand a chance.

Sarah, go to your room.

Myra...

Fine!

Myra, it's not the time.

Sorry kid.

Sarah!

Myra? What's going on here?

Sarah!
David, wake up!

What?

You heard me. Your wife slept
with my husband.

If you care at all about your family,
you'd better do something.

Is that true?

No.

Liar! Liar!

Sarah, you didn't see anything.
I saw you.

Go to your room!
You saw nothing!

You're just a child.
Go, I said go!

C'mon Sarah. Go.
Listen to your mother please.

I hate you!

She is dangerous, out
of control, sick.

Get out.

David, I'm sorry.

Get the hell
out of here.

What is wrong with you?

I don't feel anything.

Don't you even care how I
feel, how the kids feel?

Guess so...

Beatrice...

Beatrice.

I think you do care.

I know I do...

But I can't talk
about it anymore.

Nothing really happened
between Bill and I, David.

I'm exhausted.

Your dinner's cold.

Get!

Where are you?

Sarah, why don't you stay?

Thank you, but I
need to be at home.

Oh whats...?

Her mom hasn't
been too well.

Another time then dear.
Love to have you.

Okay.

Tomorrow then?

Sure.

It's just like
the pin-up girl.

Rosie's sick.
Mommy says she's sleeping.

Sleeping? What?

Where's Rosie?

Where's Rosie!?

What?! What?!

Where's Rosie?

Rosie was not well.

I was worried if she got
out she would get hit by a car.

She wasn't well.
Leave me alone!

What are you talking about?
She never goes outside.

Leave me alone!

Sarah, that's enough,
Not 'til you tell what you did to Rosie.

What did you do?

I asked the vet
to put her down.

Why did you do that?

Tell me, why
did you do that?

I just did it.

I had to
do something.

I don't know
what you mean.

The damn bell.

So annoying,
so...

loud.

I'm very tired.
I'm sorry.

Well then?

Please mom, don't
start with me.

This is the
limit, David.

Murdering a pet.

Look...

I appreciate
that you're here.

Rest. She needs rest.

That's what the doctor said.

Lipstick?

Sarah:
I want to feel pretty.

I see.

Mommy says I'm a mess, a tomboy.

Dear, that's
not true.

Perhaps you should give me the
lipstick and get ready for school.

No. I think I'm going to
wait till Mom gets up.

Why?

To show her that
I can be pretty.

Your father says your mother has to
rest today. So give me the lipstick.

No! And what do you know
about anything anyway!

Your father will take care of this
because your mother is not well.

No, he's useless.

Give me the lipstick!

NO!

Now!

Oh, dear God.

Hey!

What's this?

That's art.

It's inappropriate.

It's pretty
shitty work.

Excuse me!?
What?

It's Charlie's
shitty work.

Why...?
Why did you lie?

Leave me alone.

No, you know what,
you are crazy.

I hate you!
Hate you!

They've called our parents.
You know what that means?

* melancholy piano music*

Mr. Matthews, I know
this must be very difficult.

But Sarah is a real artist.

Look at this special project
she surprised me with.

I had no idea.

She's very gifted.

Her lie was
such a shock.

She and Charlie seemed
to be such good friends.

I see.

And she has been
missing classes.

Recently?

Well then, I'll speak
to her about that.

Mr. Matthews.

Is something
going on at home?

No. Nothing... uhhh

Everything is fine.

Could I hold on to these?
Would you mind?

Of course.

Sweetheart.

Dad...?

Charlie told me
where to find you.

He seems like
a good friend.

I lied about the drawings.

I was scared.

Do you forgive me..?

Do you love me..?

Oh, Sarah...

I love you.

Your mother loves you.

She never says.

Why is she so unhappy?

Why does she hurt us?

It's wrong.

Daddy, everything is mixed up.

I know, Sarah.

Everyone likes her
because she's beautiful.

But she's crazy.

Sarah, I'm doing
the best I can.

For you, and
for our family.

No! No you're not.

I'm scared I'm
going to be crazy.

Just like mom, just
like grandma.

Sarah, no.
You are so wrong.

No, never, Sarah.

You are so gifted.

I'm very proud of you.

Look at me sweetheart.

I've just felt so trapped.

But I love you.

And I love your mother.

OK?

* soft piano music*

DAVID
It's going to be OK...

I promise.

* soft piano music*

Mommy is going to the
hospital.

Why?

Because she
needs rest.

That' right.

Hi mom...
thanks for coming.

Back...

Look, Sarah's recovered
from this morning.

And where's Beatrice?

Mother: Look, I'm not worried
about Beatrice.

Mother: I'm worried about you
and the children.

Hello Sarah. Hello Thomas.

Hello Constance.

I'm going to need to ask you
to leave.

Beatrice, please.

Goddamnit, Beatrice.

Get out!

Don't, that's enough
Beatrice!

You are crazy,
you are really crazy!

Listen goddamnit, I've
called the Doctor.

Damnit!

Why did you do that?

Because...

Because you
are an unfit mother

and you do not love my son!

Tell your mother to mind
her own fucking business.

Please listen, Beatrice.
Please listen.

Get out of my house!

Stop hurting her!

God Damn it!

BEATRICE She thinks
I don't love her son?

That I don't love my own kids?

Beatrice, you
listen to me.

You need to do
this for our sake.

And for your
own sake.

You need to go away and
you need to get better.

You're done.

Please go away.

Please go away and get better.

Please...

I love you mommy.

Beatrice,
it's going to be OK.

Oh god, oh no.

Oh no.

Oh Beatrice..

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry...

No, I'm sorry.

It's going to
be OK, I promise.

I'm sorry David.

I'm so sorry.

I don't mean
to hurt you.

I don't mean
to hurt Thomas.

I'm sorry Thomas.
I'm sorry, Im sorry...

It's OK Bea... we love you.

It's going to be OK.

* soft piano music*

Bea?

Hi.

How are
you feeling?

I don't know...

...the shock treatments.

You look tried.

Well...

I can't
remember much.

I want to
come home.

I miss you.
I miss the kids.

Please David.

Beatrice.

The Doctor says you
should stay for awhile.

To be sure.

Don't you want
me to come home?

Yes, of course.

You hate me.

I need, need you.

I need you.

Mommy!

Hi sweetheart..

Your mother's home.

David says you're
much feeling better?

Yes. I'm a bit tired.

It's
lovely, thank you.

Hi, Darling.

Well then.

So, uh, Mom, perhaps
you..

Of course.

Come on children, follow me.

Mom?

Oh, my passionflower.

The storm is over, dear.

* soft piano music*