All language subtitles for Love Sick 2006

LOVE SlCK

I met Alex on the first day
of college.

She was nothing but a boring voice
that kept hammering on

with thousands of questions,
requests and nonsense.

I was somehow indifferent to her,

and I had no idea
about what was going to happen.

Watch out.

Don't forget to tell mother

to send me some summer clothes
by train next week.

I won't.

We'll call you at Mrs. Penes.

It's not Penes, father.
It's Mrs. Benes.

If only I could still catch Cristina.

Bucharest is crazy!

-What floor is this?
-3rd floor.

It's useless. If they were at home,
they'd have answered by now.

I think I hear something.

I wonder if this building
is earthquake-proof.

Man, what a climb.

-Hello. Here we are.
-Hello, welcome.

-This is my father. He drove me here.
-Nice to meet you.

Don't leave them in the hallway.
Take them to the room.

We have two more sacks of clothes
and some books, and that's it.

-Come on in.
-And the desk.

Come on in.

-There, with the sacks.
-I'll put it in a corner.

-lt won't bother you.
-That eats up a lot of electricity.

If it's a problem,
father can take it--

God forbid! Why take it back?
This is a decent home, after all.

Yes, it's very nice.

Can we put these bags
into the room?

Sure. Over there.

God, what was I thinking?

Where can you put the desk?

-What do you need a desk for?
-It's just a tiny desk.

-It's essential with finals coming up.
-Who'll carry it up?

-Will you help?
-We'll carry it up together.

My little girl's a good girl.
She won't cause any trouble.

I've never rented out a room.

But my pills have ruined me,
so I have to manage how I can.

That's life.

Alexandra, my girl.

Your mother used to have
a great place on campus.

Never mind. I'm just happy to be rid
of the cockroaches I had at my dorms.

God, Bucharest is filthy!

Let's just carry the desk up,
then go and grab a bite.

Take a look, here's what a doctor
at the clinic gave me.

Have a look.
He's absolutely useless.

I had a load of tests done, X-rays,
the whole lot.

But don't you get them free
at your clinic?

-Tests are expensive.
-Can we go downstairs for the desk?

Go, sweetie.

Use the front entrance.
There's more room.

I thought we might keep
the neighbours from seeing you,

but what can you do?

Nothing.

Up.

All set?

Hey!

I rang at your door.

I'm Cristina,
a classmate of Alexandra's.

-You're her father.
-Yes.

Let me help you.

-Lighter now?
-lt is.

-Why didn't you use the elevator?
-It's out of order.

Right, they're doing
maintenance work.

Up.

It's you again.

I have to lock the door.
All kinds of crazies around.

Come in.

It's not so cool living on campus.

I've never lived on campus,
because I'm from Bucharest,

but it was tough for Alexandra.

We never told you, but your mother
would spend a whole day crying

whenever we visited you.

She said you lived in filth.

Kiki, would you ask Mrs. Benes
to make some space for me?

Well, didn't you arrange it?

"Auntie" Lucretia!

At least this is a decent home.

You need the whole closet?

-Just enough for clothes.
-Oh, what a mess!

"Auntie" Lucretia,
could you empty the closet?

Okay, sweetie.
I'll take the stuff out.

And can you make some room
for her books?

We'll put the old papers
in the other room.

"Women's Magazine,"
"Flacara"from 1966.

Just attracting moths and ants!

You're lucky Cristina
recommended you.

Think I'd be renting,
if not for her?

Will you be leaving today?

I don't want to drive at night.

That's my brother.
That's what he always does.

Well, Alexandra, if you don't want me
to take back some of your clothes,

-I should go now.
-I'd love to see where you live.

I don't have any family
in the country.

-Of course, any time.
-Kiki!

What's that guy saying?

Kiki! Please!

-Tell him to go away.
-I don't even know him.

Why won't you tell him?

Kiki, come out, please!

Let's bury the hatchet!

Sandu, beat it!
Come near me, and I'll kill you!

What is this noise?

Sandu. We're having a fight.

Look how thick the dust is.

Just a moment.
I think we should settle up first.

I asked Cristina to tell the girl

that I wanted the rent paid up
six months in advance.

-Through October.
-How's that?

May, June, July, August,
September, October.

-Through November.
-November, right.

He made me so angry.
Lucky you came.

How about I finish up here
and then we go for a drink?

Yes. No. You go.

Mind that I invited myself
to your parents' place?

Why should l?
We'll go in summer.

Okay. We'll talk tomorrow.

-Do you want me to pick you up?
-I'm not coming to the first seminar.

We paid six months in advance,
so you needn't worry about it.

Will you help me
put the books away?

I'll get a earful from your mom
if I'm late.

Come on, I can't do it alone.

You'll be fine.

Man, student life is hard.

But it's nice, too!

That's French. Dubois.

Say, this girl...
Isn't she a bit odd?

I don't know.
I don't think so.

It was the first night I slept over
at Alex's place.

I fell asleep, a bit drunk
from too much beer,

and I dreamed we were both
running in the rain,

as if in an obstacle race.

In the morning, I woke up
and looked at her.

She was sleeping peacefully.

I could smell the scent of sleep
on her,

and that's when I desired
to see her always, every morning.

I'm leaving,
so I don't spoil your plans.

Don't start with that.

-I'm talking about your guy Alex.
-Alexandra is a girl!

Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll just wait and see.

Fine!

Happy now?

I understand
why you're acting like this.

As Mama said,
such wounds take time to heal.

And what did Dad say?

You can be as ironic as you want, it
won't change my feelings about you.

My feelings
have already changed.

You want us to go
through this again.

I want you to leave me alone
and stop giving me a hard time.

Apologizing is giving you
a hard time?

Words are not enough.
If we stop seeing each other,

then so be it.

Is that so? Why shouldn't
we see each other again?

Because seeing you
gives me a bellyache.

And I feel agitated like before
an exam. And my skin turns red.

You're ruining my shirt.

I care about this relationship
more than anything.

Right now, I'd give up anything
for Alex.

You don't know what she's like.
She's really special.

I'm not interested
in what she's like.

Then how about being interested
in what I want?

I don't want you to call me anymore.
I want us to stop.

And if you love me,
you'll do as I ask.

-So that's what you want.
-That's what I want.

Can you promise me that
and keep the promise?

If that's what you want,
I'll just disappear.

I asked you to stop making us suffer.

I got what you said.

The question is, are we prepared
to deal with the consequences?

-Hey.
-Hey.

I hope I'm not late.

-This is Alex.
-Alexandra.

And this is my brother, Sandu.

Where'd you call from?
I barely heard you.

I was in Kogalniceanu Square.
I took a cab.

What did you two order?
I'll have tea.

We're sipping from the cup
of bitterness.

-Does anyone want anything?
-You sit here. I'll go.

So you wanted tea.
And you, Kiki?

You said you were
going back to work.

Your brother's name is Alexandru,
too?

Why "too"?
Is your name Alexandru?

-Come on. Did you two have a fight?
-No.

You both seem upset.

-I don't want to make it worse.
-We didn't fight. We made up.

Okay. Here's something I bought you.
I hope you like it.

I think they're beautiful.

I saw these earrings and thought
of you. I got myself a ring.

What's with the bracelets?

They're nose rings
from Papua New Guinea.

-That was mine.
-Not anymore.

-So? When will I see you again?
-On Sundays.

When?

Sandu.

You're acting tough, aren't you?
Can I call you on your birthday?

Bye, Sanda.

That's how you wear it.
It's cool.

What does it look like on you?
Let's see.

It's cool, but it doesn't go
with what I'm wearing.

-You didn't like the earrings.
-They don't match what I'm wearing.

I really don't feel like going home.
Where can we go?

A movie?

Let's have a cake instead.
Feel like it?

-Are you still upset?
-Upset with whom?

-You seem a little upset.
-I'm not upset. I'm happy you came.

And I feel like eating
something sweet.

-Wow, the old lady's nuts!
-What happened?

I wanted to boil some water for tea,

and she spent 10 minutes showing me
how to turn off the tap.

How I shouldn't tighten it too much,

because I might flood
the downstairs neighbours.

Your folks, that is.

Flood them, for all I care.

I've got the water boiling.

I don't feel like going home tonight.

Do you mind
if I stayed here tonight?

Why would I mind?
Wait a sec, I'll get the tea.

No, forget the tea.
Stay here.

Let me just turn off the cooker,
or Benes will kill me.

Oh, you made it, after all.

There you go.
Careful, it's hot!

You're so diligent!
You'll make a good wife.

You've got a cool place here.

That's so good!

Let's just lock ourselves in
and stay in for a week.

I'm used to it.

When I lived at my parents',

in the summer, I'd spend
the entire day reading in the garden.

Didn't you get bored?

Didn't you want to go clubbing
with guys?

Nope.

Where are your earrings?
Don't you want to try them on?

Check my bag.

I thought about it,
and I like the ring more.

Take it.

And you'll wear the earrings.

They'll look better on you.
Your face is rounder.

My ears aren't pierced.

What do you mean?
All girls have pierced ears.

Haven't you ever worn earrings?

My, she's never worn earrings!
They punished her!

No, they didn't. My mother didn't want
to hurt me when I was little.

And you expect to look good
without earrings?

I can do the piercing for you,
you know.

I won't have my ears pierced!

Suit yourself.

It won't hurt.

We'll burn a needle
with the lighter,

dip it in alcohol, and
then I'll make a quick hole.

You won't even feel it!

No, I don't want to.
They won't look good on me.

My face is round,
and I'll look like a monkey.

I'd rather admire the earrings
on you.

-Do you really know how to do it?
-Do what?

Piercing.
Have you done it before?

Got a needle anywhere?

Let's.

There. If you say you know how,
it can't kill me.

Leave some thread on.

I couldn't find any alcohol.

-What's the thread for?
-Surprise.

Come on.

Hold on, I can't see.

It doesn't hurt.

Do you have any cotton wool here?

Finished.

Hold on a bit!
Hold tight. Come on.

No more.

You want to have just one hole?

-I don't want earrings anymore.
-Look at me.

You'll be fine. Tomorrow you'll knock
those campus assholes off their feet.

Come on!

I don't want to knock them
off their feet.

What's all this noise?

Holy Mother of God!
What are you doing there?

Piercing Alex's ears.

Go to your room.
Everything's fine.

Cristina, dear,
piercing her ears now?

Couldn't you wait till tomorrow?

Take this crap out of my ears.

Hold it tight!
Do you have alcohol?

Do you need a lot?

Just to pour a bit
on some cotton wool.

God, what got into me?

You were very brave.
I don't think I'd have been so brave.

Use some alcohol.
Otherwise, it will fill with pus.

Thanks, Auntie.
You've been very sweet.

Now I'll put Alexandra to bed.
I'll see you in the morning.

Put this on.

-Does it still hurt?
-lt wasn't even that painful.

Oh, that's how you are.
You're acting brave now.

You should've seen
your face earlier.

Do you want to sleep?

Come on, put your head in my lap.

Hello.

-I'm not done yet.
-What time is it?

It's 10:20.
We still have half an hour.

I was thinking we should go
see a movie at 1 1:00.

You said we'd
attend Mihailescu's class today.

We'll go next week.

You'll say the same thing next week.

I don't feel like coming back here
to write down more summaries.

What's that?

The folklore lecture notes.
We have to write a seminar paper.

But that's not your handwriting,
is it?

I got it from the fat girl
who wears a lot of makeup.

What?

You smell nice.
What is it?

I don't know what perfume it is.
I got it from my mother.

I'm wearing Aimez-moi.

Can you smell it?

I thought that was your natural smell.

Let's take the book home instead.
I'll help you take notes tonight.

But you do the talking for the book.
Don't make me do it.

Mama, Alexandra needs this
until tomorrow.

I'll write it down.
But do bring it back tomorrow.

I talked to Sandu.
He sends his love.

-He's coming to lunch on Sunday.
-Okay.

-Bye.
-Good luck. Be good!

-What did you lose?
-Nothing.

-I don't really feel like going.
-Do you want to go to the lecture?

-Why are you doing this?
-Come with me.

-Didn't we decide to go to a movie?
-Let's not fight.

But now you're forcing me
into doing what you want,

and it's not right.

Why didn't you tell me to begin with
that you didn't want to go?

You don't get it. I came to Bucharest
to go to university.

Listen to you!

So I'm to blame
because I want us to be together?

I'm to blame, because I let myself
be influenced by you.

Why do you get angry like that?

You want us to go
to Mihailescu's lecture?

No. Let's go to a movie.

No, we'll go to Mihailescu's lecture
and take down everything he says.

We can go to the movie
at 2:00 o'clock.

Her pen and her two straight hours
of diligent note-taking

were driving me up the walls.

Out of anger, I'd started
making random notes.

I couldn't understand how I'd
happened to fall in love with her.

Listen, Alexandra.

If that government department man
shows up here,

please tell him you're my niece.

I don't want us to get in trouble.

-What department?
-Just say you're my niece.

You are like a niece to me,
actually, just like Cristina.

I've known her
since she was this little.

He could show up
when you expect it least.

Just like 30 years ago,
when I was here with my Nicusor,

who had just gotten back
from a conference,

and the government guy
just knocked on the door.

He wanted to check our papers.
And he wrote us down as concubines!

He gave us a fine,

and we had to cancel
our trip to the Govora spa that year.

And the year after that,
Nicusor went back to his wife

and left me to pay the bills
on my own.

Which is why I bring it up.

My, you're so elegant. You can tell
your parents raised you well.

You're not like those cheap girls
I see on the street,

who wear pants that show off
their bellybutton.

Mrs. Parvulescu
has asked me to lunch.

So, we're agreed on that.

You'll say you're my niece,
and you're just visiting.

Yes, Auntie Lucretia, don't worry.
I'll see you.

Bye, sweetie.

Hey!

I'll take that into the kitchen.

Last-minute preparations.
Let's go into my room.

-What?
-We need to change your top.

It's a weird room.

-What's this about?
-I'm opening a button store.

No, really.

When I was little, I had a friend,
a girl I liked a lot.

We used to crawl under the desk,
build armies out of buttons

and fight each other.

Once, she took a pair of
nail scissors, lifted her shirt,

and tried to cut her nipples off.

Why?

I don't know. She said she wanted
to give me a present.

The truth is, her nipples
looked like two little hearts.

Why do you have two beds?

One was Sandu's.
I was afraid to sleep alone.

Cristina! Lunch is ready!

Hello.

Hello.

Hi! I'm so glad you came over,
Alexandra.

Sit down.

Give me a hand, please.

Oh, no! That's Sandu's seat.
You two sit on this side.

Father will sit at the end of the
table, and I'll sit next to the door.

I'm not done with everything.

-So how do you like Bucharest?
-She's been here for over a year.

-I lived on the Regie campus.
-And why did you move out?

It wasn't very pleasant.

Girls, you should have seen
the state of things in the 70's,

when we went to college.

If we managed to get a bed
and a table to slice the salami on,

we were delighted.

The world is modern now.

Cristina, what is that greasy bag
on the sink?

I brought it. It's some eggs and some
larded meat from my parents.

They make it very well.

Oh, you shouldn't have, dear.

They sent it for you to eat,
not for us. Please take it back.

Plus, we don't usually eat fatty food.

Cristina, please give it back
to Alexandra when she leaves.

Are your parents in agriculture?

No, my father's a vet,
and my mother's a teacher.

Cristina, please.

They have hens, and last year,
father decided to raise a pig.

Then I may have met your mother
when I conducted school inspections.

We used to do real work back then.
I know this country by heart.

Where are you from?

-Pietrosita.
-Well, I've never been quite that far.

Sandu's here.

Hi.

Sandu, my boy, why don't you wear
slippers, for goodness' sake?

-What are you staring at?
-Cut the yapping.

What are you doing?

Sticking your fingers in the food
in front of a guest?

Better relax, Mama,
so we can all eat.

I need to be somewhere
at 5:00 o'clock.

Is this the same rotgut
we drank last time?

Why do you call it rotgut?

You liked it.
You drank half the bottle.

Don't think he's an alcoholic.
He drinks moderately.

He's not an alcoholic.
He just drinks a lot.

Leave the boy alone.

A toast!

To Alexandra's arrival
in Bucharest.

Yes, to Miss Alexandra.

-And to my new passport.
-What's that for?

Well, you expect me to leave
the country on my bus pass?

Would you mind not wallowing
in the bowl?

Just put some food on your plate.

I don't want to eat after you.
I don't want to get herpes.

Stop being so sensitive.

I wonder where you suppose you can
go with that passport, just like that.

To Pitesti.

Don't be cheeky to your father.

I won't say more.
A guest is present.

You just keep behaving like a brat.

The aubergine salad was very good.
How did you make it?

I'm glad you liked it.

I add some onion and a bit of
mayonnaise, for a smoother taste.

Very good.

That's a beautiful top.
Cristina has one just like that.

Right?

-I bought it for her.
-lt is Cristina's.

I lent it to her. It suits her,
doesn't it? She's beautiful.

It looks better on you than it does
on my sister. You can keep it.

She used to wear it without a bra.

Why are you kicking me, Mama?

It's strong!

That's because you're not used
to spirits.

-Of course I am.
-She's used to everything.

I don't need uppers.

And actually,
here's proof of courage.

-Cristina, did you do that?
-I did.

You'd better see a doctor.
It's infected.

She doesn't need a doctor.
It will heal completely in a week.

It must be from those trinkets
in your ears.

Girls go through hell for beauty.
Then you suffer the consequences.

Put some antiseptic cream on it.

-Well, can you pierce holes?
-What do you mean?

Your phone is ringing!

Stop nettling each other.

You behave like you weren't
brother and sister.

Some Coke?

No. Don't open it.

I'll take it
to Alex's place later.

As you wish.

Cristina, pass the plate.

I forgot to tell you, I talked to
Mrs. Negulescu the other day.

She's arranged for me

to stay with a cousin of hers
in Switzerland for two months.

Do you want to leave?

Yes, I'm leaving, since I've
realised I can't pierce holes.

And you're going with that old lady?

Cristina, please.
Mrs. Negulescu isn't old at all.

And if it hadn't been for her,
Lord have mercy.

Lucky him, he gets to be
the boy-wonder at her company.

What other services
do you do perform?

Stop grinning.
You know I hate that.

Stop grinning, you idiot!

Why do you show off here and talk
nonsense in front of everybody?

You should be ashamed,
saying filthy things to your sister.

Stop signalling to me.
I know what I'm talking about.

What signals, Aurel?
Just relax and sit down.

If you're all done, I'll collect
the plates and bring the soup.

Cristina, wouldn't you like
to sleep at my place tonight?

I can't. I might be in the way.
What if Mrs. Negulescu comes by?

You'll sleep at home.

-Cut the crap. Are you coming?
-No, I'll sleep at Alexandra's.

You, get up right now and get out.

Get up, where?

Get up and leave, you bastard.
That goes for you, too.

Alexandra, can you please help me?
Cristina, you, too.

We would spend
most days and evenings together.

We liked to wander aimlessly
around those buildings

with the plaster peeling
off the balconies,

Iike sagging breasts.

I hadn't yet told her
how much I loved her.

In fact, I didn't know myself yet
how I felt.

Or we would go the cinema
and spend the entire day there.

We didn't dare go out.
We took turns sleeping.

All I could remember afterwards
was the smell of her skin.

When we were sick of Bucharest,
we'd just go to the mountains.

We'd rent a room, lie between
some strangers' bed sheets

and stare at the passersby.

I would listen to her while lying on
my belly, chin propped in my hands,

paying more attention

to her impeccably manicured fingers,
with the well-trimmed nails.

We knew, though, that our break-up
would be nothing dramatic,

as that was not how we lived then.

We were like craZy kids

who knew their life
would start some day,

so they lived to the limit
the time they had left.

-Where are you going?
-To take a shower.

-Okay. Will you be long?
-You want to go first?

I need to be in Victoria St. at 1 1:00.

I saw this cool swimsuit,
and I asked Sandu to get it for me.

Are you going to be long?

Why don't you want us
to go to the seaside?

Can't you understand that my parents
will kill me if I don't go home?

You're dying to go to the sticks.

It's not really the sticks.
It's beautiful.

I have a big yard, an orchard behind,
and a forest up the hill,

even a river where we can swim.

Do the rivers flow
with milk and honey?

Fine, make fun of me.

Are you angry with me?

It's always like this.
If you cared for me, you'd just come.

-Where?
-Okay, forget it.

Do you want your parents
to realise we're together?

There's no way they can.

That's what our vacation
will be like?

Hiding from your parents
behind the trees?

-Groping in corners?
-Why hide?

So your mother will see us when
I stick my tongue in your mouth?

Why are you talking dirty?

No, really,
what kind of vacation is that?

If groping in front of my parents
makes you happy,

then we could do that.

I need to pee.
Close the door.

Hi, it's Sandu.
Leave a message.

Today, June 10th, I called
to say "happy birthday."

Although you no longer love me
like I love you,

even though you'll call me
on my birthday, too.

But love isn't remembering
somebody's birthday.

Love is when I can't live without you.

Why do you torture me?
Why are you afraid?

Do you want to skin me alive,
so I bleed to death for you?

You're a beast and a jerk.

And I'm nothing but your doormat.

I'm your shadow.

And though I may not be the first one
to wish you "happy birthday,"

you know very well
that I'm the only one that matters.

Happy birthday, little robot.

I wish you happiness.
Bye. I love you.

Bye.

You can go.

If you got dressed a little faster,
we'd have gotten there in time.

You said you had to meet up
with your brother.

Aren't we going together?

I thought you wanted
to go by yourself.

Do you want us to go together?

Didn't I say we would?

I'll take the opportunity to ask him
to buy you something nice, too.

I don't know.

Whenever I see your brother,
I want to run away.

I promise we won't be long.

You're amazing.
Could you be any more late?

-I'm not late.
-We're late because of me.

It's not you.
As if you didn't know her. Let's go.

Did you get my message?

I thought we had agreed
on something.

Now I see you've changed your mind.
I don't know what to say.

I can't wait for you
to make up your mind.

-We're close to the finishing line.
-Let's not talk here.

-Whatever.
-That's it.

Want to check out the clothes
while I try the suit on?

Go ahead. I'll wait.

-Hello. Getting bored?
-I'm not really a shopping fan.

My sister is the world champion.

I once waited for an hour for her
to decide on a pair of shoes.

Weird tastes.

-I like her.
-She's very special.

That's right.

Cristina? Cristina!

What?

-Are you done?
-Just a sec!

So? What do you think?

Awesome!
Let me get it for you.

Seriously, it really suits you.

Come on, girl. What do you think?
I don't trust him.

I don't know.
It's a bit over the top.

It's the thing now!

Actually, you're right.

If one bead goes, they all go.

Just get it.
It's beautiful.

I'll go pay.

Straight ahead,
and to the right at the end.

-Much further?
-No, nearly there.

I'll be right back.
I'll just drop these.

I'm at the address.
I'll be waiting.

Communicate, 47.

I'm on my way.

I'm already dizzy.
I haven't eaten anything today.

It's Beck's. It's good.
You won't get a headache.

We'll drink this and go to sleep.
We'll wake up early tomorrow.

Aren't you sorry we're leaving?

You're being silly.
Why would I be sorry?

I've been thinking.
My place isn't so great.

What matters is that
nobody will trouble us.

You're right.

We were stupid not to think
about this before?

-Think of what?
-Everything.

Did I tell you about this dream
I had last night?

I dreamt we moved
into my dorm room,

but the dorms were different,
and we had a cat.

And one day somebody knocked,
and you opened the door.

There was this guy.

Sandu, probably.

No, not Sandu. Some weird guy.
I have no idea how to describe him.

Anyway, he walked in.

Said he'd kick us out
if we didn't get rid of the cat.

-Must be the superintendent.
-Probably.

Go on.

What?

What happened next?

Nothing. The cat ran away
between his legs.

But we didn't mind.
We were sure it would come back.

It was a stray cat.

Strays usually do come back.

Yes.

Shall we?

Tomorrow I'll come up for you
when I'm ready.

Here are some sandwiches
and coffee.

I couldn't find the flask anywhere.

It's too much stuff!
What's in there?

Some cheese.

God knows
what they'll feed you there.

I don't have room. We'll
just stop somewhere for food.

Stop eating all that junk.

-Daddy's here.
-Ready?

Yes. I took your keys.

Great.
It won't start without the keys.

-Did you check the oil and the gas?
-Didn't you check?

Now the car's your responsibility.
Take care of it.

Mama, the mobile
doesn't work there.

I'll call you.
If Sandu calls....

Daddy got some low-fat cheese.
Please.

I'm not taking it!

I checked the gas and oil.

There's more to a car
than wheels and a steering wheel.

Duly noted.

Bye!

Drive carefully.

Have fun!

-What are you doing?
-Benes asked me to make tea.

-What happened to you, Auntie?
-I'm bedridden, sweetie. Look at me.

-What happened?
-My feet won't obey me anymore.

We need to go now.
But what exactly hurts?

I felt a sort of weakness here
when I got out of bed.

I'd have fallen down
if I hadn't leaned against the wall.

-But you didn't fall.
-No, I came here to watch TV.

Bless you.

Take a Diclofenac.

-Will it do me good?
-Yes.

Go on, sweetie.

I talked to my nephew, and
he'll come to take care of me.

-Going for long?
-Until the beginning of August.

I'll see you when you get back.
If you don't find me dead.

Don't worry. You probably
just ate some bad food.

-Maybe the mackerel?
-The mackerel! Of course!

-We're off.
-Turn the light off in the hallway!

It'd be great if she croaked
and we lived here alone.

-This old lady won't to die.
-Leave it on. What the hell?

In two hours, I'd hear all about Alex
when she was little.

I could almost see her, awkward,
shy, dreaming about the future.

This housed the cultural centre
and a supermarket together.

A kind of mall.
Now it's a dance club at night.

Turn right.

-Here?
-Yes.

Hello!

Welcome!

-This is Cristina.
-Hello! Welcome!

Hi. Welcome home, baby.

Nice to meet you.
Welcome.

Come, Petrica.
Let me help you.

Come on, girls, let's go inside.

Petrica, we're going inside.
Get the luggage. That's it.

-Have you two eaten anything?
-Yes.

Rozi, get some food for the girls.
They had a long trip.

-We've already eaten.
-Actually, I'd love some coffee.

-Of course.
-Thank you.

How was the journey?

Fine.
Took us about two hours.

-When did you leave Bucharest?
-At 1 1:00.

But I went in circles
around Targoviste a bit

because of the one-way streets.

-Didn't Sandutsa co-pilot you?
-I did.

Well, the road from Targoviste
isn't the best. Potholes and so on.

-Are you cold?
-A little bit.

I'll start the fire.

Kiki will sleep in my room.
Cristina.

-We prepared the guest room.
-Never mind, Petrica.

-Leave it to them.
-They'll be more comfortable.

It's okay. The cabbage will be ready
in half an hour.

Better go unpack until then.
Come.

Voil�!

I'm so sleepy.

We'll go drink coffee now.

Forget the coffee.
I'd rather sleep.

How about my room?

Beautiful.
It's like you.

May l?

Dad, there was a lamp here.

-I'll bring you ours.
-Where's mine?

Your mother took it when she graded
her school tests.

-Can you get it for me?
-Sure. Right away.

Your parents are so nice.
So chilled, like they're on Prozac.

Let's listen to a story.
Let's see what's on the menu.

"The Little Fairy,"
"Rice Straw"...

This is the one.

Does the record player work?
I forgot to ask.

Naturally. In this household
everything is like clockwork.

Once upon a time, there lived
an emperor and an empress.

LOCAL FlRE STATlON

Both were young and beautiful.

But both were unbearably sad,

because they were unable
to have a child.

After a long search,
they found a clever wiZard

who gave the empress
a powerful potion.

And, one day, the palace
resounded with a baby's cries.

We felt like two inseparable sisters,

spending our holidays
at our grandparents' house.

We didn't care about anything.

We were unaware of jealousy,
bitterness or envy.

We wished only to be together.

Let's go.

-Cute chick.
-My ears are ringing.

-Where are we going?
-To the bar, for a drink.

What will you lovely things have?

Is there a price list? No, hold on.
What is there to drink?

We have everything.
I see you're city girls.

We have all
you could possibly want.

Do you want a price list?

Do you have one?

Look, "Cristina" is a refined spirit.
10,000 lei.

It's gone up to 12,500.

Let's get that.
What's it like?

No? Then let's get two Beck's.
What about cigarettes?

Snagov, Carpati, or the foreign ones.

I thought you could only get Snagov
in Bucharest.

-Do you want a Snagov?
-No, Carpati.

This is the first time I've set foot
in a bar here.

It's just awesome.
I want to move to your town.

Everything here is surreal.

-And the cigarettes?
-I forgot.

-Could you bring them now?
-Right away.

-Cheers!
-Cheers!

This glass has the lip marks of
everyone who's ever sipped from it!

In the old days,
people weren't so keen on hygiene.

Cleanliness has made us weaker.

It's smothered our desires.

First, you love a person's smell, and
then you go on, building upon that.

-How does my skin smell?
-Heavy.

Here you go.

What do you mean, heavy?

You smell like a flower
that is neither alive nor dead,

because no one
has changed its water for weeks.

You have a sleepy smell, like
when you wake up in the morning,

and you've been dreaming too long.

Do you like Sandu?
I mean, as a woman would?

I mean, he's a handsome guy.
He looks good.

He's my brother.

Brothers and sisters
sometimes fall in love.

Just like in Ren�.

Like in what?

Ren�, by Chateaubriand. Although
a love story like that is hopeless.

This love story you're talking about
is hopeless because it's unreal.

If the writer had believed in it,

then Ren� and his sister
would have had a chance.

But he constructed the story

in order to make the character
sick with melancholy.

No, you're wrong.

Although he seems doomed,

his love for his sister

could have evolved
like in any normal relationship,

if he'd been willing to accept

that happiness, just like unhappiness,
has several nuances.

You talk as if Ren�were real.

I don't think it's even a love story.

It's just an example
of Romantic virtues

and the simplistic way
those people viewed the world.

Just remember all that crap

that Freud would have
psychoanalyzed away.

His mother who dies at his birth,
and his sister who commits suicide.

And, above all,
God dispensing justice.

It's all so black or white.

The love story doesn't stand a chance
if the writer doesn't believe in it.

And besides, if you tell this story
to a monk,

it becomes a confession,

and this means that,
morally speaking,

you've prejudged it,
in spite of your deeper feelings.

Get it?

But, leaving the author's
abstractions aside,

do you think the relationship
between Ren� and Am�lie

is based on true love
or a sick attraction?

What's your point?

I was wondering if,

however we analyse or judge
this relationship,

it actually might not be
something sordid.

You think like a saint!

Let's go.

You can't use love to excuse

You can't use love to excuse

a relationship
that's practically obscene.

Well, yes, you can account
for the story

by its biographical elements,
because, from birth,

the character lives
in the shadow of doom.

And his sister will play
a maternal role.

Which eventually leads us

to a much older
and a more beautiful story.

I like this story.

Do you want to tour Pietrosita
by night or play some soccer?

I used to be good at soccer!

Look, there's the house.
It's not far.

I guess you're done
with romanticism tonight.

You don't care much
for Chateaubriand.

Actually, what you like in this story
is its very obscenity.

It disgusts you,

but you can't condemn it because
it's based on a noble feeling.

Go on.

I like their recklessness,
the irresponsible way

in which they justify
their sexual impulses

by finding a correspondent for them
in the changes of nature.

It's as if I claimed that city life

is what made me fall in love with you
and love you.

There's nothing real
about Ren� and Am�lie.

I know from experience
that things are completely different.

You mean your experience
with Sandu?

Like any relationship,

one person can be moral
and the other can be immoral.

But this doesn't necessarily make
the relationship itself immoral.

Who's the immoral one?

Sandu.

You have no idea what he's like.

He'd do anything,
if it was in his interest.

He'd go to Switzerland tomorrow
and leave me alone,

if he had it going good.

Nothing else matters.

But you're not alone.
You're with me.

And with her.

Want to take your top off?

I want to see your breasts
in the moonlight.

I was really hurt when
you went upstairs with your brother.

When?

When I waited 20 minutes
for you in the cab.

Did I do something
to make you angry?

No. Tonight I'm very happy.

Would you have a breast job
if I asked you to?

You mean have them made bigger?

Bigger, smaller...
I just want to know if you would.

Come on, Sanduta!

Would you like me to have
bigger breasts?

No, because mine aren't big, either.
Come on, would you?

Maybe, for you. But I couldn't stand
some stranger touching me.

So how did you manage
at the gynecologist's?

Never been.

It's horrible.
It feels all...

To me, breasts are like accessories.
They're like earrings.

It would have been cool
if we had met earlier.

Sanduta!
There's someone at the gate.

Sandu's at the gate.

I gave my parents your address.

They probably told him
where to find me.

Kiki!

Did you call him here?

-Go on! She's calling you.
-It's you she's calling.

I'm not going.
Tell him I'm not here.

Tell him I left for Bucharest
yesterday.

-Why?
-I don't want to see him.

-Hello.
-Good day.

-Hi.
-Hello.

This is my mother.
This is Cristina's brother.

-Rozalia Dragnea. Nice to meet you.
-Sandu.

Is my sister around?
I've been calling her for a week.

She won't answer.

She's here but asked me
to say she wasn't.

Very funny.

Really.
But she doesn't want to see you.

Okay. Call her out for a minute.

Kiki, come out!

Cristina!

Kiki, let's talk!

Don't make me make a scene.
Come here a bit.

Talk!

I came to take you to Bucharest.

-What for?
-Why'd you turn off your phone?

-What if I had important news?
-Like what?

Like I'm dead, sick, whatever.

Sandu, we had a deal,
and you're breaking it now.

You show up here uninvited
and blame me for it.

And you dragged that piece
of baggage with you.

Mrs. Negulescu kindly
let me use her car,

seeing as you took Dad's.

That's not the issue.
Why did you came here?

Hello!

Let's not stand out here.
Let's go into the house.

Tell me what you have to tell me.

I asked you not to come.

-Why are they fighting?
-I don't know, Mother.

Brother and sister,
fighting like that...

Hello. Excuse me.
Do you have a toilet?

-Yes.
-Where?

-Behind the house.
-Thanks. Hope you don't mind.

Sure.

-And who is that?
-Her brother's boss.

Morning!

I'm in the mood for an omelette
with dill and pepper.

-You girls had breakfast?
-Yes.

Morning.

Morning.

I'm sorry for disturbing you.
We've talked and settled everything.

You'll have to excuse Cristina.
She needs to pack.

-You're leaving?
-No!

-What do you mean, no?
-I'm not leaving.

What did you tell me
just a minute ago?

Less than a minute ago?
Are you crazy?

And you're a sick pervert
who's lost his control over me.

You think I drove 200 km to the sticks
for you to make a fool of me?

Why did you come?
Just to stir me up?

So you'll go, leave me behind.
So what?

Get your stuff,
or I'll beat the crap out of you!

Yeah, right! Fuck off!

You know you can't live without me
for a month.

Take your old lady
and go to cheese-land!

Get your bags, or I swear to God
you're going to get it!

-Who the hell are you?
-Stay out of this!

-Mind your own business.
-Who the fuck is this?

Kiki, why am I a pervert?
Speak up, so they hear you!

Was I the first to grope your cunt,
or was it you who grabbed my dick?

Come on, say it!
Who touched my dick first?

Swearing in my yard?

Don't touch me,
you fucking peasant!

You're calling me a peasant
in my own yard?

-Get out, you pervert!
-Your daughter is the pervert!

With all her sweet airs, she's just
a lesbian, fucking my sister!

What was that?

I'm Cristina's brother, you asshole!
Don't you touch me!

Excuse the fuss.

Look at you. How could you stoop
so low? You couldn't get any lower.

Let's go.

Cristina! Please!

Let's go, I said. Now!

Kiki, come out.
They're gone.

Leave me alone.

Come on, please.

I can't. Leave me alone.

Sandutsa, baby,
who are these people?

She's Cristina.
And he's Sandu, her brother.

I know who she is.

What I want to know is how on earth
you got to know such people.

You're our little girl,
and we trusted you.

I didn't do anything.

We thought you'd be a good girl
in Bucharest.

Not make friends with bad people.

-I can't take it anymore.
-You've made a spectacle of us!

Leave her alone now.
That's enough.

We raised you as best we could.

You went to Bucharest and had
your ears pierced for earrings.

Why, Alexandra? Just tell me why.
I don't get it. Why?

I'll pack.

Petrica, let's go downstairs.

I'll go now,
or he might do something crazy.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, I need to go.

-Are you free?
-Yes. Where to?

-Lipscani.
-Get in.

I can't go into Lipscani.
Where will I drop you?

-I'll think about it and let you know.
-Okay.

Can we make a detour
through Drumul Taberei?

I can make a detour on the highway,
if you want. It's not my money.

-Where in Drumul Taberei?
-Poiana Muntelui, I think.

Okay.

Who's there?

Hello, Auntie Lucretia.

-Hi, sweetie. What happened?
-I'm back.

You scared me to death.

I heard a noise at the door,
and I thought it was thieves.

I said hello loudly.

Didn't you say you'd be back
in a month?

I'm back.

Good. Your room is as you left it.
I never touched your things.

-Has Cristina come by?
-No. I'm waiting for her, too.

To tell her I nearly died

because I took a Diclofenac,
like she told me to.

I had melaena.

I was lucky my nephew came by and
took me to the hospital, or else...

I have some stuff to put
in the fridge.

Sure, go ahead.

-So you were in the hospital?
-No, God forbid!

If I get admitted to a hospital,
I'll die on the spot.

My longest stay in a hospital
was in the 70's,

when I had my stumps operated on,
because I could barely walk anymore.

Otherwise, I'd have been finished.

Say, what should we do
about the money?

Didn't my father pay
through October?

He did, but I took you off
the maintenance costs list.

-Put me back on the list.
-And then? Take you off it again?

Why take me off?

My mother gave me some pie.
Would you like some?

My sugar might go up.

-But you're not leaving again.
-I'll stay here until the deadline.

You can stay here past the deadline.

I'm talking about now. Aren't you
going away on vacation again?

I don't know.

I watched you when you were here.

You're a good girl.
You never brought boys over.

And if you commit
to paying the money

right on time every month,

then I can give you a discount.

I'll think about it.

I know it's expensive for you,
but I can make it a bit cheaper.

You and little Cristina
are such nice girls,

and I'm happy with you.

I'll think about it.

Hey.

Hello.

Are you alone?

You're going to die in this stench.

I'm a country girl.
I'm tough.

Stop saying you're a country girl.
You're not.

What are you doing?

Chicken with vegetables
and kiwi sauce.

Where did that come from?

A TV guide.
I was sick of all that crap.

What crap?

It's good.

So, what have you been up to?

What have I been up to?
I don't even want to remember.

It's been a nightmare for me.

I had to stay with my brother,
put up with his moods.

You know he's difficult.

Do you realiZe how terrible
it would have been for him

to go God-knows-where and miss out

on all his chances
of ever doing anything?

Anyway, he eventually calmed down.

Good to know it's all right now.
I was worried for a while.

I thought I'd hear from you,
that you'd ask how I was doing.

I'm not blaming you for not calling,
but your indifference hurt.

You'll be surprised to know
that I did look for you.

I came after you to Bucharest.

I went to your brother's
and to your parents'.

Didn't your mother tell you
I asked about you every day? Almost.

Anyway, it doesn't matter now.

I haven't been talking to my parents.
We had a nasty fight.

You could have called me.

I wanted to see you.
Well, it doesn't matter now.

You're right.
What matters is I'm back.

And we can pick up
where we left off.

There's nothing to pick up.
I packed your things.

I put them in some plastic bags
in the room.

Why are you acting like this?

There they are.

Don't act like this.

I told you I had things to deal with.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Maybe I was wrong.
I know I was wrong.

I should have called you,
but Sandu had gone berserk.

Let's make up. Please.

I don't trust you anymore.

I know you lied to me,
and you'll keep lying.

You're incapable of honesty.
You have no idea what it was like.

Is Benes at home, too?

Want to go somewhere to talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

I thought about everything
for a long time.

I was an idiot.

Everything was so clear, and l,
because I loved you much too much--

I love you, too!
Why are you so angry?

A month ago I was in bits.
It was you who left me.

How can you say I left you?
I had some problems. I told you...

You'll always have these problems.
They surround you like a mist.

And now you want us to break up?
You want me to suffer, too?

Why do you want to leave me,
if you know it hurts?

Please go away.

I can't go! I don't want to!

I don't believe you. I don't believe
you really want us to break up.

Do you want me
to beg forgiveness?

I promise, no, I swear,
this won't happen again.

You want me
to go down on my knees?

Look, I'm going down on my knees.

How can you say
it won't happen again?

You look into my eyes
and carry on lying.

Can't you see it?

Please...

You broke my heart,
don't you get it?

I'm all empty inside.
I don't have anything.

None of the things you tell me
will make me feel better.

I want to forget you.
Pick up your things and leave.

If I leave now, I won't come back.

What kind of a threat is that?

You won't come back anyway.
You're somewhere else.

You're incapable of being honest.

I've been honest with you.

I told you I loved you,
and I did love you.

I still love you.

When I came with you
to your parents' house,

do you think I lied when I told you
all the things I told you?

-What did you tell me?
-Have you really forgotten?

There's nothing to remember.

I couldn't come for you
after all that happened there.

I had to set things straight, so
it'd be easier on us afterwards.

So you wouldn't have to suffer.

What happened didn't matter at all.

You know very well that's not true.

Just get your clothes.
This hurts me too much.

Now what do I do?

Should we not see each other again?

Do you want me to promise you that?

Okay. While you're here,
I'll move in with Sandu.

If you don't want us to see
each other again, then we won't.

I promise you, and you'll see,
I'll keep my promise.

You want everything to end here,
like this, as if nothing happened.

As if you say you'll forget
and really believe you will forget.

I thought you'd understand
what I wanted, what I was doing.

I did everything so we could
be happy, to be together.

And now you tell me
you don't want us to be together.

That you don't want to see me.

Then, we're not going
to see each other.

Ever again.

Take your clothes.

To most people, we were just
a couple of good friends

who couldn't find their place
in this world,

and only a few thought
they knew the truth about us.

But we were the only ones
who actually knew the naked truth:

That we had no idea
what had just happened,

but that it was something
rather beautiful.

in memory of my grandmother Lila

LOVE SlCK