All language subtitles for Circle Of Two (1981)

Hey, catch it.

You will regret it, necessarily.

See: "Dracula's Bride". It's great.

Yes interesting.
"A session at three o'clock." Who will go?

- Time...
- Two... You.

"You wanted it, too."
No, you won, you go.

Insatiable, you're just insatiable.
No. Why did you hide in the closet?

Come out. Incredible...

A little fire, baby?

Yes. Yet. Yet. Do not stop.

This film is not shorter
than "Gone with the Wind".

I do not understand this movie.
What do people find in it?

As if you were watching
obscene films.

- I watched.
- Yes? And where?

- In Italy.
- You compose.

With a cousin. It was disgusting.

I'm sorry.

I did not snore?
How did you get here?

I scared her.

Hello father.

Sarah.
"Smitty and Daniela upstairs?"

"You should know."
- Thank you.

"How's school?"
- Perfectly.

I am glad.

"Is that you, Sarah?"
- Hi, Mom.

Hello, honey.

My favorite jeans.
"I lent them, and do not you dare object."

I forgot that you are my mother?

I'm also a beautiful woman.

Wow.

You, probably, wait for me?
"We want to know all the details."

Wait.

Hello, Lieutenant. How are you?

Tell me.

Good.
But you must swear on the Bible.

This is not the Bible, but an
Oxford explanatory dictionary.

Never mind. You must take an oath that
everything will remain between us.

"I swear to keep a secret."
Oh well.

Wow! What it is?

Sarah, I'll be right back.
Only I will pay.

Why are not you listening to me?
Where did you go? Wait.

I'm sick of. You're always teaching me.
I live as I want.

You behave childish.

Did he do something terrible?

"Can I sit down?"
- Of course.

- Can...?
- You are welcome.

- We are with you...?
- Yes.

Exactly. Maniac from the cinema.

My name is Ashley Saint Clair.

Beautiful name.
As in the movie "Gone with the Wind."

- Will you be anything?
- Cappuccino, please.

"Is Paul your friend?"
Aldeady no.

- Make it up.
- I doubt it. No.

What? "You're not a maniac."

- Are you sure?
- You overslept the whole movie.

- How old are you?
- And you?

- Sixteen.
- Sixty.

Sixty? Sorry.

- Help yourself.
- Adore.

Do I know you.
You're an artist Ashley Saint-Clair, right?

I introduced myself.

Ashley Saint Clair. Wow.
Will you write my portrait?

"I have not written for ten years.
"And what are you doing now?"

I spend time on the yacht and
think about why I'm not working.

It's better to work than
watch obscene films.

And you?
"I came for the first time."

- What do you do?
- I go to school, I like it there.

Sometimes I write small stories
and show them to the teacher.

It is interesting. I would like to read.

- True?
- Of course. And your family?

"Papa is an Egyptologist."
"Who?"

Egyptologist, he teaches at the university.
Mom is a beauty and my best friend.

Why did not the author please you?

This is a note from Paul.
Enough. I am free.

- Well. Thank you, Mr. St. Clair.
- Ashley.

"I'm uncomfortable calling you by name."
"Try it."

Ashley. Ashley. Already it turns out.
See you.

Wait.

Are you really interested in my work?

Of course.

- How can I find you?
- Number in the directory.

I will call you.

He left.

Thank you, Ashley.

Are not you gay?

No.

Everyone speaks about artists.

Hello. No, it's not too late.

I'm dying of impatience. Have you
read anything? Do you know my name?

Of course I know. The envelope says:
"Sara Norton personally in hand."

Whatever you say, you have a
perfect command of the word.

You definitely have talent. Of course.
In the same place? I'll buy you coffee.

No, there are too many curious.

Then maybe you'll
drop by on Sunday?

I will dream about it during the lessons.

Perfectly. Bye.

- Hello.
- Good afternoon.

"Your horses?"
No, they are walking.

I thought you would not come.

I always keep promises.
What are you doing with the tree?

"How does this help?"
"They will not get to the bark."

Than it is bad?

There is one story. When in the garden
Bach had rabbits, a great composer...

gave the gardener scores of
his works to save the trees.

How they exhausted him.

Come on.

My house.

Wonderful music.

Vivaldi.

Ashley, did you tell me the truth?
I have a talent?

You can become a writer, I'm sure.
And why do you trust me?

I frightened you at
our first meeting.

You are not a maniac. Can we come in?

Arrange yourself.

Do you need juice or cola?

A little wine.

I've never been in the artist's studio.

This is not a workshop for a long time.
I just live here.

This place is created for creativity.
But you do not write. Why?

It's a long story.
Why should you listen to it?

Do not leave the topic.

The theme of our meeting
was your creativity.

But now...

- Hamlet...
- Was a bore.

On his shoulders lay all the
difficulties of his family.

Who does not have them? This is not an excuse to
offer your beloved girl to go to the poorhouse.

To the monastery.

What's the difference? All the same the
girl has gone mad. It's not better.

He could not change anything.
"He should not give up on love."

I made a few comments.

You seriously worked.

"Tell me, your friend, Paul, it seems..."
"That's right, Paul."

"Did you show it to him?"
Paul constantly criticized me.

Is not the relationship with Paul and
your perception of Hamlet connected?

Paul is also not a very strong person.
He still needs to grow up.

- Can I come again?
- Yes. I would be glad.

Then I will come again.

- Will you?
- I do not want.

Well?

I spent the day with a man.
I think I'm in love with him.

- Who is he?
- A real man. Adult.

- How old is he? Thirty?
- More.

- Thirty five?
- Sixty.

Sixty? My God. You are crazy?

Fall in love with the old man.

Is he sixty?

What are you watching?

Excuse me.

Do you also work in such clothes?

Not really. And then, as an artist
is dressed - not the main thing.

Need a clear mind?

Blake? He was...

A complete madman. Tell you?

Most of all I love
when you tell stories.

Blake lived in Regency. He
was a ruined aristocrat.

When on Sunday the parishioners
returned from the church,

they saw him painting in
the garden half-naked.

He was sixty-five years old.

He did not like to stay at home,

and spent much time in the garden.
He worked there until his death.

On a rainy day, people
passed by and looked at him,

and he kept an umbrella over his head and
wrote his paintings without clothes.

Wrote...

There was another girl, a
bright, passionate nature.

She understood him, loved her.

She left her family, went
through many trials,

to be with him.

She had beautiful hair.

When she ran to him through
the forest, her hair flew.

She made him look at
the world differently.

He loved her.

And it does not matter
that it was insanity.

His insanity and her...

How did it end?

When Blake died, she did not want to
live without him and committed suicide.

Wherever I am, at school or at home,

I think of you.

This frame rotates. You
press here - and you turn.

This is called collage.

Where do I put it?

Let's say, here.

And if that's so?

Yes. It's really better.

And this is for large canvases.

How big?

Yes.

- Hold on?
- Yes.

You are the most amazing girl in the world.

Did you do this? What for?

No, it's not me.

Enough for today.
I will not take it off.

I'm used to it, I like it.

I easily get used to
everything that surrounds me.

The artist will find
application to anything.

Dust, smoke, simple things.

Any instrument suits him.

Light, please, a candle.

Take the sheet by the edges.
Get up on the other side.

Now I'll show you something.

The most beautiful names in English
are the names of the colors:

Colombina, Veronica, Violetta, Rosa,
Astrid, Gladys, Lily. And many others.

That's what happened. Hold it.

- What is it?
- Gas bottle.

Correctly. He may be useful to us.
Fire. Come on.

How interesting.

A woman on fire can
personify anything.

For example, Stravinsky's music.

Or Phoenix is a symbol of the talent of an
artist who experiences ups and downs...

reborn again and again.

Sarah.

You are beautiful, you seem to come
to life when you talk about painting.

But you do not write anymore.

Write my portrait.

Do you want a million dollars?
Or I will dedicate a poem to you.

And I'll give my love.

- Sarah.
- Hi.

- What happened to you?
- Good mood.

Hello, Mom.

Hey, Sarah.

I invited Paul for breakfast.

Sarah.
Talk to him. He is very afflicted.

- I have nothing to say.
- And me?

"I'm your mother."
- That's it.

I have an idea. Give up Dad, marry
Paul and talk to him yourself.

Tell me, what happened to your mother?

I do not like it when they
get into my business.

Sarah, do not be stubborn.
Show understanding.

Mother is going through.
She has the right.

Why?

You are sixteen, my mother is worried.
Be gentle with it, please.

- Okay, the war is over.
- Well.

"Can I have a sandwich?"
Of course.

Dad, did you have any
novels with young girls?

Sarah, I'm your father.

You're a teacher, there are a
lot of students around you.

We have official relations.

"And no novels?"
- No.

- True?
- True.

- None?
- No.

And when you succumb to the temptation?

Give me the grapes.

I love you too.

Ashley. Will you take me out on a yacht?

She's not here, but on
Antigua, in the Caribbean.

Will you take me there?

"We can just rent a boat." Well.

"Invite your friends." Spotti and...
Smitty.

Yes. Will they want to go?

Of course, still as they want.

Do you write anything?

I'm trying. I want to write about us.

More precisely, about how
I see our relationship.

"Your parents do not mind?"
"They do not know that I'm here."

- What did you say?
- I deceive them.

And if they knew?

Mom would say: "Sarah, how interesting,
take me with you." Do you want this?

I did not think about that.

Enough for today. Have a rest.

Can?

You are welcome. Look.

- Wow. Who is it?
- Claudia.

Who is she?
"My old acquaintance, a close friend."

Your mistress?

Much more.

When everyone turned away
from me, she stayed.

Will you marry her?

No. She's a business woman,
she lives in New York.

"We both preferred to live our own lives."
Clear.

"She wanted to marry you?"
"I did not ask."

"Do you know what Colombo would say?"
Who is it?

You do not know? The character of
the television series, I adore him.

What would he say?

If you did not ask about it, then you
were afraid to hear a positive answer.

"How old is Clodia?" Fortyfour.

She is not my rival. See you tomorrow.

Till tomorrow.

- And I'm a close person?
- Yes.

Till tomorrow.

I've gone crazy.

Aldrich Gallery. Ashley, I'm so glad.

Claudia, this is Ashley.

There she is.

Ashley.

How are you without me?

I miss it.

Do you want to come to Toronto?

Maybe... next weekend.

Claudia, I'm writing again.

He writes again.

Claudia, this is just great. I admire you.
I'm glad he's writing again.

Happy for him - and for you.
Back in ten years.

I no longer hoped.
But the world again found Ashley St. Clair.

This is a historical event.
Claudia, do you understand?

A sensation awaits us.

Ashley will buy. Secretary,
connect me with Marilyn.

Claudia, that's what I think. You need to
sign a contract with him. You will help?

You have an amazing flair,
you do not lose profit.

Will you help me?

I will try to.
"We need a contract."

- Break?
- It's done.

"Can I see it?"
Yes, it is already possible.

I'm dying of curiosity.
She looks like me?

Well, how?

Perfectly.

I do not think so.

Do not tackle the brush for ten years.

The return did not take place.

The artist should work. We can not
remain silent for ten whole years.

Otherwise, any creator begins
to engage in self-destruction.

What a miserable sight - a
commemoration of talent.

Nothing came of it. Nothing.

Everything will be fine. Try again.

And if you need - more and more.

I'll be with you, Ashley.

This will not work? A beautiful gift.

Did you find what I asked for?

Of course. One minute.

What you need?

Sorry.

I've already seen you. You looked at me.

I am an artist. I want
to write your portrait.

What for? Will you pay?

Yes. Will you be here this week?
"I can be found at the top."

Ashley. I'm late?

- You're beautiful.
- Everything for you.

Ashley.

- Let's go to.
- Monkeys.

"They appeared at the court of the King of France."
- Charming.

Do you like?

Excuse me.

Like it, but it's expensive.
Besides, I'll have to hide them.

I did not think.

I'm sorry.

Ashley, look. What hats.

Especially this.

A perfect choice.

"Will I try it on?"
- Try it on.

Strange face. Attracts the eye.

I agree.

Like this hat.

"I already love her."
She's yours. Suits you.

- It looks strange.
- Try it.

I do not want. "Just try it."

Not bad.

I like that you are
ready for experiments.

"Suddenly they'll arrest me?"
"I'll visit you in prison."

"Where did you learn to cook like that?"
Based on the book.

- It is good to one?
- Not now.

I want to say something.

"I spoke to you first in a cafe."
I supported the conversation.

- I asked for a visit.
- I did not mind.

Wished the portrait.
"That's exactly what I needed."

What is the problem?

"I have to say."
- Speak.

Sometimes people can not be
together and understand this.

But they can not overcome it...

- Mutual attraction?
- Yes.

This feeling is hard
to overcome, right?

"Do I attract you as a woman?"
Yes.

"Would you like to go to bed with me?"
Yes.

- Let's do it?
- Excluded.

"Because I'm a virgin?"
This is not true?

So. But you will help me, will not you?

I want to give you your innocence.
To feel desired.

"I do not think you need me."
- What happened to you? You do not believe me?

I believe, but I can not go for it.

"Are you again about your age?"
Yes.

"Do you know what I think of you?"
What?

I do not care how old you
are, I see you young.

That's crazy.
"Do not say that, Ashley."

Give me a hand.

This is not a childish whim.

I love you.

When we met in a cafe, I
almost forgot who I was.

I am Ashley St. Clair, artist,
I am sixty years old.

- So what?
- Sixty.

I do not care.

Even if you had more.
I love you.

Sarah...

Kiss Me. At least once.

Will you work today?

I do not want.

I'll take my things.

Cute.

Claudia?

I waited for you the thirteenth.

"Today is the thirteenth."
When I work, I do not follow the numbers.

- Show me.
- I beg.

Incredible. Did you work
on them at the same time?

This is true? What's happening?

I'm writing again.

I'm very glad. It's fine.

Claudia, this is Sarah. Sarah - Claudia.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello. I have to go.

Do not rush.
"It's time for her."

Thank you for lunch.

A fine choice, lady. Bravo.

"She's very young."
And there is.

"How long have you known her?"
A few months.

What a fool you are. On the slope of
years decided to contact the girl?

- Are you in love with her?
- Yes.

You are crazy.

Sarah.

We must knock.

Do not be so harmful. I have a
message: Someone called Ashley.

I do not know any Ashley.

- What happened to you?
- Everything is fine.

- Sarah.
- Everything is fine.

"Who is this Ashley?"
- Artist.

Ashley St. Clair? What
connects you to him? Tell me.

He writes my portrait.

For a long time?
"Mom, please leave me alone."

Sarah, he's your father.

Yes, and even you.

Pretty...

I know how to attract
older men at your age.

Believe me, I understand you well.

And I also know that it will pass.

We'll talk about this later, I promise.
Now leave me.

My God, Sarah.

Mom, when did he call?

Before you come.

Sarah. How glad I am. I...

No no. She returned to New York.

She did not consider it necessary to stay.

Come, please.

Further I do not remember.

Take half of this fruit.

There is nothing sweeter - because
with him I give you my love.

- Do you hear?
- I'm far away.

What do you see there?

I see how you stretch half the grenade
to someone who is much younger than me.

And I see a beautiful day, a cloudless sky.
And there is no reason for sad thoughts.

Come to me.

I promise I will not die on such a day.

Yes, I like that.

Although the old man
always made me apologize,

and even tried to teach. One
critic called me an illustrator.

Now he would not say that.

You're just obsessed with work.

I've lost so many years.

So it is not surprising.

Nude with a cigar.

Get dressed.

You wrote Clodius naked.

Get dressed.

Is my body more beautiful than hers?

Quickly get dressed.

Do not be angry with me.
I thought you'd like it.

And why with a cigar?

Without her, I felt naked.
I will always be with you.

Well, until tomorrow.

I'll come right after school.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Paul, what's wrong with you?
What are you doing here?

You... you left me.

And now you undress
before everyone.

I have seen. I have seen. Saw. I saw you.

Let go, leave me. No. No.

Sarah.

Let go. Dont touch me.

Sarah

Ashley. Ashley. Ashley...

Help me please. You are welcome.

What is this? "Go back to the
workshop." Call an ambulance.

Run.

The guy has a cranial injury.

Can I go to him?

Not yet. Wait.

"Everything will be fine with Paul."
Oh my God.

"Your house is far from here."
I know.

I called your parents.

"They'll take me."
Do not be afraid. I'm near.

Sarah. "It's all right, Mom."

"Leave us alone with your daughter."
"Do not go."

"Mr. St. Clair is leaving."
"Mr. Norton."

"It's disgusting."
"Do not talk like that to him."

Sarah.

I will call tomorrow.

Let me out. Open it now.

"You're not going anywhere."
Let go.

Sarah.

Michael.

Sarah...

Nothing will be the same as before.

I trust you. But promise
that you will not see him.

No.

What were you thinking about?
And if you became pregnant?

Let me go.

"If you give us your word." No.

Then you'll stay here.

You will study at home. You will be
obstinate. We will invite the psychologist.

"My house is my prison."
"Think carefully."

Mother, father...

I'll die if you
do not let me go.

Sarah...

No, Mother, no.

You are welcome.

Where is the girl that comes to you?

Excuse me.

Good afternoon. Could you please
call Sarah? This is Ashley.

Hello.

"Mr. Norton..."
"Do not you dare come here."

"I wanted to know how Sarah was."
Perfectly.

"Tell her..."
- No. Get out.

I will explain...
"We do not need your explanations."

Go away, leave her alone.
She's still a child.

I ask you to...

We do not need your advice.
Are you not disgust yourself?

Did you ever think that
you look ridiculous?

You're ridiculous, Mr. St. Clair.

Get the hell out of here.

Today is your birthday.
"Sarah, talk to us."

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Come out.

"Bye, Sarah."
- Come out.

"You will live."
What do you think?

"That you deserve a kick."
"I'm worried about Paul's health."

He is OK. And he eats.

His parents can send me to prison.
So even better.

Stupidity.

He himself is to blame for what happened.

"Is that what he said?"
- Yes.

So, he has matured.

It seems that you have a rich life.
Even too much.

"Sarah, why did you leave Paul?"
"He demanded too much."

- What?
- It is important?

Yes.
"He wanted to sleep with me."

This is a good reason.
And what binds you...

with that old man?

Did your mother tell you that?

Yes. By the way, she would like
to know - did you sleep with him?

No. I am pure and chaste.

I do not care if you have
kept your virginity.

I'm interested in...

when will you start eating?
"I do not want to."

Sarah, so you can end in the end.

I helped you to come to this world

and I'll be damned
if I let you go.

Dr. Reed. If you wish me well,
do not consider me a child.

I'm not going to weaken or die.

Just "that old man" -

a man who is very dear to me.

I will not eat until I see him.

Happy Birthday.

I do not know what to do.
I do not understand her stubbornness.

How would I act in her place?

I would give the floor to not see
this man, but I would not keep him.

"Are you saying that she will deceive us?"
I don't know.

Emily, we are old friends.
Explain everything directly.

I want you to understand. Whatever
you think, it's not a whim.

I did not speak with a child,
but with a loving woman.

You yourself need a doctor.

And Sarah needs to eat.
You are cruel to her.

This is inhumane, and
possibly illegal.

She loves you, but she loves him too.

Emily, wait. I invite
you to a party.

Do not contradict me, Philip. Smitty.
Daniela. Come quickly here.

Sarah's birthday is going to be a party.
Go to school and invite your friends.

Do not try to drag the tape recorder,
I'll take care of the music myself.

And, Philip, we need to
urgently get a birthday cake.

Perfectly.

Mr. St. Clair.

"Whom are you looking for, baby?"
"Where is Mr. St. Clair?"

"Yesterday I went to New York.
What?"

You were unlucky.

He left. My God.

"How can we tell her?"
No way. Keep your mouth shut.

Happy Birthday.

The door is open, Sarah.

What do you think about it, Lieutenant?

They hope that I will be amused by
the orchestra and the festive cake.

Nothing pleases me when
Ashley is not around.

"Will this help, Emily?" Maybe.

Lord.

Who knew people who committed
suicide on their birthday?

"Sarah, I said the door is open."
"She will remain open."

I do not believe, you deceive me.

Sarah. I saw Ashley. He is waiting for you.

"Really, Smithy?"
Yes. All is well.

Give me a hand.

I'm staying with Smithy?

Good.

Thank you.

"You know where she'll go." Yes.

He left?

And did not even leave a letter?

That's all he could do.

- You have money?
- Little. What for?

How much for a ticket to New York?

No, Sarah, do not. I will not let
you leave. I'll tell your mom.

How many?

Sarah, listen. New York is a huge city,
you'll get lost there, you'll be lost.

How much does the ticket cost?

Think about it. Just think.
Why should you go to New York?

I want to sleep with him. And kill him.

The question is not whether
the pictures like me.

My opinion does not matter.
But can I sell them?

I think no.
"These are beautiful paintings."

They are not bad.

But Ashley, in the last ten years I've been
to the most famous galleries in the world.

Each of them has a certain reputation.
People who come there...

buying paintings, are interested
in fashion trends in art...

and new authors. I will
not put on my portraits.

You owe much to Ashley.
He helped you get back on your feet.

I'm sorry, Claudia, but it's just words.
Friendship and business...

Harold, for you friendship -
method of obtaining money.

They are your friends.

I sent a review to the art
commission in Düsseldorf,

so that your gallery is recognized
in the changing world of art.

Artists are not blind or stupid.
They know what this friendship is worth.

I did not hear you. When I sold your
paintings, you also received money.

He meant...

I said I wanted to. Pictures will be
taken tomorrow. Come on, Claudia.

Ashley, forget this conversation. Let's
arrange your personal exhibition.

Choose the best work for all years...

It's useless. I was dumped.

Ashley, this is not a bad idea.

No.

First, wait for my death.
You both.

Why are you doing this to me, Ashley?
I've been with you for years.

Forget that story in Toronto.

Why do you think this happened?

Before, you did not speak to me like that.
I could not be with you all the time.

I needed it.

I came to you. Maybe it's not love,
but just passion, attraction.

You are mistaken.

You did not tell me: "You are an artist
and must again take up the brush."

You were interested in yourself.

Not true.

Sorry, Claudia.

Good evening to you.

Sarah.

It's you?

Sorry. You have a very nice house.

I had nowhere to go.

Everything is fine. I'm not angry with you.
Stay.

Put her in bed and call her parents.
You must be with her when she understands,

that has done. I'll be at the hotel.

Do you know how bad I felt?
I even could not eat.

You took it and left.

The day of my birth.
A beautiful gift.

Yes...

No, you do not understand.
What you did almost killed me.

Now I can go home.
I have nothing to say.

I came. Do you know what your father said?

He told me to get out.
I understand him.

It looks like "Gone with the Wind".
Honest Sir Ashley.

To give up on me is worthy behavior.
Follow your feelings...

and desires is unworthy.

But tell me, sir, was it fair on
your part to wake up love in me?

You understood that this would happen, but
he continued to fascinate me with his...

stories about rabbits. Or you
always do this to young fools,

to escape then?

Sarah...

Just do not talk again about age.
I know very well how old you are.

When I'm sixty, you'll be one
hundred and four, that's all.

How else can I explain?

I have tried...

stay.

But I realized that I can not resist.

I met a young girl...

and learned to laugh.

I was flattered that she...

ready to share my bed with me.

She awoke in me something
I never suspected.

And I realized that I was in love.
In a teenage girl.

Sixty years old.

Sixty. Sixty.

It was not a momentary hobby.
I was happy. Believe me.

But my inner voice did
not bother me and said:

"What are you doing? You're ridiculous
in your love for the child."

Whenever you came to me,

I tried to resist the temptation.
And when you offered me yourself,

it was very difficult for me to forget
how young and beautiful you are,

and to reject this gift.

I think I did the right thing.

I could not accept your feelings.
It seemed to me dishonorable.

And I was also afraid of myself.
What is happening in my soul.

I did not find the strength to fight for
you, not caring about public opinion.

I did not find the strength
to be with you all the time.

But now...

I will tell you what I
have long wanted to say:

I love you.

Sarah. I love you.

Why are you talking about this now?

What do you want?

What do you expect from me, Ashley?

What do I want?

I love you and I
want to be near you.

But I can not,

because I understand -
we should not be together.

If I had time, I would give you
everything I have, all my love.

But I'm too old for you.
We do not have a future.

You are a beautiful and talented woman.

You must live your life.

But wherever we are, our
love will be with us.

When I get married and
I have ten children,

I will still love you.

I promise.