All language subtitles for so.long.marianne.s01e02

Oh, okay.

You're starting to
sound like a real Greek.

If you ignore the fact

that I have the vocabulary
of a two-year-old

or a three-year-old.

Oh, it won't take you long.

You know, I just told
him, "I, I love you,"

the man outside.

You're better than me.

Yeah.

Never said that in Greek.

What?

Well, my grandma, um...

She died.

I'm sorry. Were you close?

She was,

she was just almost
like a Victorian figure.

Um, she was Lithuanian,

and she had this big
house in, um, in Montreal.

You'd just show up.

You know, she'd, she'd find
some activity for you to do.

She's always, um,
loomed large in my heart

because she took care
of my, uh, my family

when my father passed away.

Do you miss him,
your father, still?

I dunno, I've always felt
maybe I had a cold heart,

because I never felt

that that was the great,
operatic tragedy of my life.

I didn't, um, cry or anything.

But I went into his closet,

and I found this
old bowtie he had,

that he used to wear,

ugly bowtie, and I
cut inside of it,

and I wrote some words down,

probably some
nonsensical poetry.

And I put it in there and,
um, buried it in the garden,

some kind of processing
of the impossible thing

that had happened to us.

I have to go and give
George his medicine.

You know, I saw him coughing
up blood the other day.

It's tuberculosis.
It's, it's what happens.

It comes and it goes.

Just gonna tell him
I'm getting you coffee.

You know, he knows
you're here, darling.

Yes, of course.

It's, it's just a little
game that we play.

Oh, don't be silly.

Don't be silly.

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah, ooh, ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Hmm?

Mm.

Children
show scars like medals.

Lovers use them as
secrets to reveal.

It is easy to display a wound,

the proud scars of combat.

It is hard to show a pimple.

I thought I'd find you here.

Urgh.

You okay?

How do I look?

You know, George
and I have one rule:

never let anything
get too serious.

And I, I don't think

that you really like it when
things get serious, either,

and I'm
still too old for you.

No.

This has got nothing
to do with the room.

Y-you're welcome to stay there.

In fact, we'd love
you to stay there.

Uh, George regards
you as a friend.

That's great. I think
he's a really terrific guy.

He, he is.

I know that this
is the beginning

of the end for George and I,

but we work so well together,

and neither of us can
afford to lose that.

It's strange, you know.

Hearts grow old

from touching others.

You know, Leonard,

friends, family,
relatives, lovers,

everybody, everybody
goes eventually,

and the only one that
you can really rely on

is, is yourself.

Leonard, everybody is running
from something on this island,

but you, you're,

you're running from you.

I think I've grown a
little weary of the analysis.

I understand.

Ah, that's my cue.

What just happened?

Argh.

Argh!

♪ I was always workin' steady ♪

♪ But I never called it art ♪

♪ I got my shit together ♪

♪ Meeting Christ
and reading Marx ♪

♪ It failed my little fire ♪

♪ But it spread
the dying spark ♪

♪ Go tell the young Messiah ♪

♪ What happens to the heart ♪

Come on in.

♪ There's a mist
of summer kisses ♪

♪ Where I tried to double park ♪

♪ The rivalry was vicious ♪

♪ The women were in charge ♪

♪ It was nothing ♪

♪ It was business ♪

♪ But it left an ugly mark ♪

♪ I've come here to revisit ♪

♪ What happens to the heart ♪

Look, your
grandmother is dead.

When you lose
someone close to you,

you also lose a part
of your compass.

It would be unnatural

if you didn't feel
like a fuckin' mess.

It's not grief I'm
dealing with. It's not that.

And it's not Charmian, you
know? I'm not heart-broken.

I'm just, I'm just
broken.

It's always been there with
me, you know. It's like a...

I find it incomprehensible

getting from one
room to the next.

I find the room
tilts and I, uh...

I just fall,

and I keep on falling.

And I can't form an,
a, a coherent thought,

and I have to smash something
to, to feel anything.

It's really...

It's an anxiety attack.

It's not an anxiety attack.

Yes, it is,

and you got reminded
of your own mortality.

No, I'm reminded of
mortality every day.

Uh, I'm not scared of death.

I'm scared of, uh, uh, failure.

I'm afraid of wearing
the wrong tie.

This is boring.

We should talk about
something else, really.

Uh, two men speak
about death

as if we're the first.

Much better writers than
us have discussed death.

Yeah!

And you know what
they arrived at?

It's coming, and there's
nothing you can do to avoid it.

This is your
first day on the island?

I'm actually
staying in Athens.

I'm just here for the weekend.

Uh, what about you?
Have you been here long?

It's hard to
tell. Actually, it's...

Sometimes, I feel
like I just got here-

Mm.

others, a lifetime.

You're a writer, or?

No, I'm painter.

- "Painter."
- Mm.

It had to be one of the two.

There's a whole lot of us here.

You wanna go for a swim?

"A swim"?

- Yeah.
- Now?

Yeah, it's the
best time of day.

The sun has been warming
the bay since this morning.

I mean, we can just order
a bottle of wine to go

from Nick, and...

Yeah, keep the glass. We
can leave it here later, so.

Y-y-you,
you know everyone here?

Oh, it's hard not to.

So-

Uh, ow.

do you know where he is now?

No, I don't know.

Answer this question for me.

Funny.

What do you want?

I came here

because we were going to
do this together, s-so uh,

yeah.
- Yes, well, I, I, I mean,

I think that your view of
"this" is quite different.

It's not that
bad, it's just that I, um,

I don't have a plan B, so...

Let's go.

No!

Yeah.

You know, in
classical literature,

the muse is always described

as young and, and beautiful,

and when she ages,

she just loses her currency

and eventually just fades away.

♪ La ♪

♪ La, la ♪
♪ La, la ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ Da, da, oh ♪

♪ La, da, da, da ♪

♪ La, la ♪

Just imagine the
absolute buffet

of overlooked, ugly w-women

with horrifying,
disgusting personalities.

Like a sexual scavenger.

Like a scavenger!

For pussy.

"For pussy"!

I would like a
sample of that buffet,

preferably a horrendous-looking
woman

with extremely bad personality

but very rich.

You know, I'm
inheriting money.

Well, I'm not
gonna fuck you, Leonard.

Why not?

Oh, shit! Oh my God!

How much?

1,500 dollars.

- Oh.
- Not a lot.

I r-, I think I need
to get a new house.

Living with your ex-lover and
her husband and her children

has proved to be a bit
claustrophobic for me.

If you need a new
house, I'm your man.

Mm.

Hmm. Beautiful day.

Is it?

Not at all, no. Uh, I...

"Man Speaks to Woman
about Weather."

You see the headlines.

No, but I always think

that, uh, the bad days make
the beauty shine brighter.

Uh, would you like
to join us inside?

I haven't been inside yet.

"Us"?

I suppose there is no us.

It's me, but um,

I'm sure we can find someone
to sit with: you know,

uh, a, a hockey team

or some members of Parliament

or the donkeys.

Right.

Okay, "Man, uh, Makes Bad
Joke about, uh, Donkeys.

Man Invites Woman Inside.

Woman Says?"

Yes.

Oh, she replies,
"Yes." Terrific.

And w-...

Do you want anything?

Just a coffee.

Okay.

Telegram for you,

uh-huh?
- Oh.

Arrived, uh, this morning.

This one, here.

- A retsina.
- A communion...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. The s-...

Yeah.

The holy devil.

Thank you, Nick.
I appreciate that.

Um, we'll, we'll, we'll
do this another time.

I'm really...

I, I have
to go, yeah. It's...

I'm so sorry!

Oh, so long.

Mm?
- Hmm.

Uh, I believe it's open.

I hope you're not
leaving because of me.

No.

I'm gonna miss
knocking on your door.

You know, soon,
in a week or so,

there'll probably be some, uh,
other young whippersnapper,

who's better looking than I am,

and you'll lather
him up in olive oil.

Heh.

I am still gonna miss you.

Life goes on, huh?

Pain is inevitable, but
the suffering's optional.

Where are you, where
are you moving to?

I've bought a house.

Well, uh, you know,
when the wire comes in,

I'll have bought a house,

but needless to say,
I'm, I'm a house owner.

Wow,

your own house.

You're all grown up.

I'm so old!

What?

I said, "Do I look old?"

No, just a little tired.

Hold on.

Uh, I very much wanna
rip your clothes off

with my teeth,

but I think the, uh, curtain's
gone down on this show.

You know?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Nice, huh?

"Dear mother, I have
my very own house,

and it's starting to
feel like mine, as well.

I have a huge terrace

with a view of
dramatic mountains and
shiny white houses.

The rooms are large and cool

with deep windows
and thick walls.

It's about 200 years old,

which, as you know, is the
age I feel most of the time.

Hope everything's
all right with you,

and I always miss you,

but right now, looking at the
sea, I'm happy to be here.

Sincerely, L. Cohen."

, darling.

Mm.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

♪ Sometimes, I find I get
to thinking of the past ♪

♪ We swore to each other that
our love would surely last ♪

"Dear Irving, most people
would label me insane,

but you will
understand perfectly.

I've watched 234 ferries now.

It become a ritual.

I don't know what I would do

if she actually
was on one of them.

Still, there is a
magic on the island

that can transform a person.

Here I can take responsibility
for my own identity.

You would love it here.

Everything you see is beautiful:

every corner, every lamp,
everything you touch.

Everything feels-

- Oh yeah?
- in its right place.

There are no distractions
from work or love.

Life is engaging and there
is order but also light."

Hello, Leonard.

"And what's
even better is it's cheap,

which comes in handy,

since my last book
sold all of 400 copies.

There's a sexual
revolution on the island

that you would love

in which we feel we've won
and lost a number of us.

No matter what,

having this house makes
everything less frightening.

Sincerely,

L. Cohen."

Hi.

Hi.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm?

Hmm?

Uh.

Friend.

Hi.

- Hi.
- I'm going to Douskos.

You want to come?

It's on me.

I've gone down again.

That's why I'm here.

All right.

I'll get, uh, my shoes and,
uh, and a samurai sword,

stab myself with.

Okay.

Good job.

The door and I are
still getting acquainted.

What's going on in your head?

I realised that I pursue love
like, um, a serial murderer.

Forget I asked.

But really, don't you
ever get that feeling,

this feeling of pointlessness,

like everybody is in on
some secret except for you?

I'm Scandinavian, son of a
priest who died when I was 12,

and I write poetry.

Well, my father
died when I was nine,

and I'm Jewish, so...

Holocaust beats pawn.

Wanna just call it a draw?

It feels like I'm
standing on shards of glass,

and whenever I stay
anywhere too long,

it starts to cut the
bottom of my feet.

I'm looking at my
wounds and just...

I'm going to be
bleeding forever.

You win.

Yeah.

So, did
you swim this morning?

Yes, I did.

You braved it?

- Hey.
- Hey!

Hello.

Oh, hi!

Hello.

Hello. Hey, hey, lover boy.

How's that great Australian
novel coming along,

George?
- Argh,

don't play the silly
buggers, Goeran.

There's no such things as a
bloody great Australian novel.

I'm writing pure,
unexpurgated shit,

drivel, crime novels
for credulous cretins,

like what's-his-face over there,

just to put cabbage on the table

and feed the little
mouths

and keep the wife drunk
enough not to walk out on me.

Cheers!

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers, George.

Cheers.

Charm, Charm, I
love your sweater.

Yeah, that's
enough outta you, mate.

It's good.

Love
it, and it gets you-

Ah.

Argh.

What did you say?
- Hi.

Heh.?

Hi.

Marianne, this
is, uh, Patricia.

She's an American-

- Hi.
- uh, painter.

Studied art in Germany.

Hmm.

And this is Leonard.

He's a writer and a poet.

Goeran you already
know. Also, a writer.

Patricia, this is Marianne,

and she's, uh,
heh, heh, Marianne.

Ha, I'm also the mother
of his newborn son.

Oh.

Really
nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Better title than, uh,
than all of us combined.

Besides, I don't think you
can call yourself a writer

if no one is reading
what you write.

Goeran was just, uh,
rejected by his publisher.

Mm.

- Uh.
- Mm.

I've never made a penny
on any of my writing ever,

so can't call me a writer.

I've only made
money in a factory.

I'm not sure you have a choice

whether you're
being read or not.

If, if I didn't write,
I would get, um...

Suicidal?

I get suicidal when I do.

Play a song, Leonard.

I thought you were
coming for a kiss.

Speaking of, uh, suicidal,

might have to, uh, have to
embark down that road, you know?

Um, there's a song...

about the ugliness,
you know, inside.

Such a cliche. Hmm, sorry.

♪ It's true that all the
men you knew were dealers ♪

♪ Who said they were
through with dealing ♪

♪ Every time you
gave them shelter ♪

♪ Well, I know
that kind of man ♪

♪ It's hard to hold the hand ♪

♪ Of anyone who is reaching
for the sky just to surrender ♪

♪ And sweeping up the
jokers that he left behind ♪

♪ You find he did not leave you
very much, not even laughter ♪

♪ Like any dealer, he was
watching for the card ♪

♪ That is so high and wild he'll
never need to deal another ♪

♪ He was just some Joseph
looking for a manger ♪

♪ He was just some Joseph
looking for a manger ♪

♪ And leaning on
your window sill ♪

♪ He'll say, one day, you
caused his will to weaken ♪

♪ With your love and
warmth and shelter ♪

♪ And taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains ♪

♪ He'll say, "I told you, 'When
I came, I was a stranger'" ♪

♪ Oh, I told you when I
came, "I was a stranger" ♪

There's about 455 other verses,

but I have to stop.

No, no, no.

Whoo!

- Whoo!
- That was, uh ,

beautiful, Leonard,

really.
- Oh, it was terrible.

I can see why my wife would
have enjoyed fucking you.

I used to fuck her occasionally.

It's a rare treat these days.

I'm unable, you see, but no,

that was beautiful, and
I honestly mean that.

♪ Ah ♪

Hmm.

Mm.

Okay, yeah.

Hmm.

Oh.

- Hmm?
- Hmm?

Huh?

Urgh.

Urgh.

Ha!

Gah!

Uh, uh.

Shh.

Marianne! Marianne!

Shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Please. Please, open.

Please, open up!
Please, open up!

Please, uh. Shit!

He's, uh, he's, uh,
he's out of his mind!

He's completely lost-

- Go, go, go.
- his mind.

Marianne!

Marianne! Argh, Marianne!

Marianne! Marianne!

Gah. Gah!

Marianne!

Uh, argh, urgh, argh.

Gah.

What have you done?

Calm down.

Breathe.

Are you gonna calm down?

My children are in there.

My wife's in there.

Your baby's in there.

Now, you to listen to me, Axel.

If you hurt any of the
women or children in there,

I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.

Do you understand?

Yes.

All right?

Yeah.

Now, I'm gonna let
you in, but you gotta behave.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Do you understand?

Yes, yes.

All right.

I saw you there, that night.

Someone must forgive us

for the paths we take to love;

for we are ardent and cruel

on the journey.

I don't think there's
anywhere in the world

we can live like
we did on Hydra.

That includes Hydra.

You used
to make me laugh-

♪ Mm ♪

and cry.

♪ Mm, mm ♪

F-...

♪ Ah ♪

I never thought I
should get this old.

Oh, you're not old.

You, off.

You're beautiful.

You look beautiful.

Off, off, off.
Mustn't say so, Leonard.

I can't keep my hands off you.

Oh, golly.

Listen. Can't you dance?

Hey, you want me to dance

for you?
- Yes, make me a dance.

Okay, I'll make you

a dance.
- Will you?

Yes?
- Yes.

♪ Nah, nah, du-nun dum ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ Ah, what happens
to the heart ♪

♪ Mm, mm ♪

♪ Mm ♪