All language subtitles for So Long Marianne s01e02 In Love.eng

Oh, OK.

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 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 find some activity
for you to do.

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

because she took care
of my, er, my family

when my father passed away.

Do you miss him, your father?

Still?

I don't know. 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 bow tie he had,

that he used to wear.

Ugly bow tie.

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-ah

? Ah-ah-ah

? Ah-ah-ah

? Ah-ah-ah

? Ooh-ooh

? Ooh. ?

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.

Ugh.

You OK?

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.

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

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 ever 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.

Well, that's my cue.

What just happened?! What just...?!

'Happens To The Heart'
by Leonard Cohen

? 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 heartbroken.

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 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.

I-I'm not scared of death.

I'm scared of, er, failure.

I'm afraid of wearing the wrong tie.

This is boring. We should
talk about something else, really.

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 a 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-You, you know everyone here?
Oh, it's hard not to.

So... Do you know where he is now?

No, I don't know.

Answer this question for me.

What do YOU want?

I came here because
we were going to do this together.

So, uh...
Yes, well, 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...

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, la

? La, la

? La, da, da, da

? La, la. ?

Just imagine the absolute buffet

of overlooked, ugly 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.
Oh! Not a lot.

I-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.

Hello.

Beautiful day.

Is it?

Not at all, no.

Er, I...

"Man Speaks To Woman
About Weather".

You see the headlines.

No, but I always think

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

Er, 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, er...

a-a hockey team,
or some members of Parliament,

or the donkeys.

Right.

OK, "Man Makes Bad Joke
About Donkeys".

"Man Invites Woman Inside".

"Woman Says...?"

Yes.
Oh, she replies, "Yes."

Terrific. And wh...
Do you want anything?

Just a coffee.
OK.

Telegram for you, uh-huh?

Oh.
Arrived, er, this morning.

This one, here.

Retsina?
Communion... Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The... Yeah.

The holy devil.

Thank you, Nick. I appreciate that.

Um...

We-We'll do this another time.
I'm really...

I-I have to go, yeah.

It's... I'm so sorry!

Well, so long.

Mm?
Mm.

Er...

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, er,

other young whippersnapper,

who's better looking than I am,
and...

you'll lather him up in olive oil.

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, er, 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 look so old!

What?

I said, "Do I look old?"

No.

Just look a little tired.

Hold on.

Er...

I very much
wanna rip your clothes off

with my teeth,

but I think the, er,

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."

Yamas, darling.

? 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's become my 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...
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.

Hm?

Where?

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 my shoes and, er...

and a samurai sword,

to stab myself with.

OK.

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.
Hello.

- Oh, hi!
- Hello.

Hey, hey, lover boy.

How's that great Australian novel
coming along, George?

Oh, don't play the silly buggers,
Goran.

There's no such thing 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!

Charm?

Charm, I love your sweater.

Yeah, that's enough outta you, mate.

Hi.

Heh.

Hi.

Marianne, this is, uh, Patricia.
She's an American.

Hi.
Er, painter.

Studied art in Germany.
Hm.

And, er, this is Leonard.

He's a writer and a poet.

Goran you already know.
Also a writer.

Patricia, this is Marianne,

and she's, er...

..Marianne.

I'm also the mother
of his newborn son.

Oh.
Really nice to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.
Better title than, er,

than all of us combined.

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

if no-one is reading what you write.

Goran was just, er,
rejected by his publisher.

Ah.
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 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, er, suicidal,

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

Um...

This is a song, um...

..about the ugliness,
you know, inside.

Such a cliche. Hm!

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 windowsill

? 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.

That was, er, 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-ah-ah... ?

Mm.

Please! Hello? Please!

Please open up! Please open up!
Please... Shit.

He's... He's out of his mind!

He's completely lost...
Go, go, go. ..his mind.

Marianne!

Argh!

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...

..and cry.

? Mm, mm, mm, mm... ?

F...

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...!

Listen. Can't you dance?

Hey, you want me to dance for you?
Yes, make me a dance.

OK, I'll make you a dance.
Will you?

Yes.

? Nah, nah, du-nun-dum

? Mm, mm

? Mm, mm

? Mm, mm

? Mm, mm

? Ah, what happens to the heart

? Mm, mm

? Mm, mm

? Mm. ?

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