All language subtitles for The Other Man.2008.m-720p.BluRay.x264

Is knowing the truth worth living a lie?

That's good.

- Congratulations.

Shoes were really superb.

- Thank you.
- Thank you so much.

- My pleasure.

- Um, I'm off, Dad.

- Excuse me.

- Is it to do with George?

- It always is.

- Hey, hi.

- Oh, my!

How are you?

How lovely to see you.

- Are you happy
with your mother?

- Of course I am.

Thanks, Mom.

- Tell George I'm sorry
he couldn't make it.

- I will, I will.

- Wonderful.

How was it?

- Shoes were lovely, of course.

Dresses like handkerchiefs,
girls like stick insects.

- It's not catching, is it?

- Come on.

I should get you
a jacket like that.

- Hey, Peter.

- Eleanor, how are you?

- You know Ralph?

- Yes, I know Ralph.

- Can I just have a shot
of you with-

- I'll grab the table.

There she is.

- Hi, oh.

I'm starving.

- Yeah?

- It was all right, wasn't it?

- It was great.

- Oh, shut up.

- All right, I will.

Abigail fled.

- Honestly, the two of you.

- What?

- I've got a daughter who flees,
a husband who jeers.

- Oh, Lisa, come on.

I don't jeer.

I like your shoes.

It's the people in them
I can't stand.

Oh, well.

Fish cakes.

Well, you won't get them
in Milan.

It is Milan, right?

- Gianni and Gianni.

- Which is the one
who still lives with his mum?

- Gianni, of course.

Actually, they both do.

A very old lady in black
who hovers.

They make wonderful shoes.

- Hey.

You make wonderful shoes.

- Do you think two people

can live together
all their lives?

- Well, we've managed
more than half our lives.

Do we have a problem?

- Of course we don't have
a problem.

- Is that the problem?

Eh?

Why do you ask?

- Thinking.

Abigail, George.

Will she get married?

- Abigail.

- What?

- Well, you know.

- Are you jealous?

- What, of George?

- I think I like George.

- Well, you have
a strange taste in men.

We're not quite ready yet.

- I'll come back.

- Do you never wish
you might be given the chance

to sleep with someone else?

- Lisa, are you telling me
something?

- I'm asking.

- Well?

Peter?

- No, I mean, no.

I don't want
to sleep with someone else.

Maybe I haven't found
the right person yet.

No, never.

I promise.

- It's a choice, not a promise.

You meet someone;
you fall in love.

You have the opportunity.

You make a choice.

- I chose you.

- I do love you, you know.

You do know that, don't you?

If I didn't, I'd go.

- Go?

- Yes, just go, taking nothing,

bare, start again.

- Oh, that's all right then.

- I need to tell you something.

No, don't move.

Don't move.

- Hmm?

- I don't want to worry you.

- Why would you?

What is it, Lisa?

- Nothing.

Nothing, I'm fine.

- You sure?

- I'm sure.

I'm fine.

- Milan?

- The Giannis.

I told you.

Honestly, I'll ring.

- Dad?

- Upstairs.

Here, have them.

- Why?

- I don't want them.

- I don't want her stuff, Dad.

- I don't want
her things around.

You take them.

- I know we're the same size.

It's just, it might be weird.

I don't know.

I wouldn't be happy
having her stuff.

- Mum's phone.

- Not Mum?

- Funny.

- You've always been like this,
even when I was little.

I remember I wrote you a story.

It was about a bear.

And I gave it to you,
and you took it,

and then you just went back
to what you were working on.

I'm talking, and you're not even
pretending to listen.

And I'm only talking so I don't
have to listen to your silences

and not because
I think for one minute

you'll take any notice
of what it is I have to say.

Mum asked me
to put this here for you.

What was that about?

Earth to Dad?

Dad?

- Is that where she's gone,
into orbit?

- You have one new message.

- I just want
to hear your voice.

That's all.

It's been so long.

I know I am wrong to ring you,
but I want to hear your voice.

I just want
to hear your voice.

That's all.

It's been so long.

I know I am wrong to ring you,
but I want to hear your voice.

- You know Ralph?

- Hello, Mr. Ryman.

- Peter, how are you, dear?

You know Eleanor.
- Hello, Peter.

- Did you know?

- What?

- Did you know about them?

- Peter?

- Ralph.

How long has it been going on?

- Peter, are you all right?

- I should smash your fucking
computer over your fucking head.

- Peter.
- What are you talking about?

- Lisa.

Have you always
been fond of her?

- Of course.
- Uh-huh.

And was she fond of you?

- I think so.

But not like that.

You can't believe
we've been having an affair.

Peter, that's not on.

And if she-

well, I couldn't blame her, eh?

- Ralph.

- You know, I never could
for the life of me

understand what she saw in you.

I don't see why
I should be insulted.

I don't see why.

- Peter,

there is somebody.

She did have a friend.

We know nothing more.

Really, Peter.

- Who is he?

- Why does there
have to be anyone else?

Because people always love her?

- Abi-
- No.

You should be ashamed,

asking things like that
about Mum,

ashamed.

- Everything all right?

- I'll see you in a minute.

- Okay.

- It was just the two of us
in Italy, Dad.

And we didn't go to Lake Como.

We went to Venice.

Here.

When I've washed my face,
you can use the bathroom.

We get up at 6:30,

'cause George goes
to work early, and so do I.

I'll wake you for breakfast.

- Abi-

- 'Night.

Dad?

- Morning, Peter.

- Hello, Mr. Ryman.

- Peter-
- Thanks, Gail.

Peter?

Peter.

- Ralph.

- It's Guy.

- Ralph.

- Me?

- No, I wasn't thinking
of you, Guy.

- Well, it's good
to see you back.

- Look, I don't need
to bury myself, you know,

or anything.

- Oh, who said you did?

If you'd rather be at home,
Peter,

you're the boss.

We can manage.

- Do you have trouble
with badgers in your lawn, Guy?

I can't stand them.

I want to kill the bastards.

Could you get me Joy, please?

- We have two Joys, Peter.

Security Joy and Systems Joy.

- Security.

- Peter-

- I don't want to be rude,
Guy, but-

- Well, if you need me.

- Thank you.

Sit down, Joy.

I'm sorry about the ID contract.

- I was always anxious about it
being rolled out before-

- I have an email address,

and I want an identity, Joy.

- I'm sorry?

- I want to know who he is,
where in the world he lives.

- That's not legal,
you know, Peter.

- Then don't do it.

- I won't.

- I've never done it.

- No, but you know what we do.

Hope to catch a data package
on one of its hops.

Get the IP fingerprints.

Try an SMTP connector
to the server

and request it takes a mail
for your guy's email address

using VRFY and EXPN options.

Might get lucky.

It does rely on the server
being poorly configured,

but doesn't everything?

- Mm-hmm.

- So what do we know?

- He calls himself Ralph.

- Yes?

- I want to meet him.

I want to kill him.

Who pays for the software?

- I do.

Not the firm.

- Well, that's fine.

- He mustn't know
you're looking for him.

I want it to be a big surprise.

- Ah.

"What's this rubbish
about our love having gone?

"It's easy to say
but can't be done.

"The past is still
very much alive for us.

"Your message has made me
very happy.

Ralph."

"To say but can't be done,

"because the past is still
very much alive for us.

"Your message has made me
very happy.

Ralph."

"It's easy to say
but can't be done.

"Very much alive.

Your message has made me"-

- You all right, Peter?

- You've been a cop, Eric.

Where do I get a gun?

- A gun?

- Yeah.

- Well, you don't.

You don't want
to think like that.

He wants me to get him a gun.

- Don't be silly, Eric.

Gail?

Could you get me a flight
to Milan tonight?

Lisa's hotel-
I can't remember its name.

- Oh, Peter.

Peter, Eric says-

- Book it.

Please, Gail.

- Buona sera, slgnore.

- Mama!

- If you want to leave a message
for Peter or Lisa,

please speak after the beep.

beep!

- Dad, are you there?

Dad?

Call me.

I don't know what you're up to.

- Camplone del mondo, eh!

- TI facclo vedere lo.

- Bravo, bravo.

- Grazle.

- Scusl, slgnore.

- Excuse me.

Hmm.

- I could never leave you.

- Why would you?

Mm.

- Buon glorno, slgnore.

- Come sta, Eduldo?

- Uh, e questa vostra tavola?

- English?

- No, no, no, no.

Please.

Excuse me.

That is the Queen's
Indian Defense, right?

- Yes, it is.

- Love it.

Black is going
to have to sacrifice his queen.

But that's how it happens

if you field
the Queen's Indian Defense.

There she goes.

- Peter.

- Uh, Ralph.

- Ralph?

- Another chess nut.

Shall we play the game out?

- Please.

- Good.

Thank you.

All right.

Here we go.

- Ralph,
that's R-A-L-P-H, right?

- Of course, sir.

Father is Spanish,
Mother English.

So it was not Raf-e, but Ralph,

spelled R-A-L-P-H, of course.

She liked things
to be punctiliously correct,

my mother.

She had her ups and downs,

mostly down.

- Why Milan, of all places?

- I am a cosmopolitan.

I am not one for the same place,
same thing, day after day.

Who is?

You?

- No.

- I've traveled a fair bit
on and off.

I enjoy London...

New York, never had much time
to get to know Australia,

but I have, as it were,
circulated everywhere civilized.

Yes.

- England, Oxford, Cambridge?

- Cambridge.

Girlfriend I met here
lived in Cambridge,

when I dabbled
in the fashion business.

She was in shoes.

Shoes.

When I say "shoes,"

it is as if I say Baryshnikov
is a hoofer.

Yes.

It was here, in Milan.

I saw these red high heels.

And I saw this woman.

She was walking towards me.

And for a while-
this didn't seem credible,

but all I saw was the shoes.

I make shoes.

You?

- Uh, I'm interested in poetry,
and therefore, feet.

- Was this a long time ago?

- Oh, yes.

10-no, 12, 12 years.

- And when was the last time
you saw her?

- Actually, uh, nine months.

Yes.

But I have good reason

for hoping
to see her again soon.

Check.

- Dad?

- Peter?

Peter?

Hello?

beep!

- You have one new message.

- Lisa, please,
let me hear your voice again.

I know I swore
I wouldn't ring you,

but your emails made me
desperate to hear your voice.

Call me, please.

Bye.

- What do you do in Milan
with those Giannis?

- Made me jump.

- Eh?

- Trade fair.

It's hell.

- Expect me
to feel sorry for you?

- Mm-hmm.

Do you desperately
want to do that?

- Was she often in Milan,
your friend?

- Oh, yes.

I will make things easy for you,

but don't doubt my love
because of that.

She would try to elude me.

I'd like to-

I'd like it to be that things
were different.

- I know.

- I was very persistent.

Yes, you know.

I mean, if we could be together,
live for one another,

let nothing else matter.

But our world isn't like that.

Lisa-

- No, I know.

- Don't keep saying "I know."

- I know.
- I know.

I know.
- I know.

- I know;
I know.

I know;
I know.

I know;
I know.

- I know.

- I know.

I know.

Oh, grazle.

- You gave me a shock.

- I heard you coming.

How was Milan?

- Lovely.

Fun.

Everything all right?

- Yeah, of course.

- I'm so happy to see you.

- Hmm.

- You meet someone;
you fall in love.

You have the opportunity.

You make a choice.

- Lisa?

Ever had a woman
you'd like to live with?

- Plenty of women
desperate to live with me,

but I don't live with anyone.

See them, yeah,
often for lengthy periods,

but not live.

Are you married?

- We have a daughter.

- I have a son.

- Hmm.

- Married long?

- Nearly 25 years.

We've both had separate careers
with all that that means.

- Oh.

- We've had a good marriage,

always trusted each other,
never doubted.

- Oh, well, that's fine,
very good.

Grand, but not for me.

There's always doubt, my friend.

Marriage is hell,
as I am sure you have found.

I prefer hotels and heaven.

Come and see.

I kept it for you.

- You have a bad bishop.

And I have a good one.

You swine, Ralph.

Excuse me.

Forgive me.

We Spanish
are passionate people.

- You do have a good one.

But check.

- Unless you can swindle, cheat.

- Not my game.

I haven't a spiteful bone
in my body.

Excuse me.

Lisa?

Lisa?

I know you-

I know you are there, Lisa.

Answer me.

I know you are there.

Lisa, your emails.

Answer me.

I know you are there, Lisa.

Speak to me.

Let me hear your voice.

Darling, come on, speak to me.

Lisa?

Answer me.

Answer me.

I know you are there.

Lisa?

Darling, speak to me.

Lisa!

My love, the passion I give you

can't be without you any more
than you can be without me.

If you leave me, I'll crash.

- You frighten me.

- I will.

Don't let it come to that.

- What else can I do?

- Who are you happiest with?

- Now?

- This moment.

- You.

Soon I will be happy
with another.

- Him?

- Of course him.

- Excuse me.

What do you think you're doing?

- I got a call yesterday.

It was a call
from the shoe designer.

I can only describe her to you

as the most beautiful woman
in the world.

I do now know she is

the only woman
I could ever love.

Check.

- She-
she has rung you, has she?

- She has.

- You spoke to her?

- She has acknowledged my call.

Do you ride?

You know, with horses
as with women-

and of course, you know that.

But to have good hands
is essential.

Checkmate.

- You bastard;
how dare you?

- It's only a game
of fucking chess, man.

Oh, Lord.

3:00, I must fly.

- If you spoke to her,
what did she say?

- Dad.

- Abigail.

- We wondered where you were.

- Is George here?

- No, no, he's not.

- Come on.
- Where are we going?

- How to tell you?

- I've talked to him.

- What?

- Her lover.

- Huh?
How?

- Not really talk to him;
I didn't say anything.

Mum's phone.

I used ring back.
- Did you?

- Oh, of course you did.

Yeah, I talk to him every day.

We play chess together.

- What?

- He doesn't know who I am.

He's monstrous.

His hands
in particular revolt me.

Pink hands!

- I really don't want to know.

- It's not the same for you.

- He doesn't have
horrible hands.

- Oh, read his emails, here.

Oh, Dad.

- Listen.

"I didn't touch you until you
put your arms around my neck

"on our first night.

Don't you remember?"

We never spent days and nights
in bed together.

"It was cold,

"so cold
you didn't want to come out.

"And so I sat up
and leaned across you

"and turned out the light
on your side.

"And then you finally took
your arms from under the blanket

"and took me to you.

"I don't dare ask
to see you again,

"but you should know
I would like that very much.

Ralph."

He calls himself Ralph.

He says things like

"the most beautiful woman
in the world"

in his well-pressed jeans,

yellow socks,
sacred Gucci loafers.

Fucking prick!

Gucci loafers!

- Have you been replying to him?

- Hmm?

He thinks she is.

- Oh, no.

Oh, Dad, please.

Just leave it, yeah?

- He says things like
"took me to you."

What was she thinking of?

What sort of woman would believe
that sort of crap?

How could she?

Don't cry.

- I'm not crying.

- I wasn't enough for her.

I'm so bloody angry,
I could kill him.

I was always faithful to her.

I thought we were close.

I thought we
told each other everything.

But she was a different person.

She must have been.

Which is worse, that the person
you love is someone else

with another man,
or that they're the same?

- Please, Dad.

Please stop it.

- It's so bloody insulting.

- I can't take it anymore!

Just let it go!

- I sat up and leaned across you
and turned out the light.

And then you finally took
your arms from under the blanket

and took me to you.

- You s-
you scared me.

- Yes, yes, I'm sure.

- Yes.

You-

I wasn't, uh-

you'll love this.

This is just-
what I am doing down here

is just taking care
of the house tortoise.

How do you say that in English?

Tort-tort-

Tortoise?

- What?
Tortoises.

- Tortoises, tortoises.

You like tortoises?

- Don't touch me, please.

I don't blame you,
messy business.

Come here.

Come here.

Ah, come here.

You know, when the old girl
started digging in the dirt-

watch this-

I thought of everything

except that she might be
burying eggs.

But that's what she was doing,
three eggs.

But she was-
three.

So I moved it down here,

and tiny little tortoises
hatched from two.

Are you all right?

Tartaruga,
the Italians call them.

Two of them hatched out,

but I lost one.

And I am sad to say, you know,
she went down the pan.

- Sentimental sod.

Bastard!

How dare he?

- I'll pay.

I'll pay him.
I'll pay you.

I'll pay you.

I will pay you.

- What are you doing?

- I've just got time
to get my flight.

None of this you're doing
is right, Dad.

It's making you ill,
and it's making you awful.

You're not stable, yeah?

It's over.

Just let it go.

Move on.

- No, Abi, sorry.

- She's gone.

Val, val, aeroporto.

- Hello?

- Hey, Peter,
I have a little problem.

Let me give you lunch tomorrow.

Shall we meet at my apartment?

Buon glorno?

Peter.

Come on up to my apartment.

- Your apartment?

- Come on.

- Is this-

- When I am in town, yes.

Hey, I've had some
very exciting news,

though it's rather hush-hush
from the fear of publicity.

She wants me to go to spend
a weekend with her in Lake Como,

our usual hotel, my friend,
the celebrated shoe designer.

- Um, it's nice.

You know, I was thinking,
you know me,

a second honeymoon
in Lake Como sort of thing.

And then we'd both go to London.

Well, to be honest,

things are becoming
a little hot for me here,

you know, the usual temporary
cash-flow problems.

I was thinking about
throwing her a surprise party.

You know, push the boat in

and mark the beginning
of our life together.

- London?

- A celebration, but-

- No, no, no buts;
do it properly.

Push the boat in,
well and truly.

- Out, I mean.

Do you think so?

- Let me foot the bill.

No, no.

The least I can do
to help a friend

who's temporarily on his uppers.

- Uppers.

- How much?

Oh, cash, of course.

I hope I am gonna get
invited to this London party.

- Yeah.

- What do you have in mind?

- Colleagues of hers,
cosmopolitans like myself-

- More?

- Fashionistas, you know.

- More.

- Why not?

Good evening.

A reservation
in the name of Carentis.

- Your guest
is already here, sir.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you.

She won't be coming, Lisa.

- Lisa?

- She's dead.

- Lisa,

my wife, dead.

Me.

It's been me, you see.

- Aperltlfs, slgnore?

- What did she die of?

- Cancer.

- Bad?

- Bad?

She got so thin
I could carry her with one arm.

They say they know how to cope
with pain nowadays.

They do.

They did.

- Peter?

Do you want to come through?

I wish she had
screamed sometimes.

- It'll be fine.

- She didn't tell me she was ill
until it was too late.

I don't know why she did that.

It was so stupid.

Her doctor suggested
it was vanity.

Shut up!

Of course it wasn't vanity.

She knew I wouldn't have cared
how she looked.

- You do know
she refused surgery.

- I do now.

- Is Lisa proud of her looks?

- She didn't talk about it.

I suppose she-
she didn't want to-

She never complained.

She-

She liked being beautiful.

- It isn't a crime.

- What isn't?

- If she cared how she looked.

It wasn't vanity.
- How dare you?

- She would have been just
waiting for it to go away.

- Go away?

- Yes, go away.

It was part of who she was.

Everything she did
was perfection.

- Don't be bloody silly.

It was the opposite.

- She lived in the perfection
of the moment.

- It wasn't perfection.

It was blindness.

And what about the future?

Did that not matter?

- You know, I've been
very happy with you, Peter.

- Where?

Where were you happiest?

Hmm?

- Peter, l-

- Write it down.

- Here.

Go on.

Take the pencil.

Go on.

Write it down.

I bet it will be
the same, right?

- Smug bugger.

I have a better idea.

Write down somewhere
we've never been

that I could take you to.

- You could take me anywhere.

- How did you find out about me?

- You were on a file called
"Love" on my wife's computer.

- You read my emails?

- All of them.

- I pretend everything
is better than it is,

that there is money
when there isn't,

make things more beautiful
than they are.

I can do that.

I am good at that.

Losers are brilliant
at making things pretty.

And I try to make the world
beautiful when I can,

just bring it out of-
reach the core,

the heart of things
sort of thing.

And you-

You only see the surface.

- George isn't the man for him.

But he is for me.

- I know that.

- It doesn't have to be
either-or, does it?

You can love two people at once.

Well, I think so anyway.

- That's right.

Sweetheart, you know I've always
loved your father.

- Mum, I know.

It's simple, really.

It's not just me anymore.

It's me and George.

And Dad thinks that's messy,

and he does so love
everything in its place.

And he'll probably
change all this,

but he can't change me.

And sometimes I want
to say to him,

get a fucking life.

No.

- Get your father.

- No, no, I can do it;
I can do it.

- Get your father.

- So well, that's it.

That's over.

You can still have
your party for her.

I shan't be there, of course.

- Of course.

You've had your revenge already.

I am a bullshitter
who is a janitor

who would take any job, any,

brags about the past as if
it was a catalogue of glory,

not unpaid bills and bankruptcy
and prison.

- Oh, I'm sure.

- I should have noticed.

Those emails sounded
as prickish as you are.

I saw them as beautiful,
of course.

- Do something for me.

Put this in one of the red shoes
in my room.

It's for Dad.

- How will he find it?

- He'll find it.

- But you know what?

She knew everything about me,
and she paid my debts.

And she loved me in spite of it.

- Thanks for the suit
and the room.

Can't afford to pay you back,
but by God, I wish I could.

- Feel free to enjoy your meal.

- It's all right.

It's okay.

- Let me go, Peter.

- I can't.

- You must.

- That's mine.

Excuse me.

- # You'll find
a girl like you. #

# I'll find a guy like me. #

- Hello?

- Abi, are you at work?

- Dad?

Okay.

- Listen, can I talk to you?

- Yeah, just talk, Dad.

It's what people do on phones.

- Abi, could you
come up to London?

I know it's short notice,
but if George could get away-

- Well, where?

- So, I said to Berlusconi,
"Silvio,

"you can do more
than just a soccer team.

"You can run the country.

You can run the country."

He followed my advice.

Then he just said to me,
"Be my personal assistant."

I said, "I am just attending
a number of these now,

and I don't know
if I'm gonna have the time."

- Ralph.

You're looking well.

- Good,
wonderful you could come.

Do you know Peter Ryman,
a software designer,

a friend of Bill Gates.

Reverend Tim Brookes.

- We met the other day
at the hospital.

- Yes, I have a job there now.

Lisa was a happy woman

as well as being
a great shoe designer

and a great artist.

I can still see her now

with her pencil and her thumb
never leaving the paper.

The line sweeping up the heel
to the upper

along the top line,
across the throat,

tracing the vamp...

Diving towards the toe,
stroking the sole to rise

like a caress towards
the breast of the heel

and down to its tip.

- Sort of thing.

- Lisa.

To Lisa.

- Bravo, Ralph.

- Look at him.

There he is.

Ralph.

We have Ralph.

- Dad?

- Our host.

God bless him.

And now my toast to Lisa,
my wife,

your friend.

My love.

To Lisa,

and to our daughter, Abigail.

Abigail.

- All that stuff about shoes.

Ralph.

Ralph.

Appalling, dreadful man.

But...

- Well?

- He was also rather wonderful.

And so was she.

She really did know me,
didn't she?

Us.

Him.

- The train now arriving
at platform seven

is the 12:26 First Capital
Connect service to Cambridge,

calling at
Letchworth Garden City,

Royston, and Cambridge.

Platform seven is the 12:26
First Capital Connect service

to Cambridge.

For safety reasons,

please do not leave your baggage
and other items unattended

in any part of the terminal.

Any unattended items will be
removed by the police.