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[drum beating]

[♪ electric guitar plays]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd chanting] Marianne!

[cheering loudly]

[chanting continues]

[insects buzzing]

[both breathing heavily]

[♪ slow music playing]

[man singing on radio] ♪ While the city was busy ♪

♪ We wanted to rest ♪

♪ She decided to drive up To observatory crest ♪

♪ We'd just saw a concert And heard all the best ♪

♪ We went on a ride ♪

♪ We got outside ♪

♪ The sand was... ♪

[music continues faintly]

[cell phone ringing]

I hate that sound.

It's unknown.

Hello?

[man chuckles] I've found you.

Guess who it is?

Marianne, I know you're resting

but you have to be better.

When it happened to Adele,

she was yodeling in three weeks.

You think I didn't do my homework?

Look, listen...

I am landing at Pantelleria in five minutes. Okay?

Harry, listen, it's Paul.

Meet me there.

And, boy, do I have a surprise for you and Paul.

I've gotta go, I'm landing in five minutes. See...

[woman] Close your phone, now.

He's calling from the plane.

He said he's got a surprise for us.

[aircraft engines roaring]

[airplane brakes screeching]

[indistinct conversations]

[Harry laughing]

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

Jesus, does he ever stop?

My God!

Hey!

[laughs] Is it you?

Is it you? Yes!

God, I am so fucking happy to see you.

Oh, why didn't you let me know you were here?

You know I love this place.

I'm in Rome all summer. You can talk, can't you?

Come on, tell me you're better. Yes, you are.

What? Ah, what not at all?

Well, the doctor said two more weeks.

It's the kid. Hey.

Come here, you old fucker.

-You look fantastic. -Well, thanks.

You look sexy.

Kind of metro sexy.

I'm sorry we didn't call but we're hiding out.

What, hiding out? What, not from me?

Come on. Not any more, anyway.

Come on. When I'm finished with you,

you'll be singing in those gravelly jeans again.

Oh, Pen. Pen, come here.

Right. Pen, meet Marianne and Paul.

Oh, you brought a protege.

Nice to meet you.

I'm his daughter.

-Excuse me? -[Harry laughs]

The looks on your faces.

I'm sorry, I should have warned you.

Everyone's making the same mistake. Pen, say "hello."

Hi, yeah. He really loves it though.

She seems shy but she is a lovely bitch.

Like her mother. And underneath,

she is every inch my girl. Aren't you?

I think so, we're kind of...

Where are your wheels? Let's go.

Uh, right in front.

[Paul] So you didn't get a room?

[Harry] No. Is that gonna be a problem?

[Paul] Yeah, it's San Gaetano tomorrow.

[Harry] Ah, shit! Last year they did it late

because of the ferry strike. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Oh, I know where we should go.

We can go squatting at Fabrizio's. He'll put us up.

But now, keep going as it's up here.

There's a restaurant in the hills here and...

Pen, you're gonna love it. It's amazing.

Fantastico! Pantelleria!

Ta-da!

[chuckles]

You didn't know this was here?

Oh, don't tell me you've been eating out of the fridge all this time?

Oh, they only serve dinner, and only until September.

Then it's fallow again until June.

[indistinct conversation]

[Paul] Harry, come on, that's a grave.

Yeah, well, Europe's a grave.

Oh. Ah, fuck.

So when did this happen, you and Harry?

[Penelope] Last year.

I finally put some pieces together and figured it out.

You're on your college break?

On your Grand Tour?

Yeah.

Normally I'd be spending the summer

in Connecticut with my mother but...

she got sick of me. Anyway...

[chuckles]

She gets sick of me and just ships me off somewhere.

This year, it was to Harry.

So... [grunts] You good? Happy.

Say "yes."

Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?

You happy to see me?

Oh, fuck. It's full.

Shall we tell them who you are?

Oh, we don't do that anymore, Harry.

Well, I think we may have to

because it's absolutely chocka.

[man speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[Harry in English] Okay, guys, we're good, I think.

Your name did it.

[speaking Italian]

Harry!

[in English] Uh, hi!

-[Mireille] Unbelievable. Oh, my God! -[speaking Italian]

You arrive from where?

Oh, from Rome.

-Hello. You look great. -Hello.

[indistinct conversation]

[♪ whimsical music playing]

[Harry] It's the same group of people wherever you go.

So what are you gonna have?

[Paul] No, she can't talk, all right?

[hoarse voice] I would love a daiquiri.

Marianne.

Have a daiquiri!

[♪ orchestral music playing]

[Harry] Hotels are booked solid.

There's meant to be one room left at the Yacht Marina.

And Piero says there's a queen bed

we could use on the boat.

At any rate, we've gotta get out

and enjoy the weather tomorrow

because the sirocco's on its way.

That's the warm wind from the Sahara

I was telling you about.

With rain?

No, it's dry with sand.

Marianne, Paul's headaches, are they a problem?

Oh, Harry, stop this fucking shit. All right?

She can't talk. I'm not gonna repeat it.

No, of course she can talk.

When Bjork had her operation, after two weeks she was--

I don't give a fuck what Bjork said. All right?

Or Adele.

No, nothing's a problem here.

Nothing a few Nurofen can't take care of.

[in Russian accent] What is your name?

What is your favorite color?

Seriously, you want me to deck you?

[Harry mumbles]

What is your quest?

[chuckling]

To not end up like Julie Andrews. Get it?

Hmm.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Oh, fuck, shit, yeah. Sorry.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Marianne chuckles]

[Harry] What, what did she say?

Oh, she says her feet hurt.

[Harry] No!

That's what she said. She's getting a blister.

If you had something to say, say it to me.

She's asking you to stay.

Oh, Christ. That took forever.

Is there a pool?

[♪ folk song playing on radio]

[Harry] Mmm.

Hey, this place isn't bad. Where are they?

[Paul] They're shooting a commercial in Thailand.

[Harry] Ah. Uh-huh.

What? Where am I?

Oh, it's down to property. It's a little dammuso.

It used to be a stable for the donkeys.

How far away? Safe distance, eh?

Mmm-hmm.

[chuckles softly]

You can't talk or won't?

Cancer?

Oh, right.

Your career.

Cool.

I'm 22, you know.

[Harry humming]

Fuck.

[yelling]

[laughs] Whoo!

[exclaims]

Whoo!

[sighs]

Fantastic.

Okay. What have we got here? How are the pots and pans?

Uh-huh.

What have we got in the old frigo? Oh.

[speaking Italian]

Terrible. How are you guys living?

What do we have here? Your mum, huh?

Cute.

You off to bed?

Thank you...

for having me to stay.

All right. Here you go, darling.

Your pill.

Good night.

[gargling]

[Harry] Good night.

[sighs] She's got tour dates this winter, hasn't she?

And what's she planning to do?

Well, she's kicked everything into the long grass,

and it was the right thing to do.

Oh, Jesus, man, it's hard to watch.

Is she like this when you fuck?

I mean, how does it work?

Does she write you a note when she comes?

-Come here. -[chuckles]

[dog barking]

You wish we were at a hotel.

I didn't say that.

You forget, I know how you speak.

-Oh, yeah, that's right. -Yeah.

Hmm?

I've been teaching myself some Italian, finally.

Oh. "A 101 useful phrases."

Well, now I'm not reading Boccaccio

if that's what you mean.

Vaffanculo. Go fuck yourself.

"Go take it up the arse," in fact.

Cacasentenze. Someone who pretends

to be very smart who won't stop talking.

"One who shits sentences."

And my favorite is vomitare l'anima.

"To puke your guts up."

Literally "to vomit your soul."

Wow. [chuckles]

I notice you didn't drink at dinner.

Are you all right?

I mean, does it bother you that I'm drinking?

Well, now, you know what "vai a cagare" means?

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, well, there you got it. Just drop it, all right.

Yeah, but are you all right?

The hard part's over, yeah. Rehab and all that.

Yeah.

Good night.

♪ Good night Good night, good night! ♪

Are you happy?

You asked him to stay. Why is that?

Do you feel nostalgic?

[Marianne whispers] Don't let him know

we can talk like this.

You know we can't be naked anymore, right?

[both chuckle]

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[Harry] Marianne, over here, my swan.

Oh, there you are!

What have you got there?

Ah, I've been waiting for you.

Have you? I was looking for you everywhere.

Mmm.

It's good stuff.

Can I play your drum?

You can.

[laughs]

[smacks lips]

We've got to leave at 11:00.

No, later.

-Car's coming. Can't move it. -Later. Make it later.

They won't be happy. They will not be happy.

Make it later. I'll make it worth it.

Oh, you will?

[birds chirping]

[man on radio] ♪ Beauty is only skin deep ♪

♪ What is hiding Under the hood? ♪

♪ Beauty is only skin deep ♪

[humming]

[speaking Italian]

-Buongiorno. -Buongiorno.

[Harry in English] Hey, more surprises, huh?

Where did you find this thundercat?

I can't get her off my elbow.

[Clara] What is thundercat?

What is thundercat? What is thundercat?

A nonna I'd like to fuck.

Hey!

[Harry] Oh, yeah...

you had nothing and now you have everything you need.

Zucchini for Paul and a little heaven for everyone else.

We're having for lunch orata al Sale.

[speaking Italian]

-Hey! Hey! -[growls]

[Harry reading] "I grew up in a Britain

"where racism was woven into the fabric of society

"in a way that would be difficult to imagine today.

"I was of a generation that challenged it

"politically and physically.

"We confronted far-right thugs.

"Organized street patrols to protect

"Black and Asian families

"and stood up to police harassment.

"Patriots wish us to be equally unthinking

"in our attachment to the nation in every..."

[whistles]

Oh.

Ah.

What the fuck's that?

[Marianne hisses]

Is that a snake? Yuk!

[Paul] No, it's just another whip snake.

[Harry] Orribile. Get rid of it.

We have them every day.

Pen.

How's the room of the ass?

A delight. How's the room of the monk?

[horn honking]

Oh, they made it. Great, great, great.

Fantastic.

You'll love them. Salty and sweet.

No, you're fine. It's hot and they're communists.

And you're not speaking, sweetheart, so I had to make other plans.

Hey!

[Mireille] Hey!

[Harry] I wanna go in that car one day, sweetheart.

[speaking indistinctly]

You can make a hell of a lot more cash

directing music videos

than record producing, apparently.

[Mireille speaking Italian]

[Harry] Here she is. Here's the lady.

Marianne, I'd like you to meet some very old friends of mine.

Mireille and Sylvie.

Marianne Lane.

She can't talk, I'm afraid. That's rock 'n' roll for you.

It squeezes you like a lemon then it throws you out.

Oh, but you're going to sing again?

This is not forever.

And this is Paul.

[Penelope] Guess who I am.

Oh, my dear. I know who you are.

[mouthing]

So lovely.

You're daddy's little rascal we've been hearing about.

[Clara singing in Italian]

He told me once that he'd lost six grands

worth of cocaine out in the parking lot.

I mean, I've only seen that much cocaine

in my life maybe twice.

And when he told me,

I nearly had a fucking seizure in the green room.

I couldn't, I couldn't let it go.

The thought of it lying out there

under somebody's Dodge caravan

or pick-up or whatever, so...

I got a dozen roadies

to come out and shine their cell phones and torches

under the cars while he finished his set.

This is a stadium, remember.

So thousands and thousands of cars

and this group of roadies going...

"Where is it? Is it here?"

And they found it?

[Harry] No, they never found it.

Somebody else won that lotto.

He told me later that he had planned

to kamikaze the whole lot that night.

If he had then, we would have found him

covered in shit and fizz the next day

on a bathroom floor.

Mmm.

But I think that losing that bag, it saved his life.

For a while.

[Mireille] To be a genius is to be unruled.

To be unruled is to be alone.

Well, yeah. For the first part maybe. [chuckles]

[Sylvie] My sister has attempted suicide.

[Harry] Oh, I'm sorry.

-Twice. -Oh.

[Sylvie] Pills, both times. It's the height of vanity, no?

You can't imagine her embarrassment

when she discovered that she lived.

Yeah, well, you know, no one should be ashamed.

No. No.

I tell her to call me if she feels it coming over her again.

Now, every time the phone rings,

I resent her a little more.

-And I think that-- -[glass shatters]

-[Sylvie gasps] -Oh.

Mind your feet.

You can't live forever.

Exactly. None of us can.

Oh, Marianne will.

Well, we've bored her.

[chuckles]

[both exclaim]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can swim the sea ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

No, well, it was something unbelievable,

and that was when The Stones

came into their own, so to speak. They...

killed their fathers, so to speak,

in front of millions of people,

and the first real casualty of that was Brian Jones.

Wait a second, I'm sorry.

Don't you think we should kill the light in the booth?

Yes, brilliant. Just right. Good idea.

All right, make it as black as you can. All right?

[Harry] "Paint it Black."

[chuckles]

I'll buy him a beer for that. What's your name?

Uh, Paul.

-Harry. Pleased to meet you. -Pleased to meet you.

[Harry] She is the woman of the century

and I'm talking about her soul now.

Underneath all the shit, the shellac, the noise,

she is grounded.

She's a fucking empath.

When the spaceships come in, she'll be right out in front.

With her arms wide open.

Saying, "Come, come to me, beautiful aliens."

You're an idiot, man, seriously.

You should meet her.

Why do you keep doing this?

-We're done. -No, you're not.

Your bed's not even cold. Come on.

Look at me. We're done.

No, Marianne Lane and I,

we've different music to make. Different shit.

And on top of all that,

she's a trumpets-of-Jericho white-hot fuck.

[chuckles]

I don't wanna hear it.

She fucks and she fucks and she fucks.

Does she?

Yeah.

You don't wanna do this, man.

Yeah.

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Sweet things You promised me, baby ♪

♪ Seem to go up in smoke ♪

♪ And vanish like a dream ♪

♪ Baby, I wonder why ♪

♪ Why you do These things to me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm worried ♪

♪ Yeah, and I just can't seem To find my way ♪

Yeah, Tom.

Tom, don't lay off that kick drum, right.

Keep it going with the heartbeat.

[Harry] That's it. [vocalizing]

You happy, Harry?

Uh, nearly. That... I'm not crazy about

the sound going from the high-hat.

Can we move the mic...

Can we fix it, and then can we go?

Can we fucking go?

-[Harry] Yeah. -[sighs]

Hey. Praise fuck. You made it. Ah.

-Good to see you, man. -Come here.

We're just about to go for a take, Paul.

-All right, let's hear it. -Come, come, come.

Uh, Marianne. Paul. Paul. Marianne.

Hello.

Onward pagan soldiers. Okay, let's go.

[exhales]

Go, Harry. Go, Harry!

[both gasping]

Who won?

Harry. Maybe.

[Harry] No, no, he won.

Just about. Just. Whoo!

[whooping]

Champion.

See, I still got it.

Sylvie!

[yells]

[both squealing]

[indistinct conversation]

[♪ music playing on record player]

[scoffs]

[Paul speaking indistinctly]

[shutter clicking]

[♪ Italian song playing]

And why are we listening to this?

You want to end up in a padded room? Fuck!

It was on the turntable.

Yeah, I know, but it's shit.

What we got here?

No, no, no. Roxy Music, no.

Oh, oh, some of this is good shit.

[Harry laughs]

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Look what they have, wait. Where's Pen?

Pen!

-Pen! -[sighs]

Pen! Come hear what Daddy made. Come on.

[chuckles]

Okay, Marianne's heard this. Sylvie.

Do you know this album?

I'm gonna tell you a little story

about my contribution to Rolling Stones' history.

Just after Darryl came in and I was working with Don Smith,

who'd done a lot of Keith's solo stuff with me

and we're at Windmill Lane in Dublin.

I remember it was raining, non-stop Irish rain.

Wouldn't fucking stop and I was quitting smoking

so it's coffee, coffee, coffee.

And this song which you are gonna hear,

it just wasn't fucking working.

Keith is insisting no drums.

And we're working away and I think,

"No, no." I go to Keith and I say,

"Okay, so can Ronnie do a track on pedal steel?"

He goes, "Yeah, but no drums."

So I'm thinking, "And what the fuck?"

So I give Mick castanets.

So you've got Chuck Leavell on the harmonium

and everyone is phoning in all this beautiful shit.

But this song is not taking off.

So I say to Keith, "Do you trust me?"

He goes, "Yeah."

"If I promise no drums, can we do a percussion track?"

He says, "What's Charlie gonna play?"

And I'm thinking, "Yeah, what is Charlie gonna play?"

But I'm asking myself, "What's the sound?"

Something not too crisp.

And I look over and I see in the corner...

Wait. What is it?

-[Sylvie] What is it? -Wait. Listen, what is it?

It's not a drum.

[beats playing]

What is it?

Okay, listen. What's that?

She knows.

Listen.

It's a trash can.

No.

It's an aluminum fucking trash can.

So I pull Charlie out in the stairwell.

We put a mic three floors up and Keith's shaking his head

because he knows I'm right,

and as soon as Charlie starts banging on it, we're off!

A can for trash.

Human evolution in the key of "C."

Yeah, all that, I still can't fucking move to it, you know.

Okay. What else have we got?

A-ha.

Okay, this is Tops.

[drums playing]

[Sylvie] You produce this?

Christ, no. I was 16. This is Tops!

I didn't know it then but I do now.

[singing in falsetto] ♪ Is there nothing I can say ♪

♪ Nothing I can do ♪

♪ To change your mind I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ You're too deep in You can't get out ♪

♪ You're just a poor girl In a rich man's house ♪

[vocalizing]

Whoo!

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Baby, I'm crying over you ♪

♪ Now don't you know promises Were never made to keep? ♪

[shutter clicking]

♪ Just like the night Dissolve in sleep ♪

♪ I'll be your savior Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah The other night, crying ♪

♪ Cryin' ♪

♪ Yeah, baby I'm crying, I'm crying ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ I'll be your savior Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, I was Dreaming last night ♪

♪ Last night I was dreamin' ♪

♪ How you'd be mine, mine Mine, mine... ♪

[flies buzzing]

Did he not cook for you when you were together?

[Harry] Oh, Marianne did or it didn't happen.

Yeah, her mother was mad for cooking.

It runs in the family.

Did you ever meet her finally, Paul?

Yeah, last year in the hospital.

[Harry] Pen, she was a woman to know.

I loved everything about her.

I can't believe the clock can just run out on a woman like that.

[Sylvie] Who is coming to the festival tonight?

What?

San Gaetano.

[Paul] Well, I can't. I, uh...

[Mireille] Why? It's one of the best nights in the year.

Everybody will be out.

Music horrible. Dancing horrible.

Food horrible.

You can't stay away!

[Sylvie] And the police band is playing.

Police band? Fuck.

[Sylvie] Yes. They are not so bad, you know.

At least come for the fireworks.

No, no, minou, there is no fireworks, cherie.

I've gotta test some lenses before the weather breaks.

Come... Come for the no fireworks.

Will you come? Paul's gotta score lenses.

It'll mean you're free.

We can lend you the Mehari so, uh, you can join us later.

Oh, very kind of you.

[squeals] Great!

[door opens]

[Paul] Hey, I just spoke to Robyn.

I'm on Kossakovsky's shortlist for his documentary.

[whispers] You wanna choose a dress for me?

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

It's a bit plain.

Very charming.

[breathing deeply]

[gasping]

Now promise me no talking tonight.

[Sylvie] Some are on the island now. Hiding.

Last year one of the boats was spotted

and the smugglers just threw everybody overboard to try to flee,

whilst the coastguards did the rest.

But the goal, of course, is France.

A lot of them have family there.

There you go. Tunisia.

[Mireille] Tunisia.

[Harry] Yeah, you can smell the jasmine from here.

[♪ music playing]

Oh, guys, it has already started.

[Harry] Try to behave, my angel.

[Sylvie] Yes.

I was talking to my daughter, but you can be angel, too.

[Sylvie] I'll be your angel.

[Sylvie giggling]

[♪ festive music playing]

A drink without guilt.

Now, frankly, it's sentimental to think

you can help Paul by not drinking in front of him.

Or not talking about it for that matter.

Come on, it was a year ago. I mean, if he...

If he can't even hear the subject mentioned,

and you have to go kicking over glasses,

it's just ridiculous.

And people talk about addiction.

They talk about suicide. It happens.

You know, I doubt he wanted to kill himself anyway. If you ask me,

he wanted to kill the whole world, Marianne.

[huffs] Yeah, come on.

I mean, you know,

we both know him. It's misdirection,

that's what they call it.

A case of psychic misdirection.

Anyway, sorry.

You both look great together.

He takes very good care of you.

And I mean it, he does.

And you look fantastic. You both look amazing.

Wonderful. Wonderful to see you.

And you know, this invalid thing, it suits you.

Yeah, I know, it does, because the roles are reversed

and Paul can nurse you for a change.

No.

Come on, I didn't mean it like that.

Fuck. Okay, okay.

[chuckles] All right, all right, all right.

Nice dress, nice dress.

[girl] Yeah, of course. Yeah.

I'll see you, yes?

Bye, see you.

[Penelope] You were my hero until just now.

Yeah, I'm sorry, I couldn't stay away.

You all right?

She was just boring the life out of me, is all.

Oh, you didn't look bored.

Yes, I know, thank you.

My trouble is that

I fall in love with every pretty thing.

That sounds paralyzing.

"Try not to frighten the horses."

I always loved you saying that.

Because it was always funny to me,

because you, always, frightened the fucking horses.

You... Whereas Paul...

[sighs deeply]

What's the point of Paul in your life now?

I was angry with you.

Yeah, I know I was slutting around

but you took everything so hard.

And now look what I've done. I've...

thrown you this square.

Yeah, he's square. Marianne, he's a square bear.

He's all cuddly and built for hibernating with.

And he's stuck.

I will always be grateful to you for Paul.

How are you dealing with this?

Hmm?

[scoffs]

What if it doesn't come back?

[sighs]

No, it's... It might not come back.

Have you thought about that?

It's your fucking life!

Your voice is your fucking life!

No doubt you'll just reinvent yourself again.

Won't you?

Is wearing your mother's clothes that reinvention?

I don't think so.

Anyway, I suppose you have your "mummy" phase

and I'll have my "daddy" phase.

[chuckles]

But, one way or another,

we're just gonna grow old together, aren't we?

[softly] I'm happy, Harry.

Can't you stand that?

Would you think I was being ingratiating

if I said I wanted to make documentaries?

Just pick up a camera and go

film the kids in Mansoura or something.

Oh, have you been there?

I wouldn't let that stop me.

What, you want some advice?

Why, because I'm a girl?

No.

No, you should definitely go to Mansoura

or Detroit. Whatever moves you.

Just don't do it the "Harry way."

Just lay low, keep your mouth shut.

You know, don't take a camera. Go empty-handed, seriously.

You'll humiliate yourself any other way.

Trust me, I know everything about it.

[camera beeps]

All right, I'm not afraid of that.

[shutter clicks]

Do you want some?

No. I don't smoke.

Doesn't mean you don't want some.

Yes, it does.

You must have been really desperate

to crash your car like that.

Excuse me?

He said you were shot out of it, really far.

You didn't leave a note or anything?

That's what he said?

He thinks it's the most interesting thing you've done.

He thinks you're too conceited

to stand being addicted to anything.

I'm guessing he's talking about drinking.

[scoffs]

Are you waiting for a reaction or something?

Don't waste your time.

[man announcing in Italian]

[crowd cheering]

[cheering]

[announcer continues speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[Harry in English] That's the guy who gave us the table.

Come on, let's perch over here.

[♪ festive music playing]

When did we last do this?

How many years ago? When we were innocent babes.

[Harry] Come on. Come on.

Oh, fuck, there's nobody here.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Oh, no, he says the screen is broken. Oh, fuck.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Find something we'd be embarrassed

to sing anywhere else.

Come.

Come here.

[sighs]

Okay.

♪ I'm the brightest Star you know ♪

♪ I'm Miss Manhattan ♪

♪ In my hand Your body and soul ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ Come, come, come to me ♪

♪ I'm a dream You've never seen ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me Direction NYC ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me ♪

♪ I'm a dream You've never seen ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me Direction NYC ♪

[crowd chanting] Marianne...

♪ Sometimes I stay out late ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm having fun ♪

♪ Yes, I guess You know by now ♪

♪ That you ain't The only one ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Sweet things that You promised me, babe ♪

♪ Seem to go up in smoke ♪

♪ You vanish like a dream ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm worried ♪

♪ I just can't seem To find my way ♪

Whoo!

♪ Oh, the nights I stand ♪

[speaks Italian]

[in English] Come on!

♪ Unforgettable ♪

[Harry chuckles]

♪ In every way ♪

[man] Can I have her after you've finished with her, Daddy?

[both singing] ♪ And forever more ♪

♪ That's how you'll stay ♪

♪ That's how you'll stay ♪

♪ That's why, darling It's incredible ♪

♪ That someone So unforgettable ♪

♪ Thinks that I am Unforgettable, too ♪

[giggles]

-[man] Daddy! -Whoo!

[cheering]

[Harry] You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

[crowd chanting] Marianne! Marianne!

[electric guitar playing]

[chanting continues]

That was fantastic.

[Sylvie] Oh.

[Harry] Good night, girls.

[indistinct conversations]

[Harry and Mireille talking indistinctly]

[Marianne breathes heavily]

[sighs]

Was it Mireille?

[softly] Yeah.

[both chuckling]

Hold on, give it to me.

Yeah, you do it.

By the way, what's...

Remember that woman he was with, um...

she was teaching at NYU? What's her name again?

-Kristy. -Yeah, Kristy.

-Busty Kristy, yeah. -They were swinging, right.

What did you say? Dusty Kristy?

Busty Kristy.

Yeah, she had like huge melons.

[both laughing]

You remember they were swinging, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Now what was it? Groups, men, college boys...

-Everybody. -...college girls.

He'd fuck everything, that's what I'm saying.

He doesn't believe in limits.

Well, if you're talking about Penelope,

I'll tell you that whatever's going on there,

it's mutual.

And it's a great couple. Come on, look at them.

-[softly] Don't. -[chuckles]

Really. He was...

I mean, he'd fuck Clara, he's made that clear.

Mmm-hmm.

He'd fuck you.

Mmm-hmm.

So? That makes all of us.

[both chuckling]

[Marianne] He must just not know

how it looks with Penelope.

I think I should say something.

[Paul] Trust me, she can handle herself just fine.

Which one of these do you prefer?

Me, too.

[telephone ringing]

[Paul] Yeah, well, that woman

drives like a lunatic, you know that.

[Harry] Well, I was driving and she distracted me.

-Are you hurt? -No, I'm fine.

Listen, I think if it's both of us,

then we can push it together.

Well, you need a tow truck, that's what you need.

Oh, Christ, will you come or not?

[Penelope] They both tell me "yes,"

but I don't think he really is.

I mean, we don't even really look

or act very much alike at all.

I'm gonna ask him to take the test.

There are reasons I'd like to know.

Private reasons.

[Paul] What the fuck happened?

Yeah, I was going and coming at the same time.

[Paul] Where's Mireille?

[Harry] She went home to wash her mouth.

How the hell do you want us to move that?

Uh, well, it's hooked. It won't roll forward.

I think if we release the handbrake,

we can pull it back on to the road.

All right, let's push it.

-Careful. -Yeah.

[both] One, two, three.

[Harry] Fuck!

[groaning]

Okay. And again.

All right, yeah, let's go.

One, two, three.

[grunting]

[chuckling]

Fuck.

It's not gonna work. Forget about it.

Jesus Christ. Too hot for white people. Fuck.

You're pretty domesticated for a rock star.

You were with Harry for, what, six years?

And you've been with Paul for how long?

[chuckles]

Cool.

I heard that there used to be six songs

on either side of a record album.

You'd hear six and then you'd have to flip

the thing over to hear more.

[hoarse voice] Have I done...

Have I done something to upset you?

You know what?

I bet they put one really good song on each side,

so you just keep flipping it over.

By the way, have you seen my iPod?

Because that sneaky Harry

is always trying to get into it to see what I've been listening to.

[dog barking]

[Harry] So, you're working again?

Yeah, I'm shooting for hire nowadays.

A Russian master, Kossakovsky. You know him?

Mmm... No.

Six country shoot.

Uh-huh.

Keeps me busy for a while.

When are you finishing yours?

Oh, you remember that?

Yeah, of course.

Lost Dog: American Journalism in the 21st Century.

You showed me that amazing Cronkite interview.

Yeah.

Yeah. What...

You're not giving that up, too, are you?

You shot all that footage.

What is it just lying in a drawer somewhere?

No, actually it's in a closet. Five hard drives.

But that can wait.

Yeah, well, "adjust your goals, not the world."

Is that the same advice you'd give Pen?

[chuckles] No. She's young.

She should change the world any chance she gets.

I think the women should change things now, anyway.

We've had our chance.

[♪ classical music plays on radio]

[Harry] Anyway, you will find your way back to it.

Just gotta get your finance. A good editor, some guts.

Just shut the fuck up, all right?

Just stop talking and we'll be fine.

Can you do that?

Thanks a lot.

Well, I thought it was a good observation.

Well, it's the way you give it.

It's not very careful.

Well, it's how I care, isn't it?

Honesty is the greatest fidelity.

Yeah, well, the world is not ready for your honesty.

I don't believe in half-truths.

Oh, well, you used to.

Yeah, well, I learned my lesson then, didn't I?

Not in time, but I learned it.

I think going bust with Marianne was

the great dumb tragedy of my great dumb life.

It feels good to say it to you.

But you learned your lesson in time, though, didn't you?

I mean, that's the important thing.

Thank God for emergency rooms, eh?

Hey, how did my beauties sleep?

[chuckles]

My adorable ones. [whooping]

[Penelope] Did you get the car out?

No, we couldn't move it.

We need Clara to tell us what to do, I think.

Hey! Oh!

[♪ poignant music playing]

[gasps]

Can I borrow the wheels? I want to see people.

Pen, do you wanna come?

What?

Groceries? Okay. We'll go together.

I need more treasure. Throw your watch in.

-I'm reading. -Well, I need a shipwreck!

Throw in a chair.

I'm not gonna throw in a chair, I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

[Clara speaking Italian]

[Paul] Okay, Clara.

Shouldn't you be going round the island?

Go check it out, it's pretty beautiful out here.

I wouldn't know where to go.

There's a lake. Pretty close by.

Lot of kids come out, bring guitars, play music.

It's fun. You should check it out.

Show me.

[Clara speaking Italian]

It's two miles from here. It's not so far.

Walking?

Yeah, it's a proper hike.

You should be up for it.

[sighs]

Okay.

[sighs]

You wanna see me do a handstand?

Yeah, go ahead.

The Allies bombed the hell out of this island.

Maybe the market's up here, you know?

I think it is.

Bit of a beaten-up old town.

[indistinct conversation]

I think it's down here.

Yeah.

[Marianne hoarsely] It can look a bit full on.

A bit, in a situation like last night,

it could be misconstrued.

What do you mean... What do you mean, Marianne?

How you treat Penelope.

[scoffs]

What shit.

I'm too brash, I'm too impulsive.

I'm too a lot of things,

but, Christ, I'm sound.

I mean, look, if you ask me, do I find my daughter sexy?

Have I caught myself enjoying the sight of her? Yeah, I have.

I didn't know her until a year ago.

So, yeah, it's a little odd.

[children laughing]

I acknowledge and I deal with the shit

that goes on in my head.

Coming from Paul, this would be outrageous.

Paul is Paul. But coming from you...

I mean, what is the impulse here?

To humiliate me or... What is it really?

[hoarsely] Harry.

-This is not about us! -Isn't it?

We've been testing each other

ever since I got off the plane.

Well, I've never stopped but...

I mean, come on. It's me.

Stop, stop this lying to yourself.

[hoarsely] Listen.

I am not gonna leave Paul for you!

Oh, what you don't...

What, you thought I was here for the capers?

They used to process slaves on this island.

Did you know that?

[chuckles]

I hate this fucking island.

Look, let's not get things confused.

[shouts] I'm not fucking my daughter!

Oh...

So fucking predictable. Big enough audience?

[chuckles] Are you kidding?

We've just made their vacation.

Haven't we?

[♪ melodious music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

[speaking in other language]

[Paul] I did leave a note.

But, anyway, we tore it apart when I, uh...

when I got out of the hospital.

You and Marianne?

Yeah.

What did it say?

Oh, just her name.

I wanted to write it down one last time.

[Harry] I want you to see this.

[speaking Italian]

[Harry speaking]

[female reporter on TV speaking]

[Rosa speaking]

[female reporter on TV]

[Rosa speaking]

[Giuseppe speaking]

[reporter on TV]

Mmm.

Mmm.

[wind whooshing]

[cow moos]

[footsteps approaching]

[in English] Okay?

[whispering indistinctly]

No, you...

You don't need to apologize. Ever.

You never have.

Come.

[♪ orchestral music playing]

[Harry] Well, they've gotta be here somewhere.

They must have gone off for a hike or something.

[♪ music playing on radio]

Can you do the ricotta?

Here, be careful.

Take that out.

Uh...

[Marianne whimpers]

[Marianne whimpers and gasps]

[Marianne gasps]

[gasping]

[both groaning]

[Harry] Come on.

This is you, it's in you. Let it out, fuck it, come on.

[gasping]

Come on, this is happening, it's happening.

-[softly] Darling... -It's happening. Come on.

-Come on. -[sniffling]

He put a bell on your neck.

[sobs softly]

[softly] I'm glad he did.

I can love you now.

Look, don't be angry.

I love you.

Then we shouldn't see each other anymore.

[groans]

[Penelope speaking indistinctly]

I love, I love.

I had to conquer all things Italian.

[Harry] Ah. We were gonna start without you.

I'm sorry, we got kinda lost.

Uh-huh.

[Harry] Parmigiano, please, Pen.

[Penelope clears throat]

Thanks.

So you two must be starving.

You went swimming as well, no?

[Penelope] We did.

Where? At the lake?

Um, no. Actually, uh, Paul took us to the cliffs.

[Harry] Hmm.

We dived and dived and dived.

How was the wind?

Well, I'll need a spoon to scrape

the sand out of my eyes, that's for sure.

[Penelope chuckles]

[Harry] Well, you got your beach, then.

-More or less. -[Penelope] Yeah.

It was better than a beach.

[Paul] Actually, there are a couple of beaches here.

Like micro beaches or something.

I don't know what they call them, but really tiny.

Just for three or four people. It's beautiful.

You can do anything you like out there, really.

If the wind dies down,

that's what we do next. You'd love it.

By the way, did Marianne make this?

Yeah.

[Paul] This is so good, I can tell.

Cilantro. That's her signature.

She'll put it in anything.

-[Harry scoffs] -[Paul] What?

-Will she? [chuckles] -[Paul] Yeah.

By the way, they always say in Pantelleria,

people eat a lot of capers.

But so far we haven't eaten any, right?

Oh, I have.

[gasps]

[Harry] Fucking gecko shit!

[chuckles]

[inhales deeply]

I think I'm gonna go watch a movie or something.

You good?

Yeah. You?

Yeah, I'm just beat from the day.

Pretty beat.

Okay.

Good night, Pen.

[Penelope] Good night.

Hope she didn't catch cold.

She's just tired. It was a long day.

[Marianne] Hmm.

[hoarsely] Swimming...

Swimming can take it out of you.

[Paul] How was your day?

Any good?

[knocks on door]

Pen? It's Harry.

Come in.

Sorry, um, it was just--

You asked me to tell you

when I was ready to go back, and I'm ready.

Okay.

I've had my vacation.

Did what you wanted to do? You--

It was fantastic.

I'll remember it always.

Yeah, well...

maybe go tomorrow. Good night.

[Penelope] Night-night.

[door opens]

I've got your pills.

[car starting]

I'm done with him. Aren't you?

[door closes]

[indistinct conversation over headphones]

[dog barking]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Harry] All the little snakes are sleeping.

[mumbling]

[sighs deeply]

[grunts softly]

[groans]

Oh, fuck.

Are you waiting for me?

Shh.

[gasps]

That's a nice surprise.

If you have something to say to me, say it.

[softly] Keep your voice down.

What, you think I'm plastered?

Tonight's not the night for it.

No, tonight is definitely the night for it.

Paul, fuck. Seems you agree, huh?

Why don't you do me a favor?

Go to bed.

Harry, listen...

we need to talk.

No, I need to pack.

I need to wake Pen up.

I need to be out of here by dawn.

I don't particularly wanna see you in the light of day.

Yeah.

[keys jangling]

Uh, I'll take a cab in the morning. So, uh...

thanks for the use of your car, sir.

[groans softly]

Are we fighting?

[softly] I'm sorry.

[chuckles] You're too much. Fuck.

Harry, come on.

Why don't you go wake my daughter up? Huh?

You can tell her to pack...

and we'll get the fuck out of here right now.

Did you fuck her or not?

[scoffs softly]

Did you fuck her or not?

Did you fuck Marianne?

[chuckles]

It's not the same, man.

You know what the problem--

You know what the problem is...

is I gave you too much credit.

We were friends. Better than brothers.

Better than all those shits in their lofts

talking about who the fuck cares what.

And now, you just...

You just tolerate me.

Do you know how offensive that is to me?

Think what you want, judge the hell out of me,

but don't fucking tolerate me!

[scoffs softly]

You don't deserve either of them.

Neither do you.

You have no idea of the shit that I got her out of. Off of.

Well, I got her off you.

What?

I gave her to you.

You're obscene.

We're all obscene. Everyone's obscene.

That's the whole fucking point.

We see it and we love each other anyway.

Love? I was wondering

how long it would take you to pull that...

[chuckles softly]

You hit me.

[mockingly] You hit me.

[scoffs]

[coughing]

All right, Paul.

I don't know what I'm doing either.

Here, help me out, will you?

Yeah, come on, I'm sorry.

What is this? What are you...

[straining]

[Harry groans]

[both coughing]

[both grunting]

[Harry gasps]

[both gasping]

[inaudible]

Harry, come on. Come on, don't do this.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

Harry, come on, come on! Come on!

Harry, Harry.

Harry.

[♪ insidious music playing]

[trembles]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[dog barking]

[vehicle approaching]

[snoring]

[whispering in Italian]

[in English] Mr. Harry. In the pool.

Dead.

Dead!

[♪ rock music playing]

[shouts]

[screaming]

[Clara] No!

[continues screaming]

[Clara speaking Italian]

[continues screaming]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can swim the sea ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

♪ But you'll never be free ♪

♪ You can shake it up ♪

♪ Or I can bring it down ♪

[gasps]

♪ We can make Each other happy ♪

♪ We can make Each other happy ♪

♪ We can make Each other happy ♪

[speaking Italian]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

♪ But you'll never be free No, no, no ♪

♪ You can shake me up ♪

♪ I can bring you down ♪

Mister!

♪ We can make Each other happy ♪

♪ Oh, we can Make each other happy ♪

♪ Oh, we can Make each other happy

♪ We can make Each other happy ♪

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Hello, sir.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] It's a... It's an album.

Um, Emotional Rescue by The Rolling Stones.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] It's music.

[speaking Italian]

[Paul in English] Here you go, sir.

[speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo clears throat]

[in English] What time Mr. Harry...

in the water?

[mumbles]

...splash in the water.

Well, he went out after dinner, uh, around 10:00.

And we were asleep before he came back, so...

[speaking Italian]

[both] No, no, no.

After 10:00.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] What time, uh, you...

[snores]

...in the bed?

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Um, around 1:30.

And then I took a sleeping pill.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Drugs? No, of course not. It...

-Jesus, it's a medicine. All right? To go to sleep. -[sighs]

[speaking Italian]

[in English] He says station Carabinieri. 2:00.

[speaking Italian]

[whirring]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[man shouting]

[machine whirring]

[engine starts, revs]

[indistinct shouting]

[speaking Italian]

Grazie.

[man speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo] Mister.

Paul De Smedt.

[in English] Morning. You can speak English or French.

[notary speaks Italian]

[indistinct conversations]

[hoarsely] Are you hurt?

Of course.

I'll be sad forever.

No, I'm...

Yesterday...

Paul, he has a wound.

Did you see it?

Yeah.

Here. On the side.

[man speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo speaking]

[in English] We know you are recovering from surgery,

and it's not easy for you to talk.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Maresciallo speaking Italian]

How long you Mr. De Smedt's friend?

You were awake? You were awake last night?

[speaking Italian]

The sand at the bottom of the pool...

show movement.

As if several people were in the water.

Or maybe only two.

Two moving around a lot.

Or maybe fighting.

[exhales]

[coughing]

[hoarsely] If you are talking about charging Paul De Smedt,

I need to call my lawyers.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] No, no, don't worry.

[speaking Italian]

[whispers] Please tell me.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

[notary in English] Maresciallo will find out what happened.

He must take care of other drownings.

Yesterday seven immigrants died in the sea.

Survivors are deported

to the detention centers in the mainland.

Immigrants in Lampedusa are more than locals now.

It's a tragedy.

It start here, but they go far.

[Marianne hoarsely] When did you find them?

12:00 yesterday.

And seven drowned in the sea.

There is a path...

[notary translating]

...at the house.

It comes up behind the pool.

You saw it?

And then... Anybody could...

have come up there...

when Mr. Hawkes was swimming and...

we would never have heard them.

[in English] He will ask them.

They cannot be offended more than they already are.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

Now, the girl.

You and Mr. De Smedt have to stay here now.

But the girl, she can travel if she want.

But she need her mother to send the letter

because minors cannot travel

without consent of the parents.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] She's 17.

[Marianne hoarsely] Paul?

Paul?

[rumbling]

[exhales]

[softly] I tried to save him. I tried, I tried.

I tried.

[thunder rumbling]

I'm sorry.

[sobbing] I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[knock on door]

Yeah?

Hi. It's me.

-Huge fucking crowd out there. -Hmm.

They're turning people away. [chuckles]

So Derek tells me

that Worried About You is off the set list?

-Uh-huh. -Is that true?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Harry, don't ask me to do

sentimental things for you anymore.

It's not fair on Paul.

Stop that, would you? Just stop it.

-[knock on door] -Yeah?

Marianne, it's time.

Okay.

It's not about fucking Paul. And you know that.

[crowd cheering]

[softly] For fuck's sake. Fuck's sake.

[Marianne groans]

Come on. Why are you resisting me?

It's done.

Don't let it upset you.

[thunder rumbling]

[siren wailing]

Well, do you want me to let you know

if there's some kind of service

for friends or something?

[hoarsely] Why did you lie to us?

I didn't lie.

You're not 22, you're 17.

Christ, you're still in high school.

And you speak Italian?

-Yeah? Yeah. -[sighs]

And you sat there, over and over, with people...

struggling to communicate with one another.

Do you like to watch people having a hard time?

Is that it?

Is that the kind of woman you wanna be?

I would just rather be left alone. It's different.

No.

That's not different.

I wasn't your enemy. None of us was.

[chuckles]

Don't let it upset you. Okay?

[Penelope gasps]

[chuckles]

[women speaking indistinctly on PA]

[metal detector beeps]

[♪ sentimental music playing]

[sobbing]

[captain speaking Italian]

[in English] Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking.

On behalf of Alitalia and the crew,

we'd like to welcome you aboard this flight

to Roma Fiumicino.

Loading operations are being completed,

and we will be ready to leave shortly.

Today's flying time will be

approximately 1 hour and 10 minutes.

Weather-wise, whilst it's raining here in Pantelleria,

the forecast for Rome is bright and sunny

with a temperature of about 30 degree Celsius.

We thank you for flying with us, and we wish...

[police siren blaring]

[hoarsely] Don't move.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

[gasping]

[hoarsely] My name?

Oh.

[both laughing]

Your name?

[chuckles]

[speaking Italian]

[softly] Okay, I go. I go now.

[in English] You very nice people.

You can go home now.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

[siren blaring]

[hoarsely] He's a fan.

A fan.

♪ Is there nothing I can say ♪

♪ Nothing I can do ♪

♪ To change your mind ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ You're too deep in ♪

♪ And you can't get out ♪

♪ You're just a poor girl In a rich man's house ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crying over you ♪

♪ Don't you know promises Were never made to keep? ♪

♪ Just like the night They dissolve in sleep ♪

♪ I'll be your savior Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crying ♪

♪ Crying, crying ♪

♪ You think you're one of a ♪

♪ Special breed ♪

♪ You think that you're his ♪

♪ Pet Pekinese ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I was dreaming last night ♪

♪ I was dreaming Dreaming how ♪

♪ You'd be mine ♪

♪ But I was crying, crying ♪

♪ Like a child, yeah ♪

♪ I was crying, crying ♪

♪ Like a child, baby ♪

♪ Ooh! You will be mine ♪

♪ Mine, mine, mine ♪

♪ You could be mine, baby ♪

♪ I come to you ♪

♪ So silent in the night ♪

♪ So stealthy So animal quiet ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You should be mine ♪

♪ All mine ♪

[vocalizing]