Original subtitles

[ "यह मेरे लिए घर पर ले आओ" खेल रहे हैं]

♪ आप कभी भी अपना विचार बदलते हैं ♪

छोड़ने के बारे में ♪, मुझे ♪ पीछे छोड़

♪ बेबी, यह मेरे लिए लाने ♪

♪ अपनी मीठी प्यार लाओ ♪

♪ मेरे लिए घर पर यह लाओ ♪

- ♪ हाँ, हाँ ♪ - हाँ ♪ हाँ, ♪

- ♪ हाँ ♪ - ♪ ♪ हाँ

♪ मैं जानता हूँ कि मैं हँसा जब तुम छोड़ दिया है ♪

♪ लेकिन अब मैं जानता हूँ कि मैं केवल अपने आप को चोट लगी ♪

♪ बेबी, यह मेरे लिए लाने ♪

♪ अपनी मीठी प्यार लाओ ♪

♪ मेरे लिए घर पर यह लाओ ♪

- ♪ हाँ, हाँ ♪ - हाँ ♪ हाँ, ♪

- ♪ हाँ, ♪ - ♪ ♪ हाँ

♪ मैं तुम्हें गहने और पैसे भी दे देंगे ♪

♪ कि नहीं बस इतना ही नहीं सभी मैं तुम्हारे लिए क्या करेंगे है ♪

♪ और अगर आप यह मेरे लिए लाने ♪

♪ अपनी मीठी प्यार लाओ ♪

♪ मेरे लिए घर पर यह लाओ ♪

- ♪ हाँ, हाँ ♪ - हाँ ♪ हाँ, ♪

- ♪ हाँ ♪ - ♪ ♪ हाँ

- [बंद रेडियो बदल जाता है] -आप कुछ और करना चाहते हैं?

नहीं है, सैम के साथ कुछ भी गलत नहीं। बस ... दृश्यों में ले जाना चाहते थे।

यह हमारे लिए अच्छा होने वाला है, जेस, वास्तव में अच्छा।

पुलिस [रेडियो पर औरत] एक को तोड़ने में जांच कर रहे हैं

और एक काउंटी कब्रिस्तान में चोरी ...

गेराल्ड।

हाँ? -Gerald!

हे भगवान!

और कथित तौर पर कई परेशान ...

वह भूख से मर रहा है।

... आंशिक रूप से कम से कम एक कास्केट exhuming।

[सींग आवाज]

वे उन strays के बारे में कुछ करना चाहिए।

कई नगर परिषद ...

मुझे लगता है कि वह एक कॉलर था। उन्होंने कहा कि किसी को संबंधित हो सकता है।

उन्होंने कहा कि लंबे समय के लिए नहीं होगा। वह रोडकिल के लिए जा रहा है, वह वाला खुद रोडकिल जा रहा है।

-We're उसके लिए वापस नहीं जा रहा। -मुझे पता है।

-नहीं थे। [हंसते हुए] मैं पता है।

[सेल फोन बज]

फिर से नहीं। [हाँफ्ते]

दो मिनट, बेब हो, बस। ठीक है? -ठीक है।

हाँ?

हाँ। नही मै समझता हूँ।

लेकिन एक ही तरीका है कि हम आगे बढ़ सकते हैं अगर वे एक गैर प्रतिस्पर्धा खंड को स्वीकार है।

-आप हमें स्टॉक। हाँ। पूरे सप्ताहांत के लिए पर्याप्त है।

[जेसी] यहाँ, बच्चे!

तुम भूखे? [सीटी]

तुम वहाँ?

[Gulps]

[Whines]

[दूसरे से टकराए]

तुम यहां हो।

देखो क्या मैं तुम्हारे लिए है।

[हाँफने]

ठीक है।

यहां आपको मेरी गरीब राजकुमार।

[Whines]

-तुम क्या कर रहे हो? -ओह। मैं तो सिर्फ...

उह ... मैं सिर्फ इतना है कि कुत्ते को खिलाने के लिए कोशिश कर रहा था।

यही कारण है कि कोबे रिब आंख है। यह वास्तव में कोबे से है।

यह है ... $ 200 एक हिस्से।

क्षमा करें, फ्रिज में चार थे। मुझे लगा...

आप इस तरह के एक अच्छा दिल मिल गया है। यही कारण है कि मैं जो शादीशुदा है।

बेहतर या बदतर के लिए।

नहीं, बस इसे छोड़ दें। यह सबसे अच्छा मांस वह कभी था है हो जाएगा।

के दशक में चलते हैं, आरामदेह मिलता है।

ठीक है।

[जेसी] मैं केवल आधा एक टुकड़ा खाया होता।

[गेराल्ड हंसते हुए कहते हैं]

[जेसी] वह बहुत भूख लगी लग रहा है।

- [दूसरे से टकराए] क्षमा करें, मुझे नहीं पता था। - [गेराल्ड] कोई बात नहीं।

आप या अब कुछ शैंपेन खोलने चाहता हूँ हम चाहिए ...

उम, हम कर सकते थे ...

[आह]

ठीक है।

-तुम तैयार हो? -मैं तैयार हूँ।

[कफ झंकार]

-Wow, बेब। -तुम गज़ब की लग रही हो।

धन्यवाद।

माफ़ करदो जानू। चमक। [दूसरे से टकराए]

[Ratcheting]

होगा कहते हैं, मैं was-- मैं उम्मीद कर रहा था ...

अधिक नवीनता बातें, मखमल या रेशम या कुछ और के साथ की तरह।

अरे नहीं। नहीं, ये असली सौदा कर रहे हैं।

दूसरों यदि आप बहुत मुश्किल जा रहा हो तोड़ सकते हैं।

-ठीक है? हाँ।

[कफ क्लिक]

यह अच्छा है। आप इस पसंद करेंगे।

[कफ क्लिक]

[कफ क्लिक]

[कफ क्लिक]

क्या यह सही है?

ज़रूर।

स्थानांतरित करने के लिए प्रयास करें।

ठीक है। [हंसते हुए]

मैं इस पर्ची से प्यार है।

ओह, अच्छा, मैं यह विशेष खरीदा है।

आप इसे अपने कंधों के आसपास बेहतर पसंद करेंगे।

[ग्रन्ट्स, हाँफना]

[दोनों साँस छोड़ते]

[आह]

[पानी चल रहा है]

आह।

कुंआ...

देखो मुझे क्या मिला।

-क्या? मैं शर्त लगा सकता है कि तुम मुझे छोड़ना चाहते हैं।

मुझे यकीन है आपको लगता है अपने पति को वापस किसी भी क्षण हो जाएगा।

लेकिन मुझे कुछ बताता है वह नहीं होगा।

आप चिल्लाना ... यदि आप चाहते हैं की कोशिश कर सकते हैं।

वहाँ मील के लिए कोई नहीं है।

-To ... गेराल्ड। -Gerald?

मैं माफी चाहता हूँ, बेबी, तुम मेरे नाम पता करने के लिए नहीं मिलता है।

मदद के लिए कॉल करने के लिए प्रयास करें।

-वास्तव में? आओ पर, बस कोशिश करते हैं।

-Help. Somebody help me. -Come on.

Come on, you said you'd try to make it feel real.

Yeah, just... calling for help, it's kinda...

-What are we trying to do here? -Just try it.

I'm sorry. I'm feeling a little weird.

And I thought the point was to feel sexy, so...

-Well, you'll settle into it. -Okay.

Help! Somebody help!

[yells] Ow!

-Sorry, I'm just... -That really hurt.

-You like it, though. Don't you? -[muffled] Gerald. Gerald.

I don't like this.

-I'm serious. Stop. -Yeah, like that. Make it feel real.

Stop it.

-Make me. -Stop!

You can fight all you want, but Daddy's gonna get what Daddy wants.

Fucking stop it!

Uncuff me now! [panting]

Are you-- are you playing?

Wipe that absurd grin off your face.

Uncuff me and stop calling yourself fucking "Daddy"!

Jesus.

Isn't this why we came up here?

To spice things up and try and push some boundaries?

-I said I'd try a few things. -Yeah.

-You said you'd try. -And I tried, and it's not working.

Is this... Is this really what it takes these days?

Well, fuck, Jess, I--

Sorry...

if I wanna try and make things more exciting.

You haven't touched me... in months.

No interest whatsoever,

until I say I'll let you play some sex game,

and it's turning into a rape fantasy that I never knew you had.

Please, just unlock these.

This isn't gonna save us, Ger. It never was.

I just-- I feel ridiculous.

Nice.

-Now I'm ridiculous. -No.

Babe, I feel ridiculous. That's all I'm saying.

Jesus, I can't do a fucking thing right, can I?

-That's not true. -You can't blame me...

if I don't get excited anymore, and you won't even try.

Okay. Just uncuff me and we can talk.

What if I won't?

What do you mean?

What if I won't?

Wait. You have to.

What if I'm sweet?

Go to the bathroom, get the keys off the sink.

I'll just be sweet.

-Gerald... -Shh.

-I need you to stop this. -You'll like it.

[yells] Fuck!

What the fuck is the matter with you?

With me?

[panting]

How did we go so wrong?

Mnh-mnh.

Jess, we were happy once.

Of course.

-Weren't we? -Yes.

-I mean, weren't we? -Yes.

What?

[gasps]

Gerald?

-[gasps] Oh, my God. -Honey.

Hey, that's not funny.

[moans]

Gerald?

-[gasps] -Gerald?

What's-- Gerald?

-[moans and gasps] -Hey, hey! What's happ--

Oh, my God.

[whimpering and panting]

Honey?

[crying]

Come on.

[blubbers]

I can't...

Gerald! Gerald!

Hey, baby, look at me.

Wake up, Gerald.

Gerald?

[thuds]

Ger?

Where-- Gerald.

Gerald, say something!

Please!

[yells]

[groans]

Oh, God!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Help!

Sound more real now, huh?

You wanna try again?

Just get back up here. You can do anything you want.

I mean it.

Anything.

Help!

Help! Somebody!

Help! Somebody!

Help.

Help. [sniffles]

Wake up.

Just wake up.

It's time to wake up, honey.

It's time to wake up.

[branch snaps]

Hello?

[leaves rustling]

Help.

It'll be dark.

In an hour or so, it'll be so dark.

[gate clangs]

Hey!

We're back here! He's hurt!

Nate, Kelly, is that you?

[soft footsteps approaching]

Shit.

Hi.

How was the steak?

It's $200 a portion, you know.

I don't suppose you're a rescue dog.

I didn't think so.

Hey.

Hey.

Back off from him.

[snaps fingers] Hey!

-[stammers] -[whines]

Hey!

Hey!

Get away from him.

Back off!

Bad dog!

Bad dog!

Hmm...

Hey!

Bad dog! Go away!

-[shouts] Oh, God! -[growls]

Oh. Uhh... [grunting]

Get the fuck away!

Get the fuck away from him!

[gasping and panting]

No.

[wails and moans]

No.

[gasps]

[groans]

-[gasps] Gerald? -What the hell?

Oh, my God. Thank God. I thought-- I thought you--

My goddamn arm!

-[stammers] I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. -The dog, right?

-You were so right. I was so wrong. -The one you fed.

Uncuff me and hold me. I'm so sorry, baby!

The goddamn dog.

That goddamn dog.

The goddamn dog you had to feed.

Smelled the blood, did what dogs do.

Fuck you, roadkill! I hope you choke!

Should've let you cut up all the steak. Maybe it would've filled him up.

But I guess they always smell fresher meat.

Do you remember the joke I told at Christmas last year?

You came up behind me.

I was, like, four or five into the night already.

I was loose but not slurring yet.

It was Tom Reynolds I was talking to...

in this low and conspiratorial, in that very specific "guys only" fucking tone

that says, "You'll appreciate this, brother, but only you."

You didn't hear the beginning of the joke, just the end...

"And what is a woman anyway?"

And I waited.

That cocky little pause I take before a punch line

that really makes me proud of myself,

and Tom said, "What?" like he already knew the answer,

and I said...

"A life support..."

Come on. "And what is a woman, anyway?"

-"A life support system for a cunt." -Yeah, that was it.

You never told me you heard it. You never raised an objection.

You smiled through the night, hated me a little bit,

-but never once brought it up. -Because you're not like that.

-You don't talk that way. -Yeah, was I just putting on a show?

For a client?

Stooping to his level to get something I needed,

or was that who I really was, underneath it all?

Don't ask a question you don't wanna know the answer to, I guess.

I guess.

A life support system for a stupid fucking cunt is more like it.

How many hours you been chained to that bed?

You never heard me breathe, not once. And you know the sound.

You've heard it every night for the last 11 years.

That tiny rumbling snore I make in the back of my throat

that sometimes. I make when I'm lost in thought. I forget myself. I zone out.

That tiny little "Gerald only" fucking purr.

Hours of not hearing that sound, total fucking silence, and you knew it.

Five minutes after my head hit the floor, you saw blood. You heard the silence,

and you knew it, but you just laid there, wasting precious minutes and hours

and breath and life, calling my fucking name, talking to a corpse on the floor.

What's happening?

Well, I'm pretty sure you just lost your mind.

Seeing a dog eating your husband will do that.

If you're gonna have a mental breakdown, that's a great excuse.

Right.

The blood stopped spreading.

A while ago.

And you did what you always do when it gets too much, you ran.

In here.

You just laid here, calling my name again and again,

and let critical time tick by

-like a stupid fucking-- -Stop it.

You should have been thinking about life support.

Maybe that's why you're remembering that joke now.

Gotta be for some reason, after all.

And why is that?

-Time. -That's right!

You're a life support system. You've been unplugged.

There's still juice in there, but the charge is running down.

And if you don't get out of the cuffs, it will go all the way to zero.

When did we get here?

One-ish, I think.

And how long till we got into bed?

-An hour, maybe more. -Call that two o'clock, then.

And I dropped dead...

Ten minutes, maybe, after.

When's the sun been setting?

-7:15 or so. -Oh, that's pretty close.

That's another 15, 20, tops. So, let's say... five hours, so far.

Five hours you've wasted,

screaming for neighbors that are half a mile away.

[both] If they're even here yet.

And, you know, if you really think about it...

-Nate and Kelly said they wouldn't-- -They wouldn't be heading up until June.

The maids came to prep for us yesterday.

Because the bed is made and the house is dusted.

Which means they're done and gone, and the grass...

-...was cut, fresh. -Which means no gardeners.

Because I arranged it all to get the place ready for us today.

And I wouldn't want them interrupting my little game,

so I probably gave them at least the weekend off.

-So, who could possibly-- -...possibly hear you scream?

Except Cujo over there?

[grunts]

-You tried that. -I know.

You can pull till your wrists break. You're not getting out of those cuffs.

[Jessie yells]

[bones cracking]

[laughs] I told you.

I told you.

[grunting]

It's that easy.

Oh, babe, you're really losing it now.

Except your hand won't fit through the cuff

and the bedpost is reinforced.

-Nice thought, though. -Shut up.

Don't listen to him. He's the reason we're here and look how he ended up.

I'm just telling her how things really are.

No, you're doing what you always did, minimizing, condescending.

Men aren't so much blessed with penises as cursed by them.

[laughs]

And we might die here today because of Gerald's five inches.

Our life has to add up to more than that.

-I can't get out. -What about the stories on the news,

where mothers lift their cars to save their children?

She's no mother.

What's that supposed to mean?

No maternal instinct.

-Your career always came first. -That's what you said.

Maybe you even started to believe it.

I'm not so sure you can hide things from me now.

You're wasting precious time here.

I can't get out.

-You have to. -I am chained to the goddamn bed!

Don't recite facts to me. Wake up.

Says the voice in your head.

This is you... all over.

Problem, panic, denial.

Hoping if you look away, it'll magically vanish.

If you don't wake up, you're gonna die in those handcuffs.

And we both know you've been sleepwalking since you were 12 years old.

-Not now. -If not now, when?

Not now, what?

He put you in those handcuffs way before Gerald did.

Who's "he"?

If I can get to the phone...

Phone's gonna die anyway. I never charged it.

Or did a load of laundry, for that matter.

Tough luck.

Okay, scrap that. Phone might as well be on Mars.

If you can't get off the bed...

live long enough for someone to find you on it.

Yeah.

[moans]

What's wrong?

My head hurts.

You know why?

Life support.

How long do you think someone lives without water?

Three days?

At best.

Yeah, seems like I've heard three days somewhere.

That feels about right.

And it's been, what? Five...

six, seven hours.

I wanted to please you so badly.

This was such a stupid fucking idea.

Remember when I first started taking those?

I hid it.

For what, six months?

I found the prescription.

You found it and never said anything.

But I knew you'd seen it, and I just stopped covering it up.

-We never talked about it, though. -There was that one time.

That one time.

Late one night, you tried without a pill, and it just wasn't working.

-I was as soft as a kitten. -Until...

-Until... -Until you held my wrists above my head.

-I hadn't done that before. -No, you had.

-This time, though... -I grabbed your throat.

-Softly, then I squeezed, didn't I? -Mm-hmm.

And, God, was I hard.

I was harder than you'd felt in years.

And you just laid there...

and I went to town...

and you moaned...

like a dutiful wife, never objected.

But, for the first time, first time in all those years, you wondered...

"Who exactly did I marry?"

We never really know, do we?

'Cause everybody's got a little corner in there somewhere.

A button... they won't admit they want pressed.

Year after year...

I barely gave you a glimpse of mine.

[Jessie 2] One thing for sure...

you're glad he took those little blue pills.

Huh?

You're glad.

I couldn't figure out...

what was wrong with me that you needed.

No, you're not listening. Take one, babe.

Now give it to her.

Wait, I--

Give it to her.

-Are you-- -Give her what she needs.

Nice.

[Jessie 2] Thank God for those pills.

For those little blue pills that made Gerald so thirsty.

Oh...

Okay. Okay.

[gasps, panting]

[panting]

You're smirking.

What?

[cuffs clank]

That's what.

-Stupid. -No.

[whimpers]

Don't you dare let it go.

-But I can't. -Put it down.

-Where? -Right where you caught it.

-Where you know you can reach it again. -Okay.

Careful.

[gasps]

Go away.

-Get the fuck away! -Look at me.

That dog is just doing what it has to, to get along, and you have to do the same.

-Focus. -But I can't!

You're right. Give up.

Come tomorrow, you and Gerald will be together again,

inside the fucking dog.

-Can we please get back to work now? -Mm-hmm.

[Gerald] I love this slip.

I love this slip.

Oh, good, I bought it special.

You bought it brand-new.

[slurping]

Mmm.

[gulps]

Leave some for later.

[pants]

Why can't I keep my eyes open?

Stress makes your adrenaline and cortisol levels skyrocket,

and now you're crashing.