All language subtitles for oblivion-ita-srt-sarmad

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The world has left,
and I must bring you.

997.

They told me he was an old man.

He was 76 years old.

He was not from these parts.

One night he ironed
his blue silk shirt,

he packed his suitcase
and left home.

In the note he left
to the family he said

who was going to the
nearest bus station

to take the first bus out,
whatever the destination.

Once he arrived, no matter where,

he would have spent the night there.

The next morning early,

he would go to the nearest
station to get the first bus,

again, whatever the
destination was.

This was what the note said.

And that's how that gentleman
ended up here, four months later.

Believe me,

it's a nice ending for a movie.

Ready?

Yes Madam. Good morning, tell me.

My deepest condolences.

I am saddened by his loss.

My condolences, madam.

But tell me, who is dead?

How old was?

He left too early.

And tell me,

how old is he?

I am at your disposal.

It will be a pleasure to meet you.

Goodbye Lady.

Yes Yes Yes.

THE VERSES OF THE OBLIO

End of the race.

IDENTIFIED

Excuse me,

-do you work here?
-Yes.

I'm lost.

-It is not far, I accompany her.
- I get lost even with a map.

I also lost last week.

I found the grave of a woman who
had the same name as my mother.

And I sat there.

I started to cry.

And then his family has arrived!

You married your
cousin, did not you?

Have we met before?

For her, you killed three men.
With a pair of scissors.

They gave you fifteen years.

I already saw you...

We were fellow prisoners.

You have been released
after 2679 days.

-How many days?
-2679.

When you heard that they
gave you temporary freedom,

and that you would be
released 13 days later,

you asked me to write a
letter to your cousin.

What's your name?

I do not remember the names.

Do you remember every
detail except names?

It's a short walk.

Wait up.

Is it true that I asked you to
write a letter to my cousin?

My love, I hope you are well.

Thank God I'm fine.

In 13 days I will be free.

Thanks to my good behavior,

they gave me temporary freedom.

I count the days that separate me

from being able to hug you again.

With commitment I'm
learning to read and write,

and if God wants,
I can teach you.

I think a lot about you.

Soon we'll be together.

May God protect you from all evil.

Amen.

It's true.
I never wrote them again.

Here she is.

Sure.

My friend, wait.

I wanted to thank you.

I'm asking for something...

why did they reduce my sentence?

Help the guards.

How?

The lime.

You helped them with lime.

I have never worked
with lime or chalk.

No, I've never been a laborer.

Do you know what?

I make terrible nightmares.

So they tell me.

But the next day, I do
not remember anything.

I told you, I have a bad memory.

But there's one thing I know for sure:

I swear

that I have never worked lime.

You had a bucket for lime.

Every night, after the shooting
of political prisoners

they took you to the
execution yard.

Your job was to cover their
spilled blood with lime.

They paid you with the clocks
they took from the corpses.

The following morning, you sold them
in the yard to the common inmates.

Old bastard.

Dirty liar!

Old shit!

A fisherman and his son made a
surprising discovery on the beach:

seven whales ran aground.

Hundreds of volunteers
rushed to save them,

wetting them with buckets of water.

According to legend, these mystical
animals are the messengers of the ocean.

Experts do not know yet
why these creatures,

who are among the smartest mammals
in the world, commit suicide.

However, there are numerous theories.

I was near the square.

I was going to look for invitations.

When I saw the first patrol, I
realized something was happening.

I got back in the car,
and I locked myself in.

Suddenly, hundreds of
policemen arrived.

They started firing tear
gas and beating people.

A stone hit my windshield.

I could not take the invitations.

We will have to call
the guests one by one.

After the church, we will go home.

Wine, chat.

Come around 6 o'clock.

-My wife will be sorry if you do not come.
- I'll come.

Be careful with the windshield.

I can see well.

Rieccola.

-Does it come often?
- Every last Sunday of the month.

How long?

Today is the 249th Sunday.

Why does nobody tell him?

Since they opened the new mortuary
they stopped bringing the bodies here.

Only two remain.

They will soon close us.

Close your eyes!
Close them! Close them!

Close your eyes!
Is there anyone else?

You're alone?

Six, nine, twelve.

-Twelve cold stores, ten are empty.
- Twelve cold rooms, ten are empty!

What's your name?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

Are you alone here?. Lord?

Lord.

Here we are.

Force old, walk.

Come on.

Stop.

Kneel. Kneel!

First of all, do not
go back to the morgue.

Secondly, I leave you at the cemetery
office at the north entrance.

Tell them that they blindfolded you,

thrown to the ground and beat
your head to the ground.

At your age, you do not remember
anything with a similar blow.

You did not see anything, you did not hear anything.
Is very important.

They need time to organize.

With all those demonstrations, they could
not risk going to the downtown hospital.

Right now, they're looking
for a place to throw bodies.

After,

they'll pretend
nothing happened.

It can split as you drive.

Believe me.

When someone dies,

the whole world dies with him.

Not simply a world, but...

the world dies with him.

Poor are those who remain,

they must continue the search for a
final for their story by themselves.

Every story needs a final.

998.

They told me that the doctors
gave him two weeks of life,

but he was waiting for his daughter,
who was coming back from abroad

She was a daughter of exile.

After the return of the
so-called "democracy"

he had returned,

but her daughter stayed
with her mother.

He remarried, but he had no other children.

They had not seen her
daughter for 18 years.

Finally, she arrived.

And he died two minutes
after seeing her.

I convinced the widow to
come and visit the grave.

Here it comes.

Really?

Perfect.

Now go, my friend.

Go to the officer and tell him
what happened to you.

Say you banged your head against something.
Go now!

Go, man. Go.

This is not a simple cemetery.

People out there:
employees, bosses, directors,

businessmen, ministers, even the
president, everyone will end up here.

We have political and
cultural responsibilities.

You should know that.

What was he doing on Sunday?

-I work every day of the week.
- This is illegal.

You do not work on Sundays.

Did not you see anyone?

-No, sir.
-No what?

-I did not see anyone.
-Nothing?

No, sir.

Good, very well.

It is a good thing that
I have not seen anyone.

He came from the right person ..

She saw nothing, did not hear anything.
She was not there.

It's for his own good.

How long have you been working here?

7686 days.

His accent is curious.

Well, the morgue is
closed and she's retired.

Happy?

There are still two bodies left.

Died. What could happen
to a man if he died?

Good.

Go back to his village, play
with his grandchildren.

-Do you have grandchildren?
-No.

Buy a dog!
It will do you good.

Take advantage of the time left to you.

Stop.

Maybe they were in a hurry.

Maybe they had to get
rid of other bodies.

They took away 11 mortuary bags,

So they were in a hurry
and left a body.

If I forgot it,

They'll be back.

I just hope they
forgot to forget.

Because if you remember
what they forgot...

they have not forgotten.

Believe me, the oblivion of oblivion.

This!

This is the real oblivion.

They'll be back.

To bury it with other bodies.

In the hills,

without a name,

without trace.

Like that winter.

Yes. That winter

without stories.

Believe me:

some people have to die like that.

And others have no
idea what death is.

Like the one I'm
digging for now.

999.

They told me that

she died in a car accident.

Shot down like stray dogs

The desaparecidos do not exist

Temporary suspension
of the right to strike

3 terrorists and other 6 terrorists killed
in armed conflict with law enforcement

Terrorism: rising crime

The police report?

The morgue certificate?

The birth certificate?

I lost it.

Thing?

What was it for...

this alarm clock?

How do I know that your
daughter is her daughter?

The law!

The law is the law.

I need...

the birth certificate

to stamp it

and give her
permission to burial.

It was a long time ago.

How can you find a
birth certificate now?

What was the alarm for?

What should I do now?

For what?

-For my daughter.
- What daughter?

It's the same age as your daughter.

Good.

A decent funeral is not cheap.

And the other concessions?

Must keep in mind

that the vigil and the funeral service
in this cemetery are expensive.

It would be better in
a cheaper cemetery.

Why not bury her in
her home village?

Sit down, please.

Sit down.

He told me he owns a
small concession.

Show me where it is.

-Under the big tree?
-Yes.

-Is it a perpetual concession?
- Yes.

He must have bought it a
long time ago because

Perpetual concessions can
no longer be bought.

Eternity has become shorter now!

15 years.

It depends.

You own a really
good concession.

Near the north entrance.

Under the big tree.

If he sells it,

he could buy two concessions
in his native village.

Two, for a great price.

Three!

Four!

1000.

1000...

So we arrived at number 1000.

They told me that

this woman is still alive.
Yes, yes.

He is 80 years old and is healthy.

It is not sick, it has nothing.

It is in perfect shape.

But he says he knows that
his moment has arrived.

He says he has lived a sufficient
number of days and nights

and that's the time to leave.

He prepared everything.

He called his sons, to spend
his last days with them.

He even bought meat and wine!

And also a good wine.

Later, he will
bring me a bottle.

Believe me,

nobody believes her,

but he is about to die.

You must dig his grave.

What is it?

But I do not know his story...

-Are his invitations for marriage?
- Yes.

Congratulations. And she?

-The announcement of a funeral.
- Condolence.

Wait a moment.

His is the announcement of the
funeral, Again, condolences.

In these days we have closed
due to the demonstrations.

We reopen today and we
have no more paper.

However we do not want
to delay his order.

There are still some
electoral posters

and my boys printed
the ad on the back.

So that his work is
ready, here it is.

Quality paper, good graphics,

a beautiful typography.

A little sad.

It's perfect!

VOTE FOR THE RIGHT CANDIDATE
THE PAST WILL PASS!

On the other side: you will not
see, once glued to the wall.

You do not pay me the card.

Condolence.

1001.

There are no more stories...

What are you doing here?

Had he not retired?

Two bodies, sir. The rest is empty.
One of the cells does not open.

Does not work.

For some time I have advised
the administration.

So there were two bodies?

Yes, sir.

What was he doing here on a Sunday?

I keep the mortuary open
every day of the week.

This is against the law.

Did you see someone?

I fell and slammed my head.

I do not remember anything.

Just her...

does not remember anything?

Yes, that's news.

-Turn on the light.
- There is no electricity here.

I use candles.

Quiet.

Damn it, how big!

What's great?

Do you hear me?

-Do you have any other candles?
-No, sir.

Come back here!

-Go find him.
- Yes.

Go find him.

Come on, go.

Hey!

Do you hear me?

-I do not see anything.
- Did you find it?

-Where are you?
- Here.

-Here where?
- Here, here!

You're not here, you're there, deficient!

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Go back!

Back!

Back!

At the new mortuary the
administration told me

that you were back at
your home village.

She is still in the morgue.

I was there.
They changed the lock.

I have to take her away from there.

They will come back, and they will not leave you alone.
Do you realize it?

I do not expect you to help me.

Tomorrow your daughter is getting married.

Since the demonstrations began, I
have begun to make nightmares.

I do not sleep.

I feel like someone
takes me by the feet

try to drag me

I do not know where.

I try to scream, I call
my wife, my daughter...

but I have no voice.

Then...

I see a face.

The face of a young man.

And this face

keep changing.

Here, here ..

How are you my friend?

Thank you for coming.

How do you find me?

Well very well.

Wonderfully.

I told our friend not to come, because
today his daughter is married.

Are there many women?

Save it for the wedding.

The priest has not arrived yet.

It will come.

He will come with all his power and
glory, to judge the living and the dead.

We all get up.

We have little time to
devote to the living,

but all eternity
to love the dead.

There, underground, I will lie down
for eternity.

Alive. If this is your
will, believe me: live!

And challenge the most
holy laws of Paradise.

Amen.

Stay seated please.

Please go and sit down.

Father.

-Is delayed?.
- Yes, yes.

Our father,

that you are in the heavens,
let your name be sanctified.

Come your kingdom,

Thy will be done on earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts

as we forgive them
to our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Someone wants to say something
in memory of our dear sister?

One of the beached whales has been
saved, but not the other six.

Rescuers, who have worked
tirelessly in the last days,

they took advantage of the high tide to
push the female whale into the water.

The whale continues to swim near the
shore, where the other six have died.

Particularly social animals, whales
hold strong ties to each other.

They suffer from the loss
of their loved ones.

Animals cling to the
bodies of their dead,

that they are children, comrades or
family members and refuse to leave them.

A behavior similar
to that of humans.

Two glasses of wine.

This.

Sorry.

Here it is.

Health, my friends.
Long life to death, that life is short.

-How was the funeral?
- Good. Wonderfully.

When the funeral is over,
the marriage has begun!

-Is not there live music?
- The group is getting ready.

Who I am?

Groom friends.
Electronic music.

No, it can not be good.

The night will be short.

Our music will not only wake the
dead, make them dance with us!

But since we play at weddings?

This is my new job.
I finished digging.

So tell me, what's the story?

-Which story?
- What story?

Tell him, my friend.

If you want me to play, you have to tell
him how the couple got to know each other.

You have to keep the bill.
What night is this?

Well, it's the first night.

They told me

that the bride and groom
met in the elevator.

They both ascended.

They went to the eleventh floor.

Start from here.

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