All language subtitles for Euphoria (2017) 1080p WEBRip [xPau.se]

It is so good to see you.

I - I was afraid you'd cancel.

- Hello. We have a reservation for a double room.
- Your name?

- Emilie Thompson.
- Ines Thompson.

- So... Let me know if there's anything you need.
- Thank you.

- What a place.
- I wanted to treat us.

It's huge.

Yeah. It's so nice to get out of New York.

I read some reviews this morning
about your new exhibition.

That's fine...

I thought they were mean.
I'm sure you worked very hard.

They used to love you.

That's how it goes.

People don't like my work, but
at least they feel something.

It's very fancy.

I got more than I was
expecting for my flat.

- You've sold your apartment?
- Yeah. I moved out last week.

If I'm gonna go back to my studies,
a student room will be just fine.

Ladies, may I take your order?

Umm...

I'll have the Lobster and champagne.

The same.

I found this.

Look!

- What's this?
- Mum's ring.

I found this when I went through my stuff,
I thought you might want it?

No, keep it.

Cheers.

I'm so glad you came.
Grateful, that you took the time.

Of course.

- Excuse me?
- Yes? - Please...

Would one of you beautiful ladies
care to dance?

- Yeah.
- No.

- Why not.

Emilie.

So... Tell me about yourself, Emilie.

What is there to say?

I'm nobody. Alone, unimportant.

Full of unfulfilled dreams.

Actually, I'm here on
holiday with my sister.

Now, when her career isn't going
so well, she finally agrees to see me.

I don't have time to lie.

And why is that?

Just dance with me please...

You've got sensitive hands.

I'd love to go to bed with you, but...

I don't think that's possible I'm afraid.

Good night.

- Emilie?
- What happened to you? Is everything fine?

What happens? What...
Get the fuck...

I probably shouldn't have
drunk champagne.

There's just been a lot going
on in my head.

I just need to relax.

This place we're going
to will be so nice.

So calm.

So peaceful.

It'll be perfect.

Just perfect.

- Look!
- Oh!

That's so gorgeous!

- c'mon
- no. nope. Emilie?

- Tell me! Tell me!

Where are we going?

We are going to the most beautiful
place in the world.

Yeah, you already said that. C'mon.

It's, it's... very special.

The question is, can I have a
massage there?

- Of course, madame. As many as you wish
- Oh! Good!

Then I am happy.

Hello?, Hi!

Hello, can you hear me?

Well, I umm...

I saw the, the press photo
you're using and...

That's what you chose.

Well, I want you to use the other one.

The one where I'm not smiling.

Hello?

We're leaving the country.

I thought I told you?
Don't worry. It's not far now.

This is it.

Shouldn't they have a
sign-post or something?

They probably want to keep it
as anonymous as possible.

Well they've definitely succeeded with that.

- You must be Emilie.
- Yes.

And you must be her sister?

- And you are?
- I'm Marina. I'm Emilie's personal companion.

I'm so glad you made it. Most of our
guests prefer the helicopter option.

It's a bit of a walk, but if you
get tired, we'll help you.

Are we going through here?

It's not so far.
You'll manage.

Here we are.

- Is it like you imagined?
- Even better.

This is where most of the guests
love to come when they're alone.

Or with their
partners or friends.

Just sit here, play
chess, be quiet.

You have to sign in first.
Reception is through there.

Let me know if there is
anything you need.

Hello? Hi! Welcome.

Please, come in.

Hi. Aaron.

- And you must be Emilie.
-Yes.

Please, sit down.

So, first things first.
Passports please.

Thank you.

Here you go.

We have a medical certificate, lawyer's
documents, and proof of payment.

So everything seems to be
in order. Thank you.

I'm sure you know how
everything works here -

- but I'm legally required to run it
all through with you -

in person, before we can continue.

Unlike other organizations, we offer our guests
a service created for, and by the individual.

Freedom of choice is our utmost concern,
and serving that choice is our aim.

There are a selection of activities you can chose
from - you'll find a schedule by the front entrance.

We try to accommodate our guests'
unique desires and wishes -

- in order to make their final days as fulfilling
and comforting as possible.

Emilie. Should you choose to continue -

- your leaving will take place
in six days from now.

Each leaving, is preceded by a bell.

The individual is taken to the leaving cabin and
is offered a drink containing a strong sedative -

- that will put them to sleep.

What do you mean?

The choice to drink is left
entirely to the individual.

A week later, the body will be transported
to the address you have provided..

Photographs are not permitted.

Do you have any questions?

Where are my bags?

- I don't know.
- well can you go and get somebody to get my bags.

Try to calm down. I'm not well.

Your bags are already
in your room.

- I will take you there.
- What are you doing?

- It's ok
- what the...

Don't you fucking touch me!

You do not have to do anything.
You just have to stay with me.

What do you mean you're not well?

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna have a shower. We can
talk when you have calmed down.

I'm not going to calm down! I want you to
tell me what is going on!

I just want a bath!

I was diagnosed three years ago.

I had chemo, but it didn't work.

It's everywhere.

I don't have long left.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to scare you.

I didn't want to give you
a reason not to come.

I had the right to know.

Really?

I dont 'think so.

I tried.

I tried to call.

But you didn't pick up.

I waited, but you
never called back.

A while later you emailed
saying that you were busy.

And then...

I do not know.

Time went by and...
I lost the words.

And this place?

This is how I want to leave.

Emilie?

Sugar Puffs?

Yeah. We always had them when we
were little. Don't you remember?

No.

Mum's Blueberry Pancakes.

I sent them the recipe.

Perfect.

I'm sorry if you feel like I
do not respect you -

- but I really think that
we should get out of here.

You need proper care.

If you leave, I'll still do it.

Have some pancakes. They're good.

jezuz...

Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.

And breakfast was wonderful.
Everything, just as I wanted.

Oh, I'm glad to hear that!

And Ines, how are you today?

Fine.

- Well I thought that...
- Excuse me, umm...

What are you doing with these people?

- We're helping them.
- Really?

We can't save their lives, but
these last days are important.

So people can leave in the
right way for them.

This is a free zone.

Without the world to judge.

So Emilie, what would you like to do today?

I was hoping the three of
us could sit and talk.

Of course.

- Follow me.
- Emilie...

No music, thank you.

So... Emilie?

There's some I wanted to talk about, umm...

I wrote them down.

I have never been able
to control my feelings.

Everything has always flooded
straight into me.

My sister, on the other hand -

- has always been very clear.

She can turn her emotions on and off
feeling exactly what she wants to feel -

- when she wants to feel it.

It all began when dad left
with another woman.

I was nine, my sister was seven.

Mum, never got over it.

I stayed by her side. I tried to stop her
from slipping through the gaps.

- but there was no way...

Five years ago she hung
herself in the woods.

Just stop it.

What are you doing?

What could she possibly say about that?

You told me yesterday that you were dying,
and now you want me to sit here in this place -

- in front of this woman and talk about
our childhood. Is that what you want?

You never wanted to talk about it.

I don't need to listen to this.

This is not going to happen.

Those charming bells of death.

I do not think that is allowed.

It's personal. For inspiration.

So you're above the rules, are you?

Art's above the rules.

I don't dislike rules.

It's just that I have never found any
sufficiently worthwhile to follow.

- I understand everything.
- hmm..

But I have yet to find the
meaning in anything.

Can I take a photo of you?

It's alright.

I have a stage three
terminal brain tumour.

- What about you? You do not look sick.
- I'm here with my sister.

Is she artistic too?

No.

It's just me.

It keeps me together.

I don't understand this place.

People tend to think that there's
some kind of meaning.

Something they should be able to understand before they die.

There is nothing to understand.

You just die.

They refuse to accept that their
lives are completely meaningless.

Especially women.

I mean, why would a life suddenly become
important only because you are about to die?

People come here and give up.

It's pathetic.

So what's the alternative?

Carry on with futile
hospital treatments?

More suffering, for
even higher bills?

I don't think so...

Thankfully, places like this allow
those of us who can afford it -

- to pay for a comfortable death.

In the end, we're all pathetic.

That's quite artistic, don't you think?

Yes, to be one with the night

one with myself

with the candles flame which
looks me in the eyes...

unfathomable and still

one with the aspen

like trembles and whispers

one with the crowds of the flowers
leaning out of the darkness

and listening to something
I had on my tongue to say

but never got said...

something I don't want to
reveal, even if I could.

I'm sorry.

And the flame rises

It is as though the flowers crowded

nearer, nearer and
nearer the light

in a rainbow of shimmering points

Aspen trembles and plays,
the evening roots go on.

I will do my best.

And all that was
inexpressible and distant

and inexpressible and near.

I sing about the only
thing that reconciles

only of what is practical
To all alike...

I'm tring to think about the things
that have been beautiful in my life.

Like what?

Just small... everyday
things, really.

Sunrises.

When it's cold in winter and
you come into the warm.

Soft things.

I've never had particularly great sex.

- No?
- No.

Maybe I was just scared.

I think I've spent my entire
life being scared.

Of what?

Come on.

Tell me about the best
sex you've ever had.

- Uh, I don't know...
- Umm...

Well there was this time, in Madrid.

It was after a dinner with this gallery
artist after an exhibition.

You have sex with the gallery artist?
- No, it wasn't.

It was his son.

And the son also had a
very cute girlfriend.

Go on.

Go on?? What do you want me to say?

Details. I want details.

They drove me to my hotel -

- and I guess had way too
much to drink -

- and definitely.. I couldn't guess what...

well, they just asked if they could
join me up to my room, really...

- They did?
- Yeah.

Did you like it?

Yes.

Come on. I want to know.

Really, what do you want me to say?

Details? Details, you want me to tell how she
unbuttoned my blouse and how she kissed my breasts?

Yes, you tell me! I want to know everything.

Why?

Becasue, you owe me

We went up to my room.

She took my hand...

and she laid me down on the bed.

And then she pulled my knickers aside
and let her tongue slide in.

He unbuttoned his trousers
and walks across the room...

towards the bed and I turned
around and I pulled her up her skirt...

and licked her beautiful,
wonderful cunt...

while her boyfriend
penetrated me from behind.

Oh my God !!!

- Happy?
- When was this?

I do not know.

Summer, like four or five years ago.

August. Five years ago.

How long have you been awake?

- Coffee?
- Yes please.

What are you doing?

Do you have any idea how much
work it is to arrange a funeral?

- You won't be arranging mine, will you?
- Emilie

You'll just hire some party
planner to sort it all out.

No... So while I was
burying Mum alone -

- were you in Madrid having
the best sex of your life.

I just can't stand what goes through someones head
when they don't turn up to their own mothers funeral

Maybe it was a case of
being constructive.

She was dead already.

You don't automatically become a better person
just because you've lived your life in floods of tears.

What the fuck!!

Stop it! Stop it!

What is it? What happens?

- I cannot breathe.
- Yes, you can. Yes you can. Shhhhh...

Gently... Gently

I don't want to feel this like this!!

I do not want to be the kind of
person who who feels like this!

Emilie, you can do this. You know you can.
Don't be afraid. Come on.

Come on, you can do this. Come on.
Come on, we'll go to a quiet place.

No point talking when you're like
this, you have to calm down.

- I want to know why.
- What?

- Why don't you respect me?
- Here we go...

You treat me like shit!

You left me to take care of mum.

In and out of hospital just
trying to keep her alive.

I waited for you to call. She
asked for you, do you know that?

No.

And I lied. Different lies all the time...

"She swamped at work. Yeah, she
called yesterday, but she's broken her leg."

I just couldn't tell her you
didn't give a fuck about us.

You know I can't be responsible
for your happiness!

It just doesn't work that way!
Life doesn't work that way.

You're not human.
You think like a machine.

You don't get any bonus points in heaven, just
because walk around feeling so bloody sorry for yourself!

Maybe that's not the world you
want to live in, but that's how it is.

That's reality. That's what it's like to ge a grown-up.
Sometimes you have to shut things down to survive.

That's what everything has
always been about.

You, and your fucking survival.

Scroll down.. Scroll down... Stop.
Take out any reference to that woman.

Barking mad. Now...

down to this, umm, you know, all those poor
people. Can we get into that?

May I...?

Yes. now. Can we make it look
as if I am hugging refugee?

What are you doing?

She can tweak things about you on the net.

So that if anybody googles you
in a few years time

- you'll appear to be much nicer than
the person you perhaps really are...

Emilie?

Look. I'm sorry.

Google Ines Thompson.

- What are you doing?
- Ines Thompson...

Uh, there are some photos here,
serveral reviews...

Was there something specific
you wanted me to change for you?

Go ahead. You know how to handle this.

Wait... Wait!

I understand that you must be
going through hell right now.

You have no FUCKING idea!!

I was miles away.

Would you like a drink?

Your sister is scared.

I was naive to bring her here.

You are not naive, Emilie. You are
thoughtful, kind, and intelligent.

And, you've done everything you can.

Here.

Why are you here?

I came with my husband
two years ago.

- Where is he now?
- He left here.

And you've been here ever since?

I found no reason to go back.

Stop. No.

Emilie? Tell me. Tell me.

Where are we going?

We're going to the most
beautiful place in the world.

Yeah, you already said that, c'mon.

It's. It's very special.

Excuse me but uh...

- When does the helicopter leave?
- Tomorrow morning.

Is there room for one more person?

There you are.

Grab a drink.

- What's going on?
- It's my farewell party.

I paid them so much money
they couldn't possibly refuse.

Do not be party pooper! Relax!

♫

You're on your way to making
an old man very happy! It's True!

Are you enjoying yourself Just take care of you.

Great... Fireworks!!!

Cheer up.

Wooo !!

OH! Look at that...

I'd like to sleep with you.

What?

Sorry... Nothing.

You do not know me.

Does that matter?

I look ridiculous.
I have scars everywhere.

My dick doesn't work.

So I can't... fuck.

I do not know...

But when I saw you here...

You were just so beautiful.

Fucking hell.

It's like everything I'm thinking's
just coming out of my mouth... Sorry.

Okay.

I didn't mean to force my self on you in any way.

Right... More music!!

Go on, play my favorite, the one I like.
It's what your paid for, come on.

Uh, yeah, enough. That's
enough, enough, enough, enough enough...

Talk about flogging a dead horse....

Oh, nevermind.

I want you to comfort me.

Just give me s... put the
fucking macaroon down

Comfort me! It's what you're paid for.
Give me some comfort you FUCKING wanker!

You're just a, a fucking amateur!

y... christ !

Alright, Alright, Alright.

Oh God...

Okay.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Are you gonna let him go out like this?

Our job, is to allow him to
make his own decisions.

He's free.

I was, umm... professional
football player.

...going straight to the top.

I could have been so fucking good.

What happened?

Car crash.

That's all?

It might not mean much to you.

- But for me...
- But, you're healthy otherwise

You are not sick.

It's just your legs?

My whole life went down the
drain when I lost them.

Everything I was.

But the rest of your body...

I hate this body.

It's fucking...

disability...

I don't know what to do with it.

It disgusts me.

How can you say that?

I can't do this anymore.

I can see that.

Can we go somewhere?

Just you and I.

Before I leave.

So...

What will you do when you get home?

- I do not know.
- Of course you do.

Tell me.

What are you doing next week?

I've ordered some, umm...
some new...

walls for my studio.

But I do not know if they're gonna fit
through the back door.

What else?

Sleep. Sleep, Maybe...

I'm gonna...

start to... look for my next.. project

After those reviews...
Something new.

I guess there'll be...

just a lot of work to do.

You've always left me!
You've always left me!

Emilie?

I'm sorry. Emilie?

Come here. So... Hey.
Wake up. Emilie?

Hey... Emilie?

Help!

Help!

She doesn't have much time left.

But she's not going to die today.

The helicopter is ready.

So you're leaving.

I just make things worse.

There's something I wanted to
show you before you go.

Just come with me. They'll wait for you.

Come on in.

Open it! - Open it!

She drowns in her emotions

She's always been like that.

Dad left, and she and mum just clung to
each other - dragged each other down.

I refuse to live as a victim.

Your mother died of a broken heart.

Mum died because of weakness.

She died because she couldn't
handle life, as it is.

She stopped going to work.

She woudn't eat.

She couldn't...

She couldn't pay the bills
She couldn't go and buy cigarettes.

So you had to go and do that.

You had to go out and buy cigarettes and milk
for the money that you got from social services -

because your mother was no longer a mother
because your family was no longer a family

She failed.

drowning herself in the bath, putting
her head in the oven... sleeping pills

Do you know what? When she actually
succeeded, that was a relief.

Yes.

That's how it was when mum died.

A relief.

- Come here.
- No...

Shhh... Shhhh...

shhhhh....

It is okay.

I miss my mum.

I miss her so much.

Do you remember that summer in the house?

That houses out on the island.

Mum borrowed it from someone.

- Do you remember?
- It was so hot.

You taught me to swim.

That was summer before dad left.

There was a piano upstairs.

And dad used to sit and play.

The window was open.

All night, yeah.

It was so hot.

I was happy then.

Everybody was happy that summer.

You used to braid my hair in the morning.

There was a kiosk we used to
walk to, to buy ice cream.

Remember?

We were bare foot.

Sometimes we passed a tractor.

I held your hand.

You held it tight like mum
said you should.

You held my hand.

- Emilie Thompson?
- Yes.

Please...

I hereby ask you, Emilie Thompson,
if you are absolutely certain -

- answering of your own free will
that you wish to leave

Yes.

As you know, it tastes bitter.

After you drink it, I will offer you
a sweet to take away the taste.

Then, a few seconds later
you will fall asleep.

And, in a few minutes,
your breathing will cease.

Are you sure this is what you want?

Yes.

I have something for you.

Tell me. What are you going
do with your material?

- What do you mean?
- The images you took here. The films.

Are you going to use them in your work?

I don't know.

Just be honest with
yourself, that's all...

Off you go now.

Go on.

Thank you so much.