All language subtitles for All.The.Sounds.Of.The.Sea.2012.720p.BluRay

My name doesn't matter.

My identity changes as needed.

I've been out of the world for twenty years

I can be anyone,

being no one.

Perhaps I don't exist.

I'm a ghost, a specter.

I didn't run away.

Let's say I made a choice,

deliberate,

at a certain point in life

so I vanished.

I decided to officially not exist.

The police, the tax people, the social security people,

banks, registries...

I elude

I'm not on any radar

and this total lack of identity benefits my employers.

They Ship

goods.

I haul them.

I know my job.

Kiss, who's the boss,

did business with the Russians,

now he works for capitalists.

He makes money.

Always.

Laci's his protégé.

Thomas is the only one I might call a friend

Let's celebrate!

He has the goods on me and me on him.

That keeps us tied.

The boy who looks like he's asleep is Gabor,

the techie.

A genius,

there are many here.

They're talented,

they say.

My dear! How are you?

He always sends the right information:

where there's traffic,

where the cops are.

He tracks delivery status,

from Hungary to Italy.

I can't escape him,

but then why should I?

Thomas is from England:

a well-known family,

aristocrats.

He went to college

and had a ball:

drugs, whores.

That's why he came here

and has a career:

he's head of logistic.

And then Aylena was here,

that little Hungarian starlet he met in London.

A month of passion

and then she dumped him.

She only calls him when she gets lonely.

But he thinks they have a future.

He thinks it's true love.

That couldn't happen to me.

Mainly because I don't delude myself.

I haul,

I know how it's done.

When I'm not traveling

I live in a place

that doesn't exist.

A hotel an Arab bought years ago.

They starting renovating it

and then changed their minds.

I could change rooms every night.

I'm the only guest.

But I'm a fastidious person,

I have my habits.

I amuse myself keeping my identities alive,

invented people

but with their own lives,

their own histories:

I'm the Arab who owns an abandoned hotel in Budapest,

I'm an attorney from Mainz

and a Buffalo pediatrician...

I can live other lives

but I don't have my own.

To born and to die as often as needed,

being and not being.

I chose not to feel anything anymore,

but I can't help sense when other people suffer.

I feel how bitter he is about where life's taken him.

He could have had so much more

and wound up working for tart traffickers.

It must hurt somewhere.

He tries to fill his life with his obsession for Aylena.

It won't work.

Nothing fills up what you're lacking,

nothing replaces what you've lost.

He'll spend the night with her,

he wants to tell me about it;

I know from how he moved his hands.

He's addicted to her,

to her suffering.

Tomorrow he'll feel even worse.

No eating in the car.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Laci has been working with Kiss for about fifteen years.

Kiss doesn't like to travel,

he prefers Laci to.

He's clever, Laci,

but can't see past his own nose.

While the old man sees the whole picture,

he's learned to look farther.

Sit down.

The Miskolc contact called.

What will you sing me?

Süss fel napot? (Bake your day?)

Go!

What a beautiful song.

Are you staying? Laura should stay at least.

Here you go the tea.

Go to pl?-BY

The Miskolc contact called,
they thought that everything was okay but...

The information had to reach us first,

in case the girl shouldn't be picked up.

But from the time she's picked up
we have to handle the situation.

The minute she gets in the car the transaction is complete.

Laura show me that toy,

come here, come here...

Ok, it's fallen, come here.

Thomas is already on it.

At that point it's our problem.

Look! There is the engine inside!

It won't be any problem. Thomas is already on it.

The important things is not losing control of the situation
and not making mistakes.

Bring it to your mum.

Let's not be rash,

everything can be resolved,

we can't fail.

Of course.

What do we do'?

You know, Laci,

I've been in this business for long, long time.

I haul

things, People-

Makes no difference which.

My responsibility stops with what I do myself.

I haul things, people.

I know how to do it.

I want no other responsibilities.

That's why I chose.

To be born and die as many times as needed.

Being

and not being.

Come in.

With all we have to do...

It might have something to do with the orphanage.

Put Zoltan on it, for God's sake,
I've no time to waste on someone already dead.

There's a notice from Interpol, the girl's a foreigner.

Who cares,

she's already taking work in Vienna or Berlin by now...

The girl looks at everything like seeing it the first time.

She's hungry for life, Nora.

You're escaping, too.

From what?

Who knows what you thought you'd find at the end of this trip.

I never get how it's possible.

to be so willing to be overwhelmed.

By life, by emotions.

I've done everything to avoid that.

Thomas can't do without it.

He can't control his feelings, his emotions.

It seems he just can 'z'.

Everything becomes an obsession.

It's a risk I can't afford to take.

Move!

Even vanishing,

like I decided to,

isn't so hard.

It's nearly all a question of money:

wives, mothers, relatives.

Being well off gives them a tranquil life

and will quickly heal the pain of loss.

Plus you need an accomplice testifying to your death,

which happens so your body can't be found.

The sea is the best idea.

The sea hides everything.

This complicity has to be paid for, too.

If he's old,

enough money to keep him for
the rest of his days will be his best bet.

The risks will be minimal

and we'll be sure that he'll soon take
the secret to his grave.

Get out,

I'm leaving you here.

Get out.

Don't move.

Don't move.

Good evening. You stopped on the crub,
documents please.

He doesn't speak Hungarian, go ahead.

Maybe I haven 't lived a real life.

But I've always been able to invent myself a fake one...

...today the new chief of police,
Mr Molny Tibor took up his post

and in a press conference
announced tough law enforcement

measures against organised crime
and illegal trafficking affecting Hungary.

I would like to tell you all that from today
there will be change

and very soon you will see the initial results

weakness in the face of
organised crime and illegal trafficking

of any kind will no longer be tolerated.

I would like to add... that when I speak
about results in the short term,

I mean in just a few hours, not a few months...

We have some difficult cards to play, investigations that
I am forced to keep confidential pending final developments,

which I assure you, will not take long...

And yet at times something comes back.

First they're seemingly unlinked images,

flashes,

then they're faces.

A river of images becomes an ocean of memories.

But if I just wait a little

it all disappears.

My name is Nora. I can clean. I can iron.

Last night they slept in Veszprem,

Today he took off again.
They should pass the border in a few hours.

This is not the solution.

Tell Thomas to abort delivery.

You heard me, didn't you?

Yes.

This delivery has gone bad,

let's not run useless risks.

Got it.

Got it.

My city is so beautiful.

Everything has changed.

I'm tired.

When you lose your identity

you lose your memories, too.

Everything that was becomes
a sequence of faded photographs.

Indistinguishable in the abyss of neutrality.

And if some picture does remain,

it's the one you'd have wanted to cancel most.

Often it's only vague sensations:

colors, the fog, the sea.

All the hotel rooms,"

the unmade beds abandoned in the morning

and never returned to.

Give It to me.

Calm down, calm down.

And this?

What the hell...

Why you don't say anything?

Suddenly something comes back.

A river of images becomes an ocean of memories.

I start distinguishing the outlines.

They fit together again.

And me?

Where I am going?

I mistakenly thought I could wipe out the past.

Forever.

But now everything's coming back:

people, places,

murmurs, emotions.

Emotions.

Emotions can't be controlled.

Why did you do that?

Are you angry?

You don't want me here, do you...

Say something.

Say something.

If you don't want me here, just tell me.

You beat me because you wish I wasn't here?

Good, great...

Laci, mate, I'm happy to see you,
well done, you've done great.

What about the money?

Laci, listen... this is European, German stuff...
can you feel the rhythm?

I'll just take my money and go...

Yeah sure, you've earned it, you were great, right Piotr?

The money's here but the girl hasn't been found yet...

The only thing I had to say was
she was clean and nobody will come looking for her.

Sure, but didn't you wonder why? Did you get it?

I don't wanna know why.

If the girl isn't released then it's useless,
you understand, the police must find her. Alive.

Laci, mate. The bitch isn't important, what's important
is that she takes to your boss and that she's alive.

Everything is part of the same thing and you were great...
But we need her alive.

I don't care, I'll just take the money

Wait a minute.

Wait, just think for a second...

don't you think it's better to earn a whole load
of money later than a little bit now?

Just look at how you're dressed
for fuck's sake, you have no fucking taste.

Take this shirt mate,

400 Euros, Italian, Dolce & Gabbana hey?
I dunno Piotr, is it Dolce & Gabbana?

Moschino. Ferenc's got Dolce & Gabbana,
you've got Moschino.

Ahhh I dunno, but it's fucking nice, Moschino,
I've gotta give you one hey mate?

No thanks.

It's better to work with us, isn't it? We're the new guys.
Laci, your boss is gone, think about it.

No it's alright...

You've let him down Laci, you're a Judas to him...

You're already dead, your boss won't forgive...
but maybe it's him who's dead, finished...

The girl's the bate, funny isn't it?
The girl is the fucking bate and you let her go...

Gimme the phone.

...are you sure?

The girl is vital for our image.

Help me find the girl and I'll free you
from the old guy and his gang.

One less to worry about...

Now I've got to get going,

the press conferance is starting.

We have just a double bedroom.

Fine, thank you.

I need your passport.

OK.

You've got to be strong now...

No, I didn't know where he
was going, what did they tell you?

Um... Yeah, sure...

your husband, Laci,

he would have been a good father but you'll manage,
I'll help you as much as I can...

Unfortunately it's too late now...

yeah, try to find the strength...

yeah... sure...

don't worry about the kid, everything is gonna be fine...

anyway I can't find the right words anymore.

Now we are close to solving the Orphanage case, a girl...

Nora might be able to go home in the next few days:

we're about to bust the gang that for years has
operated illegal trafficking between our country and the West...

I remember the sea,

a rainy July day...

but I don't remember where...

while I do remember my wife's face
when she was young...

indeed I do.

My daughter's face.

It always comes back.

Always.

Wait for me here.

Hey!

Take a look at this.

So then, Nora,

that's your name?

Do you remember who you were?

Remember the fire at your house?

Your whole family died,

you wandered for three days in the woods...

It was very tough, wasn't it?

Everybody thought you were dead...

And then you were found, near Nyregihasza... Remember?

Do you remember?

You can't have forgotten

it seems you couldn't speak from the shock,

and then you were taken to the orphanage

and when you were 17, you started to speak again...

Do you remember?

Let's start again... ok?

Let's start again.

Your name is Nora?

What do you remember about the orphanage?

Listen Nora,

we have a problem here because
the orphanage is under investigation.

Did you meet men?

Were you introduced to them?

Who?

Did they pressure you?

Look at these faces...

Do you recognize anyone, Nora?

Look carefully,

did any of these people talk to you?

We're here to help you,

Nora, you're in no danger,

but you have to tell us something, understand?

We can't wait here all day, you have to talk... Come on...

Maybe...

there's a person who might be looking for you,

do you remember you had a brother?

We need proof and we don't have any.

Do you recall living in Slovakia when you were a kid?

Have you ever seen this?

Does it remind you of something?

Does it remind you of something?

Does it remind you of something?

Okay...

take her back out there.

We'll begin again later...

No, leave your bag here.

Yesterday Laura was playing like
I used to when I was a child,

do you remember, dad?

I used to cover my face thinking no one was looking...

It would be great if others didn't see you

when you covered your face...

but obviously, it's not like that.

You should tell the girls that I can't come to the play.

Why?

Work, a real pain, I have to go out of town.

You can lie to everyone else, dad but not to me.

What's going on?

It's simple darling.

I'm going to prison.

And it's right that it should end this way.

What a beautiful day!

We'll have a hot summer.

For myself, I prefer like this:

hot summer, cold winter...

I don't like it when things aren't clear...

A person has to know where he is,

what's happening, what to expect.

You're not a big talker.

Well, don't worry, that's fine...

“Life and death.

The death.

If death was like one of those strange insects

that someone points out to you,

but you continue on by

and another passer-by suddenly stops you and

with two fingers cautiously
reaches towards you and tells you:

death is upon you.

And with those two fingers,
they catch it and throw it away.

It would be amazing.

But death is not like one of those insects.

There are many who casually pass by, oblivious,
maybe death is upon them

yet they think about what they will do tomorrow

or the day after tomorrow”

No doubt.

It's you.

A man give it to me, an awesome man,

maybe English.

He told me to give it to you.

He told me that I'll find you here.

Sooner or later.

Thank you.

I've decided to stay here.

In the mornings the fishermen come to shore
and sell what they've caught in the night.

Every day I buy a fish, every time different.

They asked me to taste it.

Raw.

I hesitated a bit and then I decided to try.

I didn't like it,

but that's not what counts.

I chose to try something,

it was ages since that happened.

Every afternoon at five I sit here

and look at the changing sea.

Every wave creates another one.

And every time the sound is different.

I have a name, too,

but that's not important either.

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