All language subtitles for The.Glassworker.2024.1080p.iT.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H.264-KyoGo

- It's a really lovely shop.

They have such beautiful things.

- Make the text a deeper shade.

Brighten the
colors, add mystery.

- But apart from
that, it's perfect.

Mystery, he says.

Hear that, Maher?

The boy wants mystery.

There was a time, Vincent,
when I told you what to do.

- Time to work.

- Vincent, the
train is canceled.

See what I've done right here?

I like a wet brush,
not too much paint.

Looks transparent.

- Like glass.

- Then I add color.

Your mother never
drew a single thing.

She had all her
designs in her head.

Now we make it.

- Looking all right to you?

- Looks great.

- Now the fun part.

Now we surround it in clear.

Easy, see?

- Uh-huh.

- Now you, blow, Vincent.

- But it will burn me.

- Only the other end will.

Blow, son.

You've got good
lungs, thank goodness.

Get some air.

You've done well.

- Yeah.

ha.

- Hello, djinn.

Are you there?

- You sound grumpy today.

Why are you grumpy?

- Time for tag.

Let's go.

- You win this time, Malik.

- I don't know why you want
to play with those boys.

You are not like them.

- Maybe if I went to school--

- What do you need to waste
your time at school for?

All a glassworker
needs to know is

how to make glass, read and
write and know your maths

and chemistry.
- But I want to--

- I'm already
teaching you those.

Vincent?

Vincent?

- Yes, Pa.

- The sketches and designs
you want to exhibit,

you've got to sort them.

The gallery needs
time for the catalog.

Oh, I'll see what I can do.

Not too shabby.

Oh, the djinn.

Ah, ah, what?

- Dear Vincent, I hope
this letter finds you well.

I know I didn't leave
on the best note.

Look at me, always
thinking in music.

I'll never forget my first
day in Waterfront town

when I ran off on my own and
first came upon the glassworks.

I had never seen
something so beautiful.

It was magical.

Isn't it curious how I found
my way to the glassworks just

in time to rescue
that crystal flower,

and happened to meet you?

Some may call it--

- Destiny.

- Alliz, Alliz.

Where is that girl?

This isn't a game.

- Hey.

- Materials at the best prices.

You there, sir.

You, sir.
- Come on.

Come and get it.

- I saw him first.

- Pa, may I have
some gulabjamun?

Pa, tell me how
you and mother met.

- I think you know that
story better than I do.

- Please, Pa,

- If I must.

Well, your mother was--

- Was a glassworker.

- That's right, Vincent.

And she came to
your grandfather--

- My grandfather.

- --grandfather
seeking employment.

He had never met--

- met a woman who
made glass before.

- Correct, and had no intention
of hiring one until she showed--

- Some of her work.

It was the best that
he had ever seen.

- Yes, and you always enjoy
me telling this story,

- Come on, Pa.

- You see, your mother
was a born artist.

Your grandfather was smart
enough to recognize that.

And he--

- Papa had been
posted to the province

to ready it in case
the war moved south.

Everyone expected
great things from him.

But it wasn't easy being
Colonel Amano's daughter.

The whole town had
their eyes on us.

- Go away.

We don't want your war here.

Get out of our town.

- Hey, why don't you be quiet?

- Show some respect
for our army.

- The great ravine is
disputed territory.

There's great mineral wealth
and some of the finest

agricultural land.

We claim it, so do they.

So we go to war--

idiocy.

- But whose land is it then?

- Vincent, the only
land that concerns

me is that on which our
glassworks stand on--

and the beach below,
with its fine sand

- Huh.

- Find anything?

- I asked you to throw
this in the furnace.

- The furnace is only for glass.

- Papa could have asked for
a posting to a big city.

But on an army
reconnaissance trip,

he came across Waterfront town.

He said it had a calm,
welcoming charm to it,

and liked the idea
of bringing us there.

I was more excited by
the music department

in the town's academy.

- Ahem.

- Oh, Colonel Amano, Mrs. Amano,
how delightful to see you again

- Good morning,
Principal Bhatti,

and lovely to see you, as well.

- I do hope that
we're not too early.

- Indeed not.

I cannot abide latecomers.

And this must be Alliz.

Welcome to our school, dear.

- How do you do,
principal Bhatti?

- Ah, here is our head of
music, Professor Ansari.

- Good day, Alliz.

I am looking forward
to hearing you play.

- Who is she?

- I've never seen her before.

It's that colonel's
kid, isn't it?

- Is it?

- Oh, yeah.

My mother says he used
his influence to get her

into the music program.

- My mother says your
mother knows everything.

- Sandhya, if you close
your bloody mouth,

you'll hear how good she is.

- She's amazing.

- Djinn, is that you?

- Are you following me?

- I thought your fiddle was the
djinn wailing in the sea cave.

Sounds like it's
got a belly ache.

- This is my violin,
not a fiddle.

And if anything sounds like
a belly ache, it's you.

- There's the djinn now.

- I don't know what that is.

- A djinn.

- Hey.

- Djinns are spirits
created from smokeless fire.

They have special powers.

- What do you mean,
special powers?

- Djinns can shift between
their realm and ours.

They can turn themselves
into animals and sometimes

even humans.

Once I thought the
mailman's cat was a djinn.

I thought I saw smoke
coming from his mouth.

But it was only a fur ball.

He was disgusting.

Some djinn are good.

And some djinn are bad.

And most every town has one.

Our town's just happens
to live in this cave.

- Is this djinn a
good one or a bad one?

- That's what I'm
trying to figure out.

No matter what, he keeps
people away from this beach

and away from the sand.

So that's good.

- What's so special
about this sand?

- What's so special
about the sand?

Don't you know it's the
best sand in the world?

- Oh, is it?

- It's why my great-great-great
grandfather started

the glassworks here.

It's made from silica.

That's why it's so white.

- What's a glassworks
got to do with sand?

- You mean, you don't know
glass is made from it?

- How can glasses and bottles
and roses be made from this?

- Oh, Alliz.

- Huh, you know my name.

- Huh, the sand is melted
with some other things.

There's a formula.

But it has to be just
right or it will crack.

- You're making this up.

- Well, maybe I could show you.

- I've got to go.

Bye, Vincent.

- You know my name.

- Mm, so good.

- It is good.

- If you can cook sand,
you can cook anything.

- Pa, Colonel Amano's
daughter doesn't believe

you use sun to make glass.

And I was wondering if--

- You want to invite the
colonel's daughter over here.

What can you be thinking, son?

Imagine if she got
burned by the furnace

or she got splinters
in her hand.

Her father would shut us down.

That's what the military do.

- All right, Pa.

- And so Professor Ansari
has given me a few pieces

to help me catch up.

Because at my last school--

- Behave, you.

- Did you ever think
of learning the flute?

- I wish.

But this was in the attic.

And I didn't have a choice.

My father says, if an instrument
is taller than you are--

- Hey, there.

- Alliz.

- What are you doing here?

- Deliveries for Pa.

- He makes glass
things, doesn't he?

- Uh-huh.

- Penny, this is Vincent.

- Good afternoon, Penny.

- And he says glass
is made from sand.

And I don't believe him.

So he's going to prove it and
show me the glassworks Oh,

when shall I come?

Now?
Tomorrow?

Next week?

- Friday, come Friday.

- Can I come, too?

- I don't think so.

I don't think you'd
enjoy it, Penny.

- It's like the
sun lives in there.

- I used to think it
did when I was little.

It's so hot in there.

But it still takes ages
for the batch to melt

and for all those
bubbles to clear.

See, there's already
some in there.

- Make something.

- I've never made
anything on my own before.

But I guess I could try.

- Ow, you'll burn yourself.

- Only if I'm not careful.

- Oh.

- We call this a whimsy,
something just for fun.

- Whimsy.

Vincent, that's amazing.

- Hello, Vincent.

I'm back.

Vincent.

- He wasn't supposed
to be home yet.

- Hi, Vincent.

I'm back, hello.

Didn't you hear me, Vincent?

Colonel Amano's daughter.

- Alliz, how do
you do, Mr. Oliver?

- If you don't mind, I would
ask you to leave, Alliz.

- Should I go to my room?

- What do you think?

Hmm, not too shabby.

- What's he doing here?

- Oy, brought me something,
have you, glass boy?

- Careful.
- Let's see.

- Vincent.

- Oh, hello, Alliz.

- Good afternoon, Alliz.

- What am I, invisible?

- Say something.

Penny.

- You know him?

- Vincent is my oldest
friend in this town.

- We go way back.

- Come on.

I need some gulabjamun.

- Yes, sure.

Why not?

- Goodbye, boys.

Bye, Tariq.

- Naveed, wait.

- You can see a thousand worlds.

One day I'll make you
something really, really good.

I promise.

- A thousand worlds.

- And give it everything now.

Feel it.

Malik.

- Tumblers, that's all
anyone wants these days.

You've used a different color.

- We're out of copper.

- Army's sucking up
everything they want.

Maybe I should make
tumblers No one learned

a thing making tumblers.

- Papa, did you really like it?

How could I not?

Oh, how I wish I
could play like you.

But of course,
that can't happen.

- Your father, the
general, says soldiers

don't have time for violins.

- Yes, that's exactly
how it is, Nadya.

It's time you were heading
for your bed, Alliz.

- Papa instilled in me a
love for art and music.

He worked so hard
to protect us all.

I would do anything
to make him happy.

I was always so proud of him.

Even as the war
conditions worsened

and the enemy gained control, he
did his best to keep morale up.

- Left, left.

Left, right, left.

Left, left, left, right.

Squad, halt. Reza,
you take over.

- Yes, sir.

About turn.

- Mrs. Amano.

- Look who it is, Alliz.

- Good afternoon, Mrs. Amano.

- Oh, hello, Alliz.

- Good afternoon, Malik.

You look so handsome in
your junior guards uniform.

Doesn't he look handsome
in his uniform, Alliz?

We were just about to have chai.

You must join us.

I insist.

- I think I was one
of the first boys

to join when the guards
began recruiting here.

- What a noble
young man you are.

- Oh, I know.

And I aim to make them all--

- Fresh baked this
morning, Mrs. Amano,

the fresh apricot cake for
which we are famously famous.

- With your
compliments, of course.

- Of course.

Well, I'm honored to have
the wife and daughter

of Colonel Amano in my cafe.

- Indeed.

How delightful, Mrs. Popalzai.

- We thank you for
your kind gesture.

- Mrs. Popalzai, Pa sent
me over with your tumblers.

- Vincent?

- Hey, look, everyone.

It's the son of that
cowardly pacifist.

- Pacifist's son.

What a disgrace!

- We don't want your kind here.

- But, Pa, it's one
of your favorites.

You always refused to sell it.

You liked it so much.

- You must have
colors to work with.

- Pa, the junior guards--

- What about them?

- Most of the boys
in town have joined.

- Their parents
should know better.

- Papa, come look.

- What on Earth?

Out of my way, Lina.

- Sorry, Madam

- Oh, Alliz.

Darling.

- How we missed you.

- I have a gift for you, Alliz,
something befitting your talent,

a very special violin.

An important general
wanted it, as well.

But I beat him to it
in a game of carrom.

- There's a man's name in here.

- Alliz, that instrument
is a spoil of war.

To own such a fine
violin is rare.

Don't think too much about
it, just be grateful.

- Whenever Papa came home,
it felt like a holiday.

But now I realize
war isn't a holiday.

It's a disease that spreads
and infects everyone.

- 19,435, take
away 1,419 equals--

- What the devil?

- Open up, Mr. Oliver

- Yes, yes.

We can hear you.

Colonel Amano, you have
no right showing up.

- I have every right.

I'm here to discuss business.

- Business?

I have no business to
discuss with the army.

- At ease, men, at ease.

It would be very wise
for you to listen, Tomas.

Here, perhaps we should
keep your son out of this.

- We have no secrets
and never will.

- What is it?

- I've never seen
anything like it.

- And that's because
it's a secret.

It's called
quicksilver rectifier.

It will help in the powering
of our army's new amphibious

airships.

As you can see, the glass in
this casings is compromised.

Surely you will know how
to rectify this, a master

glassworker like yourself.

- Just listen.

We will not help build
these weapons of war.

- Is there no way you can
be persuaded, Mr. Oliver?

- What do you think?

- Let go of me, you
brainless cannon bait.

- Let him go.

- Vincent, no.

- Don't even think
about it, boy.

- Let go.
Let go of me.

- Tomas Oliver,
you are to be sent

for training in
the national army,

and sent directly
to the front line.

- You-- you wouldn't.

- Let me go.

- Vincent can't stay
here on his own.

He has no one to
care for him but me.

And he's not ready to
run the glassworks.

- So the happy
solution to this is--

- Very well.

But I want something.

- He thinks he can
bargain with you.

- All the special materials
I need for Vincent

to complete his apprenticeship,
tools, chemicals.

- My research says
only one type of glass

can be in the furnace at a time.

Making sculptures and homewares
will slow down production.

- As you will appreciate,
the glass for these casings

is of a special formula.

This venture is top secret.

- I was getting to that.

- And these rectifiers
would greatly

benefit the enemy, if they were
ever to gain possession of them.

- Obviously.

- Well, if we trade as usual,
it would be a good cover,

wouldn't it?

- Hmm, everything for the
manufacture of the casings

will be provided, and
what you have requested.

- Careful, now.

- Yes, Pa.

- Grab it now.

Got it?

We're a part of it now.

I'm sorry.

Vincent.

- I heard something.

- What is it?

Are we-- are we being attacked?

- Look there.

You see the markings?

It's all right.

They're ours.

- Congratulations,
Mr. Oliver, Vincent.

Your casings for the
quicksilver rectifiers

met with great approval
by our army's engineers.

- Vincent had nothing
to do with them.

- I see the shelves are
fuller since my last visit.

May I have a closer look?

- Try not to break anything.

- There is a
calmness in this one.

And the colors are lovely.

How was this achieved?

- Copper for the blue,
the green from iron.

- I have to congratulate
you, Mr. Oliver.

It's quite exquisite.

- I didn't make it.

Vincent did.

He has his mother's talent.

- I must have it.

- You will have to pay for it.

- But, of course.

- How could you have bought
something from that pacifist?

- My dearest, a 14-year-old boy
can hardly be called a pacifist.

- Vincent.

- The sculpture
is a gift for you

both, as I have some
disquieting news.

The war is not going well.

Our garrison at the
great ravine is depleted.

And the enemy has regrouped.

As a consequence, I and
most of my battalion

will be heading north,
leaving tomorrow.

- You're going to
the great ravine.

- Alliz, a number
of junior guards

will be coming along to function
as orderlies and messenger boys,

including your
friend, Malik Khan.

Listen, listen up now.

I have something to say.

Citizens, I am here as
a soldier to thank you

for the sacrifice you
have made in letting

us take your sons and brothers,
husbands and fathers, to--

- And daughters.

- Of course.

And daughters off to war.

The enemy is more
determined than ever.

But they must not underestimate
our love for the lands of home.

I promise that I will endeavor
to bring your dear ones back,

safe, and victorious.

- It's time, my love.

I almost envy you,
getting out of this place

- Not now.

- Alliz, I'm doing this for you.

- What are you saying?

- Going to war.

- For me?

That's ridiculous.

- One day I will earn you.

- Earn me?

- All aboard.

- Oh, no.

Papa.

- Time to go.

- Papa, please don't go.

Please don't leave me.

- Be my brave girl
now, brave girl.

- But, Papa--

- Magnificent work, Vincent.

- Thanks, Pa.

- Oh, I'll go.

I need to breathe.

Alliz.

- Hello, Vincent.

- Are you sure you
should be seen here?

We're not popular.

- So many lovely things.

Did you make this?

- How did you guess?

- No need to guess.

And this.

- Uh-huh.

- My father bought
one of your pieces.

- One of the very few
we've sold lately.

- Are you making something?

Maybe I could see.

Last time I visited the
workshop, I was thrown out.

- Oh, that's not possible.

- Just a peek.

- What?

Pa, we have a visitor.

- Look who's here,
Pa, Alliz Amano.

- I-- um--

ahem.

- Good day, Mr. Oliver.

- Mm, Miss Amano.

- Uh-huh?

- Would you like to
join us for chai?

- Thank you.

- And Principal Bhatti
tried to catch it.

- Why didn't she just open
the window and let it fly out?

- She did.

But it didn't see.

So then it flew over
Principal Bhatti's head.

And as she looked
up, guess what?

- It didn't.

- It did.

- Show some respect.

- You two shouldn't
be seeing this.

None of us should.

It's nearly curfew.

Why don't you get
yourselves back home?

- Ah!

This way.

Under there!

- Whoa.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Vincent!

- Let's go.

- We should wait
for the all clear.

That's what we were
taught at school.

- I was scared.

- I was scared, too.

I've never seen a bomb before.

- Pa will be
wondering where I am.

- Mother, too, I think.

- The market is quiet.

- I wouldn't mind
some gulabjamun.

- Malik is always saying how he
misses Mrs. Abbasi's gulabjamun.

- Malik?

- Uh-huh, it must be horrid
for him being so far from home,

so far from--

- How is he always saying it?

- Oh, he writes to
me sometimes, though

not for months and months.

But then neither has Papa.

- How long has he
been writing to you?

- Not recently.

He was very homesick
after he left.

And Papa asked if I wouldn't
mind writing to him.

- And I suppose one
day you'll marry him.

- What are you talking about?

Did a bomb hit you on your head?

- You'll marry Malik Khan.

And you'll be an army wife,
just like your mother.

- What's wrong with that?

My father is a brave man.

And so is Malik, going to war.

Not like--

- Go on, say it.

- Don't you tell me what to say.

And don't you tell me
who I'm going to marry.

I'm not going to marry anyone.

I'm going to be a
great violinist.

- But for all your
fantastic musical ability,

you will never be an artist.

- I'll never be a-- what
do you mean by that?

- You only interpret what
someone else has written.

You do not create.

What I do is original
from my imagination.

- I play the violin
with all my heart

and have been promised a
place at the conservatoire

in the capital, once
I finish school.

- Alliz, that's wonderful.

- You may be an artist,
Vincent, but at what

cost to your country?

- You think that I'm a coward?

- You can have this back.

- I'll walk you home.

- Alliz, the soldiers
have been looking for you.

- It's all right, Mother.

I'm here now

- Alliz, we've had news.

Your father is missing.

In action, believed killed.

- No.

- No.

- Good day there, Vincent.

I heard about your
exhibition, congratulations.

- Thank you.

- My wife and I are going to
make the trip to the capital

to see it.

- We're so proud
of you, Vincent.

- Many thanks, Madam.

- No charge, Vincent,
in celebration.

- Appreciate it.

- I couldn't believe
Papa was gone.

Every time he left, he
would find a way back to us.

He would always look
forward to my music.

So I kept playing for him.

- Well done.

You might just be
ready for the recital.

On the night, there
will be one solo.

Because of her
outstanding talent,

it will be performed
by Alliz Amano.

- Thank you, Professor Ansari.

- Fantastic, Alliz.

- Oh, how I wish I
could play like you.

- But for all your
fantastic musical ability,

you will never be an artist.

- Good morning, Tomas.

- Good morning, Dom.

You can leave now if you've
brought me any bills.

- Only the messenger.

Who's writing to Vincent?

- Yeah, I noticed that.

- I'm invited to
Alliz's recital.

She's arranged a seat for me.

- Invitation must be presented
as proof of entry, fancy.

- One day I'll make you
something really, really good.

I promise.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- Vincent?

- It's not possible.

We've run out of gold.

How can I make the body
and the legs and the clasp?

Maybe, maybe it's behind there.

No, it's not there either.

No, no.

- Now, now, son.

We'll think of something.

Plenty of gold here.

- You wouldn't melt
mother's headdress.

- With weak lungs like
hers, she should never

have been a glassblower.

But she understood her talent
and its place in her fate.

It's what she would
want you to do

- Oh, this jacket has
been mended so many times.

Maybe I can find something else.

- Short of wearing an old
dress of your mother's,

that's the best we've got.

You look presentable.

Vincent, aren't you
forgetting something?

- Oh, thanks, Pa.

- Go have yourself
a time to remember.

- Halt.

- Please, I'm late.

- Stop right there, you.

- Missed the news
about the curfew?

- You a soldier?

- No, I--

- We've had reports of
unidentified soldiers

on the outskirts
of town, possibly

deserters wanted by both sides.

- Likely dangerous
and desperate.

We've been ordered
to be on the lookout.

You a deserter?
Are you?

- What-- no.

I've been invited
to the recital.

- Hey, I know you.

Your father's that lunatic.

- Who invited you
to the recital?

- Alliz Amano, the
colonel's daughter.

- The colonel's
daughter invited you?

- Right here, look.

- What's that you've got there?

Let's see.

- My tummy is jumpy.

- Careful.

- Give it back, Sharif.

- But I don't know what's in it.

- Just give it back.

- No, not yet.

Don't close them, don't.

- Fine, you can go.

- Oh, could I have the
invitation back, please?

- You mean this invitation?

Here--
- No.

- Take it.
- No.

- What is the matter
with you, you fool?

- What's the matter with me?

Think about it.

How can someone like him be
invited to the recital anyway?

Him and his cowardly
father, it's probably fake.

- And what if it isn't?

- I didn't think about that.

- Good evening.

I'm here for the recital.

- You're late.

- But I--

- It only just started.

But I suppose I can
sneak you in the back.

Invitation?

- Ah, the guards stopped
me by the station.

They took it.

- No invitation, no entry.

We've been advised
to be extra careful.

There are deserters around.

- But Elisa Amano invited me.

- No invitation, no entry.

- She invited me specially

- No invitation, no--

- Entry, understood.

- Hmm.

- Here she is.

Mrs. Amano, please speak to her.

- Alliz, what's the delay?

It's time to go on.

- I just need a moment.

- Think about all the people
waiting to hear you play,

the daughter of Colonel Amano.

Do you want to let them down?

- I don't.

- Or Papa?

Then go out there,
Alliz, and play for Papa.

- Ladies and gentlemen, after
hearing our young performers,

I am sure you will agree that
the future of our country's

music is in sound hands.

And now I would
like to introduce

our finest, Alliz Amano.

- Someone once--
someone once told me,

a person is not an artist
unless they create.

I wrote this.

- Deserters?

Colonel Amano.

- Papa.

I'm sure you heard the
story of Malik's bravery,

the way the newspapers told it.

But it was much more than that.

Platoons from my
father's battalion,

already battle weary from
years of fighting elsewhere,

were deployed for a last push
for control of the great ravine.

It was a prize which no side
was willing to surrender.

- Take hearts, men,
from the bravery

of those who have gone before.

- Bit of a tall order.

- You said it.

- Onward, men, onward.

- Come on.

Keep moving.

- Move, Reza.

- Move.

- Pull down.

- Colonel Amano.

- No, oh.

- Ah, ah, ah.

Colonel, Colonel.

I'm here.

I've got you.

- Son, the man--

- Naveed, it's covered.

- Malik brought Papa back to us.

I owed him everything.

- Take a look at what
heroes look like, darling,

because you won't see one
in the mirror anytime soon.

- Penny, Tariq.

- Oh, good afternoon, Vincent.

- Alliz, where is she?

- She's leaving town with
her family and Malik.

- Huh?

- Alliz, Alliz.

- What on Earth?

- Let me speak to Alliz.

- She is not here.

- The Colonel, may
I speak to him?

- That won't be possible.

- Let me speak to her, please.

Let go.

Let go of me.

Alliz, Alliz.

Come on.

Let me go.

- Off you go.

- Mother?

- Huh?

- I heard yelling.

- Nothing to worry about, Alliz.

Just the soldiers
chasing off a stray dog.

- I hope the noise
didn't upset you, Papa.

- I'm going to help you.

- Do what?

- Alliz, I've lost her
because of this war.

I want it over with.

We need to increase
our production.

- We've discussed this.

I don't want your help.

You have your own work
to be getting on with.

- Then I shall run
away and join the army.

- Hmm?

Put this in the rectifier batch.

It will help temper the glass.

- A spoil of war, like me.

- What happened to
the Mahore sculpture?

- I sold it to Dom.

- You mean the mailman?

Why would he want
something like that?

- Present for his mother.

- Alliz.

- How do you do, Mr. Oliver?

Is there anything I can
help you with, my dear?

- Well, I--

- Well, Vincent isn't
here, I'm afraid.

I don't know what's got
into that boy these days

- Oh, that's fine.

Could you please
give this to him?

- Mm-hmm.

- We're leaving tonight.

- I understand.

I'll give it to him tomorrow.

We have some urgent deliveries.

- Thank you for everything.

- You're always
welcome here, my dear.

- Hey, hurry up.

Let it down.

- Easy, easy.

Vincent, you've been
acting very odd lately.

- What's going on up there?

We've got to get out of here.

- Hey, Oliver.

Lower the crate, will you?

- What's wrong son.

You can tell me.

- These people and their war,
they all look down on us.

I'll show them.

I'll show them all.

- Vincent, what did you do?

- I made some adjustments to
their precious rectifiers.

- Vincent, I know things
have been difficult.

But don't let your
hatred consume you.

We need to be better than that.

- Uh-huh, I only wanted to
stop them from taking off.

- What's going on up there?

- Oh.

- Hey, bring that back.

What do you think you're doing?

- What have I done?

I'm sorry, Pa.

I'm-- I'm sorry, Pa.

- Oh, my son.

- Oh, this is ridiculous.

Huh?

- Go, get us out of here.

- Pa, throw it over.

We'll destroy them.

- Wait, Vincent!

Vincent, wait.

- I miss you, Vincent.

I'm sorry for how
I made you feel.

You were never a coward.

You were right.

To be an artist,
one must create,

because without
art and music, what

do we have in this world
full of conflict and war?

I wish you had
come to my recital.

I had a surprise for you.

By the time you read this,
we would have left town.

But I want you to know that
I'll be waiting for you.

I love you, Vincent.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
it's that time

of the afternoon
when I have to say

something nice about the
artist, my son, Vincent Oliver.

Many of you may
not have realized

that glass is made from sand.

Have you ever held
sand in your palm

and looked at the
individual grains?

What if I said to you that no
two grains of sand on the planet

are alike?

How do I know this?

I don't want to know this.

I would have to examine every
grain of sand on the planet.

And I'm not sure
I have the time.

And you know, my eyesight
isn't what it was.

But here is something
I am sure of.

There is only one
Vincent Oliver.

Only one person with his
imagination, his skill,

and his passion for
glass and its infinite,

magnificent possibilities.

Vincent, I pushed you to
be the best you could be.

I hope it has brought you
some sort of happiness.

- Speech, speech, Vincent.

- Speech, speech.

- It's heartening to see
you all here today, Pa.

Thank you.

My teacher, my father,
my friend, my friend.

- Glass was always
going to be my life.

My mother, Maher, was
a glass worker, too.

One day she walked into my
grandfather's glass works

seeking employment.

Her work was some of the
best he had ever seen.

- I'll make us some Chai.

- Sounds good.

- It's like the
sun lives in there.