All language subtitles for Die My Love 2025 CinemaCity - Video letoltes mp3-ban

I haven't been here since I was a little
kid.

I thought you grew up here.

It's like around the corner.

I should knock my tooth out on this
step.

Got my brain damaged.

It's not New York, but it's Dallas.

I think it's pretty good. Yeah?

Like I said, for my drum kit.

No way.

No.

My uncle was a hoarder. I didn't realize
how much space there was in here.

It's peaceful.

I could just record an album out here so
easily.

Where is he?

What?

A rat situation?

We should get a cat.

He can write all day, every day. Nothing
but the bird thingy.

How did he die?

Yeah.

Where's your mommy?

Where's your mommy?

Where's mommy?

How's it going?

Mom wanted to stop by.

Mom?

I told her it wasn't a big deal. It's
like a us thing.

This was six months anyway, so... Mm
-hmm.

I just feel kind of bad, because... I
think she just wants the company.

I don't mind her coming.

It's weird. It's like...

She doesn't know how to function
anymore.

She's still cooking for two people. Did
she tell you that?

It's too sweet.

Yeah? No, it's nice.

Who liked it?

Real mom would have baked a cake.

Want another one?

Why is it so fucking hot?

Why is it so fucking hot?

Why is it so fucking hot?

It's always hot.

Mm -hmm.

How can you not give a shit about the
stars, Grace?

They make me feel like nothing.

I like that they make me feel like I'm
part of something bigger.

You like to feel like nothing?

No.

You know how many universes there are
out there?

What are we doing in a different
universe? Are we together?

Sure we are.

Am I a rock star?

Can you sing in a different universe?

Hey.

Yeah, I'm sure you're a rock star.

Do we fuck?

Mm -hmm.

All the time?

You know what?

Do we fuck?

Like rabbits.

Do you hear him?

No.

He's crying. Listen.

Grace, it's totally silent.

Am I boring you?

Not you. The universe.

It gives a shit.

I'm blind, but you will.

Does it feel like a girl?

What does a girl feel like?

If it moves more on the right, then
you're probably having a boy.

You didn't want to know?

Mm -mm.

Grace?

I, um, I didn't find out what I was
having either. I think that's nice.

You didn't find out because you wanted a
girl. Oh, gosh.

He forgets to drink. Oh, Harriet!

You gotta have a drink.

No, I didn't. I wanted a baby. I wanted
whoever was in there. Yeah, and you got

Jackson. I'm lucky.

I heard that, Auntie Jen.

You off your food, Grace?

Leave her alone.

You didn't eat.

Being pregnant makes your stomach
shrink.

That's bullshit.

I am sucking on you every minute of the
day.

Then you'll be famished. I couldn't get
enough in me. That never really went

away, did it? Talk with her excuse.

Never had a baby in there, but all we
did was just drop tippets.

You know, Grace, if you get a
screamer... She's not going to get a

Jackson was a screamer. That's a lie.
Jackson was a sweetheart.

The point is, if you do, let the baby
cry. Just walk away from it. Don't let

yourself get tired, stressed.

It's a horrible thing to say. Oh,
fucking death.

If you're not at your best... It's no
good for anyone, especially babies.

And a crying baby doesn't mean it to me.

It's the only way they have of
communicating.

No, it's not. People just play that shit
because they want to walk away from the

kid.

Anyway, all I do is take care of her.

Mary, if you need me, she does move just
a walk away.

What are you doing in here, Pop?

Want some grizzlies?

Want to open some of those presents?

Whose presents?

We're a baby.

No, I gotta sort out these shoes.

Okay. They're the wrong ones.

Good to me.

Get nothing, Ma?

Honey, I'm stuffed.

Would you get your dad something to
drink, please?

No more pie.

Well, I'm stuffed.

Can't stop eating the same thing every
holiday. Oh, well, you can do it. You've

always been skinny.

You can starve in January.

What are you all doing?

Why are you all here?

This is Frank's house.

It's his house.

Harry, this is Grace and Jackie. No,
this is my brother's house.

Sweetheart, Frank's not here.

Get out of my brother's house!

Harry.

Harry.

Did you find the right size?

Hello. Hello.

A baby?

A baby?

A boy?

I don't know. I think maybe.

Oh, it is.

Oh? Don't leave him to cry.

I won't.

You know, when he comes, he's a cat.

He's a bear and a baby.

And he's you. He's all of you. He's
going to be so funny.

Thank you.

Le coq de l 'Église tourne sous l
'emprise du vent joyeux.

Le bal sous la tente commence déjà.

Un couple s 'élance en se parlant tout
bas.

Un autre s 'avance à petits pas.

Et je sens léger sur mon bras son bras.

Find everything you're looking for?

In life.

Any gas for your car?

No.

Alrighty. Oh, I love this stuff.

Whatever they put in that powder, it's
like magic.

It's two for six dollars if you want to
grab another.

I'm good. This one's four dollars and
you get the other one for two. I get it.

No thanks. He's a boy, right?

He's so cute.

Hi there, handsome.

Hi there, sweetie pie.

Does he have a name?

No. We decided not to name him.

Oh. How old are you, sweetie?

Wait, let me guess.

I'm really good at this.

About six months? Why are you talking?

Do you ever think about what you're
going to say or why you're speaking, or

you just open your mouth and blah, blah,
blah, blah, blah?

In about 30 seconds, I'll be gone. We
don't need to speak.

Alrighty, alrighty, alrighty.

What are you doing up, little bug?

I was bored.

You got bored so you kept the baby up?

I got something for you.

What the fuck, Jackson?

You got a dog?

Got a dog.

Look at him.

We need a cat.

I hope maybe it's worth it.

Want to see a medic?

Thank you.

Ready to drive?

And left

to New York.

What is that?

Do you feel that?

Where are you now?

Burger place outside of Nampa.

84th.

You're eating?

Mm -hmm.

A burger?

Yep.

Is it good?

Yeah, it's all right.

Well, what else have you been doing?

Working.

Uh -huh.

Is everything all right?

I don't see you about your day.

What conversation?

What have you been up to?

Nothing.

You ready?

I'll call you when I get closer, okay?

Well, are you going to want to eat?

Yeah, we can have dinner when I get
back. It's going to be kind of late,

What sounds good for supper?

How's the boy?

He's sleeping.

Hey, darling, here's your check.

All right, talk to you later.

Thank you, baby.

Okay, bye.

Pam? Pam?

Pam Pam

Oh, God damn it.

Pam, what the hell?

You snuck in.

I didn't sneak.

I brought the baby.

You brought the baby? He's asleep.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, as long as you don't blow my
dreams out.

Is that thing loaded, Pam?

Oh, yeah.

It's Harry's. He's asleep with it next
to him.

Made him feel safe.

I don't know what to do with it now.

I don't know what to do with it anyways.

I never do my hair.

It's pretty.

Harry likes it loose.

Yeah.

You sleeping at all?

Oh.

You know.

Jackson says you've been sleepwalking.

Oh, yeah.

That.

You get far?

Woke up on Culver Road scraping my head
off.

Never done anything like that before.

Nothing seems real since... since he
died.

So wonderful the two of you were taking
on that house.

Mm -hmm.

Oh, you were such a happy little guy,
Frank.

You found them, though?

Uncle Frank?

Yeah.

And you found them?

I did.

That must have been awful.

I did.

It was.

In the head?

In the head?

No.

Where?

The heart?

Chest?

No.

Leg? Feet? Back? Arm? Stomach? Dick?

Grace.

He shot himself in his own ass
intentionally?

You know, he looks just like you.

Uncle Frank?

No.

Baby, you goose.

Oh.

You think?

Grace, you know, everybody goes a little
loopy the first year.

Yeah? Yeah.

Well, you and Harry have known each
other your whole life.

Of course you're going to go a little
loopy. No, no, I mean you.

After a baby, my mother went nuts, Jan
lost it. I didn't feel myself for a

while.

But you'll, you'll...

If you're having a hard time... I feel
fine.

We'll come again soon.

Thanks for the tea.

Is that a goat?

Thank you.

Fuck do you want?

Cut your lip.

Cut it.

Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,

woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,

woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,

woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,

woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,

woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof,

woof,

woof You have to make better choices in
who you bring home.

Why are you mad at me? Why didn't you
just let him out?

He's not my problem.

Put him on his leash.

Take him out the back until he gets used
to where he is.

I'm not going to train your fucking dog.

A baby.

No shit.

I can't.

It's a fucking hole. You moved us into
it. I am working.

And when I come home, I'm the one
cleaning everything up.

Three days a week, let me shower you in
metal.

Shut up.

You have an ashtray on the carpet. You
don't think the baby's eating that shit?

Shut up.

Move us into the house where your uncle
shot himself up the fucking ass.

Oh, my God.

Up the ass.

Up the fucking ass.

I knew it. I knew it.

Why are you short -tongued?

Why do you not have your short tongue?
Shut up. You fucking sanctum on you.

You probably pissed on it for yourself.

Blame it on the fucking dog. You're a
mangy dog. And sanctimonious means that

you think you're morally superior to
other people down there. Where's your

going? Fantastic, baby.

Great American novel. The main character
is about to batter her husband to death

with a hammer.

Sounds like shit.

You can't read, so... Maybe I should
spend a little more time in my pants.

A little more time writing.

Maybe I could write something.

Maybe.

My hands are down my pants because you
put your dick everywhere except there,

asshole.

You're going to wake up the baby.

Now you're worried about the baby. I'm
always worried about the fucking baby.

We're going for a drive. No. Get angry.

Fuck off. We need to talk.

We can talk here.

Stop. Stop.

Okay.

I just think we need to have a schedule
or something.

I just want to make a plan.

Chris, I don't want you to think that I
don't appreciate everything that you do.

You're the glue.

You're the one. You're the OG.

If you're not feeling good, then I don't
know.

Maybe we should talk about it.

I just want you to know that I'm here.

Having a baby is like the most
monumental fucking thing.

I get that. I want to know how much and
get that.

Do you want to talk about it? Can we
turn this off?

What?

The music.

Can we turn it off?

That's a claim.

Okay.

I don't care. I hate it. I hate guitars.

Since what? Since forever.

What? That's insane. Who hates guitars?

You don't hate guitars.

Grace, I know what you're thinking, but
that's an old fact. It's been there

forever. You've seen them before.

Seen you before?

Yes. Look, here's, uh, Greg.

Wow, you and Greg are very, very close.

Stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop it.

You can run, tell my friend Bob Lee
Brown.

Run, you can run, tell my friend Bob Lee
Brown.

And I'm standing at the crossroads, as
if I'm sinking down.

You have to shoot the dog.

What?

You have to shoot the fucking dog.

He's crying.

Where the fuck did you find that?

A thing you love is suffering.

You lost your mind.

Then you can solve it. Do your thing.

He's in pain.

I'll take him to the vet tomorrow.

And they'll put him down.

Grace, please.

I'm not going to kill my dog.

OK?

Pass your lip.

Eight. Eight.

Eight.

I like to hate, hate, hate, hateful than
Bernini.

I like to hate, hate, hateful than
Bernini.

I like to hate, hate, hateful than
Bernini.

And I like to...

I'm sorry.

How do you start your days, Grace?

What do you mean?

Oh.

Yoga, running, hot water in London,
riding.

What's happened with your riding?

I can't do it anymore.

Why not?

You know who's teaching yoga?

Who? That neighbor of yours, Melissa.

She does it over the Internet.

Maybe you could take a class with her.

I don't think that's yoga, Pam.

Oh, I'm pretty sure it is.

Well, it might be a relaxing thing for a
young woman to do.

Let me help you, sweetie.

Just with the baby, with the house,
whatever you need.

Just give you more time to do other
things. All right.

Oh, you have some.

Good stuff, Mom. I know this brand.

This is the hot one.

I'm going for a walk. I won't be long.

Thank you.

Thank you.

still sleepwalking?

I'm just trying to help.

I don't know if you are helping.

She just needs some space to write.

She says she can't.

It's just like, you know, it's just
write a block or whatever.

Sorry to bother you.

Huh?

I think my car might have a flat tire.
Would you mind?

Just taking a look at it.

Look at mommy.

Hey, look at mommy.

We don't have any time for this. No.

So, we need you.

Okay. Yeah, sorry.

Put your legs in the car.

Alright.

When was the last time we had sex?

Rough guess.

I really can't say, Gracie.

Go on.

Take a stab.

I don't know. Like a month?

Try two and a half.

Well, things have been, you know... It
was four in the morning. We were

essentially at three.

And the time before that, we were
watching TV about that thing on the

and I was begging you, and you put a
towel down. Right, right, right, right.

You used to be good, right?

Still good, Chris.

It doesn't exist, Jackson. It's not a
thing.

All right, well, I'm going to put more
of an effort in.

Tonight?

Okay. You want me.

Yeah, I want you.

Say it again.

I want you, yeah.

Before or after dinner? Grace, ma 'am.
Just have a fucking opinion. Jesus

fucking Christ.

When we get home?

Yeah.

You'll fuck me when we get home?

Yeah.

In the car?

If you like.

We used to fuck in the car all the time,
remember?

Uh -huh.

I'll unbuckle. I'll come over to your
seat and you'll fuck me?

Yes.

My mom's right there. Fuck me quickly.

Grace,

come on. I'm sorry.

Everything okay?

Open the door. I need to use it. It's
outside.

Sit in a bush. I don't care.

I don't want

to sit in a bush. I want to sit in the
toilet.

Come on, come now.

Come on.

It's gonna be all over.

I'm starting to smell it.

Yeah. Greg said we have enough food to
feed a village.

You know, that's what we've got, right?

Well, you can add these, I guess.

They fell over in the car. They looked
better when we got them.

Say, what happened to your fingers?

I burnt them trying to bake you a cake.
Hey, there you are.

Welcome, buddy.

Good to see you.

This place is great.

He's such a beautiful baby.

Jack. Do you want a snack?

Sure, whatever the kids are having.
Okay, no allergy?

No, I don't think so.

So do

you

think you'll have another one?

Yeah, pregnant now.

Cooking up twins.

What happened to your hands?

Oh.

You should see the wall.

Yeah, I am.

I have two kids, and two is a lot, if
I'm being honest.

Seems like it.

Babies, though.

Babies are hard.

I don't think anybody talks about that
enough.

It's all anyone talks about.

It changes you.

I think I nearly lost my mind for the
first six months.

When do you think you'll be getting it
back?

You know, postnatal depression is so
much more common

than people think.

What do you do for work, Grace? I don't.

I'm stuck between wanting to do
something and not wanting to do...

Anything at all.

Oh, hang on.

Cheryl mentioned that you're a writer.

That's cute.

That must be nice, having something you
can kind of squeeze around a bit. Yeah,

I don't do that anymore.

Why not? Stuck for inspiration?

I'm sure it'll come back.

Jackson, look at me, okay?

Somebody get some water. Jackson?

Let me call someone. What, your chest
hurts?

Come with me.

He's okay.

It's just kind of a wake -up call.

We need to look out for each other,
Grace.

I am getting really stressed.

About what?

No one took our pastries. You see that?

But it was a ton of food.

It's rude.

You want to be rude? Come on.

You know what's rude, Grace?

Getting into a pool full of kids in your
fucking underwear.

That's what's rude.

Embarrass me.

You embarrass us.

Don't ever do that again.

Right?

Amelia was a little girl.

She liked to imagine she could stretch
her wings and fly like a bird.

One day she got to ride on an airplane
and liked it so much she didn't want to

ever come down.

The world looked so small.

Houses and cars were like toys.

They flew for thousands of miles over
oceans and jungles.

Some people thought they were crazy, but
Amelia wasn't afraid of having a

thousand adventures.

She flew on like a bird farther than
anyone had gone before, never to return.

Bye.

Want to get married?

Yeah. Yeah, let's go.

She don't like her eggs already.

She thinks crossing her legs is funny.
She looks down and knows that money. She

gets it on like the Easter Bunny.

She's my baby. I'm her honey. I'm never
gonna let her go.

He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays.

Caught him once and he was sniffing my
undies. He ain't too sharp, but he gets

things done.

Drinks his beer like it's oxygen.

He's my baby and I'm his honey. Never
gonna let him go.

In spite of ourselves, we'll end up
sitting on a rainbow.

Against all odds, honey, we're the big
door prize.

We're gonna spat our noses right off of
our faces.

There won't be nothing but big old
hearts dancing in our eyes.

Hello. This is the bride and the bridal.

Sweet, I was wondering if I could get a
bucket of ice on top of my room.

What's your name?

Charlie.

Charlie, would you mind getting it for
me, please? I'm a little undisposed.

No, you don't bring up ice.

Okay.

Are you still there?

Yes. Is there anything else I can help
you with? Well, my husband is at the

party.

downstairs for our wedding.

Um, and I think it would be really nice
if the champagne

was cold for him when we came up.

I understand.

I'm just trying to be a good wife.

Yes. Sorry, but I can't help with that.

You have a really beautiful voice,
Charlie.

And how to shelter from the rain.

And in the twinkling of an eye, might
have

to be restrained.

It must have been about three.

My parents and I went down to the beach.

They must have been reading or maybe
they fell asleep.

I had my feet in the water and then this
girl came up to me. She must have been

about ten.

But to me she seemed, you know, like a
grown -up.

She took my hand and we walked for a
while.

She bought me an ice pop.

People would say how cute we were.

It was really nice.

And then as my parents realized I was
missing them.

My mom was crying and my dad was really
angry. And I remember just

thinking, I wish you weren't mine.

I wish I didn't belong to you.

What do your parents know, Grace?

They died in a plane crash.

How old were you?

Ten.

It must have been terribly difficult.

Like, perhaps you have some abandonment
issues.

Which makes it hard for you to safely
attach to people.

Your husband.

To your son. I don't have a problem
attaching to my son.

He's perfect.

Everything else.

What?

You got a rental?

Oh, no, it's ours.

I got it off Greg.

Where's that money?

Don't worry about it.

He's taking care of us.

You like it?

Yeah. It's cool.

Big.

I'll turn this up. I love this song.

But he didn't like guitar.

When did I ever say that? I'd love to
know.

Will you stay in my lover's story?

If you stay, you won't be sorry.

He's not really a fan, are you, buddy?

I babysit a kid just like him. There's
his tutor, though.

Have you been in the water yet?

No, not yet.

We could take him to the edge. Do you
think he'll go with us?

Very socially.

He can make him a castle if he wants.

If we go just there, we'll be in sight.

Go with him, buddy?

What's his name?

Harry.

Harry.

Stop it!

You kept saying sorry when you were
sleeping.

When I came in, you were saying it.

What are you sorry about?

I don't remember.

Do you think you need to apologize for
anything?

No.

Do I have to get up?

No, Grace.

You don't need to do anything.

I can just stay in bed.

If that's what you want.

Oh.

It's you.

How are you?

Everyone misses you.

Come in, babe.

Yeah.

Fix it up a little bit.

Looks nice.

Love me tender, love me sweet,

never let me go.

Love me true.

All my dreams fulfill.

Oh, Grace, you look so well.

So great that you're home. You look so
healthy.

Thanks.

Sometimes all we need is just a little
break, right?

You know what? You and Jackson are
really lucky to have each other.

Yeah.

You, too. You look so well.

Thank you.

No, but really, like, you just look so
much better.

You, too.

You look a lot better.

Oh, good. Yeah, doing great. We're both
doing a lot better than we were. You

having a good time? The best.

And I'm just so grateful to you.

Yeah. Taking care of everything and
painting the house, taking care of the

Sweet. Having me fucking committed,
you're just the best.

Uh -huh.

Okay, Grace. But I mean it. Thank you.

Don't do this. Don't do what?

I shot a dog.

It was in pain.

We came to be and we ran amok.

May we live long and die out.

Yes.

May we live long and die out.

Grace? Leave her be, Jackson.

Grace!

Where are you, Grace?

I'm right here.

You just can't see me.

I can't go back.

I love you.

I love you.

She don't like her legs already.

She thinks crossing her legs is funny.

She looks down and knows that money.

She gets it on like the easy third
bunny.

She's my baby. I'm her honey. I'm never
going to let her go.

Yank got laid in a month of Sundays.

Caught him once and he was sent from
Miami.

Yank's too sharp but he gets things
done.

Drinks his beer like it's oxygen.

He's my baby. I'm his honey.

Never gonna let him go.

In spite of ourselves, we'll end up
sitting on a rainbow.

Against all odds, honey, we're at the
big door prize.

We're gonna fight.

Our nose is right off of our faces.

There won't be nothing but big old
hearts to dance with in our eyes.

When routine bites hard and ambitions
are low

And resentment's right high But emotions

won't grow And we're changing our ways

Taking different roles Then love,

love will tear us apart

Again.

Love.

Love will tear us apart.

Again. Why is the bedroom so cold?

You turn away on your side.

Is my time in the floor?

I expect to run so dry.

Yet they still disappear.

That we've kept through our life.

But love, love will tear us apart

again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

You cry out in your sleep on my failing
Xbox.

There's a taste.

In my mouth a desolation takes hold.

Just that something so good doesn't
function no

more.

In love, love would never start

again.

Love, love would never...

Thank you.

Satsang with Mooji

Love will tear us apart again.

Love, love will tear us apart again.