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♪ Dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Dreamin' you'll look my way ♪

♪ Dreamin', schemin' ♪

♪ Hopin' that you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ Dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Dreamin' of come what may ♪

♪ Dreamin', schemin' ♪

♪ Hopin' that you will stay ♪

♪ In the soft of the night, you're holding me tight ♪

♪ When you look at me then you'll say ♪

♪ That you've been dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Hopin' you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum bum-bum-bum-bum-bum ♪

♪ Bum-bum-bum-bum bum-bum-bum-bum-bum ♪

♪ Dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Dreamin' you'll look my way ♪

♪ Dreamin', schemin' ♪

♪ Hopin' that you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ Dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Dreamin' of come what may ♪

♪ Dreamin', schemin' ♪

♪ Hopin' that you will stay ♪

♪ In the soft of the night, you're holding me tight ♪

♪ When you look at me then you'll say ♪

♪ That you've been dreamin', dreamin' ♪

♪ Hopin' you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ Hopin' you'll be mine someday ♪

Welcome home, Piccola.

I really need to pee.

Do you want some tea?

Do you want some tea?

Three spoons of sugar, no milk, no honey, no cream-- oh.

And you can skip that pitiful little biscuit at the side

they serve in Florence all the time.

How beautiful to be back home!

Would you like breakfast?

Breakfast?

They don't serve that in Italy?

All cheese and wine.

I have patties.

Patties.

Why did I leave Italy?

Um...

How was the ride?

Oh dear, a disaster!

- A what? - A disaster!

A catastrophe! Absolutely disgusting.

This whole mess started this morning when I realized

I'd forgotten to pack my favorite hat.

- Your what? - My hat.

- Rat? - My hat.

- Your hat? - Hat.

- A hat. - You remember.

The big one. Borgogna.

Burgundy, the very red one.

Well, I was so sure I'd put it in my bag,

but then when I opened it at the train station...

You opened your suitcase on the train?

No, not on the train.

- That is so dan-- - On the sidewalk.

- The sidewalk. - The sidewalk.

Well, I didn't want to get on the train

before finding my favorite hat.

So then I asked the lead service attendant

if somebody might have seen my favorite hat.

How would the red hat get out of your luggage?

Who knows?

Pickpockets, the mafia, a jealous neighbor.

It could have been anyone.

So, then, as I rifled through my stuff

on the wet, dirty floor...

suddenly, this giant of a man suddenly appears behind me.

A giant?

A man. A giant man.

Well, at first I thought he was Russian.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Yes, so I thought.

He looks down at me with his wild black beard,

and I'm already completely out of my mind

because I can't find my gorgeous hat.

So then I say to him with my most charming,

most delightful little voice, soft like honey, I say...

Excuse me, sir?

Sir! Please,

you have to keep that train waiting!

You see I absolutely need to take this train

but my red hat...

...it's gone, and I'm very worried.

I'm sure I packed it in my bag, but it's not there.

Yes, I'm absolutely sure I brought it with me.

Sir, didn't you see a red hat by any chance?

It looks like this... red and quite big!

Very red and big.

How was I to know that this was the train driver?

My dear lady.

Your hat is the least of my concerns right now.

Get off the floor and let me do my work.

So, shocked, I answered...

Excuse me,

but my concern

should be the concern of the whole train crew

so I am not satisfied with the service.

I am not at all.

My hat disappeared under your watch.

Does nobody understand a lady's concern these days?

Wish I had my dear Geronimo with me.

He would have helped me.

He's a good man.

He would have stepped up and said...

Hey asshole!

You refuse to help a woman in need?

Yes, I would have liked that.

Isn't it just lovely being me?

Yes.

Yes it is, indeed.

Wanda?

The tea's almost ready. One second...

It is hot!

What is this?

What? I-- I don't see you.

Did you change the color?

- What color? - Of the wall.

- The what? - The wall. Jesus.

The wall is blue now.

I know.

What happened to the bright yellow one?

Oh, you mean this terrible mix of grey and orange?

Ugly!

Hm.

When did Papa find the time to do this?

Wasn't he in bed all the time?

I mean, in his final days.

I mean, he had to rest a lot, right?

I really like the new color. It's very sweet.

Fits the spirit of the house.

Thank you. That's why I changed it.

- You painted it? - I did.

- Painted the walls blue? - Mint.

- ]I don't like it. - I don't care.

I don't mind.

Doesn't matter, once I move in,

the color will change anyway.

I don't think so.

Would you like me to leave?

- You just arrived. - It makes leaving easier.

Of course I don't want you to leave.

Well, I asked to come.

You did.

- I did. - And I agreed.

That's right.

But you didn't invite me.

I didn't.

That was three months ago.

What?

We agreed that I would come by three months ago.

So?

So perhaps you've changed your mind.

Would you like me to leave? I can just--

No, I don't want you to leave.

No?

- No. - No?

Well, if you want me to stay...

- I want you to... - If that's your wish...

- It is not my wish. - ...then of course I can stay

- for as long as you want me to. - I want you to--

No. As long as you need me.

I feel like the fairy godmother.

Is it just fantastic to have your bigger sister back home?

Of course.

I should go.

No, I want you to stay, please.

Uh, well, if you wanted me to stay,

you'd have told me by now how you've been.

- I mean, how long has it been? - Three...

- Months? - ...years.

Such an awfully long time.

Is your, uh, painting still going well?

Did you finish your studies in, um, Paris

- before father got, you know? - Architecture.

Pardon?

I studied architecture, not painting.

Well, it all involves colors.

Looks like a task for children, doesn't it? But I digress.

I want to hear everything about it.

It was nice.

Nice and enjoyable.

I learned a lot about what I don't like.

I didn't get exactly what I like,

but that is fine, too, because now at least I know

what I'd like to have, and that I don't have it yet.

But the way to achieve it is easier because now,

I know what it would look...

if I hadn't learned what I don't like at all.

Like, not at all, I wouldn't know what to look for.

Or maybe I wouldn't look at all,

because I wouldn't know that there's something

better out there than the current state of mind.

The deadlock I was living in.

I learned...

how I don't like feeling.

But that's better than not feeling anything at all.

It made me feel feelings.

And that is most important, isn't it?

You look different. Heavier.

- Muscles are heavy. - Fat is, too.

Looks lovely, though.

A little extra meat on a bone never hurt no one, has it?

Where's Theodore?

Not here.

I can see that, where is he?

I let him go.

Let him go where?

- Anywhere. - Anywhere.

Where he can do whatever he wants to do.

Where did he go?

Oh, he's out in the world, living life.

- This is life. - No, I mean life in freedom.

- What is this? - Sugar.

- What did you do to him? - A glorious life.

Dolly, what did you do to him?

- I opened it. - Happy?

Opened the goddamn cage and let him out.

Why?

To let him free.

- You killed him. - I did not.

- You're a killer. - A killer.

- Disgusting! - He was a goddamn bird.

Oh, now you're already talking about him in the past.

Oh, please.

They're supposed to live in the sky, not the ground.

They need the wind, not the soil.

- They need a protected home. - No, they don't.

- Theodore didn't. - How would you know?

Don't be so dramatic.

He was our bird. He was a love bird.

And he will love the outside.

I can't believe you did that.

It just got--

It just got too hard.

It took all my time and attention and I...

You're such a drama queen.

I can't change my mind about this,

but I truly believe I did the right thing.

So you think you did nothing wrong?

No, of course not.

It's a bird that was rescued from a painful life

and eventually, pitiful death in a cage.

Rescued from me?

I see.

Don't you "Soso" me.

Let me get you some more tea.

My God!

Aren't they just adorable?

Look at their little hands and their little, little noses.

So tiny.

I wish I had a nose like that.

I wish I had the same smile.

Do you think we're bad people?

Why, do you?

We haven't seen each other for years.

Well, that alone doesn't make us bad people.

We haven't talked since father got sick.

- And... - Well, we're all just

unfortunately busy women.

We don't have the luxury of sitting at home

spinning our minds about our lives

or what we'll cook for dinner while we're waiting

for our wealthy husbands to arrive home.

Sometimes I find my mind wonder...

would you have come back for me?

I feel responsible, but I--

I can't stop my train of thoughts

that you wouldn't have come

if it wasn't about father's death, his inheritance.

I.. I-- I--

catch myself praying that you came for me.

Inheritance?

The inheritance? Oh, sweetie!

I came just for you,

to support you in your time of mourning.

I do not care at all, like at all,

about any claim on the house.

You mean that old thing?

What would I even do with it? I live in Italy now, remember?

What would you do with it?

Well, and I'm so impractical.

I could not care less about

how I'm looking or what I'm wearing.

Can you imagine there's women out there

who make a big fuss about everything,

like the world only shines for them.

The sun only shines for them.

Frankly, I can't stand those women.

Terrible. That's why I came here.

Because you hate the women in Italy?

- No. - Because you hate women?

- No. Uh, yes. - I don't understand.

Well, the good thing is, I brought us some treats.

Oh.

You know I don't drink. It's my rule.

Well, rules are here to be broken.

What else would we enjoy breaking if not rules?

Promises?

Here is a toast. Let's celebrate.

What for?

To our inheritance.

To your inheritance.

To father's corpse.

Well, in the past, people would have

clearly appreciated the power of the elder sibling.

So you mean.

Well, look up any kingdom in history,

England, Sweden, Mongolia.

Mongolia was never a kingdom.

What I'm saying is,

they all gave their crown to the elder sibling.

Well, unless it was a girl.

Well, lucky for us, we didn't have a brother.

We'd have to kill him to get our right to the crown.

You're right.

Excuse me?

You're right, you'd have to kill our brother

to get your right to the crown.

You're absolutely right.

I'm glad we weren't born kings and queens.

Well, maybe not officially.

My dear little sister--

We're all queens.

In here. Right in here.

Which means you can decide to live life to the fullest.

I'm not sure about that.

There's nothing to be unsure about.

Life is a whirlwind.

And even if you weren't born rich,

which most of us weren't anyways...

you can decide to live a rich life.

Behave like a queen,

and people will treat you like one.

Boop!

You should be fine taking a bath now.

Can't wait. I feel all itchy and dirty.

Well, seems like somebody forgot to pay the bill.

Just yesterday, the water was still working

and the kitchen sink works. I--

I don't understand.

Do you understand?

Do I look like a water engineer?

You could wash your hair in the sink.

With grease and kitchen soap?

No, thank you.

Here, I'll fill a tub of hot water.

Just wait, just wait here, or the bedroom.

Where are you?

I'm on my way.

Shut up.

Dolores. My sweetheart.

Your kisses give me fever.

I couldn't wait to see you.

Look at you. You look beautiful.

Mm! Mm.

No, I'm serious. Shut up.

No, no. Mm!

Oh...

Why did you come now?

Because you told me to.

But not now. Holy, it's way too early.

They threw me out of the room.

They kicked me out when you left.

I had nowhere else to go. There was no water anymore.

Nobody had paid the bill.

Where was I supposed to go?

But my sister is still in there.

Then let's go and say hello.

Oh. How would you like to die?

I'm too young to think about that.

Well, if the answer isn't cut into tiny pieces

with a dull knife so the process is very slow,

very painful, don't go in there.

I love your sister already.

She wouldn't be the one to kill you.

I just need you to wait for a few more days.

Days? Where am I supposed to go?

I ju-- just haven't talked

with Wanda about it yet.

Okay, well, what about the inheritance?

You said that

if there was a will, your father

would have absolutamente made you the only heir.

And if there was no will,

you would still have received the house

because you are the eldest.

Yes, Geronimo, yes, I know what I've said, but,

things turned out differently, not like I expected.

I didn't find the letter of inheritance yet,

which means that the house is mine,

but I just didn't find the time to tell her yet.

She's still so fragile.

She's still in mourning.

It's been-- it's been three months since he passed away

and God knows why, but she won't talk about it.

She's like one of those stray dogs.

Like the ones in Italy.

They just eat your garbage and shit in your garden.

I don't like having mercy for them.

But it was her-- her father.

Mine, too.

- What? - He was my father, too.

But you never really cared.

I did.

I-- I do care about my sister now,

which-- which is why I can't just storm in there

and take away her house.

I mean, she loves it.

God, she even painted the walls blue.

You know, we can't go back to Italy.

We have nowhere else to go, our place is gone,

and money vanishes like children in America.

Yes, yes, I know, I know that.

Amora, I-- I don't understand this hesitancy.

You never really cared about him.

- I did. - It's okay.

I... Just not enough.

It's good to be home.

I just need a few more hours.

Where would you like me to go?

Do you trust me?

I'm so ready for my footbath.

Who was at the door?

Uh, just, uh, a confused neighbor.

Was it Tony? Laubner?

- No. - Tony.

Did he say his name was Tony? Tony Laubner?

- No. - Dark eyes, violent hands?

No.

- Was it Mr. Schuller? - Who?

Mr. Schuller, father's friend from Vienna?

No.

They went to elementary school together.

Nostalgia, hmm?

I always admired you.

Really?

You're beautiful.

- No, I'm not. - Yes, you are.

- I'm ignorant. - I'm ugly.

- No. - I admire you.

No, you just admire my passion.

My passion to travel and...

my ignorance towards the people I love.

That's nothing to be proud of.

- I'm... - What?

Moins que rien.

- Wanda? - What?

What does it mean?

- What? - "Moins que rien."

Less than nothing.

Only sometimes I...

- What? - I-- I--

- What? Tell me. - Uh, I feel-- I--

Just tell me, Wanda.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of always playing nice and pretending, you know?

I-- People play with me.

They play a mindless game and they think

I don't know, but I do know.

I-- I know when they play with me.

I feel I want to say something.

- What, now? - No, not now.

- I mean in general. - In general?

- I mean in a situation. - In what situation?

It's just-- a situation.

- Like what? - Just any situation.

Like when you're tired of the day

and all you want to do is eat dinner in silence,

but there are all these people

and they keep talking and talking and talking

and-- and do you just want to eat your dinner?

And there are all these voices and they just don't stop

and all you want to say is...

Shut the fuck up!

But you keep quiet and you keep playing nice,

and you keep all this anger stored inside

for a much bigger event.

Release it.

What?

The anger.

No.

But you must.

- I must. - You must.

It's your responsibility to yourself, to life.

- No, I can't. - Yes, you can.

- I can't. - Yes.

How?

Howl.

Like a wolf. Howl.

No.

No, I can't.

- Yes, you can. - No, I can't.

- Snap out of this. - What?

This pitiful little comfort zone you're sitting in.

I'm not comfortable. You make me feel uneasy.

Good.

Yes. Roar like a bear.

- What was that? - I-- Th--That was a bear.

That's not a bear. That was not even a baby bear.

That was a kitten. Come on.

Now start moving.

Move your body to it. It's like-- like dancing.

You have to feel it in your whole body.

- I can't-- - Yes.

Now feel it, in here.

See, see. It's like a dance, like a dance,

to the left, to the right.

- I deserve to be happy. - You do.

No, say it.

I deserve to be happy.

- Mean it. - I deserve to be happy.

Yes.

The bear inside of me.

Feel the wolf.

The bear.

- So what are you? - I'm a bear.

- A bear. - A bear.

- Yes. - A bear.

What other animals are there? Huh?

- What ar-- - Um, um, um, a-- a-- a dog.

A bird. What are you?

What are you? What are you?

Close your eyes.

Good. Which animal-- Which animal can you see?

Um, I see a bird.

- Yeah. - I see-- I see a fish.

I see a cat.

- I see... - Yes.

All right.

Um, come here.

What animal are you? Are you a pack?

Are you a-- a rebel loner?

Are you a reptile? A bird? A fish?

- A bird. - A bird?

I'm sure. I'm a bird. I'm a bird of paradise.

I'm a gorilla.

What are you, Wanda?

Come on, tell me.

What are you, Wanda?

- I'm... - Show me your animal.

I'm...

I'm-- I'm a lion.

I learned his handwriting.

I learned so I could sign all his medical documents.

He was so weak.

Isn't that interesting?

How such a strength of a man

can die down into something so fragile.

Like a raisin.

Once big and sour, it turns into something

so small and sweet.

Yeah.

I really do love humans.

They're so beautiful and versatile.

And they always try to find a purpose in life.

Always try to build, to create,

to adjust, to make better, to perfect.

But most of the time we're failing.

We're too slow.

We die before we can finish it.

Whatever it is our heart wants and then we spend our lives

living for this one thing

that we'll never be able to finish.

There's always more.

Bah!

I-- I like it.

I like the thought...

that we're so small.

But our minds are so big, filled with so many things.

Almost unbearable.

Well, you really have to love what you do

in order to do it forever.

Is that why you studied fashion in Italy?

No.

I studied fashion to become rich.

And did you?

In Italy, I mean.

Have you ever felt loved? Truly.

And I don't mean the half-hearted love

a father gets his daughters, I mean...

the love that makes you feel like a queen.

Like you would sacrifice your life for someone.

When Farouk got sick, I left school

in France to take care of him.

I didn't tell you before,

because I didn't want you to worry.

Hmm.

And every night, every night,

we would sit down at dinner,

and he would tell me all the stories

about the past, and childhood,

and... Austria.

And... most of the stories were about you.

He loved you more.

They didn't let me finish my studies in France.

I missed most of my exams.

But at least I learned a bit of French.

He never asked me how I felt about that sacrifice.

Maybe that's true love?

No.

How did it feel when he hit you?

I hurt my lovers,

because we were taught to do so.

I hit Geronimo.

One, two, three times.

But he's a good man.

He would forgive me.

He would always come back to me.

Lucky.

Luck is a state of mind.

A state of being.

Nobody can take away your luck.

You can create it.

And it will be all yours.

Is that what you did in Italy?

Find your luck?

I found my man.

I lost everything else.

Do you want to see him?

He's a beautiful man.

He has a beautiful name, too, Geronimo.

Sounds like a summer breeze to me.

- He looks spar-- - Don't speak ill of him,

ever in my presence, you hear me?

He's the only person in this world

I would really die for.

One. Two. Three.

What are we doing with the furniture?

The pieces that are too dirty to sell?

Keep them.

All of them?

All.

Look at this, Dolly.

What is this?

Don't you remember?

We painted it together.

Perhaps you did, I don't recall.

It was the night Father was out,

and his friend from Germany arrived that day.

Stefan.

We didn't like that man.

His boots were so big, and he made the floor all dirty.

Father was just smiling at him, and...

"He's important, be nice."

That's what he said.

As if it didn't even matter that his...

boots made the house all slippery and wet.

Made us clean as boots.

So, we drew this cockroach on this table.

And this cockroach was living in the boot.

And we-- we called the cockroach Stefan.

I don't remember.

Yes, and-- and we pretended this boot was all slippery,

and all smelly.

And the cockroach wanted to leave.

But we wouldn't allow it.

Why wouldn't we want him to leave?

I'm not sure.

Oh, look at the little bug.

His eyes wide open, his mouth so big, and round.

He is screaming.

Why, is he in pain?

I hope so.

What was that?

Water.

- Water, where? - In the bathroom.

Wait, wait, Wanda, what are you doing?

I want to see it.

No, it's just a broken pipe probably, wait!

Wait, Wanda, please, I need to tell you something.

- You see, I locked the door. - Why?

So nobody would use the broken pipe.

I wanna see it.

Well, you saw it before, didn't you?

Or otherwise I would've used the water,

and take a bath, right?

Or did you lie to me about it to keep the water

- all to yourself? - No, I didn't lie.

- You lied to me, Wanda. - No, I didn't lie.

Tell me the truth, you lied to me.

- I'm telling you the truth. - Yes, you're lying to me.

- I'm not lying, I turned the-- - You want the water

- all for yourself, didn't you? - I'm not.

- No, I'm telling you the truth. - You used the water.

I'm telling you the truth. I'm not lying,

- I'm telling you the truth. - Come on, you're lying to me.

- Yes, you're lying to me. - I'm not lying.

You want the water all for yourself, didn't you?

- I'm not. - You all just wanted the water

for yourself, didn't you? You lied to me.

- I didn't lie to you. - Like you lied about the house!

What do you mean?

When were you going to tell me about this?

Where did you find this?

Papa's collection of work papers.

Right there, at the bottom. Hard to find.

- I didn't hide it from you. - No?

Then Papa did.

Why would he?

Were you looking for this?

Why would I?

Because it says who's entitled to the inheritance.

- Does it? - Most certainly does.

No.

- No? - No.

I knew it was there.

I put it there before you arrived.

- Yes, that's so. - Why?

Because it says who's entitled to the inheritance.

Me.

The entire inheritance goes to me.

Liar.

- You liar. - This, is-- It says my name.

No! What did you do?

This is your fault, not mine.

This is your fault.

You knew my letter-- my name is not even on this stupid letter.

Why did you then even invite me to come here?

Oh, ho, ho! Oh! I see.

You wanted to see my face all red, and blue, and sweaty.

Huh? That's why you wanted me to come here.

No, this is supposed to be mine. This whole letter.

This inheritance was always supposed to be mine.

I'm the elder one, not you.

I'm supposed-- I'm entitled to this.

Oh! Great. Amazing!

Good plot here. Wow.

I'm not going back to Italy. Never!

I've lost everything. No money, no house, nothing.

I've lost it all!

So if you think this is going to be split, you're wrong.

This is going to be mine.

So don't look at me with your dull eyes, huh?

Don't stare at me.

Don't give me that crap!

This is supposed to be my inheritance.

So you should be happy.

You won't get an apology.

All these dolls and the furniture,

we can split that, and you're out tomorrow.

Split the stupid dolls, and the stupid furniture,

and then you're out by tomorrow. You are leaving.

I don't want to see you anymore. You understand?

You know what? You should be-- You should be actually happy.

You should be happy. You're free now.

Didn't you tell me about your poor little sacrifice?

Huh? Your poor little sacrifice.

"Oh, no. I have to leave France." Ooh!

Well, now you're free.

Go out there in the world. You can be free now, huh?

Why aren't you smiling?

Why don't you smile? Huh?

Why aren't you smiling?

You dirty slut.

Am I good?

Am I beautiful?

Inside.

Oh, now you want to cry?

That's what you want?

Cry like a little baby?

Huh?

Give me your teddy bear.

Give it to me.

No Father, no. Please.

Please don't take my bear.

Give it to me!

No, please don't.

Please don't take my bear.

You've been a bad girl,

very stupid.

You don't deserve it.

Give him to me.

No please, no.

Don't take my teddy bear away! Please don't, Father!

Please don't take him away!

Give it to me!

No please, no.

Give it to me! I said, give it to me now!

No please, no.

Give it to me! No, please no.

Please don't take him!

Give it to me!

Give it to me.

♪ Dreamin' ♪

♪ Hopin' you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ Hopin' you'll be mine someday ♪

♪ The way you howl at the moon ♪

♪ You could make me swoon ♪

♪ I know for goodness' sake ♪

♪ The way you shimmy and shake ♪

♪ You jibber-jabber like a buffalo ♪

♪ And wibber-wabber when you shuffalo ♪

♪ What do you want ♪

♪ From me ♪

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

♪ Tell me, baby, 'cause I got to know ♪

♪ Don't keep me waiting in the shadows ♪

♪ I can't wait 'til tomorrow ♪

♪ Every day I think I love you so ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Shake and rock 'n' roll all night ♪

♪ You wanna dance 'til the daylight ♪

♪ You live life like a ♪

♪ Until the come ♪

♪ Just crazy in my head space ♪

♪ Ooh you taught me how to ebb and flow ♪

I'm not certain about this.

About us?

- No, about this. - You mean, your sister?

♪ Tell me, baby ♪

It was my father's wish to bequeath everything to her.

♪ Don't keep me waiting ♪

What?

♪ I can't wait 'til tomorrow ♪

I don't want to lose everything again.

I don't want to leave.

♪ Ooh ♪

Take what's yours.

Take it.

You deserve it.

It's all yours.

It's all mine.

Take it. It's all yours.

I deserve it.

Yes.

It is ours.

♪ Don't keep me waiting in the shadows ♪

♪ I can't wait 'til tomorrow ♪

It is ours.

♪ I think I love you so ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Hmm.

It's good.

All human beings are born free and equal.

Don't believe it.

And we are too slow, that we can't finish it.

That we die before we find our purpose.

Imperfect.

All of us.

Imperfection reveals truth.

Nobody wants to hear the truth.

Well, no one wants to hear lies, either.

Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies,

lies, lies, lies.

Since I remember.

You go on your adventures,

and do whatever you feel like doing.

Never looking back, never being even

slightly interested or compassionate

about the people you push out of your way.

You don't care about people.

You didn't care about father or Theodore.

Not really.

You never did.

You come here with your false Italian charm,

and your charisma, and you think you make

people fall in love with you.

With your beauty, and your charisma,

but the truth is...

you make people around you sick.

You make me sick.

And it has always been this way, so it was naive of me

to think that that would have changed.

I should have never told you Father got sick,

Father passed away, with your charming ignorance,

you probably wouldn't have even noticed he's gone.

Are you drunk?

You are ignorant,

and weak.

You are a fraud!

And despite the fact that everybody hates you,

you're still making a pretty great show out of your life.

Pretending you're still standing on solid ground,

although you're already falling.

Maybe, maybe I should have been a little bit

more like you, early on in life.

That would have saved me a lot of sleepless nights,

fighting for my dreams,

while taking care of a sick, old man.

You know what, I'm actually glad he's gone.

Never really liked him, anyways.

- Father. - Theodore.

That was our bird.

You decided for both of us,

I didn't have a chance, I didn't have a voice.

Well, you have a voice now.

So, come on, tell me how awful I am.

What a monster I am for having some humanity.

- You killed him. - I saved him.

You know what, screw it.

I loved getting rid of that bird.

Call it my secret pleasure.

You know, I should start claiming what belongs to me,

and stop covering your goofy inability to live a life.

Here, do you think this,

do you think all of this is a problem for me?

Oh! Mm! Mm!

Mm! No problem at--

No problem at all.

And do you think Italians are the only

people who love the rush of alcohol?

Oh!

Great sip of wine.

Mm!

Délicieux.

Feels great to be alive, finally.

Hmm!

I had a choice, and I chose to be selfish.

Can I ask you one thing?

Please, go ahead, don't hold yourself back for me.

Why do you hate me so much?

I deserve to be happy, too.

When beauty ages, what do we have left?

I just wanted to wash my hair.

I sometimes wonder

if I'm asking for too much.

Do I want too much?

Am I ungrateful, disrespectful?

Do I not understand the rules of life?

That I can't be someone that I wasn't born to be?

Or am I resentful,

and scared to give up on the person I don't want to be

to become someone I could love.

I love you.

♪ When will this pain be gone ♪

♪ Bah bah ♪

♪ When will this night be through ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Must I go on and on ♪

♪ Wanting the touch of you ♪

♪ Why am I torn apart ♪

♪ Breaking my heart in two ♪

♪ Bah bah bah bah ♪

♪ Why did I have to start ♪

♪ Wanting the touch of you ♪

♪ You've not come back ♪

♪ Yet I can't believe ♪

♪ We're through somehow ♪

♪ I never heard ♪

♪ You say the fatal words ♪

♪ That it's over now ♪

♪ Oh, I told my heart be still ♪

♪ Bah bah bah ♪

♪ I will find someone new ♪

♪ Yet I can't rest until ♪

♪ I feel the touch of you ♪

♪ I told my heart be still ♪

♪ Bah bah bah bah ♪

♪ I will find someone new ♪

♪ Bah bah bah bah ♪

♪ Yet I can't rest until ♪

♪ I feel the touch of you ♪

It is me, darling.

Kiss me. Love me.

Give me all your truth but don't look at me.

I want you to give me all your love.

I want you to give me all your love.

Look at me.

Look at me.

Look at me now, darling!

♪ You say I'm the only one you need ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ If you leave, my heart will bleed ♪

♪ Tell me that our love's just begun ♪

♪ And stay by my side forever ♪

♪ One day, we shall belong to the past ♪

♪ Like a dream ♪

♪ Our lives go by so fast ♪

♪ Promise me you'll never forget me ♪

♪ And stay by my side ♪

♪ I don't wanna live my life without you ♪

♪ I feel free and we have nothing to hide ♪

♪ Tonight it's so hard to breathe without you ♪

♪ Oh baby, tell me you'll stay by my side ♪

♪ You say you want to drown in my eyes ♪

♪ With you, I'm a shining star in the sky ♪

♪ Tell me that our love is endless ♪

♪ And stay by my side ♪

♪ Oh, baby stay by my side ♪

♪ Oh, baby stay by my side ♪

♪ Ooh ♪