All language subtitles for Killing.Time.1998.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.BZ]

There are only two things in this world
of any worth, Mr. Douglas.

Sex and violins.

I was ten, Mr. Douglas, when I realized
that sexually I was different from my

friends. But what to do about it?

I knew that I could never change, and
yet... Such abomination.

By the age of 12, I'd learnt the first
folio of Shakespeare's work. By 14, I'd

play almost half -string quartets. And
then, at 16 years of age, I read the

private letters of James Joyce to his
lifelong lover, Nora Barnacle.

The smallest things he wrote give me a
cock -dand.

A little brown stain on the seat of your
white drawer.

I lost no time.

I immediately resolved to research the
sex lives of my greatest heroes.

Friedrich's sister made a habit of
playing with his genitals as if they

special toys.

Lord Byron's final nail was to commit
incestuous sin with his married half

-sister. My favourite writer, André
Gide, confessed attraction to some

or deformed young boys, whilst
Tchaikovsky's tortured homosexuality

compared to Dostoevsky's paedophilia and
violent, sometimes epileptic, coital

act.

His desire for corporal punishment was
held by many, such as Colonel P .E.

Lawrence, who enjoyed a spank with Birch
on buttocks, to the point of seminal

omission.

I reveled in the sodomy of Samuel Peete,
and, of course, the glory of Donatian

Alphonse Francois, Desard.

Even Mozart expected Desard to be hit on
his young love's face. So, far from

alienating me, you see, my fetish.

elevates me to the highest echelons of
life.

I knew, I knew, from the age of ten,
that in order to

come, I had to kill.

And you, Mr. Douglas, with all your
nasty betrayal and deceit, you with

justice on your side, and you who have
no doubt laughed at my naivety,

Am I next? Fuck.

So here's the deal.

You use whatever you want.

Where you get them from, I don't care.

Once it's done, you leave.

And I don't ever want to see your
fucking face again for as long as I

You fucking look at me.

Now you remember, Charlie.

It's me that gave your life back.

All you've got to do is take those away.

And we're even.

You know, all things considered, your
options are few. I mean, the next time

they catch up to you, and they will
fucking catch up to you, mate, you won't

even see the light of day.

It's plain and simple.

You follow her.

When she kills Riley, you kill her.

Charlie. Fuck off. Right.

I'm just saying it's a shame to whack a
sexy life, that's all.

Whack? Hey, listen to him, John.

Whack's what you do to your fucking
girlfriend when she smells as someone

aftershave. No, no.

I never whacked Linda.

I told her.

She was putting her socks on.

I said, pet.

In Burma.

In Burma, pet.

The women used to have to walk ten feet
behind the men until 1945.

Then? Do you know what happened then?

No. Well, then, the men made the women
walk away in front.

Do you know why? No.

It's because of landmines. That's right.

That's because of landmines left behind
in Burma after the war.

Now, wait.

I'll say what you like, but I think I
wouldn't have made you do that bit.

Yeah, I mean, she could have, like,
walked, you know, like, alongside. It's

like... Parallel. Oh, like, sort of
parallel, but... Yeah, I mean, I

have made her walk in front.

Would have, though.

Huh?

All right.

That's her.

She's gorgeous.

For fuck's sake, man, we're doing a job.
Will you stop thinking with your cock?

Didn't he used to say that to me?

Less cock, more brains, right, George?

Otherwise you'll get us fucking killed.

Oh, do you know about Burma?

Well, I just read about it in Russell.

What are you two reading to Pawnee
Magwell, isn't it?

Bye for now.

Did you make the pickup?

Yeah, it's like clockwork. This is such
an easy job, Charlie. I have to be the

one that whacks her, all right?

What the fuck's with all this whacking
shit?

I'm just saying that I'm fucking ripped
today and I want to do it, all right? I

want to fucking kill her.

I want to fucking fuck her.

Just shut the fuck up!

You just do the job like the nice man
says.

Period.

Yes, madam, how can I help you?

Frank,

will you assist the lady with her bags,
please? Room 412.

All right. Italian.

All right.

Buongiorno. Buongiorno.

Pardon?

She said it's okay, Frank. Okay. Oh,
yes.

Buongiorno.

See you later.

Buongiorno, signora.

Hello.

You'll be needing this tape machine.

You'll be needing this.

The tape recorder.

Sorry.

Il biratore.

I don't know.

Do you want a hand with your... No, no,
because... Bagaglio.

Fall too.

All right, George.

Get back down here.

Right. That's that running.

So I'll just leave that there, right?

You've got the bathroom.

The stanza de bagno through there. And
the wardrobe.

Liz's jacket.

Aye.

That's the rug.

Anyway, and... Thanks.

And welcome to English Today.

I'm Anna Fortuna, and I'll be your guide
through the next ten conversations.

You can use your guidebook to follow the
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The two people who will be giving the
English translations are Derek and Joan.

We hope that these lessons will make
your holiday in England that much more

enjoyable. Hello, yes.

Anthony, take it.

Yes, I've got it right here.

I suggest we go ahead and still make the
exchange today.

I'll be there myself.

Right.

Ciao.

I'd like him dead.

Do you hear?

I know that man knows all about the
late, great Douglas and the boys in

want it sorted out.

I want him dead this afternoon.

Philip, old friend.

You're in charge.

Hey, John.

Yeah? What's brown and sticky, mate?

What? What's brown and sticky?

Why? Don't fucking ask me why. You're
supposed to say, I don't know, what's

brown and sticky.

I don't care.

That's hardly the fucking point, is it,
you wanker? Just say, what is brown and

sticky?

Go on, then.

I just did.

I said it, then.

What is brown and sticky?

Your fucking knob of George's arse.

Now, why are you asking me?

It's a joke, mate. I don't get it. I
haven't fucking told it yet. Yeah, we

on with it. Now, fuck you.

What is brown and sticky?

But this... The label in these jeans are
sticking into me.

I've had these jeans two years now.

I got up this morning and suddenly the
label started digging into us.

What do you want me to do?

Well, take the label off then.

That's what Lindy said, but I mean... I
told her, I says, if I take the label

off, you're not going to know how to
wash them properly.

I mean, she said she would, but you know
what she's like.

Grazie, Fran.

Grazie.

There she is.

Yes, really.

Right. You take her out in one go,
right? Pull it in the skull.

If you have to fight, you crack her
fucking neck in one go, right?

And you stay with her until she's dead.

Right. And when she's dead, you phone
me.

Safe, man. Peace.

You fucking... All right, all right,
Charlie!

Dickhorn on here, Captain Corkin and
Willy Wonka. Hey, my name's John.

She's at the entrance.

Right.

Let's see how good this bit is.

Hello, Wileys!

Hello.

Sad, I feel, when the most exciting
thing to happen to you in a day is to

a service address.

On the off chance there'll be
excitement, when in your heart of hearts

it's a faulty entry.

Take a look at it.

It's beautiful.

Thank you.

Riley. Dov 'è?

Dov 'è?

Riley.

Dov 'è? I don't know what the bloody
hell you're talking about. Riley is

He's away.

Voglio sapere.

Dov 'è? He's out of town.

He's gone.

Away.

He's, uh... He's on a train ride.

Choo -choo.

Choo -choo.

He, uh...

He won't be back. A che ora arriva il
treno?

A che ora arriva?

I'll arrive.

5 .40.

Muoviti. Muoviti.

Quale treno?

Quale treno? 5 .40.

Jesus Christ.

That was quick.

How to.

And she is.

All right.

All right, Charles. Calm down, mate.

Yeah.

I'll phone you when it's done. All
right, Mum.

Now I can have sex with you and then
kill you.

Or I can kill you.

I mean, that sucks, but yeah.

I know you don't believe me, do you?

You don't, do you?

In any hour, well, we end up screwing.

I'm lying, then, and I'm already
reaching for me Calvin Klein's.

I just want to wipe me knob on the
curtains and get out there lively.

And I'm telling you, she turns round and
says to me, right out of the blue, my

haircut's the dearest thing I own.

Do you believe that?

No, sorry, but I'm confused.

You're confused.

I was confused.

Yes, sir.

Jesus Christ, what a fucking mess.

This is a total bloodbath.

First on the scene, Mark? Yes, sir. Saw
the door. Uh -huh. Thought it was a bit

unusual. Forensics? They're on their
way, sir.

Okay.

Anyway, Jim, there lies me proper.

I'm lying there stark as thinking psycho
tart from the 7 -Eleven, contemplating

making a break for a locked front door.

I mean, how do I escape?

To be honest with you, Bob, it's not
really your predicament that I'm

about. What are you saying?

You sleep with women every night. You
take your chances, if you like.

I like very much.

What I don't understand is how a haircut
can be the most expensive thing someone

owns. Exactly, that's what I'm saying to
you. The girl is made.

No, apart from the man, it's quite
simply an arithmetic term. It's either

expensive haircut or she doesn't own a
fucking thing.

Or both.

Or both.

You just seem to have accepted that and
you're concentrating on the part played

by your leaking cock in the whole story.
Sorry. Pardon me, Jim, for not

analysing the event's real strengths and
intrigues. Tomorrow, we'll talk about

your wife's 20 -pound hairdo.

Is that a dig at a man with a happy and
fulfilling home life? No, that's a dig

at a pain -in -the -arse partner.

Next.

Thorough is definitely a word that
springs to mind.

Other words that spring to mind are
coffee, make some, cups of, someone,

and we're going to be here all day
writing this one up.

Great things, words, aren't they?

Always ending in a crisis.

Just a cup of Smitty's horse, right?

He's blown it.

It's up to you.

Okay?

Victor.

You're a proud big man.

Right?

What the fuck is this, Tyler? Who the
fuck is this one?

It isn't Riley!

Oh!

Well, this is fucking brilliant.

We've got what?

Seven?

Eight dead bodies in this place?

That piece of shit got away.

Oh, okay.

What is it?

What do you mean, what is it?

We both know that lunatic kills like
rabbits screw.

And at the end of all this...

We've still got some lunatic on the
loose in Riley.

You know, at least... At least if they
would have got him, we'd be right back

here where we started.

As it is, we're just done.

We're just losing control. I've got to
go to the toilet.

Just below the first floor.

You got your phone?

isn't fucking dead.

Don't kill her.

Do you hear me?

I said Riley isn't fucking dead.

My... Smithy!

You shouldn't have bloody whacked up...
Shit.

You okay?

Yeah.

Lipstick.

Lipstick on the corpse on the entry room
underneath the powder burns.

You told anyone?

Who? Other than a super.

And say what?

Excuse me, sir, you know the man we're
looking for, where we think he's just

turned out to be the female variety?

Oh, great work, Jim.

How do you know this?

Oh, well, sir, I just got out my ladybug
book of forensics. You know the one you

took to solve crimes? Yeah. And voila,
result.

You finished?

I think we're looking for a woman.

Yeah.

There's also this.

5 .40.

What do you mean?

What?

I never said anything.

Yeah, you said yeah.

I just said we're looking for a woman
and you said yeah.

Not right, or okay right, or okay, but
yeah.

Did I? Yes.

I know this because I was there, Bob.

I know you, and I know you know
something here.

I'll be two seconds.

Just give me two seconds.

Fitting for England today, Brian.

Get a smithy.

What?

On your phone. Now.

Smithy.

What the fuck's going on up there?

You come here often?

You are very beautiful today.

Smitty?

Can I buy you a coffee?

What the fuck is going on?

You have a wonderful sense of humor.

What? What?

You make me laugh.

Hello?

Who the fuck is this?

Who the fuck is this?

Charlie?

Charlie? Hello, Charlie?

Bryant? Who is it? Could you send up
some fresh flowers?

Oh, God.

Fuck off.

You're right.

It's a woman.

Our next contestant is Mr. Brian, who is
a computer programmer from Basingstoke.

Mr. Brian, to have 60 seconds on your
specialist subject, what the fuck is

on? Starting now.

Could you send up some fresh flowers and
some fruit as well?

A banana.

An orange.

Ciao, signorina.

It's me, Frank.

Francesco. Yeah.

Very good.

Molto buono.

One of the guests has been complaining
about a bit of noise.

You know, crash.

Bang.

Anyway, I told him we've been having
some problems with the plumbing on this

level. So I've been checking each of the
rooms.

And, well, now it's your turn. I'll just
take a quick...

Oh, no. No disturbare. Aye, that's
right.

Disturbia. No. Just for a moment,
though. No, no, no.

How about some grapes?

Sir, correct me if I'm wrong.

You thought that if you hired an Italian
hitwoman to wipe out Riley, the entire

city would be free from crime and
suffering?

You didn't know Douglas?

Am I right so far?

Yeah.

But obviously simplifying it like that
just makes it sound ridiculous.

Shit, Bob.

Yeah, it's really fucking easy just to
laugh about all this.

Poor old Bobby Bryant.

He's off his rocker this time.

There we go.

It's easy to see what the problem is.

Sorry,

pet. I didn't quite catch all that.

I have lost my way.

There we go. All done.

Benito!

Let me tell you something, Jim.

And you listen to me.

Because I don't know whether I'm right
or wrong anymore.

But it comes a time when... When you've
just had enough.

And you've got to strike out.

And it doesn't matter whether you wear a
badge or your whole good moral

principles.

You've just got to hit back.

See what that fuck did to Douglas.

How was that time for me?

Where in God's name did you find her?
Yellow pages?

You can get anything if you want it bad
enough.

Contracted by a middleman.

She never even knew my name.

The thing is, she's expensive.

Really expensive.

You can't afford to pay the bill.

Why don't we just leave her?

I don't know where my money is.

My money is in the case.

Forensics are here, sir.

They're starting from the bottom up.

Right, Mark.

We'll be here if they need us.

Yes, my friend.

It's best kept between...

Anthony. Always good to see you.

I see that your men are looking as smart
as ever.

That's an estimable trait.

Have you got the stuff?

I believe that is the general idea.

You know, I think it was in ancient
Babylon that the poets would recline

the banks of the river and compose their
verse in solitude by themselves.

Sometimes for hours they'd sit and write
till they felt their opus was complete.

and then fold the paper upon which
they'd worked into a watertight

which they'd fill with wine, and place
upon the river's flow.

Naturally, the artist, one downstream,
would receive the parcel, drink the

and share in the beauty of his
benefactor's work from the surface of

nectar's carton.

Hence, the glory of the work was passed
from man to man.

Well, you know, Very nice, Jacob.

What the fuck are you on about?

Nothing of any relevance.

No, that would be impressive.

What the bloody hell is this? What on
earth did you expect?

Come on, Bob.

I think I prefer the arrogant,
misogynistic Bob to the depressed and

What do you want me to do?

Well, make some semblance of an effort
to look as though you're working.

What, like you are?

I, my friend, am impersonating a quick
-witted, active detective, thinking on

his feet, one step ahead of the
villains.

While you, it would appear, are doing a
fine impression of a man drawing a

spider's web.

It's an onion.

I seem to have lost all my money.

I don't know where my money is.

My money is in the case.

Le posso sempre dare un travel check?

I could always give you a traveler's
check.

Mi è caduto il gelato.

I have dropped my ice cream.

You're set.

All right.

Close your phone.

Just go in there and check the place
out.

If you find out what happened to the
others, fair enough.

But do not make a fucking move without
me.

You just wait in the bar, okay?

Aye, man, whatever.

That's that smitty token. And unless I'm
mistaken, George, he's already dead.

Just get going and I'll get rid of the
barn.

I would really like a drink.

Let's go to the bar.

I just think it's very ironic that you
should hire a woman to do a job like

this.

Jim, you're just like every other
married man with kids I know.

You're well aware of the fact that I can
go out and pick up any woman which I

choose to.

So instead of me and your jealousy, you
all pretend to be contented with your

lot. And get your kicks from your
secretary's Christmas kiss.

And just wish, just wish that you had
the gut to go and buy a porn over it.

Or visit, or visit some red light
district just once.

Neither of which us bachelors in fact
need to do.

Yet it is us who you see fit to label
misogynistic.

Finished. It's true though, isn't it?

Nope.

Whiskey ice, please.

Grazie.

I have lost my

way.

It's the deep end of my head. It's
Trump, Trump, Trump.

Do you really think I get turned on by
my secretary's Christmas kiss?

You don't have a secretary, do you?

Oh, stop him, someone. You know what I
mean.

I don't know, I suppose.

Any kiss is supposed to have somewhat of
a such -like effect, isn't it?

There was a Roman writer, Cato, who
tells us that kissing was

invented in Rome by suspicious husbands
who were detecting whether their wives

had been drinking wine.

Just goes to show, doesn't it?

About time to change.

Have you been at the bottle pit?

Come here.

That's nothing.

After the Second World War, in Burma,
you may not believe this, but the

women used to have to walk ten feet
behind the men until 1945.

When the men made the women walk away in
front because of the landmines left

behind in Burma after the war.

Now what do you think of that?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Jesus!

Thank you. Thank

you.

Thank you.

thank you

May I?

Make some friends.

I have a problem.

Where do you come from?

Where?

Where do you come from?

You wouldn't fucking believe me if I
told you.

Fuck's sake, man.

I'm trying to die.

Who do you think made you, fucking God?

Ascolta. Is this the last one?

Last one?

Si.

Si. Last.

One.

Why should I tell you?

Dímelo.

Are you the last one?

Jesus Christ!

It was fucking Brian!

It was a big old Brian!

Yes. Fucking buzzer.

He's a pig.

He's a fucking cop. Cop.

Brian is cop.

Brian Poliziotto.

It must be an easy job.

Kill you and walk away.

Dead.

I am dead.

Brian thinks I'm dead.

You think I'm dead.

Black. Really?

Really?

This is me.

Grazie. Whichever way you look at it,
Bob, you were wrong.

It's time to put it right.

What do you say?

Well, well, well.

Mr. Madison and Mr. Bryant.

I thought that two fun tricksters like
yourselves would be behind a prank like

this. Tell me, are you hiding whoopee
cushions behind your backs?

We've come to share some information of
mutual benefit, Jacob.

I'm sure you'll cooperate and keep the
peace.

To praise and not to bury her.

What if I choose war?

Oh, it's already been declared, Riley.

But not by me, and sure as shit, not by
you.

We here, we're the only ones left
standing.

I'll move right into your glass of wine.

Well, I like her already.

And yet I fear she's not doing that, my
dear.

Why? How the fuck do I know?

I've got to get this man to a hospital.
Yes, I'm sure.

That doesn't explain why I'm still
alive.

Now we're getting warmer.

Yes, an Italian of that, then.

How cosmopolitan.

Ben, put your nose around Madonna.

No, I don't. You speak Italian.

Do you speak any English?

No.

Look, Riley, just give her the case.

All she wants is money. Just give her
the case.

Please, I've got to get this man to a
hospital. Just give her the fucking

Now, look, you'll get your life and
she'll get some money. My money.

She'll be getting my money. I don't like
the sound of that.

I seem to lose a great deal more than
you. No, fuck that, Riley. Just give her

the fucking case.

You take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

You translate everything I say word for
word.

Now you tell her my name is Bryant.

Isikiyama Bryant.

Bryant.

What did you say to her, Riley? I just
told her your name will tap across my

heart and hope to die.

Bryant, this cop.

Yes, I'm afraid he is, my dear, and not
a very good one at that.

How about... Not quite as bad as his
bungling friend, Mr. Douglas.

By the way, how is Mr.

Douglas?

You just tell her.

You tell her that it was me.

It was fucking me that contracted her to
kill you.

And now the penny drops.

And I must say, Mr.

Bryant, that I'm very disappointed.

You of all people should know the
revenge of the dish best served cold.

Just fucking tell her, Riley.

Better in your email.

You just tell her that her hair's off
and you've got the money to power that

case.

What

the

fuck did you say, Lord?

The truth of the hotel is nothing but
the truth.

Bryant. Seems she likes you already.

Please. The money's in the case.

The money's in that case!

Don't waste your breath, Bryant.

Time's up.

The money is in the case.

The case.

Grazie.

This concludes our English lesson for

today.

I hope that these lessons have been
useful to you and hope that your holiday

the UK was an enjoyable one.

We look forward to seeing you back again
soon.

I'm Anna Fortuna for English Today.

Thank you.

The yellowjack ball, the yellowjack,
yellowjack.