All language subtitles for The Hours and Times (1991)

Bye.

What can I get you? Another brandy,
please.

Here you are.

Can I get a pillow for your friend? He's
okay, thanks.

I had a dream I was a circus clown.

But the circus was underwater.

Somewhere in Japan, I think.

Everything was blue.

Normally I associate red with the
circus.

I think my costume was red, though. Like
a Matisse painting, ladon.

There are five nudes dancing in a
circle, four women and one man.

Their hands connecting, all except the
last woman, who's reaching back for the

man, and he reaches for her, but they
don't connect.

Oh, so it's not an unbroken chain, then.
Yes.

Is it a big canvas?

Very big. It's in the Hermitage in
Leningrad.

There's a man who led a happy life,
wouldn't you say?

Matisse?

Until he was crippled.

But I don't imagine people said a lot of
bad things about him.

I wonder what they'll say about me.

Probably that he worried too much about
what people said about him.

Is that wrong?

I suppose not.

What do you want people to say about you
when you've gone?

That I gave my all for what I believed
in.

That I never let the Beatles down.

That I came to know myself.

You won't let us down.

Kind of you to say that.

It's just a good feeling. I feel like
you'd do anything for us.

Would you like a scotch and coke?

Sure.

The gentleman would like a scotch and
coke.

Would you like some nuts with that?

No, that'll be fine as it is, thanks.

Marvelous department, wouldn't you say,
old chap? Of course, British European.

How good -looking girls.

Yeah, but she was especially nice,
wouldn't you say? You could say that.

And what would you say? I would say
she's especially nice. She seemed to

you.

Maybe I should invite her in for tea,
then. Don't be silly. This is not a long

flight. She'll probably be returning
home straight away.

Or maybe she'll lay over in Barcelona
for 24 hours.

It's important that you remember the
purpose of this trip. The only purpose,

rest. And you're not going to get it by
cavorting with pretty girls.

Here you are.

So?

Can I get you anything else?

Where are you from?

Oh, I'm based in London now.

But I come from Nottingham. Yeah, we did
a show there in January.

They like us in Nottingham. The ones
that came, there was so much snow, we

thought that no one would turn up.

But they did. Yes.

This is Brian.

How do you do? Pleasure's mine.

What's your name?

Marianne. Beautiful name.

Thank you.

I quite like it too.

Are you on holiday?

No, we're just popping over to knock
around at Goudy's. Oh, yes.

I must get back to work.

I wonder if I might have an autographed
photo stamped by Post.

Of me or the Beatles?

How about both?

I've got an even better idea.

Will you be in Bath alone along?

I'll be flying on to Rome, but I'll be
back in a couple of days.

Yeah, well, I'm going to give you the
number of our hotel.

What is it, Brian?

It's 318 -520.

Have you got a pen?

And you'll be shorting calls as soon as
you get back, yeah? This is smashing,

isn't it? I suppose this thing happens
too often.

What?

Part of the job. But you will call.

I will.

Wasn't I right?

Isn't she especially nice?

Yeah.

What's your problem, Eppie? Well, no
problem. It's just that this was

to be four days' solid relaxation for
you without any distractions.

But we can still have that. She's just a
bird.

Birds are harmless.

Otherwise, we're liable to drive each
other mad.

Left to our own devices.

Care to elaborate?

Someone should put music on these
flights.

Not a bad idea.

Is our hotel still as lovely as ever?

Excuse me.

I'm sure it is. You always choose the
best hotels, Brian. I try. I haven't

to Barcelona for a while, though.

Why aren't we here anyway? It's a
wonderful city.

There's a hell of a lot one can do to
unwind, do you agree?

You say so. You act as though you
couldn't be less interested.

You're right. Why is that?

I only came here to get away with you.

We could have gone to the fucking North
Pole for all I care.

What time do you want to eat?

I want to have a rest and take a shower.

Say nine.

Sounds good.

Muy bien.

¿Cómo te llamas?

Miguel. Muchas gracias, Miguel.

I wonder if Elvis drinks Chateau Latour
49.

With hamburger, no doubt.

Did your mother feed you a lot of
chicken liver when you were a kid?

Only occasionally.

I look forward most to the Passover
feast, because we got to help the

scrabble the utensils down and make
everything kosher.

Why? Were they dirty the rest of the
year round?

No, silly, they were always clean.

And what's the point in scrubbing them
down if they're already clean? Well, to

get them cleaner, I suppose.

Very good logic.

Do they bother you at the air?

The chef here probably spits in his
gazpacho soup.

That's an awful thought.

What makes you think he spits in it?

I don't know, because the colour was a
bit off.

Well, I prefer not to think about it
like thinking about how many people

in a public pool.

I'm one of the worst pool pissers there
is and I can't even swim.

You piss in the pool?

Well, sometimes I suppose it's hard not
to.

Especially if you stand in the right
place and all that hot water comes

between your legs.

Doesn't that make you want to piss?

I suppose so.

My best mate showed me a game to play in
the bath.

V2, it was called.

The lads would queue up at the pump
where the hot water gets pushed out.

One by one, we'd pull down our kegs and
shove our arse up against the hole.

You'd already feel the strong jet push
against you.

Slowly, you'd let it find your arsehole.

And when you did, man, it would send a
rush up to your inside and you'd go

forward like a buzz bomb.

Fascinating.

I also found a few uses for the intake
hole until my prick grew too large.

I'm stuffed like a pig.

You go ahead and finish.

The lads are probably having a big party
without us.

You're not allowed to think about them.
Doctor's orders.

Dr. B. F. Stein.

Certified faith healer and proctologist.

What a shitty job that must be.

No pun intended.

Kind of like cleaning up the sewers in
Liverpool.

I'm not trying to deride your
occupation, it's just... It puts me off

about doing it and hurts to think about
having it done.

But you think about it, no less.

I do, but it bugs me a lot.

It's supposed to have one advantage, you
can't get pregnant.

True.

Does that take away any of the pleasure?

None at all.

You can't tell me it's not painful.

It's a question of relaxation.

Relaxation? How can you be relaxed when
some bloke's about to ram his packet up

you? You're looking through his eyes.

And that's reassuring.

Yes.

For you, it's a reassurance.

I don't reckon I'd hate anyone. I'm not
so very large now.

No.

But large enough.

Of course.

And you?

Same.

That was good cognac.

And at this rate, I'll have reason to be
thankful for it.

You act like a victim.

Well, the thought does anything but
relax me. Well, don't think about it,

How about a game of cards?

What'll it be?

Pontoon? Capital.

All right, then.

I was surprised you brought up what you
brought up just now.

Why is it so awkward when we talk about
it? Don't know.

It puts me in a very awkward position.

You see, I get the feeling I'm supposed
to bring it up, and then I'm damned for

doing so.

I enjoy hearing about your conqueror,
this lolly driver, that docker. Yes,

that's all very well.

But it's when it comes closer to home, I
just don't know what to say when that

happens.

We could always talk shop.

Of course.

Well, then what else do we need to talk
about?

Absolutely nothing.

I suppose I should realise it's hopeless
once and for all.

I find you an engaging and remarkable
man, Brian.

I've never met a man like you.

I don't really want to have it off with
you.

But you've never ruled it out.

Well, that'd be putting you in an awful
place, wouldn't it? It has to be better

than what I've been feeling lately.

If you don't fuck me, you will, you
fuck.

It's a cold, cruel world out there,
Brian.

Everyone thinks we're off humping the
weekend away.

That really fucking pisses me off.

Sometimes I just want to smash
something.

I think we'd better call it a night.

All right, then.

Get the stuff out of here, will you?

This is Mr. Epstein.

Would you please send someone up for our
trays?

Thank you.

Have you got a chance to look at what
you'd like to do tomorrow?

Why don't you look at the guidebook
tonight and we can discuss it over

breakfast?

Yeah.

John, I finally reached you.

Oh, hello.

The operator's been trying all
afternoon.

Just as well I've been asleep.

How was your flight?

All is well.

You're exhausted, aren't you?

No. What makes you think I'm exhausted?

Just everything.

After you left, I felt just awful.

You wanted me to go.

I know, but I still felt just awful.

There's nothing to say.

Why is there never anything to say?

I've got nothing to say.

Leave me alone.

Why?

Because maybe you'd rather be here with
us, you're being impossible.

Oh, fucking profound. Look, stick it up
your stinking arse.

I want to see me some, but I won't feel
guilty for it.

He smiled the most beautiful smile
today.

Do you care?

Do you care that your aunt's driving me
up the bleeding wall?

She'll be glad you got her help.

That's true, but it doesn't compensate
for her driving me up the wall.

I miss you. Is that so wrong?

No.

But that's the way it is, huh?

This is a fucking beautiful place.

I feel like I'm in another world.

This man Gowdy was a real original in
his day.

When did he live?

Into the century, but his work sort of
stands outside of time, you know what I

mean? Yeah.

How about the bullfights?

How about the bullfights now?

I've only just got here.

But you're going to the bullfight.

When are they? Sunday?

Mm -hm. I think so.

Eppie's all excited.

Sounds like a fucking bull to me.

Fucking brutal, too.

Poking those poor animals till they
drop.

God.

I don't know what he sees in it.

I think it's a sort of pageantry.

John? Yeah?

I don't know.

Sometimes I just want to say so much,
and then it fizzles away before I can

it out of my mouth.

It's raining outside.

It's not here.

Just now I'd like to hold you.

Oh, John.

Are you going to hang up now?

I had an awful dream last night.

Do you want to hear it?

I dreamt it was a glorious day and we
were living in a big city.

In London.

them to be gone they struck me and
started kicking me in the face yeah

everywhere then i was unconscious and
when i came to the pram was empty and

everyone was gone and then a magistrate
appeared announced i wouldn't be allowed

to keep the baby and i was shattered but
you just stood by and said nothing

you were wearing a wig like the
magistrate

i'm gonna hang up

There was a whole new language just for
that film. The only familiar thing is

the Goldberg variations.

Do you know, it's the funniest thing,
but last night, when I went up to my

it was playing on the radio.

It moved me deeply.

Do you know why Bach wrote that music?

As a lullaby for young Goldberg to play
to his protector, Count Kaeserling, to

relieve his pain and insomnia.

Clever man, Bach.

Clever man you are, Eppie.

That film would shatter some day.

Sometimes I'd like to have shattered
her.

What do you think of Cynthia?

You're good for her, though I couldn't
tell you why.

That's not what I asked you.

No. Well, then answer me why don't you?

No. Why not? You don't want to know what
I think about Cynthia.

What you think carries a lot of weight
with me, Brian.

I know.

To be honest, I was prepared to hate
her, but I don't hate her. I mean, she's

wonderful. It's just... I don't know.

Sometimes I want a woman to push me like
a strong wind.

Sometimes I want a woman to eat my shit.

What shall we do tonight, then?

Well, sounds good. Dancing?

Yeah. We had a fag joint.

But why?

I don't even know the city well.

Surely someone back home gave you a few
suggestions.

Someone at the magic clock actually did
give me this.

The Club Bauhaus.

Private gentleman's salon.

This guest membership admits two.

My, what a swinging plate this is.

Well, it's fairly, yeah.

What would you like?

Scotch and Coke.

Is this all right?

Fine.

I've not tried that combination.

Is it a good one?

Not bad.

My friend.

We should go.

You're both from England.

I said it's a fair guess, but I haven't
spoken to you.

I love England.

I spend more time in London and New York
than I do in Barcelona.

Pleased. Though, Barcelona is my home.
We're from Liverpool, north of England.

Yes, I know it.

I'm just saying what a swinging place
this is. Does it get any better later

Well, this is a very exclusive club.

Maybe a bit too exclusive, eh?

I prefer a certain casino, but it's
rather early yet. Really? What's your

Blackjack. Oh, I love roulette.

You also enjoy deep play?

Very deep play.

Well, not so much, really.

Perhaps I could take you to my favorite
casino.

Well, that's very kind of you.

Oh,

forgive me, I have not introduced
myself.

I'm called Quinones, Arturo Quinones.

Epstein. Brian Epstein. This is the...
Lennon. John Lennon.

Mr. Epstein.

Your accent is not that of a person from
Liverpool.

I was educated at various places,
amongst them the Royal Academy of

Art. Though I'm no actor, I assure you.

Somehow I never tire of actors.

Forgive me if I've offended you.

No, I'm not an actor either.

I broker commodities.

Close one, eh, Brian?

Now you, you could be an actor.

Sorry, I play rock and roll.

Really? I'm Radio Luxembourg's biggest
fan here in Barcelona.

Well, there we go, by the man of beer.
Then you've probably already heard the

Beatles. Why, yes, of course.

Oh, forgive me, I did not make the
connections with your names.

Oh, this is smashing.

Now I can say I have met a Beatle and...
His manager.

Just don't ask for a look at me here,
eh? I would love to see you perform.

Oh, I'm afraid we don't try very much.
We just sort of stand there and play.

Compelling, nonetheless.

Are we compelling, Brian?

Absolutely. Well, I imagine the girls
think so.

That they do.

What an enviable position for a young
man to hold.

Out of things, you know. Out of
commodities, I'm sure.

Yes.

I believe that music is being seriously
appreciated by more and more people now.

I, for one, seriously appreciate Mr.
Lennon.

It sometimes makes it difficult for his
wife, all this serious appreciation.

Your wife, yeah?

Would you gentlemen like another drink
here, or shall we go on somewhere else?

Our hotel's not very far from here, so
why don't we carry on there?

What a smashing idea, Mr. Lennon.

Sound good, Brian?

Right.

Mr. Lennon, I'm afraid your creme de
cacao lies heavily on my stomach.

I will be unable to face my wife
tonight.

Afraid you'll spew in her face, then?

Charming thought.

You've got a wife?

Yes, my betrothed.

You're happily married, then?

Yes, happily married.

But since you seem so interested, I will
tell you that at first I did not want

to marry her.

When I told my parents this, they
threatened to expel me from the family,

capitulated.

I'm not sorry I did, but I do not look
to my wife for what she cannot give me.

Forgive me, but I wonder how such a
union can be finally satisfying.

She is tender and loving and fair as a
princess, but so far unsuccessful in

bearing child.

What will you do about it?

She's seeing a new doctor in Paris who
promises that she's not barren.

So it is a question of time.

How sad.

Since you seem to want a child so badly.

It would not be the end of the world if
you cannot bear a child.

My family thinks differently, but I
cannot help what they think. You mustn't

worry what they think.

My family worries for me, too.

But you are still a bachelor.

My mother would like to see me happy,
that's all.

You will prevail in the end.

Thank you.

How about listening to some of the
latest in Mary we'd seen as though you

fan?

Unfortunately, I have an early flight to
Stockholm.

Well, we're in town till the weekend.

Unfortunately, I'm away until the middle
of the month.

But you will call on me when you're next
here.

Mr. Epstein, it has been a pleasure.

I wish you your own happiness.

How about some coffee before we go?

Thank you, Mr. Lennon.

but I really must be off.

Gentlemen, good night.

Why the hell did you go on like that?

He was interested in you.

Rubbish, in you, maybe.

Yeah, well, I'm a happily married man,
just like he is. Right, and as soon as

knew that, he had nothing left to say to
either of us.

You'd find it easier if you loosened up.

He was a fascistic anti -Semite. I
didn't like him one bit, and I wish

stop what doesn't become you.

Sorry.

I know you meant well.

It's all futile.

You keep saying that.

You got the whale at your fingertips.

I haven't the one thing that would make
the slightest difference.

I think we'd better say goodnight. I'm
feeling a trifle queasy.

Come in, Miguel.

I've just spent an insufferable evening
with an insufferable fascist.

Thank you.

Thank God you're here.

Sit down.

I disagree.

Yes.

It's your bloody liqueurs. They're
bloody 100 % syrup.

I don't know why I ever thought my
family were coming in here. It's the

unfriendly city, wouldn't you say?

No, of course you wouldn't say you're
from here.

Why couldn't this be the Riviera or
North Africa?

Marrakesh, now there's a city to sit
back and grow old in.

Oh, don't worry, I'll take care of you.

Where is your friend?

Where's my friend? Well, I don't know
where my friend is. That's the bloody

problem with why I called you here.
Well, he's probably out in the town

to some woman.

Which is not a bad idea.

Do you know, you're a most attractive
young man.

I suppose I blow jobs out of the
question.

I'm sorry, it's all right. I only really
invited you here to talk to you. You

can relax.

Do you know, John's just had a baby.
Well, John's wife, Cynthia.

A baby, you understand?

More where in the world?

Another poor bastard.

Well, not quite a bastard, but I suppose
a little beggar will love the bastard,

too.

Do you know, sometimes I hate him so
much I want to die.

He's my only chance, you see.

Are you eating enough and staying out of
trouble?

Eating enough? I should think so.

So far, there hasn't been any trouble to
get into.

Don't let John stir up any.

How could he do that?

Rock and rollers know all sorts of ways.

I think I can handle myself, mother.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Can you imagine how big America is?

How big is New Zealand?

Doesn't America fascinate you?

Sure.

Could anything be bigger than America?

Yeah. Just stand by that bus, but I'll
take a picture.

I'm not very good at this.

Of course you are.

Dandy's look to pose.

I beg your pardon?

Dandy's look to pose, I said.

Come now.

Looks like you just found a nice, tight
arch. I'd like to stick it in.

Have you talked to Cynthia?

Poulton don't want to talk about it with
you.

Sometimes I worry how she'll bear up.

That's something you've got no control
over.

Why must you be so biting?

You know what Young would call you?

One queer Jew.

I don't think so.

Like enough.

This is supposed to be a holiday.

How can you do this to me? What choice
have you to let me?

None. Well, shut up then.

Have you got a choice?

In the end, no.

Sounds like you're having fun.

I've been waiting for you to scrub me
back.

Alright.

You alright, John?

Are you angry?

No.

What are you thinking?

Nothing I can put into words.

Hello?

He's indisposed right now.

Who is he?

Who's speaking?

Who?

Oh. It's Marianne.

Who?

All right, yeah.

Where is she?

Where are you, Marianne?

She's downstairs.

We'll send her up, then.

Marianne, John would like to see you.
Can you come up?

No, just come up. You're alone, yes?

Good. Bye.

I suppose she'll bring you out of your
state. Do you want me to leave?

No, don't.

A minute ago, you couldn't get away from
me fast enough.

What did you expect?

I made allowances.

I'm always making allowances for other
people. Just once I should like to feel

as if I wasn't making allowances.

I suspect Cynthia and I have far more in
common than we realize.

Cynthia's me wife, the mother of me
child.

And where does that leave me, eh? Poor
old Eppie.

Always getting himself into trouble. The
least I can do is offer him a shoulder

to rest his filthy head on. Is that what
you think?

Don't pretend to know what I think.

And with that... What never was has
ended.

Hello, Marianne. Oh, hello.

He's waiting for you.

What was your friend so upset over?

What makes you think he was upset?

He looked like he was about to cry.

That's just the way he looks. I could
say the same thing about you.

I'm not a morose person.

Lucky you. Let's drink to your gaiety.

You torment him, don't you? He torments
himself.

But you torment him. Maybe we torment
each other.

You don't torment me.

Is he?

But then again, no one does.

I bet I could.

No, I'm quite sure you couldn't. Then
I'll have to take your stinking wave for

it, then, won't I?

What's making you so low?

What just happened.

What's that?

I can't tell you.

Tell me.

I promise I won't repeat it.

Sorry.

OK.

Was it something to do with your friend?
Yes.

So I figured.

I think you both care about each other.

Thought she'd work out all right in the
end.

Sometimes I can't see that. Sometimes
pain knows no balance.

Imbalance is the rule. How can that be?

Same way our country rapes another
country.

Same way a man rapes a woman when he
marries her.

He comes in and establishes his presence
and makes himself indispensable.

Then drains every drop of her lifeblood.

But then she kicks him out, so it all
comes round in the end.

I'd just as soon skip the whole ordeal
and remain imbalanced but free.

What if I said I fancied you?

Then you'd be a liar.

What if I said I wanted to lick your
cunt?

Then I might or I might not let you.

What if I asked you to leave?

Then I would be gone.

Would you remember me as special?

Not particularly.

You're not doing your part, Dolly Bird.

Nor are you yours.

Yeah, but here we sit.

Yes.

How would you most like to be
remembered?

As kind or just?

Neither.

Or both.

Do you fancy any new Little Richard?

Seriously. And A .S .S. then brought it
back from the States?

Must be a reissue.

It's not.

Recorded by the world -famous Upsetters.

It hasn't even got Little Richard's name
on it.

I think you should give this to me.

Why should I give it to you?

You're crazy.

I want it.

Too bad.

We opened for him in Liverpool last
year.

Amazing, but Brian was the only man he'd
listened to.

Promoters hated him for it, but, er...
Brian understood Richard.

The Georgia Peach.

Brian understands everyone besides
himself.

Gotta do something to stay in that twist
vein, you know? You're in the vein,

child. When they look at you, they can
see you're in the vein.

Now, Lennon, that'll be too short. Let
it out another inch.

All right, then, Brian, another inch.

If you were wearing a wider collar,
you'd need a Windsor knot, you know.

Yeah, but a Ford man's easy to tie. It
looks nicer, too.

Yes, there'll be times when you'll need
a Windsor knot, and you'd better learn

how to tie one.

I don't need to learn.

You can say it for me.

Hmm.

A tad long, but it'll do.

Better long than short, eh?

Now then, boys, where are we going?

To the top, right?

Where's that?

To the toppermost of the poppermost.

Where's Marianne?

Out in the town, I expect.

Did you have a good visit?

We danced. It was very nice.

How are you, mate?

Quite well.

Bullfights have got me all excited.

All that pageantry and grace with
pressure and so forth.

You wouldn't want to miss it.

So when were you first here?

A couple of years ago, before I met you.

Mother sent me.

In a quiet section of West Derby,
there's a lavatory.

If you time it right, you can find
yourself in a stream of dockers on their

home from work.

Sometimes my timing was right.

Sometimes it wasn't. I had a fair
batting average.

But a fair batting average doesn't
always keep life interesting.

Anyway...

One day, after an especially dry spell,

I was sitting anxiously outside the loo
in my sparkling

Hillman, California, waiting, always
waiting, when there came a saviour and a

most appealing guy who said unto me,
Come, my child.

Well, he didn't actually say that, but
happier man was I.

until with great brutal exactitude my
saviour proceeded to pound me into a

of semi -consciousness, a river of blood
like the sticks gushing from my head,

and gone were my wallet, my watch, my
money.

I made my way home and, after telling my
parents a slightly laundered version of

what had happened, believed it to be
over until the inevitable phone call

demanding money, lots of it.

He'd recognised the family name and...

decided to milk this one for all it was
worth.

I was all paying him off and forgetting
about it, but the family solicitor

convinced me that this was the matter
for the police, and proceeded to

my assailant when the drop was finally
made.

I don't suppose you've ever known the
honour of being addressed as Mr. X.

That's what I was mercifully called
during the trial.

My worthy opponent was put behind bars,
and I'm essentially a psychiatrist.

Not a good that, didn't it?

I was 25 years of age, and by the time
he came out for a leaf, I was in a state

of nervous anxiety I thought I would not
live through.

Seriously.

Apparently Mother thought so too,
because she sent me to Spain for a rest

first came here.

Teetering on a precipice, as it were.

When I returned home, I stood before
another kind of precipice.

A month later, I met you at the cabin.

Promise me that in ten years' time, no
matter where each of us is, no matter

whom we're married to or involved with,
that you and I will meet here on the

Ramblers, 30th of April, 1973.

And we'll at least remember it, okay?

My God, they'd have landed on the moon
by then.

My name is Robert De Niro, and I'm going
to tell you a story.

This is my special place.

Not even my parents know I come up here.

You can see all the businessmen going
home.

You're not bored, are you?

No. I never wanted to bore you.

You don't bore me.

Good.

Do I bore you?

Not at all.

Good.

These times when we're together are very
special to me, you know that.

Does my saying that embarrass you?

Not at all.

Does it embarrass you, my inviting you
up here?

No.

I enjoy standing on the roof of your
parents' shop.

It's my shop too, you know.

This must be your roof, then.

Fancy it is, yes.

I'm getting cold.

It's going to start raining soon.

That's the best time.

Best time for you, maybe. I want to stay
dry, mate.

You'll never leave me, will you?

What are you talking about?

Let's get something to eat.

Yeah? Okay.

Sure you've got time?

Great, I'm starving.

if I'm not squeamish.

Too far back, the only blood.

It's all very graceful from on high.

You're always so very reassuring.

We can always leave if it gets too much
for you.

And have a cigarette.