All language subtitles for Meu Nome É Emily 2015 - My Name Is Emily_ENG

Life happens quickly,
like mountains in the background.

You wake up one day and
you don't know how you got there.

And you wonder, "How long have I
been asleep? Where have I been?"

And nothing is recognisable.

Everything is different
from the last time you woke.

Years have passed,
and years are passing,

and you suddenly know with absolute
precision that you will die.

And then comes the choice:

To go back to sleep
and hope that next time you wake

you will have resolved yourself
and you will be happy...

...or you choose to stay awake,

to struggle with these
unsatisfactory surroundings,

to create something, anything,
to love.

I was born of contrary winds.

They name hurricanes after me.

If you hide from death,
you hide from life.

My name is Emily.

You said it was the day
that changed your life.

Time stopped.

Nothing remained...

but that room, your wife.

And me.

And it came to you.

You were a father...

...and you knew nothing.

You said you stared into
a great emptiness...

...and you took a step.

And everything you read,
all roads and rivers of thought,

led you back
to the one same truth -

you had a daughter...

...and you knew nothing.

She always said you were quiet,

and that the year after I was born,
you were quieter still.

Never going out, never saying why.

Just locking yourself in your study,
night and day.

Until one night,
without warning...

...you spoke.

Dead or alive.

Some people just walk around like
they've been alive for 100 years,

and they're gonna be alive
for 100 more.

The same strapping on their armour.

They can't hide the fear
in their eyes.

You spoke about things
you had read for the last year.

You spoke about being a father.

You spoke about swimming
in the ocean when you were a boy.

You spoke in a way
you had never spoken before.

She said it was like watching a man
giving birth to himself.

You told everyone you had
a new teacher

teaching you the most important
things in life.

I was your teacher,
and you were mine.

They called me a weirdo.

They're right.

I was reading a book.

They're still right.

Come here.

Read that.

Suggesting something
supernatural or uncanny.

And here.

From the old English weird
meaning destiny, fate

or the power to control destiny.

Yes?
So...

So?

They don't know that.

But now you do.

That's what it felt like
when he spoke to me.

And the world is new and small
and large and expanding.

And your heart is beating fast
in your chest

but only because you're alive.

You started teaching
at a local school.

Life For Beginners.

We blindly walk down roads
built by others

and the biggest tragedy of all...
is that we believe the great lie.

That we will live forever,
that we will never die.

But all roads lead to death.

And having travelled down roads
built by others,

we arrive at death
having never truly lived.

You told people to live,
swim, fight, love.

But it wasn't until you started
telling them to have sex

that you really got noticed.

You said people didn't have
enough sex

and that instead of going on
expensive holidays,

people should book into local hotels
and just have sex.

This is who we are!!

Come on!

Before anyone decided you
were a threat to the establishment,

it was too late, you had made it.

The mainstream had embraced you.

But really, you were only
warming up.

We've been taught to hide
from death, from each other.

We find so many ways
to spend our time.

Watching, preparing...

planning how we would live our lives
when we were ready.

Are you ready?

Everyone!

Emily will be joining our class
as of today.

Now, would you like to say a few
words about yourself, Emily?

Or not!

Find your seat, dear.

The streets go on
forever, but none lead to the sea.

On and on forever,
but none lead to the sea.

Swim down into the deep.

Down, down...
down into the deep.

I'm drowning in these streets.

Ssssh!

Steve and June aren't bad
foster parents. I've had worse.

I know I'm only here
cause it's June's idea.

She kills me every day with
the kindness and the chit chat

and the never deviating freshness.

And every day, she fills the house
with the pressure to be happy

like Christmas.

Clean towel, dear.
Thanks.

Until it bears down
from the roof and I cannot breath.

She's different.

I fell in love with a dancer.

She spun in the air like a dance
of light.

And watching her I felt more
detached and yet more aware

of everything than ever before.

She danced until I felt hot
and full of feeling.

All the way home,

she thought I was sick
with tiredness or the cold.

But it was love.

Arden! Get your ass down here!

Nothing, dear?

I sure it'll come.

Late for school.

Happy birthday.

Dad, are you...

There have been others,
but none like her.

I wanted to disappear into the pools
of her pale skin.

If you've ever been electrocuted,
you'll understand.

Your whole body becomes your heart
and then it stops.

You feel alive and dead
at the same time.

♪ Fill my head with the future ♪
♪ Fill my eyes with the sky ♪

♪ Whole of my life
I've been left behind ♪

♪ But I've never felt more alive ♪

It was like that.

♪ It should be easy
but it's hard to leave ♪

What though the radiance
which was once so bright

Be now forever taken from my sight

Though nothing can bring
back the hour

Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower

We will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind.

Copy books.

Quietly!

Explore this stanza under
the following headings:

Tone...

...diction...

...and form.

Do you not understand the exercise?
I do.

Then what seems to be the problem?
No problem.

Well, perhaps you think
because you're new

the same rules don't apply.

That you deserve special treatment
like a little...

playschool princess.

No.

Well, what then?

I just don't want to do
what you asked.

Oh!

Then perhaps you are unaware what
you perceived to be a request

was in fact an order.

No, I was simply exercising my right
not to follow orders.

Isn't that what you're trying
to teach us? Free will?

- So we don't become Nazis?
- Ssssh!

Are you a smart alec, is that it?

I don't want to cut up this poem.

Why not?

Because when cut something up
you kill it.

Well, perhaps you'd like
to elucidate the rest of us

on how best to approach this verse.

Wordsworth is talking about sex.

Sssh!

Sex that he had in the grass
with a girl,

most likely his first, and hers.

He's talking about no such thing.

Sex that he had with a French girl,
Annette Vallon,

the daughter of a barber-surgeon

by whom he had an illegitimate
daughter Anne Caroline.

He was wildly in love but he was
so ashamed at what he had done

that he abandoned
both her and the child.

He felt so guilty that he never
wrote openly about love or sex,

he just buried it in references
to nature.

What though the radiance
which was once so bright

Be now forever taken from my sight

Though nothing can bring
back the hour

Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower

We will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind.

He loved her but because
of the mores of the day,

he abandoned both her and the child
and he never saw his daughter again.

What's wrong with you?

Leave her alone.

Don't mind them.
I can take care of myself, thanks.

When she died,
she took away the light.

They told me she had gone
to other places, better places.

But I knew she hadn't.

She always knew where I was, no
matter where I was in the house.

Now I couldn't feel her anywhere.

They told me she'd gone somewhere,

but if she had I would have gone
there too.

She was nowhere.

And now no-one knew where I was.

When you frown underwater,
it makes a noise.

You cannot cry.

Sometimes I can hear it,
like a hurricane.

Like an underwater wind.

The music.

They always listened to
it loud when I wasn't in the car.

Said it made them feel young.

My father kept everything,

all lecture notes and half-scribbled
thoughts, in the boot of our car.

When they hit, it spread across
the road in a wave of white noise.

Everything you worried about,

everything you ever feared...
gone...

...in an instant.

In the face of something much worse
than you could have ever imagined.

I was at home... waiting for them.

It was my birthday.

What happened? Are you alright?

Can't swim!

Can't swim.

What the hell are you playing at?

Jumping in at the deep end
if you can't swim?

What's wrong with you?

It's my birthday.

For God's sake!
Go on, you're done for the day.

Freak.

< Okay, guys, let's get a move on.

Hi.

I'm from your school.

I told you I can take care
of myself.

Yeah, but you didn't look very happy
so I followed you home.

I got you this because I wanted
to help you feel better.

You'd better come in.

Yeah.

It is your birthday, though,
isn't it?

I thought it might have been
a joke.

You don't have a religious belief
against gifts?

Because I don't know you very well,

I didn't know what to buy you
so I picked something I like.

Have you read it?
Yes.

It's an old copy.

Yes.

Gran says they're the best
cause they've got

the memory of hands on them.

It was hers. She gave it to me.

What's your name?
Arden.

Happy birthday!!

God, you don't want it!

So, I'll... I'll see you around...

Fuck!

♪ What we called love ♪
♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪
♪ What we called love ♪

I'll catch you guys tomorrow.

♪ What we called love ♪

I've only been here
for a while myself.

We moved over last year.

I'm half-Irish. My granny is Irish.

So is my father, obviously,
as her son.

I work in a video shop.

Oh!

So... you like swimming.

This is...

Nice house.

Yeah. Would you like to come in?

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

< Hi, Emily!

Still nothing, dear.

Why do we smile in photographs?

Do we just forget?

Not knowing how we felt,
just that we were told to smile.

Sleep. Sleep, angel face.

I'm not tired.
I know.

Just try closing your eyes and see.

Okay.

Will you stay with me?

Yeah.

Until I sleep?
Until you fall asleep.

I'll be here when you wake up.

What's this?

Not an "", it's a F!

It says "easily distracted".

Yeah, but the teacher is a complete
cow-

Don't talk back to your mother.

You'd want to spend less time
with your so-called job

and with your mad grandmother.

See ya later.

Get your bag, we're going.

Is Arden in?

Yes. Hold on.

Hi.
Hi, can I talk to you for a minute?

Yeah, sure.

The other day you said you wanted
to help me.

Yeah, of course. What is it?

I'm leaving.
Leaving?

Now.

My father is in a psychiatric
institution

and my mother died
on my birthday.

That's why I was weird with you
the other day at my house.

I'm being honest because you're the
only person I know in the city

and I trust you
and I don't know why.

My father writes me a letter
once a month and on my birthday.

No letters came and I'm worried.

So, I'm going north to break him out
of the nuthouse they've put him in.

But I can't do it alone.
I need your help.

You should know that if you do want
to help then we have to go now

cause if I'm not there
for breakfast,

my foster parents call
social services, they've no choice.

I need to get a head start.

That's the deal. We go now.

Will you help me?

Forget it.

Where are you going?
I'm going.

Aren't you forgetting something?
I'm leaving.

Pick up your fucking schoolbag
and get in the car.

What are you going to do? Hit me?

Cause if you do,
you better knock me out.

♪ Follow you down
to the red oak tree ♪

Emily!

♪ As the air moves thick
through the hollow reeds ♪

♪ Will you wait for me there
until someone comes? ♪

♪ To carry me, carry me down ♪

♪ So follow me, follow me down ♪

♪ Follow me, follow me down ♪

A quiet one.
Not really, when she gets going.

Are you running away?

No, I don't think so.

There's something I've got to do
to help her.

That's good.

Anyone can run away. Your father
has been doing it his whole life.

You can't go anywhere in that school
uniform, you're drenched.

Your grandfather proposed to me
in this suit on top

of the Empire State Building.

That was the last time he wore it.

He said it had done its duty
after that.

I can't take this, Gran.
< Why?

Your grandfather is in the ground.

Come on.

Help me.

Voilà!

Get in.

It's quite comfy.

It will never start.

Try it.

I keep it oiled with a full tank
of petrol.

Your grandfather showed me how,
in case I ever needed to escape!

- Everything is in the boot.
- Thanks, Gran.

Thanks, Gran.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Nice suit by the way.
Thanks.

Can we go any faster?

No.

You missed the turn!
No I didn't.

We're going on the motorway.
We're going that way.

No way.
We'll never get there.

We will, it's just we'll get there
in one piece.

It's dead.

What about yours?
I don't have one.

I'll be blue. You be white.

What?!
Cars!

- One.
- No thanks.

No problem.

Just head north.

Sorry about your mum.

Thanks.

So, what is the deal with your dad?

He's a writer.

Cool.

Yeah, cool.

Not really.

No.

So, where are you from?

We moved around a lot.

I went from school to school
until he took me out altogether.

Said it was a waste of time.

We were always travelling -
book tours, lectures.

We never talked about her.

For him, it was all about living
in the moment, renouncing the past.

But I'd hear him at night.

He became obsessive
about his work.

Not sleeping, barely eating.

Day and night.

He became obsessed with the idea
that on a molecular level

there was no difference between us
and a blade of grass.

It haunted him.

He started telling me
there were no limits.

That the important thing was to live
as you felt like living, and he did.

Fine morning!

And every day he would
go further and further.

Look at this.

There were reports
of unusual behaviour...

...and the locals
started sending messages.

So we sent our own message back.

But it got worse.

It doesn't matter
if I'm a blade of grass.

She's a blade of grass.

I'm a blade of grass,
it's the same molecules.

It's the same... molecules.

She's got the same molecules.
I've got the same molecules.

We've got the same molecules
as a blade of grass.

It's the same. It's just the same.

She's got the same...

She's all together,
she's all together, I'm all apart.

She's apart, she's floating...
just apart.

And I'm all twisted in together.

The molecules are all together.

We're just the same!
We're just the same!

Dad.

It was the incident
in Dublin that eventually did it.

He said that he was happy.

That he'd realised
the secret of everything.

That life and death were connected

and that he finally let
my mother go, set her free.

But they didn't see it like that.

Then they got a distant relative
to sign the papers.

No, no, no! Dad!

Dad! Dad, don't go! Please don't go!

Let me say goodbye to my daughter.

Please don't go!

Nothing can separate us.

You understand? Not these people,
nobody or nothing.

You know why?

Cause we've got the sea inside us,
haven't we?

Look...

Don't worry.

Don't worry, my beautiful daughter.

Just remember who you are, okay?

Remember who you are.

You're my little weirdo, aren't you?

You're my little weirdo.

No, no, no, no! Please no!

No!

No, he's my dad!

No, come back!

I need you! Please!

I visited him at first, but he just
became more and more distant.

He stopped leaving his room and
he stopped calling me by my name.

Emily was my mother's name.

In the end, they just said the
visits were too upsetting for him,

that I reminded him too much of her,
that he needed time.

Great! Great!

I mean, what about you?

I was passed around the family
at first, ended up at my uncle's.

They had this son.

He was a few years older than me.
My cousin.

He'd read some of Dad's books
and he thought,

"Maybe we could put them
into practice."

Didn't work out too well.

Ran out of family after that.

But wherever I was, Dad never
stopped writing to me.

The letters became fragments
but we were talking.

And then they just stopped
altogether.

I have this friend
whose brother died

and now his family,

they Photoshop his face
into all their family pictures.

And I don't know why I said that.

That's the weirdest thing
I've ever heard.

Yeah!

♪ When I'm with you alone ♪

♪ I keep complete control ♪

♪ I wanna tell you how I feel ♪

♪ And when it comes to it I don't ♪

♪ And all of that's about to change ♪

♪ The truth is buried in my veins ♪

♪ Deep down I let the feeling grow ♪

♪ And now I'll spell it out in bold ♪

♪ No hideaway ♪

♪ No hideaway ♪
♪ Just words I wanna say ♪

♪ Words I gotta say ♪

I'll never sleep like this.

Wait!

She said try the boot!

So, what is the plan?

I go in to visit him, you cause
a distraction, I get him out.

That's it!
Yeah.

What if they don't let you see him?
They have to. I'm his daughter.

< What if he's not...

well?

He's fine.

When my father was a student,
he said he loved books.

All he ever did.
Eat, drink and sleep books.

One day he got a job in one
of the big city bookshops.

< He just said he was really happy.

He used to smell books.

That's how much he loved them!

His favourite thing was the smell
of a new book.

One day they put him in charge
of the deliveries.

He went down to do a stock take
of all the new books coming in

on these pallets -
thousands of them.

Each one with hundreds of copies
of the same books

sitting in these massive blocks
of colour and he just...

he just saw them all as this big,
giant jigsaw puzzle.

And a few days later...

he said he couldn't look at a new
book in the same way...

...without seeing a big printing
blade slicing through them.

They'd lost that special feeling.

They smelled industrial.

He doesn't read anything now.

That's really sad.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry, I don't
know where I was going with that.

Breakfast.

Fact is a point of view.

No, it isn't.

Yes it is.

A fact is a fact.

Where do you think they come from?

They just are.
They are the way things are.

We're walking down this aisle -
fact!

No, it's just your point of view.

We may not be in the supermarket.
I may not even exist.

One plus one equals two?

Listen, everything that you
call a fact

is just a bunch of people getting
together, agreeing on something

and then calling it a fact.

That's how facts change.
People change their minds.

The world is flat,
the world is round.

You can't really blame people
for wanting to believe in facts.

Without another point of view
to agree with us, say an alien,

we'll never know if our opinion
on anything is right or wrong.

Even if we had an alien,
that's just two points of view.

Just cause facts are opinions
doesn't mean they're wrong.

They're usually right.

It's just when we forget

that they're just all well-thought
out opinions,

that's when people start doing

stupid things like making atomic
bombs.

They think, "Facts are facts.

We have to do it to show
that we could."

Facts are just the excuse
for everything.

The sun will rise tomorrow.
Is that a fact?

No! That's a point of view of
a human being - me at the moment.

And it's a good point of view,
I think,

cause I think the sun
will rise tomorrow.

But will the sun rise tomorrow
without my-

I don't know. I don't know, Emily!

You're fucking with my head the
whole way around with this stuff.

What do you want me to say,
I don't know, cause...

I don't know.

Are you happy now?

What?

You make me...
you make me feel stupid.

Sorry.

That's the nicest thing anyone
has ever said to me.

Just the flowers please.

Don't look back, just walk.

Just walk normal.

I am walking normal.
Run!

Hey! Come here! Stop!

Go!

Bye!

What the fuck was that?!

What?!

You said we needed breakfast.

Yeah, and we pay for it
like normal people!

I have money!
Got money, right there!

We need that for petrol.
Anyway, what is normal?

Don't start that again! Listen!

If we're doing this,
you can't do that!

Okay!

I need to know the plan,
what's happening.

Okay.
Not okay, Emily! That was not okay.

I know you've got problems...

What would you know with your
perfect life and perfect parents?!

You don't know anything
about my family!

You don't ask so you don't know.

You're not the only one
with problems

and just cause you're so
wrapped up in your own...

I'm not just a puppet.

I know.

You don't know everything.

I know.

Sorry.

Fine.

Thanks for coming with me.

You're welcome.

Where are we?

Listen, I don't know
if you're thinking

something is going to happen
but it won't.

You offered to help.
I don't owe you anything.

You don't owe me anything.

I'll be blue.
I'll be...

- One!
- Really?

Oh shit!

Are you lost?
No. No.

License?

Yeah!

Holy shit!

Excuse me?

I've left it...
It's at home. It's at home.

Okay.

Hold on a sec.

Drive!

- Drive!
- What?!

They'll take us in for sure.

Calm down. He's just gonna...
He'll just let us go?

Yes. We haven't done anything wrong.

We've run away
and we've robbed a shop.

Arden, please,
I need to see my father.

Thanks, officer,
I'm sorted now! Bye!

Kids!

There's a sadness
in this country.

In the cities, in the streets.

In the fields, and in the trees.

A sadness we cannot hide.

♪ I'd like a flat white,
a day of pale skies ♪

♪ And a real kiss ♪

♪ Inside an old house by the seaside ♪

♪ You can take off my blouse ♪

♪ But take it from me ♪

♪ I'm disorderly
and you'd be off better ♪

♪ Writing someone else
your love letter ♪

♪ Cause I'm always on the road ♪

- I'm starving.
- You're always starving!

I don't recognise this.

It's been a long time.

Sorry, was I supposed to understand
that?

We'll find it.

What's your family like?

They're okay.

If okay means totally fucked up.

I don't always remember it
being like this.

You know, it's weird.

I often wonder how long it would
take me

to grow out of being like them.

Or is the damage done?

We are so lost.

I know this place!

You can drive onto the beach.

We did it all the time
when I was younger.

Okay!

Too close to the sea!
What?!

We're too close to the sea,
move away!

Like that will work?

Genius!

Wait for me!

Put the front on!

Okay, get out of there!

Is there no bottom?

Is there no bottom?

Yeah, probably.

Pole.

Hand me that pole
for this top one.

Ever done the...?

Are you finished in
there or is your condom too big?!

Don't!
It's alright.

Would you look at this queer prick!

Are you finished there, man,
or can someone else have a go?

Get lost!

Mister big man!

You telling me to get lost?!

Yes, just get on...

I don't want to fight you guys.

You alright?

You posh little prick!

Down.
Stay down!

I told ye he was a poof!

Your boyfriend has run off.

But it doesn't mean we can't have
some craic.

Fuck off.

< Eoin! Eoin!
What?!

Eoin! Eoin!
What?!

Get out!

You alright?
Yeah!

It's not even real!

This is my grandfather's gun.

He fought in the Civil War,

not that you would know anything
about that you thick bogger fuck!

No! Arden!

I hate bullies.

Now, fuck off!

Fuck off!

Go!

Breakfast?

♪ The wind changed, the first day
that you came through ♪

♪ Cut the corn, washed it clean ♪

♪ Now everything that's ever gone
before ♪

♪ Is like a blur ♪

♪ And it's all because of you ♪

♪ And now I find this city's like
a stranger to me ♪

♪ I once was fooled by Cadillac's
and honey ♪

♪ But no-one feels like you ♪

♪ Not like you ♪

♪ Not like you ♪

♪ Not like you ♪

♪ Cause even though the flower fades
something takes its place ♪

♪ A marching band on a sunny day ♪

♪ Two pretty eyes or a pretty face ♪

♪ And in the forest I make my home ♪

♪ Lay down my heart
on an ancient stone ♪

♪ And if my heart should
somehow stop ♪

♪ I'll hang on to the hope ♪

♪ That you're not too late ♪

There it is.

Old building,
staff about the grounds.

Okay, James Bond, what's the plan?

Don't mind him.

I'm afraid I got a bit turned
around.

I'm looking for my dad's room.
I thought they said it was this way.

What's his name?
Robert Egan.

And you are?
Emily... Emily Egan.

114. Top of the stairs,
down on the left.

Thank you.

Hey! Get down!

Dad?

Emily?

Where is he?

He's gone.

What do you mean "he's gone?"

Only a few days ago.

Dr Golding, I'm the director
of this establishment.

Where's my father?

Why don't we have tea in my office.

Your friend will be in when he has
finished playing with the guards.

I often think the world is turned
inside out,

that they send some of the sanest
people here to me.

Have you read Plato?

Oh well, he wrote this great piece
called the Allegory of the Cave.

All these people are sitting in rows
in a cave

Staring at the shadows
flickering on the wall.

They are bound to the seats
by chains.

For them, the shadows are the only
reality.

Here, you see the people chained
staring at shadows.

Just like a multiplex.

But one man struggles
with the chains,

frees himself and finds a path
up to the light.

He stands in the sun
and is enlightened.

Now, that could be the end
of the man's story

but this man walks back into
the cave, back into the shadow,

back to free people.

This man who saw the light
and instead of basking in it

returned to help others is -
according to Plato -

the philosopher.

This man is your father.

The problem with all this
shepherding of people

out of the darkness
is that the philosopher himself,

blinded by the glare of the sun
or by grief

can lose his grip on what is real
and what is illusion.

My father is not crazy.

This place is a cave
for many people, Emily.

A hiding place from the world.
There's no shame in it.

But Dad wasn't hiding!
You locked him up.

Emily...

your father
was a voluntary patient here.

You're lying.

Why would I lie?

But I was there when...
they took him.

Yes, Robert was initially committed
but after a month of observation,

he elected to become an inpatient.

Emily, you've got to understand...

Stop saying my name!
You don't know me!

We don't hold sane people
against their will.

Sometimes, people just break.

Even our parents.

Hey! Hey, hey!

What's wrong? Where is he?
Where is he?

Let's just go.

So he's gone.

But to where?

There is a place.

♪ House always wins ♪

♪ So don't cry ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ Down like water ♪

♪ Down like sand ♪

♪ Got to try ♪

♪ Cause I ♪

♪ I am an old dog ♪

♪ This is a new trick ♪

♪ I won't look down ♪

♪ Down ♪

♪ Apparatchik ♪

♪ These are the punches
that we roll with ♪

♪ This is the shit ♪

Whose is this place?

It was my grandfather's.
We spent the summers here.

The wood swells sometimes
in the winter. Help.

It's Dad's.

We should get a fire going.

What if he doesn't come?

He will.

Why did you really say yes to this?

Was it just so you could stick
your hand up my t-shirt?

That's stupid.
I know why people do things.

Is that what you believe?

People lie, people leave.

I don't know why we came here.
We can go back.

You don't have a clue, do you?

No.

No! Yet again I don't understand.

Not everyone lies.
Some people just help.

I don't know why I'm here either.

You do the fire.

Arden! Arden, come back!

Dad.

Hiya.

I was looking for you.

I came to get you out.

I saw Dr Golding, Dad.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to tell you myself.

You let me believe all this time...

You left me with those people.

I know.

I don't expect you to ever
forgive me but...

I was no good for you.

You needed-I needed you!

I was 14!

You said nothing
could separate us...

...but you did.

So, what? You're all better now?

I don't know what I am.

I just knew it was time to leave
there. Wanted to find you.

Why?

Why now?

I don't know.

You don't know?

You don't know?

The goddamn Wizard of Oz
doesn't know!

What a joke.

I shouldn't have wasted my time
looking for you.

Emily!

< Emily!

Swim down into the deep.

Down, down...
down into the deep.

Swim down into the deep.

I have the sea inside.

I've got you.

You're okay.

Are you insane?!
Are you fucking insane?!

Okay!

You scared the hell out of me.

< You asked me to be here!

And I care if you live or die.

♪ He went to sea ♪

♪ For the day ♪

♪ He wanted to know ♪

♪ What to say ♪

♪ When he's asked what he'd done ♪

♪ In the past to someone ♪

♪ That he loves endlessly ♪

♪ Now she's gone, so is he ♪

I don't wanna go back in there.

I'll be with you.
We can go any time.

Thank you for coming with me, Arden.

You're welcome.

Come on. Can't be any worse
than my dad.

Dad, this is Arden.
Arden, this is my dad.

Hi.

He's my boyfriend.

I have to go change.

Sit down.

Yeah.

Found some coffee.
Heated it up on the stove.

It's mum's.

Yeah.

Could I borrow a shirt or something?

Yeah, sure.

Upstairs on the right-hand side
there's a cupboard. Help yourself.

June is a good woman.

She sends me letters letting me know
how you're getting on.

She thinks the world of you, Emily.

I came looking for you to say
I'm sorry, Emily.

For everything.

And that I'm here for you,
if you'll have me.

I only know one thing.

I'm an old fool.

And I love you.

That's two things.

I love you too, Dad.

Morning.
Good morning.

Sleep well?

Coffee?
Yes, please.

Thanks.

I haven't been much of a dad,
have I?

You're not dead yet.

That's exactly what I was thinking
this morning when I woke up!

So, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna stay with June.

You should stay here.

Do some writing.

Good idea.

Might write a book.

My Time In A Nuthouse!

I'd read that.

You can always come and visit,
you know.

Just come any time you want.

I will.

June will be getting worried
about me.

Yeah.

What about loverboy?

He brings me coffee.

If you've ever been
electrocuted, you'll understand.

There is a sadness
in this country.

In the cities and the streets,

in the fields and the trees.

A sadness we cannot hide.

It's the fact of losing the ones
we love, the fact of being alone.

< Emily!

But facts are only
points of view

and points of view can change.

Come on!

Life happens quickly
like mountains in the background.

And you wake up one day

and you don't know how you got there
and you wonder,

"Where have I been?
How did I get here?"

And nothing is recognisable.

Everything is different
from the last time you woke.

And you smile in a photograph
just because you're happy.

And that voice that is speaking
is suddenly your own.

♪ What we called love ♪
♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪
♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪
♪ What we called love ♪

♪ What we called love ♪

♪ I'll wait up

♪ To see if you're alright ♪

♪ And I have waited in the darkness ♪

♪ For my whole life ♪

♪ You see the funny thing about it ♪

♪ Is I have never wasted time ♪

♪ I have never thought about it ♪

♪ That I have lied ♪

♪ And I'm trying to do my best
but you might never know it ♪

♪ And I'm standing like a stag
beside a tree ♪

♪ And this pounding in my head
I simply can't control it ♪

♪ And I hope your love
it comes as guarantee ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ And I reach out ♪

♪ And pluck it from the sky ♪

♪ And I have waited for that bird
to pass ♪

♪ For my whole life ♪

♪ You see the funny thing about it ♪

♪ Is I have only wasted mine ♪

♪ I have always thought about you ♪

♪ And I have died ♪

♪ And I'm trying to do my best
but you might never notice ♪

♪ And I'm standing like a stag
beside a tree ♪

♪ And this pounding in my head
I simply can't control it ♪

♪ And I hope your love
it comes as guarantee ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪

♪ It's you alone ♪