All language subtitles for The.Dust.Of.Time.2008.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG-English

CINECITTA, ROME

Nothing ended.

Nothing ever ends.

I return to where our story slept,
into the past.

Losing its clarity
under the dust of time

and then unexpectedly at some
moment it returns like a dream.

Nothing ever ends.

Berlin East Station

Attention: Train traffic
on Platform A...

The FD train 111 to Moscow
via Poznan, Warsaw...

departing at 18:18 hours is
now ready for boarding.

Passengers to Warsaw must
change train in Brest.

Good morning!

I'm listening, Jane.

A lady called,
she just arrived from Berlin.

And she left a hotel
and a phone number.

And actually there is one other thing
and it's important.

You gonna deal with it because
we have a problem here.

Well, it's the producers.
They are seriously

worried about breaking
the shooting.

And there's all those other things
you said about finding yourself

constantly facing a threat...
We are in the situation. It's tense.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

We're ready to screen.

- I don't wanna hear anymore.
- All right.

The deal we made still going?

The other man's papers.

Trade Union, he's Greek-American

died in Berlin before
leaving from Tashkent.

Invitation from the party,
the Greek Communist Party.

Tickets for you and the woman. Permits
allow in travel beyond the 60 kms,

there is also the separate
sheets of paper.

Be careful.
You have to memorize their contents.

You have to answer questions
as soon as you get to Tashkent.

If all goes well the next day
you leave from Temirtau.

North Kazakhstan.

If everything goes well...

our people will be waiting for you
on your return to Moscow.

The crucial zone is the distance

between the station
and the American Embassy.

Remember that from now on
you are playing with time.

I am, I was born... in New York,
the States.

I joined the party in 1940.

THE DUST OF TIME

film by
Theo Angelopoulos

Comrade Secretary, I brought him.
He just arrived on the train.

Welcome to Temirtau, Comrade.

You understand Greek, right?

What's happening to you, Eleni?

Please, Jacob!

A little water...

All of us Greek political
refugees who came...

to Tashkent in '49 live
in barracks.

We call them "states".

We came here to Temirtau...

on order of the Politburo to
inaugurate a new "state"...

the seventh... We're still
few in number...

but more are coming like you
to swell our ranks.

Our defeat in the civil war
was not the end.

The revolution is not dead!

The time will come when we'll return
to Greece for the third round...

for victory.

Comrade Secretary, something's happened.
The city's in an uproar.

There's music coming from the
loudspeakers in the square.

Excuse me.

Spyros!

I am here under
someone else's name.

I'll see you later.

I came to get you, Eleni.

It's like a dream.
I never believed at find you.

I was expecting you.

I was on a tour with an orchestra
in the northern States.

I was worried.

Deep down I knew that one day you'll
turn up in this far corner of the world.

I hadn't heard from you
on a long time.

Quite by chance I heard
from a fellow in Boston,

that you have been arrested
by the military police.

I returned to New York
and left on the first flight.

In Thessaloniki everyone was talking
about the young students

and I found out the rest.

Your imprisonment and your escape with
two other women, political prisoners.

Since then
I've been searching for you.

I kept crossing borders, changing trains,
stations, passing checkpoints.

I answered with another man's name,
another man's life.

I came to get you, Eleni!

There is a train leaving today
at midnight.

We don't have much time.

My God!

Do you know where we are?

Something's happened.

The whole town's in turmoil.

People are gathering in the
Square outside the town hall.

Oh, God!

Eleni!

I've found you again.

It's you... You're here...

It's as if the time has stopped
since that first night when

we danced by the river.

It's you... You are here...

The music has stopped!

Comrades!

Citizens of the Soviet Union!

Today our leader Comrade Stalin
has died.

His great heart
has stopped beating.

The sun has set.

Comrades!

Citizens of our great country...
from Vladivostok to Ukraine,

from Siberia to the Caucasus and
the Black Sea... wherever you are...

let us honor the memory of our great
leader... with a moment of silence.

Listen to this!

I will call this:
"Dance by the River".

The dance
that two of them danced.

Later, much later.

Eleni would say:

Lately when I wake up,
every morning water drips from my hand

and it has the smell
of the river.

It's for you.

Put it on speakerphone.

Go on!

Eleni!

It's all right, dad.

Siberia
December 1956.

It's a lost letter.

Cinecitta Studio,
This is Classic Section Office.

Please, leave a message. Thank you Yes,
this is message for Jane.

Jane, I found Eleni's lost letter.
The Spyros.

Please, call me.

Eleni!

Eleni!
Talk to me, please!

Eleni?!

Everything I miss not been able
to touch you...

I make up for in my dreams...

Spyros, the train!

We don't have much time!

Eleni!

Siberia
27th April, 1953.

I live in a town.
The locals call, 'Lost'.

In an infinite expanse of nothingness...

They sent me here
after three weeks of isolation

and interrogation about
what I had done.

From my rest in Greece to my
arrival to Tashkent... then in Temirtau.

And about you...
about you...

We both paid dearly for those
grief moments of happiness.

You are in prison and my exile.

A child is growing inside me.

Excuse me, what's happening?

Last night some strangers
broke into the hotel and

they locked themselves
into the bar.

They drifted desks, drawers,
everything.

We found all the computers
turned on

TV sets smashed on the floor
all over.

They left a strange signature in...

- Excuse me, a second, sorry.
- Yes, sure.

Hello Jane! Did you get my message
about Eleni's lost letter?

Look... I gonna call you back.

- You saw, what happened?
- No, but they told me.

Let's going to the bar.

I've got your message
but I was busy the last days

before the press office's getting
busy by the summit conference.

Helga...
Eleni is going to another crisis.

Like that time we found her at daybreak
walking barefoot on the highway.

Yesterday I got back from my trip
in the room was a real mess,

paper, glass, photo albums,
everything... She nearly trashed the place.

For some time now, ever since we
came to Rome Eleni is been avoiding me.

Every so often she's been sleeping
at girlfriends'.

But this time
it's something else.

I just went to a school and
she has been absent for a week.

The principal is giving up.

When I left she snapped,
"Perhaps it might be a good idea

to concern yourself alone more
with your daughter."

Under the pillow...

I found an old letter of her
grandmother's that was lost

and some pictures
of the two of them together.

And I'm afraid she is going
to do something really crazy.

- What can I do?
- Have you walked up on us... she cried every night.

When she needed...
When she needed her mother.

I was suffocated at your side.
I tried to tell you a thousand times.

But you were somewhere else.
Always somewhere else.

Your trips, your work, publicity.

Everything scented around you.
You, you, you!

What was I to you?
A shadow.

A shadow that followed you.

I couldn't breathe!
I was dying every day!

You know from the very beginning, Helga.
That I had no choice.

My only home was in these stories...

Every place else I fell like a
stranger... I felt lost... I fell lost.

I fell lost!

"HOMICIDE DETECTIVES"

Siberia
December 1956.

Yesterday they also brought
Jacob Levy.

The German Jewish friend stood by me
to the bitter end.

Same faith.

Young communists from Leipzig
with his sister.

They crossed the German boarder
at 1938 to escape the camps.

He too was punished for his friendship
with me by being expelled from party.

I write to you
as I can talk to you.

I know my letter will never reach you.

But I leave them
from the last passing train

carrying along only icy step,
journeying to find you in your cell.

Siberia
December 1956.

The funny looking plant that has been
climbing up to my window

it's still resisting the snow.

But that three year-old boy,
guess who...

only yesterday was still living
with me observing it.

Left today.

When I took him to the train from Moscow
his eyes were misery itself.

Jacob's sister, Rachel would be
waiting for him at the station.

As the train carried him away
my heart grows smaller.

I called out your name, his name,
I don't know other name.

In your absence, in his absence...
touched me... in such a waste land...

touched me.

Tomorrow leaves us hopes.

And the Angel cried:
"The third wing!"

- You're Jacob Levi?
- Yes.

- You speak German?
- Yes.

The director of the Cultural
Center is looking for you.

Let's go.

- You're Jacob Levi?
- Yes.

- You speak German?
- Yes.

Siberia
December 1956.

It the space of a
single night, portraits

and statues of
Stalin disappeared

"XX. Congress of the Communist Party"

You'll be getting out of there,
soon.

Alex's changing you.

We heard about it from an old comrade
who was transferred here.

I cry from happiness...
and then sadness.

Will I see you again?

And the Angel cried:
"The third wing!"

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

This is Echkart Stein.

He's come especially from Leipzig
to take the organ.

We arranged to have it repaired
and give it to the Conservatory.

Now you've got to translate.

- Jacob Levi...
- Good morning Mr. Stein.

Mr. Stein. You have been invited
to take a look at this organ...

and to repair it, if necessary.

This organ is perfect.

It shouldn't be touched.

Mr. Stein says
this organ is perfect.

It needs not to be touched.

But how is that possible?

It's remained in this state
for so many years.

It was a gift from Prince Orloff...
long before the Revolution.

The organ was a gift from Prince Orloff
in 1917

long before the Revolution.

Wait.

Siberia
December 1956.

Everything I miss
not being able to touch you...

I make up for my dreams.

Last night I saw you in a yellow raincoat,
climbing on railway tracks.

The yellow hood hid your eyes.

You had no eyes.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Ah, it's you.

Cinecitta Studios.
Sound Stage 5.

No, she isn't here.

Good day to you.

Berlin.

Kurfürstendamm.

It's raining.

From the wet streets come sounds,
voices... echoes of lost music.

That's strange anticipation.

The city appears to be getting ready
to greet the new year...

and the new century.

You've been listening
to "Good morning Berlin".

Before we continue
with our program...

we have more news
about tomorrow...

New Year's Eve 31.12.1999.

From 16:30 to 18:00
our New Year's Eve concert...

will be Ludwig van Beethoven's
Symphony No. 9 in D minor.

Hello!

It's flight 108 from New York
arriving on time?

Diverted to Tempelhof airport?
Why?

You mean a terrorist attack?

- Next!
- Thank you. Next!

Next two passengers, please!

Woman on the left,
turn to your left.

Man on the right,
turn to your right, please.

Man on the right,
turn to your left.

Woman on the left,
turn to your left.

Man on the right,
stand facing me.

Thank you!
You may both leave.

Next!

Now to your right, please!

And now to your left!

And now facing me!

Thank you!
Next!

And now to your left, please!

What do you want from me?
What the hell do you want from me?

And now facing me!

I refuse this humiliating process!

- Spyros!
- Do you hear me? I won't!

Halt! Freeze!

Let me go! Please!
I want to live!

I don't want to die!

I want to live!
I beg you!

Please let me go!

We are almost there.
Austria is on the other side.

Goodbye Russia, goodbye!

The passengers from the
Soviet Union have arrived.

I'm awaiting orders.

Open!

Papa! Papa!
Come!

- Papa!
- Papa! Come!

You go! Go!

I'm going back.

I was born on the Steppe... That's
where my ancestors are buried.

I cannot betray them.

Grandpa! Grandpa!
Come on!

Grandpa! Grandpa!
Come on!

Let's go!
You'll catch cold!

Grandpa...

♪ Sleep, my joy...

♪ The lights have gone out
in the house...

♪ The birds have gone to sleep
in the garden...

♪ The fish have gone to sleep
in the lake.

Welcome to Austria!
Happy New Year 1974!

- Happy New Year, Jacob!
- Happy New Year, Eleni!

For our journey... and to
Siberia for helping me realize

that everything comes
and goes with the wind.

- Shall we dance?
- Yes, yes!

Remember Anna, who threw her poems
from the terrace of the prison?

I found one the next day
on the snow:

"As we walk down and meet
clamour and the crowd,

we were troubled
by the silent of the angel

wings to touch the Earth,
the mud, and cried out:

"The only utopia is the third wing."

The buses are waiting for you.

Attention! Attention!

The Austrian Immigrant
Reception Service requests...

that you divide yourselves
into two groups.

Those who wish
to travel to Israel...

please go to the buses
on the right.

Those who wish to travel to the
USA or other countries...

please go left.

It's time, Jacob.

I'm not coming with you.

I was expecting that some point
it's was going to happen.

All these years... every day I
woke up and you were next to me...

I give prays, one more day.

You dreamed of Israel
as a return.

For me there is no return.

My destiny takes me somewhere else.

No matter... how many years
have gone by... no matter...

what happened between us.

I am someone else's woman.

Let me go.

I didn't want us about this way.

Jacob!

You want?

Jacob!

You were longing for this return.

Go!

I don't want you to be hurt.

Go.

Mother!

So what happened?

I was worried.

Everything is going wrong today.

First to change the airports and
now all these Rambo types.

Why did take you so long
to come out?

Your eyes were red.
What happened?

Where is my little girl?

She had school.

You don't wanna tell me, right?

When I got the message you were coming
to Berlin, I was surprised.

I thought we all gonna spend
the holidays together in New York.

We are going home.

You are going back? Just like that?
And you tell me now?

That's news.

After all these years...
the great return.

It's our first trip.

The first journey
we take together.

Hello?
Yes, it is.

When I brought my parents
to your hotel

I asked to see you,
but you stepped out.

Whatever they need,
you take care of it?

Thank you... thank you.

Yes. Good night!

I'm the one who called you.

I saw you at school.

I don't know where Eleni is now.

Two nights ago she was moved
me at my house.

Then she left.

I don't know where to.
She forgot this...

- Where is she?
- I don't know. I really don't know.

I don't know.
Maybe Bruno will know.

Bruno?

Yes, Bruno...
Maybe he'll know.

That's Bruno.

Americans...

Uncle Jacob!

- Are they here?
- Room 7.

- May I go up?
- Of course.

You forgot those kid.

You even forgot my sister
who raised you.

It's not true. Your Rachel?
You shouldn't say that.

I told you on the phone,
I had some problems, divorce...

I'm constantly traveling sometimes
I don't even know where I am.

How is Aunt Rachel, anyway?

She lives in Leipzig now.

Permanently she bought
our old family home.

Every time I see you I remember
the 3 years old boy,

who left Siberia on the train then.

Seven?

Seven.

Oh, Jacob... Jacob!

Eleni.

In Berlin?!

Yes,
I... I thought you were in Leipzig

and I was just saying to myself
impossible for him to come all this way.

I had some family property matters
to settle here and since...

you would be coming through Berlin...

- Spyros?
- Your friend is still sleeping.

- Should I leave? I can come back later.
- No, no! Stay.

So... How have you been, Jacob?

I am back from the voyage
the voyage of memory.

To Poland,
to camp to... block 1001.

Father and mother died there.

I haven't slept for days.

I close my eyes and see people
with shaved heads smiling at me.

Skeletons...
with ashes of their shoulders.

Smiling at me.

Still, Jacob?

Sorry. I didn't mean to...
I'm sorry.

Jacob! To the good old days.

Cheers!

Thank you.

To the good old days.

So you're leaving,
you're going back home?

I don't know what I'll do.

I'm concerned if I leave Rachel,
she'll be alone.

After Dan's death we are all
that's left from the family.

Eleni, Am I hallucinating?

I don't understand.

It's not possible.

Doesn't it resemble
the one in New York?

I'm talking about the room.

The hotel room
we've lived in Berlin, 1974.

The surroundings perhaps.

I don't know.

- Maybe...
- Jacob?

Maybe...

We arrived in New York.

You were very nervous of your son
who was in Canada to avoid Vietnam.

Fortunately,
Rachel was waiting for us.

Behind the glass pane
waving her hands like mad.

We went to the hotel.

From the very next day you leave
every morning... looking for him.

I pretended I was still asleep.

When we came back New York frightened
you. The buildings, the cars...

You kept asking for him.

Holding the address in your hand.

I followed you from a distance.

Why did you turn on the light?

Because it was lit
then the last time.

Don't go.

Don't go!

All these endless
months... we stayed in Italy...

waiting for the visas.

All these endless months we
stayed in Italy, waiting for the visas.

All these endless months...
And throughout the journey here...

a young girl... was
dancing inside me.

Without you. I don't know
what would have been coming.

- Don't go.
- You are stronger than I am, Jacob!

Please...

I don't care if you see him
as long as I don't know.

Don't go.

It was such a nice evening.

Don't tell anybody about this, OK?

- See you.
- Bye.

We have to hurry.

Greetings to Sally, OK?

Oh, Spyros!
Hope you don't forget, we talked about.

- OK! Greetings to Max and Sally!
- Yes, bye, bye.

What have come over you
playing this musical theme?

Lately you have been
playing it constantly.

Spyros!

Room 2141 of Washington's
Rayburn Office Building.

Richard Nixon became
the second president

who stand accused by
the Committee of Congress.

Throughout his self-inflicted
Watergate ordeal

Nixon remained unwilling to admit,
perhaps even to himself,

the weight of his transgressions
against truth and the Constitution.

I am...

Mother... all those years...
I dreamed about you.

You still in Rome?

She left it at girlfriend's house.

A sweater... photograph
of my mother...

and her diary.

To despair of that emerge from her diary,
devastating me.

I don't know where to
look for her anymore.

I've just come from the police.
They kept a photograph of her.

No! No!

No! No! Stop!
Stop, please!

There is no point anymore.

I'm sorry.

Here we are.

She works at that bar.

I did all I could, dad.

It was past midnight
when we arrived in Toronto.

And then she said: In this
town it rains all the time.

- Jacob, when was this building built?
- I don't know.

- What are we going to have? Tea?
- Spyros, some whisky?

- As usual, two chateau whisky.
- For me some tea.

Der Blaue Engel, Good evening.

Tonight? New Year's Eve?

You can't be serious!
No.

You won't find anything
in the whole of Berlin.

You're welcome.
Have a nice day.

It was midnight,
when we arrived in Toronto.

We are closing.

We don't serve at this hour.

We are closed.

Spyros!

Do you take Eleni for your wife?

Yes, I do.

Eleni!

Do you take Spyros
for your husband?

What do you think?
You are going at this hour, Spyros?!

What do you think?
You are going at this hour?!

I came, Eleni.

It was a long road.

I remember
your letter from Berlin.

Some years letter...

Berlin
10th November 1989.

Mother. Here yesterday
we lived a historic moment.

The Berlin Wall no longer exists.

On the street were yesterday and today
thousands of Germans and visitors

celebrating, singing, dreaming.

Some predicted, the end of the
Cold War also meant the end of history.

I know that like father, you have
some reservations all about this.

But it's time we saw a new era.

We finished shooting.

Both the crew and the actors
have either left or are leaving.

I'm staying.

Her name is Helga.

When she secretly crossed from East
to West Berlin

one terrifying night 17 years ago,
she was only 15.

And an unexpected meeting.

In the crowd I got sight of Jacob and
Aunt Rachel and her husband, Dan.

They were on the way to Leipzig
to find their old family home.

Mother. Last night I dreamt that
we walked together

among the ruins of the wall.

But when I turned to look at you,
it wasn't you.

A little girl... A little Eleni
hold out her hand to me.

Oh, Jacob!

You walked out,
I almost lost you.

I stopped for a moment

because someone with an accordion
was singing and I got carried away.

Here's again.

One more year.

A year?

A century is about time to like
but we barely got wind of it.

Do you smoke a few cigarettes?

- What happened, Spyros?
- What's wrong, Jacob?

We dreamt of another world.
How was it all lost?

And yet it all begins so differently.

The wind blow out there.

Some of us believed there were
the procedures of the skies. But...

As someone said:

We were cast aside by history.

That's right.

...cast aside by history.

- Eleni. Shall we dance?
- Oh, Jacob!

I know your mind is on the trip but
who knows if we'll ever meet again?

Spyros!

To the dust of time
that falls on everything.

Everything!
Big and small.

Jacob!

Ah, you wanna dance?

No, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We better go back to our hotel.

I call our son.

- Eleni, I'm sorry.
- It's nothing.

- Don't say nothing.
- It's just some dizzy. Almost gone.

Better to go back.

- Let's go. Our child...
- Eleni?

- I'll tell you on the way..
- Bye!

See you!

Youth Department.

As far as the kid is concerned
I tried talking to her,

she is not reacting.

At some point she turned to me
and looked what I said.

I realized that
it's pointless to be continued.

I wanna go there.

You can't.
The door is blocked by inside.

Eleni!

Mother!

Open up!

I am her grandmother!

Eleni?

What's wrong, child?

What's wrong?

Come on, love!

Eleni?!

Eleni!

I want to die.
I want to die!

I want to die... What's wrong?

I am going to get a doctor.

Eleni?

Eleni!

What's happened?

I need to sleep.

Grandma!

I need to sleep.

Is that you, Jacob?

Eleni, how is she?

She is asleep.
They both are.

- Am I disturbing you?
- You? Is that possible?

I was coming to say good bye,
anyway.

Chateau whisky?

Deutsche Welle.

Ladies and gentlemen,
in a little while...

you will be listening
to our New Year's Eve concert.

Ludwig van Beethoven, Symphony
No. 9 in D minor, opus 125.

Performed by
the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra.

Thank you.

To the new century!

- Are you all right, Jacob?
- Yes.

Time to go!

But where?

To Eleni.

You once said,
for you there is no return.

Now that's true, only for me.

I won't cry at the Wall of Tears.

Bon Voyage, little Eleni!

The third wing, Spyros!

Eleni!

Why? Why did you get up?

The year is ending.
I haven't set the table.

Eleni!

- I should set the table.
- This isn't time yet.

Set the table...

Spyros...

Our son...

and my little Eleni...
and Jacob... Jacob!

Jacob?

Where is Jacob?

We're all here.

- What's wrong, Eleni?
- I don't feel well.

Eleni!

Wake up!

I'm coming to get you.

Eleni!
Wake up!

Get up!

Eleni... Give me your hand!

Eleni, we are late...

Outside it was snowing.

The snow was falling silently
on the city that was still sleeping.

On the deserted streets,
the water of the canals,

on over the dead and the living,
one time passed and time passing

on the universe.

Subtitles by mitbrille
Karagarga@2013