All language subtitles for Twice Upon a Yesterday 1998 720hp WEB ENGLISH

Translation and subtitles by
PEPPER & LALASPAIN
*** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***

Well?
Nervous?

Good luck!

God, I can't wait
till it's over.

Thanks!

You'll be fine.
Just chill.

Just don't let
the occasion get to you.

Hey, good luck with tomorrow.

Thanks, Ann.

You'll be fine!

You will be there, won't you?

Of course I will.

It's not every day

that one of my trainees
gets married.

Oh, I've got to hurry up!
Got so much to do.

Good luck.
Don't be late.

I'm sure it's him
that's gonna be late.

Hello, Sir.

I really need some flowers.

Those will be great.
How much is that?

£3,50.

- £3,50. Here's a 5.
- Wait, sorry, Sir!

Alright?

Ha, ha.

Alright? Here.

Here's the tape.

It's good.
You'll like that one.

Here you go.

Good luck.
You'll need it.

Sylvia!

Wait.

You can't marry him.

Look, there's something
really important

that you've got to know
about this guy.

He's already married.

I saw him coming out
of "relate" the other day.

If you marry him,
you're a bigamist.

Come on, Vic.

You can do better than this.

Yesterday he was a terrorist,

the day before, a drug dealer.

Who do you think I am?

Alright,

he's not a terrorist,

but, look, you still
can't marry him.

Give me one good reason.

Because I love you.

Oh, Vic, you don't love me.

You love the fool

who used to tidy up behind you,

lick your boots,

stay up half the night

listening to your pathetic
delusions of grandeur...

who you dumped for
that actress, remember?

Well, I'm not that fool
anymore, thank God.

Look, that was a mistake.

The worst mistake

I've ever made
in my whole life.

I didn't mean it.

I was stupid.

I was immature.
I was...

You were a bastard.

Yeah, OK.

I'm gonna marry Dave,

and there's nothing you
can do or say to stop me.

Sylvia, I've changed.

I promise you I've changed.

Oh, Cr...

Bastard.

You mustn't listen to him.

He's just putting on an act.

He's an actor, remember?

A pretty bad one.

I know.

Look...

I'm gonna tell you something
I haven't told you before

because I didn't want
to hurt you.

Victor is the worst thing
that ever happened to you.

Such a phony.

Allie, you're talking
about the man

I spent 6 years
of my life with.

I was very happy...

Most of the time.

It's just that
I loved him too much.

Remember, it was him
who dumped you

for another girl.

It was a terrible mistake.

I didn't say getting
involved with Carol

was a terrible mistake.

What was a terrible mistake
was telling Sylvia.

At least I was honest.

She's gone.

She's not coming back,
you know?

Mate, it's not the end
of the world.

Plenty more fish in the sea.

I mean, look.

Alright?

Hey!

Hey, do you know
who this guy is?

No.

He is Victor Bukowski,

a very, very
well-known actor.

He's got a nice
hairy neck.

There, you see?

Says you've got
a nice hairy neck.

Hey?

She's in the bag.

Hi! There he is.

Ooh.
You're so lucky.

Hi.

- Hi!
- Hi!

Allie, how are you doing?

I'm fine.

Sweetheart.

It's great to see her so happy.

She's been talking
about you all day.

Allie.

Ooh.
I gotta go.

I'll see you guys tomorrow...

At church!

- Bye!
- Bye!

Hello, babe.

Look, Vic,
we all make mistakes.

But we learn from them,

and we get over them.

You can't dwell on the past
for the rest of your life.

Victor Bukowski.

It's Sean Daltrey here,
your agent.

Who the fuck
do you think you are,

Marlon Fucking Brando?

You, my friend,
are going down the pan.

Listen, don't ask me how, no why

but I managed
to get you some work.

It's a Sci-Fi film,

it's called the Return
of Killing Silhouettes.

You got three lines.

You gotta be down there
Monday, 5 A.M.,

and for Christ's sake,
Bukowski,

don't argue
with the director this time!

This job is your
last fucking chance, OK?

Oh, and by the way,
you're a Martian.

My ex-girlfriend.

She's getting married tomorrow.

Oh, is she?

Yeah.

We were together
for six years and 25 days.

And now she's getting married

to somebody else.

She's marrying
this other guy tomorrow?

That's a photograph of her.

She's a beautiful girl, man.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?
- Yeah, she is.

And now she's gonna
go marry some other guy.

I'm madly in love with her
and she left me eight months ago.

You ever do something
so terrible

that you'd give anything
in the world to put it right?

Are you drinking
from a guilty conscience

or because you still love her?

You don't drink
on a guilty conscience

after, like, eight months.

Mmm, you wanna be sure.

What's the saying?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

So what stops you two from

getting back together then?

Just the fact

that she's getting married
to somebody else tomorrow.

To some asshole
that she met in a gym.

I mean, can you imagine

marrying somebody
that you met in a gym?

Where did she first meet you?

In a psychiatric hospital.

No, I was...

Working in the cafe there,

and she was a student.

So what kind of person
do you meet

in a psychiatric hospital?

Loser.

Some actor who thinks
he's Marlon Fucking Brando.

An actor? Wow!

Yeah, unemployed actor.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

I'm surprised,

'cause you've got
a very interesting face.

Oh, no, I don't.

No, you do, you do.

I can spot a charismatic
face from a mile out.

Well, apparently,

I don't have a very
charismatic mouth.

No, I argue too much.

Did you used to argue
with her, too?

No.

We had something
really special,

You know?

Yeah.

Something special.

Why do we always think
we've found something special,

something unrepeatable,

your one and only true love?

And you always end up telling

the same old story.

So...

Did you at least have
the guts to tell her

or did she find out?

No, I told her.

I'd been seeing this girl, Carol

who was an actress,

who I thought that
I'd fallen in love with.

We were at her flat
after rehearsals,

and she was in the play
I was in at that time.

But I don't know.

I just... I wasn't
with her that day.

I know, deep in my heart,

I was feeling bad,

and worried about Sylvia,

so when I left Carol's flat

I was in a strange mood,

and then to make matters
ten times worse,

it was carnival.

Now, if there's one thing
on the planet

that I absolutely hate,

it's the Notting Hill carnival.

Because, I mean,
if you live there,

for three days,
it's just mayhem.

You can't sleep,
you can't think,

you can't breathe.

And I've never understood

why they can't have it
in winter

like they do
in most normal countries

instead of August.

At this point,

I was thinking
what to tell Sylvia

in case she asked me.

When all of a sudden,
I thought I heard Freddy

giving me one of his
usual pieces of advice.

for these kinds of situations.

First, have a beer
before you go home

so you smell of alcohol!

Second, nick something
from her drawers!

An earring or a necklace!

Say I gave it to you,
found it at home.

Then I run into Sylvia's
best friend.

Alison is a king-size
pain in the ass.

Managed to hide from her.

Anyway...

I finally arrived home...

Hi.

And there she is.

Hi.

I was, uh...

I was just talking
to a friend on the phone,

and she said she saw you today.

Really?

Where?

Going into a house.

Yeah, Freddy's house.

Wasn't his street.

What am I talking about?

Freddy's girlfriends house.

You went on your own.

I know, I know, I know.

I was with Freddy's girlfriend.

I bumped into her

when I was walking
down the street.

What a coincidence.

Yeah, isn't it?

Another thing, um...

Before I forget...

Freddy

gave me this,

and was wondering

whether or not
it might be yours.

Maybe you dropped it

the last time you
were over there,

something like that,

Because he'd already
asked his girlfriend,

and she said
no, it wasn't hers.

And so he was wondering

whether or not
it wouldn't be yours.

Is it yours?

Yeah.

It's mine.

Oh, good.

Must've dropped it.

Mm-hmm.

Been looking for that for ages.

Have you eaten?

No.

How's the carnival?

It's as insane as it ever is.

I hate it so.

Oh, let's go.

What, you want to go out in it?

Yeah. I haven't
been out all day.

But you can't...
you can't move out there.

Come on.

You can grind.

Yeah.

Yeah, alright then.

Yeah?

Let's go
and do carnival things.

Won't be a minute.

Alright.

Sylvia...

I'm coming.

It's wasn't
Freddy's girlfriend's house.

It wasn't Freddy's girlfriend.

What?

So why didn't you keep lying?

You were doing really well.

Do you love her?

Do you?

Yes.

You fucking bastard.

So get the fuck out...

Go on. Get the fuck
out of here!

Go fuck yourself!

- Sylvia!
- Fuck off!

It was the most horrible
day of my life.

So what happened
to the other girl?

Ah, I don't know.
It just kinda fizzled out.

I woke up one day next to her,

and I looked at her
and I thought...

"I don't love you."

Strange, isn't it,

how the light
just changes sometimes?

And then...

I tried to go back
to Sylvia, but...

I was too late.

The light had changed
for her, too.

Yeah.

If only I could go back and...

Nah, this last one's
on the house.

Thank you.

See you.

Yeah.

Hey.

Take this.

It's raining.

It's a little frayed, but
it's better than nothing.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

Whoa!

I feel like shit.

Me, too.
I had a long day.

Go on.
Throw me in your truck.

Señor.

I think we have a problem here.

Me.

He wants me to throw him
in the truck.

'Cause I'm rubbish.

I think he's pissed.

Wrong, Rafael, wrong.

This poor man is deluded.

And it is no fault of his.

No, no.

This poor man needs our help.

Where are we going?

Whoo!

Look yonder, my friend.

It's all there.

The things you threw away.

The things you did not
want anymore.

The things you were
desirous to forget.

The things that did not
fit in your saddlebag.

And the things...

You lost, too.

It all ends up here.

Pues ya en los nidos de antaño

no hay pájaros hogaño.

What?

You need to let go.

How can people throw
things like this away?

And books.

How can people
throw away books?

Ah, that I understand.

Of course,
I can neither read nor write.

But books are the reason

why people end up seeing giants

and not windmills...
Don Miguel.

If you read books,
friend Rafael,

perhaps a great deal more

would fit in your pockets.

But for our new friend
and myself,

the future
is an even bigger pocket,

and he cannot see
what it contains.

You are evading
the issue, Rafael.

Our friend here...

is enchanted,

for he sees no life
without his princess

now that she is marrying
another knight.

How do they know?

And we need
to disenchant him.

But it didn't work
with Dulcinea, Don Miguel.

Oh, that was an exception.

This time it shall work.

Show me.

Not half as good
as master Cervantes...

But it will do.

"From this
world-wearied flesh,

eyes look your last".

"Arms, take your last embrace".

"And lips...

oh you, the doors of breath,

seal with a righteous kiss,

a dateless bargain

to engrossing death."

You know what to do.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hang on, hang on.

I was... I was...

I was only joking.
I... I didn't...

Now.

OK, OK, OK, OK...

Now, it's easier...

If you wear this.

You've never seen us.

Otherwise...

You'll break the spell.

Your heart is a kite
tangled in a tree.

Go...

And disentangle it.

Have you sent that page?

First class.

He will get it tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow will now be
a long time for him.

Aah!

This last year's stock?

No, this is this year's stock.

I'm normally late,
but not that late.

What's your problem?

I don't know
where I am.

Where do you want to go, Sir?

I don't know where I am
in time.

It's 2 o'clock.

What day is it?

Sunday.
Carnival day.

What month is it?

August, Sir.

Are you absolutely sure?

Have a good one, Sir.

Yes!

Or maybe I should
just ask him outright.

No, cos if you're wrong

you'll make a fool
out of yourself.

The one thing that never fails,

say something like,

"I was cleaning out the room

and a packet of condoms

fell out
of your jacket pocket."

If Vic is guilty,

he'll get all nervous
and betray himself.

Allie, that's terrible.

He'll never believe that.

Well, you could
say something like,

"I was speaking to a friend
today on the phone,

and she said
she saw you today."

Yeah, that's better.

Yeah, we'll have
to improvise after that.

Yeah, I know.

I'm just being silly.

Vic would never do anything
like that to me.

Yeah, bye!

Allie?

Allie, can you hear me?

Hi, Al!

It's carnival, Alison!

Don't you think it's great?

What are you doing here
alone without Sylvia?

What?

Shouldn't you be at home
looking after her a bit?

At home?

Yes.

Ha,ha!

You're absolutely right!

Yeah!

Yeah.

You're absolutely right!

I'll just go and get her.

It's great to see ya,
Allie!

Bye.

Pissed out of his mind.

I was just talking
to a friend on the phone,

and she said she saw you today.

Hi.

Hi ya.

I, I was just talking
to a friend on the phone.

And she said she saw you today.

Vic...

Please.

Slap me in the face.

Why?

There's nothing wrong,
nothing wrong.

Just slap me
in the face... Hard.

OK, please?

Sorry.

You're still here.

Yeah.

You're still here.

I'm still here.

"Your heart is a kite
tangled in a tree.

Go and disentangle it."

You're drunk.

I am.

And you're wet.

I fell in a puddle
at the carnival.

You went to carnival?

Yeah, I went to the carnival.

Like this?

Yeah.

Are you hot?

I'm roasting.

Whoops.

♪ Follow the leader, leader, ♪

♪ jump and wave... ♪

You hate the carnival.

I don't anymore.

I love you.

Mmmm, I love you, too.

Do you?

Mm-hmm.

Uhmm!

Sylvia...

Will you marry me?

Ow!

Ow!

You are so drunk.

I know, but... but
will you marry me?

Oh!

Pleaaaase.

"Vic.

"Didn't want to wake you.

Have a sweet
hangover..." Hmm.

"And a good
rehearsal."

Good rehearsal?

Shite!

Repentance, Emilio,
I want repentance.

I'm not going to kill you
because you have betrayed us,

but because you haven't
repented from the heart.

There he is.

Oh, my! ¡Hombre, Victor!

Victor, where have you been?

We've been waiting for you
all morning, Victor.

Um, um, sorry I'm
late, everybody,

I... I really am.

Hey, Vic,
how's it going?

It's really great to see you.

Are you OK?

I am fantastic.

Christina, hi ya.

Hi, Victor.

Li, Lisa, and... and Mark.

Hello, Vic.

- And Nathan
- Hi!

And... James.

Ha, ha! It's great
to see you again.

Again?

I only saw you yesterday.

But it's still
great to see you.

Ahh, give me another hug.

Hi.

Hi.

You're weird.

I know.
Hi, Bobby.

Where have you been?

Hi.

What... what's
going on?

We have to talk.

Have you told her?

No, I haven't told her,
and I'm not going to.

What? But you
said you would.

I've changed my mind.

I've thought it through,
and I've decided

that we have to stop
seeing each other.

I don't understand.

I-I'm sorry
if I've misled you.

Misled me?

Fucking bastard!

Listen, Carol.

It wouldn't have worked!

Trust me!

You would have got
really bored with me

really soon.
I know it.

We would have gone away
to the country one day,

to Sussex, and you
would have said to me...

You're a fucking
bloody bastard!

No, no, not at first.

First, you would have
said to me over breakfast,

"Vic, do you realize
how little we have in common?

We don't even speak
the same language."

Let's get back to work.

You would have got on the
first train back to London,

then we'd never have seen
each other ever again.

I don't know what
you're talking about!

Come on,
we are all waiting.

Trust me. I've
been there before.

You scum!

OK, everybody.

Shhhh.

Positions.

You know, you're going to get

a really good part
in a film after this.

It's a James Bond film.

And, uh, you get to
snog Pierce Brosnan.

Victor?

What more do you want?

What more do you want?

Repentance...

Emilio.

I want repentance.

I'm not going to kill you
because you've betrayed us.

I'm going to shoot you
in the balls

because you haven't
repented from the heart.

Maria...
You can't do this.

Oh, yes, I can.

I myself volunteered
to carry it out!

Woof!

Very good.

Did you like that power?

Did you enjoy playing God?

Very good, Carol,
very good.

So was it fun
to crush the dreams

you once shared with us
with your own fingers?

Yes.

Was it? Was it fun
to see us run like ants

under the shadow of your shoe?

Very good, very...

Was it, Vic?!
Was it, Vic?!

Piece of shit!

Whoo!
Whoo!

Grazie!

Well, I'm impressed, Vic.

Ha!

Mmmmmmmm.

This is good.

Mm-hmm.

Really good.

Can I tempt you
into sniffing the cork?

And you've tidied up.

Yup.

Why's your guitar up there?

How did things go
with your patients today?

God, I had Alan today.

Claustrophobia.

I had to take him on the tube.

It was really difficult.

Oh, really? God.

Hang on.

You've never been
interested in my work.

No, I'm interested.
I'm... I'm really interested.

Yeah, OK.

Um, "Psychology is
a fascinating journey

on a dead-end street."

Who said that?

Whoof!

Oh, aye, but, well, you know...

I must have been joking.

After six years with you,

I think I know perfectly
well when you're joking.

No, really, I think that not
only is psychology interesting,

but it's also very important.

I mean, you know, as an actor,

how else could I get into
the hearts and minds of,

you know, the characters
that I play in

and understand
their wee foibles and...

- Leave it, Vic. You're not on a stage.
- Alright.

Are you, um, working at
the bookshop this weekend?

Bookshop?
What bookshop?

Bookshop, yeah.
Mm-hmm.

Vic?

Mm-hmm.

Are you having an affair?

What?

I mean, are you
having an affair?

Are you seeing someone else?

Because if you are,
you should tell me.

What gave you that idea?

Because you've been acting

really weird lately.

You're distant,

and you're cold
except for yesterday

when you were drunk.

And we haven't
made love in ages.

So, don't lie to me.

I promise you

I'm not having an affair.

I'm not seeing anyone.

I'm not even imagining

the remotest possibility
of anybody else.

So what's wrong?

I don't know.

I suppose
it's my career really.

I... I don't know why.

I just don't really
see it going anywhere

in the next kinda

eight months.

So I'm a bit kinda confused
as to, you know,

what I'm supposed to be doing.

I mean, maybe you were right.

Maybe,

you know, I should
try something else maybe.

Do something else.

I never said that.

But you will.

You... you will.

You... you... you will.

You will.

Can I say something to you?

Mm-hmm.

I know that over
the past few years

I've been a wee bit selfish.

I promise you
I'll try and change.

Let's go in there.

- Go in there, OK.
- Yeah.

You shouldn't trust him.

No, you'd be amazed.

He really has changed.

Mmm. I wouldn't
be so sure.

He is an actor, remember?

Ooh, what do you think?

Nah.

It's incredible.

He's doing everything I want.

He's probably feeling
guilty about something.

He's talking about
having children.

Getting married, settling down.

Things he never
wanted to discuss.

Will you hold up that mirror?

But he's always been very
good at talking, hasn't he?

It's the facts we want.

He's stopped smoking.

Has he?

Mm-hmm.
Hmm.

- Hi.
- I'm late.

Going jogging?

No, to the gym.

To the gym? Wait.

What gym?

Alison told me
about this great gym,

so I'm gonna go and meet her.

No, you can't go.

What do you mean I can't go?

No, what I mean is that
you don't need to go.

You're beautiful.

You're perfectly
alright as you are.

Yeah, Alison, Alison only goes

because she doesn't
have any friends,

and you've got lots of friends

and a beautiful body,

so you don't need
to go to a gym.

No, I do.

And besides, it'll take
my mind off work.

Well, yeah, but not in a gym.

I mean, gyms,
they're bad for you.

They take your mind off
completely.

You'll stop thinking
altogether.

Honestly.

They're full of
narcissistic wankers

who spend all day
raising weights

'cause they can't
raise a hard-on.

You're right.

Mmm.

Maybe I'll find myself
a really gorgeous man.

You're making the mistake
of your life.

Oh, my God!

Don't shut the door!

Fuck!

Hey!

Vic.

What are you doing here?

Shall we go for a run
in the park? Huh?

It's such a beautiful day.

You don't want to lock
yourself away in a gym.

Yeah, but you're
wearing my clothes.

I know. I couldn't find
my sports clothes.

'Cause you don't have any.

Look, I can't stop now.

You wanna go?
Come on, huh?

You look knackered.

I'm not, honestly,
I'm fine.

I was thinking
I might do the marathon

this year, actually.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So last one into the park

does the hoovering for a month.

You're on.

Right. Come on.

You said you could
do this twice a week.

She's wearing
the trousers.

Oh, come on.

It's true. Ever since
you finished with Carol,

you let her take the reins.

That's rubbish.

Ah, well, then how come
you're always out

with her friends
and not with us?

How come you're reading

all those boring
psychology books, huh?

I mean, you don't even dare
smoke in front of her.

It's no big deal.

Of course it is!

Women like to be shown the way.

They like their men
to take the decisions,

to take the initiative.

Isn't that right,
baby? Aah!

Ha, ha, ha!

You see?

They love it.

You need to change tactics.

You need to get
the old Vic back.

You know, don't
give her too much.

Just enough to keep her happy

but hungry for more.

'Cause if you let them
have too much,

well, then they just
start searching

for something new.

Isn't that right, girls?

Ha, ha, ha,ha!

Hey, hey! Do you know
who this guy is?

Ready, Victor?

This came for you.

Right.

Curtain's up in two minutes.

I know.
Calm, calm.

It's OK.
Energy.

Calm, calm.

(I'm not sure about this)

Energy.

(What's his name,
Beekowski or Bellkowski,

this new Brando
you're telling me about?)

Shhh!

- Aah!
- Shut up!

Bravo!

Well done.

- Nice one, Victor.
- Good one.

Whoo!

Jesus!

Maravilloso.
Maravilloso.

You were...

Fabulous.

Wonderful,
wonderful, wonderful!

- Thank you.
- You are a genius.

Maravilloso, maravilloso!

Aah!

Alright?
Well, what, what, what?

It was alright.

What? Don't tell me
you didn't like it.

I was just a little bit bored.

You were bored?

It was great!

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

And you were the best.

So you... you liked it?

Yeah, all that stuff
with Carol was brilliant.

I mean, doesn't she like you?

No, no, it was all
in the text.

(I'm Sean Daltrey,

premier agent
to the film industry.

Where is this Billoski star?)

Baby, get in the cupboard.

What?

Get in the cupboard.

Really?

(I like the sound
of that name.

I can make it rhyme
with Stanislavski)

(Vic?)

There's someone to see you.

Looks like he's gone.

What time were they
supposed to be here?

Now.

And who is this guy
that she's bringing?

Is it her new boyfriend?

No, I don't think so.

I think he's just someone

she's seen a couple of times.

I'm gonna have to take him
into the toilet

and tell him all about her.

Don't be horrible.

She's a nice girl.

She's got a lot
of good qualities.

Name them.

Oh, there they are!
Hi!

- Hi, Allie.
- Hi.

Sylvia.

This is Dave.

Oh, shit, sorry.

No, it's OK, it's OK.

Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
It's OK. It's not too bad.

Right.
We'll start again.

Thank you.

Sylvia, this is Dave.

Hi, Dave.

And this is Victor.

Victor.

Hi.

Well, here we are.

Oh, Sylvia, you look great.

And you, Victor, you still
working in the shop?

Yeah. You still
living in the gym?

Hmm. The best part though
has been meeting Dave.

He's doing physiotherapy.

He hurt his back
in an accident.

Was it a bad injury?

No, no, it wasn't too bad.

Uh, thanks.

I fell off a tractor.

He's an agricultural engineer.

He's been in Calcutta,

helping them develop
irrigation techniques.

And have you got
a lot more physio to do?

No, no. Thank God.

Only got a couple of months.

I hate gyms.

They're full of
narcissistic idiots.

Yeah, who spend all day
raising weights to compensate

for the fact they can't
raise their penises.

Is that what you
were gonna say?

Yeah.
Something like that.

Well, if you don't
understand the menu,

just ask Dave.
He's the expert.

Well, that's good.
So, um...

What do you recommend?

If you don't like it too hot,

try the Badami Korma.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm, Victor.

Victor?

What?

Try the... [Speaks
foreign language]

The what?

It's goat's testicles.
Very good for the pulse.

Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Erm, I need to go to the loo.

Will you excuse me a minute?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I'll join you.

No, look,
you stay here with me.

What do you think?

Yeah.

I really
think accidents

happen for a reason.

They're not just bad luck.

I think this accident

was trying
to tell me something.

Although it will
probably take me a while

to find out what it is.

But I know there was
an important reason

for me to come back.

Why did you decide to go
to India in the first place?

Oh, I got tired of
building golf courses

for rich people in Scotland.

I thought I could
do something more useful

with my life.

And why India?

Um, I wanted to get away.

I'd just come out of
a long relationship.

I wanted something
very different.

As it was, I loved it.
I'd love to go back,

settle down there
in the future.

Why don't you go now?

Well, because I've
become involved

in a reforestation
program outside Newbury.

It's my hometown. Looks like
it's gonna go on for a while.

That's the trouble
with these jobs.

You get sucked into them
and you can't leave them.

Mmm.

I should imagine it's a bit
like that with your patients.

You're a psychologist,
aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Once you start treating someone you
can't leave them till they're cured.

Yeah, sometimes I wonder whether
some of them will ever be cured.

Yeah, she has to work
with all these mad men.

It must be so scary.

I'm sure some of them

are potential rapists
or serial killers.

I think the psychologists

are the real scary ones.

This is really delicious.

Did you see the way
that guy was looking at you?

Really?

You're gonna have to be
really careful,

because he looks
like a stalker.

Don't be silly.

I mean, "I think
psychologists themselves

are the real
scary ones."

I mean, what
a contemptuous attitude

towards psychology.

Vic, he was only joking.

I'm surprised
you didn't like him,

'cause his sense of humor
is a bit like yours.

What?!

Like mine?

Oh, come on,
how can you say that?

He doesn't have
a sense of humor.

Oh, right,
is that what you mean?

- And all that...
- Sorry.

Injury shite.

I mean, the only
reason he came back

was because he's
obviously still in love

with his girlfriend,

but she doesn't want to have
anything to do with him,

because he's such a wanker.

You know, it's funny.

I thought it was
because of Alison

you were so sulky.

Ah, yeah, Alison's
almost likable

compared to him.

God.

Did he give you
his phone number

when I was in the toilet?

No, he did not.
Why would he?

Because you were doing
Bambi impressions

every time he so much
as glanced at you.

I was just being polite.

Oh, really?

And he wasn't much better.

I mean, didn't he ask you,

"where did you get
your blouson?"

Yeah.

And wasn't he always
serving you wine

before Alison?

Yeah, because he was
sitting opposite me, Vic.

And didn't he ask you

whether you'd seen that
program on channel 4

about psychologists
planting memories?

Yes!

Well, there.
I rest my case.

Alright. OK,
I changed my mind.

Don't you think
that him and Alison

make a perfect couple?

- Hi.
- Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was, uh, just
looking for Alison.

Oh, she left about
half an hour ago.

I think she's gone home.

Oh, well, never mind.

I wasn't sure I was
gonna come anyway.

Dave...

- How's your patients?
- How's your back?

Uh, yeah, my back's fine.

What was it you said
the other day

about psychologists
being scary?

Oh, no, I'm sorry.
That was a stupid thing to say.

I've got nothing
against psychologists.

I admire them.

Honestly, I'd love
to do what you do.

What?

Help people.

I mean, spiritually
with their frustrations,

their problems.

I basically grow
plants and food.

You make people grow.
That's more rewarding.

Well, it's nice to see you.

It's nice to see you too.

Sylvia?

Yeah?

Do you, um...

Do you want to go
for a drink somewhere?

Alright.

I'll see you.

Hey, Cinderella.

Hey, Sylvia.

There's somebody waiting
for you downstairs.

I know.

Fuck.

Hi.

Hi ya.

Um, what are you doing here?

Two tickets.

Radiohead.
Brixton Academy.

Tonight.

I thought you were
seeing Freddy tonight.

Well, yeah, I mean,
I was going to,

but then I thought of this.

How did you get them?

I queued for returns.

Are you sure
they're for tonight?

'Cause I know they
were playing three nights.

Sylvia... Tonight.

Why didn't you call me?

Because I thought it
would be a nice surprise.

Oh, it is.

It's great. It's just
that I didn't expect it.

Well, you're not supposed
to expect surprises, are...

Does that mean
you're happy about it?

What?

We... we should go,
darling,

or we're gonna be late.

No, mmm.

What?

Nothing.

Shall we go?

Yeah. I just left something upstairs.
I won't be a minute.

What?

Look, hi, I'm sorry...

He's just turned up

with 2 tickets for Radiohead,

and they're my favorite band,

so I couldn't say no.

Oh, no.

Yeah, but I can definitely
see you tomorrow,

lunchtime or after work
or whenever.

Yeah, OK.
We've got to talk, OK?

Yeah.

Bye.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I suddenly remembered
the future.

Excuse me?

I'm looking for this book.

Well, I wouldn't.
It's rubbish.

Is it?

Yeah.

Oh, well, it's not for me.
It's for my boyfriend.

It's his birthday.

I know he particularly
likes this writer.

Well, it really is crap.

I don't care.
I know he'll like it.

And I can't really afford

to get it wrong, you see.

God, you sound like me.

Try to smile.

Why are you going so early?

Well, I said I'd meet
Vic at the bookshop,

and we'd go and see a film.

What film?

I don't know.

But now he always
lets me choose.

I mean, like the other day,

I took him to see
a Hungarian film.

Normally, I would have got
a lecture on pretentious films

and been punished with washing
up for two days in a row

or lending him
his favorite jacket...

which is mine.

But this time he let me off.

Think he knows?

No.

(I think she's
having an affair.)

Really? That's tricky.

Yeah, it is tricky.

I don't know what to do.

Every single day,

I try and think of
a different approach,

and I always end up
saying the wrong thing.

(Why don't you
give him a call?)

Tell him...

You have to work late.

And that you'll go
to the pictures tomorrow.

I know a really good way
of finding out

whether your partner's
having an affair or not.

Do you?

Oh, mind you, it's only for girls
who suspect their boyfriends.

Well, try me, it might work.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Look, you're probably
gonna think I'm mad,

but I was tidying up the room

and I picked up
one of your jackets

and a pair of guy's pants

fell out on the floor
and they weren't mine.

Pair of guy's pants?

Which weren't yours?

Yeah. They weren't
very clean, either.

Can I see these pants?

No, you can't, 'cause
I put them in the wash.

And you're sure
they're not yours?

Darling, I think I'd
recognize my own pants.

Hmm.

I don't understand.

I mean, how can
a pair of guy's pants

which aren't yours

get into my jacket pocket?

Unless one of my sexually
deranged patients

put them there.

Oh, God, you probably think I'm
having an affair or something.

Well, I mean,
you can understand.

Yeah.

Probably just one
of your patients

put them there, though, eh?

Mmm.

Look, anyway, let's
just forget about it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry if it sounded
like I didn't trust you.

Tidying up the room?

Hmm, what a mess.

It's broken.

Yeah.

I can't do this anymore, Vic.

I can't lie to you.

I don't understand.

I'm moving out.

That's really nice stuff
you're playing.

She likes it, too.

Who? The barmaid?

No, no, She.

The moon.

The moon?

Yeah, man.

Don't you see her sitting
on top of my piano?

She always comes down
to listen to me play.

Yeah, I can see her.

No, she's gone now.

You scared her.

Sorry.

It's OK.

She'll come back
when I start playing again.

You got a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

Haven't seen you here before.

Look...

Is there a red-haired
woman works in here?

About 30?

Blue eyes.

No, there's only Louise,

and she only started
a couple of days ago.

I don't think she was
made for bar-tending.

It's so strange.

I'm sure I saw her here.

She was standing over there
right behind the bar.

Man, you really are seeing
things, aren't you?

I must be seeing things.

Excuse me.

I've already asked the pianist,

but I'm not sure whether
or not I trust his eyesight.

I know what you mean.

Is there a red-haired woman
works in here?

About 30, blue eyes,
very beautiful?

No.

Are you sure this
is the right bar?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Um, we had a long chat
one night.

She was very special.

She gave me this.

Can I see it?

It's not much use.

Yeah, well, it was raining
really hard that night.

But she's obviously
not here yet.

Yet?

It's a long story.

I'd better go.
Good night.

Good luck.

Here's to your flat.

Yeah, thank you.

How are things with Dave?

Good. It's good.

I mean, there's no pressure.

We don't ask each other
questions,

so just enjoy
each other's company.

Great.
That's really great.

Have you heard from Vic?

No.

Can you believe it?
He hasn't even phoned.

No.

I think he's
actually accepted it.

I thought
I'd be besieged by him,

and as always, the only thing

I can't find an explanation
for is Vic's behavior.

I hope he's OK.

I should ring him,
but I think it's too early.

Yeah. Just give him
a little bit more time.

I hope after everything,
we can still be friends though.

'Cause we were always
really good friends.

Yeah, you were.

Cheers to you.

Oi, mate?

Can you get me
a bourbon from the bar?

Yeah, sure.

- Hi.
- Hi.

A bourbon for
the maestro, please.

Of course.
Can I get you something?

Alright. I'll have
a vodka and tonic, please.

OK.

Whoo. Mmm.

Is that very strong?

Uh-huh. It's OK.

Sorry.

You haven't done very much
bar work before, have you?

No.

In fact, I'm really a writer.

The reason why I took this job

is that the main character
of the novel I'm writing

works in a bar.

I understand,
because I'm an actor...

And I'm working in
a bookshop just now

because the character
I'm gonna play

in my next film is a librarian.

- Mmm?
- Hmm.

I also need the money.

Yeah, me, too.

I'm Victor, by the way.

I'm Louise.

Well, actually,
my real name is Luisa,

but people find it hard
to pronounce properly.

Where are you from?

I'm from Córdoba in Spain.

Spanish?

Ya en los nidos de antaño...

- No hay...
- No hay...

- Pájaros. Pájaros
- Hogaño. Hogaño.

What the hell does that man?

It means don't look
for this year's birds

in last year's nests.

It's from Don Quijote.

Where did you hear it?

I think I dreamed it.

Like your
red-haired woman?

Did you dream her, too?

The red-haired woman
and Don Quijote

are all part of the same story.

Don Quijote.

Don Quijote.

"The Knight of
the Sorrowful Figure."

In the end, he died in
his bed of melancholia,

hating the books of chivalry

and blaming them
for his madness.

- Hey!
- Hmm?

Don't fall asleep.

You still haven't told
me about that beautiful

red-haired woman
you are looking for.

I can't actually
tell you about her,

because if I do,
then I'll break the spell.

Louise...

I'm gonna give you a pay rise

so you can afford
your breakages.

Sorry.

I think I'd better go home.

Do you live nearby?

Just across the road.

Will you be OK?

I'll be fine.

Oh! I'm OK.

Really?
Are you sure?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Don't worry, Lou.
I'll take care of the rest.

OK, it's OK.
I'm absolutely fine.

It's OK.

- Thank you.
- See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Wait a minute.

Did you see that?

What?

The moon.

Did you see it?

Anda, vamos.

Where do you live?

Ahm...

Aah!

Ha, ha, ha!

Hello, Victor,
it's Louise.

We met last night at Lenny's
in case you don't remember.

Remember the film
I told you about yesterday?

Well, it's on at the Ritzy,

and I thought maybe
you'd like to come with me

to the afternoon performance
before I go to work.

It was really, really nice
talking to you yesterday.

I'll leave you my number if
you arrive home before 03:00.

It's 0171-166-9327.

And in case you're wondering,

nothing happened last night.

Vete a la mierda.

Hi.

I've been fired.

What?

I've been fired.

I arrived tonight and there is somebody
else doing my job,

and the manager tells me
they don't need me anymore.

Why?

I don't know, I had
a bad day yesterday.

I broke a few glasses.

And there's somebody else
doing your job?

I'm really sorry.

You didn't call me yesterday.

You always think you have
something special.

Something unrepeatable.

The one and only true love.

Why is it you always end up
telling the same story?

Funny thing is, I thought
I could live without her.

I was doing OK with
my musical career.

Then my record company
decided to drop me.

Really? I'm surprised,

because you have an
interesting face, you know?

Thanks.

Honestly, I can spot a
charismatic face a mile off.

Yeah? What can I do for you?

Can I help you?

No.

Oh, fuck!

Do you want to get drunk?

Mmm.

Mmmmmm.

What?

Hmm?

Mmm?

Hmm.

You still haven't learned.

You'll never get
another girlfriend

till you change your attitude.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You can't approach
a woman you fancy

with an "all-or-nothing"
attitude.

It's not as black
and white as that.

There's a lot of gray girls out there

in a lot of Grey areas,

give you the shag of your life.

Life is too short

for romantics
like you, my friend.

You blink, they go
after some other guy

who expects less from them.

Women have changed.
They're more like us now.

They just want to
have fun, you know?

Try and get that
into your system.

Oh, dear. I've got to do
something about this.

Still, it's man's condition,
I suppose.

It's like women have tits.

Expect you're feeling
the same thing.

No. It's alright.

Show us your belly.

What?

Show us your belly.

What?

Show us your belly.

You're holding that in.

- I'm not.
- Yeah, you're holding that in.

- I'm not!
- You are!

There's a girl over there
giving me the eye.

She's coming this way.
She's not bad.

She's definitely
coming this way.

She's very tasty.

Don't say anything.

Don't fuck it up.
Leave this to me.

¡Qué guapa!

I see that you do know
who this guy is.

Freddy, this is Louise.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Nice to meet you.

So you're the reason
he hasn't been nagging me

the last couple of months.
I like you already!

How can you keep this
quiet from me?

You always tell me everything!

I know.

I hope he told you about his
audition for the BBC sitcom.

An audition for a BBC sitcom?

Ah-ah-ah.
Tomorrow.

Wow, that's fantastic!

You said you were never
gonna do a sitcom.

That was a long time ago.

That was before I met Louise.

Oh.

Huh?

What?

Contraception!

Oh, my God. He's gone
out without a condom.

Don't be silly,

condoms are
older than Frank Sinatra.

What, now?

Take the car.

I'll see you back
at my place later.

OK.

OK?

I'm surprised you called,

I thought Dave had kidnapped you.

The truth is, I don't see
much of him lately, so...

he's so devoted to his job,

which is great 'cause
that gives me plenty of time

on my own which I really like.

Good.

Hmm.

But the time I do spend
with him is brilliant.

'Cause Dave's really
mature and perceptive.

Excuse me.

You know,

I've come to the
conclusion that independence

is the pillar
in any relationship.

'Cause relationships
are like plants.

You know? They need air.
They need breathing space.

Otherwise they wilt.

Sounds like you've
got very clear ideas.

Yeah. Never been more
focused in my whole life.

I should have
been you, you know.

I saw him first.

Yeah, I know,

but it wasn't how
I wanted it to happen.

It was just fate or something.

Yeah, Mr Fate's
always to blame.

Well, if you see him,
send him to me.

I'd really like to fuck him.

Well, it all served
for a good purpose.

At least you managed to leave
that revolting Victor behind.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Have you seen him on that
awful program on Wednesday night?

Yeah.
I've seen it once.

I admit he's not so bad,
but it's obvious

that's as far as he's going
to get with his career.

Did you see that episode

when he caught his Dad
high on ecstasy?

Yeah, and the one where
his dad was arrested

for dancing naked
on stage at Glastonbury.

Yeah, that was funny, too.

Hey, thought you said
you only saw it once.

Well, twice.

Yeah?
Well, it's your turn.

Yeah.

Do you have
any cigarettes left?

Somewhere.

I can't find any.

Neither can I, baby.

Here. There is
a loose one.

Is this where you write
yourself messages

so you don't forget things?

Good idea.

No!

Louise, God damn it!

This is a personal thing...

of mine.

Shit, Louise.

Lou?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout.

Every time I come here,

I feel like there is
somebody else in the house.

I don't know what
happened to you.

You've never wanted to tell me.

But I can't compete
with a ghost.

I don't know, your heart
seems to be stuck somewhere.

I don't know how
to explain this.

None of this was
supposed to happen.

I don't even know
where I am sometimes.

Well, go and find out.

"By now you should know
how far down the path

of disenchantment you are".

"From this
world-wearied flesh,

eyes look your last..."

"Arms, take your last embrace,

and lips... oh you,
the doors of breath...

seal with a righteous kiss..."

"A dateless bargain
to engrossing death."

(Yes?)

Lou? Lou, I need to speak to you.

( No!)

Excuse me, I know this
is a terrible thing

to have to ask you,
but do you think

you could turn that down a wee bit?

(Vic?)

Thanks.

Lou? I've come
a long way...

Lou?

Lou?

(A long way...!)

You just live two blocks away.

No, no, no.

What I mean is
that you were right.

I thought that I was stuck,

but I know now that
I'm not stuck anymore.

I've come ever such a long way
without even realizing it.

And most of it's thanks to you.

Hang on.

Thanks.

Thank you.

- Ha!
- Aaah!

Shhhh!

(Hi, darling, it's me,
I'm still at work.)

When will you be back?

(I'll get there as soon
as I can, I promise.)

Listen, don't bother.
You never come when I need you.

What?

I want to share
something real too.

I want someone to share my life
with and you're never here.

(Sylvia, you don't understand.)

No, I do understand.
I know you think

you've got a debt to society
and I admire you for that.

But I also hate you for that.

I know when the time comes

you're gonna choose some
far-away place over me,

and I don't want to be
here when that happens.

Sylvia?

(Emma Freud)

Sylvia?

(Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen,)

(and welcome to
the 19th BAFTA Awards)

(which are given to the most
outstanding features)

in British television
over the past year.

With these awards, we're
not only placing bookmarks

on the most memorable pages
of a year's television,

but we're also paying
tribute to those faces

we most wanted to meet
and have as company

(when we switch on
our television sets,)

(either because they made us
laugh or they moved us,)

(because they made us remember)

(or simply because
they made us forget.)

Taxi!

Hello?

Fuck!

(And the winner...)

Amanda Moore for last chance.

Excuse me, miss.
Do you have an invitation?

No, I don't,

but I really need
to see someone who's in there.

I'm sorry, but I really
can't let you in

without an invitation.

It's important.

We move on now
to best comedy actor

and to present the award,
it is with great pleasure

and just a little bit of envy

that I give you
Miss Caprice Bourret.

Thank you.

(And the nominees for
best comedy actor are...)

(Eddie Bueno for Kenneway...)

Paul Johnson for
Wilded Windsors...

(Victor Bukowski for
Dad's Second Youth...)

(And last but not least,
Barry...)

- Hi.
- Hi.

Is everything alright?

Yeah. I'm sorry to drag
you out like this.

No, no, don't worry about that.

I wasn't going to win anyway.

(And the winner is...)

I need to talk to you.

Ah, Victor Bukowski
for Dad's Second Youth.

You look great.

You look great.

Tell you a secret.

What?

It's hired.

Louise, listen, I don't want
to live in the past anymore.

I know where I am now.

But I have to explain
to Sylvia.

Huh?

Um, I'm his best friend,
Freddy.

Freddy Smith.

And I'm so happy

because I've always wanted
to have a famous friend.

No, but seriously...

I, uh...

I did a stupid thing.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

Well, you thought you were
in love with somebody else

and then you found out
you weren't.

I know because I did
the same thing.

See, we both made the same...

We both did
the same stupid thing,

and if I hadn't
done it at first,

then maybe you
wouldn't have done it.

What?

Hmm, Sylvia, I hurt you.

I had an affair
and... and then I lied to you.

And then I left you
for that person

just like that.

And then the same as you.

I only realized my mistake
when I didn't have you anymore.

Vic, I don't know what
you're talking about.

But isn't it time we
stopped making mistakes?

Yes, darling, it is.

Louise isn't a mistake.

Even if I could pretend
that you never left me...

I couldn't pretend
that I don't love her.

You'd better go.

Yeah.

Good luck.

Also... thanks.

I'd also like to thank...
the people...

It doesn't matter, Vic Bukowski!

Vic Bukowski!

Miss?
Miss, wait a second!

I think you'd better take this.

It's a bit frayed,
but it's better than nothing.

But you?

No worries.
I've got my hat.

Thanks.

Translation and subtitles by
PEPPER & LALASPAIN
*** SONG LIVES FOR EVER ***