Original subtitles

(vocalist) ♪ Tu-bi, Tubi ♪♪

(soft, eerie music)

♪

(soft thudding)

(vocalizing)

(inaudible shouting)

♪

(soft, eerie piano music)

♪

(Iris) Here you go, Ms. Carla.

Just finished stitching the flowers on him.

♪

Iris, he's beautiful.

(Carla chuckles)

Oh, your mom swore that you would never

be caught dead doing this, but you clearly...

♪

You have a gift.

♪

Thanks.

(sighs)

♪

I keep expecting your mom to walk around that corner.

Just strange that she's gone.

(eerie music)

You know, Sheryl did the most beautiful arrangement

on our dog, Benny,

and she said that if the dead have something left to say,

they leave a calla lily turned inward,

and we found one all curled up inside his casket

the morning that we picked him up.

- And I... - Post-mortem moisture

can also make a petal warp.

(chuckles awkwardly)

Oh, well, I'm guessing that you are not a believer.

(sighs)

I'm agnostic.

Besides, she had enough beliefs for the both of us.

(inhales)

A rule for everything.

Animals, but not humans.

Can't ask the dead to come back.

Can only make space for them to say goodbye.

All her talk of inverted lilies and spiritual signs...

♪

Then she died.

Just like everybody else.

(music intensifies)

No signs, no messages.

♪

Just

gone.

♪

Your mom was good at helping people find closure.

I'm so sorry.

So sorry for your loss, Iris.

Thank you.

(footsteps)

(soft music)

♪

(soft rumbling)

♪

(soft, sparse music)

♪

(clicking)

(jazz music)

♪

(female vocalist) ♪ The gates to my heaven are no lofty place ♪

♪

♪ No gold or gilt or silver shine ♪

♪

♪ Just two hinges and some peeling paint ♪

♪

♪ That's where we live ♪

(Iris) There is no life after death, Mom.

(Sheryl) Don't you bring what they taught you out there in here!

- We are not the same! - Your heart stops when you die.

You just die.

You don't think I'd give you a sign?

(Iris) Why would I wait on you giving me a sign

when we don't talk now?

(Sheryl) So disappointed in you.

(inhaling)

This is your fault!

(indistinct lyrics)

Never ask the dead to come back.

(indistinct lyrics)

♪

But the dead speak through flowers, right, Mom?

♪

Well, it's time to speak up.

(somber piano music)

♪

(sniffles)

Now would be a really good time to show me a sign, Mom.

(sighs)

Really?

You gonna let our fight be the last conversation

we have between us?

Shit.

(sniffles)

Come on, Mom.

Prove that you're here.

Or... or was it all just bullshit?

(distorted sound)

(record hissing and popping)

(object clatters)

(soft, eerie music)

♪

♪

(object clatters)

♪

(soft scratching)

♪

(squelching sounds)

(heartbeat)

(eerie music flourish)

♪

(music intensifies)

♪

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

(whimpering)

(panting)

(Sheryl) Iris.

♪

(Iris sniffling)

♪

(soft music)

♪

Mom?

♪

(laughing)

♪

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry we fought.

(weeping)

I'm s...

♪

(eerie music)

Mom.

(cracking)

Mom.

♪

(cracking)

Mom.

♪

(grunting)

♪

(whimpering)

♪

Mom!

♪

(whimpering)

Mom...

(weeping)

(grunting)

♪

(grunting)

♪

(female vocalist) ♪ The gates to my heaven are no lofty place ♪

♪ No gold or gilt or silver shine ♪

♪ And I'm so glad that you made it ♪

♪ I'm so glad that you made it into my kind of heaven ♪

♪ Into my kind of heaven ♪♪

(loud thud)