Original subtitles

Advertise your product or brand here contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

#BOOK OF EVE#

Happy Birthday!

Are you Eva Smallwood?

Yeah. I�m afraid I am.

Thank you. - Hey, pretty lady I got somethin� to say!

Somebody said it was your birthday. Sixty five � lookin� so fine.

It�s a wonderful day it�s a wonderful time! It�s your birthday! It�s your birthday!

Sixty-five is sexy Extra love and kisses,

love May From your friend.

Yeah, I thought so. - Good-bye.

Eva!

Evie. Evie, you are so much fun.

May. Now I�m old.

Not old. Landlocked. No �

horizons!

Eva!

Eva!

She finally decided to feed me.

The humidity�s high. My body aches.

Especially my fingers. - Quite chilly outside.

May sent this from Florida.

It�s quite amusing.. with a basket

Still picking up under-age beach boys? - It was a nice gesture.

By the way. That new coat you bought also counts as your Christmas present.

Wouldn�t want you to freeze.

Thank you, I bought it on sale.

Still a fortune.

It�s hard. It's hard as rock.

Forty years. You still don�t know hard from soft.

What a waste.

Yes it is.

Damn waste.

More cocoa!! Hot this time!

Stop!

Careful! My radio!

Where do you want to go? Madame.

Where do you want to go. - I don�t know. Just go!

You don�t know �.Tabernac, bon�uh�

Madame?

Just go!

So now we go left. No, no, no! Straight on!

You people from uptown, you don�t even know where you�re going.

I have to know for me and I have to know for you.

That�s why you people should pay more.

Straight. No. Right. Go right.

Stop!

What is wrong witchoo? You crazy woman?

Omigod! - You risk my life for a stupid cat?

Get a blanket. - Get a blanket? I�m a driver not a doctor.

I don�t know! Get 911 quick! - Why don�t we call the priest, too?

Don�t you care? - You gonna see how much I care when you pay my fare.

Fourteen dollars. Plus the tip!

Get out of my way!

Le chat! L�argent!

L�argent. - Shut-up! - Yeah, yeah. - Here. Go to hell!

C�est ca. Thank you.

Son of a bitch.

Yep. - You have a � a room. For rent. - No.

But the sign says � - It�s a flat� in the basement. You wouldn�t like it here.

I might. Can I see it?

Okay.

Ammonia. Tortures the germs.

Slippery! Careful. My son. Dennis. - Ma�am.

It's the back entrance? - Jammed shut for years. You have to use the front entrance.

What�s your name, love?

Eva S�. Eva Smartt� with two T�s.

Extra smart, eh? - That�s it.

Quiet. Like a morgue.

How much are you asking? - Three-fifty. Gas and light included.

Fully furnished. - Could I take it for a week?

No, no, I rent by the month, love.

Okay.

I don�t take cheques. Especially from the government.

Fifty dollars in cash deposit?

You�re all set.

I tell you one thing, that woman always had a wild streak to her, eh?

Come on now, please. Mom? Who are we talking about here?

Wish she�d saved some of it for me.

I don�t understand.

I mean you two have always been so great together. A model of stability.

Well Neil, sometimes you have to look under the rug to find the dirt.

And what does that mean?

Your mother had an affair with the head of her faculty. - I don�t believe you.

A married man. Some forty odd years ago.

She doesn�t know I know. - Dad! - What?

That was before your time! - So what�s the difference?

Never could tell what was going on in her mind.

Nobody just leaves like that. Not at her age.

Something must have happened! - Nothing in particular.

We should call the police. - No, let her go.

She just walked out of here without a word. No plan. Nothing.

How can you be so calm? - She hasn�t had to fend for herself since she quit teaching.

Don�t worry, she�ll be back. - Yeah, you�re probably right.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

I�m � I�m having trouble with my card.

I need to withdraw some cash. - Mrs. Smallwood. - Yes.

You probably don�t remember me. I was in your tenth grade history class.

Your last year of teaching. Martin Elkins.

Martin.

I was always arguing with you about capitalism.

Now you�re a bank teller. - Manager, actually.

Mrs. Smallwood, it seems your account was closed this morning.

That�s not possible. There were, there was almost ten thousand dollars.

Is it a joint account? - Yes.

you need.. you need two signatures to close it.

Not if the other person�s the principal account holder.

And an accountant. - I�m sorry? - I must�ve transferred the funds.

Having a senior moment, as my granddaughter would say.

Mrs. Smallwood, look. If I can be of any help at all, you can just�

Thank you.

Excuse me. Excuse me, I�

We�re closed. - Please. I�ll just be a minute.

Let her in. Let her in - Thanks. Thank you.

There. So. What can I do for you?

I � I have this cheque I must cash.

Five percent. - It�s.. it�s a government cheque.

I.D.? - Yes. Of course.

You got anything else? - I am sixty-five years old. I grew up in the suburbs.

I wouldn�t know how to forge an ID to save my life! - It�ll do. It�ll do.

I uh � I wonder would it be possible for me to pick up my mail here?

This is a pawn shop! - It would be my pension cheque, I always cash it with you.

I�ll need my commission up front.

Done. Thanks.

Please, Brian Just tell me what it is that I have done!

Nothing! - Then why are you being so emotional?

It was just a silly game of chess! - You�re telling me how I�m supposed to feel?

The way to act? Love me for who I am. And don�t try to change me. Jesus!

I�m not trying to change you, Brian.

Isn�t that what being in a relationship is all about?

Anyway, I�ve never seen anyone so careless with his queen.

You don�t see it, do you? I mean, who throws his chessboard across the room?

I am so outta here!

Brian.

I, um.. dropped my eggs. - Chicken shit. What a mess!

Hey! Cut it out in there!

She is a sweet lady, you know. But she has to manage this place by herself.

Dennis! Get the mop!

The man thinks he�s Tom Jones.

If only oooo ba ba ba boom!

Hey! Down there! Excuse me! - Yeah.

Can you just show my � my Jean-Paul up he � he doesn�t hear very well.

Come along, sweetheart.

Anwer the phone! - You answer the phone. My hands are dirty.

I�m in the bathroom - Yeah, doin� what?

You have reached the Smallwood residence.

At the sound of the tone, please leave your message.

Yeah. No. I�m sorry but you panicked.

That�s why you should only do things through me.

Neil, it�s Mom. I want you to know I�m all right. Not dead yet or anything.

I�ll call you again � on � on Friday? Bye.

Kim, Kim, Kim. So. What�s going on?

What do you mean? - Kevin!

Turn down the music and get down here!

Look. Why didn�t anyone answer the damn phone?

I was upstairs painting and my hands were full of �.

Painting, painting! You�re always painting! What about your school work?

In a family crisis �. Stay near the damn phone.

Maybe I should get one glued to my head like you.

I was in the toilet so �. - Jerkin� off. - Bitch! - Asshole!

I told you not to use that kind of language in this house.

Come on. Dad. Is that what�s really important here?

What�s important is that your grandmother is out there somewhere �

Confused, scared and alone.

What to say.

Well � I�ve no urge to apologize to Neil or Burt.

I suppose I owe them some kind of an explanation.

I left �

not because I was his slave.

Or the dullness of our life.

Not like you to leave without a note.

There was nothing more to say.

The silent treatment. - Guilty.

Guilty for not telling you, not for leaving you.

Why did we stay together all that time. Was it habit?

Or cowardice. - There is such a thing as a wife�s duty.

And I think you�re an ungrateful bitch. - Forgive him.

And cold. Couldn�t pry your legs apart with a crowbar.

Probably wasn�t the best way to try.

I would be grateful for some advice on what to do with my freedom..

now I�ve taken it.

Bonjour! - Bonjour!

Comment? a va? - Comment? a va?

I thought it was supposed to be quiet here.

Supposed to be quiet here.

What would you do with him?

I say: go home, castrate him.. let the squirrels hide his nuts.

May. - I mean Burt � not Bimbo Boy.

You don�t have to be so crude.

Evie, you are so wonderfully comme-il-faut.

Well, you used to be the same once.

I was quite proper when I was teaching.

Then union work scared it out of me.

Teaching.. just giving, giving, giving.

Well, marriage isn�t so different.

That�s why I only have affairs now. - I�m not looking for sex.

I know. You�re looking for you �

fulfillment, happiness all that shit. - Wish I could find a job.

Evie! That is pathetic. Get that son of a bitch to send you some money!

Dream, relax. Have fun.

I miss you May. - Miss you, May.

Shut up. - Shut up

I�m sorry.

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

We have scores of new graduates just aching for their first teaching job.

At half the salary - And half my age.

Even if I had a Ph.D? - No difference.

What ever became of the the value of experience?

It comes with an expiration date.

But perhaps if you wanted, you could do some work

with some of the youngsters in the Sun Youth program.

I need to be paid. - Look, I�m not gonna lie to you.

Yes, yes I know. Many thanks for your time.

That dress is too damn small.

Yes? What can I do for you?

I saw the sign in the window that �

You are going to scare everyone away, uh?

Sweetie, I�m looking for someone who blends in, you know?

Yes, of course.

God Almighty. Is that blood?

Yes, E Plante. It is.

It�s Mr. Brancusi.

Hey, hey, hey! - Dennis!

He was a good man. But I think he drank too much.

Mr. Brancusi. - He tried to kill himself.

No, no I � I just think he�s hurt.

I hate failures. - Dennis! Come back with the ammonia!

Don�t! Don�t get up! You might have hurt your back!

I�m Mrs. Smartt. Your neighbour.

How do you do?

You are a very good woman. Will you marry me?

You�re crazy.

Johnny. Come on, I�ll help you.

Come on! I�ll get you up to your own apartment. you can puke in your apartment

I�m having a very stimulating conversation �. - Yes, yes�

Look, Mum. Listen to me, will you?

Look, I want you to know how much this is hurting Dad.

Yes his pride! Well, it�s a worry for me too, if that matters.

And the kids are upset. Especially Kim. Very upset!

Neil, is tomorrow all right? - Okay.

Say lunch time. Wha, you want me to pick you up?

No, no, no. I�ll meet you.

Yes, yes I know where it is.

You look nice. - Thank you.

Sherbrooke Street.

And you�ve lost weight.

I walk every day. - Good for you. And your hair?

Rollers I found. Isn�t it amazing what people throw away?

I just want you to know that I entirely understand your choice.

Well, thank you for understanding.

In fact, Dad feels the same way and �

he wants to give you half the house. Half his portfolio.

Half of everything. - I couldn�t take that. I�m... I�m the one who left!

He really wants to. And he forgives you�.

and he hopes you�ll forgive him

I do. I do forgive him.

Mum.

Here�s your extra butter. - Thank you.

I think we�ll need some more bread. Thank you.

Yeah, right. Okay.

Sorry. It couldn�t wait. I guess I didn�t really have time for lunch.

Okay, Mum.

Let�s get down to it.

Look. Dad knows he�s been a burden � but honestly,

I don�t understand. How could you do this to him? Think of the anxiety. Now..

I did get him to promise that nothing whatsoever will be said..

when you come back. Not a word.

You go on down to New York, see some theatre and museums. Or Florida.

Isn�t your friend May there? Have a little holiday. A couple of weeks � the ocean,

the sun and you won�t know yourself. Dad said last night he�d pay the shot.

I�m not going to New York. I�m not going to Florida.

I�m not going back to your father ever.

So if that�s all you have to suggest, you might as well go back to your office.

How can you survive on that pathetic pension?

I � I suppose your father will probably do what�s fair.

Fair? You know the only way he�ll give you alimony is if you launch a stiff law suit.

I�m not going to sue your father for anything.

You might get me my warm boots from the house in the meantime.

Mum, I�ve talked this thing over with Rosemary.

She thinks you�re having some kind of breakdown.

Please. I don�t give a damn what Rosemary thinks

I�m sorry. I know you mean well.

Thank you. - All right. Where should I deliver your boots?

Very clever. I�ll call you.

Mum. Just tell me where you�re staying. This isn�t reasonable.

Your taxi has arrived, sir. - Thanks. - Thank you.

Mother. Listen. Take this.

I don�t want it. - You have to take it! - No!

Just get me my boots.

Keep it. People always change their minds the next day.

How much? - It�s not the Hope diamond.

Five hundred. - Fine.

What? You�re not going to bargain with me?

You seem a respectable, honest man. Why should I waste your time

when I know you�re going to give me what it�s worth.

Six hundred.

Did someone teach you how to do that?

I don�t know what you�re talking about.

Did you fix the brakes? - Yeah. The brakes, back and front.

She's a beauty.

Poor dear. Can I pour you a cup of tea?

Lucky that rain didn�t turn into snow, eh?

Thank you. Thank you. Excuse me.

Shit.

It�s kind of late. - Good evening, Madame Plenty. - Plante.

Yes. Pardon to disturb you.

Our new neighbour. She�s still living downstairs.

I wouldn�t know. I respect my tenants� privacy. - of course you do, lovely lady.

She pays her rent on the dot, that�s all I know.

Yes, it�s in the mail, Madame Plenty. It�s in the mail.

It better be � in the mail.

Goin� out? No. Laundromat.

So you decided to come back?

I I just came for the rest of my things.

Well. Well, what are you waiting for?

Who is it? Johnny. - Johnny Brancusi. From upstairs.

I never see you out.

Poor lady, you don�t look well! I am very worried.

Thank you, I�m fine. - Perhaps I can help. - No. No thanks.

I brought you a gift. To make up for the mess I made in your stairs.

I tried coming by earlier but you�re never there or you never answer.

Please, take this. I wish you well.

Thank you.

I decided I should make you dinner.

You must eat to get healthy.

I brought a special pan for omelettes.

Two eggs? Or three.

I don�t know. - Three it is!

This is a good stove.

Upstairs I just have one hotplate and a midget fridge.

I have to use the windowsill.

I love to eat! Here, good black olives. Try some.

You changed your hair it looks very good.

You like mushrooms? Good.

We must celebrate that you�re not dead. Me neither, God bless.

We already have wine. - No, that is a present for you.

It�s a waste. - Not a waste. This is much better with omelette.

Don�t be such a Puritan.

I gather you�re not a Puritan.

Romanian � from Bucharest.

I have a decent job in a factory.

I make school bags, suitcases, things like that.

My boss is a bastard but he pays me enough to eat well.

Get drunk. And entertain a nice lady from time to time.

Sounds like a good life.

That�s good.

It�s getting late. I think I should start clearing up.

No, no. You leave that. Rest.

Goethe. Great renaissance man. Though I never agreed with him when he said

the art best of all is to limit yourself and be alone.

He may be right. - Very wrong.

Have lots of things and be close to someone. That is art... the art of life.

Though what he says about women � we have the same opinion. - You do?

Yes. He says woman is man�s energizer�the source of all creative life.

Must be the Romanian translation.

Dearest May � - What are you doing? - This may come as a surprise but �

No, please. Please don�t read that, it�s private. - I was just teasing.

No, I know you were but I �. thank you for the dinner.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you again. - Yes. It was a good evening.

Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Evening. - Evening.

Kinda chilly.

You know you can�t will someone to come back.

I seem to have no problem chasing them away.

Yeah, it�s easier to do.

Eternal Womanhead Leads us on high!

Here�s to Eternal Womanhead. Good-bye Neil. Good-bye Burt.

Thanks for everything.

Go back in, you idiot. Not you. Me!

Come on, sweetheart.

What a beautiful cat. Yes!

Do you know what onomatopoeia is?

That�s very good. But you�ve got to learn to do your business.

Did we do that to you? I�m going to make it all better.

Yes I am.

Okay, okay. If you can go out, you want to go out.

Well, then � go.

I thought your roommate might be hungry.

Smart, eh? - You? No. Sneaky and presumptuous.

I would like to apologize for being so forward the other night.

I was just going out to get him some sardines. - What a coincidence!

It�s much too late for pretty ladies to be out on the street alone.

Great! I�m starving.

Liszt. The greatest composer that ever lived.

You think so? All that heroic posturing.

Yes, heroic. Grandeur. He�s not afraid of grandeur.

Only petty bourgeois people are afraid of grandeur. It embarrasses them.

That's why you like Tom Jones?

Tom Jones is for the every man.

A courageous miner who sung about man�s passions.

I thought he sang about his hairy chest.

You joke, but if I had a piano, I would show you the power of his compositions.

You play the piano? - When I had one. And not half-badly

if I do say so myself. Why you laugh? - You amuse me.

Now you look like a different woman. Pretty as a rose. Johnny is a great chef, right?

You are a chef d�oeuvre, Johnny.

And you are like a bird With your bright eyes filled with laughter.

Delicate like a bird, too. You have lovely skin.

Fat woman�s skin. A woman should always have

four inches of good fat on her everywhere.

Poor feet. Worn to the bone.

They�re fine. I just need new shoes.

The way to the soul is through the sole.

You must be good to your feet to be good to yourself.

I I think we should call it a night.

You�re not enjoying yourself. - I�m enjoying myself.

Honour me, by letting me buy you new shoes tomorrow.

No, thank you. - That is a pretty good offer. Perhaps you should ask your feet.

My feet say no. N � O. No.

You are a proud woman. Too proud.

Goodnight, Johnny.

Goodnight.

Hello!

What are you doing here? - I decided to take the day off to drive you around.

I don�t need a driver. I get my exercise walking.

Man shoes, no? - Practical.

Very what�s the word? Butch!

Okay. So you got up on the wrong side of the couch this morning.

So� you want to be Doctor of Art History?

So long as I pass my entrance exam � and if my feet make it there.

You know, I spent five years at the University of Bucharest.

And now I make school bags for little kids.

You make it sound almost poetic. - maybe for you.

No! No, no, no! No, - it�s okay, I�m gonna clean your window.

Don�t you understand? I said no! - Come on, it�s okay.

Johnny! Hey! Get away from there Get away from there.

Grandma? - Robbie, it�s my grandmother!

Gran!

Sweetheart! Get in the back.

Fuck off! Let�s go! Let�s go.

You sleep here? - Nah I share another space with four friends. It�s old store actually.

Beer? Lemonade or mineral water, Gran. - Lemonade.

I come here to paint �. y�know, meet friends?

It looks kinda funky. - Thank you.

Your Dad must be worried about you.

I wrote them a long letter explaining everything but I mean,

for Dad besides money and status.. what�s right? The sad thing is, you know,

I think sometimes he actually stops and wonders �Could I be wrong?�

Mom never thinks about that kind of stuff, I mean, she can handle divorce

and legal separation but not what you�re feeling.

No, she�s probably better at settling litigation. - Not at home!

You just � I don�t know, you just look so different, Gran.

Aren�t you like, sorta wondering who you are now?

First time I�ve felt myself for quite a while.

You sound like my new age books.

Does it say that leaving home isn�t the only answer?

No. They�re � they�re more about getting in touch with your higher self, you know?

That kinda thing.

Kim. Kim. Let�s go.

I gotta go. Okay? I gotta get back to work. Hang on a minute, okay?

Okay.

Well, I hope we�ll run into each other again.

Well, that�s usually my corner so �.

You won�t tell them where I am, will you Gran? - No.

Here. It�s for you.

Thank you.

Johnny! Johnny, the pipes have burst and the Plantes don�t answer!

They are gone to the hospital. Dennis didn�t feel well. Don�t worry, I will come.

Johnny! There�s one � there�s one down there!

Do you know where Madame Plenty keep the mop?

There.

Hey! Let me out! Let me out!

Why did you do that? Why did you lock me in?

I didn�t do anything, Johnny.

Johnny!

Johnny.

Vodka takes away the nightmare.

I�m sorry I lost my head.

My God, Johnny. What happened?

When I left Romania, I went to Turkey. I boarded a cargo ship.

I hid in a container. We were at sea for nine days.

After a while, the air ran out.

I started to suffocate. I thought I was going to die.

Then I punched a hole with a steel rod.

I could breathe. But it was very dark.

I thought I was going crazy. - How terrible.

Life was worse in Romania.

I fought Ceaucescu. I fought Iliescu.

They put me in prison with chains here and here.

You like me, eh?

You like my body, too. Yes, I know you do.

Well, I have to say � he drinks too much.

And I join in.

which is why I�m a bit afraid of letting this go further.

Not that it wasn�t.. very enjoyable.

Stop it.

No! Go on! Torture me!

You don�t own me.

The guile. The impudence.

You actually let him!

I certainly did.

Then you have committed �. - Fornication?

Adultery!

Guilty. - What now?

Does it occur to you your rightful place is back home?

No, frankly it doesn�t.

It�s sordid. A woman of your age.

He said I�m beautiful for loving.

Was he sober? - No, of course not.

Well then! - Do shut up!

Evening.

Hi.

You�ve been gone a long time.

It�s not about last night.

You don�t regret � - No, I don�t regret it.

Good! Because it�s no big thing!

Here, for your picking.

I can�t. - Please, take it. I made it myself.

It�s sweet of you. - Perhaps you are hungry. Maybe I can cook for you.

No. No, to tell you the truth, I think I should be studying.

Well, knock if you change your mind.

I will. Goodnight.

Goodnight. - Johnny.

I left something for you too. It�s outside your door. - I love it!

You don�t even know what it is. - It doesn�t matter!

Gran, I don�t give a shit about school, okay?

I�m not going to get straight A�s and then earn a degree

from some Ivy League brain dump. That�s Kevin�s gig.

It�s just � being on the streets like that. Things happen.

I don�t believe you. Of all people, coming down on me.

I�m concerned. - Well, don�t be. Okay? I�ll be an entrepreneur.

Start hundreds of squeegee corners, take a commission, go international!

You sound like your Dad.

I�m just yankin� your chain, Gran. You know money has no meaning for me.

I was thinkin� of being a street artist.

You�re sixteen.

We�re all the same age inside, Gran.

Here. I found this. I think you might like it.

Omigod, it�s amazing!

Thanks!

You don�t have to worry about me, Gran.

Forgive me!

Eva, you have a sixth sense! For the first time in months,

I don�t have a single strike on my hands. All the teachers teach.

I was thinking, I need to see your

gorgeous face.. wham! You call. - I just wanted to touch base.

How about a touch of genius? Like May flying in to see you?

Yes, but I �. - No ifs or buts or ands �. pull out the sofa.

I sleep on the sofa. - No problem, sweetie.

Ginny, call Bruce later. Weekends off, I�m sick.

Eva, I�m running all the way.

She is your best friend and you don�t even know what she likes to eat?

Spicy. She likes spicy, - Good. I like spicy girls.

For her? I will cook my great Romanian noodle pork casserole.

You buy pork. This.

Shoulder. - Yes. Cheaper. More taste.

I will buy the noodles. I know the best place. We will need fennel seed,

cumin, paprika

and most important.. peppercorn �

green � from Madascar. - Regular won�t do.

You ask this to world famous chef?

Okay, Bucharest famous.

My contribution. - No.

My boys.

They are big now. I haven�t seen them for seven years.

What a pity. It's your wife?

Yes. She has a better life now.

I�m sure May will be most

She won�t be able to resist my casserole� or me!

Very interesting. - Nice, isn�t it? It�s a classic.

Especially since it�s a fake.

What are you talking about? I wouldn�t do that to you!

My husband bought it in Paris as an anniversary present.

Well, he must�ve passed through Hong Kong.

That�s impossible. - Well, take a look.

It looks real. - But it is still a fake.

So it�s worth nothing.

Sentimental value. - The bracelet�s good.

How much is that worth? - Fifty dollars?

I�ll take it. - Get the money, Sam.

Thank you.

These were supposed to be pearls.

Anderson street downtown.

May. My dear, dear friend.

You look like � you just look like I imagined you �

Great! Don�t bullshit a bullshitter.

And that Florida bleach suits you.

And you�re looking thin. Not enough fine dining.

Au contraire. I have a culinary secret for you.

This place implies a mid-life crisis � twenty years late?

In the best possible sense �. Forty?

Don�t you dare!

It�s eclectic.

Possibly.

All right, where is he? - Who?

Your culinary secret? - How do you know it�s a man?

What else could possibly pull you out of that � - Me.

I may need a drink before we go any further.

I�ll join you. - Tequila. Good idea.

If you had a twist of lemon. - Sure, I have everything.

I have lemon. I have green peppercorns from Madagascar.

Well?

To us! - To us!

Well Johnny thanks for your sweater. Not for much else.

Vomits on the floor one minute. Disappears the next.

Not a note � nothing.

Not even a good-bye fart.

Fuck him.

Well. We�re never gonna find out

about his famous noodle casserole.

What about his own personal noodle? How was that?

Slavik.

Is that good or bad?

Remember your Mother telling us that a girl

looked recognizably different the morning after?

Burt wasn�t such a bad lover. Well. Not at first.

And then what did he do for you.. that you couldn�t have taken care of yourself?

It�s the new milennium, honey. It�s like piano.

Fingering. Practice makes perfect.

Yeah, I guess I�m out of practice.

It�s not you. Don�t you dare fall into that trap.

Listen to you. Never without a man on your arm.

Tell me about it. You know? Since the split,

I have never spent one Christmas or holiday with a man?

They�re always with their families. I�d have been better off playing the field.

Being alone can be tough too.

Alone is okay. Lonely isn�t.

One plus one sometimes equals zero.

No wonder you flunked at maths.

Just remember, they�re descendants of apes.

I�m really, really proud of you.

Would you like a coffee?

It�s too late for coffee and I don�t want to talk to you.

Five minutes. I just need five minutes to tell you something important.

My God. Were you hit by a bus?

Look, Eva. About the other night. I feel terrible.

Well, don�t. We had a great dinner without you.

I didn�t want your friend to see me like this.

Drunk? - Not this time.

Why don�t you try this? - Careful, my nose is broke.

Okay. What happened?

I had a difference of opinion with my boss. - And he hit you?

My boss is a racist. A real �tabernaco�. - That�s racist, Johnny.

He hires immigrants, treats them like slaves and roasts in the sun all winter.

Why�d he fire you?

Because of you. - Me?

The night of the party. He asked me to work overtime. I told him I couldn�t.

I already have plans. But he doesn�t care. He tells me not to come back.

I was so mad, I drive like a fool and bam.

I smash my car into a pole. And my face.

The car is getting fixed in the shop. It�s not too bad.

But my face? The doctor says two weeks. Maybe one.

I�m sorry. - It�s not your fault. I acted like a fool.

I think you can get another job.

Couldn�t you do something different?

A white collar job? - Yeah. - They are like prisons.

Someone tells you what to believe. How long to cut your hair. How to act.

I know what you think. Forty eight years, two empty hands? Just a bum.

I suppose you could apologize.

I�d rather die than apologize to that tabernaco bastard!

Johnny, what do you care?

I care. I care about you.

No, Johnny. What happened the other night can�t happen again.

Eva. Don�t be so English.

I mean it in a good way, of course.

Excuse me. - Yeah.

I saw how fast you wrote the exam. You must�ve been really prepared.

I thought it was very difficult. - I�m sure you�ll be all right.

My great aunt � she went back to school after she had six kids

and got herself a law degree! - Isn�t that nice.

I�m sure a Ph.D�s gonna get you an important job.

I�m not expecting an important job, it�s just unfinished business. Bye.

Wicked.

You could not wait until the car is fixed? - No!

This is my punishment.

You�d feel stronger with a good pork noodle casserole.

You are a cruel woman.

This is heavy. - Let me help. Let me help you.

No. Be careful, be careful! It�s bad enough I have a bruised nose,

we don�t want to make things worse. - No, of course not.

I can think of a more deserving recipient.

Can�t you?. A husband, perhaps?

I�ve been separated since last fall. - I knew there was someone.

Maybe he was unfaithful. - It would�ve made it easier.

I can�t remember if Mutt was the tall one � or Jeff.

I can�t remember. I think Mutt must be the small one.

I think I�m Mutt.

�I no longer wait for tomorrow. I wait for you. �

Stubborn thing!

Why don�t you forget it? That door is almost a hundred years old.

I will fix it to work if it takes me another hundred years.

Here, come hold this end. - Wait a minute. I�m rubbing her belly.

How about if I rub your belly? - I�m working.

We make a good couple. - We are not living together.

I know, you want to be independent. Be your own boss.

In fact, you are a very bossy woman. - Think so?

Thinking all the time is very bad for a woman.

I need something stronger.

Tequila?

Bronze cleaner. What did I tell you?

Madame Plenty, she has everything.

Eva. �I no longer wait for tomorrow, I wait for you.

I no longer wait for the end of the world, I wait for you.�

Why you underline this?

Because he�s my favourite Quebec poet.

My God!

Eva! Now you have a nice private door!

Johnny. I think it�s a Chiparus. - It�s what?

I think it�s by a famous sculptor. Dimitri Chiparus.

Columbian. - No, silly. Romanian, like you. Dimitri.

Dimitri Chiparu. Why didn�t you say so?

Chiparu, he must be a friend of my cousin Constantin. - Who?

Constantin Brancusi. Brancusi. - The Brancusi? - Yes.

Though I never like his art very much. I never tell him this to his face.

Then he move away to Paris, died and left his fortune to a museum.

So you come from a family of artists. - Only that cheap bastard.

Hey! Hey! - I left the door open.

Don�t worry. He won�t run away.

Well, good riddance to him.

I will paint the door a nice blue.

I think it would look better white. - Okay, boss.

I�m not sure Golde is going to like this.

When she gets back, she�ll rearrange the whole thing.

As long as you keep the ballerina front and center. That�s our deal.

Don�t forget to mention the signature and the intricate bronze work.

You�re a kind of know-it-all, aren�t you?

He likes? - He likes.

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

Relax, stress is bad for the heart.

Shish taouk. It�s good for you.

You sound dreadful. - I�m better than I was. Honestly.

I�m happy to see you. - You forgot my onion.

Thank you.

For you.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Throw it at your neighbour�s house. It�s an old Persian remedy:

to cure a cold, you throw an onion at your neighbour�s house. He will get the cold.

Right. - Have you called your father? - No! Why, have you?

No! - Your grandmother is very discreet. She�s not even telling you

how she wrote the big university exam. She�s going for her Ph.D.

My doctor! - For real? - We�ll see.

What do you mean? For sure!

I bet you have your grandma�s brains. - I hope so.

It would be a shame to waste them. - I�m not.

You haven�t even finished high school. - Johnny.

What is this? Some kind of setup? - No, of course not.

Eva, don�t pretend things are okay.

Let it be. - No. You�re scared life away, having sex with freaks,

maybe even afraid she will she�s wasting her end up like you.

Don�t talk to her like that! - It�s okay, Kim.

You spoiled brat! Never been in a war. Always had food on the table.

You should grow up and go home! - I don�t have to sit here and listen to this.

Maybe that�s the problem. You don�t listen. - Gran, you just gonna sit there

and let your hairy Terminator talk to me like this?

Do you agree with him? - No.

No, not completely.

I thought you were on my side.

Here! Hope your trick works, Fuckface!

Good day for washing, eh? - Couldn�t be better.

It�s the other way around.

Does this get me off the hook? - No.

My God. You�ve got big feet.

And I put my big foot in my mouth. Forgive me.

Here.

You poor thing.

Hi. I think� I think we�ve had a little accident.

He�s five years old, he�s not even toilet-trained yet.

He�s useless!

They�re not completely dry but at least they�re clean!

I didn�t have time to do the wash yesterday cause I had to spend like,

half the day waiting in line for that stupid government cheque!

You can�t find a job. - No. But I get by.

Okay, give them to me. I�ll put � I�ll change him. - Sure.

I know I should�ve done it maybe last night but the thing is that �

a girl�s gotta have a little bit of fun, right?

Besides, how else am I gonna meet a man?

You know? What I really wanted was a girl.

That�s why I didn�t do anything, you know what I mean?

I could�ve sworn he was gonna be a girl.

Look i have bought everything.

That�s cute. - I�m still crazy to get a girl.

Sons aren�t so bad, either.

Sons grow up to be like their fathers.

May I, as a grandmother, make a suggestion?

Couldn�t you take him to see a specialist?

I mean, maybe something can be done for his hearing.

A specialist? On welfare?

You take him to a clinic or � a child�s hospital.

I used to know a good ear doctor, I wonder if he�s still..

He�s fine. Okay?

Okay.

I see that Johnny is taking his sick leave to help you around your house?

Yeah, he likes to do repairs for the Plante�s while Denis isn�t well.

Yeah. You mean he does it for you? Must be quite a romance.

I�m past the time for romance. - Well, not Johnny.

He�s quite a Romeo you know.

He even tried to get funny with me once.

Plus, you must�ve heard about that awful fight

that he got into because of that waitress?

Her boyfriend beat him up real bad.

Smashed his car with a baseball bat?

That�ll slow him down for a while.

Hey! What's the matter?

I�m celebrating getting my old job back.

I listened to your advice and apologized to my boss.

Did you give this treatment to your waitress? - What waitress?

Johnny. The one whose boyfriend broke your nose.

Tell me more about the automobile crash.

So it�s all true. - Don�t get so sore.

I haven�t seen her in two weeks.

So let�s forget about it.

Simple as that? You come down here all the time?

Every spare moment. Talk about our living together in Eden

and all the time you�ve been screwing some waitress?

Get out of here and don�t try coming back.

I want you to understand something.

She was just a young girl of twenty.

And what am I? An old guy with a funny accent.

No money. No home. But she thought I was handsome.

She has a good-looking boyfriend who works in a nightclub.

A doorman with big muscles, but she wanted me.

I felt young again. Flattered.

But then I met you and started feeling very lonely with her.

We had nothing to talk about. So I left her.

That�s about the time her boyfriend found out about it

and smashed my face in.

With you, my heart feels warm.

I don�t mind growing old.

I want to live with you.

Get out.

Excuse me! Excuse me! Do you recognize me?

Yeah. Kim�s granny. - Yes. Where is she?

I don�t know. I haven�t seen her for days.

Sh-she took off. - Where? - I don�t� know.

I couldn�t tell you on the phone. It�s Kim. I saw her a few times.

Mum. It�s okay. She came home. - Thank God.

Well, she did have very bad bronchitis.

I wanted to tell you but �. - No. I understand.

I mean if Kim can�t trust you, who�s she going to talk to?

I guess you�re right. So she�s okay.

She�s doing much better.

Thank you for what you did. - I didn�t do a thing.

No, I mean it. Without you, she wouldn�t be back.

You do know she thinks the world of you.

But then there�s Dad. No. I have I hafta tell you.

He�s finally getting along better. - Is he?

Are you all right?

No. Yes, I mean everything�s fine, Neil. Everything.

Its just that I don�t seem to be the kind of woman I admire.

What do you mean? - Just that.

You know, I can honestly say I�ve admired you more than ever

since you�ve been on your own.

You know?

You�ve made me feel different about a lot of things.

It wasn�t easy. - You thought of going back?

No! I couldn�t go back to your father. That kind of virtue is quite beyond me.

I better go.

Can I give you a lift?

No. I�m fine on my own.

Why do I even ask? - It�s still nice that you do.

I will keep in touch. Really I will.

Neil.

Stevie, baby. Talk to me, Steve.

He�s been so depressed lately. - Yes.

Come in.

Gran?

Hi.

So this is all your stuff! - It�s my new life.

All the bits and pieces nobody else wants.

Well? - Well?

You ever think about death, Gran?

Yeah, sometimes. - I think about it all the time.

I mean not� not in a bad way.

I mean it�s like all this stuff, people throw it out, think they�re gone and �

but you�re giving it a new life.

You�ve come a long way. But I still feel like I�m such a beginner.

I�m tired of being a beginner.

You�d be surprised how quickly life passes.

Good morning. - Good morning! - Good morning.

It�s about you showed up at your private post office.

Why? What is it? - Now she wants me to sort out her mail!

Tell her already. - We had an appraiser in.

Yes? - It�s a very special piece.

I told you. - It�s worth quite a lot.

Really? - Really! The appraiser said � without the crack,

it would�ve been one of the best Chiparu�s he�d ever seen!

I knew it was beautiful. Makes me want to keep it.

No. Forget about it. - I�ll get the champagne.

It�s sparkling wine. - Sweet, it�s so sweet of you.

Brian. He�s going to be all right.

Yeah. He�s poisoned himself on some food.

He�s so careless when I�m not around.

And where have you been tomming around?

Not tomming. Working. I�ve been working harder.

Maybe more polite to my boss. I got a promotion.

Good.

Expecting someone? - No, it�s � it�s for Brian.

Yes, poor Brian.

I was thinking maybe if you like, I could take you out tonight.

Sorry, but I�m busy.

What are you doing? - I have an appointment with a friend.

Do I know this person? - It�s me.

Good company. I�m learning to be more mature.

I won�t be jealous. I�m not drinking, either.

Not too much. - Good.

I told Madame Plenty I�m moving.

To give you your privacy, of course.

Not that I want to go.

Don�t go, then. - You want me to stay?

I guess so.

You are making me the happiest man in the world!

Good!

Eva? When you told me to leave,

everything became dark. Like in the container.

But then I thought how much I love my Eva.

It was like fresh air. I started to breathe again.

I guess I can cancel that appointment with myself.

I hope it�s a good restaurant.

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

#NOT IN SCRIPT#

-== [ www.OpenSubtitles.org ] ==-