Original subtitles

- (Man 1) Bell. - (Bell rings)

(Man 2) Very quiet.

We're on sound.

- (Man 1) Beat. - (Man 2) Camera.

- (Man 3) Camera running. - (Man 1) Sixty.

(Man 2) Very quiet.

We're on sound.

(Man 1) That's it. That's perfect.

The spark looked very, very impressive, so...

- (Man 2) Camera. - (Man 1) Perfect.

(Man 2) Camera.

(Woman 1) Actually, there's a really beautiful one on the stairs.

I think it belongs to that one.

- (Man 1) OK. - (Woman 2) Bring the red chair.

(Woman 1) I quite like that.

My hair looks...

(Man) Not everywhere!

- (Man 2) Camera. - (Child, indistinct)

(Woman chuckles)

(Woman speaking Spanish)

(Narrator) I want to share this emptiness with you,

not fill the silence with false notes

or put tracks through the void.

I want to share this wilderness of failure.

The others have built you a highway, fast lanes in both directions.

I offer you a journey without direction,

uncertainty and no sweet conclusion.

When the light faded,

I went in search of myself.

There were many paths

and many destinations.

(Man 1) That's all right. I think that's a brilliant rehearsal.

(Man 2) Everybody needs to still go through makeup, hair, wardrobe. Please find your...

(Man 1) We'll have half-an-hour break now,

and literally in half an hour, I want everyone back on the set, ready to do it.

(Man 3) Quiet!

(Screams)

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Birdsong)

(Photographer) That's great. I'm just filming this.

Just a look.

That's it. Let go of her.

- That's very nice. it's superior. - Beautiful! Beautiful!

The baby. Can we see the baby?

Lovely!

(Camera shutter clicking)

Yeah, that's it! Lovely!

Hold it there! Hold it there!

All right! Come on now.

Lovely! Lovely!

The baby...

(Mechanical whirring)

That's lovely! Lovely! Hold it there!

Beautiful! Beautiful! The baby! Can we see the baby?

(Camera shutter clicks)

(Man) 0h, my God!

(Babbling)

(Woman screams)

(Screaming continues)

That's it!

Great!

(Church bell ringing)

(Narrator) Soon afterwards, some men who studied the stars

came from the east to Jerusalem and asked,

"Where is the baby born to be King of the Jews?

"We saw his star when it came up in the east,

"and we have come to worship him."

When King Herod head about this, he was very upset,

and so was everyone else in Jerusalem.

He called together all the chief priests and the teachers of the law and asked them,

"Where will the Messiah be born?"

"ln the town of Bethlehem, in Judea," they answered,

"for this is what the prophet wrote:

“Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,

"'you are by no means the least of the leading cities of Judah,

"'for from you will come a leader who will guide my people lsrael."'

(Church bell ringing)

(I Children singing)

(Narrator) And so they left,

and on their way, they saw the same star they had seen in the east.

When they saw it, how happy they were,

what joy was theirs!

It went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was.

Then they went into the house,

and when they saw the child with his mother, Mary,

they knelt down and worshipped him.

They brought out their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh,

and presented them to him.

Then they returned to their country by another road,

since God had warned them in a dream not to go back to Herod.

When Herod realised that the visitors from the east had tricked him,

he was furious.

He gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and in its neighbourhood

who were two years old and younger.

This was done in accordance with what he had learned from the visitors

about the time when the star had appeared.

(Howling)

(Rhythmic percussion)

(Whistle blows)

(I Harp arpeggios)

(I Singing)

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

♪ All of your dreams

♪ All of your wishes... ♪

Hello, everybody.

Today is credit card day.

All your favourite dreams come true.

That beautiful Ferrari,

that lovely seat at Stringfellow's and those beautiful girls,

just like Judas.

Judas is beautiful!

Ah, you see,

all your dreams come true with beautiful cards.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Judas.

Thank you. Thanks. Thank you, thank you.

Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you, Judas! Oh, thank you!

(Man) G0!

(Woman) Nice!

Nice!

Nice!

(Wind howling)

(I Children sing "London's Burning")

♪ Fetch the engines

♪ Fire, fire... fire, fire

♪ Fetch the engines

♪ Pour on water, pour on water

♪ London's burning, London's burning

- ♪ London's burning, London's burning - ♪ Fetch the engines

- ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines - ♪ London's burning

- ♪ Fire, fire... fire, fire - ♪ London's burning

- ♪ Pour on water, pour on water - ♪ London's burning

- ♪ London's burning - ♪ Pour on water

- ♪ Fire, fire - ♪ London's burning

(Children laughing)

- ♪ London's burning - ♪ Fetch the engines

♪ Pour on water, pour on water

- ♪ Fire, fire - ♪ London's burning

- ♪ Fire, fire - ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines

♪ Fire, fire

♪ Pour on water, pour on water

- ♪ Fire, fire - ♪ London's burning, London's burning

♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines

- ♪ London's burning - ♪ Fire, fire... fire, fire

♪ Pour on water, pour on water

- ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines - ♪ London's burning, London's burning

- ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines - ♪ Pour on water, pour on water

- ♪ Fire, fire... fire, fire - ♪ London's burning, London's burning,

- ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines - ♪ Pour on water, pour on water

- ♪ London's burning, London's burning - ♪ Fire, fire

- ♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines - ♪ Pour on water, pour on water

♪ London's burning

♪ Fetch the engines, fetch the engines

♪ Fire, fire... fire, fire

♪ Pour on water, pour on water ♪

U' Song fades)

(Church bell ringing)

(Screaming)

(Woman) Derek!

(I Drums playing)

(.l' Brass ensemble playing)

Ah!

Now hear this!

Betty, take an editorial.

"To the women of America."

N0, make it, "To the women everywhere."

♪ Banish the black

♪ Burn the blue

♪ And bury the beige

♪ From now on, girls

♪ Think pink! Think pink when you shop for summer clothes

♪ Think pink! Think pink when you want that que/que chose

♪ Red is dead, blue is through

♪ Green's obscene, and brown's taboo

♪ And there is not the slightest excuse for plum or puce

♪ Or Chartreuse! Ugh!

♪ Think pink! Forget that Dior says black and rust

♪ Think pink! Who cares if the new look has no bust?

♪ Now, I wouldn't presume to tell a woman what a woman ought to think

♪ But tell her if she's got to think, think pink!

(Chorus) ♪ Oh, just to think about it, we want to think about it

♪ I'm tickled pink about it! Eeh...

(Chorus) ♪ It feels so gay, feels so bright

♪ Makes your day, makes your night

♪ Pink is now, that's all there's to it

- ♪ You gotta switch - (Chorus) ♪ D0 what you got to switch

(Chorus) ♪ Every stitch Every stitch you switch

♪ Think pink

♪ Think pink on the long, long road ahead

♪ Think pink

♪ Think pink and the world is rosy red

(Chorus) ♪ Everything is rosy

♪ And everything on that grey horizon

♪ Everything that you can think

♪ And that includes the kitchen sink

♪ Think pink!

♪ Ha! ♪

(I Gentle music)

(Seagulls crying)

(Buzzing)

(I Rhythmic percussion)

(I Guitars playing flamenco)

(Man) Hola!

Hola! Hola!

(I Music stops)

(I Warbling flute)

(I Shrill flute notes)

(Hissing, distant chanting)

(Wind howling)

(Rhythmic beating)

(Church bell ringing)

(I Intense string music)

(Distant voices)

(Whooping and laughing)

(Laughing)

(Distorted voices echoing)

(Woman) This is a poppy,

a flower of the cornfield and wasteland.

Its colour is scarlet, bloody red.

Sepals two, soon falling.

Petals four,

stamens many,

stigma-rayed,

many-seeded,

for sprinkling on bread,

the staff of life,

woven in wreaths,

in memory of the dead,

bringer of dreams and sweet forgetfulness.

(I Gentle string music)

♪ God rest ye merry, gentlemen

♪ Let nothing you dismay

♪ For Jesus Christ our Saviour

♪ Was born on Christmas Day

♪ To save us all from Satan's power

♪ When we were gone astray

♪ O tidings of comfort and joy

♪ Comfort and joy

- ♪ O tidings of comfort and joy - ♪ Comfort and joy

♪ God rest ye merry, gentlemen

♪ Let nothing you dismay

♪ For Jesus Christ our Saviour

♪ Was born on Christmas Day

♪ To save us all from Satan's power

♪ When we were gone astray

♪ O tidings of comfort and joy

♪ Comfort and joy

♪ O tidings of comfort and joy ♪

(Laughing)

(Manic laughter)

(Laughter continues)

(Laughing stops)

♪ I'm going down to the River Jordan ♪

(Laughing)

N0!

N0!

N0!

(Screeching)

(Door opens)

(Faint voices on radio)

(People laughing)

(Laughing stops)

(Laughing)

(I Sings in Italian)

(Howling)

(Laughing)

(I Continues singing in Italian)

♪ La, la-la-la...

♪ Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ♪

(I Whistling)

(All laughing)

(Man) ♪ La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la

♪ La-la-la

♪ La-la-la-la ♪

(I All singing)

(I Singing stops)

(I Electronic music)

(Laughter)

(I Distorted electric guitar, screaming)

(Laughing)

(Laughing)

(I Distorted electric guitar, screaming)

(Laughing)

(I Distorted electric guitar, screaming)

(Laughing)

(Man) N0, no, n0...

(I Distorted electric guitar, screaming)

(Laughing)

(I Distorted electric guitar, screaming)

(Rhythmic banging)

(Church bell ringing)

(Banging stops)

(Thud)

(Banging resumes)

(I Distant chanting)

(I Chanting stops)

(I Choir singing)

(I Choir stops singing)

(Narrator) This year, the winter never came.

The sun rose, blood-red.

At Shrovetide, flies swarmed.

The rosemary bloomed.

Eggs soured in their shells.

The sky, pierced and torn, no longer sheltered the naked earth.

The seasons changed.

Men burrowed deep to hide their shameful poisons.

For a million years, 30,000 unborn generations

bound to the memory of criminal rulers

the Secretaries of Energy,

who oiled the wheels of mortgage with dead hands.

(I Choir singing)

(I Choir stops singing)

(Birdsong)

(Woman whispering) That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

(Continues whispering)

That's it.

That's it.

That's it, yes.

That's it.

My 'RUGBY-

(Continues whispering)

(Children talking, laughing)

(I Distant chanting)

(Blows whistle)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Blows whistle)

(Narrator) I walk in this garden,

holding the hands of dead friends.

Old age came quickly for my frosted generation.

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

Did the forgotten generations scream

or go full of resignation, quietly protesting innocence?

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

I have no words. My shaking hands cannot express my fury.

Sadness is all I have.

N0 words.

Cold, cold, cold.

You died so silently.

Linked hands at 4:00am,

deep under the city you slept on,

never heard the sweet flesh song.

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

Matthew fucked Mark, fucked Luke, fucked John,

who lay on the bed that I lie on.

Touch fingers again as you sing this song.

Cold, cold, cold.

We die so silently.

My gilly flower, roses, violets blue,

sweet garden of vanished pleasures,

please come back next year.

Cold, cold, cold.

I die so silently.

Goodnight, boys.

Goodnight, Johnny.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

U' String music)

(I Music stops)

(I Sombre string music)

(I Music stops)

(I Music resumes)

(I Music stops)