All language subtitles for Byrne(1987)

- So you know I pulled some strings
and had NASA do some trial readouts

- on wind direction and velocity...
Guess what?

- They checked out A-Okay with all our calculations.

- Of course I didn't tell them that!

I let 'em run off at the mouth,

saying all warnings off, freefalling
from a plane at that speed and altitude...

about about how critical your timing is,
about what few choices you got.

All that good shit that makes
the whole thing go kamikaze.

It's not my blood.

It must be somebody else's.

I must have really hurt him.

I must have hurt him pretty bad...

I'm in Spain.

Oh Jesus, what the fuck
am I doing here?

En la Ciudad, por favor.

Shit!
Where are my things?

You got money?

No, I don't have any money.

Everything's in my bag.

My passport...everything.

My God, what's happening to me?

I remember coming here.

But I don't remember
anything else.

Count down-
five, four, three, two, one...

Five days to go and we're gonna need every
minute in every god damned one of 'em!

Hey, come on baby, get up.

You got the whole wide world
waiting for you.

I'll get up when I'm
ready to get up.

Oh yeah, you talk big,
but you're still just a lightweight.

No, no, no.

- Go away!
- There you go.

- Come on, come on,
get in there. My woman!

I rolled Ed. Drew's already down there.

Jim a black burnout,
Bud and the boys a rerake...

Ten o'clock reporters from the UPI
and AP will make a tour of the site.

All you gotta do
is make a grand entrance

and pay a lot of special attention
to that ugly little lady with the red hair.

- Who's that?
Your mother!

I heard that.

We've got lunch with what's-her-name
from 'Eye on L.A.'

Don't eat too much,
you got a final fitting at two.

- That's my girl.

There's a letter for you.

- So you know I pulled some strings
and had NASA do some trial readouts

on wind direction and velocity.
Guess what?

They checked out A-Okay with
all our calculations.

Of course, I didn't tell them that!

I let 'em run off at the mouth

with the same old warnings about freefalling
from an aeroplane plane at that speed and altitude...

Then I just very politely suggested
that they should issue a news

release about their concerns
and bingo!

Got a ten share as the Nielsen rating.

The rite of jumping into
the volcano for television.

This jump will be the jump to your death.

For what?

You have forgotten everything
that I have taught you?

You know, I think you're right, hon...

My IQ does drop about 30 points
when I put a hat on.

Claire, I'm going to be married.

I think we will not see
each other again.

Augustine...

Okay, come on, Claire,
think... Now what happened?

Why can't I remember what happened?

Oh, I think I'm gonna puke!

I gotta get out of here.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,
honoured guests...

Distinguished members of the press,

step right up and watch
Claire on a dare!

Watch Claire defy death

right here in Death Valley,

Watch firecracker Claire
celebrate Independence Day

independently!

Now I ask you, is Jo Jo Starbuck
this beautiful?

- Mary Lou Retton this beautiful?
Hell no!

After this god damned stunt she's gonna
be on every crackerjack box in America.

We're gonna be doin' Tampax ads,
Fruit-of-the-Loom, Gatorade, you name it.

Now...the reason this is not an active volcano
is because we couldn't find one around here.

So in order to rectify that situation situation,

we are building our own
little Mt. St. Helens.

When Claire begins her jump,
and we're talkin' 25,000 feet,

the safety net will be set on fire.

If Claire misses her timing,

then the net's gone and so is Claire.

Now, just between you and me

I am not all that much enamoured
of being a left a widower at age 46.

So we're taking a few precautions here.

Not only will I be getting
continuous readouts,

and instantaneous updates on
wind direction and velocity

but radio beacons from three manned points
will hone in on the approaching aeroplane.

When the plane reaches their vortex,
the signal will be given

and Claire will have all of 100th of a
second to make up her mind and jump.

Tell me that girl don't have balls.

Any questions?

I'm going down to the site, honey.

Hi, this is Del.
Claire and I aren't here right now.

If you don't know where we are
we should fire our publicists.

You be sure to watch Claire live
in Death Valley on July the 4th.

Check for positions.
God willing any rig don't rise

and we'll both be around to return
your call on the 5th.

Wait for the beep.

Del, I had to leave for a couple
of days, I...

I'm sorry.

I promise I'll be back by the 4th.

You know it all means too much
for me to miss it.

I know you know where I'm going, baby.

Angeles.

Oh my God, I'm falling...

I got your letter.
Did you get mine?

That's why I'm here.

I think I deserve a little
more than that letter.

What do you want from me Claire,
my blessing, my approval?

- I've said all that I have to say..

You've gone too far this time.

Is this why you here?

I'm not a religious person.

but I think I may be in
some kind of trouble.

- I think they must be looking for me.

- Listen to me, Claire.

I taught you to fly.

You chose to fall.

What you're doing has no meaning.

Your life means more to me
than my own.

Is that why you married
someone else?

Go away from here, Claire.

Please.

There will be trouble if you stay.

I think I may have killed someone.

Oh God let it be her, not him.

Please let Ir be her.

What's going on
Do you think there's a fire?

something far better.

A miracle!

Some children saw a bright light
coming from the grotto yesterday.

And now it seems the whole
village has seen it.

- Charming, isn't it?

By tomorrow that light will be
the Holy Trinity, no doubt.

You don't love her.

You need the money.
I got.

I follow you.

- You in trouble.

- I help.

You hungry.

I feed.

Teeth...

Looks like you could eat
a horse with those.

eat you.

I need your help.

I need you to give
me a ride to Angeles.

Friend there?

Yes.

I take.

Thank you.

Look, I don't want you to get in any
trouble with your cab or anything.

- Don't you have to get back.
- Got time.

Good...maybe you should call your wife.
I wouldn't want her to worry.

do you have a wife?

Wife?

Do you have children?

I got a dog.

You fuck me, okay?

No, not okay.

- You suck, then.
- Oh, Jesus!

Bushes.

And then you'll take me to Angeles?

Angeles. Fuck first, then Angeles.

Alto ahí.

I don't speak Spanish.

- May I see your papers?
- I left them at the hotel.

- What hotel?
- The one I'm staying at.

It's a big white hotel. I don't
remember its name right now.

It has some nice potted plants
in front of it.

I went to a party with a man

and he tried to stab me.

- Where was that?
- What?

Umm, somewhere over there...

- Do you have a friend to take you
back to the hotel?

In that gallery, yeah...

In fact I was just on my way
over there right now.

- Where's Kit?
- Who's Kit?

He's got this strange
habit of disappearing...

Goes up in a puff of smoke.

- How did you do that?
- Do what? What did I do?

Are all American women as
beautiful as you then?

What day is it ?

Come on, it's firecracker and
hotdog time back home.

It's the 4th of July.

Oh God, I really blew it!

I lost four days.

Jesus, how did I screw up
like that?

They're gone.

The bruises are gone!

We're all spoilt for choice,
aren't we darling?

I married for love
instead of money, and I knew

that after the first three days
that I'd blown it.

I came home and I found
him sleeping in my garter belt.

So I left him and then I
married a Mexican

who owned an liner and
200 acres in Acapulco.

After that week I knew that
I'd really blown it.

Oh...here I am...

in a bathroom, utterly pissed,
alone on my birthday.

Without love, without money,
asking myself

"What else is there?"

Ambition.

And a half hour
of prime time TV.

I married a man who could
give me all that and I blew it.

Wait...

Would you look at my dress please,
and tell me is that very noticeable?

- what?
- There's nothing there.

I shouldn't, but
I'll do anything.

This has been says my work's grotesque.
I'll soon sort him out.

Oh, fab! There he is!

Oh, he behaves so badly.

God he's got such a sensuous mouth.

Oh look! Look who's coming.

That's Desdra, she's Kit's wife.

She's a crashing bore.

And she's been demonstrating all
week with the coal miners in Wales.

And this is Kit.

"There was a young fellow from Fife
Who's marriage was ruined for life

"He had an aversion to every perversion
And only liked fucking his wife!"

You've done it poorly!
You've broken the window!

He called my work "grotesque"!

And look what you've done to
his shirt, for God's sake!

You've torn off all the buttons!

Well they have to be here somewhere.

Here's one.

Brilliant!

- move like a dancer.
- When have you seen me move?

In the park, a few minutes ago.

What were you doing in the park ?

Were you following me?

Why?

Why not?

Eat up. Eat up.

A full stomach means a short memory.

Which means you won't have to
contact your lawyers in the morning.

All right.

Hey, where is Conchita?

With due respect she
arranged this whole thing.

"There was a young lady from Ealing
Who had a sensational feeling

"She laid on her back and opened her crack
And pissed all over the ceiling!"

What about my window?
Who do I give it to in the morning?

The man whose destiny it is
to fix broken windows.

After all, we all have
our reasons for living.

Nancy, for instance,

was born for tonight.

was born to travel down here with
Kit’s brother and ditch him by seven.

Was born to be pretty, was born to
be dizzy, was born to be

having one bare foot up my
husband's leg right now.

And tell me mine, dear.

What were you born for?

- You know.
- Yes, but I love to hear you say it.

- I was born to forgive you in the morning.
- Ah, dog that I am.

Your life means more to me
than my own, Claire.

I just remembered where I
saw you before.

It was in Angeles, remember!

The hotel in Angeles!

Wash my hair, would you?

Makes me sick to see all this
wine go down the drain.

Especially since no-one
seems willing to pay for it.

I think it's the police.

- Hey, wait a minute love.
You don't have to run away.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Yes I did.

I did something awful.

Yes, I know all about that.

What do you know about me?

- Who are you?
- I know all about you.

I'm your guardian angel.

I'm here to protect you
from the forces of evil.

I'm almost tempted to believe you.

Who lifts the veil of what is to come?

It's striking five again.

- It can't be 5 o'clock.
- It's much later.

Come back to the hotel with me.

Some rest and a little sleep
will clear the confusion.

I killed someone.

I love a man and I killed his wife.

How extraordinary!

I don't believe it.

You know, if someone had told me

that you were still hanging
around this part of the world

I would have said 'impossible',
but here you are, Augustine.

Maria, this is Claire,
she's an old friend.

Old friend.

This is is Maria.

- My wife.
- Your wife?

Well, congratulations!

I think marriage is fantastic.

I've been married for...no,
six years actually.

And I'm just as in love
as the day I was married.

Wedding present.

Do you always carry cigars with you?

Yes, I smoke them myself.

Small town girl.

Augustine was always partial
to small town girls.

- I'm from Madrid.

My parents have a country house here.

Well, the only thing Augustine likes better
than a small town girl is a rich woman.

- Vámonos a caminaros.
- No!

We came here, I want to stay.

We came to see the race.
I want to see who wins.

Exactly. what's a race without a winner?

How did you two meet?

Twelve years ago.
Claire was my star pupil.

Claire was the best.

But she got bored with the flying trapeze.

There wasn't enough money
in it for Claire.

There wasn't enough...
How you say...

Nobody knew her name.

And now she jumps

from aeroplanes without a parachute.

Don't you, Claire?

Perhaps being closer to death

makes her feel more alive.

Do you still take your siesta in
the little shack behind the church?

Not so much any more because

I'm a married man now.

I don't have much time for

sleeping.

Boo!

Tell me, my soul,
can this be death?

The earth recedes, it disappears.

Heaven opens my eyes and my ears
with sound Seraphim ring.

Lend me thy wings.
I mount, I fly.

O, grave, where is thy victory?

O, death, where is thy sting?

Well, blow me over!

Where did you go?

Where did we go?
where did you go?

We looked around and
you'd disappeared.

Glad I found you.

Would you like to put
your hand inside my pants?

No.

Then I'm not about to force the issue.

I'm in love with someone else.

So am I, my pansy.

Don't even think about it.

I can't take you where
you want to go.

I've got to get to a telephone
and call my husband.

My poor Del.

How are we ever going to
pay back all those promoters?

I gotta get out of here.

All you need is money,
I can give you some tomorrow.

The gentleman with the broken nose has
promised to buy one of my masterworks

to make amends for his affront.

Come on, I have a convertible.
We'll drive you across the border.

We'll go to Paris.
You can take a flight from there.

- Tell me why you're being so good to me?
- "Give to the world the best you have

"and the best will come back to you".

- I can't go on any further.

I can't take another step.

Yes you can.
You have to.

I'm really falling apart here.

My God, I can't feel my fingers anymore.

I did scream before!

All I said is that I was
worried about you and that

bastard brother of yours
threw me out of the room.

Oh no, we're going back up!

There, there. It's just he's upset
I invited so many people.

I suppose you told my brother
that I threw you out?

Kit, this insane party has got to stop!

Have any idea how we're going to
pay for the hotel bill, for instance?

Oh, Roger, don't be so twee.

We all thought the show would
be a roaring success.

but since it isn't, I hardly think I'm
responsible for the hotel bill.

Now the only thing to do since
we don't have the money

is to dash down to the bar, order
some more drinks on the room and

think about it.
Are you with me, my dear?

I abhor irrational behaviour!

- Roger...Roger...
- Kit, for God's sake, cut it out!

I can't go on.

Oh my God!
I didn't see you.

I need to get some sleep.

I don't feel good.

I think I need a bed.

Ask and it shall be given.

Hi, this is Del.
Claire and I aren't here right now

If you don't know where we are,
we should fire our publicists.

You be sure to watch Claire
live from Death Valley...

Kit thinks you're in trouble.

Personally, I think you're
coming off a bad trip.

- Killing someone is not
something one forgets.

Believe me, I practically killed
my second husband.

For months afterwards
it was all I could remember.

Are you shocked that I know?

Well don't be.

Kit tells me everything.

Now, would you like
something to eat?

We could order up some crab Louie.

Can I borrow something to wear
from you? Like...I need a disguise.

I would darling but they lost my
fucking suitcase at the airport.

Maybe it would help to cut your hair.

- How did you feel the
first time you saw him?

- I thought that this is the man
who's going to change my life.

- So naturally you married
someone else.

- Naturally.

- I've gotta tell him.

- Tell him what, darling?

Things I've almost forgot
the words for.

Such as?

Such as why I'm here, and why
my life is unthinkable without him.

Doesn't he already know that?

No.

Not the way that I feel it now.

Why not ?

Our love's been very strange.

It's like a complicated chess game.

He makes a move
and dares me to follow.

And I do.

And I dare him to match me.

Well, that doesn't sound like love.
That sounds like sex to me!

Yeah, partly.

Wasn't smart what you did.

- Come in the bar like that.

- You make bad troubles for me.

You said it yourself, that's my
biggest problem. I push too far.

- You're doing it again.
- Am I?

I don't have much time.

Make love to me.

It's so sad, Claire, because

I don't have the time either.

Maria, she has arranged a party
for me so...

I'm late already.

She come looking for me, maybe.

What's she having the party for you
for, it isn't your birthday?

She want me to celebrate anyway.
You know she's like a child.

Tomorrow...

At the beginning of my siesta,
you come.

Impossible.

I have to leave tonight.

I'm lucky if I make it back
on time as it is.

Make it back for what?

- Claire on a dare.

But this time I will not
be around to catch your fall.

Either her or me.

I guess I'm still here,
so it must be her.

- Hello, Mummy.

Did I wake you?
Sorry.

It's just I'm in a bit of
a bind, is all.

Yeah. Well, my travelling companion
and I had a bit of a tiff,

and I'm afraid I won't be
returning on his ticket.

Yes, well it caught me at loose
ends, I'm afraid.

Perhaps you could wire it?

Yeah. Umm. TWA.

Oh yes.
Oh thank you so much.

Love you. Night.

It's so easy for you.

Do you think so?

Well, sometimes it is,
sometimes it isn't.

Don't make me cry.

God, you're cold!

I want my mother.

Close your eyes.

Hello ladies.

Desdra wouldn't let me in
so Roger gave me the key.

No, stay love.

I'm too pissed to stand up
let alone get it up!

"The cock of a fellow named Randall
Shot sparks like a big Roman candle

"He was much in demand for his colours were grand
And the girls found him too hot to handle."

- Tomorrow...

It's a fair trade.

I remember going back to that stinky
little hotel room in Angeles.

And I packed to leave.

What happened?

Wait, I changed my mind.

Do you have another flight to L.A.
tomorrow morning ?

No.

- Or anywhere near there?
- No.

What about New York City?

You want a flight to New York?

Where do you want to go?

I want to go to L.A.
What time does that flight get into New York?

Yes.

When?
What day?

Can I get a flight out of there that would
get me into L.A. by the morning of the 3rd?

Yes...on the night of the 3rd.

Then I could get a limo that would
get me to Death Valley by morning.

But that leaves me no time to prepare.

Do you think I could do that?

No.

You devil!

Book me on that morning flight, pal.

Desdra, where are you going?
What are you doing?

Look, I've had it.

I'm leaving.

Where's Kit? We're all going
back together, remember?

I've had enough!

There goes my convertible.
There goes my love.

- My life.

- There goes your ride
across the border.

Go after her. There's still time.
You can stop her.

I don't think there is.

Surely, my good man

you cannot be saying you're
not paying me for my canvas?

I'm not paying!

- Period!

Your work is grotesque!

And I hate naked women.

If it weren't for Conchita,
I would have ignored it completely.

- Give me my money.
- No.

- I want my money!
- There is your filthy money.

- You wouldn't dare!
- Wouldn't I?

Step back my flowers!

Run for your lives!

You are all crazy!

Claire!

- It's a bit of glass
from the window.

I didn't feel it go in.

It's deep.

Turn away or sing along with something.

- I'll pull it out.
- I think I'm going to be sick.

Waiter, a bottle of gin please, pronto!

Kit, you know we don't have
the money to pay for it.

No matter, my peony,
this is an emergency.

This'll deaden it.

Just pull it out.

I'm feeling a bit tepid myself.

Put this on at the moment I
pull the bugger out.

I can't stand the
sight of blood!

Stand by with the nappies.
It's moving. There!

You're so pale

you're so beautiful, really.

When I pick up the ticket mummy's
sending me, I want you to have it.

Go home to your husband.

Kit's going to take a picture of me.
You show it to him.

Tell him how I helped you and...

And if he thinks I'm attractive,
maybe I'll come and visit you.

- And maybe I'll come too.

Now all we have to do is figure out
how to pay for this and we're all set.

That was brilliant! Brilliant!

Now, let's go to the
airport and pick up the tickets.

Don't get upset now, but the
frigging ticket isn't transferable.

Get me out of here.

Wait my dove, where are you off to?

I'm going to Angeles.

There's no sense running away.
We can sort it out.

Nancy will give you
her ticket and her passport.

I'll just get a new one
from the British Consulate.

I don't even look like her!

Then there's Conchita.
She knows everyone.

We'll get one on the Black Market.

A passport with Nancy's name
and your photo.

After last night she owes me something.

Somewhere...

I don't know where...

I turned a corner
and there was no turning back.

- Somewhere I made a mistake.

Don't mourn it, sweet, it's all right.

The marvellous thing about making
mistakes is that we can keep making them.

The same ones,
over and over again.

You may be, not me.

For me, mistakes are desperate things.

If I make a mistake,
even a very tiny one,

I'm through.

The end.

The eternal black.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Oh, it's the only thing I am sure of.

That's what appeases
me before I jump.

I know if I make a mistake,

I won't have to account for it later.

It's ideal then, isn't it?

Look at my hands

They're shaking.

No they're not.
They're solid as a rock.

Stretched out against the blue,
making time stand still, weightless.

And falling because I decided to fall.

To me, the only falling
that doesn't mean failing

is falling in love.

- Come back to the hotel with me.

- My plane's not till four.

- we'd have hours till
I have to leave.

- You were not invited.
- I know.

Then why did you come?

I'd like to speak with Augustine.

He's not here.

I don't believe you.

I don't want to see you here.

I just came to say goodbye.
I'll never see him again.

So...

- You didn't go away.

No, I didn't go away.

I looked out my window at nine.

I see your plane in the
sky and I said to myself:

"That's it,

"she's gone away."

Do you remember when
we were working at the circus and

we crept out in the middle of the night,

and made love in the middle of the
cage with the lion sleeping beside?

I remember it was so dark

I didn't even know he was in there.

I did.

I love you, Augustine.

I love you.

- I got to go.
- Wait.

Tomorrow...

At the hour of the siesta
you come.

You wear the red dress.

Conchita!

Conchita, I'm here.

Ah, shit!
You bit me!

You! Serves you right!

You nasty, nasty boy.

Meet my new baby, Roscoe.

Jesus, a rat! Where's the raven,
I thought he was Roscoe?

I see...

that you have friends.

There used to be a time
when you'd come alone.

Come in anyway.

Conchita, Claire. Claire, Conchita.

- This is Nancy.
- How do you do?

I don't.

- What is it you want?

Claire is in some trouble and we had
hoped you might find her a passport.

She's lost hers.

I wouldn't trouble you
if it wasn't important.

Jesus!

Wake up, old girl. Wake up.

Now rest and we'll sort everything out.

- Please don't tell her anything.
- I won't.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

- This is a final boarding call for
Iberia Flight Number Three to New York

- departing at 4 a.m.

- All passenger to board immediately.
Thank you.

- look at her eyes- she's crazy!

- You'd be doing everyone a favour
if you took her to the hospital

- for 72 hour observation.

- I could never do that.

- Of course you can.
- No.

- what's she going to do, wandering around the streets,

- unable to eat,
unable to care for herself?

- Why are you doing this
to me, Conchita?

Why can't I just leave her here
until her passport comes?

- She frightens me.

I frighten you!

It's two to one. I'm sorry, Kit.

She's just as much my
responsibility as she is yours.

- I side with Conchita.

- For her own good she's got
to be committed.

Stay there for Christ's sake, I'm coming.

Follow me.

A proper bullfight is played out
just like a great tragic play.

- In the spectacular first act,
the matador spreads his red cape.

- A graceful matador might do a Gaonera,
folding the cape to his waist

- it swirls around as
the bull does its pass.

- The matador knows that
the violence enrages the bull.

- and for the bull the only path
to redemption is grace.

- A bull fighting with grace and heart
is sometimes allowed to live.

Please forgive me, Augustine.

I'm so sorry.

You say you need drive to Angeles.
I give.

- You smart.

- You firecracker!

Strong.

Used to be.

If I still were I wouldn't
be here with you.

- I take you someplace nice.

- Yeah, why don't you make
sure it's dark.

Make it so dark I can't see those
wonderful teeth of yours.

What difference does it make,
I'll forget it when it's over?

I'm forgetting it right now.

You fuck with me on top, okay?

You call the rules fat boy.
What ever you say.

I’m not gonna feel it anyway.

Oh you'll feel me all right!

- You see me.

Not if I close my eyes.

- Hurry.
- Can't wait huh?

Look... Hard!

Like stick!

I say look!

Look!

Car no good.

You come to Angeles with us.

No insurance, no English.

You need to lie down.

Run away with me.

Let's go.

Let's go far away from here.

Why are you staying here?
There's nothing here.

Believe me, there's nothing here.

Why do you stay in this silly
little town of mistakes?

I don't feel good about all this.

I don't think you understand.

You made me stay.

I missed the plane.
I can't go back there.

Maria's acting crazy.

I told her that you left last night
but I don't think that she believes me.

Who cares what she believes?
Who the fuck is she?

She's some stranger you met
a couple of months ago!

I hate that woman.

If you were a man,
I would hit you.

She is my wife !

She's not your wife,
she's your compromise.

A compromise, hmm?
And what about this Del?

- At least I never lied to him.
- You're pathetic.

You think that you are using him?
You are wrong, he is using you.

Yes, I made you not go away today,

but you should be thanking me
that I saved your life!

I can understand you dying for love,
but for Del, for money!

I said I don't want him in the room!

I'm sorry my darling.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

It's okay.

It's okay. It's not your fault.

You are who you are
and I always knew that.

Once I found you
I didn't hold onto you.

Why did I let you go?

He'll keep watch.

Don't touch.

You like?

You not good, not good!

No good, no good, no good!

Why you not watch?

She's no good!

Come on buddy, open your eyes.

You sure could keep 'em open

when you thought there was
something to see, couldn't you?

- You couldn't help me then, help me now!

Say you think I'm too weak
to get out of here.

Say it!

Come on hear me you rotten...

Don't fight it anymore, love.
Go where you're being taken.

Maria, maria, why did you
leave her body to the airport?

Augustine, tell me...

if it wasn't her who was killed,
if it was me,

why do I still feel such love?

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