All language subtitles for Wings.Of.Fame.1990.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]eng

Excuse me. - Yes?
Can you give me the address of the Imperial Hotel?

Hotel Imperial. Where is it?

What's this then? Don't you like this place?

It's there....

You'll never get in you know.
You're wasting your time.

It's all booked up.
Booked up with people coming to the film festival.

Valentine! Valentine! Valentine!

Mr. Valentin, what did you discuss
in your private audience with the Pope?

We discussed new romances, prospective divorces
and all the latest gossips from Hollywood.

For forty minutes?

Well, I pressed for more spiritual issues,
but the Holy Father wouldn't hear of it.

Mr. Valentin, what is your view on fame?

It doesn't mean as much to me as you might think.

And it can have it's annoying side.

For instance...

Last year in the theater we were doing Othello

The moment I walked on stage the
audience began to applaud and cheer.

And I hadn't even opened my mouth.

Clearly the audience couldn't possibly
be applauding my performance as Othello

as I couldn't begin playing him
because of all the noise.

So they were applauding me as a famous person.

Valentin was getting all the applause
while this poor chap Othello....

...was standing there hoping they would shut up.

Which acting style do you prefer?

I can do without actors who mumble
and mutter and stumble around as if

they've been chewing tranquilizers for years.

The moment they see a camera they seem to be
crying to creep under the carpet.

But you have to despise the camera.

It's just a chunk of glass and metal. You have to
control the frame to dominate the space.

Or even the other way round: you have to control the space

to dominate the frame.

What do you think of British cinema?

Oh, that would be a very good idea.

I can give you the address of mr. Valentin's fanclub

I'm not talking about fan-mail here, believe me.

If it's business you'll discuss it with me
or else leave a message and I'll pass it along

It's a personal matter,
I have to speak to him directly.

Why don't you write him a letter?

I've written to him ten times already,
I have never had a reply...

...so will you please call him now?
- He is not here at the moment.

Allright, I'll wait.
When's he coming back?

You can't see him. He's got appointments all day
and he is leaving first thing tomorrow. It's impossible!

Hey! Hey!

Mr. Valentin! Wait!

Please! I have to talk to you!
I have to talk to you!

There's some mail for you. Would you like anything elkse?
- No thank you, Walter.

Camera two, stand by.

You on that light. As soon as they come out of the car...

You have to follow them. Understood?
- Alright, alright

Give you best old guv.

Valentin! Valentin! Valentin!

Mr. Valentine! Mr. Valentine! Mr. Valentine!

It's a very serious matter.

Camera 5! On the man.
Get the light on that man immediately!

Move the follow spot!

I've got him. Camera 3, camera 5, close.

Please be quiet!

Welcome mr. Valentin, we have been expecting you.

You will be given a very beautiful suite
on the second floor, one of the best we have.

We are most happy to have you here.

Would you sign here please?

Is there something I can do for you straight away?

Yes, I want to change my clothes.

You will fine everything you need,
we have thought of all that.

I wish you a pleasant stay.

Excuse me, could you tell me what year it is?

- 1966
- 1966.

Already....

Your name please?
- Norman Eliot Trigorin.

You don't seem to be registered here.
What did you do before?

I killed Cesar Valentin.
Oh, that's who you are.

Your shown here under Smith,
Brian Smith, is that correct?

Yes, that is my real name, the other is my pen name.
- Right, Brian Smith.

Otherwise known as Norman Eliot Trigorin?

Your key.

Lovely! Yes, beautifully!

Mr. Smith, I have fresh towels for you.

Could you just leave them in my room? It's open.

Who's the asshole who keeps stealing the fucking chalk?

Look what's left here.

Baldesari my dear, even the most perverted
characters in my novels never use such language.

Fuck you and your fucking novels!

It really is pointless for you to complain about this.

And it is absolutely irrelevant that
you cannot work in a small room.

You should be glad that you have a room at all.

You have ten seconds to evacuate this place.

Hold on please.

It's a very unusual place here, is it not?

You'll get used to it, as we all have.

By the way, my name is Frisch, Erika Frisch.

Doctor Frisch, the Doctor Erika Frisch.

That's why you look so familiar.

Who's child is that?
- That is the Lindberg child.

The Lindberg child said dr. Frisch blithely
as a brutally murdered baby

ambled happily before Smith's unbelieving eyes.

Are you a writer?

I tried my hand at a lot of things.

Some poetry, you know, short stories, other things.

They published some of it but the old stuff,
not the good things.

It's hard to break through.
- But you must be famous now?

Otherwise you wouldn't be here.

As a matter of fact, the fame you
enjoy on earth at this moment

is the only thing which gives you
the privilege of being on this island

Every now and then there is a selection
and if you have been forgotten on earth...

...off you go into the mists of oblivion just
like all the others who live and die anonymously.

So where are we? What is this place exactly?

I wish I could tell you.

A waiting room? A purgatory perhaps?
You might even call it hell.

Since so many of us are more
afraid of oblivion than of death.

And the old chaps, where are they?
- Sorry?

The Shakespears, the Galileo's and
the Mozarts, where are they?

That's a good question, but logic
doesn't apply in this place.

Nobody seems to stay here forever.

And who says this is the only island?
And the only hotel around here?

But how can I believe I'm dead? I'm tangible
I'm not alone, I can hear your voice.

But yes, you are dead, we're all dead
This reality is an illusion.

And that's Lassie I suppose.
- Yes, the famous movie dog.

And she's dead too.

So, what did you do to become famous, mr. Smith?

I killed one of the greatest actors of our time.

Waiter! Waiter!

Yes sir.
- What is this noise?

That's the rock stars having their jam session Sir.

Well it's rubbish and it's loud.
Tell them to shut up.

All our guests are free to do as they please,
mr. Valentin as long as they are here.

Alright, I'm going to my room and
I expect you to have a bottle

of Scotch and a bucket of ice
waiting for me when I get there.

Certainly sir.

Pull!

Hemingway?
- Oh yes, he's here too.

But do go on.
- I can't believe I have a chance to talk to him.

Well your chances here may not be
greater than they were on earth.

If you see that chap Smith please
tell him that I want a word with him.

Of course, mr. Valentin.

Hey you! What time is it?
This sundial drives me nuts.

Look at this crazy shadow, it never moves.

You never know whether it's day or night.

Or how long things will take.

So how can you make a fucking date in this dump!

Bianca!

I was waiting for you.

I can see you, I can smell you,
I can hear you, darling!

Bianca, I know where you are!

Watch little ass!

Bianca I need a pacemaker,
I'm a cardiac case!

I've got a bad heart.

Help me bitch!

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

No one special.
- Really?

Well mr. no one special,
why did you kill me?

I don't know.
- You don't know?

You don't know why you killed me.

I don't think I like having being killed
for no reason, and so you will think of one.

Now.

Got you!

Bastard. Bloody bastard.

It must be mr. Valentin.

I so enjoy the stories they
used to tell about you.

I particularly like the one about
the one actress who bit you so validly...

...during a tender kiss that your lip began to bleed.

When asked why she did it she declared

I did it because mr. Valentine deliberately
made me feel his sexual excitement

in order that I should forget
my lines in front of the camera.

Is that true?

Have we met?
- My name is Merrick.

Horace T. Merrick, no doubt you have heard of me.

Horace T. Merrick?

Oh yes, the Nobel Prize for literature,
aren't you the man who didn't get it?

On the contrary, I'm the man who turned it down.

It was my way of protesting against
the jury report which totally ignored

one of my most brilliant contributions
to the world literature.

Sexually the most liberating book of the century.

The Eve of Gravitation.

The Eve of Gravitation?

That's it.

The story of a young man
waiting for a telephone call

from his mother or his lover or who was it.

His brother, who was his lover.

That's right.

The phone call didn't come,
the young man fell asleep on the sofa

when he woke up there was still no phone call

and you squuezed all that into 400 pages.
Amazing.

The simplicity of the actors mind is ... fascinating.

It would make a novel.

A very short novel.

What would that be, only 200 pages?

Barbarians! Barbarians!

How can you do this to me!

You don't even give me notice!

I'm not going, I'm not going!

I am not going! I'm going to complain.

Watch out! You're scratching my painting!

I know who you're looking for!

They won't get away with it, these traitors!

I know now!

Excuse me...

I think you'v lost ... this.

It's beautiful. But it's not mine.

Well, I found it in the labyrinth
just after we bumped into each other.

Well, it must ne somebody else's.

When someone is offering you an earring
on a staircase what does that mean?

Pardon?
- In dreams.

Share happiness?

I see. You think it's silly
to talk about dreams.

No, I don't, but this isn't a dream, is it?

Thank you anyway.

[speaking in a foreign language]

What happened to you?

They shifted me to the attic
like a piece of old furniture.

Then your fame on earth must be
fading quite rapidly I'm afraid.

That's impossible!

My paintings ... are as beautiful as ever.

Yes, but you know the public
always wants something new.

Not in my case.

This is immoral.

I'll tell you what it is.

They try to destroy my name, my art.

Who is trying to destroy you?

I can't tell you their full names.

But I am sure that Salvador
and Pablo are among them.

Aha, I see.

If this was a seduction scene
I were to say something

dreadfully corny, such as....

"This music does something to me",
how would you respond.

Do you like it?

That would be a very good response.

Yes or no? - What?
This song.

Do you like it?
- This music really does do something to me.

You're an actor.
- Aha. And you?

That was me you've just heard on that record.

You have a lovely voice.
- Thank you.

You like playing games?

Certainly. What game have you in mind?

Chasing game?

What are the rules?

You start and I chase you.

You chase me?
- Yes.

Run.
- Run?

Yeah.

You can't be serious!
- Go! Run!

Mr. Zlatogorski.

We are pleased to inform you there
has been a sudden revival

in the public interest in your work on earth.

Not only in Russia.

Poems are translated and published
all over the world.

We have the honour of moving you to a
luxurious suite on the second floor.

You disturb my solitude just to tell me this nonsense.

Don't you see I'm working.

Go! Leave me alone!

But your widespread public success
make it imperative to move you upstairs.

I don't care.

I will stay where I am.

Don't you touch that!

Or I'll break your bones!

I'm a Russian poet!

Listen you idiots.
Stalin killed the revolution!

The art, the human feelings, millions of Russians.

But I could always defy him.

Do you think I'm afraid of you!?

Come on, let's talk about something.

Yes! Oh yes, great!

How did you die my dear.

I died of a broken heart.

Always the same story with men.

They use you, they lie to you.

They beg you to stay.

Then they leave you for another.

They should die of a broken heart!

It wasn't a man...

What about you?

I was executed.

How awful.

Why did they do such a dreadful thing?

I strangled 23 women.

Here we go again.

Can they come up with something new?

Puta madre!

I told you something like this would happen.
But you wouldn't listen.

Me? It was his fault!

They shouldn't drive through the roses.

Who cares about the roses?

What about my dress?

Shut up, who cares about your fucking dress.

I'm dying to see some action.

Scheisse den kapitalistischen Schweinen!

Tot dem dreckigen Imperialismus!

Komm' doch, schnell. Let's go!

[speaking Italian]

German bastards!

What are you doing?

I lost my earring. - What?
My earring.

You don't mean the dolphin?

Yes. How do you know?

You found it.

Thank you.

Wait. Let's sit down.

Please.

What's your name?
- Smith. Brian Smith.

We met on the staircase.
- On the staircase?

But which staircase?

Look. I saw you at the labyrinth. We bumped
into each other, perhaps you don't remember.

I found the earring there.

And I saw you on the stairs and
you told me it wasn't yours.

After that I started to look for you.

Because of the earring?

Because of you.

No, please stay.

No, I must go. Let's meet at the greenhouse.

That's not easy, how can I know when you'll be there
when there isn't a single clock in this place.

Well, come when you hear that old man shooting.

Looking for a boat?
Don't think you'll find one.

Why are you avoiding me?
Are you afraid of me?

Should I be?
- Listen.

Maybe it was a good idea to murder me
at the height of my career

and so spare me the misery of
slowly sliding down the hill.

thank you, I really am terribly grateful,
but tell me my dear chap, why did you do it?

Alright.

Let's say you want to become ... famous.

You do your best, it doesn't work out,
so suppose it occurs to you

That there's a better, quicker way to do it.

You kill someone famous.

Immediately the publicity starts to work for you.

You instantly get a share of
your victim's fame and your own name

is connected with the name of that celebrity forever.

Of course you have to have the guts to do it.

Splendid example of positive thinking

and immediately after murdering me
you'll get killed yourself.

Was that part of your master plan?

I didn't plan anything.

Didn't you just say that you murdered
me in order to become famous?

No, all I said is that someone
might get such an idea...

...remember I said suppose.

You know, there's another very
interesting type of murder.

There is?

A murder for absolutely no reason at all.

A murder for which you get nothing in return,
except possibly the thrill.

Or the feeling you exist.

Balls!

I must go.

Please, please don't be...

Please, just explain it to me.

No.
- Please.

Bianca...

Mr. Smith!

I hope you don't mind my being
frank with you mr. Smith, but...

I feel you are wasting your time with....

shall we say second class personalities?

It's a pity.

I think it's time you meet the right people.

I know someone who could answer
any questions you might have.

Oh well, I don't know.

Trust me.

Now, let us proceed a little further.

We're going to discuss the notion of experience.

Any suggestions?

I'm going through really bad experience right now.

It seems that they don't play
my compositions anymore on earth.

In fact I'd been threatened by complete oblivion,
oh God it's an awful experience.

So, what is your question?

My question is, could you get in touch
with a medium back on earth?

I mean, so that I can transmit the work
I write here, you know, my music.

Back to a living audience.

What kind of music is it?

Oh, it's contemporary music.

That will take a private session.
Come back later.

When?
- Later.

Don't break the chain!
- This is bullshit, I'm off.

You can't go now!

Enjoy yourselves!

Brian?

Wait.

You're nothing! I knew it from the beginning.

Just an ordinary assassin.

Bianca! Come in here,
something I want to show you.

Who is it? - Smith!
Ah, it's you!

Come in, I'll be with you in a moment.

I don't want to disturb you,
I just want to ask you one question.

Well that's alright, I just finished working.

I can think a lot better in the bath tub.

Do sit down.

You know what I miss most in
this place are my Meissen rats.

Sometimes they teach you more about
human behaviour than people themselves.

Would you care for a really good cigar?
- No, thank you.

And you, mr. Smith

How are you finding this place?

Still fascinated by all these famous people?

Dr. Frisch....

Do you believe there is love after death?

What do you mean, precisely?

I mean the love of a man for a woman.

Here in this place? Impossible!

The only states of mind I have observed
here are jealousy, vanity and boredom.

Are you sure?
- Positively.

It's funny.
- What?

It doesn't matter.

It would be nice if we could have a more
extensive conversation some other time.

It could be interesting.

For both of us.
- Yes it could. Thank you.

Love? In a place like this?

Interesting.

I didn't plan anything.

Remember I said "suppose".

Excuse me Dr. Frisch.
- Ah, mr. Valentin.

Won't you join us?
- No thank you, please, I must have a word with you.

Oh certainly mr. Valentin.

You know, the psychology of dance in
different cultures has always fascinated me.

For instance did you know...
- Dr. Frisch, forgive me interrupting you, it's Smith.

He won't tell me why he did it.
He's playing games with me. With me!

He tells me one thing and then
promptly tells me something

completely different, what is that crazy little parasite

...up to. He's deranged,
I'm telling you, absolutely deranged.

You mean eh....

a syndrome of sensory limbic hyperconnection?

No! I mean he's fucking mad.

But surely you could deal with him?

You're an expert in this field,
you are an authority, you must

be interested in a case like his.

Of course I am, mr. Valentin

but I'm not sure if I can help you.

Perhaps, if you would treat him as your equal?

Smith?

Let's dance like no one ever danced before.

Just the two of us.

No, not now.

Smith?

Excuse me, I thought mr. Valentin was in.
I think he must have lost this.

Thank you.

I was wondering if you care
for a drop of something.

It's good stuff. And on the house.

Come in.
- Thank you.

Nice room you have.

Cheers!

Pretty strange place we ended up in mr. Smith.

Well I imagine it's a lot stranger
for you than it is for me.

Oh? Why is that?

Well, it must be hard for you
here without all your fans.

The attention, the applause,
all those things you took for granted.

I took nothing for granted,
it took damned hard work to earn it.

When I arrived in New York from
Europe in 1930, all I had was

a piece of paper with the address
of Howard Nielson on it.

I went to his office to ask for an audition

they told me to come back tomorrow and they
kept telling me to come back tomorrow for six months.

It was November in the middle of the Depression.

I took a shabby room at the Breslau Hotel
which left me with no money to buy any food.

It was a terribly cold winter.

And I had a small paraffin
heater giving out enough warmth

to soothe the tips of my fingers.

I turned up every day asking for an audition

until eventually I was given one
and I got the part.

It's interesting, I thought the ehm...
- What?

What!

Well first of all the Breslau Hotel
was built with central heating.

but that's beside the point because
you arrived in New York

in July which was the hottest summer on record

and you got your first part six weeks later.

So what's worth about a paraffin heater?

Are you sure?

How do you know all this?

I'll be back.

Cesar, where have you been,
I have been waiting for you.

Oh do cheer up!

Ah Christ!

Excuse me, I see Dr. Frisch has been moved to
another room, can you tell me where I can find her?

Pardon?
- Dr. Frisch, can you give me her new number please.

We don't have anyone of that name here.

Oh come on, you know Dr. Frisch,
everybody knows Dr. Frisch.

I know all the guests who are
staying in our hotel perfectly well.

I never heard that name before. I'm sorry.

Oh fuck you!

Our director wanted us actors to be more muscular

and so we went to a gym and watched my chums lifting these

bloody great heavy weights and
I thought oh God, that's not for me

Cesar, can't you ever stop talking about yourself

What about my past?

I had four new dreams and they
are very important to me.

Oh, well tell me all about them lovey.

There was a sheep ... on a dusty road

A beggar stretches out his arm for money...

Extraordinary! I played a beggar once.

A blind beggar.

A villainous blind beggar.

Of course I overacted dreadfully.

I was miserable, I thought I'd never work again.
I went home.

It was the middle of the Depression
and a bitterly cold day.

I had a small paraffin heater giving off enough warmth

to soothe the tips of my fingers.

And suddenly the telephone rang,
it was Howard Nielson.

Descend from heaven boy and join us.

What's your address? I thought oh God
I can't tell him I'm living in this dump.

It was a frightful place called...
- The Breslau Hotel.

How do you know?
Who told you?

No one. I read it. It's all in here.

Where did you get this?

A waiter brought it to your room.

Norman Eliot Trigorin?

Where are you going?

Brian Smith.

Brian Smith, also known as
Brian Eliot Trigorin.

Trigorin, Norman Eliot!

Norman Eliot Trigorin.

As pen names go that's a looloo.

Alright Norman Eliot Trigorin,
I did use some parts of your manuscript.

Some parts?
- The basis for my book.

It would have been more courteous of me
to have mentioned your name in the introduction.

No no, you stole my manuscript. All of it.

And what's more, you ruined it with your
amateur scribbling and your pathetic lies.

Is that a reason for killing someone?

I'm a reasonable man, I believe in conversation,
you haven't talked to me.

Talked, talked alright, who else
have you talked to besides Bianca?

I didn't talk to Bianca.
- Then what on earth is she doing with that book?

Oh you must be immensely important
babbling about this to everybody.

That's not a bad idea.
I'll go and write an epilogue.

What are you doing, you're out of your mind.

Mr. Trigorin, swear that you won't tell anybody.

Never. You trying to kill me?
I'm dead already, remember?

Maybe, but the fall could still
be quite painful, don't you think?

You think anyone would care if I told them anyway?

I don't give a damn. I don't give a flying fuck about
Cesar Valentin or anyone else, you bloody well know that.

Valentin!

You know what I like particularly about you?

Anthony and Julius Cesar.
- What?

The way you...
- Yeah?

I'm falling!
- Wait!

You were talking of the film.

What?

Julius Cesar.

Julius Cesar.

You know I think that's the only
film with you...I've never seen.

As I told Dr. Frisch you really
are a twisted little bastard.

Frisch is gone.

What?

Seems they never had anybody
registered under that name.

I see.

Charming little spot.

Wait.

You can look really mean, did you know that?

It is this what you wanted to tell me?

I've been looking for you.

Oh, you've been looking for me?

I have to speak to you.

Well go ahead.

No, not here.

Will you come to the labyrinth?

Look, why the labyrinth, why not the bar?

'Cause in the labyrinth I feel safe.
You don't know the way.

That's what I mean, I'll get lost in there.

No. I know the way, it's easy.

Let me go first. Don't follow me right away.
I will be there at the fountain.

Right, left, left.

Mr. Receptionist, please, please listen to me.

I'll come to explain, please, please.

Ah shit!

Bianca, are you there?
- Yeah.

How do I get to the fountain?

You can't get here from where you are now.

Is there just the one hedge between us?

I think so.

Right. I'm coming in.

That's not the way to get
to the heart of the labyrinth.

Oh, I'm sorry, shall I go back to the beginning again?
- No, no wait.

I have to warn you.

You wanted to warn me?

About what?
- About me.

What's so dangerous about you?

I don't remember anything about
my life before I came here.

Except.. that I was a singer, so they tell me.

I have no memory about my past.

That's why I'm here.

In this clinic.

Clinic?

Yes. I suffer from total amnesia.

What's your problem?

My problem? What do you mean?

Alright, you don't have to tell me.

When I see all the other patients around
here I think I am a lucky one.

Watch out for the doctor and the medical staff.

They are evil.

There aren't any doctors here, Bianca.

Didn't you know?

The waiters...

they're doctors in disguise.

Haven't you noticed how they
observe us all the time?

They even tried to make me believe I was dead.

And you didn't believe them?

No, no of course not. What nonsense.

What is it?

Oh, you found it, wonderful.

What the hell are you doing
in my room and who are you?

You should address your questions
to the desk mr. Valentin.

And this is your new key.

There's been a bloody mistake made and
I want you to put it right at once.

Can you not see that I'm busy?

Listen, you toad!

You will shortly be busy removing broken
teeth from the back of your throat.

If you cannot find your new room...

these gentlemen will be glad to help you.

If your worried about your privacy, then don't be,
for this arrangement will be only for one night.

Shut up!!

The place is obviously run by incompetents
who made an intolerable blunder.

Intolerable!

By tomorrow I shall have an
appropriate suite, so don't worry.

Do you find this terrible funny?

No, no absolutely not.

This reminds me of someone.

Yes, yes.

There was someone, oh please.

Don't stop, please, don't stop.

Don't stop, this reminds me of someone.

I'll find it, I'll find it.

I can't remember.

What do you think?

It doesn't make any sense to me,
your dreams are too strange.

But my dreams are the only clue to my past.

I don't know

You're not interested in me.

I am.

Alright, let's start again with facts, OK?

Now how did you get here?

On the boat, how else?

I know, but before that,
what happened before that?

What is the very last thing
you remember before you died?

So you believe it too!

[French] What is this obsession with death?

You really don't know or just
don't want to know, which is it?

You're sick!

Bianca, please listen.

You're mad!

Yes?

Will you stop playing that damned piano!

I can't. I have to finish
my sonata before the ceremony.

It's the last chance.
- What ceremony?

Shut up!

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Tell me.

My life in he limelight.

Beyond the light... squalor.

Faces, all those faces...
countless faces.

False smiles, envious eyes...

Poisoned kisses, honey-tongued voices,
flattering gossip, deadly wind.

Little lies, big lies, betrayal,
unfulfilled promises.

Applause, praise, adoration.

I thought it was love.

May I tell you something?

I miss it.

I really really miss it.

All of it. Incredible. Don't you think?

Come along my dear, it's time.

I'm not going
- Oh, you have to. We all have to.

What's wrong?

You're not afraid are you?
- Me? Afraid?

We'll be alright.

You'll see.

Do you think we're overdressed?

Welcome ladies and gentlemen!

It's always a pleasure to get together,
see old friends and make new acquaintances.

Though some of these friendships
might be of a very short duration.

To those of you who are soon going to leave us

Have a good journey!

And I would like to advise the good swimmers
among you not to swim against the tide.

To those of you who are going to stay with us

Thanks to their lasting reputations

in the hearts and minds of
so many living on the earth

I would like to remind them, as time goes on,

so does the process of forgetting.

At the end of all time.

Oblivion will catch up with all of you.

He's a born comedian, don't you think?

So now, may I kindly request you to form a queue.

And to follow the staff onto
the stage when ordered. Thank you.

Bianca?

You were the wife of the great composer Gruberman.

You were the lover of both
the poet Jean Francois Rouleaux

and of the ballet dancer Blagoleyev at the same time.

You were the favorite model
of both Maconetti and Ortolla.

And during the last two decades of your life

You were the inseparable and faithful companion
of the young archaeologist Harvi... Jarv...

Jarvi Ukulunen

Who excavated the ruins of the temple of Raj Napur.

To all these great men you were a
source of unlimited inspiration.

And we are pleased to have you here.

Where have you been?
Trying to avoid my performance?

Your first paintings attracted the attention
of the eminent art critic Roman Mazarov.

After the break with the Group of Six
your star rose even faster.

Shortly before your untimely death
the prices paid for your paintings

reached a level unheard of at that time.

But not for long. Only seven years after your death

A New York art dealer who specialized in your canvases

could not sell a single piece and went bankrupt.

Rosenfeld? Marcus?
- There is not one single reference to you.

In the Encyclopedia of Modern Art.

And that is the ,limit
- Oh no, no no!

Leave the stage please.

No, no!

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!

Most reassuring not having to introduce myself.

Tonight I have the great pleasure of
disclosing to you the immediate future

of one of the more outstanding people in our midst.

Mr. Valentin, would you kindly
adhere to the text on the card?

When you died mr. Sergei Antonovich Zlatogorski

only a few people stood at your graveside

a shallow trench dug into the
frozen soil of the Ural mountains.

Soon the power of your words burst open the coffin.

Now your poetry gallops through
the world merciless and true

and the world kisses your
poetry's toil-hardened hands.

Bravo! Bravo!

Sobaki [dogs]! You monstrous hypocrites!

You creeps who suffocated
all the hopes of the century.

Your arrogance of love and humanity. I spit on you!

I would rather be swallowed by the cold mist.

than remain in this rotten place any longer.

Deep breath, nice clear voice.

A few centuries ago

The life of an actor didn't mean more
than the life of a stray dog.

How much has changed since then.

The world we now know adores it's actors

but for one who wants to become a good actor

discipline, sensitivity, intelligence
and good looks are not enough.

In order to be a really great actor,
you have to be born one.

But it does not necessarily follow that
an excellent actor is also a famous one.

In order to be a star, you need
an audience of millions.

Mr. Valentin was such a star.

I'm not going to read this.

As we all know, mr. Valentin was such a star.

But as time has passed there
was no longer any audience

that wants to see the pictures starring mr. Valentin.

Hardly anyone remembers him and his films.

Ladies and gentlemen!

There is no audience and no fame whatsoever

for the once celebrated mr. Valentin

therefore I'm very sorry to have to
say goodbye mr. Valentin.

It is remarkable how good a minor actor can be

when he's not playing a part in anything.

Did you say something?
- Not really.

I thought as much.

Well mr. Smith...

it seems your fame is tied up
with that of mr. Valentin

you know what that means for you.

Anything you want?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Leave me alone, would you?

You, you failed to translate
my music back to the living.

You charlatan!

Charlatan!

Now ladies and gentlemen, the final
event of the ceremony: the lottery.

Eacht time the prize of the
winning number is unknown to us

and each prize is different
from all the previous ones.

And as the veterans will have witnessed before

the prize is not always a good one,
in fact it can be quite disastrous.

Now, spin the wheel!

Number 1 - 0 - 4.

Will number 104 please step forward!

What's your number?
Haven't you got your number?

You've got it, 104, it's 104.
- He's got it, it's here!

Show your number.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The holder of the winning
number 104 will leave this place

and return to earth to live again!

And there is more mr. Smith.

In addition, you have the right...

to take with you one person
of your own choice.

You may think about your choice
as long as the sand is running.

Please take me, my work on earth is not finished yet.

Let me! Please!

You make up your mind.

I'll make you happy, take me!

Now we can find out about your past, let's go!
- No, I'm staying.

I'm not going to let you do this Bianca!

The time is running out for Christ sake!
- Don't you understand?

It's an attack of the doctor, don't go please!

It's time mr. Smith.

Yes I know, but I want you with me.

Don't believe them, don't believe them.

I take two persons
- Not permitted!

Make your choice!

Then I stay too.
- Out of the question.

Make your choice now!

Please please!

Can't you wait a second!

That's a ridiculous idea you know,
my being forgotten on earth.

Ridiculous!

Brian, would you go and
get me a pair of dark glasses.

Go and get them yourself.

I'd rather not.

I don't want to be recognized immediately.

Cheer up!

Excuse me, do you know this song?

What?

This song, do you know it?

She died a long time ago.

What's the name again?

Bianca.

Ah yeah, Bianca.

Do you remember how she died?

Wasn't it something about a car crash?

Sorry, I really don't remember.

Forgotten on this earth eh? Look.

A Cesar Valentin retrospective.

Forgotten? My foot! Haha!

It can't be here.
- You come for the Valentin retrospective?

Yes.

Oh what a fall of air my countrymen....

then I and you and all of us fell down

while bloody treason flourished over us.

Now you weep...

And I perceive you feel the dint of pity

in these our gracious drops.

Time souls....

Well weep you when you but behold

our Cesars bestial wounded

Look, you hear...

hear it himself

none of it as you see this traitor!

Will you be showing this film again?

Never, that was the last copy.

Shit!

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

This is for you.

Don't you want to keep it?
- No.

No, I know it by heart.

Brian!

I'm sorry.

What I did was awful.

It's a good book. You're a writer.

Would you sign it for me?

Trigorin or Smith?

Give me Smith

So.

Bounjour monsieur.

I need to have something.
- An autograph?

Oui. - Moi? From me?
- Oui.