All language subtitles for A Bigger Splash 2016_track3_[und]

[drum beating]

[♪ electric guitar plays]

[crowd cheering]

[crowd chanting] Marianne!

[cheering loudly]

[chanting continues]

[insects buzzing]

[both breathing heavily]

[♪ slow music playing]

[man singing on radio]
♪ While the city was busy ♪

♪ We wanted to rest ♪

♪ She decided to drive up
To observatory crest ♪

♪ We'd just saw a concert
And heard all the best ♪

♪ We went on a ride ♪

♪ We got outside ♪

♪ The sand was... ♪

[music continues faintly]

[cell phone ringing]

I hate that sound.

It's unknown.

Hello?

[man chuckles]
I've found you.

Guess who it is?

Marianne,
I know you're resting

but you have to be better.

When it happened to Adele,

she was yodeling
in three weeks.

You think
I didn't do my homework?

Look, listen...

I am landing at Pantelleria
in five minutes. Okay?

Harry, listen, it's Paul.

Meet me there.

And, boy, do I have
a surprise for you and Paul.

I've gotta go, I'm landing
in five minutes. See...

[woman] Close your phone, now.

He's calling
from the plane.

He said he's got
a surprise for us.

[aircraft engines roaring]

[airplane brakes screeching]

[indistinct conversations]

[Harry laughing]

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

Jesus, does he ever stop?

My God!

Hey!

[laughs] Is it you?

Is it you? Yes!

God, I am so fucking
happy to see you.

Oh, why didn't you
let me know you were here?

You know I love this place.

I'm in Rome all summer.
You can talk, can't you?

Come on, tell me
you're better.
Yes, you are.

What? Ah, what not at all?

Well, the doctor said
two more weeks.

It's the kid. Hey.

Come here,
you old fucker.

-You look fantastic.
-Well, thanks.

You look sexy.

Kind of metro sexy.

I'm sorry we didn't call
but we're hiding out.

What, hiding out?
What, not from me?

Come on.
Not any more, anyway.

Come on.
When I'm finished with you,

you'll be singing in those
gravelly jeans again.

Oh, Pen. Pen, come here.

Right. Pen,
meet Marianne and Paul.

Oh, you brought
a protege.

Nice to meet you.

I'm his daughter.

-Excuse me?
-[Harry laughs]

The looks on your faces.

I'm sorry,
I should have warned you.

Everyone's making
the same mistake.
Pen, say "hello."

Hi, yeah.
He really loves it though.

She seems shy
but she is a lovely bitch.

Like her mother.
And underneath,

she is every inch my girl.
Aren't you?

I think so,
we're kind of...

Where are your wheels?
Let's go.

Uh, right in front.

[Paul]
So you didn't get a room?

[Harry] No. Is that
gonna be a problem?

[Paul] Yeah,
it's San Gaetano tomorrow.

[Harry] Ah, shit!
Last year they did it late

because of the ferry strike.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Oh, I know where we should go.

We can go squatting
at Fabrizio's.
He'll put us up.

But now,
keep going as it's up here.

There's a restaurant
in the hills here and...

Pen, you're gonna love it.
It's amazing.

Fantastico! Pantelleria!

Ta-da!

[chuckles]

You didn't know
this was here?

Oh, don't tell me
you've been eating out
of the fridge all this time?

Oh, they only serve dinner,
and only until September.

Then it's fallow again
until June.

[indistinct conversation]

[Paul] Harry, come on,
that's a grave.

Yeah, well,
Europe's a grave.

Oh. Ah, fuck.

So when did this happen,
you and Harry?

[Penelope] Last year.

I finally put some pieces
together and figured it out.

You're on
your college break?

On your Grand Tour?

Yeah.

Normally I'd be
spending the summer

in Connecticut
with my mother but...

she got sick of me.
Anyway...

[chuckles]

She gets sick of me
and just ships me
off somewhere.

This year,
it was to Harry.

So... [grunts]
You good? Happy.

Say "yes."

Yeah, I'm fine.
How are you?

You happy to see me?

Oh, fuck. It's full.

Shall we tell them
who you are?

Oh, we don't do that
anymore, Harry.

Well, I think
we may have to

because it's
absolutely chocka.

[man speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[Harry in English] Okay, guys,
we're good, I think.

Your name did it.

[speaking Italian]

Harry!

[in English]
Uh, hi!

-[Mireille] Unbelievable.
Oh, my God!
-[speaking Italian]

You arrive from where?

Oh, from Rome.

-Hello. You look great.
-Hello.

[indistinct conversation]

[♪ whimsical music playing]

[Harry] It's the same group
of people wherever you go.

So what are you gonna have?

[Paul] No, she can't talk,
all right?

[hoarse voice]
I would love a daiquiri.

Marianne.

Have a daiquiri!

[♪ orchestral music playing]

[Harry]
Hotels are booked solid.

There's meant to be one room
left at the Yacht Marina.

And Piero says
there's a queen bed

we could use on the boat.

At any rate,
we've gotta get out

and enjoy the weather tomorrow

because the sirocco's
on its way.

That's the warm wind
from the Sahara

I was telling you about.

With rain?

No, it's dry with sand.

Marianne, Paul's headaches,
are they a problem?

Oh, Harry, stop this
fucking shit. All right?

She can't talk.
I'm not gonna repeat it.

No, of course
she can talk.

When Bjork had her operation,
after two weeks she was--

I don't give a fuck what
Bjork said. All right?

Or Adele.

No, nothing's
a problem here.

Nothing a few Nurofen
can't take care of.

[in Russian accent]
What is your name?

What is your favorite color?

Seriously,
you want me to deck you?

[Harry mumbles]

What is your quest?

[chuckling]

To not end up like
Julie Andrews. Get it?

Hmm.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Oh, fuck, shit,
yeah. Sorry.

[speaking indistinctly]

[Marianne chuckles]

[Harry] What,
what did she say?

Oh, she says
her feet hurt.

[Harry] No!

That's what she said.
She's getting a blister.

If you had something to say,
say it to me.

She's asking you to stay.

Oh, Christ.
That took forever.

Is there a pool?

[♪ folk song playing on radio]

[Harry] Mmm.

Hey, this place isn't bad.
Where are they?

[Paul] They're shooting
a commercial in Thailand.

[Harry] Ah. Uh-huh.

What? Where am I?

Oh, it's down to property.
It's a little dammuso.

It used to be a stable
for the donkeys.

How far away?
Safe distance, eh?

Mmm-hmm.

[chuckles softly]

You can't talk
or won't?

Cancer?

Oh, right.

Your career.

Cool.

I'm 22, you know.

[Harry humming]

Fuck.

[yelling]

[laughs] Whoo!

[exclaims]

Whoo!

[sighs]

Fantastic.

Okay. What have we got here?
How are the pots and pans?

Uh-huh.

What have we got
in the old frigo? Oh.

[speaking Italian]

Terrible.
How are you guys living?

What do we have here?
Your mum, huh?

Cute.

You off to bed?

Thank you...

for having me to stay.

All right.
Here you go, darling.

Your pill.

Good night.

[gargling]

[Harry] Good night.

[sighs] She's got tour dates
this winter, hasn't she?

And what's
she planning to do?

Well, she's kicked everything
into the long grass,

and it was
the right thing to do.

Oh, Jesus, man,
it's hard to watch.

Is she like this
when you fuck?

I mean, how does it work?

Does she write you a note
when she comes?

-Come here.
-[chuckles]

[dog barking]

You wish
we were at a hotel.

I didn't say that.

You forget,
I know how you speak.

-Oh, yeah, that's right.
-Yeah.

Hmm?

I've been teaching myself
some Italian, finally.

Oh. "A 101 useful phrases."

Well, now I'm not
reading Boccaccio

if that's what you mean.

Vaffanculo.
Go fuck yourself.

"Go take it up
the arse," in fact.

Cacasentenze.
Someone who pretends

to be very smart
who won't stop talking.

"One who shits sentences."

And my favorite is
vomitare l'anima.

"To puke your guts up."

Literally
"to vomit your soul."

Wow. [chuckles]

I notice you didn't
drink at dinner.

Are you all right?

I mean, does it bother you
that I'm drinking?

Well, now, you know what
"vai a cagare" means?

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, well, there you got it.
Just drop it, all right.

Yeah, but are you all right?

The hard part's over, yeah.
Rehab and all that.

Yeah.

Good night.

♪ Good night
Good night, good night! ♪

Are you happy?

You asked him to stay.
Why is that?

Do you feel nostalgic?

[Marianne whispers]
Don't let him know

we can talk like this.

You know we can't be
naked anymore, right?

[both chuckle]

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

[♪ upbeat music playing]

[Harry] Marianne,
over here, my swan.

Oh, there you are!

What have you got there?

Ah, I've been waiting for you.

Have you? I was looking
for you everywhere.

Mmm.

It's good stuff.

Can I play your drum?

You can.

[laughs]

[smacks lips]

We've got to leave
at 11:00.

No, later.

-Car's coming.
Can't move it.
-Later. Make it later.

They won't be happy.
They will not be happy.

Make it later.
I'll make it worth it.

Oh, you will?

[birds chirping]

[man on radio]
♪ Beauty is only skin deep ♪

♪ What is hiding
Under the hood? ♪

♪ Beauty is only skin deep ♪

[humming]

[speaking Italian]

-Buongiorno.
-Buongiorno.

[Harry in English]
Hey, more surprises, huh?

Where did you
find this thundercat?

I can't get her
off my elbow.

[Clara] What is thundercat?

What is thundercat?
What is thundercat?

A nonna I'd like to fuck.

Hey!

[Harry] Oh, yeah...

you had nothing and now
you have everything you need.

Zucchini for Paul
and a little heaven
for everyone else.

We're having for lunch
orata al Sale.

[speaking Italian]

-Hey! Hey!
-[growls]

[Harry reading]
"I grew up in a Britain

"where racism was woven
into the fabric of society

"in a way that would be
difficult to imagine today.

"I was of a generation
that challenged it

"politically and physically.

"We confronted
far-right thugs.

"Organized street patrols
to protect

"Black and Asian families

"and stood up
to police harassment.

"Patriots wish us to be
equally unthinking

"in our attachment
to the nation in every..."

[whistles]

Oh.

Ah.

What the fuck's that?

[Marianne hisses]

Is that a snake? Yuk!

[Paul] No, it's just
another whip snake.

[Harry] Orribile.
Get rid of it.

We have them every day.

Pen.

How's the room
of the ass?

A delight.
How's the room
of the monk?

[horn honking]

Oh, they made it.
Great, great, great.

Fantastic.

You'll love them.
Salty and sweet.

No, you're fine. It's hot
and they're communists.

And you're not speaking,
sweetheart, so I had
to make other plans.

Hey!

[Mireille] Hey!

[Harry] I wanna go in that car
one day, sweetheart.

[speaking indistinctly]

You can make a hell
of a lot more cash

directing music videos

than record producing,
apparently.

[Mireille speaking Italian]

[Harry] Here she is.
Here's the lady.

Marianne, I'd like you to meet
some very old friends of mine.

Mireille and Sylvie.

Marianne Lane.

She can't talk, I'm afraid.
That's rock 'n' roll for you.

It squeezes you like a lemon
then it throws you out.

Oh, but you're
going to sing again?

This is not forever.

And this is Paul.

[Penelope] Guess who I am.

Oh, my dear.
I know who you are.

[mouthing]

So lovely.

You're daddy's little rascal
we've been hearing about.

[Clara singing in Italian]

He told me once that
he'd lost six grands

worth of cocaine
out in the parking lot.

I mean, I've only seen
that much cocaine

in my life maybe twice.

And when he told me,

I nearly had a fucking
seizure in the green room.

I couldn't,
I couldn't let it go.

The thought of it
lying out there

under somebody's Dodge caravan

or pick-up or whatever, so...

I got a dozen roadies

to come out and shine
their cell phones and torches

under the cars
while he finished his set.

This is a stadium, remember.

So thousands
and thousands of cars

and this group of
roadies going...

"Where is it?
Is it here?"

And they found it?

[Harry] No,
they never found it.

Somebody else won that lotto.

He told me later
that he had planned

to kamikaze
the whole lot that night.

If he had then,
we would have found him

covered in shit
and fizz the next day

on a bathroom floor.

Mmm.

But I think that losing
that bag, it saved his life.

For a while.

[Mireille] To be a genius
is to be unruled.

To be unruled is to be alone.

Well, yeah.
For the first part maybe.
[chuckles]

[Sylvie] My sister has
attempted suicide.

[Harry] Oh, I'm sorry.

-Twice.
-Oh.

[Sylvie] Pills, both times.
It's the height of vanity, no?

You can't imagine
her embarrassment

when she discovered
that she lived.

Yeah, well, you know,
no one should be ashamed.

No. No.

I tell her to call me
if she feels it coming
over her again.

Now, every time
the phone rings,

I resent her a little more.

-And I think that--
-[glass shatters]

-[Sylvie gasps]
-Oh.

Mind your feet.

You can't live forever.

Exactly. None of us can.

Oh, Marianne will.

Well, we've bored her.

[chuckles]

[both exclaim]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can swim the sea ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

No, well, it was
something unbelievable,

and that was
when The Stones

came into their own,
so to speak. They...

killed their fathers,
so to speak,

in front of
millions of people,

and the first real casualty
of that was Brian Jones.

Wait a second, I'm sorry.

Don't you think we should
kill the light in the booth?

Yes, brilliant. Just right.
Good idea.

All right, make it as black
as you can. All right?

[Harry] "Paint it Black."

[chuckles]

I'll buy him a beer for that.
What's your name?

Uh, Paul.

-Harry. Pleased to meet you.
-Pleased to meet you.

[Harry] She is the woman
of the century

and I'm talking
about her soul now.

Underneath all the shit,
the shellac, the noise,

she is grounded.

She's a fucking empath.

When the spaceships come in,
she'll be right out in front.

With her arms wide open.

Saying, "Come, come to me,
beautiful aliens."

You're an idiot, man,
seriously.

You should meet her.

Why do you keep doing this?

-We're done.
-No, you're not.

Your bed's not even cold.
Come on.

Look at me. We're done.

No, Marianne Lane and I,

we've different music to make.
Different shit.

And on top of all that,

she's a trumpets-of-Jericho
white-hot fuck.

[chuckles]

I don't wanna hear it.

She fucks and she fucks
and she fucks.

Does she?

Yeah.

You don't wanna do this, man.

Yeah.

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Sweet things
You promised me, baby ♪

♪ Seem to go up in smoke ♪

♪ And vanish like a dream ♪

♪ Baby, I wonder why ♪

♪ Why you do
These things to me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm worried ♪

♪ Yeah, and I just can't seem
To find my way ♪

Yeah, Tom.

Tom, don't lay off
that kick drum, right.

Keep it going
with the heartbeat.

[Harry] That's it.
[vocalizing]

You happy, Harry?

Uh, nearly. That...
I'm not crazy about

the sound going
from the high-hat.

Can we move the mic...

Can we fix it,
and then can we go?

Can we fucking go?

-[Harry] Yeah.
-[sighs]

Hey. Praise fuck.
You made it. Ah.

-Good to see you, man.
-Come here.

We're just about to
go for a take, Paul.

-All right, let's hear it.
-Come, come, come.

Uh, Marianne. Paul.
Paul. Marianne.

Hello.

Onward pagan soldiers.
Okay, let's go.

[exhales]

Go, Harry. Go, Harry!

[both gasping]

Who won?

Harry. Maybe.

[Harry] No, no, he won.

Just about. Just. Whoo!

[whooping]

Champion.

See, I still got it.

Sylvie!

[yells]

[both squealing]

[indistinct conversation]

[♪ music playing
on record player]

[scoffs]

[Paul speaking indistinctly]

[shutter clicking]

[♪ Italian song playing]

And why are we
listening to this?

You want to end up
in a padded room? Fuck!

It was on the turntable.

Yeah, I know, but it's shit.

What we got here?

No, no, no.
Roxy Music, no.

Oh, oh,
some of this is good shit.

[Harry laughs]

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Look what they have, wait.
Where's Pen?

Pen!

-Pen!
-[sighs]

Pen! Come hear what
Daddy made. Come on.

[chuckles]

Okay, Marianne's heard this.
Sylvie.

Do you know this album?

I'm gonna tell you
a little story

about my contribution
to Rolling Stones' history.

Just after Darryl came in
and I was working
with Don Smith,

who'd done a lot of
Keith's solo stuff with me

and we're at
Windmill Lane in Dublin.

I remember it was raining,
non-stop Irish rain.

Wouldn't fucking stop
and I was quitting smoking

so it's coffee,
coffee, coffee.

And this song
which you are gonna hear,

it just wasn't
fucking working.

Keith is insisting
no drums.

And we're working away
and I think,

"No, no." I go to Keith
and I say,

"Okay, so can Ronnie do
a track on pedal steel?"

He goes,
"Yeah, but no drums."

So I'm thinking,
"And what the fuck?"

So I give Mick castanets.

So you've got Chuck Leavell
on the harmonium

and everyone is phoning in
all this beautiful shit.

But this song
is not taking off.

So I say to Keith,
"Do you trust me?"

He goes, "Yeah."

"If I promise no drums,
can we do a percussion track?"

He says,
"What's Charlie gonna play?"

And I'm thinking, "Yeah,
what is Charlie gonna play?"

But I'm asking myself,
"What's the sound?"

Something not too crisp.

And I look over
and I see in the corner...

Wait. What is it?

-[Sylvie] What is it?
-Wait. Listen, what is it?

It's not a drum.

[beats playing]

What is it?

Okay, listen.
What's that?

She knows.

Listen.

It's a trash can.

No.

It's an aluminum
fucking trash can.

So I pull Charlie
out in the stairwell.

We put a mic three floors up
and Keith's shaking his head

because he knows I'm right,

and as soon as Charlie starts
banging on it, we're off!

A can for trash.

Human evolution
in the key of "C."

Yeah, all that, I still can't
fucking move to it, you know.

Okay. What else have we got?

A-ha.

Okay, this is Tops.

[drums playing]

[Sylvie] You produce this?

Christ, no. I was 16.
This is Tops!

I didn't know it then
but I do now.

[singing in falsetto]
♪ Is there nothing I can say ♪

♪ Nothing I can do ♪

♪ To change your mind
I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ You're too deep in
You can't get out ♪

♪ You're just a poor girl
In a rich man's house ♪

[vocalizing]

Whoo!

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Baby, I'm crying over you ♪

♪ Now don't you know promises
Were never made to keep? ♪

[shutter clicking]

♪ Just like the night
Dissolve in sleep ♪

♪ I'll be your savior
Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your
emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your
Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah
The other night, crying ♪

♪ Cryin' ♪

♪ Yeah, baby
I'm crying, I'm crying ♪

♪ Whoo! ♪

♪ I'll be your savior
Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your
Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your
Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, I was
Dreaming last night ♪

♪ Last night I was dreamin' ♪

♪ How you'd be mine, mine
Mine, mine... ♪

[flies buzzing]

Did he not cook for you
when you were together?

[Harry] Oh, Marianne did
or it didn't happen.

Yeah, her mother
was mad for cooking.

It runs in the family.

Did you ever
meet her finally, Paul?

Yeah, last year
in the hospital.

[Harry] Pen,
she was a woman to know.

I loved everything
about her.

I can't believe the clock
can just run out
on a woman like that.

[Sylvie] Who is coming
to the festival tonight?

What?

San Gaetano.

[Paul] Well, I can't. I, uh...

[Mireille] Why? It's one of
the best nights in the year.

Everybody will be out.

Music horrible.
Dancing horrible.

Food horrible.

You can't stay away!

[Sylvie] And the police band
is playing.

Police band? Fuck.

[Sylvie] Yes. They are
not so bad, you know.

At least come
for the fireworks.

No, no, minou,
there is no
fireworks, cherie.

I've gotta test some lenses
before the weather breaks.

Come...
Come for the no fireworks.

Will you come?
Paul's gotta score lenses.

It'll mean you're free.

We can lend you the Mehari
so, uh, you can join us later.

Oh, very kind of you.

[squeals] Great!

[door opens]

[Paul] Hey,
I just spoke to Robyn.

I'm on Kossakovsky's shortlist
for his documentary.

[whispers] You wanna
choose a dress for me?

[Harry speaking indistinctly]

It's a bit plain.

Very charming.

[breathing deeply]

[gasping]

Now promise me
no talking tonight.

[Sylvie] Some are
on the island now. Hiding.

Last year one of the boats
was spotted

and the smugglers
just threw everybody
overboard to try to flee,

whilst the coastguards
did the rest.

But the goal,
of course, is France.

A lot of them
have family there.

There you go. Tunisia.

[Mireille] Tunisia.

[Harry] Yeah, you can smell
the jasmine from here.

[♪ music playing]

Oh, guys,
it has already started.

[Harry] Try to behave,
my angel.

[Sylvie] Yes.

I was talking to my daughter,
but you can be angel, too.

[Sylvie] I'll be your angel.

[Sylvie giggling]

[♪ festive music playing]

A drink without guilt.

Now, frankly,
it's sentimental to think

you can help Paul by
not drinking in front of him.

Or not talking about it
for that matter.

Come on, it was a year ago.
I mean, if he...

If he can't even hear
the subject mentioned,

and you have to go
kicking over glasses,

it's just ridiculous.

And people talk
about addiction.

They talk about suicide.
It happens.

You know, I doubt he wanted
to kill himself anyway.
If you ask me,

he wanted to kill
the whole world, Marianne.

[huffs]
Yeah, come on.

I mean, you know,

we both know him.
It's misdirection,

that's what they call it.

A case of
psychic misdirection.

Anyway, sorry.

You both look
great together.

He takes
very good care of you.

And I mean it,
he does.

And you look fantastic.
You both look amazing.

Wonderful.
Wonderful to see you.

And you know,
this invalid thing,
it suits you.

Yeah, I know, it does,
because the roles
are reversed

and Paul can nurse you
for a change.

No.

Come on,
I didn't mean it
like that.

Fuck. Okay, okay.

[chuckles] All right,
all right, all right.

Nice dress, nice dress.

[girl] Yeah, of course. Yeah.

I'll see you, yes?

Bye, see you.

[Penelope] You were my hero
until just now.

Yeah, I'm sorry,
I couldn't stay away.

You all right?

She was just boring
the life out of me, is all.

Oh, you didn't look bored.

Yes, I know, thank you.

My trouble is that

I fall in love with
every pretty thing.

That sounds paralyzing.

"Try not to frighten
the horses."

I always loved
you saying that.

Because it was
always funny to me,

because you, always,
frightened the fucking horses.

You... Whereas Paul...

[sighs deeply]

What's the point of Paul
in your life now?

I was angry with you.

Yeah, I know
I was slutting around

but you took
everything so hard.

And now look
what I've done. I've...

thrown you this square.

Yeah, he's square.
Marianne,
he's a square bear.

He's all cuddly and built
for hibernating with.

And he's stuck.

I will always be grateful
to you for Paul.

How are you
dealing with this?

Hmm?

[scoffs]

What if it doesn't
come back?

[sighs]

No, it's...
It might not come back.

Have you thought
about that?

It's your fucking life!

Your voice is
your fucking life!

No doubt you'll just
reinvent yourself again.

Won't you?

Is wearing your mother's
clothes that reinvention?

I don't think so.

Anyway, I suppose you have
your "mummy" phase

and I'll have
my "daddy" phase.

[chuckles]

But, one way or another,

we're just gonna grow
old together, aren't we?

[softly] I'm happy, Harry.

Can't you stand that?

Would you think
I was being ingratiating

if I said I wanted
to make documentaries?

Just pick up a camera
and go

film the kids in Mansoura
or something.

Oh, have you been there?

I wouldn't let
that stop me.

What, you want
some advice?

Why, because I'm a girl?

No.

No, you should definitely
go to Mansoura

or Detroit.
Whatever moves you.

Just don't do it
the "Harry way."

Just lay low,
keep your mouth shut.

You know, don't take a camera.
Go empty-handed, seriously.

You'll humiliate yourself
any other way.

Trust me,
I know everything about it.

[camera beeps]

All right,
I'm not afraid of that.

[shutter clicks]

Do you want some?

No. I don't smoke.

Doesn't mean
you don't want some.

Yes, it does.

You must have been
really desperate

to crash your car like that.

Excuse me?

He said you were
shot out of it, really far.

You didn't leave a note
or anything?

That's what he said?

He thinks it's the most
interesting thing you've done.

He thinks you're too conceited

to stand being
addicted to anything.

I'm guessing
he's talking about drinking.

[scoffs]

Are you waiting for
a reaction or something?

Don't waste your time.

[man announcing in Italian]

[crowd cheering]

[cheering]

[announcer continues
speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[Harry in English]
That's the guy
who gave us the table.

Come on,
let's perch over here.

[♪ festive music playing]

When did we last do this?

How many years ago?
When we were innocent babes.

[Harry] Come on. Come on.

Oh, fuck,
there's nobody here.

[speaking Italian]

[in English]
Oh, no, he says the screen
is broken. Oh, fuck.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Find something
we'd be embarrassed

to sing anywhere else.

Come.

Come here.

[sighs]

Okay.

♪ I'm the brightest
Star you know ♪

♪ I'm Miss Manhattan ♪

♪ In my hand
Your body and soul ♪

[crowd cheering]

♪ Come, come, come to me ♪

♪ I'm a dream
You've never seen ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me
Direction NYC ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me ♪

♪ I'm a dream
You've never seen ♪

♪ Come, come, come to me
Direction NYC ♪

[crowd chanting] Marianne...

♪ Sometimes I stay out late ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm having fun ♪

♪ Yes, I guess
You know by now ♪

♪ That you ain't
The only one ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Sweet things that
You promised me, babe ♪

♪ Seem to go up in smoke ♪

♪ You vanish like a dream ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm worried ♪

♪ I just can't seem
To find my way ♪

Whoo!

♪ Oh, the nights I stand ♪

[speaks Italian]

[in English] Come on!

♪ Unforgettable ♪

[Harry chuckles]

♪ In every way ♪

[man] Can I have her
after you've finished
with her, Daddy?

[both singing]
♪ And forever more ♪

♪ That's how you'll stay ♪

♪ That's how you'll stay ♪

♪ That's why, darling
It's incredible ♪

♪ That someone
So unforgettable ♪

♪ Thinks that I am
Unforgettable, too ♪

[giggles]

-[man] Daddy!
-Whoo!

[cheering]

[Harry] You're the best thing
that ever happened to me.

[crowd chanting]
Marianne! Marianne!

[electric guitar playing]

[chanting continues]

That was fantastic.

[Sylvie] Oh.

[Harry] Good night, girls.

[indistinct conversations]

[Harry and Mireille
talking indistinctly]

[Marianne breathes heavily]

[sighs]

Was it Mireille?

[softly] Yeah.

[both chuckling]

Hold on, give it to me.

Yeah, you do it.

By the way, what's...

Remember that woman
he was with, um...

she was teaching at NYU?
What's her name again?

-Kristy.
-Yeah, Kristy.

-Busty Kristy, yeah.
-They were swinging, right.

What did you say?
Dusty Kristy?

Busty Kristy.

Yeah, she had like
huge melons.

[both laughing]

You remember
they were swinging, right?

Yeah.

Yeah. Now what was it?
Groups, men, college boys...

-Everybody.
-...college girls.

He'd fuck everything,
that's what I'm saying.

He doesn't
believe in limits.

Well, if you're talking
about Penelope,

I'll tell you that
whatever's going on there,

it's mutual.

And it's a great couple.
Come on, look at them.

-[softly] Don't.
-[chuckles]

Really. He was...

I mean, he'd fuck Clara,
he's made that clear.

Mmm-hmm.

He'd fuck you.

Mmm-hmm.

So? That makes all of us.

[both chuckling]

[Marianne]
He must just not know

how it looks with Penelope.

I think I should
say something.

[Paul] Trust me, she can
handle herself just fine.

Which one of these
do you prefer?

Me, too.

[telephone ringing]

[Paul] Yeah, well, that woman

drives like a lunatic,
you know that.

[Harry] Well, I was driving
and she distracted me.

-Are you hurt?
-No, I'm fine.

Listen, I think
if it's both of us,

then we can push it together.

Well, you need a tow truck,
that's what you need.

Oh, Christ,
will you come or not?

[Penelope]
They both tell me "yes,"

but I don't think
he really is.

I mean,
we don't even really look

or act very much
alike at all.

I'm gonna ask him
to take the test.

There are reasons
I'd like to know.

Private reasons.

[Paul] What the fuck happened?

Yeah, I was going and coming
at the same time.

[Paul] Where's Mireille?

[Harry] She went home
to wash her mouth.

How the hell do you
want us to move that?

Uh, well, it's hooked.
It won't roll forward.

I think if we release
the handbrake,

we can pull it back
on to the road.

All right,
let's push it.

-Careful.
-Yeah.

[both] One, two, three.

[Harry] Fuck!

[groaning]

Okay. And again.

All right, yeah, let's go.

One, two, three.

[grunting]

[chuckling]

Fuck.

It's not gonna work.
Forget about it.

Jesus Christ. Too hot
for white people. Fuck.

You're pretty domesticated
for a rock star.

You were with Harry for,
what, six years?

And you've been
with Paul for how long?

[chuckles]

Cool.

I heard that
there used to be six songs

on either side
of a record album.

You'd hear six
and then you'd have to flip

the thing over to hear more.

[hoarse voice]
Have I done...

Have I done something
to upset you?

You know what?

I bet they put one really
good song on each side,

so you just
keep flipping it over.

By the way,
have you seen my iPod?

Because that sneaky Harry

is always trying to
get into it to see what
I've been listening to.

[dog barking]

[Harry] So,
you're working again?

Yeah, I'm shooting
for hire nowadays.

A Russian master,
Kossakovsky.
You know him?

Mmm... No.

Six country shoot.

Uh-huh.

Keeps me busy for a while.

When are you
finishing yours?

Oh, you remember that?

Yeah, of course.

Lost Dog: American Journalism
in the 21st Century.

You showed me that amazing
Cronkite interview.

Yeah.

Yeah. What...

You're not giving that up,
too, are you?

You shot all that footage.

What is it just lying
in a drawer somewhere?

No, actually
it's in a closet.
Five hard drives.

But that can wait.

Yeah, well,
"adjust your goals,
not the world."

Is that the same advice
you'd give Pen?

[chuckles] No.
She's young.

She should change the world
any chance she gets.

I think the women should
change things now, anyway.

We've had our chance.

[♪ classical music
plays on radio]

[Harry] Anyway, you will find
your way back to it.

Just gotta get your finance.
A good editor, some guts.

Just shut the fuck up,
all right?

Just stop talking
and we'll be fine.

Can you do that?

Thanks a lot.

Well, I thought it was
a good observation.

Well, it's the way
you give it.

It's not very careful.

Well, it's how I care,
isn't it?

Honesty is
the greatest fidelity.

Yeah, well, the world is not
ready for your honesty.

I don't believe
in half-truths.

Oh, well, you used to.

Yeah, well, I learned
my lesson then, didn't I?

Not in time,
but I learned it.

I think going bust
with Marianne was

the great dumb tragedy
of my great dumb life.

It feels good
to say it to you.

But you learned your lesson
in time, though, didn't you?

I mean,
that's the important thing.

Thank God for
emergency rooms, eh?

Hey, how did
my beauties sleep?

[chuckles]

My adorable ones. [whooping]

[Penelope]
Did you get the car out?

No, we couldn't move it.

We need Clara to tell us
what to do, I think.

Hey! Oh!

[♪ poignant music playing]

[gasps]

Can I borrow the wheels?
I want to see people.

Pen, do you wanna come?

What?

Groceries? Okay.
We'll go together.

I need more treasure.
Throw your watch in.

-I'm reading.
-Well, I need a shipwreck!

Throw in a chair.

I'm not gonna
throw in a chair,
I'm sorry.

[chuckles]

[Clara speaking Italian]

[Paul] Okay, Clara.

Shouldn't you be going
round the island?

Go check it out,
it's pretty beautiful
out here.

I wouldn't know where to go.

There's a lake.
Pretty close by.

Lot of kids come out,
bring guitars, play music.

It's fun.
You should check it out.

Show me.

[Clara speaking Italian]

It's two miles from here.
It's not so far.

Walking?

Yeah, it's a proper hike.

You should be up for it.

[sighs]

Okay.

[sighs]

You wanna see me
do a handstand?

Yeah, go ahead.

The Allies bombed
the hell out of this island.

Maybe the market's up here,
you know?

I think it is.

Bit of a beaten-up old town.

[indistinct conversation]

I think it's down here.

Yeah.

[Marianne hoarsely]
It can look a bit full on.

A bit, in a situation
like last night,

it could be misconstrued.

What do you mean...
What do you mean, Marianne?

How you treat Penelope.

[scoffs]

What shit.

I'm too brash,
I'm too impulsive.

I'm too a lot of things,

but, Christ, I'm sound.

I mean, look, if you ask me,
do I find my daughter sexy?

Have I caught myself
enjoying the sight of her?
Yeah, I have.

I didn't know her
until a year ago.

So, yeah,
it's a little odd.

[children laughing]

I acknowledge
and I deal with the shit

that goes on in my head.

Coming from Paul,
this would be outrageous.

Paul is Paul.
But coming from you...

I mean,
what is the impulse here?

To humiliate me or...
What is it really?

[hoarsely] Harry.

-This is not about us!
-Isn't it?

We've been
testing each other

ever since
I got off the plane.

Well, I've never
stopped but...

I mean, come on.
It's me.

Stop, stop this
lying to yourself.

[hoarsely] Listen.

I am not gonna
leave Paul for you!

Oh, what you don't...

What, you thought
I was here for the capers?

They used to process
slaves on this island.

Did you know that?

[chuckles]

I hate this
fucking island.

Look, let's not
get things confused.

[shouts]
I'm not fucking
my daughter!

Oh...

So fucking predictable.
Big enough audience?

[chuckles]
Are you kidding?

We've just made
their vacation.

Haven't we?

[♪ melodious music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[indistinct chattering]

[speaking in other language]

[Paul] I did leave a note.

But, anyway,
we tore it apart when I, uh...

when I got out
of the hospital.

You and Marianne?

Yeah.

What did it say?

Oh, just her name.

I wanted to write it down
one last time.

[Harry] I want you
to see this.

[speaking Italian]

[Harry speaking]

[female reporter on TV
speaking]

[Rosa speaking]

[female reporter on TV]

[Rosa speaking]

[Giuseppe speaking]

[reporter on TV]

Mmm.

Mmm.

[wind whooshing]

[cow moos]

[footsteps approaching]

[in English] Okay?

[whispering indistinctly]

No, you...

You don't need
to apologize. Ever.

You never have.

Come.

[♪ orchestral music playing]

[Harry] Well, they've
gotta be here somewhere.

They must have gone off
for a hike or something.

[♪ music playing on radio]

Can you do the ricotta?

Here, be careful.

Take that out.

Uh...

[Marianne whimpers]

[Marianne whimpers and gasps]

[Marianne gasps]

[gasping]

[both groaning]

[Harry] Come on.

This is you, it's in you.
Let it out, fuck it, come on.

[gasping]

Come on, this is happening,
it's happening.

-[softly] Darling...
-It's happening. Come on.

-Come on.
-[sniffling]

He put a bell on your neck.

[sobs softly]

[softly] I'm glad he did.

I can love you now.

Look, don't be angry.

I love you.

Then we shouldn't
see each other anymore.

[groans]

[Penelope speaking
indistinctly]

I love, I love.

I had to conquer
all things Italian.

[Harry] Ah. We were gonna
start without you.

I'm sorry,
we got kinda lost.

Uh-huh.

[Harry] Parmigiano,
please, Pen.

[Penelope clears throat]

Thanks.

So you two
must be starving.

You went swimming as well, no?

[Penelope] We did.

Where? At the lake?

Um, no. Actually, uh,
Paul took us to the cliffs.

[Harry] Hmm.

We dived and dived and dived.

How was the wind?

Well, I'll need
a spoon to scrape

the sand out of my eyes,
that's for sure.

[Penelope chuckles]

[Harry] Well, you got
your beach, then.

-More or less.
-[Penelope] Yeah.

It was better than a beach.

[Paul] Actually, there are
a couple of beaches here.

Like micro beaches
or something.

I don't know what they
call them, but really tiny.

Just for three or four people.
It's beautiful.

You can do anything
you like out there, really.

If the wind dies down,

that's what we do next.
You'd love it.

By the way,
did Marianne make this?

Yeah.

[Paul] This is so good,
I can tell.

Cilantro.
That's her signature.

She'll put it in anything.

-[Harry scoffs]
-[Paul] What?

-Will she? [chuckles]
-[Paul] Yeah.

By the way, they always
say in Pantelleria,

people eat a lot of capers.

But so far
we haven't eaten any, right?

Oh, I have.

[gasps]

[Harry] Fucking gecko shit!

[chuckles]

[inhales deeply]

I think I'm gonna go watch
a movie or something.

You good?

Yeah. You?

Yeah, I'm just beat
from the day.

Pretty beat.

Okay.

Good night, Pen.

[Penelope] Good night.

Hope she didn't catch cold.

She's just tired.
It was a long day.

[Marianne] Hmm.

[hoarsely] Swimming...

Swimming can
take it out of you.

[Paul] How was your day?

Any good?

[knocks on door]

Pen? It's Harry.

Come in.

Sorry, um, it was just--

You asked me to tell you

when I was ready
to go back,
and I'm ready.

Okay.

I've had my vacation.

Did what you wanted to do?
You--

It was fantastic.

I'll remember it always.

Yeah, well...

maybe go tomorrow.
Good night.

[Penelope] Night-night.

[door opens]

I've got your pills.

[car starting]

I'm done with him. Aren't you?

[door closes]

[indistinct conversation
over headphones]

[dog barking]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[Harry] All the little snakes
are sleeping.

[mumbling]

[sighs deeply]

[grunts softly]

[groans]

Oh, fuck.

Are you waiting for me?

Shh.

[gasps]

That's a nice surprise.

If you have something
to say to me, say it.

[softly] Keep your
voice down.

What, you think I'm plastered?

Tonight's not
the night for it.

No, tonight is definitely
the night for it.

Paul, fuck.
Seems you agree, huh?

Why don't you
do me a favor?

Go to bed.

Harry, listen...

we need to talk.

No, I need to pack.

I need to wake Pen up.

I need to be out of here
by dawn.

I don't particularly wanna
see you in the light of day.

Yeah.

[keys jangling]

Uh, I'll take a cab
in the morning. So, uh...

thanks for
the use of your car, sir.

[groans softly]

Are we fighting?

[softly] I'm sorry.

[chuckles]
You're too much. Fuck.

Harry, come on.

Why don't you go
wake my daughter up? Huh?

You can tell her to pack...

and we'll get the fuck
out of here right now.

Did you fuck her or not?

[scoffs softly]

Did you fuck her or not?

Did you fuck Marianne?

[chuckles]

It's not the same, man.

You know what
the problem--

You know what
the problem is...

is I gave you
too much credit.

We were friends.
Better than brothers.

Better than all those
shits in their lofts

talking about
who the fuck cares what.

And now, you just...

You just tolerate me.

Do you know
how offensive that is to me?

Think what you want,
judge the hell out of me,

but don't fucking
tolerate me!

[scoffs softly]

You don't deserve
either of them.

Neither do you.

You have no idea of the shit
that I got her out of. Off of.

Well, I got her off you.

What?

I gave her to you.

You're obscene.

We're all obscene.
Everyone's obscene.

That's the whole
fucking point.

We see it and we
love each other anyway.

Love? I was wondering

how long it would
take you to pull that...

[chuckles softly]

You hit me.

[mockingly] You hit me.

[scoffs]

[coughing]

All right, Paul.

I don't know
what I'm doing either.

Here, help me out, will you?

Yeah, come on, I'm sorry.

What is this?
What are you...

[straining]

[Harry groans]

[both coughing]

[both grunting]

[Harry gasps]

[both gasping]

[inaudible]

Harry, come on.
Come on, don't do this.

Look at me, look at me,
look at me.

Harry, come on, come on!
Come on!

Harry, Harry.

Harry.

[♪ insidious music playing]

[trembles]

[♪ dramatic music playing]

[dog barking]

[vehicle approaching]

[snoring]

[whispering in Italian]

[in English]
Mr. Harry. In the pool.

Dead.

Dead!

[♪ rock music playing]

[shouts]

[screaming]

[Clara] No!

[continues screaming]

[Clara speaking Italian]

[continues screaming]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can swim the sea ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

♪ But you'll never be free ♪

♪ You can shake it up ♪

♪ Or I can bring it down ♪

[gasps]

♪ We can make
Each other happy ♪

♪ We can make
Each other happy ♪

♪ We can make
Each other happy ♪

[speaking Italian]

♪ You can climb a mountain ♪

♪ You can jump into the fire ♪

♪ But you'll never be free
No, no, no ♪

♪ You can shake me up ♪

♪ I can bring you down ♪

Mister!

♪ We can make
Each other happy ♪

♪ Oh, we can
Make each other happy ♪

♪ Oh, we can
Make each other happy

♪ We can make
Each other happy ♪

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Hello, sir.

[speaking Italian]

[in English]
It's a... It's an album.

Um, Emotional Rescue
by The Rolling Stones.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] It's music.

[speaking Italian]

[Paul in English]
Here you go, sir.

[speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo clears throat]

[in English]
What time Mr. Harry...

in the water?

[mumbles]

...splash in the water.

Well, he went out
after dinner, uh,
around 10:00.

And we were asleep
before he came back, so...

[speaking Italian]

[both] No, no, no.

After 10:00.

[speaking Italian]

[in English]
What time, uh, you...

[snores]

...in the bed?

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Um, around 1:30.

And then
I took a sleeping pill.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Drugs?
No, of course not. It...

-Jesus, it's a medicine.
All right? To go to sleep.
-[sighs]

[speaking Italian]

[in English] He says station
Carabinieri. 2:00.

[speaking Italian]

[whirring]

[man speaking indistinctly]

[man shouting]

[machine whirring]

[engine starts, revs]

[indistinct shouting]

[speaking Italian]

Grazie.

[man speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo] Mister.

Paul De Smedt.

[in English] Morning. You can
speak English or French.

[notary speaks Italian]

[indistinct conversations]

[hoarsely] Are you hurt?

Of course.

I'll be sad forever.

No, I'm...

Yesterday...

Paul, he has a wound.

Did you see it?

Yeah.

Here. On the side.

[man speaking Italian]

[Maresciallo speaking]

[in English] We know you are
recovering from surgery,

and it's not easy
for you to talk.

[cell phone vibrating]

[Maresciallo speaking Italian]

How long you
Mr. De Smedt's friend?

You were awake?
You were awake last night?

[speaking Italian]

The sand at the bottom
of the pool...

show movement.

As if several people
were in the water.

Or maybe only two.

Two moving around a lot.

Or maybe fighting.

[exhales]

[coughing]

[hoarsely] If you are talking
about charging Paul De Smedt,

I need to call my lawyers.

[speaking Italian]

[in English]
No, no, don't worry.

[speaking Italian]

[whispers] Please tell me.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

[notary in English]
Maresciallo will find out
what happened.

He must take care
of other drownings.

Yesterday seven immigrants
died in the sea.

Survivors are deported

to the detention centers
in the mainland.

Immigrants in Lampedusa
are more than locals now.

It's a tragedy.

It start here,
but they go far.

[Marianne hoarsely]
When did you find them?

12:00 yesterday.

And seven drowned
in the sea.

There is a path...

[notary translating]

...at the house.

It comes up behind the pool.

You saw it?

And then...
Anybody could...

have come up there...

when Mr. Hawkes
was swimming and...

we would never
have heard them.

[in English] He will ask them.

They cannot be offended
more than they already are.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

Now, the girl.

You and Mr. De Smedt
have to stay here now.

But the girl,
she can travel if she want.

But she need her mother
to send the letter

because minors
cannot travel

without consent
of the parents.

[speaking Italian]

[in English] She's 17.

[Marianne hoarsely] Paul?

Paul?

[rumbling]

[exhales]

[softly] I tried to save him.
I tried, I tried.

I tried.

[thunder rumbling]

I'm sorry.

[sobbing] I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

[knock on door]

Yeah?

Hi. It's me.

-Huge fucking crowd
out there.
-Hmm.

They're turning people away.
[chuckles]

So Derek tells me

that Worried About You
is off the set list?

-Uh-huh.
-Is that true?

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Harry, don't ask me to do

sentimental things
for you anymore.

It's not fair on Paul.

Stop that, would you?
Just stop it.

-[knock on door]
-Yeah?

Marianne, it's time.

Okay.

It's not about
fucking Paul.
And you know that.

[crowd cheering]

[softly]
For fuck's sake.
Fuck's sake.

[Marianne groans]

Come on.
Why are you resisting me?

It's done.

Don't let it upset you.

[thunder rumbling]

[siren wailing]

Well, do you want me
to let you know

if there's some
kind of service

for friends or something?

[hoarsely]
Why did you lie to us?

I didn't lie.

You're not 22,
you're 17.

Christ, you're still
in high school.

And you speak Italian?

-Yeah? Yeah.
-[sighs]

And you sat there,
over and over,
with people...

struggling to communicate
with one another.

Do you like to watch people
having a hard time?

Is that it?

Is that the kind of woman
you wanna be?

I would just rather be
left alone. It's different.

No.

That's not different.

I wasn't your enemy.
None of us was.

[chuckles]

Don't let it
upset you. Okay?

[Penelope gasps]

[chuckles]

[women speaking
indistinctly on PA]

[metal detector beeps]

[♪ sentimental music playing]

[sobbing]

[captain speaking Italian]

[in English]
Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your Captain speaking.

On behalf of Alitalia
and the crew,

we'd like to welcome you
aboard this flight

to Roma Fiumicino.

Loading operations
are being completed,

and we will be ready
to leave shortly.

Today's flying time will be

approximately 1 hour
and 10 minutes.

Weather-wise,
whilst it's raining here
in Pantelleria,

the forecast for Rome
is bright and sunny

with a temperature
of about 30 degree Celsius.

We thank you for flying
with us, and we wish...

[police siren blaring]

[hoarsely] Don't move.

[Maresciallo speaks Italian]

[gasping]

[hoarsely] My name?

Oh.

[both laughing]

Your name?

[chuckles]

[speaking Italian]

[softly] Okay, I go.
I go now.

[in English]
You very nice people.

You can go home now.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

[siren blaring]

[hoarsely] He's a fan.

A fan.

♪ Is there nothing I can say ♪

♪ Nothing I can do ♪

♪ To change your mind ♪

♪ I'm so in love with you ♪

♪ You're too deep in ♪

♪ And you can't get out ♪

♪ You're just a poor girl
In a rich man's house ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crying over you ♪

♪ Don't you know promises
Were never made to keep? ♪

♪ Just like the night
They dissolve in sleep ♪

♪ I'll be your savior
Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your
Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your
Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah, baby ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm crying ♪

♪ Crying, crying ♪

♪ You think you're one of a ♪

♪ Special breed ♪

♪ You think that you're his ♪

♪ Pet Pekinese ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I was dreaming last night ♪

♪ I was dreaming
Dreaming how ♪

♪ You'd be mine ♪

♪ But I was crying, crying ♪

♪ Like a child, yeah ♪

♪ I was crying, crying ♪

♪ Like a child, baby ♪

♪ Ooh! You will be mine ♪

♪ Mine, mine, mine ♪

♪ You could be mine, baby ♪

♪ I come to you ♪

♪ So silent in the night ♪

♪ So stealthy
So animal quiet ♪

♪ I'll be your savior ♪

♪ Steadfast and true ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

♪ I'll come to your ♪

♪ Emotional rescue ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ You should be mine ♪

♪ All mine ♪

[vocalizing]