All language subtitles for sJulia và Julia

I think that this time we
managed to shoot you...

more spicy and erotically charged!

To the creation of beauty, darlings!

To the enjoyment of beauty!

You definitely deserved such a day

of beauty and pampering.

That's the least of what I deserve.

While my husband is out there
with that damn girl,

who is barely over our daughter's age.

That's why right now I needed
to feel like a woman.

Alive, desirable...
not just a piece of furniture.

Because that's what I am to him now.

This day was fantastic,

and I can't wait to see
the finished photos.

Thank you.

What are you going to do?

I mean... about your husband's infidelity?

I'm tired of fulfilling
his silly sexual fantasies.

Now he's found himself a dirty schoolgirl

...of appropriate age.

You know, darlings...

A man is like a dog -

he'll run around and then come back home.

Okay.

What, are you sad again?

Is it about George?

You know, I never want
to get married again.

At a certain age, it seems almost
like a challenge,

"The Race for the Husband."

To fall in love, marry...

who will be the first to complete
your life's to-do list.

Everyone wants to get married,
but nobody knows why.

As if a ring on your finger is some
acknowledgment of your self-worth.

Someone wants to marry me? It must mean
I'm worth something.

Don't be so dramatic.

You and George are a good couple.

And I don't think that love

is irreversibly gone.

It just moved to another level.

Okay, okay...

Your hormones have calmed down,
and the relationship has become a routine,

but, my dear, that's inevitable
and it happens to everyone.

Especially those

who have lived together for a long time.

I don't think that...

Maddy, I have tried to improve
the situation.

But when people are sick of
each other to death,

erotic lingerie and a trip to Bali
won't help anymore.

I think I'll stay at the studio
for the night.

Lots of work to do, yes.

Do you have a night shift?

Too bad...

Okay, I won't hold you up any longer,

I'll get back to work.

Okay, me too.

- Good morning!
- Good morning!

Hey, did you know that the artist who
rented the free space upstairs

is goddamn sexy?

I just met him.

I thought it was a woman who rented it out.

So...

"Elias Bloom is one of the most
provocative contemporary artists,

35 years old, recently moved back
to Latvia from Italy,

where he spent the last ten years,

he's into psychology, symbolism
and mythology,

the dichotomy between life and death,

the conflict between morality
and amorality."

He doesn't have any conflicts there

because he's just a pervert
without any morals.

So - three women at the same time...?

Admirable!

Admirable stamina.

Why are you surprised?
He's an artist, sex drives them!

Creatives breathe bohemian lifestyle!

Morals kill inspiration.
At least that's his explanation.

Hidden, inexplicable desires for more...

...more than the daily routine.
Maybe you have them too?

You should talk to this Elias.
More intimately...

Maybe that's why
your marriage isn't working?

You miss the bohemian lifestyle!

Because you're an artist too.

You know, I definitely don't miss
the orgies I saw last night.

Sex that gives true
pleasure and satisfaction

is possible only between two people.

You make love with a
personality, not just a body.

With someone you care about.

At least you won't be alone
in the building at night.

Don't scare me!

Okay, who's coming to the photoshoot today?

Tina.

And what does she want?

The same as the others.

To escape a routine.

I wanted to apologize for last night.

Wine?

I'm sorry about the noise...

I didn't think someone else
would be in the building.

Nice studio.

So, you're a photographer?

Yes, I do women's portraits,

mostly boudoir photoshoots.

I'm Elias.

Ivy.

Cheers...

...Ivy.

May I?

I love how you manipulate the model's look.

Full amplitude. You're talented.

I don't think I manipulate.

I show the woman another side of her,

and through my eyes, she can see
her true power and potential.

Why do you shoot only women?

Beautiful!

Very hot, Daniel! Beautiful!

Your pictures are better
than the real thing.

They're not, I just know where to look.

I see you as you want to see yourself.

I suppose that's right.

Trust me, Daniel, the reality
is not so bad either.

Hello, girls.

We're almost done, just a few more shots.

Almost done?

He's in the top 20 of the sexiest men
in Latvia.

I'm not doing anything, Ivy.
It's your talent, your vision.

- We have a great material.
- Oh, really?

The photos will be ready in three to
four weeks, I'll let you know...

and we'll grab some coffee.

Got it, thank you.
This was a really great experience.

Thank you both!

I'll go with you,
my car is at the service...

It would be a shame to waste
an opportunity to be

taken home by the most desirable
bachelor in Latvia!

Okay, bye!

What was all that filth?

What do you mean?

That's it, no more men.

Why can't you accept that photography

is just a job, same as anything else.

Do you think that a gynecologist
desires all his patients?

I just told you - absolutely not!

Don't you get it?

I bought this studio for you.

I arranged the best classes,
the best instructors for you.

And that's why there will be no more men
in this studio.

I want to try something.

Be my model.

Go stand... there.

I thought you were a painter,
not a photographer.

Photography is like painting.

You know very well what to do. Let's play.

- Here?
- Yes.

Pull down the strap.

What?

Pull down one of the straps.

It's late, I have to go home.

I'll be waiting for you upstairs, Ivy.

Looking good.

Are you hungry? I ordered some sushi.
Your favorite...

Thank you.

How was your day?

Good. And yours?

As usual.

A few strokes, deaths.
The students are as lazy as ever.

I missed you.

I'm cleaning.

It's okay. Put it down.

George... George, I don't want to.

I'm still tired.

Great.

My wife just rejected me.

What do I have to do for you to want me?

Maybe I should go out, start drinking,
I don't know...

quit my job, live on the street,
then you'll desire me?

We have sex.

It's not my problem that it's not
often enough for you.

How many times did you really want it?

Want some company?

Come inside.

I'm not bothering you?

I saw that the lights were on
in your studio.

What are you painting? — I don't know yet.

I never know at the beginning.

Nothing is more agonizing
than a blank canvas.

And nothing is more beautiful.

Because there's nothing yet.

Irritation.

Why are you so drawn to blood?

Blood...

Blood is something that people fear.
They faint.

And I love to provoke fear.

It's absurd how many people fear death.

Considering the crippled
and painful lives they lead.

So it's not death...

But according to you,
life is blood and pain?

You think it's not?

People have many contradictory features.

But most of all, I'm attracted to
all kinds of martyrs, masochists.

Are you repulsed by it?

No. I don't know. But...

You can say that it's disgusting.

It's supposed to be disgusting.

Or else, how can it mirror reality?

And the mirror?

So that anyone who looks at it
remembers that

even if blood isn't visible,

it doesn't mean that it's not there?

Burn all my paintings as something
satanic and immoral?

I don't know.

I have to think about it.

How would you paint me?

I'll show you.

Are you still not afraid of me?

Should I be afraid of you?

Yes, Ivy.

You definitely should be afraid of me.

I want you now.

Then take me. From behind.

You are incredible.

Did you...?

Yes, of course.

I'll take a shower, okay?

I wanted to surprise my husband.

On our anniversary. Something special.

You know how it can kick things up, right?

A disgustingly perfect couple.

It's not that we haven't had problems. No.

They're a gift to my lover.

I've known for some time
that he's cheating on me.

We've been together for over a year.

But I'm ashamed that I've been married
to such a man for almost 20 years.

The decision to separate is the only way
to start missing the other person.

I don't know where the love goes.
But sometimes that happens.

Our marital bed is shared by
a party member's dick.

Don't rush away, stay a bit longer.

I can't.

Friday night.

I have a new Tinder match.

And I think that this time it will be
something special.

Besides...

You have something better than Tinder,
you don't even need to swipe -

you have a ticket for the next date.

I don't get it...

I met our building manager,

he brought our new parking permits.

I already took mine.

This one's for you. And this is for Elias.

Why are you looking at me like that?

The manager said he wasn't there,

so I volunteered to hand it over.

And I can do it.

I don't want to see Elias. I won't go.

Okay, I'm going.

Bye!

Am I disturbing?

What do you want, Ivy?

I just brought you the new permit.

The manager came by and you weren't here.

So you came here because of a permit?

No. That's not why you came.

Why did I come then?

I just...

You...

You wanted this.

You can't deny it.

I don't...

Just say it isn't so. Lie to me.

What's wrong with your marriage?

Nothing.

Me.

When I got married, I thought
it would be forever, but...

But forever turned out to be boring.

Sorry, your relationship with your husband
is none of my business.

- Oysters!
- Yes.

I don't want to talk.

Darling, please answer. He just wants
to congratulate you.

Answer, or it'll get worse.

He'll think that we're partying too hard.

You'll have to explain it later.

Hello, sweetie! Happy birthday.

You'll get your gift later.
It's something really special.

Thank you. How are you?
Have you checked in?

I just got here. The hotel is perfect.

Very boutique.

Yes, good service. There's...

...fruit, wine, a cheese platter.

It's just great.

Too bad you're not here.

It would be much more fun
to enjoy it together.

Actually, George, we're not doing
too bad here.

Right, right...

Okay, I won't bother you any longer.

Enjoy your evening.

Miss you.

- Have a great conference!
- Bye!

Such a small, narrow line...

How can it be suffocating?

Your husband is in Paris,
and we're celebrating!

Yes!

Cheers to turning 31!

- Yes, yes, yes...
- It's crazy.

I loved being Elias' whore.

A filthy whore.

Do you remeber what Bridget Jones said?

You may feel like a filthy whore,

but you can also regard yourself
as a powerful woman

who uses men for her own pleasure.

Yes, but she definitely wasn't talking
about Elias Bloom.

Men like him don't let women use them.

Quite the contrary.

Darling, what Elias Bloom does to you
is not magic.

You just haven't discovered
all your stimuli yet.

It's frightening.

I almost completely lost control
because of him.

I didn't just forget about my marriage,

with him, I felt like nothing was
taboo anymore.

I wanted to do everything he proposed.

- How is that possible?
- It's passion, dear.

Pheromones and hormones are going crazy.

And if you're sexually compatible,

of course you want to try everything.

Passion has no limits, only the mind does.

In any case, experimenting with sexuality

is a good way to understand yourself.

How can you know what turns you on
if you haven't tried it first?

So we can assume that my one-night
adventure was worth it in a way.

No, dear.

I don't think that it'll be just one night.

Elias Bloom won't let you go that easily,

especially now that you've just started.

Experiment... but don't lose
your head, okay?

Speaking of experiments...

Happy birthday, dear!

This will help you realize that
your orgasms don't depend on men.

Your goal is to understand
the anatomy of sexuality.

Thank you.

Do you think I haven't masturbated before?

Not with this one.
The regular ones are useless.

I never finish from just regular jerking.

I always used my fingers,

until I found this magical device.

It's just what I need. Another dick.

Thankfully, this one doesn't come
with a man attached to it.

Somehow I think my present
will stay unused tonight.

Your suitor is here.

- Good evening!
- Good evening.

What a coincidence, I have to go...

Bye, dear.

Happy birthday, Ivy.

How did you know it's my birthday?

I googled it.

I wasn't sure you'd want to see me again.

Seeing you is the bare minimum.

I have a gift for you.

Happy birthday, Ivy.

Unbelievable!

See for yourself.

Please don't tell me I'm covered
in blood too.

There's a saying about people
who follow their desires.

They burn and burn.

Actually, they don't burn.

They get extinguished.

And you are fire

in a world of eternal rain.

Sorry, I tried...

I wanted to paint something
beautiful and painless...

But I couldn't help it.

- If you don't like it, then...
- I do!

It's amazing.

Nobody has ever given me
something so special.

Wait.

I want to try something with you.

- Take off your dress.
- Why?

I knew you'd like it.

It's so hot.

You are totally mine.

I want a divorce.

You want a divorce?

Except I don't know
how to tell it to George.

I know it's selfish,

but I think I'll wait till after
our parents' wedding anniversary.

If I go to Liepāja and tell everyone
that my marriage is over,

that will unleash hell.

Nice painting.

Sounds like you had a great night.

But could you leave such decisions
at least until

the champagne leaves your bloodstream
and you forget the orgasms?

I'm in love.

I'm in love with Elias.

Are you trying to avoid me, Ivy?

No. I thought you're the one
who's avoiding me.

I won't bother you.
I'm not that kind of a woman

who chases after men.

Slower.

It was the weekend.
I thought you were with your...

Anyway, I missed you.

Missed you a lot.

I ordered falafel and hummus.

I didn't have your number.

You ordered Israeli food?

For me?

You remembered.

Will you come up?

You put it up.

I thought you'd hide it somewhere.

No, I like it too much.

I want to look at it anytime I want.

I think it's your best work.

Maybe you're just my most powerful muse?

Do you play with it?

Madlene gave it to me on my birthday.

Have you played with it?

Once.

What were you thinking about?

You.

The things we've done.

The words you said to me.

I'm not saying it just because
you want to hear it.

It's true.

Show me.

What? No.

Show me. I want to see.

Spread your legs and show me
how good you can fuck yourself.

Just like that.

Show me the bitch in you.

What happened?

Did Elias do something?

No, nothing happened.

I just have to be home on time.

George is returning from Paris.

Do you really want to be one of his muses?

You have no idea
what his inner world is like.

Ivy. Elias is fucking you.

It's only sex. And nothing more.

Darling! You're home earlier
than I thought.

I wanted to surprise you.

Are we celebrating?

We didn't properly celebrate your birthday.

This evening will belong to us alone.

No computers, no phones.

I know I work a lot and always promise

that I will work less, but I don't.
And I know how important

it is just to be there and
talk to each other. So...

Please sit.

In Paris, I realized how wrong it is.

Terrible... Wine?

Malbec. Your favorite.

Do you want to see your gift?

Please.

It's a galaxy. Specially made.

Just for you.

Because you're the center of my galaxy.

Well, say something.

I'm speechless.

Fantastic.

My God, how much did you spend?
You shouldn't have.

I had to.

And I will strive for more.

Here comes the steak.

Can you imagine,

my colleague Ervins didn't go to Paris
for the congress,

I didn't see him attend a single lecture.

What did he do?

He used the congress as a cover.

To spend some time with his mistress.

They took separate flights to Paris
and met at the hotel.

That's disgusting.

Marriages that seem the happiest
turn out to be empty shells.

And I don't want ours to be in danger
because of my actions.

Thank you, it was excellent.

Ivy. I think we're both ready for a baby.

What?

- George, I...
- Wait, wait.

Let me explain first.

I know, when we first tried it years ago,
it didn't work out.

I think that subconsciously you're
afraid to try again

because you're afraid of another failure.

George,

I...

It's okay, it's alright.
We'll do all the checkups.

We'll both do the checkups.

Darling,

sweetie,

I'm a doctor.

And it's posible I'm the problem here.

Sperm is at its best
when you're 27 years old,

and I'm way past that.

But it's alright!

George, I don't think that this is
the right time for a baby.

Just recently you told me that
we're both very busy...

How can we find time for a child?

I want to set my priorities straight.

But, of course, we can go easy on that.

Let mother nature take care of it,

easy and without rush.

Take out the IUD.

Let's enjoy each other.

That's exactly what I missed in Paris.

- Enjoying you.
- George, no...

George...

Ivy, what's happening?

I have a small inflammation.

Nothing serious.

Just have to refrain from sexual activity
for some time.

- Have you seen your gynecologist?
- Yes, of course.

The problem is caused by changes
in the natural microflora and...

sometimes it happens.
They prescribed me some meds.

You shouldn't drink wine.
Alcohol causes acidic environment.

Are you sure you're alright?

Yes, of course. I'll clean the table.

The steak was fantastic.

I'm sorry the evening didn't turn out
exactly as you planned.

Maybe you want to turn on the TV?

So beautiful!

That's what I call home.

Now you can't say you don't know
anything about me.

I like to sit there. Drinking whisky,

watching the sunset. Or sunrise.

When I was living in Florence,
I came here every summer

to stay for a week or two.

It may sound weird to you, but...

I don't have parties here.

I don't want to spoil this house
with people.

This is something just for me.
For my solitude.

Is all of this yours?

Should we go inside?

I called the neighbor and asked her
to prepare the fireplace and sauna.

She also made us dinner.

It's tasty.

My parents split up when I was six.

This house is the only thing
my father left us

before moving on to his new family

and burning all the bridges with the past.
Including me.

I know where he lives.

But I haven't figured out
if I want to see him.

- Funny, right?
- I think it's sad.

I could never understand

how parents can burn the bridges
with their children.

I'm not a child anymore.

But the resentment is still there.

Sometimes I hate my father,
sometimes I miss him,

and this house is...
it may sound weird, but

to come here is to be closer
to him, somehow.

That's why I don't have parties here.

But you wanted to see it.

You're very dear to me, Ivy.

Don't think you're not.

Ivy...

Fantastic.

I think I'm obsessed with you.

And I get more obsessed every day.

That's a pretty painting.

Fucking whore.

It's just a painting.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Where were you tonight?

And all the other nights,
with your damn inflammation.

I called your gynecologist.

Thought we'd have a professional talk.

A consultation...

whether we can have a child, but...

it turns out you don't have
a diagnosis at all.

Yes... Well, you had to come up
with something

so you wouldn't have to sleep
with your husband, right?

Wanted to save yourself for him.

George...

I've felt distant from you for over a year.

We both deserve something real.

- Does he fuck you better than I do?
- Seriously?

I'm pouring out my soul for you,

and you want to turn it into
a dick-measuring contest?

Trust me - when that goddamn painter
is fucking you,

the last thing he's thinking
about is your soul.

And I thought you were a smart woman.

That it's just the hormones.
Dopamine. Oxytocin.

Testosterone. Endorphins.

Chemicals that are released
and disappear instantly.

How can you not understand?

I can't feel something that isn't there.

You have destroyed everything
out of sheer stupidity.

I know I should have told you this
a long time ago,

but it's hard.

You don't realize that love is dead
in a single day.

Well, love is dead now.

You're just not worth it.

And I thought I wanted a child
with woman like you...

It seems our marriage has been
such a painful ordeal to you

that you'd rather be his whore
than my wife.

George...

I don't want to see you anymore.

It's disgusting just to look at you.

He'll forgive you.

He loves you. He'll forgive you.

It doesn't matter.

It will, you'll see.

I already made up my mind
about leaving him.

Maybe it's for the best that George
found out himself,

and we didn't have to talk about it.

Actually, I'm mostly sorry
about the painting.

Ivy... It was just a painting.

Canvas, paint, nothing more.

No. It wasn't just a painting.

It was me. You said it yourself.

I also said that I don't want to be the one

to break up your marriage.

I don't want to take responsibility
for others' relationships.

Responsibility for others' relationships
or our relationship?

Ivy...

You know very well that I'm not meant
for serious relationships.

Just don't act like

you wanted me to go back to George.

I'm not going to!

Everything is great.

I'm with you, I'm yours.

I know you're mine.

And that's what scares me, because...

Are you leaving?

Sorry, I have to be somewhere else tonight.

I should have told you.

Good night, Ivy.

You look good.

Thank you.

Ivy...

I'm certain that we can rise above
all that has happened.

You know me, I know you, I love you and...

we shouldn't lose everything
we've accomplished so far

because of some stupid mistake.

And what, in your opinion,
have we accomplished?

We're a family.

I can give you everything he never will -

safety, stability...

I think it's time we became parents.

We're old enough, mature enough,
wealthy enough.

It will bring us closer together.
I want a child.

You want a child with the woman
who's been cheating on you?

Why?

I can get over that.

I don't believe it.

A man can't get over something like that.

Yes,

I doubted it myself, but...

You're more important to me than my ego,

everything that happened between us
and everything that can still happen...

I forgive you.

I believe that you didn't really
understand your actions.

But if I did?

What if I did that on purpose

because it was something
that I needed all along?

What are you saying?

George...

I didn't choose it,
and I wouldn't choose it.

It just happened.

I met a man, and I fell in love with him.

Do you understand that I wanted to give us
one more chance?

Don't screw this up.

Just don't screw this one up.

There is no going back from this.

No going back.

You should be thankful.

Why do you keep destroying my ego?

Why can't you just accept it?

It didn't work out between us.

We tried.

We had some good times, but ultimately,
we're just too different.

And what did he do better than me?

Turned you into a cheap whore?

A little respect goes a long way.

Respect?

You dare to talk to me about respect?

Did you show me respect

when you fucked some
lowlife artist schmuck,

while I worked so we could have everything,

so you could have everything?

By fucking you he fucked me too!

Laughed about your pathetic husband,
who's only good for paying the bills.

Who's not allowed make love to his wife.

You were both laughing at me!

Do you even hear yourself?

It has nothing to do with us.

You don't care about me
or our relationship.

You only care about your ego.

- I was only a trophy for you.
- A trophy?

You would be nothing without me.

I indulged all your desires,
even if it meant quitting your job

so you could do some stupid photography.

Do you call that a job?

You just drink champagne and gossip
with those brainless hags all day long.

Your parents were right all along.

You are frivolous and a loser.

A whore.

We could have had everything.

But you had to screw it up because you
couldn't keep your legs closed.

This was the best night ever.

It will get me through the horrible

family dinner later tonight.

I've gone crazy.
I don't want to let you go.

Hi, mom!

What have you done?

I called George, and he
told me everything. Everything.

I don't understand it, how could you...

Poor man. Poor man.

I haven't told your dad yet.

I don't know how to do it.

Because he'll have a stroke.

George is such a good man. A good man!

He loved you, he spoiled you...

He idolized you! You are so ungrateful.

Where will you find another man like that?

Tell me, where?

What was missing from your life?

He did everything for you, everything!

All you had to do was enjoy it.

I can't stay calm. I just can't.

I'm heartbroken.

Poor George!

What a humiliation!

Such shame, you...

You're going to be the death of me.

Thanks for your concerns.

I'm capable of handling my own life.

You don't get it...

Ivy! I didn't know you were here.

Right, right...

Hi, sis!

- How are your studies?
- Very well.

How's photography?

Mom? Can I help you with something?

- No, no...
- We're waiting for you,

dad has already poured the champagne
and wants to make a toast.

Okay, dear, good...

I'll be right there.

Okay, okay...

Here.

Olivia is engaged.

Yes... actually, for a few months now.

I just came back from the studies in Oulu
and wanted to surprise the parents.

Didn't want to tell you over the phone.
— Congratulations.

Thank you.

So, mom, we're waiting for you.

- Okay...
- Take this!

- He'll have extra.
- Thank you.

I don't want to spoil the evening
for Olivia and her fiance,

but I feel terrible shame.

I'm terribly ashamed of what you did.

Let's toast to the new couple!

My fiance Elias.

Ivy, please, listen to me,
we have to talk...

I don't want to hear it.
I get sick just looking at you!

Asshole! — Trust me, I didn't know.

What didn't you know?

That fucking two women at the same time
is not okay?

She's my sister, Elias, my little sister!

I didn't know she's your sister.

She never mentioned you.
You didn't talk about her.

You have different last names on social
media, and no photos together.

How could I know?

Do you even hear yourself?

You think that's an excuse
to sleep with both of us?

Goddamn it, and not only with us!

When you fuck every woman you meet,

it's only natural that some of them
may be related in some way!

I'm celebrating loneliness here,

and I don't want to be disturbed.

Ivy, please don't, it's not right...

Right now, you should fuck off
to your future wife

or any other whores you're fucking,

because it's all over between us...

I want to make things right!

Make things right... What?
Will you marry both of us?

If you want to make things right,
then try to stay away

from women like me in the future.

I can't, Ivy, I can't!

Don't call me that! Get out, now.

Ivy... You're the best one that I've...

Go to hell!

If only I could have met you first.

Get the fuck out!

Dear God, Ivy.

How long have you...?

Hey. What about a shower?

And then we'll order proper breakfast.

I don't want it. I don't want
anything anymore.

Thank you for canceling today's shoot.

I know it may sound stupid, but millions
of women around the world

are doing the same thing as you.

This thought always cheers me up.

Okay, Mrs. Freud.

Elias.

What are your conclusions?

I thought you didn't want
to talk about him.

Okay, it's stupid to be so dramatic.

- May I?
- You may not!

Elias. It was just sex, and I was too dumb
to see that.

Not really.

Elias is a bit more complicated than that.

I'd say... more emotionally depraved?

I still can't accept what an asshole
he turned out to be.

Dear, through him, you tried to
fix something in...

...yourself.

But why was I so attracted to him
all this time?

I would dump him. Instantly.

I already did! It's all over between us.

Well, something in your brain tells you
he's irresistable.

Something clicks there.

Why? Only you know the answer.

Okay, darling, our taxi is here.

Elias, you're hurt! What are you doing?

It's just like that.

I hate myself, I hate my reflection,

I hate my reflection...

Do you have a first aid kit?

I'll go down to the studio. — No, don't!

Don't, you know that I just want to feel.

Why are you doing this?

I don't want you to get hurt.

Looks like you're going to be alright.

You're so beautiful, my Ivy...

Go home. I bet she's waiting for you.

I don't want to go, I want to stay here...
with you...

Do you hear how cynical you are?

You think I'm a bastard.
You despise me, judge me...

I don't know what happened...

Ivy... I miss you so much.

I'm suffocating.

Good morning.

You despise me so much that
you won't even look at me?

What do you want, Ivy?

It doesn't matter what I want.
.

Which is...?

Why? As if the women you already have
is not enough.

I don't care about the body.
It's the personality that turns me on.

You're you. You can't be replaced.

Do you really think that if this were only
about sex, I wouldn't let you go?

Then why don't you leave her?

If it's so obvious you can't
live without me?

Why are you still going to marry Olivia?

Ivy, it's complicated.

Sure, it's very complicated.

Good morning, Ivy.

Elias is having a party tonight.

Maybe you finally want to come?

We're neighbors, we should get to
know each other.

We usually have a great time there.

Well, I guess you know.

Thank you.

I don't think I'll have time for that.

Too bad. But if you change your mind,
we'll be waiting for you.

I'm glad we have nothing in common anymore.

You sorry-ass whore.

Any woman can be a whore.

Next time, try to love her for who she is,

not who you want her to be.

Fuck.

Fuck... did I call you for real?

What do you want?

Fuck.

Your voice.

Say something.

Where's Olivia?

Remember, I promised I'd paint you
again during climax.

And I'll do it. I'll do it. I just...

I need to pull myself together.

It's just too painful.

All this time without you...

I did it because of you.
To stop hurting you.

Can I come to you right now?

No.

I miss you so much...

- Hi.
- Hi.

You look as happy as if we were going
on a tropical vacation.

Or a five-star hotel in the Emirates.

It's too hot there right now.
We're going kiteboarding.

You know I can't kiteboard.

I'm just coming along as a friend.

I will sunbathe, drink prosecco
and flirt with hot surfers...

Yes...

But really, I don't remember

the last time I saw you in
such a good mood.

You have to keep on living, right?

Can I drive?

Ivy?

- And...
- Madlene.

Kristers Limanis.
Kiteboarding instructor.

Maybe kiteboarding wasn't
such a bad ideaafter all...

Beautiful.

Look at you, a true wind-hunter at heart.

Usually it takes over four days
for beginners.

I must say you have natural talent.

I love the feeling - only the sea,
kite, and wind.

As if nothing else exists in the world.

We're going kiteboarding around the sunset.

A little performance.

I'll bring cold prosecco.

What do you say?

Will you come by?

Yes. See you in the evening.

- Are you cold?
- No.

- Should we go for a walk?
- - Sure.

Your friend is here...

...to take care of you.

I was let go.

You're not in the mood?

Got it.

Elias...

is getting married tomorrow.

Let's drink.

He can fuck off.

And now you'll finally tell me

how that hot kiteboard instructor
handles his own kite.

Did you see how he kiteboards?
He makes love the same way.

Why do I sense a "but" coming?

Sleeping with one man doesn't erase
another from your mind.

In your words, it was only sex.

Passionate but inferior.

And this time, I used him.

Dear God... Why are you still
clinging on to the idea

that you reached some kind of
intimate apogee with Elias?

Kristers is a good guy.

You can tell by his face.

And if he's good in bed,
it's just what you need.

I don't want to use him.

And I think this time, I just have to
learn to be myself.

Kristers.

He's been texting you all evening.
You're not going to go?

No.

Okay, girlfriend.

Do as you please.

But I'm going.

Valdis is... just insatiable. He's...

If you won't go to Kristers,

empty the bottle and go to sleep.

I'm going to party.

You're crazy.

Life goes on and on, and on, and on...

I miss you.

Why are you calling me?

I miss you so much.

You're getting married tomorrow.

I know, yes.

I remember your eyes so vividly.

Your lips.

You're drunk.

I want...

to go to a lonely island with you.

To kiss your nipples.

Fuck, the way you taste...
— I'm sleeping with someone else.

And life is not a lonely island, Elias.

Yes?

Who was that?

A friend.

Her child is sick. Asked for advice.

- But you didn't say anything...
- The connection went out.

They're coming! Let's go...

Do you take this woman to be your wife

willingly and lovingly?

Do you promise to love her and cherish her?

Will you share happiness and hardships,
joy and sorrow with her

that God Almighty sends for you?

Do you promise to never leave
or divorce her

until God Almighty himself parts you?

I do.

Do you in good faith take this man
as your beloved husband?

Confirm it to all of us by saying, "I do."

I do.

Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.

Your kingdom come, your will be done...

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our sins,

for we also forgive everyone
who sins against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from the evil one.

For yours is the kingdom and the power
and the glory.

Forever. Amen.

Now is the time when you
can kiss each other.

Continue massaging. Charge to three-sixty.

Administer amiodarone.

Check the catheter.

Should we sit down?

I have some news.

And you may not like them.

Don't say he's back again.

No, no.

I'm leaving photography.

But it was always your dream
to be a photographer.

Yes.

But sometimes dreams change.

Maybe those are just milestones.

I can't believe it.

Are you going to waste your talent
and life's work?

- Because of him?
- Because of me.

I need to help myself.

I used my past connections
to get a new job.

Applied for a job as head of marketing...

...at some winery.

Yesterday they interviewed me over Zoom,

and the owners of the winery agreed

to take me on for a probation period.

The winery is in Champagne.

Are you leaving?

In a week.

I can't believe that.

Darling, you realize that you can't
outrun yourself, right?

The memories of Elias,
the love you felt for him...

and the pain from not being together

will follow you across the wine fields
and champagne cellars,

no matter how beautiful they are.

I know.

But I'm not running away.
I want to find myself.

I'll visit you.

In spring. When the flowers bloom.

Okay?

And one day, we'll sit in a beautiful
garden in Champagne,

on a checkered plaid,

with champagne, cheese, and fresh bread.

We'll chat and laugh till our bellies hurt.

Because this will all be over.

All of this will finally be over.

We will.

- Yes?
- Wait!

I don't know how I will manage without you.

Darling, everything will be alright.

I'll be going now, okay?

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