All language subtitles for 2 Gabriels Rapture Part I eng

PART ONE

Julianne?

Gabriel...

Gabriel!

I’m here.

Are you all right?

I had a nightmare.

I was in the orchard.

We made love under the stars
and I fell asleep in your arms.

When I woke up you were gone.

I love you, Beatrice.

I’m not going to leave you.

Do you regret last night?

No.

I’m glad you were my first.

I’m honored to have been your first.

I want to be your last.

I thought she wasn’t gonna
call you anymore.

I’m not answering,
so it doesn’t matter

In my bed there’s only us.

I haven’t brushed my teeth.

I don’t care.

I’d like to clean up first.

Don’t let Paulina ruin what we have.

I’m not.

I need the sheet to make the bed.

What’s the problem?

Don’t be shy.

If I had my wish,
you’d never wear clothes again.

You're frigid.

You're gonna be a lousy lay.

My dearest Julianne,

Thank you for your immeasurable gift.

The only thing
I have of value is my heart.

It’s yours, Gabriel.

Why, hello there.

Thank you for the flowers.
They’re beautiful.

You’re welcome...

You look troubled.

Is it about Paulina?

I’m upset she’s calling you, but no.

Thank you for the card.

It said what I desperately
wanted to hear.

I’m glad...

What’s bothering you?

Was last night everything
you’d hoped for?

That’s a strange question.

I know it had to be different for you.

I wasn’t very...

active.

Active?

I didn’t do much to please you.

You pleased me a great deal.

I know you were nervous,
but I really enjoyed myself.

We belong to one another
in every way now.

I demanded we switch positions.

You didn’t demand, you asked.

I’d like you to demand things of me.

I want to know you want me
as desperately as I want you.

I know you dreamed
about your first time

being a certain way
and I really wanted to give you that,

but I was worried.

Yesterday was a first for me too.

You ordered a feast.

I awoke ravenous this morning...

Open.

Are you happy?

When I was in college
the girls would tell awful stories

about their first times.

Most of their boyfriends
just grunted and finished quickly.

I decided it would be better
to have a chaste affair

of the heart and mind
rather than a sexual relationship.

I doubted I’d find anyone
who could give me both.

And now I’m in a relationship
with a sex god

and I can’t give him anything
like the pleasure he gives me.

Sex god?

Teach me.

I promise if you are patient,
I’ll improve.

You gave me something...

that I’ve never experienced before.

Love and sex.

You are the only one

who's ever been my lover
in the truest sense.

Your allurements and my...

my anticipation...

were like nothing
I’ve experienced in my life.

Add to that the experience
of making love for the first time.

Words fail me.

You were very gentle.

You loved me with more
than just your body.

Thank you.

How do you feel?

A little sore.

Then maybe we should wait.

No!

I want you to look into my eyes
and tell me that you love me

as you move inside me.

I’ll remember that
for as long as I live.

This morning you were a little bit shy.

I’ll probably always be a little bit shy
to be naked in front of you.

Are you cold?

Not while you’re holding me...

Someone might see us.

And nobody gets to see
this beautiful body except for me...

Although our neighbors might hear you

for the next few hours.

My goal is to see
how many times I can please you

until I can’t hold myself back anymore.

I like the sound of that.

Me too.

- Buona sera.
- Buona sera.

You look stunning.

And thank you for my gift.

Now everyone will know
that we belong to each other.

Thank you for my dress.

I love it.

And your shoes...

Nice, aren't they?

They’re a good deal more than nice.

If I like your lecture,
Professor Emerson,

perhaps I’ll wear them after.

I’ll see that you like my lecture,
Ms. Mitchell.

Even if I have to deliver it
to you personally,

between the sheets.

Professore... professore...

I’m afraid we have need
of you immediately!

Ms. Mitchell has a reserved seat.

Yes, Professore.
Shall I accompany your fidanzata?

Shall we go, lady? Thank you.

This way...

Ms. Mitchell, you'll sit here.

- Grazie.
- You're welcome.

Professore...

- We should start now.
- Okay, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Good evening.

Tonight I will be speaking to you
about Sandro Boticelli's muse.

La Bella Simonetta.

I'm tackling this controversial topic

choosing Botticelli's art work
as a representation

of various female archetypes.

We begin Dante's muse
and the figure of Beatrice.

She's the ideal of feminine perfection

and was intelligent and compassionate,

and vibrant with the kind of self-love
that can only come from God.

She inspires Dante to be a better man.

Now, consider the face
of the goddess Venus.

It appears Venus has Beatrice’s face.

They represent two ideal types,

one theological and one secular.

Beatrice is lover of the soul.

Venus is the lover of the body.

Botticelli’s La Bella has both faces.

One of sacrificial love
and one of eros...

Even though Venus
represents sexual love,

she maintains a venerable modesty,

clutching part of her hair
to cover herself.

Her shyness increases
the eroticism of her portrayal.

It doesn’t diminish it.

Many people fail to see
how modesty and...

and sweetness of temper
compound erotic appeal.

Grazie. Thank you.

Grazie. Thank you.

Ti piace questo quadro?

Sì... molto.

I am Giuseppe Pacciani.

Julia Mitchell.

Enchanted.

Your beauty rivals
that of La Bella Simonetta.

A drink?

Salute.

I'm a professor of Literature
at the university. And you?

I study Dante
at The University of Toronto.

Ah, il Poeta.

My specialization is Dante also.

One of my former students
is studying there now.

Are you a student's
of Professor Emerson’s?

No. I study with someone else.

He is considered good
by North American standards.

However, his lecture
was an embarrassment.

I see you’ve met my fidanzata.

I suggest you keep
your hands to yourself,

unless you’re prepared to lose them.

We've been speaking for quite a while.

She never mentioned you.

Gabriel, this is Professor Pacciani.
He’s a Dante specialist.

A thousand apologies.

I should have realized
from the way you looked at her

during your speech that...
she was yours.

Forgive me, Simonetta.

Darling, I need to find somewhere
to put my glass.

I’m sure you know where to put this.

Where are we going?

I don’t want to see
another man’s hands on you again.

What do I have to do
to make you mine?

I am yours.

No garters tonight?

Am I to assume
you wore this for me?

Only you... always.

I want you panting my name.

Don’t make a sound.

You're driving me wild.

Please don’t bite me.

You deserve better
than a jealous lover

taking you against a wall...

Forgive me.

I’m not about to undo the trust
I saw in your eyes last night.

When I’m in my right mind and...

we have the museum
all to ourselves...

Another time.

I could drink you like champagne.

I wish you'd teach me
your tricks of seduction.

Only if you will teach me
how to love as you love.

Ciao bella.

How are your studies
in Toronto coming along?

Tonight I met Professor Emerson
and his fidanzata.

His lecture was... pseudo-intellectual.

Is this what passes for excellence
in North American universities?

I miss your touch a great deal.

Perhaps, we can rendezvous
later in the spring.

Like I wanna have
sex with you again.

Emmerson has a fiancée?

The fuck!

Buona sera.

My studies have kept me very busy,

but spring might work for me.

Professor Emmerson is well regarded here,
but does lack charisma.

He keeps his private life quite private.

What is his fiancée's name?

Are you okay?

You wouldn’t speak.

I was worried I was too rough.

You didn’t hurt me.

Every time you moved,
the most incredible feeling

passed through me.

Every time with you
is better than the last.

You never say my name.

I say your name all the time.

It’s a wonder you haven’t come up
with a pet name you’d rather I use.

Gabe...

Dante...

or... The Professor.

You never say my name
when I make you come.

To me, your name is
synonymous with orgasm.

I’m gonna start calling them...
"emgasms".

Definitely.

My time, by the way...

Try this one.

- Nice?
- Mm-hm.

Can I?

Tastes good.

You too.

Oh, no.

There is something
you could buy for me.

Name it.

I want my scar removed.

I don’t like looking at it.

I don’t like that you have to look at it.

I want it gone.

Gladly.

I would like you to do
something for me.

What?

I would like you to talk to someone.
About what happened.

I talk to you.

I think It would help...

if you had someone
to talk to about everything.

About him, Tom, your mother... me.

I'm a difficult man.

It would help
if you had someone to talk to.

I will...

but only if you agree
to do the same thing.

You were really angry last night

and even though your anger
wasn't directed at me,

I still had to bear the brunt of it.

I tried to make up for it.

It bothered me
that you were so upset

over an unsolicited pass
from a stranger.

You thought sex would relieve
your anger and mark me as yours.

I would never hurt you.

I know, and as much as sex
with you pleases me...

I don’t wanna become
your new drug of choice.

I can’t fix things.

You think that I use
sex to... fix things?

I think you used to use sex
to combat your loneliness

or to punish yourself.

We are quite a pair.

With our scars and histories.

A tragic romance, I suppose.

The only tragedy
would be losing you.

You’ll only lose me
if you stop loving me.

I’m a lucky man then.
I’ll be able to keep you forever.

What would you say
to a week in Umbria?

Umbria? Really?

I rented a villa.
We leave tomorrow.

Bella signora.
Beautiful lad. Io ho fame.

Grazie. Come, my love.

Qualsiasi cosa
tu possa darmi, please!

But he’s hungry.
And it’s so cold.

The police will carry him off.

They don’t like panhandlers
in the city center. Come on.

People are free to come
and sit on the steps of a church.

Sanctuary.

The medieval concept of sanctuary
no longer exists.

I know what it’s like to be hungry.

He’ll spend the money
on drugs or wine.

It isn’t going to help him.

Even a drug addict deserves
a little kindness.

St. Francis of Assisi didn’t make
his charity conditional.

He gave to whomever asked.

If I give him something,

he’ll know someone
cared enough to help.

Don’t deprive me
of an opportunity to give.

- Buona forturna.
- Ringrazia a quell'angelo

della tua ragazza
per aver avuto pietà di me.

What did he say?

He asked me to thank
the angel for her mercy.

Thank you.

I'm not the angel he was referring to.

Grazie.

When you said you rented a villa,

I didn’t think it would be so opulent.

There's also a fireplace...
and a hot tub.

I didn’t bring a bathing suit.

Who said anything
about bathing suits?

So...

What do you think?

It’s perfect.

I thought it would be good for us
to spend some quiet time together.

Our time together
isn't usually quiet, Professor.

That’s because you drive me mad.

The hot tub is on the terrace.

I’ll meet you there in 15 minutes.

No clothes for the rest of the evening.

Merry Christmas, Rabbit.

I know it was a rough first semester

and I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job
of helping you when you needed it.

I’m proud of you for not quitting.

With a big Vermont hug
from your friend, Paul.

I want to please you.

You do so much.

With my mouth.

I feel badly that I haven’t been
able to reciprocate.

Julianne, there’s no
quid pro quo here.

But since you’re offering...

Is this position all right?

It’s fine.

Better than me on my knees.

That’s right.

I, on the other hand,
am happy to kneel before you,

as I have already demonstrated.

I have a strong gag reflex.

It won’t be an issue. I promise.

Please don’t hold my head down.

I wasn’t going to.

Are you all right?

Sweetheart?

I just don’t wanna throw up on you.

Were you sick
because of a gag reflex

or because that bastard
held you down?

Fucking asshole.

You think I’m dirty?

Far from it.

You’re the closest thing
to an angel I’ll ever touch.

But I think we both need
to wash away the past.

I’m sorry for being so emotional.

You don’t have to hide
your feelings from me.

I should have dumped Simon
the first time he was cruel.

I didn’t stand up for myself.

I know that what I told you
made you sick,

but believe me, Gabriel,

no one could be more disgusted
with myself than I am.

I’m not disgusted with you.

No one deserves to be treated that way.

I still hear his voice in my head.

Because we love each other,

everything between us,

including sex, is a gift.

Not a right.

You have me now.

Let him go.

I don’t want you to do
anything you don’t enjoy.

You're safe when you're in my arms.

I’ve never felt
more cared for in my life.

You’re teaching me to love.

And I suppose, I’m...

teaching you to love in a way.

We're not perfect,

but we can have happiness.
Can’t we?

Yes.

You are an argument
for God’s existence.

What?

Your face...

your breasts...

your beautiful back.

St. Thomas Aquinas would've had
to add you as his Sixth Way

if he’d ever been blessed enough
to see you.

You must have been designed...

and not merely made.

Gabriel!

Will it always be like this?

It will only improve with time.

I’ll see the reflection
of all our shared joys

and experiences in your eyes.

Our history will make it better... deeper.

I’m worried about
what will happen next year.

Why?

What if I don’t get
into the PhD program at Toronto?

I didn’t know that you applied.

I don’t wanna leave you.

I don’t want you
to leave me either.

The Toronto program isn’t for you.

You’d have no one to work with.

I can’t supervise you,

and I doubt that Katherine would take
on a multi-year commitment.

I thought you wanted
to go to Harvard.

It’s so far away.

We can see each other on weekends.

I applied for a sabbatical.

I could come with you
for the first year.

I’ll be there at least six years.

We’ll make it work.

I’ll make sure we aren’t separated.

I don't think you...

I’ll fit my job around yours.

That isn’t fair to you.

I won’t let you sacrifice
your dreams for me.

Now kiss me...
and tell me that you trust me.

All settled in the BNB?

Yes, thank you.
We're very comfortable.

This came for you.

FROM: PAUL NORRIS

Thank you, Diane.

You’re welcome, Tom.

So... Gabriel treating you right?

He loves me.

He’s very good to me.

You let me know if he isn’t.

When Gabriel and I drove
into town this morning

we went by the house.

I put it up for sale
a couple of weeks ago.

Why?

I can’t live in a house
where my daughter doesn’t feel safe.

You grew up in that house.
I thought you and Deb were plannning...

It’s over with Deb.

I'm sorry.

We had a difference of opinion.

And her kids don’t like me.

Deb sided with Natalie and Simon?

It's been a long time coming.

It feels good to be a free agent...

I wanna take
some of the money that I make

and help pay for your education.

You should use it
for your retirement.

I’m sure there’ll be
enough for everything.

From now on,
it’s just you and me, kid.

All right, what can I get you two?

Jelly donut?

Two, please, Diane.

And a lady grey tea.

Alrighty.

You got it.

Men's room calling.

Hello, Jules.

Merry Christmas, Natalie.
What can I get for you?

Merry Christmas, Diane.

I’ll just have coffee.
I can’t stay long.

Okay.

I need to talk to you about Simon.

You have nothing to say
that I wanna hear.

Sit down or I’ll make a scene.

Because of your misunderstanding
with Simon,

he has a criminal record.

That record needs to disappear
before it embarrasses the Senator.

Fix it. Today.

He’s already plea-bargained.

Say it was a lover’s
quarrel gone awry

and now you feel bad
having made the whole thing up.

Look at you, for God’s sake.

Simon could never be
interested in you.

There isn’t a mark on you.

I have pictures of you
that Simon took.

They’re very... colorful.

Do you care
if everyone in Selinsgrove

sees these pictures
on the internet?

You have the photos.

I’m not going to do it.

- Oh yes, you are.
- No, I’m not.

Do you know that Senator Talbot
wants to run for President?

I’m working for his campaign.

If you release those photos,

I’ll call Andrew Sampson
at the Washington Post.

You remember him?

He wrote that article
on Simon’s DUI arrest

and how the Senator intervened.

I don’t believe you.

I’ll tell him that Simon
assaulted me,

and then sent the girl he keeps
on the side to blackmail me.

There’s no way you’re going to call up
a reporter and spill your guts.

If you release those pictures,

you’ll never work
for the Senator’s campaign again.

You’ll just be part
of an embarrassing scandal

that gets swept under the rug.

I am never going to lie
about what he did to me.

You’re just angry
that Simon chose me.

You were this pathetic,
weak little girl

who didn’t even know
how to give a decent blow job!

Not so tough now, are you?

Natalie, go home.

Go home.

You cannot sit in a restaurant
and talk like that. Go.

This isn’t over.

Yes, it is. Leave me alone.

What’s wrong, Jules?

Let’s just say
Natalie's been horrible to Julia.

You okay?

Goddamn it!

Excuse me.

I am so sorry.

I should have slapped her
upside the head.

Talking that kind of trash in my place.

Donut and tea are on the house.

Come on, come on...

This is all my fault.

Deb... Natalie... the house.

I’ve embarrassed you
in front of the whole town.

Hey, I don’t wanna hear
that kind of garbage.

You’ve never embarrassed me.

I’m proud of you.

The best day of my life
was the day you were born.

I’m glad holiday shopping is over.

FROM: PAUL NORRIS

You've been crying.

It’s just the Christmas blues.

I’ll tell you later.

Sweetheart, can I take your jacket?

Gabriel, darling.

I’ve missed you!

What are you doing here?

Richard. As always a pleasure.

I was so sorry to hear about Grace.

Thank you, Paulina.

Rachel. Aaron.
Help me in the kitchen.

I didn’t know you had two sisters.

I have only one sister
and you know it.

Why are you here?

I’m Julia. We spoke on the phone.

You can’t expect me
keep track of all the girls

who’ve answered Gabriel’s phone.

Unless you were
one of the girls I spoke with

when I interrupted a ménage?

Do you remember that night, Gabriel?

Why are you here, Paulina?

I came to see you.
You wouldn’t return my calls.

Are you on your way to Minnesota?

You know my parents
don’t speak to me.

I need to talk to you... alone.

Let me remind you
that you are a guest.

I won’t tolerate
your disrespect for anyone,

especially Julianne.

Do you understand?

You never treated me like a guest
when you were in my mouth.

Julie, are you all right?

No. I need to lie down.

Who is that woman?
Why is she here?

You'll have to ask your brother.

Where have you been?

Out.

Where’s Julia?

Upstairs. Or maybe she went
to her dad's place.

Why would she do that?

Because you went out
with your ex-girlfriend

and left her for three hours...

I hope she dumps your ass.

I’d like to speak with Gabriel.

It’s clear that Paulina needs help.

You should tell Paulina
that she can have access

to the trust fund
that you’ve set up for her

if she seeks professional help.

Make that a necessary condition.

All right.

I will.

And what of Julia?

Julianne is my...

She's my future.

She’s a student.

Are you being responsible?

Julia is like Grace,

and her willingness to sacrifice herself
for those she loves.

I won’t let her to sacrifice her
dreams for me.

If you abandon Julia,

you’ll have a serious problem
with your siblings as well as with me.

I would never abandon her.

And I won’t live without her.

Then you should marry her.

We’ve only been together
for a couple of weeks.

Your actions indicate that she's...

just a partner in a sexual affair,

but your intentions are serious.

I’m committed to her.

There’s no one else.

And yet, Paulina appears,

looking for you,

makes a spectacle
in front of Julia and your family.

I can’t help that.

Can’t you?

I find it difficult to believe that
somebody's as intelligent as Paulina

would arrive without some hope
that overtures would be accepted.

Gabriel?

What time is it?

Six thirty.

Why didn’t anyone wake me?

They were waiting for me.

Where did you go for so long?

Were you with her?

Her drivers license is suspended
because of a DUI.

I dropped her off at a hotel.

And we were talking.

Talking? At a hotel?

She’s upset about the turn
her life has taken.

Her appearance was
a desperate attempt to change direction.

She’s gone,
and she won’t be coming back.

I promise.

I told her again
that I’ve fallen in love with you.

She has my money and my lawyers.

That’s it.

That’s never been enough for her.

She wants you.

She doesn’t care that you’re with me.

I don’t care what she wants.

You are my future, Julianne.

She’s beautiful... and sexy.

She’s malicious and petty.

You made a child together.

Not by choice.

I hate having to share you.

You will never have
to share me, Julianne.

I have to share you with your past.

With Paulina,
with Professor Singer,

with countless other women

I’m probably gonna pass
on the street in Toronto.

I’ll do my best to protect you

from embarrassing encounters
in the future.

It still hurts.

If you were thirsty

and someone offered you
water from the ocean,

would you drink it?

Of course not.

And if someone gave you
the choice between that water

and a glass of Perrier,

which would you choose?

The Perrier. I don’t see
what this has to do with her.

Don’t you?

Don't you see the comparison
between you two?

You are my water.

You’re all I need to quench my thirst.

Why would I throw this away
for water from the ocean?

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

I’ve never had a stocking before.

What’s this?

A certain tango against the wall
of the Royal Ontario Museum.

Do you like them?

I love them.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

It’s time you had photographs of us

to hang on the walls of your bedroom.

I’d like to do this for you.

You are the greatest gift.

To my Adored Julianne

GIFT CERTIFICATE

Seaweed and salt body wrap?

I’ve made arrangements for you
to see a plastic surgeon in Toronto.

He’s confident your scar
can be removed completely.

Thank you.

What was in your gift from Paul?

A bottle of maple syrup
that I gave to dad,

and a couple of toys.

Toys?

Didn’t he give you a toy bunny?

He has some kind of rabbit fetish.

You have a fetish for women’s shoes.

Professor Pot meet Mr. Kettle.

I’ve never denied
my aesthetic appreciation

for women’s footwear.

They’re works of art,

especially when a woman
as lovely as you is wearing them.

He gave me a stuffed cow

and a pair of Dante
and Beatrice figurines.

Are they anatomically correct
action figures?

You’re incorrigible...

Just wondering what kind of action

they were capable of participating in,
privately, of course.

Thank you for my presents.

Thank you for taking me to Italy.

You’re welcome.

Richard wants us to go to church.

Good.

Wouldn't a nice Catholic girl
like you prefer to go to Mass?

It’s the same God.

Don’t you wanna go?

They’ll... judge me.

We’re all sinners.

If only non-sinners went to church,
the churches would be empty.

But why do you still believe in God?

Aren’t you angry with him

for all of the things
that happened to you?

Bad things happen to everyone.

Why should my life be any different?

Because you’re good.

Everyone suffers sometimes.

The question is what you do
with that suffering, right?

Did you ever read
The Brothers Karamazov?

It’s one of my favorites.

Ivan rejects God’s world, yet...

there’s one aspect that he finds
surprisingly beautiful.

The sticky little leaves he sees
on the trees in spring.

He loves them even though
he hates the world around them.

The sticky little leaves
aren’t faith or salvation.

They’re the remnant of hope.

Despite the evil he’s seen,

there’s still one good
and beautiful thing left.

What are your sticky little leaves?

I don’t know.

I’ve never thought about it before.

Mine was Grace...

and you.

But what about the suffering
of the innocent?

What about the babies?

I don’t know why babies die.

I wish they didn’t...

What’s wrong with the rest of us?

Everyone wants to know
where evil comes from.

Why doesn’t anyone ask
where goodness comes from?

Why are people like
Grace and Richard so kind?

There are sticky little leaves,
if you look for them.

And when you recognize them...

you can feel God’s presence.

It's fine, it's fine...

- This one is for you...
- Thank you.

I heard you met someone.

Her name’s Tammy.

I’m not ready for everyone
to give her the third degree yet.

I understand.

This came for you this morning.

- Oh... who’s it from?
- Don't know.

This one is for you.

Don't look at that...

It's very delicate.

- This one?
- Yeah.

Gabriel?

Gabriel!

Gabriel!

Gabriel! Wait!

Slow down!

Get back to the house!

I’m not leaving you.

Paulina’s never going to let me go.

She needs to start a new life.

She needs your help.

You want me to help her?

After she got on her knees
and tried to take my pants down?

What?

It was a desperate attempt
by a desperate woman.

Did you say no?

Of course!

What do you take me for?

Were you surprised?

No.

Why weren’t you surprised?

'Cause this is what she does.

Does or did?

What’s the difference?

If I have to explain that to you

then we are more damaged
than I thought.

She’d show up on occasion and...

And we'd...

When I asked if Paulina
was your mistress, you said no.

She was never my mistress.

Don’t play word games with me!

Especially about your fuck buddies.

That’s beneath you, Julianne.

It’s beneath me to tell the truth,

but you can lie through your teeth!

I never lied to you about Paulina.

Yes, you did.

Was she in your bed?

The bed we slept in together?

I’m sorry.

When was the last time
you slept with her?

Don’t... touch me!

When we met,

things with Paulina had ended.

I hadn’t been with her
since last December

when I told her that we needed
to stop once and for all.

You led me to believe
you ended things with her at Harvard.

Do you have any idea
how much this hurts?

She traipses into your parents’ house
like she belongs there,

like I’m the fuck buddy.

No wonder! You’ve been sleeping
with her for years.

I was trying to protect you.

Tread very carefully, Gabriel.

We only saw each other
once or twice a year.

Did you expect me to catalogue
every sexual encounter I had?

That night when I told you about Maia,

you told me I could find forgiveness

and I wanted to believe you.

I thought if I told you how I gave
in to Paulina again and again,

I'd...

I’d lose you...

Do you love her?

Of course not.

So, you slept with her for years

after you made a child with her

and she had a nervous breakdown,
but you didn’t love her?

She was Maia’s mother.

And look how you treated her.

You used her.

You fed her with scraps like a dog.

Would you ever treat me like that?

Never...

Never.

Can you forgive me?

Have you ever asked Paulina
to forgive you?

You toyed with her heart.

I know what that feels like.

I can have compassion for her.

I felt something for her.

Guilt...

lust...

some affection, but never love.

You’re the only woman
I've ever loved.

I’d rather spend my life
drinking your love

than emptying
all the oceans of the world.

Your promises are meaningless

when they aren’t accompanied
by honesty.

It won’t happen again.

You’ll tire of me eventually.

I wandered in the darkness

looking for something better,
something real.

And I found you.

I’ll be damned
if I’m going to lose you.

I’m not so wounded
that I can’t say no to you.

If you lie to me again,
it will be the last time.

I promise.

What was the gift
that she gave you?

An ultrasound picture.

That picture can’t hurt you.

Maia deserves to be remembered.

Paulina meant for the picture
to hurt you, but it’s a gift.

You should have it.
You’re her father.

I won’t sleep in the bed
you shared with her.

I’ll have everything redone
before we get back to Toronto.

Let me show you
that I can be worthy of your trust.

Please.

We should meet
in Madrid in February.

We can then discuss
Professore Emerson’s fidanzata.

Ms. Mitchell...
you're looking smart as always.

Ms. Peterson.

He's with one of his students.

Paulina is irrelevant

and has no real bearing
onto this discussion, Ms. Peterson.

She was either his mistress
or his fuck buddy.

Class is dismissed!

In my office, Ms. Mitchell. Now!

You've gotta rewrite the entire thesis.

Ethan said you were looking for me?

Lucas, right?

I hear that you have access
to the security cameras.

Yeah.

I need to see the footage
starting in September.