(Male Announcer reads text on screen)
(Musical jingle)
(wistful music)
(bird chirps)
(bell peals)
(sea murmurs)
(bird squawks)
(Marianne speaks in German)
(neighbour speaks in Greek)
[Leonard] Oh, okay.
(neighbour speaks in Greek)
(Leonard speaks indistinctly) (neighbour speaks in Greek)
(Leonard speaks in Greek)
(neighbour speaks in Greek)
(Leonard speaks in Greek)
(neighbour laughs)
(Leonard chuckles)
You're starting to sound like a real Greek.
(door clunks)
If you ignore the fact
that I have the vocabulary of a two-year-old
(Charmian laughs)
or a three-year-old.
Oh, it won't take you long.
(Leonard kisses)
You know, I just told him, "I, I love you,"
the man outside. (Charmian laughs)
(Leonard speaks in Greek)
(Charmian speaks in Greek)
(Leonard speaks in Greek)
You're better than me.
[Leonard] Yeah.
Never said that in Greek.
(letter rustles)
What?
Well, my grandma, um...
She died.
I'm sorry. Were you close?
She was,
she was just almost like a Victorian figure.
Um, she was Lithuanian,
and she had this big house in, um, in Montreal.
You'd just show up.
You know, she'd, she'd find some activity for you to do.
She's always, um, loomed large in my heart
because she took care of my, uh, my family
when my father passed away.
(animal squeals)
Do you miss him, your father, still?
I dunno, I've always felt maybe I had a cold heart,
because I never felt
that that was the great, operatic tragedy of my life.
I didn't, um, cry or anything.
(weeping music continues)
But I went into his closet,
and I found this old bowtie he had,
that he used to wear,
ugly bowtie, and I cut inside of it,
and I wrote some words down,
probably some nonsensical poetry.
And I put it in there and, um, buried it in the garden,
(George coughs and wheezes)
some kind of processing of the impossible thing
that had happened to us.
I have to go and give George his medicine.
(Charmian kisses)
You know, I saw him coughing up blood the other day.
It's tuberculosis. It's, it's what happens.
It comes and it goes.
(George coughs and wheezes)
Just gonna tell him I'm getting you coffee.
You know, he knows you're here, darling.
(Charmian chuckles)
Yes, of course.
It's, it's just a little game that we play.
(door creaks)
(door clunks)
(bird whistles)
Oh, don't be silly.
(letter rustles)
Don't be silly.
(questing music)
(questing music continues)
♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪
(alarm bell buzzes)
♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah, ooh, ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ah ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
(birds caw and honk) (sea murmurs)
(sea sloshes)
(Marianne puffs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne grunts)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
[Marianne] Hmm?
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(tin clacks)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel sighs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
[Axel] Mm.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian and sighs)
(tin clunks)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(pulsing music)
(hairs scrape) (blade rings)
(keyboard clacks)
(typewriter clunks)
[Leonard] Children show scars like medals.
Lovers use them as secrets to reveal.
(flask glugs)
It is easy to display a wound,
the proud scars of combat.
It is hard to show a pimple.
(bell peals)
(weary music)
(shoe clops)
(weary music continues)
(patron speaks in Greek) (patrons speak indistinctly)
(patron laughs)
(weary music continues)
I thought I'd find you here.
(Charmian huffs)
Urgh. (gulps)
(Leonard tuts)
You okay?
How do I look?
You know, George and I have one rule:
never let anything get too serious.
And I, I don't think
that you really like it when things get serious, either,
(Charmian coughs)
(laughs) and I'm still too old for you.
No.
This has got nothing to do with the room.
Y-you're welcome to stay there.
In fact, we'd love you to stay there.
Uh, George regards you as a friend.
That's great. I think he's a really terrific guy.
He, he is.
(Leonard tuts)
I know that this is the beginning
of the end for George and I,
but we work so well together,
and neither of us can afford to lose that.
It's strange, you know.
Hearts grow old
from touching others.
(engine rumbles)
You know, Leonard,
friends, family, relatives, lovers,
everybody, everybody goes eventually,
and the only one that you can really rely on
is, is yourself.
Leonard, everybody is running from something on this island,
but you, you're,
you're running from you.
I think I've grown a little weary of the analysis.
I understand. (engine purrs)
Ah, that's my cue. (kisses)
(cat meows)
(light buzzes) (hair scrapes)
(mouth squeaks)
(malicious music) (Leonard sobs)
(bed bangs)
[Leonard] What just happened?
(Leonard pants)
(cabinet bangs)
Argh.
(glass smashes)
(Leonard grumbles)
(Leonard screeches)
Argh!
(Leonard pants)
(brooding music)
♪ I was always workin' steady ♪
(Leonard huffs)
♪ But I never called it art ♪
♪ I got my shit together ♪
♪ Meeting Christ and reading Marx ♪
♪ It failed my little fire ♪
♪ But it spread the dying spark ♪
♪ Go tell the young Messiah ♪
♪ What happens to the heart ♪
(bell peals)
(door knocks)
Come on in.
♪ There's a mist of summer kisses ♪
♪ Where I tried to double park ♪
♪ The rivalry was vicious ♪
♪ The women were in charge ♪
♪ It was nothing ♪
♪ It was business ♪
♪ But it left an ugly mark ♪
♪ I've come here to revisit ♪
♪ What happens to the heart ♪
(lighter scratches)
(cigarette sizzles)
(mouth pops)
(Goeran blows)
Look, your grandmother is dead.
When you lose someone close to you,
you also lose a part of your compass.
It would be unnatural
if you didn't feel like a fuckin' mess.
It's not grief I'm dealing with. It's not that.
And it's not Charmian, you know? I'm not heart-broken.
I'm just, I'm just broken. (sighs)
It's always been there with me, you know. It's like a...
(Goeran chuckles)
I find it incomprehensible
getting from one room to the next.
I find the room tilts and I, uh...
(huffs) I just fall,
and I keep on falling.
And I can't form an, a, a coherent thought,
and I have to smash something to, to feel anything.
It's really...
It's an anxiety attack.
It's not an anxiety attack.
Yes, it is,
and you got reminded of your own mortality.
No, I'm reminded of mortality every day.
Uh, I'm not scared of death.
I'm scared of, uh, uh, failure.
I'm afraid of wearing the wrong tie.
This is boring.
We should talk about something else, really.
Uh, two men speak about death (laughs)
as if we're the first.
Much better writers than us have discussed death.
(laughs) Yeah!
And you know what they arrived at?
It's coming, and there's nothing you can do to avoid it.
(slinking music)
[Axel] This is your first day on the island?
I'm actually staying in Athens.
I'm just here for the weekend.
Uh, what about you? Have you been here long?
(tuts) It's hard to tell. Actually, it's...
Sometimes, I feel like I just got here-
[Patricia] Mm.
others, a lifetime.
You're a writer, or?
No, I'm painter.
- "Painter." - Mm.
It had to be one of the two.
(Patricia chuckles)
There's a whole lot of us here.
You wanna go for a swim?
"A swim"?
- Yeah. - Now?
Yeah, it's the best time of day.
The sun has been warming the bay since this morning.
I mean, we can just order a bottle of wine to go
from Nick, and...
Yeah, keep the glass. We can leave it here later, so.
[Patricia] Y-y-you, you know everyone here?
Oh, it's hard not to.
(floorboards thud) (keyboard clacks)
(glass rattles)
[Charmian] So-
[Child] Uh, ow.
do you know where he is now?
(cricket chirps)
No, I don't know.
(child laughs)
Answer this question for me.
[Child] Funny.
What do you want?
(chuckles) I came here
because we were going to do this together, s-so uh,
yeah. - Yes, well, I, I, I mean,
I think that your view of "this" is quite different.
(huffs) It's not that bad, it's just that I, um,
(bell tolls)
(Marianne inhales)
I don't have a plan B, so...
(bird twitters)
[Child] Let's go.
[Child] No!
(child speaks indistinctly)
Yeah.
You know, in classical literature,
the muse is always described
as young and, and beautiful,
and when she ages,
she just loses her currency
and eventually just fades away.
(jittery music)
(Marianne speaks in Greek)
(patron speaks indistinctly)
(hinge squeaks)
♪ La ♪
♪ La, la ♪ ♪ La, la ♪
(child laughs) ♪ La ♪
♪ Da, da, oh ♪
♪ La, da, da, da ♪
♪ La, la ♪
Just imagine the absolute buffet
of overlooked, ugly w-women
with horrifying, disgusting personalities.
Like a sexual scavenger.
Like a scavenger!
(Goeran chuckles) (cat meows)
[Goeran] For pussy.
"For pussy"!
I would like a sample of that buffet,
preferably a horrendous-looking (chuckles) woman
with extremely bad personality
but very rich.
You know, I'm inheriting money.
(scoffs) Well, I'm not gonna fuck you, Leonard.
[Leonard] Why not?
Oh, (retches) shit! Oh my God!
[Goeran] How much?
[Leonard] 1,500 dollars.
- (laughs) Oh. - Not a lot.
I r-, I think I need to get a new house.
Living with your ex-lover and her husband and her children
has proved to be a bit claustrophobic for me.
(door clunks)
(latch clicks)
If you need a new house, I'm your man.
(plaintive music continues)
(birds twitter)
(rooster crows)
(shoe clops)
(Axel kisses)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian) (coffee trickles)
(lid clacks)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne tuts and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel laughs)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne clears throat and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel chuckles)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel sighs) - Mm. (speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne scoffs)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(door creaks)
(door clunks) (Axel chuckles)
(horse huffs)
(hooves clop)
(vendor shouts indistinctly)
Hmm. Beautiful day.
Is it?
Not at all, no. Uh, I...
"Man Speaks to Woman about Weather."
You see the headlines.
(Marianne exhales)
(Leonard chuckles)
(tuts) No, but I always think
that, uh, the bad days make the beauty shine brighter.
Uh, would you like to join us inside?
I haven't been inside yet.
"Us"?
I suppose there is no us.
It's me, (tuts) but um,
I'm sure we can find someone to sit with: you know,
uh, a, a hockey team
or some members of Parliament
or the donkeys.
Right.
Okay, "Man, uh, Makes Bad Joke about, uh, Donkeys.
Man Invites Woman Inside.
Woman Says?"
Yes.
Oh, she replies, "Yes." Terrific.
And w-...
Do you want anything?
Just a coffee.
Okay.
(Leonard speaks in Italian)
(Nick speaks in Italian)
(Marianne speaks in Greek)
(Leonard speaks in Greek) - Telegram for you,
uh-huh? - Oh.
Arrived, uh, this morning.
This one, here.
- A retsina. - A communion...
Yeah, yeah, yeah. The s-... (Nick laughs)
Yeah.
(bell bongs) (laughs) The holy devil.
Thank you, Nick. I appreciate that.
Um, we'll, we'll, we'll do this another time.
I'm really...
I, (huffs) I have to go, yeah. It's...
I'm so sorry!
(plaintive music)
[Leonard] Oh, so long.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne pants) (letter rustles)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne sighs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian) (Marianne sputters)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne sniffles)
(Marianne sobs)
Mm? - Hmm.
(passengers speak indistinctly)
(announcer speaks indistinctly)
(announcer speaks in Greek)
(rope whizzes)
(announcer speaks in Greek)
(flask lid scratches and squeaks)
(door knocks)
Uh, I believe it's open.
(handle squeaks) (door clunks)
(door creaks)
I hope you're not leaving because of me.
No.
(dog barks)
I'm gonna miss knocking on your door.
You know, soon, in a week or so,
there'll probably be some, uh, other young whippersnapper,
who's better looking than I am,
and you'll lather him up in olive oil.
Heh.
I am still gonna miss you.
Life goes on, huh?
(sunglasses clack)
Pain is inevitable, but the suffering's optional.
(zipper buzzes)
Where are you, where are you moving to?
I've bought a house.
Well, uh, you know, when the wire comes in,
I'll have bought a house,
but needless to say, I'm, I'm a house owner.
Wow,
your own house.
You're all grown up.
I'm so old!
(chuckles) What?
I said, "Do I look old?"
No, just a little tired.
(dog barks) (child speaks indistinctly)
Hold on.
Uh, I very much wanna rip your clothes off
with my teeth,
but I think the, uh, curtain's gone down on this show.
(Charmian huffs)
You know?
Oh, I'm sorry.
(shoe clops)
(door creaks)
(door thuds)
(metal clanks and rattles)
(persevering music)
[Goeran] Nice, huh?
(lock clicks)
(keys jangle)
"Dear mother, I have my very own house,
and it's starting to feel like mine, as well.
I have a huge terrace
with a view of dramatic mountains and shiny white houses.
The rooms are large and cool
with deep windows and thick walls.
It's about 200 years old,
which, as you know, is the age I feel most of the time.
Hope everything's all right with you,
and I always miss you,
but right now, looking at the sea, I'm happy to be here.
Sincerely, L. Cohen."
(speaks in Greek), darling.
(bell tremolos)
(Marianne's mother speaks in Norwegian)
(dispirited music)
(dispirited music continues)
(shoe clops)
(Marianne sighs)
(chair clonks)
(chair creaks)
(Marianne inhales)
(Marianne exhales)
(Marianne huffs)
(dispirited music continues)
(cheek rustles)
(handle squeaks)
(latch clicks)
(door taps)
(Marianne's mother sniffles)
(shoes patter)
(TV host speaks in Norwegian)
(knitting needles tap)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(TV host speaks in Norwegian)
Mm. (TV host speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(knitting needles tap) (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne's mother huffs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne's mother tuts and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne's mother speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(TV buzzes and whistles)
(baby cries)
(door clacks)
(hinge squeals) (shoes clop)
(door clunks)
(door clacks)
(machine whirs)
(door taps)
(baby whines)
(latch clicks)
(hinge squeaks) (door creaks)
(baby sucks)
(baby babbles)
(Axel honks)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(vase pings)
(baby whimpers)
(lips smack)
Hi.
(baby babbles) - Hi.
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(baby grumbles)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(baby whines)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
Hi. (kindly music continues)
♪ Sometimes, I find I get to thinking of the past ♪
♪ We swore to each other that our love would surely last ♪
"Dear Irving, most people would label me insane,
but you will understand perfectly.
I've watched 234 ferries now.
It become a ritual.
I don't know what I would do
if she actually was on one of them.
(water sloshes and booms)
(water burbles and rumbles)
Still, there is a magic on the island
that can transform a person.
Here I can take responsibility for my own identity.
You would love it here.
Everything you see is beautiful:
every corner, every lamp, everything you touch.
Everything feels-
- Oh yeah? - in its right place.
There are no distractions from work or love.
Life is engaging and there is order but also light."
Hello, Leonard.
[Leonard] "And what's even better is it's cheap,
which comes in handy,
since my last book sold all of 400 copies.
There's a sexual revolution on the island
that you would love
in which we feel we've won and lost a number of us.
No matter what,
having this house makes everything less frightening.
Sincerely, (thunder booms)
(rain spatters) L. Cohen."
[Marianne] Hi.
[Axel] Hi.
(thunder rumbles)
[Axel] Mm-hmm.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne laughs and speaks in Norwegian)
[Axel] Hmm.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
[Marianne] Mm.
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne laughs and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne laughs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
[Marianne] Mm-hmm.
(Axel gulps)
Hmm?
(bell tolls)
Hmm?
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
Uh. (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne coughs and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne huffs)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(glaring music)
(door knocks)
(bleak music)
(door knocks)
(handle clunks)
(neighbour speaks in Greek)
[Leonard] Friend.
[Goeran] Hi.
- Hi. - I'm going to Douskos.
You want to come?
It's on me.
I've gone down again.
That's why I'm here.
(Leonard sighs)
All right.
I'll get, uh, my shoes and, uh, and a samurai sword,
stab myself with.
Okay.
(bird twitters)
(drawer clunks)
(pills rattle) (gloomy music)
(pill clatters) (table clangs)
(lid clacks)
(keys jangle)
Good job.
The door and I are still getting acquainted.
What's going on in your head?
I realised that I pursue love like, um, a serial murderer.
Forget I asked.
But really, don't you ever get that feeling,
this feeling of pointlessness,
like everybody is in on some secret except for you?
I'm Scandinavian, son of a priest who died when I was 12,
(Leonard clears throat)
and I write poetry.
Well, my father died when I was nine,
and I'm Jewish, so...
Holocaust beats pawn.
Wanna just call it a draw?
It feels like I'm standing on shards of glass,
and whenever I stay anywhere too long,
it starts to cut the bottom of my feet.
I'm looking at my wounds and just...
I'm going to be bleeding forever.
You win.
Yeah.
(Goeran chuckles)
[Patricia] So, did you swim this morning?
[Woman at the Restaurant] Yes, I did.
[Patricia] You braved it?
(George speaks in Greek)
- Hey. - Hey!
Hello.
[Patricia] Oh, hi!
[Leonard] Hello.
Hello. Hey, hey, lover boy.
(Goeran chuckles)
(George coughs)
How's that great Australian novel coming along,
George? - Argh,
don't play the silly buggers, Goeran.
There's no such things as a bloody great Australian novel.
I'm writing pure, unexpurgated shit,
drivel, crime novels for credulous cretins,
like what's-his-face over there,
just to put cabbage on the table
and feed the little mouths (sucks)
and keep the wife drunk enough not to walk out on me.
Cheers!
- Cheers. - Cheers.
[Patricia] Cheers, George.
(Leonard speaks in Greek)
Cheers (chuckles).
(George coughs)
Charm, Charm, I love your sweater.
[George] Yeah, that's enough outta you, mate.
[Goeran] It's good.
[Leonard] Love it, and it gets you-
[Goeran] Ah.
(Leonard speaks indistinctly)
(child speaks indistinctly)
[Goeran] Argh.
What did you say? - Hi.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
Heh. (speaks in Norwegian)?
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
[Goeran] Hi.
Marianne, this is, uh, Patricia.
She's an American-
- Hi. - uh, painter.
Studied art in Germany.
[Marianne] Hmm.
And this is Leonard.
He's a writer and a poet.
Goeran you already know. Also, a writer.
Patricia, this is Marianne,
and she's, uh, heh, heh, Marianne.
Ha, I'm also the mother of his newborn son.
[Patricia] Oh.
[Marianne] Really nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Better title than, uh, than all of us combined.
Besides, I don't think you can call yourself a writer
if no one is reading what you write.
(Leonard snickers)
Goeran was just, uh, rejected by his publisher.
[Goeran] Mm.
- Uh. - Mm.
I've never made a penny on any of my writing ever,
so can't call me a writer.
I've only made money in a factory.
I'm not sure you have a choice
whether you're being read or not.
If, if I didn't write, (tuts) I would get, um...
Suicidal?
I get suicidal when I do.
(Leonard snickers)
(Goeran laughs)
(tabletop clacks)
[Woman at the Restaurant] Play a song, Leonard.
I thought you were coming for a kiss.
(woman at the restaurant chuckles)
Speaking of, uh, suicidal,
might have to, uh, have to embark down that road, you know?
Um, there's a song...
(tentative guitar music)
(guitar twangs)
about the ugliness, you know, inside.
(lighter clacks)
(Leonard inhales)
(guitar whizzes and taps)
(questing music)
Such a cliche. Hmm, sorry.
(Leonard chuckles)
♪ It's true that all the men you knew were dealers ♪
♪ Who said they were through with dealing ♪
♪ Every time you gave them shelter ♪
♪ Well, I know that kind of man ♪
♪ It's hard to hold the hand ♪
♪ Of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender ♪
♪ And sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ♪
♪ You find he did not leave you very much, not even laughter ♪
♪ Like any dealer, he was watching for the card ♪
♪ That is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another ♪
♪ He was just some Joseph looking for a manger ♪
(cigarette sizzles)
♪ And leaning on your window sill ♪
♪ He'll say, one day, you caused his will to weaken ♪
♪ With your love and warmth and shelter ♪
♪ And taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains ♪
♪ He'll say, "I told you, 'When I came, I was a stranger'" ♪
♪ Oh, I told you when I came, "I was a stranger" ♪
There's about 455 other verses,
but I have to stop.
(rooms applaud)
[George] No, no, no.
Whoo! (listener whistles)
- Whoo! - That was, uh (huffs),
beautiful, Leonard,
really. - Oh, it was terrible.
I can see why my wife would have enjoyed fucking you.
(lighter clacks) (George sniffles)
I used to fuck her occasionally.
It's a rare treat these days.
I'm unable, you see, but no,
that was beautiful, and I honestly mean that.
(patrons laugh)
(George sighs) (tabletop clacks)
(searing music)
(cricket chirps)
♪ Ah ♪
(Axel inhales)
(cork squeaks)
[Axel] Hmm.
(glass clinks)
(drink trickles)
(Axel slurps)
(Axel gulps)
(stair clunks)
(Axel huffs)
Mm.
(Axel sighs)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne scoffs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne huffs)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne continues speaking in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne tuts and speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
Okay, yeah.
(Marianne sniffles and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne tuts and speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel grumbles) (Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel huffs)
[Axel] Hmm.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
Oh. (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
- Hmm? - Hmm? (speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel pants)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) (Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne shouts in Norwegian)
(Axel shouts in Norwegian)
(Marianne shouts in Norwegian)
(Axel shouts in Norwegian)
(both shout in Norwegian)
(Axel shouts in Norwegian) (baby cries)
(Marianne shouts in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) - Huh?
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne shouts in Norwegian)
(Axel slaps and grumbles) - (pants) Urgh.
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
Urgh. (Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Marianne sobs)
Ha!
(window smashes) Gah!
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian) (baby cries)
(Axel pants)
(Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
(Axel speaks in Norwegian)
[Marianne] Uh, uh.
(baby cries) (Marianne speaks in Norwegian)
Shh.
[Axel] Marianne! Marianne!
[Marianne] Shh.
(baby cries)
(feet slap)
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
(door knocks)
Please. Please, open.
Please, open up! Please, open up!
Please, uh. Shit!
He's, uh, he's, uh, he's out of his mind!
He's completely lost-
- Go, go, go. - his mind.
(baby cries)
Marianne!
Marianne! Argh, Marianne! (dog barks)
Marianne! (bangs) Marianne!
Gah. Gah!
(speaks in Norwegian) Marianne!
Uh, argh, urgh, argh.
(grumbles) Gah.
What have you done?
(Axel coughs and pants)
(Axel coughs and snorts)
Calm down.
(Axel coughs and gasps)
(Axel pants)
Breathe. (Axel coughs and pants)
Are you gonna calm down?
My children are in there.
My wife's in there.
Your baby's in there.
Now, you to listen to me, Axel.
If you hurt any of the women or children in there,
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you.
Do you understand?
Yes.
[George] All right?
Yeah.
[George] Now, I'm gonna let you in, but you gotta behave.
Do you understand?
(sniffles) Yes.
[George] Do you understand?
Yes, yes.
[George] All right.
(brooding music)
(door creaks)
(door clunks) (door furniture clinks)
I saw you there, that night.
Someone must forgive us
for the paths we take to love;
for we are ardent and cruel
on the journey.
I don't think there's anywhere in the world
we can live like we did on Hydra.
That includes Hydra.
(Marianne laughs)
(tuts) You used to make me laugh-
♪ Mm ♪
and cry.
♪ Mm, mm ♪
F-... (gasps)
(Marianne chuckles)
♪ Ah ♪
I never thought I should get this old.
Oh, you're not old.
[Marianne] You, off.
You're beautiful.
You look beautiful.
[Marianne] Off, off, off. Mustn't say so, Leonard.
I can't keep my hands off you.
Oh, golly (laughs).
Listen. Can't you dance?
Hey, you want me to dance
for you? - Yes, make me a dance.
Okay, I'll make you
a dance. - Will you?
Yes? - Yes.
♪ Nah, nah, du-nun dum ♪
♪ Mm, mm ♪
♪ Ah, what happens to the heart ♪
♪ Mm, mm ♪
♪ Mm ♪
(Leonard whistles and blows)
(Leonard whistles)