01x06 - The return to Hydra

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- And my publisher, he

won't return my calls,

so, (snickers) I had

to check in with you.

Well, is it doing all right?

Over there, is it

selling at all?

- No, it's not, Lenny.

I'm sure that's why they're

not returning your calls.

I had talked to

Mike at the agency

and he said that

McClelland & Stewart

they will not publish

your book in the US.

It's their loss.

They don't even have

the ba*ls down there

to publish a provocative novel.

- Yeah, you have to be very

charitable with these people,

and they haven't read anything.

They wouldn't know

Joyce if he crawled up

inside of their a*s and

laid an egg, you know?

- f*ck 'em, right? (chuckles)

- So, it's really

not selling at all?

Really, it's not

I thought maybe in

some kind of a fringe

PhD section of Montreal,

at least, it would

I mean, I really rely

on this book and

- Hey, Lenny, Lenny,

come on, listen to me.

Might be a slow

burner, you know?

It'll pick up.

- So, you don't feel

I'm a bad writer, right?

- No, I'm telling you the truth.

I believe in you.

I believe in us.

- It's just hard, you

know, this game is very

It's, it's

- Lenny

- It's brutal.

You know? It's brutal.

- Lenny, just stay sane and

continue writing, all right?

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music continues)

(speaking in foreign language)

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- Good morning.

- Good morning.

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- They're putting

up phone wires.

- Maybe if my book

sells any copies,

we could afford to have our own.

- Our own phone!

That would be cool.

- Very grown up.

- [Marianne] (chuckles) Yeah.

- Play something.

- For my audience of two?

- [Marianne] Mm-hmm.

Your biggest fans.

- My only fans.

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I'm a bird ♪

On the wire ♪

The men were working

on telephone wires ♪

(speaking in foreign language)

And now you're

tired of this song ♪

- (cheering and

clapping) We want more.

More songs.

- Really, that's all I have.

- Well, it was beautiful.

- I should really get to work.

- Oh, why don't you write

in here and we can go out?

- It's much easier for

me to write outside.

(birds twittering)

- Just remember to drink water.

Lots of water.

- Okay, Marianne.

- [Marianne] And put

a hat on, please,

because you were out

there 12 hours yesterday.

(chuckles)

- Hello.

- Hello.

- You out shopping?

- Yeah, I just picked

up some groceries.

- I'm just about to walk to

Kamini if you wanna join me.

We can maybe go for a

swim or something after.

- Yeah, sure.

- Yeah.

- What are you

going to Kamini for?

- I'm going to go and see

a man about a cargo boat.

We're leaving.

- What? What?

When? Why?

- You know, because

we're slowly dying here.

Because we both know how easily

we can wound and hurt each other

and I guess we always

try to avoid that.

George is leaving in a month,

and when he's found a place

to stay, we'll join him.

When I first got here,

I mean, it was like the

first time in my life

that I didn't feel

like an outsider.

I'd managed to build a life

and find the time to care

for my family and write.

And we were pretty much the

first foreigners on the island.

Fifteen years later,

they're everywhere.

I'm starting to feel

like an exile myself.

And all these new

ones, none of them,

they don't want us here.

- No, you don't mean that.

You and George, you

are this island.

You hold the whole

community together.

- Oh, God, we barely hold

ourselves together, dear.

(waves lapping)

I grew up like this.

We lived kind of remotely

and we were pretty poor,

but we had the beach,

and it was this kind of

combined nursery and playground.

- Did you always know

that you wanted to write?

- My mother wrote poetry.

She used to tear it up

and throw it in the fire.

But I guess I get my particular,

meaning from her.

What did you wanna do?

- Actress. (snickers)

- I can see that.

- It's too late now, though.

- No, nothing's too late.

You should do it.

(waves lapping)

How is Leonard?

I haven't seen him

for a long time.

- Well, he's writing

most of the time, so.

- [Leonard] c**t, f*ck.

There's nothing there.

There's nothing there.

I was lost on the

road to Larissa,

the straight road

between the cedars.

You thought I was a man of roads

and you loved me

for being such a man

But I was not such a man

I was not such a

man, I was lost.

I was lost on the

road to Larissa.

I was lost on the

road to Larissa.

I was lost

I was not such a man

I've never been a man

c**t, c**t, f*ck, f*ck.

- I feel like I

shouldn't be saying this,

but I think he's obsessed.

He doesn't eat,

he doesn't sleep.

I try but, you know, I

can't get through to him.

And he works early

in the morning,

and then he just comes home

late at night, and he's just

Yeah. I don't know.

- Well, how long has

that been going on?

- A month?

Longer, a little

longer, maybe. Yeah.

- How's your son? Where is he?

- He's with our neighbour.

She looks after

him one day a week,

which is my day off. (chuckles)

- Oh, yes. It's one day off.

- It's okay.

- Careful not to lose

your identity, Marianne.

- What do you mean?

I'm

I'm me.

- I'm just saying, don't buy

into what society feeds you,

which is to

You know, that a woman's

job is in the home.

I don't know, I've

spent my life, you know,

bound by my three little

children and George

just working, working, writing,

writing, writing non-stop.

And, you know, I find time

to do a minute of writing

or something creative here.

And amongst the breakfast

and lunch and dinner

and cooking and laundry

and cleaning, and I just,

I just think it's

death to any woman

with ambition or talent.

- Well, what do you

think you would have done

or would it have

been very different

if you didn't have children?

- Yes. (snickers)

I love them, but

I don't know.

I think most women are lying

when they say they enjoy it.

I think they just,

they just say that because

that's what's expected of them.

And I'm a better

writer than George.

But I've managed

to create nothing.

I mean, maybe the idea of this

Australian female novelist,

the idea of Charmian Clift,

but really it's

just a bloody joke.

- And so, now that you're

going back to Australia,

what do you wanna do, what?

- I think I'd like

to try writing

for television and film.

What do you want to do?

- Just recently, this,

there's a clothing

brand in Athens

and they asked me if I

wanted to model for them.

So they're gonna do the photo

sh**t here on the island

and I'm gonna be a

model. (chuckles)

- Well, that's exciting.

- Mm.

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Four o'clock in

the afternoon ♪

And I didn't feel

like very much ♪

I said to myself ♪

Where are you, golden boy ♪

Where is your

famous golden touch ♪

I thought you knew ♪

Where all of the

elephants lie down ♪

I thought you were

the crown prince ♪

Of all the wheels

in Ivory Town ♪

Just take a look

at your body now ♪

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- Leonard.

And a voice in

the mirror cries ♪

Hey, prince,

you need a shade ♪

And if you can manage ♪

To get your trembling

fingers to behave ♪

Why not unwrapping ♪

A stainless

still razor blade ♪

That's right,

it's come to this ♪

- Hi.

- Hi.

Yeah, it's come to this ♪

And wasn't it

a long way down ♪

It's just the

dress rehearsal rag ♪

It's just a dress

rehearsal rag ♪

It's the dress rehearsal rag ♪

- Why do you hate my blood?

Why?

Why do you hate my blood

You f*ck.

- Leonard?

Anyone home?

(footsteps thumping)

How's it going? You all right?

It's looking a lot of

writing there you're doing.

- I've been working

on this scene,

and I realised punctuation's

some kind of prison.

So, I'm going and going.

I hear you.

I hear you.

What?

That's bullshit.

That's bullshit!

You think I wanna do that?

You think I wanna

eat your friend?

f*ck you.

f*ck you, you f*cking b*tch!

f*ck you!

- Which one's-

- I thought we had an

understanding, you f*ck!

You f*ck!

- Which one's the problem?

- They're all the f*cking

problem. (screams)

- Here we go.

Let's get rid of the daisies.

- These f*ck!

- Yes.

Let me.

- These f*ck!

- Let me take charge.

(thumping) f*cking got 'em!

- f*ck!

f*ck!

- So you've given up on the

three-page-a-day

then routine, eh?

- I haven't given up,

I do more than

three pages a day.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah.

- What are you on?

- 17.

- 17?

- Yeah, 17.

- That's a lot of material.

- [Leonard] Yeah.

- In a day.

You using anything for that?

- If you must know, the flowers

still feed me little lines

but we all benefit

from the earth.

- I mean, besides the flowers,

are you using anything?

(footsteps thumping)

- Why would you ask me that?

- 'Cause I'm your friend.

I mean, I couldn't do

a page count like that.

- Well, you know

I'm Captain Mandrax.

So, like Mandrax, I always have.

- Why don't you come inside

with me for a bit, eh?

The energy will

come back, Leonard.

You're on a roll, mate.

- Mm.

- Come on.

It's too hot for me.

Come on, mate.

Let's go.

(glass clinking)

You know, what I'm trying

to say to you, Leonard,

is don't k*ll yourself, mate,

because it's just a book.

- Yeah, I know. (snickers)

Thank you.

(chuckles) I'm officially

no longer promising,

and I do promise a lot.

So, you know, I don't know.

- You're talking to a man

who's been writing books

he doesn't care about

for the last 20 bloody years.

- And would you do it

differently, really,

if you'd do it again?

- Oh, I don't know.

I got to be a writer.

I've been pretty

lucky with the family,

there's Charm and the

kids, despite everything.

(breathes deeply) The

w*r saw me travelling.

I was in 64 countries

as a newspaper man.

Went to China, Gobi Desert.

Worked in the States, England.

Ended up here.

Nah, I don't think

I'd change much.

(cigarette crackling softly)

You know, when we came

here, me and Charm,

we had a dream

and Yeah, for a while,

things were pretty good.

But now, I'm married to

a full-blown alcoholic

and I'm sure she'd

say the same of me.

I'm gonna try to

write that book.

Bestseller. Important one.

Give it one last crack

and finish it here.

Go home and polish it.

- What's it, what's it about?

- Sort of a personal

examination.

Starting with my childhood,

I'm gonna place myself in

the narrative, you know,

see where it leads.

All those faceless

young men coming home

from the First World w*r,

trying to make sense

of it as a kid.

That's what it's about.

Yours?

- Mine is really a

sexual exploration.

It's a love triangle

where there's no love.

You know, I'm hoping that the

reader falls into the pages.

So, it's really a

relationship of four.

There's lots of sex, there's

lots of thoughts about God.

It's my examination of myself.

- So, you're going the Crest

commercial route then, are you?

(Leonard chuckles)

(coughs uncontrollably)

f*ck!

It's okay. Just

give us a moment.

- Yeah, yeah.

- f*ck.

Now, this is important.

As writers, it's our

duty to the reader

to give them a happy ending

because life doesn't

bloody have one.

It's f*cking sickness,

regret, decay,

a few pleasant memories

if you're lucky.

And that's it.

So, it's up to us

to give the reader

a happy ending once in a while.

Can you do that for me?

- I'll have to have

an ending first.

- Well, yes, but do it

for me, Leonard, please.

(sniffs) Come here.

- I just wish you

wouldn't leave.

- Come here.

I'll tell you what.

I'll stick around

for another month

if you promise to try not

to k*ll yourself, all right?

Because it's only a bloody book.

Do you understand

me? (lip smacks)

All right.

Now you drink some water

and you get some shade.

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Thanks for the water.

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I stepped into an avalanche ♪

It covered up my soul ♪

When I am not this

hunchback that you see ♪

I sleep beneath

the golden hill ♪

You who wish to conquer pain ♪

You must learn ♪

Learn to serve me well ♪

(tense guitar music)

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You strike my

side by accident ♪

As you go down ♪

- Leonardo.

(book thuds)

(speaking in foreign language)

You know where to send?

My friend, are you? (clapping)

(melancholic music)

(water splashing)

(water burbling)

(melancholic music)

(exhales sharply)

(thuds faintly)

(melancholic music)

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- See his eyes.

Yellow and bloodshot.

Symptoms of kidney failure.

Move him, he'll die.

I'll try to restore all the

electrolytes he has lost.

I've given him water salt.

- So he's going to be okay?

- Don't know.

(sombre music)

(waves lapping)

- [Leonard] Nothing left to do

when you know that

you've been taken.

Nothing left to do when

you're begging for a crumb.

Nothing left to do when

you've got to go on waiting

and waiting for the

miracle to come.

I dreamed about you, baby.

It was just the other night.

Most of you was naked, ah,

but some of you was light.

And the sands of

time were falling

from your fingers

and your thumb,

and you were waiting

for the miracle.

You were waiting for

the miracle to come.

(sombre music)

There's some

feeling I'm chasing,

I'm not sure what it is,

but I've tried recreating it

hundreds of thousands of times.

I figured one more journey

around these painted walls

and I'll get there.

(sombre music)

(sombre music fades)

- When will you know?

I mean, "The Favourite Game"

is that you would get

the numbers soon, right?

(sombre music)

I mean, come on, you can't

lose with those reviews.

(sombre music)

Leonard?

(birds twittering)

(glass clinking)

(birds twittering)

(lips smacking)

Hi!

- You look beautiful.

- You don't look so beautiful

at the moment, but hi.

- Leonard.

Hi.

Welcome back to the living.

I am Doctor Papas.

How do you feel?

- Oh, terrific.

(Doctor Papas and

Marianne chuckles)

I've been worse.

- I doubt that.

(Marianne giggling)

(lips smacking)

- Welcome back.

(lips smacking)

- [Doctor Papas] Your

friend is gonna be okay.

- [Goran] Yeah?

- Just keep him off drugs and

out of the sun. (snickers)

Or maybe just buy him a hat.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

I think the latter

would be easiest.

(speaking in foreign language)

(glasses clinks)

- Thank you.

- Where's Micro?

- He's at the neighbours.

They said that he

could stay there until,

until we knew.

- Until we knew what?

- Until we knew if

you would get better.

- It was that bad, huh?

- Doctor said 50-50.

- I wanted him to say I

had 4% chance of living,

but I rose up.

- Well, maybe we

should, you know,

talk about the things

that come before death.

Because at least I'm

happy you're not dead.

So, what do you wanna do?

What's on your bucket list?

You have a life.

What's, you know?

- I'd like to write

something that sells copies.

That's it.

- What about you?

- I wanna stay here and

have a family with you,

and see them grow

up on the island.

(bird chirping)

(sheets rustling)

Will you speak in my funeral?

(Leonard chuckles)

I mean it.

(Leonard laughs)

- I think we've established

I'm not going to outlive you.

It's not going to happen.

- You never know.

- Oh, I know.

- Mm-hmm.

You should get some more rest.

Leonard, be careful.

I will go and get

Junior and we can just-

- I'm really okay.

I'm really okay.

(gentle acoustic music)

- Don't get out of bed.

Stay there.

(gentle acoustic music)

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music continues)

(gentle acoustic

music continues)

- [Leonard] You know, I

wrote a poem about you

before I even met you.

Before anything here.

- Well, do I get to

hear the poem?

- Whenever I happen to see her

I forget for a while

that I feel ugly in my own

eyes for not winning her.

I wanted you to choose me

over all the other

men that you know

because I feel destroyed

in their company.

I have often prayed

for you like this.

Let me have her.

(Marianne chortles)

- Well, you have me. (laughs)

- Do I?

- I love you.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

(both chortles)

(cart rattling)

(cart thuds)

- Young love.

- (chortles) Hello, George.

- Now that's something

to write about.

(Marianne laughs)

- You don't know what

you're talking about.

I really, really, really

wish you wouldn't do this.

I'm afraid we have to, love.

We've kind of reached the

point where we need to go back,

sort of become the

people we used to be.

Oh, yeah, we're having a bit

of a farewell drinks party.

Well, not really a party,

probably more like a wake

but Saturday at Douskos,

if you're around.

It'd be nice to see you there.

- We will try to be there

but Leonard really needs

to rest, so we'll see.

- All right. Rest up, mate.

- You look great, man.

- You're a liar, but a

charming one, Leonard.

(phone ringing)

- Wait.

(crowd chattering)

(speaking in foreign language)

Leonard, telephone.

- [Leonard] Okay.

- It's.

- All right.

- There.

(footsteps thumping)

- Hello?

- Hey, Lenny?

Hey, it's me.

- Oh, hi, Irving. How you doing?

- [Irving] I read your book.

- Oh, man, just throw it out,

you know, set it on fire.

It was really-

- No, no, no, Lenny,

it's the best writing

you've done so far.

I never told you because I

always thought your suites

were better than your

prose, but this is

It's f*cking authentic.

It's so real. It's like life.

Really, really good.

- Really?

- [Irving] Yeah, yeah.

- It's not just

entirely indulgent?

- Well, if it's indulgent,

it's the most indulgent

piece of crap I ever read

but I do love it. (chortles)

You know, Louise loved

it, Morton loved it.

And my wife, she's f*cking

into your book, man.

She had her first

orgasm on page six.

- Oh, she's never had

any good taste, so.

- Because you never

had sex with me, Lenny.

You didn't have sex

with Mr. Zeus, did you?

Hey, we need you to

come back to Montreal

as soon as you can.

- Irving, you're really

the only opinion ever

that I've ever cared about.

- Ah, you're just

flattering me now.

I wouldn't have

told you all this

if I didn't believe in you.

And I'm an honest guy.

I sh**t straight

from my hairy ba*ls.

I've written poetry

that will stand time,

it will survive together

with the best of Shakespeare,

Keats, and Wordsworth.

But honestly, I

have never written

anything like this, Lenny.

I wish I had.

- I can't tell you how

happy this makes me.

- Congratulations.

- Really, I'm just-

- But you need to come back

here and we have to promote it.

- Yeah.

- [Irving] As soon as you can.

- All right. So long.

- [Irving] All right.

- I'll see you very soon.

- [Irving] Well, I'll be

waiting with a few beers.

- Okay.

It was a very nice phone call.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, it was from

Mr. Irving Layton.

He quite enjoyed my manuscript.

- He did?

- Yeah.

- That's incredible!

- Leonard!

- Well, he doesn't

like anything.

- Of course he liked it.

I told you. I told

you he would like.

- Well, let's celebrate.

I'll get some drinks.

- I'm so proud of you.

I guess some people

enjoyed it, you know?

- (chuckles) No.

- Well, I think he said now

that I should

return to Montreal,

and we can try and sell it.

He thinks it's a

commercial work.

I'm not sure I agree, but he

seems to have faith in it.

And Dudek as well and

Aviva liked it, too.

Aviva's a tough judge as well.

- She is, but when would

you wanna go to Montreal?

- Well, I don't know, you

know, as soon as possible.

- What do you mean?

The doctor, I mean, you

need, your body needs rest.

You can't just

You think that you're

gonna go on a plane now

in the condition you're in,

and go do some big show.

I mean.

- You know, I don't really,

I don't enjoy being yelled at

after I've gotten

the first good news

I've gotten in

quite a long time.

- I'm not yelling

at you, I'm just-

- Oh yes, you are.

You're raising your voice

on me for no reason.

- You nearly died.

- Well, if the

book doesn't sell,

then I nearly died for nothing.

- We're not coming with you,

so if you wanna k*ll

yourself, go ahead.

- Oh, terrific.

- Congratulations.

(crowd chattering)

What's wrong?

- [Charmian] George?

- Yep?

- I think we should do the

rest of the packing tomorrow

because we're supposed to be

at Douskos in half an hour.

- What?

- Are you dressed?

- [George] What?

- I think we should leave that

and do the rest of it tomorrow

because we're supposed to be

at Douskos in half an hour.

- Sorry?

Yeah.

Ugh, well, how about a

little coffee first, Charm?

You might want a coffee

first before we go?

(bell gently chiming)

- Oh, for God's sake, George.

Has it ever occurred to you

that maybe you're the one

who needs another drink?

(George clears throat)

(lips smacking)

- You look beautiful.

I think we look

beautiful together.

- When are you leaving?

- Um.

Maybe on Monday.

Was that a straight question?

You're interested

in my travel plans?

(Marianne snickers)

You know, if you'd

like to come with me,

that's absolutely up to you.

- You know that I cannot

come back with you there

because I am not one of you.

- Well, I don't know

what that means.

I have to sell the book because

we don't have any money.

- Oh, okay, so you think

that this is about money?

- Of course it's about money.

It's all about money,

this is what I do.

I'm a writer.

That's how I'm

supposed to make money.

What I do is who I am.

- Oh.

- What? What are

these theatrics?

These sounds you're

making towards me, what?

- You know, it's just funny,

it's just that Axel used

to say the exact same-

- Well, I'm not f*cking Axel!

I'm not Axel.

I'm not-

- Right now you are.

- What, do I have

to get a contract?

Got to show you my

f*cking birth certificate?

I'm not Axel.

There's a key difference.

I am here.

Your son calls me dad.

- Don't drag my son into this.

Please don't drag

my son into this.

- He is already in it!

If we don't get money,

then he has no food,

we have no electricity.

We'll have to sell everything.

We'll have to sell the house.

Why don't you try living

in the real world,

not this fantasy f*cking,

you're like a tourist

in your own life.

- Oh, okay, okay!

So you'd rather be a

tourist in Montreal,

where all the girls, they

just drool themselves,

"Oh, Leonard, the God, the

genius, the writer, the poet!"

I don't f*cking even know, okay?

I have nothing to do there.

- Don't denigrate what I do

because you've never done

anything with your life.

- (snickers) Yeah.

I made a child.

Actually, I made two, but

luckily for you and your mom

one of them died, so

there's that, you know?

- Okay, splendid.

- [Marianne] Splendid, ugh.

- Well, I'm going

to Douskos, so.

- [Marianne] Yeah.

- If you'd like to come, you

know, be my f*cking guest.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I'm not her favourite

person right now.

- She should have

learned by now.

- Will you keep an eye

on her when I'm gone?

Stop by the house and,

you know, check in,

make sure she's, I don't know,

not smashing the furniture.

- Yeah.

- All right.

- Of course.

- You think I'm doing

the right thing, right?

- Yeah.

- It's work.

(lively music)

(glass clinking)

(lively music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(Leonard sighs)

(lively music)

(crowd chattering)

Can I sit beside you?

- Yeah, please.

- [Leonard] Okay.

- We did have some

good times, too.

Yeah, it's really-

- They were all good times.

- Really good.

- All good times.

- Yeah.

I was always just a

bit too old for you.

- I always thought you

were too young for me.

- Wow. (chuckles)

(both laughs)

(Charmian laughing)

(crowd chattering)

You've always been

so kind. (chuckles)

And everybody else

here just hates me.

And I,

I helped every one of

them when they got here.

(crowd chattering)

(Charmian sniffling)

- Crying at a party?

- No.

- Yeah, you are.

- Leonard.

- No, no, no.

Oh.

Now you'll really be crying.

- You do me, you do

me one last favour,

you sing me a song.

- I'm not dying, dear.

- Please.

- Just going away

for a little while.

- Just one song.

- What's the matter?

- I don't know,

I just don't want

things to change

and I just want them to

I just want everything to

be the way it was, you know?

- Never is.

That's life, it's change.

That's why it's precious

because it has a finite

ending, you know?

You just gotta

pick your battles.

You can't bloody win.

- I wish-

- But, you know,

you just gotta

give it a good go.

- Mm-hmm.

(lips smacks)

- Don't cry, darling.

You're gonna be all right.

- [Marianne] Mm-hmm.

You think so?

- Yes, I know so.

Look at me and old Charm.

If we can make it, you can.

You keep an eye on

him while I'm gone.

Like a bird ♪

On the wire ♪

Like a drunk in

a midnight choir ♪

I have tried in my way ♪

To be free ♪

Like a worm on a hook ♪

Like a knight in some

old-fashioned book ♪

I have saved all my ribbons ♪

For thee ♪

- You all right, love?

And if I ♪

If I had been unkind ♪

I hope that you can

just let it go by ♪

(calm guitar music)

And if I ♪

If I have been untrue ♪

(Marianne laughs)

Know it was never to you ♪

Like a baby stillborn ♪

Like a beast with its horn ♪

I have torn ♪

- Come on, everyone.

All my lovers ♪

- Okay.

Goodbye, then.

Who reached out for me ♪

(calm guitar music)

- Bye.

But I swear by this song ♪

And all that I've done wrong ♪

I will try to make it up ♪

To thee ♪

(calm guitar music)

I saw a beggar leaning

on his wooden crutch ♪

(calm guitar music)

He said to me, you must

not ask for so much ♪

(calm guitar music)

A pretty woman leaning

on her darkened door ♪

(calm guitar music)

She cried to me ♪

Hey, why not ask for more ♪

(calm guitar music)