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[gentle music]
[Sore] Do you know...
[Sore] why dusk is so easy to love?
[Sore] Sometimes it's red, blushing happily.
[Sore] Sometimes it's black, dark and somber.
[Sore] But the sky...
[Sore] always accepts dusk as it is.
[gentle music]
[ice surface cracking]
[ship horn wailing]
[ship horn in the distance]
[Jonathan exhales]
[sheets rustling]
[camera clicks]
[photography equipment being put down]
[lens and camera click]
[wind howling]
[wind howling more gently]
[camera shutter clicks]
[Song intro Forget Jakarta - Adhitia Sofyan]
[acoustic guitar strumming]
[song] I'm waiting in line to get to where you are
[song] Hope floats up high along the way
[song] I forget Jakarta
[song] All the friendly faces in disguise
[song] This time, I'm closing down this fairytale
[song] And I put all my heart to get to where you are
[song] Maybe it's time to move away
[song] I forget Jakarta
[song] And all the empty promises will fall
[song] This time, I'm gone to where this journey ends
[song] But if you stay
[song] I will stay
[song] Even though the town's not what it used to be
[song] And pieces of your life you try to recognize
[song] All went down
[soothing music]
- Bye. - Bye.
[soothing music]
[song] I travel the world to get to where you are
[song] Strangers I met along the way
- [wooden door and window swing] - [song] You forget Jakarta
- [song] Leaving all the lunacy behind - [lighter ignited]
[song] Tonight...
[lighter snapped shut]
- [lighter being put down] - [song] You give me back my sanity
[Karlo] Does this world deserve us?
[Karlo] Do we pretend not to know,
[song plays softly as Karlo speaks]
[Karlo] or not really think about it?
[Karlo] Shy.
[Karlo] Hiding in the shadows,
[Karlo] lying the biggest lie that we are the highest beings in all of creation.
Oh...
you're practising.
Yes, I have an audition.
Next week.
[Karlo] What if I told you...
Okay, tell me...
No, it's my monologue.
You don't have to answer.
What if I told you...
Why are you looking at me?
I need connection!
Man!
- What if I told you... - Karlo, listen to me.
I'm thinking my next exhibition needs to be more explorative.
[Karlo mumbles]
So, I need more time.
[Karlo mumbles longer]
[Jonathan] This is the material, I'll send you the concept soon.
[Jonathan] Okay?
[paper rustling]
No, no, no...
Please, don't talk about climate change!
What are you? A 13-year-old Scandinavian girl?
What's next? Pandas or kittens?
- Trust me, Karlo. - No, you trust me!
They want something rare and unique.
This is rare!
[Bartender] Hey, Jo!
[glasses clinks against table]
[Bartender, in Croatian] Happy birthday.
Thank you.
It's your birthday?
Yes.
[Karlo grunts]
I'm sorry.
[affectionate cooing with gentle music in background]
So, that's the reason?
That's the reason with all this?
[Jonathan mumbles]
- Cheers. - Yes, cheers.
[glasses clink]
[swaying guitar music]
Who knows? Maybe David likes pandas.
It's a polar bear.
No, this is an albino panda.
[Jonathan laughs]
This is an all white...
[Karlo sings softly] See you soon...
[Karlo chuckles while singing]
[Jonathan sings softly] See you soon, Karlo.
[Karlo sings softly] See you soon...
[footsteps with gentle music in background]
[gentle music]
[birds chirping in the distance]
[sheets rustling]
[Jonathan exhales]
[abrupt sounds of sheets rustling and bed creaking]
Hi.
[loud sounds of sheets rustling and bed creaking]
[feet stepping on the floor]
Who are you?
I'm Sore.
Your wife from the future.
[rough, hasty footsteps and wooden floor creaking]
[wooden door swings open]
[footsteps]
Karlo, what are you playing at?
[Karlo's voice trembling]
[Karlo] Listen, I'm in the middle of rehearsal right now...
Are you crying?
No. What's up?
[Karlo sniffles]
[Jonathan] I told you, I hate these so-called jokes.
[Jonathan] How many times do I have to...
Hey! What...
What do you mean? What joke?
[Jonathan] You think it's funny to put a girl in my bed?
[Jonathan] Or what?
You think I'll like it because she's Indonesian?
I don't have time for this, Karlo! Come on!
[Karlo] Jonathan...
[Karlo] What are you talking about?
[Karlo] She has nothing to do with me.
[Karlo] Look, I'm preparing for the casting...
[Karlo] Also thinking of a good reason for David to agree with your climate change idea.
[Karlo] I don't have time for this, either.
Are you crying?
[Karlo] No!
Stop this game right now! It's not funny!
I hate people coming to my house.
What game? Are you drunk?
[Jonathan] No, you're the drunk one. You're so drunk you're crying!
[Karlo] No!
Yes, you are!
Tell her to leave, and stop crying like a little baby!
I'm not crying.
Crying like a little baby, that's a good idea.
[bartender offers something]
Thank you.
[glass put on the table]
Let's try again. Okay.
[Karlo sobs]
[hasty footsteps on wooden stairs]
How much did Karlo pay you?
I'll double it.
[Jonathan takes a deep breath]
Get out!
[Sore mumbles]
Okay.
[bed creaking and footsteps]
[slow footsteps on wooden floor]
[footsteps, shoes against wooden stairs]
[wooden floor creaking, followed by bed creaking]
[wooden floor creaking]
[Sore] Hey.
[Sore exhales]
Don't forget your wallet and phone.
[wooden floor creaks]
[footsteps descending wooden stairs with gentle, cheerful music]
[footsteps with gentle, cheerful music]
[Sore] Be careful, don't walk too fast.
[loud grunt and fruits scattering]
Sorry, I'm so sorry.
Sorry.
No problem.
[gentle, cheerful music continues]
[Jonathan panting]
Sorry, I'm late.
[Elsa] Are you okay?
[Jonathan sighs, annoyed]
Just great. Karlo sent a girl to my house.
Like, right into my house.
Why would he do that?
His idea of a joke, I guess.
What did I tell you? You need a new agent, a professional one.
- I have nothing against Karlo personally... - Elsa.
[Elsa takes a deep breath]
Okay, look, Jo.
Last night I spoke to my dad.
And he agreed to help us out.
He wants to open a restaurant for me.
And you can come along with me.
He'll introduce you to his friends.
So, what do you think?
[Jonathan scoffs softly]
Oh...
You don't like it, do you?
[Elsa] So what exactly is your plan?
[Elsa] A solo exhibition?
Yeah.
[Elsa] Come on, Jo. You know it.
[Elsa] Don't treat me like your mother, I'm your girlfriend.
[Elsa] So, act like a grown man.
[Elsa] Do you think I like to keep asking you like this?
Then, stop asking.
Hi, Elsa.
[in Croatian] I'm Sore.
[in Croatian] Jonathan's wife.
[in Croatian] Wife?
- She's your wife? - No!
Please, leave now!
- Don't trust her. - But I'm hungry.
You can eat somewhere else.
I want to eat here.
[Jonathan scoffs, annoyed]
[clothes rustling]
Here.
I'm paying you now. Please leave.
[Sore exhales]
I don't need your money.
I just want to eat.
Then find another table.
I want to eat here with you. Am I not allowed?
No. I'm having a conversation!
I'm asking you to leave now.
- Jo. - Wait.
Why bother talking to Elsa?
You'll break up soon.
You don't want to go with her to Madrid, right?
Work for her father...
Letting her boss you around... Am I right?
Just tell her. It'll be okay.
[Elsa exhales]
[in Croatian] Yes,
[in Croatian] he told me everything.
[in Croatian] Sorry, he must've told you he's single.
[in Croatian] Right?
[in Croatian] We got married in Indonesia,
and it's not the first time he gets involved with a woman like you.
[Sore takes a deep breath]
[in Croatian] Well, as a wife,
[in Croatian] I'm expected to have patience.
[in Croatian] Right?
Elsa, believe me.
[Sore, in Croatian] He'll ask you to look him in the eye so that you'll believe him.
[Sore, in Croatian] He'll also blame Karlo.
Elsa...
[Sore chuckles softly]
[in Croatian] Yes, he always says that when he's lying.
You'll get used to it.
[water splashing, Jonathan grunting]
[Jonathan is shocked]
[Jonathan scoffs, annoyed]
Elsa.
Let her go.
[Jonathan moans]
[waiter] Sorry.
[Jonathan] Sorry!
- [Sore] Come on, you'll trip. - [Jonathan] Sorry...
[thud, and tableware scattering]
[gentle music]
[Jonathan] Sorry...
[gentle, cheerful music continues as Jonathan breathes heavily]
[music gradually stops]
[bicycle tires against road]
[bicycle tires against road, with dog barking]
[dog barking]
[footsteps]
[gentle, cheerful music continues, with footsteps]
[gentle, cheerful music continues, with church bells chiming faintly]
[Sore laughs]
[music continues, followed by Jonathan running and Sore laughing]
[music stops]
Stop!
Enough!
Go, or I'll call the police.
[dog parking in the distance]
[fabric being pulled, keys rattling]
[key being turned]
[wooden furniture creaking]
Hi.
[Jonathan's breathing, wooden floor creaking]
[wooden floor creaking]
[birds chirping]
[fabric rustling, Jonathan's deep breath]
[Jonathan takes a deep breath]
[birds chirping in the distance]
[Jonathan takes a deep breath]
[footsteps and birds chirping]
[birds chirping]
[Sore yawns, birds chirping]
[footsteps and wooden floor creaking]
[footsteps]
What do you want?
[Sore's stomach growls]
[Jonathan exhales]
[glasses clink, music in restaurant]
- Hi. - Hello, Jo.
- For two, please. - Go ahead.
Thank you.
Hi...
[talking in Croatian]
[glasses clink]
[plates being put down]
Sorry...
- Enjoy. - Thank you.
You're welcome.
[patrons chattering, with gentle music]
[Sore mumbles]
What's your name?
Sore.
Okay, Sore.
[Sore mumbles]
After this, we are done.
Tell Karlo this is not funny anymore.
[Sore munches on food]
Karlo has no idea.
Ask me.
Anything.
About you.
[a group of people repeatedly belting "Ha!"]
Karlo, we need to talk.
[voices belting "Ha!" continues]
[Jonathan] She knows everything about me.
Who? [pronounced as "Hu"]
[voices are now belting repeated "Hu!"]
Stop!
Sore. [sounding like "sorry"]
It's fine.
Sore!
No problem.
Sore!
Her name is Sore.
Oh...
[Karlo grumbles]
[Karlo] Guys, take five!
Come.
The girl I was upset about yesterday,
she claims she's from the future!
[Karlo chuckles]
- From the future? - She says she's my wife!
And she knows everything about me.
Every little detail of my life.
[mysterious instrumental music plays]
- What's my mother's name? - Maya Wiryawan.
Born and raised in Surabaya.
She's one of 12 kids.
She's the second youngest child.
- My elder sibling? - Sindy?
She's fine.
She should be busy preparing her wedding now.
[instrumental music intensifies]
Three years from now, when she gets married, you'll go home, okay?
That's where you'll meet me.
[Jonathan sips his water]
[gulping water]
[intense instrumental music continues]
My younger sibling?
[intense instrumental music continues]
You don't have any.
[instrumental music gradually softens]
[instrumental music intensifies]
What else?
[intense instrumental music continues]
Your first girlfriend?
[intense instrumental music continues]
[Jonathan] She has nothing to do with you?
No...
Really, I...
would be proud if I'd come up with the joke, but...
I didn't.
[intense instrumental music continues]
Should we call someone?
[intense instrumental music slowly stops]
[footsteps]
[Sore] Hi.
[Sore] You're home.
[Sore] I made you yellow broth chicken soup.
Your favorite.
I used local prawn crackers for the savory powder, so...
[Jonathan] Okay.
Let's say I believe you're from the future.
What do you want?
[Sore mumbles]
[hands clasping]
[clothes rustling]
[fingers tapping on wooden kitchen set]
I want to make your life better.
My life is fine.
[Sore sighs]
Come.
[footsteps]
Come on!
[door opening]
[footsteps]
[door closing]
[Sore] You'll see David tomorrow, right?
[Sore] Don't show him the Arctic pictures. He doesn't feel...
[Jonathan] Sore, no.
That's the roll from Ladakh, right?
[footsteps]
[metal box being moved and opened]
This one. Roll 14, frame 20...
Sorry.
Frame 29.
You said frame 28 is out of focus.
[mysterious music plays]
[Jonathan] No one knows I took pictures there.
I do.
[mysterious music continues]
[Sore hands over the photo rolls and walks away]
[music slowly intensifies]
[paper rustling, with mysterious music]
[Sore] David will love the pictures of the lady you met at the temple's door.
[music slowly turns optimistic]
I know it sounds crazy.
[optimistic music continues]
But if you just have a little more patience,
you'll believe
[music turns intense, with slow tempo]
that I really am from the future.
[music soars]
Wow.
[David chuckles]
[David] This is fantastic . I like it very much.
- [Karlo] Really? - [David] Very much.
- Let's do it! - Thank you.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - [David] It has great potential...
- [Karlo] Cheers. - Cheers.
[intense music gradually softens, mixed with faint heartbeats]
[Sore] Now do you believe I can make your life better?
[munching]
[strawberry container being closed]
From now on,
do whatever I tell you, okay?
[strawberry container being toyed in hand]
[Jonathan] Okay.
[clothes rustling, feet stepping on ground]
Promise?
[birds chirping]
Promise.
[Sore] Whatever?
[birds chirping, dog barking in the distance]
Yes.
Okay.
[cigarette snapped in two and tossed away]
[metal cigarette case being closed and put down]
[footsteps]
[Song intro Gaze - Adhitia Sofyan]
[alcohol and water pouring, with gentle, romantic music]
[bottle being put down, with gentle, romantic music]
[footsteps with gentle, romantic music]
[seller] Here you go. Have a nice day.
- [seller] Good morning. - Hi.
[Sore] What do you want?
Anything.
[Sore] Seriously?
[song] Stay a while, I’m gazing the way you move from far
- Thank you. - Thank you.
[song] Never look back since then
[song] I won't have to wander the woods again
[song] Stay a while I’m watching the story goes so far
[song] Only a little while It seems
[song] Fits right in to my head but then...
[song] Lights go down curtain falls
[song] That’s how this story ends
[Sore] Hey.
Let's exercise.
[Sore] Come on!
[Jonathan groans]
Oh God.
[Sore laughs as song plays]
[Sore] Almost there! Look! Come on!
Come on, almost there.
[footsteps, with song]
[footsteps and heavy breathing, with song]
[Sore] Come on, a little further.
[Jonathan panting]
[Jonathan] Easy for you to say. I'm literally carrying you!
[Jonathan panting]
[Sore] Not far, I can see it.
[Jonathan panting]
[Sore] Come on.
[Sore laughs]
[Jonathan] Oh God!
[Sore laughs]
[Jonathan] Why on Earth did I marry you?
[song continues]
When you grow to like me, you'll be sorry.
[Jonathan breathes heavily, as song plays]
[song continues] That’s how this story ends
[song] As the day passes by, I knew...
Does this suit me?
[song] That this gaze was long overdue
Yes.
Okay.
[song continues]
Yes.
[Sore laughs]
Oh my goodness!
[David] So sorry I didn't listen to Elsa's recommendation.
I spoke to an agent in Spain. I told him I'm trying to make an exhibition in Madrid.
Great!
Do you have any other photos you think might be interesting?
[Jonathan mumbles]
The Arctic.
[Jonathan] I recently just came back from the Arctic.
- Is it about climate change? - No. In a way...
[in Croatian] Do they always have to talk about that?
[Karlo] [in Croatian] No, not that. It's more complex than you think.
But I'm curious to see from your perspective.
If it's more like this, show it to me first.
No pressure.
[laughter]
[faint chattering]
- [in Croatian] It's always the same topic... - Not this time.
Sorry, I answered right away.
It's okay.
[Sore's footsteps on stairs]
[wooden cabinet door creaks]
[Sore humming]
[stuff being placed in cabinet]
[Sore humming]
[stuff being put down]
[object being taken]
[object being taken, paper rustling]
What's this?
Don't open it.
[wooden cabinet door creaks]
Huh?
Your correspondence with Elsa?
Don't open it.
[Jonathan mumbles]
- [Sore] What is it? - [Jonathan] Don't open it!
[Jonathan] Don't!
[Sore] Jo! Cut it out!
[Sore laughs and squeals]
- [Jonathan] Don't open it! - [Sore] Jo! Stop it!
[Sore and Jonathan laugh]
[Sore] Jo! Stop!
- [Jonathan] Give it back! - [Sore] Jo! Stop it!
Jo! Stop it!
- [Jonathan] Give it back! - [Sore] I'll give it back!
[Jonathan] I won't stop until you give it back!
Jo! Okay, I'll give it back!
You can have it!
[Sore laughs]
[paper rustling, Sore and Jonathan laugh]
[Sore breathing slowly]
Jo...
Our first time...
was after we got married.
[paper rustling]
[Sore clears throat, paper rustling]
[Jonathan takes a breath, bed creaks]
[bed creaks]
[Sore takes a deep breath]
[Sore and Jonathan breathing deeply]
You said
you'd protect me
even from yourself.
I said that?
Yes.
Actually, I asked you to.
[Sore] I once told you.
I only want to have one relationship in my life.
If possible.
And suddenly you promised...
to protect me.
Eh...
But
come to think of it,
I'm already your wife.
But you're not my husband yet.
What are your thoughts
on this?
Nothing.
Nevermind.
[Sore giggles]
What am I sitting on?
My book.
[Sore and Jonathan giggle]
Your book?
[romantic music plays]
[Sore laughs]
- Want me to tickle you again? - No!
I gave it back.
[romantic music continues]
[Sore sighs]
What are you reading?
[Sore mumbles]
"Climate: Change for the Life".
Read it to me.
[romantic music continues]
[Sore laughs]
[Sore] Hold on.
- [Jonathan] Keep your eyes closed. - [Sore] Okay, I will.
[romantic music continues]
[Sore] Can I open them now?
Yes.
[romantic music intensifies]
[feet brushing against the floor]
[Sore giggles]
[music slowly stops]
[Jonathan] In the future...
is Madrid exhibition a success?
[footsteps]
[Jonathan] I feel like something's missing.
[Sore mumbles]
I think...
it'll work.
[dog barking in the distance, footsteps]
[Sore sighs]
I know what's missing.
What?
[gentle, romantic music plays]
[Sore] Where are we going? Why don't you just tell me?
[footsteps, gentle, romantic music]
Hey.
Say something. Jo!
Where are we going?
[footsteps, gentle, romantic music]
[water rippling, gentle, romantic music]
[Jonathan] What if we drink from an upside down thermos?
[Jonathan] What would happen?
[Sore] I didn't notice.
[sounds of the sea, gentle, romantic music]
[camera shutter]
[lens rotating]
[Sore] Jo!
[Sore] Come eat!
In a minute.
[sounds of the sea over faint music]
[sounds of the sea, footsteps]
[Sore] You have to eat.
[sounds of the sea, Jonathan mumbles]
One more picture.
You haven't eaten anything all day.
Wait. Can you stand right over there?
[gentle music, sounds of the sea]
- Me? - Yes.
[gentle music, sounds of the sea]
Just one picture.
One, and then we eat.
- Yes, stand over there... - Promise?
- Just one? - [Jonathan] Just one!
[Sore] Here?
Now, turn to your left.
Like this?
[camera shutter]
[Jonathan chuckles]
- Lose the ladle. - [Sore] You said one picture.
[Jonathan] Yes, but the ladle is distracting.
- [Jonathan] Toss it over here. - [Sore] I toss, you catch, okay?
[Jonathan] Yes, toss it here.
- [Jonathan] Okay. - [Sore] You said you'd catch.
[Jonathan] No.
[Jonathan mumbles, lens rotating]
Smile.
[Jonathan] Okay, one, two...
[camera shutter]
[Sore] Can we eat now?
[sounds of the sea, gentle music]
I'm still thinking about today's sunset.
[Sore exhales]
Will David like it?
[faint sounds of the sea]
Jo...
[Sore's hand brushing against Jonathan's face]
Go to sleep.
[Sore mumbles]
[footsteps on a quiet road]
Are you still thinking about it?
[footsteps on gravel]
Yes.
[footsteps on gravel]
[sounds of a quiet night]
[clothes rustling]
[feet stepping on the floor]
[bed creaks]
[items rattling in the bag]
[footsteps]
[cigarette case being closed]
[lighter ignited]
[lighter snapped shut]
[Jonathan takes a drag]
[Sore] Throw it away.
- [Jonathan] Just this one. - I said, throw it away.
- [Sore] It's been two days. I said... - Just this one, and that's it.
I can't quit just like that.
- [Jonathan] Changing a habit takes time. - That's not true.
Slowly, you said? I tried it, and I failed.
Every time I let you have that one time,
you get further away from quitting, getting more stubborn!
[Sore sighs]
Let's start over.
- It's just this one time. - No.
[Sore] It's fine.
[Sore] We'll start over.
This is not the first time.
It's fine.
Okay?
[faint, mysterious music]
Eight years from now...
you'll be dead.
A heart attack.
[music with slow tempo piano]
[Jonathan] Sore. Your nose...
[sorrowful music over heartbeat]
[Jonathan] Sore.
[sorrowful music over a heartbeat]
[Jonathan] Sore!
Sore! Hey!
[Sore moans]
[Jonathan] Sore, what's happening?
[Sore moans, heartbeat slowing down]
[faint] Sore!
[heartbeat slows down and finally stops]
[Sore, in Croatian] If I have to live ten thousand times,
[Sore, in Croatian] I hope I'll always choose you.
[vortex sound]
[Sore panting]
[Sore inhales deeply]
[Sore exhales]
[Jonathan breathes out]
[bed creaks]
Who are you?
[Sore breathing slowly]
I...
[Sore choking up]
[Sore still choking up]
[Sore takes a breath]
I'm Sore.
Your wife from the future.
[song Pancarona - Barasuara] My dreams dissolving
[song] My heart leaving you
- [Sore sobs] - [song] Turning blue, turning silent
[Sore sobs]
[song] They will slowly feel...
[Jonathan talking faintly on the phone]
[Jonathan] You think I'll like it because she's Indonesian?
[Jonathan] I don't have time for this, Karlo. Come on!
[Jonathan] How much did Karlo pay you? I'll double it.
[song] The sky, the ocean
Get out!
[Sore chuckles softly]
[song] the answer lies before you...
[song] You start doubting your heart
Okay.
[song] A burst of colors...
Hey.
Don't forget your wallet and phone.
[song] ...and uncertainties, a burst of colors
Be careful, you'll...
[rough footsteps, thud from collision]
[Jonathan] Sorry.
[song] ... silence...
[Sore] Hi, Elsa. I'm Sore, Jonathan's wife.
[song over water splashing, glass being put down]
[Jonathan grunts]
[Sore] Let her go.
[Jonathan grunts]
[Sore] Come on, you'll trip.
[Jonathan grunts and curses]
[song] ...melancholy...
[song] silence echoing longing
[song] Loneliness, melancholy...
[Jonathan] Stop!
Enough! Go, or I'll call the police.
What do you want?
[song grows faint]
[Sore, in Croatian] Actually, he can't drink beer. Can you help me out?
You had your first cigarette in first grade, in the school's bathroom at recess.
[Jonathan] Let's say I believe you're from the future, what do you want?
[Sore] I want to make your life better.
[Jonathan] My life is fine.
[Sore] From now on, do whatever I tell you, okay?
[Sore] Promise?
[song intensifies]
[song continues]
[Jonathan] Why on Earth did I marry you?
[Sore] When you grow to like me, you'll be sorry.
[Jonathan chuckles]
Enough with today's work.
[Sore] Go to sleep.
[Jonathan] I can't sleep before I finish.
[song] Changes and uncertainties...
[cigarette case being tossed away]
[song] Running further from what you're searching, a burst of colors
[song] Hurry home
[container being slammed, items scattering]
[Jonathan] Sore!
If you want to die first, fine, stop listening to me!
Sore! Hey!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore] Did you forget your promise?
Let's start over.
Just one...
[Jonathan] Sore!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore exhales]
[rough footsteps, song playing]
Why is it so hard to listen to me? I told you!
No one orders me around, not even my wife!
[song continues]
Sore!
[Sore collapses]
[Sore wakes up with a start]
My negatives are ruined!
I said, go to sleep!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
I'm Sore.
[Jonathan] Sore!
Your wife
from the future.
[song stops]
[Sore] Are you enjoying it?
[footsteps on gravel]
Is it worth it?
- Changing a habit takes time... - [Sore] Yes.
If you don't want to change,
okay.
It's fine.
[Sore takes a deep breath]
[Sore breathing slowly, birds chirping]
I will stay out of your life.
[Sore takes a deep breath]
I'm just asking one thing from you.
[Sore takes a deep breath]
Don't come anywhere near me.
Don't introduce yourself to me at your sister Sindy's wedding.
Don't ever come into my life, and make me have feelings for you,
only to watch you die first and leave me behind!
[Sore breathing deeply]
[faint heartbeat]
I was wrong.
[heartbeat slowing down]
[Sore] I should've accepted that people don't change.
[very slow heartbeat, sound of vortex]
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore breathing heavily]
[Sore's breathing quickens]
[Sore choking up]
[Sore breathing heavily]
[footsteps over faint, intense music]
[footsteps on gravel]
[Jonathan] You speak fluent Croatian, how long did it take you to learn?
[sorrowful music]
Maybe hundreds of years...
- [Jonathan] Huh? - Huh?
[music continues]
How old are you now?
How old?
A hundred something? I forgot.
Really?
[Sore laughs]
Wow.
[Jonathan] No wonder you're fluent.
[sorrowful music over Sore's faint laugh]
[slow tempo sorrowful music over footsteps]
[sorrowful music over slow footsteps]
[Sore, in Croatian] If I have to live ten thousand times,
I hope I'll always choose you.
[sorrowful music over faint sounds of the sea]
Meaning?
Good night.
[Jonathan breathes heavily]
[sorrowful music]
[sorrowful music over birds chirping]
[feet stepping on the floor]
[footsteps]
- [Store Owner 1, in Croatian] Hello. - Hello.
[Store Owner 1, in Croatian] Want to try something with truffle?
[Store Owner 1, in Croatian] I sell truffle products.
[in Croatian] No...
[in Croatian] I'm looking for a job.
[in Croatian] Sorry.
[in Croatian] We have no vacancy.
[Store Owner 2, in Croatian] Sorry, but we're not hiring.
[in Croatian] But I will work hard, just pay me what you can.
[Store Owner 2, in Croatian] So sorry, I really can't help you.
[Sore chuckles]
[in Croatian] It's all right.
[Store Owner 3, in Croatian] Listen, I understand.
[Store Owner 3, in Croatian] I like you, but I can't give you a job.
[Sore mumbles]
[Sore, in Croatian] It's all right.
[Sore, in Croatian] Thank you.
[footsteps]
[Sore sighs]
[Store Owner 3, in Croatian] Wait.
[in Croatian] You said you're a fashion designer?
[Sore] Yes.
[in Croatian] My friend owns a bridal shop in Zagreb.
[in Croatian] Maybe he needs an intern.
[in Croatian] I'm going to Zagreb today. You can come with me, if you want.
[Sore sighs in relief]
[bus engine running]
[street atmosphere, faint chattering]
[door opening]
[in Croatian] Hello!
Marko!
- [Store Owner 3, in Croatian] Wait here. - Okay.
[glass door closing]
[Customer 1, in Croatian] Come on, that's enough.
[Customer 1, in Croatian] I told you not to listen to your friend's recommendation.
[Customer 1, in Croatian] He was a know-it-all. Look at you now. See?
[Customer 1, in Croatian] You look like a lamp. Everything is tilted.
[Customer 1, in Croatian] We shouldn't have listened to him.
[Customer 1, in Croatian] Hey, you!
[in Croatian] Where's Marko?
[Sore mumbles]
[in Croatian] I...
[Customer 1, in Croatian] I want our money back.
[in Croatian] This unacceptable and unprofessional.
[Customer 2, in Croatian] Come on, Mom. Calm down.
[in Croatian] You want to see?
[Customer 1, in Croatian] Come, see for yourself.
[Customer 1, in Croatian] Look at your boss' work.
[in Croatian] Now I have to find another designer.
[in Croatian] Because everything is asymmetrical.
[in Croatian] The fabric is hanging on this side.
[in Croatian] Go take a look!
[in Croatian] Sorry, can you stand straight?
[Sore mumbles]
[in Croatian] Okay.
[in Croatian] Now stand on your toes.
[Sore mumbles]
[in Croatian] You have to wear high heels with this dress.
[in Croatian] When you sleep, which side do you sleep on?
[in Croatian] Your left side?
[in Croatian] How did you know?
[in Croatian] There's nothing wrong with the dress.
[in Croatian] If you're not comfortable, we can adjust on this side.
[in Croatian] But you are beautiful already.
[in Croatian] Is that her?
[in Croatian] Yes.
[in Croatian] Okay, she's very good.
[sounds of the street]
[Marko, in Croatian] Listen, I will deduct your rent from your salary.
[Marko, in Croatian] Are you okay with it?
[Sore, in Croatian] Sure. No problem.
[sounds on the street]
[door opening]
[in Croatian] Sorry, the place is a mess.
[footsteps]
[Sore clicks tongue in awe]
[in Croatian] It's fine.
[Marko, in Croatian] Where's your stuff?
Um...
[in Croatian] You're such a mess.
[Sore laughs]
[Marko, in Croatian] Don't laugh.
[in Croatian] Your love is stupid.
[package being put down, paper rustling]
[in Croatian] Thank you.
[footsteps]
[door creaking]
[gentle piano music]
[gentle instrumental music]
Hi.
[faint chattering]
[gentle instrumental music]
[gentle instrumental music, wind blowing]
[kids playing, faint cheerful banter]
[door opening]
- Hello, Marko. - [Marko] Hi, Sore.
[door closing]
[Sore mumbles]
- Coffee? - [Marko] Thanks, darling.
- [Elsa] Marko! - [Marko] Hi, Elsa!
[Elsa, in Croatian] I opened the door the wrong way.
[faint conversation]
- [Marko, in Croatian] Hi, love. Looking beautiful. - [Elsa, in Croatian] You look great, as usual.
[Elsa, in Croatian] By the way, I loved the dress I wore.
[Elsa, in Croatian] It looked amazing in the pictures. I'll send them to you.
[Elsa, in Croatian] But I'm here today...
[Elsa, in Croatian] because I'm getting married. This is Jonathan.
- [Jonathan] Hi. Jonathan. - [Marko] Marko...
[Elsa, in Croatian] He'll have his suit tailored here. I'm looking for a wedding dress.
- [Marko, in Croatian] I have to do measurements. - [Elsa, in Croatian] Yes.
[Marko] Sore!
Yes?
[Marko, in Croatian] Do his measurements.
[faint conversation]
Sorry, please stand here.
[faint conversation]
[stuff being put down]
[gentle piano music from the song Terbuang dalam Waktu - Barasuara]
[measurement tape clicks]
[gentle piano music, faint conversation]
[measurement tape clicks]
[measurement tape clicks repeatedly]
[gentle piano music over faint conversation]
[measurement tape clicks repeatedly]
[gentle piano music, faint conversation]
[measurement tape clicks repeatedly, gentle piano music]
[gentle piano music over faint conversation]
Sorry.
[measurement tape clicks repeatedly]
[gentle piano music continues]
[catching breath]
[Marko, in Croatian] Listen.
[Marko, in Croatian] I've seen it many times.
[Marko, in Croatian] A young woman like you wouldn't survive this period.
[in Croatian] Period?
[Marko, in Croatian] The broken heart period.
[Sore mumbles]
[in Croatian] It's not that, Marko...
[in Croatian] Sore, there are three things you can't change in this life.
[in Croatian] The past, pain, and death.
[Marko, in Croatian] I just want my employee to focus, okay?
[Marko, in Croatian] You'd better turn a new leaf.
[Marko, in Croatian] Move on!
[Sore breathing softly]
[Sore's breathing over water flowing]
[Elsa] No excuse for this childish behavior. Grow up!
[Elsa] Do you want this or not?
[Elsa] Listen, I'm tired.
[Elsa] Do you want this or not? What do you want?
You want to act like this forever?
Listen, I'm tired of acting like your mom. Telling what you have to do every time.
Send your freakin' mail.
[Elsa] You dad lives just a couple of kilometers from here.
[Elsa] You don't even have the courage to meet him.
[Elsa] Dan...
don't act like a victim.
You're mad at your dad, but you blame it on me.
[Elsa] I'm tired.
Okay, Jo.
You know what...
it's up to you.
I give up.
[footsteps]
- Bye. - Bye, Elsa. Let me know.
[door slammed, footsteps]
[door opening]
[door being closed roughly]
Marko?
Yes?
[in Croatian] You said the past, pain, and death...
[in Croatian] can't be changed, right?
[in Croatian] Yes, that's what I said.
[faint sound of the street outside]
[in Croatian] So, you believe people can change?
[in Croatian] Of course people can change.
[in Croatian] But, the change must come from within.
[in Croatian] Some people have trouble making peace...
with their pain and trauma.
[in Croatian] But they can change.
[in Croatian] Wait, Sore...
[in Croatian] Is it him?
[gentle piano music]
[Marko mutters to make sure]
[gentle piano music over faint heartbeat]
[gentle piano music over clear heartbeat]
[heartbeat slowing down]
[in Croatian] Thank you for everything, Marko.
[intense music gradually stops]
[Sore breathes deeply]
[bed creaks]
[sheets rustling, feet stepping on the floor]
[footsteps]
[paper rustling]
[cabiner door creaks]
[paper rustling roughly]
- I'M IN ZAGREB. - JO
IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE MET MOM. - JO
[sorrowful music]
[sorrowful music softens]
- IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, REMEMBER? - JO
- ARE YOU HAPPIER NOW, DAD? - JO
[gentle music]
- HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD. - JO
[gentle music and paper rustling]
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU STILL CARE, BUT I SHOULDN'T BE HERE. - JO
Why haven't I opened this?
[Jonathan breathes deeply]
[Jonathan is stunned, bed creaks]
[Sore stammers]
Jo! Wait, listen to me.
I'm Sore, your wife from the future.
Karlo didn't send me.
[Sore stammers]
In the dark room, second drawer from the bottom right...
roll number 14, frame number 29.
[Sore] You took pictures of the lady in Ladakh,
[Sore] no one knew you took pictures there, but I do.
Let's go see your dad.
[melancholy music]
You've been writing these for a long time, right?
[melancholy music]
[melancholy music intensifies]
[footsteps]
[door closing roughly]
[Sore sighs]
[Sore clicks tongue, sound of vortex]
[Sore wakes up with a start]
Jo!
- Jo! - [Jonathan] Hey!
Listen to me. Calm down, listen to me.
I know you've been writing these for a long time. Right?
Now think it through.
What if you go back home, without ever seeing your dad...
You'll be sorry, right?
You'll regret it.
I know you've been writing these for a long time. Right?
[footsteps]
[Sore sighs softly]
[footsteps]
[car door opens]
[car door being slammed]
[Police Officer] We'll contact you.
[chair being sat on]
[car door being closed gently]
[Sore wakes up with a start, panting]
[Sore breathing heavily]
Must I start over?
[Jonathan is stunned]
[Sore breathing slowly, bed creaking]
[Jonathan] Who are you?
Maybe start from there?
Okay.
One at a time.
From the start.
[Jonathan] Hey!
[Jonathan] Do you hear me?
Hi.
[gentle, romantic music]
[Jonathan grunts]
[Jonathan] Sorry...
[faint chattering]
[water splashing, gentle, romantic music]
[Sore] You're always uncomfortable talking about your dad.
[gentle, romantic music]
You always avoid it.
[gentle, romantic music]
Hi, you're home.
[Sore] I want to make your life better.
[Jonathan] Promise.
Whatever?
[Jonathan] Don't open it!
- [Sore] I see. - [Jonathan] Give it back!
- [Jonathan] Don't open it! - [Sore] Jo!
I'm still thinking about today's sunset.
[gentle, romantic music]
Come eat.
[items rattling in the bag, music continues]
[footsteps]
[footsteps, music gradually stops]
[Sore takes a deep breath]
Hey.
[Sore] We're going to Zagreb tomorrow.
To see your dad.
[Sore] So you won't regret anything.
No regrets.
You've been living here because your dad lives in Zagreb, right?
[Jonathan] You'll never understand.
Then, let's talk about it.
Let's talk.
[Sore] If we don't talk about it, how can I understand?
- Nothing to talk about. - You want to see your dad, not me.
[Sore] If not, why have you been living in Croatia?
Whether you want to stay angry or forgive him,
it's your choice.
[Jonathan choking up]
He chose someone else.
I was four.
My sister Sindy was six.
He married another woman, abandoning us, can one forgive that?
Now you ask me to choose?
[Jonathan sighs]
What kind of person left his wife and kids for his own pleasure?
Huh?
[Jonathan] What kind of person?
[footsteps]
[Sore] A person like you.
You're just like your dad.
You die, leaving me behind, just for things you like to do.
How are you different from him?
[Sore breathes deeply]
[faint heartbeat]
How long will you stay angry?
[heartbeat slowing down]
Sore!
[Sore panting]
[Sore sighs in disappointment]
[Sore slowly exhales]
[in Croatian] If it has to be that way,
[in Croatian] let my failure in life balances
[in Croatian] my success
[in Croatian] in another version.
[footsteps, paper rustling]
[paper rustling]
[in Croatian] There's no such things as parallel lives.
[in Croatian] Parallel worlds are just manifestations of human arrogance.
[in Croatian] How arrogant we are, when we think we can conquer time.
[in Croatian] Do we think that by time travelling
[in Croatian] and making different choices,
[in Croatian] the parallel life will exist?
[in Croatian] We know nothing about time.
[in Croatian] What is it?
[in Croatian] Who are you?
[in Croatian] Hi, Karlo.
[in Croatian] I'm Sore.
[in Croatian] Jonathan's wife.
[in Croatian] I come from the future.
[Karlo chuckles]
[Karlo laughs harder]
[in Croatian] Elsa has asked him many times to see his dad.
[Karlo sighs]
[in Croatian] But you have to know...
[in Croatian] I think Elsa is trying to control Jonathan.
[in Croatian] She meddles in his work.
[in Croatian] Even I, as his agent...
[in Croatian] respect his choices.
[Karlo, in Croatian] I mean, what do you expect?
[Karlo, in Croatian] He's a man with many scars.
[Karlo, in Croatian] I don't know
[Karlo, in Croatian] if Elsa loves him...
[Karlo, in Croatian] or she's just obsessed to change him.
[Sore sighs]
[Sore] That's why Jo never changes...
[Sore] I'm just replacing Elsa, controlling his life.
[Karlo, in Croatian] Sorry?
[Sore sighs]
[Sore chuckles]
[in Croatian] Nevermind.
[in Croatian] Listen, no one understands him better than you.
[Karlo, in Croatian] You're his wife.
[Sore mutters in agreement]
[hands clasping, Sore mumbles]
[gentle music]
[Karlo takes a deep breath]
Thank you.
[in Croatian] Hey, can I borrow your time machine
for a short time?
[Karlo and Sore laugh]
[in Croatian] I have no time machine.
[Sore takes a deep breath]
[Sore slowly exhales]
[Sore] I'm sorry.
[Sore] For forcing you to exercise.
What other plans do you have?
No plans.
Besides, all my plans have failed.
[gentle music, birds chirping faintly]
I can't make your life better.
[gentle music, birds chirping faintly]
Only you can do it.
But...
I would be so happy
if I could just be there with you.
If you'd let me.
[Sore sighs]
[shoes brushing with grass]
You were once
so angry with me.
Because I forced you to see your dad.
[birds chirping]
I'm sorry.
Did I tell you about him?
Remember, I'm from the future.
But because you were angry,
I got to understand
your feelings.
You said...
You feel your dad chose someone else over you.
But you don't choose yourself, either.
[limbs brushing with grass]
You must be so miserable.
For years...
you chose to imprison your dad in his mistakes,
rather than setting yourself free.
[gentle, melancholy music]
Okay?
[Sore's hand caressing Jonathan]
Whenever you're ready,
I'm here.
[gentle, melancholy music, birds chirping faintly]
[limbs brushing with grass]
[Sore's hand caressing Jonathan]
[slow, sentimental music]
[Jonathan] What's wrong?
Nothing.
[slow, sentimental music]
[bus braking]
[Jonathan] Is our marriage a happy one?
[Jonathan] You are so nice to me.
[Sore] Actually, we fight quite a lot.
[Jonathan] Really?
[Sore] No marriage is perfect.
[Sore] Each time we stop fighting...
[Sore] I can question again
[Sore] why...
[Sore] I married you.
[Sore] But I always remember
how every time we stop fighting
and we calm down,
[Sore] we will care
[Sore] about each other's feelings.
[Sore] Who's right or wrong, we talk about it later.
[Sore] What's important is...
[Sore] we try to understand
[Sore] our feelings.
[Sore] So, every time I regret marrying you...
[Sore] at the end of the day, I always think...
it looks like
even if I get to start over hundreds of times...
I will always choose you.
[Jonathan sighs]
You love me that much?
[Sore laughs softly]
You said it!
- Did I? - [Sore] Yes!
[Jonathan] I said that?
Do you know
why dusk is so easy to love?
Sometimes it's red, blushing happily...
Sometimes it's black, dark and somber...
But the sky...
always accepts dusk as it is.
Did I say that, too?
[Sore mumbles, confirming]
Can I even say such sweet words?
[Sore laughs]
[Sore] You don't believe me?
[Sore] Why not?
[Sore] Really, those are your words.
[Sore] Oh gosh.
[music played by street busker]
♪ For every sweet word ♪
♪ you used to utter to me ♪
♪ For every gaze you gave me ♪
♪ For every smile you gifted me, thank you! ♪
♪ So little goodness in this life ♪
♪ When the sun shines ♪
♪ Clouds will always follow ♪
♪ But you gave me so much... ♪
We're almost there, right?
♪ sunlight in my life ♪
[engine running]
[slow footsteps]
[faint sounds of the street]
[three knocks on the door]
[very faint mysterious music]
Sore.
Your nose...
[music continues, heartbeat]
What's happening?
[music intensifies, heartbeat slowing down]
Sore...
[Jonathan] Sore!
What's wrong?
[music intensifies, heartbeat slowing down]
[handle of door being opened]
[sound of vortex]
[Sore wakes up with heavy breathing]
[Sore exhales]
[Sore breathing heavily]
Why is it restarting? I haven't said anything.
[Sore breathing heavily]
[Sore breathing heavily, bed creaks]
[Sore breathing heavily, Jonathan steps on the floor]
[Jonathan] Who are you?
[Sore takes a deep breath, slow tempo drum]
Whenever you're ready...
[drum continues]
I'm here.
What's wrong?
[drum continues]
Nothing.
[drum continues, bus engine running]
[drum continues]
[Jonathan] Many museums in this area.
Even if I get to start over hundreds of times, I'll always choose you.
[drum music continues, sounds of the street]
[Sore] The night falls early.
[Voice on video] The sun is having an unusually busy week.
[Voice on video] These enhanced pictures from NASA's solar dynamic observatory...
show exactly what's going on.
[Voice on video] You can see here on the left,
an explosion of radioactive material on a scale never seen before.
[Voice on video] a gigantic solar flare.
[Voice on video] Over the last few days,
there have been more than half a dozen similar eruptions.
[Voice on video] And look at this image, super heated energy particles...
[Jonathan] Sore.
[Voice on video] streaming towards the earth...
[Voice on video] at around 800 km per second.
[Voice on video] Now you may be able to see for yourself...
when this solar wind hits Earth.
[Voice on video] Beginning May 10,
[Voice on video] Aurora will be visible in North America,
[Voice on video] Portugal, Spain, Croatia...
[Voice on video] and some countries in Asia.
He...
[music continues]
He...
[music continues]
He is mad.
Who?
[Sore hyperventilating, music continues]
Hey! Sore!
[orchestra drum bass booming]
TIME
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore breathing heavily]
[sorrowful music play over sound of time ticking very fast]
Come on.
[sorrowful music play over sound of time ticking very fast]
Is it still far?
[hasty footsteps, music and time ticking in the background]
Why are you rushing?
[hasty footsteps, with sorrowful music and time ticking getting louder]
[sorrowful music gradually intensifies, time ticking grows faster]
[hasty footsteps, sorrowful music and time ticking continue]
[sorrowful music, time ticking]
[Jonathan] Sore!
[Sore breathing heavily, time ticking slower and more stable]
[music continues, time ticking]
Whenever you're ready,
I'm here.
[quick footsteps, intense music with fast tempo]
[Sore] Even if I get to start over hundreds of times,
[Sore] I'll always choose you.
[Jonathan] Sore!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Jonathan] Sore!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
I'm Sore.
[music intensifies]
Your wife from the future.
[Jonathan] Sore.
[intense music continues]
[Sore wakes up with a start]
I can't, Jo.
[Jonathan] Sore!
I can't...
[music grows more intense and sorrowful]
Promise?
[intense music turns more gentle]
[Jonathan] Why is it night already?
[gentle music continues]
Jo.
Don't let me fade away with time, okay?
Huh?
Don't forget me.
[gentle music continues]
Promise?
[gentle music continues]
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore exhales]
[Sore breathing deeply]
[Sore choking up, holding back sobs]
[Sore exhales]
[Jonathan and Sore are stunned]
[sheets rustling, Sore breathing deeply]
[slow tempo intense music]
[Jonathan] Who are you?
[Sore choking up, with gentle, intense music]
[Sore sighs]
Hi.
I'm Sore.
Your wife...
[Sore choking up]
forever.
[intense music soars and turns quiet ]
[music turns mysterious]
[music turns grand]
[grand music soars]
[grand music suddenly turns to sound of vortex then stops]
[long wail of ship horn]
[Jonathan exhales]
[Jonathan mumbles]
[faint footsteps]
[footsteps]
- Hello. - Hello.
[footsteps]
[Elsa] Jo...
What did you do in the Arctic?
Just the usual.
[Elsa] You've changed.
You're more calm.
And...
[Elsa] I don't know, I just feel that way.
[tableware clinking]
[Elsa] Okay, Jo.
[Elsa] So, last night I spoke to Dad.
And he agreed to help us out.
[Elsa] He wants to open a restaurant for me.
[Elsa] And you can come along with me there.
[Karlo] Whether this world deserves us.
Or we pretend...
not to know,
[Karlo] or never really think about it?
Are you okay?
[glass being put down]
Yeah.
I just broke up with Elsa.
Okay.
I don't think it's going to work.
[Karlo chuckles softly]
[Karlo takes a drag]
I knew that, but why now?
What's happening?
[slow footsteps, waves crashing]
[wind blowing, waves crashing]
[slow footsteps, waves crashing]
[Jonathan] I don't know.
[Jonathan] I just feel...
[Jonathan] How do I say it?
[Jonathan] Longing?
[faint chattering]
[footsteps on ice, wind blowing]
[Jonathan] I don't know who or what, but...
[Jonathan] When I woke up...
[footsteps on ice, wind blowing]
[Jonathan] it felt like...
[Jonathan] a tremendous feeling of longing.
[footsteps on ice, wind blowing]
[footsteps on ice]
Longing's good.
[sound of the sea]
[camera shutter]
[sound of the sea]
[Jonathan] Do you know
[Jonathan] why dusk is so easy to love?
[Jonathan] Sometimes it's red, blushing happily...
[Jonathan] Sometimes it's black, dark and somber...
[Jonathan] But the sky...
[Jonathan] always accepts dusk as it is.
[small waves crashing, wind blowing]
[sound of the sea turns into sound of the street]
[footsteps on dry leaves]
[sounds of the street]
[four knocks on the door]
[Jonathan breathes rapidly]
[key being turned]
[door opening]
[door creaking]
Yes?
Is this Seno's house?
Yes.
[sounds of the street]
I'm from Indonesia, and...
[Seno's wife] Oh...
Do you want to come in?
Yes...
[footsteps]
[Seno's wife] Wait here, I will call my husband.
[door opening]
[clothes rustling]
[footsteps]
[slow tempo gentle music]
[slow tempo gentle music continues]
[palms rubbing against each other]
[footsteps, slow tempo gentle music]
[slow tempo gentle music]
Nothing can justify what you did.
But thank you for the best four years you've given me.
- I forgive you. - Jo
[slow tempo gentle music gradually turns optimistic]
[Seno's wife] Honey?
Yes?
[Seno's wife] Are you okay?
[Seno choking up]
[Seno stammers]
[Seno breathing heavily, footsteps]
[gentle, optimistic music plays over Seno's heavy breathing]
[gentle music gradually turns cheerful]
[Karlo] So, you quit smoking and drinking at the same time?
[Karlo] That's not healthy, man.
[Karlo] I'm going to miss this.
Come to Indonesia.
[cheerful music escalates]
[car engine running, slow tempo optimistic music]
[door closing softly]
[optimistic music continues]
[music slowly stops]
[Maya exhales]
[Maya exhales loudly]
[Maya] Since when do you exercise?
[Jonathan] Starting slowly, Mom.
[Maya mumbles]
[Maya exhales]
[Maya] So, why did you come home?
[Maya exhales]
I don't know.
[intense music plays]
[intense music slowly turns into the intro of Terbuang dalam Waktu - Barasuara]
[song] I remember your voice whisking off my doubts
[song] But growing up changes views and acceptance
[song] Requiting, entwining, breaking and disappearing
[song] The cut that hurts, the pain that stays
[song] Is there hope in sight? Turning back
[song] Dreams drowning in mist and anger
[song] Open wound, blindly raging
[song] Tears held back
[song] Devoured by disintegrating time
[gentle music]
[gentle music turns to song]
[song] I remember your voice whisking off my doubts
[song] But growing up changes views and acceptance
[song] Requiting, entwining, breaking and disappearing
[song] breaking and disappearing
[song] The cut that hurts, the pain that stays
[song] Is there hope in sight? Turning back
[gentle music]
[gentle music continues]
[gentle music gradually turns cheerful]
[Sore] This photo is weird, no?
Is it?
You feel that way, too?
[Sore] The exhibition is about the Arctic.
Meaning, climate change.
Usually we want...
the atmosphere to stay cold, like...
[Sore] we don't want the ice to melt.
[Sore] But this...
[Sore] The image of the sunset in the middle, it feels so...
[Sore] How do I say it?
[Sore mumbles]
Warm?
[Sore] I don't know, I have mixed feelings.
Or maybe...
this is just an act to look cool?
Excuse me.
[lights being turned off]
[slow tempo gentle music]
[Jonathan] I think climate change is not just about melting ice in the Arctic.
[Jonathan] It's not just life that we're going to lose.
[Jonathan] But also beauty.
[Jonathan] I don't think people will change out of fear.
[Jonathan] But because they feel loved.
[Jonathan] This is what I felt...
[Jonathan] when I saw the Aurora.
So, I want to share it.
Are you the photographer?
Oh my...
[Sore mumbles awkwardly]
[Sore] I'm sorry.
- [Sore] I didn't know. - [Jonathan] It's okay.
[Jonathan] You can turn the lights back on.
[faint gentle, cheerful music]
I'm so sorry, once again...
I didn't mean...
Really, it's fine. I'm grateful, actually.
I'm so happy
you observe my photos, one by one...
with such seriousness.
[gentle, cheerful music escalates]
[cheerful music intensifies]
Jonathan.
[cheerful music intensifies more]
[music gradually changes, with intensifying rhythm]
Sore.
[intense music accelerates in tempo]
[music gradually turns melancholy but grand]
[grand, melancholy music continues]
THE ARCTIC, 2023
THE ONLY PART OF THE EARTH WITH NO TIME ZONE
[grand, melancholy music continues]
[grand, melancholy music continues, mixed with cheerful melody]
[music intensifies]
[music intensifies with staccato emphasis]
[music returns to melancholy but still grand]
[grand, melancholy music continues]
[music escalates]
[grand music]
[Jonathan] Who are you?
[Jonathan] Hey!
[Sore] I thought you were gone.
[Sore] I was at your funeral.
[Sore] I thought you were dead.
[song] Seeing you bloom and blossom
Hey!
[Sore wakes up with a start]
[Sore breathing heavily]
[Jonathan stunned]
[bed creaks, song continues]
[Jonathan] Who are you?
[Sore sighs deeply]
[Sore sighs in relief]
[Sore inhales]
[Jonathan] Hey!
[Jonathan] Sore!
[song continues]
[Jonathan] Sore!
[song continues]
[Sore] Don't let me fade away with time.
Don't forget me.
[song continues]
[song dies down]
[Sore exhales in relief]
[Song intro Hingga Ujung Waktu - Sheila on 7]
[song] Fragile as a rose petal
[song] Swaying weakly in the storm
[song] When I hold myself back Bombarded, wounded by the dusk
[song] Grand as a rose guarded
[song] by the morning sun, crowned by morning dew
[song] When you are here and darkness ends