(Low rumbling)
(Car engine running)
Sir, I...
Yeah, you're good, you can back up a little more, if you want,
I think you need the... I think you need that extra...
I don't know if he can hear you.
Sir... Sir, can you hear me up there?
Do you copy, sailor?
(Laughs)
He's in a different county. That's how big this fucking thing is.
It's like five feet. And look, and now he stops. He's got five feet here.
That's good, that's... Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
(Groom) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! (Bride) We're a little close.
I... I think we can keep going a little bit, maybe.
- Oh, no, no, no, no. No, he's going to hit that. - He can't, he...
- Please be careful. It's not my car. - I will. I promise. I promise.
Round to the left, sir, please. Stop there, sir.
- Straighten up, sir. - Yeah, but I think I'm good now, right?
- (Groom) You're not even looking. - Well, I can see it's not looking good.
I'm a very experienced limo driver, you know.
- You're, like, really close on that side. - Really?
Yeah, don't go any further forward. Just... straight.
- OK, how do I put it in... - OK, yeah.
(Groom) What? Turn it off.
This way?
- Get out of the way. - This way, further, come on.
(Horn beeps)
- (Thud) - (Tapping bonnet)
Sorry.
(Birdsong)
(Bride) We're sorry.
I won't even bother saying how late you are.
- So sorry, guys, really sorry. - I'm sorry.
- Hi. - Hi.
Hi, Claire. So sorry. Hi, John.
Could probably've taken something smaller, uh...
Whose brilliant idea was it to rent a stretch?
(Whispering) The road was like this. The car...
This is very much not my project, OK?
I spent the whole week with the dullest man on Earth.
Not to mention the most expensive wedding planner on the planet.
- OK, so you... you want this? - Yeah, of course.
- We're only there... - Mm-hm.
.. and that was two hours ago.
- OK, OK. - (Groom) All right, let's do this.
- What star is that? - (Groom) I don't know.
John, you're a bit of an expert on stars, aren't you?
- Well, I wouldn't say that. - Oh, yes, you would.
Which one are you looking at exactly?
(Bride) The red one.
I'm amazed that you can see that.
That's Antares. It's the main star in the Scorpio constellation.
(Claire) Justine...
Oh! We just have to go to the stables and say hi to Abraham.
(Claire) No, you're not! (Justine) Oh yes!
(Groom) Who's Abraham?
(Kissing sounds)
Abraham. Look, I'm married.
Michael's my husband now.
I'm sure you two'll like each other.
Nice to meet you.
I'm his mistress. I'm the only one who can ride him.
That's not exactly true.
What? Occasionally I take him for a ride.
(Justine) See you later.
I can no longer be silent. All the guests are waiting for more than two hours.
- I know. - I'm at the end of my rope.
Welcome to the reception of Ms Justine and Mr Michael.
- Thank you. - Thank you, Little Father.
Would you be so good as to participate in the wedding bean lottery?
(Justine & Michael) Of course.
Please submit your bid as to the total number of beans in the bottle.
Yes, uh... Uh...
Two million and six beans.
(Little Father) Two million and six beans.
And would you care to make a bid on behalf of your wife?
Oh, I don't dare to do that. I really don't.
Very well, we'll let Madame's bid remain open.
(Organ playing)
We made it!
(People cheering)
(Man) How are you?
(Justine) Hi, Mom. (Woman) Love her dress.
- Congratulations, Aunt Steelbreaker. - (Justine) Thanks, Leo.
- What's this? - A dagger.
(Justine) Wow.
Ah, sweetheart.
- Let me introduce you. This is Betty... - (Both) Hi.
- ..and Betty. - Hi, nice to meet you.
Betty and Betty, this is my daughter Justine.
- Hi, nice to meet you. - (Betty) Nice to meet you.
- OK, I'm just going to say hi to everybody. - Of course you must, of course you must.
(Tapping glass) Ladies and gentlemen, we've waited a while for this.
A toast... to the bride and the groom.
(Man) Justine and Michael. (All) Justine and Michael!
(Piano playing)
(Man) Regarding speeches, talk to me.
- (Chatting and laughing) - (* Electric piano playing)
Always trays from left to right. Always left to right.
Left to right.
(Whispering) Justine. I don't want to make a speech.
Why? Please.
No.
(Betty) Why are you doing that?
Let's see what happens.
Excuse me.
Neither of the ladies sitting next to me has been given a spoon.
- And they'd very much like to have one. - Excuse me.
(Bettys giggling)
(Betty) He's terrible!
Waiter.
Justine, would you mind slapping your father for me? Hard, please.
- (Laughter) - (Tapping glass)
Tim.
Justine, listen up, God damn it.
As most of you know, I'm here tonight playing a sort of double role.
On Michael's side, I'm the best man.
But, coincidentally, I'm also the employer of the bride.
I've got nothing bad to say about the groom, but, uh... the bride...
Justine, you gorgeous woman.
Where is my tagline? You were always great at coming up with a tagline in a hurry.
What happened? Did your emotional life suddenly take over?
Did finding the man of your life render you unable to work?
I'm just asking, because... if I were to choose -
between a woman for my dear friend Michael, and an employee -
I would always choose the employee.
(Laughter)
Advertising, Justine. Advertising.
Justine, you were way, way, way too good for advertising.
You know it and I know it, and we all know it -
so thank you for staying with it.
I'm gonna let you, and the rest of you, think about this tagline now,
while I leak a bit of news.
Today the company hasn't lost a copywriter.
The company has gained a new art director,
- and that's you, Justine. - (People gasp and cheer)
Congratulations.
- God damn it, you're worth it. - Thank you so much.
The father of the bride wants a word.
(Spoon clatters)
- (Laughs) - (Bettys giggling)
My dear girl
You look...
.. glowing today.
And me, I'm just a little confused, what with all the Bettys at my table.
(Quiet laughter)
Never seen you look so happy.
So what can I say, without talking about your mother?
My wife of yesteryear.
Which is exactly what I don't wish to do.
But I don't think that I would be revealing any secret
if I were to say that she can be
rather domineering at times.
Domineering?
What a load of crap.
For those who don't know who I am, I am Claire and Justine's mother.
Justine, if you have any ambition at all,
it certainly doesn't come from your father's side of the family.
Yes.
I wasn't at the church. I don't believe in marriage.
Claire, who I've always taken for a sensible girl,
you've arranged a spectacular party.
Till death do us part, and forever and ever, Justine and Michael.
I just have one thing to say.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
- I myself hate marriages. - Gaby, please.
Especially when they involve some of my closest family members.
- Why did you even bother coming? - (Scattered applause)
(Bettys laughing)
(Overlapping chatter)
Justine, come with me.
Listen to me.
We agreed that you weren't going to make any scenes tonight.
- I don't want any scenes. - No, we don't.
No...
Look at me when I'm talking to you.
But I didn't do anything.
You know what I mean.
OK.
(Taps glass, clears throat) Catherine has demanded the floor.
(Murmurs of appreciation, gentle cheering)
(Applause)
(People chanting) Catherine! Catherine! Catherine!
(Chanting continues inside)
(Trickling)
(Chatter, electric piano)
Where is the bride? I look everywhere. No bride.
(Tapping glass)
(Best man) Now the groom is going to give a speech to the bride.
Dear Justine...
- ..um... blablabla... (Laughs) - (Laughter)
Uh, you see what you're doing to me here? I've never given a speech before.
(Laughs, clears throat)
Sorry, I...
I'm... I'm serious. I've never given a speech before.
Uh, Justine is the speaker, she can say the most... the most wonderful things, but...
Then let her make the speech, damn it.
(Michael laughs)
Justine...
I love you s... so much.
And I... I never even dreamed that I would have such a... such a gorgeous wife.
Um...
I... I believe that I am the luckiest man... on Earth.
I love you.
(Guests) Aww.
That's... That's kind of it... That's all I have.
(Best man) To the bride and groom!
Hello, everyone, we're going to move to the living room,
so that we can clear some tables.
Erm... Then the newlywed will dance.
And, um... then...
at 11.30 the bride and groom will cut the cake, in here.
(Applause)
(* Jazz band playing La Bamba)
(Cheering and laughter)
(Little Father) Leo wants to be put to bed.
Sweetheart, you did so good.
- (Justine) I wanna do it. - No, tonight's your night.
No, please.
- You're sure? - (Justine) Yeah. Come on.
- Good night, sweetheart. - (Justine) Come here.
(Lively chatter, laughter)
Are you comfy?
(Music continues, distant)
When are we gonna build caves together?
Oh, we're gonna build lots of caves together.
Just not tonight.
Cos you're my Aunt Steelbreaker, aren't you?
Yes, that's exactly who I am.
- (Music stops) - (Distant applause, cheering)
Justine.
(Justine) Hm?
Hi, Claire.
I'm just taking a little nap.
Don't nap.
It's your wedding.
You're not even halfway through yet.
No, you're right.
I have to pull myself together.
What's going on, Justine?
I'm...
.. trudging through this...
grey woolly yarn.
It's... clinging to my legs.
It's really heavy to drag along.
No. You're not.
(Justine) I know you hate to hear it.
Don't say a word to Michael.
No.
Do you think I'm stupid?
(Quiet chatter)
(Chatter)
Hey, I'll get her.
- And... And Mum, too. - Yeah.
(Water running)
Justine, it's John. We're ready to cut the cake, sweetheart.
Please come downstairs as soon as you can, OK?
Gaby?
Gaby.
Gaby, I'm sorry to disturb you, but we're ready to cut the cake.
(Water splashing)
When Justine took her first crap on her potty, I wasn't there.
When she had her first sexual intercourse, I wasn't there.
So give me a break, please, with all your fucking rituals.
Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable!
Everybody, thank you for being so patient,
we're just having a little issue with the wedding dress. She'll be right down.
Those bitches have locked themselves in their bedrooms, and now they're taking a bath.
Is everybody in your family stark raving mad?
This is embarrassing.
I know.
We should have put showers in the guest wing, I've said it a hundred times.
For fuck's sakes, If people wanna linger in a bath, stay at home!
Here, we offer you an 18-hole golf course. Where else are they going to get that?
Nowhere.
Unbelievable!
- That's it, she's out. - What, Justine?
Your mother!
I've had it!
(Water sloshing)
Unbelievable!
- (* Jazz band playing) - (Chatter)
(Woman) Love her dress.
She ruined my wedding. I will not look at her.
Yeah, well.
(Man) Go, Michael. (Michael) All right.
- It's standing. - (Laughter)
- Like that... - (Applause)
Yeah, it's...
(Guests) Aww.
- Everybody, cheese. There you go. - (* Band playing lively tune)
I'm sorry.
No. Don't say that.
You should never say you're sorry.
I can see that you're not feeling well, and I...
Well, I should have seen it already yesterday, but...
I... I haven't been taking care of you lately. It's my fault.
(Justine) Mm-mm.
Can we... Can we... Can we talk somewhere?
- Of course. - All right.
Uh... Sit down, please.
I wasn't going to give you this until tomorrow.
I found our plot of land.
They're called Empire apples,
and they're bright red and very sweet,
but with a perfect tartness.
(Both chuckle)
I had one as a kid.
Beautiful, huh?
And, and in ten years' time, when the trees have grown,
you can sit in the shade in a chair, and...
if you still have days when you're feeling a little sad...
I... I think that will... that will make you happy again.
That's very sweet.
Yeah.
No wonder you've been so busy.
Yeah. (Laughs)
I signed the deed for us yesterday, and I didn't want to tell you.
- Here. - No, I...
You should have it, I want you to have it with you all the time.
And... And hold on to it.
So you can look at it once in a while.
I'll always keep it with me.
Maybe we could have a little swing hanging from one of the trees.
We'll talk about that when the time comes.
No... Yeah, yeah, no.
Of course. When the time comes.
(Michael breathing heavily)
Goodbye.
(Door shuts)
You'd better be goddamn happy.
Yes, I should be. I really should be.
Do you have any idea how much this party cost me?
A ballpark figure?
No. I don't.
- Should I? - Yes, I think you should.
A great deal of money. A huge amount of money.
In fact, for most people, an arm and a leg.
I hope you feel it's well spent.
Well, that depends... on whether or not we have a deal.
- A deal? - Yes, a deal.
That you be happy.
Yes, of course... of course we have a deal.
Good. Congratulations.
I tried to throw your mother out.
Yes. You usually do.
Yes, I do.
Thank you.
It's a wonderful party you've given me.
How many holes are on our golf course?
- Eighteen. - That's right.
(* Band playing She)
Happy? Yes.
- Meet this young man. - Congratulations.
Thank you
- Hey, uh, I'm Tim. - Hi, Tim.
Tim started working for us two days ago.
He happens to be my nephew, but ignore that.
Tim thought I wouldn't be able to squeeze that tagline out of you tonight.
No, I... I thought it might be difficult.
You're colleagues.
I hired him the moment I heard about his education.
OK.
What education is perfect, if you wanna make it in public relations?
Tim?
None at all, of course.
It was almost too perfect. He knows nothing.
I hired him on the spot. And at a very good salary.
What do you say, Tim?
A ver... A very good salary.
Welcome, then, Tim.
There's just a slight catch to the very good job with the very good salary.
The salary's very good.
Why? What are you pushing Tim into doing?
To get that damn tagline out of you tonight.
Otherwise he's out on his ear, which sucks, considering the debts he's in.
Goodbye.
Once you give her a job she won't let go. You gotta be there at the time of birth.
So you follow her now. I mean it. Get that tagline.
Do let me know if the tagline's there, and I'll jot it down.
Spare me.
(Door slams)
I'll go out for a minute.
I'm really sorry. I'm thrilled about this wedding.
And I know it's costing John a lot of money.
Oh, John's filthy rich. He needs to shut up about it.
It's not about the cost. It's just that I thought you really wanted this.
But I do.
Michael has tried to get through to you all evening. To no avail.
That's not true. I smile, and I smile, and I smile.
You're lying to all of us.
(Door slams)
(Sniffling)
(Justine) Don't you miss this?
What the hell do you want in this place? You've no business here.
Nor have I.
Your sister, it seems, is...
- somewhat bewitched by it all. - Mom...
I'm a bit scared.
A bit? (Chuckles)
I'd be scared out of my wits, if I were you.
No, it's something else. I...
I'm frightened, Mom.
I have trouble walking properly.
You can still wobble, I see.
So just wobble the hell out of here.
Stop dreaming, Justine.
- I'm scared. - We all are, sweetie.
Just forget it.
Get the hell out of here.
(* Band playing Fly Me To The Moon)
No, thank you.
(Coughs)
Everyone! Excuse me.
- Could you all follow us outside, please? - (Music stops)
(Applause)
(Dexter) Betty, Betty, Betty! Another glass, please.
- Are you really called Betty? - No, sir, I'm not.
Don't worry about it.
Dad, can we talk?
(Chatter and laughter)
(Telescope motor whirring)
(All) Cheers.
(Guests cheering)
Oh, look at the balloon.
(Cheering)
(Low rumbling)
(Cheering)
(Sighs)
(Unzipping)
Could you sit with me for a little while?
- (Justine) Wait. - What?
Give me...
- Michael, can you give me a moment? - What's that?
- Just give me a moment, please. - What's that?
Can I have a moment, please?
Yeah, of course.
- Help. - Huh?
Can you zip me?
(Grunts)
OK?
OK.
(Sighs)
(Birds singing)
(Clears throat)
Hi.
(Tim grunts)
(Grunting)
(Whooping and laughter)
(* Band playing Strangers In The Night quietly)
(Music stops)
(Laughter)
(Man) Good night. Have a good time. (Woman) Good night.
I'm on my way home, my darling.
Please, Dad, I really need to talk to you.
Little Father?
My dad would like to spend the night.
Is there a room available?
Room number 8 is vacant.
I could prepare that for your father.
- Well... - Yes, my father would like that.
Then we can have breakfast in the morning.
Justine. Justine!
Why don't you come and have some onion soup with us?
Tim, get us some soup.
So, how's your wonderful night going?
(Laughs)
It's too bad about Tim.
What about Tim?
Well, he got fired.
He didn't last many hours in the business, but...
then again, it's a rather unpredictable one -
you're a king one day, and beggar the next.
So, you go back to wherever you came from, right, buddy?
I'm glad we found each other, Jack. I was looking for you.
Didn't I tell you? She can't stop working, not even on her wedding night.
I had nothing at the dinner,
but I've been toying with an idea for a small campaign.
The problem is, how do we effectively hook a group of minors
on our substandard product?
Preferably in a habit-forming way.
And I've reached a conclusion in regards to the tagline.
I was just thinking...
what if instead
we try and sell you... to the public, Jack?
Well, then, surprisingly, I arrived right back where I started from.
At nothing.
"Nothing"? It's not such a bad tagline, Jack.
Would my newly fledged AD please expand a little
on her thoughts for the tagline?
Nothing is too much for you, Jack.
I hate you and your firm so deeply
I couldn't find the words to describe it.
You are a despicable,
power-hungry little man, Jack.
Is that a resignation?
Because there aren't too many jobs out there, I tell you.
I dropped my plate.
(Birds singing)
So I, um...
I guess we'll... take off now.
Yes.
Things could have been a lot different.
Yes, Michael, they could have been.
But, Michael...
what did you expect?
Yeah.
You're right.
(Justine) Claire.
Sometimes I hate you so much.
(Tim) The way I see it,
you're now short of a boss and a husband.
Could I, in all humility, offer my services?
You have the ideas. I have the head for business.
We could be the perfect couple.
We've had good sex.
I don't think that's a very good idea.
(Tim) No.
No.
- Excuse me, the result is ready. - What?
Er, the number of beans in the bottle has been arrived at.
And?
Six hundred and seventy-eight. That's the final count.
Six hundred and what? Seventy-eight?
- And none of the guests got it right. - Really?
Some were pretty close, but no one guessed right.
Incredible.
You could say that.
Incredibly trivial.
But th... that's the result of the competition.
And a lot of people would like to know the result.
And then there... is the prize.
Throw it away.
(Birds singing)
Dad?
(Dexter) To my beloved daughter Betty.
I'm as proud of you as any father could be,
but I couldn't find you and I was offered a ride home I couldn't refuse.
See you soon. Kisses from your stupid dad.
Justine, wake up.
Wake up. We're going for a ride.
(Groans)
But I tried, Claire.
Yes, you did.
You really did.
(Neighs)
(Justine) Come on!
Come on, Abraham. Come.
Come on. Let's go. Come on!
The red star is missing from Scorpio.
Antares is no longer there.
I swear to God, your sister can't do anything by herself.
Hello, darling. How are you?
Just do as I've told you.
There's a taxi down in the street waiting for you.
(John) I already told her that.
Just open the door and get in.
Unbelievable.
Just get in the cab, darling.
Well, then call me back, if you can't make it to the cab.
No, we'll pay for it when you arrive, don't worry about it.
We'll see about that.
I love you, darling.
- Jesus, John, she's my sister. - Oh, please.
She's a bad influence on you and Leo.
- She's ill. - Right.
Have you been going online again?
Claire, you promised.
I'm afraid of that stupid planet.
"That stupid planet. " That wonderful planet, you mean.
First it was black, now it's blue,
blocking Antares and hiding behind the Sun.
Darling, this is going to be the most amazing experience we will have in our lives.
It will be here in five days, and it is not going to hit us.
Just like it didn't hit Mercury, as we knew it wouldn't.
And it didn't hit Venus, as we well knew it wouldn't.
And it won't hit Earth, as we know it won't.
Claire, look at me.
Sweetheart, you have to trust the scientists.
They say that it will hit.
No, they don't, that's not true, not the real scientists.
Now, the prophets of doom, they'll write whatever they can to attract attention.
But the real scientists, all of them agree -
Melancholia is just going to pass right in front of us.
And it's going to be the most beautiful sight ever.
I wish you would watch it through the telescope with me.
- Please. - No, I think I'd better not.
(Vehicle approaching)
Son of a bitch!
When are we going to build those caves, Aunt Steelbreaker?
Sweetheart, not right now. We're going to do that in a little while, OK?
(Birds singing)
She's still sleeping.
Yes, but she has to get up now.
What are you making?
Meat loaf.
- Meat loaf? - Yep.
If that doesn't get her out of bed, nothing will.
Time to wake up, Justine. No more sleeping.
You're going to take a nice bath. You know how you like that. Come on.
You'll see, you'll like it. I promise.
Go on.
I'll wash you, OK? Just lift your foot.
(Justine breathing heavily)
Go on. Yeah.
Lift your foot.
- (Justine groans) - It's only a bath.
You need to wash. Right?
I'm so tired.
Come on, try.
I can't.
Justine, you'll like it.
(Screams)
See?
It's nice. It's a nice bath.
Justine...
please.
OK, so, we've practised for tomorrow.
And I have a surprise for you for dinner.
Can you smell it?
Meat loaf?
Surprise!
(Claire chuckles)
It tastes like ashes.
(Sobbing)
It's all right, sis.
Auntie Steelbreaker's crying.
Do you want to go back up?
- May I be excused? - Take one more bite.
Look.
It's a planet that has been hiding behind the Sun.
And now it passes by us.
It's called a flyby.
It's not something you need to frighten Aunt Steelbreaker with now.
Come on.
If you think I'm afraid of a planet, then you're too stupid.
(Skylarks singing loudly)
(Knife scraping on toast)
Hey.
Just a few things we're going to need, in case Melancholia gets really close.
Look, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't mention this to Claire.
She gets anxious so easily.
- (Abraham nickers) - Whoa.
Come on, Justine.
Take him. That's it.
Come on, Justine. Take him out.
Justine, take him out!
(Neighing)
Come on.
Come on! Come on!
- Don't beat him! - Come on!
Justine, don't beat him!
(Growling)
Stop!
There it is. There's your flyby.
(Clattering, neighing)
(Neighing continues)
(Clattering and neighing continue)
Shh!
(Distant neighing)
(Door bangs)
- (John) There we go. - (Leo chattering)
(John) And... there!
(John) There.
No, no. You don't touch the instrument.
Come on, Leo.
Look!
Our son has invented a very fine device.
If you adjust the steel and point it towards the planet from your chest,
it'll tell you how fast it's approaching
and ultimately how fast it will recede.
(John) OK.
Here.
- Leo, what are we excited about? - Tomorrow night.
That's right.
(Leo) Wow, that's amazing.
Amazing, isn't it? Let me look.
(Horse neighing)
(Insects calling)
(Whirring)
John!
(John) Coming!
We're prepared for this. The power will be back on in a few days.
(Sighs) Claire...
Tomorrow evening Melancholia will pass us by.
We'll never have to see it again, OK?
So... So it... it won't hit us?
Not a chance.
But what if your scientists have miscalculated, and...
They haven't.
You promise?
Of course I do. I promise.
It's rising again. Just like the moon.
Because of the earth's rotation.
Exactly like they said it would.
(Pan clattering)
- Hey. You hungry? - No, thanks.
- You OK? - Yeah.
(Pills rattling)
You plan to kill us all?
- Maybe I should take those. - Don't touch them.
(Lock clicking)
Don't you touch them.
(Key clatters on shelf)
(Neighing, clattering)
(Neighing continues, faint)
Justine, come and have a bath.
I've had a bath.
- Really? - Yes, I'm very clean.
Little Father didn't come to work.
I've checked the note board. He... He didn't leave one. I tried to call him.
I don't know if there's something wrong with the phone.
You see, it's never happened before, that he...
he didn't come to work without giving us notice.
Does he have a family?
He lives in the village.
I don't know if he has family.
Maybe this is a time when he needs to be with them.
It'll pass us by tonight.
John is quite calm about it.
Does that calm you down?
Yes, of course.
Well, John studies things. He always has.
The earth is evil.
We don't need to grieve for it.
What?
Nobody will miss it.
(Neighing)
But where would Leo grow up?
All I know is...
life on earth is evil.
There may be life somewhere else.
But there isn't.
How do you know?
Because I know things.
Oh, yes, you always imagined you did.
I know we're alone.
I don't think you know that at all.
Six hundred and seventy-eight.
The bean lottery.
Nobody guessed the amount of beans in the bottle.
No, that's right.
But I know.
Six hundred and seventy-eight.
Well, perhaps.
But what does that prove?
That I know things.
And when I say we're alone...
.. we're alone.
Life is only on earth.
And not for long.
I can stay up all evening, till the middle of the night
when we get to see the planet fly by and I get to look at the telescope.
Yes, of course, darling.
But are you sure you can stay up that late? You haven't slept much lately.
Yes, I can. Can't I, Auntie Steelbreaker?
- Can't I? - Yes, you can, of course you can.
(Footsteps)
(John, hushed) It's 11. It's almost here.
Leo, sweetheart.
It's time to wake up.
Leo.
(Claire) Leo.
(Distant neighing)
(Whirring)
(Low rumbling)
Leo should be watching this.
(Whirring)
(Rumbling intensifies, objects rattling)
(John) Oh, my God.
(Rumbling continues)
(Birds singing)
(John) There.
Come take a look.
(John) Are you frightened?
(Horse neighing)
No, it looks...
- ..it looks friendly. - Yes.
Yes! That's what I've been trying to explain to you.
(John laughs)
My God.
(Rumbling intensifies)
(Birdsong continues)
(Rumbling continues)
I would like to raise a toast.
To life.
To life? What do you mean, to life?
You said it was going to be OK.
Well...
there was no sense in alarming everybody.
So you're saying that our lives were in danger?
No, I'm saying... No.
I'm saying that when dealing with science and calculations of this magnitude,
you have to account for a margin of error, that's all... that's all I'm saying.
(John sighs)
I'm sorry.
It's not fun any more.
Actually, it's moving away from us as we speak.
You just can't see it to the naked eye.
Come here.
Hold this to your chest.
And aim it up at the planet. Hold on.
- (John) Is that right? - Yeah.
In five minutes... (Kisses)
.. it'll be smaller.
(Rumbling continues)
(Gasping)
- Claire. Claire. - I... I...
- I can't breathe. - Just relax, relax.
This is normal, it's taken part of our atmosphere.
For a little while it's gonna make us winded.
Just try and breathe calmly.
(Breathing rapidly)
Just breathe.
- Just breathe. - (Slower breaths)
There you go.
- (Gasps, breathes heavily) - Just try and breathe calmly.
There you go.
Please, can I look now?
Of course. Come on.
(Claire breathing heavily)
It's smaller.
- Of course it is. - It's smaller.
- It's smaller. (Sobbing) - Of course it is.
It's moving away from us at over 60,000 miles an hour.
(Sobbing)
Come here. Come on.
(Rumbling continues)
Mom.
I have to stay up.
I wanna look through the telescope.
Breathe calmly.
(Footsteps)
Be happy. Please.
If I dare, you can too.
I'm happy you're happy.
You have it easy, don't you?
You just... imagine the worst thing possible.
That's right, Claire. Sometimes it's easy being me.
(Rumbling continues)
(Rumbling stops)
Hi, darling.
- Do you want anything? - No, thank you.
Something to drink? No?
(Horse neighing)
(Wind rushing)
John? John?
John?
John!
John?
John!
(Breathing heavily)
(Lock clicking)
(Key clicks on shelf)
(Breathing heavily)
(No rattling)
I can't find John. Do you know where he is?
No.
I was just listening.
There's something different.
The horses. They've calmed down.
(Door squeaks)
(Gasps)
John.
(Sighs)
(Sizzling)
Good morning, Mom.
Get a blanket.
Justine, breakfast!
Where's John?
He... rode to... rode to the village.
Why didn't he just take the car?
Abraham needed a ride.
Since you never ride him.
(Breathing heavily)
(Sobbing)
Come with me. Justine.
Come!
- (Breathing heavily) - (Key rattling)
Claire...
(Gasping, breathing heavily)
(Whimpers)
(Shrieks)
Claire, damn it. What...
Claire... Claire!
(Vehicle approaching)
- Where are you going? - To the village. Come.
But this has nothing to do with the village.
Get in!
(Low rumbling)
(Motor stops)
(Breathing heavily)
(Rumbling continues)
(Claire and Leo breathing heavily)
I want us to be together when it happens.
Maybe, um, outside on the terrace.
(Objects rattling)
Help me, Justine.
I want to do this the right way.
You'd better do it quickly.
A glass of wine together, maybe.
You want me to have a glass of wine on your terrace?
Yes. Will... Will you do it, sis?
How about a song?
Beethoven's Ninth.
Something like that?
Maybe we could light some candles?
You want us to gather on your terrace to sing a song,
have a glass of wine, the three of us?
Yes. That would make me happy.
(Rumbling intensifies, objects rattling)
Do you know what I think of your plan?
No. I was hoping that you might like it.
I think it's a piece of shit.
Justine, please.
(Claire) I...
I just want it to be nice.
Nice?
Why don't we meet on the fucking toilet?
Then let's not.
You're damn right let's not.
(Sobs)
Sometimes I hate you so much, Justine.
(Rumbling continues)
(Footsteps)
I'm afraid that the planet will hit us anyway.
Don't be.
Please.
Dad said there was nothing to do, then. Nowhere to hide.
If your dad said that...
then he's forgotten about something.
He's forgotten about the magic cave.
The magic cave?
Yeah.
Is that something everybody can make?
Aunt Steelbreaker can.
All right. Let's go find sticks, all right?
(Rumbling intensifies)
(Both breathing heavily)
It's really hard.
(Thunder)
(Rumbling intensifies)
Hold my hand.
Close your eyes.
(Rumbling intensifies)
(Wind whooshing)
(Crashing, roaring)