SUBTITLES BY DJ HUPP BARDSUBS.COM
Two families, of equal social status
in the beautiful city of Verona, where our story takes place
a long standing feud erupts into new violence
where civilians stain their hands with each other's blood.
The children of these feuding families...
are unlucky lovers, and commit suicide;
their unfortunate deaths...
put an end to their parents' feud.
This is the story of their doomed love...
and their parents's anger...
which, could only be ended by the death of their children
that is the plot of this two hour play.
Two families...
of equal social status.
in beautiful Verona, where this story takes place
a long standing feud erupts into new violence
where civilians stain their hands with each other's blood.
The children of these feuding families...
...are unlucky lovers, and commit suicide.
Dogs from House of Capulet really piss me off!
Peddler's shit!
King urinal! Go rot!
- The fight is between our masters. - And we work for them!
I have an enormous dick!
I have...
...an enormous dick!
- These guys are from the house of Capulet! - Fight! I have your back!
I will bite my thumb at them, it means 'fuck you' Super disrespectful.
Go on! I have your back!
Is the law on our side if I say yes?
I bite my thumb in your general direction!
- Are you trying to start a fight, sir? - A Fight, sir? No, sir!
If you want a fight, then fight me. My boss is as good as yours.
But not better?
Here comes our master's relative. Say better!
- Yes, sir, better! - You lie!
Draw your swords, if you are men!
Break it up, you idiots!
Put your swords away!
What? you've drawn your sword to fight with these commoners?
Turn around, Benvolio...
...and meet your death.
I'm just trying to keep everyone cool.
Put away your sword...
...or use it to help me stop this fight.
keep everyone cool?
Cool?
I hate that word...
like I hate hell...
all Montagues...
and you.
- Come on! - Wait!
Come on!
a long standing feud erupts into new violence
Stay back!
Give me my Longsword!
You are not getting into this.
You rebels...
rabble rousers!
Throw your swords to the ground!
Or you will be tortured.
from your bloody hands, throw your swords to the ground!
Three riots...
a result of an off-handed comment from old Capulet and Montague.
Three times, shit went down.
If you ever start shit again...
you'll pay for it with your lives.
Where is Romeo? Have you seen him today?
I'm glad he wasn't here for this fight.
Madam, underneath the Sycamore Grove...
I saw Romeo taking a walk this morning.
He's seen there all the time...
crying tears that add to the morning dew.
But as soon as the sun is up, he comes home...
and locks himself up alone in his room
shuts all the windows
to keep out the daylight, so its like night in there.
Why, then...
Oh Hostile love! Oh loving hate!
Love that comes from nothing!
Sad happiness...
serious foolishness.
Beauty muddled into an ugly mess.
Nothing good will come of his emo shit...
unless someone will talk some sense into him.
Okay fine, I got this.
I'll keep prying until I get the truth out of him.
Come, madam, let's get out of here.
Good morning, cousin.
Is it that early?
Its just now nine o'clock.
Ah shit, depression makes time pass slowly.
Was that my father that sped off?
Yes
What's up? Why does time move slow?
I'm without that which makes time fly.
- In love? - Out.
- Of love? - She doesn't love me back.
Well shit, love seems like a nice thing...
but in reality, it's a bitch.
Love is supposed to be blind...
but still makes you do fucked up shit.
Where should we eat?
Ah fuck! What happened here?
- Cuz, I... - Don't tell me. I already know.
It has a lot to do with hate, but even more with love.
Why, then, Oh hostile love, Oh loving hate!
Love that comes from nothing!
Oh sad happiness, serious foolishness!
Beauty muddled into an ugly mess!
Love is heavy and light
Are you laughing?
No, cuz, I'm crying.
Dude, why?
- Because of how depressed you are. - Goodbye Cousin.
Wait, I'll come with you. don't be an asshole.
But Montague has sworn an oath like I have, he's under the same penalty.
I don't think it would be hard for old men like us to keep the peace.
You both have honorable reputations, its too bad you've been enemies for so long.
But how do you respond to my request?
I can only repeat what I've said before: My daughter is still very young.
Let's wait two years before considering marrying her off.
Younger girls have become married, happy mothers.
Girls who marry so young grow up too soon.
Tonight I'm having a traditional feast.
It will be at my humble house...
... hot young women that light up the sky.
Check them out...
choose your favorite.
Come with me.
Seriously, who is this chick you are so into?
Seriously, cousin, I love a woman.
No shit, I know its a woman.
Then you nailed it! And she's beautiful.
A beautiful target is hit first.
Well, you're off the mark there. She refuses to be hit by Cupid's arrow;
or let you look at her with loving eyes...
or receive gifts of gold.
So she's made a vow be celibate?
Yes. What a fucking waste.
- Take my advice. Forget about her. - And how do I forget to think?
Look around. There are hot girls everywhere. Check them out.
What? Romeo, are you crazy ?
Not crazy, but more confined than a madman.
Locked up in a prison, deprived of food, whipped and tortured.
Good day, man.
Rosaline is going to be at that Capulet dinner...
the chick you are so into, along with other hotties of Verona.
Go, and with an objective eye...
compare her to the other chicks I show you.
You won't think she is so hot after that.
I'll go, not for something better...
but to see the woman I love.
Nurse, where's my daughter? Bring her here.
I told her to come. What the fuck!
Madam, I am here. What do you want?
Nurse, leave us alone for a bit. We have to talk in private.
Nurse, wait! I just remembered.
You can hear our secrets.
Nurse, you know how young my daughter is.
You were the prettiest baby I ever nursed.
By my calculation, I was your age when you were born.
You are still a virgin.
I'll just say this:
The valiant Paris wants you as his bride.
What a man. Damn girl!
One of the greatest men in the world. He's as perfect as a wax sculpture.
There are not flowers as fine as he is...
No, he's a fine flower, truly, a flower...
Nurse!
Tonight you'll see him at our feast.
Really look at Paris' face, and find pleasure...
...in his beauty.
This... man... is single.
...to complete him, he needs a bride.
All his stuff will also be yours...
...you lose nothing.
No, you'll get bigger, when he impregnates you.
Yes or no, could you be into this guy?
I'll check him out, with an open mind.
But I'm not going to just fall for him...
...because you want me to.
Madam, the guests are here.
We'll follow you.
Go, find a man that will make you happy.
You well-dressed whore!
Die penniless!
No, dude, you have to dance.
No. No. Seriously.
You have dancing shoes with flexible soles. I have a soul of lead.
You are a lover.
Take Cupid's wings and fly higher than the average man.
I sink under the weight of love.
Don't talk shit about tender love.
Is love tender? It's too rough...
...too rude, too rowdy, and it pricks like a thorn.
If love plays rough with you, play rough with love.
Stab love right back, beat that fucker down.
Everyone dance!
Come on, we're wasting daylight, let's go!
- But its's stupid to go! - Why is that?
- I had a dream last night. - So did I.
- What was your dream? - Dreamers are liars.
Asleep in bed, their dreams are real.
Oh shit! You've been hanging out with Queen Mab.
She is the fairies' midwife.
She's as small as the stone...
on a councilman's ring.
Driven by tiny little atoms.
she rides over men's noses in their sleep.
Her chariot is a hazelnut shell...
Her driver is a gnat in a grey coat.
Every night she rides though lovers' brains
and makes them dream about...
love
She rides over lawyers' fingers, and they dream of legal fees.
Sometimes she rides over a soldier's neck...
and then he dreams of cutting enemies' throats.
He's scared, so he says a prayer and goes back to sleep.
Mab is the old hag, when virgins are sleeping...
she makes them dream of getting fucked...
and impregnated!
That's her!
Shut the fuck up, Mercutio!
You are full of shit.
Ok sure...
I'm talking about dreams...
which occur when the brain is idle.
Dreams are just indulgent fantasies;
as thin as air, and less predictable than wind.
which sometimes blows on the frozen north...
and then gets angry...
and blows South.
That wind is blowing us off course!
Dinner is over, we are too late!
I think we're too early.
I have a bad feeling about this.
It begins with this party...
and ends...
my bullshit life...
with an early death.
But god or whoever that is...
will choose my fate!
Come on, fuck boys!
Your drugs are quick.
There was I time when I could...
seduce a lady by whispering a story in her ear.
Your mother is calling for you!
Are you going to say no to dancing?
ooh, girl. what a hunk!
This masked peasant has the audacity to mock our celebration?
For the honor of my family, I'd be justified in killing this dude!
Whats up, nephew! Why are you so pissed?
Uncle, he is a Montague, our enemy.
- it's Romeo? - it's him.
Chill out cuz. Leave him alone.
You couldn't pay me enough...
to insult him in my own house.
Chill out, just ignore him.
Uncle, I won't ignore him.
You will ignore him.
Go on!
What, little boy? I say you will!
Go on!
Uncle, its disrespectful.
You want to start a riot?
Did I ever love anyone before now?
My eyes were liars then,
because I never saw true beauty until tonight.
My hand is not worthy of touching your hand.
If I've offended you...
My lips are ready...
to smooth things over with a tender kiss.
Courteous pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit...
You display respectful affection.
After all, Pilgrims touch the hands of saint's statues.
and holding one palm against another is like a kiss.
Don't saints and pilgrims have lips too?
Yes, pilgrim, they have lips to pray with.
Well then saint, let lips do what hands do.
They pray for you to kiss me, or I will lose my faith.
Saints do not move, even when they grant prayers.
Then don't move, while my prayer is granted.
Now my sin has transferred from my lips to yours.
Do my lips have your sin?
Sin from my lips? Naughty girl!
Give me my sin back.
You kiss like you've read a bunch of romance novels.
Madam, your mother wants to talk to you.
Come now!
Is she a Capulet?
His name is Romeo, he's a Montague...
The only son of your worst enemy.
Come on, lets go. Leave her wanting more.
Yes, but I'm afraid I'm in deep shit.
The man I love belongs to the family I hate.
I saw him and discovered who he was too late.
Love sucks for making me fall for my worst enemy.
I'll leave now.
But Romeo's antics which he thinks are charming now...
will come back to bite him.
I will summon you with Rosaline's bright eyes...
her high forehead and red lips...
her fine feet, straight legs, and trembling thighs!
Oh Romeo, I wish she was a peach and you were an eggplant!
He jokes about scars, but has never been wounded.
I'll sleep in my trundle bed. This field is too cold for me to sleep.
But wait!
What's that light in the window?
It is the east...
and Juliet is the sun.
Rise, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon...
it is already sick and pale with grief...
because you, her servant, are more beautiful than she is.
Don't be her servant, because she is jealous.
Virginity makes her look sick and green, Only fools hold onto their virginity.
Let it go!
Oh there's my lady, my love.
I wish she knew how much I love her.
Oh my!
She speaks.
keep talking, bright angel.
Romeo.
Oh Romeo!
Why do you have to be Romeo?
Betray your father and change your name.
Or, swear your love to me and I'll stop being a Capulet.
Should I keep listening...
or should I say something?
It's only your name that is my enemy.
You'd still be you, if you weren't a Montague.
What's Montague anyway?
It isn't a hand...
foot, arm, face...
or any other body part.
Oh, be some other name!
What does a name mean?
If a rose was called something else, would it not smell as sweet.
So Romeo, if he wasn't called Romeo...
He would be just as flawless.
Romeo, lose your name.
In exchange for your name, which has no bearing on your identity, take me.
I'm into that idea.
Aren't you Romeo and a Montague?
I'm not either, if that's what you want.
How did you get in here and why did you come?
The garden walls are high and hard to climb...
You are a dead man here.
I flew over the wall with wings of love.
Stone walls cannot keep love out.
What a man in love can do, he will do.
So your relatives cannot stop me!
If they see you, they will kill you.
The darkness will hide me from them.
But if you don't love me...
let them find me here.
I'd rather they kill me,
than live without your love.
You can't see my face in the dark.
otherwise you would have seen me blush...
about the things I've said tonight.
I'm inclined to keep up good behavior...
and deny the things I've said.
But... forget good behavior.
Do you love me?
I know you'll say "yes", and I'll believe you.
But, if you swear it, you could be lying.
Oh Romeo, if you love me, don't bullshit me.
Lady, I swear by the sacred moon
the moon that washes treetops in silver light
Don't swear by the moon
The moon is always changing. It's position always shifting.
I don't want you to be so unpredictable.
What should I swear by?
Don't swear at all.
Or, if you have to swear...
swear by your worthy self that is the god I worship
and I'll believe you.
If my heart's...
dear love
Don't swear. Even though you bring me joy, I do not get joy from this exchange of promises.
It crazy, we haven't thought this through, it's too sudden, like lightning...
which flashes, then disappears before you can say "It's lightning".
My Sweetie, good night!
Our love, is like a flower bud in summer...
It could be a full on flower next time we meet.
Good night.
Good night!
Are you going to leave me so unsatisfied?
What satisfaction could you possibly get tonight?
If we exchanged promises of love.
I pledged my love to you before you asked!
Three words, Romeo, then seriously. good night.
If your intentions are honorable, and you want to marry me...
Message me tomorrow and I'll send a messenger, so you can tell me...
where and when ...
I'll lay my fortunes at your feet...
and follow you to the end of the Earth
Alright! I'm coming!
But if you don't have honorable intentions, please...
I said, I'm coming!
stop pursuing me, and leave me to my sadness.
Tomorrow I will send a messenger.
My soul depends on it.
A thousand times good night.
Leaving you is a thousand times worse!
Good night.
A lover goes toward his love like a schoolboy leaves his books.
but when he leaves his love...
He's as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school.
What time tomorrow should I send a messenger?
Nine o'clock.
I'll do it. It feels like twenty years from now.
Good night.
Good night. Good night.
Leaving you is so unbearable...
I'll keep saying goodnight until it's tomorrow.
Everything in nature has a special property. plants, herbs, stones...
possess great power.
There is nothing so evil, on this Earth...
That doesn't have something special to offer.
But anything could turn bad, if it is put to the wrong use...
for which it was not intended, and abused.
Purity turns to evil, if it is misused.
and evil sometimes becomes purity, if used the right way.
Inside the little rind of this... weak flower...
there is poison...
and powerful medicine.
smelling it makes you feel euphoric.
But if you taste it...
you die.
Everything has two opposites. that goes for men and herbs...
good and evil.
And when evil is predominant, that cancer...
consumes the body.
Good morning, Father!
God bless you!
Who greats me so early in the morning?
Young man, something must be wrong
for you to be up this early.
If that's not the case, then...
You didn't go to bed last night!
The latter is correct, and it was better than sleep.
God forgive your sins! Were you with Rosaline?
Rosaline? Seriously, dad!
I could give a fuck about her.
That's my boy. So where have you been?
I was dining with the enemy, when I fell for her...
and she fell for me.
We could be cured with your sacred power.
Say what you mean, be clear, son.
A sloppy confession can only get sloppy forgiveness.
Then to be clear, I know who I love.
It's the beautiful daughter of rich Capulet.
We met, we flirted...
we exchanged promises.
I'll give you more details later, but please...
agree to marry us today.
Holy Saint Francis!
What a drastic change!
You were so into Rosaline, and gave up on her so quickly?
Then young men's love is not in their hearts, but in their eyes.
You always gave me shit for loving Rosaline.
I gave you shit for obsessing over her.
Please...
don't give me any more shit!
I love her and she loves me back.
That other girl didn't
She knew very well...
You didn't know what love is.
But this marriage may be fortuitous enough...
to turn the hatred between our families...
...into pure love.
Come on, fickle young man, come with me.
At least in this way, I'll help you.
This marriage may be fortuitous enough...
...to turn the hatred between our families into pure love.
Let's go! There is no time to lose!
Chill out. Don't fall on your face.
Where the fuck is Romeo? Didn't he come home last night?
Not to his father's house, a servant told me.
That white-bitch floozy, Rosaline...
is going to drive him crazy.
Tybalt sent a letter to Romeo's father's house.
- I bet its a challenge! - Will Romeo answer it?
Anyone who can write, can answer a letter.
No, Romeo will respond to Tybalt's letter, to tell him if he accepts the challenge.
Oh poor Romeo, he's already dead! Stabbed by a white bitch's black eye!
Stabbed through the ear with a love-song!
The core of his heart has been split by blind cupid's arrow!
Is he man enough to fight Tybalt?
- Why, what's Tybalt's deal? - He's more badass than the Prince of Cats.
He does everything by the book!
He fights like you sing at a recital.
Being mindful of time, distance, and proportion.
He takes the proper breaks:
One, two, and the third...
in your heart.
A butcher of shirt buttons.
A duelist.
A duelist! Studied at the best fencing school
He knows all the sword moves.
The classic passado!
The punto reverso!
The, um... hai!
The what?
Here comes Romeo.
Romeo!
Hey, you well-dressed whore!
Signor Romeo, bonjour!
A French greeting to match your French-style pants.
You really faked us out last night.
Good morning guys. What do you mean, I "faked you out?
You gave us the slip. You don't know what I'm talking about?
Sorry about that, Mercutio. I had important business...
It was so important, I forgot my manners.
In other words...
Such important business made you flex your butt!
- You mean do a curtsy? - Bingo.
- A very polite explanation. - Yes, I'm the pink of politeness.
- Pink like a flower? - Yes.
Then my shoe is well decorated with flowers!
Okay, smartass!
Now you're sociable. Now you're yourself!
You are what you've learned to be and what you are naturally!
Here's a pleasant surprise!
Good afternoon, fair lady.
I would like a confidence with you.
Ooh! A pimp!
A pimp, a pimp, a pimp!
That's it, that's it!
Are you going to your father's house?
We'll have lunch there.
I'll follow you.
Goodbye, old lady! goodbye!
If you lead her into a fool's paradise, as the saying goes...
it would be a heinous crime.
Because she is so young...
So, If you try to trick her,
it would be evil, and vile behavior.
Tell her to come to confession this afternoon.
There at Friar Laurence's cell, she can make confession...
and be married.
Sweet nurse! What did you find out?
I'm tired! Give me a minute!
Fuck, I'm sore!
I've been running all over the place!
I wish you had my bones and I had your news.
Come on, please, tell me!
Sweet Jesus, you're in such a hurry! Can you wait a minute?
Don't you see I'm out of breath?
How can you be out of breath when you have enough breath...
to tell me you are out of breath?
Is the news good or bad? Tell me that.
Well, you've made a foolish choice.
You don't know how to pick a man.
Romeo? That guy?
Sure he's the most attractive...
and has the nicest legs...
his hands, feet, and body...
Yeah, I already know that. What did he say about our marriage?
What about that?
Lord, I have a head ache! It's really pounding!
My back aches too!
On the other side!
Oh, my aching back!
Believe me, I'm sorry you're in pain.
Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse!
Tell me, what did Romeo say?
Romeo says, like an honorable gentleman...
who is courteous, kind, and handsome...
and, I believe, virtuous...
- Where is your mother? - "Where is your mother?"
Why the fuck would he say that!
"Romeo says, like an honorable gentleman, "'Where is your mother?'"
Oh holy Mary! Are you this impatient? From now on, take your your own messages!
You're making such a fuss! Come on, what did Romeo say?
Do you have permission to go to confession today?
Yes.
Then hurry over to Father Laurence' cell.
There is a husband there, ready to make you his wife!
These sudden joys...
have sudden endings.
They burn up in victory, like fire and gunpowder...
when they meet, like a kiss, explodes.
Even delicious honey will make you sick if you eat too much.
So, love each other in moderation.
Romeo will thank you, my girl, for both of us.
Please, Mercutio, let's call it a day!
It's hot outside There are Capulets around...
if we bump into them, there will be a fight...
when it's hot outside people get angry and hot-headed.
See? You're like one of those guys...
who walks into a bar...
slams his sword on the table...
and says, "I pray I never have to use this".
And, by the time he orders a second drink...
he pulls his sword on the bartender for no reason.
Am I really like one of those guys?
You can be as much of an asshole as any guy in Verona.
Oh great, here come the Capulets.
I could give a shit.
Stay close.
Hey, guys. Can I have word with one of you?
Just one word with one of us?
Pair it with something else.
Make it a word and a...
a stab!
You'll see I'm prepared for that, sir...
if you give me a reason.
Can't you find a reason, without me giving you one?
You hang out with Romeo?
Hang out!
What do you think we are, musicians?
If we look like musicians to you, You can expect to hear nothing but noise!
This is my fiddlestick!
I'll use it to make you dance! Goddammit! Hang out!
Either go someplace private, or talk it over rationally...
...or else just go away. Out here, everyone can see us!
Men's eyes were made for seeing, let them watch.
I won't move for anyone.
Peace out. Here comes the man I'm looking for.
Romeo, there is only one thing to call you...
a villain!
I have a reason to love you...
that lets me put aside...
The rage I should feel for that insult.
I am not a Villain.
So, goodbye.
I can see you don't know me.
Boy, your words cannot excuse the harm you've done to me!
Turn around and draw you sword!
I disagree, I've never done you harm...
I love you. More than you can understand...
Until you know the reason why I love you.
And so, good Capulet...
which is a name I love like my own...
Be cool.
Your calm submissiveness disgusts me,
I hate you so much right now!
You rat-catcher!
Will you fight me?
What do you want from me?
Good King of Cats, I want to take one of your nine lives!
I'll fight you!
Stop this disgraceful fight, good Mercutio!
- Are you hurt? - Yes, yes, a scratch, just a scratch.
A scratch!
Yes, a scratch..
Man up. It can't be that bad.
Enough to do the job.
Ask for me tomorrow and you'll discover that I'm dead.
May a plague infect both your houses!
They have turned me into worm food.
May a plague infect both your houses!
Why the fuck did you get between us?
He stabbed me from under your arm.
I thought I was helping!
May a plague infect both your houses!
Come, gentle night.
Come, loving, dim night. Give me my Romeo.
And when I die, turn him into little stars...
form a constellation in his image, so beautiful...
that all the world will be in love with night...
and forget about the flashy sun.
Oh! I have bought love's mansion...
but I have not moved in yet.
I belong to Romeo, but he hasn't taken possession of me yet.
This day is so boring...
like Christmas eve feels to a child.
Waiting to open my new toys.
Mercutio's soul is floating just above our heads...
waiting for you to keep him company!
You two can keep hanging out in Heaven!
Either you or I...
or both, must join him!
Either you, or I, or both, must join him!
Either you...
or I, or both, must join him!
I have the worst luck!
Get out of here. Don't just stand there in shock.
Let's get the fuck outta here!
Where are the cunts that started this fight?
Benvolio, who started this shit?
Romeo shouted, "Break it up!"
Tybalt thrust his sword into brave Mercutio.
Tybalt was killed...
Romeo killed him.
You are a man of honor...
take revenge, by killing a Montague!
Romeo... spoke to him politely...
He couldn't talk sense into the unreasonable and angry Tybalt...
who wouldn't listen to reason.
He is related to the Montagues. His loyalty to them means he's lying!
I demand justice, You, prince, can make it happen!
Romeo killed Tybalt.
Romeo must die!
Romeo killed Tybalt. Tybalt killed Mercutio.
Who should now pay the price for Mercutio's life?
Not Romeo, Prince. He was Mercurio's friend.
His crime was serving justice by taking Tybalt's life.
And for that crime, He is herby exiled from Verona.
Noble Prince...
I won't listen to your pleas or excuses!
Neither prayer nor crying will get you out of trouble!
So knock that shit off!
Tell Romeo to leave immediately!
Or else, if he's found, he will be killed!
Have mercy, sentence me to death.
Exile is much worse than death.
Don't say banishment.
Misery has affection for you, and you are married to a disaster.
From now on, you are banished from Verona.
Chill out, the world is vast.
There's no world for me outside of Verona.
So, I've been banished from the world, that means death.
Banished is death by an inaccurate name.
Calling death banished, is like cutting my head off with a golden axe...
and smiling while I'm murdered.
Oh deadly sin! Oh rude and ungrateful boy!
This is mercy and you don't realize it.
Get out of here!
- I was with Juliet! - Welcome, then.
Where is her husband?
Romeo, come here.
Death is the end for everyone.
Are you talking about Juliet?
Where is she? How is she doing?
What does my isolated wife say about our extinguished love?
Oh, she doesn't say anything, sir, just cries and cries.
Then she cries for Romeo, and then collapses again.
She calls out my name as if I were a bullet murdering her...
just like I murdered her cousin!
I thought you were more rational than this.
Your Juliet is alive. Be happy about that.
Tybalt would have killed you, but you killed Tybalt.
Be happy you are alive.
The law that threatened your death was reduced to exile.
You should be happy.
Your life is blessed.
Why do you complain about your life, Heaven, and Earth...
since your life is the result of a union with Heaven and Earth?
Sir, this is a ring she asked me to give to you.
This makes me feel so much better.
Be with your love, you are married.
Climb up to her bedroom and comfort her.
Hurry the fuck up!
Before the night watchmen take their posts...
then you can escape to Mantua...
where you will live until we can make your marriage public
and make peace between your families, We'll ask the prince to pardon you...
and you will be welcomed back with twenty hundred thousand times more joy...
than when you left this city in misery.
Quick, get out of here! Before daylight!
Take a vacation in Mantua!
Goodbye.
Did Romeo kill Tybalt?
Oh, snake disguised as a flower!
Was there ever such an evil book with such a beautiful cover?
Oh, I can't believe there was evil in something so beautiful!
She won't come out tonight.
These times of tragedy are not conducive to romance.
Listen, she loved her cousin Tybalt dearly.
I did too.
We were all born to die.
I'll know her thoughts on marriage tomorrow. Tonight she's locked in her her room.
Should I talk shit about my husband?
Ah, my poor husband who will sing your praises...
when l, your wife of three hours have been talking shit.
But why, you villain, did you kill my cousin?
I'll make a desperate argument for my child's love.
I think she'll do whatever I say.
No, that and more!
How about Thursday?
My lord, I...
I wish Thursday was tomorrow!
Thursday it is then! Wife!
Go see Juliet before you go to bed.
Tell her, on Thursday she will be married to this noble earl!
Are you going? There is still time before dawn.
I have to go if I want to live. If I stay, I die.
That light is not daylight. I'm sure.
It is a meteor from the sun to light your way to Mantua.
So stay a while. You don't have to go yet.
Well, let me be captured.
Let me be put to death!
I want to stay more than I want to go.
Come, death, welcome! This is what Juliet wants.
How are you my soulmate? Let's talk. We have time before dawn.
It is dawn!
Get out of here!
Go now! Its getting lighter and lighter out.
More and more light...
more and more pain for us.
Your mother is coming!
Hey, daughter, are you up?
Then, the window...
lets light in and lets life...
out!
- Will we see each other again? - I have no doubt.
Trust me, my love. Our misadventures will make a funny story someday.
I have a bad feeling about this!
I think I see, now that you're down there...
like a corpse in the bottom of a tomb.
Oh luck luck!
Change your mind, luck.
Because then I hope you will send him back home soon
You have a thoughtful father, child.
To make you forget your sadness...
he arranged a special day...
a surprise for you, I didn't think of it.
Madam, tell me now, what did he plan?
Of course, my child, early Thursday morning...
the gallant, young, noble gentleman, Sir Paris...
will be at St Peter's Church, to happily make you...
a joyful bride.
Now, I swear by St Peter's Church and Peter too...
he will not make me a joyful bride!
Here comes your father. Tell him yourself.
What's up, dear?
Have you told her our decision?
Yes, sir.
But she's not into it. she says thanks, but no thanks.
I wish she was dead and married to her grave.
Really?
She refuses?
She isn't glad?
Doesn't she realize this is a blessing, and how unworthy she is...
of the man we found to marry her?
I'm not glad about it, but I am thankful
I can't be glad about something I hate!
You are not glad or giving me any thanks!
But get yourself ready for Thursday!
Calm down and let me say one thing!
No!
For fucks sake! Stop it!
Don't say another word! Shut the fuck up!
Husband, are you crazy?
Fuck you, brat! Disobedient ingrate!
God in heaven bless her! You shouldn't berate her like that!
Be quiet, you incoherent idiot!
Listen to me.
Go to church on Thursday...
or never look me in the face again!
Be a good daughter, and I will marry you to my friend.
Otherwise, you can beg, starve,
and die in the streets!
Believe me. Think about it.
I won't break this promise!
Oh, my sweet mother, don't throw me out!
Delay this marriage for a month, or a week.
Or, if not...
make my bridal bed in the tomb where Tybalt lies.
Don't talk to me...
I'm not talking to you.
Do as you please. You are no longer my concern.
Oh Nurse, how can this be stopped?
Don't you have something positive to say? comfort me, Nurse!
I'll say this...
I think the best thing to do is marry Paris.
He's a sweet dude.
I think you will be happy in your second marriage...
because it will be better than your first.
Even if it's not...
your first marriage is over.
Even if Romeo is as good as Paris...
he doesn't live here anymore.
Are you speaking from your heart?
And from my soul too. If not, curse them both!
Thank you.
You have been a great comfort.
Go in and tell my mother I'm gone, since I have angered my father...
I'm going to Friar Laurence to confess and be forgiven.
She is grieving too much over Tybalt's death.
Now, sir, her father thinks its dangerous...
that she gets so depressed...
He is wise to rush our marriage to soothe her grief.
I'm happy to meet you, my lady and my wife.
That may be so, AFTER we're married.
That "may be" must be, love, on Thursday.
- What must be will be. - Well, that's for sure.
Have you come to make confession?
Do you have time for me now, Father, or should I come back at evening mass?
I have time now, melancholy daughter.
Good sir, leave us alone for a moment.
God forbid I prevent sacred devotion!
Juliet, on Thursday I will wake you early.
Until then, goodbye...
and accept this holy kiss.
Don't mention this marriage...
- unless you can tell me how to avoid it! - It's a problem too difficult to solve!
If a wise man like you cannot help
Agree that my solution is wise.
- With this, I'll solve the problem! - Whoa, girl!
Don't hesitate to speak! I want to die!
I see some hope
which requires desperate measures
If you are feeling so desperate
rather than marrying Paris
you would kill yourself
then you'd probably try something similar to death
to avoid this predicament.
So if you're into it...
l'll give you a solution.
Your flesh will be cold and you'll stop breathing.
You won't be able to move...
Your body will be stiff like a corpse.
So, when the groom comes to wake you up in the morning
you'll seem dead.
You will be carried to the Capulet family tomb...
where all the dead Capulets lie.
This death-like state
will continue for forty-two hours
then you'll wake up, like from a pleasant sleep.
In the meantime, while you're unconscious
I'll send Romeo word of our plan.
He'll come here. And that night, he'll take you away to Mantua.
Take this vial, when you are in bed
mix it with liquor and drink it.
I'll send word to Mantua for Romeo, right away.
What if this mixture doesn't even work?
Will I be married tomorrow morning?
Are you busy? Do you need you my help?
We've decided on my wardrobe for the ceremony tomorrow.
If its okay, I'd like to be alone. Let the nurse sit up with you tonight.
I'm sure you have your hands full...
preparing for the festivities.
Go to bed and get some rest...
I'm sure you need it.
Goodbye
Only god knows when we'll meet again.
Romeo... I drink to you.
In accordance with the custom, in her best clothes, carry her to church.
All day long, a strange feeling...
has lifted me up with happy thoughts.
I had a dream my lady came and found me dead...
with her kiss on my lips I was revived...
and was an emperor.
oh, fuck
How sweet it would be to have the woman I love...
but just thinking about love makes me so happy!
News from Verona!
What's up, Balthasar?
Did you bring me a letter from the priest?
How is my wife? Is my father well?
How is Juliet? Because nothing can be wrong if she is well.
Then she is well, and nothing is wrong.
Her body rests in the Capulet tomb...
her immortal soul lives with the angels in heaven.
I saw her put to rest.
Sorry for bringing bad news.
Is it really true?
Fuck astrology!
I'll leave for Verona tonight.
Slow down, dude!
Leave me alone!
You look pale and crazy, like you're going to hurt yourself.
Whatever! You're an idiot!
Don't you have a letter for me, from the priest?
Fuck it.
Well, Juliet... I will lie with you tonight.
I'll leave for Verona tonight.
I have a bad feeling about this!
Oh, this is fucked...
something awful has happened!
That letter was very important!
I couldn't send it, or get a messenger to bring it to you.
Neglecting to send it is cause for alarm.
Call for these enemies, Capulet and Montague!
Let me have a shot of poison...
a poison that works so fast...
ingesting it will result in immediate death.
I have lethal poisons like that, but Verona law is the death penalty for selling them.
The world is not your friend, and neither is the law!
So don't be poor, break the law...
and take this!
Ok, but only because I'm poor, not because I want to.
I'm only paying you because you're poor, not because you want me to buy this.
Drink it down...
Even if you had the strength of 20 men, it will still kill you immediately.
Here's your gold.
Money is a worse poison to men's souls...
than these miserable poisons you are not allowed to sell.
Romeo doesn't know what happened.
I will write again to Mantua.
In less than an hour, Juliet will wake up.
She's moving. Juliet is moving.
I wish you well. Live long and prosper.
goodbye, dude.
I'm taking off.
Don't fuck with me I don't know what I'll do!
Freeze!
For the last time, freeze!
Death has taken the vitality from your breath...
but it hasn't diminished your beauty.
You haven't been beaten.
There is still red in your lips and cheeks...
death has not turned them pale yet.
Dear Juliet, how are you so beautiful?
Should I believe that death is in love with you...
and that awful monster keeps you here to be his mistress?
Oh, I will rest here forever
and forget about the bad luck that has troubled me.
Eyes, see for the last time.
Arms, make your last embrace.
And lips...
the the gateway to breath...
seal with a righteous kiss...
the eternal deal...
I've made with death.
What's this here?
Poison...
He drank it all. How rude to not leave any to help me later?
I'll kiss your lips.
Maybe there is still some poison on them.
Your lips are warm.
See the great suffering that results from your hate...
Heaven found a way to kill your children with love!
Because I looked the other way when your feud got out of control, I've lost family as well.
Everyone is punished.
Everyone is punished!
We Settle a dark peace this morning.
The sun is too sad to show itself.
Lets go, to discuss these sad things.
Some will be pardoned, and some will be punished.
There has never been a more tragic story than the story of Juliet and her Romeo.