The City of Your Final Destination
[rhythmic instrumental music]
[sweeping wistful music]
[sprawling music]
[dog barking]
Victor.
Victor!
Victor, come on!
Ooph!
Bad dog.
[barking]
[birds singing]
[barking continues]
Charles!
Oh, hi.
Oh, what have you been doing?
on here.
You must know somebody
in Uruguay, Mr. Razaghi.
Sort of.
I hope it's good news.
Thank you.
[dog barks]
"We do not see the need
for an authorized
"biography of Jules Gund
at this time,
nor at any time in the future"?
Why would they
deny me authorization?
It's not like
everyone in the world
is working on a biography
of Jules Gund.
Which one is Caroline Gund?
The widow.
There's a daughter too,
but she didn't sign.
So who's Arden Langdon?
She's the uh...
mistress, I guess.
Adam Gund, that's the brother.
And Ocho Rios is the place
where they all lived together
when Jules Gund was alive.
That's quite a setup:
the brother, the widow,
the lover, a daughter.
That's probably why they don't
want to authorize a biography.
It's too tortured
and incestuous.
Wait.
"Your request has prompted
much discussion
amongst the trustees."
That could mean
they don't all agree.
[keys jingling]
You'll have to go to Uruguay.
What?
After that letter?
Confront the three executors
and make them
change their minds.
It may be easier than you think.
But they said "no."
Mm.
You know perfectly well
that without
getting their permission,
there's no fellowship, no money,
no biography,
and no new contract for you
at the university.
Omar, you'll never
And what else can you do?
Nothing.
Exactly.
I forgot to heat the milk.
Do you think it matters?
that comes with a dog,
and one
with such an elaborate diet.
[cracking]
[sighs]
How could you do that,
fall in a puddle?
It wasn't a puddle.
It was quicksand.
For you, it's quicksand.
For everyone else,
it's a puddle.
It's like you have this
subconscious drive
to fall in, to mess up.
I think I should come with you
to Uruguay.
I've had more experience
with things like that.
No.
I think I should go by myself,
if I decide to go.
Well, if you decide to go,
for us to do it together.
Better for us
individually and as a couple.
I think it'll be better
for both of us
individually and as a couple
if I were to go by myself.
But I appreciate your offer.
You appreciate my offer?
Mm-hmm.
Omar, it's me, Deirdre.
You don't appreciate my offer.
I almost drowned in quicksand.
I saw my life
flash before my eyes,
and I did not like what I saw.
I've decided to change my life.
I have to be,
you know, more independent.
Like other people.
[sighs]
I don't want you
to be like other people,
to change.
[dog barks]
[barking continues]
Oh, what's wrong, buddy?
You want to go outside?
Let's go outside.
Come on.
Come on!
Oh.
Buddy.
Hopeless.
Out you go.
[door shuts]
[distant barking]
If you fly to Miami first,
it's nonstop from there
to Montevideo.
But that's horribly expensive.
What about Victor?
He's not your dog.
We'll put him in a pound.
Most of them
have a 30-day grace period.
You can redeem him
when you get back.
Deirdre,
he's part of the house-sit.
I'm responsible for him.
We can't just throw him
in the pound.
Ah, this is better.
From Houston to Sao Paulo,
then Montevideo.
For some reason,
it's much cheaper.
Ah, it takes much longer.
Don't do that now.
[keyboard clacking]
I'm hurt.
[sighs deeply]
[birds singing]
[horse neighs]
[indistinct voices and whistles]
Senior.
- Si.
- Por favor.
[both speaking Spanish]
[excited chatter]
[cattle lowing]
[whistling]
[indistinct shouting]
Are you coming to Ocho Rios?
That's my house.
- You speak English.
- Of course.
And Spanish.
I'm Omar.
Omar Razaghi.
I'm Portia.
Why are you coming to Ocho Rios?
I want to write a book.
I want to write a biography
about Jules Gund.
Have you heard of him?
He was my father.
Your father?
Mm-hmm.
[horse snorts]
[dog barking]
This is Omar.
He's writing a book.
This is my mother.
Mrs. Gund?
I'm Omar Razaghi.
I wrote you the letter
about the biography.
My name's Arden Langdon.
Caroline...
she's Mrs. Gund.
But we wrote to you.
We said no.
We very definitely said no.
Yes, that's why I'm here.
I'm hoping
you'll change your minds.
I guess
It was very wrong of me
to come like this.
I have to find a hotel.
Where?
There's nothing except
this place for miles and miles.
I can sleep outdoors
in the garden,
if you'll let me.
Don't be ridiculous.
Now that you're here,
there's nowhere else
for you to go,
so till we can get you
back into town,
we'll have to let you stay.
Really?
[horse neighs]
why they would want to walk here
in the sun is beyond me.
Of course, those two ladies
Can you help me with my cravat,
please?
You know,
I've always liked this cravat.
I bought it in Venice in 1966.
I must have been happy
at the time.
Otherwise, why would I have
bought such a beautiful thing?
I look very handsome in that.
They're walking like...
they're bringing important news.
Oh, what news?
Great tidings at Ocho Rios.
They do look serious,
don't they?
Supposing we...
stuck by our decision
to refuse authorization.
Then he shall have come
very far for nothing.
Yes, but he can still
write the biography
without authorization.
That is,
without our help and consent.
That would give him
quite a free hand, wouldn't it?
To make up things,
to make up stories,
twist the facts.
You know, once these people,
these biographers
turn against you,
they can become quite vicious.
Oh, he didn't look
as if he could ever be that.
How do you know?
You only saw him
for five minutes
before at once
inviting him to stay.
He looked so tired
and helpless somehow.
And young and handsome.
Oh, really?
That has nothing
to do with it.
Anyway, Jules said he didn't
want a biography of himself.
He said it was like having
one's corpse publicly exhumed.
Oh, when did he say that?
[gasps]
My god.
Well, if we were
held accountable
letters millions of years ago,
my dear,
where would any of us be?
But he must have told you
other things.
Um, for instance,
that he would be married
and faithful to you
forever and ever.
He was.
Oh.
And Arden didn't count,
or Portia?
Caroline didn't say that.
The days pass,
and we live together,
Caroline and I,
and we manage it.
Quite well, I think.
And now this.
[sighs]
Adam's so moody nowadays.
It's because of you.
I used to live like that,
always afraid
He'd get into those black moods,
not speak to me for days on end,
not to anyone,
not to Caroline.
And I thought
that she'd turn against me
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