All language subtitles for Une vie (Alexandre Astruc, 1958) ENG

That day, as so often,

I'd decided to go for a
walk to the sea shore.

Never had the spring been so beautiful.

It's just like you, she said.

Rosalie had trouble keeping up.

Mademoiselle!

Mademoiselle Jeanne!

Mademoiselle!

Help!

Help!

The wind had come up abruptly.

Had a fishing boat not come, I don't
know what would have become of me.

He was there on the quay.

I didn't know him.

You'd better bring her
ashore, understand?

Who is that?

It's the daughter of Monsieur Perthuis.

Your father knew her very well.

Oh?

Yes sir. Very well.

And she's always lived
in this province.

He offered me his carriage.

No! Come in.

I'd like my parents to thank you.

Rosalie!

Rosalie?

No one's here.

They're probably all
out searching for me.

This is the first time
I've been to your place.

Our families have lived
alongside one another for a long time.

You live in this province?

Three months ago I left Paris.

Willingly?

It was necessary. Yes.

I've already lost too much time.

Now, I must try to live

more reasonably.

I absolutely must find them.

They must be dying with worry.

You only have to call
and there they are?

She's here!

Oh Mademoiselle, Mademoiselle!

He would come again before long.

And he left more and
more late at night.

Sometimes his silences disconcerted me.

There we are.

You'll come back to see us?

I don't know? Perhaps. Yes.

If I don't go back to Paris.

You're going to leave?

Don't you think I should?

That's not what you were
saying the other day.

You mean you've change your mind?

Me?

Thus the day came when Julien wanted
to speak privately with my father.

I was almost frightened as
the happy hour approached.

And yet I had to go down

and see the face again that
had become my whole life.

Leaving the church, I was so
consumed with happiness...

that I didn't notice
that he stayed behind.

What was he thinking about as he
saw my whole family passing by?

He who was all alone.

And who was there
for him but Fourcheville?

I was too absorbed
in myself to ask him.

The reception went on until very late.

It was a marriage like
those spoken of in fairy tales.

How he becomes a prince
near the end of the story,

I couldn't figure out.

Rosalie.

I'm going up.

The sacrifice hasn't been so great.

In any event, there has been one.

The last time I saw him in Paris

I paid for his hansom coach.

Now's the time to get
yourself reimbursed.

You won't be alone.

It's only natural:

get yourself married
to pay off your debts.

Say it again!

Did you hear?

- What was it?
- Oh... it's nothing.

A guest had too much to drink.

Oh Rosalie!

I am so happy.

When you become this happy we'll
be just like sisters the two of us.

Yes, Madame.

It shouldn't be too difficult?

No, Madame.

Rosalie, tell me.

You'll never leave me?

You'll stay with us as before.

- You've been cut?
- No. Leave it be. It's nothing.

I'm always a bit afraid
of losing you.

I won't be easy to lose, sadly.

Let's go away, shall we?

Now?

Yes.

- Right now.
- But Julien...

- ...why now?
- I'm sick of this house.

This party will never end!

Come now.

I'm asking you.

But...

but it's not possible.

- Nothing is ready.
- On the contrary.

We should go say our goodbyes.

Julien stopped the carriage
in the middle of a field.

I had fallen asleep.

At least...

I was pretending to sleep.

Two months had gone by.

My parents left us
to live in their house.

I said goodbye to them without
a slight hint of melancholy.

I closed the gates,
certain of my happiness.

Quite oblivious that
I was imprisoning myself.

Ready to head out for the countryside?

The poor dears were
heartbroken to leave their house.

You can't understand.

When I was little, losing
them filled me with fear.

Now is more important
to me than yesterday.

And this should help us
to make a beautiful child.

And give it to an orphanage.

- You're always mocking me.
- Me? Never.

I adore the little orphans.

All right. I'm off to hunt.

Will you bring me along?

I can't refuse you.

- You'll teach me?
- It can't be taught.

In runs in the blood.

Julien!

Tired?

Yes.

I'm going to go back.

Want me to go back with you?

You're too kind.

Thank you.

Sure.

Julien?

After a few months,
he took his own room.

He didn't offer me any explanation.

But hadn't we agreed that
we'd have our own rooms?

Leave it.

Who taught you to do that?

Who taught you?

No one.

You've seen pretty
clearly that she can't.

For a good reason.

There are things that
can't be taught, huh?

Have a drink.

Go on. Drink.

Ah Rosalie, Rosalie!
How I adore you.

Anyway, there can't be any question.

As far as I'm concerned, there never were.

I hate this.

While I waited, the page
had turned against me.

He was often silent.

It was enough for me to make

it seem like a household

and forget many long days.

How long have you been with us, Rosalie?

At the house, Madame?

It must be thirteen years.

Thirteen years.

How time flies.

So old so fast.

You'll be too, you'll see.

Me, Madame?

Still laying around, the two of you?

Rosalie.

Go kindle a fire for my room.

But Monsieur always
likes the same routine.

Tonight is not routine.

You heard what Monsieur told you.

Left in peace at last.

See what comes of memories.

No, no! This can't go on.

She's coming because she
thinks you were calling her.

In the morning,

I heard noise coming
from outside of the kitchen.

I should have known
Julien well enough, now

that I live slowly going back over it.

What are you doing there?

Only looking at you.

And you?

As you see, working.

Why?

Because I feel like it.

I'm entitled, am I not?

But...

You're not going to sell it?

I'd rather keep it, Julien.

It's ours.

Won't the money it gets be ours, huh?

And my debts, are those ours?

- This is about paying debts?
- Yes. You've got it.

- But you never told me.
- Told you what?

But my love,

You should have...

You're crazy. Completely crazy.

- We have all the money we need.
- We, we, always we.

But what does that mean "we."

This is my carriage.

It's the only thing I have left.

- I only wanted to...
- What a farce!

Julien! Wait for me.

As usual...

...this talk that everything will
be settled once you're hitched,

irreproachably married.

Everybody's hungry,
everybody seeks gain.

the end of this business.

But what are you talking about?

I'm saying that I've been trapped.

And all this for a few miserable debts.

I think it's a bit much, isn't it?

Good morning Madame.
Good morning Monsieur.

I'm going up.

Me, too.

You're waiting for something?

You haven't said good night.

Yes.

Listen.

I was a little violent this morning.

I didn't mean any harm you know but...

I got carried away.

When I'm angry, I'll say anything.

I'm asking you to forgive me.

Sincerely.

Your love for me frightens me.

That's your problem, you
find everything tragic.

You're speaking in riddles.

No. I was trying to
make you understand.

Anyway, it's not just
this question of money.

Money.

It would have been so
much easier to speak to me.

Oh? So very easy, huh?

What can't be fixed with a little money?

I'm begging you. Don't be vicious.

Me, vicious?

My poor little Jeanne.

I only need to be alone a little.

A little free, understand?

I need the open air, I do.

When I want to explain this to you,
you find a mouth or take offense.

There, there. Calm down.

All of this is childishness.

These whims of yours grow tiresome.

Listen.

We could be very happy the two of us.

Believe me, very happy. As long as
we keep everything in perspective.

Living together isn't always easy.

Everything has its season, understand?

It's high time you saw reason.

But I don't want to be
reasonable. I love you.

But I know you love me
and very much besides.

Well yes. What does that change?

That's the whole reason
that I've wasted my life.

- You can't mean what you say, Julien!
- Can't I?

I've never been so sincere.

You've wasted your life?

It seems a waste to try
to make you understand.

The days resumed their course,

before long,

but I was unable to forget Julien's words.

Rosalie!

My poor little one!

My poor Rosalie.

You're in pain.

No! Don't touch me.

I don't want you to.

Ever!

Rosalie?

Julien!

- It's Rosalie. She...
- Hold on.

Go find Ludivine. She's
going to need her.

You understand don't you?

Leave me alone.

But don't be afraid.

I'm going to carry you into the house.

- Go away.
- And let you stay here, huh?

I'm in such pain.

I didn't think it was so close.

Here. Stay and help me.

You must forgive me.

Necessity is awkward.

It takes its time.

Take this.

Take it.

Go ahead. You cry for her.

Come inside.

Come along.

- What am I going to do now?
- What?

Someone must make a house
for this boy, isn't that so?

What's more, a bastard!

You know what that means.

No.

She confides in you.

She had to have
told you about this.

She told you all about it didn't she?

Naturally, she played the victim.

They're torturers, women!

I've had enough of this treachery.

I've had enough of all these women!

I don't give a damn about either of you!

Either of you!

Oh Julien...

do you hear?

Let's adopt it.

Let's adopt it, I'm begging you!

- I am saying no.
- I'll speak to Rosalie and we'll say...

- we'll adopt it. I'm begging you...
- No!

Madame. It's a girl!

It's a girl!

How pleased I am.
How happy Rosalie will be.

Oh Julien, we'll have
a little girl in the house.

Everything's going to ruin, yes!

- Why don't you like children?
- You tell me.

You won't talk to me?

No.

Did you speak to you?

No.

You see. I was right.

- Would she look at you?
- Of course.

Perhaps you were
born to be a handmaid.

The cold lasted...

much longer that year.

I often worried about the little
girl who was sleeping out there.

Julien!

Julien!

You?

You, my friend...

It's not possible.

You will not to touch him!

Thief!

Get out!

Shove off! Get out!

Julien!

What did you say?

- Julien?
- You think it's worse than it is!

Had I known how ugly you are!

The two of you disgust me.

Petty thief!

How ugly you are!

Madame.

Madame?

Jeanne?

Jeanne!

Answer me!

Madame.

Madame. You must come back in?

The snow is going to start falling.

Come back in.

Leave me alone!

I loved you like a sister!

How could you do this to me?

Rosalie?

Why didn't you say anything?

I often wanted to tell you.

I was a little ashamed.

When the baby was born,
I tried, but...

For how long?

How long?

When did it begin?

Has he been coming her
to be with you regularly? Tell me.

Oh, no, Madame.

Since our marriage?

Yes.

We should go in, little cricket.

Come.

No. I can't!

We'll go together. Don't be afraid.

Come... come....

Without a word to upset him,

I had written to my parents.

I asked them to come and
stay with us for a while.

I had such great need for love.

This farce is nearly over.

You're going to cry when
I show that girl the door aren't you?

She'll soon be settled into
the farm we've given to her.

What farm?

It's true. I forgot to tell you.

She has stayed with us for so long.

I couldn't let her leave with nothing.

So, with papa, I decided
to give her freehold to a farm.

- It's ridiculous.
- I didn't ask for your advice.

It's my farm.

And my maid, as well.

You told me as much, didn't you?

Just a moment.

What do you owe that woman?

Just one thing, Julien.

You really don't know what it is?

In that case, I'll help you remember:

virtue?

If only Julian had made
an effort to reconcile with me.

If only he had uttered
one word of regret.

Good night, my little girl.

She hasn't gone yet?

No.

Madame?

- I want to say--
- I know, I know..

I have brought her down.

I've been afraid to leave all of this.

You are thinking doing that now?

I hope that you will be very happy together.

No.

She left with the child.

I was the one left alone.

Six years went by.

My mother had returned.

My father had died.

That day, a boat
was christened.

I would name my little boy Paul

since I had

so long waited for this child.

I spotted Rosalie there.

I quickly made away.

Lamare!

Lamare!

Give me your hand, old man.

So we meet again.

I thought I would have to go
on a pilgrimage to find you again.

You thought I liked being alone.

- What do you like?
- My wife.

Yes, old boy. I got married.

I would have like to
have written. But you?

You would never have answered.

We've arrived.

Where are you?

Paris is very nice, boy, but

after marriage I'd say there's
nothing like the country.

Gilberte?

Gilberte!

It's Julien.

Julien de Lamare.

My husband has
often spoken of you.

I'm afraid to imagine
what he's told you.

Only very nice things.

My wife, Madame de Fourcheville.

- Madame.
- Madame.

My respects.

- And this one's your's, too?
- Yes.

Well that's simply incredible!
Julien is the father of a family?

Must be something in it for you.

Dressed up in the garb of a "gentleman
farmer," that I can understand.

But for the love of God...!

Madame. Tell her.

You must come home
with us this evening.

I support notorious Epicureans.

You know we don't go out too much.

That wasn't your idea, Julien.

You see? Your wife agrees.

Paul!

Sorry. The joys of family life.

Let's go. Come on.

Are you hurt?

Have you cut yourself?

He thunders like a giant.

Whatever hit him must be...

a real force of nature!

You're in every way like your father.

We are going off to lunch.

Won't you all please join us?

Well... will it be yes?

I'm afraid we must decline.

All right. I won't insist.

You must come to see us one of
these days, isn't that so Madame?

Your friend is right.

We don't go out enough.

You've made a triumph out of solitude.

Essentially, it was always with some
trepidation that I returned to my winter:

my grounds, my house,

my mother.

The way things were troubled me.

Paul!

Do you hear me?

Come here at once.

And recall what I told you,
I don't want these little battles.

The Fourchevilles came to invite us to a hunt.

Julien accepted immediately.

I prefered not to join them.

Mama. Don't you need anything?

Not at all.

Who was it?

Some friends of Julien.

You must go with them, my little girl.

No need to stay on my account.

It's not on your account that I've stayed.

Go lie back down. You know
what the doctor told you.

My God! Mama!

Quickly!

Go to the Doctor's!

You'll come with me.

Speak to me, mama!

Not there.

There.

I'd like to get along.

I find you very exacting.

How do you like hunting?

That would depend on the season.

You're quite a flirt.

You've found me out.

Why mess everything up right away.

We have plenty of time for that.

There are a thousand ruses

These is nothing else to do but lie.

To mislead.

To hide ourselves away.

And you said you
didn't know how to flirt.

- Here we are.
- No.

Do you like playing with fire, Julien?

Don't you?

I only love the fire.

Where did you get off to? We've
been looking for you for an hour.

No. Not you Lamare!

If Gilberte insists on joining
you as a guest for dinner

tonight, she'll have to come alone.

Won't you eat something?
There's more than enough.

I ate with the little one.

Mama?

Mama!

Mama.

Julien?

Julien?

Julien?

Julien!

Mama died during the night.

Why didn't you wake me up?

Very elegant. It's been a long time.

Ha... you think so?

Your friend is very nice.

You mean Fourcheville?

He's shameless, but that's just as well.

It's too bad that you lost
touch with him back then.

- You're becoming quite close again.
- Yes.

He got married, too.

Does he regret it, too?

- Jeanne, my little Jeanne.
- No Julien. That would be too easy.

Too easy? Too easy
like that mouth of yours.

- And if you don't...
- Let go of me.

Perhaps I can
twist your arm.

No. I'll hate myself

Leave me alone. You've
already caused me enough pain.

But, no.

Stop tormenting me.

Go away.

For now I want to live alone.

Alone?

What does that mean?

A woman isn't fit to live alone.

I married a nun.

Yes.

Well what are you waiting for?

Maybe this is the only way.

Solitude won't kill anyone.

This way we'll both find a little happiness.

I gave up on that long ago.

You're lying.

Jeanne.

You're going too fast.

I'm not feeling well.

I would like to go.

- But there will be a reception.
- No.

We've been invited.
Won't you come with me?

Send my thanks, I cannot
celebrate much more.

- I have had my fill.
- You are looking for the real reason?

Why else go you want
to go to this party?

It could be worthwhile,

after all, these are our neighbors.

I'm obliged to stay.

Yes, Julien. I know.

Good. Gilberte is going to come along with us.

Do what you want.

Julien.

why haven't you come to see me?

It's been a while since
we've seen each other.

I need you so much.

He won't leave me alone for
a moment. He's gone mad.

He isn't capable of that.

I must speak to you.

I'm afraid, Julien.

Don't let go of me.

Afraid?

Well then, come for
breakfast at daybreak.

Yes.

You know where?

I've changed my mind, Julien.

I'm staying with you.

Very good.

Here we are.

Drink.

Why aren't you drinking?

Drink.

I'm afraid.

And what would
be frightening you?

I don't know.

- Everything is so hard.
- There, there.

Why do you torment yourself like that?

What's bothering you?

Huh?

Why can't you smile?

- I can't any more.
- And yet it's easy.

Look at everything.

A party, sunshine.

the trees, the fresh air, the water.

What more could you ask for?

They're happy.

That's how they seem, perhaps.

For the moment, they're happy.

Julien?

You'd really have a life
if I weren't with you.

Why are you so kind today?

Because it's nice

isn't it?

Don't say anything.

Don't say anything else.

Leave it just as it is.

Madame de Lamare!

Madame de Lamare!

Once again, I was alone.

Abandoned to a world of tears.

I was running after our dead love.

I already sensed what I would find.

When I spotted them,

I wasn't shocked.

Hold on.

Don't be afraid.

- Julien isn't here is he?
- No.

I don't know anything.

- So they're together!
- No!

- Isn't that so?
- Let go of me.

I'll kill them.

You hear me?
I'll kill them.

Fourcheville!

They've taken refuge in a wagon.

Fourcheville!

Julien!

Julien!

Julien!

Julien!

One recalls more willingly
the summers than the winters.

Some disgraces should
not be remembered.

Rosalie came back to live beside me.

Far than eclipsing his, my son's
face served as a reminder of Julien's

imbued with a new sweetness.

Life can be at once so beautiful
and so vicious like that.

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