All language subtitles for Christine.1958.(Romy Schneider-Alain Delon).DVDRip.ENG

VIENNA 1906

- You're late.
- I took two cabs to be safe.

No. First make sure
I wasn't followed.

No one. The street's empty.

Anyone can hide
in a carriage entrance.

I'm sure he suspects.

You're only happy in love
first it's coupled with fear.

Anyway, he can't be jealous of me.

not special at me.

He said to take a married woman
as a mistress.

- He did?
- Yes.

- It's better since it doesn't last.
- He gives dreadful advice.

We've been seeing each
other for a year.

That's right.

A year exactly.

The masked ball at the Opera.

The two masks which met that night...

- You!
- Sorry. Only me.

Husbands ring bells more imperiously.
As you'll soon find out.

- Any more tomfoolery?
- No. I came for you.

- She's still here?
- Yes. And late. Out you go.

Don't forget the lads' night out!

- It was...
- Your pal, Theo. I know.

I'm not sulking.

Of course not.

But when you look out the window,
I know what you're thinking.

You hate waiting here for me
instead of drinking with your pals.

I'm a married woman.
Single women are more fun.

- You hate me for your unhappiness.
- Untrue.

But what's done is done.

Too bad for you.

You're mine.

Here's Theo! Where's Franz?

He'll join us later.
He's busy.

He's studying
the Battle of Austerlitz.

A battle that always puts him
in a foul mood.

He needs a new battle.

Gentlemen, the usual conditions.

Anyone who doesn't bed a woman
pays for the champagne in the mess.

Three lemonades, right?

Alcohol gives me heartburn.
Three lemonades.

- Did you write this waltz?
- Yes. Well, almost.

I found the motif.
But another man used it.

As always.

It's the last time.
No one treads on my toes!

- Christine, waltz with me.
- No treading on toes now!

Mizzie!

She's right. I compose waltzes
but dance them badly.

I'll lead.
Excuse us, won't you?

- Found mine!
- I saw her first.

No fighting over girls, only betting.
That's the rule.

Six.

Evens.

Nine.

Evens.

I send optic telegrams.
They're faster.

May I?

It's not me.
The orchestra is too fast.

It should go...

Henceforth I'll be fierce:
Eye for eye, tooth for tooth.

- Watch it, will you?
- Excuse me.

Let's close our eyes and go.

Why?

Mizzie isn't worthy
of being your relation.

- She's outrageous. Come.
- Is that an order?

A prayer.
Christine, we're almost engaged.

"Almost, almost."
With you, it's always almost.

Well, I'm almost sure
I don't want to marry you.

Christine!

You're sad from tip to toe.

On Sundays with you,
my parasol becomes an umbrella.

I'm 20.
I want to have fun, like Mizzie.

Go on then. Lift your skirts
and dance with the dragoons.

But I will not sit at the same table.

Are you coming?

One, two...

So be it.
Adieu, Christine.

Another argument?

A lover's tiff. He'll be back.

You don't know civilians.

They can't argue for fun.
They always take it seriously.

If you'll excuse me.

Hello and goodbye. I promised
I'd come, but now I'm leaving.

I've just found two girls.
What about the other one?

Whatever. I want to be alone.

I can't break up with her.

We should be banned
from married women.

Forget her. Look.

Pretty girls, eh?

It's easy. Listen again.

One star, 2nd lieutenant.
Two stars, lieutenant.

And what's four stars?
General?

No idea. I've never met
a superior officer.

This is Lieutenant Franz Lobeimer.
Miss...

Mizzie Schlager.

Mizzie Schlager and Miss...

Christine Weiring.

Christine has love problems.

Waiter, a bottle of Tokay!
Ask her to dance.

- Maybe latter.
- Silly!

The best way to forget a man
is to dance with another.

- Dance with me now then.
- Why?

So you don't forget me too quickly.

Serious love problems?

Then you need seeing to.

You don't have to try
to cheer me up.

You want to be alone?
Well, so do I.

So let's just pretend to be together.

Then we'll both close our doors.

- Goodnight, Miss.
- Goodnight.

Is she blonde or brunette?

No peeking through the keyhole.

May I come in?
For a second. No more.

Just to ask the time.

Five to eleven. Why?

I have a rendezvous at the Opera
at eleven-thirty.

Young or old?

Neither. With my father.

- I shall escort you.
- No. I can go alone.

- I must go.
- I'll come too.

No bother. It's on my way.

Must I stay here all alone?

Not at all.
You're on my way too!

- You don't know where I live.
- No matter.

All paths lead to mine tonight.

To yours? Out of the question.
Just see me at home.

Your silence is due
to one of two things.

Either I bore you
or you have a headache.

Let's say it's a headache.

Really? I have just you need.

No. Eau de Cologne. You'll see.

I'm sure it will go soon.

Then let me.
First take your hat off.

I'm too kind, caring for a man
who wakes me every morning.

- I wake you every morning?
- Yes, with your horses and bagres.

As you leave the barracks
with your horses and bugles.

Really, make quite a noise.

- The window that slams with anger
is you? - It's me!

Delighted to meet you.

- What if I promise to behave?
- I can't.

Not even for champagne?

The one you'd win?

I wasn't born yesterday.
The bet has never changed.

Never mind.
Then I'll walk you home.

- You promise to behave?
- I swear.

Then I accept.
But no more than five minutes.

Good evening, lieutenant.

Forgotten your key again?

Yes. I was late.

- I was with the Minister.
- A serious situation?

- Very.
- Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Their policcies! Their policcies
keep me awakeeat night

Tell me everything, lieutenant.
I won't repeat a word.

The balance of Europe
is threatened.

- Like the other night?
- Exactly.

Turkey's fault again!

The Sublime Gate is all trouble.

That Sublime Gate!

Open, closed, open, closed...
Good job, we keep watch.

I hope there'll be no complications.

- None. The Diplomacy fix all.
- Great Diplomacy!

You don't imagine what
the Diplomacy can make.

It gives me creeps!

To think the people haven't a clue!

It's the first time I've been alone
with a captain.

At night too!
It seems funny.

Not captain.
2nd lieutenant.

Is that higher or lower?

At night, it's sometimes higher.

Here. I feel better.

Keep it.
It'll be a souvenir for me.

For you? How's that?

Every time I count my handkerchiefs,
I'll think of you, of course.

We're here.

Is your father often at the Opera?

- He's a music lover?
- No. A cellist.

Opera is silly because things
never happen like that in real life.

Tonight is Romeo and Juliet.
I could have gone.

But they die in the end.
I hate sad endings.

- Good night.
- Don't curse me tomorrow morning.

It's Papa who curses.
He hates brass instruments!

- And you?
- Me? I try to accustom.

- See you in the morning.
- See you.

- Joseph didn't escort you?
- No.

- Where was this night?
- The trumpets are very high.

A 2nd lieutenant saw me here.
Is that bad?

Only if you hid something from me.
I'm all you have left.

What did this 2nd lieutenant say?

He said very little.

But he's very handsome
and he dances so well.

Did you dance a lot?

Not once all evening.
But I'm sure he dances well.

- What?
- Mizzie and I, Christine and you.

Not exactly.
I'll tell you later.

Christine.

I came to apologise for last night.

- I was stupid.
- You weren't.

Yes, I was.
Stupid, ludicrous and boring.

I realised later.
But it's all over now.

Today, your sweetheart
is ready to laugh, dance,

stop getting angry
and never speak ill of Mizzie.

So, you don't hate me?

Not any more.

You love me?

I adore you!

- Truly?
- Yes. Truly, truly!

If you knew how happy I am
this morning.

Bugler, signal 1 st Platoon!

- Did you kiss her?
- No.

But the moon was magnificent.
Did she put on airs?

No. I didn't try.

A nice girl, no strings attached...

You know her?

No, but I asked Mizzie.

They're made for us and we for them.
As long as it doesn't last.

The first 6 months were like a week.
Now a week is like 6 months.

You must break it off.

An affair with no more love
is worse than when love and ends.

2nd Platoon, ready to charge!

Forward!

We don't have ribbon
to match your hat.

Well?

We didn't talk much.
He had a headache.

The best cure is a kiss.

No. Not with him.

He's a bit arrogant at first,
but is only charm.

Who told you?

Theo. Last night.
See, I thought of you.

- And the ribbon, Miss?
- I'm looking, Madam.

Let's go out all together.

And Joseph?

He swore on his own head
I'd love him one day.

He can wait.
We all end up marrying Josephs.

He didn't even ask for a date.

I bet you're already
a tad in love with him.

Mizzie, love doesn't come so fast.

It depends.
Mine comes on a gust of wind.

Miss!

I'm sorry,
we have no matching ribbon.

But you have it in your hand!

So I do!

- Are you seeing Theo tonight?
- Tomorrow. He's on duty tonight.

- Could you take me the ribbon?
- Coming.

Goodbye.

Is it your first serious break-up?

Yes.

It's as easy as saying hello.

Start by telling her
she was the love of your life.

That works like chloroform.
The rest is painless.

Lansky'll make us late.
They wait for us at 10 am.

He must be admiring his new star.

Here he is.

Attention!

Enough! The first to call me captain
gets two days in the brig.

The big advantage of being captain:

No more dancing
with the colonel's daughters!

Hush. Later. He's watching.

I'd like to ask your wife to dance,
but she doesn't have eyes for me.

Your young protégé
is a fine dancer.

Startling! That lieutenant has danced
twice in a row with the baroness

while your daughters
are wallflowers!

- The colonel's daughters, dear!
- Mama!

Silence!

I've something to say.

- I know. You're going to tell me
how unhappy you are. - Yes.

You're sick of waiting hours for me
and things must change.

wonderful! Brilliant!

Things will change.
Tomorrow a new life begins.

- A new life?
- Yes.

My husband is going to Salzburg
for 2 weeks.

I can't believe our good fortune.

Excuse me.

Every night I'll be waiting for you.

Two weeks, Franz, is an eternity.
The first few days at least.

Helena, you are the love of my life.

I hope so. You are too.

Tomorrow. Yours. 7 pm.

This season at the Opera
we have Caruso...

My dear, accord me this waltz.

And dance it
with our good friend Wiemel.

You can no longer accuse me
of being jealous.

Franz, I'm a friend of the family
and yet you tell me nothing.

What is it? Heartbreak?

Certainly not...

Of course it is.

Perhaps. But I'm planning
on changing things.

Soon, you won't recognise me.

Naturally, you'll declare your love.

Not tonight. I'll bide my time.

It will never come.

And if I told my husband?

He wouldn't believe you.

His distrust won't let him
believe a thing.

How was it, painless?

- I split the manoeuvre in two.
- Bad strategy!

Come. Nothing like a waltz
to clear the mind.

You haven't danced with me once.

And you leave tomorrow for 2 weeks.

I wouldn't leave you.
I'd like you to accompany me.

- You always said the opposite.
- I've changed my mind.

- What could keep you in Vienna?
- Nothing.

- Then this is a caprice.
- Perhaps.

The change is your caprice
in the morning.

Don't count on it, dear.

Mr Franz, madam left with sir
for Salzburg.

A last-minute decision.

Mr Franz will understand, I hope?

Thanks, Emille.

Thirteen.

Good evening.

Fourteen.

Her leaving surprises me.

She said she'd stay in Vienna.
What could have happened?

Don't ask. As Napoleon said:
"In love, the only victory is flight".

Your victory is double,
you flee and she takes the train.

- You win.
- And pay, as usual.

Coming, free man?

I've an idea for tomorrow.
Leave it to me.

A threepenny lovers' waltz

It's only sung in spring

And often though to the end

I vow to you, my love

To love you for evermore

Wherever the wind comes from

So this is a fine song

Every ball has its lovers

Its threepenny lovers

That it watches as they dream

while dancing cheek to cheek

But all that's left in winter

Just an air weeping on the wind

The love of the threepenny lovers.

Sorry, the door was open.

Come in. The lesson's over.

When's your audition?

Never, probably.
Papa can't decide to ask.

But you're not ready yet!

Why don't you addmit, daddy?
You are an opera musician...

but have preconceptions with theater.

Preconceptions, I?
And conservative too?

I'll ask for your audition tomorrow.
So no more of it.

Going for a pic-nic?

Yes.
And I'd like to invite Christine.

Just the two of you?

I won't lie.
There'll be four of us.

But they're serious boys.

Christine, do you want to go?

I ought to say no.

Really want to go?

- My darling Papa!
- Quickly. Go and get dressed.

There.
Walk so I can see.

More relaxed.

Swing your hips.

Not too much.

Oh no, Mizzie!

What?
What's got into you?

Next to you, I'll look a lump.

If you leave me alone with him,
it will be worse.

The other day, he barely spoke.

You are silly!

I show you what to do
when you're alone.

Firstly, know what type he likes.

Between us, men are totally stupid.

You sit next to me, on the grass.

You raise your hem.

Not too much. We hide our legs
to make him want to see them.

First try the shy type.

Good. Now turn them towards me.

In admiration.

Admiration, I said.

Ecstasy, even.

Men always believe it's true.

And if he still says nothing?

Then change the type.

A vague look.

Sigh a little.

Naturally, if he asks,
you say your life

is very complicated.

Try another one again.

A wasp comes. You gasp...

I said gasp, not shriek.

Look at him.
With your eyes closed, of course.

And?

If he doesn't kiss you,
the Austrian army is finished!

Now let's hurry.

What's your promise?

To be home before dark.

- Goodbye, Mizzie.
- Goodbye, Mr Weiring.

Joys of nature, my foot!

Brambles, thistles,
creepy-crawlies...

And yet, I'd still come again
next Sunday.

How silly women are!

Your friend is nice,
but she puts on airs.

And I did explain it all.

Christine, what's on your mind?

Many things.

Under this simple exterior,
my life is so complicated.

Why don't you talk everything to me?

There's no point...
You would not understand.

Oh, a wasp!

A wasp!

They don't need us any more.

No. Leave me alone.

Behind your ear.

Where have they gone?

What do you expect?
Summer, the day, sweet grass...

Why do you lie to me?

Me?

Passing yourself off
for something you're not.

So you'll be interested in me.

And because Mizzie was here.

It was a joke.

But now we're alone, it's different.

I should go home.

There's an idea!
Why?

I was stupid.
Now you'll always see me as stupid.

I know.

Mizzie!

I ought to say goodbye to her.

Theo!

I'll look that way.

Theo!

Don't answer.

- What?
- Christine's going. We argued.

Idiot, I said to use feeling.
Much feeling.

As the rulebook says:
The rest will follow.

Have you two finished conspiring?

Try a boat for some Sunday romance.

They believe all you say on water.

Roll up for boat hire!

It's a lovely day for a boat trip.

This way, lovers, for your photo.

A souvenir photo, Christine?

Souvenir of what?
A day lost?

Come on, ladyes and gentlemen,

take a boat trip.

- A perfect pose!
- Rowers, this way, please!

Ladies, my rowboats await.

Absolutely charming.

Good. Stay still.
A nice smile...

- Smile, Christine.
- It's not that easy!

No arguing.

Wasted days often leave us
the best memories.

How can I take a photo
if you don't smile?

Christine, don't poke fun at me,
but I'm falling in love with you.

Wonderful!

That's not true.

Will be a beautiful photo.

Collect it in an hour,
after a little boat trip.

A rowboat?
This way, please.

Souvenir photos!
Have your photo taken!

Wait.
I'll find you my nicest rowboat!

Love comes on slowly.

You think you're acting
but it becomes real.

It has happened with you, Christine.

It's bad, what you're doing, Franz.

What's bad?

Say these things for the girls,

so they'll lose their heads.

For you officers,
it's just a passing game.

But beware, Franz.

For...

although I know you're lying...

I'm just as silly as the others.

Christine.

I'd hate you afterwards.

Please don't cry.

It's nothing.

It's true I told you sweet nothings.

But you were false, too, earlier.

So we're quits.

I suggest we both be honest.

Only the truth. Promise?

- I promise.
- Cross your heart?

And hope to die.

You start.

Tell me the truth
about your headache the other day.

I bet it was a woman
running round inside. Was it?

A storm's brewing.
It's so muggy.

Let's sit awhile.

Your turn to tell me the truth.

Tell me about your love life.

No.

- It's a pity.
- What is?

That we started off by being fake.

Now, if we really liked each other...

we wouldn't dare admit it.

Papa will be worried.
I've never come home so late.

Keep the cab. I'll walk back.

- Goodnight.
- See you tomorrow.

A drop of rain.

They say that lovers
who are rained on

during their first walk
will love each other for ever.

Christine,
I want to promise something.

Promise nothing.

Between us, what will be will be.

I swear I'll ask nothing of you.

There. It's raining.

Now we'll love each other for ever.

See you tomorrow.

Don't forget me by then, lieutenant.

There you are!
Come over here.

I wont let my qdagter ot so late
ith an oold persono

Explain yourself.

I've nothing to explain, Papa.

I'm happy. So happy.

If only you knew.

Tell me about it.

Tell me about it.

2nd-lieutenant, you are late!

Sorry, captain.

Idiot! Have a box for you.
Was brought...

by two girls who find us charming.

We reciprocate, since it's the day
after the first Sunday.

The second Sunday will be good too.

The third will seem long.

And the fourth may be the last.

We're not there yet.

Look, a message.

Signed Christine. It's not a hat
but a messenger pigeon!

"I sewed up the lining,

"as it looked a little worn."

The needle and thread are
the first tools of marriage.

So beware.

Sentiment, sure.
Enough to forget the Baroness.

But nothing more. Understood?

Yes, lieutenant.

Run to the florist and have 12 roses
sent to 34 Schubertgasse.

Red roses, naturally,

because she believe yet
in the language of flowers.

I'm a fool.

I can't dance, can't send flowers
and can't talk to women.

He didn't speak much either.

And we haven't danced together once.

I finally understand
crimes of passion.

I'll be on page 3 of the newspaper.

Christine, I love you.

Love fades and we feel better.

- Will your love fade?
- I meant you.

For me...

At least I have music.

Exactly! Work on your opera again.

You're very talented, Joseph.

If I were, it would be known.

No. I'll write my waltzes
that others steal.

It's my destiny! My own destiny!

Poor Joseph,

I hate seeing you sad.

Come on, give a little kiss
on my face, let's go?

I don't want charity.

Be brave. Don't hurt my feelings.

Let's go, give me a kiss.

- It's our 3rd anniversary.
- How's that?

Our third Sunday.
Mizzie told me yesterday.

But since I met you,
every day is Sunday.

Franz!

Franz, quick. There's an echo.

- Franz!
- Christine!

- I swear...
- I'll love you...

For ever!

Don't laugh, Franz.

Hear that murmur?

That's all the oaths of love
shouted before ours.

The echo never forgets.

Only true lovers can hear them.

I'm exausted.

I'm so happy.

And hungry.
I could eat a mountain of cakes!

You choose.
I'll order the coffees.

Wait in the carriage.

- Already back?
- This morning.

I sent Emily to your place earlier.

But two weeks ago I...

A long time, isn't it?

Helena, I've something to say.

Go ahead.

Not here. I'm with friends.

Thank you.

- Franz, could you speak about this?
- What?

Who was the lady in black?

I don't remember of dresses.

The woman with whom
was talking.

In Vienna, officers know all ladies.

This year, they're wearing black.

In the street, we confuse them all.

It seems that recognize this.

Christine, I thank that no do
any questions.

- Do I ask you questions?
- You could.

But I don't.

Here. Drink your coffee.

- What did you do this morning?
- Same as yesterday.

I have no secrets.

Neither do I.

Actually, I do.
A very big secret.

Just one.

You, Christine.

I've forgotten everything
from before.

The lady in black is nobody.

Do you believe me, Christine?

The day I stop believing you
will be the end of the world.

Franz?

Hello? Is that you?

Don't you recognise my voice?

I'm calling from the barracks.

I am replacing an
official until tomorrow.

Of course it's true.

Gotta be quick, understand.

Give me another date.

Tomorrow night, my place.

I'll be on duty at the Opera.

Arrange something.
I demand an explanation.

Listen...

No. I won't wait another day.

I said, tomorrow night,
in my place.

Hello, Wiemel.
You wanted to talk?

Yes and no. It depends.

- On whom?
- On you.

When one hears something
regarding a married friend,

there are two ways to be ignoble.

Tell him everything,
or tell him nothing.

What you recommend me?

Speak.

2nd Lieutenant Lobeimer
lives behind St Michael's Chapel.

Number 17.

Continue.

As fate would have it,
I was just passing by...

No. It is too shameful.

Continue.

- You won't believe me.
- I said continue!

What is it, dear?
Feeling unwell?

I have a headache.

You'll have to go to the Opera
without me.

That would be regrettable.

The Emperor will come and our
friends will be there tonight.

Anyone can get a headache.

Perhaps. But on some nights
it's most regrettable.

Don't insist, please.

And do not be late because of me,
it would never forgive me.

Then rest well, dear.

I'll look in on you
after the performance.

Did you have a good trip?

Excellent. But I'm happy
to be back among friends.

I trust we'll still see you often
at the house.

Certainly.

How about dinner tomorrow?

I'm already booked.

The day after tomorrow?

I'll be on duty then.

I refuse to be beaten.
We'll talk again.

These are the best seats.

We can see the actors in the wings.

We can see Papa, too.

He looks so excited.

He was so nervous before leaving,
I had to tie his bowtie.

Look.

Silly things. They're looking for us
on the wrong side.

The ladies below
have such funny hairdos.

But after the show,
the boys will meet the ladies above.

- Looking for someone?
- The lady in black I told you about.

Don't. Thinking about people
makes them come back.

Anyway, all men have a lady in black
in their memory.

Don't let people see us.
We have free tickets.

They're so silly!

Wait!

Aim well.

If I'm not back before the end,
make something up.

I'll see you later.

Great. Go, Don Juan.

But no noise.
The Commander is in the house.

Let me look at you first.

After an absence,
one can feel disoriented.

One always hurts the other.

But no matter.
First, we tell each other everything.

In a while, it will be over
and tomorrow, forgotten.

I'm glad you take it so lightly.

I do have a lot to tell you.

Impossible.

- You too, perhaps.
- No. You first.

Go on, I'm listening.

Was it one or several?

One.

One is a lot.

I prefer many.
Several are easier to forget.

Hold on, I can see her now.

Blonde, petite,

blue eyes...
- How do you know?

I told you I have some witch in me.

What is she, a maid, a seamstress,
a dancer in the corps de ballet?

Don't tell me you've fallen in love!

Fair enough.
But no more games.

It isn't a game for me.

It's over between us, Helena.

It was, even before I met her.

Before you left Vienna.

Then only I didn't know.

I still hear you on that last day,
whispering,

"I love you," in the dark.

One says "I love you"
while thinking "I loved you".

The tenses of "love"
are easily confused.

Franz...

Let's take a one-month break.

Until the Emperor's Ball.

Then we'll see who misses whom most.

In the meantime, good luck.

Good luck to you.

You're mad.

Maybe.
But it's delightful being mad.

To dream and not know
what day of the week it is.

I've never experienced that.

I'm sorry, Helena, but I'm happy.

She doesn't know yet.
I had to say goodbye to you first.

Goodbye and hello. For you'll be
my best friend, won't you?

- If you agree?
- You're uncouth and self-centred.

You're just like the rest.
Only you're stupid with it.

She has no name, no money.

All she has is me.

Helena!

That was cruel, Franz.
Please forgive me.

Here...

Your letters.

I'll return yours too.

Helena, don't read them.

You must burn them.

You're right.

You'll see later...

It's forgetting them.

A lot for one man.

Men in his day
were different to today's.

Baron Egersdorf'ss carriage!

Hello, is that the Opera?
Can you tell me which act is on?

The last act has just begun.
Thank you.

I must go.

One more minute.
Look at the couple in the mirror.

Now they'll each go
their separate ways.

Let's bid them "adieu".

"Adieu", Franz.

"Adieu", Helena.

There.

No. That way.

She's lucky.

You like danger, madam.
But you are prudent.

You get your lovers out
just in time.

No! No lies. He was here.

- I won't discuss this with you.
- You will.

Prove my blindness to me.

Or beg for my forgiveness.

But talk, will you!

With a wife like you,
I can behave like a boor

and search everywhere.

You must have letters
hidden somewhere.

What's so funny?

There.

Where could he be?

I told you. At the barracks,
calling the roll.

Very well. Let's say he is.

Forever suspicious.

- I know men.
- Here he is!

- How was the roll call?
- Admirable.

Hear how they back each other up!

check if he has
another woman's hair on him

or a suspicious scent.

That's how accidents happen.

I want a word with Franz.
You two, run along.

Yes, but I've forgotten it now.
It's like I've cleared an obstacle.

And your first act as a free man
is to propose Christine in marriage?

She's very dear to me, Theo.
I want Christine.

I know what you're going to say.

With the wedding I will win the family's
fury and the mockery of friends.

But all I care about is Christine.

and if you won't be my Best Man,
I'll beat you.

Respect my grey hair!

- Will you?
- No. You're stupid!

- Repeat that!
- Stupid!

- Will you?
- No. It's stupid.

- Answer me.
- I give up. I accept.

Attention! Lieutenants,
your colonel is not happy.

Aren't you ashamed, playing games

while two gentle young women
await you?

- You'll have a month in the brig!
- Who said you could wear that?

Quiet!
I've something to ask Christine.

I've an announcement too.

- Me first, it's very important!
- No, the mine is more important.

In 2 days, I'm auditioning
at the Opera!

But I'm so nervous.

Best cure for nerves is champagne!

Stage fright, like battle fright,
is necessary for victory.

If you have it, you'll ve fine.

- Let's drink to success!
- To love!

- Expecting someone?
- No.

Don't open it, then.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

Forget it, you're not in!

You can see the light
from the street.

No. Be my guest.

- Having a party?
- Just a few friends.

Don't introduce me.
I'll stay only for one question

and one reply.

About you and my wife.

I thought of asking for your word
as an officer, if was guilty.

But you might give it
and I'd despise you for it.

- Who was it?
- Him.

- Egersdorf?
- He knows.

He knows nothing.
You didn't confess, did you?

He had proof.

My key.

So?

I will have to crossing blades
with him.

In two days, no doubt.

Would you and Lansky be my seconds?

Count on us.

- Do we tell the girls?
- No.

I don't want Christine to know.

Let's go in.

What is this?

If you can be mysterious,
so can we, in our own way.

Music!

Christine, take off this mask.

Is it bringing back memories?
Then I will.

From tonight, no more memories.
Only our plans.

What was it you wanted
to say earlier?

- Me?
- Yes.

That I love you, Christine.
And will love you all my life.

Here are the conditions
you will demand.

Of course, as the offended party,
I shoot first.

- It's a real duel?
- Yes.

A real one.

Your conditions are unacceptable.
20 paces is a sure hit.

We'll give the opponent
the first shot, but at 30 paces.

We've been told
that these conditions are final.

Then all we can do is record them.

- Gentlemen, I won't sign.
- We have no choice.

More can you've done.
I shall return in one hour.

Gentlemen.

- Colonel...
- One second.

I'll see you, but I don't like
my hand being forced.

So be brief.

The Baron has first shot
and demands 20 paces only.

It's his right.

- Lobeimer doesn't know I'm here.
- Then why are you?

- This duel is absurd, sir.
- A duel is never absurd.

I know.
He asked for my permission.

But it pains me.

A dragoon officer with no fortune
can't marry without a dowry.

Well sir, if the duel goes ahead,
the wedding won't.

I know that.

The Baron is a good shot

and keeps a calm head.
I suggest you do the same.

I refuse to second at a murder.

It's a matter of honor.

Lieutenant Kaiser,
your promotion is compromised.

Expect my resignation tomorrow.

Perfect.
Then you're dismissed.

Hello, sir. I'm Franz Lobeimer.

I've heard all about you.
My daughter talks of you every day.

Come in.
And make yourself comfortable.

- I wanted to talk to her.
- She's not here.

Let's wait for her together.

Ave Maria

Maiden mild

Oh, listen to a maiden's prayer

For though canst hear tho'
from the wild

And thou canst save

Safe may we sleep beneath thy care

Tho' banished, outcast and reviled

O, Maiden hear a maiden's prayer

O, Mother, hear a suppliant child

Do you like music, Franz?

Especially today.

It makes you think of all
you could have but never will.

At your age,
you can have all you want.

I wish Christine would come back.

I don't know what's got into me.

Never have children. But if you do,
don't teach them music.

There she is!

- Well?
- Daddy!

Tell us about it.

Franz, you're here?

- So much happiness in one day!
- Well, tell us everything.

He said, "You can have a big part.

"But I think we'll have good news
for you, my child."

- Like this?
- No, like this.

Then you did it!

If he coughed like that,
he was holding back to listen.

I must go. I have a lesson to give.

because she only worked hard
for you, not for me.

Yes, I should be jealousy,
but I don't have time.

I start in 3 weeks.
Jot it down so you don't forget.

Why aren't you writing?

I don't make rendezvous
too far ahead.

You're becoming as superstitious
as I was.

Since my audition, I no longer
more fear of anything.

I trust life.

Let me say
all the silly things I like.

Tell me you're happy.
Tell me, quickly.

I'm happy, Christine.

Especially happy to be here
in your home.

It's my first time here,
but it feels like I've been before.

This is exactly how
I imagined your bedroom.

I'd love to live here with you.
It seems so reassuring and peaceful.

Peaceful? Far from it.

We're woken by army bugles
every morning!

Your library?

Don't look.

Why not?

Schiller, Shakespeare
and a dictionary.

It only goes up to P.

- Who's this chap with glasses?
- Schubert, of course.

It's true. I didn't know how much
I really loved you.

A big lie that became a small truth.

Our flowers from last Sunday!

They've wilted a little.
We'll pick more next Sunday.

Next Sunday?

You suddenly seem odd.
Won't we go out on Sunday?

It's just that I won't be here.
I must go away tomorrow

for a few days.

Where?

It doesn't really matter.

A trip of no importance
to see my parents.

Franz, what's wrong?

Nothing, I assure you.

You'll be back, won't you?

You'll be back one day?

Of course I will.
Why such worry?

Because I've never loved before.

And I'll never love again.

It would be dreadful
never to see you again.

Franz, answer me. Say something!

- "I swear..."
- No.

but hear all your life.

You change trains in Prague.

There's a connection to Sadowa.

Your parents' carriage
will be at the station.

There.

Adieu.

Stop pacing up and down.

We need to look calm.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, Franz.

I have a few tips for you.

You turn side-on,
your weight spread on both legs.

And remember to wear dress uniform.

No patent leather at sunrise.
It's too shiny.

Cigarette?

One, two, three, four...

It's time.

Gentlemen, are you ready?

- Ready.
- Ready.

And the second shot?
The second shot?

Why doesn't he shoot?

Franz!

My God!

And Christine?

Why aren't you at the Opera?

What's going on?

Out with it.

Listen, Christine.
The holidays are coming...

We'll go away together.

Wherever you wish.

You always dreamt with Florence.
Well, let's go there.

What's wrong?
Has something happened?

Yes.

He left a letter?

For a long time?

For ever.

He's dead.

This morning, in a duel.

A duel?

Over what?

Tell me, Theo.

You have no right to hide it from me.

Why, Theo?
Why did he fight a duel?

I don't know why.

Mizzie, you know. Tell me.

Daddy, why?

Why?

Her husband killed him in a duel.

He knew yesterday.

He knew that we might never...

And he left me with a smile.

Yet he had sworn to love me always.

He had sworn.

And he died for another.

No. It can't be true.

It's not true!

Then what was I to him?

What was I?

Nothing... nothing...

He spoke of you all the time.
He died thinking of you.

come with us to his place.

Now.

Yes...

I want to see him again.

I want to see him again.

See him again...