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"BELOVED"

Hurry, Madeleine!

Okay.

Do you have a backache?

Will 50 francs do the trick?

Certainly not!

That's 50,000 old francs.

70,000.

Where?
You have a hotel?

I live there.

If it weren't
for those Roger Vivier pumps,

Mom wouldn't have become
a whore.

I like the word "whore."

Adds to the parental legend.

Mom never uses it.

She says "part-timer."

She always had a real job,
with pay-slips.

The johns were pocket money.

- Hello, Madame Menant.
- Madame Menant.

As she walked up,

she calculated
her potential turnover.

All the pumps and dresses
she'd now be able to buy.

She still says
were it not for Roger Vivier,

she'd have become a thief.

She is persuaded

that prostitution
saved her from prison.

Are you Madeleine?

Yes.

A friend gave me the address.

Is possible
make love with you?

It is if you have money.

I have this.

Come on.

Are you okay?

I caught the death of me.

Death?

My throat,
inside.

Cough.

Here?
Are you crazy?

I'm a doctor.
Cough again, please.

I don't do kinky stuff.
Go now.

I don't want kinky stuff.

I am a real doctor.

Cough.

Again.

Come on.

So...

she's Marie-Dominique.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Hello.

Behind her boyfriend, Odette.

Pleased to meet you.

Not introducing me?

François Gouriot.

Danielle, you've met.

You're very stylish today!

Thank you.

My boss, Madame Rivier.

A pleasure.

This is Jaromil.

He's from Czechoslovakia.

He's a doctor, not a communist.

Endocrinologist.

All about glands.

They teach it badly there.

He came for extra training.

See you tomorrow.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Madeleine.

I think you really
impressed them.

Repeat after me.

What does it mean?

"Doctor" in Czech.

That means,
"The best doctor in Prague."

Excellent.
You're ready, honey.

What did I say?

"I'm the wife of
the best doctor in Prague."

My God.

That's nice, but...

Jaromil, you're crazy!

I'm in love.

So am I, but...

let me be frank.

I'll never go there.

So you don't love me.

You know I adore you!

So why leave me?

I never said I'm leaving you!

Want to make me cry?

I have to go home.

I can't stay in France.

You said you could apply
for papers.

I don't want to live here

and become your main squeeze.

That doesn't mean
the husband of the whore?

Wait until our love
has died

Until the beatings start

Before defecting to the East

For our own Coup of Prague

For our own Coup of Prague

The Eiffel Tower
already bores you

Is it she or is it me?

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
the only thing is

I can't live
without loving you

Wait until we fall to pieces

Until we're beaten
with the stick

Before they send us
into orbit

Aboard a Tupolev
or a Sputnik

Aboard a Tupolev
or a Sputnik

The Eiffel Tower
already bores you

Is it she or is it me?

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
the only thing is

I can't live
without loving you

Wait a while,
until the deluge

Until the whip
flogs and flays

Before we look for refuge

And travel like stowaways

I'm waiting.

And travel like stowaways

The Eiffel Tower
already bores you

Is it she or is it me?

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
the only thing is

I can't live
without loving you

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
the only thing is

I can't live
without loving you

Careful.

They're still hot.

See?

Never let them cook all the way.

Vera, don't bother us
when we're cooking.

Play with your uncle.

Where's Daddy?

He went hunting
to feed the family.

No! No!

Don't mess up my hair.

Third time this week
he doesn't even bother to call.

I know, sweetie.

Sometimes men get an itch
to be free.

He'll get over it.

But where is he?
What's he doing?

He must be on the night shift
at the clinic.

Three night shifts
in one week?

I'll make you some tea.

- Where are you going?
- There.

We must remain calm.

Being calm is our only weapon
in a situation like this.

What are you doing here?

Karel, I was so frightened.

There are tanks in the city;
it's war.

It's not war;
it's the Russians.

I'll take you home.

I came for Jaromil.

He left a while ago.

He didn't come home.

Get in.

You should go to
the French embassy, Madeleine.

You'll have no problem
getting Jaromil to France.

Take me to him.

You know where he is.

I want us to go back to Paris.

I don't care who he's with.

I can't.

It's between you two.

He'll be home in the morning.

You can leave in the day.

Ground floor.

I can't wait for you.

You understand.

Jaromil!

Jaromil!

I know you're here.

I'm not angry, but come.

We have to leave fast.

The Russians invaded Prague.

There are tanks in the city!

She's crazy.

She'll try anything.

Are you sure?

It's a joke,
a trap.

She's incredible.

If ever you should hear me

If ever you should see me

Would you feel
the slightest shame?

If ever you should
listen to me

If ever you should
believe me

Whatever it takes,
I'm leaving this time

Oh, Prague

What have you done to me?

Remember the ring
put on my finger?

Oh, Prague

This ring is no longer mine

Your leaden sun
has dulled its shine

Go talk to her.

Have it out.

She knows now.

She knows nothing.

She's going to leave.

Now you're going to
spread your legs

so we can finish
what we started.

If ever you should hear me

If ever you should see me

Let your bells ring out
my defeat

If ever you should
listen to me

If ever you should
believe me

They'll sound my retreat,
I surrender

Oh, Prague

What have you done to me?

Remember the ring
put on my finger?

Oh, Prague

This ring is no longer mine

Your leaden sun
has dulled its shine

Will you send someone
to fix the bathroom light?

I'll do it this weekend.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

I got lipstick on you.

Send the handyman.

We're entitled
like everyone else.

Good-bye, princesses.

Vera, it's 7:50.

I won't drive you today.

I'm going.
I need 15 francs.

- What for?
- I just need it.

You're a pain.

I hate this kind of blackmail.

Get going.

Hello?

My favorite mommy.

Put on your scarf!

I'm at the Hotel Camelia.

4 Darcet Street.

Room 17.

Coming now?

You're very late.

I could not have come.

I fly back tomorrow.

Medical convention.

They let you out?

Communists aren't locked up.

I knew you'd become one.

Politically ignorant,
but very pretty.

Please.

Second marriage
was the right one.

It suits you.

Vive la France!

We never got along.

I've missed you.

Nothing's going to happen.

I think of you constantly.

What do you think?

Of making love to you.

Oh, yeah?
And is it good?

It's hard to say.

Invite me up,
but promise to behave.

- You're beautiful.
- No.

Men don't look at me anymore.

They walk on by.

Is that bad?

They used to whistle
and stare.

Sure it's bad.

My life is falling apart.

You're simplistic.

See this wrinkle?

Where?

It wasn't there last week.

I knew you'd do this.

Why did you call?

I don't care anyway.

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes.

Wait.

Wait.

Lots of people dying in Prague
these days.

Among those I know,

Zdenek.

Petr.

Executed by the communists?

The people I'm talking about
simply died,

because they're too sad.

The despair.

A thoroughly depressing city.

But you,
you're not going to die.

I'm alive if you think of me.

When you don't think of me,
my heart beats less strong.

I say to myself,
"Madeleine, think of me."

But still my heart beats badly.

So I shout.

I say, "Madeleine!

"Madeleine!

Think of me!"

You must hear me,

because I feel my heart
beating faster,

little by little.

Don't make fun of me.

There's something between us
that no divorce can undo.

So why are we divorced?

Very good question.

And why you married a cop
is another good one.

Gendarme, not a cop.

Same thing.

He's perfect for me.

Now I'm prodigiously thirsty.

Tell me about Vera.

She doesn't write much.

Liar.
I make her write every month.

You make her?

She doesn't enjoy it?

She's 14.

She doesn't want to do anything.

Just like you.

What can I say?

She's just like you

She wants to see it all

Paris just won't do

She likes nothing more

Than to get up and go

The smell of trains

Airports and planes

Wandering is in her veins

I'd like to know

Is she a flirt?

A mirror pro

Who treats lovers like dirt?

Is nothing as grand

As hitting the town?

Giving her hand

To whoever's around

Only to take it back
later on

Mademoiselle

Is she the belle

You always were?

Tell me please

The fruit falls
near the tree

Mademoiselle

What can I tell?

Is she a belle?

You should see her

You're more alike
than you think

The fruit falls
near the tree

What can I say?

You're two of a kind

She has your dark eyes

So scary at times

And even her skin

Brings back to me

The smell of your skin

How I drank it in

I swear to God,
it's no lie

I'd like to know

Is she a pearl?

A natural beauty

A no-makeup girl?

Has she your charm

Your coloring?

Has she already

Your beautiful breasts?

Your slim waist?

Tell me yes

Mademoiselle

Is she the belle

You always were?

Tell me please

The fruit falls
near the tree

Mademoiselle

What can I tell?

Is she a belle?

You should see her

You're more alike
than you think

The fruit falls
near the tree

I'd like to know

If she takes after you

Oblivious to all

Selfish, no worries

Playful, carefree

Did you pass on to her

That happy amnesia

By which you live
every hour?

As if it were the very first

Mademoiselle

Is she the belle

You always were?

Tell me please

The fruit falls
near the tree

Mademoiselle

Playful, carefree

Is she a belle?

A happy amnesiac

Is that what you think
of me?

The fruit falls
near the tree

If that's what
you think of me

The fruit falls near

Enough!

You know what I think.

You're good at making people
go wild with desire

for your selfish joy.

And it's your fault.

They say, "There!

Now I'm in love
with that selfish girl."

I don't understand a thing.

You've lost
a lot of your French.

Is it a compliment
or an insult?

It's sad having
to shift my vision of love

in the middle of a sentence
because I lack the right words.

It was a compliment.

Thanks.

I can stay, you know.

Someone explained
the papers and procedures.

I'll stay if you and Vera
come with me right away.

You do this each time!

I love you.

Jaromil!

Don't laugh!

We can't have visitors here.

To get
political refugee status,

I have to go to a gendarmerie.

Maybe I can do it
while you pack.

Don't annoy me.

Don't click your heels!

Hello.

Hurry.

Vera?

Are you home?

In here.

This is Jaromil.

He's your father.

Will you come say hi?

We're all leaving.

We're the family.

François will understand.

Pack your books and some clothes
in the valise in the hall.

We'll get the rest later.

Back to Prague?

No, no, no.
Don't worry.

Hurry up.
We don't have much time.

It's Dad.

He was wondering where you were.

Into your room,
under the bed.

Follow her!

- Honey!
- Where were you?

I told you.

I went shopping
for a living room table.

So what's it like?

I didn't find anything.

I've been running around.

I'm exhausted!

And you?

Good day.

- You're going back?
- Yes.

You work too much, honey.

Vera.
Vera.

I'm not saying

your mother didn't raise you
perfectly well,

but you're lacking
a father figure,

authority.

especially now that you're 14.

I'm not afraid to say
unpleasant things.

You're my daughter,
and you must become dignified.

Dignity is the number one thing
for me,

the be-all and end-all.

Morality
is your dignity.

Vera.

It's very important,
when you look at yourself,

shaving in the morning,

when you rinse off,

you shouldn't have to spit
in your face.

I don't shave.

You put on makeup.

I don't.

You're right.

It's useless.

But the sentence still works

when you brush your hair.

Every day, you weigh in
on the day before.

You're always tempted
to say, "No!

"Tomorrow when I shave,
I won't be happy."

When I brush.

When you brush, yes.

Got it.

Where do you stay?

A hotel near Place Clichy.

We'll spend the night,

and tomorrow,
you go to your aunt's.

You're spending your life
with us?

Where is your mother?

Not a sound.

Not a good idea.

I'll be careful.

He had the easy role.

I acted like a coward,
leaving Prague,

running away.

He said we should stay
and fight.

Me, fight the communists?

It's not my problem.

My problem was you,

so you'd have
a great life ahead.

I couldn't manage alone
in Paris.

He can't understand.

He always thought I'd come back.

He never admitted how hard it is
to make your own little niche.

I dealt with life
as best I could.

He comes back,
he wants me, then he doesn't.

Your father is a smooth talker.

Your father is perverse.

Your father's a bastard!

Where are you going?

The fall of the house
of Passer,

the legend
of the whore and the infidel.

I am my parents' sex life,
nothing else.

If I look deep inside,
I see the legend.

I was in the street.
It was cold.

Was I even angry at them?

I remember needing
to be loved that night.

I wanted to understand
what hurt me so much.

All is calm,
all is quiet

I dream on into the night

Of just being loved at last

But no one ever looks at me

Yet I exist for all to see

For my desire

They couldn't care less

For a sigh,
how many blows?

On the surface,
all is quiet

I dream on into the night

That maybe he loves me
at last

But even that cannot be

Even that's too good for me

How it leaves

The flesh so raw

For a caress,
how many claws?

After the dancing,
all is quiet

I dream on into the night

That maybe you love me
at last

Who you are,
I don't know yet

If you be love,
we have not met

On a hard bed

So cold I lie

For a whisper,
how many cries?

All is calm,
immensely quiet

I dream on into the night

That at last I love him,
simply that

May I be allowed that grace

The warm refuge
of his embrace

Now it's over

All that we were

For one summer,
how many winters?

How many winters?

How many winters?

How many winters?

You okay?

London calling,
from where I can't say

It must be the fog,
I've lost my way

Is it the mist?

Or am I just blitzed?

London calling,
but who I can't say

No one's home,
no cabs along the way

Is it the Thames?

Or am I just pissed?

London calling,
but when I can't say

Big Ben has melted

There's no time of day

Is this Oxford Street?

Or my sadness and grief?

Where's Hyde Park?

I'm wide of the mark

London calling,
I don't know my name

You must be tired
of my waiting game

Is this Westminster?

Or do you hope I am her?

Clément,
what are you doing here?

Where were you?

You didn't take your coat.

Aren't you cold?

So long.

What is it?
Did he bother you?

No.
I'm so tired.

I'll tell you.

It's pathetic.

Nandita decided
I needed to sleep.

It's wild, PR people
who think they're my mother.

I couldn't even
touch her breast.

Your room is
a lot bigger than mine.

I'm sleeping here.

Are your intentions pure?

- Clément?
- I swear.

Sex between us is over.

Not even the idea of sex.

Deal.

I can't undo my zipper.

Can you help?

Yeah.

What the hell happened?

Turn around.

Hold on.

Better if we sit.

You like it
when I take you in my arms.

No.

And you like little kisses
like this.

No.
Don't be upset.

Wait.

What is it?

Careful.

No big deal.

It is!
Let me decide.

Let's sleep, beaver.

Why do beavers have flat tails?

Because you think my tail's
gone flat?

They get blowjobs from ducks.

I re-read the 200 pages

and removed
the polemicist aspect

about the condition
of teachers nowadays.

And kept the teacher

as a novelistic device.

Don't do this to me.

Not while I'm around!

Let go.
I don't know you.

Hands off.

Don't do that
when I'm around!

Don't be a whore
when I'm around!

Come back on the double!

Pain in the ass!

Why are you here?

You said tomorrow.

Dad, put on underwear.

It wasn't planned,
so I couldn't tell you.

You're beautiful, my child!

It's been 19 years.

I never forgot I had a daughter.

I came back.

I'm here.
I'm staying.

I'm living at your aunt's.

But I'll find an apartment.

You're beautiful!

So you're leaving Reims
for Paris?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Your mother's not going
to leave Gouriot.

Retirement.

She needs him
for her well-being.

Don't you two start.

We were talking,
and he started stroking me.

Spare me.

We couldn't go to a hotel,
and I had your keys.

I wanted to see
where you live.

- Why are you back?
- No reason.

A restaurant.

A nice family dinner?

I can't.
I have my train at 7:00.

No choice.
Restaurant!

Tell François
I want to have dinner.

Take the last train.

I don't like to lie.

What?

Nothing, nothing.

It's beautiful.

What?

Seeing you two together.

It's beautiful.

I feel sorry for François.

Don't go thinking
he's a saint.

One day I had a fling
with someone in the barracks,

and I caught something.

I had to tell François.

I was walking on eggshells,
believe me.

As soon as I said
I may have caught a disease,

he fell to his knees
and begged me to forgive him.

She'd put a spell on him.
It was over.

Such drama!

Do you really have to tell me
all this?

It's just to give you
an example.

Your mother's not the devil,

and François no saint.

Will you see Dad again?

What's your advice?

Will it make you happy?

That's the question.

No use wondering beforehand.

So you'll see him again.

If he calls, maybe I will.

But I won't wait
for the phone to ring.

Will you keep me posted?

- And your love life?
- Quiet!

For once I ask a question.

I met a guy in London,
an American.

What's he like?

Very handsome.

Very charming, perfect,
and queer.

That's a problem.

I don't suggest
you fall in love.

The rest may be fun.

I wanted to please

And to become

An easy girl

So as to be free

Of the heavy heart
and its reasons

Of leaden love
that weighs a ton

Of all the pulling
and heaving

Of all those kilos
of feeling

Like daughter,
like mother

I have remained

An easy woman

To avoid the bother

Of the heavy heart
and its mystery hand

Of love that weighs
a bag of sand

Of all that burdens,
all that tires

That never takes pity

But only desires

How ever hard I try

I fall from love

Easy girls

Have hearts that weigh

Their heavy hearts
catch them up

Easy girls
one day wake up

To feel that
they have failed

And gone a little bit astray

The weight of the heart,
set it adrift

Take this lightness
as my gift

All you risk is nothing else

Than a little disappointment

And to make him smile

I again became

The easy girl

I relit the flame

But suddenly
my heart weighs a ton

That lightness I once had
is gone

It's a load
that sets you reeling

All those kilos of feeling

I didn't hear you get up.

I saw Jacky at the bakery.

- He asked us over tonight.
- Okay.

- You want to?
- Sure, I do.

I'll get going.

I know you like
your peace and quiet.

What are you doing here?

I know how to use
a phone book.

I'm coming.

Don't come!

Your ex-husband's here.

Huh?
Really?

Yes.

Very nice garden.

Do you tend to it?

- Yes.
- Really?

The vegetables too?

The garden is her domain.

Really?

I'll pour myself
some more coffee.

Mr. Gouriot...

explanation of my visit:

I've come to ask
for Madeleine's hand.

What the hell?

I want Madeleine
to be my wife,

like in the beginning.

I'm asking you to divorce.

I know Madeleine
won't leave you,

so I thought
that it would be better

if you asked her
to leave with me.

Maybe you should get dressed.

Yes.

I'll speak with Jaromil.

But in the Republican Guard,

did you ride a horse?

Don't take me for a fool.

I know what went on between
you two after the divorce.

I came across some letters...

when you asked her for pictures,

when you asked her
to sleep around and tell you.

She always obeyed you.

I put up with it.

Still, over the years,
it has disgusted me.

I imagine if you're in Paris,
you'll meet up.

I won't put up a fight.

It's Madeleine's choice.

But I'll never leave her,

because I really love her,

and I respect her.

You can't understand that.

You respect nothing.

So I'm asking you

to leave my house
and never come back.

Please.

Wouldn't you rather we fight?

He's gone.

I had no idea.

I believe you.

You want to divorce?

Why?
I didn't ask for this.

Then listen to me.

I don't deceive myself.

You'll never change.

I don't want to know
what you two do.

He certainly got a big kick

coming to share
his charming news.

I didn't hear a thing.

I don't want to know,

and I don't want anyone else
to know.

Don't tell our friends.

Don't tell Vera.

Never mention it again.

And I stay your wife?

I didn't say that.

Of course you do.

And we'll still make love.

On that we agree.

It's your move.

He doesn't exist for me.

I'm going shopping.

Lobster for lunch?

That's a very good idea.

Excuse me.
Can we have a quick word?

What?

I was afraid
you wouldn't talk to me.

Again.

Sit down.

Today is book report day.

Whose turn?

Rabbah.

No, it can't be here.

She said "Kuntz"
by the East Station.

It's like Apocalypse Now
in Alsace.

Colonel Kuntz.

What's she doing here?

Clément, how nice.

What's this stupid place?

I was in Paris,

so I'm giving you
your birthday present.

Your father and I
bought it this afternoon.

Open!
I hate wrapped stuff.

Second floor.
I didn't wake him.

- Will you see me off?
- Not staying?

Of course not.

François will worry.

I came for your birthday.

It's a DVD player.

That's nice.

Cheer up.

We'll celebrate Sunday in Reims.

Are you coming, Clément?

Sure, I am.

Seriously,
Dad moved into that hotel?

The one-day round trip
is very practical.

It's like a second home.

A surefire way to go crazy.

Keep your opinion to yourself.

I always want to see him.

Knowing he's alone in Paris
worries me.

I need him.

I've never needed him so much.

I won't bore you with this.

You need to decide.

You can't keep hiding.

Why?
This suits us fine.

I'm really going to be late.

Can't we stop
deceiving each other?

What?

Nothing.
Have a safe trip.

What the fuck?

Fidelity isn't bad
when you're in love.

- You serious?
- No, I'm tired.

When I'm tired, I get mushy.

I'm incredibly tired
at the moment.

You're tired
so you get screwed in love.

Maybe I like being tired.

I'll prescribe you vitamins.

Let's go buy them.

- Forget this.
- Bastard.

I'll spend hours

Waiting for you in the rain

I'll believe I'm crying

But I won't be crying

Sweet water from the sky

On my ravaged face

A parody of tears

That will not deceive

And so on

And so forth

And so on

To better days

I'll spend hours

Waiting for you in my bed

I'll believe I'm dying

But I won't be dying

It'll be just a dream

A dream of slow death

I'll pretend my end has come

But no one will believe

And so on

And so forth

And so on

To better days

I'll spend hours

Waiting for you wherever

I'll believe you love me

But you won't love me

Whether I cry or die

It won't change a thing

Our love will only be

A notion in my head

And so on

And so forth

And so on

To better days

Scallops.

That's nice.

What's that you're eating?

You shouldn't eat
such fancy things.

Stop it.
Don't start up.

This is a real meal.

French food!

Go on, dig in.

I was reckless.

You?

No.

Your mother is reckless.

You're courageous.

Because I love someone
who's indifferent?

You know what courage is?

It's doing something
at any cost,

even if you know
you'll never make it.

That's courage.

Courage and prudence

are cardinal virtues.

- Really?
- Yes.

Our virtues, as for
your mother and me, are...

insouciance,
pride...

pleasure.

Anger.

You never wear colors.

They're not for me.

Listen.

I want to buy you a dress.

I'm fine, Dad.

Come on.

It's for weddings.

I'm your father.
I want to!

You need to be married
to wear a sari.

I've never heard anything
so stupid.

Come on.

Choose.

This is pretty, isn't it?

Try this one on.
Go on.

30 years of dictatorship.

You're so witty.

Not attractive
in a young woman.

Hurry up.

I have an appointment.

Who are you seeing?

Someone I see in secret.

Don't start that again.

- 850 francs.
- Yes.

Thank you.

So?

I can't attach it.

You stick it under!

Hurry.

You have such pretty legs,
honey.

See you Friday.

Careful!

You okay?

Don't try to move.

Jaromil!

- Are you Vera Passer?
- Yes.

Follow me, please.

Have a seat.

I just got the CAT scan results.

He has a brain hemorrhage
and a concussion.

The bleeding is serious.

He sustained too much trauma
for us to operate.

He's in ICU for now.

Can I see him?

I'll take you there.

He's with the nurses.

Would you like coffee?

Is a doctor going to come?

I'm the doctor.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

This way.

I really like my sari,
you know.

The pink looks good on me.

So?

We don't know.

- Got a cigarette?
- Yeah.

I'm glad you came.

It's what friends do.

See?
We manage fine as friends.

Isn't that
what we were most often?

No.

We were lovers six times,
a couple for four days.

Third day, you wondered
if we should have kids.

In the end,
we always wound up as friends,

when the sex was over.

Not true.

After sex was tenderness.

Lots of it.

But it's vanished.

We're too old for tenderness.

You're not even 30.

It's too late.

In a few years,
I approach middle age.

You got a tattoo?

Shit, you saw it.

It's a girl who wrote it
so I'd think of her.

I should have showered.
What an idiot.

You're all alone?

I have Henderson.

- Did you see him again?
- No.

I think of him all the time.
It's pathetic.

I'm totally stuck on him,
my imaginary husband.

Weirdest marriage
in marriage history.

Why are we here?

I need some air.

I can't be with a girl
who writes on me.

Sure.

She seems perfect for you.

Where are you going?

Can't you see
it's my handwriting?

Why did you do that?

Clément!
We're lost.

- Where is he?
- Down there.

How are you?

But, Vera...

You don't understand.

I understand
coming was a mistake.

So let's speak French.

I have something to tell you.

I think I have AIDS.

Yes, I was, obsessively so.

I was crazy in New York,
really crazy.

One night,

I met a guy in a bar.

I knew it.

I drank so much
I couldn't remember.

The next day,
in my room,

I couldn't say
what the sex was like.

But I knew I'd done it
without being careful.

As if to treat my madness,
my carefulness,

the worst thing had to happen.

I panicked,
and I decided to leave New York.

I'm telling you,
but I never talk about this.

With this kiss I gave you

Let's say that I took

I feel I'm letting go

I think you're giving up

But our kisses
are worthless

They're priceless,
you mean

What better
could you hope for?

What worse could I fear?

Who do you love?

That song, stuck in my head

Will you play it for me?

Who do you love?

Don't answer,
it's killing me

This gig is over

With this hand I take back

Let's say that you snatch

I'm trying to be cautious

You mean you have no guts

You don't know me

I do, and I insist

Other bodies
suit me better

Other bodies
are just as sad

Who do you love?

That song,
stuck in my head

Will you play it for me?

Who do you love?

Don't answer,
it's killing me

This gig is over

For this crash I see coming

Let's say
you're the cause

I'm putting on the brakes

Let's say
you don't give a toss

What's the point?

Why not, my angel?

This love
is filled with questions

And so
whose fault is that?

Who do you love?

That song,
stuck in my head

Will you play it for me?

Who do you love?

Don't answer,
it's killing me

This gig is over

On September 11th,
Vera flew to New York.

She was going
to visit her American,

who had moved back there.

She said Henderson
asked her to come.

He had left
his French boyfriend.

He wanted to see her.

Planes from Europe
were diverted to Canada

after the Twin Towers were hit.

Vera landed in Montreal.

All flights were canceled.

She ended up stuck there.

Air France
put us in this hotel.

I don't know what area it is.

Henderson is driving up.

He has the address.

Is Montreal close to New York?

A six-hour drive.

He'll be here tonight.

You said they kept your bags
on the plane.

They'll be sent to New York.

You can't stay.
You must come back.

Mom, there's no chance
it'll happen again.

You drove cars

Like crazy through the night

All was happy,
nothing certain

A fleeting taste of liberty

The time for fun is over

What's left
of your kisses now?

Youth passes

As I've learned

Summer, alas

Has taken a wrong turn

You danced like a madwoman

Raving mad, on a spree

Your feet
had left the ground

But now you're on your knees

The time for song has died

How ever much you tried

Youth passes

As I've learned

Summer, alas

Has taken a wrong turn

You loved so many times

You were beautiful,
let it go

Because this life ends here

The time of rubble is now

Who shattered that horizon?

What will happen next?

Youth passes

And no one learns

September, alas

Has come round

French people
never forget to eat!

Don't start up.

Mathieu.

How's New York?

It's strange,
not scary or wild.

Strange.

There's a strong smell,
like burning dust.

Sometimes it smells like gas.

Henderson's boyfriend
or something?

Yeah, or something.

I'll see if the restaurant's
still serving.

Want anything?

I'm going to take a nap.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Mom?

Am I waking you?

Everything's fine, I swear.

We leave tomorrow.

I'm glad to be with Henderson.

Go back to sleep.

I love you.

I can say I love you,
can't I?

Get back to sleep.

I have a network.
Do you?

I don't know.

We haven't tried.

Bad time?

It's fine.
Want to sleep?

I woke you.

Stay.
It's your room.

Henderson just fell asleep.

He's a little fat.

We'll have to squeeze.

Actually I'm not asleep, guys.

What do you want to drink?

Can you change the channel?

Sure.

Before leaving the room,

Vera stole Henderson's pills.

She went to the bar

and discreetly swallowed
them all,

a fatal overdose.

No one noticed.

People remember
her dancing all alone.

They didn't want to see her,

my daughter,
dancing on such a night.

It was shameful.

Then at one point,
they didn't see her anymore.

We got your email, Clément.

We're sorry that you're sick.

You weren't vaccinated?

It's not enough
to get vaccines as a kid.

I read whooping cough
is contagious for four weeks.

I'm still tired.

I need to take it easy.

We should have called
earlier.

We're ashamed
to send an invitation

and learn you're ill

and that a friend
of Madeleine's died.

Sending out invitations
is good.

I like the idea of the party.

Actually, it's you we want.

Madeleine keeps badgering me.

You're the only gift
she wants.

Next Wednesday?

Yes, a luncheon.

The train gets in at 12:13.

François, I'm afraid
to see you again.

I'm not sure
I can confront this.

He's not up to it.

What an idiot!

Coward.

He might as well
barbecue his balls.

We're counting on you.

I have to go.

I have to hang up.

Take care.

- Are you okay?
- Stop it!

You're crazy!

What?

Yes, Madeleine.

I told your husband I'd come!

Now it's clear.

Maybe on Thursday,
I'll buy you those shoes

So pretty
and too expensive for me

Then on Friday,
I'll pay all my dues

And on Saturday,
we'll go out, you and me

But next Wednesday

I won't be going to Reims

To Reims no one ever goes

They are in need of nothing

Those country cemeteries

Nothing and even less of me

On Sunday,
I'll just hang out at home

On Monday,
I'll go see a movie

Tuesday, I don't know,
but one thing is sure

On Wednesday, I'll be here

Wednesday, come what may

I won't be going to Reims

To tend the grave
and lay flowers

Because, if on Wednesday

It rains in the country

The graveyard will be washed
by the showers

I swear I won't be going,
I have too much to do

I'm ill,
I'd only catch cold

The weather forecast for Reims
next Wednesday

Is sub-zero temperatures,
and that is why

On Wednesday,
I'm telling you

I won't be going to Reims

Reims is much too sad
in wintry weather

Wednesday, it's certain

The train for the country

Will cross the winter
landscape without me

Because Wednesday,
like I said

I won't be going to Reims

Where the earth delights
in you

My God, how I envy

That country clay

Which holds your body
in its grip

Henri and Mireille!
Come in!

How are you?

Everyone is on the sun porch.

How are you?

We expected you for lunch.

Now is coffee.

Why did you miss lunch?

Strikes.

Half the trains are running.

I waited all day.
Don't scream.

Thank you.

Madeleine had a fit
over you not coming.

She's in her room.

She won't eat.

No way to get her down.

- Got a cigarette?
- Yeah.

Thanks.
Light?

She's bonkers.

Some weeks, she's fine.

Then she won't go out,
see anyone, talk to me.

Cries all day long.

Then one day, it's over.

She makes coffee,
laughs, like before.

Losing a child is enormous.

She's all alone.

All alone.

What about me, damn it?

34 years with me.

She's not all alone.

What's this bullshit?

If I stay, she won't open.

I'm bad with closed doors.

What are you talking about?

Honey?

Clément just arrived.

He's here with me.

I'll leave you two.

Fix this.

Come in.

Hello.

Are you alone?

Yes.

Not looking at me?

You won't look anymore?

I'm not pretty.

I've cried.

You didn't use to cry.

You're right.
I never cried much.

As for sorrows,

I've had my share,
but I kept them inside.

Come now.

Hideous is fine too,
but you're beautiful.

Did he mention my breakdown?

No.

He just said
you weren't in shape.

He tells that to everyone.

I'm in great shape.

There are just days
I can't stand seeing him.

It's not his fault.
It happens.

You'll see,
sometimes it's hard to say,

"I love you,"

when you think,
"No, I don't."

So you're wallowing
in happiness.

Don't make fun.

I don't think about happiness.

It's been ages.

At times, I'm happy.

I trust life.

I don't trust happiness.

You're depressed.

They'll want me
to blow out candles,

dance the twist.

Want us to leave?

- Seriously?
- Sure.

Blow out your candles,
and we'll go.

I'll meet you downstairs.

Hurry.

Where are you going?

Clément's leaving.

We're going to the cemetery
to see Vera before his train.

Want the car?

No, we'll walk.
It'll clear my head.

I drank too much.

Coming back?

I like your new toy, Jacky!

You okay?

It was Vera's gift to you.

You never married,
so you stayed in love.

That's nonsense.

Happy marriages don't exist.

Maybe not.

But Vera never loved me.

- Think so?
- You know so.

I don't.

Vera was very good
at hiding her feelings.

He's the only one
she ever loved.

- That's wasn't love.
- It wasn't?

She considered herself his wife.

If that's not love,
what is it?

Melodrama.

Exactly.
She loved only him.

That man never loved her.

Only you did.

Better to be in the shoes
of the loved one or the lover?

In his shoes.

I'd have died
to be in his shoes.

You're right.

The door!

I'll explain.

I know the story.

How you fell in love
with a john in med school.

He had his way.

You didn't wait
to go into the apartment.

I know that too.

That Vera was conceived here
in freedom and in joy.

I wasn't an easy lay.
It's not that.

The era was easy,
ominous and easy.

Vera wasn't conceived here.

None of this is my business.

He wanted me.

Vera always thought
it was love at first sight.

No.

We spent the night together,
then I asked him to leave.

He wouldn't let me work.

I'm not your toy!

You're not my toy.
What are you?

- Your whore.
- Madeleine, spare me.

I'm in love with you.

You love every French girl.

I don't care about them
and about de Gaulle.

It's you.

You're beautiful.

Today you find me beautiful.

Later, who knows?

Will you be in love with me?

I'm not indifferent
to your Russian charm.

I'm not Russian.

What do you mean by
"indifferent"?

You have permission
to love me.

Oh, thank you.

Move it.

Good-bye, Miss Whore.

Good-bye, Mr. John.

Is there anything
you've never done?

It's time to go.

Is there anything
a man never dared ask you

that you would do for me?

I'm cold.

Very cold.

You'll love me forever.

You're mine now.

Some people
lord over your life.

Why does it take so long
to understand

freedom is the worst offense
in love?

Since Jaromil died,
I'm different.

It's as if I disappeared too.

The person I was with him
disappeared.

I'm a stranger to myself.

Being in need is no fun.

My Mom said that.

Thank you.

I really thought our love
would die

Yet nothing turns out
as it should

Of our love,
what now remains

So little flesh,
so much blood

So little flesh,
so much blood

You are gone,
nothing's changed

And the thing,
it's the same

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
what kills me is

I can't live
without loving you

I thought we'd fall
to pieces

Nothing returns,
that I know

How life has passed
so quickly

Yet now all seems so slow

Now all seems so slow

You are gone,
nothing's changed

And the thing,
it's the same

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
what kills me is

I can't live
without loving you

I was waiting
for the deluge

Fire and pouring rain

A torrent
for one last refuge

But nothing carries me away

Nothing carries me away

You are gone,
nothing's changed

And the thing,
it's the same

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
what kills me is

I can't live
without loving you

I can live without you,
it's true

But, my love,
what kills me is

I can't live
without loving you