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FILMMAN

You're so mean!

Please don't!

I can't believe you did the hand thing!

They're exhausted, they've four couples staying!

I said, "You're packed!"

They said, "Don't...!

"Last week was quiet, luckily our regulars keep us afloat. "

"You've got people now" I said, "God, we're exhausted!"

Sorry, but I'm going in naked,

will you be ashamed of my big bum?

I'll film it so you can see what it's like.

You can't do that!

Oh yes I can.

You're horrid!

It's not a loving attitude!

"I'll film you so you can see how fat you are!"

- I didn't say that! - Well, I'm saying it.

I won't say anything else! I'm choking!

On my knees, I beg you!

I'll never be silly again!

You're horrible!

Torturer!

You got me! I wanted to undress first!

Takes awful cunning...

My little belongings there,

then he'll say it's a ghastly mess...

My Simenon books...

Need to get the cushions right.

I'm sick of this!

- Were you afraid in the night? - I was a bit.

What were we frightened of?

- Was it Simenon that scared us? - Yes.

Death in life!

I was afraid of death all night.

The whole time.

He kills her and hangs himself.

Everything's falling apart here...

I'm in the second-floor bathroom

my parents are asleep on the first floor

sedated.

It's four am.

I'm tired, I can't sleep.

Nor can you,

because you can't sleep when you're alone.

Before dawn

rosy-fingered dawn,

seen from my window.

- This is your home. - I know.

So why do you want us to go and dig all this up?

I told you, there's a tax problem.

We're dealing with it.

All right!

You pay up and that's it!

It's what we'll pay later!

We'll pay a part on the death of one.

We won't pay twice over.

She doesn't get around so easily now, Tony.

What?

She can't keep coming and going.

I didn't ask her to do that, either.

Her legs are tired!

Yes.

She enjoys Paris.

Yes, she prefers it to here.

No, she enjoys Paris in the winter.

During the summer, she enjoys it here.

Do you like it when she's here in the summer?

No, I get nervous

that the building will...

You're afraid she'll start a fire, leave the gas on...

It's bound to happen sooner or later.

She leaves everything on.

But you've got to let her...

She's got to live!

What?

She's doesn't have to pay the gas bill.

You don't want her here at Busset and not in Paris either...

What's the answer?

It's been pretty steady.

- It's only a thought. - I promise...!

All I mean is...

You'll get my accounts.

Because it's not Alain's thing.

No.

He's not good with accounts.

You're more short-sighted than I am!

I'm down to nine, on the left eye.

- Nine! - Mine are six!

You've got to make ends meet.

He got a half-percent increase.

on everything he receives, not bad!

I'm concentrating on my breathing,

ideas and feelings seem a little...

choked with physical tension.

That's the tricky part,

talking and filming at the same time.

I've got a ways to go.

When I'm away from you,

Everything reminds me of you.

I... Miss... You...

Scrabble!

That definitely exists!

But it doesn't fit!

Little cat

inspecting.

You're inspecting, aren't you?

You're here to see if...

Are you a stray?

You're hungry, no?

You seem like a cat that's hungry.

Do you want adopting?

He's beautiful.

We can't have another cat.

He's hungry.

He's thin.

Can't I give him some food?

I'm leaving this apartment.

I've been here five years.

It got a little expensive.

I worked standing up there.

I took an awful lot of notes.

I'll remember quite clearly

what happened here.

This time, I'm on the ground-floor

near Françoise's.

3000 francs a month!

I'm in a café, waiting.

She's being examined.

A camera inside her insides.

She's worried about cancer.

I've been waiting

for half-an-hour

but I'm not nervous.

I think she's fine,

her uterus is in great shape.

It's your perfect dream, he sticks a camera inside one

and you can see everything,

Everything and nothing.

He puts a willy-thing in your privates.

And does that hurt?

It's not pleasant but it doesn't hurt at all.

I mean it's odd a gentleman putting a thing in you,

one you've never met, who's charging you 550 francs.

It's the other way round, mostly!

The lavatory in my hotel room

at Rouen.

You can't... remove the toilet-roll

in the lavatory.

And it's made by...

I'll remove my spectacles...

Colgate-Palmolive Professional.

In the bathroom, a bar of Palmolive soap

available worldwide

since the beginning of the century.

How frequently is love

palm and olive flavored!

The bidet. There is no space

to slip one's leg in beside the radiator.

The floor is tiled...

in plastic.

The door is covered

in ruffled plaster.

They provide a tempo!

Funny, isn't it?

I did my military service here.

ladies and gentlemen, this is Vernon!

I shot a film starring Romy Schneider here.

She had down on her upper lip

which was extremely attractive.

He's wary.

Because he doesn't know you, you're always sleeping out.

You spend your life sleeping somewhere else,

so obviously...

he knows me better

because I sleep in the same bed every night, unlike you.

He's very delightful.

Magical.

Didn't he bring his fiancée?

I told you, she won't come in, she's putting on airs.

She's there, outside.

There!

In one of the pockets of my bag

I keep the number of Françoise's mobile.

She showed me

this frozen lamb which is from

New Zealand.

She's defrosting it

and she makes me

come over all fond when she tells me

she bought the leg of lamb plus this and that

and it only cost so much.

Tonight,

she'll cook it her own way, it'll be delicious.

Here's the first question... How much do you weigh?

Here's the second question.

How much shall you weigh?

Whither are we headed, my love?

You're torturing me!

I thought it was going to avoid

all your problems.

- How did you cut yourself? - With the knife...

Cutting that!

You've got a tiny bandage.

Show us.

Show us your tiny little bandage. Wait!

There it is!

It's very deep.

I splattered your notebook.

- You splattered my notebook? - I wiped it off.

- With what? - With some used cotton.

- With used cotton! - The cotton you found!

That's in the kitchen?

In the bathroom!

She hasn't touched the jam

for three days.

See?

Only five minutes ago it was this big!

So what did you put on it?

Butter and Parmesan!

I'm starving.

Have I ever given you a jewel? No, never...

Never!

You're bleeding!

I'm wearing a sort of turban...

they'll take it off tomorrow...

afternoon.

I'm much better now.

I can see you,

but I haven't got my glasses.

I can wave at the neighbors.

I feel as though they'd opened my head up because...

All that's missing is this bit.

You're still under anaesthetic aren't you...?

- It's better. - Oh, no. Look!

Compare the two.

Put them side-by-side.

Oh, yes!

- And there. - Yes. It's not over yet.

- It's not over. - At all.

Take great care.

I had a few bad cells here.

He made a hole,

a big hole in fact.

He took skin off my ear

and grafted it here.

It was in the clinic in the rue de Turin.

It's on National Insurance

but the clinic wanted

an extra 5000 francs.

I've got to clean up that blood there.

The surgeon removed

the bandage that was...

like a slug.

He thought the skin-graft was...

The vast skin-graft was OK

but he hasn't got the results of the test yet.

I'm going to shave.

This is yours.

- Are we sharing? - No, I've shared it out already.

- Did you do the sharing? - That's your bit there!

You only bought three bananas, yesterday I bought four!

You're stingy!

The biscuits are all yours.

Hey, little dog? Where do you live?

Did we keep the ticket to go back over the bridge?

- Have you got it? - No, you have!

Back in Paris.

In my little garden.

I find the one flower of the year.

In Françoise's garden, a pear from next door

dropped on to the table

which she'd covered

in a plastic sheet while we were away.

A dream

of Françoise's this morning...

They were trying to kill us,

to separate us gently.

There was a dog protecting us,

a huge dog,

very tall, very powerful, very black,

that smelled nice.

I thought, I've got a dog, it's a weapon.

I knew the dog was going to die

for us.

I was ashamed.

I knew it knew it was going to die.

I whispered in its ear that I would call it "chien".

It was American, it didn't see why I called it "chien",

when its real name was "dog".

We were in an elevator

with a table with chocolates on it.

I gave the dog some.

They wanted to kill us!

I have to pay for some work

I've had done in cash.

It's not a lot.

It's 2000 francs

but I don't like

cheating the state.

My father was a tax collector.

And then there's Pascal...

the philosopher,

a prodigious writer!

A mathematician

who invented the calculator!

Who was mad about Christ!

Devoured by disease.

Staring at us.

Jean Arthus,

18 years of age,

shot at the Mont Valérien on February 8th 1943,

for resisting against the enemy, the Germans,

writes to his father on the day of his execution,

"My big darling,

"Were you expecting to see me again?

"I know I was.

"This morning, they told us it was all over.

"So farewell.

"I know this is a bad blow

"but I hope you are strong enough,

"and that you will live on in hope.

"Work. Do that for me.

"Finish the books you wanted to write.

"Remember I die a Frenchman for my country.

"A big hug.

"Farewell, my big darling.

"Jean Arthus. "

Françoise gives me this rose,

that her sister stole

in the Rodin Museum garden.

Françoise calls...

We have to get some cherries!

The jay is back!

He looks stupid. I think he's stupid.

He's ringing someone's doorbell.

He can't remember the door-code.

He was drunk, an hour ago...

Yes, it's tricky...

Because he's very drunk!

He's got it!

He's got the wrong door.

He's going for another drink, isn't he?

He must have eaten cloves

because I know what his wife is like.

I'll finish dressing, cloak and all.

The entrance is there.

You'll find some light here.

That's the stage.

From here on, you're not to film.

From here on,

It's forbidden.

We've thirty minutes to go.

Thirty minutes

before the...

Things are starting to hum, but I'm OK.

Is that Mireille coming down?

Are you coming down?

No, I'll go through the drawing-room.

Nineteen...

Twenty...

Not so loud!

My father has just gone up...

Not so loud!

...the stairs.

He was counting the steps.

He's coming to his bedroom.

I'd have liked to be an antique dealer, a decorator,

sell old things

and do up apartments.

That was my dream.

I'm tipsy, Alain.

I started to cut it with a knife...

Suddenly, I thought of you...

asleep.

Look! It's bliss! Know what bliss is?

Bliss is slipping into bed!

I'll tell you something...

What we're living, it's unique!

To me, it's unique anyway.

We're happy.

It's intimidating.

Come into the light, so...

- Ah! There! - No, that light...

Ah! Up there!

Lower your gaze a little.

All right.

It's intimidating.

I'm not used to this.

What fun.

Meaning, I sign? I sign there?

- "A" stands for Aubanel? - Yes "A" is for Aubanel.

This is a piece of wood I found

in a ceramics factory.

Originally,

I wanted to make a dust farm

and a kind of tureen... originally.

Because there were bowls and cups all around.

But the same day

I found in an attic in the Ardèche...

a little looking-glass,

the first thing I did was draw in it.

I'm really very cheerful

because with Aubanel

I'm sure I can make

a wonderful film of Bernard Palissy.

With Aubanel we'll penetrate the man's mind,

he was a crazed ceramist

who tried

to manufacture

the perfect white

and thought he had achieved it.

The priest arrived at two.

He spoke the prayers for the dying,

Extreme Unction.

He put both hands

on his head.

He quoted the Centurion from the Gospel,

"Lord, I am not worthy that thou shouldest come under my roof,

"Speak the word only,

and my soul shall be healed. "

My father's mouth was open.

I thought he could not hear,

that he was not there.

Later, the priest

said the Lord's Prayer.

So, my mother,

Bernadette and I

accompanied him and my father said the whole thing.

So he was perfectly lucid.

It was sunny outside.

To me

it seemed like some sort of...

reconciliation.

There was a silence. My father said..

"Now, I am at peace with God",

the priest added, "And with yourself".

I forgot to say

that he gave communion

to my mother, to Bernadette.

I stood on the side, I did not take communion.

My father too,

but he had to give him a tiny bit in his mouth

so he didn't spit it out, because he cannot swallow much.

In the afternoon Bernadette heard him murmur

"Holy Virgin,

"help me in this pass. "

The extra mike is bust

so all the tiny motors are audible...

the camera motors...

I think about murder

and wonder why mimic death

when it does its job so well?

Morning. Sun.

Sadness may go.

A daydreamer.

From near Paris she's in the next room.

I've had some yoghurt and stewed apple.

I'll scribble a little after my shower

then have six oysters at Auguste's.

Can you hear me now?

What are you up to today?

I see. What did they say?

Country people don't like change.

The baby squirrels' nest fell in the wind.

I asked Jean Vidal.

He said it couldn't be helped.

I went back there this morning,

I wanted not to...

In the end, I wasn't...

I didn't feel at ease until I'd filmed the little corpses.

Little dog! Look!

I turned around, I jumped.

I thought someone was lying.

I'm leaving paper and envelopes at the back of the drawer

so that it doesn't feel like departure.

It's horrible looking for one's keys in the dustbin.

They're not in the dustbin.

But at least I have looked.

Keys do drop!

There's peel in there.

What's that then!

The houses are visible from the garden, squashing the tree.

Lucky I've got railings!

One hop and they'd be at our place!

There's a spider's web!

Serves me right for asking people to lunch!

I never do and now it's set off a catastrophe!

There's a radio star coming!

I can't remember how to lay a table.

We've got nice big sea breams!

This lunch cost me a lot of money!

It'll be sunny and in an hour they'll be done.

My garden's crushed by a cabin.

Hate that cabin. I'll show you, I'll graffiti it.

I asked Bachelier if he knew someone who could help me!

I'll ask Picoche if he knows someone who can tag it.

Take your hands away.

I can't.

I'm ashamed! You're asking too much.

And when did you stop the... medicine?

Yesterday.

And in three months

you'll be rid of...

- This! - Did she say to?

No, I did.

Is it dangerous for your bones?

I don't know! I don't care! I'm sick of it!

And are you always hungry?

I'm not very hungry.

- So you don't eat too much? - No.

It's strictly a hormone thing?

I'm a fat girl.

I made a film for two pence a penny,

scraping and saving.

I've come to show it at a festival...

I've been put in a very expensive room.

Roger's come to Françoise's, across the corridor.

He's viewing the film.

While the film's running,

there's only one thing to do,

which is to wash my Y-fronts.

How long has Diamantis been there? Two hours!

10 minutes short of 2 hours.

He's talking to Françoise.

Will he like the film?

Will he take it in his cinema like "La Rencontre"?

Françoise has gone home. She's shown Diamantis out.

Well, I'll come over.

Hôtel Mercure. Lyon.

535 francs.

I had a good reception today, or yesterday rather.

The cinema was full.

I didn't sleep all that well.

And...

I found this sarcophagus.

In Nantes...

I showed the film. Hôtel de Vendée.

Room. 240 francs.

No television.

This is Aix.

Antonioni stayed in this hotel.

He couldn't move. Or talk.

He was in a wheelchair

making a film, here at Aix.

Marseilles. Cinéma des Variétés.

I'm exhausted.

Claude.

Claude Sautet, my friend Claude

died last night.

I'm pronouncing a modest eulogy

in the lavatory of a café.

Because he filmed cafés better than anyone.

I was hugely jealous of that.

If something ruptured inside,

if anything...

were to come undone, to break inside

where I am now no one would find me.

I am really very proud of my birthday present.

He gets more splendid by the day.

This is crucial.

You have to wear sky blue.

I'll chuck it at my unmarried friends

to find out when they'll get married.

All done!

- Eat me. - Exactly.

Now everything is as it should be.

Françoise filmed her niece Caroline's wedding for me.

It's a present, nicer even than the azalea I gave her.

When I say the tap's leaking, you say no!

The wonderful girl on the till at Franprix,

with the delicate nose.

I viewed the four reels

we shot in January.

They're all out of focus.

It was like falling into a hole.

It's awful! Four hours!

Four hours, unusable!

Monica Lewinski a young woman from America,

prudently preserved the dress

which, according to her, showed

traces of the President's cum.

They're building a house across the way.

All that blue

I shall lose it.

What channel is Mazarine on?

What channel?

No one will tell me.

After that, I had to stop.

Tony's ardours!

The children being born.

I had to go to Vence for some rest.

Saint Paul de Vence.

Alain, Alain!

This is my mother's doll, from when she was small.

I'd love to bring it home for you

but she wants to give it to Camille.

Her childhood, ten years

on her father's farm.

The first ten years, she was totally happy.

Then she was sent to boarding-school,

and it was over.

She stayed on the farm till she was twenty-five

and she thought she'd found happiness with my father.

He abandons me

just when it's darkest,

in my eyes and in my heart.

Suddenly, I feel devastated

by this wind, and the weather declining,

the sun slipping away!

I'm so unhappy at this hour!

I need to chat!

No one comes to see me.

No one comes to see me.

I don't understand.

Some die

the others try to go on.

That's life.

There!

The train is at eight o'clock.

The taxi's coming at quarter past seven.

It's ten to six.

It will be...

a deliverance. I cannot say otherwise.

I am not ashamed.

So these are pictures taken from the newspaper in the Valais...

Of dead Swiss people.

Obviously, which is what I always like,

in the pictures they're alive!

They're dead Swiss people, who are alive

when the photos are taken.

This is a storage room, nothing is set up...

This is really very ancient, maybe 1972? 1971?

I was carving thousands of sugar-lumps.

These are images...

Very violent images.

Images of corpses, not shown...

They're very black, with curtains in front.

There's a presence of sorts...

These are like screens, like movie screens.

It lights up, on both sides...

You can see eyes.

The old and the new, having a chat.

Is that how my grandson sees me?

Three minutes a day.

You could call.

When I'm gone,

you'll remember

you gave your Mummy some warmth.

First day of the shoot.

I'm exhausted.

I'm shooting alone, without crew.

I think it's...

a stupid mistake.

Joël is very fat.

I'll never get to the heart...

inside him.

I feel better this morning. I'm off to work.

I remember what my doctor said when I told him

I wanted to make a film about a fat man

who loses a lot of weight to win back his girl and live again.

He said, don't get involved, it's not safe.

Keep away.

It's sunny and cold this morning.

Joël picks me up.

He's a brave man, he's doing it.

He's committed, for the film

to losing a lot of weight.

Three months on, he's lost

nearly 20 kilos.

He's hoping to lose 40,

If he makes it to 30 that's good for the film.

And good for him too.

This is my third film

made alone, entirely alone.

I have to say...

I can't shoot more than three hours a day.

After that, I'm shattered.

On Saturdays, I go home to Paris,

to see Françoise.

I have to be careful coming down,

the stairs are steep.

I'm above the horses and the donkey.

Joël and I are a bit like... that apple-tree.

We've grown twisted.

I won't switch on till it's completely dark.

Lord, such is truly the best testimony

that we may give of our human dignity,

this ardent sobbing that runs from age to age

until it breaks upon the shores of our eternity.

So, look.

I make him a thingamajig there,

a little cushion, that goes there,

under his toe that's looking so tired.

See? Like that.

Make sure he doesn't move.

Where have I put my sticky stuff?

It's the bandaged foot that mustn't move?

He mustn't move his foot...

There! I've found the sticky stuff!

I held his foot like that.

Well, that's very, very good.

He didn't suddenly kick, did he?

That's what counts, he mustn't kick.

I've moved in on my foot because it's all I'm interested in!

See, he's got a bandage there...

He can walk!

He can get to a café,

have his pastis

and read the Sunday paper.

When it's over the important thing is this!

A little kiss of love.

What a splendid Sunday,

for a man in troubled waters...

but I'm dying!

They've taken my sky away, the bastards!

We used to be like them.

You on the left me on the right, see?

I don't know if we were given so much love.

She fell asleep over her crossword.

She's been working hard on the film.

She's dyslexic, and there are a lot of numbers involved.

It takes all her energy, she has to be very careful.

You scared me!

Stop filming, please!

It's the first time I've seen advertisements

in the toilets of a bar.

Maybe, one day,

they'll put them

in the bowl, we'll piss on them

and read them all the same.

I won't tell about the jumper, I promise!

- That's what I call a secret. - I won't tell.

The wonderful things I managed

that make the film work I won't tell.

I won't betray you, I won't even tell the blackbird.

Because in the summer he's bound to go and blab.

All the credit's for me.

All for you, tell them what you please,

I shan't notice your barefaced lies!

I won't say a thing!

I shan't tell them you shot 950 tapes

and we struggled to produce 1 hour 25 minutes worth.

And I'll say I shot 1 hour 27 minutes, I took out...

Say two hours, no one will believe 1 hour 27.

- Two hours then. - Three hours is better.

"I shot 3 hours...

"in only one take... "

"I was only pretending otherwise, to get in the mood, Japanese-style. "

When the Japanese make documentaries

they spend the first month or two weeks holding a camera for show.

That's an idea!

The studio

where we're doing the sound mix.

The screen.

I couldn't work out

when I was a teenager...

I thought...

There was something magical behind the screen...

This spoon

was designed by Henri

and then he died.

It's magnificent, what you sent me...

It made me cry, I'm upset, you shouldn't have...

It was so nice of you to come with me...

So come, you'll see... It's magnificent on my breakfast table...

Magnificent...

I love you, big kiss. Thank you, my darling.

The woman who seems upset is the wife of the spoon man

and Françoise's sister.

Sometimes, when I appear...

I'm tense

sad, cross...

When I leave, I'm gentler...

Much more tolerant...

nostalgic...

More tender...

Yesterday, she said, "To think...

"so many young people shall die today

"and I'm still alive!"

I switched

the ceiling light on

to see her better.

She could die while the camera's rolling.

I was always wary

of the way she looked at me...

I didn't want her

to see inside of me.

I didn't wish for that.

When I was little what I didn't like

in the bathroom

was her powder compact, open,

with the cotton wool in it full of...

The happy days are over!

Lord, we were happy!

I have been so happy!

Is it three o'clock?

Four!

This morning early, I went to my mother's room

to say goodbye before getting the train.

She was...

without blankets or sheets

her nightshirt hitched up,

her legs were spread.

Exactly like this woman

in this Rembrandt engraving.

That means, thank you Françoise!

Morning sacrifice!

Has he come back?

He's making a run for it.

See! He's cunning!

And I put him back!

For the love of your life.

- You feed them so that they stay! - Exactly!

But that's disgusting!

I recognize myself there,

in the top one, that's wriggling...

wriggling so very painfully.

That's it!

She's got me! I'm in the belly of the tit.

You sold me to the tit!

First fire of the year.

Early September.

The wood's stolen from Joël

in Normandy.

Smells good.

Massoud's been killed in Afghanistan,

a hero of the resistance against the Taleban...

A suicide bomber disguised as a reporter

hid the bomb in his camera...

A bomb in a camera

killed Massoud.

Before fighting the Taleban...

- He's fine. - You spoke to him.

He called.

Can you run it again?

So the news from your father today...

You spoke to him.

Yes, he called.

You can't see it coming.

- You have to raise your... - Yes, I will.

I've got it.

We're running.

I got it!

I've found the exact words in the paper.

"They've got box-cutters.

"We've got plastic knives from the meal-trays.

"I know we're all going to die.

"Three of us are going to try something. "

What can I do against this violence!?

Only watch

the violence still in me.

At the hospital where my mother is,

they have paired

the American and French flags.

The Manager

requested a minute's silence at lunchtime.

So you can photograph me looking on form.

I've been lucky, I was alone all night.

I'm not contagious.

Mustn't get sad.

That's not my style.

Not once I've accepted things.

There!

Reminds me of my mother's back.

She's got sloping shoulders like that.

Then she fell, she broke her hip.

Me, with my daughter Camille,

in the photo booth at Miromesnil station

so long ago.

When she was 20,

I made a film with her along the railway tracks!

These churches are graves.

They are dank and cold.

My little Theresa...

Perhaps you need a nice hot rum.

I'll light you a candle,

I'll take the dearest one. I'll double the stakes.

It's not just cold.

It's deserted.

She's waiting though.

I'll take my candle.

I got the biggest one

on purpose, to put her out,

she would have preferred the smaller one

I know her.

She was in love

with a naked man.

I stayed for Mass,

I saw myself go to the priest

for communion.

He held it out I took it in my hands...

I was supposed to put it in my mouth,

but I went back to my seat and kept it,

then I brought it home.

It feels like sacrilege, which is a delight!

But I'm in a kind of panic too,

because the body of Christ is the body of Christ,

It's meant to be either in church or inside one.

What will I do with this wafer?

I haven't taken communion since I was 15.

Jesus said, "This is my body

"which is given for you. "

But do I still believe in all that?

I'd better leave it in its box for now.

I need a belt. It won't stay up.

Look at that!

Don't tell me you used to fill it?

- I did! - No.

Yes!

Show me!

- No! - Yes!

- 13 kilos takes up all that space! - Exactly.

It was tight on me.

Now, it's dropping.

Look!

I filled it out like this.

Can you believe it?

No, really!

I filled it out.

That's her brother.

I need a bit more light.

There. Her brother who was in the army in Algeria.

Then lower down...

some snapdragons, which I love to give her

and over there is a sort

of blue flower that I bought, made of plastic.

And her jar of cream, against wrinkles.

I've 113 minutes of battery left. That'll do!

I'll put some light on you, you're a bit gloomy I think.

But I am gloomy.

Im going to sleep.

Do you think I'll share your gastro-enteritis?

Probably. It's a real pain.

Don't touch me! Don't talk to me!

And don't look at you either?

I hope you don't catch it.

She won't get sick, she's better now.

She's asleep.

It's eleven p. m.

I watched Bordeaux play Auxerre.

You woke me up.

Nightmare last night.

Françoise says I had a nightmare, I was crying,

moaning.

She took me by the hand and led me out of it

gently, without waking me up.

I had in-growing toe-nails, there, see.

You don't get them, do you?

No, I have a twisted finger.

It's not the only twisted thing about you.

Call that funny?

I had an operation,

they took cells,

skin cancer there.

It's not proliferating, but still...

They told me it was definitely over,

but there's a persistence

of blood there.

I went to the dermatologist this morning,

he gave me the results.

They have to operate again.

A cloud's about to pass over the sun.

The wind...

It's over.

It's gone.

"Friday... "

Venus day.

There's no cancer in my family.

I went to have the sutures removed this morning

at the clinic.

He told me he'd taken it almost all off.

Deep down was fine, but there were still a few...

nasty bits and he would need to operate yet again

at the Rothschild Hospital, under anaesthetic

and have to hand

an immediate analysis of every bit removed

so I could be in the clear or so he says,

one hundred percent.

So, reassured

reassuring...

but it's back to work...

back to work for the third time

on my nostril.

Thank you very much!

There's no point coming into the kitchen, I've nothing left.

Wait till tomorrow.

What about the pink worms there, doesn't he want them?

Oh, it's meat!

Meat made to look like the worms you haven't got!

That's appalling!

Spicy sausages you're giving them!

I'm sick of your jokes.

I'd still like to know.

It's frozen steak that I've defrosted!

To make them believe it's worms.

Listen...

They're incredibly precise machines,

we're coarse in comparison.

- I don't care! - You think you can fool them!

I'm trying!

Alex is magnificent with his bird.

He's magnificent.

And he understands it.

He's touched him we've got to keep him.

Of course we'll take him with us!

- What bliss! - We can't leave him now.

Because his parents won't want him?

No!

They'll kill him.

You have to keep him now.

- It's a baby. - It fell out of a tree.

Yes, it's a baby.

You have to keep him and feed him.

He's clinging to my finger.

You're so pretty!

I'm a little tense all the same.

But I keep thinking of little things,

about coming home especially.

I'm staying in tomorrow, I'll be home the day after.

I want no one in the building

specially the hairdresser next door,

to see...

my wound.

I'll hide out here until it's decently showable I mean.

I'll stay in here.

I must remember to take...

Then I'll wear this...

so I can come in...

I won't go unnoticed, I'll put Françoise ahead of me,

I'll pretend I'm preoccupied, I'll look down at my feet.

I'll definitely make myself noticed!

Look at that.

But there's no blood.

Yes, there is. Flowing!

No, it's some sort of liquid.

It's like a mountain.

The corridor.

There's a little girl with only one eye left.

They're trying to save her.

Her father, who is 28 or 29

was crying in the corridor.

How can they do special effects

for make-up

when...

It's inimitable!

As I can't see I can't wear my spectacles.

For a few days, I don't know how I'm going to manage to read.

Next Thursday

they'll remove the sutures.

He said in principle I was in the all clear

but he did take one tiny bit

for analysis.

I hope it's not endless.

So...

Dr Jekyll...

and Mr Hyde.

No one's throwing you out, you're allowed back.

You're free.

You're free, Fred.

My mother will never come home to her room.

That's it.

The same powder compact

with this sort of...

The lotion that never ran out...

It seems a bit artificial

but it's something I noticed, over so many years,

and every time it stopped me.

This little reproduction of a Fragonard sketch

was in my grandfather's drawing-room.

As a child

I used to look at it.

She is what made me realize

that there existed a different world to the one I knew.

My parents' house has been emptied.

There were a lot of papers like this

that I study from time to time.

This one's from the "Paris Phone System... "

It's about the opening of...

"At 9, Joseph Bara Street, in the 6th... "

my parents phone line.

"Odeon 5182."

I remember.

And this is the contract...

which, as you see, is from 1943...

"Certified by the Controller", with signature...

Again, "Certified". That's the first page.

The amount due, 600 francs... And on page three...

"I, the undersigned, informed

"that the present contract shall last a minimum of...

one year.

Very good.

"Agreed... "

That's my father's handwriting.

Dated, Paris 24th September 1943.

"I, the undersigned Fraissé Gaston,

"of 9, rue Joseph Bara,

"state that I am not Jewish

"that I do not

"subscribe on behalf of a Jew

"and undertake

"not to allow the use

"of my apparatus

"to any Jew.

"Signed.. G. Fraissé. "

My back hurts.

To think I slept in that bed,

for nearly 12 months.

"I counted the years of hope,

"At my fingers I stare,

"The journey has exhausted me. "

I can only sit like this.

You can go, I'll join you if...

We can go together, can't we?

I can sense you're...

- Why do you think I'm Impatient? - I don't know.

- Is that what you want? - No.

That way you can take them off really quickly

and put them on quite as quickly,

you see!

Because they come up high, there's a lot to undo.

World Cup. Senegal wins one-nil. France is off to a good start!

They're very tired.

In close-up, they look gaunt, ravaged.

That chair is waiting for someone, it's been waiting for ages.

They'll never come!

The saviour will never come!

And me, to think...

I emerged from that little hole...

in the shadows

at the back.

Give me a reason to get up and I will.

We have to get up, this is impossible.

- Impossible! We must get up! - You get up!

I can't get up without you.

Get up!

I can't, not without you.

We have to earn a living.

It took me a long time to understand something simple

which is that I can't bear

seeing something touching

or funny

disappear.

So I used to write everything down.

Now, I film things.

The Gentleman's tea is served.

The Gentleman's coffee is served.

Honey...

Honey, sugar, honey... Nothing?

Very good, Sir.

And this too?

Thank you!

You haven't moved in two days,

immobile...

We called the vet but hens aren't his thing.

Suddenly, it's as though I were you.

I realize that I haven't...

dusted...

the bedside table.

Dust!

I'd like to film

your decision to move, suddenly...

Up goes your collar and you walk off.

Go, walk!

Exit frame, if you exit frame now

that's it...

It's over.

That's life.

I'll take the wire away, perhaps that's what's stopping you

from leaving.

If you make it over the barrier,

you're saved.

You're saved!

Bliss!

There's some ivy,

on Charles-Marie Widor Street

I passed by

and from amongst hundreds of leaves,

I noticed this one.

Someone had passed by and sprayed it

silver.

It is tiny.

And I thought it was destined for me.

I don't know what the message is.

I hesitated to pick it and then...

Only 48 hours to go

for the ultimatum

the Americans gave.

Even the dead protest,

even the stones shall shout out.

There too.

Anyway, I'll tell you something, I'm lost.

Yes, it's all over, you know.

What's over?

Everything.

It's pretty strong.

This is Françoise's pet.

I've spent so many Sundays...

alone.

Can you tell me about the first boy you ever kissed?

His name was Goofy.

- Where was it? - In England.

I didn't get it.

I must have been fourteen.

He caught me behind a door, it was a real kiss.

I thought it was horrible!

Françoise got a call from Tel Aviv,

from an Israeli with the same name

Alexander Widhoff.

He said he was her cousin

that their grandfather was Jewish,

they're from the Ukraine.

She is over the moon.

The black hole of her past is no more.

Goy shirts, ironed by a little Jewess from Odessa.

What's my name? Esther?

- Esther. - I'd rather Rebecca.

No. Too long.

And I'm from Vendôme, 160 kilometers from Paris.

Those are...

my pillows, my lamp, my book.

This is my place.

And that's her place.

I ate risotto

which will stop me

having a loose tummy tomorrow. I've three hours

to speak before an audience.

I got an envelope from the festival,

It's the first time

a festival has ever given me

a bit of money.

I've got stage-fright. My mouth is dry.

I'm unsettled to be asking you this.

It's a bit of cheek

especially to those who'd rather not be seen here!

I'll send it to the STASl.

I'm quite used to denouncing. I enjoy it.

Dance with me.

Let us get drunk

on this marvelous moment...

Not bad, eh?

I didn't want to omit settling my scores

with three French monstrosities.

Children's satchels.

14 kilos.

I've weighed them.

Medicine cabinets.

Full of drugs.

Four or five years old, gone stale.

And sandwiches in cafés

with the ham so thin,

sweaty,

the bread gone soft and the butter scanty.

I'm at my friend Antoine's.

A lawyer.

I've come to make my will.

Not that I feel I'm about to pass

but I think it's best.

He came here on a motorbike, there's his helmet.

He'll dictate and I'll write.

Signed, Alain Cavalier.

Perfect.

Now live.

I'm on the train from Paris to Vichy.

I'm going to celebrate my mother's 99th birthday.

I've bought her

a bottle of whisky.

My Alain...

the one I love.

In my little courtyard,

there's a mad crazy tree.

In storms and rain

it gives me strength.

It is my joy

all summer long.

The leaves with holes will fall off.

The twigs too.

We shall enter the dark months

and await spring together.

It's a tough one, born in one centimeter of soil.

It's from China, the Tree of Sky.

I like the fact that some parts of your body

are all wrinkled. Very pretty.

- Which? - Your foot there, the tip, see?

It's wrinkled there.

That's nice!

I'm sick of this!

Wait, can you take the solvent away, it's in the foreground?

Now, you've put your hand

so I can see what you're doing just perfectly!

Well, I can't do it any other way.

One can guess.

I wouldn't dare show this to just anybody, would I?

The tits.

And we'll have just a fade to black

to say goodbye.

Subtitles.. Pierre Hodgson

Subtitling Titra Film Paris