All language subtitles for Un.Soupçon.d.Amour

For Christiane Vecchiali,
known as Sonia Saviange.

(A SUSPECTED LOVE)

Dedicated to Douglas Sirk

ANDROMACA, by Racine
Essays

Are you looking for me, Madame?

Is the hope
that is allowed me so sweet ?

I go where my captive son

wait for me.

Since once a day
you let me see

all I have left
of Hector and Troy,

I will, sir,
cry a little with him.

I haven't been to visit him today.

Ah! Madam,
if everything turns out as it seems

the Greeks will give you a
new cause for tears.

What fear did your
hearts cling to, sir?

Has any Trojan
escaped from your funeral pyre?

Their hatred for Hector
is not dead yet: they fear their son.

This is perfect, Genevieve.

You exaggerated in:
"There will be some escaped Trojans",

but I really like this light...

...disdain,
let's call it that,

tinted with humour.

Let's go back a little further:

"Sir, what now?"

Sir, what now?

What will Greece think of this?

Can such a great heart
show such fatal weakness?

You want words,
good and generous,

to make it look like the whim
of a mature lover?

Sad captive,

tiring for myself,
I taste,

now do you want Andromache to love?

Not.

No, respect
your enemy's pain first ,

make my problems easier:
give my son his mother...

Listen, Genevieve,
don't take this wrong, but I feel

as if you were indifferent

to this woman's fate.

You are keeping
a form away.

I didn't expect
such indifference from you.

Also, you skipped two verses.
But let's keep going, please.

What a charm for you
to show your doomed eyes,

that you condemned
to endless tears?

No, respect
your enemy's pain first ,

ease my problems:
give my child yours... I can't.

What's wrong with her?

Don't try to understand.

- I've never seen her like this...
- It doesn't matter.

She had such ease!

She didn't look so fragile.

This varies.

She is an actress.

- What is she doing, praying?
- Not.

She is restoring herself.

Make my problems easier:

give my son his mother,

fight the wars, a
hundred tribes can start,

without me paying
for it with my heart,

in spite of me,
thus grant refuge to misfortune:

That would be worthy of the son of Achilles.

I got this recipe from your mother.

Every time I do it, I think about her.

And when you don't think?

Hum?

And when you don't think?

Never. Memory is thankless.

You know, Andrew...

I'm giving up on Andromache.

She's really dumb.

Or you are too far from character.

Or too close sometimes.

Come and sit down.

- I don't understand why you refuse to...
- Get help?

A third person here
is out of the question.

Women are very nosy.
And a man is no good.

Besides, I like taking care of you.

E from Jerome.

E from Jerome.

I was thinking about Isabelle.

It's funny to meet her
again after all these years.

- Was it Pierre's idea or yours?
- From Pierre, of course.

I believe you met her.

I knew. I haven't
seen her in a long time.

We did a play together,
I don't remember which one.

"A Megera Domada".

Good memory!

You are right.

- AND?
- With the. It will get cold.

And I believe
she would make a decent Andromache.

- Decent is an unpleasant word.
- I meant perfect.

don't forget it was your name

which allowed Pierre to
produce the piece.

It wouldn't have worked with Isabelle.

OK then.
I'll do the part for a week or two,

so i pretend i'm sick
and she gets the part. Alright?

I have a hard time understanding you.
You always liked...

Yeah, well, maybe
I interpreted it too much.

He knows?
I think this piece is pompous.

That child speaks to everyone
and no one ever sees him...

- Classic theater never has children.
- Well, sorry!

You forget
Racine's 'Ataliah', Eliacin.

Joad, it's true.

Joad ... Joas is the high priest.

Do you mean, Joas?

I'm freaking out.

So... tell me what you're going to
do if you give up on the play.

I don't know, maybe cinema.

I got some offers, all silly,
but others could come up. If no...

I could do music recitals.

For you, my life,
I am your woman...

Or I also have this idea
that comes up sometimes:

start a children's choir.

Jerome has a wonderful voice.

I do not know if...

Saw? You do not know!

Do you want pudding? Yogurt?

You.

First, you wash the dishes.

Jerome is going to sleep soon. I'm sure
he's reading it, waiting for me.

Is he reading in bed?

Don't vampirize him, he's so young.

Vaporize? You're so funny.

- Come-pi-laugh.
- That's even worse.

You are losing.

I love you.

Never forget that.

Never.

I could never forget
what you mean to me

and what i mean to you.

But please…do
n't sleep next to Jerome.

I will be waiting for you.

Well then, smart ass...
I see you coming.

You look very sad, darling.

It's because of this book.

I almost cried a while ago.

I was waiting for you.
I like it when it's around.

- You keep the ghosts away.
- Ghosts? There is no such thing.

Where are they?

In the "King of the Golden Mountain".

Listen:

"Tonight twelve black men will come,
dressed in chain armor.

They will ask what
you are doing here, but don't give an answer.

Let them do what they want: hit,
whip, pinch, sting, or torment you.

Support everything; don't speak a word, and
at noon they must leave.

On the second night 12 others
will come, and on the third night 24,

they'll even cut off your head."

Stop this! It's horrible.

Let's throw this book away.

Enough of this nonsense!

I will fix you

some real books,
beautiful novels, full of adventure.

- Which ones, mother?
- I do not know...

Oh yes, "The Count of Monte Cristo".

It's beautiful: justice prevails.

What is justice?

A utopia.

What is a Utopia?

A wonderful and ideal place,

but hard to reach.

So it's useless.

Yes. Have sweet dreams.

Already?

Yes. Do as I do: sleep and dream,
even with impossible things.

Utopia must be a beautiful land.

Mom?

She's gone.

What's wrong, Mom?

You go alone now.

Don't you go to school again?

I don't want to be called
daddy's or mommy's boy.

- I do not mind.
- I do.

If I hugged you in front of them,
they would make fun of you, call you a girl.

I would spank them.

I forbid it.

Imagine the confusion
with the director and everything.

Trust me.

I always trust you,
you know that.

I saw my father die,

my city too,

witnessed death

of all my family,

my husband dragged
through the dust, all bloodied,

his son, remaining
destined for the knife.

But what cannot a child do?
I breathe, I have life.

More: for this I was
sometimes reconciled,

but from here,
not from elsewhere, I was exiled;

That this son of kings,

happy in servitude,

since it must serve,
be subject now to you.

I thought his prison
was our sanctuary.

This is how Priam found
mercy before Achilles.

I sought magnanimity in your son.

Sorry, dear Hector,

for my credulity.

- Isn't she okay?
- Maybe in time.

Please assume the role.

No, I got tired of the tragedy.

- Let's do "Keep an Eye on Amelia".
- Are you kidding?

Genevieve, I hear you!

This bothers me.

I'm really sorry, I'm leaving.

- No. I'll stop here, I missed...
- I really need to go.

- I have an audition. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Come on, please resume.

I did not suspect your enemy in crime.

Despite himself,
I thought he would be kind.

No, Pierre, I can't.
I'm not feeling anything.

Let's start again this afternoon.

Are you all right, Andrew?

Shall I kneel before you
in his name?

For the last time, save him...
Save yourself.

What do you want me to do?

- You're the director.
- Fine thanks.

Well then...

this afternoon.

Do false eyelashes help?

A little makeup? Yes.
I already feel like someone else.

Like Genevieve in her black tulle.

And the chandeliers?

Hmm... I look better
with a chiaroscuro lighting.

Did you think I was romantic?

Well, I don't think you'll answer,
but I'm going to ask anyway: why me?

Because we admire her.

- 'We'?
- We: Pierre, I...

- ... and Genevieve.
- It's Genevieve.

Does she know about us?

Who do not know?

- We weren't hiding.
- I mean now, not before!

There is something
Machiavellian about it.

- You're wrong.
- I don't recognize her!

Do not exaggerate.
She's tired, that's all.

- From you!
- Of life.

- What are you doing?
- Removing my makeup.

Andromache?
Okay, but not under these conditions!

The press will gossip, the posters
are already set in the theater...

Let Genevieve participate!

A week or two, then I assume.

If I'm brave enough...
Which I'm starting to doubt.

This is what is planned.

I prefer to eat with you.

Why that?

We have more fun when
Dad isn't here.

You shouldn't say that.

- You don't like your father?
- Oh yes, but...

- But?
- He's always a little sad.

- You think?
- Yes. Didn't you notice?

No. It's because he's too busy.

So is that the reason
'that' he's not here tonight?

The reason 'why' he's not
here tonight.

- That's how they say it.
- You're not responding.

Well, he's very busy.
He will come home very late.

You will have time to clean your room.

So are you giving up?

To stay with me?

I'm not giving up.

I'm playing Andromache for a week
or two, so I'll come up with something else.

Damn it!
What will you tell me?

Do you like theater?

Very.

Tomorrow, since you don't have classes,
let's hear from your dad, okay?

Why do you want to leave Andromache?

She's the one who left me.

I'm looking forward to something else.

Will you tell me when you know what it is?

Sure, dear.

I thought you would be in bed and sleeping.

Well look, I was waiting for you,

while rereading
the adventures of Edmond Dantes.

I'll lend the book to Jerome.

- How was it?
- What?

Well, the rehearsal.

We just saw a scene

and as there was some tension,
we went to dinner.

And the tension disappeared?

You could have called me.

That kind of dinner bores you.

Seriously, Genevieve,

why did you leave us

You are so fabulous in this role.

You speak like Jerome.

I'm tired of whining.
I want to play Amelia.

Only two nights to go... Ugh!

You were born a tragic actress!

Tragic actresses can do better comedy
than comedians when they dramatize.

"To be born a tragic actress?",
how vulgar of you.

You are the only one.

You think?

I don't see any princesses here.

You told me she was here.

I thought yes.

See now the power of my eyes.

What did she say, Phoenix?

Alas! Everyone abandons me.

Sir, let's follow Hermione.

What are you waiting for?

Break that silence.

I'm very sorry!

Let's go back, sorry.

Let's go.

I don't see any princesses here.

You told me she was here.

I thought yes.

See the power now

of my eyes.

What did she say, Phoenix?

Alas! Everyone abandons me.

Sir, let's follow Hermione.

What are you waiting for?
Break that silence.

He promised them my son.

This is mere intent.

No, no, I need to cry,
your death is decided.

Will she not see us,
will we be ridiculed? I'm so proud!

See how handsome your father is
and how well he acts.

Yes, he acts.

Is that why you're hiding?

I prefer when it's you acting.

Lets give

to the Greeks, this son of Hector.

Oh wait, sir!

What is it going to do?

Deliver it?
Then deliver your mother too.

Your words to me
spoke of justice, friendship!

Gods!
Can't I at least move your pen?

No hope of forgiveness?

Am I doomed with no hope of forgiveness?

Phoenix will tell you,
my word is given.

Jerome!

- Jerome?
- I'm here, Mom.

I'm getting your handkerchief.
You know I would never leave you.

you would go

challenge great dangers,
all for me!

I was blind then;
now my eyes can see.

grace can have

followed your request.
But still you never asked me to.

The thing is done.

For you,

If I'm sad or happy,

will always keep

Mine

affability

For them,
If I'm sexy or well dressed,

men will always detect

Mine

sensuality

And so,

my love,

Watch out

Around you

There are dissatisfied men

not properly tamed

So, my love,

don't turn around

If sometimes impolite people

crawl at my feet

For you,

For you,

Whether we are sad or happy,

we will always keep

our kindness

For them,

Whether we are
Sexy or well dressed,

men will always feel

our sexuality

So, my love,

I'm saving it for you

This infinite desire

whatever happens

Careful, my love,

don't turn around

If sometimes words of jealousy

drag us through the mud

What is necessary,

Above all,

It's that we face

ourselves

Like re-a-li ...

... dadeeeeee!

You gave me a magnificent gift.

What - or who - are
you talking about?

You will read it in the newspapers tomorrow.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Do you recognize me?
- I think I know him.

I hope I don't bother,
this is what brings me:

one of my acquaintances
is a patron

who will pay
you anything to play Phaedra.

- What role? Oenone?
- I love your mood.

I couldn't blame you,
but you should hate me.

Sir.

As much as you know me,
you can't read my heart.

Incurring your enmity
has been my aim.

Talk to my agent.

Who is this old man?

The old man is the producer of the show,
so please keep your head down.

- Oh shit, another donkey.
- Other.

What is the problem?

The stars get all the attention.

Oh, don't be so sensitive.

The play is what matters, your work,
not the journalists' gossip.

Yes... Not that I want to be a star.

I just want to exist. Exist...

Be patient... or conspire!

Conspiring means sleeping with other people.
I would love to, but with whom?

You must learn from Genevieve:
she never conspired. She worked.

It went so far...

This is her private life.

- Her life is your child.
- If you say.

First, listen to this:

Le Monde:
"An unforgettable show".

Liberation:

“Pierre Nelasse delivers a classic
personal reading of Andromache”.

Les Inrocks:

"Isabelle Barflot will not make us forget
the incomparable Genevieve Garland...

but she is amazing and majestic”.

The list goes on.

Now I'm starting to get drunk.

- Are you coming to dance?
- Yes maybe.

- I'm choosing the song.
- So maybe.

But I prefer to be a spectator.

I'm worried sick.

Here we go,

with the clichés.

- Did you read the reviews?
- I've already changed everything.

I moved to new projects.
This adventure is over for me.

- Amelia?
- I think so.

Besides, we need to...
lift Genevieve.

- Do you still love her?
- Nothing ever happened between us.

- But the rumor got around.
- Yes, but no.

No. Unlike you,
she is inaccessible.

- Oh! It excites you, doesn't it?

BETTER!

I don't think it's the liquor that...

I get drunk differently... out
of contempt.

Cynicism doesn't suit you.
You should think about Jerome.

That was a nasty low blow.

Goodbye, Andrew.

If you don't come home tonight,

I won't be offended,
I'll know where you are.

Start with the white remote control,

pressing the upper right button.

The screen will say "Welcome",

then "Channel +", and then you can
choose the channel you want.

Thank you, that's pretty clear.

- I... Should we try it?
- No thanks, I understand perfectly.

Excellent.

- Can you send me the bill?
- All right.

- Bye, ma'am, thank you.
- Goodbye. Thanks.

Jerome!

Your surprise has arrived!

It can not be! Now
this is really a surprise!

Stop this.

Don't crush me.

Can we also watch movies?

Sure, honey, lots of cartoons.

I'm not a baby mom,
I want to see real movies!

- Westerns, dramas...
- Wow! Censored.

That's not how you raised me!

I was kidding.
Let's choose together.

- And when you're not home?
- I'll teach you how it works, okay?

Ok.

I can hear Dad coming.

I didn't tell him.
It will be our secret.

But he will see.

You're right, I'm being silly.

I'll come give you a hug later.

What can I do?

Tonight you read,
I'll show you tomorrow.

And don't forget the syrup.

Can I buy a tablet too?

Sure, honey,
whatever you want.

I was in Jerome's room.

- What a surprise.
- Do not be mean.

I installed a TV for it.

Well, if you have money to squander...

He's been coughing a lot lately, he
needs to stay in bed.

- He has his books.
- He'll be bored.

Oh, I invited
Isabelle and Pierre.

- You are crazy? I have no time!
- Of course! Jerome comes first.

Do not worry! I ordered
everything from a supplier.

Choose a nice dress
and be nice!

- Am I not nice, generally?
- Yes, you are, sorry.

You look tired, nervous.

Yes. Pierre was not happy
with last night's performance.

We had to rehearse over
and over again.

- And you invite him to dinner?
- Yes...

Was he right. It's a way
to make up for my irritation.

What about Isabelle?

I thought it would be
more fun with the four of us.

- Plan on playing bridge after dinner?
- I adore you.

Go look pretty.
I mean... even prettier!

Please, Andrew, cancel.

Come on, I can't do this!

Please.

I'm really sorry Pierre, I hope
you and Isabelle aren't on their way.

Genevieve is not well. We'll do it
another time, if that's okay with you.

Mailbox.

Oh shit! The provider!

Would you not eat without them?

You have an answer
for everything, don't you?

Thanks.

Whereby?

Thanks.

I just want to thank you.

I don't understand what you expect from me.

It's reciprocal.

Nothing. I don't expect anything from you.

If it's about Isabelle,
I know and couldn't care less.

You don't have to answer
to me for your actions and thoughts.

My actions depend on yours.

I do not understand.

I can break up with Isabelle
anytime, I don't need her.

How elegant!

That didn't sound right.

You mean everything to me.

Please never doubt that.

So where is the problem?

- I'm not asking you for anything.
- But I am.

Spend less time caring for Jerome.

Never.

Doctors said
he was much better.

What hypocrites.

- Do you think you're funny?
- AND?

So I'm leaving.

Where?

This I will not tell you.

I call you from time to time.

It's not a breakup, I still love him.

I just need to think,
spend some time alone with Jerome.

He coughs more and more.
The outdoors will do him good.

You need money?

You make me laugh.

I never asked you for anything.

I always had my own account.

Also, I had
a substantial advance.

sorry but it seems

as if you were rehearsing
a scene from "The Bread Vendor".

In your places:
I'll bring the script.

When do you plan to leave?

Today. The luggage
is already in the car.

- And you weren't going to tell me?
- I just did it.

- Did you rent a car?
- I bought a car.

What about Jerome?

I'll take it with me.
Your books and DVDs are in the car.

Is there no way
to change her mind?

Not.

I need you.

- You need me?
- Yes, and you know it!

So be good and wait for me.

We'll discuss all of this when I get back.

This is useless.

i just want to kiss her

to wish you a good trip,
since you're leaving me.

I am not leaving you.

Hello?

Alôôôôô.

Yes, I can hear you.

That's it? No kiss?

Listen, I'm a little annoyed.

So you're
not performing tonight?

I'm not sick, I'm... depressed.

You're not very talkative,
and now you are, sir?

- Maybe Genevieve isn't far away.
- Oh, she's far away.

She went out into
the field with Jerome.

- For how long?
- I do not know.

Nor does she know.

Oh, that was well arranged.

- You see conspiracies everywhere!
- And you're very naive.

Not seeing it, it's on your mind.

Andrew, you are not just
out of control: you are sad.

Do you want me to go there?

Sorry, but I need to take stock.

So are you stuck?

She's winning you back, isn't she?

No, you are wrong.
There is another thing.

Something I don't want to talk about.

Give me her number.
I'll call her and fix everything.

I do not have. And even if
I did, I wouldn't give it to you.

It's none of your business.

See you tonight then.

Even at night.

Careful, my love

don't turn around

Rock?

It's Isabelle.

Your voice is unique, dear.

No need to introduce yourself.

How charming! Are you just
compliments this morning?

Oh, that's right! It's too soon
for you, but don't you dare say it.

- Listen, I'm not alone.
- Yeah, I figured.

Would you be interested in lunch?

For example... one hour, in that
restaurant behind Gare du Nord,

where we celebrate my dress rehearsal.

It can be arranged... Is it important?

Is important.

Now you are worrying me.

See you later then.

Until later.

Let's see our schedule.

Are you talking like
a politician or a director?

I'm... trying to sound
like a sane actress.

A lucid actress!

There is no such thing, unless you are
a bad actress seeing yourself playing.

This is my argument:
Andromache is collapsing.

We won't last more than
two weeks, if that.

I believe giving me
the part was a shitty mistake.

If anyone is responsible, it's me.

It's not Racine, and neither are you.

this humility honors you

but it may explain why the reviews
were dithyrambic about Genevieve

and so reserved about me?

No, good or bad,
I'm not a tragic actress.

That's what I call being lucid.

- Aren't you being a little masochistic?
- No way. I'm just being realistic.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Are you ready to order?

Yes: calf head
and coffee for me.

So let's see...

A little foie gras
with fig compote

followed by a half-baked tartar,

not mixed...

Are you in a hurry?

- No.
- No.

...a baba rum
and a coffee gourmand, please.

What was it?

Nothing, that pleases me.
I really admire Epicureans.

If it's insults,
I'd rather leave!

Not.

What if we go back to your schedule?

Well, as I said,
Andromache is distressing.

Genevieve will act in a series.

I know that
although you won't admit it,

you dream of migrating to cinema.
Let's find a project.

I have contacts on the TF1 channel.

- How should I react to that?
- Oh, stop it!

I'm not ashamed of what I am.

So, although I prefer to act
in the movies, I will be waiting for you.

If you... If you have the desire,
and if you have an idea.

I have both.

In fact, I've been thinking
about migrating for some time.

With an obvious inferiority complex.

You know, the difference
between theater and cinema

are a camera and technicians.

As a director, you are
respected, even envied.

you proved your worth

with some great achievements.

What would your idea be?

i can imagine her

more in a thriller
than a drama.

Excellent.

Which would be? Simenon?

A Simenon, why not?...
I'm still looking.

I'm looking for.

We can continue,

please?

- Forgiveness?
- With the diary.

Oh. Sim.

Yes. It gets more delicate.

Anyway, I go ahead:

where did Genevieve take refuge?

Ah.

You have courage.

Could I go so far as to
ask why?

No, and you are right.
It's between two women.

Don't worry, I'm not jealous.

That would be ironic! Are you jealous
while he cheats on you?

The address: can you give it to me or not?

I could.

I think I can.

- But we'd have to discuss it.
- Is important.

You already said that.

Give me a few days.

Give me a few hours then.

Thanks.

Do not worry.

I feel so much better.

I know it's stupid,

but a mother can't help or
worry when her child is sick?

I'm not sick!
I just have a little sore throat.

Don't you want to rehearse?
I like reading your lines.

Only if you stop coughing.

Can't you see I've stopped?

Well, in that case, you start.

Did you know that Lebrun died
in his factory, which was burned down?

- Who made this?
- A woman. That's what the judges said.

I should cross her path...

Sir, what would you do?

- I'd kill her with my bare hands.
- Alas.

- Mom, your acting is old-fashioned!
- Old-fashioned?

Okay, so it's melodramatic,
but you could have more distance.

Pierre tells me the same thing.

So maybe like this: Alas.

Now you got it.

But who can claim to
dominate their own destiny?

Maybe the future will prove me wrong.

You know, you act well.

You have adequate articulation
and enough feelings.

Would you like to be an actor,
to act with me and Dad, in the future?

In the future? Now if I could.
Like you.

When I stop coughing.

I don't have the stature or age
to play the "Lady of the Camellias".

See, I have reason to be concerned.
Get some rest, it'll do you good.

- I'll work alone.
- Not far away, that I can hear it.

Right here, a few meters away.

a child is not

responsible for his mother's past.

It would be unfair. You don't... No.

A child is not
responsible for his mother's past.

You have no right to...

A child is not
responsible for his mother's past.

That would be unfair...

I'll wrap you in this blanket.

Wait for me. I will go to the village to
get some good medicine.

Keep yourself well covered.

Sir?

Excuse me, I don't recognize anything.

Wasn't there a pharmacy here?

Yes, it's two streets down.

- But it's closed.
- Closed?

Yes, closed.

Blocked by protesters.
That gives us a day off.

What were you looking for?

It should be...
everything the same around here.

Yes, it should.

In a way,
you're lucky: I'm a pharmacist.

What is the problem?

Well I...

It's very uncomfortable.
My child coughs a lot.

Couldn't you tell me...um, help me?
I'm looking for an efficient syrup.

Theoretically, they all are.

I generally recommend Toplexil.

The results are excellent.

May cause some drowsiness.
Fortunately, I have some with me.

Here it is.

It's really great.
Thank you.

About your son,
how old is he? Or she...

Twelve years old.
He is very fragile.

Unlike most kids that age,
I suppose, but you should know that...

Do you know if there is a
lot of angina around here right now?

I know what you're thinking:
that I'm very restless.

That's what
my husband keeps repeating.

No, I wasn't thinking…
no big deal.

Well, unless you invent
diseases just so you can pamper him.

Anyway... Give it to him after each
coughing fit and once before bedtime.

No more than that.

If it doesn't improve after a few days,

he should see a doctor.
I can recommend one.

No, thank you. How much do I owe you?

- Do not worry, everything is fine.
- Oh, no, I can't accept that!

Let me call my mom.

Mom!

Come see who's here!

It's... It's... It's impossible!

You! In front of our house.

You know me?

Do I know her?

I have a lot of pictures of you,

I even saw her in a
Phaedra broadcast on television.

And after that, my husband and I
went all the way to Paris to see her

in Andromache.

Oh...

No luck.

You let someone else play your part.

But you are here!

Ah, I will have courage...

Let me bring you a picture.
I'll bring you a picture.

You must forgive her.
She is so in love.

- Especially when you meet an artist.
- No, I was like her when she was young.

Listen...

I don't have a prescription.

For a syrup, it doesn't matter.

No, it's not about the syrup...

I'm very worried.
I would also like an antibiotic.

No, that's not possible.

I cannot take this responsibility.

I'm very sorry.

What do you mean,
impossible, Augustin?

Of course you will help Ms. Garland!
You are as good as the village doctor.

Plus, I saw you give worse things
to pretty girls you wanted to seduce.

Ah, you rascal!
Run and get what she asked for.

Here are the keys.

Mom...

- Can I?
- Yes of course.

- To...
- Marie, to Marie.

You know, when I
mention you, I say GG

How would we say BB, DD or MM

- MM?
- Michèle Morgan.

All right, Mom, you're pissing her off.

Here it is, I'll put it
in your bag.

Don't say a word!
I could have problems.

- Thank you, it's so kind. Take it.
- No, this is too much.

I'm not for sale,
I did it for my mom.

Please helpful people
are hard to find.

Looks silly, Augustine!

You know, he's a little proud,
but he's a good man.

Come on, I wish
your son the best.

Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.

Oh no! Now you made her cry!

Brillant! Now this is brilliant!

I can understand
why she is such a great actress.

She is so sensitive.

However, I wonder:

Why did she come back here
despite all the contract proposals?

Probably to recharge your batteries.

- Or ...
- Or ...?

I do not know.

- How long have you been here?
- A few days, a week, maybe.

Now, you are more beautiful.

- I do what I can, but...
- Stop it, you look beautiful.

It's insane!

It's crazy, because I
've been thinking about you a lot,

and here you are!

Remember when you stole
Father Gael's cookies?

- Oh, I'm still ashamed.
- Why?

They're just stories
of kids trying to prove something.

And how is Andrew?

I remember your wedding,
we got drunk like possums!

Are things going well
now with André?

Oh, I'm sorry!
I shouldn't have asked...

I heard you left
your role in Andromache.

Wait, let me breathe.
You are as turned on as ever!

First, André is doing very well, he
is celebrated by the press.

As for me, I was tired.
Directly: I got a contract with TV.

How fantastic! I always wondered
why you weren't acting in movies or on TV.

- You will get the best reviews!
- I don't care for criticism.

- Your optimism amazes me.
- So, when are we having dinner?

I say dinner because,

at noon I eat at school.

Children are restless,

you cannot leave them alone.

We can meet
at our usual bar.

Ok.

But you haven't retired?

Yes, but the mayor called me back.

Like everywhere,

in small villages
there is a shortage of teachers.

I am so happy to see you!

Yes... there is nothing
like childhood, discovering life.

No!

you used to be

much funnier!

You're right, I lack self-control.
I heard about your husband.

Forget it, I knew you
couldn't come to the ceremony.

You know, watching him die
was one of the reasons I got

to accept the mayor's proposal.

- Since we didn't have children...
- Was it for him or for you?

We never try to know.

What good would that have done?

Also, all

the kids here are kind of mine.

You know, I often
think about your Jerome.

I understand.

So when do we see each other? Saturday?

It may sound crazy, but
I have no idea what day it is.

Why, Wednesday! If it was another day,
I wouldn't be here with you!

- I am really sorry!
- Sorry, I hadn't seen her.

Could you tell me where to
find Rivers' tomb?

- Who?
- Rivers.

I was born Rivers
a long time ago.

My father was Charles Rivers.

I'm not from here.

I take care of the tombs
with the parish priest.

You should go to city hall.

You are right. I am so
affected. I'm losing my mind.

It's understandable. I mean,
the emotion... Good luck.

Thanks.

That's not it.

Jerome?

Jerome?

Sim, Jerome.

You just found Lisa.

I knew you would come.

I wasn't sure myself.

I can't...
I can't find the tomb.

Nothing is more familiar.

The tomb does not matter,
the homage is what counts.

- Homage... Do you still believe?
- No. Sorry.

Each of us has our own path.

You don't seem surprised
to see me in civilian clothes.

Why should I be? May it be the
most convenient. But with your cross.

Of course.

I'm not blaming you, but we haven't shared
much news since our breakup.

What would be the use of this?

Don't tell me you became
a priest because of me.

I did it.
Well, it must have caused it.

I must have felt it before,
but my pain precipitated it.

Come on, I think I know where your family is.

I believe it is well preserved.

Initially, I took care of her alone.

In memory of me? I don't know what
to say, I feel a little guilty.

Wants to know? No. I don't want to
see that coffin.

You haven't changed.
Practical and spiritual.

Guilty? From what?
My vocation was latent.

When you left me, you
emerged. I should thank you.

Will you pray with me?

Not.

So I'll pray for
myself, for you,

for your parents,
for me and for your child.

I know you haven't forgotten me.

How is it?

Your child's first name.

How cruel,
the tricks that memory gives us!

Do you still have a place for me?

You know it does.

Let's not think about the past.

It's very painful.

- For you too?
- Yes. In a different way, for sure.

His calling was
there from the beginning.

I followed your career.

In such a short time, you have become
one of the most incensed actresses.

Funny words from a priest.

I prefer this mood,
I loved you for it.

Your memory isn't that bad
if you remember my jokes.

Women generally
rule out these distractions.

You were always there
for Lisa and me.

My mother spent
her life taking care of others.

- Do you remember?
- I remember.

My dad.

Come on, no remorse.

I feel a little bit though.

Because of them?

How it all has to do with fame.

What a sham!

If anyone saw him
in the arms of a woman...

I really love you, you know?

I know.

I often think about you.

In a job where you can
get trampled overnight,

after having been celebrated,

each performance is like a trap, with
a kind of dream hidden behind it.

I know.

How would you know?

We are allowed to read the news.

How many times have I seen her,
so beautiful, so clean... Yes, clean.

Well now I'm
feeling a little weird.

You need money?

There go the capitalists: money!

We, who took a vow of poverty...

No, that's not why I feel weird.

Lisa invited me
to participate, Saturday night.

Then? I don't believe she is
capable of any dishonesty.

I know.

Surely you know a
lot of things, don't you?

In my work, if you
can call it work, we think a lot.

God is very generous.

It leaves us a lot of time,

so we tend to think

and we tend to see the wounds
of others to forget our own.

Again with your word games! That's
not bad, it makes me feel younger.

So how about Saturday?

If you want, you can come.

Thanks.

Whereby?

For taking me back
to my teenage years.

I thought you would never come back.

That's why I put Canal + on demand.

The movies were weird, I fell asleep.

You talk about fantasy movies,
that's all they do these days.

- Superman.
- Superman 4?

No, mentor: one who, by giving
advice, has power over men.

Not about women?

But, Mom, men also include women.

Looks like I have a
few things to teach you.

In the meantime,
I brought you a syrup

and the medicine will cure you
if you take it regularly.

- That cough will pack up and go.
- Okay, but what will she pack?

All the dirt
in your throat.

I'll take it just to please her,
but my voice is fine, no more coughing.

My mother said,
"Better safe than sorry."

Let's have a tasty cake, have some
good hot tea, and swallow the medicine.

Quitting did me good,
I swear I'm cured.

Don't swear, it's bad luck.

Did Grandma say that too?

Our doctor too.

How can you be so
sure of yourself?

Because when you left,
after a while, I started singing.

Without me? How bad are you.

But I could hear your voice with mine.

Let's see, what was singing?

What you taught me. Listen.

We will no longer go to the forest,
The laurels have been cut.

That beauty over there,
I'll get her

Join the dance,
See how we dance,

Jump dance
Kiss whoever you want

Jump dance
Kiss whoever you want

It's you I want to kiss,
O my beautiful mother!

Wait for me in your room
and play with your toys.

- And the tea?
- Do not argue! Go!

What are you doing here?

I think you will be upset.

- Is your gardener we heard?
- No, they're neighbors.

Pierre gave me Lisa's address and...

Lisa told me where you were hiding.

I'm not hiding,
I'm taking a distance,

and I'm not upset,
just thinking.

How did Pierre meet Lisa?

He just knows her, period.

It's normal for you to ask yourself,
"What is she doing this time?"

I see you were making tea?

No, it's a ritual.
Don't you remember?

Vaguely.

Are you waiting for someone?

I can enter?
Unless you don't want to...

Sit down.
I even have cake, I know you like it.

So you're not upset
or surprised?

Not upset. Surprise, yes.

Here, help yourself.

Here it is.

How are things at the theater?

Andromache

is dying.

Without you,
she lost her will to live.

So, good bye.

Sorry. No, I thought you were great.

I do not understand.

Critics did not agree,
the public even less so.

Could be... the period.
Every year, there are "holes".

You'll get it later,
and then there's the tour.

I will not do it.
That's also why I came.

To beg you to
take the paper back,

on behalf of Pierre
and the staff.

What made you think I would accept?

Okay, let's cut to the chase!

Things between the three of us
aren't healthy.

Andrew loves you.

I'm just a distraction,

more than willing to leave.

That's why I came.
You may find it inappropriate.

So you came to spit...

Please don't be so harsh.
I know you love Andrew.

It is a mistake?

No. It's obvious.

Accept this.

Yes.

We shine in countless pieces.

We make a beautiful couple.

The audience saw us together, so maybe
we thought it was love.

Then, all of a sudden,
I asked myself...

Wasn't it rather a pleasure
we shared when we acted together?

At home we don't act and...

But you are to blame for this.

This is between two women,
you obviously know that.

I'm just reminding you.

A man flaunts outside.
At home, he is fragile.

However, from what I hear, you are...

...always elsewhere.

At least, that's how I realized it.
And he probably did too.

Do you want more tea?

No. I've already done what I
believed I had to do.

And now,
I will return to my frivolities.

I don't know what I feel.

Stop thinking.

We are waiting for you.
At home.

Come out, Jerome.
We're packing and heading home!

Wow! Serious?!

We will no longer go to the forest,
The laurels have been cut.

Was your sermon longer than usual?

I'm always held back
by someone in trouble. Sorry.

I ordered a red port for you. See,
I have a good memory. And some toast.

I think I remember
Genevieve was always punctual.

It could be that she has changed,
all these years.

I found her strange.

What do you mean weird?

I am not sure...

How to hurry.

Do you know what
Sacha Guitry said about women?

"If they are late, it
means they will come."

But you're probably right,
that shouldn't apply to Genevieve.

You met her before me.

What was she like as a child?

Sometimes excited,

sometimes depressed,
as I told you,

but always creative.

Creative?

Yes, she invented games, riddles,

with penalties, of course.

What kind of riddles?

I can't say. It's been so long!

Actually, yes, that one:

“I devour what's behind me,

I project what's in front of me,
and I devour the present. Who am I?"

I give up.

So you would have received a penalty

like reciting a poem
on one foot.

Imagine how many
times I fell on my ass.

please fix

another penalty.

- Don't make me curious, who are you?
- The time.

I am the time.

Turns out that toast
was a great idea.

I'm not a big drinker,

I have to eat a little to make up for it.

Don't you have other memories?

Memoirs?

Share?

I have many!

She got the best grades
in all subjects.

And when she was rewarded,
she cried.

Our colleagues were irritated.

"She's always making noise."

She wasn't making any noise.

She was just too emotional.

And she was often absent.

What do you mean?

She lived elsewhere.

How is she now.

No, somewhere,
in some imaginary world.

His gaze strayed.

Almost always, actually.

And you had to leave her there

or she could get very violent.

And then she was back to being
friendly, helpful, and caring.

One day,

but that was later,
at the height of adolescence,

she confessed to me:

“I'm leaving, I want to study theater”.

Of course: she was always
daydreaming.

I remember.

She was always on the run.

So one day she told me

that was stronger than her,
stronger than her love for me,

and she refused to marry me.

I never knew that!

I thought you had a vocation.

It hit me right
after our breakup.

But I suppose it must
have been latent.

Have a tapenade toast, they
're delicious.

And this will remind you of the south.

you apply more effort

removing makeup
than putting it on.

These products are harmful,
they give me a rash.

I'm glad we're done
with Andromache.

For one last performance,
I think they were cold.

They were touched, but diplomatic,
they thought we were sad.

Sad? Not in my case.

Instead, relieved.

I even blacked out. You noticed?

Oh no.

You bought time with
your deep gaze.

So much better.

Enough of these eruptions!
I will have to make an appointment with...

How do you say?

- What?
- A skin specialist.

A tattoo artist.

How funny.

Oh, I remembered:
a dermatologist.

grandpa.

I already saw

you naked, you know.

It's not the same here.

We're on duty, Lieutenant.

I feel... empty!

I do not.

Besides being very hungry.

So I'm taking you
to a restaurant...

Not.

Like these vain ornaments,
these veils burden me.

Why, girl!

Do you take me for Oenone?

Why didn't you say you wanted to
do Phaedra? This could be arranged.

Sim ...

But as a musical.

All afflictions and harms,
And conspiracies to harm me.

I'm just kidding.

We go no further.

Now, enough of Phaedra.

- I'll take her home.
- He is well.

According.
But you don't go through the door.

And you come home.

There is nobody and nothing at home.

Tragic mistake, you made a mistake my friend!

Genevieve must have returned.

Impossible! She would have told me.

- Want to bet?
- What?

That she's already home.

No, don't bet! I know that.

I mean... I assume.

How is it?

I went to see her, in the field,

during our day off.

You better be bluffing.

I don't want to know the truth.

I find the idea abhorrent.

So hate me.

The show is over, Pyrrhus!

You love Genevieve and
Genevieve loves you. Happy ending!

I was just a toy to you.

About me? A replacement?

Let's go! Give Mom a smile.

We had a lot of fun.

Let's not regret it
and regain our calm.

What a choice of words.

We use the words we can

in such circumstances.

Are you still acting?

Not.

Are you going out or what?

You can sulk all you
want, I don't care.

You're not normally
capricious like that.

I overreacted with you.

Your father told me this countless times.

Yes.

I overreacted with you.

I did everything
a mother can do for her child,

although my work is
not a sinecure.

That means it
was n't simple... Jerome!

I know what you're going to say,
that you want to see your father.

Well, your father is unavailable,
understand? Unavailable! Never around!

Now wait, you told me:

"Save your money
mom, you never know."

Don't you realize it's a
farce, incoherent, nonsense!

Not pertinente not justo!

I have "The Bread Seller"

and other projects
I haven't mentioned.

As for his father, he was asked
to act and even direct a play.

Which? How can I know?

Which? How can I know?
We were talking every day!

Didn't I put you on the phone?

You know very well
he never has time,

who speaks anything,
to communicate.

If you think it's about Isabelle,

is completely wrong,
she has nothing to do with it.

You do not trust me?

So you must
n't love me so much.

And still...

... there in the field,
you said something beautiful:

"You're the one I'll love
my whole life, and even after."

That was cute.

If you think badly of your father,
you're wrong, he adores him!

I know he doesn't come every day
to be with you, to hug you.

But he works a lot for you, for us.
He thinks too much...too much maybe.

I brought you your old toys.

You told me:

"They're not old toys,
Mom, they're memories."

That was cute.

Do you want to see your father?
Well, let him come first!

Did you see him walking around?

I didn't want to lie to you.

I just wanted you to
keep your patience.

I swear I would give anything
for him to come be with you

and hug him.

Why? Stop asking questions.

All right...

I am going.

You know the way.
Your father will come get your suitcase.

So you came home.
Finally!

Yes, I returned home.
With Jerome.

You didn't need to
mention it, I had guessed.

You haven't lost your sarcasm.

About Jerome, he
would like you to come see him.

He stayed in the car,
not saying a word,

but your cough is getting worse.

That's it? Is that your reaction?

He's not in the car.

So I think he made up his mind.

Can you please bring the luggage?

But first, go see him,
he's waiting for you in his room.

If no,

what will your excuse be this time?

That you had a show? I mean, work
since you clearly didn't make it to the show.

How kind. Is this
Bernard Shaw or Sacha Guitry?

It's been a while since
we've had an argument. I lost.

- Irony doesn't suit you.
- Dignity doesn't suit you either.

If you have reprimands to
give, I'm listening.

Why would I censor?
Why are you multiple men at the same time?

A condescending husband,
a considerate boyfriend,

an actor revered,
especially by women.

Don't believe for a second that I
have the honor of being jealous.

You can admit,
even for a moment, that I love her,

that I never stopped loving her,

that acting with you
is my greatest pleasure,

that I spent the best
moments of my life with you?

E Jerome.

And Jerome, yes.

I would like to see them swimming,
side by side... just like they used to.

I heard you laugh, I was happy.

And since then?

Since then, I have been fighting.

It's like I don't matter to you anymore.
I'm not saying you don't love me anymore.

- Your attentions go elsewhere.
- If you imply that I have lovers...

I will be cruel: I would prefer that.

Whereas you...

Me? Yes, I had affairs.

I never tried to hide it.

And you are proud of it.

Not even a little.

I'm not ashamed either.

No one could take
your place, Genevieve.

So why?

Because you take
great care of Jerome

and not enough for me.

In your opinion, it is...

it's not normal
for a mother to worry...

At that point, yes!

... take care of your sick child,
take care of him?

If you had heard him cough...

I heard him cough.

Don't you remember?

I spent entire nights by your side.

Don't you remember?

I cried with you.

Don't you remember?

So go talk to him!

He needs you.

Genevieve, look at me.

Look at me.

Jerome...

Jerome died,

twenty years ago.

Jerome?

Our son...

... is dead.

Hum what?

You are crazy.

Jerome!

Come see Daddy!

Jerome!

Jerome?

Jerome!

Here I am, Mom.

Subtitles by Nandodijesus

In loving memory of my wife Léone, and
Marie-Christine, the child she gave birth to,

killed in an accident on the rocks of
Île-Rousse, 23 August 1959.