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1302?

Philip the Fair convoked the first Estates General.

Agincourt?

What year was the Battle of Agincourt?

1515.

No...let's see... 1515's Marignan.

So try a bit harder. Agincourt?

Agincourt?

1415.

Bravo! 1415. And who were we defeated by ?

By our hereditary enemy.

- Which one ? - The English.

Exactly.

Do you happen to know where Agincourt is ?

In the department of Pas-de-Calais. The department is named after the strait

which connects the English Channel to the North Sea.

- You owe me 10 francs. - Good. Hurry up now.

We're going to be late.

- Papa ? - What ?

The Battle of Poitiers... what year was it?

What a question. What's that to you ?

1356.

Why do you ask if you already know ?

Already awake ?

Good morning to you, too.

You don't get enough sleep.

You fret too much.

Why that look ?

Who's that.

Of course it's not connected.

- Here's your mail

Yes, dear lady ?

Not for 48 hours ? Ah, of course.

Quite...yes.

Take a marshmallow enema, and call me back this evening.

Yes, you already told me that.

Your ribbons are all crumpled. Tell Rose to give you some others.

- Did you get good press ? - Not bad overall.

This is an auspicious day:

The Viscountess sent me a cheque !

Listen to this :

"An iceberg...a field of ice,

"that's the chill projected by Madeleine Vincent as R�gine."

It was over 38 degrees on stage...

You know what critics are like...

In "Combat", they said I played with fervour...

- Do you find me that cold ? - Dopey !

Unhappy ?

- Not because of that review ? - Don't be silly.

I don't like that particular smile.

- What about that smile ? - Dunno...an impression.

- You're troubled ? - What an idea.

- You lunching here ? - No.

Everyone in Auteuil has flue.

I'll have a cup of coffee at noon.

- You ? - Same thing.

I've a broadcast at 10,

a fitting at 11.30

and I'm rehearsing the rest of the day.

- Say something nice to me. - "Nice" ?

- Doesn't matter what...quick ! - See you tonight.

- Pierre ? - What ?

- What day is it ? - Tuesday.

- The date. - May 14th. Why ?

Nothing.

You and your questions !

Off you go !

Above all, make sure he doesn't catch a chill.

You hear what the doctor said ? No more football stadium.

He didn't say that.

That's what he said.

No more draughts.

Attend to little Simonet right away. He's very tired.

See you tomorrow...g'night.

Hey...what do you want ?

- I'm after Dr Vallon. - It's not his day on.

It's for the conci�rge at 1 Rue du Moulin-des-Clercs.

A tenant just gassed himself.

The concierge knows Dr Vallon. He's her doctor.

- 1 Rue du Moulin-des-Clercs ? - It's 5 minutes away.

Third right and second left.

Go ahead, I'll meet you there.

It's on the second floor. I'll show you.

Hands off my bike !

Madame Nicolas, the doctor !

But it's not Dr Vallon.

It's not his day on. Have you called the fire department ?

- No. - You should've.

I thought I was doing the right thing calling Dr Vallon.

Stop smoking. You'll blow us all up !

Please move away from here.

We're going, we're going.

You heard...!

This is no place for children.

- Was he exposed for long ? - I can't say

The 3rd-floor tenant alerted me.

It smelled strong, when you came in ?

The smell almost knocked me out.

He should pull through... he's quite pink.

- That's exactly what worries me. - Gosh !

- Is there a phone here ? - There.

Fire brigade please.

Rue du Moulin-des-Clercs.

Number...?

1.

Fire brigade ?

Dr Pierre Richard calling.

About a gassing suicide attempt.

He's unconscious. Needs transport to Boucicaut.

Rue du Moulin-des-Clercs. Number 1.

2nd floor.

No, I won't budge. I'll wait for you.

He'll go to hospital ?

Does this boy have any family ?

He's does have friends...

but family...

- What's his name ? - Daniel Pr�vost.

- What's he do for a living ? - Painter.

You see what sort ?

I don't know where he got all this from.

But he was very nice.

- Is that his wife ? - No way...he's not married.

It's a girl-friend.

She's not a bad type for a woman like that.

He was pretty much the baby of the building.

When he had nothing to eat, I made him a stew.

- She came to see him often ? - Can't say for sure.

He was away for a long time.

He had a year in the TB sanatorium.

He's just come back.

But he was just the same.

I could see he knew he done for.

That's why he wanted to kill himself.

Poor girl.

It'll hit her hard.

It happened soon after she left.

She was here today ?

She arrived when my kid got home from school.

- Had they been together for long ? - Oh, she's a faithful one.

The first time I saw her,

was during the Occupation. Truly !

Pick up a box of lobeline at the pharmacy.

- Of what ? - Same as this.

Applaudissements.

Tonight, when you left me to join him at the opera,

you were happy.

I was happy because I'd decided to kill him during the night.

I had no doubt that he'd die. I'd been watching him for a long time,

this man who'd tried to dishonour me.

I granted him a slight reprieve.

I said I'd only kill him

when he'd emptied his cup.

I wanted to experience every pleasure

from such a murder.

Just for fun, I held his arm for a minute.

He shrugged, not understanding.

He drank.

I have never been more lucid than that moment.

I struck him twice in the heart one after the other.

It was dreadful !

He was staggering, clinging to the furniture,

with a terrified expression...

But it was too late to feel any pity for him.

You're here ?

R�gine...

I'm no longer a woman one greeted at the opera.

I've gone over to the other side.

For better or for worse, R�gine.

We'll both leave, right away.

By dawn we should be far from Paris.

Whatever should happen, Arnaud, I'll have no regrets.

Good evening, darling. It's gone better than yesterday.

I think it'll work. We're doing our level best.

You understood ?

- If it's the police... - If it's the police, I surrender.

No, stay there.

- Are you waiting for me ? - I still have a call to make.

R�gine, it's Maxime.

Good evening, Maxime.

What a time to come visiting friends !

See you soon at home.

I'm here to invite you to finish the evening with me.

What a great idea ! I feel like dancing.

I'm Dr Richard.

I sent you a gassing victim.

I'd like some news.

He's been 2 hours on resuscitation.

Now we just have to wait.

You can see him, but he's weak.

No, it's just to reassure his girl-friend, a married woman.

I gave her a 50-50 prognosis...

it might work out,

but there's still danger.

He thought he was condemned, so...

- He hasn't spoken ? - No...no.

- Incoherently. - Nothing compromising ?

Anyway, if there is an investigation, I'll limit the damage.

- Is there a jealous husband ? - One never knows.

I'll give you my number, just in case.

- You can call me. - Sure.

Thanks a lot...'bye.

- Is that you, Pierre? - Yes.

Don't come in yet, wait a sec' .

- Why ? - It's a surprise.

That's for sure...

- You were supposed to wait ! - What's it all about ?

This ? Honestly !...

This morning I asked you what day it was.

You answered Tuesday.

"The date?" You said May 14.

Ungrateful !

So you've forgotten your French history ?

14th May 1942. Do you remember ?

It was our own 14th of July.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches.

And here is my heart which beats only for you.

It was 10 years ago tonight that we made love for the first time.

As I'm an actress, I've learned our happiness by heart .

They're nice lines.

I won't recite them to you, they're too long,

and my happiness seems to be annoying you.

I love you, Pierre.

That's all.

And now, sit down and have dinner.

But before you sit down, maybe could you kiss me?

So that's the general missing from your collection.

- I've got a present for you too. - I knew you would. That's nice.

It was also missing from your collection.

Pierre...

Pierre...

What ? You've got something to say ?

There's nothing to say.

You can see I'm quite calm and taking it well enough.

I don't know yet what I'll do about us, but the.......

what do you think about it ?

What usually happens in cases like this ?

There are those who kill and those who leave,

those who kill themselves, and those who get drunk

and then there are those who couldn't give a damn.

I don't give a damn.

Look, your daughter's on the roll of honour.

So, I await the sordid details.

To see to what extent you intend lying.

After all, what do I know ? One photo proves nothing.

You might be snapped with a childhood sweetheart.

Thank goodness there was this photo.

Otherwise there we'd be sitting... eating away

like a pair of idiots.

I had a lucky escape.

Did he come to find you?

Oh no...pure chance.

Nothing but chance.

By chance... his anniversary present.

When I think...

The things going through your head...

You've got a whole range of lies

to choose from in there.

I don't intend to lie to you.

So speak...! at least say something.

No? Make yourself comfortable. This is really terrific.

By day at her lover's, then by night they toast their 10-year old.

You really pulled one on me.

The moron who thought you were having a fitting at the theatre !

Funny sort of fitting !

I suppose you made him listen to your little recording.

Look at me. Look me in the face, please !

Three days ago, you had the hide to say that in all the world you loved only me .

Me...three days ago.

You slut !

You're crying ? Who are you crying for ?

For your little Mr Nobody ?

Hullo...yes !?

Very well, thanks.

Yes, it went well.

He's here, I'll put him on.

It's Bernier.

'Evening, old boy.

Yes... so ?

He has a racking cough ?

But he's not actually choking ?

His breathing is very noisy ?

It's stridulous laryngitis.

I said he'd be like that tonight.

Yes, she got your flowers, she thanks you.

Sure.

'night, old boy.

Can I talk to you ?

So you've come up with an alibi?

Hard, eh ?

Is it because the story goes back a long time.

Already under the Occupation, eh ?

Where did you get to know him?

At The Studio, the night of Anouilh's hundredth.

"Anouilh's hundredth" ?

You don't remember I played Circe at The Studio ?

Sorry to have forgotten that historic event.

And does this remind you of anything ?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Ah yes, I do remember a rather sordid scenario.

A woman

I barely knew. - That you wanted to know better.

- Don't change the subject. - I'm answering your question.

You wanted to know where I met Daniel.

I met him in '44, at The Studio, the night of Anouilh's hundredth.

Because that night you'd humiliated me.

So that's it... we've got it !

You deceived me and it's my fault. Excuse me.

I would like to know why

you were humiliated. You were horrible all evening.

It was your party wasn't it ?

For once we had the chance to forget the hassles of the Occupation.

Everyone was having a good time together.

But you pulled a face and went around sulking.

No, I was exhausted.

You didn't mind signing people's programs.

I noticed that...

-...over Madame Duranti's shoulder.

Yes, because that night, I was jealous, you see.

You danced out of step, as usual,

but Madame Duranti ignored it.

You looked silly in your vanity.

A woman who only had top class lovers...

You saw yourself there.

A bed that men fought to enter...

I didn't have any ulterior motive.

No. Your desire was quite straightforward.

Mony wasn't wrong there.

- Is that the renowned Madame Duranti? - Yes, why ?

Just wondering.

- You know her ? - By reputation.

You might find she has a weakness for doctors ?

Jules, a glass of red.

You two suddenly felt a great need for solitude.

You took her by the arm and pulled her into the room.

Then I had what I admit was a stupid crazy thought,

I believed you two had left and disappeared into the night.

Into the night, oh...

You were sitting down.

You only had eyes and ears for her.

She talked and talked and you listened and laughed.

I didn't exist anymore for you.

You were truly alone in the world with Madame Duranti.

And i said to myself : "He's laughing, he's happy.

"If I tried to join their conversation,

"his happiness would quickly evaporate."

You didn't even hear me when I sat down behind you.

And suddenly, all my unhappiness left me.

Not sad, or worried, or tired.

I studied that pretty back of Madame Duranti's.

It was her laughing now.

It was up to me to stop that laugh.

Besides, it really felt great.

One, two,

two and a half...

Pardon!

What are you doing ? Are you mad ?

- I'm going to pass out. I'm terribly sorry.

Is there a first-aid kit here?

Cigarette ?

Just in case you need it.

That's how I met Daniel.

Then you arranged to meet ?

Not quite.

You mean it was fate that made you meet again ?

He wanted to see the play again.

I left him two seats. He came to thank me.

- So then it was off to his place ? - A long time later.

Oh yes...you struggled ! You endured a crisis of conscience

over a brute who suspected nothing !

He'd hang around backstage. We used to chat.

One day he brought me some records.

- You hated them. - I'm no judge of music.

Those were his records ?

He dared me to come to his place.

What'd I have to lose ? He wanted to test me.

I almost turned back, and then I thought...

"If I turn back it means I'm crazy about this boy.

"What does he mean to me ? Not much.

"He might be intimidated, but not me.

"Who does he think he is ?"

Here for some 'flagrante delicto' ?

Come on in.

I didn't want to come up but the concierge wasn't there.

It doesn't matter, you're at home.

- Your records. - Thank you.

Just 5 minutes. Time to see your masterpieces.

My masterpieces should be given more time.

Marceline, we're finished. See you same time tomorrow.

It's your portrait.

She's only posing for the body. Your body remains unknown.

i won't let you put my face on it.

Why not ? She's got a nice body.

Bummer !

I'm down to the cellar. I don't trust these alerts.

- Nothing to be afraid of. - I'll wear your raincoat.

Would you rather someone other than my Canadian?

Where's the cellar ? Usually in the basement.

I can't help it, I'm nervous. It's my liver.

You can't leave now, you'll have to put up with me.

Maybe it's a false alarm.

You'll still be here three hours from now. It's written in the stars.

I'll freshen up.

- Do you fear death ? - No.

But I hate it.

You ? Oh, I'm crazy about it.

- You can trust Death. - You're more worried about Life ?

No. We know it has to end.

I had a friend who really wanted to blow his brains out.

Only he didn't have the means.

So, as I'm a nice guy,

I offered him a revolver and a wreath.

At the last moment he chickened out.

He sold the revolver to pay for a slap-up dinner.

I don't like cheaters.

In any case, he's dead to me.

- And the wreath ? - There it is.

I'm keeping it for my grandchildren.

The gravediggers' melody.

You're home. Come in, but don't break anything.

This is Paris !

Don't touch the Folies-Berg�re.

Stop being stupid.

Americans up in the sky... have pity on us

Interpreter...

An interpreter ! We need an interpreter.

Explain to them that we're nice people,

and they should spare the rooftops of Paris.

Pray for us, black gods. Grant us a reprieve.

Heed the voice of your masters !

Let's take advantage of a bad day.

Bad days for some are good days for others.

No thanks.

I drink to love.

You listening, the rest of you ? To love !

To my love, with a small 'L'.

My love is very small,

because love with a big 'L' is too easily found out.

Madeleine, let me kiss you.

Nobody will know... it's a camouflaged kiss.

Madeleine, I swear on the back of Madame Duranti, that I love you.

I'd regained my composure.

Daniel amused me, no more than that.

The act he'd put on had left me cold.

I was sure he didn't love me.

A bed, a woman and an alert... and he didn't try to take advantage ?

I'm not defending myself. I'm explaining what happened.

Don't push it, my lad. I'm not an easy woman

I don't have a lover,

and at the risk of you despising me, I love my husband.

The sawbones ? - The sawbones.

See what happens when you say outrageous things.

That stab with the cigarette... it wasn't for spite, but for love.

It was for love.

- Your husband has a degree ? - Yes.

- And a gong ? - That too.

- And a good clientele ? - What are you getting at ?

Upright citizen, model father, good tenant,

a gentleman in every respect.

How nice to have such a husband.

A husband in polished walnut, guaranteed for life.

Honour, family, country, duty,

and boiled chicken.

I'd give anything for a bomb to fall on this house.

We could die together like Tristan and Isolde.

Take that, King Mark !

Death for lovers is a fine beginning.

It has to be the King Mark passive defense.

He'd also like a medal for rescue !

Hey, I can see him now !

With his pickaxe and his little boots.

And what does he find there under the rubble ?

Love.

Our two entwined bodies. You and I struck down, turned into statues.

That'd fuck him,

Tristan's Uncle Mark !

I'm talking to you. Are you listening ?

I'm listening to your paintings. They show you the way you are.

- How am I ? - No higher than this.

You're about 6, like all the paintings.

- That Apollinaire? - Yes.

The only military man I like.

"Under Mirabeau Bridge flows the Seine and our love

"It must be remembered

"Joy always came after the pain..."

"Let night sound the hour The days go by, I remain

"Hand in hand let us stay face to face

"While under the bridge of our crossed arms,

"eternal eyes of the wave so tired,

"comes the night, sounds the hour.

"The days go by but I remain."

Try that some time with your husband.

He lives in another world.

You and I were one for just a moment...weren't we ?

No.

We've been alone together.

It's not the same thing.

- Why are you smiling ? - Nothing...

because the alert's over.

- "Over"? - It's over for me.

For us both.

Don't rush off, the Metro'll be jammed as usual.

Do me a favour.

In memory of this alert, take this as a souvenir.

If anyone asks you what it is tell them it's a horse.

Take it...off you go.

Don't you dare? It's an evil painting !

Thank you.

You're taking a part of me.

I was eager to be near you, to hear your voice.

Nothing happened.

Bravo! Congratulations !

He offered you his bed and you didn't jump straight in.

Such willpower !

What I have to listen to ! That's his picture ?

You said you'd bought it from a Jew.

And I believed it.

A horse...look at it.

It's as much like a horse as I'm an archbishop.

And you were so proud.

"The artist had managed to transcend the horse."

"Transcend the horse"...

I swore I'd never see him again.

And you saw him again in a week.

I saw him a year later, about Mony.

- "Mony"? - Yes. When she had her accident

Her miscarriage in rather obvious conditions.

I have my opinions about Mony.

- She was in an... - unavoidable situation.

A husband who was to be freed, and find his wife in hospital.

- You know she wasn't the only one. - That's not an excuse.

If you'd seen her...

I could have deceived him under normal circumstances,

but these days it's impossible !

- What did the doctor say ? - That it runs its course.

I've a fortnight left here, save for complications.

I need some penicillin. Then I'll be up in three days.

But it seems that's difficult.

What there is reserved for major problems.

I don't count.

Silly little idiot.

I'll have some penicillin for you within the hour.

Please watch my bike. I'm Madame Richard.

- Are you waiting for the doctor ? - Yes.

He's next door. My boy's on the radio.

Mademoiselle?

I'm waiting for my husband Dr Richard.

He won't be tied up long. You can sit down.

- I watched your nurse. - So what?

- That was Matron Fourcot. - No, no.

It was that pretty Madame Meunier.

- You're sure ? - Certain.

- I guess it's possible. - She was more than pretty.

A real stunner.

But you know, when I'm working...

At the time, certain details didn't register.

Later, on reflection...

Madame Meunier was an orderly woman.

Yes, yes. And an overwhelming modesty.

Excuse me.

Go ahead.

Apparently it's very good.

The doctor lent it to me for my opinion.

I was just being polite.

I'm not accusing you of anything.

Get dressed quickly, little man.

What are you doing here ?

Quite an event.

You've met my colleague, Madame Meunier ?

- I didn't say "colleague". - Yes you did.

- I didn't mean it. - What brings you here?

After...finish what you're doing.

Establish the demand for care.

There it is. I'd already prepared it.

Good work.

Righto my boy, we'll send you off on holiday.

Three months at the sanatorium. It'll all be arranged.

Goodbye doctor. Goodbye ladies.

Say goodbye to the doctor.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, my boy.

So now to you.

Mademoiselle, could you leave us alone ?

No, you stay there. Come in here.

Your colleague had to be treated with kid gloves !

She wasn't my "colleague" !

Don't forget to note the date of the turnaround.

It's already done.

What's this about ?

- I just left Mony. - How's she going ?

She still has a fortnight, save for complications.

Her husband's about to be repatriated.

He'll be in for a big surprise.

She said that with penicillin,

she'd be on her feet in no time.

Yes, with penicillin...

Send in the next patient.

So what's this about ?

I've told you everything. Luckily we've got you.

- You'll get her out of trouble. - Oh no, my pet...

...don't count on me.

- So who should I talk to ? - I don't care.

Mony has a love-life that's just a bit too complicated.

But, Pierre, I've promised her.

You were wrong. She has her own doctor.

If he has penicillin to spare, I see no problem.

It's the first time I've ever asked you for something important.

Important for whom ?

Besides, she's not in any danger.

Am I going to start handing out penicillin to unfaithful wives ?

But she's my best friend.

That doesn't absolve what she's done.

You going now ?

Pierre, be nice.

I'm not here to be nice. This isn't a pharmacy here.

I'm surprised that you could think that I'd go through with that.

You obviously don't know me.

- Suddenly you get all high and mighty. - I'm not high and mighty.

I won't give penicillin to that slut !

And if she kills herself ?

The suicide blackmail ? No and no again !

Doesn't work on me.

So are you going or are you staying in here ?

Oh well, as you wish.

- What's his problem ? - Glands on his neck.

Come and sit here, my man.

- Been like this for long ? - 3 or 4 days.

You'd never spoken to me so harshly before.

You were right... I really didn't know you very well.

I who'd loved you because of your indulgence to me ...

- Here's a story about Mony. - Who told you about Mony?

Much worse was that I couldn't count on you.

So be it. I'd look elsewhere.

But where ? The sale of penicillin was illegal.

Who'd risk jail just to be nice ?

I needed someone reliable.

Let me see... "Someone reliable."...

- It's funny all the same. - What is ?

That you thought about me for such a thing.

I haven't forgotten you.

You had a chance, an opportunity, a cover story.

This afternoon, I made a discovery.

- I reviewed my friends... - In detail.

I didn't find much reliability there.

Many friends, few accomplices.

You're the only one I can confide in.

The others...

No doubt you despise me a little, right?

Would you like opium, cocaine?

I also take care of currency smuggling.

What are you getting at ? I have confidence in you, that's all.

I have the face of an honest man ?

Daniel, what are you doing ?

- Do I have the face of an honest man ? - No !

Was that all because I said

you gave me confidence.

Where there's confidence, there's respect.

But I don't want your respect. It's a degrading sentiment.

Keep it for your easy friends.

All I want is your love.

There's no rush.

If one day you find the need to love and be loved,

do as you've done for the penicillin, and 'phone me.

How's my horse ?

How's my horse going ?

He's not kicking his frame too much ?

He's never doubted that he was a horse.

Maybe he thinks he's something else.

I'd pass for some shady character who sells some penicillin.

Madeleine, look at me.

Look at me.

I'm going to kiss on the mouth, long and hard.

No, it's not over.

I said 'long and hard'.

Thank you for that silence.

All very touching.

I'm not kissing you, but I'm telling you that I'm kissing you

What a generation !

I'm trying to explain exactly what happened.

I still didn't know that you'd love him.

I didn't realize that I did.

He didn't delay giving you his news,

after that unforgettable encounter ?

He promised to spend next day at the theatre.

I was doing a repeat of Romeo and Juliet.

I wasn't with it in what I was doing.

"Death is less strong than my love, Juliet.

"By this blessed moon..."

"Death is less strong than my love, Juliet !

"By this blessed moon..."

-Hey, Madeleine ! - Sorry ?

- You're on. - But yes, dear friend.

Would you rather skip this scene?

Would you like someone to get you a coffee ?

I'm not tired, I'm just a bit distracted.

I'll pay attention. Give me the line again.

It's nothing, I assure you.

"Death is less strong than my love, Juliet."

Who's that down there ?

Ah, it's for me. Just a moment.

Please just give me a moment.

Have you got what you promised ?

I've been to the market. I've brought your order.

Here's the coconut.

- How much do I owe you ? - Don't be rude.

Thank you, Daniel. You're wonderful. I'll never forget this...

It's what you have done for me. Most appreciated.

Daniel !

- Can we get on with it ? - Yes, of course.

So do we go back or keep going ?

Keep going.

I only wanted one thing... to rush off to Mony.

And see Daniel again.

- It's not so simple. - What ?

- You didn't go to his place that day ? - No.

Where are you going ?

- Daniel's. - He doesn't get home before midnight - 2 am.

So late ?

Yes. Especially since he's been doing his number.

"His number"?

Painting doesn't feed him.

He's got an act at the 'Zero for Conduct',

A nightclub that's just opened.

You wanna leave him a message ?

No. You said the 'Zero for Conduct' ?

That's good for him, eh ?

That's where you'll find him. It starts about 9.

You have to understand that his name's Jules.

He created Caesar, Pompey and Pagnol.

Jules, like the other one,

would rather be first in Paris

than second in Marseilles.

Besides, he's from Toulon.

- Mademoiselle Vincent ?

Please come through. Maybe not right now.

Just a little uninteresting act.

You must hear our feature artist,

Barbara.

She's terrific.

I discovered her.

She was punching tickets on the Metro.

A bit of luck... I never take the Metro.

Just need to put a name to the face.

Jules to his close friends and he only has close friends.

Give him the applause he deserves.

Hold on, I'm not finished

Mesdames messieurs,

Just the once won't hurt,

at last we have a quality member of the audience here tonight.

She's listening to me, standing there, with total deference.

Spotlight...aim...there

You all of course recognize Madeleine Vincent,

the moving, the stirring,

the enigmatic, the mysterious.

the irregular Madeleine Vincent.

Don't clap ! Don't clap !

She's not here for you. She's here for me.

Ignore him...

And I'll have the pleasure of working for my pleasure.

This is a very dangerous exercise.

The drawing of death, without a safety net.

Attention, I'm starting.

The stream that follows your course,

and flows out of you.

Nice eh ? The stream...

It has nothing to do with it, but it's nice anyway.

And there's the work.

Work fast, mourn next day,

all done by the student of master Photomaton.

Let me introduce... Teddy Kortman, the boss.

We going ?

Mademoiselle, let me introduce myself : Taboureau, a big fan.

Make my day and take a drink at my table.

But on what grounds ?

She doesn't know you and you want her to make your day ?

In 20 minutes you'll be asking for her blouse !

- You're pretty aggressive ? - I can stay 5 minutes.

And if they were the last ?

You're not funny this evening. Some champagne 'll do you good.

I don't insist, but I expect you at my table.

- You're going a bit far. - I don't drink with just anybody.

Taboureau is a fine fellow and a good customer.

You have to hear Barbara.

You're only interested in selling your booze.

Nonsense! The bottle's on me.

Albert, a Mumms '37 to table 21.

Mademoiselle Vincent doesn't want to appear with your black-market kings.

Now, out of interest, take a look at

your customers' snouts.

You know what you have to do.

I certainly do, thank you. Madeleine ?

- Are you angry ? - I don't like your character.

What "character"?

The one that you seem obliged to play.

I came to see you.

I'm not impressed by your tomfoolery.

You can't leave like this.

Daniel, I order you to conduct Madame to my table.

- You can stop bugging us. - Tut, tut

nobody ever talks to Toto in that tone of voice, ever.

You must talk to him like yesterday when you needed him,

with consideration and respect.

The penicillin, eh,

who got it for you ? - Are you gonna shut up ?

You were quite happy to find it through Toto.

Little bastard !

Why had I spoken so harshly to him ?

"His character"...

He at least had the courage of his convictions.

What did he pay for the penicillin with ?

You didn't even ask him. It was of no interest to you.

Who had he stolen from ?

Would you ever steal for me ?

I once did the wrong thing at a soup sellers.

- Were you remorseful ? - Maybe.

And if you meet me again, avoid me.

That's my advice to you.

You like this character ?

- What happened to you ? - A bottle of champagne.

I didn't like how your name sat on certain peoples' lips,

so there was a bit of fisticuffs.

You can't stay like this.

It's not too obvious ?

Observe that the champagne didn't hurt anyone.

- Who hit you ? - I didn't notice.

But it was a good bottle.

It was a '37. Apparently it was a good year.

- Where are you taking me ? - Where do you want me to take you ?

- 1 Rue du Moulin-des-Clercs. - Hey, don't mess up my seat-covers.

- Get undressed. - Me get undressed ?

Yes, undo your belt.

Lift your legs.

If you're trying to make up to me...

What a memory.

- Is that all I take off ? - You'll have to manage that yourself.

Drink that.

If only I'd known, I'd 've got wounded more often.

- Tilt your head toward me. - With pleasure.

- That hurt ? - No it's OK.

- Now about tonight... - What about tonight ?

Why'd you come ?

- To pay my debts. - Done

- You're in a good mood. - Don't be silly.

You wouldn't have a safety-pin ?

No.

But if it'll help, I've got bulldog clips over there.

Oh, a bulldog clip...

- Here. - Oh no, not that !

Don't worry, it's only stage jewellery.

It looks real on you.

That's because I'm a good actress.

- So what do I owe you ? - Nothing at all

I settled with Taboureau.

Don't go on about it, or I'll get a temperature.

- I must be pretty sight ? - Rather.

You really are very nice. Can I 'tu' you ?

At the point where we're...

sooner or later we'll... I've often thought...

it wouldn't 've happened differently. We'd be back together,

you'd put me to sleep, look after me,

and you'd always know where to find a bed.

So you still haven't answered.

Can I 'tu' you ?

Don't turn away.

Can I 'tu' you ?

You're very beautiful.

Very beautiful.

- Are you looking at my paintings ? - Close your eyes.

Oh, everything's going to hell in the world...

...and I'm stuck here in my picture frames...

Don't talk.

- Hullo ? No, I'm still here.

I was going to lie to you for the first time.

I wasn't used to it.

I was nervous.

But my mind was made up.

There you are.

I was wondering what had become of you.

I was phoning Fouquet's, on the off chance.

I sent the porter to have a look around.

Where've you been all evening ?

Yes ?

Not in any bars or restaurants ? Well, thank you.

Where have you been ?

I met some friends. We went to a nightclub.

What friends ?

Friends from drama-school.

Old chums from Dullin's.

I was glad to meet them again.

We talked about the past, the time of our dreams.

I've had a change of heart. I've made a major decision.

I'm going to start going on tour.

And the Antoine theatre?

Antoine's 'll survive without me.

You've been so wrapped up in Antoine's.

Not any longer.

Are you sick of the theatre ?

Shakespeare's so old-fashioned.

It worked under the Germans. That's created resistance.

Then the Funel adaption was a complete flop.

- So what'll you be playing ? - Antigone.

I don't need to rehearse. I've done it 200 times

Are you going for long ?

- Several months. - Well, well....

It's a very big itinerary.

South of France, North Africa, Switzerland...

And if it can be arranged, England and even America.

Everyone's sick of the war. I've had it up to here.

What's this blood here ?

- What blood ? - On your handkerchief.

Oh, nothing, I had nose bleed.

- Does it happen often ? - No, why ? Is it serious ?

You could see an ENT guy.

If I listened to you I'd write off tomorrow.

I don't like it that you're hiding things from me.

If you found that adaptation poor, you should've spoken to me about it.

I'm not a bad judge, I'm very good audience.

The public gets it wrong too.

I suspected something was amiss.

I saw it as soon as you came in.

- How so ? - You didn't give me a kiss.

Oh, what a warm kiss !

I wait 10 minutes, and what do I get !

Your look, at this very moment...

For just one second, you hated me.

And if I refuse to give my permission ?

If I read my conjugal rights?

You ARE joking, aren't you ?

Relax. I won't exercise my authority.

But I do ask you not to go.

For what reason ?

I've been stuck in Paris for 3 years. I'd like to get out in the country.

- I'm asking you not to go. - It's not possible.

So there's something else... you can't tell me it's Antigone.

So what is it ?

- What is it ? - You want to know ?

I'm going because I love you.

You don't leave someone when you love them.

But it's the truth. If I'm leaving, it's for you.

- If I listened to myself ... - If you listened to what...?

Nothing.

Pierre, I'm not leaving to get away from you,

but I must leave in order to stay as I am for you.

You must let me do it.

I need some distance.

Do you understand ?

But don't worry, I'm big enough to defend myself.

When I get back I'll be out of danger, for sure.

That's all

you have to say to me ? - That's all.

I had forced you to speak.

Oh, I didn't hold it against you, on the contrary.

It took courage for you to tell me the truth.

It was 1 o'clock in the morning.

I was feeling sorry for myself in my office...

a sort of feeling of insecurity.

My office...

My inkwell...

To think that I had believed all that !

Old feelings came back.

I'd felt this sensation of cool calmness before,

when I'd had to resign myself to losing a great deal.

I vaguely hoped you'd come in, looking for me.

I waited for the sound of your footsteps,

I thought the door would open ...

But the door never opened.

It was in Rome that you let me know the tour was extended.

Your impresario had won new contracts.

You didn't even know when you'd get back.

I had left everything behind to spend 48 hours with you.

Ah, crazy week-end.

Two shows every afternoon and evening, meals with the company,

we saw each other during intermissions.

I felt even more alone than in Paris.

What the hell had I come to mean to you ?

I tried to convince myself that one day we'd be happy again,

that anything was still possible.

If only you'd talked with me. But no.

The secret worked so well for you both.

I was left outside.

You'd become a touring actress.

You only had one worry :

to stay far away from me as long as possible.

But it was too late, much too late,

to work out what was keeping us apart. I became even more jealous.

There was no reason to.

Did I ever ask you if you'd seen him?

How could I have seen him ?

He left Paris a fortnight after the nightclub incident.

You found out ?

I knew he was in Spain. He stayed there a long time.

He stopped us from being happy.

What are you thinking about ?

About nothing.

There was a sort of malaise between us.

A malaise which we eventually forgot the cause of.

Don't you find it a bit stark here ?

Aren't you happy here ?

That's just it.

You weren't believing in the work you were doing.

You were trying to convince yourself our love was still there,

and would continue.

But it was an unwitting compliment you were paying Daniel.

The decor wasn't for us but for him.

Decor in his image.

To pull myself together, I retreated to my office.

As you took no interest in what I did,

the office escaped your innovations.

We lived our separate ways, each of us in their own trade.

My trade... I at least had that.

That and Madame Meunier.

What's Madame Meunier got to do with it ?

As no criticism can ever be attached to you,

let's just put her in the liabilities column.

You have a lot of affection for Madame Meunier.

She was an excellent nurse.

She was not only charming, but a dedicated professional.

What do you mean, professional?

She put in lots of overtime for you.

That's not the same thing.

Men always say that.

Madame Meunier was easy-going, amicable,

but also somewhat cynical and detached.

She had no influence over me.

Misunderstanding wasn't created during HER time.

SHE didn't poison everything.

SHE was never any threat or danger.

I certainly didn't have to run away to escape HER.

There was no beautiful complicated drama like YOU had.

A short story. Very short...

...that's not even worth talking about.

I'm very grateful to Madame Meunier.

I owe her one of the best memories of my life.

A not so distant memory.

One day, I saw your car outside her apartment block.

- You knew her address ? - I thought I needed to.

I was furious.

You didn't let me have the car, on the pretext you had calls to make.

I would've happily smashed something to calm my nerves.

I considered going up to Madame Meunier's

and of throwing something through the window.

But I don't like slapstick.

So, I chose light comedy. More my style.

Then I changed my mind.

In the end, I decided to wait for you.

Of course, you hadn't locked the door.

After 2 hours, the time had passed to find you excuses,

and uncover that truism that jealousy awakens love.

I'd decided to win you back.

Surprise ! Surprise !

- Been here long ? - 5 minutes.

- I was seeing a patient. - I suspected as much.

A tax inspector, a splendid fellow.

- Who's that ? - My patient.

Unfortunately he has advanced TB.

Oh, the poor man !

I don't remember this conversation.

I even asked if he'd pull through.

I hope so, but he'll need a lot of care.

- I suppose he's bedridden. - I forbidden him to get up.

He's less than 40 kilos.

- You made that up. - Not at all.

You were giving me heaps of details.

You were lying with such aplomb...!

I know it sounds funny, but I was almost enjoying myself.

Men are very nice when they know they're guilty.

If you were my lover, you'd take me to a restaurant.

But not to one of your bars.

- No to a real restaurant. - Where do you want to go ?

- The Eiffel Tower restaurant. - If you like.

- After, we could go to the movies. - Great idea.

Then you could take me somewhere for a drink.

Anything you want my darling.

You, who finds nightclubs a grind...

But first, I have a confession to make.

First, so you won't think it's just that I'm half drunk.

So you count on getting half-drunk afterwards ?

Darling Pierre, I'm very happy.

- Ask me why. - "Why"?

Because I'm relieved.

- Ask me from what. - "From what" ?

You remember the danger I was running away from,

Your tour ?

Well it's all dead and buried.

- Everything's finished. - But...

No. Ask me if I'm quite sure of it.

- Are you sure ? - Yes.

- Ask me why ? - "Why"?

Because I love you.

No, don't ask me why...

...kiss me.

- Once again you got me - No.

I thought I was over it.

You've made it impossible to get it back.

- I didn't try !

Six months ago, I came back from touring Italy.

We'd had a 3-day break, and did a tour of the countryside.

Annecy, Chamonix, Meg�ve,

and the famous church at Assy.

Oh, it's amazing !

Is that the famous Assy church ? Not what I imagined.

A church is a house with a steeple.

It's amazing ! I'll come back again.

Sublime !

It's dreadful. I don't understand it at all.

It's dreadful that you don't understand it.

Luckily, God wasn't one of the moderns.

Then we'd all have weird faces.

But you do have a weird face.

- Matisse. - Sorry ?

Matisse. Saint Dominic by Matisse.

Madeleine?

Come and see something.

Can't you see ?

Don't you see it looks like you ?

- Maybe. - What do you mean "maybe"?

It's you all over.

It has your eyes. Even your expression.

And the cheekbones.

If she could talk, she'd have your voice. It's extraordinary

- To come here and see that ! - Daniel Pr�vost !

St Joan of Arc.

Can't you see that it looks like my friend ?

- It does at that. - You see ?

- Do you know Daniel Pr�vost? - I should say so !

He stayed in the sanatorium for over a year.

He was bored.

So he moved out,

and rented a chalet 500 metres from here.

Why...was he a friend of yours ?

Yes. Once upon a time.

Did you come through Saint-Gervais?

You must have.

You wouldn't have passed far from his chalet.

You can see it from the road.

- Is he still sick ? - No, not now.

He's a very nice boy.

He's a bit..."different", but he's nice all the same.

From time to time, I send tourists over to him.

Swiss, English, American... He sells them paintings.

He manages alright.

Ah, on the right, Rouault.

"The Flagellation" by Rouault.

Nothing could've stopped me.

I didn't think twice about it.

Everything was becoming simple.

I could lie to you, but what would be the point?

We're no longer there.

Would you tell my friends not to wait for me ?

So I had to come here, so as to see you again ?

Are you finished fucking with me ? What are you trying to prove ?

That you're perfect ?

That you've never deceived me below 1300 metres altitude,

that you've struggled desperately to be faithful to me ?

Well, you defend yourself very well.

But you don't have a good track record.

Not very good at all.

Women like you are very clever.

They make us forget how we came to know them.

Unluckily, I have the memory of an elephant.

I trust you remember our first meeting in Nice.

I met you Tuesday. By Saturday you were sleeping with me.

Don't tell me he had to wait longer than me.

Especially as I'm not exactly "Mr Charming".

I don't draw horses.

I'm not one of the intelligentsia.

I don't get all worked up about Apollinaire's poetry.

I'm just a schmuck !

I accept that there were limitations back then,

but all the same.

What am I after all? Just the local GP.

Whether you slept with him sooner or later,

what's the difference ? No, wait !

There is a difference, and it doesn't reflect well on you.

You'd 've said :

"It was love at first sight. I was crazy ... "

I might just put it down

to feminine stupidity.

No big drama... "She made a mistake..."

Everyone has the right to make a mistake.

But that's not it at all.

You took your time. You thought long and hard about it.

Don't you tell me you've given yourself out of pity !

That would be really disgusting.

No. There's nothing left between you and me.

Nothing except what separates us...

...as cleanly as possible.

What do you expect me to say ?

You reproach me for loving you when you were nothing.

Forgive me. I've always been unselfish.

But going back to Nice,

I didn't hide anything of my previous life from you.

I'd been around. So had you.

I wasn't ashamed of the life I'd led.

Tonight I tried to be fair.

You would've known that earlier if you'd spoken to her husband.

We're frightened of his reaction.

You don't know who you're dealing with.

The essential things we keep secret.

It's all superficial.

The years pass, and we never become friends.

Tonight you decided

not to believe me.

What do you take me for ?

You could waste 10 years of your life with that woman.

You're right, go. Better to leave.

Rest assured, if I'm unhappy, you'll never get to hear about it.

I won't bore you with tales of woe.

"This morning I asked you what day it was."

"You replied Tuesday..."

Ah no, Pierre, no. That'd be too easy.

You've demanded the truth. Listen to the end.

There's the truth !

I was in love with Daniel !

But you still love him.

I loved him to the point of considering separating from you.

There were times when I couldn't bear you any longer.

You were so sure of yourself.

It was this lack of interest,

this lack of vibrancy, that exasperated me.

I wanted to scream: "Can't you guess what's happening ?

"Can't you see that I'm bored to death with you?"

They say time heals everything. I ended up believing it.

I ended up believing I'd given up Daniel.

Yes. And you slept with him.

I'll get it.

Calling for who ?

Boucicaut?

And it's over ?

Yet we didn't waste any time, did we.

You gave him lobeline again ?

No result ?

Yes, of course.

So ?...

So...when I came back to Paris, I found a letter from him.

At Mony's ?

He had some plans which would involve me.

Money didn't come into it.

He'd landed a contract with an art dealer.

Now he could accept responsibilities.

Each of his letters pressed me even more.

We met again.

There was only one subject on the table : us and our life together.

It was like it was bound to happen.

It had become a game between us.

Several days ago...

- Where are you taking me ? - To the end of the world.

Your hand.

- Here we are. - Where are we ?

- You've never been here ? - Never.

- You don't know the garden ? - You must get acquainted.

May I present the pear tree.

The big one is the apple tree. And this is F�lix,

he provides the cherries.

Madeleine supplies the kisses.

You're crazy !

And House ! How do you like her ?

She's still a fine figure of a woman !

Isn't it just marvellous ?

I'm not sure I'd go that far.

There we are... we're home !

I've rented it for peanuts.

We'll have a housewarming party

after your divorce. - I'm getting divorced ?

- Yes, then you get married. - True...it slipped my mind.

This will be the big room for beautiful matin�es.

- Spring matin�es... - And winter ?

Winter's for other people.

A divan here of course.

And over here, whatever you like.

Books, table, chairs,

buddies, birdcages.

No radio, something to drink, not a dull moment...

and then you all over.

Hang on...

This is a room where we'll catch the breeze.

Come and see the kitchen.

Fridge here,

Cooking stuff, the divan...

- A divan in the kitchen ? - Just in case.

We'll never stop !

I'll take you up to your bedroom.

- This is our bedroom ? - Don't you like it ?

- With a view of the sky.

Your bed running this way ?

Head at the north for sleeping.

Who said anything about sleeping ?

After working through all these divans...

We'll see the architect on Friday.

He's got lots of ideas.

Strange place to devote ideas to.

What are you doing ?

- I'm measuring out the bathroom. - Won't that cost a bomb ?

It'll be right for us here.

I'm fed up with Paris.

I want some peace and quiet, I want to hear myself painting.

And most of all, I want to love you in serenity.

To have you all for myself alone.

To think that I had to go up to Savoy to meet you again.

I've always known that you were for me.

When I gave you that cigarette in the studio,

at first sight, I said : "That's her."

When I touched your hand...

If I'd done what I thought of doing...

I'd 've finished up in court.

Have you talked to your husband ?

Of course not.

You don't dare, do you ? Is that it ?

- Do you want me to see him ? - To do what ?

To ask for your hand.

You're husband's intelligent and he loves you.

He wants you to be happy.

As you can only be happy with me, he doesn't have a choice.

You can't be serious.

The sooner the better.

He knows what to expect.

I'll phone him to arrange a meeting.

Phoning you... He would've done it.

I went several days without seeing him.

I didn't know whose side to take. I used rehearsals as an excuse.

And the day before yesterday, an hour before the dress rehearsal...

It's a bad time to call. I have to be on my way to the theatre.

No! I prefer you came when the play's rehearsed.

I already get stage fright. If you're there watching as well...

I haven't spoken to him about it yet.

If he comes ? He'll be there for sure.

I beg of you, don't say anything.

Promise me you won't be stupid.

Imagine what a mess I'd be in trying to act !

Do you trust me ?

Yes, I'll call by tomorrow around 4 o'clock.

Without fail.

Speak to you tomorrow.

I hope he won't be long.

Make him a sandwich. He won't have time for a meal.

His ticket's there.

See you tomorrow, Rose.

I hope it'll be a success, Madame.

That's nice of you Rose. Thank you.

You know what time it is ? Curtain's at 9 o'clock.

Yes, but don't count on me this evening.

I won't be free before 10.30.

You're not going to do that to me on dress rehearsal night !

I'll do what I can, my pet.

See you... maybe soon.

- Where are you going ? - To attend a patient.

I'm a doctor, you know !

At 10.30 ! If all doctors were like you...

Maybe people would get better.

When I got back it was 4 am. You weren't at home.

You weren't at the rehearsal, or at Maxim's.

I was worried.

It was the first time you'd been out all night.

The number you left didn't answer.

I tracked down the address in Chambly.

It was a caf�-hotel.

What could you be up to... in this miserable part of town ?

I wanted to get to the bottom

of why you stood me up at a dress rehearsal.

What for, or who for ?

Dr Richard, please ? He was here last night,

but now... Have a look in 158.

It's the second door on the right, ground floor.

Thanks.

- What are you doing here ? - I was worried.

What were you thinking ?

You want to come in ?

It's horrible.

What's he have ?

Meningitis.

I was lucky, I arrived in time.

I've injected him left, right and centre.

- He'll pull through ? - He's got a chance now.

We'll get him to the Children's Hospital.

You should be in bed. You must be tired.

- Did things go well at the theatre ? - Not too badly.

- I think it'll be a success. - That's good.

- Doesn't he have parents ? - Yes, unfortunately.

His mother hasn't been home for three days.

You can go. I'm waiting for the ambulance.

Sit down then.

He's smiling. I wonder at what.

I spotted him last winter at the clinic.

He was stuffing snowballs in the letterboxes

The rest of the time he played in the gutters.

Your original guttersnipe.

I asked him : "What does your father do ?"

With the air of someone who couldn't give a damn :

"My father ? Which one ?"

Get the picture ?

I've nicknamed him Riquet the Tuft.

he's undernourished, and it's unhealthy here.

His lungs are thin as cigarette paper.

And then there's all this.

How old is he ?

About twelve. The age of an old dog.

I looked good as Santa Claus.

It was good of you to come all the same.

You really are a good guy.

At least he'll have a bed.

Have they taken the kid away ?

Best thing could happen to him.

Hopefully he'll see you again.

Good morning, Monsieur Richard.

Good morning, Josette.

18... and already three miscarriages!

Why are you looking at me like that ?

I took your arm like I used to.

I felt like I'd got to know you all over again.

I'd never felt so close to you as I did that morning.

I'll never forget our silence.

I'd become your wife again.

And yesterday afternoon about 5 o'clock...

Oh, it's you ?

I thought it was Madame Nicolas.

Good day, my elusive love. What've you turned into now ?

It's not my fault. The dress rehearsal you know is so...

The third act's been changed.

Interviews, photographs, the dress that's cockeyed, stage fright...

- Not a minute to myself. - Husband, hairdresser, fittings...

"Don't forget to put the wine in the fridge",

"where are the car keys"...

That's what a private life is all about.

Don't I get a kiss ? My mouth's right in front of you.

- You're prickly. - Roses always are.

"And roses live to fill the space of sorrow."

- You don't look well. - I've been working hard.

You know how it is. Light, colour.

The throes of creation.

The ravages of abstract painting

on the mind of Joe the plumber...

Picasso leading the way in, then blocking all the exits.

I dived into it head first.

What a fall.

I'm doing your portrait.

- Really ? - No, don't look.

No, I've only started sketching.

It's the idea that I have of you.

I haven't got it right. Let's see your eyes.

I'm still working on your eyes. I don't know what to put in them.

Madeleine with the Eyes that Conceal.

Madeleine with the Wasted Look.

Wasted. But not for everybody.

- Can't you be serious ? - Take off your coat !

I can't stay long.

5 minutes is a long time when you're serious.

So where are we up to?

You haven't spoken to your husband. You don't dare.

All you need to say to any sap is :

"You and I have played enough."

It's a bit like telling him you've died.

- How long have you been together ? - 10 years.

That's enough for him.

One day from now... you'll be starting a new life.

- 10 years... I get the rest of them. - What are you doing ?

I'm giving him 48 hours� notice.

Could I speak to Dr Richard please ?

No!

"At the fourth stroke it will be exactly..."

Got you scared, eh ?

Admit you were scared.

Little Madeleine got very scared !

You should have seen yourself. It was you all over...

- Spitting image... - Stop it, Daniel.

- You're impossible. - And you're crazy...no ?

But I'll leave the pleasure of breaking up to you.

That's something you have to do for us...

to prove your love.

- Listen, Daniel... - No.

I know what you're going to say.

I'm able to sense everything.

You want to go easy on him, isn't that it ?

So I'll be nice.

I'll be very nice.

Well, I have an opportunity to travel.

I've been invited by some nutter.

Some dilettante. There are still some around.

It'll be quite a long journey, you know.

You'll have time to sort out all your bits and pieces.

And when I get back...

Wouldn't that solve everything ?

Just a sec.

Wouldn't that solve everything ?

You see...all fixed.

Come in.

You want me for something ?

Post this letter. It has to arrive tomorrow.

I'm walking that way. I'll drop it off.

- Can't you wait 2 minutes. - No. I've got errands to run.

What'll you do without me?

- You'll write to me ? - Of course.

- Where are you going exactly ? - I'll tell you when I get there.

It's not up to me.

This hat !

You think it's OK ?

You're...stunning in it.

See you, Madeleine.

- You love me ? - Of course.

You don't say "of course", you say "I love you".

[I love you].

I know I haven't been very brave.

I was gutless.

I didn't dare say anything. 10 times I was about to...

...and I couldn't.

But since I promised to write to him...

Don't you believe... believe it happened like that ?

Pierre, whatever you decide,

I swear I'll never see him again. I swear to you that it's over.

At least I'll have told the truth.

Maybe Daniel was a test.

We think we're happy because we risk nothing.

We don't really think we're in love.

It becomes a habit.

You end up not even having memories.

I had to choose.

I've chosen.

You can still make me very unhappy.

I've no such intention.

What time is it ?

Nearly 8.

- Papa ? - Yes ?

Is it true what they said at school ?

That the teachers were going to strike.

Maybe.

- So there won't be any school ? - No.

Let's hope they don't strike during the holidays.

- Hurry up now. - I'm dressed.

Daniel...

It's not possible.

He died at 6 o'clock this morning.

That was the phone call.

Everything possible was done to save him.

Now what.

The 8am pain in the neck.

It's not connected, of course.

Too bad for her.

That's yours.

Simone, come and give your mother a kiss. She's going.

Bye bye darling.

Take care.

Okay ?

Is my tie okay ?

Thanks.

Forgotten anything ?

Good. See you later.

See you later.

Put that with the others.

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