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The white ones, please.

Twenty pfennig.

Thank you.

Pretty girl.

Excuse me.

Do you know who put flowers on that grave?

Which one?

Frantz Hoffmeister.

Right.

Must've been the foreigner.

Where is he from?

A French coin.

He left flowers on the grave?

Roses.

Do you know who he could be?

Maybe a French friend from before the war.

Don't mention it to Hans.

How is he doing?

He hasn't left his office.

It's hard for him.

For all of us.

Does it still hurt?

In the evenings, when I've walked too much.

You will dance again.

The French didn't get your leg.

Thank you, Doctor.

We haven't seen you at our meetings for months.

I love Germany.

But I love my son more.

I understand.

But must we accept defeat?

Humiliation?

You share our desire for a strong, powerful nation...

You're here for your leg, Mr. Kreutz.

Continue the treatment for a week. That should do it.

There's something else I wanted to speak to you about.

It's Anna.

Anna?

I know she has no family and loves you like a father.

I know she was engaged to your son...

but I'd like to ask for her hand.

Does she love you?

She will.

Mr. Kreutz wants to speak to you.

Me?

Come in.

Good day.

Good day, Anna.

Have a seat.

How are your studies?

I quit.

What a shame.

I've lost the will.

We've all lost loved ones.

But we must go on living.

We must rebuild.

Yes.

That's what Frantz wrote me in his last letter.

I know how you feel.

You wouldn't be here if you did.

I can help you forget Frantz.

I don't want to forget him.

How were your patients?

The usual colds.

It's springtime.

Will you go to the ball Saturday?

No.

They've got new dresses in town.

Who would I go with?

Mr. Kreutz.

He wants you to be happy.

Who could that be?

A patient, at this hour?

Come in.

Your name?

Rivoire.

Adrien Rivoire.

You're not from here?

No.

Where are you from?

Paris.

You're French?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I can't treat you.

Doctor, I must speak to you.

Please go.

I'm not ill, I wanted...

Enough!

Every Frenchman is my son's murderer.

Please leave.

You're right, Doctor.

I was a soldier too.

And I am a murderer too.

Maybe in Frantz's room.

What did the Frenchman say?

You know him?

No.

I saw him at the cemetery.

At the cemetery?

He's come to Frantz's grave the past two days.

This morning he was crying.

What did he say to you?

Nothing.

I refused to treat him.

But Hans!

He must be a friend of Frantz's.

Someone he knew in Paris.

Tell me, is this person staying here?

I'm sorry, he's out.

Looking for someone?

Surely it's me.

No.

- Will you see that he gets it? - Consider it done.

I know I upset you yesterday.

But will you let me take you to the ball?

Dr. Hoffmeister is not opposed.

I haven't got the heart to dance.

Good-bye, Mr. Kreutz.

Who's the letter for?

The Frenchman.

Are you sure he'll come?

I hope so.

If only Hans hadn't sent him away.

Will Hans come down?

I hope so.

My God, he's here!

Welcome.

I am Frantz's mother.

Good evening.

This is Anna. She's like a daughter to us.

Frantz's fiancée.

Good evening.

I saw you at the cemetery.

I left the note at the hotel.

May I?

Your coat.

This is my husband.

You've already met.

Good evening.

Please come in.

Have a seat.

You have so much to tell us.

How old are you?

Twenty-four.

Frantz would have been 24 in February.

You speak German well.

I get by.

You knew Frantz?

Yes.

You met in France?

Yes.

During his last trip there?

Pardon me.

Thank you for your tears and for your flowers on his grave.

We're very touched to speak with a friend of his

who knew him well and remembers him.

I'm not saying that because I'm his mother.

Anna too.

We were to be married this autumn.

His favorite season.

Verlaine wrote a poem about autumn. Frantz taught it to me.

In French.

We understand how hard it must be to talk about him.

How hard it must be...

to meet his family.

So you think of him always?

And you'll never forget him?

How could I?

Please forgive my husband.

He loved Frantz so much.

He was our only son.

He wishes he could have died instead.

So do I.

Would you tell us how you two met?

The first time.

And the last time?

How was he the last time?

The last time?

The last time I saw him...

Was he happy?

“Glücklich”...

Happy.

Was it in Paris?

Before the war?

Yes.

It was in Paris.

I picked him up at his hotel...

and we went to the Louvre.

Two friends.

It was a beautiful day.

He enjoyed seeing the paintings.

And so did I.

We spent some time looking at Manet's paintings.

I remember...

I remember there was one he particularly liked.

The one of a pale young man...

with his head thrown back.

Tonight it felt like Frantz was back home.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Thank you for tonight.

You brought them some comfort.

Not Mr. Hoffmeister.

Him too.

It's good you came.

I'm not sure.

Good night.

Good night, Adrien.

HERE LIES FRANTZ HOFFMEISTER

There's nothing under the flowers.

Nothing?

They buried him in France, anonymously, with other soldiers.

We only know the date of his death.

Sometimes I feel like he's not dead.

And he'll be back.

I'm sure he can hear us.

The lingering wails of autumn violins

Make my heart languish and sigh

Breathless and pale

When the bell tolls

I remember days gone by

And I cry

And I go where ill winds blow

Taking me to and fro

Like a dead leaf

You have a lovely accent.

We often spoke in French.

Our secret language.

Frantz loved France so much.

But he never told me about you.

What was it between you?

A woman?

Then what?

Just friendship.

I'd forgotten this...

The sound of the wind in the leaves.

That sound is why I love spring.

This way.

Did you two come here often?

Yes.

This is where Frantz asked for my hand.

Before he left for the war.

How did you meet?

Didn't he tell you?

In a bookshop when we were students.

He was looking for French poetry...

and I was looking for German poetry.

He asked me who my favorite poet was.

I said Rilke.

And he said Verlaine.

He could've told you about me.

I was jealous of his studies in France.

I wish I could have gone with him, but I think he preferred to be alone.

Far from his country, his family...

He promised we'd go for our honeymoon.

He'd show me Paris.

The Eiffel Tower, the Louvre,

the Grands Boulevards...

I'm hot.

Fancy a swim?

We have no bathing suits.

So what?

Let's go.

Feels great.

You should've gone in.

Actually, I don't know how to swim.

Really?

I could've taught you.

Are those war wounds?

You must've suffered a lot.

My only wound is Frantz.

He resembles him.

Don't you think?

Not physically, but in his demeanor.

Shy and stormy.

I'm glad he's here.

Any brothers or sisters?

No.

I always wanted a brother.

And your parents?

My father died when I was a boy.

My mother took over the domaine.

It's been hard, with the war.

What did your father do?

Business.

But he was mainly a musician.

He passed down his passion to me.

I studied at the Conservatory.

Then I became a violinist in the Orchestre de Paris.

But now, since the war, I can't do it anymore.

You no longer want to play?

I can't hear the notes.

Often, Frantz would play violin for us.

He was not a great musician, but he played with all his heart.

His room.

It has remained as he left it.

His books.

His clothing, folded in the wardrobe.

Frantz must've been happy here.

Yes.

But I ruined it all.

I urged him to enlist.

I sent him into battle.

It was his duty.

To serve the Fatherland.

I was told the same thing.

This... is like my son's heart.

Take it to France.

No.

Tell them an old German gave it to you.

No, I can't.

This is the last photo of Frantz.

The next day he left for the front.

Frantz hated the war.

He always said the French were his brothers.

That's enough now.

Read it out loud.

“My dear parents...

How I long to run away and be near you,

far from this chaos.

This morning we came across a dead soldier.

As though he'd opened our eyes...

we found ourselves in a sea of corpses.

French?

German?

How could we tell?

In school, French children learn German

and German children learn French.

And when they grow up, they have to kill each other.”

I must go. Thank you.

Before you go...

could you do us a favor?

Play for us.

Don't be afraid to make us happy.

Will you be all right?

Perhaps you caught cold at the lake.

Frantz was a pacifist.

Didn't you know?

I'm sorry it upsets you.

It doesn't. I felt the same.

Feeling better?

Will we see you tomorrow?

This makes no sense.

It does them good.

Me too.

Well then, would you like to go to the ball?

The ball?

I saw a poster for the Spring Ball.

- And I thought... - All right.

You look beautiful.

The dress really suits you.

- Does it? - Yes.

Frantz would've loved it.

You're positively ravishing.

Don't tell anyone, but it's a French model.

Straight from Paris.

Thank you.

That Frenchman.

What's he doing here?

Not sure this is a good idea.

Don't worry.

I'm here.

Come.

Oh, no... I can't.

You can't waltz?

No. Well, yes, but no.

Come on.

Am I okay?

Would you like to dance with us?

Thought you didn't have the heart to dance?

Someone talked you into it.

He's a friend of Frantz's.

Right. A Frenchy.

So?

A Frenchman here today, at a German party.

Don't you read the papers?

The war is over.

Shame on you!

I wanted to ask you for this dance.

I see there's no point.

Here...

- Take my jacket. - Thanks.

I've never drunk so much.

I've never danced so much.

Frantz loved to dance.

But he wasn't as popular as you.

If he'd have come back, he would've been.

Why do you say that?

Because I'd have married him and kept my eye on him.

I see why you were friends.

Your jacket.

Thanks.

Thank you too.

Good night.

Good night.

- Shit... - Can I help you?

Are you all right?

Are you okay?

Hands off! You make me sick!

Dear Anna...

I must...

write you this letter.

I must tell you...

Hello, my friends.

I thought our meetings no longer interested you.

They do, more than ever.

And...

to make up for my absence...

let me buy this round.

Waiter...

Eight beers, please.

Count me out.

- Seven, then. - Make it six, Doctor.

Five.

Four.

Fine.

One beer for me.

We were just talking about you.

Then it's a good thing I came.

You should've brought your new friend.

True.

That's a good idea.

Gentlemen...

That young man came from France...

to place flowers on my son's grave.

Show him some respect.

Shall we sing La Marseillaise too?

I stopped singing when my son died.

And who killed your son?

And my son?

And my two sons?

And my son, your son, yours...

and your two boys...

Who sent them to the front?

Who furnished the ammunition and bayonets?

We did.

Their fathers.

On our side, as on the other side.

We...

are responsible.

When we killed their sons by the thousands...

we celebrated our victory by drinking beer.

And when they killed our sons...

they celebrated by drinking wine.

We are fathers who drink to the death of our children.

Good day.

Good day, Adrien.

How are you today?

Much better.

Good.

Still coming to dinner?

Yes.

Magda's making her specialty. You won't be disappointed.

Thank you.

See you tonight.

Dear fatherland

No fear be thine

Firm and true stands the watch

The watch on the Rhine

My key, please.

Let me introduce myself. Kreutz.

So you were a friend of Frantz's?

And you came here to dance with his fiancée?

I don't know what you mean.

Our German maidens are pretty. Good dancers too.

Kreutz!

Stop it.

Imbecile.

Good evening.

Is Mr. Rivoire here?

No, miss.

Has he left?

No, his train leaves tomorrow.

And tonight?

He went out without a word.

I was waiting for you.

How did you know I would come?

I hoped you would.

Why didn't you come for dinner? Or let us know?

You're right...

You hurt their feelings.

This has got to stop!

Frantz! Me. This charade.

What charade?

Our Franco-German friendship.

I have to confess everything.

Confess what?

“The noise is terrifying.

You can't imagine.

The battle will be horrendous.

But we won't all die. With any luck, I'll survive.

In a pocket next to my heart,

I keep the dried rose you sent me...”

How do you know that letter?

It was the 15th of September.

The 15th of September, 1918.

My regiment was stationed near Dormans, in the Marne.

We got up like any other day.

We were trudging through the fields on reconnaissance. Quietly.

Suddenly, the enemy launched an assault.

Some of us were hit right away.

I ran.

I ran for the shelter of the trenches.

I came face to face with a man.

He, a German soldier.

I, a French soldier.

His eyes were so big, so full of despair.

Did they express sadness at dying...

or pity for me at having to kill him?

I shot my gun.

I shot first.

And he fell.

I'm the one who killed Frantz.

Not you.

If only he'd shot me, wounded me... but no.

His rifle wasn't even loaded.

He didn't defend himself.

A shell struck nearby and I was blown on top of him.

Our two bodies lying together.

Him...

dead.

And me alive.

There was a letter in his jacket.

I read it.

It's been with me since.

Etched into me.

The letter was for you, Anna.

Why did you come here?

To ask for your forgiveness.

To unburden myself.

To learn about the man I killed.

I wanted to tell you right away but you saw me here.

You believed in our friendship. I didn't dare set you straight.

Thanks to my lie, I've gotten to know Frantz.

His family, his house...

his fiancée.

Each day, I've loved him a bit more.

Each day, my pain has grown more acute.

So the Louvre...

the Manet paintings, the violin lessons...

You lied to us.

Yes.

I'm a coward.

And maybe it made us all feel better.

Wait!

My train leaves tomorrow at noon.

I'll go tell them everything.

See you tomorrow.

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Rivoire.

My bill, please.

Right away.

I was about to go see the Hoffmeisters.

No need. I told them everything.

How did they take it?

As any parents would.

They don't want to see me anymore?

Right.

I understand.

Let's go.

Carriage 6. Have a nice trip.

Could I write to them after a while?

I don't think so.

Anna...

I need to write to them.

Then write directly to me.

I'll read them your letter.

You're right.

Thank you for everything.

Farewell.

Did you kiss him for us?

I hope his mother is not too ill.

Did you tell him we hope to hear him play violin again?

I did.

When might he be back?

That'll depend on his mother and his work.

Soon, no doubt. Two or three months.

Wonderful.

Let's eat.

He could've come to tell us good-bye.

He's sorry about that.

One always forgives the young.

My dear Anna,

I'm writing this letter in French,

to be sure my parents can't read it.

I hope you'll get it.

It's cold and muddy here.

An attack could be launched at any moment.

The noise is terrifying.

You can't imagine.

The battle will be horrendous.

But we won't all die. With any luck, I'll survive.

In a pocket next to my heart...

I keep the dried rose you sent me in your last letter.

Promise me, my dear Anna, that' if anything happens to me

you will keep loving life...

and be happy.

Why did you do that?

Enough death, with the war.

You live at Dr. Hoffmeister's?

Don't tell anyone.

Still a slight fever.

You must eat.

It's nice and hot.

I'm not hungry.

You used to have such a good appetite.

The bookseller received the book you ordered.

Thank you, Magda.

A little fresh air.

Anna...

When we lost Frantz...

you comforted us.

You helped us survive.

Now it's our turn.

However, you must get up.

You must go outside.

You must live.

Something for you.

What is it?

I'll be right back.

Excuse me.

- What is it? - A letter from Paris.

Finally.

Dear Anna,

As promised, I waited several weeks before writing.

My return to France has been difficult,

but I'm trying to survive.

I'm enclosing my letter for Frantz's parents.

I know it cannot expunge my crime,

but I hope it will explain why I came to you all.

I know forgiveness is impossible.

But please, write back to me. I await your letter, Anna.

“Since my return,

I've been caring for my mother.

She's doing much better.

I told her about the wonderful time I spent with you,

Frantz's dear family.

In Paris, life goes on.

Everyone's trying to forget the pain of the war.

I'm pleased to be playing with the Orchestre de Paris again.

The music soothes me...”

The music soothes me, gives me strength and restores my joy.

We'll be going on tour for several months,

but as soon as time permits, I'll try to come see you.

I promise Dr. Hoffmeister I will play Frantz's violin again.

My dear friends, I hope you are well.

“I hope you are well.

I miss you and the clean air of Quedlinburg.

See you very soon.

Your Adrien.”

Did you read us everything?

We received your letter...

and...

Father, you know my lie...

and the anguish it causes me.

God in his infinite wisdom has heard you, my child.

Though he condemns lying...

your silence regarding the death of your fiancé

comes from a pure intention and is thus excused.

So I shouldn't tell them?

What would the truth bring?

Only more pain.

Only more tears.

What do you feel for the young Frenchman?

I don't know anymore.

He killed the man I loved.

That French soldier...

came to Germany...

to ask forgiveness.

Forgive him.

As Jesus forgave those who crucified him.

I absolve you from your sins, my child.

Amen.

Good day, Anna.

Good day, Mr. Kreutz.

How are you feeling?

Well, thank you.

I heard you'd taken ill.

That's over now.

Glad to hear it.

My behavior was foolish, idiotic.

So many Germans died in France. It's easy to feel angry at a Frenchman.

I know.

I don't share Dr. Hoffmeister's convictions...

but it was brave of him to open his doors to a Frenchman...

who could've killed his son.

I'm sorry to bring that up again.

I know how much you loved Frantz.

I saw Kreutz this afternoon.

And?

He asked for my hand again.

He never gives up.

What if I were to say yes?

You want to marry him?

That was your wish.

Before we met Adrien.

Dear Adrien...

Forgive me for taking so long to write you back.

Our pain is still immense,

but we know that you, like Frantz,

are a victim of that horrible war.

You were forced to kill an enemy in wartime.

You did your duty as a French soldier.

I've come to understand and accept your lie.

To France.

Autumn promises to be lovely this year.

We're ready to see you again.

Feel free to write to me.

I promise I'll write you back immediately.

Your Anna.

“Return to sender”.

He's no longer at this address.

Do you have another one?

No.

You must find Adrien, as he found us.

Impossible, Magda.

You know his name

and his former address.

You'll find him.

What if something has happened to him?

It's better to know.

You can't be left in the dark.

You're young and beautiful.

Your whole life is ahead of you.

Don't let this chance pass you by. Go to France and bring him back to us.

Have a good trip, Anna.

Be safe.

Give Adrien our love. Tell him we're waiting for him.

Everything will be fine.

Bon voyage!

See you soon.

Good-bye.

- Carriage 2. - Thank you.

Passports, please.

German?

- Why have you come to France? - To see a friend.

A prisoner?

No, he's French.

Evening, little lady. Where to?

Hôtel des Camélias, Passage des Arcanes.

Right. Get in.

- First time at that hotel? - Yes.

My fiance stayed there before the war.

I can see why.

Bet he had fun.

Room 3.

Upstairs, on the left.

Tomorrow?

The day after?

Excuse me, madam.

I'm looking for Adrien Rivoire. He used to live here?

- Yes, but he left some time ago. - When?

A few months ago.

Do you know where he lives now?

He left no forwarding address. I've got mail for him.

- Any idea how I could find him? - None at all.

Good-bye, miss.

I'm looking for violinist Adrien Rivoire.

Do you know him?

Sorry, I don't know the musicians by name.

He works here, with the Orchestre de Paris.

There are tickets available for tonight.

Dear Magda, dear Hans...

The trip went well.

I have arrived in Paris.

Everything is different from what Frantz told us.

I suppose the war changed many things.

As planned,

I'm staying at the same hotel Frantz stayed in as a student.

Tonight I'm going to the Opéra in the hopes of finding Adrien.

First, I'll go to the Louvre to see the paintings Frantz loved so much.

To all our sons,

who gave their lives for France.

Arise, children of the Fatherland

The day of glory has arrived

Against us in tyranny

The bloody banner is raised

The bloody banner is raised

In our fields we can hear

The howling of fearsome soldiers

Who are coming into our midst

To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

To arms, citizens!

Form your battalions!

March on

March on

Let impure blood

Water our furrows!

Good day, sir. I'm looking for a Manet painting

of a young man with his head thrown back.

In the back on the right.

Thank you.

Excuse me, may I?

I had him for a week, then he was moved to another ward.

He was very ill?

Some pull through, others don't.

So he committed suicide.

I didn't say that. But he was fragile.

An artist.

Go to the office and consult the patients' register.

PASSY CEMETERY

Are you all right?

Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for Mr. Rivoire's grave.

Rivoire...

He died in August.

Down that aisle on the right.

TO MY BELOVED HUSBAND

ANATOLE RIVOIRE OFFICER OF THE LEGION OF HONOR

Good day.

Does Mrs. Rivoire live here?

May I see her?

Come in, miss.

My husband was critically wounded in Verdun.

They amputated both his legs.

He lost the will to live after that.

He took matters into his own hands.

But it's not Anatole you're looking for, it's Adrien.

I remember seeing him at the Opera before the war.

A handsome young man.

His mother and Anatole had fallen out.

Over an inheritance.

Do you know where he might be?

You're from Germany, aren't you?

What is your relationship with Adrien?

We're friends.

Excuse me, sir.

I'm looking for the Rivoire house.

The château's on the edge of town.

Good day.

So you're little Anna?

Yes. Good day, madam.

What a surprise.

My son has told me so much about you.

He'll be so happy.

Let me embrace you.

Félicie, come get her things.

Adrien will be here soon. He's out riding.

Come with me.

Do you understand me?

Are you fluent in French?

Wonderful.

It was hard when he came back.

Everything's better now.

He left Paris, his orchestra

and came back to live here,

with me.

He helps me run the domaine.

Here he is.

Adrien, look who's here.

My God, Anna...

You, here. In France.

How did you find us?

I came to Paris for a visit...

Your aunt gave me this address.

I'm so happy.

Have a seat.

Which hotel are you staying at?

I don't know yet.

There's a charming inn in town...

We have room here.

Yes, of course.

We're having some friends over for dinner and a recital.

Please join us.

Thank you.

Tell me, Anna...

How are they doing?

Who?

The Hoffmeisters.

Quite well.

Really?

Life goes on.

Why didn't you answer my letters?

I was desperate to hear from you.

I know.

I should have written you sooner.

But it wasn't easy.

Because of the Hoffmeisters?

They've forgiven you.

I came to tell you in person.

And you, Anna?

Me too.

Thank you.

Those are the sweetest words I'll ever hear.

Though I will never forgive myself.

Time, Adrien.

Time will help you forget.

Want to swim again?

Will you join me this time?

Sure.

Have you learned to swim?

No.

I was waiting for you.

You know, Anna...

When I came back from Germany, I wanted to die.

So did I.

Really?

I didn't want to feel anything anymore.

No more sadness.

But...

that was selfish.

We must live for others as well.

Anna, this is Fanny.

Good day, Anna.

So pleased to meet you.

Adrien tells me wonderful things about you.

You'll be hearing her tonight.

Fanny sings beautifully.

You're too kind.

But it's true. Your voice is divine.

Isn't it, Adrien?

Yes, it certainly is.

I think your room is ready.

Félicie will take you.

It's upstairs.

This is your room, miss.

Come in.

Excuse me, am I disturbing you?

I was just unpacking.

I wondered if you needed a dress for tonight.

I don't suppose you planned for it.

We must be about the same size.

It's perfect.

It really suits you.

I'll help you with the belt.

Thank you.

Thank you, Anna.

For all you've done for Adrien.

I haven't done anything.

You welcomed him, listened to him.

You could have turned him away.

Adrien's family thought he'd lost his mind.

Only I encouraged his trip to Germany.

He wanted to be forgiven.

Replace the man he'd killed.

But... such things are impossible.

We can never replace a loved one, can we?

I don't know.

Your fiancé's name was Frantz?

My brother's name was François.

He was 20.

He died at the front, too.

Adrien tells me you play piano.

Yes, a little.

Then you'll play with us tonight.

They had us ringing the bells all day long.

Even the deaf could hear those bells!

It was madness. We wondered how we'd sleep!

And we didn't sleep!

Should've stuffed your ears with cotton, old girl!

Adrien, were you still in Paris on Armistice Day?

Yes. In the madhouse.

And you, Anna?

What was it like in Germany?

How can you ask such a question?

I'm sorry.

I've put my foot in it!

But it would be interesting to know.

The bells rang, too.

We felt relieved.

Some even danced.

You see, Fanny?

The French weren't the only ones dancing.

On dead bodies.

Cheese, anyone?

I'd love some.

Armand, the cheese, please.

Starry night

In your veiled light

In your soft breeze

With its sweet scent

A sad lyre

Woefully sighs

And I dream

Of loves now gone

I dream of loves

Now gone

A serene melancholy

Rises from deep in my heart

And I hear

The soul of my love

Murmuring here in the woods

Sorry.

I can't do it.

Forgive her. She's had a long trip.

Go ahead.

Why exactly has she come to France?

To steal our Adrien, I suppose.

- What are you doing? - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.

Why do you say that?

I don't belong here.

I couldn't play for the Hoffmeisters either, remember?

You were thinking of Frantz.

Right?

I wasn't thinking of Frantz.

I was thinking of you, Adrien.

Me?

You really don't get it.

Anna, wait. Calm down.

Where will you sleep tonight?

Stay with us. Leave early in the morning if you like.

No one is upset with you.

I'll explain it to them.

I'm sorry.

You're right.

Do what you wish.

Good night.

Are you taking her?

Yes.

Does Fanny mind?

No.

Isn't she jealous?

She has no reason to be.

Then why did you invite her?

She came of her own volition.

I wasn't born yesterday, you know.

She came...

to tell me she forgives me.

You're so innocent, so naive...

That's why I love you!

- Don't touch me. - But Adrien...

My darling.

You're ready.

Great. I'll get the car.

You know, Anna, my son is very fragile.

You mustn't torment him.

I'm not the one tormenting your son.

It's Frantz.

How long have you known Fanny?

Since childhood.

We lost touch when I went to Paris.

But when I returned from the front, we found each other again.

She's helped me a lot.

She lost loved ones too.

- Her brother. - Yes.

I liked him very much.

You know, Anna...

My mother wants this marriage.

It eases her mind.

As for Fanny...

She's brave, she's always loved me.

Would you agree to come to our wedding a month from now?

Fanny and I...

would be delighted.

I don't think so.

It's too late.

Be happy, Anna.

A letter from Anna.

- Anna? - Yes.

“My dear parents...

I'm writing you from Paris,

where I've finally found Adrien.

He's doing well and sends his love.

He is now first violin with the Orchestre de Paris.

I go to the Opéra every night to hear him play.

For private recitals,

he sometimes asks me to accompany him on piano.

We're having a marvelous time.

He's taking me around Paris,

to all the places...

Frantz told us about.

Yesterday, at the Louvre...

we saw the Manet paintings.

How I wish you could be here

to share these moments with us.

I don't know when I'll be home.

I'm happy in Paris...

the city Frantz loved so much.

Take good care of yourselves.

All my love.

Your Anna.”

You like this painting too?

Yes.

It makes me want to live.