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My dear friends, please join me.

(Nice, May 1943)

Thank you.

My dear, the President of the Council,

Laval -

who happens to be my father,

had to go to Germany for urgent business,

but he asked me to thank you, due to your movies -

for your efforts to bring our two nations together.

Darling Arletty,

my dearest friend,

happy birthday.

(Arletty, A Guilty Passion)

It won t be easy to hide my age anymore.

I didn t count

the candles. - Good.

Their light makes you look younger.

And an officer s uniform makes you look older.

I can help if you can t blow them all out.

The cheek of it!

- It s the atmosphere. - Happy birthday my darling!

It s too much.

You re nuts.

Nothing is too good for you.

Miss.

Let me introduce

one of your great admirers. - Really?

I m sorry, I haven t seen all of your movies yet.

Don t you know movies are all make-belief.

You re mistaken I hope.

Well, if my country wasn t already occupying

France I would tell the Wehrmacht to come over

just so I could meet you.

I m just like all of the French, very occupied.

But since you ve already invaded the Free Zone,

I m here for 6 months.

- Excuse me, Josée. - Don t mention it.

Sorry to take your star away,

but she has to get to bed early, we re filming early tomorrow.

Commandant. - Madame.

Antoinette. Duchesse of Harcourt.

Have an excellent night.

They re all delicious.

- Do you know him? - No.

Did you see his eyes?

Don t catch cold.

I ll get the car.

- Madame. - Good evening.

What are you doing here, Marco? You scared me!

Do you want them to catch me?

We have new orders. I m going to London.

Orders have changed here too.

Goering reported his trip, we don t know when he arrives.

I have to go back to Paris with you tomorrow.

Find an excuse to get rid of your mistress.

I wonder what a star thinks about

as she looks at the stars?

She doesn t think at all.

She s hoping for a shooting star.

An eclipsing film star...

could be a shooting star, no?

Well it s time to make a wish Major.

And what are you wishing for?

Me?

The same thing all women wish for,

the wish all girls dream about.

That a man in shining armor takes me away on his horse.

That s the only way

to conquer a woman. - I m an excellent rider.

Too bad you walked over.

To the future!

I m exhausted,

from happiness.

Oh, my darling!

They re lovely.

Lovely. - Thank you for the kiss,

but the flowers aren t from me.

They re from a Boche!

They re from Hans.

She s already calling him by his first name.

Because I don t remember what goes next. His name is so long!

His name is Hans Jurgen Soehring,

Council of War, Assessor for the Luftwaffe in Paris.

- So he s a Boche. - No doubt about it.

He loves literature and French cinema...

and French girls too.

Well, you ve done quite a bit of research!

More importantly, he s Goering s protégé.

So he s dangerous.

For who?

Where are you going?

I hate the smell of roses.

And such a big bouquet is vulgar.

Let s meet at the restaurant.

What s wrong with her?

"I miss you.

"I can t stop thinking about you.

"Hans."

Hans.

Good evening Valentin.

Champagne? It s on the house.

Is that so? Thank the boss for me.

It isn t from the boss, the waiters all chipped in for it...

How kind!

Thank them very warmly for me please.

What s wrong? You look terrible!

Give me a break, you ll never understand.

Who is it? - Who?

That guy alone over there.

I don t know him.

Is that why you re giving him letters,

or rather, messages.

Do you think I m a fool or what?

Now you re jealous. I can t believe it.

I have nothing to hide.

He isn t my lover if that can reassure you.

No, it doesn t reassure me.

Yes?

I d like to see Miss Arletty.

No, that s not possible. No!

She s sleeping.

She s sleeping, don t you understand French?

It s impossible sir!

They refused to let me in with my horse.

They re waiting downstairs.

Love is beautiful.

Shut up.

Antoinette.

Get a grip and think straight.

Goering s close friend -

he could be an excellent source of information.

I love blue eyes.

- Like Antoinette s. - Oh! So that s it!

Our relationship is spiritual.

Amorous combinations

are the only things the gods are interested by.

Better and better!

You can t lie to me, I know you too well.

Flowers aren t enough, you have to sleep with the enemy too.

I wouldn t put it that way.

Oh! And how would you put it?

In love.

Okay! You live in a palace,

you dress like a queen while we all dress in rags

and you act out

a 19th century passion?

Come back down to earth.

In real life, France is fighting a war against the Germans.

The resistance

is fighting. - Love could calm things down.

I m taking a shower.

You won t do that to him?

Because he s part of the Resistance?

Are you resuscitating the dead?

I m filming in 30 minutes, can I take my shower?

Fine!

Cold water is perfect for what you have!

Bitch!

- Do it at least once. - If I rehearse, I repeat and

when I repeat I m more sincere in front of the camera.

And if I m not sincere, your dialogues won t be either.

When I saw your dialogues Jacques,

I could hear myself. They make my stomach churn and my heart beat.

I can t say it any better. Yes?

Come in!

- Oh! - Hello mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle! Oh dear. How very Comédie-Française!

This is Jean-Louis Barrault.

You re so thin!

No, you aren t looking properly.

He isn t skinny, ge s light, ethereal.

Exactly what it takes to play Baptiste.

Because Baptiste is an angel,

not a cherub.

Absolutely. And angels want

to be worthy,

in want of taking.

But you re shaking?

He s thinking about the kissing scene, he s intimidated.

He s like us all, just dreaming about kissing you!

There s only one way to kiss in the movies and that s

giving it all you have.

Is that your son?

You re right, I could be his mother.

I never thought about that.

No. I called him Sky.

Everyone called him Sky because of his blue eyes.

Marie is his little sister,

she was barely born when he died.

When her parents died,

I took care of her. And now, she takes care of me.

I was 16 and he was 18.

And you ve always kept his picture next to your bed?

Yes.

Not a single day without looking at him. Not one.

He was a hero.

He died the first day of WW1.

They say it was a beautiful day. But that isn t a consolation.

You look like Nijinski in the "Afternoon of a Faun".

The Faun and the Sleepwalker.

That s a perfect name for a ballet too.

You spoke in your sleep last night.

More than once.

- And what did I say? - That you loved me.

I wasn t sleeping.

I m never sleeping when I say the truth.

Are you sure?

Because I love you.

I ll always love you, even when the war is over.

I have to go back to Paris tomorrow.

The advantage of the sky

is that it can change all of a sudden,

especially on the coast.

What are you guys sulking about?

Things have changed since last night.

The Italians are going to occupy Nice.

We have to go back to Paris, the film is over.

Really? Terrific!

Well what? Frankly,

a "Crime Boulevard" under a blue sky doesn t help.

Paris is much better!

I ll end up adoring Italians.

Just like the Germans.

Right, and poets and fools too.

This muse has more than one trick up her sleeve.

And as many sleeves.

Touché! Mean poet.

Why don t we rehearse?

Kisses dear Jean-Louis, don t have to be rehearsed.

But nothing beats a woman of experience.

Practice with Madeleine, she s older than you.

Poor skinny actor!

Play Baptiste since she s always been Garance.

You don t have to adjust your hat,

we re going home, go pack! We re going to Paris.

- What? - The Duce is crazy about me.

He s occupying Nice tomorrow morning and I m leaving!

(Paris, July 1943)

I ll have a look at the kitchen.

Well, do you like it?

It s magnificent! It s marvelous Antoinette,

just like everything you do. - That s sweet.

The furniture gets here tomorrow,

but the bedroom is ready. - 12 hours in the train.

And the Seine!

I ll have the Seine at my doorstep every day.

I was sick of the ocean. - And what did you do with Marie?

In the kitchen, where do you think?

Cross your fingers. If she doesn t like it, we ll have to move.

What?

You re different.

I m the same, just more madly in love.

Oh...

Any news from Hans Jurgen?

That s funny, he always asks me the same thing about you.

I reply: I speak to her over the phone every day.

How often does he phone?

Two, three times a day.

Less than me.

Maybe he s busier than you.

That s for sure, he has a war to deal with.

Not you.

We can t be together tonight, darling.

I have to go back to Normandy. My son has a serious

fever. - Perfect! Well,

the kitchen is big and the whole house smells good.

I smell "Havanita", is that a new perfume?

Congratulations Marie! You didn t even notice...

There are so many other things.

Broadcast from London.

We ll begin with a few personal messages.

Gabriel wants to go unnoticed.

The armless takes her in his arms.

We say: The armless takes her in his arms twice.

The ghost doesn t have much to say.

The bombing...

Spit it out!

You re as charming as a prison door. What s wrong?

I just can t take your Soehring since we ve been back.

Soehring at breakfast, Soehring at dinner,

and now, Soehring in the theater.

I must be totally soehringuized. Are you ready?

Yes! No, I forgot my knitting.

You re not going to knit during the play, are you?

- Who cares? - Who are you knitting for?

For French prisoners in Germany.

Do you have to knit such ugly things for them?

Am I expecting someone?

Well no!

Here you are, thank God!

Good evening. - Good evening Mr. Guitry.

I need to have a word with you.

- In the theater. - Certainly not!

I don t want anyone to overhear, it could be...

Dangerous?

Embarrassing. Are we alone?

Don t tell me you re part of the Resistance? I won t believe you.

I m not in the mood for jokes.

Something terrible has happened, terrible.

Tristan Bernard was arrested.

Shit!

He hasn t left for Germany yet. He s in Drancy.

We have to save him. I have a meeting with Schleier,

but I need you.

Me?

Well yes!

I see.

Let s be clear. Don t do a thing.

Just cross your legs and be sexy.

Don t say a thing. I ll do the talking, promise?

I ll promise whatever you want.

So I have to be a dumb blond, right?

- Exactly! - Do you think I m a bimbo?

Look! If you use slang, he won t understand.

You really think I m an air bag, but I m not just any bag!

How can you be so beautiful and so smart?

General, imagine,

and I don t wish to be presumptuous by coming here...

It isn t...

Well!

A desperate man is rotting in one of your dungeons.

- Dungeons? - Jails.

And

this is the sad reality.

Yes, and I can t remember

what I was going to say.

We thought we d come

over - not to surrender and

in all humility. As friends... as neighbors practically.

It s always difficult

to defend a man

without compromising oneself in a way,

and I measure my words.

Because actually...

I can help you, yet -

despite your wonderful theatrical reputation,

I haven t understood a thing that you ve said.

My general, it s quite simple.

Tristan Bernard, a great French writer, a great thinker,

a genius and especially a great friend,

is Jewish, see how simple it is.

He was arrested 2 days ago.

He won t be of any use to you.

The French theater needs him and so do we.

What a great ability to summarize

Miss Arletty!

I love the theater.

I understand.

I ll look into it.

Thank you General.

And what about the Children in Paradise?

- We ll be filming again soon. - Great!

We all need a good movie.

Thanks again. We know

your time is precious.

- Give my best to Hans. - Of course.

You see!

Real life is much easier than the theater.

Jerk!

Hello?

Mr. Le Duc?

It s Arletty.

Thank you, I m fine. I d like to speak to Antoinette.

She isn t home?

Is she out or...

No, she isn t in Paris. If she is, I haven t seen her.

Maybe...

He hung up.

She isn t in Normandy like she said she was.

Her husband thinks she s here, something s wrong.

I haven t heard from her in a month.

Aristocrats always come back. When you cut their heads off,

they grow back! She has more important things to do.

She won t

be the third wheel. - Shut up and knit!

Mr. Jalon.

François Jalon, affected to the Gestapo files.

What do you know about Duchess Antoinette d Harcourt?

I m not surprised that you re interested.

Answer.

Let me remind you that we work for the SS

and not for the Luftwaffe -

if we did, we d spend our time getting back at everyone.

Can you see the board?

Do I have to remind you that Goering got me this job,

who, you probably know,

founded the Gestapo.

Right?

Well...

according to what we know,

the woman is part

of the damned Resistance, she s double dealing with the Laval.

Her absences are suspect. She says she s in Normandy

but she isn t. She s sly, the aristocrat,

but we don t have anything against her yet.

Your friend Tristan Bernard will be free tomorrow morning.

Really?

Well at least that s good news.

Did you get some bad news today?

No.

But Antoinette hasn t phoned yet.

What can you do! We all have occupations.

Is that French humor?

Not bad!

But I don t feel like laughing.

The more my love grows for you, the more...

the more I worry about Antoinette.

Why did she just disappear?

Hans...

If you did know something, would you tell me?

How would I know?

Is it possible to love two people at the same time?

No, but everything is possible with you.

The truth is difficult to say,

but hiding it is even worse.

Lucky the film isn t silent!

I m not joking, Jacquot.

How do you play the truth? That s impossible.

You seem very nervous these days.

Hummm...

So relax.

It isn t complicated.

The truth has no need for ploys.

It s naked, it doesn t say anything, it s obvious.

It s like you.

Leave!

Don t you agree Marie?

Doesn t she look like a deer?

I ll call you

my little deer now!

The Boche s deer!

Marie s right.

I ll say it in German. Mein Reh. Mein Reh.

That s better isn t it?

Oh yes, it s pretty!

Thanks. I m getting drunk.

Hello everyone!

Oh, there she is!

I used my key.

Hans.

Hello my darling.

You look great.

You do too.

Happy birthday

Marie. - Oh, thank you!

Thank you.

You thought I forgot?

Happy birthday. - Thank you.

You ve spoiled me.

It s silk.

Happy birthday, Marie.

Thank you.

That s sweet.

Open it!

I can t accept this.

It s too beautiful.

Of course you can accept! You ve been dreaming about it.

Maybe I prefer dreaming about things rather than owning them.

Okay!

So?

Your trip to Normandy?

- It rained. - How about your son?

My son?

He had a fever.

Oh yes, no!

Right, it was nothing. I even forgot about it.

He wanted to see his mother. Do you have children?

No.

Not yet.

Excuse me.

Antoinette, I m not your enemy.

Then what are you?

Your rival. The Germans

only consider the Resistance as an enemy.

Hans was so happy about his gift.

I didn t ask for it, I m not the one sleeping with him.

You steal that one!

Maybe he stole the cameo, who knows.

Do you think he stole it? Are you crazy!

Do you remember the Zimmermans, our neighbors?

They had to take those buses too. I saw it all.

Do you think they were just going for a stroll?

Or going to the Vel' d'Hiv' to see a bicycle race?

They never came back.

And who knows, maybe he tore this cameo

off Mrs. Zimmerman s shirt, I ll never wear it.

Hans doesn t have anything to do with all of that.

Has he changed nationalities?

You re right,

but the French Government was responsible for the roundup.

Oh! You see?

This cameo comes from a jeweler, silly!

So where were you?

There was a time when I owed you an explanation. That s over.

Do you plan on spending the rest of your life with him?

May I remind you that he s German?

I don t have to justify myself,

especially to someone who comes and goes!

A bit more and I d think you were the Virgin Mary.

Don t forget where I come from.

Poets impress me, not aristocrats.

I left my husband and children for you.

I didn t ask you to.

How can you leave your own children?

Well well!

So she s visiting her duchess?

Your Soehring should be happy about that.

He knows they sleep together, it must excite him.

Who knows! Arletty might be part of the Resistance too.

Don t bug her about that.

I missed you.

So, the duchess is finished soon!

We saw Marco going over there several times.

We ll surprise them next time.

Good, good. Very good.

Thanks, but don t do anything without warning me first.

Is that clear?

Arletty is part of the picture now.

She still goes over there,

although she tries to hide under her sunglasses.

- She isn t in the Resistance. - You can t be sure of anything.

I wouldn t want her to make things difficult for you.

She s with the resistance and that s for sure.

When did she visit the duchess?

Today. We kept a watch out for or a while,

but she was still there when we left.

They must have a lot to talk about.

Sirs.

Sorry I m late my love.

Paris was jam packed.

Where were you?

Excuse me?

- You heard me. - I didn t appreciate the tone.

Interrogation-style may be a German obsession,

but I don t like it.

I was at Antoinette s.

I went over to apologize. I wasn t very nice the other day.

Nothing to make a fuss about!

And you...

And did you make love?

Yes.

Was it good? Yes, like it always is.

What else? You d like to know whether or not I took a shower?

I did because I don t like her new perfume.

Do I feel guilty? No!

Am I happy to see you?

The answer would have been

a thousand times yes, but now I m not sure. Shit!

Hans.

I have nothing to hide.

Nothing.

I would have told you.

After all, you are concerned.

It isn t easy, but I don t want to hurt her.

I should choose, I know, but it isn t easy.

I want things to end naturally.

Or we ll invent something new.

I m not a complicated gal.

I come from Courbevoie, my parents are from Auvergne.

In Courbevoie, love has always been part of our language.

You guys, the Germans...

you ve only known about love since Goethe. It isn t

a tradition for you yet.

Trust me.

You wouldn t want to harm me would you?

What are you afraid of my love?

This damned war is so complicated.

I love you so much.

I m sorry.

Sorry.

Have a nice afternoon.

Free France!

You re shaking. You re not getting enough sleep.

Have some coffee, you ll feel better.

Where can I find some normal cigarettes?

I hate this dark tobacco.

American cigarettes my darling, you ll have to ask the Resistance.

- Or your aunt. - Which aunt?

Your husband s.

Roosevelt s daughter.

She can send you anything! - As if I was asking

Churchill for his cigars.

She s putting pressure on Roosevelt with her Jewish

friends so that America

declares war against us.

Great.

Oh! That s Calvados.

My Normandy! Would you like some?

Never, you know that.

Since we re on the subject of Normandy, Goering is coming.

My father is upset. - This week?

- No, in 2 weeks. - What s the link with Normandy?

He s going to inspect the coasts in Normandy.

A big dinner in his honor of course,

but not a word. For now, it s a government secret.

How about you? Your life? How are you?

I m fine.

Tonight I m dining with our national Arletty.

She sends her best.

How can you stand sharing your mistress with a man?

How frustrating!

You say that as if we were all 3 making love together.

One at a time? You must be very well organized.

Organizing a dinner for Goering is more demanding, believe me!

I m late. I m off!

And... this dinner with Goering is perfect timing.

I just bought myself a beautiful Lanvin dress.

I m going. - Right. See you.

See you.

I wasn t expecting you.

Neither was I.

This is a nice

coincidence isn t it?

There s one thing I can t figure

out about you.

Is it me you don t like

or is it the Germans?

You can still appreciate Germans and not like the occupation

in a free zone disregarding the armistice agreement.

May I remind you my loyalty to the Laval.

I know. You have to admit

that it s the best place to get information,

or how would have the Resistance have been informed?

Are you insinuating that I am a traitor to my country?

- That all depends on what you mean by traitor...

and by country.

A good deal of the French are against Vichy and Germany.

In a couple of years

these traitors may be heroes.

Today s heroes

will be traitors.

The turn of history will tell.

Don t abuse your superiority as an occupier

to try and impress or terrorize me.

Let me remind you that the Harcourts

governed France while

you were simple

peasants in Bavaria or Tyrol.

Well! I see you haven t killed each other yet.

A miracle or I don t know my own name.

You don t know your own name.

You re just a bit too early.

They should change the mirrors.

They ve been damaged.

No they haven t!

They re part of French history. Right Antoinette?

Let me explain.

Last century, courtesans would sign their names

with the diamond their lovers had given to them on these mirrors.

Do you know why?

You know, Antoinette.

Think, Hans.

I have no idea.

To make sure it was a real diamond!

They were incredible!

I probably would have been one since films weren t invented yet.

The good old days, when people knew how to live it up.

Aren t you sick of playing all the time?

As though I wanted you to stop putting on those airs!

I m an actress, you re an aristocrat. What can you do?

That s just the way it is.

What were you expecting from this dinner?

Be realistic.

For the first and last time, I m asking you to choose!

Choose.

I didn t realize you could be so ridiculous.

Maybe, but it s either him or me.

Then it s him.

I need some air.

Ich liebe dich.

Luckily, or I d be a laughing stock.

- Boulogne-Billancourt studios. - Yes ma am.

You look upset and I m sure it s not because of your role.

Carné is telling everyone how wonderful you are.

Exactly, I m afraid of my own self.

My reactions aren t quite normal.

I realize that I have to be madly in love

to play Garance,

to be hopelessly in love

like her and Baptiste.

Sometimes I wonder if I m not more sincere

on stage than I am in real life.

Do you understand?

Do I understand?

No, not really.

I mean...

maybe I m a monster.

No! Not maybe, you are a monster Léonie.

You re the only person who still calls me Léonie.

What s wrong?

Nothing.

I m thinking about my mother, my father.

I don t think they would have liked Arletty,

and I m not sure I do either.

And how about Antoinette, have you seen her?

She s somebody.

I don t want you to harm her.

Too late.

Welcome my friend,

let me introduce you to my guests.

Miss Arletty.

He s thrilled to meet you.

We love French actresses in Germany.

I think he has a crush on Suzy Delair.

He was upset that you didn t accept

their invitations for Berlin.

For a simple reason that you should easily understand,

Hans is still in Paris.

Good evening, Madame.

My respects.

- What a charming evening! - Charming.

Tell me Josée,

why isn t Antoinette here?

Invitations were for a select few.

But I apologized to her.

Goering just wanted government officials.

I m not part of the government.

Indirectly you are, my dear.

We re very open, but not to the point

of advertising your trio in such historical

circumstances.

Josée?

Yes! Excuse me please.

Of course.

You re fine.

Yes, yes. You re doing just great.

Thank you Doctor. Because I can t

be sick with my film. I must have caught a cold.

When is it over?

In 2 months.

You should be fine, but you ll have to rest after.

Is it serious Doctor?

- You re pregnant. - Me?

At her age?

What do you mean at my age?

Shouldn t it be the menopause?

He s a doctor, not a film producer. You can tell him how old you are.

I know him, thank you Marie.

It s a miracle.

Or a dirty trick!

Pregnant.

Shit.

If you don t adapt your dresses you ll be uncomfortable.

Lucienne must have screwed up.

Nobody screwed up, I just gained some weight.

Really?

So?

What did the doctor say?

He said I was pregnant, you re going to be a daddy.

I m just kidding.

He thinks it s indigestion.

How can you joke about that?

You should have seen your face!

It must be the dinner with Goering.

I m glad he can t hear you. Especially because

he doesn t think you re much of a... Nazi.

Is that what he said? And what does not much of a Nazi mean?

Isn t sleeping with a Boche enough?

I know we give Jews away faster then it takes mushrooms to grow,

but, not much of a Nazi?!

Well no, I don t hate Jews.

Do you know what they say where I come from?

One person from Auvergne is worth two Jews.

So go for it, hand me over to Drancy.

I don t get it. What s on that list?

The list was established by the Resistance.

Arletty is listed and so am I.

All active members

of the collaboration are listed and sentenced to death.

There will be a massacre if the Americans invade.

They ve already killed them.

Hans?

I knew you d call back.

Really?

Yes, of course.

On the Carrousel bridge.

Why don t you come here?

Yes, okay.

I just have to get dressed and I ll meet you. Hans?

I love you.

Miss? Odeon 15, please.

Hans?

Why didn t you call me "mein Reh"?

You always call me mein Reh over the phone.

Two seconds ago.

That wasn t you? Shit!

Of course, I promise. I won t move.

Open this file please.

What do you want from me?

This may surprise you,

but working for the Resistance seems legitimate to me.

If you are French and you love your country...

I m sure I d do the same thing if I were you.

It doesn t mean I admire you.

The war will end one day.

When this war - which should have never started is over,

the woman I love will need a friend

in the Resistance.

Do you understand?

Because she ll be in danger.

So... I need to keep you alive.

I ll do everything I can to protect you.

But don t misunderstand,

I don t like you.

I don t like your complacency.

I m only doing this for the woman I love.

You are free to go Madame.

- Marie? Can you answer? - Yes!

Hello? Yes.

Okay, I ll give her the message.

- Was that Hans? - Yes.

He s going on a trip and doesn t have time to drop by.

That s convenient for once. And for what I asked you for?

(Abortion Angel Sentenced to Death)

Yes, and...?

Did you find one? Yes or no?

They re rather discreet.

Do you want some advice?

Certainly not!

It s been a while!

- Hello. - Hello. Is Madame in?

- Well, that is... - I know the way.

I love your lipstick.

Excuse me?

I said, I love your lipstick.

It doesn t stain cigarette butts.

Are you smoking American cigarettes now?

Is there a problem with Hans?

Yes.

A big problem.

And how can I help you this morning?

I m pregnant.

But let me reassure you, it isn t yours.

I m at a total loss.

I ve never felt so lost.

I even think it s the first time in my life.

I wanted Ciel s

child. When he died,

I promised myself I d never have one.

You told me that if you can t take care of your own child,

better

not have one. - That was stupid.

Does Hans know?

Tell him.

Don t miss having a baby.

You ll thank me one day when your child falls into your arms

because he misses you.

In the movies, yes, but in real life, kids don t do that.

Is that why you hardly see

your sons? - No.

I want to protect them from the danger. Do you understand?

My darling.

This is a sticky situation.

Tell Hans.

He has a right to know.

Even if I don t appreciate it, this man loves you.

He really loves you.

We re at war, Antoinette.

It s a bit late to realize.

It won t be lasting much longer if that can reassure you.

Oh really?

Well, you see...

I wouldn t say that was such good news for me.

Keep the baby.

Leave the country with the father.

It s the best thing you can do.

Hans... my love.

I m not feeling very well, but I ll be better soon.

The doctor is confident.

22, boulevard des Capucines.

Madame Loiseau. How could you?

Marie!

Leave her alone, she didn t tell me.

How could you?

- Are you spying on me? - No, not exactly.

- Not exactly. - That isn t the point.

Why did you take that decision without talking to me first?

You know why.

Is the Gestapo following me? Are they following Antoinette too?

No, I m not the one.

Please don t hurt her.

Don t change the subject. I m talking about my baby.

Be honest.

When I told you I was pregnant you should have seen your

face!

As if you had lost the war!

I was surprised.

I was scared, that s all. - Right, you were scared.

Afraid for his future with a German father and a French mother.

And you were right! What future? What life?

I wanted your baby despite my promise to Ciel,

but not in this life.

Not in this life! Not in this life!

Hans.

You should have told me,

unless the truth is much worse than that.

- The truth? - Garance.

Can you imagine Garance pregnant?

That s impossible.

Impossible.

My darling, it s Jacques.

Don t worry, Carné doesn t know.

No one knows. We changed the schedule.

The little Auvergnate from Courbevoie.

Do you know what Garance could say during the kissing scene?

"How could I ever forget you?

"Even in my dreams, you ve always been there.

"You stopped me from getting old, stupid,

"and ugly.

"My life was empty.

"I was so lonely.

"But this is what I d say to myself:

"You can t be sad.

"You re happy

"because someone loved you.'"

So? Do you really think Garance would let herself die?

So are you all alone?

Yes.

I m all alone.

Cut!

Hey, have you looked at yourself?

You look your age this time...

out all the time

with your Boche. We re shooting a film here, not fooling around!

Or the film would be shit! Is that what you want?

OK! So let s have fun!

Where s the make-up artist? Make-up artist!

She has to be entirely re-done.

And you, find her a veil or something!

Hurry up!

Had you shown up like this the first day, I would have fired you!

- Marcel, this is unlike you. - What do you mean?

You re acting like a real bastard.

And it s unlike her not to answer.

It must be more complicated than you think.

Come on beautiful!

We ll take care of it.

He ll calm down.

Come on.

I m ashamed Jacquot.

You can t imagine how bad I feel.

You shouldn t.

And Marcel...

Marcel is wrong.

I m here luckily.

In this scene,

you ve just seen the love of your life.

You come back to this theater every night to endure

the torture because you know that you ve lost him... forever.

At that moment, Garance is destroyed.

Destroyed.

Arletty? Let s go.

Are you married?

No.

So you don t have a little boy?

No.

I don t have a little boy.

So you re all alone?

Yes.

I m all alone.

I have to see her.

I m begging you, Marie.

She s in her room.

I can t live without you.

I want you.

Just you.

Ich liebe dich, mein Reh.

Ich liebe dich.

My faun.

No.

I thought you wanted to remember everything.

I remember everything.

But...

it s like a dream.

It s better.

I m dreaming...

Come.

I m going to Italy... to fight.

No.

Not you.

You re an officer.

They decided I was under too much French influence.

So they retrograded

me to send me for combat.

I m just a simple soldier now...

obliged to execute orders.

They re punishing you for loving me.

It s just because of this war.

And they don t understand this war.

So...

What do you want them to understand about us?

Cut! It s in the box, perfect!

That was great kids!

It s beautiful when you put your whole heart at it.

Sure.

Especially when your heart is slightly broken.

I should have been an actor.

- Who d have written the dialogues? - I don t care.

I would have kissed better than Barrault.

Did they tell you what was going on in Italy?

It s pretty hot for the egg head.

For his German friends too.

You don t like the Germans.

Oh no!

Are they all alike?

No. But when there s a war, people don t differentiate.

Why do you have to be on one or another side during a war?

What side are you on?

Me? I m on the side of love.

I ve always been that way.

You have to like the war to make a choice. I don t like it.

It s always taken away what I ve loved the most.

Are you scared?

No, are you?

I m not.

For you, a bit, yes.

- Do you have any chocolate? - Do you think you re in a palace?

Eat your bread.

- Who s the girl? - Your niece.

Antoinette brought her over and will pick

her up in a few days.

Christmas with a child is more fun, don t you think so?

What s your name?

- Zouzou, and I know you! - I d be surprised.

"Atmosphere, atmosphere,

"do I look like

"atmosphere? Do you think

"I m a shrimp, or what?"

We ll get along just fine! But you look

a mess my darling!

We ll have to find you some clothes.

Come on, stand up!

You re taking a bath Miss Zouzou!

Don t worry,

I ll open the door.

My name is Zouzou, but it isn t my real name.

It s Solange Bathiat and I m Arletty s niece.

Arletty s real name isn t Arletty. Her real name is Léonie Bathiat

and I m her brother s

daughter, Joseph Bathiat,

and I m on holidays in Paris.

I didn t know you had a niece.

Neither did I.

What a nice Christmas present.

Come on!

Look at those stripes!

You re back to being an officer.

I m here.

That s the only thing that counts.

And we really need a man in this house.

No, no star, no star!

Zouzou! Zouzou!

There aren t any stars on Christmas trees.

You re right Zouzou.

A pinecone would be better.

I might have something for you.

Christmas without chocolate isn t Christmas.

Take it.

Hans is the man I love.

People who love each other never hurt each other.

Talk bitch!

Talk!

Where do you take the Jews?

Talk.

Or I ll destroy your face.

They arrested Antoinette.

Zouzou, go upstairs.

Zou!

When did they arrest her? - Tonight.

Where are you going?

Do something the Resistance can t do: save her.

Where s Soehring?

Well? Where is he? - He isn t here yet.

He left early this morning. Didn t he say where he was going?

He canceled his meetings, he can t be reached.

Lucky me! I have all my time today. I ll wait for him.

Who s the head of the network?

Who is it dirty dyke?!!

Excuse me Miss Arletty, may I have an autograph?

Antoinette.

They stopped Antoinette, it s the Gestapo.

Hans.

You have to help. I ve never asked for anything.

She s just defending her country during a war.

The opposite would be a crime, wouldn t it?

You re defending your country too.

Please understand.

Calm down.

Go and see.

Don t look at me. I look awful.

You re not used to this kind of treatment

and they sure weren t easy on you.

Listen to me darling.

If Hans hadn t intervened, I would have left with the others.

You can t imagine what I saw.

When I told you he was a good guy...

You see, he doesn t hate you.

Yes he does.

- You re exaggerating. - No.

He knows the Resistance has sentenced you to death

and he thinks I can save you when the time comes.

Sentenced to death? Me?

Damn!

And to think I ve never wanted to play Marie-Antoinette!

(August 1944)

Please come with me, I beg you.

Come with me. - But you didn t bring your horse.

- I m serious. - Love isn t serious.

- I m talking about the war. - The war is over.

Why won t you listen to me?

Why won t you come with me?

Why?

I d love to come with you,

but not this way.

Despite what people are saying,

this is my country.

I know the French and I owe them everything.

So I can t leave just because things are toughening up for me.

Do you understand?

Leaving with you now is admitting

that I m guilty for loving you and that s not true.

And Antoinette

is here to protect me. - No...

Isn t she?

Don t you trust her?

Yes, but...

the war changes people, and so does peace.

Hans...

If our love is real,

I can go through anything.

Don t you think so?

I ll always love you.

Hans.

Until the day I die.

For the rest of my life.

That s what true love is.

I was expecting you.

You re under arrest.

Perfect timing, I m ready.

- Are you okay, miss? - Oh!

I m not very resistant.

May I sit down please?

No, stand in front of the flag to hear the accusation act.

Léonie Bathiat, we are accusing you for having a relationship

with the enemy, to have been a German intelligence officer s

mistress.

-Intelligence?

I m not stupid, but not only

with the enemy. - You could be sentenced to death.

You don t kid around here, this is no movie.

That s for sure. The text is awful!

A death sentence is what everyone gets when they re born.

Some sooner than others.

What are you accusing me for?

Falling in love with a German officer?

For betraying France!

You re lucky you weren t shaved.

Listen closely, I m going to tell you something.

My heart may be French but my ass is international.

Would you like some more?

Take her out.

Hands off, artwork.

"I m not very good at writing my darling,

"but I hope they aren t treating you too badly.

"'Children of Paradise' is coming out soon.

"We hope you ll be free for the premiere.

"We re all waiting for you, we all love you.

"I ve been trying to reach Antoinette in vain.

"I even tried to find her in her castle in Normandy.

"I miss you, you know. Be careful and don t catch cold.

"Your Marie who never stops thinking about you."

Walk!

"Faun, pity me in this silence I am confined to.

"Feel the kiss of my lips on your hands in the dark.

"I watch you as you think about my love for you, your deer.

"My darling deer, in these ruins,

"a letter from you to help me support our exile,

"I suffer and hope keeps me going."

"My faun, I will never stop

"loving you. In the arms of your warmth,

"I surrender to time." "-From where I am,

"the violence of my love protects you.

"I wish I could suffer for you, my faun.

"I don t know where or when I will see you, you are my universe,

"my love for you is infinite."

(Paris, 1949)

I can smell the ocean.

I d like to live by the sea for the rest of my life.

And when I die,

I want to die

near the ocean.

Hans.

It s so good to see you!

I was looking forward to talking to you, to smelling your skin.

If you only knew how much I missed you.

Come on! We can t stay here.

- Christmas in the theater? - The life of an actress!

And to pack it all up, rehearsal is in an hour.

I want to show you

my last folly. - Wait. Léonie Bathiat,

will you marry me?

What could your present be after that!

I bought it for you.

For both of us.

Isn t this paradise on earth?

It s a pretty little house,

but - you haven t answered...

Yes! That s the answer.

We ll be happy in this house just the two of us.

It s incredible...

how love makes you forget reality, don t you agree?

It s true.

This house is...

It s a small, fragile heart

in face of an ocean of memories. - I don t understand...

Hans.

I ve never felt this poor in all of my life.

I can t give you the family you re looking for.

I can stand losing you...

because...

I ll never stop loving you.

And that s a lot.

"My faun,

"Africa is decidedly too far.

"Since you haven t given me any news,

"I spend my time looking

"at the last picture you sent me.

"The older your son gets, the more he looks like you.

"You look so happy

"together."

- Hello. - Hello.

I m Hans Jurgen s wife.

Hans is dead.

Coffee?

What happened?

He drowned in the Congo River in front of his own son.

The poor boy.

It must be terrible for him.

Yes.

They were inseparable.

I know.

These are all of your letters

since 1944.

I didn t read them.

Hans would have wanted you to have them.

I... I m sure.

Hans was lucky to have you.

Hans was very lucky to love you.

"Condemned to live is often worse

"than a death sentence", she said.

Despite her fleeting eyesight, the image of this passion

never left Arletty.

In 1992, she joined "The Children of Paradise".

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