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When my father's father's father had...

a difficult task to accomplish...

he went to a certain place in the forest...

lit a fire...

and immersed himself in silent prayer.

And his task was accomplished.

Later on, when my father's father was faced with the same task...

BASED ON A LEGEND

he went to the same place...

in the forest and said...

"We no longer know how to light a fire...

but we still know the prayer. "

And his task was accomplished.

Later, we...

- Rachel, the adulteress. - The Spanish guy.

He also went into the forest and said...

- The tennis player. - "We no longer know...

how to light a fire.

We no longer know the mystery of prayer...

but we still know the exact place in the forest...

where it took place. "

And that should suffice.

And it did suffice.

Mommy is sleepwalking, my daddy isn't doing anything.

OH, WOE IS ME

Monsieur?

I'm looking for someone named Simon.

He went into town.

And someone named Rachel.

Rachel.

Madame isn't here. What is this about?

Do they know you?

They'll be back soon.

Do they know you?

Do they know you?

You should address them as "Monsieur" and "Mademoiselle" then,

not by their first names.

- We're not characters in some novel. - Maybe you are.

I heard that they're selling a story.

- You buy stories, Monsieur? - That's right.

- Monsieur? - Mommy is sleepwalking

Daddy isn't doing anything.

But when l was faced with the task...

l stayed at home and said...

BOOK ONE

"We no longer know how to light a fire.

We no longer know the prayer.

We don't even know where the place in the forest is...

but we still know how to tell the story. "

No no no!

No no. No.

No.

Painters will not reveal the secret of suffering.

OH, WOE

Are you the drawing teacher, Monsieur?

IS ME

Indeed. Jack Vache... Bookseller.

My dad says it's mandatory.

l really need to take drawing lessons.

Why is it mandatory?

To master the arabesque.

What have you been studying?

I'm in my last year at Annemasse High School.

I'm taking history.

Right now, we're covering the French Revolution and World War I.

In October, we'll get to the Russian Revolution.

Can I borrow this?

Come see me once you've finished the Russian Revolution, Mademoiselle...

- Marinette Duras. - Angelica?

- Can I borrow this? - Marinette Duras.

- Rafael again, Delphine? - Angelica!

I would like to know why Luther's soldiers...

- Angelica! ...gashed these paintings with spears.

- I'll tell you something, my dear... - Angelica!

They're the least Christian people among Europeans.

Why would the Church have chosen Italy if not to...

- To organize and control. - Exactly.

Good morning, Professor.

- Or bookseller. - My wife will pay you tomorrow.

- This one or that one? - I'll take these two.

89 francs.

- Maybe... - Maybe what?

I don't know.

I'll tell you, children.

Painting will not reveal the path

to the external vision of the universe.

Look, the women from Algiers.

... in an almost jealous contemplation...

of the human face and gestures.

It's in the light that one should compose...

- The painters won't reveal... ...to illuminate them...

... the secret of suffering. It’s for us to accept and understand...

... with the harmony of the most distant stars...

... to look deep within ourselves to see if we have also loved.

... and the most stark darkness.

Good morning, Monsieur Rigaut.

So, how's life treating you?

Like-like soap...

P-pastor...

m-melting away...

ls not the voice of friends sometimes haunted...

by an echo of those who preceded us on earth?

And does the beauty of women from another time...

bear no resemblance to that of our friends?

So, then it's up to us to comprehend...

that the past requires redemption...

an infinitesimal part of which is perhaps within our power.

There is a mysterious encounter between...

past generations and our own.

We were expected on earth.

Angelica.

Angelica!

It’s that it's a question of origin.

It’s that today fear clearly arises...

in the face of possibility.

Our epoch is in search of a lost question...

as if weary of proper answers.

It’s that it's a question of origin.

It’s that today, fear clearly arises...

in the face of possibility.

Our epoch is in search of a lost question...

as if weary of proper answers.

IN SEARCH OF GOD

- Madame, Madame? - Madame, Madame?

Shit! For God's sake!

What now?

We didn't really understand the last lesson.

What is Romanticism exactly?

School is over.

Please, Madame Monot.

It's very important.

Please, Madame Monot.

It's very important.

- We beg you. - We won't bother you again.

You have our word.

The given word.

The given word...

"which made him in his own eyes

- The equal of those impeccable men..." -"Lord Jim."

"...who never fall out of the ranks."

"The inspector's words,

'Romanticism, Romanticism'

seem to ring over the distances

LAW OF SILENCE

that will never give him up now

to a world indifferent to his failings and his virtues..."

"And to that ardent and clinging affection...

that refuses him the dole of tears...

in the bewilderment of a great grief...

and of eternal separation. "

But Baron Hulot also asks, "Can l bring the little one?"

- "Cousin Pons." - "Cousin Bette."

- That's right. - Thank you, Madame.

Thank you, Madame.

May I have a word with your husband?

Eric, you should think about repairing the roof!

- Eric! - Shit! For God's sake!

That's what makes the walls of a house solid

and a roof that doesn't cave in...

that's the truth.

Monsieur Simon,

- Please call Monsieur Paul. - Oh, yes.

Do you believe in revenge?

Eric, Madame Donnadieu is downstairs.

Anne.

Anne, listen to this. It’s for Sunday...

"lf France is to allow a resurgence...

of religion...

it will be in the joyous magnification...

of the divine within all of us. "

It is easy to put together flowery words.

It's taking them back that's hard.

Tea, Clemence.

Yes, master.

"False statements are dead weight we carry for years."

You're exaggerating, Anne. That's from Mallarme.

I'm not going to tell you,

but be careful, Eric.

I know you.

No, thank you.

Please,

please,

please!

- What is it, Madame Donnadieu? - Clemence!

Clemence! Clemence!

Clemence!

What is it?

Five days ago, I learned that it's possible

for the flesh to be sad.

Who told you such nonsense?

My body.

I didn't know that before.

What are you talking about?

Shit!

- You're having fun. - No, you're the one having fun.

- I have work to do. - Clemence!

Little devil!

What are you talking about?

- My God, about my husband. - My God.

Your God, Madame,

- Or your husband? - Clemence!

VERY HIGH

Pull yourself together.

Clemence, you're offending God.

But, Pastor, can't you see that it's him...

On Wednesday, during the chorus, did I look awkward?

No, Madame.

No, Madame.

- The Church often says that God's laws

are the same as those of love.

You seem much more intelligent than I am.

Unfortunately, I don't see it.

Why don't you start over from the beginning?

WE WERE EXPECTED ON EARTH

Stop acting like an idiot!

- Ondine, are you coming? - Ondine?

- Ondine? - Ondine?

- Five minutes, Monsieur. - Yes, Monsieur.

Ondine!

- Mademoiselle? - Monsieur?

- Ondine! Ondine! - Why not this one?

Why don't you become the dress or something?

Not this time, Max.

Leave, victim.

Where is this Rachel?

- Bastard! Bastard! - Putting yourself out of your misery

is not necessarily worse than living a life of resignation.

Rachel Donn... adieu.

Simon.

- Quick, get a doctor. - But I'm the doctor.

And I'm the drawing teacher's new girlfriend.

Or bookseller.

Dr. Valles, it's nice to meet you. We need a fourth person.

The colonel is gone.

Rachel.

- Donnadieu. - Simon.

We said the garage, Simon.

Yes, but Paul says we need to sign the papers tomorrow night or never.

Tomorrow night, it will be Nelly,

Monsieur Vaché, Madame Monot

- And maybe Dr. Valles. - Josette, Paul?

- Is it free on the fourth? - What about the hotel?

Those fucking bankers want it. We have to move fast.

This way, Monsieur Lombard.

- I guess I'll manage without you. - I still haven't spoken to Rachel.

- Are you crazy? - I don't know.

You're crazy, Simon. You're crazy.

It has nothing to do with me.

The tennis player.

- Monsieur. - Monsieur.

The tennis player.

- Max Mercure. - Stefan Elbaum.

The tennis player.

You're here for the championship?

No, I work in communications.

- We are making progress in this area. - Rachel!

- That's right. - Rachel!

Employees waste their time earning a living

and the consumers waste their lives trying to save time.

My name is Abraham Klimt.

My name is Abraham Klimt.

The brother and the sister.

- All right, let's go. - Yes, Lieutenant.

What if there's a war?

My parents named me Abraham Klimt.

Not identifying myself with anyone in this story...

where honor and shame is very far...

from how we see them in the world today...

and in placing myself among the ordinary.

l find, for this very reason, a strange...

loathing in saying crudely...

what the audience has probably already...

discovered on their own.

A similar loathing might seem ridiculous...

were it not for the realization that

- The cinematic language is imperfect. - Anyone here?

- There is always someone. - There is always something dirty,

degrading even...

in exposing the truth.

But it didn't last.

She has an enormous ass.

Something spoken or written is forbidden.

Go reheat the soup. It's 5:00.

The pastor knew it!

After all, Rachel came to see him two or three days later.

- But, after what? - After what?

Imagine someone who, with the only weapon available,

wages war against God Himself.

- One must not believe in Him. - In who?

In God.

On the contrary,

what would be the point of all this?

Monsieur, I would say it would be madness.

Yes, perhaps it would be.

No, on the contrary.

I think it's someone who sees God clearly,

as we say, "as plain as the nose on your face."

Thus seeing him

in all his simplicity, even his vulgarity.

BOOK TWO

Which one is she?

- Get lost. - There she is.

- What is this sloppy work? - It's not his fault.

- Did I ask you what time it was? - Dear friend...

- Still nothing? - Yes, okay it's forgotten.

- A beer for Madame. - It's him.

Something's wrong. I smell a storm coming.

No, Simon, slowly.

It's not your fault.

- What do l do? - Sit in a corner.

ln any case, you're in all of them.

Learn their lines.

- It’s not easy being human. - Woe is me.

"...of certain things whose existence

is neither demonstrable nor plausible.

The very fact that serious and conscientious men

treat them as existing things,

bring them a step closer to existence

and the possibility of being born."

Does she kiss him?

Listen, as far as I can tell...

he saws her ass in half.

Yes, but does she kiss him?

Listen, as far as I can tell,

he swallows her breasts.

Yes, but does she kiss him?

Listen, as far as I can tell,

she takes his head in her hands

she put her lips next to his,

but maybe not to kiss him.

"We cannot free ourselves,

and we call that democracy."

Did you know that "The Communist Manifesto"

was published the same year as "Alice in Wonderland"?

Take the Ascension, for instance. It's an old idea

that existed 2000 years before Christ.

And Baghdad.

During the war, everyone... the Russians...

the Americans, the French,

the Germans, the Chinese... Everyone...

forgot about the 32 temples.

- The ziggurats. - That's right.

So, are they more beautiful than the pyramids?

We're not talking about Egypt, Mademoiselle.

They're not tombs, stairs for the gods,

so that they can come back to Earth.

Such erudition!

Erudition is not the acquisition of knowledge

but an adventure.

- Another red? - No more red.

- Tomorrow night. - But for the last communist

- Of our young Europe. - I have to be in Calcutta on Saturday.

- The kids. - Yes, okay.

Get your priorities straight, Monsieur.

With the Communists I will go to my death,

but not one step further.

Gentlemen?

What are you looking at?

I'm looking at them.

In the past in Russia,

we used to call them "souls."

If the stairs were destroyed,

the gods would no longer descend?

No.

Good night, Madame Donnadieu.

Good night, Pastor.

Angelica. Angelica.

Angelica. Angelica.

- She's dead. - Angelica.

Maybe, but perhaps her likeness remains.

Woe is me, Angelica.

Benjamin, tell him to get lost!

- Come on, Monsieur. Please leave. - It was a film with Viviane Romance.

Angelica. Angelica.

- Monsieur? - Monsieur.

- Monsieur? - Madame?

- How are you, Rachel? - You're early.

The final eighth quarter.

- Quarter final. - "The eye is not satisfied

- With what it sees..." - Monsieur?

"...nor the ear filled with hearing. "

- Quarter final. - I'm looking for someone named Nelly.

"The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be. "

- A tall blonde like in a Peter Cheney. - "And that which is done...

is that which shall be done."

- It's me. The bank agreed. - Great!

Final eight, quarter final.

Semi-final.

- Monsieur? - Abraham Klimt, publisher.

I'm trying to find out what happened...

on the afternoon of July 23, 1989.

I'm not sure if you can really call it a story.

BOOK THREE

l told you he was spying, your bastard of an drawing professor.

Or bookseller.

God bless his soul.

By the way, what happened to him?

He's a Communist, so they got rid of him.

- I think I know. I remember that... - I recall that.

I remember.

Wasn't it the day I met Stefan,

and I said "so long" instead of "hello"?

That's right, my dear.

What a fucker!

He compared Rachel's ass to the pastor's wife's.

It's Rachel I'm interested in.

But the book is missing some pages.

I look for them... that's my job.

She was your friend?

I remember. We were early,

Madame Monot was too.

Rachel was sitting on the bridge.

She was not! She swam there.

That's not true. She was walking in the water.

Monsieur.

You sell images, as you should.

THE PAST IS NEVER DEAD

You should know if certain things are impossible to see.

Stop it, Stefan!

HE DIDN'T EVEN COME

So, nothing new. What do you think?

- l can't see it. - Impossible to see.

What's your book about exactly?

Neither about content, nor about structure.

l never thought that Simon loved Rachel

as much as she loved him.

- Monsieur? - Monsieur?

I don't think you can say that exactly.

I don't think I'm going.

On an occasion like this? Don't be an idiot, Simon.

I need to ask Rachel tonight.

We had other plans.

Tonight.

- Why not tomorrow, Paul? - Tonight?

I don't know.

Bring Rachel. She'll go to the casino with Josette.

- How's it going, Rachel? - You're early.

Rachel, as from the Lord.

- Mademoiselle? - Monsieur?

ALL IN ONE

l want it to be a surprise.

Besides, it will be 5:00 in the morning.

Not necessarily.

As a first assistant...

you suck, Max.

lf she goes too, I'm screwed.

Trust me, Monsieur.

You don't want a woman like all the others.

It's a horrible shock that you're going away.

What's the point of desire...

- lf you need a body? - Love.

Our first argument...

that we had been dreading.

I'll tell the poppies by the wayside.

They'll be red with emotion.

I think they'll be ashamed,

because Simon is leaving Rachel.

Three or four hours, my little lady.

Make up your minds, you two! I'm leaving.

In my opinion, Rachel doesn't really love you.

The word "dispute" rhymes with "prostitute."

So...

I've always wanted to tell the world...

that I love my husband...

even shout out loud

like with a mission or a crime.

A crime?

- There, it's done. - Shut up.

Just go, Simon. Hurry up.

Maybe there are women waiting for you.

Come then. You'll see.

It's your idea.

What is this face thinking about?

About kissing those lips.

Run, Simon, fast.

Tomorrow morning when you wake me, I'll be blushing with pleasure.

MAN IS THE SHADOW OF GOD FOR THE WOMAN WHO LOVES HIM

l found this for you...

and this for your husband.

- "The Law of Silence." - It’s a shame we don't...

hate each other.

- It’s not a first edition. - l'll be so happy when you leave.

It's really not a bad translation of "I Confess."

- I'm taking the Lancia. - Paul's going to beat you up.

Third place in Monte Carlo.

We've won the 1000l1000 with these cars.

BOOK FOUR

It's no good.

It's no good. There's no lizard.

Good morning, Monsieur Benjamin. Anything new?

Yes, we received a bunch of horror films.

Is it true that Rachel and Simon had a fight,

- And it was actually their first time? - What's the matter?

Monsieur Straub always uses double negatives.

- Maybe he does. - I'm looking for a lizard that moves

in the lower frame at about the 18-minute mark.

Mom, what's a negative?

The positive is given to us when we're born, my love,

and then it's up to us to turn it into a negative.

Is it true, Madame, that a man with the same color eyes as yours

spoke of the sky and the clouds?

The clouds, sometimes.

All is in One, and the Other is also in One.

These are the three people.

And the Other is also in One.

Goodbye, Jacquot, Rachel, Nelly, Madame Monot.

Have a good evening, Valles.

l didn't know that "so long" means "hello" here.

And "goodbye."

Madame Donnadieu?

- It’s because... - There's always a "because"!

It’s because we're still on former Dukes of Savoy territory.

Nothing ever really changes.

- Everything changes. - Drawing teacher.

Or bookseller, Madame Monot.

The sky changes as well.

But its variations are less pronounced

than those of trees and water.

The clouds sometimes form maps.

But it's usually a multicolored dome

where blue dominates.

During the day, the blue fades into white

while joining the blue of the earth.

After sunset,

the horizon will turn orange,

blending into a tender violet above.

But deep down, the blue remains

and the night preserves it.

As for the stars,

they hang like lamps in the enormous vault.

The distance between them and the vault is nothing

when we think of what lies beyond.

And this depth, which surpasses all color,

in the end will be

liberated from the blue.

- I'm going home. - Bye! Let's get together on Sunday.

I'm going to swim for a bit with Rachel.

A slight detour as a result of fear and despair...

is perhaps the best path for us in this world.

He murmurs.

He murmurs.

THUS, GRADUALLY, THE PAST RETURNS TO THE PRESENT

THROUGH THE IMAGINARY STAGE OF A VISUAL EXPERIENCE

WHICH ALWAYS DRAWS ATTENTION.

"Wild Orgy."

They want to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders,

but not the weight of their sins.

"Cannibal Man."

For evil to exist,

the creature that God created in His image must also exist.

"The Devil's Daughter."

I don't think it's going to be easy.

There are images,

and there are icons.

What did you say? "Cones"?

Forget it. Let's go.

- Close up, Benjamin. - You'll publish a good book.

Pages will be missing from all the right places.

The name that parents give to a child,

which is entirely subjective...

is the only trace that still survives

of the divine language in the language of mortals.

In the same way that man borrows from God...

AND THE OTHER

the means to form his own destiny...

, AND THE OTHER IS

beginning with his name.

- I want to speak to... - That's right.

AND THE OTHER IS IN

AND THE OTHER IS IN A

I received your letter.

I'll be back.

Benjamin told me about you.

The young man from the video store.

Oh, yes, the banana.

I'm good friends with him.

The others disgust me.

And Ludovic died in Dubrovnik.

Monsieur, have you noted that in French

there are the words "life" and "kids" in the word "Yugoslavia"?

No doubt.

Aude, I want you to register the residents.

Don't forget the flowers.

- Don't worry. - Monsieur.

Monsieur.

You mentioned in your letter that you had seen something.

Amiel, you are related to...

The famous writer of the journal, exactly.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

No one completely knows the way.

Even the slightest step can blind us.

Monsieur, I don't have much time. I have to take care of the flowers.

Here's what I know...

a man was here. I saw him...

My God, two men.

Up till now, I haven't learned anything new.

All I know is that there's a blue-eyed man.

No, that one doesn't count.

Simon and his Lord.

Monsieur...

do you know of the 10 historical propositions

- Of the Old Testament? - No.

The Sholom text affirms

that a tradition exists concerning the truth,

and that this tradition can be passed on.

It makes me laugh,

because the truth that we are talking about

has all sorts of properties,

but not one that allows for it to be passed on.

What are you talking about? I don't understand.

You say that well...

"I don't understand."

But I have seen it.

No, heard it. Yes, that's right.

What I do know is that you were not alone.

- There was Ludo... - Please.

Forgive me. You're right.

I was already there,

which undoubtedly explains this.

I was sitting there...

no, a little bit further.

Come on. Another voice check, Monsieur.

The usual Psalm.

All is in One...

and the Other is in One.

Certain elements of high culture have faded out...

- Not bad. ...such as music.

One more time.

All is in One...

and the Other is also in One.

- For example... - And those are the three persons.

...around 1600. - What about the hair, Max?

Or the hymns that were sung in churches around 1700.

Back then, the human ear heard extraordinary accents...

Did you know those hymns, Aude?

- Watch the path, my Lord. - Quiet, I'm listening to something.

- She is easily touched by words. ...used since the 13th century.

She's straightforward, and isn't vindictive.

He's a simple man.

He loves the lake and it's 32 types of wind.

Has some money,

but nothing flashy,

not even a Mercedes.

Just an old Lancia, I think.

You think that's good?

Ye of little faith.

Oh, excuse me, Max.

The raincoat, for God's sake.

BOOK FIVE

We are not asking you to live a real life,

to fuel her passion,

to be what this woman is...

a truth.

Poor woman.

5:00 in the morning is a little "short."

Your French is excellent, Monsieur.

You have to prolong night, Max.

On earth, the night belongs to everyone.

It doesn't take orders.

It's the only democratic success.

Tonight, we'll improvise.

- God bless you. - Max!

Lorelei? Lorelei?

- I need to find a girl, too. - Yes, Madame?

You can go if you want.

Monsieur and Madame won't be dining?

Monsieur is not coming home tonight.

Thank you, Madame. Goodbye. See you tomorrow.

Who's there?

It's me... Simon.

Why are you here?

AND THESE ARE

Did you buy that hotel?

I’m going back. Paul is waiting for me.

l wanted to kiss you.

It’s over, Simon.

AND THESE ARE THE THREE PERSONS

Why are you so proud?

Rachel!

Well, maybe I'm proud compared to other people,

but honestly, I consider myself humble.

Something's wrong.

Tell me, Simon, what's wrong?

You're getting on my nerves! Sorry.

Everything's fine.

I'm waiting for you, but you don't see that.

It's annoying.

You were supposed to come back tomorrow morning.

- Don't you realize I was expecting you - Kissing...

tomorrow morning and that you're screwing everything up?

Kissing isn't the end of the world.

It's over already.

Another way.

I can't do anything else

because I'm waiting for you,

and you shouldn't be here.

Listen, my love.

Oh, what is that word supposed to mean?

- Are you sick? - No.

But when I left earlier, something didn't feel right.

We didn't act out the scene very well.

If you really want to know, it was you in particular when you said,

"Simon is leaving Rachel."

No one bought it.

Ask them.

You had that malicious look, you know,

staring into oblivion.

Your voice wasn't even trembling.

Your voice wasn't even trembling!

Not even.

No, I wasn't staring into oblivion,

but at the clouds, my Simon.

And I'm trembling right now. I was then, too!

The water hadn't looked right either...

it should have been a deep blue.

We later discussed the exact color.

You hadn't left.

You were listening.

We need to redo the scene.

I'm going to take you...

into my arms.

Don't give me orders.

My love is here.

Don't you understand that I'm waiting for you?

I swear I'm waiting for you.

My God, buy the hotel... fast.

I'm going to bed.

Keep going.

What do mean?

Saying, "My God."

NOR CREATOR

You eat candy now?

My God, you're like another Simon.

That's right.

I don't want another Simon.

- I am your lover. - I don't have lovers.

You have "one" lover, and he's right here.

I have a husband, and he isn't here.

I'm waiting for him and I'm sleepy.

I'm going to bed.

I could very well be your lover.

Impossible.

Why?

l can't see.

l can hardly see anything, Mademoiselle.

Allow for some leeway.

And, by the way, you're not supposed to...

discuss a vision.

The image will probably come, Monsieur...

once redemption has taken place.

- Saint Paul. - According to you,

there can be no image, Mademoiselle.

Not the ones we're talking about.

I thought I told you I didn't see anything.

Well, maybe a few medieval images.

Look at our poor television.

Not even.

- I'm sleepy. See you tomorrow morning. - I'm afraid of sleep

as one is afraid of a big hole

filled with some vague horror

leading who knows where.

- Where am I? - They all say that.

Where am I, my God?

Your skin is very white

as if all the blood has gone to your hair.

Where am I, I asked you?

In the arms of a lover, that's where you were.

How horrible. No, I'm sorry, Simon.

We're being formal. Have you gone mad?

You are in my home,

but I've arranged it to be like yours.

It was like the beginning of...

- Seeing something... - Why the formality?

... identical from all sides. - But I’m asleep.

- As if what was almost apparent... - I’m dreaming.

... hesitated in revealing himself. - It amuses you to say it.

It's summer, the nights are short.

Max had warned me that I wouldn't have any luck.

It's night, Rachel, there isn't any doubt...

even if I changed it to day.

- Everyday objects seemed to cast... - What are you talking about?

... a dim shadow everywhere... - No chance.

- I loved you. ...without any light to explain...

the shadow, without any projection that...

- Would explain it being visible. - Monsieur, who are you?

- Besides, she wasn't even visible. - You're not Simon!

Why?

I am in everyone of you.

I had a little boy.

He gave his life for you.

- For you all. - "You all"?

I guess you're in this little ant as well?

In principle, yes.

But that night I was looking for shelter

in Simon.

Why Simon?

Because he's weak

and you're strong, or at least I hope you are.

I'm wrong often.

Now, I'm asking from what... No,

where are you talking from?

On waking, five minutes ago,

you said my name.

What name?

My God, I don't understand.

You see? With a possessive,

and in the kitchen also.

I am indeed yours.

Simon, I beg of you, what's up with you?

Monsieur, I beg of you,

what happened?

Here is my story.

You slept with me.

EVERYBOD Y SLEPT, AS IF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE

WAS AN ENORMOUS ERROR

Here's my story.

For a week l created everything...

and on the seventh day l rested.

That is what you learned in Sunday school.

But what they didn't tell you was that while...

l was asleep, another came...

the Eternal.

And he touched everything...

creating havoc...

and on Monday everything had to be redone.

Since then, there is war everywhere.

Do you know Leopardi?

- The great Italian poet? - Yes.

He spoke very well of that time.

With me, what happened?

- You went upstairs. - I want to know.

- Yes? - You got undressed.

- Yes? - Me too.

I don't know.

Yes, I think so.

You looked at the lights outside.

You breathed deeply.

That's right.

You whispered something.

Probably.

That a slight detour through fear and despair

allows you

to save your place in the world.

Absolutely.

I was downstairs.

- I took three steps into the veranda... - "Onto" the veranda.

...and I entered here.

Simon, I came into this room and I fainted

and nothing happened.

It's day, and... I don't know. And you, Simon, are killing me.

I'll start over again.

It's night.

We need to get everything out in the open.

I entered this room...

Okay, I'll start over again as well.

I don't understand.

Having a lover... this is disgusting.

l think a lover only wants love...

not the other, in front of him.

And also, I like the windows open...

and fresh curtains.

Dear God...

have you thought of Simon?

No, you have not thought of him.

You're right. l didn't think of him.

It’s not very courageous.

It was written that l be faithful to the nightmare of my choice.

I don't understand this kind of phrase.

Of course, it's not a world where things come easily.

If you don't have a round head, who will compliment you?

It's nice to love everyone,

me in particular.

To be in everyone's heart.

This is my body.

Yes, but in the meantime,

it's Simon's body.

- What will become of me? - There was a time when l thought...

it was wise to mix comedy and tragedy.

Because you're in charge of the "word,"

- You will have to be a lie. - How l wish l could tell them apart.

- That will be fair. - God protect us from actors.

A vision cannot be seen.

God isn't a character.

Not you, not me, no one, nothing but forms.

Be very sure

You have used all that communicates...

Now, him.

- Through stillness and silence. - What is he doing here...

in another?

SIMON WOULD NOT HAVE LOVED YOU IN VAIN

The great innovation of Christianity...

was the Resurrection.

I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TO LOVE FOR NOTHING

- But bodies have a sex. - Exactly.

There is possible in the impossible.

- By the way, why me? - There should be.

l am not that pretty.

That's not entirely wrong,

but l only like faithful women.

So you like complications.

You've got it wrong.

When it comes to fidelity, I've beaten all records, that's true.

But on the other hand, I only succeed in simple things.

Look at my marriage to Simon.

And because I don't try anything else,

people think I can do anything.

They expect me to do miracles.

There will come the day when I'm put to the test.

But there also, I'm average.

I'm not worthy of any challenge.

One day, but the day is here.

It's happening so quickly and so slowly.

No one ever told you the first creatures

on earth to become aware of time

were also the first to smile?

You're not missing any pages, Monsieur?

There's simply nothing to see.

I DON'T SEE YOU

l would still like to say...

An event is something that happens.

It simply has meaning.

"Be in my image."

The commandment to mankind means

"Let me sanctify myself in you so that you may then be sanctified. "

Lovers don't say anything different.

Do you mind?

Looking at the invisible is exhausting.

Right now, it's daytime, isn't it?

Right now, it's daytime, isn't it?

You are deaf.

Rachel.

Cruel.

But l got what l wanted.

You have nothing at all.

To love, you have to have a body.

Without Simon, you do not exist.

You don't enter somebody's home like this.

That's not true.

This is what's true.

ln 1932 the Dutchman John Oort...

studied stars that began moving away from the Milky Way.

Soon, as expected...

gravity started pulling them back.

ln studying the position and velocity...

of these returning stars...

Oort was able to measure the mass of our galaxy.

He was surprised...

to discover that the visible matter...

only represented 50% of the mass necessary...

to deploy such a gravitational pull.

What happened then...

to the other half of the universe?

Phantom matter was thus born.

- Omnipresent... - Don't enter.

... but invisible.

Even as the wise men know that each day is earned.

This will be the daily prayer.

Because their words did not illuminate...

they do not go gently into the night.

"Grave men, near death...

Blind eyes could blaze

Like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light,

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears,

I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night."

You say that when I loved Simon, l overshadowed him?

He overshadows you when he loves you.

When I put my arms around Simon's neck...

Yes?

...I do say, "Simon."

Yes yes, I know.

Do these two extended arms

slowly closing in an embrace...

just until...

Just until?

Just until these two hands meet each other,

the fingers enlacing.

Is this gesture of love, not...

Yes, Rachel?

...the act of prayer?

4:00 in the morning.

5:00 in the morning.

Act three.

Simon is not here.

I'll wait for 15 minutes.

Maybe he went straight to the cafe.

All is in One.

And One is in another.

And these are the three persons.

I'll go ask the minister.

What's your husband's name?

Are you angry?

They made me walk, but I'm used to it.

Friendship... Doesn't it mean anything to you?

What is it?

I don't know this word.

Yet it's a common word.

You're getting on my nerves.

What are you talking about?

It seems that it runs deep within all of us...

and brings together very different people.

- It makes them perfectly equal. - Simon.

Peter, Mary.

You see, there are no coincidences, my little lady.

No, I don't believe it.

Well, maybe, I think.

What we believe is an image of the truth.

I thought I told you

that I'm the one who is touched by words.

I don't have any experience,

no responsibility,

not the slightest ambition

in this conflict of man.

I'm going.

Events are what happen.

They are what has meaning.

History is not made...

except in its telling.

But in revealing it...

we lay bare our dreams.

WOE IS ME

How dare we reveal our dreams...

to the light?

Each of us carries within us invisible dreams.

Music carries us all to this ray of light...

you know?

Emerging through the curtains while the orchestra is...

tunes its violins.

And so our hands slip and separate.

Our bodies touch hesitantly.

Each avoids waking the other from his or her dream

to push them back into darkness...

- Leave the night to the night... - Good night, everybody.

...that is not daylight. - Good morning, everybody.

Hello, Miguel.

- How we love them. - You know everyone.

TO LOVE FOR NOTHING

It’s my job.

All my instincts tell me that nothing happened.

Because of you, since yesterday...

l have but one word on my lips...

the word "love."

Woe is me.

Do not ask me to tell you.

My dear God, l want to suffer like the rest...

and even more so.

But l don't want to give up.

Defeat is disheartening.

How does one submit to the will of God?

Do we resign ourselves to being loved?

Love the world in me, if you will...

but not me in the world, please.

Please, please please please...

please please.

Does becoming immortal not really interest you?

Being immortal?

What's the point?

I was told that everyone desires it.

What will become of me if I don't die?

Life will end.

I am not like everyone else.

A bit proud and arrogant.

Yes, proud compared to others,

but I consider myself humble.

You've already told me this.

Yes, but I didn't know it was you.

I thought it was Simon who was here.

It's our first argument, and I love you.

How do you know it's not me?

Rachel.

Me...

Simon.

Shall we go?

Yes, Lieutenant.

What if there were a war?

We'll be late.

- Oh my God. - Bye.

I'll be back late. Don't expect me back for dinner.

No, let's go.

Every man for himself.

Nothing escapes...

representation more than Yugoslavia.

THE SKY DIGS HOLES AMID THE LEAVES OF GOLD

Terrible, Max, terrible.

When you unjustly intensified the cruel ty of their lives...

- Let this be mandatory, regardless. ...you deprived them...

of the courage to refuse it.

Only certain things...

Goodbye, Ludovic. You're off to fight the war?

Yes, Madame Donnadieu.

OCTOBER ELECTROSCOPE SHUDDERED AND SLEPT

Somewhere in between Denges and Denezy...

a young woman returned home.

Monsieur?

When you're on your own, you get by, more or less.

When you're on your own, you get by, more or less.

What is unbearable is when others

suffer seemingly unjust misery.

You're talking about Madame Donnadieu.

Nothing more than a bad dream. We all have them.

THE THING IN THE HOLE IS ALL YOU C ARE ABOUT

Poor woman...

all the perfumes of Arabia won't remove a non-existent stain.

No. No!

It works.

You aren't even reading it, Simon.

Are you feeling bad about the hotel?

A garage is something different.

No, Paul, not at all.

It's your fault, anyway.

You shouldn't have gone back and kissed Rachel.

I was back here two hours later, Paul.

But it is my fault.

- Where does we sign? - Next to your name, Simon.

Our venerable and enlightened Church has discovered

that if we act as though we have faith,

it is given to us freely.

- Gentlemen. - Ludovic.

There are immoral leaders as well.

You call them faithful... I call them sick.

The most profound human instinct is to challenge the truth.

In other words, what is real.

"The truth is perhaps sad." Your Peguy?

No, Ernest Renan, Doctor.

The first axiom... a proper ty is positive

if its negation is negative.

The second axiom...

theorem... There exists an X

and X resembles God.

Simon...

Donnadieu.

LIKE A NOVEL

Rachel.

So, my friends, I'll see you all in September.

Where are you going on vacation, Madame?

Oh, I think I'll stay here.

ALL OF US ARE SURROUNDED B Y INVISIBLE DREAMS

You're not going to give us any homework?

- l can if you'd like me to. - Yes yes yes!

Can I give you a lift?

- Count your pages, children. - No.

- We start by celebrating the number... - The train station isn't far...

...the number of pages read. - l could use the exercise.

Then we sigh over the few we have left.

- Still looking for the missing pages? - No more than 50 pages.

l hope l didn't discourage you.

You'll see that there's nothing more...

exquisite than this sadness.

Blind but not deaf, Mademoiselle.

- "ln such a way had vanished... - Good luck, Monsieur.

... all the worlds and harbors and roadsteads and atoll lagoons...

where Ariel had lifted her laid anchor...

and gone on across..."

- "'That was the best time we ever had,' - "...and over..."

...Frederick said...the erasing sea-rim..."

'Yes, you may be right.

That was our best time! '

Said Deslauriers."

"A Sentimental Education"!

"'That's wonderful,

but what will happen to Mimi, Gilbert and Dorothy?

Nothing? '

'They will continue being Mimi, Gilbert and Dorothy.

Like you and me, we'll continue being ourselves,

and the Quinns will continue being the Quinns.

A murder is a fatal blow

for the one who dies,

and sometimes the killer.'

'That may be, ' Nora said,

'but it's all pretty unsatisfactory."'

"The Thin Man."

The end is better in English.

I'll repeat myself.

Everyone expressed themselves as best as they could,

and quite openly... except you.

Why?

Don't worry.

As the Americans say, it's "off the record."

Nothing happened.

But that man in your image.

There is only one man here... Me.

Darkness can permeate the "me."

Nothing happened.

That's not true. What happened was not ordinary.

So your wife didn't tell you anything?

It was me. I turned around,

- And went home. - And that's it?

You have to learn to accept love.

I think I love Rachel.

Come on, we're going to win the Mille Miglia with this car!

Come on, we're going to win the Mille Miglia with this car!

You see...

out of the mouths of babes.

Monsieur.

Monsieur, Madame.

That look cleared the trivial thoughts out of...

the students’ minds.

l will just say...

there is nothing left to say about...

Simon and Rachel's life.

The rest goes beyond...

the images and the stories.

- "This side of." - What did you say?

Lithuanian caramels, Hungarian bras

Korean lighters.

No, thank you.

Excuse me, Monsieur.

I read your thoughts.

Not "beyond," but "this side"

of the images and stories.

In "this."

Maybe you're right.

My God, let he who has never sinned...

- Cast the first stone! - Cast the first stone!

FIDO THE DOG

When l get up during the night...

l know it has nothing to do with what is near or far...

or something that happened to me...

or about a truth that can be spoken of.

It’s neither a scene...

nor the beginning of something.

An image.

Yes, a moment...

but sterile...

someone for whom l mean nothing...

and who means nothing to me.

A point of view...

- And beyond this... - A face.

... nothing in the world is foreign to me.

Yes, devoid of a name, with no biography...

rejects memories...

and does not want to be talked about.

Present, yet not here.

Absent, yet nowhere else.

Completely outside of reality, then.

lf you said it was akin to the night...

I'd say, "No. It is a stranger to the night.

But what are you talking about, Mademoiselle?

l asked, I’d say...

"Well, there isn't anyone to ask me. "