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Workers from all countries,

Who are all brothers,

Don't allow yourselves to be set against each other.

You think you are dying for your country,

But you are dying for industry.

Where did you learn that?

Remember when we were in Hamburg?

The dockworkers were shouting it.

What's it about? - It's about peace.

It says that German workers will never march against other workers.

So much the better.

Whoa! Whoa!

Come and have a look. - At what?

What are you doing there, sweetheart?

You're not scared of us, are you?

Hey, come back!

Hey, you've forgotten something.

What's the matter with the kid?

Don't worry. She'll be back.

Giddy-UP!

That kid's run away from home.

All the more reason for leaving her alone.

I'm not so sure. She's all alone on the road.

You don't know anything about children.

Sorry, teacher, sir.

Slow down. What did I say?

Whoa! Whoa!

Going far, miss?

You look tired, sweetheart. Where are you going?

I don't know. - That's fortunate. Neither do we.

We can go together.

Give that bundle here.

There.

Here you are.

If you take me back, I'll jump out of the window.

Take you back where? We don't even know where you've come from.

We don't want to know.

I'm Pierre, he's Paul. What's your name?

She'll talk to me. Listen.

Are you hungry? - Yes.

Here. - Right.

There you are.

Does your mother know where you are? - She's dead.

What about your father? - He is too.

There you are. At last.

Why didn't Charles come with you?

The poor boy. - Duty, my dear man.

On a day such as today. What do you expect?

The crazy war reports in recent days have led to lots of meetings.

People are panicking. The council asked Charles to come urgently.

In the end, a captain is also only a soldier.

But don't worry. The colonel won't keep him long.

In fact, I can't see dear Louisa anywhere.

She's making herself look beautiful. - She's always beautiful.

Darling, you've got so much style.

Please, miss, that's not decent.

Your fiance will be here soon. You won't be ready in time.

Time? There's enough time.

And I want to know what I'll look like.

Please, miss, get ready now.

Do you think it's a nice dress? - Yes, of course.

When you get married, I'll have one like it made for you.

It's much too nice for me.

Nothing is too nice for love.

Do you love Julien? - Yes, of course.

Why? - Why? It just happened.

We just met.

And it happened, without even having spoken to each other.

So that's it, love.

My fiancé did speak to me. About all kinds of things.

Our future, our children, our travels. About nothing, in fact.

You and Julien, do you kiss each other?

Yes, of course. Otherwise it's not worth loving each other.

Yes, of course.

There.

This is what I'm looking for.

But miss, that looks like mourning attire.

Then it goes with the way I feel.

Your outfit is far too dark.

And very strange for an engagement party.

I don't like platitudes, Louisa.

Today I have the right to call you Louisa, don't I?

And you may call me Charles. - That'll be hard to get used to.

Why? Don't you like Charles?

What does a name matter?

You don't love me. Do you?

That doesn't matter. Our parents betrothed us to each other.

Marriages used to happen like that.

People weren't any less happy because of it.

Let's hope so.

You're very beautiful, Louisa.

I'll have enough love for the two of us.

Your hand is hot.

I think that, above all, you desire me. - Yes, of course. Always.

If I worked in a shoe shop, would you marry me then?

Don't answer. I don't want to force you to lie.

This will be your home soon.

Father is giving us the pavilion It's still empty, but don't worry.

All modern conveniences will be installed.

Let's go and see the horses.

Gladiator.

Can't you see the horse is thirsty? Go and get it something to drink, go on.

Damas, a thoroughbred stallion.

Only lets me ride him.

If you can tame him, so can I. - Just try.

The stable boy broke his ribs trying.

Damas chooses his master.

He doesn't frighten me.

Of course not. A brave soldier like you!

Louisa.

Louisa, where are you?

Louisa?

Stop hiding from me.

Louisa.

What's that balloon doing here? - It's an idea I had.

I thought my guests would enjoy that more than opera singers.

Don't you think it's original? - I don't like originality.

Look!

Look, a balloon!

Bravo!

Brilliant! - Fantastic!

Careful! - More to the middle.

Be careful!

More to the middle.

How foolish. It's outrageous taking a child up so high.

Poor little thing. You'd get hurt if it fell to earth.

You needn't worry. If we fall, we'll land softly.

On our bottoms.

That's what they're for.

Hello, sir. As you can see, we've arrived on time.

The wind helped us.

Has my friend arrived already? - No. it's slower by road.

What was your name? - Pierre Valmont.

May I call you Pierre? - Yes, of course.

Dear friends, we have come together for a party

that will hopefully lead to a baptism.

But now we'd like to offer you a different kind of baptism.

Pierre will take those who want to go up on a baptism not of fire but air.

You're staying on the ground.

Well, who wants to go?

No takers? I thought there should be at least a couple of candidates.

No, not me. - Pierre,

maybe you can get them interested. Sell the idea to them.

Well

it's not dangerous.

It's a unique experience, being blown along by the wind.

You go up high, as high as a bird.

And what you see is indescribable.

Everything is Everything is very small, the houses, the people.

Everything that moves, moves very slowly.

A horse running, children playing.

People in a hurry. It's like a ballet.

We can't leave until the cart with the gas is here.

You've earned some refreshment. And the little one would like a cake, I'm sure.

Shall we go and have a drink too?

What about you, Charles? Don't you fancy going flying,

like a real flying champion? - In that old beast? No thank you.

Old beast? My balloon? - It's how you earn your living.

There are easier ways, but also less pleasant.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. You too, young ladies.

Young ladies.

Spin the wheel of adventure

and you could win a flight to seventh heaven.

For five francs, four francs, three francs, two francs.

Today everything is free, isn't it, Mr Dechamps?

Yes, come on, come with me to seventh heaven.

He's nice. - Up there, ladies and gentlemen

Common, you mean.

Your father should forbid him from drinking.

Madam?

My name is Isabelle. I was promised cakes but I haven't had any yet.

Sweetheart, they're over there. Help yourself.

What are we making a fuss about? A disagreement?

You've got a nice daddy.

Passions gathering like clouds.

But he's not my daddy. I don't have a daddy.

And you never want to leave. Cheers, everyone.

Friends, forgive me for going on.

You have to be able to stretch your wings once in a while.

You can do one of two things.

Fly high up into the sky with me

or get drunk.

What sort of manners are those?

To your good health. - I'm surprised

that someone as sensitive as Dechamps is forcing such a low and common man on us.

Low and common? Climb into my ship and see how high I can go.

My friend, we're not at the fair. - You wish you were, eh?

Yes. People go to the fair to enjoy themselves.

It seems to me you've got together just to stare at each other.

He's insolent. He's impertinent.

He insults us. - He's an anarchist.

What do you expect? Mr Pierre cannot distinguish between people from on high.

Nor between boundaries. - An internationalist too.

He's a primitive. - Exactly.

Make him be quiet. - Friends, please.

Let's not turn this party into a riot.

I want to entertain you, but

Let's send her on her way, his dove of peace. Set her free.

We'll let his balloon go. - No, don't.

Don't! - Come on, come on!

No, don't! Don't!

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Let it go! One, two, three.

No! No!

I'm alright.

Pierre, lad. Brother, are you hurt? Does it hurt anywhere?

Come on, lean on my shoulder.

Bastards. Bastards! Our balloon. Look!

Gone. - Pierre, you're drunk.

It's his fault. - But it was mine too.

It was wrong of me. I'm sorry. - We've lost our livelihood.

I'll make it up to you. Don't worry.

You can buy a new one. We'll see to it tomorrow.

I'll be long gone tomorrow.

I've had enough of those bastards. Look, they're laughing.

Bastards. Bastards!

You can see for yourself, your friend is in no state to leave tonight.

Spend the night here. Be sensible.

Don't create more havoc at my daughter's engagement party.

I've got time to deal with you tomorrow.

Come on, friends, let's go inside. Armand!

Put the gentlemen and the child in the pavilion.

There's nothing in there. - Put something in there.

Come on, friends, come on.

Louisa, come inside.

Louisa.

Put the light on.

What a shame.

Go and get changed. Call Paulette. - No, don't bother. I'll be right back.

It's me. Paulette.

Can I come in?

Don't you feel well, miss? - I'm okay.

Help me do up my dress.

Your father will be pleased. You look as pretty as a picture.

Is something wrong, miss?

I've never been as scared as I am today.

Has anyone taken them something to eat?

I don't think so.

Do you know something, Paulette? That little girl is happier than me.

Paulette. - What?

Nothing.

Louisa, what are you doing?

I'm taking your guests in the pavilion some food.

You forgot them. - You needn't do that, Louisa.

Go after her.

They destroyed your balloon because they're scared of you.

Because of stupidity and spitefulness. They broke your wings.

Miss, you'll catch cold.

But believe me, I'm not like them. They disgust me.

Wait here for me.

And, miraculously, the North Star appeared from behind the clouds.

The fear of losing his way,

that lived deep in this man's heart,

was dispelled by that small twinkle.

Like the little boat on the vast ocean.

And then

She's asleep.

I hope it's still hot.

The storm will subside.

And then we can start this engagement party again.

Tomorrow, when the sun's shining.

I can't stay with them any longer.

Because of you, I know how I want my life to be from now on.

Leave at dawn. I'll be there.

We have to go across the field here.

You'll see the house in a minute.

Are there any pigs? - No, no one lives there.

They're going to see the madman. - Back to work.

Someone lives here. - There wasn't anyone here last year.

It's not let to anyone. - They don't seem to like visitors.

And me, Paul?

Hello?

Is there anyone here?

Be careful.

Paul, open a shutter.

It smells musty.

Look at these knots.

Hey!

Sea charts of the whole world.

Burma, Suriname.

Here, Java. - Yes. And Scotland.

Can you hear the sea in this?

I can't hear anything.

What are you doing here? What's the meaning of this?

No women here. Get out of here, all of you.

That's enough. We're not deaf.

Did you know that this is my house? It's mine.

First, tell us your name. - Ivan. I've been at sea for 20 years.

Deserter in 9 countries. Who has more right to be here?

You don't have the right to settle anywhere.

Right? I'm not taking that, sonny!

Then we're taking the right to stay here.

I'm not leaving.

We're not asking you to. - You'd better not!

You're a good-looking girl.

Is that little lamb yours?

No, ours.

Did you breed her together?

Don't you ever have a wash?

Yes? When I'm on my own they don't dare come.

Wipe your feet.

I've come to say enough is enough.

I let that madman live here. - Because you were scared of me.

But you charlatans can get lost. Fast.

Mr Spork,

take a good look at me.

Don't you recognise me? - Why should I? I don't know you.

I'm your landlord's daughter.

Mr Dechamps' daughter?

You?

It's true.

I saw you last year when you were here with your father.

Your cap.

How is he?

Fine.

He won't like you being here with three men.

What's it got to do with him? The peasant!

Fetch the police. Then I can thump them too.

3 years in prison in America, the legion, 6 months in the lockup.

Ivan.

Do you want us to be friends?

Yes, of course.

Then don't shout like that.

We'll stay here for a while and buy what we need from you.

You can settle up with Father.

That's what I like to hear.

All he can do is steal.

To say nothing of his poaching.

If you're paying, that's different.

The bastards.

Don't take any notice. You can try my rabbits.

And a deer. If one can be found.

To be honest, I think it's tiresome that you're a rich man's daughter.

But it doesn't matter. I like you.

We'll be as happy as kings, the four of us.

And don't worry, I'll keep to my cabin.

I won't disturb the lovers.

Lovers? - There are two, aren't there?

But Daddy won't like his daughter going off with you.

That's enough.

That's enough about that. Or I'll get cross.

You needn't be so touchy.

I can tell you a lot about women, but if I'm not wanted here, I'm off.

Shall we go somewhere else? - He gets on my nerves. The anarchist.

Let's stay here.

If you only knew the lies I had to live amongst

At least he's himself. - But crazy.

Do you think he's a nice man?

He talks too much, but he's alright.

Well said!

Are you getting used to sleeping under the same roof every night?

I'm getting used to it.

I'm going to get in some provisions.

I'll come with you.

Come on, lad, you can carry my game bag.

I feel wretched in a house.

A tramp is like a tortoise. He takes his home with him.

If he has to stay in one place, he feels trapped.

Are you homesick?

When I met Pierre he was just like you.

A long way from home, a long way from everything.

Without roots.

He said,

"When you're at home, even if you're unhappy,

you know what tomorrow will bring. "

Oh yes. You know all too well.

Have you never been attached to someone?

A woman? A house?

Your family?

I was born in a caravan.

My parents were traveling players.

But I didn't have any talent.

I can only be myself.

Pierre is a born storyteller. He's a teacher.

That's his calling.

But they sacked him because he was involved in politics.

He'd stuck pamphlets on the walls of the town hall.

Then he sold his house, his books.

And we bought the balloon with the profits.

We went to live in the clouds.

Louisa?

Louisa? - Pierre?

There is no point in offering a flower

to someone who sleeps among the flowers.

I wasn't asleep. I was listening,

to the buzzing of a bee, the singing of a blackbird.

And a voice calling me.

Are you happy?

A rose. Can I accept it?

Flowers are innocent.

And the person giving them?

He says it with flowers.

See, there was a hidden thorn.

You taste sweet.

You're a clever lady-killer.

I'll have to be wary of you.

Only of me?

I've found a four-leafed clover.

I've found a four-leafed clover. We can all make a wish.

Louisa, Paul, Pierre and Isabelle.

You're here so they can be on their own. You're a coward.

Don't interfere. Don't talk rubbish. - Do you think I'm stupid?

You start drooling when you see that woman. Do you think they can't see that?

But you don't want to get in your friend's way, who's as randy as you.

Shut your mouth.

Nothing and no one can set me against Paul.

I don't care.

War is on its way. And you'll perish.

Shame I'm too old. Otherwise I'd desert again.

Don't shoot, don't shoot. Don't kill him.

It's none of your business. - Is it your dog?

It's a filthy hound, left behind by its master.

He's eaten at least ten of my chickens. - He's got to eat.

Am I supposed to feed him? Get out of here.

Let him go. - I only just managed to catch him.

Give him to me or Louisa will get her father to chase you away.

Look, Louisa, look, I've got a dog. His name is Max.

It says so on his collar.

But it's not your dog. - It is, the farmer gave him to me.

I don't know whether Paul and Pierre want a dog.

If you ask, they will.

You need to wash your face. And you hands.

And put on some clean clothes and comb your hair.

Before you leave.

There. Here.

When I'm grown-up, I want to be as pretty as you.

Will they fall in love with me then too?

Who? - Pierre and Paul.

Where's Pierre gone? - To the village, for a surprise.

Do you need him?

Can't I help? Aren't you satisfied with my work?

Of course. Your swing was perfect.

And my washing lines? - Excellent.

So good in fact, you can help me fold up the sheets.

You're a long way away. - Patience. I'm on my way.

Yes, then you'll get away from me again.

What do you know about that?

We'll be together forever.

Don't, Paul.

Why? Why did you do that?

Don't you understand? We don't have the right.

Why not? Why don't we? - Be quiet. Be quiet.

Congratulations. Let's celebrate.

Celebrate what? - We've been together for two weeks.

Yes?

Now what?

I've come to see whether you're still stubborn.

You didn't want to help us celebrate. Come and have a drink.

I've decided to eat on my own and that's what I'm doing.

What have we done? - That's my business.

Have you read the newspaper? - What does it say?

Jaurés has been murdered. Catastrophe looms.

Anyone would think you're glad.

I split my sides laughing when I think of those bastards

who don't want to risk fighting against the war.

And then There are too many men. It makes me sick.

You're charming.

It was a great party, eh? - Yes.

When can we do it again? - Every week.

But you can't stay up so late.

I'm not tired. - Go to sleep now.

Pierre? - Yes?

Come here. - What's the matter?

Louisa thinks Paul is the most handsome.

But you're the nicest. - Will you go to sleep?

She kissed Paul.

Did she?

Don't worry. I'll make sure she kisses you too.

Are you sure they kissed each other?

I saw it.

In the barn.

Are you sad?

Paul is your friend, isn't he? - Yes.

Go to sleep now.

You mustn't spy on people.

I wasn't spying. They saw me.

Don't be sad. She'll kiss you too. You'll see.

It's silly to be despondent.

We won't think about it.

The war is for others, not for us.

Everyone is involved.

Just think, so many will die for nothing.

So that we

We what?

You know what.

I mean, Paul and you.

Isabelle. - What did she say to you?

She saw you together.

It's fine. - No, it's not fine.

It's bad.

The only thing that is bad is the end of a dream.

I had hoped that there would be a solution.

That we'd live together eventually.

Like all people, in one house, in one place.

The three of us, here, together forever.

That living as drifters would be over forever.

A dream is like a balloon. ll flies away.

You can't leave.

I'm going.

To somewhere a long way from the war.

You mean, a long way from me.

Neither of you are going.

If there's any danger, if they find us here,

we'll leave together.

Paul will stay with you.

There mustn't be anything between us anymore.

Not even

Certainly not the memory of a loved woman.

I can tell you now.

I've loved you since you brought us that food.

Naked, in your soaking wet dress.

At that moment, Paul and I fell madly in love with you.

So you can understand that one of us must leave.

Don't talk like that.

I'm attached equally to both of you.

Stay together.

I forced myself on you.

If your friendship were to end because of me, I'd die.

You didn't only take me with you because you wanted a woman.

But you are a woman.

The woman we love.

No.

No.

Not a woman. Not for you.

Then I don't want to be a woman anymore.

You can't speak English, can you? - No. Why?

There's a saying that fits us like a glove.

Two's company, three's a crowd.

What do you mean? - Well,

two people are together,

three people are alone.

I don't understand.

Can you love if you're alone? - Alone? And Louisa?

We thought our adventure was over.

But we're facing the most difficult one of all.

A marriage between three people. Understand? A marriage.

Not a love affair but real love.

Where no one deceives or is deceived.

If Louisa wants to be happy with us. - She loves us both.

She told us herself.

Who knows? Maybe three is company.

Right.

And now without any hands.

Grip with your knees.

Louisa, I'd like to have a little brother.

Well!

What would you do with a little brother? - Play with him.

Why aren't the children from the village allowed to play with me?

Because people are stupid. - Then I want a little brother.

Yes, but a baby doesn't just arrive.

There has to be a daddy first.

That's alright then. There are enough daddies. We've got two.

You're right, sweetheart.

Where do babies come from? - They grow in tummies.

Is there one in there? - No.

One only grows if people love each other very, very much.

Don't you love anyone?

Yes, I do. - Who?

You.

I love you too.

Who else? - Pierre.

Me too. - Who else?

Paul.

You love them? - Yes.

A lot. - So do I.

Who else? - That's all.

Max.

Shall we go for a swim? - Yes.

Nice bottle.

What are they doing? - Having a swim.

Shall we sing? - Yes.

Yes, sing together, sing together.

Shall we? - Shall we?

It's your birthday.

Look at the child. - What? Oh yes.

If she didn't hear us

Run.

Isabelle belle

Hey, Ivan. What's the matter?

Are you going somewhere? - No, I'm clearing off.

I don't mind courting. On the contrary. But I do mind whoring.

I hope you'll be happy. Goodbye.

What does it matter?

Why were we so frightened of this?

Why did we run from each other?

Why did you force yourself between us?

You had no right to.

Forgive me.

If the two of you had appeared in my life at different times,

I would have loved you both.

So many women have two loves.

But it's more difficult with three. There is always a bystander.

A spectator, grinning at a lie.

Even if that lie is only a breath or a hand.

Someone keeping watch.

Keeping watch to ensure that every word is a word of love.

I'd never have thought

I could have loved a monster with two heads,

four hands, four eyes, two mouths.

And how can a monster like that lose its heart

to only one nose and two ears?

To two wonderful feet.

And two hands.

And only one single - Quiet.

Listen.

Can you hear something?

Devils.

Get them! - Come on! Come on!

Dogs.

Show yourself! - Yes, show yourself!

Come outside! - Show yourself!

Come outside. Damn you!

Burn the cart!

Bastards!

War has started. Listen.

Where's Max?

Max! Max! - Isabelle.

Max isn't here anymore. - Where is he?

He's dead. We buried him.

Where?

Why did they do it?

Let's leave.

Is that the war?

Louisa, Louisa, darling. You've come back.

I'd given up all hope. You

No, no reproaches.

You're back.

I'm grateful that you have brought my daughter back.

I shan't ask you any questions I had lost my little girl, but now

now I've got her back again.

I was so scared, miss, but now

I could cry, I'm that happy.

There will be five for breakfast and get my daughter's room ready.

Has Armand left? - He's a soldier.

Your room is ready, miss.

With your favourite flowers.

Father.

I wanted to ask if we could stay in the pavilion.

No, you can have the guest rooms.

Not the guest rooms, Father. You don't understand.

I came back because war has broken out.

Because I don't want Paul to join the army.

We don't want to be separated.

Enjoy your meal.

Fine. Rather than losing her again, I want you to marry her.

We don't want to get married, Father.

What we want, is to be together. Live together.

You're forgetting Pierre.

But if you're just friends

Father,

I love Pierre as much as I love Paul,

as much as a woman can love a man.

Come to my room.

I'd like to know which one of us has gone mad.

Choose.

Which of the two do you want?

Choose.

Or I will choose for you.

I can't and won't choose. I love them both.

Whore!

They've turned you into a whore.

Fine, we'll leave. - Louisa!

Stay.

Don't go.

Give us a chance.

You'll see I'm happy.

Go.

Louisa, Louisa.

Louisa.

I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.

You can't carry on living like this. Everyone speaks ill of you.

Is that what you came to tell me?

Or were you curious? - No, miss.

Your father has told the police. He has filed a complaint against Paul.

Thanks for coming to tell me, Paulette.

We mustn't waste any time. We have to leave immediately.

I'm scared for you. You will be unhappy.

I'm happy, Paulette.

You can't love two men like I love Julien.

You don't know what love is.

It's because I love them that I want to leave again.

You will be punished. - Punished? Because we're happy?

People are scared of happiness that is different from theirs.

Don't worry. Whatever happens, I shan't have any regrets.

I'll pray for you.

I'll never forget you, Paulette.

Isabelle, Isabelle.

Are we leaving? - Yes.

I don't want to leave. - We're going to a different country.

Now? - Yes, we have to travel at night.

You'll see the sea.

The sea? - Yes, but you have to be a big girl.

It's a very long way.

Are they all fleeing too? - Yes.

What from? - From the soldiers.

Isn't that a soldier? - Yes, but he's wounded.

Aren't people afraid of him then?

Look for beds or sacks of straw.

Take Isabelle and look for somewhere to spend the night.

Hey, my pretty, come here.

I want to feel you.

You needn't be scared.

I won't try to fuck you. Look.

I can't even piss anymore. I can't even piss.

Gas! Gas! Gas!

Poisonous gas! Gas! Gas!

We're going to die, we're going to die!

Louisa!

Louisa.

Be careful. Gas - it's okay, it's blown over.

You're safe.

The soldiers? - They are being helped.

Pierre and Isabelle? - They're safe too.

If I die, you must - You won't die.

No, I mustn't die yet. Not yet.

We're going to see Pierre and Isabelle.

Aren't I too heavy? - No, you're light.

Yes, I feel so light, Paul. I feel so light.

The sun is shining again.

I can see it. I can see the sun, Paul.

But I'm cold. Is it cold, Paul?

Yes, it's cold.

Will you take good care of Isabelle?

Yes!

You

must show her the sea.

Mummy.

Mummy.

Mummy!