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I SENT A LETTER TO MY LOVE

It's so beautiful!

It's unbelievable.

Come on!

The snack is ready.

It's from Pontivy. I can smell it.

Louise, you spoil me.
You're kind.

I wanted Pontivy. That's all.

I thought I'd get bread and jam.

Have I stopped you eating anything,

with or without jam?

- Never.
- Good.

So, stop acting like a child.

And try not to make a mess.

Do you ever put food color
in your cakes?

They'll kill us
with their chemicals.

- Watch out for crumbs.
- "Watch out for crumbs. "

Do you know what I'd like?

Can you listen to me?
Do you know what I'd like?

What would you like?

- Let's go for a walk.
- Now?

Now. Up to the cliff, for example.

The cliff?
The cliff is 3 kilometers away.

You aren't the one pushing.

I haven't gone there for years.

Well, it can wait a while.

No, no, no!
I want to go right now.

Look at that! Listen...

I won't put a bib on you
at your age!

Can't you pay attention?

I spend my life
cleaning up after you!

If you think I do it on purpose...

I'd like that better.

You'd like it if it was on purpose?

Yes. Then,
I could at least understand

why you get on my nerves.

Do I get on your nerves?

Yes, you do.

Haven't you ever noticed?

I don't want to.

I have no choice.
Really, if I could go out alone,

I wouldn't need your services.

A little further, Loulou, please.

No, this is fine.
Loulou's getting dizzy.

More, to make me happy.

I won't move
a single millimeter further.

I won't take a fall
to make you happy.

The joys of love
are but a moment long

- The pain of love
- Stop!

Stop or I'll leave you here alone.

Remember? We had a picnic once,
there, by the creek.

I don't remember.

Yes! Mom, Dad
and Uncle Michel were there.

Remember.

If it makes you happy.

I could still use my legs.
I was as blond as wheat.

You envied my hair.
Mom spent her time...

It was an accident, Inspector.

I swear to you.

We looked at the sea,
he sang Plaisir d'Amour.

He told me, "Closer, closer,
still closer"

Only, I got dizzy, you understand.

The wheelchair crashed.

My brother smashed to pieces
on the rocks,

like a puppet.

Dad was a serious boozer.

Poor dad.

Poor man.

A lost loved one.

Come on, let's go home now.

You know, soon,
I'll no longer see the sea.

Don't you believe me?

What is this about the sea?

- Brincard thought you were fine.
- I don't like Brincard.

- But it's true that I'm better.
- So, everything's fine.

When I'm better,
I'm afraid of getting worse.

Soon, I won't see the sea
and the sea won't see me.

What's in the newspaper?

A hold-up in Brest.

Three gangsters with ski masks.

Did they get a lot?

Yes. 300,000.

What would we do
with 300,000 new francs?

300,000, that makes...

- It makes 30 million.
- Yes.

With 30 million,
I'd take you on a cruise.

That way, you could
always see the sea

and the sea could see you, too.

- Where would we go?
- To America and the Caribbean.

And to Borneo.

No. I'd prefer to go to Sweden.

Listen, with 30 million,
we could go around the world.

Can you imagine a world tour?

I'd sit in a deck chair,
stretch my legs

to the left, then to the right,

the blood would throb in my legs,

my knees would be flexible,

my toes would start moving,
and I'd stand up and walk.

Would there be women?

Of course, there'd be.

There'd be 2 Swedish nurses

to take care of you

while I go dancing...

with the ship captain.

Cigarette butts.

Socks.

The newspaper.

The door!

I'm not deaf.

It's Yvette!

I know.

My bread will get cold!

It's chilly out, you've no idea.

Well, yes. It's winter.

I smell fresh bread.

He talks like an ogre.

I've never seen anyone
as impatient as him.

I admire you, you know.

A father breaks his son's arm,
8 months old,

because he kept him awake.

Who dared to break his arm?
Dear old dad.

Oh, damn!

- Hello, Yvette.
- At least wait until I cut it.

I asked you to watch the coffee.

It's not hard to turn off the gas.

I know your fingers aren't crippled.

- Louise!
- "Louise", what?

You're cruel.

It's impossible to watch the coffee
and read my paper.

Well, it's impossible for me
to get breakfast ready

and clean up your pigsty of a room.

You're really exaggerating.

It's so clean here,
you could eat off the floor.

No, because you never wipe your feet
when you come in.

But if you really want to,
go on, eat off the floor.

Louise, I didn't mean that.
I don't want to hurt you.

You didn't hurt me.

Often, if we're angry,
it's because we're hurt.

A fine observation, Yvette. Bravo.

That's good. That's good.

What?

You're both laughing at me.

It's not very nice.

No, no...

Guess who I met yesterday?

Louise.

Louise Jacquot.

The pretty redhead
who went to school

with you.

Her name is Louise, too.

I don't recall.

Yes, you remember her.
You hated her.

I never understood why.
She was so nice.

You always pulled her hair.

Because her boobs
were bigger than Louise's.

- You're stupid.
- Yes. She had huge boobs.

Like melons.
Or rather like pumpkins.

We wanted to bite them.

- You're shocking her.
- Yes. Respect innocence.

It has nothing to do with it.

But call things
by their proper names.

They're breasts, not boobs.

And I know life,
I'm not a complete dimwit.

We never said so.

We don't even think that.

- Have you finished the paper?
- Yes.

I'd rather read the paper
than watch TV.

Television kills brain cells.
It's been scientifically proven.

You should read more, Louise.

I read, I read...
I read the want ads.

"The want ads"? Which ones?

All of them. They amuse me.

So... "Widower, 60, fit,
likes music and Romanesque chapels,

"would like to meet

"a like-minded lady. "

I think it's disgusting.
It's like a cattle auction.

What shall we do, kittens?

You'll go back to your room,
you'll go back to the bakery.

I'll do the dishes.

Can I tell you something?
You won't get angry?

Speak if you have something to say.

I think,
well, I have the impression...

You think or have the impression?

I have the impression
that you're more and more unfair,

no, harsh, to poor Gilles.

To your brother, I mean.

My brother and Gilles
are the same thing.

Look, I understand.

You sacrificed your life
to care for him. It's noble.

But still, he's so nice,

he never complains,
he's not demanding.

He always smiles.

I'd be happy to care
of a brother like yours.

I understand you'd like
to care of a brother like mine.

You'd have a man in your house.

But it wouldn't put
a man in your bed,

one with legs,
thighs to brush against you,

hands to touch you,
caress you, grab you

and beat you, sometimes.

And a mouth.

- Oh, please!
- Yes.

A mouth.

It's a carousel.

There's a carousel!

It's a real carousel.

- Go for a ride.
- What?

Be nice, go for a ride.

Please, Louise. I'll pay for you.

But listen, this is ridiculous.

What are you going to do,
meanwhile?

I'll watch you ride.

What do you say?

Come on,
if it will make him happy.

Go ahead!

Yvette!
Look, something's wrong with Gilles.

How are you feeling?

Terrible.

Brincard said
you'd be fine tomorrow.

I don't like Brincard.

Do you want
some vegetable broth?

No.

Do you want very thin crepes
with a little strawberry jam?

No, not that either.

Stay here.

Don't move, please.

Gilles, I don't want you to go,

to leave me all alone.

A woman alone...

No.

Single...

A woman without children,

50 years old...

A childless woman...

Appreciates...

Appreciates quiet,

the senses...

The heightened senses.

Appreciates quiet.

Tenderness.

Appreciates quiet. Period.
Tenderness.

B�atrice.

B�atrice Deschamps.

Why not

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are you this morning?
- I'm feeling better.

Good.

- Notice anything?
- What?

The coffee.

It's very nice, but it's not a feat.

It's because you're nice.
I don't know if I'll keep it up.

There's my bread.

- My paper!
- You can read it later.

- Hello, Louise.
- Your feet.

Is that the bread?

Oh! That man!

I never saw anyone so impatient.

- Hello, Gilles.
- Hello, Yvette.

Don't be such a glutton!

At least wait
until I cut the loaf properly.

You're getting crumbs everywhere.

Matches? Woman, enjoys quiet...

Your sister's right, you know.

...hopes to meet nice man

It seems a woman in Quimper

gave birth to a baby with 2 heads.

In Douarnenez, a woman had a baby
with a lobster's body.

Hey, I'm eating.

Mrs. Rioux thinks
it's because of the pill.

Two abnormal children,
the same week, just in this area.

So, how many were there all year

in all of France?

The government forbids
the papers to print it.

Like drugs.

Is she still going on about that?

It's true! Kids 9 and 10 years old
are smoking marijuana.

- Smoking what?
- Hashish.

Pass me the jam.

It's the shame
of our western society.

The Golden Triangle is responsible,
with its trafficking.

"Golden Triangle"!

And lobster babies. It's horrible,
when you think about it!

Don't think.

I'm going to cut my hair.

And maybe get a permanent.

I'm going to buy some pants.

But what are you going to do
with pants?

What am I going to do with pants?

I'll do what I do with dresses -

I'll put them on.

But you've never worn them.

Exactly. I have the right.
I'm of age. Right?

You'll be ridiculous, Louise,
I assure you.

"Ridiculous" yourself, Yvette!

It's amazing.

I didn't ask a kid's opinion,

who knows nothing
but her family's bakery.

"A kid"...

Me, "a kid"?

V�vette, a kid!

- Hello, ma'am.
- Ma'am.

I'd like to see some pants.

Certainly. Monique.

Hello, ma'am.
What would you like?

I'd like to see the pants
that are in the window.

- Are they for you?
- No.

They're for my sister.

Your sister... What size is she?

About my size.

She's... She lives in Brest.

She was here the other day
and she saw those pants.

I only have small sizes
for this item.

Show the lady
the Saint-Pol outfit.

- In black?
- Yes.

It's hard to believe she can't find
pants in Brest, but...

my sister is stubborn, stubborn.

She saw those.

Look. If your sister's
the same build as you,

she absolutely must wear black.

You think so?

It's better for a larger woman.

Black slims the figure.

Here, go try them on.

Beauty Parlor

- Ah! Hello, Louise.
- Hello.

- Didn't you wake up this morning?
- Apparently not.

Is this the mail?

Yes. That's all.

If only you could see your face.

Don't tease.
She woke up in a mood.

If not, how would I have had coffee!

The gulls are crying less.

I didn't notice.

It seems the birds
are singing less and less.

With the oil on the sea
preventing evaporation

and the oxygen
gradually diminishing,

the birds above it
can't breathe as well.

They can't sing.

They get out of breath flying.

You're never out of breath.

It's true.
I read it in the paper or in...

No, I think it was on television.

You read everything,
you've seen everything

and you know nothing.

Yvette's right. It's true.

There's a film of oil on the sea.

There's a thin film of oil,

there are three-headed babies,
lobster babies...

Oh, no. Look at this.
You're impossible.

Yvette's mind is more curious
and open than yours.

It's all she has to open.

Louise, really!

Tell me, at school,

weren't you
the youngest of all of us?

And weren't you the first to tell us

how babies were born? Huh?

She was unbeatable
on what's called sexual education.

As were you,
on the practical side.

What do you mean?

Your knowledge was far greater
than mine or Yvette's.

Or so I suppose.

She never shared
her experiences?

Don't say anything nasty.
You'll regret it.

Go ahead, talk.

Shut up.

You say "shut up"
since you have nothing to say.

You think there's nothing to say?

Nothing at all.

After the landing,

what you did that drove mom crazy,
is that nothing?

Our mother
was already half-crazy.

Really? Did your doing it
with a black American

and running around with him
have something to do with it?

You little bastard.

I only know
about the black American,

but there must have been others.

It's Thursday. I could
take Gilles for a walk.

That way, Louise,
you could have the day off,

if you want.

- Aren't you cold?
- No, no.

It's time.

One minute, please.

What can there still be
for you to discover.

Here, look.

Yes, it's the sea.

I travel without moving.
I'm like Cyrano de Bergerac.

OK. Open your mouth, Cyrano.

For Yvette.

For Brincard.

The mailman.

Look what you did.

This stuff is sticky.

It's not serious, Loulou.

It's clear
you don't do the laundry.

Go ahead, go see.

"Dear Unknown Woman,

"By chance, I saw your ad
in Le T�I�gramme.

"I immediately felt
the need to answer you.

"But it's not easy
to write this kind of letter.

"If I decided to take a chance,

"it's in the hope that
you'll read it with sympathy.

"I must first confess
that I'm disabled.

"I've had rickets
since I was a child.

"Unable to walk,
I get around in a wheelchair.

"Only my legs are affected.

"My arms, torso and the rest
of my body are intact.

"I'm full of strength and energy,

"but hardly get
the chance to use them,

"as I have few friends.

"I don't live alone,
as I can't care for myself.

"Or so everyone keeps telling me.

"But I'm convinced otherwise.

"Who knows, perhaps one day,
I'll prove it.

"I live with my sister Louise.

"She cares for me
tenderly and devotedly.

"She hates her name.
She's wrong.

"Louise is a beautiful name.

"The more I think about it,
the lovelier it is.

"It torments me

"to think she didn't marry
because of me.

"Now, it's too late
for her to have her own life.

"If, one day, I could have
a woman for a friend,

"she'd look like Louise.

"We live in Sainte-Anne-la-Palud,
in our parents' house.

"I know the sea
that I see from my window.

"I ran on the beach as a child,

"and climbed
the surrounding rocks and cliffs.

"I'd like to tell you
about my childhood, if you like.

"I find it ridiculous to write you
without knowing your name,

"but I'm sure you're very beautiful.

"I hope you answer this letter,

"but not out of pity or charity.

"If my legs are paralyzed,
know that my heart is free

"and I'll know how to love you.

"Sincerely yours,

"Gilles Martin.

"PS? write to me
and send me your photo. "

Why are you looking at me
that way?

I'm just looking at you.

"Dear Gilles,
Your letter moved me deeply.

"Your sincerity touched me
enormously

"and it doesn't matter
that you're disabled.

"My heart is as free as yours

"and know that I, too,
know how to love you.

"My name is B�atrice Deschamps.

"I live with my aged mother,
who is very ill.

"She constantly needs me.

"I understand your sister Louise well

"and I think she and I
have a lot in common.

"Don't have any remorse.

"Like me,
she must experience some joy

"in caring for someone
who's so dear to her.

"We live in a house
next to an old port.

"My ground-floor bedroom
is small and sunny,

"with a brass bed frame.

"I'd like a photo of you
to put beside my bed.

"Then I'd see you
when I wake up.

"I'll try to send one of me
in the next letter.

"Am I beautiful?
I wouldn't be able to say.

"But I'm full of tenderness
and love

"that only ask to be shown.

"I know Sainte-Anne-la-Palud well.

"I went there often
when I was little.

"I remember the rocks,

"the dunes and the caves
where I hid to play.

"I'd like to see you, but it's hard
to leave my mother alone.

"Dear Gilles,
write to me at general delivery.

"My mother's morbidly curious.

"I don't want her
to discover our correspondence.

"I'll impatiently await
your next letter.

"Until then, B�atrice. "

You got mail this morning.

Yes, about a new stamp catalogue.

A new magazine.

I want to collect stamps again.

- Will you subscribe?
- Yes, I think so.

A woman publishes it.

B�atrice Deschamps.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It will be published once a week.

I'm glad you're interested
in something.

I'm glad, too.

3.50 francs, please.

There.

It's crowded.

Yes, I see.

Afternoon is better
for general delivery.

There's no line
and you don't have to wait.

- Do you come here often?
- Every week.

Hello, Mrs. Thomas, how can I help?

- Is there a letter for me?
- One moment, I'll see.

She's come every day
for 40 years.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Thomas.
There's nothing today.

Excuse me.

Everyone knows her.

It's a letter from her fianc�.

He died in the war.
Since he wrote

to general delivery...

- What about you?
- What about me?

I'm not trying to pry.

Do you expect a letter?

No. It's not for me.

It's for a friend
looking for an apartment...

- Next.
- Yes.

Hello, Miss. It's for a letter.

Your name?

- B�atrice Deschamps.
- Mrs. or Miss?

Miss.

I'll go see.

"Deschamps.

"Miss B�atrice Deschamps. "
There.

Do you have identification?

I forgot it.

You must come back.

I can't give it to you
without verifying who you are.

- Fine.
- Next.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Hi.
- Mrs. Guillaume.

- Do you have my letter?
- I'll see.

"Dear B�atrice,

"I love saying your name.

"It reminds me of harp music.

"I had a teacher

"who played.

"Her name was B�atrice Renard.

"When I hear a harp,
I recall her name, B�atrice.

"Not only are we united
by the beach and the rocks,

"but by my childhood memories, too.

"I try to imagine your face.

"Send me a photo, please.

"I had trouble finding one of me.

"Shall I say how I see you?

"What I think about?

"I think about your soft breasts.

"I'd like to rest my head on them.

"Does reading that
make you blush?

I already love you.

"I think we were made
for each other.

"I so want you
to come see me, quickly.

"PS -

"does it bother you
that I write in this way?

They capture the soul,

as much as the face.

Is that you, Louise?

Of course it's me.

Is there any mail?

No. Why?

Are you expecting a letter?
A love letter?

I don't want one.
I don't like love letters.

Why shouldn't I get one?

I know more than one
who'd send me one,

despite being a mess.

You're not a mess.

Yes, I'm a mess.
I'm impotent, I'm crippled.

Yes, I'm mutilated, Louise.
I'm disabled.

Stop!

Don't be afraid of words.
I'm disabled.

Go on, say it.

Disabled.

Dis-a-bled.

Say it.

Say it, God damn it!

Gilles Martin,

you're disabled.

- There.
- Ah, thank you.

You always were, you always will be.

Thank you, thank you.

And I'm not an old lady.

I'm a lonely old maid. Say it.

Louise Martin,
you're not an old lady,

you're an old maid.
- Thanks.

Always were, always will be.

- I always will be.
- Always.

- Always.
- Always.

- Always.
- Always.

That's enough, now.

That's enough.

Isn't there anywhere on earth

A Cinderella heart

A solitary soul

Dreaming of a handsome boy?

"Dear Gilles,

"I'm sending a photo of myself.

I took it from my family album
that I found in the attic.

"I'm sad I can't come to see you.

"My mother has to get better.

"Dear Gilles, your impatience
to meet me and your desire

"are precious to my heart.

"I feel it,
you're so determined so strong.

"The way you write doesn't upset me.
It's quite the opposite.

"Your letter awoke in me
long-forgotten desires.

"I blushed while reading it.

"If I blushed, it was
because I felt your head

"resting on my breast.

"And I'm blushing even more,
thinking that I already love you too.

"Write to me quickly.

"Your B�atrice. "

You got up early this morning.

You didn't even wait for me.

Let me cut it properly.

What you just did is disgusting.

What did he do?

- I pinched her butt.
- He pinched me.

I just pinched her bottom.

I don't think it's very funny.
Not at all!

Not only did he do it,
he admits to doing it.

He was just making a joke

to tease you.

He never did it before.

I was wrong because I liked it.

Calm down, Yvette.

Calm down.

I beg your pardon.
I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.

Don't make it into a drama, Yvette.
Listen...

He didn't think.
He did it mechanically.

You're my best friends,
and both of you, you...

We're still your friends.
What I did was friendly.

You never did it before.

For years,
you've been my only friends.

I bring your bread every day,

and now, this bad behavior,

these bad thoughts.

You're exaggerating.

He pinched your butt, that's all.

Pass me your bowl

and drink your coffee
before it gets cold.

There.

Here, some good apricot jam.

It's fine, Yvette.

What if we went on a picnic?

- "A picnic"?
- There's nobody on the beach.

That's for sure.

Why not?

I have a chicken I can cook.

Ask Jeannette to fill in
for you at the bakery.

OK!

I'll be back in an hour
with an apple or a plum tart.

Which would you prefer, Gilles?

Both!

I'm going to take the bottle of port.

- "The bottle of port"?
- The bottle of port.

It's an orgy.

See you soon.

Louise!

Yes! I'm coming.

My goodness!

Old friend, you're good
at keeping secrets!

You, too! We're both in pants.

It's a coincidence.

I confess they really suit you.

You, too.

Why didn't we think of it sooner?

Did you see this?

It's just to try it out.

Are you coming, girls?
The sun won't wait.

What's going on?

- Go ahead.
- No, you go.

- Go on!
- Oh, no.

Well, my goodness!

- It's convenient for the beach.
- Convenient! It's great!

You're completely transformed.
And it really suits you.

Yvette, doesn't it suit her?

What's this? You, too?

Am I dreaming or what?

Both of you?

I'm going out
with 2 beautiful women.

It's the best day of my life.

- Come help me, Yvette.
- Come on, Yvette! Help us out.

OK, girls, let's keep going!

That's good! Let's go.!

Stop!

She fell.

Oh! I can see your butt!

It's all pink.

What am I going to do?

OK, I get the picture.

She won't move any more today.

I'll get the tablecloth
and we'll sit here.

It's no worse than anywhere.

Be careful not to fall.

Two bottoms is too much for me.

Come here.

Oh, yes.

It's not funny.

Yvette!

Come help me.

What a bitch she is.

But I can't.

Forget your butt and come!

But I can't.

Here.

Should I put it around me?

It's a very good idea.

What do you mean
by taking his jacket?

Couldn't you have taken
the blanket, idiot?

He kindly offered me his jacket.

What's wrong with you?

And you, what are you playing at?

- My word, you're jealous!
- "Jealous"?

I saw you fondling my brother.

You've got the wrong idea.
You hurt me.

Don't play the innocent.
Come on.

We should come more often.

I feel good here, with you two.

Even very good.

This isn't practical.

I might get it dirty.

Anyway, you've seen everything.
I have nothing to hide.

Here, put this on.

It's his, too.

Cheers.

"Dear B�atrice,

"I went for a walk with Yvette,
the friend I mentioned.

"We go for walks on Thursdays
so my sister can rest.

"We walked along the shore.

"The chair's wheels left imprints

"and I thought, bitterly,
about how long it's been

"since my feet
left tracks in the sand.

"I thought how the sea
would remove the tracks

"engraved on the virgin sand
like scars.

"And I felt better.

"B�atrice, come
after receiving this letter.

"If not, I'll think
you're only a dream

"and I can't write to you
or read your letters.

"I need you.

"I want you,
your hands on my brow.

"I want you to touch my eyes,

"to trace my mouth and face.

"Come, B�atrice.
I love you. Gilles. "

"Dear Gilles,

"Your letter rips me apart.

"No, I'm not a dream.

"I'm here
and my whole body calls you.

"Do not despair of me.

"I am yours forever.

"I'd like to be against you,

"feeling your heat,
your hands on me.

"I'm very unhappy
that I can't come.

"Forgive me, my love,

"but my mother is getting worse.

"The doctor thinks
the worst is very near

"and forbids me to leave her.

"I take a huge risk
just going to the post office,

"but I can't live
without your letters.

"They're as vital to me
as the air I breathe.

"Write to me.

"Don't abandon me.

"When I went

"to get your letter,
Mrs. Thomas was in front of me.

"I told you her story.

"For 40 years, she's waited

"for a letter from her dead fianc�.

"To everyone's surprise,
there was a letter for her.

"She was too emotional to open it.

"There was a blank sheet
in the envelope.

"Someone very mean
had played a joke.

"No one wanted to laugh.

"I can't bear the idea
of you not writing to me,

"that I'd come, like her,
every day,

"waiting for a letter from you.

"Gilles, darling,
write to me very quickly.

"Your love, B�atrice. "

Don't you feel well?

Yes and no, so-so.

Here's your tea.

Thanks. You're kind.

Louise.

Come here, Louise.

Come here.

Put your hands on my eyes.

Your hands are soft.

You're both sulking this morning!

My brother Hugues
is coming today.

I'll take you
to spend the day with him.

Go ahead.

It will lift your spirits.

It's been a while
since you've seen him.

- I want to go to town.
- "To town"?

To the old port. It's been
eons since I saw it.

Wouldn't you rather
walk on the beach

or on the cliff?

To town!

I'm old enough
to know what I want!

I'll take him in the car,
just for the morning.

Then we'll go see Hugues.

You'll have the whole day
to yourself.

Listen, we've been roaming
around town for 2 hours.

Exactly what are you looking for?

What did you say?

What are you looking for?

I'm not looking. I'm watching,
remembering, observing.

That's all.

Don't you want
to go see Hugues now?

- Well?
- No. Not now.

We've been to the church,
the post office and the town hall.

Now, the port.

You're acting oddly today,
you know.

Yvette, please.

"Dear B�atrice

"I'm extremely sad
that you can't come.

"It means your desire
isn't as great as mine.

"The wait is unbearable.

"I can't continue
this correspondence.

"If you don't come,
this will be my last letter.

"I will always remember you.

"Farewell, B�atrice.
Farewell, my love. Gilles. "

If I want to get home,
it's time to go.

Goodbye, dear friend.

We'd end up talking until morning.

May I go through the living room?

I'm afraid
your uncle would stop me.

He said nothing to me.

His soul and heart remain closed.

So why am I so happy?

I told him,
"You're distinguished and noble.

"Your voice is so sweet. "

Was that awkward?

His voice vibrates and caresses.
I think I can still feel it.

But when I talked about my sister,
he didn't understand.

It's so awful to be ugly!

It's so awful!

I know I'm not pretty.

I know it. I know it.

- Last Sunday...
- No, �lisabeth. No!

It's no good.

It's not enough to say,
"I know I'm not pretty. "

We still have to believe it.

You're too coquettish,
preoccupied with yourself.

You're afraid the audience
will find you, �lisabeth, ugly.

But it's Sonia who's ugly.

It's Sonia who's not pretty.

Do you understand?

That way is no good at all.

- I'll do it again.
- Let's do it again.

I thought what she said
was very good.

- Where did she come from?
- Miss...

- Who let you in?
- Pardon me.

Who are you?

I must talk to you.
It's very urgent and important.

A matter of life or death.

I came across these letters

and this photo completely by chance.

I was giving his room
a good cleaning.

I made a very big mistake.

I read the letters.

I realized at once
we were faced with a tragedy.

I knew why my brother
was more and more depressed.

Because
this Miss B�atrice Deschamps,

writes to him,

but doesn't visit him.

It's making him sicker and sicker.

Why doesn't she visit him?

That's the tragedy.

She doesn't come
because she can't.

She can't because
her mother, B�atrice's mother,

is also very sick.

Since she's very old,

she can't leave her for a second.

If she knew the moral crisis
he's going through,

I suppose she'd come, of course.

Wouldn't it be easier
to tell him?

But it's impossible.

I would be the person to do it.

But I can't.

My brother would know
that I betrayed his trust

and that I had read his letters.

What exactly would �lisabeth
have to do?

Come spend an hour, a Sunday.

Sit next to him, talk to him.

I can give you details
about Miss Deschamps.

She gives lots of details
about her life in her letters.

What do you think?

I don't know.
It all seems very complicated.

That's the least we can say.

He's dying.

It's true I look like her.

Well?

If I pulled my hair back.

What do you think?

That... It's up to you, my dear.

OK. I accept.

Thank you, miss.

"Gilles, my love,
your blackmail worked.

"You win.

"I'll come next Sunday, at 4:00 p. m.

"I can't stay long.

"I burn with impatience

"and I'm counting the hours
that separate us.

"Your B�atrice. "

I have to tell you something.

Oh, good God!
Go ahead. What is it?

I have a friend.

- What do you mean "a friend"?
- A friend, a friend. Understand?

- She's B�atrice Deschamps.
- "Deschamps"?

The nice stamp lady?

I invented the stamps.
That was all my doing.

And there's something else.

Really? How did you meet,
without the stamps?

I wrote to her.

She put an ad in the newspaper.

You became pen pals?

That's right.

Well...

Why are you telling me this today?

Well, it's...

She's coming here next Sunday.

- Do you want to introduce her to me?
- Yes, if you like. But...

It's my first time seeing her.
I'd rather...

Oh, yes. I see.
I'd be in the way.

You'd prefer to be alone. Right?

Listen...

Her mother is very sick.

She's coming at 4:00 p. m.

"4:00 p. m."...

Fine. I'll fix a snack for you.
Tea or coffee, you tell me.

- You're really...
- Yes, good, good, good.

I'm so good,

maybe I'll even make you a tart.

I adore you.

Kiss me.

- Louise!
- Coming.

Hurry up. Come help me.

- Where's the fire?
- Quickly, Louise.

There.

Well, listen, you're perfect.
Very chic.

You didn't want to be a suitor,
but you look like a groom.

I'm ready to marry her.

- You'd leave me behind?
- No, not at all.

You'd come with us.

Damn! It's 4:00 p. m.!

We'd live in town
and we'd all be together.

With her mom?

Her mom won't be around long.

But you can't be sure
that this woman will please you.

You never met her.

I know her. I have her photo.

Photos are one thing.

But sometimes, seeing a face
in real life is another thing.

She looks nice.

A dreamer.

A romantic.

And not just romantic.

She's wild in her letters.

Please.

I'm sorry.

The tart is there, it's ready.

I also made you some sandwiches.

So, this is it:

when she arrives,
I'll let her in, get her settled

and I'll come get you in your room.

And then I'll slip out quietly.

Yes.

Wait.

Since you don't want
to be disturbed,

how will I know when she leaves?

I'm not going to hide
behind the door.

I'll put the broom in the window.

What do you think?

A very good idea.

- It's OK?
- Go for the broom.

You're terrific, Louise.

I'll do the same for you,

if you ever meet someone.

You know,

with an old maid like me,

you risk waiting a long time

before I put brooms
in the windows.

Look at me, in my wheelchair,

I managed it, through letters.

It's different for a man.

That's her.

How do I look?

Very handsome.

Louise, Louise...

Wish me good luck.

Good luck.

Hello, miss.

Hello. I'm Miss Deschamps.
I came to see Gilles.

I'm Louise, Gilles' sister.

I'm delighted to meet you.
Come in.

Whatever happens,
don't betray me.

Whatever happens.

I promise.
But what could happen?

You never know.

Here, sit down.

I'll get my brother.

I've got really bad stage fright.

Gilles. It's for you.

Hello.

I must leave you.
I have to go shopping.

Goodbye, Miss Deschamps.
I hope to see you soon.

Certainly. Goodbye, miss.

- Did you find it easily?
- Yes, I took the bus.

Then, I walked.

How...

How's your mother?

My mother?

She's sick.
She's very sick, of course.

I shouldn't leave her.
The doctor is very pessimistic.

Come, I'll show you my room.

- Take off your coat.
- It's so hot!

Yes. I turned the heat up.

- Are you OK?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Relax

What a nice view.

B�atrice...

Gilles, control yourself.

Let's talk nicely.

I can't talk.

Stop.

Stop it!

- Gilles?
- Yes.

Well?

So, what happened?

You didn't touch the snack.

She wasn't hungry.

We can eat the sandwiches
and the tart.

You could have offered
the poor girl some coffee.

You behaved like a jerk.

Time passed quickly,
you know.

No, I don't know.

�lisabeth is enraged.

She came back in quite a state.

It wasn't at all like you told us.

What was all that nonsense?

You're a liar!

She doesn't want to talk to you
or your pig of a brother.

I don't understand at all.

Gilles was happy.

He said it all went well.

That's a good one!
He practically raped her.

After showing her
repulsive photos.

"Raped"...

He's disabled in a wheelchair.

A funny kind of disabled.

It seems your dying brother
has the arms of a wrestler.

How can you prove to me
it wasn't this young artist

who teased my brother?

You have a lot of nerve.

She did it as a favor to you,
and free of charge.

Do you know
what your sick brother needs?

Find whores for him,
two or three times a week.

And leave my actresses
in peace.

Get it?

"Dear Gilles,

"My mother was in a state
when I got home

"after our afternoon
of unforgettable madness.

"I felt even more guilty,
as she had a bad night.

"My darling, my Gilles.

"you see, I can't come back soon.

"So, write to me quickly.

"Reassure me of your love.

"Write me ardent,
passionate letters.

"Your B�atrice. "

I'm sorry. There's nothing
for you today.

Thank you.

Is she coming back?

Who?

Well, that Miss Deschamps.

That, I don't know.

The next time,

I'd like us to receive her
more suitably.

I owe her a letter.

You "owe" her...
You talk like an accountant.

It's unbelievable.

Fine. I'll write
and ask her to come.

Here's Yvette come to get me.

No. Nothing.

Thank you.

Ah, Miss Deschamps.
How are you?

Hello, Mrs. Guillaume.
I'm fine.

Still no letter?

- You'll have one next week.
- Certainly. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

"Dear Gilles, I have so much grief

"after the terrible weeks
waiting for your letter.

"I have even more grief -
my mother died tonight.

"She died in her bed,
without saying a single word.

"I thought I had to write to you

"to tell you that I'm finally free,

"free, free to come see you.

"free to do everything you want.

"Write to me, Gilles,
and ask me to come.

"Come, come...

"Write.

"Your love, B�atrice. "

Here.

Will you mail this letter
when you go out later?

- Is it to B�atrice?
- Yes.

- She never came back.
- No. Her mother died.

- Don't forget.
- I won't..

- Hello, Mrs. Guillaume.
- Ah, Miss Deschamps. How are you?

Fine.

- Your letter, Mrs. Guillaume.
- Thank you very much.

Hello, miss.

Will you see if
if I have any mail? Deschamps.

Of course, Miss Deschamps.

Deschamps. Here, it's for you.

Thank you.

It's wonderful. Finally, a letter.

Goodbye.

I bet you she sent it herself.

She was too sure
when she arrived.

"Dear Miss Deschamps,

"I was sad to learn
of your mother's death.

"Unfortunately,
your letter came too late.

"I really enjoyed
corresponding with you

"and greatly appreciated
your letters,

"but I won't write to you again.

"My heart is taken.

"I've often mentioned
our friend Yvette.

"She and I have decided
to get married very soon.

"I'm sorry about your mother

"and hope you won't have
a bad memory

"of what happened between us.

"Please understand
and don't bear a grudge.

"Sincerely, Gilles Martin. "

I went to see Hugues.

I'll have lunch out. Gilles.

- Louise!
- Yes!

You're here.

- How are you feeling?
- Fine.

- Hugues! Hello.
- Good evening, Louise.

How are you?

You get younger every year.

You're a fool.

Listen, are you eating here?

Do you have enough for us?

Enough for two is enough for four.

We brought champagne.

"Champagne"?
But what's going on?

They have something wonderful
to tell you.

Well, go ahead.

- No, you do it.
- It's not for me to say.

Yvette, please.

No. The honor belongs to you.

When you're all finished
being polite...

I'll be here.

Louise.

Yvette and I are getting married.

You're a pair of pretty hypocrites.

You hid it very well.

Congratulations.

Are you happy?
Are you pleased? Are you glad?

Poor B�atrice...

"B�atrice"?

Who is B�atrice?

Ah, you didn't tell her?

What didn't you tell me?

Oh, no. I let it slip out.
I'm an idiot.

You'd do well to explain.

It's nothing. Less than nothing.

Her name is
B�atrice Deschamps.

We only saw each other once.

We wrote meaningless letters.

I want to know everything.

How long was this postal affair?

It wasn't an affair.

We wrote on and off
for a few months.

When we'd go for a walk
and you'd mail a letter,

it was to this...

It was to this woman?

Yes. But it was mostly she
who wrote.

I wrote and told her

that we were going to get married,
we two, you and I.

And you saw her?

Yes. Well, briefly.

Once, a few weeks ago.

But almost by chance.

Right, Louise?

Yes, absolutely.

What's this B�atrice like?

Oh, no...

Oh...

You're not going to start already?

Huh?

B�atrice is...

She's B�atrice.

And it doesn't concern you.
It's his business.

He was free.

Free to do what he wanted.

Including to write,
and to write to whomever he wanted.

The story of B�atrice is over.

Open the champagne.

- Go ahead, yes.
- Good idea.

I'll get the glasses.

It's warm, but it'll be fine.

Hurry up, Louise!

My table, my table!

To Yvette.

To Gilles.

To a long and happy marriage.

To Louise and Hugues,
our family.

What are you doing, Louise?
Are you coming?

Louise!

Are you coming down?

Yes. In a moment.

I'm coming.

Take the keys in the kitchen
and lock the back door.

Put them in my purse.

Deschamps, B�atrice

There!

I'm ready.

What's wrong with you?

Are you all right?

Yes, yes. I'm fine.

It's a great day.

Oh, yes.
A great day, my Louise.

Don't worry.
Everything will be fine.

And I'm here.

Do you commit

to one another,

freely and without constraint?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Do you promise to be faithful

for the rest of your lives?

Yes, for the rest of our lives.

In the home that you'll make,

will you accept the responsibility
of being spouses and parents?

Yes, we accept it.

Exchange your mutual consent.

Yvette Marie-Christine Le Goff,

will you be my wife?

Yes, I will be your wife.

And you,
Gilles Yves Jean-Marie Martin,

will you be my husband?

Yes. I will be your husband.

I take you as my husband
and I give myself to you,

to love you faithfully
for the rest of our lives.

I take you as my wife
and I give myself to you,

to love you faithfully
for the rest of our lives.

From now on, you are united
by God in marriage.

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