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WESTERN PYRENEES 1942…

ENTRE NOUS

Everybody off!

Hurry it up!

Your ID card.

We're engaged but unmarried.

No suitcases on the table.

Wait there to be checked.

Next.

Clean clothes on the other side.

Don't you have anything?

Your passport.

They took my papers when they made me see…

This way.

I'm not French, but…

-Are you married? -No.

-Your Name? -Helene Weber.

Women who are ill or have young children,

please go to the infirmary.

Are you French?

No, I'm from Antwerp.

Where'd they arrest you?

At the demarcation line.

In Chaumont-sur-Loire.

The town has a castle.

-You all alone? -Yes.

My mother died two months ago.

Have you been here long?

We came in June.

The worst part is my husband.

He's with the men.

We see each other every day, and talk in signs.

He can't take it.

"Dear Lena…

I know your first name.

I learned it at the infirmary.

My name's Michel. I'm in the Foreign Legion.

I'm stationed in Rivesaltes,

waiting for my discharge.

The camp commander authorized me to get married here,

and to take my wife out with me.

Will you be that wife?

You can trust me.

I only want to save someone like you…

The next convoy leaves for Germany in three days…

And you could be on the list.

Let me know your decision by nodding yes or no,

after reading this.

I'm the one serving beans."

What do I say?

Phony marriages don't count.

You don't have to stay together.

-That's enough. -You've already been served.

Yes.

Helene Weber,

do you agree to wed Mordeha

Isaac Simon Korski?

I didn't have time to tell you.

Nobody knows here. It's not obvious, is it?

Where can I go with a name like that.

I'm not even Weber now.

Weber could pass for Alsatian, or even German.

It could so be German!

But Korski! That has to be Jewish!

How come you're free with a name like that?

I'm French.

An lsaac can be French. They're not arresting the French.

Isaac Mordeha Simon Korski!

You call that French?

You don't even know where you're going.

You need a place to live.

Look… never mind.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

I'm sorry. Goodbye.

I bet you don't even have any money.

Give me that. Where do you think you're going?

That's good.

Thought it over?

I'll go to America.

How will you do that?

Know what it costs?

I have a diamond in my lining.

A big one?

No, small…

Why are you looking at me like that?

You look nice with your hair like that.

Blitzkrieg. You must be joking.

It's 3,000 miles to Moscow…

They didn't plan for Russian winter.

They'll get stuck like Napoleon.

Hitler has lost.

They're screwed.

In two months, the war will be over.

They have some great generals in the Red Army…

Malinovski… Timoshenko…

Voronov… Jukov.

Come to bed and forget about the Russian generals.

Madeleine…

What time is it?

Ten o'clock.

-You must help me. -Coming!

Hurry up. What are you doing?

I'm happy…

Picture time!

We gave up on you.

What's happening?

The Germans crossed the Demarcation line.

Okay! Try to smile!

The Steiners are gone.

Leon and Sarah, too… even the Mandels.

In two days, there won't be a Jew in town.

They're all in Italy by now. Even the Italians are going home.

Trust me.

If we get across the border, we're safe.

Careful. Don't get too close!

At least wait until it stops!

Don't push!

I'm thirsty. I see a water tap. Is there time?

-Okay, but hurry! -I'm going.

-Hurry! -Yes!

It won't work. The Germans are everywhere.

-What'll we do? -I won't get on that train!

-But everybody's going. -We're not sheep.

It won't get through?

The border's been closed.

Some are going over the mountain to Italy.

Which mountain?

Via the Col de la Madone. But it's 80 Kms.

Lena, Hurry!

Get aboard!

Get off the train! They said it won't get past the border.

Who told you?

Those people… The suitcase!

The black suitcase… Quick!

Images were first made to conjure

the appearance of something absent.

It soon became evident that an image

could outlast what it represented…

and, by implication showed how others saw it.

The result of…

-Do you love me? -Stop.

No!

Am I Mr. Right?

Not at all.

He is.

Go see what's happening.

The militia!

-How many are there? -Four.

Warn Senechal. You, upstairs.

What'll we do?

If we all go together, they can't take him.

-Roland Carlier? -Yes.

Come with us.

Please, keep calm.

Stop, for God's sake! Stop shooting!

Good God, stop shooting!

We'll never make it!

Come on!

Come. I'll carry you.

Come on.

Italy! We're home.

France… Italy.

Italy!

We're saved!

The English are here.

There's Carlier!

Come on, he's here.

I'm going to kiss you!

Who's that? Do we know him?

My dear Carlier, I'm glad to see you with us again.

I thought a lot about you while I was a prisoner.

It helped. I felt less lonely.

So you're living with your parents.

Madeleine, promise me something.

Don't stay there. They'll suffocate you.

When you were arrested, there was a rumor

that you'd been shot in the main square.

Hey! This is for our mother, New Jersey!

God bless America!

Long live America!

LYON GIRLS SCHOOL

Maybe I'm not royalty

Nor a snob

If you want to find me You'll have to look in all the little bars

…And on bistro chalk boards The tobacco store is my spot

Where I catch up on news at night

My apple, it's me

I'm happier than a king

I never freak out

Quietly, I push myself

Men, I believe 'em!

Why are they so worried?

'Cause to be happy like my apple, my apple

Just be as simple, as carefree as me

You're the Indian chief, no? So put on your feathers.

No, they're ugly.

Your mother's feathers? Do you want a spanking? Put it on!

No!

You don't want to put anything on.

You're not an Indian chief. You're chief of the dummies.

-I bet you have a daughter. -Two.

I wish I did. Even one would have done.

All I could manage was a boy. That one.

The one without feathers.

He's ashamed to wear them.

Know what time it is?

Quarter to four.

Where is she? She should be here by now.

What does your husband do?

Runs a garage.

Oh, that's good. Must bring in plenty nowadays.

And otherwise?

Daddy…

So what's your mother up to?

Would you mind keeping an eye on him?

Not at all.

I'll leave you the feathers because they're hers.

You'll stay with this lady. Now be good.

Sorry. Thank you very much.

So, ladies and gentlemen,

thank you all for coming.

-What's your name? -René.

I'm so confused.

-Don't worry. -Then he's left.

That's crazy. He could have waited for me.

My fortune-teller took forever reading my cards.

I don't believe in it, but I love it.

Do you believe in it?

I never tried it.

Give it back!

He wouldn't wear it.

She wants my mask.

She looks silly.

She's just playing.

Florence, give Sophie the mask. They're terrible!

-Your girls? -Yes.

The little one's a riot.

Why wouldn't you wear your feathers?

-They keep falling off. -But I made them for you. What a dummy!

-Don't you want to play with the girls? -No.

-Go play with them. -I don't want to.

He's shy.

I don't know how to manage him.

I'm just the opposite. Right, big guy?

I've torn my stocking.

You go bare-legged?

It wasn't cold out. I put on suntan lotion.

It smells good.

He's scary!

I don't like Coalmen. They're dirty.

Were you in Italy long?

Nearly a year. We lived in an attic.

Then, in France, we were quarantined for lice.

It was hard at first: no friends, no money…

He made deals everywhere.

He smuggled some gold. That got us going.

Lena's a pretty name.

It's Russian for Helene.

I prefer Lena. "Madeleine" sounds old, no?

No, I like it.

-I would have liked… -What?

Nothing. I never find the words. I'm shy.

Everyone's shy. That's life.

Well, here we are.

Can't we meet again?

I was trying to ask that.

Really? Burdeau 77 12. Will you remember?

-Call me. -I will.

-Tomorrow? -Tomorrow.

Again. Nothing but men in your cards.

What's it mean?

You're the romantic type.

I'm going.

Where'd you put Filliolet's address?

I gave it to you this morning.

I can't find it now.

What do the cards say?

Nonsense.

Wine's gotten warm.

Jack of hearts: that's me.

Ace of spades: no good.

Ten of clubs: that's better.

And what's this?

Filliolet's address.

Okay. See you tonight, honey.

I almost forgot the main thing.

What are you doing? I won't sell it.

It's just to show him, give him an idea of it.

-You trust me, don't you? -No, I don't.

Honest, it's just to show, not to sell.

What's that?

Oh, that.

It's not finished.

My problem is I never finish anything. I'm lazy.

ls that you?

That's not finished, either.

I was 19. It was as if my life had stopped.

I shut myself in… for months.

I was called the little widow of Rue de Cuire.

Then, one day, I put all my black dresses in a big suitcase,

and bought some crayons.

I met Costa at the end of the war.

He was fun. We made love. I got pregnant.

I stayed slim all through my pregnancy.

What do you mean?

You couldn't tell… right to the end.

That's him?

Yes.

I wonder who's kissing her now

I wonder who's teaching her how

I wonder who's looking into her eyes

Breathing sighs and telling lies

You're home. Hi!

Want a drink?

Have you decided? When shall we have them over?

You'll see… you'll like her.

We can have them… Saturday night.

Or the following Saturday.

We never entertain.

Daddy!

What's up?

Tell me a story.

-Sophie's asleep. -No, she's not.

-What kind of a story? -A Fernandel story.

-A Fernandel story… -Yes.

There was once a fat lady with a big beard and a little moustache.

When she went to market,

the people she passed laughed at her,

and made her cry.

-Maria! -The more they laughed…

I changed names five times, Lena twice.

What do you mean, twice!

Called herself Watteau, like the artist.

And our Italian ID cards.

Yes! Our fake papers!

Listen! We'd waited eight months in Genoa for ID papers,

to go to Switzerland.

We finally got them and left.

When we got to Milan, they were searching people at the station.

The Germans ordered us out.

We were scared stiff…

Your papers!

We hadn't even seen the German coming.

He looked at me, took the papers, read them,

looked at me again.

"All right!"… and he let us go.

And the name on our papers was Piperno!

ln Italy, that's like Levy… Very Jewish.

No kidding!

But we didn't even speak a word of Italian.

We told the guys at city hall,

"We need cards for two Jews."

So they picked a Jewish name: Piperno.

That's wild! That's a good one!

Right?

Well, good night.

I'll stop by the garage next week.

You're not made for each other…

Good night, Michel.

Politics, that's all.

And soccer.

At first, he claimed he was well-rounded, educated, that he'd teach me…

Sorry.

At the time I was naive.

I realized he'd never gone to school.

He told me he knew how to dance. I loved dancing.

The last time I got to dance was in 1939, in La Palme.

Make him take you dancing.

He doesn't know how.

-We could go together. Can you mambo? -No.

Stop! Or I'll never get it done!

We should take it in a little in the bust.

Have you ever been to Paris?

Once, two years ago, for the Auto Show.

We stayed two days. I didn't see a thing.

I wanted to go to the theater. I'd never been.

He refused.

Not exactly…

I'll mark off the hem.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

At intermission,

he wanted to leave, said the play was vulgar!

He doesn't like anything! What does he like?

Me!

He loves me.

Go get it! Hurry!

Stop it, Michel!

"I'm down to my nightie and I say, 'There!'

I look defiant as I casually rub…

the ridges my girdle left around my waist…"

You're expecting a baby?

That's all I need!

Did Costa get a part?

You won the lottery?

Carlier found me a job.

Really? ln Paris?

No, he's opening a gallery in Lyon.

That's wonderful.

Let me climb up!

No, you're getting annoying.

-What does Costa say? -He's delighted.

If it's lucrative.

She won't let me climb the tree.

Look at that! Look how dirty you are!

She's annoying us.

I'm not!

Time to clean up.

René, what did I tell you? Be nice to Sophie.

I don't believe it!

Carlier, would I sell you a fake?

I didn't say that.

It's a genuine Modigliani.

But it's stolen. That's worse!

-Are you sure? -It was part of the Kann collection.

It was taken to Germany at the war's end.

-What's this? -I don't know.

You're such a bore about your pension.

I can't make it. You can't cut corners that way.

You don't remember anything. What can I say? Stop!

He'd hidden it, the old fox.

Then there was some left?

There was one left.

I'll bring Madeleine a glass.

No thanks, not for me.

A drink, Madeleine?

It's too strong. I'll be drunk.

I love your parents. They're so nice.

Where's Lena?

She's all you care about. What about me?

You never look at me. I often look at you.

That blouse suits you.

Can't you throw them out once you've read them?

Look at it!

There's a ton of paper in this office!

When will you fix up this place?

How can you live in such a mess!

Coming?

I'd like to get a driver's license.

Would you let me do that?

I don't know, I could be a sales-girl.

Or a cashier…

You can't even add!

I asked you to work in the garage, and you refused.

Why go to work for someone else?

Feels good.

Dad…

The winner of the Tour of France bike race in 1952

was Fausto Coppa?

No, Coppi.

-With two "Ps". -You got it all wet!

But she loves that!

ls Dad coming with us to the Alps?

Yes, but he's going right back.

Why doesn't he stay?

He has to earn money so we can go on vacation.

She loves to be scratched all over.

It's getting cold tonight.

Care for a shave?

Play elevator?

The froggy elevator.

Which floor please?

Fifth.

-Which floor? -Eighth.

My turn.

Shall we go ring at mom's door?

No.

Not in front of the kids. That's enough.

Come on.

Let's all get in the elevator.

Here you are.

Sit, Tito!

What's his name?

Tito.

He never obeys!

Really. I can't train him.

I'm going to sell him.

I bought him for the kid. But he's a lousy dog.

Headaches…

Cheers!

Got a good secondhand car? Time I changed mine.

I'd like a Frigate. Can you find me one?

Maybe. What's your budget?

I don't know yet…

I'm onto a deal…

It could even interest you.

You'd have to put up a little money.

How much?

Sixty Thousand.

What is it?

A batch of American shirts.

There's a whole trainload. 18 cars full.

All sizes.

We'd be partners.

50-50.

Or I could borrow it from you.

Ten percent interest for a week loan.

Are you still going on vacation the 20th?

Yes.

Could I borrow your apartment?

I'm expecting a visitor.

Family?

Sort of…

René, you've had long enough!

I can't get out.

He's locked in. I'll get Dad.

There's no need.

How many times must I tell you, you don't need to lock the door?

It's crazy!

Turn the lock.

I can't.

You're such a goof!

ls it the kind you push or turn?

I don't know.

Take a good look.

ls it like a little butterfly?

I don't know.

-What's going on? -He's locked in.

I can't get out.

Move aside, I'll try.

Out of the way, René.

Did you pee at least?

Put in down.

Okay, I'll manage. Thanks, fellas.

-Michel. -Thanks.

I'm sorry.

Go ahead. Make yourself at home.

He was shocked. We dressed in a rush.

Ludicrous: we couldn't look at each other.

I'm laughing, but it's not funny.

Here's Costa.

So how are you?

What do you do in the evenings?

Isn't there a movie theater? Go to the movies.

ls there snow at least?

Sounds like fun!

Then you found someone?

I'd better hang up. Call you tomorrow. Love to the kids.

Me too… I miss you.

Well… I got screwed!

-What is it? -A batch of American shirts.

But they only have one sleeve.

I realized once I'd paid. I had no way of knowing.

They're made on an assembly line. By machines.

I don't believe it.

It happens!

It's either inedible chewing-gum, or stolen pictures.

Or sleeveless shirts!

Not sleeveless shirts! One-sleeve shirts!

Get the facts straight!

What was the idea?

Who did you plan to sell them to?

It's simple: I'll turn them into… short-sleeved shirts.

He came after all. Great!

Come in.

Isn't he in bed?

It's New Year's eve. He's up till midnight.

He sleeps in the hall?

I should put a door there.

You shouldn't have.

Give me your coat.

Well, how are the shirts?

They're there. Take your coat off.

There's lots of them.

That's nothing. There were loads more.

Then you can pay me back.

No problem. How long do I have?

Two or three weeks? Till the end of the month?

Midnight! Time for a hug!

Happy New Year!

You could've taken the car!

The girls like it. Right, girls?

Hurry!

Get in.

I'm sorry about the other day. Madeleine told me.

She said you were great…

Let's forget it.

Watch out, girls!

I'm going to jump!

Haven't we met before?

Didn't you try to drown me last week?

It's my first time here.

Must be your sister!

14! That's enough for me!

Look at my thighs.

What about them?

They're too fat.

Don't talk nonsense.

You have a wonderful body!

I have terrible breasts. You don't.

I've always felt ashamed of my breasts.

Mine are too small.

They're adorable.

Why do I feel so at ease with you?

THE PROGRESS

…And a stationery?

I love anything to do with paper.

Why not a haberdashery?

Or a tea room?

Waiting on people all day? No thanks.

No, a dress shop is best. Everyone's into fashion today.

CLASSIFIEDS

But you need to know a bit about it.

All it takes is good taste.

We should go to Paris collections. See what's being done.

You won't find out in Lyon.

Custom clothes are a pain. Let's stick to ready-to-wear.

And lingerie?

No, that's the worst.

You have to stock all sizes.

Some women have big breasts, others are flat as pancakes.

Looks okay. A bit small.

I can't see in. Needs work, right?

Nice neighborhood. Like it?

My parents will help us, but it's a large sum.

Michel has to put up the other half.

That's not counting the stock.

We don't have to pay cash.

We only buy the business. The rest is rent.

Let's not get big ideas. A small store is enough.

This one's ideal. Well located. That's what counts.

Can't you see us? It would be great.

We'd have a large house. With music. We'd see people.

We'd live it up!

And Sophie?

Where's Sophie?

She didn't get on.

We forgot her!

My God!

Cook yourself some noodles.

With butter. You can manage on your own for once.

Can't you even make pasta?

This isn't the time.

Of course, we went to the police.

I have to hang up. So the line's free.

Where was she?

You should know.

She showed up at the garage all alone.

"They forgot me," she said. Forgot her!

Does one forget a five-year old child?

Do you realize?

What were you thinking?

Say goodnight to Dad and go to bed.

I'll be right there.

Don't wake your sister.

All you have to do is take care of the kids. It's not hard.

You can't even do that.

I've had it!

What?

This machine doesn't work!

You don't know how!

Took me all day to do four. There are 2,000!

I'll never finish!

I have to hire someone.

These shirts will cost me more than I paid.

Then again, I didn't pay.

Too bad for the guy who lent me the money.

Do they want tickets for my show?

Of course.

That's all I needed…

I've sewn up the collar.

Do you like it?

You don't?

Madeleine lent it to me.

She didn't dare wear it?

Take it off at once.

What's got into you?

Know what you look like?

It's so tight, I can see your panty line.

There. No more panty line.

Gone!

Okay, you win! We won't go! That solves everything.

We're not going?

Don't spoil my one evening out!

You look like a hooker. I don't go out with hookers.

Okay.

I'll go alone.

Goodbye.

See, it suits you.

You alone?

He's not coming.

And Costa?

He's in a real state.

He's taken so many pills, he's groggy.

I hear the press is coming.

What's wrong? You seem upset.

Did Michel lend Costa money?

I think so. Why?

-He won't get it back. -No?

Looks like rain!

There's Michel.

-Why didn't you come? -Toothache. Didn't she tell you?

Let's keep moving.

Right, it's pouring. Let's dodge the drops.

-American suspension? -Of course.

-And new tires. -I can tell.

Sorry. You'll screw up the clutch.

It's always stalling.

It stalls! What'd you do to your examiner to get your license!

The phone!

Answer it!

Hold on.

Who is it?

Really?

Hello? I'm listening.

Happy birthday

Our best wishes come your way

Water!

Take it from the vase.

There's no need now.

I want to blow out the candles.

We'll light them again. No problem.

Let's light them again.

The 60,000 francs my husband owes you.

Thanks.

Wait. Some of them stayed lit…

Pop the champagne.

Thanks, Dad.

These flowers, may they bring you joy

Glasses!

Some for the kid!

May we all be happy and be of good cheer

And may we all meet again next year

-What is it? -It's Costa.

We had an awful fight. We said terrible things. I got out.

-Did I wake you? -Doesn't matter.

Let's go to the kitchen.

It was about the money.

He thought my parents paid it.

I never got to warn them.

He made a big scene.

I admitted it came from you.

-He got mad about that? -Yes…

Well, no…

It's an excuse.

The truth is, he's having a nervous breakdown.

Feels he'll never make it.

Thinks he's a loser…

That I'm keeping him down. Stifling him.

He's got some nerve!

I want a divorce.

Why?

It's not definite.

I don't know.

It's not working.

But how will you manage?

What will you live on?

A single mother? Do you realize what that means?

Can't one start from scratch again at 30?

I think I'll go to Paris for a while. Feel like coming?

I feel like kissing you.

I need a new mechanic!

Roger's stealing from the cash.

I calculated it: 70,000 francs are missing.

I'm sending Florence to dance school soon.

And Sophie?

Sophie, too.

Does it do any good?

If this goes on, I'll shave my head. A bowling ball!

I did it.

You did what?

I took the money.

You took money from the cash?

You steal from the cash now?

I needed money.

If I'd asked, you'd have said no.

I don't believe it. You've sunk that low!

It was for a marble gravestone for mother.

I sent a money order to Belgium.

To the stone cutter at the cemetery.

Don't you think I should go?

Sure. We can't just send 70,000 francs like that.

We have to go see, check on everything.

If not, we're done: they won't put anything up.

They'll keep the money and do nothing.

I could have an inscription engraved.

Mind if we sit in here?

-Going to Paris? -Yes.

So are we.

You should have seen Paoli when I told him we had a pass.

Do you smoke?

No.

Bother you if we do?

Not at all.

Lie down.

-Hello, Ma'am. -Hello.

You're not on my list. Are you from Paris?

Lyon. Rue de la République. Our shop's not open yet.

My friend must be here: Madeleine Segara.

Of course! Go right in.

Leave your bags out here.

…with…

…with a pink satin blouse.

Number 29.

For dancing, a strapless gown in black satin…

Full skirt in ivory satin,

and tulle edged with creamy lace.

Number 31.

For dining at the palace…

a white shimmering gown with pink panels.

I couldn't resist. I'm sure the other two soldiers were awake.

Incredible!

We didn't make love. He just caressed me.

But I was so excited, I thought I'd faint.

I can't explain. I'd never experienced it that way before.

But you came!

It was the first time?

Well… yes.

That's wild.

I'm ashamed.

Not him. He's old.

And the other?

I'm completely smashed.

Fresh air!

-I wasn't in the mood. -Why not?

-He had no ass. -You like asses?

I like there to be a little. Anyway, I'm too drunk.

I won't go back with you.

I'm staying in Paris.

I'm leaving Costa.

Are you serious?

Yes.

And our plans?

The shop?

What future is there for me?

Stay with me.

TO MY DEAR MOTHER NADIA WEBER BORN FRIEDMAN 1902-1941

Shut up, will you?

Stop it, Michel! Calm down!

I believed your story. I trusted you.

Can you understand?

Why'd you go to Antwerp if you trusted me?

What were you when I married you?

I tended to you like a plant.

I slaved so that you'd lack for nothing.

I gave you everything.

And what have you given me?

What have I got?

An urge to vomit, that's what.

I know you saw her! You don't even hide your filth, now.

Know what that's called?

Dykes! That's what you are!

That's enough!

Why? Isn't it true? I've been lied to!

Tell me if I've been lied to.

Tell me it's not true!

Using your Mom's grave! You've lost your self-respect!

You've gone crazy!

It's your fault!

You can't understand. Madeleine helps me live.

I'd suffocate without her! Understand?

It's my fault. I should have suspected right off.

I could have kept you apart.

She's always tried to set you against me.

She's jealous.

She has nothing with Costa. Look at the life he gives her.

She doesn't love her son. She's no mother.

I should've known she'd hurt you.

Come on. It's over now.

We'll start over, erase the past. I'll forget everything.

It's all over.

You want to work? Open a shop?

I'll get a shop for you. It's okay.

It's okay with me.

Come on. You'll see.

You mustn't see her.

Never again. Right?

My darling, after a horribly depressing day,

I woke up this morning feeling better again.

I was glad to be alive and breathing the air of Paris,

glad to be free at last.

Besides, I may have a job in a stationary store: 35,000 a month.

Not much, but it's a start.

Damn it!

Costa finally let my parents have the child.

That's best for now.

Dad and René are both pleased. Did you speak to Michel?

What did he say? I can't wait to see you here.

Hurry and pack: Paris is ours.

Madeleine.

Please understand…

For the moment, I can't break my promise.

Michel wouldn't forgive me. God knows what he'd do.

I'm afraid for the children.

If we're patient, I know things will work out.

ln a few months, I'll have enough money saved.

Then nothing can keep me here.

As for our dream shop… You see, I still say "ours"…

It's musty and small, but it has potential.

Careful, girls! Florence, come down!

Michel agrees, if the price drops a bit.

I pretend to be happy,

but I miss you terribly.

You like it?

Lena.

How can you simply scrap our wildest dreams?

I can't believe it.

I shouldn't have let you return to Lyon.

I should've forced you to stay.

It was time for you to leave Michel.

If you don't leave him now, you never will.

You're letting yourself be fooled,

because you're afraid. But of what, for God's sake?

4,500? What kind of business cards are they?

Engraved. That costs a bit more.

Why engraved cards?

They tell you to do it and you do it, without thinking.

Velvet, 35,000.

For the back wall.

35,000 for the back wall?

You're not selling the walls.

Why not gold hangers?

It would be chic… Parisian style.

To pay. That's what I'm here for!

You didn't sign it.

This is my fourth letter and still no reply. But I keep trying.

Work began Monday and I'm already in a panic.

If only you were here to advise me.

The girls go on vacation the 18th.

They'll return all red-cheeked.

We could have used yellow.

Everyday I look for a letter from you.

Please, if you love me a little, don't leave me in the dark.

Your silence pains me.

I so wanted to share this adventure with you.

We dreamed of it together, but here I am alone.

How could it be as satisfying?

I can't believe you've forgotten it all.

Where are you? What's happening?

Answer me, please. Lena.

Oh… here!

All this came back to you. Arrived this morning.

Left. No forwarding address.

Thank you.

Anybody home?

It's open.

It's you.

Sorry!

Where is she?

-She's not in Paris. -I know that.

Her job with Carlier didn't pan out.

It was really a secretary's job. It wasn't great.

She spent three weeks in a mental ward.

She was starting to…

I wanted to call you. She wouldn't let me.

She's better now.

She's with her parents, resting.

Thanks.

Don't say I told you!

-She won't see you! -She needs me.

She needs no one. Only rest. Leave her alone.

If you love her, you'll understand. I know she's here.

What do you want? Haven't you done her enough harm?

If he finds it too daring, I'll exchange it. I know how it is.

Goodbye, ma'am.

You were great! What a pitch!

Cut it out. You almost blew my sale!

-Why? -I lost control.

I felt you behind me. I wanted to giggle.

No, you've become a real pro.

It'll be warm.

It's weird hearing my voice again. I'd forgotten.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

I'm so happy! It's crazy!

Michel!

What's wrong?

Nothing. Champagne?

I was toasting the grand opening.

Want some?

No! Stop!

To hell with your shop!

Your whorehouse!

Goddamn whorehouse!

Sophie, your mom has come for you.

Go pack your bag. You too, Florence.

Why?

-We're going on vacation. -Again?

Are you hungry?

Florence!

Come, be free…

No, my destiny is here. I must stay.

Are you mad? Am I sane? God knows!

Same look, some face… Your hand.

Farewell.

-Ruy Blas… -My Lord?

This morning, when you came…

Costa…

What are you doing here?

Come on, we can't stay here.

You know where they are?

ln Cabourg, at my in-law's beach house.

I thought you knew.

What are they going to do?

Open a boutique in Paris.

They'll manage, they'll make out.

Feels weird, eh?

Mind you, I lost mine long ago.

I lost her right after I met her.

What about yours?

By the way…

Could you take one off my hands?

René, bring me some small razor shells.

Dad's here!

Hi!

-You kids all right? -Yeah!

-Having fun? -Yes!

Go for a swim?

Come on!

You just got here?

Did you come by car?

Shall we go?

It's cold!

How long do you plan to stay here?

You can't spend your life on vacation.

It's just for a while.

Until when?

How will you get by? And the kids?

We're moving to Paris.

With Madeleine?

How will she manage?

Is she taking her son?

I have a right to know.

Yes, you do.

So, I'm crossed out.

Just like that.

What about me? Have you thought of that?

What about my future?

We never had a day's truce.

We fought from the start.

What a waste!

A waste.

I'm sorry, Michel.

What a waste!

You can sleep on the sofa.

But please be gone before the kids wake up.

I wonder who's kissing her now

I wonder who's teaching her how

I wonder who's looking into her eyes

Breathing sighs and telling lies

I wonder who's buying the wine

MY FATHER LEFT AT DAWN

HE NEVER SAW MY MOTHER AGAIN

MADELEINE DIED TWO YEARS AGO

THIS FILM IS DEDICATED TO THE THREE OF THEM.

Subtitles: VDM