All language subtitles for Un_Revenant

THE RETURN OF
JEAN JACQUES

SILK MERCHANTS

- No, Edmond.
- Yes, Jerome.

- Your memory is failing you.
- My memory is very clear.

Are you finished playing ping-pong?

Jerome, if I knew you wanted to
risk five millions on the Market -

- I would've told the whole family.

It's good you didn't tell me.
I'm so trusting...

- You're too smart for that!
- Let's not get off the subject.

So, Jerome has foolishly lost
the five millions -

- and he wants us to share the losses

But you both
have a prosperous business.

Unprosperous... This year we made
500,000 francs less than the last year.

- Edmond!

- Are you my associate, yes or no?
- Not to speculate on the Market.

- No, give me your shares.
-They're worth more than that.

You're planning
on having the majority.

- I'd make you head of personnel.
- Right.

And I'd join the Union,
and have a pension. No, thanks.

- Don't you feel for me?
- Don't bring feelings into this.

My dear aunt, make an effort for
your nephew. You've always liked me.

- Yes, as a kid.
- Help us. If I were your age...

I won't waste
your inheritance to come.

Jesus, a little patience. I have
a bad heart, I could die any minute.

In the meantime,
manage on your own.

Cousin, you have...

No. I don't want
money matters between us.

What? No, I can't see anybody.
I'm in a meeting.

He won't give his name?
Well, have him write to me.

- There's one solution.
- Which one?

- Your son.
- Francois?

- Now is the time.
- For what?

To marry him off to Mlle. Brunet.
She's...

- Very rich.
- A snob.

He's right. The Brunets
are doing very well on the Market.

Do you think that our charming
Francois will accept such a scheme?

I won't ask him. Either you help
me out, or I sacrifice Francois.

As for giving over my shares, never!
It's in your hands.

It's not fair. The father is guilty
and we're sentencing his son.

Children are good for something.

Hello, please accept these flowers
and my best wishes.

- I know the way.
- But this is extraordinary.

Somebody who no longer lives has
sent me. I was to meet him here.

He won't come, though. I knew
I couldn't bring him back to life.

- Who gave you those flowers?
- You, when you came in.

I'm no longer the man that
came through the door. Time flies.

I hate tulips.

Now, I'll give you violets.

One day I'll love anemones.

They don't bloom gast.
I said, one day.

Don't try to understand me.
This is between me and me.

Don't be afraid, I'm just a ghost.

You're very beatiful,
but you don't remind me of anything.

- Wasn't there a wall there once?
- Yes, I had it torn down.

Horrible. Charming.

My view. It's dead nature.

Nice dead nature.

Memories and clouds.
They all go by.

And me, here I am under the sky.
I like this landscape.

- Did my visit surprise you?
- No.

- Were you expecting me?
- Of course.

- You think I'm crazy.
- Not at all.

My regards.
Put the flowers in water.

Say goodbye, Jean Jacques.

Goodbye Jean Jacques.

The other one said it better.
What's your name?

- Suzanne.
- Goodby, Genevieve.

Genevieve.

Do you know who I ran into?
Jean Jacques.

- He's back?
- Yes.

It's weird. After 20 years.
But I didn't let him talk to me.

- How did you recognize him?
- He followed me at a distance.

- It's his signal.
- What a memory.

- Let him come in. Are you afraid?
- Me?

So?

I don't want him to see you.

Let him into the living room.

Don't make me wait anymore.
Say, hello, Jean Jacques.

- Jean Jacques.
- Didn't you recognize me?

I thought yo had,
you were running so.

I'm always in a hurry.

You haven't changed. How are you?

- Fine, since that famous last time.
- What a story that was.

- A tragedy. How's your wound?
- It's healed.

You're just passing through, right?
When are you leaving?

- I just came.
- I was just asking, you know.

- How's business?
- Awful, awful.

So bad that,
if you asked me to lend you -

- 10,000 or 5,000 francs,
I couldn't even if I wanted to.

- That's how it is.
- You haven't changed either.

And Genevieve?

- Poor Genevieve.
- No.

Yes. Seven years ago.
She didn't suffer.

- How did she die?
- Quietly. She had a bad heart.

It runs in the family...

- Did she ever speak of me?
- Never.

But when she knew what happened...

What were you to her?
Just her brother's friend.

Just...

If you should see
any of our friends in Lyon, -

- don't mention any tragedy that
nobody would want to remind you of.

- What have I to fear?
- Remember, Genevieve is dead.

A scandal is not
a topic of conversation.

How is her brother, Jerome? Is he
still the best shot in the family?

- I'd like to see him again.
- He has lots of problems right now.

What are you up to?

What are you looking at?

This apartment where Genevieve
has lived. She had a nice life.

Poor Genevieve. No, thanks. I'm
not tired. Goodbye, Edouard Gonin.

If you see me in the street,
don't run away.

Just lift your hat, and I'll do
the same. I hate unpoliteness.

For any reason at all.

- So?
- It all went well.

- What happened?
- I didn't let him tell me.

He's not a serious type of person.

- Did he ask about me?
- No, he didn't.

Not surprising after all.
What did you talk about?

What do I know? We haven't talked
for 20 years. I have to make a call.

He just left.
And you know what he said?

"Goodbye, Gonin." It worries me.

He asked me in that mean way of his,
if you were still the best shot.

He can't touch us.
After 20 years there's prescription.

Anyway if he wants
to make us sing... Yes you and me.

Nothing would've happened
without you.

And what does Genevieve think?

That was smart. Congratulations.

If I were you, I wouldn't go out.

They've rehearsed enough.
That's it for today.

Mlles, you can leave. Serge, tonight
you'll leave me the scene, right?

The orchestra will rehearse tonight.

- Francis.
- Coming, boss.

Set it up quickly. How are you?

Not bad.
But there's nothing to rave about.

Give me some light, technician.
What's wrong?

- It's stuck, one second.
- Hurry up.

There we go.

What is it?

I said everybody out.

- Who's there?
- Genevieve.

- Who?
- Genevieve.

Genevieve...

I was in the house when
Edouard told you about my death.

You didn't want me
to believe it. Thanks.

- It must be weird.
- I'm used to it.

- Why did that idiot lie?
- He panicked.

- What does he reproach himself?
- More than you think.

Are you at least happy with him?

Just as happy as anybody else.

Widen the spotlights, techinicians.

As soon as the backdrops are ready,
light them up.

Do I bother you?
I've waited so long...

- For this moment.
- How did you know?

It's what you say
in these situations.

I'm glad you're alive.
But why haven't I seen you?

When I left the hospital, you'd
already left on your honeymoon.

You could've sent me a goodbye note.
That would've eased my recovery.

Two hours after the tragedy,
I had left Lyon.

What could I do? Edmond was rich.
I had to marry him.

I thought when I came back,
I'd find you. I had my fantasies.

So they knew about our relationship.
But they wanted to end it.

I wasn't...

So Jerome lied. That night, he
didn't mistake me for someone else.

Thanks.

How could you live with
such examples of mankind?

I was helpless.

One more thing...

I want to know whic role
they had in each scene. Edmond.

- He bought the gun.
- Jerome fired. And your father?

- He waited for the outcome.
- A united family.

- I could have been rich.
- I could've been your wife.

- You were such a sentimental girl.
- I've suffered a lot.

Who could I confide in? They were
all accomplices. I haven't changed.

- I only loved you.
- What a sordid story.

At least Jerome did something with
his life. He tried to murder me.

- Where is M. Sauvage?
- Here.

- I have an awful dressing room.
- Talk to the stage manager.

Marchal.

You can come if you like.

That backdrop is too close. Move it
back, at least a meter and a half.

- I'm sorry, boss.
- And prepare the change of scenery.

- It's my first time on a stage.
- You can still be an actress.

- Why do you say that?
- You look good here.

- I'm moved.
- It's your first time on a stage.

You must think I'm stupid.

What a crazy idea coming here with
my show, instead of going to Paris.

But I came back and discovered
the backside of an old melodrama.

And now I want to be informal
with you, Genevieve.

Genevieve, you're a weird person.

Genevieve, do you hear me?

Wait for me. I'm coming.
I'm coming out of the shadows.

That's what I said
while I was delirious.

These words come back to me now
after so many years.

Sorry, Madame. Memories...

Jerome did well in killing the idiot
I once was. Now I'm a new man.

They've changed the scenery. It's
autumn now. We're like dead leaves.

- Do you remember...?
- That's all I do.

Nothing happened.
I can't remember after...

Good. Every once in a while you
have to make sure you're not dead.

See? The act is over.

Pull it up, please.

- See you soon.
- Whenever you want.

Goodbye, Mme. Death.

I think I'm dreaming.

I think I'm waking up.

We'll never meet again like that.

So? Is your meeting over?

- Did you find a nice dressing room?
- You're so nice.

What will you do if you found out
who murdered you 20 years ago?

- One of your friends?
- Yes, me.

That would make a good ballet. You'd
be attractive in the role of death.

I was mistaken.
I thought he was in, but he's not.

- I'm sorry.
- I see.

- Will he back soon?
- I don't know.

I'll wait.
Don't bother, I know the way.

- Tell him I'm in the last room.
- That's...

I know, I know.

He didn't leave.
He's in Francois' room.

- Unbelievable!
- Did he leave?

- No, we're stuck with him.
- If...

Leave me alone!

Jean Jacques, my old friend.

What a momnet. Thanks for waiting.
It would've been a pity to miss you.

I didn't miss you.
My dear Jerome.

Edouard told me you were in Lyon.

He has changed. Genevieve's death
has weaken him morally -

- and intellectually.

- I never thought he'd get over it.
- Poor Genevieve.

- God took her away.
- He was bored without her.

Such a charming soul.

This was her room.

- Now it's my son's. Francois.
- Ah, yes, Francois.

He paints. He'll be my successor, he
must know the business thoroughly.

Here are his paintings.

You might not see it,
but he's talented.

I see it.
I know him well. He's like his room.

He's... romantic.

Sentimental. Tormented.

Impulsive.

Respectless.

Messy.

Well dressed.

Childish.

And generous.

- Your exact opposite.
- He worries me.

But luckily he has the Nisard blood
in his veins. And you?

I survive. But it was here
where I almost didn't make it.

- One of my cruelest memories.
- Really?

Is the living room still downstairs?
Do you mind?

- Is there something wrong?
- No, why?

- You look tense.
- This rooms brings back memories.

- You're moved, it's normal.
- I remember.

- What?
- I have an elephant's memory.

- Is it weird?
- It's very funny.

I remember hiding behind the couch
to read police and mystery novels.

Yes...

The night would creep up on us while
we were reading our mysteries, -

- trembing with fear.

- Jerome.
- Yes, my friend.

May I? I want to tell you an old
news item. Almost like a series.

Tell me what you think.

It was 20 years ago,
in this living room.

At 11 o'clock at night.

A young man comes through
the window. He enters.

He crosses the living room.

But someone is spying
behind that door.

He leaves the living room.

Goes out to the hall.

Starts up the stairs.

The living door opens again, and
the person hiding crosses the hall.

He, too, goes up the stairs.

He hides, while the young man
goes to the room, -

- where he is expected.

He enters and calls out the name
of whom he's come to see.

Genevieve...
Suddenly...

The young man falls.

Assassinated by his best friend.

- What do you think?
- You came back to settle things.

For a clarification.
To straighten out the shooting.

- I thought you were a robber.
- A tragic mistake. No, Jerome.

While your dear father was waiting
in his study under a Christ, -

- you were waiting for your victim,
with a gun, given to you by Edmont.

I can tell you now. She was sick
of that futureless relationship.

She laid the trap by giving you
an unusual rendez-vous.

When you knocked at her door, she
wasn't in her room, but behind you...

She was the one who shot.

The proof is, she missed.
I would've hit the bull's eye.

The next day, I invented
that story which satisfied everyone.

Starting with you.
It could've happened.

But you know Genevieve, she
couldn't play such a hidious role.

Therefore let's stick to it.
Nothing happened between you two.

Not even my own corps.

I advise you to forget that story.

Let's keep the first version. I took
you for a robber. That's the truth.

- The truth.
- I swear on Genevieve's ashes.

That settles it.

I'll leave you just as you were
when I came.

Strike a pose.
Nothing has happened.

- Did you hear all that?
- Who did he talk to?

Not me. He found someone to talk to.
I blamed it all on Genevieve.

- He thinks she's dead.
- Thanks to who?

By the way, you're a scumbag.

After all I've done, you refuse to
help me. You just want the majority.

- Don't exaggerate.
- Who shot him?

- Who missed him?
- I enabled you to marry my sister.

My responsibility was
to provide the gun. Are we even?

Yes.

- There's your son.
- We'll talk later.

I'm counting on you to convince him.

Hello, uncle. Hello, Dad.
How are you?

Thanks.

- Your turn.
- I hope we won't eat late tonight.

Larnaudio is having a little party.

- You'll stay home tonight.
- He's a very nice boy.

He never goes to Church.
I won't allow you to go out tonight.

- Get married.
- What?

- Then you won't have to obey him.
- I won't get married until I'm 30.

For the sake of the family,
I hope you're not serious.

- But I want to live first.
- You don't live alone.

Have I lived since your mother died?

I'm just putting in
a token appereance.

He's right, if your aunt died...

My generation wants to live
before getting married.

No, don't try to cheat.

- I wanted to give you a surprise.
- What?

I don't know... if you deserve it.

Tell me, so I can at least sleep.

You'll be extremely rich.

- Do you know Gilberte Brunot?
- The ugly one?

She's not ugly. She's 20 years old.

Let her keep them,
I don't want them.

If you want to take it that way...

In a month you'll be married to her.

Silence! It's your turn. She's a
great catch and she'll be your wife.

- I'd rather kill myself.
- Do you want a slap? Not that one.

Hello.

- Where have you been?
- Home.

- Here, read that.
- What is it?

- Read.
- Have you read the paper?

- You only read about the Market.
- It's Jean Jacques Sauvage.

- You have to admit he made it.
- He's come to provoke us.

- I'm sure he has bad intentions.
- He's too busy for that.

- Are you defending him?
- We must make a counter attack.

- He'd laugh if he heard you.
- It's unbelievable.

Especially for a loser.
He's amazed the Americans.

- Go to your room.
- The paper is interesting today.

- What's up, Marchal?
- A young man is waiting for you.

- There he is.
- Good morning, Monsieur.

Here. Please wait a moment.

Why are you rehearsing a classical
ballet? Do Andromede.

I changed my mind.
Rehearse Andromede.

Am I interrupting you?
I... well... I'm sorry...

I don't know how to begin. I didn't
think you'd see me. I'm surprised.

I'm a painter... That is, I paint.

I like drawing, painting,
music, theater...

I thought for the sceneries...
Understand?

- Did you do this?
- Yes.

By yourself?

- By hand?
- Yes.

- This French garden is very nice.
- What garden?

It's the castle of Sleeping Beauty.

I read that you're making a ballet
so last night I...

- Serge, where's Karina?
- Sick.

Did you call the doctor?

He'll be here soon then.

Your sketches aren't without
quality. What's your name?

Francois... Larnoudie.

Does your father
approve of your vocation?

If he knew I was here, he'd make
a scene. He's a poor idiot.

I have one advice. Become someone.
The question is, who?

I'll become myself.
I knew you were a wonderful man.

I didn't dare come here. The pills
I took are starting to work, I think

- I want to kiss you.
- Let's go out.

May I? Thank you.
I'd do anything for you.

You should be my father.
Life is so unfair.

But not that unfair.
I've met you at a crucial moment.

They want to marry me off to a poor
idiot. A rich one, but an idiot.

My father must be having problems,
so I have to sacrifice my future.

But now that I have talent, no.
He'll have to think about that.

- Here, take these with some water.
- What is it?

It's bromide.

A former police inspector is here
to see you, boss.

- I'll see him now.
- Should I leave you my drawings?

Wait for me.

Monsieur Savage.

- I'm sorry to receive you here.
- That's fine.

I won't beat around the bush.
There's nothing nice about my job.

You chose it. What is this about?

An incomplete investigation.

You used to live in Lyon.
You were born in Lyon.

- Do you have family here?
- No.

- You suddenly left after...
- A shooting accident.

You went to Paris and took an alias.

Jean Jacques Sauvage. A fancy.

My father's absurd name didn't fit
my new character.

I was no longer the same man.

They wanted me to be a merchant.
But that's none of your business.

Yes, it is. Let's be honest.

Your unexpected arrival here has
created some legitimate feelings.

I'm sure they're wrong when
they say that... I don't know...

You're vindictive and...

Am I disturbing? Sorry I came into
my dressing room without knocking.

- Mlle, you dropped this.
- Thank you.

- Are you waiting for M. Sauvage?
- Yes.

- You too?
- What?

Are you waiting for him, too?

He's in my dressing room.

- Is it blackmail or not?
- I'm not taking anybody's side.

Reassure your friends.
Or your clients.

Tell them that I haven't thought
about them for the past 20 years.

Goodbye. After you.

You know the way.

Mademoiselle...

I want you on stage
in ten minutes. Hurry up.

Should I leave you my drawings? No?

I'll get back to you. Wait for me
in Mlle. Karina's dressing room.

Do you know Mlle. Karina?
M. Larnoudi.

We'll manage without your help.

I'm sure you'll make
his waiting comfortable.

See you later.

- Take a seat.
- I'm not tired.

Here, hang that up.

Can you hand me my...?

- Here you are. Oh sorry.
- Thank you.

- Will you help me with my boots?
- With pleasure.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

You're not very talkative.

- Where should I put them?
- Under the little table.

- Do you know what time it is?
- It's not late.

Can you do me a favor?
Open the cupboard.

Pass me the fourth pair of shoes
on your right.

- Do you have them?
- Coming.

- Here.
- Are you going to give them to me?

- Why do you hide?
- I'm not hiding.

- Are you from Lyon?
- Yes.

- I don't know Lyon. Is it nice?
- It's not like any other place.

Maybe at first sight...

Not many of its people leave.

They know that they can't find
a prettier landscape than here.

- I'll show it to you, if you want.
- Where have you read all that?

Nowhere.

You're very cute.

- That's for me. What are you doing?
- I wonder what M. Sauvage wants.

He's already forgotten about you.
Don't stay here, you'll get bored.

Stand over there.

I'd ask you to go down to the stage,
but M. Sauvage hates that.

I'll be fine. I don't like heights,
but if I fall you can pick me up.

Sure. See you later, maybe.

- Your protege is still up there.
- Isn't he nice?

- He's very nice.
- Karina, we're waiting.

Here's today's work sheet.

- A lady is waiting for you.
- Yes, one minute.

Don't just stand there.
You'll see better from the stage.

You're too nice.
I know you're making an exception.

- I like you.
- You barely know me.

I know you very well,
I was once 20 years old.

Do what you love,
and love what you do.

I don't know your father,
but don't end up like him at 50.

Trust me.

Have you waited long?
Do you have something to tell me?

I'm listening.

Your brother told me that he could
talk to my connections -

- to cut off my credits.

Between us, I think
he over-estimates his power. So?

So, I have nothing else to tell you.

It seems that you were the one
who missed the shot, back then.

- Is that what Jerome said?
- Yes.

I won't put up with that!

We'll see if he dares repeat that
in front of you.

- Remember that you're dead.
- I'll come back to life.

- Edmont wouldn't forgive you.
- I've had enough of him.

He broke into my desk and stole
every single letter from you.

I admire women that live
with men like Edmont.

I shared his life, but he didn't get
anything from mine. Nothing at all.

I haven't lived.
I've never forgotten.

I meant somenthing to you.

There's no difference
between a dream and the past.

Between a real dream
and an imaginary one.

Once I dreamt I was Greta Garbo's
lover. You're no more than a dream.

No more than Greta Garbo.

You're passing thorough the night.
You love these outdated stories.

All those young girls from Lyon...

Does it amuse you,
a girl who's wasted her life?

- I don't have any memories, only...
- Regrets.

Even my sentences are predictable.
What are you thinking about?

- The unpredictable.
- What is that?

What always ends up happening.

Genevieve,
I'm leaving Lyon in four days.

If I asked you to forget your pride,
and to follow me...

- Are you kidding?
- Of course.

Do you want to kid around
with me for life? What?

I left Edmont...

- I'd die.
- That's always something.

- Are you crazy?
- Will you share that with me?

- But why?
- It's never too late, my love.

- Are you serious?
- I know what you're capable of.

I've decided, Genevieve.

No, our first kiss will be
when your train leaves the station.

One of my ideas.

How would I tell Edmont?

You'll write a letter to him.
I'll send it before we leave.

He'll receive it the next day.

I'll tell him how much
I despise him.

We don't want him to hate you.
We want to make him desperate.

- I'll dictate it.
- I don't have any paper.

Here, on the back of this music sheet
I'll word the envelope.

- Ready?
- Yes.

- "My love."
- I said that to him in 20 years.

"My love." Comma, next line.

"Do you remember
that song by Mozart?"

- I never sang that to him.
- Good, he'll think he's gone crazy.

You taught me that song. It's
the only memory that you left me.

Let's not get emotional.
"My love." Comma, next line.

"Do you remember
that song by Mozart?"

- A-R-B?
- A-R-T.

Please, now is not the time.

Where can she be?

- 8:25.
- And where's Francois?

Tell me...

Genevieve,
don't you find her weird?

She ordered two outfits, and does
not care about the dinner tonight.

Take her to the doctor.
It might be her hormones.

You think so?

Maybe you're right.
I'll take her to Abbot Laroche.

Francois is here.

Flowers for Mme.

Again.

Jean Jacques again. I'm starting
to get mad. Read the card.

"Dear Edmond,
Please lay these modest flowers..."

Modest. He's so conceited.
"... on our dear Genevieve's tomb."

- He's becoming impertinent.
- What does Genevieve say?

She thinks they're from me. She
must think I'm an idiot. Flowers!

There's about 2,000 francs worth.

- Finally. Where have you been?
- Are the flowers for me?

Who else?

- They're from me.
- I hardly recognize you.

- Thank you.
- Where have you been?

Are you in a bad mood?
What if I hadn't come back at all?

Get used to the idea of losing me.
My horoscope said I'd die before you.

At least I'd know where you were.

Hello, Dad. Hello, uncle.
Hello, my favorite aunt.

Stop that.
Where have you been?

Playing pool. I beat Larnauide.
You should've seen it.

What is it?
You've changed your hair style!

- What do you think?
- Great. Your dress is beautiful.

- You're looking good, too.
- You can't imagine.

- Stop the compliments.
- One must talk about his happiness.

What good is it, if not?

Call the maid. I'm hungry.

Just a moment.
My news will stir you appetite.

In a month you'll marry
Gilberte Brunot.

The day after tomorrow you'll meet
your fiancee at Celestins, -

- where your future parents in-law
has reserved two boxes.

You are granted a credit of
150,000 francs at Loisier for a ring.

150,000...
But it's a good investment.

You'll spend your honeymoon
in Italy. Now let's eat.

- But I do not love Gilberte.
- Who asked you to love her?

Serious people don't marry for love.

- You have to love what you do.
- Then we wouldn't do anything.

I'm not physically attracted
to Gilberte.

"Physically attracted"...
You've been drinking.

- This would have sobered me up.
- Enough! You are changed as well.

- You can't force me to marry.
Did they do that to you, aunt?

- It was different.
- I have the right to love.

You can always have other women.

Did you think I'd never
loved anyone but your mother?

You can have my bachelor flat.
I had three lives:

A business life, a public life,
and a personal life.

Then people will respect you.

I don't care what people think
and I find silk boring.

The company goes back
to the Restoration. I could...

I'm 20 years old
and I'll not end up like you at 50.

Did you rest well, Karina?
You're rehearsing in 20 minutes.

- What?
- Classical ballet.

- I'll only rehearse the steps.
- You'll do as everyone else.

You're not kind this morning.
Hello, Dictator.

- Hello, Slave.
- I'll be ready in a second.

He's nice, the eccentric
I introduced to you yesterday.

- Francois? You liked him?
- He reminds me of myself.

- You always come back to yourself.
- Can he be completely like me?

I'd find it fairly amusing
if he gave up his brilliant future-

-and disappeared to live in Paris
under the curse of his parents.

- He lacks your sense of humor.
- But we have the same taste.

I'm a free person.

I'm just happy
I introduced you to each other.

- He's probably downstairs.
- How come?

He went out an hour ago.
Happy now?

I'm in paradise.

After you.

- You'll be his first heartache.
- The most important one.

Hello, my young friend.
Where are you going?

I was going to see a friend...
On another floor, I think.

And another hotel, probably.

I thought you came back
for the knife, you forgot on a table.

Come with us to the theatre.
Karina will show you the way.

Hurry up, ladies.
You're late.

Hurry up. Hello, boss.

M. Larnaudie, you're welcome
in the auditorium.

I would love to.

Would you also love
to paint the scenery?

I have dreamed of doing that.

We'll talk about that
in 5-6 days... in Paris.

I'll take you to Paris.

You're talented...

...as a boy scout.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
Is everybody ready?

Put on the spotlights.
Clear the stage, Francois.

Take off your necklace.
I've told you: no personal jewelry.

I'm sorry.

In your places!

- I'm expected, I've told you.
- First the nephew, then the aunt.

That firebrand wouldn't let me in.

- He just followed my orders.
- He obeyed blindly.

Do you like my coat?
Lovely hat, isn't it?

Since yesterday
I've felt younger and younger.

Stop, Genevieve,
or you'll be too young for me.

I'm not hiding anything now.

I met a friend of my brother's,
who asked me where I was going. -

- and I said:
"To Celestins to meet a friend."

It took his breath away.
I don't care what people say.

- Are you happy? And my letter?
- In my wallet.

- It's nice to feel your hand.
- Wait. Try those movements again.

I wish I could see Edmond's face,
when he realizes that I have left.

- Francois is here.
- No...

- Where?
- Dressing room six.

I love you and you love me.
That's all I want from life.

- I'm ready to die.
- How charming.

- I'm ready to die with you.
- How reassuring.

If you stopped loving me
I'd prefer to die.

I'm not like Werther.

He lived between Charlotte
and her husband. I couldn't do that.

I'd suffer too much.
There are two kinds of suffering.

I don't mind suffering...
for no reason.

And I don't mind being jealous...
without reason.

And if I was unfaithful?

Then I would never have
fallen in love with you.

It's you and me for ever, my love,
my one and only, my little honey...

- For how long can you go on?
- Forever... if you want me to.

But you're not very jealous.

You haven't even asked me
where I went this morning.

- Where did you go?
- Your hand... Close your eyes.

Karina... I'll love you to death.

- Open your eyes. Do you like it?
- You are a darling.

The ring is on your finger.
My destiny has been decided.

- I have to go. Are you coming?
- I would go to the end of the world.

Karina, don't dance to the music.
Dance to the feelings... Again!

- Is Francois really here?
- Turn around.

- Why aren't you at the office?
- I wanted to talk to you.

Have you seen him again?
Yesterday you met...

Your friend Allilaire.

He told me where you were going.
There's no need to deny it.

Don't you have anything to say?

- Think of your reputation.
- My reputation...

- I wish to protect it.
- By slandering me.

Jean-Jacques came
to see you yesterday.

- And?
- You accuse me of a murder attempt.

- So you have been seeing him?
- Don't change the subject.

Didn't you tell him
that I'd shot at him?

I had to explain. I thought
he believed that you were dead.

- You weren't exactly heartbroken.
- I was so young.

Sure...
But you know my diffuculties.

I have decided that Francois
is going to marry Gilbert Brunot.

The Brunots is one
of the riches families in Lyon -

- and they have connections.

If your indecent affair is known -

- the marriage will never be
and I need the money.

I need my freedom,
I need clean air and amusement.

I need a life... A life! You don't
know the meaning of the word.

Hello? Excuse me?
It's for you.

Hello? The bank?

They told you that I was here?
Good.

A check for 100,000 francs? Never.

My son came in with it?
Then it's perfectly valid.

But in future call me first.

Your nephew just robbed me
of 100,000 francs.

- You... You...
- Yes?

That...

Yes, aunt. It's a fact. Francois
is going to marry Gilberte Brunot.

And Gilberte's dowry will allow
Jerome to clean up his mess.

Poor little Francois.

Oh, you are here. Hello, aunt.

What is the matter with you?

- Is it arthritis? Annoyances?
- It's my stomach.

- You haven't seen Francois?
- He came in yesterday.

He even sat down at your desk
to do his correspondance.

He came to see me in the afternoon.

- Did he tell you my answer?
- To what?

He came to ask for 100,000 francs
on your behalf.

- Did you give it to him?
- Of course not.

I would have given it to him,
but not to you.

Good for you. He has forged
my signature and cashed a check.

- Clever boy.
- Exactly.

I don't understand why.

Young people need money
for their... adventures.

- Adventures?
- Hasn't he told you?

You don't know? I can't believe it.

Every night he has dinner
at Francotte -

- with one of Celestin's dancers.

- What?
- He's an handsome young man.

- How do you know?
- There are no secrets in Lyon.

I know from Hermini Feuillard
who knows it from Desire Duplantier,

- whose cousin twice had dinner
at the table next to Francois'.

There's only one thing to do:

Ask Jean-Jacques to put an end
to this shameful connection.

- We'll send Genevieve.
- Impossible. He thinks she's dead.

- Do you really think so?
- Of course.

He wouldn't refuse the widower
of his old fiancee.

I couldn't lie about her death.
It would be indecent.

- But she's still alive.
- Yes, to us. Not to him.

What is this all about?
Has this Jean-Jacques returned?

- What a wonderful coincidence.
- Yes, it sure is.

Hello? Yes? Excuse me?

Yes, of course.

Francois has brought a ring
for 250,000 francs. And for who?

- I'll go and talk to Jean-Jacques.
- What'll you tell him?

That he has to tell the girl
to stop seeing Francois. Or else...

- Or else?
- Or else you will hear from me.

If Francois isn't home by tonight
I'll create a commotion.

Nobody fears a scandal
as much as you do.

You're a master of hushing up,
my dear Jerome.

Look at me. I'm serious.
I'm capable of the worst.

You wouldn't shoot your old friend
again after 20 years?

That would make too much noise.
I've become a celebrity.

I would never do a thing like that.
I was carried away. It's my temper.

Your premeditated temper.

I understand your preventions.
But after all... we were friends.

- If only I knew who she was.
- She's out of a good family.

But Francois has only known
her for three days.

Do you need me tonight?
I have been asked out for dinner.

Do it, by all means.
See you later.

I'll be honest with you.
I trust you.

He's getting married in a month.
If the marriage falls through...

What does it take to make her
leave Francois?

- What are you insinuating?
- For old times' sake...

Tomorrow at the gala he has to sit
in the box of his parents in law.

If you reserved a seat for him
I suppose he'll be there.

- Karina? Have you heard the news?
- What news?

Look at the front page.

- Have you got it?
- Yes. But I don't see it.

"Our correspondent reports: The
situation is getting worse in Lyon."

"Francois is falling deeper
and deeper in love with Karina."

- I'm crazy about you.
- Take another shower.

It doesn't help.

Come in.

- A cable for you.
- Thank you.

- What is it?
- Nothing.

What a strange voice.

MY LOVE WILL BE THERE
FOR THE GALA. LOVE MAXIME

- Curiosity is a bad thing.
- Is that all you have to say?

I had a life before I came here.
I didn't even know that you existed.

You can't allow him to come now.
He calls you "my love" in a cable.

Because I've allowed him to.

Five minutes ago you loved me.

- I still do.
- Then you can't see him.

Try to be a little reasonable.

I'll introduce you to him tonight.
He's a very nice person.

- No. I'm not Werther, you know.
- Then stay at home.

I'll talk to the bastard
and then he won't insist.

- Maybe he loves me too.
- Not like I do. How old is he?

40 years old. And he isn't stupid.

He's an old man, and you're
just another woman to him.

To me you're the one and only.
The only woman in my life.

All I have is you,
my love... my darling.

If you knew what I had done for you.
But I have no regrets. I love you.

You can tell him that.
He'll understand.

At his age he has to back off.

Do you want me to say: "You have
to go because you're 40 years old."

If you choose him,
I'll make a scandal.

That's enough. I hate scenes.
Why don't you just keep quiet?

You didn't hesitate in taking my ring.

Here you are.
Put on your clothes and go away.

How can you talk like that?
You aren't leaving me, are you?

- Take your ring and go away.
- I'd rather die.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.
Say something, Karina.

I'm so sorry, Karina.

It's too late.

- Hello.
- This is General Prevert.

My son will soon be here, Monsieur.

He won't come. I'm sure of it.
What a mess.

What will we tell the father?

It will fall through.
The marriage will fall through.

I don't like the face
of that girl at all.

The mother smiles
and the daughter looks like a fool.

Stay back, Genevieve.
Jean-Jacques might come in.

Just a moment. I want to have
a good look at all these nice people.

Goodbye, audience. Goodbye, past,
my wasted life, my long days.

Goodbye, M. Lenessue,
with your 100,000 francs allowance.

Goodbye, Mme Boncornet,
with your bad girls.

Goodbye, Seipion Cornelier, you
old jesuit with three mistakes.

Goodbye, Cornelie Dibinnet, with
your light thighs and heavy breasts.

There are Pierre Seise og Jouve.
They are so nice.

Goodbye, moustache of Pernuquet
and bald head of Aristide Chevillard

Goodbye, Emil Boularda and wife
and son and old maid Boulard.

Goodbye, honorable families of Lyon.

It's going to start.
What are you doing, Genevieve?

Goodbye, Edmond.

Hurry up, hurry up!

- Sorry I notified you so late.
- I'm just happy you are here.

- It's going to start now.
- See you later, my love.

- You again?
- I've called you all day.

It's over between us.

Why are you so pale?

It's my first performance
in my own country.

In a month we'll have our debut
at the Champs-Elysees.

- Don't you remember New York?
- This is not New York. Nervous?

No, but I'm tired
of your little friend.

- I thought it was over.
- I can't get rid of him.

I told you you'd break his heart.
Now it's you. Concentrate.

Hello? Are you happy?
Do you still have my letter?

Are we still running away together?
Say something nice to me.

- See you on Monday, my love.
- Do you think Francois will come?

He has to marry her.
The Brunots are very rich.

- You are so charming.
- We've reserved a seat for him.

- I adore you.
- And I adore you.

Ready? Thank you.

- Another pose, please.
- Come in.

- Is it inconvenient?
- Very. Like this?

Take your arm down
and turn your head to the left.

He doesn't insist. He understands
that she's given him up.

It just didn't work out.
He'll never mention it again.

Smile. Thank you.
Another pose.

- Like this?
- Perfect.

But he wants them to be friends
as they'll still be colleagues.

- What do you mean?
- He'll leave with the ballet.

He's even thought of a beatiful
scenery in a fantasy ballet for her.

- Why are you laughing?
- Stand still. Thank you.

- Why are you laughing?
- He never intended to employ you.

- It's not true.
- Nobody takes you seriously.

Both as a lover and as a painter
you'll need a lot of practice.

Stay away from my dressing room.
You embarrass me.

- What happened?
- A technician probably felt down.

They wouldn't cancel, would they?
Francois still isn't here.

Continue.
No announcement, please.

Curtain!

Marchal... Marchal...

Go to box 7
and get M. Jerome Nisard.

This way, doctor.

M. Jerome Nisard.
M. Sauvage would like to see you.

- You better come with me, Edmond.
- Don't move.

Why bother?
You haven't moved for 20 years.

I took the liberty
of bringing Edmond.

Where is Francois?
Has he broken up with that woman?

You've just witnessed and accident.
Someone committed suicide.

But why? Where is he?
Where's my son?

He's dead, isn't he?
Say somenthing!

The doctor is examining him.
He was still breathing.

For a harlot!

- What happened?
- Nothing. Go back to your seat.

- Do you know what happened?
- It was bad luck.

When I was two years old I fell out
the window from the fourth floor.

That could happen to anyone.

- He'll survive.
- Can I see him?

Don't get emotional now.

- What'll he think of me?
- That you are not very nice.

He'll be angry
and he'll get over it.

From now on women will only
be a passtime to him.

He'll know that love never lasts.
You have done him a favor.

You'll never change.

You're wrong. I have played
that game for the last time.

- What is that?
- My luck charm.

It's served its purpose. Take it off
I told you: No personal jewelry.

He has been very lucky.
It's all my fault.

Now I just hope
that the girl will be discreet.

The marriage is off anyway.
The whole city will know about this.

Why don't you accept my offer
and sell your shares to me -

- and stay as head of personnel?

After this scandal
you'll have no choice.

Don't you think that conversation
is a little improper?

Why did you have to return?
What was that?

It's for "Progres".

- Where did we come from?
- Please show a little respect.

"Young man out of a good family
wanted to die over dancer."

- Come in.
- Finally. Don't get up.

I hate emotional demonstrations.

Let me have a look at you.
Still the same refined profile.

The same strained smile.
I don't blame the women who...

- Say something.
- Past, what do you want from me?

I hesitated to come.

After 20 years
I'm still conscious of my appearance

But I had to go,
because I'm curious as well.

I always liked you.
When you were a boy -

- and came to play with
my nephews, I said to myself:

"He'll make people talk some day."
And then you left.

But you have returned giving
my lousy family a headache.

Francois is doing fine.
The accident did him some good.

Twenty years ago you both
made a drastic decision, -

- but each in your own way.

At my age the only thing
that can happen to me is dying.

And I'm afraid that the other side
is not that interesting.

Apart from that
it's a silly farce.

Jerome and Edmond imagine
that I'll leave them my fortune.

The illusion
of realistic businessmen.

I'll leave everything to Francois.
He made an elegant fall.

I enjoyed seeing you again.

As witty, paradoxical
and intelligent as ever.

I'll find my way out.
I'm not that old.

By the way...
I'll tell you a secret.

Twenty years ago Jerome was
a bad boy... A very bad boy.

I just thought you should know.

Goodbye, Jean-Jacques.
You are perfect. Perfect.

When are you leaving?
This evening?

Good luck.

Your tickets, sir.
Compartment 3.

- Is the boy seated?
- Yes.

I have been here for an hour.

Do you leave without
the slightest remorse, Genevieve?

- Absolutely happy?
- I have never been happier.

So let it lie.
Go home. The comedy is over.

Edmond needs you. The memories
will be enough for me.

- Am I not going with you?
- I'm used to leaving alone.

- Don't leave me, Jean- Jacques.
- I leave you with a broken heart.

A long time ago you tortured me,
dear Genevieve.

Your husband has found
your letter by now.

- You'll have to explain.
- Have you send the letter to him?

No.
Your letter is right here.

When I left the city 20 years ago
I said to myself:

"I would've died for her,
and then she dumps me for Edmond."

"At least she could have written
a letter of goodbye."

I imagined that it would
have begun something like this:

"My love, Do you remember the
melody of Mozart, we used to sing?"

"It was a beautiful melody
and a beatiful love."

"This melancholic song will always
remind me of you." Et cetera...

"Mozart is a nicer memory
than Meyerbeer. Goodbye."

This time you did write me a letter.

I'm a fool. You are right.

I would be a burden to you.
We have come too far apart.

How could you love a boring
middle-class woman like me?

I have fought againist my own ghost.

I'll go home.
To the life I have chosen.

"Hello, Edmond. Goodbye, Edmond.
See you later, Edmond."

That's what my life is like.

Jean-Jacques...
Good luck, Jean-Jacques.

Do you have a light?
Thank you, sir.

At least it served a purpose.

The train is leaving.
Goodbye, Geneieve.

Are you comfortable?
No pencil, please.

Stay away from
pencils and brushes.

- Where's Karina?
- Don't you start again.

I know it's ridiculous,
but I'll never love anyone else.

Don't you think so?
Then point out Karina?

- There?
- No, there, you fool.

You see?
All women look alike.

None of this matters.

Stupid boy ... Wind.

Wind, nothing but wind.