All language subtitles for Les Amants (1958) Louis Malle-eng(1)

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Well done, Raoul!

Come here, Kiki.

What style he has!

- Isn't he fantastic?
- Oh, you know I'm no judge.

Indeed, Jeanne Tournier
knew nothing about polo.

At times she accompanied
her friend Maggy.

They were friends from childhood.

They were both provincials
by birth and by education.

But while Maggy was married
and led an exciting life in Paris,

Jeanne stayed in Dijon,

married to Henri Tournier, the
publisher of The Burgundy Monitor.

Henri loved his wife,

but devoted most of his time
to his newspaper.

She spent several years
living this way.

Encouraged by her husband,

she had recently taken to visiting
Maggy twice a month in Paris.

She had fun, met all sorts of people
and received reassuring compliments.

At Maggy's, Jeanne met Raoul Flores.

He's never played so well.

He's unbeatable. Well done, Raoul!

You were wonderful.

Here, take this hideous thing.

How do you manage to be so pretty?

Were you bored?

Oh, no. On the contrary.

You almost made me lose.

Did I?

Yes,
I could think of nothing but you.

Really?

- Do you still like me a little?
- Of course I do.

- Only a little?
- No, more than a little.

I'll go and change.
I'll be back in five minutes.

Let me have a look at you.

Love agrees with you.
You're unrecognisable.

Love agrees with you.
You're unrecognisable.

- Hello.
- Hi, Coudray.

- How is everything?
- Fine.

Oh, I'm exhausted.

Then, you must rest.

- Catherine!
- Mummy!

Darling! Not so fast! You'll fall.

Hello, my baby.

Were you a good girl?
Hello, Martha.

Goog evening.
Oh, you've changed you hairstyle.

Me? I don't think so.

Yes, it's like my dolly's hair.

That little hussy? Thanks a lot.

- Where's Daddy?
- Can't you hear?

I'll be up to say goodnight, darling.

- Hello, love.
- Hello, darling.

Why are you so affectionate?

Affectionate? I'm just being myself.

Am I interrupting?

I always do, don't I?

"Always" is a woman's word.

So, did you have fun in Paris?

- "Fun" is a man's word.
- It's better than being witty.

Firstly, I'm not witty.
Secondly, I'm doing my best.

Could you go and check on the dinner?

Very well. I'll be changed in no time
and be back in a second.

"No time" "In a second" -
that's Maggy talk.

Thanks, Coudray.

Well?

You've no idea how important
your haitstyle is in Paris.

It can be sleek or windswept,
but it must be stylish.

The hair makes a dress chic.

Thanks to hairstyling, you recongnise-

- Who?
- Everyone.

American women, Swedish women,
Parisians, provincials - everybody.

There's truth in what you say.

Maggy knows these things.

She says if you're not a beauty,
you must have a certain style.

But you don't need a certain style.
You have a husband.

A husband who hardly notices me.

If that's so,
who do you want to be stylish for?

Nobody special.

To be fashionable for myself.

I have a right.

What about dear Maggy?

Is she still as silly
and as busy as ever?

What can I say?
Make fun of her if you like.

I'm not. I'm just stating facts.

To me Maggy is fake chic,

fake society, fake Paris -
fake everything.

Even her dog's fake.

You're being nasty.

I'm not at all. I'm very fond of her.

Just yesteday I put her picture
on the women's page.

"At the Bagatelle Polo Club,
Mrs Marguerite Thiebaut-Leroy

"awards the Carven Cup
to Raoul Flores, team captain..."

Yes, that's right.

I know him well.

I saw him every day.

- Are you interested in polo now?
- Yes.

Is he handsome?

He's more than that.
He's very kind and intelligent.

You'd like him. Besides...

Here, this is for you.

I didn't have any time
to talk to Coudray.

Is anything new? Any problems?

Do you like the garden?

You wouldn't need to ask,

if you spent less time
ignoring what goes on here.

I'll get it.

Hello. Yes.

Yes. Speaking.

Alright. Now?

No, I'll decide for myself.

I'll take care of it.

See you later, H�l�ne dear.

I must go to the office.

What a pain!

Can I do anything to help?

- You look sad.
- Do I? I'm not sad.

Why aren't you sad?

Maggy said, "You're unrecognisable."

Henri hadn't noticed a thing.

Daddy spoils Catherine
when Mummy's gone.

She's condescending.

- It amuses him.
- No, that one needs mending.

It's bad for the child.

She does whatever she wants.

If he always spoils her like this,
she will give you trouble later.

Because of a strange quirk
in her character,

Jeanne felt a surge of jealousy.

Are you going out?

Hello.

- Hello, Marcelot.
- Hello.

I'd like to see my husband.

He's sending the paper to press.
I'll get him.

I'll go with you.

I'm H�l�ne Cavalier,
Mr Tournier's secretary.

Marcelot said you were here.
I hope it's nothing serious.

What gave you that idea?

I'm sorry.
We're not used to seeing you here.

Especially at this hour.
It startled me.

Don't worry.

I just dropped by
to see by husband.

He's in the press room.

- H�l�ne, where were you?
- Mrs Tournier.

- Jeanne!
- H�l�ne, look at this.

Are you surprised to see me?

- She's lucky.
- Who is?

She is.

Jeanne, be serious.
I don't have any time to waste.

Why have you come?

I don't know.

Henri's lack of interest in her
made Jeanne feel free.

Her stays in Paris lasted longer
and were more frequent.

Good morning.

Good morning, Chantal.

- What time is it?
- 11:45.

- Mrs Tournier's been up for ages.
- Of course she has.

- May I?
- Hello.

Did you sleep well?

Do you like this?

It's alright.

What is it? Did you get out
of the wrong side of the bed?

Raoul adores you. Isn't that enough?

- Let yourself be loved.
- I do.

I know women who would die for him.

You needn't worry, though.
He worships you.

When you're away,

he spends sleepless nights
thinking about you.

He's used to certainty
and you've thrown him off track.

He said so.

It keeps me from sleeping.

Until noon.

Do you love Raoul or not?

- I think so.
- That's not an answer!

You come to Paris to see him,
don't you?

Can't you decide
to be happy for once?

What more do you need?

Eight years of marriage
and Henri doesn't understand you!

At least
he hasn't made you his slave.

You're lucky to be so bored at home.

Boredom is a rest cure.
Believe me, I could do with one.

A rest cure at home
and you're complaining?

I'm not.

Hello. Oh, it's you. Hold on.

It's Raoul.

Good morning.

And you?

Don't forget dinner at
the Andr�s' tonight. No excuses.

Yes.

Jeanne, let's get away from them.

- No.
- Are you coming, Raoul?

- Jeanne's tired.
- Come on. Just for a few minutes.

None of us intend to stay out late.

Wait for me!

Stand clear! Prepare for take-off!

- I want to make you happy.
- But I am happy.

We only get moments together.
I want a lifetime with you.

I often wonder why you love me.

I've told you a thousand times.
It's because you're different.

- Different from what?
- From other women.

Hello, Raoul.

I hate all these women who
probably chase you while I'm away.

Don't be silly.

I just want to say that I trust you.

Oh, my love.

You seem sad. What's wrong?

I'm jealous that you're going
home tomorrow to your husband.

Let's not talk about him.

I think I'll move to Dijon

and sneak into your room
at night like a thief.

No, don't get out. You can go.

Jeanne's uneasy double life
was not to last for long

One night before leaving for Paris...

Haddock, cream cheese...

...stuffed courgettes, lamb with
parsley, lettuce and stewed fruit.

Martha,
give the week's menu to Coudray.

Very well.

- Goodnight.
- Bye. See you on Sunday.

Weren't you going
to say goodnight?

I thought you were asleep.

You only had to look up
and see the light in my window.

Look at me.

You don't look like
you came from a business dinner.

Everyone always drinks too much.

Always too much.

I see you're ready to leave again.

- Haven't you had enough of Paris?
- It's a pleasant change.

Maybe for you. I'm fed up with it.

I wasn't planning to go,
but you were going away.

I postponed my trip
to Switzerland days ago.

Yes, but I invited myself to Maggy's.
I can't get out of it.

Don't make excuses!

Excuses only cover up lies.

Just let me say I'm surprised.

You've known Maggy since childhood.
She's your best friend.

You see her any time you please.

It's odd
that you can't get out of it.

It's unbelievable, in fact.

- She's easily upset.
- Let her be! I don't care!

And if she's as touchy
as you say...

...why isn't she upset
that you never invite her here?

You will kindly call her
tomorrow morning

and say we expect her next weekend.

I'll be seeing her tomorrow in Paris.

You don't need to go!

Listen, Henri.
Drink doesn't agree with you.

She's organising a dinner for me

with the Dupuis, the Dupas,
the Sanders and Raoul Flores.

- Of course.
- Do you think it's funny?

She invites who she wants.

- Whoever you want.
- What?

- If you only knew him...
- That's entirely up to you.

Are you mad? Dream on!

"Raoul and Maggy"
that's all I hear.

If they're inseparable,
invite them both.

- You're mad!
- I insist.

Invite both of them on my behalf.

You'll be sorry.
They will bore you to death.

Bore me? Far from it.

I'm dying to meet this pair
who seem to amuse you so much.

You never cease to amaze me.

Leaving after one day because
of you husband's silly weekend!

I came for your dinner
and to talk to you.

About Henri's dreadful idea
for the weekend?

Call him and say we can't come
and that you're staying here.

He'll happily go fishing.

That's out of the question.
I can't, Maggy, and you know it.

- I'm leaving.
- I wish I could go with you.

If you did, Maggy wouldn't come.
Don't be late.

Don't worry.

- I'm afraid.
- Of what?

Everything.

- Of yourself?
- No.

- Of me?
- No.

- Then, what?
- I don't know.

When I think of you and me, I worry.

Perhaps that's what love is.

Finally! I can't believe it!

- You're the first to stop.
- The first?

- Are you joking?
- I'm not.

My car's broken down.

- Is it the tyre?
- No, the engine.

The engine?

Then, I'm not your man.

Engines and I don't see eye to eye.

But, if you could just try it.

- It's dead.
- So what do I do?

I'm no doctor of lungs of intestines.

It looks dead,
but you could have it operated on.

If you could take me
to a town with a garage,

I could manage.

Alright. Get in.

I'm in a hurry to get to Dijon.
And you?

Are you from around here?

No, I'm just visiting.

Is anybody here?

I'm in here.

Is there no one here?

I'm in here!

Sorry. I didn't see you.

My car's broken down.

My car's broken down!

Don't waste your breath. He's deaf.

- Is that your car?
- No. If only it were.

Mine's down the road,
about four miles from here.

That's bad.

- What is it?
- A Peugeot 203.

- What?
- A Peugeot 203!

That's even worse.
This is a Renault garage.

Don't get upset, lady.

I'd be happy to help,
but you'll have to wait.

But I'm in a terrible hurry!

I'm repairing a tow truck!

Do you at least have a phone?

It's in the back of the shop.

- Do you need me any more?
- Probably not. Thank you.

What's the best way
to get to Montbard from here?

I'd like the number for 413 in Dijon.

Thanks. Goodbye.

Please would you cancel that call?

Sorry to be nosy,

but if you're going to Dijon,
could you drop me there?

- My car's nothing fancy.
- Well, as long as it runs.

I must warn you, I don't drive fast.
I hate speeding.

I have to stop in Montbard
to see an old professor of mine.

- I have to give him some books.
- Will it take long?

- Just a second or so.
- That's fine.

My suitcase!

Never mind. I can send for it later.

All I ask is to be home
by eight o'clock.

Bernard Dubois-Lambert.

I know a Dubois-Lambert
who plays golf at St Cloud.

Jacques.

He's my cousin.
I avoid him like the plague.

He's a charming man.

They are related
to the Kl�ber sugar family.

- So I hear.
- And the Thiebaut-Leroy wool family.

I know them all.

Maggy Thiebaut-Leroy
is my closest friend.

- I pity you.
- Do you know her?

No, thank God. Only by reputation.

I avoid all those awful people.

You were right.
You really don't speed.

I do my best.

What a mad driver!

What?

Hurry up! Hurry up!
Try to catch them!

- Catch who?
- Them!

- I invited them for dinner.
- You shouldn't have.

Where are you going?

I told you. I have to stop
to see an old prefessor.

Just a second.

Your joke has gone too far.

I didn't force you to come along.

- You said a second!
- A figure of speech.

It was minutes.

I'm sorry.
I didn't know my friend wasn't well.

He's sick.

My visit did him good.

He set out crackers and wine for me

and kept on talking.

He would have been hurt,
if I just popped in and out.

To the right.

What time is it?

- 8:10.
- 8:10! That's awful!

If they're real friends,
they won't mind.

I wanted to greet them.
My husband barely knows them.

- He doesn't know your friends?
- He didn't want to know them.

- Is he some kind of bear?
- Yes, that's exactly what he is.

And you're afraid
the bear will frighten your friends.

So, you married a bear.

A bear who owns The Burgundy Monitor.

Does the whole town stare
when he leaves the house?

We live outside Dijon.
Besides, we're used to it.

- Tell me, is he dark brown?
- Yes.

- Big? Fat? Enormous?
- Very big.

Then he's an ursus giganteus.

- Does he wear a cap?
- Sometimes.

He speaks several languages,
drives his car himself,

and eats only honey, fruit and eggs.

He is subject to violent fits and
is quick to crush people he dislikes.

- Sounds like you know him.
- I know animals.

That way.

Good God!

I see two corpses flattened in their
chairs and a brown bear watching us.

Is that your husband?

It's just the nerves.

I see a brown bear!

- When did this start?
- Just as we pulled up.

- I'm Henri Tournier, her husband.
- I gathered.

Bernard Dubois-Lambert.

- Fran�ois' son?
- His nephew.

I haven't seen Fran�ois in ages.
He's one of my best friends.

What happened?

And after a quick stop in Montbard,
we came straight here.

Thank you for being so kind.

No trouble at all.

- I was going to stay in Dijon.
- Dijon? That's out of the question.

You'll dine with us...

..and stay overnight.

- But...
- No buts about it. I insist.

- I don't want to...
- Well, I do.

Excuse me for a moment.

- You'll mess up my hair.
- You haven't done it yet.

Leave me alone.

They're waiting.
What's wrong with you?

I wonder.

Did you ask Coudray
to set an extra place?

- What about a room?
- I'll see to it.

- Which one?
- The green room.

What a lovely house.

It's too far from the sea for me.
What is there to do here all day?

You could settle down here.

Ask Jeanne
what she thinks about that.

- Jeanne?
- Mrs Tournier.

She jumps at the slightest chance
to come to Paris.

In Paris, life forges its own path!

And leaves you stranded.

- Poet or pessimist?
- Archaeologist.

I share your affection
for these charming provincial homes.

I remember them as the verdant
paradise of our childhood affections.

May I show you to your room, sir?

Shall we go in?

Mr Tournier insists
that I stay overnight.

I'm delighted.

- Coudray, we'll eat in five minutes.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Please forgive me.
- Have you calmed down?

- I'm so embarrassed.
- I've never seen you really laugh.

What did he say to you?

Why did Henri invite him?

He's silly and pretentious
and gets...

..on your nerves.

Dinner is served.

Maggy on Henri's right, of course.
Raoul here.

- This doesn't make me feel young.
- What?

All this. The walls. These things.

You haven't changed a thing.
Is it out of boldness or laziness?

If I changed everything,
how would I hold on to my youth?

It all makes me feel young here.

It's fine in the provinces,
but if you lived in Paris...

Everyone's
buying 18th century furniture.

I'm always in antique shops.

No, I never have soup.

Do you feel younger sleeping in
a stranger's love nest of deathbed?

I don't think about that.

I try not to clash
with current fashions.

Would that ever be possible?

- Raoul was in Russia, you know.
- I didn't know that.

Jeanne's fears proved justified.
Dinner was a disaster.

Raoul made polite conversation
to fill the silence.

A frontier is merely a line
you step across.

With that step,
you're in a foreign land.

Are Russians really foreign?

For me, no more so
than the Germans or the French.

The Germans! That's a bit much!

A bird!

Coudray, light a candle
and turn out the lights.

"I'm a bird, look at my wings.
I'm a mouse. Long live rats!"

It's a harmless little bat.

Maggy,
you've forgotten your childhood.

Please go on.
You were saying that in Moscow...

Differences are striking
when you travel.

In Moscow I saw no dogs,
beggars, prams or bicycles.

- Sounds marvellous!
- But did the people look happy?

Do you know any country
where they do?

How people look
depends on the weather.

If it's rainy and cold,
they're grumpy, but on a nice day...

- It's gone.
- The filthy thing!

I was in Russia as a tourist.

Then, you saw nothing.

I found Dostoevsky, Gogol, Tolstoy.

Raoul has friends everywhere.

Tell us about it.
I so long to see Russia.

Darling, you long to see Russia?

Why didn't you say so?

I thought you wanted us to go
to Florence on a second honeymoon.

A second honeymoon?

Yes. After eight years of marriage.

It's amazing but true.

We don't change like weathervanes do.

Congratulations.

To our love, my darling.

Are you blushing?

Did you give
Coudray orders for tomorrow?

- What do you mean?
- Aren't you going fishing?

No, I thought I'd stay with you.

He's making a great sacrifice.
He adores fishing.

I did once before polo
deprived me of the joys of nature.

I admire you for playing
croquet on horseback.

Why?

I hate competition.
I can't bear losing.

Can't you lose in the game of love?

You treat love like a sport.

If you do go fishing,
I would love to go with you.

A visit to the ponds of my youth!
Let's all go. I'll feel young again!

- Could you be up by 4am?
- In Paris I go to bed at 5am.

It will be a change
getting up when I go to bed.

What do you think, darling?

- So, you enjoy fishing?
- I do.

Then, I'd be delighted.

- Will you join us?
- He only likes birds.

- Ornithology?
- No, archaeology.

It's the same thing.

- Look at these.
- Here you are.

Rare 18th century editions

on archaeology in the Autun area.

It's quite noteworthy.

Thanks, darling.

- Ch�tillon is nearby, isn't it?
- Yes, not far.

You've no doubt heard about
the gold and bronze found there.

Of course.
I know the curator of the museum.

I'm not angry.
He always enjoys teasing me.

He's so sweet with you,
you secretive little thing.

Raoul, where are you?

Reminiscing about a ride at the fair.

Don't trust appearances.

Henri's never like this.
He's just acting.

Good actors can reveal the truth.

- They tell lies.
- They tell the truth.

I didn't come here
to listen to arguments.

- I understand Raoul's point.
- You don't understand anything.

- What are your plans, darling?
- Which plans?

For tomorrow.

Well, I'm going with you tomorrow.

- That's why I'm off to bed.
- Yes, me too.

I've had a long day. I'm exhausted.

- Coudray, wake us all at-
- 4am.

- Except for this gentleman.
- Yes, sir.

- Goodnight.
- Thank you.

I should thank you. Have a nice trip.

There are cigarettes here
and whisky there.

Play all the records you like.
Make yourself at home.

Thanks again. Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Go straight to bed.

I certainly will.

Oh, a taste of the good old days!

Sleep well.

No, I can't! Don't you understand?

- Only too well.
- I'm scared! It's too dangerous!

- Stay!
- I can't!

Her world is falling apart.

A hateful husband
and an almost ridiculous lover.

The tragedy Jeanne thought she was in
had become a farce.

Suddenly, she wished
she could be someone else.

It was as if
he had been expecting her,

and yet he didn't seem
to recognise her.

It's you.

You must be so happy
living in such a lovely place.

If only it weren't in the provinces.
I prefer Paris.

Paris and its flavour of the day.
Do you like that?

When I'm tired, everyone bores me
and you're boring me now.

I don't mean to.

Please leave me alone.
I need to think.

- Let's think together.
- You're so annoying.

I agree.
At times, I can't stand myself.

That's quite often, I can imagine.
What do you do then?

I dream about beautiful things.

Things you don't like.

You don't know
what I like or dislike.

You don't seem to like this sky,
this moonlight or this house.

Don't talk about the moon
as though you invented it.

The moonlight is fine,
but there's nothing special about it.

Stop sounding like your friend,
Maggy what's-her-name.

Don't feel obliged
to keep me company.

I wouldn't dream of it.

Oh, you're too complicated for me.

But I'm not a bad person.

Do you think so?

I'm sure of it.

"The moon rising
in cloudless skies...

"..suddenly bathed her
in its silver beam."

Who do you mean?

"She saw her image
glowing in my eyes.

"Her angel's smile gleamed."

"The night is beautiful."

"The night is woman."

Let me go! I don't want to.
You have no right!

Love can be born in a single glance.

In an instant, Jeanne felt all shame
and awkwardness die away.

She didn't hesitate.

There's no resisting happiness.

Is this a land you invented...

..for me to lose myself in?

Henri sets these traps.

Yes, I know.

Come on.

Yes, I know.

It's Henri.

Come on.

Let's go around the other way.

No, not back to your house.
Let's leave.

But I must get changed.

Come upstairs.

Help me choose my travelling outfit.

My little angel.

Go to sleep, darling.

Sleep, my little doll.

- That was Catherine.
- Catherine?

She's my daughter.

Yout daughter?

Choose something.

I want a child with you.

- My love.
- Don't talk.

I love you.
I love you and I love Catherine.

My love.

My love.

Take my hand.

We should go.

You're beautiful.

You're my love.

You're beautiful.

I've known you forever.

I've only known you.

- What did you write?
- Guess.

I'm so happy.

So happy!

I could spend my whole life...

We have to go.

I'll get dressed.

Are you asleep?

I'll get dressed.

What are you doing?

I always keep the bath full
and on warm nights I take a bath.

You'll have to get used to that.

Is it nice?

Listen!

You'll wake everyone up!

We'll always sleep together.

I'll take care of you.

My life for yours.

We'll be fine.

You'll see.

- It's 4am, ma'am.
- Thank you, Coudray. I'm up.

- Thanks, Coudray.
- It's time.

Yes. Yes. Thank you.

- What's the matter, my love?
- I hate all this.

All what?

All this.

These footsteps, these voices,
all this domestic commontion,

this house, your husband,
your friends, your life.

Do you hate it all?

Even me?

If we had left last night,

we would have been alone
and far away on a new morning.

It's still our night
and when our morning comes,

we'll be far from here.

- Then, hurry up.
- Then, let me go.

Never!

Hurry up.

Hurry up.

- I love you.
- Me, too.

My love.

My life.

My heart.

- My wife?
- Yes.

- Yes, I'm yours.
- Say it.

I love you.

- Forever?
- Yes.

Let's go away from here.

No. Don't take anything.

Well, well, well. I'm astonished!

Did you know him before?

Shut up, Maggy.
Don't try to understand.

You will never understand.

Are you up already?

Are you leaving?

Yes, I'm leaving.

She's really amazed me this time.

Don't be silly, Raoul.
You're not her husband.

The wind has shifted.
The weather will be good.

Why are you crying?

Night.

I wish it were always night.

- Bernard.
- Yes.

Are you really happy?

Very happy, but don't cry.

I'm sorry.

I know it's silly,
but I'm no longer myself.

I want you to be yourself.
It's you who I want.

Where shall we go?

It doesn't matter.

I would go anywhere with you.

- I want to kiss you.
- No. Don't look at me.

I'm hungry. Shall we stop?

Jeanne, look at the sun.

They set off on a long journey,
aware of its uncertainties...

..unsure whether they would recapture
the happiness of that first night.

Already,
in the treacherous early hours,

Jeanne doubted herself.

She was afraid,
but she had no regrets.

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