All language subtitles for The.Beautiful.Person.2008.FRENCH.WEBRip.x264-VXT

What?

Well, Miss Fancy School,
not very chatty today?

Why did you change school?

Didn't they want you anymore?
Or you weren't up to scratch?

You OK?

Forget it.

I warned you, he's a real dick.

Just don't show him you're upset.

I'll introduce you
Henri, Junie, my cousin.

- That's Otto in the scarf.
- Sorry for the welcome.

- And that's Jacob.
- Hello.

I'm Marie.
Sister of that pretentious cretin.

- And lastly Catherine.
- You don't have to remember my name.

If there's one name you should retain
it's Catherine's.

- Him and his water!
- I know.

Henri, you and your damn water!

Yes, I had a great night too Nicole,
and it's thanks to you!

Sandrin, don't bump the girls please.

- Henri IV just let you go?
- They can't make you stay.

- Are courses better there?
- I'll let you know in a week.

- Kids, smoking's banned now you know!
- Come on Nicole, chill out.

Talk to the hand,
the face ain't listening.

Couldn't you have stayed at Henri IV
and live at home?

I'd made my mind up.
I had my reasons.

Maybe, but you weren't expecting this.

- Chocolate's up.
- Don't worry, she knows all about us.

She even doesn't mind Henri's hair.

Showing off in front of your cousin?
Buy me a coffee instead.

Leave him alone,
as if you never show off.

You told them
you're not going to Italy yet?

What's that shit?

Our dear parents said I mustn't
cost them money.

- That's not exactly it, Henri.
- Well that's the official version.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because I love you, my angel.

The people were shocked and
Luther was excommunicated in 1520.

He spread his ideas in Germany
through printing.

Notably the idea that salvation
doesn't depend on charity...

Don't even think about it,
she's mine.

He went on to condemn indulgences.

These are remissions for punishments
sold by the Church to the faithful

to shorten their time in purgatory.

Money was spent on constructing
Saint Paul Church.

Other movements spread in Europe.

Zwingli preached Protestantism
in Switzerland.

Calvin lead the Reformed Church
in Geneva.

He put forward the theory
of pre-destination...

God chooses those who go to heaven,
and the individual can't change anything.

What a crock of shit!

If you don't mind Henri,
please make your comments constructive.

I appreciate strong views

but let's say there are at least
2 ways to see everything.

And no one can know the whole truth.

Point taken?
Good, let's continue.

Madame, excuse me... are you married?

No.

- But you have a boyfriend?
- Yes, but what's it to you?

- Do you love him deeply?
- Yes, deeply.

And you've never imagined
that you could just as well hate him?

No.

Well if that's really the case,

can we stop with all the bullshit
about 2 ways of seeing everything?

That little jerk is much too clever
and much too sexy.

I'd like to bring him down a peg.

- You lied to him.
- Sorry!

- Mind my head.
- What?

You should have admitted it.

- You can both love and hate at once.
- If only I could.

Don't make me prove you can.

Go ahead and try.
But be careful, young man!

I could hurt you without hating you.

Florence! Does that mean they know?

- They know about us?
- That a problem?

I'd rather not.

I'd rather they didn't.

In that case, tell them yourself
that it's not you I love deeply.

Valois!

- Not you, your sister.
- What an idiot he is.

Tell me, you haven't said anything about me
to Henri have you?

Like what?

What I told you about Miss Perrin,
and about us too.

Of course, I told him everything,
what do you expect?

I'm class rep.

If you do that, bitch.
It's over between us.

- ÎÊ.
- Do you understand me?

- Ciao, bellora
- Eh, cretino, come va?

- Go do your math my friend.
- Yes, the mathematico. Aspeta.

- Aspeta what?
- I dunno!

Aspeta means wait.

Hello. Avanti, populo!

- The math teacher is back.
- Well then we're cool.

- Are you going to skip math too?
- No, we're going.

I want you to know I'm screwing Mathias.

- Does Henri know?
- No, of course not.

That's why I'm telling you.

Mathias is worried you'll find out.

He wants to protect you,
and that bugs me, see?

I want to carry on seeing him.
Well now you know.

I'm trusting you,
and if you betray me, watch out.

Do we have to do that now?
Does that matter?

Has to be done for tomorrow.
Or else you won't be in it.

Take that off.
You'll see, Jacob's very talented.

Isn't this a bit much for her first day?

It's OK, my cousin's not that delicate
We need to talk.

- What about?
- We'll be right back.

Wait, stop giggling.

Look at me. Towards me, a bit more.

Don't move. Stay like that.

You have such fair skin.

OK, good, that's it, let's go.

- I'm not done.
- Too bad, Cartier-Bresson.

- You won't have enough light.
- Wait! One without the sweater.

Come on, let's pack up.

I'm not coming with you tonight.

Fine, no questions asked.

I want to tell her something.

Are you always so perfect?

What do you mean?

Nothing.

How about we do some more photos?

I've some great kit at my place.

- Have you seen Mathias?
- He's over there.

Thanks.
Excuse me, I forgot your name.

- It's Jeanne.
- OK, thanks Jeanne.

- Hey, Otto.
- Hey.

- What's up?
- My mom works up here, you know.

- Yes, you said.
- I'm going to meet her.

Well, we're nearly there.
How about we go for a coffee?

Sorry, I'd better get home.
I have stuff to do.

Yes but you can't go home ahead,
when I get in they'll kill me.

Doesn't matter, I'll just...
We'll do it tomorrow.

I'll just leave you a sec have to buy
bread. I promised Mom I'd buy some bread.

See you in a minute.

You OK?

That's nice.

You're not worn out?
They didn't drive you mad?

- I warn you, I'm quieter.
- Really?

Yes. I like to have fun, but within limits.

- My name's Otto by the way.
- Yes, I know, you said this morning.

- You might have forgotten.
- I didn't forget.

Junie, that's pretty.

It's in Racine, Neron's tormentor.

Yes, and fleeing him ends badly for her.

- She kills herself, no?
- No, she takes the vows.

And as a nun, she can no longer marry.

Otto... I don't think there's
a story with my name in it.

- Yes.
- I don't think so.

I'm sure there's an Otto in a novel.

Maybe in a kids' book.

The story of a rabbit called Otto
with burrow problems. Maybe.

- Talking literature?
- That's right.

Well, I'm off.
Enjoy your baguette.

Bye.

- So did he tell you?
- What?

He wants to go out with you.

Are you nuts?

He's such a drip!

Leave him alone.

Hey guys!

Hi Junie, how are you?

What's up with her?

She buried her mother a week ago.

And what about Otto?

I think it's off to a bad start.

Your turn, Jacob.

So Jacob...

- Absolutely.
- Yes, absolutely.

Can you explain to us your workings?

(Uh, yeah. So... we stated U)xx(=...

exponential of -1/60x...

The derivative of the function equals
the product of the 2 functions

and the derivative
of a function product...

Henri, do you mind?

Concentrate.

(So we'll have to calculate
U')xx(.

"The virgin, vivid and beautiful today

"will it rend for us
with its drunken wing

"this hard, forgotten lake that haunts
'neath the frost..."

What have I done to you?

"A swan of old remembers that it is he

"magnificent but without hope of
freeing himself..."

"for not having sung of the land..."

Pass it to Junie.

"In the radiant boredom of
winter's sterility..."

"his whole neck will shake off
this white agony...

"by space inflicted on the stubborn bird

"whose feathers are caught
in this soiling mud.

"A phantom, a scorching pure whiteness

"it stills in a cold, scornful dream,"

"how futile is exile for the swan."

Would you take over please, Mathias.

You idiot.
That's it. You haven't done anything.

"A swan of old remembers that it is he

"magnificent but without hope
of freeing himself

"for not having sung of the land

"in the radiant boredom of
winter's sterility"

"his whole neck will shake off
this white agony."

For next time,
please revise the chapter on humanism.

Go on...

It's now-or never. Go for it.

I don't know what to say to her.

You look her in the eye
and tell her you love her

Isn't that a bit dumb?

- How do I kiss her?
- You don't deserve her.

I'm giving her to Jacob.

Go on, do it!

You're mean,
he's going to get a slap.

What are you looking at?

I love you Junie, from when I saw you.

That's the way it is.

Is that just to have me?

Not at all. I pledge myself to you.

Then don't let me down
and look after me, always.

Come in.

- You're late, young lady.
- Where shall I sit?

Mr Nemours, this is Junie de Chartres,
Mathias' cousin.

Hello. Come and sit next to me.

The libretto of Donizetti's
Lucia di Lammermoor

- is an adaptation from Walter Scott.
Anyone know Walter Scott?

Quentin Durward... Ivanhoe...

That'll do. Move on please.

It's based on a 17thC Scots story.

Can you slow down a bit please?

Enrico, Lucia di Lammermoor's brother,
wants her to marry Arturo.

It's a marriage of convenience,
like many of the time.

But Lucia refuses
because she's in love with another.

He's Edgardo,
and the two have vowed fidelity.

Enrico tells her Edgardo is cheating

so that she accepts the marriage.

On her wedding night,
she kills her husband in a fit of rage.

This is the passage I'll play.

It's a magnificent duo with flute
when the girl goes mad

with despair.

How does it end?

The usual. Lucia dies
and Edgardo kills himself.

Ready?

Try not to use the French translation.
Use the Italian text.

I've chosen Callas.

- Are you OK?
- Excuse me.

Let's carry on.

She moved in at my parents'
a week ago.

- What about her dad?
- That's another matter

But she's getting on all right, in fact.

Does she want to come on the trip?

I don't know, I haven't asked.

I wanted to ask you, if there's more
of us, is it cheaper?

No, if there's more than 20
we need another teacher.

The secretary doesn't want that.

She left her school things
Can you give them back to her?

There's only 16 of us.
Henri's not coming.

Why not?

That's bad if we're only 16.

There has to be 20 of us.
If we're down to 16, it's off.

Unless we invite others
We could open it up to Latin students.

No. There's 40 in the class.
How could I pick just 4?

- I was thinking...
- Could you think outside?

Why don't we organize a soccer match
between teachers and students?

I don't think so.

Or an inter-class
table-tennis tournament?

- Not that.
- We'll invite the parents...

- I'm going to...
- I'll tell you.

You're going to convince your cousin.
Then we'll be 17, OK?

We can do our French project together.

I can't work as a pair.

Shall we go?

- Shall we go?
- Yeah.

Ciao, dude.

Bye Junie, see you tomorrow.

I don't get it. You spend all day
kissing, then you dump him.

Junie? Stop being such a bitch.

Don't give Otto the run around,
I'm sure he's sincere.

You're giving me sincerity lessons?

Save it for Esther and Catherine.

Otto's different.

So are you. At least I hope so.

And what about you?

I do the best I can.

You've kissed now,
that means something.

I know, but it's as if...

she only does it not to hurt me,
as if she pities me.

You always exaggerate.
Aren't you happy to have her?

I don't see how she can love me.

Give her a little time.

Why didn't she fall for me
at first sight?

Easy on the romanticism.

Call me tonight if you need to.
Ciao, big kiss.

Why are you here?

- Guess. Can I come up?
- No.

I want our relationship
to end here.

- Is it Miss Perrin?
- No, it's got nothing to do with Florence.

You've made your mind up,
and I have to keep my mouth shut?

See? You're already starting
to go on about it.

I don't want to talk.

Please, just leave it.

You're ashamed of me.
That's the truth, you're ashamed.

No, I'm not ashamed. I just want
our relationship to stop here.

I'm breaking it off.

4 quick fucks, call that a relationship?

Fine then. You screwed a teacher.

Why are you lying to me?
Why not say there's someone else?

- Who's next in line?
- Go on, go home.

- It's late, I'm tired.
- I'm not homeless.

Go on.

It doesn't mean
we have to be enemies, OK?

What do I tell the others?
They'll think I made it all up.

I wouldn't worry about that.

Do you know that joke.

Even a stopped clock is right
twice a day?

No. And I'm not sure I get the joke.

It's silly,

but it's very painful to leave you, Sir.

Come on, make a bit of space.

You should go shopping,
it's no good eating junk every night.

You're right, next time I'll do that.

- Is that the new one?
- Yeah.

- Pretty girl, huh?
- Very.

- She looks sweet. Junie, isn't it?
- Yes.

She left that in my class, so...

- You're going to give it back, I hope.
- No, I'm not.

Watch it, I've got my eye on you.

Young girls ought to be respected.

Loving them isn't disrespecting them.

You know very well what I mean.

You know very well what I mean.
They're fragile as glass at that age.

I get it, you're just jealous.

You want me to have a photo of you!

I haven't aroused desires in years.

Why's that?

Go and sit down.

I'm sure you have secret loves.

Go and sit down.

Go on. I haven't been
French-kissed in 23 years.

Now d'you get it?

- Can I see?
- Yes, of course.

Jacob, can you do me a print?

I gave one to Junie
You'll have to ask her if she minds.

- Otto? You're 17 books overdue.
- Yeah, I know.

And did you know you therefore
undesirable in this library

- I'll bring them back tomorrow
- Yes, do.

Goodbye.

So, Jacob.

Will you hold the ladder for me?

Mathias...

You don't want to give it to me?

Or have you already given it away?

Or you're keeping it to admire yourself?

I lost the photo.

- That a true lie?
- Yes.

- Did someone steal it?
- I don't know.

I find that woman beautiful,
very dignified.

Me too. I've always thought she was great.

And I've heard a few tales about her.

My aunt knows her
through mutual friends.

She told me a funny story.

- Want to hear it?
- Tell me.

She married young to this man
and they had a child.

The man got killed somehow
before the child was born.

I think he got murdered.

Everyone was sorry for her.

She was already at the school.

Everyone thought she was brave.

One day a new sport teacher arrived.
Sancerre, he's left now.

He fell for her. And she welcomed it.

But because of her child,
she didn't let him come home

And in school, she kept it a secret.

This went on for months.

The funny thing was that everyone thought
she was a heartbroken widow

when in fact she had this liaison.

- Then one day Estouteville...
- The math teacher?

The math teacher, a friend of Sancerre.

So Estouteville confides in Sancerre.

He tells him that for the past 6
months he's had a secret love affair.

Sancerre wanted to know who with.

After making him swear to secrecy,

Estouteville confessed that it was
Madame Tournon.

You never really know people,
even those you love.

- Any chance that I could interest you?
- I'll be right back.

Are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

I wanted to say sorry for last time.

I wanted to ask you something.

When I left my notebook on the table,
did I drop a photo?

A photo? A photo of what?

A photo of me.

I don't think so.

Doesn't matter.

Well, better go in then…

Good day!

What's going on?

There's only 15 now for the Italy trip.

Well, then it's off.
Who's not coming?

We'll just have to cancel.

Thanks very much.

The secretary will think I'm an idiot.

Junie, hand out the photocopies please.

Junie, can you start reading please?

Well?

Does that make you think of anything?

Nothing at all? It's part of our
series on Italian pop songs.

No one has any idea?

Shall I sing it for you?

Never mind.
I see you're being humiliating today.

Clever bunch.

Junie, start the translation please.

I sing to the rhythm
of your sweet breath,

It's spring,

It's because I love you.

A star falls down,

But tell me where we are.

What do you care?

It's because, I love you.

And fly, fly away,

Always higher we go,

And fly, fly with me

The world is crazy because,

And if there is no love,

All it takes is one song,

To spread confusion,

Around and inside you.

Hello.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Is it working today?
- It only works with francs.

That's a shame.

This one's for you
But I warn you, it's not modern.

Nice, isn't it?

She was so pretty

That I didn't dare love her

She was so pretty

I can't forget her

She was that pretty

When the wind took her away

She fled in rapture

And the wind whispered to me

She's much too pretty

And I know you too well

You could never love her

A whole life through

But then she left

It's crazy, yet it's true

She was so pretty

I'll never forget her

Now it's the autumn

And I weep often

Now it's the autumn

So far from the springtime

In the park where the cruel wind

Shakes the leaves

Her dress billows

And then disappears...

Go on, tell me.

I don't know what to say.

- I don't want to moralize.
- Go on, say anyway.

In any case, you should be careful.
She seems a bit crazy.

You think so?

Always in control, and yet, so vibrant.

That sort scares me.

That's because she's...

- Sensitive?
- No, she's fragile.

I don't think that girl's fragile.

You can see she's a tough one.

You shouldn't fool around
with students. It's too easy.

It's not easy with her
You've got no idea.

- Is it over with Florence?
- Yes, it's over.

Over with Florence,
over with the others. Clean sweep.

I'm in a total love-sick mess.

I feel so ridiculous.

I'm just head-over-heels in love
It's completely stupid.

It's been such a long time
since I fell in love.

I haven't felt this for ages
You know,

your stomach all knotted up,
your chest on fire, your legs weak.

I know I've got to calm down,
get a grip,

but I can't, I just can't.

Sorry for pouring all this out on you.

But I can't talk about anything else
Want to change the subject?

Carry on, it's fine.

I don't want to whine on.

That girl will never love me.
She'll never love me.

I'm lying to myself too.
She can't not love me.

You seem more disappointed in love
than in the grip of love-at-first-sight.

Maybe...

Nicole!

We need some shots.

Vodka? Dubrovka?

There's Patrick, he's here all day.
How's it going Patrick?

- Here you go, Dubrovka. Good health.
- Spassiba.

Cheers.

Bottoms up.

That's it.

I don't want to embarrass you.

Let's get drunk,
we'll work it out later.

Embrace you? Embrace me?
You want to embrace me?

- Oh, embrace you?
- That's what you said.

No, I said embarrass you.

Long live Tibo and his wife!

Look Koudi...

She's not a responsible woman.

Let's go!

Do you think they saw us?

Sooner or later everyone will know.

Come on.

What a life!

Jeanne, can I talk to you?

- Have you got Nemours' letter?
- Yes.

- Can I have it?
- Here.

Have many people read it?

You bet, they were all over it.

Careful, there's Nemours.

Don't forget to give it back to Marie
She found it.

I love you too much to let you think
I can live without you.

Don't care if you cheat on me
as long as you are honest and tell me.

I don't care if you hide me away
as long as you come find me again.

I am patient. And while I await you
I will recall your whole body.

I'm even in love with your knees.

There's no point looking
She's not here.

She's a big girl, she won't get lost.

This is absurd, where is she?

- Have you read Nemours' letter?
- What letter?

Marie found it
It fell out of his pocket.

He's such a heartbreaker, Nemours.

What are you waiting for?

Where's Marie?

You not going to wait for Junie?

Florence! I'll stay here.

Have you got Nemours' letter?

No, and I don't really want
to talk about it.

What did you do with it?

I gave it to Jacob
He should have it.

He just told me you had it.

Well I haven't, so drop it.

D'you think Henri's got it?

No idea.
You're starting to piss me off!

Mathias, you stay here.

I'll wait for my cousin with Mr. Nemours.

What are you doing here?

I just saw Marie,
she said you've got the letter.

No, I gave it back.

You sure?

Er, no... I don't know.
Be discreet, he's right there.

Jeanne had it.

- Anyone seen her?
- I haven't.

- She got a mobile?
- No, she doesn't want a mobile.

Think she got the wrong station?

Can I talk to you, Sir?

It's personal.

Don't worry about my cousin,
she knows Paris, she's not lost.

What's on your mind?

Everyone thinks you lost a letter
in the cinema.

Really? I lost a letter?

Marie found a letter and she thinks
it fell out of your pocket.

In fact, it belongs to me.

And it's really very private.

Sir, I'm going to need your help here.

OK, take it easy.

We'll find Junie
then we'll deal with the letter.

I'm asking a real big favor here.

I'll do it, don't worry.

You have to ask Marie for the letter
back, saying it's yours.

What does this letter say?

It's a love letter, Sir.

Are you kidding?
What the fuck's going on?

Marie can't know the letter's mine,
and she can't tell Henri.

What's Henri got to do with this?

It's started as a game,
then became more serious.

Especially for Henri.

I realized he was in love.

Then I met Martin.

We saw each other in secret,
between lessons at lunchtimes.

We couldn't live without each other.

I never thought he'd do that.
He threatened us.

He told us if we carried on he'd put
the photo on the school website.

Run along, I'll take care of your cousin.

- Thank you, Sir.
- No problem.

Where's he going?

He's not waiting with us?

- We've been here an hour!
- Why did you wait for me?

I need a bit of space, Otto,
leave me alone.

Wait a second.

I have to talk to Junie privately,
about her cousin.

Is Mathias OK?

Give us a moment.

Mathias is upset over a letter
do you know anything about it?

Yes, but what's it to him?

It concerns him because
the letter belongs to him.

I don't think so,
it fell out of your pocket.

- Did you see it fall?
- No.

Whoever told you that is wrong.

The letter belongs to Mathias,
it matters to him...

and he needs it back.

Fine. Why are you getting involved?

I'm not getting involved, I'm just...

That letter isn't mine,

but I'm going to pretend it is for
your cousin. I want you to know that.

Do you believe me?

It's not me you have to convince.
Marie found the letter on your chair.

She'd better not tell Nemours.

If she says a word, I'll kill Marie.

D'you have any proof it's not yours?

I can't reveal Mathias' secrets.

There are no secrets
between Mathias and me.

It's from a guy called Martin.
I haven't even read it.

I've read the letter,
it's from a woman.

Are you sure about that?

Do you believe me now?

Can I have the letter please?

I tore it up.

But if you don't give it to Marie,
she'll smell a rat.

Do you recall the letter?
Write it yourself.

Martin gave it me just before the film
I read it quickly.

I remember what it says,
more or less anyway.

It wasn't a long letter.

That's great! You can rewrite it.
A girl's handwriting is better.

Tomorrow you give it to Marie.

This is ridiculous.

I don't think saving my skin
is ridiculous.

What was this letter written on,
what kind of paper?

Ordinary white paper.

I've got some. Let's do it now.

Come and sit down.

Come on.

Paper. Pen.

You don't mind writing
a love letter to me?

"I love you too much..."

"to let you think..."

"I can live without you."

"My love, I beg you, don't leave me."

Oh, no. Don't joke around.

It's already bad enough for Martin.

One can be a little lyrical.

I'd rather we keep it as near to true
as we can.

What's next?

How long have you been together?

Since October, the 12th.

You're the only person who knows.

I think Esther knows.

She's got no idea.

You don't mind when he's with her?

Yes, of course.

But if Mathias wanted us to be open,

I'd feel uneasy about that too.

I couldn't hide way all the time.

You're lucky,
because Otto's a real saint.

I've gotta go.
My brother's waiting for me at judo.

- Will you call?
- Yes.

- I'm sick of this.
- What's up?

Dunno. I'm not going to Italian.
Will you stay with me?

You give the orders, I follow on.

Where will you go for now?

Maybe to my dad's, if he'll have me.

Or there's my aunt in Brittany.

I don't get why you want to leave.

You were just settling in.
Why run off so soon?

I went too fast, I know it.

I thought going to a new school was
the right thing after Mom died.

I over-estimated myself.

- Mathias' folks will let you go?
- I think so.

- How long will you be gone?
- I don't know.

I might come back after the holidays.

Don't take it personally.

Of course I take it personally!
Your leaving means I didn't help you.

You're the only one who helps me.

Not enough, because you're leaving me.

I'm not leaving, just distancing.

Honest, it's better that way.

Can't you tell me why?

I just explained.

I want the truth, or I can't fight back.

What's happened to you?

Should I make a useless confession?

What does that mean?

Tell me, I'd rather know than imagine.

You promised not to lie, so don't lie.

I'm going away to protect myself
from someone here.

The truth is I'm fleeing.

Someone you're in love with?

Someone I don't want to love.

You've fallen in love with someone else?

No, the opposite.
I'm going away to not fall in love.

I respect you, Otto.

I'm telling you that
because I care for you.

You care for me but love another.

That'll pass. I just have to go away
for a while.

Who is it?

- You can't force me to say.
- I want to know.

Must be some special if you're
going to ruin your year for them.

I admitted there was someone, because I
don't want to hide things like the others.

But I can't tell you who.

Has this boy said that he loves you?

No, but I understood he does
in other ways.

Does he know we're together?
If we still are...

If I didn't want to be with you
I'd have left without a word.

Sir!

Henri and Mathias are fighting,
we can't break it up.

You're going to have a few bruises.

Stop it now!

Are you insane?

- Give me your bag, dear.
- I'm fine Mom.

- Will he get out?
- Yes, they're not going to hold him.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter. Thanks.

Bye.

I can understand.

Even if I can't, he leaves me no choice.

I hate that he lied me for months.

He could at least have told me.

It wasn't that easy for him.

Perhaps he was a bit mixed up.

I'd like to help him but he refuses.

- Did he say he doesn't want to see you?
- Yes.

He says it's for the best to not suffer.

He's afraid the others will mock me
because of Martin.

He wants to deal with it alone.

You have to give him some time.

I can't even be jealous.

He doesn't love him.
He can't love him.

Anyway, you didn't see Mathias
all that often.

You don't have to be joined at the hip.

Shit, I ought to hate him,
but the only thing I feel is afraid,

afraid for him.
I'm always afraid.

For me, it was true love.

- Did you tell him?
- No.

He forbid me
He said it was mawkish.

Hello.

I was looking for you.

How is Mathias?

He talked to Esther.

What did he say to her?

He told her he loves Martin.

There you go!

The little lad's being brave again.

Brave and selfish.

He doesn't give a damn how Esther feels
He's just relieved.

Having the courage of your convictions
isn't always easy.

You think, it's easy?

Would you mind leaving me alone?

If you don't mind.

- You not with Junie?
- She got stuck in the cafe with Nemours.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

Hello.

- What do you want?
- I came to find you.

What for?
Haven't you got Russian at 2?

Don't you have Italian at 2?

I'm not going.

- Why not?
- I just don't want to.

- Have you got anything to tell me?
- No.

What do you expect me to say?

Go on, it starts in 5 minutes.

See you later.

Listen, Junie's in the courtyard.

So? She's outside not in Italian.

- Can you spy on her?
- What do you think she's up to?

No questions asked, please.

- It'll cost you.
- Drop it, doesn't matter.

Excuse me, can I leave the room?

Does that mean yes?

Thank you.

Take out your Pasternak texts.

We can't go on like this.

I'm as lost as you are.

So, did you see her?

Who was she with?

What was she doing with Nemours?

They were kissing?

You come with me then say nothing.

I'm waiting for you to speak.

Don't start with that please.

When do you go to your dad's?

I can't go to my dad's.

And it would be mean to leave Mathias.

It wasn't mean kissing Nemours?

Are you mad?
I didn't kiss Nemours.

- I'd never kiss him!
- You were seen.

No one can have seen us.

You've got good hiding places.

I beg you...

don't accuse me of something
I haven't done.

I thought you were different.

But you're the same as Marie.

Except Marie doesn't act superior.

Sometimes we lack the rain

The storm gathers more pace

To cry out in our pain

These words throw in your face

Sometimes we lack the rain

As in the sun we die

From its heat we refrain

When love has gone away

Sometimes we strive in vain

To fight I would prefer

To beat her, give her pain

So no one would want her

Sometimes we strive in vain

Our arms they do betray

When love we would retain

Like sand just slips away

Sometimes sobs we contain

Yet outpours have more class

A few tears would explain

But that's too much, alas

Sometimes sobs we contain...

Sometimes the day's a strain

The nights better express

Stars like crosses do ordain

A sky in mourning just for us

Sometimes the day's a strain

The night is long to come

When it falls you feel the pain

Of every starry dome

Good night.

Be strong.

Junie hasn't been in class for 3 weeks.

I'm aware of that.

I haven't said yet
to the secretary anything...

You understand?
I can't pretend nothing's going on.

- Could you persuade her?
- I'll try.

Tell her I won't be here Monday.
I'm taking sick leave to the end of year.

Because you're sick?

I'd like everyone
to introduce themselves.

- What's your name?
- My name is Antonin.

- And you?
- Martin.

- And you?
- I'm Emilie.

- And what's your name?
- My name is Junie.

Delighted to meet you.

- And you?
- Clement.

Go on, I'll catch you up.

You wanted to talk to me?

I'm sorry for acting like this,

I feel so pathetic doing this
but I have to talk to you.

Otherwise I'll go mad.

That's fine, but don't expect anything.

I'm not ashamed to talk frankly.

I thought that's one thing
you liked about me.

My openness.

Imagining you could no longer love me
is far worse for me

than what you call the rules
I set for myself.

I know we're two people,

and so like anyone,
we could be together.

But for how long?

If we're two ordinary people
how long will our love last?

Eternal love doesn't exist,
not even in books.

So loving means for a finite time.

There'd be no miracle for us,

we're no different to anyone else.

Otto is the only man
who'll love me all his life.

It sounds dumb, but it's almost true.

If I give myself to you, you'll go off.

You don't trust me much, then.

I'm not a fool.

You're handsome.

Everyone likes you.

You've known a lot of women,

I've met at least two of them.

As with them, one day you'll leave
to love another

that you find more pleasing.

And I won't survive.

Not to mention the jealousy.

The state that letter put me in.

I'd always think you're loved by,
and in love with, another.

Perhaps I'd be able to endure
my sadness, others do.

It won't work Junie.

You can't hold out alone
against our love.

Because I am armed.

And I'm not going to let you do it.

- See you tomorrow?
- No.

Not tomorrow, the next day.
Come round if you like.

5 o'clock?

Mathias, it's Nemours.

I'm outside. I was meeting Junie at 5.

It's nearly... 7 o'clock.
I didn't see you come home, I'm worried.

Call me when you get this message.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mathias.

My mom didn't let me come today.

Junie left yesterday afternoon.

Where did she go?

I can't tell you.

She's gone far away.
You shouldn't wait for her.

She said not to pass on any news,

that she never wants
to hear from you again.

Thank you, go in, you'll catch cold.