Original subtitles

Camille, then we can drive again!

Camille?

Camille!

So start!

THE BLUE BICYCLE

It's Ms. Léa!

Hurry up! She dies!

Call dr. Blanchard.

Dad...

Hold her arm. I give an injection.

The bleeding has stopped. She can handle it.

As long as there is no inflammation.

It's a little miracle.

- How old is he? - One day.

I'm so tired.

How are you?

How are you?

And the vineyards? And the whole region?

It is defeated like the rest of the country.

Have you heard of Laurent?

How should I?

His parents...

They are with Camille's parents in Dakar.

Roches-Blanches has been seized by the Germans.

- It's a child of love. - It's when you're not married.

It is love that counts.

AUTUMN 1940

It's awful...

Do you understand now, Pierre, why you have to join us?

NO MORE MEAT

Can you make it up to the castle?

At the castle? We manage like everyone else.

Everyone else is not what they used to be.

- Do you understand? - No.

Some Frenchmen have won the war and some have lost it.

- Has anyone won? - Now I have to laugh!

I respect the Germans.

Germany is a magnificent country, if you respect the rules of the game.

It's a pig luck for some little ones like me.

Now I understand the meaning of "small"... What do I owe you?

Nothing.

You'll probably have to pay. You and your kind will get your case for.

Help the little poor thing!

No thanks, Loïc. You're better at cutting.

The boys cut, and the girls carry!

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Then we stop. It's too late.

No, Victor. We can.

- The sky is getting tired. - Let's surprise the first star.

Laurent... our homeland has become alien land.

Not only, because here are German soldiers.

Defeat is like an epidemic, penetrating everywhere.

In hearts, mouths, eyes and ears...

We lack manpower and we have lost a large part of this year's Fall.

War... what misfortune and sorrow!

How would life be without?

You said it had hastened your wedding to Camille.

It's selfish to say, but the war did not give me time to take you.

My dear Laurent, God knows, if you can read this letter!

If a stranger finds it, tears it to pieces,

then he must know, that it was a love letter...

Léa.

The menu is the same. Soup, soup...

- It's not meat you get choked on! - It's good enough.

- Everyone gets the same menu. - Now you must not get shocked, Léa!

- You're all so sweet to me. - Tell me, Camille...

The doctor said you're fine. Maybe you should move a little.

I can not. If only I heard from Laurent...

- He does not know, his child is born. - You are not pregnant for 11 months!

I know where he is, and what he must endure.

So the little things we struggle with...

Léa...

- Why are you so hard on Camille? - All that nonsense she says!

"You are so sweet". "If Laurent was here..."

If you should have forgotten, then Laurent is Camille's husband!

- You call me okay? - Yes.

It's a wonder you still have milk...

Turn off the radio, Pitou.

- Does it hurt? - A little.

Maybe you should stop breastfeeding. I can probably get milk at the hospital.

- Where are you going? - At the post office.

- The mail is still being delivered. - I'm doing it anyway.

- Do you want a glass? - No, I'm going to get mail.

It's right behind!

I'm late.

Physically, I'm exactly.

- How is your wife? - She's dead.

I have a letter to the young Mrs. d'Argilat.

- She lives with you, doesn't she? - Yes.

Mr. Delmas...

- They are already many... - They are well here.

Pretend you're home.

Camille!

Camille!

A room for each of you and a dormitory for ten of your men

"with facilities"...

It's difficult. We are already many.

- We are also many. - Can we...

What is it called? Verhandeln?

- Speak French - Negotiate?

No.

Carry the suitcases.

My beloved.

I am in Westphalenhof, a prisoner of war camp in Pomerania.

We have been allowed to write one letter. And not too much.

- So I weigh my words... - Not so high.

I think of you. Of you and our little child.

I hope he will never see, what I have seen.

People should know that we have fought. We did not flee.

When I try to sleep, I hear the songs for me you sing for him.

Tell Léa, that I think of her too.

I kiss your hands, your mouth...

Léa?

And sir. François Tavernier.

Where is he?

Where are you? We just got a letter from Laurent.

He's alive. Yes...

Yes... then we say it.

Finally! They have become younger.

You are not.

Sit down, Léa.

- What kind of place is this? - A black market restaurant.

- I live upstairs. - What are you doing here?

I asked about something.

In these times one must know what one wants.

And you're probably hungry. I can recommend the goose liver.

Answer me. What are you doing here?

- I'm spying. - Who?

All, must and few.

Tell me how the car ride ended. I stayed at the Port-Boulet Bridge.

Did you have good weather?

It rained a lot and not just with water.

There were grenades, tanks and finally a small child.

We called him Laurent. He's very pretty.

Do not say he looks like you!

So they still love him. They do not give up.

- Never. - If you knew what that meant.

- How did you manage? - Using connections, my darling.

- Do not call me "darling". - What else? When I now love you.

I can not buy. Neither with goose liver nor a Lafite.

I decide for myself when and with whom I love.

Yes, honey. You decide for yourself that you come up to my room.

Ms. Léa! Good evening.

Lieutenant Kramer and Lieutenant Hanke... who live on Montillac.

And friend... Bernard.

- Good evening. - Well, you speak German...

"Kramer" is a common German name. Where do you come from?

- Stuttgart. Do you know that city? - Of course.

- Neckar... Goethe's favorite river. - Very interesting.

- Good night. - Do you have to cycle up to the castle?

- I'm following you. - No thanks.

- Do you have a lantern? - The moon.

That pig.

The door is open.

Come in. Did you forget to say something?

Yes, you are a...!

Do you really think so? They flatter me, my sweet.

This place... and the Germans...

I'm disgusted.

Because you just had a good dinner. They ate then on the loose.

- Because I was hungry. - No, because that's how you are.

Because you are a female wolf. That's why I love you.

- Cigarette? - No.

- Do not be a bad player. - I do not play.

And Laurent is not a game either?

They do not understand anything. I love Laurent.

Little girl, you are only chasing him, because he has married someone else.

You have convinced yourself that he would love you.

But if you get him, you do not want him anymore.

I'm in a hurry. Drive home.

You think you can just snap your fingers...

I have not been told all that.

I'm listening.

I do not love you, François...

Then shut up.

- I do not love you... - Then shut up.

WINTER 1940

Stop!

Escape is nothing.

It's afterwards...

No food, nowhere to sleep, anxiety, cold...

Days, nights, in hiding, you get lost...

- Is the food good? - Hvabehar?

- That there... - No.

- But it's good to have food. - It's Christmas dinner.

- Is it Christmas? - Yes, it's Christmas.

Is it true that some will fight on?

Some, yes.

Have you never seen your son?

On an image. Then we had to change cell.

I have not heard from Camille since. I do not know where she is...

Laurent, she's still on Montillac.

- On Montillac? - Yes.

the joys of love

lasts only short

the sorrows of love lasts all his life...

He was well, but then...

One from Saint-Macaire has been captured.

He writes to his family and asks for... soap.

Do you want to help people across the demarcation line?

The demarcation line. Yes, I heard that.

It's dangerous for everyone. And the Germans are not kidding.

It's mother.

You look like her.

Who's there?

- It's me when I was 5. - Who's the boy by your side?

It's Mathias.

Suzanne, wake up! You've found your savings!

Good evening. Sorry...

- Merry Christmas after all. - Thank you.

It's another year.

For the baby.

Take it, Camille.

Thank you.

Far?

Even if there is war, we could well accept that bottle of courtesy.

I've missed you.

Camille...

It is inconceivable. Where are you from?

- Germany. - How...?

I fled.

Kiss me...

It's our son. He's pretty.

His name is the same as yours.

Camille?

Laurent...

It's good to be here.

Léa, we have to hide him.

You may be in the attic. My father must not know.

Good morning.

Do I have to?

Already done?

Værsgo...

No.

- Do I have to? - Yes.

Dumarteau, Dufoy, Dunan... Not to be found. Everything was closed.

- Faure is missing two. - I note that, Commissioner.

- And also Bergougnan. - I note that.

We're going there.

Supply control!

I did not frighten you, did I?

Do I have to see? That's part of my new responsibility.

- That's not what amuses me the most. - What amuses you the most, Mr. Fiaux?

Is it allowed to buy flowers?

- Have you heard from your husband? - Still in Pomerania.

- He should be released... - He is seen in Bordeaux.

- Who said that...? - Unfortunately I did not see him.

If you meet him, ask him to contact me...

Even if we do not know each other anymore.

Who smokes Celtiques up in the castle?

- My father does. - He's known for smoking cigars...

He smokes cigars for being famous.

But at home everyone knows him, so there he smokes Celtiques.

See you again...

I'm not talking about my salary, but about your land, which is languishing.

Call an ambulance.

Your ambulance is a tank that delivers wine to the Germans!

But they must not toast to victory in my wine!

They will pay. We can sell the stock and save next year's harvest yield.

No, I said.

I do not know what you and your brother have for.

Everyone knows you do not want to save Montillac. Now I have warned you.

SPRING 1941

I'm driving now. I'm on duty tonight.

It's almost every night. The hospital's only nurse!

I do not decide myself. Afterwards I get time off.

I'm on duty around the clock.

Is it of interest for us to sell any land?

Maybe I'll not bring flour, meat and clothes for everyone?

I'm late for it.

Calm down. The German cars are driving fast.

And they even have the right of way.

- Is it talk time? - No, I want some distraction.

And you are my diversion.

I had more space in my barracks in Westphalenhof!

But you did not have me in that West-one-or-other.

That's right.

Neither did Camille and my son. He was up here yesterday.

It's nice to see him. Do you understand... my son!

Not really...

- What do you want now? - I want to do something.

- Do you know who de Gaulle is? - No.

A general.

He wanted to continue the war, but the government preferred a truce.

He is in London now calling for resistance.

I listen to his messages on English radio.

François said that we had lost in advance...

- François Tavernier? - Yes.

- You two must have become close friends. - Who said that?

You will not escape me by fabricating romances with your wife's friends.

I will never give up on you.

Never.

As you can see... I'm learning to be patient.

It's you I love.

You love me too.

- Say it. - I never admit it.

By saying that you just admitted it.

- Where are you going in Sunday clothes? - I'm not in the Sunday mood.

What's wrong?

Your father and I were to meet with a restaurateur in Bordeaux.

He would buy wine from us. But your father will ruin Montillac.

He will not sell to the Germans.

But if he does not want to sell to the French either, we can turn the tap.

Yes?

- I can talk to you. - Come in, my darling.

- What's up? - What's up with you?

You and Fayard were going to Bordeaux, but you did not come.

Why do you leave it all to yourself?

Camille takes care of the little one, Françoise is in the hospital...

And you're gone all day. What's going on?

I was in Langon with Adrien.

You're hiding something from me.

I am your father and shall not be subject to your interrogation.

We have sold some land, we have nothing but debt...

I...

I know you love Montillac, and I'm grateful for all your help.

- Let me be at peace now. - I want to know...

... if you're in the resistance movement.

Won't you say that enough?

I want to share the danger with you.

Four months ago we formed the group "Jeannot".

It's time to take stock.

So far we have made little things. Be like the bees on the grape.

Laurent is our only soldier and thinks we must move on.

Ever since Pierre brought us together, I have felt, as Adrien said:

- That I ascended to the light again. - That's not how I speak!

We can not isolate ourselves.

We need to get in touch with other groups and with London.

London? It's not just around the corner.

London also wants to get in touch with us.

They have some agents. Some Colonel Mayenne.

Cutting telephone wires over and stealing weapons is good enough,

but we can not remain amateurs.

We must act as an army.

We adjourn the meetings. Adrien moves fairly freely.

- Protected by his priest's dress. - Protected...

He keeps a record of the groups and is our regular link:

- We must confess twice a week . - Then we must invent some sins.

Sorry...

Group and group messages and encrypted information must be sent.

We need courier. Laurent is wanted so he can not.

- And I'm too well known in the area. - I can.

- And I. - Then we have two couriers.

Three.

- What do you mean? - Three couriers.

Three couriers, one a young girl. Adopted.

Now remember that you must not reveal anything, not even to the family.

All are exposed.

Here's London.

Prime Minister Winston Churchill speaks to the French:

French! I speak to you...

...from London, which is now a city in ruins...

Sorry... I was just about to have a glass of water.

The property is so busy that I have not had time to have dinner.

Eat at last. They are in your own home.

It's hard to say...

But I admire you, Mr. Delmas.

- Good night. - Good night.

Is there more you want?

Sorry, no.

I thought I heard a sound. Like a radio.

And radio?

No, it's the rats that are whistling. They are looking for food like everyone else.

- But they can find nothing. - Like everyone else...

- Good night. - Good night.

Hurry up, sir!

Mr. Delmas...

- We must search the house. - Search the house?

Hello, Fiaux. They could have called then.

We are looking for a person.

We search the house. Everyone goes back to their rooms.

Nobody hides here. What kind of talk!

- An escapee is hiding here. - Calm down, Fiaux.

Mr. Fiaux!

Do you have a written permission...?

Let's not waste time.

- What's going on here? - We will search the house.

We think a terrorist is hiding here.

Like a rat!

Goodbye, Commissioner.

Let me.

Don't worry. He moved last night.

That's enough now.

They have searched the house and seen that no one is here.

Downstairs are our rooms.

Would a terrorist hide in a German officer's room?

- We have information... - I said stop.

Mr. Fiaux! Captain Kramer said stop.

- Do you have written permission? - No.

Before we get hunting licenses, the game is...

Goodbye!

Tak. You behaved like a true gentleman.

Do not use English words in these times. Do you not want enough?

- Heck! - What's up?

One more from the Racine group has been arrested.

There is a meeting at Maillac's farm tonight in Saint-Julien. I have to get out there.

Are you crazy! If you are caught, you will be shot.

- How do you want to get there? - By bike.

- I'm coming in. - No, that's too far.

Stay with your father and Camille.

Say yes now.

I say no.

Are you unharmed, Léa?

Yes, and you?

Do you remember when I was 18?

For my birthday?

We drove wrong with the car, and you said, "Are you unharmed, Léa?"

Of course I can remember that.

And when we kissed each other...

The first kiss.

- The last... - Until today.

I love you.

I have missed you so much.

You are my beloved.

Thou shalt not, Léa...

- Thou shalt not torment me any more. - Am I tormenting you?

Dear...

Hurry. The others are waiting for me.

They're mowing them down...

There's nothing we can do.

- What are you doing? - The accounts you do not have time for.

I still can not sleep.

I'm thinking all the time... of Laurent.

And also on you. It has dawned on me...

That what?

You, your father and Laurent...

What you do...

I feel...

...to no use.

What's wrong?

I'm tired.

- Stop looking at me like that. - I'm not looking at you.

No more.

Why?

Why us?

You must understand, my beloved...

There is war. We are enemies.

Why was your father not at the station?

SPRING 1942

- It was the middle of the night. - Then it was luck I came by.

- Thank you, Mr. Fiaux. - Call me Régis.

It's really Laval, thank you.

He invented the "replacement".

Without it, you would still have chopped shards in your prison camp.

Is not the fatherland beautiful, Mathias?

When you return to your employer...

- Say nothing. - How...?

After the catastrophic harvest of '40 the worse has happened.

His bank shares...

He has had to mortgage the castle and sell the forest.

- It can not fit. - Yes.

- And Léa? - Léa...

- What's wrong with her? - She rides a lot.

- Some say she often gets lost. - Why so enigmatic?

Do not put the clogs back up there. Come down here and get boots and more.

I'm not at all enigmatic.

Lea!

Mathias... You're back.

How beautiful are you? I forgot...

How are you?

- Not very good? - True.

It's not working well.

The Germans are no longer our enemies.

They have won the war. Marshal says...

- Marshal? - Do you know who it is?

I've heard of him.

Listen, Léa...

If there's any problems with Montillac, money problems...

- So what? - Then maybe there's a solution.

My father has money. Not so few at all.

He has set aside until the day I get married.

It's your money.

- But if... - If what?

Do you understand...

If we got married...

That might be a solution. Montillac we agree.

Ti stille, Mathias.

Montillac belongs to my father. You can not claim it.

- And we two... - You know I love you Léa.

I love you.

But I will never marry you.

Do you know why?

Because I do not love you.

I really like you a lot.

But I do not love you.

- Now they're going to the Eastern Front. - Hitler sends them out to travel.

I do not know what to say...

Goodbye, goodbye, thank you...

You just have to say, it's a shame.

It's best not to say anything. It's a time of restrictions.

We lack words like everything else.

- What's wrong with you? - Can we talk together in your office?

It's unworthy!

Unworthy? For whom?

For you?

It is not unworthy for him or me.

For we love one another.

It is not unworthy to love one another.

- It's our enemy! - Not min.

- We're at war! - I know.

He is the father of my child.

Did you know?

Yes.

- Does the... man know that? - No.

- You can not stay here. - Where should she go?

- To the aunts. - In Paris?

Léa...

Come...

I love you.

He is honorable. He does not say a word to anyone.

We trust him, Aristide. Tell him.

I have much to tell. The last few months have been effective.

Thanks to Adrien and Aristide's brother we got in touch with 30 groups.

Hélène has averted a tragedy.

She heard one boast of the man's exploits.

Part of heaven is with us. They send planes to us.

Fly?

From London. With men, weapons and messages.

To understand the messages, the orders, we need to download a package.

- A package, with messages...? - In a way, yes.

- It's a radio, Anatole. - There's plenty of them here.

We do not get anything to hear "The blue monkey must pick cherries".

- It's not the same radio. - Who can go to Paris?

I'm going to talk to my father's executor.

- Where does he live? - In Versailles. Lawyer Mandelbaum.

Almond tree? I'm afraid he can not receive us.

- What about me? - You?

Yes, me...

I'm going to Paris.

- To Paris? - I want to visit your daughter Françoise.

We will not let you run that risk.

I've known Léa all my life. She's not with us just to wait on us.

- Léa! - What are you doing here, Mathias?

- I came by. Where are you going? - To Paris. To my sister.

I've been saving this ever since... Have you thought about it?

Yes. Now do not be childish.

- Open it. - I can not.

Then I do.

It was my mother.

- It hurts me... - That you hurt me?

I do not love you, Mathias.

If I then agree to be your wife, you can never be my husband.

Now do not destroy it all.

- Goodbye. - Léa...

- Then we must be ready. - It was time.

It's been a long time since we've used it.

Ready... rabbit!

Again. He did not laugh.

Well, you named him after Dad.

Fingers off!

- What about his father? - I'm got a letter. Do you want to see it?

- Does he know? - Yes, of course.

Rabbits!

- What are you waiting for? - He does not smile.

- You scare him! - Take the rabbit.

Let me take the picture.

Phone. Are you taking it, honey?

Hello?

Yes, it's me, her sister Marie-Hélène.

Yes, yes...

Yes, where?

See you soon.

Mother...

Léa, I have a surprise for you.

- Who told me I was in Paris? - A mutual friend. And yet...

Shall we say Viviane Romance? Or Ginette Leclerc?

Why are they here?

Some are strong, others are weak.

- Why are you here, Raphaël? - To eat and look around me.

- I'm leaving now. - No, I have a surprise.

- I'm not feeling well... - Yes, you should greet Rudi.

He plays on his charm. See him... with his monocle.

General Von Foleïn. I call him Von Fräulein.

General Von Foleïn and Rudi Schumeister...

It's a pleasure for me.

Delphine, my only love and sadly irrevocable.

Sorry, I'm shaving in conversation.

But how do you spell your name, Mr. Mahl? With or without 'h'?

With 'h' as in 'Hetz'.

I knew a Jewish bookseller in Düsseldorf, Abraham Mahl.

- Do you wear a Jewish star? - Two stars. Take a look...

In my eyes.

- Raphaël! - There we have the surprise.

Raphaël Mahl, Frau Leipzig...

- Are you well? - Fine.

Is that Léa...

Léa?

Where is she going?

- Léa, it's me... - Will you arrest me?

I do not understand German.

Let me go!

So, calm down... Now we can talk.

How did you know I was in Paris? Did you send Raphaël?

I'm interested in you.

What are you doing here?

I'm a friend of Alice Epting. Here's my card.

Sorry.

Tell me how it goes. Camille?

She lives in Montillac with her child. He is 2 years old.

Laurent?

We have not heard from him.

- And what about Léa? - Léa...

And you? Apart from enjoying life with the German women...

- Tell. - I'm fine.

As for the German women, remember, The skin can deceive.

I do not understand anything more.

Who are you?

I'll probably tell you all about it.

I promise.

Sarah Mülstein has been arrested.

Sarah?

Maybe someone here can tell where she is.

I have to talk to her.

I missed you so much.

Goodbye, little baby. See you soon.

I've given you pâté with and a good bottle of wine.

- Why won't that bag go up? - No...!

It's crammed. Therefore.

Who is it?

Lock me in...

- Raphaël... what's wrong? - Can you hide me?

Raphaël Mahl, a friend...

- Can you hide me? Just a few hours. - We have no hiding place.

You're bleeding...

Now you're laughing... I was about to iron my pillowcase...

Then the phone rings... And it's François.

François Tavernier warned me. The Gestapo was in the street.

They entered the property, and I was so scared...

- I fell down the kitchen stairs... - Come and sit down.

My niece is a nurse. She can provide first aid.

- You're calling dr. Valdo. - No!

It is not necessary.

Do you want an aperitif? With lemon or without anything?

I'd rather have it... without anything.

Are you aware...

Falling down the kitchen...

I'll take you home to Bordeaux. Do you have your papers?

- When do you travel? - Now.

I did not even take my toileteries with me...

Do you think a young girl like you...

...could have loved a young man like me... back then?

- When? - When I was young.

Absolutely.

- What do you know about François? - Nothing until this morning.

He saved my life. He makes a really good impression.

Credentials!

May we see your ID!

- What do you have in the heavy bag? - All my savings.

They're a good party!

Do you have any fire?

He asks if it is your bag. I know it's not.

Sorry, we do not speak German.

That's my bag.

It's my sister's underwear and my dad's radio... Gifts!

Fun!

Fun!

Call Otto Abetz. Do you know Otto Abetz?

Your Ambassador to Paris...

Otto Abetz... Release me. I can myself.

Raphaël...

Raphaël!

Father...

- I do not remember what it was like. - What?

- Life. - You must not say that, honey.

Life...

Life returns. That's why we're fighting.

Do you think Raphaël will return?

- Who is it? - Maurice Schumann.

His message to François Mauriac. An abbreviated version of "You are France".

Is it you writing to me?

My parents.

- Think if anyone finds it! - It's a draft for Camille.

She writes it off with spelling mistakes, like in a prison.

She signs it. My parents will understand.

Why is it not Camille, who comes with the newspapers?

Whether it's her or me... Does it make a difference?

Tomorrow a man from Toulouse will arrive with another transmitter.

If I'm raised, remember he's called "15".

If you are traveling?

I have been given a mission by the Mayenne. I'm going to London.

To London? Oh no...

Laurent...

Camille!

Wait, Camille!

Did you also go to bed with him before we got married?

- It never happened. - How could you do that to me?

- I swear by your son's life. - This is my son...

Camille! I travel.

It's me to fight.

Listen, Camille... Léa and I are neither friendship nor love.

It's life.

We are born together.

We are like blackberry bushes, like thorns.

You can not separate us.

But you are my wife.

But now I'm going to lose you... again.

I do not want that.

Sorry. I should never have hit you.

I lost my temper.

I would have done the same.

You are his wife.

He said that to you... to us.

Are you calmer now?

He's leaving tonight.

Tonight?

Laurent! It's Léa.

- Martial is not coming. - Has he been arrested?

No, he's sick.

- How did you find out? - By Loïc.

You are soaked.

You'll catch a cold.

You've been cycling the long way... It's crazy.

Yes, that's crazy.

- I came to say sorry. - Sorry?

For that with Camille... Sorry.

- Goodbye. - No...

No goodbye.

Kiss me, just once...

Love me, just one night...

Because you're traveling.

You can never know...

I love you, Laurent.

I love you, Laurent...

Laurent?

- Martial? - Yes, I'm coming a little early.

I'm coming.

It did not fit... What did you say when you arrived?

No.

- Did you get what you wanted? - Yes.

And yet... I do not know.

Farewell, Leah.

Goodbye, my beloved.

Stop! ID!

- I'm good at German, am I? - Mathias! You scared the life out of me.

It was too much fun. What are you doing here?

I could not sleep. I'm cycling.

Is not here beautiful?

Jo.

Your father, my father, our grandparents...

They created it all.

Mine with their hands, yours with their heads.

I know...

...that my hands and my head never leave this place.

Not my heart either.

- I have to go home now. - Wait...

Come and sit down.

It was not a chance meeting... I was waiting for you.

You often cycle at night.

On your beautiful blue bike.

I also know you've made new friends. Like him the Jew we arrested.

- Gay. - Idiot.

How not to say. Your father is ruined.

Montillac is lost.

- Unless the two of us meet. - The two of us?

I can save it all.

It's never going to be the two of us, Mathias.

Kiss me.

Kiss me!

Kiss the servant's son! Kiss your servant!

Do not, Mathias!

I do not rape you, for I love you.

Mathias!

Do not!

Let me go!