All language subtitles for [1949] Jean-Pierre Melville - Le Silence de la Mer (EN)

THE SILENCE OF THE SEA

To the memory
of Saint-Paul Roux murdered poet

This film doesn't have the pretense
of contributing a solution to the problem

of the relationships between France and Germany
problems that lasted

I release time for the crimes of the Nazi barbarism

perpetrated with the complicity of the German town

and that they will be in the memory of the men...

It left,

she/he underwent

as the other ones

as all the other ones

as all their unhappy town

it tried to fix in my memory
all that happened during those 6 months

the veiled ones, their words,
and that rebellion that that man didn't have

the anger of not accepting
the orders of their bosses

it preceded it a great unfolding
of military apparatuses

later a soldier came
accompanied by another

they spoke what they supposed it was French
I didn't understand neither a single word

without embargo,les I showed the free rooms
they seemed happy.

The following morning
a military car entered in the garden

Two soldiers lowered two boxes.

Hours later, I listened noises of horses
three horsemen appeared

they armed with my carpenter bank
and a hole that they made in the wall

a system with a rope to tie
to the horses before my shop

during two days I didn't see anybody

the horsemen left early,
they returned at night.

They slept on the straw of the loft.

In the morning of the third day it returned the car

A couple of sheets, please

My niece had just given me
a coffee as every night

The coffee makes me sleep. It was seated
in the bottom of the piece, in the dimness

Please!

My name is Werner von Ebrennach.
I sit down it a lot, but...

Naturally, it was necessary.
If it had been possible, it had avoided it

My ordinance will look after your tranquility.

Me...

I have great esteem
for people that loves to their homeland.

It would ascend to my piece,
but I don't know the road

My niece opened the door
that she/he gives on the stairway and it ascended

without looking at the official,
as if is alone

The official followed it,
I saw that she/he had a rigid leg

My niece returned.

For luck it seems to be correct.

The following day
the official lowered when we had breakfast

Not you if German had listened to us
or if for chance she/he had come somewhere around

She/he said,

I spent a very good night,
I wait that you also

The Mayor wanted to lodge in the castle

my men made a mistake
and I will congratulate them

this it is a lot a castle but beautiful

It returned at night
at the same hour that the eve

We took coffee, it hit,
but she/he didn't hope we opened up.

He opened up same.

I fear to bother them...
if they prefer it, I will go by the kitchen

they will close this door with key.

I wish them good night

We never close the door with key

I believe that the reason was not very clear neither very pure

my niece and I decide
to not change any detail of our life

as if the official didn't exist
as if it was a ghost

Maybe another feeling
she/he mixed with that will

I can not offend somebody without suffering
neither to my own enemy

During more than one month the same scene
she/he repeated day after day

It hit, she/he entered, she/he spoke
of the time, the temperature

or of topics without importance,
of those that she/he didn't wait answer

She/he stayed a while,
she/he looked around to its

and a smile translated
the pleasure that caused him that exam

the same one every day,
and the same pleasure

Their eyes were nailed
in my niece's profile

severe and insensitive siempe
and when it returned their view,

she/he guessed in him a smiling approval

I wish them good night.

The things changed abruptly one night

A very fine snow snowed,
terribly glacial

I put in the chimney a very big log
that it conserved this way for days

I imagined the official out
and she/he hoped to see it enter full with snow

but she/he didn't come.

The hour of its arrival passed,
and I recognized that he occupied my thought

My niece knitted slowly
it seemed very applied

we hear steps inside the house

I recognized for the unequal sound
walking of the official

I realized that she/he had entered
for the other door that she/he came from their room.

Without a doubt, she/he had not wanted to be shown
with their wet uniform and without prestige

First it was changed clothes.
We hear it lower for the stairway

The door opened up and the official
dress appeared of civil

Forgive me, I don't have heating it was
very mojado,y my room is very cold

I will warm some minutes
with your fire

Well. Well.

Here it is not anything,
the winter in France it is tempered

in my country it is very hard,
there are pines, there are thick forests

they fill with snow.
Here the trees are fine,

the snow forms a fitting in them

there it is thought of a very strong bull,
that she/he needs their force to live.

Here it is the spirit,
the subtle and poetic thought.

I always loved France, always.
In the other war, era a boy. It doesn't count.

I always wanted it.
Alone that from a distance, like to a distant princess

for my father...

for my father.

She/he was a great patriot,
the defeat caused him a great pain.

and however, she/he loved France and Briand

She/he believed in the Republic of Weimar and in Briand

It was very enthusiastic
She/he said: "It will unite us as husband and woman"

she/he thought that the sun will come out in Europe
but Briand was conquered

and my father vi?that France continued directed
for cruel bourgeois

men like Of Vendel, Henri Bordeaux,
and for your old marshal.

She/he told me: "Don't return to France,
until being able to go with boots and helmet."

I should be promised it since it was moribund.

When exploding the war all Europe she/he knew
except France

I am a musician, that is to say, composer.
There all my life is

I find strange to see I eat up warrior
and however, this war doesn't weigh me.

I believe that of all this big things will come out.

Forgive me if I offended them,
but what I say, thinks it

with the best intentions
I have a lot of love for France

big things will come out for Germany and France stops

I think as she/he made it my father,
that the sun will shine in Europe

I wish them good night.

Maybe be inhuman to not direct him the word.

From that day their visits were this way.

Very rarely she/he went uniformed.

It was to avoid us to do it with the uniform

or so that we forgot it and us
did we go accustoming their person?

Maybe for both reasons.

She/he called and she/he entered without waiting answer

she/he knew that she/he would not have it,
she/he made it candidly

She/he came to warm,
that was their constant pretext

that she/he didn't deceive him to him, neither to my

and whose conventional character didn't hide

She/he didn't come every night but not
I remember none that doesn't speak to us

she/he leaned toward the fire

and while a part was granted
of the heat of the flame for if same

their voice cantarin rose sweetly,
during those veiled ones

speaking of the topics
that their heart harbored

the music, France.
It was an endless monologue.

She/he never tried to wait an answer,
an approval, a look.

She/he didn't speak a lot of time,
not more than the first night

Some cut sentences
for the silence, they were chained

with supreme monotony,
sometimes immobile, against the chimney,

as a caryatid,
and other, coming closer to an object,

to a drawing, then she/he was quiet
and she/he leaned.

I wish them good night.

She/he said in one of their first visits

Which the difference is among
this fire and that of my country?

The wood, the flame, clear,
the chimneys look like each other

but the light not, this depends
of the objects that it illuminates

of the inhabitants.

Does reason love so much this piece?

It is not so beautiful, forgive...
I mean that it is not...

a museum, nobody would say
that it is a marvel

but here there is a soul,
the whole house has a soul

Balzac, Baudelaire,
Corneille, Discard, Hugo

how many geniuses,
and only arrive to the H!

Neither Moliére, neither Racine,
neither Rabelais, neither Pascal, neither Stendhal,

Voltaire or Montaigne,
or all the other ones

The Englishmen think alone in Shakespeare

the Italians in Dante,
the Spaniards in Cervantes

and us in Goethe,
then it is necessary to look for.

But if one speaks of France,
at once Moliere arises

Racine, Hugo, Voltaire,
Rabelais, or which another?

They are a crowd,
it is not tasted like the one who to mention first

But in music we are us.
Bach, Haendel

Beethoven, Wagner, Mozart,
which is the first one?

No, we were not born for the war.

It will be the last one, not
we will fight more. We will marry.

If, if.

It will be the most beautiful marriage in the world.

I wish them good night.

I will warm, it follows your.

She/he never made allusion to that encounter

When we enter to Sainte I was happy.
They received us well.

It was very happy,
I thought: "This will be easy."

But then I saw that it was not this way,
it was pure cowardice

and I feared for France,
I thought: " Has she/he become this way?"

No, not. I saw it at once.

And now I love to see their severe face.

I love to have found here

a worthy man
and a silent young lady

It will be necessary to conquer that silence

That silence of France.
I like that

And one night

If, it is better this way.
Better.

That makes solid unions,
in those that each one wins in greatness

I read a beautiful story for children

You will also have made it

I don't know if the title
it is the same one in both countries

In my country it is
"You give Tier und you give Schöne"

"The beast and the beautiful one"
Poor beautiful!

The beast has it to her grace,
impotent and prisoner

it imposes him at all times
their implacable presence

the beautiful one is proud,
worthy, she/he has become hard

the beast is worth more than what seems

If, it is something ordinary,
clumsy, brutal, silly

beside the beautiful one,
so fine, but she/he has heart

a soul that aspires to rise,
if the beautiful one wanted.

The beautiful one took a lot in wanting

and she/he discovered in the eyes
of the hated jailer a light

a reflection in the one that
it was read the prayer and the love

then it felt less
the chains of their prison

She/he stops to hate. Their perseverance
it moves it and it spreads the hand

the beast transforms,
she/he becomes a gentleman

very beautiful and very pure,
delicate and well educated

to the one that each kiss of the beautiful one
she/he adorns of qualities

their union determines a sublime happiness

their children that add
and the gifts of their parents mix

they are the most beautiful in the world

Don't they like that story?
I always liked it to my

She/he reread it unceasingly,
she/he made me cry

She/he loved the beast mainly,
she/he understood their pain

today it still moves me to speak of her

I wish them good night.

One night I ascended to my room
to look for tobacco

and I listened the song of the harmonium

They were the preludes and flights that my
niece studied before the defeat

The notebook had been open,
my niece had not played more

To hear it caused in my pleasure and surprise

What interior necessity
had it impelled it?

But not, she/he had not abandoned
neither their armchair, neither their task.

There is not nothing else big that this,
and big it is not the word.

Outside of the man,
outside of their meat,

that makes us understand,
to guess?, no...

Better,
to foresee what is the nature

the divine nature,
of the human soul,

If, it is an inhuman music

Bach, it could only be German.

Our earth
she/he has that character of inhuman

pale,
to the man's measure

I love this music,
I admit it

it is in my as,
the presence of God...

But it is not mine,
I want to make music to the man's measure

That is also a road
to reach the truth

It is my road,
it could not follow another

Now I know it,
sure, I know it.

From when?
Since I live here.

Now I need France,
but I request a lot,

I ask him to receive me.
I won't live in her as a stranger

a traveler or a conqueror.

In that case, she/he doesn't give anything,
anything can not be removed

their wealth, their great wealth
you can not conquer

it is necessary to drink it in their breast

she/he should offer it
with a maternal movement

I know that it depends on us,
but also of her

she/he should accept to understand
our thirst, satiating her

it should accept
to unite with us

I will have to live a lot of time
here, in a house like this

as the son of a town,
resemblance to this

it will be necessary...

I will conquer the obstacles,
for that it serves the sincerity

I wish them good night

I can not remember all that she/he said

during a hundred o'clock veiled of winter

but the topics didn't vary a lot

their rhapsody of the discovery of France,
the distant love

that it felt for her before knowing it
and the love that grew

to newspaper since she/he lived in her

The truth, admired him,
she/he didn't loose heart and never

she/he tried to shake that implacable silence.

with violence in the language.
On the contrary,

when the silence
it invaded the room

and it saturated him
as a heavy and unbreathable gas

it was the one that more comfortable
she/he felt of the three

my niece looked with approval,
smiling and serious

that it had been his,
from the first day.

I felt my niece's soul
to become agitated in the prison

that herself was built

she/he noticed it in certain signs,
in a slight tremor of their fingers

and when Werner
it dissipated that silence

smoothly,
for the filter of their voice zumbona,

we seemed to be able to breathe
plus freely

The house where nací
estaba in the forest

I went to the school of the town,
I didn't leave it until going to Munich

for the exams
and to Salzburgo for the music

from then on I lived there,
it hated the big cities

I met London, Vienna, Rome
and Warsaw and the big ones

German cities naturally.

I don't like them to live,
only Praga that has more soul.

And mainly Nuremberg,
it is the city that dilates the heart.

a German finds in her
their ghosts,

the memory of the nobility
of the old Germany

I believe that the French
they should feel the same thing in Chartres

the presence of their ancestors,
the grace of the soul.

the splendor of their faith and their kindness.

The destination led me to Chartres

Attention!
950 meters! 10 more!

Fire!

And it is true, so many things
moved in the soul of a German

even the best of those which
she/he wanted that cures him.

In the neighboring castle to house
there is a very beautiful and sweet youth

my father had liked it
that I married her

when she/he almost died we were boyfriends,
she/he allowed to stroll alone

One day, being in the forest...

I am so happy Werner!
How sacred it is this creation of God!

I am also happy.

Damned animal!
It chopped me!

Look! I caught it!

Now I will punish him.
I will pull up him a paw after another.

For luck, she/he had other festejantes...

I didn't have remorses.

But I was always afraid
to the German girls

They are this way our politicians,
for that reason never I united to them

to weigh that my friends told me:
Come with us!

But not,
I preferred to stay in my house

It was not very good for the Music,
but I didn't care it

the success is not anything,
a calm conscience is a lot

I believe that my friends
and our Führer has ideal noblemen

but they would pull up the paws
of the mosquitos some after others

that passes the Germans
when they are alone

that always revives and she/he has
more alone than those of the same one

party when they are the masters

but they are no longer alone,
they are in France,

this will cure them. They know it,
they know that France will teach them

to truly be
big and pure

for that she/he makes love,
shared love.

I wish them good night

They arrived the spring days

the official returned to the decline

Decisions will be made
historical of an unique reach

One night it lowered with a book

Their face was illuminated
with that smile that foresees

the neighbor's pleasure. She/he said:

Forgive that it bothers them,
but I lowered this for you

It is a page of Macbeth
What greatness!

It is the end, the might of Macbeth
she/he is escaped from the fingers.

with the fidelity of those that measure
finally their black ambition.

The gentlemen that defend
the honor of Scotland

they wait their fall, one of them
it points out the symptoms of the hecatomb.

it feels that their secret crimes
they are hit to their hands

The heart men, indignant,
they reproach him their bad faith.

Those that sends,
they obey for fear, and not for love

And you see their title
hanging around to its

as the suit of a giant
on the hands that she/he stole

It is not what perturbs
the nights of your present

I pity that man
although I reject him

as you they make it
and those that obey

"they make it for fear and not for love"

A boss that is not loved,
she/he is a miserable puppet

but could another thing be wanted?

Alone a dark one ambitious
it would have accepted that

it was I specify somebody,
that she/he accepted to sell to their homeland

because today, neither in a lot
time France, it can not fall

in our open arms,
without losing the dignity

sometimes, the most sordid celestina

it is the base of a happy wedding

the celestina
it is not for anything worthless

neither the less happy union.

The train of Paris.

I should warn to my hosts
that I will leave two weeks

I am glad to go to Paris,
I have permission and I will pass it there,

for the first time.
It is a great day for my.

The biggest,
awaiting other,

that I want with all my soul,
and that it will be even bigger.

I will know how to wait for it.
Years... if it is necessary.

My heart has a lot of patience

I suppose that in Paris,
I will see my friends.

Many business
with the political men of here

preparing the wonderful union
of both towns

This way, I will be witness of that wedding.

I am happy for France,
their wounds will heal this way quick.

But I am happy
even more for Germany and for my.

Nobody will take advantage of this good action
as much as she/he will make Germany

returning to France
their greatness and freedom.

I wish them good night.

THE FRENCH ARMY
EMBARKED IN BOULOGNE

ENGLAND THREATENS.
A THIRD Coalition

It is ALREADY IN THE CONTINENT.
THE FRENCH

They FLY FROM THE OCEAN TO THE DANUBE.
BAVIERA is LIBERATED

GOD AND THE KING Send ME
To EXPEL THEM OF ALL FRANCE

When it returned we didn't see it.
We didn't know reason.

The presence of a guest
it is revealed by diverse signs

Although it is invisible.
During many days, more than one week

We didn't see it. I admit that that
absence didn't leave alone me

She/he thought of him, and non sé
si it felt to weigh or restlessness for it.

My niece and me,
we didn't make any comment

When we sometimes heard up
the unequal steps

to weigh that she/he guessed in her
for their attitude and their face

with the obstinate expression
and it attempts that their thought

she/he didn't walk far from mine.

One day I had to go to the Command
for a declaration of rubbers.

Happen.

BY A FREE EUROPE.

What does she/he want?
If, Boss.

Make 5 copies and send a...
and one send to each unit

Of agreement, my Lieutenant

I didn't count anything to my niece,
but the woman has intuition

Along the veiled one,
she/he didn't stop to lift the eyes

to look at myself to every minute
trying to read something

in my face that I made an effort
to maintain it impassive.

smoking my pipe.

Finally,
she/he allowed to fall their hands like tired

and folding the fabric
she/he requested me permission to go to bed

She/he kissed me, I believed to read in their
beautiful gray eyes a reproach

and a deep sadness.
After their departure,

I felt an absurd rage.

The rage of being absurd
and to have an absurd niece

What was all this idiocy?
She/he was not able to mantenemerlo.

If it was an idiocy,
she/he seemed to have deep roots

They were later 3 days,
hardly emptied our cups

we hear without place to doubts
that they approached the family steps

I remembered that first night
of winter where those steps

6 months they were heard behind.
I thought Today it rains."

My niece had a silk shawl
on the shoulders

and I warmed the fingers
in the hornillo of my pipe

although we were in summer.

I looked like each other to see
to the man behind the door

preparation to hit,
retarding the moment

in that for their expression of hitting,
it would commit the future

Finally, it hit.

I don't say with hesitation neither with
the abruptness of the conquered shyness

they were 3 sure and slow blows.

Dice with that calm
of somebody resolved to everything

I hoped the door opened up,
but she/he didn't open up

An indescribable agitation invaded me.

She/he will leave.

Which they were that night,
the commandments of the dignity?

Among, Mr.

That day I knew that a hand
she/he can for a correct observer

to reflect the emotions
the same as the face

until better than him,
since it escapes better to the control.

I should tell them something serious

What I said these 6 months,
all that the walls heard,

it is necessary to forget it.

How much light!

I saw those victorious men.
I spoke to them. They laughed at my.

It was so happy
of having gone to Paris!

Treblinka? Perfect. And what?

What does Treblinka mean?
Anything. Already anything.

How anything?
No. She/he leaves that.

That is not for the weak characters.

They execute mass
in cameras of gas

built for such an end,
with suffocating gases

and crematory ovens.
The yield today in day

it belongs to 500 people.
But the methods are perfected.

And in 2 months they will be been able to liquidate
2000 people per day.

It begins the spring.
Begin the spring!

These cameras of gas
do they work at the present time?

No. Treblinka no longer uses it.
She/he ended. To retirement.

There is no longer the one who to execute.

I am surprised their point of view.

She/he doesn't realize
that we deceive them?

She/he believes that we are as silly as
to let that France rises?

We are not musicians. The politics
it is not any idolatry.

For what reason did we make this war?

To please the marshal?

We are not crazy,
neither we are imbecile.

We can destroy France
and we will make it.

We will destroy their force and their soul

there the great danger is.
That is our task,

don't make you illusions.
We will keep the smile

we will be soft,
but we will make that France

be an obedient dog.

You are influenced
for your love to France

It is dangerous. We don't go
to cure Europe of that pest.

We will expel the poison.
We will praise their writers

We already take cautions.

Any French book
she/he will enter in Belgium and Holland

neither in any busy country,
except for publications

on ballistics
or cement production.

You work cultural, none.

We will pull up to the beast,
their poisonous teeth

they begin to be afraid,
they tremble for their money

for their stomach,
for their industry and their trade

that is their only restlessness.

Clear, there are exceptions, but to those
we will tranquilize them flattering them.

Anything is simpler.

for a plate of lentils

do they know what they are making?
Do they measure the reach?

Do you believe that we will doubt?
We are of another species.

but the shipwreck of France,
it will be eternal.

It is a matter of life or death.

To conquer coarse the force,
but it is not enough.

We know that the army
it doesn't reach to reign.

But not to expense of the spirit,
not to that price!

The spirit already other vi?
the spirit is immortal.

We will create a Reich for a thousand years

and the first thing is to destroy,
it is our right and our duty.

Wait here.

A box of matches,
please, Sra,

There are not hopes.
There are not hopes.

Anything. Anything.
Nobody.

Not alone the modern ones,
the Peguy, the Proust, the Bergson.

The other ones. All the other ones.
All.

They will turn off the flame of everything.

Europe won't be illuminated by that light.

One of them was my friend.
She/he was my brother.

We study together.
We lived in the same room in Stuttgart

3 months we pass together in Nuremberg.

She/he played him my music,
she/he read me their poems.

It was sensitive and romantic.
But she/he abandoned me.

And she/he left to read their poems to Munich.

Before other partners. She/he wrote
requesting me that it was with him.

I did it in Paris with their friends.

I saw that they made with him.

It was rabid.
It mixed the rage with the laugh.

I looked at myself inflamed and she/he screamed:

It is necessary to empty
the poison of the beast!

I said:
Do they realize that they make?

She/he looked at it in the deep thing
of their clear eyes.

It was I am honest.
That is the terrible thing.

They will make what they say.
With method and perseverance

I know those beasts!

Their lips you entreabieron,
I believed that it would throw us

an exhortation for
to induce us to the rebellion.

But it didn't pronounce neither
a single word on that.

They told me:
"It is our right and our duty"

Our duty...

Blissful the one that finds with so
simple certainty the one on the way to their duty

In the crossroad, they tell us:
take that road!

But that road doesn't go
toward the luminous heights

it lowers toward a sinister valley,

she/he collapses in the fetid ones
darkness of a forest.

God!
Show me where my duty is!

Is the duty maybe to accept a crime?

I made be worth my rights.
I asked to go to the front.

That favor was granted me.
They authorized me to leave tomorrow.

And I will return to the combat, as hell.

I wish them good night. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

I hardly heard that word, but I heard it.

von Ebrennach also heard it.

Lower my things.

ALIVE THE SOLDIER THAT
DISOBEY A CRIMINAL ORDER!

All clever one is.

Well. I already go.

My niece me preparó
el eats lunch as always

it served me in silence,
we drank in silence.

A pale sun shone
through the fog

I found that it was very cold.

October 1941

This book, published thanks to a patriot

she/he finished printing under the Nazi occupation

February 20 1942.

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