FRAGMENTS OF A FILM MADE IN 1964
IN BLACK AND WHITE
I don't know.
You don't know if you love me?
Why do you keep talking?
It's so nice like this.
What's that there?
Oh, that was when I was little.
Once by the seaside...
I fell over.
Really, you can't go very far in love.
- How do you mean... I don't understand. - Yes, you kiss someone, you caress...
them, but really you remain outside. It's like a house you never go into.
But you can melt into somebody if you love them.
Yes, but you are inside people at other times.
when you're not thinking, when it doesn't matter.
I love you.
You should do like they do in Italian films. Have you seen any?
The women don't shave under their arms.
I prefer American films, Hollywood ones...
- They're prettier. - Yes, but they arouse one less.
- You've got nice eyebrows. - Do you think so?
Do you know that in Japan it's the most important thing?
Why don't you like me to look at you?
I'd like to have a child by you.
I've got one already.
- You told me it was by another marriage. - Yes.
Was you husband married long?
No his wife left him after two months.
She went off with the manager of a casino in Djibouti.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Long, long ago.
When are we going to live together? It's been three months now.
I told you, not until Im divorced.
Things don't move so quickly.
- You've spoken to him? - Yes.
I love your teeth.
Take it off.
No.
Yes.
- I'm cold. - Let me look at you.
- I love you. - So do I.
Do you love me?
Yes.
Oh, yes.
General mobilization on the roads of France.
12 million French already left the towns,
fascinated by the sea and the sun.
Two hundred thousand police were appointed by the authorities...
for the task of controlling this massive exodus.
At 2.30...
23 people were already killed, and 132 injured.
So far, these are the total casualties for the public holiday,
which the traffic experts have already predicted...
will have a particularly high accident rate.
Who's that? Moliere?
Yes.
In 1694 Bossuet published his Maxims and Reflections on the Theatre:
I believe it's been sufficiently proved that the representation of agreeable passions
on the stage inclines the viewer to sin, if only by employing images to arouse lust.
Moliere replied that the theatre helped to prevent sin,
by purifying love.
When he was at last alone with Mrs. Moliere who couldn't prevent herself
from crying, he looked at her a long time without speaking.
His rather too large blue eyes, which were always extremely benign in expression,
had something in them as a gentle reproach.
He looked like a small boy who was made to suffer and cannot understand why.
Nevertheless, the real child was the kneeling young woman,
who had such an innocent air, and who could not do much harm.
Well, princess, how do you do?
- I must get dressed. - We've plenty of time, Charlotte.
No.
And besides, I don't want to now.
Are you going home this evening?
No but the maid has the day off and I have to fetch our kid from school.
- Well, how do you like the apartment? - Let me just have a look.
Was it expensive?
1300 francs with the furniture.
I think that's a lot of money not to be kicked out.
You know, you can get on to the roof as well.
How do you do that? Out here?
At the end of the corridor, there's a little staircase.
Charlotte, what the hell are you up to?
You must be nuts going out like that!
- Why? Don't you know Fantomas? - Come back at once!
- I thought you liked me nude? - Don't put words into my mouth.
Listen, I've got my husband all day, I don't want the same thing with you.
Get dressed and stop talking about him all the time!
- I'm not, you are. - You're right. Sorry.
And who are those two on the mirror?
It's Dullin and Louis Jouvet.
And from behind... Is that love too?
No that's vice. But it doesn't matter.
Each time you use my razor, you never clean it afterwards.
Don't keep telling me I'm a slut.
- I never said that. - Help me, I can't do it.
Not my fault I have to rush off. On Tuesday it was you.
I was going to rehearsals at the Sarah Bernhardt.
You don't believe me when I tell you I'll fetch the kid from school.
I believe you.
- Ouch! Careful! - Wait...
What ever is that?
It's a French invention,
perfected by Swiss specialists.
It makes one stand straight.
The mechanism is regulated in such a way that...
the slightest pressure exerted on it...
by an incorrect posture...
sets off an alarm signal.
Sounds good. Can I have it?
THE INTIMATE DESIRES WE DON'T DARE TO ADMIT.
Yes, I have others. It's from a Lyons businessman I know.
I get to know many people in the theatre.
He asked me to demonstrate it once in a while.
Isn't there a smaller one?
Yes, but this is the deluxe model.
May I keep it?
It's worth 7000 francs.
I'll give it tomorrow.
If it makes you walk straight, won't it develop my breasts?
Oh yes.
Now, where did I put my stockings?
Kisses, caresses.
We stay silent.
It was summer.
Perhaps he's forgotten.
Jealousy.
When does he come back?
What a pretty dress.
I'll tell you.
It's dangerous.
But you're not listening.
Freedom.
Pleasure.
To see nothing.
Why this question?
I was afraid to be late.
Life in general.
What are you thinking?
You know...
You ought to talk to him again.
He doesn't believe you.
When does he get back?
I want what you want.
You know that.
Well,
do it then.
Charlotte, what's this?
- It's a Volkswagen turning to the right. - Not before Saturday...
or perhaps Friday. If he comes back on Friday...
In other words, three more days.
If you loved me for 3 months, you must be able to wait another 3 days!
- Too much powder. - I do as I like.
Women live only for men, yet they do nothing for them.
Well, I really must go.
- Where have you parked? - In front of the tobacconist.
You can't park there. Aren't you afraid of being caught?
There's always a way round it.
Pierre says it's impossible.
Oh yes, there's always a way of buying off the police.
In the middle of the corridor,
...hope.
The image of a young girl.
Who am I?
I've never known exactly.
The verb to follow,
...other reasons.
I was once.
Not here, a year ago.
Only once, wasn't it?
It's his fault.
Always dream and then reality.
A bitter satisfaction.
I shall come back tomorrow.
Friday or Saturday.
He was afraid of me.
I know he loves me.
It's difficult.
I'm on holiday.
As the days go by.
We met by chance.
Happiness. I don't know.
Are you ashamed to be seen with me?
No, why Robert?
Well, sit up.
I'm very comfortable like this.
Anyway, it's the ideal position when you're at the cinema.
What are you doing this evening?
This evening, well...
I'll do the dishes, and then I must tidy up the cupboards.
Once Nicholas is in bed, I don't know. I'll watch TV.
We've got a super TV.
The technique of refrigeration in the service of aviation. Tele-Avia.
I'll phone you, if you like?
No.
You always start to cry on the phone. I don't want you to.
Paris is crying as much as it was raining,
Will he please as much as it was raining?
Which way are you going?
By La Nation.
That's great, then you can drop me at the Printemps.
We don't pass there.
There's a Printemps-Nation now, didn't you know?
They've got a fantastic bras.
- I'll come with you if you like. - No, don't bother.
- It's no bother. I've nothing to do before 5. - No. I said no.
- Have you never been married before? - No, not many times.
Why are you always asking me that?
I wonder...
you'll stick a private detective on me if I deceive you when we marry?
If all the men you know are jerks, no reason to think I'm one too.
Lost illusions.
When I was in high school,
it didn't matter.
- I'll see you tomorrow at the cinema. - Yes!
Yes?
Yes, yes. Yes!
Taxi!
- Stop here please! - We're not at Champs-Elysées yet.
- That doesn't matter. Stop! - Here?
Yes, yes!
When I was still a secretary,
you called him.
I can't tell a lie.
No, it's impossible.
Yes, tomorrow, by the Madeleine,
sometimes in the cinema.
I find that disagreeable.
I like that.
Let me kiss you.
In any case...
Hello, Nicholas.
- Hello, darling. - Hello.
- Aren't you going to kiss me? - Yes.
- What's the matter? Are you sulking? - Not at all.
We went to Berlin and made a big detour.
- Mr. Leenhardt. My wife. - How do you do, Madame?
- That's your little boy? - Yes.
I was told you made a big detour.
Because I asked him to come with me to Auschwitz for a session of the trial.
- Have you heard of Auschwitz? - Oh, yes. Thalidomide?
Well, not exactly. It's an old story...
Ah yes, Hitler!
Recently in Germany, I said to someone...
they were to kill all the Jews and all the hairdressers.
He replied: "Why hairdressers?
Well, why the hairdressers?
Have you got a car?
- I thought of getting a taxi. - Certainly not.
- You'll come in with us. - Then, I can't refuse.
Thanks.
Did you missed me?
Yes, a lot.
I missed you.
Is that true. Pierre?
Why do you always ask such silly questions?
- You're okay? - Okay.
Did you finally get your driving license?
No.
Well, I hope you didn't hitch any rides.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing.
No letters. I never know where you are.
I never know where I'm going.
What have you done today?
Today? Mmm, let me see...
I helped Raymonde do the dishes.
Then I tidied the cupboards.
What else have I done?
I phoned Jeanette at the paper.
Then I went to fetch Nicholas.
- Do you want a dollar? - Oh, yes.
Join us with the dinner?
I'll have to call at the hotel first. That's very kind of you.
Did you think about me?
Pierre, do you know what that is?
- A Volkswagen turning to the right. - You knew?
No, I thought it out.
- Hurry up. Come on. - You needn't have invited him.
Why not? He's very intelligent.
I didn't say he wasn't intelligent. I said you needn't have invited him.
You needn't have told Madame Celine to go to the cinema.
You need only find another maid.
You need only buy the Figaro.
You need only go out instead of me.
Okay, I'll go.
Should I buy leeks?
On Radio Luxemburg they say that they lower the cholesterol in blood.
Right. Leeks.
- Oh, new panties. Nicer than the others. - Just the same.
Oh no. The others looked like American army surplus.
It's the American army now. It used to be the Russians.
That actor who was after you. Have you seen him again?
Why do you ask me that? You know well that it's over, It didn't mean anything.
I ask you about it because I love you Charlotte.
- Oh, please! - Why not?
Not now.
Kiss me.
You must know since you've had me followed by detectives.
That was three months ago. You know that very well.
Even if I had deceived you, you had no right.
It proves you didn't trust me.
Yes, true. You're right.
Goodnight, Nicholas.
Oh, daddy. You know when I grow up,
I will go to Australia, to America...
- to England, to Scotland. - You're right. Go to sleep now.
Goodnight, Nicholas.
Goodnight. Where are you going this evening?
We're going to have dinner with papa's friend, then we'll go to bed.
- Sleep well. - I will.
How to have a fashionable bust.
Measure yourself with a tape-measure,
and compare the results with the ideal of a beautiful bust.
There's an ideal bust measurement...
Compare the ideal figure,
with that of the Venus de Milo...
from the nipple in a horizontal line passing a centimeter...
below the middle of your arm.
Stretch the tape-measure from your armpit to the hollow of your elbow.
Take off a centimeter, divide in two...
Madame Celine, go and get us some leeks.
- But I wanted to go to the cinema. - Get us some leeks.
That's what your breast measurement should be, according to your height.
Measure the distance from the base of your neck,
to the tip of your right breast...
That should be 20 centimeters.
Trace a second imaginary line from the base of your neck...
to the tip of your left breast.
An imaginary line...
20 centimeters.
Measure the distance between the tips of your two breasts. 20 centimeters.
These three measurements should form an equilateral triangle.
Pierre, what does 'equilateral' mean?
I don't know.
Brown or green?
Green.
- I'll put it in the bedroom. - Okay.
I told you not to use my Philips, you used it to shave your legs and thighs.
It wasn't me. It was Nicholas playing with it.
Not true! It was mummy!
- You see, you're lying. - Why should I? It's a nasty thing.
- You do sometimes, and I've become suspicious.
You've no right to say that.
You know very well what I'm talking about.
It doesn't seem as though you've forgiven me.
It wasn't very hard. Anyway I owed you a slap.
Not at all. I was a slap ahead. Now we're back to scratch again.
- Come here. - No!
- I won't hurt you. - Not now, he's waiting for us.
Where do you begin
Where does the image I have of you end?
How do I distinguish between the reality and the desire I have for it?
You need only know what is behind my eyes.
What is behind your eyes?
Each time you come back from a trip, you ask me complicated questions.
But I love you...
and perhaps love itself is complicated.
I love you too, Pierre.
Often not in the way you think, but it's sincere.
We've got to go.
I didn't imagine your flats would be like this.
It's unexpected, this setting, only twenty minutes from Paris.
Places do exist which haven't been touched by our time.
Living away from the noise of the capital is a dream.
Provided you breath in the rhythm with the nature...
as it was formed by past ages.
Money cannot replace time when it comes to trees and plants.
It's the 'escape' flat,
an expression of the intent to build for man on the same scale as man.
You'll notice that houses are spread around three parks,
which slope down gently towards the Seine,
facing the magnificent Marly forest.
It's very well suited to human needs, isn't it?
We experience exceptional moments here every day.
Eight windows opening onto lawns,
and a walk in one's garden in the evening.
That's really the life people were meant to live.
Everything here is of the highest quality.
From outside, you'll notice the elegant façade of the building,
a mixture of blocks of stone, mosaic and varnished mahogany.
Then I'll show you the bathroom.
In it can be found not only thermostatically controlled mixer-taps,
but also a dressing table any woman would be happy to linger.
- One of two lumps of sugar? - None, please.
Have you seen my new TV?
No, ah! A Tele-Avia.
The technique of aviation in the service of television.
Do you know I flew from Düsseldorf to Rheims...
with the automatic pilot?
- The new one? - Yes.
What use are you if it's automatic?
At any rate, it has a better memory than I have.
It's fantastic when you think that first thing we teach a machine is memory.
To record the past.
The past isn't worth the trouble. The present is the important thing.
MEMORY
No, for me...
memory is one of the most important things.
But it's so incredible, when I was in Germany,
I was at the Auschwitz trial for a few days.
Well,
there were people accused of, I don't know,
having killed thousands of people.
And they didn't remember a thing.
Well, perhaps that was because, I don't know, perhaps...
it was a defense mechanism,
but with some of them one had the impression that they had just forgotten.
Speaking of memory,
remember when I was in Italy with Mr. Rossellini?
Well,
he told me a story.
For him, it was really the funniest story out.
One day on the Champs-Elysees,
he saw a procession of deported people.
You know,
men who had dressed up in their...
old camp uniforms, striped pajamas.
This was ten years later.
Obviously they weren't as thin as skeletons like when...
they came out of Dachau,
or Mauthausen.
They had been eating, making money,
living a normal life, they'd put on weight.
It just didn't look right on them.
Mr. Rossellini thought it was really funny because those men...
remembered all wrong. They didn't remember that they had changed.
Me,
I can't forget, no matter what.
I remember everything.
I can remember my first flight,
or my holidays in Britain.
The first time I met you, remember?
I can remember everything, even how I was dressed.
Of course, there are things I'd like to remember, but...
Memory, all that, is no good. I prefer present.
It's more...
present is more exiting.
I like music. I like the things that perish,
- I like flowers, I like... - That makes me think.
Love...
Love. You have to live it. You have to live in the present,
Because if there is no present,
it can't live, it dies.
The most important thing for me...
is to understand what's happening,
Well, to understand what goes on,
and to try to...
compare it to...
everything that I've known, that I've seen in the others...
It's difficult, difficult in the present. That's why I like it, because,
during the present, I have no time to reflect, I can't think.
Pardon?
No, I can't understand.
I can't understand the present,
it's stronger than me.
Of course, the thing I love, that which fascinates me,
is this...
is this element that escapes me, that I can't control in the present.
That's what I like about it.
I'd like to control it. Because I can't help thinking and I'm not an animal.
Sometimes, I'm sorry I'm not, I like animals.
They're so natural, their movements... they're always beautiful.
But we're supposed to understand...
Well, am I happy?
No, I'm not happy because,
because,
precisely because I have no life in the present.
Because,
I'm quite clear in myself,
I'm not surprised by anything that happens to me.
Yes, yes, they're lots of things I'm ashamed of.
Precisely because,
when they happened,
I wasn't...
I wasn't able to prepare myself.
And I was ashamed afterwards.
I was ashamed because I couldn't realize that I shouldn't have done it.
But while it was happening, no. Not during the present.
Because in the present,
I can't, it escapes me...
I don't know what's happening.
The present keeps one from going mad.
INTELLIGENCE
It's curious how certain words...
that had no importance when you first heard them take on...
after a certain time, an almost central significance. I'm thinking of...
something a friend of mine said to me...
25 years ago, in 1940,
during the collapse, in Vichy.
He was a man of great courage,
witty, one of the first to join the Resistance.
But before taking sides, he wanted to come to Vichy to see for himself.
"You see" he told me,
"I am a man who likes to understand before I affirm."
This man, who had a beautiful name, Emmanuel,
was not like me at all. But his aphorism,
has become a sort of personal motto to me, which I say as a joke,
but which, I believe, is the most serious definition of intelligence.
Intelligence is to understand before affirming.
It means one seeks to go beyond an idea,
to find its limits, to find its opposite, consequently to understand others.
To seek out a little path between "for" and "against", oneself and the others.
I know, not everybody finds this morality of the intellect...
sympathetic, especially not today;
when people like primary colors and find it grey to hunt for the nuances between...
black and white, but I must confess, it's the fanatics, the dogmatists...
who are the boring ones, one always knows in advance what they will say,
On the contrary, people who are not so much skeptical...
as fond of paradoxes are amusing, and the essence of paradox is...
to look for the opposite in the face of what seems a self-evident idea.
And then today, we also need the word "compromize",
one of the most beautiful and courageous of intellectual acts.
It has become a pejorative word, meaning lack of conviction.
But for myself, I am going to carry on...
thinking that one has to seek for a synthesis, and I'll continue to say...
that the world's not that simple, nor totally absurd.
It's precisely the role of intelligence to seek to what degree one can put...
a bit of reason into this absurdity.
Do you know Madame, that despite your light brown hair, you reminded...
me of a beautiful redhead. 'La Jolie Rousse' is a poem by Apollinaire.
'Sun, the time has come for the flaming reason'
Well, that flaming reason the poet is looking for,
when it appears, takes the form of a beautiful redhead.
That's what can be seen on a woman's face,
the presence of intellectual awareness that gives her a different beauty.
Feminine beauty becomes something all-powerful, and it's for that reason
I believe, that all the great ideas in French are in the feminine gender.
That there are statues called 'La Vertu', 'La Republique', 'La France'.
I see it's ridiculous to make this little speech on philosophy this evening,
but I do ask you to believe, firstly, that it is sincere, and second,
not because I'm growing old that I make this declaration of intellectual prudence.
On the contrary, when I was 20, I was more open to others,
and it's now that at 60, one wants to give one's intellect a holiday sometimes,
that humanism becomes a heavy burden and one desires to do foolish things.
I don't know I'll manage to do it, but we should love wise young people...
and mad old ones.
CHILDHOOD
For the job. First, you think about it.
Second, you calculate. Third, you warn everybody.
Fourth, you do it. Fifth,
you buy the paint. Sixth,
you check everything. Seventh, you paint it.
Eighth, you recheck everything.
Ninth, you add the finishing touches.
Tenth, you set it in motion.
What are this records?
A chap at West Berlin gave them for one of his friends in N.A.T.O. here.
- I'd like to hear that one. - No, they're not ours.
- Charlotte, no! - Listen, It doesn't hurt them.
Listen!
I'm thirsty.
- I want to put on another. - No, that's enough.
Yes!
I told you, they aren't ours. Put it down...
- or I'll rape you. - Stop it! Are you crazy?
- No, you're very beautiful. - No.
You'll run for your money!
- You're crazy! - I told you they weren't ours!
Who's that?
That? I don't know. It's classical music.
Can I put it on?
- Yes, if you're nice. - I will.
You know I don't like that.
Did you miss me?
I'm sorry...
in the darkness.
Why?
Gently...
It's too complicated...
I'm afraid. My love...
I'm sad.
The water is cold.
I shut my eyes.
Because...
Yes, I remember it.
Always like that.
He looked into my eyes.
Besides, it's not your fault.
There's one little thing.
I bought myself a new dress.
He doesn't talk.
A week afterwards. When we are dead.
With lassitude.
Our legs and my thighs.
It doesn't matter.
All these awful scenes.
Don't be like that.
I have loved you.
Weakness.
Truth.
I want to know.
I'll explain to you.
He left quickly.
On the contrary.
There.
I promised you.
Once again.
Like before.
To regret.
On that evening.
Nothing had ever...
Love...
Of infinite sadness,
Love is like the day.
It fades, fades away,
Love is like the day.
Of infinite tenderness,
Love is like the day.
It comes back, it comes back.
Love is like the day.
- Are we going on holiday this year? - That depends. I don't know yet.
Did I tell you, last Tuesday I met the guy who met you at the Club Mediterranee?
- A Canadian? - Yes.
Yes, he was a creep.
He was after you.
You knew that when I met you, you were the second, not the first.
You seem upset.
No, that's alright.
It's odd, men will allow for themselves which they won't allow for women.
It was a silly thing to do, to rape me and to slap me.
It's not the way to make me be nice to you.
I'm sorry.
You're always saying that, but you don't ever forgive yourself.
I do sometimes.
You can go fast in your plane...
- Emotions aren't like that. - I agree.
- Don't exaggerate. - I agree.
If I asked you what your faults were, what would you say?
Why? I'd rather tell you my qualities.
No.
It's your faults that I'm interested in.
Pride.
Impatience.
My love for you.
For me, it's laziness,
untruthfulness,
no, not so much laziness.
But I haven't any will power.
Take off your nightie.
No, I'll be cold.
You said that you'd be nice.
Why can't I peek at you any more?
What does "peek" exactly mean?
I don't know, "peak" maybe, the height of curiosity.
If it's high, then it must be precious.
You're sad all of a sudden.
Yes.
- Because of me? - No.
Because of people.
What do you mean?
I don't know. Everybody.
Everybody on the street.
I'd like to get to know them all...
That one, that one...
...that one.
That one may die tomorrow.
He's waiting for a telephone call before killing himself.
But no one calls,
so he kills himself.
We're all guilty.
I'll always be here.
What film was it in?
There was a sailor and a little girl...
He took her in his arms, and turned her around and around,
it was done very, very slowly.
Oh yes, in slow motion.
I don't know. It was beautiful.
How do they do that?
I don't know. Cinema is a mystery.
When are we going to have a child?
You've already got one.
But I'd like to have a child by you.
Have you been thinking about it long?
Ever since I've known you.
I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy...
I said you weren't to phone me at home.
At Marseilles! What will you do at Marseilles?
Berenice.
There's no cinema at Orly.
Alright, 4:45-5:00 o'clock at the cinema at Orly.
Seat no 12, okay.
I kiss you, too.
Hello, is that Dr. Deotot?
Good morning, doctor. This is Madame Giraud speaking.
I wanted to ask you, could I come at 3:30 instead of 3:00.
because I'm working today and I don't think I'll have finished by 3:00.
Good, thank you.
Have you got the results?
Thank you, doctor, see you this afternoon.
Not to be...
It's for you!
Tell them I've already gone out!
It's your husband.
What does he want?
He says he's waking you as he promised,
He wants to know if you're meeting him for lunch.
He says it'll be difficult, he only has half an hour.
Right, tell him I'll come and fetch him tonight and send him a kiss from me.
Madame, what does "equilateral" mean?
Raymonde, how many times have I told you not to touch my papers and things?
And how many times have I told you to call me Madame Celine, not by my name?
If Madame Leroy calls, tell her I'm going straight to the pool, I won't go to office.
Madame, what does "equilateral" mean?
Why?
Are you interested?
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And your husband, was he satisfied?
What a bout!
Oh yes, the blokes want to have it all night.
They shout, they bawl...
The dirty brutes...
So I lie with him on top of me,
he is so fat!
I'm in my favorite position.
He sweeps me down like whirlwind,
I feel a shock running through my body.
I want to get free.
I wriggle, I kick,
I crawl over my own wreckage.
My tits are pulverized.
I can't find a place to breathe.
I collapse under his kisses.
My ass...
Spasms...
I push my tongue down his throat...
as far it'll go, to stop him crying out.
I push my fingers in any hole I can.
I use all my energy,
but he's got me just the same.
So I let myself go, he goes wild.
His great swollen hands grab my arse from behind.
I want to tie him up so that he just stops jiggling.
Then, it's over.
Marvelous.
I'm just one solid mass of beauty.
Oh, love!
The only true joy in the world.
The only deliverance,
the only truth.
Oh, harmony!
DEATH ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN
To find harmony!
Like at the cinema.
The sky is blue.
Abolish the past.
Put on lipstick.
What are you thinking?
I'm hesitating.
The day after.
He didn't know.
In the clouds.
Get undressed.
If I were you, I wouldn't go.
The evening of the day after.
Tuesday afternoon.
Very rapidly.
For several days.
In January 1964.
I think it's fun.
It's alive.
Freed from that hope.
Nothing had changed.
One last time.
The new apartment.
The phone rings.
It's lovely weather.
Not to him, not to anyone.
Why should I?
We'll go where you like.
It had stopped raining.
We heard nothing.
One must choose.
At first I said nothing.
What's the matter?
Tenderness.
Obviously.
All imaginable suffering.
A face bathed in tears.
Stroking my hair.
I remained silent.
To look around one.
- Will you drop me at Trocadero? - Yes, after I make some phone calls.
Ok, I'll wait for you in the bar.
The sun, Uranus and Saturn will help you to decide about very important projects.
Be careful with someone who may feel betrayed and be jealous.
Adopt a passive attitude, the situation is complex and uncertain.
It's vital to overcome your anxiety or your dissatisfaction.
Do not let yourself give way to discouragement or depression.
Will you lend it to me?
Thanks.
- Have you seen this girl with a 'monokini'? - What's that?
Those swimming suits with no top, just braces... Look!
She must feel hot and cold all over!
- They are nice. Wouldn't you wear one? - No, never.
But why not wear it, if that's the fashion.
You've seen how they make that, too.
Yes, they also put flowers on the navel.
- Topless, just on the navel? - Yes, I've seen it.
Instead of a bra, they just put a scarf round their neck, as if, er,
as if it were the top of a swim suit. Super! Don't you think so?
You'll see, I'm sure in a few years everybody will be wearing them.
No, I don't think it's decent really.
- When is your vacation? - At the end of the month.
- Where are you going? - To Majorca.
Who with?
My parents can't go with me this year.
They gave me my freedom, I can go alone, but I'll go with Patrick.
With Patrick?
Yes, we're going by car, after he graduates he should be getting a car.
I'm going with my parents.
Parents are ok, but you can't go out in the evening.
I'll have my freedom and be out every night.
But I do go out during the day until ten o'clock at night.
But it's after 10 that all the fun starts.
But a boy is too much to put up with day and night.
There's a party at Rouch's this evening. Would you like to come?
No, I've to go to a friend's.
To the cinema?
No, to his house.
- Do you graduate next year? - Yes, sure.
- Which school do you go to? - Pontoise. You?
Moliere.
WHAT
EVERY
WOMEN
SHOULD
KNOW
SHE KNOWS IT
SHE DOESN'T KNOW
I sleep with a boy.
I don't know what to do.
He will embrace you.
He will caress you.
Switch off the light.
I shall have to undress.
He will be naked.
I will be naked.
In the darkness.
No time.
To stop thinking.
Atmosphere.
Always afraid.
He will see my breasts.
He said he had to work, so I went to the show alone.
And just as the news of the world started,
I saw my darling and my best friend walk in.
Though I was sitting there, they didn't see...
So they sat right down in front of me.
And when he kissed her lips, I almost died.
And in the middle of the color cartoon I began to cry.
Sad movies always make me cry.
I know but this evening I want to believe in my illusions and...
forget all about the details of this sinister affair.
So I got up and slowly walked on home.
Mama saw the tears and said "What's wrong?"
Don't be jealous. You can have the young, dynamic figure you envy in other women.
Wear Eloquence, the new bra creation by Jeunesse.
Not to tell her a lie, I just said 'Sad movies make me cry.'
How far a woman can go in love?
HOW
- The doctor is coming. - Thanks.
- Good day, Madame. - Good day, doctor. Well?
Your fears are now confirmed.
The results of the laboratory tests are positive.
You are 3 months pregnant.
You'll probably have your baby in May.
You don't seem completely delighted about this happy event.
Doctor, I'm worried,
frightened.
- Can you give me painless birth? - That is just a manner of speaking.
PLEASURE AND SCIENCE
Painless birth is a method of psychologically preparing...
the mind of the expectant mother...
for this important event,
which is often tainted by...
gruesome old-wives' tales...
in popular belief.
There's one question I've always wanted to asked you.
What do you think about methods of birth control?
Well, that's a most important question, most important.
One which is receiving a lot of attention at present.
It's a most obvious fact that in an age...
when we're at the point of sending rockets to the moon,
we still conceive, on the surface of this earth,
as our ancestors did in the Stone Age.
Quite often,
conception occurs against nature...
in the worst possible conditions.
In the case of animals and plants,
thanks to scientific developments,
we go about things in a different way.
We take the best specimens,
we plant under the most propitious conditions to obtain the best results.
When it comes to human race, we are doing the exact opposite.
It'll be necessary, sooner or later,
to control and direct...
human conception.
I've a problem.
I'm hesitating between two men,
and now that I'm pregnant,
I don't know which is the father.
Is physical pleasure a proof?
I really can't go along with you there.
In fact,
in certain specific cases,
we resort to,
for instance, artificial insemination.
In which case the patient,
experiences none of the physical pleasure you mention,
she simply receives an injection.
But...
pleasure and love, is that the same thing?
Pleasure and love are phys... two different things...
pleasure...
Is physical pleasure wrong?
Physical pleasure is not bad,
since it...
normally results in conception, which is desirable.
I'm afraid.
DREAMS
WHAT WILL BE
TAKE SIDES!
Even a peaceful countryside,
even a meadow with flights of crows, harvests and bonfires...
Even a road with cars, peasants and couples going along it...
Even a holiday village with a fair and a steeple can lead to a concentration camp.
Stuthof, Oranienburg, Auschwitz,
Neuengamme, Belsen, Ravensbruck, Dachau...
TAKE SIDES!
To find a solution.
Men are all the same.
Very blue eyes.
For the sake of appearances.
Modern life.
To forget everything.
MADAME, IF YOU LOVE YOUR HUSBAND
Why does one do what one does? Not to make sure that one is right,
but to make sure that one is wrong.
- How soon are you going? - In an hour.
- Are you insured? - Not for one hour.
An hour is long enough to have an accident and get killed.
It's ok to die in a plane crash. It's quick and you're not alone.
- What did you tell you'd act at Marseilles? - A play by Racine.
Yes, it's a modern death.
- When I'm divorced, will you marry me? - Of course I shall.
And if I've a child, will you adopt it even if it isn't yours?
Yes, it'll be mine. Why do you ask that?
We've discussed it a hundred times.
- I think you have a funny voice. - Who, me? Now?
No, all the time.
I have the average male voice of the jet-age.
You don't have normal, you have got a coward's voice!
- What's going on? - Oh, nothing.
I'm an idiot.
Why do I love you? I love you, you know...
- Are you getting undressed? - Yes, aren't you?
Only my trousers. My Caravelle leaves in half an hour.
What did you do last night?
Nothing. I watched TV.
- Brought 7000 francs for the gadget? - Yes.
Look, here they are.
I suddenly realized it's the first time we've been separated.
Yes, this is the first time, I mean...
- out of Paris. - Don't be sad.
Remember in the Bois de Boulogne?
You said you always keep your chin up in adversity.
Like that girl... What's she called?
You know, in the American novel.
- Scarlet O'hara? - Yes.
I'll be terribly unhappy. Five days without you.
What about you?
Me too, because I love you.
But in any case,
I shall find out...
THE THEATRE AND LOVE
I've often wondered, Robert...
who you really are.
That's a funny question.
I don't really know who I am.
I'm a fellow like the rest.
Like others, with faults like others...
- Tell me, you say you're an actor. - Yes.
Why?
What's an actor?
An actor is a man who gets on the stage, and who performs...
who attempts to interpret a role...
to draw, to create a character, to get outside oneself...
one's own feelings and ideas.
Isn't that so?
And at this moment? You're taking action in a certain situation?
Yes, at this moment...
I'm standing up for...
my job as an actor and...
my place as a man.
It's not so easy.
Not so easy.
How can you tell the difference between life and acting?
Oh, in my opinion, in life one isn't acting.
I don't feel at all as though I'm acting...
Some men seem to be acting all the time. You can tell...
But I don't think I do.
- I may be wrong. - In theatre, do you feel you exist?
Or are you just a vehicle?
Well, I think...
It's a difficult question to answer. I think it's a bit of both.
It's undeniable that one is a vehicle.
I'm a vehicle to some extent, but then...
If it's both, it's like this life.
- There's no difference between them? - Oh yes, there is!
You're asking me questions like that,
- and I'm saying what comes to my mind. - So at this moment, it is acting?
No, not at all.
The theatre is quite different,
There is text, the play. One attempts...
to bring alive something not personal to oneself,
Whereas now you ask questions and I'm trying to reply plainly.
But it's my own text. I'm acting a role which is my own,
which is quite different from acting a role in the theatre.
You can't say I'm acting because...
- When you make love, is that acting? - Oh, no, no.
No, not at all.
Absolutely, no.
You don't like it, then.
- It's not a pleasure for you. - Why?
- Because you like acting.
You can like acting, and you can like making love.
One doesn't exclude the other.
They are absolutely two different things.
- If you had to, which would you choose? - Making love.
Making love.
It's funny, I'm always afraid you're acting.
No! Look, I promise you.
You know I love you, and when I say I love you,
I'm completely sincere, and I really mean it.
But how can I know you're sincere, how can I know you're not acting?
But I've proved my love for you, they are concrete things...
which exists between us, and they are...
outside the question of acting.
What does 'love' mean to you?
- Love is what I feel for you. - No, think before you reply.
Love is...
I promise you that...
Think what it really means to you.
Really, love is...
that's what I feel, my feelings for you,
everything that exists inside me for you...
- That's love. Really love. - Don't talk about me. Talk about you.
But how can I?
Talking about love is talking about the relations between two people.
Love is... oneself in relation to another.
It's oneself in relation to... er... I don't know...
If I asked your good qualities, what would you say?
Qualities? Why not my faults?
- It's your good qualities I'm interested in. - Intelligence.
- Distrustfulness. - Is distrustfulness a quality?
- Yes. - Is that all?
Sincerity...
What about loving me?
That, too.
What would you say yours are?
Never to think twice about anything.
You know, Pierre rang me from Düsseldorf,
He's coming this evening.
Will you sleep with him?
I don't know, if he asks me,
perhaps...
What do you mean "perhaps"?
Could you kiss two girls at the same time, caress them?
I'd have to choose, too.
Spare me, Madame, unfortunate prince that I am,
And let us not give in to tears. Give me my cues.
Too late I tried to flee,
These cruel meetings that weren't meant for me.
It was my wish to bear you one last time,
- No more I bear, now I bid you goodbye. - So how can I put it finally?
I flee from the eyes turned to my direction but never see me.
Goodbye...
Go, my mind is too full of your image,
To wait for death while loving you...
Above all, do not fear.
Don't fear, that I'll be so blinded by grief, that I'll fill the world with the reason for it.
Madame...
The only thing to remind you I was alive,
Will be the report of my death, which I hope comes soon.
For ever, oh my lord, think deep in yourself,
How terrible this cruel world is, when one loves,
How can we bear...
for a year, for a day, my lord, the thousand seas that keeps you away,
When the day begins, and the day ends,
Will Titus be far from the sight of Berenice?
Are you crying?
No, I'm not.
What makes you say that?
You've got tears in your eyes.
Yes, I'm crying.
Over now? I must go.
Yes...
Yes, it's over.