The Lovers on the Bridge
it's Alex again!
Come on back, Alex! Come on!
Don't you talk to me like that!
Don't fuck with me!
The name's not Marie asshole!
It's Madame Jean.
Hey, peanut, what do I do I don't know
please come here, lieutenant.
How about picking up the empties?
Bottles and bodies!
Yeah, all bashed up. Come on, smartass.
Us, too.
Shit! We're fed up with helping you.
That's the third time you hit me!
The good lord's going to kill you.
That does it. Let's go.
See, Alex, it'll do you good to talk to me.
You got to try to talk.
You don't want to? You got to tell me something.
I'm going to take you down south.
I've got my wife and my two little girls there.
Laura and Muriel.
We'll be much happier there.
It'll be better than in Paris.
I got to go back to the bridge.
Look, I’m like you.
I've only got one life.
Right?
I want to live it.
I want to choose my life.
I'm going back to the bridge.
Listen, Alex...
think it over.
Take a minute to think it over.
A minute.
While it's too late.
City of Paris - restoration of the Pont-Neuf.
Paris' oldest bridge, in hazardous condition...
will be closed to vehicles and pedestrians.
Reopening: Summer 1991
Hans.
It's me.
I told you.
When you go nuts...
you come to me, not the bottle!
- What's that? - Nothing.
My ankle's healing.
Yeah, right.
I fell down.
Pass me my downer.
Did the cops pick you up?
Yeah.
- Been in the shelter? - Yeah.
Asshole.
Here, go to sleep.
Some guy is sleeping in your spot.
Can't figure how he got in.
Tomorrow, he's out of here!
You! Get up!
Get up!
Pick up your shit! Beat it!
Don't ever come back here! Ever!
Hey!
Miss!
Shit!
Is that me there?
That's me?
Yes.
From memory.
Where'd you see me?
I thought you were dead.
Will you give it to me?
No.
You really want it? Yes?
Pose for me, right now. And you got it.
A portrait.
Don't look at me.
Over there.
Julien... Julien...
that's not me.
My Michèle.
I'm so worried. Such worries, nightmares, apprehensions.
Where are you living and by what means?
Your portraits of Julien remain here.
I look at them each night and think of you.
Don't leave me without any news.
I love you. Your Marion.
It's really dark.
I passed out, huh?
Was I drawing?
Yeah.
Louisiana.
You brought me here?
Yeah.
The old guy, he doesn't want me to stay here?
No, it's ok.
Want to eat?
Raw fish...
like in Japan.
Is it fresh?
They call it "sushi".
"Wake up, little sushi, wake up!"
You have a name?
Alex.
One day, maybe I’ll draw you.
I got to be able to sleep more.
Sure it's ok here?
Yeah.
Thanks.
Tomorrow, she's out on her ass!
Here.
Fish again!
Where's saint-cloud?
Saint-cloud?
Way out west, in the rich suburbs.
Why're you asking?
No reason.
The girl... she's got to stay here.
- She's got to stay. - Out of the question!
A couple of days. She's sick.
I don't want her in my face!
Why?
I don't want her in my face! Get it?
Here, go to sleep.
No!
Oh, Alex. Alex!
Give me your hand.
The girl.
Just a couple of days.
No drink for her! Not a drop!
Make sure she's never in front of me.
Never.
Just a couple of days.
Just a couple.
Michèle and Julien or the love of a girl and a boy
Michèle?
Who's there?
What's it mean.
"First love"?
Julien...
the only one she loved.
"Love forever"
I don't get it.
"First love"
she drew him, over and over...
only him.
He played music for her...
only her.
Then something happened.
I don't get it.
Fights... it's sad.
Then...
he drops her.
She's waiting for him... so much...
that's why her eyes are so bad.
She can't forget him.
That's why she loves him.
That's why she's in the street.
Maybe looking for him?
You've done a good job!
I got to go to work.
Shit!
Here...
I bought it for you.
Oh. Thanks.
You can get the news without leaving the bridge.
I got to go to work.
...city moves into high gear for the 1789 bicentennial...
this is my spot!
If I see you again in the subway, I’ll bust your instrument!
Beat it!
Hi.
Did you see the guy playing the cello?
It wasn't a guy, it was a lady.
She got on the train.
It can't be.
A fat lady.
Who's there?
Michèle.
How'd you find me, Michèle?
Open up, Julien.
I don't see you. Move your finger.
Open up.
No, we have to forget each other now.
I'm not asking for love.
No!
There's something you don't know... about me.
Don't be cruel.
Move your finger.
I need to see you, one last time...
I need to paint you.
No!
You can't refuse!
No!
Love...
love.
If you refuse, you'll see.
I'm thirsty too!
What's wrong with him?
You know?
I think... I don't know.
You think, you don't know?
Whatever he says, we'll drink together...
but not your way...
like an old wino...
staring dead-eyed.
I want to be drunk with you...
so I can see you laugh.
I can't drink with an old guy.
Firecrackers! Fireworks!
Wait, wait.
Where'd you get that?
My dad's a colonel in the army.
Shit.
Take a look.
No bullets missing?
Yeah.
Yeah, what?
No, none.
All there, sure? Still 15?
15, yeah.
Well, fine!
I feel like shooting, too!
Blow everything sky high!
Let's do it. 7 for you, 7 for me.
Keep one for the future.
Catch!
Shoot! Go on!
The city's full of music.
Want to go to the Bastille?
No. We're better here.
Speed ok?
I can't hear, but you're so beautiful!
You ok, Louisiana?
Is it an Egyptian cat?
Abyssinian.
A gift.
Dry me, boy.
It's real good you're here.
I'm going to fall asleep soon.
Never with wet hair.
Here...
throw it over the side.
It gives you nightmares when it's in your pocket.
Throw it.
I'm zonked.
Wait for me.
Wake up, I got to sleep.
Give me a downer!
A downer!
What, the shoe didn't fit?
Quick, I need my downer.
You drank too much. It doesn't mix.
She's going to go to sleep and I’ll be alone.
No!
Go on!
Beat it!
If you love somebody, tell him tomorrow:
"The sky is white." If it's me, I’ll answer:
"But the clouds are black."
This way we'll know we love each other.
Michèle... Michèle... Michèle...
go back up there. Try to sleep.
I can't.
Want your downer?
Too late.
I think the girl doesn't love me.
The girl doesn't what?
'Cause you too, you want love?
Like the others?
Tenderness, like the others?
Look around.
There's no love here!
There's no cold air in bedrooms!
It doesn't fit your life!
So forget it.
Forget it!
The girl, she can't stay.
She's got to go!
Leave me alone.
I'm hungover.
You have to go.
That's all you have to say to me? Go?
I have good reasons...
to be on this bridge.
My eyes are going.
Listen to me.
When I try to paint...
this eye here...
bulges out of my head, like a snail.
At the museum over there...
I wanted to see a painting.
See it again, before I’m blind.
But a fucking neon set the eye on fire.
It hurt like hell. I couldn't see.
Listen, I have a proposition for you.
Go fuck yourself...
with your "go"!
Look at this.
See that?
30 years a guard.
Factories, buildings...
cemeteries. It's all there.
One night, you and me...
we'll go to the museum.
I worked there, I have the keys.
You'll be able to see your picture...
with a candle.
So, you weren't always?
No.
Steady job, a home...
not bad-looking.
Ladies called me "camembert".
Because of the smell?
No, because I was ripe and ready.