What was her name?
Florence.
Young, beautiful...
made life beautiful.
Always liked a drink...
in high spirits.
But after our little girl died...
she downed more and more, without joy.
How do you stop it?
Not that she didn't love me.
But the pain inched between us.
She couldn't look at me without tears.
One day she up and left.
For weeks I searched...
and I found her.
Wreckage!
Days in the streets...
nights in a train station.
I stuck with her...
followed her.
She died at 33...
and looked 50.
I threw her body in the river.
Yes, your honor...
over there, near the barges she loved.
She resembled you a bit...
not the nose.
That's why you can't stand me.
Look...
a woman who sleeps outside...
gets beat up, raped...
she drinks, doesn't get her period...
she becomes insane!
Life outside...
it's right for me, for Alex.
But it's impossible for you!
You have to go...
and live!
The sky is white today.
The sky is white.
But the clouds are black!
Say "Michèle."
Call me "Michèle."
Michèle.
Michèle!
Stay with me.
Wait!
You got to be patient with me.
I'll tell you stuff one day... about me.
We'll make love, sure we will, but not yet.
Later.
Want to go for a walk?
The whole city's asleep.
Yeah, let's walk!
It's quick?
Real quick. Real powerful.
Take it often?
I can't sleep without it.
What's the taste?
No taste.
I got an idea.
No more swallowing this poison.
I'll teach you to sleep without it...
with me.
Another $150!
Let's spend it!
Ever seen the sea?
No, but...
the horizon?
No need.
Come on!
The sea! The sea!
It's wet! It's wet!
I'm about to drop off.
Didn't you forget something?
Huh? Oh, yeah.
Here.
Good night, love.
I'm proud I taught you to sleep...
that it was me.
Proof of love.
I can't see the horizon.
My eye's too weak now.
But you, you only look at your feet.
I want to go back to the bridge.
Still asleep?
No.
My eye is worse.
Want an apple?
Not now.
You count it?
God, I’m stiff.
I'm going to end up like an old bag!
Almost two thousand!
Think of what we can do! The bridge is...
fine in summer, but in winter...
we'll go underneath it.
It stinks down there.
Oh! Hey, peanut!
Where? Don't know.
Oh! Hey, peanut!
Where? Don't know
the money?
No!
Fucking clumsy cunt!
Blind!
I'm no good anymore.
Sorry, Alex.
First floor.
I know.
This way.
Stop saying "shh!"
Stop. Shh!
Your shoes squeak.
What are you doing here?
Come on.
I'll take you back.
Michèle?
Michèle.
It's there.
Turn that off.
I can't see.
Are we going?
Where are you? Where?
You're where?
Hey, you!
You ok?
Forget about me.
Just look.
Got to go back to the bridge.
Try not...
to suffer that much.
I want to do a lot of things with you.
I really want to.
But you're so closed.
You got to open up!
Never do that again!
We're going to stick together, you and me.
When it all goes black soon...
you'll be my last image...
in my head forever.
Who else is in your head?
Not many.
Who?
Faces in paintings...
my parents...
my old friend Marion...
my cat...
and then Hans...
and a boy whose name was Julien...
whose name is Julien.
I must tell you sometime.
It'd be good.
You know...
I’m ready to live in the dark.
Because, right now, the world's just a lot of...
blurry dancing flames...
and I’m sick of it!
You'll be there? My white cane?
My seeing-eye dog?
Playing dog?
Already I can't see small things.
They're the most exciting.
If you smile just a little, I can't see it.
You got to make it big.
You got to do it all on a big scale for me.
Wait.
Where you going?
What're you doing?
See me?
Michèle?
I see you.
Clown.
Missing.
Where are you?
The cops are checking. I don't like it.
I'm taking you back.
What's the big rush?
Sorry.
Michèle Stalens, missing for 6 months, suffers from a rare eye disease.
Dr. Destouches' new operation could save her sight.
Every day counts!
See, Louisiana...
a loose wire.
Alex'll fix it.
Michèle!
Speak of the devil...
and he appears.
Hold me.
Radio's on the blink.
I've got your coat on.
I'm scared, Michèle.
In the rain, I had a bad dream.
Hold me.
It was night. You weren't on the bridge...
but lost in the dark.
I couldn't find you in the dark.
But I’m here.
Hold me.
"...Colonel Stalens' daughter...
24, 5' 6', brown hair.
Michèle's sight can perhaps be saved...
...by dr. Destouches' new operation.
Any information concerning her...
the radio!
You hear? They're talking about me!
My eyes!
A hope...
if ever...
could it be?
The end of this nightmare.
Just think, Alex.
My eyes!
Come...
let's share a bottle.
Another one?
Yeah.
Alex.
Alex, I never loved you. Not really.
Forget me. Michèle.
No one...
can teach me...
to forget.
Get up!
Come on!
You Alex Vogan?
You're Alex Vogan, aren't you?
Let's go.
We'll talk about a guy who got torched.
Talk!
The kid saw you!
Piece of shit!
The defendant will rise!
The jury finds you guilty...
of manslaughter...
and sentences you to 3 years in prison.
Vogan!
Call Vogan.
Nearly two years.
You knew it was me?
You want me to go?
I had to see you.
I wanted you to see me...
my eyes.
You don't talk?
You're handsome.
It's strange to see you...
just like in my book.
I thought I’d forgotten you.
But every night for weeks...
images of you.
That's why I’m here.
My dreams sent me.
The people in your dreams, you should call them when you're awake.
It would make life simpler.
"Hello, I dreamed of you.
Love woke me."
You look at me.
You wonder who I was.
You don't recognize me.
But I imagined you in every detail...
even your hair.
But you changed.
Same shining eyes as in my dreams.
We were both running...
through cities...
valleys and plains.
And you didn't limp anymore.
I don't limp anymore.
What?
I don't limp.
You see...
nothing's... irreparable.
I went to the bridge last night. It's all repaired.
Now it's solid.
Why'd you try to forget me?
I never told you about me.
We led such a strange life.
Why'd you never come to see me?
I waited.
I'm afraid of us... at times...
often...
you're cowardly.
No.
Will you love me?
Yeah, like before...
but not the same.
I'll visit you.
Never, not here.
I miss you.
So many things to fix... inside me. I'm not ready.
I want you to see the new me all at once.
A new man.
- When I get out... - six months...
Christmas, yes.
Midnight on the bridge.
To do your portrait.
- With wine. - Good wine!
No poison in it!
A room in a hotel. I have money.
Breakfast in bed. You'll see...
butter on our thighs...
honey, marmalade, crumbs of croissant in our pubes.
Dr. Destouches eye surgeon
Louisiana.
I'm on your eyes.
I'm on the shadow of your mouth.
Done!
I'll do better.
Do you like yourself?
Yes.
Yes yes or yes no?
Yes.
Oh! Shit!
Clumsy! Take off your mitten.
No. It's ok.
You look happy!
Yes!
I'm loaded... on love!
Know the happy man story?
Two guys in a bar...
really down, wonder if they fuck enough to be happy.
So, the first one says...
"me, I get it every two weeks."
The second one says, "me, once a month."
To them, it doesn't seem a lot.
But there's this third guy at the bar...
all alone...
huge grin on his face, ear to ear.
The guys wonder, why's he so happy?
So...
a little embarrassed, they ask how often he has sex.
The guy, beaming, says, "my friends...
I make love every three weeks, no, every three years!"
"What? Every three years?
So why're you so happy?"
And the third guy says...
"because tonight's the night!"
Because tonight's the night.
Oh. My head hurts.
Tonight's the night.
Three o'clock?
I didn't hear it strike two.
Tonight's the night.
Alex, I have to go.
I'm dead tired.
Love, what's wrong?
It's not true.
What?
You're not tired.
Yes, I’m tired.
There's a little hotel nearby.
It's called Louisiana, same as your cat.
I asked...
they serve breakfast in bed.
Love, I have to go.
Where?
I'll tell you.
What?
Don't shout!
Some things... take time.
Don't make me say, not tonight.
You're killing me.
You've got to be patient with me.
No!
Lies.
Lies!
Michèle!
Are you the sand man?
We just haul it.
It's our last trip.
Where're you bound?
All the way.
To the Atlantic.
The Atlantic.
We are too.
Right?
Ok if we come along?
It can be arranged.
- Yeah. - Sure.
Oh! Hey, peanut!
Oh! Hey! Don't know
Paris can stay in bed!