THREE COLORS BLUE
Come on, Anne.
Get in.
Are you able to talk?
During the... Were you conscious?
I'm sorry to have to inform you... Do you know?
Your husband died in the accident.
But you weren't conscious all that time.
Anne?
Yes, your daughter too.
Is someone there? Who did it?
Mr. Leroy?
Please call the guards. Somebody broke a window on the 1st floor.
I'll look in the garden.
I can't do that.
- I broke the window. - Don't worry.
We'll replace it.
- I am sorry. - Don't worry.
- Is it today? - This afternoon. At 17.00.
Can I do anything for you?
We gathered to pay respects
to the memory of the man
and composer,
known as one of the most outstanding in the world.
Nobody can accept
that he is gone.
We also mourn his 5 year-old daughter.
Who died by his side.
Patrice, millions of men and women
awaited the music you composed
for the Unification of Europe,
which we all hope to celebrate soon.
Good morning.
- I know you don't want to see me. - Right.
- Can I come in? - No.
Julie, I don't want an interview.
- What then? - I'm writing an article about your husband.
- I need to know something. - About what?
The concert for the Unification of Europe.
- It doesn't exist. - You've changed.
- You were not so rude before. - Haven't you heard?
I lost in my daughter and husband in an accident.
Is it true you wrote your husband's music?
Good morning.
Bernard!
- Good morning madam. - Did you do what I asked?
- Did you clear the blue room? - Everything.
Madam, we're all deeply sorry.
Marie?
Why are you crying?
Because you're not.
I keep thinking about them.
I remember everything.
- No thanks. - Lets sit down. This could take a while - I'll be right back
Nobody must know about it.
You will pay for my mother's rest home for the rest of her life.
You will take care of Marie and the gardener.
You will sell all our property
and pay all the money in one account.
- 27-0641-196? - Yes.
May I ask why?
No.
Would you excuse me.
- But what will you have left? - My own account.
I haven't started yet.
- I put it aside... - The day I left? - Yes
Here it is. I was waiting to hear from you.
You were right.
A lot of corrections.
No more than usual.
It's beautiful.
I love this chorus.
It's Julie. Do you love me?
- Yes. - Since when?
Since I started working with Patrice.
- Do you think of me? - Yes.
Come if you want to.
- Now? - Yes. Now. Right away.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Olivier?
- I fell. - Please take it off.
The rest too.
They took everything. Only the mattress is left.
I appreciate what you did for me.
But you see I'm like others. I sweat, cough.
I have cavities.
You won't miss me. You understand that now.
Shut the door when you leave.
Julie!
I don't want any children in the building.
Let me ask you something. It may help.
- What do you do? - Nothing.
- I mean, for a living? - Nothing.
I have what you are looking for. But the apartment needs repairing. It may take a while.
- Can I live there now? - Sure. It needs a quick paint.
- Can I look see it now? - Yes.
- What is your name? - Julie de Courcy, with a "Y".
Sorry, Julie Vignon. I am going back to my maiden name.
- Coffee and ice cream? - As usual.
Is anybody there?
- I'm sorry for the noise. I've almost finished - I haven't heard anything.
Can I come in?
I heard you got locked out last week.
Your husband lent me a blanket. I spent the night in the stairwell.
I wanted you to sign this.
- What is it? - Everyone has signed already.
We don't want loose women in our building. The young woman downstairs...
- I don't want to get involved. - She is a whore.
I don't care.
You are in perfect health. Everything is fine.
You are in good spirits.
- Hello, it's Antoine. - It is for you.
My name is Antoine. You don't know me...
No I don't. Excuse me.
- Who is it? - Some boy.
He has been looking for you. I said he could call.
- Lets meet. It's important. - Nothing is important.
- It is about an object. - What?
A necklace with a cross.
I'd forgotten about it.
I found it near the car.
I couldn't keep it. That's stealing.
If you want to ask me something, I got there just after...
No.
I'm sorry.
I wanted to return the necklace...
- I wanted to ask you something too. - Yes?
When I opened the door... your husband was still alive.
He said...
I don't understand.
He said "Now try coughing."
He was telling us a joke.
It's about a woman who can't stop coughing. She sees a doctor.
He examined her and gave her a pill. She swallowed it.
And asked "What was it?"
"The most powerful laxative".
"A laxative for a cough?"
"Yes. Try coughing now."
It made us laugh.
Then the car crashed.
My husband always liked to repeat the punch line.
You returned it.
It is yours.