UP, DOWN, FRAGILE
Friday, 15'th of July, 11:10 pm
So here you are.
What's the matter? Can't I go to the crapper?
Hey, give me the money.
What are you talking about? You're raving!
I'm just asking for my share, Robert. All of my share.
We always said equal shares.
I saw what the guy gave you...
...I know how much I have, and I know how much is owed me.
It's 500 and you've got it on you, so hand it over.
Don't touch.
You'll get your money, but you owe me some respect.
In any case, I would have given it to you.
Oh, sure.
What is it Ninon? Why are you behaving like this?
You weren't like this in the beginning.
In the beginning I enjoyed myself. And in the beginning, you behaved yourself.
I don't like being ripped off.
I can do it without you, I can change the game.
You think so?
Want me to prove it to you?
I said you'd get your money.
And I said I want it now.
I would have given it to you.
Yes?
A whiskey-coke....Thanks.
Because things change, see. - Come
No, wait, wait. - What are you doing with my girlfriend?
Good day. - Good day.
An icecream please. - Regular or double?
Double. - Double.
What flavours do you want? - Vanilla chocolate
I'm out of chocolate. - Then vanilla coffee.
Thankyou - Thankyou.
Thanks.
Goodbye - Goodbye.
Yes?
Louise Leuven. - Of course, welcome mad'moiselle.
Your luggage has arrived and been taken up to your room.
Here's the key. - Thankyou.
Did the rocking chair arrive? - Yes, mad'moiselle.
Sixth floor, and the lift is over there.
If you need anything, give us a call...
....at any hour, day or night. - Thankyou.
It's me again, I'm still a bit hungry.
A hot dog or a crepe?
A hot dog.
Give it 5 minutes to heat up.
With a bit of mustard. As usual.
Here you are.
Ah, good day Father Paul. - Good day Madame.
How are you today?
It's been 2 or 3 days since I saw you last.
Where have you been?
You look a bit harassed.
Haven't I seen you before?
I seem to recognize you from somewhere.
Do you come around here often?
But no, it's not here that I've seen you.
It was some time ago.
A very long time ago.
How long has it been?
Your hot dog?!
Hello? -- Hello.
Hello, may I speak to Mathis Leuven please?
He's in a meeting, I can't disturb him. Is it urgent?
Yes, it's quite urgent. It's his daughter, Louise.
His daughter. From Paris? - Yes, his daughter from Paris.
Just a moment, mad'moiselle. I'll put you straight through
Louise, my little angel. Where are you?
I've been crazy with worry.
Why did you walk out of the clinic?
I would have so much wanted to be there.
Calm down, papa, I'm fine, I've taken an hotel room.
I don't want you to stay in an hotel
No-one came to look for you?
I don't know anyone, anymore.
And Simon? He didn't come?
This hotel is just fine.
Simon...You know, it's been 5 years.
Darling, come back home.
To me.
Well, when will you come back?
I'm going to stay here a while. At least several days.
I'll go and see Aunt Marthe.
Louise. Marthe is dead
Ah?
Hello, Louise?
We didn't want to tell you. She died 2 years ago.
She left her house to you in her will.
But now I'd like you to come home.
I need some time.
I need to be alone, I really need some time for that.
Poor darling...
These have been the longest 5 years in my life.
And the blackest.
But it's so good to hear from you, dearest angel.
You talk like an adult.
Take care of yourself, and don't forget what Dr.Berger told you.
Papa.
Take great care, my dear.
I've got to go, I'll call back.
Give me the hotel telephone number.
Hotel Kléber, 44 05 75 00.
And your room number? - 627.
Papa, where does Aunt Marthe live? I haven't been there for 10 years.
Call my secretary, she'll give you the details.
Kisses.
I embrace you with all my heart, little one. Till tomorrow.
Do you need this volume?
No.
I don't know whether I need it, or not.
You know...I don't know who I am.
I was adopted.
When I was small, I was ashamed of it.
To be "the adopted one."
Such an ugly word: "Adopted"
It's a label they stick on you.
It's like "orphan", makes you into a victim.
Those are words you can never forget or leave behind.
Tell the truth, I prefer "foundling".
I'm a foundling.
In fact, you could be my mother.
Excuse me, I don't know what came over me.
Excuse me.
Thank you...Ah, Mad'moiselle Leuven?
Someone has left this here for you. - Thankyou.
Hello, I'm calling about the ad you put in "France Soir".
Yes...
For the sales job.
It's already taken?
Oh well, too bad. Thanks, goodbye.
It's hot.
Hello?
Vitebien? Good day.
I'm calling about your ad in "France Soir".
Yes, for the courier position.
Yes, I could easily do that.
Yes, I can drive a scooter.
I know the street layout in Paris very well.
It's only for a month?
Up till the 15'th of August? That would suit me fine, yes.
Yes, that's fine, I can come there now.
Thank you very much, I'll be there right away, goodbye Madame.
Good day.
Good day
Do you recognize this house?
Yes, of course I do, why do you ask me that?
Nothing, you looked surprised.
Well yes, I don't know who you are.
I hope I didn't frighten you?
No, you didn't frighten me at all.
Here one might say that time has stopped.
I have a memory of a house filled up with all kinds of stuff.
Of course, when one is small.... -- So you have a good memory.
Well, I'm not in the least amnesiac.
Look here, this is a "Coromandel" table.
Quite valuable, 18'th century.
Marthe kept two cats.
One was very musical, it loved rhythm, have you seen it?
No, I've seen only you.
Probably the neighbours have been feeding it. There's another one, but it's turned feral.
It never shows itself in front of strangers.
We could almost be somewhere in the country.
Marthe became very attached to this piece. She wouldn't let it out of her sight.
And I never knew why.
That was also her great-grandfather's passion.
Octave.
He imagined himself to be an explorer
Octave, that's the one.
And what's this here?
It's a romantic piano.
Chopin played on one of these.
I remember a black concert piano.
The "Pleyel" concert piano, yes. She must have got rid of it.
Here's something I played when I was small.
"Beautiful girl ragtime", do you know it?
Oh, it's half dead.
That's the work of the cats.
What a shame.
So what is your name? - Roland.
Roland Lefebure. I was a friend of your Aunt Marthe.
Or rather, you know, an acquaintance.
Well...
Goodbye Louise, I must go.
I'll come with you. - No, don't bother, I know the way.
Here.
Thanks.
Wait, there's a surcharge.
But it's not very heavy. - I know it's not heavy, but it's awkward.
Well, OK.
Since you're new.
Here. - Thanks.
Thankyou, goodbye. - Bye.
Good day. - Good day.
What is it? - I'm delivering a parcel.
And about time.
I came as quick as I could.
Yes.
Good.
Sign here, please. - Yes.
Thanks.
Many thanks. - It's nothing.
Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Henri?
You got a card from Nemours.
Henri?
Why don't you reply when I call?
I'll read you what it says, alright?
21'st of June, 1994. Dearest:
We are sad...
...because we get no news from you.
Just a word, a sign of life.
That's not difficult, is it?
Your father embraces you, and me as well.
Your loving parents.
PS:
How is Henri?
You see? They're thinking of you.
And I'm a bad daughter.
I haven't written to Papa and Mamma.
You know...
...today again, I met a person who said...
...that I reminded him of someone.
It's the fourth time in 10 days.
I have the feeling that something is stalking me.
Yes, I promise I'll write to them.
Don't look at me like that. I said I'll do it.
Hi Ninon, how goes it?
Feels like I'm flying.
Yes, 5 minutes. Yes, wait.
Yes. Judith, wait a minute.
It should be here in an hour. OK.
Judith, for you, it's Agfa.
Lise, close the cash box, you seem leave it open on purpose
I don't do it on purpose, it's just that I never remember where I put the keys
Look, there they are on the window.
"Agfa", 26 rue des Plantes, in the 14'th district.
And you go to "Acti"... -- Hello!
31 Lark Street.
Hello! I've got something for you Estelle.
How's business?
Up and down. Or rather, down and up.
Between up and down, and down and up, you'll find a middle way.
You too!
Who's that?
Roland. He owns the workshop down the street.
A nice guy.
You looked quite serious when you said that. -- Well, I'm a serious person.
With Estelle, it's better so!
Me too, I like to boogie.
I fancy going out dancing this evening.
Do you know of a good place? -- I'm sure you know of hundreds!
No, not really.
Hello?
Yes, OK.
There's the "Sarah Saloon". It's cool. Sometimes there are some cute guys there.
I'll give you the address, if you like.
It's great!
The music is great, Sarah's tops.
Do you know her? -- So, so. Same as everybody.
She's cool.
Seems that for you everything is great. -- Not everything, no.
But "Sarah Saloon", yes.
Lise, telephone!
Hello?
O.K.
Ninon, a client for you.
32, rue de Dragon.
Want to take me there?
WORKSHOP
ROLANDECOR WORKSHOP
Excuse me.
Pardon.
One at a time, they're fragile. -- They're for this evening.
What may I do for you?
You must have been looking for this.
Ah yes, thankyou, I've been looking all over for it. I've been losing everything recently.
You shouldn't have taken the trouble, a telephone call would have been enough.
On the contrary, I took advantage of the oportunity...
...to go out.
It's big...
I'll show you.
You're busy working. -- No, that's just what it looks like.
I pretend to be the boss, but it's them who do everything.
Today you're my guest.
I love being a guide.
This is the water wall for the "The Magic Flute".
Look.
The waters must be rejoined.
And the trial by fire?
We're working on it. Come on, the visit continues.
Here we have the artists.
Let's have a look.
Yes.
The pulleys are always scaled by two, Thomas.
Is this a bridge?
It's not a bridge, it's a window.
In that case...
But the most interesting part is upstairs. -- No, I shouldn't trouble you any longer.
But I would be delighted.
This is my lair.
My office.
Here's where I think.
Yes, I can stay here thinking till 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning.
Once we had a power failure.
Denis! What are you playing at?!
What did I tell you about that column?
Roland?
Could you come and look for a minute?
Excuse me, I'll be back straight away.
You found it.
You look happy there with that boy.
I'm being indiscreet.
I didn't steal it, I assure you.
Rather, an involuntary acquisition.
Come, let me explain.
Up there is our accounts section, otherwise known as hell on earth.
And here, is paradise.
That's a mock-up of the decor...
...for Montpellier.
And there, we have the tree of knowledge.
All that's missing is the serpent.
Do you recognize it?
Yes, it's the piece that was in the downstairs salon.
Do you want to buy it back?
You know about it, right?
I wasn't there.
This one is my favourite.
I'm thought your aunt would never sell it to me.
I adore it.
The photo was inside.
That, too, is yours.
No, it's not mine.
You've never danced? I was sure you had.
You're right, no doubt. Keep your secrets.
Keep them.
Come and see, it's the best of all.
Paris, some time ago.
You frightened me.
It's nothing.
Because of the height.
Hello, Vitebien, may I help?
O.K.
Rue de Passy, third on the left, rue de Rayounard, fourth on the right.
O.K. -- Is it for me?
A pick-up in Passy.
Number 50, O.K. The code?
A184, ground floor, courtyard.
Good, I think that's all.
Thank you.
Hey, Estelle.
Yes, yes, excuse me. Could you repeat that please.
Lise.
What did I tell you about the cash box?
Ninon, 50 rue des Vignes.
What does this mean? -- What does what mean, Madame?
Right now, thankyou, goodbye.
Last time I looked there was twice as much.
I know nothing about it. -- What do you mean, you know nothing?
To meet you again...
...one more time
To hold you again...
...between my arms.
Yes, who is it?
Excuse me, I'm your neighbour, what are you listening to in there?
What?
What are you listening to?
I'm searching for a band frequency and I can't find it.
And that song?
What song? -- The one we were just listening to.
I'm not listening to anything, I'm searching, I told you.
Well. My apologies.
Behind me there's nothing.
As if I had no past.
A black gulf.
As if my legs had no feet.
Ida has no feet, Ida has no feet.
Ida has no ma,
Ida has no pa.
Ida has a cat,
the Cat, Henri...who understands every word I say...
Ida has no fiancee.
But Ida...
...has big ideas!
Here you are.
Thanks. -- Thanks, 'bye.
Your cash, and quick!
What's happening? -- Piss off, you!
Are you alright.
Goodbye, then.
Well, the guy started to insult me...
...and I replied...
"Watch out, laddie, or I'll dong you one"
You should have seen his face...
Time for my number, see you later.
I would do anything...
...to find you again...
...to meet you again...
...to embrace you...
...with this heart...
...which was broken...
...when I lost you.
To meet you again...
...just one more time. -- Would you like to dance?
To hold you again...
...between my arms.
Just one more time...
...to have you, my love...
...my lost love.
But you seem so like...
...that wayward stranger from the past.
You run after the will o' the wisp...
...and you dream of an absolute love...
...offered you by a stranger...
...with the same wistful smile...
...that gave birth to my despair.
You weep the same salt tears.
But I'd do anything to find you again...
...to see you again...
...to embrace you...
...with this heart which was broken...
...when I lost you...
To meet you again...
...one more time.
To hold you again...
...between my arms.
One last time...
...to have you, my love...
...my lost love.
My lost...
...love.
Thank you, thank you.
Thanks for the dance.
Hello. -- Hi.
Like it here? -- Yes, you were right, it's nice.
You know, you won't see me at work anymore. Estelle gave me the boot.
Why? You haven't done anything.
That I can't say.
In any case she said it was my fault. Maybe it is.
But it's not true.
It's doesn't figure.
Because between my departure...
...and your arrival there wasn't more than a couple of minutes.
Whoever did it pulled a swift one.
It's real bad luck.
What are you going to do?
Don't know.
But I'm really disappointed.
I like Estelle.
I liked working there.
Excuse me.
You following me?
You don't believe in chance? I do.
You don't appear very happy to see me.
I don't know what I should think.
The evening begins well.
For me it's over.
You're running from me already? -- I'm dead tired.
Go and look after the kid, she needs cheering up.
Hello.
And how are you? -- Fine, thanks.
The usual? -- Yes, please.
I'll put it on to heat.
I don't know what you did to Father Paul the other day...
...but he behaved so strangely after you left.
Really? -- As if he'd seen a ghost.
Hmm...you know something weird happened to me too.
Three days ago I heard a song on the radio...
...and I'm sure that I know it from somewhere.
And it's going round in my head.
I don't know where it comes from, maybe from my childhood....
...perhaps even from before I was born, I don't know.
I read somewhere in a magazine...
...that babies can hear everything from inside their mother's womb.
Do you think that's true?
I don't know, but if it is true, then it's a good thing...
I'm sure that my mother sang that song when she was pregnant.
There you are.
Could I have a napkin? -- What?
A napkin. -- A napkin and the mustard.
Hello? Ah papa, it's you.
Hello, how are you?
We haven't talked in almost 3 days.
I tried to call you, but you're never there.
What have you been up to? How are you, my little angel?
And your vertigo?
It's nothing.
I like Paris, you know.
And Aunt Marthe's house is very nice.
Even the staircase. I keep to the wall side and everything is fine.
You haven't visited Bellargent? -- Don't want to.
I want to meet new people.
Are you eating properly?
You must eat balanced meals, you know.
Tea and cakes!
You need to put on a little weight.
You should go to that nutritionist that I told you about.
Louise? Hello?
Hello?
What's going on?
Maybe you aren't alone.
Yes, papa, I'm quite alone, I'm just drying my hair, it's all wet.
You're going to catch a cold.
Dry your hair, and next time go to the hairdresser.
Kisses, papa, I'll call you back.
If I was there...
...I'd tell you the story of "The Cat that Walked by Himself"...
...for the thousandth time.
But go on drying your hair. Till tomorrow.
Goodbye.
Bye. -- Bye.
Bye. -- Want to have a drink? I'll invite you.
I don't have time, have one without me.
I won't go without you, come on, don't be so stuck up.
Thanks, but I can't, I've got a rendezvous.
No kidding! -- No kidding.
Have a good time then.
Don't worry about me.
Hello.
Good day, are you looking for somebody?
Yes, Mr. Roland. I'm Ninon Courtois.
Yes.
He's not in his office. Perhaps in the paint shop.
Thankyou.
Hello.
You gave me a fright.
Each in his turn.
You see, I wanted to apologize.
You're apologizing for what?
I don't know what you think of me.
Is my opinion really so interesting?
Don't play games, it makes me nervous.
You seem to be perturbed.
That I am! -- For what reason?
You know very well.
In point of fact, so am I.
Am I perturbing you?
You play hot and cold.
First you're hot, then you're cold.
I don't play games when I don't know the rules. -- Is that what perturbs you?
I don't know who you are...
...is it worth my while... -- Be quiet.
Tell me, frank-ly...
Frank-ly...
You play well. I like that.
It could even go as far as... -- Blackmail, right?
Do you think I would do that?
We are both perturb-ed.
It's a ridiculous word "perturb-ed".
Totally ridiculous "perturb-ed"
Perturb-ed. -- Perturb-ed.
I'm embarassed.
You're embarassed? -- Aren't you?
Yes, very embarassed. -- Embarassed and perturbed?
Do you want to kiss me? -- Won't you regret it?
Not if I do it again. -- Do it again.
I don't know if it's "no" or a "yes".
I don't know if it's "yes" or a "no".
I don't know nothing, while I'm waiting...
...waiting for the no...
...for a "yes" or for a "no".
May I have the pleasure of this dance?
Excellent.
Don't play the fool.
May I? -- It's private.
I'd like to speak to Mr....
...Alfredo Garcia.
Take her.
Excuse me. -- It's private.
I need to talk with that girl who just went in.
Are you with her? -- No, but...
Sorry.
Over here.
Good evening, mad'moiselle.
Are you Alfredo Garcia? -- Absolutely. And you are...?
Louise Leven. Somebody left this card at my hotel.
This isn't my writing.
But I'm delighted to meet you. -- You know me?
Not yet.
But since you have managed to penetrate my sanctum...
...I hope that you will become one of my regular clients.
But if it wasn't you, who left that card?
Perhaps somebody who wanted us to meet.
You are a remarkable young woman.
Eyes of jade...so many memories reflected there.
Life has strange resources....
...subtle contrivances against death.
Don't you think?
I don't know.
But yes, we're in agreement.
I am the owner of a fine vintage cognac. May I offer you a drop?
Provided you are not...an abstainer.
Abstention...cognac. Oil and water, don't you think?
Thank you.
Just a little...
...bread and onion for the lovers.
Two sugar biscuits...
...softened with coffee.
And nobody...
...not even the telephone...
...will disturb them.
Resting...
...on a cloud of rumpled sheets...
...all alone...
...in the moonshot years.
The neighbours...
...from across the street and all around...
...have melted...
...into the distance.
Nothing to be done...
...for these voluntary castaways.
For they ride...
...on an imperious wave...
...which cradles them...
...and sweeps them off to the Mysterious Isles.
Without even a boat...
...without even a raft...
...without leaving the ground...
...the voluntary castaways vanish into the blue.
Nothing at all...
...they need nothing at all...
...or perhaps only a moonlit window...
...just to do again at night...
...what they have already done...
...by day.
Nothing to be done...
...for the voluntary castaways...
...whose sole desire...
...is to lose themseves in the cradle of the sea...
...so as to find there...
...the secret of the Mysterious Isles.
Without even a boat...
...without even a raft...
...without leaving the ground...
...the voluntary castaways vanish into the blue.
Without even a boat...
...without even a raft...
...without leaving the ground...
...the voluntary castaways vanish into the blue...
...far...
But why, why, why...
...do these things happen to me?
I'm going mad!
Did I disturb you?
If I disturbed you, say it.
What are you doing here at this hour?
I was thinking.
Oh well, in that case...
I was thinking about Robespierre's wig.
That's odd, don't you think?
Ever since I got out of the clinic I find everything very odd.
Naturally, after 5 years. -- No, it's not that things have changed.
And not new wine in old bottles, that's something else.
It's the people.
I don't understand what people want from me.
Which people?
You, for example.
You dance around me like a maypole.
You're nothing like a maypole.
Thank you.
So what's your problem with me?
Your friend, him in the photo...
Simon?
Was he just a friend, or something more?
You don't want to try and find him?
By now, he'll be married with a lot of kids.
It doesn't have to be as extreme as that.
See how you are? You immediately tried to change the subject.
Not at all.
Then I'm crazy.
Perhaps I do have a problem, but it's not neccessarily with you.
Is it indiscreet to ask, with whom?
Did you like the "Backstage"?
I didn't understand what the manager wanted.
Alfredo? That doesn't surprise me.
Me neither, and I've known him for a very long time.
Is he your problem?
I prefer not to say.
Is he involved in something shady? Drug trafficking?
"Trafficking" is not the right word.
A gang?
A gang doesn't mean very much.
A group?
A group is to say too much.
So how would you describe it? A club?
Yes, a club, if you like.
There's nothing shady about a club.
Depends on the type of club.
Is it a club for...perverts?
Perversion would be banal.
Terrorists?
Murderers?
You're very curious.
Of course, it interests me.
It's normal, I know something about Death.
What's happening, what are you looking at?
I was thinking that tonight the moon ressembles Robespierre's head.
Do you know what that means?
That means that it's past my bedtime.
Tell me what you know about Alfredo.
I wouldn't be doing you a favour.
Good night. No dreams.
Vitebien, good day.
What address?
6, Place de la République Dominicaine.
Courtyard, first floor.
Quarter of an hour.
Dedé?
6, Place de la République Dominicaine. -Stéphane.
Courtyard, first floor. -- An urgent delivery for Mr. Roland.
I have to clean the sparkplugs. -- Urgent, I say.
Alright, leave it to me.
With the skates I can be super quick. -- Hurry, hurry.
Thank you.
Good day.
Thanks.
Thank you. Have we met before.
Yes, at the "Backstage".
Bye. -- Bye.
Can't you watch out where you're going?!
Why are you looking at me like that?
Perhaps you're going to ask me who I look like? In which case I'll reply, like no-one, OK?
May I pass? Thank you.
Jean-Luc.
Thank you.
Mad'moiselle...
I'm sorry to disturb you again, but perhaps you can help me.
I'm looking for a book on renaissance balconies.
Is it for "Romeo and Juliet"?
Who was the editor?
It's in English, and I don't remember the title...
...nor the author, the editor even less.
Well, come with me, we'll go and look.
You couldn't care less about your parents, whether you have them or not.
Me, I do. And at the same time, I don't.
But my parents love me, I know that.
And I love them too.
It's thanks to them I didn't end up in the rubbish dump.
But they're not my real parents.
True or false, I couldn't care less.
But I do care.
I don't want to know anymore who I ressemble.
This nose...
Where does this nose come from?
And these eyes...
Whose are they?
This mouth...
Where does it come from?
Shoulders...
Breasts...
My bum...
Whose bum is it?
Companiable dreams...
...they pile up under my bed...
...and down the years...
...scattered by the winds of life.
Abandoned by Dame Fortune...
...in this life I love so much...
...I decided on a tactical retreat...
...while waiting for a better hand of cards.
Dreaming, enchanted, under the chestnut trees...
...of a Paris that was ours, but is now no more.
But why regret our past mistakes?
I don't want to live a complicated life.
All I want...
...for now...
...is for your eyes to stray my way.
I have lived through...
...much more stormy weather.
Today, I'm so much lighter, I have no second thoughts...
...and I sing to stormy weather.
Dreaming, enchanted, under the chestnut trees...
...of a Paris that was ours, but is now no more.
But why regret our past mistakes?
I don't want to live a complicated life.
Companiable dreams...
...they pile up under my bed...
...and down the years...
...scattered by the winds of life.
When I look at you now, you sure don't lack cheek.
What have I done now?
This evening, up until now, nothing. But I'm expecting something at any moment.
Really, what do you think I'm capable of?
To cry wolf and then disappear into thin air.
I'd say rather that you are the specialist of appearances and disappearances.
You mean the other day when I changed dance partners?
You sent the blonde away, and you ordered roses for the brunette.
Yellow roses.
Why no redhead, has she already been dispensed with?
It's not at all like that.
What then? -- I'm not at all interested in her like that.
You can be interested or not, for all I care.
This girl, she's called Louise.
She's what they call, a miracle cure. She was in a coma for 5 years.
Marvellous.
She doesn't know it, but I have a real problem with her.
The same problem one has with sleepwalkers when they walk on a roof.
What problem?
If you wake them, they fall. And if you don't, they still fall.
Can't you explain yourself more clearly? -- No, no I can't.
Good...
Well as for me...
...I couldn't care less.
But if she must fall, let her fall.
Clearly, you never have to struggle with problems of conscience.
What does that mean? -- Nothing.
Want another drink?
If you have something to tell me, say it now!
I have a problem with Louise, but not with you.
How charming.
I don't know what else to say.
You're a real charmer.
When you pass me by, that leaves me cold.
But...
I see ever more clearly your delicate device.
Like a faded flower...
...a sentimental tendril...
...must have wormed it's way in...
...and now I have such a pain.
And it hurts like hell!
I have done nothing wrong.
And now I'm good for nothing.
Come here.
It's between you and me.
That little smile doesn't suit you.
Unhappy or unlucky...
...I fear we no longer have the choice.
Even if it's a shame...
...even if it's a shame...
...we'll forgive each other.
And because that pain...
...hurts like hell!
I have nothing, it hurts me so...
I'm good for nothing any more...
...nothing...
...nothing.
Good day -- Good day.
Thank you for the flowers.
It's rather nice, this little hotel.
You haven't made up your mind about moving to your aunt's place?
I need some time alone.
Talking about my aunt...
...I miss the dressing table, I'd like to have it back.
That's a pity, I'm very attached to it.
Is that why you asked me here?
No, actually not.
Can I serve you something?
A whisky, please.
Well?
Alfredo.
The owner of "Backstage".
I won't ask for the dresser back if you tell me what he's up to.
Why do you want to know about something that everybody else pretends not to see.
Perhaps because I'm not everybody else.
Perhaps because I'm not yet sure of living in this world.
That's a big perhaps!
And even the way you talk about it.
Anyone in my position would want to know what's going on.
Forget everything I told you about Alberto, I said whatever came into my head.
The words just came out.
The influence of the moon, of Robespierre.
Excuse me.
It's me again, little angel.
I hope I'm not disturbing you. -- Why no, papa.
No, stay.
You're alone?
Listen...
...if you feel strong enough to come this weekend...
...I'll reserve a ticket for you.
No, papa, it's not a good idea, I can't come home just like that.
I still need a little more time.
I miss you so much, you know.
Kisses, I'll call back. -- Me too, with all my heart.
That was my father.
So I understood.
So you told me lies about Alfredo, why?
Perhaps they weren't exactly lies.
But perhaps I didn't have the right to talk to you about it.
To begin with, you're unbearable.
Let me live my life, and you live yours.
Why don't you just go away? Your story is just a TV rerun.
It can happen that real life surpasses the worst soap opera.
Your life is in danger? from Alfredo?
I didn't say by him.
By who, by what, then?
By the club? This famous club?
You're not so stupid.
I want to go there.
Not stupid, but away with the fairies.
I want you to get me a pass. -- You'll regret it.
I have nothing to regret.
In any case, I don't believe you.
As you wish.
You promise?
You'll fix it?
It's at your own risk and peril.
Don't come complaining to me afterwards.
This way.
Did you mention me? -- Just keep quiet and do everything they tell you.
You wanted to know what's on the cards, well, this way you will.
Excuse me, have they...? -- They still haven't begun.
What did you mean "what's on the cards"? Is it a game?
From this point on, keep your mouth shut.
Good evening, Sarah.
Good evening, everybody.
We can begin.
Most of you have had the luck...
...or the misfortune, to survive until now.
You know the rules.
Roland has told me about your situation, mad'moiselle.
I admire your determination.
You are worthy of being a member of our society...
The only society which does not have...
...and cannot have, permanent members.
You are very courageous.
Sarah.
I'll explain the principles.
It's the simplest card game in the world.
I deal the cards.
Whoever gets the Ace of Spades
...is the first to go.
He, or she, who gets the Ace of Clubs...
...will have the privilege...
...of, how shall I put it...
...dispatching them.
Have you understood?
Ace of Spades, Ace of Clubs.
Are we ready?
I want to leave.
Too late, Louise, one only leaves here according to the rules...
...or before. -- I cut the cards.
It's the greatest possible thrill. Anything can happen.
It's my 9'th game. And I'm still here.
Second round.
Dear friend, courage.
Louise, I understand how you must be feeling.
It's always painful...
...the first time.
These young people will accompany you, and guide you.
They will tell you where, and when.
Don't let them down.
You understand?
And you, sirs?
Sarah, till next time.
You know the date.
Good luck, Louise.
How I envy you.
When he appears over there.
Don't miss.
I'll try. -- No question of trying.
You'll succeed, and if not, we will have all failed.
You'll see, it's not so difficult.
Go to it.
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot!!
Are you dead?
I don't know, I don't feel anything.
Normally if I was shot in the head, there'd be a hole here in front, wouldn't there?
I don't see any hole.
But normally I should have bit the dust with a shot like that between the eyes.
Normally.
Give me that, they must be blanks. -- Don't come any closer!
Keep your distance, don't touch me. -- That's what I'm doing.
Are you sure you're OK?
No, I'm not sure.
I'm not sure of anything.
Except that...
...I have no vertigo.
I'm cured.
Excuse me. What's that song?
I thought you knew it. -- No, I don't, could you tell me what it is?
Oh, it's an old hit...
...from 20 years ago, or even before that.
It was on the radio this morning.
But who sang it?
Who sang it? I don't remember.
It was so long ago.
I'd do anything...
...to find you again.
No, I don't remember.
Excuse me, I'm in a hurry.
Wait!
Please, it's a question of life or death!
Excuse me.
But the words, tell me the words!
"I would do anything to find you again...
...to meet you again to embrace you...
...with this heart that was broken...
...when I lost you".
"I would do anything to find you again...
...to meet you again to embrace you...
...with this heart that was broken...
...when I lost you".
I would do anything to find you again...
I've caught you eating on the job.
You're not sleeping here as well, are you?
We've met before, but I don't know who you are.
You're rather special.
You have a way of being distant and bold simultaneously, that's rather special.
You think I fancy you?
No, I don't fancy you at all.
Not me, but the young lady who lives here, yes.
You're not very discreet.
Anyway, what business is it of yours?
If I was her friend, I'd be worried about her.
Well, you would be wrong. I'm here to protect her.
That's not credible, you're not credible.
Do you want to see my card.
Lucien Letraz, private investigation, and protection, with tailing a speciality.
I'm being paid to watch her. -- Who's paying you?
Her father.
Does he pay well? -- Well enough.
You're lucky. I'd regard it as waste of money.
I don't have a lot of experience, I'll admit that.
It's not my first job, but near as.
It's not difficult.
She's very delicate.
Been in an accident.
Spent several years in a coma.
That's why I have to stick around.
But if you're her friend, you ought to understand all that.
I didn't say I was, I said "If I was..."
Do you mean, you were?
I asked: if you were?
Hello...what are you doing here?
What a nice hideout.
Warm.
Colourful.
You manage to sleep down there?
I'd feel shut in...
I've just moved in.
And if you've only come to criticize, you can leave right away.
As you might have noticed, I didn't come empty-handed.
Not only the hands.
Where did you start the evening? In the house of the Sleeping Beauty?
Shall I open, or will you open?
Do you possess an instrument to operate on this bottle, or only a can opener?
The Sleeping Beauty, as you called her...
...risks having a very, very difficult awakening.
Very, very, very... -- Watch out! You're pouring it on the floor.
What is so very difficult?
I've been worrying about it for only 2 weeks.
But she's had it hanging over her head ever since she was born.
Over her head? She has what over her head?
I don't know what will happen when it drops.
I don't know what will drop on her, but...
...it seems more than likely that will be you...
Frankly.
It's easy to say that.
You're a box collector?
No, they're shoes.
Could I look?
Leave it!
A pair of very special shoes!
Don't touch, pour me a glass.
Could you be rational for a minute? What has she done that's wrong?
I'm not reproaching her.
No, not her.
She's from another century.
She is innocence itself.
She is purity.
She is chastity.
Chastity.
Lubricity.
Roland...
Yes?
Look at me.
And?
You see me?
Yes.
You see the door?
Yes.
Because I've heard enough from you.
Good...
I tried. And I failed.
Good evening. -- Good evening.
Do you like Bordeaux?
Ah, yes. Quite a lot.
A St.Emillion. Can I come over to your place to finish it?
To straightforward request, a straightforward reply.
Staircase B, 5'th door on the right.
Thank you.
See you soon.
Good day. -- Good day.
I would like a bouquet for a woman, but make it look as if it came from a man.
Yes. -- Red roses, right?
Yes, how many? A dozen?
Yes, that's the number of the apostles, not including Judas.
That one's pretty, that one too.
Good day. -- Again!?
Do I owe you something? --Nothing...or rather, yes, can I come in?
Yes.
You are Louise Leuven. I'm Ninon Courtois.
These are my roses. -- Yours?
Pardon.
Yes? -- Oh, again!
Excuse me.
Yes.
Thankyou. -- Good bye.
Good bye.
I know who these are from. -- You do?
There's a note.
"I am very sorry for this bad joke...
...When you understand it, perhaps I will be forgiven".
When I understand what?
What cheek!
He's full of it. -- Do you know him well?
Nobody knows him well.
There are too many people prowling around me. -- Yes, I know, Lucien...
Who's that?
Lucien, your guardian angel. -- My what.
That boy who follows you, he's working for your father.
Don't look at me like that, that's what he told me.
Paid for by papa?!
I'll make the tea.
This Roland, what a cockatoo! -- A regular toucan!
He's loco!
Milk or lemon? It makes me sick.
He wants to be forgiven. Lemon.
Forgiven? Out of the question. -- He no longer exists for me.
Or milk. Either one. -- Let's not talk about him any more.
I have a lemon.
Let's talk about something else. Or nothing, it's just as good.
We can talk about other things. -- We must talk about other things.
We know how to talk of things.
It's the ozone layer.
Or the banks of the Amazon.
The Blue Nile, the Yellow River.
(We're certainly not in France.)
There are those stormy nights.
Here in the countryside.
Caravaggio canvases.
With savage savages.
I'm not old enough. -- You are too modest.
Because I'm oddest.
What a terrible rhyme! -- I do it all the time.
Singly? -- Doubly.
I prefer a blue bouquet. -- High in the sky about midday.
I'll go up on the roof. -- To see who's on the hoof.
Sometimes I need to run. -- Must be too much sun.
Wonderful! Bees buzz. -- In zzummer, because...
It's Lady Liberty!
There's a flower. -- It's a mallow-mere
Just our luck! -- Who planted it here?
Tears are... -- Forgotten?
...all spilt. -- For years?
Where's the tea? -- What tea?
Seems like I forgot. -- To heat the pot.
You're the fly. -- In my soup.
You're the target. -- On the carpet
It was a game of piquet. -- That tempted Mallarmé
Don't be alarmed. -- Not "alarmed" but "Mallarmed".
Me, I am well-armed. -- And I, ill-loved.
Your hot tears leave me cold. -- Then I want to be warmed.
Warmed in the arms. -- Of a nice young man.
And why not? -- Don't have one!!
Good day. -- Good day.
You see, I'm looking...
I'm looking for a song. -- Yes?
But I don't know the title, and I don't know the singer.
I know some of the words, and I've a vague idea of the melody.
Can I sing it for you?
Go right ahead. -- Alright.
Wait...
I would do anything to find you again...
...my broken heart...
I know it's a bit ridiculous but...
...it's really important that I know...
...who songs that sing, I mean who sings that song.
Wait...
I would do anything to find you again...
...to meet you again and embrace you...
...with this heart of mine that was broken...
...when I lost you. -- Yes, now it comes to mind.
It used to be on the radio, I don't know where exactly.
It's not recent. -- I know that.
Yes, I think that the singer is called Sarah.
Sarah? Sarah who? -- Sarah.
Sarah and nothing else.
I don't know what she's done since that 45.
Nothing, I think.
In any case we don't have it.
Do you think I can get it as a laser disk?
As a CD?
It has to be a big hit before they release it on CD.
Oh well... -- Sorry.
Too bad.
Drop by again, you never know. -- Thank you.
Goodbye. -- Goodbye.
Louise.
The farce was atrocious, I admit it.
But you didn't die of it.
You are more resplendent than ever.
Thank you for the shock therapy.
You are a monster, Alfredo.
I can assure you we didn't know.
We thought that it was another of his roles.
You thought it droll?
Not droll, role, a role-play.
You know, "Dungeons and Dragons". Alfredo is an adept.
Cards.
One might say, an aficionado.
With the cards that deceived me, I will take my revenge.
In college I was considered an expert.
Another.
Really?
In that case, I'll take 3.
She's bluffing.
One.
Two cards.
Pass.
A thousand.
And another thousand.
And another two.
Four thousand.
And two thousand on top of that.
I'll see you.
Two thousand more.
Three thousand more.
I'll see you.
Me too.
And me.
My two boy friends.
Ace of Clubs, and Ace of Spades.
Nothing more?
Three jacks.
Too small, a royal flush.
Game over.
Not so quick.
My 2 boy friends have 3 girl friends.
A full house.
You've begun well.
So may it continue.
I bet two thousand!
Ninon!
Ninon, listen to me!
Are you a shy type?
And you, a feminine type?
Since we know each other, why keep our distance?
Do I frighten you?
The other time you did because you are--
Are you annoyed with me? -- No.
You're not the type to hold a grudge? -- No.
You're not very talkative. -- That's true.
And not the discreet type. Why are you following me?
I can't tell you. -- Try.
Because. -- Because what?
Because of my shapely bum.
No. Yes. I mean to say...
Oh la-la. What a bore you are! If I please you, say it!
I won't eat you.
Do I please you?
Yes.
One fine day you saw me in the street...
Yes.
And you fell madly in love with me.
Yes.
And that's why you follow me everywhere like a dummy.
Yes.
Yes, that's why I'm crazy...
...crazy about you. -- Liar! Spy!
It's because my father pays you to do it!
Yes, I'm paid by your father.
But with you, I'm completely at a loss.
It's true I'm crazy about you. It's true, and it's horrible.
Oh, but that changes everything.
That's right, stick the knife in.
No, I think you're sweet, you know. -- Don't say that, I'm not sweet.
You don't like that word? -- I'm not at all sweet.
So what should call you then? -- I don't know.
Dear heart? -- No.
Grumble-puss? -- No.
Cave-man? -- No.
Tender.
Somber.
That's better.
Mysterious darkness.
Precious silence.
Your velvet eyes have...
...for many days, already many days...
...have for many days broken into my soul...
...and into my heart...
...and filled my life with happiness.
Believe it or not, as you like, what difference will that make?
None.
That's how love is.
Love does that.
That's how it is.
If you want to hold my hand...
...then take, take it.
I am no longer lost in darkness.
The frost of that long sleep has lifted, I'm awake again.
Day has come, the sun glitters,
I could weep with happiness.
It's the day...
...in me.
Let's have a super meal. Will it be at "Laserre" or "Le Tour d'Argent".
At the Eiffel Tower, I've never been up there.
Alright, at the Eiffel Tower, close your eyes.
Ninon, do you think the flesh of a man would taste nice?
Depends who.
Yum, it's nice.
I think know who you're referring to.
It's so good, try this muscly bit.
Roland...
...grilled.
Roland...
...filleted.
Roland...
...roasted.
Roland...cut into bits.
Roland...
...broken...
...exploded.
Who'll go?
Not me. -- Nor me.
Not me, you. -- You.
Alright, we'll use the wishbone.
One, two, three.
It's you!
O.K., I'll go.
Hello?
It's him.
No.
Me?
Why?
Tomorrow morning, 9 o'clock, O.K.
Yes, yes.
What'd he say?
I'm going to see him. -- Why?
I don't know, but it's very serious.
Poor Roland.
-- Poor, poor Roland.
I find that very admirable, how you spring to her defense.
But frankly, it's not worth the trouble.
I did it solely to protect her.
You're joking? -- It's the truth.
Are you married to the truth, then? -- Married or not, that's how it was.
I improvised this picaresque adventure...
...to prevent her discovering something.
Something which could do her much harm.
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen. You treated me like a dog.
I don't believe a single word you've uttered.
Do you want proof? -- No, I'm not listening.
I don't like men who can't say what they think.
I like curious women who pretend indifference.
You have nothing to sell me, poor Roland.
What is it?
What Louise must learn sooner or later.
The truth about her father. -- What fibs are you spinning now?
You want proofs? Look.
Roland!
We have a mega problem
This is going to cost us a packet.
I don't see it as a problem, just add it to the next contract.
"June 1964, suicide of Professor Muller".
Her father wasn't called Muller, and he didn't commit suicide.
No, her father was in good health, but his company was plenty sick.
He is a complete shit, but Louise doesn't know it.
Read the letter, it's instructive.
It explains how they put the blame on Muller.
How do you know these documents tell the truth?
Read the newspaper clippings.
It was a big scandal, 30 years ago.
How did you find them?
They were all here, hidden in this escritoire.
A secret drawer is no secret to me.
Have you seen enough?
Then we'll put all the papers back.
They musn't lie around here.
Don't look at me like that...Promise me you won't breathe a word to Louise.
No, I can't promise you that.
And then what shall I do?
I don't know.
I'm not you.
Do you know the "Saloon"?
Not at all, what is it?
It's a kind of dance club.
Why should I know of it?
Because what you were humming a moment ago...
...is a melody sung by the owner of the club.
That's why I thought you must know the place.
Wait!
Come.
The woman who sings: what's her name?
She's called Sarah, why?
Sarah...What does she look like? Do I look like her at all?
Ressemble her? It's difficult to say. -- I would like to see her.
That's simple, she sings at the "Saloon" 3 rue Berenger.
3 rue Berenger.
Thank you so much.
Perhaps it's hard for you to understand, but I've had that song in my head...
...ever since I was very small - even before my birth.
Yes, yes it's true, I swear it.
Good day.
G'day.
Something wrong?
I'm fine... No, I'm not fine at all.
Why?
I've broken every rule there is in this line of work.
Like falling in love with the boss's daughter.
How did you know?
I know lots of things that you don't.
Are you afraid he'll find out and you'll get the sack?
No, not at all.
But I don't see how I can continue to do my job.
You know, your future father-in-law...
I mean your boss, Mr. Mathias Leuven...
You shouldn't allow him to impress you.
He's a crook, a real bastard, and even worse.
Mr. Leuven? -- Mr. Leuven, yes.
It happened during the 60's.
In 1964, to be exact.
He worked in a big laboratory.
He embezzled a fortune.
But someone else paid the price...
That person couldn't stand the strain, and killed himself.
I have proof, it's documented.
How come you know all this?
From someone who can't keep a secret.
He said that Louise would come to know sooner or later.
And that he would awaken her first.
Awaken her?
Perhaps that's not quite the right word.
He did it in a curious manner.
That's his problem.
But his problem has now become mine.
You have to bring out that memory, you and her.
Why me? Why are you telling me this?
Don't you want to know about the behaviour of the father of your fiancee.
Stop calling her that. She is not my fiancee.
She could become so with these documents.
I can't bring myself to use them.
Is it the word "blackmail" which frightens you? -- Not the word, but the act itself.
It's despicable, I can't do it, that's all.
Despicable? It's rather your boss who is despicable.
On the contrary it would be an act of justice.
You must have had some weird experiences to reason like that.
That's possible.
I didn't say that to hurt you. -- No.
You're right, it's the truth.
Anyway, I hope it will be over soon.
Finished with the lies. And the rest.
I'd do what's required for that.
And for Louise also.
Time to open her eyes, don't you think?
Don't know.
Well...
I thought I could help you out, but it seems like I've given you more trouble.
Goodbye.
Wait!
I want to know everything. In detail.
What can I get you? -- A whisky. A double whisky.
Thank you.
Tell me that it's a good week. -- A very good week.
Beer and whisky up 20%.
Tequilla is sold out.
You're very organized, Lise.
You really dropped from heaven. -- So it's sure you'll take me on?
Of course, since I told you so.
Great! Life is beautiful.
And what would I do without you?
Ah, yes!
Me, I'm a girl...
...a contrary girl.
I'll do it all...
...I do it all, all, but back to front.
When I ought to burst into tears...
...I laugh, like a bloody hyena.
That's how it is, can't help it.
I'm like that, I'm a contrary type.
But it's my life, darling,
It's just simply so complicated...
...in my transitory life.
Ah, yes!
Me, I'll be your lover, without hesitation.
But there's one little condition...
...that right way up, or upside down...
...you accept me as a...
...contrary girl.
That's how it is, can't help it.
I'm like that, I'm a contrary type.
In your arms, or by your side...
...right way up, or upside down...
...I'll be, if you want me, yes, darling...
...just simply your complicated lover...
...complicated, complicated...
...for your whole life.
Ah, yes!
It's crazy, it's crazy how complicated I am.
Ah, yes!
I am really so, so complicated.
Thank you.
I expected you earlier.
I'm leaving, Louise.
I wanted to see you one last time. Now I'm leaving.
What's the matter? Did I do something?
You, no. Not you.
Is there somebody else?
Ah, yes.
There has to be.
Someone else?
No.
You're the only one in my life.
You no longer love me, and you don't dare say it, is that it?
Honesty a la Swiss. -- No, unfortunately not.
I love you, that's the worst.
Wait, let's sum up.
You love me, there's no-one else, we've just got to know each other...
...and now you're going away.
What are you afraid of? -- Of you.
Want some tea?
I like making tea in this house, it's my passion.
No, no tea for me.
Would you prefer coffee? -- No.
I see...
I make you afraid.
Do I make you afraid?
Why? Because I'm my father's daughter? Is that why?
No. It's more serious than that.
Serious to the point that we can't see each other anymore?
Was your childhood a happy one?
Is it for a survey? -- No, it's for me.
The boarding school, the religious atmosphere, they aren't my best memories, but still...
What are you getting at?
What do you think of your father? -- He's my father, that's all.
He's not much fun to be with.
I hoped he would re-marry when mother...
But he said that I was all he needed, and I believed him.
Yes, that's what I thought.
You don't have anything stronger than tea? It's horrible.
The tea?
No, that you adore him, that you admire him.
Such an impeccable man.
Always with the correct tie, the correct jacket.
You have something against ties?
Yes, I've got something against ties, I've got a lot against them.
Especially when they're around the neck of someone...
...who should be behind bars.
Yes, I'm talking about your father.
No, I'm not crazy. -- I didn't say you were.
But I said it, and now you will hate me for it.
But I don't understand.
Papa is a Swiss financier.
He's not a saint, but it's a bit over the top to say that he belongs in prison.
I knew you wouldn't believe me.
I can't even show you the documents, Roland has them.
Roland? -- Yes.
They are the proof that your father is a fraudster.
It's been bugging me ever since we met.
And I did the one thing that I should never have done: tell you about it.
But I couldn't keep it to myself, I couldn't.
Forgive me.
Oh, hell.
Farewell.
Lucien... -- What?
We're going to do as follows.
First, I'm going to sit here.
Then you're going to calm down...
...and tell me everything.
Whatever it is, you'll tell me all. And then, afterwards...
...we'll make love.
Yes, here on this divan.
Ah, my favorite night bird. You came through the window?
That's my business.
Don't look at me with those accusing eyes, I feel like I'm transparent.
That would be a good thing. It would have saved me a lot of trouble.
But as it happens, I'm not accusing you.
Me neither, but all the same you're looking at a broken man.
However I won't tell you my banking problems.
We're not yet quits.
And I hoped to make you cry.
You know lots of things about me. More than I do myself.
Is that what frightens you?
Did you want to protect me?
You feel, what? Responsible? Responsible for me?
That's a bit thick.
I'm not a child, I'm not ill.
I walk, I think, I live like anybody else.
So why did you need to do that?
Why did treat me like that?
I acted badly, I agree. Now you've had you're revenge, OK.
What more do you want?
You know very well.
I told you, I don't blame you.
I'm a bit disappointed in you, but that doesn't matter.
The little liars are always the most disappointing.
Let's agree that you're right, we won't talk about it anymore.
Yes, professor, I'll learn.
I've come to look for something which belongs to me.
Which belongs to you? -- Yes, which belongs to me.
You've got everything except my shirt.
No, it's over Roland. We're not playing any more. That game's over.
It seems you're into melodrama now, or maybe you were before as well.
I tell you, I know everything, everything about my father.
Give me the envelope.
What envelope?
A thick envelope from Switzerland dated 1967 with documents inside.
Where is this envelope? You're not making sense.
Abracadabresque, as Arthur would say.
Abracadra or not, you have the papers, give them to me immediately.
"Abracadabresque" is a very nice poem: "The Buffoon's Punishment".
"The Buffoon's Punishment" Yes, that suits you very well.
The papers.
You must have dreamt them.
What papers? You want papers?
I'm drowning in paper.
Go on, take the lot, in those cabinets.
Bills, archives, invoices, contracts, carbon copies.
Take them, deliver me from them, I couldn't ask for anything better.
Why are you such a jackass?
Do you imagine that you're doing good?
What do you know about it? Give me those papers, it's my life.
Who I am, where I'm from, and where I go, it's me who decides.
And then, you talk too much.
You treat me like a plaything.
And you don't even know me.
You, with your lynx-like airs...
...or those of a living sphinx...
...and your leonine ways they attract me, but they drive me crazy!
The past has come looking for me.
I must know the truth.
I don't believe you, is that clear?
Be honest with me, or you are lost.
That's not funny.
I agree, it's not funny.
Yes?
Louise Leuven.
It's for you. -- For me?
Hello?
Alright.
I'll be there.
You again?
Don't play the innocent.
I know you took the papers, because it couldn't have been anyone else.
I'm not blaming you.
You might well have done it with good intentions. And besides, it's my fault.
I don't need to justify my actions. Why should I?
No, I don't blame you. But nevertheless, you must return them to me.
It's not a game, it's a serious matter.
Don't look at me as if I was an idiot.
Don't underestimate me.
My only mistake was to have taken a fancy to you.
That's a stupid thing to say, because in fact...
...I'm not pretending.
It's obvious that you have an effect on me.
That sounds even worse.
But you've taken advantage of me, and I find that frankly--
Roland. -- No, this time I won't go.
Roland...
Sit down.
Close your eyes.
Close...your...eyes.
Alright, I'll close my eyes, but... -- And be quiet.
Wait for me.
Good evening.
How are you?
Everything OK, as usual?
Good evening to you both.
You were fantastic, yesterday evening.
I was really moved, you know? It's the truth.
Thankyou. And for me too, it was wonderful.
The evening has just begun...
...but I'm sure that it will be magical.
We'll see.
I've got a new song I want to try out?
Tell me what you think of it. -- Go ahead, it's all yours.
These melancholy days are sweet.
Days which play out under leaden skies.
Days where one's feelings hardly stir.
But hidden inside each somber day...
...there is a tranquil melody.
A song which continually says "goodbye"...
...which grips the heart, and says...
...cherish sorrow, while you can.
A simple melody sung by a sad child.
A song by Cole Porter...
...weaves a nostalgic reverie.
A Cole Porter song...
...and one so true, it makes tears fall...
...and fall again.
That's what we live for, these blue melodies.
And so we dream.
A melody a la Cole...
...brings joy and tenderness.
And when the kohl...
...is darkened by a drunken tear...
...What sweet caress!
Nobody here.
A long sad sigh, this languid breath...
...escapes my lips.
Thankyou.
Your move.
"Night and day, I've got you under my skin."
"Let's fall in love, but don't fence me in."
To satisfy our wildest desires...
...and suffer no lasting injury.
Tears which come and go.
Each note brings with it a memory...
...to add to the pentagram of our sighs...
It's good to live through sadness...
...with such sweet delicacy.
A Cole Porter song...
...weaves nostalgic reveries
A Cole Porter song...
...a song so true it makes the tears fall...
...and fall again.
That's what we live for, these blue melodies.
And so we dream.
A melody a la Cole...
...brings joy and tenderness.
And when the kohl...
...is darkened with a drunken tear...
...what sweet caress!
A long sad sigh, this languid breath.
A Cole Porter song...
Did you know?
No.
Did you peep?
No.
Do you despise me?
No.
And now, what must I do?
That's for you to decide, Ninon.
Little darling, are you alright?
Are you well? In good health?
Yes, as usual. Why?
Perhaps I shouldn't tell you, but...
What shouldn't you tell me?
I hired a young man to protect you.
And he has just returned my last cheque, together with an incomprehensible note.
You have no complaint concerning him?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I don't need anyone to protect me, papa.
But this boy, Louise?
Do you remember the Luxemburg Gardens
There are people who play chess.
And over the other side...
...they play tennis.
When I went by the other day...
...I saw a little girl...
...8 or 10 years old, not more.
But, Louise... -- Let me finish, papa.
Well, this little girl...
...very pretty, with green eyes...
...I saw her win at chess with a man.
And afterwards...
...when I went by again, I saw her playing tennis with somebody else...
...and she beat him too.
I heard him call her "Louise".
That's odd, don't you think?
Yes, it's odd, but I mean to say...
What's that noise?
It's nothing, papa.
When will you come?
I have to go out, kisses.
Me too, I kiss you. And when will you come?
Come in Lucien, it's open.
Am I disturbing you?
No, you're not.
Were you talking to yourself?
I had a bit to drink.
Would you like something?
I want to get drunk with you all night.
I'm cold.
I feel naked.
The kingdom of my childhood has crumbled.
I had a crown on my head.
And now, no longer.
You read the papers?
There are no papers.
They never existed.
Everything was false? -- Everything was true.
Everything is real.
When I touch this chair...
...it is real.
I touch you.
You are real.
Louise...
I love you so much.
From the beginning, I did everything back to front.
Say nothing.
Be quiet.
Upside down...
...and right way up.
Yes? -- Hello.
Good day.
I've come about the room, I telephoned earlier.
Yes, come in.
What's your name again? -- Ida. Ida Masson.
Your bag looks very heavy, don't you want to put it down?
No, it's nearly empty.
I'll show you the room? -- Yes.
Coming?
Are you a student? -- No, I'm working.
I work in the Museum of Decorative Arts.
Where's that? -- In the rue de Rivoli.
Next to that horrible statue of Joan of Arc. Gilded all over.
You can use the kitchen as much as you want.
The same goes for the bathroom.
Would that be in the morning, or in the evening? <
What?
The bathroom, in the morning or evening?
Ah! In the morning.
That's good, because I prefer the evenings....
...after my performance.
Look, a cat.
Yes, I have two.
I don't know where the other one is.
You like cats? -- Yes, I have one.
He's called Henri. -- Henri Quatre?
I hope they'll get on.
It's nice to have a garden like this in Paris.
Really nice.
Yes, it's sad that no one uses it.
To tell the truth, one of the reasons I'm letting the room is to have a bit of company.
Would you like something to drink? -- Yes, thankyou.
Some tea, a beer?
A glass of orange perhaps? -- Yes, thank you.
Don't pay attention to those old things.
Thank you.
There was a time when I painted a lot.
But that was long ago.
Ancient history.
Do you know Nemours? -- Nemours? The city?
Yes, I must have passed through it on a couple of occasions.
But a long time ago.
Why? -- No reason.
I lived there a long while.
So you're not a true Parisian? -- No.
Me neither.
I've only been here 3 months.
Well, do you like the room?
Yes, a lot.
But I'm not sure that I'll take it. -- Oh, really?
Why not?
I don't want to throw you out, but it's getting late.
I have to get ready for my performance.
Many thanks. -- You're welcome.
Give me a ring.
I'll think about it.
Goodbye, madame. -- Goodbye, my little Ida.
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