#Who knows#
Stop. French spoken here.
I'm home, my tongue, I'm fine.
No, it's not that fine.
I'm fine, not fine, not fine, I'm fine.
I'd just like to have stage fright,
that's all, not that much to ask,
instead of fear, ridiculous, ridiculous, and foul.
And why, why, why?
I looked for your blue kimono everywhere.
It's not in the basket or in the trunk.
I think you left it in Torino.
You were supposed to mend it. There, on the shoulder, I'm sure.
I cherish that kimono.
Where's the bathroom? - At the end of the hall.
You didn't give it to me.
Find it. Please.
Well, right or left?
Is Ugo done? I need to speak to him.
I don't know.
I heard reservations are low.
Did you see? Fosco is being coy!
You know where his office is? A bit soon chasing him, no?
How do you like the theatre? Nice, isn't it? Like it?
I keep getting lost,
as if I were in a foreign land.
A good set up. Traditional.
I like it very much.
A bit red for me.
Not for me!
What's wrong Camille?
Why do you ask?
These past two days, you seem tense.
Is it Paris? - Maybe.
Coming back for the first time,
after all this time.
How long has it been?
Two years? No. Three years.
Three years, yes.
To top it off,
playing in Paris,
in Italian, an Italian author, an Italian company.
You won't answer?
You answer.
She wants to have a drink with you.
So? - Fine. I'm fine.
No, don't speak to me.
I don't want to talk.
And this? - That yes.
Pierre?
Who's there? Is that you Ugo?
Pierre, what a joke,
I really should calm down.
I knew it would happen, it was coming.
Should have said no, not a chance, not Paris.
Even three years later, I can't.
I cannot.
That's that.
Breathe,
breathe.
My chest is blocked, my temples are pounding.
It's horrible.
If you hadn't loved me so,
I wouldn't feel so bad.
If only I had explained,
but I couldn't explain.
One cannot love so much, it's inhuman.
He's a monster.
I don't want to see him.
Ready?
We're on!
Paris, here we come!
End it? Are you mad? - I won't even appear.
Go to the door, listen
if she's coming up alone.
Wait! I hear her shouting!
Maybe she's sending them off. - They're all drunk.
Someone was following them. - Give me that gun!
No, I don't plan to use it. I'll keep it, in my pocket.
Give it to me! - Leave me alone!
Do you hear?
It's up to you, Signora, to get a hold on your life again!
My life? What life?
Of Signora Lucia, with your husband.
Have you forgotten? - No, I haven't forgotten!
This man is still looking for his wife after ten years?
His Cia.
Yes, Signora. His Cia!
Does he really think she can be the same?
If you want to, Signora.
After ten years, the same?
After all that has past, the same?
He's mad! The proof: she's never returned.
If you want to now, Signora.
If I want to?
Yes, to flee from myself.
Remember nothing.
Empty my whole being.
Yes, mind you:
a body to be just a body.
You say it's hers, in her likeness?
I no longer feel myself, I no longer care.
I no longer know how to live.
A body,
a body without a name,
waiting for someone to take it.
Yes indeed, if he must recreate me,
give a new soul
to this body.
His Cia?
His Cia.
Let him take it, and put his memories in it, his own.
A beautiful life,
a new life.
I am but despair!
Signora, I rush to call him.
No one calls from my house!
I shall call! - No, wait.
I'll go. I'll call.
And we shall see.
Let's be serious!
A body without a name.
I knew it, I knew it.
I don't need you, I don't want to see anyone.
Is something wrong?
Thanks. - What for? - The blank.
Without you, I'd still be there.
I thought it was ironic. - What?
The thanks.
I'll be fine.
I'm sure of it, Camille.
Come, Salter!
Boffi, remember to send all my things.
Is the car outside? I'll go out like this!
Like this.
Let's go.
No wait.
It's more whim than drama.
Ugo, I must speak to you. - I have to rush.
We just got the fax from the bank.
The first deposit didn't arrive.
I'm out of cash for the per deums.
They're ready to explode.
Reservations are disastrous. Only a third of the house.
What do we do? - Pray to the Madonna.
Have you seen Miss Renard?
She came in ten minutes ago.
What happened, Camille, what's wrong?
Forgive me. - That's all you can say?
I've never seen this. Leaving before the bow, opening night.
Even if you didn't like it, it's insulting!
To whom? - The public, me,
the company, everyone.
I didn't want to insult anyone.
I felt bad, it happens. - That's not enough.
I need an explanation.
I can't explain.
You can't, or don't want to?
Can't I help you?
All I can say is I will try.
I promise, it won't happen again.
You won't tell me more? - No,
I can't.
I'm tired, that's all.
Just tired, or...
tired...?
I'm not very proud of myself.
I'm ashamed.
So,
what are you going to do?
Sleep.
Then,
goodnight.
If you need me, I'm here.
Sorry.
Out already?
Charming.
Better and better.
Where could he have gone, that bum?
It mustn't,
I can't,
it must not,
I must not,
it can't go on like this.
I must see him.
I'll call.
No, I'll go.
I'd rather see him before talking.
See him. To see him?
I’ll see.
Shall I go?
Excuse me, I'd like...
May I help you? - Do you work here?
No, you look a bit lost. What are you looking for?
It's about Goldoni. An 18th century Italian author.
I know Goldoni, even if the 18th and theatre aren't my thing.
Nor Italy? - On the contrary, but ancient.
Are you Italian? - How did you guess?
Want me to help you?
Come. Here you have the stacks: the Rondel deposit,
the Douay deposit.
Careful not to drop them.
Write the references on your card,
and wait in the reading room.
Thanks for helping me.
It's nothing. Good luck.
It's dangerous.
Hello. - Yes hello.
May I help you? - Excuse me. Am I at Pierre Mauduit's?
He's out. - Oh, he's out.
Thank you. Goodbye.
May I take a message?
No.
Thank you. Goodbye.
Find what you were looking for?
I don't think it can be found.
And you? - A cinch for me.
I'm not in foreign territory, I'm polishing up.
What is it? - What is what?
Your Goldoni.
It's a play, never published, which he wrote
in Paris and gave to a friend.
I'm keeping you from your work.
No, I'm fine. Go on. - That's it, the play is called
"Il Destino Veneziano".
This is why I'm skeptical,
not very Goldonian for a title.
It is rather how do you say apocrifo?
Apocryphal.
Well, it might be a hoax, but...
if it does exist, if it's real,
I would go crazy.
Now you know everything. - So, it's a manuscript?
It might still be with the offspring
of Goldoni's friend. If they're alive.
There are autograph merchants.
They might know.
Well, that's in case... It's kind of you to tell me.
I will see you,
you won't be there.
No. I won't see you,
you will be there.
I won't see you, you won't be there.
No. You will be there, I shall
Yes.
I see him,
he's there.
Hello Pierre.
Hello Camille.
In three years, I thought
you'd have changed your habits.
No, no, same morning prayer on the same bench.
What's wrong? - Nothing.
As you can see, I'm in Paris.
I see. - I'm not staying,
we leave for Vienna next week.
You like that life, I guess.
I like that life, absolutely.
And you came to tell me.
I went by your home.
To say hello. - Won't you sit?
Sonia told you I was here?
Her name is Sonia. I love her very much.
Been together for two years.
I'm happy to see you.
Won't you sit?
Did you publish your thesis?
No, it's really a state thesis.
It goes on for years. I'm not done with the old bugger.
Heidegger. - You remember?
I think I even remember the title.
A bit complicated
"Heidegger coma the pre Socratic
to the new German thought".
More or less. - The title has changed. It's shorter.
"Heidegger, the jealous one".
Hell! - Isn't it? Sit down.
No, I can't.
I'm glad I saw you.
I was pleased.
Shall we kiss?
We kiss.
Your wife is pretty. A good person.
I printed the last modifications.
I was about to reread it, before dumping it.
Very funny. I read it. - And?
And
first a kiss.
It's good.
You think so, or is it to encourage me?
To encourage you to sort it out.
How do you find yourself in this mess?
And what does it mean,
Gelassenheit?
Impassivity.
So, why don't you put "impassivity"?
"There is a history of impassivity, by which man became an animal
open to the world, etc."
It's still incomprehensible, but less
Less pretentious, you're right.
I'll fix and reprint it?
With the German word in parentheses.
I love you.
Someone came to see you.
A woman.
What did she want?
She didn't say.
To see you. I think she was your ex.
Yes, Camille.
In fact, I'm sure of it.
Did she say anything?
Didn't have a chance to talk.
You don't look surprised.
You have always seen these eyes of Cia?
Yes, these eyes!
They are not the same? - Yes, the same!
These are the same, not those!
A bit green. - What green, they're blue!
For you, green.
For you, blue.
And for Bruno, look: grey, with black lashes.
Even the painter had his word.
"The real eyes of Cia".
Try to define them,
even using a portrait!
Dear Pierre.
My dear Pierre.
Pierre,
I forgot...
stupidly,
no, today I forgot...
to tell you
that if you want
to see
the show,
I'll leave
two tickets
at the counter,
for tomorrow night,
and the other nights.
If you want to come, come,
but don't come if you don't want to.
Come in, it's here. - Sorry. - Excuse me.
I prepared an isograph of your author.
An isograph? What is it?
A sample of the writing which allows experts to discern real from fake.
People come from around the world.
For the letter G: Gobineau, Goethe.
This is a photocopy. Keep it.
I made it for you.
A letter he might have written to Mr. Vernet.
Yes, Nicolas Vernet.
He helped Goldoni, when he was in Paris.
Look at your isograph,
It could be to him.
And the trifle he speaks of,
it could be the play.
What play?
A ghost play, unpublished,
which Goldoni might have given to Mr. Vernet, to thank
his generosity.
I'm set on finding it, and be the first to direct it.
One can dream.
Indeed.
Mr. Bassani.
I shouldn't advise you, but it I were in your shoes,
and I had an unpublished play...
What would you do?
I know someone who has a manuscript poem of Rimbaud.
Only the last two stanzas
were published.
I guarantee the public won't discover the beginning.
I understand.
You think so?
You're telling me:
"My best wishes to you.
"Find the work.
You know people who would pay a fortune
if the work remains unpublished.
But if I put up a show?
Hello, the ticket counter?
Good evening, this is Camille Renard.
I just wanted to know, I left two seats in care of Mauduit.
Only one person? Man or woman?
Man, of course.
Why, of course? - No reason.
So, if they arrive, I bring them in? Yes, yes, bring them in!
It's useless. Go! Useless,
useless but not important.
I just want to tell you
I was with you for four months.
Look at me!
In the eyes, deep inside my eyes!
They've stopped looking for me.
They are no longer mine,
not even to look at myself.
They've been like this, like this,
in your eyes for ever
that they may see, through yours,
an image of me,
as you saw me.
I came here, gave myself to you,
totally, I told you: I'm here, I'm yours.
Make me, make me
as you desire me.
You waited for me for ten years?
Do as if nothing happened!
I am yours again, and no longer mine,
nor to the life I lived. No, I have no memories, nothing.
Give me yours!
All those you kept of her before!
I, Cia!
I am Cia!
I alone! I! Not the one
who was, and.
What was it?
To be? To be is nothing!
To be is to make oneself! And I became her!
You have understood nothing!
There's no one left.
You plan to spend the night here?
Is something wrong?
No, nothing.
You look your usual a bit haggard.
No, it's nothing, I'm just a bit...
I invited someone, I'm surprised he didn't come up.
He must have hated it.
Who was it? - You don't know him.
Him.
Are you sure he came?
No matter.
Shall we go?
Go on, I'll join you.
It's him? - Yes.
I'll meet you at the bistro. No, at the hotel.
I can wait.
Go ahead, I'll meet you at the hotel.
I must say I found you magnificent.
Thanks.
Sonia couldn't come?
Will you have a drink?
I have to meet Ugo.
His name is Ugo.
Walk with me a bit.
You said magnificent to be polite...
I'm short on superlatives.
And I was seated a bit far,
you were in a kind of light,
you radiated, yes, the word
I was looking for: radiated.
It was strange, for me, at least.
That aside, did you understand, more or less?
Yes, everything.
Well, almost.
It's about rekindling a love.
No matter who does the work.
Or.
Or what?
Nothing.
Whatever, you were magnificent.
What was her name again?
She has no name. In the text, she's the Ignota,
the Unknown.
You're a magnificent unknown.
You know, I never forgot you.
Three years, and not a day without thinking of you.
I don't want to know.
We'd like to have you for dinner.
It's Sonia's idea. Is it possible?
Maybe Monday, our night off.
I'll have to talk to Ugo.
After tomorrow, perfect. Ugo. He's the director?
Yes, he directs the company.
And you live with him?
Monday at what time? - Normal time, eightnine.
Come the two of you.
Everything normal then? - Everything normal.
See you on Monday.
Come in.
I'm not sleeping.
You didn't go with the others?
I was waiting for you.
To tell me what?
You have something to tell me, no?
So, it's him?
Yes. - Him who?
Him, Pierre...
Pierre Mauduit.
French, Parisian,
professor of philosophy,
married, maybe.
or living with a certain Sonia.
That's all for the personal details.
He's a good person.
By the way, Pierre and Sonia invited us to dinner on Monday.
After tomorrow? - Yes. I accepted.
Without asking me?
I said I'd talk to you. It's what I'm doing.
What is he to you, that Pierre?
I lived with him before,
before I
I lived with him when I was in Paris.
He liked the play very much
As if he understood everything.
He's not a bore, you know.
He's a good man. And he liked the play.
You lived with him how long?
Two years. Almost two years.
But not quite.
No, not quite.
Fine.
Where are you sleeping?
Next door.
I want to sleep.
Me too. I'll sleep.
What did it do to you to see him?
You still love him? - No.
I'm sure of it.
Am I at Madame Desprez'?
Mother!
Hello Madame. Ugo Bassani.
I called. - Yes, yes. I know.
Marie Pierre Desprez. - Delighted.
Come in, come in, please.
You didn't get lost?
Great!
I just put a cake in the oven.
I'm experimenting in pastry.
It's not very cultural. - It is cultural it smells very good.
Thank you.
What can I give you? - Nothing.
A bit of port? - No thank you.
The Nicolas Vernet library
has become a legend for me.
The thought of entering it my heart beats.
Few people know it's here.
How did you find us?
I met the right people.
Here you are!
To me, it's a pile of dust.
Sorry, it always happens, I suffocate.
These papers are bugs' nests!
Come back as often as you want,
but without me.
My first husband would turn in his grave.
He was a Delamarche,
his grandmother was a Vernet.
This library he spent his life in it,
more time than with me,
but I swore I wouldn't touch it.
It's from his great grandparents,
and all that is Vernet.
Your first husband's ancestor,
he was
a magnicient man a great
how do you say?
Bibliophile! - Yes, I know.
He amassed treasures.
If it were up to Georges my second husband,
everything would be sold, and I'd be rich!
But I am absurdly and revoltingly loyal.
The manuscripts are classified.
My daughter knows better,
she sniffs around at times.
She's a real literary person.
Not like my son, Arthur, from my first marriage.
My daughter is from the second marriage.
She's a Desprez!
Do you have any children? - No.
I must check my cake.
Go ahead, don't be shy, go and rummage.
Excuse me. - What for?
I don't know, I.
These old books, are fascinating,
but once they're opened, it's a dismay.
I didn't say hello before. Arthur Delamarche.
Ugo Bassani, I am... - Yes, I heard.
So, did you find it? - Not yet, but...
You're hopeful? - Always.
My eldest son, Arthur.
You never hear him come in, or leave. A real cat.
I'll never get used to it.
Staying for dinner? - I don't know.
You need money.
I always need money, mother.
But first I'll have a drink. Ugo?
Why not.
See you soon.
Excuse me. My mother said this belongs to you.
Thank you. So you are the daughter...
Dominique, they call me Do. - How funny.
Will you walk with me?
No, I can't, I have to work.
On ancient Rome? - Yes, ancient and modern.
Will you help me? - How?
Sniffing out the secrets of the library.
I'll try. - Thanks.
See you tomorrow.
In position.
Look at your hand.
Away from the bar.
Back straight. Very good ElÇonor and Agathe.
Second position.
Arched back.
Heels back.
Third position.
ElÇonor, no yawning, class is almost over.
No one enters before the end of class.
I love you too much, I need to be close to you.
Stop joking.
Arms in a crown.
Class is finished. In position for the bow.
I wasn't joking.
I don't believe a word you say.
You don't respect anything. Nothing.
But you, I respect. - Me?
You accosted me in that bookstore,
you haven't ceased to shock me.
You outrageously tried to pick me up, openly disregarding the man I love.
You call that respect?
You remind me of someone I knew before.
Really... Who?
Someone who is dangerous.
Very well girls.
There must be some kind of order.
Must have been. But when?
Who knows.
No, that's not it.
I can't find it.
"Il Destino Veneziano"
Is it really the title, are you sure?
According to my sources. If only it were in alphabetical order,
and at the letter D...
A treasure, it has to be hidden.
What's wrong? Why are you staring at me?
I think you're handsome.
No, I'm joking.
Well, no.
You have shadows under the eyes.
Tired?
This tour is harder and harder.
Mother and I plan to go tomorrow, it's not full?
Far from it, unfortunately.
I'm delighted you are coming.
She'll ask me to translate, explain everything.
There will be "shhs" all around us.
I baked cookies.
Care for some? - Bless you, mother.
No thanks, we're working.
I hope she didn't hear me.
Luckily, she hears nothing, sees nothing.
She's right, it protects her. - Protects her from what?
Everything.
Weird things happen here.
In this room.
Things come and go.
Things?
May I help?
We don't need you. Let us work.
I'm watching over you. I had a sleepless night,
I was cleaned out, I'm dead.
I need consolation.
You know each other? - Yes, we met yesterday.
And you? You know each other?
What's it to you?
I'll have coffee in the kitchen. I need to talk to you.
He bugs me.
I think I bug him too. - It's not you.
It's you being with me. - Really?
He's not my brother, he's my halfbrother.
He has no rights over me.
When I was little, we were very close.
What? Flowers? - I shouldn't have?
It's not the first time you come.
Coming here?
Yes, it's the first time.
Good evening.
Excuse me, wet hands, from cooking.
Astromerias, how lovely.
You switched the living room and dining room.
Not me, Sonia.
Sit down.
Are you alone?
Ugo is coming on his own,
I was hoping
I thought he'd be here. - I hope he won't be long.
You hope?
I mean, I think.
I'll get the wine.
How is the play going?
Alright.
It's been a while since you've been in Paris.
Three years.
It must seem odd. - A bit.
Your ring is beautiful.
It's my engagement ring.
With Pierre?
My previous life.
Another life. Very different.
Is this your thesis? - No, my nightmare.
I mean, my class.
Still at Poitiers?
Transferred to Rennes. That's not the worst part.
Two days a week, it shouldn't be hard,
but you know how I am.
If you haven't forgotten.
Finicky. - Conscientious.
I can't rush, I'd feel dishonest.
I waste a lot of time, and the backlog increases,
I curse the CNRS, the ministry,
and that sense of duty which enslaves me to the school system.
A corpse in the State's service,
while the world waits to be freed by me
I'm boring you. - Not at all.
You aren't listening.
I'm just wondering about Ugo.
He should be here, I hope he's not lost.
Can't you forget your Ugo for five minutes?
It's not that late.
Your glass is empty.
It's the third, it's delicious,
I must stop.
I'll go.
I just wanted to say.
I am so happy you're here.
I believe you. Hurt yourself?
You're not happy? - Yes I am.
Not really. - Pierre, I'd just like.
Say you're happy. - May I?
I am happy. May I go?
Excuse me.
Hasn't changed much after all.
I almost moved all the furniture,
and even changed the rooms.
I'm a bit fengshui. - A bit much.
I felt it would be cruel for you. So I gave up.
You are what? - Fengshui, Chinese geomancy.
The art of organizing the environment.
I can't stand that stuff. The older I get, the more Western I get.
More European, Latin. Further and further West.
I had bad times before I met Pierre,
I got over it through yoga, fengshui, and dance.
I did a bit of dance, I kept it up,
the rest I quit.
Why do you say "a bit"?
You still do. - A bit.
I have a group of students. Very talented little girls,
they give me a lot, and I hope I give them back a bit.
I too went through a difficult period.
I didn't need yoga, qingong,
what not.
I met you, that's all. - Yes, yes.
I can say it three times. What I say three times is true.
In my experience, everyone goes through hard times.
When I speak of hard times, I mean hell.
I wallowed in a pond of sulfur, and I thought if I saw
the one who dunked me,
my very gaze would turn her into ashes.
You dream up things, when you are in hell.
It's dumb huh?
But after so much suffering...
I began to understand,
I thought it out, everything.
But
hell the real one,
does one ever leave it?
I'm the living proof.
Ugo is asking you if you really left it.
I had locked myself into a position
where I was oppressor and oppressed.
I understood that jealousy
is a dictatorship, or as Malaparte says:
"Dictatorship is the supreme form of jealousy".
Yes, your compatriot.
It's the epigraph to my thesis.
It sums up the incantations
of the old man of the Black Forest,
even if he seems to say the opposite,
an opening to the soul, truth as unveiling.
Sonia, tell me to stop.
I could go on till dawn. Then again, Heidegger
Why did I get on to him?
You were speaking of hell.
What did you want to say before? - When, before?
In the cab, just before we arrived.
Sorry, I don't remember.
I'm sure you remember very well.
Really how come? - Because.
For three hours you did your usual act,
judging with that superior air,
setting up your blow. - What blow?
Mama yourself!
First, you arrive late. Very late.
As if it were on purpose.
Second,
as soon as you get there, you become the MC,
in an exasperating way. - And third
I find Sonia most appealing.
I don't doubt it.
Thanks to you, the dinner was a catastrophe.
I don't agree. I had a good time.
Not me. - No, why not?
I was ashamed of you.
I was ashamed all evening.
I'm sorry. I'm an actor.
Not a University professor.
Don't be a hypocrite.
Taking that superior air.
Unbearable! - Really?
Perfectly!
As in: "This guy is weird".
He is not weird, he was ill at ease,
it's normal. You're not normal!
You don't say anything? - Not when you're in that state.
I'm waiting for you to calm down.
You can wait!
Paris is getting to you.
You are getting to me! Let me go!
Forgive me.
It's all my fault.
I never should have...
It's not a tragedy, you know.
I assure you...
Maybe you had too much to drink...
Don't you think?
Is it Hebrew or Phoenician?
More like "Fibulian". - And what is "Fibulian"?
The language of safety pins.
For my thesis, want to know the title?
"History of the fibula in the Orient,
Greece, and Rome in Antiquity
in Italian and American film.
The fibula is the brooch
which holds the two sides of the peplos,
there, on the shoulder.
You're smart! - I'm Roman.
I like togas, pleats, drapÇs.
I wore quite a few, as Titus, Corialanus.
Do you want to move on?
Let's go.
Careful, it's fragile.
The irillia, the scorpion, one with wings,
the cone shaped, the Jezerine, with hidden springs,
the peacock tail, with bows.
with a lock between two plates:
zoomorphic brooches, for the British.
And so forth up to the Merovingians.
Unfortunately the gods are furious
and lash out at this new love.
Andromeda flees.
Philip looks for her everywhere,
in hell, in the cities in ruin,
in the desert, everywhere!
He becomes the hero at Marathon.
Theocritus tries to stop him
but he manages to organize
a resistance against Darius...
Theocritus dies in battle, really!
Philip finds Andromeda,
and Athens finds real peace.
Really, you have never seen it?
I didn't find the cassette, Arthur saw it.
Arthur is really your brother?
Half.
As long as he's not your husband.
You have a girl in this class? - Excuse me?
No. Too young for that.
You must be an older sister.
No daughter, no sister.
So you're a dancer? - Neither.
You could be.
There. Close in front.
And a small bow to finish.
But little by little she discovers
what she thought
was a marriage of love
was of convenience
with tangled family ties.
So loathing arises.
You don't speak. Am I boring you?
No. I'm fine.
I'm sad.
You can't be sad, I'm here with you.
You are lucky.
To have met you, indeed.
To be someone else every night.
And never really serious.
I wanted to tell you
I'm a bit embarrassed about last night.
Why? You had nothing to do with it.
It was rather funny.
You really think so?
When Pierre gets started, it's hard to stop him.
He's mad.
Precisely.
I know what you were to him.
Pierre hides nothing from me.
I wasn't surprised.
I am surprised.
Surprised by you.
By me?
Yes, I don't know...
Your calm, if you will.
Am I being too frank?
No.
Still, I feel I have,
without wanting, disturbed...
your tranquility.
It's not to find my own that
I wanted to see you.
Maybe if. Don't worry.
I wasn't disturbed.
I am very happy to have met you.
I don't know what else to say.
Excuse me, I must give up the room.
Excuse me.
Good bye.
Another time, perhaps
Call me before.
I'll go!
Will you kindly understand you are mistaken and leave?
The Signora knows I am not mistaken.
As long as you do not call my husband.
Signora, your husband. - Be done with this husband!
You told me he was dead. - The Signora lied.
Thank you, Sir, for this affirmation.
Thank God!
You lied?
Wait before thanking God.
I thank you for the satisfaction you give me by affirming
so strongly the right I have to lie despite the life I've led.
You want me to account for my lies? Account for your own!
I never lied! - You?
We do just that, all of us!
Four years ago, I could've lost someone who wasn't my husband.
If it's him, he's changed his voice.
He's playing a part, mother.
Tell us a bit of the story,
it would be interesting to know.
And hence learn some truth,
on this Signora Lucia I am to be.
Listen, listen...
Allow me to speak to you,
face to face!
Not face to face
in front of him.
I'd like him to know.
Excuse me. I'll wait.
I'm coming.
She's the actress? She is very pretty.
She speaks French without an accent.
Mother, she's French.
Camille Renard.
So she's bilingual, I admire that.
I'll tell her. And you Dominique?
It was beautiful.
Honestly? - I'll tell you tomorrow.
Pierre? - Is that you, Camille?
We have to see each other.
I want to talk to you. - I want to see you too.
What is wrong? Is it urgent, urgent?
We have to talk it over, I need to, I can't go on like this.
Talk about what? - You know very well.
May I see you?
Right now, I have a lot of work.
I'm off to Rennes tomorrow. I have to prepare.
Are you alone? - Yes.
Sonia is at her practice bar. - I'm coming.
Now, right away? - Yes.
Yes, come.