THE RED AND THE BLACK
A novel: it is a mirror that is taken along a path - Saint-Real
In my soul and conscience, as President of this court,
I have made, gentlemen, a summary of these discussions.
You be the judge.
Some think that the age of this young man
and a certain mad passion
could be, for him, extenuating circumstances.
But, Mr President,
gentlemen of the jury, it also lies in your conscience
how you will vote.
Julien Sorel did not kill
but he wanted to kill.
His crime is the same.
And this crime was premeditated.
Know now this murderer.
I even say, by my right and my duty, this is an assassin.
Julien Sorel, do you have anything to add?
Yes, I have something.
I don't ask for any grace.
And especially not from you, gentlemen.
My crime is atrocious.
It was premeditated.
I fired two shots at the noblest of women.
Madame de Renal had been like a mother to me.
I deserve death.
But not for the crime you will condemn me of. No.
Look at me clearly.
My real crime for you
is to be born in a lower class,
and especially of wanting to climb out of it.
In cutting off my head,
you will punish those who were born in poverty and who have
the chance or misfortune to receive a good education, and so the insolence
of mingling with that pride that the rich call ''society''.
We crossed paths 100 times, you, and your parents.
I know you all by your names.
My father has worked for you, and for that, you can not forgive me.
But look at you.
Not a single worker among you, not a single peasant. No.
Nothing but indignant bourgeois. And good cause for it.
Yes, I wanted to be among you.
Me, a worker's son.
That's all, gentlemen.
Clear the exits.
Louise, I won't see you again before I die.
They'll condemn me.
There won't be a last goodbye for us, I feel it.
It's enough, however,
to express the horror I have for my crime.
And when M. de Renal came to offer him a job,
what did he say, eh?
Guess. He didn't even think about money.
The first thing he said was "With whom will I be eating?"
I wouldn't go without knowing.
I don't want to eat in the kitchen.
I 'm not a servant.
A bum who finds himself here eats where he's told.
You'd eat with pigs if they paid you.
Hey! Now, Sorel!
Let it alone.
Father, I find it strange that they want their children tutored
by a boy who doesn't even respect his own father.
But one thing amazes me, and it's for the honour of the clergy,
is that you want to make a priest out of him.
True, for God, it's not difficult.
Mama!
Mama, Mama!
I saw a dirty old priest.
- He looks mean. - I see, Adolphe.
I've been expecting you, Father. Your students are here.
Oh no. No, madam, no. I am too old.
This is Julien Sorel, who's learned all my Latin
and even a little more, I think.
So it's you, sir?
- You know Latin? - Of course, madame.
M. de Renal chose me for my Latin.
Yes, of course. As do I.
Come, Father. You too, sir.
Xavier! Xavier, Adolphe!
Come, come!
Come.
You've been fooled.
My boys believed their teacher was going to be the old abbot.
I thought so too.
This is Adolphe.
And Xavier.
Would you take a rod to them?
Me, madam? Why should I?
- You shouldn't beat a child. - No?
Never, madam.
I'll obey you in everything. Both you and M. de Renal.
But if you had to be a little harsh...
I would, therefore, if desired.
What a handsome little priest!
Not yet, Elisa. But he will be.
Pity.
And clothing, how will you take care of that?
If he doesn't agree to stay,
he keeps the suit.
With the exceptional conditions I'm making for your son ...
Don't trouble yourself, Mr Mayor, we've found better elsewhere.
What! Where, for example?
Hello, my friend.
Take M. Sorel's trunk inside.
Here, we shall call you 'sir'.
Seriously, out of dignity.
Stop!
"Captain Laffarel, Imperial Guard"?
- A famous uncle. - Yes sir, I have no other trunk.
- You loved him very much? - He alone was good to me.
You were 10 years old, so that's your excuse.
But he was a rogue, an officer of Bonaparte.
A thug in the pay of another thug.
- Coming? - Yes, sir.
Thug, yourself.
Easy. Calm down.
Only fools make themselves angry over others.
- Come on! - Am I still a child?
When will I acquire the habit of giving these people my soul,
exactly to the extent they pay me for it?
If I want to be valued by them and myself
I must show that my poverty is doing business with their wealth.
Notice that I've accomodated you in the floor of the teachers.
Thank you, sir.
My heart is one thousand leagues distant from their insolence,
placed too high to be affected by their petty disdain or favour.
Your suit isn't ready.
Take this coat.
I haven't worn it for a long time.
Should your father stay to say goodbye?
No. That was done long ago.
If I had a mother, I'd have more than two shirts.
But I have nothing, nothing.
Neither mother nor shirts.
But I have this!
In your time, great man, I wouldn't have needed
to drum Latin into rich children.
If you had made me a general on the battlefield.
But caution, caution.
Holy virtue of prudence.
There.
Dignity.
Again dignity, always dignity.
The smell of dignity, when he perspired a lot.
Come in.
Dinner's ready, M. Julien.
Thank you.
- M. Julien.
You should change your shirt for dinner.
I don't have anything else.
I'll take care of it.
You'll always have your own.
They can only touch the heart by bruising it.
Adolphe, Xavier, go into the classroom.
And wash your hands!
I'm coming!
They're not afraid of you.
Nobody is, I think.
Perhaps me, sometimes.
Here, at this moment ...
Listen ...
The children have made much progress.
- And you are so good for them. - I love them, madame.
If you'll accept their mother's thanks...
Nothing really, but it would please me,
for you to take a little money to buy some linen.
- Only ... - Only what?
It isn't necessary to mention it to my husband.
M. De Renal pays me, Mme.
Doesn't he?
I've offended you.
I'm not important, madam, but far from being low.
I owe you thanks.
I thank you.
Nobody could say that I've ever dined with a soiled shirt.
If you please, madam,
have you heard me educate these young gentlefolk?
Let's.
Sit.
Today, butterflies.
"Show me butterflies all day long".
"We walk to learn, and not for fun".
I find it absurd to pay someone who serves us well.
Under more relaxed circumstances, yes, we could be giving him gifts.
Good night.
You hold it against me?
Since you have talked to him, he will have his 100 F.
But I regret that you have tolerated a refusal by a servant.
Julien is a servant.
He is not a gentleman, he lives here and is paid.
He's a domestic. You know.
I don't like to give anything to a boy who might leave tomorrow.
- Leave us? Julien? - Sure.
Did you notice anything between Julien and Elisa?
Elisa?
Come in.
- Should I warm your bed, Madame? - Yes, go ahead.
- Your bed too, sir? - Yes, yes, please.
She's not unattractive.
And just made a small, comfortable inheritance.
- Why does she stay then? - By attachment.
- By attachment? - Julien and Elisa...
I saw Sorel come out of her room.
That shows how much you know.
She does his shirts.
You're an adorable child!
Of course she takes care of his shirts!
- You'd let him marry her? - What?
After all that you've spent on him.
I would have lost a little money, but I would keep
the clothes I paid for.
- The bed is hot sir. - Thank you, Elisa.
Good evening. Good night.
- Tell me, Elisa. - Madam?
This small inheritance that you will make in three months ...
Yes, soon, madame.
I wondered if you were going to leave us.
Madame does not want me to stay?
But of course I do, Elisa.
You might want to settle.
If Madame allows it, I'm very happy to stay here.
The intense summer heats came round. They got into the habit of spending
the evenings under an immense lime tree a few feet from the house.
...We talk and laugh out here...
I don't find that funny.
Say, Sorel, go get me the newspaper.
And my glasses while you're there.
- You speak to him in a tone ... - Because I want him to remember his place.
You have the wrong idea.
I know these small farmers. And this gift of 100 francs,
is an error I'm catching up on.
Let's see ...
"Our city has not received a foreign sovereign
for seven years.
She will welcome her visitor with festivals
And enthusiasm deserving of her and deserving of him.
The Mayor of Verrières
will form a Guard of Honour.
The mayor himself will designate guards on horseback,
who will enjoy, during this time, military prerogatives."
There will be competition to head that guard.
Naturally.
I don't deny it. And I'd be very proud to command it.
As for the religious aspect,
that will also be worthy of a king.
It's a good opportunity, I'll take advantage of it.
The King will visit the relic of St Clemen.
I shall ask for a bishop.
That will make something more of it.
These things are known in Paris.
If she withdraws her hand again,
Would I have the courage to take it and keep it?
If she cries out, he'll have at me.
Duty, it's my duty.
I have to take that hand, that's all.
Oh, you're afraid, Julien.
Here we go! Only moments...the chime for 10 pm is going to ring.
When it sounds, you'll take the hand.
Not before.
Because you hope we will be gone.
No. Too late!
It's getting cooler.
The hour hasn't sounded.
Not ringing ...
Coming?
It hasn't rung!
The bell!
Well, I'm cold! You coming in?
It's not so late.
- The hour has sounded. - Four times.
You have the type of voice
that is afflicted by cold easily.
I'm sure the air does me good.
Fine. If you go to bed later,
remember the lesson begins on the hour.
Not like this morning.
This morning, I was sick. I have that right, don't I?
You do, but I thought you were stronger.
So I don't take good care of your children?
This morning, not enough!
How dare you, when you love someone else?
Another, Madame?
Besides you?
But I love you with a passion.
And what a sin for a young priest ...
You're not in bed?
- I'm not sleepy, sir. - At your ease.
Oh, how handsome.
Oh no, no! Don't laugh.
Do I still look as if I can lead
a guard made up mostly of youngsters.
But why not?
I've gotten bigger.
It suits you very well, dear one.
- And will the horse suit me as well? - Mount the most gentle one.
Obviously. What would you say about M. de Moirod?
In the honour guard?
He insists.
Ah...isn't he just, in the end...a little heavy?
Really? More than me?
Oh, come now...
Perfect! Thank you. Moirod is appointed.
Good night, Eli ...
You're crying, Elisa?
No, sir.
You are. Why?
- Madame doesn't suspect at all? - Me? No.
Do you want to tell us?
He isn't going to marry me.
Julien's not marrying you?
A pretty girl like you? A sweet little thing like you?
Come, come, it'll work out.
M. Julien isn't looking for girls like me!
If you want, Elisa, I'll speak to Julien for you.
My room's been searched.
Like some servant they want to run out.
This time it's gone too far.
I won't stay here like a spy.
But if I'm going out that door tomorrow,
I will have that woman first.
So, you force my locks? Then I'll force yours.
And in my opinion they will holdly hard. Forward!
Force the enemy immediately. That's Napoleon, pure and simple.
To arms!
But even if I don't want to,
That's not the issue.
Urge or not, it's necessary.
Indeed, in the city there are 3 or 4 of her friends that I would prefer.
Very attractive...but what if someone sees me?
So, say it: you're afraid.
More reason to go there.
And if her husband is with her?
Oh, there ...
But no. He's here. He sleeps.
I must go.
If you're blamed one day for having started as a tutor
You can always say it was love.
Never has sin been committed with less joy.
And here we are, I've done what I said.
I'm in the room.
In Louise's room.
She is mine, if I want.
Done. I can go without shame.
Shameless?
Coward that you are!
You want to believe the hardest part is over.
So, never mind ...
I'll wake her.
Are you mad? Go away!
- I couldn't stay away. - Get out.
- I told you: "I love you". - And I told you: ''It's a mistake!''
And you want me to be a part of this? Oh no, Julien.
Oh no, Julien, don't do that.
She entreats.
I never saw her pray like this, it's frightening.
She calls on God for help, she calls without shouting.
If she called her husband, I'd be shot. She doesn't want that.
You show me you love me, by praying.
So much coolness, at my age ...
If it doesn't deprive me the pleasure...
And she is attractive at this moment.
And I thought she didn't please me?
I don't even know what I was speaking of.
Yes, sir, it will be very well committed, this sin.
Oh, it must be wonderful.
Pray with me that we do not make this sin.
No, I won't.
- Don't you pity me? - No.
- I'm dying ... - No...
You must go!
Go ...
Love in Latin gives amor; so death comes from love, And, before that, the worry that devours,
What is it?
There was fire in Laprase! The factory!
They want the mayor!
Right now!
What does he want?
Louise!
He never comes here.
Louise, open up!
It's me, open the door.
It's you, dear one?
It's locked? Why?
Forgive me. I was still asleep.
- What is it? - Why is it locked?
It's stupid...last night, I was scared.
- You should have called me. - No, I was all right later on.
The Laprase factory is on fire. Should I go?
Laprase! Are you listening?
- A liberal who wants my place. - It's up to you.
- But it's artful to go there. - Yes.
- And he has looked out for me. - You owe him the courtesy.
Look over his factory.
You're right. Thank you.
Were you afraid?
No.
No, that's not it.
You didn't see what I did?
Ah, me.
Here, I'll show you.
But ... Why?
I thought ''If he sees this, we're lost."
I pushed you out of sight.
Threw you your coat.
Your shirt, too.
Your pants. And your stockings.
And then I said ''It's you, dear one?''
Then I went to the door,
I opened it.
He looked like the devil.
His tie was crooked, so I adjusted it.
And then he left.
So I pushed the door shut.
And I could do all this so easily.
You despise me, don't you?
You were wonderful.
Is it admirable to lie shamelessly to your husband?
You've just shown me.
Oh no!
No. Don't look at me. I'm 10 years older than you.
Who told you that? The first time I saw you, I said,
''Oh, she must be 20."
The alarm!
Ah, providential fire!
Yes.
Yes. I'm here to rejoice in a fire.
Oh, what a pity I'm not married to you.
But I'm foolish. We can't be married.
We'd talk about it otherwise.
We don't even dare talk about it.
Do you ...
Do you think he can have people too ...
Oh, I don't know how to say.
As happy as us?
It's so simple.
I didn't believe it could exist.
Oh, you have pretty feet, my little peasant.
Louise.
No! Please.
Oh no!
Why? Wouldn't you like to be a soldier?
A soldier...
You know what that means, for a poor boy?
Seven years of misery.
But you won't do it.
Of course not.
Because I'm a priest.
In Napoleon's time, I would have been an officer now!
I wouldn't have needed to be a priest.
Ah, it's no good thinking about all that.
Thinking about it isn't going to make me happy.
But you speak a truth that is godless.
You believed me?
Well, what have I to do with Napoleon?
You scared me.
I'm not worried about your future.
You know you're a genius?
Certainly.
Monarchy and religion need great men.
And they will have one, madame.
And I'll be damned.
Oh no, it was me who did everything.
I who have committed our sin.
I loved you from the first day. It all happened by my fault.
Oh, if you knew that I was jealous of Elisa.
Do you know that at night I went to listen to your door
because I was afraid that she was there?
That I should be such an unfortunate being to God.
That's it, it must be hell.
Oh no! Oh no, it must be even worse.
Kiss me.
Kiss me quick, I don't want to think about it.
But you, you're not afraid of being damned?
No. But if we're together ...
But if the devil really is wicked, he'll separate lovers...
- Oh no! He'll be back. - No. There was a fire.
Julien! If he finds us, he'll kill us.
And you would regret this life?
Now, a lot.
Only not to have known you.
Female perversity! What pleasure, what instinct, leads them to deceive us?
Good evening.
What you ask me to do would capitulate to the boy.
After the way he answered me last night.
Remember, you were very hard on him.
Sorel in the honour guard? It's not possible.
- For you or others? - Me as much as them.
Do you want to attach him to us?
Then nothing will be better than this satisfaction.
Think what it can represent for a peasant.
Yes, yes, yes.
I refused sons of nobles.
You're noble enough to make a fortune off whoever you want.
You have an answer to everything.
Elisa ... I spoke to Julien.
Thank you, madame.
Alas, he told me what you said.
- He still wants to be a priest. - I know, madam.
But Abbot Chelan doesn't believe that anymore.
Why the abbot?
He knows Julien, Madame.
And I confess to him.
And Madame is good to speak for a chambermaid
who wants a gentleman that will be a guard of honour.
What do you mean, Elisa?
Nothing. Since Madame speaks aloud,
I don't apologise for having ears.
At your service, Madame.
I don't need you tonight.
As Madame wants.
I wish you a good night, madame.
Good night.
It's you.
I was afraid you might not come.
- I scolded you yesterday. - Not so much.
No, not really.
I was waiting for him to go to sleep.
You'd really have come?
You're not sure?
No.
But don't you know you're beautiful?
Come and tell me.
Service, talent, merit? Bah! Belong to a clique. - Telemachus
It's their little priest! Am I seeing things?
That's their little priest.
M. Julien!
Sorel's son in the guard of honour!
- I'm surprised at Renal. - Hardly! It's her doing.
- M. Julien! - See him without his black coat?
- Gentlemen, to the town hall! - To the city!
So what they say is true?
It might be gossip,
but that doesn't make it any less true.
- Can I get on? - Yes, dear. But be careful.
- Father, you saw Sorel? - Yes, I saw!
Incredible!
I'm not happy about Julien.
He should not strut about in a red coat.
You make a society man of him!
Adolphe, down!
I expected better from a Christian.
- I thought ... - You think too much!
And badly! Fetch M. Julien. I'll be waiting in the sacristy.
My respects.
What is it, Mama?
Nothing, my darling.
Oh, you're beautiful! You, go outside!
Hurry!
I arranged an interview with the Bishop to be officiating ...
But Sir disguises himself as a soldier! And doesn't even warn me!
Oh, I knew they were sly, but ...
I admit, father, I've sinned by conceit.
But this uniform is such a pleasure...
If it were only the uniform...
- My chacot! - Allow me!
You should be ashamed!
- It's my fault. - Shush! You should be ashamed.
- And other things, too. - I admit...
Quiet!
I've been too trusting, but now it's over.
Right now ...
I'm not going to ask. Choose:
The seminary, although I have no faith in it,
or M. Moirod, a widower who wants to have you for his children.
Whatever the case, I order you to leave the house of M. de Renal.
I mean to tell M. de Renal.
Was it Elisa?
You don't have to know.
That hair is ridiculous.
Go, go!
Hurry!
Let's get to the Bishop of Agde who's awaiting the king
and the gentlemen of the chapter.
- Like this? - It'll do. Go, now.
Take off those spurs!
Sorry, but they're set in the boots.
Then take off your ... Oh, come on!
Cover it up, the Bishop's waiting.
Come on!
No, I wouldn't know.
I don't know where my lord is.
Me, I know!
But ...that's the bishop?
No. He's too young.
But what if?
Oh ... Barely older than me.
Well, is my miter finally sorted out?
Monsignor.
I've been sent by the Dean, M. Chelan's chapter.
Oh, excuse me.
My miter was damaged during the trip.
They repaired it but I'm waiting for these gentlemen.
I'll look into it, if your lordship permits.
Go ahead, but quickly if you can.
Here it is.
They've done a good job on it.
That'll do.
- Does it sit well? - Very well, sir.
I don't need to be flattered.
Not too far behind. It's a bit silly.
Too forward and it looks like an officer's chacot.
There. That's it, I think.
Bishop, are you are practicing the blessing?
Oh ... Bishop, Bishop...do you exercise?
Oh ... a Bishop and not even 30 years old.
And how much would he rate at his bishopric?
200 or 300 francs at least.
My daughters,
This ceremony should leave an indelible memory on you.
Remember, young Christians,
you've seen one of the greatest kings of the earth
kneeling to the servants of God.
Never would the army give me such power.
Look at the king. He's a bit player.
And the bishop is the star.
Well, it's maybe it's a blessing now
that Father Chelan has spoken to you in that tone.
... weak, persecuted triumph in Heaven,
for the arms of men can do nothing against divine justice.
Julien, Julien, you went astray.
And good old Chelan gave you the right path.
Yes, the seminary ...
The seminary ...
Look, Julien, don't miss a thing.
That could be you, that man in purple and gold.
You should have a king at your feet, like him.
And all these girls.
Well, the time is right.
Oh, I was going to commit such beautiful clumsiness.
But on the other hand look at Father Pirard,
Director of the Besancon seminary.
Go through four years with that terrible face scowling at you.
You'll pay dearly for it.
Aha, for a miter ...
Is it not so, young Christians?
You will forever remember this day.
You will hate the godless.
As ever, you will be faithful to God so great,
so formidable, but so divine.
You promise?
We promise.
I receive your promise in the name of formidable God.
Wait, let's read a little what people say about our big day.
The little peasant you have brought into your home sleeps with your wife.
That's done it...it's an anonymous letter.
Oh, my God! Tear it up.
No, wait. Too late.
Here, read it.
"The passage of a king in a small town..."
- ''is an event that honours it ...'' - My God!
- ''and dedicates forever ...'' - God ...
- What is it, dear one? ''... the goodness of the king.''
Nothing.
Sorry.
Nothing.
"Verrieres experienced the joy of living a day..."
"when the fervour..."
"and enthusiasm of an entire population..."
"would suffice to make history, were it not..."
"already made by such a high occasion..."
"...and pompously celebrated by the throne and the altar."
"The Prince...''
''Who honoured us with his presence has been able to recognise..."
''in the face of our Verrieres all the high devotion..."
"...of those who will devote themselves to noble causes."
"In Verrieres, banners and flags which honoured his Majesty..."
''Did not beat harder in the winds of our mountains..."
"...than our hearts in the breath of our enthusiasm.''
Continue. Keep working.
You didn't open your door last night.
Finished.
- Not me! - Both of you finish.
It would be folly. The house is full of enemies.
Take the same brave step.
Don't make me talk about that.
Nothing is more ridiculous.
- I finished! - Stay in your seats.
Look how these two maxims are similar.
- He told you about the anonymous letter? - Not a word.
There. That's what bothers me.
But wait. You're always worked up.
On the contrary, this could be a chance.
And it gave me an idea: I'll take the lead.
- We finished. - We finished.
Well, do something else. Go. Draw a dog there.
You were saying?
I will also receive an anonymous letter.
You?
But you don't understand.
An anonymous letter written by us,
that says the same as his.
So I'll show him.
I'll talk about my one first, we'll explain.
And then I'll be in the stronger position.
"Madame..."
- Are you listening? - Yes.
"Madame, send back,
"...this little peasant."
''Your husband can no longer believe what they say about you.''
Not bad.
Cut these words out of a book,
and glue them on paper.
And then I'll do the rest.
Adolphe, do you have the glue?
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
Get out! Get out!
Go away, I prefer two idiots to three!
- I have to speak to you. - Not now, I'm working.
It's serious, dear one.
There's enough for me now. You don't understand, forget it.
But read this.
It's an abominabal letter handed to me going out of the church.
Dismiss M. Julien.
- Julien? Why? - Read.
Send him away with a few crowns.
He'll go to someone else.
Someone else? What's this fool talk?
As a woman whose honour is involved. And yours.
Ah, that's a good colour.
He'll be happy, right?
He'll look quite satisfied, we'll make him enjoy the taste.
This isn't the day to give him alcohol.
It was awkward having a peasant.
And here I am compromised because of him.
Not so fast. Let's think!
I didn't need to reflect, sir, when I read that.
Your Julien or me, out of here. Choose.
Why do you say 'sir'? And this nonsense? Let's think!
Want to make a scandal for us?
- I'll speak to him myself. - No! You'd make him angry.
Why? Don't shout.
He wouldn't leave quietly, that's likely.
I know better than you.
I distrusted him when he refused Elisa,
- which is very unfortunate. - Why did he refuse?
You know?
He spoke of vocation calling him.
But his true vocation is to earn a living.
Well said. Leave it to me.
All right, but don't delay.
Because this letter has opened my eyes.
I can tell you, he pays me compliments he could have drawn from novels.
He never reads any.
If he invents them, it's even worse.
Elisa was able to hear them.
Why bring up Elisa?
It's too bad I have to tell you...
This letter is on her notepaper.
Mine is written on that paper too.
What?
You'd gotten a letter and didn't say anything?
Their happiness assumed at times the aspect of crime.
Mama! Mama!
- What is it, darling? - Xavier's sick.
- What happened? - I don't know. He's red.
He's got a headache. Julien isn't in his room.
Go, my darling. I'll come right away.
My God! I was here with you, and Xavier gets sick!
- What do you mean? - God is punishing me and he is right.
- It's nothing. I'll go. - No, not you!
We've done enough harm. I'll go.
Remorse already?
It's wonderful, to be loved by a Christian.
Louise, have I never said ''I love you''?
How have I inspired such love? Me, so poor and rude?
Oh no, my dear Louise, I'll never leave you.
Never!
Even for a miter.
Oh, poor little thing.
Oh, my God.
Get a hot water bottle.
There. As the saying goes ...
I do not know any more, but we had too much happiness.
A king in our house,
these wonderful days, the congratulations of the prefect ...
But it is true that too much satisfaction must be paid for.
- No, stay out. - Come, my friend, come.
Enter, Julien.
Why don't you come in?
It's Julien, little one.
He doesn't recognise you.
You see, I told my wife ...
I'm not superstitious, but everything's been going too well.
Oh, please.
He'll die because of me. It kills me!
Let me count.
I committed a crime. I don't want God..
to punish my child!
- Stop making such a show. - I want to sacrifice myself!
Oh, if you knew ...
You think I want to know?
Get up. He doesn't need this noise.
The fever is still rising.
I'll fight it.
Leave me.
No.
No. I want to help.
Go away.
Wait.
I've never loved you so much at this moment.
I 'm telling you.
I swear he'll come to no harm.
Oh, it's hot.
Louise, I'd do anything for you.
Not for me, no.
I'm no longer thinking of me.
Things more magnificent than me.
If you want, I will leave. Yes, my love.
But if you tell your husband he'll chase you away.
Yes.
Out of the countryside, the whole city.
Yes.
- And you'll lose your children. - Yes.
But I'll save you. All the better if I suffer.
I want to bury myself in the mud.
If we're guilty, then take me.
Me, I have nothing to lose.
If only I could take away his illness,
So you would be relieved.
You really love him.
If you were his father, I'd have the right to love you more than he.
If you want, and it would my biggest punishment
to remain and love you like a brother.
Could you?
But me, could I love you like a brother?
I don't know, I don't know ...
Listen, we should be separated for a time.
I'll go away for eight days.
Yes.
Where will you go?
Anywhere.
But during those eight days, swear not to talk to your husband.
I'll try.
If you talk to him, I can never return.
I won't say anything.
Oh no, Julien! Don't go.
If you go, I'll tell him everything.
Look at me, stop me from speaking.
You're sure about this?
Yes, sure. Stay, Julien.
You won't touch me any more, but stay.
Very well.
I'll stay, Louise.
Oh, my God!
Oh, he's choking!
Oh, my God!
I assure you that if you heal this child, Julien will leave.
Swear with me.
I, who, love you so much.
You see the horrible choice you've given me?
Oh ... Swear.
If Xavier recovers, I will leave.
Swear.
I swear.
Wait. Look at this.
See Papa's eyes on the wall?
Looking up.
Looking down.
Happy.
Angry.
I hardly dare go in.
As if his son belonged only to him.
You got what you wanted.
Stop it. No more of that.
Sorry.
Go see him.
How is he?
You see, completely cured.
The doctor said?
I was careful to ask.
He's cured.
That's it, cry.
Me too, I cried.
As for me, it shouldn't be necessary.
Well, this is it.
Louise and Julien will part.
You won't go far?
Yes.
Very far.
No. The Moirod house is quite near.
I often go there, our children play together.
There will be less separation than you think.
- No. - Why?
The anonymous letters will keep coming.
What they say is true. It always will be.
Oh yes, always true.
You see, then.
Yes, you're right, my Julien.
I was mad.
If a real scandal broke, we would be separated forever.
And I would never tutor again.
I was very happy with you.
With you, I could be ...
a kind of domestic because I love you.
Never with any others.
No. It's over.
So?
I'll find my true place.
At the seminary.
At the seminary?
But then we won't see each other any more.
Oh, my God!
I know that you'll approve.
You think I'm still a good Christian.
A good Christian, I ...
Do you know what I thought?
At the seminary, at least, there won't be any women.
Even that doesn't relieve me of this torment.
If you had so much of it as I had.
I have had as much as you.
Oh no. No. I'm sure not.
Yet my only happiness, now,
would be that each of us was as unfortunate as the other.
You can be happy now.
Now you'll live without remorse.
That's nothing.
I accepted the remorse.
And the shame,
and the lie.
And if that was my husband.
It looks like you want it to be.
Who's there?
I've got your suit, M. Julien.
Hang it on the door.
If I'd bought off this girl we'd be happy.
My God.
What has it served me to be rich?
That money has been useless to my happiness.
You're right, Julien
Go to the seminary.
Fine.
Why don't you kiss me?
But if, but when.
No.
Oh, I'm too unhappy.
Not now, my love.
We've got the time being.
Where are you, Louise?
With you.
I can't tell.
Won't you be a little happy?
No.
Why not?
Because I know it's the last time.
13 points, M. Arvaux!
14 points, M. Fouquier!
In Pool A, 14 points to M. Arvaux.
In Pool B, 21 points to M. La Renie.
15 points to M. Arvaux!
30 points, M. Fouquier
against 22 points to M. La Renie.
16 points to M. Arvaux!
In Pool B, 32 points to M. Fouquier!
17 points to M. Arvaux!
Sir?
You want something?
33 points to M. Fouquier, against 17 points to M. de La Renie!
Madam.
This is my first time in Besancon.
And I'd like to order...
... bread and a cup of coffee.
The smoke makes you cough?
Yes. I don't smoke.
If you come back before 8:00 am,
there's no smoke. I'm almost alone here.
A small cup for sir.
You're here for the law school?
Alas, no. I'm going to the seminary.
Doesn't matter.
Every Thursday at 5 pm,
seminarians walk past the cafe.
Oh? Every Thursday?
If you think of me when I pass,
hold a bunch of violets.
Miss, I feel
I love you with a passion.
Don't talk so loud.
Say you're my mother's cousin from Dijon.
Why Dijon?
May I present my cousin from Dijon.
Oh? Well? Hey, hey!
Nothing wrong with that.
We have 20 points to M. Arvaux,
against 5 points to M. Poirot!
Don't stare at him!
You'd make a case of it before the seminary?
- Whatever. - Stop!
- You want to get me in trouble? - No, miss.
I'll write everything you must remember.
Go now, otherwise I won't love you.
Although...
I do like you.
21 points against M. Arvaux, in Pool A!
What's your name?
Amanda Binet.
How much do I owe you, Amanda?
Next time.
Pool B, always 28,
M. La Renie!
Did I come across well?
Yes.
Not bad.
Oh, it's so easy!
And for four years of seminary,
I can't use this weapon.
Enter!
Well, are you coming in or not?
Closer!
Your name?
Julien Sorel.
I see.
You're late.
Recommended by Father Chelan, the best curate in the diocese,
and the least liked. After me.
You know Father Chelan fares badly in court.
But he's been my friend for 30 years.
His recommendation is a great honour,
but also a burden. For you must earn it.
- I'll try, sir. - Well ...
My protection entails neither favours nor weaknesses.
It is a repetition of care and severity.
Go bolt that door.
Loquerisne linguam latinam?
Ita pater optime.
Father Chelan showed you some theology.
Your masters will examine you. You owe me holy obedience,
under paragraph 17 of Unam Ecclesiam.
In this house, to hear is to obey.
Therefore you cannot enter
in any congregation without my consent.
- I promise. - That word has no place here.
It has nothing to do with honour, it leads to many errors.
You go out for a walk or to confess.
- Can I choose my confessor? - Yes, of course.
- You, sir. - Why me?
- You're a friend of Father Chelan. - You really want me?
- Yes, sir. - Very well.
I have no love for the bishopric.
The choice is dangerous for you. You hold to it?
You couldn't have fully understood.
So?
- I maintain it. - You may already regret,
but you hold. Not bad.
- I regret nothing. - Yes, yes.
You have room 103.
Go.
Speech was given to man to aid him at concealing his thoughts.
Sorel!
Sorel, explain yourself.
What is this I found in your room?
Father Chelan indeed told me that the seminary is a place
of accusations and spite.
- Espionage is encouraged here. - Anger, too?
And you'll make a sentence of it? Little rascal!
The facts!
The day of my arrival, I was hungry so I went into a cafe.
I was filled with repugnance to be in a place so profane
but lunch would have been cheaper.
A woman who seemed in charge of the counter,
took pity on my novice appearance.
''If you happen upon any problems come to me for help.''
She gave me this card.
You know I'm telling the truth.
I haven't seen her since. I'd completely forgotten.
Yeah.
And this woman whose children you taught,
Did you forget her too?
She died?
No. No. Don't worry, she lives.
She leaves it all to God to recover.
To her confessor, a man whose influence with the Bishop
you would lose if certain letters fell into his hands.
What letters?
She wrote me?
I intercepted more than 10 letters
in the six months since you've been here.
If you've read them then you know I didn't answer.
And who's going to tell me you didn't recieve any others?
Me, I'm telling you.
Good, you'll destroy them then.
- Sir ... - Here, do it yourself.
Take them.
Go on.
You'll still be paying for this recklessness in ten years.
But tell yourself you're surrounded by enemies,
because all my enemies are yours.
And now ...
Now I won't be here to defend you.
Are you leaving the seminary?
It has tested my patience,
if not my heart.
I won't manage this house any more, I've going to Paris.
He was the only one here.
If he goes, the Jesuits will take control.
And then I'm lost.
What are you thinking about?
You, sir.
You think I've thrown you to the wolves?
Should I bite or let them eat me?
Even I don't know, Julien, as your character is strange.
And redoubtable.
Go to sleep, now, my son.
Sir, they say you have nothing put aside,
- during your 10 years spent here. - They say that?
I have 600 francs of savings.
That too is a mark upon you.
I should have neither hatred nor affection for anyone,
and yet, I'm fond of you. I can't help it.
Your path will be painful.
You will hate yourself because inside you will scream at the vulgarity here.
But I regret leaving you.
A real regret. I pray to God this night
so that he inspires me of the means to help you again.
Go.
I don't hate you, Julien.
And I never will.
I will always hold you most dear,
but Heaven has given me the grace of hating my fault.
The sacrifice is done, my friend.
It is not without tears.
Farewell, Julien.
Be just to all men.
Does she lie, like I lied to Pirard?
But I have reasons to lie here,
where everything is a lie.
But why would she lie?
Is the truth that she no longer loves me?
And I don't even rebel.
Oh, what to do?
I'm needed nowhere.
Oh, Julien ...
Six months of this seminary would kill a man.
Sir!
Sorel hasn't slept in his bed.
Oh?
What you doing here?
All night, I asked God for the strength to remain in this dreadful house.
I too have prayed for you.
I won't leave you here. It would be a great mistake.
Come with me to Paris.
Paris?
But what would I do?
My patron, the Marquis La Mole, will not refuse
to give you a job in his house.
If he wants it and if you are worthy, it will be your fortune.
But then I won't be a priest.
You'll remain a priest.
Whatever you propose, M. de la Mole
will insist you pursue your studies.
You won't regret leaving anything here?
Anything ... or anyone?
Yes.
You.
You'll serve my last mass.
The seminary wasn't a loss for me.
I've won the heart of the one honest man of this house.
I also know why he loves me so much.
Because it fascinates him to compete with the devil for me.
He doesn't know
If I'll be of the sky or of hell, as they say.
I'm of the earth, M. Pirard.
And that's why I love you too.
You are my real father.
I can't tell you what I think.
And what I think, is that I don't need your world.
This one is enough for me.
My children,
before celebrating Holy Mass before you,
here are the last words of your director.
In leaving you, it is you that I think of.
What will it be?
Want honours of the world? Wealth?
The pleasure of command? To laugh at laws,
and be impertinent without any risk?
Or do you want eternal salvation?
For you, my children,
it is a question to make a fortune in either this world
or the other.
There is no middle ground.
I look among you without knowing who will go from here,
and grow in the world.
Others will try to make their way
in the paths of the Church and make a success of it.
You can do it.
There are future vicars among you,
and, without doubt, a bishop.
But among those who hear me
I also see empty places, empty seats.
I see deaths, already.
Have you thought about it?
Within a year, there will not be so many of you.
God will have struck your ranks.
The priests will continue to blow out the candles for them,
there will never be glory or earthly riches.
And in the years to come,
Your ranks will keep thinning.
Flames will go out.
Mine will be the last one to the left.
The last on the left.
That of failed ambition.
That of useless pettiness.
The last one to the left. The last one.
My God,
forgive them.
If Julien is a slender reed, let him perish.
If he has the courage, let him figure this business out by himself.
END OF PART ONE