PARIS BELONGS TO US
Paris belongs to nobody. Peguy
-What do you want? -Can l help you?
l doubt it
Go away. l can't stand it!
Are you ill?
Are you Pierre's sister?
You know Pierre?
lt doesn't matter
Pierre can't do anything; no one can. He was murdered
l'm sure he was murdered. It's the only answer
-Who was murdered? -First, Assunta. Then Juan
All one after the other. It's the beginning
All his friends will be killed, no one will escape
Notjust me, or Pierre, or you... everything's threatened... the world
And nothing can be done
l must talk. You can't stop me, l want to talk and talk!
Thanks, you're very kind. Put it there
-You're Pierre's sister? -Yes. Why?
-Hello, Pierre. Am l late? -lda's late, too
-What's new? -Not much. How are the statistics?
You look tired. How long since l saw you?
-About a month -Have you heard from the family?
-They're fine. Drop them a line -They could write to me
You know how mother loves you
She still lives with father? Write, then; l'm sure you'll do it well
They have their ideas, l have mine
-And l'm the girl with no opinions -They'll come
Something wrong?
Nothing much. l'm just tired
-You work too hard -Maybe, but l've lost heart
You'll get over it
Yes, but then there will be more exams. It's endless
Things used to go well, l don't believe in it now
You don't have to believe; pretending will do
There's something else
-Am l going mad, or is it the world? -Both, kid
Someone spoke about you
Someone who seemed to know you well. A girl
My neighbour
Nothing l can tell you
l mean, it wasn't coherent. l think she's crazy, like me
-Do you know her? -Maybe. Don't worry about it
Anne, this is Ida, my concubine
Come along with us this evening
A party. You know Bernard, the painter
Philip will be there; he's been staying at Bernard's
-Who is Philip? -Philip Kaufman
Famous journalist, Pulitzer Prize. Written a couple of novels
Thrown out of the US. You're heard of McCarthy?
-lsn't he dead? -l wasn't invited to the funeral
-Always the sceptic -Come on, you're losing time
-And time lost... -...is never retrieved
What's going on here?
-l want to leave -You're crazy, we've onlyjust come
Why not leave?
He doesn't seem to be enjoying it, either
Wolfenstein agrees. l talked to him about Juan's portrait
Can we see it?
-A portrait of Juan? -_es
-You have it? -lt's sold
-Why isn't Juan here? -Minna, don't you know?
They've arrested him?
He's dead
He committed suicide
l never thought he'd do that
-lt's that or a firing-squad -l'd prefer a firing-squad
-He shot himself? -No, he used a knife
Typically Spanish
Did he su_er much?
No Funeral March?
How did Terry take it?
Philosophically; l phoned her
ls she coming?
Probably, but surely not alone
l know
But Juan had so many ideas, and his art
He was one of us, our musician, a new Garcia Lorca
lf Lorca played guitar
-Have you heard his last thing? -The tape he made at Terry's?
Yes. Music of the apocalypse
Shut up! You're a phony
What do you make of it?
And you, Pierre?
He doesn't think anything, but he acts. Right?
The air of Paris did him in
lt goes deeper than that
lt was his early life, all those anarchists, those failures
-The guitar is all right -lt's all that's left
-What better could be said? -That's nonsense
You want to hear why he did it?
Juan was more than he seemed
Shut up
Mysteries. Fiction
-A revolution put down -Like the Commune?
-When you feel like going home... -No thanks
Aren't you Romanian? It's incredible
Juan's suicide is your doing... all your bitterness, your despair
How could a good man live surrounded by nihilists like you?
You still won't shake it o_, though it's been going on for twenty years
Go on playing your game. You're the guilty ones, with bloodstained hands
That's a bit thick!
What about Mayakovsky? He wasn't Spanish, but he killed himself
Mayakovsky who?
Mayakovsky, wowsky!
You bloody fools!
l want a word
You drink too much, but that's not what l want to tell you
You must understand our problems; you're not in Greenwich Village now
l'm speaking as a friend, a comrade. l think a change of air would help
lt may be that we're bad for you
-Where will l sleep? -You needn't go tonight
l'm not throwing you out, a man of your calibre, but try to understand
l can't keep you here for ever. What will people say?
l'll go and pack my toothbrush
He didn't make a fuss
-He can't get over Terry leaving him -Among other things
-What did he say? -Nothing. He's drunk
lf you want to live, forget her
-What's the matter? -A headache. Give them my apologies
Don'tjudge them hastily
Who are the two who just came in?
Gérard Lenz, a slightly dotty theatre director
And her?
An American, Terry something. She was Juan's girl; left him just before...
-What's she got to do with Philip? -No idea; past history, maybe
-Why did Juan kill himself? -Because he was a jerk
Jean-Marc, how are things?
-So-so. How about your exam? -Two days to go
-Shall we eat? -Be my guest
You'll eat better than at the Lycée
-Seen our old classmates? -They've all vanished
-How's the stage? -Great. l have auditions all the time
lt's slow. l have five or six appointments
You're lucky, you keep busy
No card? No entry, then
-Can l help you? -l don't see how. Thanks
l'm used to being not wanted
Yes: ''They know not what they do''
l know you
Yes, last night
-You know him? -By sight; a political refugee
You have strange friends
-Now what? -Let's go, their cooking stinks
lt's not a patch on Shakespeare
We'll talk about Shakespeare after my exam, in a couple of days
-l'm not keeping you? -l have fifteen minutes
-What's your programme? -l must see this TV bloke
He makes commercials
At five l've an audition with Boileau, but l must see Gérard Lenz first
-Do you know him? -No, what does he do?
He's formed a company to perform Shakespeare's Pericles
l have to get out of it
-You've other commitments? -Not exactly, but l'd like to drop it
Do you like Pericles ?
lt's very good
Some good scenes, but not all of a piece. It wasn't Shakespeare's work
Anyway, it'll be a flop; Gérard's nice, but he's kidding himself
lt's one of those things where you work for art without being paid
-And you've no time to lose -Exactly
Are you going there now?
l've nothing else to do
You want to come? All right, if you want a few laughs
To sing a song that old was sung, mom ashes ancient Gower is come
Assuming man's infirmities to glad your ear and please your eyes
This Antioch, then
Antiochus the Great built up this city for his seat...
...the fairest in all Syria
What do you envisage?
Towers, ramparts, severed heads
-Why? -To give the audience the illusion
But theatre is not illusion, it's reality
You're not Gower, you're an actor; don't imagine things, use the stage
You are addressing the audience directly
You come forward...
...you take a couple of steps prompt side
Look, l'm not myself, l'm worn out
He's right, we worked all night. Why can't you all help us sometime?
l don't care, l've no talent
-You know each other? -By sight
Sorry, but l've too much to do, Iots of other things
Well, at least you've told me
l think this project is crazy. The odds are that we'll have a flop
-Maybe not -Thanks for the encouragement
Well, l must rush
Would you like to stay?
-ls it all right? -Of course
-When shall we meet? -One fine day
-Like today -Tomorrow or next year
Right, your exam. Be seeing you
Another gone
And we've nowhere to rehearse tomorrow
All right, where were we?
''Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers''
And Marina's not here. Where is Suzanne?
l'll do Marina
Very funny, but l'd prefer a girl
You're on stage
-Will you cue us? -l don't know how
You can read? That's all you need to help us
-Won't you help us? -Yes, but l'll be awful
-On your head be it -l'll risk it
lt's a scene on a beach; you must make us feel that when you speak
Speak against the wind...
...the sound of the sea, the gulls
Thy oath remember. 'Tis but a blow, which shall never be known
l will do't. But yet she is a goodly creature
The fitter then the gods should have her
She comes weeping for her only mistress' death
-Thou at resolved? -l am resolved
No, l will rob Tellus of her weed, to strow thy green with flowers
Ay me, poor maid, born in a tempest...
Turn towards the wind
Take a step. Let's take it from Dionyza's exit
-ls this wind westerly that blows? -Southwest
Don't force your voice; Marina is about fourteen
When l was born the wind was noth
My father, as nurse says...
I ...did never fear
But cried ''Good seamen!'' to the sailors...
...galling his kingly hands haling ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea that almost burst the deck
-Where do we rehearse tomorrow? -Call me at Terry's, without fail
You see, it went very well
l stuttered like a child
You speak very clearly, and that's fafe
-You're staying? -Yes, l'm waiting for Terry
l'll never get my hair right
lt suits you. Are you a student?
Literature. l'm not sure if l like it
Here's Terry
What did he want?
He phoned. He just wanted to talk to me about a few ideas he had
-About what? -You
He's a bit crazy. Won't you see him?
l don't want to. Your friend Philip is paranoid
Meet Terry Yordan
-A new girl? -Not at all
-How did it go? -Jean-Marc and Suzanne have quit
Sometimes l wonder if Juan wasn't right
Don't talk about it
l think he was wrong with the knife; l'd rather slash my wrists
l did it once
lt always fails; that's why you chose it
lt fails until it succeeds. It calls for perseverance
Come again, if you can
You've made the rounds. l don't believe in coincidence
-You're wrong -No, it figures. l'm right, as usual
lf you insist
Another one. l think l'll go now
-l quit. Why walk so fast? -l always walk fast
-Did you know him? -Too many questions
How's Pierre? Don't you see him very often?
We talk sometimes. We don't always agree, but that's natural
l want to tell you that the world isn't what it seems
Some people have guessed what l'm going to say, but l knowit
lt's the whole world that's threatened...
...yet doesn't know it
lt's all nothing but appearances; those we think powerful are puppets
The real masters rule in secret
-Who are they? -They have no names
l speak in riddles, but some things can only be told in riddles
-Did Juan commit suicide? -Maybe... l believe nothing
Juan knew fearsome things, but he wasn't strong enough to stand it
Perhaps he killed himself... with help
He wasn't the first, or the last. If you like, l'll tell you who's next
You know Gérard? It doesn't matter
-lt's Terry? -Terry and not Terry
Some secrets few men can bear. Juan couldn't; l fear Gérard can't
Gérard's threatened. He doesn't know it, but l don't give him two months
All right, it's not true, then
Why don't you do something?
Damocles' friend warned him of the sword, but his reaction made it fall
-Another riddle? -Yes, but maybe you can do something
Why me?
Maybe
lf you wanted to try to save Gérard...
lt's up to you to discover how
l can't help, l'd ruin everything. But don't try, it's too much for you
Don't talk to your brother about me, l don't think he likes me much
l'd better shut up, anyway; l talk too much, it's all my fault
Terry's, too. All near us are in danger
Why tell me this?
Sorry, l've taken you out of your way
l live in a hotel now. Do you live hereabouts?
Not really
Sorry, there's no Métro now
Why have you talked to me?
Never seek to know why. Beware of Terry. Beware of me
Forget all l've said, if you can
lf not, forgive me
Pierre, can l come over? l'll explain when l see you
-What is it? -Am l intruding?
-l don't know how to put it -Try. l've an appointment
l'll go, then
No, stay. Take no notice of this mess
My neighbour, the Spanish girl... she's vanished
So she's moved, that's all
Are you getting mystical?
l need your advice
What would you do if you found out that someone was in danger?
lt depends. Anyone we know?
Gérard Lenz
Come out; Ida wants to dress
What are you and he up to?
Nothing
Don't you feel that he's in danger?
What danger?
Because of Terry
l've been told about Juan's death
-By whom? -Someone
What about poor Terry? Our pals have lots of imagination
lf anyone's to be suspected in all this, isn't it Gérard?
-Why Gérard? -Why not?
Ring out the old, ring in the new
What about Terry, then?
You're right. l must be going crazy
Possibly. Come back to earth
-When's your exam? -Tomorrow
Well, good luck all the same
-Does Philip Kaufman live here? -l don't know him
May l use the phone?
May l speak to Gérard Lenz?
Do you know when he...
No, he doesn't know my name
Do you know a Philip Kaufman? Is he in?
He must be. Room 19, fourth floor
Philip, what's happened?
Sorry to inflict my act on you; it's dramatic, but l always survive
A souvenir of Midway. There ought to be some cure
Why have you come?
l must speak to you
Was what you told me true, or were you having me on?
l can't remember what l said
-Please tell me -ls it that important?
Whatever it was l said, forget it
Nothing more?
You've no right. You told me l could help to save a man's life
l asked nothing of you. You've no right to leave me at a loss
Right... l was wrong to talk to you as a rational person
You're an over-imaginative child
-And Juan? -He's dead. Let him be
Everyone talks about him now he's dead
He wasn't anything special, neither is your Gérard
None of us is, we're ordinary
Not worth lifting a finger
You don't mean that; you're frightened about what you say
You think l won't see it through?
l think you're raving
Go home. Forget it, don't tell anyone; above all, don't tell Gérard
Your best way is not to do anything, drop the whole business. Promise?
-Promise what? -To knock before entering
Have you come to talk about Juan, too?
You're improving
-Don't you agree? -l know nothing about it
There's no need to know anything
Which do you like best? This one is terrible. Do you like it?
But why are you here? No, never mind
Gérard wants to see you; something about the play
Call him. But hurry, he won't be there all day
Take this as a souvenir
Tell Gérard l'll meet him as usual
-What's this? She seemed upset -l've done a stupid thing
You talked to her?
Yes. l've tried to deny it all, but she won't have it
Why did you talk?
l wanted to test an idea, but this way is too risky
Only you can help
Leave Gérard. Sooner or later you'll tell him and he won't take it
l can't
l must have Gérard
-Have l put you out? -Not at all
l didn't want to tell you by phone; l like to see people's eyes when l talk
Suzanne is leaving, she's got some film part
Will you play Marina?
lt's the part you read
l'm no actress
lt doesn't matter, l'm sure you will be good
l don't know. l must think it over
Think quickly. Call me at Terry's tomorrow
She'll meet you tonight, as usual
What do you think of Pericles ?
-ls this a test? -No, l'd like your opinion
lt's rather disconnected, but that doesn't matter
Because it's on another level... is that the right answer?
Full marks
Everyone says l'm crazy, even Terry, but the reason l want to stage it...
...is because it's ''unplayable''
lt's shreds and patches, yet it hangs together over all
Pericles may traverse kingdoms...
...the heroes are dispersed, yet they can't escape...
...they're all reunited in Act V
l want to show that. Do you think l'm crazy?
Not at all
Thanks. But we must try to make people understand it
lt shows a chaotic but not absurd world...
...rather like our own, flying o_ in all directions, but with a purpose
Only we don't know what
Am l boring you?
l agree: the world is less absurd than it seems
But what can we do to show it clearly?
l'm counting on the music
You didn't know Juan?
He hadn't time to do the music for it
One night, at Terry's, he made a tape, improvising on guitar
Just what l wanted for Pericles, but l don't know where it is now
You can't find it?
Terry lent it to friends, who passed it on
Now it's vanished without trace
Have you looked for it properly?
You need time to make a real search
Terry says she doesn't know where it is. Terry often lies
l must go. Jean-Marc will be waiting
-Do you see him often? -Sometimes; he's from my home town
lt must seem odd that l talk of Juan, since Terry... well, you know
l was a great friend of Juan. l still don't know why he did it
Terry won't talk about it, but l'm sure she's always thinking about him
Don'tjudge her hastily; she's a fine girl
-l bet you despise her -Not at all
Her mother's French. Divorced. Terry drifts between Paris and New York
lt's marked her. She was very a_ected by Juan's death
l'm very fond of her, but sometimes she frightens me
l don't want to end up like Juan
She's tough and strong, but she doesn't help
l feel at home with you
l was feeling discouraged, empty, ready to jump into the Seine
Now l feel better
-You're exaggerating -No, l want you to take the part
Call me about it tomorrow
-Am l late? -A little
-Where's Jean-Marc? -He couldn't come. How was it?
l'll tell you later
-You see? -What of it?
How did you know her?
Her brother asked me to help her find a room. l know the landlord
-How was the exam? -l didn't go; l didn't want to
-What will the family say? -They're used to it
l've been o_ered a part in a play
-By whom? -Gérard. l'm thinking it over
Where shall we go? You decide
Gérard's very nice, but this will lead to nothing
-You have no experience -l'll work at it
He's grown up, let him paddle his own canoe. One actor more or less...
l'm phoning Gérard to say l accept
Some weeks later
ls this wind westerly that blows? When l was born the wind was noth
Was't so?
My father, as nurse says, did never fear...
lt's no use, l can't act without the fan
Make an e_ort. Here's your wind
My father, as nurse says, did never fear...
This won't do, take it away. Get rid of it
Never mind the wind, the sea. If l had my music...
You won't find another like me
l know him; he'll be buying us drinks in an hour
Let's get on with it, don't mind me
When l was born the wind was noth
Was't so?
-l must go -Ofcourse
l'll feed you the lines
You see? She's away
What's all that? It's the wrong speech
What are you thinking of?
Nothing
Why can't you say two words simply, normally?
Throw in some music here
Juan's
When you've found it
But l don't know where it is
-So look -l don't feel like it
What about Juan's friends?
Run your own errands
Maybe Terry doesn't want to see them
Stick to your lines
Another scene. Ghislaine, Minna, please
Something wrong?. Are you cross with Gérard?
You are, don't deny it
l went through it, too; being indispensable, then treated as a prop
-Have you known him long? -Since last year
-Was he with Terry then? -No. Why?
You're too interested in Gérard; that'll get you nowhere
Gérard is in danger, l'm sure of it
-Who says? -A friend of Juan... and Terry
He knows Juan didn't kill himself. He knows a secret, perhaps from Terry
-What sort of secret? -l don't know; something frightful
Juan knew; now he's dead. Gérard doesn't know, but he may learn it
-From Terry? -l think so
Why don't you tell Gérard?
He wouldn't believe me. l must have proof
You'll need witnesses. Your friend...
He says l must forget it all
-You're sure he wasn't... -...kidding me?
l can't believe it
-You don't believe me, either? -l don't know
l only saw Juan a couple of times, but Terry wasn't his only friend
He had many friends. You must find them, question them...
...ask how he spent his last days
lt's the only way to find out
lt's the Broken Hearts Club
What if l told you you were in danger, because of Terry?
lt's jealousy. Hear that, Terry? Doesn't it make you laugh?
No. l may be a dangerous girl
l aways liked femmes fatales
Perhaps l could look for Juan's tape, if Terry doesn't mind
-lt'll keep you occupied -Don't be bitchy
-How will you go about it? -Leave it to me
-l'll kiss you if you find it -That's an incentive
-Do you know where Juan lived? -l'll find out
What if Anne were right?
-l think you know more than you say -So?
That's why l like you
l can never open this door
l know you know
You don't know what l know. Your knee is in the way
Tell me
No. This way l can keep you
He died in this woman's place
Aniouta Barsky? l'm a friend of Gérard Lenz, he was a friend of Juan
l wonder if you have heard about a tape which Juan made
-No. Where? -At a friend of Gérard's
-l know nothing about it -But you knew Juan?
Yes. Why?
Did he never say anything that...
Not that l remember
Did he never speak of Philip Kaufman, or Gérard...
...or Gérard's girl?
Tery?
Who sent you?
No one
Did this Gérard send you?
Not exactly. l'm sorry, but it's important for me to know
-What? -All you can tell me about Juan
l don't know what you want, but this is the wrong address
l can't tell you anything
l came home one night and found him Iying with a knife in his belly
He had rolled there, half cold already. He couldn't talk
-But before that? -What?
l wasn't here when it happened. He might not have done it if l was...
...because of the kid
-His son? -No; two years before him
You're sure it was suicide?
lf not, it was a good imitation; he talked about it all the time
-ln what way? -Corruption, end of the world...
He didn't care if l understood. l was just to be happy to have him
He broke o_ with me several times, but came back for refuge
He always came back. At last he stayed
You know Terry? What's she like?
Beautiful, hard... l don't know
l think she drove him mad. Whatever she did to him, it wasn't nice
l couldn't say anything, l never knew how he'd take it
There were always plots, secrets, revolutions
Everything was bribery, corruption, washed up
l didn't dare question him; l waited for it to end
-Why ask me all this? -As l said, l'm looking for that tape
-What's that? -A tape-recording
-Do you know who might have it? -l don't think so
Someone. Anyone
-Why? -l must know
Don't say l told you. There's Doctor Jean-Bernard de Georges, the economist
He said he admired Juan, he kept an eye on him
Juan was flattered; he didn't realize de Georges was interested in Terry
You can find his address. Don't say who told you about him
-Thank you -No thanks to me
-l called you -Yes, come in. l think we've met
My ward
l knew Juan well; a specimen of a vanishing race...
...rabid individualists who want everything to be destroyed
And who destroy themselves first; a sort of biological inevitability
Juan disappointed me. l love music
Once l had great hopes of him, but he was too subjective
He thought he could solve all problems without reflection or calculation
Calculation!
Think what one can do with numbers
The boy was a walking anachronism
Yes, l heard that tape once; l remember it well
lt was rather poor...
...absolute crap
lt must be lost; he destroyed almost everything he did
A sort of nihilistic obsession. l'm sorry l can't help you
-How's Gérard getting along? -Not too well
l admire the naivety and enthusiasm of youth
Perhaps it will all work out. Give Mademoiselle Yordan my regards
Tery?
And don't look any farther. You won't find it
What must he have thought of you?
He's hiding something, he feared me. l was sure he'd phone when l left
-Phone whom? Why? -l don't know
You're imagining things. This childishness...
lt's my own business
Mine, too. l've worked for de Georges and l'd like to again
What work?
Chores: investigations, reports, everything
Why do that?
You think we can live like saints? No one's perfect, not even Gérard
-Shut up -Why? l'm a realist
l have no illusions. There are no heroes and no saints
We'll take it from there
-Will it bother you if l stay? -ln theory, no
-And in fact? -_es
-Why? -lt's a fact, just that
Too bad. l like you, l'd like to help you
-Where's Francois? -ln a radio q_iz
-When will he be back? -When he can
l never manage a proper rehearsal
Mytilene is full ofgallants. We lost too much money this mat...
...by being too wenchless
We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do...
...and they with continual action are even as good as rotten
A little young for a brothel-keeper
lt's coming on. Still a bit a_ected, Virginie
Shakespeare's all very well, but l prefer operetta
We'll skip the pirates, who aren't here, and take it from Pander's exit
Boult, you cry: ''He that will give most shall have her first''
Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, ifmen were as they have been
Performance shall follow
Alack that _eonine was so slow! He should have struck, not spoke
Or that these pirates, not enough barbarous...
Anne, why stand like a post? Poetry is movement, moving forward
l want you to seem to be surging forward. Try again
-Why not? -Never speak to me of that again
Work on it at home. Take a rest now
Paul and Virginie, go on
-What's wrong with Gérard? -Worries, as you know
-Nothing else? -What else could there be?
-He seems to be so distraught -Rightly so
Philip spoke to me about Juan, about his death
He did wrong. It's not a subject for conversation
You're wasting your time with Terry; she'll never tell you anything
Terry acts mysterious, that's how she keeps Gérard
Anne, come back on stage
-But l must go, you know -You can't leave without rehearsing
l've got to eat
Why do some stupid job?
-Why not pay us for rehearsals? -With what?
-Find another trade, if you're broke -Get out, and don't come back!
-Val, find another chap -Easier said than done. Keep him
lt's fascinating, but l must go
l'm late. Be seeing you
Let me go, l must speak to him
What a farce! What have l done?
Are you paid to drive me mad?
Why are you here, you spy?
What is it?
Nothing. l just wanted to see you
That's all. Why?
You don't look too good
lt's nothing much. Just a touch of the blues
-ls it the theatre, or Gérard? -Both
Neither is worth it
Do you still want the truth?
The truth is that it's not important; plays work, or they don't work
They're pastimes for intellectuals
Open your eyes, look around
Have you noticed the people who live in this hotel?
They're worth more than any little actor
l have no little actor
lf you haven't yet, you will
You know why Juan's dead and l hold on? l have reasons to pop o_, too
We won't mention Terry. l'm around because l'm not crazy about an idea
There's only one solution: don't think
l cling to people l meet: you, anyone
l look at them: they exist
They're still alive and free
lf they can see me, too, it means l'm still here...
...if they think of me as one of them
That's egotistic
Maybe. l don't give a damn
-Do you hate me? -Right, l do
Believe me, l'm right
Look at people passing by, they live in a real world
Take those in my hotel: room 20, Birgitta
Finnish, aged nineteen. Ambition: happiness
Works as a model, hoping for better things
Room 13, Karoly, aged tNenty-four, from Budapest
Arrived with fiRy words ofFrench, still wants to be a doctor
Room 9, Gustave Baron, sixty-seven. A tiny pension. One son, killed 194O
Room 1 1, Minna, from 0armstadt. Came to France four years ago to...
Hello, Minna
-You know her? -l'm in Pericles too
-What's that prove? -Nothing. We're both right
That's what's complicated
Thanks for your advice, but l'll try to work things out myself
-Wish me luck -l won't abandon you
-Have you seen Philip? -_es
Why always Philip?
He's tough
-What's that mean? -Like everyone, he can't live alone
-That's profound? -Alone with his thoughts
More and more profound
And what are your thoughts?
The usual: comfort, good whisky...
Beautiful girls
Obviously. What more do you want?
l didn't mean that
How about your thoughts?
l was thinking of Philip, for a change
How it felt to be exiled
l feel more and more an exile myself
As if Terry had initiated me into an order of exiles
-Who was it? -De Georges
-Now what does he want? -Can't you guess?
Besides, you're all in exile
Doesn't this corruption disgust you?
The time draws nigh
l don't want to stay to the end
One must always take one's bow
l'd rather slip out before the tomatoes
Have you finished? You're not funny
l'm not trying to be funny
You're grotesque
You're spouting literature
-You irritate me -Point one. What's next?
What shall l tell you?
Not before the children
Later, then
-Be quiet, please -Why?
You know why
This is becoming fascinating
Don't get so upset. Can't we even have a joke?
You're looking for Philip? l don't know where he is
-He'll be back? -Surely. Can l give him a message?
-No, l must see him -Wait in my room
Have you known him long?
l don't care, you know; l'm notjealous
-A few days -l've known him since he's lived here
-ls that long? -Just three or four weeks
-And before? -l don't know
He had some money when he came to Paris. Then he let himself go
All sorts of reasons
He had many illusions. He thought he'd be welcomed here by free spirits
''Naught worse than the narrow spirit of liberals''
But there was something else
He didn't leave New York alone
-Terry? -You know her? Oh, well
She broke with him, l don't know why, and that didn't help
Why am l telling you all this?
-Did you know Juan? -l heard Gérard speak of him
lt seems he was very talented
l know he was handsome
l've a photo of him that Philip threw away. Want to see it?
That's his sister
-Juan's? -l saw her two or three times
A strange girl. A militant
She's disappeared. l don't know where
-Does Philip? -No. He's worried
Has Philip ever mentioned a tape of Juan's?
No. l don't know anything about music, or politics
They say Juan was plotting. He was famous for doing nothing
He spent his days at the Royal with friends
They'll be there still; they may help
-Do you know them? -Only by sight
Shall l come with you? You won't wait for Philip?
-Feeling better? -_es
Good. l'm o_ now, come and see me tomorrow
A tape? It's possible. All Spaniards play the guitar
l remember something, maybe it was him. Nothing much. l fell asleep
-Where did you hear it? -At a friend's
What friend?
Tania somebody. A Russian name
The last descendant of Genghis Khan
-Do you remember Tania's name? -Fedin
-Where does she live? -Near the Odéon somewhere
Your actor friends might know; she did a bit of acting
-Why pretend not to know me? -l don't know you
Was this Juan talented? He didn't Iook it: the Modigliani type
His genius lay in sitting for hours without saying a word
He'd watch passers-by, especially girls
lf he didn't like someone, he'd hit him
Once he got two weeks for hitting a man he said was a Fascist spy
You believe that?
lt's O.K. by me
You're adorable
That's all l know, and all l want to know
You were in a hurry last night. Why were you around here?
-Out for a walk -With that tart? Give me her address
How's your fancy man Gérard?
-l don't know -Cat got your tongue?
You're hiding something. Is it Gérard? Terry?
Yes and no. You wouldn't understand
l could try. Why not tell me?
Either l'm crazy, or Gérard is doomed, like Juan
-Why? -l don't know
Gérard is doing everything Juan did before he died. He can't stop
Because of Terry? Why Terry?
-Have you seen Philip again? -No. Why?
-Does Gérard see him? -l don't think so
What's he done that's so bad? Look at yourself, you're pale
Don't take any notice
-What's the time? -Three-thirty
-Could you lend me ten? -Here's five
-Why not go home in the vacation? -Later. Not now
-What do you want to do? Act? -Oh, right now...
l know someone who might help Gérard. It's up to Terry
You heard me. Otherwise, your friend Gérard has had it
Keep me posted, eh?
_uck's on our side. Meet at my pIace. Gérard
-What's up? -A secret
Everyone here?
l have great news
The Théâtre de la Cité has taken the play
There's a gap in their season. l've signed for thirty performances
Good-bye, Gérard
-What's wrong? -Don't you understand?
Understand what?
Sorry, but l'd rather not see you again
ls it serious?
No, don't worry, it clears the air
lt wouldn't have lasted, it's all for the best
Are you free tomorrow?
You'll have to come to the theatre for an audition
A pure formality. l'll rehearse you
See you at noon tomorrow, the theatre café
l'll be there
Don't worry, Anne, it will all work out
As everyone's kissing...
Will you drink something?
-l can't remember a word -lt no longer matters
What do you mean?
You'll soon know
They took the play on certain conditions: some cast changes
And my part?
l must use a well-known actress
-Who? -l don't know
-Are you angry? -Not at all
You despise me. Forgive me
Forgive me, too. l promised you Juan's tape, but l can't find it
lt doesn't matter; they'll impose a composer on me, too
Are you sure?
Can't we go on with the play as before?
No, it's too risky. This way is more certain
Could it be a trap?
What trap? Do you think l'm wrong?
No, you must be right. One must make concessions
l do so want to stage this play, l'd do nearly anything
l'll try to get you a job as an understudy; you'll get paid for it
l must be going now
No, Anne, l can't see you or anyone else. Leave me alone
Philip, l beg you
You're playing with fire. You don't appreciate the consequences
Why this investigation? What's Juan's death to you? Leave the dead alone
What have l done to you? You encourage me, discourage me, drive me crazy
What's the game? What use am l to you?
Don't try too hard to find out. Calm down
The hotel's being searched
Men in plain clothes, a funny-looking lot
Take Anne to your room
-What about you? -Don't worry about me
-What is all this? -Philip's been expecting it for days
He told me he hoped for a catastrophe; that alone would prove him right
He asks you to forgive the harm he's done. It was necessary
Necessary for what?
That's all he said; l thought you'd understand
He got away
A low-key reply, note that
Ay me, poor maid, born in a tempest when my mother died!
This world to me is a lasting storm, whirring me from my friends
ls this wind westerly that blows?
Southwest
When l was born the wind was noth
l'd like to do something for this wind bit
l saw a peasant do this once
l was on holiday, l can't bear the Côte d'Azur... where was l?
Oh yes, the wind business... l'd like to wet my finger...
...to test the wind direction
l understand, but l think it will slow the pace of the scene
Not a bit, take my word for it
l know the business: acting since l was sixteen
As a puppet?
l'd like to have Monsieur Boileau's opinion
lf you feel it inside, then do it
lt's an unusual gesture. Do it again
Yes, it's... fine
Very Renaissance. With proper lighting it will go big
lt depends on you. Can you place the finger in a spotlight?
We'll try it with a 25O
l haven't done the lighting yet
Mademoiselle Vera d'lstria insists that Monsieur Boileau lights her sets
Even when she designs window displays, Monsieur Boileau lights them
-What if he refuses? -No matter, l've got him
See Gérard, he'll fit you in. l'm playing a lady-in-waiting
Wait for me
-What are you doing? -Boileau wants to hear my Mark Antony
Friends, Romans, countrymen, Iend me your ears
l come to bury Caesar, not to praise him
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is an honourable man
-Did you find that girl? -Tania? No, l gave up
You mean Tania Fedin?
l ate with her last Sunday. She's moved
35 rue de Bellechasse
Much quicker, as though you were rising from the sea
But it's not a surprise; remember the pirates' galley in the background
What galley? You know about a galley?
lt's news to me
A model manned by dwarfs
Audition all dwarfs in Paris
Failing them, we could use kids with beards
-But why? -Third dimension, old chap
Mademoiselle d'lstria has a knack for such nuances
Got that, Jacquot?
l don't want to see anyone
l must see you
Who sent you? The lamb or the dragon?
The lamb
Come in, then
Untie me
An exercise. If the body is upright, so is the soul
We must prepare. The hour approaches
We must temper our souls with fire
God will spew forth the tepid
Are you ready? The star Absinthe approaches Earth
The waters are poisoned. Children drink a deadly milk
Do you read the papers?
A man in London died yesterday, with the stigmata of Hiroshima on his body
The end is very near. Be not afraid, do not tremble
-Who sent you? -Jean-Val gave me your address
He's a wretch. l owe him money and he keeps pestering me to pay
-But go on -l want to ask you something
-l haven't any money -Have you got Juan's tape?
He took it back three days before he died
He probably wanted it for that fool Anouita
Do you know Juan's sister?
l used to. If she had it, it's gone; a little tape is easy to wipe
-Why gone? -Maria Almereyda was sent to Spain
Sent on a mission, to start a strike, or some such nonsense
Do you know the tale of the warlord? He had a very dear friend
But all warlords come to distrust their friends
Friends are our mirror image
Sending him back to enemy territory, he had him parachuted over the sea
Then he declared him a martyr
-Juan's sister's friends did likewise -You think she's in danger?
l think she's been arrested, maybe shot
All those close to Juan must die
The American girl, the actor, myself
l don't know why, but l know. We die because we are life
All must perish
And you who have reached towards the secret...
...you now bear the fatal mark
-You took your time -l met Paul
What are you talking about?
About Juan. And how l asked him for the child you won't give me
l haven't decided
-Will you eat with us? -No, l must go
Afraid?
l know how it is. Courage drains from us, like water from a hand
Nothing can be done. Await a sign
Await his return. Be patient
Ham
-l can't wait. l give up -Patience is di_icult
Yes, child, waiting is di_icult
-Am l disturbing you? -Not at all. Come in
l quit the production this afternoon
You're not surprised?
-Why have you given up? -l'd had enough
Once you start making concessions, you can't stop
Boileau's taking over; he said he could do without my ideas
What about the others?
They quit, or were sacked. But Paul is in luck
Good for him
Couldn't you have fought it longer?
There are limits
But l'm satisfied, l let rip. l think l scared Boileau
Now they'll make me pay for it, they'll send me back to the wilds
What can they do?
l'm at the end of my tether, but l won't end up like Juan
lf l could, l'd blow everything up
That means nothing, l know
Anne, perhaps l seem normal, well, almost normal...
...but l feel l'm lost in Terre del Fuego
You're the last human face on the horizon
l have this curious dizzyness
Things seem to whirl about me faster and faster
-You need something to hang on to? -Exactly
-Have you seen Terry? -No
-Don't play games, l'm serious -So am l
l've phoned Terry. She's cut herself o_, she won't see anyone
She talked in riddles: ''l am unworthy of you, you are unworthy of me''
Do you love me?
Goethe said: ''lf l love you, is that your a_air?''
To hell with Goethe. Answer me
l'm fond of you, but l've no time to talk. l must work
l must take another exam in October
Well, good luck. Work hard and marry a notary
Why not?
lt's no?
ln that case: ''l have no alternative...
''...but to cast myself into the sea''
Molière, Georges Dandin, Act 3, Scene...
Fifteen
Why not?
Then he left. Perhaps l was wrong. It was my pride
His, too. l'm no saint
You love him?
l don't know where l am. Do you think he's in danger?
l won't be a moment
What was l saying? Oh yes, don't worry, it'll work out
Take a few days o_, it'll do you good. Things will work out
Stay with us. Come and see some silent films at a friend's
That will cheer you up
Give us a smile
lfyou don't call before midnight, l'll kill myself. Gérard
Monsieur Kaufman isn't here. We haven't seen him for a week
Anotherjeton, please
Jean-Marc, did l wake you? l must see you right away
-ls it a joke? -No, his flat is locked. No answer
Could you smell gas? He's with a girl
-What can l do about it? -Anything butjust stand here
Let's go to Terry's; maybe they've made up
Maybe l should phone first
Have you seen Gérard?
l had a message saying that he might kill himself
Can you come at once? Hurry
Why ask her to come?
-Will you tell her? -l don't know
l don't want to see her
Hurry up
Show me
-Didn't you call him? -lt was too late
-What can l do? -You're thrashing about in the dark
Juan's tape?
You see, it wasn't far away
Did Philip know? Why didn't you give it to Gérard?
You don't love Gérard, you deserted him
No. l'm afraid
lt built up, like for Juan
-You're sure you're not wrong? -l wish l were
How l've wished Philip were wrong, how l've refused to believe him
Now that's no longer possible
What is it? What's going on?
lt's Philip. He always talked of it
ln '45 we thought the death of one man had solved it all
Anne, this is the greatest conspiracy of all, on a worldwide scale
-But what? Who? -Still the same ones
But in thirty years, methods have changed
They're ready to regain power, on the sly
This time, no mercy: all will be sacrificed to e_iciency, the state
They're biding their time
Meanwhile, they've worked hard
You don't care?
But why Gérard?
lt a_ects him, Juan, you, all of us. Those who don't give in are broken
Either we huddle together like waifs, or swallow something like this
Total oblivion in ten minutes. Carrying it reassures me
You're making fun of me
Do l look like it? You wanted to know, now hear me out
Rule One of the organization: secrecy
Rule Two: the least sign of treason and you are condemned
You can't live alone with that secret. Philip's told me this for months
He learned it by chance in New York
He thought he could escape to Europe
I l saw him withdraw into himself destroy himself
l asked him stupid questions
One day he told me everything; perhaps that saved him
But then we couldn't go on living together sharing this thing
l didn't want to believe; it was too frightful
l tried my best to be rid of it; l left him
But the secret stayed with me, driving me crazy
l couldn't keep the secret any longer; l had to tell someone, or die
Now Juan is dead
A coincidence, perhaps; he was mixed up in dangerous things
l tried to think that
Then Gérard. He became strange, restless
His play fell through
Philip hounded me with his prophesies. And you, with your silly questions
De Georges, always after me
l hoped to save Gérard. l was wrong
l couldn't go on lying to Gérard
l abandoned him
Don't leave him, he needs you
What will you do?
Go back to Gérard's, try to break down the door
Go on. l just can't...
-What did she tell you? -Nothing
Secrets as always
-Here? -No, farther
Did you send me this?
Do l look as if l'd write such rubbish?
Are you angry with me? Don't be
-Why not? -l've told you
You expect me to fall into your arms?
That would be nice
l can't
How goes it? Over the blues now?
Much better. It seems like a bad dream
Your ''organization'' seemed a bit much
Mixing with geniuses is bad for you
Common sense comes back, sooner or later
Dead? It's not true
l'm coming
Gérard has committed suicide. l'm going
Don't go. l can't tell you more. Don't go
Please. You'd never forgive me
-Get hold of yourself, Pierre. -l wouldn't forgive you, either
Who found him?
Terry called me
lt's really suicide?
Perhaps
-He was murdered? -Perhaps
You're sure it's not suicide? And Juan wasn't suicide?
l'm not sure of anything
A strange coincidence
But maybe they can push their victims to suicide
The art of seduction, persuasion. Man has long sought the devil's face
We're beginning to see it
lt's all my fault. l acted like an idiot
l provoked it by trying to help
You did nothing of the sort; you're a cog in a vast machine
What do they want?
Power, world domination. A nice, worldwide concentration camp
ln a spy film, nabbing de Georges would su_ice. But he's only a link
l think it's a crime syndicate, a dictatorship syndicate
But if they killed Gérard...
Then we're all suspect
Anne. l'm to blame
Pierre, what did you do?
l can't say now, but l swear l did all l could to prevent this
l know why he's dead and who's responsible
Who?
Later. He tried to buy my silence and l refused
He said he'd break me. He's capable of anything
l stood up to him. Now l'm afraid. Help me
-Where are you? -What station?
Dupleix. l don't know where to go. Come to me
l'm coming
We'll go together
We'll meet at Jean-Val's place. They're rehearsing a new show
-l can't believe that Pierre... -l always suspected him
They're a pitiless breed, and deserve no pity
Come quickly, Anne
Take me away from Paris, Terry, before they find me
We could rejoin Philip. There's only two seats. Pierre, you come with me
You must. Anne, take a taxi. You know where to go?
Jean-Val told me
Got any money? Here's some
-Pierre's with Terry. Where are they? -They must have got lost
Don't worry
-You knew it already? -Pierre? It's what l tried to find out
-Why didn't you tell me? -l should have
You used me. You gambled with Gérard's life
Anne, l had to be sure that we weren't imagining things
And are you sure now?
l no longer know
l called in at my old place on the way here. l found this
A letter from Juan's sister in Spain
''We were wrong. Juan was murdered by agents of the Falange
''That's not fantasy. You can fight against that. l'm fighting''
-l dropped Pierre o_ -Terry, you didn't dare...
Dare what?
-l want to know what happened -Nothing
He got out
Maybe he didn't want to see you
-You killed him. It's you! -Why should l?
l don't believe you!
l was wrong. Pierre wasn't guilty
l know, Philip
l was wrong, Terry. Pierre wasn't guilty
Keep back. Leave us, l'm used to this
Go and rest, Anne. That's an order
Anne, l don't know how to tell you
-He was innocent? -Almost
Gérard did commit suicide. De Georges drove him into a corner
He got financial control of Pericles
Gérard ended it all rather than give in
He thought he had another enemy, and yielded to his loneliness
-What did Pierre do? -De Georges' dirty work
What about the organization?
lt exists only in Philip's imagination
lt's easy to encompass everything in one idea
His idleness, his cowardice. Nightmares are alibis
And Gérard died for that
Such organizations do exist, but less clear-cut
Money, policing, faction... all the figures of Fascism
Evil has more than one face
-And what about Pierre? -Pierre is dead
-You killed him? -Yes. For no reason
On him l found an atrocious letter from de Georges
-Anyway, he was a rat -And you?
We're imbeciles
lt's all your fault. You sought the sublime
-Poor fool! -Go away!
-We're going -Where?
You'll see
-What will you do now? -Stage Pericles. Are you with us?
What for?
ls this wind westerly that blows?