Coppelia’s casket
The flowing tears have already dried up
Solitude starved for blood
Death dances, smelling of angel down
In a town where the black sun never sets
Everyone works silently with an air of deception
I cannot meet you
I cannot meet you here
God, our savior
Coppelia’s casket
People are dolls tired of dancing
The lamb on the altar
Where is the mechanical dream headed?
Coppelia’s casket
O light awakened from the darkness
The lamb on the altar
Where is the dream with the broken spring headed?
Noir…
It is the name of an ancient fate.
Two maidens who govern death.
The peace of the newly born,
their black hands protect.
You’re a very good painter.
Cut it out.
[Season of Hell]
This one’s nice too.
Oh, but this one’s nice too.
What is it?
A sketchbook?
You want it?
Are you thinking of drawing?
Well, maybe it’s time you had a hobby or two like everyone else.
All right, if you want it, let’s hurry up and get it.
Yo!
Oh, I’m sorry.
This is supposed to be your spot.
My spot?
Yes…
This spot doesn’t belong to anyone.
If you want to draw, feel free.
Oh, that’s a nice breeze. It’s such a clear day today.
You’re right.
Don’t stand on ceremony on my account.
Okay…
Hey, you’re going to use a brush from the start?
Usually, you sketch it out first.
You do?
Oh, no, it’s okay. Don’t mind me.
It’s best to draw in whatever way you want.
Okay!
Looks like your shop is as popular as ever, Paulette.
Well, it’s because I’m good.
So what did you want to talk about?
Do you remember Christian Galle?
The one who used to be Morgan’s right hand man?
He’s supposed to be serving time in South America.
He’s come back to Paris.
They say he was pardoned.
You’re the one who did Morgan two years ago, aren’t you?
Everyone knows about the trouble back then.
It was just a typical scuffle.
Galle is gathering men.
He means to get back at you.
This session is going to be expensive.
I know.
You really have beautiful hair.
Like I had when I was young.
Thank you.
The sun’s starting to set,
so it’s about time for me to call it quits.
Are you still going to keep at it?
Oh, no, it’s just that, well…
Your painting is very distinctive.
It is?
I’m not very good myself, but that’s quite something.
No, I’m sorry. Don’t mind me.
It’s best to just enjoy painting.
Yes…
If you ever need any supplies, you should buy them here.
The quality is good and it’s cheap.
Okay, thank you.
Oh, they’re sold out again.
The owner of the shop makes those tiles himself.
They’re popular, but the owner is so stubborn.
I wish he’d make more of them.
Later!
Did you locate the woman yet?
Don’t be in such a rush. We’ll find her soon enough.
I’m counting on you, partner.
Oh?
There we go.
Do you see that man often?
The man you were painting with.
What’s his name?
I don’t know.
I see. It would be better if you don’t see him anymore.
You can have that.
It’s a genuine medal. I won it in Guiana.
I used to be in the Foreign Legion.
I’m Milosh Havel. I’m a Czechoslovakian.
But I don’t even remember if it’s the Czech Republic or Slovakia now.
What’s your name?
I…
I’m…
No, it’s okay.
Everyone has things they don’t want to talk about.
Don’t let it bother you.
Half the men who join the Foreign Legion are from Eastern Europe.
It’s where men who’ve deserted their countries gather.
No wonder it’s not a pretty job.
I’ve been thinking it over while I painted out here.
Should I join up again or not?
Sorry…
I bet a girl like you could never imagine what my world is like.
Not really.
Are you still seeing that man?
Yes…
Didn’t I tell you
that it would be better if you didn’t see him anymore?
Why?
Is he still there?
Yes…
Looks like he’s following us.
Yes…
Cover the exits. Take out the woman.
All right.
Damn!
Did you survive last time by running away too?
You bastards…
Too bad, this is checkmate.
Galle, get in, quick!
Watch where you’re driving! Are you trying to kill me too?!
I saved your butt and you can’t even say a word of thanks?
What a miscalculation.
I’d heard she was tough, but I had no idea.
Damn it, I’ll kill them no matter what it takes!
Yo!
Hello.
I’ve decided to join up again.
Shooting people and getting medals… I’d gotten sick of it.
But there isn’t any other work I can do anyway.
I knew it from the start.
It’s turned into a nice painting.
It’s got taste.
It’s a bold painting.
Well, how do you say… even if it is rather clumsy.
Thank you.
I guess this is where we say goodbye.
Yes…
Even when I was in Africa, I used to paint when I had the time.
You should keep painting too.
Okay!
Bye!
Mr. Milosh!
This gun…
No, it’s okay. Don’t mind me.
Yes… I see.
Thank you, Paulette. Put it on the bill of my next visit.
I’ve got Galle’s location.
Who the hell are you? How’d you get in…
That’s why I told you!
That’s why…
That’s why I told you…
The soft touch
Finally made me realize how cold my cheek was
Like waking up in the morning
And noticing the birds chirping for the first time
Suddenly
I don’t know anything yet
What my heart is seeking
I don’t know
I was always looking up at the sky
Like this, since who knows when
I would send my thoughts to right below that cloud
[Preview] [Reunion in Paris]
[That day, they left their homeland]
[The unfeeling bullet] [that strikes down the past]
[A Bouquet of Flowers for Mireille]