Light?
Yes, thanks.
I'm going to see what's happening.
Anything new?
Nothing.
No. No answer.
This desire to find still water again.
The courage to separate.
In the morning we'll awaken...
...to the touch of a thigh...
...a foot... a caress...
You will open in me.
As you desire, I shall receive him.
I am willing to accord him that, at least.
Soon Pylades will bring him here to me ;
Yet, if I thought, I should take more care.
And why are you so loath to see the Prince?
Is he not then the same Orestes still
for whose return a thousand times you longed
whom you regretted for his constant love?
It is this love, so much despised by me
which makes his presence so hard to bear.
How must he triumph, how ashamed I am
that my mishaps should equal his distress.
"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"
Well... I couldn't see a thing. Mind starting again?
"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"
No. That's not it.
You're coming from offstage, so move off centre.
Ok, take it again.
No! Listen... "Is this..."
I've asked you to follow direction...
...follow it precisely...
No, not like that. I explained that before.
I'm not getting it.
Excuse me.
No! It's absurd! you're an actress, you have to get it!
Look, it may be absurd, but you know...
I can't work in these conditions.
With all this...
Don't argue. Shut up!
I didn't say anything.
I won't! I won't and I can't! Excuse me!
Get someone else.
I'm going.
Do you know the staging?
Yves knows it.
Her lines were right but there wasn't enough feeling.
When you're looking for someone... you know... I'd like...
We could do another scene.
Let's take a look... That's ok.
We could just stop for a bit.
Look, if you want, we'll stop shooting.
Why?
My idea was to...
...do a show on rehearsals...
...and the story of the rehearsals... but...
...life and theatre get a bit too intertwined, eh?
It's a bit natural, after all....
We don't have to show the problems, but...
...I think it's good, it keeps the actors on their toes...
...and me too, we know we're being watched...
If you still want to, I think we should go on.
I don't know. We'll have to see.
Anyway, we could ask the cast what they think.
Well they all agreed at the start, so why drag it up again
I'm not going to.
And you? -Me?
I agree.
Why are you called "Puck"?
I'm not! You call me that.
Didn't I hear others call you that?
Her name isn't Puck!
Sure it is. Pearl Puck!
Got any more of those? I've noticed
your, uh... your cigarette tricks...
the match boxes...
I think I was too late.
Have you shown Lewis what you did earlier?
No, but he knows all that.
I'm proud to follow Lewis in your interviews...
You're in luck.
Was it good?
Good.
Is he good?
Show us the rushes?
And there's time to dub, see the commentary.
Sure we just need to sync it first.
Sure...
Maybe I'll see the rushes,
and we can get Lewis to dub my voice as Pyrrhus...
You're kidding, but...
No, I'm not kidding. I talked...
In "Buddy Love".... he was serious...
Yes. No, but even in something... not at all funny...
He should learn French first.
No, he's fine. Have you heard him sing "Good Morning" in that film?
And he improvises the French sounds...
uh, yeah.
He's great at French double-talk.
I'm sure he'd be good in... no, really...
Let's try it.
Marta?
Are you working these days?
No... because I'd like to have you join us...
Yes... Hermione...
No, no problem... I'll explain...
Since I was the one who smashed into it...
I'm in the wrong. We can't collect.
We'll have to take taxis,
since we can't get it fixed now.
It will be more expensive.
Could you get any more work done?
After?
Yes, a little.
You weren't too upset?
Me, no.
But the rest of them...
It makes a bad atmosphere
and some strained relationships.
Mostly, I don't get you.
I know, I don't understand myself either.
For the time being I don't feel like working anymore.
I want to be alone.
I want to go away.
And not see the others.
What've they done?
I don't know, nothing. They're assholes.
You acted like an asshole too.
True...
but I get tired a lot... I want to sleep...
...I want to go home, that's all.
You rest.
Stay home in the evenings, if you like...
We'll eat here...
I'll work in one room, and you rest...
Rest.
Alright...
You don't need me down there? Sure?
Shall I come?
Yes, if you like. It looks like Marta is OK
Really?
It looks like it... but come if you like.
I don't know... I'll see... Maybe...
I think I'll stay.
Whatever you want.
From the top. Take your place there.
As you desire I shall receive him; I will accord him that.
Soon Pylades will bring here; yet I should not see him...
And why are you so loath to see the Prince?
Is he not then the same Orestes still
for whose return a thousand times you longed
whom you regretted for his constant love?
It is this love, so gracelessly repaid, which makes me dread his presence.
How he must triumph, how ashamed I am...
...that my mishaps should equal his distress.
"Is this," he'll say, "the proud Hermione?"
She scorned me and another spurns her
"She who used to rate her heart so high, now tastes rejection."
Lady, dispel these empty fears! He's felt your charms too deep.
You think a suitor comes to jeer?
He brings a heart he could not keep away.
But you do not say what your father asks.
If Pyrrhus still delays, not consenting to the young Trojan's death,
My father bids me with the Greeks depart.
Well, lady, listen to Orestes, then.
Pyrrhus began; you should do the rest.
To act aright, you should forestall him now.
Did you not say you hated him?
Hate him, Cleone? Honor so commands;
after so many oaths, he's lost...
As you desire, I shall receive him.
I am willing to accord him that.
Soon Pylades will bring here; yet I should not see him...
How are you? -Fine.
Are you happy? -Yes.
Ok, it's late. Let's stop, shall we?
Hi, dear. How are you?
And you? -Fine.
You look great. -Pretty!
You like it?
My old flames have always gotten along.
Going?
Want to come for dinner at our place?
No. Another time.
After you tell Sebastien. Ok?
Do you have any cinnamon?
He's been on the game for ages and he's getting nowhere...
Come on, we're sitting down after. Have a drink?
Win?
Not even ten francs!
You're not zonked?
Don't worry.... I've been zonked for months.
Give me some of your gum.
Gum?
No, listen, I'm talking.
Knock it off! You're disgusting!
Want Some? -Oh! Later.
The gum back in the liberation was louder.
Ahahahahaha!
How her refusal breathes unfeeling scorn.
We're starting right in?
How her refusal breathes unfeeling scorn!
Follow her advice, and see Pyrrhus.
One look would rout Hermione and Greece.
But he is seeking you...
She goes off, there. And you all have to follow her.
You weren't turned away like that.
Is that right? No, shorter.
Do you joy at Hector's widow weeping at your knees?
I do not come with jealous tears, to envy you a heart that longs for you.
I saw, alas! a cruel hand pierce the heart that I aspired to.
My love was lit by Hector long ago;
and it is buried in his tomb, with him.
But I still have his son.
One day you will know Madame, how far a mother's love will go.
Why fear the child, with Hector dead?
Let me conceal him on some desert isle.
I feel for you; but duty falls silent when my father has spoken.
Make him declare his mind ; I will subscribe.
You don't look at me.
How scornfully the cruel girl denied us!
Good. Ok, let's do it again from the preceding scene.
From... Andromache's entrance.
See you at home?
Yes. You ok?
it is now buried with him in his tomb.
But still I have his son.
One day you'll know how far... don't laugh... a mother's love will go.
Claire?
Hand me that.
The eau de cologne?
Do you like it?
Not so much... Like that.
Oh, my dear Cephisa
My heart cannot hide from you.
My heart... My heart cannot hide from you.
That's it.
Your faultless loyalty acting to the letter.
Yet I thought you might know me better.
What? Did you think Andromache untrue
would betray him who thought to live anew
I won't bother you here?
No, not at all.
Through her revive the sorrows of the dead
And with my peace betray the tears shed
Good now once more starting from "What?"
Wait, the scene is not sad.
Not sad...
He's dumb. -No, he's nice.
He's the dumbest! Look!
The king of pop-ups...
Doesn't even pop up.
Don't hurt his popper.
He's bad.
He's nice. Leave him like that.
See? Now he's happy.
Can't even pop up!
Leave him alone!
Stop it. He's one of the rarest pop-up toys...
Your drumming sounded nice.
Yes, it was great.
You're improving!
I really am. No kidding, you noticed!
I think you should drop theatre for drumming.
Really? I've thought about it seriously.
Ahaha!
Come on... You're kidding me...
No, I'm not.
Because I'm getting it... I'm still lousy, but I'm getting it.
It's a small set of drums.
I'm going to buy it... Don't worry... I have an idea...
When I was over at Central Rhythm...
I saw a second-hand set... when I get some bread...
I think Celia...
and Madly were very pleased.
Madly.... I think they were very pleased.
I didn't see.
I noticed.
Hm... I didn't.
They were surprised, anyway. Couldn't you tell?
What do you expect?
Blacks have rhythm...
- What? - Blacks have rhythm
Idiot!
You too...
You're a black... A real black...
Do you think the neighbours are happy?
Yes. -Yes?
Very happy? -Yes, yes.
Two tam-tams, a snare and a bass...
and brushes...
I don't like brushes... because
they are for Jazz.
Brushes are soft....
I'm not actually into jazz... rhythm and blues are more my specialty...
You know how?
Hey, the pop-up.
He's asleep.
I really don't like him. I really don't.
Leave him like that.
No, I don't like him. He gets on my nerves!
It's really that pop-up that gets on my nerves, you know.
I never saw one so annoying.
I warn you, someday I'll do something to this pop-up...
What are you going to do? You wouldn't let me take his hat off.
I'm going to disguise him as a lady pop-up boy!
teeheehee
Can we toss him out?
Sleep.
I won't sleep with this pop-up toy. I refuse.
Do you want to sleep with him? Or me? You've got to choose...
Sleep...
You asleep?
Like that?
Sleepy?
Ok. Sleep.
Thursday
I know not. Was I master of myself?
Rage carried me away; perhaps I went
to threaten both the ingrate and her love.
And what resulted from this fit of rage?
Who'd not be stunned by this horrendous blow?
Tomorrow he will wed Hermione...
Honouring me by receiving her from me
Ah! Sooner will this hand, in his barbarian blood...
You accuse him, Sir, by this strange turn of fate
Yet he's tormented by his own plans, perhaps.
He is to be pitied, just as I pity you.
No, no, I know him. My despair spurs him on.
Without me and my love, he'd scorn her.
Up to now her charms hadn't touched him.
He takes her to deprive me of her.
Up to now her charms hadn't touched him.
He takes her to deprive me of her.
You think so?
Never was he more loved!
Do you think that even Pyrrhus had done as you bid
The flimsiest pretext wouldn't have kept her here?
Do you know what I think? Shun her deceptive attractions
Instead of abducting her, flee forever.
Otherwise your lover will turn into a fury
Who will detest you, who, your whole life
Will regret a marriage so nearly attained,
Will want... That's why I must carry her away.
Did you expect, Cleone, such restrained wrath?
Sadness which keeps silent can be just as fatal
I pity him
all the more because he's the author of his own problems,
The thing he has lost is still a part of him:
Look at the length of time since the wedding was announced.
He only talks, Madame, and Pyrrhus fears.
Pyrrhus afraid?
Afraid of what?
Of those who for ten years fled Hector?
Who, by Achilles absence terrified, fled often to the burning ships
And still would, but for his son, be seeking Helen's return?
Livelier
No, Cleone, he is not his enemy.
He does what he wills. Weds me, loves me.
Yet Orestes must ascribe his tears to me
Pyrrhus returns to me Yet Orestes must ascribe his tears to me
Pyrrhus returns to me
Oh, dear Cleone Can you feel the joy that fills Hermione?
Know you who Pyrrhus is?
Have you heard his many exploits?
Many...
Even more... she knows, because he already reproached her...
...for being too, uh...
for...betraying him...
you, at least, dazzled by his glory.
You know? No, you don't know.
Though she knows... we know you're making him tell the truth.
Know you who Pyrrhus is?
No, you don't know. Look...
You make him tell about the exploits...
I'd like to interview one actress...
...I'd like it to be you.
Ok, but what'll it be, where are you taking me?
It won't take more than ten minutes.
I wonder if you'd mind leaving us alone.
It's an exclusive interview...
Set?
We're all set; rolling!
I feel like I'm at the doctor's.
No, it's more like the psychiatrist's.
Not much better.
My guess is that Marta is a stage name, right?
Yes, a stage name. That's right.
Why did you change your name?
My real name is... Jose Roskep, actually.
I changed it because when I started in theatre...
...well, when I first wanted to, at around sixteen or so...
I discovered Pirandello.
I read a line: "To Marta, that I may not die."
It was in honour of Marta-Abba.
I really like it.
You like Pirandello?
Yes, very much.
And I chose Marta. That's all.
Done any Pirandello?
No, I've never played him. Not yet.
What have you done?
Oh, a lot of things... "Antigone"...
uh... "The Seagull"...
and then all the classics...
Happy to be working with Sebastien?
With Sebastien, yes. I'm happy too.
I've played a lot of classics,
and it's never very satisfying...
...and here, I finally find what I'm looking for...
...well, you've been at rehearsals... it's good, exciting...
And I think it's honest.
Thanks.
That's ok.
But if you're...
if you let the rhythm take you at that point...
Ok, take it again now.
I would be happy in the urgency of my ardour
If I could carry off my princess in place of Astyanax
Is that it? "Carry off my princess" ?
Do I get up too?
For do not hope my new-inflamed love...
...can by the greatest dangers be dismayed.
Since stubborn, long resistance is in-vain,
I follow blindly my impelling fate.
I love, and come to win Hermione,
carry her off, or die before her eyes.
You know the king; what think you he will do?
Tell me, what happens in his court, and heart?
Will he return what he took from me?
Wait till he's taken a good look.
He's going to get up...
And without his look...
I would be happy in the urgency of my ardour
If I could carry off my princess in place of Astyanax
For I do not expect that my..
Ok, hang on, once again...
I would be happy in the urgency of my ardour
If I could carry off my princess in place of Astyanax.
That's where you stand up.
That was fine.
Got the keys?
Don't you have them?
Hey, how come Marta isn't with you?
She went home to change.
Shall I change too?
Why? You haven't been working.
I'm dirty.
I want to put on that dress.
Then should I change too?
Don't you think she's a bit dressy?
I don't know...
Tidy up your side.
I'd appreciate it.
Sebastien!
Say, how did you find Celia?
Fine.
No, who brought her over?
Michele, because she has...
Pass me the salad?
...she was in a show Celia sang in...
Ah.
How do you like her bestâ€“â€“ in a dress or pants?
Uh... I don't know...
I think she's terrific in pants!
You should have her wear pants.
How do you like Madly?
Cephisa!
Madly Bamy...
Oh. She's pretty, eh? Don't you think so?
Eh?
Don't you think she has pretty eyes?
You can tell she's a dancer... she's so graceful.
I hadn't noticed...
Haven't you noticed her hips? Very slim...
...and she puts on charm...
What do I do with this?
Oh, put it behind the cushion, ok? That's good.
She puts on charm a bit, though, don't you think?
Though it doesn't matter, because for Cephisa...
She never stops. Have you noticed?
I have. Anyway, it works... everybody eats it up...
I don't know.
She has pretty.. Ooh la la
This cover's all wrong!
You're not very neat.
She's a little, little, eh?
Pretty eyes?
Who?
The cover...
Ah! Madly!
She has pretty eyes... very pretty...
Happy?
You're lucky!
I'm surrounded by beauties... mainly you.
What do we do now?
Keep tidying up there.
You're also lucky to have Michele, eh? Real moral support.
Michele's a great girl, isn't she? Really...
I'm not sure you realise how much you need her.
You think so too? -Yes.
I've noticed, when she's gone for five minutes, you're lost...
Don't exaggerate!
She's a rare one, you know.
So, how do you like my dress?
Beautiful... Shiny, eh?
A bit shorter... - No... no? That's too much.
We're pretty good together, I'd say.
Especially you.
We make a nice couple, don't we?
You and Marta made a nice couple too...
Giving us a concert?
No. I'm denying you a concert.
Tough!
Yes, tough! Tough for you.
Noticed anything about Sebastien lately?
Don't you think he's changed a lot?
Don't you think he's not himself?
He looks good, is that it?
You happy?
Yes and no...
It's true, you're looking good.
It's not normal... with all the work he has...
You know, I think he's hiding something...
What?
He's in love...
I think he's living his great passion.
It's a very big moment in his life.
In love with Andromache?
I've got to laugh.
Look... look at him!
You seem very different.
Very handsome...
You know, Marta, Sebastien's cheating on me. I'm sure of it.
He's cheating on me now.
"I cheat on myself... you cheat on yourself... he cheats..."
Wait...
I don't seem like much, but I've done some investigating.
I don't have any proof, but I'm very patient...
Of course, you're cunning, clever...
Very clever... you don't look like much, you
say what you're doing, and then...
...you won't fool me.
because... I'm watching you...
I know you... I see through you...
I'm here in my corner...
I don't seem to do or see much...
or hear much... but...
I see all. I hear all.
I remember.
And I wait... I bide my time...
One of these days, I'll do something...
Something that will surprise you all...
that will astonish the world...
...wait...
...you'll see...
then, it'll be too late...
I'm tired.
I'll leave you.
Don't mind me.
You can stay, Marta. Stay if you like.
See you tomorrow.
I'm on this scene?
Yes, exactly!
My lord, you must control this extreme anger
Your actions seem like those of a stranger
Your words are our of season Pylades, I'm wearied by dull reason.
My life is dragged out now in suffering I must depart with her or end this thing
My plans are made, I shall complete them. Yes I wish it.
I agree, but think how they'll react. What will men say, seeing how you act?
Dissimulate: they mustn't see you fret Let your eyes guard your secret
The guards, the court, the very air around you Belong to Pyrrhus and Hermione
Above all, hide your anger from her eyes
You Gods, why seek her out in this way
Who knows? Of myself, am I the master?
Rage carried me away. Perhaps I went to threaten them.
How did this rage result?
What mind wouldn't be overcome by the blow that snatched away my reason?
he marries Hermione tomorrow I must give her to him, rather this barbarian I'll slay
You accuse him though all is fate you, tormented by his inner fires
He may be equally to be pitied.
No, it is my despair that spurs him on.
But for my love, he'd scorn her; he never cared before.
He takes her only to deprive me.
God! Hermione, won, would've been lost to him forever.
It's changed... that's not what I have...
Yes, it's changed, Denis.
Oh God! It's done. Had I won Hermione
She would have left his sight forever.
Her heart was caught between love and spite;
She wanted to give it to me, awaiting only his refusal.
Her eyes opened, Pylades, she heard Orestes,
Talked to him, pitied him.. One word would have done the rest.
You think so?
What! This enflamed wrath
Against the wretch...
Never!
Is that right? With the cut coming there?
Yes, thats been changed. Good
Ok. So...
Another time I will open my soul to you
Sir!
Another time I will open my soul to you
Sir!
You see: you first, then me...
Sir!
Another time I will open my soul to you. Andromache approaches.
Were you looking for me, Madame?
Would you permit me so charming a hope?
What do I do? ... Oh, yes...
Madame, when you kiss him
consider how to save him.
It is this love, so gracelessly repaid, which makes me dread his presence.
...does it follow... if it leads to the character of Pyrrhus...
I mean, you've cut it here...
I've been having a look. Its a kind of dispensation for you... he's..
in the text here.... the role of Pyrrhus....
The pivotal character, between the two forces.
the forces of Andromache and Hermione.
I don't think so. I think he, er.. her... that's not like Racine...
That is, he'd belong to a second group
...there's the line.... the idea... the fact that he's wrecked everything..
Hermione says she loved Pyrrhus before being... before...
Michele, you want to give us... uh... the blocking?
Flee then; and since you're loved...
Give my fury time to swell.
Let me assure myself against my foe.
Cleone, I wish to depart from him with horror.
He'll help it all too readily, the wretch!
I can do it too. I have to get into it.
Ok. Go ahead, Go on.
Could you call my place?
Sure. What do I say?
No, I'd better do it myself.
Where'd you buy it?
Hello, Claire? Look, uh... Don't wait up for me tonight.
Go to bed... I'll be home late....
I don't want to bother you by making noise.
No, don't worry about me. I sleep anywhere...
Yes, but above all, get some rest.
Yes. I'll call you in the morning, bye.
And I myself have sacrificed today my blood, my hate and my love
It is important to remember, Andromache's fate.
is trusted to your faithfulness.
It is Hermione! Let us flee her temper.
Jean-Pierre.
I went there. -Yes, there.
I don't think you can put it that way...
that it's theatre, and nothing else,
What is theatre? It's... A game with masks...
...and then characters come into this waiting room, to talk, to confess...
You have to feel that... the walls have burst open...
...and we're given a look at... the condition of the soul
...the condition of the soul... bared before a spectator, who...
...judges the characters in relation...
...to each other... each wrapped in his own subjectivity...
and so for each to achieve that subjectivity, the actor must....
have deeply understood just how much...
the guy he's playing runs up against...
You don't answer! I see you are false.
You count these moments with me as lost!
Your heart, impatient to return to Troy
Suffers no regret; you guard it closely.
You talk to her with your heart, you seek her with your eyes.
I will keep you here no longer in this place:
Go and promise her what you have promised me;
Go and profane the sacred majesty of the Gods:
The Gods, the just Gods, will not have forgotten
How those same oaths have bound me to you.
Take this heart which has abandoned me to the foot of the altar;
Go, run; but beware lest you find Hermione there again.
Sir, you understand. Beware
A passionate lover intent upon revenge.
She is, in this place, only too well supported;
The Greek's quarrel has bound them to her;
Orestes loves her still; and perhaps at this price...
Andromache awaits me. Phoenix, guard her son.
Which way did Andromache exit last time?
That way
That way?
Here's the line.
That way would be better
Let's go; flee her violence?
Yes....so, this way then.
Ok. Good. You go that way and I'll go this.
Hang on, hang on: the line...
Orestes loves her still; and perhaps at this price...
Andromache awaits me...
There you go. Ok? - Yes, OK.
Phoenix is done.
Want any? -What?
Tranquilizers...
No, I'd rather do some speed.
You take tranquillisers and coffee?
I didn't take a tranquilliser.
You know....
I think you should...
start again, with facts and words
...you should run the lines with the actors.... you know...
I don't know.
The lines.... in costume...
It's too physical, all mechanical. They're not going to get inside it.
It's all nonsense... the dialogue...
It's crazy... have you thought about what you're trying to change?
At the read-throughs, they do seem to be getting it really...
...a great feeling for the play...
but translating that to movements on the stage...
It's all shot to hell!
Yes, but it's because they've forgotten uh...
...the words... what the lines mean...
which makes the action meaningless.
The movements are false.
Maybe they shouldn't move at all. Racine is really...
people speaking, speaking and finally expressing what they have to say...
Perhaps that's all.... - The movements are irrelevant.
So sad! - Yes, sad.
You're leaving them on their own too much.
No... Well, yes I do, but I'm not exactly to blame for leaving them alone.
Well, I don't really know... what to do. I saw... you saw the rushes...
There was something I really... I wanted to be the kindly director...
....feeling ideas and everyone getting something from it.
All along we wanted the idea of a society - just to get
the actor's own ideas... the bringing everyone together.
But that's a whole new way, a common effort...
Why? But if you see that on TV, it perpetuates the myth of the director
You don't look much like a director.
Anyway, it's not that serious, it's not a portrait.
It's not the TV so much... it's just I realise that...
...it influences... they're expecting things from me.
And now I'd like... I'd like to be completely...
...to do a couple of read-throughs and let them do it.
So why not? - But now it's too late, you see.
That doesn't mean anything...
There are director's who say, "OK, I'll let you do it."
Then they go to sleep.
But still, seeing it again... reading it in the book...
I agree with you, I have done that.
They have the book with them... When you're sitting round a table,
reading, it's fine...
I don't need to talk. We can get the style back.
But as soon as the action starts, it's all gone again.
It slips away.
What Labarthe said the other day, that didn't work...
The thing is, I don't want it to work, unless it's in a special way.
It's like it's really got to be conversation
Just people talking, naturally...
But technically, to be audible, it's about projection
We can do it.
You just to really grasp... It's what you do on that stage...
It's... it's the guy who's... who's expressing...
...what he's saying very carefully - but what it should be, just people talking
without worrying about anything else. That's all there is!
People... two people talk... they make contact
...they're on the same level...
...whatever they do, it's...
...they do it as people...
and that's it. That's all.
That's all there is to it. It seems so simple to me...
And then as soon as you try to do it...
Ah! I didn't think he was so near.
Enter a bit more normally... more normal, huh?
Can I believe, Sir, that a drop of tenderness
leads you to seek out this sad princess?
Or must one impute it to obligation -
This earnest eagerness you have to see me?
This is the lethal blindness of my love,
You know it, Madame, and the fate of Orestes
Is to come to you ceaselessly, to worship your beauty,
While swearing always never to return.
There you are, then; for a year only care has animated me.
Madame, it is up to you to choose a victim.
You got it? - Yes, yes.
Can we go? -Yes
Somehow that changes everything.
I'll have to rethink the whole thing.
Yes, we'll have to take another look at it.
Can I sleep at your place tonight?
Sure.
You don't mind no one's coming in the morning?
No, no. You can come.
Still can't play records at night?
No, they still complain.
Not many new ones...
Still listen to this one?
Yes, from time to time.
You need a hand? - I'm fine.
You like to help these days? - Well, you know...
There! You'll be fine.
I wrote some good stuff on the play.
What, on the direction?
Yes, on the direction... for the actors...
everything is really... it's very sharp.
So it's new?
For me it is.
Show me?
Yes, I will, but I have to read it...
because, you know, my writing...
So, the best way to present characters,
is to show what they project.
It's to commit yourself to pursue a whole work...
No, I don't feel like reading it right now.
I'll do it tomorrow for everyone...
Hey, comb your hair!
Not bad!
Got a razor you can lend me?
No, don't bother.
Sleep well.
Got all you need?
Yes. No, do you have any sleeping pills?
No, I never take them.
Can I sleep nude? The maid isn't coming in the morning?
No, not till the afternoon.
Marta, I'm bored!
What time are you getting up?
I don't know.
What time is it?
I don't know... look.
Ah... 2:15
I should get up at 8:30.
He's all right, he's nice; he has a good smile.
Alarm clock work?
Are you sure?
Yes, listen.
The bell? Yes, I use it every day.
Saturday 19th
Alas, he will die! His only defence
Is in the tears of his mother and his own innocence...
And perhaps, after all, in my present state
His death will hasten the end of my sorrows.
I prolonged my life for him and my misery
But finally I will follow in his steps and see his father again.
Your efforts will unite us three...
Go, lady, go and see your son.
Perhaps your love will be less guided by your anger.
To know your fate, I'll call on you again.
Lady, as you embrace him, think to save your son.
As you desire, I shall receive him; I am willing to accord him that.
Soon Pylades will bring him here; yet I should not see him...
All our ports are open for her and for him.
How she could spare me trouble and tedium!
Sir - Another time I will open my soul to you: Andromache approaches
Were you looking for me, Madame?
Would you permit so charming a hope?
I'm going to the place my son is being kept
Wait! Wait!
I'm going to the place
Since once per day you suffer it that I may see him,
The only good thing left to me of Hector and Troy.
I'm going to weep with him for a moment:
I have not kissed him today.
Ah, Madame, the Greeks, if I believe their warnings,
Will soon give you other subjects for alarm.
And you will announce so cruel a decree?
Is it because of me he's called a criminal?
Alas!
Alas! One doesn't fear the vengeance of his father one day
One fears that he will assuage the tears of his mother.
He'd have been to me like a father and a husband,
But it was necessary for me to lose everything, always by your hand.
When you start a line, you have to see the whole context.
No, but really try.
Try? -Yeah.
We're getting there.
Really good, nobody's ever gotten it quite like that.
No, usually you look for the end of the line... the rhythm...
I don't what people are thinking of... I just don't know, eh?
You never know, because no one's ever...
really tried it this way...
I've never had much to do with line-readers.
haha
I'm surprised.
But... without realising what had been done before...
Because what's been put on.. - Bof...
When it comes to what had been done before, well...
yeah, it wasn't, uh... very satisfying...
Why?
Well, this was the idea... simply that...
that thoughts don't have to do with words, but groups of words...
For a long time, we've believed...
that, for example, to "think" a classical play...
Has she forgotten your past services?
Do Troy and Hector make her soul revolt against you?
Can she only be inspired by the ashes of a husband?
And what a husband! Ah! Cruel memory!
His death alone has rendered your father immortal:
His renowned strength was born in Hector's blood;
And you both are known through my tears.
Well, Madame, well, it is necessary to obey you:
It is necessary to forget you, or soon I will hate you.
Go, Madame, go and see your son.
Perhaps in seeing him your love will become more circumspect
To know our destinies, I will find you again:
Madame, when you embrace him, consider how to save him.
It's good, isn't it?
It's good... quite rigorous... I love it when the... crack... crack... crack
That's fine. Ok, let's take it again.
At this point, you're picking the spots where...
Yes, actually, we're trying to put... you know...
...with the work we've already done... after a point...
You try to, uh...
to set it, tentatively...
It'll change, but... with rehearsals, I figure
you need three of four months for work like this.
So, even if you have to play it in two weeks, you're still...
...it's still strange... - Does the actor -
...that's to say... you need four or five months...
But doesn't the actor's ego have to enter in?
With... these structures...
Well, if you get to the point of... no, it shouldn't.
If we could get back to the diagram of...
That is, we have to find a unity to the play again...
the author's unity... and try to get with the author's rhythm...
in becoming ourselves a bit... and then...
trying to impart this rhythm to each other.
The... the rhythm of the thoughts and the words... when...
when it... gets fixed in your head...
Each idea, uh, comes...
shooting forward from the one before...
Yes, but trying to play one of the parts...
...doesn't that, in fact, shed light on one of the functions of direction?
For example, right now...
...when we're going to look at these rushes...
...and, like the earlier ones, we'll see you on the screen.
You'll be Pyrrhus,
and the director.
I can tell you, seeing the other rushes
really helped me a bit
Because I... I realised that I was leaving too much...
It seemed to me that it was too...
too directed... too manipulated...
Ah, but seeing what...
...the play?
Right. I saw the rushes, and it struck me
that I was manipulating people.
But anyways, uh, you mean... with Pyrrhus as director?
Yes, I'd say the fact of playing Pyrrhus
while directing the play...
is more than simply adding a role to the director's duties,
it's also a way of directing.
Since after much effort my resistance is in vain;
I blindly follow the fate which carries me away.
I love; I have come to seek Hermione in this place
To appease her, to carry her off to die in her eyes.
You, who knows Pyrrhus, what do you think he will do?
In his heart - - In his court
In his court, in his heart -
Go back to make sure you've got it. - ...what do you think he will do?
In his heart - - No, in his court.
In his court, in his heart, tell me what will happen.
My Hermione, is he still enslaved to her?
Will he give back to me, Pylades, what he has stolen from me?
I would only abuse you, if I dared promise you -
Come back, come back.
To appease her, to carry her off - from there
I have to seek Hermione in this place
To appease her, to carry her off to die in her eyes.
Still here?
Well, I'm going to bed.
I'm in your way? -Yep.
You're going to sleep here? -Yep.
You'll be uncomfortable. -Yep.
This is good and in the theatrical tradition.
You do this for a job?
It's the first time and the last, I hope.
Happy with today's work? -And you?
It's kind of a novelty.
Packing me off?
No, no... Your coat... It's uh...
Working tomorrow? -Yep.
Rehearsing Sunday?
No, not with the actors... but maybe I'll work a bit.
Figuring out what's happening...
Would you mind if I stop by?
No, no. Well, I... but come by anyway, if you want.
I'll see. Maybe I'll come by.
Sebastien? -Yes
Did I wake you?
No, it's OK. Go on.
Claire tried to kill herself. It's not serious, she just hurt herself a bit.
She's OK. She wants to see you.
Are you coming? -Yes
Hold my head in your hands. Squeeze...
Squeeze hard.
I'm on a long trip...
...or a short trip... over a rocky landscape...
Found anything?
No, and I don't know... I can't...
Eh?
I can't find anything in these programs...
I can't read them... can't even figure out what it's about...
So, let's not go to the movies, ok?
Ok... let's not. So what do you want to do? Go back to the theatre?
No, that bores me.
Me too... all day long...
And the theatre's no fun.
Let's make it an evening of love.
Yes. Put on a record.
A love record?
Yes, a love record.
What shall I put on, this one?
No, look! I just took it off!
We still might find a good movie.
I've... we've seen the good ones...
Shall I put on this record?
I just put it back in its jacket... we just heard it.
Something else?
What about this one?
Yet again? - You don't like it? - Oh, yes!
Put on something else!
That's played all day.
Let's see. Which one should we play? Ah, this one!
No? -Stupid!
Don't like it? -Yes, very much!
Too big!
But we already played it...
That one there, no? -No.
Here!
Oh, no, that's no good.
If it's good... no...
What's that?
Something I bought this afternoon... I liked the dog...
But I listened to it in a booth... it's no good...
Know why I bought it?
The dog reminded me of you.
Yes! Exactly!
Same nose...
The same sad eyes... eh? A little sleep in the corner...
and the ears...
I'd like a dog like that. -Really?
The thing is, when it grows up, it gets enormous...
Like an inner-tube.
When it's big,
out it goes!
No. That's not nice.
Or we'll eat it.
Fatten him up... we'll pick one,
a nice little puppy, we'll fatten him up, give him good food...
...and when he's big, we'll eat him.
Like it?
Oh, I think...
Well, I don't know...
Have your dog and eat it too.
I've never tried them.
Me neither!
Look, we can go to the movies anyway, see something we've seen...
Rather walk around Paris a bit?
You know,
I'm really sorry you're not with us in "Andromache".
I'm sure we would've found even better things with you.
Just today, for instance, I found a great thing...
Something solid for me, and the actors....for the Alexandrine lines.
You have to just say them, or...
As if... it didn't exist.
Speak the line as if the alexandrine didn't exist.
And then they will have their... own force! See?
They start emerging... like a rhythm...
abruptly... all twelve syllables
it's a thing that rings in the ear...
you know why they're there.
See what I mean?
TUESDAY 22nd
Hello? Hello, the kennel?
I'd like to know if you have a dog
Uh... A dog with big ears...
They have sad eyes, you know?
And a long pointy nose,
Well, not too pointy, but a bit...
Yes, a hunting dog. That must be it.
No, no, not a Pointer, I don't think so.
It's got reddish spots...
No, I think the simplest thing would be
for me to come by and take a look. I'm kind of rushed.
How's it going?
Not bad... see for yourself.
But Sebastien? How's he doing?
I hope... I don't know...
I think he has some problems with us...
but it's always like that.
Always?
Sure. Rehearsals are for working...
But special problems? Really? What?
Well, there was a bit of trouble with Claire, but...
But who's this Marta who's replacing her?
He used to live with her...
Is that OK?
Yes, isn't she any good?
You don't seem to know!
Yes. I don't know her... we haven't really played
to an audience yet, so I don't know...
I just got here towards the end.
What exactly happened with Claire?
I don't know... I don't know, it's really Sebastien's business.
Michele, call places, please.
Besides, Claire's my friend. I don't know...
I'd like to interview Marta... What do you think?
Try it!
Puppy?
Yes, I want one like that. I called a while ago.
You're the one who called...
That's an Artesian Basset
A mixture of Artesian and Basset.
Got one?
No, and you won't find one in Paris now.
It's a dog that's become very rare....
Everyone wants them.... wait a year....
What'll I do?
I don't know...
I need one tomorrow or the next day.
I could suggest something else.. I have a beagle...
Look the same.
I'll show him to you.
He's cute.
Nearly the same...
A spotted dog... big ears, too.
They look alike but it's not a basset.
It's not him, is it?
I want this one.
My mind's made up. This one.
They don't have the same eyes
He has big ears......
Marta. Take two.
There's someone here to see you.
Here's our Hermione"
How is it? -What?
Playing Hermione?
I like it. What else?
No, but picking it up...
in the middle, like this?
It wasn't bad... the rehearsals had just started...
He'd followed a work plan...
When I arrived, I just stepped in. Then we changed a few things.
Did you read?
Yes. That's how we got to this re-evaluation.
I practically started with them, so it's no...
I had trouble at the same time they did.
Have you played this kind of part?
Yes, in a different way, of course.
Do you like it?
This way, or the other?
This.
This way? I prefer it. I like it much better.
But how... how did it go? You...
Yes, because you... you replace someone...
How does that work? Aren't there lists of unemployed actresses?
Ask me something else, will you?
That bothers you?
Why must you, cruel one, inflame my wounds?
I fear to know myself as I am now.
Each thing you witness, try to disbelieve.
?????? I love no more, until my victory.
Believe that spite has steeled my heart.
Where am I?
What have I done?
Where am I?
What have I done?
What more must I do?
What comes over me?
What pain devours me?
I wander in the palace aimlessly.
Can I not know whether I love or hate?
With what a cruel look he cast me out.
Without pity, or even feigned grief.
Did he pale, or pause to pity me?
Could I extract from him a single groan?
Unmoved by my distress,
Did he even slightly mark my tears?
And I still pity him!
And, crowning woe, my heart, my craven heart yet cares for him!
You're at Act Three, scene one? -Yes.
Ok, go ahead.
Restrain, my lord, this extreme anger.
I no longer know. You are not yourself. You must suffer this...
No, your counsels are no longer in season, Pylades.
I'm tired of listening to reason.
My ordeal has endured too long.
I must abduct her, or else die.
My mind's made up. I will succeed. I will.
Well then, you must abduct her. I agree.
But consider where you are. What they will say...
"Consider where you are." No connection there.
You must abduct her. I agree.
But consider where you are.
What they will say...
Who'd not
be stunned by this mind staggering blow?
He weds Hermione tomorrow;
it is my honour to give her away!
I'd sooner plunge my hand in his barbarian's blood.
Wait, keep going. I'll be right back.
You blame him, sir, for this odd twist...
Yet tortured by his own designs, he may be wretched too.
No, it is my despair that spurs him on.
But for my love, he'd scorn the ingrate;
her charms never moved him before.
He takes her only to deprive me.
God! Hermione, won, would have been lost to him forever.
Her heart, torn between spite and love,
awaited but his "no" to yield to me.
Her eyes opened. She listened to me,
spoke to me, pitied me; a word had done the rest.
Say "hope": I'll give you, and be father to, your son.
I'll teach him to avenge Troy.
I punish Greece for us both.
Hello?
Hello, I wondered if you have the dog's address?
I was in yesterday, about an Artesian Basset... right.
19, rue Spontani...
Good. Thank you, sir. Goodbye.
Excuse me, but, uh...
I was given your address,
because I went to a kennel yesterday for a dog
and they said you had a couple of Artesian Bassets...
They exaggerated... I have just one.
Maybe... they said you might be having a litter...
Not a chance. But come in, please.
I didn't quite understand what you wanted.
I don't know why the kennel sent me to you...
because obviously you don't seem to have any dogs for sale.
No, no. I... I only have one.
My parents gave him to me, so...
Yes, I'm sorry. Do you know anyone who'd sell me one?
A friend has one from the same litter...
Return to Helen's daughter.
How can I, lady? Ah,how you torture me!
How can I return a heart that's yours?
And then you turn... gently, very gently...
Can't I reach him?
If I can get ahold of him, tomorrow or the next day...
Yes, I'd be interested...
It's that important?
Excuse me, telephone.
Fighting for you, may I no longer count you an enemy?
Cut it?
You're out of film!
I knew it was tough filming rehearsals.
I don't think it'll interest people.
The rehearsals?
It will if there are explanations.
...which shed a little light - obviously if there are people-
It's incomprehensible.
But when you start explaining,
see, you start losing the idea... you get off on the wrong things
that really aren't definitive, I don't know.
Rehearsals are interesting if you film them...
from the rehearsal stage up to... up to the first...
Being able to watch it made into a film...
Now I want to get on to something else in this interview.
The thing is to see if rehearsals are mainly...
Since, actually you can consider the words...
...Racine's words, as an object.
Isn't this object changed when it's put on film?
Can't be done. Isn't it idiotic just to film someone talking?
Reciting Racine?
Anyway, I think filming Racine like this should be great.
Better than the theatre.
I think it's been done...
Lord, my tears beg you for exile. Far from the Greeks...
See, that's it!
...the palace aimlessly. Can I not know whether I love or hate?
Can I not know whether I love or...
Can I not know whether I love or hate...
Can I not know... whether... cruel...
Did he pale or pause to pity me?
...and crowning woe, I quake to think of the impending blow!
Hit him with a blow, a woe, a crow-bar...
...a bowl. And still I pity him!
The traitor... the wretch... the monster...
Anyone. Anything. Ridiculous, rotten, shitty Don Juan.
Any time he can sleep with...
I hate him! I hope he rots! I hope he dies!
Excuse me. It's not you. It's my fault.
It's funny...
It's funny, I'm the guilty one, and just when you...
Hello?
-Yes?
Is that Piquot 15 10 70?
Yes.
Could I speak to Sebastien Graq?
No, he's not here.
You see, I'm a young actress, I'd like...
Oh, I don't know... Maybe...
Could I stop by and see him at rehearsals?
I really have no idea.
I hate to insist,
but I'd really like to meet him...
I'd love to work with him...
...even a tiny part...
How are you?
Okay
And your arm? - What?
Arm better?
My arm? Oh, it's nothing.
It's really... the emptiness...
Next time I'll do better, I hope.
You should get away for a bit. Rest.
Oh, sure. That's what I'm going to do anyway.
With Sebastien?
Oh, Sebastien... what a mess...
I don't know. It's all screwed up.
I don't understand... what he wants, what he doesn't want...
he's really strange...
Anyway, it's all screwed up now.
You know, you've really got to get away. You're losing weight...
Yes, I've got to get away, one way or another...
You are right.
Want a drink?
No, I don't want one.
He hasn't said anything?
No. You know, we're working...
He's strange, huh?
Don't you think so?
He's preoccupied... Work, you know...
He seems to shut himself up in it.
What? Shuts himself...
I'm leaving him. I've had enough.
I've really had enough.
It's impossible, you know, really a flop...
Don't you think so?
I can't think of any other way.
It's not funny.
Do something.
Eh? Do something.
What do you mean? Of course I will...
It's hard to say.
You can talk to me if it helps.
Eh? -If it helps, talk.
I can't.
I can't talk, I can't talk.
I think I'm going to leave... fast...
How's it going with...?
With Hermione? Fine.
What's that?
An elephant, can't you tell?
From who?
Puck... her cat had seven.
What'll we call it?
Who?
Him... It's a he.
I don't care!
Neither do I.
Fast service, eh?
Go on, let's have a smoke-filled room...
Want a cigarette?
I don't smoke. Makes me hoarse.
Don't you feel well?
Are you ok?
We've got to talk, Sebastien.
What about?
You've got to tell me...
Do you want a divorce?
Please, I'd rather know, you must tell me.
I can't go on living like this.
There's nothing to say. I have nothing to tell you.
Yes. You know. We must talk about it.
Listen, I'm tired.
We'll talk tomorrow. I can't answer you.
In the morning... Let's sleep now.
No, answer me, listen... Sebastien!
I've got to know, you've got to tell me.
You've got to tell me, you've got to! Hear?
I have to know! I can listen.
Sebastien!
Sebastien, look at me...
Sebastien, you must tell me okay?
I have to know! Listen, Sebastien!
But Sebastian come on.
Finally tell me!!!
Tell Me!!!
Sebastien!
Tell me
THURSDAY 24th
There's a broken 2 cv. waiting at the red light.
Would you please come.
Michڈle, come here...
You'll stand over there.
You two over there.
And near the end... half way through this half hour...
Each group goes to its end point...
pause, look out
at the audience, to take them...
The old bag's washing windows. She's in blue, with pom-pom shoes.
Two nuns pass. One spits, the other wipes her nose.
Like that... we'll all be a sort of...
...the second half, we'll go here.
By concentration, we'll take them, lead them, easily.
Concentrate, huh?
Just when the show starts...
And when it starts... I don't know, a bell rings, or something...
...the light changes, and just then,
everyone who's not in the first scene...
Everyone exits a way he'll be able to enter from in the next scenes.
So, while the others go off,
you come in to here.
Towards the public, you see... towards the public... and out...
Yes, since I have rediscovered so faithful a friend,
My fortune will take on a new aspect;
Her anger already looks like relenting.
since she took pains to reunite us here.
Who'd have thought on this unkindly shore
Orestes would meet Pylades?
That, after six months lost,
at Pyrrhus' court you'd be restored to me?
New series Number one...
Number two...
Number three...
Number four...
Number five...
Hello? Could I speak to Puck?
Hello? Hello, it's Claire.
What scene are they doing now?
A scene between Orestes and Pylades.
Going well?
I think so.
Denis learned his lines?
Nearly. Not too well yet.
What does Sebastien say?
He seems happy.
By the way, the kitten's dead.
I'm kidding. He's just very sick.
Sad?
That's too bad. See you!
Pyrrhus enters.
Should I start?
-Yes, yes. - OK
I told you, despite Greece, you'd again be mistress of your fate.
Alas! What bitter prophecy!
I'd no choice but to condemn my son.
Lady, you have been faithful to your husband...
What? I should give him Pyrrhus as successor?
So wills your son, abducted by the greeks.
Forget his father, fallen at my feet.
bloodying the altar he embraced?
Call to mind that cruel night
which brought eternal night to all our race.
Picture me crazed amidst horrors
thus Pyrrhus appeared to me.
By these exploits crowned himself.
This is he hand you offer me!
Then let us go and see your son expire.
They only wait for you. You shudder!
Ah! With what a memory you strike my soul!
Cephisa! What, go and see expire
my son, my joy, the image of my Hector!
Of course
There, for example spend three weeks...
and all you do is talk.
But, by the same token, rehearsals are work.
You all work 24 hours a day.
But some... some people don't value such lives highly.
I agree. You choose... what you like... I choose theatre.
It gets to be pretty tough, because
you figure the blocking, ok.
You still have to figure time,
because the length of the play is crucial...
and... within all the caesuras,
you still have to see that
each line and phrase
because a phrase isn't exactly a line...
...uh, you also have to...
...construct it mentally.
It's work.
Yes. The problem's to do it simply, but... circuitously...
And above all, not let it show... so you go against
what typical classical actors do...
that is, expression.
Don't explain...
Don't explain, to give the public...
You asked why the actors didn't speak...
Well, because basically,
it's not important to show the public an effort...
...you don't have to sell them a product they'll like...
...they'll like looking at, or make a big effort to put on...
What's important is, first of, that we,
here on stage, are happy. That we...
...that we really...
...felt what we mean.
After that, well...
the work will take care of itself.
Anyway, I don't think for the time being,
that it can please the public or please them.
Because it really defies the norm...
there won't be the old intonation.
all the old stuff. There won't be any of that.
There's nothing to explain.
Yes, but how can you...
...one more question, while we're on it...
How can you play without having moments alone?
Is it that we're never alone?
That's to say... the "technique"...
What do you mean, alone?
No, but knowing we're there nearly all the time.
Doesn't that work against...
Hello? Could I speak to Marta, please?
She's just left. She's done.
Is this Claire? Are you ok?
Hello? Hello, Marta. It's Claire.
Can I see you? Right away...
At the cafe next door.
Shall we talk about Andromaque?
Yes
Coffee.
Are you ok?
Tired.
You look it.
Why did you call me? What's up?
I don't know. Nothing. Nothing.
I'm going shopping. There's no food.
I'd like four yogurts, please.
That'll be one franc twenty-four.
And a pound of oranges, please.
That's seventy-eight centimes. What else?
Think it went well today?
I... I don't think much at all, right now.
I can't see things clearly anymore.
We've got to admit, it's not terrific.
Don't worry. It's always like this.
There's always a low spot,
but we'll get there.
Yeah, when we get an audience...
Anyhow, I don't want to work now,
no more Andromaque today...
Besides, it's boring Claire?
What are you doing now?
Nothing.
Doesn't that dog on the cover
look a lot like Franچoise...
...uh... Claire?
You don't have to worry about me, Franچoise.
I'll be ok.
I'm keeping my distance.
Why do you say that?
Don't you see what's going on?
Don't you see he's driving me crazy?
You're like the rest... pretending not to see!
Everyone's deceiving me!
Everyone's against me!
Here. The way you're feeling... My other women have used it.
Ladies?
No? No taker?
I want a divorce.
You disgust me! You only want me when I'm upset. Get out!
Don't touch me! Get out! Get out!
Not going to the theatre?
I don't feel like it.
You ought to go. You'll be late...
I'm going.
Go on. Hurry up!
What do you think of the situation?
I don't want to be indiscreet... I talked to Marta...
She seemed a bit annoyed, I don't know why...
While she seems fine...
She seems fine to me now...
How?
In her role...
But maybe that doesn't mean anything.
Maybe she doesn't like interviews...
What's your job?
Actors very often
forget the direction...
So, that's my job.
You know Sebastien well?
Yes, pretty well.
You know him best here.
Maybe. I suppose so.
Sebastien isn't a very...
No, I ask because it seems to me
that for some time now...
something's been going on, right?
Just that he changed the direction...
that seemed too...
...too strange. Replacing Claire, for example.
Well, he had to, she left.
He had to find someone, to do the show.
That's normal.
And changing the direction, God, that's normal,
it can happen just like that...
You realise you're off the track...
you try something else...
No, but when I first came here, with the crew, he said...
...he said "Do whatever you want...
"...interrupt rehearsals.
"Ask questions. You've got carte blanche."
And now, I get the feeling...
...the past two days... he's annoyed...
...people are, when you ask them questions.
They've had enough.
Yes, maybe... it's hard to answer questions.
Yes, it's really tough!
And when you're into work, like he is...
He gets into the work...
it's pretty concentrated...
...and suddenly you've got to talk to someone else,
it can be annoying.
He shouldn't have tried it.
To promise you he'd answer...
...nicely...
New evidence against Sebastien.
Hello, Bertrand? It's Claire.
Can I see you? Now?
Oh. Okay, then.
Hello, Philippe? Are you home?
Can I see you?
Ok, I'll be right over.
It's Claire.
Visiting an old friend?
Funny face.
What's up?
Are you sick? -No.
No thanks.
So, what it is?
Nothing important.
Your face really looks awful today.
Think so?
I've got sticky fingers...
What from?
I don't know, emotion maybe.
I think irons really fly low.
Irons fly...
Laughing too much... So, something's wrong?
Ah! How I fear so ominous a calm! And how much better
Have you sent for Orestes?
He is coming.
You will see how eagerly he wished to kneel to you.
ready to serve without hope of reward; your eyes
are all too sure to please him. But here he is...
Ah! Is it true for once I obey your will in seeking you?
Am I not flattered by false hope?
Did you really wish my company?
May I believe your eyes, at last disarmed, will...
I would know if you love me.
I wish to leave Epirus mourning.
I take delays to be refusals. Haste to the temple. Sacrifice...
Who? -Pyrrhus.
Pyrrhus? -What? Your hate flags?
Haste! Fear lest I stop you!
Advance no rights I would forget, nor seek to justify him.
Revenge, yes; but by other ways.
Let's be his foes, not his assassins; effect his ruin by just conquest.
What are you playing at?
Playing?
You think it's funny? - A bit.
Are you feeling alright, or what?
Despite the fact, Sir, that I have been shamefully deceived in my wishes
Despite the just horror that his crime inspires me,
While he still lives, fear only that I shall pardon him.
Until his death, suspect my uncertain wrath;
If he doesn't die today, I may love him tomorrow.
Well, his death is necessary and must come before your pardon.
It's necessary... but that depends on what I must do.
With some difficulty I have come again to Epirus
You want a kind dead; and for this punishment
You allow not a day, not an hour, not a moment
And yet today he weds Andromache.
Will you, in spite of him, try to guard his life?
Arm all those, along with your Greeks, who would follow me;
Call up your friends. All of mine are with you;
Come back covered in the blood of the infidel,
Go: when it is done, you may be sure of my heart.
But, Madame, consider... - Ah! It is too much, Sir,
All your reason offends my anger.
I wanted to give you the means to make me happy,
To make Orestes content, but at last I clearly see.
What are you doing? Leaving?
I've had enough. I think I'll go home.
Ok, that's it. Same time tomorrow.
What would you like?
I'd like some peaches.
A kilo, please.
Not eating?
Taste it first.
Want some wine?
Yes, I'll have a bit.
Would you do something?
Call the wake-up service for a 10 AM call.
What is it?
Why do you keep me?
Why don't you get rid of me?
It's easy, 'cause I'm crazy!
Why do you say that?
You know, Sebastien, I've thought about it a lot...
It's best if we separate.
Maybe just a couple of weeks, to let us both think...
Then maybe we could be like we used to...
...maybe...
Think it's necessary?
Yes, Sebastien, I want to go.
I want to leave tomorrow.
Don't worry about me, really.
It's the only thing to do.
It's got to be...
It's got to be.
No. It doesn't have to be.
It's got to be...
No, I don't want it to.
Sebastien, stop.
Saturday
Ah! How I fear so ominous a calm! And how much better
Have you sent for Orestes?
He is coming.
Always ready to serve without hope of reward;
Your eyes are only to certain of pleasing him.
But he comes.
Ah! Is it true for once I obey your will in seeking you?
Am I not flattered by false hope?
Did you really wish my company?
May I believe your eyes, at last disarmed, will...
I would know if you love me.
What's the kitten's name?
We haven't named him.
I take delays to be refusals. Haste to the temple. Sacrifice...
Who? -Pyrrhus.
Pyrrhus? -What? Your hate flags?
That I detest him? That I loved him once?
I'll not deny, the ingrate knew my heart.
Whether my love or father so ordained no matter;
but be ruled by this.
Look, this isn't working.
You see... you know, you've seen it...
Your rehearsals are really impossible now.
You've got to do something, unless you stop...
because they'll come to see me, and I won't know what to say...
They're getting fed up, they feel...
suspended, there's no progress.
Not just that, we're losing ground.
They're feeling ill at ease...
What's the matter? What is it?
I don't know...
I don't know... the rehearsals...
that's not the play...
It's too bad, but still...
You know, I'm going to tell you something...
It's true... You've got to talk to people...
get things out, you can't keep it all in.
When you keep it all pent up...
or let it out in the show...
that doesn't work.
That's no answer, it's nothing.
You're not here, that's obvious.
I've been watching you...
You don't even look at rehearsals.
You can't keep shutting yourself off!
I don't know... That's just advice...
You ought to talk.
See, without you... you may not like it, but
they're all looking to you, all the actors...
waiting for you to speak... and nothing happens.
They just have to work, they're actors.
Come on, be honest.
Either you say, sorry, I won't be at rehearsals,
I'm taking three days off to think...
or else you do it, because you're committed to do it.
They can't rehearse... You've got ideas...
...specific ones...
...and you just let everything go...
See, I've come to see you for the rest of them...
We shouldn't need courage to come see you.
Even I... I've known you for a long time, but...
I come to see you, I make an effort,
I don't know, you could...
It's not my business.
I shouldn't have anything to do with it.
It bothers me to see you like this.
I can't do anything. It makes me laugh.
What makes you laugh?
That we should be like this, you and me.
I know it's all... it's all wrong...
I see how bad it is, but...
either I'm like this, or...
I have a suitcase in my head that pops up...
Squeeze harder, or it'll open...
...socks coming out of the eyes,
handkerchiefs out of the mouth...
You turn on Greece?
Did I triumph to depend on her?
Hermione, lord, will stop you, between you and her father torn.
I can love Hermione still, and not be her father's slave.
And someday I may learn
to reconcile my glory with my love.
You may, however, see Helen's daughter:
I know you are united tightly by chains of blood.
After that, Sir, I will not detain you any more,
And you may announce my refusal to the Greeks.
How she could spare me these tedious constraints.
Sir - - Another time I will open my soul to you.
Andromache approaches. Were you looking for me, Madame?
Would you permit me so charming a hope?
I'm going to the place where my son is being kept
Since once per day you suffer it that I may see him,
I'm going to weep with him for a moment:
I have not yet kissed him today.
Ah, Madame, the Greeks, If I believe their warnings,
Will soon give you other subjects for alarm.
And what fear has caused their hearts to beat so,
Sir? Which Trojan has escaped from you?
They dread his son. - A worthy object for their hate!
An unlucky child who still doesn't know
That Pyrrhus is his master, that Hector is his father.
I feel for you; but duty bids that I
be silent when my father speaks.
It's he who stirs up Pyrrhus.
Who more than you can move Pyrrhus?
Your eyes have long ruled him. Make him declare; I'll subscribe.
How much contempt does she lend to her cruel refusal!
I would believe what she counsels and go and see Pyrrhus.
One look would confound Hermione and Greece...
But he himself is looking for you. - Where then is the princess?
Didn't you tell me she was in this place?
I thought she was. - You see the power of my eyes!
What does she say Phoenix? - Alas, everyone abandons me!
Go, Sir, march in step with Hermione.
Do you hear? Break this obstinate silence.
He has promised me my son!
But he hasn't delivered him yet.
Again. -Sorry
I would believe what she counsels and go and see Pyrrhus.
One look would confound Hermione and Greece...
But he is looking for you himself.. - Where then is the princess?
Didn't you tell me she was in this place?
I thought she was. - You see the power of my eyes!
What does she say, Phoenix? - Alas, everyone abandons me!
Go, Sir, and march in step with Hermione.
What pride! - I have only irritated him again,
I will leave. - We should go to the Greeks to
deliver up the son of Hector
Ah! Sir! Stop! What would you do?
If you deliver up the son, you must deliver up the mother, too!
In your oath just now you swore that much friendship to me!
Phoenix will tell you. My word is given.
You who would brave so many pains for me!
No, you hate me; and in the depths of your soul
You fear to owe something to my passion.
This same son, this son, object of so much attention,
If I were to save him, you would love him less.
The hate, the contempt, all assembled against me.
Let's go Phoenix. - Let us go and rejoin my husband.
Madame... - And what more do you want me to say to him?
The author of all my misfortune, do you think he can ignore it?
Go and wait for me, Phoenix. - Madame, wait.
It may be that the son for whom you weep can be restored to you.
I am sorry to see that exciting you to tears...
You haven't flattered me with a false hope?
Have you actually desired my presence?
Am I to believe that those eyes, finally disarmed,
Would want... - I want to know, Sir, if you love me.
If I love you! Oh God! My oaths, my perjuries,
My flight, my return, my respects, my injuries,
My hopelessness, my eyes forever drowning in tears;
What witness would you believe, if you wouldn't believe those things?
Avenge me, I believe all.
So let's go, Madame, Let us again inflame all of Greece;
As a signal of my power and your name, you took
The place of Helen, and I, of Agamemnon;
And in this land reawaken the miseries of Troy;
And we shall be talked of as our forefathers were
Let us go, I am ready. - No, Sir, wait...
Wait... it's not worth it, since
Act Four is still Marta,
or Hermione, so without Marta, why bother.
Ok, let's stop.
I'd like you to work at home a bit.
You're not working at all...
Ok, you don't know the lines, we can do it on the book,
but work! That's something else.
See you tomorrow.
Hey, you're late!
Always the same ones.
Your hand is cold.
I'm cold?
MONDAY 28th
I was born to... see like this.
I was born to illustrate your wrath,
to be... will, this will to be...
to be a model of misfortune.
I die contented, and my fate...
It's going to work.
If you really concentrate
on making an enormous monster of it... see...
But you need two people really concentrating...
You know what I'm talking about.
Let's join three discordant hearts.
But what dense night suddenly enfolds me?
Where lies escape?
Why do I tremble?
What horror seizes me? By heaven's grace, I see...
Ye Gods! What streams of blood flow around me!
Or maybe it's... see?
Daughters of Hades, are your hands ready?
For whom are these snakes hissing on your heads?
For whom this retinue that follows you?
Come you to plunge me in eternal night?
Come! To your rage Orestes yields himself.
But no, retire; leave it to Hermione.
More savagely than you she'll rend me.
I bring my heart. She can devour it now.
That's good, see, because you're right back to the womb.
It's true.
So, what'll I say?
Say...
We're leaving? Or... or that I... or what? What?
Tell her you're taking two days...
to go off and think abut the play.
Hello?
Hello, Michأ¨le?
Listen, uh... no, Claire's tickling me...
Have you... no, I mean....
You're taking two days off to think about the play.
Yes. I have to leave for two days because...
because I have to think...
Wait, here's Claire, she'll tell you.
Sebastien's decided to take two days off
to work on the play... he's not sure of it.
So he wants to take a couple of days... to concentrate.
She should have them all rehearse.
Have everyone rehearse, ok? Have them...
...especially Denis... work on lines.
He'll call you from wherever he is.
He won't go far. Nearby, in the Chevreuse Valley...
He'll call you when he gets back...
Work on the costumes too.
Ok, wait. I'll put Sebastien back on.
Michڈle? Sorry about just now.
So look... you do that, ok?
Right. I'll call you when I get back. Thanks.
Sorry. Goodbye.
Happy? Are you happy?
Like a flower growing in the nose.
Does it look like me?
Eh?
You have flowers in your nose.
I can pull your nose and your ears...
both at once.
Not bad.
What's that, on the right?
What?
That's your magnificent chest.
Not my chest!
It's got to be someone else's chest.
Milk's gushing out.
That's an unknown chest.
What's that?
That's the little forest.
Stupid!
Is it marking? -Yes.
Mine isn't.
Is it coming apart? - Wait a minute...
Wait, we'll colour the thing a bit, because...
Ah, there...
It's getting to look like something.
Better.
Nothing marks.
Nothing else marks.
We shouldn't copy each other.
Recognise it? Come see.
Wait. I'm not finished.
We'll have to go over it all... you can't see it.
No, I don't recognise it.
Anyway, it's a good likeness.
Got any scissors there?
I'm cutting out the nipple.
We can look, can't we?
We don't have any tacks... what a nuisance!
Careful, you'll cut the nipple.
We'll try. Yes, the nipple.
No, but if you go farther...
What, like that?
Come on.
No, I haven't finished.
Wait, I haven't finished.
OK, finish, go ahead.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Keep working.
I am! I want to know what you're doing down there.
Don't you feel it?
Eh? -Nothing.
I'm ashamed.
I've finished my work.
I'm just starting.
Each to his own work...
Each to his own work, in his own time.
Racine... Andro-mackerel in white wine... blue, red...
...a small red wine, boss, and a glass of Andromache.
You know, I heard M. Jean Racine...
had a wig with spaniel ears...
He wrote Andromaque...
and Louis XVI was Andro... was Pyrrhus...
and, uh... what's her name...
something like that, anyway...
...the actress who was... Duguesclin...
Duguesclin, and Bayard was Orestes...
and Charlemagne was...
...Pylades...
And that wasn't it at all.
No? - Not at all.
And Hermione...
Hermione was... I don't know...
Vercingetorix was Pyrrhus,
and Andromache was Hermione,
who was Noah.
And what did Noah do about making love?
How did it work, when they said...
...when they said "Yes... uh, Noah..."
...yes, uh... no, uh...
See?
So what did he do?
Make love?
Sure don't want you saying "Yes, uh... No, uh..."
Well, if that's how it is...
I heard a stop with this "Yes, uh... No, uh..." stuff...
Where Noah... I didn't understand any of it.
I never understood it.
Oh yes! It's wasn't about making love...
it was building the Ark...
When the Lord said "Yes, uh, Noah..."
he said "What is it? Make up your mind!"
He couldn't take it... he was drowned...
That's why he's Noah.
They say he became a pretty good lover...
Was my story good? -Yes, I liked it very much.
You must keep me near you.
Sebastien wants to take me back.
He wants to kill me.
They say it's easy to kill someone...
Very simple.
You are my childhood, you are my love.
Cradle me.
I'm happy in my water.
We're like fishes.
We pass each other.
Then we meet.
Then we sleep.
Early morning, late morning...
...touching...
...knees, calves, heels, toes...
...we're there...
Come, come closer to me.
I'm cold for you...
I'm attacking!
Think the hammer's good?
I'm losing my hat!
I'm late.
It's not fair!
Ugly!
Terrible!
There it is... I made it!
There! The door is open!
Mine isn't quite, the wood's thicker.
Come on, bitch!
It's not nice here.
It's not nice, we'll have to fix it up.
It's... is that what you think, bitch?
Let's get down to it!
What is it?
MIght have to wake you.
That's not all... there's more work to be done.
Where do we start?
I don't know.
That. That thing there.
I've had you, bitch bastard.
Yes, but... there are some photos...
Pull 'em all down!
Break things up a bit.
Break it up. - I'm doing it.
It's got to be done...
It's dangerous. Hey, this part's iron.
Give it here. We'll toss it away!
Come here! Come here!
Get undressed.
Which way shall we put it?
Look out for your fingers.
Not bad, like that.
Shouldn't that end be round there?
Not again!
Who is it?
It's little Claire Riding Hood,
arriving with her basket of goodies.
Come in, my little one... Come in...
Hello, Grandfather...
A visitor...
Hello, my friend.
I prefer to, uh...
To eat this.
Really? Oh, I'm really tired now.
So, we'll repaint this...
violet, here, what do you think?
And there, fluorescent green... with black light?
We could do all fluorescent with black light?
No, because... yes! Yes, look!
We could do that room in fluorescent siding...
...and do, uh...
...do the other rooms...
...the other rooms in loud colours, but not...
...not fluorescent...
...farty colours...
That'd be nice.
Say, do we have anything other than cream cheese and yogurt?
No, that's it.
That makes four meals...
That's all I got â€“â€“ I knew you'd like it.
That's nice. Thank you.
I'm zonked.
Me too, I'm zonked out.
We're Mr. and Mrs. Zonko.
Maybe we could take a little...
...a little nap?
A little siesta, before eating...
...before eating our yogurt...
This is nice, isn't it?
You're sad...
Crying?
I'm tired.
We've played too much. I've had enough.
I don't want to see you anymore.
Go away.
Don't want to see you...
Hello, Michأ¨le?
Sebastien. Yes, I'm back...
How's it gone? Rehearsed any? Good.
Can we get up a rehearsal tonight?
Yes, even with two or three, it's ok.
Good. Nine o'clock. Right.
See you in a bit. Yes... I'll Explain. 'Bye.
...is it necessary for you to die?
She's dying? God, what's this?
What? You did not know?
Returning here, we met her running to the temple, wild, distraught.
She found Pyrrhus being carried by soldiers; his blood inflamed her revenge.
At the sight of him, her frenzy was aroused.
And from our vantage point
We witnessed her, a dagger in her hand
Bend over Pyrrhus, lift her eyes to the sky
Stab herself and fall.
I praise you, heavens, for your perseverance.
Resolved relentlessly to punish me,
you've raised me to new heights of suffering
Your hate has joyed in shaping my mishaps.
I was born to illustrate your wrath,
to be a model of misfortune.
I die contented, and my fate's fulfilled.
Where is this pair of dead lovers to crown my joy,
I long to wallow in their blood and mine.
Dying, I want to look on both of them.
Let's join three discordant hearts.
But what dense night suddenly enfolds me?
Where lies escape? Why do I tremble?
What horror seizes me?
By heaven's grace, I see...
Ye Gods! What streams of blood flow around me!
Ah, Sir!
What? Pyrrhus,
so we meet again!
I find my hated rival everywhere!
Cut so often, how do you yet live?
Take this!
Here is the blow I kept for you.
But what? Before me, Hermione embraces him?
She saves him from the deadly blow.
Ye Gods! What looks she darts at me!
What demons, snakes, follow me?
Daughters of Hades are your hands ready?
For whom these snakes above you?
For whom this retinue? Came you to plunge me in eternal night?
Come! Orestes abandons himself to your rage.
But rather withdraw, leave Hermione be:
The wretch would rather you left me for her to rip into
I'm carrying my heart to her now for her to devour.
He's losing his senses. Friends, time presses
We should use the moments his seizure allows us.
Save him. Our efforts would be useless
If he regains his senses and still retains his fury.
You see? ...this last passage... Maybe I could talk to someone there.
I'm talking into a void...
It's the last act and I get fed up.
No, we're going to put people there.
No, but you can go on...
...exercise, work...
...vomit a bit...
Anyway, we'll stop here.
Here already?
We're going to take an hour or two to rest.
We're bushed. We worked all night.
Starting again soon?
Coffee first?
THURSDAY 31st
I would believe what she counsels and go and see Pyrrhus.
One look would confound Hermione and Greece.
But he himself is looking for you. - Where then is the princess?
Didn't you tell me she was in this place?
I thought she was.
You see the power of my eyes!
What does she say, Phoenix?
Alas, everyone abandons me!
Go, Sir, march in step with Hermione.
My despair does not await their indifference.
They have not forbidden me the chance of hope
Or said to me just once that which they have always said to me.
There! For a year this has been the sole care which has inspired me.
Madame, its for you to take this victim,
Who even Scythians would have snatched from your blows
If I had found them as cruel as you.
Leave off, Sir, leave off this funereal language.
You cannot ignore it: Andromache, without you,
Would never have kissed a master's knee.
No, you hate me, and in the depth of your soul
You fear to owe something to my passion.
This same son, this son, object of so much affection,
If I were to save him you would love him less.
The hate, the scorn, all assembled against me.
Enjoy at leisure such a noble wrath.
Let's go, Phoenix.
Let us go and rejoin my husband. - Madame...
And what more do you want me to say to him ?
The author of all my misfortune, do you think he can ignore it?
Sir, look upon the state to which you have reduced me.
I wanted to give you the means to make me happy,
To make Orestes content, but at last I clearly see that all he wants to do
is complain and never achieve anything
Go! Boast of your constancy elsewhere
and leave me to my vengeance.
My heart regrets its weakness; in one day it's been too oft refused.
I'll go alone to the temple, where you dare not go to win my hand.
I'll find a way to reach my foe.
I thought I brought more than hate to this place.
My lady, turn your eyes on me at least.
Are mine the eyes of an unbending judge,
of a foe who seeks your enmity?
Why do you force me to betray your cause?
In your son's name, let's cease our hate.
To save him once and for all, it's I who am asking you.
Must my sighs plead for his life?
You doom yourself, Madame,
and you should consider,
If I doom myself or not..
What hatred I call call down on me;
I send Hermione away,
I put no crown on her,
but everlasting shame.
In this direct confession, you at least do justice to yourself.
I place her marriage wreath on her head.
But this is no longer, Madame, an offer you can disdain;
I'm telling you, you must either perish or reign.
My heart, despairing for a year out of ingratitude;
Can no longer suffer this sort of uncertainty.
The fears, menaces and laments have lasted too long.
If I die, I doom you; but I die if I wait.
Consider! I leave you now, and I will return to take you,
Leading the way to the temple where this son waits for me;
And you will come, submissively or raging,
To be crowned, Madame, or doomed before his eyes.
I have already told you that, despite the Greeks,
You will once again be the mistress of your fate.
Alas! But what has come from your words!
I had no option but to condemn my son.
What are you doing?
Nothing special.
Take me to your place?
Let's go.
I don't like the way you smoke.
Why?
You smoke like a man.
What's the difference?
The difference is in your haircut.
Looks more like a little monkey.
You should look in the mirror every once in a while.
What for?
I got the buttons wrong.
No reason, it'd just do you good.
I'm not bored, but my mother's waiting up.
'Bye. Sorry...
We're not breaking up.
You'll stay with me always.
The danger's from outside...
We'll stay like this...
...keeping close...
...very close...
We'll never go out...
I'll go shopping...
Milk? Do you like milk?
Whisky, if you like. We'll shut ourselves in.
I'll breathe with your mouth...
...breathe through your skin.
Stay with me... don't look anywhere else...
Don't go back for...
Why do you turn your back?
You're not here... you're far away.
No one sees you as I do...
I don't care...
that you won't find anyone else.
You'll always search for me.
Stay with me!
Turn back. Hold me!
Don't look outside.
Besides... there's no more light...
We're alone... don't be afraid...
Please... don't be afraid... don't be afraid...
I've been so far away alone.
Don't be afraid. I'll protect you.
FRIDAY 1st
Yes, since I have found again so faithful a friend,
My fortune will take on a new aspect;
And already her wrath looks like relenting
Since she has taken care to meet us again here.
Who would have thought that on this grim shore
Pylade would have first laid eyes on Orestes;
After six months of having been lost,
I should be reunited with you at the court of Pyrrhus.
Ah! Let them love, Phoenix! I consent to it: let her leave;
Each charms the other, let them return to Sparta;
All our ports are open for her and for him.
How she could spare me these tedious constraints.
Sir... Another time I will open my soul to you: Andromache approaches
Were you looking for me, Madame?
Would you permit me so charming a hope?
I'm going to the place where my son is kept.
It is this love, so gracelessly repaid, which makes me dread his presence.
What shame for me, what triumph for him
To see my misfortune equalled by his boredom!
Is this, he will say, the passionate Hermione?
She once disdained me: another casts her off:
The wretch, she puts her heart at so high a price,
Now look - it's her turn to suffer contempt! Oh God!
No, I will deprive you of his grim pleasure,
Madame, he will only die by Orestes' hand.
Your enemies will be sacrificied for you by me,
And you may acknowledge my concerns, if you wish.
Go. For your destiny, let me be the guide
And let all of your ships be made ready for our flight.
You doom yourself, Madame, and you should consider...
If I doom myself or not, I will consider only my vengeance.
Must I forget this, even if he remembers them no more?
Must I forget Hector, deprived of a funeral,
And dragged without honour around our walls?
Must I forget my father, fallen at my feet,
Bloodying the altar that he clung to?
Consider, consider, Céphise, how cruel the night
Led a whole people into eternal night.
By Heaven's grace, I see...
Ye Gods! What streams of blood flow around me!
Ah, Sir! - What! Pyrrhus, so we meet again!
Seems to me, rehearsals so near opening night...
Scenes aren't yet...
Yes, they're set, they just aren't...
Because this business about the ending...
You know it's the usual thing...
...and it's... it's the...
the disagreement between the words,
the words and the action.
The words maintain a certain feeling...
...for the language, you have to keep alive...
...certain norms.
While... when he falls apart completely,
and shows a moral flabbiness...
the mind disintegrates, the body keeps talking...
...and even if it's just by Pylades' intervention, who says...
...he loses feeling... while the other is really insane already...
vomiting all over...
We're not there yet... of course...
In a month... four weeks...
But the set... for example, there's...
That's sort of a symbol of all this.
It's really... a big symbol, in the midst of...
...of this modern thing... this object...
...it's...it's sort of an object.. you know...
Will that stay like that?
Yes, we'll fix it up better.
Why's that happening already?
It's got to be done.
So it's not ready yet?
No, after all, it's got to be done, or else...
I could use another month.
Oh, yes. We really need another month.
How long did you figure at first?
They gave me three weeks, we've got three weeks.
So it's a bit of a mess? -Yes.
Friends, time presses;
We should use the moments his seizure allows us.
Save him. Our efforts would be useless
If he regains his senses, yet still retains his fury.
Hello, Sebastien?
Claire's left, she asked me to tell you.
Where?
She wouldn't say.
How was she? All right?
Yes. She told me not to worry about her...
...you shouldn't worry...
She'll write, but later... not right away.
She needs rest.
Understood. See you.
Talk to him?
You didn't tell...
Nothing.
You didn't mention Vesoul?
No. Don't worry.
What did he say?
What could he say?
Yes, nothing, that's true.
Sure? You won't change your mind?
Completely sure?
I feel like I've suddenly woken up.
Understand?
You don't think I'm crazy?
No. Not at all.
Walk me to my train?
Sure. Now?
Yes. Let's go.