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The Minute of Truth

1302?

Philip the Fair convened the 1st States-General.

Agincourt.

What year was the battle of Agincourt?

1515.

No, 1515 was Marignan, everyone knows that.

Come on, make an effort. Agincourt.

Agincourt!

1415.

Bravo. "1415".

Who defeated us?

Our age-old enemy.

- Which one? - The English.

Exactly.

Do you know where Agincourt is?

In Pas-de-Calais, administrative capital Arras.

The French name for

the Strait of Dover.

You owe me 10 francs.

Alright, but hurry up. We'll be late.

- Dad? - What?

What year was the battle of Poitiers?

What a question. What's it to you?

1356.

Since you know, why are you asking?

Awake already?

Hello, you.

You don't sleep enough.

You move about too much.

Why are you looking at me like that?

It's been a while.

Hello?

Of course, it's not plugged in.

- Here, your post. - Thank you.

Hello? Yes, dear lady, yes.

Not in the last 48 hours. Oh, yes, of course.

Of course, yes.

Well, do a marshmallow enema

and call me this evening.

Yes. You've already told me, dear lady, yes.

Goodbye.

Your bows are crumpled.

Ask Rose to put some others on. Go on!

Do you have good reviews?

Not bad, on the whole.

It's a lucky day. The viscountess sent me

a cheque. - Oh, listen to this.

"An iceberg, an icefield: Madeline Vincent

"playing Régine. Your ears freeze listening to her."

To think I acted with a fever!

Oh, reviews, you know…

In Combat, I played with warmth,

get that.

Do you think I'm that cold?

Idiot.

Are you sad?

- It's not that article, is it? - Are you crazy?

I don't like seeing you smile like that.

What's wrong with my smile?

I don't know, a feeling…

- Problems? - What a silly idea!

- Are you eating here? - No, I have a busy day.

Everyone in Auteuil has the flu.

So, for lunch, I'll just have some coffee. You?

The same. I have a programme at 10 a.m.,

a fitting at 11:30,

and I'm rehearsing all day.

- Say something nice to me. - What?

Don't think too much.

See you tonight.

- Pierre! - What?

- What day is it? - Tuesday.

The date.

- 14th May. Why? - No reason.

What a strange question!

Go on!

Medical Office Free Clinic

Don't let him catch cold.

Hear the doctor? No football on Sunday.

- He didn't say that. - Yes, he did.

He said no draughts,

it's written down.

Doctor Pierre Richard, GP Pediatrician

- Hello, doctor. - Good evening.

See little Simon straight away,

he's very tired. See you tomorrow. Good night.

Hey, what do you want?

I've come to get Dr Vallon.

It's not his day. What do you want?

At 1 Moulin-des-Clercs Street

a lodger tried to gas himself.

The caretaker knows Dr Vallon.

- 1 Moulin-des-Clercs Street? - 5 mins away.

Take the 3rd right, it's 2nd left.

Go on ahead, I won't be a moment.

2nd floor. I'll show you.

Don't touch my bike!

Mrs Nicolas! The doctor!

That's not Dr Vallon!

No. Did you call an ambulance?

- No. - You should have.

I don't know where I am.

It's something I sent for Dr Vallon.

Don't smoke! You might cause an explosion.

Don't stay there, please, we don't need anyone.

- Sir… - We're going, we get it.

Did you hear him? This isn't a place for children.

- Did he breathe it long? - No idea.

The lodger on the 3rd floor told me.

She was taking out her dog, as usual.

Was it strong?

A strong smell? Enough to asphyxiate you!

He'll make it, he's all pink.

- That worries me. - I'd have thought otherwise.

- Can I telephone from here? - Yes, over there.

I'd like an ambulance, please.

I'm at Moulin-des-Clercs Street, number…

- What number? - 1.

Number 1.

Hello, ambulance, I'm listening.

Hello? I said hello! Oh my!

Still the same. Hello?

Ambulance?

Dr Pierre Richard here.

Can you come for a gas asphyxiation?

He's in a coma, he needs to be taken to Boucicaut.

Assy June '51

It's Moulin-des-Clercs Street,

number 1, 2nd floor.

No, no, I'll stay here. I'll wait. Thank you.

He's being taken to hospital?

Who is he? Does he have family?

He has lots of friends!

But family…

- What's his name? - Daniel Prévost.

- What does he do? - Paint. You know the type.

I don't know where he gets it from,

but he was nice all the same.

Is that his wife?

He's not married. No, it's a friend.

She's not bad, for a woman like that.

He was the kid of the building.

At first, when he didn't have any food,

I made him stew.

- Did she come to see him often? - I couldn't say.

He was away for a long time.

He spent a year at the sanatorium. His lungs.

He'd just got back.

He wasn't the same boy.

I think he knew he was a goner, so he wanted to kill himself.

Poor girl!

She'll take a fall.

She'd only just left when it happened.

- She came today? - Yes.

When my boy got in from school.

I said so to the drycleaner.

Were they together long?

Yes. Oh, she's loyal!

The 1st time I saw her was during the Occupation,

you see.

Get some lobeline from the chemists'.

- Some what? - This.

But, Régine, when you left tonight

to go the Italian opera, you were happy.

Yes, Arnaud, I was happy, because I had

decided to kill him that night

and I was sure he'd die.

I looked at him for a long time,

the man who had tried to disgrace me,

and I granted him a slight reprieve.

I decided to kill him

when he'd emptied his glass.

I wanted to experience

the full joy of that murder.

I held his arm,

playing, for a minute.

He shrugged, not understanding.

He drank.

I have never been more lucid.

I hit him in the heart twice.

It was horrible.

He was staggering, holding onto furniture.

His gaze horrified.

But it was too late to pity him.

Nice you're here.

Régine!

I am not that woman from the opera.

I've changed sides.

For better and for worse, Régine.

We'll leave together now.

We have to be far from Paris by dawn.

Whatever happens, Arnaud, I have no regrets.

Good evening, dear.

Better than yesterday.

I think it will work. We're doing our best.

- Hear that? - Stay there. If it's the police…

- I'll give myself up. - No. Trust me.

Wait, only 3 scenes left.

I can't, I have another visit.

- Régine, it's Maxime! - Oh! Good evening, Maxime!

What a time to visit friends.

See you at home.

I'm here to invite you to mine.

What a good idea! I want to dance tonight.

Sorry for the intrusion. I'm Dr Richard.

Earlier I sent you a gas intoxication.

I'd like to know how he is.

We gave him carbogen for 2 hours.

He's out of the coma.

You can see him, but he's still weak.

No need, it's for his friend.

A married woman.

I gave her a mixed prognosis,

I said he could recover,

but complications could not be ruled out.

He thought he was done for.

- He's not spoken? - No, just some words.

Nothing compromising?

I'll try to limit the damage for any inquiry.

You can count on me.

- Is the husband jealous? - You never know.

I'll leave my number, just in case.

You can call me anytime.

- Understood. - Thank you. Goodbye.

- Is that you, Pierre? - Yeah.

Don't come in yet. Wait a second.

Why?

I can't say, it's a surprise.

Well, really.

Oh, you're unkind!

- What's that? - "That"?

Really.

This morning, I asked you what day it was.

You said, "Tuesday".

The date?

You said, "14 May".

Ingrate! Have you forgotten French history?

14 May 1942. Remember.

It's our 14 July.

Here is the fruit, flowers, leaves and branches.

And my heart that only beats for you.

10 years ago, we first loved each other.

Since I'm an actress, I memorised our happiness.

It's a lovely text. Don't worry, I won't recite it.

It's too long, my happiness would seem boring.

Pierre, I love you.

That's all.

And now, let's sit and eat.

But before you sit, maybe you could kiss me?

It's the general you needed for your collection.

- I have a present for you too. - I knew it!

That's nice.

It's for your collection too.

Pierre.

Pierre…

What? Something to say?

There's nothing to say.

See, I'm very calm and taking it quite well.

I don't know what I'll do about us, but…

What do you think?

What do people usually do? Eh?

Some kill, some leave,

some kill themselves.

Some get drunk.

And some don't care.

I care.

Here.

Your daughter is on the roll of honour.

You're waiting for more,

to know how much you can lie.

After all, what do I know? A photo proves nothing.

If you can't take a picture with childhood friends…

Luckily there was this photo.

Otherwise, I'd have been taken in

by your recording and we'd be eating like idiots.

A close call.

Did he find you?

Oh, no! Chance.

Just chance.

It's his anniversary present.

When I think… Well.

Things are going on in your head.

You have a choice of lies in there.

I don't mean to lie to you.

Well, talk! Say something at least.

No? Well, it's up to you. That's wonderful!

Spend your 10th anniversary with your lover.

You must have had a laugh.

A husband is good to talk about.

That idiot who thought you were rehearsing!

I suppose he heard your recording.

Look at me, look at

my face, please!

3 days ago, you looked at me

and told me you only loved me.

Only me! 3 days ago.

3 days,

bitch!

You're crying.

What are you crying about?

About yourself.

Hello?

Hello, yes?

Good. Thank you.

Yes. Yes, it worked well.

I'll pass you over.

It's Bernier.

Evening, old boy.

Yes. So?

He's coughing croakily.

He's not really choking.

He makes a lot of noise when he breathes.

Yes, it's acute laryngitis.

I said it could happen tonight.

Yes, she got the flowers. She says thank you.

Yes. Goodnight, old boy.

Can we talk?

So, you've found an alibi?

It's difficult, isn't it?

I know how long it's been going on for.

Since the Occupation, eh?

Where did you meet?

At the Atelier. The evening of Anouilh's 100th.

"Anouilh's 100th"?

Yes. I did Circe at the Atelier?

Yes. Sorry, I'd forgotten that event.

Doesn't that remind you of something?

Sorry! It wasn't on purpose.

It reminds me of a sordid event.

A woman I barely knew.

And wanted to know better.

- No diversions! - You asked, I answered.

You want to know where I met him.

I met him in '44 at the Atelier,

the night of Anouilh's 100th.

Because you humiliated me that night.

Oh, now we're getting to it!

You cheated on me and it's my fault. Sorry.

Unbelievable! "Humiliated"! I'd like to know how

I humiliated you! You were hateful all night.

Yet that night was sort of yours.

For once we had a chance to forget the Occupation.

People were happy together, having fun.

But you were sulking. Denying yourself the fun.

No. I was tired.

You were signing programmes no problem.

I didn't stop watching you.

Over Mrs Duranti's shoulder.

Yes, because that night, I was jealous too.

You were dancing terribly, as usual,

but Mrs Duranti didn't notice.

You were touchingly vain.

You saw yourself with a woman who only took on

1st rate lovers. They fought for her bed.

I swear we had no hidden agenda.

None! You obviously wanted each other.

Mony, my friend, wasn't wrong.

- The famous Mrs Duranti! - Yes. Why?

- No reason. - Thanks.

- You know her? - By reputation.

Do you think Mrs Duranti has a weakness for medicine?

Jules! A glass of red.

You suddenly wanted to be alone.

You took her by the arm and into the theatre.

I had a crazy, stupid idea, I admit.

I thought you'd leave, go off into the night.

Into the night. Oh!

You were in the orchestra.

You heard only her, saw only her.

She was talking, talking.

You were laughing.

I no longer existed.

You were alone in the world with Mrs Duranti.

And I thought, "He's laughing, he's happy.

"If I join in the conversation, he'll stop being happy."

You didn't hear me when I sat down.

Suddenly, I stopped feeling unhappy.

Not sad, worried or tired.

I was looking

at Mrs Duranti's pretty back.

She was laughing. I thought only I

could stop her. It was a rather

nice feeling.

One.

Two.

Two and a half.

Three.

Sorry.

What's up with you? You're crazy!

I'm going to faint, hold me.

I'm really sorry.

Is there a first aid kit here?

Cigarette?

By chance.

That's how I met Daniel.

Then, you arranged to meet.

No.

You saw each other again by chance.

He wanted to see the play again, I gave him tickets, he thanked me.

- You went to his? - Long after that.

Yes, you struggled. You were having a moral conflict

next to an idiot who didn't suspect a thing.

He'd come backstage, we'd talk.

He brought me records. You hated them,

remember? - I hated them…

But I love music!

They were his records!

He dared me to go to his.

I thought it was so silly, him wanting to test me.

I almost turned back and then I reasoned with myself.

If I did, it meant I was crazy about him,

but I wasn't crazy about him. Who was Daniel?

No one much.

He should have been intimidated, not me.

Who did he think he was?

For hanky panky? Come on in.

I wouldn't have come up, but the caretaker wasn't in.

No matter, make yourself at home.

Your records.

Thank you.

Just 5 minutes, to see your masterpieces.

My masterpieces need time to contemplate.

Marcelline, we're finished.

Next session, tomorrow, same time.

I was doing your portrait.

She's posing for the body. I don't know yours.

I won't let you use my face!

Why? She has a nice body.

Everyone will compliment you.

It's been a while.

I'm going to the basement.

I'm wary of their air raids.

There's nothing to fear.

I'll use your raincoat and dress later.

You wouldn't prefer my warm jacket?

- Where's the basement? - Usually underground.

Sorry, I'm nervous. It's my liver.

You can't go now.

- It might be a false alert. - No, no, no.

You'll still be here in 3 hours. It's fate.

I'll clean up then I'm all yours.

- Are you afraid of death? - No.

I hate it. You?

I don't care, I'm not expecting…

- I trust him. - Life worries you more.

No, we know how it ends.

I had a friend who wanted to blow his brains out.

His idea. But he didn't have the means.

So since I'm naturally kind,

I arranged for

a revolver and a wreath for him.

He bailed. He sold the gun

to pay for a nosh up. I never saw him again!

I don't like cheaters.

Anyway, he's dead to me.

- And the wreath? - There it is.

For my grandchildren.

The grave diggers' song.

Make yourselves at home!

Come in, break nothing! This is Paris!

Gay Paris, Paris by night!

Don't touch the Folies Bergère!

Don't be foolish.

Americans, in heaven, have mercy on us.

An interpreter,

we need an interpreter!

Black gods, tell them we are nice,

they should spare the rooftops of Paris.

Pray for us, black gods, grant us a reprieve!

Hey, up there!

Listen to your boss!

Make the most of it, it's a bad day.

For me, bad days are good days.

- No, not for me. - I'm drinking to love!

Do you hear, you others? To love!

To my love, with a little, tiny "I".

My love is tiny, because love with a big L

is too easily seen.

Madeleine, let me kiss you.

No one will know, it'll be a camouflaged kiss.

Madeleine, I swear on Mrs Duranti's back I love you.

I'd regained my composure.

Daniel amused me, he didn't impress me.

I'd show him I wasn't at his mercy

and I was indifferent to his attempt to seduce me.

I was sure he didn't love me.

Your scruples stifled him.

A woman, a bed, and he didn't try it on?

I'm explaining, not defending myself.

It's the truth.

Don't insist. I'm not an easy woman.

I have no lover, and, you're bound to scorn me,

but I love my husband.

- The doc? - The doc.

See what happens when you say such things?

The cigarette wasn't resentment.

- It was love. - "It was love".

- Your husband is happy. - Yes.

- Legion of Honour? - Yes.

- And good clients. - What?

Average guy, standard dad, good tenant.

A good man by all accounts.

What a nice husband!

A waxed walnut husband, a standard model, long guarantee.

Honour, family, country,

duty and boiled chicken!

I'd give anything for a bomb to fall here.

We'd die together, like Tristan and Iseult.

King Mark's face!

But for lovers, death is a wonderful beginning.

King Mark must be the passive defence!

He covets a rescue medal.

Hey! I can see him from here!

With his pickaxe!

What has he found under the rubble?

Love.

Our bodies entwined, you and me,

struck down, now a statue.

That would be a blow to King Mark!

I'm talking, are you listening?

I'm listening to your work,

it shows you as you are. - How am I?

No higher than that. You're 6, like all painters.

That's Apollinaire.

Yes. The only soldier I like.

"Under Mirabeau bridge runs the Seine

"And our lovers…

"Must it remind me?

"Joy always came after sorrow…"

"Come night, the time comes

"Days go by, I remain

"Hand in hand, face to face.

"While under the bridge of our embrace

"Flow eternal weary looks

"Come night, the time comes

"Days go by, I remain"

See, try playing that with your husband.

He's not the same.

We were but one for a moment, weren't we?

No.

We were alone together.

It's not the same.

Why are you smiling?

No reason.

Because the air raid is over.

- Over? - It's over for me.

For us both.

Listen, don't hurry.

The metro will be closed for 30 mins.

Hey, do something for me.

As a memory of this air raid, take this.

If you're asked what it is, say it's a horse.

Go on, take it. Go on!

Don't you dare?

It's an evil painting.

Thank you.

You're taking a part of me.

I was eager to be near you, to hear you.

Nothing happened.

Bravo! Well done.

That rat asked you to bed, you didn't jump in.

Such force of character!

Unbelievable!

That painting is his?

You said you'd bought it for 5,000 F from a Jew.

And I believed you!

A horse. Look at that!

As much a horse as I'm a bishop!

And you were proud.

You said the artist had gone beyond the horse.

Beyond the horse.

I swore not to see him again.

You saw him a week later!

I saw him a year later, about Mony.

- How "about Mony"? - When she had her accident.

A miscarriage! In rather obvious circumstances.

I have my own idea about Mony.

She was in a bad situation.

Shameful, yes. A imprisoned husband about to

return and find his wife in the maternity. Nice!

She wasn't the only one.

That's no excuse.

You'd have felt sorry for her if you'd seen her.

I would have cheated on him in normal circumstances, but not now!

What did the doctor say?

It's progressing. I've got a good 2 weeks left.

Unless there are complications.

If I had penicillin, I'd be up in 3 days.

But it's hard to find.

He has some, but keeps it for the very sick.

I'm of no interest.

Idiot. Dear idiot!

Don't worry. I'll get you penicillin in an hour.

My bicycle is there. I'm Mrs Richard.

Yes, ma'am.

- You're waiting? - Yes.

The doctor's next door. My boy's getting an x-ray.

What is it?

Dr Richard's my husband.

Can you say I'm here?

He'll only be a few minutes. Sit down.

I watched your nurse.

Yes, and? It was Mrs Forcaud then.

No, it was already the pretty Mrs Menier.

- You're sure? - Certain.

- Possibly. - She was more than pretty.

A real vamp.

Well, you know, when I'm working…

Some details didn't strike me then.

Only later.

Mrs Menier was an organised woman.

Yes, yes. And very modest.

- Excuse me. - Go ahead.

Secret Friendships

Apparently it's very good.

The doctor lent me it and asked for my opinion.

Her opinion, that was being polite.

I'm not disapproving.

Get dressed, my boy.

Well! What are you doing here?

This is something.

Do you know my colleague Mrs Menier?

- I didn't say my colleague. - You did.

Well, I didn't notice.

- What brings you here. - Later. Go on.

You can write the papers.

Here. It's ready.

Well done.

Well, my boy, we'll send you on holiday.

3 months in the preventorium will do it.

Goodbye, doctor. Goodbye, ladies.

Say goodbye to the doctor and the ladies.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, my boy.

Your turn now.

Would you leave us alone a moment?

No, please, stay. Mrs Menier has work to do. Come here.

Looking after your colleague!

I said she wasn't my colleague.

Don't forget the date on the form.

- Already done. - Great.

What is it?

- I've just seen Mony. - How is she?

She has 2 weeks left.

Her husband is coming back.

Poor guy, he'll get a good surprise.

No. Mony said that if she got penicillin,

she'd soon be up. - Yes, with penicillin.

Let the next one in.

What is it?

I told you everything. Luckily there's you.

- You'll help her. - No, my dear.

- Don't count on me. - Who can I ask?

I don't care. Her love life is too complicated.

I advise you to not get involved.

But Pierre, I promised her!

You were wrong. Doesn't she have a doctor?

If he has penicillin to waste, there's no problem.

It's the 1st time I've asked something important.

Important to whom?

She's not in danger or she'd be given it…

Can I give penicillin to every unfaithful wife?

Mony is my best friend.

I dislike that. She can manage.

You're going? You're not staying?

Pierre, be nice.

I don't have to be! This isn't a dispensary.

I'm surprised you thought I would

get involved in this kind of thing.

- You don't know me well. - Big words.

I won't supply penicillin to that whore.

Clear?

She'll kill herself!

Blackmail by suicide? No, that won't work.

So? Staying or going?

Well, it's up to you.

Well. What's up with you?

He has lumps in his neck.

Right. Sit down here, my boy.

- When did you notice? - 3-4 days ago.

You'd never spoken to me so brutally.

You were right, I didn't know you well.

I'd loved your indulgence,

understanding.

What a story for Mony.

Who's talking about Mony?

Mony wasn't the issue. It was bigger.

I couldn't count on you.

Well, so be it! I'd go elsewhere.

But where?

Selling penicillin was forbidden.

Traffickers had been arrested.

Who'd risk freedom to be nice to me?

I needed someone reliable.

Really! "Someone reliable"!

- It's funny. - What is?

That you thought of me for that.

I didn't forget you.

You needed an opportunity, a pretext.

- I've just found out something. - Yes?

- I went over my friends. - A detailed review.

I hardly found any real ones.

Many friends, few close.

You're the only one I can talk to safely.

The others…

Are you looking down on me a bit?

Do you have fake ration cards?

I also smuggle money and launder securities.

What do you want? I trust you, that's all.

Have I the face of an honest man?

- Daniel, what is it? - Have I?

- Yes, no, yes? - No!

- That reassures me. - All because I told you

I trust you. - Remember this.

Trust means esteem.

I don't want your esteem.

It's demeaning.

Keep it for your friends.

I just want your love. That's all.

No hurry, take your time.

If one day you want to love and be loved,

do as for the penicillin.

Call me.

My horse?

How is my horse? He's not kicking about in his frame?

He doesn't know he's a horse.

He might think he's another. I think I sell

penicillin on the black market.

Madeleine, look at me.

Look at me.

I'm kissing you for a long time.

No, it's not over.

I said for a long time.

Thank you for the silence.

That's really touching!

I'm not kissing you, but saying I am.

What a generation!

I'm trying to explain what happened.

I didn't yet know…

That you loved him. You already did.

Maybe, but I didn't know.

I suppose you heard from him soon after.

After that unforgettable meeting.

He promised to come to the theatre.

I was doing Romeo and Juliet.

The next day I couldn't concentrate.

Death is weaker than my love, Juliet.

By this blessed moon, I swear.

Death is weaker than my love, Juliet!

By this blessed moon, I swear.

Well, Madeleine!

- Sorry? - It's you.

Yes, dear friend, it's you.

Would you rather skip this scene?

Do you want us to get you a coffee?

I'm not tired, I'm just distracted.

I'll pay attention. Give me the line.

It's nothing, really.

Death is weaker than my love, Juliet.

- By this blessed… - What's that?

It's for me. Just a second.

Just a little second.

Do you have it?

Yes, I've brought your shopping.

Here it is.

- How much do I owe you? - Be polite.

Thank you. You're wonderful. I'll never forget…

… what you've done for me.

So nice. Best wishes, a good memory.

Daniel!

- Can we start? - Yes, yes.

It wasn't long. Start again or keep going?

Keep going.

I just wanted to finish and go to Mony's.

And see Daniel again.

It wasn't that simple.

What? You didn't go to his that day?

I did.

- Where you going? - To see Mr Daniel.

He's not in. He won't be back until midnight.

So late?

Yes! Since he started his thing.

- "His thing"? - Painting doesn't feed you.

He does a number at Bad Behaviour, a new club.

If you'd like to leave a message…

No, it's not necessary. Bad Behaviour?

Yes, it suits Mr Daniel.

You'll find him there. Starts about 9, 9:30.

Thank you.

Hear who can, he's called Julius.

He created Caesar, and Pagnol is Pompey.

Julius, like the other one, prefers

being first in Paris

to second in Marseilles.

And he's in Toulon.

Miss Vincent.

Are you alone? This way, please.

- No, not now. - Yes. It doesn't matter.

Just a little number.

No, you must hear the house star.

Barbara.

She's terrific. I discovered her.

She was a ticket inspector.

It was by chance, I never travel by metro.

You just have to put a name to the face.

Julius to close friends, he only has those.

Applaud him as he deserves.

My mistake! I've not finished.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's not usual,

we finally have a distinguished spectator.

She's listening with great respect.

Lights.

Thank you.

You all recognise her, Madeleine Vincent,

the moving, troubling, enigmatic, mysterious

performer, Madeleine Vincent.

Don't applaud! Don't applaud.

She's not here for you, but for me.

Just for me!

- Don't pay attention. - And now,

I'm going to work for pleasure.

Maestro, please.

It's a very dangerous exercise.

Sketching death, without a net.

I'll begin.

Stream running after you,

and fleeing you too.

Pretty, isn't it? "Stream running…"

There's no link, but it's very pretty.

Stream…

running after you…

And there it is. Very fast, grief in 24 hours.

By a pupil of Master Photobooth.

- Let me present… - Eddie Hortman, the boss.

Let's go?

- Don't leave. - Let me introduce myself.

Taboureau, an admirer.

Please have a glass of champagne with me.

Why?

5 mins ago, you didn't exist,

and you want her to please you?

In 20 mins, you'll want her blouse.

You're aggressive. What's wrong?

5 minutes.

What if they were your last?

You're no fun tonight. Champagne would do you good.

I won't insist, I'll wait at my table.

- You're full-on. - I don't drink with anyone.

Taboureau is a good guy and a very good client.

You have to hear Barbara.

Taboureau pays. You want to sell plonk.

Silliness. The bottle's on me. Albert!

A Mumm '37 for 21.

No. Miss Vincent doesn't want to be involved

with your circle of black market kings.

But, out of curiosity, look at

your clients.

If you dislike them, you know what to do.

I won't fail to. Madeleine!

- Are you angry? - I don't like your character.

What character?

The character you're playing.

I came to see you, not him.

- I'm not fooled by acting. - No! Don't go.

Daniel, take her to my table, quickly.

Leave us alone.

Well, well.

You should never talk to Toto like that.

Talk like yesterday, when you needed him.

Show consideration and respect.

The penicillin, who got it

for you? Toto.

Be quiet!

You were happy to get it. So, be nice to…

Little bastard.

Why did I address him so harshly?

His character!

He stood up for what he believed in.

Little thug! Whose money paid for the penicillin?

You didn't think about that! You weren't interested.

Who did he rob?

Did you steal for me?

I was weak with that bad restaurateur.

- Say you were remorseful! - Maybe.

Don't come back. Keep away from me.

Avoid me, that's my advice.

Do you prefer this character?

- What happened to you? - A bottle of champagne.

I don't like your name on certain lips.

So we fought a bit.

You can't stay like that, come on.

It's not too obvious?

It doesn't matter, champagne never hurt anyone.

- Who hit you? - Don't know.

It was a good bottle. They took things seriously. '37.

I've heard it's a good year.

- Where are you taking me? - Where do you think?

- 1 Moulin-des-Clercs Street. - Don't dirty my cushions.

Get undressed.

- Undressed? - Yes, undo your belt.

Legs up.

If you want to be of help…

What a memory!

- Is that all? - Do it yourself.

Drink this.

I should get injured more often.

This is very pleasant.

- Lean towards me. - With pleasure.

- Does it hurt? - No, it's OK.

- Tell me, tonight… - What about tonight?

Why did you come tonight?

I wanted to settle my debt.

To pay me, you're doing that.

Don't be stupid.

You don't have a safety pin?

Oh, no, no. But if it can help, I have…

I should have bulldog clips.

Bulldog clips!

- Here. - No, Madeleine, not that.

It's costume jewellery.

Really. It looks real on you.

Because I act well.

How much for the penicillin?

Nothing. I paid Taboureau, he gave me change.

Don't insist, I'm getting a temperature.

- I must look good. - For sure.

You're really very nice, Madeleine.

Can I call you that?

At this stage.

Because we'll be…

what I've often thought…

it could only be this way.

We'd come back,

you'd put me to bed, treat me,

and then

you'd just have to get into bed.

You haven't answered me.

Can I call you Madeleine?

Oh, no, no, not from afar.

Can I?

You're very beautiful.

Very beautiful.

- You're looking at my paintings? - Close your eyes.

It's all coming unstuck.

It escapes.

I've tried shutting it in frames.

Don't speak.

Sold.

Hello? No, no, I'm here.

I was going to lie for the 1st time.

I wasn't used to it.

I was nervous.

But I'd made my decision.

There you are.

I was wondering where you were.

I was phoning Fouquet's, in case.

Why not hang up?

I sent the boy to look, I'll wait.

Where were you tonight?

Yes?

Not in the bar or the restaurant. Thank you.

Where were you?

I met friends who took me to a club.

What friends?

You don't know them, they're from drama school.

From Dullin.

I was happy to see them.

We talked about the past.

I've taken a big decision.

Well, a decision.

I'm going to do a tour.

What about the theatre?

They'll make do without me.

I don't understand. You were so happy.

- I'm not now. - Do you have problems?

No, Shakespeare is outdated.

It was good during the Occupation, a resistance.

Oh, and the adaptation brings it down.

- What will you play? - Antigone.

I don't need to rehearse, I've done it so often.

Is it for long?

- Several months. - Well.

A very nice itinerary.

The South, North Africa, Switzerland.

And England and America if all goes well.

I don't care for this war.

I'm starting to have had enough of it.

What's this blood?

- What blood? - On your handkerchief.

Nothing, I had a nosebleed.

Does that happen often?

No. Why? Are nosebleeds serious?

No, you could see a specialist.

Listening to you, I'll be dead tomorrow.

I don't like you hiding things.

Tell me if you think the adaptation average.

You should show me it. I'm a good audience.

Audiences get it wrong too.

Still. I suspected something wasn't right.

I noticed when you came in.

- You saw it? How? - You didn't kiss me.

Oh, that's a lukewarm kiss!

I've waited 10 mins, but still.

Come on, another.

Your look then.

For a second, you hated me.

What if I refused to let you go on tour?

I could exercise my conjugal rights.

Are you joking?

Put your mind to rest, I won't exert my authority.

I'm asking you to stay.

But why? I've not left Paris for 3 years.

I want the countryside.

- I'm asking you not to go. - I'm sorry, I can't.

There's something else.

Don't tell me you're not over the joys of Antigone.

So what is it? What is it, Madeleine?

Do you want to know? I'm leaving because I love you.

Then you wouldn't rush to leave.

But it's true. I'm going for you.

Just for you. If I listened to myself…

Go on. If you listened to yourself…

Nothing.

Pierre… I'm not going to leave you,

but I have to get away, to stay what I am to you.

Let me do it.

I have to… have to take some distance,

you see?

But don't worry, I can look after myself.

When I get back, I'll be out of danger, I'm sure.

That's it?

That's it.

I graced you with my presence.

I wasn't mad at you, quite the opposite.

You needed more courage

to tell the truth than to hide it.

It was 1 a.m. I don't know,

in my office I felt a sense of security.

My desk.

My inkwell.

To think I'd believed it was all real.

I was rediscovering old feelings.

I'd felt this solitude before, the cold calm feeling

when things fall apart and you accept it.

I vaguely hoped you'd come to get me.

I was listening for your footsteps.

I thought you'd open the door and say,

"Come here, this is silly."

The door didn't open.

In Rome, you said the tour had been extended.

Your impresario had landed more contracts.

You couldn't say when you'd be back.

I dropped everything for 48 hours with you.

Oh, what a weekend!

Afternoon and evening performances, meals with the troop,

seeing you between acts.

I admit I felt more alone than in Paris.

What was I doing in your life?

I tried telling myself we'd be happy again,

that anything was possible.

If you'd only spoken to me.

But no. The secret belonged to the two of you.

I wasn't part of it.

You were a touring actress.

Your one concern was to stay far from me for a long time.

Later, much later,

I realised what separated us.

I wasn't even jealous.

You'd no reason left to be.

Did I ever ask if you'd seen him again? So.

How could I have?

He'd left Paris after the club incident.

Oh! You knew.

I knew he was in Spain. He stayed a long time.

He stopped us being happy.

What is it?

Nothing.

There was a sort of unease between us.

And we'd forgotten the reason for it.

Don't you think it's a bit severe here?

Why? Don't you like it?

Yes, I do, as it happens.

Well?

You did projects without believing in them.

You redecorated.

You tried to prove our love still existed,

that it would last forever. But these changes

were an unwitting homage to Daniel.

The decor was not for us, it was for him.

Reflecting him.

To find myself, I had to take refuge in my office.

Since you weren't interested

in what I did, you hadn't changed my office.

We lived apart, with our jobs.

My job.

Luckily I still had that.

That and Mrs Menier.

Mrs Menier. What's she got to do with this?

Since you have so much to reproach me,

let's bring Mrs Menier into it.

You liked Mrs Menier, didn't you?

She was a good nurse.

She was able, with a compromising perfume

and very professional.

"Professional"?

She made you do lots of overtime.

Oh, it's not the same for me.

All men say that.

Mrs Menier was easy, likeable,

cynical, disinterested and indifferent.

She had no power over me.

She didn't cause a misunderstanding.

She didn't poison things.

She wasn't a danger or threat.

I didn't have to run to get away from her.

Oh, it wasn't a complicated drama like yours was!

A short affair, very short.

Not even worth talking about.

See, I'm very grateful to Mrs Menier.

Because I owe her one of my best memories.

From not so long ago.

I saw your car in front of her house.

- You knew her address? - Looks like it. I was furious.

Especially since I couldn't

have the car as you had lots of visits.

I wanted to break something to calm down.

I thought of going to Mrs Menier's

and throwing things out of the window.

But I don't like Vaudeville. I'm not at home with it.

So I went for a light comedy.

That's more my thing.

very sincerely yours

I thought better of it.

I finally decided to wait.

Of course, you hadn't closed the door.

2 hours is time enough to think up excuses for you

and to discover the banal truth that

jealousy revives love.

I decided to win you over again.

Isn't this a surprise?

- Have you been waiting long? - 5 minutes.

- I was with a client. - That's what I thought.

A public finance inspector, a top man.

- Who? - My client.

Unfortunately, he had a tuberculosis infiltrate, so…

Oh, poor man!

I don't remember this.

I do. I even asked if he would get better.

I hope so, with treatment.

He is bedbound, of course.

I stopped him getting up, he had a fever.

- You're inventing things. - Not at all.

You gave me details, lots of details,

you were happily lying!

It's funny to say, it almost made me happy.

Men are always nice when they feel guilty.

To be nice, you could take me out to eat.

But not to one of your bistros.

No, to a real restaurant.

- Where? - The Eiffel Tower's restaurant.

If you like.

- And we'll go to the cinema. - Great idea.

Then, you can take me for a drink.

Anything you want, my dear.

Since you find nightclubs a torture…

- No, no, no! - Yes, yes, yes!

First, a confession.

First. So you don't think I'm drunk.

- You'll be drunk later? - Of course.

Pierre, my dear, I'm very happy.

- Ask me why. - Why?

Because I'm free.

- Ask what from. - What from?

Remember the danger I was fleeing,

the tour?

Well, it's over, really over, completely over.

- Oh, yes, but… - No!

- Ask me if I'm sure. - Are you sure?

Yes.

- Ask me why. - Why?

Because I love you.

No, don't ask me why.

Kiss me.

Once again, you got me.

No, Pierre, I thought I was over it.

You worked to find him again!

No, I swear, I didn't look for him.

6 months ago, I was coming back from Italy.

We had 3 days off,

so we were visiting the region.

Annecy, Chamonix, Megève,

then the church on the Assy plateau.

It's wonderful! It's wonderful.

That's the church? I didn't imagine it like that.

How then? A church is a building with a bell tower.

It's wonderful. I'll return here.

Sublime.

It's horrible. I don't get it.

What's horrible is not understanding.

Luckily God wasn't modern.

We'd look strange.

You do look strange!

- Matisse. - What was that?

Matisse. St Dominic, by Matisse.

Madeleine!

Come and see something.

Notice anything?

Doesn't she look like you?

Yes, maybe.

What, "maybe"? It's exactly like you.

She has your eyes. The same look.

There, too. The cheekbones.

She'd have your voice.

Extraordinary. Seeing that here.

Daniel Prévost.

Joan of Arc.

I told you, it's your role.

Don't you think she looks like my friend?

- Indeed. - See?

Do you know Daniel Prevost?

Of course I know him.

He was in the sanatorium for over a year.

He got bored.

So he left

and rented a chalet 500 m away.

Why? Is he a friend?

Yes, from long ago.

Did you come through St Gervais? Certainly.

You passed by his place.

You can see it from the road.

- Is he still sick? - Not anymore.

He's a very nice boy.

He's a bit… like that, but he's still nice.

Sometimes I send tourists to him.

Swiss, English, American. He sells them paintings.

He gets by.

To the right, Rouault.

The flagellation, by Rouault.

Nothing could stop me.

I had no qualms.

Everything was suddenly simple, easy.

I could lie to you, but why?

We're past that.

Can you tell my friends not to wait for me?

- I'll see them in Aix. - Yes, ma'am.

So, I have to come here to see you?

Will you stop mocking me?

What do you want to prove? You were perfect?

You never cheated on me below 1,300 m?

You fought to be faithful

but fate had the last word?

You're defending yourself well.

But you don't have a good record.

No, not very good!

Women like you are very shrewd.

They want us to forget how we met.

Bad luck, I have the memory of an elephant.

I hope you remember our 1st meeting

in Nice, during the Occupation.

We met on a Tuesday, on Saturday you stayed the night.

Don't say he waited longer than me

and I had preferential treatment!

Especially since I have no charm.

I don't draw horses.

I'm not intelligent.

I don't worry about Apollinaire.

I'm a poor idiot!

In Nice, at the time, there were restrictions.

What was I? Nothing.

A local doctor being demobilised.

What difference did it make you sleeping with him

sooner or later?

There is one and it's not to your credit.

If you'd said

"It was love at first sight."

And I have reserves about female foolishness.

God, I wouldn't have made much of it.

I'd have thought, it's a joke,

everyone can joke, let's forget it.

But that's not it.

You took your time, you thought about it.

Please don't say

you gave yourself out of pity,

that would be disgusting.

Go. There is nothing to keep us together.

We'll just separate.

As cleanly as possible.

What can I say? You're reproaching me

for loving you when you were nothing.

Sorry. I was always disinterested.

Since your memory is unforgiving, remember that in Nice

I hid nothing of my past life.

I'd lived, you too.

I wasn't ashamed about my life.

I tried to be loyal tonight.

You'd have known before if I'd been able to speak openly.

I feared your reaction, I didn't know

who I was dealing with.

We hide the most important things.

We live on the surface.

Years go by and,

and we never became friends. Tonight,

I should have lied, you'd decided

not to believe me.

Who do you think I am?

Did you waste 10 years with that woman!

10 years.

Oh, you're right. Better end it.

Oh, don't worry,

if I'm sad, you won't know.

I won't bore you with that.

This morning, I asked you the day.

You said Tuesday.

The date? You said…

No, Pierre, no!

That's too easy. You wanted the truth, listen to it all.

Here's the truth!

I loved Daniel!

You still love him.

I loved him so much I thought about separating.

There were times I couldn't stand you.

You were confident.

This indifference,

this peace, exasperated me.

I wanted to shout,

"Can't you see what's happening, I'm bored with you?"

They say time solves all. I ended up believing that.

Yes, I believed I'd given up Daniel.

Yeah. And you slept with him.

If you don't mind.

Hello, yes?

Who is it?

Boucicaut?

And it's over.

We didn't waste any time.

Did you give him more lobeline?

It didn't work.

Yes, of course.

So?

When I came back to Paris, I found a letter from him.

At Mony's.

He had lots of projects for us.

He had no financial problems,

he had a contract with an art dealer.

He could take on responsibilities.

Each letter involved me more, and when

he came back, we saw each other.

He only talked about one thing, us,

our life together.

Like it was bound to happen.

It was a game for us.

And a few days ago…

- Where to? - The world's end, it's nearby.

Your hand.

- Here we are. - Where are we?

- You've never been here? - Never.

- The garden? - No.

You have to meet it. This is

the pear tree.

That's the apple tree. This is Felix,

the cherry tree. It gives cherries. Madeleine gives kisses.

You're crazy!

House. What do you think?

It's a nice ruin.

Isn't it wonderful?

I can't really tell.

This is our place.

I've rented it for next to nothing,

we'll have a housewarming after

your divorce.

My divorce?

Of course, you're married.

True, I'd forgotten!

This will be the room for nice spring mornings.

Long spring evenings, afternoons.

No winter?

That's for other people.

A divan there, of course.

Whatever you want there. Whatever comes to mind.

Books, tables, chairs,

butterflies, friends, birds.

No wireless. Drinks, things to do.

You everywhere. Wait. There.

That's nothing, a room for a divan.

Have a look at your kitchen.

This is for the refrigerator.

The cooker, the divan.

In the kitchen?

Just in case. We'll stay together.

I'll show you your room.

- Our room? - Do you like it?

It has a nice sky view.

What way round for the bed? This way?

Head facing north is best for sleep.

Who said sleep?

When we've done the divans…

We'll see an architect.

He's a pianist just now, but with ideas.

Strange place for ideas.

What are you doing?

Measuring the bathroom.

Won't the repairs cost a lot?

Don't you think we'll be happy here?

I'm fed up of Paris. Some silence.

I want to hear myself paint.

I want to love you in peace.

For me.

Just me.

To think I had to go to Savoy to meet you.

I've always known you were made for me.

When I gave you the cigarette at the Atelier's 100th,

with one look, I thought, "That's her."

When I touched your hand…

If I'd done what I was thinking and feeling…

We'd have both gone to court.

Have you told your husband?

Of course not.

Don't you dare?

- Do you want me to? - Why?

To ask to marry you.

He's intelligent, he loves you.

He wants you to be happy.

Since you can be happy with me, he has no choice.

- Are you serious? - Yes, you have to end it now.

He has to know what to expect.

I'll phone him to ask to meet.

He would phone you to ask to see you.

After that, I didn't see him for a few days.

I didn't know what to do.

I said there were rehearsals for my play.

Yesterday evening, before rehearsal…

Hello, yes?

It's a bad time, I have to be at the theatre in 10 mins.

Oh, no!

I'd rather you come in 2-3 days, when the play is settled.

I'm already nervous and if I know you're there.

Well, no, I…

I've not spoken to him yet.

Will he be at the theatre? Yes.

No, please, stay calm.

Swear you won't do anything silly.

What state will I be in for acting?

You swear?

Yes, I'll come tomorrow at about 4.

Yes.

Without fail, yes.

I'll tell you tomorrow.

I hope he won't be long.

Make him a sandwich, he won't have eaten.

His ticket.

See you tomorrow, Rose.

See you tomorrow. I hope tonight goes well.

You're sweet, Rose. Thank you.

Have you seen the time?

It's time to dress, curtain's at 9.

Yes, but don't count on me tonight,

I won't be free until 10, 10:30.

No, not for a dress rehearsal!

I'll do what I can, dear.

Goodbye. Maybe see you later.

Where are you going?

To treat a patient. It's not unusual for a doctor.

It is at 10:30!

If all doctors

did that! - People would be healthier.

For emergencies, call Chambly, Javel 3805

When I got in, it was 4 a.m.

You weren't home.

You hadn't come to the theatre or eaten at Maxim's.

I was worried. It was the 1st time you'd been out all night.

No answer from Javel 3805.

I found Chambly's address.

A café-hotel.

What were you doing in that district?

I wanted to be sure.

I'd learn why you'd abandoned me.

Why or for whom.

Dr Richard, please.

Oh. He was here last night, but now…

Check 158.

Follow the hall, 2nd door to the right, ground floor.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What are you doing here?

I was worried, I phoned.

Worried, what did you think?

Well, come in.

It's horrible.

He's the patient? What's wrong?

Meningitis.

He was lucky, I came in time, he was in a coma.

I gave him injections all over, it wasn't easy.

- Will he make it? - Yes. Now, there's hope.

We're taking him to hospital.

You should have gone to bed, you must be tired.

So, did it go well?

Not too badly.

- Good. - No.

Doesn't he have any parents?

Yes, unfortunately.

Mother's not been back for days, must be with her man.

You can go, I'll wait for the ambulance.

Or sit down.

No?

Poor kid's smiling, I wonder why.

I saw him in February at the clinic.

He was throwing snowballs in letterboxes.

Otherwise, he played in streams.

A right little rascal.

I asked him, "What does

"your father do?"

He looked like he was joking, and said,

"Which father?"

You see?

I called him Riquet with the Tuft.

He's malnourished, it's unhygienic,

he has lungs like cigarette paper, and

there's that. There you go.

How old is he?

About 12.

Like an old dog.

I looked good as Father Christmas.

Good thing I came.

You are a good man.

Paris Hospitals

Well, at least he'll have a bed.

So, they took the kid?

Yes, had to.

Best thing that could happen to him.

Lucky he met you.

Hello, Mr Richard.

Hello, Josette.

She's 18, 3 miscarriages.

I knew her this high.

What is it?

I took your arm like I used to.

I felt like I'd got to know you again.

I've never felt as close to you as I did that morning.

I'll never forget our silence.

I was your wife again.

And yesterday afternoon, at around 5…

Oh, it's you.

I thought it was Mrs Nicolas.

Hello, my eclipsing love.

What's happened since…

It's not my fault. With the dress rehearsal.

We changed the 3rd act the day before.

The radio, photographers,

my dress not right, nerves…

There's no time.

Husband, hairdresser, cues, phone calls.

Don't forget to put the wine to cool.

What did I do with the car keys?

The domestic life.

No kiss? My mouth's right here.

- You're spiky. - Yes, always, roses.

She experienced what roses experience.

During sorrow.

You look bad.

I've worked a lot.

You know, light, colour,

the torments of creation.

The ravages of abstract painting

on the duty fireman's conscience.

Picasso opened the doors and blocked the exits.

I threw myself into work.

What a fall!

I tried to paint you.

Really?

No, don't look, I've just started.

It's not your portrait, but my idea of you.

It must be a wrong idea. Show me your eyes.

I'm not out of your eyes yet.

What shall I put in them?

Madeleine with troubled eyes.

Madeleine looking lost.

Lost.

Not to all.

- Can't you be serious? - Take your coat off.

I can't stay long, you know.

5 mins is a long time to be serious.

Alright.

Well, where were we?

You've not told your husband.

Not brave enough.

What does it take to tell a guy,

"It's over, we've played enough."

It's a bit like announcing your death.

Or his.

How long were you together?

10 years.

No hesitation, he's had his share.

One day more and you're in it for life.

I don't want to see that.

10 years. I'll take over.

- What are you doing? - Shh! Hello?

I'm giving him a 48-hour warning.

Hello?

Can I talk to Dr Richard, please?

No!

On the 4th beep, it will be exactly…

You were scared, weren't you?

Admit you were scared.

Little Madeleine was scared, very scared.

If you'd seen yourself! That was you.

Guaranteed likeness.

Stop, Daniel! You're impossible!

You're not crazy, are you?

I'll let you leave him.

I don't want all the glory, you know.

You have to do something for us,

give us a proof of your love.

- Listen. - No.

I know what you'll say.

I'm so sensitive, I can guess everything.

You don't want to be too brutal with him, is that it?

So I'll be nice.

I'll be very nice.

I have an opportunity to go on a journey.

I've been invited by a madman,

a fan. There are still some.

It's quite a long journey.

You'll have time to take care of things.

So, when I get back… Isn't that a good solution?

One moment!

Isn't that a good solution?

See, it's all working out.

Come in!

I heard you wanted me.

Post this. It has to arrive tomorrow morning.

I'll go now for a walk.

Can't you stay 2 mins?

I can't, I have errands to run before the theatre.

Tell me. What will become of you without me?

- Will you write? - Of course I'll write.

Where are you going?

You know, I'll tell you when I get there.

It's not up to me.

Oh, this hat!

Do you think it suits me?

You're… You're earth-shattering in that hat.

Goodbye, Madeleine.

Do you love me?

Of course.

Don't say of course, say I love you, like anyone else.

I love you.

Yes, I know I wasn't very brave.

I didn't have the guts.

I didn't dare tell him.

I almost did 10 times.

I couldn't.

But he's gone and I promised to write.

You don't believe me? You don't believe it was like that?

Pierre.

Whatever you decide,

I swear I'll never see him again, I swear it's over.

At least I've told the truth.

You see, Daniel, it was perhaps a test.

We think we're happy, we take no risks,

we stop thinking we're in love.

We get used to it.

Day are so similar we have no memories.

I was given a choice.

I've chosen.

You could still make me very unhappy.

Oh, I don't really want to.

What time is it?

Almost 8.

- Dad! - Yes?

Is what they're saying true?

What?

The teachers are going on strike.

Oh, maybe.

Then there's no school?

Well, no.

I hope it's not during the holidays.

You'd better hurry up.

I'm dressed, you can come in.

Daniel…

It can't be.

He died this morning at 6.

That was the phone call.

We did everything we could.

The 8 a.m. pain in the neck.

And it's not plugged in.

Too bad for her.

That's yours.

Simone! Come and kiss your mother. We're leaving.

Goodbye, sweetie.

Alright?

Is my tie alright?

Thank you.

I've not forgotten anything?

Well.

Well,

see you later.

See you later.

Here, put it with the others, over there.

Subtitles: Eclair Media