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ONE DEADLY SUMMER

from the novel by Sebastien Japrisot.

"I'll be judge, I'll be jury," said cunning old Fury

"I'll try the whole case and condemn you to death" Lewis Carrol - Alice In Wonderland.

I first saw her in April

when her parents moved from Arrame on the other side of the pass.

Her name was Eliane but everyone called her Elle or "that girl."

Her father, old Devigne, was paralysed after a fall from a ladder.

Her mother was German. He met her during the war when he was doing forced labour.

They call her Eva Braun. Really!

Back to work. You don't even know who Eva Braun was.

As volunteer Fireman, I'm on duty at the cinema. Where I saw her first, she played the star.

She'd won a beauty contest...

Elected "Miss Camping-Caravanning,"

and she'd acted like a star ever since.

I thought she was good looking,

but I didn't lose sleep over it.

She said she sat close to the screen to get some peace.

The truth was she wouldn't wear glasses,

and couldn't see from further back.

- Good night Madam Loubet. - Good night.

Get a move on!

What's the hurry?

Can't hang about. Bye.

Small towns are all alike.

The film ends and thirty seconds later everyone has vanished.

With Mr. Loubet's wife there wasn't much time for words.

We used the aisle to have a carpet under us.

The place needs a coat of paint.

I usually drove my brother's van home. I can't stand his driving.

We'd load up the back with kids, their scooters and stuff.

They'd fall fast asleep on the way.

- Everyone's asleep in there. - Really?

I've stopped. A fireman needs all his puff.

Before, I smoked like a chimney.

Find yourself a girl?

Eva Braun's daughter.

You took a while! Did you do her?

Not tonight. Her mother was with us.

Too bad.

What about other nights?

Twice. Last Saturday and the one before.

Where?

In the van on a tarpaulin.

How was it?

What an arse!

It was too cold to undress.

I just pulled up her skirt.

What an arse!

You're really good conversation!

You're a fine bunch.

- Thank you Pin-Pon. - Don't call me Pin-Pon.

What is it? What's going on?

I'll catch pneumonia! I

I thought you were in a hurry.

If I die, I'll take you with me.

My brother, Mickey, is a truck driver and on Sundays an amateur cyclist.

He's as daft as a brush,

but we get on well. We don't need to talk much.

You ass. Now there's no more water!

Mum!

My other brother, 13 years younger than me, was born when father died.

He's the Intellectual of the family.

He's about to get his diploma.

Father would call him "Doctor" If he were still alive.

Our father walked here, all the way from Southern Italy.

Like all Italians, he wanted to go to America,

but he never had enough money for the ticket.

So he stayed here.

He ended up marrying my mother who came from Digne.

They took in her sister who's been deaf

since 1944 when Marseilles was bombed.

She's called Cognata which means "Sister In Law" by everyone but my mother.

Nine. Nine!

What vegetables do you want?

What's that?

She wants peas

as usual on Sundays.

Ace, two and three, as usual.

My aunt's choice never changes "Don't scare luck away", she says. And it works.

We won twice at home, and both times it was her.

Hello!

- There you go. - Thank you.

Very well.

Thank you.

Five francs, please.

Felix?

Can you get us another one?

That's one I'd gladly do.

What with... You ain't got any!

It's not that difficult.

The town chemist had her.

And so did a visiting friend of my nephew's.

And even one of those Portuguese workers.

Wake up.

A fellow needs a break.

Is that so?

If your eyes were that blowtorch, the poor girl would never sit again.

We all call my boss Henry IV. He's the best boules player I know.

I went to school with his wife, Josette.

Which was three kilometers of very steep hills away.

Can I fetch your mother anything?

Some steaks. Four normal and a big one for Bou Bou.

Say they're for us.

- Why? - You know steak like he knows engines

I've a Delahaye with leather seats.

I swapped it for an old van.

She takes up all my spare time but she still won't go.

Three hundred metres. Sixty metres better than last time.

- I tell you. It's the gaskets. - You saw me change them.

She's allergic to gaskets.

No, it's the oil intake.

If you ask me, she's allergic to everything.

My poor Pin-Pon!

Don't call me that!

Just like you're not called Mrs. Ball-breaker.

I may well complain to the authorities

about the pollution?

We'd better push her back.

Hey Mickey!

- Do you know the Eva Braun girl? - Just about, why?

Just asking?

If you want my advice, you'd better stay away from her.

I didn't ask your advice.

You can meet her any Sunday at the Bing Bang dance.

That place makes me feel old.

Come along and I'll do the rest.

I don't need your help. I can chat her up as easily as you.

Actually I really don't care about that one.

The Bing Bang came to one village or another each Sunday.

The kids followed it around.

For a bit, I danced with Mickey's girl who works in the post office.

Have you met Mou?

Hi Mou.

- Where is Mickey? - He's playing boules.

Come on... I'll lead.

Shall we dance?

What else do you want to do? Climb trees?

Her first words were like a slap.

What's more, I hate people with clammy hands.

But hers were different.

They had something that I've always liked,

but they reminded me of babies or children.

Are you thirsty?

Let's count points!

You look like a gold fish when you look at me like that.

Is your hair natural?

No, and it costs me a fortune.

There's a good restaurant near Cavaillon.

Care to go some time?

It's really nice. There is a swimming pool.

Candles on the table, silver cutlery...

Okay, take it easy.

Taking me to a restaurant doesn't mean you get me in bed!

Be warned.

Look, we can't stand here all day. I can only dance on Sundays.

I ain't going back in. I've got to go.

Ah, OK.

- Who are you playing against? - Locals.

We're leading by three points. Massigne is hopeless.

To hell with Massigne!

There's a fair at Thorame. We should go with Georgette and Moune

have a go at the pigeon-shoot!

Moune's worth a fuck, ain't she?

Tonight let's play rummy with Cognata.

We'll invite Henry IV, when we return the car. We'll drown our sorrows.

- What do you say? - Yes

I'll just lose this game and come back.

I told myself there were other fish in the sea

that she wasn't worth the trouble.

Anyone here?

I've got a flat tyre.

Do you mind moving back a bit?

As you repair cars, I thought you'd do bikes too.

What fun!

- You'll get dirty! - Not at all!

Wheee!

What's she doing here?

Her bike needs fixing.

Forget the bike, she can go show her fanny somewhere else,

I don't want to see her in here!

Your tyre has a huge rip in it.

How did that happen?

Come back tomorrow. I've some spare tyres at home.

When do you stop work?

Not for another hour. Maybe longer.

I'll wait outside.

I've never seen anyone who could sit still for so long.

Like a doll left in a corner.

Mother hates anything in a skirt.

She'd even hate a Scotsman.

I've a bike to mend.

Yesterday, at the disco your brother shouted at me!

- Mickey? - No, Bou-Bou.

Really?

So he comes over, and says "what have you done to my brother"!

When I said, "nothing", he got all hoity-toity and said...

"So why did he look so upset?"

So silly.

What made you go?

Misgivings, because of Georges Massigne.

I'll have you know I belong to nobody.

And we're not together any more.

Do you really have a piano in your barn?

Who told you?

Bou-Bou did! When we made peace yesterday.

That's all our father left us when he died. Four walls,

and the piano.

Does it still work?

Yes, even on its own sometimes, if a mouse gets in...

It starts playing... but it has only one tune.

You did it on purpose?

To see me?

With secateurs.

Pin-Pon isn't a real name. What's your name?

Florimond.

My real name is Fiorimondo.

But I was born during the war and the Italians were against us,

so it didn't go down well in the village.

Here we are.

- Is that restaurant invite still on? - Whenever you want.

Why not now? At once.

You know what he's going to do?

- Who? - You.

He's going to go around the house and choose what she's going to wear.

She'll show him her dresses from the window.

All right?

That's why I couldn't do without her. She lived life in top gear.

It was wonderful. One of the best moments of my life.

When I think about it, I want to start it all again.

Hurry up!

- Bou-Bou's belt. - Here it is!

Why is he dressing up?

Nobody tells me anything.

- He's meeting a client. - What?

He's meeting a client.

What's her name?

We don't know.

If the fire station wants me, call the restaurant.

The number is in the book.

All right, but hurry up.

- Am I ok? - Awesome!

Fantastic.

Mum, I may be back late... Don't worry.

(Unintelligible German chatter)

Is she like he wanted?

You look like Zorro!

Go fast I don't want to play Queen of England and wave to the village.

Don't worry about the car. Pin-Pon is a good driver!

Who's worried? Won't lend it to him again, is all.

You OK? Not feeling sick?

You really understand girls.

I'd spend my life in a car.

But my stupid father could never afford one.

What did he do before?

He was a road inspector and a watchman.

He had a stroke?

I don't want to talk about it.

I've a Delahaye. Know what that is?

No.

No, except that it doesn't work.

I'll make it work when I find the parts.

And then I'll take you on a trip.

Oh, yes? Where?

Don't know, anywhere...

All right. To Nice? Or to Paris?

To a crummy room where you'll screw me?

Because that's what you want!

Go on... admit it!

I don't believe it! What did I say?

You bite your nails?

- Don't look. - They're false?

Don't tell anyone. If you do, I'll tell that you slept with Mme Loubet.

Who told you that?

Everyone knows.

There's no point in telling, then.

I promise I won't tell a soul.

We're not far from the restaurant, but I'll take you back if you prefer.

Don't be silly.

It's like Hollywood.

- Do you come here often? - No.

I came once to fix a customer's car.

You'll laugh but I'd promised myself I'd come back

with a glamorous girl like the ones I'd seen that day.

When I was little, they took me to the restaurant once

after seeing the eye doctor.

But there were oiled tablecloths and fly papers. It was squalid.

Squalid.

What's wrong with your eyes?

I can't see my own feet.

Why not wear glasses?

I've no need to see my feet!

Watch out, the band leader!

Has Mademoiselle chosen?

A melon without port and strawberries, if you have them.

And for you, Sir?

Perch with fennel and asparagus to start with.

What wine would you like?

I don't drink. It makes me cry and can't stop.

But tonight is special.

Champagne.

- Which champagne? - The one you always serve us.

I remember now, the Piper Heidsieck, isn't it?

Is there gold on the label?

Gold? Yes, I think so.

Then that will do.

At school, I wasn't listening. I repeated the same year three times.

In the end, they gave in and I left.

You're not eating.

Ah yes.

But I was by far the prettiest.

Everyone said so.

At thirteen or fourteen I was fully grown. Don't you believe me?

My teacher, Miss Dieu, was mad about me. She'd have done anything for me.

And I'm not stupid. Take arithmetic. No one can count faster than me.

I beat the supermarket till.

Here...

Choose two numbers. Anything from one to ten thousand.

Come on hurry!

Okay... 3,547 + 8,768.

12,315.

Come on! Check it!

Seven.. Eight... 12,315. You're right, wow.

Another.

No, I believe you.

When I was small, we always played that with my father.

He used to say:

"You're faster than anyone on earth, no matter who."

"No matter who."

I mustn't drink any more.

- What's troubling you? - Nothing.

You were like that in the car.

Don't take any notice.

Generally, boys don't take so much trouble to make me see...

You know what I mean?

Who are you talking about?

The chemist?

Or that man on holiday, or the Portuguese?

It's not true.

- You weren't there. - Okay, so they lied.

Did Massigne tell you that?

- I said "they" - "They" are pricks.

I meant

I only meant that if you like me

you don't have to do all this.

You can have me here among the plates

in front of everybody!

Would you like anything else?

You, get lost!

It's OK... go on now

9,322 and

♪ , 825.

17,147.

Well, two things she said were true about the counting and the crying.

Good night. Come back soon.

I told you, I'm tipsy.

We'll go home.

I want to stay with you.

No need to wake the Holy Family.

We can sleep in the barn.

I couldn't bear her looking at me like that

I made my biggest mistake ever.

All right.

Where are you?

Up here.

Look at her, that bitch. If it weren't so funny, I'd kill myself...

All he wants is to get her stupid knickers off,

and all that she wants is that he manages.

And that he doesn't get his fingers caught in the zip.

Just to forget for a moment that he is the son

of that piece of shit bastard father of his.

And I, dead serious, I tell her "what are they doing to you my little Eliane?"

Just so that she manages to enjoy it. End of story.

Now, I must be patient, and I'll find them all.

I'll make them pay dearly. And their families too.

Bloody Hell! What do you want?

You could at least say where you've been.

You know where I've been.

For Christ's sake, don't just stand there.

What must I do to make you take a swipe at me just once?

Don't you understand?

I want you to hit me. I'd prefer it, Don't you get it?

But, that poor simpleton, she still doesn't understand.

She keeps wondering who I am, and what happened to us.

I mustn't mention the piano.

I must keep quiet and do it all myself. Or she'd stop me.

Come on.

To please me.

Mum...

Mummy...

Haven't you finished, yet?

You're a jerk!

She's disturbing the whole village.

Wait till I get my hands on you.

Come!

Why must they be so stupid?

They're just having a laugh.

Yes, what does it matter?

Hello.

Sit down there.

Something to say?

What about you?

What has she pinched?

Nothing. These are my knickers.

I hate wearing yesterday's clothes.

This is my house.

- Leave her alone. - Is she going to stay?

She's staying.

I'm moving in with the Montechiaris.

I'll take my things.

Come Florimond.

She's leaving?

Good luck!

Goodbye Madam.

I love you more than anything.

No, you don't.

Absolutely not.

I'm only down the village street. It's not far.

Our trip back was a real joke. You'd have thought we were April fools.

It must be deadly indoors to bring them out like this.

Brochard and his wife were the stupidest of all.

- You're moving? - As you can see.

- So you're moving? - Ask your husband!

Why? What have you got to do with this?

You don't have to turn on the TV to hear idiots talk.

- It's not very nice. - But it's clean.

I must go to work.

- Can I put up my posters? - It's your home.

- Mind if I say something? - No need, I'm not stupid.

I didn't have time to put any knickers on.. I'll do it now.

When he smiles he moves me, and it makes me want to give it all up...

Not much room here.

It's the bathtub from when I was a baby.

It's a good thing our water's free.

Good God, she's going to bathe in front of us!

- I have to admit! - What?

- I've my own upstairs. - Either way, I'll be doing the washing.

Your mother is a good person but...

She didn't teach you to use your hands.

My mother did what she could

she wouldn't like you speaking like that.

She'd say your son... shouldn't have fetched me.

It won't last long.

Hey, Broken Hi-fi!

Listen to this.

Before she's rid of me, your sister will have bought me a wedding dress

a fantastic one, with lace everywhere.

I'm sorry, I'm hard of hearing.

Lace everywhere. And I'll see she cries all over it.

I'm taking eggs to your mother. Any message?

In the Ice Mother's bedroom, was a bed that could kill you if you fell off it.

And off course a photo of the late husband.

How did I stop myself spitting on it?

You look like a monkey when you eat.

Here, look at these cards.

Fancy being so old, greedy, and ugly, too.

I'd rather die at thirty, or maybe forty.

Your turn, stupid!

I'm sorry.

You counted my winnings?

No bloody fear!

You're a good girl.

We're already good friends. I've a soft spot for old people.

Watch it! Our Sorrowful Lady.

What's up?

Too bad...

You left these behind.

I wondered why you stuck your nose in things.

I'm going up to change.

She said nothing about going to my mum's but it doesn't matter.

My mother would never speak about me with strangers.

Since you got nothing to do, you can dry the salad.

I don't know how.

Tell me...

Has that piano always belonged to you?

My husband brought it here when he was young. On foot, if you must know.

On foot!

That piano was his living.

Why are you so interested in that piano??

No reason.

I thought I'd seen it when I was little, in Arrame.

Arrame is far, he'd never have gone that far.

The last time it left here you weren't even born.

I can't bear her eyes

it makes me think that she knows everything.

What's the matter?

Nothing. It's all right.

- Damn! - It's nothing!

Turn that horrid thing off!

It's nothing, it'll soon be over.

- Don't tell anyone. - No.

- Promise? - Yes.

Who did that?

Who did that?

Your aunt with the cheese grater.

Why did you do that?

Why did you do that?

What? What's he saying?

Tell him it's not true, you hussy.

- Stop that. She never insulted you. - Steady on.

- You agree? - No, I don't.

- What's going on? - Hang on.

- I was kidding. - You were kidding?

It's hardly your aunt's style, is it?

What did she say?

Nothing.

Aren't you ashamed?

Can you imagine the poor old girl running after me with the cheese grater?

It's always the same.

This afternoon I felt faint.

I fell.

Faint? How do you mean?

Where were you?

I was in the barn. Bou-Bou found me.

Does this happen often?

Never.

You spend all day reading stupid magazines. No wonder you feel ill.

No, it's not that.

I let a few weeks pass and I'm as sweet as pie with everyone.

Can't you rest a bit? They treat you like a maid in this house.

In the afternoons while I wait for Pin-Pon, I play cards,

I change dresses, fix my false nails, varnish them,

or lose myself in thoughts about that old jerk, for hours...

You've won again, my pet.

Here we go again!

After an hour or so dreaming like that

I'm so fed up I have to go out.

On Sunday mornings, Mickey sets off for a race saying

I'll win, dammit!

- Hi Georgette. - Hi Georgette.

And returns, saying

I lost, dammit!

Hardly surprising.

It's your fault, too. You service my bike.

However well I ride, the bike's so heavy I always beat it past the post.

- Where's Mum? - Outside.

Then listen to me.

Your bike doesn't drink or smoke a packet a day.

A couple of fags...

Or spend every night with Georgette.

How can you hope to win?

I won!

Is this large?

- Read the ticket. - I can't read.

Ninety-seven francs fifty.

- You count real well. - Yup, that and my arse is all God gave me.

What are you knitting?

What do you think?

Stop.

How do you know?

I went to the doctor. He said I can't know yet but I'm sure.

I'm sure she is.

She's tricked you, my poor boy.

Be quiet. No one's tricked anyone. It's one of those things.

Anyway I have enough of people whispering about her.

It's my fault. We'll deal with this fast.

End of chapter. A little perseverance and I'll sign my name Montechiari.

Look, I've some work for you.

Josette, Henry IV's wife, gave it to me.

You're really going to be married?

I knew it. I prayed in church.

It's beautiful. Worth a lot of money.

Make it tight, with lots of lace and trimmings, like a Marilyn dress.

Just like Marilyn's!

He's all goodness, that Montechiari boy.

Tighter!

So serious and such a good worker.

And so handsome, too.

Yes, Italians aren't bad.

Remind me how yours was.

- I don't know what you mean. - Yes, you do.

Tall. Dark. With a black moustache.

What else?

Come on, tell me.

What more can I say than I've said a hundred times before

when you've badgered me with your questions?

It was November, 1955.

A Saturday.

They arrived in the middle of the day.

There were three of them. One was Italian.

There was a fork before Arrame and sometimes motorists missed the road.

Otherwise no-one came our way.

We've lost our way. Is Arrame far?

Go back to the fork.

Take the road along by the river.

That's a fine rabbit there!

It's nice and quiet here.

Well, good bye then, thanks.

I was alone.

Every other Saturday, Gabriel visited his sister.

But she refused to see me.

I was shy then. More so than now, but not easily scared.

I'd had that knocked out of me in the war.

But I was on edge all day

as if something inside me knew they'd be back.

When they came, I thought, "No, it's not true."”

But I knew it was true.

That it was my life!

If you shout, I'll smash your nose and all your teeth!

Go on scream!

Go on drink!

Here are your clean clothes.

Shall I cook carrots or courgettes?

My sister is a nitwit. A good woman, but a nitwit.

She shouts even though she knows I can't hear.

The child doesn't shout. She speaks slowly so I understand.

What was your brother-in-law like?

Poor Lello?

Irritable.

But kind hearted.

A real Italian.

She gets on well with Mickey and especially Bou-Bou.

I'm sure she bought him that sweater he wore last Sunday.

She said nothing to the others but I don't miss much.

I'll win, dammit!

Only my sister dislikes her. She thinks her insincere and giddy.

She's a fake.

A bad lot...

The child is unhappy.

Life can't have been easy.

But she'd rather show her bottom than her true feelings.

- You were so stuck up as a girl. - And guess what she calls you.

I know.

She calls me "Broken Hi-fi".

She told me.

Did she ask you who brought the piano back after Lello pawned it?

I can't hear.

She asked who brought the piano back.

I can't hear.

I remember who it was.

Leballech and his brother-in-law.

You weren't here when they brought the piano.

It was the day old Massigne got crushed by his tractor.

You'd gone to the wake. So there!

Leballech and his brother-in-law.

That was fifty-five or fifty-six.

No, fifty-five. In November.

The men had a drink together, here in the kitchen.

Florimond was just a boy then, always at his father's side.

I knew Leballech by sight.

He drove for Feraldo's like Mickey does now.

I didn't know the brother-in-law. He said he was from Digne.

I was worried that the boy wasn't in bed. It was past midnight.

Strange how clearly I remember that time,

but not those marvellous days with my husband, before the war.

In the summer we rented a villa by the sea, at Susset-les-Pins.

The garden was full of oleanders.

I remember the gramophone and my favourite record The Barge Sails On.

Thinking of nothing the current runs on

making wanderers of us all.

I don't remember the singer.

Yes, I do. Lys Gauy.

I don't remember the gramophone.

But there was a dog on the label.

It's on the tip of my tongue.

Oh God, I can't remember the make.

His Master's Voice.

The dog is His Master's Voice. Everyone knows that.

You're going daft.

You're wicked!

Yes, you're very wicked.

I love you best in this house but you're losing your memory.

Don't let them know.

Ask me.

I'm not wicked. I'm going daft, too.

You understand?

That afternoon she went to town to get her birth certificate for the wedding.

When she came back, she'd changed.

Her eyes weren't made up anymore.

She was sad.

Worse than that.

Can I see your birth certificate?

Mind your own bloody business!

Coming for a swim?

Let me see it. Be a good girl.

She was born on the tenth of July, nineteen fifty-six.

She'd be twenty in a few days.

Her name was Eliane Manuela Herta Wieck.

Her mother, Paula Manuela Wieck was a naturalised French citizen.

Her father was unknown.

You've your mother's name.

- Do you mind? - Just explain.

There's nothing to explain.

Don't go away. I'm on your side.

I had to wait two or three days to be alone with her again.

Curiosity gets worse with age.

I want to speak to you. Come here.

She was off to see her old teacher, Miss Dieu, on the bus.

I know she'll tell me to leave her hair alone.

I won't mess up your hair.

All right, you won't mess it up.

What did you want to say?

Want to know who brought that piano here?

In late '55, eight months before you were born.

I'm not as stupid as you think. I've plenty of time to think.

Go on, ask me.

Ask what? Who brought that damn piano back? I couldn't care less.

No use asking my sister. She wasn't there.

But I was. Nobody else but me can tell you.

I don't want to know.

I want to marry Pin-Pon. That's all!

Silly ass.

Eliane!

I know you're there.

His name is Leballech.

He was with his brother-in-law. Do you hear me?

Leballech.

He drove a lorry for Feraldo, Mickey's boss.

When you see Pin-Pon, tell him I'm having supper with my teacher.

OK, I'll tell him.

Shut up you lot.

Yes.

Leballech left to go set up his own sawmill.

It's on the Coustelet road.

- And his brother-in-law? - He's called Touret.

He's an estate agent in Carpentras.

You say your father sent you?

He can't move.

He knew Leballech?

It's odd. The Holy Family. I mean, my future mother-in-law knew him.

He once brought back their piano.

You remember?

November fifty-five.

There we are Saturday the nineteenth. Leballech.

Timber for Bonnet, fencing for Poncet, Arrame.

Piano, taken to Montechiari. Up in The Combe Pass.

And below...

Lorry out all night. Warned Leballech.

There are millions of cars In Carpentras and I've a headache from hell!

Can I help?

Is Mr. Touret in?

He's out with a client but he shouldn't be long.

I've been transferred from Nice. I'm a teacher.

I need a small furnished flat. Nothing too expensive.

This is just the thing Rue de L' Hubac, fourth floor.

- This young lady wants a flat. - Thank you, Suzy.

Hello Miss.

I wish he were dead and rotting already.

It's fine. Just what I want.

But eight hundred francs a month is an awful lot.

If this were a film, not an eye would be dry.

I'm sorry but I can't make up my mind now. I'll think it over.

But of course.

Call me when you've decided.

This way, we can meet again.

Can't we?

Is Mr. Leballech there?

- Dad's in his office. - Thanks.

Go on! Laugh, while you still can.

Yes, Miss?

Sorry to bother you, but I may rent a flat from your brother-in-law.

I'm a teacher.

Yes? So, what?

How much would you charge for a bookcase?

Just shelves for my books.

I'm not a carpenter. I could maybe let you have some wood but that's all.

Oh well.

I'll give you a name.

Say I sent you and they won't rook you.

I may not take the flat after all. It's really too dear for me.

Do you know how much a teacher earns? Less than nothing.

Try bargaining with him.

I know where that would get me. I'm not stupid.

He undresses you with a glance.

Have I offended you?

The less I hear of my brother-in-law, the more pleased I am.

Anyway, thank you.

- How old are you? - Twenty. My name is Jeanne.

And you're a teacher?

Make my shelves and you'll see.

- See you. - I hope so.

If he's still standing there when I turn round, he's had it.

As sure as I'm alive I'll have his soul.

My teacher had been waiting an age.

A budgie-fancier would have put her in a cage.

Well, we are all dressed up!

Why did you keep me hanging about?

Did you dress up for me? It's quite amazing.

Let's go I'm hungry.

How much does a teacher earn?

Enough to buy you a present.

That's not why I asked.

Do I look like a teacher?

No. You look like no one else.

Two ravioli to follow, please.

Do you remember I once had tests done in Nice?

A bloody counsellor typed a report

saying I was unfeeling, antisocial and perverse. Do you think that's true?

No, I wrote and said so.

I am not unfeeling. And you've done worse than that.

On my certificate last week, you wrote "father unknown."

You're the village Mayor, school teacher, you could easily

have written Gabriel Devigne, couldn't you?

For me!

You know what you are? An idiot.

Yes.

Calm down.

And then a Romana, a La Reine and a Margherita.

What about your napkin?

Great...

But I never smoke.

Except to annoy.

But it looks lovely.

There's a card in the box.

Leave it.

"Let me be your flame."”

Terribly trite but I found it touching, too.

I'll give you a better kiss in the car later.

I love seeing her blush.

- What are you thinking about? - You.

What's so funny about me?

One can see your bra under your blouse.

You didn't realize when you dressed at home.

Well really!

Give me a birthday treat.

Go and take it off in the toilet.

You're crazy. People will see.

Please.

I warn you I'm going to do it.

I did it.

Yes.

Next time, show your behind.

I always repay what I owe, for good or ill. Then I'm quits.

She kissed amazingly well.

Are you angry?

I rang Miss Dieu at seven. She wasn't in.

She took me out for my birthday.

She gave me a lighter.

Not bad...

- Is that yours? - My father's.

Are you a good shot?

Not as good as him.

Would you use it if someone hurt me?

Who'd want to do that?

I don't know.

He's very quiet up there. Maybe he sleeps all day.

Or he's not shouting at me because I'm twenty.

Mother, I want to ask you something. Don't be cross.

Am I generally cross?

How was he when you met him in Germany?

He was lost. He was hungry, like we all were.

We were fleeing. What do you want me to say?

I don't know. Just what he was like.

You saw at once he was French.

He looked as if he'd been punished for something he hadn't done.

Lower, so the best man can take it off.

Mickey will have fun!

And later?

Later, what?

November fifty-five.

When he came back from visiting his beastly sister.

What did he do?

I knew you'd get back to that.

I warn you I'll break everything. Windows, crockery, the lot.

- I've told you a hundred times. - Make it a hundred and one.

Why didn't he go to the police?

I stopped him.

You didn't recognise any of them?

No, they weren't from round here.

Do nothing. Don't tell anyone.

I'm a foreigner.

They'll laugh at you.

I'll find them myself.

Kill them with my own hands.

But I knew he wouldn't.

He was afraid of everything. And miserly with it.

He was always good to me.

Yes, that's true. He was different with you.

Leave the dress alone.

The truth is you didn't love him. So he didn't care.

Maybe you were having it off behind his back with some piece of shit son of a bitch

I've never looked at another man.

Ask him, if you don't believe me.

But you're right. I didn't love him enough.

To sacrifice everything for him.

We'll have to find a midwife who'll do it. I'll ask my sister.

No.

I agree with the doctor. Whoever made it, the child is mine.

If you want, I'll go away.

Listen, Gabriel, even the man himself doesn't know.

For us, it's as if he's dead.

Dead!

Would I be talking like this if he were dead?

But all three are alive,

and still laughing... and instead I should shut up?

All I'm good for is cleaning up the shit they left behind.

Do as you like, but I'll never accept the child as mine.

I have no reason to.

You should have left me where I was.

I didn't ask to be born.

And he'd still be walking.

Sure you're not too hot like that?

Would you suggest I'd put on an armour? Wanna bang Joan of Arc!

As usual, I get over it. Just a bit of a headache, that's all.

Climb on my back.

I know where to find some trout, we'll catch some.

As Cognata said, they were good times! I refuse to believe it was "before."

I want it to be now. I want it!

All right.

What do you say to some glasses?

Won't that be nice?

So, then.

Eliane Wieck.

Devigne.

Eliane Devigne.

That's fake, just for the Social Security.

I'll explain.

It's because of the war.

Mummy was German.

But that makes no difference to us.

You understand?

Montechiari.

Leballech.

Thouret.

When I've done it, I'll go and say...

"Dad, they're dead. We'll both get better now."

I mustn't stay here.

These shoe's are useless. Damn it!

He was always my dad.

He didn't touch me. It was me that saw evil everywhere.

Be careful, you'll have your hand off!

That was a big one.

Come down, that's enough now.

What a big girl you've become.

I could eat you.

What is it?

- But...? no! - Don't touch me...

What's wrong with you!

Damn it!

He still saw me as his daughter. He never said a thing!

"He'd fallen from a tree." ” Full stop.

Even if the doctor didn't believed it He never said anything else.

So then

I could see you, it took me three bends to catch up!

I'm racing at Manosque tomorrow. I'll come in last.

Unless I add a motor.

How many kilometres today?

I'll tell Pin-Pon a hundred.

But really it was fifty.

And I drank three cans of beer.

Got any cigarettes?

Pin-Pon says I'm a daft brush.

You're all as bad as each other.

A first-class brush.

What are you thinking about?

There's one race I can win.

It's in Carpentras in July.

The week after your wedding.

- At Carpentras? - Yes.

18 times round the town with a premium each round.

What's the prize?

A cheap medal and a bike that Pin-Pon will flog for fifty francs.

Oh, I'd like you to win.

There we were

not saying a word,

and for no reason I begin thinking about Pin-Pon, Bou-Bou and Cognata.

Getting super depressed!

Sunsets make one sad, uh?

Yes.

Look who's coming!

Forza ltalia!

Long live freedom!

Long live freedom!

"Three little notes of music

are packed away

in the depth of memory

but they cease to play, turn the page and go to sleep

then one day without warning

you find they are calling

you'd prefer to forget

their notes of regret.

From that summer you met

but you will never forget

the notes that you heard

and the girl that sang them...

La, Ia, la, la, every dream

rhymes with "ending"

yours does not make any sense

finished before it started,

only as long as a dance,

the time of a chorus.”

Hey! Go on there!!

One two three four five! One two three four five!

Where's the best man?

Who'd have thought it?

Kissing your brother isn't very manly.

It's a wonderful day.

The sun, the music, everyone laughing, it was all wonderful.

I started laughing to myself. To think it was my wedding. I was married.

Nothing around me seemed real.

Not even the home I'd always known.

I'll get you another.

It was then I started looking for her.

Her. Elle.

But nobody knew where she was.

Have you seen Elle?

She was in the house just now.

Oh? I didn't see her...

Oh yes

I've already lost my wife!

Eliane?

- Mickey, are you there? - No, go away.

There was Mickey with Georgette losing his next race.

Have you seen your daughter?

She wasn't with you?

Is something wrong?

- Are you looking for Eliane? - Have you seen her?

I disliked Eliane's teacher on first sight.

There's no point explaining now.

What happened was as much my fault as hers.

This is a wedding, not a funeral.

Lets have a drink.

Plenty of time later for regrets.

Where's the bride?

Gone in to rest.

I danced and forced myself to join in the fun.

At seven, she still wasn't back.

Mickey and I went to look for her in the village.

Brochard, have you seen Elle?

I last saw her coming out of church on your arm.

And very nice you looked.

Let's try her mother's.

- Her mother is with us. - It costs nothing to look again.

A nurse was looking after M. Devigne.

I've a good reputation.

Of course. What happened?

She wanted to see her father.

But he didn't want to see her. He was shouting like a madman.

But she went up all the same.

Let go of me!

Don't look at me!

Please, please.

I did nothing. I meant no harm.

Let go of me, you old whore!

Don't know how long they stayed like that.

Go along, Eliane, and find your mother.

I want your mother.

You'll see.

For both of us it'll be like before.

I'm sure it will.

You shouldn't believe everything women say. They always exaggerate.

- Yeah, of course. - And the old man must be crazy.

Shut up in his room all day.

Of course.

She moved in with you, so he decided never to see her again.

Imagine how you'd feel.

Of course.

Is that all you can say?

Don't you want to win at Carpentras?

She's hiding somewhere. You know what she's like, she's only a kid.

Maybe she's back.

Don't be angry with her. It's not her fault.

It's not her fault.

I had a lump in my throat, like I had as a boy when I wanted to cry.

We still have to eat.

I hoped to find you alone.

I thought they'd have left.

You do know how to make yourself noticed.

Damn you all!

What did you say to her?

That I can't wait for my wedding night and the rest was all bullshit!

She was too free, too wild.

The more I asked her questions, the more annoying I'd become...

A stupid husband.

Your turn.

There we go.

In one way I was right.

We married on the 17th I lost her on the 26th.

Our marriage lasted exactly nine days, including the day itself.

But nothing else turned out... as I thought.

On Wednesday when I came home for lunch, she was missing.

- No idea where she went? - No.

- You asked her? - Yes.

What did she say?

The girl must go out sometimes. I expect she's sunbathing.

No, she was wearing her red dress and had a handbag.

Do you know anything?

We aren't going to steal your plate. You'll choke one of these days.

You're already going back to the garage?

Put those two up there, with the others.

What will they think?

Let them think what they like.

You aren't a teacher, are you?

No.

What do you do?

Nothing.

Why did you come to Carpentras?

It was just chance, really.

Here or there...

But I'm glad I came.

This time the ape makes up his mind.

He puts his horrid tongue in my mouth,

and the only thing stopping me from vomiting

is that I'm going to kill them all!

He wasn't Interested in my state of mind, the bastard.

Not here.

Will you take my brother-in-law's flat?

I'd forgotten about it.

If you like, I'll take it.

There's no need.

It's just a little something.

Right.

I'll go to the estate agent's.

I'll meet you tonight?

I can't manage tonight.

When?

I've things to do in Nice. But I'll ring directly when I'm back.

I promise.

Be nice.

I'm dying for it, too. Call me a taxi.

Off I went for the keys.

I scoured the shops to get the look of a tart!

Come in quick. You mustn't be seen.

What are you doing in a place like this?

If you were found here, it'd be a catastrophe.

But you asked me.

Don't speak so loud.

Listen.

It's awful.

Some things I can only tell to you.

I can't tell my mother or even Pin-Pon.

Promise you won't tell anyone.

Swear it.

I swear, but what is it?

Listen.

Last summer when we lived in Arrame

I used to go up into the hills to sunbathe.

One day, I was on my own when two men

well, they grabbed hold of me.

I was too scared to tell anyone.

Later, they came to the house and I was even more scared.

So I went with them to the woods.

Of your own accord?

You don't know what they were like.

They threatened to beat me up, and my mother, too.

I hoped, once I'd married, they'd stop.

But no. They came to the village on my wedding day.

They made me.

So you see why they rented me this flat?

To receive men, to be a prostitute.

Oh no...

She cried so much

we nearly drowned.

If anything happens, see Pin-Pon gets this.

It gives their names and addresses.

The flat keys will always be in the letter box.

No.

It's not for you.

Only Pin-Pon must know.

Remember that.

If one day you have to tell him.

Say what hurt me the most

was what they made me do on our wedding day.

Don't torture yourself.

- What are you saying? - There's no need to shout.

Where's her knitting now? Ask her!

Hit me and I'll leave.

Tell me. Where have you been?

Go ahead, hit me.

I've lost a heel.

I went to town to look at the shops and I missed the last bus.

Where's your shopping then?

I didn't need anything. It was just to get out.

Between your mother and aunt, life's not much fun.

Button your dress. Must you show yourself to everyone?

Come on.

I'm fed up with the dress, too. I won't wear it any more.

Is it my cooking you dislike?

How did you guess?

I prefer my mother's.

When you're expecting, you have to eat.

You don't knit much these days.

Have you lost your tongue?

I've put on two kilos since I got here.

All on my bum!

Then I'm scolded for not eating.

What annoyed me most was that she took me for a fool. That I was.

Catch. Your mother can use it for polishing.

So this baby was pure invention?

I'm speaking to you.

Yes?

You were saying?

Pure invention. Admit it!

I don't know what I said... that I wanted an answer

that we would have married anyway.

There, there, my dear, it's all over. Calm down.

You were always the calm one. I don't recognise you anymore.

You even hit her on the breast.

- He didn't know what he was doing. - Exactly.

That night I was called to a forest fire near Grasse.

Since the beginning of the summer, they called us every week.

But for the first time that summer I felt good to leave home.

I only got back home two days later.

All right then. Bye.

I won't be much good for a bit.

Careful! It hurts.

How was it?

It's still burning on a wide front.

We saw it on TV. Bloody Hell!

I'll have a shower and go to bed.

I don't mind if you have a baby now or later.

But I can't bear you lying.

I've a feeling you're hiding things from me, and it makes me mad.

If I am, it's not what you think.

I love you.

Go to your fires till the cows come home, I'll still be faithful.

It's true.

So what's the secret?

If I ever tell it, it will be to you.

I swear.

Arabedian, Tarrazzi and Montechiari are in the lead for the sprint.

Mickey was winning all the sprints.

He kept just behind Tarrazzi and overtook him at the last moment.

Today he's going to win!

Then Mickey dropped back.

And I lost Elle in the crowd.

Move over!

Right then! Explain yourself.

What do you want?

Me?

I saw my old boss. Feraldo.

So what?

You're the Devigne girl from Arrame.

You've married a Montechiari.

I marry who I want!

That's not what it's about!

I'll tell you one thing about that night at your parents'.

My brother-in-law and I weren't involved.

You didn't deliver the piano to the Montechiari?

- Yes. - I don't understand you!

Let me out of here.

Ah no!

You're going to listen. It won't take long.

In November '55 I bought my sawmill. You can check.

I visited Touret to sign the papers but I had to keep it quiet.

So I found two mates to do my deliveries.

It was after eleven when they came back.

Do you know what time it is?

We got stuck.

We've had some problems.

The one, Pamier, got a job in Avignon.

Fiero, the Italian, became manager of a bar in Marseilles.

I don't know what happened to him.

I only knew the other one by sight. A hooligan called Rostolan.

Get the hell out of here. Piss off!

And they didn't even deliver the piano.

It'll only take half an hour.

So that's what we did.

Don't believe me?

My head's not just something to put a hat on.

- Why would I lie? - Yes, why?

If you weren't there, how do you know the van stopped at my parents'?

They weren't supposed to deliver anything!

Because I've been asked about this shit before!

Ten years ago, in the 60s your father came,

and I told him the same thing.

Who?

Your father. Gabriel Devigne. The watchman.

Ask him yourself.

I don't believe you, you bastard.

I looked for Elle for ages.

When I finally saw Elle, she seemed to be sleep-walking.

Yes, that was my very first thought.

Eliane.

Eliane.

Look at me.

What's the matter?

There.

Take it easy.

Don't move.

I didn't even dare speak to her. She was passive and remote.

I didn't even hear who won.

Montechiari! Montechiari! Montechiari!

No, leave me.

It must be sunstroke

or something she ate at midday.

What's the matter? Paula, come up here!

Shut up, you up there!

Really, we can't hear ourselves..

Come on lets go. Let's leave them.

Speak to me. Please, speak to me.

Your brother is right. Leave her here tonight.

That's roughly what happened.

Who can say what really happens? We, each, only see our bit..

- Still bad? - Yes

I'll be back at midday. Drink up your chocolate.

I don't feel like it.

What's this? It's not like you to bite your nails.

I'm not an idiot.

Off you go now.

Don't come up.

I won't open the door.

Please, let me in.

No.

I must speak to you.

Are you not well?

Let me come in.

To tell me what?

Did you know Leballech?

Leballech?

You can't get in.

Come on now. Go away.

Stop that.

Leballech had nothing to do with it.

So it's true.

You saw him?

I'll get the axe.

Eliane!

Yes.

Yes, I saw Leballech.

And Touret, too.

When?

You were nine

when I found the piano.

They lied to you, too.

No. We already knew Leballech.

Before they attacked your mother.

She would have recognised him.

But what do you want? To find out which of the bastards

was your father?

No. You're my father.

No. You're my father.

Why did you say that?

You knew where they were and who they were!

Why didn't you say?

Why?

And have my head cut off?

Eliane.

Come closer.

Eliane.

Do you remember those Saturdays I went to see my sister in Puget?

I didn't go to my sister's.

I'll be back on the seven o'clock bus.

Fiero was in July in Marseilles.

- Sorry, we're closing. - Just a brandy.

No, it's too late.

All right.

Pamier was three weeks later in Avignon.

Is someone there?

Rostollan was in September, again in Marseilles.

Did you call for a cab?

You've called me to a strange place!

Where to?

You can tell everything to the police now.

I don't care any more.

I'm finished.

I did it for you.

For you, I'd have done anything.

Eliane.

Yes?

In the cellar in the lining of my jacket.

Go and look.

Yes.

Go and look.

A COFFEE BAR OWNER MURDERED

I always thought that if they were dead

everything would go back like before.

In fact

they've been dead a long time. And everything is broken anyway.

I hear you were ill yesterday.

Feeling better?

Won't you come in for a moment?

Where are you going?

What was I doing just now?

And this morning?

And yesterday?

It's just another of those bad dreams.

I know when I'm myself and that's now.

I'm not stupid.

Pin-Pon looking for his wife again.

You've not seen her?

Uh.. No.

Did she get the bus?

Uh, no.

Uh, no!

I suppose you think this is funny.

Of course not, Pin-Pon.

Don't call me that.

Do you boast about having had her before me?

You're wrong.

What's wrong with you!

You jerk!

Stop it!

Stop him!

He's knocked his teeth out. Call the police!

No, can't you see, he can't help it!

Pin-Pon!

They found her.

Where is she?

In a hospital in Carpentras. Her teacher is on the telephone.

He's knocked out two of Massigne's teeth.

Teach him to keep his mouth shut.

I can't speak on the phone. I want to see you!

They've done terrible things to her.

Who have? Explain.

They won't let you see her today.

Damn! What's wrong with her?

She doesn't know who she is. She says she's Eliane Devigne.

She lives In Arrame and she's nine years old.

That's what's wrong with her.

I'll be right over.

- Go and change first. - What for?

I'll take the car.

What are you going to do?

A visitor for you, Eliane.

This gentleman knows you.

He knows your father.

He's brought you some lovely flowers.

Thank you, sir.

Eliane.

Is there anything I can bring you?

I'd like my silver heart and my glasses.

And I'd like...

What?

What would you like?

The gentleman is a good friend. He's to bring your father here.

By car.

Very soon.

Oh yes!

I'd love that.

Oh yes!

That'll be lovely.

You must leave now.

Goodbye Eliane?

Come on.

I warned you. Be sensible.

She won't be like that for ever.

It can't be.

She's only twenty. That's her greatest advantage.

I must explain.

Your wife has been mentally unbalanced for a long time.

Probably for years.

A neurosis has built up over the years.

And, this neurosis followed by some terrible emotional shocks...

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