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Juliette, or Key of Dreams

Based on the play by Georges Neveux

- You're not sleeping?
- No.

Why not?

- I'm thinking of her.
- Think of something else.

- Can't.
- There's more to life than Juliette!

- Not for me.
- Have you lost her?

- Yes.
- Has she forgotten you?

Yes. Prisoners are quickly forgotten.

Everyone forgets them.

You're hilarious.
That's what prisoners are for!

What would we do with them
if we didn't forget them?

He's sleeping. He's free.

He's calling his friends -
they might be in the country, fishing.

I never sleep; I'm always here.

You were sleeping before.
You were there.

- Where?
- Outside.

You're right; go back to sleep.
Go back there.

Is it nice?

- Where?
- Outside.

- Juliette...
- Was she pretty?

Outside... it's nice outside.

Maybe sunny.

Little girl,
what's the name of the village?

I don't know.

Excuse me, Madame,
what's the name of this village?

Excuse me, sir,
are you from these parts?

I am the notary, sir.

Could you please tell me
the name of this village?

We'd all like to know that, sir.

Have you found it?

No. It's not my fault -
I'm lost among all these numbers!

Why do you want to know
today's date so much?

It's a lovely day... no troubles...
Who wouldn't be happy?

Maybe you, but not me.

I woke up today and didn't know
what day it was - it bothers me.

Why? Nobody else here
knows just what day it is either.

I don't know why, but it bothers me.

- Hello, Madame!
- Hello.

- Have we met?
- I don't know.

- Hello, Madame.
- Hello.

So you're home at last!

You've made a mistake, Madame.

This is my first time in this village.

Excuse me - you're probably
not my husband, then.

Excuse me, sir -
are you the local constable?

What makes you think so?

Maybe you can help me;
I'm looking for someone.

A girl - her name's Juliette.

Do you recall hearing of her?

Recall? I'm not here to recall,
I'm here to make announcements.

But administratively speaking, this
could be turned into an announcement.

- What did you say her name was?
- Juliette.

I'll try to remember,
at least for the first few times.

After that, no guarantees,
but you can always tell me again.

Hear ye! We are looking
for a certain Juliette.

Anyone with information should
make themselves known at once.

- Who's looking for Juliette?
- The announcement doesn't say.

I am.

What do you want with her?

Well, I didn't expect...

She's staying at the Navigator Hotel.

No, she lives
over top of the tobacco shop.

How do you know her?

- Please.
- It's such a nice announcement.

But I can go further off.

Enough talk - give a straight answer.

I'm asking him questions!

- You've got a problem with that?
- No problem, but I don't like it.

Juliette? Juliette is my daughter!

No sir, she's my wife!

Your wife? Then you're my son-in-law!

Maybe I'm the one they're looking for.

- But your name's Marie!
- What do you know?

Juliette is a brunette!

No, Juliette is a little blonde...
with freckles!

Follow me, before a fight breaks out!

I know where Juliette is -
I'm the only one who does.

The Juliette - she's a good little ship!

You're wrong - the Juliette
isn't a boat, it's a rose!

Aren't you hot in that coat?
If I were you I'd be roasting.

What a way to behave!

I'm sorry, I spoke as if you were
one of the babies I used to nurse.

Hear ye! We are looking for a certain...

...Juliette!

That name reminds me of something.

Shut up, you old fool!

And make themselves known!

What are you doing there?

Hiding while I make the announcement?

You're the one...

- What's he like?
- Who?

- Could you be...?
- Yes, indeed.

But don't tell anyone.

He's young, isn't he?

Is his hair brown, or blonde?

Since he knows you,
you should know him too.

Maybe I've already met him;
I forget so quickly.

Now tell me, what's he like?

Come with me, and you'll find out.

- I'm afraid.
- Of him?

Not just him - of boys.

They're so rough,
and they always want to be in charge.

It's your job not to obey!

You make it sound so easy.

May I follow you from a distance?

I want to see without being seen.

No... I won't go.

Aren't you curious?

Oh yes; that's what frightens me.

We want them to stay little,
but they grow up and leave.

And what about the nurse
who fed them? They don't know.

You don't even have a childhood memory:
not a toy, nothing at all.

Will you shut up?

It's better to face reality.

Ah, but you're too late.
Why did you stay away so long?

Juliette is dead; she died in my arms.

She waited for you, called out for you...

I still remember her last words:
"If only he'd come, my beloved!"

She spoke very clearly,
right to her last breath.

- Are you sure she meant me?
- Absolutely; she told me everything.

And the other?

Other? There's never anyone else.

I was the only one at her funeral -
filling in for you.

Let's meditate here.

- It's here?
- Here... or there...

As you can see, they never
put names on the graves.

So how can anyone expect to find them?

I should know her grave, though;
I come here every day.

You mustn't expect marble;
we do things very simply here.

But I hope you approve.

You can't do that here!
It's outrageous!

It's you - go on, get out!

He's going to tell you I'm lying.

Don't listen to him!

We'll look for Juliette's
grave another time.

You can't just leave without explaining!

Let him go - I'll explain everything.

Were you lying?

Is it true, he lied?

She's alive! Will I see her?

- It's no use.
- But why did he bring me here?

- To keep me from finding her?
- He doesn't even know who Juliette is.

Any more than the others do.

But since I've arrived,
that's all they talk about!

- Arrived where?
- Here, in this village!

Do you know what this village is?

No.

Don't you understand?
You're in the Land of Lost Memories.

Lost memories? How did it happen?

It's because we've lost our memories
that we don't know how we've lost them.

Some have no memories at all;
others have a few that hover around them.

And when an outsider like you arrives,
they crowd around him...

...hoping to snatch some story
that they can imagine is their own.

- Didn't you notice?
- But I didn't tell them anything!

I just wanted information
about Juliette...

A name is enough for them.
Your Juliette immediately became theirs.

One sees her as a childhood friend,
another as a boat, a third as a grave.

How do I know you're not lying too?

Think again. I haven't
forgotten or lost everything.

Things come back to me when I play.

There are memories in my accordion,
and when I press it, they seem to emerge.

- What's your name?
- Michel.

- I won't help you find Juliette.
- Why?

Because you'll be very unhappy.

Tell me what you know.
What you claim to know. Tell me!

Not so loud! In the Land of Lost Memories
everyone listens to catch someone else's.

Why are you following him?

To make sure.

- You're the one looking for...
- Juliette? Yes!

Great! You're under arrest.

No, no! I've changed my mind -
let me out!

Please, I was mad to agree!

"I'm the one who's looking for you. "

Tell me, it's really me
he's looking for, not someone else?

A prince! How dreadful!

What's he like?
No, don't tell me. Not yet.

And how do I look? I haven't had time
to look in the mirror since yesterday.

You don't either?
But you saw me just five minutes ago!

Just my luck - about to meet a prince
and I don't know how I look.

I'm really scared.

Don't go so fast!
No, hurry - it's terrible to wait.

You haven't forgotten the way, I hope?

Don't worry, Mademoiselle;
our horse has an excellent memory.

Look, I'm not a mean guy.

I'll take off the cuffs
if you tell me everything.

How did you two meet?

It's not complicated. It was the night
before the July 14th holiday.

I was working
in a department store on Lepic Street.

I was selling streamers and Chinese
lanterns, and she came in to buy some.

We stayed together
and danced until dawn.

- What color were the lanterns?
- I don't remember.

We only had one, and we lost it
while we were dancing.

- Dancing where?
- Place du Tertre.

There were fireworks...
and two orchestras.

- When did you kiss?
- Is that any of your business?

You can't understand; it's terrible,
living with no memories.

So you grab someone else's when you can.

It goes to your head - makes you giddy.

Talk! Speak up!

- When did you kiss her?
- At dawn.

Under a street lamp
that suddenly went out.

I grabbed my chance...

Bastard! I danced once too...
and kissed.

Kissed who? I don't know.

Talk! Talk!

And after - where did you go?
Your place? A hotel?

And what about the next day?
What happened then?

Bastard!

Now that the host has arrived
it's time for our visit.

Where is he?

What an odd question!
Were you expecting someone else?

Excuse me, I'm a little surprised.

And you carry it off very well;
the way others play the piano.

I really am surprised to find myself
before... well, someone I've never met.

No. You've just forgotten.

But you promised you'd come back.

- I've been here before?
- Don't you believe me?

Recognize anything?

Why do you address me so familiarly?

Force of habit.
You used to come every day.

And every time, before leaving,
you'd admire yourself in that mirror.

That's me?

I'm much younger than you.

Does that displease you?

Yes and no.

Is it true I've been here before?

Too bad she can't answer.

I'll answer for her.

Our lips remember better than we do.

You'll see. Close your eyes,
you'll remember me better.

You hurt me! Who are you?

Is it a secret?

A state secret.

If I revealed my presence
in this chateau...

...you'd be greeted tomorrow morning
by a blast of cannonfire.

A whole army would come after me.

Would you leave?

That depends. It would have its dangers.

I've been sentenced to death
in several countries.

Oh, please tell me your name!

Enough! Don't question me.

- It's against protocol.
- I'm sorry. What should I call you?

Just "My lord. "

I'm here incognito.

Don't give me that wounded deer look.

It's not allowed here.

You have a fire? But it's sunny outside.

The sun? That's for
poor people - beggars.

Don't talk to me about the sun!

And leaves and trees, too.

Take them all down!

When you're the lady of the chateau...
I'm always marrying...

...we'll spend all our evenings here.

You'll draw my secrets
from me little by little...

You'll dream of betraying me
to my enemies.

That's how all great loves end:

...with betrayal, always.

You'll see - we'll live for each other.

And alone.

We'll never see anyone;
I have no friends anyway.

My dogs are my only friends.

- You know them too.
- Your dogs?

- No, I don't know know them.
- Yes you do.

Look!

See, I've never been here.
Your dogs don't know me.

Wait for me. I'll be right back.

Don't forget me too quickly.

I'm sorry - I was attacked.

I know. I have enemies.

A man like me always has many enemies.

Come in.

Now, the truth -
you have a letter for me?

No.

Why are you disguised as a poor man?

I'm not disguised.

You're really poor,
and you dare appear before me?

Do you know whose house this is?

Who you're speaking to?

No. I was beaten up,
so I knocked at the first door I found.

Which just happened to be mine.

How odd.

Come.

You're admiring my books.

Astonishing aren't they?
Quite a collection.

I possess all the history books
ever written.

But maybe you're uneducated.
I've read them all.

All! I read, I reread.

I consult, I decipher, I search...

I search... and I'll find!

There are marvellous adventures.

But where's mine?

Believe me, I've played
a great role in history.

Maybe a very great role.

But what? That's the question.

Was I a conqueror?
A despot? A tyrant? A saint?

Who will help me dispel these shadows?

Nobody helps me.

Your silence is suspicious.

I'm sorry. I'm a stranger here.

I arrived this morning.

You just arrived? Then you must know.

Tell me!

Is there a song about me?

Do they read about me in school?

You know me, I can tell!

Listen. I won't threaten you.

I beg you, tell me my name.

But I don't know.

You're afraid to tell me!

Tell me my name,
and I'll give you half my fortune.

That's not necessary.
I came looking for Ju...

- Who? Is it a secret?
- No, her name's Juliette.

I don't know her.

Juliette is here. I'm sure of it.

- You've locked her up.
- You're mad!

- Open that door!
- You're giving the orders now?

You think I go around
hunting girls for fun?

Juliette!

What a way to behave!

So pretty.

In the past, I must have danced
with the young folk too.

That's how I got my nickname.

I'm old now, and some of my
customers aren't young.

They take a seat
and hardly dance at all.

Then why do they come?

It's enough to have come in the past.

I pretend to remember them,
and tell them their old love stories.

They pretend to believe me,
and they're happy.

You're not shy about
admitting your trickery!

If you're from these parts,
you'll forget.

And if you're not, what do you care?

Hello! I have some good white wine today.

Hello Old Youthful!
We discovered you by accident.

- We were strolling in the forest.
- Just like you used to.

You remember us?

As if it were yesterday!

I remember you arrived
with your arms around each other...

...and a customer - an old soldier -
said "What charming youngsters!"

He said 'What charming youngsters?'

You were wearing a blue silk shawl,
and a white dress with flowers.

Well?

I'm worn out with running and searching.

When I think she's here... she just
left. I think she's there... not anymore.

Mail!

Delivering letters in the forest?

I wanted to come to the fair
like everyone else!

And there are letters for everyone.

- Your name?
- He just arrived today.

No chance of anything for you.

All these letters
were mailed 3 years ago.

You keep the mail 3 years
before delivering it?

In our town, the only letters people
look forward to are the old ones.

Mail! News 3 years old!

Are they real letters? Who knows?

I suspect he makes them up.

But the people who read them
are comforted for their lost memories.

You know where she is, don't you?

You don't want to tell me.

Are you against me?

It's because I'm not against you that
I tell you one last time to give up.

You know she's forgotten you.

Forgotten! That's all anyone says here.

- I'll tell her...
- She'll just forget again.

You're in the Land Without Memory.
The Land of the Happy.

People are happy without memories?

You want proof? You're chasing
memories and you're unhappy.

But there are good memories.

Like the two times we met.

Only twice. We were still
a bit formal with each other.

It was different with her.

Better.

Why did you stop seeing her?
What happened?

I led her to believe my family
ran the store where I worked.

I don't really know why.

Probably because she had pretty shoes,
and looked like a rich girl.

So I pretended...

I pretended to be the boss's son.

I borrowed money from the till
so I could get new shoes too.

I wanted to take her
to the seaside on Sunday.

But that Sunday - she never knew why...

...I broke our date.

I wish I could forget that Sunday!

See? They're right.
Forget - that's happiness.

What about you? Why do you play that
accordion, if it brings back memories?

I can't help it.

It's almost an addiction for me.

I knew a boy who skinned his knees
and poked at the cut.

Just like that, for fun.

In a way, I'm just the same.

Sure, there are good memories.

But later, when you're older
they don't taste as sweet.

Even those memories have to be
taken in moderation, drop by drop.

Because in spite of all,
the results aren't always visible.

Go on now, and don't come back here.

First tell me where she is.

A mad dog should be grabbed by the
scruff of the neck and then tossed out.

- So you think I'm mad.
- No, I think you're young.

Juliette!

Am I Juliette?

Yes.

I'm Michel. Don't you know me?

Michel! My love!

I've found you at last!

I was so afraid I'd lost you.

That you'd gone away forever.

Me, gone away?

If you'd gone, what would I have done?

What would have become of me?

You're here - let me look at you.

How awful - I don't know
anything about you.

I don't know what you
look like when you laugh.

When you speak.

When you frown.

Even when you say "Hello".

Hello.

You say "Hello" the way
others say "I love you. "

I love you.

- And you?
- Me?

Hello.

It's true - you really can
die of happiness!

Come one and all! I read palms!

Not the future, but the past!

Five francs for a short consultation,
complete with details.

Everything that happened to you
since birth:

Events, joys, past loves...

The past is written
in the lines of the hand!

- Want to?
- Are you crazy?

The past is dead
and buried, fortunately.

Just for laughs.

Here - tell me what you see.

I see... not much.

I see weariness... sweat... pain...

...depression... fever...

Hospital... prison...

- That's no fun!
- I tell what I see.

Is that all? What about friends?

What? They're there...

What about girls? I know
there are girls, lots of them!

Sorry, I don't see any.

So no friends, no girls, no happy life -
isn't there anything?

I relate what I see:
much pain and suffering.

- I told you! Come on, let's dance.
- No.

- Come on, it'll be better, you'll see.
- Leave me alone.

Music! Music!

I want to take your hand...
look into your eyes...

Touch your lips...

Here you are with me,
and I'm young and alive.

I can hardly believe
such happiness is real.

- Days and weeks...
- Don't speak of it, I beg you.

You're here, and I'm here...

...and no one can keep this moment
from being ours.

- Juliette, I must tell you...
- No.

Memories later... and we'll have
the loveliest in the world.

What a life!
What adventures we've shared!

You'll help me remember, won't you?

You'll tell me what we did yesterday,
the day before...

...all the other days since
we fell in love. Since we met.

But I wasn't here yesterday,
or the day before.

I just arrived today.

You've already made up a
separation? You delight in hurting me!

Hurt... you?

Then why do you make up this separation?

Take it back, and tell me again
that we've never parted.

Tonight will be our first night together.

Oh no! You'll tell me
about our first night.

It'll be so beautiful, told by you.

Memories for sale! Memories for sale!

Who wants memories?

I have photographs, yellow with age...
locks of hair, all colors...

Old lockets, engraved with initials...

And lots of other things...
just take a look.

- Would you like a locket?
- No, a postcard. That one.

Look at the woman in the middle -
she looks like me.

Hello, folks, what can I do for you?

I have photographs, yellow with age...
locks of hair, all colors...

- The photo album!
- We don't need it.

Italy, Spain, Egypt!

Have we ever been
in Italy or Spain, Michel?

We haven't been anywhere yet!

What do you mean? We were in Spain -
here are the photos we took.

Look - the cathedral of Toledo...
here I am.

You can't see my face, it's in shadow.

And the great plaza in Seville,
where we strolled.

The gardens where I waited for you.

Look, the little hotel
where we stayed 4 nights.

See our window?
It looked out on this little street...

...and there was
a big florist's shop opposite.

- Come on now...
- Here's our first boat trip.

Look at the river...

The branches were so low, you
were afraid we'd get tangled in them.

And the little museum we visited -
you said you hated museums.

The old gate we stopped at...

It was busy,
and the picture's all blurry.

The shawl I wore in Seville!

You liked it so much; when it was chilly
at night I covered us both with it.

You said I looked quite different
when I wore a shawl.

This is how I looked - remember?

No more silly fantasies -
I want the truth.

Real memories, not what you imagined -
what really happened.

I don't have just travel souvenirs -
I have more personal memories.

This one's especially interesting.

- It's an old hatpin.
- Yes, but no ordinary one!

One night, in a fit of jealousy,
Madame stabbed you in the chest with it.

You'd forgive her later.

Here's the same model, but with
bloodstains - much more expensive.

A shoe stolen from the hotel room
of an unrequited love.

A handkerchief
still damp with tears - feel it.

Another one - a farewell handkerchief.

Only used once at a railway station,
during a final parting.

A faint odor of tobacco... unforgettable!

A very popular item.

No thanks - we don't want anything.
What we have is better.

Maybe next time - you never know.

Then tell me the reality,
since it's so much better.

The last time we had a date
it was to go to the seaside.

I'd never seen the ocean.

The idea of going with you,
going in the water with you...

...stretching out on the sand
next you - it made me giddy.

It was like I had sunstroke
before even going.

You talk as if we didn't go!

- We didn't.
- Why?

Someone took some money from the till.

I had to stay at the store
while we searched.

- Did they find the thief?
- Yes, it was the clerk.

He was so happy that morning...
He felt that nothing mattered.

When they took him away,
I went along to the police station too.

I passed the corner we were supposed
to meet - you were gone.

I never saw you again.

- And then?
- That's all. Nearly all.

So you have nothing else to tell
but this trip that never happened?

But it's the truth.

The truth... I want to have been
to Spain with you.

To have wept together,
to have been happy and unhappy together.

To have done all sorts of things!

Please, I beg you - at least say
that we were in Spain, just for one day!

Just to make me happy.

Whatever you say - we were in Spain.

We did lots of things together.

And just so you'll love me,
I'll go get the shawl you wore there.

Come on, follow the trail!

Follow the trail!

I find you at last.

Don't try to deny it,
my dogs recognized you.

They're never wrong;
you're the one I'm looking for.

Perhaps, but you're not the one
I'm waiting for.

The one I'm waiting for will come
back - he should be here any minute.

I'm waiting for my memories too;
he's going to tell them to me.

I can tell memories too.

- Yours, maybe.
- Yours too.

Really?

I have so much to learn -
everything he hasn't told me yet.

The first time he saw me...
the first time he spoke to me...

Excuse me -
your memories are only of me.

- You?
- Only me.

As for him, kindly forget him,
as soon as possible.

Forget him? Never!

Rather than forget his face...

I'd prefer never to see again.

How terrible - the further away he goes,
the more he fades away.

Like an eraser over a blackboard.

I don't want to! I don't want to!

My love, don't desert me!

How awful - I can't remember his name.

If only he'd speak to me, smile at me,
at least once, before disappearing!

It's over.

There's nothing left.

Nothing.

- Too bad.
- Why do you say that?

I don't know.

But my heart feels
as if it were breaking.

Why would it be breaking?

- Since I'm here.
- Yes, you're here.

And we'll finally find our memories.

All our memories.

They await us
in the cupboards of the chateau.

Juliette, what's happening?

Are you angry
because I was away so long?

- No sir, I'm not angry.
- You let this shabby tramp address you?

You look at me as if I were a stranger.

- But remember...
- Onward! What are you waiting for?

Try to remember!

It's me, Michel!

Juliette! I love you!

A charming young man.

And instead, sometimes you'd crave
darkness and humiliation.

You followed the great procession
of White Penitents in Seville...

...surrounded by torches
and funeral dirges.

That's where I found you.

You're brave - during a wild boar hunt,
you mastered a rearing horse.

Yet one night at a ball in Naples
you trembled with fear...

...because a mouse ran up the wall!

In every city you were different -
almost somebody else.

I always thought I'd travelled,
but I never knew you'd followed me.

And abducted you!

Six times!

You're in the Chamber of Six Memories.

Here are the 6 apparations
of yourself you left me.

But if I escaped from you,
that means I didn't love you?

On the contrary, you were only happy
when I pursued you.

You arranged every time
that I'd know just where to find you.

- It was a game, then!
- A game I adored.

Which maddened me;
I'd set my hounds after you.

I'd hunt you down
and carry you off again.

And today? How did you capture me?
Where was I? With whom?

- Tell me!
- No... tonight.

That will be wonderful.
And tonight while you wait for me...

Tonight you won't escape.

- But what about the game?
- It'll be over.

- But you'll find me tomorrow...
- I said no!

We'll see.

I forbid you to smile
while looking at me.

There a secret mockery in a woman's
smile that I will not tolerate!

Be careful;
when I'm angry I'm capable of...

Don't worry; I'm the soul of gentleness.

I loathe bad temper,
I'd never hurt anyone, even a dog.

I'll serve and obey you if necessary...

On condition that you never
smile mockingly at me again.

I'm not mocking you.
I'm smiling because I'm curious.

I'd like you to open the seventh door.

- Really?
- I warn you, I'll escape tonight.

If you open that door,
you can never escape ever again.

Why?

What's in there?

Can't you guess?

Careful - it might not be
like the others.

A locked door can be a terrible thing.

You really want me to open it?

- You really insist?
- Please, hurry!

Yes see, I obey completely.

It's marvellous!

For me?

We followed you without complaining, but
we want to know what this is all about.

There's blood on this dress!

This one too! All over the bodice!

Count the doors.

There are seven.

The seventh is empty.

Now I know whose house this is.

My friends, I've decided to marry -
to choose a wife.

And naturally,
I chose the most beautiful.

Permit your humble servant to place
the wedding ring on your finger.

Stop! This is impossible.

The marriage cannot take place.

And why not?

No, no, let him speak.

Every feast has its clown.

Well then, clown, answer me.

Yes, speak.

Juliette.

My name is Juliette?

Why not? It's a charming name.

Alright then, my wife's name is Juliette.

Happy now, clown?

- Are you happy?
- Juliette, you're in danger!

Do you know who this is?

Let me speak!

- Make them be quiet!
- No, you be quiet!

- You saw what I saw...
- That's enough!

You're disrupting a wedding.

Isn't there one of you who'll say what
you saw in the Chamber of Doors?

Remember! The rings!

The dresses stained with blood!

What a storyteller!

This man is a criminal!

It's Bluebeard!

What did he say?

Bluebeard?

It's a very pretty name.

And it suits you so well.

Really? Very well then, I agree.

I will be Bluebeard!

Now away with the clown.

My friends, I invite you
to the wedding of Bluebeard and...

Juliette, don't do it, you can't!

What passed between us will always be.

You might not see it,
but it can't be erased.

Nobody can erase it.

The clown goes too far.

Don't listen to him! Look at me.

Just me, nothing but me,
and remember, in the forest...

When I took you in my arms...

- What insolence!
- You're always talking!

I'm lodging a complaint
against this man!

Stop him from talking! Seize him!

Wait!

- Yes, I think I know him.
- Take him away!

Throw him in jail;
we'll judge him and sentence him!

Give me a minute, just a minute.

Just time for her to recognize me.

Juliette, you can't have
forgotten everything.

Remember, the day
you came into the store...

...to buy streamers
and Chinese lanterns...

The streamers...

And when I went with you, and we
danced till dawn, at the Place du Terte.

Place du Tertre...

I have to tell you everything;
I stole for you!

That's why I couldn't meet you
that last night.

You didn't know; I'm not ashamed
now that you're here.

I'll admit it out loud to everyone.

Can you hear me?

Can you understand me?

I went to prison because of you!

Day is coming, Juliette.

Every night... every night...

I don't care
that you didn't know me right away.

Just tell me that you love me...
Me, and not another.

Every night will be the first time...

A shock to find yourself here, eh?

That always happens at the beginning.

The nights are great; I love them...

I go to sleep to wake up somewhere else.

Anywhere, just somewhere else.

But it's hopeless;
you always find yourself here.

Cops! Hear them? They don't have to
dream of waking up somewhere else.

Number 221, to the Clerk's Office.

And move it!
We're not dancing attendance on you.

Michel Grandier.

You are accused of taking 12,000 francs
from the store where you worked.

Would you like me to read the clause in
the Criminal Code covering this offense?

I've already heard it.

You're not a very interesting person...

...but it turns out you're very lucky.

Your employer, Mr. Belanger,
has agreed to drop the charges.

You appear to have misinterpreted
the orders he gave you.

So the charge has been vacated.

Ask M. Belanger to come in.

I've asked you to come here to sign
the withdrawal of your charges...

...unless you've changed your mind.

A promise is a promise.

We probably differ on a lot of things...

...but if I were in your place,
I'd thank M. Belanger.

I know he's your boss,
but it wouldn't hurt.

Forget it; this boy would choke
on the words "Thank you. "

Anyway, it's not me he should thank,
it's Mademoiselle Juliette.

If it were up to me...

Juliette! You know Juliette?

Yes, she came to me,
asking me to intercede for you.

She explained your childish motive
for this... regrettable gesture.

The famous seaside trip.

She told you?

She told us everything.

We've been young ourselves,
and hopelessly in love.

But we didn't rob cash registers!

Times have changed.

When is the wedding?

You must think me
an incurable romantic.

At my age, and widowed twice...

It's never too late to find happiness.

- And the age difference isn't so great.
- Perhaps.

Obviously, a lowly clerk can't give
a girl the security in life she needs.

Good day, Judge.

- Who's there?
- It's me.

What are you doing here?

You know?

I know.

It wasn't possible - don't be unhappy.

I wouldn't want you to be unhappy.

I'm not.

Naturally, men...
it's harder for me than it is for you.

Look, you don't make
enough to support yourself.

We never could have...

Anyway, you'll find someone else.

I already have.

You see?

What's she like? Dark-haired?

Blonde, like you.

- And her eyes?
- Hazel...

...like yours.

Is she prettier than me?

Maybe.

You're sure she'll never hurt you?

Not her... never.

Goodbye, Juliette.

Don't go!

Keep out
DANGER

My love!

Finally I've found you!

I was so afraid I'd lost you.

That you'd gone away forever.

If you'd gone, what would I have done?

What would have become of me?