All language subtitles for To Die of Love

Subtitling by Djilik
Editing by Badge

All characters in this film are fictitious, any
similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidence.

TO DIE OF LOVE

Thérèse !

It didn't begin the way people said.

She didn't come in and say:
"My name is this, I live there".

You thought she was a new student?

Yes.

We only noticed she was the teacher
when she took her seat.

My name is Guénot.
I'm your French and Latin teacher.

Sit down.

Did she say anything else in particular?

No. I think we made her a bit afraid of us.

Because it was her first class.
Then she asked us to do a writing session.

- In order to avoid talking?
- I think so, yes.

I remember that when we started writing,
she sat down in the background.

FREEDOM IS A STATE OF MIND.

Is that true that she used to take
you to the coffee shop after class?

- Not at the beginning.
- When, then?

This was at the end of the quarter.
We just chatted.

- I think we've talked about money since 6th grade.
- There are more important things, yes?

- What? Women?
- No.

How much do you earn? As much as a foreman?

It's none of your business!

Yes, about the same....

- Then, what is most important?
- How to learn to speak the truth.

That's true

And what's preventing you?

Well, everyone.

What do you mean by that?

I never dare to say that
I admire King Louis XIV, for example.

You should.

And when was that?

This was a Saturday evening.

At this time, my parents had nothing to say against her.

When we were going out in the evening,
as we moved early in the morning,

she let us sleep at her home.

With your sister?

With Sylvie, yes.

LIFE IS LOVE.

HAPPINESS IS A NEW IDEA.

Dinner!

Patrick? Marc?

- Are they coming with us tomorrow?
- No, they'll see their father.

- When's Daddy coming to take us out?
- Soon.

- After dinner?
- Yes.

Have a seat.

- Can it keep playing?
- If you want...

We're not allowed to when
we're having dinner at home.

This was during Christmas break.
We had one week off.

Did she take all the class?

No, always the same : Jean-Luc, Thérèse, Marc....

But here, I was the teacher...

EAT SOME CHICKEN.

Did she regard you more
than the others, during this time?

I don't think so.

But there was a moment
when you became closer?

- Yes, it was at this exact moment.
- When your father put Lenin in the shop window?

Yes, in May.

She was picking you up?

The buses were on strike,
so she came every morning.

We were going to school together.

What leaflets has she got?

My father was making these ones.

Who's the guy on the right,
with the glasses?

This one was a piece of work!

An English teacher.
We nicknamed him "Isn't?"

GUÉNOT WITH US! GUÉNOT WITH US!

TO THE CITY HALL! TO THE CITY HALL!

FREE SPEECH! FREE SPEECH!

- Can I come with you?
- Sure.

WE ARE THE FUTURE! WE ARE THE FUTURE!

- Do you remember that scene?
- What scene?

- The hand.
- Yes.

Discreet, isn't she?

Gérard's not in?

Is he sick?

- Gérard's not coming down.
- I don't understand.

You don't understand?
It's not that difficult.

- Tell me, then.
- Do I have to make myself clear?

- Yes, always.
- It's simple: leave my son alone.

Could you please explain the reason why?

This is it! The leaflets!

Hello... The unions agree.
Everybody's waiting for you.

I'm ready, here we are. Have a look.

Do you know, that in France
nowadays everybody talks?

You look wound up.

- It's your fault.
- And that woman's.

Who's controlling your freedom.

Don't you think I can take
care of my own freedom?

UNITY! WORKERS! STUDENTS!

UNITY!

That's it!

Unity! Unity!

It's my fault.

I should just keep my
thoughts to myself.

No, Gérard.
When you hide, you avoid questions.

Questioning is good.

- Mum ? Can I take it?
- Of course, sweetheart.

Your father reminded me of some things I forgot.

My age: almost twice yours.

My age, your age? So what?

Look at yourself.

Look at me.

It's not because of my father...

You were just the same age last week.

You think so?

- We'll have to be careful now.
- No.

We'll see your parents, and say:

"Here we are.
We're in love with each other."

"Please help us find a solution."

- Are you kidding?
- No, I mean it.

But they'll never go for that.
They won't understand!

- Then we'll wait.
- For what?

Wait for them to understand.

What do we do in the meantime?

Nothing.

We won't see each other?

No, Gérard.

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

- I told you not to come.
- I haven't seen you for three days.

- Open up!
- Don't be childish.

- Open it!
- No.

Are you mad?

Come in.

- Don't forget, Roger, you're the elder one.
- No, madam, I won't forget.

- You watch for him.
- He's sick?

- No, don't worry.
- A bit nuts, from time to time.

Oh yeah ?

Epileptic, no big deal.

- What ?
- He's talking rubbish.

Come on, elder! Straight ahead.

Your parents look satisfied...

They thought I wasn't seeing Danièle anymore.

- Who's the guy ?
- Some friend I drummed up for holidays.

Let me do it.

- We won't get anywhere this way.
- Don't worry.

Are you crazy?

Sorry, madam, we gave you
the wrong idea. Thanks.

Those little cars don't hold the road.

This holds the road!

- We're heading south.
- Hop in!

Great! Go ahead.

- You're not very chatty.
- Not much to say.

- What do you do?
- Who, me?

No, you.

Same as him.

Which means...?

We're in the same class.

Oh, is that so?

We're in the same class,
but not the same school.

Kiss me.

We won't keep you in the dark:
We know each other.

Genoa, Portofino, Firenze....

Roma...

These were awful holidays.

- Because of Roger...
- Did he sulk ?

Yes, he wanted to go back to his mother's.

Danièle told him a lot, this day...

We finally put him on the train, it was great !

We were so happy...

I think I'll have stuff to tell you tomorrow.

I'll deserve it, I guess.

You could get up.

- Tell me!
- I have nothing to say.

You lied to us, and have nothing to say?

What makes you more upset?
Being on holidays with her?

Or that she brought me to your door?

I don't care about her inciting you!

The thing is that you lied!

And she encouraged you to lie!

You forced me to lie!

If I told you I was going on holiday with
her, would you let me go? No!

Then, what do you prefer?
That I live and sleep like a log, at your place?

Or that I live and talk just like before?

I want things just like before, sure.

I want her to stop chasing you.

And if I was chasing her, huh?

You fool...Don't you see that bitch
has been playing with you for months?

Call her a bitch, and I'm going!

If you leave, I'll get her in trouble.
You can warn her.

- There are laws in France!
- No kidding?

There's a chance that your buddies carrying out
the revolution might put your laws in their place!

If not, you would be in deep shit.

Revolution has nothing to do
with your sordid affairs!

Don't get confused between a personal crisis
and a real crisis that creates real revolutions!

Freedom is not your license.

You give your story an unexpected dimension.

Your revolution's in the bedroom!

He's going to win!
Don't let him go faster!

Did the kids leave you in peace?

Completely.

- Is that all for me ?
- Yes.

- Is it hard enough?
- Great !

- And this too?
- Yes.

I hope it's not too tight.

- Looks OK.
- Can I try it now?

Sure.

You know, when you come back, I thought we
could go to school together tomorrow.

I'll be back in a minute.

What's wrong ?

Be aware, madam, that the intelligence and
quality of your work is respected here.

Isn't it?

The job you're expecting at the college
would probably be yours...

Wouldn't it? But....

...it would be a shame
if your career was...

Damaged?

... compromised because of your personal life.

Wouldn't it ?

You would get the job, most probably,

- ...depending on the condition that...
- Go on.

...you let go of Gérard.

I haven't taken him, sir!

Gérard left his home,
without asking me at all.

When he came, I wasn't expecting him.

I didn't turn him away, that's true,
but I haven't taken him either!

Don't be upset, Madam, it's not so easy for me.

I'm trying to be an intermediate, after all....

And you do it very well, sir.

And in order to prove I have
no intent to withhold Gérard,

I mean to get from him a promise
that he'll return to his parents.

Very well, madam, I trust you completely.

- I'll take him back this evening myself.
- You don't have to do that.

Yes, I will. On the condition he
listens to what I have to say.

I'll pass that on, madam.

- You'll come with us?
- Is this necessary?

Absolutely. Please come at 8.00 pm.

- Agreed?
- Agreed, madam.

- Are you coming, then?
- Are you?

No. She stays here.

If she stays, so do I!

Get out of the car, and come in. Now!

You're killing your mother!
Do you understand ?

If she's not coming, neither am I!

Heartless!

Let's go.

- Come with me, Gérard.
- Not alone.

Your mother's asking.

You see ? It's because
of you he refuses to come back!

You like destroying him.
You destroy everything !

Let her come up, and we'll talk.

- No!
- Gérard? Gérard!

Leave this witch!
Don't you see what she's doing to you?

Enough. Let's go.

Don't you see you refuse to let him go?

If you don't get out....

- Gérard!
- You, stop it!

If you don't get out,
I'll kick you out of school!

The kids were very well behaved.

- See you tomorrow, Mrs Sandrine.
- See you tomorrow.

They'll probably come back.

See how much I'm shaking.

I've never seen so much hate.

You can't stay here.

- Gérard, I don't know what to do.
- We shouldn't give up.

No, no.

Listen...

It's your father.

Don't go.

Mum!

Why don't you open the door?

It's nothing, Patrick. Don't worry about it.

OK, when you finish your dirty work,
I'll come back. See you later.

Until now, Madam, I've turned a blind eye.

I let you apply your methods:
debate at coffee shops, trips on Sunday.

Meetings at your place...

I've omitted to remind you that you
are in a position of public authority.

This means that authority is part of your mission.

Up to now, you've been taking advantage of this authority.

And now, you've abused it.

You don't hesitate to house one of your students.

I won't stand for it.

You have to leave, madam.

You have to ask for a transfer.

I'll do no such thing.

Take action against me, if you dare.

My private life is nobody's business,
and doesn't bother anyone.

I have excellent results,
and my students are not scandalized.

- What about their parents?
- Their parents neither.

- You think so?
- Yes.

You're wrong, madam.

In fact, this is a petition signed
by your students' parents.

They've asked me to do something,
in order to stop this scandal.

Do you hear me? The scandal.
And I will stop it!

I'll stop it!

Who's there?

- Mrs Guenot.
- Are you sick?

No. Just dizzy.

Don't move! I'll be back in a minute.

Madeleine!

What's happening? What's wrong?

Nothing. A piledriver again.

Is it because everybody's getting at you?

Yes... I can't stand it anymore...

Sit down.

As Mrs Guenot asked for
leave due to health reasons,

I'm your new French and Latin teacher.

Open your History of Literature book at page 335.

Le Guen: I can't let you in.

Why not?
- Instructions from the headmaster. You're suspended.

I'll leave this here.

- Why ?
- My father will come and get it.

You're so good looking!

Well, it was this or nothing.

My father didn't let me go out.
So I said I was going to the sports ground.

- Did your father sign the petition?
- Of course!

- You know, orders...
- I'm lucky, mine don't bother.

See? You wouldn't have any trouble with me.

You know, only half the parents signed.

- I counted them.
- This is my father's idea, right?

Yes, he came to my place.

- Same for you?
- No, he just called.

Go to the bedroom, I'll answer it.

Madam. I want to see Mr Gérard Le Guen.

- What for?
- It only concerns him.

I'm a social worker.

I'm here.

- That's you?
- Yes.

Would you allow me?

"Life is love". That's funny...

Am I interrupting?

So you spend all day listening to Bach,
looking in each other's eyes?

Stop that, please!

Thank you.

You do realise, I suppose, that
this situation can't continue.

Legally you're a minor. I'll
have to bring you before the judge,

in order to find the best possible solution.

And if I don't like that solution?

Well, we'll find another one.

Are you coming?

I'll be downstairs in a few minutes.

Five minutes. That's all.

- I won't do it.
- You can't refuse.

- Why not ?
- Because you have to stay in school.

It's not my fault if I'm kicked out!

The headmaster had no reason to kick me out:
so he should take me back!

Your father won't accept it.
He removed you because he wanted us separated.

I don't want this.

Halloween is in one month.
I'll come and see you.

- And if I'm too far away?
- I'll come in any case.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

I'll leave her to you.

Rouen is here. You're going there.

- Do you like mountains?
- I love them.

Who's that?

I never knew, but I think I was tricked.

I saw many judges, later on.
This guy couldn't be a real one.

- So who was he?
- Probably one of my father's friends.

- Oville?
- Present!

- Abriand?
- Present!

- Bertrand?
- Present!

Laugier?

- Carpente?
- Present!

- Carron?
- Yeah!

- How long without a letter?
- Five weeks.

- But you could write to her?
- Me, yes. I managed it.

- This was on Halloween?
- Yes.

- What's wrong?
- You look troubled.

Let me hold you.

I missed you, too.

I didn't get any of your letters.
They took them!

I'm going nuts in there!

Completely nuts! I'm fed up with it!

You don't smile for me anymore?

- Where have you booked?
- In a huge coffee shop.

- Shall we go now?
- Yes.

- Your IDs, please.
- What's the problem?

Your ID.

- Follow us to the station.
- Why?

You'll know when you get there.

Your guardian has been informed.
He'll come to get you.

- What's the story with him?
- He's your father's representative here.

What a mess...

- My father's going to be so pleased to hear this.
- I'm ashamed.

You shouldn't be. He should be.

And him, too!

Well, madam, distance doesn't stop you.

- You chased Gérard all the way down here...
- Enough!

- What do you want?
- I want your father's will to be respected!

- You're not supposed to meet Mrs Guenot.
- Well, let me tell you something.

I agreed to be in this lodging school only because
Mrs Guenot promised to visit sometimes.

- That's not my concern.
- Yes it is!

Because from now on, I won't play this game!

If you won't let me meet her,

- Then I won't stay in your fucking school!
- You have to stay!

- It's your father's will!
- Oh, my father's will!

I don't care about your insolence.
You're staying put.

- Madam, if you have any influence....
- You insulted her two minutes ago !

Don't you ask her for help now!

Let's conclude all of this:

You go back to school, or I ask the police
to take you back to your father's.

Stay until Christmas, please.

OK, then.

Don't come back tonight.
Try to get some sleep.

You too.

See you soon.

- How long did you put up with it?
- Ten days.

- What's this place, a quarry?
- Yes, it's near Rouen.

Jean-Luc found it for me. It's lucky,

because in Normandy there's no place to hide.
There are people living everywhere.

- It's okay to stay here?
- As long as you want.

The whole place is abandoned.

- Look, there's a stove as well.
- You think I can make a fire ?

Of course, I told you it's abandoned.

- Are you missing anything?
- Well, a blanket.

- OK, have you got any matches?
- Yes.

And some soap would be great.

- Do you think the cops will look for you?
- Well, I don't know.

And anyway, I don't give a damn!

Don't drink the water, it's no good.

- Try to let Danièle know, right?
- OK. I'll get a blanket.

Hey! Two if you could...

Thank you, Jean-Luc.

- What do you prefer? Yellow or blue?
- The blue.

You're mad...

Blue it is.

You'll make some drapes, huh?

Yes....You're absolutely crazy.

Crazy? No.... I'm happy.

Aren't you?

- Yes. But I can't forget about the police.
- What police?

Please forgive me.

What's that ?

A cat.

I've getting stupid. Completely idiotic.

I have a strange feeling, like being watched.

Not me.

You know, I can't live in a hiding place.

- I need the sunlight.
- Aren't you OK here?

- Please promise me one thing.
- What ?

That I'll never come back here.

We'll go to a restaurant,
next time, if you want.

...this is the reason why I put in your hands
this lawsuit against Mrs Danièle Guénot,

asking to apply chapter 354 of the penal code,
the offence of coercion of a minor.

Signed by: René le Guen.

Sir, Madam. A private area?

- No, an open one.
- Is this one OK for you?

Yes.

- Did you know that your father had a lawsuit ?
- No, of course not.

- Are you OK like this?
- Yes.

It's exposed. Don't you feel like
you're being followed?

- No, I feel fine. There are people.
- People?

Yes, people that seem to approve we're together.
That's the way I like to live:

In front of everyone.

Pour me some wine.

More!

More!

There is a scene in a book:
an old knight fills his wife's glass.

And because she infuriates him,
he pours, and pours, and pours...

The nice white tablecloth is stained with wine.

Isn't that beautiful?

- Do I infuriate you?
- You ? No...

But the life they make us live, yes.

It's so easy to be under the sun.

Gérard!

The cops are looking for you!

The cops are looking for you...

It depends on you madam,
if our meeting ends quickly.

- Where is Gérard?
- I don't know.

- Would you know if you wanted to?
- No.

- I can't believe that.
- But it's true.

When I understood he was pursued,
I made him aware.

- I don't know where he's gone.
- Do you know how old he is?

- You've seen him?
- What a question...

I don't need to see him,
in order to know he is a minor.

For me he's a man. Young. I love him.

- I respect your love.
- Really ?

I don't blame you loving Gérard.
I blame you for enrapturing him.

- That's gratifying.
- Strike that.

I blame you for enticing
him away from his parents.

To act as their substitute
during his daily life.

To disturb their mission,
while always staying in touch.

No! Gérard would never have gone to Chamonix
if I hadn't promised to visit him.

- You didn't have to promise anything!
- Why not?

Because it's not your affair!

- And if he hadn't gone to Chamonix?
- That's his parent's issue, not yours.

- You don't get it?
- No.

-That's also why you shouldn't have gone to Chamonix.
- But I had to! I promised!

No! You shouldn't commit yourself
to a pledge you have no right to do!

- You're talking nonsense!
- Strike that.

I think the May demonstrations drove you mad...

There it is...

In May, all kids thought they were men.
But the law remained the law.

That's possible... The law

I have my own code for people I love.

That's too bad for you. Strike that.

Before he met you, did Gérard have any...

...sexual experience?

- That's none of your business!
- You don't want to answer?

No!

I thought you liked the truth!

I like it too much to tell it to just anybody!

Are you losing control?
You need to calm down!

Moderate your questions.
I'll be quiet.

Don't you forget you're divorced.

You could lose custody of your children.

Based on what?

Based on the law, if because of your behaviour,
you're unworthy to keep your maternal rights.

Do what you like with me,
but leave my kids alone!

Calm down, huh?

- Once more, tell me where Gérard is.
- I don't know!

Very well...

- Who's taking care of your children, while you're away?
- The maid.

Can she take full care of them
for long periods?

I don't know, maybe...

In case I have to put you under arrest,

would you prefer the public
assistance to take care of them?

- Am I under arrest?
- Answer my question!

No! I don't prefer public assistance.

This morning you went into a bar.
You called the railway station....

- ...and you asked for the train schedule to Paris.
- No

- You're lying! Gérard is in Paris!
- But I don't know where he is!

I don't know ! I don't know where Gérard is!

FREEDOM, I WRITE YOUR NAME.

If you don't mind...

Show me what's in these drawers.

Empty it, please.

The other ones.

- Where are Gérard's letters?
- I don't have them.

- Only the latest ones.
- I don't have them.

Come with me.

No one ever took any dope in here.

Open this desk.

Look for yourself.

- You lied to me!
- Yes! Snoop around, take it, leave me alone!

But these aren't the latest!

Where are Gérard's latest letters ?

Tell me where he is.

Where is Gérard ?

Don't cry, Danièle,
you know you have to be brave.

- Do you want me to tell your parents?
- No, we shouldn't worry them.

Just tell my husband.
And tell the kids I'll come back soon.

- Be strong.
- Thanks.

Put your fingers flat.

One after the other.

The thumb.

Ah, much better this way!

- Dear, you've lost too much weight!
- It's because of Alfred's diet!

- You walk too much!
- Like a trainer, yeah!

Your stuff in the closet, others there.

Your bunk up there.

You going to stand there all night?

Go to bed.

- Up there.
- You need some help?

You, leave it!

Give it here.

And go up top.

Come on, up!

He was top of the class!
She wanted to reward him!

She must have taken some
good rewards in the ass!

She taught him everything she knows.

She should send him to me!
I like fresh meat!

So what ?
Are you coming? Hurry up!

Yes, one moment, I'm coming.

- I'm leaving
- Wait for me...

Hello?

Where are you?

Naturally.

- I'm leaving!
- Mother, please...

Yes?

In court. In quarter of an hour.

- What is it?
- I'm Gérard Le Guen.

Ah, it's you....come in.

Do you promise to release Danièle
if I come back home?

- I promise.
- Will she be released today?

- Impossible.
- Tomorrow?

The day after tomorrow.

When juvenile court will assign a judge in charge
of managing the issue with your family.

The juvenile court?

You are underage, sir.

My son is mad! Bewitched! Completely!

What do you expect to do?
Send him to a mental hospital ?

I just want him to be cured of this.

Even against his will, if he refuses.

So, it seems that you're bewitched? Mad?

I don't think so.

- Does he have a job right now?
- No. He does nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

But my father kicked me out of high school!

- Do you want to go back to your studies?
- Of course.

What would be your solution?

A downtown apartment?

Why not a flat or a villa on the Riviera?

No, there should be some kind of....I don't know...

...some kind of rehabilitation centre?

As you're not crazy, the best thing
would be to agree to prove it.

How do I do that?

Draw a tree.

- Any kind of tree?
- Except a fir.

And what do you see, there?

A guy trying to escape through the window.

Unless he wants to come in,
which is the opposite.

- Is it annoying to ignore it?
- No.

Forward, forward !

- What are you here for?
- To prove I'm not nuts.

- Who are you proving it to?
- My folks.

- God damn...
- What about you?

Rape, reoffending and carjacking.

- What about you?
- Well? Talk !

- He did a taxi driver.
- He killed him?

- No, but almost. He was old.
- I've got to go see my therapist.

- Your therapist?
- Yes, they gave me a shrink.

- What did he say to you?
- That I shouldn't worry.

He'd almost finished his report.
I wasn't sick, after all.

Good luck.

- Gérard le Guen?
- Yes?

We've come to collect you.

- Mister Le Guen.
- Mister Le Guen?

It won't be long.
You only have to rest a bit.

What is this place?
A looney bin, huh?

- We have sick people, and some that just need rest.
- But I'm not tired!

I'm not sick !
I shouldn't be here.

The shrink said I'm absolutely normal.

- That's not Dr Labourasse's opinion.
- I've never met Dr Labourasse.

That's possible. But Dr Labourasse
probably met your father.

- His report mentions your family.
- Yes, but what about me?

He never studied me!
And I'm the one locked up!

I don't count for anything! I'm no one!

- This isn't fair!
- Room 19.

- What's this?
- Medicine.

- Why don't you take it?
- I'm not sick!

Me neither!

Mr Le Guen, you should understand
that by refusing your medication,

you're justifying those who
accuse you of illness!

On the contrary,
if you accept the treatment,

everything will be fine.

Swallow.

Blueberry hospital?

I would like some information
about Mr Gérard Le Guen.

Le Guen, yes.

Well, excuse me.

...but I'm sure he was
brought by two interns.

Unknown.

There's one more left: Saint Agathe.

Hello? Who?
Mr Le Guen? Gérard Le Guen.

We have nobody of that name.

Two days later,
it was true what that girl said.

- How did you escape from your room?
- Through the door.

The nurse forgot to lock it.
She was a substitute. Very cool.

Darling.

- What have they done to you?
- I'm doped up...

Come in!

Bastards...

- Where were you?
- In Saint Agathe.

You know...rest, treatment...shots...

- Bastards...I called Saint Agathe.
- I bet.

- Tell me about prison.
- No, tomorrow.

- It's over with now.
- Was it awful?

Yes, awful...

- Are you thirsty?
- Yes.

I feel like I'm going to keep
throwing up all my life.

- Where are the kids?
- In the mountains.

Shit, that's right, it's Christmas!

Yes...

It's Christmas...

- I feel dizzy...
- Don't move.

Come close to me...

It's you...it's you!

- I thought it would never happen again...
- It's you, too...

- Without the evil things they do to us...
- Shush.

- ...we would be happy.

Happy....

- You know I can't stay here.
- We can leave right now, any place.

- To the hut?
- Wherever you want.

I'll get dressed.

René? Your son's at my place.

I didn't want to stay at Danièle's.

But not any place outside either.

I was too tired.
So I went to one of my parents' friend's.

Take it easy. He ran away because
he'd had enough of that medicine.

Medicine? He's under treatment,
do you understand what that means?

Are you a shrink?

I'm not a shrink, but I can tell you he's normal.

Listen René, tomorrow we're going
to the mountains with the kids.

Why don't you let him join us?

No. His sister isn't going,
There's no reason for him to go.

He doesn't deserve it.

- So, what do we do?
- He should visit his grandfather in Saint Malo.

You want to go there?

Doesn't seem to appreciate the idea?

He'll go! It's Saint Malo or the mental hospital!

You hear me? Hospital or Saint Malo!

Take it easy.

And if he doesn't obey, there'll be the judge!

Well, check with the judge.

He's on holiday.

Then let Gérard come with us.

No, no and no!

All right then, it's your business.

But let me tell you this: the
next time you talk about individual freedom,

if someone calls you a bastard, it could be me!

And I'll tell you why!

Old goat!

Your father's question is quite simple:

Are you able, yes or no,
to give up seeing Mrs Guenot?

No.

You heard it for yourself, your honour.

- He's unable to make his own decision.
- I never said that!

Yes, you did. You're besotted with this woman,
and can't give her up unless she tells you.

No, I said that I don't want to give up seeing her.

Do you at least admit she has you under a spell?
That you only do what she says...

No.

- Do you think her behaviour is normal?
- Yes.

Don't you think she acts hysterically?
Like a whore ?

No! And if you say she's a whore...

You said your mother was an asshole.

I never called my mother an asshole!

- Yes, you did.
- Never!

- But yes....
- Shit!

Don't you see, your honour, that
the boy doesn't behave normally?

Got anything smaller?

Get your clothes off.

Open it! Let me out!

- You murderers!
- Keep quiet! Because if you don't....

Why bother feeding me?

- So you've quietened down now.
- Quiet?

Do you want to go to your grandfather's,
in Saint Malo?

Saint Malo, you know?

Do you want to go there?

No...

If one of us has to be in prison so
so the other can be free, then arrest me.

- Gérard isn't in prison.
- No, it's worse!

They don't drug people in prison, it's criminal!

Gérard currently follows
a treatment assigned by a doctor.

A doctor that never even saw him before.

- It's an abuse of authority!
- Gérard is not under my authority.

You must admit his father has the right
and the duty to get him cured.

Of course, if he's sick!
But he's not!

You should stop it.

- Put me under arrest.
- I have no reason to.

- I beg you.
- No!

- Again?
- The second treatment starts now.

Tell the director
I want to talk to my father.

What about the shot?

I think your son's quite well now.

I agree to go to Saint Malo.

- You look so tired.
- You too.

I was waiting.

What's wrong ?

I gave up.

Come here.

It was worse than the first time.

I couldn't even get out.

They were about to start...

..a new treatment.

So I gave up.

I'm going to Saint Malo.

- To your grandfather's?
- Yes.

You're crazy coming here in broad daylight.

My father's downstairs.

He let me have 10 minutes.

To wrap it up.

- We can't fight for now. We have to wait.
- Wait and lay low?

I'll tell you where you can write me.

I don't think we should write.

Like we were sleeping.

We need to rest a bit.

Go on...quick.

- You know I love you.
- I know.

I have to tell you some bad news.

I don't want you to come
and see me again, ever.

I thought we could
struggle against stupidity...

...ugliness...

It fell apart.

You don't like us anymore?

A lifeless husk in love. What's that?

Why don't you want to see us?

I'm sorry that I led you into a situation
that became a disaster.

So, if you could forget me...

forget me completely....

I wouldn't feel as bad.

Act as if I've left Rouen.

Goodbye.

I turned 18 yesterday.
I can see you if I want.

- You put a letter in the postbox.
- How do you know ?

I see everything you do from here.

- OK, then, I'll go another way.
- No. You go the way I assigned you.

- Even for going to tennis?
- You're not going to tennis again.

- Why not?
- Because the city hall blocks my view.

But you can go and play basketball.

- I thought you hated basketball?
- That's right, but with these,

I can see the courts
just like if I was there.

Come on, guys, let's go!

- Not bothering with us?
- Knock it off!

Don't shoot in the wrong hoop, huh?

It's for you.

Hello? Yes?

Gérard? Where are you?

The railway station?

OK, I'll tell her! Ciao!

You weren't expecting me?

No...Yes...

I don't know...

- What time is your train?
- In two hours.

Better than 10 minutes...

- I shouldn't give up. And stay at the hospital.
- Are you mad?

No...

I think we were totally wrong:
to give up and resign is useless.

How's your life over there?

Ridiculous.

- Do you have a job?
- No.

You know, to make them leave us alone,
we should be on their side.

I should say to them:
"Danièle is a whore, Danièle is a bitch".

Then they would agree.

But as long as they think I love you,
they'll never leave us alone.

And what about the struggle?

Do you want to go back to Saint Malo?

I wouldn't go if I was free.

- But you are free.
- No.

If I run away, they'll put you in prison again.

Maybe. Maybe not.

That's not important.

I want you to be free.

I want you to choose your life.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Then maybe one day they'll understand.

- So we keep struggling?
- Yes!

- Until they give up?
- Until they give up!

What did she mean,"struggling"?

For her, that meant that
everything was starting again:

"Where is Gérard?" :
"I don't know!"

And back to prison.

- I'll come back quickly.
- Don't go too far.

Don't worry.

Was she preparing for this?

Back to prison, yes.

Gérard's letters.
Do you mind keeping them?

Give them here.

- Would you bring it to me?
- Of course.

For my husband.

- What about your parents?
- Certainly not !

I don't want them to know about it.

Still here?

Sorry I'm late.

I can't believe it!
What's the matter now?

- Same old thing...
- You lost your boy again?

Yes, but this time I did it on purpose.

- What's wrong with you?
- I'm tired of this job.

You don't have to do it.

You just keep quiet!

- Are you jealous?
- What?

I asked if you were jealous...

Have you seen her hands?

She must have had a lot of jabs!

She won't get old...

I can't stand junkies...

Stand up!

You hear me?

Let me do it.

Had enough, huh?

Are you that teacher?
- Yes.

- And you?
- Me? I'm nothing.

- What's your name?
- They call me 'Snake'.

- Come here. Does it hurt?
- A bit.

- We can't hold hands?
- No.

- So stand up by yourself.
- You want me to?

Yes.

I'm so bad at standing up.

- You bitch!
- What's wrong with you?

Slut!

You piss me off!

I love Danièle!

Stick up for her, if you dare!

Can't you see she's having you on?
I never touched her!

Liar! Have a good look!

Danièle! Danièle!

Shut up! You're both sick!

Shut up!

Tell yourself you're a political prisoner.

That's right, Sister. But usually,
politicals are with other politicals.

Unless you want to humiliate them.

Can I change cells?
I'd really like to be alone.

I know what you're talking about.
I'll give a try.

- It's good, you'll see.
- What's it called?

"Les Misérables".

- Oh?
- Just try it and see.

No porno?

You're a real girl scout: you pick
up junkies and you make whores read...

And you don't like to hear about it...

You're right.

You want a book?

- No.
- Why?

- Because all writers are cops.
- You think so?

I don't give a shit...

Sit down.

I'm fed up.

...fed up, fed up, fed up....

- Does it hurt?
- You don't know withdrawal's like.

- I can guess...
- No you can't.

You think so?
You don't think I miss anything now?

- But you don't die from what you miss!
- How do you know?

- You earned your living this way?
- Yes.

- How long did it last?
- About a month.

- I'll wait for you on the outside.
- How do you feel?

Happy.

What will you do tonight?
Meet your old pals?

- Where else can I go?
- That's true.

- And if I went with you, would you join them?
- No!

- But you're not going out.
- No, I'm not...too bad.

Try to hold off, at least this evening.

- You promise?
- I promise.

One hit. Only one...

See you soon.

I wanted to prove that I could save someone.
Change a life of drugs.

I failed.

I don't believe in myself anymore.
I've lost hope.

So, are you blind?

She's not lucky with her students.

She knows how to get them,
but she doesn't know how to keep them!

So...the library? It's time.

No.

Exercise.

Exercise.

"I'd like to tell you that I'm fine,
and I'm resisting."

"But no..."

"I don't resist anymore."

"I've become someone else."

"I promised Gérard that I'll struggle."

"But I can't even remember my promise."

"If you saw me again,
you wouldn't recognize me."

Where are you going?

Yvonne! Yvonne!

Gérard is with the judge.

Gérard is fine with coming back to your place,

if you drop the restraining order
against Mrs Guénot.

Out of the question.

If I give up the lawsuit,
everything will start over like before.

No!

And Gérard has no conditions to set
for going back home!

I'm surprised he dares
to set up any condition!

His answer is no.
What do we do then?

I go home.

Gérard will be at your place
in quarter of an hour. Goodbye, sir.

I said yes, because in doing this,
Danièle will be released.

It's not automatic.

I know that, but...

if you could ask for it...please.

Actually, that's all I can do: ask for it.

The decision to release Mrs Guénot is
in the hands of the judge investigating.

You don't share the same judge.

When I arrived, the prison had a meaning for me.

I said to myself: they will accept
that nothing can prevent our love.

Or our persistence, or our tirelessness.

Today I can't even remember why I'm here.

I'm expecting to be released on probation.

I hope for it, and I'm afraid of it as well.

The anguish of being outside, spied on again.

Refused. The judge refused my probation.

Why so much anger?

I don't understand what they expect from me.

The others know why they're here.
That's why they can cope.

But I don't know why.

Everything is confusing. And I'm afraid.

Even when I sleep, I forget nothing.

Neither the decline, nor the anguish.

Nor the degradation.

I will never be like before.

People will recognize me.
But I'll be someone else.

What made the judge decide to release her?

Nothing. Just because.

How long was that?

A month and a half.

- I'm getting cold. Where are the kids?
- My place.

- They're okay. They don't know anything.
- Really?

- If you hadn't come...
- I'm here. See?

Tell me. Promise me, now.
I need to know.

If something happens to me,
would you take care of them?

Well, I'm their father, after all.

- Promise me.
- I promise.

- But now, there's nothing to fear.
- Yes there is!

Come on.

- Do you want to see them now?
- No.

Look...

"Danièle Guenot Trial Tomorrow"

Yes?

Yes, yes I know! That's very good!

I'm sorry for not telling you.

I didn't want you to know
anything about it.

I didn't imagine it would be in the papers.

Does Mum know?

No, no.

But the weather is great down here!

You should come.

- Is that Danièle ?
- Yes, I'll put you through.

She's better. She's been looking after herself.

Do you need anything?

Do you want me to come?

No, it's not worth it.

It's just a formality.

And there's no risk, I've done nothing!

I've done nothing wrong.

Nothing that I should be ashamed of.
You believe me, don't you ?

Yes.

I believe you.

You know what could cure her?
Seeing that you're happy!

I'll put you through.

"Charged With Coercion of a Minor.
Teacher from Jean-Racine School."

"Trial Tomorrow at Rouen Justice Court"

They all say that it's
going to be full of people.

But I won't go.

- You have to, Danièle!
- No.

They'll ask me again
if Gérard was a virgin...

...how we made love, where, when...

..how many times.

No, I can't stand this
public disgrace anymore.

I can't defend myself,
I have no idea why they blame me!

Come on, Danièle,
remember that Sunday evening,

not so long ago,

when you packed your stuff
before being arrested.

You were determined not to let it get
you down, to struggle until the end!

I've already gone to the end.
I can't go any further.

So it wasn't worth it
to go back to prison.

Prison wasn't the struggle.

The real fight starts tomorrow.

Nothing would please them more
than to see you back down.

I told you, I don't understand
what they blame me for!

Come on Danièle, tomorrow isn't about
about understanding: it's about winning!

Winning?

- Is that possible?
- Of course, come on.

What are you going to wear?

No, not this one. It makes you look guilty.

No...

- This one?
- Why not?

- I wore this for my teacher's diploma.
- Did you succeed?

Yes...

- What do I do?
- Don't smile, go on. I'll park.

Would you do it again?

Are you going to quit Jean-Racine?

- What about the future?
- Look here!

One little smile, please!

Baliff! Clear the gallery!

Hurry up!

Come on, hurry up!

- What's going on?
- No public allowed.

Bastards!

What's happening, why all these people?

A teacher...a woman... is charged with
being in love with one of her students.

But there's lots of men in Rouen. Right?

Why didn't you testify at the trial?
Didn't the judge ask for you?

No, I wasn't worthy. I was nothing.

What's the verdict?

It's set for tomorrow.

- How's it looking?
- I can't tell you anything.

- How was it?
- Awful.

No, things went quite well.

- Gérard's here.
- Where?

No, with all the photographers
around, it would be madness!

Plant's Garden.

If you're seen today with Gérard,
everything could go badly tomorrow.

Be reasonable! Don't expect me
to drive you to Plant's Garden.

- You're wonderful.
- Why?

You don't notice that
we're on our way to Plant's Garden.

- You still love me?
- Yes.

- You're not angry with me?
- No.

I'm angry with myself.
I should have never left Saint Malo.

You did what you wanted to do.
That was my goal.

The court!

Danièle Guenot, please rise!

Considering that Mrs Guenot
did attempt, between 1968 and 1969....

Remember: if you get one year,
or less than a year with reprieve,

you'll get benefit of amnesty.
It will be the same as an acquittal.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

You know, it's sometimes useful
to have a new Republic president.

...by this motivation,
declares Danièle Guenot,

guilty of coercion of a minor.

The offence outlined by chapter 354
and followings of the Penal Code,

condemns Mrs Danièle Guenot for
one year of prison with reprieve.

Amnestied! Yes, amnestied!

"The weather's nice, kisses, Mum. Antigone."

- Is Antigone the signature?
- Yes.

Get out of there! Weather's nice!

- It won't rain ?
- No, it won't ever rain again, now.

Come in, Mum !
We'll be OK, the three of us !

- Are you seriously going camping?
- Me? No, but them, yes.

- Aren't you going all together?
- We'll be in a house with a garden.

- Then what?
- Then, they'll camp in the garden.

I can see them from inside.

It's Gérard!

- Oh, it's you?
- Yes.

If you're waiting for Gérard, he isn't coming.

Why? What's wrong?

They made an appeal.

- Who?
- The attorney.

- Why ?
- He doesn't want you to be amnestied.

- What did I do to them?
- You frighten them!

I think he's right.
You represent what they hate.

The May revolutions go on...

Remember what the sisters said :
"Consider yourself a political prisoner."

The worst is that in May,
some faked to approve.

These ones are the worst, today.

In order to send you to hell,
Marseilles or Bayonne, they need a sentence.

Thirteen months with reprieve
would be enough for them.

- But they need this thirteenth month!
- Do you think they'll get it?

No, they won't.
Only under one condition:

that you accept not to see Gérard again,
for any reason, before the sentence.

Gérard agrees. He committed to it.

He wants you to win.

- Is that true?
- I swear.

He doesn't know what he's asking me.

All of you, I need you.

Do everything you can so Danièle
and Gérard don't contact each other.

If Danièle agrees....

Yes.

Then, we promise.

Yes.

Are we still going on holiday?

Yes.

- Goodbye, sweeties.
- Will you come and see us?

Yes, I'll come and get you soon.

Don't you forget you're the elder?
Do my job !

- Good bye, sweeties!
- Good bye!

Why didn't she go with them?

She decided to have a rest in a nursing home.

In order to be healthy and strong for the trial.

- Promise me you'll be cured?
- Yes.

- Really cured?
- I'll have nothing else to do there.

The moment you know trial date,
write to me. I'll come.

I wonder if I was right to come here.

I was brave when I arrived.

I wanted my strength back.

But is the will,
the good intentions, enough?

- I shouldn't have come here.
- What's wrong?

I can't relax....

The anguish keeps building...

...coming out from every pore.

I can't stand loneliness.

I always needed others...

The others, here....

- You slept well for the first few days?
- At the beginning, yes.

Now I can't sleep.

Each time I close my eyes,
the nightmare starts again.

Always the same.

"Madam Lynched"....that's me.

I can't hope to die.

Pierre, my husband.
I need you once more.

If I lose my trial,
if I lose my qualifications,

I'll only have enough living
expenses for six months.

Because of taxes, rental, trial fees...

I wouldn't even be able to feed the kids.

I'll stand by you. For them.

If anything happens to me....

We should die, naturally.

Continue until a conclusion of anguish,

you should fall on the other side.

You just have to wait.

No, Therese isn't there.

No, she went to Cahors with her mother,
her uncle died in a car accident yesterday.

Do you know if she has
any news from Danièle, please?

I don't know.

She'll be back on Sunday.

Yes, Sunday morning.

Goodbye.

My dear Therese,
I can't stand being here.

I've decided to leave.

I'll arrive Saturday evening.
I want to see Gérard.

This is my last opportunity.

Yes?

- Is the warden here?
- No, I'm the substitute.

Ah, I'm Mrs Guenot.
Do you have anything for me?

No, nothing.

- A letter? A message?
- Nothing, madam.

I want to see Gérard.
This is my last opportunity.

We can't refuse her everything!

Listen, you gave your word.

Don't you see she
can't stand it any more?

We should help her, come on!

But if she meets Gérard,
they'll know about it !

And who will go to prison?

They should both have dinner here.

How about it?

- Call his lawyer first.
- If you think he's present on August 15th...

Hello? Yes?

It's Gérard.

You need to come for dinner tonight....Yes.

You'll be glad you did.

I'll meet her now.

My boy...

Danièle is dead.

It's true...

She killed herself!

It was gas....

Where are you going?

Are you mad?

I have to see her!

I need to see her!

- Are you family?
- I want to see her!

But who are you?

Her brother? Her husband?

Come on.

You can't stay here.

If only what happened to me
could be useful.

Even if it looks like a disaster.

Even if it looks discouraging.

Even if it looks like a defeat.