All language subtitles for Trois.Couleurs.Bleu.1993.Criterion.Eng

THREE COLORS
BLUE

Hurry, Anna.

Get back in.

Do you feel able to talk?

During the... were you conscious?

It's my sad duty to inform you —

Do you know?

Your husband...

died in the accident.

No, you couldn't
have been conscious.

Anna?

Yes, your daughter too.

Is someone there?
Who did that?

Mr. Leroy...

could you call
the head of the ward?

Someone broke a window
in the corridor on the first floor.

Please come right away.

I'll search the grounds.

I can't... I can't do it.

I broke the window.

It doesn't matter.

I'm sorry.

We'll replace it.

I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter.

Is it today?

This afternoon at 5:00.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Good-bye.

We are gathered here today
to pay our last respects

to a man...

a composer whom the entire world

considered one of the greatest.

No one ...

can accept that he is gone.

We also mourn
his five-year-old daughter ...

who died by his side.

Patrice...

millions of men

and women

awaited the music you composed

for the unification of Europe...

which we all hope to celebrate soon.

Hello.

Hello.

I know you don't want to see me.

You're right.

May I come in?

Julie, it's not for an interview.

What then?

I'm writing an article on your husband.

There's something I don't know.
- What?

Where does the Concert
for the Unification of Europe stand?

It doesn't exist.

You've changed.

You weren't so rude before.

Haven't you heard?

I was in an accident.
I lost my daughter and husband.

Is it true you wrote
your husband's music?

Hello.

Bernard?

Hello, ma'am.

Did you do what I asked?

You emptied out the blue room?
- Entirely.

Ma'am, we're all deeply sorry.

Marie.

Why are you crying?

Because you're not.

I keep thinking of them...

and I remember everything.

How can I forget?

Please come in, sir.

Would you like something to drink?

No, thank you.

Let's sit down.
This could take a while.

I'll be right back.

No one must know.

Ever.

First, you're to pay for my mother's
rest home for the rest of her life.

You're to see
that Marie's provided for,

and the gardener too.

You're to sell all our possessions.

The money's all to go
into the same account.

Number 270641196?

Yes.

May I ask why?

If you'll excuse me...

But what will you have left?
- My own account.

I didn't start it yet.

I set it aside the day —
- The day I left?

Yes.

Here it is.

I was waiting to hear from you.
- That was smart.

Lots of corrections.

No more than usual.

It's beautiful.

I love this chorus.

It's Julie.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Since when?

Since I began working with Patrice.

Do you think of me?
Do you miss me?

Yes.

Come over if you'd like.

Now?

Yes, right now.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Olivier?

I fell.

Take that off.

The rest too.

They took everything away.

Only the mattress is left.

I appreciate what you did for me.

But you see,
I'm like any other woman.

I sweat. I cough.

I have cavities.

You won't miss me.

I'm sure you realize that now.

Shut the door when you leave.

Julie!

I want a building with no children.

Let me ask you something
that might help.

What do you do?
- Nothing.

I mean, for a living.

Nothing.

Nothing at all?

Nothing at all.

I believe I have
an apartment you'll like,

but it's being redone.

It may take a while.

But can I live there now?

Sure. It just needs
a quick paint job and new carpet.

May I see it now?

Yes. May I have your name?

Julie de Courcy, with a Y.

Sorry, Julie Vignon.

I've gone back to my maiden name.

- Coffee and ice cream?
- As usual.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

I'm sorry about the noise.
I'm almost done.

I haven't heard a thing.

May I?

I heard you got
locked out last week.

Yes, your husband
lent me a blanket.

I spent the night in the stairwell.

I wanted to ask you to sign this.

- What is it?
- Everyone else has signed.

We don't want loose women
in our building.

The young woman
right below you —

Sorry.
I don't want to get involved.

She's a whore.

That's none of my business.

You're in perfect health.

Physically everything's fine.

You're in good spirits.

This is Antoine.

Ah, yes. It's for you.

My name is Antoine.
You don't know me —

No, I don't.

Who is this?

A young man who's been looking for you.
I said he could call.

It's all right.

I'd like to meet you.
It's important.

Nothing's important.

- It's about a certain object.
- What object?

A necklace with a cross.

I'd forgotten all about it.

I found it a few yards from the car.

But...

I couldn't keep it.
That's stealing.

If there's anything you'd like to ask,
I got there just after —

I'm sorry.

I wanted to return the necklace...

but I also wanted
to ask you something.

Yes?

When I opened the car door...

your husband was still alive.

He said —

I don't understand.

He said...

"Now try coughing."

My husband was telling us a joke.

It's about a woman
who can't stop coughing,

so she sees a doctor.

He examines her and gives her a pill,
and she swallows it.

Then she asks what it was.

He says, "The most powerful
laxative known to medicine."

"A laxative for a cough?"

"Yes," says the doctor.
"Now try coughing!"

It made us laugh.

The car crashed that very moment.

My husband would always

repeat a punch line.

You returned it.

Now it's yours.

Are you sick?

Are you all right?

You gotta always hold on
to something.

What was that?

- Thank you.
- For what?

I'm staying.

They needed everyone's signature
to kick me out, so I'm staying.

Nice place you've got.

When I was a kid,
I had a light just like this.

I'd stand beneath it
and reach up with my hand.

I dreamed of jumping up
and touching it.

I grew up and forgot all about it.

Where did you find it?

I... just found it.

Is it a souvenir?

You live alone?

Yes.

I wouldn't last a single night alone.

Something must have happened.

You're not the type
a man cheats on or dumps.

Sorry. I talk too much.

Poor guy.

Who?

He was asleep there
late last night when I got in.

He's gone now,
but he left his recorder.

Julie?

A coffee.

I looked all over for you.

- And?
- I found you.

- No one knows where I live.
- That's right.

I looked for months.
Then I got lucky.

My cleaning lady's daughter
saw you in the neighborhood.

I've come here the last three days.

- Are you spying on me?
- No.

I miss you.

Did you run away?

Were you running from me?

You hear what he's playing?

It sounds like —

Yes.

I've seen you.

Maybe that will do for now.

I'll try to make it do.

How do you know that music?

I make up lots of stuff.

I like to play.

I'll be right there.
Is there a problem with your place?

On the contrary.
I'd like a different one just like it.

All right,
but I'll need a little time.

How long?

Two or three months.

You cut yourself shaving.

My cat scratched me.

Mother?

Marie-France.

It's me.

Julie.

Come closer.

They told me you died.

You seem fine.

Young... so young.

You were always younger,
but now you look 30.

When we were kids —
- I'm not your sister. I'm your daughter.

I'm 33.

I know, I know.

I was kidding. I'm just fine.

I have everything here.
I have the TV.

You can see the whole world.

Do you watch it too?

Did you want to tell me something
about your husband or your home?

Or your children?

Or maybe yourself?

Mother...

my husband and daughter are dead.

I no longer have a home.

Yes, they told me.

You know, I was happy before.

I loved them, and they loved me.

Mother, are you listening?

Yes, Marie-France.

Now I have just one thing left to do:

nothing.

I want no possessions, no memories...

no friends, no lovers — they're all traps.

Do you have money
to get by on, my child?

I have enough.

That's important.
One can't give up everything.

Mother.

Yes?

Was I scared of mice as a kid?

You weren't scared.

It was Julie who was scared.

Now I'm scared.

Well! Nice to see you.
Come in.

I have a favor to ask.

My wife isn't here. Come on in.

Could you lend me your cat?

Excuse me?

Your cat.
I need a cat for a couple days.

He's not neutered.
He can get violent.

I'm not sure he likes you.

What are you doing here?

I saw you from the bus.
You were running like crazy.

Are you crying?

No, it's the water.

Don't you wear underwear?
- Never.

I borrowed the neighbor's cat
to kill the mouse.

It had babies.

It's only normal, Julie.
You afraid to go back?

Give me your key.
I'll go clean up.

I'll wait for you at my place.

It's Lucille.
Julie, I need a favor.

Take a taxi here.
I'll pay you back.

Right now? It's late.

It's 11 :30. You have 25 minutes.
It's important.

I can't.

Please.
I've never asked you for anything.

But I have to now. Please.

Where?

3 Cité du Midi,
a little street near Pigalle.

First door on the left.
There's an intercom. Ask for me.

Will you come?

- Yes?
- I'm here to see Lucille.

Be right there.

You came.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

You're not mad?

Lucille, we're on in five.
Will you help get me ready?

After I changed,
I came here for a drink.

I looked around the audience,
for no reason.

Right there...

in the first row, I saw my father.

He looked tired...

almost nodding off...

but he kept staring
at the girl's ass.

The bastard who let you in
wouldn't make him leave.

If you pay, you get to watch,
you know?

I tried to think who I could turn to.

I was desperate.
I didn't know who to talk to.

So I called you.
- What happened to your father?

Ten minutes later...

he looked at his watch and left.

I remembered that the last train
to Montpellier is at 11 :45.

Lucille, why do you do this?

Because I like to.

I think everyone likes to.

Julie, you saved my life.
- I didn't do a thing.

I asked you to come and you came.
Same thing.

Is that you?

Lucille, we're on.

That's me.

It's an open secret
in the music world

that the European Council
has asked you

to finish the score
begun by Patrice de Courcy.

I agreed to.
I'm working on it now,

trying to figure out
what he had in mind.

It's not easy.

Can you tell us

something about the score,
seen here for the first time?

It's the first part

of a major concerto
Patrice composed,

commissioned
by the European Council.

It was to be played just once ,

by 12 symphonic orchestras

in 12 cities of the EU.

Patrice wasn't an expressive man.

I think just one person
understood him —

Julie, his wife.

I tried to get her to join us

on this program,

but unfortunately she refused.

I assume that these documents
are from your own archives.

They're not archives.
You can't anticipate these things.

They're pictures and documents

I found in Patrice's desk
at the conservatory.

His wife didn't want them.

I'm not sure I should show them.

He was a great man.

One of the most important
composers of our time.

It's true.

I think people like him

belong to all of us...

I'll be five minutes.

Where did I put that?

A green calling card.

Did you watch TV today?

No, not at all.

Here it is.

It has her numbers
at home and at work.

Why do you want her number?

Today on TV
she showed the scores

I came and got from you.

Yes...

After the accident, when everything
was up in the air, I made a copy.

When you came for the score,
I knew you'd destroy it.

So I kept the copy.
I sent it to Strasbourg.

Why did you do that?

That music is so beautiful.
One can't destroy things like that.

Olivier!

I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

I heard you're finishing
Patrice's concerto.

I thought I might try.

You can't. You have no right.

It can never be the same.
You understand?

I agreed to try.
I don't know if I'll even finish.

I'll tell you why.

I told myself, "It's a way."

A way to make you cry,
to make you run.

The only way to make you say
"I want" or "I don't want."

It's not right.

No, but you didn't
leave me any choice.

You have no right...

You want to see what I've done?

I'm not really sure I understand it.

If I could play it for you...

You know what the chorus
was supposed to sing?

I thought Patrice had told you.

The rhythm in Greek is different,
of course.

...of angels...

...Iove...

Who was that girl?

What girl?

In the pictures on that TV show.

The girl with Patrice.

Didn't you know?

Just tell me.

Was she his mistress?

Yes.

For how long?

Several years.

Where does she live?

Near Montparnasse.

But they often met at the courts.
She's a lawyer.

Or she's interning for one.

What do you mean to do?

Meet her.

Sorry.

Where's the equality here?

Is the fact
I don't speak French any reason

to refuse to hear my side?

Excuse me.

Yes?

You were my husband's mistress?

Yes.

I didn't know. I just found out.

It's a shame.

Now you'll hate him,
and you'll hate me too.

I don't know.

Of course you will.

Is the baby his?

Yes.

But he didn't know. I found out —

I found out after the accident.

I never wanted a child,
but it happened.

Now I want to keep it.

You have a cigarette?

You shouldn't.

You want to know
where we slept together?

How many times a month?

You want to know if he loved me.

Yes, that was my question.

But there's no need now.
I know he did.

Yes...

he loved me.

Will you hate me now?

Come in, please.

Did something happen?

Did you meet her?

You insisted once
that I take Patrice's papers.

- You didn't want to.
- No, but if I had —

Were those pictures among them?

Yes.

If I'd taken them, I'd have known.

But If I'd burned them first,

I'd never have known.

That's right.

Maybe it's better this way.

Will you show me
what you've written?

Are these the violins?
- The violas.

And now...

Wait. Maybe lighter,
without percussion.

We'll take out the trumpets.

Piano, piano, sul tasto.

And instead of the piano —

A flute?

A flute.

Start again from here.

That's as far as I got.

What about the finale?

I don't know.

There was a piece of paper.

The counterpoint
was supposed to come back in.

He told me, "It's a memento."

See if you can bring it back in.

- Van den Budenmayer?
- That's right.

He wanted to allude to him at the end.
You know how he loved him.

Are you still in touch
with our lawyer?

Sometimes.

- You know if he's sold the house yet?
- No, I don't.

I doubt it. He'd have called.

Tell him not to.

All right.

If you can manage all that,

will you show it to me?

Yes.

There was a mattress inside,

but Mr. Olivier bought it.

I didn't think you'd need it.
- It's all right.

Have you been here before?

No, never.

The bedrooms and office are upstairs.

I'll show you those in a minute.

This is the kitchen.
It's always been like this.

Is it a boy or a girl?

A boy.

Have you chosen a name?

Yes.

I thought...

he should have
his name and his house.

Here.

Do you need me anymore?

No, you may go, thanks.

I knew it.

What?

Patrice told me a lot about you.

Really?

Like what?

That you're a good person.

Good and generous.

That that's what you want to be.

That people can always count on you.

Even me.

I'm sorry.

It's me. I've finished.

You can come get it tomorrow —
or now, if you're not too tired.

No, I'm not tired.
But I'm not coming to get it.

What?

I'm not coming to get it.

I've thought about it all week.

This music can be mine.
A bit heavy and awkward maybe,

but mine.

Or yours. But everyone must know.

Are you still there?

Yes, I'm here.

You're right.

It's me again.
I wanted to ask you.

You really sleep
on the mattress where we...?

Yes.

You never told me.

No, I never did.

Do you still love me?

I love you.

Are you alone?

Of course I'm alone.

I'm coming over.

Though I speak

In tongues of men and of angels

If I have not love

I am like a noisy gong

Or a clanging cymbal

And though I have

The gift of prophecy

And can fathom all mysteries

And have faith to move mountains

If I have not love

I am nothing

Love is patient

Love is kind

It is not jealous or boastful

Love is not proud

Love bears all things

Believes all things

Hopes all things

Endures all things

Love never fails

For prophecies shall fade away

Tongues shall be stilled

And knowledge shall come to an end

But these three shall remain

Faith, hope, and love

But the greatest of these is love

Chorus Lyrics Based on
The New Testament, 1 Corinthians

Our thanks to Alfa Romeo
for authorizing the accident scene,

the circumstances
of which are purely fictional.