All language subtitles for A Purple Taxi (1977) EN

Directed by Yves Boisset

A PURPLE TAXI

After the novel by Michel Dйon

I met Jerry one morning in Winter,

after a solitary ramble

in the marshes.

By then I'd been
in Ireland for three seasons.

We soon grew to like each other.

Sometimes we'd talk a bit,

other times,

not at all.

Who's that guy?

That's Dr. Scully.

A charming old lunatic.

Hasn't he been looking after you?

Who told you that?

You trust a doctor
who drives a purple taxi...

None of the big specialists
I saw ever helped me.

They never made me laugh either.

At least Dr Scully makes me laugh.

I knew almost nothing about Jerry.

And Jerry knew nothing about me.

Perfect for a sound friendship

born of a chance encounter
on the heath.

In his company I'd forget.

I'd forget everything.

Well, the most important things.

We'd walk for hours.

Fatigue wiped away my memories.

In search of a refuge
I’d come to this country,

whose beauty could
often touch the heart.

Mine was particularly fragile,

and no doubt because
of this very fragility,

it suffered, to the point of pain,
the landscape's beauty

of which Jerry and I
thought ourselves...

the secret kings.

My God! What the hell are you doing?

You duffer!

You shit guzzler, you!

Who are you?

Show yourself, little twat! You'll see.

Jerry...

Stay where you are.

Stay there.

No, Jerry!

What's up, little twat?
Are you dead?

No, but you've wounded my dog,
rotten bastard.

Lower your gun!

Let's rather find your friend's dog.

The twat who thinks

he can fire at sitting ducks.

Watch out.

You are surrounded.

Yes, yes, make yourself
useful for once. Take this.

Let's go!

Ah, it's nothing. Just a graze.

- Where's your car?
- At the end of that lane.

OK, let's go to my place.

Help me to... to lift him up.
No! Not you!

I don't trust you at all. One, two...

That's it!

This'll fix it.

Three or four bits of lead in the arse,
doesn't spell death for a dog.

He'll get over it, soon enough!

That's no reason to shoot at him.

I didn't shoot at him.
I shot at this twat.

- Kean, my name is Kean.
- Yes, Mr Jeremy Kean,

whose father makes millions, eh?

And who is trying to free himself
from the weight of his fortune

by pretending to be a peasant.

No. I live exactly as I like.

Oh? What else
is needed to be happy?

Whisky?

Mr Marchal?

Whisky yes.

How do you know my name?

Memory.

Everything in life
is a matter of memory.

Actually, we know each other.
I remember you very well, old man.

I thought I had a good memory too.

Ah! Ah! Zagora, in Morocco.

Ten years ago.

That remind you of anything?

Your jeep was bogged down in a wadi.

Another jeep came along
and pulled you out. At the wheel...

I remember the incident

but not you.

You'd gone there, I think, to
research an article

on, I don't know which,
false problem of the third world.

Otherwise I never would have read it.

- Just as well.
- Oh, was it that bad?

No. No, it was excellent
but incomplete.

- Thank you.
- Mr Kean?

- No thanks.
- A Kean who doesn't drink!

Eh so, that's how it is!

America really has succeeded
in draining the blood of the Irish.

No. A Kean only drinks
with his friends.

Oh, how well said.

Oh, my compliments Mr Kean.
Ho! Ho! Ho!

Hello. Jerry Kean.

Don't wear yourself out
She doesn't talk.

Yes?

Good. And now gentlemen...

So You ended up
meeting Mr Taubelman.

Yes...

That Mr Taubelman, you know,
he could be a bit of a Jew,

which frankly,
wouldn't surprise me at all.

Their bills, they never pay them.
And then it seems

he was a Nazi criminal
during the last war.

- That's a lot for just one man. Hmm?
- Ah, but that's not all.

His daughter rides a horse
and always all alone.

Anyway, she doesn't talk
to anyone, you know!

She is dumb.

Hmm, that's what he says.

Ah, Seamus!

- Margaret Colleen, my true love.
- You are very naughty, Seamus.

- At your age!
- At my age?

I'm ageless.
Everybody knows that, eh?

It's true when I was young,
I was a serious old man...

These days I feel young.
And I just want to have fun.

I sing and I dance like in Paris.
- A man like you!

I'm no better than anyone else.

If I really was, you'd know it.

Ah... How are you feeling today?

When were you in Paris?

When I had to be there,
my dear Philippe.

I partied for five years.

It's the one place where
an Irishman can lose his virginity.

In those days, I mean.
Anyway, I must admit that,

I have no regrets at all.

Dr. Scully!

Oh, excuse me Margaret.
I won't do it again, I promise.

By the way, Philippe,

I hope that you're going to decide
to give up navel gazing.

The navel, it's death.

Yes, I know.

Tina.

Tina!

How do you find him?

- How is he today?
- Not so good, hmm.

What?

Like he was yesterday. No better, no worse.

- He's as solid as a rock.
- But you were just saying...

Yes, but sometimes
rocks have weak points.

If he feels sick,
he'll certainly become sick.

It's...

Tina and I have come
to find out how Pack is doing.

He's improving, thank you.
Please come in.

Thank you.

Have you eaten?

Er... no.

I brought some snipe.

Thanks.

But please sit down.

I didn't sleep very well.

There was a wind and besides,
Pack was groaning.

He needs to keep still.

I really didn't want the wound
to open and start bleeding again.

And then when I finally got to sleep,
the telephone rang.

I don't think my parents

will ever figure out
the time difference with New York.

- And so?
- Sharon's coming.

Sharon?

My sister.

Up there?

Hmm...

Yes, that's her.

You don't like her?

Yes, of course.

Are you here because of her?

No... No.

I went too far in some things

and it was decided that a return
to roots would be healthy.

And after all, it's from here
that the first Kean left for America,

during the potato famine.

Ah yes yes. He left here with
bare feet and not a penny, eh?

After ten years
he became the owner of the railroad

he started out working for.

He died at a hundred
leaving behind a kingdom.

That's how it was?

Pretty much.
Except it wasn't railroads.

- Do you know my family?
- No.

But it's the classic story.

As classic as your present situation.

The third generation
usually has problems.

These things you went too far in,

what were they?

Something idiotic. A stupid business.

And that idiocy,

could it have killed you?

Ah, I didn't say anything.

And what does your sister do?

Oh, nothing at all.
She's happy to live in luxury.

She was offered royalty
and she became Princess of Hanover.

And the family sent her

to judge the purifying effects
of the Irish air?

No. I don't think so.

Her husband no doubt
wants her with him.

And coming to pay attention to me

is her best way to
not pay attention to him.

- When does she arrive?
- Tomorrow at Shannon.

- Can I offer you a drink?
- Yes.

Why not?

Ah! I emptied it last night.

Let's go to the pub.

Good day!

- Good day, gentlemen!
- How are you?

- Oh, Mr Kean! It's been an eternity!
Have a drink with us? - Sure, Billy.

Oh, Mr Kean! It's been an eternity!
Have a drink with us!

You're tugging our chains, Mr Kean.

You're jealous, Taubelman.

Oh, I'm crazy jealous.

- Leave them in peace!
- Ok, ok!

I'll leave our dear
little fairies in peace.

That's right, dear friends,

let's allow the little English fairies
to live in peace in Ireland.

And let the Irish and the English
deal with their own problems.

Even on the race track?

- Especially on the race track!
- Even for the Derby?

- I won the Derby!
- I know you won. I was there!

And I love the way you let your
whip fall, just before the finish,

as if it had fallen by accident
under the English horse's hoofs.

Which made it swerve.

What a lucky break!

- Hello everybody!
- Ah! Here's the doctor!

Sean!

Sean... but

it was... it's a pleasure to see
you gaining strength and sobriety.

Ah that's for sure, Doctor.
I'm doing all I can, you know?

Ah, I salute the effort.
Carry on Sean. Ah, hello!

- He is drunk.
- No excuses.

It's useless, Mr Lynch.

You are already fully excused.
Put all that on my account.

Your account?

Ha! I'm not stupid enough
to give you credit.

I see that Mr Marchal
has already had the good taste

to introduce our young
millionaire to Dr Scully.

A true Kean always
returns to his roots.

I suppose we won't be seeing you
tomorrow morning.

You'll be at the airport
to meet the Princess, your sister.

I'll be delighted to see her again.

I have some things to tell her
which I think will interest her.

Sean!

Back home...

The operator at the Ennisgate
office is an angel.

She takes a personal interest
in all our calls.

Even Mr Taubelman profits
from her kindness.

Jerry!

Where is Madam Li?
She's always following behind me.

- She's going through customs for you.
- Allow me!

No, let me. Let me do it!

- I'll just be ten minutes.
- Ok, that means two hours.

She's here for six months!

Wherever, she's never
stayed put for six months.

I know exactly the suite I want.
The one in front with two balconies.

I'm sorry, madam, but that's suite 8.
And it is reserved.

By whom?

Mr Henry Ford.

No problem.

Just tell him it's for me.
The Princess of Hannover.

Unpack it all, Madam Li.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Excuse me, madam.
But aren't you staying here tonight?

Out of the question!
I detest palaces.

But your chambermaid...

She adores them!
Give her number 8.

This one.

Let's go, Jerry!

Hmm... Everything
I dreamed of all my life.

Are you trying a new accent?

Marvelous!

It's so simple, so rustic, so...

So ecological?

I'm delighted.
Jerry, we'll do wonderfully here.

- I don't know how to thank you,
Mr...? - Marchal. Philippe Marchal.

- Marchal? We see each other again,
I hope. - Philippe will dine with us.

Right, that's great!

Look, there's even the ancestors.

Has Jerry told you that
the old man killed a man in Denver?

Play some music for us, Jerry?

Ah! No music here! No electricity.

- You mean to say that...
you have no fridge? - No fridge.

So how do you manage for vodka?

No vodka.

Jerry!

It seems that your parents
overdid it a bit with you.

- Can you lend me some jeans?
- Yes, in the bedroom.

- Jerry?
- Yes?

- Do you have a light?
- There are matches on the table.

Ah, yes!

Thanks!

Good! We need some vodka.

I'll go...

Can I borrow your car, Philippe?

Yes, sure.

Yes, they are really very beautiful.

- What?
- Your breasts.

Firm. Round.
Really very pleasant.

- I forbid you! - In that case,
you don't need to show them to me.

Oh, listen...

When you treat someone like a chair,

you always run the risk
of sitting next to it.

I am sorry.

No! You aren't.

A little vexed, no more.

Are you Jerry's friend?

We hunt together.

You look after him.

- Don't you think he's big enough to
look after himself? - I know he's not.

To tell you the truth, before
I married Frйdйric-Charles,

I used to look after him. My little
brother, he's my baby. My friend.

I taught him so many things.

To say...
To say shit.

To shoplift.

And even to masturbate.

Life, in fact!
I showed him...

his first female sex.

Mine.

His prettiest Xmas present.

Only...

with that gift, you see,
it's best not to open it,

you never know what's inside.

That said,
if I'd have been with him,

he wouldn't have started smoking.

and nothing would have happened.

What happened?

Something idiotic.
A stupid business.

You are really his sister.

What makes you say that?

You have the same evasions.

Oh, latest news!

- It's raining for a change.
- But who is this guy?

This is the guy that shot my dog.

He was at the pub
when I was buying the vodka.

Russian?

You want a laugh? Irish
and no doubt made this morning.

Anybody can make vodka.

I bet that if you were blindfolded,

you couldn't distinguish Russian
Stolichnaya from Polish Wyborowa.

I'll prove it if you like.

I didn't know you hung out with
barmen, Jerry. That's a new one.

Sharon, stop!

I'll go find some glasses.

If the local vodka frightens you,

I have just what it needs
to improve it.

I've brought some ice,
some little green limes,

red pepper, glycerin.

From the goodness of my heart,
I gave this recipe

to a manufacturer in Piraeus,

in Greece.

Yes...

Of course, he made a fortune.

This Greek became a philanthropist.
He offered France...

You understand the French government
is always in difficulties...

Excuse me. It's the difference
in temperature. So...

Oh, that's OK.

So to the French
who are always in trouble,

he offered to buy back
the Venus de Milo.

And, can you imagine,
they didn't have the simple courtesy

to respond to his offer.

Extraordinarily small bladder,
this guy. Why did you invite him?

I didn't invite him,
he invited himself.

Oh, that's better.

These things happen.

It's strange to see you here,
after so long, Princess.

I don't believe I've ever seen you.

- Perhaps in Morocco?
- Oh, no, no.

Morocco, it's you.

No, it was five years ago,
I think, in Venice.

A masked ball at...

Enrique Schoelberg.

That vaguely Chilean German,

who made a fortune

out of bird poo.

Really?

Have you remembered
your own name yet?

Taubelman.

There's not much chance I'd ever
remember a name like that.

I think that Frйdйric-Charles...
he would remember.

My husband?

I'm coming.

OK, I'm off too.

We're hunting tomorrow, Jerry?

Yes, let's try Corofin.

I'll come too.

So we'll meet again, if I don't
have too much of a hangover tomorrow.

She never has hangovers.

Ah, I'm getting old.

I've been hearing that
since she was fifteen.

Yes and I'm nearly thirty.

And would it change anything,

if I told you that you are beautiful?

Jerry, your friend is very kind.

I think this will be fun.

So who was the girl
who got him into...

that famous stupid business?

A little Iranian.

They used to smoke opium together
and one night the house caught fire.

She didn't want to budge and he jumped
out the window at the last moment.

You saw the scar on his leg?

Your brother isn't much in the habit
of showing his legs

and I expect he doesn't much like
telling that story...

He blames himself for not having
saved the girl.

No. But for not having died with her.

How do you know?

Do you have children?

Yes!

How about a bit of vodka?

You definitely don't like
talking about yourself.

Let's say...it's a bit early on.

With me, it's never too early.

But it's often too late.

Jerry!

Thanks.

Ah! Anne Taubelman.

What if we invite them over,
tomorrow night, for dinner?

- But you can't stand that guy.
- Indeed.

But it's fascinating to see an
orchid blooming on a heap of manure.

You'll take care of it, Philippe?
- I'll deliver your invitation.

Jerry?

You coming?

Mr Taubelman?

Have you

ever brushed
a young girl's hair?

Never, right?

So then, you know nothing of life.

- Have a drink.
- No, thank you.

- I've just come...
- Yes, the Princess asked you to.

She wants to know by what miracle
I know the Prince, her husband,

her Frйdйric-Charles.

Ah, all these princesses are the same.
Although she,

she's different. You know
she loves to undress in public.

Good bye.

- You can't stand the truth.
- The truth, yes.

Vulgarity, no.

Oh, I know her, our little princess.
I know her like my sofa.

Everything you know about her,
you've learned from newspaper gossip.

Yes...

Oh, but what was I thinking?

I didn't realize that
you are in love with her.

Oh, excuse me.

You are stupid, Taubelman.

You'll die of jealousy when she
parades about naked, in front of me.

- Don't listen.
- Good bye.

Isn't there another reason
for your visit?

Sharon and Jerry invite you
to dinner tomorrow night,

with Anne.

Thank you, I'll come.

But... Anne never goes out.

You forbid her?

Anne never goes out.

The last time I ate so many oysters
was in New York.

I was in prison, imagine that!

Yes, and everyone
brought them for me.

It's true...

Oh, shit. I cut myself
eating those thingummies.

I had visits from the cops. I saw
reporters, I saw the mayor of New York,

and for ten minutes
I even saw the State Governor.

Oh la la! For me, they emptied out
all the oysters of New York.

You wouldn't believe it.
My sixteen year old mug behind bars.

I wouldn't want to pry,
but what were you doing in prison?

Mr Kean,

when I was young, I didn't have a papa
to protect me with a heap of money.

I arrived in New York
on a Sunday morning.

I was travelling
on a freighter without a ticket.

Everything seemed deserted, dead.

In America, even the rats
take Sunday off.

On the quay I found myself facing
a German Shepherd.

A real watchdog. Vicious,
it was drooling. Drips of slobber.

Hideous, awful! I looked at it.

It came up to be petted.

I told it to lie down.

Lie down.

Lie down!

It laid down.

The cops, behind it,
couldn't call it back.

It's true, those dogs, they're
trained to gobble up guys like me.

I was 16 at the time, very thin. That
surprises you but I was like a reed.

At the station, the dog
didn't want to leave me.

At that moment,

a reporter arrived. You know,
one of these failed geniuses.

A very American specialty.

A good guy but pickled
in gin and white wine.

A certain... Yellow.

Oh yes, Roonie. Yellow Roonie.
That's it.

You know the type, at 20 thought
to be the greatest poet in America.

An Ezra Pound.

Well, forget about it!
Eh so Yellow Roonie

reported the story in his newspaper.

And starting next day a flood of
reporters and photographers. A flood!

They wanted to know everything.

By what secret, what miracle
had this freak tamed watchdogs.

So I said to them:

"I'll only tell you
if you bring me oysters and vodka."

As ever in New York, Efficiency!

I had a mountain of oysters
and a barrel of vodka.

I thought I'd better come up with
something. So I said: It’s a gift.

It relies on a completely personal
method of dog-training."

The next day, I was out of jail

because a crazy old lady
came up to pay my bail,

so that I could come
and work with her dogs.

Of which she had thirty
in a mansion on Park Avenue.

She was completely nuts,
poor old thing. Her name was...

Olivia Pennyhurst.

What did you say?

Pennyhurst.

Your great aunt.

I talked about her with Frйdйric-
Charles the last time we met.

That was perhaps three
or four years ago.

Come in.

Come in...

Hello?

Hello, I'd like a number
in West Germany?

It's in Vogelsburg, number 97.

Eight dozen oysters,
five liters of stout!

Not bad for one man, eh?

That's it. Is there a long wait?

Immediately?
Wonderful, I'll hold on.

- Did you believe his story?
- No.

But it all could have been true.
Including Yellow Roonie.

His biography came out last year.

But he knew Aunt Olivia.

Ah, Ah! That was brilliant. That little
detail at the end, just like that.

Like what?

Suddenly,

he pulls out a little gimmick,
a direct connection with one of us,

and the whole story
becomes plausible.

- Hello, Frйdйric-Charles?
- You're in Germany?

No, in Ireland. Jerry needed me
and I'm spending a week with him.

So, could you perhaps
spend Xmas with me?

Oh, but I'm dying to, my dear.

Listen, something odd
is going on here.

I've just dined with
a certain Mr Taubelman.

And he claims to know you.

Taubelman? Yes, maybe.
Oh, but it was ages ago.

We must have crossed paths during
the war. A large fellow, isn't he?

He says he saw you
three or four years ago.

Is he still married
to that German pianist? Maria...

Maria Schmitt Del Tasso?

No idea. Anyway,
she wasn't with him.

Ah no, I remember now.
She died in a plane crash.

Call me before you arrive,
so I can have your rooms ready.

Yes, of course!
Goodbye, my dear.

Well, I would have
asked him to come.

Frйdйric-Charles really
loves simple things.

In the mornings he'd go
hunting with you,

and spend the afternoons
with his old friend Taubelman.

They could have talked about Maria...
What? Maria Schmitt...

Del Tasso.

- Yes, that's it. What does she play?
- Schubert.

Perfect.

Frйdйric-Charles adores Schubert.

Now we know that Taubelman exists.

Are you sure?

Come in!

Breakfast is ready.

Yes, I'm coming.
Thank you, Mrs Colleen.

Dr. Scully would not be pleased

if he knew you'd spent
the night in the pub.

I wasn't in the pub.

And the last time I went there,
it was with him, actually.

He, he has the right to indulge
a bit from time to time.

Because, you know,
that man is a saint.

You've got Paris in the booth.
Go on.

Thank you.

Good morning! Did you hear
what happened with little Michael?

- No, what?
- They had to take him to the doctor.

Hello, it's me.

- What's going on? Are you unwell?
- Yes, yes, I'm fine.

It's just that I dreamt of you last
night and I wanted to hear your voice.

Is that really why you called me?

Yes, I just wanted to hear you.
That's all.

There's nothing else?
If you want to talk about him,

you can only do it with me.
So can it.

I...sometimes I'm afraid
of forgetting him, Marthe.

- Do you need me?
- No.

We decided to not see
each other again.

If you call me,
it means you need me.

Maybe you're right, yes.

You know me too well.

I am still your wife, Philippe.

We'll never be able to undo that.

Philippe do you want me to come?
- No.

Are you sure?

You know that I love you.

So take care of yourself.

Was the line clear?

Yes, completely clear. Thank you.

Good morning, Dr. Scully.

Ah! You'll hardly find
a single down by Condigate.

I recommend Tralee.

There are hundreds of geese
on the beach.

When you went by,
there were hundreds of geese.

Ah! Ah! Always that old French logic.
No matter what doubt virus here.

- We've lived without it up to now.
- See you later.

Driving down to the Tralee beach,

I was seized by the almost
painful certainty,

that it was not by pure chance
that Scully was directing us there.

He knew nothing, surely,

but he guessed everything.

And poor blind men that we were,

with a single word, he pointed
the direction we couldn't miss.

Just like Scully's intuition
was called Anne.

To whom was he offering her?

To me who had no wish
to take anything or desire to live?

Or to Jerry?

How is she doing?

I don't think it could be
very serious.

Her heart's beating normally.

You knocked her over with your car?

- No! She fell from a horse.
- A horse?

A thoroughbred or a half-breed?
- I don't know.

Besides, I don't give a damn.

You are wrong, Sir. The difference
is night and day. Where is it?

- What? - The horse.
- At Tralee.

And who's looking after it?
It's dangerous to leave a horse alone.

Listen Doctor, it's not the horse we're
interested in but the girl, Anne.

- Ah yes. Anne who?
- Taubelman.

- Taubelman, is that her husband?
- No, her father. At least I think so.

Good, come back this afternoon.
And please, don't forget the horse.

Where is Taubelman?

He is in London.

In there a way of
getting hold of him anywhere?

I don't know.
Here, come on.

Softly does it, Maremaid. Come on,
my lovely. Come on. Good girl.

Good, I'm going to get
some things for Anne.

She's in hospital.

She fell from a horse.

Other people's secrets haven't
interested me for a good while.

Yet I was troubled by that world,
baroque and childish,

naive and refined,
in which Anne loved to hide.

Anne was a child who concealed,

beneath airs full of mystery,

a taste for
naive painting and collages.

It was ludicrous,

and yet I was touched.

Anne liked the same books as I did.

Eliot,

"Martin Eden" by Jack London.

I couldn't stop myself
from underlining a passage,

sending a message to the girl

through her silence.

Sean!

A dislocated clavicle,
a mild concussion.

I gave her sedatives.

- Why?
- She's had a shock.

By the way, I asked her
about the horse.

You wasted your time.
She doesn't speak, anyhow.

Ah, that explains it.
And the horse, did you find it?

Yes, and it thanked us
with a big kiss on the mouth.

Really?

We were very afraid.

Jerry even asked me
if your heart was still beating.

Maremaid was found.
Sean's taking care of her.

I brought you a few things
that I collected.

We were pretty sure,
we soon agreed

that a fall from a horse
wasn't as dangerous as all that.

But still, with the icy water,
you could catch a bad cold.

"Slender skylark,

my flight is done."

Anne, you're speaking?

"Faithful shadow,

I have ended my song."

Philippe, she can talk!

It's amazing, she can talk!

It was you who underlined
these verses, wasn't it?

Yes.

- It's no use blocking the way.
- You can't go in there, sir!

- I want to see Anne! Let me!
- She needs complete rest.

Have they kidnapped you?

No,they're looking after her.
Isn't it why they're here?

No, I'm the only one
who can look after her!

Listen, you'd gone to London. They're
looking after her and she's talking.

- She's talking?
- It's a very good sign, you know.

It means she's recovering
from the shock.

You don't understand a thing. Please,
madam. She hasn't spoken for 3 years.

Then it's a miracle.

I must go right now
and thank the Lord.

I'm going to take you home, Anne.

These monkeys can't do anything.
I know how to look after you.

- She must rest...
- She'll rest at the house.

Please, Anne, it's me.

Was it you who collected
my things from my room?

Yes.

They are just what
I would have taken.

Good! I'll grab
your things and bring you back.

Come on, let's go!

Good.

I'm staying.

Come back and see me tomorrow.

Frйdйric-Charles
would adore this house.

I'd like to buy it.

- Can we visit?
- No, Sharon.

Over there.

I'll leave you here.
I have a horror of family houses.

Hmm, I'm sure

that every room in this house
has its secret.

Once,

this house belonged to the Templars,
an Anglo-Irish family.

Not bad people.

Their sole passion: the fox hunt.

300 years of fox hunting
ended up marking the family.

Around age 30,
the elder of the Templars,

always a male,

began to undergo a change.

The canine teeth extended,

the lips softened,

the corner of the eyes went down,

The ears stretched out
and grew covered in hair.

At the same time their speech
sounded more and more like barking.

But, it was a happy family

and nothing could stop them

for 300 years.

Right up to

the First World War.

Old Duke Templar

died at 80.

His son Edward

who had been promoted
at Ypres because...

because he'd led his company
in an assault while barking,

was killed

by shrapnel.

And, for the first time,

the elder Templar was a girl,

Marie-Dorothy.

And here is her room.

After the war, she was
master of hounds.

It was then that the people
around her started noticing

the beginning of a change.

She barked.

The Templar curse

for the first time, struck
a woman of the family.

This was even more amazing,

because she was truly beautiful.

She was 30,

when a young American
came to live in county Clare.

He was rich and handsome.

Marie-Dorothy fell in love, but,

one fine day,

the young American, who
thought himself

out of her hearing,

admitted to one of his friends
that he'd never marry...

an English greyhound,
because, in fact,

he only liked Sky-terriers.

Marie-Dorothy whipped the young man.

That very night,

she took a gun and broke

every mirror in the house.

Several weeks later,

when she learned that
the American had married,

she freed her horses and dogs.

Sometimes, on stormy nights,

you can still hear the pack
baying in the forest.

Then, she wrote her will.

She left the ancestral
mansion to Christopher,

her groom,

deaf and dumb

and as faithful as a dog to a bitch.

She ordered the innocent
to come to her in her room

and to take her

on hands and knees.

Then she handed him a gun...

Christopher killed her

just as she used to kill her dogs,

when they'd been struck
by an incurable disease.

Those who saw her naked body,
stretched out on the ground,

swear that her face was intact

and even

that she'd regained
her incomparable beauty.

The house can neither
be repaired or sold.

It belongs to Christopher.

And Christopher

has been in an asylum
for all these years.

Sharon, Philippe, where are you?

I am not Marie-Dorothy.

You won't scare me.

Mrs Li has finished, Philippe.

Can you take her back to her hotel?

Yes, of course.

I'm coming with you.

Don't wait for me, Jerry Baby.

Where are you going?

To your hotel.

Mrs Li wants to see Connemara.

This rain curtain is
hiding another world.

Was I wrong?

Absolutely not.

Mrs Li, go and see to the rooms!
I'm going for a walk with Mr Marchal.

Do you see that line
over there on the horizon?

- That's where I come from.
- No,

you come from here.

You only took a trip down there.

And I was waiting for you here.

Now, I need nothing else.

- But for how long?
- A day, an hour,

a minute.

I chose the temporary

and I ended up with futility.

Ask me why.

Because you were scared.

Do I shock you?

I'm no longer twenty.

Why have you come here?

I mean here in Ireland.

Is it really important?

I'd like to know.

Every night when I go to bed,

I'm never really sure
of waking in the morning.

Yes, like in the melodramas.

It's romantic but I doubt
that it's the real reason.

What have I done to her?

Nothing.

She doesn't even see you.

And, you?

Do you see me?

Tonight,

very well.

Is she going to come back?

We have no more excuses
for putting off the inevitable.

Why do I do everything
to make things so hard?

To punish yourself?

Punish myself for what?

Who knows? For being as you are.

For loving too often and

not very well.

For having betrayed an old dream.

That's sad.

I don't know.

I love it when it lasts a long time.

Me too.

Good morning!

There's a flight at Shannon
for Hannover at midday.

If we could leave now, I could
be with Frйdйric-Charles for Xmas eve.

There's a ritual dinner at the farm.

It'll be absolutely charming
with the vet,

the old country doctor, the notary.

Their ladies in organdy.

There's a respect shown
that I wouldn't miss for anything.

I have a thirst for respect.

You never want to let
things end naturally?

Certainly not.

- How long will it take you
to be ready? - I'll dress.

I'm going to miss my flight.

I also like it,

when it all goes very fast.

Not me!

Too bad for you.

We're crossing the border.

I think I'll always cherish
the memory of what we left

behind that curtain of rain.

Perhaps we never grow old
on the other side of this curtain.

Perhaps we even forget
we can grow old.

You're bitter.

That's unpleasant.

Take this.

But why?

I'll only take it

if you tell me why
you're giving it to me.

Because it was good.

What are you doing?

I'm going to kiss you.

- Absolutely, you can count on me.
- Thank you. Goodbye, Dr. Scully.

- Ah, Philippe.
- Hello Doctor.

- Merry Xmas, my dear Philippe.
- Merry Xmas, Doctor.

And where are you
spending the holiday?

Like everyone, with my family.

- Ah, I'd forgotten you had relatives.
- Ha!Ha! It's just that I've got a few.

Have you heard the good news?
Anne Taubelman is out of hospital.

Yes, I know. I'm even dining
tonight at Dun Moпran.

Ah really? What do you know...

Oh that's a lovely scarf there.

Perfumed!

Ha! Ha! It's strange how we
get attached to some things,

when we ought not to, eh?

Good! Merry Xmas, my dear Philippe.

Happy Xmas, Doctor.

Good evening!

- Merry Xmas.
- Merry Xmas, Jerry.

- Where do I put this?
- Under the tree.

- And me?
- On the floor.

There.

Oh, here's a present.
A present for me!

Sean! It's Xmas!

We'll open the presents together.

Yes.

Where are they?

Taubelman is in the kitchen.

They've spent the afternoon
making us a Russian dinner.

Ah, that doesn't surprise me.

I bet that he'd also been
head chef at Maxime's, right?

Of course.
Anne's getting dressed. Upstairs.

They let her out of Hospital?

If not, Taubelman would
have torn the place apart.

- Naturally.
- I'll find some candles.

"Moroccan Adventure"
by Philippe Marchal.

I should have offered to help

but I've never
understood Russian cooking.

Thank you.

You're not having any?

You're still a bit afraid to speak?

It's for you that I started
speaking again.

Sign language isn't enough sometimes.

I'm afraid I don't quite see
what you're trying to tell me.

You know,

I don't think...

it was just chance that
brought you to Tralee beach,

the other day.

Truly?

That's enough, Sean! That's enough!
Now sit down!

Vodka for everyone.
A river of vodka.

Tonight we'll quench
the whole world's thirst.

Sean my infinite thanks.
You've been marvelous.

And to thank you
here is some Russian water.

In Russian water is "voda",

so vodka is small water.

- Water?
- Water!

Sean!

Sean will be completely stoned in five
minutes, that won't be funny.

I never get drunk. Never!

I've drunk more whisky
than you've ever seen.

Heavens!

The spell was broken.

All around me I saw faces changing.

Anne spoke,

Jerry came out of his dreamy torpor.

He even laughed.

And from all this happiness, suddenly,

on this Xmas night,

I felt excluded.

It is always interesting

and a bit hard,

to see life organizing itself

into a picture not including you.

What do you think, Marchal?

I think it's late.

I'll come with you, Jerry?

No. No thanks. I'm staying.

Ah! Good, see you tomorrow.

I really like your scarf.

I've actually admired it
for a long time.

Perhaps now
that we know each other so well,

you might tell me

how the Princess is in bed.

Thank you for
this excellent evening.

She's as good at that? Hmm, hmm!

Weeks had gone by.

Since that Xmas night,

Jerry wouldn't hunt
in the woods or moors with me.

Now he was hunting
alone on the hills.

I resumed a solitary existence
without joy or sadness.

Unthinkingly I got into the habit

of going to obscure marshes to hunt,

where I never used to go with Jerry
and where I'd not likely meet him.

I hoped he was happy.

For me it was enough to be free.

And it was when I was
least expecting it,

that I suddenly encountered
my own face.

For a moment

I was tempted to just let go,

to sink in delicious vertigo.

Tina.

Tina!

Good morning, Doctor.

They say there are people who insist

that it's... always raining in Ireland.

Where did you find me?

Here, old chap.

You came back alone.

I don't remember.

It seems that you who

are always so sure of yourself,

so nobly resigned,

suddenly you...

you experienced
a terrific will to live.

Your breakfast's ready.

Ah, in fact!

Ms Taubelman has just
come to see you.

I wonder what she wants.

But please don't get up.
You're too exhausted.

I'll find out what she wants.

Mrs Colleen!

It's much better if I do that.

Dear Margaret!

Mrs Colleen!

Philippe, would you like
to dine at our place tonight?

Dr. Scully is coming too.

And Jerry.

Will you come?

Is it important?

I'll come.

He's been sick last night, you know.
Really very sick.

I'll come.

Thank you.

Good bye.

- Mr Marchal. Hello, Mr Marchal.
- Hello.

What are you doing all
alone in the pub?

I'm drinking to forget.

To forget what?

Ah, that's a good question.

Telephone! It's for you.

For me?

Thank you.

- Hello?
- Mr Marchal?

Someone's calling from Germany.

- From where?
- Philippe?

Yes?

It's me, Sharon.

- Hello?
- Yes, yes, I can hear.

And if I came back to see you?

Yes...

Philippe, ever had a day that seemed
to you quite ordinary and then,

looking back you found it beautiful?
- Yes, and the other way around.

I'm telling you I might come and
that's all you have for an answer?

But listen, Sharon.
You're calling me at the pub

and I'm not alone.

OK, throw them all out,
buy the pub and stay on the line.

That's not a bad idea,
but it could take a while.

- Philippe?
- Yes?

Let's go on as if I never rang.

Goodbye. Kisses.

Three queens, gentlemen.

Even England doesn't have as many.

Good! We go on?

Young man, please,

do we finish soon?
Infinite thanks.

Perfect! Perfect!

Dr. Scully, do you like risk?

Of course! Every time I'm about to
diagnose, it's as if

I'm betting on an outsider.

Oh, that must be
Interesting for your patients.

They adore it.

They adore it!
That's interesting for his patients.

Cut!

Ah, why not?

Good, I'm dealing.

Anne? Anne! Bring something
to drink for these gentlemen, please.

There.

Ah, thanks.

OK. Four.

Pass.

Doctor?

I'll open. For four pounds.

Count me out.

Good, I raise twenty.

Ten

and here's twenty.

Mr Marchal?

No. I'm out.

- Card, Doctor?
- Yes, two please.

Two cards, there.

For me one. There.

Your play, dear Doctor.

- Have you taken a card?
- Yes, yes. One card.

OK, let's say twenty pounds.

Twenty? Anne,
give the doctor a glass of whisky.

And for all of us.

You said twenty pounds?

I put

twenty, plus ten.

Thank you.

Ten more and I raise to fifty.

Fifty?

Nothing but whisky, Anne.

Some beer for Jerry, eh?

Fifty.

And... a hundred.

OK, let's go to a hundred and then
I'm all in with thirty-five more.

That's my maximum.

My turn. Thirty-five.

To see you, Doctor.

I have a full house
with kings and sixes.

A full house with kings, very pretty

but very far from pretty enough
for a full house with aces, eh?

Excuse my laughter.

Ah, the game, Doctor! The game!

OK, good. OK.

Dear... dear friend,
it was an exquisite dinner.

It's late, you'll excuse me if...

I hope you're not leaving us
because your luck ran out.

Oh, luck?
Goodbye, Anne.

You know,

I...I think that what I'm losing
is my incurable naivety.

I have... I have an old well of optimism
which lets me believe in humanity.

And I confess, I was hoping that
Taubelman wasn't like that.

How?

If my 300 pounds have contributed to
settling his debts,

that doesn't much bother me. I can even
say I would have given them happily,

because he's a likeable enough old
scoundrel but you see if he steals them

frankly that's insulting.

- We had nothing more to play.
- He cheats!

Taubelman cheats!
You saw his little game with Anne?

She kept coming and going behind us
and while servng our drinks

she saw our cards and she found
a way to let him know.

It was clear, perfectly clear!
You didn't see any of that?

Yes, I saw it.

Ah, you think that's funny?

Not much, no.

No.

It's marvelous. She left just now.

She was at our place,
she was in our humble studio,

she is one of the ten
best-dressed women in the world.

You obviously want
to talk about Sharon?

We were at Dun Moпran
when she arrived.

We told her we knew you,
that we're friends of Jerry's.

- Oh, she is simply sublime!
- Sublime!

That's wonderful.
I'm very pleased for you.

- Shall we go?
- Yes, yes..

- Goodbye, children.
- Bye, bye.

Goodbye.
Goodbye.

You learned a few things tonight.

Yes, true.

You know I'm amazed to see

how women always throw us back
into a state of complete childishness.

You find that amazing?

Philippe, there's something
I have to tell you.

Sharon came back.

Ah, I know.

The two faggots in the pub
informed me of that.

Are you angry?

Angry why?

Normally you never would have
called them faggots.

Ah! Yes, that's true.

Sharon always knows what she wants

but never what she needs
or what is best for her.

She talked to me about Taubelman.

She hates him.

But she's perfectly able
to go to bed with him,

just to find out if he's real.

I have the feeling
you've got something to tell me

but you don't know how.

No!

Yes!

I'm in love with Anne.

I want to marry her and live here.

Why not.

What's stopping you?

Nothing but I need my sister's help.

I need some money from my father.

Sharon is the only one
in the family whom he can't refuse.

It was you who made
Sharon come back, wasn't it?

Sometimes I hate my sister,
Philippe, but I love her.

And when we're apart,

I'm unhappy.

- But when we're back together...
- You need her, Jerry!

Yes, I think so.

Listen,

I know this is none of my business.

And I probably shouldn't say
something like this to you.

Don't have feelings for her.

And do you think it's OK
to have feelings for Anne?

Why are you asking?

Oh, no reason.

Does Taubelman know
that you want to marry his daughter?

Yes, she told him.

How did he take it?

She has always wanted to raise horses,

so he thought it would be best
to set up a stable for her.

Ah! And who'll put up
the money in this business?

Guess!

He said it would make Anne
freer in relation to me.

Oh! Original!

Philippe!

Taubelman claims
that you had a son

and that he died in an accident.

Taubelman talks way too much.

Surprise, surprise!

It's me!

I think in these cases one
ought to say: "What, you here?"

What? You? Here?

- I got up very early.
- Bravo!

- Where is Mrs Colleen?
- I don't know.

When I told her that I was
paying you an unannounced visit,

She blushed like a young girl
surprised in the shower.

She said she didn't want to disturb us
and she ran for it.

Oh, oh...How shocking!

I'm happy to see you.

Me too.

If we married?

That's not possible.

I love someone else.

Anne Taubelman?

No.

Margaret Colleen.

A cup of tea, Mrs Colleen?

Ah, Princess! We were
really looking forward to your visit.

I am happy to see you again among us.

Hello, Jerry!

- Hello.
- Hello, Jerry.

- Take a look at the plan.
- Wonderful.

The stables are there
and we'll have a paddock at the side.

Then we only need to go and see
a lawyer to set up the company.

Yes, that sliding door is my idea.

- Traditional doors...
- Where is Anne?

She's gone up to her room.

She's resting.

Oh, I won't be long.

Good evening.

You know, it's hard to see you alone.

Without your father, I mean.

I suppose you want to know
if I really love Jerry.

Absolutely not.

Jerry loves you.
That's enough for me.

I think...

Yes?

I think I'll learn to love Jerry.

Fine, all the better.

Let's go down.

- They're waiting for us.
- You go.

I'll join you.

Oh, the Princess.
Look at that. She is superb.

Princess, Princess.

Good evening.
How are you, my darlings.

And me, aren't I your prince,
my darlings?

Taubelman, enough! It's vulgar.

- Drinks for everyone!
- That will be 15 pounds Taubelman.

I you want to see the money,
you must serve us first.

- Pay up first.
- Sir, Mr Derby winner, be sure

that I'm no cheat, me. Eh?

I understand you, Mr Lynch.
You sell whisky,

not your daughter.

What do you mean by that?

Leave him to me, Mr Marchal!

- I said drinks for everyone!
- The money!

That's all that matters to you,
plonk merchant.

Oh, you don't scare me,
the whole stinking lot of you.

Plonk!

Outside, outside!

Are you hurt?

I'm afraid we'll get
caught in the crossfire. Come!

- Do you feel alright?
- No,

- not exactly.
- Come!

- Hello Freddy.
- Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening, Philippe.
Need any help?

No, no. All's fine.
Thank you.

- Boss, how about a drink?
- Yes, a drink.

A big one.

Thanks, Taubelman.

I'm very pleased
to be rid of his English poofs.

Those girls never drink much anyway.

It turned out well, Doctor.

Let me see that.

Eh he didn't pull his punches.
I'll examine you.

- No, I'm perfectly fine. Just don't
touch it. - Let me buy you one.

A round for everyone, Willy.
I have a surprise for you.

- I'm paying.
- No, no. It was a joke.

Music!

I'm an idiot.

I'm meddling in things
that are not my business any more.

Jerry has found his family.

Do you think he's sleeping with Anne?

- I wouldn't know.
- I do know and it's yes.

A sad deception.

He wasn't the first.

You don't like me talking
about this, eh?

But that's life, my dear.

Finally, to be completely frank,

I think you're regretting Anne.

- No!
- You're lying.

Do you think
that I regret a bit, Taubelman.

You ought to sleep now.

Go!

You don't want me?

Yes.

You know I've always thought

that a true friendship
between a man and a woman

was possible if they'd
already made love together

and afterwards renounced it.

Once and for all.

Once and for all?

- There could be exceptions,
of course. - Ah!

It's necessary that I warn Mr Marchal

of what's just happened.

Ah, Philippe! Come quickly.

- What is it?
- It's Anne. She tried to kill herself.

She's in hospital.
She asked for you.

You're expected, Mr Marchal.

The young lady wishes
to see no-one except you.

You know, I'm sure that
Mr Taubelman assaulted a nurse

who wanted to stop him from
entering her room.

Young Mr Kean tried to intervene

but he was struck, poor man.

Was he hurt?

No. God be praised.

Mr Kean has refused
to leave the hospital.

He prefers waiting in
the entrance hall.

The police told us that
Mr Taubelman can be released

only if someone comes to pay bail.

Evidently, we could
pay this bail right now

but it's probably better... to let...
first let things simmer a day or two.

Yes, I think that you're right.

Good, Philippe,
you're the one she wants to see.

Well, see you later.

Go in.

Why did you do it?

I don't know.

I couldn't do anything else.

Why did you ask for me to come?

Because of Jerry.

Did you suddenly feel disgusted
at having been caught in a trap?

Yes.

Fine, tell him.

I can't.

- Do it.
- No.

He won't believe me.

He loves you.

And I don't have
the courage to tell him

you helped Taubelman cheat at poker.

You noticed?

Your father is a crook.

I don't even know if he's my father.

He lives only for me.

How so?

I am perhaps his daughter

or the daughter of his brother.

Neither of them know.

But your mother?

Was the wife of one

and the mistress of the other.

An actress.

She didn't bother with details.

When did you find all this out?

Three years ago.

But you stopped talking 3 years ago.

I stopped talking
when I'd made love with him.

Anne,

to leave one man, it's not enough

... to have found another one.
- I know.

You'd like to keep Jerry?

Yes, for now yes.

Fine, leave with him right away.

Go to Paris or London.

And you, will you help us?

Yes.

I'll try.

And those stories
Taubelman tells, are...

Is it true that he
met me in Morocco?

No.

He read the article
in National Geographic.

But it's true
he's been to South Morocco.

- And to New York?
- He was in New York.

And aunt Olivia?

Frйdйric-Charles?

And Philippe Marchal?

What about Philippe Marchal?

If I run away with Jerry

and years go by

and if one day we see
each other again

and if you say:

"We knew each other in Ireland",

would you remember?

Yes.

I will remember, yes.

She's waiting for you.

If you want her for always...

There's an airport at Shannon.

I thought that you'd let me down.

I know.

Sean?

Where is Anne?

Good morning, Boss.

Well, hey now!
They fixed you good, the cops.

- Where is Anne?
- Gone.

- What?
- She left.

- You're shitting me, Sean?
- She has left!

- When?
- This morning.

Where is she?

How should I know?

This is ridiculous.

You've played a practical joke,
to celebrate my return.

- Do you know where she is?
- No.

Don't get me going Scully.
I've got enough problems as it is.

- I'm sure you know where she is.
- No, Taubelman.

You're two right bastards.
Yes, two right bastards.

It was all working out wonderfully.

We finally had everything
we needed to be happy and...

It's with that little bastard
she went off.

Money does not give the right.

I vomit on his father's millions.
He has cars, yachts, Mr Kean.

The rich have only one duty:
to hide, to act humble.

Money, gentlemen, has
the dignity of... of toilet paper.

Here nothing's changed.

Home sweet home.

Forty-four rooms, two bathrooms.

What can I offer you, gentlemen?
A drink.

Forty-four rooms, two bathrooms,

but forget about offering a whisky.

Gentlemen, I raise my empty glass
to the health of my kin.

Whoever they are
and wherever they are today.

One careless moment, that's life.

Fifty years of life,
misfortune and misery.

Life, death!

But others can be careless whenever,
others, others can also...

That young man with my little girl.

Well, me too,
I can destroy in a few seconds,

the work of a lifetime.

Can't help it. I've always had
a weakness for vandals.

Seven years of bad luck, they say.

Seven years!

Me, I've had fifty years of bad luck!

That ought to be enough!

Get out!

Leave me alone!

I'll throw it all out the window!

God knows why

but I pity you, Taubelman.

I've no need for your pity.

Get out! Pity is for beggars.

I'm rich, I don't have
any money but I'm very rich.

You want me to tell you?

I'm the richest man in the world.

I've been here three days and it's cost
me a lot not to try to find you.

We haven't met for nothing.

I feel it.

I feel it in me.

Truly?

Don't take that tone with me, please.

You don't want to know
why I came back.

You are here to help your brother
marry Anne Taubelman.

He needs money.
I could have sent it to him.

Good...

Then you wanted to make sure
she really loved him,

that it wasn't a trap.

It is a trap, Philippe.
She doesn't love him.

But Jerry loves her.
And he ought to go all the way.

Ah! So you didn't come back
to help your brother.

Don't pretend to understand nothing.

Is it that...

are you trying to make me
understand you love me?

Please, don't flatter yourself.
The only person I love, is me.

So?

So, behind your curtain of rain

life broke out
where no-one was expecting it.

Let's go.
I have nothing else to say to you.

Ah, excuse me, but you've said
either too much or not enough.

A child, darling.

It's there and it's alive.
I needed to tell you about it.

It will bear the Hanover name
and shake up the family line

but I want to keep it.

You see doctors said
I had no chance of ever having a child.

There's no question about it.

- It's my decision.
- No!

I will never have
any other children, Sharon.

Why?

I had a son...

who is dead.

I'm truly sorry, Philippe.

- I confess I don't know what to say.
- Then...

don't say a single word.

I arrived here with a suit,

a gun and a pair of boots.

In six months I've accumulated
a heap of souvenirs, useless things.

Science might have
made great progress,

unfortunately they haven't yet
invented a man without baggage.

- Even music?
- This music? Yes!

Finally...

You are building a new man, eh?

Young, strong, brimming with health.

So...

Stop weighing others down with the
shadow of those you've not yet buried.

I've never spoken
to you about my son.

What do you mean,
you've spoken of nothing but.

Who are you to tell others
what they can handle?

Fate, what else?

You too? This is becoming a craze.

Mr Taubelman has destroyed
everything he had at Dun Moпran.

Good job. It was very ugly.

It's four days now that
he hasn't left the house.

And,

they slip his mail under the door.

They're all just bills. Look.

Ha! It looks like a fire, take a look!

But that's Dun Moпran.

You see the flames above the forest.

Taubelman might have
been caught in the blaze.

Oh, that would surprise me. Think of
it! Who would collect the insurance?

Dear Margaret... Let's go see.

Ladies, stand back.

Pass me the other bucket.

Help me get the horses out, quick!

Bring water.

Go, go!

Amazing, isn't it?

It's the Apocalypse,
the end of the world.

You are genuinely crazy, Taubelman.

Everything starts in fire

and everything ends in fire.

Fire, it's beauty itself.

You don't have the right to do this.
You don't have the right.

- What's got into you?
- The horses, that's sacred. Why do it?

I don't give a hoot about the horses.
Let them burn.

Take care!

Sean, this is your last chance.

Sean!

I'm going.

Sir is getting out of here...

Bugger off!

Sentimental idiot!

- Anne...
- I couldn't.

I couldn't leave you.

It's love.

You call that love?

We'll never be inside
their kind of intensity.

Where are they going to go now
with their living hell?

Listen Jerry!

Hello!

...that you go back to America.
- I'll go back when I want to!

Hello!

It's kind of you to come
to say goodbye.

Goodbye.

We leave in an hour.

Me for Germany, and Jerry for...
- It's out of the question! This time

I'm the one deciding to stay here.
- Not at all, darling.

The family's decided you're going back
to America and so you are.

I repeat. I'm the one who decides where
and when I go. - What happened? Jerry!

Well, it turned out that our Jerry
was not up to the situation.

Actually, what happened,

is that there's no more Jerry Baby,

do you understand?

Is that clear?

What happened?

Nothing at all.

No child, no miracle.

Frйdйric-Charles can leave his
castle to his butterflies.

There'll be no little prince.

I'm so sorry.

But a little relieved?

No.

- What can I do for you.
- The same thing,

as before.

That's what I was made for.

For what?

You know very well.

The temporary

and the useless.

What a pity.

This time I really believed it.

Goodbye, Philippe.

Goodbye, Sharon.

Oh, you do talk?

I'm going to leave Ireland forever.

I'm going to restart my life,

find others, responsibilities.

I was afraid Jerry would be
unhappy at having lost Anne.

He consoled himself
with the innate wisdom

and good-humour of youth.

He had his whole life
in front of him.

Do you think I'm hiding
by staying here?

No. On the contrary!

Your roots are here.

By staying you assert yourself.

Perhaps I'm finally at home.

I think you are right
to raise horses.

It's an excellent decision.

It's a start.

Well, Doctor. We may be seeing
each other for the last time.

Oh, I wouldn't bet on that.

Your health is good, Philippe.

Take care!

And never send me any postcards.

My dear friend...

Goodbye.

Good beginnings.

Ah...

Jerry...

You know frankly I'm fed up
with seeing this country,

which is mine, and yours too,

taken for the elephant's graveyard.

What do you mean?

Oh, they say when an
elephant feels its last hour coming

when death is near, it
separates from its herd.

Plunges into the forest,
finds the graveyard track

and only a beast whose end is near
can find this track.

But man, who tries to keep
ahead of his death,

gets lost in the byways,

like in a vast maze.

To somebody like that,

Ireland, large-hearted girl,

can always offer

a fascinating backdrop.

- Good! Can you do me a favour?
- Of course.

I feel a bit tired to get behind the
wheel. Could you drive me to my place?

Do this for you?

Doctor, this will be
a pleasure and an honour.

Thank you, Jerry.

Subtitles transcribed
by edithwharton.

Translated by Farcred,
proofread by flipflink.