All language subtitles for Le vent de la nuit (1999) EN

THE WIND OF THE NIGHT

When we first met
and you proposed...

I told myself: "This guy is crazy".

I couldn't believe you.

What is he looking for?

But later I realized
I wanted you and said...

"Even if it's for the money, I'll pay.

Anyway, I'm not taking it to
the grave".

So I told myself: "I'll give all"

And I wasn't thinking about money
but about me.

And now you are the one
pulling back.

Tie your hair. I like you austere.

With your glasses.

You like it?

Yes.

And would you like some sex?

Come here.

You are beautiful.

I lost a daughter 8 years ago.

She died at birth.

And now I can't have children.

She was the first and didn't survive.

It's sad.

Yes.

We go through a part of the
way together...

and then maybe...

Why do you tell me this?

Because it's the truth,
don't you think so?

No.

If every time we began
we though about the end, then...

I don't think about the future.

If I thought about the future
I wouldn't be here with you.

I would.

I just saw a sensual girl
leaving the building.

All she emanated, her age...

all that has hurt me.

I thought you could fall
in love with her.

But it's crazy to torture
yourself like that.

What girl?

I haven't seen a pretty
girl in this building.

And me, why did you choose me?

Stop torturing yourself, please.

You really want it?

- Have I made you sad?
- No, why?

Do you want us to drop it?

You're crazy!

Then, why did you tell me
that before?

It crossed my mind.
Sometimes I'm a fool.

- Thanks. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Kiss me.

Stop!
You'll make me drop the ice cream!

Maybe I'll leave tomorrow.

- And where are you going?
- To Naples.

I have to inaugurate a statue
I made for a construction.

But I'll call you.

When will you be back?

I don't know if I have an
open ticket.

I'll tell you when I find out.

You must be proud.
It's the first time, right?

Yes, sure.

Yes.

Do you want us to be together
longer tonight?

I can try to fix it.

Tonight I can't,
I have a lot to do.

When I come back, if you want...

I don't want you to leave.

Me neither.
But it's important. Anyway...

I could have arranged to go
with you, but now so sudden...

But it's still possible,
because he doesn't suspect.

He usually travels without me
and so do I.

I thought about it, but I thought
it would be difficult for you.

I didn't want to get you
in trouble.

Plus, I wasn't sure then.

It's a pity, because I
really want to.

And you?

Of course.

Taxi!

Paul!

It's very good.

I don't know.

Here it is fine.
This side is more forced.

Something bothers me,
I should have cut a bit more.

But it's done now.

Now let's move on.

Wait.

Could you take Paul
to the Naples airport?

- Paul?
- Paul, my assistant.

- Why don't you take him?
- Because I must stay here.

I still have work to do.

- Could you?
- Yes.

I'm a bit disappointed. It's a
bit annoying, don't you think?

What is?

Art is not that: the presence of
the mayor, the prefect, all that.

It's depressing, don't you think?

- Where are we exactly?
- Positano.

- Have you been here before?
- I lived here for a year.

- Oh, yeah? What did you do?
- Nothing.

We were 5 or 6 in a house.
We lived.

When?

In '69.

- And in '68, where were you?
- In Paris.

- So you were in the revolution?
- Like the rest.

- And did you believe in it?
- Yes. No.

Shall we?

Wait. I'll take a picture.

And in '68 what did you do,
beside the manifestations?

Did you put bombs or
something like that?

We were revolutionaries.

And when you are a revolutionary,
you make a revolution.

Yes.

Actually "being" was enough.

Yes, a bit like me.
Anyway, like I want to be.

I search for a solution,
I study.

I'm taking a computer course
focused on Fine Arts.

But with the crisis nobody
buys paintings or sculptures.

I will not take the risk...

so I'll do architecture.

That way I can be your assistant.

Assistant, like with Jean?

Well, yes.

You know, architecture is the same,
there's not much work.

- I'll buy cigarettes? Want some?
- No.

Can I ask you something?

Could I go back with you tomorrow?

I won't be in Paris till
the day after tomorrow.

It's fine with me.

- You have anything to do in Paris?
- No.

So take a plane later.

Go to Pompeii and Herculano.

Take advantage.

Yes, but I have to go back.

I can lie about missing the plane,
understand?

So I can take the time to think.
Do you want me to explain?

No, it isn't necessary.

Serge.

Thanks a lot.

Well ok, but if I don't take you
to the end, don't be angry.

Will you abandon me
in a parking lot!

It could happen.

What do electroshocks do?

They burn the brain.

Why did they give them to you?

After '68 some ended in prison.

Others in a disciplinary
battalion.

And others in the
psychiatric ward.

They gave you electroshocks
for participating in May '68?

Not exactly,
but that's what happened.

Do they tie you when they
give you the electroshocks?

Yes, they tie you to a lead
bed, above a machine.

In an electroshock machine.

But one must resist,
so the guys must be...

Yes, there are two or three.
They grab you. You resist.

You fight.

So they take you by
force to a room.

It's a nightmare, all that.
You don't know what they'll do.

Yes, you see a machine
with buttons everywhere.

They tie you with straps to
a lead bed.

Fuck! How it hurts when
you wake up!

I felt so much pain that I
pissed near the barbed wire.

Because I wanted to...

- Finish once and for all?
- Yes.

It wasn't electrified?

No.

It must have been beautiful,
this house.

Do you want to buy it to retire?

By the way! In Ravelo's work...

- I don't want to talk about work.
- Ok.

If you talk to me about work
you make me think about work.

I prefer to think about
other stuff.

Okay?

Okay.

Don't have a radio?

No. When I drive, I
listen to the motor.

- You wife is an architect too?
- I don't have a wife.

Did you have one?

Did she leave you?

She killed herself.

Do you think my generation has
stagnated in your generation?

I can't say. I don't know many.
Why do you ask?

I have the impression
I am going crazy.

I no longer see the world
as it is, but like it was.

Do you ever drink alcohol?

I used to drink.

- Very much?
- A lot.

And what else?

Everything.

This also?

Heroin?

- Do you want to die?
- No.

Don't worry.
I control it perfectly.

I've heard that you don't drive
a Porsche, you pilot it.

But what's the difference
between driving and piloting?

Be happy to be driving.

Go out this way.

There's something I'd like to see.

It's not bad. What is it?

An unfinished palace.

The Italians were as good with
unfinished as with finished things.

It's strange, you always seem
to be saying two things at a time.

Better to say it all, no?

You are sharp!

Sharp is the last person.

What are you doing?

Nothing. I'm not sharp. I know
how to drive, so I drive.

But slower, alright?

Alright.

But how was it all exactly?

How could these guys maintain
student control?

They held meetings.

Like politicians.

The old told the young...

"Come, we've been waiting since 1936".

They were all old.

Old anarchists, great.

There was a room apart...

where the power was.

A student left.
It was all a stage-up.

He knocked on the wall and said...

all lowered their voices
and he said...

"The password."

There was one who said,
"To Denfert-Rochereau! Tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow at what hour?"
Then one guy said, "23 hours!"

"23 hours tomorrow, Denfert!
We'll be 3.000. Dismissed!"

And they organized everything
without the police knowing?

Without them knowing.

- And everytime it was somewhere new?
- Yes.

Next day I arrived at Denfert.
It was like hallucinating.

There were workers with shovels
ripping the traffic lights.

Hello, you are calling
Jerome and Solange.

We're not home.

You can leave a message.

Jerome? It's Serge.

I guess you are vacationing
with your family.

I wanted to talk with you,
but maybe it's better this way.

I'm leaving.

And when you find out officially...

Everything is ready, you'll
find the papers in my desk.

Give dad a kiss for me.

And one for you also.

Auto-Deliverance

Is everything alright?

Oh, sorry!

Is it a prescription drug?

- Yes, nothing important.
- Is it serious?

No, it's not really serious.

Are you sure? I can go...

- I can go buy the same.
- What's wrong with you?

Nothing, I dropped it,
I'm sorry.

What's wrong with you?

No, nothing, I took a bit of...

The streets are full of guys
selling stuff.

I couldn't resist.

I wanted to invite
you to have a drink.

Someone of my generation...

Would surely admire you.

I exaggerate.

But it fascinates us because
the drugs of our generatiion...

don't cause hallucinations.

Your brain never explodes.

That's the big difference I feel
between you and me...

about this experience.

Yes, I've had coke..

It made me feel a little weird.

Heroin is for puking.

You crawl on the floor,
you can't get up.

I've never really taken off.

And when I talk to people
from your generation...

They've always left reality.
Do you know what I mean?

I don't know. Take crack,
you never really take off.

It's like a lighter
inside the head...

But it doesn't last.

It's shit.

You never take off.

I think the real difference...

in my times, getting stoned...

was wanting to be alone.

But LSD was something else.
It was a horror.

- And your girlfriend also took it?
- Yes.

- Did you fuck? Could you?
- I've never fucked.

I have never fucked.

- And then?
- I usually don't talk about this.

Did you talk with them
about this?

With them, yes.

Not with the rest? Not with me?

That's right.

So let's not talk about it.

If you wanna talk, talk.

- But you don't talk about it.
- No.

But why?

Because for me women
are sacred.

"Sacred." What a word!

I don't have another.

But what does sacred mean to you?

Intimate? Private?

No. It's what is saved. What's
left when nothing else is left.

Well, goodbye!

- Have you thought about me?
- Yes, I've thought about you.

- What did you think?
- I desired you.

What do you mean?

I don't know, I wanted
to see your breasts.

Liar.

Tell me.

No, later.

- You're not angry anymore?
- No.

I'll give you a check
for the telephone.

No.

- No, I don't want it.
- Come on!

No, sure. Please!

It's important that we
can call each other.

Yes, but it's important
that you don't pay.

Thanks.

It's the best martini in Paris.
Taste.

You like it?

Yes.

It's here.

The windows on the third floor.

- Coming?
- Are you crazy?

But why? You're wrong.

My husband is quite open.
He sees all kinds of people.

Well, maybe, but why me?

I want you to meet my husband!

- Are you scared?
- No.

Come! I'm not afraid of anything!

And you?

Let's go.

Kiss me.

He felt a great admiration
for the athletes...

And he had a speech
about sports...

about the interior of
the athlete...

about the future,
his psychology...

his suffering.

It's also a look into himself.

When he talks about the athlete...

that athlete dying inside...

the one he never was...

alcoholic as he was...

he lived his degradation
day by day...

and thought about it
with great clarity.

I usually compare Blondin...

with someone who
lived his life...

and wrote his work...

lamenting not being someone else.

Understand?

Paul?

Do you mind me calling you Paul?

There are people that suffer...

for not having been a poet
or an artist.

He, Blondin...

suffered for not being an athlete...

and thought about suicide...

in front of athletes he
considered magnificent.

Better than him.

Could you turn that down
a little?

We can't hear ourselves!

Its strange, I always thought
he was a bit fascist.

Absolutely.

He was a right-wing anarchist.

And because everybody then
was from the left...

He had to be from the right.

But he wasn't pro-Nazi.

Absolutely.

All the intellectuals
were from the left.

It was a consequence
of the war.

From the horrors
of those six years.

He loathed that attitude.

He found it sheep-like...

because many...

married the cause...

many others...

simply pretended to be leftists.

He decided to live his way.

Live his intellectual life
away from all that.

He didn't have the
notion of collectivity.

He was interested in
each individual.

Also...

he valued friendship a lot.

It's fun.

He told his wife
before marrying...

"I won't offer you
a life of luxury...

but I'll offer you my friends".

What? Something else?

No, I have to go.

Thanks.

Come whenever you want.

Shall I give you two kisses?

Long live anarchy!

- I know a doctor.
- Well call him!

I know a doctor around the corner.
I'm gonna go for him.

Go get him!

Loosen the belt.
It hurts.

If I loosen it,
you'll lose blood.

Yes, but it hurts.
Please, loosen it a little.

If I loosen it, you die.
You don't want to die.

I'm sure you don't want to die.

It hurts. Loosen it.

Free me from this!

Think of everything
you haven't seen yet.

Of what remains to be seen.

- It hurts.
- Have you been to the desert?

I don't care.

- Trust me.
- You are hurting me.

Trust me.

I'm feeling bad!

I'm feeling bad!

It's here. Please...

What are you doing to me?

No!

I would like to drink something.

Are you okay?

Yes?

Is it white wine?

How foolish I am!

Speak.

Yes?

Hello, Paul.

Yes, and you?

I can't.

No, I'm going to Berlin.

Would you give me your
phone number?

Yes.

I'll call you.

See you later.

- Were you afraid?
- Yes.

- Have you spoken to her again?
- No.

Are you afraid it might
start again?

Yes, she is the kind you leave
for five minutes to buy the paper...

and you don't know
how you'll find her.

She is bad, but she is strong.

I've felt something strange.

I don't know if this always happens
with people who want to commit suicide...

but one has the impression
they're not there anymore.

As if they were already
on the other side.

You're going too fast.

There's no speed limit here.

I don't know.

But you are going too fast.
Please don't go so fast.

By the way, why are
we going to Berlin?

Work.

What have you done lately?

I've left heroin.

- Since when?
- Since last time.

I must have a clear head if I want
to be your assistant. Remember?

- Are you going to follow through?
- Yes.

- Do you swear?
- If you want, yes.

Then say it.

I swear. I swear to you.

I swear to you.

There's a bar there.
Do you wanna stop for 5 minutes?

It's been three hours.

Come, there are no police.

Fuck, it's still going. You
should had seen how he spoke...

the Obersturmf�hrer.

I can imagine what he did
in 1940.

I thought your generation
had forgotten all about it.

- But he's not a Nazi sympathizer.
- Can you calm your friend, please?

Aufwiedersehen! Good bye!

You've acted like a moron.

I was a moron yesterday.

Do you forgive me?

It's quite good!
Have you seen it?

- Come on.
- You only find it here in Paris.

- I'll stay with you.
- No, I have a date.

I don't have money.
Can you leave 200... Very kind.

I'll give it back.

Danke schen.

- See you later.
- Yes.

Hallo. Gutten Tag.

You speak franzsisch?

Wait, I don't understand.

Wieviel...

Want wieviel?

Zweihundert?

Zweihundert francs. Ok?

Y'a mein zimmer.

Danke.

What's up?

- How've you been?
- Good. And you?

Me?

What a problem I have,
don't you think?

This thing about my girl.

Do you have news of her?

I haven't called.
I could have, but...

I'm afraid. She is
another person...

and I'm really afraid.

She has always had money. She is
quite burgeoise and not stupid...

but I think she wants
to fuck everything up.

Maybe she loves you and
that's why you are afraid.

That wouldn't scare me.

Why did she did it?

I don't know.

I'm not amazed, but I
don't know the reason.

Are you okay?

- What's wrong?
- I'm fine, I'm fine.

Are you alone?

No, thanks.

She is Helene.

Serge.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm dying of hunger. And you?

- Shall we have dinner?
- Yes.

I never knew how to eat
with sticks.

Do you want a fork?

Waiter!

Waiter!

- Your friend Serge is a sculptor also?
- Can you bring a fork?

Forget it.

I'm not hungry.

I'm dead tired.

I'll go for my backpack.
Can you lend me your keys?

Thanks.

You're not angry, right?
I am really tired.

Yes, yes, you've said that.

Good bye, Paul.

Good bye.

It's strange, but I have
the impression I've been here...

some time ago.

Me too. Long time ago.

What am I saying!

Try this, it's delicious.

Try it.

I would like to stay with you.

Thanks.

I would like that too.

- Can you wait two minutes?
- Yes.

16 francs and 30 cents, please.

Thanks.

Thanks.

I would like a room.

A marriage bed?

A marriage bed.

I'm nervous.

It's silly, but it's
the first time.

I'm also nervous.

Better this way?

Yes.

When you are 40, to make love
with someone younger is great.

It gives you wings.

You feel admired, superior.

It makes you strong.

You take advantage of the
other's youth.

Everything is a game.

Then it is not.

The balance is lost.

You are at the mercy of the
one you love.

You look how he's watching.

You are always under the impression that
he's watching when you're not looking.

You ask yourself...

if everything you see in the
mirror. All those details...

the belly...

the neck...

I'm not saying this to
make it less.

Everything that hurts.

It's difficult to accept oneself.

We don't know each other...

but it is as if we knew
each other long ago.

When making love,
one is alone.

When making love is very
intense, one is alone.

It's precisely because we are both
alone that together we form a third.

I would like to know...

that when you asked
me to stay...

was it because...

Because when I saw you in the
corner I thought...

What is she doing here at 11?

Usually I am not that lost.

Oh, no?

Idiot!

No, but...

Yes?

Nothing. You wouldn't understand.

I'm fine with you.

Yes.

Jerome...

I've decided...

to leave...

this life.

Don't be sad.

It's the only solution.

Take care of dad...

as only you know how.

Your brother who loves you.