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The Story of Marie and Julien

You're here?

Do you recognize me?

I think of you often, for a year now.

Me too,

all the time, since that night.

- A long time ago. - A year ago.

- A bit more. - A bit more, maybe.

I saw you, going against the crowd,

you looked mean.

Looking for a drink.

And then I saw you.

I couldn't move.

We talked... I remember one word.

Me too: Deliverance.

She left me. I'm free now.

He left me. I'm alone.

Can we walk together?

- I need you. - Need me?

Just like this.

I was thinking of you, dreaming of you, ten minutes ago.

- Me too, I was thinking of you. - We have to see each other, talk.

Now I can't, I'm late.

Me too, there's my bus.

- Tomorrow, are you free? - Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow.

You know the caf� on Croix-Rouge place, it's not far.

No, but I'll find it. What time?

As soon as possible.

I work in the morning, but I can free myself.

- No, let's say 3 o'clock. - 3 o'clock.

Yes, don't forget.

- I'm late, I know. - I was about to leave.

You're Julien?

And you, Madame X.

Madame X who?

Madame X, that's it.

I've been here thirteen minutes. I'm cold. Julien who?

Julien, that's it.

Next time, I'll be on time.

In the draught again?

We'll never meet at each other's.

And I set the rules.

I didn't see you like this.

These are my conditions. You accept them?

I don't know.

- I'm waiting for proof. - What proof?

That we speak the same language, that you have the documents.

Documents that can harm me, apparently.

You believe it... you're here.

If you came empty-handed, it's over.

Why are you doing this?

- You don't need it for a living. - Go ahead, give me a sermon.

You must hate yourself.

My life is my concern,

I'd have liked another but I have but this one.

Your Chinese silk business, that must do well...

Why make fakes?

Fakes?

You know those certificates are fake.

You make fake ancient cloths.

- I don't make them. - Someone makes them.

Here... there, it's the same.

You sell them as real, you make a traffic.

It's a crime and costs dearly.

Very dearly.

Thursday,

same place, same time, with the money.

You don't look like a blackmailer.

Good evening...

Good evening!

Nosing around upstairs again...

Don't lie to me, I can see it in your whiskers.

A cup of coffee please.

- What are you doing here? - You're not very friendly.

Neither is your cat.

I have my way with animals. Yours is cordially condescending.

Don't pout like that.

I've got the money.

I thought I was clear, not my place, nor yours.

Again: What are you doing here?

- You owe me an explanation. - Me?

You fell upon by chance, I don't want to know how,

on documents that concern me.

Fine.

You want to profit from it, I can understand.

So?

You know something is missing.

I don't see what you're talking about.

You don't see, really?

I have three objects that concern you:

The fake certificates,

the photo, and the doll, that's all.

There's something else, I care above all

which is missing since this morning.

Don't tell me you have nothing to do with it.

- Believe it or not, I know nothing. - Stop it!

I'm tired.

You have no idea what I've endured, for months now.

No one has the slightest idea. Say what you want, get it over with.

I don't know what you're talking about, and I hate being taken.

You broke our agreement, the fee is raised.

- I want ten times the sum. - What?

Ten times.

You can't be serious... You must be joking.

I never joke.

You're mad.

Playing with fire.

I refuse.

See you on Thursday.

Don't wait for me.

Muller, yes, it's me.

Provins? Yes, I know where it is.

Tower clocks, I don't do them anymore, I don't move...

Provins or Timbuktu, the same, I don't travel.

You'll find someone, I'm not the only one in the business.

Goodbye.

You're never here when I need you.

Look at me...

Look at me in the eyes!

A bit early for dinner. Let me work.

What are you looking for up there?

I told you, there's nothing left. Nothing at all!

I was afraid not to see you again.

You have a collection?

I repair them, if possible.

Sometimes it's impossible?

It's a matter of patience.

This one, it's a Wagner.

It's a bit off.

They're like instruments of torture.

It's like the inside of a watch...

only bigger.

The biggest are the oldest.

We started big...

and then smaller and smaller...

more and more...

flat.

I too dreamt of you.

What was I doing?

Nothing.

You were there, standing...

arms crossed.

It was on a ship... or on a train.

The ground was moving. I was afraid of falling.

You were looking at me.

You looked mean.

I can't stay.

Come to my place tomorrow. Can you?

Of course.

It's a furnished residence.

I live there... while waiting.

While waiting what?

While waiting.

Be there at eight.

I'll cook dinner.

Come, or don't come!

To my sister

You again?

- The street belongs to everyone... - And you're here by chance.

Relax, I have no intention of entering.

So?

Yesterday, I was mistaken...

I thought you would agree.

Agree on what?

On the money.

Right away, without delay.

I couldn't imagine... reprisals.

Sorry.

So it goes. Sorry, I'm in a hurry.

Wait!

I can't give you what you demand.

You'll make an effort.

Twice the sum...

I can understand. I accept.

But ten times...

Admit it, it's madness.

Maybe... that's the way it goes. I'm mad.

It's ten times.

Don't look at me like that, I won't change.

At least, give me my letter!

Your letter?

An intimate letter, personal...

which has nothing to do with us.

You don't know what it means to me.

I have no letter.

Really?

No letter which concerns you in any way.

- I'd like to believe you. - What prevents you?

One never knows what to expect from you...

If only I could trust you.

If you could trust me.

I'd have liked that.

- We could have gotten along. - You're a dreamer.

I'm late. Goodbye.

You're a monster!

Good day.

Good evening, rather.

Yes, good evening, come in.

Can I help?

It's ready. You can open the wine, I can't,

I don't have the strength.

Sit down.

May I serve you?

That evening...

that evening we met a year ago.

A bit more.

A bit more maybe...

It was at your boss's, right?

Vincent, yes.

A publisher.

That's it? Art publisher.

I don't remember who invited me. A friend of Estelle's.

Estelle, your friend.

My ex.

She no longer is?

I thought I had told you.

Maybe in your dreams.

- Want some more? - No thanks.

She was from Montauban, went back there.

Why do I tell you this silly detail, Montauban.

For me to believe, maybe.

Maybe.

You were with that very handsome boy, a bit sad.

Very handsome and sad, it describes him well.

- His name is Simon. - Was.

He died 6 months ago. A car crash, like any ass.

He wasn't an ass.

You loved him very much?

I didn't make desert, want a fruit?

Miss Marie Delambre is gone?

- Yes, Sir. - When did she leave?

- Miss Delambre left early this morning. - At what time?

Around seven ten... When I relieve the night watchman.

She paid her bill. I called a taxi... A lot of luggage.

She didn't say where she was going?

No, Sir, didn't say where she was going,

she didn't leave anything, not for you, nor for anyone.

Look at this mess!

What is happening?

I think I was drawn outside

so someone could search here.

I was manipulated.

Manipulated?

By whom?

By a woman.

Women...

I'd like to speak to Vincent Lehmann.

It's personal.

Yes?

- Mr. Lehmann? - Yes it's me, what is it?

I am Julien Muller,

my name doesn't mean anything to you, we met...

Yes, a fortnight ago, at the bookstore, that place...

No, over a year ago, an evening at your place...

I'm a friend of Marie Delambre, your ex-collaborator.

Pardon me. What's become of her?

I want to get a hold of her, I was hoping you could help.

She's no longer with us, left over a year ago.

I've had no news since.

No number, nor address...

I'm sorry. I have a meeting, is that all you wanted to know?

Forgive me for disturbing you.

- I'd like to speak to Julien. - Yes, it's me.

If you wish to see Marie, she's at the hotel Villa Panth�on.

Where?

Hotel Villa Panth�on, rue des Ecoles.

That's where she is at the moment.

How do you know I'm looking for her? Who are you?

If I were you, I'd go right away.

Hello, could you tell me which is Marie Delambre's room?

Room 115, on the inside courtyard.

Did you just arrive or are you about to leave?

I don't know.

I know.

You are coming with me.

- With you? - Yes, with me.

I want you to live with me. In my house.

It's impossible.

I need you.

- It's true? - Yes, it's true.

Well, alright.

You want to?

I want but that.

Hello!

Hungry?

I'm hungry.

Aren't you cold?

Whose is this?

Where did you find it?

In the bathroom. Whose is it?

- Tea, coffee, chocolate? - Coffee.

I ask you whose is it.

Estelle's, probably.

How so, probably?

It means: Certainly.

Who is this Estelle that I may take care of her?

I told you about her... the other night.

- The girl from Montpellier. - Montauban. The girl from Montauban.

There's also a girl from Montpellier?

There's no girl from Montpellier.

You think I'm Blue Beard?

The girl from Montauban who returned to Montauban, period.

Orange or currant?

I can help myself.

And this girl from Montauban...

this Estelle from Montauban who returned to Montauban...

Yes?

Why did she leave her things? She's coming back from Montauban?

Never.

She'll never come back from Montauban.

She left without turning back.

And you know what?

Go ahead.

As soon as she turned her back,

I forgot her.

- Liar. - Forgotten

completely, totally, absolutely.

- You would. Bastard. - Bastard, perhaps...

even more than you think.

- How so, I don't understand? - You'll see soon enough.

No, please.

- But you can't see. - I don't need to see, don't want to see.

It's all in the ear.

Listen.

It's limping.

It must come...

from there.

Certainly, doctor.

- Is it serious? - Serious, no, it's tricky.

You hear the difference?

You want to listen?

There, it's isochrone...

And now...

Now it limps.

- There, it's right. - Isochrone?

You think I'm funny?

No, it's your crazy air, attentive and passionate.

Passionate? No.

Yes, your work is not a craft, it's a vocation.

I wanted to be an architect. Or one wanted me to be.

I wasn't gifted for it. Or anything else.

Look at my hands,

hands of a butcher, not a clock smith.

Did you know it was a noble craft, in the past?

Butcher?

Clock smith.

A king's craft, aristocrat's craft.

A craft for you.

You don't know me.

It's you... who doesn't know you.

I don't want to know myself.

- I want to know you. - Careful.

I know.

You know nothing.

I know I must be careful.

Very careful.

I know you can hurt me,

even if I don't know how.

But I don't care. I'm happy you're here.

Me too, I'm happy to be here.

Where are you going?

I haven't finished my visit.

- There's nothing up there. - Nothing... that's just what I like.

Why should I have changed my mind?

You didn't look well enough...

I'm flattered but it doesn't change anything.

I have nothing against Provins, I just don't go to Provins.

It's not a question of money.

Think about what?

Stop spying on me, Nevermore.

Mind your own business.

Can I do something?

Nothing. Sit.

I hate this robe.

I'll buy you another one. A beautiful one.

- Tomorrow, I'll be rich... - Really?

You can wear this... while waiting.

I prefer this.

It smells of you.

Now I am yours, you are mine.

Where I must go, you will accompany me.

For what I must do, you will help me.

Don't fail me, or you will lose the very memory of me.

What are you saying?

Pardon me?

What are you saying?

I don't know.

You don't know.

You don't know what you just said?

No.

- Are you making fun of me? - I've never been more serious.

- Julien? Madame X. - It's you!

- May I speak to you? - Yes, with pleasure.

I thought it over. I accept your conditions.

Well, I prefer you like this.

How can we proceed?

If we're agreed, no problem.

Call me tomorrow, same time.

- And then? - I'll tell you how to proceed. Tomorrow!

Who was it?

To each his little secrets.

I'm asking who is this person you were charming

who must call tomorrow, answer me.

A woman.

Very beautiful. Very elegant.

I'm fed up with all these women!

I love you Marie.

I love your neck, your arms, shoulders, mouth, tummy, eyes.

I love everything. I love you.

Since you've been here, it's a new beginning.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

It's nothing,

nothing.

I love you.

I want you here all the time.

Say it again.

I couldn't stand you disappearing again.

Me too, I need you.