All language subtitles for My Night at Maud

SIX MORAL TALES

MY NIGHT AT MAUD'S

Have mercy on us all.

With the Virgin Mary,
blessed mother of God,

the apostles and all the saints,

may we share eternal life
and glorify you

through your beloved son
Jesus Christ.

Through Him,
in Him and with Him,

in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honor is yours,
Almighty Father, forever and ever.

Let us pray.

Mindful of our savior's bidding,
we take heart and say:

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name...

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done on earth as in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread daily

And forgive us our debts
as we forgive our debtors,

and do not put us
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Deliver us, we pray thee, Lord,
from every evil,

past, present and to come,

and through the intercession of the
blessed and glorious ever-virgin Mary,

of thy blessed apostles Peter
and Paul, of Andrew and all the saints,

grant peace in our day,

so that, with thy merciful help,

we may be ever free from sin
and safe from all disquietude.

Through Jesus Christ,
thy Son, our Lord,

who lives and reigns with thee
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

God for ever and ever.

The peace of the Lord
be always with you.

And with your spirit.

Lamb of God...

who takes away the sins
of the world, have mercy on us.

Behold the Lamb of God,
who takes away the sins of the world.

Lord, I am not worthy
to receive thee under my roof,

but only say the word
and my soul will be healed.

It's 6... 30!

We came to a tight curve.

We were doing over 100,
despite the speed limit.

The car zigzagged back and forth,
but we made it somehow.

See what's in store?

Where do you live?

In the Chanturgue hills.

I was lucky enough to find
a place to build a little house there.

- Among the vineyards?
- That's right.

And where do you live?

We're almost neighbors.
I live just south of you.

No, northwest.

It's just a small apartment,
but it's quiet.

It's impossible to live
here in Clermont these days.

What about you?
- I live in Ceyrat.

Isn't that a bit far?

Not really.

Nice place, Ceyrat.

The roads get
real icy up there.

They haven't been yet.

It's actually a friend's place.
He's working abroad.

That Monday,
December 21st,

I suddenly knew, without a doubt,
that Fran�oise would be my wife.

Pascal - Pensees

"They began as though they did believe,
with holy water and masses, etc.

You too may follow that way
to unthinking belief.

- That's what I fear.
- Why? What have you got to lose?

It's the way to diminish the passions,
which are your stumbling blocks."

- You staying here for Christmas?
- Definitely.

But I'll be visiting family
for New Year's.

Come skiing.
They're forecasting snow.

- It never snows at Christmas.
- My friends have already been skiing.

I was joking.
I spent some time in Canada -

Ah, right. Protestant countries
make a big thing out of Christmas.

Families stay indoors
and don't even know if it's snowing.

- Are you Protestant?
- Yes. And you?

Catholic. My family was Catholic,
and I kept it up.

- Vidal! You're here in Clermont?
- You too?

- Let's get together sometime.
- How about now?

Good-bye.
Have a good vacation.

- Are you teaching at the university?
- Yes, philosophy.

What about you?
- May I?

I've been with Michelin since October.
I'm just back from South America.

Strange we haven't
bumped into each other.

I go straight home
to Ceyrat at night.

I eat out occasionally,
but I prefer to cook at home.

Social life abroad was hectic.
I need a little solitude.

I can leave.

No, I meant I'm not trying
to meet new people.

People here are
like anywhere else.

But I'm delighted I ran into you.

- You're not married?
- No. You?

No. I mean... no.

I'm in no hurry.

But a bachelor's life
isn't much fun in the provinces.

What are you doing tonight?
- Nothing. How about dinner?

I'm going
to L�onide Kogan's recital.

Come along.
I've got a spare ticket.

I don't feel like listening
to music tonight.

All Clermont will be there.
Lots of pretty girls.

Your students?

There are very pretty girls here,
but you don't see them around much.

I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead.

I've never knocked anyone dead.

Very well. I'll go,
but just to prove you wrong.

- Mineral water.
- Orange juice.

- You come here a lot?
- Almost never. And you?

I've never set foot in here before.

And yet our paths cross right here.
How strange.

On the contrary.
Our ordinary paths never cross.

Therefore, the point of intersection
must be outside those ordinary paths.

I've been dabbling
in mathematics in my spare time.

It'd be fun to calculate our chances
of meeting in a two-month period.

Can it be done?

It's a matter of data
and how you handle it.

Provided the data exists.

Obviously, if I don't know
where a person lives or works,

I can't work out the odds
of running into them.

Are you interested
in mathematics?

It's increasingly important
for a philosopher.

In linguistics, for example.
But even basic things.

Pascal's arithmetical triangle
is connected to his wager.

That's what makes Pascal
so amazingly modern.

Mathematician
and philosopher are one.

- Good old Pascal.
- You surprised?

Funny you mention him.
I'm just now rereading him.

And?

I'm very disappointed.

Go on.
I'm really interested.

Oh, I don't know.

I feel I know him almost by heart,
yet he tells me nothing.

It all seems so empty.

I'm a Catholic,
or at least I try to be,

but he doesn't fit in
with my notion of Catholicism.

It's precisely because I'm a Christian
that his austerity offends me.

If that's what Christianity is about,
then I'm an atheist.

Are you still a Marxist?

Absolutely. For a Communist,
Pascal's wager is very relevant today.

Personally, I very much doubt
that history has any meaning.

Yet I wager that it has,
so I'm in a Pascalian situation.

Hypothesis A:
Society and politics are meaningless.

Hypothesis B:
History has meaning.

I'm not at all sure
B is more likely to be true than A.

More likely the reverse.

Let's even suppose B has
a 10 percent chance of being true,

and A has 80 percent.

Nevertheless...

I have no choice
but to opt for B,

because only the hypothesis
that history has meaning...

allows me to go on living.

Suppose I bet on A, and B was true,
despite the lesser odds.

I'd have thrown away my life.

So I must choose B
to justify my life and actions.

There's an 80 percent chance I'm wrong,
but that doesn't matter.

Mathematical hope.
Potential gain divided by probability.

With your hypothesis B,

though the probability is slight,
the possible gain is infinite.

In your case, a meaning to life.
In Pascal's, eternal salvation.

It was Gorky, Lenin
or maybe Mayakovsky

who said
about the Russian revolution

that the situation forced them
to choose the one chance in a thousand.

Because hope became infinitely
greater if you took that chance

than if you didn't take it.

Let's get together tomorrow.

It's Christmas Eve. I'm going to
midnight mass. Want to come along?

Why not?

I was to spend it with a friend, but
she may be involved in family problems.

- It was just a casual offer.
- No, I'd really like to.

I can't see her before midnight anyway.
She has to go get her daughter.

She's divorced.

We could both call
on her after mass.

The happiness I wish
for you this Christmas,

the happiness I seek for you
with this mass

that we celebrate together,

is a new and profound joy.

It's not the joy of times past,
of childhood memories,

of Christian customs
piously maintained,

but a living joy,
a joy for today.

This birth we celebrate

is not only the birth of Jesus.
It's our birth.

Something should be born
in each of us tonight.

Every man and every woman

is asked tonight to believe
in a fresh, pervasive joy...

for at this night's core
lies the guarantee of our hope.

We can't visit her tonight.

Her ex was in town.
They had financial matters to settle.

She's exhausted
and went to bed.

We'll go tomorrow.
- No, I don't know her.

You'll get to know each other.

She's a remarkable woman.
There aren't many like her.

You'll both be delighted
to meet each other.

Don't get ahead of yourself.

She's lived a secluded life
since her divorce.

She feels out of place
in her own crowd.

She's a pediatrician.
Her ex is a doctor too.

He was a professor here.
Now he's in Montpellier.

She's...

very beautiful.

Marry her.

No.
I mean, we discussed it.

But we don't get along well
on a day-to-day basis.

But we're still the best of friends.

I asked you to come because otherwise
I know she and I will make love.

Then I won't go.

No, do.

We'd only be doing it to pass the time,
and that's no solution for either of us.

Besides, I'm a puritan,
as you know.

More than me?

Much more.

Good evening, Teresa.

Such affection!
You're in rare form.

- We haven't seen other in ages.
- A whole week.

Have a seat.

So you haven't seen
each other in 15 years?

About 14, really.

- And you recognized each other?
- At once. He hasn't changed.

You neither.

Two cases
of protracted adolescence.

Is that a criticism
or a compliment?

Neither.
A simple statement of fact.

Yet we've led
very different lives.

He's had lots of adventures.

Tell me more.

No, it's just that I spent
a long time abroad.

In the wilds?

No, in very bourgeois cities.
Vancouver and Valpara�so.

Valpara�so is bourgeois?

At least, the people I mixed with
were as bourgeois

as people you might meet
in Lyons or Marseilles.

Or here.

One's always condemned
to the provinces.

I shouldn't say "condemned."
I actually prefer them.

But you want to leave Clermont.

Not the place - the people.
I'm tired of the same old faces.

Even mine?

I've decided to go.
If you love me, follow me.

- What if I did?
- I'd be very upset.

Is this any way
for a professor to behave?

Very well.
Let's be serious.

How was Christmas?
- Excellent.

My daughter was in seventh heaven
with all her presents.

- What did you do?
- I went to midnight mass.

- I knew it. You'll end up a priest.
- He dragged me there.

- Not really.
- No, I went willingly.

Are you a Catholic?

I mean, a practicing Catholic?

Yes.

- He doesn't look it, does he?
- Yes, he does.

- I can picture you as a boy scout.
- I was never that.

Yet I was a choir boy.

You'll end up a priest, I tell you.

I must say,
you both stink of holy water.

What about a drink?
Nothing? Really?

What about you?
- A little scotch.

I was never baptized.

She comes from a great family
of free-thinkers.

But you know, Maud, your sort of
irreligion is another form of religion.

I know that,
but I have the right to prefer it.

Had my family been Catholic,
I might have lapsed, like you,

whereas I'm faithful.
- It's easy to be faithful to nothing.

It's not nothing.
It's another way of looking at problems.

It has its principles,
sometimes very strict ones,

but it's free of preconceived notions -
- We know the patter.

Don't be rude.

Girls like you make me turn papist.
I don't like people without problems.

Because you're abnormal.
You should get psychoanalyzed.

Idiot.

Besides, I do have problems.
Very serious ones.

I understand being an atheist.
I'm one myself.

But Christianity's inherent
contradictions are fascinating.

Dialectic does nothing for me.

You've read Pascal, at least.

"Man is a thinking reed."
"The two infinities."

- "Cleopatra's nose."
- He's certainly not my favorite.

- Then I'm the odd man out here.
- Why? Haven't you read Pascal?

I've read him.

He hates Pascal, because Pascal
lashes out at phony Christians like him.

Is that true?

- He's the quintessential Jesuit.
- Let him defend himself.

I don't like Pascal

because he has a very particular
conception of Christianity,

condemned by the church,
by the way.

His Pens�es wasn't condemned.

But Jansenism was.
And he hasn't been canonized.

Good point.

Let someone else
get a word in!

You're such a pain!

You were saying?

Nothing.

No, I think there's another way
to look at Christianity.

As a scientist,
I respect Pascal,

but his condemnation
of science shocks me.

- He didn't condemn it.
- At the end of his life he did.

That wasn't exactly
a condemnation.

I mean, he didn't say -

I'm not expressing myself well.

For instance, our talking distracts us
from what we're eating.

We neglect this excellent
Chanturgue wine. My first taste of it.

Drunk only by the best
Clermont families.

If you say so.

- Old Catholic and Freemason families.
- That's enough now.

Pascal probably drank Chanturgue,
since he was born here.

I wouldn't criticize him
if he'd abstained.

I'm in favor of abstinence.
You could say I'm against giving up Lent.

It's just that Pascal paid
no attention to what he drank.

Even when he was ill and had
to follow a diet of finest-quality food,

he never remembered
what he'd eaten.

His sister Gilberte wrote how
he never said, "This is good."

Well, I say, "This is good!"

As a Christian, I say not to
acknowledge what's good is evil.

- Your argument's a bit thin.
- Not at all. It's very important.

Another thing about Pascal
that deeply shocks me:

He said marriage was
the lowest state in Christianity.

I find it pretty low too,
but not for the same reasons.

But Pascal's right.

You probably want to get married.
I do too.

But as a sacrament,
marriage ranks below priesthood.

I was thinking precisely of that
at mass the other day.

There was a girl
in front of me -

I should go to mass to find girls.

They can't be any worse
than at your party meetings.

Your words reveal your true nature
as a petit bourgeois.

That's right.

What about the pretty girl?

I didn't say she was pretty.

Well, she was quite pretty.

Actually, it was a young woman,
with her husband -

- Or lover.
- Stop it.

- They wore wedding rings.
- You took a good look.

Well, you see,

it's hard to find the proper words.

I'll stop now. You're laughing at me.
- Not at all.

I think it's great
to be obsessed with marriage.

It's entirely a function
of your age - our age.

That Christian couple was sublime.

What you mean is:
Religion enhances a woman.

Yes, and I see
nothing wrong in that.

Religion enhances love,
but love enhances religion as well.

What are you doing out of bed?

All right, come over here.

This is Marie.

- What do you want?
- Can I see the lights on the tree?

Now?

Give me a kiss.

See?

Are they pretty?

Is that enough?

Happy now?

Good. Now, back to bed.

Come on, sweetie.

Good night, everyone.

There must be
some Pascal around here.

Even in a Freemason's home.

What did I tell you?

Isn't there a specific reference
to mathematics

in the part about the wager?

"If there are not infinite chances
of losing compared to winning,

do not hesitate.
Stake it all.

You're obliged to play, so renounce
reason if you value your life."

Exactly.
That's mathematical hope.

It's always infinite with Pascal.

"Unless the probability of salvation is nil,
since infinity times zero equals zero."

So the argument is meaningless
for a confirmed nonbeliever.

But with the slightest grain of belief,
it becomes infinite again.

Then you must back the odds.

Yes, if I believe there's any probability
and that the gain is infinite.

And do you believe that?

Yes.

Yet you stake nothing.
You give up nothing.

- Sure, I give up some things.
- Not the Chanturgue wine.

It plays no part in this.
Why should I give it up?

What I don't like about Pascal's
wager is the calculated exchange,

like buying a lottery ticket.

Let's call it choosing. You have to choose
between the finite and the infinite.

When I choose the Chanturgue,
I'm not rejecting God.

That's not the choice.

What about girls?

Girls, maybe.

But not women in general.
Not the way I see it.

You still chasing after girls?

You used to.

When I met him,
he was quite the ladies' man.

You met me when I was ten.

I meant when we parted ways,
after graduation.

- You don't know what you're saying.
- Don't I? What about Marie-H�l�ne?

What a memory!

I have no idea
what became of her.

She became a nun.

- Who's this Marie-H�l�ne?
- A friend of mine.

- His mistress, to be precise.
- Really?

I won't deny I've had "mistresses,"
to use his term.

So there've been several?

I'm not here to tell my life story.
He's not my confessor.

I'm 34, and I've known
quite a few girls.

I don't claim to be
a model for anyone.

Besides, that proves nothing.
- I'm not trying to prove anything.

Yes, you are.
I shock you, I know.

I've had affairs with girls I loved
and thought of marrying,

but I've never just
slept with a girl.

It's not a moral stance.
I just don't see the point of it.

Yes, but let's suppose

that on your travels
you met a lovely girl

whom you knew
you'd never see again.

There are circumstances
in which it's difficult to resist.

I won't say God, but fate has kept me
from such circumstances.

I've never been lucky with amorous
flings. Remarkably unlucky.

I'm generally unlucky, but I've had
my share of one-night stands.

Once in Italy
with a Swedish girl,

once in Poland
with an English girl.

Those two nights are perhaps
the most beautiful memories of my life.

I'm all for affairs on journeys
or at conferences.

At least they're free
of bourgeois clinging.

In principle I'm against them.

But since no such thing
has ever happened to me -

But it could.

Be serious now.

If it did happen,
I take it you'd play along.

I was talking about the past.

You're really pushing me
to drag up the past.

I chased some girls,
but the past is the past.

But if tomorrow, or tonight,
a woman as lovely as Maud,

an amorous woman,
suggested or made it clear -

- You're not funny.
- Let me finish.

He's completely drunk. Must be
the Chanturgue, don't you think?

Let's hear your answer anyway.

In the past, yes.
Now, no.

Why?

I told you: I'm a convert.

Conversion really does exist.
Read Pascal.

I may be tactless,
but I trust my intuition.

This conversion of his
strikes me as highly dubious.

I sensed something
odd about him.

Sometimes he seems miles away.

As if he were thinking
of someone.

Not something.
Someone.

I wouldn't be surprised
if he were in love.

That's news to me.

- Blonde or brunette?
- I believe he prefers blondes.

Tell us.
It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm not in love.

Tell us.

In return
I'll tell you my life story.

- That could take a while.
- Over several sessions.

There is no one.
I love no one. Period.

Is she in Clermont?

Which implies
she exists somewhere.

I said no because
she doesn't exist at all.

Even if she did,
I have every right not to tell you.

We're not being very nice.

No, I'm enjoying this
more than you imagine.

Stop drinking.
I don't want to drive you home.

You wouldn't have to anyway.
He'd do it.

My friends,
here's what I propose:

As I've been quite exhausted, the doctor
has ordered plenty of rest in bed.

- The doctor being you?
- Who else?

But I'm not throwing you out.
Please stay. That's an order.

I'm not sleepy, and I enjoy
company around my bed.

- What about in it?
- Not you, that's for sure.

It'll be like a salon
from the olden days.

That's why I sleep in here.
I hate bedrooms.

I'm going. I'm tired.

- You can't do this to me.
- She wants to sleep.

Are you kidding?
It's all part of her little game.

I think she's up to something.

- Such as?
- You'll find out.

Stay.

You're drunk. I don't want
to be rude. I'm going to go.

I admit they dressed
more elegantly for salons.

You just wanted
to show off your legs.

Precisely.
My only means of seduction.

Only? Come now.
Let's say your principal means.

I'm a terrible exhibitionist.
It just comes over me.

Look all you like. It's all real.
- Careful you don't break your neck.

Is that a sailor's shirt?
- Yes, the real thing.

Practical and warm.

But I take it off before I go to sleep.
I always sleep naked.

I don't see how people can wear things
that get so twisted around.

You need to sleep more soundly.
Take a sedative.

They're very bad for you.

I only prescribe them
as a last resort.

Move down
so I can stretch my legs.

I love feeling your toes
through the bedspread.

It should make you
feel better too.

Sit down.

- Now, what were we talking about?
- Girls.

His girls.
- That's right.

He was going to tell us his adventures.
- No, you were.

You really shock me.

Me? He's the one
who told all these stories.

- Say it's all lies.
- No, it's not -

I thought a true Christian
remained chaste until marriage.

I don't pretend
to be a good example.

Anyway, between theory
and practice -

I know boys
who've never slept with a girl.

- Bald men or hunchbacks.
- Not necessarily.

I don't set myself up as an example,
and it was in the past -

Don't get angry.

The fact is,
I like you a lot.

No, really.
I like your frankness.

Such as it is.

- Do I really shock you?
- Very much.

It bothers me
to hear you say that.

My Christianity and my love affairs
are different, even conflicting matters.

Yet they coexist
in the same person.

It's a rather stormy coexistence.

This may come
as another shock,

but pursuing girls
does not estrange one from God

any more than pursuing
mathematics, for example.

Coming back to Pascal,
not only did he condemn good food,

but at the end of his life,
he even condemned mathematics.

I'm actually more -
No.

You're more
Pascalian than me.

Maybe.

Mathematics
turns you away from God.

It's a useless, intellectual diversion -
worse than other diversions.

Why worse?

Because it's completely abstract,
and thus inhuman.

Whereas women...

I'd like to write
about Pascal and women.

He was very interested in women,

but in fact we don't know if his
Discourse on Love is apocryphal...

Could you open the window?
It's smoky in here.

Or whether he even
"knew" women.

"Knew" in the Biblical sense,

though I find that
a stupid expression.

"To know someone
in the Biblical sense."

It's snowing.

It looks phony.

I don't much care for snow.

It's phony kids' stuff.

I detest things
that remind one of childhood.

Because you have
a deeply twisted mind.

Back to bed now.
You'll catch cold

Go to bed yourself, you brute.

It's late. I'll be going.

- Where do you live?
- Ceyrat, but I have my car.

- You'll get killed.
- I'm not afraid of a bit of snow.

It's most dangerous
when it's falling.

A friend of mine was killed that way.
I've been traumatized ever since.

You can sleep in the next room.

Please, or I'll never
get to sleep from worrying.

I think I left my window
open at home.

The snow must be pouring in.
I should go.

- I'll go with you.
- No, you stay.

- I'll give you a call.
- Did you forget about tomorrow?

- That's right. What time?
- Noon.

- What about your daughter?
- She'll be with her father.

Will you come with us?
- Where?

A trip with friends to the mountains.
Lunch at an inn.

It'll be even nicer in the snow.

I really am used to driving in snow.
There's absolutely no danger.

This type of snow
is very treacherous.

- I'll go so you can get some sleep.
- Stay for a moment.

Please.

You really want me to?

All right, go home.
Good-bye!

I'm just confused.

I'd been warned that -

Don't be angry,

but I was told that people
here are overly polite.

There's some truth to that,
but at the moment that describes you.

I mean what I say.

If I want you to go,
I'll say so.

You did say so...

but I'll stay for a moment.

- You really do shock me.
- So you've said.

No one's ever disturbed me
as much as you have.

Religion has always left me cold.
I'm neither for nor against it.

But people like you prevent me
from ever taking it seriously.

All you're really worried about
is your respectability.

Staying in a woman's room
after midnight - that's just terrible.

The fact your staying might comfort me
when I'm feeling a bit lonely,

the fact we might go beyond
convention and make real contact,

even if we were
never to meet again -

none of this
would ever occur to you.

I find that stupid,

and not very Christian.

It's got nothing to do with religion.
I just thought you might be tired.

Do you still think so?

No. You see I'm still here.

What bothers me about you
is that you dodge the issue.

You refuse
to assume responsibility.

You're both a shamefaced Christian
and a shamefaced Don Juan.

That's a bit much.
- That's not true.

I was in love.
That's very different.

I've loved two or three women in my life.
Okay, maybe four.

I lived with each of them
for several years.

Maybe I wasn't madly in love.

Actually, maybe I was.

And they loved me back,
though I don't mean to boast.

No false modesty.

I mean, I don't think love
can be real unless it's mutual.

That's why I believe
in a certain predestination.

My affairs were fine,
and it's fine that they fizzled out.

- Did you end them?
- No. And neither did they.

It was circumstances.

You should have overcome them.

These couldn't be overcome.

I know, you can
always overcome things,

but it would have been
pointless, quite senseless.

No, it was impossible.

Sometimes it's better
that things be impossible.

You understand?

Very well.

It strikes me as quite human,
but not very Christian.

But as I said before,
Christian or not is not what matters.

Let's set religion aside for now.

Women have taught me a lot,
morally speaking.

I know "women" sounds -
- A little vulgar.

It would be idiotic to generalize
from individual cases,

but each girl I met posed
a new moral challenge

that I'd been unaware of
or never had to face concretely before.

I was forced to assume certain
attitudes that were good for me,

that shook me
out of my moral lethargy.

You could have concentrated
on the moral and ignored the physical.

But the moral aspect would
never even have arisen if -

Oh, sure,
you can always do anything.

But the physical and the moral
are inseparable. Let's face it.

Perhaps it was
a snare set by the devil.

Then I fell in it.
Yes, in a way I fell right in it.

Otherwise I'd be a saint.

- Don't you want to be a saint?
- Not at all.

Can I believe my ears?

I thought every Christian
was to aspire to sainthood.

What I mean is,
I can't be a saint.

What a defeatist attitude.
What about grace?

I ask that grace might
let me glimpse the possibility.

Rightly or wrongly,

since not everyone
can be a saint,

I'm apparently
among those who cannot.

Given my nature,
my hopes, my potential,

even my mediocrity

and my halfheartedness -
which I know God spurns -

I can achieve, if not bliss,

at least a certain justness

in the scriptural sense of the term.

I'm a man of the times,
and religion acknowledges the times.

I'm by no means a Jansenist.

- I never said you were.
- You or Vidal did.

- He talks rubbish.
- To get a rise out of me.

He was really loaded tonight.
I've never seen him like that before.

Would you pass me
my cigarettes?

Do you know each other well?

We hadn't seen
each other in 14 years,

but we were very close at one time,
even after high school.

- You weren't very nice tonight.
- Not very nice?

Oh, I can be mean too.

Very mean.

The poor man will lie awake
brooding about the two of us together.

- He insisted on leaving.
- Pure bravado.

You can be a bit dim sometimes,
can't you?

Didn't he tell you
he was in love with me?

He said he admired you
and felt great friendship for you.

He's very discreet.
He's actually a very nice guy.

But he lacks humor -
in how he lives his life, I mean.

I know I make him suffer,
but I can't help it.

He's not my type at all.

I was stupid enough to sleep
with him once casually.

I'm very hard to please
when it comes to men.

It's not just the physical aspect,
and he's smart enough to know that.

I know why he brought you
here tonight.

To test me?
No, I doubt that.

No, it's more that

he wanted some reason
to hate and despise me.

He likes to look
on the black side.

Anyway, where were we?

You're really not sleepy?

Not at all.

And you?

You're really sure?

I'd tell you if I was.

It's been ages
since I talked like this to anyone.

It feels good.

Still, it strikes me

that you've got
a very tortuous mind.

Tortuous?

I thought a Christian
was judged by his deeds.

You don't seem to attach
much importance to them.

Oh, but I do.
Enormous importance.

Although what counts for me
is not one deed,

but an entire life.

Every life is made
of whole cloth.

By that I mean
I've never had to ask myself,

"Should I sleep
with this girl or not?"

I simply chose ahead of time
a certain way to live.

Could you please get me
a glass of water?

Although it's disappearing now,
one thing I dislike about the church

is this bookkeeping aspect,
good deeds versus sins.

Purity of heart
is the important thing.

If you're really in love with one girl,
you don't want to sleep with another.

There's no problem.

Why do you laugh?
- No reason.

So it's true then.
- What?

You're in love.

In love? With whom?

I don't know.
The blonde. The one and only.

Have you found her?
- No. I already told you.

Stop being so secretive.
Do you want to get married?

- Like everyone else.
- More. Admit it.

Why are you so anxious
to marry me off?

Maybe I'm a matchmaker at heart.
Some women are.

- And I flee them like the plague.
- So how will you meet your wife?

I don't know.

A personal ad.

"Engineer, 34, Catholic,
medium height..."

"...good-looking, has car and seeks
blonde practicing Catholic."

You've given me an idea.

Lots of people
get married that way.

No, I'm just kidding.
I'm in no hurry.

- You want to sow more wild oats.
- No, certainly not.

So if you found her today,

you'd marry her on the spot
and swear eternal fidelity.

Absolutely.

- You sure you'd be faithful?
- Of course.

- What if she was unfaithful?
- If she loved me, she'd be faithful.

- Love isn't eternal.
- My sort of love is.

If there's one thing
I can't understand, it's infidelity.

If only out of self-regard,
I couldn't go back on my word.

When I take a wife,
my love will stand the test of time.

If I stopped loving her.
I'd despise myself.

- You're right. That's self-regard.
- I said it might be.

Not "might be." It is.
So you don't allow for divorce?

So you damn me outright.

Not at all.
You're not a Catholic.

I respect all religions,
as well as people who have none.

I'm speaking for myself,
that's all.

I'm sorry if I offended you.

You didn't offend me.

Why did you divorce?

I don't know.

Well, actually I do.
We just didn't get along.

It became clear very quickly:
A simple matter of temperament.

Maybe you could have
worked it out.

My ex is a very fine man
in every respect.

I'll always have
the highest regard for him.

But he got on my nerves
at a very deep level.

In what way?
Was he like me?

No, you don't get
on my nerves at all.

It would never have occurred
to me to marry you,

even in my wildest youth.

But you lived together.
You had a daughter together.

So? Do you think bickering parents
are good for a child?

Besides,
there was something else.

You sure you want
to hear my life story?

I had a lover,

and my husband had a mistress.

Curiously enough,
she was your type:

Very upstanding, very Catholic.

Not hypocritical or calculating.
Very sincere.

Even so,
I hated her like poison.

I think she was crazy about him.
He has that effect on women.

I was crazy about him too.

I tried everything to break it up.
It was my one good deed.

I don't think she would
have married him.

That's why I was amused when you
spoke of insurmountable circumstances.

I suspect
she thought the same way.

And your lover?

Ah, well.

It just proves how unlucky I am.

When I actually have a chance
to succeed, it doesn't happen.

I was sure I'd found
the man of my life.

Someone attracted to me,

whom I found attractive
in every way.

Another doctor, very brilliant,
full of passion for life.

I've never known anyone...

whose sheer presence
was such a joy.

He died just like that,
in a car crash.

He skidded on the ice.

That's fate for you.

Is it still snowing?

That's all in the past.
What's done is done.

It's been a year now.

You've become pensive.

I'm sorry if I spoke lightly earlier.

I'm always taking a wretchedly
selfish point of view.

Your point of view interests me.

Otherwise I'd have
said good night long ago.

It's late.
Where's this room you mentioned?

Nowhere.

- There's no other room?
- Sure there is.

My office, my waiting room,
my daughter's room, the maid's room.

The maid is Spanish
and very prim.

Did Vidal know this?

Of course.
That's why he left in a huff.

Don't be childish.
Lie beside me.

On the spread.
Or under it, if I'm not too repulsive.

- I'll take the armchair.
- You'll end up twisted into knots.

Are you afraid?

Of yourself? Or me?

I swear I won't touch you.

Besides, I thought
you had self-control.

May I take this blanket?

Would you please
turn out the lights?

Idiot.

You're going to be cold.

I'll see.

No! I prefer people
who know what they want.

- Leaving without saying good-bye?
- Just getting my coat.

Don't see me out.
You'll catch cold.

Will you come along
this afternoon?

Please do, or Vidal will chatter on.
Be a sport.

You really want me to?

Besides, it won't just be us.
A girl you might like will be there.

A blonde.

So you'll come then?
At noon?

All right, I'll try.

Coffee, please.

- Did I wake you up?
- How are you?

Wanna come skiing?

I'm leaving in half an hour.

No, I'm meeting -

I know I should have some line,
but they always sound so stupid.

How can I get a chance
to know you?

You'd know better than me.

No, otherwise I wouldn't have
followed you against all my principles.

One shouldn't go
against one's principles.

But I do sometimes.
Do you?

- Yes, but I'm sorry afterwards.
- I'm not.

And if I abandon my principles,
it's for something really worthwhile.

Anyway, I have no principles.
I mean, about -

How to get to know people?

I mean, it's silly to miss out on meeting
someone just because of principles.

Assuming the person
in question is worth meeting.

We'll find out.

You're not the type
to leave things up to chance.

No, my life's made up
of nothing but chance.

I don't get that impression.

That thing looks dangerous
in this weather.

I'm used to it, and I only use it in town.
I take the bus home.

- Where do you live?
- Saulzet, near Ceyrat.

When can I see you again?

- Next time we meet.
- We never will.

Yes, we will.

How about tomorrow?
I didn't see you last Sunday.

I stayed home to work.
That was an exception.

Good. And we'll have lunch
together afterwards.

Maybe. We'll see.

Good-bye.
Hurry now, or you'll catch cold.

- We're going!
- We'll meet you at the car!

Okay.

You look Ukrainian!

- I hope those two hurry up.
- You never know.

Good thing you came.

Otherwise I'd have been
a third wheel with those two.

- Did you think I'd come?
- Why wouldn't you have?

I nearly didn't.

but I keep my promises.

- Are you sorry you came?
- Not at all.

I've never had such a good time.

- Really?
- Can't you tell?

- I feel so good with you.
- You'd feel better with the blonde.

Who? Vidal's blonde?

Absolutely not.

One chooses
the lesser of two evils.

Your lips are cold.

So are yours.
I like it.

In keeping with your feelings.

True. That was a strictly
friendly kiss.

If only it were.

Don't you believe
in my friendship?

I don't know you.

True, we haven't even spent
a full 24 hours together,

yet I feel like
I've known you for ages.

Don't you?

Maybe. We got down
to intimacies very quickly.

I can't seem to stop talking
these last few days.

Like I need
to pour my heart out.

You need to get married.

To whom?

Your blonde.

- She doesn't exist.
- Is that so?

What if I were to marry you?
What do you say?

- I don't meet the requirements.
- What requirements?

Blonde, Catholic.

- Who said blonde?
- Vidal.

- He doesn't know.
- Catholic, in any case.

- Yes.
- See?

- I might convert you.
- Fat chance. Especially you.

Is the answer yes?
Look how well we go together.

We're perfectly at ease
with each other.

Why not?
You're as good as Vidal.

But you wouldn't marry him.

God forbid! Though I've done
stupider things in my life.

He seems resigned
to the situation.

He'd better be.

I wonder what got
into him yesterday.

Actually, he pushed you
into my arms to protect himself.

But I'm not in your arms.

A mere detail.
You've cured him.

You did a good deed.
That way your conscience is clear.

It is anyway.

There they are.

How about a drink?

No, I have shopping to do.
It's the maid's day off.

Will you come with me?
We can have dinner afterwards.

- I have to leave by 10:00.
- 9:30. I need my sleep.

I'll call you.

Shall we get that drink?
Are you in a hurry?

It was nice of you to call.

Are you leaving tonight?

You still have some pajamas
and things here, you know.

Okay, I'll keep them.
They could come in handy.

You know who that was?

My husband.

He's really very nice.
He's found me a practice in Toulouse.

A very attractive offer.

Did you know
I was leaving Clermont?

Yes, you mentioned that.
When?

Sooner than I expected.
In about a month.

Wasn't that nice of him?
- Of your husband?

My ex-husband.

He's a very nice man.
Too bad we couldn't get along.

He came on business
and to see our little girl.

Did he remarry?

- Why do you ask?
- No reason.

So you're leaving me?

You know what I think?

These 24 hours
we've spent together now

are both a long time
and no time at all.

Not even an entire day.
You were unfaithful to me this morning.

I hate leaving people.
I'm faithful, even to you.

Ideally one should never
have to leave people.

One shouldn't be obliged to forget.
One should love one girl and no other,

not even platonically.

Especially not platonically.

Thanks to you, I've taken a step
on the path to sainthood.

As I said, women always
aid my moral progress.

Even in the whorehouses
of Vera Cruz?

I've never been to one there,
in Valparaiso, or anywhere.

- I meant Valpara�so.
- You got a match?

Anyway, it might have done you good
both physically and morally.

You think so?

You idiot.

What bothers me
is your lack of spontaneity.

I've laid my heart bare.
What more do you want?

I don't much care for this business
of love with conditions attached.

I didn't specify any conditions.

I said one should love one woman only.
That's not a condition.

It's not that.

I mean your way of calculating,
planning ahead, classifying.

"Above all, my wife must be Catholic.
Love will follow in due course."

Not at all.

I just think it's easier to love
if there are shared beliefs.

For example, I could marry you,
but love would be lacking.

From your side

as well as mine.

You'd really marry me?

Were you married in church?

Then in the eyes of the church,
you weren't married.

We could marry in grand style.

It'd make me a bit uneasy,

but no need
to be holier than the pope.

You're such a Jesuit.
I have to laugh.

- So I'm not a Jansenist?
- I don't get that feeling.

Good. Jansenists
are a mournful bunch.

You're a happy soul,
in spite of appearances.

I'm happy around you.

- And around others?
- A drag. Really.

If I'm happy with you,
it's because we'll never meet again.

Now I've heard everything!

The thought of the future needn't
depress us, since we have none.

Yes, but surely
we'll meet again sometime?

Maybe not... or very rarely.

Is that a premonition?

Just a logical deduction:
You're leaving.

Not right away.

And I'm going to be very busy.

- Business or love affairs?
- Love affairs, of course.

So it's true.

I love teasing you.
Anyway, you'll be the last to know.

So there's something to know.

If it makes you happy.

Shall we talk on the phone?

- You call me.
- All right.

See? Just this morning
we spoke of chance.

You recognized me
from that far off?

Even with 10-to-1 odds against,
I'd have stopped.

Well, it is me.

- You going home on that?
- I missed my bus.

- I'll take you.
- Please don't bother.

I insist. It's too dangerous
in this weather.

Besides, it's on my way.

Get in.

- What do you study?
- Biology.

But I also work in a lab.
That's why I'm not off on vacation.

Do you like the work?

I was good at math, but I couldn't see
teaching or being an engineer.

- What about medicine?
- No, that's no job for me either.

You really live in the country.

No, it's in a village,
a house rented to students.

There on the right.

Careful.
It's bound to be icy.

You're right.

- Can we make it?
- I'm afraid not.

What shall we do?

- Don't be afraid.
- Watch out for the wall.

I'm afraid I'll get stuck.

- I'm stuck. I can't move.
- We can walk the rest of the way.

Everyone's away.
You can sleep in a spare room.

Will you come?

- Is it far?
- No, right there.

You think I can leave
the car like this?

No one can get through anyway.
We'll get help tomorrow.

Careful, it's slippery.

This is my place.

So...

- Do you smoke?
- No, but go ahead.

I don't have a match.

Would you like some tea?

I'd love some.

- Can I help?
- No, don't bother.

There's nothing to it.

I make very good tea.
One of my rare talents.

All right. Go ahead.

Where's the tea?

Don't put it in yet!

I thought you had to let it boil.

It's nice here.
It feels homey.

I've got a furnished place...

with a kitchen I hardly ever use.

Think I could rent a room here?
- It's full. And it's students only.

- Boys?
- Boys and girls. It's not boarding school.

Then I'll enroll at the university.
Sign me up for next year.

Have you been
in Clermont long?

Three months.
I work at Michelin.

Before that
I was in Canada and Chile.

I had doubts about coming here,
but I like it.

Clermont's
not a depressing place.

- The town or the people?
- The town. I don't know the people.

Are they nice?

The few I know.
Otherwise I wouldn't know them.

Do you see them often?

At the moment I'm a bit lonely,
but that's just due to circumstances.

Why?

External circumstances.
Friends who went away.

It's of no interest.

- To you or me?
- You.

But you must have
colleagues at work.

I don't make friends easily.

I think it's silly to be friends with someone
just because he works with you.

Don't you agree?

In a way, but -

No, you're right.

Was I wrong to approach you?

No, but I might have
sent you packing.

The fact you didn't
just shows how lucky I am.

Maybe I was wrong not to.

It's the first time I've let anyone
approach me on the street.

It's the first time
I ever approached a stranger.

Good thing I didn't stop to think.
I'd have gotten cold feet.

The water's boiling.

Let me do it.
I enjoy it.

You're laughing at me.

No, I'm learning.

That's not much.

- You like it strong?
- Not too strong.

People always put in too much.

It's crucial to let it brew
for seven minutes.

That long?

It says so
right on the container.

Don't you ever read
the instructions?

You'll poison yourself
one of these days.

Do you mind me
going on about my luck?

No, and you don't
go on about it.

Yes, I do.

I like to make the most
of chance opportunities.

But I'm only lucky
with worthy causes.

I doubt I'd have any luck
committing a crime.

So you have no problems
with your conscience?

Very few.

Do you?

I'm the opposite.
Success makes me slightly suspicious.

That's called sinning against hope.
Very serious.

Don't you believe in grace?

But that's not grace.
Grace isn't about material success.

I'm not necessarily talking
about material things.

If grace is given to us merely
to shore up a clear conscience,

if it's undeserved,
just an excuse to justify everything -

- You're quite a Jansenist.
- Not at all.

Unlike you, I don't believe
in predestination.

I believe we're free to choose
at every moment of our lives,

even if God aids us
in our choice.

I make choices too.

It just so happens that
my choices are always easy.

That's been my experience.

Sugar?

Choices don't have to be agonizing,
but they can be.

You misunderstand me.

I don't just choose
what happens to please me.

It seems to be
for my moral good.

For instance, a girl I loved
didn't love me, and she married another.

In the end it was good
she married him and not me.

Yes, if she loved him.

I mean good for me,
because I didn't really love her.

He left his wife and children for her.
I had no wife or children to leave.

But she knew that if I'd had a family,
I wouldn't have left them.

So my misfortune
was really a stroke of luck.

Because you have principles
that took precedence over love.

She knew that for you
the choice was already made.

But I had no choice to make.
She left me.

Because she knew
your principles.

But if she'd had a husband and children
and wanted to leave them for you,

then you'd have had to choose.

No. Luck was on my side.

It's getting late, isn't it?
I'll show you your room.

TRUE AND FALSE CONVERSION,
OR ATHEISM DEBATED

Excuse me.
I still have no matches.

They're on the mantelpiece.

Keep them.

It's 9... 30.

Come in.

Did you sleep well?

It was tough at first.

It's late.
Did you forget your rendezvous?

With a girl. At church.

That's right. It's Sunday.

I have to see to my car.
- We'll get someone to help.

I should clean up at home first.

You're fine as you are.
Come and have some tea.

It's a good thing
I brought you home.

Despite your rough night?

You mean I look that bad?

Why are you laughing?

No reason.

- You seem the cheerful type.
- I am. Aren't you?

Not terribly.
Depends on who I'm with.

I feel very comfortable with you.

Fran�oise,
do you realize I love you?

- Don't say that.
- Why?

You don't know me.

I'm never wrong about people.

I might disappoint you.

Don't say that.

Let's go.

Christianity is not a moral code.

It's a way of life.

It's an adventure,

the most splendid adventure of all:

An adventure in sanctity.

I don't shut my eyes
to the fact...

that one must be mad
to become a saint,

and that many of those
now canonized...

were wary of the path
unfolding before them,

this progression

that carried them along
to holiness.

But beyond our fears...

we must have faith

in Our Lord, Jesus Christ,

a faith that surpasses
the wildest hopes of man,

a faith that simply reminds us
that God loves us,

and that this man, this saint,

that we are asked to become,

this man is,
on the one hand,

governed
by the difficulties of life,

of existence,
of living the life of man,

with his passions,
his weakness, his tenderness.

But on the other hand,
he wants to follow Jesus Christ.

Is the doctor there, please?

Gone for good?

She'll be back on Friday?
Thank you.

- How are you?
- You know each other?

Yes.

It's a small town.

Anyway, why haven't you called,
you so-and-so?

I tried you two days ago.

I was in Toulouse
until yesterday.

I have a message for you:
Our lady friend is leaving.

- Is she gone?
- Not yet.

I went to check out Toulouse with her.
We just got back.

She'll be leaving again soon,
without me.

- When?
- Tomorrow, I think.

Everything came together
very quickly.

Is she at home tonight?
I'll give her a call.

Happy New Year.

- You know him?
- He's on the philosophy faculty.

- You don't take philosophy.
- It's a small town.

Anyway,
we hardly know each other.

Is he a friend of yours?
- An old school pal.

- What have you got against him?
- Nothing.

We hardly know each other.
That's all.

- What would you wish for?
- That we'd always known each other.

Me too.

Though I feel like
I've always known you,

that you've always been
a part of my life.

Feelings can be deceptive.

So what if they are?

Besides, I know I'm not wrong.

Kiss me.

You don't want to kiss me?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

- You're acting strange.
- No, I'm being sensible.

Listen, Fran�oise.

I'm 34, you're 22,
and we're acting like 15-year-olds.

Don't you trust me anymore?

You think I'm not serious?

You are, yes.

Well, then?

I have a lover.

You have a lover... now?

I mean, I did until recently.

You love him?

I did.

- Who is it?
- You don't know him.

Don't worry.
It's not Vidal.

Did he leave you?

No, it's more
complicated than that.

He's married.

You know I respect you
and your independence.

If you don't love me -
- Are you crazy?

I mean, if you're not sure.

But I am.
You're the one I love.

What about him?

I loved him.
I was crazy.

I could say I've forgotten him,

but you can't ever really forget
someone you've loved.

I saw him
just before you and I met.

Do you see him often?

No, he left Clermont.

It's all over.

We'll never see
each other again.

Listen...

we can take
as much time as you'd like.

But if you think I love or respect you
any less now, you're wrong.

First, because I have
no right to judge.

And also because
I must say...

I'm glad.

It's true.

I felt a bit
conscience-stricken myself.

I've had affairs,
some of them long-lasting.

This way we're even.

- But they weren't married.
- So?

And it was far away,
in America.

I have another confession:
The very morning we met,

I'd just left a girl's place.

I'd slept with her.

Let's never bring
the subject up again.

Okay? Let's never
talk about it again.

It's you!

Have you been here long?
- We just arrived.

You're the last person
I expected to run into.

But we come here every year.

- You haven't changed.
- Neither have you.

Do you know my wife?

Yes. I mean, by sight.

Congratulations.
Why didn't you send an announcement?

- I didn't know your address.
- You could have called before I left.

I think I tried.

No use lying. I have an excellent memory.
You deserted me shamelessly.

Anyway, you must
have had your reasons.

I'll catch up.

So it was her.

How strange.
I should have guessed.

- "Her"?
- Your wife, Fran�oise.

I never spoke to you about her.

Not much, you didn't!
Your fianc�e, the blonde Catholic.

I have a good memory.
- But I didn't even know her then.

Why lie?

I met her the very day
after that evening at your place.

Evening?
Night, you mean.

Our night. You never stopped
talking about her.

Has she mentioned me?

You're just as secretive as ever.

Well, let's not stir up those cold ashes.
That was all long ago.

- It's amazing. You haven't changed a bit.
- Neither have you.

And yet it all seems
so long ago.

No longer than
anything else, really.

By the way, I got married again.
- Congratulations.

Thanks, but none called for.
It's not going well.

I don't know how I manage
to have so little luck with men.

It's nice to see you again...

even if it was to find out -

Enough.
I'm boring you with all this.

Will you be here long?

No, we're leaving tonight.

Do you ever visit Clermont?

Never.
Do you visit Toulouse?

Never.

But who knows?
Maybe in another five years.

Yes, in another five years.

Hurry now. Your wife will think
I'm telling you awful stories.

She sends her regards.

She and her husband
are catching the boat tonight.

I didn't realize
you knew each other.

When she left Clermont,
I'd only just met you.

She says we haven't changed.

Neither has she.

It's amazing how little
people change in five years.

I couldn't pretend not to recognize her.
Besides, she's a very nice person.

You know...

when I met you,
I'd just come from her place, but -

I was about to say,
"But nothing happened"

when I suddenly realized

that Fran�oise didn't fear
what she might learn about me,

but something
I might have discovered about her,

something which was only
dawning on me

at that very moment.

So I said instead...

Yes, she was my last fling.

Strange running into her
of all people, isn't it?

I find it quite funny.

Anyway,
that was long, long ago,

and we said we'd never
bring it up again.

That's right.
It's of absolutely no importance.

Shall we go for a swim?

How about a swim?