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Salomé Lerner, your book opens on a surprising metaphor on life,

a long, symbolic road in the rain.

You've taken care to quote Stendhal:

"All novels are mirrors wandering along a great road,

"reflecting both the blue skies and swamplands of this world."

But haven't you gone too far?

Won't it put the reader off? Is it still literature?

It seems more like a film, or even music.

Instead of 10 chapters, your book comprises 4 movements...

I admit I wrote this novel thinking it could become a film...

As for the musical structure...

a piano took my brother from me in 1943,

a piano brought him back in 1985.

Did you have a cast in mind when you wrote it?

That choice should be left to a director. But I'd like to suggest:

Annie Girardot to play Héléne, Jean-Louis Trintignant as Roland,

Richard Anconina as Vincent.

And yourself age 20?

I'd be pleased with Evelyne Bouix.

And the pianist, who led you to write this novel?

Erik Berchot himself.

He bears a striking resemblance to my brother.

I'm still dubious on this reincarnation question,

but when I read,

"One day in 1920 my father...

"entered a pharmacy on rue Batignolles,"

although I'm not a director,

I visualized Michel Piccoli and Françoise Fabian.

A love story for piano, orchestra and camera.

Sarah.

Sir?

It's urgent, Miss!

"Doctor prescribes you 3 times a day."

Are you mad?

Almost... I'm a psychiatrist.

Are you free for dinner?

Yes, sir, I'll take care of you...

It needs preparation.

That's all right, I have plenty of time...

Have we met?

In a way...

Recognize me?

Never saw you before!

I've been sending you patients for 6 months.

I have them cross Paris,

even though there's a pharmacy next to my office.

Where is that?

Next to the pharmacy you left 6 months ago.

What's your name?

Simon, and you're Sarah.

And I don't object to our children...

having names that begin with S.

Er, yes, er, no, you will not find this item in a pharmacy.

There's a 2nd prescription inside.

You see.

There's something inside...

No one knows what it is.

It's a secret, a talisman.

Thank you my love.

What about you two?

Well, the first time...

Kiss me too...

- You never kiss me! - Yes, I do!

Tell us! How did it happen?

I don't know, I was asleep.

I was reckless.

- I raped him. - Really?

He wouldn't kiss me for two years.

So I got fed up...

and did something naughty.

It's a great story.

Go on, Héléne, tell them!

It started to get to me, so...

Where are we?

We're here.

What are you doing here, Miss?

I live here.

Good morning Doctor.

What...

two years on the same surgical team.

Not one dinner invitation!

Really?

SQ?

As your anesthetist

I felt the best way to open your eyes was to put you to sleep!

Anesthesia is dangerous!

That's right, but I have a diploma!

It's true, really.

How did you react when you woke up?

After the anesthesia I was really out of it!

But I thought it was quite nice.

A hair.

It's yours.

- You're overreacting. - Why a war?

We shouldn't get caught up in this war obsession.

It's not an obsession, it's here!

War has always existed.

Every year I feel something... Not war, but a catastrophe...

I feel as though...

I guess it's because summer's ending...

Why should there be a war? Why?

He looked like my brother and shared his passion for Rachmaninov...

You wrote: "That night Erik Berchot...

"played what my brother had played all his life."

Yes.

So you think that he is your brother's reincarnation.

You're putting my father's words in my mouth.

Who first made Jews wear stars?

Hitler?

You're cold!

- Pétain? - Freezing!

It was good King Saint-Louis!

"In 1269 King Saint-Louis

"required that Jews wear a round piece of cloth

"called a 'rouelle'.

"Thereafter King Jean Le Bon imposed a tax on that 'rouelle',

"just as today Jews have to hand in a ration stamp

"to obtain their star."

Should I marry Angela?

Wait till after the war!

The war's an excuse!

You must live twice to play well.

Did Mozart have previous lives?

Yes, he was learning!

In some lives you learn,

in others you live.

Héléne!

Nice day.

You want to speak to Sarah?

Was your father serious when he spoke of reincarnation?

While observing his patients he built up a strange theory:

"Madness is a painful passage between two lives,

"genius comes after that passage, when previous experience

"can be used in the next life."

His view on age is amazing:

"He didn't see people as 20 or 50,

"but saw them in their 2nd, 7th, or 30th lives."

What are you waiting for? Come out here!

Did you get the chickens, the eggs and butter?

What happened? Anna?

When did we send that parcel?

Ten days ago.

But that's impossible!

Here comes Roland...

back from his hospital in Dijon.

It's Sarah...

Give them my love.

Did you see a folder I forgot this morning?

I put it in the closet.

I'm a prisoner in his dream château!

Maybe I should send you ration stamps instead?

Vincent is fine.

The air here is good for him, and the villagers are nice.

See how late it is?

It's Salomé.

The janitor told the Gestapo.

What's that?

The piano!

How do you know?

From Henri.

Who was Henri?

The janitor's son. He was in love with me.

Denunciation is the main theme of your book,

in the words of historian Henri Amouroux it's a "cancer of the souls".

Did she inform on you because of the piano?

My brother's practicing may have gotten on her nerves.

- Today? - Just now!

Henri always was a nice boy.

We'll go on a trip...

I've been cut off from Paris.

Trocadero, 30-15.

A half-hour wait...

Vincent!

Between the towers? You can't!

Why not?

Just asking.

I haven't decided yet.

You'd better not.

Why shouldn't he?

It frightens me, let's forget it. Get a haircut!

I got one yesterday.

Be serious, I mean one like your father's.

Why is it so difficult?

One tower is lower than the other.

Going up is easy, but going down is dangerous...

I don't know what I'll do.

Walking down's great. I'm not sure... I might try...

If I do, I promise I'll go slow...

There's no answer...

They must've gone out.

At last!

I've been trying to get you...

They're at the station.

What's going on?

They were denounced!

Don't hesitate, take the first train!

It's no trouble at all.

- Weren't they on the train? - No!

- And the next? - Tomorrow morning.

Something must've happened!

Look!

The arrow said rain today, so I covered them...

Don't ever do that to me, Roland!

You're all very welcome here.

They must be hungry.

Almost better than Paris!

You're safe here, just don't go out.

There's coffee!

Come on! Breakfast's ready.

What'll we do?

- What's going on? - Keep them busy!

The Germans!

Your papers!

We'll phone right away.

It's a mistake!

According to Salomé's father, a psychiatrist,

we have lives for learning and lives for living.

Where are you now, B.H. Lévy?

If I were modest, as I should be,

I'd say a life of learning.

Actually, I'm living a full life

and enjoying myself at the same time!

Assuming you believe in reincarnation, isn't it alarming

to think others before you lived miserable lives...

so that one day you would have the talent to write bestsellers?

Doesn't that disturb you?

No, I feel I'm living my first life,

whether I'm writing, walking, loving, or just breathing...

I feel I'm doing it for the first time.

But striving to be unique... means pride,

whereas reincarnation is modesty,

in that we're the result of our predecessors...

This chapel dates from the 15th century.

It bears the colors of the overlords de la Roche and Thorey.

These beautiful frescoes represent Christ and the Apostles.

And above Christ, a small window

enabled the overlord to attend mass from his apartments.

During the War the chapel was the scene of a comical occurrence

that could have been tragic.

I can't resist telling you the story...

Hurry!

Don't just stand there! Come on!

The gentlemen wish to visit.

My son Vincent.

We were told you have a 15th century chapel...

May we see it?

You're standing in it right now!

This is the chapel.

Of course there have been many changes since the 15th century!

- Is this it? - That's right.

And the door?

That door leads to the old sacristy...

Sometimes we let the villagers pray there...

- May we visit? - Certainly!

Very nice!

That gentleman should take his hat off when he prays.

Legend has it that the overlords

would shoot an arrow to see what each day would bring.

If it hit the sun or center it was a good sign.

If it hit the clouds it meant problems.

The storm circle could mean anything:

Love, death, money, or illness.

Flames meant a bad day.

One had to spin the target and shoot before it stopped.

This was the tradition until 1945,

when Vincent Riviére, the last owner,

gave the château to the state.

I thought of my days as a young girl.

Ah! Scarlett O'Hara in World War II!

All girls think they're Scarlett. I imagined the château as Tara.

After 40 years of serious, political writing,

what made you pour out your emotions in this book?

And if I was wrong for 40 years?

You were more impressed by people torn apart by war,

than by enemies who fought it.

Absolutely!

I'd like a close-up of your medallion.

Can you tell us what's inside?

Survival, perhaps.

But survival and reincarnation are vague.

Would you like to elaborate?

I'll try to in my next book.

The pianist Erik Berchot is unaware of all this, isn't he?

Not if he's watching!

Salomé's here!

Was the informer from here?

The letter said so.

A poison pen?

Did they take you to Paris?

Yes,

but I didn't go home.

And these clothes?

Red Cross, the Americans.

Did you get the parcel I sent to the Dijon authorities?

No.

We thought it was a normal arrest...

Normal, I mean...

It's all over now, Salomé.

We're here.

Don't be afraid.

Who wrote that letter?

Do you know?

- Feed her good! - I will, Madame.

She looks fine.

You'll sleep in Vincent's room.

It's next to ours.

The Paris keys...

Happy birthday dear!

It's for you.

Is it all right?

The informer is surely among you.

- Are you sure? - Absurd!

You will undergo a test.

Doctor Borzet, our expert, will explain it.

It's merely a short, group dictation.

"A poison pen cannot write more than 1,000 characters

"without acquiring a subconscious, second-nature handwriting.

"It can be concealed for a time, but as the person tires,

"he is bound to give himself away."

Why subject decent people to petty police methods?

Decent people should try to expose the guilty one!

Is she the one?

While you were away, I examined her handwriting

and found disturbing coincidences!

You may recall one evening in 1943 in this very hall,

some of us saw Clouzot's film "Le Corbeau",

the story of a village undermined by a poison pen writer.

In your opinion people are all good or all bad,

you think good is light, and evil darkness.

But where does darkness begin?

Can you say for sure which side of evil you're on?

Our town is caught in a wave of hate and suspicion.

Moral values have been corrupted! It's twisted your mind too!

Stick with the insane!

At your service!

Someone here is guilty of the same detestable deed...

There is a poison pen writer in our midst...

I know for certain our friends, the Lerner,

were denounced by an anonymous letter.

No words can describe their suffering...

or the humiliation...

Salomé had to endure to avoid death.

She's with us today not for revenge,

but for truth.

She assures me she will not press any charges

and you have my assurances also.

Here in this box,

is their entire wealth.

It is Salomé's wish,

that these jewels, this gold and this money

go to whoever uncovers the informer,

or to the informer,

if he or she will step forward

I repeat, to the informer

if he or she will step forward.

Want to go to Dijon with me?

- What did the doctor say? - It's all right.

Let's go to Dijon tonight.

This poison pen business is going to make a big stink.

You don't have to tell me, I know.

What do you think, grease monkey?

Vincent staying in Dijon?

It's Tanardon's son.

- He's usually so quiet. - Not now!

- What did he want? - The reward.

Did he give a name?

Vincent!

Julot found these under his door.

He thought Salomé'd like to read them.

This is Doctor Riviére for Doctor Lerner...

I have no appointment, he doesn't know me.

It's personal... About my son...

Attempted suicide.

She's your mother in this life,

but maybe your wife in another...

Good afternoon, Doctor Riviére.

I saw your son last night as planned...

We should have a talk.

No, it's not urgent.

Inflated ego, interpretative delirium,

persecution complex, all the symptoms of paranoia.

He should be stopped.

The Rhineland, Austria, Czechoslovakia... Why not Poland?

Nothing can hold him.

We have the château if war comes.

But we can't live in the château all year round!

And the hospital?

Dijon's not far.

So because of Vincent's illness the two families became friends.

Yes, first the fathers, then the rest of us!

That day was special because it was the last Sunday before the war.

We didn't want to believe it.

You were unflattering to yourself.

You wrote: "Spoilt, insufferable..."

And jealous...

My brother's fiancée had an exam and I wanted her to flunk.

What did he say about Vincent?

Simon says emotions can bring out the worst and the best.

- The best too? - Yes, the best too.

Look at your son!

You're crazy to go swimming now!

Once you're in, it's fine.

Are you coming?

- Shall we? - I can't.

- Why not? - Because I can't.

- Why can't you? - Because.

They're crazy to swim in this weather.

They have to be.

Your brother's fiancée is cute.

- I mean she's charming. - I don't think so.

Well, she has a pretty name.

Angela?

Not Jewish, but nice.

Not swimming?

I can't.

She can't.

How can you assert something so unscientific?

Reincarnation! Really!?

I love you.

It's high up here.

She's the prettiest, brightest...

I can't hear.

What if I fall?

I won't pick you up.

I like that.

Now I know she's for me.

I did it for you, darling.

You exaggerated about Hitler. I thought you meant Vincent.

They're both harmless.

Don't compare him to Hitler!

You're overreacting to Hitler. Alright so he's dangerous,

but maybe he's a great guy who'll change the face of the earth!

What will you do?

Talk to him.

It wasn't him.

Héléne is right.

He's not that harmful.

Don't forget how much he loved you.

Roland,

why can't we return to Paris now?

Let's solve this first.

Four people have accused Vincent.

There'll be others.

Did she make you sad?

I never get this prelude right.

Even her photo annoys me.

Keep trying!

Sep. 28, 1943. We've been here two months now.

My father said:

"Just think, because of all this I'm on my first real vacation!"

That's his way of making the best of things.

So far we're confined to this amicable prison...

Did anyone find my nightgown?

- How could you lose it? - I've been wondering myself!

They're trying to help us forget.

Only one drawback: Vincent... whose love I endlessly reject.

Who is he really?

By the way, I didn't take the nightgown.

Who knows how frightful he is? Complete, yet incomplete.

Shrewd, jovial, profound, hates force and probes darkness,

befriends mystery, blames others for the illness he denies having.

In his tragic life everything floats, wavers, falters and decays.

His mind is a vapor...

"He feigns madness to hide from reality.

"He is like Hamlet.

"His brain is made up of layers of suffering, thoughts and dreams,

"that separate him from life. A transparent yet impassable wall.

"I need a Prince Charming who looks the pan,

"not a tightrope walker.

"We may leave for Switzerland...

"I'd be deeply relieved but also infinitely sad.

"Even though Scarlett rhymes with Hamlet, I must leave Vincent."

You're not a Prince, you're a thief!

Where's my nightgown?

You'll never leave this château. You're mine forever!

The arrows never lie.

Am I so strange?

It's just words.

Meaning what?

Read Hamlet again!

Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?

Good night, Sarah.

I have to read Hamlet.

Aren't you in bed?

To read or not to read.

What's wrong with him?

Where is mad Hamlet hiding?

Not mad. He merely pretended.

Here he is!

You're too short to reach it.

Is his passion for rope walking normal?

- Proves he's well-balanced. - No, seriously.

Want Freud's view?

The rope he's walking comes from Héléne.

He's walking his umbilical cord.

Rachmaninov, all day long!

He died yesterday.

According to Dad's theory I need another life to play him well.

I look forward to it!

Really?

But I should find a nice way for us to leave this life.

She's very pretty.

I'm sorry.

Still angry about Hamlet?

I like Hamlet...

better than Quasimodo!

Here we go again.

Cm, huh!

Not in bed yet?

I'm starving.

Anything left?

Any leftovers?

Help yourself.

What's wrong?

Chicken poisoned?

Someone get denounced?

I won't take you hunting, Salomé, I know you don't like it.

They're mine!

You never looked at me like that.

Those letters must be about me...

Well, good night!

Even if he did,

at the time of the letter no one could foresee

it would end in a concentration camp.

We'd rather it was someone else

but if it's him I won't protect him.

Come here, Anna.

That's not necessary.

- For your trouble. - It's my job, sir.

Not while we're here!

She's wonderful.

Everyone is, to you.

He gave her money. Why kill a goose that laid golden eggs?

And Anna is exceptional.

Her kind are rare...

Ask the priest.

I'm not asking who it was.

Just tell me it wasn't Vincent.

Let me explain again.

That person confessed

and paid a high price.

As a priest I advise you to forget.

You should leave the village while you can.

Was it Vincent?

- Ask no more! - I love you.

Go now!

It wasn't Vincent!

Wait, here she is!

It wasn't Vincent!

I'll call back.

- Who was it? - He didn't say.

Now what have I done?

The hunter's no longer hunted!

Watch it! There's blood!

Making fun of me?

Please don't!

I don't believe it.

- Take me for a ride? - No, the weather's bad.

I tell you the weather's bad.

Salomé, your jacket!

Be careful!

The Dijon hospital again, please.

Your eyes can ask anything.

The letter...

Who wrote it?

You must find out alone.

You know?

Why don't you tell me?

I can't.

If I did I'd be an informer and you couldn't love me.

What is it?

What is this?

The 3rd degree?

You don't know.

You're after attention.

That's right.

I want attention.

Ténardon will tell me later...

oh yeah '.!

Maybe he was afraid to speak the other day.

Who knows...

Have you any idea?

Yes, but I'm afraid.

Don't be!

Please don't!

Do we mean the same person?

Of course.

We've a lot in common.

I found this in Salomé's room.

I know it's wrong but I read it.

She should've kept it.

What is it?

"We'll meet at the fête You'll see I've changed

"You'll know me By not recognizing me

"Going away

"Empty-handed leaving an open book And traces in the snow

"Coming back

"What page was I reading? What image, what face?

"My life is turned inside out

"Coming back

"From far away

"Millions left And few came back

"Coming back

"Without even a name

"Only letters chiseled on marble Yet planting new trees

"A new face in the mirror takes My place behind your shoulder

"You peer into my eyes And strike a cord in my mind

"Coming back

"From another life

"Holding images Different from yours

"Coming back

"Combining memories And strange reflections

"I have no fear of death But of life

"Coming back

"I went away

"Leaving an open book And traces in the snow"

Do you have the box?

Tell me first, and I'll get it.

I don't want your cookies!

My truck is nearby.

Let's spend a half-hour in it.

I'll tell you after...

Who is it?

He killed himself after your arrest.

Why's he buried here?

The church refuses suicides.

What did the priest say?

That the guilty one paid.

So it can't be you!

Not with your morals!

LAST WARNING SALOME NEXT TIME YOU DIE

I'm going home.

Out of the question!

Thank you everyone.

Anna will make coffee.

Do suicides write on walls?

Bastard!

I'll come back!

I'm going!

You have no suitcase!

Come for me tomorrow!

At the station?

Héléne is going with you!

Your mother's right.

We should've all gone with her.

How nice of you!

And unexpected!

Isn't it!

It'll be good to see Paris again.

Tickets!

Sorry, I don't have one! How much is it?

Vincent! What are you doing! It's dangerous!

It could collapse!

You're going to get all dirty!

I'd like you to meet my wife.

Sorry to disturb you, we felt like visiting.

It's no trouble.

- Just what I want. - You're not buying this!

It's too high.

How is the roof?

Like the rest, in a bad state.

You're truthful anyway.

Should I have to lie to sell?

Careful, there are holes all over.

Where are you going? Careful!

Who is the owner?

A Parisian who didn't believe it needed so much work.

Those fireplaces are magnificent.

Don't move, Vincent!

The one who shoots

must do so from a distance one fourth his age.

If he's 40 it should be from 10 meters.

May I try?

Ask my brother.

I don't like this.

It scares me.

If we don't buy now, it'll be bad luck.

Sun!

Do you think these people want war?

Do you know how many will survive?

There'll be four.

I hope we will.

Maybe Salomé will be left.

We're too much trouble of you.

The border is near, we'll try to cross to Switzerland.

I was worried the other day.

Ténardon said, "Those 4 at the château...

"eat like 8!"

I think they hear the piano.

Switzerland?

You wouldn't make Dijon!

You see...

It's nice here, you're all kind,

but we can't go out or see anyone.

It's almost like a prison.

A prison in a château? What gave you that idea?

It was tactless.

Worse than tactless.

You're at the hospital all day, you're not with them all the time.

And that piano!

You asked them to come, so let's see it through.

You like her, don't you?

Love at first sight can happen at any age.

It's not discovering each other

as much as recognizing each other.

Impossible.

Two people meet in one life,

and recognize each other in another life.

I wonder what the case is with Salomon and the piano?

You know what you want, Salomon.

Yes, I do know, but dad said I need more lives.

Maybe one more's enough.

I'd like to put forward another idea: Is Berchot...

a reincarnation of your brother or of Rachmaninov who died in '43?

We could go on for ages!

Then is reincarnation an idea you like?

Mankind has always liked the idea!

Even Plato's philosophical writings were about reincarnation!

And your father's theory on love at first sight,

namely that it's caused by an encounter in a previous life,

matches Plato's on the primitive being's separation and reunion.

It's a fantasy men have always had.

Berchot never saw the photo?

I had one thought: he could be my brother.

And his wife was a double of Salomon's girl.

I was handed a note just now.

Erik Berchot called the program

and said he'd like to meet you.

Also, that he and his wife were love at first sight!

What's your view, Mr. Lévy?

I always thought it was something novelists invented.

If they go, I go too!

If Salomé goes, so do I!

But she doesn't love you!

She never did!

She's polite.

They're polite.

I fascinate her.

You scare her.

Like you scare us.

Do I?

Listen...

If you don't find a solution...

Good night.

First time he's blackmailed us!

First time he's in love!

You realize what you said?

It's the truth!

She doesn't love him. She may someday...

but she doesn't love him now!

Are you aware of the horrible things you said tonight?

Yes, I said them.

I might be wrong...

I sense things!

I'm afraid! So I ask questions!

You mean Sarah?

Could be!

Yes, it could be!

But it isn't!

Well I'm very happy-

I don't understand.

You must try, we're all trying our best.

Listen now.

We'll make the villagers think you're engaged to Vincent.

That will justify your presence here

and you won't be imprisoned in the château.

I'm sorry, Sarah.

If the children agree to it, I do too.

All right, if it's not for real.

Of course it's not!

You'll only be pretending!

But we'll do it up right...

You'll be welcomed here officially. It might be fun.

Can I buy this place after the war?

- To do what? - Make it into a hotel.

- Are they engaged? - Of course!

You forgot my daughter!

- Alright? - Yes, but I can't find Vincent.

Where's Vincent?

- Father... - Nice day.

Excuse me dear, it's important!

Can I kiss you too?

We can't take the picture without the fiance!

Where's Vincent?

Why'd you do it?

For you!

For me?

You're crazy!

Roland saw only Sarah.

You loved Vincent.

I was losing.

I went mad.

I didn't mean any harm, I just wanted you to go.

Far from Vincent,

far from Roland...

Away from us!

I couldn't tell how it would end.

Vincent wrote you those letters,

Vincent burnt the château.

So you'd leave. To protect you.

I didn't want it!

When you left...

I died.

That day...

I died.

I took your lives.

I'll give you mine.

I'm the mad one...

Not Vincent.

A woman killed herself.

Janitor in stairway.

And what happened to Vincent?

I hope he's watching us like everyone else.

Subtitles: Aaron Barzman and George Bin

Subtitled by: TVS - TITRA FILM