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A HEART IN WINTER

Maxime and I had known each other so long, we didn't need words

We work together, but he's the boss

In this family business...

... Maxime maintains tradition, musicians are at ease with him

He knows their repertoire, invites them to lunch

He listens, he calms their fears

No, you did play it with the Vienna Philharmonic

They entrust us with their most precious possession, their violin

You hear the lack of clarity?

Yes, a lack of brilliance on the E

Maxime sees them more as patients than clients

For more extensive treatment, Maxime steps aside

Is it just unglued, or more serious?

Perhaps I should hear you

Maxime preferred musicians

At concert he shared in their emotions...

... and shared in the applause, genuinely moved

Maxime needs to expend himself

He is at one with his body. He so loves to win...

... that losing for me becomes a pleasure

He has appetites, but no qualms, ; life hangs lightly on him

If he has to lie, he does it effortlessly

I'm a willing alibi for his nocturnal pastimes

I no longer go along, buthe tells me everything the next day

Work done, each of us lives his own life

Maxime never asks where I go or who I see when we aren't together...

... which is fine by me

Your table will be ready in two minutes

See you later, after coffee?

- Do you know who I was talking to? - R�gine Oblet

No, the other one. Know her?

You've heard her... Camille Kessler

The Debussy recital; a bit dry, you said

No, it was good

She's coming as a customer

A Guarneri is to be sold in Geneva

Magnificent, but a ruin, much broken

You'll have a ball

- Don't you want to go? - Me? What an idea

- Go somewhere for once - No

Something has happened to me...

...something important

But if you smile like that...

It's gone

I've met someone

You're facing her

When was this?

Two months ago

And you didn't tell me?

That was her

She was afraid... I didn't want to rush her

How did it happen?

I was following her concerts

I went to see her after one she was displeased with

I mentioned a dry patch she played with a lot of emotion

I must have hit the spot. We had dinner

And you saw her home?

She's not like that

Besides, she lives with R�gine, so it's not easy

So you came between them?

It's not like that. She's not just her agent...

...but her mother's best friend

And her career comes first

One night, meeting me here, she was late

I felt ill and nearly left, but she arrived looking anxious, lost

Seeing her like that...

...I realize it can happen, loving someone

And your wife?

There was a difficult moment

But it had long been over

You don't spend your life with a pal

It's better for her, too

You don't leave her much choice

Someone always suffers

And now what?

We'll live together. I've rented a studio

I think you're awaited

See you later

Can you believe that guy? Wants to buy the bookshop for a boutique

Lermontov... he's like you, dry as a whip

The guy was propositioning me. Are you listening?

Look at a man touched by grace

Say, she's...

Wonderful

Come and see this marvel, Madame

I had the harpsichord and cello, only this missing

Magnificent. Was it you?

Maxime... he found it in Hungary

He repaired the mechanism. Were bits missing?

Two. I had fun making them

Are you staying to dinner?

I'm afraid I've work that's overdue

You work a lot?

Never tire of it?

You're lucky

Is Vincent Madame Amet's nephew? How old is he?

Five, I think

Camille Kessler... was she your pupil?

Years ago. I heard her play at Aix last summer

- We're to have her as a customer - Maxime told me

I remember a hard, polished little girl who kept you at a distance

But a real temperament, you felt

No, in here!

Isn't Vincent here?

Do you hear that G, how rough it is?

- You've had it how long? - Three years

It's a Villaume, sounded superb then

We have recordings coming up

The playing must have soul

The bridge is slightly warped

Can you change it quickly?

Checking the fret may take a few days

- But we've a rehearsal - You said that

I could lend you another

I've got a spare

You are to record...?

The two Ravel sonatas and the trio

I'll try for the day after tomorrow

We're counting on you

We're already late for the Lambertis

You can go, Brice

Sorry, Christophe. Again

I'm not with it at all

I thought it was good. Let's go on

It's me, not you

I don't agree

I'm no use today

Is it the violin?

Water, please, R�gine

Maybe a little more work on it?

No, it's exactly right; it's me

I have to go

Will you hand them up?

I think she's starting to hate me

- Which gives you a certain pleasure? - It's an interesting development

Odd that three-quarters of these books are about love

Airport novel, masterpiece, cookery book...

...always the same vocabulary, a deluge

- You find it obscene? - No, as written it's often beautiful

Yes, Maxime, we're ready; be right down

What are you doing?

- No good, is it? - It's fine. Hurry, Maxime's waiting

Let him wait

I'm not ready. Half-an-hour looking for that score

I didn't ask you to

But you let me hunt, then said Christophe took it

Stop it... we have to go

Well, I'm not going!

That's ridiculous

You'll be with Maxime, you don't need me

I hate playing chaperone

All right, don't go

Do you realize what you're doing to me?

I put myself out so that you can play at your best...

...and you don't give a damn

Forgive me

No, Vincent, knives to the right, not left

Are you sleeping here tonight?

Nasty... really?

I remember the exact words

"Your bow scratches like a pummice- stone rubbed on a parquet floor"

If I said that, it's what I thought

- You were that cruel? - Aren't you ashamed?

Saying it to a mediocre pupil would be cruel

I never said it to Maxime, the idler

True, I did little, and have no regrets

Regret is always an illusion

What about St�phane?

St�phane... that's something else again

Not emotion, that's suspect; it's hard work that impresses me

- I know, I read your book - So you've one reader at least, Daniel

What upsets me, as I wrote, is that on the pretext that it's all culture...

...some rate a pop video alongside a Claudel play, a Piero Della Francesca...

...or a Ravel sonata and Madame Amet's apple pie

Would you prefer fresh fruit?

No, but it's all lumped together, pell-mell

People can still choose

Yes, but with everything meriting equal attention...

...consensus of opinion becomes a woolly horror

I believe in a certain mental vigilance. Is that pompous?

No, we're listening to the voice of tradition

- Severe - But courageous

Tradition! So I'm a reactionary

No, you speak for an anxious �lite in a world threatened by democratic excess

I've fought �litism all my life. There's too much bleating today

There's confusion, I agree

If culture is still a privilege...

...it isn't reserved for quite so few

It's worse, all these clueless clodhoppers in the museums

But if a clodhopper's life is changed by a work of art, isn't that something?

It's always been so

I don't think so

You almost agree

For you, too, there's the sensitive individual in the blind masses

I didn't say that

No, you said there's a natural selection of people destined...

Not at all

You said some things that others don't

That's what you said

Yes, but... I exclude no one

Neither do I

You have no opinion?

None?

He's above debate

I hear arguments, all valid

If we cancel each other out, we can't talk

A tempting prospect

I don't share your goodwill

Fine, we'll respect your silence

Speaking, one risks sounding stupid

Not speaking, one may appear intelligent

Maybe one is simply afraid

Afraid of what?

Of yourself, perhaps

That must be it

You worry me

Don't discourage such revelations. I think you're becoming complacent

- He's trying to move us - Some attempt

Mission impossible

I withdraw what I said: Madame Amet's apple pie is a work of art

Delicacy of flaking pastry

- A touch of... - Cinnamon

Is it long since Lachaume taught?

Seven or eight years

He has an odd relationship with St�phane

We'd never met socially... he's so disagreeable

You have to know him; it's all a game he's playing

You'd have to defend your friend

I'm not trying to; I accept him as he is

And you?

No, you're not disturbing me

She's asleep

You think so?

Maybe. All right, I'll tell her

That was St�phane

What did he want?

To talk to you

On relection, he thinks he can do better by the violin

He'll come to your rehearsal

Why? The violin's perfect

He knows what he's doing. Trust him

It's a small thing, but... if you don't mind

Yes, it's different... better, isn't it?

Purer

It didn't strike you before?

Yes, but... it takes time to...

It didn't seem the right moment to mention it, then later...

All right?

Yes, but...

Weren't you playing a bit fast?

You want to check the pacing?

Yes, if you don't...

It's lovely

You're going already?

Have you others to see?

No, but I must let you work

Odd how the oldest varnish has kept its colour

If you effect a sale, will I owe you?

No commission, just my appraisal fee

I think I have a buyer for you

Will you excuse me a moment?

Did you say Kornfeld wanted a Gagliano?

- Has he found one? - I don't think so

I can still catch him

- Isn't that too tight? - It usually is; you must enlarge it

Two little restorations, otherwise perfect

Can you come to Amsterdam?

Not the day after tomorrow. Friday, if you like

All right, Friday

That was the price, Monsieur Kornfeld

Hold on, please

Give me five minutes

We'll be with you by eleven a.m.

Perfect

- Now what do you do? - Adjust the heel

- I think it's... - That's good

Very good, in fact

You did it, didn't you? Tomorrow we'll glue it

Maxime's busy, so...

You were there? You should have spoken

I didn't want to disturb you. Is he your apprentice?

And this violin?

He's making it; his first instrument

- How long does it take? - A month or so; eighty pieces

A drink?

Yes, I'd like that

While we wait for Maxime

Please sit down

- Fruit juice? Whisky? - Whisky

- With water? - No, neat

I needed that; I've had a rather difficult day

- Rehearsals? - No, they're going well

No, it's not that

Not Maxime, is it?

No, not Maxime

I quarrelled with R�gine

Horrible things were said

About what?

I don't want to say

It got to me, though

I thought she knew me better than that

- How long have you known her? - Ten years

Without her, I'd never have achieved what I have

She stopped me from giving up in despair. I owe her everything

Maybe you resent that

She's protection for you

Which I needed...

...but it's become a sort of dependence

Which you can no longer accept

Yes, that's it, exactly

It seems simple, but it's hard to accept

But you already knew this

Yes, but I've never spoken of it before

Oppportunity

Am I in the way?

Quite the contrary

- When are you recording? - On Monday

Couldn't get away from my Dutchman

A bit austere, isn't he?

Sorry, we're late; see you tomorrow

So, not just conversation, but real intimacy?

She came to me

But it's what you expected

Let's say, what I hoped for

Are you in love with her?

I know you bristle at the word

No, it disorientates me. Let me think

No, I don't think I am

Anyhow, it's Maxime she loves

At one point I did get the impression that she'd rather have dinner with me

An impression

Could you be jealous of Maxime?

I never have been, and doubt I could be

You win. I'm playing well, too

- You can have your revenge - No, my flight's in two hours

I'll leave you drunk with victory

- Will you be back tonight? - Yes, the nine o'clock flight

I'm glad you two are getting on; I was a bit worried

And you're relieved?

Yes, selfishly I prefer it that way

I wonder if we shouldn't have got better musicians to back her

I think they're fine

The cellist?

Christophe? No, he understands her; they complement each other perfectly

- What bothers me is, he loves her - Don't say you're worried

No, it's her, fending him off but trying not to hurt him. Energy wasted

I've never before admired someone I love

So I'm forced into greater rigours...

...excising lazy habits

- You manage it rather well - It's exhausting

A healthy exhaustion

She's guarded if you question her, not for coquettish reasons

In fact she reveals herself only in her playing

- Does that bother you? - On the contrary

- Time's tight, but want a lift? - No, I'll walk a bit

Very, very good

Shall we take a break?

You were here?

You heard?

- Yes, the end - And what did you think?

- Excellent - Really?

I was floundering earlier, though

Have you time for a drink?

It's a short break, but...

We can go to the caf�

- I think... - Let's go

- Did Maxime ask you to come? - No

- It seems less heavy - Shall we run for it?

- Won't you freeze? - No, I'll be fine

- How about something to eat? - A sandwich?

No, your cheese plate and a half of beer

How are things with R�gine?

Better. She has 'flu, a raging fever, so I'm busily mothering her

My fingertips are stinging

Why did you give up at the Conservatoire?

Not gifted

Didn't like my sounds

- Too much the critic? - That must be it

- It's a quality - That's debatable

There's a table for you

You said you were at Versailles. Where were you really?

You're always lying!

You're crazy!

- Have you always lived alone? - Yes, mostly

You enjoy solitude?

I'm a thwarted Ioner, but enjoy the company of men

- And of women, too - That's not the same thing

I face up to things as they are

But you're a rotten coward. Don't do that!

I fear for their future

I think he's crying

Haven't you ever been in love?

I must have been

Maxime spoke of H�l�ne. What is she to you?

Someone I appreciate; we get on well

You don't like talking about yourself?

Not much

It doesn't serve any real purpose

It depends who you're with

I can stay silent for days, then suddenly let go if it seems right

Like with R�gine, we'd slave away...

...then maybe talk all night

In Rome once we had decided to...

I can feel your attention slipping

I'm listening... seeing... I love to watch you talk

- Will you come again? - Of course

I'm glad you came

I'm sorry, I couldn't...

Today I don't think...

Pass me the honey, please

I must try to get up this afternoon

You're looking well

- When do you start today? - Ten o'clock

- What's the matter? - Nothing

I wonder if he really likes what I do

What are you talking about?

He didn't turn up, seemed put out when I called

- But you told him to stay away - I'm not talking about Maxime

I'm talking about St�phane

I don't understand. When he's there, he's there

Then suddenly it's as if I didn't exist

I'm going to be late

Again

Funny, it's really so easy

I think I've seen it. Never mind, I've forgotten the end

Not seeing her? Are you proud of yourself?

You want me to push things?

Playing dead just makes it worse for her

You overestimate my powers of attraction

No, I don't; nor do you

When a woman gets that far, she's unlikely to retreat

- She hasn't called again - Which means nothing

He's usually punctual

- Who? - Fran�ois. I said he was coming

- The lawyer? - Yes. Do you mind?

You never know with jealousy

- What about Maxime? - He's fine, brimming with life

Has she talked to him?

Maybe; I doubt it

Sorry, parking problems

H�l�ne has told me a lot about you

It's intimidating; I know she values your opinion

It was a bargain. I can decorate as I like, so I jumped at it

Everything all right?

- What do you think? - It's a nice room

You're seeing to everything?

Camille hasn't time with a tour coming up

The bedroom

Bathroom there... the music room

That's nothing; maybe for R�gine if she's unhappy

The kitchen will be bigger with the partition gone

Neither of us can cook, but there you are

She has to feel comfortable here

I must call her... let her set her seal on it

At the apartment with St�phane

You want to speak...

Yes, it's coming on

They're painting

The recording's fine. I heard the first mix

See you tonight. I love you

Is something wrong?

Can I have some water?

It must be the smell of paint

Is this it?

- Like a bag? - No, thanks. What do I owe you?

125 francs

Have you Chekhov's stories in paperback?

I know it wasn't easy. Thank you, you've restored its youth

My taxi's here. Time for me to leave my friends

St�phane is marvellous

Landron's madly happy

Can you get me this London number?

I forgot to call. I may have to go there

I can go if you like

- This is new - Yes, you convinced me

If you want to, it would help me

- You must be hungry - A bit

Is it too late to eat... something cold?

They've been working since eight

Your call, Maxime

- When do you finish? - Tomorrow, in theory

Maxime said you were quite pleased

I think so... I'm not sure any more

Are you all right?

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you

Was it something I said or did?

Not at all; I've been very busy

I thought you cared about my work

Is it because of Maxime?

You might have scruples as he's your friend

There's no friendship between us

No friendship?

We've been partners for years; we complement each other

It's to our mutual interest, that's all

He thinks of you as a friend

I can't prevent that

- I don't believe you - Why?

Because it's not something one admits to. It's true. Are you shocked?

No, saddened

Misusing words is sad

You devalue them, and everything else

What are you protecting yourself from?

I seem to be laying myself open

You aren't like that; nobody is

It's a pose

Do you want me to invent reasons, traumas?

Unhappy childhood, sexual frustration, career nipped in the bud?

No, I don't see it

My brothers and sisters did find me naturally sly and secretive

I admit it freely

Offering this unpleasant image of yourself is a bit facile, isn't it?

A bit. I'm sorry

You act as if emotions didn't exist

Yet you love music

Music is the stuff of dreams

Sorry, they don't want you. They prefer someone they know

Too bad; it's their loss

I'm off. See you later

Your table's ready, Maxime

I'm feeling low

It has nothing to do with the sonatas

I've never lied to you, and don't want to start now

What's happened?

Nothing

He's attracted to you

I sense it, I see it

I know him...

...better than he thinks

He's always hanging around the musicians

At the apartment that day, it was as though his mind blanked out

Like a malaise

What about you?

It's like...

...a pressure

It's there

I try to...

...but I do think about it...

...all the time

It crossed my mind, but I wouldn't believe it

Beating him up isn't on

I need air. Like to come for a walk?

Not gone yet?

Just boarding. I'll miss Camille's last day of recording. Can you go?

I'm counting on you

- You have a car? - Yes

- It's long since I've been so moved - Thanks, but it's thanks to him

You were right; I'm so pleased

Will you take my violin? I'm going with St�phane

But we're all having dinner

I know, but no

- What shall I tell them? - I'll leave it to you

Are you sure you...

Yes, everything's all right

Recording with Barbizet, we weren't allowed to retake sections

I'd never played it like that

Yesterday was good, but flat. Today, I felt inspired

- Right through to the end - It seemed so easy

How about a drink?

- Any idea where? - Some hotel, maybe

I played for you

I spoke to Maxime

About us

It was hard

He heard me out

I told him what happened

I want you

It's not like me, but I had to tell you

I don't think I can give you what you're looking for

You want it, too. I know you and accept you as you are

I don't mind about this closed world you built round yourself long ago

I'm here for you. Look at me

You can't go on living like that; you must see that you're changing

You're beautiful, you're going to be a great musician

You have almost a surfeit of gifts

So, since I'm perfect...

But you insist on seeing me as you imagined me

I'm not that person

Don't deceive yourself; it's so simple

I must tell you the truth

I'd decided to seduce you, without loving you...

...probably to get at Maxime

One doesn't "decide"

You don't understand

You talk of feelings to which I have no access

I don't love you

Don't talk, please

Don't look at me

You make me sick!

It's my life!

I've made an appointment and you're going

No, I won't go! What can he say that I don't already know?

Don't smoke, don't drink, don't fuck!

All right, don't go; see if I care

- Here's your book - Don't bother, I'm sick of it

So let yourself go completely, don't make any effort

You're into everything...

...nosing about like a bulldozer with your big boobs

Don't be coarse

You always have to change the subject

It's for your own sake

To hell with you! I'm going out for some air

Did you hurt yourself?

- Don't stay out here, it's cold - Leave me alone!

You hardly slept last night

I don't sleep if you can't

We aren't tied together

I could go, if you want, leave you alone

I never said that. Don't go on

When I got back, she'd collapsed there; she'd been drinking

I had to carry her and she was sick

Now she's shut up in her room

He said something that humiliated her

I'm to blame, too

I should have paid more attention, talked to her or to you

But it seemed to me...

- Is she asleep? - I don't think so

No, I can hear her

- What's your pleasure? - Nothing

I went to your place, thought you might be here

Would you like some?

Who is this man, what is he?

An "ear"

A genius with his hands, as his friend Maxime says

Friend if it suits the interests of both

Friendship doesn't come into it

This is good wine... not that I'd know

They're nice, these little diners

Afterwards you go home... or not, depending

I haven't heard you play, but St�phane says you've been recording. It seems...

What is she talking about?

I'll leave you

I can't... I can't take it

We can't just leave it like this

Say something

I told you the truth

You know you didn't

At the studio that day it rained, I didn't imagine your attentiveness

That's my job

Don't tell me I was just any musician

- Your way of looking at me... - I was sincere

Everything we said to each other...

But we didn't say anything

Or was it I who... no, it's not possible

But why?

I told you why

But if it was to get at your friend, you should have fucked me

Sordid, but at least it's life

Stop this

It's nothing! You're nothing!

Embarrassed? Let them have their fun

Old strait-lace...

...wishes he were elsewhere

It seems he loves music...

...because "it's the stuff of dreams" and nothing to do with life

You know nothing of dreams. You have no imagination, no heart, no balls

You've nothing in there!

I'm sorry, but I think...

What's happened to me?

What am I doing?

Don't worry, I'm going

I'm ashamed

That's it, finished

I told your mother seven o'clock

Don't forget the ladder

Is St�phane sleeping here? Can he mend my truck?

What had you in mind? Disrupting things...

...the pleasure of demystification?

But one can't demistify feelings

No one can boast that sort of pride

Maybe you felt unworthy of her

Calm down, my pet

It will soon pass

You'd lost your book, is that it?

I'll help you cool down a bit

You frightened me, you know

You should have called me

You want to get up?

I feel better now

Easy does it; lean on me

I thought I'd had it

- Has Vincent left already? - School's at eight

I'm hungry

Did you sleep well?

You weren't cold?

It hasn't rained as they said it would. The wind's changed

If the agency calls, remember to confirm

Is Camille in?

Do you really think...

I'd like to talk to her

The Lambertis at six, then

I'm sorting things before going on tour

I'm not here with excuses; I wanted to see you

You're seeing me

Will you be away long?

About three months. Japan, no Germany first. R�gine has the schedule

Can you forget the things I said?

They were true

I know I'm not nothing; I'm good at what I do. But you were right

Something in me isn't alive

I can never manage...

I've been too late for so long

I failed you and I lost Maxime

It's myself, I destroy

No use telling myself...

...I had to tell you

You have, and now I'm the empty one

She isn't in... later this afternoon

I'll be seeing her, so I'll tell her

I must get ready

- What are you going to do? - I don't know

Good luck

Brice, the clamp, please

- Did they come about the shelves? - Tomorrow

You I can tell... it was through a personal ad

He's great; full of humour, just macho enough, reads a lot

I'm sure he has faults, but I don't see them

- What does he do? - Vineyards in the south-west

I'll still see you; I won't get buried in vines

I listened to Camille's record. It's good

Do you think of her often?

Must finish the inventory

- You've sold up? - No, got a manager, but who knows?

Let's have dinner before you go

At Carlo's... time heals all... or my place

The pegs are a bit tight; we'll polish them if you leave it

For late this afternoon

You're well set up here, nice and light

I came to see how you pinch our customers

Landron said he was going with you

But don't worry, I'm doing fine

That's nice

- How long has it been, eight months? - And a half

Camille's fine. Of course there was a while...

Now she's back to normal, working hard

She comes and goes

You know how violinists are

You sleep here?

Perhaps we could merge, as partners not friends this time

No, you're right; better not

I went to see Lachaume

He's not well

He's suffering, doesn't talk any more

He wants to die

You know he's getting married?

- How old are you? - Twenty-two

- So young - How should I take that?

As a compliment. He'll stand witness?

I hope he's up to it

Your tickets, Brice

A good competition this year

Did you see the fourteen-year-old yesterday?

So you have a workshop now?

Still looking after Camille?

We see less of each other. She has Maxime

You know she's off to Paris?

You should go and see her

How are things with you?

I'm getting old

Do it fast

I'll send you some customers

He's been asking for three days

But I can't... I can't

He was so hard on himself...

...but when he laughed, it was...

Where's she playing tonight?

In Brussels, at the Monnaie

I'll get the car

You loved him?

The only person I did, I've long thought

And you... are you all right?

I think so, yes

Maxime, too?

- You're playing in Paris next week? - Will you come to hear me?

I'm glad I've seen you again

Me, too

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