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A Burning Hot Summer
Fr�derick is dead.
He was my best friend.
Fr�derick was a painter.
I'd met him through a mutual friend.
"He'll interest you," our friend had said.
Hello.
The friend I told you about.
This is Paul.
Hi, Paul. Come in.
I was rolling a joint,
if you're interested.
Nothing to show us?
Nothing.
There's a picture in the hall, but...
I shouldn't have move to Rome.
Yeah?
All that dead beauty is so uninspiring.
I'll show it to you.
Can I come?
By all means.
Fr�d�ric lived with Ang�le,
Fr�d�ric!
a movie actress working in Italy.
I'de seen her in magazines.
She was already famous.
Hi, Damien.
This is Paul, a friend of Damien's.
Ang�le, my wife.
Hello.
Are you coming? War are you up to? We'll be late.
Help me get this sprinter out of my foot.
Careful, don't break it.
Hold on. It's a bitch.
We're heading off.
See you, guys.
Bye.
Have you got it?
Yes.
It was a mean one. Look.
Enourmous.
I was alone in my life.
Fr�d�ric painted.
I wanted to be in the movies.
an actor.
Meanwhile, I worked as an extra.
and played bit parts.
You're a motorcyclist with the 3rd Spahis
with the Alpine Battalion
It's 3AM. You're asleep on a bed, fully clothed
with two women beside you. One is an A.F.A.T., that's a truck driver.
The other's a Resistance mascot.
You're woken by machine gun fire, right nearby
It's the Germans.
You head noises in the distance. Truck engines, mules braying...
The Germans are disengaging.
You go out to the yard.
In an upstairs room, the officers are nervous...
but you stay calm.
Totally unfazed.
Coolly, you get in position with a machine gun.
A shadowy figure beckons to you.
It's a sergeant with a plan he wants to try.
He wants to set up a heavy machine gaun in a ditch
and open fire on the retreating Germans.
Suddenly, a shadowy row of soldiers is moving towards you.
You have your machine gun. You shoot.
It jams. You have a pistol.
You empty it into the shadows.
Then, nothing.
Roland!
Come here.
- Can you take... - Paul.
And give him a Luger?
Because his machine gun jams.
See you later.
That was how I met Elisabeth.
She had a small part.
The Resistance mascot.
Night Wings, scene 5, take 1.
In the morning after we wrapped, we chatted in the wardrobe room
and went back to Paris together.
I've been with her ever since.
You seemed to be really asleep.
Actually, I was.
You were?
Don't tell, will you?
No.
But I doubt if anyone would mind.
Excuse me.
Happy lovebirds?
I could do nothing forever.
Thanks! That won't pay the rent.
Is it true what you said a few days ago?
If a man has no money, no woman wants to be with him?
Yes.
I have no money.
You do.
You earn money as a day player.
It's enough for me.
If not, you wouldn't be with me?
No.
I don't need much.
I need to be loved,
maybe more than other, but that's all.
I've made some suicide attempts.
Why on earth?
I don't know.
The fear of the void...
of being engulfed...
I lost my best friend when I was 16.
It was a medical error. The doctors killed her.
So...
For a long time, I feld I had no right to live.
Insurrection!
Get Insurrection here!.
Insurrection, madam?
How many did you sell?
Three.
Three?
Don't laugh. Three's not bad.
I'd seen Fr�d�ric again but I wanted him to meet my girl.
I met him first.
I don't know about you, but I can't live without a woman.
The times when I've lived alone were horrible.
I was sad.
I felt lack.
A lack of what, I did'nt know, but it was that.
- Is it like that for you? - Yes.
I hope you get married.
Why?
I think' it's a good idea.
If you want kids, maybe.
I don't want kids and I'm married.
Police!
What an asshole!
That fucking Sarko!
In the wagon!
Fr�d�ric and Ang�le moved to a big apartment in Rome.
He invited me there with �lisabeth.
He said he'd show me his paintings.
- Hello. - Hello.
Come in.
�lisabeth, Ang�le.
Hi guys.
You could have met them at the station.
I was asleep.
- The train was late. - Sorry.
Elisabeth, Fr�deric.
Nice to meet you. Welcome.
Come on in.
Come.
It's gorgeus.
- Do you know Rome? - It's my first time.
Everything OK?
She seems really nice.
Yes.
Don't do that.
We have a housekeeper.
I usually only show them to friends.
If they really want one,
I give it to them.
I know you don't need to sell.
You're lucky.
Lucky, yes and no.
How come?
It depends on the day.
I'm not complaining, though.
I wanted to be a painter too.
You did?
So why didn't you?
I think movies are better. For me.
Who's that?
My grandfather.
He's dead.
His grandfathers was in the Resistance like my dad.
It was he who had raised Fr�d�ric.
His parents had died when he was young.
Do you want me to ask you to marry me?
Yes, maybe
Do you need it?
I don't know...
It's a way of saying "I believe in you."
But I'm not saying I need it.
I want to feel your love and that you're proud of me.
I wear this in the movie.
How do you like it?
It's fabulous.
I had a hard job getting the wardrobe mistress to let me take it home.
- You like it? - It's stunning.
This one's gorgeus, too.
Want to try it on?
I'll help you.
It'll suit you great.
Have it.
I don't want it. You can't give it to me.
Why not?
It looks made for you.
What am I supposed to do with all this? Take it with me when I die?
What's the matter?
There's a giant rat in there!
Don't worry about it...
Don't worry...
It's only a rat, my love.
It's nothing.
Calm down.
I could stay here all my life.
Why don't you?
How?
Just stay here.
You're crazy.
Why am I crazy?
You mean it?
I mean it.
You'd get fed up.
Why would it?
We can't be together all the time.
We're not together.
We're side by side. There's a difference.
Friendship isn't love.
It's something else.
You never spend time with me anymore.
You're always with Fr�d�ric.
The revolution, to me...
The more I think, the more I need it.
I need the hope of it.
Without it, I'd have nothing to hold on to.
But revolutions kill people.
Millions and millions. Do you want that?
They did in the past. They don't have to in the future.
Not necessarily.
The people who fought in the war, my father, your grandfather...
Without the hope of revolution, they might not have fought.
Did they have any choice? Of course they'd have fought.
They had no choice.
When the revolution did'nt come, they despaired.
So? That's no reason.
Personally, it doesn't make me despair in the least.
Guys who say, "Stuff all the bourgeois down the toilet and shoot them..."
I'm in no hurry for their revolution.
You can't be against the revolution.
You'd be reactionary,
and reactionaries are always pro-fascist.
Yes, maybe.
But I have my painting, my wife...
and that's what I hold on to.
Love and art.
I take your point.
But the revolution has to be.
Somehow, I know it.
Otherwise it's war.
There's no alternative.
It's obvious.
Isn't it beautiful?
Ang�le is so sweet.
I may not dare to wear it. Fr�d�ric gave it to her.
What's the matter? Say something.
I don't know.
It was her idea. She made me take it.
It's good if we're friends.
You're such a jerk!
Were you any good?
At what?
Painting.
I don't think so.
- Did you keep any? - No.
Won't you show me?
Do my portrait. Just a drawing.
Never. I'd be too ashamed.
In a movie, yes, or a stage play.
I'll base a character on you one day.
Yeah?
- You won't recognize yourself. - I'd love to see it.
Maybe I'll be better.
Better than in real life.
Ready to go?
Did you have fun?
You had a good time whoring around.
That's enough.
Are you OK?
I hate him.
I can't go on living with a man like him.
He's vicious.
He wasn't like that before.
I'm not a masochist.
I'm not made for self-sacrifice.
I loved it when he adored me. Now he doesn't. What can I do?
Wait, hope and suffer? Not me.
I don't know. He obviously loves you.
He doesn't even see me anymore.
He used to love me. He showed it.
He painted me.
Now he'll paint anything other than me.
I hate me who want to control everything.
Moni has offered me a part. Fr�d�ric wants me to say no.
I was an actress before we met and I'll be one afterwards.
He wants me to be a housewife
but I hate cooking. I feel I'm wasting my time.
Men always blame you for what they do to you.
One day, I found out Fr�d�ric uses whores.
I swear.
He said fidelity is an outdated, petty-bourgeois concept
and he isn't into it.
I was so disgusted, I could't bear to let him near me.
When I met him, I never dreamed it would end like this.
The I started fooling around myself...
with men.
and Fr�d�ric found out.
I didn't do it for revenge. It just happened.
Fr�d�ric went berserk.
He called me a bitch, a whore... You name it.
He even said he wished I was dead
and if prison didn't scare him, he'd kill me.
I reminded him of his speeches about fidelity.
He said there's no comparison,
it's different for men,
and anyway, he'd only been with whores.
My love,
I'm sorry if I hurt you.
You know I can't live without you.
My life would crumble into shapeless ruins.
I'd fall prey to dark thoughts and wait for nightfall.
But instead, the day is dawning,
and whether it's sunny or chilly,
it's good to be out until the evening, when you'll lie quietly with me.
Life flows since I met you. You've always been my only love.
Shit.
I don't want to break up. I really don't.
I don't want to break up.
Never.
Paul!
Elisabeth, you come too.
Ang�le's movie got rave reviews.
Be quiet!
What do they say?
Wait, I don't understand Italian.
"A major star is born.
Accustomed to minor roles in Italian films,
Ang�le Brandi finds in Angel Heaven
a character worthy of her ambitions."
- Wow. - It's unreal!
You're quiet, Ang�le.
What?
Have some coffee?
On the review!
- Want some? - Yes
You're so beautiful!
Steady here.
It's true!
Thanks.
"Inmigrants listed by race and religion.
Italy sets up register of lent dwellers."
Elisabeth, I didn't know you sleepwalked.
- I don't. - You do.
You sleepwalk.
What's up?
I don't know! Fr�d�ric says I sleepwalk.
- You might. - You do.
You wandered around the pool last night, hugging a pillow.
You sleepwalk.
How awful!
You think Ang�le is gorgeaus.
Well, obviously.
You do?
She's not exactly hideous.
You said I was blind when I said she's no prettier than you, and now...
What's bothering you?
- Nothing. - Tell me.
Nothing.
Out there on the patio, you said.
"You're so beautiful!" as if...
As if I wanted to shag her?
Make up you mind. Yesterday, you said all men want to shag her.
So you do want to shag her.
Don't be silly. She's Fr�d�ric wife!
Is that the only reason?
God, you're a pain.
It's the only reason. Happy now?
That's amazing!
Excuse me.
Take it easy, Paul.
Ok?
Stop looking at her like that.
Who?
Did you say who?
See? He noticed too.
- Bullshit. - Oh yeah?
What are you discussing?
Paul. He's fallen in love with you.
It's secret, but...
It's obvious!
Ignore them. They're idiots.
Did you invite somebody?
God, yes! Roland!
- Hi, how are you? - Come in.
It's Roland.
A friend of mine,
and assistant director based in Rome.
Paul! How are you?
We met on the same movie as Elisabeth.
That's funny.
This is Ang�le, my beautiful wife.
- Roland. - Delighted.
Sit down.
Grab a chair.
Are you angry?
Yes.
Spaghetti?
I was right about you two.
Why?
I hitched them up.
Before we married, I dated a girl from Turin.
At her parent's house, everyone ate as soon as they were served.
Only French hypocrites wait to eat.
Can we start now?
Should we say "Bon app�tit"?
In Italian, please.
I'll switch hotels tomorrow if you like.
What for?
We're fine here.
You know nothing about women.
Why do you say that?
Because it's true.
Thanks.
Do you like it?
It's beautiful.
I didn't ask that. I asked if you like it. Don't you?
If you don't, say it.
I like it.
Your expectations make me feel I'm lying, even when I'm not.
I've always liked whatever you do.
Liar!
I'm not lying.
But some paintings soothe me and others upset me.
And this one upsets you.
Does it upset you?
Any painting that isn't of you upsets you.
- Here are we going? - For a drive.
A drive?
I'll show you a great place.
Where the fuck are they?
How's it going?
Good, and you?
Coming?
What's the matter?
What's the matter?
I don't feel well.
I'd rather stay here. Do you mind?
- Tell them I'm feeling tired. - OK.
She's not coming.
Hi.
- Elisabeth. - Achille.
Get in front.
Is she sick?
Cheers.
Here's to your sharp eyes, young lady.
It was really great.
Didn't you see it?
No, but still...
He once asked me to paint him with his wife.
Then they split up.
He couldn't stand being with her, even in a painting.
So he asked me to cut it up
into two separate pictures.
I heard he's a far-right bastard.
It's gossip.
Gossip, my ass! Jerks, the lot of them.
I believe in God, you know?
You do?
Do you think it's silly?
No.
I'd like to stop by the church.
Would you mind?
No.
I'm happy to keep you compamy.
Come in.
Pray if you want.
I'll watch you.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I want to die.
What did you say?
Or stop loving you.
But that would be worse than dying...
My love
...so I'd be better off dead.
You can't do that to me.
No, I never could.
Try and forget Fr�d�ric.
The Italians have been resting ever since the Renaissance.
It fascinates me,
the way whole peoples act like individuals.
Look at the Greeks.
Since Pericles, nothing.
The Egyptians? Same thing.
The French aren't doing so badly.
We've kept up the pace for a thousand years, haven't we?
But it's a good thing we've had immigrants to help us.
Always.
Right...
How about paying your share?
I don't have any money.
Are you shitting me?
- Bye. - Bye.
See you soon.
Bye, Achille.
Elisabeth's a great girl. Don't let her go.
If you let her go, you're a dumbass.
Ang�le!
I love Achille, but he's two-faced.
And you're not?
Ang�le!
My love!
But...
Why didn't you answer?
- You OK? - Yes.
Did you get some rest today?
Not really.
But I had a good day.
Ang�le wanted to come clean.
She admitted she was seeing Roland.
It was the truth, of course...
but not the whole truth.
Don't!
Sorry.
Right.
Wait.
I want to know exactly what you've done.
Nothing.
He asked me to go away with him.
And you said that?
Elisabeth was on Ang�le's side.
Not because she approved,
but simply because she was a woman.
I think she felt her pain.
And perhaps she feared that she'd be in the same boat one day.
Will we still be friends?
Of course! Why not?
I don't know. Do you think badly about me?
No, I don't.
Do as you feel.
Fr�d�ric had lots of affairs when we were together.
I started first, actually. I told you a lie.
But now I'm in love and I'm not going to waste it.
Ang�le left Fr�d�ric.
What's the matter?
Are you OK?
I'm great, can't you see?
Really great.
I'm on top of the world.
What can I say? Be brave?
I don't know.
Maybe bravery is what I need.
What for?
You're right. It would be no use.
I guess...
I need to let time go by.
But how much time, damn it?
That's the question.
How long does this last?
I don't know.
How long do you think it lasts?
I resent it.
That she slept with a guy,
I don't give a shit.
What I hate is that she did it like a bourgeois,
Like I'm a stick-in-the-mud.
Like I can't face up to reality.
See what I mean?
That's what's so humiliating.
Cheating is no big deal.
But calling a guy a louse, just because...
you don't love him anymore...
That's bad.
It's unforgivable.
I'll never forgive her.
Never.
Fr�d�ric found Ang�le's Bible
and religiously lossed it out.
Aren't you asleep?
What are you doing?
I'm not interested.
In what?
This kind of relationship.
We're either together or not, and you're not.
When we first met, I loved you madly
but I'm unhappier now than ever before.
I was with Fr�d�ric.
He's in a bad way.
Is that why? Because I was with him instead of...
He's my friend and he's in a bad state.
You can't blame me.
It's ridiculous! Crazy!
"I've lost the strenght, Paul, to wait for you to look at me.
I've never felt so lonely."
What are you doing? You're out of your mind.
- Stop it. - Come on!
Forgive me.
Stop it.
Elisabeth and I
almost broke up when our friends did.
Roland put together the movie he wanted to make with Ang�le.
It was his debut as director.
Fr�d�ric went to the set to see Ang�le.
In love, it's every man for himself.
Assassin's Mirror, scene 45/5, take 1!
When you're ready!
Assassin's Mirror, scene 45/5, take 1!
Cut!
Quiet!
I can't act if I'm stared at!
Who's he?
What are you staring at?
You want me to walk out? You want to abandon the film?
As for me, I had found work in Rome,
playing bit parts at Cinecitt�.
Elisabeth and I lived in a hotel.
I'm going to charge her with adultery.
But that's sick!
That's not what's sick. Don't tell me what's sick.
If she leaves me and takes half my money,
I don't want that.
Without proof of adultery, I'm stuck.
But you married her.
Yes.
Now I've got to divorce her.
But marriage means something.
It's a promise for life.
Even if you split up.
It's a bond that lasts a lifetime.
I wish it did.
That's why I married her. I'm not the one that's leaving.
She's leaving me.
That's no reason to set the cops on her.
You and the cops!
You're so obsessed, it's almost a joke.
I'm sorry, but...
you're siding with the cops.
You can't do that.
Elisabeth got pregnant.
We have no money.
Isn't it beautiful, though?
You'll do all the childcare. I don't know how.
And no more suicide attempts, OK?
You can't when you have a child.
It's what I've been waiting for.
The fear of the void I told you about...
It's gone forever, you see?
Paul?
I love you.
We dropped in on Fr�d�ric
to pick up a bag and say goodbye,
and went back to Paris.
L�a was born.
I swear!
I swear I was going to call you yesterday.
How've you been?
I swear it's true.
How are you?
- What's up? - Nothing.
Hello.
Is it asleep?
I should've had one too.
But I didn't.
- Has your phone number changed? - No
I'll call you tomorrow. Lunch?
- Love to. - Promise?
Scout's honor?
See you tomorrow.
Paul!
I'm not making sense.
I can't see you tomorrow.
I have to...
I have to go back to Italy.
See you next week, OK?
She's not with...
...Roland anymore. She went off with somebody else.
I love you, Paul.
- See you next week. - For sure.
Bye, Elisabeth.
That night, Fr�d�ric had a car crash.
I went to Salp�tri�re Hospital to see my friend one last time.
I never told you but...
my grandfather was like you.
He was...
a Communist.
He was rich but...
he was a Communist.
It was an easy choice, back then.
It was Hitler o Stalin.
Why am I telling you this?
That's not it...
I'm going to die, Paul.
Me too, Fr�d�ric.
I'm going to die.
Wait...
Come here.
I'll tell you something.
Come closer.
Closer.
The car...
I drove it at the tree
And luck. There's luck.
For instance, we were out on patrol
in a wood.
Our commander had said, "Take prisoners."
Prisoners, my foot!
We were like on a turkey shoot.
So...
Just then, I heard...
a burst of German Machine gun fire
and moans of pain.
I figured one of our guys
had been hit.
I ran,
but was stopped short
by a burst of gunfire throught a bush,
I tried to shoot back
but my riffle didn't work.
I looked at it. Guess what?
The German bullet had got stuck
in my rifle bolt. It had shielded me.
That was lucky!
So the German bullet didn't hit you?
- What? - The German bullet.
It didn't hit me. The rifle shielded me.
When I dismantled it later,
I found the bullet, crushed.
That's so lucky.
It's incredible!
Our lives depend on the next to nothing.
Same tiny thing.
I don't have a rifle to save me.
I won't escape like you did.
You'll escape. Why wouldn't you?
What?
I said it's better this way.
Better, why?
Because I've lost my reason to live.
Your reason to live?
Your wife?
She's your reason to live?
My wife.
You'll find others.
There are no others.
I've lost my wife.
It's better if I go.
Of course.
I have to go.
Yes, I see.
I have to go.
''And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two,
"from top to bottom.
"And the earth shook and the rocks were split.
"the tombs also were opened.
"And many bodies of the saints who had died were raised.
"Coming out of the tombs after the resurrection of Jesus,
"they went into the holy city
"and appeared to many.
"When the centurion and those keeping watch over Jesus
"saw the earthquake
"and what took place,
"they were filled with awe
"and said,
Truly, this was the Son of God."
The Gospel of the Lord.
Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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