All language subtitles for Va.Savoir.2001.EXTENDED.FRENCH.VOF.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H264-ALPiNE

WHO KNOWS?

Ready. Olivier, all good?

Find her.

Move towards the chair.

Walk towards the stairs

In place.

Walk the same steps.

That's good.

Do you still need me?

No, thanks.

Everyone free now.

I'm not happy with the light
behind the window. Can you fix that?

I'm such a moron.

Stop. We speak French here.

I'm at home, my language, I'm fine.

No, it's not that fine.

It's fine, it's not fine,

not fine, it's fine.

I'd just like to have stage fright,

stage fright, that's all,
not that much to ask,

instead of fear, it's ridiculous,
ridiculous, and foul.

And why, why, why?

- Oh, here.
- I looked for your old kimono.

It's not in the basket or in the trunk.

I think you left it in Torino.

You were supposed to mend it.
Here, on the shoulder, I'm sure.

I cherish that kimono.

- Oh, where's the bathroom?
- At the end, to the left.

I didn't steal it…

Find it, please.

Well, right or left?

Is Ugo done?
I need to speak to him.

I don't know.

- I heard advance sales are low.
- You heard? Fosco is desperate!

- Do you know where his office is?
- It's a bit soon to chase him, no?

And so…

And so…

And so, it was three years ago.

Three years…
He may have forgotten about me.

If that's the case,
he doesn't even know I'm here.

Even if he knows,

he won't come.

And even if he does,

he'll look at me
and I'll look at him too.

What's it to me? Nothing, I have
no regrets. I'm not guilty of anything.

I have a right to be here,
this is my home, dammit.

I need to calm down.

To think of something else.

Above all, I need to pee.

Ugo!

This round is on me,
one last drink before going up?

Come.

- See you tomorrow.
- I'll join you!

We need to do our best, tomorrow.

Because the Parisian crowd,
trust me, does not play around.

What do you mean?
They're not supposed to.

Try to understand me, what I mean is
this kind of crowd is… unpredictable.

Come on, just like any other audience.

How do you like the theater?
Nice, isn't it? Do you like it?

I keep getting lost,

like in a foreign country.

A good setup. Traditional.
I like it very much.

A bit too red for me.

Not for me!

What's wrong, Camille?

Why do you ask?

These past two days, you seem tense.

Is it Paris, making you feel this way?

Perhaps…

Coming back here for the
first time, after all this years.

How long has it been?
Two years? No.

- Three years.
- Three years, yes.

To top it off,
playing in Paris,

in Italian,

with an Italian author,
an Italian company…

You won't answer?

You answer.

Hello?

It's Luciana, she wants to
have a drink with you.

No, she's already in pajamas.

Yes, tomorrow, Luciana. OK?

And remember your position
when you do the scene with Salesio.

Uptight, masculine,

a tiny bit fascist.
It's important to me. Get some rest.

- So?
- I'm fine. Really…

- You really don't want to speak to me.
- No, don't speak.

I don't want to talk.

- And this?
- That, yes.

At your place?

At my place.

Pierre?

Who's there? Is that you, Ugo?

Pierre, great joke.

I really should calm down.

I knew it would happen,
it was coming.

Should have said no,
not a chance, not Paris.

Even three years later, I can't.

I cannot.
That's that.

Breathe…

My chest is blocked, everything is,
my temples are pounding.

It's horrible.

Horrible.

He doesn't know I'm in Paris, or…

He'd be here already.

Ugo, can I talk to you?

- Not right now.
- Just a minute, I must.

Fine, you're right--
In an hour, just one!

Why?

Why would Pierre wish me any harm?

He never has, by any stretch.

It's me.

It's me who hurt him.

And so…?

I left him.

As if I was the first woman
to leave a man.

Plus, I'm right and he knows it.

I was locked up,
choking, he wanted to--

To keep me in his prison,
to destroy me.

No, he never wanted that,
but it comes down to the same.

It was a matter of survival.
I had to leave.

I had a right to want that.
He knew it. He knows it.

Yes?

- Do you need me?
- No, thank you, everything's fine.

Good evening!

Good evening, I'd like to
see the show, please.

If you hadn't loved me so,
I wouldn't feel so bad.

If only I had explained,

but I couldn't explain.

One cannot love so much,
it's inhuman.

He's a monster.

I don't want to see him.

Ready?
We're on!

Paris, here we come!

She's here, with the usual suspects.
I saw her from the window.

- What are you holding?
- Nothing…

Careful to whoever comes up here,
I forbid you from staying with them.

- What would you do?
- I don't know, but it must stop!

Stop? Are you mad?

I won't even stay.

Go to the door, listen
if she's coming up alone.

Wait!
I hear her shouting!

- Maybe she's sending them off.
-They're all drunk.

- And someone was following them!
- Give me that gun!

No, I don't plan to use it.
I'll keep it, in my pocket.

- Try again?
- Yes.

He's sending the others away,
see that? Outraged.

And he reprimands me, now,
that I compromise his reputation!

And I'm supposed to make life possible
for you, is that right?

Me, with your daughter that--

Oh, God! Don't make me speak…

- No, Elma! For goodness sake!
- Get out of my face.

- I want to say - What?
- What you've done to me.

- Me?
- You! Everyone!

I can't take it anymore,
this is madness.

It's up to my neck, my stomach
is bursting. Wine, and wine…

Mad people that keep laughing,
all hell has broken loose.

Mirrors, glasses, bottles.
A jumble, dizziness.

Look, and see if that
is even a human face!

And him, there, with that dead face
and all his vices in his eyes!

And me dressed like this,
and you wanting to look like a devil.

This house, just like the entire city,

is madness itself, madness!

She comes in, but I don't know anything.
That night, I was at the "Lari-fari."

Who knows what fight she had
with her father?

She has a scratch here,
from the forehead to the cheek.

- Look closely, she still has the marks.
- But, it was not me!

- I did it myself, she won't believe it!
- I don't know anything, I wasn't there!

I come back here. Drunk, obviously!

I spill the bottles with my foot, and
then drink them doing Champagne bubbles.

You see? My most famous dance.

So, forcibly drunk, every night!

I don't even see, that night,
who picks me up and takes me to bed.

Elma, I beg you, stop it!

No, let me speak! He had gone outside--

What are you saying? Are you crazy?

Oh yes, I know! Only crazy people have
the privilege of being able to shout,

loud and clear, in front
of everyone, such things!

Look, he laughs, like he did the
next morning, when he wanted to know.

Because it is strange, that you--

That I give importance to
what you regard as nothing.

Everything means nothing here,
but meanwhile, look at her…

It is not fair! It's not!

Proclaiming it, you see, as a right!

She accuses them;
shouting that it is not right!

I need to get out of here, away from
everybody, away from my own self.

Away, away, away.
I can't be like this anymore. This--

It's up to you, Signora, to get
a hold on your life again!

My life? What life?

That of Signora Lucia,
with your husband.

- Have you forgotten?
- No, I haven't forgotten!

This man is still looking
for his wife after ten years?

- His Cia.
- Yes, Signora.

His Cia! Yes! Yes…

And, does he really think
she can be the same?

If you want to, Signora.

After ten years, the same?

After all that has passed, the same?

He's mad!

The proof: she's never returned.

If you want to now, Signora…

If I want to?
Yes, to flee from myself.

Remember nothing.

Empty my whole being.

A body… To be just a body.

You say it's hers, in her likeness?

I no longer feel myself,
I no longer care.

I no longer know how to live.

A body, a body without a name,
waiting for someone to take it.

Yes, indeed, if he must
recreate me, giving a new soul…

To this body…

His Cia?

His Cia.

Let him take it,
and put his memories in it, his own.

A beautiful life,

A new life.
I am desperate!

Signora, I rush to call him.

No one calls from my house!

- I shall call!
- No, wait.

I'll go. I'll call. And we shall see.

Let's be serious!

A body without a name.

A body without a name…

I knew it, I knew it.

I don't need you,
I don't want to see anyone!

What's going on?

- Is something wrong?
- Thanks. - What for?

The blank.
Without you, I'd still be there.

I thought it was ironic.

- What?
- Your thanks.

Ugo…

- I'll be fine.
- I'm sure of it, Camille.

Sabrina!

More proof that it is her!
Believe that it's her!

Come on, Salter!

Will you take care, Boffi, of sending
back all of my belongings?

Do you have the car outside?
I'm leaving like this!

Like this? Like this…

- Let's go. Let's go!
- No, wait a moment! And us?

- Eh? No…
- Cia?

Let's not fool around.

Let's hope she didn't pass out
walking down the staircase.

She fell into the prompter's hole.

She's not in the bathroom either.

The janitor says there is a secret exit,
under the workshop.

Calm down, calm!

It's more of a tantrum than a drama.

- Ugo, I must speak to you.
- I can't, I have to hurry.

We just got the fax from the bank.

The first deposit didn't arrive.

I'm out of cash for the dailies.
Everyone's ready to explode.

Advance sales are disastrous,
barely a third of the house.

So? What do we do?!

Pray.

Excuse me, have you seen Miss Renard?

- Yes, sir, she came in 10 minutes ago.
- Thank you.

What happened,
Camille, what's wrong?

Forgive me.

That's all you can say?
I've never seen this.

Leaving before the bow,
in an opening night.

Even if you didn't like your own act,
it's insulting!

To whom?

To the public, to me,
to the company, to everyone!

I didn't want to insult anyone.

- I felt bad, it happens.
- No. That's not enough.

No. I need an explanation.

I can't explain.

You can't, or don't want to?

Can't I help you?

No. All I can say is, I will try…

I promise, it won't happen again.

- You won't tell me more?
- No, I can't.

- I'm tired, that's all.
- Just tired, or…

Tired…?

I'm not very proud of myself.
I'm ashamed.

So, what are you going to do?

Sleep.

Then…

Good night.

If you need me, I'm here.

I'm sorry.

Come in.

- Come in?
- Room service, madam.

Leave that there. Thank you.

It's orange juice.

- I would have liked grapefruit.
- It's what you had ordered.

Yes, that's right.

- Do you want me to change it?
- It's not important. Leave it.

Good start.

Good continuation, rather.

Ugo?

Out already?

Charming.
Better and better.

Where could he have gone,
that bum?

Let's not engage with those stupidities.

I won't get caught up in it.

Won't let it eat me up.

It mustn't,

I can't, it must not…

I must not,

it can't go on like this.

I must see him.

I'll call.

No, I'll meet him.
I'd rather see him before talking.

I'll see him. See him?

I'll think about it…

Let's not trip ourselves over.

Shall I go?

Excuse me, I'd like--

- May I help you?
- Do you work here?

No, you look a bit lost.
What are you looking for?

It's about Goldoni.

An 18th century Italian author.

I know Goldoni, even if the 18th
century and theater aren't my thing.

- Nor Italy?
- On the contrary, but ancient.

- Are you Italian?
- How did you guess?

Want me to help you? Come with me.

Here you have the stacks:

the Rondel deposit,
the Douay deposit.

Careful not to drop them.

Write the references on your card,
and wait in the reading room.

- Thanks for helping me.
- It's nothing.

Good luck.

Mauduit…

Stable as a rock.

That's dangerous.

Hello.

- Yes, hello.
- May I help you?

Excuse me.
Am I at Pierre Mauduit's?

He's out.

Oh, he's out…

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Would you like to leave a message?

- No, thank you. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Thank you.

Find what you were looking for?

I don't think it can be found.
And you?

A cinch for me. I'm not in
foreign territory, I'm polishing up.

- What is it?
- What is what?

Your Holy Grail, the Goldoni.

It's a play, never published, which
he wrote in Paris and gave to a friend.

- I'm keeping you from your work.
- No, I'm fine. Go on.

That's it, the play is called
"Il Destino Veneziano".

This is why I'm skeptical,
it's not a very Goldonian title…

It is rather…
How do you say "apocrifo"?

Apocryphal, there you go.
Well, it might be a hoax but…

if it does exist,
if the play is real,

I would go crazy.
Now you know everything.

- So, it's a manuscript?
- It is.

It might still be kept by
the descendants of Goldoni's friend.

If they even exist.

There are autograph merchants.
They might know.

It's kind of you to tell me.

I will see you,

and you won't be there…

No, I won't see you,
but you will be there.

No, I won't see you,
you will not be there…

No, you'll be there, I shall…

Yes…

I see him, he's there…

Hello, Pierre.

Hello, Camille.

Three years, I thought you'd
have changed your habits.

No, I always do my morning prayer
on the usual bench.

- What's going on?
- Nothing.

As you can see, I'm in Paris.

- I see.
- I'm not staying,

we leave for Vienna next week.

You enjoy that lifestyle, I imagine.

I like that life, absolutely.

And you came here to tell me…

No…

- I went by your home. To say hello.
- Won't you sit?

Did Sonia tell you I was here?

- Her name is Sonia.
- Yes, I love her very much.

Been together for two years.

I met her when I…

- I went through a rough patch.
- I know.

- Oh, so you know.
- I mean, I have my doubts.

- Are you still mad at me?
- I wasn't mad at you.

You wanted your freedom,
and you took it.

- I was just very sad.
- Right.

- I'm doing… very well now.
- Good!

I'm happy to see you.

Won't you sit?

Did you publish your thesis?

No, it's really a state thesis.

It's been in the works years now.

- I'm not done with the old bugger.
- Heidegger.

You remember?

I think I even remember the title.

A bit complicated…
"Heidegger:

"from the pre-Socratic to the new
German thought". More or less.

The title has changed. It's shorter.

"Heidegger, the jealous one".

- Hell!
- Isn't it?

Sit down.

No, I can't.

I'm glad I saw you.
I was pleased.

Shall we kiss?

We kiss.

She's alright, your wife,
she seems to be a good person.

Sonia?

I printed the last modifications.

I was about to read it again,
before dumping it.

Very funny. I read it.

- And?
- And…

First, a kiss.

It's good.

You think so, or is it to encourage me?

To encourage you to sort it out.

How do you find yourself in this mess?

And what does it mean,

"Gelassenheit"?

Impassivity.

So, why don't you put "impassivity"?

"There is a history of impassivity,

"by which man became an animal
open to the world, etc…"

It's still incomprehensible, but less…

Less pretentious, you're right.

Shall I fix and reprint it?

With the German word in
parentheses, if you want to.

Yes. I love you.

Someone came to see you.

A woman.

What did she want?

She didn't say. Wanted to see you.

I think she was… your ex.

- Camille…
- Yes, Camille.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

Did she say anything?

Didn't have a chance to talk.

You don't look surprised.

I've got a really sore foot.
I've no clue why.

Here. Look.

You laugh, but it hurts.
- Don't you have other socks?

It's the only pair I found.

That's a good hole.
And a serious blister.

I'll throw it away.

Buy. Throw. Buy again.
That's what it is.

But dear God, you forget that Bruno,
without Cia, became a stranger to us!

- You confess that you did it for Ines!
- I did it, excuse me, also for myself!

Without feeling your stomach turn,
seeing her sick, grieving--

Sick because of the friction with Bruno!

You're curious, Bruno understood
and excused me, and you didn't!

I don't! Because I don't let myself
be influenced, thinking on my own, me!

Bruno, a stranger, I can understand,
and I ending up poor,

returning to possess what I had
gifted, one day, to my granddaughter.

Yes, I can understand!
Until this point, I understand!

It's not pretty, but it's human.

The man is not pretty, so much so that
I never wanted to get involved…

- So, I say, neither your man is pretty!
- Neither my man, fine.

Because you're kind, Lena, but…

But ugly!
Ugly! Ugly!

Even your personality is ugly!

Remember I'm also poor
because of gifting things away!

Yes, my dear Salesio,
now so poor, I'm saying to you--

Oh, here she is, our Cia.

But, look…

By God, you've become just like her.

- The living portrait!
- I came to compare.

- I have to perform the play…
- The play?

Aren't they coming?

Dead, after ten years. You never know,
better go back to square one… Just me.

- Enough, who's coming, apart from
my sister Ines? - Her husband.

- Livio? Silvio?
- Silvio.

I don't know why, I'm stuck with Livio…

- Be careful.
- Of what she should be careful?

- He's the one that drove--
- Stop, she'd stop thinking about it.

- A man of grace.
- Elegant.

- I'll be very happy to meet him.
- But you have!

Not as a brother-in-law, of course.
He was friends with Bruno.

Bruno must've had so many friends.

I hope I'm not constrained to meet them
all if he brings them through that door.

Who else is coming…
Boffi?

- Will Boffi be here?
- I'm not sure if he's in the city.

He is, he is… I told Bruno to
bring him too. I want Boffi here.

I want him.

Perfect, isn't it?

- It's as if you came down from there.
- Yes, but…

In truth, I never saw the resemblance to
that painting even as a little girl.

No? And Bruno told me it was made
using an augmented photograph.

- Of course, the photograph. - And him
giving every indication to the painter.

You can see the resemblence,
it's uncanny, by Bacchus.

Indeed, I always said:
"There she is".

What I meant was the eyes.

Excuse me, can I?

There! Look!

These are her true eyes, just as
I have always seen them.

These are the eyes, not those painted.

You have always seen
these eyes of Cia?

Yes, these eyes!

- They are not the same?
- Yes, the same!

These are the same, not those!
A bit green…

What green, they're blue!

For you, green.

For you, blue.

And for Bruno, look, uncle:
grey with black lashes.

Even the painter had his word…

"The real eyes of Cia".

You try to match them,

even using a portrait!

Dear Pierre--

My dear Pierre. No.

Pierre,

I forgot, stupidly-- No…

Today, I forgot…

to tell you
that if you want

to see the show,

I'll leave two tickets

at the counter,
for tomorrow night,

and the other nights.

If you want to come, come…

But don't come if you don't want to.

Ugo Bassani.

- Mr. Bassani?
- Yes.

- Come in, it's here.
- Thank you.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I prepared an isograph
of your author…

An isograph? What is it?

A sample of the writing which allows
experts to discern real from fake.

People come from around the world.

For the letter G:
Gobineau, Goethe…

This is a photocopy.
Keep it, I made it for you.

A letter he might have written
to Mr. Vernet.

- Mr. Vernet?
- Yes, Nicolas Vernet.

He helped Goldoni
when he was in Paris.

Look at your isograph.

It is dated December 9th, 1771.

It could be to him.

And this trifle he speaks of…

That could be the play I'm looking for.

What play?

A ghost play, unpublished,

which Goldoni might have given to
Mr. Vernet, to thank his generosity.

I'm set on finding it,
and be the first to direct it.

One can dream, no?

Indeed…

- Mr. Bassani…
- Yes?

I shouldn't advise you,
but if I were in your shoes,

and I had an unpublished play…

What would you do?

I know someone who has
an unedited manuscript poem of Rimbaud.

Only the last two stanzas
were published.

I guarantee the public
won't discover the beginning.

I understand.

You do?

I do.

You're telling me:
"My best wishes to you."

"Find the work."

But, you know people who
would pay a fortune…

if the work remains unpublished.

But if I put on a show…

Just out of curiosity…

would it be very expensive?
What's the price range?

Well over ten million francs.

Old francs, that is.

Have I somehow opened up
new horizons, Mr. Bassini?

There, you see. A body.

Being just a body. You say
it belongs to you, because it resembles?

I don't feel like myself or care anymore,
I don't know how to live anymore…

A body, a nameless body,
waiting for someone to take it!

Why, yes, if he recreates me,

if he gives back a soul, to this
body that belongs to his Cia.

Let him take it, let him take it and
put his memories inside it.

His own, a beautiful life,

a beautiful life, a new life…

Hello, is this the ticket counter?

Good evening, this is Camille Renard.

I just wanted to know,
I left two seats in care of Mauduit.

Only one person?
Man or woman?

Man, of course.

Why, of course? No reason, thank you.

No, no, no!

I'm worried about the
inevitable scandal.

So much pretext given, chatting the life
we had here, four months pushed apart.

- Complaints?
- None, but, you see…

- This is true.
- In the worse of theories, dear,

Reassure yourself.
You, there, would be deceived.

- Deceived? What are you saying?
- That I truly am her.

There, as Boffi, as uncle Salesio,

trust that you are in good company.

Yes, yes, after all…

It's better to laugh it off.

Maybe. Maybe he finds it hard
to laugh it off.

Because he knows he fools himself,
and it's not me fooling him.

What are you talking about?
You're crazy!

- That you are Cia.
- Cia, yes…

It's well settled by now,
don't worry.

That one, more than this,
here I am.

I'm ready to face it, but just for me,
and not for you anymore.

Because I fooled myself
as well, did you know?

- You? About what?
- About your regards.

And plenty. Go, Boffi.

I must speak to Bruno.

- What do you want? - You'll see.
- They'll arrive at any moment now.

I'm ready, trust me,
it will only take a few words.

You might not understand me,
but that's not important.

Don't be afraid, they won't play around,
I'll be the one playing around.

I'll make the game, and it will be
a terrible one.

- Go now.
- So, if they arrive I bring them here?

Yes, yes, bring them in!
It's useless. Go!

Useless,
useless but not important.

I just want to tell you…

I was with you for four months.

Look at me!

In the eyes, deep inside my eyes!

These eyes have stopped looking for me.

They are no longer mine,
not even to look at myself.

They've been like this,

like this,

in your eyes forever

that they may see, through yours,

an image of me

as you saw me.

I came here,

gave myself to you

totally,

I told you: I'm here, I'm yours.

Make me,

make me…

…as you desire me.

You waited for me for ten years?
Do as if nothing happened!

I am yours again

and no longer mine,
nor to the life I lived.

No, I have no memories, nothing.

Give me yours!

All those you kept of her before!

Cia! Cia!

Yes. I, Cia!

I am Cia!

I alone!

I! Not the one

who was, and…

What was it?

To be?

To be is nothing!

To be is to make oneself!

And I became her!

You have understood nothing!

- Yes, I've understood.
- Understood what?

Poor Bruno.

Poor Bruno, worried about the proof and
documents that will be presented.

Be calm that I am Cia, new.

You want so many things.

I wanted nothing coming here.

Nothing! Not even to live for myself,
to breathe this air for myself.

And to touch something with the
feeling that it belonged to me.

You, that for 10 years in which I thought
you waited in love for your woman.

I'm giving her back to you, alive.

Yes, to relive myself too, after so much
nausea and ignominy, a pure life!

And it's so true that against everyone
and every proof, even against yourself,

Yes, against yourself if you're forced to
disclaim me to protect your interests.

In front of everyone, I'll have the
courage to shout that I am Cia.

Me, because that one cannot
be alive, like this, anymore…

outside of myself.

Here they are.

They've arrived!

Leave me be, welcome them yourself.

I cannot present myself like this.

I'll be right down.

- Cia…
- Yes, it's…

Cia…

There's no one left.

- You plan to spend the night here?
- No…

- Is something wrong?
- No, nothing.

You look… A bit haggard.

No, it's nothing, I'm just a bit…

I invited someone, I'm surprised
they didn't come backstage.

They must've hated it.

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

Him.

- Are you sure he came?
- It doesn't matter.

Shall we go?

- I think we're the last ones.
- Yes.

- Good night. - See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.

Go on, I'll join you.

- Is that him?
- Yes.

I'll meet you at the bistro.
No, at the hotel.

- I can wait.
- No, go, I'll meet you at the hotel.

- I must say
I found you magnificent. - Thanks.

Sonia couldn't come?

- Will you have a drink?
- I have to meet Ugo.

His name is Ugo.

- You said magnificent to be polite, or…
- I'm short on superlatives.

And I was seated a bit far,

you were in a kind of light… Radiated,
yes, that's the word I wanted, radiated.

It was strange, for me at least.

That aside, did you understand,
more or less?

Yes, everything.
Well, almost…

It's about rekindling a love.

No matter who does the work.

Or…

- Or what?
- Nothing.

Anyway… you were magnificent.
What was her name again?

She has no name.

In the text, she's the Ignota,
the Unknown.

You're a magnificent unknown.

You know, I never forgot you.

Three years, and not a day
without thinking of you.

Pierre, I don't want to know.

We'd like to have you for dinner.
It's Sonia's idea. Is it possible?

Maybe Monday, our night off.
I'll have to talk to Ugo.

After tomorrow, perfect.
Ugo… He's the director?

Yes, he directs the company.

- And you live with him?
- Yes…

- Monday at what time?
- Normal time, eight, nine.

Come, both of you.

- Everything's normal then?
- Everything's normal.

See you on Monday.

Come in…

I'm not sleeping.

You didn't go with the others?

I was waiting for you.

To tell me what?

You have something to tell me, no?

So, it's him?

Yes.

Him who?

Him, Pierre…

Pierre Mauduit.

French, Parisian,

professor of philosophy,

married,

maybe…
or living with a certain Sonia.

That's all for the personal details.

He's a good person.

By the way, Pierre and Sonia
invited us to dinner on Monday.

- After tomorrow?
- Yes. I accepted.

Without asking me?

I said I'd talk to you.
It's what I'm doing.

What is he to you, that… Pierre?

I lived with him before,

before I…

I lived with him when I was in Paris.

He liked the play very much…

As if he understood everything.

- He's not a bore, you know…
- He's a good man. You told me.

And he liked the play…

- And, you lived with him how long?
- Two years.

All most two years.

- But not quite.
- No, not quite.

Fine.

Where are you sleeping?

Next door.

I want to sleep.

Me too. I'll sleep.

What did it do to you to see him?

- You still love him?
- No…

I'm sure of it. No.

- Yes?
- Good morning.

- Am I at Madame Desprez's?
- Mother!

- Hello Madame. Ugo Bassani. I called…
- Yes, yes. I know.

- Marie-Pierre Desprez.
- Delighted.

Come in, come in, please.

You didn't get lost?
Great!

I just put a cake in the oven.

I'm experimenting in pastry.
It's not very cultural.

It is cultural… It smells very good.

Thank you.

- What can I give you?
- Nothing.

- A bit of port?
- No, thank you.

You know, Madame… The Nicolas Vernet
library has become a legend for me.

The thought of entering it…
My heart races.

Few people know it's here.
How did you find us?

I met the right people.

Here you are!

It's wonderful…

To me, it's a pile of dust.

Sorry, it always happens,
I suffocate.

These papers are bugs' nests!

Come back as often as you want,

but without me…

My first husband
would turn in his grave.

He was a Delamarche,

his grandmother was a Vernet.

This library…
He spent his life in it,

more time than with me,

but I swore I wouldn't touch it.

It's from his great-grandparents,
and all that is Vernet…

Mr. Vernet, your first husband's
ancestor, he was…

A magnificent man… A great…
How do you say?

- Bibliophile!
- Yes, I know.

He amassed treasures.

If it were up to Georges…
my second husband,

everything would be sold
and I'd be rich!

But I am absurdly
and revoltingly loyal.

The manuscripts are classified…

- My daughter knows better,
- she sniffs around at times.

She's a real literary person.

Not like my son, Arthur,
from my first marriage.

My daughter
is from the second marriage.

She's a Desprez!
Do you have any children?

No.

It put an end to my career.

I sang like a bird.

I could have been a star
at the Folies Bergère…

Or at the Lido!

Mind you I have no regrets.

I adore my children and they adore me.

And you? You come and go a lot.

Across cities, and countries.

Not as often, no.
I work mainly in Turin.

Oh, Torino.

For me, it's like Lyon.

It's a city full of secrets,
arcane shadows…

I've never been there.
In Lyon, just once.

Is it nice there?

Turin? Very nice.

They make the world's best chocolate.

Nietzsche. He died there, didn't he?

Died? I'm not sure,
but he went mad there. That's for sure.

And he loved chocolate.
Yes, I read it.

I'll just check my cake for a second.

It's just an ordinary recipe. Go ahead,
don't be shy, go rummage…

- Excuse me.
- What for?

I don't know, I…

These old books are fascinating

but once they're opened,
it's a dismay.

I didn't say hello before.
Arthur Delamarche.

- Ugo Bassani, I am…
- Yes, I heard.

- So, did you find it?
- Not yet, but…

- You're hopeful?
- Always.

My eldest son, Arthur.

You never hear him come in
or leave… A real cat.

I'll never get used to it.

- Staying for dinner?
- I don't know.

You need money.

I always need money, mother.

But first I'll have a drink. Ugo?

Why not?

- See you soon.
- Until then.

Excuse me.
My mother said… this…

belongs to you.

Thank you.
So you are the daughter…

Yes, Dominique, they call me Do.

- How funny.
- Yes!

- Will you walk with me?
- No, I can't, I have to work.

-On ancient Rome?
- Yes, ancient and modern.

- Will you help me?
- How?

Sniffing out the secrets of the library.

I'll try.

- Thanks you, until tomorrow then.
- See you tomorrow.

No, I will go out with them, look.
I prefer it. I will join them.

Signora Lucia!

Who are you, may I ask?

Right… how is it that you're here?

- I defended the Signora.
- You followed them, I saw you.

You followed them, I saw you.

He has for a few nights already,
like a guard.

- He's always protecting my back.
- You don't know who he is!

The lady knows who I am,
let's not fool around!

Signora Lucia…

- Lucia? - Exactly. "Signora Lucia" he
says, in every tone, following me along.

- And you turned around every time.
- I bet!

- Because she is Signora Lucia.
- No, she isn't!

Yes! Jolting each step,

- each time getting paler!
- Of course, hearing someone shout--

- Shout your name!
- At night, with that devilish face.

A trick, Signora, a trick.
No one is truly devilish.

- Is that your vocation?
- Yes, my vocation,

while you play this mysterious part,
in front of everyone.

Meanwhile, truly being Signora Lucia.

- Oh, this is a good case indeed!
- He doesn't have the slightest doubt.

I'd have both of my hands cut off.

- You have another pair at home perhaps?
- Just these and I'll put a bet on them.

You bet that I am Signora Lucia?

Pieri.

What did you say?

Don't pretend you don't know.

No… I didn't hear…

I said Pieri.

And the husband of the Signora…

- is here!
- My husband?

Yes, Signora, Bruno… is here.

There must be some kind of order.

Must have been.
But when? Who knows?

No, that's not it.

I can't find it, can't find it.

"Il Destino Veneziano"…

"Il Destino Veneziano"…
Is that really the title, are you sure?

According to my sources.

If only it were in alphabetical order,

and at the letter D…

It's a treasure, it has to be hidden.

What's wrong?
Why are you staring at me?

I think you're handsome.

No, I'm joking…

Well, no.

You have shadows under the eyes.

Tired?

This tour is harder and harder.

Mother and I plan to go
tomorrow, it's not full?

Far from it, unfortunately.

I'm delighted you are coming.

She'll ask me to translate,
explain everything.

There will be "shhs" all around us.

I baked cookies…

Care for some?

Bless you, mother.
No thanks, we're working.

I hope she didn't hear me.

Luckily she hears nothing,
sees nothing.

She's right, it protects her.

- Protects her from what?
- Everything…

Strange things happen in this house.
In this room.

Things come and go.

Things?

May I help?

We don't need you.

Let us work.

I'm watching over you.

I had a sleepless night,
I was cleaned out,

I'm dead. I need consolation.

Good morning, Ugo.

Good morning, Arthur.

- You know each other?
- Yes, we met yesterday.

And you? You know each other?

What's it to you?

I'll have coffee in the kitchen.
I need to talk to you.

He bugs me.

I think I bug him too.

It's not you.
It's you being with me.

Oh, is that so?

He's not my brother,
he's my half-brother.

He has no rights over me.

When I was little, we were very close.

He's changed.

Because of his gambling.
Because he needs money.

No, it's not that.

Who cares? Mother, Arthur and me
live in different worlds.

And we adore each other.

Perhaps a bit too much.

I should go or he'll make a scene.

What are you scheming with that mop?

Mind your own business.

You can give me lessons
when they become clearer.

What are you talking about?

Be specific, I don't like it
when you leave me in the dark

For example, an 18th century
Protestant Bible.

It was on the bottom shelf.
opposite the door.

It's no longer there.
I checked it this morning.

I'm specific, aren't I?

I'll be straightforward too.

This library was built by a Delamarche,
who had full use and ownership.

My late father, to be precise

So I understand I can visit
as often as you do.

You call that 'visiting'.

I call that…
- Whatever you want to call it.

I couldn't care less.

I don't judge you.

But you're going too far.
I go too far, yes.

Too much isn't enough for me.

You'll say anything to annoy me.

Because it's my inheritance, I'd say.

So what are you planning to do
with your Italian guy.

Sleep with him?

You're totally sick.

Look at your hand.

Demi-plié.

Away from the bar.

Back straight.
Very good, Eléonor and Agathe.

Second position.
Demi-plié.

Arched back.

Grand plié.

Heels back. Very good.

Third position…

Plié…

Eléonor, no yawning,
class is almost over.

No one enters
before the end of class.

I love you too much,
I need to be close to you.

Stop joking.

Arms in a crown.
Very good, Agathe.

Class is finished,
in position for the bow.

That's very, very, very good.

That's fantastic, Sarah. Very good.

I run through this bit with you.
And Sarah will lead.

And to the left.

I wasn't joking.

I don't believe a word you say.

-You don't respect anything.
- Nothing.

- But you, I respect.
- Me?

You accosted me in that bookstore,

you haven't ceased to shock me.

You outrageously tried to pick me up,

openly disregarding the man I love.
You call that respect?

You remind me of someone
I knew before.

Really… Who?

Someone who is dangerous.

Very well, girls.

We'll finish with the diagonals
for Mr. Schubert. Take your positions.

Eleonore at the front.
I don't need to show you.

Just like that, you've met
dangerous individuals.

Plenty. They are drawn to me.
You are living proof.

That explains the role
your husband plays.

Does it?

He raises a wall of books
between danger and you.

You are so wrong about Pierre.

He's a passionate man.
Passionate people are also dangerous.

Is that why you say I am dangerous?

You? Passionate?

Don't make me laugh.

One compliment after another.

You only like to have fun. Anything not
superficial seems boring to you.

And you're wrong.
Pierre isn't boring at all. Ever.

If he's that much entertaining…

What are you doing with
an embryonic fun-lover like me?

Did I say embryonic?
I never said that.

But it's what you think.

You don't know what I think.
And you never will.

I'll tear it out of you.

Pompous, salacious scoundrel.

Get the hell out of here.

That's it for today. It was very good.

Till Tuesday?

Bye bye.

END OF FIRST ACT

Va Savoir
Second act

What? Flowers?

I shouldn't have?

It's not the first time you've come.

Coming here?
Yes, it's the first time.

Good evening.

Excuse me, wet hands,
from cooking.

Astromerias, how lovely.

That cage is new.

When his dissertation is done,

Pierre will get a magpie
from the German woods.

- A magpie?
- Yes.

A bird that can't stop chattering.

I'll get a vase.

You switched the living room
and dining room.

Not me, Sonia.

Sit down.

Are you alone?

Ugo is coming on his own,
I was hoping…

I thought he'd be here…
I hope he won't be long.

You hope?

I mean to say I think.

I'd love to drink something.

Yes, I got distracted thinking,
I forgot…

what I was thinking of.
I have vin jaune.

You loved it as an aperitif.
A glass of jaune?

You came alone?

No. Camille came alone
but her friend will follow.

Friend, partner, husband?
I'm not sure what to call him.

I don't know, whatever you prefer.

I'll get the wine.

How is the play going?

Alright.

It's been a while since
you've been in Paris…

Three years.

- It must seem odd.
- A bit.

Your ring is beautiful.

It's my engagement ring.

- With Pierre?
- No.

Another life. My previous life.
Which was very different.

Are you still working there?

Yes, still the same mess.
Wanna see?

I'll go turn around the leg of lamb.

- Is this your thesis?
- No, my nightmare.

I mean, my class.

Still at Poitiers?

Transferred to Rennes…
That's not the worst part.

Two days a week, it shouldn't
be hard but you know how I am…

- If you haven't forgotten. - Finicky.
- Conscientious.

I can't rush, I'd feel dishonest.

I waste a lot of time
and the backlog increases,

I curse the CNRS, the ministry,

and that sense of duty which
enslaves me to the school system.

A corpse in the State's service while
the world waits to be freed by me…

- I'm boring you.
- Not at all.

You aren't listening.

I'm just wondering about Ugo.

He should be here,
I hope he's not lost.

Can't you forget
your Ugo for five minutes?

It's not that late.

Your glass is empty.

It's the third, it's delicious,
I must stop.

I'll go.

- Your wife is lovely.
- We are not married.

Your friend…

- Your friend is lovely. How's that?
- We're more than that.

Yes, I know, I am banal.

No, you are superb.

Radiant, overwhelming--

- Good evening! Sorry about the delay.
- Good evening.

Although it seems I wasn't expected…

I suppose the toilets
are always in the same place?

Those, I didn't move around.

Forget it.

I'll take the melons out of the fridge.

- Can I get you a drink?
- Thank you, yes.

I just wanted to say,
I am so happy, that you're here.

I believe you. Did you hurt yourself?

You're not happy?

- Yes, I am.
- Not really.

Pierre, I'd just like to… May I?

- Say you're happy.
- I am happy.

- May I go?
- Yes. I'm sorry.

Camille says the play is going well.

It's going…

As it can go.

So far, the Italian public
didn't appreciate it too much…

- So the Parisians…
- Are they dumber?

No, no, no…
Unfortunately not.

You know, everyone wants…

A Pirandello that is psychological,
elegant, distinguished.

He is an author of "first instinct",

one who has never been afraid to mix…

- To mix the trivial with the "alambico"…
- The convoluted.

The melodrama with… the grotesque.

I tried to show it like that way.

Vulgar.

Vulgar…

Grimacing, like a bad dream.

Disturbing and without morals.

And not at all poetic.
That's it.

Too bad.
But I'm used to it.

In any case, you do a beautiful job.

You do a beautiful job.

No, it's not a job…

Or even a peculiar one.

It's all and I's nothing.

We create a world, it is the world…

There is nothing else,
everything is there and…

At the same time…

It's nothing.

We act on nothing… We are empty.

The curtain goes down
and there is nothing left.

Dust, dirt, and regrets…

A few traces of makeup…
on a paper handkerchief.

I tell you all this
and I've only had one drink.

Not even two sips.

Cheers.

Hasn't changed much after all.

I almost moved all the furniture
and even changed the rooms.

- I'm a bit feng-shui.
- A bit much.

I felt it would be cruel for you.
Sol gave up.

You are what?

Feng-shui, Chinese geomancy.

The art of organizing
the environment…

I can't stand that stuff.

The older I get, the more Western I get.
More European, Latin.

Further and further West.

I had bad times
before I met Pierre.

I got over it through yoga,
feng-shui, and dance.

I did a bit of dance, I kept it up,
the rest I quit.

Why do you say "a bit"?

- You still do.
- A bit.

I have a group of students
in the 11th district.

Very talented little girls,

they give me a lot and I hope
I give them back a bit.

I, too, went through a difficult period.

I didn't need yoga, qingong,
and what not…

- I met you, that's all.
-Yes, yes.

I can say it three times…
What I say three times is true.

In my experience,
everyone goes through hard times, right?

When I speak of hard times,
I mean hell.

I wallowed in a pond of sulfur,

and I thought if I saw
the one who dunked me,

my very gaze would
turn her into ashes.

You dream up things,
when you are in hell.

It's dumb huh?

But after so much suffering…

I began to understand,
I thought it out, everything.

But…

Hell… the real one,

does one ever leave it?

I'm the living proof.

Ugo is asking you if you really left it.

Of course I did!

I had locked myself into a position

where I was the oppressor
and the oppressed.

I understood that jealousy
is a dictatorship,

or as Malapart says: "Dictatorship
is the supreme form "of jealousy".

Malaparte.

Yes, your compatriot.

It's the epigraph to my thesis.

It sums up the incantations
of the old man of the Black Forest,

even if he seems to say the opposite,

an opening to the soul,
truth as unveiling…

- Sonia, tell me to stop.
- Stop!

I could go on till dawn.

Then again, Heidegger…

Why did I get on to him…?

You were speaking of hell.

It's… delicious, your leg of lamb.

Did you make it yourself?

I marinated it,
Pierre put it over the fire.

Excuse me.

What did you want to say before?

- When, before?
- In the cab, just before we arrived.

- Sorry, I don't remember.
- I'm sure you remember very well.

- Really? How come?
- Because…

For three hours
you did your usual act,

judging with that superior air,

- setting up your blow.
- What blow?

- What blow? Mamma mia…
- Your mamma!

First, you arrive late. Very late.
As if it were on purpose.

Second,

as soon as you get there,

you become the emcee,
in an exasperating way.

- And third…
- That I find Sonia most appealing.

I don't doubt it.

Thanks to you, the dinner
was a catastrophe.

I don't agree. I had a good time.

- Not me.
- No, why not?

I was ashamed of you.

I was ashamed all evening.

I'm sorry. I'm an actor.
Not a university professor.

Don't be a hypocrite.

Taking that superior air.
Unbearable!

- Really…
- Perfectly!

As in: "This guy is weird".

He is not weird, he was ill at ease,
it's normal.

You're not normal!

You don't say anything?

Not when you're in that state.

I'm waiting for you to calm down.

You can wait!

Paris is getting to you.
Calm down.

It's you that's getting to me!
Let me go!

Forgive me…

It's all my fault.

I never should have…

It's not a tragedy, you know.

I assure you…

Maybe you had too much to drink…

Don't you think?

Is it Hebrew?

- Or Phoenician?
- More like "Fibulian".

- And what is "Fibulian"?
- The language of safety pins.

For my thesis, want to know the title?

"History of the fibula in the Orient,
Greece, and Rome in Antiquity

"and its 20th century reproductions
in Italian and American film."

Ah, yes.

The fibula is the brooch

which holds the
two sides of the peplos, right?

- There, on the shoulder.
- You're smart!

I'm Roman.
I like togas, pleats, drapes.

I wore quite a few
as Titus, Corialanus.

Do you want to move on?

Let's go.

Careful…

The irillia, the scorpion,
one with wings,

the cone-shaped, the Jezerine,

with hidden springs,
the peacock tail with bows…

with a lock between two plates…

zoomorphic brooches for the British,

and so forth up to the Merovingians.

Then Philip falls, immediately, madly
in love with Andromeda.

And she, without really realizing it,

she is attracted to this man…

How can I say…
This simple and honest man, no?

Simple and honest.

- Which are the best qualities
of a man. - Well, there you go.

Unfortunately the gods are furious
and lash out at this new love.

Andromeda flees, and
Philip looks for her everywhere,

he searches in hell, in the desert,
in the cities in ruin, everywhere!

He becomes the hero at Marathon.
Theocritus tries to stop him,

but he manages to organize
a resistance against Darius…

Theocritus dies in battle, really!

Philip finds Andromeda
and Athens finds real peace.

Really, you have never seen it?

I didn't find the cassette,
Arthur saw it.

- Arthur is really your brother?
- Half…

As long as he's not your husband.

No, it's this way.

Good evening.

Sir, Madam, good evening.
What would you like to have?

But, little by little, she discovers

what she thought
was a marriage of love

was of convenience…

With tangled family ties.
Too complicated.

So, loathing arises…

Dominique.

Hey, Do.

- You don't speak. Am I boring you?
- No. I'm fine.

- I'm sad.
- No, you can't be sad.

- I'm here with you.
- You are lucky…

To have met you, indeed.

No. To be someone
else every night.

And never really serious.

-You have a girl in this class?
- Excuse me?

No. Too young for that…
You must be an older sister.

No daughter, no sister.

So you're a dancer?

- Neither.
- You could be.

There… Close in front.

And a small bow… To finish.

- OK
- See you Saturday! - See you Saturday.

- Hello.
- Hello!

We didn't have much of a chance
to talk last night.

- You might not have time, right?
- Not much.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to tell you…

I'm a bit embarrassed
about last night.

Why? You had nothing to
do with it. It was rather funny.

You really think so?

When Pierre gets started,
it's hard to stop him…

He's mad.

Precisely…

I know what you were to him.
Pierre hides nothing from me.

I wasn't surprised-- Sorry!

I'm the one that's surprised…
Surprised by you.

- By me?
- Yes, I don't know…

Your calmness, if you will.

- Am I being too frank?
- No.

How do you deal with him?

No…
There is nothing to do, we…

We get along well.
I am very happy.

And he puts up with you doing…

… what you do?
Dancing, I mean.

It's not full time.

Still, I feel like…

Without intention, I've disturbed
your tranquility.

It's not to find my own that
I wanted to see you…

Maybe if…

Don't worry. I wasn't disturbed.

I am very happy to have met you.

I don't know what else to say.

Excuse me, I must give up the room.

Excuse me.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Another time, perhaps…

Call me before.

I thought I made that clear.
I don't want you here.

As long as you do not come to me,
I will come to you.

- Who is she?
- An actress.

Why are you interested?

- Run to catch up with her.
- An actress…

Yes, I'll go!

Will you kindly understand
you are mistaken, and leave?

- The Signora knows I am not mistaken.
- As long as you do not call my husband.

- Signora, your husband--
- Be done with this husband!

You told me he was dead.

The Signora lied.

Thank you, Sir, for this affirmation.

Thank God!

- You lied?
- Yes.

Wait before thanking God.

I thank you for the satisfaction
you give me by affirming

so strongly this right I have, to lie,
despite the life I've led.

You want me to account for my lies?

Account for your own!

- I never lied!
-You?

We do just that, all of us!

Four years ago, I could have lost
someone who wasn't my husband.

If it's him, he's changed his voice.

He's playing a part, mother.

Almost as in every story that is told.

Tell us a bit of the story,
it would be interesting to know.

And hence learn some truth
on this Signora Lucia, which is me.

Listen, listen…

Signora…

Allow me to speak to you,

face to face!

Not face to face…

Here! In front of him.
I'd like for him to know.

There are no more secrets today,
nor modesty.

Ah, good, did you find something?
Excuse me, I'm so hungry!

But did you know I couldn't
kick the bottle down tonight?

Maybe, I don't know,
I was putting myself too far away….

Excuse me, may I?

See? I put myself too far away.

Shame…

Thank you.

This Signora Lucia, and I'm sorry if it
might offend her husband,

does dances at the "Lari-fari",
did you know?

Mom, please,
don't talk too much, OK?

- Can I come in?
- Come in.

Come in, mom.

Madame Desprez,
how are you doing?

- Please sit down.
- I'm impressed.

Please.

I didn't understand everything,
I admit it.

But… Oh, you… you…

Me!

- Besides, I didn't recognize you.
- You didn't?

I looked at the program three times
to be sure.

But you know,
I could only see you. Only you.

Ugo?

Excuse me.

I'll wait for you.

I'm coming.

She's the actress?

She is very pretty.

She speaks French without an accent.

Mother, she's French.
Camille Renard.

So she's bilingual!

- I admire that.
- I'll tell her.

And you, Dominique?

It was beautiful.

Honestly?

I'll tell you tomorrow.

And this…
What did I ask you?

Look at this fix-up.
You can see it in the tenth row!

So come on, do it right again
and make it solid.

- Hey, Pamina.
- Goodnight, Ugo.

Goodnight, Camille.

You don't even say good night?

- Listen, you're more and more…
- I'm more and more what?

- What did she do, that poor girl?
- And you, what did she do to you?

Do you have to give all those smiles,
all those "good evening, Pamina"?

What is it? A code?
You have an appointment later?

A code because I say "good evening"?
What's wrong with you?

Yes, yes, I'm fine.
If you think I'm blind…

I already didn't understand why
you had taken her with us on tour…

…but if that's what you want.
That's fine.

- Have fun, both of you.
- Listen…

- Listen…
- Let me go!

Asshole.

Look, I'm getting tired
of all these stories, okay?

Today Pamina and tomorrow who, then?

Leave me alone.

I can't stand you anymore
with your fake looks!

Come on, get off me.
I want to kill you.

- Pierre?
- Yes?

- Is that you, Camille?
- Yes.

We have to see each other.
I want to talk to you.

I want to see you too.
What's wrong?

- Is it urgent, urgent?
- Yes.

We have to talk it over,

I need to,
I can't go on like this.

- Talk about what?
- You know very well.

May I see you?

I'm busy with work. I'm off to Rennes
tomorrow, I have to prepare.

- Are you alone?
- Yes. Sonia is at her lesson.

- I'm coming.
- Now, right away? - Yes.

Yes, come.

What is it?

It looks like another register.

There are numbers, names.
I don't understand…

I think I understand the classification.

It's half alphabetical,

half thematic.

But, in fact, there were several…

Contradicting each other.

You scared me.

What's wrong today?

Nothing, I'm fine.

Yesterday you were happier.

- That's not true.
- Happy, sad…

- Today you're cold.
- Not at all, I'm not cold.

I am pensive.

Better look for what you're looking for
than worry about me.

What did I do?

What did I say?

Nothing.

You are…

You are as you are.

- Do…
- What?

I found it.

I have it, I'm holding it!

"Il Destino Veneziano"?!
Are you sure?

Where is the title? There is no title.

Is that it? Is it him?

"Bernardino Perfetti… Sienna."

It's not him.

You looked so happy…

The writing, it looked so much like…

We haven't checked everything.

Of course, it must be here.

It should be here…

It was here.

Didn't you say things come and go?

Clearly, things "go",
disappear. No?

Not many.

"Things come and go.
He's a gambler." You said it!

Talking about your brother.

Maybe, so what?

Maybe he likes burning books.

- He loves beautiful bindings.
- And money.

What are you looking for?
What are you trying to do?

Trying to lead me against him?

You'll never succeed.

No one, do you understand?
No one.

It took you a while.

I came right away…

Pierre, we must be frank, both of us.

- You could say hello…
- Hello.

Come, I'm gathering
notes for my class.

I have a train at 7 PM.

In any case, I'm not staying.

I told you the other day,
the other night…

- Are you listening?
- I'm listening.

I thought I clearly told you,
I'm not the one you knew before.

There's no going back.

I've got a new life too.

I love Ugo.
I love what I do with him.

- I love working under his gaze.
- You came to talk about your job?

No. To tell you I've grown up.

I heard you clearly,
I understand perfectly.

You say there's no going back.
But neither is there change.

We are the same, you and I,
as before.

You're scared. I understand.

It's terrible… and marvelous.

What are you talking about?

It's not what I'm trying to say.

I don't care what you're trying to say.

You're here, that's what counts.

- You're at home and you know it.
- Not at all, it's the opposite.

I'm elsewhere, definitely elsewhere.

You have to understand.

There is no elsewhere, only here.

I didn't come and get you. You came.
You're here, and you're staying.

What are you talking about?

You have to be in Rennes tonight.

Don't look at me that way.

You're right, forgive me.

I'll accompany you.

This way…

What are you doing,
kicking me out?

We didn't talk.

We'll have all the time!

Pierre! What are you doing? Open up!

I'm keeping you, Camille, I am not
letting you leave again.

I'm not strong enough. You stay.

Stop, you idiot…

You're mad! Open up!

Yes, I'm mad… about you.
I never stopped, never will.

It's crazy, Sonia will arrive…

She may or may not understand.
I don't care.

I have to play at the theater, I can't…
they're waiting for me!

I've been waiting three years.

Think about it.

Think.

No one in sight.

I'm always worried about her.

Yes, I know… not professional.

Enough. She's here now.
Let her get dressed.

It's not a tragedy, I'm not dead.

All is well.
Fifteen minutes before the curtain.

Ten minutes late!

Fuck me…

Here's Lena, again.

Alone… Well? What did she say?

I don't know…

She says that it's because of it
that she won't come down.

- Ah, because of "this situation"?
- Yes!

So she wants to wait?

That means she truly
wants to make me despair!

What do you want me to do?
That's what she said!

I'll go myself.

I'll go myself! I'll go myself!

- I'll go myself!
- What is going on?

- What's happening?
- There must be more to it!

- I think so too. - He even implied it.
- But, what could it be?

- He even said this doesn't end here.
- Right, "the situation".

- I'm not sure who he was referring to.
- I say it's about the letter.

- The letter?
- I think so too, be sure of it.

- What letter?!
- One they received not long ago.

It set them in turmoil….

Boffi was also there, they immediately
sent him, don't know where, to impede--

- Ah! There he is! That must be him!
- You'll see! He's about to step out!

- She was waiting for him!
- That's what she tolds us too!

- She wanted Boffi to be here!
- There he is!

- He's not alone!
- It's a crowd!

- Who are they?!
- Is there a sick person too?

- They're helping them out!
- Where is he?

- What's this?
- They're coming from far away…

- They're outsiders!
- Look at this…

Let's not fool around!

How frightening!

Le… na…

- Le… na…
- Dear God, but, how?!

- She's calling me.
- Who is she?

Where's Bruno?
And the Signora?

Le… na…

- She's calling me.
- Are you part of the family?

Is your name Lena?

- Yes, I'm the aunt.
- Listen to that.

There's a member of the family
that is called Lena.

More proof… more proof!

Now it's a certainty!
And we didn't know of this.

- What is true? - Dismiss her,
she did it the entire journey.

Le… na…

She's calling for Lena, you hear?

Why? Only this name stuck.

You, that claims to be almost
like a mother to the girl.

Cia? Cia…

Cia…

Try calling her yourself as well.

- Ah, there she is!
- Here I am.

- Cia…
- Wait.

Turn on the lights, you can barely
see in here.

Cia…

Le… na…

Lena?

It went well tonight, no?

We had the right pace.

- What we don't have is the public.
- We had some.

Not enough.

It's madness, this tour.

- An abyss.
- You're worried?

More than that, I'm scared.

Scared of losing the company.

- It's not like you.
- That's what scares me.

Excuse me.

No, Dominique. Come in.

Camille, Dominique.

- Good evening.
- How are you?

Haven't we meet before?

- Yesterday.
- Ah, yes, yesterday.

I had to see it without my mother.
I was so uncomfortable.

Does it stand a second viewing?

Yes… Totally.

Dominique is writing a thesis.

Just a paper, but I don't like talking
about it. Excuse me.

- We meet tomorrow?
- Probably.

See you tomorrow then.

Goodbye.

You're seeing her tomorrow?

My old Goldoni quirk, she's helping.

I'm not questioning you.

Shall we have dinner?

I'm not very hungry.

I can't find the big register.
It's disappeared.

Really? You're blind.
There, in front of you.

I meant the other one,
the one you found yesterday.

- Arthur might have taken it.
- I don't see why…

- It's definitely not sell able.
- Maybe it's in my room.

Why?

What if I took it last night
because I couldn't fall asleep?

- A sleeping aid?
- A drastic one.

And then I had strange dreams,

with Arthur, mother…
And you.

- What are you looking for?
- The register.

It's under my bed.

- Which side?
- Guess.

North, south, hot, cold.

I'm not in the mood for guessing.

Why?

Maybe because I'm a bit too old.

You don't believe it.

Or not old enough…

If you had to choose?

Between what and what?

The Venetian destiny or…

a Parisian chance.

You're the Parisian chance?

Look at me.

Look at me in the eyes
and I'll tell you.

I love you, Ugo.

I think I love you…

Don't say
you had nothing to do with it.

I have nothing to say…

I can't tell you anything.

Nothing?

Let me go, leave me alone.

Let me go!

Let her go.

- She said to let her go.
- You too.

Get out, both of you.
Leave me alone!

I know what I'll do.

- What I must do.
- Get out.

I don't take orders
from a petty criminal.

- A thief.
- Say that again.

I'm just saying you're a criminal.

A thief. A book thief.
Anything that falls into your hands.

You stole from me!

You're in my house.

What's here is mine.

You attack my sister,
you insult me, in my house.

I'll kick you out of here.

I'd like to see that.

Alright, stop.

Stop, you're crazy!
I've had enough…

- Do.
- Leave me.

- Leave me…
- Do…

Yes, I'm screwed.

This door is loose.

What are you doing?

The audience is here, we are playing
in 15 minutes, what's wrong?

We are staying here.

Shut it, I'll say it.

Listen, Ugo, in behalf of everyone…

I'm letting you know that if you
don't pay us immediately

- we are not playing tonight.
- No! I don't agree…

Ugo is doing the best he can,
it's not fair.

It's better if you stay quiet,
we all know why you're saying that

- Say that again.
- Wait, wait a minute. Go.

I called Rome this morning, I asked for
an advance on our plays from September,

The money will be here, in Paris,
this next week.

It's always this next week.
Always tomorrow, always the day after.

No, you pay now!

Yes, have we finished breaking
our backs for nothing?

For nothing? Oh…

But, no…

Mr. Basani, self-proclaimed genius,

uses all the money that comes in

for hats, costumes, lights and
these scenographies that stink

which costed us twice than
what we planned.

We, we could even explode.

This shirt, I wash it at night
and I put it back the morning after.

I only eat canned tuna, we are in Paris,
and I can't even afford to buy a brooch.

It's shameful! Shameful!

What is this about? Money? We could
make money with any shitty show.

Shall we talk about
the quality of our work?

Shall we talk about the stinky ethic,
or not?

Fine, but hand out the money,
which is very ethical in itself.

And the previous payements too!
The money!

Listen, listen to me…

I'm about to conclude a big deal, OK?

I can't say anything else, because…

- Because it's too early.
- Too late, you mean?

Wait, just wait.

The money will be there,
and plenty, OK?

Let's make a bet, together.

I am once again
asking for your confidence.

But I guarantee you that
if I pull this off,

every one of you, at the end of this
tour, will have twice the previous amount.

Ugo, what are you saying?

Listen, I'm saying the truth!

Now, here, is that better?

You tell me, do I have to go and say the
play is off, that they'll be reimbursed?

That's quite the blackmail.

- Blackmailer.
- Go, go.

It's up to you,
should out the moustache back?

Or not?

- No, wait, what are you doing?
- Ugo!

- Where is he going?
- Ugo! Ugo!

Ugo, Ugo!

I'd like a seat in the orchestra.

Hurry, it's about to start.

She's here.

With the usual crowd.
I saw her through the window.

- What do you have there?
- Nothing.

If she brings them up,

I forbid you to stay with them!

What do you want to do?

- I don't know, it must end.
- End? Are you mad?

I won't make myself be seen.

- Wait! I hear her shouting.
- Maybe she's sending them off.

They're all drunk… And
someone was following them!

Give me that gun.

No, I don't plan to use it.

- I'll keep it in my pocket.
- Give it to me!

Leave me alone! Do you hear?

Sounds like they're fighting.

Shame on you! This is an aggression!

I need nothing but your embrace now.

Get out or I'll shoot!

They make me sick!

- What did they want?
- The same, those pigs.

They made me drink so much…

It's scandalous!
The neighbors will complain again.

- I told you to kick me out!
- No, Elma!

- He says it's a scandal.
- Just don't go out with them again.

No, I will go out with them, look.
I prefer it. I will join them.

Signora Lucia!

Who are you, may I ask?

Right… how is it that you're here?

- I defended the Signora.
- You followed them, I saw you.

He has for a few nights already,
like a guard.

Yes?

Sonia!

You should have told me,
I'd have left a ticket…

I… prefer paying to watch.

I don't know what to say, except

that I liked it, I think.

You are very good.

The part is… dangerous.

Beautiful but dangerous.

No difficulties with the Italian?

I resorted to my past.

You were in Italy?

I moved around.

Even went to jail.

Well… I'm off before
I tell my life story.

Don't have time for a drink?

No, I have a date,
I'm already late.

I'm touched you came.

I am touched. I assure you.

Good night.

A shot of whiskey, please.

- People are watching.
- No one cares.

Don't resist…

Don't hold back, you are mine.

I'm not yours.

Let yourself go.

Close your eyes.

Sleep, Sonia, I want it.

Excuse me.

Ready?

- And you?
- Can we walk together?

Want to be my guide?

Something to apologize for?

Always the same with you.

Always the same,

always another.

You don't like it anymore?

I didn't say that…

Who's there?

It's me, Do. Am I disturbing?

What is it, Do?

Nothing…

You didn't answer.

Am I disturbing?

- May I come in?
- No.

You're not alone?

Yes, in fact.
That's why you can't come in.

I frighten you?

I just want to talk.

I don't want to.

What did I do?

Nothing.

Why have you changed since yesterday?

I haven't changed, it's you,
everything else, I don't know.

But I can't let you in.

Leave, fast, please.

I don't deserve this…

I want an explanation, let me in.

If you come in,
I can't promise anything.

Either I jump on you
and devour you,

or I give you a spanking of a lifetime.

I'll take a chance.

Not me…

I beg of you. Leave.

Or I'll never see you again.

- And our Goldoni?
- I don't care about Goldoni. I give up.

No, I do care but…

I can't succumb to you now, Do.

You make me very sad, Ugo.

I'm not used to this, it's too hard…

Stop it! Stop acting spoiled.
Don't wreck everything!

Do?

Do? I didn't mean it…

Eléonore, Zoé, Zelda, Alqa…

Anastassia…

- Everyone's gone?
- Yes.

For once you don't arrive
in the middle of the course.

I wonder what you're holding there.

What do you have
behind your back?

That's how I like you,
on your guard.

Champagne.

- I let my guard down a bit.
- I like you this way as well.

What are we doing?

No… I gave in once, I was wrong.

There's only one wrong in life,
which is to have regrets.

- Do you have any glasses?
- Keep your life lessons to yourself.

Look in the sink.

- You have to rinse them off.
- Really?

I never choke on champagne
but don't trick me into it by drinking.

By getting you drunk?
I'm too proud for that.

- What are we drinking to?
- To luck.

To the luck that made me meet you?

Ugo, look at me Ugo.
Look at me…

Ugo, you didn't have to come--

Lena's jacket, look. Let's fix it,
it's worn down.

- Ugo, look at me.
- Look at this. Look.

- It's all dirty with dust and make-up.
- Ugo, look at me.

Is this shirt ready?

Ugo! Look at me!

What is it? What's wrong?

You… don't see anything.

- See what?
- I don't know, it's not my business…

That she goes wherever,
with whoever…

Who? Who?!
Who are you talking about?!

No one.

Not the eyes, not the eyes!

Sonia, it's me, Camille.

I thought…

How horrible.

I thought I was
in a cell with the fat one…

In a cell with the fat one?

With her greasy hair
and big cigars.

She bribed the guards,
couldn't help herself.

She hit me really hard.

My head really hurts.

It's horrible.

Do I have any marks?

No. I don't see anything.

I'm thirsty.

This prison thing…
I thought it was a joke.

I wish it were.

Ten months.
Makes you think twice.

I'm still thirsty.

- What did he give me to drink?
-who?

Him, Arthur.

You never did anything wrong?

Yes…

I did.

Living with Pierre, and leaving him.

Maybe.

You agree, he's mad?

One could say that.

Totally.

He's like the other one.

What other one?

Eight, ten years ago.

I only thought of dance, I was…

He taught me… everything.

He lived at night, slept in daytime.

I'd wait for him at the corner,
to help him,

hide him.

Then I wanted to participate.

I was like a kid,
I thought it was fun, exciting…

Fun!

Climbing fences, breaking windows,

scaring people, neutralizing them,

taking their valuables, their jewels…

Living it up, grand hotels,
that kind of…

It's funny, my finger shrank.

What is it?

It's not my ring. It's a fake.

He robbed me.

I knew it.

I was sure of it.

This studio is badly orientated…

May I see it?

It's from the Second Empire
with two very pure diamonds.

Signed Mellerio di Melter.

He knew… That bastard.

Is it worth a lot?

If he knocks on the right door,
I dare not say…

Two million…

How can you tell it's a fake?

The real one has an inscription.

"Tempus fugit, manet amor."

I kept it as a…

lucky charm.

Without it, I feel naked.

I'll make him regret it.

Think it's funny?

No, I'm discovering you.
I like you, Sonia.

And I hate you.

What are you going to do?

That's my problem.

I'll leave you.

I have to think it over.

Camille… It's not true.

- What?
- I like you too. Despite it all.

He… He thought of
something similar.

- To me?
- Yes!

You're terrified about the suspicion
that anyone could arrive to, as I have,

- turns out to be truth.
- What truth?

- And you could believe her?
- They believe!

They believe. Because it's the truth.

The facts.
The very "deceit" he believes in.

- What are you saying, Signora?
- How is that possible?

It's a vendetta against me,
fiercer than his!

It's not my vengeance.

The facts are the vengeance,
dear, the facts.

You wanted to come there,
calling them here?

I cannot accept their recognition!

You alone had to
recognize me, unselfishly!

If you need to, look closely,
because you have no use for a vengeance.

Now, you must believe.
Facing the facts,

- Believe…
- Why must I?

To this deceit of mine! What more
do you want me to say?

You're doing this to test me!
Everything, just to test me!

- No, really.
- Yes, that's what it is.

Or maybe this is just
another one of your manipulations.

What manipulation?!

To imply that I'm acting
for that purpose.

- No!
- No? Well, then…

Believe, and I say truly…

That in the facts, you can all believe.

Yes, believe in him and
give him reason, in everything.

Even for this poor girl, yes,
that she may be Cia, truly.

Le… na…

Listen, Lena…
She's calling you.

- Why don't you want to believe?
- Le… na…

There, you, truly.

I didn't want to see you,
I sent you away for more than a month.

As soon as I saw you, I couldn't say
anything. But she comes calling for you.

She has always called for Lena,
and you don't want to believe?

Because she didn't speak to you?

But, how would she? You see?

How she calls for Lena like this,
with a smile.

No voice can ever reach her anymore.

You don't remember but…
We met two or three days ago.

I remember. Very well.

I wanted to tell you something…

but facing you, I'm paralyzed.

Paralyzed? Suits you.

You know me that well?

Just enough.

I wanted to say you were fantastic.

I see you are stiff, hostile.
What did I do?

I'm just a bit in a hurry.
I'm expected.

Meaning: get out. A pity…

I understand your character
better than anyone.

I am the Unknown, even if
you think you know me.

- We'll see about it another time.
- I'll take you up on it, when?

Listen…

I know you won't call me.

But I will come and see you.

Ugo?

See you soon, then.

Are we having dinner tonight,
or do you have something else?

No, I have nothing.
Why do you ask?

I don't know,
I have a huge load on my shoulders.

Yesterday, we almost
had a catastrophe.

You've been by my side,
but, frankly, now

I don't know where you are.

I'm here.

Don't play with words.

You almost missed the curtain call.
You call that being here?

I didn't miss it.

You want me to be more frank?
So I ask you,

who are you with, who do you spend
the day with, who do you hang out with?

How dare you speak to me that way?

Are you going back to him?

Or is it already done?

I won't even answer…

I have a question for you.

Do you think I'm evil?

No. Not that.

You're anything but bad.

You might hate me, but for Vienna,

you should think of a replacement.

Are you serious
or do you just want to hurt me?

You should just think about it.
No reason to dramatize.

No… No reason to.

No, I do have the object.

Not virtually, really.

The problem… there is no problem.

It's a deal, if the money is
real, not virtual.

Better today than tomorrow.

Then, better tomorrow
than the day after. Alright.

I'll meet you. Goodbye.

- Waiting for someone?
- Who knows?

But you're here.

Come, help me out.

Let's go.

- You plan to score?
- Don't talk that way.

- Who was it?
- Who was what?

On the phone.

I never talk business
even with you, Do.

I don't like your business,
and you know that.

The sad story of my life.

Let me finish.

You're really hopeless.

And you're smart, handsome, gifted,

the only one I love.

What were you saying?

- I only love you.
- Liar.

You're in love and miserable.

I don't know what you see in him.
Did you see his nose?

It's part of his charm.

With you, anything goes.

Ever since you left home,

every time I fall in love,
something is wrong.

In the end,
you pick up the pieces.

Stop. You're perfect.
You have everything…

At least I have you.

I hope.

May I sleep here?
I slept badly, I'm dead tired.

Me too, I didn't sleep well.

- How come? You did something stupid?
- One more, one less…

You're beautiful, that's all.

- Beautiful… I feel awful.
- You're beautiful.

I had a strange experience yesterday.

For the first time in my life…

For the first time in your life?

No, nothing.

Where are you going?

To close the blinds.

So that you can sleep.

Yes?

- Hello.
- Come in.

Am I disturbing you?

I brought it for you. It's today's.

There's a good review.

Thank you.

Also…

it's a book I like very much.

I'd like to know…

Do you think I'm overdoing it?

I think you think too much
over what I think.

At this time, I think very little.

- Is it a good review?
- No…

Frankly, I'm not here for that.

- I wanted to see you because I thought…
- You thought… - Yes.

It's alright.

Is it about the ring?

You said you did not think…

I didn't say "not".
I said "very little".

Yes, the ring.

The only treasure of my old life.
My secret trophy.

I care about it more than I can say.
It's my soul, it's me.

Do you understand?

Not really.

But I believe you.

Arthur knows I know, for sure…

I can't press charges, and I'm alone.

Unless you…

Me? What can I do?

I don't know, but if we're two…

- Two accomplices?
- Yes.

For instance, one is the
look out, or distracts him,

- while the other…
- Too complicated.

I don't know, I'm thinking…

I can't go there when he's there.

- But maybe…
- I can.

How?

There, it's our pact.

- If I succeed, retrieving your ring…
- Yes?

Don't ask me how.

Surprise. Expecting someone else?

No, I expect nothing, no one.

Are you alone, can we talk?

- I have work, but come in.
- Thank you.

Why do you want to talk?

You don't have the slightest idea?

If it's about Camille,
I have nothing to say.

When you talk about Camille,
it's my wife.

You have a tendency to forget.

I'm here to remind you.
Ram it into your brain.

Quite a program.

You're funny, you know.

Today, I'm funny. But a century
ago, for instance in Vienna,

we'd settle this on the Prater
with pistols.

I miss those times.

Today, I miss it dearly.

A duel to death.
Quite an original fantasy.

Don't joke,
I might take you up on it.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

I might challenge you. I'd love it.

But you don't think it feasible.
How convenient.

- With pistols?
- No…

- You've prepared something…
- Less enthusiastic?

On the contrary.
You make me laugh.

You've laughed once too often.

You're the offended?

The offended
chooses weapons and place.

Exactly.

- Are you seriously serious?
- Do I look like I'm joking?

What do you choose?

Come to the theater
at four tomorrow,

use the actors' entrance.
I'll be there.

- That's the place. And the weapon?
- You'll see.

Till death?

- Till death.
- I'll be there.

Now, now, now…

Have you come to
punish me for my imposture?

You are right! Do you know how far this
imposture was intended to go?

Until I was recognized by three people,
my sister, brother-in-law and my aunt,

which I am seeing right now
for the first time in my life…

- Cia, what are you saying?
- How true it is…

that I've never been around here,
before he brought me!

- You know that's not true! - It's true…
- That's what you want us to believe.

- You're just saying it! - Because I like
that you believe that I am Cia.

But Cia is leaving now…

- She's going back to dancing…
- What?!

I'm going away, with him.

I'll go back to dancing,
in Berlin! Berlin…

You won't move an inch.

I told you that you were
misguided while looking for Cia.

Look, dear…

Up here, in the lounge,
do you know what I found?

A small notebook that
belonged to Cia,

don't forget for our sister to see if
this poor soul has, here, on her side…

- Yes, a mole.
- Red?

Textured?
In that same place, truly?

Yes, textured,
but not red, black.

And not really on her side.

In the notebook it said: "Red,
textured, on the side like a ladybug."

If it got darker, if it shifted,
it's still there.

Further proof that it's her.
Believe, believe that it's her.

Come, Salter!

Will you take care, Boffi, of sending
back all of my belongings?

Is the car outside?
I'll go out like this!

Like this? Like this!

Let's go.

- No, wait!
- What about us?

What, just like that?

Le… na…

Cia?

Let's not fool around.

Good evening.

You should have told me
to chill the champagne.

How original.

- Where do these stairs lead?
- Just a terrace where I dry my laundry.

It's nice.

It's very nice.

- You're surprised?
- A bit.

I do what I want.

- Just like that?
- Not quite. But we'll do as if.

You sleep there?

A bit close to the door, no?

On the mezzanine, in the morning,
the light is too bright.

I changed the sheets.

- I don't know why I said that.
- A thoughtful touch…

- Can I--
- Don't say anything.

I like you,

especially when you no longer look
like you know everything.

I really like you.

I came to make you an offer.

Mind you, take it or leave it.

If you're not interested,
I leave right away.

Speak your mind…

I give you this night.

This night only.

After… never again.

Never is a harsh word.

Never.

Yes or no?

If it's yes I stay.

If it's no, I go for the door.
Choose.

I'll give you three minutes.
Where is the bathroom?

There, at the end of the hall.

It's yes.

Yes, yes. Evidently, it's a yes.

Sugar.

Salt.

Flour.

- Already?
- I said, "this night only".

- It's dawn.
- Already…

Don't look at me like that.

Do, get the eggs, in the refrigerator.

- Mother, is it really necessary?
- The eggs?

Mr. Bassani was really charming,
he loves cakes.

They're leaving tomorrow,
I want to do something.

I said I would, so I'm doing something.

Anything but zuppa inglese, it's awful.

Then something else.

Give me an idea, stop criticizing.

No, not this one…

This, done and done again.

I haven't seen this one…

I bet there's something in here!

- What is this?
- What?

It's not a cookbook.

- "Il Gestino… Testino…"
- Let me see.

"Il… Festino Veneziano."

Amazing!

Festino, destino…
It was an "F"!

- What's wrong, are you crazy?
- I am!

Joyously mad, mother! It's great!

Make it simple, your Black Forest
recipe. It's delicious.

Tell me what to do, mother.

Fine. Get the eggs.

The eggs… Here are the eggs.

Is it some kind of Russian roulette?

- Are you afraid?
- No, just curious.

Even for a Russian roulette,
why go up so high?

- Do you have vertigo?
- Not particularly.

Can you stand liquor?

Won't you explain the principle?

We go up to the flies,

a kind of catwalk.

In the middle, there are two bottles.

Vodka.

Full bottles.

One for each.

We stand straight and drink…

- That's it.
- The first to fall wins.

- Loses…
- That's what I meant.

It could be simpler, but it's
your choice of weapons.

Your choice.

I would have done the same.

A bit of friendly advice:
never look down.

Thanks.

- Pretty stiff.
- Tell me about it.

- What is that scenery?
- A spot of Venetia.

Geography, it's all relative.

The only certainty
is the law of gravity.

I told you.

You were warned.

It's a game.
We can change the rules.

If we cheat, yes.
But I don't cheat.

- I don't see you. You don't exist.
- Not true.

If I touch you, you tremble.

Don't fight it, Camille, come to me.

You're ridiculous. Leave.

You despise me.

We made a pact,
a contract, whatever.

Act like a man
and respect our agreement.

- Like a man, all is said.
- All is said.

Leave.

I won't tell you a third time.

You are destroying me.

I'm sorry, Arthur, but you started it.
And now it's over.

"The comedy is over," curtains.

No appeal?

A few unpleasant nights
and it will pass.

You're wrong. It won't pass.

But all is well.

You are beautiful.

Of character too.

You've changed me.

Camille, I'm not the same

and you can't see it.

I'll think of you every time…

I will think of you.

Goodbye.

A clown's joke, your duel.

You too, you're a clown.

First time I'm called that.

A clown… a philosophical one.

No, it's not me, it's…

Heidegger!

With his little hat.

He has… a hat?

Had! He's dead.
And a beret too.

And the baffi?

- Baffi?
- Moustaches.

Yes, moustaches.

Like the… great pre-alpian thinkers.

Pre… alpian?

All the pre-alpian thinkers have…

Baffi.
You should have some.

I do have them, thanks.
In a drawer.

We don't have any… you get or give.

Moustaches?

No, the…

You are drunk my friend.

No! I am not drunk,
I'm floating, look…

I shouldn't say, but it's pitching.

A bit of friendly advice:

- never…
- You said it before…

- A friend like you…
- You know… we could have been.

To life or to death.

To death…

I'll be married within the year.

What?

"But where there is peril…

"There grows what saves!"

How do we get out of here?

How does one get out of here?
Where's the exit?

Where is everyone?

- Anyone here?
- Hello, mother.

What are you doing here?
I never see you.

- Out for a walk?
- I'm looking for the exit.

I'm lost.

Ugo, you will never guess,
you will drop dead!

I'm halfway there, Madame,
or almost…

How wonderful.

It's nothing, you know.

Hello, Arthur.

Guess what one finds
kneading dough!

- I don't know, a fibula?
- No. This…

No… it's not possible.

- Where is he going?
- The toilet, I think. I hope.

What's wrong, Arthur?

- Hello, Sonia.
- I'm looking for Pierre.

He left me a message.
He's in danger. Seen him?

I'm here.

What are you doing there?

I'm here for no one.

It's me, Sonia!

Stop clowning around.
Come down, I'm scared of heights!

No. Don't disturb me, I'm sleeping.

If you don't come down right away…

- I'll come and get you.
- Come!

I'm sleeping!

- What have you done to him?
- Nothing, Sonia.

We had to settle it,

but I didn't want anyone to die. So…

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Do!

Do…

Do.

I had a bit to drink,

but what I saw before…
Did I really see it?

Yes, what you were looking for.

I am overjoyed.

But at the same time…

It hurts…
I'm so sad I could cry.

I think I shall… here, keep it.

If I touch it again,
I'll take it and leave with it.

Make a good photocopy
and send it to me.

Alright? But, don't forget:

If I put on a show…

- The manuscript will lose its… - If you
put on a show, I'll see it. That's all.

Sorry. I've held back too long.

Mission accomplished.

"Tempus fugit, manet amor."

Congratulations.

You won it, keep it.
The fruit of your exploits.

I feel better without it.
A thousand times better. I feel lighter.

Pierre! I'm coming up!

- What did you do to her?
- Take me in your arms.

- Are you coming to Vienna?
- To the end of the world.

Here, a present.

- It's a fake?
- Want to hear a figure?

No, we're saved!

The company is saved.
The theater is saved.

- The world is saved.
- We are saved.

Stop sulking,
you look like a wet dog.

All's well, Do, all is very well.
Will you dance?

Who wants the first slice?

No one wants any?