All language subtitles for Blind Venus-KG

A tragedy of our time

I wish to dedicate this film
to the France of tomorrow

but since you personify France,
allow me, with humility,

to dedicate it to you, Marshal P�tain.

Who can hope for nothing,
should despair for nothing.

Seneca.

I saw this on the stained glass,
on the stained glass of my church

O the sun, the sea, the breeze
the sailors on the shore

It's the harvest of all the dreams

A man, a woman and love,
and it ends like it begins

Goutard, Eye Specialist

Sit down, Miss

What line of work are you in, Miss?

I'm a photographic retoucher and
during the slack season, I'm a model.

I guess you came here
like your young friends

for a health certificate.

No, I just wanted to know why
the gas-lamps flicker that way

when I look at them at night.

Since...?
- Since 6 to 8 months.

You should have come earlier,
I could have operated.

Operated?

Too bad.

What's your name, miss?

- Clarisse, but my stage name is Venus.
- Venus?

- They say she was
an ancient goddess who... - I know.

Why did you say "too bad" just now?

- Is it you? - It's me. My name
has become a cigarette brand.

Every man buys me.

I'm really in demand!

It smells fried potatoes in here.

But...

What a funny face!
It frightens me.

Do you have relatives?

Only a sister, Mireille.
She's waiting downstairs.

Call her up.

I can't.
It's too high. She's disabled.

Why? Are you afraid to tell me?

I must know. Understand?

In my job,
my eyes need to be perfect.

You're suffering from
retinal detachment.

I don't understand.

It wouldn't help anyway.

Now, you have to be very sober.

No cigarettes. No alcohol.

No...

The convent without the musketeers!

Try these medications all the same.

So you think that.....

Don't despair yet.

You may have...

One year...

Two years...

You have your diplomas,
so you know what you're talking about.

You could tell looking with this?

- Is it really the truth?
- You think I'm wrong?

I want no claptrap.
I'm only asking if it's the real truth.

I swear.

- Goodbye Doctor.
- Goodbye Clarisse.

Wait at least until
I can't see you clearly.

So, what did the doctor say?

Let's go to the other oculist's,
to Barbes's.

- Right now?
- Yes, right now!

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, come, I'll tell you.

The Red Cork.

Do you know Clarisse's address?

Shout, stupid.

But it doesn't hurt.

Shout all the same.

See you got the idea:

first the legs, the arms,

the neck, the head, the chest
and the back.

Come on, let's start again.

Is this one your father or
your husband?

My husband.

When we shall sing
in the time of cherries,

the mocking bird will sing much better

much better...

You're hurting me.

much better!

F sharp!

- better...
- the mocking bird.

Hey, boy.

What's up my beauty?

- This gentleman wants Venus's address.
- Him too!

He met her in Paris.

He is the painter,
the one who made the big poster.

Mister...?

Gazul.

You really hit the bull's eye
with your poster!

Thanks to it Clarisse
became Venus for the customers.

- The customers?
- No, not what you think!

A real hottie, this girl!
But she burns up if you touch her!

- She came here only to sing.
- Only?

My, the customers really liked her.

Indeed!

Bugger off, little snot!

Say...

Don't think I was taking
personal advantage of her.

Not that I wouldn't have.

Neither did she, you hear?

But she's such an astoundingly
pretty girl!

We do agree there, unfortunately.

You hypocrite!

Give us the same.

- What does she do now?
- Photographic retouching.

My customers are launching
a soap brand

and they want the same face
for a new poster.

Only the face?

Yes, her head only.
Because of her eyes.

It won't be easy, you know,
because Madere is very possessive.

He's a deep sea captain who
loves her and waits for

the money for "Le Tapageur"
before marrying her.

- What's "Le Tapageur"?
- It's his ship.

Damaged, which's been at anchor
for two years.

Court cases. Expert's reports...

Meanwhile, he's been starving.

One more reason
to make a deal with them.

Where can I find her?

At Madere's. On "Le Tapageur",
in the ship's cemetery.

Be careful,
Madere isn't an ordinary sailor.

He won't like it if you hang around Clarisse.

Especially if it means displaying her
face on every wall in France.

And in every bathtub.

I know this sort of guy.

Not like him!
He's an odd one.

Because this man, besides Clarisse,
only likes his ship.

You're so busy selling pianos
to this gentleman,

you can't hear this one's out of tune?

Of course I can, dove.
Come on, Olympia!

B flat, more b flat.

Aren't you singing
at the rogation mass?

The vicar doesn't need me.

You're wrong.
Venus isn't the woman for you.

Very well.

You like this jackanapes!

- Absolutely.- Marjorie!

What's wrong, Roquefort?

A pin! It pricked me!

Where?

And he wants to be
a world champion!

They're all going nuts
with their Venus.

- Here baby, a Venus cocktail!
- Thanks grandma.

[Incomprehensible Naval Jargon]

[Incomprehensible Naval Jargon]

[Incomprehensible Naval Jargon]

What are you doing in here?

I'm scared. I hear voices.

But it's me.

I'm training for my ventriloquist show
at The Red Cork.

So it's you...

Yes. Here, listen!

[Incomprehensible Naval Jargon]

Bind the hawsers together

Air! You're making me choke!

Air!

Turn it off. It cuts off the oxygen.

I can't do it Madere or
I'll have to stop the scuba pump!

Screwed-up!

28 years old, it's a lot for a ship.

The hull is eaten off by mussels.

and the hold by rust.

Poor thing.....

You're right to be sorry for me.

I don't feel sorry for you, you fool,
but for my ship!

No need to worry!

You've got no heart.
You're a dead loss!

Come now, Madere.

Can't you see that a ship suffers
and dies just like a man.

And she talks too.

What is "Le Tapageur" saying today?*

She says nothing. She's crying.

- Get it?
- Yes.

Don't worry, Madere.

Are you finished unscrewing my head?*

What were you doing, you moron?

I was polishing my new act.

- You've been polishing it for 10 years!
- Soon, I'll be at The Red Cork.

Don't mention it anymore or
I'll throw you to the sharks!

What's wrong with you, old boy?

Nothing.

Only it's the fifth, and bad things
always happen to me on the fifth.

You're crazy about her, aren't you?

That's not saying much, Ulysse.

If I look so sad the last few days,
it's because I'm too happy with her.

Funny, isn't it?
Being too happy.

But I'm afraid I may lose her.

I could never overcome it.

She's really cheering up the view!

Fortunately!

Who's that loony coming to our place?

Hey there,
what are you doing here?

I'm waiting for a woman.

Which woman?

That's my business!

I don't care who you're
looking for but do it elsewhere!

You're in an exclusive preserve.

Well, I'm a poacher then!

Why do you call at The Red Cork?

You know Madere has forbidden you to.

- Venus!
- Venus?

Yes!

Hey!

Venus... She must have
split up with Madere.

What luck!

If she could only sing here,
we could pay cash for the cottage!

Just use her to make money!

Venus has guts but if Madere
finds her here, he'll crush her!

Why don't you speak to me?
Is it that serious?

Are you sure?

Come on, clear out of here!

No.

- What's your business?
- Pardon?

What's your name?

See the signature: Gazul.

That's me!- So what?

So I have a proposal for Clarisse.

I've been asked for her
for a soap brand.

Sure you wouldn't like her
to pose in a bathtub?

It would be a nice change
from "Le Tapageur"

Cross her off your plans
or I'll drop you!

What will Madere say?

You've heard what Barbs said.

He confirmed it.

One year...

Perhaps.

To think that what he liked
the most were my eyes!

What will Madere say?

We loved each other too much.
Only fairy tales have happy endings.

One night, you go home

and because of a curse of fate,

the greatest love on earth suddenly
collapses like a house of cards,

without any one being able to explain.

Never...

never could I tell him such a thing.

I know him. He looks like a brute,
but he's got a heart of gold.

He wouldn't let his sorrow show
to ease mine.

He would count down
my days of light,

and when it's over

and I can see no more...

he would want us to kill
ourselves together.

My darling!

And even if I'm wrong, I don't want
Madere to become a guide dog.

Can you imagine him guiding me
by the hand for years,

like a slave?

Feeding me!

No never!

How you must love him to say all this!

Two sisters, two cripples!

The blind and the paralytic.

The drunkenness of our father...
What a heavy bill to pay!

I pay with my legs,
you with your eyes.

- Promise me you won't...
- Kill myself?

Put my mind at rest!

No, but I will leave Madere.

Why leave him right now?
Why?

Because...

later I would not be strong enough.

I must break it off.

He only lives by you, for you.

What possible reason
will you give him?

That's my business.

Swear to me that, whatever happens,

you will never tell Madere why!

I swear it!

On my eyes?

On your eyes!

That will be the only memory left.

Smoke...

Indigo!
I'll have a room here again.

And your singing show too?

No, I have a job;
I want to work. Alone. Understand?

So please reserve room 5 for me
for tomorrow.

I beg you, come, Clarisse.

What time is it?

You told me she had to bring some
work from town. She'll be back.

You don't know how jealous
I am of all she does!

Even of the sweet portraits she fixes!

Jealous of postcards!?

Because she has to look
at them too long.

And it ruins her eyes.

Gisele!

You're going back under?

Where is Madere?

- Out
- Too bad.

I've brought him
some rose seeds I sponsor.

- Seeds?- Rose Gisele.

Plant them in your hanging garden,
my little Ulysse.

My face is on the packs too.

Moron! Idiot! I'm suffocating!

What are you doing down there?

A new year's visit.

Don't you want me
to come with you?

I'm afraid of fish-tailed women.

It wouldn't be of any use.

Right.
Even on the seabed,

I'm in love with Clarisse.

Don't waste your breath.

Don't waste your time, my beauty.

Why not come up to see if I'm
still your beauty?

2 years can change one's mind.

You didn't mind asking
to take me in your arms then.

Remember Madere,
you were a real sailor then,

a real traveler, like me.

- Now I have all I need in port.
- And it shows.

- You're turning yourself into a husband.
- That's it.

When I collect the insurance money
for my ship, I will marry Clarisse.

I can't believe it, my little Madere.

You're hard of hearing, my little Gisele.

You fool!

At least, tell me
what you're doing down there.

I'm putting in a mine.

- He's putting in a mine, you fool!
- A mine?

I wouldn't dare come home,
if I were you.

Your eyes are hurting, darling.

Don't worry, Madere, here they are!

He's been really worrying.

You're going to stifle her!

My love, how pale you are!

Come, have something to eat.

Mireille, won't you say
goodbye to your little Ulysse?

Good night, my dear Ulysse.

Why such a hurry?

There's going to be heavy rain.

There's been so much
running through my head.

Now that you're here, it's gone.

You're shaking! Are you cold?
You must be hungry.

Is the dinner ready Mireille?

You both look like you've cried.

You see the barometer,
such a depression is quite rare.

Listen to "Le Tapageur".
She sounds like she wants to leave.

Drop the anchors, Ulysse!

Everything in life wants to leave.

That's why we must moor to each other,

while we like each other
and we're still young.

That's what happiness is like:
short, so short!

Already over by the time
we're speaking of it.

It's golden like
the fishermen's oars in the sunset.

Why are you staring at me this way?

As if you'd never seen me before?

You stir me, you do.

What beautiful eyes!

To think I fell in love with you
because of your eyes!

Shut up!

- Come and eat.
- I'm not hungry.

You'll leave us alone after diner.

We'll rehearse Ulysse's show
in my cabin after diner.

- Very good idea.
- So, when do you

start at that horrible club of yours?

When my number's ready of course.

Clarisse, I'll need your advice
on the make-up .

I'm still undecided between
Grock or Chaplin...

I can do better.

All right, save your
muddle for The Red Cork.

What's wrong with you?

You didn't eat or speak at all.

Afraid of the thunderstorm?

This mournful buoy
which pierces our ears,

shan't it ever stop?

Touch my heart.

I'm always deeply moved
when I'm next to you.

I feel like laughing and crying.

To prove my love to you,

I'd do the most
difficult thing in the world .

Listen...

If you're still so jealous
of my ship

I'm ready to leave it
to live in town with you.

Why are you crying?

Come and see Ulysse.
You're fond of his tricks.

You don't see through them. You're his
only possible audience. Come on.

That's not it?

Yes, it's very good.

Come, let's leave them alone.

Nothing in this hat!
Nothing at all!

What is this?

This idiot imitates me.

- Answer me, is it her?
- Yes!

You showed her in here?

I'd be very surprised
if she comes back.

Between the cigarettes
and the redhead, the choice is yours.

What do you mean?

That you're free.

Free?

Did I ask you where
you spent your afternoon?

I can tell you, if you're interested:
at The Red Cork.

- Say it again!
- At the Red Cork.

You're putting me on?

Exactly...
it's about soap.

I get it.

Ulysse!

Give me that wet hat!

- What about the rabbit?
- Give it!

Return it to your friend,
the painter.

- My friend the painter?
- Stop pretending!

- You know very well whose hat it is!
- Yes, so what?

So you want to start
your old job again?

A fine prophet!

At times, it make things easier.

Amazing, I guess everything!

You guess it all
but understand nothing.

Should I understand that
I was wrong about this painter?

When angry, men always use words
that make them sound ridiculous.

The word "wrong"
makes me sound ridiculous?

Good guess!

You're only testing me.

Look at me. You've always sworn
there was nothing between you and Gazul.

You don't remember well.

And it was the same
with the others, I imagine?

Imagine!

Has she gone crazy?

Let him alone
or he'll get even crazier.

- You've had enough of your life with me!
- Why force me to tell you?

Go back to that grotesque dummy
I threw in the water!

Now it's my turn?

I'd fear to dirty the
port's water even more!

It mustn't be your first affair
since you've met him!

- Come on speak.
- Questioning me is relieving you.

You want the names of
my affairs. The names, the ratings,

I've a notebook under my pillow.

No, I remember that Mireille
threw it into the water.

That goody-goody knows
all about it too!

You were part of it too!

Don't go in!

- Will you lock me in here?
- Yes!

Until I'm ready to
go back to Gisele again.

Why not?

Her face isn't lying around like yours

in every smoker's pocket!

She's simply the sponsor
of the roses you're smelling.

I don't think she was

the mistress of the painter who sketched
her portrait on all those seeds packets.

She's no mistress!

Bitch!

Leave them alone.
She really deserves it!

I want to kill you!

I've had enough!

Madere!

It would dirty my hands.

He's waiting for you
at The Red Cork.

- Yes tomorrow!
- Don't you realize your crime?

Throw me out!

Can't you see
I can't stand it anymore!?

My little darling, does it hurt?

I swear she did nothing wrong!

Don't listen to her.

She likes her little life here.
She's lying;

She knows all about it.

I beg you, Madere...

Listen to me.

Throw her out too, like me.

I'll get out too!

Where are you going?

She's seen enough of us, me,
Le Tapageur, and your dirty face.

She needs something new
and she'll get it.

Everybody splits up.
I want to be alone!

My darling.

I couldn't stand any more.

I wanted so much
to fling myself around his neck,

to kiss him,

to shout at him:

"It's not true, my love!
Not true".

This woman...

will never know
what I've done for her.

How could you?
Your courage scares me.

To think I almost made him

slowly forget about his ship,

to be his wife.

To be his wife.

Stop it, stop it!

My love.

I'm exhausted!

- Are you still sure?
- More than ever.

I wrapped all your photo equipment.

Now it's ready, leave,

and I'll take
it up on deck.

Hurry,
he mustn't see you here again.

If he does,
you're in mortal danger.

I stay on the ship,
I'll watch him.

Get out of it.
Yes she's here,

but it's no reason
to show your faces here.

Clear off.
She wants peace!

It's been really too quiet
since you left!

There's no one quite like you, Venus,
for the customers.

Call me Clarisse.

But that's a nun's name.

You said it alright.

I live like a hermit here.

I've a little retouching job to do.

I must save a little money
for a long trip.

For a trip?

Yes, for a long trip... in the night.

- A night trip?
- Please Indigo,

stop asking me questions
and tell no one that I'm here.

- You're not the same Venus.
- Clarisse please.

That has to be Madere!

Be careful!

Don't worry about him.

He won't step in here anymore.

I didn't do anything cause...

You see how I can take it!

Take that, that'll teach you
to protect the flowers of virtue!

Listen Madere...

I came to take care of the roses

and to help you too
because I know...

- Are you going to
throw me out again? - No.

- I shall leave.
- Where to?

To the end of the world.
On a long haul ship, any ship...

Take me too!

I'm through with women.

Love and affection...
I've had enough.

You're just as much
a liar as the others.

You get on my nerves too.

The music's over.
I want freedom, solitude...

And peace! Goodnight!

Get my stuff ready,
I'm clearing out!.

- You won't give up "Le Tapageur" ?
- I'm clearing out!

If you win your case and get
the insurance we can fix it .

You're nice, but I'm fed up,

- I'm clearing out!
- Come on.

He may not like it
but it was high time I came.

A few hours more,
and we'd have missed our happiness together.

- So you think that him and you...
- I don't think, I'm sure of it.

I'll change the record.

Take her on for singing.
Only this could save her.

She strains her eyes
with these stupid photos.

You know I'd love too,
that my customers are crazy for her,

and that my caf� is different
when she performs.

I'll do all I can to help you.

Nice girl.

Venus... Clarisse...

I've settled many
maritime insurance cases but

it's the first time I bring
a fortune to a neurasthenic like you!

You name me
To confound me

A girl for love
A girl from hell

Landsmen,
For you I have no answer

I love the sea.

All the skies lie in my chest

And in my voice,
all of the birds

My eyes, to those so fascinated

are rafts

Desires now prowl all around me

But the furious ocean

now closes in its emerald field

On our farewells.

And marked with the salt of his mouth

In a bitter fit of fury

He knows how to take me, fiercely

I love the sea.

This is talent.
This is temperament.

- Have all nights been like this one?
- For a month.

- You must be happy.
- Overcome with joy!

Marceline, tell her I'll buy her
some sparkling wine.

- She is not free.
- Sparkling wine?

Tonight, she'll drink with Shanghai.

Shanghai buys champagne, no less.

The rich ones are privileged,
here like everywhere else.

She will drink neither with Shanghai
nor with the peeping-tom.

- More!
- More!

What's happening?

Give me a hand, guys.

What bad luck, we've been
making 3,000 a night!

Move along.

But who'll stand in
for Venus at such short notice?

Venus is back on stage
with new songs.

In a very, very small village

Not far from Bastia.

Lived a sweet and nice gal

Bella Rosetta

On the church square on Sundays

when she came by,

Dark hair and white dress,
arching her hip

Every man said

Bella Rosetta,
Give us the risetta

E viva Rosetta!

But Rosette,
Though she was a coquette

Would not answer back

'Cause the pretty Rosette

Had just one crazy dream

To be the virtuous girl of Bastia

No one must come in.

- What she needs now is air.
- All right, air.

Will she be fit to sing tomorrow?

- Will she be fit to sing tomorrow?
- Yes, of course.

Come on, let them know!
Come on!

He's as deaf as a door post!

The dream is ending...

Before presenting my prestigitadit...

- presditi...
- Cut it short!

I must tell you on behalf of
the management that

The management has asked me
to tell you

that...

my comrade Venus can't do
the second part of her show.

Don't worry though. The silly dizzy
spell she suffered from announces...

the coming... well I mean the...

Go ahead speaker!

Speakers may be conjurers,
but conjurers aren't speakers.

Out with it!

That's it! The birth..

I never thought
one could be so happy.

How foolish we are.

Whether we feel joy or pain,
it's the same,

We cry.

- What will you do now?
- You're asking me!?

I'll tell Madere, of course.

He wanted it so much,
that he must know.

That would be the last straw
if he didn't believe you.

I'm sure he'll believe you.

Leaving him was madness, dear.

No, when I was alone I was right,

but now I owe him the truth.

With that child to you two,
you'll see that what you feared...

Let's imagine the worst:

even blind... with him...

you'll be so happy.

A blind woman
couldn't be a mother

A father would be needed
to take my place.

Then we could marry.

Marry! I feel alive
when I say this word.

When the baby is here
and you can watch him...

I mean...

What were you thinking?

Forgive me,

I didn't have that terrible
thought that you had suddenly.

Don't cry.

You'll see your little boy.
I'm sure of it.

It would really be too unfair.

Besides, your sight is getting
better these days.

Venus' son,
we'll call him Cupid!

- But I've told you that...
- Sorry, Clarisse, sorry!

If it's a girl, we'll call her Violette!

It must be Ulysse. He spoils
everything, even success.

My act may be a little
too subtle for your audience.

Did you have stage fright?

No I only felt it when
the first tomato hit me!

Poor Ulysse, audiences don't
appreciate illusionists anymore.

Thank you, Clarisse.

I feel grateful for all those who
show me life is not like I see it.

Even if they use tricks.

What happened?

- No more trumpets:
- No more trumpets?

I've never been so ashamed.
I lost the pigeon.

You fool!
Let's drink to Violette!

I had prepared well though.

Don't worry, we'll eat it with peas.

What's with these song writers?
Life is wonderful!

Who are you waiting for this morning?

I won't tell you
because I'm superstitious.

I hope for the greatest
joy of my life.

You're glowing with happiness.

- I'll be happier later.
- Later?

- Now! Here she is.
- Who?

Mireille!

Well?

He sailed yesterday on "The Oasis".

For a year long trip
on the Pacific Ocean.

Was he alone?

Of course he was alone.

It's funny that this woman

hasn't come out of her
deluxe cabin once.

- Not even at the port of call.
- The officers don't know who she is.

The steward tipped me off that
she's bound for Melbourne.

- She might be a spy.
- She might. They say she's gorgeous.

I want a report on
the men's card games in the hold.

"The Oasis" is not a gambling club!

The storeroom is not a cafeteria!

- You've changed Madere.
- Gisele!

Won't you come in?

- Afraid of me?
- No. I only pity you.

Making such a fool of myself
as I do with you,

being insulted is nothing.

You'll be satisfied.

And thank you in the name
of the shipping lines.

- Excuse me?
- It was very kind of you to book

a luxury cabin just for my sake.

- But it's a flop.
- A flop? What do you mean?

It means that I pray you never
say a word to me any more.

You oaf!

Tell the captain I'll be off
at the next port of call.

I want to go back to France.
My trip is meaningless.

The doctor told you
not to tire your eyes.

What do you want to know,
the ports of call?

You can't read. It's written too small.

Colombo, Singapore.

It's as if I could see
the water between us.

It seems so far...

It seems far,
but time flies by.

I'm sure he's thinking of you.

If only it were true.

I hope I can see my baby
when he's born.

- Clarisse!
- Yes...

Have you got a cigarette?

Here!

I saw the woman in 5 today.

Beautiful, very beautiful.

She'll leave us at the next port of call.

- You can keep the packet, Lieutenant.
- Thank you.

You must rest.

You spend your days watching Violette.
You'll tire.

- There's too much light in here.
- Let me watch her a little more,

It's so good watching her.

She looks like him!

How happy he'll be too!

May I hold Violette?

I'll give her you back
as soon as The Oasis arrives.

She won't even let me hold her.

Lean on me, you're so pale.

She hasn't slept for three nights.

I have it all worked out:
We'll all live on "Le Tapageur"

- No, no. Mireille and I,...
- Here comes The Oasis!

I can see him!

Here he comes!

It's still up everywhere.

The whole port was already
after her before we left.

Don't talk about her anymore.

- You know I crossed her off.
- A bit of spleen?

A bit, a touch of the home turf,
you know, it stirs things up.

No way, I want to know if she's
still there.

You swore you'd never talk
about her anymore...

and I can't wait to see that
"Arabian Nights" palace you rented.

Here everything is in glass-paper,
candy-like, ridiculous.

I don't think so.

Of course it makes a change.

A real change from "Le Tapageur"
and the port bistros.

- She really needs a leach.
- A leach?

Clarisse?

I'll see her myself, alone.

I forbid you to see
this honky tonk singer.

You're through, aren't you?
You promised.

This way, madam.

Have a seat.

Cigarette?

I don't smoke these. Thank you.

I'm not here to move you.
Life is life.

But you'll quickly understand
between the lines what I mean,

even though the subject is sensitive.

May I go ahead of your explanations?

Why not?

You're the one who let me know
that you were leaving "Le Tapageur"

- and her owner.
- Yes indeed.

I didn't interfere with your relationship
before you let me.

Today I'm asking you to do the same
and get out of our way.

Really, we're wide of the mark!

You gave in to a passing fancy.

Yes, I'm sure it was a passing fancy.

Today it's my turn.

I don't get it.

It's vital for me to marry Madere.

You won't!

There are many ways to convince you.

No! No!

What do you mean, "no"?

- Don't force me to...
- Too late, Madame.

Married.

Ten months ago. In the French Indies.
In Karikal.

Well, you'll get a divorce.

I don't think Madere...

He will, because I wrote to him.

He tore up your letters
without reading them.

Without reading them?

Then you don't know.

What new pressure
are you trying to put ?

Your child!

Our child!

Now I understand why you're here.
You didn't know.

Are you happy?

Very happy.

Forgive me for hurting you,

but promise me not to try
and see him again.

I'm sure you don't want to
destroy such a happiness,

which took so many years
of patience to build up.

Each one his turn.

Don't start a new drama.

You're holding my life and
my daughter's into your hands.

Your little daughter...

Can I trust you?

You have nothing to fear from me.

What happened?

People won't believe you when
misfortune exceeds itself.

- Didn't you explain everything?
- No because...

Madere is a new man.

He was there.
I'm sure, I could feel it.

He didn't even show himself.

He's forgotten all of us,
even "Le Tapageur"

I told you so.
Stop thinking about it!

Let's stop acting like martyrs

Come on, be brave!

And Ulysse will tell them.

What did the doctor say?

Not much... just words.

Will you start again at
"The Red Cork" tomorrow?

I've got to, we're broke!

I'm no good to you.

I'm just a burden to you
with my rotten legs.

Be quiet.
If you hadn't been here...

I'd never have survived.

Hi girls!
A present for Violette.

How wonderful!

For our future star, Violette.
Your friends from "The Red Cork".

How nice!

It really looks like Violette.

My, my!

What a coincidence!

What are you doing?

As you can see, I'm looking at her.

You wouldn't believe
how much I missed her.

That's what I thought:

So, you'll come back to us...

You know that I'm married.

Are you happy?

I'm fine. Pleasure and happiness
are two different things.

And there's my child.

Clarisse has her own child too.

What are you implying?

I'm not implying anything.
I'm telling you, shouting it.

You're her child's father!

Haven't you ever wondered
in your smallish brain

why her nickname was Venus ?

So what.
A star is named that way too.

Yes, but my head is not in the stars.

Didn't she cheat on me 10, 100,
1,000 times? She told me herself.

And her sister Mireille was in on it.

- So leave me alone!
- Listen, Madere...

Didn�t she sing at "The Red Cork"
before and after I left?

Listen. I have
something else to tell you.

She's awfully unhappy because...

Once again: wasn't she
at The Red Cork after I left?

- Of course but...
- So it's clear.

Let's find out together:

Why not Gazul?

You're hurting me.

You're right Ulysse:
I'm a fool.

If Venus had a child,

let's not try and find the father,
it's got too many.

She could say the same about yours.

Well, beat now, else...

Wait...

You said: very unhappy?

You should have said so at first.
No need to do things the hard way

You know life and I'm human.

Here,

you'll give her this.

Keep your money.

Clarisse was right.

There's a diphtheria epidemic.

The doctor says we should take
my little girl to the mountains.

Do what's needed.

"Stunning come-back of Venus
with new songs"

In a very, very small village

not far from Bastia,

lived a sweet and good girl

the Bella Rosetta.

On the church steps on Sundays

when she was coming by,

Dark hair and white dress,

arching her hip,

Every man said:

Bella Rosetta,

Give us a smile

Hurrah for Rosetta!

But Rosette,
though she was a coquette,

would not respond.

Because the pretty Rosetta

had just one crazy dream:

to be the virtuous girl of Bastia

You can trust me,
I've been a carpenter since 1926

and wood is getting unaffordable.

- Is it still far?
- No, you can see the unloading dock.

- Got a light
- Yes.

- It's a long stroll.
- It gives you an appetite.

- It's awful!
- Poor woman.

What are you thinking?

That there was no man
near Clarisse in the cortege.

What do you mean?

Nothing. It's just a fact.

- She might...
- Let's go!

- I have something to tell you.
- Let's go outside then.

Don't make a fuss.
It's about Clarisse, not me.

I'm listening.

I'd like to know.

My question might seem a little strange,
but the answer is very important.

I'd like to know...

Do not misunderstand me.

What kind of life has Clarisse had
since she's been back at The Red Cork?

An exemplary life. Beyond reproach.

Is it true?

On that one, I swear.

She wants to be left alone.
I'm afraid.

It's only her reaction.
She's got nothing to fear. We're here.

Look at this!

What's she doing?

She's putting Violette's clothes
on the doll.

What's going on in her poor head?

I can understand.

Dead children are
much more alive than the others.

She's still a presence for her.

A presence?

When you pray to the Madonna,

it's more than a wood or plaster statue?

And you kiss the picture
of a dear departed,

it's more than paper.

You can't explain it.
You just feel it.

Men can't understand.

- Clarisse.
- Call me Venus.

Clarisse died today.

We're all leaving here.

Going away. What for?
What about "The Red Cork"?

Not after this time of mourning?

There's no mourning
for the unfortunate.

I must work for a ling.
I'll sing tomorrow.

But you can't!

Tell Indigo to advertise the show.

What are you waiting for?
Are you deaf?

Leave her alone, Ulysse.
Come.

- You're going out?
- Yes

You're still in love
with this poor woman.

Where are you going with that?

- Do you want to see the baby?
- No.

- You!
- I beg you!

Go away!

Let me talk to you.

There's something inexplicable and
terrifying in what has happened to us.

- Tell me Clarisse.
- Too late!

- Go away.
- I beg you. Just one word.

I've come here, humble, submissive,
ready to fix wrongs.

Too late.

She's dead.

There's nothing left to fix.

Was she our child?

No, fool, a thousand times no!

You're shaking.
Your eyes disagree with your words.

So what?
How does that change things now?

Why didn't you tell me?
I don't understand!

Don't be so curious,

you'd make two more victims.

Go away,
you still have something to fight for!

Can't you see
I've never stopped loving you,

and not stopped suffering.

Too bad.

When she died...

she took to the grave,
your name...

your image...

and all the love I had left for you.

Today it's all over,
completely over.

Nothing, you hear Madere,
nothing will make me change.

I don't want to see you anymore,
to hear from you,

to hear the sound of your voice.

To me, you died with her.

Go, Madere.

"Le Tapageur" doesn't like men who cry.

She doesn't recognize you either.

This is not your home anymore.
Go away!

Go away!

Don't touch me!

Don't you dare touch me!

Go away!

You see I don't even cry.

Go away!

How I hate you,
Men!

She's so brave!
The day after such a terrible day.

She's one of a kind.

She wouldn't accept a stand in.

I'm still flabbergasted.

She needs to drown her sorrow.

Look who's talking!

We're here to drink together

Pleasure makes us gather,

I don't want you to pity me.

I hate you, Men

What are we to you, we women

But poor things that you use

For pleasure and abuse.

You never make a single gesture

No kind thought ever after

You despise us with all your heart

to demean us all.

When I sing I think of you

of whom I don't give a damn

But the insults you don't hide

break against our pride

I hate you, Men

What've we been to you, we women

But beasts of burden

For ever and ever.

Good night.

Great lyrics. How true!

We must never trust men,

dirty men!

Who wrote this masterpiece?

I did, my dove.

My darling...

- Where are you going?
- Am I asking you?

Relax now.

Feel the edge of the sidewalk
with your sticks.

That's it,
move without fear.

Keep yours dog on the right.

Listen to my voice...

You should be in movies.
I talked to the director about you.

Don't be stupid, Lucien.
You know I'm married.

Married...

Mireille!

Is it you?

What's wrong, darling?

Answer me: you were asleep and
I woke you up?

We're at night, aren't we?

What's wrong with you?

Yes Clarisse, it's night.

Come closer.

I see you as in a whirl.

Turn on the light, I can't see.

Yes. I'll turn it on.

At least some night to breathe.

I won't see all these ugly, hostile
things surrounding me any more.

I won't see all these things,

All these men staring at me
with their ugliest thoughts,

I'll live with my memories,

with your image, Mireille,

and Violette's.

My two dear ones.

I'm going to settle down
in my darkness like a convalescent.

I'll live life backwards.

I have so many things of mine
to look at.

Answer me.

Where are you?

Clarisse!

What are you doing?

As you can see,

I'm playing blind man's bluff.

Excuse me, Mireille, I had to leave.

I couldn't stand this
nightmarish atmosphere.

That doll at the table every day!

It crushes my heart.

Look!

The things sorrow can make you
come up with!

Extraordinary!
She acts as if it really were Violette.

She can't do without it.
It's her only consolation, her lifesaver.

Look, she's rocking it!

People become children again
when misfortune strikes.

We should try to take her mind off it,
or else...

But on this ship, nothing could cure her.

Here sadness and misery
stick to your very skin.

She needs to be taken elsewhere...
Unless...

- Yes?
- What if Madere came back?

She would kill him!

Only her hate for him
holds her to this world.

Come Ulysse, let's go back in.

Here come Juliet and Romeo.

I must go home, the storm is coming.

The storm!

Listen!

Something is going to happen.

The ship is singing.

- The same song as the year we left.
- Please go to bed.

You remember, Mireille,

that terrible moment
when Madere said about Gisele...

"Her face isn't lying in
every smoker's pockets like yours!"

I remember when he
grabbed at me yelling...

"Bitch! I want to kill you!"

I can still see his face!

Someone has come in.

The wind, I was afraid.

Oh the wind...

I'll go on deck, lock the hatch.

- What's going on?
- Didn't you know she's blind?

- Blind!
- Yes.

You behaved like a scoundrel with us,
but you must know the truth.

Here, lie down quietly.

Don't be nervous.

Listen, I'm going to rehearse
my musical act.

There you are.

Now you know.

She lied to you so you wouldn't suffer.

She is blind.

And our child is dead.

And I wasn't told.

I guessed nothing,
understood nothing.

My sister is a saint, Madere.

She loved you

like no one has ever loved a man.

Why?!
Why is life always such a bitch!

Always destroying
the most beautiful things she makes?

Your eyes...

Your poor eyes, Clarisse.

It's so unfair, so unfair.

I've put a world between us,
because of my stupid pride.

Now that I'm back, it's too late.

I'm a criminal.

Yes, it's too late.

She hates you now.

You'd reawaken her suffering.

She's had enough.

Let her at least die quietly.

Go away!

Yes...
Forgiveness....Redemption...

Too late, all that.
The harm is done.

All I can do now is
leave and die elsewhere.

I'm not worthy of ending
here with her on my ship.

What do you think,
good old "Tapageur"?

You don't even recognize me.

Don't you go!

Listen Mireille.
The ship is talking!

Don't go.

Don't you go, don't you go.

Mireille, can you hear
what the ship is saying to me?

Don't go, Madere.

There's work for you here.

Clarisse is asleep.
I must talk to you, come.

What are you doing, Ulysse?

I've just put myself
in my new character's shoes.

Only Pierrot can find
the path to happiness.

- I've found yours.
- Ours?

You're as mad as ever.

Yes. Mad with joy.

While just playing the ocarina,

I had Ulysse's brightest idea,
the one which will make him famous.

- You're making fun of us at such time!
- No, Mireille.

My idea is going to
turn everything upside down here.

If only the new casino's director
knew about it...

- But it's not acting!
- You're right.

What I've failed to do
in the theater, I'll manage to do

in real life.

After such a storm in our life,

what can you still hope for?

A rainbow!

Don't you want her,
that she lets you stay?

Do you want your woman back
and make her happy again?

How could you return her sight?

Re-gild all this misery,
give life back to this ship?

The outcome is certain
if you do exactly as I say.

After all, mad men sometimes have
extraordinary ideas.

We're listening.

Here's my plan.

Who can hope for nothing,

should despair for nothing.

If you did understand
the reasons I gave you,

please meet him, Clarisse.

He's such a charming man.

He's often come to listen to you at
"The Red Cork" but never dared...

What's his name?

Fran�ois de Ruepierre.

He's very rich.

Only the first meeting
will be painful.

Lower your voice and I'll
take care of the rest.

Don't be afraid, come on.

Why does he want to see me?
To do a good deed?

He visits his poor in town?

No, I can assure you he is only
here out of admiration.

I don't like this kind of courtesy call.

I'll receive him.

He is very shy, you know,
he doesn't talk much.

He blushes like a girl.

He really looks as if
he has suffered a lot too.

What is he like?

Handsome but not my kind.
You'd like him a lot.

Look out, Monsieur de Ruepierre.

How kind of you to see me.

This voice, Mireille!

- What's wrong, Clarisse?
- Madere!

You forgot what I said.

Madere left last week with Gisele.

Good!

- With his daughter?
- I don't know.

I'm sorry Monsieur, your voice
reminds me a little of...

You've already been wrong
about a voice.

Remember, a few days ago,
you'd thought you'd heard Ulysse's.

Yes, that's right.

When you keep recalling
the same memories...

But don't be afraid of me.

I'd feel much less embarrassed
if you would accept these...

Flowers! I wouldn't dare!

I'd like you to accept something
much more cumbersome.

What is it?

My friendship, Madame.

I won't refuse.

See you soon, Monsieur.

What an educated and tactful man!

Not like Madere!

What's he like exactly?

A fine face.
He looks like a prince.

I feel much better after this visit.

You won the first round!

I'm afraid of losing the last one.

I have too much grief
and joy at the same time.

Well, you see... Such a scene
at the new Casino Theater...

I'd have messed it up.

If all divorces were like that,
glaziers would be millionaires.

You've got nothing left,
not even a clean shirt.

I love feeling the sun on my skin.

- You have no money left.
- Don't worry!

Besides, I know why she left.

It doesn't matter, I'm used to it.

I've never seen you so happy
in such bad times.

No!
I've never, never been so happy!

Look, Ulysse!

The rainbow, as you said.

What a sublime drama!

You see, Clarisse, you shouldn't
think about this man anymore,

since he behaved so badly.

If you want us to continue
getting along,

let me dwell on
the hate I feel for Madere.

As you will.

But I can't imagine
that you'd kill him.

Why not?

No reason,
but personally I loathe any violence.

You're not like him.

A light cigarette?

Did you see?

When she took the cigarette,
she grazed his hand.

And he was frightened,
sweat drips on his forehead.

They are becoming inseparable.
You really did a wonderful job!

If only you could see me
at the new casino...

Hearts!

Everything's ready for today.

If things go as planned, Ulysse will
send the usual signal from the ship.

What's happening on "Le Tapageur"?

It's the big day today:

their first lunch together,
and Jeanette's coming on the ship!

I fear that the child will make
The whole construction collapse.

Ulysse planned it really perfectly,
you know.

- And he is the king of illusionists.
- Indeed!

When he has a blind audience!

I personally sent a turkey.

On everybody's behalf of course.

Isn't the tablecloth too cheap?

Not at all. The table is marvelous!

Come in!

All these tragedies made her
even more beautiful.

Suffering must be of some use.

You're more beautiful
than ever today.

A little too much powder though.

It must be when I patted
on my powder puff.

You little coquette...

Some port?

- You should let me...
- What?

- Don't get angry.
- Go on.

Take the doll away.

The first time he might
find it strange...

Never!

Violette will stay here until I die.

I swore it to myself.

Only fools would find it strange.

If M. De Ruepierre has a heart

he will understand.

Your cooking smells great, Clarisse!

The glasses are mismatched.

Monsieur de Ruepierre will offer us
a crystal set.

I'm sorry, my dear, that you went
such amount of trouble for me.

Clarisse did her best to please you.

The tenth time, they'll make you
do the washing-up.

- Believe me!
- Ulysse!

I was kidding.

Let's start!

This is marvelous.

Will you have an olive,
Monsieur de Ruepierre?

Calf's head. May I?

Be careful Ulysse,
you're pouring wine in the sauce.

Violette,

what would you
have felt on such a day?

Violette!

What's going on?

I'm sorry, Clarisse, I brought
my daughter along without asking you.

Your daughter?!

You know, Clarisse, that
Monsieur de Ruepierre was left alone

and he has a lovely daughter

whom he adores.

Wouldn't you accept,
from time to time,

my child to replace your doll?

It'd be the way for you
to have a daughter again

and for her the way to have a mother

and she really needs one.

What is your name?

Jeannette.

Mummy!

My darling!

This unexpected event in Clarisse's
life will do her much good!

She might even see again!

Later with some cures...
the doctor told me so this morning!

We must help Ulysse.

This airhead is a genius, you know.

What's he doing?

He's planning for the week.

He's got brains!

Too bad he loses them so often
on stage.

"New manners"

Is this Mireille's part?

So she's still in it?

Yes, of course,
she's the pearl of the deep.

And you're the oyster!

Don't let her go.

You mean the I,
a miserable little actor...

You're both disabled
so you might well...

Don't extravagant, Mr. Indigo.

Tell me, where did you get
the idea of organizing this

golden trip for Clarisse.

Once she told me in her dressing room:

"Me, I feel grateful to all
who try to show me that life

isn't how I see it.
Even with tricks!"

That's the story.

You, Pierrot...

You've had a few happy days

and now, you're neurasthenic again.

The memories of this ship
make you feel depressed.

- You should make a trip.
- Yes, dear, say yes.

You'll come with me
on my yacht, anchored in the port.

In a while, we may go on a trip,
to Egypt, to the Indies.

I'll tell you about
all the countries we'll visit.

I'll translate for you
every language.

In Honolulu,
I'll teach you the ukulele!

Do you agree?

Oh yes.

- Here's your work.
- Are these our parts?

Of course. We'll play the comedy
of happiness for Clarisse.

Happiness for Venus, that's something!

- I can't read.
- OK. Tell him.

I'm Chinese.

Sort it out between you.

What's the band going to play?

Later, later.

We're going to make a first class
artificial paradise for her.

Everybody on the port is
at your disposal.

Yesterday, I collected 300 francs
from the customers.

- See this.
- All bought at the flea market!

Look out, here they come!

The trunks in one boat,
Mireille and Ulysse on the other.

Be careful with Jeanette!

- Are you happy to leave?
- Oh yes!

My dear old "Tapageur".

Shall we ever return?

Come on! Let's do it!

Indigo, Roquefort, Charlot,
get to work.

Only five minutes
to transform "Le Tapageur".

You'll take care of the noises
and steerage imitation.

Sybille,

you'll make a discount Middle East
at the ports of call

with your itinerant bazaar
and your Arabian songs.

Take away the hammock.

The table.
The chairs.

Be careful!
Don't damage the boat!

This is Gisele's perfume.
I have a stash of it!

What about this carpet?
Only 25 francs and it looks like Persian!

One last touch. That's it!

- It's empty!
- For Clarisse, there will be

porcelain flowers from
the Emir of Kabylia.

Hurry up, they're coming!

Don't forget that now
you're all sailors on "The Primrose".

Ulysse,
all's ready on deck!

Haul down the ropes!

- Is this it?
- Yes, The Primrose. 200 tons.

You'll be at home, dear madam.

Cross the cable lugs!

- Music!
- I always have my band on board,

and I thought that in order to
welcome you in style that...

Besides, I hope there will be
many more pleasant surprises.

Attention!

I've had it made into a Pergola.

- Marvelous!
- Take a seat.

Here the young one!

Drink for the crew!

What will you have?

Malico! Saumur! Medoc!

Ricard!

I'd love a glass of Champagne.

Some Champagne!

This is great!

There's all you need!

Your trick of ventriloquism. Now!

Duvernay.

It's working!

What I'm most afraid of
is that huge 1,000 tons ship

stuck to "le Tapageur" like a leech!

She just needs to hold out your hand
to realize she hasn't moved.

Don't worry, Ulysse will find
an explanation.

We need lots of champagne! Lots!

Chef, what's the menu for
His Lordship today?

Meal of the day for His Lordship:
Salmon or thrushes?

What about pastries?

The cream puffs
and flans are ready.

When shall we leave the port?

Ready to cast off!

Start the pulley's sheave!

What's ahead of us, Mireille?

A thousand masts.
A forest of yachts.

Each looking better than the others.

All quivering, all fluttering.

The banners in a myriad of colors.
The sparkling brass.

The sailors on deck
in their best uniforms.

And the sea, as far as the eye can see

with thousands of sailing boats
and gulls,

playing hide and seek.

It's beautiful!

What a wonderful journey
ahead of us, darling!

I feel so happy though I see nothing.

It must be quite marvelous for you!

Marvelous, darling.

You make me so happy!

We're entering the port
and will cast anchor for the night.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Full steam ahead!

Make it fast!

Pull down the tackles!

What air!
This smoky tar smell!

Very different from "Le Tapageur"!

I feel...

I feel alive again!

What's wrong with you?

- Where is he going?
- He's giving an officer orders.

She's put her hand in mine!

- So what?
- Don't you understand?

I don't!

I'm jealous of Mr. de Ruepierre!
Get that?

I thought of everything but that.
You're going completely crazy!

No, no, I can't go on acting this way.
It hurts too much.

All the time, I want to shout:
"You're being fooled!"

Don't you see
that you're giving Clarisse

real happiness,
for the first time maybe.

It feels like I was stealing.

Fool, your vanity's speaking!

You're jealous, as you said!

Come on, don't you lose your nerve!

Let's show Clarisse around her cabin.

A true Arabian Nights tale.

A round of drinks!

It's been hard work
with lots of rehearsal. Now it's over.

Clarisse is in it, up to her heart.
She swims in joy.

- And Madere?
- To rebuild her happiness,

he's used all his strength and tenderness,
on the go night and day.

I'm moved to tears.

It is such a technical miracle,
that all on board

think they are on The Primrose"
sailing towards Aden!

- A motionless journey.
- How true!

Everything is set to the millimeter.

Like a theater extravaganza.

We take turns but
the musicians are exhausted.

In three days,
we'll be crossing the Red Sea.

Their cabins should be heated up
to scorching hot.

To their happiness!

Asia!

Clarisse,
we're sailing along the Syrian coast.

It looks like Smyrna in the distance.

Asia! 1,145,000 inhabitants!

Cereal, wine, oil, fruits, cotton,

A harsh climate in the North!

Arid in the center, hot in the East,

We're in the East!!

Why are you laughing?

Because of what
the little one asked just now.

"Tell me Mummy:
why doesn't the boat move?"

She's too small to see the sea
above the rail.

That's it, on such a calm sea,
for her,

it's always the same.

Tell me exactly
all that you see, Mireille.

Where's Madere?

Ulysse!

- Well?
- No one's seen him?

Until now my friends,

in order to save a woman,
you've helped me make dreams.

Now, so that we can all live,

you must help me make reality.

What does he mean?

That this comedy can't last forever

and that we must start
the real work now.

- He's right!
- Explain yourself!

My foolish life had to be crossed
by Clarisse's Tragedy

for me to wake up.

I feel like I can touch
the stars with my hand.

Well...what should we do?

You must help me repair "Le Tapageur".

I've checked her, her heart's good

and as soon as I can sail again
with freight

we'll go where Clarisse
believes we are.

"Le Tapageur" will meet "The
Primrose" in the Southern Seas!

- Reality will catch up with dream.
- Your story will be famous!

You'll all have a percentage
on the expedition's profits.

The morals of the fable by La Fontaine:

"A treasure is hidden inside."

Go, go, go...

What's that bric-a-brac?

Turkish necklaces
which the kids sell in row-boats.

These are Hawaiian records
for Honolulu.

You're extraordinary,

but how will you explain
all this racket, this hullabaloo.

I told her that when we stopped
at Smyrna, we would clean the Primrose

and load tons of provisions
for the Pacific natives.

- Tons you say!
- The price is the same.

Less noise down there!
They'll wake her up!

Tell them to speak Javanese up there!

It felt good inside that dream

- you'll spoil everything.
- You fool!

Will you ever tell her
she's on "Le Tapageur"?

Never. Madere died with Venus.

I'm a new man who
wants Clarisse back.

I think it's done.
Only Love can work such miracles!

When shall we... meet up?

At night's end, I hope.

Ask for the latest song of the day!

The lament of the blind Venus.

Only 1 franc 50!

- What a beautiful story!
- Wonderful!

The whole town's talking!

Extraordinary how quickly it spread!

All together now!

A man, a woman and love

And it ends like it begins

What do you see through the porthole?

Fishing boats, all fitted together.

And on which it says

Glory to God.

Glory to God!

You can see!

No.

No, Mireille...

But since this morning,

the darkness I was living in
has faded.

Before me there are holes of light.

It's quite blurred.

Haven't you just passed
your hand in front of me?

I did!

I'm not in the night any more.

But in the snow.

I see enough to make out
the white shadows of people,

and the smoke of things....

Goutard was right.
You'll see again.

Maybe.

I'm not as keen on it
as you may think, Mireille.

I'm so happy as I am.

You know,

all that moves around me

is like a music of light which moves.

You can't imagine
how marvelous it is!

Here,

it's like a still flame.

You'll see Clarisse, I'm sure.
You'll see!

Don't cry like a kid.

They'll be back,
they'll be back some day.

Come on.

The docks must be crowded.

Come or we'll miss their departure.

Arthur, don't forget to cash in.

Cast off the starboard ropes.

So, we're leaving... Smyrna?

Yes, in a few moments.

Fran�ois.

Clarisse, what's wrong with you?

Your face looks mysterious.

Listen to "The Primrose"
pulling her anchor

as if she wanted to leave.

Everything in life wants to leave.

That's why you must
tie up your heart to mine.

Tighter and tighter.

Happiness is short.

Awfully short.

Already over as you talk of it.

It's golden like the
fishermen's oars at sunset.

Why do you say these words?

To test you.

Ready?

Let's leave them alone.

Their leaving on "Le Tapageur"
when she thinks she's leaving Smyrna

on "The Primrose"
with one Monsieur de Ruepierre...

No, no...
It's too confusing,

I'm afraid of making a blunder.

I'm deeply moved too.

She grasped my arm just now,

with such a feeling of joy,

that I almost burst into tears.

Full steam ahead!

I've often talked to you of Madere.

Should you meet him,...

You still want me to free you
from him? It will be easy...

No.

Forgive him as I forgive him.

Your eyes...

They look at me!
You see, Clarisse, you can see.

No.

I don't see you my love
but I've guessed you.

Your heart was too close to mine
and was beating too hard.

It has betrayed you.

I knew you by your heart!

My poor little one.
My darling!

You knew.
You guessed it all.

Yes, my love.

It's been so nice to feel
all this goodness about me.

Look!

Everyone from "The Red Cork"
is on the dock!

The priest is blessing the departure.

All those nice people.

Listen.

Tell them I can see again.
They'll be so happy.

Why?

Since it's not true.

It doesn't matter.

The audiences want beautiful
stories to end well.

Only this matters.

A good ending
for all the stories of life.

We will marry.

- Touch my heart.
- My love...

At the new casino...

Quiet now...

Or you'll spoil the end.

All the old dying boats...

seem to flap their wings,
as if trying to leave too.

How deeply moving, Ulysse!

Subtitles: laulo43
Revised: corvusalbus, uder.
This version by cinephage and knappen