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Stand closer.

Imagine it's the evening

at the end of summer.

It's still sunny.

Look at him.

Really look at him.

You want to kiss him.

You want him.

Intensely.

Madly.

Thank you.

Do you know him?

Julien Delaunay.

4th Infantry Regiment.

My husband.

Missing.

I'm sorry.

It'll be ready on Tuesday.

- I wish you every happiness. - Thanks.

Goodbye.

Alice says you're not eating.

It depends.

Breathe in.

Force yourself.

I'm not hungry.

And your dizzy spells?

OK.

You work a lot.

You should ease up.

If I did, I'd fall.

We discussed it the other day.

I've started the death certificate.

You can't do that.

- He's my brother. - He's my husband.

It's not easy for me, either.

I need to grieve.

Ever been in love, Antoine?

Ever loved a woman?

Yes.

So, you know what I feel.

LOVING MEMORIES

Coming.

Ma'am!

Alice, why are you here?

It's sir.

A soldier struck down with amnesia

Julien...

Doctor,

I recognized my husband, Julien Delaunay.

He matches the description. He has green eyes,

brown hair, he measures 5 foot 9.

He is now 32,

the probable age of your patient.

Madam...

As you know, my patient has profound amnesia.

The police found him wandering on a train platform.

He doesn't even remember his name.

He probably won't recognize you.

Prepare for a difficult encounter.

I was wearing this when Julien last saw me.

His last leave,

February 21, 1916.

What if it's not him?

How do I look?

- I'll go with you. - I'm going alone.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

I prefer to warn you: I've had many letters from other families.

They recognize my patient.

Only last week, a woman came.

Her file was solid, like yours.

But the encounter was not convincing.

Your dress should be helpful.

You had a very good idea.

Let's see if he recognizes you.

He's in there.

Walk slowly.

Go past him.

Don't say a word.

Don't look at him.

And above all...

don't stop.

Birth certificate

And you?

Do you recognize her?

This was in his pocket.

It's one of our trees.

Julien would often draw it.

Was your husband wounded in the war?

No.

My patient has shrapnel in his right leg.

It may have happened after 1916,

the last time I saw him.

Does he have any distinguishing features to identify him?

Distinguishing features...

Yes.

Julien has a small scar below his right shoulder blade.

I can't see anything.

Left, then?

I can't remember for sure.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Get dressed.

I'd like you to experience her daily life.

It may be helpful.

What do you think?

Alright.

The experiment is for 3 weeks.

It's not an experiment.

- I'm his wife, he's coming home. - The court

will decide, Mrs. Delaunay. Till then, he remains my patient.

Hello, sir.

Hello, ma'am.

Do you remember?

Not really.

I'll help you, Julien.

We'll manage.

Hello.

He's your brother.

Antoine.

Hello, Antoine.

Hello, Julien.

How do you feel?

Do you remember the house?

Not yet.

Pay attention to your dreams.

Dr. Gramont explained all that.

I haven't dreamed in ages.

What's your oldest memory?

The sky.

I opened my eyes and saw the sky.

And before the asylum...

where were you?

On the street.

The street?

No other memories?

Every day was the same.

We looked for you.

In rail stations, hospitals...

prisons.

We went to the War Department.

The Red Cross helped us.

We even wrote to the Pope.

- Take care. - See you soon, Antoine.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, ma'am... sir.

'Night, Alice.

Come on.

I'd rather sleep alone.

Of course.

I'll let you sleep here.

Our bed may remind you...

I'm sleepy.

Forgive me, ma'am.

Not "ma'am".

Goodnight.

Not jogging your memory?

- It's Antoine? - Yes.

You took all these photos.

You're a photographer.

What if I say "Dinard"?

Did I go there?

I mustn't say any more.

Let's try something else.

Thank you.

June 19, 1913.

No memories?

An image?

A word? A smell?

June 19...

The start of summer.

The day I married you?

And I suppose I was born in Dinard.

No.

That's not it.

Could Julien never regain his memory?

It's possible. But nothing is definite.

You need to rest.

He won't share my bed.

In the war, women are all we think of.

But back home, it's all different.

We're unable to love.

Then, it comes back.

Dr. Gramont...

Forgive my silence.

I haven't had a minute since Julien returned.

I'm so happy.

You've helped him progress a lot.

As soon as he arrived, he recognized our tree.

What is it?

Plum brandy.

You loved it.

Mom made it.

I'd love to meet her.

She died in 1917.

And Dad last year.

I was called up, too.

As a doctor.

You're lucky really...

to have forgotten it all.

Of an evening, I'd often have a drink with Julien.

I miss him so.

Yes?

I was dreaming.

I was in a bright room. There were trees and columns.

Like ruins...

In the middle, a cyclops.

I took fright and woke up.

Come in.

The trees.

The columns.

And the cyclops.

Your workplace.

Your customers.

You took those, too.

Tell me everything.

About him.

And about us.

'Morning.

It's for identity photos.

You say: "Yes, of course."

Yes, of course.

You take me to the back

to take the photo.

You ask me to remove my hat.

You choose a neutral backdrop.

You ask me to smile, but...

I'm not feeling good.

You open the curtains.

You say to me...

"The sunlight will warm your heart, miss."

It's true, but...

it's not enough.

So, you put on a record.

And you take the photo.

There...

Our first encounter.

You can already make me smile.

You're sitting in the park,

at the top of town.

You're reading.

That night, we have a date.

You're waiting for me.

But I'm late.

You become impatient.

Forgive me, Julien.

I love you.

You're going too fast.

Sorry.

Can we do it again?

Ready?

Ready.

Forgive me, Julien.

I love you.

This time, it was too slow.

I love you.

Again.

I love you.

It's the first time you told me.

That night, as you waited for me,

you said you couldn't do without me.

You even added "ever".

Ever.

It was November.

We just went to see "Les Vampires".

Musidora dazzled you.

I'm jealous.

I'm sure I can be just as desirable.

Or more so.

Want to bet?

You bet!

Want to marry me?

Yes.

I've had a letter from a woman...

recognizing her husband.

What's that have to do with Julien?

His file mentions a wound to the right leg, like my patient's.

That proves nothing.

Like you, I'm perplexed and troubled.

I'm not.

I will have to end our experiment.

My husband's not leaving.

My patient...

He's healed now.

I can prove his identity.

You already have.

Don't make me bring in the police.

Julien is still fragile.

I'd like to tell him myself.

I'm organizing a reception for him. It's important to him.

It's too late to cancel it.

You are of course invited.

Let's go.

Give me a hand.

Are you nervous?

A bit.

Julien, my dear Julien...

Your return

is a miracle.

You are...

hope... You are life, you are...

our hero.

Welcome to this town, your town.

Welcome among your own.

Thank you.

1, 2, 3...

You never could dance.

- I need a word. - So do I.

I love you.

So?

So do I.

Stop it!

Hello.

- We've booked a room. - Name?

Delaunay.

Number 17.

A telegram came for you, ma'am.

Thank you.

Dr. Gramont wants to see sir. Alice

OK?

Yes.

It's Antoine. He sends his love.

'Evening.

No more fish.

Come back tomorrow.

I don't want fish.

My husband and I want to go to England.

Take the boat at St. Malo.

We have to be discreet.

What's he done?

Nothing.

When?

As soon as possible. Tomorrow?

I don't know about that.

It's not that easy.

I need to get organized.

This... Can this help?

Raise your leg.

A bit more.

Beautiful.

The champagne.

Yes?

'Evening.

Are you Dr. Gramont's patient?

Yes.

Please follow me.

She's here.

Will you be OK?

Come in, ma'am.

You're joking?

Know her face?

Her name is Rose-Marie Brunet.

I'm also called Cutie.

It's my stage name.

You're Victor Brunet.

I'm Julien Delaunay.

He's crazy!

You're crazy, ma'am.

"Rose...

I'm writing to say I probably won't come back."

What are you afraid of?

If you're so sure of yourself, write.

And we'll see.

She's right.

That could prove you're not Victor Brunet.

"Please don't cry. Be strong.

My leg has become infected.

The doctors say I only have a few days to live.

When you get this..."

Hang on.

"I may be dead."

I thought he was dead.

So, I didn't write at once.

It took me so long.

I was so afraid you weren't Victor.

Now I'm certain.

It's the same handwriting.

Show me.

Apart from his war wound,

are there any other distinguishing features?

No. But I brought this.

This is ridiculous.

I'll never do it.

It's not like you.

You wanted to know who you were.

I know who I am.

Are you sure?

Remember...

I'm a singer in Paris at the Apollo.

You're a waiter. And we had a knife-throwing number.

I said to myself, it's like riding a bike - you don't forget.

This will perk you up.

It's cold.

I'll ask Alice to bring you a sweater.

I dismissed her.

She didn't tell Gramont.

I did.

He explained the situation.

I didn't think it'd be like that.

I'm sorry.

You had your doubts?

You made me doubt.

If you'd been certain, you wouldn't have left.

It's quite the opposite.

I left because I was certain.

You never doubted?

Never.

Even in private?

No.

His voice...

It's changed.

War changes people.

As you know.

Your own mother didn't recognize you.

Mrs. Brunet is categorical. She brought me proof.

So have I.

Can I still trust you?

I imagine you too have lost loved ones.

I'm sure you understand, I didn't want to lose him.

I couldn't stand losing him a second time.

I love you so much.

Who do you love?

You!

I don't know who I am.

You're Julien.

I met you quite simply

And you did nothing

To try to appeal to me

Yet I love you

With a burning love

I know that nothing can change my mind

You will always be

My lover

And I believe in you as the ultimate happiness

I may run from you

But I still keep running back

I can't help myself

I love you

He's changed.

No, it's made him look virile.

I'll give you a clue: I'm on the piano.

Victor, cat got your tongue?

My name starts with a G.

Hands off!

Victor...

So, you've forgotten everything. But memories aren't much use.

They make you nostalgic

or regretful.

Here at the Apollo,

we're lucky to live outside time.

So, welcome to eternity.

What are you doing?

I'm visiting.

You're investigating?

You haven't changed.

You gave me the same look the first time we met.

I thought there were no memories here.

Only in theory.

We live by night and mix everything up.

People, seasons, times...

But the first time we met... I remember that.

It was here.

I was a country girl.

I was lost.

You were already a waiter.

I dreamed of auditioning for Carlotta.

She had a reputation for being tough.

I wrote her a letter. She never replied.

I didn't have an appointment. You told me to try my luck.

I didn't dare.

You poured me a Cognac.

And you said...

"You only live once."

You only live once...

Sometimes I wonder if you're pretending.

About what?

Not remembering.

I wouldn't put it past you.

Come in. I won't eat you!

Not bad, huh?

I had it all redone.

With the war, my wages tripled.

Is it my war pension you're interested in?

Is that what you think?

Are you OK?

Sleep well?

Not really.

Well, we drank like crazy.

Why did you look for me?

It's simple.

I'm not happy without you.

So, are you

thinking about her?

Yes, I am.

How so?

I just do.

So, go to her.

I'd rather you were happy.

You must really love me.

Sure I do.

What do you expect?

Tell me about Victor.

There's not much to say.

You're a simple kind of guy.

You love night life, music...

people...

drinking...

partying...

You loved me, too.

No man loved me like you.

I can see your attitude

More awkward than usual

I can see

That you like me

Don't waste your breath

I read you like a book I can see

That you like me

Don't kneel before me

None of that between us

I can see

That you like me

I don't need any more clues

Your sweaty hands give you away

I can see

That you like me

It feels like a caress

And I need to be pierced

Gentlemen

I prefer intense looks

Like knives thrown

From your eyes

You cast indiscreet glances On where my legs stop

I can see

That you like me

Those who look down

I see your game

I can see

That you like me

No, thanks

No flowers They drink up water and die

I can see

That you like me

Forget the sweet talk

Too sweet for me and you

I can see

That you like me

It feels like a caress

And I need to be pierced

Gentlemen

I prefer intense looks

Like knives

thrown

From your eyes

I see why Victor couldn't resist.

You're so pretty.

I'm here for Julien.

I don't know any Julien.

Why are you doing this?

For the same reasons as you.

I can pay you.

Too kind.

On one condition:

You get out of his life.

What would you tell him?

That you lied.

You took advantage of him.

And truth won out.

Stop it, you'll make me cry.

Mrs. Delaunay wanted to buy you.

She wanted to haggle.

Don't listen to her.

Why did you let me leave with Julie?

I believed her.

And Rose-Marie?

I believed her, too.

I'm sorry about how it's gone.

Not as much as I am.

I'll go to court.

They'll decide if you're Julien or Victor.

And you can start over.

You're on next.

It's the verdict.

Thank you.

Ma'am, Dijon Civil Court has decided.

It has identified my patient as Victor Brunet.

In accordance with the law of June 25, 1919

concerning missing soldiers,

I invite you to declare the death of your husband.

My sincere condolences.

- I'm sorry. - What do you want?

You shouldn't go.

I know what I have to do.

You must accept it.

Julien is dead.

Maybe, but I brought him back to life.

The judge decided.

But you're free.

You can choose now.

I love you.

Whoever you are...

Love is a hazardous game full of adventures

To charm, it wants a stake of fantasy

Unexpected surprises And some color

Attraction

The forbidden fruit And romance

Excuse me.

Here we are. Everything OK?

The danger of being caught Makes kissing

tantalizing

That's how they make love in Paris

For that gentleman.

With the blond? Alright.

That's how they make love in Paris

How was I?

Magnificent, as usual.

See you later.

Did you give her more than usual?

I don't remember.

I have no memories.

We should renew your repertoire.

I've ordered new songs for you.

Tell her.

It's your idea.

We're leaving the Apollo.

We're leaving France, too.

And Europe.

Where to? The moon?

Almost.

To New York.

You know Oscar Dufrenne?

The manager of the Palace? Sure I do.

He's bought a theater in Broadway and asked us to work with him.

It's our lucky break.

I'm tired of waiting tables.

I suppose nothing can stop you?

I want to buy some presents.

Some really, really nice presents.

What's your name?

My name...

- Is? - Is Victor. My name is Victor.

And how are you, Victor?

What's that?

Is that a question?

Come on, try.

I can't.

Hello.

Is Cutie here?

That's me.

Lucas Beausire, photographer.

I wanted a souvenir.

Sir, move to the right.

Put your arm around her waist.

That's it.

Don't move.

1, 2...

Hello! My name is Julia.

It's the big day.

We're leaving Paris later on. I wanted to thank you.

Thank you, Carlotta.

You gave me a chance on stage at the Apollo.

You let me discover my audience.

Without you,

all of you, I wouldn't have...

the joy of going away,

the sadness of leaving you...

So, thank you.

What can I say?

Goodbye!

You forgot everything but her. How silly.

I'll be going.

I hope she's still waiting.

I really do.

I'll be right with you.

It's me.

Subtitles: J. Miller