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Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes

Put it down.

- Have you got the key? - No, I'll get it from the concierge.

Hurry it up. I'm half frozen.

Come on, Enrico. Open up the scene dock.

Waiting for someone?

Yes.

Someone in the show?

Yes.

Well, maybe you'd better wait inside.

You'll find it warmer.

- No, thanks. I'm not cold. - Just as you like, mam.

Come on, Enrico, open the door. I'm freezing.

- Good night, Enrico. - Good night.

Sure you won't come in?

I'm quite all right.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Enrico.

That was the orchestra leader. So the rehearsal must be over.

Shall I tell them you're waiting?

Who?

How should I know? Whoever you're waiting for.

No, no, he'll be out soon.

Say, Marie, when do you suppose I could borrow 5 francs?

I'm freezing and she asks me riddles.

If I had 5 francs, I'd put up a show and star in it.

Let's wait for Charles and Louis.

You'll have to step on it or they'll walk out on you.

Go ahead. I'll ask the author to drive me home.

And have Odette scratch your eyes out? Besides, he's married.

No fooling. His wife must have a sweet time catching up with him.

You've got to expect that when you got a good-looking author

for a husband like husband like Mollet.

Say, did you see him give me the once over?

- Who, Mollet? - Hm-hmm.

- Not bad from the author. - Don't kid yourself.

Mollet's carrying a torch for Odette.

Oh, here they come. Hello, Charlie.

- Hello. - Sorry I kept you waiting.

Oh, it's all right.

- Good night, sir. - Good night, Enrico.

- Good night, sir. - Good night.

Enrico, will you call my car?

- Hm, darling, I'm frozen. - I'll attend to that.

- Well, Chautard, what do you think? - They can't miss.

It's the best musical comedy you've ever written.

And it's the best part she's ever played.

- My favorite playwright. - My favorite prima-donna.

Do you still think we can open the day after tomorrow?

Well, barring a catastrophe.

Well, good night, you lovebirds.

And soft-pedal on the romance until after the opening.

Why not come along with us and check out?

We'll stop at Fouquet's for a little supper,

drop you off,

and like a good little girl, I'll take Paul home.

- Yes, come along, Chautard. - There's nothing I'd like better, only...

Only if Paul's wife saw you out with us in public, she'd make a scene.

- Now, Odette, you know that isn't... - Well, that's the truth.

She'd probably make a scene, as you put it.

But we're old friends, and why should I hurt her unnecessarily?

You two are so happy you can afford to be a little charitable.

Bless my soul, I'm preaching.

The Reverend Chautard. That's the payoff.

Well, I'd only be in the way, anyway.

Now good night, and don't forget.

We're having a rehearsal at 2 o'clock.

Good night, Chautard.

- Charming, isn't it? - Dear, it was rather embarrassing.

- For him, I suppose? - Of course.

And what about me?

Did it ever occur to you

that it might be embarrassing for me to be treated like a common...

- Not so loud. - I'll shout it if I like.

Lambert treated me like a queen.

I gave him up because you begged me to.

You wanted me to love you. I did.

You wanted me all to yourself. You got what you wanted.

- Now I'm through. - The chauffeur will hear.

Let him. I tell you I'm through. Go on back to your wife.

Dear, now, what are we quarrelling about? You know that I love you.

Your love is a little too convenient, my dear.

Everything is much too easy for you.

Like all married men, you have your fingers crossed.

How can I leave my wife? She loves me.

- It's true! - Isn't that too bad?

Don't you want me to come with you?

On one condition. Ask your wife for a divorce tonight.

- Oh, dear, I can't. - And why not?

- She knows you don't love her anymore. - But she loves me.

Then she'd want to see you happy.

Give her a chance to prove this great love.

And if I won't?

You can run along home.

All right, Charles.

Odette!

Hello, darling.

Why, what time is it?

- It's nearly 3 o'clock. - And you're still up?

Of course, dear. Waiting for you.

You've been out?

Yes. At Gouthier's. Played bridge until midnight.

You might kiss me.

Don't you know it's not polite to kiss a lady with your hat on?

Now that's better.

Now try again.

I've got such an awful headache.

Oh, you poor darling.

Don't you think you'd better take off your coat?

All right.

What's the matter?

Nothing, dear. Nothing. I'm just glad you're home.

Oh, dear, I've got you all full of powder.

You should be more careful.

- Have you been rehearsing until now? - Yes, I thought it would never end.

Why the champagne?

Oh, it's for you, my darling. I knew you'd be tired.

I am tired, but I don't need champagne.

Not just one little drop with me?

No, dear, not any.

Want some aspirin?

No, thanks, I don't want anything.

Why didn't you go to bed? Why aren't you asleep?

I was waiting for you.

After all, you're the only thing in the world I've got to wait for, didn't you know?

- You shouldn't have. - Oh, I don't mind waiting. I like it.

It's only women who have nobody to wait for that I'm sorry for.

You know, I think I'd die if anything were to happen to you.

Françoise, listen. Supposing someday...

Supposing I should have an accident.

Are you sure it would be an accident?

- Seriously, dear... - Oh, don't let's be serious.

If you only understood.

- Oh, I know I'm awfully stupid. - Oh, you're not.

You're intelligent. Most intelligent.

I'm counting on that. That's why I...

I'd much rather you found me foolish, and silly and desirable.

Françoise, there's something I've got to tell you.

Something of great importance.

Something you've got to know tonight.

- Good news, I hope? - No.

But I've got to tell you just the same.

- Paul! - Dear, now...

No, no! Don't tell me anything tonight.

Night is for laughter, and dancing, and loving,

It's not for bad news.

Besides, if you have bad news, then you can't sleep.

And when you wake up the next morning and you realize it wasn't so bad after all.

- Besides, I'm so happy tonight. - Françoise, listen...

No, no, my darling. Didn't the rehearsal go well?

- And what if it didn't? It can't matter now. - Listen.

No, I don't want to hear anything tonight. Did you lose all your money?

Well, I don't care. Let's wait until tomorrow.

- Françoise... - Darling, I know you're tired. Go to bed.

- Go to sleep. - But my dear, I...

You go to sleep. Don't worry about anything.

Don't tell me anything. I won't be back until after you're asleep.

Remember we've got guests tomorrow night and I've a thousand things to do.

Menus, and place cards and all that sort of thing.

Get a good night's rest and don't worry about anything.

Because tomorrow in the sunshine everything will be all right

Good night, my sweet.

I've decided to consult my husband's attorney

He's one of our best friends.

He refuses to do anything.

He said...

thing will right themselves, but they won't.

He'll leave me today. I know it.

Why not talk to your husband?

He's no longer himself.

Nothing would move him.

Has he any cause for complaints against you?

Only one. I love him.

Unfortunately, madame, the law cannot prevent your husband leaving you

if he wants to.

But don't you see? He's only infatuated.

He doesn't realize what he's doing.

I love him. I'm his wife.

Aren't there any laws to help me and to protect me?

Isn't there anything you can do to stop this infamous thing?

Unfortunately, madame, the law does not prevent infamous things.

It only punishes.

The Supreme Court itself cannot compel your husband to remain with you

But, after he leaves you, we can make him pay.

He mustn't leave me.

- He mustn't leave me... - We can start an action

not only to procure your divorce but a generous settlement as well.

Then there's nothing I can do.

There's nothing you can do.

- Nothing anybody can do. - Nothing in the statute books to cover that.

You think you can get me twelve more of these?

Yes, sir. - Well, order them, Have them here tomorrow night.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, Florestan. Leblond!

- How's the voice? - Cold's all gone. Listen.

Prefect. Now keep it that way. We've got to open tomorrow night.

- Good morning, Chautard. - Are they all here?

- Yes, sir. - Where's Odette?

- She was here a moment ago, sir. - Well, get her. Let's get under way.

Yes, sir. Call Miss Florey.

We'll start with the 3rd Act.

- Good morning, Mole. - Good morning, governor.

- Mollet! Mollet! - Quiet everybody.

Our take is from the third act.

- We'll try it first without the chorus. - Right, governor.

I tell you it was impossible.

When I got home last night she was asleep.

- I hadn't the heart to... - How about this morning?

- Well, she left before I was up. - Odette! Odette!

- I'm not on until curtain. - Leblond, some lights!

Well, when are you going to tell her?

I'd tell her tonight, but we're giving a dinner, you know, for Winterstein, New York.

And of course, your wife's dinner parties are much more important than I am.

I know you so well, Paul.

You'll never tell her. Let's just forget about it.

Odette, wait.

I'll tell her tonight after they go. I swear it.

- You've sworn before. - I swear it, Odette.

On our love.

Our love?

I must be mad about you to hurt her the way I'm going to.

Kiss me, Odette.

Tomorrow, if you keep your promise.

Odette.

Odette!

For the love of heaven, where are you?

All right, all right.

All right, we'll pick it up from Odette's entrance.

You two get on my nerves at times.

# Oh, tell him I'm waiting #

No!

Come down the steps first. All the way down.

Florestan, you bow with all the grace of a trained elephant.

But bow just the same and don't sing before that.

At this rate we'll open in ten years.

What time is it?

Twenty past two.

Thank you, monsieur.

This is a special account, madame. Please see the cashier.

How do you do, sir?

André! André, André! Stop that man.

Stop that man!

The man in the white car just shot a man in the bank.

Down that way.

All right. Now try it with the chorus.

On stage, everybody! On stage, everybody.

Come on, get in there, everybody, they're waiting for you. Come on.

Throw those cigarettes away.

Come on, get over here. Throw away those cigarettes.

Come on, get in here now.

Throw away those cigarettes.

Come on, throw away those cigarettes.

This is the car, all right.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Where's the chorus?

Come on, come on, hurry up, Lily.

Florestan needs you all in place. Show some interest, will you.

Hurry up! Line up there, will you?

Say, what is this? A bread line?

Show a little action. You're meant to be soldiers.

- There's a cart jammed with spears. - Well, where are the spears?

There he is, sir. The spears! Get the spears.

- Odette. - Yes?

Try your entrance again.

And this time come all the way down to the footlights

before you start your song.

Right.

All right. Let's go.

Terrible! Terrible!

Odette, come down a little faster, can't you?

But she wouldn't hurry like that. She isn't that kind of...

She'll slide down the banisters if I say so.

Come on now, don't argue. Do it again, please.

And that chorus.

Put something in it!

What is this? A wake?

Come on now, let's go.

Odette!

Odette.

Odette.

She's dead.

What?

Call the police, Lock the door. Nobody gets out.

Who's behind that set?

There's no one there, governor. I've just looked.

Now, don't worry, Paul. We'll get him.

Search the auditorium.

- Where were you when it happened? - Right down in front, with Mr. Mollet.

We heard the shot as she came through the door.

Who was the first to look back there after the shot was heard?

I was. Nobody there. I covered the whole stage.

Hm, didn't go through the door, didn't go into the auditorium.

- Where else? - We didn't look up in the flies.

Better take a look up there.

All right. You come with me.

- Where to, chief? - The morgue.

Couldn't you take her home?

Sorry, sir. We can't do that.

All right, boys.

Stop where you are or I'll shoot!

Now come down out of there.

Come on!

Where did you know this woman before?

What woman? I don't know what you're talking about.

- You came here looking for her, didn't you? - No!

I came in with those chorus boys.

I thought it a good way to get rid of you fellas.

Why did you do it? Say, what's got into you people, anyway?

- I was up there all the time. - Shut up!

Take him along.

He was probably hiding behind the scene when she saw him.

- She was about to scream when he fired. - But why?

He just held up a bank ten blocks away.

I'm sorry, sir.

Some relation?

She was a dear friend.

Rehearsal tomorrow at 10 o'clock.

Paul!

- Come up to the office. - I'll be up later.

It's horrible, Chautard. Horrible.

You don't know how horrible. You can never know.

Of course I know, old man.

You loved her. But life goes on, Paul.

And you've got so much to live for.

Your wife didn't know anything about you and Odette, did she?

- No, nothing. - Now that's something to be thankful for.

Come on, Paul, now, you must be brave.

- Yes, you're right. - Of course I am.

You've got Françoise to think of.

She shouldn't be made to suffer. She's done nothing.

- Of course. She's done nothing. - That's a boy.

Would you like me to go home with you? It might make it easier.

Easier?

Well, Françoise will see that I'm just as upset as you are.

It might help.

Nothing can help.

Oh, now. Come, Paul, you've got to pull yourself together.

She mustn't see you like this.

- I'll come home with you. - No, I'm all right, thanks.

I'd like to go home alone.

I'll see you at dinner then?

You've forgotten Françoise's dinner party?

Oh, yes, of course.

Good afternoon, sir.

Hello, Paul.

You're late.

Yes.

Whom do you want at your right? Frau Winterstein or the ambassador's wife?

What?

Whom do you prefer at your right? Frau Winterstein or the ambassador's wife?

- The ambassador's wife. - That's what I thought.

That will be all, Hélène. I'll call you when I want you.

How long have you been home?

Oh, I don't know. Some time.

Did you have lunch here?

- Yes. - And afterwards?

I did some shopping.

You don't know what happened this afternoon at the theater.

Yes. It's already in the newspapers.

- I didn't want to talk to you about it. - Why?

I knew you would all be very upset.

Did you read that they had arrested a man?

Yes. He had already killed a bank clerk.

This afternoon while you were shopping,

you didn't lose anything anywhere?

No.

I'm not in the habit of carrying firearms.

You're not going to ask where I found it?

I'm not asking anything.

You may tidy up now.

You'd better dress.

You're putting the ambassador's wife at my right.

Where are you putting the attorney general?

At my left.

Do go and get dressed.

Tragic ending for a romance, eh?

- He blew out his brains. - And the girl?

She went back to her family somewhere in the country.

( In German )

( In German )

( In German )

Well, it's my opinion she should have been punished.

Women get off much too lightly these days.

Quite right. Don't you agree, Paul?

I do, yes.

(In German)

What did he say?

That the number of love crimes grows daily in Germany.

Really? Yawoll!

And in France, Mr. Attorney General?

A love crime in France, my dear madame, is no longer ordinary currency.

It's inflation.

The way I look at it, Mr. Attorney General,

there will be crimes of passion as long as there is passion.

In my opinion, madame,

the urge to kill has its roots in hatred, rather than in passion or in love.

Hatred in its most severe form.

Jealousy.

Don't you agree with me?

Well, you may be right, Mr. Attorney General, I don't know...

but a woman, or a man,

may have a deeper motive for killing than jealousy or even love.

A human being could kill because she herself has first been killed.

Before she kills, the other two, the victim and her accomplice,

must have killed her soul.

Murdered it.

A soul that murders in its turn.

Which is no excuse in the eyes of the law.

I don't know.

She doesn't know!

Paul, you'll have to explain the Penal Code to your wife.

I'm afraid I'm not qualified to do that.

Besides, you can't compare a woman who kills to protect her future, her happiness,

with a bandit, for instance.

Like the one they captured this afternoon.

Must have been a great shock to you.

To all of us.

Danke schön.

Who was her last, er... friend?

( In German )

- Lovely evening. - Yes.

- That will be all, Hélène. - Yes, madame.

Good night.

Fiend.

What did you expect?

That I'd get up in the middle of dinner and say, 'My friends,

this afternoon I killed the woman my husband loved.'?

- Fiend. - She'd had ten or twenty before him,

but she finally found one more stupid than the rest of them.

- Fiend. - He was willing to pay for her favors

not with jewels and money, but with my heart and my love.

My life!

Did you expect me to blurt it out at dinner

then translate it into German for Winterstein afterwards?

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Do you intend to go on like this? Keep this horrible thing to yourself?

Ourselves.

It's your secret too.

Françoise, you can't mean that.

It's inhuman.

What kind of woman are you anyway?

I'm your wife.

You're a murderess, Françoise.

A murderess.

- Yes, but I've kept you. - No, you haven't.

I'm with her. My love, my thoughts, with her.

It's you that I wish were dead.

Well, then,

why don't you kill me?

- You're going to give yourself up. - No!

- Put on your hat and coat! - I'm staying here.

Very well then, stay!

You see how anyone might want to kill?

Why don't you call the police?

Telephone, go on, telephone.

No, I won't call the police.

Shall I tell you why?

Because, although you killed her, she died because of me.

So I'm going to pay for my share in it.

I'll keep your secret. I'll live with you and with the horror of what you've done.

You'll rot little by little. You'll die of it.

I won't have to avenge her. You'll do that yourself very nicely.

Good night.

Where are you going?

To her. I'll stay with her until they take her away.

I won't be long.

When I come back I'll have my things moved into the study.

Very well.

- Françoise... - Go on.

I wanted to keep you, I've kept you.

If you send me away, I shall go.

If you call the police, I shall kill myself.

If you come back, I shall stay.

I'll come back.

- Luncheon is served, sir. - Thank you, Victor.

- See that my bed is made up, please. - Very good, sir.

Hello. Oh, hello, Chautard, how are you?

What do you mean no one sees me anymore?

My dear man, I'm working very hard.

She's quite well, thank you.

Why don't we meet somewhere for dinner tonight?

No, she won't mind.

She doesn't care to go out. She never goes out anymore.

All right, I'll meet you there. I promise.

Goodbye, Chautard.

Paul.

I have something to tell you.

In that event, I suggest that you wait until Victor comes back.

We may as well give him the impression that we have something to talk about.

This is something you'll be glad to hear.

I made up my mind to leave you.

I'm going to travel.

I'd like to go to Italy.

Or Egypt.

And then there are other countries.

Yes, of course.

- There's a man asking to see you, sir. - Who is it?

He says you know him, and he's brought Toby.

Toby? Show him in.

Yes, sir.

Come in, please.

Hello, Toby! Hello... Let him loose, George.

Hello, Toby. Come on, up here.

Come on, come on, Toby, here. There, that's a nice dog.

I thought you'd be glad to see him, sir.

Perhaps you'd like to keep him, too.

Françoise, this is Toby, Odette Florey's dog.

I've been looking after him, sir.

But now I've got another place, I didn't quite know what to do.

So I thought of you, sir.

Seeing Miss Florey was going to have a part in your play

when the accident happened.

I'm glad you brought him, George. We'll be glad to keep him.

Nice Toby, nice Toby

Here, here...

You needn't be afraid of him, madame.

He's very gentle and affectionate. You'll see.

Go away.

Go away.

Go away.

And may we have a hundred more.

Which one is Mollet?

He's sitting there beside Nanette Rosier.

- You mean the big brunette? Don't you know her?

- She took Odette Florey's place. - In all ways or just professionally?

Professionally only. Mollet seems very much married these days.

For how long, I wonder.

Stop wondering. Come on, let's dance.

- Good house tonight. Over two thousand. - Not bad, eh?

- Congratulations, Paul. - Thank you.

Where's your wife? I've looked all over for her.

- She was too tired to come. - Bad man.

- You're bad too. - Am I? Why?

Oh, I don't know. I call all men bad. The lot.

Oh! There's Françoise.

Françoise! Come over here and sit down.

What are you doing here?

I came to your party.

You'd better go. I'll make some excuse for you.

No, I prefer to stay.

Don't look at me like that.

Let's not stand here.

Very well.

Oh, Françoise!

Françoise, this is a surprise.

I'm so glad you could come. Have yourself some champagne.

We're only about eighteen bottles ahead of you.

A toast to Françoise.

To Françoise.

To Françoise.

To Françoise.

Mollet! Mollet!

Mollet, come over here.

You'd better go, Paul. Bad newspaper men.

Pardon me.

- Are you ready? - Will be in a minute.

May I have this dance, madame?

- Thank you, I don't dance. - I'll be glad to give you a lesson.

With no charge. It's all on the house.

- I'm very tired. - That's fine, I'll carry you.

Don't insist, please.

Why, you dance divinely, madame.

You know, the moment I saw you come in

I made up my mind that we should dance together.

You know, I think you're the most beautiful wo...

Say, what are you staring at, anyway?

I've lost my purse. Will you look for it?

- Oh, but first can we... - Please find it for me.

- Oh, but... - Now!

Your slave, madame.

- Where's Françoise? - I don't know. Shhh!

# Tell him I'm waiting #

# That I'm waiting for him #

# Counting each weary hour #

# longing for him, only for him #

# I love you only... #

I'm afraid you're ill, Françoise.

Let me call the doctor.

Thank you, Paul. I'm not ill.

I won't see a doctor.

You're not obliged to look after me.

Thank you.

- What is it? - It's nothing.

Why didn't you read it?

I'll read later.

- Very well, give it to me. - Not now. You're too tired.

Then read it to me.

Read it to me, or I'll send out and get one.

The bandit Costelli,

murderer of the teller of the Banque de Chine,

and of er... Odette Florey, has been sentenced to death.

You should have been prepared for that, Françoise.

I am.

- Madame Mollet to see you. - Madame Mollet?

Show her in. I'll call you later, Gillet.

Ask Monsieur Ricardi to wait.

What an unexpected pleasure.

- Paul told me that you've been sick. - Yes, I've been quite ill.

- I'm all right now. - Sit down.

I can't tell you how happy I am to see you.

- How's Paul? - Very well, thanks.

Now, to what do attribute this pleasure?

To my well-known personal charm or to my austere powers?

- Why not to both? - Now tell me, what can I do to help you?

Have you lost some jewelry, perhaps? Had them stolen?

No.

I want you to give me an official permit to see Costelli.

Costelli, the murderer?

Well! Have you taken up a career?

Journalism? Philanthropy, maybe?

Please don't joke about it.

When I was convalescing I read his story in the papers.

I became obsessed with the thought of the poor man...

abandoned by everyone, even his lawyer.

You're wasting your sympathy.

He's a hopeless criminal.

He's a hopeless criminal.

Nevertheless, I want to see him.

I want to talk to him.

Will you give me the permit?

You understand what you're asking is most unusual.

Yes, I know, but I must see him.

My dear Françoise...

I'm afraid I'm a friend of a saint.

Very well.

I'll give you a note to the warden of the penitentiary.

Thank you.

A visitor, Costelli.

Five minutes.

Who are you?

You don't know me.

Who sent you?

I had to come.

Well, I don't need a preacher even in skirts.

Go on, roll along.

Unless you brought some cigarettes.

I haven't got any cigarettes.

Costelli, I had to come.

Listen, Costelli.

You didn't kill Odette Florey.

No? Now, ain't that interesting.

Well, who killed her then?

I did.

She was going to take my husband.

I went to the theater and killed her.

So what?

What made you think you had to come and tell me?

I had to.

Yeah, I guess you did, all right.

Well, that's that.

You'd better run along now and just forget that little story of yours

and don't bother about me.

They're gonna cut my head off anyway

so they might as well do it for two as for one, so don't you worry.

Besides, the joke's on them.

Gee, it's funny. I can laugh about it now.

Knowing all the time they'll be thinking it was me.

Just keep your mouth shut.

You couldn't do no good anyway. Besides, you'll spoil my little joke.

Time's up, madam.

So long.

Say!

All the time we was talking, there was something I wanted to ask you.

This Robinson Crusoe, there's some pages torn out.

How does it end?

He comes back to England.

Thanks.

Going out?

Yes, with Toby.

It's just six months ago today.

Wasn't it?

Yes.

How you must hate me.

I only know one human being who is suffering more than I am.

And that's you.

I don't think I hate you anymore.

There's something I'm waiting for.

Never.

Never, do you hear?

I'd rather die.

You are dying, Françoise.

And I can't help you.

Mr. Mollet! Mr. Mollet!

Françoise!

Françoise!

Victor, help me.

- Ask your wife for a divorce tonight. - Odette, I can't.

Why not? She knows you don't love her anymore.

The Supreme Court itself cannot compel your husband to remain with you.

- She loves me! - Then she'd want to see you happy.

Give her a chance to prove that great love.

You're a murderess, Françoise, a murderess.

You'll rot little by little, You'll die of it.

I won't have to avenge her. You'll do that yourself very nicely.

Fiend.

I'm with her. My thoughts, my love, with her.

It's you I could wish dead.

You'd better run along now and forget that little story of yours

and don't bother about me.

They're gonna cut my head off anyway

so they might as well do it for two as for one...

You should have been prepared for that, Françoise.

I don't think I hate you anymore.

There's something I'm waiting for.

Go away.

Go away.

You are dying, Françoise.

And I can't help you.

Paul.

Paul, save me.

I can't save you, Françoise. No one can save you.

You must do that yourself, understand?

What time is it?

It's half past seven.

Already?

Hello?

Passy 8814.

Yes.

I want to speak to the Attorney General.

Hello.

Mister Cartier...

this is Françoise Mollet speaking.

I would like to see you this morning.

May I... may I come to your office?

No, I'll come myself.

Thank you.

You were right, Paul.

Only myself.

There now.

I'm going with you.

Whatever happens, I'll be near you.

No...

No...

I don't want you to.

I've got to face this alone.

Perhaps someday, when they send me away,

you could come.

Now...

help me to dress.

Françoise, let me come with you.

No, I don't want you to. You stay here.

Goodbye, Paul.

Gee, that's funny.

Somebody send for a doctor.

Françoise!

Françoise!

- Doctor! - We've just finished.

- I can go in? - No, they've taken her to another room.

- She isn't... she isn't dead? - No.

But only hoping a miracle.

Look at me, my dear.

The milk.

Change the dressings at six o'clock.

Well, doctor?

She's out of danger. Mr. Mollet...

I want to give you, first of all...

good news.

Why first of all?

I told you Madame Mollet will live.

But there's a severe state of traumatism.

The shock has been terrible.

And?

Madam Mollet, as a result of her accident,

and the resulting amnesia,

has lost the most necessary of her intellectual faculties.

The most necessary?

Unfortunately, this is not an exceptional case.

I've seen it on several occasions.

During the war and since.

Doctor, you mean that...

Madam Mollet has not lost her mind.

She understands, she's capable of assimilating,

and she can link her ideas.

But understand me,

she does not recall either her native tongue

nor your name, nor your face...

nor even the fact that she is your wife.

She's lost the memory of her entire life...

up to the moment she regained consciousness.

You'll have to teach her everything.

Even to hold a knife and fork.

Her name and yours, and also, from day to day,

all her past life.

As though you were teaching her the history of France.

In a word, she's like a newborn child.

Do you understand?

I understand.

The miracle I spoke of has happened.

God has not allowed her to be wrathed completely.

Who are we to question the wrath of God...

or his mercy?

Cartier is in Nice. He's coming for lunch.

Cartier?

Yes. A friend.

Of yours.

All right.

- Mountains. - Mountains.

- The sea. - The sea.

Sun.

Sun.

Dear.

Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes