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FOUR NIGHTS OF A DREAMER

FIRST NIGHT

Leave me alone!

Don't touch me.

Don't stay there.

Quick!

What's wrong?

Give me your hand. I'll take you home.

I'll be there, same place.

under the statue, tomorrow, same time.

I'll have to. I could not help it.

SECOND NIGHT

Do you know why I came?

No...

We have to be very clever...

I've never done anything as clever.

I don't know you. Sit down and tell me your story.

My story? I have no story.

I see no one, I speak to no one.

STORY OF JACQUES

I live at 6 rue Antoine-Dubois.

A loft on the third floor.

How many times I was in love!

How is that? With whom?

With no one, an ideal, the woman in my dream.

That's stupid.

Yes. And God sends an angel to show me...

To reconcile me with myself.

In the park we walk together, hand in hand,

hoping, losing hope...

The castle is strange.

She's there half the year with her old husband,

Silent, boring, who scares us a little.

But our love is pure and innocent...

Is pure and innocent...

Pure and innocent...

I find her again in Venice.

Isn't it her, in this palace of lights and music?

It is. She is dancing...

She is dancing...

She sees me. We leap onto the balcony...

She tears her mask off and whispers in my ear:

"Jacques, I am free!" ...

Ended are the sorrows of the ancestral castle,

of the old garden, of the old husband...

In the park we walk together, hand in hand,

hoping, losing hope...

The castle is strange.

She's there half the year with her old husband,

Silent, boring, who scares us a little.

But our love is pure and innocent...

I find her again in Venice.

Do you recognize me?

Yes...

The Art School.

Of course!

Craftsmanship is dead!

Chardin's brioche,

Manet's pivoines,

Van Gogh's chair and godillots, it's over!

I am for a mature art,

open to its time,

which does not burst in contact with Nature,

but simply is a meeting of the painter and a concept.

Do you understand?

No thank you, really.

What's crucial is not the object, not the painter,

but the gesture which lifts

the presence from the object,

which is suspended in a space which delimits it,

in fact, supports it. Do you understand?

Not the object there, not the painter there,

but the object and the painter which are not there.

Their visible disappearance

makes the canvas,

so sensually structured

as to form a whole light source

which is specifically solid. Do you understand?

Look at these spots!

Did you make them?

Yes. And the smaller they are,

the larger the world they define by suggestion.

One does not see the spots,

one sees everything that is not there. Perforce.

Thus, we're obliged, we painters,

to re-think fundamentally

the problematics of art,

effecting, of necessity, the process of its accretion.

You'll excuse me.

See you soon.

For sure?

For sure.

In the park we walk together, hand in hand,

hoping, losing hope...

The castle is strange.

She's there half the year with her old husband,

Silent, boring, who scares us a little.

But our love is pure and innocent...

I find her again in Venice.

Isn't it her, in this palace of lights and music?

It is. She is dancing...

Is that your life?

Yes.

But yesterday, you came straight to me.

I was happy yesterday.

I had been in the country.

You are not happy every day?

Some days are horrible,

when it seems I cannot go on living.

I see people in a turmoil and a rage,

while my dream becomes flat: a bore,

and realize that all that

was so dear to me never existed.

There is nothing to regret.

What I have lost is a perfect zero!

Stop it. I won't pity you; give me a piece of advice.

STORY OF MARTHE

STORY OF MARTHE I live with my mother.

We barely exist on my father's alimony.

Every year we rent out a room next to mine.

How is he? Nice? Pleasant?

What is that?

What is that?

Books lent to us by the boarder.

Confess that you want me to marry.

Me, why?

Because you always rent to a man.

Be careful. With or without a pretext of marriage,

men know how to manoeuvre girls.

When they've had enought...

I know, mother, I know... then drop them.

Are you the girl?

Let me go down. What are you doing?

Do you wan to go to the movies tonight?

You mustn't tell. We'll go where you want...

Yes?

It's not nice.

It's tough!

THE BONDS OF LOVE

Who got you these seats?

Guess.

Him? ... Is he going too?

No.

Let's not go! It's a nuisance.

He deprived himself for us.

A film premiere is a bore.

Not always.

We have fallen into a trap.

Let's go. Come on!

We can't!

A trap?

A trick! He wanted to punish me...

Who did?

The boarder who got us the seats.

Punish for what?

Not going to the movies with him.

Do you think so?

He confessed it to me later.

I thought we'd see him more often.

But, mother, I never saw him.

What, he's moving, and you told me nothing?

I thought you knew.

Me?

Yes, I forgot.

Take me with you!

But...

Take me with you! You must take me with you.

Are you going?

Yes.

Far away?

To Yale, in America.

I have a fellowship. I'm going.

I am bored here. Let me follow you.

It's impossible!

Marthe!

Marthe, my dear.

How would we live?

I don't know.

But I swear to you, when I return,

if I am fit to be married...

...and if you still love me...

Hey!

In a year from now... here...

day for day... same time.

It has been a year...

He came back three days ago, but not to me.

How do you know?

I know. It's the third day.

If I went and talked to him?

Is it possible?

Not really. But write him a letter.

I can't, and I don't want to force him.

You have the right to.

He tied himself with a promise

and left you entirely free,

even to refuse.

How would you write the letter?

Tell him... I don't know...

that for a year you lived with hope...

that you were happy...

but that now the doubt is unbearable.

Tell him:

"I don't accuse you, if you have forgotten me."

Why the formal "vous"?

"I don't accuse you, if you have forgotten me."

"But I know are incapable

of causing such pain

"to the one who loved you so, and who loves you."

It's absolutely right.

Thank you, thank you.

It had been agreed that, as soon as he'd arrive,

he'd let friends of mine know.

I can't go there. Be kind deliver my letter to them,

they'll forward it.

If there is an answer,

you bring it to me tomorrow night.

But the letter, you must write it...

It can't be done until after tomorrow.

The letter... is there.

With the adress for delivery.

Until tomorrow! If it rains...

But it won't rain.

Marthe! Marthe! Marthe!

THIRD NIGHT

It's done! I delivered your letter!

Do you know why I'm so glad?

Why I love you so much today?

I love you because you're not in love with me.

You're so sweet!

When I am married,

we'll be more than brother and sister.

I'll love you almost as much as him.

You say that because you are nervous and afraid,

you believe he will not come.

If I believed that, I would cry.

You are afraid!

We'll welcome him together.

I want him to see how much we love each other.

How much we love each other!

You know what happened to me today?

First I did what you had asked me.

At home, I worked: it was going well.

Then I threw myself on the bed.

Suddenly, time stopped. No more time!

And only one feeling, one desire...

And then a musical phrase,

heard long ago and forgotten.

Soft, marvellous...

I felt it had been waiting all my life

and that only now...

How can that be?

Eleven!

Yes.

Don't cry.

If he couldn't come and he answers in writing,

his letter won't arrive until tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll go to your friends and let you know.

You don't mind?

There are still a thousand possibilities.

It's true. I hadn't thought of that.

What a little girl you are!

It's because of you that I cry.

Why isn't he you?

Not made like you?

You're more clever and more kind than he,

but it is him I love.

Of course; I don't yet know him completely.

How he looked at me

when I came to his room with my bag!

You love him more than anything.

More than yourself.

Maybe.

But why does a man always have something to hide?

Why not just say what is in one's heart,

as if afraid of wasting feelings

by revealing them too quickly.

There might be lots of reasons.

You're not like the others

I feel that you give up something for me.

How can I tell you?

It's silly. I don't know.

But I'd so much want you to be happy!

What you've told me about your dreamer is false.

You're very different from what you pretend to be.

If one day you fall in love, she will be happy.

I know it!

He will not come today.

It is too late already.

He will come tomorrow.

Now we are bound together for ever.

Marthe! Marthe!

Tomorrow maybe.

Maybe.

FOURTH NIGHT

Still nothing?

He hasn't come to see you?

He can do what he wants, I don't give a damn!

Don't stay there. Come!

Don't tell me he'll come. He will not.

And why? Why?

Was there anything in my letter?

And to think I was the one who went to him!

No, it's not possible. We are mistaken.

He doesn't know yet. He hasn't received the letter.

Or maybe someone spoke badly of me.

Anyway, not another letter.

Enough. I don't love him anymore. I'll forget him.

You wouldn't have behaved like that

with the one who had come to you.

You'd think her unable to defend herself

against her love for you.

She is innocent. She didn't do anything!

What's the matter?

I love you, that's the matter.

I knew it, but I thought it wasn't serious.

I can't help it. It's not my fault.

Something tells me I'm right.

Because I could never hurt you.

I'll always be your friend.

Sit down!

No. I'll go.

You were the first to talk of love.

You're the guilty one.

Stay!

To say what?

Speak!

...I believed you didn't still love him?

Even if you'd gone on loving this man,

I'd have loved you secretly.

What have you done to me?

Let's go!

Listen, since he abandoned me, forgot me,

although I still love him. I won't cheat you...

Listen to me!

How could I have been so blind and stupid?

Let's part. I only torment you.

I want to leave.

One second! You can wait one second!

Wait for what?

I love him. But it'll pass. It must pass.

Tonight will end it...

I hate him, he doesn't give a damn about me.

You love me. He never did.

I love you as you love me.

I had told you that before. You remember?

If I love you, it's because you are superior to him.

Let's go in!

I am not frivolous.

For a whole year I loved him

and I never was unfaithful.

He didn't respect it...

I don't love him

because I can only love what I admire...

It's better than if I'd been wrong.

and learnt later who he really is.

Maybe my love was only an illusion,

I was under my mother's thumb,

and I wanted to get away from home.

What I want to say

is that, although I love him...

--no, although I have loved him...

If you still can push him out of my heart...

if you still love me...

as much as you do, today,

then...

then...

Are you happy?

Let's go to the Drugstore.

We must go now. It's time.

Don't leave your loft. But come. Be our boarder.

The room is free.

Look at the moon!

Look!

Is it you, Marthe?

Who is it?

It's him.

She sees me from afar. She flies towards me.

The night is luminous, marvellous,

the only such night in a lifetime.

An enthusiastic cry! All is forgotten:

separation, pain, tears...

Jacques, forgive me for being wrong.

"I was blind.

"I hurt you as I hurt myself.

I have suffered for you a thousand deaths...

"but it's you I love."

I am astounded, elated.

What strength makes your eyes

shine with such a flame,

lights your face with such a smile?

Thank you for your love.

And be blessed for the happiness you bring me.

She sees me from afar. She flies towards me.

The night is luminous,

marvellous,

the only such night in a lifetime.

An enthusiastic cry! All is forgotten:

separation, pain, tears...

Jacques, forgive me for being wrong.

"I was blind.

"I hurt you as I hurt myself.

I have suffered for you a thousand deaths...

"but it's you I love."

I am astounded, elated.

What strength makes your eyes

shine with such a flame,

lights your face with such a smile?

Thank you for your love.

And be blessed for the happiness you bring me.

English subtitles .:: Norgen (norgen@centrum.cz) ::.