All language subtitles for Histoire de Marie et Julien (2003)

The Story of Marie and Julien

You're here?

Do you recognize me?

I think of you often, for a year now.

Me too,

all the time, since that night.

- A long time ago.
- A year ago.

- A bit more.
- A bit more, maybe.

I saw you, going against the crowd,

you looked mean.

Looking for a drink.

And then I saw you.

I couldn't move.

We talked... I remember one word.

Me too: Deliverance.

She left me. I'm free now.

He left me. I'm alone.

Can we walk together?

- I need you.
- Need me?

Just like this.

I was thinking of you,
dreaming of you, ten minutes ago.

- Me too, I was thinking of you.
- We have to see each other, talk.

Now I can't, I'm late.

Me too, there's my bus.

- Tomorrow, are you free?
- Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow.

You know the caf�
on Croix-Rouge place, it's not far.

No, but I'll find it. What time?

As soon as possible.

I work in the morning,
but I can free myself.

- No, let's say 3 o'clock.
- 3 o'clock.

Yes, don't forget.

- I'm late, I know.
- I was about to leave.

You're Julien?

And you, Madame X.

Madame X who?

Madame X, that's it.

I've been here thirteen minutes.
I'm cold. Julien who?

Julien, that's it.

Next time, I'll be on time.

In the draught again?

We'll never meet at each other's.

And I set the rules.

I didn't see you like this.

These are my conditions.
You accept them?

I don't know.

- I'm waiting for proof.
- What proof?

That we speak the same language,
that you have the documents.

Documents that can harm me,
apparently.

You believe it... you're here.

If you came empty-handed, it's over.

Why are you doing this?

- You don't need it for a living.
- Go ahead, give me a sermon.

You must hate yourself.

My life is my concern,

I'd have liked another
but I have but this one.

Your Chinese silk business,
that must do well...

Why make fakes?

Fakes?

You know those certificates are fake.

You make fake ancient cloths.

- I don't make them.
- Someone makes them.

Here... there, it's the same.

You sell them as real,
you make a traffic.

It's a crime and costs dearly.

Very dearly.

Thursday,

same place, same time,
with the money.

You don't look like a blackmailer.

Good evening...

Good evening!

Nosing around upstairs again...

Don't lie to me,
I can see it in your whiskers.

A cup of coffee please.

- What are you doing here?
- You're not very friendly.

Neither is your cat.

I have my way with animals.
Yours is cordially condescending.

Don't pout like that.

I've got the money.

I thought I was clear,
not my place, nor yours.

Again: What are you doing here?

- You owe me an explanation.
- Me?

You fell upon by chance,
I don't want to know how,

on documents that concern me.

Fine.

You want to profit from it,
I can understand.

So?

You know something is missing.

I don't see what you're talking about.

You don't see, really?

I have three objects that concern you:

The fake certificates,

the photo, and the doll, that's all.

There's something else, I care above all

which is missing since this morning.

Don't tell me you have
nothing to do with it.

- Believe it or not, I know nothing.
- Stop it!

I'm tired.

You have no idea
what I've endured, for months now.

No one has the slightest idea.
Say what you want, get it over with.

I don't know what you're talking about,
and I hate being taken.

You broke our agreement,
the fee is raised.

- I want ten times the sum.
- What?

Ten times.

You can't be serious...
You must be joking.

I never joke.

You're mad.

Playing with fire.

I refuse.

See you on Thursday.

Don't wait for me.

Muller, yes, it's me.

Provins? Yes, I know where it is.

Tower clocks,
I don't do them anymore, I don't move...

Provins or Timbuktu,
the same, I don't travel.

You'll find someone, I'm not
the only one in the business.

Goodbye.

You're never here when I need you.

Look at me...

Look at me in the eyes!

A bit early for dinner. Let me work.

What are you looking for up there?

I told you, there's nothing left.
Nothing at all!

I was afraid not to see you again.

You have a collection?

I repair them, if possible.

Sometimes it's impossible?

It's a matter of patience.

This one, it's a Wagner.

It's a bit off.

They're like instruments of torture.

It's like the inside of a watch...

only bigger.

The biggest are the oldest.

We started big...

and then smaller and smaller...

more and more...

flat.

I too dreamt of you.

What was I doing?

Nothing.

You were there, standing...

arms crossed.

It was on a ship... or on a train.

The ground was moving.
I was afraid of falling.

You were looking at me.

You looked mean.

I can't stay.

Come to my place tomorrow. Can you?

Of course.

It's a furnished residence.

I live there... while waiting.

While waiting what?

While waiting.

Be there at eight.

I'll cook dinner.

Come, or don't come!

To my sister

You again?

- The street belongs to everyone...
- And you're here by chance.

Relax, I have no intention of entering.

So?

Yesterday, I was mistaken...

I thought you would agree.

Agree on what?

On the money.

Right away, without delay.

I couldn't imagine... reprisals.

Sorry.

So it goes. Sorry, I'm in a hurry.

Wait!

I can't give you what you demand.

You'll make an effort.

Twice the sum...

I can understand. I accept.

But ten times...

Admit it, it's madness.

Maybe... that's the way it goes.
I'm mad.

It's ten times.

Don't look at me like that,
I won't change.

At least, give me my letter!

Your letter?

An intimate letter, personal...

which has nothing to do with us.

You don't know what it means to me.

I have no letter.

Really?

No letter which concerns you in any way.

- I'd like to believe you.
- What prevents you?

One never knows
what to expect from you...

If only I could trust you.

If you could trust me.

I'd have liked that.

- We could have gotten along.
- You're a dreamer.

I'm late. Goodbye.

You're a monster!

Good day.

Good evening, rather.

Yes, good evening, come in.

Can I help?

It's ready.
You can open the wine, I can't,

I don't have the strength.

Sit down.

May I serve you?

That evening...

that evening we met a year ago.

A bit more.

A bit more maybe...

It was at your boss's, right?

Vincent, yes.

A publisher.

That's it? Art publisher.

I don't remember who invited me.
A friend of Estelle's.

Estelle, your friend.

My ex.

She no longer is?

I thought I had told you.

Maybe in your dreams.

- Want some more?
- No thanks.

She was from Montauban,
went back there.

Why do I tell you
this silly detail, Montauban.

For me to believe, maybe.

Maybe.

You were with
that very handsome boy, a bit sad.

Very handsome and sad,
it describes him well.

- His name is Simon.
- Was.

He died 6 months ago.
A car crash, like any ass.

He wasn't an ass.

You loved him very much?

I didn't make desert, want a fruit?

Miss Marie Delambre is gone?

- Yes, Sir.
- When did she leave?

- Miss Delambre left early this morning.
- At what time?

Around seven ten...
When I relieve the night watchman.

She paid her bill. I called a taxi...
A lot of luggage.

She didn't say where she was going?

No, Sir, didn't say where she was going,

she didn't leave anything,
not for you, nor for anyone.

Look at this mess!

What is happening?

I think I was drawn outside

so someone could search here.

I was manipulated.

Manipulated?

By whom?

By a woman.

Women...

I'd like to speak to Vincent Lehmann.

It's personal.

Yes?

- Mr. Lehmann?
- Yes it's me, what is it?

I am Julien Muller,

my name doesn't mean
anything to you, we met...

Yes, a fortnight ago,
at the bookstore, that place...

No, over a year ago,
an evening at your place...

I'm a friend of Marie Delambre,
your ex-collaborator.

Pardon me. What's become of her?

I want to get a hold of her,
I was hoping you could help.

She's no longer with us,
left over a year ago.

I've had no news since.

No number, nor address...

I'm sorry. I have a meeting,
is that all you wanted to know?

Forgive me for disturbing you.

- I'd like to speak to Julien.
- Yes, it's me.

If you wish to see Marie,
she's at the hotel Villa Panth�on.

Where?

Hotel Villa Panth�on, rue des Ecoles.

That's where she is at the moment.

How do you know I'm looking for her?
Who are you?

If I were you, I'd go right away.

Hello, could you tell me
which is Marie Delambre's room?

Room 115, on the inside courtyard.

Did you just arrive
or are you about to leave?

I don't know.

I know.

You are coming with me.

- With you?
- Yes, with me.

I want you to live with me. In my house.

It's impossible.

I need you.

- It's true?
- Yes, it's true.

Well, alright.

You want to?

I want but that.

Hello!

Hungry?

I'm hungry.

Aren't you cold?

Whose is this?

Where did you find it?

In the bathroom. Whose is it?

- Tea, coffee, chocolate?
- Coffee.

I ask you whose is it.

Estelle's, probably.

How so, probably?

It means: Certainly.

Who is this Estelle
that I may take care of her?

I told you about her... the other night.

- The girl from Montpellier.
- Montauban. The girl from Montauban.

There's also a girl from Montpellier?

There's no girl from Montpellier.

You think I'm Blue Beard?

The girl from Montauban
who returned to Montauban, period.

Orange or currant?

I can help myself.

And this girl from Montauban...

this Estelle from Montauban
who returned to Montauban...

Yes?

Why did she leave her things?
She's coming back from Montauban?

Never.

She'll never come back from Montauban.

She left without turning back.

And you know what?

Go ahead.

As soon as she turned her back,

I forgot her.

- Liar.
- Forgotten

completely, totally, absolutely.

- You would. Bastard.
- Bastard, perhaps...

even more than you think.

- How so, I don't understand?
- You'll see soon enough.

No, please.

- But you can't see.
- I don't need to see, don't want to see.

It's all in the ear.

Listen.

It's limping.

It must come...

from there.

Certainly, doctor.

- Is it serious?
- Serious, no, it's tricky.

You hear the difference?

You want to listen?

There, it's isochrone...

And now...

Now it limps.

- There, it's right.
- Isochrone?

You think I'm funny?

No, it's your crazy air,
attentive and passionate.

Passionate? No.

Yes, your work is not a craft,
it's a vocation.

I wanted to be an architect.
Or one wanted me to be.

I wasn't gifted for it.
Or anything else.

Look at my hands,

hands of a butcher, not a clock smith.

Did you know
it was a noble craft, in the past?

Butcher?

Clock smith.

A king's craft, aristocrat's craft.

A craft for you.

You don't know me.

It's you... who doesn't know you.

I don't want to know myself.

- I want to know you.
- Careful.

I know.

You know nothing.

I know I must be careful.

Very careful.

I know you can hurt me,

even if I don't know how.

But I don't care. I'm happy you're here.

Me too, I'm happy to be here.

Where are you going?

I haven't finished my visit.

- There's nothing up there.
- Nothing... that's just what I like.

Why should I have changed my mind?

You didn't look well enough...

I'm flattered
but it doesn't change anything.

I have nothing against Provins,
I just don't go to Provins.

It's not a question of money.

Think about what?

Stop spying on me, Nevermore.

Mind your own business.

Can I do something?

Nothing. Sit.

I hate this robe.

I'll buy you another one.
A beautiful one.

- Tomorrow, I'll be rich...
- Really?

You can wear this... while waiting.

I prefer this.

It smells of you.

Now I am yours,
you are mine.

Where I must go,
you will accompany me.

For what I must do,
you will help me.

Don't fail me, or you will lose
the very memory of me.

What are you saying?

Pardon me?

What are you saying?

I don't know.

You don't know.

You don't know what you just said?

No.

- Are you making fun of me?
- I've never been more serious.

- Julien? Madame X.
- It's you!

- May I speak to you?
- Yes, with pleasure.

I thought it over.
I accept your conditions.

Well, I prefer you like this.

How can we proceed?

If we're agreed, no problem.

Call me tomorrow, same time.

- And then?
- I'll tell you how to proceed. Tomorrow!

Who was it?

To each his little secrets.

I'm asking who is this
person you were charming

who must call tomorrow, answer me.

A woman.

Very beautiful. Very elegant.

I'm fed up with all these women!

I love you Marie.

I love your neck, your arms,
shoulders, mouth, tummy, eyes.

I love everything. I love you.

Since you've been here,
it's a new beginning.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

It's nothing,

nothing.

I love you.

I want you here all the time.

Say it again.

I couldn't stand you disappearing again.

Me too, I need you.

Where are you going?

Where are you?

Where did you go?

What are you looking at?

Come on, you'll explain it to me.

So, you found them?

I wasn't looking.

What is it?

You can see.

I see...

some kind of certificate.

And some fabrics...

They are very beautiful, they look old.

Fake.

Nothing but fakes.

Really... a pity.

And a Japanese doll...

Chinese.

Chinese.

With a hole in the head.

- There was something inside.
- Really? What?

I don't know.

- And the photo?
- It's a photo.

It's her?

Her, who?
The girl from Montauban? No.

No...

the girl to whom you give|secret dates on the phone.

Yes,

this one.

And that one,

the other one, I don't know.

One is dead,

and the other is alive.

The one who is alive
killed the one who is dead.

I don't think so.

Tell me about the forest again.

You were lost in the forest,

in that big forest...

Walking in circles for hours,

my dress is torn,

I've lost my shoes,

my feet are wounded...

they bleed.

After all the walking,
you reach a path.

And there, see a man.

A man,

filthy.

With blue eyes

and hands...

Hands of a butcher.

I'm not afraid.

- I ask him to save me.
- He says he'll lead you to the road.

Instead, he goes deep
into the forest with you.

In the bramble and thorns

it hurts, I'm torn,

one sees my skin through
the tears in my dress.

I follow him without a word.

He takes you to a wooden hut,

a ruin deep in the forest.

- He tells you it's his home.
- He tells me to take off my dress.

I obey,

I am naked.

He looks at your scratched breasts,

your stomach,

your sex.

I see he has a hard on,

he lays me on the bed.

An iron bed

with a beat up box spring.

A bed with nettles for sheets...

He ties your wrists,

your ankles,

stretched to the four corners.

Ties the knots so tight,

makes me yell,

I'm hot, I'm cold, I'm ashamed.

And yet I am wet

so much that it runs down my legs.

Tells you to take his tongue
in your mouth.

I do everything he says,

he crushes me on the bed,

on the nettle,

the bramble.

He stays still a long time.

He breathes hard,

harder and harder...

And then?

Something is going to happen.

I don't know what it is...
Don't know what to do.

You are my only recourse...

It is I who chose you.

I don't know what else to do.

I love you Julien.
And I know you love me.

I don't want to lose you.
I have but you.

Something is approaching...

something awful.

And I don't know what it is...

I know it will tear me away from you
and I don't want it.

It's unbearable...

I'd like to cry, but I can't.

I had to do something
and I can't anymore.

I love you,

I love you so...

I shouldn't have loved you.

What to do now?

How to end what I began,
what I must do...

You tear me apart.

I am split in two...

split from top to bottom.

Forgive me... I love you.

I am Adrienne.

Open your eyes, Marie.
You haven't much time left.

Yes, I know.

I'm afraid.

Open your eyes.

What should I do?

You know the forbidden sign?

Don't do it.

It's our last recourse,

if all else fails.

Don't do it.

It's almost three.

Which means?

Which means Madame X is late.
Or rather, will be late.

Want to bet she'll call right on time?

I bet she will make me wait...

- Hello, Julien.
- Who is calling?

- Can we speak?
- Absolutely.

Is it indiscreet to ask
who is the other person?

The other person, as you say,

is as discrete as me.

She is like myself.

- Do you have the money?
- Only part of it.

A pity...

Hello Madame X,
this is "the other person".

That is?

For you, I'm the "other person".
This is what we've decided:

You have part of the money,
you get part of the documents...

- I'll have the rest soon.
- Very well.

The rest of the documents
when we get the rest of the money.

I agree...

When and where?

Rue de Charenton, 193. Five o'clock.

Yes it doesn't bleed. I know.
Don't say it to Julien.

I am "the other person".

It's you.

What is it?

Nothing...

I never expected... you.

Who did you expect?

I don't know.

You remind me of someone.

You don't look like her.

It's in your look...

Or the way you move.

We're not here to chit chat.
Do you have the money?

- Do you have the documents?
- The money first.

It's all here?

A third. It was agreed upon.

Very well,

this is for you.

- And the rest?
- The rest another time.

You just saw my sister.
Take this letter, it concerns her.

- She came?
- Yes.

You have the money?

Here...

How did it go?

She only had a third...
the photo and the doll, we keep hostage.

I have something for you...

It's beautiful.

I want to see it on your skin.

- You hurt yourself?
- It's nothing.

- Show me.
- No, I told you it's nothing.

How do I look?

You are beautiful.

You are sweet.

Answer me.

I do this to you? It's my fault?

Did I do something?

Answer me, it's unbearable...
your distancing, like this.

Where are you?
Right now, where are you?

I beg of you, answer me.

I love you so Julien,

it hurts.

Hurt, why, tell me why?

I can't.

I don't know what's happening to me.

I love you, I'm lost.

It's all I know.

You see this weather?

I hope you won't spend the day
cooped up there.

The day, no, but I'm not through.

When do you show me?

Coffee.

- And your wound?
- I told you, it's nothing.

Read this.

My dear sister.

Who is this addressed to?

The one who gave me this
is the girl on the photo.

She's Madame X's sister?

Read.

My dear sister,
you will be tempted, I know,

to crumple this letter
and throw it in the basket

as you did with so many others

and as, in a sense, you did with me.

But this one, read to the end.

She underlined "this one".

I am not crazy.

The truth is
you always dominated me.

We never dealt equal to equal.

You were sure of everything.
I always doubted.

You ordered me. I had to obey.

I was like anyone, for life,
pleasure, and freedom.

With bare hands, you twisted
and broke my very being

that I may be the mere shadow
of who I was,

incapable to see myself in the mirror

without wanting to vomit.

Today I did the irreparable:

I borrowed a lot of money from you|to try to do something on my own.

I failed.

My shop went bankrupt.

I can never repay you.
I know you'll never talk about it.

That is what I can't stand.

I know that sooner or later
you will punish me.

I am lucid, in this horrible
clarity of the worst.

I address to you,
my sister, my murderess:

Even dead, I shan't disappear
and follow you forever.

Yours,

eternally.

Well?

Well, what?

This girl is quite a novelist. Or...

Yes.

She's in a reprieve.

Reprieve?

It's funny?

There's an abyss between you and me,

and I don't know how to cross over.

It's a torture.

It's starting to resemble...

Second third...

There was something in there?

- Where?
- In the head.

Bizarre ideas, as in mine.

Why do you look at me so?

I told you, you remind me of someone.

You've known Julien for long?

You call him Julien?

- You won't answer me?
- For long, no.

- Do you live with him?
- Yes. Does it bother you?

Where were you before?

Before, when?

Six months ago, or so.

Mind bringing the rest
next time, or else...

- Or else?
- Or else no photo.

- I didn't expect you tonight.
- Am I disturbing? Another secret date?

No, no one.

- You come less and less often.
- We shouldn't get used to it.

It will be harder when I leave.

Before, we couldn't see each other.

Now, we don't want to leave each other.

Life's funny...

Death's funny.

Yes.

You remember
the first time you saw me...

I was terrified.

I thought I was going mad.

Now I feel I can see,

in a world of the blind.

I may be mad after all,

and you don't exist.

You're not mad, and I do exist.

I know.

I met your blackmailer.

It's not her, only her accomplice.

No, not only.

She is like me.

I knew it. I sensed it.

I guessed it.

You know everything...

Free me.

How?

You have to find how. I can't.

I can't tell you.

- Let me pass.
- I want to know what you're up to.

You went and looked?

I don't spend my time spying on you,
I have work, but you're going too far.

You rush in,

don't say hello, you stay up there.

You're jealous? Jealous of a room?

- No.
- Then, let me pass.

I want to know what you're doing...

I beg of you, open up. Now.

Open.

Why?

You're angry with me?

But I don't understand...

What I don't understand scares me.

- So, it's you.
- Yes, today it's me.

Here, it's all there.

- And the letter?
- No letter.

I held my end, you hold yours.

The letter isn't part
of the transaction.

What will you do with it?

You'll keep it?

- Use it against me?
- No,

and don't try to harm the one
who wrote it.

Harm?

How?

Very simple. She's in the way,
you kill her.

- Just like that?
- Just like that.

But, how could I kill her...

if she's already dead?

Pardon me?

She's dead.

Six months ago.

She drowned.

A suicide.

Then, who gave us this letter?

She did.

You think I'm crazy?

I don't know.

What should I think?

Ask your friend...

"the other person".

What's it to do with her?

Ask her.

What do you know?

- About your friend?
- Yes.

She does things you don't understand...

At times she freezes, without reason.

She can't say why,

and then it passes.

And if she hurts herself,

she doesn't bleed.

You're anxious to join her, no?

You love her, she loves you,

and yet you know nothing of her,

there's an abyss between you.

How do you know what's between us?

I only know what she is.

You speak of her
as if she were an animal or a thing.

She's like my sister.

Meaning...

Dead.

I guarantee the opposite.

Yes, she's alive, but not like us.

"Reliving", if you wish.

Look at my sister,

don't you find we resemble a lot?

You resemble... a bit.

She was jealous of me,

madly.

She ended up killing herself,

tried to make me pass
for her murderess.

That's the meaning of the letter.

The letter she placed in your hands...

as a weapon against me.

Just like that...

Yes.

Since her suicide, she returns, visits me.

We are reconciling with each other.

We're almost.

I think that when we fully are,

she will disappear.

It is so.

They need our consent...

to leave, definitely.

You are definitely mad.

She gave you the rest?

Yes. It's all here.

- What is it?
- What's wrong?

You look strange.

It's her... Madame X, who is strange.

Why?

I don't know... No reason.

Some people appear as models
of stability, and then you scratch

and you realize they are mad...

stark raving.

Drop the envelope.

Come.

Do you like it?

I don't know.

You must like it.

Yes, I like it.

- But what's it for?
- I don't know.

I'm a warrior...

- An Amazon?
- No.

I keep my breasts for you, my enemy.

We're in the middle of a plain.
A desert.

Around us, a horde...
It's our first battle.

I take over, come on top of you.

I hunger for you.
I eat you till I'm sick.

You tear me apart...
with your teeth, your nails.

You eat my sex.

It smells like wet soil...

I stick my tongue and fingers... Smell.

It's true, it smells like wet soil.

You faint. I take you in my arms.

I take you.

Far,

far from the battleground.

You wake up,

you cry,

scream.

You will deliver me.

No.

- Hello.
- Hello, I'd like to have a room.

For how long?

For the night, after, I don't know.

The smallest one. A shower and a bed.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Vincent Lehman,
it's Julien Muller.

I was very disappointed by her departure.

I didn't expect it at all.

In fact I didn't replace her.

- You must have her last address.
- But not her last place of residence.

She moved.
Went and lived with someone...

Simon... is that it?

I think so, yes.

A charming fellow,
whom I cordially detested.

Must have met him twice...
absolutely not made for each other.

- I know he killed himself in a car crash.
- I learned that, yes...

It didn't bring back Marie, alas.

She's a researcher.

Collaborated on the notebooks
of... what's his name.

They were very close, very good friends.

It's been years, I lost track of her...

It's crazy how time flies.
It was our beginnings.

May I see her, on your behalf?

I accepted to see you,
but actually, I have nothing to say.

You were very close...

Yes, it's true.

Did you see her recently?

Why?

What is she really to you?

I'll tell you, try to,
if you accept to speak of her.

Why is it so difficult? What happened?

What happened is she went mad.

Mad?

To some, love brings joy and...

You mean mad...

madly in love, for that... Simon?

You know his name. I'd forgotten it.

Yes, Simon.

When we saw them together,
we said how beautiful they are.

"The" couple. You see?

But no. It wasn't love.

It was an attachment.
An absurd attachment.

They were prisoners.

- Prisoners?
- Of the image they cast for others.

There was nothing between them.
Nothing.

Couldn't bear each other,
but couldn't bear to know it.

- Do you want another drink?
- No, thanks.

You see I speak... Well, I try to.

And you?

I don't know who she is.

All I know, is that I need her,

in a way which is...

vital.

I want to know everything.

Who broke up? It's you?

It was unbearable, hellish.

They made scenes
all the time, for nothing,

to exist.

The last straw was the day
he insulted her, in front of me.

I told him to leave.

And then she came to his defense,
in an odious way...

Calling me all sorts of names.

She had become someone else.

I told her I didn't want to
see or hear about her anymore.

And I stood fast.

People who are too miserable,
one has to flee them...

It's a matter of survival.

I only hope she'll free herself
from this spell.

He's dead.

All the better.

Forgive me, I'm frank.

So, after this split, no news...

Once she wrote to me,
but I never replied.

We didn't renovate, nothing.

They hesitate to rent it again,

after what happened.

It was a while the tenants were fed up.

Every night, yelling, fights.

He threw her down the stairs,
yelling he wouldn't see her again.

He left not long after that.

Come in, please.

When he returned ten days later,
he didn't have his keys.

So I opened for him.

This is where it happened.

We didn't touch anything.
Took the seals off, that's all.

This is where she hanged herself.

As soon as I came in,
I felt something was not normal.

There was a funny smell.

And then, there was that noise.

It was an old record, the stylus
had reached the end, so it did...

- And then I saw her.
- Hanging...

Yes.

Her hands were tied,

tied in the back, with...

tape.

She had a turtleneck pulled
up to her hair.

And underneath,

her face was slashed with a knife.

That's why, at first, they thought
it was a crime.

Him,

they harassed him for a while.

And finally, it was her,

just her.

How she did it, I don't know.

She must really have had it
against him.

I remember

the effect it had on me
when I entered

and saw her slowly turning,

like a sack hanging from the ceiling.

I have to do it.

I have to.

Who are you?

I am...

Yes.

The one I love...

Let's stay like this.

Just like this...

eat, sleep, love.

Yes,

living day by day.

Every time I fall asleep,
I have a dream

and that dream is like an order
which I must obey.

Or else?

Or else...

Don't let me sleep...

Don't let me sleep...

Look at me.

You must look at me.

You don't want to die anymore.

I see it in your eyes.

What will happen?

You know very well.

The worst.

And if I continue living.

Living?

Living with him.

We're here for a time.

If you don't act,

no one can do anything for you.

Give me the strength, Adrienne.

I too, I am alone.

I know.

I am bound by this letter.

Only one person can free me.

I, I do not want to be freed.

Why do you want to die?

Don't you understand
it's the only solution?

I must do it.
I want to be with you. Like you.

But you can't be like me.

I don't know the rules,

no one knows them, we obey laws
which are beyond us.

If you die, you will not return.

What do I care?
What do I care not coming back,

if you disappear forever?

You are destroying everything...

Go away!

Julien, I told you:

Don't fail me, or you'll lose
the very memory of me.

Don't give a damn for memory!
It's you I want!

Present, not absent. Whole.

Then I have no choice.

What an ass!

Using a knife for...

for what in fact?

I'm going mad!

What's wrong with me?

What an ass!

Using a knife for...

for what in fact?

I'm going mad.

What's wrong with me?

I want my letter.

What letter?

I need it, and you know why.

You have no more reasons
to refuse it to me.

Ah yes, the letter.

Come in. I'll get it.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing,

I thought it would be...

more difficult.

It's cold in here.

- The other person isn't here?
- What other person?

The other person,

the one I can't name otherwise.

Don't know what you're talking about.

The one who is like my sister.

I live alone with my cat.

There never was another person.

- Something happened here.
- Nothing happens here,

nothing ever happened here,
nothing will ever happen.

Fine.

It doesn't concern me after all.

- Where is the envelope?
- Yes, the envelope.

Thank you.

See you.

No reason to see each other again,
I believe.

It's true.

Then, farewell.

You too, farewell.

Farewell, Adrienne.

My darling.

What time is it?

Pretty early.

I mean...

what are you doing here,
who are you?

How did you enter?

A lot of questions, Julien.

You know my name?

I'm Marie.

Marie, the one you loved.

I doubt it, miss...

you're not at all my type.

That's what you think...

Give me a little time.

Translation: John Lvoff