All language subtitles for Cleo.From.5.To.7.1962.FRENCH.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-VXT

Restored
by the Ciné-Tamaris Team in 2012.

Written and Directed
by Agnes Varda in 1961.

Restored in 2K by Archives Françaises
du Film at the CNC.

Color Grading, Image Restoration,
and DCP by Digimage.

Color Grading Supervised
by Agnes Varda.

Sound Restored by Etude.

Opening Credit Sequence
Restored by Paulo Costa at Daems.

SURPRISE SEQUENCE
IN THE MIDDLE FEATURING...

Cut the deck, please.

Choose nine cards
with your left hand.

I know. Three for the past,

three for the present,
three for the future.

- You're familiar with the tarot?
- A bit.

You haven't appeared yet.

The cards speak better if you appear.

Here you are.

Let's look at the past.

A young lover influenced your career.

- Was your mother a widow?
- No.

Then you have someone close
who's a widow.

She's a questionable influence,

- but she's devoted to you.
- It's true.

She took you away
from your home life.

As a result you met
a kind and generous man.

He made
your artistic career possible.

You have a certain talent.

You're in music.
In any case, you like music.

He lavishes you with attention.

- Yes, but I rarely see him.
- Then find someone else.

Select another card.
It will represent yourself.

But he looks after you,
and gives you sound advice.

I see evil forces... a doctor.

His task is hazardous.

I see a struggle.
Now for the future.

This is a bad card.

You have little hope of marriage.

I see a departure, a journey.
Here are the three Fates.

That's you there.

Why?

The cards are hard to read.

We must try again.

Cut, please.

Select four cards.

The hanged man means change

but shows suffering.

Are you ill?

Yes.

Venus Astarte! The illness

is upon you.

I see a new acquaintance,

a talkative young man

who'll amuse you.

He didn't appear before.
This is a surprise.

But there's something wrong.

It's your illness.

I knew it!

It's serious, isn't it?

Yes, but no need for drama.

Select another card.

We must see.

Thanks!

No, this card isn't necessarily death.

It means a complete transformation
of your whole being.

Enough!

I've known since they did the tests.

I don't need to hear the results.
And my hand?

I can't read hands.
I don't know.

Is it that bad?

Please don't cry like that.

What will my other customers think?
I'm not a bird of bad omen.

I understand.

The cards spell death.
I saw cancer.

She's doomed.

CHAPTER 1
CLEO FROM 5:05 — 5:08

“Wait, pretty butterfly.

Ugliness is a kind of death.

As long as I'm beautiful,
I'm even more alive than the rest.”

Special this week
on summer dresses.

Well? Did Madame Irma
rid you of your fear?

No, it's worse than before.

The cards said I was ill.

She saw it in the cards?

Is it written on my face?

You're imagining things.

If it is, I'll kill myself!

I might as well be dead already!

Her and her hysterics,

when she could be happy.

She needs to be looked after.
She's a child.

Come now, Cléo.

Try to calm down.

Something wrong, young lady?

She's tormenting herself
over a medical test.

Doctors see illness everywhere.

They never stop doing tests.

It's true.

She doesn't look good!

How about some coffee?

Yes, please.

You know coffee
will make you more agitated.

Oh, all right. A little bit.

Coffee can excite you one day

and calm you the next.

I'll tell you a story
from my village.

There was a man
who had everything:

Vineyards, a wife,
lovely children, good health.

And health is everything.

One day he fell ill.
The doctor said he'd die.

His wife put on widow's airs.

The man got mad,
got out of bed,

and said he was leaving.

You pay for your room, right?

Then it's your place, isn't it?

- You don't understand.
- It's very simple.

I'm sick of leaving at 2:00 a.m.

I'm exhausted the next day.

Either I sleep with you or it's off.

Then it's off.

Are you joking?

I'm tired of arguing too.

I just want to sleep.

I have my pride.

You'll come running.

He visited Greece,
Turkey, Egypt, and Africa,

and sent postcards saying,
I'm seeing the world. Kisses to all!”

Not a word about being ill.

Two years later he comes back
stronger and prouder than ever.

His wife had died in an accident.

He's an old man now.

He still speaks of his travels,
the high point of his life.

- Listen to doctors and you're dead.
- It's true!

How much do we owe?
We must be getting back.

It's on the house.

You're very kind.

I want that one.

Fur? In summer?

Yes, ladies?

I'd like a hat.

May I try a few on?

Certainly, ma'am.
Which do you like?

That one, this one,
and these here.

It's very smart on you.

Yet another hat.

Do you like it?
At least it's a summer hat.

Not at all!

Capricious girl!

Everything suits me.

I get giddy
Just trying on hats and dresses.

Black looks good on me.

But I prefer the first one I saw.

It suits you perfectly.

This is the one.

- Shall I wrap it?
- I'll wear it now.

No! Never wear new clothes
on a Tuesday!

- It's just a hat.
- Nothing new!

Would you like a box?

You don't want bad luck, do you?

Never even carry new things
on Tuesdays!

Please deliver it to Cléo Victoire,
6 Rue Huyghens.

You're Cléo Victoire?
I love your voice!

I never imagined I'd meet you.

Could Miss Cléo sign
a photo for our shop?

Of course.
Deliver it at once, will you?

Not that one.
It's an unlucky number.

This one.

- I like Citroëns!
- It's the new ID.

ID as in “crazy idea”!

Tired?

I have no life in me.

Nonsense. You're just tired.

You live with your parents?

Give us a smile. What a snob!

I like songs. Do you?

Not this one!

It's awful!

The recording's terrible.

They have to redo it.

Stop it!

I said stop it!

No, I meant stop the music!

- It's me singing.
- It is?

I love that song.

- You don't hear it much.
- Yes, you do.

What's wrong?

I feel nauseous.

But the windows are open.

Doesn't the music help?

I like the radio.

And Radio Taxis book fares for us.

Tough job for a woman!

Dangerous sometimes too.
But I like it.

Aren't you afraid at night?

Afraid of what?

What's going on?

It's the art students again.

They need their fun.

We were just like them.

But I don't like rough stuff.
I was assaulted last winter.

My picture was in the papers.

Well, not exactly “assaulted.”
Some young people wouldn't pay.

It was a deserted street,
and pitch-black.

But I ran after them.

- In the dark?
- Then they lit into me.

I called for help over the radio,
and two colleagues came.

- Weren't you scared to death?
- I don't scare easily.

Did they rob you?

No, they just split.

Good Lord!

I can't get by them.
You mind a little radio?

Of course not.

...a new whiskey shampoo
for American women.

The whiskey makes
your hair like new.

It's 5:20. Here's the latest news.

Today brought more rioting in Algeria.

The latest casualty toll:

20 dead and 60 wounded.

In Paris, before a military tribunal,

Commander Robin,
a rebel in the Algiers uprising,

was sentenced to six years in prison.

The farmers' protest continues
into its third week.

Today they broke
through police barriers at Poitiers.

Two thousand reached City Hall,
with 300 tractors.

Two demonstrators from Morlaix

will be tried tomorrow.

They're being held in Brest prison.

Yesterday, 4,000 demonstrators
in Saint-Nazaire

shouted “Free the Bretons.”

Did Mr. Khrushchev feel
he'd put Mr. Kennedy

in the doghouse?

After the Vienna conference,
he sent a dog to the White House.

Pushinka, one of the puppies
of the famous space dog...

We'll be home
just in time for rehearsal.

I'm exhausted.

You'll have time to rest a bit.

Three sewer workers in Gennevilliers
were overcome by escaping gas

and swept away by the waters

as a metro employee
tried to save them.

Tourists:

The Fontainebleau museum
will be closed again tomorrow...

June 22.

Edith Piaf got up today for the first time
since her last operation.

Dr. Mercadier,
her surgeon, said yesterday...

“Edith is saved again.
It's a miracle.”

A young Englishman, Robert Platen,
has crossed the Channel

in six hours and 20 minutes
on a brass bed mounted on floats...

You know Rue Huyghens?

Yes.

That's an easy one.

You're a sharp cookie!

Well, how about
those female parachutists?

They're crazy,
jumping out of a plane.

Some people enjoy that.

How much is it?

Four francs.

- What a character!
- It's revolting.

I thought she was
charming and brave.

I'm suffocating.

Hang a bit. It"ll do you good.

It hurts...

but it does me good.

Now that I'm stretched,
I'll stretch out.

That line kills me!

I say it every day.
You're my best audience.

- I'd like a hot water bottle.
- Coming up.

I already put the water on.

Thanks.

The warmth does me good.

Rest till they get here.

You know...

- You see?
- On time for once!

And not a word about your illness.
Men hate that.

Yes, monsieur. She's upstairs.

How are my little kittens?

Monsieur is here.

I just dropped by
to give you a kiss.

I was nearby.

I'm glad you did.

- His hat!
- You two are maniacs.

You know we're superstitious.

Monsieur would know that
if he came by more often.

If the maid criticizes,
her lady may follow.

No time.
My musicians are coming.

I only have a moment myself.

I just wanted
to see you for a moment.

You always say that!
You're the “momentary lover”!

Cruel woman!
I thought you loved me.

I'm sad I can devote
so little time to you...

my divine Cléopatra.

- Are you ill?
- Yes.

What is it today?

“Today”? Am I ill that often?

Always.

There's always something
wrong somewhere.

You're actually very strong.
Your beauty is your health.

What if I really were ill?

You're imagining things.
Like everyone these days.

People think of nothing
but cancer and heart attacks.

All the phone calls and appointments —
That's my own disease.

I have two meetings
before dinner.

- I'll never manage.
- To what?

Kiss me? That's for sure.

- Do you miss me?
- Like one misses a train.

Too much kissing
and the train is gone.

Too little kissing, that's you.

I don't mind.
But you have to take me out.

I have a new dress
for the premiere of Don Juan.

- Want to see it?
- Yes. No.

I don't have time.
Neither do you.

I'll call you.

If only we could go
on vacation together.

The Dambrets are in Italy.

Listen, I'll do my best
to take you out on Friday.

If all goes well.

My pearl.

Who was it?

They delivered the hat.

- Well, Angéle...
- Well, madame?

I didn't tell him my troubles.

Very wise.

He doesn't take me seriously.

All his appointments!
I feel like dropping him.

That would be a mistake.
He loves you.

Think so?

Not a bit.

He loves me...

a little...

a lot...

You think he loves me?

He's a good lover.

How do you know?

He's in love.
He respects you. He spoils you.

He knows everyone in Paris.

He's generous.

You look good together.
He's tall.

It's true.
But I'd like to have told him.

About what?

My illness!
Have you forgotten already?

Everyone forgets but me.

He should have sensed something.
He's an egotist.

Yes, but all men are,
yours included.

He tells you his troubles.
What does he know of yours?

I'm so kind to him.

Always free when he wants me,
always made up prettily.

I'm too good for men.

Yes, you're too easy on them.
He's too sure of you.

He doesn't even ask how I am.

If I died,
he wouldn't even be upset.

- What's on your mind now?
- People die easily nowadays.

Especially artists.

Don't tempt fate.

Look on the bright side.

You're worrying unnecessarily.
Shall I go to the doctor?

No, I have to phone him tonight
for the results.

If it were serious,
he'd have confined you to bed.

Not necessarily!

- When do you call?
- This evening.

That's them. Go get the door.

Hello, Bob.

This is shy Maurice.

- Is Cléo in?
- She's in bed.

- Is she sick?
- A bit.

She just wants attention.

Music will soothe her.

You have a white smock?

Right behind you.

Perfect.

And with your big raincoat,

you can be the pharmacist.

What do you want?

I'm looking for something.

What?

Here's your syringe.

- You have any herbal tea?
- Herbal tea?

Like all women,
Cléo enjoys a good joke.

It's true.
And you're a real prankster.

The doctor's here, ma'am.

To cure the patient.

- We're here to bleed you!
- How awful!

Take that away or I'll faint!

Up with the corpse.

You're sick! You know that?

You're the sick one, gorgeous.
And that's a mistake.

And mistakes Kill.

He's so ugly!

“Ugliness is beauty.
Beauty is ugliness.”

Shakespeare.

I was hiding my shame.
I didn't make you laugh.

But you did.

What's this latest whim?

We were to record next week.
Why the hurry?

Somethings come up.
I'll do the new songs, then I'm off.

On a honeymoon?

You get on my nerves!

I want to rehearse the old songs.
And where are the new numbers?

I'm racking my brains
with my pen!

The lyricist has spoken!

I call him “Handy Pen”!
Not bad, huh?

It suits him.

Nice place.
It's my first time here.

That's right.

Drinks?

- Angéle's an angel.
- And Handy Pen's dandy! Brandy!

Who writes the rhymes here?

Me, officially.
How about sherry with a cherry?

Our theme song:

Cléo's heart is made of clay-o!

Stop getting on my nerves!
Be serious!

- I only want to help you.
- Thanks.

- So let's hear it.
- “Wayward Girl.” You know that one.

Perfect!

Doctor Song will guide
but never chide you.

He's a Christian physician.

You're such a pain!

Or how about “The Fickle One”?

That's a good one!

I'm a thousand women.

Rolled info one

I already know that one.

But I never tire of hearing it.

Here you go.

Are you done?
Let's hear the new songs.

“The Perfidious Girl.”

I lied to you, dear.

I knew who you were
Your disguise made me smile.

And your bank account
turned me on.

The lady's man was just paying.

For me, the liar.

I seduced you.

She's not in.

Call back tomorrow.

That's too hard to sing!

Then like this.

That way's too old-fashioned.
The first melody had more —.

- Character.
- Right. I'll just learn it.

- What else?
- “Playing.”

- Playing what?
- It's an ideal number for you.

And easy as pie.

He plays the cello beautifully
You play the piano well.

But I play games
with all the boys.

And really give them hell.

The black and white notes play
as you tinkle the keys.

But all the boys
Just shout for joy.

When I wiggle my hips.

He strums a banjo joyfully
You're a genius on the flute.

But all the guys just stand and stare
If I start getting cute.

That's a nice little song!

The words are great!

Not the music?

The music too.

You used to appreciate my music.

He's written words
to the tune you liked.

- That's sweet.
- Give it a try.

- It's called “Cry of Love.”
- Of course, it calls for feeling —.

Stop it!

You're always deriding my talent!

- What talent?
- You go too far.

He's just bitter.

Cleopatra, my praise is coming atcha.

With all my doors wide open.

With the wind rushing through.

I'm like an empty house.

Without you.

Without you.

Like a deserted isle.

Eroded by the sea.

My sands slip away.

Without you.

Without you.

Beauty wasted.

Cold and naked.

My body's an empty shell.

Without you.

Without you.

Gnawed at by despair.

My body decays.

On a crystal bier.

Without you.

Without you.

And if you wait too long.

They'll have laid me to rest.

Ashen, pale, and alone.

Without you.

It's too much!

I can't go on!

It's horrible!

- What's wrong?
- She's tired.

And you shouldn't use
the word “despair.”

It's just for the rhyme.

It's a lovely song.

You'll revolutionize the music world.

What's a song anyway?
How long does it last?

Another tantrum.

Tantrum, tantrum!
That's all you ever say!

You make me this way,

treating me like an idiot
or a china doll!

A revolution with macabre words!

That's your charming song?
My next big hit?

It'll be a hit funeral!

You tire me!
You exploit me! Go away!

No, I'll go!

Angèle will serve you drinks.
Session's over!

Leave the songs.
I'll choose later.

But you can't read music.

You made sure to never teach me.

You don't think I have any talent.

José liked my voice
the first time he heard it.

Don't make me laugh.

- You must hate me.
- Spoiled, self-pitying child!

Everyone spoils me.
No one loves me.

She gets so upset.

I'll wear black.

It goes with your songs.

A “cry of love.”
“Ashen, pale, and alone.”

Here you go!

I wish I could pull my head off too!

- Shall I come along?
- No! I want to be alone.

Cléo, it's Tuesday, remember?

To hell with Tuesday.
I'll do as I like.

HEALTH FOOD

That unchanging doll's face,
that ridiculous hat.

[ Can't see my own fears.

I think everyone's looking at me,
but I only look at myself.

It wears me out.

Don't worry about the frogs.
They don't suffer.

They'll see daylight again
in a moment.

Froggy, time for a new aquarium.
Third frog!

One... two... and three!

I'm the only person in France
performing this feat.

This madness in Algeria.

Their damned politics!
Who can paint now?

That's where I gave
the conference yesterday.

Twenty years
before Surrealism was invented...

I can't hear a word
with all this noise!

- I just can't live around them!
- They sound impossible!

- Are they like that just with you?
- No, with everyone.

Buy you a drink?

A brandy.

After all these years,

here I am back in this café.

It was really something back then.

This poetic decadence is awful!

All these stories
we simply can't understand.

- Is the brandy for you?
- Yes, thanks.

The paintings called Woman.

And I see a bull.
That proves Miró's Spanish.

And Picasso's owls look like women.

What's that prove?

You think I have all day
to wait for you?

- There are no more models around.
- Keep trying.

What about the big black woman
who posed for sculptors?

We never see her anymore.

- Probably went back to Africa.
- Racist!

- Is Dorothée still around?
- Yeah. She's a great model.

She's never any trouble.

Watch closely.

No cheating or hoaxes here.

Pay close attention.

Cléo's here.

She's so kind, so pretty.

I won't be a minute.

You're right. You're all done.

- How are you?
- It's been ages.

I'm fine.

Not bad, but still a bit heavy.

Take away some of this.

- Your pay.
- Thanks. See you tomorrow.

Good-bye, Monsieur Couturier.

- Good-bye, all!
- Bye, beautiful!

We'll go out the back way.

Raoul's car is in the alley.

I'd never been inside before.

They're so quiet and focused.

- You don't mind posing?
- No. Why?

I'd feel so exposed,
afraid they'd find a fault.

Nonsense!

My body makes me happy,
not proud.

They're looking
at more than just me.

A shape, an idea.

It's as if I weren't there.
Like I was asleep.

And I get paid for it.

- Where are you going?
- For a walk.

Alone? That's not like you.

Come with me.

Raoul lent me his car.

- You know how to drive?
- I just learned.

Get in.

Fasten your seat belt
and chew some gum. It's safer!

Your laugh reminds me
of the old days, old hopes.

I wanted to be a dancer,
you a singer, Bob a pianist.

Only you've been successful.

If you call three singles successful.

I put one on in Le Dome earlier.

- No one listened!
- Le Dôme isn't a concert hall.

“Departure St.”

Street names
around the station are a bore.

“Departure St.,” “Arrival St.”

Stick out your arm.

Streets should have
living people's names.

Piaf St., Bardot Blvd.,
Aznavour Ave.

They could change the names
when they die.

You just want a square
named after you.

It's too late.

What's wrong?

- Pm ill.
- Have you seen a doctor?

- Yes. I think it's serious.
- How serious?

- Incurable or something.
- My God, how awful!

- You're so brave.
- On the contrary.

You never said a word.
How long have you known?

I'll know for sure this evening.

Maybe it's nothing.

It's serious, whatever it is.

I heard them talking at the hospital.

The patients there know a lot.

Why go to the hospital?

My specialist has his office there.

What is it?

My belly.

- I'd rather it be there.
- Why?

At least people can't see it there.

Be quiet!

What does José say?

He doesn't know.
I don't see much of him.

Don't you two talk in bed?

No, he seldom sleeps at my place.

He's very busy.

I thought he adored you.

He does.

Love's all you need
to confide in someone.

I thought you two were so close,
I didn't dare disturb you.

And Angéle?

She's worried,
but she doesn't believe it.

What a story!

I don't know what to say.

This is it here.

I won't be a minute.

Think of something else
while I'm gone.

Count the sailors' pompoms.

I wasn't too long?

- Six pompoms.
- Raoul wants his film.

- Let's see you floor it.
- "m not used to fourth yet.

I barely got my license.

I get around in taxis.

You're a spoiled child.

Earlier I saw a man piercing his arm.

It made me sick.

What a day. I feel out of it.

Give me a hand?

No need to carry it up.
We'll just stash it inside.

Here we go.

It doesn't hurt, right?

He can't hear a thing.

Watch the cord.

- My doll.
- Your baby doll.

Cléo, it's been ages.

You're just in time for the short.

- Sit down.
- Don't worry. We're not staying.

Cleo's ill.

I hope it's not serious.
Watch this.

A laugh's good
for whatever ails you.

Just for a moment then.
Cléo's not well.

I'm all right.

Bye, Anna!

Bye, Anna!

Too late!

“For My Baby Doll”.

Poor young man...

Handkerchief?

Ah! My glasses made everything
look so dark!

Damned sunglasses!

Oops, the lights!

It's intermission.

Your film's downstairs.

You two brought it? Bravo!

- Registration and keys.
- Keep the car.

No, driving at night is too hard.
Coming?

- Thanks for the show.
- Anytime.

See you tonight, sweetie.

An omen of death! How terrible!

Don't believe those things.

It's like breaking a plate.
It's nothing.

The fear starts again,
like a migraine.

Come on. I'm really late.

Tell me...

Let's get a cab.
I'll drop you off.

That would be great.

What happened?

Seems a man was Killed.

Nowhere is safe these days!

The bullet shattered the glass.

I got hit by a shard.

Come on. Let's go.

I feel dreadful.

Don't worry.

I'm sure the broken mirror
was for the dead man.

You said you didn't believe
those things.

But you do.

And other people's fears frighten me.

Why are you carrying that hat?

- To annoy Angéle.
- Why?

No special reason.

It's not even a summer hat.

All winter I wanted one like that.

- You can have it.
- No.

Actually, I do want it!

Thanks.

Do you know Montsouris Park?

Montsouris — the word
makes you grin, like “cheese.”

Lots of art studios around here.

Artists and students
from the university.

There's a waterfall.

We're almost there.

It's just past the light.
See those stairs?

I'll get out here.

Thanks, Cléo.

Keep me informed.

Slow down, please.

- Where to now?
- Straight ahead.

- And now?
- Keep going straight.

- Into the park.
- Is that allowed?

It's open, isn't it?

It must be a through road.

Anyway, it won't be the death penalty
if we get stopped.

- What's that?
- The observatory.

From The Arabian Nights?
Stop here.

How much is it?

Music!

My precious and capricious body.

The azure of my audacious eyes.

My alluring figure is the bait.

That will never deceive.

Everyone longs to taste.

The flavor of my lovely lips.

- You like the sound of water?
- Yes.

Quiet here, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

All the children are gone.

- Gone?
- Most days they're all over.

- And today?
- All at the other end.

They've gone to see
the work at the pond.

There's plenty
of rushing water to see here.

But new things are a lot more fun.

What's funny
is how you know all this.

I'm curious.

Then why don't you go?

I'm more lazy than curious.
I believe without seeing.

Anyway, I prefer being here.

It's cool. Aren't you cold?

- It's not very warm.
- "m all right.

It's the first day of summer.

For me, summer is
when I'm on vacation.

Today it's official.
It's Flora, it's you.

- What talk!
- I like to talk.

Would it interest you to know

that today is
the longest day of the year?

Certainly feels like the longest.

Today the sun
leaves Gemini for Cancer.

Enough! Be quiet!

Excuse me.

- Are you leaving?
- Yes.

I'm sorry I bored you
with my information.

Would you know the time?

I don't have a watch.
6:00 or a quarter past.

- You waiting for someone?
- No.

Me neither.

Men are always waiting
for women to go up and talk to.

I usually don't respond.
Today I forgot.

I was lost in thought,
and you looked so calm.

- I'm on leave.
- Dressed like that?

I'm half in uniform.
I go back tonight.

I had three weeks.
I've done nothing. It's too short.

I enjoy talking to you.

- Are you married?
- No.

Do I look like I'm out
looking for someone?

Not looking for someone.
Waiting for something.

- Test results.
- You're a student?

No, medical tests.

- And you're worried?
- Very.

What are you afraid of?

I think it's cancer.
I'll know this evening.

It could be something else.

A fortune-teller confirmed it.

- You believe in cards?
- I'm afraid of everything.

Birds, storms, elevators, needles,

and now this great fear of death.

Then you'd be scared
all the time in Algeria.

How awful!

What saddens me
is dying for nothing.

I'd rather die of love
for a woman.

Have you never been in love?

Lots of times,
but never as deeply as I wanted.

You know girls.
They just like to be loved.

They're afraid to really give themselves,
afraid of losing something.

They play it safe and love halfway.

Their bodies are playthings.
It's never for keeps.

So I stop halfway too.

Sorry for going on like this.

No, you're right.

Have you been in love?

Yes, but like you said:
Always afraid of being taken.

And for what?
I was saving myself for —.

Aren't we dramatizing a bit?

I'm really sad.

And all this...

We're both in the same boat.

Better now?

What a pretty ring!

A pearl and a frog.

You and me.

When will you know?

I'm phoning the doctor at the hospital.

Why not go there instead?

I'm afraid of hearing it in person.

- I'll come along. Where is it?
- Salpêtrière.

Great. You can see me off
at the station afterwards.

- We'll get a cab.
- The bus is more fun.

When my grandma visited Paris,

she insisted on seeing the offices
of her favorite magazine near here.

Thanks to that magazine,
she was up on everything.

There were no theaters
or bookstores out in the country,

but she could talk about books
and films like you and me.

Actually, I hate reading reviews.

I don't like knowing
the story beforehand.

It's like sending a birthday card
too early. It's bad luck.

- You're superstitious?
- Oh, yes.

But I can wish you a happy summer.
I's good luck on the right day.

Maybe.

It's Flora's day.

Almost.
My name is Florence.

But I'm called Cléo,
short for Cléopatra.

That evokes so much.

“Florence” conjures up Italy,
the Renaissance, Botticelli, a rose.

“Cléopatra” evokes Egypt,
the Sphinx,

the asp, a tigress.

I prefer Florence.
I prefer flora to fauna.

- What a talker!
- Am I boring you?

- No, I'm enjoying it.
- Just “Cléo” sounds funny.

Sounds like Cléo de Merode.
You know her?

A singer from around 1900.

More like a woman
of the demimonde,

one of those high-priced tarts
who tempted our grandpas.

- Your grandma again!
- It's true.

“Think of the future,”
she would write to me.

“Beware of loose women
when returning home at night.”

Funny, knowing this area.

I lived here as a student
for seven years.

It's my first time here.
I dropped off a friend nearby.

She poses nearby for a sculptor.

Unusual work,
but there's a demand.

I'm not the prudish type.

I am.

To me, nudity is indiscreet.

It's like the night... and illness.

- How can you say that?
- It's how I feel.

There's our bus.

Nudity is like summer:
It's for everyone.

What's that mean?

Being naked is simplicity itself.

Love, birth, water...

sun, beach, all that.

Look!

It's like Snow White's coffin.

They kept my second boy
for two months like that.

I'd go see him.
I could only look on and wait.

My mother was premature too...

I saw a baby being born once.

He looked happy, kicking his legs,
though it was cold and snowing.

Nudity moves me. Striptease
is moving too, besides being sexy.

Then you're often moved.

Not often. Nudity is rare.

- Well, we've exhausted that subject.
- What next?

You're making fun of me.
I'm getting off!

But you're taking me
to the hospital!

And you're taking me to the station.
Did you forget?

On the platform, handkerchief in hand,
too pretty for a mere grunt.

People will think
you're there for someone else...

but I'll have a picture as proof.

Time to pay.
Two beers, please.

I mean two fares.

I'll look at it during my trip.
Will you give me a picture?

- Sure you want one?
- Yes.

- Right now?
- Yes.

We'll forget later.

I'll be proud to have it.

Is this the only reason
you approached me?

Are you a photomaniac?

And you're a melomaniac.
You're crazy for melodrama!

And you're distrustful too.

If I ask for a simple picture,

freely admitting I'll boast about it,

you should be pleased.

Even grand emotions
are full of vanity,

and great minds, of foolishness.

What platitudes!
Just like at school.

I could never remember
any of those depressing insights.

Tickets, please.

You know Paris well?

I visit a different neighborhood
every day.

Place d'ltalie... Florence!

We're practically in your backyard.

You know these trees?

They're Paulownias.

There are some in Paris,
and lots in China and Japan.

It's a rare tree from Poland.

With you there's always
something to learn.

I dabble in everything.

You always have answers.

It's funny.
I always have questions.

Everything amazes me today.

People's faces next to mine...

You know our stop?

At the Saint-Marcel metro station.

This isn't the stop.

La Pitié!

This neighborhood's full of hospitals.
La Pitié is next door.

It's as if people
recovered better around here.

There's Broca, Cochin...

Baudelocque, Val-de-Grace...

and of course La Santé.

- Your good cheer is disarming.
- Now I'm disarmed.

I forget where it is.
I came by taxi before.

We should ask.

The lab, please.

- Who are you looking for?
- Dr. Valineau.

- He's not here.
- I saw him here before.

- Then try his department.
- Down on the right?

No, on the left.
I doubt he's still there.

Is Dr. Valineau still there?

- He's gone.
- He said he'd be here now.

On the first day of summer,
it's easy to confuse the hour.

Stop joking. I'm ill.

You're right.
That was insensitive. I'm sorry.

I'm going to find him.

They said he's gone.

He may have stepped out.
He said he'd be here.

It's maddening.
I've been waiting for two days.

I haven't seen them in three weeks.
They must know we're expecting them.

You'd think my daughter-in-law
would remember my birthday.

- Same here.
- She could have brought a bouquet.

It doesn't look like a hospital.

It's like an old chateau,
with gardens for giving parties.

Your hand, Florence.

A cedar of Lebanon.
Doesn't dusk make you want to travel?

- When's your train?
- About 8:00.

We have so little time.

It's silly looking for the doctor.

It's not that urgent.
I can call him later.

Yes, I'd like to see Lebanon
and the Paulownias.

Give me your address now,
or we'll forget.

Thanks, Florence. Thanks, Cléo.

It's a lovely garden.

It smells nice.

It's well kept.

Shall we stay a bit or go?

I'm a bit tired.

Shall we eat outdoors somewhere?

As you wish.

We have plenty of time.

I was wrong about Flora.

The goddess of summer was Ceres.

- And my namesake, then?
- The goddess of spring.

- Spring is over.
- No matter. This summer is Flora's.

Were you afraid to come to my office?

They told me you'd left,
that I couldn't go in.

I'm Florence's brother.
I'm leaving tonight.

- I had to see you. I'm worried.
- Don't worry too much.

We'll take good care of your sister.

Radiation can be taxing,
but two months should set things right.

You can write me if you like.

Come see me tomorrow at 11:00.
I'll outline the next steps.

Why?

I'm sorry I'm leaving.
I'd like to be with you.

You are.

I think my fear is gone.

I think "m happy.