All language subtitles for femme

A MARRIED WOMAN

FRAGMENTS OF A FILM

SHOT IN 1964

IN BLACK

AND WHITE

I don't know.

You don't know if you love me?

Why do you talk all the time?

This is so nice.

What's that there?

It's from when I was a little girl.

One day at the seaside I fell.

In the end you can't
go very far with love.

What? I don't understand.

You kiss someone and caress them, but
in the end you stay on the outside.

Like a house you never go into.

But you can be at one
with someone you love.

Yes, but there are other
times when you get inside people...

...without thinking about
it, when it doesn't seem important.

I love you.

You should do like the women in
those Italian films. Have you seen them?

The women don't shave their armpits.

I prefer American movies, Hollywood.

- I find it prettier.
- Yes, but less exciting.

- You have nice eyebrows.
- Do you think so?

In Japan it's the most important thing.

Why won't you let me look at you?

I'd like to have a child with you.

I already have one.

- You said it was from a first marriage.
- Yes.

Was your husband married long?

No, his wife ditched
him after two months.

She ran off with a casino
manager from Djibouti.

Where have all the flowers gone?

Long time passing.

Long time ago.

When are we going to live
together? It's been three months.

I told you, not before my divorce.

These things take time.

- Do you promise you talked to him?
- Yes.

I love your teeth.

Take it off.

- No.
- Yes!

I'm cold.

Let me look at you.

- I love you.
- Me too.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

Oh yes.

Yes.

Oh yes.

There is general
mobilisation on French roads.

Twelve million French have left the
cities under the spell of the sea and sun.

200,000 policemen have
been deployed by the government...

...to supervise this massive exodus.

At 2.30 pm, 1,723
dead and 132 injured...

...is the provisional toll for
this first day of the holidays...

...already described as a red-letter
day by road traffic specialists.

Who's he?

- Is it Moli�re?
- Yes.

In 1694 Bossuet published his
Maxims and Reflections on Comedy.

"There is extensive proof that a
pleasing depiction of passions...

"...inevitably leads to sin by
flattering and exacerbating...

"...the design and
concupiscence that are its principle."

Moli�re answers that to prevent
sin, theatre purifies love.

Left alone with Miss Moli�re, who
couldn't hold back her tears...

...he gave her a long silent look.

His big blue eyes reflected
nothing but kindness...

...tinged with a kind
of mild reproach...

...the reproach of a young boy who
has been hurt and fails to understand why.

Yet the child was this girl
kneeling, who looked so innocent...

...and who could cause so much harm.

Alors princesse, how do you do?

- I have to get dressed.
- We have time, Charlotte.

We don't, and I don't
feel like it any more.

Is he coming back tonight?

No, but the maid is off. I have
to pick up the boy from school.

- So do you like the flat?
- I'm going to have a look.

Was it expensive?

1.3 million, but it's been done up.

I think it's expensive and
there's no outside space.

You can get onto the roof.

Which way? Through here?

There's a stairway at
the end of the corridor.

Charlotte, what are you doing? Are
you crazy, walking around like that?

- Don't you know Fant�mas?
- Come back now.

- I thought you liked seeing me naked.
- I never said that.

I already have a husband. I
don't need you to be like him.

Go and get dressed and
stop talking about him.

- It's not me, it's you.
- All right. I'm sorry.

And those two on the
mirror, who are they?

It's Dullin and Louis Jouvet.

[And from behind]
- is that love also?

No, that's vice. But it doesn't matter.

You never clean my
razor after you've used it!

Stop saying I'm sloppy!

I never said that.

Help me. I can't do it up.

It's not my fault if I have
to go. On Tuesday it was you.

Of course, I had a rehearsal.

Don't you believe that I
have to pick up the boy?

Yes, I believe you.

- Ouch! Careful!
- Wait!

There you go.

What's this?

A French invention...

...developed by Swiss specialists.

It's to straighten up the
upper half of the body.

The dynamometer is set in such a way...

...that the slightest
pressure caused by incorrect posture...

...triggers an alarm.

That's nice. Can I have it?

THE INTIMATE DESIRES
YOU DON'T DARE ADMIT!

I have more. A businessman
from Lyon that I know...

IN FRONT OF WOMEN

...and I meet quite a few
people at the theatre...

...asked me to advertise the
product from time to time.

Don't they make them any smaller?

They do, but this is the luxury model.

THE MISTRESS

Can I keep it?

Yes. It costs 7,000 francs.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

If it's designed to make you stand
up straight, it must develop your chest.

Well, yes.

Where did I put my stockings?

Kissing, caressing.

We remained silent.

It was summer.

Maybe he's forgotten.

Jealousy.

When is he coming back?

This dress is pretty.

I'll tell you what.

It's dangerous.

You don't listen to me.

Freedom, pleasure.

Without seeing anything.

Why ask this question?

I was afraid I'd be late.

Life in general.

What are you thinking about?

You know...

...you should talk to him again.

Maybe he doesn't believe you.

When is he coming back?

I want what you want. You know that.

Okay. Do it then.

Look, what's this? It's a
Volkswagen turning right.

Not before Saturday.

Or Friday if he comes back on Friday.

Which means another three days.

You've loved me for three
months, you can wait three days.

- You wear too much powder.
- I'll do as I please.

It's funny, women only live for
men, but do nothing for them.

We have to go now.

- Are you parked far away?
- In front of the tabac.

Parking's forbidden there. Aren't
you worried you'll get a ticket?

- I'll get it quashed.
- You won't be able to.

I will. There's always a
way to bribe the police.

In the middle of the corridor.

Hope.

The image of a young girl.

Who am I?

I've never really known for sure.

The verb "to follow".

Other reasons.

I used to be.

Not here.

One year ago.

Only once, wasn't it?

It was his fault.

Always.

Dream and reality.

Bitter satisfaction.

I'll come back tomorrow.

Friday or Saturday.

He was scared of me.

I know he loves me.

It's difficult.

I'm on holiday.

As the days go by.

YESTERDAY, TODAY [+ "HAND"] AND TOMORROW

We bumped into each other.

Happiness.

I don't know.

Are you ashamed to be seen with me?

No. Why, Robert?

Then sit up straight.

I'm comfortable like this.

And it's the ideal
position for the cinema-goer.

So what are you up to tonight?

Tonight?

Washing up and I have
to tidy the cupboards.

When Nicolas is in bed, I
don't know, I might watch TV.

We have a great set.

"The technique of aviation in the
service of television: T�l�-Avia."

I'll call you if you want.

No.

You always cry on the
phone. I don't want you to call.

Paris is in pain after the rain.

But is there as much pain as rain?

- Which way are you going?
- Through Place de la Nation.

That's perfect. Drop me
off at the Printemps store.

Printemps is at I'Op�ra.

They opened a Printemps
there. Didn't you know?

Their underwear
department sells lovely bras.

- I'll go with you if you want.
- You don't have to.

I'm free until 5 o'clock.

I said no.

Have you been married before?

Not very often. Why do
you always ask me that?

Just wondering.

When we're married, if I cheat on you...

...will you have me
followed by a private eye?

The fact that all the men you know
are vile doesn't mean I'm the same.

Lost illusions.

When I was in high school.

It doesn't matter.

See you tomorrow
afternoon at the cinema?

Say yes.

Yes!

Taxi!

FREE

Stop here, please.

- This isn't the
Champs-Elys�es. - That's okay.

- Here?
- Yes.

When I was a secretary,

I phoned him.

I don't know how to lie.

No, it's impossible.

Yes, tomorrow, near
the Madeleine church.

Sometimes at the movies.

I find it unpleasant.

I like doing this.

Let me kiss you.

Anyway...

Careful, Nicolas!

- Hiya, kid.
- Hi, honey.

Aren't you going to kiss me?

- What's up? Are you sulking?
- No, of course not.

We've been to
Berlin. We took a big detour.

- Mr Leenhardt, my wife.
- How do you do?

Is it your little boy?

You had to take a big detour?

I asked him to take me to
Auschwitz. I wanted to see the trial.

- You've heard of Auschwitz?
- Yes, thalidomide...

Not exactly. You know,
the story about the Jews.

Oh right: Hitler!

At the moment in Germany they're
talking about injustice.

I'll sum up the story for you. It's
a conversation between two Jews...

D�d�, can you check the right wing?

- It won't be too long?
- Tomorrow morning.

Why do you say that?

I asked a man on the
street, in Germany...

"What if tomorrow we killed all
the Jews and all the hairdressers?"

And he replied: "Why the hairdressers?"

Yeah, why the hairdressers?

- Do you have a car?
- I'll take a taxi.

- No, you must come with us.
- That's very kind.

- The weather cleared up over Paris.
- Did you miss me?

Yes, a lot.

Me too.

Is that true, Pierre?

You always ask silly questions.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

- Did you take your driving test?
- No.

I hope you've been behaving yourself.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

You could have written. I
never know where you are.

I never know where I'm going.

What did you do today?

I did the washing up with
Raymonde because it was piling up.

Then I tidied the cupboards.

What else did I do?

I called Jeannette at the newspaper.

Nicolas!

- Want a dollar?
- Yes.

Give me the keys.

- Will you have dinner with us tonight?
- I have to go to my hotel first.

Did you think about me?

Pierre, do you know what that is?

That? A Volkswagen making a right turn.

- You knew it?
- No, but I figured it out.

Come on, hurry up.

You shouldn't have invited him.

- Why? He's very intelligent.
- I didn't say he wasn't.

But you shouldn't have invited him.

You shouldn't have told Mrs
C�line to go to the cinema.

You should have found another maid.

You should have bought Le Figaro.

You should go instead.

Okay, I'll go.

What shall I get, leeks?

On the radio they said it
reduces cholesterol levels.

Fine, leeks it is.

New panties. They're an improvement.

They're the same.

The others looked like US army pants.

US army? Before it was the Russians.

Have you seen that actor
who was wooing you again?

Why are you asking? You know that
it's over and it wasn't serious.

I'm just asking.

Because I love you, Charlotte.

- Stop.
- What?

Not now.

Kiss me.

You should know, since you
had me followed by detectives.

That was once, three
months ago. You know that.

Even if I'd cheated on
you, you had no right.

It shows that you didn't trust me.

Yes, you're right.

Good night, Nicolas.

Good night. When I
grow up, you know what?

I'm gonna go to
Australia and America and England...

- Of course you are. Now
go to sleep. ...Scotland.

Good night, Nicolas.

Good night. Where are you going today?

We're having dinner here with the
gentleman, then we're going to bed.

Sleep well, okay?

- Good night.
- Good night.

"How to have a fashionable bust.

"You must measure your chest
size and compare your profile...

"...to the ideal bust.

"There is a golden ratio for the bust.

"Take the ideal breast, that
of the Venus de Milo.

"Her nipple is
situated on a horizontal line...

"...running 1 cm below
the middle of the arm.

"Stretch your measuring tape
from the armpit to the elbow.

"Subtract 1 cm and divide by two."

- Mrs C�line, go and get some leeks.
- Your wife said I could go to the movies.

I need you to buy some leeks.

"This is the ideal bust
size for your height.

"Measure the distance between
the base of your neck...

"...and the tip of your right breast."

From the base of the neck to
the tip of the right breast.

"It should be 20cm.

"Draw another imaginary
line from the base of your neck...

"...to the tip of your left breast."

Lmaginary line...

20cm.

"Measure the distance between
the tips of your breasts."

20 cm.

"These three measures should
draw an equilateral triangle."

Pierre, what does "equilateral" mean?

I don't know.

- Brown or green?
- The green one.

- I'll put it in your room.
- Okay.

Excuse us a second. My
wife is getting dressed.

Please make yourself
comfortable. I'll be right back.

I told you not to use my
Philips. You shaved your legs with it.

It wasn't me. Nicolas
was playing with it.

No, it wasn't me, it was Mummy!

It wasn't me, it was Mummy!

- See? You're lying.
- Why would I lie?

You do sometimes. I don't trust you.

You have no right to say that.

You know very well what
I'm talking about.

It seems that you haven't forgiven me.

You deserved that. I
was one slap behind.

Not at all, on the
contrary. Now we're even again.

Come here.

- I won't hurt you.
- He's waiting for us.

Where do you begin?

And where does the image
I have of you begin?

In other words, how to distinguish between
reality and what I want it to be?

You just need to know what my eyes hide.

What do they hide?

Every time you come back from a
trip you ask complicated questions.

But I love you and maybe
love is complicated.

I love you too, Pierre.

Often not the way you
believe but it's sincere.

Come on, we have to go.

I didn't imagine your
apartment like this.

You don't expect these
surroundings twenty minutes from Paris.

Some places haven't
been damaged by time.

Living away from the
capital's hustle is a dream.

As long as you can
follow nature's rhythm...

...forged over time.

For trees and plants, money
can never turn back time.

An apartment to escape to...

...which expresses the
desire to build on a human scale.

Did you notice that the buildings
are distributed around three parks...

...which gradually slope
down towards the Seine...

...in front of the
magnificent Marly woods.

It's suited to the human
condition, don't you think?

Every day you live
moments that seem exceptional.

Eight windows opening onto the lawn.

Taking a few steps in
your garden at night.

These are the real joys in life.

Everything here is quality.

Did you notice the elegant fa�ades...

...combining
stones, mosaic and mahogany?

I'll show you the bathroom.

There are mixer
taps with a thermostat...

...and a dressing table all
women love lingering at.

- One or two sugars?
- None.

Did you notice my new television set?

No. Ah, a T�l�-Avia!

The technique of aviation in
the service of television.

From Dusseldorf to
Reims, I used the autopilot.

- The new one?
- Yes.

What are you there
for if it's automatic?

Its memory is better than mine.

It's incredible, the first
thing you teach a machine is memory.

To record the past.

The past isn't fun, the
present is more important.

MEMORY

For me, memory is the
most important thing.

It's incredible, when
I was in Germany...

...I attended the Auschwitz
trial for a few days.

The accused who were there and
had killed thousands of people...

...didn't remember anything.

Some of them may have used
it as a defence strategy...

...but others really looked
like they'd completely forgotten.

Talking of memory, remember when I
went to Greece with Mr Rossellini?

Mr Rossellini told me a story.

He thought it was the
funniest story ever.

One day he was on the Champs-Elys�es...

...and he saw a procession of
concentration camp prisoners.

They were still
dressed in the same way...

...in their outfits from the
camp, the striped pyjamas.

But this was ten years later.

Of course they were not as
thin as they were in the camps...

...in Dachau or Mauthausen.

Of course they'd
eaten, they had made money.

They had a normal life,
like us. They were fatter.

So their clothes didn't fit them at all.

Mr Rossellini found it very
funny because those people...

It was a false memory...

...because they didn't
remember that they weren't the same.

For me, memory...

Whatever I do, I can't forget.

I remember everything.

I remember my first flight on a plane...

...as well as my holidays in
Brittany, the first time I met you. Remember?

I remember everything, even
the way you were dressed.

Of course, there are
things I'd rather forget, but...

THE PRESENT

We don't need memory and all that.

I prefer the present.

It's more... exciting.

I like music, things that get damaged.

- I like flowers...
- That reminds me.

Love...

You have to live your love of
course, and live in the present too.

Because if there's no present...

...it's not alive, it dies.

The most important thing for me...

...is to understand
what's happening to me.

In order to understand
what's happening to me...

...I try to see what it looks like.

Things I've known before or
that I've seen in others.

It's difficult in the present. That's
why I love the present, because...

...in the present, I have no
time to think, I can't think.

I beg your pardon?

No, I don't understand.

I don't understand the present.

It's beyond me.

Of course, what I
love, what I'm interested in...

...is this thing that eludes me and
that I can't control in the present.

That's why I love it.

I want to control it because I think.

I can't help it, I'm not an animal.

Sometimes I wish I was. Animals
are nice, they're natural.

Animals are always beautiful.

But we humans have to understand things.

Am I happy?

No, I'm not happy, because...

To tell the truth it's
because I'm not alive in the present.

I'm clear with myself, but...

Nothing that happens to me surprises me.

I'm ashamed of a lot of things
I've done, precisely because...

...when they happened, I didn't know...

...how to prepare
myself and I didn't know...

No, the shame came later...

...because I hadn't been able
to acknowledge that it was wrong.

But during, no. In the present,
no. That's why I love it.

Because in the present,
I can't... It eludes me.

I don't know what is happening.

The present stops you going insane.

INTELLIGENCE

It's strange how some words...

...that carry no significance
for you when you hear them...

...can over time take
on an almost central meaning.

I'm thinking of a sentence
a friend said 25 years ago...

...in 1940 in the
middle of the rout in Vichy.

He was a man of great courage...

...a witty man, one of the
first to join the Resistance.

But before committing himself, he
wanted to go to Vichy to get an idea.

He said, "Before being
a man of assertions...

"...I want to be a
man of comprehension."

This friend who went by the
beautiful name of Emmanuel...

...wasn't like me at all.

His quip has become a sort of
motto that I quote as a joke...

...but it is for me the most
serious definition of intelligence.

Intelligence is to
comprehend before asserting.

It means one seeks to
go beyond an idea...

...to find its limit, its opposite...

...and
consequently to understand others.

To seek out a path between the for
and against, oneself and others.

I know, not everybody finds this
morality of the intellect sympathetic...

...especially nowadays.

People like bold colours...

...and find it dull and grey to look
for the nuances between black and white.

Yet I think that it's the fanatics, the
dogmatics, who are the boring ones.

You know what they're going to say.

Whereas people who are
not so much sceptical...

...as they are fond of
paradoxes are entertaining.

The essence of paradox is to look for the
opposite in the face of the obvious.

Today we also need the
word "compromise".

Compromise is the most beautiful and
courageous of intellectual acts.

It's become a pejorative
word, meaning "lack of principles".

But in spite of
everything, I'll go on thinking...

...that one has to seek
out a proper synthesis.

I still say that the world
isn't as simple as all that...

...nor totally absurd.

It's precisely the role of
intelligence to find out...

...to what degree one can
find reason in this absurdity.

Do you know that, although
your hair is light brown...

...you remind me of "The Pretty
Redhead" in a poem by Apollinaire.

"O Sun, it is the
time of blazing reason..."

This blazing reason long
awaited by the poet...

...has the charming
appearance of an adorable redhead.

The expression on women's faces
of their intellectual awareness...

...gives them another kind of beauty.

It's as if a woman's
beauty is paramount.

This is probably why in the French language,
all great ideas are feminine.

There are these great statues called

"La Vertu", "La
R�publique", "La France".

I realise that it is incongruous to
make this philosophical speech tonight...

...but please believe firstly
that I am sincere...

...and secondly that it is
not because I'm getting older...

...that I'm making this
declaration of intellectual caution.

When I was 20, I was
even more open to others.

Now, in my 60s, I sometimes
want to give my intellect a break.

Humanism becomes a burden and
you feel like being foolish.

I don't know if I'll manage it...

...but I think that one has to
love wise young men and old fools.

CHILDHOOD

To get things done: 1) You take it home.

2) You figure it out.

3) You warn everyone.

4) You do it.

5) You buy paint.

6) You check everything over.

7) You paint it.

8) You check everything over again.

9) You work on it some more.

10) You make it work.

What are these records?

A guy from West Berlin gave them to
me for one of his NATO friends here.

- I'd like to listen to this one.
- No, they're not ours.

- Charlotte, no!
- It won't damage them.

Listen.

I'm thirsty.

- I'll put another one on.
- No, that's enough.

Yes!

I told you, they're not ours.

- Put those records down or I'll rape you.
- You're mad!

- No, you're very beautiful.
- You're insane!

You'll have to chase me for it.

- What's wrong with you?
- I told you, they're not ours!

- And what is this one?
- I don't know.

It's music from the past.

- Can I put it on?
- Yes, if you're good.

Yes.

I love you.

You know I hate that.

Did you miss me?

I'm sorry.

In the dark.

["PRICK" +]... CONCERNS US

Why?

Slowly.

It's too complicated.

I'm scared.

My love.

I'm sad.

The water was cold.

I close my eyes.

Because.

Yes, I remember.

Always like this.

He looked me in the eyes.

Besides it's your fault.

There's one small detail.

I bought a new dress.

He doesn't say anything.

One week later.

When we're dead.

With weariness, my legs and my thighs.

It doesn't matter.

Always a drama.

Don't be like that.

I loved you.

Weakness.

Truth.

I want to know.

I'll explain it to you.

He left quickly.

On the contrary.

Here.

I promise.

Once again.

Like before.

To regret.

That night.

Nothing had changed.

Love.

An infinite sadness.

Love is like a day.

It goes, love goes.

It's like a day.

An infinite tenderness.

Love is like a day.

It comes back, love comes back.

It's like a day.

Shall we go on holiday this year?

It depends. I don't know yet.

Did I tell you that last Tuesday
I saw the guy you met at Club Med?

- The Canadian?
- Yes.

He's a prick.

He was wooing you.

You know, when I met you, you
were the second, but not the first.

You don't seem happy.

I'm fine.

Men always accept for themselves
what they don't accept from women.

There was no need to rape
me, or to slap me around.

It's hardly the way to get
people to be nice to you.

Forgive me.

You always ask for
forgiveness but you never really forgive.

This time, yes.

You go so fast in your plane. It's
not like that with feelings.

- All right.
- Don't overdo it.

All right.

If I asked you what your
flaws are, what would you say?

Why not my qualities?

No, it's your flaws I'm interested in.

Pride, impatience.

My love for you.

For me it's laziness, lying.

No, not really laziness.

And I have no willpower.

Take your nightgown off.

No, I'll be cold.

You said you'd be nice to me.

Don't you like it any
more when I look at you?

What does "look at" really mean?

To look at... I don't know.

It means taking in with your eyes.

It must be precious then.

Yes.

You're sad all of a sudden.

Yes.

Because of me?

No.

Because of people.

How?

I don't know, all the people.

All the people in the street.

I'd like to know... I'd
like to know them all.

That one there, that one, that one.

Maybe that one is going to die tomorrow.

He's waiting for a phone
call before committing suicide.

And nobody calls.

So he kills himself.

We are guilty.

I'll always be here.

In which film was there a
sailor and a little girl?

He took her in his
arms and spun her round.

It was very very slow.

Yes, slow motion.

I don't know.

It was very beautiful.

How do you do that?

I don't know; cinema is a mystery.

When are we going to have a child?

You already have one.

Yes, but I'd like one with you.

Have you been thinking
about it for a long time?

Since I've known you.

I'm happy... I'm happy...

To be...

Hello.

I forbade you to call me at home.

In Marseilles? What are you
going to do in Marseilles?

B�r�nice?

There's no cinema in Orly.

Okay, 4.30, 5 o'clock
at the cinema at Orly.

Seat number 12, okay.

A kiss from me too.

Hello, Dr
Desotteux? Mrs Giraud speaking.

Could I come and see you at
3.30 instead of 3 o'clock?

I'm working today. I don't
think I'll be finished at three.

Okay, thanks.

Do you have the results?

Thanks, doctor. See you later.

...or not to be.

It's for you!

Say that I've gone out.

. It's your husband.

What does he want?

He's waking you up as promised and
asks if you're coming for lunch.

But he says it won't be easy because
he only has half an hour.

Tell him I'll pick him up
tonight and send him my love.

What does "equilateral" mean?

I told you not to touch
my magazines and my things.

I told you to call me Mme
Fr�gier and not by my first name.

I'm a human being too.

Yesterday I missed my film. I'm
going to start complaining.

All right, I'm sorry.

I've got a lot to
do. You're delaying me.

If Mrs Leroy calls, tell her I'll
go straight to the swimming pool.

So what does "equilateral" mean?

Why?

Are you interested?

Yes, I'm interested.

But you have a beautiful bust!

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- What is it?
- Wait, I'll show you.

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your age or breast shape.

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the size of your breasts.

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surprise for your husband!"

THE WALTZ

So was your husband pleased?

It's terrible.

Guys want it all night, all night long.

They holler like you wouldn't believe.

Ungrateful pigs!

So under him I go and
he's right up against me.

The bugger is well plump.

I'm in the favourite position.

He throws me roughly onto the bed.

I feel my bones shake.

I try to break free, writhing
and wrenching.

I'm crawling around in my own debris.

My boobs are all messed up.

And he can't find his
usual breathing holes.

I collapse under his wild kisses.

The foreplay, the jerks.

I thrust in his throat...

...as much tongue as I can
find to stop him from squeaking.

I seal him up, just in case.

I give it my best, I strive.

I go all out.

But I'm overwhelmed.

He braces himself for a passionate ride.

His hands are swollen from
clutching at my buttocks.

I want to pin him
down, keep him from moving.

And it's done!

Bloody hell!

I'm petrified with love.

At one with beauty.

Harmony!

The only true joy in the world...

...the one deliverance...
the one reality!

Harmony.

DEATH ON CREDIT

Finding harmony.

SEA

Like in the movies.

The sky is blue.

SOUL

Banishing the past.

Putting on lipstick.

What are you thinking about?

I hesitate.

The next morning.

He didn't know.

In the clouds.

Getting undressed.

I wouldn't go if I were you.

The next night.

Tuesday afternoon.

Very quickly.

For several days.

In January '64.

And it amuses me.

It's tense.

Freed from that hope.

Nothing had changed.

One last time.

The new apartment.

The phone rings.

The weather is gorgeous.

Not him nor anybody.

What for?

We'll go wherever you want.

It wasn't raining anymore.

We couldn't hear anything.

You have to choose.

At first I didn't say anything.

What's the matter?

Tenderness, obviously.

All the possible evil.

Face drenched with tears.

Stroke my hair.

I stayed silent.

Looking around.

- You're not well?
- No.

- Is there any more?
- No, it's over.

Hurry up!

- Shall I drop you off?
- Where are you going?

- To Uniphoto.
- Drop me at the Trocadero.

- I have lots of phone calls to make.
- Never mind, I won't wait.

See you tomorrow at 11 o'clock.

Be very careful around Leos.

The Sun, Uranus and Saturn will
help you clarify important plans.

Watch out for the jealousy of
someone who feels offended or betrayed.

Adopt a passive attitude. The
situation is complex and uncertain.

You have to overcome your
anxiety or your dissatisfaction.

Fight against
despondency and depression.

Can I borrow it?

Thanks.

- Have you seen this girl's monokini?
- What's that?

Those swimsuits you wear without
a top. You can see the breasts.

- She must be hot to wear that.
- I think they're nice.

- Would you wear one?
- Never.

Why not, if they're in style? They
make dresses like that now too.

Yes, and they put
flowers on belly buttons.

- Without a top?
- Yes, I saw it in Elle.

Now, instead of wearing a bra, you
put a scarf around your neck...

...as if it was a swimsuit
top. It's nice, isn't it?

No!

I'm sure in a few years time,
everybody will be wearing them.

They're indecent.

- When are you going on holiday?
- At the end of the month.

- Where to?
- The Balearic Islands.

Who with?

My parents can't come this year so
they're letting me go with Patrick.

- With Patrick?
- Yes, we're driving.

He passed his
baccalaureate so he's getting a car.

I'm going away with my parents.

Parents are fine but you
can't go out at night.

I'll be free to go out every night.

I'll be out during the
day until 10 o'clock.

But it's after 10 o'clock that
you can really have fun.

Yes, but to have to put up with
a boy all day and all night...

There's a party tonight. Would
you like to come with me?

I can't. I have to see a friend.

- Are you going to the movies?
- No, to his house.

Are you taking your exams next year?

- Which school are you going to?
- Pontoise.

Here's what every woman...

...needs to know

She knows

She doesn't know...

- I don't know what he's going to do.
- I didn't know either.

- How can you know the first time?
- What will he do?

First he'll kiss you, then
you'll both lie on the bed.

I'm sleeping with a boy

He'll start fondling you.

I don't know what to do

Do you have to turn the light off?

He'll turn it off himself
when he starts kissing you.

He'll kiss you

You'll be in the dark.

He'll caress you

Do you get undressed first?

No, he'll caress you and kiss
you. Then he'll take off your blouse.

Turn off the light

Are you scared of being
naked in front of him?

He'll want me to undress

There's nothing to be scared of. It'll
be dark and he'll be naked too.

He'll be completely naked

I'm scared of seeing him naked.

You won't see him in the
dark, you'll feel him.

I'll be completely naked

But it's embarrassing.

There'll be an
atmosphere. You won't think about it.

In the dark

I don't know what'll
happen so I'm scared.

No time

He'll start kissing you and
then he'll do everything himself.

You have no reason to be afraid.

No longer thinking

But I don't know anything at all.

Atmosphere

I didn't know anything either.

You're saying you turn off
the light and it just happens.

Still afraid

And we'll both be naked?

He'll see my chest

Yes, and you'll cuddle and kiss.

But...

I went to the cinema on my own.

The newsreel had just started.

Arm in arm with my
best friend, he arrived.

TO PLEASE...

They both went past without seeing me.

TO PLEASE...

And they sat just in front of me.

TRUE BEAUTY

I thought I'd die when they kissed.

And in the middle of
the cartoon, I cried.

SCANDAL

When the film is sad.

It makes me cry.

When the film is sad.

I KNOW, BUT TONIGHT I REALLY
WANT TO BELIEVE IN ILLUSIONS,

AND FORGET EVERY DETAIL
OF THIS SINISTER AFFAIR.

It makes me cry.

ANOTHER? NEVER... I LIKE IT TOO MUCH

I quickly went home.

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Seeing me cry, my
parents asked questions.

DON'T BE JEALOUS...

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I had to lie to them.

WEAR THE "ELOQUENCE"
BRA, A "JEUNESSE" CREATION

And tell them that when the film is sad.

It makes me cry.

"STAR": THE HAUTE COUTURE BRA

When the film is sad.

It makes me cry.

When the film is sad.

LOVE THAT...

It makes me cry.

"To have a thin, balanced body, it
helps to recondition your muscles..."

When the film is sad.

It makes me cry.

"HOW FAR CAN A WOMAN GO IN LOVE"

WHERE

- The doctor will be right with you.
- Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello, Doctor. Well?

Your fears have been confirmed. The
results from the lab are positive.

You're about three months pregnant.

You'll probably give birth in May.

This happy event doesn't
seem to thrill you.

I'm worried, Doctor.

I'm afraid.

Will I have a painless childbirth?

That's just an expression.

PLEASURE AND SCIENCE

It should be considered
only as a method whose main aim...

...is to prepare the
patient psychologically...

...for the birth, this
momentous occasion...

...which is often publicly rumoured...

...to be the greatest agony.

There's a question I've
always wanted to ask.

What do you think of contraception?

That is a very important question...

...which is looked into
thoroughly nowadays.

It is an undeniable fact
that in this day and age...

...when we are about to
send rockets to the moon...

...we conceive pretty
much as we did in the Stone Age.

It's often in
unnatural and bad conditions...

...that conception occurs.

For animals and plants,
the evolution of science...

...has led to a whole new approach
where the best animals are selected...

...and plants are put
in optimum conditions...

...in order to obtain the best results.

For the human race the opposite is true.

Sooner or later...

...we're going to have to
control conception one way or another.

I have a problem. I'm
torn between two men.

Now I'm pregnant and I
don't know who the father is.

Do you think that
physical pleasure is proof?

I'm having some
difficulty agreeing with that.

Indeed, in certain specific cases...

...we have to perform a certain
number of interventions...

...including artificial insemination.

In this case, the patient...

...is not subject to the physical
pleasure you are referring to...

...since she has only
undergone an intervention.

But...

Are pleasure and love the same thing?

Pleasure and love are
two different things.

Pleasure...

Is physical pleasure wrong?

Physical pleasure isn't wrong...

...since it should usually lead
to the desired conception.

I'm scared.

DREAMS

WHAT WILL BE

Taxi!

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

ANGEL

PASSAGE I UNWISE ["pas sage"]

HERE

One ticket, please.

Thank you.

Even a quiet landscape...

...even a meadow with the flight of
ravens, harvests and grass fires...

...even a road where cars, farmers
and couples circulate...

...even a holiday village with
a funfair and a bell tower...

...can become a concentration camp.

Stutthof, Oranienburg, Auschwitz...

...Neuengamme,
Belsen, Ravensbruck, Dachau...

A room with a bathroom, please.

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

Find a solution.

Men are all the same.

Strikingly blue eyes.

Save appearances.

Modern life.

Forget everything.

I love you.

"Madame, if you love your husband..."

Why do we do things?

Sometimes not to prove we're
right, but to prove we're wrong.

- How long is the flight to Marseilles?
- One hour.

- Did you take out insurance?
- Not for one hour.

There's time to have an
accident and die in one hour.

It would be okay to die on a
plane. You're not alone and it's quick.

- What play are you in in Marseilles?
- A play by Racine.

- It's true, it is a modern death.
- Yes.

When I'm divorced, will you marry me?

Of course.

And if I have a child, will you
adopt it even if it isn't yours?

Yes, but it will be mine.

Why are you asking me that? We've
discussed it many times.

- Your voice sounds strange.
- What, now?

No, all the time.

It's the voice of a normal
man in the days of speed.

It's the voice of a coward!

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, I'm being stupid.

It's because I love you.

- Are you getting undressed?
- Yes, aren't you?

[Just my pants]
- my flight leaves in half an hour.

- What did you do last night?
- Nothing.

I watched TV.

- Did you bring money for the device?
- Yes.

Here it is.

I've just realised this is
the first time we've parted.

It's true. It's the
first time we've split up.

- It had to happen.
- Don't be sad.

Remember the Bois de Boulogne?

You said you always
stood up to adversity...

...like that girl, what's her name?

You know, in that American novel?

- Scarlett O'Hara?
- Yes.

I will be terribly
sad. Five days without you.

What about you?

Me too, because I love you.

Anyway, I'll soon find out.

THEATRE AND LOVE

And you, Robert... I've often
wondered who you really are.

Big question. I don't know
who I really am. I'm...

I'm a guy like any other.

A normal guy. I have my
flaws like other men...

- You said you were an actor.
- Yes. Why?

What is an actor?

An actor is someone who
gets on stage and acts.

Someone who tries to play a part...

...who tries to
define, to create a character...

...and to go beyond
himself, his feelings, his ideas.

That's what it is, isn't it?

And are you defending a
position at the moment?

At the moment, yes, I'm
trying to defend a position.

I'm trying to defend my position.

My position as an actor and...

...my position as a man in general.

And it's not easy.

It's not easy.

How do you know the
difference between life and acting?

As far as I'm concerned,
I don't act in real life.

I don't feel that I'm playing a part.

You see, some guys act all the time.

They pretend, they show off.

I don't think I do but I may be wrong.

And in the theatre do you have
the feeling that you exist?

Or are you just a machine?

It's very difficult to
answer that question.

I think it's a bit of both.

Yes, we are undeniably
machines. I'm a machine and...

If it's both, then it's like life.

There's no difference between
life and theatre.

Of course there's a difference. You
ask me a question and I answer.

- I say what goes through my mind.
- Then that's theatre.

No, it's not theatre.

In the theatre, it's
different. There's a script.

You're defending
words that aren't yours...

Whereas right now, you're asking
me questions, I'm trying to answer...

...but the script is
mine, the thoughts are my own.

It's not the same in the
theatre. It's different.

You may say that I'm
acting at the moment because...

When you make love to me, for
example, is it theatre for you?

Not at all. Absolutely not. It
has nothing to do with theatre.

Then it's not fun for you.

- Why?
- Since you love theatre.

I can love both acting and making
love. They're not mutually exclusive.

They have nothing to do with one another.
They're two separate things.

- What would you choose if you had to?
- Making love.

Making love.

It's strange, I always
fear that you're acting.

No. For example, I assure you...

You know I love you and when I
say so, I'm completely sincere.

How do I know that you are
sincere and that you're not acting?

I've given you proof of my
love. There are concrete things.

Things that exist between us. Really.

And all that is beyond acting.

What is love for you?

Love is what I feel for you.

Think it through before you answer.

Love...

- I assure you that...
- Think of what it really is for you.

Really, love...

What I feel for you...

Everything I feel for you inside
me is love. It's true love.

Don't talk about
me, talk about yourself.

But to talk about love is to talk
about the relationship between two people.

So love is yourself in
relation to somebody else.

In relation to... I don't know.

If I asked what your qualities
are, what would you say?

My qualities? Why not my flaws?

No, it's your qualities
I'm interested in.

Intelligence.

Mistrust.

- Mistrust is a quality?
- Yes.

- And that's it?
- Sincerity.

- And not the fact that you love me?
- Yes, that also.

And you, what would you say?

Me?

Not having any second thoughts.

Pierre called me from
Dusseldorf. He's coming back tonight.

Will you have sex with him?

If he asks.

Maybe.

What do you mean, "maybe"?

Could you kiss two girls
at once and caress them?

I would have to make a choice too.

"Ah, lady, do not
crush a wretched prince.

"We mustn't here let
ourselves both be carried away."

Read the other part.

"And it's this I
flee. I shun, but too late...

"...these cruel
discussions in which I have no part."

Your turn.

"I myself wanted to
hear you in this place.

"I'll listen to nothing
more, and for ever: Farewell..."

"What, after all, shall I say?

"I flee your vacant eyes
which, seeing me always, see me never.

"Farewell. I go, my heart too
full of your image, to await,

"For my part, while loving you, death.

"Above all...

"...fear not that a
distress sightless...

"...fills the universe with the
resound of my misfortune, Madame:

"The sole sound of a death...

"...that I beg will remember
you again I was still alive."

"For ever! Ah, Milord! Do
you think to yourself...

"...how dreadful this cruel
word is when one loves?

"In a month, in a year, how
we will suffer, Milord...

"...when so many
seas separate me from you?

"When the day begins again and
the day draws to a close...

"...when Titus will
never be able to see B�r�nice, -

Are you crying?

Not at all.

Why do you say that?

You have tears in your eyes.

Yes, I'm crying.

It's over, I have to go.

Yes, it's over.