Morphee!
Restless
Claire, what do you think? Just give me a minute...
If we split up, we'd stay friends, right?
Wait, Claire...
Can you pretend you know me?
- What? - May I kiss you?
If you want.
- It's for a bet? - Not at all.
I want them to leave me be.
I get it.
Want another?
Excuse me...
Are we old friends?
Are we close?
Were we a couple?
No, we're just friends.
All right.
I need to know, if ever they ask.
You don't like it?
I do.
They weren't happy you left.
No, because I left with you.
Come here often? I've never seen you before.
Yes, it was my first time.
- And you? - From time to time.
It's open after midnight.
I finish work late
and I like a drink before I go home.
What do you do?
You'll never guess.
I spy on people.
A private detective?
Yes, sort of.
Specialized in card tables and slot machines!
This is my bicycle.
I'll be going...
Leaving so soon? That's a pity.
Thanks for earlier.
You're welcome.
See you soon maybe.
Why not?
Tomorrow, if you want!
Take your shoes off and stop talking nonsense.
Morphee!
Have you seen Morphee?
No.
But I did yesterday.
Where did you see him?
He was in the garden.
Could you wash the crockery you use?
Turn that tap off.
Please, turn that tap off!
Just look at you...
What?
It's not surprising, with the life you lead.
Always back in the early hours, when you bother coming back...
May I ask what you do all night?
I sleep with boys if you must know!
Poor girl...
It's outrageous,
this talent you have for doing nothing.
When will you go back to school?
I forgot: swimming.
A job with prospects...
From now on, I want you home every evening
by eight o'clock.
You hear me?
You hear?
I want you home every evening by eight!
Morphee is dead. A car ran him down.
He's behind the shed. He needs to be buried.
Turn that off.
Turn it off, it's unbearable.
Claire!
Is Claire here?
Answer me when I call you! What happened?
My goggles suck. I can't help it.
You keep going all the same. I've never seen the like!
Forget the goggles and swim. A lane's a straight line!
You were winning!
It's freezing in here. You'll catch your death.
You're not cold?
Look, it's no big deal but we need to talk about it, ok?
Anything else?
No thanks.
Leaving?
No, looking for you.
You need me?
I wanted to see you.
Are you hurt?
It's nothing.
It's because of my dog.
You have a dog?
He got run down. He's dead.
Thought about me since yesterday?
Yes, non-stop.
Forgive me, I'm sorry.
Don't be.
On the contrary.
Morphee!
I'll leave it here for you.
Been smoking again?
Not at all.
Don't deny it. You reek of tobacco.
No need to hide like a child. With your health problems...
I've smoked all my life. Stopping now could mean my demise.
Your what?
Have dinner with me. My treat.
A carriage trotted along Hobble-de-day, hobble-de-do
A carriage trotted along Yellow with a white coachman
Behind the closed curtains Hobble-de-day, hobble-de-do
Behind the closed curtains Kissing could be heard
Then a woman cried, "Leon"
Then a woman cried, "Leon, your pince-nez is pinching me!"
Maurice...
What's wrong?
Even so, I've tried.
As a child,
when it was hot in summer, I'd go into churches
and wait for divine grace,
very seriously.
But nothing happened.
The chill of the marble was always welcoming
but God wasn't interested in me.
And that's probably why
what I compose is always so unremarkable.
I'm sure that one day
your compositions will be very successful.
Don't be so reassuring all the time. It's annoying.
Take your shoes off and stop talking nonsense.
Are you comfortable in them?
They're a wonderful gift. I'm a lot "hipper" now.
Claire?
Claire, is that you?
It's not my business but...
You should talk to her.
I think it's a bit late.
Mr. Arnoux!
Very clever!
You didn't see me.
I wasn't paying attention.
You're no fun. I didn't screw up once.
- Not so loud. - Stick-in-the-mud...
- Mr. Arnoux and Miss... - Stop it!
No, I was right here, in front of the screen.
I saw him when he came in.
He looked kind of original, but harmless enough.
Original means I call you.
All right...
If you want, I can come to see you.
Yes, I'll be right there.
Watch the screens. I'll go and get yelled at.
Wait here.
Your exercises!
I'm warming up.
Warm up by doing your exercises!
That's what they're for.
Raphael!
What is it?
When your arm enters the water, it's not extended enough.
Bend it sooner and stretch out
so your hand enters the water better.
Bend sooner and stretch
so your hand enters it like a knife.
Got that? Go on.
Want me to do it for you or what? Bend sooner and stretch.
Keep the rhythm.
Go on, get in.
Can I get to the finals?
That depends on you.
There's room for progress if you control and use your emotions.
Show me you want to do it. Commit yourself.
It'll pay off in the end.
Know what I like about you? You sulk when you lose.
Let's get back to it.
12 times 50 meters.
Keep it smooth and strong. Set off at 30.
Seen that one?
He looks odd.
He's up to something.
Him?
No, gambling doesn't interest him.
He comes because he's in love.
With that waitress.
How do you know?
It's a tragic story.
He's an Arabian prince.
He lives in a huge palace with hanging gardens above a river.
His father wants him to marry a noblewoman.
He has a year to find a woman he loves somewhere in the world.
If not, he has to do as his father says.
What does she think about it?
Her?
Nothing.
She doesn't know.
The prince is shy and doesn't dare tell her he loves her.
He freezes up in her presence.
The year is over.
Tonight's the big night.
Tomorrow, he leaves to submit to his father's will.
Unless he overcomes his fears...
Know that old man?
Yes, of course.
He's the prince's adviser, his loyal assistant.
His task is to approach the waitress.
He always sits there
and beckons her over.
There she is. He's going to try something.
See that?
A note!
It's from the prince.
He gave her money!
- It's bullshit. - What did I say?
Nothing. I'm tired. I'm going.
What's wrong?
I'm tired, that's all.
We can meet at my place.
I'll be there in an hour.
Hold on.
Ok, the coast is clear.
See you later?
When did you get back?
Late. I didn't wake you, I hope.
Listen, let me read you something.
Listen, ok.
"Going up that river was like travelling back to a time
"when vegetation ran riot and the big trees were kings. "
Hold on a second.
"On silvery sandbanks,
"hippos and alligators basked side by side.
"The broad waters flowed between wooded islands.
"You lost your way as in a desert and, all day long,
"in seeking a channel,
"you butted against shoals,
"till you thought yourself bewitched,
"cut off from everything you had known once,
"somewhere, far away, in another existence perhaps. "
It's not bad.
The sentences are too long though.
He travelled for 20 years before starting to write.
That's what I'd like to do.
It's romantic!
What's that look for?
I have something romantic to suggest.
What if we left this town?
What if we left to travel?
I can't.
Why not? There's nothing and no one to keep us here.
I don't want to.
That's a real pity.
You know, a dress really suits you.
I thought of you all night.
Sure.
Why didn't you join me instead of writing about hippos?
You keep sticking to me!
I didn't.
I kissed you.
Go on, eat.
It's for you.
Stop...
That's sick!
You're becoming a rarity.
I feel privileged.
I didn't find the envelope.
Listen,
either you go back to school and get home by eight
or you manage alone.
I won't pay for your romantic escapades.
You'd rather pay for the woman who strips?
I know you don't like me.
I've never been very present.
But when you arrived after your mother died, I wasn't well.
I was afraid I might hurt you. I thought...
I thought it was wiser not to see each other often.
You understand?
I've always managed on my own anyway.
Claire?
Sorry, did I scare you?
No, it's ok.
What time is it?
A quarter past twelve.
You slept on the couch again?
Why don't you sleep in Marie's room?
I'm fine here.
What do you want?
I've brought your laundry.
I don't like you turning up like this.
It's past midday. Don't you have a class?
No, I don't.
Get off my back, ok!
I feel like slapping her!
We have to find her a guy to keep her busy.
Got any ideas?
- What? - Raphael.
Are you nuts?
Not Raphael. He'd never want her.
Shit...
Louis, right?
I tried talking to her seriously but it was hopeless.
You're not serious.
I like my job for now.
I'm sick of seeing tiles
pass before my eyes. I want to be a real woman!
Is that Thomas?
Want to stop?
No, it's ok. Keep going.
We don't stop, okay?
Stop!
Make your mind up!
Tell him to come!
I was just coming to look for you.
I'm with Marie. I can't dump her.
Something to tell me?
Hurry it up!
He's still around?
So what's up?
I checked things out.
The guy who paid the waitress is Maurice Reverdy.
So?
He's your grandfather?
He's in shape for a dead guy.
For me, he died years ago.
What happened? Tell me.
Nothing. Nothing happened.
Is that all?
See you.
Why don't you trust me?
All you care about are your dumb, tragic tales!
Screw that.
Is he coming?
No, he can't.
Stop it!
Don't be so paranoid.
She's a fake. She pretends to be nice but she's a fake.
She puts on airs but her body, wow... I want to shag her.
You can have her. She's cold. No femininity.
Nothing.
- Nothing at all. - Like yesterday.
Are you ready?
I'm not coming.
- You wanted to go. - Not anymore.
Thomas!
Let her through. I know her.
She used the staff door. Plus she doesn't have any ID.
I know her, ok.
You want to get me fired?
What's going on?
Kiss me.
Stop it...
Stop!
You want me now, is that it?
No, don't leave me.
Claire!
That's enough for today. You can get out now.
Maurice Reverdy.
I commanded the unit that your husband fought in.
I wanted to tell you how his death saddens me.
It's so kind to have come.
I recognized you immediately.
Gilles had a photo
showing you all together, the whole unit, near Mont Aiguille.
You all looked so handsome!
We had some intense experiences around here.
He was never angry with you because of Suzanne.
He admired you a lot.
- Mrs. Monot, we're ready. - Just a second.
I'm glad to have met you.
Fourcade?
Lieutenant... It is you.
I wasn't sure. I didn't dare.
Fourcade...
Tell me about yourself.
How's your daughter?
She died a few years ago. We hardly saw each other anymore.
I didn't know.
How sad.
But I have a granddaughter.
Her name's Claire. She has no father and lives with me.
She has a strong personality. Her mother's spitting image.
Her youth delights me.
We're very close.
That's wonderful!
How old is she?
Eighteen.
A fine age.
Is she at high school?
She's sitting her exams.
Above all, she's a swimming champion.
Very gifted.
I have five grandchildren.
When they come here, I take them up to the plateau and tell them
how we lived up there, the fighting and all that.
They know you. I've told them all about you.
The poor things...
Last one. I have to close.
No, miss! You can't do this to us.
Sit down and have a drink.
I have to close.
Miss, come back!
What an ungrateful girl!
Fourcade...
You're not coming?
Carry on without me.
I'll wait here for you.
Am I disturbing you?
I called several times but there was no reply. I was worried.
May I come in?
We had an appointment last night.
- You never miss one... - What do you want?
Nothing.
Just checking up on you.
I don't need anyone, you know.
Tell me what's wrong.
You really are a selfish old man. I'm so worried about you.
You've come for your money, is that it?
Now get the hell out of here!
Don't touch me!
I despise your petty sentimentality!
Leave me alone.
Don't be too hard.
I'm all you have.
One, two, three...
Claire...
Claire, come here a second.
Well, Miss Reverdy, things seem a lot better.
I wanted to ask you...
Marie lacks training for the regional finals.
Your results impress me.
1.36 two weeks ago,
1.35 yesterday... Not bad at all.
But we never know what to expect.
So I'm wondering...
if I can take you.
What do you think?
Do you feel ready?
Help!
Come on! First one in!
I'll show you who's first in!
The boss of bosses!
Shit!
I love it.
It's no good. My arms show too much.
No, look...
Look...
Now your arms don't show.
I look terrible. I'm ugly.
You're not. I bet Thomas will love it.
Sure.
I don't see him much now.
I'll get another one.
Look, a red one.
Red, with a plunging neckline.
Think he'll come down?
Maybe he's not here.
Go up and see.
No way. If he wants to talk, he can come down.
Watch out!
What's going on then? It's a girls' night out.
You dressed as a girl for me?
In your dreams.
I love your war-paint.
He's just jealous.
- I'm looking for Thomas Arnoux. - He's left.
He resigned.
When?
I don't know exactly. About a week ago.
Can I help you?
Thomas!
You have time.
Swim calmly, ok.
Stay calm. Get right into it...
Well?
It couldn't be worse, yet you're in the final.
You looked like a seal drowning in a pond.
There's no power in my legs.
I'm useless.
Focus on your breathing, on exhaling properly...
As for the rest...
You think too much.
I know.
It won't be easy.
You know, when I was 23,
I ended up in the French finals.
It was my chance to prove something before the Olympic selection.
You get the picture?
I had the second-best time in the heats. It was a dead cert.
I kept asking myself questions,
wondering who'd get the best start...
Basically, I was freaking out.
I didn't do my own race but just followed the others.
I came apart in the last 50 meters.
So, later, when you get the jitters,
remember to use that physically, the way we saw in training.
You can beat them all but you have to do it on your own.
Just swim for yourself.
No magic force will come to your rescue.
And so first is Claire Reverdy,
followed by Justine Fortune two tenths of a second behind...
Thank you for calling.
I bet you're Claire Reverdy.
- Room 46. - Yes, that's me.
Your coach left with the team,
but told me where they'd be.
I can give you directions. It's easy.
Thanks, but I'll stay in.
He won't be pleased. He keeps calling.
He'll get over it.
Got any food here? I haven't eaten for three days.
Warm toast...
Croissants!
Here they come!
Hot croissants!
Do you find me pretty?
Yes. Very pretty.
I attract you then?
Wait...
Wait!
Something wrong?
I'm fine, but I don't know you.
Not very well, true. Is that a problem?
I've never cheated on my boyfriend before.
We can stop right now if you want.
No, that's not what I meant. Sorry.
Come here.
Claire...
I saw I had no place in your life.
I left before my love died away.
I've now found a world of scents, colours and sound.
You'd love these lands. They're like you.
Think of me sometimes as I'll always think of you.
With fender kisses.
Thomas.
Maurice.
He's on his back.
No idea. I don't know.
How soon will you be here?
You'll be here...
You'll be here when?
Still no news?
The doctor will be here soon.
Where's Mrs. Reverdy?
I'm here.
Doctor Faure.
There's no other family here?
No, I'm alone.
His spinal column is intact. Nothing is broken.
A miracle after such a fall.
I'd like to run some tests to check for after-effects.
He has a bullet in his back.
A bullet?
A lead bullet trapped in the muscle above his lungs.
- Is it serious? - No.
Not really, no. It's been there a long time.
He says it's a German patrol's bullet from the last war.
He doesn't want it touched.
The tough lads with me in the Maquis...
Leave me, I'm ok.
I'll be all right.
I have to learn to pilot this old carcass on my own again.
Thank you for your help.
The look on your face... You thought I was dead.
Not at all.
I'll close the window.
What did the doctor say?
Nothing.
Hold on...
I have something for you.
I gave it to your mother when she was your age.
It's from Isfahan,
the capital of the Persian Empire.
It's a bit damaged
but still has all its beauty.
Your great-grandmother, yes,
my mother,
used to wear it nearly every day.
Do what you want with it. It's yours.
It's pretty. Something for a real lady.
It suits you.
What's his name?
Thomas...
Have you heard from him?
Not a word. He's gone away.
You have to go away too.
There's not a lot to take from a man who's reaching the end.
You have to travel. I'm not throwing you out but...
You have to see big cities, live in big cities...
The sun...
the noise... That's what you need.
You mustn't make someone pine for you.
I doubt that.
I love it when you laugh.
You always laughed as a little girl.
It delighted your mother.
I need to rest.
Hold on...
You always insist on going around barefoot.
You're sure there isn't a bit of glass in it?
It could get infected.
At least it's not a German bullet.
The doctors told you about that?
They asked me so many questions.
So I told them a beautiful tale
about a chase...
beneath German infantry fire.
The looks on their faces...
I don't understand. Who was it who shot you?
No one. I did it myself.
I was aiming for the heart but the bullet went off its path
and lodged in my shoulder behind my lung.
Why did you do it?
In the Maquis, I had met
a woman, a very beautiful woman.
She was young, she was 20. Her name was Suzanne.
Very beautiful.
We loved each other for three months in secret.
Between sabotage and air raids.
Then her husband came.
He had been taken prisoner in the Somme.
He had escaped and asked me to hide him. I did.
You respected certain rules back then.
She came to see us twice a week.
She spent her time with him, not with me.
I was suffering, terribly.
I should have told her I loved her.
I didn't dare to.
And then, one day,
someone had to be chosen to pick up some forged papers.
I chose her.
No one else could do it.
It was close to D-Day and the Germans were on edge.
The militia arrested her.
She died under torture.
On the day of her twenty-first birthday.
She never talked.
I killed her. She died because of me.
I loved her and I killed her.