For Ever Mozart Page #2

It's born within me,

but... without "me".

What are you up to?

Nothing, Uncle.

Is everything okay?

We're not tourists, Dad.

I'm asking because people are

unhappier than we think.

And after all,

there's no such thing

as grown-ups.

What are you thinking?

I was wondering why I'm here...

and what it means to be here.

Do you regret having come?

No.

Why do we ask such questions?

Why do we ask

whether we exist or not?

I'm alive and I'm here.

Why is it dark at night?

Maybe the universe was once

young like you.

And the sky was all ablaze.

As the world grew older,

it grew farther away.

When I look at the sky

through the stars,

I only see what has disappeared.

Tomorrow, Sheherazade.

I brought you a book.

A law of what?

There's a law of compensation.

Like with banks?

Balance, if you prefer.

Come on... for France.

Still no news?

A postcard.

It's three weeks old.

Justice always prevails.

If you have a wife

and children,

you can't write Hamlet.

I thought Shakespeare was married.

You've never read him! I have.

He missed out

on some good stuff.

Defeat of intelligence.

What now?

I'm giving up. I'm tired.

Is Sarajevo far?

Just think...

That's all I do.

"I am but a living stage on which

various actors do various plays. "

Fernando Pessoa.

Yes. Remember his outline for Faust?

Act 1:

War of intelligence against itself.

Act 2:

War of intelligence.

It's the Minister of War.

Of Defense, Sarah.

How's your book?

It's coming along,

Mr Minister of Defense...

but not of the State!

Of the Republic!

Act 4:

War of intelligence against action.

Act 5:

Defeat of intelligence.

I see.

Very few people can see.

I hear, then!

Let's go.

Just another 300 kilometers.

One more cigarette.

Sh*t, he left!

Vichy wasn't the Republic.

But was the Revolution?

And its soldiers?

It helps to use the right words.

Harry, books are crimes.

"And as long as there are hacks

"who scribble away,

"there will be scoundrels

"out to kill. "

Victor Hugo.

Your children

are in Yugoslavia, right?

Her son and his cousin.

- What for?

- To put on Musset in Sarajevo.

With 17 empty theaters in Paris!

Are the poor kids having fun?

What do they hope to find?

A taste of freedom

we're lacking here.

"Freedom? What for?"

You understand,

this is France here.

There, it's America.

She's scared.

Remember those pilots.

We know they were tortured.

Tell her France will help

if necessary.

I see a house!

What is she saying?

I can't hear!

She said:

"The poor will save the world. "

Like us... poor asses.

They'll do it despite themselves.

Just try. Fight.

I saw a house. We're safe.

They'll do it despite themselves.

They'll ask for nothing

in exchange.

They don't know the price

of services rendered.

They'll accomplish

this immense task.

Across the street,

the Vietnamese

made Kissinger yield.

The peace talks.

Nation against State.

You know what de Gaulle said

of the French?

"They live in France.

France lives in me. "

You owe me a favor.

I'll do what I can.

At this table, 40 years ago,

Rosselini finished "Pulcinella".

France won't help.

You say you love me.

And you never lie?

Never.

Yet this maiden has told me

that you do.

What will you say to her,

Perdican,

when she holds

your words against you?

What did I do to make you cry?

I understand Alfred de Musset.

But all her talk

about philosophy...

What's that?

Almost nothing

or...

something I don't know.

Something between the two.

Who is it?

What do you think?

What are we responsible for?

For what we do and for what we

let happen when we can prevent it.

One's active

and the other's passive.

Yes, of unequal importance.

Letting children starve to death,

as we've done

in Africa and elsewhere,

is nothing to be proud about.

But killing one child is

something else, something worse.

In the first case,

you're responsible by default.

In the second,

you're responsible by excess.

An excess of violence, of hatred.

Isn't an excess of evil worse

than an absence of good?

Okay, once again:

One is never totally innocent

of what one can prevent,

but one is totally guilty

only of what one does.

Is he still in love with you?

That's his problem.

I hope he isn't.

It's up to you.

"Philosophy is almost nothing,"

he told me.

"Or...

something I don't know. "

I see.

You need to have faith.

Like in Islam,

or with your Christ.

No, that's not philosophy at all.

Let's get going.

I'm with the Red Cross.

Meet my secretary.

They speak every language here.

The International Brigade?

No, international brigands.

Where did we leave off?

Let's discuss the prisoners.

There are no more prisoners.

Their cigarettes are here.

The hostages, if you prefer.

France wants to know, Miss.

You know my name?

We saw you on CNN last week.

That's nice.

I'm bored. What can I do?

Go shoot your load.

How about the bank?

The hostages, please.

We need to interrogate them.

Laws are laws,

even in wartime, Commandant.

He's a General!

What's the writing on the wall?

It's Cyrillic.

What does it mean?

Sarajevo, whore of the Occident.

Can we see them?

Overseas Geneva Bank Ltd.

It's time to work.

Poor Rosette.

I'll be right back.

- I lose.

- Stand there.

Yes, sir.

Honor to Kasparov.

Lower your eyes.

Why are you laughing?

What did you say?

I said you look like Danton.

I told you so.

History professor?

No, philosophy.

Same thing.

Have you read Michelet?

Yes, sir.

Do you remember his description

of the Committee of Public Safety?

I don't remember that.

They were third-rate writers

and failed actors.

No one had slept for 3 weeks.

Everyone was crying.

Danton wasn't part of the Committee.

Articulate!

Danton wasn't in it.

He was Minister of Justice.

Turn around.

Bend over.

Lift up your shirts.

You too, Miss.

Oh, what we take up the ass!

Your grandfather?

He's your brother?

They're your sisters?

How about them?

What will it be?

Philosophy will be our girlfriend.

Forever.

Day and night.

Even if she loses her name.

Even in her absence.

A clandestine friend.

We respect what prevents us

from getting close to her...

As we sense

that we're not awake...

And that which is wakeful in us,

even in our sleep,

is due to her difficult friendship.

Farewell, Perdican.

I said to wear a skirt!

Yes, Dad.

Cinema replaces our gaze

with a world

in harmony with our desires.

Water! Only water!

No, it's no good.

Since I'm in the movies,

all I do is wait!

I'm half an f-stop off.

He's the new runner, sir.

I'm asking what this is!

The location, sir.

What are you eyeing, a**hole?

Nothing, ma'am.

A pack of Marlboros.

Yes, ma'am.

Stay here!

I'm studying cinema in high school.

Give him a script.

Go have a seat.

The poster.

It'll cost a fortune.

There's money in the sea.

The Hakim brothers taught me that.

What we need is a casino nearby

and a school for Solange.

No problem.

Give me the figures.

- What is this?

- The location.

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