Frantz

- The white flowers. - They are 20 pfennig.

Thank you.

Pretty lady.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Do you know who left flowers on the grave?

Which one?

Frantz Hoffmeister's.

Oh yeah.

Must be the foreigner.

Where is he from?

A French coin.

He left flowers on his grave?

Yes, roses.

Do you know who it might be?

No.

Maybe a French friend from before the war.

Don't tell Hans.

How is he?

He has not left his office.

It is hard for him.

For all of us.

Still sore?

It bothers me at night when I've walked a lot.

You'll be able to dance again.

The French didn't get your leg.

Thank you, Doctor.

We haven't seen you at our meetings for months, doctor.

I love Germany,

but I loved my son even more.

I understand.

But must we endure this defeat?

This humiliation?

You share our wish for a strong and powerful nation.

You came here for your leg,

Mr. Kreutz.

Keep up the treatment for a week and you'll be fine.

I forgot to talk to you about one thing, doctor.

Yes?

It's about Anna.

Anna?

She has no family left

and she loves you like a father.

I know she was your son's fiance,

but I would like to ask you for her hand.

She loves you?

She will love me.

- Anna. - Yes?

Mr. Kreutz wants to talk to you.

- To me? - Yes.

Come in.

Good Morning.

Good morning, Anna.

Sit down.

How's school?

I stopped going.

What a shame.

I lost the taste for studying.

We have all lost loved ones,

but we have to carry on,

rebuild.

Yes.

It's what Frantz wrote to me in his last letter.

I know how you feel.

You would not be here.

With me, you will forget Frantz.

I do not want to forget.

And your patients?

seasonal colds.

It's spring.

Are you going to the ball Saturday night?

No.

They received a new shipment of dresses downtown.

Who would I go with?

Mr. Kreutz.

He only wants your happiness.

Who could that be?

A patient at this time?

Come in.

Your name?

Rivoire.

Adrien Rivoire.

You're not from here?

No.

Where do you come from?

Paris.

French.

Yes.

I am sorry, I can not see you.

Doctor, I must talk to you...

No.

Please leave.

I'm not sick, I just want to...

Shut up.

every Frenchman

is my son's murderer.

Now leave.

You are right, doctor.

I was also a soldier

and I am also a murderer.

Hans?

In Frantz's room?

Hans...

What did the Frenchman tell you?

You know him?

No.

I saw him at the cemetery.

At the cementery?

For the past couple of days he has been visiting Frantz's grave.

This morning, he was crying.

What did he tell you?

Nothing.

I refused to see him.

But Hans,

he must be a friend of Frantz's,

he met in Paris.

Tell me,

Is this person staying here?

Yes, but he's not here right now.

Are you looking for someone, Anna?

Me, for sure.

No.

Please give it to him in person.

You can count on me.

I upset you yesterday,

but will you come to the ball Saturday?

Dr. Hoffmeister doesn't mind.

I don't feel like dancing.

Goodbye, Mr. Kreutz.

Who is the letter for?

For the Frenchman.

Are you sure he's coming?

I hope so.

If Hans had not sent him away, we would not have to do this.

Will Hans come down?

I hope so.

That's him.

Welcome.

I am Frantz's mother.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

And Anna, who is like our daughter,

Frantz's fiance.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I saw you at the cemetery.

I'm the one who left the note at the hotel.

May l?

Your coat.

My husband.

You already met.

Goodnight.

Come in please.

Have a seat.

You must have so much to tell.

How old are you.?

Frantz would have turned 24 in February.

You speak good German.

I'm OK.

And you knew Frantz?

Yes.

From France?

Yes.

During his last trip?

Excuse me.

Thank you for your tears

and the flowers on his grave.

We are very touched

to be talking to a friend

who knew him well

and remembers him.

And I'm not saying this because I'm her mother,

Anna also.

We were going to get married in the fall.

His favorite season.

There is a poem by Verlaine

about autumn he taught me.

In French.

We understand

that you have a hard time talking about it.

It must be difficult

meeting his family.

Do you still think of him?

Yes...

And you will never forget him?

How could I forget him?

Forgive my husband.

He loved Frantz so much,

our only child.

He would rather have died instead.

So would I.

Will you tell us

how you met?

The first time.

And also the last time?

Yes, how was he the last time?

The last time?

The last time

I saw him...

He was happy?

"Happy"?

Happy.

Was it in Paris?

Before the war?

Yes.

It was in Paris.

I went looking for his hotel,

to go to the Louvre.

Between friends.

It was a beautiful day.

He was happy to see the paintings.

And so was I.

And...

we stopped in front of Manet's paintings.

I remember,

I remember... There was one he particularly liked.

The painting

of a pale young man,

His head titled back

Tonight, it was as if Frantz had returned.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Thanks for this night.

You made them feel better.

Not Mr. Hoffmeister.

Him too.

It's a good thing you came.

I do not know.

Goodnight.

Good night, Adrien.

Here lies Frantz Hoffmeister

There's nothing under these flowers.

Nothing?

They buried him in France,

anonymously among other soldiers.

We only know the date of his death.

Sometimes, I think he is not dead,

he will return.

I'm sure he hears us.

When a sighing begins

In the violins of the Autumn song,

My heart is drowned in the slow sound

Languorous and long, pale as with pain

Breath fails me when the hours toll deep.

My thoughts recover

The days that are over

And I weep.

And I go

Where the winds know

Broken and brief, to and fro

As the wind blows a dead leaf.

Your accent is beautiful.

We spoke French often.

It was our secret language.

Frantz so loved France.

But he never told me about you.

What was between you?

A woman?

No...

So what?

A...

A friendship, that's all.

I had forgotten this.

The sound of the wind in the leaves...

It's the sound that makes me love spring.

Do you come here often?

Yes.

This is where Frantz asked for my hand

before leaving for the war.

And how did you meet?

He never told you?

No.

It was in a bookstore when we were students.

He was looking for a French poetry book.

I was looking for a German poetry book.

He asked who my favorite poet was.

I said, "Ruckert".

He replied, "Verlaine".

He could have told you about me.

I was jealous of his studies in France.

I would have liked to join him, but...

I think he preferred to be alone,

far from his country,

his family.

He promised me we'd go there on our honeymoon.

He would show me Paris,

the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre,

The Great Boulevards...

I'm hot!

Don't you want to go swimming?

We do not have swimsuits.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Let's go.

Come on.

Ah! It feels good!

You should have swam.

It's just ... I don't know how to swim.

Oh no?

It is easy. I could have shown you.

Are these

war wounds?

Yes.

You suffered a lot.

My only injury is Frantz.

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