Helle
- Year:
- 1972
- 95 min
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Be careful, it's cow's milk
and it's precious.
Haute-Savoie
SUMMER 1951
Time for dinner,
but first let's have a drink!
Well, that's nice!
If we had her with us in the woods,
we'd be more motivated!
What a pretty girl!
It's a pity she ran away.
She comes from the village.
- She's our mascot.
- Don't tease me!
She likes everyone,
especially strongmen and loggers...
She's a complete idiot!
She can't hear you,
the poor girl's a deaf mute.
Fabrice! They've not come for you?
Mom's expecting the one o'clock train.
Have you seen my brother
since he's back in St-Laurent?
You know, Monsieur Julien...
- He didn't leave at least?
- No, no...
My dear! I expected you
at one o'clock!
- But you see, I'm here already.
- My dear!
How beautiful you are!
Let me look at you.
- Your new driven?
- No, it's a friend.
- A friend of Julien?
- No, a friend from Annecy.
Frangois de Marset. My son Fabrice.
- Good afternoon sir.
- Hi.
- It still runs as well?
- Very well.
- I sold it to Frangois.
- Oh yeah?
Yes, for my little trips to Annecy
the Simca is much more practical.
And Julien?
Julien,you know...
Okay, let's look for him.
Wait for me.
- You don't recognize your older brother?
- Of course I do.
It looks like my little brother
is not very happy to see me...
You're drunk again.
You'll kill the fatted calf
for the prodigal son?
I don't want to miss that.
Back home with music!
I saw a poor boy dying.
He was barely 18.
It was freezing like hell and he fell
straight in front of me.
I closed his eyes and watched
his last smile.
And then I wrote to his poor mother
to tell her how he died.
But in the end, who gives
a sh*t about him?
Hello, Monsieur Fabrice,
we're very happy to see you again.
- Where's he going with my bag?
- The main building's being restored.
You've a room in the wing.
We have lunch in half an hour.
- You'll have dinner with us?
- No, I told you I couldn't.
Come on, bro,
the hell's about to ring.
Go wash your hands and pee.
Do you still want to be a doctor?
Yes.
He's like me but he's less stupid.
Family son of a German sympathizer...
I went to fight to try to keep
the rice fields French.
Still, it's not me who signed
your dispatch to Indochina!
That's true. Quite the contrary.
" If something happened to you, Julien... "
Oh, you were very well organized...
...after such an effort
we were fetuses again.
It's true, my dear mother,
we always come back to your wombs to die.
Josephine! Josephine!
Josephine, who was right?
The Germans or the French?
The French, of course.
You see!
And Dad didn't know!
However, he liked Stendhal.
But that didn't stop him
from loving the Germans.
That's culture probably.
When you don't know who's right.
Shut up! Shut up or l'm gone!
But Why?
I'm sorry, brother.
These pathetic, worn out war stories,
conscientiousness and legless soldiers.
The hero that I am
asks for your forgiveness.
Considering that his stay in Indochina
awarded him with an endless diarrhea.
Not even respect for his government.
Behave yourself.
This is a not a woman!
How much did she sell it
to you in the end?
No, I'm just asking.
She gave it to me.
But seriously, how much?
You know, I am in business with her
for the furniture of the chalets.
Chalets! What chalets?
- My mother's chalet business in Megeve.
- Really.
Real estate, it's the only way to go!
You didn't learn that in school?
Want to try it? Come on.
Ready?
- You're scared?
- I nearly died of fright.
When I was 14, after the bombings,
look at the bodies.
To see if I was a man.
And you were?
Stop it, you fool.
I'm sorry.
So were you a man?
I also traded in the black market.
I sold cigarettes in the Latin Quarter.
Oh yes, and ham.
I thought you
had been in the Resistance.
Yes, in the area, with Pupu
the carrier. We saved Jews.
How did you meet with my mother?
- On the street.
- On the street?
I was in love with her car.
- You like money?
- Yep.
I have to admit, I hate to work.
So how do you make a living?
It's so much better to earn
your way without working.
Come on.
Slowly.
Slowly.
- If you want, I can call the doctor.
- No, forget that bloody fool.
In time, call your priest.
Just to leave in good standing.
What did you do with Frangois?
Nothing, he stopped to change clothes,
to go to Geneva.
To Geneva?
Who do you hold
most dearly on earth?
You, of course, my darling.
What does he intend
to do in Geneva?
Poor Julien.
- Hey, what do you want?
- Good morning!
What do you want?
Good morning, Haber.
Who are you?
Don't you recognize me?
I'm Fabrice Fournier.
Wow, the kid Fabrice!
My god! Little Fabrice!
What a surprise!
Little Fabrice!
Come in, have a drink.
Look at that!
Little Fabrice!
- He told me we'd have guests today.
- Who told you that?
M. Douglas.
Why, don't you know?
Every evening at 7:00
he speaks to us.
Here, read it.
The little spirit.
It's thanks to me that
Madame Smollett tried for years
to get in contact with spirits.
But she wasn't a medium.
So one day, to entertain her,
I tried.
Then, blam! It started
to shake in all directions.
I predicted everything.
Thorez's disease.
And the marriage of Antonio's son.
- What is it?
- Nothing.
Is she sick? - No she wants sympathy,
but I'm not buying it anymore.
- And if she's really bad?
- If so she wouldn't scream like that.
The doctor, quick!
A great actress.
Our place isn't here,
but at La 'Cala in Milan.
Help me!
I'm choking!
The doctor, quick!
What do you want?
Nothing, I just heard...
It's Kleber. I thought you needed...
I'm sorry.
Sorry is a hypocrite's word.
Where do you come from, boy?
Come closer.
Why don't you come closer?
Touch my feet.
Already cold, right?
It's a bad sign.
Feet are often cold.
But not in the summer.
Tell me then...
From the terrace,
did you hear me?
Yes, ma'am.
So why does he never come?
He's not deaf, him.
Maybe a little.
She'll kill me
making that racket.
Where is she going again?
I wonder why I kept her.
Yes, I know. To annoy the priest.
He wanted to take her from me.
Probably to teach her
how to distinguish good from evil.
Sin . .. is their favorite trick.
They hear voices,
they hand out sweets,
they moan, they take care of the lepers,
they see the invisible,
then they see nothing,
they sleep in the belly of the whale,
they walk on water. Nonsense!
The lame walk,
the blind see,
the lepers are healed,
the deaf hear,
and the dead are raised.
Tell me...
What will they do with
all these people in good health?
Where's the girl?
Who, Hell? She's there.
Ah, yes, Hell.
I forgot her name.
You were still a baby.
Her mother served us as a maid.
She died immediately after
the birth of her daughter. - Hell...
- lsn't that a mythological name?
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