Helle Page #3
- Year:
- 1972
- 95 min
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help us survive a siege.
Bread, cheese, sausages,
Oedipus complex, olives...
They talk and they talk...
You're right,
the two of us are better here.
This is a joke in very bad taste.
But, mom, good people
always have bad taste.
Only this time I'm not kidding,
I salute the dead.
Ladies and gentlemen, friends,
Marchal Petain has died.
Julien!
Yeah, I heard it on the radio
with Josephine.
Suddenly, as Montand was singing...
Tell me, chaplain,
d 'you know my favorite poem?
I am sure you'll like it.
This is a poem by Prvert.
"Our Father, who art
in heaven, stay there.
And we will stay on earth,
which is sometimes so beautiful. "
Hot.
Hot.
Hot.
Hot.
Fabrice.
Fa...
...brice.
...brice.
...brice.
Fa... brice.
Julien.
I'm worried about Fabrice.
Where can he be?
I think he went to the mountains
with his little "talker".
How do you know?
Who told you that?
The water and forests secret police.
They need to be bribed, but
I know everything. - Go find him.
He'll send me packing.
something stupid. Go on, I beg you.
Come on, tell me who sent you.
I was in the war,
I have nine injuries.
I can go up the pasture
without being told to.
You look like a romantic fool.
Mother is worried.
She threw her lover?
You're really a bloody idiot, you know.
You go crazy because your mother,
I a widow, who never loved our father,
has a lover. While you treat your
little deaf mute as the the Holy Virgin.
Never mind about mom, alright?
Tell me, Hell.
How many lovers have you have?
15 lumberjacks,
our gardener, the postman,
old Douglas, the grocer...
I'm not making anything up. You're a real
traveling brothel all by yourself, right?
Our favorite church.
You're a common bond
for the entire village.
Still, it ends up doing quite a lot.
Come on, tell me how many.
That's right, I forgot.
You don't know how to count.
It must be innocence.
She is pure, Julien.
Pure and untouched.
But you're a jerk,
you just cannot understand it.
I love her.
She slept with everybody but if
you love her... she's a virgin, alright.
It's not me who'll blame you.
For the first time in a long
time I think you're a nice guy.
Well, I think I can still
do something for you.
There's not even wine in this shack.
Look carefully, Fabrice.
This is my last lesson.
Don't be afraid, little girl.
When she was 13 it was the Germans.
Now it's the others.
She's all the forest.
She is only capable of opening up.
Like a flower.
Look.
All these gardeners are pigs...
but pureness is not there.
It's somewhere else.
Soldier, you fell at Fontenoy!
But you didn't fall
in the ear of a deaf mute.
Sh*t... I can't find the final words.
Monfort L'Amaury, at Plenenikof's,
during the Liberation...
If this is true,
it's a beautiful memory.
She's going to make a scene.
It's funny, I slept
with her 8 years ago.
It was great, but
I can't remember anything.
How dare you say such a thing?
How could you forget?
We forget, we forget...
It's when she said Plenenikof
that I remembered.
You've changed.
We always change overtime.
Do you remember your
school teachers?
Changes overtime...
It's a silly question.
What a silly question!
Totally stupid.
Totally stupid.
You're disgusting.
Disgusting, but hilarious.
I will never forget you.
We'll part before it becomes
pathetic between us.
- You're in love with someone else?
- No.
It's you women who need to love
someone else before ditching us.
- Me, I leave when it's finished, that's all.
- Oh no, you can't, this isn't possible.
With Julien you always
talk about dignity.
So let's try to be worthy.
Dignity is in my ass.
When I met you, you were polite.
Boring, but polite.
- You know Fernand... - Who?
- Fernand, Astruc's assistant.
- Girls say he's fantastic and big.
- How do you know that?
- You want me to introduce you?
- No, you know me, I'm a sentimental girl.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
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