Jamais plus toujours (Never Again Always)

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NEVER EVER AGAIN

- You like antique portraits?

- You'd better hope I do.

I already have enough from

an unworthy father.

How much for the mask?

What about 100?

That's only to scare you.

With this package on my hands,

I can get more.

Well? What have you decided?

I think...

I'll sign it.

I can't go on like this.

Adrift.

I must leave this behind.

Yes. That's right.

But do you think going

away will help fix things?

I don't know.

What if things are meant

to always go wrong?

No doubt I am partially

responsible.

I don't know anymore.

Anyway, there's no need to know

why this is like this...

That's all.

Well, listen, we will talk

about all this later.

I have to go now.

Where did I put my umbrella...

You couldn't understand, Agathe.

For you it's different.

You try to protect yourself.

Your tiny armor.

You ask for too much.

You are always demanding.

I brought this for you.

I don't want you to forget me.

Now that you're going to so far away.

You promise me?

Claire?

Do you recognize me?

There's so many things and

persons that I don't remember...

But you?

I recall you.

And you look just

like I remembered.

Five wrinkles more.

Mustache.

I really like this place.

It all seems like a pirate's treasure.

All of this reminds me of a shipwreck.

It could be stopover too.

It's strange to find

you here.

When did you come back?

Last Saturday.

You are always a little uninterrupted.

Here and there.

Are you staying in France?

I don't know.

I think that I'll leave again.

Six years is not that much,

nevertheless,

I feel like a foreigner

in this city.

Everything has moved,

has changed,

The neighborhood,

the couples.

Friends are gone.

Agathe...

She is the reason for my trip here.

She is my friend.

When I hear this breeze

it's both of us.

Hot air trembling up

on the mountain.

The square in the evening.

In St Basileo.

The fountain that

came to see me.

Remember?

You've said that hunderd times,

but I have no memory.

I don't get attached

to my memories.

And you?

I hope it's better with you.

So they were really soldiers?

- Yes. Of course.

Can you imagine the soldier, in 1914?

In love, crafting these

shell cases...

That will, later on

become ashtrays,

and flower vases.

Little souvenirs.

- Exactly, while he received others.

Yeah.

All this make one dream.

Former shell cases,

now flowers vases.

Look at this one.

Probably it has exterminated

more than a few men.

And one day,

it arrives in your room.

You put some flower in it,

and suddendly it's decorative.

You know,

I thought

a lot about us.

About all of this, I mean.

Yes.

Do you want to come

live with me.

But we said we wouldn't

live together.

So we will never

fall into the routine.

Well, but there's the bad

routine and the good one.

Most important, one can't

get used to the good routine.

You follow me?

There will never be

a routine with you.

I can't imagine life without you.

Just trying to imagine it...

it's impossible.

Quick, quick.

- 10? There.

- 15!

- 15! 20?

- 20!

over there.

- 25, 30,... 5.

- 25, 30.

Do I hear 50 francs?

Going for 55...

- 55.

- Sold for 55 here.

Number 31.

A basket with different

kind of toys and objects.

This cat in papier mache.

A little llama, made of fur.

A bag with some jewellery.

- 10 francs! 15?

- 15!

- 20? 20 francs!

- 20!

- 25!

- 25.

- 40... '5!

- 40... '5...

We have 45 francs.

That's it.

Sold for 45.

Now, old theater screenplays.

You have here,

Don Juan by Moliere,

Beckett,

Eugene O'Neill.

A nice collection of theatre books.

Also, a photo album.

It seems like an album with

family and theater pictures.

- 30 francs.

- 30 francs for the album!

- 40! 50!... 60?

- 60!

- 80?

- 80!

- 80... 100... 120!

over there.

Sold to the lady on the right.

Sold for 120!

Number 31.

A crystal ball.

- 500 francs!

- 500 francs!

- 550... 600... 700!

- 800... 900!

- 800... 900!

- 1000... 1100... 1200!

- 1300... 1400!

- 1400... 1500!

- 1500!

- 1600... 1800!

- 2000... 2100!

- 2500...

- 2800!

- 3000!

- 3200!

- There it is.

Sold for 3200.

Number 31.

A naked portrait.

That is made by a renowned artist.

- 350!

- 350...

- 350!

- 400... '50!

- 500... '50!

- 600... '50, 700... '50.

- 800... 900... 1000.

- 800... 900!

- 1000... 1100... 1200!

- 1300... 1400... 1500.

Going for 1500!

Sold for 1500!

Number 31. We are selling this

mirrored folding screen?

- 120... 130.

- 130!

- 130 francs.

'20... '50...

'80... 300!

'20... '50...

'80... 400!

Sold! 400.

Sold for 400!

We'll start at 300 francs.

Number 31.

- 320!

- 350!

- '80!

- 400!

- '20!

- '50!

- '80!

- 500!

- '20! Going for 520!

- 520!

- Sold for 520!

It was me who used to complain.

Who used to demand.

I didn't get it.

Nothing of it.

I knew nothing about her.

And now it's too late.

Why always trying

to understand everything?

Explaining everything...

So wrongly,

and so little.

A little swan in the mist.

here and there.

It's her, my lord.

Finally!

Thank you, god.

It is Dona Isabelle

on the castle's balcony.

Prisoner of these walls,

a dear offering, pleasing my eyes,

right in front of my feet.

Oh, these groves, these rivers,

these fields under the moonlight.

He's coming.

I can hear him,

walking down there,

in the yard.

I was sure it was him.

- Do you like it?

- Yes.

This will be really good.

Since we have made a break,

Agathe:

Attention to your gestures,

when you are describing the landscape.

It's a bit narrow,

try to make it larger.

You can go deeper.

But that's because I don't

have a balcony here.

Try anyway.

Go ahead... one more time.

Oh, these groves, these rivers,

These fields under the moonlight.

He is coming.

I can hear him walking

down there, in the yard.

Fear no more, milady.

It is your servant.

Don Pedro.

- Who can help you,

to leave Castille.

Don Pedro has returned!

The light for my darkness.

Do you see how unhappy

and sad I am?

I think we have to

speed up all this.

So the rhythm will be faster.

We have to show an

idea of urgence.

You only have a few

minutes to rescue Isabel.

You give the impression that you're

having a picnic in front of the castle.

So... pick it up!

Go ahead.

Remember?

I was really decided to not

get this job.

And I've made it.

I managed to fail.

And?

And now I am a school teacher.

Which can be passionate.

But not always.

Would you like to come with me to Japan?

I expected too much from

this departure, 6 years ago.

From this rupture.

I had thought that everything

down there would be different.

More simple.

I just forgot one detail:

Everything comes with us in the luggage.

The questions...

...without answers.

That's strange.

I have the impression of having

the same conversation

we started a long time ago.

I listen to you,

and it's like listening to

the same bittersweet mood.

Yes. I know.

It's rather the feeling

of having failed.

A lack of trust,

in everything.

I was always afraid of,

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