Jules et Jim

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You told me:
"I love you."

I told you:
"Wait."

I almost said:
"Yes."

You said:
"Go."

JULES AND JIM:

With the Little

SABINE HAUDEPIN:

With

And the voice of

Based on the novel by

Adaption and Dialogue by

Directed by

Edited by

Music by

Song written by

Director of Photography

It was around 1912.

Jules, a foreigner in Paris,

asked Jim, whom he hardly knew,

to get him into the Art Students' Ball.

Jim got him a ticket

and a costume.

While Jules was hunting for

a slave costume...

their friendship was born.

It grew as Jules watched the ball

with his kind tender eyes.

The next day, they had

their first real conversation.

Each taught the other his language

and his culture until late at night.

They translated

each other's poetry.

They shared

an indifference for money.

They talked,

and they listened to each other.

Jules had no girls in Paris

and he wanted one.

Jim had several.

He introduced Jules to a musician.

They were in love for about a week.

Then came a sweet thing

who loved to talk all night.

And a pretty blonde widow

who made them a trio.

She confused Jules.

She found him nice, but clumsy.

She brought him a quiet friend

who was too quiet.

Despite Jim's advice, Jules

got in contact with professionals...

but found no satisfaction.

Let's get to work.

"Down with everything"

No more paint, you b*tch.

They'll say

anarchists can't spell, again.

Save me! He's after me!

He's stronger than you!

Let's run!

Can you put me up for the night?

- I'm Therese.

- Of course, Therese.

You can't stay with me.

I've got a date.

Gilberte? But Jules can...

That's me...

And who're you?

Jim and Jules, then?

No, Jules and Jim.

What's that?

It's better than a clock.

When the sand stops, I must go to sleep.

- You'll sleep here and me there.

- I see.

- Got a cigarette?

- Of course.

- Are you Jim?

- No, Jules.

You're sweet.

I'll show you a steam engine.

It's almost dawn.

Jim, you might stay here

with me for once.

No, Gilberte.

If I stayed only once,

I'd feel guilty.

If I stayed longer,

we'd be almost married.

- That's against our rules!

- What a twisted mind.

And the cat doesn't like

to stay at home alone.

Besides, it's morning.

Just imagine that I'm going to work.

You're going home to sleep until noon.

No, it was Shakespeare.

Give me a dime for the music.

It was Shakespeare,

I tell you.

Do you have a cigarette?

Can you put me up for the night?

I'm Therese.

Forget it. There are more

where she came from.

I wasn't in love with her.

She was both mother and daughter to me.

I'm not lucky in Paris.

Good thing I know girls back home.

I love one, Lucie.

She refused to marry me.

I've decided to wait 6 months,

and ask her again.

There's another, too.

Birgitta.

And there's Elga.

I'd love her

if I didn't love Lucie.

This is what she looks like.

Jules sketched a woman's face

on the table.

Jim wanted to buy the table...

but the owner wanted

to sell the whole set.

Albert.

This is Jim, a French friend.

Hello. I think we've met before.

Sit down.

- Jim had asked...

- Who is Albert?

The artists' friend.

He knows everyone

who'll be famous in ten years.

This is more exotic.

She looks like an Incan statue.

This one is somewhat Romanesque.

It's weathered because

I found it in the garden.

It was out in the rain for years.

This one is very touching.

Reminds you of a decaying face.

Strange to see stone

worked so flabbily.

This face has beautiful lips.

They're scornful.

Admirable eyes, too.

May we see that last one again?

I made a close-up of it, too.

The slide showed

a woman's face...

whose tranquil smile gripped them.

The statue was in an outdoor

museum on an Adriatic island.

They left immediately to see it.

They wore

the same white outfits.

They stared at the face

for an hour.

It stunned them into silence.

They were speechless.

Had they ever met such a smile?

No. If they ever met it,

they would follow it.

Jules and Jim

returned home dazzled.

Paris greeted them gently.

- How is your book?

- It's coming along.

It will be rather autobiographical.

Our friendship had

a major part in it.

I'd love to have you read

an excerpt from it.

Please do.

"Jacques and Julien were inseparable.

Julien's last novel

was successful.

In it, he described

the enchanting women he had known...

...before he had met Jacques

and even Lucienne.

Jacques was proud of Julien.

People called them

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza...

and they never knew that neighbors

found their friendship ambiguous.

They ate together

in small restaurants.

They bought for one another

the best cigars."

It's beautiful.

Let me translate it into German.

Now, for a shower.

My cousin just wrote me.

Three girls he knows

are coming to Paris.

One is German, one is Dutch,

and one is French.

They're coming to dinner tomorrow.

I want you to join us.

Catherine, the French girl,

was the statue.

She had the same smile, nose,

mouth, chin, and forehead.

As a child, she had

been idolized in her hometown...

during a religious celebration.

It started almost like a dream.

As your host, I propose...

that we would abolish

all formalities forever...

by drinking my best wine

in brotherhood.

Instead of linking arms

in the usual way...

let us touch feet under the table.

Jules was happy

and moved his feet away.

Jim's foot stayed near Catherine's.

She moved hers away first.

Jules smiled happily...

as he beamed at the others.

Jules vanished for a month.

He saw Catherine alone...

but the two friends

met at the gymnasium.

Excellent.

Why don't you spend the evening

with Catherine and me?

I've talked about you so much...

Catherine is anxious

to know you better...

but not this one, Jim. Okay?

Hello, Mr. Jim.

Pronounce his name in English,

not French.

"Jeem" doesn't suit him.

Do you like our friend Thomas?

Can we go out with him?

Not bad. A moustache would help.

Now for a test in the street.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you have a match?

Thank you, sir.

She was proud

of her clever disguise.

The men were moved,

but didn't really understand why.

- Either it's raining or I'm dreaming!

- It might be both.

Then if it's raining,

let's go to the seashore.

We go tomorrow.

Let's have a race.

First one to the end of the bridge.

- You cheated.

- But I won.

Thomas always wins.

He speaks three languages,

he swims like a fish.

Can he stand on his hands?

You'll teach him.

Can you come to my flat tomorrow...

to help take my baggage

to the station?

She's a strange breed.

Her father was an aristocrat,

her mother wasn't.

He came from Burgundy.

Her mother was English.

That's why she's not average...

and she teaches everyone.

- Teaches what?

- Shakespeare.

Jim took it for granted

that she belonged to Jules.

Catherine wore that calm smile.

It was natural and said everything.

I'm almost ready.

I just have to put on my dress.

- Never put a hat on a bed.

- Do we take the bike?

And the bag, too?

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