Jules et Jim Page #5

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let it rest like a newborn baby.

You were in love, Jim.

I can feel that.

- Why didn't you marry her?

- It didn't work out.

- What is she like?

- Quiet and patient.

Gilberte says she'll wait

for me forever.

You still love her,

and she loves you?

- Don't make her suffer.

- I need adventures and risks.

There's been a change too.

I admire you.

I enjoy seeing you.

- I'm afraid I'll forget Jules.

- You must not forget him.

Warn him.

Translate that!

The yearnings of two hearts

create such heavenly pain.

Not bad.

Though you added the heavenly.

Good night.

Give my regards to the others.

I'd like to read Goethe tonight.

May I have it?

- I lent it to Jim.

- Too bad.

- Good night, Jim.

- Good night.

I'll bring it tomorrow.

You must bring it now.

She insists on reading it tonight.

Jim, she doesn't want me anymore.

I'm afraid she will disappear

from my life.

The last time I saw you with her...

you looked like a couple.

Love her, marry her...

and let me see her.

I mean, if you love her,

don't think I'm an obstacle.

Jim had waited for her all day.

She came into his arms gravely.

Their first kiss lasted all night.

They were silent

as they drew close.

Later, they remained silent.

Her face expressed

strange joy and curiosity.

Jim was prisoner.

No other woman existed for him.

Your turn.

I've asked Jim

to move into the house.

He'll take the small room.

Careful, Jim.

Be careful for both of you.

This is your room.

The books are in German,

but I've got others in my room.

I'll unpack your bag.

I think it will do.

The rest is a mess...

but we can't help that.

- What is on the other side?

- Sabine and Mathilde's room.

The bed isn't too bad.

Sit down next to me.

I've always liked

the nape of your neck.

That was the only part of you

I could look at without being seen.

What about Jules?

He loves us both.

This won't surprise him.

He won't suffer.

We shall love him and respect him.

In the village they were

known as the three lunatics...

but they were accepted.

When she found that out, Catherine

invented a game:
the village idiot.

The village was the table.

They took turns as the idiot.

Sabine made them laugh.

Catherine believed

that love was short...

but constantly recurring.

Life was a vacation

for all of them.

Jules and Jim

had never lived so intensely.

Time went by.

Happiness can't be told,

but it wears off without anyone noticing it.

One day, she decided

to seduce Jules.

While Jim was reading downstairs...

she took Jules into her room.

Jules said no,

but Catherine said yes.

Jim said he wasn't jealous,

but he was.

She saw this and never

repeated the experiment.

One day,

they walked around a lake...

hidden in the mist of a green valley.

The harmony between them was perfect.

Catherine had a headache,

so did Jim.

If they had children, he thought,

they would be tall...

thin and have headaches too.

They played on the shore

of the lake.

She made him throw stones.

She and Jules learned how to skip stones.

The sky was so close to them.

Jim had to return to Paris.

His paper needed him.

But they knew he would return...

and things would remain the same.

Their perfect month

was engraved into them.

They waved at each other as he left.

Jules gave them his blessings

and promised to take care of her...

for they wanted to marry.

Jules is willing to divorce.

I'm going to marry Catherine.

I want to have children with her.

Jules will find me work

in his country.

Right now, I'm translating

an Austrian play.

Where are you going?

- Home.

- I'll go with you.

I'd rather you didn't.

Hello, Jim.

It's me, Therese.

The steam engine.

Therese, how are you?

How is...

It lasted two weeks.

I cheated on him.

He found out, got jealous,

stopped trusting me.

He locked me up for three weeks.

I was flattered, then furious.

I got out on a painter's ladder

with the painter.

I got impatient.

A guy wants to make me rich.

I follow him to Cairo

where he puts me up in a house.

An Englishman rescues me.

I move into his villa by the Red Sea,

play tennis, ride horses.

Then I get a letter.

- Hello, is Jules in Paris?

- No, he didn't come.

I go to wreck the wedding.

I marry him.

Hello, Jim. How is your buddy?

- Still with the same girl?

- Always.

He was serious.

He thought I wasn't.

My husband divorced me finally.

My undertaker married me.

It's a perfect marriage,

but no children.

I've neither time nor energy

to be unfaithful.

So I'm writing my memoirs for the

Sunday Times Magazine in Europe.

My husband.

- What about you, Jim?

- I'm getting married.

- How's Jules?

- All right.

Interesting, isn't she?

Her name is Denise.

She won't talk to you.

She never talks.

She's not stupid.

She's empty.

It's all empty in there.

- She's a thing.

- Pretty thing.

Yes, beautiful. It's just sex.

Pure sex.

- Say good-bye, Denise.

- Sir.

Catherine spent the winter at

home in front of the fireplace.

She was Jim's fiance,

on loan to Jules.

Every day she asked Jules...

"Do you think Jim loves me?"

Listen to me, Gilberte.

If Catherine wants something...

and she thinks

no one will be hurt...

she may be wrong,

but she'll do it...

to learn from the experience.

It's her way of achieving wisdom.

That can last a long time.

Don't be mean.

I'm not mean. I'm jealous.

I knew it would end this way.

Don't leave tomorrow.

You'll give her your life,

so just give me one more week.

Jim couldn't leave Gilberte.

Catherine couldn't leave Jules.

They couldn't hurt

Jules or Gilberte...

who belonged to the past and

who each played the same role.

"Tell Jules I saw Therese.

She's married and is writing.

I have to delay

my trip back once again...

but soon I'll be free,

ready for you.

I must still say a few good-byes.

A few good-byes."

Do you think Jim loves me?

- Hello, Jules.

- Hello.

What's wrong?

Why didn't Catherine

come to meet me?

She disliked your letters. You talked

about your work, your good-byes.

She didn't like your absence.

You were gone too long.

When she is in doubt,

she can do anything.

- Is she waiting for us?

- Yes, I think so.

I didn't want to tell you.

She left yesterday morning

without saying a word.

I had hoped that she would

be back before your arrival.

Aren't you worried?

You mean, is she in danger?

She is merely doing

something irreparable.

I told you,

she disliked your letters.

"Therese is married

and has become a writer.

I must say a few good-byes."

No, Catherine never

does anything halfway.

She's an irresistible force

that can't be stopped.

Her harmony is never

shaken because...

she knows she is always innocent.

- You speak of her as if she was a queen.

- She is a queen.

Let me be frank.

She's not especially beautiful

or intelligent or sincere...

but she is a real woman.

And that is why we love her...

and all men desire her.

Despite this,

why did she make us a gift...

of her presence?

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