Jules et Jim Page #6

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Because we treated her

like a queen.

You know, I almost stayed in Paris.

I knew it could never last.

Even our friendship suffers.

At times, I'm jealous

of your years with her.

And I hate you

for not being jealous of me.

Do you believe that?

I'll do anything

not to lose her completely.

You will, too, when she returns...

for she always returns.

Listen, I'm going back to Paris.

Tell her you didn't see me

at the station.

It's the only solution.

I see. I met the train,

but you weren't on it.

Hello. What's the matter?

You've just arrived.

You're mine and I'm yours.

All is well.

But in your letters,

you said you had things to do.

So did I.

You said good-bye to your loves.

I decided to say good-bye to mine.

You'll hold me in your arms

all night long, but that's all.

We want a child, don't we?

Well, if I had one now,

I wouldn't know if it was yours.

Do you understand?

- I had to do it.

- Do you love Albert?

- No.

- Does he love you?

Yes. You must believe me.

It was your only chance.

Albert equals Gilberte.

You don't say anything?

We must start with a clean slate.

A clean slate and no debts.

That was her creed.

And nothing happened.

She slept,

but Jim's eyes remained open.

He realized that they were

being drawn together.

So they started all over again,

flying high like birds of prey.

They restrained until she was sure

she didn't bear Albert's child.

This restraint exalted them.

They were always together.

They never cheated.

The promised land was in view.

And The Promised Land Faded

They realized that Catherine

was not pregnant with their child.

They saw a specialist who told them

that this was not uncommon...

and that these things took time

with most couples.

What's wrong?

I want to sleep alone tonight.

Go to your room.

- Why?

- I just want to.

- Explain.

- There's nothing to explain.

I'll just stay with you.

That's all.

That's not true.

I don't want you to stay.

I'm disgusted.

It's a nightmare

when the night comes.

When I think of that child we will

never have, I feel I'm taking a test.

- I can't stand it.

- Our love is all that counts.

No, because I count too...

and I love you less.

Let's stay away from each other.

I may still love you,

but I'll run that risk.

Go to Gilberte

since she writes you every day.

- You are not fair.

- I know, but I'm heartless.

That's why I don't love you

and why I'll never love anyone.

Besides, I'm 32, and you are 29.

When I'm 40,

you'll want a girl of 25...

and I'll be left alone

like a fool.

You may be right.

I'll leave for three months.

Are you hurt?

I'm not anymore.

We should never be hurt

both at once.

When you stop suffering,

I'll start.

Am I disturbing you?

I can't stand it.

- Did you hear us arguing?

- No, I was working.

I can't stand him.

I'm going mad.

I'm glad he's going tomorrow.

Good riddance.

Don't be unfair.

You know he loves you.

I really don't know anymore.

He lied to me.

He didn't drop Gilberte. He doesn't

even know what he wants himself.

I love her. I don't love her,

but I will, maybe.

I can't help it

if we didn't have a child.

- Got a cigarette?

- You want one?

- Want me to talk to him?

- No, please don't.

I'm half for him

and half against him.

But I want him to go.

We've decided to separate

for three months.

What do you think?

I don't know.

It may be a good idea.

You won't say what you think.

I know you despise me.

No, I shall never despise you.

I shall always love you...

no matter what you do,

no matter what happens.

Is that true?

I love you too.

We were happy, weren't we?

But we are happy.

I mean, I am.

Is that true?

Yes, let's always stay together...

like an old couple,

with Sabine...

and our grandchildren.

Stay near me.

I don't want to see him

before he goes.

Then stay here.

I'll sleep downstairs.

My little Catherine.

Often you remind me...

of a Chinese play I saw

before the war.

The curtain rises

and the emperor...

turns to the audience and says...

"I am the unhappiest man on Earth...

because I have two wives.

My first wife and my second wife."

Their love was now relative,

but to Jules it was absolute.

The next morning

Jim left the house.

Catherine took him to the station.

A mist settled over the valley.

The hive felt that Jim

has lost favor with its queen.

He had to go.

We can't see the house.

The railway schedule had been changed.

The train left the next day.

One always feels guilty

in a hotel room.

I'm not very moral,

but I dislike it.

Don't tell me you don't.

I wouldn't believe you.

Jim thought of their children.

He imagined a houseful

of beautiful children.

He knew that if they had none...

Catherine would have affairs again.

They were silent in the gloomy

hotel room, but they made love.

They didn't know why. Maybe

it was their way to end their story.

It was like a funeral

and as if they were already dead.

The next day she took him to his train,

but they did not wave.

They separated,

though nothing forced them.

It's all over now,

Jim told himself once again.

- Your medicine and a letter.

- Thanks.

I think I'm pregnant.

Come. Catherine.

Gilberte, please give me

some writing paper.

Catherine, I am in bed

and very ill.

Besides, I doubt

that your child is mine.

One night could not succeed

where love failed.

"Where love failed."

You are right.

That illness is a joke.

I'll write and say

you want to see him.

Dear Hypochondriac,

come as soon as you can.

Catherine awaits a letter.

Write in big letters

for her eyes are tired...

and she cannot read

small handwriting.

She doesn't think I was ill.

I don't think she is pregnant.

In any case,

I doubt that I'm the father.

I've got reasons to doubt.

Our past, Albert and the rest.

Since you're going out,

could you mail this letter?

Certainly.

Oh, there's a letter for you.

I'm late. See you later.

I love you, Jim.

So many unbelievable things

turn out to be true.

I'm going to have a child.

Let us thank God, Jim.

I am sure you are the father.

I beg you to believe me.

Your love is now alive within me.

You must believe me.

This paper is your skin.

This ink is my blood.

I'm pressing on my pen.

Please, answer me.

Darling, I believe you.

I am going to you.

All that is good within me

comes from you.

They had promised

never to call each other.

They couldn't talk

if they couldn't touch each other.

The mail took three days.

Their letters crossed.

I've got reasons to doubt.

Our past, Albert and the rest.

I will stop thinking of you,

so that you can stop thinking of me.

You disgust me, but that is wrong.

Nothing should ever be disgusting.

My Jim, your long letter

changes everything.

In two days you'll be here.

Not a letter, but you.

Let's forget our differences.

They are gone.

Come back to me soon,

even late at night.

At last, Jim received

a letter from Jules.

"Your child died

before it could be born.

To Catherine, you died with it."

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