La belle captive Page #3

You think you danced last night

with my daughter, Marie-Ange

Personally, I'm not surprised

I was at the cinema last week

and in the interval...

...I found I was sitting next to

Marcel Proust

You look pale

Several people have met Marie-Ange

since her death

She changes little, it seems

Proust had not changed,

despite his illness

He was with an elderly lady,

my grandmother, I believe

Alas, she drowned in 1927

You see, my dear sir...

...most of the people you see

in the street are dead

That explains the crowds everywhere

So as not to cause outrage,

they dress like you and me

More or less

Are you unwell?

No, it's nothing, just an

empty stomach

Stomach empty, head too full

You'd better eat here before you go

You could even sleep here. I have

a room nearby, waiting for you

Otherwise, you may lose your way

at night...

...in this forlorn, badly lit

suburb...

...which lacks signposts

That's true, I'm exhausted.

I gratefully accept your offer

The door is at the end...

With relief... or apprehension...

or hope...

...on your right

...or with deep anguish...

or suddenly recovered calm

Is it you, Walter?

Is it you, Walter?

Come to spend the night in my house?

You're so far away...

Walter, so far away...

Come closer

Where is he?

The final scene...

...with the soldiers...

...on that empty beach

There's a noise, interference

like a roaring engine

It's disturbing the execution

I thought you'd be here

I wasn't sure. You told me...

Would I be here if we were to meet

elsewhere?

Of course

Unless another power is

controlling us...

...manipulating us

What are you saying?

I feel...

...I'm going through the same

places, as if in a bad dream...

...or along a blind road

You're mad, my poor Walter

I don't know whether you worry me

or exasperate me

Where did you sleep?

I called you everywhere

I slept at a madman's...

...but nothing interesting happened

That's all I know

Forget it

I can't

Why show the Comte de Corinthe

a photo of a bloodied shoe?

To refresh his memory

A political enemy thinks he murdered,

six or seven years ago...

...a mistress he introduced as

his fiance

He then disguised his crime

as an accident

It happened on a deserted beach

in the South Atlantic...

...near Uruguay

Now he's dead, too,

it doesn't matter much

One never knows what matters

or not

You should rest

That's right, I'm going to sleep

Always punctual

Your mission is ended,

ended by default

What a nightmare

You commanded the firing squad

that was to shoot me

It was on the beach, once again...

...at rising tide

Always the same beach

with fine sand...

...and the waves breaking...

...one after another

You were parading in black leather

on a huge motorbike

I must have heard street noises

in my dream

There was a mad doctor...

...trying out parapsychological

experiments on me...

...or seeking secret ways to the

Beyond, that sort of nonsense

I also recall.

...vaguely...

I don't know, I don't remember

Are you tired?

No, in great shape. Well,

I did sleep rather badly

On the beach, large red curtains

half drawn

It could have been a stage

You screamed. It frightened me

You screamed a lot, like a child

haunted by a nightmare

That's funny

In my dream I tried to shout,

but no sound came

Invisible hands grasped my throat

Now I imagine that I, too,

was dreaming

Your long shout was in my dream

I think it was

You never dream

There are no people who don't dream

Sure you're all right?

Want me to get up?

No, what for?

I'll have a coffee in the cafe.

I'll call you later

Just as you like

- When do the removal men come?

- Nine-thirty, they said

If you need me, call me

The Angel of Death. No one knows

in advance what face it will have

When it first appears...

...no one can recognize it

It may be a gentle, tender face

When one discovers what it hides

it is already too late

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