Petit tailleur

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There you are, schmu!

Look at the time!

The metro scares me.

Sure it does!

How dare you, goy!

Dirty goy!

Now flip it over.

Good.

Perfect.

Turn around.

Really, very nice.

Good work Arthur.

Get home safe, Mr. Gilbert.

- Thanks.

- Nice to see you.

Take care.

Every time!

- He looked happy, didn't he?

- Yeah...

Did you see the state he was in?

His demeanor?

He left straight as a poker.

His heart a little lighter.

We're artists, Arthur.

We transform.

For what? A tux?

It's pointed, not like that.

A tux is pointed.

You don't usually use satin for blazers?

No, not for blazers.

Could you use another fabric?

Of course, you could use...

Another color?

Red, green, yellow, anything.

No problem.

I did a wedding that way.

It was lovely.

In the Resistance, we made "sizaines."

- How many?

- Sizaines.

Only five knew about you.

So if one got arrested...

Only six could be arrested.

They didn't know others.

One guy knew six.

Another, six. That's all.

That was the Resistance.

In the Maquis we knew everyone.

The Resistance and the Maquis

were separate.

Wasn't it in the Maquis

that you ran into an old friend?

That's because...

Only four of us survived!

I told you once.

One died in Ghambery...

Who, Fredo?

It was Maurice the Poet,

we called him.

He wrote poems in the camps.

I met him at Nexon

and later at Rivesaltes.

The four of us escaped together.

All the same age?

We were all about...

The same age, yes.

Just about.

Even the one who died

at Aix-les-Bains?

He was 16, yes.

The important thing

s they slaughtered him.

They slaughtered him.

Hi boys!

Suzanne!

I made pie.

Superb, my pussycat!

I think it's overcooked.

She usually burns it...

This tart...

is a miracle!

Thanks.

What time is it Albert?

- It's 8:
10, kiddo.

- Really?

- Wait!

- I'm late!

Whe are you running to?

The theater.

The theater.

Yeah, right!

We won't show the play

Slvain and Arthur went to

because with theater,

you're either there,

or you aren't.

The play:
Kate of Heilbronn,"

by Kleist.

It tells of a Prince' s dreams,

a Princess jealousy,

and a bastard girl's kindness.

What's everyone else doing tonight?

Kate of Heilbronn

- She was on stage, Sylvan!

- I did't see her.

- You didn't see her smile at me?

- No.

You're pissing me off, Arthur!

- Believe me?

- No.

I'm sure she looked at me

and smiled.

I'm going.

Don't tell her Kate smiled.

Stand here, smile.

I'm going!

- I'm worldly.

- I'm intellectual.

- True.

- Isn't it?

Marie-Julie, this is Arthur.

- Hey.

- Hi.

What about me?

You'll p y Lady Macbeth.

- You'll play Lady Macbeth.

- Right!

On my mother's grave.

How is she?

Arthur and Sylvain go way back,

too far back,

Sylvain sometimes thinks.

Sylvain is a cynic

a savage who pretends

to like civilization,

friendship,

and other things he calls lies.

He probably just likes the idea.

But that's enough to make him original

in Arthur's eyes.

Take Marie-Julie home?

I can drive you.

Chill out. Don't get excited.

They live nearby?

Tell me what you do.

Stop pestering me.

I'm waiting.

I take things in.

- What?

- I'm a tailor.

Next year, I'll work in haute couture.

There's a lot

men don't understand.

Any girl prefers a miserable man

to a success story,

because she wants love to be active.

Men are busy.

For them, love is secondary.

A little conversation,

a walk in the garden,

and that's all.

To me loving you means

dreaming up ways

to cure your anguish,

and following you anywhere.

If you're in heaven,

If you're down,

I'm down with you.

Was that in the show?

No.

It's Sasha from "Ivanov."

Don't you know Chekhov?

It's a joy to see you work, Arthur.

If my father sees you,

he must be proud.

Aren't you happy it'll be yours?

You are happy, right?

Very.

Good.

I'm happy too.

I'm happy you're taking it.

What's wrong?

I love ou, Albert.

Don't say that.

Stop!

Get back to work.

Be a good boy.

You know that Albert...

won't live much longer.

Afterwards, you can leave.

The new test results?

What's wrong?

Do you have a girlfriend?

Don't be silly!

What, then?

Think I'm impressed?

You're wrong.

Is that all?

It's a good start.

I've been warned...

Marie-Julie?

Mane-Julie!

Lovely flowers.

Why are we hiding?

My director,

I don't want to see him.

Is there a problem?

No cologne?

That's good.

Stop playing games.

I have to warn you too.

What?

I torture boys by the thousands.

I'll Cry, you'll see.

Just wait.

The hotel "Wasn't a good idea.

No, that's not it.

l'm so glad I found ou.

I love you longing for me.

But I despise you for it too.

I'll never see the whole y0U.

I look at your right eye,

at your right eye,

at your nose,

at your mouth...

Then, with all these memories,

I reconstruct your face.

You have to imagine me to see me?

Do you want to imagine my legs?

Sure.

There we were,

you and I,

in this deserted place.

I watched you,

handsome,

dressed in black.

What's wrong?

I'm late.

In three days, I disappear.

Why?

I'm going on tour.

- I don't approve.

- Too bad!

- Will you be gone long?

- Yes.

I told you.

What?

Not to get attached.

I'm backstage

reading a Cocteau play.

Listen:

"I like truth,

but it doesn't like me."

Pretty, isn't it?

I miss you.

I gotta go, I'm on.

Arthur...

Yes?

Marie-Julie?

Yes?

It's Arthur.

What are you doing here?

- A m I bothering you?

- No.

Sit down.

What is it?

I brought you some thing.

What is it?

It's beautiful.

Did you make it?

Yes.

Marie-Julie was born April 19th, 1984.

She's always feared herself.

She's always feared herself.

At 15, at the suggestion

of her grandmother,

she stalled acting clashes

she started acting classes

half-heartedly.

Acting is a perfect fit for her.

She appreciates that,

during a performance

the present is made whole.

I see you!

What she loves and fears most

is the stage.

So?

How does It look?

Very likable.

Because it puts her in a state

of great confusion.

Thanks mom. Thanks dad.

It's beautiful.

You'll be a great couturier, my son.

Marie-Julie, a word please?

Get ut.

Out!

First, learn to knock!

Get out until you do!

Leave my room!

- Your room?

- Out, yes!

Get out!

Get out of this dressing room!

Get the f*** out!

Give us a minute.

All done.

It's not my voice speaking.

You OK?

I think I'm going crazy.

What?

I don't knowwho I am.

Calm down.

Try to talk about it.

I'm so scared.

What's happening to me?

Touch my heart.

Don't worry,

it's happened to me many times

Hold my hand.

I he perfect thing.

Here, drink up.

It's not working.

Please tell me stuff.

Wha stuff?

Doesn't matter, anything.

Close your eyes

Close your eyes.

Listen to my voice.

Not long ago,

I told myself what I was doing

was a rough sketch of the future,

not my real life.

Now,

my life is fo real.

It's my real life.

It's like my life writes itself.

It's not like I imagined.

Not long ago,

I meat a girl

with an undefinable sadness.

And now I don't feel so alone.

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