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He's going to need your help.

You can depend on me.

Good.

Beatrice stopped by.

She brought us dinner.

Hm.

You'll have to thank her for me.

And Baldabiou

sent over a dozen quail.

God knows where he got them.

Probably sent someone

on a journey.

There's things that

I haven't told you, Helene.

I know.

I just-I couldn't

find the words.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Do you remember the first day

you showed me the land?

You said there'd be

a garden there.

You said, "This is

where we'll grow old. "

Are we old, Herv?

She died in late April...

A few days before her lilies bloomed.

And then, something

extraordinary happened.

Aah!

The one-handed Baldabiou...

Hmm.

Pulled off an impossible shot.

Fancy that.

So, he gave his mill to Verdal,

packed one suitcase,

and he left for good.

I knew a man once who

built his own railroad.

And the beautiful thing is,

he built it completely straight,

without a single curve.

He had a reason for that.

I can't recall what it was.

The reasons get forgotten.

Not long after that,

I found something

that sent me

on another journey...

though not quite

as far this time.

She's gone, sir.

Gone to Paris.

Yes, but do you have

an address for her?

I'm sorry.

I cannot help you.

Thank you very much.

How did you find me?

I've knocked on

every door in Paris.

It was you who wrote

that letter, wasn't it?

Wasn't it?

It was not I who wrote it.

It was Helene.

She had already

written it when she came to see me.

She asked me to copy it out

in Japanese, and I did.

She read me that letter.

She read those words

with a voice

That I have

never been able to forget.

I know

it's hard to understand...

But I heard her read

that letter...

and more than anything...

she wanted to be that woman.

She was that woman.

Farewell.

Ludovic.

Good day, sir.

What are you doing here

on a Sunday?

You shouldn't work

on a Sunday.

I have a few things to finish,

Some trimming and weeding.

How was your trip to Paris?

Fine. Thank you.

Would you like to sit with me?

Of course.

I think you like this place

as much as I do.

Very much, sir.

In a way, I suppose

it's your garden, too.

Remember that little tree

I planted with Madame?

It's grown so tall now.

I'm sorry, sir.

Don't be sorry.

Silly.

Death is a strange thing,

Ludovic.

Strange.

But why should

I tell you about this?

Why now?

Maybe I just need

to tell someone...

and maybe it's you.

I guess it all began

when I came back home

on leave from the army,

when I first saw Helene.

And now you know the real story.

It's late now.

Finish your work tomorrow.

My beloved...

do not be afraid.

Do not speak.

Stay as you are.

I'm here at your side.

Do you feel me?

When I touch you

for the first time,

you will feel the warmth,

but you will not know where.

Perhaps,

it will be on your eyes.

Who could ever erase

this moment?

There is no end to it,

don't you see?

What we were meant to do,

we have done.

Believe me, my love,

we have done it forever.

And if it serves your happiness,

do not hesitate for a moment

to forget this woman,

who now says,

without a trace of regret...

Farewell.

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