Three Colors: Blue

THREE COLORS:

BLUE:

Come on, Anne.

Get in.

Are you able to talk?

During the... Were you conscious?

I'm sorry to have to inform you...

Do you know?

Your husband died in the accident.

But you weren't conscious

all that time.

Anne?

Yes, your daughter too.

Is someone there? Who did it?

Mr. Leroy?

Please call the guards. Somebody

broke a window on the 1st floor.

I'll look in the garden.

I can't do that.

- I broke the window.

- Don't worry.

We'll replace it.

- I am sorry.

- Don't worry.

- Is it today?

- This afternoon. At 17.00.

Can I do anything for you?

We gathered to pay respects

to the memory of the man

and composer,

known as one of the

most outstanding in the world.

Nobody can accept

that he is gone.

We also mourn his 5 year-old

daughter.

Who died by his side.

Patrice, millions of men

and women

awaited the music you composed

for the Unification of Europe,

which we all hope to

celebrate soon.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- I know you don't want to see me.

- Right.

- Can I come in?

- No.

Julie, I don't want an interview.

- What then?

- I'm writing an article about your husband.

- I need to know something.

- About what?

The concert

for the Unification of Europe.

- It doesn't exist.

- You've changed.

- You were not so rude before.

- Haven't you heard?

I lost in my daughter and

husband in an accident.

Is it true you wrote

your husband's music?

Good morning.

Bernard!

- Good morning madam.

- Did you do what I asked?

- Did you clear the blue room?

- Everything.

Madam, we're all deeply sorry.

Marie?

Why are you crying?

Because you're not.

I keep thinking about them.

I remember everything.

- No thanks.

- Lets sit down.

This could take a while

- I'll be right back

Nobody must know about it.

You will pay for my mother's

rest home for the rest of her life.

You will take care of

Marie and the gardener.

You will sell all our property

and pay all the money

in one account.

- 27-0641-196?

- Yes.

May I ask why?

No.

Would you excuse me.

- But what will you have left?

- My own account.

I haven't started yet.

- I put it aside...

- The day I left?

- Yes

Here it is. I was waiting

to hear from you.

You were right.

A lot of corrections.

No more than usual.

It's beautiful.

I love this chorus.

It's Julie. Do you love me?

- Yes.

- Since when?

Since I started working with

Patrice.

- Do you think of me?

- Yes.

Come if you want to.

- Now?

- Yes. Now. Right away.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Olivier?

- I fell.

- Please take it off.

The rest too.

They took everything.

Only the mattress is left.

I appreciate what you did for me.

But you see I'm like others.

I sweat, cough.

I have cavities.

You won't miss me.

You understand that now.

Shut the door when you leave.

Julie!

I don't want any children

in the building.

Let me ask you something.

It may help.

- What do you do?

- Nothing.

- I mean, for a living?

- Nothing.

I have what you are looking for.

But the apartment needs repairing.

It may take a while.

- Can I live there now?

- Sure. It needs a quick paint.

- Can I look see it now?

- Yes.

- What is your name?

- Julie de Courcy, with a "Y".

Sorry, Julie Vignon. I am

going back to my maiden name.

- Coffee and ice cream?

- As usual.

Is anybody there?

Is anybody there?

- I'm sorry for the noise. I've almost finished

- I haven't heard anything.

Can I come in?

I heard you got locked out

last week.

Your husband lent me a blanket.

I spent the night in the stairwell.

I wanted you to sign this.

- What is it?

- Everyone has signed already.

We don't want loose women in our building.

The young woman downstairs...

- I don't want to get involved.

- She is a whore.

I don't care.

You are in perfect health.

Everything is fine.

You are in good spirits.

- Hello, it's Antoine.

- It is for you.

My name is Antoine.

You don't know me...

No I don't. Excuse me.

- Who is it?

- Some boy.

He has been looking for you.

I said he could call.

- Lets meet. It's important.

- Nothing is important.

- It is about an object.

- What?

A necklace with a cross.

I'd forgotten about it.

I found it near the car.

I couldn't keep it.

That's stealing.

If you want to ask me something,

I got there just after...

No.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to return the necklace...

- I wanted to ask you something too.

- Yes?

When I opened the door...

your husband was still alive.

He said...

I don't understand.

He said "Now try coughing."

He was telling us a joke.

It's about a woman who can't stop

coughing. She sees a doctor.

He examined her and gave her a pill.

She swallowed it.

And asked "What was it?"

"The most powerful laxative".

"A laxative for a cough?"

"Yes. Try coughing now."

It made us laugh.

Then the car crashed.

My husband always liked

to repeat the punch line.

You returned it.

It is yours.

Are you sick?

Are you ok?

- You always gotta hold onto something.

- What did you say?

Thank you.

- For what?

- I'm staying.

In order to throw me away,

they had to collect signatures

of all occupants.

Your place is nice.

When I was a little girl,

I had a lamp like this.

I'd stand under it

and stretch out my hand.

I wanted to jump

and touch it.

I forgot all about it.

Where did you find it?

I found it.

Souvenir?

Do you live here alone?

Yes.

I could never spend

a night alone.

Something must have happened.

You are not the type someone dumps.

Forgive me, I talk too much.

Poor guy.

- Who?

- He was asleep there last night.

He's gone now but left the flute.

Julie?

A coffee.

I searched everywhere.

And I found you.

Nobody knows where I live.

It took a few months.

Then I got lucky.

My cleaning lady's daughter

saw you in the area.

I've come here ever since.

I miss you.

Did you run away?

From me?

Do you hear what he is playing?

- It sounds like...

- Yes.

I've seen you. Maybe that will

do for now.

I'll try.

- How do you know this music?

- I invent lots of things. I like to play.

Just a second.

A problem with your place?

No. I would like another one

like this.

- I can manage that but it will take time.

- How long?

You cut yourself.

My cat scratched me.

Mom?

Marie-France.

It's me. Julie.

Come to me.

I've heard you are dead.

You seem fine.

Very young.

You were always younger,

you look 30 now.

I'm not your sister,

but daughter. I'm 33.

I know.

I was kidding.

I have everything here.

The TV...

I see the entire world.

- Do you watch too?

- No.

Tell me about your house,

husband...

children...

- Or about you?

- Mom...

My husband and daughter are dead.

I have no home anymore.

I heard about it.

I was happy before.

I loved them and they loved me.

Mom, are you listening to me?

I am listening to, Marie-France.

Now I have only one thing

left to do:

Nothing.

I don't want anymore friends,

belongings, love. Those are all traps.

Do you have money, my child?

To get by?

- Yes I have enough.

- That's important.

You can't give up everything.

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