Three Colors: Blue Page #2

- Mom?

- Yes?

Was I afraid of mice

during my child days?

You weren't.

Julie was afraid.

I'm afraid now.

Thank you.

- Nice to see you. Come in.

- Can I ask you something?

- My wife is out. Please come in.

- Can you lend me your cat?

- Excuse me?

- Cat. For a few days.

It is not castrated.

It can be aggressive.

I am not sure it likes you.

- What are you doing here?

- I saw you from the bus.

You were running like crazy.

Are you crying?

It is the water.

- You don't wear underwear?

- Never.

I borrowed the cat from the neighbor,

to kill the mice. It had babies.

It's normal, Julie.

Are you afraid to go back?

I'll go clean up.

I'll see you at my place.

It's Lucille. Take a taxi here.

I will pay you back.

- Now? It is late.

- 23.30. You have 25 minutes. It's important.

I can't.

I beg you. I never asked you

for anything. Please come.

Where?

Cita de Midi 3. Near Pigalle.

First door on the left. There's a buzzer.

Say it's for me. You'll come?

I am here for Lucille.

You came.

Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

- Are you angry?

- No.

We are on in 5 minutes.

Get me ready.

After I changed,

I came here for a drink.

I looked around the audience,

for no reason.

In the middle... of the first

row, I saw my father.

He seemed tired.

And sleepy.

But he was starring a girl's ass.

The shithead who let you in

wouldn't make him leave.

He told me, that if he pays,

he has a right to watch.

I didn't know who I could count on.

I was desperate.

I didn't know who to talk to.

- That's why I phoned you.

- And your father?

his watch and left.

At 23.45 is the last train

to Montpellier.

Why do you do this?

Because I like to.

I think everybody likes to.

- You saved my life.

- I didn't do anything.

- I asked you to come and you did.

- No.

Julie...

Isn't that you?

Lucille, we are on.

It's me.

European Council proposes you

to finish the composition of

Patrice De Courcy.

I agreed. I am working on it now.

I'm trying to understand

Patrice. It's not easy.

Can you tell something

about this score, shown here

for the very first time?

It's the first part of the concert

Patrice composed,

commissioned by

the European Council.

The concert was to be played

just once

by twelve symphonic orchestras

in the 12 EU cities.

Patrice was a secretive man.

Only his wife, Julie, would

understand him.

I tried asking her to participate

in this program, but

she refused.

I assume that these documents

are from your archives.

No, they are not archives.

Who can predict?

They are photos and documents which

I found in his desk at the Conservatory.

His wife didn't want them.

I am not sure

I should show them.

He was a great man. One of the

most important composers of our time.

People like him belong to everybody.

I'll be five minutes.

Where did I put it?

A green calling card.

- Did you watch TV today?

- No.

I found it. Her number at home

and at work.

Why do you need this?

Today, on TV, she showed the

scores I took from you.

After the accident, when

nothing was sure, I made a copy.

When you picked it up,

I knew you'd destroy it.

- I kept the copy and sent it to Strasbourg.

- Why did you do that?

The music is so beautiful.

You can't destroy things like that.

Olivier!

I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

- I heard you're finishing Patrice's concert.

- I thought I could try...

You can't.

You have no right. It won't be the same.

I said I'd try.

I don't know if I'll finish.

I'll tell you why. It was a way...

that's what I thought, to make you cry, run.

The only way of making you say,

"I want" or "I don't want".

- It's not fair.

- You didn't leave me any choice.

- You have no right to.

- You want to see what I've done?

I'm not sure I understood.

If I could play for you...

Do you know what the chorus sings?

I thought Patrice had told you.

In Greek, the rhythm is different.

- Who was that girl?

- What girl?

In the photos on the program.

She was with Patrice.

Didn't you know?

Just tell me, were they together?

Yes.

Since when?

Several years.

- Where does she live?

- Near Montparnasse.

They often met at the courts.

She is a lawyer.

Or she works for one.

What do you want to do?

Meet her.

Excuse me.

What about equality?

Is it because I don't speak French

that the court won't hear my case?

Excuse me.

Yes?

- You were my husband's mistress?

- Yes.

I didn't know. I just found out.

It's a shame.

Now you'll hate him, and me too.

I don't know...

Of course you will.

It is his child?

Yes.

But he didn't know.

I found out after the accident.

I didn't want a child but it happened.

Now I want to keep it.

Do you have a cigarette?

You shouldn't.

Do you want to know

when and where?

No.

- You want to know if he loved me?

- Yes, that was my question.

Why ask, I know he loved you.

Yes.

He loved me.

Julie...

Will you hate me now?

Come in.

What happened?

You met her?

Once you asked me

to take Patrice's papers.

- You didn't want to.

- No, but if I had...

- The photos were among them?

- Yes.

If I had taken them,

I'd have known.

And if I had burned them,

I'd never have known.

That's right.

Maybe it's better this way.

Can you show me

what you've composed?

- These are violins?

- The altos.

And now...

Wait a second. Lighter,

without the percussions.

Lets remove the trumpets.

- Instead of a piano...

- A Flute?

Flute... Start back here.

That's as far as I got.

- And the finale?

- I don't know.

There was a paper.

The counterpoint was supposed

to come back.

He told me, it is memento.

Try weaving it back in.

Van den Budenmayer?

He wanted to allude to him at the

end. You know how much he loved him.

- Are you still in touch with our lawyer?

- Sometimes.

- Did he sell the house yet?

- I don't know.

- I doubt it. He'd have called.

- Tell him not to.

If you can handle all this,

will you show me?

Yes.

There was a mattress inside.

Mr. Olivier bought it.

- I didn't think you would need it.

- That's fine.

Good morning.

Have you been here before?

No. Never.

Upstairs are the bedrooms and the

office. I'll show you them later.

This is the Kitchen.

It's always been like this.

- Is it a boy or a girl?

- Boy.

Have you chosen a name?

Yes.

I thought... he should have

his name and his house.

- Do you still need me?

- No, you can go home. Thank you.

- I knew it.

- What?

- Patrice told me a lot about you.

- Really? Like what?

That you are good.

That's what you want to be.

People can always count on you.

Even me.

I'm sorry.

It's me. I finished.

Come pick it up tomorrow.

Or now, if you're not too tired.

I'm not tired. But I will not

come for the score.

What?

I won't pick it up. I've been thinking it

for a week. This music can be mine.

A little heavy and awkward,

but mine.

Or yours, but everyone

would have to know.

Are you there?

Yes.

You right.

Its me. I wanted to ask you.

You really sleep on the mattress?

Yes.

- You never told me.

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