Un Coeur en Hiver Page #4

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- Don't stay out here, it's cold

- Leave me alone!

You hardly slept last night

I don't sleep if you can't

We aren't tied together

I could go, if you want,

leave you alone

I never said that. Don't go on

When I got back, she'd collapsed

there; she'd been drinking

I had to carry her and she was sick

Now she's shut up in her room

He said something that humiliated her

I'm to blame, too

I should have paid more attention,

talked to her or to you

But it seemed to me...

- Is she asleep?

- I don't think so

No, I can hear her

- What's your pleasure?

- Nothing

I went to your place,

thought you might be here

Would you like some?

Who is this man, what is he?

An "ear"

A genius with his hands,

as his friend Maxime says

Friend if it suits

the interests of both

Friendship doesn't come into it

This is good wine... not that I'd know

They're nice, these little diners

Afterwards you go home...

or not, depending

I haven't heard you play, but Stphane

says you've been recording. It seems...

What is she talking about?

I'll leave you

I can't... I can't take it

We can't just leave it like this

Say something

I told you the truth

You know you didn't

At the studio that day it rained,

I didn't imagine your attentiveness

That's my job

Don't tell me I was just

any musician

- Your way of looking at me...

- I was sincere

Everything we said to each other...

But we didn't say anything

Or was it I who...

no, it's not possible

But why?

I told you why

But if it was to get at your friend,

you should have f***ed me

Sordid, but at least it's life

Stop this

It's nothing! You're nothing!

Embarrassed? Let them have their fun

Old strait-lace...

...wishes he were elsewhere

It seems he loves music...

...because "it's the stuff of dreams"

and nothing to do with life

You know nothing of dreams. You have

no imagination, no heart, no balls

You've nothing in there!

I'm sorry, but I think...

What's happened to me?

What am I doing?

Don't worry, I'm going

I'm ashamed

That's it, finished

I told your mother seven o'clock

Don't forget the ladder

Is Stphane sleeping here?

Can he mend my truck?

What had you in mind?

Disrupting things...

...the pleasure of demystification?

But one can't demistify feelings

No one can boast that sort of pride

Maybe you felt unworthy of her

Calm down, my pet

It will soon pass

You'd lost your book, is that it?

I'll help you cool down a bit

You frightened me, you know

You should have called me

You want to get up?

I feel better now

Easy does it; lean on me

I thought I'd had it

- Has Vincent left already?

- School's at eight

I'm hungry

Did you sleep well?

You weren't cold?

It hasn't rained as they said

it would. The wind's changed

If the agency calls,

remember to confirm

Is Camille in?

Do you really think...

I'd like to talk to her

The Lambertis at six, then

I'm sorting things before

going on tour

I'm not here with excuses;

I wanted to see you

You're seeing me

Will you be away long?

About three months. Japan, no Germany

first. Rgine has the schedule

Can you forget the things I said?

They were true

I know I'm not nothing; I'm good at

what I do. But you were right

Something in me isn't alive

I can never manage...

I've been too late for so long

I failed you and I lost Maxime

It's myself, I destroy

No use telling myself...

...I had to tell you

You have, and now I'm the empty one

She isn't in... later this afternoon

I'll be seeing her, so I'll tell her

I must get ready

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know

Good luck

Brice, the clamp, please

- Did they come about the shelves?

- Tomorrow

You I can tell... it was

through a personal ad

He's great; full of humour, just

macho enough, reads a lot

I'm sure he has faults,

but I don't see them

- What does he do?

- Vineyards in the south-west

I'll still see you; I won't

get buried in vines

I listened to Camille's record.

It's good

Do you think of her often?

Must finish the inventory

- You've sold up?

- No, got a manager, but who knows?

Let's have dinner before you go

At Carlo's... time heals all...

or my place

The pegs are a bit tight; we'll

polish them if you leave it

For late this afternoon

You're well set up here,

nice and light

I came to see how you

pinch our customers

Landron said he was going with you

But don't worry, I'm doing fine

That's nice

- How long has it been, eight months?

- And a half

Camille's fine. Of course

there was a while...

Now she's back to normal,

working hard

She comes and goes

You know how violinists are

You sleep here?

Perhaps we could merge, as partners

not friends this time

No, you're right; better not

I went to see Lachaume

He's not well

He's suffering, doesn't talk any more

He wants to die

You know he's getting married?

- How old are you?

- Twenty-two

- So young

- How should I take that?

As a compliment. He'll stand witness?

I hope he's up to it

Your tickets, Brice

A good competition this year

Did you see the fourteen-year-old

yesterday?

So you have a workshop now?

Still looking after Camille?

We see less of each other.

She has Maxime

You know she's off to Paris?

You should go and see her

How are things with you?

I'm getting old

Do it fast

I'll send you some customers

He's been asking for three days

But I can't... I can't

He was so hard on himself...

...but when he laughed, it was...

Where's she playing tonight?

In Brussels, at the Monnaie

I'll get the car

You loved him?

The only person I did,

I've long thought

And you... are you all right?

I think so, yes

Maxime, too?

- You're playing in Paris next week?

- Will you come to hear me?

I'm glad I've seen you again

Me, too

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