Violette

"Ugliness in a woman

is a mortal sin.

"If you're beautiful.

"you are looked at

for your beauty.

"If you're ugly.

"you are looked at

for your ugliness."

The door!

My money!

Here!

It's all I could get.

Where were you?

I was worried sick.

You take too much every time.

I spent 3 days in jail

thanks to you!

And I worked well

thanks to your absence.

You gave me the address

for the lamb and sausage.

Greed. my dear Violette.

is your vice not mine.

Without me. you'd be starving

in Paris. like everyone else!

- Can you get any beef?

- It's dear.

Here's an advance.

I can do a lot for you.

Do you want

to get yourself killed?

To think I washed my hair for you.

Here.

Smell.

When I leave you.

it will be too late.

It will kill you.

If you want to make me happy.

read my manuscript.

I need to know

what you think of it.

Well?

You don't like it?

It's just for your famous friends.

You never mention me. Ever.

If I wrote. I'd only talk

about my love for you.

Write.

I've been telling you for years.

I can't.

Take me in your arms.

Touch me.

Don't start this again!

Close your eyes.

Imagine I'm someone else.

You're mad!

You need treatment.

You're a monster.

a manipulator.

That's what you are!

You passed me off

as your wife!

You forced me to play

the young bride.

I'm trapped now.

We came here to eat our fill.

I wasn't to know the war would last.

Tell me about what you read.

Your opinion matters to me.

I won't tell you anything!

You're like my mother.

Selfish! Perverse!

And you a horrible female:

conformist and stupid!

There will be nothing between us.

Get that into your skull.

I could kill myself. you know!

Take this notebook.

Go park your arse

under an apple tree.

Spit out on paper everything

that makes you so unbearable.

We'll all be the better for it.

"My mother never took my hand."

"My mother never took my hand.

"She would help me off the pavement

"by pinching the loose cloth

around the armhole of my coat.

"Listen to me.

Try to understand."

"It was humiliating.

"I'd push her hand away.

"She'd pinch me harder

and lift me up

"like a chicken held by a wing.

"I would become limp

and stop walking.

"My mother saw my tears.

"'You want to get crushed?

You're crying?'

"It was she who crushed me."

My poor child.

I've only one thing to say to you.

All you have to do is continue.

Maurice!

You're leaving

without telling me?

I have to find money.

How will we live?

Let me go back to Paris.

I'll ask those cheapskates at the NRF

to buy my manuscript.

You thought it was alright.

And my rich pals

won't leave me like this.

You told me everyone hated you...

Shut up!

You'll get hurt.

You're raving!

I've killed no one.

That Jewish girl at the station...

She knew you.

Why did she give you money?

- Know what people are saying?

- Stop harassing me!

I'll be back in a week.

I can't live without you.

You're lying!

You won't come back.

You're abandoning me. too.

Who's there?

Maurice's friend.

Just a second.

My son wants to see you.

I'll let you in.

Come in.

Stay there. I'll be right back.

Here.

Simone de Beauvoir. who's she?

A friend of my son.

A woman writing such a big book!

Have you read it?

A story of a mnage 3.

no thank you!

A woman between 2 men?

A woman between a man

and a woman.

Here's my son.

- So you're Maurice's friend?

- I am.

Do you want me

to come see you?

Would you feel better

if I were with you?

He's stuck in Germany.

near Hamburg.

A pregnancy certificate

would secure his release.

I have a doctor.

It won't pose a problem.

Why did he go there?

He enrolled as a voluntary worker.

Things took a bad turn.

A bad turn.

what does that mean?

I shan't judge him.

He's my friend.

No. Find another dummy.

You're signing his death warrant.

You must be joking!

Maurice can manage without me.

- Who's there?

- It's me.

Coming!

You're in bed in the afternoon.

What's wrong this time?

We were expecting you for lunch.

Did you write this?

In the Prison...

Don't touch that!

What a cheerful title.

Here. Ox cheek.

Boil it for a long time.

It's for Michel.

Return the cloth.

You think of your brother now?

I'd like some eggs.

You see?

Tell him they're from me.

Can't you find a real job?

The war is over.

You're still living like a thief.

You're taking advantage too!

For once I'm making money.

Patou.

Well I never!

You're not depriving yourself.

With the money you're making.

you could rent something better.

I have other plans.

That?

- Yes?

- Miss Debaralle?

- It's me.

- Stay there.

- Here.

- Thanks.

It's the exact amount.

Debaralle. what an idea!

It's for business.

It's my father's name.

It had better not go to your head.

Debaralle. heavens!

If the police arrest you.

say your name's Debaralle.

That'd piss them off

in Valenciennes!

Hello. madam...

Dear madam...

No that.

Miss...

Hello. madam.

Dear...

Dear madam...

Hello. I read She Came to Stay.

Thank you for daring.

Here.

I put my life into it.

Sorry. I'm in a hurry.

I'll read it. I promise.

- I sold everything.

- You promised.

Go see Marcel.

Marcel!

- I need coffee and sugar.

- Forget it. Les Halles has reopened.

I've got a kilo of bacon

and some pt. That's all.

- OK. I'll take the lot. How much?

- 2.000.

That's a bit steep. 1.500.

OK. it's a deal.

Come on!

- My money! I lost my money.

- Get a move on.

I read your book.

Let's talk.

Tomorrow at 3pm.

You have my address.

Hello. Violette.

Hello. madam.

May I call you Violette?

Come in.

I must apologise first.

I took you

for a frivolous bourgeois.

whose childhood memories

would bore me. I was mistaken.

You've written a beautiful book.

Powerful. Intrepid.

That's what counts.

Have you been writing long?

No. Well. not much.

A few articles.

- Maurice made me.

- The Maurice in the book?

Yes. Maurice Sachs.

Ah. Maurice Sachs.

Has he read it?

The beginning.

He's in Germany.

Yes. I know.

Have you had any news?

No. And I'm not expecting any.

Maurice is the opposite of you.

He's someone who hides.

especially behind words.

But he gave you the impetus.

the desire to write.

The pages devoted to him

please me less.

It would be better to remove them.

Keep them for another book. maybe...

I intend to give your manuscript

to Albert Camus.

who's creating a collection

at the NRF.

Make the changes

as soon as possible.

You should rework

some passages.

Your father. for instance.

We know nothing.

He's a ghost.

His cowardice made you a bastard.

Go into more detail.

I need your manuscript in a week.

ten days at most.

We'll see each other again.

Well done. Violette.

We will work well together.

Doing that to me... Bastard!

No! No...

Go see.

- Is my mother here?

- Be nice to her.

Simone de Beauvoir liked my book.

I'm being published!

And I'm leaving Paris.

Ernest bought a farm

without consulting me.

You shouldn't have married him!

Don't make things worse!

It's hard enough as it is.

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