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Looking out across the sea

Hello, can you hear me?

How's Laurent, Jean-Luc and Joelle?

Do they still fish off the islands

At the spot we know so well?

There go the pips again

They tot up every word

I'm doing all the talking

Tell me what news you've heard

Tell me with whom you're dancing

What lies behind your words?

Hello, can you hear me

Reply. Are your Ups too slack?

Can't you speak any louder?

Will you be there if I call back?

I must be ringing off now

People are waiting outside

Although I have been babbling

I've hardly said a word

Hello, can you hear me?

They're getting impatient outside

In this world of dog eats dog

Who cares fora love that's died?

What are you doing?

- Trying the gears.

Is it a Porsche gearbox?

Get out!

Can you take us

to the nearest garage?

There's only room for your wife,

not you, too.

- I can sit in the back.

- No, you'll clobber my hood.

You'll break it.

Clear off, or I'll smash your face.

You're crazy!

Go on, clear off!

- He's nuts!

- He's mad!

Clear off!

But you said I could go with you.

If you like, but not him.

Roland!

Quick!

- Let me go!

- Wait.

- Go round.

- Let me...

Hold him while I start up.

Help!

- Police!

- Help!

Do you know if there's a garage

nearby?

Is Oinville that way?

All these jerks are dead.

Here's someone.

Hello.

Do you come from around here?

Are you local?

- Are you deaf?

- Are you blind?

Robbed in Los Angeles,

where one trades in dreams...

...I concealed the theft, committed

by an immigrant such as I...

...a reader of my poems...

...as I feared the deed might be

observed by... animals, let us say.

- Thank you, Miss Bront.

- Not at all, love.

- Miss...

- Yes, what?

Excuse me, but...

Which way is Oinville?

Poetical information

or physical information?

- Which way to Oinville?

- That way or this way?

Physics does not yet exist, only

individual physical sciences, maybe.

What a rotten film,

all we meet are crazy people.

It's your own fault.

Take it or leave it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Perhaps fate knows everything

and only appears to mishandle things.

Hesitatingly, it gives seven years

of happiness, then takes back two.

- Thank you, Emily.

- Not at all, love.

Miss, please!

- What is this?

- A pebble.

LEWIS CARROLL'S WAY

Poor pebble.

Ignored by architecture, sculpture,

mosaic and jewelry.

It dates from the beginning of the

planet, perhaps from another star.

Warped by space, like the stigmata

of its terrible fall.

It predates man. And man has not

embodied it in his art or industry.

He did not manufacture it

and thus decide its place.

The pebble perpetuates nothing more

than its own memory.

Obviously, minerals are neither

independent nor sensitive.

That's why it takes much to stir them.

The heat of a blowtorch,

for instance, or an electric arc...

...earthquakes, volcanoes

or eons of time.

Which way is Oinville?

And I ask you what this is.

Grass.

No. Poa nmoralis.

Where's Oinville?

And what is that?

Chestnut.

No. Castanea sativa.

The start of a new day,

in the gray dawn...

...vultures will take wing

to far shores...

...flying soundlessly

in the name of order.

- Thank you, miss.

- Not at all, love.

We've been in an accident,

people are expecting us.

And I beg you to help me

solve this problem.

What now?

One. A kitten which likes fish

is a good pupil.

Two. No tailless kitten

is ready to play with a gorilla.

Three. Kittens with whiskers

always love fish.

Four. No kitten fond of study

has green eyes.

Five. No kitten with whiskers

has a tail.

- What is the answer?

- No idea.

And this one.

One. No shark doubts

that it is well-armed.

Two. A fish that cannot dance

the minuet is worthy of contempt.

Three. Without three rows of teeth,

a fish is not assuredly well-armed.

Four. All fish except sharks

are kind to children.

Five. No corpulent fish

can dance the minuet.

Six. A fish with three rows of teeth

is unworthy of contempt.

What's the answer?

- No idea.

Miss Emily,

cease punishing petty crime

and big crime will die.

Ponder that black night,

in this vale of tears and horror...

...but exterminate

the big thieves today...

...for it is from them that

the chill and the night come...

...from them stems

this world of horror.

Enough!

Be he black or white, I demand

the death of the crocodile, murderer.

This isn't a novel, it's a film.

A film is life.

Cover the flowers in flame, stroke

their hair, teach them to read...

It's rotten of us, isn't it?

We have no right to burn

even a philosopher.

Can't you see they're only

imaginary characters?

- Why is she crying, then?

- No idea.

We're little more than that ourselves.

I said to myself:

What's the good of talking to them?

If they buy knowledge,

it's only to resell it.

They want knowledge

to sell at a profit.

They want nothing which would

stand in the way of their victory.

They don't want to be oppressed,

they want to oppress.

They don't want progress,

they want to be first.

They'll submit to anyone

who promises they can make the laws.

I wondered what I could say of them.

I decided it was that.

A TUESDAY:

IN THE 100 YEARS WAR

- We know nothing.

- Yes.

We're totally ignorant of ourselves.

We're totally ignorant

of what this worm is.

We're both enigmas.

Anyone who denies it

is the most ignorant of all.

Anyone who denies it

is the most ignorant of all.

Look, trousers by Eddy!

- How many days has it been now?

- Today's Thursday.

Your old man must have died by now.

Monday at the latest.

Your mother will be furious with us.

It's too bad, not fair.

I bet the old b*tch has altered his will.

She won't share now.

A little torture will change her mind.

I remember a few tricks from

when I was a lieutenant in Algeria.

Isn't that a truck coming?

Quick, off with those trousers

and lie down in the road!

Raise your knees!

Open them wide, you fool!

Are you going towards Oinville?

Well?

He needs help with his concert.

His helper's run off with some chick.

MUSICAL ACTION:

There's two sorts of music:

Music you listen to and music you don't.

Mozart you listen to.

Just imagine all the royalties...

...the poor man would get nowadays.

Music you don't listen to is what's

called modern serious music.

No one goes to the concerts.

Real modern music, paradoxically...

...is based on Mozart's harmonies.

You hear bits of Mozart...

...in Dario Moreno, the Beatles,

the Rolling Stones or whatever.

Fundamentally Mozart's harmonies.

Modern serious music

looked for others,

resulting in what is probably

the biggest disaster in the history of art.

I'll continue the sonata,

as all this bores you.

No, it's best to start again.

Not bad.

Extraordinary grace, isn't it?

Just think, when the poor man died...

...he was dumped into

a pauper's grave, like a dog.

How sad, when you think

of such melodic tenderness.

Do remember that all Vienna

attended his funeral, happily.

A snowstorm drove them off, though.

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