Partir un jour (2021) - full transcript
After graduating from high school, Julien left his hometown to build a bigger life in the capital, leaving his memories behind. And then one day, he had to come back, and that day his memories jumped out at him from between two packets of Pépito cookies.
For the desire you have
To guide your steps
To keep your emotions
To listen
to your beating heart
To know how to look
At a starry sky
Reaching out with your hands
To your destiny
Want more
Tomorrow again
Leaving one day without return
To erase our love
Without looking back
Not regretting
Thinking of tomorrow, starting over
"Andéol"? Is that a real name?
Hang on, if I take the last bus...
leaving at 9:04 PM,
I'll be back around 12, 12:30 AM.
Coo-ey!
No, but seriously...
No, you can't veto "Lucius"
and suggest "Andéol"!
Gotta go, I've been seen. Bye.
Your dad is in a filthy mood.
You OK, Mom?
- Good trip?
- Yeah.
BYE BYE
Remember where we live?
- Gérard, don't start!
- I'm interested.
Maybe he forgot.
Well, take an interest in the road.
- Remember we're moving tomorrow?
- Yes, Dad.
- Anna and my future grandson OK?
- Yeah.
"My future grandson"!
He'll be my grandson, too.
Let him answer.
Oh, God!
Sorry for bullying "your" son.
Well, I have some ideas for the name
if you like.
Yeah, great.
You only have that bag?
Not staying?
No, Mom,
I told you I had work to do.
Well...
you can write 300 pages
on us peasants...
but traveling 300 kms
to come see us...
that's another matter.
I never wrote that!
- Of course not.
- Wait a minute.
What are you doing?
Looking for my notes.
OK with you?
There we are.
"When you grew up
with your feet in cow shit,
you can run, but the stink follows you."
Page 144.
I didn't write "peasants".
Are you quoting my own book now?
Well, don't you like tributes?
- What're you doing?
- The author is here, for once.
You could've smiled for the photo!
Look at your miserable face.
And your haircut!
You can sign copies
for my friends in the choir.
And Chantal.
She keeps asking me.
- Who's Chantal?
- My friend from Le Tréport.
Her son's a bookseller.
He's your age.
Still hooked on those cookies?
Hey.
You've not changed much.
Maybe the hair a bit.
- Can I put this down?
- Sure.
I've changed a bit.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
So, are you lost?
No, I was looking
for the yogurt section.
This place is too big for me.
I meant, why are you in town?
But you can also tell me
why you're in the cookie aisle!
Yeah, I'm stupid!
Well, my parents are moving house
because my dad is retiring.
So, I've come to help them,
you know.
- Not taking over from him?
- Nope.
Do you often buy your own book?
No, it's not me.
It's my mother. It's for Chantal.
It's a friend of hers.
Her son has a bookstore in Le Tréport...
Lucky you're a better writer
than speaker!
I have a break. Coffee?
Well, actually,
I'm with my parents.
Tonight?
If you're free.
Well, I...
I don't know yet.
I was supposed to help them pack...
Never mind. See you in 10 years' time!
Well, leave me your number,
so if I'm free in the end...
Yeah, OK.
Here you are.
Little Julien Béguin's father is waiting
for him at the customer service desk.
I finish work at 7 PM
if your parents let you out till 12!
Call me.
Cherbourg Swimming Club
Since...
Since we...
will never...
live together...
Since we're crazy...
Since we're alone...
Since there are so many of them...
Even morals speak for them
I'd still like to tell you
Everything I've ever written
I drew it
from the ink of your eyes
You'll come to walk in my dreams
You'll always come from the side
where the sun rises
And if despite that
I manage to forget you
I'd still like to tell you
All that I have written
Will long have the scent of regret
I'm free in the end
Hey, Anna, it's me.
Well, I won't make it home tonight
in the end.
There's more to sort than I thought.
But I'll be back tomorrow,
I promise.
Kisses.
Juju, look, this guy...
Enough TV!
I wanted him to see the guy.
He knows everything.
He's won 52 times.
52! Imagine that.
Is your new novel progressing?
Yeah...
How many chapters are done?
10?
5?
Something like that.
Yeah, you haven't started!
I have!
Well, you can come to the new house
if you've got writer's block.
We don't mind. It's quiet.
I don't have writer's block.
I'm just trying to help.
Writing among peasants worked.
Dad!
Sorry.
You don't say that.
Forgive me. My mistake.
He's getting out his notebook again.
If you don't mind...
Here we are.
"Back home, the most cultivated thing
was the potato field
next to the highway."
Page 112.
Well, it's a joke.
We weren't surrounded
by Nobel Prize winners!
- True.
- What're you talking about?
It's true, come to think of it.
It's not wrong.
So, he calls us morons,
and you defend him?
Not us. It's a joke.
It's a joke that means we're morons.
I'll leave you
to finish your last night, lovers.
So soon?
We haven't had time to talk.
Make your complaints tomorrow morning.
'Night.
This isn't the evening I had planned.
At least you won't get harassed
by people asking about TV stars.
Most TV stars are very nice actually.
- Does this old trick still work?
- Yeah.
Show me
if you can still do the backstroke!
- Sorry.
- Shut doors make me nervous.
Don't worry,
I didn't see a thing.
It's like back in school.
What?
You promised
to show me your breasts.
On the way back from the UK.
You remember that?
I mostly remember
you don't keep your promises!
Is that why you came back?
To see my breasts!
It's crazy, it hasn't changed.
Not much changes here.
Have you done that job long?
Supermarket work?
Say it, it's not an insult.
No, but I...
It's been 5 years.
At first, it was a summer job.
It's OK. The girls are nice.
We have a laugh.
Never thought of leaving here?
Leaving this island paradise?
And... does that baby have a father?
Yes, I'm not the Virgin Mary!
Who is it?
- You don't know the Virgin Mary?
- Very funny.
Seriously.
It's Yohan.
Yohan...
Guiche?
No!
Wait, Yohan Guiche,
tracksuit, terrible acne, brush cut?
That Yohan Guiche?
Didn't he also do metal detecting?
He still does.
But he gave up the tracksuits.
You blew me out all through school
only to end up with Yohan Guiche!
If you hadn't run off to Paris,
I might not have ended up with him.
What do you mean?
- You know very well.
- No, I don't. What?
Are you serious?
- You didn't notice?
- No, I didn't!
Otherwise you would have noticed
that I noticed!
Couldn't you be simpler too?
You pick up the phone:
"Hi, Julien, it's me, I'm into you.
Want us to be together?"
Then, I would have noticed!
"Hi, Julien, I'm into you.
Want us to be together?"
It ain't exactly poetry.
Sorry I'm a bit more subtle!
Well, so subtle
that I didn't understand.
Yeah...
Is that why you never wrote to me?
I wrote 300 pages,
they're in all the bookstores!
No!
- What?
- No.
I didn't read it.
- Is this a joke?
- No, I didn't read it.
Unbelievable!
No, I was annoyed,
I didn't want to hear about you.
Crazy...
No, but I'll read it now. I will.
Yeah, I'll read it.
If you haven't bought
all the copies in the area!
We're such losers.
Maybe it was fate
that didn't want us to end up together.
Fate wanted me
to end up with Yohan...
Guiche!
Where were you?
Invited by some friends to a party,
we had fun, I didn't see the time!
- Oh, yeah?
- It's true!
I know you by heart.
Why do you act like a thief?
You're imagining things. I didn't want
to wake you up. What're you playing at?
I'm sick of you staying out late
and hanging out with those losers!
It's late, darling, keep it down.
They're not losers, they're my friends!
Friends?
Why do they call me when you're
not around? Out of respect for you?
The bastards!
Didn't you know?
They tell me about your exploits!
As soon as you go out,
they call me and hit on me.
You caught them at it!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool baby, or I'll say bye-bye!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool, man
or I'll say bye-bye!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool baby, or I'll say bye-bye!
Congratulations!
I was going to tell you.
Write me!
I'll read it this time.
So?
Time to go?
Shouldn't I ask you two that?
- Has Dad gone?
- At 5 AM, with the movers.
You know what he's like.
I'll try to call him.
I signed them for you.
Bye, Mom.
Gérard Béguin.
Dad, it's me.
I wanted to talk,
but I guess you're driving.
I wanted to tell you
the first line of my next book.
I saw that you like
to memorize my books.
"It's not enough to leave things
for things to leave you."
That'll be page 1.
Kisses.
You will forget the smiles, the looks
That spoke of eternity
All those words that we swear
To never forget
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
Your impatient patience
Hanging on the phone
The first date
That one night I finally give you
That night that changed my whole life
You will forget
If it was in April
In September or July
If it was sunny
Or if it was raining
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
The sun that my hands
Gave birth to in yours
The delirious happiness
That made your veins burn
And that cry to the sky
That ends in an "I love you"
You will forget
Everything about us
When your breath is short
When her eyes are blurry
When you make love to her
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
Like a movie playing on a black screen
Because love, you know, has no memory
No memory
No memory...
BYE BYE
Subtitles: J. Miller
Subtitling TITRAFILM
To guide your steps
To keep your emotions
To listen
to your beating heart
To know how to look
At a starry sky
Reaching out with your hands
To your destiny
Want more
Tomorrow again
Leaving one day without return
To erase our love
Without looking back
Not regretting
Thinking of tomorrow, starting over
"Andéol"? Is that a real name?
Hang on, if I take the last bus...
leaving at 9:04 PM,
I'll be back around 12, 12:30 AM.
Coo-ey!
No, but seriously...
No, you can't veto "Lucius"
and suggest "Andéol"!
Gotta go, I've been seen. Bye.
Your dad is in a filthy mood.
You OK, Mom?
- Good trip?
- Yeah.
BYE BYE
Remember where we live?
- Gérard, don't start!
- I'm interested.
Maybe he forgot.
Well, take an interest in the road.
- Remember we're moving tomorrow?
- Yes, Dad.
- Anna and my future grandson OK?
- Yeah.
"My future grandson"!
He'll be my grandson, too.
Let him answer.
Oh, God!
Sorry for bullying "your" son.
Well, I have some ideas for the name
if you like.
Yeah, great.
You only have that bag?
Not staying?
No, Mom,
I told you I had work to do.
Well...
you can write 300 pages
on us peasants...
but traveling 300 kms
to come see us...
that's another matter.
I never wrote that!
- Of course not.
- Wait a minute.
What are you doing?
Looking for my notes.
OK with you?
There we are.
"When you grew up
with your feet in cow shit,
you can run, but the stink follows you."
Page 144.
I didn't write "peasants".
Are you quoting my own book now?
Well, don't you like tributes?
- What're you doing?
- The author is here, for once.
You could've smiled for the photo!
Look at your miserable face.
And your haircut!
You can sign copies
for my friends in the choir.
And Chantal.
She keeps asking me.
- Who's Chantal?
- My friend from Le Tréport.
Her son's a bookseller.
He's your age.
Still hooked on those cookies?
Hey.
You've not changed much.
Maybe the hair a bit.
- Can I put this down?
- Sure.
I've changed a bit.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
So, are you lost?
No, I was looking
for the yogurt section.
This place is too big for me.
I meant, why are you in town?
But you can also tell me
why you're in the cookie aisle!
Yeah, I'm stupid!
Well, my parents are moving house
because my dad is retiring.
So, I've come to help them,
you know.
- Not taking over from him?
- Nope.
Do you often buy your own book?
No, it's not me.
It's my mother. It's for Chantal.
It's a friend of hers.
Her son has a bookstore in Le Tréport...
Lucky you're a better writer
than speaker!
I have a break. Coffee?
Well, actually,
I'm with my parents.
Tonight?
If you're free.
Well, I...
I don't know yet.
I was supposed to help them pack...
Never mind. See you in 10 years' time!
Well, leave me your number,
so if I'm free in the end...
Yeah, OK.
Here you are.
Little Julien Béguin's father is waiting
for him at the customer service desk.
I finish work at 7 PM
if your parents let you out till 12!
Call me.
Cherbourg Swimming Club
Since...
Since we...
will never...
live together...
Since we're crazy...
Since we're alone...
Since there are so many of them...
Even morals speak for them
I'd still like to tell you
Everything I've ever written
I drew it
from the ink of your eyes
You'll come to walk in my dreams
You'll always come from the side
where the sun rises
And if despite that
I manage to forget you
I'd still like to tell you
All that I have written
Will long have the scent of regret
I'm free in the end
Hey, Anna, it's me.
Well, I won't make it home tonight
in the end.
There's more to sort than I thought.
But I'll be back tomorrow,
I promise.
Kisses.
Juju, look, this guy...
Enough TV!
I wanted him to see the guy.
He knows everything.
He's won 52 times.
52! Imagine that.
Is your new novel progressing?
Yeah...
How many chapters are done?
10?
5?
Something like that.
Yeah, you haven't started!
I have!
Well, you can come to the new house
if you've got writer's block.
We don't mind. It's quiet.
I don't have writer's block.
I'm just trying to help.
Writing among peasants worked.
Dad!
Sorry.
You don't say that.
Forgive me. My mistake.
He's getting out his notebook again.
If you don't mind...
Here we are.
"Back home, the most cultivated thing
was the potato field
next to the highway."
Page 112.
Well, it's a joke.
We weren't surrounded
by Nobel Prize winners!
- True.
- What're you talking about?
It's true, come to think of it.
It's not wrong.
So, he calls us morons,
and you defend him?
Not us. It's a joke.
It's a joke that means we're morons.
I'll leave you
to finish your last night, lovers.
So soon?
We haven't had time to talk.
Make your complaints tomorrow morning.
'Night.
This isn't the evening I had planned.
At least you won't get harassed
by people asking about TV stars.
Most TV stars are very nice actually.
- Does this old trick still work?
- Yeah.
Show me
if you can still do the backstroke!
- Sorry.
- Shut doors make me nervous.
Don't worry,
I didn't see a thing.
It's like back in school.
What?
You promised
to show me your breasts.
On the way back from the UK.
You remember that?
I mostly remember
you don't keep your promises!
Is that why you came back?
To see my breasts!
It's crazy, it hasn't changed.
Not much changes here.
Have you done that job long?
Supermarket work?
Say it, it's not an insult.
No, but I...
It's been 5 years.
At first, it was a summer job.
It's OK. The girls are nice.
We have a laugh.
Never thought of leaving here?
Leaving this island paradise?
And... does that baby have a father?
Yes, I'm not the Virgin Mary!
Who is it?
- You don't know the Virgin Mary?
- Very funny.
Seriously.
It's Yohan.
Yohan...
Guiche?
No!
Wait, Yohan Guiche,
tracksuit, terrible acne, brush cut?
That Yohan Guiche?
Didn't he also do metal detecting?
He still does.
But he gave up the tracksuits.
You blew me out all through school
only to end up with Yohan Guiche!
If you hadn't run off to Paris,
I might not have ended up with him.
What do you mean?
- You know very well.
- No, I don't. What?
Are you serious?
- You didn't notice?
- No, I didn't!
Otherwise you would have noticed
that I noticed!
Couldn't you be simpler too?
You pick up the phone:
"Hi, Julien, it's me, I'm into you.
Want us to be together?"
Then, I would have noticed!
"Hi, Julien, I'm into you.
Want us to be together?"
It ain't exactly poetry.
Sorry I'm a bit more subtle!
Well, so subtle
that I didn't understand.
Yeah...
Is that why you never wrote to me?
I wrote 300 pages,
they're in all the bookstores!
No!
- What?
- No.
I didn't read it.
- Is this a joke?
- No, I didn't read it.
Unbelievable!
No, I was annoyed,
I didn't want to hear about you.
Crazy...
No, but I'll read it now. I will.
Yeah, I'll read it.
If you haven't bought
all the copies in the area!
We're such losers.
Maybe it was fate
that didn't want us to end up together.
Fate wanted me
to end up with Yohan...
Guiche!
Where were you?
Invited by some friends to a party,
we had fun, I didn't see the time!
- Oh, yeah?
- It's true!
I know you by heart.
Why do you act like a thief?
You're imagining things. I didn't want
to wake you up. What're you playing at?
I'm sick of you staying out late
and hanging out with those losers!
It's late, darling, keep it down.
They're not losers, they're my friends!
Friends?
Why do they call me when you're
not around? Out of respect for you?
The bastards!
Didn't you know?
They tell me about your exploits!
As soon as you go out,
they call me and hit on me.
You caught them at it!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool baby, or I'll say bye-bye!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool, man
or I'll say bye-bye!
You know you're the only one for me,
stay cool baby, or I'll say bye-bye!
Congratulations!
I was going to tell you.
Write me!
I'll read it this time.
So?
Time to go?
Shouldn't I ask you two that?
- Has Dad gone?
- At 5 AM, with the movers.
You know what he's like.
I'll try to call him.
I signed them for you.
Bye, Mom.
Gérard Béguin.
Dad, it's me.
I wanted to talk,
but I guess you're driving.
I wanted to tell you
the first line of my next book.
I saw that you like
to memorize my books.
"It's not enough to leave things
for things to leave you."
That'll be page 1.
Kisses.
You will forget the smiles, the looks
That spoke of eternity
All those words that we swear
To never forget
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
Your impatient patience
Hanging on the phone
The first date
That one night I finally give you
That night that changed my whole life
You will forget
If it was in April
In September or July
If it was sunny
Or if it was raining
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
The sun that my hands
Gave birth to in yours
The delirious happiness
That made your veins burn
And that cry to the sky
That ends in an "I love you"
You will forget
Everything about us
When your breath is short
When her eyes are blurry
When you make love to her
You will forget
You will forget me
You will forget
Like a movie playing on a black screen
Because love, you know, has no memory
No memory
No memory...
BYE BYE
Subtitles: J. Miller
Subtitling TITRAFILM