La Ronde (1950) - full transcript

And I, what have I to do with
this story, La Ronde?

Am I the author?

The compére?

A passer-by?

I am you, any one of you

The incarnation of your
desire...
your desire to know everything

People never grasp reality
in its entirety

Why? Because they see only
one aspect of things

I see them all, because I see...
in the round

This enables me to be everywhere
at once. Everywhere

But where are we now?



On a stage?

In a studio?

Who can tell?

In a street

We're in Vienna... 1900

A change of clothes

1900... we are in the past

I adore the past

It's so much more restful
than the present...

...so much more reliable
than the future

There's the sun

It's springtime

You can tell that the scent
of love is in the air, can't
you?

What else before love can begin
its round? A waltz



Here is the waltz

The waltz whirls,
the carousel whirls...

...and the rounds of love can
begin

The world's a stage
that spins and spins

Clouds fall to earth as rain

Rainwater turns to clouds again

Respectable woman
or susceptible jade

Gentleman of leisure
or soldier by trade

All are led the same merry dance

When love chooses its victims
of chance

Now the carousel is under way

As twilight marks the end of day

See here come the lady of sin

And the rondo of love can begin

- Coming with me, handsome?
- You misunderstand, Madame

- Madame? Are you having me on?
- I never have anyone on

- Are you coming or not, then?
- I'm not playing the game

- The game?
- I spin the wheel

You understand? It starts with
you

So position yourself at the
corner
of the street, if you will

You hear that?

Yes, it's the army... soldiers
again

There always are soldiers

But your one is the sixth

- He'll be like all the rest
- Yes, but he'll go with you

The Tart and the Soldier

Coming with me, handsome?
Don't you want to?

"Handsome"? Me?

Who do you think I mean? I live
close by; come and warm up a bit

I must return to barracks

You've time and it's nicer
at my place

- I bet it is
- Not so loud, there are cops
about

Are you joking? I've a short way
with cops

- A scrapper, are you?
- A bit

- Leave me alone, I've no money
- I don't want money

Are you Rothschild's daughter?

No, but civilians pay;
for boys like you it's free

Free?

You must be the one Michel
met...
at the Schiffsgasse café

I've met more than one of
you boys there

All right, but hurry

You can't wait now it's free.
You could at least give me a
kiss

- Been in the army long?
- Do you want my life story?

- Where do you live?
- Ten minutes walk away

You said it was close

It is if you like me

I like you, but it's too far

Come and see me tomorrow, then

Give me your address

- No, you won't come
- I tell you I will

If my place is too far,
come over here

No one will bother us

- I don't like it here
- I like it anywhere

This is losing time

Watch your feet; this is
suicide corner

You're a funny little thing

- There's a bench over there
- We're not standing on ceremony

I'd have liked a boy like you

No, I'm the jealous type

Sorry, this is my first disguise

Don't start that row again!

Seen Franz? He's got my spurs

Franz is otherwise engaged

Yes, and taking rather too long
about it

Not so fast

I'll be on a charge

- At least tell me your name
- What's the difference?

- I'm Léocadie
- That's a weird one

Not even a farewell cigarette?

I've run out. Good night!

Some night I'd have if they were
all as hard-up as you

Go on, miser! Look how the
bastard runs!

Look at him running away! The
bastard!
Not even a cigarette!

That's men for you!

Just in time to keep
the carousel going

Hurry, or you'll catch it

What's it to you?

You mustn't be confined to
barracks
on Saturday

Hurry!

Back to barracks the soldier
goes

But the time till Saturday
quickly flows

And at the dance-hall
once again free

He meets Mademoiselle Marie

I didn't want to at first,
remember?

It's not my fault you're so
sweet

You're the nicest little armful
of all tonight, Mademoiselle
Marie

Sampled them all, did you?

You can tell, just by dancing

You danced more with that
frightful
blonde than with me

Five times. I was beginning
to wonder...

...how you could like dancing
with that awful face

Her brother's a friend of mine

- The one with the waxed
moustache?
- No, with the gravelly voice

That proves nothing

It means she's out of bounds.
Let's sit down

No, Monsieur Franz,
it's too dark here

- Fear not, I am with you
- That's just it

You must learn to trust me

We haven't known each other
long enough

We know each other as well as
some married couples

There's a seat

Taken!

Don't be afraid

There's another bench;
let's sit for a while

All right, if you'll be good,
Franz.
Promise?

Listen, pal...

Sorry, sir

I think I left my sword on the
seat

Remember: A soldier should never
be
parted from his sword

It was only a minute...

Even so, a sword is a sword

Don't let it happen again

- You're so masterful
- That's how one commands men

As for pretty women...

- What's wrong?
- I'm buckling my sword

Franz, you're a bad boy

- Do you love me?
- Of course

- What's the rush?
- To get back

- Where?
- The dance

There's no point in hanging
about
the park any more

Do you really love me, Franz?

Listen to the music

- You want to dance
- Why not?

I can't, I must get back.
I'll catch it, as it is

My mistress doesn't like me
going out

If you must, you must

I thought you'd see me home

You want me to go with you?

It's so dreary going all alone

Where's the house where you
work?

In the Porzellangasse

That's on my way

But I don't want to go just yet;
I've a pass until midnight

I see. It's that frightful
blonde's
turn now

I don't think she's so frightful

Men are horrible

Please, Franz, no more dancing
tonight

Stay with me a little longer

Sit and wait for me if you like.
Are you thirsty?

A beer for the young lady,
please

I don't want to dance any more
tonight

I don't know you. Who are you?

Nobody. Or, rather, anybody

- What do you want?
- To ask you to take a little
walk

I must get back

I'm afraid you are going to be
sacked for sneaking out

I'll have to find another job,
won't I?

You'll find one, believe me

No better and no worse
than any other

But two months from now,
fate will be very kind to you

Where are we? Where are you
taking me?

We are taking a little stroll
through time

Two months. That's a long time

You are there already. Just look

This is the house

Go upstairs... go on

It's your new job

Are you sure? Really?

I'm sure. Go on, pluck up your
courage

You're not going to leave me
alone?

I must; but don't worry, your
soldier will be much nicer to
you

Let's hope it's not too late

Waltz and turn

It is his turn now to adore

But your heart is a bit flighty

And worships another more

The Maid and the Young Man

Dear Mademoiselle Marie
I got your new address

I'm glad your new employers are
nice
But how old is the son?

I saw you yesterday when
we were on parade

You didn't acknowledge my sign

Was that on purpose
or didn't you see me?

Dear Monsieur Franz

Monsieur and Madame are away
so I've plenty of time to write

I was so glad to get your letter

But how old is the son?

You rang, Monsieur Alfred?

Yes, Marie, I rang.
What was it I wanted?

Oh yes, would you close the
shutters,
please?

It won't be so hot

You're very brave, Monsieur
Alfred...

...working in this weather

Bring me a glass of water

Let it run until it's nice and
cold

Don't spill it

- I wonder what time it is?
- Nearly five, Monsieur Alfred

Marie... didn't I hear the
doorbell?

No, are you expecting someone?

Yes. You know Professor
Schuller?

The man with the beard
who came two days ago?

Yes, he comes twice a week,
at five

He's coaching me in French.
What time is it?

A quarter to five

Well, he's always a bit late

- I thought...
- What did you think, sir?

It's just that your bodice...

Don't you like my bodice, sir?

It's blue, isn't it?

You dress very nicely

- Aren't you too hot?
- It's broad daylight, sir

You're quite right, Marie

Don't mind me

You're so lovely, you don't have
to
mind anyone

Oh Marie, your hair smells so
nice

I saw you one evening, you know,
when I came home very late

I went to the kitchen for
some water

The door of your room was open,
so...

I saw things

Your skin is so white

Suppose someone rings?

We won't answer

Which floor, sir?

The third

The lady and gentleman are away

I know; it's their son I'm to
see

He isn't in

But he told me he wasn't going
with his parents

He must have changed his mind

No, he's expecting me

Really?

Who are you, anyway?

You wouldn't know me; I'm new

No one's there, I assure you

I imagine you'll find that
the shutters are closed

Well, thank you for saving me
the climb

Don't thank me; just keeping
it going

Keeping what going?

The carousel, Professor

The carousel?

I'm sure someone rang

Go and see

Nobody's there

He can't have come

How very fortunate

I'm going for a walk;
I need to take the air

I feel ten years older

Enjoy your walk, Monsieur Alfred

You're not angry with me?

I'm sure I'll be seeing you
again

- Naturally. Why do you say
that?
- No reason

I'll see you later

Yes, Monsieur Alfred

Soon after that gala day

Seized by love's dizzy sway

The young man's eager head

Was turned by one already wed

Whirl and whirl, my manikins

Oft of love the young man sings

But virtue stills his fevered
pleas

When he craves boons she flees

If flowers have their subtle
charms

Here are roses in his arms

Yet not quite enough to sway

Her modesty from virtue's way

A sip of wine that intoxicates

Would soon lure to heaven's
gates

But a lady of such airy graces

Does not drink in public places

So pay the rent

On discreet rooms

The key is lent

And new hope looms

One fine day at the appointed
hour

Burning with ardour he enters
the bower

He waits as blithe as a bird

Today she has given her word

Wait for me

Five minutes

The Young Man and the Married
Woman

Shut the door quickly

Were you followed?

I hope not, I changed cabs three
times. What madness

What time is it?

A quarter to six. You're not
late

What a nice place you have

So cosy

- Is it really your place?
- Well, yes... at present

- Since when?
- For some time

Won't you sit down?

Yes, I'm so nervous I can
hardly stand

You'll feel better with your
cape off

And your veil

Two

You'll feel better with your hat
off

You're more lovely than ever

How sweet. Do you love me?

How can you doubt it?

Then prove it by letting me go

I am here as you wished.
You promised to behave

- And now good-bye
- Don't torture me, Emma

- The five minutes are over
- Barely five seconds

What time is it? Five to six.
I should be at my sisters

Let her wait; you see her every
day

Oh Alfred, why did I listen to
you?

I've thought about you so often,
Emma, and I know you're unhappy

Life is so dreary

So empty and so brief,
so terribly brief

Unless love happens to cross
one's path

Who could have foreseen this
a week ago, even yesterday?

Yet two days ago you promised

You hadn't yet turned my head
then

Yesterday I wrote you a letter,
breaking it off

I never received it

I tore it up. I should have sent
it

Good-bye, Alfred; we must not
meet again

What is behind that door?

It's... a room

What sort of room?

Another drawing-room

Two drawing-rooms?

Yes, it's a large apartment

I am going to ask you a
question,
Alfred

Promise to answer truthfully?

Have other women been here?

Well, the building is over
fifty years old...

You know quite well what I mean

Never, Emma, never. As I
explained
to you...

So it was especially for me
that you...

- Was that wrong?
- Not at all

What are you making me do?

What time is it? It must be late

I'd like something to drink...
a glass of water

Wouldn't you rather have
something...

Anything

I'm afraid I broke the cork

The other room, I meant to tell
you...

You gave me such a fright

Don't worry about it, darling

But I was certain... I've been
like a mad man all day

Have you read Stendhal?

Yes, Stendhal's book, On Love

It reveals something
very characteristic

Some cavalry officers describe
their amatory adventures

Do you follow me?

Yes, what about their
adventures?

Well, they all say...

...that it's with the women
they most desired...

...that it happened... you know,
what happened to me

It's very characteristic, isn't
it?

Furthermore, only one of them
claims...

...that it didn't happen to him

Maybe it was true

Ah, but Stendhal says
he's a braggart

I don't see why there shouldn't
be one

Wait, you haven't heard
the best of it

Just imagine, one of these
cavalry officers says...

...he spent three nights with
the woman he truly desired...

...or maybe it was six,
I don't recall...

Three, I expect

But you don't know what comes
next

No, but I expect it was three

Anyway, this officer and the
woman
he loved were together...

...for three nights...

...and all they did was weep

They wept? Both of them?

They wept for joy...

...happy just to be together

Don't you find that
understandable?

I think it's natural in lovers

Surely there are some who don't
weep?

Yes, of course

Oh good, because I thought
Stendhal meant...

...that all cavalry officers
wept

You're making fun of me

Not at all. Don't be cross

You saying that makes me cross

- You'll make yourself ill
- Pile it on!

No, really, I think it's sweet
just to remain good friends

- That's the last straw!
- What can I say, then?

Let's maintain a symbolic
silence

What time is it, Alfred darling?

The time's long past

Where's your watch?

In my waistcoat

Where's your waistcoat?

No, Alfred... I must go

It must be terribly late

It was so nice just being
friends

There, that's better now

Eight o'clock! Luckily the cab
has waited for me

- Because you told him to
- Five minutes, I told him

He knows this life

I know this place

See you tomorrow at the
Lobheimers?
We'll dance the first waltz

I wouldn't dare

- Here, then, the day after
- You're mad, darling

You want to come back?

Let's discuss it tomorrow,
dancing the first waltz

I'm a married woman's lover!

The Married Woman and her
Husband

- What are you doing?
- I'm reading Stendhal

- Is it a good book?
- Very instructive

Nine hundred payable on the
fifteenth...

A credit of 4,100 due
for September...

- What's the matter?
- I should ask you that

Me? Why?

You look so lovely,
quite transformed

Was I plain before?

You were young; you've blossomed

You're very gallant tonight

Business is booming

Ah yes, of course

Husbands have their worries, you
know

Are you working or talking?

I'm working, naturally

I'm going to sleep

Emma... do you remember Venice?

Yes, our honeymoon

It was nice

Turn up the light

I wanted to explain something to
you

You see, husbands...

No, that's not it

Husbands cannot always be lovers

There is a time for everything

Periods of calm in which
one remains friends

And other times not quite so...
calm

We have known spells of both
kinds;
that's how it should be

I didn't say no, I said oh

Mind you...

No, I've said that before

It's as it should be, because
without periods of calm...

...there wouldn't be any...
not quite so calm ones

You understand?

It's perfectly clear

Seasonal change is the very
basis
of life

Conjugal love, you see is...
how shall I put it?

Marriage... marriage is
a perplexing mystery

Young ladies of good family...

...you come to us pure and
innocent

We have our experience,
but bought at what cost

The creatures to whom we are
forced
to turn in our youth

We have no choice

Tell me about these creatures;
they interest me very much

Are you joking?

No, I've often asked to hear
about
your youth... with these
creatures

No, Emma, you don't understand;
it would be a sort of
desecration

But it was so long ago

Did you have a married woman?

What do you mean?

I think the question is clear

Yes, but what makes you ask
such a question?

Do you know one of these...

- Married women?
- Faithless wives

How should I know?

- One of your friends?
- I don't know, Charles

Has one confided in you?

No, no one

Do you suspect one of them?

I can't think of anyone

Is that true?

Promise me this, Emma

Never associate with a woman you
suspect may not be
irreproachable

I know you would avoid such
company,
but a woman of doubtful
reputation...

...tends to cultivate
respectability
in the acquaintances she chooses

Suffering a sense of deep
humiliation, she yearns...

...for her lost virtue

Do you think so?

I know so. Think of her perilous
life of lies and deception

She pays dear for her moment
of...
not even happiness...

Of pleasure?

How can you call it pleasure?

Well, I assume so, otherwise...

But it's an aberration;
yes, a moment of aberration

Of which you took advantage?

Yes, once

Who was it? Long ago?

Very long ago

She is dead

Dead?

These women always die young

- Are you sure they die young?
- It's a fact. It's justice

Did you love her?

One does not love such women

One can truly love...

...only in truth and purity

That's true

What time is it?

Who cares, with our lives before
us?

How reassuring

Remember Venice

Give me your hand

The Husband and...

...the Little...

How shall I put it?

The Little Milliner?

No, she's not a working girl

The Little Cocotte?

No, she's no cocotte; she's
a sweet little thing

You simply don't understand

I'm only a beginner, sir

Experience of life is all it
takes

Certainly, Monsieur Breitkopf

How do you know my name?

I had the honour to serve you
when
I was with Wachtl at Mayerling

Mayerling... then you know
my culinary preferences?

Certainly, Monsieur Breitkopf.
And to drink?

Champagne, naturally

Prawns... venison...
pineapple...

Why not? She is young

Are you thirsty?

What must you think of me?

Because this is a private
room...

...and because I accepted at
once

What could happen in a
restaurant?
The waiter could come in any
time

I adore prawns

It prickles

- Nice here, isn't it?
- It's classy

Tell me, have you ever been in
a private dining-room before?

Do you really want to know?
Well, yes, I have

But not like you think;
with a friend and her intended

I'd have seen no harm even if
you had said...

...your boyfriend

I haven't any boy-friend. I
swear it

Do you expect me to believe...

There hasn't been anyone for
six months

Who was he?

He looked like you

Otherwise...

You mean that otherwise you
wouldn't have let me speak to
you?

He had such charm

You talk just like him
and you have the same eyes

What did he do for a living?

For a living?

Oh, those eyes of yours!

You, too, remind me of someone

My youth

My glass is empty

Wait, there must be a little
left

How old are you?

More important, how old are you?
Eighteen?

No, nineteen

- And you? Thirty?
- Just about, yes

There must be something in
the champagne

My head is spinning

What if I can't get up again?

I adore you

The bill, sir

Tell me... you saw the girl?

I noticed the young lady
when you arrived, sir

- Do you know her?
- No, I've never seen her before

I've been wondering...

After all, I know nothing of
her.
A foolish infatuation

There should be no call for
regrets

- You think so?
- In my experience, sir

Oh dear, that champagne

What must you think of me?

Simply that you like me

But really, that champagne...

When two young people feel
attracted,
spiked champagne is not
needed...

I was just using the champagne
as an excuse, like people do

I'm a bit ashamed

But I resemble your first love,
don't I?

Was he a lieutenant?

No, he left the army.
His father has a café

Do you realize it's half-past
eleven? Think of your mother

- You've had enough of me?
- No, but you said...

I don't even know your name

You're not the same any more,
Charles

My umbrella

- Will I see you soon?
- I only come to Vienna
occasionally

I bet you're married

They usually are when they
"come to Vienna occasionally"

Don't you regret seducing
a married man?

No, his wife's probably
doing the same

I forbid you to say that!

So you do have a wife

Whether I have or not, your joke
is in very bad taste

Seriously, though, I'd like to
see you often

I must be sure of you, but I
can't
keep an eye on you all the time

Men like you don't turn up
every day

True, but you're... you're not
naive so much as young

Unscrupulous tempters lie in
wait
for girls like you

So, although I do not live in
Vienna...

...we could come to an
arrangement,
provided...

...your love is for me alone

We could find a little nest
for you...

...where I would join you
on each of my visits

I could afford a place...
rented, of course

I would suggest a quiet district
but a nice one

A lovely house with a fine
hallway
waxed floors

beautifully polished brasses
and an imposing staircase

See the welcome mat is set

It is for our young grisette

She has found a poet's charms

More alluring than the husband's
arms

Are all poets like you?

The truly great, but we are few

I'm a bit scared

You find me impressive?

Won't you light the other
candles?

We are bathed in an ocean of
light
all day long...

...from which we emerge to throw
the cloak of night about us

Cloak is too prosaic,
don't you think?

Me? I don't know

What sublime incomprehension!

Let's see... cloak,
wrapper of night...

Starry shawl, that's it
Let's see... cloak,
wrapper of night...

Starry shawl, that's it

- Why starry?
- Be quiet!

Don't say a word

Can you write in the dark?

By the light of my inspiration,
yes

Let's see: Ocean... light...

You're writing it down?

Inspiration, alas, has but
a short memory

It dogs us, this forced marriage
of poetic throe and prosaic
chore

Yes, perfect: Poetic throe and
prosaic chore. Are you thirsty?

- No, hungry
- I wish you were thirsty

Why? I tell you I'm hungry

Drinks I have. Shall I go for
sausages?

No, not sausages

Dinner in a private room?

Again? It must be a craze with
men

You've dined in a private room?
With a seducer?

No, with a friend and her
intended,
see?

No, I don't see. I can't even
see
if you're blushing

I suspect you're lying,
but I can't see you at all

You should have set me down
in writing

How incredibly profound; you
have
defined the entire tragedy of
desire

- Can't you talk like other
people?
- I've never tried

First tell me if you love me

Yes, I love you

- Why?
- Because you're not like the
rest

It shows?

It's audible. For you, love
seems
to be something...

Immaterial. Take off your dress.
Take it off, I said

Night is here with her veil,
sprinkling the galaxy at our
feet

So take off your dress,
take everything off

But I'm cold

Night restores to us fifty suns
hidden by the day

Imagine we are in a mysterious
Indian palace

The Indian nights are warm;
take off your chemise

A heavy, sultry humidity
envelops us

Do you love me?

The bill

- What time is it?
- A little after eleven

- I make it five to twelve
- So do I

- Something must have kept her
- Yes, sir. Nothing serious

- You think so?
- I'm sure of it

Not thirsty, sir?

Zealous blast on zephyr breeze
alike will please the pallid
trees

when blanched their branches
dance
'neath winter's snowy
circumstance

Now I shall offer you a dazzling
gift

I shall reveal my name:
Kuhlenkampf

Astounded, are you not?

Why? It's quite an ordinary name

Don't you know the name?

Is it true you write plays?
Plays they perform in theatres?

My child, you are beauty,
simplicity, life

- What if I were a butcher's
boy?
- I'd love you just the same

Swear you did not know I was
Kuhlenkampf

I told you I didn't

You melt me to tears.
Forget what I told you

I am not Kuhlenkampf;
I am simply Robert

I'm not a writer, but a clerk,
pianist in a café by night

Our love shall endure eternally
in simple grandeur

What café do you play in?

No more questions. Come away
with me,
for three months or three weeks

What about your boss? And my
mother?

Let them console each other

We shall live in the forest,
naked,
eating fruit, drinking from
streams

Then we shall say farewell

Why farewell? I thought...

True love must have its farewell

You shall see Kuhlenkampf's play

He's my friend. Afterwards I
shall
hear your opinion of this great
work

The Poet and the Actress

Why did you cut the last line
again?

"Our love shall endure eternally
in simple grandeur"

No one says such things

Why did you send Carlotta away?

So that I could kiss you.
Tonight is ours, isn't it?

Do you really want to go?
It's two hours drive by sleigh

It was you who made me reserve
the rooms

I don't know why two rooms

One never knows the turn of
events

To my place, then

It will be cold with no fire

Your place?

Are you joking? What about my
mother?

To the sleighs, then

- Can you tell me the time,
please?
- A little after eleven

- I make it five to twelve
- So do I

Why do you play with me?
You are talent, beauty, life...

- Because I'm an actress
- Can't you forget the theatre?

Why forget it? What would either
of us be without the theatre?

A man and a woman

And you think a man and a woman
would go away as we plan to...

...if they weren't of the
theatre

In other words, you don't
love me any more

And you?

You're right. Ah, redoubtable
theatre!

We know all our lines

You chose that inn for its
memories,
didn't you?

You'll spend the evening
comparing
memories of a past love...

...banishing me to my room
twenty times

But you will not be banished the
twenty-first time, you know that

You know, and I love you for it

- Do you love those who don't
know?
- All of them

a

my manikins

The world's a stage
that spins and spins

Clouds fall to earth as rain

Rain water turns to clouds again

The Actress and the Count

Is that you, Count? Just one
moment

I come at your mother's
suggestion,
or I would not have dared...

Do sit down

May I offer my respects?

Yesterday I saw you on stage
for the first time

Only yesterday?

Yes, we are still dining when
performances start, so...

May I return to bed?

Please be seated

You were saying?

That I dine late

Then you must dine later

Or not at all; there is
no pleasure in dining

And what does offer pleasure
at your age?

Count Bobby and I
often discuss that

Love?

Love is an illusion

And happiness?

More talked of than fact, I
fear;
there is no such thing

How very true

Unlike sensual pleasure

Which, like intoxication, is a
fact;
I know I have experienced it

And when it's over, it's over

Between unknown future and
mournful
past, we cling to the present

One loses direction... do you
follow me?

Sit closer by me

Where may I put my helmet?

I knew you would come today

I knew it at the theatre
yesterday

Didn't you realize I was
acting for you alone?

You saw me there?

Unfasten your sword

No, give it to me

Ask me something

Have I your permission to return
tonight?

Why put off till tonight...

Well, love-making in the
morning...
no, I see matters differently

How do you see matters?

I shall wait in my carriage by
the
stage-door. We shall dine,
return...

Then things will take their
natural course

You're so sweet. Don't you
find it warm here?

Undo this, quickly

It's dark enough to imagine
that it's night

And no one can see us,
except ourselves

Censorship

May I return to bed?

The day after tomorrow,
shall we say?

Why then? You said tonight

What I said would be meaningless
now... morally speaking, I mean

Morally speaking, I must see you
tonight

I have something to say
about our souls

Then I shall wait at the
stage-door

No, you will wait here.
In my bedroom

No supper at the Imperial?

No, there would be no
philosophical
significance in that

Very well

I must take my leave. I trust
I have not outstayed my welcome

Delighted to have made your
acquaintance, Count

Please tender my respects
to your mother

- Haven't I seen you before?
- Perhaps; I get about

Have you served here long?

I do not serve. Love of art
brings me here

- And what art is that?
- Love

Love of the art of love

Most amusing. Good-bye

Towards what love are you headed
now, Count?

Where was I headed last night?
Certainly not to her place

I was alone no I was with
Count Bobby

I was in a pitiful state

I didn't go to the stage-door
I supped alone with Harras

A lively occasion I believe

A joyous company at my heels
Katie Doudeu and Harras of
course

And that woman? No I didn't
follow that woman

I wanted to be alone
certainly didn't follow no

When it's over, it's over

No idea where I am

Good morning, handsome. Slept
well?

Young or old, does it matter to
you?

I'm sleepy

I know... who you remind me of

I remind you of someone

The same eyes

It's hallucinating

Let me kiss your eyes before I
go

Tell me, doesn't it upset you?

The fact that we didn't...

Oh, there are lots of men like
that

It's the wrong time of day,
that's all.
Anyway, I know you're attracted

Good-bye, soldier

How do you know I'm attracted?

Well, last night

Didn't I collapse on the sofa
last night?

Yes, you did

With me

Don't you remember?

You'd had quite a skinful

Am I more like her than before?

Less... less than before

One loses direction... do you
follow me?

Don't you salute officers any
more?

I had to have those salute each
other

The circuit is closed

So the carousel ends

In less than two hours

And I tell you my friends

Its story is ours