The Beautiful Person (2008) - full transcript
Sixteen-year old Junie changes high school mid-year, following the death of her mother. She finds herself in the same class as her cousin Mathias, who introduces her to his friends. All the boys want to date Junie, and she chooses the quietest among them, Otto Cleves. But soon after, she encounters the great love of her life, Nemours, her Italian teacher. The passion that burns between them is, however, doomed. Junie refuses to give in to her feelings and persists in denying herself happiness, which in her eyes is merely illusory.
"The Beautiful Person"
What?
In English, please.
What do you intend to do?
Well, Miss Fancy School,
not very chatty today?
Why did you change schools?
Didn't they want you any more?
Or you weren't up to scratch?
You okay?
Junie!
Forget it.
I warned you; He's a real dick.
Just don't show him you're upset.
I'll introduce you.
Henri, Junie, my cousin.
That's Otto in the scarf.
Sorry for the welcome.
And that's Jacob.
Hello.
I'm Marie, sister
of that pretentious cretin.
And lastly, Catherine.
You don't have to remember
my name.
If there's one name you should
retain, it's Catherine's.
Him and his water!
I know.
Henri, you and your damn water!
Yes, I had a great night too, Nicole,
and it's thanks to you.
Sandrin, don't bump the girls, please.
Henri IV just let you go?
They can't make you stay.
Are courses better there?
I'll let you know in a week.
Okay.
Kids, smoking's banned now,
you know!
Come on, Nicole.
Chill out.
Talk to the hand;
The face ain't listening.
Couldn't you have stayed
at Henri IV and live at home?
Yes.
I'd made my mind up.
I had my reasons.
Maybe, but you
weren't expecting this.
Chocolate's up.
Don't worry.
She knows all about us.
She even doesn't mind Henri's hair.
Showing off in front of your cousin?
Buy me a coffee instead.
Leave him alone.
As if you never show off.
You told them you're not going
to Italy yet?
What's that shit?
Our dear parents said
I mustn't cost them money.
That's not exactly it, Henri.
Well, that's the official version.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I love you, my angel.
The people were shocked,
and Luther was excommunicated in 1520.
He spread his ideas in Germany
through printing,
notably, the idea that salvation
doesn't depend on charity.
Don't even think about it.
She's mine.
He went on to condemn indulgences.
These are remissions for punishments
sold by the Church to the faithful
to shorten their time in purgatory.
This money went to fund
the construction
of St. Peter's in Rome.
Other movements spread in Europe.
Zwingli preached Protestantism
in Switzerland.
Calvin led the Reformed Church
in Geneva.
He put forward the theory
of predestination:
God chooses those who go to heaven,
and the individual
can't change anything.
What a crock of shit.
If you don't mind, Henri,
please make your comments
constructive.
I appreciate strong views,
but let's say
there are at least two ways
to see everything,
and no one can know
the whole truth.
Point taken?
Good.
Let's continue.
Madame.
Excuse me.
Are you married?
No.
But you have a boyfriend?
Yes, but what's it to you?
Do you love him deeply?
Yes, deeply.
And you've never imagined
that you could
just as well hate him?
No.
Well, if that's really the case,
can we stop with all the bullshit
about two ways
of seeing everything?
That little jerk is much
too clever and much too sexy.
I'd like to bring him down a peg.
- You lied to him.
- Sorry!
Mind my head.
What?
You should have admitted it.
You can both love
and hate at once.
If only I could.
Don't make me prove you can.
Go ahead and try, young man.
But be careful.
I could hurt you without hating you.
Florence.
Does that mean they know?
They know about us?
That a problem?
I'd rather not.
I'd rather they didn't.
In that case, tell them yourself
that it's not you I love deeply.
Valois.
Not you, your sister.
What an idiot.
Tell me.
You haven't said anything
about me to Henri, have you?
Like what?
What I told you about Miss Perrin,
and about us too.
Of course.
I told him everything.
What do you expect?
I'm class rep.
If you do that, bitch,
it's over between us.
Okay.
Do you understand me?
Ciao, bello ragazzi.
Eh, cretino, come va?
Muy bien.
Un poooo del culo?
Sempre.
E tutti va bene la mama pasta
et tutti quanti.
Go do your math, my friend.
Yes, the mathematico.
Aspetta!
Aspetta what?
I don't know.
Aspetta means "wait."
- Hello.
- Hello.
Avanti, popolo
The math teacher is back.
Well, then, we're cool.
Are you going to skip math too?
No, we're going.
I want you to know
I'm screwing Mathias.
Does Henri know?
No, of course not.
That's why I'm telling you.
Mathias is worried you'll find out.
He wants to protect you,
and that bugs me, see?
I want to carry on seeing him.
Well, now you know.
I'm trusting you,
and if you betray me, watch out.
Do we have to do that now?
It has to be done for tomorrow,
or else you won't be in it.
Does that matter?
Take that off.
You'll see.
Jacob's very talented.
Isn't this a bit much
for her first day'?
It's okay.
My cousin's not that delicate.
We need to talk.
What about?
We'll be right back.
Wait.
Stop giggling.
Look at me.
Towards me, a bit more.
Don't move.
Stay like that.
You have such fair skin.
Okay, good.
That's it. Let's go.
I'm not done.
Too bad, Cartier-Bresson.
You won't have enough light.
Wait!
One without the sweater.
Bye-bye.
Come on.
Let's pack up.
I'm not coming with you tonight.
Fine.
No questions asked.
I want to tell her something.
Are you always so perfect?
What do you mean?
Nothing.
How about we do
some more photos?
I've some great kit at my place.
Have you seen Mathias?
He's over there
Thanks.
Excuse me.
I forgot your name.
It's Jeanne.
Okay.
Thanks, Jeanne.
Hey, Otto.
Hi.
What's up?
My mom works up here, you know.
Yes, you said.
I'm going to meet her.
Well, we're nearly there.
How about we go for a coffee?
Sorry.
I'd better get home.
I have stuff to do.
Yes, but you
can't go home ahead.
When I get in, they'll kill me.
Doesn't matter.
I'll just...
We'll do it tomorrow.
I'll just leave you a sec.
I have to buy bread.
I promised Mom I'd buy some bread.
- See you in a minute.
- Okay.
You okay?
That's nice.
You're not worn out?
They didn't drive you mad?
I warn you.
I'm quieter.
- Really?
- Yes.
I like to have fun, but within limits.
My name's Otto, by the way.
Yes, I know.
You said it this morning.
You might have forgotten.
I didn't forget.
Junie.
That's pretty.
It's in Racine, Neron's tormentor.
Yes, and fleeing him
ends badly for her.
She kills herself, no?
No, she takes the vows.
And as a nun,
she can no longer marry.
I don't think there's a story
with my name in it.
- There is.
- I don't think so.
Yes, I'm sure there's
an Otto in a novel.
Maybe in a kids' book.
The story of a rabbit called
Otto with burrow problems.
Maybe.
Talking literature?
That's right.
Well, I'm off.
Enjoy your baguette.
Bye.
So did he tell you?
What?
He wants to go out with you.
Are you nuts?
He's such a drip.
Leave him alone.
Henri.
Hey, guys.
Hi, Junie, how are you?
What's up with her?
She buried her mother
a week ago.
And what about Otto?
I think it's off
to a bad start.
Your turn, Jacob
So, Jacob...
Absolutely.
Yes, absolutely.
Can you explain to us
your workings?
Uh, yeah.
So... we stated U(x) equals O/x
and v(x) equals
exponential of -'I, -'x
The derivative of the function
equals the product
of the two functions
and the derivative
of a function product.
Henri, do you mind?
Concentrate.
So we'll have to calculate
U'(x) and V'(x).
"The virgin,
vivid and beautiful today,
"will it rend for us
with its drunken wing
this hard, forgotten lake
that haunts 'heath the frost..."
"What have I done to you?"
"A swan of old remembers
that it is he,
"magnificent but without hope
of freeing himself
for not having sung
of the land..."
Pass it to Junie.
"In the radiant boredom
of winter's sterility,
"his whole neck will shake off
this white agony
"by space inflicted
on the stubborn bird
"whose feathers are caught
in this soiling mud.
"A phantom, a scorching
pure whiteness,
"it stills in a cold,
scornful dream.
How futile is exile
for the swan."
Would you take over,
please, Mathias?
"You idiot! That's it.
You haven't done anything!"
"A swan of old remembers
that it is he,
"magnificent but without hope
of freeing himself
"for not having sung
of the land
"in the radiant boredom
of winter's sterility.
His whole neck will shake off
this white agony."
For next time, please revise
the chapter on humanism.
Go on.
It's now or never.
Go for it.
I don't know
what to say to her.
You look her in the eye
and tell her you love her.
Isn't that a bit dumb?
How do I kiss her?
You don't deserve her.
I'm giving her to Jacob
Go on.
Do it.
You're mean.
He's going to get a slap.
What are you looking at?
I love you, Junie,
from when I saw you.
That's the way it is.
Is that just to have me?
Not at all.
I pledge myself to you.
Then don't let me down
and look after me...
always.
Come in.
You're late, young lady.
Where shall I sit?
Mr. Nemours,
this is Junie DE Chartres,
Mathias' cousin.
Hello.
Come and sit next to me.
The libretto of Donizetti's
Lucia di Lammermoor
is an adaptation
from Walter Scott.
Anyone know Walter Scott?
Quentin Durward; Ivanhoe.
That'll do.
Move on, please.
It's based on
a 17th-century Scots story.
Can you slow down
a bit, please?
Enrico,
Lucia di Lammermoor's brother,
wants her to marry Arturo.
It's a marriage of convenience,
like many of the time.
But Lucia refuses because
she's in love with another.
He's Edgardo, and the two
have vowed fidelity.
Enrico tells her
Edgardo is cheating
so that she accepts
the marriage.
On her wedding night, she kills
her husband in a fit of rage.
This is the passage I'll play.
It's a magnificent duo
with flute
when the girl goes mad
with despair.
How does it end?
The usual.
Lucia dies,
and Edgardo kills himself.
Ready?
It dolce suono,
mi colpi di sua voce.
Try not to use
the French translation.
Use the Italian text.
I've chosen Callas.
Are you okay?
Excuse me.
Let's carry on.
She moved in at my parents'
a week ago.
What about her dad?
That's another matter.
But she's getting on
all right, in fact.
Does she want to come
on the trip?
I don't know.
I haven't asked.
I wanted to ask you.
If there's more of us,
is it cheaper?
No, if there's more,
then we need another teacher.
The secretary doesn't want that.
She left her school things.
Can you give them back to her?
Yes.
There's only of 16 us.
Henri's not coming.
Why not?
That's bad if we're only 16.
There has to be 20 of us.
If we're down to 16, it's off.
Unless we invite others.
We could open it up
to Latin students.
No.
There's 40 in the class.
How could I pick just four?
I was thinking...
Could you think outside?
Why don't we organize
a soccer match
between teachers and students?
I don't think so.
Or an inter-class
table-tennis tournament?
Not that.
We'll invite the parents...
I'm going to...
I'll tell you
You're going to convince
your cousin.
Then we'll be 17, okay?
We can do our French project
together.
I can't work as a pair.
Shall we go?
- Shall we go?
- Yeah.
Ciao, dude.
Bye, Junie.
See you tomorrow.
I don't get it.
You spend all day kissing him,
then you get rid of him.
Junie?
Junie, stop being such a bitch.
Don't give Otto the runaround.
I'm sure he's sincere.
You're giving me
sincerity lessons?
Save it for Esther
and Catherine.
Otto's different.
So are you.
At least I hope so.
And what about you?
I do the best I can.
You've kissed now.
That means something.
I know, but it's as if...
she only does it not to hurt me,
as if she pities me.
You always exaggerate.
Aren't you happy to have her?
I don't see
how she can love me.
Give her a little time.
Why didn't she fall for me
at first sight?
Easy on the romanticism.
Call me tonight if you need to.
Ciao, big kiss.
Jacques!
Jacques.
Why are you here?
Guess.
Can I come up?
No.
I want our relationship
to end here.
Is it Miss Perrin?
No, it's got nothing
to do with Florence.
You've made your mind up,
and I have to keep
my mouth shut?
See? You're already starting
to go on about it.
I don't want to talk.
Please, just leave it.
You're ashamed of me.
That's the truth.
You're ashamed.
No, I'm not ashamed.
I just want our relationship
to stop here.
I'm breaking it off.
Four quick fucks.
You call that a relationship?
Fine then.
You screwed a teacher.
Why are you lying to me?
Why not say
there's someone else?
Who's next in line?
Go on. Go home.
It's late. I'm tired.
I'm not homeless.
Go on.
It doesn't mean we have
to be enemies, okay?
What do I tell the others?
They'll think I made it all up.
I wouldn't worry about that.
Do you know that joke:
"Even a stopped clock
is right twice a day"?
No.
And I'm not sure I get the joke
It's silly, but it's
very painful to leave you, sir.
Come on.
Make a bit of space.
You should go shopping.
It's no good eating junk
every night.
You're right.
Next time I'll do that.
Is that the new one?
Yes.
Pretty girl, huh?
Very...
She looks sweet.
Junie, isn't it?
Yes.
She left that in my class, so...
You're going to give it back,
I hope.
No, I'm not.
Watch it.
I've got my eye on you.
Young girls
ought to be respected.
Loving them
isn't disrespecting them.
You know very well what I mean.
No.
You know very well what I mean.
They're fragile as glass
at that age.
I get it.
You're just jealous.
You want me
to have a photo of you.
I haven't aroused desires
in years.
Why's that?
Go and sit down.
I'm sure you have secret loves.
Go and sit down.
Go on.
I haven't been French-kissed
in years.
Now do you get it?
Hello.
Hello.
Can I see?
Yes, of course.
Jacob, can you do me a print?
I gave one to Junie.
You'll have to ask her
if she minds.
Thanks.
Otto?
You have 17 books overdue.
I know.
And did you know
you're therefore undesirable
in this library?
Yes.
I'll bring them back tomorrow.
Yes, do.
Good-bye.
So, Jacob...
Will you hold the ladder for me?
Mathias.
Mathias.
You don't want
to give it to me?
Or have you
already given it away?
Or you're keeping it
to admire yourself?
I lost the photo.
Is that the truth?
Yes.
Did someone steal it?
I don't know.
I find that woman beautiful.
Very dignified.
Me too.
She has always impressed me.
And I've heard a few tales
about her.
My aunt knows her
through mutual friends.
She told me a funny story.
Want to hear it?
Tell me.
She married young to this man,
and they had a child.
The man got killed somehow
before the child was born.
I think he got murdered.
Everyone was sorry for her.
She was already at the school.
Everyone thought she was brave.
One day, a new sport teacher
arrived, Sancerre.
He's left now.
He fell for her,
and she welcomed it.
But because of her child,
she didn't let him come home.
And in school,
she kept it a secret.
This went on for months.
The funny thing was that
everyone thought
she was a heartbroken widow
when, in fact,
she had this liaison.
Then one day Estouteville...
The math teacher?
The math teacher,
a friend of Sancerre.
So Estouteville
confides in Sancerre.
He tells him that
for the past six months,
he's had a secret love affair.
Sancerre wanted to know
who with.
After making him swear
to secrecy,
Estouteville confessed
that it was Madame Tournon.
You never really know people,
even those you love.
Any chance
that I could interest you?
I'll be right back.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to say sorry
for last time.
I wanted to ask you something.
Yes?
When I left my notebook
on the table,
did I drop a photo?
A photo?
A photo of what?
A photo of me.
No, I don't think so.
Doesn't matter.
Well, better go in, then.
Hello.
What's going on?
There's only 15 now
for the Italy trip.
Well, then it's off.
Who's not coming?
We'll just have to cancel.
Thanks very much.
The secretary will think
I'm an idiot.
Junie, hand out
the photocopies please.
Junie, can you start reading,
please?
"lo canto al ritmo del dolce
tuo respiro
"e primavera,
sara perche ti amo.
"Cede una stella,
ma dimmi dove siamo.
Che re ne frega,
sara perche ti amo
ll E vola, vola sf
Sempre piu in alto si va
e vola, vola con me
ll mondo e matto perche.
E se I'amore non c'e
basta una sola canzone
per far confusione fuori
e dentro di te.
Grazie.
Does that make you
think of anything?
Nothing at all?
It's part of our series
on Italian pop songs.
No one has any idea?
Shall I sing it for you?
Never mind.
I see you're being
humiliating today.
Clever bunch.
Junie, start
the translation, please.
"I sing to the rhythm
of your sweet breath.
It s spring
"It's because I love you.
A star falls down
"but tell me where we are.
"What do you care?
"It's because I love you.
"And fly, fly away.
"Always higher we go.
"And fly, fly with me.
"The world is crazy because,
"and if there is no love,
"all it takes is one song
to spread confusion
around and inside you."
Hello.
Here.
Thanks.
Is it working today?
It only works with francs.
That's a shame.
A special one for you, miss.
But I warn you,
it's not modern.
Nice, isn't it?
She was so pretty
That I didn't dare love her
She was so pretty
I can't forget her
She was that pretty
When the wind took her away
She fled in rapture
And the wind whispered to me
She's much too pretty
And I know you too well
You could never love her
A whole life through
But then she left
It's crazy, yet it's true
She was so pretty
I'll never forget her
Go on.
Tell me.
I don't know what to say.
I don't want to moralize.
Go on.
Say it anyway.
In any case,
you should be careful.
She seems a bit crazy.
You think so?
Always in control
and yet so vibrant.
That sort of scares me.
That's because she's...
Sensitive?
No, she's fragile.
I don't think
that girl's fragile.
You can see she's a tough one.
You shouldn't fool around
with students.
It's too easy.
It's not easy with her.
You've got no idea.
Is it over with Florence?
Yes, it's over.
Over with Florence,
over with the others
Clean sweep.
I'm in a total lovesick mess.
I feel so ridiculous.
I'm just head-over-heels
in love.
It's completely stupid.
It's been such a long time
since I fell in love.
I haven't felt this for ages.
You know,
your stomach all knotted up,
your chest on fire,
your legs weak.
I know I've got to calm down,
get a grip, but I can't.
I just can't.
Sorry for pouring all this
out on you.
But I can't talk
about anything else.
Want to change the subject?
No, no, no, carry on.
It's fine.
I don't want to whine on.
That girl will never love me.
She'll never love me.
I'm lying to myself too.
She can't not love me.
You seem
more disappointed in love
than in the grip
of love at first sight.
Maybe.
Nicole!
Yes?
We need some shots.
Vodka?
Dubrovka?
There's Patrick.
He's here all day.
How's it going, Patrick?
Here you go:
Dubrovka.
Good health.
Spasiba.
Cheers.
Bottoms up.
That's it.
I don't want to embarrass you.
Let's get drunk.
We'll work it out later.
Embrace you?
Embrace me?
You want to embrace me?
What?
Oh, embrace you?
That's what you said.
No, I said embarrass you.
"Long live Tibo and his wife!"
Look, Koudi.
She's not a responsible woman.
Let's go!
Do you think they saw us?
Sooner or later,
everyone will know.
Come on.
What a life!
Jeanne, can I talk to you?
Have you got Nemours' letter?
Yes.
Can I have it?
Here.
Have many people read it?
You bet.
They were all over it.
Careful.
There's Nemours.
Don't forget to give it back
to Marie.
She found it.
"I love you too much to let you
think I can live without you.
"I don't care
if you cheat on me,
"as long as you are honest
and tell me.
"I don't care
if you hide me away,
"as long as you come find
me again.
"I am patient,
and while I await you,
"I will recall your whole body.
I'm even in love
with your knees."
There's no point looking.
She's not here.
She's a big girl.
She won't get lost.
This is absurd.
Where is she?
Have you read Nemours' letter?
What letter?
Marie found it.
It fell out of his pocket.
He's such a heartbreaker,
Nemours.
What are you waiting for?
Where's Marie?
You're not going to wait
for Junie?
Florence!
I'll stay here.
Marie!
Marie.
Marie.
Have you got Nemours' letter?
No, and I don't really want
to talk about it.
What did you do with it?
I gave it to Jacob.
He should have it.
He just told me you had it.
Well, I haven't, so drop it.
Do you think Henri's got it?
No idea.
You're starting to piss me off!
Mathias, you stay here.
I'll wait for my cousin
with Mr. Nemours.
What are you doing here?
I just saw Marie.
She said you've got the letter.
No, I gave it back.
You sure?
No.
I don't know.
Be discreet.
He's right there.
Jeanne had it.
Anyone seen her?
I haven't.
She got a mobile?
No, she doesn't want a mobile.
Think she got
the wrong station?
Can I talk to you, sir?
Yes.
It's personal.
Don't worry about my cousin.
She knows Paris.
She's not lost.
What's on your mind?
Everyone thinks you lost
a letter in the cinema.
Really?
I lost a letter?
Marie found a letter,
and she thinks it fell
out of your pocket.
In fact, it belongs to me.
And it's really very private.
Sir, I'm going to need
your help here.
Okay.
Take it easy.
We'll find Junie,
then we'll deal with the letter.
I'm asking
a real big favor here.
I'll do it.
Don't worry.
You have to ask Marie
for the letter back,
saying it's yours.
What does this letter say?
It's a love letter, sir.
Are you kidding?
What the fuck's going on?
Marie can't know
the letter's mine,
and she can't tell Henri.
What's Henri got to do
with this?
It started as a game,
then became more serious,
especially for Henri.
I realized he was in love.
Then I met Martin.
We saw each other in secret,
between lessons,
at lunchtimes.
We couldn't live
without each other.
I never thought he'd do that.
He threatened us.
He told us if we carried on,
he'd put the photo
on the school website.
Run along.
I'll take care of your cousin.
Thank you, sir.
No problem.
Where's he going?
He's not waiting with us?
We've been here an hour!
Why did you wait for me?
I need a bit of space, Otto.
Leave me alone.
Wait a second.
I have to talk to Junie
privately about her cousin.
Is Mathias okay?
Give us a moment.
Mathias is upset over a letter.
Do you know anything about it?
Yes, but what's it to him?
It concerns him because
the letter belongs to him.
I don't think so.
It fell out of your pocket.
Did you see it fall?
No.
Whoever told you that is wrong.
The letter belongs to Mathias,
it matters to him,
and he needs it back.
Fine.
Why are you getting involved?
I'm not getting involved;
I'm just...
That letter isn't mine,
but I'm going to pretend
it is for your cousin.
I want you to know that.
Do you believe me?
It's not me
you have to convince.
Marie found the letter
on your chair.
She'd better not tell Nemours.
If she says a word,
I'll kill Marie.
Do you have any proof
it's not yours?
I can't reveal
Mathias' secrets.
There are no secrets
between Mathias and me.
It's from a guy called Martin.
I haven't even read it.
I've read the letter.
It's from a woman.
Are you sure about that?
"I don't care
if you hide me away,
"as long as you come find
me again.
"I am patient,
and while I await you,
"I will recall your whole body.
I'm even in love
with your knees."
Do you believe me now?
Can I have the letter, please?
I tore it up.
But if you don't give it
to Marie, she'll smell a rat.
Do you recall the letter?
Write it yourself.
Martin gave it me
just before the film.
I read it quickly.
I remember what it says,
more or less anyway.
It wasn't a long letter.
That's great!
You can rewrite it.
A girl's handwriting is better.
Tomorrow you give it to Marie.
This is ridiculous.
I don't think saving my skin
is ridiculous.
What was this letter
written on?
What kind of paper?
Ordinary white paper.
I've got some.
Let's do it now.
Come and sit down.
Come on.
Paper.
Pen.
You don't mind writing
a love letter to me?
"I love you too much
to let you think
I can live without you."
"My love, I beg you,
don't leave me."
Oh, no.
Don't joke around
It's already bad enough
for Martin.
One can be a little lyrical.
I'd rather we keep it
as near to true as we can.
What's next?
How long have you been together?
Since October the 12th.
You're the only person
who knows.
I think Esther knows.
She's got no idea.
You don't mind
when he's with her?
Yes, of course.
But if Mathias wanted us
to be open,
I'd feel uneasy about that too.
I couldn't hide away
all the time.
You're lucky,
because Otto's a real saint.
I've gotta go.
My brother's waiting for me
at judo.
Will you call?
Yeah.
I'm sick of this.
What's up?
I don't know.
I'm not going to Italian.
Will you stay with me?
Sure.
You give the orders;
I follow on.
Where will you go for now?
Maybe to my dad's,
if he'll have me.
Or there's my aunt in Brittany.
I don't get
why you want to leave.
You were just settling in.
Why run off so soon?
I went too fast.
I know it.
I thought going to a new school
was the right thing
after Mom died.
I overestimated myself.
Mathias' folks will let you go?
I think so.
How long will you be gone?
I don't know.
I might come back
after the holidays.
Don't take it personally.
Of course I take it personally.
Your leaving means
I didn't help you.
You're the only one
who helps me.
Not enough,
because you're leaving me.
I'm not leaving,
just distancing.
Honest, it's better that way.
Can't you tell me why?
I just explained.
I want the truth,
or I can't fight back.
What's happened to you?
Should I make
a useless confession?
What does that mean?
Junie, what does that mean?
Tell me.
I'd rather know than imagine.
You promised not to lie,
so don't lie.
Junie.
I'm going away to protect myself
from someone here.
The truth is, I'm fleeing.
Someone you're in love with?
Someone I don't want to love.
You've fallen in love
with someone else?
No, the opposite.
I'm going away
to not fall in love.
I respect you, Otto.
I'm telling you that
because I care for you.
You care for me
but love another.
That'll pass.
I just have to go away
for a while.
Who is it?
You can't force me to say.
I want to know.
Must be someone special
if you're going to ruin
your year for them.
I admitted there was someone
because I don't want
to hide things like the others.
But I can't tell you who.
Has this boy said
that he loves you?
No, but I understood he does
in other ways.
Does he know we're together?
If we still are.
If I didn't want
to be with you,
I'd have left without a word.
Sir!
Henri and Mathias are fighting.
We can't break it up.
Hey!
What's going on?
You're going to have
a few bruises.
Stop it now!
Are you insane?
Give me your bag, dear.
I'm fine, Mom.
Margot!
Will he get out?
Yes, they're not going
to hold him.
Good-bye.
Henri.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
It doesn't matter.
Thanks.
Bye.
Otto.
I can understand.
Even if I can't,
he leaves me no choice.
I hate that he lied to me
for months.
At least he could have told me.
It wasn't that easy for him.
Perhaps he was a bit mixed up.
I'd like to help him,
but he refuses.
Did he say
he doesn't want to see you?
Yes.
He says it's for the best,
to not suffer.
He's afraid the others
will mock me because of Martin.
He wants to deal with it alone.
You have to give him some time.
I can't even be jealous.
He doesn't love him.
He can't love him.
Anyway, you didn't see Mathias
all that often.
You don't have to be joined
at the hip.
Shit, I ought to hate him,
but the only thing I feel
is afraid, afraid for him.
I'm always afraid.
For me, it was true love.
Did you tell him?
No.
He forbid me.
He said it was mawkish.
Hello.
I was looking for you.
How is Mathias?
He talked to Esther.
What did he say to her?
He told her he loves Martin.
There you go.
The little lad's
being brave again.
Brave and selfish.
He doesn't give a damn
how Esther feels.
He's just relieved
Having the courage
of your convictions
isn't always easy.
Would you mind
leaving me alone?
If you don't mind.
No.
You not with Junie?
She got stuck in the cafe
with Nemours.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Hello.
What do you want?
I came to find you.
What for?
Haven't you got Russian at 2:00?
Yes.
Don't you have Italian
at 2:00?
I'm not going.
Why not?
I just don't want to.
Have you got anything
to tell me?
No.
What do you expect me to say?
Go on.
It starts in five minutes.
See you later.
Listen.
Junie's in the courtyard.
So? She's outside,
not in Italian.
Can you spy on her?
What do you think she's up to?
No questions asked, please.
It'll cost you.
Drop it, doesn't matter.
Excuse me,
can I leave the room?
Does that mean yes?
Thank you.
Take out your Pasternak texts.
We can't go on like this.
I'm as lost as you are.
So did you see her?
Who was she with?
What was she doing with Nemours?
They were kissing?
You come with me,
then say nothing.
I'm waiting for you to speak.
Don't start with that, please.
When do you go to your dad's?
I can't go to my dad's.
And it would be mean
to leave Mathias.
It wasn't mean kissing Nemours?
Are you mad?
I didn't kiss Nemours.
I'd never kiss him!
You were seen.
No one can have seen us.
You've got good hiding places.
I beg you,
don't accuse me
of something I haven't done.
I thought you were different.
But you're the same as Marie,
except Marie
doesn't act superior.
Sometimes we lack the rain
The storm gathers more pace
To cry out in our pain
These words throw in your face
Sometimes we lack the rain
As in the sun we die
From its heat we refrain
When love has gone away
Sometimes we strive in vain
To fight I would prefer
To beat her, give her pain
So no one would want her
Sometimes we strive in vain
Our arms they do betray
When love we would retain
Like sand, just slips away
Sometimes sobs we contain
Yet out pours have more class
A few tears would explain
But that's too much, alas
Sometimes sobs we contain
Sometimes the day's a strain
The nights better express
Stars like crosses do ordain
A sky in mourning just for us
Sometimes the day's a strain
The night is long to come
When it falls,
you feel the pain
Of every starry dome
Good night.
Be strong.
Mathias, Junie hasn't been
in class for three weeks.
I'm aware of that.
I haven't said anything yet
to the secretary, but...
You understand?
I can't pretend
nothing's going on.
Could you persuade her?
I'll try.
Tell her
I won't be here Monday.
I'm taking sick leave
to the end of year.
Because you're sick?
I'd like everyone
to introduce themselves.
What's your name?
My name is Antonio.
- And you?
- Martin.
Okay.
And you?
I'm Emilie.
And what's your name?
My name is Junie.
Delighted to meet you.
- And you?
- Clement.
Go on.
I'll catch up.
Okay?
You wanted to talk to me?
I'm sorry for acting like this.
I feel so pathetic doing this,
but I have to talk to you.
Otherwise, I'll go mad.
That's fine,
but don't expect anything.
I'm not ashamed
to talk frankly.
I thought that's one thing
you liked about me,
my openness.
Imagining you could
no longer love me
is far worse for me
than what you call "the rules"
I set for myself.
I know we're two people,
and so like anyone,
we could be together.
But for how long?
If we're two ordinary people,
how long will our love last?
Eternal love doesn't exist,
not even in books.
So loving means
for a finite time.
There'd be no miracle for us.
We're no different
to anyone else.
Otto is the only man
who'll love me all his life.
It sounds dumb,
but it's almost true.
If I give myself to you,
you'll go off.
You don't trust me much, then.
I'm not a fool.
You're handsome.
Everyone likes you.
You've known a lot of women.
I've met at least two of them.
As with them,
one day you'll leave
to love another
that you find more pleasing.
And I won't survive.
Not to mention the jealousy.
The state that letter put me in.
I'd always think
you're loved by,
and in love with, another.
Perhaps I'd be able
to endure my sadness.
Others do.
It won't work, Junie.
You can't hold out alone
against our love,
because I am armed...
And I'm not going
to let you do it.
See you tomorrow?
No.
Not tomorrow, the next day.
Come round if you like.
5:00'?
Mathias, it's Nemours.
I'm outside.
I was meeting Junie at 5:00.
It's nearly 7:00.
I didn't see you come home.
I'm worried.
Call me when you get
this message.
Hello.
Hello, Mathias.
My mom didn't let me
come today.
Junie left yesterday afternoon.
Where did she go?
I can't tell you.
She's gone far away.
You shouldn't wait for her.
She said not to pass on
any news,
that she never wants
to hear from you again
Thank you.
Go in.
You'll catch a cold.
What?
In English, please.
What do you intend to do?
Well, Miss Fancy School,
not very chatty today?
Why did you change schools?
Didn't they want you any more?
Or you weren't up to scratch?
You okay?
Junie!
Forget it.
I warned you; He's a real dick.
Just don't show him you're upset.
I'll introduce you.
Henri, Junie, my cousin.
That's Otto in the scarf.
Sorry for the welcome.
And that's Jacob.
Hello.
I'm Marie, sister
of that pretentious cretin.
And lastly, Catherine.
You don't have to remember
my name.
If there's one name you should
retain, it's Catherine's.
Him and his water!
I know.
Henri, you and your damn water!
Yes, I had a great night too, Nicole,
and it's thanks to you.
Sandrin, don't bump the girls, please.
Henri IV just let you go?
They can't make you stay.
Are courses better there?
I'll let you know in a week.
Okay.
Kids, smoking's banned now,
you know!
Come on, Nicole.
Chill out.
Talk to the hand;
The face ain't listening.
Couldn't you have stayed
at Henri IV and live at home?
Yes.
I'd made my mind up.
I had my reasons.
Maybe, but you
weren't expecting this.
Chocolate's up.
Don't worry.
She knows all about us.
She even doesn't mind Henri's hair.
Showing off in front of your cousin?
Buy me a coffee instead.
Leave him alone.
As if you never show off.
You told them you're not going
to Italy yet?
What's that shit?
Our dear parents said
I mustn't cost them money.
That's not exactly it, Henri.
Well, that's the official version.
Why didn't you tell me?
Because I love you, my angel.
The people were shocked,
and Luther was excommunicated in 1520.
He spread his ideas in Germany
through printing,
notably, the idea that salvation
doesn't depend on charity.
Don't even think about it.
She's mine.
He went on to condemn indulgences.
These are remissions for punishments
sold by the Church to the faithful
to shorten their time in purgatory.
This money went to fund
the construction
of St. Peter's in Rome.
Other movements spread in Europe.
Zwingli preached Protestantism
in Switzerland.
Calvin led the Reformed Church
in Geneva.
He put forward the theory
of predestination:
God chooses those who go to heaven,
and the individual
can't change anything.
What a crock of shit.
If you don't mind, Henri,
please make your comments
constructive.
I appreciate strong views,
but let's say
there are at least two ways
to see everything,
and no one can know
the whole truth.
Point taken?
Good.
Let's continue.
Madame.
Excuse me.
Are you married?
No.
But you have a boyfriend?
Yes, but what's it to you?
Do you love him deeply?
Yes, deeply.
And you've never imagined
that you could
just as well hate him?
No.
Well, if that's really the case,
can we stop with all the bullshit
about two ways
of seeing everything?
That little jerk is much
too clever and much too sexy.
I'd like to bring him down a peg.
- You lied to him.
- Sorry!
Mind my head.
What?
You should have admitted it.
You can both love
and hate at once.
If only I could.
Don't make me prove you can.
Go ahead and try, young man.
But be careful.
I could hurt you without hating you.
Florence.
Does that mean they know?
They know about us?
That a problem?
I'd rather not.
I'd rather they didn't.
In that case, tell them yourself
that it's not you I love deeply.
Valois.
Not you, your sister.
What an idiot.
Tell me.
You haven't said anything
about me to Henri, have you?
Like what?
What I told you about Miss Perrin,
and about us too.
Of course.
I told him everything.
What do you expect?
I'm class rep.
If you do that, bitch,
it's over between us.
Okay.
Do you understand me?
Ciao, bello ragazzi.
Eh, cretino, come va?
Muy bien.
Un poooo del culo?
Sempre.
E tutti va bene la mama pasta
et tutti quanti.
Go do your math, my friend.
Yes, the mathematico.
Aspetta!
Aspetta what?
I don't know.
Aspetta means "wait."
- Hello.
- Hello.
Avanti, popolo
The math teacher is back.
Well, then, we're cool.
Are you going to skip math too?
No, we're going.
I want you to know
I'm screwing Mathias.
Does Henri know?
No, of course not.
That's why I'm telling you.
Mathias is worried you'll find out.
He wants to protect you,
and that bugs me, see?
I want to carry on seeing him.
Well, now you know.
I'm trusting you,
and if you betray me, watch out.
Do we have to do that now?
It has to be done for tomorrow,
or else you won't be in it.
Does that matter?
Take that off.
You'll see.
Jacob's very talented.
Isn't this a bit much
for her first day'?
It's okay.
My cousin's not that delicate.
We need to talk.
What about?
We'll be right back.
Wait.
Stop giggling.
Look at me.
Towards me, a bit more.
Don't move.
Stay like that.
You have such fair skin.
Okay, good.
That's it. Let's go.
I'm not done.
Too bad, Cartier-Bresson.
You won't have enough light.
Wait!
One without the sweater.
Bye-bye.
Come on.
Let's pack up.
I'm not coming with you tonight.
Fine.
No questions asked.
I want to tell her something.
Are you always so perfect?
What do you mean?
Nothing.
How about we do
some more photos?
I've some great kit at my place.
Have you seen Mathias?
He's over there
Thanks.
Excuse me.
I forgot your name.
It's Jeanne.
Okay.
Thanks, Jeanne.
Hey, Otto.
Hi.
What's up?
My mom works up here, you know.
Yes, you said.
I'm going to meet her.
Well, we're nearly there.
How about we go for a coffee?
Sorry.
I'd better get home.
I have stuff to do.
Yes, but you
can't go home ahead.
When I get in, they'll kill me.
Doesn't matter.
I'll just...
We'll do it tomorrow.
I'll just leave you a sec.
I have to buy bread.
I promised Mom I'd buy some bread.
- See you in a minute.
- Okay.
You okay?
That's nice.
You're not worn out?
They didn't drive you mad?
I warn you.
I'm quieter.
- Really?
- Yes.
I like to have fun, but within limits.
My name's Otto, by the way.
Yes, I know.
You said it this morning.
You might have forgotten.
I didn't forget.
Junie.
That's pretty.
It's in Racine, Neron's tormentor.
Yes, and fleeing him
ends badly for her.
She kills herself, no?
No, she takes the vows.
And as a nun,
she can no longer marry.
I don't think there's a story
with my name in it.
- There is.
- I don't think so.
Yes, I'm sure there's
an Otto in a novel.
Maybe in a kids' book.
The story of a rabbit called
Otto with burrow problems.
Maybe.
Talking literature?
That's right.
Well, I'm off.
Enjoy your baguette.
Bye.
So did he tell you?
What?
He wants to go out with you.
Are you nuts?
He's such a drip.
Leave him alone.
Henri.
Hey, guys.
Hi, Junie, how are you?
What's up with her?
She buried her mother
a week ago.
And what about Otto?
I think it's off
to a bad start.
Your turn, Jacob
So, Jacob...
Absolutely.
Yes, absolutely.
Can you explain to us
your workings?
Uh, yeah.
So... we stated U(x) equals O/x
and v(x) equals
exponential of -'I, -'x
The derivative of the function
equals the product
of the two functions
and the derivative
of a function product.
Henri, do you mind?
Concentrate.
So we'll have to calculate
U'(x) and V'(x).
"The virgin,
vivid and beautiful today,
"will it rend for us
with its drunken wing
this hard, forgotten lake
that haunts 'heath the frost..."
"What have I done to you?"
"A swan of old remembers
that it is he,
"magnificent but without hope
of freeing himself
for not having sung
of the land..."
Pass it to Junie.
"In the radiant boredom
of winter's sterility,
"his whole neck will shake off
this white agony
"by space inflicted
on the stubborn bird
"whose feathers are caught
in this soiling mud.
"A phantom, a scorching
pure whiteness,
"it stills in a cold,
scornful dream.
How futile is exile
for the swan."
Would you take over,
please, Mathias?
"You idiot! That's it.
You haven't done anything!"
"A swan of old remembers
that it is he,
"magnificent but without hope
of freeing himself
"for not having sung
of the land
"in the radiant boredom
of winter's sterility.
His whole neck will shake off
this white agony."
For next time, please revise
the chapter on humanism.
Go on.
It's now or never.
Go for it.
I don't know
what to say to her.
You look her in the eye
and tell her you love her.
Isn't that a bit dumb?
How do I kiss her?
You don't deserve her.
I'm giving her to Jacob
Go on.
Do it.
You're mean.
He's going to get a slap.
What are you looking at?
I love you, Junie,
from when I saw you.
That's the way it is.
Is that just to have me?
Not at all.
I pledge myself to you.
Then don't let me down
and look after me...
always.
Come in.
You're late, young lady.
Where shall I sit?
Mr. Nemours,
this is Junie DE Chartres,
Mathias' cousin.
Hello.
Come and sit next to me.
The libretto of Donizetti's
Lucia di Lammermoor
is an adaptation
from Walter Scott.
Anyone know Walter Scott?
Quentin Durward; Ivanhoe.
That'll do.
Move on, please.
It's based on
a 17th-century Scots story.
Can you slow down
a bit, please?
Enrico,
Lucia di Lammermoor's brother,
wants her to marry Arturo.
It's a marriage of convenience,
like many of the time.
But Lucia refuses because
she's in love with another.
He's Edgardo, and the two
have vowed fidelity.
Enrico tells her
Edgardo is cheating
so that she accepts
the marriage.
On her wedding night, she kills
her husband in a fit of rage.
This is the passage I'll play.
It's a magnificent duo
with flute
when the girl goes mad
with despair.
How does it end?
The usual.
Lucia dies,
and Edgardo kills himself.
Ready?
It dolce suono,
mi colpi di sua voce.
Try not to use
the French translation.
Use the Italian text.
I've chosen Callas.
Are you okay?
Excuse me.
Let's carry on.
She moved in at my parents'
a week ago.
What about her dad?
That's another matter.
But she's getting on
all right, in fact.
Does she want to come
on the trip?
I don't know.
I haven't asked.
I wanted to ask you.
If there's more of us,
is it cheaper?
No, if there's more,
then we need another teacher.
The secretary doesn't want that.
She left her school things.
Can you give them back to her?
Yes.
There's only of 16 us.
Henri's not coming.
Why not?
That's bad if we're only 16.
There has to be 20 of us.
If we're down to 16, it's off.
Unless we invite others.
We could open it up
to Latin students.
No.
There's 40 in the class.
How could I pick just four?
I was thinking...
Could you think outside?
Why don't we organize
a soccer match
between teachers and students?
I don't think so.
Or an inter-class
table-tennis tournament?
Not that.
We'll invite the parents...
I'm going to...
I'll tell you
You're going to convince
your cousin.
Then we'll be 17, okay?
We can do our French project
together.
I can't work as a pair.
Shall we go?
- Shall we go?
- Yeah.
Ciao, dude.
Bye, Junie.
See you tomorrow.
I don't get it.
You spend all day kissing him,
then you get rid of him.
Junie?
Junie, stop being such a bitch.
Don't give Otto the runaround.
I'm sure he's sincere.
You're giving me
sincerity lessons?
Save it for Esther
and Catherine.
Otto's different.
So are you.
At least I hope so.
And what about you?
I do the best I can.
You've kissed now.
That means something.
I know, but it's as if...
she only does it not to hurt me,
as if she pities me.
You always exaggerate.
Aren't you happy to have her?
I don't see
how she can love me.
Give her a little time.
Why didn't she fall for me
at first sight?
Easy on the romanticism.
Call me tonight if you need to.
Ciao, big kiss.
Jacques!
Jacques.
Why are you here?
Guess.
Can I come up?
No.
I want our relationship
to end here.
Is it Miss Perrin?
No, it's got nothing
to do with Florence.
You've made your mind up,
and I have to keep
my mouth shut?
See? You're already starting
to go on about it.
I don't want to talk.
Please, just leave it.
You're ashamed of me.
That's the truth.
You're ashamed.
No, I'm not ashamed.
I just want our relationship
to stop here.
I'm breaking it off.
Four quick fucks.
You call that a relationship?
Fine then.
You screwed a teacher.
Why are you lying to me?
Why not say
there's someone else?
Who's next in line?
Go on. Go home.
It's late. I'm tired.
I'm not homeless.
Go on.
It doesn't mean we have
to be enemies, okay?
What do I tell the others?
They'll think I made it all up.
I wouldn't worry about that.
Do you know that joke:
"Even a stopped clock
is right twice a day"?
No.
And I'm not sure I get the joke
It's silly, but it's
very painful to leave you, sir.
Come on.
Make a bit of space.
You should go shopping.
It's no good eating junk
every night.
You're right.
Next time I'll do that.
Is that the new one?
Yes.
Pretty girl, huh?
Very...
She looks sweet.
Junie, isn't it?
Yes.
She left that in my class, so...
You're going to give it back,
I hope.
No, I'm not.
Watch it.
I've got my eye on you.
Young girls
ought to be respected.
Loving them
isn't disrespecting them.
You know very well what I mean.
No.
You know very well what I mean.
They're fragile as glass
at that age.
I get it.
You're just jealous.
You want me
to have a photo of you.
I haven't aroused desires
in years.
Why's that?
Go and sit down.
I'm sure you have secret loves.
Go and sit down.
Go on.
I haven't been French-kissed
in years.
Now do you get it?
Hello.
Hello.
Can I see?
Yes, of course.
Jacob, can you do me a print?
I gave one to Junie.
You'll have to ask her
if she minds.
Thanks.
Otto?
You have 17 books overdue.
I know.
And did you know
you're therefore undesirable
in this library?
Yes.
I'll bring them back tomorrow.
Yes, do.
Good-bye.
So, Jacob...
Will you hold the ladder for me?
Mathias.
Mathias.
You don't want
to give it to me?
Or have you
already given it away?
Or you're keeping it
to admire yourself?
I lost the photo.
Is that the truth?
Yes.
Did someone steal it?
I don't know.
I find that woman beautiful.
Very dignified.
Me too.
She has always impressed me.
And I've heard a few tales
about her.
My aunt knows her
through mutual friends.
She told me a funny story.
Want to hear it?
Tell me.
She married young to this man,
and they had a child.
The man got killed somehow
before the child was born.
I think he got murdered.
Everyone was sorry for her.
She was already at the school.
Everyone thought she was brave.
One day, a new sport teacher
arrived, Sancerre.
He's left now.
He fell for her,
and she welcomed it.
But because of her child,
she didn't let him come home.
And in school,
she kept it a secret.
This went on for months.
The funny thing was that
everyone thought
she was a heartbroken widow
when, in fact,
she had this liaison.
Then one day Estouteville...
The math teacher?
The math teacher,
a friend of Sancerre.
So Estouteville
confides in Sancerre.
He tells him that
for the past six months,
he's had a secret love affair.
Sancerre wanted to know
who with.
After making him swear
to secrecy,
Estouteville confessed
that it was Madame Tournon.
You never really know people,
even those you love.
Any chance
that I could interest you?
I'll be right back.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to say sorry
for last time.
I wanted to ask you something.
Yes?
When I left my notebook
on the table,
did I drop a photo?
A photo?
A photo of what?
A photo of me.
No, I don't think so.
Doesn't matter.
Well, better go in, then.
Hello.
What's going on?
There's only 15 now
for the Italy trip.
Well, then it's off.
Who's not coming?
We'll just have to cancel.
Thanks very much.
The secretary will think
I'm an idiot.
Junie, hand out
the photocopies please.
Junie, can you start reading,
please?
"lo canto al ritmo del dolce
tuo respiro
"e primavera,
sara perche ti amo.
"Cede una stella,
ma dimmi dove siamo.
Che re ne frega,
sara perche ti amo
ll E vola, vola sf
Sempre piu in alto si va
e vola, vola con me
ll mondo e matto perche.
E se I'amore non c'e
basta una sola canzone
per far confusione fuori
e dentro di te.
Grazie.
Does that make you
think of anything?
Nothing at all?
It's part of our series
on Italian pop songs.
No one has any idea?
Shall I sing it for you?
Never mind.
I see you're being
humiliating today.
Clever bunch.
Junie, start
the translation, please.
"I sing to the rhythm
of your sweet breath.
It s spring
"It's because I love you.
A star falls down
"but tell me where we are.
"What do you care?
"It's because I love you.
"And fly, fly away.
"Always higher we go.
"And fly, fly with me.
"The world is crazy because,
"and if there is no love,
"all it takes is one song
to spread confusion
around and inside you."
Hello.
Here.
Thanks.
Is it working today?
It only works with francs.
That's a shame.
A special one for you, miss.
But I warn you,
it's not modern.
Nice, isn't it?
She was so pretty
That I didn't dare love her
She was so pretty
I can't forget her
She was that pretty
When the wind took her away
She fled in rapture
And the wind whispered to me
She's much too pretty
And I know you too well
You could never love her
A whole life through
But then she left
It's crazy, yet it's true
She was so pretty
I'll never forget her
Go on.
Tell me.
I don't know what to say.
I don't want to moralize.
Go on.
Say it anyway.
In any case,
you should be careful.
She seems a bit crazy.
You think so?
Always in control
and yet so vibrant.
That sort of scares me.
That's because she's...
Sensitive?
No, she's fragile.
I don't think
that girl's fragile.
You can see she's a tough one.
You shouldn't fool around
with students.
It's too easy.
It's not easy with her.
You've got no idea.
Is it over with Florence?
Yes, it's over.
Over with Florence,
over with the others
Clean sweep.
I'm in a total lovesick mess.
I feel so ridiculous.
I'm just head-over-heels
in love.
It's completely stupid.
It's been such a long time
since I fell in love.
I haven't felt this for ages.
You know,
your stomach all knotted up,
your chest on fire,
your legs weak.
I know I've got to calm down,
get a grip, but I can't.
I just can't.
Sorry for pouring all this
out on you.
But I can't talk
about anything else.
Want to change the subject?
No, no, no, carry on.
It's fine.
I don't want to whine on.
That girl will never love me.
She'll never love me.
I'm lying to myself too.
She can't not love me.
You seem
more disappointed in love
than in the grip
of love at first sight.
Maybe.
Nicole!
Yes?
We need some shots.
Vodka?
Dubrovka?
There's Patrick.
He's here all day.
How's it going, Patrick?
Here you go:
Dubrovka.
Good health.
Spasiba.
Cheers.
Bottoms up.
That's it.
I don't want to embarrass you.
Let's get drunk.
We'll work it out later.
Embrace you?
Embrace me?
You want to embrace me?
What?
Oh, embrace you?
That's what you said.
No, I said embarrass you.
"Long live Tibo and his wife!"
Look, Koudi.
She's not a responsible woman.
Let's go!
Do you think they saw us?
Sooner or later,
everyone will know.
Come on.
What a life!
Jeanne, can I talk to you?
Have you got Nemours' letter?
Yes.
Can I have it?
Here.
Have many people read it?
You bet.
They were all over it.
Careful.
There's Nemours.
Don't forget to give it back
to Marie.
She found it.
"I love you too much to let you
think I can live without you.
"I don't care
if you cheat on me,
"as long as you are honest
and tell me.
"I don't care
if you hide me away,
"as long as you come find
me again.
"I am patient,
and while I await you,
"I will recall your whole body.
I'm even in love
with your knees."
There's no point looking.
She's not here.
She's a big girl.
She won't get lost.
This is absurd.
Where is she?
Have you read Nemours' letter?
What letter?
Marie found it.
It fell out of his pocket.
He's such a heartbreaker,
Nemours.
What are you waiting for?
Where's Marie?
You're not going to wait
for Junie?
Florence!
I'll stay here.
Marie!
Marie.
Marie.
Have you got Nemours' letter?
No, and I don't really want
to talk about it.
What did you do with it?
I gave it to Jacob.
He should have it.
He just told me you had it.
Well, I haven't, so drop it.
Do you think Henri's got it?
No idea.
You're starting to piss me off!
Mathias, you stay here.
I'll wait for my cousin
with Mr. Nemours.
What are you doing here?
I just saw Marie.
She said you've got the letter.
No, I gave it back.
You sure?
No.
I don't know.
Be discreet.
He's right there.
Jeanne had it.
Anyone seen her?
I haven't.
She got a mobile?
No, she doesn't want a mobile.
Think she got
the wrong station?
Can I talk to you, sir?
Yes.
It's personal.
Don't worry about my cousin.
She knows Paris.
She's not lost.
What's on your mind?
Everyone thinks you lost
a letter in the cinema.
Really?
I lost a letter?
Marie found a letter,
and she thinks it fell
out of your pocket.
In fact, it belongs to me.
And it's really very private.
Sir, I'm going to need
your help here.
Okay.
Take it easy.
We'll find Junie,
then we'll deal with the letter.
I'm asking
a real big favor here.
I'll do it.
Don't worry.
You have to ask Marie
for the letter back,
saying it's yours.
What does this letter say?
It's a love letter, sir.
Are you kidding?
What the fuck's going on?
Marie can't know
the letter's mine,
and she can't tell Henri.
What's Henri got to do
with this?
It started as a game,
then became more serious,
especially for Henri.
I realized he was in love.
Then I met Martin.
We saw each other in secret,
between lessons,
at lunchtimes.
We couldn't live
without each other.
I never thought he'd do that.
He threatened us.
He told us if we carried on,
he'd put the photo
on the school website.
Run along.
I'll take care of your cousin.
Thank you, sir.
No problem.
Where's he going?
He's not waiting with us?
We've been here an hour!
Why did you wait for me?
I need a bit of space, Otto.
Leave me alone.
Wait a second.
I have to talk to Junie
privately about her cousin.
Is Mathias okay?
Give us a moment.
Mathias is upset over a letter.
Do you know anything about it?
Yes, but what's it to him?
It concerns him because
the letter belongs to him.
I don't think so.
It fell out of your pocket.
Did you see it fall?
No.
Whoever told you that is wrong.
The letter belongs to Mathias,
it matters to him,
and he needs it back.
Fine.
Why are you getting involved?
I'm not getting involved;
I'm just...
That letter isn't mine,
but I'm going to pretend
it is for your cousin.
I want you to know that.
Do you believe me?
It's not me
you have to convince.
Marie found the letter
on your chair.
She'd better not tell Nemours.
If she says a word,
I'll kill Marie.
Do you have any proof
it's not yours?
I can't reveal
Mathias' secrets.
There are no secrets
between Mathias and me.
It's from a guy called Martin.
I haven't even read it.
I've read the letter.
It's from a woman.
Are you sure about that?
"I don't care
if you hide me away,
"as long as you come find
me again.
"I am patient,
and while I await you,
"I will recall your whole body.
I'm even in love
with your knees."
Do you believe me now?
Can I have the letter, please?
I tore it up.
But if you don't give it
to Marie, she'll smell a rat.
Do you recall the letter?
Write it yourself.
Martin gave it me
just before the film.
I read it quickly.
I remember what it says,
more or less anyway.
It wasn't a long letter.
That's great!
You can rewrite it.
A girl's handwriting is better.
Tomorrow you give it to Marie.
This is ridiculous.
I don't think saving my skin
is ridiculous.
What was this letter
written on?
What kind of paper?
Ordinary white paper.
I've got some.
Let's do it now.
Come and sit down.
Come on.
Paper.
Pen.
You don't mind writing
a love letter to me?
"I love you too much
to let you think
I can live without you."
"My love, I beg you,
don't leave me."
Oh, no.
Don't joke around
It's already bad enough
for Martin.
One can be a little lyrical.
I'd rather we keep it
as near to true as we can.
What's next?
How long have you been together?
Since October the 12th.
You're the only person
who knows.
I think Esther knows.
She's got no idea.
You don't mind
when he's with her?
Yes, of course.
But if Mathias wanted us
to be open,
I'd feel uneasy about that too.
I couldn't hide away
all the time.
You're lucky,
because Otto's a real saint.
I've gotta go.
My brother's waiting for me
at judo.
Will you call?
Yeah.
I'm sick of this.
What's up?
I don't know.
I'm not going to Italian.
Will you stay with me?
Sure.
You give the orders;
I follow on.
Where will you go for now?
Maybe to my dad's,
if he'll have me.
Or there's my aunt in Brittany.
I don't get
why you want to leave.
You were just settling in.
Why run off so soon?
I went too fast.
I know it.
I thought going to a new school
was the right thing
after Mom died.
I overestimated myself.
Mathias' folks will let you go?
I think so.
How long will you be gone?
I don't know.
I might come back
after the holidays.
Don't take it personally.
Of course I take it personally.
Your leaving means
I didn't help you.
You're the only one
who helps me.
Not enough,
because you're leaving me.
I'm not leaving,
just distancing.
Honest, it's better that way.
Can't you tell me why?
I just explained.
I want the truth,
or I can't fight back.
What's happened to you?
Should I make
a useless confession?
What does that mean?
Junie, what does that mean?
Tell me.
I'd rather know than imagine.
You promised not to lie,
so don't lie.
Junie.
I'm going away to protect myself
from someone here.
The truth is, I'm fleeing.
Someone you're in love with?
Someone I don't want to love.
You've fallen in love
with someone else?
No, the opposite.
I'm going away
to not fall in love.
I respect you, Otto.
I'm telling you that
because I care for you.
You care for me
but love another.
That'll pass.
I just have to go away
for a while.
Who is it?
You can't force me to say.
I want to know.
Must be someone special
if you're going to ruin
your year for them.
I admitted there was someone
because I don't want
to hide things like the others.
But I can't tell you who.
Has this boy said
that he loves you?
No, but I understood he does
in other ways.
Does he know we're together?
If we still are.
If I didn't want
to be with you,
I'd have left without a word.
Sir!
Henri and Mathias are fighting.
We can't break it up.
Hey!
What's going on?
You're going to have
a few bruises.
Stop it now!
Are you insane?
Give me your bag, dear.
I'm fine, Mom.
Margot!
Will he get out?
Yes, they're not going
to hold him.
Good-bye.
Henri.
Thank you.
I'm sorry.
It doesn't matter.
Thanks.
Bye.
Otto.
I can understand.
Even if I can't,
he leaves me no choice.
I hate that he lied to me
for months.
At least he could have told me.
It wasn't that easy for him.
Perhaps he was a bit mixed up.
I'd like to help him,
but he refuses.
Did he say
he doesn't want to see you?
Yes.
He says it's for the best,
to not suffer.
He's afraid the others
will mock me because of Martin.
He wants to deal with it alone.
You have to give him some time.
I can't even be jealous.
He doesn't love him.
He can't love him.
Anyway, you didn't see Mathias
all that often.
You don't have to be joined
at the hip.
Shit, I ought to hate him,
but the only thing I feel
is afraid, afraid for him.
I'm always afraid.
For me, it was true love.
Did you tell him?
No.
He forbid me.
He said it was mawkish.
Hello.
I was looking for you.
How is Mathias?
He talked to Esther.
What did he say to her?
He told her he loves Martin.
There you go.
The little lad's
being brave again.
Brave and selfish.
He doesn't give a damn
how Esther feels.
He's just relieved
Having the courage
of your convictions
isn't always easy.
Would you mind
leaving me alone?
If you don't mind.
No.
You not with Junie?
She got stuck in the cafe
with Nemours.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Hello.
What do you want?
I came to find you.
What for?
Haven't you got Russian at 2:00?
Yes.
Don't you have Italian
at 2:00?
I'm not going.
Why not?
I just don't want to.
Have you got anything
to tell me?
No.
What do you expect me to say?
Go on.
It starts in five minutes.
See you later.
Listen.
Junie's in the courtyard.
So? She's outside,
not in Italian.
Can you spy on her?
What do you think she's up to?
No questions asked, please.
It'll cost you.
Drop it, doesn't matter.
Excuse me,
can I leave the room?
Does that mean yes?
Thank you.
Take out your Pasternak texts.
We can't go on like this.
I'm as lost as you are.
So did you see her?
Who was she with?
What was she doing with Nemours?
They were kissing?
You come with me,
then say nothing.
I'm waiting for you to speak.
Don't start with that, please.
When do you go to your dad's?
I can't go to my dad's.
And it would be mean
to leave Mathias.
It wasn't mean kissing Nemours?
Are you mad?
I didn't kiss Nemours.
I'd never kiss him!
You were seen.
No one can have seen us.
You've got good hiding places.
I beg you,
don't accuse me
of something I haven't done.
I thought you were different.
But you're the same as Marie,
except Marie
doesn't act superior.
Sometimes we lack the rain
The storm gathers more pace
To cry out in our pain
These words throw in your face
Sometimes we lack the rain
As in the sun we die
From its heat we refrain
When love has gone away
Sometimes we strive in vain
To fight I would prefer
To beat her, give her pain
So no one would want her
Sometimes we strive in vain
Our arms they do betray
When love we would retain
Like sand, just slips away
Sometimes sobs we contain
Yet out pours have more class
A few tears would explain
But that's too much, alas
Sometimes sobs we contain
Sometimes the day's a strain
The nights better express
Stars like crosses do ordain
A sky in mourning just for us
Sometimes the day's a strain
The night is long to come
When it falls,
you feel the pain
Of every starry dome
Good night.
Be strong.
Mathias, Junie hasn't been
in class for three weeks.
I'm aware of that.
I haven't said anything yet
to the secretary, but...
You understand?
I can't pretend
nothing's going on.
Could you persuade her?
I'll try.
Tell her
I won't be here Monday.
I'm taking sick leave
to the end of year.
Because you're sick?
I'd like everyone
to introduce themselves.
What's your name?
My name is Antonio.
- And you?
- Martin.
Okay.
And you?
I'm Emilie.
And what's your name?
My name is Junie.
Delighted to meet you.
- And you?
- Clement.
Go on.
I'll catch up.
Okay?
You wanted to talk to me?
I'm sorry for acting like this.
I feel so pathetic doing this,
but I have to talk to you.
Otherwise, I'll go mad.
That's fine,
but don't expect anything.
I'm not ashamed
to talk frankly.
I thought that's one thing
you liked about me,
my openness.
Imagining you could
no longer love me
is far worse for me
than what you call "the rules"
I set for myself.
I know we're two people,
and so like anyone,
we could be together.
But for how long?
If we're two ordinary people,
how long will our love last?
Eternal love doesn't exist,
not even in books.
So loving means
for a finite time.
There'd be no miracle for us.
We're no different
to anyone else.
Otto is the only man
who'll love me all his life.
It sounds dumb,
but it's almost true.
If I give myself to you,
you'll go off.
You don't trust me much, then.
I'm not a fool.
You're handsome.
Everyone likes you.
You've known a lot of women.
I've met at least two of them.
As with them,
one day you'll leave
to love another
that you find more pleasing.
And I won't survive.
Not to mention the jealousy.
The state that letter put me in.
I'd always think
you're loved by,
and in love with, another.
Perhaps I'd be able
to endure my sadness.
Others do.
It won't work, Junie.
You can't hold out alone
against our love,
because I am armed...
And I'm not going
to let you do it.
See you tomorrow?
No.
Not tomorrow, the next day.
Come round if you like.
5:00'?
Mathias, it's Nemours.
I'm outside.
I was meeting Junie at 5:00.
It's nearly 7:00.
I didn't see you come home.
I'm worried.
Call me when you get
this message.
Hello.
Hello, Mathias.
My mom didn't let me
come today.
Junie left yesterday afternoon.
Where did she go?
I can't tell you.
She's gone far away.
You shouldn't wait for her.
She said not to pass on
any news,
that she never wants
to hear from you again
Thank you.
Go in.
You'll catch a cold.