Who Knows? (Va savoir)

WHO KNOWS?

Stop. French spoken here.

I'm home, my tongue, I'm fine.

No, it's not that fine.

I'm fine, not fine,

not fine, I'm fine.

I'd just like to have stage fright,

that's all, not that much to ask,

instead of fear, ridiculous, ridiculous, and foul.

And why, why, why?

I looked for your blue kimono everywhere.

It's not in the basket or in the trunk.

I think you left it in Torino.

You were supposed to mend it.

There on the shoulder, I'm sure.

I cherish that kimono.

- Where's the bathroom? - At the end of the hall.

You didn't give it to me.

Find it. Please.

Well, right or left?

Is Ugo done? I need to speak to him.

I don't know.

I heard advance sales are low.

Did you see? Fosco is being coy!

You know where his office is?

A bit soon chasing him, no?

How do you like the theater? Nice, isn't it?

Like it?

I keep getting lost

as if I were in a foreign land.

A good setup. Traditional. I like it very much.

A bit red for me.

Not for me!

What's wrong, Camille?

Why do you ask?

These past two days, you seem tense.

Is it Paris?

Maybe...

Coming back for the first time

after all this time...

How long has it been?

Two years? No.

Three years.

Three years, yes...

To top it off,

playing in Paris

in Italian,

an Italian author, an Italian company...

You won't answer?

You answer...

She wants to have a drink with you.

- So? - Fine.

I'm fine...

No, don't speak to me.

I don't want to talk.

And this?

That, yes...

Pierre?

Who's there? Is that you, Ugo?

Pierre... what a joke.

I really should calm down.

I knew it would happen, it was coming.

Should have said no, not a chance, not Paris.

Even three years later, I can't.

I cannot.

That's that.

Breathe,

breathe...

My chest is blocked, my temples are pounding.

It's horrible.

If you hadn't loved me so,

I wouldn't feel so bad.

If only I had explained,

but I couldn't explain.

One cannot love so much, it's inhuman.

He's a monster.

I don't want to see him.

Ready?

We're on!

Paris, here we come!

End it? Are you mad?

I won't even appear.

Go to the door, listen if she's coming up alone.

Wait!

I hear her shouting!

- Maybe she's sending them off. - They're all drunk.

Someone was following them.

Give me that gun!

No, I don't plan to use it. I'll keep it, in my pocket.

- Give it to me! - Leave me alone!

Do you hear?

It's up to you, Signora, to get a hold on your life again!

My life? What life?

Of Signora Lucia, with your husband.

- Have you forgotten? - No, I haven't forgotten!

This man is still looking for his wife after ten years?

His Cia.

Yes, Signora.

His Cia!

Does he really think she can be the same?

If you want to, Signora.

After ten years, the same?

After all that has passed, the same?

He's mad!

The proof: she's never returned.

If you want to now, Signora...

If I want to?

Yes, to flee from myself.

Remember nothing.

Empty my whole being.

Yes, mind you:

a body... to be just a body.

You say it's hers, in her likeness?

I no longer feel myself, I no longer care.

I no longer know how to live.

A body,

a body without a name,

waiting for someone to take it.

Yes, indeed,

if he must recreate me,

give a new soul...

to this body...

His Cia?

His Cia.

Let him take it,

and put his memories in it, his own.

A beautiful life,

a new life.

I am but despair!

Signora, I rush to call him.

No one calls from my house!

- I shall call! - No, wait.

I'll go. I'll call. And we shall see.

Let's be serious!

A body without a name.

I knew it, I knew it.

I don't need you, I don't want to see anyone.

Is something wrong?

- Thanks. - What for?

The blank.

Without you, I'd still be there.

I thought it was ironic.

What?

The thanks.

I'll be fine.

I'm sure of it, Camille.

Come, Salter!

Boffi, remember to send all my things.

Is the car outside? I'll go out like this!

Like this.

Let's go.

No wait.

It's more whim than drama.

- Ugo, I must speak to you... - I have to hurry.

We just got the fax from the bank.

The first deposit didn't arrive.

I'm out of cash for the per diems. They're ready to explode.

Advance sales are disastrous. Only a third of the house.

- What do we do? - Pray to the Madonna.

Have you seen Miss Renard?

She came in ten minutes ago.

What happened, Camille, what's wrong?

Forgive me.

That's all you can say? I've never seen this.

Leaving before the bow, opening night...

Even if you didn't like it, it's... insulting!

- To whom? - The public, me,

the company, everyone.

I didn't want to insult anyone.

I felt bad, it happens.

That's not enough.

I need an explanation.

I can't explain.

You can't, or don't want to?

Can't I help you?

All I can say is I will try...

I promise, it won't happen again.

You won't tell me more?

No,

I can't.

I'm tired, that's all.

Just tired, or...

tired...?

I'm not very proud of myself.

I'm ashamed.

So,

what are you going to do?

Sleep.

Then,

good night.

If you need me, I'm here.

Sorry.

Out already?

Charming.

Better and better.

Where could he have gone, that bum?

It mustn't,

I can't,

it must not,

I must not,