Cap Nord

HEADING NORTH

I don't wanna go, I don't want to!

I won't go, it's too cold out there!

Don't be scared, I'll be here.

It's so far away...

What are you talking about?

I wanna stay where I am!

You just had a nightmare, that's all!

Wake me, shake me when it's over...

Stop shaking...

Stop shaking.

What time is it?

What time is it?

What's the occasion?

I don't know, I came here with someone.

It's weird, isn't it?

Is it a birthday?

I heard it's a Northern party.

What does that mean?

A little togetherness...

- What's the contrary of impeccable? - What?

Its antonym.

Dubious?

Yeah...

Anything better?

Especially in France...

You don't feel like going for it.

What?

Love!

All the more since love films have become very rare lately.

See, it's not as impressive as you thought.

I don't want to, I don't want to...

You'll get used to it...

like everybody.

Shake me, wake me when it's over.

He's thin and frail and gracious...

but masterful, as in the ancient times.

What are you doing?

Lately?

Yeah...

I'm searching... and searching... But I'm not finding anything.

It must be hard, for sure!

So, for the rent... and the rest... I'm a construction worker.

I feel like I keep saving and saving.

And every little bit hurts, doesn't it?

Yes!

- Which day is it again? - Monday.

Already?

The only way to triumph in France

is to get crowned on the triumphant's head.

- What do you think? - It's wrong.

You mean it's bad?

What about you?

Nothing's happening.

And what about him?

It's impossible to argue with him, he loves it.

Respectable and inspired, impressive and noble.

What time is it?

Is someone there?

Is someone there?

I'm sorry, I thought I was alone...

It's so dark at this hour.

Not very crowded.

No...

I was walking through Paris earlier,

and I found myself Ionely in the crowd.

Did you?

I wasn't very far, so I came back here.

Do you often come back?

Never.

Neither do I.

In those days, lived and flourished a set of young people,

some of them rich, some poor,

all of them idle,

called 'free-livers'.

They lived a carefree life indeed,

intrepid eaters,

and yet more intrepid drinkers.

All of them spendthrifts.

They mingled the roughest jokes with a life

not so much reckless

as furious.

No impossibility ever stopped them,

and they took glory in their wrongdoings,

as long as they kept within their own boundaries.

They showed the most original wit in their escapades,

and it was impossible not to forgive them.

Nothing throws a higher blame on the helotism

to which the Restoration had condemned the young people.

Those who didn't know what to do with themselves

did not only become absorbed in journalism,

conspiracies, literature and art!

They dived into the oddest overindulgence,

such sap and luxuriant strength was there

in young France.

They were hard workers

who sought power and pleasure,

artists who craved for treasures,

idle looking to feed their passions.

Anyway,

they wanted their own place,

which politics would not grant them.

The free-livers were all gifted with unusual mental powers,

which some of them lost to this demanding life,

while others resisted.

When was it again, the Restoration?

It reminds me, I'm hungry.

Walk on into my heart, baby.

I'm cracking up over you.

How to make a sad man glad...

I'm glad I'm the loser...

You can't hurry love, no, you just have to wait...

If you ever walk out of my life...

Stop and take a look at yourself.

Ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no river wild enough

to keep me from getting to you, babe.

I'm so sorry, oh so sorry...

Don't pity me.

I'm Ionely in a crowd.

You will never get away.

My world is empty without you.

Danger, heartbreak dead ahead...

I'm the queen, the queen of fools.

You will never get away again, now that you've come back to me.

I'm saving all my loving for you.

Oh, lost love...

It's gonna be a big thing, a big thing, yeah!

Ooh weeh, baby I love you.

First I had a problem,

I didn't know what to do.

Now I've got no problem,

all I had was you.

Guess I'll go on searching,

trying to find the one.

Guess I'll go on searching,

trying to find the one.

Enough, you're out of your mind.

Enough.

I don't need you to help me find my way.

I can make it if I just don't see your face.

How a woman must hate the man

who would not love when she was fain for his love.

Dreadful charity.

Dreadful charity.

Oh God... David, is that you?

Estella?

So, it is you?

Changed, and beautiful...

- I'm not beautiful anymore, David. - Yes you are.

Even more.

It's deeper in your skin.

Estella...

They have built on this place.

See?

There's nothing left of our wasteland.

You see?

When the union of two souls has been perfect,

as it had been in the beginning for Eve and Lucien,

any blow to that beautiful ideal is fatal.

Villains can make up after a knife fight,

but lovers can break up forever over a look, or a word.

In the memory of an almost perfect lovelife,

lies the secret of so many unexplained partings.

You may live with suspicion

if your past holds no memories of complete and unclouded love,

but for those used to a perfect understanding,

it becomes unbearable to constantly have to watch over looks or words.

Never heard of Eve and Lucien. Were they very much in love?

They are brother and sister.

Are they?

I'm blue.

I'm so ashamed.

How could I do this to you?

It's terrible.

Periodical repentance is like a great hypocrisy.

It becomes a sort of indemnity for wrongdoings.

Repentance is a virginity of the soul, to be saved for God.

A man who repents twice is a horrible sycophant.

I am afraid, Paul,

that you regard repentance only as an absolution.

- How long have you been here? - I just got here,

but I should have left half an hour ago.

Oh?

I have a date.

Oh?

Yeah.

I'm late.

Alas, I guess inside every poet

lies a pretty woman of the worst kind ever.

Are you still living abroad?

Still.

And you're doing well there, I am sure?

I work pretty hard for a sufficient living...

Yes, I'm doing well.

- I have often thought of you. - Have you?

There was a time

when I kept far from the memories of our past,

quite ignorant of its worth.

But, since a recent time, I have given it a place in my heart.

I remember the feeling.