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Drenched.

I am drenched.

"ln bitter gall and deadly poison."

Sorry?

"The sweetness of love is drenched

in bitter gall and deadly poison."

Maurice Sceve, sixteenth century.

I'm going to discuss Louise Labe.

Labe?

The Beautiful Rope Maker

lover of ice and fire.

Sixteenth-century sonnets.

"l live, I die, I burn and I drown."

"Labbe", did you say?

- One "B".

Aren't you afraid that's too obscure

for most people?

Physical love is their bread and butter.

This is delicious.

Sour plums from our own garden.

Distilled in the abbey.

- No, no more.

You're on foot today.

- That's true.

Well, I'm going to say goodbye,

dear friends.

They can wait a little longer.

- I have no one waiting for me.

I was suddenly thinking...

Who will be reading

Louise Labe's poems? An actress?

You could find an actress, Victor.

I'll get an actress from Liege then,

to prevent local jealousy.

Goodnight, dear Jeanne.

"Gales and gusts"

"Trapped in the hollows of dead forests"

Mathieu...

Sometimes I miss teaching.

Don't forget the actress.

She's still not back.

- She'll come.

Can't they just take the last train?

- You know they like to take the road.

We can't sit and wait for her all night.

She has her key.

I have to wait and lock up.

I've done that for fifteen years.

In my own house.

And it's over with Victor.

Victor?

Do you think I'm blind?

"May I say, my dear Jeanne..."

To your hands and your eyes

I hold no surprise

Marie knows what she's doing.

And John is not a bad young man.

Don't look so worried.

Go to sleep. I'll join you later.

Good night, Mathieu.

Good night, Jeanne.

I'm not going to wait till daybreak.

I won't wait all night

until madam comes home.

It's always the same.

In the past it was girl friends

and now...

I'll bolt the door and switch off

the lights. I'm going up to Jeanne.

Keep your cat.

You don't have another.

I'm cross. Very cross.

She's not too old for a beating.

Incredible.

Juliette... Come here, come.

Come, Juliette.

See you tomorrow.

- Yes, tomorrow.

Don't forget to bolt the door.

Can I borrow the Volvo?

- Yes, of course.

Don't forget.

Lock the door. Lock it.

Lock the door. She no longer

has a dog. She's lost it.

She doesn't have her dog any more.

Her dog is dead. She's lost her dog.

Cat and dog... no.

No, it's a foreigner.

She's lost her dog.

You see?

She hasn't got her dog now.

A dog and a cat. No, no.

He's a foreigner, you see?

A foreigner.

Hello?

Hello?

I couldn't just leave you here.

No, there's no need to be afraid.

I didn't know what to do.

Maybe you need my help?

Why are you here?

It's going to get very cold.

But that's none of my business.

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