Jules et Jim Page #3

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Answer me honestly.

Is she cut out

to be a wife and mother?

I'm afraid she will never

be happy on this earth.

She has a vision. Maybe

she can't belong to just one man.

- Let's go.

- No.

This time, I won't move.

I give up.

Help me, kids.

Let's go, kids.

At last, I read a book I liked.

A writer, a German, of course...

who dares to say out loud

what I think inside.

The sky that we see is merely

a small hollow ball...

no bigger than that.

And we walk

with our heads towards the center.

The attraction pulls towards

the outside under our feet...

towards that solid crust

in which the bubble is enclosed.

How thick is the crust

and what's beyond it?

Go and see.

That's not a question

to discuss between gentlemen.

Answer me tomorrow, Catherine.

If you say no...

I will ask you every year again

on your birthday.

You've known few women.

I've known plenty of men.

It averages out.

We might make an honest couple.

I've proposed to her.

She almost said yes.

At fifteen,

I was in love with Napoleon.

I dreamt I met him in an elevator.

We had a child

and I never saw him again.

Poor Napoleon.

I was taught:

Our father who arts in heaven.

I thought it said arts.

I imagined my father with an easel

painting in Paradise.

I believe I've said something funny.

At least, amusing.

You might try to smile.

Will anyone present

scratch my back?

The Lord scratches

those who scratch themselves.

The Lord scratches those...

You two taught me how to laugh.

Before, I always looked glum.

But that's all over.

It's raining. Come and see.

I miss Paris.

Let's go back, please.

We'll be there tomorrow night.

I've sold my book.

This is for Catherine.

This is for both of you.

- What is it?

- A back-scratcher.

I'm taking you

to the theater tonight.

- What will we see?

- A new Swedish play.

It starts at nine.

When the sand stops,

we'll get dressed.

Jim saw his friends often.

He liked to be with them.

Jules' two pillows

were now side by side.

Catherine learned to live again.

I still like that girl.

She wants to be free.

She invents her own life.

- Doesn't Jim agree?

- No.

It's a confused

and self-indulging play.

The writer revels in vice

to preach virtue.

We don't even know

when or where it's taking place.

He doesn't say

if the heroine is a virgin.

That's not important.

Usually not, but since he explains

that the hero is impotent...

that his brother is gay

and that the sister is a nymphomaniac...

why should he dismiss the heroine?

That's all in your mind.

Yes, and you help us think of it.

No psychology tonight.

It's not psychology,

it's metaphysics.

In a couple,

the wife must be faithful.

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