Suite Francaise Page #3

to is doing it.

My mother-in-law pretended

we were united in war,

but the well-off

continued to reap their own wheat

and count their own money

and to hell with everyone else.

Others like Benoit and Madeleine

wouldn't have hoarded even

if they'd had the chance.

This is for you. It's

just we have food to spare...

if you know what I mean.

You must miss Gaston, miss having

someone else to talk to.

Yes I do.

Do you write to him?

- We don't know where he is.

- Well you should write anyway.

Make you feel better.

Benoit would do anything to swap

places with Gaston,

...to have fought like a man.

- Really?

If you don't believe me you

can ask him yourself.

You...

- Can we help you?

- Mesdames.

There has been a change of plan.

I have been billeted with you.

I apologise for the inconvenience.

But they said that we were too far

from the village to have anyone.

I was surprised myself.

I was staying at the chateau.

- You're an officer?

- A lieutenant.

But this is just a farmhouse.

The rooms won't be good enough.

We haven't even got

any running water.

You needn't worry about me.

This will do nicely.

Here.

This young officer

relished his power to disrupt

Benoit and Madeleine's lives,

as if their lives

weren't difficult enough already.

And what about our soldier?

Every night I heard him.

Always the same unfamiliar music.

I was meant to resent him, yet there

was relief in his presence

after months of silence.

Bubi.

Sorry to disturb you.

The dog isn't mine. We found him

in an abandoned village.

At least he's a Frenchman.

May I'

Your house is beautiful, Madame.

It isn't mine.

It's my mother-in-law's.

The piano is yours, I imagine.

And what makes you say that?

I don't believe you mother-in-law

is a music lover.

My father gave that piano to me.

- Do you play?

- I do.

But Madame doesn't want

any music in the house

until my husband's home to hear it.

You mind if I sit?

The piece you keep playing...

- I don't recognise it.

- You wouldn't.

- I've studied music, you know.

- Not this.

You wrote it.

I was a composer before

the war, when I first got married.

- You're married?

- I've been married four years.

And a soldier four years.

She must miss you.

No, not really.

Not anymore.

Hello?

Bubi, here.

- What are you doing here?

- I thought I'd left something.

So you come in without asking?

I can't hear you.

I'm sorry.

- Did you look at any of these?

- No, I promise. -Read one.

Read one.

Out loud.

"To whom it may concern.

Monsieur Blanc is a married father

of five children.

For several months he has had...

sexual relations with a young woman

half his age."

"He should be charged

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