Three Colors: Blue Page #3

Get me ready.

After I changed,

I came here for a drink.

I looked around the audience,

for no reason.

In the middle... of the first

row, I saw my father.

He seemed tired.

And sleepy.

But he was starring a girl's ass.

The shithead who let you in

wouldn't make him leave.

He told me, that if he pays,

he has a right to watch.

I didn't know who I could count on.

I was desperate.

I didn't know who to talk to.

- That's why I phoned you.

- And your father?

his watch and left.

At 23.45 is the last train

to Montpellier.

Why do you do this?

Because I like to.

I think everybody likes to.

- You saved my life.

- I didn't do anything.

- I asked you to come and you did.

- No.

Julie...

Isn't that you?

Lucille, we are on.

It's me.

European Council proposes you

to finish the composition of

Patrice De Courcy.

I agreed. I am working on it now.

I'm trying to understand

Patrice. It's not easy.

Can you tell something

about this score, shown here

for the very first time?

It's the first part of the concert

Patrice composed,

commissioned by

the European Council.

The concert was to be played

just once

by twelve symphonic orchestras

in the 12 EU cities.

Patrice was a secretive man.

Only his wife, Julie, would

understand him.

I tried asking her to participate

in this program, but

she refused.

I assume that these documents

are from your archives.

No, they are not archives.

Who can predict?

They are photos and documents which

I found in his desk at the Conservatory.

His wife didn't want them.

I am not sure

I should show them.

He was a great man. One of the

most important composers of our time.

People like him belong to everybody.

I'll be five minutes.

Where did I put it?

A green calling card.

- Did you watch TV today?

- No.

I found it. Her number at home

and at work.

Why do you need this?

Today, on TV, she showed the

scores I took from you.

After the accident, when

nothing was sure, I made a copy.

When you picked it up,

I knew you'd destroy it.

- I kept the copy and sent it to Strasbourg.

- Why did you do that?

The music is so beautiful.

You can't destroy things like that.

Olivier!

I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

- I heard you're finishing Patrice's concert.

- I thought I could try...

You can't.

You have no right. It won't be the same.

I said I'd try.

I don't know if I'll finish.

I'll tell you why. It was a way...

that's what I thought, to make you cry, run.

The only way of making you say,

"I want" or "I don't want".

- It's not fair.

- You didn't leave me any choice.

- You have no right to.

- You want to see what I've done?

I'm not sure I understood.

If I could play for you...

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