Gabrielle (2005) Movie Script

Today I'm coming home
earlier than usual.
I took the inner circle train
I worked hard.
l won't go by the Club.
I have the ease of contentment,
not disdainful, but confident.
A man with money and friends.
I'm taIl and heaIthy.
Friends say I have the cold stare
of achievement,
like excelling in sports
or making money.
I'm not a sportsman,
but money comes easily.
Ive been married for ten years.
My wife is well bred and intelligent.
She was bored at home.
Her individuality had no play.
She seemed so much the right sort
that I succumbed to her charms.
Friends said I was very much in love
and I said so myself.
Every man fa is in love
once in his life,
and that was the real first time.
Before, Ive had seemed
an unnecessary bother.
After we were married,
our circle of frends grew.
Fifty peopIe became aware
of our existence.
Now thirty more invite us,
and we invite them.
Our dinners may be less famous
than others,
but many value ours more.
We're not being frivolous.
Those at our table are part of our set.
Men and women who fear
emotion and failure
more than fire, war, or fatal disease.
Let me give you the complete list:
A cuckold husband kills his wife.
A woman poisons her lover.
Infanticide. Patricide.
Virgins raped. Blood. Tears.
Death everywhere.
Thats theater today!
Revoltind stories that are all alike.
For there is my real misfortune
that looms up in life like a wall...
I look at my wife.
That placid face.
Gabrielle is perhaps paler today,
But that palor is part of her appeal.
Im proud of what she is: impassive.
She was like that ten years ago.
The same stol dity, the same smile.
You ove that.
t's monstrous! Like two hours
in your worst nightmares!
I aIways dream of very safe things,
with loving strangers.
I trust Gabrielle entirely.
She is candid and faithful.
I know her thoughts,
even her most secret ones,
and her dreams.
I never repeat what a stranger tells me.
I keep it to my self.
Not knowing me,
he didn't mean for me to repeat it.
Theres someone you still dont know?
What does it mean to know someone?
Who knows whom, in fact?
Well, I know Made eine,
and you, of course.
The others are enigmas.
Gnawing doubts are tiresome.
Take Jean, hes an absolute fortress.
But not GabrieIIe.
No, not GabrieIIe.
Not Gabrielle, what?
I dont see the need to know people
to enjoy their company.
I have no taste for the secrets
Madeleine loves.
Jean's acquantance a one is enough.
I enjoy your company.
As you should ours.
Or should we do without it?
Idealist, sentimental,
and incensed.
not too much for one person?
One day,
to give her individuality fair play,
Gabrielle took up philanthropic work.
I took an active interest in politics.
Having met a literary man
related to an early.
I was induced to finance
a moribund newspaper.
It was utterly devoid of convictions.
And then it started to pay.
I'd made a good investment.
He said something...
Who, Francis?
He said he was tired of playing.
No one is obliged to play.
They can just watch.
Playing cards is normaI.
Did he tell you?
He never speaks to me directly.
Hes afraid he might let himself go.
I think once let something slip
that he regrets...
Artist types started coming
to our house.
Our Thursdays became famous.
People from the paper joined us.
Why shouId Francis' attitude
affect your circle,
your home?
The editor, for one.
I must tell you about this editor.
Is it so important?
I don't like him.
He sits in the drawing room,
and taks for hours with a smile
on his thick lips.
He writes poetry.
Hes a jackass.
I shouldn't criticize, he's not alone.
Thats not what Francis said.
He said the game was over.
I remember now.
"Now, the game is over!" he said.
He also said he wanted
an illness to carry him off.
''But not too fast.''
He wanted to be sure to die,
but to have t me to ponder his errors,
to take stock, so to speak.
What? A saint committing errors?
Then he's no saint.
"Stock" is no overstatement.
He hasn't spent an evening home
in the past 20 years.
A staggering notion.
If one is so clear-sighted,
how can one bear to go out so often?
What for?
- I'm going.
- Goodbye.
EspeciaIly if each outing
is chance to commit an error.
The Martineaus are expecting me.
Are they as good as us?
They're society people.
Aren't we all?
Some more than others.
You may never get invited
to the Martineaus.
If you are, we will be.
Dont worry about that.
Did Francis stop coming to us first,
or the Caste -Blanchets?
I'm lost.
The idea of it being us first!
Why come every other week?
Stop coming for good!
Hes not sure not to love us.
Francis never loved anyone.
So its easy to be a saint.
The love we give
makes us what we are.
How can you not love anyone?
Not knowing your own heart.
One day yes, one day no.
How awful.
I think hes hiding.
Even his inflexibility,
everything people admire in him.
''Francis' love
is a step toward sainthood.''
He invests energy in his mask.
The veneer's cracked.
Never hide your true nature.
We have a certain quantity of things
to do in life.
Some do them faster than others.
and after that, they collapse.
Did I tell you how met Gabrielle?
It was years ago, I remember well.
We were strolling up a lawn.
Groups of guests
were scattered in the sunshine.
Colored parasols
peeked through the trees.
It was a truly splendid day.
Nothing could possibly go wrong.
The women wore page summer dresses.
The men in their dark suits smiled.
It was like in a magic garden,
where animated flowers smile at bewitched knights.
Madam isn't in.
There was a sumptuous serenity
to it all.
I knew then
that hapiness was the lot
of all mankind,
and I wanted something
of that splendor for myself.
That day.
Gabrielle was crossing a meadow.
Seeing her
l thought nothing could go wrong
in a world of such distinction.
I was proud,
l wanted to grasp it firmly,
get what gratification I could.
That brutal desire seemed suddenly
the most noble of aspirations.
I checked to see
if we were being observed,
I felt inspired.
I spoke to her. I proposed to her.
And I married her. Ten years ago.
GabrieIle is no ordinary woman.
I ove her as a collector
does his most prized item.
Once acquired,
it becomes his so e reason to live.
In t me we came
to know each other enough
for all practice purposes.
That's important.
We have no intimacy, nor need of any.
My desire s appeased.
lt's become a habit.
We share the same bedroom.
l insisted on that much.
I have no need for affairs,
just twin beds and two nightstands,
and Gabrielle in the other bed.
When we die, she will lie
in the grave next to...
Why write when she knows
ill be home for dinner?
A bit ridiculous, isn't it?
"Jean, in a hour I will have left...
"... go to a man...
''...hide it any longer...
"...it mey seem terrible and mad.
"It is terrible and right.
''Forgive me. Goodbye.''
I'M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!
Youre muddy, there.
It's an ugly sight.
Why so silent?
Remorse?
Fear?
What's this letter?
A mistake.
A mistake? Three lines or so?
You leave as note
so theres no turning back,
yet you do.
You, who always knows
the right thing to do...
But here you come back,
the ink still fresh.
l have no time to compose
the appropriate face.
You didn't accustom me to such folly.
There's nothing more to say.
It was honest.
Where's the honesty in all this?
When did you begin to be honest?
What are you now? Still honest?
There's nothing more to tell.
I couldn't do it.
Anyway, the law is on my side.
If at least you he died!
I would have beem offered condolences
and known how to reply.
That's a familar situation.
But no, you come back.
This is very humilliating.
Why on earth would my wife...
A cultured person,
mistress of the house...
throw away respect, comfort,
peace, decency, everything!
For what? For love?
There's no ove in it. It's passion!
Tomorrow every one will know
that you left. and why.
The servants will known tonight.
My wife is a monster,
and everybody will think me a fool.
In fact, youre a stranger to me.
What a horrible platitude!
Yet Im the one who said it.
You're a stranger, but I can be of help,
because Im prepared to listen.
WouId it be of any comfort
if we talked about t?
Talked about him?
Good God!
One surprise after another.
But I know Im right.
You must be in pain.
lt hurts to see you like this.
Would you like a glass of water?
I was just thinking,
do we entertain too much?
It crossed my mind.
But we must entertain.
What else can we do?
Are our attitudes and habits
out of proportion
with others in our circle?
Yes, all those men clinging
to your skirts.
As soon as I asked the question,
I knew the answer.
We simpIy do what we must.
Come over here.
Lets talk.
You must tell me
what you really did today.
You won't tell me who, of course.
So just tell me
where the two of you were?
What did you say?
Thing like that are useful.
Nothing morbid about it.
I wrote
so as not to have to talk to you.
I dont know how to talk to you.
You dont believe that.
Of course you now how.
But youre reliving your meeting today.
Maybe youre starting to feel the shame.
Something must have gone on before.
You didnt just leave on a whim.
Thats not your style.
Look back at the circumstances.
Where were you?
Who? What? When?
The day the idea came up, the idea...
what sort of day was it?
Where you on your way to meet?
Or had you just parted,
surprised by a surge of love?
Was it something long-planned,
or just an idea out of nowhere?
Did he say something surprising,
and you backed away?
Or you walked n
and he'd forgotten you were coming.
He smiled. It wasnt planned,
but he was glad to see you.
Then he saw your imploring gaze...
Others have endured
such misunderstandings.
I thought you cleverer than that.
Your neck has such a lovely brush
when you're nervous.
Your skin reflects you every thought.
I can trace yourlife in each blue vein.
Theyre highly visible.
even the blood pulsing through them.
Some women never color.
Their skin reflects nothing.
not even light.
You have a friend like that,
white like some hideous candle.
The blood in your temples
appealed to me.
It did.
Appealed to me.
What shouId I say? That I forgive you?
is that it?
So here we are,
and I'm at leisure
to trace your thoughts and actions!
How far did you go?
What did you do?
and what brought you back?
I don't know.
And him? What did he expect?
When I decided to go to him,
I wrote the note.
So you saw a lot of him?
Then this letter is not the worst of it?
The worst is my coming back.
Temptation, Gabrielle,
excuses no one.
But there are the weak.
And there are
the envious and the fools.
I'm not to blame for this predicament.
But...
if nothing irreparabIe took place...
Well. I forgive you.
Stop it. Are you mad?
Enough!
Theyll hear you.
Drink this.
Are you mad?
Lets go down to dinner.
- We'll talk tomorrow.
- lt won't change anything...
Then you'I turn in, have a good cry.
I expect you for dinner!
No one should suspect a thing,
not even the servants!
Are we agreed?
I'll wait for you.
Its already late.
You only have to wait on us.
Just wait on us.
Youre devoted
but dont enter my life.
I won't like you more for it.
Why enter my life?
Have I ever reached out to you?
Hurry up.
What do you think of the men
who come here,
who gravitate around us so much?
- Around us?
- You've seen them.
They come,
set eyes on us.
so we have to look at them.
Return their gaze.
Not smile, of course.
You don't smile, I hope.
What gentleness you have.
Why don't I have it?
Maybe I do, when I'm very tired.
When you want less,
it's easy to be gentle.
Isn't it?
Give me your hand.
How could he even look at me?
Ive always avoided people like him,
people with warm hands,
with voices that betray them,
and such emotions inside them.
People who act
as if things truly affected them.
Why did I notice him?
I was very happy,
once.
I was happy a second time.
so remembered the first.
I hadnt understood the first time.
Have you ever been happy, Yvonne?
Certainly, Madam.
Tell me about it.
Who gave you that happiness?
Were you already here?
Do I know him?
I don't know.
Happy?
Because of a man's love?
If that's it. then I'm not sure.
mean,
if anyone has ever made me happy,
I couIdn't say.
I figure Ive given more
than Ive received.
But I'm not caIcuIating
who does what, either.
I wouldnt want to be like that.
So you think
we never know who does what?
Not bad, that haze, clever.
No one says thank you, no one says stop.
Not a word. That's good.
It's good to talk to you.
I should've done it sooner.
So close and so precious.
Excuse me,
I thought Madam
was really asking a question.
Maybe you're poking fun.
Thats it, Im poking fun.
You think just like Monsieur.
Maybe you read his mind.
Is that why you're so aloof
in his presence?
Is there too much to read?
Admit it.
The first time l was happy...
I hadn't taken the cabriolet.
Or else nothing would've happened.
But i had to walk so far.
So I ran into him.
Help me.
Im very hungry.
It's awful
to eat with someone who isn't.
Cou dn't he force himseIf?
Offer him some broth.
I'Il have some with him.
Madam speaks odd y of what she did.
And what did Madam do?
Go on, Yvonne. Speak up.
Yvonne. a pretty name
for such a pretty soul.
But no one knows
what turn things will take.
Yvonne won't turn into a flower,
just a nasty little spy.
And Mrs. Hervey won't go all the way.
She'll stop short.
Did Mrs. Hervey
think of something today?
But then she turned back
on the boulevard.
Amazing how we rush back
from where we go.
What time did l Ieave?
At 3:30 p.m.. Madam.
3:30, yes.
The right time.
And when did I come back?
At 7.
That's right.
It went fast.
Draw me a bath.
maybe it'll curb my appetite.
You ive in a house
where people love you.
Your life matters to us,
and you talk
as if you were gone.
Does Madam think
all this goes on without our noticing?
- We know what goes on.
- What goes on?
Monsieur is kind enough
to open his door to alk kinds.
He didnt see any reason to close it.
He'll close it now, of course.
Because one man
didn't respect the rules.
It's not Madam's fault.
This man played games. It's his nature.
I was walking back from church
the day I ran into him.
Id never really talked to him before.
Neither had he.
He was uncomfortable.
I was glad to see him it at ease.
I began to suffer
when l realized nothing made him laugh.
Why did I notice at one point
that he never laughed?
And why not earlier?
That suffering
was when I began to love him.
But I didnt know it yet.
Im so slow at everything.
I'm slow to feel pain.
I'm slow to feel happy.
Strange, it took me so long.
Seven months.
Two seasons.
And today a departure and a return.
Coming back I can do very quickly.
I ran.
I ran.
Think of the other time you were happy.
The other time. Good idea.
But that time's not for your ears.
Where is he?
- Who. Madam?
- l can't hear him now.
Go take a look.
Right away.
Leave me.
The surprise and distress
blinded me earlier,
when you came back.
I won't take back what I said.
Anyone would act that way.
But now its all over.
This morning, at this same table,
we had breakfast together.
Now we're having dinner.
What happened between
must be forgotten.
Like things
that can only happen once.
Death, for instance.
Nothing in my life
even vaguely resembles this.
Nothing.
It has its interest.
Are you listening?
Pull yourself together now.
You've tried our nerves enough
for one day.
And there's this other man,
this man who's bound up with us now.
What is he doing? What is he thinking?
Who did he confide in?
And I wont even ask who it is.
The quest on is simply this:
Do we count on the silence
of the man in question,
or wiIl he harm you
in your friends' eyes?
I believe this man,
if he is a man of the world,
will remain silent.
But your girls,
who live off the crumbs of your life,
will get ideas in their head.
How did you hire them?
Anyway, they'I gab to those boys
who wait for them after their service.
How can we present this burning event?
Have some wine.
I dislike that color in your cheeks.
Do you remenber?
You were so sure of yourself
when you chose me.
Weren't you?
You seemed to have thought it all out.
I was grateful,
I remember.
I figured nothing could happen to me.
Since you were sure. l was, too.
Then you Ieft me on my own.
A most right after our wedding.
It took me time to realize it.
- You never came to me.
- And so?
You betrayed me out of disappointment?
A disapointment, indeed!
And does this man know it?
SureIy he must.
Everything turns out
better than expected.
The new Gabrielle is born,
and gives herse f to the first man
she meets. Honestly!
Wasn't the silent sufferer lovelier,
more awe-inspiring?
Honestly. Look at yourself.
It's not an improvement,
is it?
When I understood how you were,
why didn't l become like you?
I should have.
Why didn't you make me
really give everything up,
along with you?
Why didnt you poison me, for real?
Why didn't you killing me, for real?
Let's talk about t!
Are we going to live together
like enemies now?
I can easily live here with you.
You won't be my enemy or hurt me.
I couldnt have come back otherwise.
I don't regret my life with you, Jean.
It led me to him.
Without you he doesn't exist.
My life with you pointed me to him.
It occurred to me
he might be under your orders.
I even imagined you had chosen him.
Its your editor.
I beg your pardon?
Im hungry. Arent you?
Yes,
no, a bit?
The first time I spoke to him,
I felt the same as you did.
The same words came to mind.
Two words you said.
Like what?
Olly?
Olly and vengeful.
Those were your words
the first time he came here.
We both remember them clearIy.
Hes had an unhappy life, I think.
And he does wipe his brow often,
even in private.
But sometimes he stops.
His hands dont shake
when they reach out to me.
His mouth s hard and strong.
l want it to devour me.
I want to flow into him like blood.
Ill keep it.
Must we find something
to tell our friends?
Tomorrow is Thursday, remember.
ShouIdn't we come up with
an announcement?
To decide
what reaches the outside world.
Yes, we should think of something.
That's something we can do together.
My veins are barely visible.
Ever notice?
Very cIear at the cuff, though,
then nothing.
That must be why i'm so fond of yours.
The question, of course, is:
What appealed to him about you?
No, let me guess.
Your hardness with people,
A hardness you dont really need?
Who do you really need?
Who does Mrs. Hervey truly need?
No one.
So you took time to notice him.
How excting to magine!
He, carrying on im my drawning room.
You. back to him. in profiIe.
never really facing him.
And all this for months, no doubt.
The obstinacy of such people
is admirable!
Can people like me really understand?
Yes, but the effort of it!
And to go after you, my wife!
Rather than another...
I won't think him
as evil or merely stupid,
but it comes as a surprise.
Why you?
Do you know?
Wont you help me?
I'll find out.
Will you help, tell me if I'm close?
lf l'm warm?
It makes no sense, Gabrielle!
I want to believe you
when you say it's that damned editor,
that fat, prissy fooI,
and not someone else.
So it's really him?
Imagining that face
makes my head spin,
his neck,
his teary eyes when he laughs...
I want at Ieast
to picture the right one.
AI right?
He's the one,
no one else.
It was already ong ago.
I'd run into him in town once.
But this time it wasnt by chance.
I wanted him to hold me.
I asked him to.
I had to persuade him.
Then I wanted more.
Were making progress.
And then?
We undressed,
separately.
His body was as l'd pictured it.
Isn't that odd?
Heavy, rather thickset,
very white, soft skin.
His veins show, too.
His room is tiny.
He cried the first time.
Yes, the man's had an unhappy life.
He most likely
lost his self-respect,
his sense of situations.
Unhappy affairs can do that.
Up to your ears in misery.
So like hungry children they grab.
They hold out their hands
out of habit
and eat without appetite.
I wanted to experience Iove
once in my life.
Of course.
But you can't bear
to show yourself naked with me.
I don't understand.
Why did you deny me for so long?
The thought of your sperm
inside me is unbearable.
But not his?
THURSDAY
I'm amazed to see
how this powerful desire,
this absurd and sad desire,
sheds an exciting new Illght
on all that concerns us.
This passion forces us
to rethink everything.
And a new life might be fairly simple.
Your suffering will relieve me,
and suffer you wiII.
Every morning I'll make sure
you're in pain.
It will eventually go away.
Ill see those dark clouds break up.
And maybe Ill let you know
that your torment is ending.
Who knows?
lmagine it:
Me, a bit surprised, saying,
''Gabrielle, you're back.''
I can see why my sadness intrigues you.
Im not surprised.
But don't expect it to go away.
If it does, however,
l won't let you see it.
You'Il see nothing but my pain.
You'l only see this sad face,
if I so decide.
And me?
Can you read my heart on my face?
The other way around!
Let's look at it the other way around.
Your letter was ful of ''l's''.
But him in there!
You, I know now.
Isn't it time to tell me about him?
My wifes mad about a tram conductor!
Who is this woman
under my roof, for whom a man...
But in fact,
hell tell me about you.
Go on.
Go talk to him.
You spoil my pleasure. I love music.
Hell hear you out
and answer you.
I know he will.
For once a recital
that resembles a real recital.
So what have you seen lately
to loathe?
Your loathings stimulate us.
We're not saying
you're always wrong.
How good of you.
Nothing much.
A dreary affair about an inheritance,
not worth getting angry about.
Sorry.
But true lucidity, with all its dangers,
is preferable to a life
that keeps all its promises.
Some promises are so vague.
Others we try to keep at all costs,
only to be hurt more.
Some dishes should be turned down.
Temperance is a virtue I honor
with an iron will.
You dont honor
"with an iron will"
No, you act. I know.
You didnt just discover lucidity.
But to me youve always had it.
Nearly.
Yes, nearly.
So you hurt yourself, is that it?
I won't let anyone else
have the honor.
Thats more like it.
Peace of mind guaranteed.
Everything a l right, Yvonne?
Me, too.
Here's something
for you to puzzle over
days on end.
The second time I was happy,
very happy,
is when I wrote my letter.
You know there was a letter?
That's when.
Yesterday, or thereabouts.
Incredible.
Time doesn't matter, I've learned.
It does it likes.
Like all of us.
Friends!
Dear loyal friends...
Thank you for being here,
for never missing an evening.
Weve been together for years,
and we preserve
one another
from the worst misfortunes.
And, personally,
I have never desired another life.
I feel fine,
I feel fine among you,
and I just wanted to say so.
I feel fine.
I wanted to certify it.
Madeleine can assure you
that l felt fine.
I feel fine.
That's my secret.
Oh, yes...
Gabrielle wanted...
wants?...
to make an announcement.
Maybe she no longer wants to.
No longer sure? No?
Yes, she's sure.
The time was ripe earlier,
and now it isnt.
And I won't address everyone
when only two of you
are concerned.
You'd be displeased with me.
Jean. first of all.
So we wait. s that it?
That's it.
Your niece had a winter wedding,
didn t she?
I never could understand why.
lt's not as nice.
Everythings so confined.
The church, the reception halls,
the endless meals...
May, June and July are better.
Especially June and July.
I don't know.
Cold wather
gives people rosy cheeks.
Where are you going?
- I'm going.
- What? Where?
- To him?
- No, alone.
Stay!
It can't end ike this.
Let me go!
STAY!
I loved you.
I love you, here and now.
You never loved me.
You needed some woman,
any woman,
a wife, any wife.
You married a woman I'm not,
that's all.
Sometimes Im sorry.
What do you know of my thoughts?
On returning, you seemed unhinged.
You listened so weII.
How you talk to me now!
Had I believed you loved me,
had I believed it for a moment,
Id have never come back.
Had I thought
l mattered at all to you,
Id have never returned.
When you don't matter,
you can come and go,
as if nothing had happened.
Nothing. Its so simple.
We're alone, Jean.
Don't you see?
Youre just trying to reassure yourself.
Stop it.
I knew that
what we experienced together saved us.
I knew we had the assurance
of a life without scandal
and without crises.
I knew it.
That we'd sleep the same sleep.
I wanted it just as you did.
No one knows
how well matched we were.
Much more than many others.
Yes, we were.
Then why did you come back?
I came back because...
that other life, with that man,
who is so kind,
attracts me...
That other life is too demanding.
My arms and legs arent enough
to absorb it all.
My body isn't big enough.
What style!
Where did you get that from,
for God's sake?
I must say it has a nice ring.
At least,
he didnt taint you.
Poor helpless little thing.
But what you ve said
has nothing to do with love!
Love's not this torment
that's made you act so oddly.
You won't drag me down with you!
I can stilI teIl true fee ings
from utter confus on!
I'm going to bed.
Good n ght, Jean.
I have something to do.
Did you fell any pleasure with him?
More pleasure than with me?
Of course I did.
You never felt any pleasure with me?
It wasnt that important to us, was it?
Ten years of life together,
here. in my house...
In this house.
So many memories come to mind...
The way you walk,
the way you say my name,
your heaving breast...
Ten years
should have appeased my desire.
A long time ago,
of course I... I mean we...
But that was the first five months.
Then habit sets in.
Habit of the person,
gestures, voice.
- the silence...
- Jean, please no!
- My wife's si ence...
- Stop it!
Is was all mine!
It was alI intimately mine!
It's Yvonne.
Leave it, Yvonne.
THE NEXT MORNING
YOU MUST HELP ME.
YOU ALWAYS HAVE...
You'll help me.
I need it.
You left me,
then you came back.
I don't understand.
But I will.
I make myself sick.
Get out.
Emotion s...
revolting.
You loved me, didnt you?
I mean...
a littIe? Tell me.
A long time ago, yes. I said so.
But that's aIl passed.
I dont resent you
for no longer loving you.
Once, yes thats gone.
I don't resent you now.
Come.
Come.
Lie down.
If you come to me, now...
Maybe...
I could...
Now.
Come.
There's no love, is that it?
There won't be any love.
ever?
And you can live with that?
Well, I can't!
HE NEVER RETURNED.