Film Group "Camera" presents film based on a novel by Prosper Mérimée
THE BLUE ROOM
STARRING
PRODUCTION MANAGER
CINEMATOGRAPHY
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY
Translation & subtitles: ©2017 Derek Sypniewski
In this veil I would have never recognized you, Isabelle, ...
... if not for my heart seeing right through it.
Neither I could recognize you in sunglasses, I'm so happy.
But until train leaves the station we must be careful.
No one knows we're here together.
At this moment I'm on a way with Claire and her husband to their cottage...
... where I'm about to spend evening...
... and night.
Tomorrow Claire will take me back to train station... We can trust her, she planned it.
No one else knows about us.
But what... what was the name we are supposed to use?
- Monsieur and Madame Duru. - No no, not Duru!
At the pension we had shoemaker named Duru.
How about Dumount?
- Daumount! - All right then, Daumount we are.
Nobody will ask our name anyways.
Train is departing!
It's wonderful, finally we'll be alone.
May I?
Is this seat available?
Yes, of course... naturally.
No need to move that. This is all my luggage.
If you'd like to talk in private...
... I advise to not use English for such purpose. I'm an Englishman.
I apologize for disturbing your privacy, but
the other compartment had only one person and my principles don't allow such travel.
He looked at me like some Judas...
and THIS, I'm afraid, could give him some wrong ideas.
It's better not to take chances.
Do you know, perhaps, can I exchange Pound Sterling to Francs in Bovaird?
In Bovaird?
That's right, in Bovaird.
Most likely it is possible, since it's en route to England.
Half of France is on a route to England,
yet... I often find it difficult to make currency exchange.
However, from the name of the hotel where I'll be staying, I don't expect such problems.
Oh yes? And what hotel it is?
An English one.
Hotel d'Anglettere.
I see. Indeed...
-We're staying there too. - Where?
In the very same hotel. D'Angleterre.
That's terrible. We'll go somewhere else.
It's impossible.
Are you hungry, my dear?
No, thank you.
Why?
That's good, because I'm not hungry either.
Because there is only 1 hotel.
That's horrible! I already have bad feeling.
- Uncle... - Get out.
- I'm begging you. - Leave me alone, you scoundrel.
Uncle, please, in God's name, don't lead me into despair!
Please forgive me.
Travelling man should always expect unforseen problems...
Now I'm worried, my dear.
You'll see... it's nothing to worry about. Everyting will be fine.
Fine... but we wanted it to be wonderful!
It will be wonderful.
Kindly please sign in your name there. Maid will take care of your luggage.
I have no luggage, just this bag.
And you're absolutely right. With more luggage there's more problems.
Good evening!
Welcome... welcome in our modest, but very comfortable premises.
My wife and I... we are just in need of something comfortable for tonight.
- After such long trip... - Oh yes, welcome, welcome.
- I'd like to go to my room. - Certainly.
Ernestine!
Please sign in to our Guestbook, Sir.
MRS. AND MR. DURAC
- Did you call me, Sir?
- Yes. Ernestine, take gentleman to his room - To the Blue Room?
No. To the room number 1.
This couple will have the Blue Room.
Number 1 is very comfortable room and it doesn't yield in anything to the Blue Room
but Blue Room will be more comfortable for the lady.
In France anyone travelling with a beautiful lady always gets the best room.
That's why we are considered the most chivalrous nation in Europe.
However us, Englishmen, in such case ...
would have immediately thrown such man into Penal Battalion and ship him to India,
while his lady would have been sliced and diced into tiny pieces, and then
served with plenty of Worcestershire sauce.
That's why we are considered the most witty nation in Europe.
I'll take you to your room myself. I'm sure you'll like it.
Isabelle... To our...
Come in.
I've come to ask... was supper up to your liking?
Do you have any other wishes? Do you want breakfast served to your bed?
Maybe a coffee now?
Isabelle, do you want anything else?
No, that's all for tonight.
Breakfast we'd like to have in bedroom.
In this case I bid you good night.
Hold on. I've heard you call this room the "Blue Room"... Care to explain?
There's nothing blue in this room.
Long time ago this room had blue wallpaper
depicting Apollo and multitude of others.
Unfortunately some conceit and debauched guests - because we've had those too -
they were drawing additional pictures on this beautiful wallpaper.
They've added moustaches to females, or drew pipes in the mouth of males...
hence I was forced to removed such obscene decorations.
Yet the name of room stick. Force of habit.
Even though it is no longer blue... the Blue Room is still our best.
I have redecorated it with prints of some of the finest Paris art.
For example this one: "Three Muses taking bath".
And here's real life scene: "Wife beating husband with a shoe",
while there you have "Leisure d'Or", "Golden Pleasure" by Fagonaldo.
Some cold water for the fire that is burning in your hearts.
What is this noise?
This? That's gentlemen officers.
They're having a farewell party.
The 3rd Cavalry Regiment is leaving city while the 7th Alsace Hussars arrive.
What do you mean... Party in a hotel room?
No... there is our banquet hall.
Very beautiful, in green with gold trim...
Perhaps you would like to see it?
No, we don't.
You should have given us different room since you knew about their party.
But Sir, Madame... no need to be alarmed!
Besides their cheerfulness, French officers are also known for impeccable manners.
I'm sure your stay here won't be impaired by their presence in any way at all.
Anyways, most likely they will leave before midnight.
No need to worry about'em.
I wish you pleasant evening and good night!
What do we care about them... At last we are together... alone!
Yes! Henry, I'm so happy.
I don't care if all French regiments have a wild party next door until wee ours.
Isabelle...
- We've been waiting for this moment so long - I have dream about it all the time
- You wanted it badly? - I did... and still do
What's that?
It's them having party.
Oh... it's awful.
- I knew it, I knew it...! - That's an old joke!
Scandal!
"...known for impeccable manners..."
He really pulled one on us.
Quiet, gentlemen! Now sir colonel will tell us newest joke straight from Paris.
Once upon a time a very young widow rented a room to army Chaplain.
One day the Chaplain felt sick, so he asked the widow to give him hot wraps.
The widow prepared hot water bottle, brought it to the Chaplain's room and...
Isabelle!
For God's sake, don't listen to them! It's atrociuos, I know this joke!
Have you gone mad? Stop it!
But this is extremely vulgar!
You'll choke me! I'm not even listening to them.
What were you thinking? I'm not some silly little girl.
But it is very vulgar, my dear!
Oh yes? Then how come you know such vulgar jokes?
What are you suggesting? I've heard it accidentally on the bus.
That's too much!
I'll go downstairs and place a formal complaint!
No, no! Please don't go.
Let's just wait. Their party has to end at some point.
Who knows when?
They won't party until morning,
but if you go make fuss you bring attention on us. He may figure out we're not married.
- ... and then his trousers cracked! - No! I can't stand it anymore.
- I'll give them cracks! - Henry, don't!
- Sir...! - Ernestine...
It's the seventh time this month. You'll bancrupt me!
Sir, I can't take it anymore. It supposed to be cozy hotel.
But Sir! You scared the maid, you've run in here so suddenly...
- Yes, you run, Sir... - Get out of here, clumsy oaf! We talk later
- But I'm not about this... - About what then?!!
About what is it then, Sir?
- Do not make me more angry, Sir. - Please forgive me, how can I help you, Sir?
Sir, your "impeccable manners" Hussars yell and clamor so much, it's impossible to sleep
but they also make loud conversations that have nothing to do with army strategy ...
... nor with good manners.
I wouldn't dare to repeat their words even to you.
It's just one long stream of extreme vulgarities. Nonsense trash talk!
And you have forced a lady to listen to all this!
But, Sir... I didn't know they would...
... and I thought... since you're married...
... and you're from Paris... tiny spicy jokes won't matter...
What a nonsense! There are things that a lady won't like and should never heard of.
Even when she's accompanied by... her husband.
Sir! The Englishman wants bottle of portwein. I told him there was none.
You're a fool. I have every kind of wine. Go to kitchen, I'll find it for him.
Sir. I'm asking you one more time. Please tell that gang to be quiet.
No Sir, they are not a "gang".
You're young Sir, you probably haven't serve in the army yet, but I have and I respect army.
All right.
In this case please ask them, with all respect for the uniform that you have, to be quiet.
Ask them in the name of a lady, who already has a headache because of their rucus.
Why are you laughing?
I'm running like fool all over the hotel, begging, demanding to silence them...
... while you laugh?!
Are they funny to you?
Top-notch jokes from Cavalry's stables!
Stop laughing! Immediately!
Stop it or I'll strangle you!
Let go of me.
What a surprise. You're not normal, you're raving mad!
- It turns out I didn't know you at all. - And I didn't know you.
I had no idea you love vulgar jokes so much!
You're insulting me! It was very decent joke. You haven't even heard it!
Ha ha, a "decent joke"!
I know their "decent" jokes well.
Perhaps it's you who knows only the vulgar ones!
Yes. I do know it. All of the worst and most vulgar jokes told by soldiers.
I can tell you all of them one by one.
You can laugh out loud rolling on the floor!
I'm... already laughing. Laughing loud!
Be quiet!
... in the next room, she has a headache, that's why I'm asking you to be a bit quieter
Headache? Because of what?
- Because she needs... - I can cure it for her!
Oh, I can cure you too...
What kind of lady is it?
Is she at least young?
All I can tell you gentlemen, is that the lady is very beautiful and... very shy.
Shy? We can cure it too!
Ernestine said that the lady has wedding ring I think they are here on their honeymoon.
- Let's have a toast to her health! - And let's teach husband how to do his duty!
- Yes, let's teach him marriage duties! - Gentlemen, please. It's not appropriate...
Isabelle...
Turn around.
- Isabelle, that's crazy... - Yes, it is crazy.
It doesn't make sense...
It doesn't!
Where do you want to go?
Please reconsider.
It's you who should reconsider!
I'll go on the street, disgrace myself completely!
Isabelle, my dear!
What happened to us... what happened to us!
I'm lieutenant Simone.
Dear Sir and Madame.
In the name of our company I came here to ask for your forgiveness for disturbing the peace
and to have a toast... to the good future of the newlywed couple!
León!
Forgive me, officer, but this is neither right moment nor time.
In this case I'll drink the toast by myself.
Or with the lady.
I don't think so.
Too bad.
Any moment, at any time, is the right moment to raise a toast for such beautiful lady.
Isabelle...
Isabelle, we'll go crazy here!
Hush. You just forgot to lock the door.
Our Alsace Hussars Regiment also would like to...
Henry, don't!
What a despicable place...
It could have been our paradise.
Good night, madam bride!
Have a nice dreams, beautiful lady!
Good night, Mr. Groom!
Are you asleep?
I am asleep.
I'm sure you thought this night would have been entirely different.
It's true. I thought it would be different. Unfortunately I lack of imagination.
I too wouldn't have imagined it this way.
Yes, you didn't write this story. You only took active part in it.
Isabelle... how could you.
Is it my fault?
If you hadn't go complaint...
How could I not place a complaint?
Anyways... let's forget about it.
OK?
I'm sorry.
Miss! Miss!
Don't start it again!
Wait...
- You called me, Sir? - I want another bottle of portwein.
- And hurry up, Miss. - Of course, Sir.
- It's the Englishman. - Patience, my dear.
- What now? - Hush!
- Henry! - Hush! Just listen...
- What is it? - Why do you care? You have to be so nosy?
Wait.
The Englishman is playing cards with someone. With utter lack of manners.
I wonder who is his opponent. Is it...?
Isabelle!
Maybe you'll finally remember what we came here for?
What's that?
It's nothing.
No... Something happened there.
They just drop something.
Check it out.
Don't bother.
Check it out, please!
I don't see anything. They stop playing.
Anything else?
Isabelle... may God have mercy...
What happened?
Look.
What is it?
Blood.
Oh my God...
- It must have been his nephew... - Who?
The one from train. I saw him here, in a hallway.
He murdered him. I'm sure it was him.
Oh God... what now?
I don't know.
We have to alarm people! Wake up the owner, call police...!
We cannot do it! Police will find out we are not married!
They'll check our documents, then ask why we sleep in the same room...
Why we lied about being married...
God! They might think we murdered him!
No. They can't prove it.
But... your reputation will be disgraced!
Your family will know about us.
Isabelle... forgive me!
It's all my fault. I talked you to travel here with me.
No... you should forgive me, because I had no guts to meet with you in Paris!
What should we do?
- What should we do now? - Wait...
Perhaps not all is lost.
- What are you doing? - Moving it.
- Have you gone mad? Leave it. - I have to get in there, see what happened.
Henry, please, I beg you, don't go in there!
- That's enough. - I'm so affraid.
I'll only have a peek.
I can't see anything.
What now then?
We have to run.
If we leave this goddamn hotel before they find him...
... we might have chance to disappear.
First train to Paris arrives at 8AM... once we leave they'll never find us.
What if ... if maid will go to Englishman's room before 8AM?
Let's go now.
No. It would be a huge mistake.
Our sudden disappeariance woul only proof that we are the murderers.
God, how did we end up like this? We are murderers now?
They sentence us to beheading.
God is punishing us for being impure.
Beheaded on a scaffold... They won't get us so easily.
We'll escape to America.
Let's not lose our heads just like that.
We'll dress up, pack our luggages, and wait for the right moment...
Good morning! You're up so early.
Are you leaving us so soon, without breakfast?
Is it because of yesterday party?
I sincerely apologize for this, I have no idea how did it get out of hand so sudden...
No, no, we've had very pleasant night.
It's just... we changed our plans.
We'd like to check out now. Hurry up, please.
I can't stand a feeling, that you might have not the best memories of my hotel.
Please, believe me, last night was an exception.
We'll have very fond memories of your hotel.
Let's see... supper...
By the way, I hope the other guest hasn't bother you at all?
I bet he still sleep like a dead man.
His room all so quiet like a cemetary...
He's an English Lord. He always wants everything the best.
Real gentleman.
Too bad not all Englishmen are like him.
We've got another one... a cheap bastard.
Everything's too expensive for him: the room, the supper...
And he wants me to calculate exchange rate at 30 Francs for 1 Pound Sterling!
while... I'm not even sure... are these counterfeit?
In my opinion...
... it looks real.
God be praised.
Here's your bill.
You still have plenty of time. Train should leave at eight, but...
it is always late.
How about breakfast?
No, no. We never eat so early. Keep the change.
Tip for your maid.
- Actually, we're in a hurry... - We want to go to the church first.
In this case I have to tell you the story of our miraculous Saint Tobias' altar...
Hurry, to Englishman's room! Hurry up!
- The story goes... - I hear the church bell! We must go.
- What's wrong with everyone... - They are drunk and sleep on the floor!
- Who? - That English lord.
They broke bottle of portwein, it's all over the room's floor. Shit!
That's good news! It means my fake portwein made of vodka with cloves and spices works!
Thank you, my lord!
Translation & subtitles: ©2017 Derek Sypniewski
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