:29:00
- Back to Provence.
- Yes, I know. I met him in the hall.
:29:05
- You didn't quarrel?
- Quarrel? With Cézanne?
:29:13
But he's taken something of me with him.
:29:17
- The last of my youth.
- Oh, rubbish.
:29:24
He said I was getting too famous
and too fat.
:29:31
Well, what if I have?
:29:35
I've fought my battles. I want calm, rest.
:29:43
- From now on, I could look only backward.
- That's just idle talk.
:29:49
Come, let's play a game of piquet.
:29:52
Strange, isn't it?
:29:56
Paul and I.
:30:02
Well, life is tricky.
:30:04
And I suppose we don't influence
our fate.
:30:08
While we're playing piquet,
a starving mother and child...
:30:12
...jump into the River Seine.
:30:15
A servant forgets to extinguish a stove...
:30:18
...and someone suffocates.
:30:21
Who knows whose fate
may intermingle with ours.
:30:24
Or when.
:30:27
A shot is fired.
:30:29
A letter is written.
:30:52
- Rene, lay out my civilian suit at once.
- Very good, commandant.