:12:09
...garrison massacred by the Viet Cong...
:12:13
who lost 115 men.
:12:17
Awful, isn't it? So anonymous...
:12:19
What is?
:12:21
They say "115 guerrillas"
and it doesn't mean a thing to us.
:12:25
Yet each one is a man,
and we don't even know who he is.
:12:30
We don't know if he loves his wife,
if he has kids,
:12:33
if he prefers movies or plays.
:12:36
We don't know anything.
All they say is "115 killed".
:12:41
It's like photographs.
They've always fascinated me.
:12:46
You see a snapshot of a guy
with a caption underneath.
:12:51
He was a coward, maybe, or a nice guy.
:12:53
But at the time when it was taken...
:12:56
no one can say exactly
what he was thinking about.
:13:01
His wife? His mistress?
:13:03
The past? The future?
A basketball game?
:13:07
Nobody will ever know.
:13:10
That's life for you.
:13:13
Yes... that's what makes me sad:
life is so different from books.
:13:18
I wish it were the same:
:13:21
clear, logical, organized...
:13:26
Only it isn't.
:13:29
Yes it is...
a lot more than people think.
:13:32
No, it isn't, Pierrot.
:13:35
My name's Ferdinand...
I won't tell you again!
:13:38
I know... but you can't say
"My friend Ferdinand".
:13:42
You can if you want to, Marianne.
:13:48
I want to.
:13:50
I'll do anything you want.
:13:54
Me too, Marianne.
:13:59
I'm putting my hand on your knee.