1:02:05
His languid gaze says
more than I can tell.
1:02:09
We're both caught in the same spell.
1:02:14
Booboo's waiting,
traffic's rolling still,
1:02:18
But Time has stopped for our idyll.
1:02:23
But we really have to part,
My handsome stranger gives a start.
1:02:28
He says, his emotion growing;
1:02:30
"Excuse me,
but your slip is showing. "
1:02:34
And that was all.
1:02:42
Is he near or far?
Can he be in Rochefort?
1:02:47
I'll find him
because I know that he exists.
1:02:53
I know what reason says
but my heart can tell me more.
1:02:59
Its reign, its law
is something no one can resist,
1:03:04
And resist I never will.
1:03:13
Surely a foreigner or a tourist.
1:03:16
- Why? Did he have an accent?
- I don't remember.
1:03:19
- A camera?
- No.
1:03:20
So why an American?
1:03:22
I said a foreigner, not an American.
1:03:25
Not all foreigners are American.
1:03:27
But they're often tourists.
1:03:29
Good Lord! What if it's him?
1:03:35
It's Jules and Jim!
1:03:39
You again! You know them?
1:03:41
We've already met.
1:03:43
Don't stand there, I'm cold.
1:03:48
What do you want?
1:03:49
- Well, your mother, Yvonne...
- Yeah, right...
1:03:52
- Let them talk.
- Yes, let us.
1:03:54
Your mother, Yvonne,
said you were going to Paris.