La Jetee ---
This script is
La Jetee: cine-roman. New York: Zone Books, 1992.
is the story of a man, marked by an image from his childhood. The
violent scene that upsets him, and whose meaning he was to grasp only
years later, happened on the main jetty at Orly, the Paris airport,
sometime before the outbreak of World War III.
Sunday. Parents used to take their children there to watch the departing
this particular Sunday, the child whose story we are telling was bound
to remember the frozen sun, the setting at the end of the jetty, and a
sorts out memories from ordinary moments. Later on they do claim
remembrance when they show their scars. That face he had seen was to be
the only peacetime image to survive the war. Had he really seen it? Or
had he invented that tender moment to prop up the madness to come?
sudden roar, the woman's gesture, the crumpling body, and the cries of
the crowd on the jetty blurred by fear.
he knew he had seen a man die.
sometime after came the destruction of Paris.
died. Some believed themselves to be victors. Others were taken
prisoner. The survivors settled beneath Chaillot, in an underground
network of galleries.
ground, Paris, as most of the world, was uninhabitable, riddled with
victors stood guard over an empire of rats.
prisoners were subjected to experiments, apparently of great concern to
those who conducted them.
outcome was a disappointment for some - death for others - and for
others yet, madness.
day they came to select a new guinea pig from among the prisoners.
was the man whose story we are telling.
was frightened. He had heard about the Head Experimenter. He was
prepared to meet Dr. Frankenstein, or the Mad Scientist. Instead, he met
a reasonable man who explained calmly that the human race was doomed.
Space was off-limits. The only hope for survival lay in Time. A loophole
in Time, and then maybe it would be possible to reach food, medicine,
sources of energy.
was the aim of the experiments: to send emissaries into Time, to summon
the Past and Future to the aid of the Present.
the human mind balked at the idea. To wake up in another age meant to be
born again as an adult. The shock would be too great.
only sent lifeless or insentient bodies through different zones of Time,
the inventors where now concentrating on men given to very strong mental
images. If they were able to conceive or dream another time, perhaps
they would be able to live in it.
camp police spied even on dreams.
man was selected from among a thousand for his obsession with an image
from the past.
else, at first, put stripping out the present, and its racks.
man doesn't die, nor does he go mad. He suffers.
the tenth day, images begin to ooze, like confessions.
peacetime morning. A peacetime bedroom, a real bedroom. Real children.
Real birds. Real cats. Real graves.
the sixteenth day he is on the jetty at Orly. Empty.
he recaptures a day of happiness, though different.
face of happiness, though different.
girl who could be the one he seeks. He passes her on the jetty. She
smiles at him from an automobile. Other images appear, merge, in that
museum, which is perhaps that of his memory.
the thirtieth day, the meeting takes place. Now he is sure he recognizes
her. In fact, it is the only thing he is sure of, in the middle of this
dateless world that at first stuns him with its affluence. Around him,
only fabulous materials: glass, plastic, terry cloth. When he recovers
from his trance, the woman has gone.
experimenters tighten their control. They send him back out on the
trail. Time rolls back again, the moment returns.
time he is close to her, he speaks to her. She welcomes him without
surprise. They are without memories, without plans. Time builds itself
painlessly around them. Their only landmarks are the flavor of the
moment they are living and the markings on the walls.
on, they are in a garden. He remembers there were gardens.
asks him about his necklace, the combat necklace he wore at the start of
the war that is yet to come. He invents an explanation.
walk. They look at the trunk of a redwood tree covered with historical
dates. She pronounces an English name he doesn't understand. As in a
dream, he shows her a point beyond the tree, hears himself say,
"This is where I come from ..." - and falls back, exhausted.
Then another wave of Time washes over him. The result of another
she is asleep in the sun. He knows that in this world to which he has
just returned for a while, only to be sent back to her, she is dead. She
wakes up. He speaks again. Of a truth too fantastic to be believed he
retains the essential: an unreachable country, a long way to go. She
listens. She doesn't laugh.
it the same day? He doesn't know. They shall go on like this, on
countless walks in which an unspoken trust, an unadulterated trust will
grow between them, without memories or plans. Up to the moment where he
feels - ahead of them - a barrier.
this was the end of the first experiment.
was the starting point for a whole series of tests, in which he would
meet her at different times. Sometimes he finds her in front of their
markings. She welcomes him in a simple way. She calls him her Ghost.
day she seems frightened. One day she leans toward him. As for him, he
never knows whether he moves toward her, whether he is driven, whether
he has made it up, or whether he is only dreaming.
the fiftieth day, they meet in a museum filled with timeless animals.
Now the aim is perfectly adjusted. Thrown at the right moment, he may
stay there and move without effort.
too seems tamed. She accepts as a natural phenomenon the ways of this
visitor who comes and goes, who exists, talks, laughs with her, stops
talking, listens to her, then disappears.
back in the experiment room, he knew something was different. The camp
leader was there. From the conversation around him, he gathered that
after the brilliant results of the tests in the Past, they now meant to
ship him into the Future. His excitement made him forget for a moment
that the meeting at the museum had been the last.
Future was better protected than the Past. After more, painful tries, he
eventually caught some waves of the world to come. He went through a
brand new planet, Paris rebuilt, ten thousand incomprehensible avenues.
Others were waiting for him. It was a brief encounter. Obviously, they
rejected these scoriae of another time.
recited his lesson: because humanity had survived, it could not refuse
to its own past the means of its survival. This sophism was taken for
Fate in disguise.
gave him a power unit strong enough to put all human industry back into
motion, and again the gates of the Future were closed.
after his return, he was transferred to another part of the camp. He
knew that his jailers would not spare him. He had been a tool in their
hands, his childhood image had been used as bait to condition him, he
had lived up to their expectations, he had played his part. Now he only
waited to be liquidated with, somewhere inside him, the memory of a
twice-lived fragment of time.
deep in this limbo, he received a message from the people of the world
to come. They too travelled through Time, and more easily. Now they were
there, ready to accept him as one of their own. But he had a different
request: rather than this pacified future, he wanted to be returned to
the world of his childhood, and to this woman who was perhaps waiting
again the main jetty at Orly, in the middle of this warm pre-war Sunday
afternoon where he could not stay, he though in a confused way that the
child he had been was due to be there too, watching the planes.
But first of all he looked for the woman's face, at the end of the jetty. He ran toward her. And when he recognized the man who had trailed him since the underground camp, he understood there was no way to escape Time, and that this moment he had been granted to watch as a child, which had never ceased to obsess him, was the moment of his own death.