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BURNING SKIN

Let�s go, it�s getting late. - Kiss me.

Beginning with tomorrow,

we�ll have all the time in the world.

Kiss me again.

Can it be that you never have enough of it ?

No, no, I never have enough of it, never !

Now, don�t forget: tomorrow at 10:00 AM sharp !

The plane won�t wait and the take-off is scheduled at 11:20. OK ?

Show me the tickets again. - Don�t.

Show them. Oh, how I�d like to keep them.

Please ! It would make me so happy !

But if the big fool finds them, we can kiss our flight goodbye.

Don�t worry. At this time of night, he�s already drunk.

He�ll find nothing, just leave it to me.

Alright then, but be very careful

and don�t let them out of your sight even for a single minute, my beauty.

Goodbye, Messalina.

Ciao. Can�t wait for tomorrow.

Good evening sir

Scotch. - Right away.

Good evening, darling. - Good evening.

Will you buy me a drink ?

Give me a scotch too.

You seem to be looking for someone.

Yes.

So I�m not woman enough for you ?

Yes, but you�re not the one I�m looking for.

Is she from here ?

Maybe.

Rings a bell ?

Of course: the redhead was our boss� girlfriend.

Excuse me, I�ve got things to do elsewhere.

Do you want a cigarette, friend ?

No, I�m fine.

Why ? Do you like the world the way it is ?

I don�t give a damn about the world.

You�re right, it�s a pile of shit.

Come on, we�re going away. We�re going.

Come on, we�re going.

Here you are, Lonesome.

I leave you with a kindred spirit.

She never talks.

She�s just the way you want her to be.

I give her to you. Ciao.

So you don�t drink ? Neither do you smoke ?

Do you, little one ?

You�re really swell.

I don�t even know your face.

What a disaster.

I�ll fix you.

I�m going to make you beautiful. Beautiful as a dream.

You must be beautiful.

Very soft. Pure...

and faithful.

As every woman in the world should be.

You are wonderful.

Are you cold ?

If you�re just a dream, please don�t talk.

Well ?

I�ll give you 228.000 liras for it.

I do it because it�s you, Johnny.

Thank you.

Little one ! I�m here !

Little one, come !

It was very long, wasn�t it ?

Imagine how it was for me.

La fiesta !

Colours and canvas, to make you a pretty dress.

No, it�s for my painting.

You�re an angel. Always happy.

Wait here.

Here !

This is not a beautiful dress, but you�ll be more comfortable.

Put it on for dinner.

Meanwhile I�ll prepare everything.

Imagine what tonight could be.

My body would be all yours, in exchange for your soul.

Imagine what you could do with my body during a whole night.

Take it off now !

Forgive me. I don�t want this dress for you.

You must believe me: I�d like to cover you in gold.

Come here.

Let�s celebrate.

Let�s toast our love !

Drink ! Oh, it�s empty !

Is it true that my skin is burning ?

Oh, John ! John !

More, John, more !

I do not deny its quality, you know, mister Ward,

but this particular style is just not selling.

Nowadays, you need commercial subjects.

For instance beautiful arousing female nudes.

And pornography too, maybe ?

That�s what you�re suggesting, isn�t it ?

Go to hell !

How did it go ?

Badly. - Well ?

Well nothing.

They didn�t take it.

Nudes. That�s all they want now.

Why don�t you paint some ?

I never take orders.

I paint only what I want to paint.

So we have to live out of love and clear water ?

There are eggs, bread and fruit in the kitchen.

A regular banquet ! You could even call that luxury !

And if it�s enough for you, I have to be content with it.

You�re just selfish. I need so many things !

But you couldn�t care less, could you ?

Stop talking nonsense.

Nonsense ? It�s not nonsense.

You only remember me in bed, when we make love.

You�re being unfair. I�m trying to make you happy.

And you know it.

Listen to those people, darling, I beseech you.

Try and paint a picture they like.

I�ll be your model. - No !

Why ? Am I not beautiful enough ?

You think I wouldn�t know how ? Look !

Abandoned ! Miserable !

Or a beautiful femme fatale !

Don�t you want me to be happy ?

If you paint that picture,

I�ll give you so much love

that you�ll end up begging for mercy !

No !

850 liras.

How much did you say ?

Let�s say 1000. Take it or leave it.

Alright, I'll take it. I'll take it.

She�s beautiful. Who is she ?

I don�t know. Probably his mistress or his wife.

John Ward.

Yes. A strange man but a good artist.

One thing is sure:

he�s got a wonderful, exciting touch.

Where does this Mr. Ward live ?

I think I've got his address.

Oh, my darling, I want to make love.

Good morning.

Have you got a light ?

Lots of lights.

Are you living here all alone, love ?

No.

Anybody�s home now ?

No. But somebody will come back here tonight.

How can anybody leave such a woman alone ?

You wouldn�t do it ? - No, I�m not crazy.

Well, I�m going back inside.

What�s the big hurry, love ?

You wouldn�t leave a poor boy all alone in the cold, would you ?

Let me warm up for a moment.

I�m not going to eat you.

No, no, you must go. No, I don�t want to, no ! No, leave me alone, please !

No, no, no, stop, no !

Will 750 liras do ?

I have to make a profit too.

It�s only the beginning.

Believe me: at this price, there won�t be a next time.

You�re a volcano.

I didn�t want to. - I was lucky then.

Will you come back soon ? - You can depend on it.

But you�ll have to be careful: he must not be home.

I�ll fire my gun in the air.

If you�re alone, come to the door.

If not, I�ll come back later. Another day.

Is that you, darling ?

Why ? Were you expecting someone else ?

How silly you are !

Pass my robe, please.

Here. - Thank you.

You're not very tender, tonight

What did you do today ?

Nothing. I just slept.

What is that ?

A cartridge.

I picked it up off the ground, outside the door.

That�s interesting.

Yes. Who knows how it happened to be there.

Someone probably just threw it there by chance.

Did you see the one who did ?

No, it must have happened in the afternoon, while I was asleep.

Oh, please, John, you�re not going to ruin our evening

because of a cartridge, are you ?

Mr Ward.

Since last time, I�ve thought a lot about you.

Gee, how moving !

You�re a difficult man

but a talented painter, my dear chap.

Are you stopping me to tell me that ?

Oh, no ! I�d like to order another painting from you.

Still 1000 lira ? - No. More.

What painting ?

Another nude, with as much realism and warmth.

How large ?

I�d like it to be a little larger than the first one.

I can give you 2000 liras for it.

Let�s say, Tuesday, 03 PM, at the shop.

So we say: Tuesday of next week at the gallery ?

OK.

Give my regards to my friend Serelmann. - OK

And most of all, don�t forget that it must be very...

It will be.

It will be finished tomorrow.

A good thing it is.

Since we�ve been together,

it�s the first time I've seen a painting giving you so much trouble.

But I�m forced to get this one absolutely right.

It�s a 2000 lira painting.

I hope I�ll get a flower at least. - I don�t know. We�ll see.

You�re not nice. I�ve got a great idea.

Here, look at all the pretty things.

Wouldn�t you like me to dress like this ?

And here ! Just this bikini.

Or these boots. They�re fantastic.

And what about this dress ? It�s beautiful !

John ! - What ?

I was talking to you. Are you listening to me ?

What were you thinking of ?

Maybe you were thinking of another woman ?

No, leave me alone. You disgust me.

I swear that you�re the only one.

The only what ?

The only woman who knows how to love like this.

Sir ? - Madam. Is this Mr. Ward�s home ?

Yes, but he went out fifteen minutes ago.

Too bad.

Do you happen to know if he�s delivering the painting ?

Oh, you�re the man who ordered it ?

Omar Bey. Your servant, madam. - Please come in.

Thank you. I won�t bother you very long.

Since I was in the vicinity,

I thought I could collect my painting.

And it�s also fascinating to see an artist�s house.

Please forgive me, the house is a mess.

Don�t worry. Your mere presence makes everything seem enchanted.

I was dying to see if the original model

was identical to the painting.

I must confess she�s far more extraordinary.

You�re exaggerating. - I'm not.

I already own two paintings of you,

and I deeply admire you. Far too deeply.

That�s the reason why I decided to order another one.

A third one.

Now that you know me, it makes me ill at ease

to think that you can watch me almost constantly,

Madam, you�re a sight for my sore eyes,

and I�m grateful to you for that.

Anyway... forgive me, but a woman like you

deserves more than so... modest, so humble a life.

If you wanted it, somebody would be ready to give you everything.

Jewels, furs, a luxury house, everything !

Oh, please, no !

What was that?

A hunter. A friend of Ward�s.

He must not find you here.

No. I�d better go and meet him outside.

I won�t be a minute. OK ?

Yes. Please do.

I hope he�ll go away quickly.

Oh, oh, no. No, stop, no. Not today.

What do you mean, not today ?

I haven�t seen you for a week.

There�s someone home. A client of John�s.

Excuse me, my dear friend.

A business meeting lasted longer than I thought.

Oh, it�s OK.

But it�s not her ! - Who ?

Your model. This one barely looks like her.

Why ? Do you know her ?

No, I mean she doesn�t look like the model

on the other paintings, that�s all.

What did you ask for ? A portrait or a nude ?

Yes, I�m to blame.

I forgot to tell you that I wanted the same face on this painting too.

Well, you�ll have the face on the other paintings

and the buttocks on this one.

That�s a good one.

Could you change it ? - Absolutely not.

Expensive, but a beautiful painting.

It�s worth the price.

Oh, yes, you can trust me on that.

You�re back, darling ?

You didn�t even buy me a present ?

No.

Well, that�s nice... Really nice.

Damn it ! I stayed home all day, waiting for you,

brimming with love, and you come home late with empty hands !

He wrote me a check and the bank was closed already.

Obviously. Of course. The banks are closed.

But where did you spend the day ?

My client had me waiting for several hours.

Why was he late ? - A business meeting.

I can imagine the kind of business.

He could have lent you some cash !

No.

Right, I forgot. Your pride would have been hurt,

I guess. That�s all you always think of, your pride.

You don�t care about what I feel,

whether it�s pain or disillusion, do you ?

Where is the ashtray ? - I don�t know.

Look for it.

You were mean. Tell me you�re sorry.

If you do, I�ll forgive you.

You�d be happy to see me drunk.

On me.

My love, take me in your arms,

and carry me to our bed.

I want it so badly ! I�ll make you crazy !

Where is it ? Where did you hide it ?

What ? - Omar Bey�s stubb.

It�s on the table. Take it.

I don�t have anything to hide.

I do whatever I like.

And I do it with whomever I like.

Do you get my point ?

Whore !

That�s how you like me,

though. If I weren�t the way I am on your worthless paintings,

do you think you could sell them ?

No, that�s what grabs them.

That�s what arouses the pigs that they are.

And that�s why you sell your paintings.

Shut up !

It�s the simple truth.

Yes, the truth,

you�ll have to admit it. - Will you shut up ?

In your opinion, why can�t you live without me ?

I�ll tell you. It�s because you�re like all the others.

A pig ! Poor darling.

The balloon that you are, is deflating.

From now on, you won't play the boss anymore,

or I�ll go away immediately.

Do I make myself clear ?

You�ve got to see where your interest lies,

and maybe I�ll forgive you.

Try to get some sleep.

You dropped this.

Thank you.

It�s nice of you to come and bring it back to me.

I thank you.

You can put it there, on my bag.

You look quite nice. Come here.

I�d like you to rub this on my shoulders.

It�s more convenient.

I hope you know how to do it ?

Just squeeze some balm from the tube,

and spread it with the palm of your hand.

What do you do ? - I�m rubbing cream on you.

I know that. I meant, what do you do with your life ?

I�m a student. I�m still in high school.

Oh, good. How old are you ?

Sixteen. Here: it�s done.

Thank you.

Come. Lie down beside me.

What�s your name ?

Me ? Aldine.

Aldine ?

Oh, I love being in the sun.

Do you have a girlfriend ?

No.

Why ? Don�t you like women ?

Yes I do.

And you�ve never made love with a woman ?

No. - Poor boy.

Ciao, Volcano !

Is this you or is this your ghost ?

What is it ? Did you wake up horny ?

What ? What are you saying ?

Did you tell yourself: let�s go and see the stupid woman ?

Stupid ?

Well, this time: no way !

I�m not indulging you anymore, do you hear ?

What ? What�s so funny ?

You know I like you, beauty ? - Please, stop it !

Be nice, come here.

At any rate, you like me now and then.

I was travelling. I just came back.

What a liar !

You may check: I still have my ticket.

Barcelona. Istanbul. You went to Barcelona ?

In that case, I think I�ll forgive you.

I think so too.

Yes, but I�m going out.

Take me downtown, darling.

Your wish is my command, madam.

But before that, we�ve got an emergency.

Have you got a light ?

Thank you. Thank you.

Are you in trouble ? - No.

Are you waiting for someone ? - No.

Do you want to come with me ? - Where ?

Somewhere we can make love.

You just want my money, and you call that love ?

But if I did it for nothing,

how would I make a living ?

Find somebody else.

I�m not the right client. Ciao.

Would you be ashamed if I took your arm ?

Ashamed of what ? And why ?

Look, I don�t want to go to my hotel.

I think I can find a room here. Wait for me.

I found it. Coming ?

Don�t look at me.

Not you, it�s embarrassing.

I don�t even know your name.

Does it matter ?

Who is it ? - It�s me, Nadia.

What�s up ? - You�ve got to go.

We�ve got to go. - Why ?

She said we have to go very quickly,

because she needs the room.

It�s too bad really,

I would have loved sleeping beside you.

Just like this, without moving.

You�re a painter ?

Really ? One of those guys who do paintings ?

Real paintings, to be hung on walls ?

What is it ? I�m not beautiful enough, is that it ?

You think I wouldn�t know how to do it ?

Am I not beautiful enough ?

You think I wouldn�t know how to do it ?

No !

Wine !

Have you been here long ?

No. Half an hour.

A little more.

Thank you, that�s enough.

When will you deliver this painting ?

Tomorrow morning.

You�re looking at my legs too.

Why ? Who else does ?

Everybody does.

Because they�re very beautiful. Very exciting.

Here ! I don�t like to drink alone, and it�s excellent.

You look happy, tonight.

You poured too much of it. I feel dizzy.

You did it on purpose.

I know you.

I know you�re aroused when you see me like this.

Is it true that my skin is burning ?

Do you know what some guy told me, a few days ago ?

That he would sell his soul, in order to possess my body.

And he was a priest.

Can you imagine ? A priest !

He�d have to be completely mad.

Would you do the same thing ?

Would you do it ?

Tell me, John, would you ?

Imagine what tonight could be.

My body, all yours, in exchange for your soul.

Imagine what you could do to my body during a whole night.

Can you picture it ? A whole night in my arms.

An attractive perspective. Won�t you answer ?

Come on ? My love, a whole night through, in exchange for your soul ?

It�s a very attractive offer. Isn't it?

Won�t you answer ?

I do whatever I please !

I give you my whole body for one whole night,

for the mere price of your soul.

For the mere price of your soul.

Hold me close to you.

Yes, that�s it, hold me very close to you.

I�m still yours tonight.

Why just one more night ?

Forever. Forever. Forever.

Why, John ? Why ?

I can�t live without you.

Nobody will take you from me.

Tell me, John, would you do it ?

Imagine what tonight could be.

My body, all yours, in exchange for your soul.

No ! Nooooo !

She didn�t go away.

You won�t take her from me.

Don�t worry, nobody will take her from you.

Here are the tickets.

My name is on one, the girl�s on the other.

They were buried with the dummy.

That morning, since she was late, I came for her.

He opened the door for me. He was drunk as usual.

When I asked to speak to the girl,

he almost went into hysterics.

He told me she was gone, and wouldn�t come back.

Not only did he not invite me inside,

but he violently told me to go away.

Something felt suspicious, and I wouldn�t admit that I had lost her.

I came back often, in the hope of seeing her again.

One night, he was drunk, sleeping it off on a chair,

I decided to enter the house, in order to take a look.

That�s trespassing. Go on, what happened next ?

I looked for clues.

I found a picture of the kid, taken in a cabaret.

That�s how it all began.

It wasn�t exactly easy.

She�d been the club owner�s mistress, before she ran away,

so he wanted me to tell him where she was.

So, in fact, it was just a red herring,

and I was forced to go to John again.

I followed him as I did before,

and, one day, I saw him go into a shop to buy stockings.

I thought it was weird.

The same night, through the window,

I saw him arguing with a woman wearing one of the girl�s dresses.

Then I realized, it was just a dummy.

John held a cartridge in his hand.

I understood: in his madness,

he was living the whole tragedy again.

After that, sure that he would soon betray himself,

I never let him out of my sight for a second,

and here�s the result.

You�re a regular Sherlock Holmes.

And of course, your persistence helped exasperate

the poor guy, a little more every day.

Let�s hope he�ll get over it, after a period of withdrawal.

Why ? Aren�t you going to arrest him ?

For a plastic skeleton, and a wig ?

Exalted as he was, our man committed nothing but simulated murders.

He did it to relieve his anguish, do you understand ?

What happened to the girl, then ?

Who knows ? Maybe she's in another lover�s arms.

Or maybe, she never existed.

But... but what about the two tickets ?

They�re still valid.

You can have your money back.

Translation: Goupil66

Timing: McDuck May 2009