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I had known Betty for a week.

We screwed every night.

The forecast was for storms.

Saved!

Right, time for a nice little shower.

First time we've met in daylight.

You're much too early.

So what? How do I look?

What do you think?

Do you like it?

Eating all that chilli by yourself?

In this heat? You're mad.

I'll eat chilli no matter
how hot it is, Betty.

Me too, I'm starving.

Glad to see me?

They're all bastards.

Who?

Forget it. Kiss me.

All bastards!

No wonder a girl
ends up splitting.

Wait, explain, I don't get you.

Why don't you ever listen to me?

I do listen. I'm listening.

I don't just want a guy to screw me.

To think I spent a year in that dump...

...wiping tables and dodging drunks...

...just to get felt up
one morning by the boss.

I've got to start all over again now.
I'm dead. Anyway, I left.

Can't even buy a train ticket.

She was lik e a flower with translucent
antennae and a mauve plastic heart.

Not many girls could dress
as casually as she did.

I saw that girl again yesterday.

It's not right, in this fucking heat.

I think she was looking for you.

Was it you, Zorg?

A girl in a little apron, with black hair.

A girl something like that?

Jesus-fucking-Christ!

Yes, old George,
she was looking for me.

I've changed my mind, I'm coming too.

You've torn a page out of Playboy.

- What do you think?
- She's a bit common.

That reassures me.

Hold on. Hold on a second!

Down in one.

Down in one...

I don't think I'll be able to get up.
I'm drunk.

I need to take a piss.

Don't press on my bladder.

I'm happy being with you.

I'd like to stay with you if I can.

Well, I think you can.

I've got no wife, no kids.

We've got a nice pad.

I have an okay job. I do repairs.

I'm confident. We're still young.

I didn't want explanations.

I only wanted to kiss her
and caress her ass...

... as long as her bladder held out.

Who's that? Wake up!

Who is he? Make yourself at home!

Wait, I'll be right back.

How are you? Excuse me,
you're sitting on my trousers.

I don't wear underwear either.
It's uncomfortable.

I'll get you some coffee.

I have to make it first.

I'll do it. You get dressed.

Is it because of that girl...

...that you're still in the sack
at 10 a. m?

10:00 already?

Funny guy. It's 11:00.

She mustn't make you forget, see?

She mustn't make you forget...

...why you're here, why I house you
and why I pay you.

I'll boil some water.

Shit!

This isn't her fault at all, honestly.

Coffee keeps its flavour better
in the fridge.

Yes, you're right.

- Want a shot?
- No, thanks very much.

Always moisten the grounds first.

All I have to do is to run an ad...

...to get loads of guys for your job,
but I want to be fair.

I've had you a long time and
nobody's ever complained about you.

But I don't think you can
keep that girl here...

...and do your job right.

Know what I mean?

See how it swells up?

- George told you about her?
- You didn't exactly hide her.

He could've told you how much
she does here.

The housework, shopping, everything!
That counts a lot.

I'm sure.

Saves me lots of time. What's more...

...she does it for free.

So you want me to just forget it.

I did oversleep today,
but I'll make up for it.

Especially after coffee. Let me serve it.

Say when.

All these shacks
need another lick of paint.

They look like hell!

They sure would look better.

There may be a way.

Can you and your girl do it?

Are you kidding?
lt'd take a whole company.

We'd still be at it in the year 2000.

When you're in love, what's time?
And you two already make a company.

Okay, but how will you pay her?

Funny. You just asked me
to forget I saw her.

How can I make ends meet if I pay her?

Just do it at your own pace.

I'll leave you to it.
I'll order the paint from old George.

Don't worry, just plug away.

And don't forget
to moisten the grounds.

Who was that fat slob?

The owner.

What did he want?

Nothing, he just wants us
to do a little paint job.

Terrific. I love to paint.

500 bungalows. 500 fronts.

1, 500 sides. Thousands of shutters.

Just a little paint job!

Are you two going to repaint
all these shacks?

Should repaint the people too.

Just shut your mouth, George.

- Hell, are you mad at me?
- How did you guess?

Don't talk about it in front of Betty.
Go play your sax.

I just told these nice folks
we're painting their house.

What shall I paint?

The shutters. And I'll do the rest.

- What's bugging you?
- Nothing.

The winner helps the other.

- Ready!
- I hope she doesn't fall.

She won't. She's young.

I win!

- Shall I start on the wall?
- Sure.

What a drag.

Shit!

You goofed!

What's wrong?

My fault. I forgot to tell you
not to go past the corner.

The brush is too big.

Now it looks as if that side is started.

But who cares?

Who cares?

You're not going to paint just one side,
are you?

You want to do the whole shack
for them?

- Yeah, of course.
- Of course?

- You're a champion house painter.
- What do you expect?

Go on, I'll hold the bucket.

Fallen asleep again?

Sleepy warm slug.

Ready?

Smile! Hold the roller higher.

Let me see!

It's terrific!

- I look awful.
- Why'd you pull that face?

We're fed up with painting.
Just one more.

Stop, we've already got 50, Betty.

Let's have a beer.

That fat slob again.

You sure are working hard.

What do you expect?

You're fantastic. We'll see if you
can keep up the pace.

What did he just say?

He didn't say anything!

What do you mean, "the pace"?

Don't worry, my dear young lady...

...l'm not asking you to do it nonstop,
I'm not a monster.

Just keep fanning yourself.
Suits you nicely.

To do what nonstop?

All the bungalows.

He's kidding, right?

Do I look like I am?

I'll think it over.

Betty! Stop!

- You're insane!
- I don't mind painting your crate!

Makes it look more sporty!

But I won't paint your shacks!

She's insane!

One wipe and it'll be like new!

She's having her period, and this
wind's enough to drive you crazy.

I'm sure she's sorry.

I'll even paint
the lampposts for you!

The electricity company
does that, you jerk!

Hi. It's me.

What did you tell that asshole?

Look, he wouldn't let you stay
unless you worked.

It's murder to paint all those shacks.

In a way, yes.

In a way? Shit, they're all bastards!

We should cut all their throats!

- How would that help?
- Have you no pride?

I'll paint the whole town pink...

...just to stay with you, kitten!

You're nuts! Look what shit we're in
with that asshole!

You let him screw you, and for what?
Tell me!

We're all in the same boat!

Stop talking bullshit!

How can I love you
if I can't admire you?

We're only learning how to die here!

See the wind outside,
blowing bits of newspapers by?

Papers from the North one day,
from the South the next...

...always the same bullshit,
and we're in between!

Now, look, we've got a nice pad
to screw in...

...so it's you who's nuts!

You coward! Something's always
wrong with you guys! Shit!

And you're a stupid bitch!

Always something wrong with a guy!

It's dark in here, your house stinks!

I'm fed up! I can't breathe in here!

I'm going to fix your house up
good so I can breathe!

Sort your shit out a bit!

I'll fucking show you!

- Not that one, Betty!
- Why is it so special?

Sentimental attachment.

- What's all this?
- Hitler's memoirs.

Give me that box. Please!

- Did you write all this?
- Yeah. Ages ago.

You filled all these notebooks?

- Yeah, but it's nothing, just crap!
- About what?

Just stuff I'd almost forgotten.

No one forgets stuff like that!

Won't you come to bed now?

No.

Leave it!

You can't start reading that now!

Why not?

The numbers on the covers
show the order?

That's right.

Betty was the first one to have read it.

Quiet had returned.

At 30, you begin to know...

...what life's about,
and you enjoy a break.

Want some coffee?

One lump or two?

Two lumps, then.

Right, well, I'm off.

Do you like it?

Oh, it's you. What are you doing there?

Painting the Sistine Chapel.

Working for once. Will you do
the insides afterwards?

Yeah, cover up your furniture.

I'll start now.
Come and see my girls afterwards.

Is that you making all that racket?

Just squashing a mosquito.

Quit fooling around,
it's too early for mosquitoes.

Look, you can see it squirming
in a puddle of blood.

Looks like the sun has got to you.

I felt tired earlier but now I'm on form.

Look at my little girl. Isn't she cute?

That's your little girl?
She's no spring chicken.

What do you expect?

What's this? Is it my birthday?

No, baby, just dinner for two.

- What is it?
- Mussels.

Sit down. I'll dish up in a while.

Looks great.

I'm dreaming.

Drink!

Like it?

- I know that smell.
- That's not all.

Turkey with chestnuts.
Do you like that?

Love it. Especially at this time of year.

- What's the occasion?
- Wait, let me look at you.

When I think you wrote that.

I've never read anything like it.

You don't realise.

Now I see why you came to this hole.
To write that.

To think you paint shacks
drives me crazy.

This world wasn't exactly made for me.

We'll see about that. Kiss me.

I hadn't come to that hole to write.

It was later that I started writing.

So I could feel alive.

Mornings you start at 11
and now afternoons at 4!

It's too hot!
But I work till dark, lots of hours!

That's the end of that!

- Don't talk to him like that!
- I'm not talking to you!

- Know who you're talking to?
- An employee!

The greatest writer alive, fat ass!

Doesn't show on his face!
And she hasn't even got panties on!

Take a good look, fucker!

Shut up, you! Go on, have a stare!

- She's a real hellcat!
- Not hurt, are you?

You asshole! Now, get rid of that girl!
She's hysterical.

I don't ever want to see her again!

She's a public menace!

You should be ashamed! Bitch!

I think I'll get to work.

Hey, Betty, I'm going to work.

She's in a real frenzy.

She loves housework.

There goes the saucepan.

The ironing board.

The record player.

My Gershwin record.

Really.

I wouldn't want a housekeeper like her.

- I don't blame you.
- I mean, really.

She's almost through.

Your pad will look very Zen now.

Okay. Are you coming?

- You're insane!
- Shall we go?

What? I can't hear!

I love you! I love you!

- Once more!
- I love you! I love you!

I love him!

We could've taken the train.

But this is an adventure.

- Whose house are we staying at?
- My best friend's. She's a widow.

- What if she's not home?
- We'll visit Montmartre!

Isn't it great? The Marne.
All the rooms have a river view...

...with the barges and the ducks.
Rusty!

Hey, the tap's leaking.

Everything's going to pot
since Frank died. Honestly.

Hey, you've chosen number 13.

It's no 5-star hotel,
no doubt about that.

The room's been free a week
and the rest of the place 6 months.

I live just downstairs.
Well, how does it grab you?

- Can we rent it?
- Rent it? Of course you can.

I'd rather have tenants like you.

Number 13. Just think, our luck's in.

- There's a double bed too.
- A double bed! Great!

The base needs changing.

It's good to see you together.
I feel lonely at times.

Don't worry.
Come on, we'll look after you.

Me? There? With you?

All three of us? With you? Now?

Want a cuddle? A little cuddle.
Watch out.

Oh, kisses. Me too. I want one too!

We'll get out of your hair soon.

You can stay as long as you like.
I'm glad you're around, you know.

You know that.

Tell me, haven't you got a man
right now?

Some days I do, some days I don't.
Like everybody, nothing serious.

I've got my dog.

Wait. Look. There.

Fetch! You should
find someone anyway.

I'd love to. But you know men.
With my looks, it's not that easy.

Hey, Rusty! Look!

The one who gets through my door
will have to be a real wonder.

Well, have you got your bearings?

- And the rent?
- You can do odd jobs in exchange.

Sure. I'm a plumber.

A plumber? Great. My toilet's broken.

- I'll buy the stuff.
- I'll swipe it from a building site.

What are you doing?

Not even a masterpiece gets read
unless it's typed.

- Can you type?
- Of course.

You plan to type all that?

Good luck, sweetie.

Give that to me.

- How far are you?
- On page 1.

Go away, you'll make me screw up.

A bit of cold water.

Shit, the tap's leaking.

Lisa's out again tonight.

- Still like it as much?
- Don't you worry.

- I may never get published, Betty.
- Are you kidding?

It's a strange world, baby.

Won't you eat now?

I've boiled some eggs for you.

I don't have time.

- Why are you staring at me?
- I think you're beautiful.

Then come and kiss me.

What are you doing?

Repairing the tap. It leaks.

- Aren't you cold?
- No. I'm not very warm.

- Betty still typing?
- She's getting on okay.

And you?

Your eyes are shining.

Oh, Zorg. I just fucked.

Really fucked.

Nothing to laugh about.

Who is he?

You'll meet him.

- I'm going to bed.
- Me too, in a minute.

Smell anything burning?

No, why?

Rusty, come on.

Zorg, come and have a look.

Guess what I'm typing.

"T-H-E E-N-D"

No, really?

You've got me all wrong.

You're a writer, not a plumber!
What did I type? A novel!

Don't be so dumb!
Play the races if you like...

...I don't care, but stop
being a plumber, okay?

See this list? All the publishers
in this dumb town!

All of them?

I think I'll go buy a racing mag.

What'll it be?

- Tequila.
- We don't have that.

Pernod, then.

Make it a triple.

Hey, are we on the banks
of the Marne here?

How many rooms? 13?

13 rooms on the banks of the Marne
can bring in cash. Honestly.

Just bend down to pick it up.
That's why I'm a hunchback. Here.

- You're no hunchback.
- I am.

You're no hunchback,
you're handsome.

Come on, drink up, it's Chianti.

And there's Parma ham, mortadella
and homemade pâté.

And Smyrna olives.
Smyrna olives.

- Is this a turbo?
- No, it's a UFO.

- Is it yours?
- No.

- Costs a lot!
- Too right.

- It's got ABS.
- What's that?

Great brakes.

- And it can do 150 mph.
- My dad has one.

Your dad has an old crate,
and it's green!

There's Zorg!

- And the racing mag?
- Sold out.

Lovejoy, Baby Shark
and Eat-Your-Soup in the lead!

Lovejoy out.

You're Zorg? Eddy Sayolle.

Is he your wonder boy?

Is that your UFO outside?

You bet. Beautiful, isn't she?

Some kids are taking her apart.

- Better just give them the keys.
- You're kidding.

How about a ride on the motorway?
150!

No, we have to mail the manuscripts.

The ass she's got.

Be good!

I've got a better idea.

Tequila rapido!

Tequila rapido!

You take a towel and a glass...

...and tequila and Schweppes.

Say a prayer!

- Will it work?
- Sure.

Kiss.

Off it goes!

So you write books?

Do you make any bread doing that?

Sometimes!

You've got it made.
A soft job behind a desk.

You write, then go get the cash!

And what is your branch?

Historical novels!

Is that joint yours?

Yes, Pizza Stromboli!

Eddy's Pizza Parlour!

I forget what kind of books you write.

Science fiction!

Shit!

- What's wrong?
- Nothing but rubbish in the post.

It's only been four days.
Four days is nothing.

Let's have a cuddle.

Yeah, let's have a cuddle.
Where? Down here?

- Upstairs.
- Behind the bar.

- Upstairs.
- It's depressing up there.

It's always the same each time.

Do you at least trust me?

Betty, come and see!

What's going on?

We're sinking into debauchery!

Fantastic!

Don't mess up my stuff.

He's moving in.
Are you okay with that?

Let's celebrate.

- Don't touch!
- Do they make them for men too?

Try one on.

It's the only thing I feel good in.

100% silk. There's a red one too.

Feels sexy.

Are we going to drink or what?

There's no mail on Sunday.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Come and have a coffee.

Croissant.

That's the way things go, huh?

- I've got a job for you two.
- Like what?

Like what? A job.

Where's my Milanese?

Don't forget those apéritifs
on the terrace!

Hurry up, honey!

Did you get number 3?

- This is yours.
- Is it always like this?

- And 9?
- Where is 9?

Between 8 and 10 usually.
Good night!

Those drinks!

Doing okay?

- Did you get 9?
- Where is 9?

The fat lady.

May we order? Really!

Where are the toilets?

Give me a Neapolitan, no anchovies.

No, hold on.
I don't know what to choose.

Have the most expensive one.
It must be the best.

A Margherita. I'll have a Margherita.

Are there anchovies in the Margherita?

- Sorry?
- No! There are no anchovies!

A Margherita with anchovies then.
Can I have ham too?

There's ham in it.

Where does it say that?

It's not written in the stars.

Honestly, it's really small print.

- Get yourself some glasses.
- Excuse me?

She's totally crazy!
She almost tore my head off.

Calm down. Have you considered
my offer yet, Marie?

Come on, smile.

I've had it.

That bitch at number 5.
I'll hit her pretty soon.

I'll handle her.

Is there some problem?

Is that girl an idiot or what?

I said pizza with anchovies,
not ham!

Try some pimento sauce on it.

No. Now, give me what I ordered.

I'll see what I can do.

Mine is great. No problem.

What do you need?

Do you know nouvelle cuisine?

That's just crap.

Wait till you see my "repel cuisine."
Watch.

You pick out the worst garbage
you can find...

...stinky junk, bits of sweaty sausage...

...a little tomato, nice, fresh spaghetti...

...an old cheese rind,
lettuce that's good and rotten...

...one olive...

...and there you are!

Now add a little sunshine.

I forgot the best part.

- Oh, shit.
- You said it.

How's your pizza?

- Hot.
- You're the hot one.

You're turning me on.

- Look out for your blouse.
- Doesn't matter.

- What's wrong?
- I'm tired.

I'm okay, just tired.

Goodbye and thank you.

What a night.

- What kind of books do you write?
- Detective novels.

- Any answer yet?
- Not yet.

Shut up!

- You're insane! Call the manager!
- What's wrong?

The service was rotten all evening!

And now this little fool
won't get my coat!

- I'll pay their bill.
- Go back to your dishes!

You're crazy!

You should have her locked up!

Throw them out, Eddy!

Calm down! Enough!

What's the matter?

Nothing, she'll be okay.

- Shit, tell me what happened!
- Leave me alone with her.

Put water on her face.

- I'll get some.
- Beat it, Eddy! Shit!

I'm here now, sweetheart.

It's over now.

Is she sleeping?

Of course she's sleeping.

What was it? Is she sick?

Look, don't you ever get mad?

Mad, yes, but that scared me.

- It's nothing.
- Don't say it was nothing.

She almost killed that woman.

Bullshit.

With your royalties...

Shit, stop bugging me
about my books!

I've only written one in all my life.

And I doubt I could write another one.
As for royalties...

- I thought...
- You thought what?

She told you that?

She found a manuscript
and thinks I'm a genius.

Keeps waiting for publishers to reply.

That drives her nuts.

She may be right.

About what?

That you're a genius.

You bet. Read this, toots.

United Books.

"Sorry, no. Amusing, but your style
is unbearable.

You deliberately wrote a non-book."

Who is this queer?

Hide that, quick.

How are you, boys?

- What's wrong with him?
- Something he can't swallow.

I see. Well, I feel great.

- Any mail yet?
- I didn't look.

Betty was a wild horse
that had cut her hamstrings...

...jumping over a wall
and was trying to get up.

What she thought was a meadow...

...was a gloomy pen.

She couldn't bear immobility.

She was not made for that.

"I've read a lot of books,
but nothing quite like the manuscript...

...you had the poor taste to send us.

Your writing shows all the signs
of AIDS.

I return this nauseating flower
you call a novel.

Rely on me for publicity.

Leave that thing where it belongs...

...in the quagmire of your brain.

Sincerely yours, Thomas Colas."

That's just part of the game.

We're bound to run into morons.

It won't kill us.

It's not important, my love.

Okay, it's not important.

- I'm going to a doctor.
- Anything wrong?

No, just to see if my IUD is okay.
Coming with me?

I'll put some makeup on first.

I love to look at old magazines,
it's reassuring.

I look silly, give me my jacket.

But I look good in it.

Is this it? There's no plaque.

Stop it, he's not deaf!

- Yes? What can I do for you?
- I don't know, my wife...

- Did you write this?
- That?

You recognise this, don't you?
Who signed this?

Shitty asshole publisher!

Yes, I'm mad as hell!

- I'll clean it all up.
- Leave it, you fucker!

Tell him what you think!

I don't give a damn about his letter!

In your writing
as well as your speech...

...you show no notion of good taste!

And you think you do?

- Get out! This is my home!
- Don't touch me!

You're crazy!

Very queer.

Quick, Betty. Hurry up.

You're totally nuts!

- Why do you always give in?
- Forget assholes like him.

- Jesus, nothing ever touches you.
- That's not true.

Well, prove it!

Pharistopoli has the world's
best olives.

The best you'll find anywhere
on the market.

- No, thank you, I don't drink.
- It's only cactus juice.

Just for you.
My wife doesn't like me drinking.

Where's that from?

Wrinkled olives are the best.

There are two kinds:

The big wrinkled one is a Syrian olive.

Good for pizzas.

No, for pizzas, you're better off
with that one.

It's stuffed with pepper,
so maybe it's not the best choice.

The green one is pitted.
That's interesting.

Pitted ones don't interest me.
That one does.

- That one's for you, Eddy.
- Try the Rose of Cairo.

One more for Mr. Pharistopholi.

Pharistopoli, not Pharistopholi.
Pharistopoli.

Here you go. Bottoms up.

Come on!

Not bad. Goes well served with olives.

- How much?
- Normally, they're 350 a kilo.

- What? 350 a kilo?
- Yes, it's a fair price.

Take one, Zorg. Another tequila rapido.

No, really, I don't drink.

Excuse me.
You have the six varieties here.

Eight varieties in two halves,
times two makes 16.

Two times eight, 16.

Each of the 16 varieties for 350 a kilo.

Honestly.

I'll have that one.

You spat on my nose.

I'll try the Purple Rose now.

The black one.
The black one's the best.

You haven't tried this one, the tequila.
No, that's not it.

What am I talking about?
I can't remember what it is.

- It's an olive.
- I know, I'm an olive salesman.

How about it, Zorg?
Let's take it. Let's take them all.

- You can't have the case.
- I'll pay for it.

You put on a real show
for that olive seller.

Cut it out! It's brand-new.
Those things stain leather!

Shit, cut it out!

Great, right in the eye. Shit!

Take it easy, Eddy.

There you go, sir.
Just look at my wheels.

Quit messing around.
What's wrong with her?

I can explain everything.

It's not really her fault.
It's mine, in fact.

In a way...

Don't bother. I've heard it all before.

I noted down the charges
and spoke to your friend.

Quite a pretty girl, but a bit uptight.

She's not always like that.
How can I put this?

She has fits, every month.
It's hard for men to understand.

Don't push it too far.

No, of course not.

So you write novels, do you?

Yes, or rather I'm trying
to get published. It's not easy.

They're all fucking assholes
in those publishing houses.

I should know.

Stay there,
I want to show you something.

What do you think this is?

A manuscript.

Exactly!

I'm getting to like you.

You won't believe me
but I've had 27 refusals on this.

Twenty-seven!
They're first-class assholes.

Twenty-seven refusals.
That's quite a lot.

When I think of all the years
that I've put into that book.

All the best cases,
the toughest ones are in there.

It's real dynamite.

Believe me, it hurts. It hurts a lot.
Trust me.

I trust you.

There are some dumb cops
whose shitty memoirs sell millions.

So why are the publishers
all against me?

Don't even try to understand them.

Publishers are all fucking assholes.

- Feel like a drink, man?
- You bet I do.

To future success!
Don't let them get you down!

When I think of those assholes
ruining a year's work in five minutes.

I can't say your friend's right...

...but she's not wrong, either.

A good cop story full of sex!

That's the best kind.

When that asshole called,
I thought, "He'll pay for the rest."

I was glad. I had a drink to celebrate.

She only scratched him.
He's making a mountain of a molehill.

Eight stitches.
I'd have kicked his head in.

Who do they think they are?
Fancy one for the road?

Your book's sitting here
nice and warm.

Like a plane ready to take off.

Believe you me, it'll be published.

- I don't think so.
- It will, I'm sure.

What about Betty?
Can we drop the whole thing?

Shit. I could leave this shitty office.

Can I go and get her?

Shit, you just don't understand.

Can't you see she did all this
for guys like you and me?

I know, but there's the fucking charges.

Come on, you're a policeman.
There must be some way out of it.

It's not easy. There are records.

Okay, I get it.

No, hold on.

There may be a way.

Go on then, confess.

The guy would have to decide
not to press charges.

It's that simple.

- Who is it?
- It's for The Book Show.

Right!

Fancy a drink, sweetie-pie?
You're a bit pale.

Martini.

Here.

Nice place you've got here.

I'm not mad about the book.
It's not your fault.

I didn't particularly write it for you.

So we'll just leave it there.
It's one big misunderstanding.

That girl is the only good thing
in my life.

Apart from her, there's nothing.

So you're not going to press charges.

Remember just one thing:
I've nothing to lose, nothing.

Go on.

You got the wrong number.
It's the speaking clock.

There. Drink up, kiddies. Drink up.

Give me your glass. Drink up.

- What's the toast to?
- Friday!

Life is fucking great!

I don't know why,
but I feel great tonight.

It's family. Honestly, it's family.

You can laugh, but it's a real
gut feeling.

Just looking at you here
warms my heart.

Look, my quiff's a mess,
my heart's so warm.

Big kisses to you all.

Here's a kiss for you.

And you too, sweetheart.

Kiss your hero, he deserves it.

Break! Break!

I've an idea.

Come here, I'm all alone!

I'm coming, baby!

It's dy! It's na! It's mite!
It's dynamite!

What a dancer!

The sauce!

I would've loved to be a rocker!

Shit, he's a real rocker!

Come and help me!

I'm not making it with cheap wine,
but with champagne!

Pizza Stromboli!

What's wrong, Eddy?

My mother's dead.

My mother's dead!

I feel awful!

Is this your only black tie?

I have to be there.

She's being buried tomorrow.

You should get a little rest now,
darling.

- I have to change.
- You're fine.

Give me my jacket.

No, sleep, and I'll call you a cab later.

560 miles.
If I leave now, I'll make it.

You're nuts, you'll never make it in
one piece. We won't let you go alone.

You don't realise. My mother's dead.

Help him.

It's not funny. Cut it out, it's not funny.

Hold on, it's just there.

There it is. See the shop over there?

There. Drive across the square.

Come on!

This is it.

- Are you?
- No, she sold pianos.

- Did she sell a lot?
- That's not nice.

Well, are we going in?

It's all right.

What's all this noise? It's not Christian!

- Forget it, Uncle.
- Your poor mother's upstairs!

It's Christian enough.
They're my friends.

I didn't know you could play.

I can't. Just two or three things.

You're a funny girl.

I waited ages for a meaning in life.

You're the best thing
that ever happened to me.

You're only saying that
because you're tired.

If I'd written that book,
I'd have a meaning in life.

It's only bringing us trouble.

It's not because you wrote it.
You are a writer.

Then why can't I write any more now?

Because you're a damn fool.

That's nice.

You look tired.

I'm okay.

You see all those stars?

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, I'm fine.

You're feverish.

- Where are you? Stay.
- I'm here. What's wrong?

I won't leave you.
Do you want a cigarette?

No, everything's fine, just fine.

Have you seen all those stars
out there?

It's because it's a clear night.

- Pass me the Nuoc Man.
- The what?

The sauce, Nuoc Man.
N-U-O-C M-A-N.

None left.

At least it was a nice day.

Sometimes, I wish I were a dog.

A life isn't much.

Just four photos.

- Like it here?
- It's different.

I want to make you and Betty
an offer.

Stay here and run the piano store.

See? I'm psychic!

Shall I go ask Betty?

Tell me, do you like the idea?

Yes, I do.

Fantastic!

Just one thing.

Take her flowers now and then.

- Who?
- My mother.

He sure gave us a nice present.

No, I just can't do it.
I can't sleep in a dead woman's bed.

I know it's no fun,
but just don't think about it.

No, I don't want to.

Shit!

I don't believe it.

Do you know how late it is?

We'll just use this foldaway.

Let me, it's a mechanical thing.
Stay there.

Stupid thing!

You wanted to do it!

What is this?

Can't you do it, man?

Pile of crap.

Calm down. Use the pedal!

The pedal is stuck, Betty.

I'll go get the tools, then.

Shit, not at this time of night.

I didn't do it on purpose.

Let's stop, it'll only get worse.

It's safer.

Sleep away the foldaway way.

What are you up to?

It gives off bad vibes.
You don't feel them, of course.

The bad vibes are gone now!

I lik ed that place.

I was sure it'd be a fine day.

And it was, if they'd all
had their motors tuned.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Is that your mattress near the bins?

Yes. What's wrong?

Well, we don't handle stuff like that.

We want nothing to do with it.

What can I do? Cut it up
and eat a piece every morning?

- I don't know. It's your mattress.
- Yes, it is, in a way.

Is he pissing you off? Well, is he?

Is the fucking mattress his?

- For pity's sake, Bobby.
- Bastard!

Don't get carried away.

Filth! Filth!

Bastard! Bastard!

One day he threw one like that
in the back of the truck.

It took his hand off.

Now, he can't stand mattresses.

All right, Bobby.
It's time we were going.

Will he be okay?

Have you got a smoke?

A smoke? Sure.

- They're homo cigarettes.
- Sure.

See you.

Shit, you've been working hard.

- I've cleaned the whole house.
- It's looking great.

The old woman died a second time.
What were you up to?

Looking around town.

It's a pretty big place.
I guess we'll need a car.

Sure, we'll need money too.

- Present for you.
- Buttered?

Of course.
And that costs money too.

Breakfast time. The bar's open.

The dairyman next door is an albino
and a redhead.

A redhead albino in a white coat...

...with a bottle of milk in each hand.
Can you imagine that?

It would give me the creeps.

It would give you the creeps.
That's exactly how I felt.

Pass the sugar.

Albino. Weirdo.

We should do some work around here.
It's not exactly modern.

Jesus, some people have got a nerve!
Come and see.

Hurry up! Look at that!

- What's wrong?
- The car on the sidewalk.

He's got some nerve.

You mean he's a fucking bastard.
I'll show him.

What nerve. A yellow one too.

It's a real beauty.
Look at the finish on it.

I bet the shithead left the keys.

- Have you gone mad?
- Let's go for a drive.

- No, you're crazy.
- Come down, Betty.

Come on.

- What are you doing?
- Come on, get in.

You're nuts.

Look at this: leather seats, mahogany
dashboard, transistor radio.

- Hear that hum?
- Sure. Look, you're totally nuts.

Don't worry. He has to be a homo
to have a car like this.

He may be a homo, but you're nuts.

Calm down.

Stop here.

Right here.

- Hold on.
- Here. Now.

We've run out of road, in any case.

Drive up there.

We're up here for the view, are we?
It's great.

You're crazy. What's got into you?

In a car like this,
you might have turned homo.

Guys freak out over a full tank of gas.

Big cars are the last flash
of our civilisation.

I thought we were brok e.

We are now.

I lay the last flash
of a civilisation at your feet.

You're crazy.

- Are you two okay?
- Fine.

We've been cleaning
and shifting furniture.

That's great.

These naked floorboards
are a bit gloomy.

- How about blue?
- Why?

I think blue's a nice, calm colour.

All right, paint them blue.

I've bored you long enough now.

You're not boring me.

Wait, Betty wants...

I almost forgot.

Betty wants to knock out two walls.

Eddy? Can you hear me?

It's nothing, just two thin little walls.

What do you mean, "nothing"?
You're both nuts.

Wait, imagine that wall...

...as a barrier between us
and a sunny meadow.

Isn't it an insult to let
a silly little barrier bug us?

Okay, but go easy, now.

Don't worry, we're not crazy.

All right, bye!

Do I look like Stallone in Rocky IV,
baby?

No, like you're writing your book.

I don't see what demolition
has to do with writing.

I'm not surprised.

Want to go shopping with me?

Do you want to?

Okay, I'll go, then.

What are you doing there?

I'm warming my ass.

I bought you some popcorn.

Give me the keys. I'll drive.

Fucking gearbox!

Sure, it's the gearbox.

Try a bit harder, we'll set
a new local accident record.

I won't get in that shitty crate again.

You're acting like shit today!

You're out of your mind!

Calm down! Let me see.

Stop!

Shit, Betty, stop!

You're really pissing me off!

Enough!

Betty, please!

It's over, okay?

- What's going on here?
- Nothing.

She didn't feel well, so I slapped her.

I was afraid she'd have a fit.

- I know that's hard to believe.
- Why is that hard to believe?

We'd just been jogging.

- Does jogging help?
- A lot, yeah.

And how is the little lady now?

Richard, I told you not to point that
at me!

I'm aiming at him, not you!

Put that thing down!

Look at his shoes.

We saw a guy with green hair
one day too.

The world's like that.
Don't go by details.

- It's only an accident.
- You see?

If we screw up one day,
it'll be your fault.

Did you search him? No.
You just like to carry a pistol!

Don't get mad. Look at them.

I'd smack his head
before he could move.

I've had 40 years' experience.

Then work it out alone, count me out.

You've got a fucking attitude!

Open up! Cut it out!
I'll give you two seconds!

Okay, I'll stop!

Next time, I'll shoot!

Our recruits get good training...

...but it wrecks their nerves!

I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Are you just passing through?

No, we run the piano store.

You're friends of Eddy's?

You should've said so!
We'll drive you back.

Come on, Betty.

What are you doing?

- Selling a piano today?
- Sure, laugh all you like.

- Oh, fuck!
- Sorry.

Just you wait.

- Bob, got a minute?
- Sure.

That stuff you use to write
on the window, can I have some?

- Whitening.
- Yeah, whitening.

Well, what do you think?
Not bad, huh?

"Pianos at cost price,
once-in-a-lifetime sale."

Rule number one in business:
Get yourself noticed.

Rule number 2:
Have a great sales pitch.

Once-in-a-lifetime sale!

Right. I'll go and wash,
then get lunch ready.

It already looks better, huh?

I've put on another kilo!

Breathe in. A closed piano
is a dead piano.

I sell live pianos, guys.
Live ones!

Look at all your little teeth
sparkling away.

You have to come alive...

...today of all days.
Do it, for my sake.

I'm sure you'll make a great team.

It's ready! Are you coming up?

Yeah, I'm coming. I'm counting on you.

And let's not let her distract us today.

See you later.

You know, sweetheart,
we could eat in the kitchen.

Diet.

It tastes better like that.

- Coffee?
- No, I mustn't overdo it.

I'm on top of the world.
We're going to sell out of pianos.

You seem pretty sure of that.

I can't explain why. It's a mind thing.

I don't want to be negative,
but it's a nice day for a walk.

We've got enough money for the month.

It's not the money.
I want to check on a theory.

So I'll spend the afternoon
at the cash desk.

Fine, I'll go out alone.

Sure, honey, don't fret.
The sun's shining just for you.

Shit, the time you waste
doing nothing with your life.

They could make a circus act
out of this.

A piano seller
who doesn't sell pianos.

The world is fed
on anguish and absurdity.

Sweetheart, are you talking to yourself?

I was messing around.

- I'm going out. Coming?
- No, I can't leave the pianos.

Can you look after the shop
while I run for some cigarettes?

- Sure, I'll keep an eye on things.
- You're an angel.

- How's business?
- Bad. There's a recession on.

That's true, but there's nothing new
about that.

Give me a couple of those.

I don't believe it.
I only went out for 10 minutes!

Enough for a gifted salesgirl.
Remember the guy in the beret?

The guy in the beret. Jesus!
You can't trust anyone nowadays.

I wasn't the one who sold it.

You were. It was sold thanks to you.

Yeah, but still...

We have to celebrate this.
Anything you really want to do?

Have a Chinese.

Okay, fine, we'll go for a Chinese.

I'll tan your hide, damn it!

I'm really fed up!
He locked himself in the bathroom.

And that window is so high!

Why do we ever have children?

- What's wrong?
- I'm dizzy, I can't do it.

Let me do it.

Be careful.

Okay, go on, but watch out.

Bob! Hurry, come on!

Come on, yourself!
Makes me dizzy!

Archie! Why do you do this?

Your dad's mad at you.

He's okay, Bob.

I don't believe it! I'll show you!
Come on.

I'll leave you here till you dry!

That's for Pearl Harbour!
Yesterday...

...he shut himself in the fridge.
Fancied himself an Arctic explorer!

You little moron!

Go downstairs, I'll open up a bottle.

I insist. You did me a favour.

Darling, what did he do to you?

Ever hear about
the three supermarket witches?

A great story. I'll tell you.

Sit down.

He's really going for it.

They're so hard, they almost hurt.

Touch and you'll see.

Go on, touch.

- Feel that?
- Awfully hard.

They hurt.

You've got goldfish!

Real goldfish!

How about some Pineau?

Got anything to snack on?

Help yourself in the shop.

Bananas, coconuts, apricots.

No, that's all sweet.

I want almonds or peanuts.

Eat my pussy! Eat it!

Hurry!

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I don't turn you on?

It's not that.
Sometimes I resist my desires...

...in order to feel I'm free.

- I'm fed up!
- Forget it. Let's go have a drink.

Bob hasn't touched me
for a month.

Not since I left the clinic.

Is it normal to have to wait so long?

lt'll all work out.

Yeah, right.

Sometimes when we're in bed, he'll...

...slip it in from behind...

...without caring if I'm asleep or...

Let's go have that drink.

The goldfish love that tune.

That Pineau of theirs
is something else.

It's great, isn't it?

The day we open,
we manage to sell a piano.

Some sell pianos, others Pineau.

- Isn't it great, though?
- You're exaggerating.

No, I'm not! Don't you think
it's great to sell one?

Sure, but you talk about it
as if something had happened to us.

It has, we sold a piano.

Mind my apple.

It's going to be a hot night.

The asshole.

I'll be 50 before I see my name in print.

They're all shitheads!

Yeah, your luck's not in right now.

Shall I send the manuscript
down to you?

No way. Think of the trouble
it would cause.

Send it to the next on the list.
The names are in the phone book.

How are the pianos going?

Great. We sold the third yesterday.
No sweat.

I have to go, she's coming in.
See you, Eddy.

What are you doing? Hurry up!

I am hurrying.

This is where you strangle me
and rape me?

- Better rape me first.
- All right.

Look.

- See the little wall?
- The Little Wall of China?

The one that starts at the lake.

And that big rock, see?

- That big thing?
- Yeah.

- Beautiful.
- And isn't that little house nice?

What are you getting at?

I love this fucking place.

You're right, it's perfect.

Everything in its place. Fantastic.

It's all for you. All of it!

It starts at the wall
and goes beyond the rock.

And the house is in the middle.

And that's not all.

Happy 20th birthday, my love!

We'll have to eat it straightaway.

Just one more drop.

It doesn't seem possible.

Look, Betty, don't worry.
All the papers are in order.

No, I mean to be able
to buy a piece of land...

...with its sunlight, its sounds
and all that.

Sure, but that's how it is.
Everything you see here is yours.

That sunset hanging in the trees
is mine as well?

And the silence and the breeze
coming down the hill?

Yes, it's all yours.

The guy who sold this
must have been crazy.

It's the best present I ever had.

I'm so happy.

Are these lips mine too?

Are those eyes mine?

They're yours too.

Is that mine too?

All of it!

I dreamed your book was published.

Why don't you think of something else?

Get me a cigarette.

- What are all these pills?
- Nothing.

Nothing? Are they sleeping pills?

I don't take them often.

Forget it.

Make love to me.

Good and ripe for a purée.

- Anything else, Mrs. Pichon?
- Ham.

- Round or square?
- Round.

Did you hear about the butcher's wife...

...and the postman?
No shame at all. Two slices?

Four.

- Bob, I'm in the shit.
- And I'm in the ham.

I have a piano and my delivery men
didn't show up.

It has to be delivered.

Your brother-in-law's got a truck,
hasn't he?

It's too big, it's a logging truck.

I'll manage. I can drive those things.

So no problem!

Annie, come here!

One second. I have a call to make.

Tell him I'll come back later.

Okay, I'll do that.

Hi, Annie, how are you?

Have things improved with Bob?

A little.

Why?

- You thinking of something?
- Thinking exhausts me at the moment.

You really are...

...a funny guy.

I doubt that.

Twenty-five tonnes. Think it'll do?

This thing must be worth a bit.

Got to be rich to buy one of these.

Spare me your comments.
Know how to work this?

Just press, it's easy!

Shall I press?

Oh, shit! Asshole!

That's the oil release, of course.
It's the other one.

Now, watch.

- Got a manual?
- Yeah, there's a manual.

What are you two playing at?

- What are you doing?
- I can't hear!

Bring it down.

More.

What are you playing at?

You asshole!
You know what this is worth?

You wouldn't tell me!

- Fucking hell!
- Do you think I've put on weight?

Right now, you look fine to me.

I think my belly's a bit fatter.

What are you talking about?

Call the countess to tell her
we're on our way. Hurry up!

For chrissakes!

- Zorg, are you coming?
- I'm coming!

- Did you tie it down?
- Madame is waiting.

- Let me go.
- I have something to tell you.

- I can't wait to tell you.
- I'm selling a piano!

I'm an hour late.

I'm coming!

What's that?

Dust from Atlantis?

It's a pregnancy test.

- And what does it say?
- It says yes.

But how, with your IUD?

Happens sometimes.

It can't be true.

Sit down.

I'll be right back to look after you.
It's great, huh?

What's wrong? You look pale.

We're late as hell.

Never saw so many baby carriages.

That one nearly had it.

Not so fast! The truck's brand-new!

I'm not going fast. Anyway, it's a turbo.

What? Are you kidding?

I'm only doing 25 mph.

25? You're doing 50!

50? That's not fast!

Are you sure you've got your licence?

I doubt it.

How are you? Remember me?

Doing 60 with a truck
limited to 45 mph...

...on a road limited to 15-tonne
vehicles and to 30 mph.

Good start. Good start.

Your papers.
Full inspection, the whole lot.

Sorry, I was dreaming.

If you flunk the alcohol test,
you'll wake up fast.

I just found out
I'm going to be a daddy.

A father.

- Got a cigarette?
- Sure.

Fathers are the last
great adventurers.

You'll see, there's joy,
but sorrow too, sorrow.

A floating island, like a desert island.

- Yes, sweetheart.
- And you?

Another bottle of champagne
and fritters.

- Fritters for two?
- Yes, for two.

You'll eat for three.

I'm going for a pee.

Are fathers really
the last great adventurers?

And did I look lik e an adventurer?

Excuse me. I've been watching you.

I've got something
that may interest you.

No, thanks, I'm fine.

- There's a gram there.
- Is it good?

- I don't use it.
- You don't use it?

It's to pay for my vacation.

I'm going surfing.

In Hawaii.

Great waves out there.
The wind in your hair.

- How much?
- 1500.

Are you sure?

- I can take it back.
- Hey, be reasonable. 200.

- That's nothing.
- It'll pay for a pair of shorts.

I'll be back.

Well?

Here, Mr. Surfer.
Just remember one thing:

White sand, Hawaii, waves, sunshine.

It's beautiful, but it's not real.

Blood is being spilled everywhere.

Why do you say that? Are you crazy?

Why were all those guys
dazzling me with their lights?

- You didn't have any lights on.
- I really like blue. It's just great.

I didn't have any lights on?
Jesus, people can be really mean.

Champagne usually wakes me up.

Don't do that to me now.
Not tonight.

Thirsty? Want something to drink?

You're not funny.

Really not funny.

Let's play Scrabble. You love that.
I'll let you win, okay?

You're not funny.
You going to leave me all alone?

Your bag is ugly.

- Who's that kid?
- What kid?

- Downstairs.
- That's little Nicolas.

He's a genius, but he
hasn't got a piano. What's all this?

Champagne! One bottle each. Petits
fours and passion-fruit ice cream.

And this is for you.

You never know.

And those things never shrink.

I love you.

What does it feel like?

I don't know.
I want another test to be sure.

Do you like the idea?

I haven't thought about it.

But I'd say it's not so bad.

As a present to you.

We made love.

I had a dizzy sensation.

While we screwed, her IUD was lik e
a brok en door banging in the wind.

PREGNANCY DIAGNOSIS:
NEGATIVE.

Mine is in heat,
yours is going bananas.

Don't ever say that.

Sorry.

Aren't you glad to see Eddy
and Lisa again?

And Rusty?

I'd love you even if you were bald.

Life's got it in for me.

As soon as I want something,
I realise I can't have it.

I can't even have a baby.

What's wrong?

Your hair looks good like this.

You should swim a bit.
The water's lovely.

How about it, honey?

You're crazy!

Watch the float, and that's
all there is to it.

I don't give a fuck.

I don't want to piss you off, but
have you seen the state Betty's in?

She's lost all her colour.

She keeps on biting her lips
and looking at the stars.

Fuck, you're worse than a fish.

Can I do anything
to help you guys out?

She thought she was pregnant.

Well, it can't work every time.
Try again.

I get the feeling that Betty
wants something that doesn't exist.

The world's too fucking small for her.

You won't help her like that.

Fuck, Eddy, I've got to save her.

What are you doing?

My Betty. Come back.

It's me.

I hear voices.

No, that's the wind.

And some nut always has a radio on
at 3 a.m., waiting for World War III.

I hear the voices in my head.

I'm going insane.

In my head.

It's all over now.

"Whenever Josiane dug her nails
into Sylvie's body...

...kneaded her breasts
or greedily tongued her hairy pussy...

...she'd think of Roger.

She wanted him to take her,
brutally penetrate her core.

She'd think of his stiff pole
pounding into her gaping pussy.

'Jesus, Jesus, the joy of it!"'

I won't try anything.

I don't want to get hurt.

Don't be so uptight.

Oh, wow! You've got
one hell of a nerve trying this.

I admire you.

I have a thermos flask if you want.
Help yourself.

What's your name?

I just want to know your name.
I swear I won't tell anyone.

If you untie me, I can help you.

I could turn a gun on the bastards.
I hate this job.

Why won't you tell me your name?
Trust me.

Watch out for the fat one,
Georges-Alain.

Be careful, he's a real shit.

He'll fire without warning. He's shot
passersby before now. I'd kill him.

He'll get you.

I'd like to watch you.

Take me hostage.
We'll be like Bonnie and Clyde.

You've got it all wrong, shithead.

When your wife has a headache
the night you want to screw her...

...tell her it's not her head
you're after!

You don't know my wife.

She's like any other woman.

They're all the same,
all bitches, every last one.

Look, when you bring your pay home
at the end of the month...

...she doesn't want an aspirin then.

Take the money.

You fucking bitch!

When I catch up with you,
I'll make you suck my dick!

What are you doing here, Betty?

What are you doing?
I've been looking all over for you.

Sweetheart.

If I was dead,
I'd like people to come to see me.

What are you talking about?
Come on.

Want to see what I found
this afternoon?

What's it for?

Anything you want, Betty.

An island.

You're crazy.

Put that back. It's not nice.

Put them on. Put them on, please.
Put them on.

If anyone ever asks what I did today...

...tell them we were together all day.

Yes. I even screwed
a beautiful brunette.

Beautiful. Really beautiful.

We'll go to the seaside tomorrow.

Is it good?

This was a good idea, huh?

I'll buy you a boat, okay?

Shit, it's been tough, huh?

There must be a paradise
somewhere for you and me.

Want another ice cream?

I'll go and get it now or we'll
be here ages.

Hey, that girl who was with you
has gone off with my little boy.

That girl who was with you.
The one in the short dress.

Stop him!

This floor is closed to the public.
I'm sorry, sir. The store is closed.

What do you mean?
lt'll only take a minute.

It won't take long! Betty!

This whole floor has been hired.

I want a piano.
I want a piano for my wife and kid.

I fully understand, but right now...

- How much?
- I don't know. We're closed.

For fuck's sake, that customer
is my wife! Where is she?

In the tepee. She doesn't want
to be disturbed. She paid, sir.

Betty, what are you doing in here?

Come and sit down with us.

- Who are you?
- He's the man of my life.

His mother's been looking for him.
We've got to get out of here.

Come with us.

What's going on?

Come on.

Keep him, his mother's on her way.
Quick, Betty!

- I can't. It's no use.
- Run or they'll part us.

They can't part us.
We were meant for each other.

Hurry, Betty, hurry.

- Don't panic!
- What happened?

- Please sit down.
- Where's Betty?

Stay here!

- Fuck, I don't believe it.
- Don't stay here.

Bob, what happened?

She poked an eye out.

- I don't believe it!
- She looks bad, but she's alive.

Go and sit down. I'll go and ask.
Just sit down.

Wait for me here.

- Well?
- She's okay, she's sleeping.

- Can I see her?
- Yes, but you have to fill out forms.

It's just a formality,
but it has to be done.

I'll put you through.

He's the one who...

- Are you the husband?
- No.

A relative?

No, I'm all the rest.

We live together,
so I can fill those things out.

Do you have her identity card?

- Where the hell did I put it?
- Here.

It's a nice photo, huh?

- Her social security number?
- I don't know it.

What a pain.

Okay, that's fine.

You can go, Bob.
I want to see her alone.

- Can you drive back?
- Yes.

Excuse me, is this room 10?

The girl who poked her eye out?
She's stable but needs rest.

- Can I see her?
- Visiting hours are over.

- Just five minutes.
- All right, then, but not for long.

No more than five minutes.

Come on.

There's no point in staying.

I want to stay just a bit longer.

She won't wake before noon tomorrow.

She's sedated.

Come on.
You can come back tomorrow.

She'll be better then.

- I've had enough!
- You have no respect for others.

You can talk about respect!
What do you get up to...

...when you deliver
to your lonely customers?

- You bastard, you're using me!
- Stop busting my balls!

Shithead!

You're totally crazy to get
this wound up over nothing.

Nothing? You cheat on me
and you call that nothing?

You cheat on me and don't fuck me!
At least fuck me!

You don't know what you're saying!

I've had enough of this row.

This isn't a row.
You have to be in love for a row.

Yes, speaking.

Who?

What? You've read it?

No, I believe you.
I'm just surprised.

It hasn't come yet.

Okay, I'll sign every page.

I want 15º% .

Okay, 10º% . I don't give a shit.

No, I can't travel now.

Yes, I'm doing another one...

...but I can't explain.
Just stuff that pops into mind.

Betty, we did it!
The book's going to be published!

What have they done to you?

The bastards!

We're going to make it, my love.

I'm writing another book.

For you.

For you, Betty.

Dedicated to you.

What are you doing here?

- What did you do to her?
- You're crazy! Get out!

What is all this shit?
I want to see her doctor.

What is this shit? Tell me!

Sit down.

I wanted to see you.

She's in a state of shock.

Know what that means?

It is serious.
We can't predict the outcome.

We can't guarantee that she'll
ever recover.

Be brave, old man.

Chemistry has made great strides.

Electrotherapy gets results.

Don't listen to all the crap
they say about this.

- I'm taking her home.
- Listen to me. That girl is insane.

- Totally insane.
- Shut up, shut up, please.

It's your medicine that drove her mad!

Your shit's wrecking her mind!

You're making her sick!

I said beat it! Get lost!

- I'll slug you!
- Forget it!

I keep hearing your voice
in the house, Betty.

Worst of all, the silence...

...and words that just pop up:

"I can't find the fucking sugar!"

"You're kidding."

"That shitty vacuum cleaner!"

"Zorg, are you asleep?"

We're going away together.

Make one last effort.

We were meant for each other.

No one can ever separate us,
no one, ever.

Are you writing?

No, I was just thinking.

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