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At the 11th Berlin Festival in 1961

A Woman Is A Woman won

for its originality, audacity

and for breaking away from conventional film comedy.

Best Actress at the 1961 Berlin Festival -

Anna Karina

as a promising new actress

displaying rare talents.

Hurry up, sit down!

Space over there, come on.

Let's tune up.

Be once again that young girl

Who brought me so much happiness

Hello.

A white coffee. Very white.

A white coffee - in a glass.

- What time is it? - Half past five.

It's too hot, I haven't got time.

Hello. How are you?

I'M EXPECTING A BABY

How about that?

Haven't you got anything more sexy?

Come along, children.

- Hi. - Are you still angry?

- No, sweetheart. - So, you still love me?

Yes,

sweetheart!

Look at this pretty postcard, Émile.

Why are you crying?

Because I wish I could be both little yellow animals at the same time.

You always want the impossible.

Well, I'm off now.

Newspapers! France-Soir, Paris Presse, Le Monde!

Le Figaro littéraire.

Hi, Angela.

- You look really sad. - Not at all.

I need to talk to you.

Why don't you go and look for me at the Trocadéro?

- This is serious. - I haven't got time, I'm late.

- What are you thinking about? - Nothing.

I'm thinking that I exist.

And off she goes.

- All right? - Hurry, Angela!

Good evening.

Evening, little bunnies. All right?

Happy non-birthday.

Did you get me France-Soir for the horoscopes?

- See what mine says. I'm Virgo. - You're on before Danielle, hurry up.

- How come? - I don't know. Ask Luciano.

Hi. A packet of Gitanes.

- That's 10,005 francs now. - Come on, I will pay you.

- Is Dominique back from the hospital? - Yes, she's got your thingy.

What's that? It's cute.

- I picked it up at the Galeries. - Very cute.

Have you had a look in France-Soir yet?

Virgo... Love life -

- happiness on the horizon. - Really?

That's fantastic.

Have you seen my latest trick? Watch.

That's superb!

Miss Angela, have you been to the Champs-Élysées?

Why not? What do you mean?

There are more important things than the Champs-Élysées.

Hurry up, you're on now.

- OK, I'm coming. - Here's your thingy.

- Can you tell me how it works? - It's easy.

- I'll put it in the drawer. - OK, thanks.

You will become like the man who's seen the man,

who's seen the man, who's seen the man,

who's seen the bear.

"The creations of art

"are the 40 days of nature's glorious life."

Many of us admire the shape of the Eiffel Tower.

But I admire the shape of Angela.

Hi.

People always wonder why

Everybody stares as I go by

But it's not hard to see

Why they all go for me

With my breasts so pretty

And my eyes so bright

With my sailor's collar

And my pants so tight

Things I don't like you to do

Is waking me up early, not before two

But what I adore

Is if you stroke my back a little more

"Yes!" that's what I say

When lads ask me, "Come my way"

For what annoys the boys

Is when you make a fuss or noise

I'm no angel

I can be a real devil

But men never complain

Because I am...

So...

Gorgeous!

- Let me have a go. - Go on then.

Fantastic!

- Take this. - How does it work?

I think the temperature method is best.

That's how Cherie conceived her child.

Take no notice. This is scientifically proven.

Bianchini is after girls for Marseille. He's paying 40,000 francs.

- Oh, him. - Sign up here.

Can I take my iron with me?

- Where will we be staying? - At the hotel.

- What about our washing? - No problem.

- Are you coming, Angela? - I don't want to.

No, I can't stand the Côte d'Azur.

Red stocking, blue stocking.

Bye.

- Angela doesn't have time? - No, Angela doesn't have time.

- How are you doing? - Can't complain.

You owe me 52,000 francs.

- I do? - Yes, you do.

Don't you owe 52,000 francs to Hotel Bikini?

Didn't you leave without paying the bill on 9th July?

Hold on, I'll check.

I make a note of everything I do.

October... September...

July...

Hold on... 20th July...

Here we are, 9th July.

No, you've made a mistake. Look.

10am - phone Paul for a game of cards.

Midday - lunch...

Newspapers! France-Soir, Paris Presse, Le Monde.

You're right.

"Leave Bikini Hotel without paying."

- So, are you going to pay me? - No, never.

Little creep!

- Cretin! - Bastard!

- Jerk! - Prat!

- Wandering Jew! - Fascist!

Pervert!

Why didn't you wait?

Because I've got more important things to do.

Isn't it important that I want you?

Funny, it's not as sunny as it was an hour ago.

- That's not funny. - OK, it's not funny.

So, why did you say it was funny?

I don't know, I'm a bit down.

You're a funny girl.

Has Agnes had her baby yet?

I don't know, it's none of my business.

You're a funny boy.

You're not bothered whether I want you or not?

If you put an adjective before or after a word,

does it affect the meaning?

- How do you mean? - For instance,

is a happy event different from an event that's happy?

- Is that why you're down? - No.

Why?

Because I'd like to be in a musical.

With Cyd Charisse...

and Gene Kelly!

Choreography...

...by Bob Fosse!

- What is it? - You didn't say goodbye to me.

Missed.

Yesterday, you asked me why I loved Émile and not you.

Because he's handsome and clever and you're not.

- I'm very clever. - Oh, really?

- Bet you can't do everything I can! - Try me.

- Thanks for the joint of meat. - You're welcome, Mme Récamier.

Ow!

I've got something to tell you.

Not now!

"Madame,

"the CD Indicator tells you,

"using scientific calculations,

"on exactly which days you are fertile.

"Using scientific calculations.

"Hold the white part of the indicator with your left hand.

"Turn the black cylinder...

"...with your right hand...

"...until the triangle points...

"...to zero.

"Press to the bottom...

"...until a row of numbers is displayed.

"The days on which you are able to conceive

"will appear in the window on the black cylinder."

10th November. What is today's date?

FRIDAY 10 NOVEMBER

Hiya.

Where's that scarf from?

I bought myself an early Christmas present.

Here, I bought you Marie Claire.

- Is the match over? - What match?

Damn it! Real Madrid vs Barcelona.

I asked you to put the radio on!

I have to do everything!

What's wrong now?

What's wrong now?

Before acting out our little farce, let's bow to the audience.

What's wrong?

You don't love me.

Listen to yourself, silly!

You're the only one I love.

- Things aren't right. - You're the one I love!

I love your eyes, your neck, your shoulders, your waist.

Your feet!

Could you sweep the floor instead of acting like a prat?

You're the only one I love...

You're the only one...

The ball goes to Di Stéfano. He dashes up the right wing,

just like Matthews back in the glory days.

Poetry in motion!

This Julius Caesar of football is now heading towards Del Sol.

Del Sol to Puskás, Puskás to Del Sol,

Del Sol to Di Stéfano, Di Stéfano to Del Sol.

Real is doing great, it's bringing tears to my eyes.

Del Sol is facing Ramallets alone.

Watch it, he's aiming... and goal!

- Haven't you finished yet? - Are we eating soon?

Yes, yes!

Del Sol to Puskás, Puskás to Del Sol, Del Sol to Di Stéfano...

Would you rather have meat or fish for dinner?

- Émile? - Fish.

If you'd chosen meat, what sort would you have wanted?

I don't know... veal.

If you'd have said beef rather than veal,

would you have gone for steak or roast?

Steak.

And if you'd said roast, would you have preferred it well done or rare?

Very rare.

Well, darling, you're out of luck

because my roast beef is rather overdone.

- Are you cross? - No, we're not arguing over that.

That's a shame. Because I'm really overwrought.

I went to see Gérardin. He's all right for Sunday.

Really?

He wasn't at first, but he came round in the end.

Excellent!

At the Parc des Princes at the beginning of the meeting.

Would you rather have boiled eggs?

- I'd love some, sweetheart. - On one condition.

- What? - I want a baby.

A baby.

Yes.

- All right then. - You're not joking, you want one too?

Yes, we'll have a baby as soon as we're married.

Let's get married then!

I'll send off for my birth certificate from Copenhagen right away.

- There's no hurry. - I don't understand.

If we had a baby, we'd get married straight away.

But that isn't the case.

I want to though.

Well, we'll see.

What did the bloke at the Lido say?

I didn't go.

Why not? The Lido is a really good place.

It's much better than Zodiac.

Why are you being so horrid?

What have I done now?

- Exactly. - Exactly what?

Can't you speak in a more pleasant tone?

- Like? - In a softer tone.

You're giving me earache.

I do speak softly.

No, you don't.

- I don't speak softly? - " I don't speak softly?"

You can't even pronounce your Rs.

I can.

Dreadful.

Why is it always women that suffer?

Women are, or woman is, the cause of the suffering.

You can say it either way.

Shut your face!

Or I'll slap it until you've no face left!

- I'm going to cook your egg. - Have you got this morning's paper?

I hate you.

- Here, you filthy communist. - Just drop it!

It's all right.

- I don't know whether to laugh or cry. - I think a woman crying looks ugly.

I'd say just the...opposite.

Agnes says a woman crying is beautiful.

Women who don't cry should be outlawed.

I think modern women are stupid,

trying to restrict... No, that's not right.

I think women who don't cry are stupid,

they're modern women trying to be men.

I've had enough of all of you. You can look after yourself.

- "All of you"? - You can cook your own meals!

What do you mean, "all of you"?

Don't think that you're the only man on the planet.

- Meaning what exactly? - I want a baby!

We've got plenty of time! I mean, what's all this about?

- What do you want? - I want a baby within 24 hours.

You're unbelievable! Take Anquetil during the Tour de France for instance.

His wife went to see him and his performance suffered.

- I have to be on form for Sunday. - Fine! I'm going out then.

"Fine, I'm going out then!" Perfect.

You think I'm mad, but I'm quite sane.

"You think I'm mad, but I'm quite sane."

- I'm flying to Copenhagen. - "I'm flying to Copenhagen."

- Fine, you do as you like. - "Fine, I do as you like."

I want a baby.

- "I..." But why all of a sudden? - Just because.

I asked you because I thought you loved me,

but you don't, so that's that.

I'll just ask anyone, the first man I bump into.

- I bet you don't. - I bet I do!

Go on then. It'll do you good.

Madame, police.

A terrorist bomb has gone off. Could we have a look around?

Émile!

Monsieur.

I see you read L'Humanité.

OK, carry on.

Goodbye.

I knew you wouldn't ask just anyone.

- Can I have my eggs? - Can I have a baby?

Just anyone.

- I'm going to call Alfred. - Alfred?

Alfred?

- Shall I do it? - You disgust me.

- You're a coward. - Fine.

I'll go.

ÉMILE BELIEVES ANGELA'S EVERY WORD

BECAUSE HE LOVES HER

AND ANGELA LEAVES HERSELF VULNERABLE

BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM

Perfect!

Is Alfred there?

Come up!

Come up!

Why?

Come up!

- So what did you tell him? - That I wanted a child.

- Poor sod. - I told him to come up.

- Did you buy any light bulbs? - I forgot. There are limits.

- And what exactly does that mean? - It means what it means.

You always side-step the question. What limits?

I'm doing exactly as you do.

It's a woman's prerogative to side-step the question.

Not a man's.

- And why is that? - Just because.

- Say something nice to me? - Would you leave me alone?

- Please. - Please indeed!

BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER

IT WILL ALL GO WRONG FOR ÉMILE AND ANGELA

WHO WRONGLY BELIEVE THAT THERE ARE NO LIMITS

TO THEIR RECIPROCAL AND EVERLASTING LOVE

Hello, Angela.

- What is it? - Émile has something to tell you.

- Not me, it's Angela. - No, it's Émile.

- No, it's Émile. - Absolutely not.

- "Absolutely not." - What is it then?

It's Émile.

Breathless is on telly and I don't want to miss it.

- So, Angela? - So, Émile?

So, Angela, Émile?

Here goes - would you give this young lady a baby?

- Is this a tragedy or a comedy? - You never know with women.

Will you come into the bathroom? Come on.

- If it bothers you, say so. - No, I'm delighted.

- Why are you doing this? - I don't know.

- Do you want me to stay? - Yes.

- Do you want me to go? - Yes.

You say yes to anything. Are you stupid?

Yes.

Jesus once said to Matthew, "Get off the tram and pump up my tyres."

She's taking us for a ride!

Anyway, I'm off to eat at Marcel's.

Me too. Bye, Angela.

Wait for me!

No, you're a pain.

Get lost, you bastards!

And me? What am I?

Haven't you gone yet?

Are you coming with him, or with me?

Men are as strange as women.

I'll go with whoever performs the most amazing feat.

- So? - Distasteful performances.

You're both horrid. You shouldn't mess with love.

- Stuff all women! - We're out of here.

I love you...

I love you!

What did you say, Angela?

I don't love you!

- That's fine! - Fine to dine!

Angela!

Émile!

"So long, Camille. Go back to your convent.

"All men are lying, false, swaggering, vain hypocrites.

"We are often deceived in love, often hurt, often unhappy.

"But we love. And with one foot in the grave,

"you turn to look back on your life,

"and say to yourself, ' I may have suffered,

" I may have been deceived, but I have loved.

"It is I who have lived, and not a fake me

"created by my pride and my fears."'

She exits.

STILL HAS NICE BREASTS

I'll be back.

Why do men always say, "I'll be back"?

- Because they're cowards. - And women are wicked.

- In that case, I'm going to sulk. - All right, fine. Sulk.

- I hope you notice that I'm sulking. - No, I'm not taking any notice.

What's the point of sulking then?

I'm not sulking, so that you'll want to stop sulking.

- Men always want the last word. - Women always play the victim.

- OK, I won't sulk any more. - My turn to sulk then!

- What shall we do? - I'll go to Zodiac with you.

If we're going to sleep together, I'd like to see you naked.

- Right? - Right.

Why? We could meet afterwards at Neptuna.

- They're showing Vera Cruz. - My pal Burt Lancaster is in it.

- We'll come to Zodiac with you. - No.

Yes. All the women naked!

- No. - Yes!

Cheri-Bibi will reveal

all the sensual delights of the Amazon.

- That's disgusting! - It's your friends' fault...

- When are you on? - In 15 minutes.

Look at Angela.

- Do you come here often? - No, not often.

- Do you like the show? - Yes.

- She's really hot. - That's real community spirit.

You disgust me!

In comedies and tragedies alike, at the end of Act Three,

the heroine hesitates, her fate uncertain.

Corneille and Molière called it suspens...ion.

Do you prefer pyjamas or a nightshirt, my darling?

Pyjamas.

No, I'll wear a nightshirt.

It's more practical.

- It's more practical! - What have you been up to?

What have I done now?

- The soap is all squidgy. - It's not at all squidgy.

It is squidgy. If I say that...

Anyway, it's like...

And next time...

- Do you agree? - Absolutely, my darling.

But I think that... you're a total fool...

You idiot! I'm not talking to you any more.

I'm not talking to you either.

So, we're not talking?

No, we're not talking.

- I've got a cold bottom. - Go to sleep.

I said, I've got a cold bottom.

I thought we weren't talking.

MONSTER

GET STUFFED

TORTURER

PERUVIAN MUMMIES

CON MAN

SARDINE

ALL WOMEN

TO THE STAKE

What is it?

I can't hear a thing.

- What is it? - Telephone, Madame Récamier.

I'm coming.

My heart's trembling, my hands are beating

No-one could possibly be quite as unhappy as me

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Hello?

Who's calling?

I'm calling.

- What do you mean "no kidding"? - Nothing, I just said no kidding.

I won't forgive you.

Yes, I forgive you.

What?

- Why did you...? - I didn't...

- You did... - What did I do?

...when I begged you for a baby.

I went...

Émile, I've just realised something. You get on my nerves!

- Something wrong? - She can go to hell!

Émile... Alfred...

I have an ugly face, but a pretty...

- Mme Récamiert? - What is it again?

- Telephone. - OK, I'm coming.

Hello? Hi, Alfred. Hang on!

Hello.

Yes, I am listening properly.

Right, well.

Something important has come up. Yes, tonight.

Tonight.

What do you mean "no kidding"?

Nothing, I just said "no kidding".

No, not straight away.

Because. Not straight away.

In half an hour then, at Marcel's.

OK. In half an hour at Marcel's.

What?

I said, "OK". Don't you understand French?

Le jour de gloire est arrivé

How are you?

- How's it going with Jules and Jim? - So, so.

Suzanne, everything all right?

- Actually, no. I wanted to see you. - What's this book?

Oh, yes, Shoot The Pianist.

I've seen the film. Aznavour is great!

I was sacked from Simca for giving out leaflets.

Is that why you called yesterday?

Yes, do you think Zodiac would take me on for a few days?

- Can't the Party help you? - They've kicked me out too.

- No kidding? - No.

They said I was up too late on Sundays to sell L'Humanité,

How much do you earn for your strip-tize?

- Striptease. - Strip-tize!

It's not English, it's American, I'm sure.

Would you feel awkward undressing in front of men?

- No, they're all creeps. - Indeed!

- How much do you earn? - 3,000 a day.

Great! Think they'll take me on?

You'll have to ask. Talk to Luciano or Bianchini.

He came by yesterday, he wants girls for Marseilles.

My friend Lola went to Marseilles and ended up in Buenos Aires!

See Luciano then.

I forgot to tell you - Émile asked me to keep an eye on you.

- What for? - In case you run off with Alfred.

- You and Alfred are over? - I miss him.

- I liked his shoulders. - I like Émile's knees.

- What are knees good for? - Squeezing tight!

Mr Luciano!

He watches girls getting out of the swimming pool.

- Good luck. - Thanks.

- I'm late. - Hi, Angela.

- Have you been here long? - No, only 27 years.

- What would you like? - A Dubonnet.

What shall we talk about?

I don't know. I'm scared.

I'm scared too.

I'm scared.

Were you surprised that I rang you this morning?

I'm not sure.

Were you pleased?

I'm not sure.

- So, what shall we talk about? - I don't know.

I'm trying to think of something.

There was a funny story in this morning's Paris Jour.

What?

A girl was in love with two men.

She sent them express letters arranging to meet them.

One at Gare du Nord and the other two hours later at Porte d'Italie.

She went to the letterbox and just after she'd posted the letters...

...she realised she'd put them in the wrong envelopes.

So the letter addressed to "My darling Paul,"

was in the envelope sent to Pierre and vice versa.

She was frantic. She rushed over to see the first bloke -

the letter hadn't arrived. The girl said to the bloke,

"You're going to receive a letter, take no notice of it."

He demands an explanation and she has to tell him the whole story.

So, he throws her out

when he hears that she's seeing someone else too.

So, the girl thinks,

"I've lost one, but I can keep the other."

She dashes across Paris to see the other bloke.

The letter had already arrived.

This bloke didn't seem at all angry.

The girl said, "You're lovely, you've forgiven me."

He was surprised, but says nothing. She tells him the story.

She thinks he wants to humiliate her before he really forgives her.

Suddenly, the second bloke throws her out

as he shows her the letter.

The girl discovered that she hadn't put them in the wrong envelopes after all.

And?

Nothing. The girl reminded me of you.

Me? No way!

I don't mean the actual story,

but... I don't know...her character. A girl who's always getting it wrong.

- No kidding. - Yes.

- Why are you looking at me like that? - Because I love you.

Yeah, right!

I do. I couldn't sleep last night.

I realised that.

- All by yourself? - Of course.

That's not true, is it?

- Does it bother you? - What, that it's not true?

Yes.

I don't know.

Yes, it's true.

I don't know what's true and what isn't.

I always get things wrong.

It's impossible to know.

Try telling me a lie.

- It's raining. - Now the truth.

It's sunny. What's the matter?

- Your expression didn't change. - So what?

It should change, because the truth and a lie aren't the same.

So what? You just have to know.

Well, you know.

But other people don't have to believe you.

And that's a shame.

That way it's every man for himself.

Well, people cope.

Yes, that's what's so sad.

Why don't you believe that I love you?

- Because I'd rather know for sure. - Me too.

- You're not sure? - I'm sure of myself, but not of you.

- That's all right then. - No, it's not all right.

It is, because it doesn't matter whether I love you or not.

- Take pity on two blind men! - Not me.

Oh, sorry.

- With these dark glasses on... - ...you can't see a thing.

- Bye! - Bye!

Who was that? I've not seen them before.

We were police informers together a couple of years ago.

The one in the blue coat is Albert - he's a good bloke.

Last year, he came up with a great idea.

He wrote to the pregnant women in the area saying,

"For 1,000 francs, I'll tell you if it's a boy or a girl.

"If I'm wrong, I'll give you a refund."

Obviously, he was right at least half the time.

It was a stroke of genius.

- I think it's disgusting. - There was nothing dishonest about it.

He was wrong half the time, so he gave refunds.

It still isn't right.

I think it's disgusting

to be with one bloke and to be thinking about another.

I think you should keep quiet if you don't know what you're talking about.

I know what I'm talking about. You're thinking about Émile.

No, I'm not.

What do I have to do to prove that I love you?

Have you got a 20 franc coin?

- Do you want me to put a record on? - Yes.

What shall I put on? Itsy Bitsy?

- No. Charles. - Aznavour?

Look at this photo.

What is this photo?

A photo.

You look so funny

You stand there and frown

And I want to laugh like a clown

The drink's gone to my head

All this booze I have had

Is to give me the guts

To tell you I'm sick of you

And your endless babble

And of your body I now tire

For you I no longer desire

I've had it, I tell you

You are wearing and overbearing

Your temper is vile and you never smile

You've gone too far by a mile

You know you've gone too far

At times, heck

I want to wring your neck!

How you've changed in five years

And let yourself go

You look great

With your wrinkled stockings

And your sloppy old dressing gown

And your hair curlers

How enticing!

I ask myself every day

What did I ever see in you?

How did I ever date you?

You ruined my whole life

Now you look just like your mother

So I'd rather be with another

You embarrass me in front of friends

And so this is why it ends

You are so poisonous and bitter

The mountains you could shatter

I struck gold the day I met you

If you'd shut up, could we be true? No

You've let yourself go

You are cold and nasty

You have no heart or soul, what a life

And yet I often think...

She is, after all, my wife

If you would only try

We could still get by

Lose weight, do some exercise

In the mirror, what do you see?

Not a face filled with glee

Do a body and heart makeover

Stop thinking that I hate you

Don't flee from me, be true

Please, try to be nice

Be once again that young girl

Who brought me so much happiness

And sometimes, like the old days

I wish that we could be

You let yourself go, let yourself go.

- Who's the girl? - Can't you tell?

Yes, I can tell.

I asked you a question and you haven't replied.

What question?

What do I have to do to prove I love you?

What could you do?

If I bang my head against a brick wall, would you believe me?

I don't know whether to say of course, or maybe.

I'll do it.

OK, I believe you.

It's half past one. I've got to dash.

Damn! 300 francs - I don't have enough.

- I've no money on me. - I've got an idea.

I'm going to ask you a question. Answer yes or no, OK?

- Shall we go? - I'm coming.

If you say yes, I owe you 10,000 francs.

And if you say no, you owe me 10,000 francs, OK?

Here's the question. Could you lend me 10,000 francs?

- No. - So, that's what you owe me.

I'll pay you back next week.

- Why don't you ever wait for me? - I have to make lunch.

Émile's lunch.

- Well? Émile's lunch? - I'm thinking.

Oh, come on, Angela!

If the blinds are down within five minutes,

that means I'm coming back.

- What if they're up? - I'm not coming back.

It'll mean that I've made up with Émile.

And that I'm happy.

I just want to be alone.

- What about this photo? - It's old news.

You could ask for a kiss to be forgiven.

Kiss me!

- I want a baby. - Don't start that again.

- I'm not, I'm carrying on. - Well, don't carry on!

- I'm not, I'm starting again. - You're insane!

- I want a baby. - You're being unreasonable.

You're being mean.

I don't like that tartan skirt on you.

Good. I'm not trying to please anybody.

- I want a baby. - Stop this madness.

- I'm going to Zodiac. - Go and strip off then. You disgust me.

Well, we can't live off your lousy income.

- You're such a coward. - I'd rather be a coward than a fool.

Why am I a fool for wanting a baby?

- Shut up, or I'll leave. - Where would you go?

I don't know. Mexico.

- You're mad. - No, you're mad.

I want a baby.

Excuse me, sorry to bother you.

Could you sleep with this young lady so she can have a baby?

It's not a good time. I'm a bit busy today.

- Hiya. - Hello.

Is Angela here?

She's on after Dominique.

- What would you like? - Is Angela on next?

- No, she's left. - Damn!

- Stupid old fool! - You're the fool!

HE IS

SO UNHAPPY

THAT HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN

It is quite unwittingly... that people commit injustices.

And are unfair and cruel.

Unwittingly... At least, that's how it seems.

And they are unfair and cruel.

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- I'd like to make a phone call - Sure.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Hello, sir.

This is Émile Récamier. Is Alfred Lubitsch there?

Tell him I'm leaving for Mexico.

Why Mexico?

It's not fair.

It's always when you're with someone that you're not with them.

And vice versa.

What do you mean?

I'm going to Mexico.

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I'm no angel

I can be a real devil

But men never complain

Because I am...

So...

Gorgeous

I don't know what to say.

Just tell the truth.

I was at Alfred's place.

- I slept with him. - I don't believe you.

I don't believe you, I don't believe you.

- I did. - Oh, my God. Why?

Because I want a baby and you don't.

- You're winding me up. - Might be.

Is this a tragedy or a comedy?

- Either way, it's a masterpiece. - He put on one of Aznavour's records.

You know, the one that makes me melt.

It starts like this...

No, it's...

No, no, it's...

But no, it's...

Please, Émile.

- Shall I turn the light out? - Yes.

- It's sad. - Yes, it's sad.

Forgive me, darling.

I'm not talking to you.

Can't you read? "If you don't love me, I'll still love you."

- What if you're pregnant? - I know, it'd be awful.

I've just had an idea.

Me too.

It's very simple.

- We won't know for... - Days if you are...

- Pregnant. - Just to be sure...

You're suggesting we try for a baby...

- So that I'm sure... - Either way...

...of being the father.

Let's go for it!

ONCE THE DEED WAS DONE

ANGELA TURNED ON THE LIGHT

Ouf!

Close call.

- Why are you laughing? - Because you are a...bad omen.

Me? Am I not a woman?

I am a woman.