All language subtitles for Weekend (1967) eng

A FILM ADRIFT IN THE COSMOS

It's your office. Ring mother after,
to check about the clinic

- I told you, I've done it
- She's misunderstood you, then

When Roland drives your father
home from the clinic...

...it would be nice if they both
died in an accident

A FILM FOUND ON A DUMP

- Did he get his brakes repaired?
- No, I managed to make him forget

Seven people were killed
at Evreux junction last Sunday

That would be lovely

But what will you do?

I'm not driving back with them;
I'll say I have a cough

What are you thinking?

Is Roland getting suspicious?
He gives me funny looks at times

No, I let him screw me sometimes,
so he thinks I love him

Don't phone here again,
it's dangerous

The row was someone hitting a bloke
who'd broken their headlamp

I thought he was dead, for a moment

Yes, it would have been nice
if it was her

No, the money first

Listen, I always say that
because I love you

I've got to go careful, after
the sleeping pills and the gas

She's stupid, but she'll catch on
sooner or later

The main thing is for her dad
to pop off

When Corinne's got the money
we'll settle her

Sure I love you

You're my splendid bitch,
you know that

Till Monday, then

When was it, then?

Tuesday... Tuesday after
the swimming-pool

- You said it was two days ago
- I was wrong

I know it was Tuesday because
I took the last pill on Wednesday

Anyway, I wasn't scared about it

Why should you be?
It wasn't the first time

Well, it wasn't like a women's
magazine romance

I don't know... his eyes were
so hard... his mouth, his words...

He started in the Mercedes

I told him I went for him, I wanted
more than just a quick screw

We ought to meet again somewhere;
cuddling in cars is dreary

I said to take me home and
I'd call him in the afternoon

I wanted to fuck,
but I'd rather wait

What did he say?

He talked about my body and
how I turned him on...

...and how it was vulgar and unkind

- Did you think of me, too?
- Of course I did

But he did drive you home

But we stopped in rue Molitor...

...and kissed for a long time
in the parking place

He had one hand between my legs,
the other grasping my neck

He stayed like that, without moving

And you?

I didn't move, either. I was cold

He guessed I wanted another drink,
so we drove to St. Lazare

All the caf�s were shut

He lives in rue Pasquier,
near St. Lazare

I was tired and very cold

I realize now I wasn't drunk at all

I wanted him to fuck me then -
anywhere, even in the lift

But I didn't say anything

His shoulder touched one of my breasts
when he shut the lift door

- Why?
- It just did

Monique came and opened the door

I was surprised; I thought she'd gone
to Spain with that designer, you know

I don't know

We saw them once in that cinema queue

I didn't know she was his wife

They've only been married two months

Well, what then?

Well, she opened the door

Paul took off his coat and asked
if there was a hot drink

Monique said there was only whisky
and some vile red wine

She started laughing

Suddenly Paul began to look annoyed

I burst into laughter, too

He looked at us, then said he'd go
and change his clothes

I went with Monique to her room.
Not bad. There was a fire

I took off my raincoat

Monique looked at me

She asked why I seemed to be
shivering...

...and if I was cold I could undress,
no need to feel embarrassed

Then she helped me

To do what?

Take off my skirt and pullover

I was in my bra and panties

I went to the fire. I had my back to
her, but I was sure she watched me

I asked why she said nothing.
She didn't reply, so I turned around

She was by the window, her back to me

She sensed my gaze. She took off her
dressing gown. She was naked

She asked if I thought her bottom
was too big; I said no

She turned around, parted her legs
and asked me to describe them

I said she had white thighs and her
bush was a black smudge above them

She called Paul

She came up behind me

Why?

To unhook my bra

Then Paul came in

Wearing pyjamas, the coat open.
He had a bottle of whisky

He made me drink

Then he told Monique to go on

- What was she doing?
- Fondling my breasts

And then?

Paul stripped off, too, and flaunted
his penis for me

He told Monique to take off my panties

He made me kneel and put my head
between Monique's legs

Now my back was turned to Paul

I remember that she parted
my buttocks...

...and he gazed at them all the time...

...then came closer and fingered them

The rest of the bottle was
poured over my back

I felt the liquid run between
my buttocks

Paul knelt and began to lick my arse

It wasn't unpleasant;
it was quite wonderful

I felt Monique's bush against
my neck...

...her hair mingling with my hair

While her husband
caressed my buttocks...

...she put my hands on her buttocks
and she fondled my breasts again

I felt her buttocks open to receive
my fingers, then close upon them

And you?

They wanted me to talk about it,
so that my sensations excited them

Only Gitanes? No American cigarettes?

In my jacket

None left

- Take a Gitane
- I can't bear them

Is that all?

After a while, Paul asked Monique
to change places with me

She kissed my bush while I helped
Paul fuck her from behind

And that was all?

Then we watched each other masturbate

Then Paul cried:
"To the kitchen, pussies!"

- What for?
- I'm telling you

On the fridge there was a dish
of milk for the cat

Monique said: "What will you bet me
to sit in the dish?"

"I bet you wouldn't dare", said Paul

She climbed on the sink, to be level
with the fridge, and sat in the dish

Never taking her eyes off us,
she ordered us to masturbate

Paul told me to stop just as I was
coming...

...and to climb up on the sink, too...

...and kneel in front of Monique

Then he took an egg from the fridge

I licked Monique's pussy, in the milk,
and he put the egg between my buttocks

When I came the egg broke and
ran down my legs

- Is this true, or a nightmare?
- I don't know

I adore you, Corinne.
Come and work me up

SATURDAY

10 A.M.

Hurry up, or the motorway will
be jammed

What make is this banger?

I know what it is,
it's a clapped-out Facel

As clapped-out as your wife

A clapped-out Facel!

A SCENE OF PARISIAN LIFE

Mama, they've damaged the Dauphine

- Particulars must be exchanged
- I'll kick your particulars!

Fancy some money? Shut up, then

Hey, 8805!

- See what you've done to my car?
- Your car's all right

The bumper's dented

Bumpers are made to be bumped

Just because your father-in-law
owns the block...

Just because you've got a dress
from Chez Dolores...

Give me the paint thing from the boot

Little bitch from No. 16!

Bastard! Shit-heap! Communist!

Go on, then, telephone to Oinville

If you drove faster,
we wouldn't be late

I'll drive the way I please

We must collect father from the
clinic; mother mustn't arrange it

They're a real drag

I know, but if papa dictates a new
will into his Japanese tape-recorder...

It wouldn't be valid

Maybe not, but don't risk losing
your winter holiday in Mexico

You might end up in clink

Of course not.
Don't worry, it'll work out

Then why have we been poisoning his
grub every Saturday for five years?

Ring and say the motorway's blocked
and we'll be late

See what happened to that Triumph?
If only it were papa and mama

You bourgeois turd!

You oik of a peasant!

THE CLASS STRUGGLE

You killed the man I love!
Why didn't you stay in your stable?

Why drive so fast?
This isn't St. Tropez

You can't bear us having money
while you haven't, can you?

You can't bear us screwing on
the Riviera, screwing at ski-resorts!

Can't bear us chucking cash around
all year while you can't!

And in spring we go to Greece,
where grotty peasants like you...

...are clapped into jail along
with their twitty tractors

No call to insult my tractor,
Mademoiselle

I bet you don't even own it

It belongs to a yukky union
or a crummy co-operative

Your foreign car!

Stolen, I bet!

The heir to the Robert factories gave
it to me because I screwed with him

You impotent lot are incapable
of screwing!

The government screws you
and your twat of a tractor!

Without me and my tractor
the French would starve

I don't care! Paul is dead!

- He had the right of way
- Don't you be so sure

He had the right

He was handsome, young, rich

He had the right over fat ones,
poor ones, old ones...

You shouldn't say that

You wretched great shit-heap, you!

You wretched little tart!

Your cut-price tractor!

It cost plenty for someone who
toils with his hands

And my Triumph? A write-off.
You don't give a damn, do you?

And now he's dead

You think you can shrug it off,
do you? Well, I say you won't!

Witnesses! We had right of way,
hadn't we?

Sorry, but we haven't time

You can't just go like that.
We're all brothers, as Marx said

Jews! Dirty Jews!

PHONY
GRAPH

Your short-cuts always waste time
and that means money

Don't get at me

When did civilization begin?

You're worried about it?

No, it's the landscape

Anyway, I don't understand

Didn't you hear what he said?
"We're all brothers, as Marx said"

It wasn't Marx. Another communist
said it. Jesus said it

Anyway, I agree with you

I don't care, even if it's true.
These aren't the Middle Ages

What's the time?

If I humped your wife and hurt her,
would you call that a scratch?

Run them down

Will it rain?

Certainly it will

No, the sun's coming

I say it'll rain

Can you give me a lift?

- To Mantes la Jolie?
- It's the other way

Then turn round

THE EXTERMINATING ANGEL

Help!

Silence! Even God has His police

If you've nothing to fear, prove it

Prove it!

Will you shut up?

Prove it how?

Well, we're married, we screw legally;
I bet that's not true of you two

That's it in a nutshell!

Tell me your name, Madame

Me? I'm Corinne Durand

Durand's your husband's name.
What's yours?

My maiden name? Corinne Dupont

Dupont is your father's name.
What's yours?

You see, you don't even know
who you are

Christianity is the refusal of self-
knowledge; it's the death of language

Are you going to keep your traps shut?

- And what is your name?
- Joseph Balsamo

Never heard of him

I'm not surprised, the way you look:
A Reader's Digest look

You remind me of those who wouldn't
move Andr� Breton when he was dead

Anyway, I'll explain

Joseph Balsamo is the son of God
and Alexandre Dumas

God's an old queer, as everyone knows

He fucked Dumas and I'm the result.
Thus: I am God

Yes, I'm God, because I'm lazy

That's not true, my love

Will you shut up?

You, too, Marie-Madeleine

She's nice, but she's not too bright

Look, shut up. Pack it in, will you?

She's nice; she understands
laziness

She understands about God, too.
She obeys me

What exactly are you up to?

I am here to inform these Modern Times
of the Grammatical Era's end...

...and the beginning of Flamboyance,
especially in cinema

I've had enough. I'm stopping

I'll make you a proposition. Take me
to London and I'll grant your wishes

Oh sure, you nit

Really, just look and see what's
under the dashboard

Oh shit, a miracle!

A rabbit

Anything you wish, if you'll
take me to London

A big Mercedes sports car?

An Yves St. Laurent evening dress?

A Miami Beach hotel?

Make me a blonde - a natural blonde

A squadron of Mirage IVs, like
the yids used to thrash the wogs

A weekend with James Bond

I'll go for that, too

Is that all you want?

You creeps, I'll give you nothing

Quick, a miracle, you swindler

What, for arseholes like you?

That'll do! Get out!

Out, you whore! I'll make you run!

Silence!

Vade retro. Go home

You see, the sun's come out

My Herm�s handbag!

FROM FRENCH REVOLUTION TO
GAULLIST WEEKENDS

Freedom is violence

Like crime

It seems to be the virtue of vice...

Is the knife under the pillow?

...desperately fighting
against slavery

No, in the shed

Freedom will kill herself in
the long struggle

Can the inconsistency of humanity
be conceived?

And the axe?

Can one believe that man ordered
society...

...in order to be happy and
reasonable?

Weary of wisdom, more like...

...nature's wisdom...

In the shed, too

...he wishes to be unhappy
and witless

I see nought but constitutions...

...steeped in gold, pride and blood...

...and nowhere do I see
the sweet humanity...

...and equable moderation...

...which ought to be the foundation
of the social treaty

SUNDAY

I cry into the void

STORY FOR MONDAY

The social treaty

SUNDAY

I cry into the void

STORY FOR MONDAY

I cry into the void.
I call you in the midst of night

Get a move on

Hallo, can you hear me?
Are you having good weather?

Even here, in the rain,
I breathe your air again

Here in the phone booth
I'm cooped for all to see

I imagine you in a bar
Looking out across the sea

Hallo, can you hear me?
How's Laurent, Jean-Luc and Joelle?

Do they still fish off the islands
At the spot we know so well?

There go the pips again.
They tot up every word

I'm doing all the talking.
Tell me what news you've heard

Tell me with whom you're dancing.
What lies behind your words?

Hallo, can you hear me?
Reply. Are your lips too slack?

Can't you speak any louder?
Will you be there if I call back?

I must be ringing off now.
People are waiting outside

Although I have been babbling
I've hardly said a word

Hallo, can you hear me?
They're getting impatient outside

In this world of dog eats dog
Who cares for a love that's died?

Is it a Porsche gearbox?

Can you take us to the nearest garage?

There's only room for your wife,
not you, too

- I can sit at the back
- No, you'll clobber my hood

You'll break it

Clear off, or I'll smash your face

But you said I could go with you

If you like, but not him

Hold him while I start up

Do you know if there's a garage
nearby?

Is Oinville that way?

These twits are dead

Here's someone

Do you come from these parts?

- Are you deaf?
- Are you blind?

Robbed in Los Angeles,
where one trades in dreams...

...I concealed the theft, committed
by an immigrant such as I...

...a reader of my poems...

...as I feared the deed might be
observed by... animals, let us say

- Thank you, Miss Bront�
- Not at all, love

Excuse me, but...

Which way is Oinville?

Poetical information or
physical information?

We only want to know
which way to Oinville

Physics does not yet exist, only
individual physical sciences, perhaps

What a rotten film, all we meet
are crazy people

It's your own fault.
Take it or leave it

Perhaps fate knows everything and
only appears to mishandle things

Hesitatingly, it gives seven years of
happiness, then takes back two

- Thank you, Emily
- Not at all, love

Mademoiselle, please!

- What is this?
- A pebble

THE LEWIS CARROLL WAY

Poor pebble

Ignored by architecture, sculpture,
mosaic and jewellery

It dates from the beginning of the
planet, perhaps even from another star

Warped by space, like the stigmata
of its terrible fall

It pre-dates man. And man has not
embodied it in his art or industry

He did not manufacture it
and thus decide its place

The pebble perpetuates nothing more
than its own memory

Obviously, minerals are neither
independent nor sensitive

That's why it takes much to stir them

The heat of a blowtorch, for instance,
or an electric arc...

...earthquakes, volcanoes
or aeons of time

Which way is Oinville?

And I ask you what this is

Grass

No. Poa nemoralis

Where's Oinville?

And what is that?

Chestnut

No. Castanea sativa

The start of a new day,
in the grey dawn...

...vultures will take wing
to far shores...

...flying soundlessly
in the name of order

- Thank you, Mademoiselle
- Not at all, love

We've been in an accident,
people are expecting us

And I beg you to help me solve
this problem

One. A kitten which likes fish
is a good pupil

Two. No tailless kitten is ready
to play with a gorilla

Three. Kittens with whiskers
always love fish

Four. No kitten fond of study
has green eyes

Five. No kitten with whiskers
has a tail

- What is the answer?
- No idea

And this one

One. No shark doubts that it is
well-armed

Two. A fish that cannot dance
the minuet is worthy of contempt

Three. Without three rows of teeth
a fish is not undoubtedly well-armed

Four. All fish except sharks
are kind to children

Five. No corpulent fish can dance
the minuet

Six. A fish with three rows of teeth
is unworthy of contempt

- What's the answer?
- No idea

Mademoiselle Emily, cease punishing
petty crime and big crime will die

Ponder that black night, in this vale
of tears and horror...

...but exterminate the big thieves
today...

...for it is from them that
the chill and the night come...

...from them stems this world
of horror

Be he black or white, I demand the
death of the crocodile, common killer

This isn't a novel, it's a film.
A film is life

Cover the flowers in flame,
stroke their hair, teach them to read...

It's rotten of us, isn't it? We've no
right to burn even a philosopher

Can't you see they're only
imaginary characters?

- Why is she crying, then?
- No idea. Let's go

We're little more than that ourselves

I said to myself: What's the good
of talking to them?

If they buy knowledge,
it's only to resell it

They want cheap knowledge
to sell at a profit

They want nothing which would
stand in the way of their victory

They don't want to be oppressed,
they want to oppress

They don't want progress,
they want to be first

They'll submit to anyone who promises
them they can make the laws

I wondered what I could say of them.
I decided it was that

A TUESDAY IN THE 100 YEARS WAR

We know nothing

We're totally ignorant of ourselves

We're as totally ignorant
of what this worm is

We're both enigmas

Anyone who denies it
is the most ignorant of all

Anyone who denies it
is the most ignorant of all

Look, trousers from Chez Eddy

- How many days has it been now?
- Today's Thursday

Your old man must have died by now;
Monday at the latest

Your mother will be furious with us

It's too bad, not fair

I bet the old bitch will have altered
his will. She won't share now

A little torture will change her mind

I remember a few tricks from when
I was a lieutenant in Algeria

Isn't that a lorry coming?

Quick, off with those trousers and
lie down in the middle of the road

Raise your knees! Open them wide,
you fool!

Are you going Oinville way?

We must help with his concert;
his helper's run off with a bird

There's music you listen to
and music you don't

Mozart you listen to

Just imagine the royalties
the poor man would get nowadays

Music you don't listen to is what's
called modern "serious" music

No one goes to the concerts.
Real modern music, paradoxically...

...is based on Mozart's harmonies,
you hear bits of Mozart...

...in Dario Moreno, the Beatles,
the Rolling Stones or whatever

Fundamentally Mozart's harmonies

Modern "serious" music looked
for others...

...resulting in what is probably
the biggest disaster in the history of art

I'll continue the sonata,
as all this bores you

No, it's best to start again

Extraordinary grace, isn't it? Just
think, when the poor man died...

...he was dumped into a pauper's
grave, like a dog

How sad, when you think of such
melodic tenderness

Do remember that all Vienna attended
his funeral, happily

A snowstorm drove them off, though.
They were a pack of dogs. Unfeeling

Where had I got to, my dear?
You ought to know

Don't think I play well, I'm no good

If you could have heard Schnabel.
He was my master. He's dead now

He was a pianist, I'm just crap.
You must excuse me playing like a pig

If only you'd heard him,
his extraordinary tone

He rarely tackled Mozart,
because he used to say:

Mozart's too easy for beginners and
children, too difficult for virtuosi

It's this bloody cigar that's
making me play wrong notes

A WEEK OF 4 THURSDAYS

Straight ahead

Your turn

A FRIDAY FAR FROM

What's this lot doing?

They're the Italian actors in
the co-production

A FRIDAY FAR FROM ROBINSON
AND MANTES LA JOLIE

Are you coming?

I've had enough

Are you in a film or in reality?

- In a film
- In a film? You lie too much

We'll find the way in the end

I've had enough,
I'm going to sleep or I'll die

Die, then

Got a light?

- There's a bird there
- What of it?

Is she your bird?

Help!

Are you going Oinville way?

Would you rather be screwed
by Mao or Johnson?

Johnson, of course

Drive on, Jean. He's a Fascist

To Oinville?

- Who struck first: Israel or Egypt?
- The bloody Egyptians

Pathetic ignoramus

Your turn

Your turn

- To Oinville?
- Yes, jump on

Just one mouthful

A little bit more

That piece exactly corresponded with
the fraction of the U.S.A. Budget...

...given to the Congo

Roland, help me

Monsieur, I'm hungry

Kiss me

Kiss me!

Pack it up!

I'm applying the law that the big oil
companies apply to Algeria

What law?

The law of a kiss and a kick
up the arse

WORLD 3

My black brother will utter
my thoughts

The optimism reigning today
in Africa...

...is not inspired by the forces of
nature at last benefiting Africans

Nor because the old oppressor is
behaving less inhumanely...

...and more benevolently

The optimism is the direct result
of revolutionary action...

...political and/or military
by the African masses

Recently, a large section
of humanity...

...was shaken to the core
by the outbreak of an ideology...

...Nazism, which brought a resurgence
of torture and genocide...

...from the distant past

The countries most immediately
threatened by Nazism...

...formed an alliance and pledged
to liberate occupied territory...

...and to break the back of Nazism...

...to destroy the evil at
its very source...

...and liquidate all such r�gimes

Africans must remember that
they also suffered a form of Nazism...

...exploitation, physical and
spiritual liquidation...

...deliberately executed

They must attack its French, English,
South African manifestations...

...and be just as ready to confront it
throughout all of Africa

We Africans declare that
for over a century...

...the lives of two hundred million
Africans have been held cheap...

...denied, perpetually haunted
by death

We must not trust in the goodwill
of the imperialists

We must arm ourselves with
resolution and militancy

Material development of material
resources will not liberate Africa

It is the African's hand and brain
which will set in motion...

...the dialectic of the
continent's liberation

Given those conditions, we may
allow ourselves to be optimistic

My Arab brother will speak for me

Now our hour of liberation is at
hand, you scrape the barrel...

...hoping to find non-violent,
pacific men...

...men hardened by suffering -
yet willing to pardon the outrage

That is not what I seek

I say a black's freedom is as
valuable as a white's freedom

I say that to gain his freedom,
a black has the right...

...to do everything that other men
have done to win their freedom

I say that you and I won't
win our freedom...

...by non-violence, patience
and love

We won't win it until we make
everyone realize...

...that it is our right to follow
the example...

...of all who sacrificed their life
and took the life of others...

...and that to win our freedom
we are ready to follow their example

We blacks are at war with
America and its friends

But we can't actually fight them...

...because we haven't enough arms
or the knowledge to use them

Furthermore, we are less in number

We have chosen guerrilla warfare
perforce

It is a tactic which is advantageous
and easy to conduct

We work at strategic points:
Factories, farms, homes of whites

It is easy...

...for us to sabotage and destroy,
often without firing a shot

We can destroy telephone lines,
railways, airfields...

...electric and electronic
installations

Western communities...

...depend on electronic systems;
they're paralysed without them

Town by town we will bring
the West to its knees...

...ruin it economically

We will also undertake
bloody acts of sabotage

It is not by accident that Viet Cong
guerrilla warfare impresses us

Our black brothers fighting
in Vietnam for white America...

...are gaining priceless lessons
in modern guerrilla techniques

They'll be useful when
they come back to our midst

Not only as fearless soldiers,
but as guerrilla teachers

Of course, weapons are essential
for bloody acts of sabotage

But all blacks have at home a rifle
or a revolver at least...

...and Molotov cocktails
are easy to make

Anyway, we have the means of
acquiring weapons

I'll say that, but I'll give no details

THE WEST

Civilization means
belonging to class society...

...a reality of contradictions

The development of productive forces
is linked to the exploitation...

...of man by man

Slavery, serfdom, wage-earning...

...these are the forms of servitude
characterizing civilization's epochs

Engels observed the steps
leading to class society...

...and inter-class relations...

...as beginning with the Greeks...

...and ending in industrial capitalism

When the three elements: Private
property, monogamy and the state...

...combined in one society,
it went from barbarism to civilization...

...and from a classless society
to a class society

To be precise: Morgan,
whom Engels drew upon...

...said man progressed from advanced
savagery to primitive barbarism...

...when clan developed into tribe

Mankind advances from
primitive barbarism...

...when individual tribes form
a confederation of tribes

It achieves the highest stage
of barbarism...

...when it passes from tribal
confederation to military democracy

In its "heroic" age...

...on the threshold of civilization,
of class society...

...mankind finds itself organized
in a military democracy

As with Greece of the heroes,
Rome of the "kings"...

...was a military democracy which
had developed from the gentes...

...phratries and tribes

Even though the patrician nobility
had gained some ground...

...even if the administrators were
slowly gaining privileges...

...that did not change the
fundamental constitutional character

The Greeks passed from tribe, to
confederation, to military democracy

To understand this evolution
one must understand its origin

The gens

Engels, after Morgan...

...assumed the American gens
to be the original form...

...and the Greco-Roman form
to be a derivation

He assumed that the Iroquois gens
and particularly the Seneca gens...

...to be the classic form of
this primitive gens

By the 19th century the Iroquois
had evolved a tribal confederation

Thus the Iroquois clarified
the early history of the West

However, according to Morgan and
Engels it was not the Iroquois...

...who represented the most advanced
organization of American Indians

The great pre-Columbian
civilizations...

...Inca, Maya, Aztec...

...had ended their independent
history...

...had paralleled the Greeks
at the end of their heroic age...

...and were about to change
into class societies

It's Oinville! Now for a bath!

It wasn't our fault we weren't here
when your father died

- What exactly did she say?
- She won't split fifty-fifty now

All that for nothing

- What's this book?
- It was loaned to me

"The hippopotamus lived on land,
but he went to the Lord of Animals...

"...and asked to be allowed to
live in water"

She's not getting away with it

"The Lord refused and
the hippopotamus asked why

"'Because you are a monstrous
creature', the Lord replied"

I'll sort her out

"'You'll eat all the fish"

"'I swear I won't eat one fish',
the hippopotamus replied

"'Who'd believe that of such
a monster? ' replied the Lord"

It just won't do, Roland

"The hippopotamus thought it over,
then said:

"'I'll offer a deal. Let me live in
the water. Whenever I shit...

"'... I'll fan it out with my tail
to show there are no fish bones'

"The Lord considered the deal
fair enough...

"...and the hippopotamus was allowed
to spend his days in the water"

...LIFE...

"The hippopotamus is quite
different by day

"Night cloaks its ugliness,
its bulging eyes, enormous mouth...

"...misshapen body, tiny legs
and ridiculous tail

"Maybe it's the acme of beauty
to a hippopotamus"

SCENE OF PROVINCIAL LIFE

"...reveals how abject is his
acceptance of collective life"

Roland, we must do something

A rabbit from Monsieur Flaubert

- Sixty-forty
- Out of the question

- Seventy-thirty
- Out of the question

- Eighty-twenty
- Out of the question

Be reasonable! Ninety-ten

Impossible! We'd only get
four million

- What shall we do?
- There's the Doctor Petiot method

The neighbours would see the smoke

The Doctor Tar and Professor Feather
method. Put her in the car boot

We'll find an accident on the way back
and set fire to the lot

- The perfect crime
- Happy ever after

With the millions

- I love you
- I love you, too

I've doused it in petrol

Wait for me, you bastard!

Is this the road to Versailles?

Yves, the car! Claude, the food!

The poppet and you two, over there!
Lie down, grandpa!

Hurry up, Yves!

Grandpa, lie down!

Pretty little spot

We've got money, I tell you

Listen, will you?

Are you crazy? I've got fifty
million in the bank, I tell you

Come with us
and we'll give you half

Found it, then?

What are you doing there, G�rald?

- Who's that?
- A friend

We fought in Ethiopia together

- What have we?
- Two middle-aged, one girl

That's for Ernest

You can fuck her before eating her,
if you like

SEINE ET OISE LIBERATION FRONT

Battleship Potemkin calling
The Searchers

This is The Searchers. I hear you,
Battleship Potemkin

It was under the Trocadero Bridge
in 1964

It was terribly cold, you remember

The famous winter of 1964

Alphonsine's hands were so cold...

...she'd grabbed my prick to warm
them and she was wanking me

It was so cold,
everything was frozen

Alphonsine said:
"What a huge prick you've got"

"You fool, I'm shitting", I said

The sweater

The skirt

The bra

The panties

It's ready

Lie down

The fish

AUGUST LIGHT

They're going

Go in thirty seconds

- Why disembowel him?
- It's best that way

It's horrible

The horror of the bourgeoisie can
only be overcome by more horror

All right, Mademoiselle Gide?

A touch of black would be nice, too

A little orange

Johnny Guitar calling G�sta Berling

This is G�sta Berling.
I hear you, Johnny Guitar. Over

OCTOBER LANGUAGE

I intend...

...to declaim in an unemotional voice...

...the following solemn, cold lines

Listen carefully to them...

...prepared for the painful effect
they must have...

...on your troubled imaginations

Do not believe that
I am at the point of death...

...for age is not yet branded
on my brow...

...spurn any comparison with
the dying swan...

...when its spirit flees...

...and see me only as a monster
whose face you happily cannot see...

...though it is less horrible
than its soul

However, I am not a criminal.
Enough said

Ancient ocean! At first sight of
you a deep sigh of sadness...

...like your sweet zephyrs...

...ruffles the troubled soul,
leaving indelible traces

Your admirers remember,
sometimes unwittingly...

...man's rude awakening to the pain
which has never since left him

Greetings, ancient ocean!

I suppose man believes in his beauty
only because he is vain...

...and he suspects that
he isn't really beautiful

Otherwise, why should he be
so contemptuous of a face like his own?

Greetings, ancient ocean!

Ocean, often I have asked myself
which is the easier to divine:

The depth of the ocean or
the depth of the human heart

I may say that despite the depth
of the ocean...

...it cannot be compared
in this respect with the depth...

...of the human heart

Psychology has much to learn.
Greetings, ancient ocean!

From your dark, mysterious depths
you pulse your waves...

...with all the coolness of
your eternal power

Your moral grandeur,
a reflection of infinity...

...is as immense as philosophy's
reflections, like love of women...

...like the divine beauty of a bird

Tell me, ancient ocean,
will you be my brother?

Ignorant of your secret destiny,
everything about you interests me

Are you the abode of
the Prince of Darkness?

Tell me, ocean; you must tell me...

...for I shall rejoice to know
that hell is so close to men

So once more I wish to greet you,
and bid my farewell

Ancient ocean, I lack the power
to continue, I feel the moment has come...

...to return to the brutal land of men

Let us make a supreme effort...

...and, conscious of our duty,
fulfil our destiny on this earth

Greetings, ancient ocean

All right?

- Let me stay with you
- Too late

Don't wait for me.
Good-bye, Val�rie

How happy I'd be if you knew

You, who I'm leaving tonight

That though it seems
everything's through

To others it seems it's all right

A smile, though the heart
may be torn

Pretend that it's not past mending

Write the last word, so forlorn

Just a novel with an unhappy ending

MISMATCH

When your foot slips on a frog,
you have a feeling of disgust

But when you as much as lightly graze
a human body your fingers fragment...

...like scales of mica
beneath hammer-blows

And just as a shark's heart
beats for an hour after death...

...so our guts throb
long after making love

I don't understand

Because of man's immense horror
of his fellows

Perhaps I may be wrong in this,
but perhaps I am right

There must be a malady
more terrible...

...than the swelling of eyes after
contemplating man's strange nature...

...but I still seek it

Well, Ernest?

Not bad

A mixture of pig and the leftovers
of the English tourists

Those from the Rolls?

There must be a bit of your husband, too

I'll have a bit more later, Ernest