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THE CHEATERS

- Of course, dad. I'm happy. - Are you?

- I'm overjoyed. - I guess that your nonsense is over.

- This degree is going to change my life. - Of course it will.

You really think so?

- Are you at a friend's place? - No, no. I'm in a cafe with Bernard.

- We just got the results - Check back soon.

- Hey! Have you drifted off? - No, no, dad. I'm listening.

I'm crazy about you.

- Coming? - Sure. Just a minute.

Are we waiting for Bob?

I'd be surprised. He hasn't been seeing any one these last few months

Are you on bad terms? What's with him?

Go with them. I'll try to persuade him.

My father wasn't surprised.

He's always been confident. He understands youth very well.

We have our little crises and then everything goes back to normal.

He cannot understand. But still, you deserve it.

I couldn't care less

Bernard! Bob! Ready to split?

Let's go out together. Maybe they'll buy us some drinks.

Come on! Let's celebrate our success.

This success of mine has burned me out.

Bernard! Bernard! Bernard!

Well? Go ahead!

Okay...

- Bye. - Bye.

Thanks all the same.

What do I have to do with anyone?

Lately, I feel so old.

It's a drag seeing people in love...

happy people.

Happy as I could have been.

"Oscar and Pete Blues"

You hear it everywhere lately.

Just four months ago, only a few of us knew it.

It was impossible to get the record.

We're waiting for it. It's coming in from New York and we don't get many.

- I'd like to listen to this one. - Right away, madam.

- Reserve one for me. - Certainly. It's Mr. Letellier, right?

Please follow me.

- Here's another one I'd like to hear. - Sorry but it will cost you 150 francs...

for listening.

Anybody can hang whatever they want on the wall.

A Picasso or Millet's Angelus. To each his own.

Those are the rules. Rules that our clients accept.

I don't. It's outrageous.

When such small outrages accumulate, great revolutions are born.

150 francs. Do I look like I have that kind of money?

Maybe this will help...

Go ahead and take it, miss. We've met the last patron of the arts.

Close your coat. The record is showing.

Are you for it or against?

Neither. I don't care. To each his own.

That's the kind of attitude I like.

You can buy me a drink.

Headquarters.

There are only friends here. No tourists coming to see the existentialists.

- Are you? - I was. But now I'm something else.

Hey.

- How's it going? - Fourth free game.

Scary! You're the best.

Came to France to study medicine but he discovered cinema.

Try to trip him up and you'll see.

Yasmed! "Halleluyah": which year?

1929.

And the first film by Pr�vert? What was it?

With his brother Pierre: "L'affaire est dans le sac".

- Perfect. Will a Calypso do as a reward? - Expensive?

Free of charge!

Special Edition! Now for sale, the Special Edition.

I don't like Belafonte and I haven't got a record-player.

Why then?

For kicks. It's fun.

- Never hear of that in the suburbs? - The suburbs?

Sure. On the Right Bank, in the best neighborhood.

Special Edition.

Beat it! Can't you see nobody wants one?

Special Edition.

What is that going to tell you?

Some old geezer makes a speech and another one answers? Who cares?

If their hydrogen thing goes off, you won't care about that either?

- I'd rather be taken by surprise. - It's bound to happen anyway.

It's a waste of time worrying about it in advance.

- Waiter... Two whiskies. - Yes, sir.

A patron of the arts, just as I said.

- What does your father do? - He owns a factory.

- Do you get on well? - Benevolent neutrality.

I study for my exams, he gives me bread. Leaves me alone.

You go along with everything, a party every Saturday, but you're no fool.

- Something like that? - Exactly.

Big words which don't mean anything.

A cozy life, studying.

And you feel life's hopeless.

You're all that way on the Right Bank with its high society morality.

Cheers anyway.

- And you? - Me? My father is an ass.

A shopkeeper in Nevers.

He cut me off when I dropped out.

- Why did you drop out? - I was sick and tired of it.

Believe me, work's demoralizing. It only leads to starvation.

- How do you live? Where do you live? - I live.

I crash at a friend�s place. In the Quartier, that's no problem.

- Well done. - Thanks.

And your mother doesn't send you any dough on the sly?

She ran off when I was six and I haven't seen her since.

It would be difficult for her...

Hey Peter! You've been under cover for 15 days.

- What's new with you? - Speeding through life at a crawl.

Bob.

- So you were in jail for smuggling? - I was skiing... as a guest.

- Was the snow good? - I didn't see any snow.

There was a club with this band playing all night from dusk till dawn.

No skiing during the day?

During the day, I was in bed. Not on my own.

- Showing my thanks for the invitation. - Peter?

I've got some Italian raincoats, You interested?

I'd have to see them. Who's that with Alain?

I don't know. His name is Bob.

- I'm also expecting shoes from Rome. - Set some aside for me. Size 38.

Fine.

Lend me some dough to pay for them?

- Have you slept with Alain? - I haven't, in fact. It's strange.

- Have you? - He hasn't asked.

Anyway, the idea never occurred to me.

- But that idea always occurs to you. - You're one to talk.

In my experience, intellectuals never make good lovers.

I must tell him about tonight.

God used to be dead. Now he's just indifferent.

May I interrupt?

My parents are away

so we're meeting at ten at my house. Interested?

You may come, too.

You'll see, I am a very friendly hostess.

What a smile. Who is she?

Clo. Comes straight from the Crusades.

Huge sexual appetite.

Count of Vaudr�mont's daughter. An uncle in the Academy.

Totally crazy, but perfect.

I've got to go. A friend is waiting for me at home.

- Can you lend me 500 francs? - Sure.

Trocadero tobacconist's at 9.

�tienne! The sandwich of jubilant days!

- Anything? - Nothing much.

Me neither.

- We might as well have a drink. - You're right.

Good bye.

Leaving already, Muriel?

Yeah. Mom thinks I'm at Laure's.

- Pocket prowling? - You've got to live.

Don't bother. They've hidden everything.

Take a shower. You'll feel better.

- I want to know whose house I'm at. - I don't know. Some guy drove me here.

- Is there a bathroom? - There are three. I'll take him.

- I don't need your help! - Sorry. I misunderstood.

Through there.

- Whose house is this? - Come now. You'll be all right.

She's right. No profit is too small.

Not very lively here.

Yeah, it's dead tired.

- You've drunk all the whisky? - No... there's plenty.

When it comes to drinks, Clo's a tightwad.

The worst!

- She's not good for bopping though. - Let's show her.

The only freedom is in satisfying their instincts.

As for the society of which you speak, it has committed suicide. Good thing.

To each his own poison.

By the way, where am I going to sleep tonight?

Guy, like you, has his parents.

Doudoune will be tied up.

Oh... Daniel...

But he does have his diplomat's son

Twelve big bottles of lemon juice.

- Okay... - And when are you going to get it?

Tomorrow morning. Tonight I'm headed back to Fontainebleau.

O.K. I'll have the dough for you tomorrow evening.

Do you really have to go back?

Sorry Danny. Not tonight. It's better.

- Are you bothered? - No. But I prefer girls.

Me too. But I don't have any prejudices.

So long!

What? He's leaving!

Hey, Daniel!

- But you're not... - What if I am?

Now she'll put on some Blues, Right on schedule.

What did I tell you? And in five minutes, she'll disappear.

Don't be jealous. Nobody's forcing you to stay alone.

If it would help, I will. But aren't you a little scared?

Freedom demands sacrifices.

Not that I'm used to asking.

First, you're not my type. Second, I am faithful.

You'd like to make me to applaud this ugly bourgeois sentiment?

- Care to dance? - Why not?

You dance well... as I was sure you would.

Want to continue?

You know very well I don't.

What do you want?

Speak up.

The same as you.

Me? I want to dance.

Stop playing around. Where is your room?

Come on.

You could come to my place if you want.

I have the key to the maid's chamber.

- I don't remember your name. - Marie-Claire.

Watch your step. They're all over the floor.

I told you no. I don't want to.

Dirty trick. You should have said so before.

Half-virgins get on my nerves. It's here.

Excuse us.

I can say nothing else. It's Mic, my best friend.

I think the bathroom's busy, too.

It can be quite complicated to be the host.

Always the same hiding place.

Come in.

This is your parents' bedroom?

- Does that intimidate you? - Why would it?

Close the door.

Lock it.

You're tall.

You've got great hands.

- Where do you want to...? - No. Don't say anything else.

If we talk about it first, the shock will be less intense.

Kiss me.

Done! I got the car roof.

Come inside, Gerard. You'll catch a cold.

Cut it out! I already have a mother to pester me!

Go get me a drink. I'm thirsty.

I was arrested because of my long hair.

They told me "Cut it and you won't be arrested."

You must join the Party in protest. Like me.

- Are you political? - You're nuts!

I only want to annoy my father.

- It's water, not whisky. - You've had enough to drink.

- Guardian angels piss me off. - Bravo!

This is going to get ugly.

If I want to drink, I'll drink.

If that's all you want, it's over.

As usual. It always ends this way.

- Let's trash the place! - No. Not this time.

Happy?

No trashing this place, It's the only place

in Paris where we can drink our fill.

So what?

- Want me to make you understand? - Try!

Hurry! Come on! You have to do something!

Hurry! He's going to fall!

Well, the trouble is that, actually, I'm sick of it all.

The Quartier... the parties...

I'm almost 24... This has gone on far too long.

- Only... - Only what?

Only, I make the most of it anyway.

The whole thing!

Because each day that goes by is one day won over my life to come.

Well, the 15 minutes of lucidity are over.

I'm going to join the others. Coming?

In a bit.

My parents' bathroom is across the way.

Thank you.

And how did they react?

My parents?

At first, my father's reaction was horrible.

But he gave in.

What else could he do? Throw me out?

What would people say?

Now he's waiting for me to calm down.

He knows that, because of my mother, I'll never cause a scandal.

She's a wonderful woman. From a totally different time.

She never sees evil anwhere. She's always completely trusted me.

Do you usually give rise to sentimentality or am I getting old?

I don't know.

Whatever the cause, thanks...

...for everything.

I tried to pet him and he ran off.

Now he can't get down.

He doesn't dare jump.

- Cats don't die when they fall. - From the seventh floor? You wish.

Oh! It's the cook's cat. She adores him.

- We can't just leave it up there. - Right. You better go fetch it.

What? Don't you have the guts?

- Dare me? - Dare!

- No, Alain. It's too dangerous. - Yes! To live dangerously.

Oh excuse me.

No problem. I'm finished.

Seems you're stalking me. That was you with Clo just now.

Yeah.

Ah... that was you in her room.

- You two found a place? - Yeah. Don't worry.

For months, I've been telling Clo to ask her mother to change perfume.

Well, it'll do. No profit is too small.

Clo told me you're her best friend.

We're inseparable.

We like the same clubs, the same records, the same guys...

- Doesn't that cause any trouble? - Why would it?

One wonders!

You still haven't gotten over your hang-ups.

- Think so? - I'm sure.

- Where are you from? - The suburbs.

So I see.

- And what's your name? - Bob. You're Mic, I know.

- Do you live with your folks? - Do I look like I do?

No.

- Who brought you over here? - Alain.

- A great guy. - Swell.

- Cut it out. - You look much better with it mussed!

There. Look.

You even look handsome.

Too bad we've met each other too late.

- I think so too. - Mind you...

We still had a good time. We can't complain.

- Doesn't it make you feel hungry? - Yeah.

Then come along.

He's got it.

Nice work.

- Watch out for the corner! - Hold onto the wall!

Is there anything to eat?

- It's not going to work! - Drop the cat! It's no use!

He's going to fall.

Hold on. Pass me the cat.

They're both going to fall.

- Very agile. - He's a jock.

Nice.

How was it?

Not bad at all.

Come around.

- See you around. - Take care.

Victor?

- Got your car? Can you drop me? - Sure.

See you tomorrow.

Poor kitty. What a scare. Let's give him some milk.

So... am I a wuss?

- No. You're the man. - And then some. I hate cats.

- Thanks. - Should I wait?

No need. See you tonight.

Hey, Mic! How's it going?

Okay. Is my brother here?

- In the workshop. He'll be right out. - Fine. I'll wait.

Hello? I'd like to speak to Bob. It's Mic.

Hello, Bob? How are you?

Mic? Are you okay? Nice of you to call.

Yes, I had a free moment. I'm calling from my brother's garage.

He's away, so I'm bored.

That's why I'm calling you.

- Am I bothering you? - Yes, a bit. I'm in the middle of work.

I won't be done until tomorrow.

Oh, Bob! What a beautiful car!

Huh? What's that?

Exactly the kind I like. Oh, it's beautiful.

I'll let you go so I can go look at it more closely.

If you have a moment, come by and see me some time. I'm always around.

132 Rue des Maires, 5th floor.

I can't promise anything. We'll see. Until then.

- Take care. - Take care.

I really like it. These cars are amazing.

When I was young, girls were interested in dresses.

- Sure. But then there were two wars. - True.

- How fast does it go? - Oh... 180 or 190.

- And the cost...? - Around 600,000 francs.

And someone will buy it! 600,000 francs...

A real bargain.

Shall I wrap it up or will you eat it right now?

It's kind of you to come see me. I'm doing just fine. Thanks.

Well, what do you know... you didn't go to bed early, did you?

Not really, no.

That's what happens when you work too much. You look worn out.

Don't start.

Don't be a grouch. How much do you want?

- 20. - 20,000?

You're nuts. Where would I get that?

Then 15.

Not 15, not 10, not 5.

Do you know how much I make? Besides, it's the end of the month.

- It nothing serious at least? What is it? - For my room.

I swear. I can't.

Don't worry. I'll figure it out.

This is all I can do. See if that can tide you over for today.

- It's a great car! - Give in. Buy it.

I can't wait to see your face when I do buy it.

- What would you do? - Seeing how you got the money...

...I'd slap your face!

It's not so much, but say thanks, anyway.

Thanks. This will pay for my taxi home.

Lynne?

How much do you hate working?

Oh... I wouldn't say I enjoy it, but I don't see any other solution.

So I compensate in other ways.

We used to get along.

Living at a stranger's!

- Is this room so nice? - It's a dump, but it suits me fine.

A dump? And for that you have to pay 20,000 francs?

She has to make a living. She sank all her money in State bonds.

So will you give it to me or not?

I told you I can't.

I've got to pay my taxes. And a bill, tomorrow.

I don't know how I'm going to get through.

- And what do I do? - Do as Roger and I do: work!

Work like you? And not even have 20,000.

You're incredible. If your poor father...

He did nothing but work and he died in 1939.

- He was a hero? All right. - Michelle!

Roger joining the army at 19. He was a hero? All right.

And you... at your age... you're the heroine of shop keeping. Right?

I forbid you to speak to me in that tone!

I would like to know the price of the little lamp in the window.

- This one? - No. The one behind.

I can't see. Perhaps you could show me.

Aren't you going to scold me?

Why? When I don't see you, what am I do? Get mad?

What?

Every time you come, I find money missing from my till.

Today I'm too preoccupied. I can't...

Don't cry, mom.

I always seem to upset you but I can't help it.

If only you'd only come live here, Michelle.

No, mom. Don't insist.

I wouldn't bother you.

Your friends could come to see you.

They wouldn't come.

You'd scare them off by being too sweet.

And at your place, it's too cozy.

Yeah... Enjoy it while you can.

Music, alcohol, girls, speed...

And without suffering.

- Some Gillespie. - No. Leave what's already on.

- Why? - Yeah. Listening to it chills me out.

Don't move. I was comfortable.

He's right. It's a kind of hypnosis. It lets you space out.

Or more precisely... space out a little farther.

How far?

Until you off yourself and can't space out any farther.

- Isn't that so, Mic? - Sure.

On that day, our troubles are over.

Sure... troubles: like happiness, like money,

in their pure form, they don't exist.

Come in.

Who's here?

My brother.

Oh, shit!

- My family's enough for me, thanks. - Hey-ho. Let's split.

See you.

Bye.

- Ciao! - See you tonight!

Would you stop bothering my little dog!

See you around, lady!

Your brother clearly shows that we should take more interest in the working class.

Hey! Wait for me!

Do they think I'm a cop or what?

Seeing a moldy fig gave them a shock.

A what?

A moldy fig. Anybody between 30 and 40.

It's always the same. And the negro music as soon as they wake up.

- How is your tenant? Same type? - Worse. What's more, she's dirty.

What is it?

On the phone, mom was upset.

You had an argument this morning?

No. She just wouldn't give me any money... like you.

She wants me to live with her. That's out of the question.

It's clear as a bell that it's not easy to live with her.

That's why I live in a hotel.

Say... since I'm here...

how about explaining?

- What? - All of this.

You and your gang of young idiots.

You wouldn't understand.

Anyway, I don't think it can be explained.

Yeah, easy. Prodigious laziness.

- You think that's it? - Maybe... maybe not...

It's part of it.

That's funny! It's like you were never young at all.

Know what? I didn't have time.

In the jungle, in Indochina, we weren't studying.

When you came back you had no trade but you were courageous, etc., etc.

I think you're a little bitch.

Besides, it wasn't so hard for you. You've always loved cars.

Cars were the only thing I knew about... jeeps.

That's nice. What is it?

Mulligan.

Listen, Mic. Some young people study

and make something of themselves.

Those who haven't figured it out yet.

Figured out what? You had your first degree

and then you dropped out. Why?

You could have been a school teacher, a professor...

And teach the kids things I no longer believe in?

I don't believe in anything any more.

At your age?

At my age, I have eyes to see what's happening around me...

and to read the newspaper.

The others read, too... but in the subway in the morning.

You've got a nice view.

- Be nice. I'm expecting someone. - I won't bother you.

You can reassure mom. You see I have a bed, a heater...

- As for the rest... - As for the rest,

except for money, if you need me, you know where to find me.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Bob. My brother. - How do you do.

He's not in disguise, this one.

You wouldn't be a student by any chance?

- Uh... yes. - Scram.

Family! What a pain!

You're out of luck. They all split when Roger showed up.

- Who was here? - Clo, Guy, Alain...

Too bad. I really wanted to see him.

He's probably at Bona's if you want to go.

I was about to go out, anyway.

I can drop you wherever want. I have a scooter.

Oh... there's no rush.

Have any good records?

Have a look.

- You have the new Jay and Kai. - Want to put it on?

I don't think so.

Chet... Mulligan...

The Messengers.

All very impressive.

Bob?

Suicide? Are you for it or against?

Whatever. It's not for me.

Why?

Oh, nothing. Alain was talking about it.

I said I was for it to please him.

But I couldn't kill myself. I feel too good in my own skin.

What on earth is going on?

It's the old woman walking her dog.

- What did you choose? - The Platters.

They're out of style... like your hair... as I've already told you.

Let me do it!

Stop! I don't like suburban guys!

- I bet you'll change your mind. - Bob!

Bob, I'm slipping!

- Where are you going? - The Champs-Elys�es. Do you mind?

If I did, I wouldn't go.

Show me how fast this thing will go.

- Terrific! You ran two red lights. - I almost crashed into a bus.

A souvenir, ladies and gents? No commitment.

- I never commit to anything. - I wonder who buys them.

Some people are sentimental.

- I want to see if my record has arrived. - Fine. I'll go on.

It's thanks to this record that I met you.

- You're not going to get soft, are you? - Soft? I don't see why I should.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

Your maid's room is free tonight?

- We're using it. - Good for you! Too bad!

I can't drop by. I'm leaving Paris in two minutes.

No. A terrific ploy that just flunked.

- Hey Peter. - I'm on the phone.

I'm going away until things cools down. The car is in front of the door.

- Can I crash at your place? - Shit.

- What? - "Shit, yeah" or "shit, no"?

Shit, yeah. No, I wasn't talking to you.

Don't go without leaving me the key.

Every setup takes time. Your landlady's mad at you?

Pretty much, yeah.

Are you leaving?

Yes. Want to take advantage of my scooter?

- Yes. - Bye.

- On second thought, it's too early. - All right. Bye.

Mom won't let you stay out past midnight?

No, I've got work to do. Stuff to do for tomorrow.

The future elite has a sense of duty! Vive la France!

He's not a fast learner, is he? I'm trying to provide a good example.

You slept with him?

He wouldn't confide everything in you, would he?

On the Right Bank, they're rather cautious about their effusions.

Well?

Well, yes. What does it matter?

- Peter? A dance? - No time.

He's giving me a roof for the night.

If anyone calls in the morning, play dead.

Why's that?

The concierge warned me: somebody's out to get me this month, I'm out.

- Who says so? Tell me. - Better you didn't know.

If you're tortured, you can honestly play the innocent.

If you're scared, don't go.

- This seems pretty serious. - There's no future for me if I stay.

- And for me? - You have nothing to fear.

They won't force open the door, ...or, at least, I don't think so.

Keep quiet until tonight and come find the rest...

at 10 p.m. at la Pergola. H. Felix.

It's really something.

- And you don't know what it's about? - No idea.

I don't know how much money there is.

Let me see it again.

"Keep quiet until tonight".

"Come find the rest at 10 p.m. at la Pergola."

Who could this Mr. Felix be?

And if the bills are counterfeit?

- Or if it's a joke? - Unthinkable.

I've already spent 50 francs.

It's really intriguing I must admit. But it's fishy.

I knew that you'd wimp out.

A bourgeois bohemian. All talk.

When it comes to action, nothing.

You're killing me. Why don't you go yourself?

Because I'm busy at ten

and since I don't care about dough, what I already got is enough.

- The rest? You'll leave it to us? - I'll leave it to you.

Have you forgotten about Peter? The money belongs to him.

But he's not here and we're not going to lose it, are we?

I'll go.

This one's a real mother.

Right on track, like the car I'm going to buy.

The car I told you about. The one I've been dreaming about it since I saw it.

- What is it? - A Jag, two-seater. Awesome!

And it will drive my brother crazy.

- Isn't that a bit much? - Why?

- You don't know what you're getting into. - That's what excites me.

Telephone!

Just wait. I'll pay for it, too.

Hello? Oh! You don't say!

Your Right Bank guys don't like taking risks.

We don't like sports cars.

Since you prefer driving daddy's car?

I've got work to do then.

No, no, no. I have a terribly important meeting.

Sure, at eleven.

Fine. At the disco, if you want.

Okay. Hugs.

- You're going to let her go by herself? - She can see whoever she likes.

No. I'm talking about the appointment at 10.

Of course I'll be going.

I knew you�d want to be in on this. It's too much fun.

I'll get my Jag!

We don't know what he wants in exchange for the dough.

We don't know what we'll say to him.

And we don't even know how we'll be able to recognize Felix.

How are we going to find him?

Let's have a look upstairs.

- Do you know a Mr. Felix? - Felix? No, I think not.

- Are you nervous? - Me? I'm alive.

But let me do the talking like you promised me.

So afraid I'll screw up?

So who is he?

We'll know in two minutes. Wait for me here.

- Where are you going...? - Watch and learn.

Mr. Felix is wanted on the phone.

- There's something in there! - Unbelievable, huh?

Mr. Felix is wanted on the phone!

Hello. We've come on behalf of Peter.

Is he afraid or ashamed?

Are you up to date on the situation?

- If we weren't, we wouldn't be here. - Sure.

And you agree with his position?

Of course, we're here on his behalf.

- Want something to drink? - Two whiskies!

So, where are we?

I was in favor of pressing charges.

But you-know-who prefers to negotiate.

He is absolutely right.

Extremely honorable, isn't it?

Honorability doesn't matter in our times, only efficiency does.

I have brought the money.

It was the only thing to do.

200,000 this morning and here is the rest.

That seems a little low.

300,000. That was the price demanded by your friend.

- That was at the beginning. - He's thought it over since.

He was wrong. You can tell him.

This time, if he gets in trouble...

he'll have only himself to blame.

You-know-who might prefer further negotiations.

Under the circumstances, I'm prepared to name Peter's final price:

630,000.

- 630,000? - Exactly.

Today. And tomorrow how much will it be?

The same, I assure you.

- Word of honor? - Take it or leave it.

Miss, if I were in charge, first I'd slap your face

and tonight you'd sleep in jail.

Since the gentleman feels that way, we'd better go.

We'd better see Peter right away and fill him in.

As you can imagine, he's not about to keep all of this quiet.

I don't know... I'm sorry but I...

Your loss.

Hold on.

Call me tomorrow at my office around 6.

I'll have talked to the person in question.

But I don't think that...

Oh yes he will. He'll understand where his interest lies, you'll see.

You could thank us for being kind enough to give you 24 hours.

- Did you get what's going on? - No, but who cares?

Did you see his face?

Let's talk outside or else I'm going to faint.

- What I don't understand is why 630,000? - Listen!

600,000 for the Jag, 20,000 for the room...

- And the other 10,000? - For the gas I'll need.

How low can you go!

- I didn't expect you to be so cheeky. - Well... now you know.

Oh, no! You have a date.

- How do you know? - I heard you on the phone.

I'll be late.

If we go to the Huchette, the Kentucky or

the 3 Maillets, we'll be seen by everybody.

- Would that bother you? - No. But sometimes they're too much.

- You have any ideas? - Sure. There's a club where I used to go.

But it's in the suburbs. Do you mind?

I won't be there long anyway. Where is it?

On the Champs-Elys�es.

Your Jag, your Jag.

Happiness comes at a very high price.

Imagine yourself speeding with the brakes failing.

I wouldn't mind dying like Dean, young at full speed.

- Who's that? - A friend.

- And the girl? - His fianc�e.

She must lay back with real class.

- I don't think she does. - She should.

At her age, being a virgin is unhealthy.

- So snobby, this place of yours. - Do you want to leave?

The music is good.

They're fine! So those were your friends?

- They were. - Well... you've come a long way.

So romantic! They must be making plans for the future.

I love you Bob. With all of my young girl's heart.

As soon as I saw you, I knew that you were the only one for me.

You can't fight this sort of thing.

- Pretty good, huh? - Perfect. Go on.

I want to be your wife.

I'll be waiting for you in the evenings at home, raising our children.

It won't always be easy.

But there will be exquisite moments.

Sunday outings in our economy car.

- You're not sentimental, Bob? - Not really.

Well, I'll phrase it differently. Shall we stay together tonight?

- That guy's waiting for you at the disco. - Let him die!

With Felix, you were amazing and it made me want you.

Well... I won't begrudge you that.

- Where should we go? - My place.

The old lady sleeps like a log. She never hears anything.

They still dance the cha-cha.

Come on. Your friends are depressing.

- Like before, at La Pergola... right. - Again?

- At 10 then? - No. Better make it 11.

- Don't forget the letters! - The letters?

For our little exchange. Are you kidding?

Um... of course, I'll bring them.

We'll make the swap ...and I'll...

Well, we've had it!

It's better anyway. It felt wrong.

600,000 cash feels wrong to you?

Have you finished your call?

- Poor Mic. She'll be crushed. - Aren't you going to get the dough?

What about he letters he's asking for? Am I supposed to forge them?

There's no need.

You do have them?

Since yesterday morning.

Peter called me in a panic. He asked me to burn them.

And you sent me to the bar knowing that?

Before letting you in on it, I had to see what you were made of.

You're used to exams, aren't you?

Hello. Have you seen to Clo?

No. Beat it, sweetie, we're talking.

- Sam! Buy me a Coke? - Sure! Sit down.

- So what is it? Blackmail? - Black as can be.

- �tienne, another round. - Coming!

A diplomat's wife. The usual at first.

Official rate. One hour of relaxation,

- 5,000 for Peter. - Not bad!

Then came that glandular disorder called love.

Little gifts. Inviting Peter to come skiing so to speak.

Peter comes back, she stays.

And the cunt writes letters.

Unusual insights into the sexual behavior of the upper middle class.

- See you. - See you.

It was all going ahead as planned, as you know.

But Peter thinks he's screwed something up, chickens out, leaves...

and Mic gets her Jaguar. Job done.

The whole thing's rather disgusting, isn't it?

Or the height of morality! Justice! Divine punishment.

"The price of adultery". "the wages of sin",

"the jag of scandal"!

- You look in fine form! - Don't laugh!

They can never pay enough for their medieval nonsense:

Love, fidelity, deception.

- We're way beyond that, aren't we? - You bet!

- Keeping someone else all to oneself. - Delusional!

- We stand for freedom in all its forms. - Especially sexual.

- You don't seem to agree. - Who do you take me for?

I wonder.

So... if I told you that I want to bed Mic, you wouldn't mind.

- Why would he? Are they together? - Not at all.

So?

So? I'd say it's your problem.

- Want me to tell Mic? - Sure, if Bob doesn't mind...

Are you kidding? What does it matter to me?

We�re just friends. Everyone's free.

Guys! Great news!

- You'll go together? - I'll see.

See you at the cinematheque for the 8 o'clock screening.

Funny, huh? Mic? Thought about her yesterday night.

I'm not the cerebral type though.

I went to the disco, but no one had seen her. She didn't go?

I don't know. I left her at la Pergola.

- You're sure you don't mind? - I couldn't care less.

If she likes you and she wants to, give her a try, you'll see.

- Alain. Have you heard the news? - What? They went to the moon?

Much better! Gillespie�s coming to the Olympia.

Imagine women offing themselves because of him.

He was a good tango dancer.

- Simpler times. - Dean may go out of fashion, too.

Dean out of fashion? Are you crazy?

I'm not chickening out, Mic. I'm just disgusted.

- Aren't you coming in? - I don't care about Valentino.

I don't like men who keep their hair so neatly groomed.

- Talking about me? - Exactly.

Give me the letters. I'll go alone.

- Give them to me. - No, Mic. It's too disgusting.

But a 50 year-old woman fucking a 23 year-old guy isn't?

- Yeah, but... - Well, that's the price of youth.

And it's never too expensive if you really want it.

She's rich. She can pay? Let her pay.

- Listen. I've read the letters. - And they touched you.

- Maybe. - And you felt sorry for that woman

who's your mother's age, from the same background, with as much money.

Do they play bridge together? Did you have tea at her place?

- Stop pretending to be so tough. - Me?

I'm not acting any more.

I want that car. I can have it and I will.

- But not this way. - I have no other choice.

Because everything's messed up,

and old women lay young guys,

some can afford such cars but not me.

Your mother has got dough, mine hasn't.

So your pity, your scruples...

No! They're too costly for this part of town.

- When did it start? - Ten minutes ago.

- Stop the nonsense. Give me the letters. - No.

I won't let you do it.

Bourgeois bohemian!

Rich boys who think they're up to date.

You're all the same. You always end up showing your true self.

No guts. A bunch of choirboys, nothing more!

You sound like Alain.

He's right. Because the two of us are on the same side.

- Because Alain is like me. - Well, go to him then!

That's just what he wants. He told me tonight.

Alain?

Yes, Alain.

And if that's what you want, go! I wish you pleasure.

Thanks.

You can relax. I don't give a damn.

I hope so.

The letters. Hand them over!

I destroyed them.

- It's not true, is it? - I burned them.

Up in smoke with the beautiful car.

- You prick! I'll make you pay! - Mic, listen!

Let go of me! You disgust me! You bourgeois asshole!

- He burned them, the pig. - 600,000.

It is a pity. A Jaguar is a nice tool for a girl.

You're the one who insisted that he come to La Pergola. You gave him the letters.

Okay. I was wrong about him, too. At least I didn't go all soft on him.

I didn't go secretly with him to the Champs-Elys�es.

No! You did? Scandalous!

- Am I accountable to you? - When our girls go on the Right Bank...

This is none of your business. I am free, am I not?

Are we a gang or aren't we?

We say we're liberated, anti-social,

yet we're as quick to make up rules just as stupid as everybody else.

Bizarre!

All right! Now scram. I want to talk to Mic.

- I never thought he'd be such an dope. - Neither did I.

- It must hurt a lot, hmm? - Hurt? I lost the car. That's all!

Now... some girls are made for love, to get hitched up...

Not me! I am free and I intend to stay that way.

Hey Mic!

I almost forgot!

The intellectual wants to spend some time with you!

He ordered me to tell you so.

Thank you. What's with you?

Spring's coming...

If you're game, the door's wide open... Bob has agreed.

It's true. He told me as much.

- Don't hesitate. - Especially now.

So?

But I don't love you.

What has love got to with it?

She's not going for it?

I think she's faithful to a memory.

Let's just say that you don't turn me on... very much.

You've never done it with guys you didn't like very much?

Sure I have. But I was drunk.

Peter left behind a lot of unopened bottles.

Well, that changes everything.

- Leaving already? - With you.

You don't want to anymore?

- Just like that? - Yes.

I'm tense. It'll calm me down.

No? You're not up to it?

Bravo! That's a party girl!

Even when it's not very good, at least it passes the time.

- It all adds up? - Yes.

You don't really look the type for this.

Proud of yourself?

In a way, yes. But you wouldn't understand.

I'd rather not.

- Are we going to the Kentucky? - No. Vieux Co, for a change.

Oh, who cares where we...

Hi. Have you seen Mic?

- Is she inside? - Seems we must find a new bistro.

You're right. Too many creeps here.

- What's with them? - Pay no attention.

It's their boy-scouts' code.

- Mic is here? - She left half an hour ago with Alain.

With Alain?

You owe me twice the thanks.

First, for this pleasant interlude

and second, for helping you prove to yourself that you're still free.

I can't thank you enough.

Never. Considering what you're putting on the line.

What am I putting on the line?

That special man in your life? Marriage? Children maybe? Who knows?

A job. What a drag!

In short, my poor girl, your were re-entering society

among the damned and the fools.

Shit, who's that?

Interrupting such a tender moment!

- Who is it? - Bob!

Well, open up.

I can see I'm interrupting... but...

- What do you want? - To talk to Mic.

I have nothing to say to you.

After what you've done, you've got a lot of nerve.

Don't you have a sense of humor in the Quartier?

Take it. There's your Jag.

Bob...

For your rent and the gas. Check. It's all here.

Take a look!

Why did you drive me to the limit?

- You're tougher than I thought. - I can't say the same for you.

You're pretty lacking in psychology.

Bye!

- Don't you want a drink? - No thanks.

I've been drinking at La Pergola with Felix.

Bob!

You mustn't be mad at me.

Because you gave me an earful? I'm not mad.

Can't you tell when I'm joking?

Cover up! You'll catch cold.

Some people have all the luck.

I wonder where they get the dough.

The certificate will be ready tomorrow.

- I hope you'll be satisfied with the car. - I already am.

- You're a good driver? - My brother taught me.

Oh! In that case...

Excuse me.

The keys.

- You don't approve, do you? - I'm not paid to have an opinion.

- Did you sell it? - Yeah! To your little sis.

Roger isn't paid for that either.

- You see? I bought it. - I see. Congratulations.

But be careful, it's responsive.

- Roger? - Yeah?

Your promise...

that you'd slap me. Lost your nerve?

I can't slap all the whores who come in here to buy luxury cars.

- You think that I...? - I don't think anything.

You disgust me. That's all.

I ought to take the keys back and kick you out.

Just try!

I'd lose my job and I need it.

- Roger? Are you coming? - Right away, sir!

- Obeying orders? - Got to.

What a shame, huh?

Besides, it's not worth more than 10,000.

If you press the ignition, that might work be better.

It speeds right up. What a nice surprise!

- Who wants to come for a ride? - We do!

Where'd you knick it?

- Have you seen Bob around? - I called his place. He wasn't there.

Bob?

He was at Bona five minutes ago... getting drunk.

Come check it out, guys. Mezzrow's on stage.

Nice car!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Why? The car's not enough?

Ah! You want a cad, don't you?

I know I messed up. You've been right all along.

Stop it! You've got your car. Have fun!

I don't care about the car.

Listen. Come away with me. Let's leave Paris. Let's peel out here.

We could go to the seaside. 300 km isn't very far.

Want to?

Down there on the beach... holding each other's hands.

And at sunrise, we'll say we love each other.

How romantic!

- You don't want to? - We'd look really stupid!

- Bob! - What? "Bob", "Bob"?

You're getting clingy, I swear!

Do as I do. Play the field.

I never hook up with a girl more than twice.

Once I've had enough, I pass her on to my friends.

Bye.

Where do think this country's heading? Inflation, welfare costs...

You come home later and later every night.

Do you know my son? Mr. Boucher, my accountant.

The last time I saw him, he was no taller than so.

While you're out having fun, we're hard at work for you.

The State isn't encouraging me to keep the factory.

- More trouble? - Tax inspectors. Again.

In this country, they're only interested in discouraging leaders of industry.

Hey. Are you drunk?

- Let's go into my office and talk. - Not tonight, dad.

Oh, no!

Come on.

You can go up. But this is an unusual hour to visit people.

If she's coming after what happened with the car, it must be serious.

If she wants to talk to you, I'd better leave you to it.

- You're not going? - No. I'll take a bath.

Looks like an affair of the heart.

Is she right?

I think so. But it's beyond me.

Well, I'm not really used to the affairs of the heart, you know.

Neither am I.

Is it the guy I saw at your place? He seemed nice enough.

He is.

You quarreled, he told you off, and you're lost.

Am I right?

More or less, yes.

It's nothing serious.

It is.

I've acted foolishly and he knows it.

I slept with another boy.

You did?

Why?

Why... why? Because we want to live, to be free.

You can't get soft. You have to stay tough.

And also because of the others, who are here all the time

Sleeping with someone doesn't matter to us, and love is a joke...

the very negation of the individual.

- You're talking nonsense. - You can't understand.

- No. But I see that you are unhappy. - As a dumped typist.

- They hurt when it happens to them. - Imagine me feeling that way.

A case for the broken hearts columns. It'd be a real triumph!

Are you sorry you did it?

I was sorry even before I did it.

And you love him?

I must admit it: I'm crazy about him.

Crazy.

Then call him and tell him so.

It's as simple as that.

He won't believe me. He'll laugh at me.

I didn't see much of him but I doubt it. He didn't seem like your other friends.

Well?

Okay. I'll tell him.

Wasn't there anyone else that you could have gone to see?

A friend? A girl friend?

Nobody.

I was young once, too. I'd go out. I loved dancing...

Back then, I was even a Socialist.

You see! But that never got in the way of working.

- Hello? - Can I talk to Bob?

- Yes? - It's Mic speaking.

He's coming now, don't hang up. It's for you. It's Mic.

Is he there?

Come now! Make up your mind.

You convinced me, dad. I...

I've got to change.

I've got to make a clean break with a lot of people.

- Tell her I'm not here. - I've just said you were.

For a girl like her, it doesn't matter.

Hello? I'm sorry. I was mistaken, miss.

- He wouldn't talk to you? - No.

Oh... he's hurt, but it'll pass. He's brooding.

- That's promising, isn't it? - No. It's more serious than that.

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

Are you going to Vivaldi tomorrow?

- Come with us to Austria. - I'll see.

Make up your mind. We're leaving tomorrow morning. Listen to her, come!

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

I'm compromising myself, coming to see you.

Nobody's forcing you.

You've disappeared. You don't answer the phone.

- What's going on? - Nothing. I've been working.

If I didn't know you better, I might think that it was because Mic and I...

- Really? That's the best one yet! - Isn't it?

Clo's throwing a huge party on Saturday at Bois le Roi. She'd like you to come.

I have work that can't wait. Who's going to be there?

Everyone, absolutely everyone.

Why? Are there people you don't want to see?

- Me? Like who? - I don't know, I'm asking you.

- Bob! Hurry up! - Coming!

Excuse me.

- So shall I tell Clo yes? - I'll see, I may not be in Paris.

So? You'll come with us?

No, I'm too far behind. I'm going to stay in Paris and work.

Set something up so we can fill our drinks faster.

- We need a vat. - You're right. Where do we find one?

Let's see.

Right there.

I've never seen you like this.

I want to have fun tonight. Till I burst.

- Ready to roll? - No, not now.

When you're ready, tell me.

Disgusting.

You're pigs!

Hey, Clo!

The door to the cellar is locked.

Bust it open. Tonight anything goes.

But what's keeping Bob? He has to come.

- Why, is he supposed to come? - Oh, I hope so.

Mic? We're playing the game of truth. Are you coming?

- In a minute. - Back to his games.

He loves it. A good way to fuck things up.

The questioner gets to question whomever he wants and can ask any question.

A mean one preferably.

- Well, who's first? - Me!

Hello.

Excuse me.

I've been waiting for you. I would like to talk to you.

In the library. I'm sure you'll have a good laugh.

Your parents? Do you love them?

Uh... yes. It's just that they don't love me.

How do you know?

If they'd loved me, they wouldn't have divorced.

Lock the door so we won't be disturbed.

- So? - So?

So I am going to be a mother.

Congratulations. Who is the lucky father?

It's hard to say. I am so well-connected.

- What are you going to do? - Make baby clothes. Yellow ones.

Very chic.

- Okay... cut the nonsense. - It's not nonsense. It's true.

You mean...

...you're going to keep it?

I told you that you'd be amused.

I've had a crisis of conscience, my dear.

I do have scruples. Even religious ones.

Me.

Laughable, isn't it?

- Well? Aren't you going to laugh? - No.

It's funny though. It practically explains itself.

We have three Saints in the family.

As well as two king's mistresses.

I am the victim of that mix.

Do your parents know?

- My father. - His reaction?

Get me a drink, would you?

- You're the only one who can help me. - Explain.

I have eight days to find an acceptable match, or else...

Or else?

You're hip, we're friends, and class-wise you'll do.

For my father, you'd be acceptable.

Of the whole gang, you're the only one I could ask.

No, Clo.

I wouldn't bother you.

You could live however you please and I'd behave.

I'll never make you look ridiculous, I swear.

I'd like to help you, Clo. But I really can't.

Oh well. Pretty much what I expected.

There must be another way.

Don't try! I've already considered all the possibilities.

Even about leaving and working.

Working!

With my education, I wouldn't even be able to work as a cleaning lady.

And I can't break away from my family. Because of my mother.

- She must not find out. - She's bound to if you plan to keep it.

That's why I'm stuck.

Premature birth while I'm away.

It happens.

Isn't my father great? That�s what he suggests.

He's been expecting it for some time. He already had it all worked out.

Even a husband, since family interests are at stake.

- Very convenient. - Who is it?

Some distant cousin. Horrible!

He'll do anything to get the dowry and the political patronage.

You're kidding. This is the 20th century.

Our grandeur is to ignore all of that and to preserve our traditions unspoiled.

That's what my father says. Nice, isn't it?

Very nice.

Oh! Come along. I want to dance.

Come! Oh don't hang your head!

We've got to have fun tonight.

Everyone must remember my "little reception", as my mother would say.

- Are we going to rape her? - Right on!

No, no, no. You can't! Don't!

- Your sister's going to be screwed. - They only want to scare her.

She'll get it one day.

If your best friend was in trouble, would you help him out?

I'd make it worse.

Why?

Because I don't like anyone and neither do any of you.

I've had enough. It's my turn to ask.

I'd better show these jerks just how bad the only girl I like is.

And if I say no?

That'd make you just my type.

- The truth? - I swear.

Do you expect something out of life?

Yes.

- What? - Love.

- You? - Yes.

- Don't drink so much. - You'd make a fine husband.

- But what kind of love? - The great one, the only one.

Like in romance novels?

Exactly.

You fool! I lied to see your face.

So let's start over.

How long have you lived in the Quartier?

Two years.

In those two years, how many guys have you screwed?

I couldn't possibly count them.

- Why do you do it? - Because I love it.

And how was it with me?

- From what point of view? - Physically.

Perfect.

Better than with Bob?

Technically yes.

Have you ever been in love?

Yes.

When I was ten.

- And since? - Never.

Not even a little with Bob?

Who do you think I am?

You were always with him.

His Right Bank airs amused me.

That was all?

No. I needed him for the car.

And he had money to buy drinks. A rare thing in our crowd.

Cross him and we won't see any more of him.

We'll resign to it.

Do you regret any of the things you've done?

None.

You'd do it all again?

Even more if I could.

Is that all?

What do you think of me?

That you're a piece of shit.

Anything else?

That you try to impress others out of self-pity,

because the only cause for your rebellion is to relieve yourself of boredom...

and emptiness.

Clever!

And what do you think of him?

Of him?

Go ahead! Coming from you, I can't be offended.

Warm water! Hot air!

Thinks he's going through a crisis and will

settle down by marrying a girl like himself

...with lots a dough.

Want to go on?

No. It's your turn.

Who will you attack?

Him.

I swear.

- I'm sick of this. I want to dance. - Me, too.

Well? I'm listening.

Bob?

Do you love me?

You've gone completely nuts. Have you had a look at yourself?

Was there a time when you loved me?

Not even for a second.

Do you think that, in your life, you'll ever fall in love?

Sure. With a proper girl, maybe.

In the street the other day,

what you said to me,

were you being sincere?

Couldn't you tell?

Bob?

Are you cheating?

Why? Have you been cheating?

I'm asking the questions here.

I swore I'd tell the truth.

When you brought me the money at Alain's place,

what did you think of me?

Say it.

That it's convenient to have girls like you around who will sleep with anyone

without asking to be paid.

Stingy bourgeois! I need a drink.

Hey, I want something faster!

In this part of town, with girls like you, it's never serious.

When you leave the Quartier, you're out of your element.

I was embarrassed for you on the Champs.

Come and dance, Bob. Come on!

You've been talking all night, You have to live. Come on!

- You've drunk, Clo! - Yes. And I'm not done!

Tonight I intend to drink enough and to dance enough for a lifetime.

Have a blast!

It's too quiet! There's not enough noise!

You're right, Clo! Go wild!

Louder! That's it!

Tear it up! Tear it up!

This party's rocking.

It's got everything I love. People without hope, the end of the world.

Come on everybody! Dance!

Hey you over there! Drink up!

She's delirious.

Enjoy it while you can! It won't last.

You'll get what's coming to you, too! Just like me!

Because for me ...youth. It's over. Lost!

I'm getting married! Married!

- You can't be! - Who with?

I'm a free woman.

Who are you marrying?

To an amazing man. My father adores him.

- Who is it? - Who is it?

Me!

Bob!

Since all girls are the same,

all whores, all bitches.

At least with Clo, there won't be any surprise.

Bob, you're amazing. Thank you.

Look! Look how much we love each other.

It's my last party! Tonight everything goes!

Smash everything up! Tear down the house!

Check out what your trick has done.

She's gone.

Mic!

It is not true! I love you!

I'm a cheater! I was cheating, Mic!

You'd think he did it on purpose.

It was a girl driving! Practically just a kid.

Mic!

Mic?

POLICE STATION

We're not going to wait. The cops, you know...

Come out to Bona�s tonight. You can tell us all about it.

Is it because of what we broke?

They can't know. It's about the accident.

It must have been really bad!

A Jag in such a state makes me feel heartsick.

She was still alive when she was pulled out. But now? I don't know.

They're at the hospital to make their report.

I'll wait. I've got time.

The truck driver tells me that she drove straight into him.

Do you think she had any reason to wish to...

No. Not her.

But she was against suicide! She told me so, herself!

I knew nothing about her life.

- Maybe a mechanical malfunction...? - It's possible.

So?

She's still in a coma,

Your mother is staying by her side.

- Here is my report, gentlemen. - Thank you, doctor.

- Sir. - Sir.

There was a high level of alcohol in her blood.

But what's wrong with those kids? Christ! What's wrong with them!

50 years of chaos behind them and probably more coming.

For the young, it's tough.

Words! I have a son who has finished his studies.

He's doing fine.

He's strong and the others are weak.

Your patients? Don't you try to find out why they're ill?

Sure. So you defend them?

I'm not defending them but it's the same everywhere.

There must be a reason.

Rejection of life.

Refusal to integrate into the community and follow in their elders' footsteps.

What do they get from the community? Did we provide the right example?

Yes.

You... you're on the far left?

Me?

Sorry... that's the impression I'm getting.

No, but I realize, today,

that I may have judged too fast.

- She had been drinking, huh? - I already said I don't know anything.

No, pal. Don't do this to me. I need to know.

Everyone had been drinking.

She had too.

It was horrible.

Everything we did, everything she said to me.

So I overdid it to hurt her.

Things that I didn't think.

I even said...

Said what?

No.

That wouldn't make her..

...make her do it on purpose.

Besides, she didn't love me.

Guys like me disgusted her.

Of course, young fool.

That's why she had a picture of you with her.

You must be wrong. She never had a photo of me.

And this? Isn't that you...

with her on the Champs-Elys�es?

It was the first time when...

No. It's my fault.

It's all my fault!

You don't know. Do you hear me? You don't.

She is the only one who can tell us what happened.

Well, come on. We'll wait for her together.

After all, you're almost family.

About an hour... these operations always take a long time..

But you could take a seat over there.

Thank you.

Do you think they'll save her?

The Professor has already performed miracles.

She was distraught at my place when you wouldn't speak to her.

You could have at least talked to her.

No. Not after seeing her with that other guy...

in bed. No.

Oh well. It's all right. It's all in the past.

You have your whole life ahead of you.

Life!

You don't think she's going to die?

That would be too unfair,

wouldn't it?

Yeah.

She'll recover and you'll forget all this nonsense.

You'll start over from scratch.

- Think so? - I don't think so. I want it to be.

I'll leave you, I'll go with my mother.

Be brave! Haven't you ever seen wounded people?

Don't stay cooped up in here. Go and do something.

I don't know. Go get some fresh air.

Have a drink. Say a prayer.

If I only knew who to pray to?

To Saint Germain des Pr�s, you know him.

Everything went well. But we still have to wait.

Why did we play those games? Why, for God's sake!

This is the only one left.

When she gets better,

we'll go away.

Just like she wanted to. To the seaside.

We'll get sentimental.

Yes indeed.

We'll never tire of saying how much we love each other. Never!

Yes, Bob.

What about you?

Oh... as for me...

I'll be pleased to see you in the church together.

Internal bleeding. There was nothing we could do.

I am sorry.

I would like to see her.

Bob?

Don't think that you're the only one to blame.

She was, too...

all by herself in this treacherous world.

I should join you, Mic...

as I think of doing at times.

That would be cheating, too.

That would be the romantic solution...

Really romantic!

Go ahead and laugh, Mic, if you can hear me.

I'm ready to live...

even hurting so much.

I think that I have become...

brave.

- You're taking off? - To a bar with new parking.

Hey girls!

Don't forget about the party on Saturday!

Ok! I'll tell my mother that I'm going to her house!

And I'll say the same to mine!

Pinch some bottles from your houses.

Hush! This isn't our first time!

I'll bring you some cigarettes. Some good American ones!

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