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THE CHEATERS

- Sure, dad. I'm fine. - Are you?

- You're crazy to worry. - 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 your friend's place? - No, no. I'm in a cafe with Bernard.

- We just got the bill. - 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?

No way. He hasn't gone anywhere in two months.

Are you mad at him? What is it?

Go with them. I'll see if he's decided to come.

My father's full of surprises.

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

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

He may not understand it. But it has much merit. ???

You know I've had it.

Bernard! Bob! Ready to split?

Let's have dinner together and then a drink.

Come on! Let's celebrate our success.

Success for me is a rare event.

Bernard! Bernard! Bernard!

Well? Go ahead!

Okay...

- I'm off. Bye. - Bye.

Thanks all the same.

What do I have to do with anyone?

I feel old.

It's a drag to see people who seem... ...so happy.

As happy as I could have been.

"Oscar and Pete Blues"

You hear it everywhere lately.

Just four months ago, nobody had heard of it.

It was impossible to find the record.

We're waiting for it. It's coming in from New York and then we'll have it.

- 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.

Picasso ??? that's his thing.

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?

That's all I've got.

Go ahead and take it, miss. ???

Close your coat. Your 45 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. How about buying 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.

That guy's a real chief.

Came to France to study medicine but he discovered cinema.

Try to trip him up and you'll see.

Yasmed! "Alleluia": 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?

Check it out.

Special Edition! Now for sale, the Special Edition.

I don't like Belafonte and I don't even have a turntable.

Why then?

For kicks. It's fun.

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

Sure: the 16th in the nice part.

Special Edition.

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

Special Edition.

What will you learn that?

What an old man said something? and another has responded?

If you see the thing of hydrogen, do you give equal?

I like surprises.

It will be a horror, better not to know in advance.

- Waiter... would you... - Tres jeune???

A patron. Now there's a good idea.

- What does your father do? - He works in a factory.

- Does he listen to you? - With benevolent neutrality.

When I pass my exams, he gives me bread. Not a bad deal.

Not bad at all. A party every Saturday if you don't fuck up.

- Something like that? - Exactly.

Big words don't mean anything.

Living the good life, studying a bit. You'd think you had the disease of the century.

You are 16th through and through. The very same morality.

Cheers anyway.

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

A merchant in Ni�vre. When I dropped out he stopped sending me bread.

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

It's demoralizing. It comes to nothing. Might as well die of hunger.

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

I crash at a friend�s house in the neighborhood. No hassles.

- Nice. - 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.

???

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

What have you bagged?

He's got to be 30, Bob.

So you were in jail for dealing?

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 til dawn.

- Didn't you ski during the day? - During the day, I was in bed. Not alone.

- Showing my gratitude to my host. - 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? - Not yet. Such a drag. 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'd better turn in for this evening.

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 could come, too.

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

What a smile. Who is she?

Clo. She'll ruin our crusade. ???

She's got a huge sexual appetite and She's the Count of Vaudr�mont's daughter.

Totally crazy, but perfectly lovely.

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

- Can you lend me 500 francs? - Sure.

I'll be at the Trocadero tobacconists at 9.

Etienne! The sandwich of the day.

- Well? - Nothing much.

- Me neither. We better look elsewhere. - You're right.

Good bye.

Leaving already, Muriel?

Yes, my mother believed me. I agree with Laure.

Hunting?

Don't bother, I have hidden everything.

Take a shower. You'll feel better.

- Do you know whose house this is? - I don't know. I came with a boyfriend.

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

- No need. - Sorry. I misunderstood. Through there.

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

You are right there that Miss opportunities.

-Poor environment. -Yes, it is not any wonder.

- Know where Clo stashes the Scotch? - No... she's

- When it comes to drinks, Clo's a tightwad. - The worst!

- For dancing, she only has pavanes! - Let's do it! We'll show them.

Health resides in the satisfaction of instincts.

The society of which you speak has committed suicide. Might as well...

To each his own poison.

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

A guy like you has his parents.

Doudoune will be tied up.

Oh... Daniel... he's the son of a diplomat

Twelve boxes of lemon juice.

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

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

I'll have the dough for you tomorrow evening.

Do you really have to go back?

Sorry Danny. Not tonight. lt's better.

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

Me too. But I have no prejudices.

Are you leaving?

- Try... - What?

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 envious, Nobody's forcing you. I keep you warm.

If needed, of course. But, doesn�t that make you a little scared?

Freedom requires sacrifices.

I wouldn't usually ask.

Actually, you're not my type. Anyway, I am faithful.

I will end by adopting those horrible bourgeois sentiments.

- Care to dance? - Why not?

You dance well. I wasn't sure.

- Want to continue? - You know 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 room.

- I think I've already forgotten your name? - Marie-Claire.

Watch where you step. Wouldn't want to step on the people on the floor.

- I told you I don't want to... - If it disgusts you, you'll get over it. ???

Virgins get on my nerves. It's here

Excuse us.

There's nothing else to say. 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' room?

- Does that intimidate you? - What's that?

Close the door.

Lock it.

You're big and you have strong hands.

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

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

Kiss me.

Already, I've noticed at the top of the two horses.

Come inside, Gerard. You're going to catch a cold.

Cut it out! I have a mother to look after me!

Go get me a drink. I'm thirsty.

I stopped because he had long hair.

They told me "Cut you so and you will not stop."

You must register for the party, as I did.

- Are you political? - No. It's just to embarrass my father.

- That's not whisky! - You're drunk.

- Guardian angels are looking after me. - Bravo!

This is going to get ugly.

If I want to get drunk, I'll drink.

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

As usual. It always ends like this.

- 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? - Do you want me to make you understand?

Try.

Hurry! Come! I need your help with something!

Hurry, he's going to fall!

Oh! What's with all this confusion? I'm sick of all of it.

The neighborhood... the parties...

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

- Only... - Only what?

Only, I want to keep enjoying myself.

Because every day that passes is one day I've won for my future life.

Well, the 15 minutes of lucidity is over.

- I'm going to join the others. Coming? - In a moment.

- My parents' bathroom is across the way. - Thank you.

- So what do they think? - My parents?

At first, my father's reaction was horrible.

In the end, he accepted it. What else could he do? Give me away?

As people say...

He hoped that I would calm down.

Besides, for my mother's sake, he didn't want any scandal.

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

She never causes any trouble. She has always put her complete trust in me.

Are you always so thoughtful? Or have I stirred it up in you?

- I don't know. - Whatever the cause, thanks...

...for everything.

I went 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? - Don't I?

- Do you? - No, Alain. You'll kill yourself!

Sure. I live dangerously.

Excuse me.

No problem. I'm finished.

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

Ah... you were the one who was in her room.

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

For two months, I've been telling Clo to ask her mother to buy more perfume.

Any way... you can't look a gift horse...

Clo tells me you're her best friend.

I don't know... we like the same clubs, records, guys...

- Doesn't that cause a few problems? - Why would it?

Just a question.

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

- You think? - 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're almost handsome.

What a shame that we have met each other too late.

- It's true. - Like I said.

You're messed up after all. Better not complain.

- Want something to eat? - Yes.

Then come along.

You've got it.

Nice work.

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

Do you have anything to eat?

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

He's going to fall.

Hold on. Pass me the cat.

They're both going to fall.

- How agile. - They're athletic types.

Nice.

How was it?

Not bad at all.

Go ahead.

- See you around. - Take care.

- Is there room on your bike? - 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. - What's more, I'm afraid of cats.

- Thanks. - Should I wait?

No need. See you tonight.

- Hello. How's it going? - Good. Is my brother here?

- In the office. 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 busy so I'm bored. That's why I called 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 am always around.

132 Rue des Maires in the 5th.

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

- Take care. - Take care.

It's just like you said. These cars are amazing.

In my time, it was dresses that interested girls.

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

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

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

I'm sure that someone will buy it. 600,000 francs...

A real bargain.

Want it delivered or are you going to take it now?

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

Well, what do you know... you've slept late, huh?

Look who's talking.

It comes with the job. It puts you right to sleep.

Don't start.

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

- 20. - 20,000? But that's all I've got?

Then 15.

Not 15, not 10, not 5.

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

- Is it something serious? 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 so nice. - Give in. Buy it.

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

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

... I'd give you a couple of slaps.

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

Thanks. This will pay for my taxi back.

Lynne?

How did you wind up in this kind of work?

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.

Now you treat me like I'm a stranger?

- So is it so nice, that room? - It's a dump, but it suits me fine.

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

What a life. Giving everything you make to the State.

So are you going to give it to me or not?

I told you I can't, I have to pay my taxes tomorrow.

I don't know how I'm going to do it.

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

And end up like you? For 20,000 francs?

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

He did nothing but work and he died at 39.

- What a hero! Right! - Michelle!

And Roger takes care of everything. What a hero! Right!

You, at your age you are the heroine of shopkeeping. Right?

I forbid you to talk to me that way!

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

- This one? - No. The one behind.

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

Aren't you going to scold me!

Why? When I try to do anything for you, what happens? Fights.

What?

Every time you come, it's only to ask me for money.

Today I'm too worn out.. I can't...

Don't cry, mom. I should do more but I can't do anything.

If only you'd come live here, Michelle.

No, mamma. Don't insist.

You wouldn't be any bother. Your friends could come here to see you.

They wouldn't come.

You'd scare them off by being too sweet.

Anyway, I want to live without complications.

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.

Do not move. I was comfortable.

You're right. It's a kind of hypnosis. It let you space out.

That's it exactly. Far out.

Where's that?

Right up into the air where you get blown further out.

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

One fine day, our troubles will be over.

Sure... troubles: like happiness, like money, or the pure...

.. .it doesn't exist in a pure form.

Come in.

Who's here?

- My brother. - Oh, shit!

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

Hey.

Bye.

Out she goes...

See you tonight!

Would you stop bothering my little dog!

Regards, old woman!

Your brother is proof that there is hope for the working class.

Hey! Wait for me!

Do you take me for a cop or what?

They're shocked to see a dead man..

- A what? - A dead man.

Anybody between 30 and 40.

It's always the same. ...And the negro music they listen to...

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

What is it?

On the phone, mom was worried.

You had an argument this morning?

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

She wants 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.

Anyway, that why I took the trouble. So you can explain all this to me.

- What? - All of this.

- You and your gang of mixed up kids. - You don't get it.

Anyway, I don't think I can explain.

Yeah, sure. Slippery slope...

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

Anything to add?

That just means that you were never young.

Remember that I didn't have time... with the war in Indochina, no time for school.

When you came back you had no skills other than courage, etc., etc.

I think you're a little bitch.

Besides, you didn't have any credentials. Except you always loved cars.

I only knew about cars... jeeps.

That's nice. What is it?

Mulligan.

Listen, Mic. There are young people who study and things happen for them.

Those who haven't understood yet.

Understood what? You nearly had your diploma when you dropped out. Why?

You could be an instructor, a professor.

No way. I'm sick of miming things that I no longer believe in.

I don't believe in anything anymore.

At your age?

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

and to read the newspaper.

Others read, too... but in the subway in the morning.

What a beautiful 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 everything else...

For everything else you'll need my dough. You know where I am.

- Hello. - Hello.

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

It's no use disguising it. You wouldn't be a student by chance?

- Uh... yes. - Scram.

Family! What a joy.

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

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

Too bad. I would have liked to see them.

They should be drinking at Bona if you want to go.

I'd like to go out, too.

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

There's no rush.

Do you have any good records?

Have a look.

- You have the new Kay. - 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 none of my business. Why?

Oh, nothing. Alain was talking about it.

I could do just about anything for kicks... but to take my life, I can't be bothered.

What's on earth is going on?

It's just the old woman going out with her dog.

- What have you chosen? - The Platters.

That's old hat... like your hairstyle as I already told you.

Watch yourself. I'm not into that suburban stuff.

- Maybe you'll change your mind. - Bob!

Bob, I'm falling!

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

Not at all.

Show me how fast this thing will go.

- Very bad! You ran two red lights. - I thought that I was with the bus.

A souvenir, ladies and gents. No commitment.

I do not commit to anything.

- That reminds me of something. - You're hopelessly 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 expect me to wait for you then? - You'll wait. We'll play it at the house.

Your maid's room is free tonight?

- It's occupied. - It's the occupation all over again.

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

No. Just got a shipment.

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

I'm waiting for confirmation. The car is before 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.

That takes time. Is much angry your home?

Pretty much, yeah.

- Are you leaving? - Yes. Can you use the scooter?

- Yes. - Bye.

- Actually. It's too early. - All right. Bye.

Mom give you permission to stay out until midnight?

No, I have to go. Stuff to do tomorrow.

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

It is smartass, huh? I have been a good example.

you have you benefited you?

- He's told you everything, I guess? - In the 16th, they're very discrete.

- Well? - Well, yes. What does it matter?

- Peter! A dance? - No time.

I'm becoming part of the furniture.

- 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 won't be able to say anything. 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 do.

You only have to jump through the door. Tell me if I'm mistaken?

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

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

Very impressive.

- And you don't know what it's about? - No idea. Just what the note says.

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 have already spent 30 francs.

It's seriously disturbing, And shady.

I knew that you wimp out. Leisure-time bohemians. All words.

When it comes to action, nothing.

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

Because I'm busy at ten and the dough doesn't interest me.

-Let us all? -I'll I leave.

Have you forgotten about Peter? The money is his.

But he is not here and we're not going to lose it, right?

I'll go.

This one's a real mother.

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

The car that I told you about. I've dreamt about it since I first spotted it.

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

That must be my brother.

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

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

Telephone!

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

Hello? Oh! You don't say!

You don't like taking risks in the 16th, huh?

We don't like sports cars.

Because you drive 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 not going to let her go out alone?

She goes where she pleases.

- I'm talking about the appointment at 10. -Of course. I'll go.

I knew you'd loosen up, You're too funny.

I'm going to get my Jag!

We don't know what he's expecting for the dough.

We don't know what he was told.

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

- How are we going to find him? - Heaven help us.

- Do know Mr. Felix? - Felix? No, I don't.

- Are you nervous? - I am 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. You're 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 I weren't, would I be here. - Sure.

And you're aware of your position?

I believe that I am here.

- Want something to drink? - Two scotches!

So, where's the money?

If it were up to me, the deal would be off. But you-know-who prefers to negotiate.

He is absolutely right.

- It's all rather elegant isn't it? - Yes.

Elegance is pointless without effectiveness.

I have brought the money.

It was the thing to do.

200,000 this morning and here is the rest.

It seems a little low.

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

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

Well, say so.

This time, if there's any trouble...

the fault is only yours.

You-know-who might prefer further negotiations.

In this case, I am prepared to tell you Peter's final price:

630,000.

- 630,000? - Exactly.

Today. And tomorrow how much will it be?

The same, I assure you.

- Give me your word? - Take it or leave it.

Missy. If we were outside,

I'd gave you a nice couple of slaps and let you sleep it off in the Roquette.

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

We'd better see Peter right away to notify him.

It's funny what happens when you "keep quiet"...

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

Your loss.

Hold on.

Call me tomorrow at my office around 6.

I've already talked to that person. But I do not believe that...

Yes, thanks. you-know-who what you are interested in.

And to show you that our thanks has its elegance: you have 24 hours.

- Can I get you something? - Nope. I'm all set.

- Did you see his face? - Let's talk outside or I will faint.

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

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

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

How low can you go!

- Di you have any idea you were so brave. - If you weren't there, I'd have died.

Oh, no! You have a date.

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

I'll just be late. Let's go.

It'd probably be la Huchette or Kentucky or 3 Maillets where the others went.

- Interested? - No. But I'd better tag along.

- Do you know where we're going? - Sure. The club where you went before.

But it's on the outskirts. Does that bother you?

As long as I won't be too late... Where is it?

On the Champs-Elys�es.

Your Jag, your Jag.

Happiness comes at such a high price,

You're headed out on an unknown road with broken brakes.

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

- Who's that? - A friend.

- And the girl? - His fianc�e.

Insurance makes it classy.

- I don't think it covers that. - It ought to.

At his age, it's unhealthy to be virgin.

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

The music is good.

They are fine. They were friends?

-Yes. -They are very different.

Filthy romantics. Always making plans for the future.

I love you Bob. With all of my 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.

- That's good, huh? - Perfect. Go on.

How I'd hate to be your wife.

Waiting for you all night at home taking care of our children.

It won't always be so easy. But there will be divine moments.

Outings on Sunday in the economy car.

- You're not sentimental, Bob? - Not at all.

Well, I leave then. Does this evening we had together?

- There's a guy waiting for you at the disco. - He's crushed.

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

Well... who am I to deny you?

- Where are we going to go? - To my place.

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

They're still dancing 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...

It's almost over. It will be better. Something seems sordid.

600,000 cash seems sordid to you?

Have you finished your call?

- Poor Mic. She'll be crushed. - You're not going for the dough?

The letters he's asking for in exchange? Am I supposed to fabricate them?

- No need. - Then you do have then?

Since yesterday morning.

Peter called me in a panic. He'd forgotten to ask me to burn them.

And you sent me to the bar knowing that?

Before agreeing to the of your species, see what you have inside.

An "audition". Surprised?

- Hello. Have you seen to Clo? - No. We were just talking about that.

- Sam! Buy me a Coke? - Of course! Sit down.

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

- Etienne, another round. - Got it.

A diplomat's wife. Classic story.

Official rate. One hour's time, 5,000 for Peter.

The usual.

Then, the rules were bent. She fell in love.

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

Peter comes back to Paris and she stays.

And someone wrote it down.

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

- See you. - See you.

What goes around... as you know.

Peter thinks he gets fucked and that's it.

Mic will get her Jaguar out of the job.

It all quite disgusting, isn't it?

The height of morality! Justice! Divine punishment.

"The adultery payoff". "The mail blackmail." "A Jag of a scandal".

- You're sitting pretty. - No kidding.

They've never been so costly, all of these medieval ideals:

Love, fidelity, deception.

- You've gotten over all of that, right? - And how.

- Wanting someone just for yourself. - Delirium!

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

- Don't you agree? - Who do you take me for?

Just wondering.

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

- Why would he? Are you two together? - Not at all.

- So? - What? I'd say that's between you two.

- Do you want to bed Mic? - Sure, if Bob doesn't mind...

Are crazy? What does it matter to me?

We�re just friends. You are free.

Guys! Great news!

- Are those two together? - Now I see.

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

It ludicrous, huh? Mic? Her standing me up yesterday night like that.

I know that I am not an intellectual!

I went to the disco, but no one had seen her. Where could she have gone?

I do not know. I left her at la Pergola.

- You're sure you don't care? - You're hopeless.

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

- Alain. Have you heard the news? - What? A trip to the moon?

Much better! Gillespsie's coming to the Olympia.

To think that girls went lost their minds for a face like that.

It is from another era.

- Only a generation ago, - Maybe Dean will go out of fashion, too.

Dean out of fashion? Are you crazy?

Go in without me. I don't feel like it.

Are you coming in?

Valentino drives me crazy, 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 here. -No, Mic. It's too repugnant.

- It's as if you're 50 instead of 23! - Enough!

The youth is paid and never It is too expensive if there is love.

She's rich. If she can play, let her pay.

- Listen. I read the letters. - You're going soft.

- Maybe. - They've made you pity the poor woman.

She's your mother's age, from the same class who has some money.

Playing bridge together? Tea at her place?

- Stop pretending. Don't act so tough. - Me?

More than ever.

I want that car, I could have it, I swear!

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

Everything is repugnant in life...

...because the old are supported the young,

Who can afford such cars? Not me!

And your mother has no more dough than mine does,

so your piety and moral niceties?

No! They're too costly for this neighborhood.

- When did it start? - Ten minutes ago.

- It is too complicated. Give me the letters. - No. I won't let you do it.

Leisure-time Bohemian!

You daddy's boys believe you're so fine. You're all the same. Always so brittle.

You don't have any balls. A bunch of choirboys, nothing more!.

You sound like Alain.

That's because he's right. Because we are on the same side.

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

He asked me about that Monday night.

Alain?

Yes, Alain.

And if that's what you want, you'd better do as you please.

Thanks.

- If you're capable of this, I've had enough. - I hope so.

Hurry up with those letters.

I destroyed them.

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

Up in smoke like a beautiful car.

- Bastard! I'll make you pay! - Mic, listen to me!

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

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

It is a pity, a Jaguar It would be useful for you.

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

Okay. I was wrong about him, too. At least I didn't go to bed with him.

And I wasn't the one who went into hiding with him in the Champs-Elys�es, was I?

- No! You did that? - Scandalous!

- What do you know about it? - When he rescued that cat! His reward.

But, what's all of this fuss about? Am I free or not?

Are we a gang or not?

We're constantly declaring ourselves liberated and asocial...

We have nothing better to do than make up rules even more stupid than the others?

Bizarre!

Fine. Everybody scram. I want to talk to Mic.

- I never knew I could be such an dope. - Neither did I.

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

Well, there are girls who are made for love and to clinging to someone.

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

Hey Mic!

I almost forgot!

The intellectual would like to "pass the time" with you!

He ordered me to tell you so.

Thank you. What happens now?

Spring's coming...

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

It's true. He told me as much.

- You have reason to be upset. - Especially now.

- What do you say? - But I don't love you.

Since when does love have anything to do with this?

She doesn't want to do it?

I believe that she's remaining faithful to his memory.

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

Are you saying you've never done it with guys that you didn't really like?

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? Right now? - Yes.

I'm tense. Maybe this'll calm me down.

No? You're not up to it?

- Bravo! - Score!

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

- Everything's settled? - Yes.

I never would have figured you were the type for this. Proud of yourself?

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

I'd rather not.

-Are we going to Kentucky? -No, Vieux co.

Hi. Have you seen Mic?

Is she in the sitting room?

- Looks like we need a new bar. - You're right.

This place is full of creeps.

What do you know?

The way you talk, the Boy Scouts' code.

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

With Alain?

I owe you thanks twice over.

For helping me out and for showing everybody that you're still free.

I don't deserve your thanks for that.

Sure you do. Considering what you've given up...

What have I given up?

A special man in your life? Marriage? Maybe some kids... who knows?

A job. The horror!

In short, my poor girl, you've resumed a place in society...

among outcasts and dimwits.

Shit, who's that?

Whoever it is has interrupted our moment.

- Who is it? - Bob!

Open up.

- I can see I'm interrupting... but... - What do you want?

To talk to Mic.

There's nothing more to say.

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

Here you do not know understand the jokes.

Take it. There's your Jag.

Bob...

Your rent and the gas. It's all here.

Take a look!

Why are you pushing me?

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

You lack a little psychology. Bye.

Do you want a drink?

No thanks. I've been dinking at La Pergola with Felix.

Bob!

You'll never see me again.

Do you think I care? I can't see why I should.

It's all a huge joke.

Cover up! You'll catch cold.

Some guys have it all, huh?

Sure! The ones with the cash!

The title will be ready tomorrow.

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

- Can I show you out? - My brother will do it.

Oh! In that case...

Excuse me.

The keys.

- You seem a bit distant. - I'm not paid to judge our customers.

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

Roger hasn't been paid for it either.

- Do you know what I'm here for? - Sure. Congratulations.

But be careful, it's jittery.

- Roger? - Yeah?

You promises... it won't break down, will it?

If I told you how many whores come in here to pick up luxury cars.

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

That will be all.

I ought to take the keys and give you a kick in the ass.

Is that so?

I'd lose my job and I need it.

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

- Marching orders? - So it seems.

What a shame, huh?

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

Press the ignition, It should start right up?

What a nice surprise! It speeds right up.

- Who wants to take a spin? - We do!

Where'd you knick it?

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

Bob?

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

Come check it out, guys. Mezzerou's gone crazy.

What a car!

- I was looking all over for you today. - Why? Isn't that enough for you?

Ah! You need a soldier, huh?

I know I messed up. You were right.

So it goes. You've got your car. The end of the history

I don't care about the car.

Listen. Come away with me. We'll leave Paris and get some fresh air.

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

Won't you?

Down there on the beach... oblivious to the wagging fingers...

showing off in the sunlight how deeply we're in love.

Filthy romantic!

- You don't want to? - It'd be nice.

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

You're getting too heavy, I swear.

Do what I do. Play the field.

I hook up with a girl twice, at most.

When I get sick of her, I leave her for a friend.

Bye.

Where do think this country's heading? All of this inflation and social change...

You come home later and later every night.

Do you know my son? Mr. Boucher.

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

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

It hardly encourages me to keep going to the factory.

- More trouble? - Scabs again.

They always do whatever they're told by the industrial bosses.

Hey. Are you drunk?

- Come into my office. We'll catch up. - Not tonight, dad.

Come now.

Come on.

You can go up. But this is an unusual hour for receiving visitors.

For her to go and buy that car. This must be serious.

I could talk to her if you'd let me.

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

Looks like a matter of the heart.

Is she right?

I think so. But it's beyond me.

Well, you know that in matters of the heart, I don't have a lot of experience.

Neither do I.

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

That's right.

You pissed him off with some scheme and he told you to go to hell. Is that right?

More or less, yes.

It must be serious.

I've acted like such an idiot and he knows it.

I slept with another boy.

Is that so?

Why?

Why... why? Because it's my life. Because I want to be free.

You can't get soft. You have to stand strong.

Because they wouldn't leave me alone!

Sleeping with someone who doesn't matter... turns love into a joke.

Utter personal destruction.

- What are you going on about? - I know that you can't understand.

- No. But I see that you are unhappy. - When in doubt, dump him.

- Your bound to cause a lot of hurt that way. - I have to be who I am.

Good enough for an advice column. A real triumph!

- Do you regret what you've done? - I regretted it even before I did it.

And you love him?

I must confess: 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 mock me.

I do not know him, but that would surprise me.

He didn't seem like your other friends.

Well?

Okay. I'll tell him.

Don't you have anybody else to confide in?

- A friend? A close friend? - Nobody.

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

Back then, I was a Socialist. 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've convinced me to change my mind.

I finally understand that I must stop seeing these people.

-Tell her I'm not here. - I'd rather tell her the opposite.

With this kind of girl, it all amounts to the same thing.

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 angry.

He has to put on a good show, right?

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?

- Are you coming with us to Austria? - I'm not sure.

Hope to hear from you tomorrow morning. You've got to come hear Vienna.

Go ahead. I'll catch up.

- I 've been looking in the wrong places. - Nobody asked you to.

You disappeared. We call you and you're never around.

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

Anyone who didn't know you better would think that it was because of Mic and me...

- You know better than that. - Don't I?

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

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

Everyone, absolutely everyone.

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

- Me? Like who? - I don't know, that's why I asked.

- Bob! You coming? - I'll be right there.

Excuse me.

- So shall I tell Clo yes? - We'll see, Not sure I'll be in Paris.

Well? Have you decided to come?

No, I'm too far behind. I'd better 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, show me a sign.

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.

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

- In a minute. - You and your games.

It's fun. It's just for laughs.

When you're the interrogator, you can ask whatever question you want.

Better be something interesting.

- Fine. Who's ready to start? - Me!

Hello.

Excuse me.

I was waiting for you. I would like to talk to you.

To the library. I'm sure you're going to laugh.

Your parents? Do you love them?

Uh... yes. But they don't love me.

Why do you say that?

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

Close the door with the key to ensure we're not bothered.

- So? - So!

So I am going to be a mother

Congratulations. Who is the lucky father?

It's hard to say. I have so many relationships...

- What are you going to do? - The cradle. Yellow.

It will be very chic.

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

You're going to keep it?

I told you that you'd laugh.

I am in the midst of a crisis of conscience, my dear.

I do have scruples. Even religious ones.

Me.

Everything is possible, huh?

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

There's a funny explanation for it.

There are three Saints in my family.

There are also two favorites. And I am the victim of the mixture.

Do your parents know?

- My father. - His reaction?

Get me a drink, please.

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

I have eight days to find the possible party. Otherwise...

Otherwise...?

You're available and since we're friends it seemed like it might work out...

For my father, you'd be acceptable.

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

No, Clo.

I wouldn't bother you.

You'd live however you'd like, I'd keep my place.

I'd never make a fool out of you, 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 trouble yourself, I've already tried to envision all the possibilities.

I even though about working.

Working...

With my education, I might even be able to clean houses.

I can't close any doors... because of my mother.

- She must not find out. - She sure will if you keep it.

It would be cowardly to run away.

It could be born prematurely and sent away.

It happens.

I'll trick my father. There's the solution.

Ever since he's known, he's been arranging everything.

Even a husband, since family interests are at stake,

- has been arranged. - Who is it?

A distant cousin. Awful.

He's got everything prepared: a dowry and political connections.

Are you kidding? This is the 20th century.

"Our grandeur ignores history. Our traditions must be preserved."

So says my father. Very nice, huh?

Very nice.

Oh! Come along. I need to dance.

Come! Oh don't make that face!

Tonight's all about fun.

Everyone must remember my party, as my mother says.

- Shall we rape her? - Right on!

No, no, no. You must not! Think of me.

- How awful your sister is! - Come on. Do you want to scare him off?

May it happen for you one day!

If your best friend got into some shit, would you help him out?

I'd cover my eyes.

Why?

Because I don't like anyone.

Cut the crap. Now it's my turn to ask.

Since you're making such a stink, I'll interrogate the only girl I like.

And if I say no?

That makes you just my type.

- The truth? - I swear.

Do you expect something out of life?

Yes.

- What? - Love.

- Do you? - Yes.

- You've had enough. - Oh! You'd make such a good husband.

- But what kind of love? - The great, eternal love.

Like in romance novels?

Exactly.

ldiot. I lied to see your face.

So let's start over.

How long have you lived in this neighborhood?

Two years.

In the past 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.

You were already in love?

Yes.

When I was ten.

- And since? - Never.

Not even a little with Bob?

Who do you take me for?

You were always with him.

His 16th quartier ticks amused me.

That was all?

No. I needed him for the car.

I had to pay for his drinks. His rations. ???

You're upsetting him. Better take it back.

I know what I'm saying.

Do you regret anything you've done?

Nothing.

You'd do it all again?

Even more if I could.

Is that all?

What do you think of me?

That you're a little shit.

Anything else?

That you try to shock everybody because you're sick of yourself.

Because your bullshit relieves your boredom and emptiness.

You don't say.

What about him? What do you think?

About him?

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

Hot water out of wine...

He thinks he can solve his problems by marry a girl with neatly combed hair

and full of dough.

Want me to go on?

No.

Your turn. Who do you want to cross-examine?

Him.

I swear.

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

Well? I'm listening.

Bob?

Do you love me?

You are totally crazy. Have you seen 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, perhaps.

In the street the other day, didn't you tell me that you thought...

That was a joke.

Bob?

Are you cheating?

Why? Have you been cheating?

I'm asking the questions here.

I have sworn to tell the truth.

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

What did you think?

Say it.

That it's usual for girls like you to offer services...

and expect to be paid.

Miserable bourgeois! I need a drink.

Hey, I want something faster!

With girls like you, you never can get into anything serious.

As soon as you leave here, I�ve forgotten you.

Yes, that�s been bothering me a lot.

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.

Just for laughs.

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

You're right, Clo! Get messed up!

Louder! That's it!

Tear it up! Tear it up!

The party's swinging.

Everything I love. Dancing hopelessly until the end of the world.

Come on everybody! Dance!

Hey you over there! Drink up!

They're delirious.

Enjoy it while you can! Nothing lasts forever!

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

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

I'm getting married! I'm getting 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!

Because every life has value,

from the whores and the foxes.

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

Bob, you're amazing. Thank you.

Look! Look at how in love we are!

It's my last party! Tonight everything goes!

Break things up! Tear down the house!

Check out what your trick has done.

She's gone.

It is not true! I love you!

It was a trick! It was a trick!

I would say that it has done purposely.

He was a baby, a girl.

POLICE STATION

Watch out. You never know with the cops...

Come out to Bona tonight and tell us what happened.

Do they call it for the damage?

-By the accident. -What will have to do it?

If the Jaguar is so, the cocoon has something to do.

She was still alive when she was pulled from the car but now? I don't know.

They'll know at the hospital after you make your report.

I'll wait. I have time.

The truck driver maintains that she drove herself straight into him.

Do you have any idea if she had any reason to want to...?

No. Not her.

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

I knew nothing about her life.

- Maybe a mechanical breakdown...? - 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 were elevated levels of alcohol in her blood.

But what's going on with these kids? Good God! What will become of them?

50 years of war and instability... . Doubtlessly, something comes of that.

For the young, it's hard.

Literature. I have a son studying it...

He's doing fine.

He's strong. Others are weak.

Your sick patients? Don't you try to find out what has made them ill?

Sure. So you'd defend this behavior?

I'm not defending it but it's going on everywhere.

There must be a reason.

Rejection of life.

Refusal to integrate in the community and to follow the example of their elders.

What about this society? What kind of examples has it set for them?

Yes.

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

Me?

It's fine by me. I understand.

No. I just realize that, today, everything's changing a little too fast.

- She was drinking, huh? - I already told you I don't know anything.

Don't ignore me. Talk to me. I need to know.

Everyone was drinking. She and the others.

It was horrible, Everything we did, everything she told me...

I also spoke to do him harm.

I said things that I didn't believe.

Even when you said...

What you said?

No, that didn�t matter. He didn�t mean it.

That she didn't love me...

...that guys like me disgusted her.

Of course, young jerk...

That must be why she carried a picture of you in her wallet.

I don't get it. She never had a photo of me.

Isn't this 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 anything. Do you hear me? Nothing!

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

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

After all, you're practically family.

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

Why don't you sit and wait over there?

Thank you. Do they think they'll be able to save her?

It wouldn't be the first miracle.

By the way, she was at my place that time you refused to talk to her.

You should have talked to her at least.

Not after seeing her with that other guy...

...in bed. No.

Oh well. It will all be all right. It'll pass.

You have your whole life ahead.

Life!

Do can't believe she'll die.

That'd be a little unfair... wouldn't it?

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

Start over from scratch.

- Think so? - I don't think so. It's what I want!

I'll leave you here while I go find my mother.

You're scared silly. Haven't you ever seen anybody get hurt?

Do not stay as well, do something.

I don't know. Go get a little the air, ...have a drink, ...say a prayer...

- If I only knew who to pray to? - To Saint Germain des Pr�s, know him?

Everything went well. But now you'll have to wait.

Why do we play these games? Why, for God's sake!

Have a drag.

When she gets better, we'll go away...

Just like she wanted to... ...to the sea shore.

It will be great.

Yes...

I'll tell her always what I think of her. Always.

Yes, Bob.

And you?

I am when you see in the sacristy together.

Internal hemorrhaging. There was nothing we could do.

I am sorry.

I'd like to see her.

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

She was, too...

She's fell into a world full of thorns.

To join Mic, that's what I think about sometimes.

That would be cheating, too.

All that'd be a romantic solution...

...filthy romantic!

You're not ready yet, but I know that you'll wait for me.

I'm ready to live...

even with this pain.

I thought that I had 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 to hers! - ???

Quiet, is not the first time!

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

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