Lucille?
Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Pauline.
Apparently there's spring
in the air.
Why only apparently?
It seemed
that way to Miss Lucille.
You mean she's up at this hour?
She was down in the kitchen
before I was.
She took an orange and said
she'd be leaving before you...
that you'd be meeting her later.
Only an orange?
Yes. She asked me to tell you
to breathe deeply...
before you go out,
because spring is in the air.
Why did you go out
so early this morning?
I was worried.
But you know
nothing ever happens to me.
That is,
nothing but good things.
What about letting me in
on your secret?
You know very well
it simply doesn't exist.
That's marvelous.
For you, the world is an oyster.
For me, it's more complicated.
Very complicated.
Do you mind?
Excuse me.
I wasn't watching.
Charles,
is it really true...
that you've installed
a croquet lawn...
in your apartment
for Lucille's exclusive use?
It's my house,
not my apartment...
and besides, Lucille's play
doesn't need improving.
With me,
it's just the opposite.
My play needs constant
attention. Otherwise...
Your feet
should be further apart.
Much further than that.
Further, darling.
Look, my feet
are just fine this way.
Impossible.
You'll miss the ball.
-I'm not going to!
-That's enough from you.
-Just you watch--
-Johnny!
Can't you see
Lucille needs to concentrate?
We all know how good you are.
Who's got the blue ball?
The blue one belongs to Antoine.
But who's Antoine?
-It's me.
-Come on, Lucille. Play.
She's libel to take all day.
It's no good.
-Who's next?
-I think it's you.
-Who, me?
-Yes, you, Antoine.
I can't bear being a loser.
-I'm a terrible loser myseIf.
-It's one of those things.
-Did you see that?
-Not bad at all.
Look there. You see that?
-She's in for it.
-The gent himseIf.
What a nasty thing to do!
Oops, sorry.
I bet you are.
ls it my turn now or not?
-That was deliberate.
-No.
-Liar.
-Well, maybe so.
But, darling, a sporting man
should at least...
go into the pool after it,
don't you think?
Come on, everyone.
lsn't it about time...
you stopped for a breather?
My roast is ready.
Johnny, Francois,
time for lunch!
Here, leave that outside.
-Start from scratch.
-Go over it in the morning.
-All right. Good-bye.
-See you tomorrow.
Diane, now listen,
how many times...
have I begged you not to come
for me with the car?
It's pretty embarrassing.
all my friends go home
by subway, don't they?
But they don't have
the same advantages you do...
and besides I'm sick of you
and your scruples.
If you prefer,
I can wait for you...
on a street corner
with a bicycle.
It's not a matter of scruples.
It's a principle.
In deference
to your principles...
just which hash-house
are we going to eat in?
We're skipping dinner
for the theater...
on a pass
I got out of Devigny.
But that means
I've got to change.
I'm not going with you
with that tie.
No time to change.
Besides, no one cares.
Let's go. Let her roll.
Bet you're jealous.
I can't believe it.
It's fun.
Look, there's Diane!
Diane!
-How are you, darling?
-Hello, darling.
-How are you?
-How do you do?
-Good evening.
-How nice to see you again.
You're looking well.
Good evening.
-Good evening.
-Evening, Lucille.
You're picnicking.
What a good idea.
-Evening.
-Evening.
Just like
being in the country.
Antoine, be an angel.
I'm out of cigarettes.
He's rather interesting.
But so are all my friends.
I don't know a soul who isn't.
There aren't any other people
for you, are there?
Have you know him long?
Yes, we've known
each other for years.
Through your friends or family?
It's my turn now.
Come on. Let's go.
-No, no.
-So do I.
Anyone hungry?
Why don't we all go out
to the Cheval Noir?
-Such a divine little place.
-Just this side of Versailles.
Lovely, lovely.
What a bright idea.
-all right, follow us.
-Charming little place.
Diane, would you mind
if I went with you?
We arrived in Lucille's
convertible.
I must have got a chill.
Tonight, I feel like Methuselah
with a cold coming on.
Antoine can go with Lucille.
Yes, of course.
Don't drive too fast, Antoine.
Do you have room enough
for us, Diane?
Certainly.
Wonderful.
I can't find the keys.
They were in my purse.
I must have lost them
in the theater.
Whoops.
So that's where they were.
Why do you do that?
Aren't we going on?
When may I see you again?
Charles! Why did you leave me
alone with Antoine?
What did you say?
Why would you leave me
alone with Antoine?
Because
I thought he'd amuse you.
So you'd push me into the arms
of anyone who'd amuse me?
Don't be so upset.
I don't think it's a good sign.
That's not what I meant to say.
But I can't bear it.
I'll never be accommodating.
I assure you,
that's one thing I'm not.
I just wanted to find out
something.
That's all.
You wanted to find out what?
How you looked when you came
into the restaurant.
Yes, that's all.
Your way of not looking at him.
That attitude, thoughtful,
terribly gentle...
and almost resigned.
The way you look when
you're attracted to someone.
And so?
Is there any harm in my being
attracted to someone?
No. I can't accept that.
You can't expect me to.
What you do with your freedom
when you're...
I don't do a thing
with my freedom.
You know very well I love you.
I've never asked you
to give up your freedom.
You're attracted by him.
Well, follow through
with it or not...
whether I know or not.
It's true. I like him.
But it can't be very serious
since we're talking about it.
The key's in the door.
Hello, Antoine.
Hello.
I hope you haven't
read all these.
No I haven't.
Excuse me.
You look happy.
Are you enjoying the party?
It's marvelous,
with autumn on one hand...
and spring on the other.
Everything's just fine.
What a poetic expression to use.
You've never seen the place,
have you?
-Not really.
-Come along then.
This is the dining room.
That's stunning.
What it does for the face is
sheer flattery, you've no idea.
It looks like a sea creature.
It's different, isn't it?
I love it.
How come?
You can hardly make it out.
It's a minor work.
I'll show you the rest.
Go ahead.
I'm right behind you.
This is the patio.
That's delightful.
That's Diana the Huntress,
isn't it?
My husband always loved horses.
It's very nice.
And what kind of animal is that?
A toucan.
Look, a De Stal,
and a lovely one.
Antoine, he was so late,
he changed here.
Why are men
so completely disorganized?
Charles is always so tidy.
Did you notice?
I'm very proud of the Foujita.
Don't you think it's gorgeous?
I'm mad about his work.
-I understand that.
-Tell me what you think.
It's wonderful
to have a terrace.
Yes, but if you know
the headaches I've had...
with the decorator
and the builders.
Of course, I've only been
living here a little while.
-You see? It's lovely.
-Yes, it is.
What a mess. I mean, really!
Your party tonight
is a smashing success.
Whenever Claire begins acting
somewhat perverse...
you know it's a good party.
It's true. How observant.
That's very surprising
because...
I've always thought
that you seemed a bit--
-a bit muddled?
-Exactly.
Do you have a son?
No, it's my nephew.
What are you doing here?
Destre wants to see you.
I'm showing the apartment
to Lucille...
and while I'm at it, I'm
straightening out your things...
because you're such
a disorganized creature.
What about my things?
Let's not exaggerate--
a tie of yours, a razor.
Wouldn't you be annoyed
with a mess like this?
We don't have the same room,
Charles and I.
There you are.
I wanted to show you something.
I'm curious to know what it is.
Let me get a refill.
Did you ever wonder what the
artist's political views are?
I'm frightened by you.
By me?
You intrigue me.
You'll laugh at it,
but you intrigue me.
No, I'm not laughing of you.
You're only interested
in the things that please you.
Am I right?
Don't be ashamed of it.
Good evening.
Lovely to see you.
No, it's admirable.
In this friendly group...
it's the best means
of staying sane...
a moment or two longer.
Thank You.
But I am fond of you, too.
Be careful. Happiness like yours
could be dangerous.
Not at all.
I'm always in a good mood
in charming company.
-That's water.
-That's right.
Excuse me, will you?
Paul's been signaling.
I'm sorry.
You seem happy.
Yes. Why, you're not?
No. That's where I'm different.
I can't stand phony situations.
Wait. Surely you don't
expect me to fly apart...
just because I found
one of your ties here?
Especially since
it's one of your awful ones.
Though against all that white,
I thought it looked natural...
You'll be in Charles' arms
in an hour.
No, I won't. I'll be alone.
Anyhow, you won't be with me.
It was so awful
when you walked in.
I blushed like a schoolgirl.
I couldn't bring myseIf
to look at you.
I was shaking.
So was I.
But I feel much better now.
In fact, I feel wonderful.
Almost like someone in love.
It's only water.
What in the world have you two
been telling each other?
If it was as amusing,
tell me about it, too.
I adore funny stories.
I think it's just
something silly.
Then you ought to come out
with it to amuse us.
But I've forgotten it by now.
That's what's so funny.
Antoine, you tell it,
or shouldn't we ask?
One should never ask
those things.
Do you think so?
Charles, I've had
too much to drink.
That's ok.
Shall we go home then?
I believe that would be
really sensible.
What is it?
I think we'd better go home
right now.
-You've had that much to drink?
-Yes.
I'm all right.
You haven't said a word,
Charles...
and I know what that means.
You want to follow me
into my room tonight...
but at five o'clock,
Antoine held me in his arms...
and at five tomorrow,
he will again.
I can't think of anyone else
holding me.
Not even you, Charles.
And God knows how much
I love--I like you.
I'm so happy, I could...
I have a bit of a headache.
Remind me to take an aspirin
when we get home so I can sleep.
Roll up your window.
You'll catch pneumonia.
No, I won't.
The fresh air does me good.
I'm afraid of losing you,
Lucille.
I'm in a constant state
of desire and panic...
like some poor, unhappy animal.
I've got to make a trip
to New York.
Why don't you come with me
this time?
Why not?
How long will you be gone?
A week or two.
New York's lovely in the spring.
We've only been there
in the winter together.
Doesn't do it justice.
No, it's not possible.
Two weeks away from Antoine.
l'd trade all the cities
in the world for his room.
-Good afternoon.
-Afternoon.
-How have you been?
-all right.
Something I can get you?
Not right now.
You're looking very chipper.
You don't happen to have seen--
No, he hasn't been in...
but I have an extra key,
if you like.
He always leaves it here.
Just bring it back.
Hello? I'm afraid that there's
something wrong with my phone.
There's a call. I--
Boss' fault.
He kept us two hours longer.
I was afraid
you'd be gone by now.
Talk, talk.
I thought you'd be angry.
I was afraid I'd let you down.
You know what?
I'm afraid I'm in love.
That's great. So am I.
Don't forget about the flowers
in her room.
My suitcase packed?
I only have some shirts
to put in it.
And send me a postcard.
You know I collect them.
Here. Take this.
And go to the bank?
That's the way to get money.
Did you have a good day?
A very good day.
-Charles?
-Yes?
-I'm frightened.
-Of what?
That I've been missing out
on life...
or at least
what life is supposed to be.
Charles,
should one have a passion?
A job you're involved in...
to earn a living,
to prove you exist?
I'm sure there are
more important things.
Just as long as you're happy.
Is happiness enough?
Absolutely.
But...
What?
What were you going to say?
It doesn't matter.
Your involved
metaphysical reflections...
give you a more muddled air
than usual.
That's what you always say.
You're right.
When's your flight leaving?
The plane leaves at eight.
I'd much rather not go at all.
Well, what do you think?
Whatever you say.
Your heart beats so fast.
Are you very tired?
No. It's the "Chamade."
I don't understand.
What's the "Chamade"?
I'm not sure what it means.
We'll look it up tonight
in the dictionary.
Cut it out.
Stop fooling around.
Martha?
You're on a first-name basis
with her?
-She's over sixty.
-I don't believe you.
Martha, it's Antoine.
The alarm clock
never woke me up.
Look, tell Mr. Cordier
that I'm on my way. OK?
Thanks.
That was childish, I know,
but he pays the bills.
-I can't afford to annoy him.
-No.
Do you earn a lot of money?
No, I've got
a pretty interesting job...
but I don't earn very much.
Why do you ask?
Is it important for you?
No, but it's convenient
to have money, that's all.
By convenient,
do you mean that it's important?
What are all the questions for?
Because...I intend
to live with you...
so I'll have
to take care of you.
I'm able to take care of myseIf.
It's not as
if I had never worked.
I worked a year on "Appeal,"
a magazine, but it folded.
It was pleasant work.
Not much money, but--
No, you know very well
what I mean.
I want you to live
right here with me.
I won't be able to give you the
same advantages you've had...
so you have to choose.
What about Charles?
Well, it's Charles or me.
-You've got to choose.
-But why?
Charles comes back
day after tomorrow.
That's right.
Day after tomorrow, you either
come here for good...
or we won't see
each other anymore.
There you are. It's simple.
Charles, we've been together
for two years.
No, three years..
I can't believe--
Yes, three years.
For three marvelous years--
And I don't have to tell you...
that my feelings
are deep and profound.
You know that.
And because that's true, I can't
bring myseIf to lie about this.
Then again, I could just say
the simple truth.
Charles, forgive me.
I love Antoine.
I wouldn't mind staying
with you...
but Antoine
is terribly jealous. No.
What I'll have to do
is to tell him here...
when he's past the gate.
I might not be able to later.
No. I'll simply say,
"Charles"...
Flight number 801, coming
from New York, will be delayed.
A delay of how long?
What does that mean?
Is anything wrong?
I mean the flight from New York.
We know no more than that.
It may be
the weather conditions.
But it could be dangerous.
Of course not. Don't worry.
Is anything wrong, miss?
Please, leave me alone.
Passengers arriving on flight
may be met at Gate 34.
Charles! Oh, Charles!
I thought the plane crashed.
No, it was nothing.
Really.
The pilot had trouble
with the motors.
And you, how are you?
all right.
Antoine, I went to the airport.
I'd even practiced what to say,
I swear it.
Then, because his flight
was delayed, I...
Just the thought of him dead,
the way I've been behaving...
Though he seemed dead
every minute we were together.
Antoine, it's me.
Things haven't turned out
so well.
Did you talk to Charles?
No. I mean,
that's why I'm calling.
I don't want to hear from you
till you've told him everything.
Happy birthday, Johnny.
There's not much more room
in here.
That's all right. Let us in.
Just a second.
Step into my parlor.
I love your place.
Happy birthday, Johnny.
Thanks, Charles.
I'm delighted you could come.
-Terrific butler, he has.
-She's divine.
You know everybody.
Just make yourselves at home.
-Don't worry about us.
-You know where the drinks are.
You know Estelle, I believe.
That's marvelous!
He always was a practical joker!
What I can't stand...
Good evening.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Good evening.
You're looking well.
How are you, dear?
-Good evening.
-How are you?
-Evening.
-Nice to see you.
Lucille, don't run off
like that.
Lovely dress
you've got on, dear.
Oh, really?
I'm glad that you think so.
Both in black.
That's a good sign.
I wore black tonight
because it makes me cheerful.
-Why, Lucille, hello.
-How are you, Claire?
It's been a while, darling.
How have you been?
My dear, what fabulous earrings
you're wearing.
I've never seen you wear them.
Charles went on a buying spree
in New York.
Not bad.
Wasn't that worth waiting for?
Everyone gather round.
It's time that I blew out
the candles.
You'll all help me out...
because my wind's
not what it used to be.
We're all with you!
Happy birthday, dear.
Best wishes, Johnny.
tell him happy birthday.
I mustn't leave anyone out.
They'd be jealous.
He's blushing! Look at that!
You sweetheart.
Do I get to kiss you, too,
Charles?
all right.
You can give me a kiss.
Just what are you doing to us?
Nothing.
Don't expect me to be quiet,
not any longer.
I won't keep on lying.
The whole thing's
too much for me.
tell me, Lucille...
ever since Charles got here...
You'd like to know
if we slept together.
Of course.
He brought me a gift, didn't he?
Come on. You don't
realize what you're saying.
No, but you seem to have,
and you said it.
Come on. Let's dance.
-No.
-Well, you're going to.
No, I'm not going to.
I told you
I'm not going to dance!
-I want to talk to you!
-Leave me alone!
That's enough of this nonsense,
you hear?
It's a hesitation waltz.
You wouldn't force Lucille
to dance with you?
Why not spend a few weeks
in Venice?
Alone or with me.
The Mediterranean cures all.
You said so.
The Mediterranean.
You've been here long?
Quite a while.
I'm all worn out, Diane.
What happened to your cheek?
A misunderstanding with someone.
Not a bad guy.
We made up for it at the bar.
What are you looking at?
Just looking, that's all.
I've only been up here twice.
You said it was more comfortable
at your place.
You're implying
the past tense, Antoine.
Don't let it worry you, Diane.
You're perfect...
even at this hour.
Well, thanks.
You seemed to be in
a great big hurry a while ago.
May I know the reason why?
Yes.
I'm in love with Lucille.
You mean you're her lover?
Here?
Yes, every afternoon.
Don't you think maybe
you might have told me earlier?
I wasn't sure.
I was jealous.
I had to be sure.
Anyhow, she's not in love
with me.
Since you couldn't
be sure of her...
you kept me around
just in case?
But that's not the point.
Do you mean to say there was
never any love between us two?
I'm sorry. Never.
What?
"Perfume."
Is it my turn?
Is it my turn, Carmichael?
It's your turn.
Well, gentlemen, "perfume"...
seven letters,
double-letter count...
plus twenty points
for going out.
You stole them, of course?
No, you can't accuse me of that.
They're all my squares.
Then you cheated.
Never cheated in my life.
And must you rob me
of my pleasure?
I'm bored the moment
I play a game to win.
Seventy-eight points for me.
-Mark them down, then.
-I don't want to keep score.
-Put it down.
-all right.
Your last word, what was it?
"Garden," right?
And mine was "perfume."
Yours was "perfume," right.
Double-word score,
and I went out, too.
Let's see, that's a triple.
What do you do
with a "Q" and no "U"?
Hold it.
Well, I'll have to pass.
Sorry, Carmichael.
You'll have to excuse me.
Hello?
No, the boss isn't here now.
He'll be back at three o'clock.
Have a look.
You won't regret it.
Why? What is it?
Look down there.
He's the one I told you about.
Not bad at all. You'll see.
Doesn't hear me.
Have you got a match?
-Sure. What for?
-You'll find out.
Watch this.
Hello!
Come on up.
You know the way?
By the staircase, there.
You go on with what
you were doing.
Ah. How are you?
Have you met Edward?
Antoine.
-Delighted.
-How do you do?
-Long time since I've seen you.
-Yes. It was sixteen days ago.
Exactly.
The night of my birthday.
You have work to do, don't you?
Why, yes.
Please feel free to look around.
There are a lot
of interesting things to see.
Is painting a passion of yours?
No. No, I prefer sculpture.
Aha.
Well, then, dear fellow...
-I'm mad about sculpture.
-I know what you mean.
I adore volumes, forms,
materials.
What's this we hear about Diane?
Broken up with her, have you?
Yes.
Your information's correct.
And now she's all alone,
like me.
Like you.
Like Lucille,
weeping alone on the beach.
-Weeping on the beach?
-Mm-hmm.
Like these figures there
silently weeping.
We can't see it.
Their backs are to us.
I don't have to explain
what you already know.
She's crazy about you.
That's what brought it all on...
her slowly turning
into an alcoholic at St. Tropez.
She's languishing alone
on the beach.
-She's alone?
-Hmm? More or less alone.
There's nobody with her.
It's fascinating, isn't it?
The confrontation
of those two worlds?
Why, yes,
she must be all alone...
because Charles
just returned to Paris.
Poor Lucille. My friend
Carmichael saw her yesterday...
stumbling along on the pier.
tell me. You're not
inventing that, Johnny?
Not at all.
You're a great guy, Johnny,
but you're looking at a fool.
So long, Johnny.
Hey, you don't even know
her address.
-I'll find it.
-Or her phone number.
You can phone from here
if you'd like.
Tahiti Beach.
You're wanted on the phone.
Who is it?
I don't know.
I didn't get his name.
Hello.
Hello, Lucille?
This is Antoine.
-Antoine.
-May I come see you?
Why, yes.
When?
I'm at the airport.
I'm leaving right away.
Could you meet me in Nice?
Yes.
Yes.
Antoine, come right away.
Hurry.
Come right away. Hurry.
I read the last two books
your company published.
-Did you like them?
-Yes.
I was in charge
of the one by Metivier.
I thought that was the best one.
I'm starving.
Where shall we eat?
We're going to the station.
We'll take the night train...
and tomorrow morning,
you'll tell Charles.
all right.
Come inside.
No.
I've said all I had to say.
Antoine's waiting in the street.
Come inside.
Now listen...
you've got to believe me
when I say that I love you.
You've got to understand
that whatever happens to us...
I'll never be able
to get over you.
I'll never forget you,
never replace you.
Antoine's in love with you
for himseIf...
where I'm in love with you
for you alone.
And where Antoine
wants to be happy with you...
I'd go without you
if you'd be happier.
Look at me!
He's going to be resentful
of what you are--
easygoing, gay...
almost cowardly.
all the things that I love most
about you, he'll hate in you.
But if he ever harms you...
or if he doesn't
give you back to me...
in a month or three years
unchanged, then he'll pay.
But remember one thing.
If there's anything you need...
you'll have it,
no matter what it is.
Do you have to leave now?
Yes.
Take with you whatever's yours.
No.
Why not? Would he object?
No, I would.
Ah.
Well, this way...
I can at least look at
your dresses in the closets...
your car in the garage.
You could be gone for longer
than you think.
Who knows?
Charles...
No.
Charles...
No.
Don't you think
you've taken much too long?
I want to say good-bye
to Pauline.
I made some marmalade for you--
the kind you like most.
Take a jar with you.
Don't you worry about it, child.
It'll work out.
How difficuIt men are,
aren't they?
You'll be back.
No.
Oh, I could lie in bed all day
Lie in bed all day
Got to do it gently.
While sun pours through
the window--
Sun pours through the win--
My glass ran over.
I've never been so happy.
-Look what you're doing.
-Here's to holidays.
I propose a toast
to our vacation.
Lovely. It's so cold.
Is that all?
Oh, it's so good.
Don't bite.
The end of the vacation,
Antoine...
the end of a perfect summer.
We'll have to go back
to work again.
You won't be beside me
the whole day long.
Our vacation--
nobody I know would believe it.
We were so happy and so...
You were so jealous
of every man.
I was petrified
that you might leave me.
How happy we were together.
-You awake already?
-Mm-hmm.
Mm. What nerve.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to wake you.
What time is it?
It's almost 8:00.
-Did you sleep well?
-Yes.
It was pouring when I got up.
Oh, this weather.
And if the bus does come...
there won't be any more room.
I don't see what you're
running from. It's only rain.
Only five passengers.
Seventy-one.
-Did you see that?
-Seventy-two.
I've been standing here
for an hour.
Sorry. I'm sorry.
Did you see how she shoved me?
The nerve of some people.
-You take it.
-Thank you.
It's a long way to the Louvre
without a car.
You don't ever go out.
You should.
You should get some fresh air.
Oh, sure, air.
Have you seen my hair?
That's a man every time--
"Get some fresh air."
It's a lot better than being
shut up in here, isn't it?
It's when I'm outdoors
that I'm shut up the most.
Oh, no! You wait hours
for a bus that never comes...
with all those people shoving.
Here, I feel human.
There's space. There's no rush.
Oh, I'll have to go
to the hairdresser.
Not till
the first of the month.
Antoine, are you annoyed?
Not at all. I know it's silly,
but I'm worried.
If you don't do anything
all day...
you'll end up bored
with yourseIf...
sick of yourseIf and me
and of us.
I know what you think,
but you don't understand...
that I'm never bored
with myseIf...
and I'm quite happy with you.
You don't need anyone,
least of all me.
And what's more,
I'm not completely sure of you.
Who knows? You might start
seeing someone here...
every afternoon like we used to.
You mean you suspect me
of having a lover?
I can't be sure.
It's possible.
No, all I wanted to say...
is that you ought to find
a job you like.
Do something where you get out.
Keep in touch with life.
Oh, life.
I've had enough of it.
Yeah?
I'd like to know when.
Look, I was just going
to suggest something.
It's perfect for you.
I'm sure it wouldn't take
any time to arrange.
Lucille, do you hear me?
Lucille?
Yes, my dear, I hear you.
There's no one l'd rather hear.
This is important, really.
You could've fooled me,
the act you put on.
This will change your life completely.
I'm dying to hear what it is.
-Are you sure?
-Sure.
Pay attention, then.
I'll explain it to you.
-It's very simple.
-Stay where you are.
I'm afraid
I'm just not interested.
Now listen.
Two black coffees
and a lemonade.
He's stupid, that jockey.
I wouldn't worry about it,
not with Carolus tomorrow.
-Carolus?
-Yeah, and at ten to one.
If you don't tell Antoine,
I'll give you ten francs.
Strictly between you and me.
-Here.
-Right.
Devils. You're not to have
anything to do with that crap.
But I don't.
Be a good girl.
-You could say hello.
-Hello.
Did you give any thought
to last night's discussion?
Why, yes. Really.
Your idea is very appealIng.
You may have quite a time
finding me a good job...
even with your contacts.
But I'm warning you.
If I'm hired,
the fat's in the fire...
because I know
what it takes to succeed.
To be successful,
you need courage and ambition...
a sense of direction,
and a bit of good humor.
Mm-hmm.
Would a whiskey be all right?
A whiskey
at the end of the month?
Sort of a celebration.
That position we discussed,
it's all set.
-What did you say?
-You got it.
I spoke to the boss.
There's a job for you...
in the archives,
starting Monday at 9:00.
-You're fooling, aren't you?
-Absolutely not.
You're not fooling me, then.
-Aren't you glad?
-Yeah, sure. Delighted.
It's just lovely.
But it's not a permanent thing.
No, but with ambition...
good humor,
plenty of perseverance--
-Sure, sure.
-The fat's in the fire.
The things you make one
go through.
-Aren't you glad?
-Yes. It's terrific.
Maybe now you'll allow me to--
-Sure.
-Good.
Here you are, Etienne,
for Carolus.
Oh, I see.
I'm beginning to understand.
It's a question of one side...
spying on
the other side's spies.
Counterespionage,
is that the idea?
Here you are, the file
on the Red Guard spot.
Lucille, when you finish,
bring me file number 72-90.
Lucille!
-What was that number?
-72-9-0.
I asked you for the file
on Igor Stravinsky.
There you are. You got
to get upstairs right away.
That file on Israel
is in a complete mess.
What? It took me three days
to prepare.
I'm sorry. It wasn't enough.
Who is it for?
This is ridiculous.
Put this one
where it belongs now.
Surely you don't expect it
till tomorrow.
By the way, I almost forgot
to tell you the bad news.
We're working until midnight.
That's just delightful.
Antoine?
Antoine, I'm sorry, but
I've got to stay late at work.
I hate to leave you alone.
It's mean of them not
to have told us before now.
I couldn't give you
a fair warning.
-My pictures.
-Right away.
-When?
-Tomorrow.
Supposing you went down?
Maybe Etienne
would make you a sandwich.
Uh-huh. We don't see each other.
It's so sad.
I don't have any more time
for you.
No. It's sweet of you, but if
you're tired, don't wait for me.
Antoine, I love you.
Hey, you know, they're delighted
with your work here.
-Really?
-I heard them say so.
You ought to accept
Laurent's luncheon invitation.
He's rather nice and not stupid.
And he loves women.
I have no intention
of having lunch with him.
You'd better watch it.
Your navel's showing.
Boy, she's all right,
this Lucille.
They should commit that one.
Well, I think I'll get a bite.
Shall I come with you?
Would you rather be alone?
-Sure you don't mind?
-Oh, no, I'll be OK.
I'll go find Sirer.
He's nice to go out with.
He makes conversation.
He's not bad.
Sounds enchanting.
Don't be catty, dear.
He's my lover.
Oh, pardon me.
Lucien.
Same thing, please.
What's this?
Aren't you eating today?
-No, I don't feel like it.
-It's the weather, huh?
-What's wrong with the weather?
-It's lousy.
Young lady, do you think Lucille
might be good enough...
to present herself
in my office?
Lucille? Lucille?
What are you doing back here?
I've called you ten times.
You're wanted upstairs.
-Huh?
-I said you're wanted upstairs.
Oh, I'm not going.
Why not?
Because of this.
Here, look at this.
Oh.
-Don't be foolish.
-You're the ones who are fools.
Look, angel, if Antoine
would phone me later...
will you say that
I've just gone out on business?
Where are you going?
-On vacation.
-But where?
To Paris.
Oh, boy, I've had it.
Hey, watch it, watch it.
Listen, Etienne. I discovered
the truth with a capital "T."
-No fooling?
-Listen to me.
-Hold it.
-I'm in no hurry.
all right, let's hear it.
"Respectability,
that's what did it.
"I found out a long time ago
that it's idleness...
"which breeds all our virtues
that are most bearable--
"contemplation, equitableness...
"laziness,
letting other people alone.
"Plus good digestion,
mental and physical--
"the intelligence
to concentrate our attention...
"on the pleasures of the flesh--
"eating and evacuating...
"and fornicating
and sitting in the sun"...
"than which
nothing is better...
"nothing to match...
"nothing else
in all this world...
"but to live
for the short time...
"which you are alone
on this earth...
"to breathe, to be alive,
and to know it."
William Faulkner, my friends.
There you are.
I've made my decision.
I'd leave you to make of it
what you will.
Good-bye. Good-bye.
I'll meditate on what you said.
How was your day, Lucille?
Let's hear.
Magnificent. There were a lot
of problems that came along...
which are well on their way
to be solved.
I'm going to start by compiling
background stories...
then feature writing,
and pretty soon doing articles.
Great.
The boss offered
to give me a raise.
And what's more,
I feel that I'm headed for...
a most unique position--
the most unique ever.
Have you been celebrating again?
-Of course I have.
-You see? I was right.
And I'm proud of you.
I don't want you
to be proud of me.
I want you to love me.
That's all.
You understand?
I want you to love me.
Just love, that's all.
See you later, darling.
Next stop, please.
-Good afternoon, madame.
-Good afternoon.
Won't you sit down?
I want to sell this necklace.
Really?
It's one of yours.
I would like you to make
a copy of it, too.
Mm-hmm. That's easily done.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I think I recognize it.
If my memory serves me,
it was a special order...
for Mister...
Mr. Charles Blassans-Lignieres.
I don't have much time...
but I don't need
much money for it, either.
Very well, madame.
We'll certainly do our best.
If you'll excuse me
a moment...
I think it can be done.
-Of course.
-Just a minute.
You'll notice the workmanship
is excellent.
Well, it's the sapphire there.
I don't know
if I like the sapphire...
-with the--
-turquoise--
...with the turquoise
on the side there.
We can change it for you.
Excuse me just a second.
Would you mind
if I offered you that?
Or that?
Really. I'm serious, miss.
I think you've got the wrong...
No?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.
Then I wonder
if you might at least...
like to have lunch with me
somewhere.
You know,
there must be some mistake.
-I don't understand.
-You see...
I don't know anyone in Paris,
and I'm lonely--
lonely and bored.
-Are you American?
-Yes.
What are you looking at?
At that column.
And if you really want to know,
I've climbed to the top...
with the only man
I'll ever love.
There will never be
another man for me.
Light?
How does one go up to the top?
You call the porter
of your hotel...
but I'm warning you,
the stairs can be murderous.
Ah, of course.
I guess I'll go to
my solitary lunch without you.
Yes, you will.
Before I go, may I ask you
what's your first name?
Lucille. And yours?
-Peter.
-Peter.
Good-bye.
It's been a pleasure, Peter.
Thank you, Lucille.
They gave me a raise.
-And we're celebrating?
-Yes.
Well...
-Run, run, run, run, run!
-Go! Come on!
-Faster!
-Run! Go on, faster!
Run for it!
That's it! Go!
Go on, run!
Damn it! Aw.
It's a fix.
all right.
That's enough.
I get the picture.
She's not here. How long
has it been since she left?
Excuse me.
I've got a phone call to make.
You've been at it
for half an hour.
-You can forget it.
-But I'm not finished.
She could be at the bar,
or I don't know where.
-Just tell me.
-all right. She quit.
-What do you mean, quit?
-She walked out three weeks ago.
-You're crazy.
-Please let me go!
They haven't seen you
for three weeks.
You haven't been paid a cent.
Another tie.
Where do you get the money?
And those records?
And everything else, huh?
And where did you have lunch?
You're screaming.
Do you suspect me
of streetwalking?
Don't be ridiculous.
I don't know what you did.
I only know you've been
lying to me for three weeks.
That I know.
Is it Charles?
-Charles?
-Yes, Charles.
Your sweaters,
these ties of yours...
your records, your life.
No, not from Charles.
It's Faulkner.
As for the money, I sold
my diamond necklace for it.
You're wearing it right now.
But this is a phony--
just a copy.
You'll see. It'll shatter.
It didn't break.
It's still phony.
I couldn't bear that job.
-After one month?
-Yes, after one month.
I traded the diamond necklace
with the jeweler...
for a false one.
But what have you been doing
all day long?
-Nothing.
-Nothing at all?
Nothing at all.
I played records. I read a lot.
I took long walks
and dreamed of being with you.
I was happy.
No, Lucille.
You don't think I believe that.
You must believe it, Antoine...
because there's
nothing more to say.
I even told you
I'm not made for work.
It was making me sick.
It was making me ugly.
I was miserable.
Can you really blame me
for that?
all right, but why didn't you
try to explain it?
But you were happy.
I was happy when you were.
Look, I live with you,
I sleep with you, talk to you...
and I don't know
what's going on.
-You're driving me crazy.
-Yes, but since I love you--
You love me.
Loved by who, by what?
Am I loved by a woman,
a flower?
You're there. You may as well
be anywhere else.
I want to be right here.
What in God's name
do you want to do in life?
To love you, love you, love you,
love you, love you!
Damn it.
Oh, God.
I think you can see
the apartment from here.
Yes. There.
You see the red curtains?
It's right below that
on the seventh floor.
No. I'm sure it's
in that building over there...
on the seventh floor...
between the two little windows.
and the big one.
That's where your two rooms are.
You heard the traffic noise
when we saw it.
It never stops. It's terrible.
I don't understand
how people can do it...
with two or three children.
And no more money
than we have, either.
Don't ask me to.
I'm very sorry,
but we'd better take it.
With the baby we'll need
more than one room.
Lucille,
l'd like to know one thing.
Do you want to have
that baby or not, huh?
Do you want him or not?
Maybe later on, but not now.
Can't you just see
a child of yours, of mine?
He'll follow us around.
He'll look at his mother.
We'll laugh together.
Don't think
I haven't dreamed of it.
But we can't have a baby
growing up here.
I just couldn't.
It's impossible. Look at it.
It's too big.
Hello, Miss Lucille.
Hello, Jean.
How have you been?
Just fine.
Is your wife any better?
Oh, her asthma, you know.
We used to use these
when I was young.
Only they tarnish so easily.
There's a terrific
new polish out.
You simply put it in to soak,
and it's finished.
You've lost some weight,
haven't you?
No, I wouldn't say that.
Are you still having difficuIty
with the gardener?
I bet you haven't heard
the latest.
I told him to repaint
the garden furniture in white.
You're already here.
I hope I haven't
kept you waiting.
So pretty.
I'll always remember
the fragrance.
Would you like a whiskey?
Oh, no, thank you.
What's wrong with your voice?
I've been working too hard
and talking too much.
Now, what are those worries...
that you refuse to speak about
on the phone?
Charles,
I'm going to have a child...
but I don't want a baby.
I'm not ready now.
I need money.
I saw one of those doctors here,
but I got frightened.
I've never understood why...
you always seemed to enjoy
sitting there.
Perhaps you really should
have a child.
Perhaps not.
You sure
you don't want to keep it?
-No, I don't.
-Life is all backwards.
I just wish I could be
the father of your child.
I would've provided you with
two nurses if you'd wanted them.
But you wouldn't even want to
have a child of mine, would you?
No.
You don't want anything
of your own--
no house, no husband,
no children.
Nothing. It's very strange.
I've often wondered
if you have any parents.
Oh, by the way,
thank you for helping my mother.
I know you kept on
sending her money.
I'm fond of your mother.
I forbid you to let him
pay for that, do you hear me?
I forbid you to let him
pay for that.
Antoine...
all right, so I'm
in no position to moralize...
but there's a limit.
You borrowed the money you need
from your old lover...
for murdering the child
of the one you live with. No!
I suppose it's more moral
for me to get cut up...
by the butcher
you're able to afford.
He'd let me die
on the street...
and that's exactly
what would happen.
Please keep your voice down,
damn it.
You have a strange
sense of pride, Antoine.
Well, Lucille,
can't we please keep it?
We'll make out all right.
I'm sure they'll give me
another raise.
We could put it in a nursery
during the day.
It'd be arranged.
It's not as if
the world's come to an end.
Maybe not for you,
but it's the end of my world.
I mean that.
You can be quite a coward.
What an egotist.
When you're 60 years old
with no one around you...
you won't get by
on your charm anymore.
No one will care
if you live or die.
I'll have myself
to thank for it. ls that it?
That's about it.
You don't think you're being
cowardly, hypocritical?
It doesn't matter
what I have to go through.
all that bothers you
is that Charles is paying.
I want you
to give me that check.
No.
Then you'll tear it up.
No.
It's not in there.
I don't want to. Please.
I'm not able to.
Listen to me--take your time
to think it over carefully.
But I told you I don't want it.
Lucille...
I'm not able to.
It's wrong for us...
for me, for you, for the child.
It wouldn't be right.
I'm simply not able to.
If only we lived by the sea.
You could have been a fisherman.
And I would cook
the fish you caught.
We would live like--
It isn't us you mean.
You mean yourself, Lucille.
When I talk about me...
I'm talking about the woman
you love, just as she is!
I'm going to get the tickets
this morning for Geneva.
Are you afraid?
Just very tired.
Very tired. Very...
We've been talking about it
and nothing else.
I wish you understood me.
I don't feel very well.
You need more rest.
I don't want you walking
for miles...
in the Luxembourg Gardens.
Don't worry about it.
will you promise me?
all right. I promise.
See you tonight.
Excuse me.
Johnny!
What are you doing here?
Just admiring
a romantic encounter...
without daring to interrupt it.
You realize you're sitting
at the table of Lenin.
tell me, how are you?
How's everyone
in our little group?
They're fine. I'm fine.
We all are.
And you--are you happy?
Very happy.
You sure?
They say happiness
rarely ever shows.
You're the same as ever.
You used to dress
more fashionably.
I had more means then.
It's a pity.
I would have thought
you might ask about Charles.
You know that he's been ill.
What's wrong with him?
He's thinner, much thinner.
Not as strong as he used to be.
He doesn't
seem to enjoy anything.
Even if
you don't feel like it...
you really
ought to telephone him.
It may be more than just
discouragement.
These days, one can usually
expect the worst.
It's not that bad.
I was in bed with bronchitis
for a week at Christmas.
But I got over it.
You swear that's all it was.
Good Lord, of course I swear.
What do you want me
to do anyway?
Johnny made it sound
as though...
you were suffering from cancer,
to be exact.
Cancer?
That's why you called me
on the telephone?
You didn't want me
to die all alone.
I don't want you to die at all.
Your hair's just as blond...
your eyes have
the same twinkle...
and you're more beautiful
than ever.
Do you think so?
Didn't anyone tell you?
Yes, but I never
get tired of hearing it.
Of all people...Claire.
She's not as pretty.
I have been wondering
if you're free Thursday.
There's a formal reception
at the La Moll's.
One of their concerts.
They're doing
a sonata of Mozart...
the one you like so much.
You remember?
You know, the sonata
where he always repeats...
that same phrase,
that same little phrase...
the same 4 notes which obsessed
him throughout his life.
But then it might be
rather awkward.
Why would it?
I don't know if
Antoine likes music.
Maybe an invitation from me...
would annoy him.
I think it would.
Give me that
before you break your wrist.
That's it. Elegant.
Do you think
that would take long?
Six minutes.
I nearly phoned you...
at the publisher's
this afternoon...
to ask if we could meet
for an hour.
I had in mind a small hotel,
the Crystal Hotel.
My mother always used to stay
there when she was in Paris.
What does your mother
have to do with it?
Nothing.
It's just that the hotel
is next to your office...
and my mother
always stayed there.
I almost rented a room.
I meant to, but I didn't.
What stopped you?
I guess it's because
your work is important.
It'd be wrong
to distract you.
Lovely, isn't it?
If you distract anyone,
l'd prefer it to be me.
But I didn't mean anyone else.
I didn't want to distract you,
I said.
It's one of those words...
that describes exactly what I mean.
Antoine...are you not happy?
As happy as you could be?
Yes. And you?
Yes. Very happy.
But I would not enjoy
watching it without you.
You'll love it.
This horror movie is good.
It's terrific. One of the best.
Is it long since you saw it?
No, but it's a while back.
I'd love to see it again.
Please stay then
and forget your dinner.
But, sweetheart,
it's an editor's dinner.
You know I'm stuck.
We're presenting my new edition.
It's very important.
See you later.
It won't be too spooky for me?
No, I'm sure it won't.
See you later.
-Antoine!
-What?
Wait a little.
Come here.
Turn around.
That coat you're wearing
looks terrible.
For the price...
Look, Lucille, I have to walk
a mile to get to the dinner.
-Don't get upset.
-Good-bye.
See you.
Hello?
Lucille.
Hello?
How are you?
No, of course not.
But tonight I'm going to
that concert at La Moll's.
Yes, the one I mentioned.
But I'm not.
No, no.
I've decided to go alone.
What do you mean,
nothing to wear?
Wait, just a second.
Hello? You've got
Well, I'll go change.
Antoine, it's me.
You woke me up. What time is it?
A bit past midnight.
How come you're still out
at this hour?
I'm with friends.
I won't stay long.
Well, did you like it?
Yes, it was beautiful.
Good. Come home soon.
I'll leave the key in the door.
Try not to wake me.
I have to get up early tomorrow.
Good night, sweetheart.
Stay here.
Julie, switch the phone on.
Antoine?
I spent the night with Charles.
Antoine, it's finished.
No, you were not happy
with me anymore.
Neither was I.
But it was not your fault,
not mine either.
I'm gone.
No, it's finished.