A World Without Women Page #2

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True.

A bit scary

Hang on...

There are nettles.

Be careful.

Whoops!

This place is great.

Imagine all the kids

that have snogged in here.

Isn't it hard living here,

all year round?

No, it's OK.

I've got friends.

What about you?

- Do you live alone?

- Yes.

- That's weird.

- Why?

I don't know, I was just thinking...

Tell me why you find it weird.

I don't know.

You're pretty,

men must find you attractive...

Men like sleeping with me,

but for some reason it never lasts.

Maybe I'm not reassuring enough.

Well... Not the kind of girl

you want to settle down with.

It's my fault too.

I soon get bored of people.

I'm too demanding, I guess.

Then there's Juliette.

I've never really felt alone.

It's weird when you think about it.

You dedicate 20 years to your kids,

you sacrifice everything,

knowing that one day they'll leave.

What's worse, nine times out of ten,

they say you ruined their life

and they hate you.

Whenever I see my parents

my stomach knots.

But despite that,

we keep on having kids.

Would you like to have kids one day?

I'm not sure. Yes.

You've got time.

You'd be a good dad.

A good husband too.

Really?

I think you could make

a woman happy.

Do you?

- Yes.

- You think so?

- Want an ice-cream?

- Yes, please.

Thanks.

What?

Nothing, I'm just looking at you.

You're pretty.

Here...

Are you a libertine

or a sentimentalist?

So... You meet your single neighbour

at midnight in the stairwell.

Mum, you're such a pain!

Can't you see I'm reading?

This one is beautiful.

A royal coin.

This is a louis.

- And this?

- I found that in Ault.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I'll have a whisky, please.

Can I smoke?

Of course.

It's fine in here.

Have you got a light?

Thanks.

She's a sweetheart though.

Never been any trouble.

I had her young.

Now she's off to study

in the USA for a year.

It's great. You're lucky.

With my second child

it's a bit complicated.

The eldest has just had a baby.

- So you're a grandmother?

- Yes.

Bravo!

- Want to see a photo?

- Oh yes!

She's cute.

He's a boy.

You can never tell at that age.

A nice photo.

Did you take it?

No, a photographer did.

Oh, right.

Can I have a seat?

Sorry, I didn't have time to change.

Next time you turn up like that,

I'm making you strip.

Instead of talking rubbish,

show her your coin.

Careful, it's my grandson's.

Really? Oh, right.

It's from the year 80 BC.

Constantinus.

It's pretty.

It has a nice side, unlike him!

Is that Adam and Eve?

- Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah.

- The same.

- No, I've got work tomorrow.

I'm not lazy like him,

I get up at 5 a.m.

Easy! I'll pay for it.

I don't care if you're paying.

Tell him to get lost, Francine.

Or I'll knock his head off!

I feel like I've got a bodyguard.

All that's missing

is the flashing light.

Do you want a nightcap?

I've got some good whisky.

It's no mansion, but it's cosy.

That's sweet but it's late.

You're on holiday!

True, but my daughter's home alone.

Your daughter's a big girl.

I bet you like summer.

Lots of fresh meat around.

I'm not like that. I'm like

everyone else, looking for love.

Really?

You're a romantic?

Yeah.

- Why are you laughing?

- No reason.

It's been hard since I got here.

I didn't know anyone at first.

All my colleagues

are married with kids.

It's dead here in winter.

I could shoot myself

on Saturday nights.

All the girls get married at 20.

So it'd be nice if I slept with you,

because you're in a pickle?

No, not at all.

I just want to kiss you

because you're beautiful.

Just a kiss.

Wait...

Stop it.

Stop it!

Sh*t!

I've decided not to sleep

with anyone any more.

That's sad.

It's not sad.

Sh*t!

I've had too much to drink.

I'm babbling.

Forget it, I'm going in.

Wait a minute.

What?

Let's get together tomorrow.

We'll see.

- Off you go now, ciao!

- Wait...

Go!

Some women like flashy men

and others prefer them discreet.

What about you, Marie,

would you have fancied me?

Sure.

You're cute, not bad at all.

I'm not too shy?

No.

Just discreet.

- What?

- You're discreet.

How do you find me physically?

Be honest.

Don't make it up.

You're not bad.

You could do something

with your messy hair.

Your polo shirt's nice,

but you could make more of an effort.

Yeah?

The rest is OK, but as Patrick says,

it's the heart that counts.

Look at me.

I'm a bit on the heavy side,

but when I met him I was the same.

So, you know...

How did you meet Patrick?

Haven't I ever told you?

- No.

- I was at the farm campsite,

with my family.

He was with his friends.

Did they chat you up?

Not at all.

Not me, anyway.

How did he go about it?

Walks along the beach.

Then one day he took my hand.

And then was that.

Did he talk to you?

Not a lot.

He said a few things.

Such as?

"Meet me tonight." "I like you."

Little things like that.

It's hard to concentrate

at the beach.

Is that for your studies?

No, it's for me.

But I can't read without a pencil

for underlining.

Yes. That's funny.

I do that too.

It reassures me.

Otherwise I think I'll forget.

Just like me.

Shall we go for a swim?

No, I don't fancy it today.

You can't stay all alone.

Come on.

It feels so nice.

- Aren't you coming in?

- No.

- Don't you swim?

- Well...

What's the matter?

Are you sulking?

Because of Patricia?

Don't worry, nothing will happen.

Women like her

aren't interested in guys like us.

She's just having

a little fun on holiday.

I'd choose Juliette, if I could.

She's pretty.

You've noticed, right?

She's so graceful, don't you think?

But anyway...

Are you crazy?

Stop that!

Calm down, guys.

You're f***ing crazy!

Go see a shrink!

- Calm down.

- All right!

Psycho!

- Calm down.

- Loser!

- You're the loser!

- What?

Loser!

Juliette, don't get involved.

Has she lost it or what?

Calm down, it's nothing.

It's my fault.

I'm going to go.

Hang on, don't go!

Stay, wait!

- It's for the best.

- This is stupid.

We're not teenagers. I'm too old

for snogging at a nightclub.

Fine. OK!

Come on, mate.

Go, for all I care!

I'm going to dance.

- Sorry!

- No worries. Go have some fun.

Yes?

Hello, Sylvain, I was going to call.

At 11 tomorrow morning.

Ten past... I have to check.

OK, I'll leave the keys

in the letter box.

Thanks for everything, Sylvain.

Have a nice evening.

Bye.

That was Sylvain about the keys.

I know, I heard.

Sylvain?

Is anyone there?

I did knock, but you didn't hear.

Want to use the internet?

Yes. Can I?

Sure.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, a glass of water, please.

Here you go.

Thanks.

I'll leave you to it.

OK.

Sylvain?

I've finished.

Already?

Yes, thanks.

I wanted to say goodbye.

- That's sweet.

- No, it's normal.

Have you got an email?

If I want to write...

Yes, it's sylvain80@hotmail.fr.

I'll jot it down for you.

Here.

I'll write to you,

so you'll have my address.

OK.

Do you like strawberries?

Yes.

Help yourself.

- You're adding sugar?

- Yes, why?

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