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She closes her mouth again and he puts down the cup.
55.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Good.
Then she spits it all out like a fountain. After a moment of
bewilderment, he slaps her.
SILENCE. He’s frightened by his own gesture. Then he puts
down the cup and sits on the chair beside the bed. They don't
look at each other.
LONG PAUSE.
ANNE:
(softly)
Help... help...
PAUSE.
GEORGES:
(softly)
Please, forgive me.
PAUSE.
ANNE:
(softly) Help... Help... Help...
Help...
SCENE 51 - INT. APARTMENT - DAY
The various paintings hanging in the apartment. Without their
frames. Like views on various realities.
SILENCE. Sometimes, the REMOTE sound of TRAFFIC in the
distance.
SCENE 52 - INT. HALLWAY - LIVING ROOM - DINING ROOM - DAY
Living room.
Georges is drinking tea and reading the newspaper. SILENCE.
Suddenly, the DOORBELL RINGS.
Georges, annoyed, puts down his newspaper, gets up, goes into
the hallway and goes to the front door.
GEORGES:
Who’s there?
EVA’S VOICE
It’s me.
56.
GEORGES:
Eva?
EVA’S VOICE
(a bit irritated) Yes.
Georges, panicked, thinks for a few seconds.
GEORGES:
Just a minute.
He goes toward the bedroom door, locks it and puts the key in
his pocket. He goes into the dining room, also closes the
door leading to the bedroom. He comes back. He is about to go
toward the front door, but remains motionless an instant,
opens the door of the toilet that is located just nearby,
flushes the toilet, closes the toilet door again and opens
the front door.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Hello.
A brief kiss hello.
EVA:
Hello. What was going on?
GEORGES:
I was in the toilet. Sorry.
He closes the front door behind Eva, indicates the direction
of the living room.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Come in.
Eva points to the bedroom with a questioning look. He shakes
his head as if to play down the question, and indicates back
in the direction of the living room, as if to say: “You
understand, huh?“. Eva is slightly irritated, but follows him
into the living room.
He closes the door.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
Why this unannounced visit? Where
have you come from?
EVA:
What’s going on with Mom?
GEORGES:
Nothing. What should be going on?
57.
EVA:
Well... (gesture toward the
bedroom)
GEORGES:
Don't you want to sit down first?
Eva wants to answer, but finally gives in and sits down.
Georges does the same.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
So why are you in Paris?
EVA:
What’s going on with Mom? Why don't
you answer the phone? After our
last conversation, I left four
messages on your answering machine.
Why don't you call back?
GEORGES:
Sorry. I didn't listen to it.
Forgive me.
EVA:
Don’t you realize we’re worried?
GEORGES:
Your worries are no use to me.
Eva glares at him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
No, don't get me wrong. I’m not
criticizing you. I just don't have
the time to deal with your worries,
that’s all.
EVA:
Dad...
GEORGES:
No. Let's stop this conversation
right there. I’m taking care of
your mother. It’s a full-time job.
And I’m not saying that to
complain, just to explain why I
didn't answer your phone calls and
why I don't want to have any
pointless discussions on the
subject. Your mother is just as
could have been expected: bad the
whole time.
(MORE)
58.
GEORGES (CONT'D)
She is turning more and more into a
helpless child, and it's sad and
humiliating, for her and for me.
And she doesn't want to be seen in
that state either. Even the last
time you visited, she didn't want
you to come. You two have your own
life. Nothing wrong with that. But
let us have our life too. Even
though it's a lousy one. OK?
EVA:
Dad, what’s the matter?
GEORGES:
Nothing's the matter; your visit
caught me by surprise. And I'm
annoyed that you show up here to
check that everything's OK. Who do
you think you are?
PAUSE. Eva is speechless.
EVA:
I...
Then she gets up and makes to go to the door.
GEORGES:
Stay here, will you!
She stops short, looks at him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
(softly, but insistently)
Please!
She hesitates a moment, but winds up leaving the living room.
WE HEAR HER PASS IN THE HALLWAY TO GO INTO THE BEDROOM AND
HER VAIN ATTEMPT TO OPEN THE DOOR.
EVA (O.S.)
Mom? ... Mom??
Georges remains seated, motionless, until she comes back. She
seems upset by the situation, as one would expect.
EVA (CONT’D)
Tell me, what’s going on? Have you
gone crazy?
GEORGES:
Please, sit down.
59.
EVA:
I don't want to sit down. What’s
going on here?
GEORGES:
(quietly)
Nothing’s going on. I want to spare
us all a pointless drama. I presume
your mother is asleep. She mostly
sleeps the whole day. And then she
wakes up at night. If you really
want to, we’ll go and see her in a
little while. Now, sit down. OK?
They look at each other.
Reluctantly, Eva heads toward her armchair and sits down.
PAUSE. Then Georges goes on in a quiet voice:
GEORGES (CONT’D)
We do our speech exercises every
day, or we sing together. Most of
the time, I wake up around 5. At
that time, she's still awake. Then
we change her incontinence pad. I
rub cream on her to avoid sores.
Then, around 7, I try to persuade
her to eat and drink. Sometimes it
works, sometimes not. Sometimes she
tells me things from her childhood,
then for hours she calls for help,
and then an instant later she's
giggling away to herself, or
crying. Nothing of any of that is
worth showing to anyone.
SILENCE. Eva looks down. Finally, she says:
EVA:
(softly)
You can’t stop me from seeing her.
GEORGES:
(also softly)
No.
They remain seated for a moment, finally Eva gets up. Georges
follows her into the hallway.
He unlocks the door and they enter the bedroom.
The bright light from outside filters through the blinds.
60.
Eva goes over to the bed, looks at Anne. Finally, she
caresses her face, shyly and clumsily. Anne opens her eyes.
Looks at her. No movement.
EVA:
It’s me, Mom.
EVA (CONT’D)
(helpless)
Can I do something for you? Mom...
ANNE:
Mom... Mom... Mom... Mom... Mom...
SILENCE.
Georges has remained by the door. After a while, they both
leave the bedroom, cross the hallway to come back in the
living room.
Georges closes the door. For an instant he puts a consoling
hand on Eva's shoulder. Then he sits down.
Eva, trying to compose herself, goes toward the window and
looks outside. Suddenly she starts sobbing.
After a while, Georges gets up and goes out of the room. Eva,
vexed, blows her nose.
Shortly after, Georges comes back. He has another teacup in
his hand, puts it down beside his on the table and sits down.
GEORGES:
The tea isn’t very hot any more.
Eva turns toward him.
GEORGES (CONT’D)
But it does make you feel better.
After a short PAUSE, Eva comes toward the table. Sits down.
He fills her cup.
EVA:
Thanks.
She takes the cup, drinks. Replaces it. Still can’t bring
herself to look at him.
61.
GEORGES:
It was silly of me to lock the
door. I’m sorry. You took me by
surprise, that’s all. I’m sorry.
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