Aux deux Colombes Page #7

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Why not?

For 22 years you were

Rosario's mistress,

wizout knowing it,

during your amnesia.

What a terrible disgrace!

He did it for your own good.

It calmed you down.

Might I hear the result of

this secret discussion?

- No.

- No?

- What?

- An impression.

- Out with it. We're nearly wrapped up.

- Monsieur...

These ladies are disputing you.

And I can quite understand that.

But while they tear each other apart

they ignore you.

It's all about...

"I want him, he's mine."

You don't have any say.

Isn't it possible for these women

to go along with

what you want to do?

In God's name!

- The maid's come up with a good idea.

- You think so?

I think that these two ladies should have

some confidence in themselves.

I really do.

- What's your opinion?

- I have no opinion.

It's for the ladies to respond.

Choose away!

You have to be

a good loser, in life.

Just think about me

saying :
"Choose."

She has courage.

"Make your choice my love."

How presumptuous she is!

"Take you time,

"...choose well. And off YOU go!"

Look at us.

Think about our

good and bad points.

- Don't have any pity for the other one...

-just follow your heart...

...and your senses too...

you've got to think of your pleasure.

You've got to think of

your well-being.

- Think of the future...

of your old age...your health.

Think of yourself.

Don't give us a thought.

You're all that matters.

And for that...

WE SAY TO YOU:
CHOOSE!

Jean-Pierre.

- The poor man.

He's going to choose.

Truly?

- YES.

- No, but...

- Truly?

- YES.

- All the same to me.

- Can't be.

- But it is.

- That's no good.

- Why?

Not to tell ze truth

under oath.

But I did just tell the truth :

it's all the same to me.

I'll explain what I mean.

It'd be insolent of me not to.

If it's Marie-Thrse,

what would you do?

Kill myself...I told you.

If it's Marie-Jeanne,

you'd seek revenge.

I didn't say that.

Youd seek it and you'd find it.

How's that the same?

What do you mean?

Your second wife frightens you?

I can't believe it.

I don't think the sing-song

about suicide's believable.

Choose, Jean-Pierre.

We'll see if she kills herself.

Be brave, darling.

Let her get revenge. Choose!

Well, if I don't choose,

it'd be for the reason

that my hesitation doesn't date

from today.

As early as the first day

I saw you both, I hesitated.

What I'm saying is

you've both pleased me already.

Having had the first one,

I seized the opportunity

to marry the second.

You loved us both?

I'd rather put it

as one, then the other.

My hesitation has brought me to...

one or the other?

- No different?

All the same, it was me

who you chose to start with.

- Not all the same, no.

My marriage request to your father

was put thus :

"I have the honour to ask

for the hand

"of one of your daughters."'

couldn't choose myself.

Madame, you made me tell

the whole truth...that's it.

When your father replied :

"Be nice and take the older one",

I took the older one.

That was the basis of

I regret to say, Marie-Thrse.

- You regretted it?

Yes, darling.

But...Marie-Jeanne...don't you cry.

I regretted you

for 22 years.

In that case, I'm the one

you have to look after.

Because I regretted

your sister as well?

No, no.

- What do you want to do?

- Do something.

You want I should do something?

You want me to

make up to them?

Give me a minute...

I'm going to perform a conjuring trick.

I just thought of something

when talking about your father.

Darling, have you thought to tell

your sister

about her inheritance.?

My "inheritance"?

- She didn't say anything to you?

- No.

I haven't seen her.

Maybe this is the moment.

Your sister's unhappy.

Papa left us 20 million each.

"20 million"?

- And you've got it?

- It's in a bank.

- Which...?

- Royal Dutch.

A big apartment block in Rio

and the rest in dollars.

You own half of the building.

- It's wonderful.

- It's all incredible.

I didn't know he was so rich.

He had some and then by chance

his second wife died

He was happy.

After losing the first one.

There are some who get it all.

Yes, but where does this put us?

Always back to the same point :

to the saga of a marriage

filled with seeds of discord.

- Where's the money?

- In Paris.

Oh, good.

You have the proof.

Look at the difficulties

we have leaving...

- He didn't have anything in France?

- A villa in St Raphal.

I love the south of France.

Would you like to resume

this conversation in half an hour?

Would you like to be together?

That'd be nice for you.

Angle, give the ladies some tea.

And some small cakes.

Poor papa.

- How much in dollars?

- That depends on the exchange...

See you.

You're not going to believe this...

From now on,

nothing will surprise me.

What's going on?

Those two ladies entertained themselves

for a half an hour.

Now the two of them are both undressed,

and asleep.

- No?

- Yes, they're sleeping.

- Maybe it was the champagne...

- How come?

They preferred champagne

to tea.

They're on their second bottle.

- You want to look through the keyhole?

- Not my style.

- It's a pretty sight.

- I see enough of them here.

You seem preoccupied

about something.

No. I'm distraught.

YOU are going to get me out

of this predicament!

Didn't you once work for

some Russians?

Ah no, monsieur.

- They were Serbs.

- That might be much the same.

I'd like to know,

if kissing on the mouth

is a religious custom

in orthodox houses?

- Just between men.

- "Between men"?

Yes. Because between a man and a woman,

it means something else.

- You don't say!

- It can't be a prayer.

Could be a request.

- Exactly.

- Thank you, Angle.

So they're still asleep?

- That's a bit disturbing.

- Why?

Them sleeping together means...

I can't count on anything

or anybody.

That must be a worry,

if you talk about it.

It's quite useless to talk about it.

It'd be frightful,

if they both stayed.

- Do you have to admit that?

- Don't you?

No way!

If they both stayed...

I would not be happy.

- Is that a threat?

- I was joking.

- I'm not so sure you were.

- Me neither.

Not ashamed?

No? Be ashamed.

I'd have no hesitation choosing

between those ladies and you.

To prove it, I'm going to

keep a room at the hotel.

It'll be for one of the ladies

or for yours truly.

- You wouldn't rather phone?

- No.

While they're sleeping, I'll take the chance

to get a breath of fresh air.

If who I think should turn up,

have her wait.

That lady would wait.

Monsieur?

Madame.

You're leaving me alone with them.

- Call 1630.

- What's that?

Police emergency.

- Where is he?

- He's gone out.

Get us some more champagne.

- In the bedroom?

- No, here.

Here we go!...

Opra 3850.

What is it?

- It's a phone number.

- You don't say!

- A woman's?

- No, a man's.

- Yes...it's for you.

- What?

- Nothing.

- It's an antique dealer.

A trade I'd love to get into...

full of people of taste...

Please.

How much is the dollar

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