Aux deux Colombes Page #8

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worth today?

Thank you, monsieur.

It's much better

than you thought.

Thanks, Angle.

Carlo1822 here.

Get me St Raphal 1219...

quickly...top priority

- 1219 is right?

- Yes.

I've been thinking over your idea

of selling the building in Rio.

I think it might be

a bad move.

- Possibly.

- Let's see.

Should we sell the apartments off

one by one,

or the whole building in one hit...

- This is crazy.

- Let's just leave it.

Where'd you get these pyjamas made up?

My lingerie place. Rue de la Paix.

Keep it as a pattern.

It suits you.

I like it.

- So...

- May I?

What's the garden like

in the villa?

Know nothing about it.

Being in the south, you'd think...

You don't have a photo of it?

I only know solicitor's the name.

- Do you like it?

- What?

- The south of course.

- I like the Basque coast better.

But I'll change my mind

if it's sea-front.

How do you feel about Jean-Pierre's

attitude towards us?

You don't really want to

talk about that, do you?

- Phone.

- It'll be St. Raphal.

Hullo? Here, Mme Walter,

at Blanc-Mesnil.

My sister and I are the owners...

...of the villa called "Blue Rocks".

It's not a villa?

What is it then?

It's a palace.

How big?

How many?

- Hang up.

- Thank you. Au revoir.

An estate of 37 acres.

How big is an acre?

You multiply

the short side by the long side.

Ah yes...

the short side by the long side.

If Madame would be so good

as to come in...

he'll be back shortly.

- Zank you, I'll wait for him.

I'd better warn the ladies.

- Are zey still together?

- Still.

- So we haven't made progress.

- I was thinking the same, madame.

Oh, pardon, madame.

Pretty in here isn't it?

The windows open onto the park.

There he is.

Sitting there without your hat,

you already seem to be

at home here.

You're not startled

to see me?

I'm not "startled"

because I took the elevator.

The elevator was filled with fragrance...

I recognized the perfume.

This evening at the Opra

the spectacle will be in the auditorium.

- I wanted to know what happened.

- Nothing's happened.

Theyre sleeping right now,

stretched out on the same bed.

Let's take advantage of it

to indulge in a dream.

I must talk to you seriously.

At times I've joked with you

a little too flippantly.

Please forgive me for that.

My attitude mustn't mislead you...

our ages are very different...

Sorry...

I thought you said something.

My age stops me from

acting like a schoolboy.

I wouldn't have the presumption...

"Presumption"?

Ah yes...

The effrontery.

- Cheek.

- That's it!

I wouldn't have the cheek...

- Let's call it "presumption".

- Let's not mince words.

I wouldn't have the presumption

to make a declaration of love to you.

Can I love you

when I scarcely know you?

That's obvious.

Therefore...I don't love you.

- I only...

- Yes?

...adore you!

Which pledges nothing to either of us.

"Adoration" doesn't demand response.

That's the advantage it has

over love.

We adore flowers without thinking

they should adore us back.

Give me the freedom to adore you.

In regards to love, we'll wait to agree.

That's something else altogether.

First, know that only

see love as shared.

- In two?

- No. By both.

I'd never be so careless as to

risk a refusal...

If you were ready for love one day,

you'd have to make

the first move, madame.

You smoke too much...

it makes you edgy.

Monsieur...

The ladies would like some

graph paper.

"Graph paper"?

- You don't have any?

- No I don't have any.

They want to work out additions

this way and that.

- They're awake?

- Unfortunately.

Can I give them this old pad?

And any other old pads you can find

Thank you, monsieur.

Thank you, madame.

- Tell me.

- Yes?

Was that marriage proposal

story true?

Absolutely, yes.

I said to myself...

"why pick one or the other"?

This evening I said...

"why keep one or the other?"

- Did both of them please you?

- Yes.

It was 1926.

Things were different then.

Were they pretty?

Were they pretty...?

I'll tell you, madame.

I thought one very pretty,

the other was as she was.

That oddity will have ruined my life.

That's the truth.

I always regretted about the one

I didn't have.

I believed I liked them.

The truth is I could only

have one or the other.

Now that I have the two of them

I'm a bigamist,

but I see that it was the one I had

who made me regretful for the other.

I ask myself, if, over 22 years,

while believing I loved them,

I really rather hated them.

- No... you loved zem, Jean-Pierre.

- So let's take it further.

Let's say I can't love one

without the other.

Having stopped loving

one of them...

I automatically

detach from the other.

Zat's right.

I have seen it happen.

You were cruel to bring up

ze inheritance business.

Oh, the inheritance!

I was keeping that as a tit-bit.

The money's all disappeared

...through corruption.

I was sure that the

prospect of millions

was going to calm them down.

And there you have it...

sleeping side by side.

No harsh words...

just numbers.

Not arguing their rights...

adding up what they might have.

No more digging in,

just subtracting.

No more discord, or division.

No more of the three-way problem.

Now they're doing

multiplications.

And at dinner time,

they're going to sit at

the table of Pythagoras.

And do you know

what I get out of it?

Peace and quiet...

Spoke too soon.

- You should go in.

- Oh, no!

That'd be weird.

- I'll go then.

- I forbid you!

God have mercy!

Will she snatch the villa

from under my nose?

From under your nose.

- Monsieur...

- Yes?

- They're hitting each other.

- "Hitting each other"?

Hitting each other.

Well, listen, Angle,

I guess we'll have to separate them.

That's odd...

that was my first thought.

But I didn't know

what you wanted to do.

Angle's killed them.

Move in now forevermore, madame.

- So?

- It's alright.

- What happened?

- I separated them.

"Separated"?

One of them tore my apron,

but that's nothing.

They're in separate rooms.

I locked the corridor.

They can only come this way.

It'll be a circus.

Sit down.

Please do...

after such a fracas.

Please may I sit

beside you?

Report please, Angle.

What have they broken?

The big violet vase

you didn't like.

Good idea.

The statuette with incense.

I'd never have dared do it.

The old pendulum clock

that's been playing up for 19 years.

- Showing 11.35.

- A present from their mother.

It's proud man who has

two women fight over him.

Oh no! Frankly,

I think it's ridiculous.

Who was ze most

aggressive of the two?

One wants you

as much as ze other.

They weren't fighting

about him.

It was about the villa

they have at St Raphal.

That upset you, Monsieur?

Bit disappointing.

St. Raphal?

On that subject...

St. Raphal?...

October 24.

We have a phenomenon

here.

She knows the saints calendar

by heart.

Is there any saint

whose date you'd like to know?

St. Beuve.

"St. Beuve"?

Angle, go to it.

"St. Beuve..."

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