Aux deux Colombes Page #9

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It's in August.

The date.

The sixth.

You took a bit long with your answer.

Could you hear anything?

No. That's a worry.

When they're bashing each other..

at least you know what they're up to.

Be kind...

tell me right away.

- Because I'm waiting.

- For what?

What do you mean "for what"?

To know if you love me.

Tell me,

I'm waiting.

You're a jump ahead of me.

Do you love me? Perhaps I can

read it in your eyes.

Perhaps.

Can I leaf through your eyes

for a moment, madame?

You have a good view.

At a distance, excellent.

But we don't even know

each other.

I count on it.

Maybe I don't adore you

personally.

No. Maybe it's that life once again

feels divine.

- You didn't like life any more?

- That was no life.

- You were unhappy?

- Unhappy...amongst other things.

The only things that make you unhappy

are those that could make you happy

- What if I made you unhappy?

- Who told you I've suffered for you?

Tickle...tickle!...

tickle...tickle!...

Please come in.

I can wait 'til

you finish playing games.

We just finished

the first round.

Monsieur...

Madame, can I speak for a second,

would you know the address of a good kinnel.

What's a kinnel?

You know...a kinnel.

It barks.

Ah, a "kennel".

Well... 3 Rue Pasteur.

Madame, tell me...

does the thought of it bore you?

"Zought of" what?

You loving me, helping me.

No, no...

I love fairy stories.

What if one day,

I have had enough?

Enough of me?

Leave the day before.

Because I'm going to tell you...

Women always leave too late.

You're the one who'd cheat.

Me? Oh no, madame.

And I know I'd be able

to convince you.

Tickle...tickle!...

tickle...tickle!...

Come in, come in.

End of the second round.

The beautiful lady's still here.

Monsieur...

Madame, first off,

is asking for the pink dress

with the green belt

that she wore for the election

of President Doumergue.

- They've drunk a lot, eh?

- A bit too much.

In 22 years, her dress never

come back from the dry-cleaners.

But we're expecting it any minute.

Madame, I know

what's going on there.

Those two women are going

to become creatures from hell.

Creatures from hell.

So go and sort it out.

No.

That won't achieve anything.

Neither of them will ever

agree to leave.

What's this?

Goodbye.

Wha...?

I'm leaving.

Don't say a word...don't do a thing.

Too late to keep me.

I've waited in vain

for a gesture from you.

Nothing...,

apart from your reply about the kennel.

That was related at length.

That was to get you to come.

You didn't come.

I understood.

You prefer Marie-Jeanne...

you only knew her 6 years.

You can tell her I left

of my own accord.

You've been very hard on me.

You've shown no sympathy at all.

You loved her...she's my sister...

...so you can keep her!

It's too late,

to discuss money.

I trust you.

You'll protect me well.

Now I'm going to live my life.

Goodbye, Jean-Pierre.

Madame...

Marie-Thrse!

Zat's great isn't it?

- What's great?

- For her to leave like zat.

But she left me the other one.

- That's preferable.

- "Preferable"?!

She is entitled to happiness.

"Entitled to happiness."?

What about us,

the downtrodden masses?

- Goodbye, Jean-Pierre.

- That's out of the question. No.

- Right, now...yes!

- What is it you're saying?

Oh... You've already said it

in your funny fashion.

Would you have said the same thing

if Marie-Jeanne had left?

- Perhaps not.

- "Perhaps not"?

- Surely not.

If Marie-Jeanne had left,

I would have said zat I loved you.

I loathe her!

Admire my frankness

and integrity of character.

Goodbye, Jean-Pierre.

You're staying.

I no longer can.

I implored you

to give her a chance...

- Goodbye.

"Goodbye"?

Yes, I'm leaving.

Don't do anything.

It's too late.

I waited in vain for a word from you.

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

I got nothing except a mocking reply

on the subject of a dress.

She spent some time on the reply.

I would've given anything

for you to 've come.

You didn't come.

It's understandable you

prefer Marie-Thrse...

...you lived with her for 20 years.

You'll be able to tell her

you didn't have to chase me away...

as I left of my own accord.

You've been very hard on me today.

you've shown no sympathy.

But I don't want it from you.

You love her...she's my sister...

Keep her!

All the questions of money...

...will be fixed by law.

You know the horror I have

about anything to do with money.

I trust you. You'll protect me

better than I can myself.

Henceforth, using my independence,

I'm going to live my life.

Goodbye, Jean-Pierre.

Goodbye, Christine.

Marie-Jeanne is leaving,

now you're supposed

to tell me you love me.

They've both gone...

so what do you say?

I love you.

Goodbye, monsieur.

"Goodbye"?

Don't say anything.

My decision is final.

Questions of money

can wait.

From now on, using my independence,

I'm going to live my life.

From the moment

you took in those two women...

"Those two women" have gone.

- You haven't taken in any of them?

- Well...yes.

Three weeks later I learned

that the ladies had become

antique dealers in St Raphael

under the sign of "The Two Doves".

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