Bitter Moon Page #2

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at 10:
30.

I was so wound up,

I'd gotten there

a whole half hour early.

My nerve ends

were jangling like bells.

Here's to old bus route 96.

Man:

Oh, la la la la!

Bonsoir!

Bonsoir, monsieur et madame.

( speaking French

with Thai accent )

( laughing )

Should we just

let him decide?

( speaking French )

( speaking French )

No, no, no,

surprendre-nous.

Très bien, trs bien,

très bien, monsieur.

( speaks French )

( imitating accent )

I hope-- I hope-- I hope

I didn't make a mistake

by letting him order

because I don't speak Thai

so good

and we might have wound up

eating puppy-dog tails.

( laughs )

Do you mind if I do?

( laughs )

( laughs )

Oscar:

There was a freshness

and innocence about her,

an almost disconcerting blend

of *** maturity

and childish naiveté

that touched

my world-weary heart

and effaced the age difference

between us.

My roommate is American.

Cindy. You saw her

at the dance class.

I met her when I studied

in New York.

How long were you there?

- Till my money ran out.

- ( laughs )

- Meaning?

- Six months.

I love New York.

It's the best place

for a dancer.

- Not for a writer?

- No, not this one.

- I love Paris too much.

- Is that what you write about?

Paris?

Paris and people.

Would you let me

read something of yours?

Would you dance for me

sometime?

If you like.

- Promise?

- Promise.

( laughing )

No.

( birds chirping )

I looked all over

for you, you know?

Did you ever think

you'd see me again?

Yes.

Really?

Really.

Really?

Yeah.

You kept it?

My feet are cold.

( exhaling )

Oh, you have a fireplace.

- Does it work?

- It sure does.

Why don't you

relax for a second?

I'll make coffee.

Would you like a hot chocolate?

Oh, yes, please,

chocolate.

- Could we make a fire?

- Why not?

You make the fire,

I'll make the coffee.

And the chocolate.

( whirring )

( beeps )

( doves cooing )

Mmm.

Oscar:

Nothing ever surpassed

the rapture

of that first awakening.

I might have been Adam

with the taste of apple

fresh in my mouth.

I was looking

at all the beauty in the world

embodied

in a single female form,

and I knew

with sudden blinding certainty

this was it.

We didn't leave the apartment

for three whole days

after that.

We were inseparable by day

and insatiable by night.

We just lived on love

and stale croissants.

She chucked her job.

I couldn't bear

to part with her.

"I'd been granted

a glimpse of heaven

and dumped on the sidewalk

of rue d'Assas.

The gates of paradise

had opened

only to slam in my face."

But they opened again, no?

They sure did, baby.

Pretty wide at that.

Go on, don't stop.

Well, that's all there is.

What a pity.

I could listen to you forever.

( snapping )

( carnival music playing )

Bravo!

( speaks French )

Oh!

( man speaks French )

( both laughing )

I love you.

What?

You heard me!

You love me?

( camera snapping )

( slow music playing )

♪ Well, I guess

it would be nice ♪

♪ If I could

touch your body ♪

♪ I know not everybody

♪ Has got a body like you

♪ But I've got

to think twice ♪

♪ Before I give

my heart away ♪

♪ And I know

all the games you play ♪

♪ Because I play them too

♪ Oh, but I

♪ Need some time off

♪ From that emotion

♪ Time to pick my heart

up off the floor ♪

♪ Oh, and when that love

comes down ♪

♪ Without devotion

♪ Well, it takes

a strong man, baby ♪

♪ But I'm showing you

the door ♪

♪ 'Cause I gotta have faith

♪ I gotta have faith

♪ Because I gotta have

faith, faith, faith ♪

♪ I got to have faith,

faith, faith ♪

♪ Baby

♪ I know you're

asking me to stay ♪

♪ Say please, please, please,

don't go away ♪

♪ You say I'm giving you

the blues ♪

♪ Maybe

♪ You mean

every word you say ♪

♪ Can't help but think

of yesterday ♪

♪ And another who tied me down

to loverboy rules ♪

♪ Before this river

♪ Becomes an ocean

♪ Before you throw my heart

back on the floor ♪

♪ Oh, baby, I reconsider

♪ My foolish notion

♪ Well, I need someone

to hold me ♪

♪ But I'll wait

for something more ♪

♪ Yes,

I gotta have faith... ♪

Isn't it dangerous?

Not if you know

what you're doing.

Why don't you use

an electric?

Americans like

electric things.

Ha.

Not this American.

I know.

It makes you feel macho.

Yeah.

You're a real tiger.

( laughs )

( laughs )

You think you're Hemingway.

Hemingway had a beard.

Let me try.

No way, no way.

I value my hide.

- Please.

- No.

Please, please,

just one little try.

( laughs )

Now who can refuse you

anything?

Eh eh, like this.

No, nuh-uh. Yeah.

Not too much of an angle.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

( gasps ) Ah.

Oscar:

Her *** was a neat,

discreet little cleft.

But as soon as

the animal within was roused

by my caresses,

it would stir,

draw aside the silken curtain

covering its lair

and become

a carnivorous flower.

A baby's mouth

greedily sucking my finger.

I loved to tease her ***

with the tip of my tongue

and then abandon it

wet and glistening,

like a little duck

dabbling in a pool

of pink flesh.

Right.

Nigel, come on.

Don't look so shocked.

Eh.

Steady on, old boy.

( laughs )

I'm only going

into such detail

to show you

how completely enslaved I was,

body and soul,

by this creature

whose dangerous charms

have made such an impression

on you.

I-- why--

why do you keep saying that?

You mean I'm mistaken?

Oh, all right.

I'll let it go.

Leave me with my memories.

No, I mean--

if in some way it helps you

to get it off your chest

or something--

What a compassionate fellow

you are, Nigel.

Actually, I-- to tell the truth,

I should be going.

My wife will think

I've fallen overboard.

You know, you'd have made

a very good analyst.

Not many men would have

listened to so much

for so long.

( chuckles )

Yeah.

Well, anyway,

thanks for the drink.

( door creaking )

What I can't understand

is why he'd think you'd

be interested

in all these sordid details.

I haven't a clue.

He probably lets his hair down

every time he corners

a captive audience.

Poor chap.

Poor chap?

He's a verbal exhibitionist.

- Right.

- It's his wife

I feel sorry for.

Yeah.

Did I mention I met her

in the bar last night?

- No.

- No, I didn't, did I?

Was she feeling better?

Yeah, much better.

Much better.

She's not bad-looking,

actually.

Thank you.

They're coming.

What?

Your American friend

and his wife.

Nigel.

Oh.

Just as long as he doesn't

park himself on us.

After what

he told you last night?

He wouldn't dare,

- would he?

- Nigel, old chap.

Good to see you.

This must be

your lovely wife.

Hi there,

I'm Oscar.

Mimi you already know,

don't you?

- Hi.

- Hello.

- So do you, Nigel, right?

- Mm-hmm, yeah. Hello.

Look, I hate to break up

a twosome,

but would you mind

if I joined you?

We had an invitation

to the captain's table.

Trouble is,

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