Bitter Moon Page #8

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Jesus, Mimi,

I never get to see

or speak to a soul these days.

It's like I'm in solitary.

Is it?

Look,

I know I deserve

all I get.

I treated you

like a monster.

- I am a monster.

- Tiger!

You don't have the right

to criticize yourself.

That's my privilege.

- I know.

- I earned it.

But I promise,

I will never hurt you again.

You hurt me?

Very funny.

And don't play

with your zizi while I'm gone.

There is no point.

( distant siren wailing )

( door opening )

Oh, thank God you're home.

- You missed me?

- What do you think?

As much as you missed me

after you dumped me?

Oh, no,

not that again.

Please, let's not

have a scene.

Why not?

I love scenes.

I've developed

a taste for them.

In fact,

I can't do without them.

What is that?

What do you think it is?

What do you expect

if you go out and leave me

alone all night?

I wet myself, of course.

Oh, poor tiger.

I'd better change

your diapers.

God, you stink.

Why don't you

just finish me off?

Why don't you O.D. me

or push me down the stairs

or something?

Oh, I almost forgot.

It's your birthday,

isn't it?

Is it?

I didn't remember.

♪ Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you, Oscar,

happy birthday to you. ♪

( doves cooing )

Oscar:

Although she kept me

starved of human contact,

she enjoyed taking me out

because she knew

how much it hurt

to be reminded

of the simple little pleasures

that were denied me

forevermore.

( laughs )

Woman:

Antoine!

( speaking French )

Funny, you might

have been good with kids.

Who knows?

You never will,

that's for sure.

It wasn't that I just

didn't want that child we made.

I-- I didn't think

I was worthy of it.

You could still have some.

Not sure of that.

I'm a safe *** these days.

What do you mean?

That abortion

you so kindly paid for.

It left me

with an infection.

I was quite ill

in Martinique.

Almost died,

as a matter of fact.

You never told me.

Well, I'm telling you now.

Ah, Christ,

what a *** I was.

I despise myself.

I hate myself.

I hate myself worse

than you could ever hate me.

Don't kid yourself, Oscar.

No one could hate you

more than I do.

Why do you stay with me?

You really don't know?

Because you're precious

to me.

More precious

than ever before.

Here.

Oscar:

So there it was.

We needed each other,

she and I.

( water gurgling )

It's getting awfully cold.

Mimi, the water

is getting cold.

Ah, merde.

It's run out again.

- I must speak

to the concierge about it.

- ( phone ringing )

Don't go away.

Allô? Oui.

Oui, et toi?

( laughing )

( Mimi speaking French )

( speaking French )

Oscar:

Mimi?

( laughs, speaks French )

Mimi?

( laughing )

( speaking French )

Mm-hmm.

Man:

Hey, that was great.

Thank you.

You didn't know

I could cook, did you?

Thought I could

only shake a leg, huh?

You shake a leg

real good.

- Better than I cook?

- Sure.

Well, I mean, um-- no.

Well, like you--

you cook real good,

but you could dance

even better.

You just

don't work at it.

What's the point?

I could never dance

as good as you.

- Sure, you could.

- Oh, come on now.

You're special.

Isn't he special, tiger?

Absolutely.

You see?

He loves to watch you dance.

He thinks you're gorgeous.

Right, tiger?

Right.

How about that?

Look at that.

Get a load of that.

Come on.

Hey, Mims,

you're crazy.

Come on.

Isn't that something?

And he's not gay either.

That's very rare.

Show him your extension.

Come on!

How about that, tiger?

You should try it sometime.

Come on, Basil,

dance a little for Oscar.

I don't know.

I ate too much.

No, come on.

The poor baby gets so little fun

out of life these days.

No entertainment at all!

- ( laughs )

- ( slow music playing )

Well?

Come on, don't stop!

Dance! Dance!

( Mimi moaning )

( moaning )

( both grunting )

Oscar:

I'd grown accustomed to being

only half a man.

But that night,

I really hit rock bottom.

It was a kind

of catharsis, I guess.

We both knew

we'd never rediscover

the same extremes

of passion and cruelty

with another living soul.

Man:

Monsieur Oscar Benton...

( speaking French )

Mademoiselle

Micheline Bouvier?

Oui.

Mademoiselle

Micheline Bouvier...

( speaking French )

Monsieur Oscar Benton?

Oui.

( speaking French )

Oscar:

We were like the survivors

of a catastrophe

so terrible

it formed a bond between us

shared by no one else

in the world.

So the relationship

had come full circle.

We'd reached a plateau.

The dust has settled

since then,

but I live

in constant dread.

I'm forever afraid of losing

what's left of her heart

to some lucky ***.

It feels strange

to be confessing this

to someone who's hoping

he'll be the one.

Now don't deny it.

There's only room in this cabin

for one hypocrite.

Well, if you're not

going to stay and have

another drink with me,

you might as well go.

There's no more to tell.

I think I understand you

better now.

And her?

Yeah, and her.

***.

Look... ( laughs )

Let's be adult about this,

shall we?

Yeah, adult-- that's the word.

"Anything I can do,

you can do better."

Feel free.

I won't object

if you have a little fling

with that Italian,

for example.

Uh, Fiona?

( music playing )

♪ And start heading

for the door ♪

♪ There's a very

strange vibration ♪

♪ Piercing me

right to the core ♪

♪ It says,

"Turn around, you fool ♪

♪ You know you love him

more and more" ♪

♪ Tell me why

♪ Is it so?

♪ Don't wanna let you go

♪ Hey,

I never can say goodbye, boy ♪

♪ Ooh, no, no

♪ I never can say goodbye

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, tell it, tell it ♪

♪ Hey,

I never can say goodbye, boy ♪

♪ Oooh, baby

♪ I never can say goodbye

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, tell it, tell it ♪

♪ I never can say goodbye

♪ No, no

♪ I never can say goodbye

♪ Never can say goodbye

♪ I keep thinking

that our problems ♪

♪ Soon are all gonna

work out... ♪

- Taking the plunge at last?

- Yep.

♪ There's that anguish,

there's that doubt ♪

♪ It's that same

old dizzy hang-up ♪

♪ I can't get by

without you ♪

♪ Tell me why

♪ Is it so?

♪ I don't wanna

let you go ♪

♪ No, I never can

say goodbye, boy ♪

♪ Ooh, no, no

♪ I never can say goodbye

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no,

no, no, no, tell it, tell it ♪

♪ Hey,

I never can say goodbye, boy ♪

♪ Oooh, baby...

I think I--

I think I need a drink.

♪ I never can say goodbye...

I said I think

I need a drink.

Can I get you one?

♪ Never can say goodbye...

Can I have a whiskey, please?

No ice.

Hey!

That was some stunt!

Pretty good

for a guy with two left feet.

Well, I don't pretend

to be a dancer.

Just kidding, Nigel.

I'm not so hot myself.

♪ My cherie amour...

Will you look

at that Latin loverboy go?

♪ My cherie amour...

Watch out,

he'll snap her up.

Almost time.

Where is that English rose

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