Blue Is the Warmest Color Page #7

I wore my pants.

Did you wear your pants?

I wore this again.

Thanks a lot.

Anything wrong?

I went out

for a drink with my co-workers.

After work. Why didn't you call?

Did someone drop you off?

Who?

A girl from work.

A girl?

Why'd she drop you off

down the street?

I didn't want to say

I went out with a girl.

Really?

Why am I whispering?

You ashamed to be with a girl?

No, but they don't all

need to know.

Afterwards they start blabbing.

You think I'm ashamed?

Who is he?

Who?

The guy who dropped you off.

Just a co-worker.

You think I'm stupid?

No.

- Think I didn't see?

- He's a co-worker, I swear.

I saw him.

We work together.

Come see.

He's a co-worker in another class.

How long have you been

seeing him?

Since I started there.

Really?

- Why are you lying?

- I'm not.

So why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

Then why the tears?

I'm tired.

I'm not dumb. How long

have you been sleeping with him?

I'm not sleeping with him.

How long have you been

lying to me?

I'm not sleeping with him.

We shared a drunken kiss once.

So why are you crying?

I regret it.

I'm not dumb!

- I swear.

- Don't lie!

I swear.

How long have you been

sleeping with him?

How many times

have you slept with him?

Tell me!

How long have you been

lying to me?

- Since when do you think I'm dumb?

- I've never thought that.

Get out of here! Get out.

I don't want a liar here!

Pack your stuff and go.

Get going.

Get lost!

I slept with him two or three times.

I can't remember.

Two or three times?

I didn't tell you because...

I don't know...

I couldn't explain it.

I knew it was stupid.

I felt so alone.

Are you in love?

Of course not!

I just felt all alone.

I never meant to hurt you.

F***.

I'm sorry.

It's just that...

F*** this!

He's nothing, just a colleague.

It was a stupid mistake.

I swear I never meant

to hurt you.

I promise I didn't.

Adle, stop.

Wait.

You hurt me. It's done.

No, I swear.

It wasn't on purpose.

There's no reason.

You're a little slut.

Little whore.

You get f***ed, right?

You like that.

You suck him off in his car

and then kiss me?

You dare kiss me?

You dare touch me

and look at me?

You do stuff like that?

And then you lie,

you talk bullshit, you talk crap!

- I'm sorry.

- You're a slut!

I don't know

how to ask for forgiveness.

There is no forgiveness!

I never want

to see your face again!

Pack your bags and get out!

Get out of my life!

I wouldn't hurt you

for anything.

Adle, get out of here.

Stop it.

Get out of here now.

Out of my house.

No.

Pack up and get out.

I don't want a slut, a whore!

Pack your stuff!

Let me talk. He means nothing.

I won't talk!

Get the hell out!

I'm sorry.

I don't know why I did it.

Take your clothes.

Let me explain.

- Let me explain it to you.

- Adle, I can't.

Let me explain...

Get lost!

Get out of here!

I never want to see you again!

I never want to see you again!

Never again. Get out of my life!

I don't know...

Think you're the only one

who suffers?

It was nothing. Just let me...

It's too late!

Take your stuff and get out.

No sluts here!

Get out!

I didn't do anything!

Stop! I'm not an idiot!

Don't do this.

Where do I go without you?

Go see that guy!

I don't love him!

It's you I love!

I can't go! What will I do?

What will I do? I'm begging you!

Get out! Get out!

Open the door!

I'm sorry. Let me talk to you.

I'm sorry.

You're just a whore!

Leave now, Adle!

Did you pick these out?

So pretty.

I have so many

I can make a garden.

It's really nice of you.

I can't even hold them all.

Bye-bye, Lili Rose.

That was a great dance you did.

Bye-bye, Maxence.

- Enjoy your summer.

- You too. Good bye.

See you.

Careful.

Not in the face or eyes.

If you get it in her eyes,

no swimming.

- How's it going?

- Fine.

Can you watch mine for a minute?

No problem at all.

Concentrate on our dictation.

On your slate...

No drawing on your table!

"In the kitchen..."

Go on. "In the kitchen..."

"In the kitchen, Mommy..."

Start with a capital letter.

"...is peeling...

"an onion."

Eyes down.

No need to talk during dictation.

"In the kitchen, Mommy

is peeling an onion." Period.

"Laura is playing the violin."

- Is there an O?

- Yes.

What vowel

is in the word "long"?

Concentrate.

Say it again for her.

Shemzeddine, quiet.

You think I enjoy this?

Ready?

If we're behind, it's your fault.

God bless you.

You're not concentrating.

You're distracted.

Dictation is taking an hour.

We could have done it in 15 minutes

and had time for fun.

Who sees mistakes in her sentence?

Are there any?

"In kitchen

Mommy is peeling an onion."

You forgot the word "the".

It's not a big mistake.

You just weren't paying attention.

"In the kitchen

Mommy is peeling an onion."

How did you spell "onion"?

How did you spell it?

It's like this.

Did anyone spell it right?

- Me.

- Really?

Who'll write the second sentence?

Go ahead, Renda.

How are you doing?

It's been too long.

Sit down.

- Want something to drink?

- Yeah, sure.

I got a glass of white.

I see.

Taste it. I think you'll like it.

No thanks, I'm okay.

- Are you sure?

- No, I'm fine.

I called your stepdad.

He said you'd like it.

What do you want?

I'll have a coffee.

Excuse me. A coffee, please.

- Yes, thank you.

- Thank you.

You doing well?

I am. And you? Are you okay?

Yeah.

You have a new hairdo.

Yeah.

It makes me look old.

Not too much.

You still look as young.

It's hard to lose these cheeks.

I wanted to look more ladylike.

I changed my hair to be taken

seriously. But apparently...

I was wrong.

No.

It looks good.

You know,

it happens faster than you think.

Really?

Thank you.

I've never met anyone

who wanted to look older.

And you? What about your shows and stuff?

Is all that going well?

It's fine.

It's all fine.

Tell me.

It's a little...

a little complicated to organize.

Press, journalists.

The price of success.

I see what your fans write

on your site.

Bunch of dykes.

Hey, you asked for it.

I saw your latest paintings.

Really?

You blow me away.

It's new, yet it's still you.

I'm lousy at explaining it.

I'll buy one

once I have some money.

Come on, I'll give you one.

I'll pay you.

No you're not.

Yes.

It's important for me.

I can pay in flesh and blood.

It was a joke. A bad joke...

but a joke.

It was funny.

And you're doing well?

Still with my kids.

I have first-graders now. Older.

I'm a beginner, but...

it's great.

Them too, with their ABCs.

During school break, I have a support

group for the ones with problems.

They're my favourites.

Very special cases, but...

they're magical.

So gratifying when you can help.

I'm having a blast.

They put me to the test,

push my limits.

But it's fascinating.

It's what you wanted.

Yeah, I think.

That's good.

Yeah, it's great.

But time-consuming.

I have no time for myself.

You don't go out?

I do, but with other teachers.

Nightclubs,

Vieux-Lille, restaurants.

Rate this script:5.0 / 2 votes