Bonjour tristesse

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Wait till they see these.

If they like the others,

they'll be crazy about these.

- Like to look at them?

- I'll see them at the show.

This is the best day of my life. I have

my first exhibition and I have you.

Cecile, will you marry me

when I'm a success?

Let's give ourselves a little time.

Cecile!

- Aren't you interested in anything?

- Yes, in going someplace else.

- Where?

- I don't know.

- Alone?

- Yes, alone.

- There. We're engaged.

- I don't want that.

All right.

Then we're engaged.

It's going to be a small wedding,

but you may come.

- Will I see you later?

- Yes.

Where?

I don't know.

I'll be ready in three seconds.

- Any zipping or buttoning to do?

- No thanks, darling. It's all done.

- Are we calling for Yvette?

- She's no longer with us. It's Denise.

- Model?

- Actress. Aspiring. Rather appetizing.

Talented too, she says.

- The usual trinket?

- Not this time. It's pretty, though.

- Like to see it?

- I'll see it later...

...on Denise.

Jacques, there she is now. Cecile?

- Hello.

- I'm so glad to see you.

- I love your dress. Is it new?

- Thank you. You look adorable.

- Raymond.

- And this is Denise... Denise.

- How do you do?

- Good evening.

Cecile, this is Jacques,

who's dying to meet you.

- How are you?

- Fine.

- Have a drink?

- I'd love one.

- I've waited a long time to meet you.

- I'm very flattered.

Now, I'm gonna sit here.

Denise? You sit there.

Deanne there. Paulette here. Cecile...

That's not gonna work.

Let's dance in the meantime.

- May I take you to the races tomorrow?

- I'd love to go. Thank you, Jacques.

After the races he'll tak e me

to dinner and dancing again.

And on Thursday to

the tennis matches.

And on Sunday to the country.

What a waste of time, dear Jacques.

What a hopeless waste of time.

He's attractive. And he's nice.

And I'd lik e to warn him...

...but he wouldn't understand...

...that I can't feel anything

he might be interested in...

...because I'm surrounded by a wall.

An invisible wall

made of memories I can't lose.

Hey, how about a dance?

- Half a dance.

- Better than none.

- He likes you.

- He's very charming.

- How's Denise?

- Great girl.

- This is gonna be a fun evening.

- Yes, wonderful.

It's wonderful luck

having you for a daughter.

The luck runs both ways, sir.

But even with my father

it isn't the same anymore.

Nothing is.

Will I ever be happy again...

...as I was at the beginning of that

wonderful summer on the Riviera...

...just a year ago?

Seven was my magic number.

I was very superstitious then,

and loved it.

Seven and three.

The seven came out of my age, 17.

And the three from the three members

of our very happy household.

Good morning, Albertine.

My coffee, please.

Albertine has the sunstroke.

I'm her sister, Lontine.

So you are. Good morning, Lontine.

Is she very ill?

- You know how it is.

- I know how it is.

- Good morning, Alber...

- Albertine has the sunstroke.

- This is her sister, Lontine.

- I thought I felt a change. Forgive me.

My sister told me what to expect.

Good morning, monsieur.

I don't think she approves.

- They lack imagination down here.

- More likely they have too much.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Did you wake well?

I never do and you always do.

It's repulsively unfair.

- Just you wait till you're my age.

- How's Elsa?

She's asleep.

Look at that wonderful sea.

- High time we threw ourselves in.

- All that vitality.

Elsa?

- Twice more.

- Why?

Three times is good luck.

- Pebbles and all?

- Of course.

Elsa? Elsa?

If you really want it to work,

do it seven times.

If I want that,

I'll pull her out by the hair.

Wait.

Let's smell the day.

Good morning, Cecile.

Good morning, Raymond.

I'm up now.

Two letters for you.

One's from your office.

Throw it away. It's vacation time.

It doesn't say who this one's from.

Look, not bad. Another week,

it'll be flatter than yours.

But you're tempting the devil...

...looking in the mirror before noon.

Do I look that much fatter

in the morning?

It has nothing to do with that.

It's bad luck, that's all.

- Why?

- It just is. You'll see.

Elsa?

- I'm asleep.

- Then wake up.

- It's the middle of the night.

- It's morning.

- It's raining.

- No, it isn't.

It is. Great big drops.

I heard them on the door.

- How do you feel?

- As if I were swimming in sizzling oil.

You do look like a lobster.

You were too lazy

to move out of the sun.

If you really adored me,

you would have moved the sun.

I adore you, all right.

- Good morning, Elsa.

- Good morning, Raymond.

- Up.

- Don't make me move, I'll crack.

- But you can't lie here all day.

- Why not?

- Good morning, Elsa.

- Good morning.

I wish you would explain

to your father...

- Is that my new pin?

- Pretty, I think.

Off with it.

- I thought we were friends.

- So did I.

But then you let him come in here

before I've washed my face.

I am going to crack.

Curiously, you look very appetizing.

Even with an unwashed face.

Thank you, darling.

I have cracked.

- Where?

- Here. Now I'm getting peely.

- I'll be ugly. You'll hate me.

- I can't stand that moaning.

- Where are you going?

- To sleep in the sea.

- You sleep there, I'll sleep here.

- You can't go back to sleep.

- Raymond, no.

- You be careful. She is sunburned.

Raymond!

One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, 10...

...96, 97, 98, 99, 100.

Now, the rain from heaven,

if you please.

None left.

You'll have to go in yourself.

Marvellous, Raymond.

It's like swimming in cool velvet.

- Velvet's always hot.

- Cool silk, then.

- Know where I'd like to be this minute?

- Exactly where you are.

You're exactly right.

Hey, out of my way.

There's work to be done.

Look. The lobster lady approaches.

Guess who?

- Marvellous. She really is a good sport.

- She is.

- I'm glad you like her.

- It's easy.

She's fun and she's unpretentious.

I'm glad you scuttled Yvonne Marie

before summer.

I wouldn't have brought her here.

If you'd met her in April,

you would've.

That's why I met her in November.

I would kiss you for the umbrella,

Raymond, but you are in the sun.

- I mixed three lotions in one jar, Elsa.

- Brilliant.

I don't guarantee

they'll stop the peeling.

I'm in no condition

to ask for a guarantee on anything.

All the way down here

I've been brain-rattling.

- Seriously?

- Yes.

Cecile, which would you rather have,

jewels or furs?

Neither.

Jewellery's supposed to be

a good investment.

And of course, you can wear it

all year round.

But furs feel so good under bare feet.

Are you planning another birthday?

No. And I'm not being hinty either.

I was just wondering.

You see, when we go

to the casino Friday night...

I look like a piece

of old wallpaper.

And I win a lot of money again.

Where is my comb?

There might be one

in the pocket of this shirt.

After all, I won quite a bit

last Friday.

And if I win quite a bit this Friday...

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