Contempt Page #2

Once he's back from Spain.

Roberto said he'd be back Friday.

Red velvet. It's that or nothing.

Okay.

Set the table while I take a bath?

I wanted to take a bath, too.

You go first. I can do some work.

No, I'll go later, while it's cooking.

Is there any faggiolini left?

Don't like it? That's tough.

I can set the table.

I was just doing it.

I bought something today.

You'll tell me what you think.

What thing?

What thing?

Don't look yet.

You want to go to Capri?

What?

You want us to go to Capri?

I won't say no, but I won't say yes either.

It would be a vacation.

Besides, he didn't invite me.

What?

He invited you.

Not me.

Where'd we put the mirror?

Not at all. We were both invited.

Look.

Doesn't it suit me?

No, I prefer you as a blonde.

And I prefer you without a hat and cigar.

It's just to look like Dean Martin in Some Came Running.

- What a laugh! - What is?

You may want to look like Dean Martin,

but it's more like Martin's Ass.

Who's that?

Never read the adventures of Martin's Ass?

One day he goes to Baghdad to buy a flying carpet.

He finds this really pretty one,

so he sits on it, but it doesn't fly.

The merchant says: "Not surprising."

Are you listening?

"Not surprising.

If you want it to fly, you mustn't think of an ass."

So Martin says:
"Okay, I won't think of an ass."

But automatically he thinks of one, so the carpet doesn't fly.

What's that got to do with me?

Exactly what I was saying.

Well, I don't get it.

That's enough. Are you finished?

No need to change the water. I didn't use soap.

You've been acting weird today. What's wrong?

Nothing at all.

I knew you'd say that.

There is something. Is it that girl?

It's nothing, I tell you. I simply said you were an ass.

Not the same sound all over.

Why don't you want us to go to Capri?

Because you're an ass.

You frighten me, Paul.

It's not the first time.

Why didn't you answer instead of standing there?

Why'd I marry a 28-year-old typist?

It's true...

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Go to Capri if you want. I don't feel like it.

Besides, I don't like thatJeremy Prokosch. I told you.

Why? He do something to you?

Not a thing.

Why the thoughtful air?

Maybe because I'm thinking of something.

That surprise you?

No. Why?

An idea.

Come with me. I don't want to go alone.

You've been acting funny since we met that guy.

No, I'm not funny.

I wonder why you say that.

Just because.

We were fine this morning.

And now we're fighting over nothing.

What's going on, sweetie?

I want to have fun. Nothing's going on, Paul.

I'm afraid I'll get bored there.

I'm not going.

I'm not going.

Seen the house being built across the way?

It's a real horror.

If you love me, just be quiet.

A husband has the right to know why his wife's sulking.

I'm sure it's that girl.

Drop dead!

No, Camille isn't here.

I thought you'd lunched out and gone shopping.

She just walked in the door! Your mom.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You're out of your mind, old man!

Why tell Mom I was out?

I don't know why.

I know why.

To find out if we really went out to lunch

and if I wasn't lying earlier.

That's it.

Try that again and I'll divorce you.

Get up!

What are you doing?

I'm sleeping on the couch.

When, tonight?

Every night, starting tonight.

Don't be angry.

I just can't sleep with the window open.

We'll close the window.

You always say you can't breathe. No, we'll sleep apart.

Thousands of couples do it.

They still get along fine.

What did I do wrong? Tell me.

I'm sorry I said you were out. Is that it? Forgive me.

Let me by.

Is that why you're in a bad mood?

Yes, but I'm not anymore.

I'll be just fine here.

I really wonder what I did.

You're so mean all of a sudden!

Me?

I'm the same as always.

You're the one who's changed.

Ever since you've been with movie people.

You used to write crime novels.

We didn't have much money,

but everything was fine.

What's this? - Give me that.

"Partito Comunista Italiano. "

You never said you joined.

That was two months ago in Paris.

Give me that. - Let go! You'll bruise me.

- Don't talk to me like that! - And don't you either!

I'm working for you. This place is for you, not just for me!

Please, Paul, I don't want to argue.

I don't want to go to Capri, either.

Why not? Don't be stupid. Go.

Paul, come here.

What?

No, I've lost interest.

Tell Prokosch when he calls. I won't talk to him.

Come here.

Why won't you do the script now?

I'd have done it out of love for you.

But you don't love me anymore.

That's news!

"I hosted a skin contest among three beauties.

They asked me to be the judge.

They showed me their dazzling nudity.

The first had a gently curving back

with round dimples.

The second parted her legs, her snow-white skin

grew cherry-red, not crimson.

The third was as still as a quiet sea.

Her delicate skin rippled gently,

shivering involuntarily."

We'll just mortgage the flat when we run out of money.

Something makes you think I've stopped loving you?

Yes.

What?

Everything.

But what, for instance?

First tell me if it's true.

No, you tell me first.

What makes me think you've stopped loving me?

The way you've begun to talk to me.

You weren't like that this morning.

Or yesterday.

It's the way you look at me, too.

"The problem, in my opinion,

is in our conception of the world.

A positive view or a negative one.

Greek tragedy was negative

in that it made Man a victim of Fate,

as embodied by the Gods,

who abandoned him to a hopeless destiny."

Why'd you say it was the open window?

There's something else.

I think so.

"Man can rebel against things that are bad, false.

We must rebel when we're trapped by circumstances, conventions.

But I don't think murder is a solution.

Crimes of passion serve no purpose.

I love a woman, she cheats on me, I kill her.

What's left for me?

I lost the one I love, since she's dead.

If I kill her lover, she hates me, and I still lose her.

Killing is never a solution."

Look, Camille...

I'm telling you, I give you my word,

I can't sleep with the window open.

I need peace and quiet and darkness.

I swear it's true.

And you move around too much. You keep waking me.

I want to sleep alone from now on.

You don't want to make love?

Listen to the jerk.

Is that a mocking smile or a tender smile?

A tender smile.

So, answer me!

If it were true, I'd tell you.

A woman can always find an excuse not to make love.

But you're really a jerk.

Vulgar language doesn't suit you.

It doesn't suit me?

Listen to this...

A**hole.

C*nt.

Sh*t.

Christ almighty.

Craphole.

Son of a b*tch.

Goddamn.

So,

still think it doesn't suit me?

Why don't you want to make love anymore?

All right.

Let's do it, but fast.

I'd been thinking Camille could leave me.

I thought of it as a possible disaster.

Now the disaster had happened.

We used to live in a cloud of unawareness,

in delicious complicity.

Things happened with sudden, wild, enchanted recklessness.

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