Five Day Lover

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Five Day Lover

Based on the novel

by Francoise Parturier

Are you nervous?

I only do this twice a year.

I am sure it will be a success.

Your collection is magnificent.

Go sit in the room.

You can tell me all about it.

"Volubilis."

I am late.

Thank you for calling me.

If you knew what happened to me.

Quick, hurry up.

We'll talk afterwards.

Children, problems,

you know how it is.

Quick, go sit down.

"Wild Flowers."

-May I?

-Please do, Miss.

"Carefree."

Or should I say Madam?

Yes.

Ah, you're married.

Yes, I am married.

And you're British, too.

Yes.

Oh, I won't hold it against you.

"Fleeting love spell".

-Your glove.

-What?

Your glove. If I pick it up,

you'll get the wrong idea.

That being said,

that's all I can ask for.

I'll drop the other one.

"Snow drop."

-I'll keep them.

-No.

Yes. And I'll name them.

Name them what?

"Queen of Spades."

-Queenie and Meenie.

-Excuse me?

Queenie Meenie Miney Moe.

That's cute.

There's something even cuter.

-What?

-Your name.

Guess.

Suzanne?

Helene?

Claire.

Claire...

Antoine...

Ouch!

Stop it!

Give me my dress.

Don't forget your pearls,

like the other day.

Your husband doesn't like that.

They're too beautiful.

Look, it's almost dark.

All these houses...

All these little boxes

made of little boxes.

Doesn't it make you dizzy,

all these squares,

these drawers made for love?

You can't be dizzy in a drawer.

How many people are like us

in Paris at this hour?

Do you really want to know?

Because of us, yes.

Are they as happy, as crazy,

as free as we are?

My darling.

What are you saying?

You're going to make me sneeze.

That's what I am trying to do.

Well done.

Bless you, Sir.

I think all your wishes

will come true.

Let's start with the first one.

-I wish to find my handkerchief.

-What else?

I always make the same wish.

The first time I eat strawberries,

the first time I eat cherries...

-To eat more of them?

-Yes, always.

-What about me?

-You?

You're all the fruits in one.

You're everything.

Well, it's time to go.

-What time is it?

-I don't know, 7:00 p.m.?

Oh, let's hurry up!

I am going to be late!

Claire.

When are we going to spend

a night together? The whole night.

What are you doing tonight?

I don't know.

I might go to the theater.

With whom?

Oh, it's a business evening.

With Madeleine de Seaulieu.

You know, we met at her place.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Are you interested in fashion?

A little. Also, I've invested

in her fashion house.

Do you know her?

No, no, no.

Not at all.

I don't know her at all,

but I follow all the collections.

What about you?

Where are you going?

There is a reception

at the Embassy of China.

Georges will come home exhausted.

Exhausted and furious

after the council.

It's always the same thing.

Oh, he must be funny,

your Georges.

-Shush!

-Shush!

Shush!

Hide?

Why would we hide?

Hide our love, stifle it?

Don't count on me for that!

You might as well

ask a hurricane to be calm,

ask lightning to be quiet.

What, silence my heart?

Never!

Well, see you tomorrow.

I know you don't want to use my car.

You'll take a cab as usual.

-Greetings, Mrs. Chapuis.

-Good evening, Mr. Antoine.

Mario, can you call me a cab?

What about tomorrow?

Will you call me or come directly?

You know very well that tomorrow

is the weekend.

Georges has a hunting party

with all his guests.

You're annoying me

with your "Georges this,

Georges that."

His Sologne, his rose garden,

his Embassy.

Thank you, Mario.

Do I bore you

with my own family life?

Let's go.

When it's not

about his grand existence,

it's about his depression.

The more responsibilities you have,

the more you need space and nature.

I am really appalled

by your tactless comments.

Do you want this cab or not?

-See you Monday.

-Sure. See you Monday.

To Madam's place.

-Where are we?

-I'll go check.

It's perfect!

Are you sure?

Yes. I'll lift it with one hand.

And again, and again.

The ruffle is flaring up.

That's right.

Flare up, flare up.

We'll make it a little sultry.

Let's see.

But is it really decent?

Im uncovering the knee

so she can kneel and pray.

Yes...

But no.

That's not it.

Something is missing.

A little something.

Mr. Antoine, don't forget

that we were at your mother's.

She talks a lot.

We're a little late,

but still on time.

Sorry, Mario.

I am broke.

Ah.

Hello, my crumpets, my dears,

my doves.

Hello, Mr. Antoine.

So?

I am not happy.

There we are.

Antoine, Antoine, do you know

that you're a genius?

Where we you, rascal?

Thank you, kids.

I am absolutely delighted.

We'll call it "Lily of the Valley".

Come here, Antoine.

I need to talk to you.

Good job, my dear Paulin,

it is absolutely wonderful.

Perfect, charming, very good.

I'll see you on Monday.

I've been thinking of you all day,

naughty boy.

What about you?

Did you think of me?

Oh, you won't believe how much.

Perfect!

We're going to spend the night

together, as lovers, just you and I.

What? You mean, right now?

Come over here, big boss.

Come with your little doll.

I think you need to rest!

Wouldn't you prefer

if we went to a nice... I don't know.

Well, since you don't know,

we'll stay here.

My sweet Madeleine.

-What would you like to drink?

-Your lips!

Bad boy!

Oh, you're tickling me!

-No, I am not tickling you.

-Yes, you are!

How many people are like us,

right now, in Paris?

It's on the meter: 600 francs.

My God, 600 francs!

Well, Mrs. Thibault.

You're always running at this hour.

That's true!

I don't know why I run.

It's about time you came home!

Husbands can wait...

Husbands always wait, right?

Is it you, my dear?

I'll be right there. I'm late.

Oh, yes?

There's a note for you

in the bedroom.

It's from Madeleine.

-I thought you were just with her?

-I was, why?

So, not only do you see her

every afternoon,

but she also sends you notes?

If you had a telephone...

I wonder what you talk about,

you two.

I bet it's not pretty.

Stories of songs and soldiers.

What are you doing?

Running around Paris

is becoming insufferable.

All the dust...

I am putting my face on.

In five years, the situation

will be unworkable.

Unworkable, I am telling you!

-I don't see why it bothers you.

-Why?

We don't have a car.

I am an archivist,

and we don't have a car. I know.

But we can ponder the issue.

Speaking of issues,

I didn't buy shoes for the children.

You forgot to give me

some money again.

More shoes?

Your children's feet grow every

three months, if you want to know.

A car would be cheaper, after all.

Yes! A car!

Soon, I hope.

I am really counting on my glossary.

Are they going to publish it,

this time?

They're waiting for it.

In two months, we'll be well off.

-What time is it?

-It's 7:
35pm.

I set the table

and I fed the children.

You're late.

Come sit down, I'm hungry.

With a car, we wouldn't have to stay

in hotels when we go on vacation.

We could even consider

buying a small piece of land.

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