Five Day Lover Page #4

And we would socialize

with all of Paris!

I adore you.

Antoine?

Don't sleep on your back,

you're snoring.

Me? Snore?

Never.

Ive never snored.

Well, in that case...

One must not snore

until the age of 50.

I came back here to please you,

to chat a little.

You have a strange way to chat.

Come here.

I am very happy with Paulin.

He paid attention,

and he's becoming efficient.

You have hair growing on your nose.

Why not?

He may be an orphan,

but it didn't affect his character.

Do you want me to pull it out?

-Paulin?

-No, your hair.

You know, he's a real nice man.

I was really impressed by his hands

when I first met him.

Weren't you?

It's really irritating.

Oh, you know, itll pass.

I will raise your children.

What are you talking about?

-Claire...

-What?

Clear... By the clear fountain

I went strolling by

Why are you singing?

Me? Singing?

So I sing, I snore,

I am a bother.

Well, then,

I will leave, my dear.

No, come here.

Let's snuggle.

Ouch!

Fine, it's your house,

but you make it a little too obvious!

I have anxiety, I have doubts,

I need sleep.

-Take some pills.

-I'm trying to keep it together!

I sing to entertain you,

and you pull my hair out!

And you talk about Paulin.

This inept piece of fabric.

Paulin! You talk to me

about Paulin.

To me! For whom a woman is

the most precious gem in the world.

Me, who loves all women,

from Venus to Joan of Arc.

All of them.

And you, in particular.

Paulin, really.

No, I'd rather not talk about him.

Actually, I am not unhappy

you started this discussion.

I can't do this any longer.

Are you sleeping?

You too, are beautiful.

Antoine?

Antoine!

My little darling slept on the stairs

so he wouldn't bother his girl.

You slept with your shoes on!

You're all rumpled.

You look miserable.

No, no!

I'll make you a nice cup

of coffee with some croissants.

No!

You don't want to have a bite

of your little Madeleine?

You don't want

to tell me what's wrong?

I was joking, you weren't irritating.

No, no no.

Listen, Madeleine.

We need to talk

about our situation.

Sure.

I know that some people enjoy

being mean,

but believe me,

I am not like that.

Do you want me to help?

When you least expect it,

lives go on different paths,

and you're faced with a dilemma.

Crossroads.

Roads where things go awry.

Your pronunciation is incorrect.

You're going to give me

lessons now?

I am sorry,

but it's like "rye" or "pry".

-You said it like "hairy".

-Fine, leave my hair alone.

Anyway.

You meet someone,

a man or a woman...

A man?

Does he have blond hair?

Is he short and podgy?

My alter ego, in other words.

Who is it?

You don't know her.

I can picture her

as if she were my daughter.

You think so?

I would really like you

to meet her, actually.

-Sure, I'll go have coffee with her.

-l have made up my mind.

Are you leaving me for her?

-Please, she's a classy lady.

-So, you're staying.

I love a woman,

and she loves me.

-And she's rich.

-Very rich.

-And you're taking advantage of her.

-Certainly not.

-Don't worry, that'll come.

-l would never tolerate it.

You won't tolerate it the first day...

Are you done?

-And how will you make a living?

-l'll figure it out.

-You'll give her my money, maybe?

-Don't be rude!

I'm done with your money.

Done.

As I told you,

I am going back to work.

The job I had when I met you.

Selling insurance,

going up the stairs, door-to-door...

That's how I knocked at your door.

And you regret it?

Fine. You refuse to understand.

I'm leaving.

I was hoping you would remain

my dear, old friend.

No, thank you, Mario.

From now on,

I am taking the metro.

Yes, and watch out!

-Mario?

-Yes, Madam.

My dearest Mario,

you're going to tell me what you do

in the afternoon with Mr. Antoine.

-I am silent as the grave.

-I'll let you think about it.

Halavoine & Co.

Life insurance and other disasters

I am listening.

Do you remember me?

My name is Chrier.

What is it? Remorse?

You're coming back?

Well, here is the thing,

Mr. Halavoine.

May I?

There comes a time

when you tell yourself,

"Life is at a crossroads.

There are several roads

you can take."

-Would you have a light?

-Certainly, Mr. Halavoine.

So, I said to myself,

"Your health is back,

you can go back to the job

you're made for,

that job you love

where you've proven yourself."

So I thought,

"Let's go back to Mr. Halavoine."

I'll give you one last chance.

You'll start from scratch.

Thank you, Mr. Halavoine.

Thank you.

-I'll start whenever you want.

-Right away.

Halavoine & Co.

Life Insurance and...

Let me introduce myself.

Halavoine & Co.

Insurance for life and hail.

-You have the wrong address.

-Oh, I know.

Antoine Chrier,

Halavoine & Co, Life Insurance.

I am their main agent.

Do you live here? Perfect.

You go down the stairs

four times a day.

One slip and you break

your thighbone. Hospital, fever.

You come out of there with a limp,

you relapse, and this time, you die.

I came at the right time.

With a ridiculously low premium,

your death will make you rich.

No, it must be next door.

It's not here.

Halavoine & Co.

"The Little Grey Cat"?

Definitely not here.

-Oh, crap.

-You're welcome.

Right, sure.

But most of all, don't tell anyone.

Oh, yes.

The sun will come out.

Right.

I've lost it.

I am really bad at this.

Have you been waiting long?

Oh, no. Waiting is marvelous.

Half of love is waiting.

-Where did you learn this?

-At home.

Daddy was a pastor.

You said he owned horses?

-Me? I said that?

-Yes.

It's not true.

I am yours.

Well, it's not that simple.

I thought about it.

Lt might be difficult.

I walked here.

I crossed the Seine.

It was beautiful, so beautiful.

Tell me, could you bear

with a simple life, to live with me?

With you?

You should buy a houseboat.

We would have a little dog

and boxers of all colors drying

on a clothing line on the deck.

A houseboat?

You call that saving money?

You're boring me

with your money talk.

-You're not fun.

-Men don't have to be fun.

Come here.

Lt will make you forget all that.

Claire? Mrs. Thibault?

Mrs. Thibault, your friend.

Yes.

You knew

and you didn't say anything?

Me? Make you sad? No.

Since when are they having

their little affair?

-A month, at the most.

-Do they see each other often?

No. Only from 5:
00 to 7:00 p.m.

Everyone does that.

Every day?

Not on Sunday.

Mrs. Thibault goes hunting.

Hunting?

Oh, of course.

She's wealthy.

-I don't mean to gossip...

-But?

But it was inevitable that Mr. Antoine

should be attracted to her wealth.

-Mario, you just gave me an idea.

-What?

We're going to have some fun.

Good evening, my dear.

Is somebody home?

Well, I never!

What is it?

You're gorgeous!

And you've put on weight!

I haven't seen you forever.

It's ancient history.

You, on the other hand,

haven't changed one bit.

-Claire isn't home?

-I thought she was with you.

I know.

She'll be here any minute.

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