Five Day Lover Page #5

-Always punctual?

-Always. Like clockwork.

It's nice to see simple people

who are organized.

-Would you like a drop?

-Do you have beer?

An ocean, then!

You're funny, Georges.

Claire must have such fun.

-What is she doing?

-She'll be here soon.

Beautiful!

You've really put on some weight!

Yes, yes, you have.

You're in great shape, Madeleine.

You know that I get these ideas

when I see you...

Me as well.

No, I don't have time.

Do I scare you?

Did you have a message for Claire?

No, I don't think so.

It's a surprise.

Oh, you women and your secrets.

Your gossip!

Are you in trouble?

Is it serious?

-Not at all.

-You can't fool me.

Who would fool you?

Always content.

And happy.

I only count on myself.

You're the only one.

Just you and me!

How naughty!

You've grown taller.

Yes, you have!

-Do you know that...

-What?

-You're really something.

-Calm down, Georges.

-Well, I can't wait any longer.

-What about the surprise?

Oh, I wanted to tell Claire

that I am giving a party on Friday.

Won't you join us?

I rarely go out,

but it will be my pleasure.

I'll make an exception.

It will be very private.

Ill be waiting for you.

Please wear a black tie.

Gentlemen.

I told you we'd be

the first ones to arrive.

-You always have to rush.

-I like to be on time.

Besides, somebody has

to be here first.

It's all right, Miss.

You don't have to do this.

We're the first ones here, well, fine!

Gentlemen.

How are you?

Claire, what are you doing?

She's furious. She hates being

the first one at the party.

But as I told her,

one must be punctual.

Besides, somebody

has to be here first.

Oh, I am spilling everything.

My dear Claire.

I am so happy you came.

Thanks for inviting me.

-May I use the...

-Of course!

Mr. Loriol, this is Mr. Thibault.

Will you show this gentleman around?

Loriol, Loriol.

Lt reminds me of something.

Me as well!

Watch out!

You're gorgeous.

You too.

Did you change your hair?

You looked so good

with that other hairdo.

Pardon me.

Thank you so much for coming.

What about the affair you told me

about? How is that going?

-Good. What about you?

-No. Somebody stole him from me.

Tell me the story!

Oh, it's silly and boring.

As usual.

-A little tart took him from me.

-You don't see him anymore?

I do. He's coming tonight.

This party is like a break-up gift.

He's coming tonight?

What did I hear?

A break-up?

He's coming tonight?

My archivist friend,

I have a question for you.

What do you call a man

who takes another man's wife?

A hard-working man.

What about a woman

who steals her best friend's man?

A lazy woman.

What's wrong?

You're not feeling well?

You're more charming

and more attractive than ever!

My dear Andre.

Your wife didn't come?

Be merry, have fun, celebrate,

go crazy!

You can count on us!

-I am going home.

-No, stay.

Everything will be all right,

you'll see.

Antoine will help us.

I really want to see his face

when I introduce you to him.

-What are you talking about?

-Good evening.

You've got some nerve!

I don't understand

what you're saying.

Oh, but you do.

Fine. So what?

You're not going to make this public

in front of everyone?

What am I supposed to hide

from these gentlemen?

Everything. We must always

hide everything from them.

If you don't understand that,

if you ruin our act.

You're astounding.

I'd really like to know

what your husband thinks

of these nuances.

It's none of his business.

Not our lovely Antoine's business

either?

We're closer, you and I,

than they are from us.

How clever.

Ciao, Renato!

Thibault.

-Thibault.

-Chrier.

Chrier... Would you be related

to the former prosecutor in Albi?

Albi?

He wanted

the Count of Oustressac's head.

And got it.

I don't know.

I was born in Paris, 1 2th district.

The 1 2th district!

Then you must know

Castanets Street, number 1 4.

There is a very interesting marker

there.

I drove my wife there one Sunday.

Quite simply,

it has the shape of a sexual organ.

Oh, this piece of junk.

Would you mind helping me?

Sure. Sorry.

You can pull it.

I am so sorry!

Don't worry. The same thing

happened to me last year.

Here, take this pin.

These parties...

Last year, precisely,

I was with Mrs. Pouget,

a remarkable woman,

a Gallic burial site

excavation specialist....

-Pardon me?

-Gallic burial sites.

She found a pitcher shard

not far from here.

All the evidence seems to indicate

that this was a druidic site.

And bam! I tore my collar.

There we are.

You can pull on it all you want.

-Well?

-What happened?

Oh! Well, allow me.

-Darn!

-Let's not panic.

I can't afford a collar every year.

Don't move.

If only our wives were up to par.

They're never around

when we need them.

You don't say!

Watch out. Here.

Yours as well.

Thank you, my dear Chrier.

Very well, then.

-Pardon me.

-Please.

-Thibault.

-Balpo.

-Valpo?

-No, Balpo.

Then it changes everything.

I knew a Valpo whose mother's

maiden name was Chassagne.

She was very sensual.

-I was wondering if you would come.

-You insisted.

-Who is this crackpot?

-It's a surprise. Come here.

That's nice.

Claire, this is Antoine.

Hello.

My poor Antoine,

you're all emotional.

Give him a napkin, Max.

Where is Georges?

I must introduce them.

-What are you doing here?

-Wipe this off.

-You know Madeleine?

-Of course.

I mean, besides going

to her fashion shows.

Yes... No.

You know how it is.

I met her during a cruise

one weekend.

Why didn't you say anything?

One cannot say everything.

Not right away.

You should leave.

What about her?

Does she know about us?

Why does it matter?

Did she tell you? Did you tell her?

Did you talk about it?

-Of course not.

-Is your husband here?

-Yes. Please, hurry.

-Why?

-I don't want you to see him.

-But why?

Because he has a diabolical instinct.

He would suspect something.

Please, leave.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Sure. See you tomorrow.

Go, quick!

That's not the exit.

Antoine, don't go anywhere.

Georges, let me introduce you

to the man who is leaving me.

So, it's him! Why would you leave

a woman like Madeleine?

For whom?

I must see her.

Claire?

Antoine Chrier,

this is Georges Thibault.

-Georges Thibault?

-We've already met.

Where did you meet?

Mr. Chrier was nice enough

to fix my collar with a pin.

It slipped, like last year.

You remember? At the Pougets'.

Oh, yes.

The Thibaults go out a lot.

Almost every year.

So, this break-up?

Awkward silence.

Tell me, my dear...

Come with me.

Ill fix your collar.

Oh, it's perfectly in place!

Mr. Chrier has the magic touch.

-I insist. Come with me.

-See you later, my friend.

Follow my example.

Listen to the ladies.

Don't you see that Madeleine is hurt?

Your blunders irritate me.

Let's go.

I've never felt so good.

Come over here, Chrier.

Come have a toast.

Who is this individual?

-What do you think of Mr. Thibault?

-He's funny.

Too bad his wife, this wealthy woman,

doesn't buy him shirt collars.

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