Five Day Lover Page #6

He's very nice.

He has a pin in his collar,

but he's a nice guy.

-He doesn't bother you?

-No.

Such a ravishing woman

with a husband like him.

I don't see

why that would bother me.

When people

make fun of the husband,

they also make fun of the lover.

I don't find Georges ridiculous.

Claire either.

Do they invite you over

for hunting parties?

I love her.

You love hunting?

I love Claire.

She's not the wealthy woman

you think she is.

-I don't think she's wealthy.

-She thinks you are.

I love Claire the way she is.

Without fortune, without anything.

You're changing, old chap.

I've changed a lot.

I hate you.

I don't know New York very well.

Ive never been there.

But I've studied its map.

I know the place you're talking about.

I know exactly where it is.

-Did you know that Madeleine knows?

-Yes.

-What in the world...

-Yes, exactly, Chrier.

It's a whole world.

There are Turks, Chinese, Jews...

It's the largest Jewish city,

let's not forget that.

This little number she planned

to mock your husband.

She thinks she's so clever.

Forget it.

Let's talk about it some other time.

Let's go over there, then.

I have many things to tell you.

As Davis says,

the future belongs to the masses.

-So, you know, our little problems...

-Ah, yes.

-It's cold.

-Why did you lie to me?

Why these stories

of hunting, castles, horses?

You don't believe them anymore?

It doesn't matter to me.

My God, I am so unhappy!

What about Madeleine?

I didn't know you knew her.

Why didn't you say something?

-What about you?

-That's completely different.

-What do you want?

-A light.

I don't have one.

What did you do with the gold-plated

lighter I gave you?

I don't remember.

It would be nice if you didn't

throw away everything I give you.

-Madeleine, let us go.

-Not yet.

Georges! Georges!

I beg you, Madeleine.

-You don't want him to know?

-Why hurt him?

Georges?

Georges, your wife hasn't been

feeling well lately.

You take her out too often!

Where did Chrier go?

We can't leave Mrs. Blanchet

with the kids all night.

-You can't go home alone, little bird?

-Why? You're staying?

I found a friend.

I am not going to leave him so easily.

Where did he go, that gangly man?

My dear Chrier,

let's not rot here.

Grab a glass, young man.

I am thirsty like a priest!

You know, I like you, Thibault.

That's not surprising!

We do have one thing in common.

-Really, which one?

-We both love striking women.

Look at them.

Lithe, elegant. Such class.

To our ladies!

Both of them!

-We have to go.

-Thanks for coming.

-It was really lovely.

-Thanks for coming.

You mix two drops of anisette,

an egg yolk,

a mint leaf,

and a little maraschino,

and you serve it warm

in a cognac glass.

If I may say, I would not drink that.

Me neither.

Oh, no!

I wonder what they're talking about.

Certainly not what you think

they're talking about.

Georges will always have

the upper hand.

You can't beat a happy man.

So, you love him?

You can have him.

You're leaving already?

Unfortunately.

-Good evening.

-Good evening.

-Good evening, dear.

-Thanks for coming.

-See you soon.

-Good evening.

Is everyone leaving?

You're going to leave me

standing here by myself

like a cheated man?

You can stay.

You again, Madeleine!

Come on.

You see, everyone's leaving.

I'm sorry

but I see twice as many people!

Madeleine, I wouldn't mind

dancing with you.

-Good-bye, Madeleine.

-Can't you wait a little longer?

I'd be delighted, Georges.

Chrier, take care of my wife.

Here, darling.

Gentlemen, a waltz, please.

You'll make my head spin.

It's better than losing it.

I didn't lose it.

Yes, you did.

With whom?

You know very well.

But it's too bad,

you deserved better.

You too.

Well, then,

good night, Madeleine.

My only wish is

to see you more often.

Please excuse her. She would

stay in bed all day if she could.

I'll be in touch.

See you soon.

-See you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow.

You wanted him to come

so he could be the joke of the party,

but the joke is on you.

It's contagious.

Antoine.

Thank you, Sir.

It was great.

I am so happy.

Lt was a great party.

I am so happy.

Congratulations.

Where are you going?

But Georges...

It's not my fault

if you didn't like the party.

If you made a fool of yourself

with your conversations.

What's wrong?

Just dust.

What are you thinking?

I am going out.

At this hour?

I can't go to bed.

Why?

Because you'll be in there.

And I will be forced

to say unpleasant things.

So, I am going out.

Metaphorically speaking.

Do you know what would be nice?

We could go away,

just the two of us.

For no reason.

Just for a change.

What if we went to the North Sea?

The wind there...

The heavy sweaters, the seals.

What is this shirt?

It's my shirt.

My little Georges.

-My little pigeon.

-Yes.

-My little chick.

-Yes.

Tell me what's wrong.

My hat.

You put ideas in my head,

and now, my hat is too small.

Don't be mad at me.

Look at me.

Is this attractive to you?

Georges...

Do you really want to ridicule me?

You're mad at me.

I am mostly mad at you

for not being happy.

You think it's easy?

Yes. You just need

to start being happy.

I'll try.

Talk to me some more.

I feel like I hear voices

when I listen to you.

As if there were poets

behind those trees

who were whispering words to you.

You smell good.

You're tickling me.

When I smelled you the first time,

I knew right away

that we would be together forever.

-Forever?

-Forever.

We've already had one summer.

We're going to endure

our first cold season.

We'll make a fire.

And one day,

you won't be able to leave.

You'll stay in my house,

amenable and always ready.

-Ready to go?

-Sure. Wherever you want.

-No, wherever you want.

-It's the same thing.

I'll give orders to the maids.

The foyer is filled with trunks!

The gardeners await

to send us off with good wishes.

-We didn't forget anything?

-Nothing.

I'll even bring our tapestries.

Like kings.

-Claire.

-Yes?

I'd like to be Georges.

Shut up.

Let's come back to earth, Antoine.

We were lying to ourselves,

but we can't do that anymore.

I don't care about your husband's

imaginary hunts.

And I don't care about the chauffeur

that you borrowed.

If I borrowed a chauffeur,

a limousine, a situation,

it's because I wanted to fit

in your world, your imagery.

I've known that for a long time.

It's only now

that everything is falling apart.

It's the opposite.

Everything is clear.

We can start from scratch.

It's impossible to start over.

We don't have to lie anymore.

Love is a lie.

It's like a bubble.

When it reaches the ground,

it's over.

I've started to work again.

I'll earn enough

to support you and your family.

Georges included?

Look at me, Claire.

You're mine.

Leave Georges.

Move in here.

What I make in one week,

your husband makes in six months.

You would leave in the morning,

at eight.

Even earlier.

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