Four Adventures of Reinette and Mirabelle Page #5

You stole my money!

I didn't steal it!

I asked you for 6.70 francs...

I did you a favor

because of your sob story...

That's called fraud!

That's your notion,

but I need money, I'm broke...

nowhere to live,

I'm all alone...

I need money and...

Why not say so?

I am saying so...

You see?

You can go see a case worker,

I don't know...

Listen, keep it...

Stop, I can't stand seeing

people crying, it doesn't help.

I'll take my train,

you keep the money...

I haven't made much.

I'll take a franc for the phone.

Go have a coffee,

cheer yourself up, OK?

Bye.

SELLING THE PAINTING

You haven't paid the rent yet.

This month's your turn.

I hoped they'd wait

a little while.

Impossible! You can't fool around

with the rent here,

and if you're late

you pay a collection fee.

I'm going back to the country.

What?

I can't live in Paris without money.

Didn't your grandmother

leave you some?

Sure, but it's dragging on,

it's still not settled.

And your mother?

She hasn't even enough for herself.

No, I'm going home.

You're not that broke,

you can do something.

I thought I'd found a job

with a grocer.

But that fell through.

So I'll go back home.

You can find a better job

than that.

Look at me when I talk to you!

You can find better.

Like what?

You know Spanish,

you can give Spanish lessons.

Or French lessons.

I don't know grammar.

Won't matter,

they're little kids.

They ask the most questions!

I gave a little kid

Italian lessons...

I didn't speak a word of it,

but he had a book that gave

the pronunciation, translated

everything... no problem.

Now I speak a little Italian.

You can do that.

I taught myself all I know.

I can't learn from others.

So how can I teach them anything?

You defeatist!

I still have one small hope.

You know Gontran?

The guy who came by

the other day?

He knows a lot of people

in the art world.

Claims to know a gallery-owner

who backs young painters.

He says that painting

might interest the man.

Great! One more reason to stay

in Paris. Don't panic!

I'll Call him.

Darn,

it's an answering machine!

Hello, this is Reinette...

I'm calling about the gallery.

I'll be home tonight.

Goodbye.

I can't do anything but paint.

When I'm not painting,

I feel I'm wasting my time.

I think I was born for that...

maybe I'm gifted

for other things...

Working with my hands,

for example.

It's wrong

to look down on that.

We need that as much

as we need people who work

with words, like teachers, lawyers...

I like paintings

because you don't have to talk.

I don't like to talk!

Yet you talk a lot about your paintings,

always giving them titles,

explaining them...

always talking about what they mean.

Maybe, but afterwards.

When I paint, I don't think,

don't try to explain anything.

I really try to be

an open door to my emotions,

to let my heart talk.

And the only way to let my heart talk

is silence.

That's the only area...

where they can...

where you can be

really truthful!

Words always cheat.

they're a... a code.

When someone likes my paintings,

I'm sure he likes me, too.

Because it's...

emotion to emotion...

It's direct...

it's... heart to heart.

When you look

at my paintings,

you mustn't talk.

For it to get through...

you need silence!

Don't you think?

I believe you.

You're laughing.

Because you're talking

about how you don't talk.

I have to explain!

No you don't,

I understand.

You go on explaining

after people have got the message.

People who don't know you

might think

you get them for idiots.

Not at all!

It's just the opposite!

I'm trying to be truthful

to be honest

with whoever I'm talking to.

So I search for the right words.

Careful, that can be annoying.

As a kid, it drove me nuts

when my folks kept repeating things.

If you didn't obey them...

That has nothing to do with it!

My mother had this habit...

of saying everything twice.

Like she'd say:

"Wear you white shoes.

Wear your white shoes."

All the adults did that.

Childish as I am,

I don't do that.

No, I don't do that.

I may talk a lot,

but I don't repeat myself.

I try to be precise.

I don't repeat, I don't repeat.

See?

See what?

What?

You do repeat.

You just said

"I don't repeat" twice.

That's unfair!

You didn't answer!

I'll leave if I talk too much!

I can even not talk at all.

As a kid, I challenged myself

not to talk for days.

No one noticed.

Not even my mother.

In Scotland I didn't know

a word of English.

I managed anyway.

We all talk too much,

we all talk too...

Very funny.

Tomorrow, I bet you

I won't say a word all day.

If you want.

Anyway, if you talk,

I won't know.

I can't trail after you all day.

Why not?

You don't have classes.

OK. I can't lose.

You won't last more than an hour.

But not a word, not even a sigh.

We're on!

Cross my heart

and hope to die!

Hold on.

It's for you.

Gontran?

Fine.

Tomorrow?

Can we make it another day?

I see, I see...

No, no,

it's OK, it's OK.

Tomorrow, fine.

Thanks. Bye.

Was it about the gallery?

We'll put the bet off.

No, I always stick to my word.

That's silly, you'll blow your chance.

OK, let me talk for you.

That's not fair.

This'll bring me luck.

I don't see how!

Leave it to me.

You come too,

but act like you don't know me.

Just the opposite, you'll see.

Do as I say,

you'll thank me for it.

Why? You think it's...

No, believe me.

Call me at the end of the week.

I can only say

what I've already said.

I have to go, there are people

coming in. I'll get back to you.

Think it over.

See you soon.

It's you.

- Who?

- It's to show your work.

No, I came to look.

I'm expecting a girl to come

with her paintings. My mistake.

That's OK.

Take your time, miss.

It's you.

Gontran sent you?

That must be a painting

you've got there.

You'd rather I saw

your portfolio first?

Notice I say "portfolio"

and not "book".

I hate jargon!

Come here.

"Books" are for cover girls.

I said "cover girls"...

Sit down. And not models.

Sheer contempt...

Interesting...

Not bad at all.

I wouldn't call it naive.

Amazing for a girl your age.

How old are you?

Over 15, at least, no?

I bet you're older

than you look.

Not quite 20, though?

19,18,17?

These are closer to mature

male fantasies. Very mature!

My reaction must sound old hat.

Never mind...

You can opt for any approach...

I'm not too happy

with the technique.

Another question,

but you don't have to answer.

In art school, you're told

it's the finished product

that counts, right?

An expert can see

you're self-taught.

Why not?

That's your strength.

Can't call you "naive" either.

I mean in the sense of form.

One detects influences...

May I ask whose?

You must resent that question!

At your age,

you hate being derivative.

Even so, Magritte

wouldn't be far off, no?

Dali?

No? How strange!

I don't dare mention

Labisse or Delveau...

You may not even know them...

You do,

and they've influenced you?

But you do like Magritte?

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