Head in the Clouds Page #3

And what do I live on?

I'll give you a job as my assistant.

How's the pay?

Good bonuses.

I listen to them every night.

Do we keep you awake?

She can sleep through anything.

She has amazing conversations in her

sleep. Three or four people.

Sometimes speaking different languages.

So, do you accept?

Put it away!

Mama!

How long will it take?

Only an hour.

I want to play!

Stand closer to Auntie.

You odious little boy. How's that?

Now the horrible little girl

has turned around.

Hold your hands like this.

Big smile!

That one's good.

Who's she?

Madame de Crussol -

she flashes her tits all over Paris.

It's propaganda!

Hello. We're just off to the pictures.

Yes, the new Chaplin.

Hello, Gilda.

So, Guy...

you have forsaken London

for the City of Light?

It seems so.

Mia!

Change in here.

Why?

He came to the exhibition.

He won't be seeing anything

he hasn't seen before.

You were part of my sculpture.

You're flesh and blood now.

What are you doing

going out with him, anyway?

I'm curious.

You know what they say about him.

You should hear what they say about you.

Your dresser has excelled herself.

So you're having dinner afterwards?

We haven't decided.

What time should I bring her back?

Shut up.

See you both later.

Bonsoir.

You're a very lucky man

living with two beautiful women.

But Gilda still doesn't approve of me.

Sometimes I think she's jealous.

You seem to have a calming influence

on her.

She used to move in wild circles

but I'm sure you know that.

And you don't care.

No, I don't.

Very commendable.

The past and the future are irrelevant.

The moment is everything.

You know, at first I thought

you were an idealist, a bore.

But you're one of us, after all.

Tell me, as one man to another...

what does Gilda like in bed?

As one man to another?

That's none of your business.

Come on, Mia. Dance for us.

Please?

It's Christmas.

Come on.

All right.

Why not?

Ladies and gentlemen

from the Grand Jeu club...

at the Brasserie Lipp!

The one with the terrible breath?

Mine had clammy hands!

He'd squeeze my wrist each time

he told a joke, hoping I'd laugh!

What are you two talking about?

You.

And what are you saying?

What are you saying?

It's past 4:
00.

We've almost lost Christmas Day. Come on.

I'm starving.

An American turkey made an ill- starred

bid for freedom at Whipsnade Zoo today...

only to touch down in the

arctic fox enclosure with mixed results.

A happy ending for the fox

less so for the turkey.

The weather in...

I'm sorry. I don't understand a word.

You don't need to.

If an animal made those sounds

you'd know it was evil.

All he's saying is that

when Greater Germany is restored...

he'll have no other territorial claims.

And you believe him?

I used to paint pictures of all these places

when I was home from boarding school.

Can I see them?

I threw them all away.

I had no talent of my own.

I just wanted to be van Gogh.

Bonjour, Franoise.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

What are you doing, Father?

I am saving the lives of insects.

I've never seen you so compassionate.

I don't like the popping sounds they make.

Why are you wearing your uniform?

There was a rally in Rheims

the Croix- de- Feu.

Our Popular Front is not

quite so popular here in the country.

The world is veering towards Moscow...

which is a little worrying

for us minor landowners.

But politics has never been

one of my daughter's stronger points.

Take your feet off the couch.

Charles Bess.

Guy Malyon.

You'll be joining us for dinner?

Franoise, two more settings.

Guy recently moved here from England.

So, how's the acting?

I only did that one film.

It was never going to be a career.

Whatever next? I can't keep up with her.

First it was dance

and her room was full of ballet.

Then she discovers Stendhal, and

of course, she wants to be a great novelist.

And then there was what, painting?

One thing I learned from you, Father

was never to dwell on one's mistakes.

Where's my stepmother?

She's probably out walking the dogs.

What happened to that Max fellow?

A light of other days.

I sired a dilettante

in every aspect of her life.

That's why I resent you

for bequeathing me such superficial genes.

It's the 1930 vintage.

No, the '28.

It's silkier.

Less tannin.

They say a winemaker's taste

is the last of his senses to desert him.

But Gilda tells me

that you're not much interested in wine.

I was brought up on Guinness.

We drink Guinness in France.

Very good for an upset stomach.

The old hair of the dog.

Indeed.

Why, Gilda

you're looking very fetching tonight.

She likes to startle me

by wearing her mother's things.

I think she intends to make me feel guilty.

You see

she blames me for her mother's death.

I don't blame you, Father.

Fate deals some people a rotten hand

that's all.

Fate is an excuse for people

who suffer a failure of nerve.

So it was her fault, was it?

No, not at all.

It's absolutely and completely my fault.

I am an insensitive brute.

You see, darling? You married a beast.

I married a beast because I'm a huntress.

And if I can't tame you, I'll shoot you.

Then I must mend my ways.

Isn't your birthday coming up soon, dear?

Now, we must do something

to celebrate this year.

You know I never celebrate my birthdays.

If you're afraid of birthdays already

you'll be a wreck when you're my age.

I can't imagine ever being that old.

Thank you, Gilda.

There's something about that house

that turns me into a monster.

I didn't like his politics

but I enjoyed the repartee.

He ends up humiliating all his women.

You saw her, how hard she was trying.

All he wants her for

is to show her off to his shooting friends.

Mia, we're back.

Close the door. Please!

That bastard.

You don't have to go to work today.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Should we tell the police?

She was a striptease dancer.

They'd say she asked for it.

Then I'll go round and see him myself.

And end up in a cell?

He has powerful friends.

Lucien? Gilda Bess.

Mia doesn't know I'm calling.

She got a little carried away the other night.

Yes, that's right.

I like it the way you do.

And I'm stronger than she is.

I thought we should meet.

I see.

Guy?

Yeah?

Max wants to have lunch today.

He wants to talk about another exhibition.

Do you mind?

No, of course not.

You should take Mia to a film or something.

She needs to get out.

That's a good idea.

Maybe a comedy.

Meanwhile in Spain

the Civil War rages

out of control.

Artillery fire and incendiary bombs

rain down on Madrid

as the fighting intensifies.

The British embassy is hit.

These are the daily scenes

in the bombed- out neighborhoods.

The civilian population

is fleeing the city in droves.

In Paris, Lucille Par

presents her latest creations...

I thought you might change your mind.

My English friend tells me

I'm very stubborn.

I assume he doesn't know where you are?

No one does.

Perhaps I should lock the door.

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