Heartbeat Page #3

Then again, I could just say

the simple truth.

Charles, forgive me.

I love Antoine.

I wouldn't mind staying

with you...

but Antoine

is terribly jealous. No.

What I'll have to do

is to tell him here...

when he's past the gate.

I might not be able to later.

No. I'll simply say,

"Charles"...

Flight number 801, coming

from New York, will be delayed.

A delay of how long?

What does that mean?

Is anything wrong?

I mean the flight from New York.

We know no more than that.

It may be

the weather conditions.

But it could be dangerous.

Of course not. Don't worry.

Is anything wrong, miss?

Please, leave me alone.

Passengers arriving on flight

may be met at Gate 34.

Charles! Oh, Charles!

I thought the plane crashed.

No, it was nothing.

Really.

The pilot had trouble

with the motors.

And you, how are you?

all right.

Antoine, I went to the airport.

I'd even practiced what to say,

I swear it.

Then, because his flight

was delayed, I...

Just the thought of him dead,

the way I've been behaving...

Though he seemed dead

every minute we were together.

Antoine, it's me.

Things haven't turned out

so well.

Did you talk to Charles?

No. I mean,

that's why I'm calling.

I don't want to hear from you

till you've told him everything.

Happy birthday, Johnny.

There's not much more room

in here.

That's all right. Let us in.

Just a second.

Step into my parlor.

I love your place.

Happy birthday, Johnny.

Thanks, Charles.

I'm delighted you could come.

-Terrific butler, he has.

-She's divine.

You know everybody.

Just make yourselves at home.

-Don't worry about us.

-You know where the drinks are.

You know Estelle, I believe.

That's marvelous!

He always was a practical joker!

What I can't stand...

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

You're looking well.

How are you, dear?

-Good evening.

-How are you?

-Evening.

-Nice to see you.

Lucille, don't run off

like that.

Lovely dress

you've got on, dear.

Oh, really?

I'm glad that you think so.

Both in black.

That's a good sign.

I wore black tonight

because it makes me cheerful.

-Why, Lucille, hello.

-How are you, Claire?

It's been a while, darling.

How have you been?

My dear, what fabulous earrings

you're wearing.

I've never seen you wear them.

Charles went on a buying spree

in New York.

Not bad.

Wasn't that worth waiting for?

Everyone gather round.

It's time that I blew out

the candles.

You'll all help me out...

because my wind's

not what it used to be.

We're all with you!

Happy birthday, dear.

Best wishes, Johnny.

tell him happy birthday.

I mustn't leave anyone out.

They'd be jealous.

He's blushing! Look at that!

You sweetheart.

Do I get to kiss you, too,

Charles?

all right.

You can give me a kiss.

Just what are you doing to us?

Nothing.

Don't expect me to be quiet,

not any longer.

I won't keep on lying.

The whole thing's

too much for me.

tell me, Lucille...

ever since Charles got here...

You'd like to know

if we slept together.

Of course.

He brought me a gift, didn't he?

Come on. You don't

realize what you're saying.

No, but you seem to have,

and you said it.

Come on. Let's dance.

-No.

-Well, you're going to.

No, I'm not going to.

I told you

I'm not going to dance!

-I want to talk to you!

-Leave me alone!

That's enough of this nonsense,

you hear?

It's a hesitation waltz.

You wouldn't force Lucille

to dance with you?

Why not spend a few weeks

in Venice?

Alone or with me.

The Mediterranean cures all.

You said so.

The Mediterranean.

You've been here long?

Quite a while.

I'm all worn out, Diane.

What happened to your cheek?

A misunderstanding with someone.

Not a bad guy.

We made up for it at the bar.

What are you looking at?

Just looking, that's all.

I've only been up here twice.

You said it was more comfortable

at your place.

You're implying

the past tense, Antoine.

Don't let it worry you, Diane.

You're perfect...

even at this hour.

Well, thanks.

You seemed to be in

a great big hurry a while ago.

May I know the reason why?

Yes.

I'm in love with Lucille.

You mean you're her lover?

Here?

Yes, every afternoon.

Don't you think maybe

you might have told me earlier?

I wasn't sure.

I was jealous.

I had to be sure.

Anyhow, she's not in love

with me.

Since you couldn't

be sure of her...

you kept me around

just in case?

But that's not the point.

Do you mean to say there was

never any love between us two?

I'm sorry. Never.

What?

"Perfume."

Is it my turn?

Is it my turn, Carmichael?

It's your turn.

Well, gentlemen, "perfume"...

seven letters,

double-letter count...

plus twenty points

for going out.

You stole them, of course?

No, you can't accuse me of that.

They're all my squares.

Then you cheated.

Never cheated in my life.

And must you rob me

of my pleasure?

I'm bored the moment

I play a game to win.

Seventy-eight points for me.

-Mark them down, then.

-I don't want to keep score.

-Put it down.

-all right.

Your last word, what was it?

"Garden," right?

And mine was "perfume."

Yours was "perfume," right.

Double-word score,

and I went out, too.

Let's see, that's a triple.

What do you do

with a "Q" and no "U"?

Hold it.

Well, I'll have to pass.

Sorry, Carmichael.

You'll have to excuse me.

Hello?

No, the boss isn't here now.

He'll be back at three o'clock.

Have a look.

You won't regret it.

Why? What is it?

Look down there.

He's the one I told you about.

Not bad at all. You'll see.

Doesn't hear me.

Have you got a match?

-Sure. What for?

-You'll find out.

Watch this.

Hello!

Come on up.

You know the way?

By the staircase, there.

You go on with what

you were doing.

Ah. How are you?

Have you met Edward?

Antoine.

-Delighted.

-How do you do?

-Long time since I've seen you.

-Yes. It was sixteen days ago.

Exactly.

The night of my birthday.

You have work to do, don't you?

Why, yes.

Please feel free to look around.

There are a lot

of interesting things to see.

Is painting a passion of yours?

No. No, I prefer sculpture.

Aha.

Well, then, dear fellow...

-I'm mad about sculpture.

-I know what you mean.

I adore volumes, forms,

materials.

What's this we hear about Diane?

Broken up with her, have you?

Yes.

Your information's correct.

And now she's all alone,

like me.

Like you.

Like Lucille,

weeping alone on the beach.

-Weeping on the beach?

-Mm-hmm.

Like these figures there

silently weeping.

We can't see it.

Their backs are to us.

I don't have to explain

what you already know.

She's crazy about you.

That's what brought it all on...

her slowly turning

into an alcoholic at St. Tropez.

She's languishing alone

on the beach.

-She's alone?

-Hmm? More or less alone.

There's nobody with her.

It's fascinating, isn't it?

The confrontation

of those two worlds?

Why, yes,

she must be all alone...

because Charles

just returned to Paris.

Poor Lucille. My friend

Carmichael saw her yesterday...

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