La fleur du mal Page #6

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Are you coming?

No, I'd rather go home.

Grard needs me this afternoon.

He could wait a week.

He's doing it on purpose.

He's furious.

Is he that scheming?

- He's a spoiled child.

- That's less serious.

I'll get it.

Yes, dad.

Yes, an hour or so ago.

It was very pleasant.

No, it was my idea.

Yes, but...

I wanted to, you know.

Don't get wound up.

I'm not, I just didn't understand.

Didn't Michle mind?

Don't worry, she didn't put up

any resistance.

She was utterly

charming and pleasant.

No, Aunt Line isn't back yet.

Yes, she's helping Anne.

Here she is.

Put her on when you can.

What's on for this afternoon?

I'm taking Michle to her class

and going to see an old teacher.

Yes, I'm borrowing her car.

Yes, the Renault.

Here's Aunt Line now.

It's dad.

Yes, Grard.

Yes, as we said.

Around three, okay?

See you later, I'm busy.

Did you tell mum?

No. I thought it over

and I don't want

to stress her now.

It's looking good

so let's not stir things up.

We have no proof anyway.

A week living like hypocrites.

Dear, we've been living

like hypocrites for years.

Let's be philosophical.

People have lived like hypocrites

since the dawn of time.

That's what you call civilisation.

Where are the toothbrushes,

please?

I need these bills sorted

according to the date.

You know the score.

Just for the pharmacy?

The pharmacy and the lab,

you'll see.

- If you feel like smoking...

- No, thank you.

There's someone here

to see you.

Just a second, my dear.

Excuse me.

Don't worry about me.

I'll be here an hour or two.

Bang on time.

I appreciate female punctuality.

- I expect you to cure me.

- Trust me.

Come upstairs to my office.

My accountant

might bother us here.

I hope you don't have

any wicked intentions.

- I'm a true innocent.

- So you're dangerous.

I'm not really

into afternoon quickies

on the corner of the desk.

You're right,

you deserve better than that.

I must tell you...

I only have my throat

to offer you.

The ideal woman!

The pig!

The pig!

I'm sorry about this, Franois.

But it makes me sick.

Don't apologize.

He's always been like that.

I remember

when mum was alive.

I was too young to understand

but some things seemed strange.

You hated yourself

for not loving your father.

I hate myself a little

but I've never really loved him.

Mum neither, you know.

How do you mean?

Your mother

slept with my father?

They were in love, dear.

- Is that true? Are you sure?

- Of course.

Did mum know?

I suppose so.

That's why she married Grard.

I don't know.

He can be

very charming, you know.

Mum isn't charmed that easily.

You're quiet.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I don't care.

I like Anne, she's tough.

She'll be home soon.

It's almost 7.

My father will be back too.

Chins up, children.

Just one short week to go.

It won't all work out by magic.

We'll wait and see what we do.

Aunt Line's right.

It's a good job

the gardener comes tomorrow.

I searched his office.

He has a printer.

What were you after?

I have no idea.

Something to prove

he wrote the leaflet.

I even searched

the wastepaper basket.

- Did you find anything?

- No, not a thing.

He's not stupid.

Turn the oven down, Marthe.

They're not here yet.

Anyhow, that proves nothing

either way.

Hello, you runaways.

We didn't run far.

You could have told us.

- Is your mother home?

- She'll be back soon.

I'm worn out!

Can I get you a scotch?

No, I'll go, don't worry.

- Stay for dinner.

- I'd be in the way.

No one will mind.

I'd like you to.

Come on!

- It's late, isn't it?

- You're not too tired?

- Is Grard here?

- Of course. We're all here!

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry. Want a drink?

No, thank you.

I've invited Matthieu to dinner.

Excellent idea.

A drink, old chap?

- I'd love one.

- Go ahead.

Hurry up, Marthe will be furious.

I'll add a plate.

I'll see to it.

We could manage with one car.

Maybe, but I promised

to pick Marthe up.

I want to check her vote.

I'll come with you youngsters.

I have to ask Marthe something.

I bet he won't vote for her.

Chapert, Patrick...

Voted.

Charpin-Vasseur,

Anne Vronique...

Voted.

Charpin-Vasseur,

Grard Paul Christophe.

Voted.

See you at home.

Vote well, Marthe.

Vidot, Marie...

Voted.

Keep the sweet bit for Grard.

He loves that.

We'll leave you together?

You don't want to come?

No, I have an essay to write.

Besides, I know the result.

May God hear you.

If you want room to work,

use my study.

Just this once.

Thank you, that's kind.

Work hard, honey.

Do you want me to stay?

No, I have to study.

Besides, you'll have fun.

You really won't come?

No, I have things to do.

I don't like that kind of thing.

All right, let's go.

You have the keys?

Grard's study! You lucky girl!

I'll make the most of it.

- I'm sure your mother will win.

- I hope so.

I can tell.

Anne Charpin-Vasseur...

Are you pleased?

It's looking good.

I can't believe it.

Have you met my stepson?

Franois, this is the mayor.

Only until this evening.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Sir...

Interested in politics?

Only from the outside.

You were in America, weren't you?

Absolutely.

A great country.

- Isn't your husband here?

- He's gone for cigarettes.

If you're thirsty, there's a bottle

of water in my office.

- In your office.

- Oh, please...

It's true.

It's going just as well elsewhere.

We could end up

with a majority.

- Filthy little b*tch!

- Let go of me!

Think I'd let him

dishonour my family

Answer me!

Let go!

- Good place to work, isn't it?

- You scared me!

I didn't hear you come in.

Why are you back so soon?

Your mother's so busy.

She prefers me out of the way.

Excuse me.

Please, my dear,

go ahead, work.

Isn't Aunt Line here?

I think she's out in the garden.

- Would you like one?

- No thanks.

Go on. It clears the mind.

What's your essay about?

The notion of guilt.

"The Morbid World of Fault".

Dear God!

Cheers.

Are the results good?

You know I don't give a damn.

Come on, drink up!

- You have to let me work.

- I will.

It isn't good?

It's excellent.

You see, I told you:

it clears the mind.

I like to see

my baby girl work hard.

I'm not your baby girl.

But I love you like a daughter.

- Well, almost.

- Not again?

- What?

- You know what.

You sleep with my son even though

he's virtually your brother.

Stop it!

Are you out of your mind?

No way, you little slut.

You're drunk. You stink of scotch!

No, I don't!

Let go of me now.

Why? Going to scream?

No, I'm not going to scream.

I know you're not.

You're behind that sick leaflet.

What are you talking about?

You wrote that leaflet.

Turns you on to think that, does it?

Aunt Line!

Aunt Line!

He's dead.

The lamp!

We can't leave this lamp here.

There's one like it in the attic.

Don't move. Just don't move.

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

- Do you feel like crying?

- I can't.

That's good.

You must control yourself

and help me.

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