Last Tango in Paris Page #6

Talk him into coming back.

Tell him this cant be done.

Please dont say you found me.

Did you see how ugly she is?

Once my wife

was enough for me, but now...

shes got a disease

that gives her snake skin.

- Put yourself in my place.

- Come. Come with me.

Let me go.

Please let me go.

Youre crazy! Let me go!

Get up, you f*ggot!

Get the f*** out of here!

F*ggot!

Dont you remember the gentlemen in 4?

He`ss been living here for a few days.

I dont know anyone.

They come in, go out.

The man in 4. The lady in 1.

What do I know?

Whered they take the furniture?

It`ss empty.

Where do you send his mail?

Give me the address.

I dont have it.

I dont know anyone.

- Not even his name?

- Nothing.

Miss!

I found an apartment for us.

Yes, in Passy.

Come quick.

Come right away.

You understood where it is?

Ill wait for you.

Come.

Come in.

You like our apartment?

Its full of light.

Theres one room too small

for a big bed.

Maybe for a baby.

Fidel.

Nice name for a kid.

Fidel. Like Castro.

But I want a daughter too.

Rose.

Like Rose Luxembourg. Shes not

as well known, but she`ss not bad.

I wanted to film you

every day.

In the morning when you wake up,

then when you fall asleep.

When you smile the first time.

And I didnt film anything.

Today we finish shooting.

The film is finished.

I dont like things that finish.

One must begin something else

right away.

But its huge!

Who are you?

- You could get lost in here.

- Oh, stop it.

Howd you find it?

By chance.

- Well change everything.

- Everything.

Well change chance to fate.

Come forward. Take off!

Youre in heaven!

Now dive!

Make three turns!

Descend!

Whats happening to me?

An air pocket.

Whats happening to you?

Enough of these turbulent zones.

We cant joke like this,

like children.

- Were adults.

- Adults? That`ss terrible.

Yes, its terrible.

- Then how must we act?

- I dont know.

Invent gestures, words.

For example...

One thing I do know.

Adults are serious, logical...

circumspect, hairy...

They face all problems.

Here, this apartment is not for us.

Absolutely not.

- Where are you going?

- To look for another.

Another like what?

One you can live in.

But you can live here.

I find this sad.

It smells.

- Come with me?

- No, no.

I have to close the windows, give

back the keys, leave it all in order.

Okay. Okay.

Bye.

Its me again.

Its over. It`ss over.

Its over,

then it begins again.

What begins again?

I dont understand anything anymore.

Theres nothing to understand.

We left the apartment...

and now we begin again

with love and all the rest of it.

- The rest?

- Yeah, listen.

Im 45. I`mm a widower.

Ive got a little hotel.

Its kind of a dump,

but it`ss not completely a flophouse.

I used to live on my luck.

I got married.

My wife killed herself and-

But what the hell.

Im no prize.

I picked up a nail in Cuba

in 1948.

Now I got a prostate

like an Idaho potato.

But Im still a good stick man,

even if I can`tt have any kids.

Lets see.

I don`tt have any stomping grounds.

I dont have any friends.

I suppose

if I hadnt met you...

I d probably settle for

a hard chair and a hemorrhoid.

Anyway, to make a long, dull story

even duller...

I come from a time when a guy like me

would drop into a joint like this...

and pick up

a young chick like you...

and call her a bimbo.

Im awfully sorry to intrude...

but I was so struck

with your beauty...

that I thought perhaps I could

offer you a glass of champagne.

Is this seat taken?

May I?

If youd like to.

You know,

the tango is a rite.

You understand "rite"?

You must watch the legs

of the dancers.

You havent drunk your champagne.

And then I ordered you a Scotch,

and you havent drunk your Scotch.

Now, come on.

Just a sip for Daddy.

Now, if you love me

youll drink all of it.

Okay. I love you.

Bravo.

Tell me about your wife.

Lets talk about us.

Okay.

But this place is so pitiful.

Yes, but Im here, aren`tt I?

Mr. mitre dhtel.

Thats rather nasty.

Anyway, you dummy, I love you...

and I want to live with you.

In your flophouse?

In my flophouse?

What the hell does that mean?

What the hell difference does it make if

I have a flophouse, a hotel or a castle?

I love you.

What the f*** difference does it make?

The jury has just chosen...

the following ten best couples.

Three, seven...

eight, nine...

eleven, twelve...

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...

and nineteen.

Then, ladies and gentlemen...

all best wishes

for the last tango.

Give me some more whiskey.

I thought you werent drinking.

But Im thirsty now,

and I want some more drink.

All right.

I think thats a good idea-

Wait a minute.

Because youre really beautiful-

Wait a minute.

Im sorry.

Im terribly sorry.

I didn`tt mean to spill my drink.

Lets have a toast...

to our life in the hotel.

No! F*** all that.

Come on.

No. Hey, listen.

Lets drink a toast

to our life in the country.

Youre a nature lover?

You didn`tt tell me that.

Im Nature Boy.

Cant you see me with the cows

and the chicken sh*t all over me?

Oh, yeah.

To the house of the cows.

I will be your cow too.

And listen,

I get to milk you twice a day.

- How about that?

- I hate the country.

- What do you mean?

- I hate it.

I prefer to go to the hotel.

Come on.

Lets go to your hotel.

Listen, lets dance.

How about that? Let`ss dance.

Dont you want to dance?

Out! What are you doing?

Its love! Always-

But its a contest!

Where`ss the love fit in?

Go to the movies to see love!

Oh, by God...

this is the end

of our love affair, darling.

Kiss this!

Farewell forever.

Farewell, you sweet peach blossom.

Oh, my mothers eyes!

Good-bye!

I am lost forever!

Oh, my hemorrhoid.

Beauty of mine, sit before me.

Let me peruse you

and remember you always like this.

"If music be the food of love,

play on. "

Whats the matter with you?

Its finished.

Whats the matter with you?

Its finished.

Whats finished?

Were never going to

see each other again. Never.

Thats ridiculous.

Its not a joke.

Ooh, you dirty rat.

Its finished.

Look, when somethings finished,

it begins again. Don`tt you see?

Im getting married.

Im going away.

Its finished.

Well... Jesus.

Listen, thats not a subway strap.

That`ss me cock.

Its finished!

Oh,Jesus.

Wait a minute!

You dumb bimbo.

Sh*t.

Wait a minute, goddamn it.

Come here!

Im gonna get you!

Bimbo!

Stop. Stop!

Hold it.

Enough!

- Listen-

- Enough! Its over!

Go away! Go away!

Give me a break.

Ill call the police!

I smell the hen house.

Sh*t, Im not in your way.

I mean, after you, mademoiselle.

So long, sister.

Besides,

youre a crummy-looking broad.

I dont give a damn

if I never see you again.

Jesus.

Its over. It`ss over!

F*** the police.

Police!

I wanna talk to you about it,

for Christs sake.

Youre crazy!

Help!

Help me, please!

Help me, please!

Please help!

Oh,Jesus.

This is getting ridiculous.

Help!

This is the title shot, baby.

Were going all the way.

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