Le Beau Serge Page #3

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- Yvonne, is Serge here?

- What for?

- I want to talk to him.

- He's not here.

- Then tell me where he is.

- I don't know.

I want to help him.

I don't know.

He left right after lunch.

He hasn't been himself

since you came back.

I'm not an enemy.

I want to help him.

He didn't ask for your help.

Just leave him alone.

He's not happy.

Especially since you got here.

Nobody asked for your help.

You went off with Marie earlier.

Just take care of her.

That's all I ask.

Leave us alone.

- Hello, Doctor.

- Well, old man Laroche is dead.

- That's awful.

- Yeah. Gimme a shot.

Franois, over here!

That's enough now.

That's enough!

- Is Franois around?

- What?

Franois Bayon.

Is he around?

He was, but he went out again -

up to Mathubert.

You wanted to see him?

- Yes.

I don't know when he'll be back.

Have a drink while you wait.

Your father-in-law will be here soon.

I've gotta see him.

All I know is he went up

to Mathubert.

I've gotta see him.

Franois, I've gotta see you.

Must have headed up to Marie's.

He doesn't waste any time.

Maybe I'll meet him on the way.

He always walked slow.

I always had to wait for him.

He'd call out,

"Serge, wait for me."

What must he think?

I've been a fool, an idiot!

I'm so ashamed!

Seeing him show up like that.

I should have begged him right away.

And that business with the priest -

I've gotta explain.

The priest's always saying,

"Pray, pray!"

It's strength I need.

"Pray anyway!"

"Be strong!"

"Pray for strength!"

I'll go through here.

We figured it out once:

It's 20 yards shorter.

Old man Laroche

will be here tomorrow.

And so will I one day.

Not like Franois's uncle

who's buried in Africa.

I might as well face it.

That baby ruined everything.

Glomaud's daughter's lousy kid!

It'd have been enough

to help me go on.

Two years and I could have

passed my exams.

And even without my degree!

The three of us

could have gotten out of here.

I'd have worked, made some money.

It's this rotten place!

That kid ruined it all,

Glomaud's f***in' daughter's kid!

All those kids

that are born just to die.

Listen, Franois.

Be a friend.

Franois, listen to me.

Do something.

Help me.

Franois!

I was sweeping up a bit.

Glad to see you're sleeping in now.

I get up when I wake up.

You shouldn't spend

all your time with that girl.

Afraid she'll tire me out?

Here's your coffee.

- That's fine, thanks.

- I'll bring your toast.

- There's no sugar.

- It's on the counter.

- Well!

- Morning.

Come sit down.

Here's your toast.

Ah, so you're here.

- Morning, ma'am.

- Morning.

- You hungry?

- It's 10:
00. I've already eaten.

There's a dance tomorrow.

- Will there be a crowd?

- You bet!

There always is.

You'll dance with me, right?

- Of course.

Pop was dead drunk this morning.

So nobody's home at your place?

No, and Serge

has been drunk all week too.

He's avoiding me.

- Because of Yvonne.

- You think?

I'm sure of it. She hates you.

It's not that.

It's just a complicated situation.

She wants Serge

to stay the way he is.

She feels inferior to him.

He doesn't love her.

I don't know about that.

I do.

Anyway...

But that's not important.

You finished?

Will you come with me?

- Why'd you bring up Serge?

- No reason.

You coming?

Come on.

I came just to get you.

No, I've got to see Serge.

- I don't understand you.

- You don't have to.

See you this afternoon.

- Pop'll be home.

Fine.

I've still got to see Serge.

Get off Serge's back.

He didn't ask for your help.

I know.

- Besides, he's not home.

- Then I'll wait.

He's not always home for lunch.

Stop all this nonsense.

I like your dress.

I made it myself.

I look even better without it.

Meet you out by the rocks at 3:00?

If you want.

You're crazy.

- Entirely possible.

- Completely crazy.

- But I like my comfort.

What's that mean?

Just a big-city joke.

- She comes up here for you now?

- Keeps her from getting bored.

What's going on?

You hiding now?

Just about.

No, I wanted to talk to you.

So talk.

- Hey, you're not drunk.

- Not yet.

Listen...

there's been

a misunderstanding between us.

A misunderstanding?

Yes, I don't think

I've gone about things too well.

My poor Franois.

At least you haven't changed.

Come on in.

No, let's go for a walk.

If you like.

You don't like Yvonne, do you?

It's disgusting beneath the surface.

Why do they leave it like that?

They'd have to drain it and clean it.

Someone would have to start.

About Yvonne...

there's something I have to tell you.

Out with it.

I think you should leave her.

You're crazy. I love Yvonne.

Maybe, but you're not happy with her.

Franois, you just don't get it.

You make all these assumptions,

arranging all the little pieces

in your head so everything fits.

Listen:
You don't know Yvonne.

She's better than the both of us.

What do you think of this:

I've been furious at you all week.

Your second day here,

I needed you but I couldn't find you.

I drank like a fish all week

because of you.

What about that?

You can't make an omelet

without breaking eggs.

- No one asked for an omelet.

- I happen to like them.

On that note, I'm off to lunch.

Wait!

See ya.

?ow's it going with Marie?

She's a little b*tch, you know that?

She said you had some hangover.

She'll say anything.

She's a b*tch, I tell you.

See you this afternoon.

Uh, no, you stay home with Yvonne.

Oh, I get it... you skunk.

Well, have a good time.

Enjoy your lunch.

Thanks. You too.

No, nothing.

Would you like to eat right away?

Sure, if it's ready.

- Tell me.

- What?

- He your boarder?

- Yes.

He's a friend of my family.

He just had his hands

all over my daughter.

Isn't that right?

Come here.

I'll buy you a drink.

I said come have a drink.

No, thanks.

That's enough now.

Then buy me one.

Dirty bastard.

I said buy me a drink.

Leave me alone.

You sleep with my daughter

but won't buy me a drink?

I'll have you know she's a minor.

Leave me alone.

I forbid you to touch my daughter,

you hear?

The law's on my side, bastard!

She's my daughter.

Fine. I'll buy you a drink.

Mrs. Chaunier will serve you.

I don't want your drink!

Keep your hands off my daughter.

She's my daughter, so lay off.

Sure.

She is my daughter, isn't she?

Say it.

Say it.

You know she isn't.

There! He said it!

He said she isn't my daughter.

You're my witness.

He said she's not my daughter.

Come nosing around our place

and making trouble, will you?

Wait till you see

what's in store for you!

Good-bye, all.

Don't worry.

He's just babbling.

I'm not worried.

But did he know or not?

- Nobody's ever been sure.

He's always acted like he didn't,

but don't count on it.

Who told you?

Marie.

Don't let it bother you.

I'll bring some pt to start with.

He wanted to make me say it.

What's wrong?

He slithered in like a snake.

Glomaud!

- Let go of me!

- Bastard!

It's your fault!

Why'd you tell me, huh?

It's been three years

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