Le Beau Serge Page #5

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He always scares me.

He insists it'll be just like the first.

Say what I will,

he just makes those awful faces.

I'm sure this baby will be different.

The first one never

moved around like this.

Sometimes I talk to it,

and it stirs as if in reply.

What about the doctor?

They're all convinced

it will be like the first.

You still love Serge?

Hard to believe, huh?

I used to admire him.

You remember what he was like.

Now I just want

to keep him safe, protect him.

You know...

I hated you when you first arrived.

I felt you blamed me

for what Serge has become.

I thought you wanted

to drive us apart.

Yvonne, Serge isn't as out of it

as people think.

- Why?

- You were right.

Last month we had a long talk,

and I advised him to leave you.

But Serge set me straight about you.

Poor Franois.

You thought you were helping.

I can tell

you love him very much too.

It's true.

I thought I was helping.

He's sure made us suffer!

He's often hurt me deeply.

Franois, why's he like that?

Because he's suffering

worse than anyone.

Mrs. Chaunier! Mlanie!

- What's the matter?

- Come down quickly!

- What is it?

- Yvonne sent me to get you.

She's having contractions.

- I'll be right there.

What's going on?

Nothing!

- She's home.

- And the doctor?

She didn't mention the doctor.

I'm on my way.

Yvonne, it's me.

I'll help you.

Let's get you into bed.

Be brave.

Is that better?

Ah, there you are.

I'm going for the doctor.

Keep a close eye on her.

Cover up.

It's starting to snow.

What is it?

- Is the doctor in?

- No, he's not.

Where is he?

Where's the doctor?

Up in Mathubert.

Mr. Glomaud had an attack.

Look! It's snowing again.

Listen...

Won't you come in?

Could you come see Yvonne,

Serge's wife?

She's in labor,

and there's no one with her.

It's too cold out.

Come inside.

Good night.

- The doctor wasn't home.

- What'll we do?

He's at Glomaud's.

I'll go get him.

Send someone else.

No, I want to go - alone.

- In this snow?

- It stopped.

- Who's that?

- Franois.

Doctor, Yvonne's in labor.

- I can't go.

- I came to get you.

He has to come with me.

- What about him?

- She can't have her baby alone!

- Get out!

It'll be over by the time I get there.

I barely made it last time.

It'll be different this time.

Oh, sure.

Doctor, listen to him.

No. He can make you well.

He's never made anyone well.

- I can help you, give you a shot.

- Please hurry!

Go to Yvonne, Doc.

Leave me alone with my Marie.

Are you coming?

If that's how he wants it, let's go.

- You'd better cover up.

- Ah, leave me alone!

The boy's got a Christ complex!

Shut up and walk!

Here he is.

Christine, heat up

a big pan of water, fast.

I thought you weren't coming back.

Quiet now. Just pray.

Where is he?

- Probably some henhouse.

He'll come.

But we don't need him now.

- I'll go.

- Go where?

Lend me your flashlight.

I forbid it!

Go back to your hotel!

You'll catch your death of cold.

Stay here.

Help him.

Franois, stay here!

There you are.

Wake up.

It's your wife.

Your baby's being born.

Wake up.

Come with me. Please!

Stand up.

Do it for me.

I can't.

Get up!

Leave me alone.

- Come on.

- Bastard.

In the other room!

The forceps, quick!

Wake up, Serge.

Wake up.

It's a boy.

How is he?

You can't ask for the moon.

At eight months, he's no giant.

I believed...

You hear him?

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