Les passagers Page #4

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You have something special

that touches and troubles me.

But Im not into long relationships.

A long relationship can be senseless.

lt's the listless routine

of the living dead

who don't even know

if they're living or dead.

Don't fear the worst, enjoy the best.

Maybe you're afraid of being dumped.

You don't understand.

Yes, l do.

lt's my misanthropic side.

Like in Molire?

- If you like.

Like with everyone.

A misanthrope works at being hated,

for fear of not being loved.

But l love you, Anna.

You have nothing to fear.

I'm here.

l know.

Next stop; Central Station,

Sorry to disturb your peace of mind,

reading, daydreams or digestion.

l don't bite.

Ty me, Im spotless.

Don't bother walking me 3 times a day.

You look out of it.

- Im in the sh*t, you mean.

l just lost my job.

- At the Electricity Company?

Help yourself

and you needn't ask God

or anyone else to help you.

The new electronic system

is replacing 170 employees.

Another technological advance.

- Yeah, one more.

And another committee

on unemployment!

With the same people

who order downsizing.

lt's a welfare program.

No doubt about it

this means disaster.

Economics means man's downfall.

lt's the same old stoy;

,

misunderstood lessons

useless experiments,

avoidable errors never avoided.

Liberation,

The same old stoy.

You free tonight?

10-45-B.

Weren't you seeing Thomas tonight?

l wanted to be alone.

- Well, thanks a lot!

l exist, you know.

- Stop it.

l don't feel like seeing him anymore.

l don't know what it is.

l feel less involved.

l don't believe it!

lt looked so great.

After everything you told me!

l know, it's awful.

Going from rapture to disappointment,

inventing tricks.

l don't understand.

The routine bug you?

He becoming a habit?

That's it.

Long-term relationships scare me.

No smoking at the pool.

l forgot. Sorry.

lt's all right.

Can l finish it?

- No. Put it out.

What were you saying?

Afraid of being fenced in?

Miss out on another, better romance?.

Being fenced in

spoils the pleasure.

l can see all the compromises.

Id rather be alone.

I'm even considering it

as a permanent solution.

No permanent decisions, please!

That would be stupid!

When l feel tied down l can't dream.

You know, the twin pillows,

breakfast bowls, toothbrushes...

l know only too well.

- It doesn't work for me.

You've never really been in love.

What are you talking about?

When you're in love, you leave.

You're so scared love will die

you murder it instead.

You quit in advance,

only to find another heartthrob.

Into the wolf's maw.

- Love's maw.

Still, today...

l feel you're hiding something.

There's somebody new.

You feel that?

You always amaze me.

So, girls,

discussing your new boyfriends?

Raoul!

You two haven't changed.

Think not?

- That's a bad sign.

Not at all.

You two are just like at school.

Inseparable?

Less than before.

How about you?

What are you? Physicist,

mathematician, politician?.

You're in what?.

Nothing. Not much, anyway.

Community service jobs.

A college degree to run errands

for old folks!

And you, Anna?

You're too late. l just told Isabelle.

l won't repeat it.

- Let me guess.

I'll make it all up.

- You won't be far wrong.

These are times for illusions.

You must have amazing stuff to tell.

All the girls at school ogled you.

We didn't.

- You two intimidated me.

What nonsense!

- l mean it.

You didn't take romance seriously.

Except in movies.

You and your Johnny Guitar!

- l just love that movie!

lt's so romantic.

And how's your love life?

Tell us all.

There's nothing to tell.

Nothing but failures.

Things start off all right,

but l end up empty-handed.

Always the same...

You'd like a nice, tidy life

with the person you think

ideally suits you.

"Person"?.

Girl, if you prefer.

A new scenario that ends

in a new disaster.

Each writes the other's part,

which the other accepts,

hoping to please.

And then the masks crack.

The first storm knocks them off.

Hell, it's not all that serious.

So let's hear it.

- Is it my turn?

I'm not complicated.

What l want in life...

is a house.

lt's true.

What l want in life is a house.

Not just any house.

A nice house, full of flowers

at the seaside.

But in the county, with a garden,

sunlight and mountains behind.

The mountains are a must.

lt's important for the air,

and for winter skiing for the children.

Oh yes, l want children...

4, 5 of them.

Well-behaved

the apple of their mommys eye,

their sugar mommy,

their woollens mommy,

their jelly mommy.

lt's vital to be a good mommy

who can cook

and be a good housewife.

Me, the perfect housewife.

Polishing and decorating

and cleaning

for when you get home.

And Im all neat and tidy

and made up for you.

And then...

l stop minding the house

to mind your body.

lt's like a storm sweeping over you,

and two epidermises meet.

l give it all, all to my man.

Because l have a man.

A hell of a man. A man...

how do l describe this ideal?

A man in love, a faithful man, yes.

The first time with him was...

my first time.

Nobody had ever laid a finger on me.

When he took naive little me

in his arms, l sensed...

- feminine instinct! -

something moving inside me.

Oh, Gontran!

Yes, his name's Gontran.

His father's a Spanish king...

With Gontran

I'm a wife, a sister, a mistress.

We succeeded in every way,

sentimentally, professionally.

We're role models.

We get write-ups in all the papers.

But we don't mind.

We don't mind the drawbacks of fame.

We are... what's the word?...

Saved.

That's the truth. We save a lot.

Oh, Gontran, the life we led!

Right now l have a furnished studio

with Patrick.

He wants to marry me, rent a house

by the sea and have lots of kids.

I'm not keen on the idea.

Patrick's sweet.

He loves me, but he's crazy.

I'm not a housekeeper.

I'm not ready for children.

And Im allergic to sea air.

Patrick's sweet.

He loves me.

l feel good with him.

But with him l can't.

Philippe wants Valium and Seconal.

lt's too much.

- But Valium isn't helping anymore.

His headaches and anxiety

are worse.

Give him what he wants.

What is it, Marie?

l can't go on.

- They're so fond of you.

l almost gave up once, too.

There are moments like that.

At your age,

things went fuzzy for me.

,

l was a novice then

with little savvy.

l was young and so sheltered.

l blew everything out of proportion.

l could've remained

under treatment for life.

My existence was so pleasant.

For each anxiety, l had a pill.

Nothing was real anymore.

No more anxieties either.

A successful treatment!

l once asked my doctor

if he'd ever cured anyone in his life.

He said :
"Cured, that's saying a lot."

That's for me.

From that moment on

something amazing happened.

l don't know...

You know, those flashes

of perception :

mental illness can be soothing

if you let yourself go.

A wonderful solution.

Let others take care of you.

It's so simple. No bumps.

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