Lola Page #2

- Butter?

- Sure.

I didn't see you.

That's pretty.

It's a seascape.

Is your son back?

No, it wasn't him.

I'd have bet my right arm

it was him.

You're lucky you didn't.

You'd never have painted again.

Silly!

I've made up my mind.

I'm leaving.

I saw a Gary Cooper movie

this afternoon.

It was beautiful.

The people seemed happy.

Where?

At the Ritz.

I meant what country?

Matareva... A Pacific island

near Tahiti.

It's always beautiful.

- What?

- In the movies.

So is life.

Here, we don't know

how to live anymore.

Me and my boss,

you and your drunks.

You know how to live?

I'll learn.

By traveling?

It's the only remedy for me.

- For what?

- Boredom.

You should get married.

And have lots of kids.

With six kids to feed,

you'd have no time for boredom.

You'll never understand me.

We're too stupid.

What's that?

A dictionary.

Jeanne knows how to live...

by killing time

with her daubing.

You call that daubing?

Sorry. Your works.

With them you manage

to kill time.

I have no works to create.

I'm lost.

Totally lost.

I'm bored to death.

Forgive me.

Play the violin.

And Teresa?

Finished, like the violin.

Make new friends.

I had a pal,

but he got rubbed out.

So everything's fine.

Really want to leave?

It's possible?

Maybe. Favigny

at the shoe store...

was looking for someone.

- Me, selling shoes...

- Let me finish.

It's no doubt too late.

It was something

about a hairdresser.

Did you hear him, Jeanne?

I listened hard.

I didn't pretend.

- It's serious?

- I think so.

Ask for Mr. Valentine

at the barber's in the Arcade...

and say Favigny sent you.

Do you know Favigny?

Maybe.

But barbering or shoes...

Just go and find out.

Watch where you're going.

Sorry. Did I hurt you?

No, but... Roland!

Pardon me?

Don't you recognize me?

Cecile!

This is crazy. Of all things.

I hurt you?

I thought of you

only this morning!

And I mentioned you, too.

I met a young girl

who looks like you used to.

I'm surprised.

I'm trembling.

It's like a chill.

I'm so happy.

I got lipstick on you.

It's been ten years?

More. Since after the war.

I didn't recognize you.

You haven't changed.

- Really?

- Barely.

Going which way?

That way.

Yvon, come here.

My son. Say hello.

- Married?

- Sort of.

I'm glad to see you!

Feel my heart. It's pounding so.

- And you?

- What?

- Married?

- No.

It's odd we never met.

I left town years ago.

I travel a lot.

I'm a dancer.

I work all over.

I just got here three days ago.

What time is it?

I must go. Yvon!

Look at my hands.

Can't you keep still?

I didn't have time to dress.

I've got a run.

I must see you again.

Anytime.

I'm in a hurry.

I must take him to school.

Are you free tonight?

Yes.

At 8:
00.

In front of the theater.

OK.

I'm so thrilled!

I put lipstick on you?

Mr. Valentine.

He's not in.

Mr. Favigny sent me.

I'll go see.

It's personal.

Mr. Favigny sent me

about the job.

What job?

He said you were

looking for someone.

True.

What kind of job?

Don't ask questions.

Are you free?

If not, I wouldn't be here.

Follow me.

It involves a trip.

Or several trips...

if you fill the bill.

You'd have to leave Nantes

in two days... on Saturday.

OK.

You'll sail on the Duchess Ann.

The captain will be informed.

Destination... Amsterdam.

You'll then fly

to Port Elizabeth.

Let me finish.

There a friend will drive you

to Johannesburg.

You'll give him this briefcase.

He'll give you

a similar one in return.

You'll bring it back here.

That's all?

That's all.

It's a fairy tale.

You'll accept?

Give me 24 hours.

That's too long.

I suggest you say "yes."

And if I tell the police?

It'd be a mistake.

I accept.

Here's your passport

as Jean Maillard.

Put your photo in it.

The Duchess Ann's captain

will stamp it.

Here's an advance.

And the briefcase?

Come for it tomorrow.

One thing more...

I don't know you.

You don't know me.

I'm exhausted!

Shopping drives me crazy.

All the people and cars.

Mr. Cassard's nice.

Everyone is, except

for some people.

You must not think

this whole world's rotten.

Some people deserve our trust.

Some are good, even if their

looks can be deceiving.

Clothes don't make the man.

Don't fidget. You tire me out.

He has a nice face.

He talks nicely.

I wonder what he does

for a living.

Cecile, bring me my slippers.

After all, he doesn't

have to deliver your book.

It's very nice of him.

Remember to thank him.

We could invite him to dinner.

That's one way

to get to know him.

But is it necessary?

What do you think?

You say nothing.

What are you doing?

Nothing, Mama.

Turn off the radio.

And my slippers?

I must always repeat

myself 50 times.

I'm sure you haven't

written your uncle yet.

You know how susceptible he is.

If your father

were still alive...

What's wrong?

You always complain.

It's for your own good.

I'm not a child.

I'll be 14 tomorrow.

You're an angel.

It's Mr. Cassard. Let him in.

He must not see me like this.

It's Susan.

Susan? Hurry up.

Loan me your books.

Not now.

We're expecting a guest.

Wait.

Madame Desnoyer?

Yes. Cecile!

Come in.

Here's your book.

You're very kind.

Not at all.

May I keep it?

As long as you wish.

Hot damn!

Such vulgar language.

I won't say it again.

You speak English?

At times.

We just got in.

Please don't mind the mess.

Mr. Cassard speaks

English at times.

I once went to the States

with my father.

I was only five, but I've

studied since then.

Have you studied a lot?

Not very much.

I went to work young.

My parents were poor.

They were divorced early.

He was a sailor.

She was always waiting for him.

One day she quit waiting

and married a railwayman...

but he was never home either.

I'd love to travel.

I'm sorry. I must go.

I have a date with

that childhood friend...

whom Cecile resembles.

How amusing!

I just ran into her.

You recognized each other?

She recognized me.

She's beautiful.

Maybe I'll be like her.

Maybe. She's a dancer.

See, Mama?

Just what I want to be.

Childish fancies.

She'll change her mind.

You must come again.

Are you free

for dinner Saturday?

That's impossible.

I'm going away on a job again...

and Saturday, I'll be off

the coast of Cherbourg.

What a small world.

My brother-in-law

is a barber there.

Look.

Put that picture back.

You were a dancer?

No, it was for a masquerade.

Or dinner tomorrow

for Cecile's 14th birthday?

Tomorrow?

With pleasure.

Until tomorrow!

He's charming, isn't he?

I'm hungry.

Yes. Set the table.

Cecile, answer me.

One day, I'll be a dancer.

Meanwhile, set the table.

What will we eat?

With all this, I forgot

about dinner.

But I'm hungry.

Go buy some eggs...

some fruit,

and whatever you want.

Apples and pears.

Give me some money.

I'll buy my Meteor comics, too.

Just remember to give me

the change.

Meteor comics, please.

Help yourself.

They're all gone.

He took the last one.

Pick another one.

Can't I read what I want?

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