Lola Page #3

Sure.

Take it.

I don't know you.

Please.

If you insist.

Want it?

"Let's land on

this odd planet."

A moment later,

the spaceship landed.

"Where are we?"

Asked the professor.

"Is this planet inhabited?"

I think it is.

So do I.

Good.

The fair!

I'm going with Susan.

Who's she?

A friend in my class.

Do you understand me?

Yes. I'm learning French.

I'm learning English.

America's almost the same.

Talk and see

if I understand you.

Nothing!

But I'm only a beginner.

I had one hour of it

on Friday...

but I'll learn fast.

Besides, a man we met...

brought me a dictionary.

How old are you?

I'm a minor.

I'll be 14 tomorrow.

My sister in Chicago is 14.

She speaks French?

She's learning.

Later, she'll be a teacher.

I wouldn't want to do that.

I want to be a dancer,

but Mama says no.

But I don't care.

Darn! Now I'll catch it.

I forgot to buy the eggs.

My name's Cecile. What's yours?

Franky came by to see you.

- What did he say?

- Nothing.

Do you love him?

Franky?

You only love once.

For me, it's over.

I like him a lot.

He's leaving tomorrow.

Their ship's been overhauled.

They're going to Cherbourg.

Pity. They're cute.

Daisy, loan me your lipstick.

I can't find mine.

I have to rehearse.

Not that one.

It doesn't suit me.

Anyone got a lipstick?

Catch.

Thanks.

Where's your kid?

In school.

School's important, right?

Biancini phoned.

He's offering two months

in Marseilles.

Interested?

Biancini? No.

You go to Marseilles...

and end up in Argentina.

No. It's for real.

He needs an answer by tomorrow.

Nelly?

I'll think it over.

Helene?

I'm going to Paris.

Pretty. Where did you get that?

I altered my black corset.

Recognize it?

It's gorgeous!

I should sew fancy stuff

on the top of mine.

Something fancy, you know?

With some glitz here...

and a plume

like Marilyn Monroe's.

But I have no time.

Naturally.

Why "naturally"?

I want to rehearse.

Can I have some music?

What are you doing?

Stringing some beads.

It's me... Lola

The one who laughs at anything

And says love's a lovely thing

Wins men's hearts without fear

And gives without a tear

To older guys or brave young men

Is always asking where or when

Likes to please them every day

Without going all the way

It's me... Lola

I see a ship tied to a buoy

Then I meet a sailor boy

We sing and we dance

We play with romance

We whirl and we spin

Then I say with a grin

That I mean no, it's time to go

That's enough, don't get rough

It's me... Lola

I say, oh, please come back

Then I smile behind your back

But I'm lost on a dream

One that's not a scheme

It's all peaches and cream

He'll take me in his arms

and show me

That out of thousands,

he will know me

You, you

It's me... Lola

What time is it?

I must run.

I have a date at 8:00.

With Franky?

No. A guy I hadn't seen

in 15 years!

I happened to run into him.

A drink before you go?

I don't have time.

I washed my hair.

It's all silky!

I came to take you to dinner.

I got a date. Alone?

I lost the other guys.

I looked on the docks

and in town.

I can't find them.

I'll see you tonight.

Am I late?

No. It's just 8:
00.

I thought I'd never get here.

What a day.

I had to rehearse and then

pick up the kid at school.

Time flies.

Hold my mirror. Thanks.

I must be a mess.

Like that. Thanks.

You always have to

look attractive.

What'd you do?

I got fired, went to a movie,

and met you.

- That's too bad.

- Meeting you?

- Losing your job.

- Not really.

My trumpet.

Later. The store's closed.

Never contradict a child.

Is that better?

- Where will we go?

- Anywhere you want.

We'll go to my place.

I'll put him to bed

and change shoes.

These are killing me.

Then we'll go to a quiet place.

OK.

It's a furnished place.

I used to have Mom's apartment

till she got evicted and died.

Saying she died of eviction

sounds funny, but it's true.

Make yourself at home.

Yvon, hurry up.

Fix yourself a drink.

I'll be with you in a sec.

Want a whiskey?

The Americans gave it to me.

You should come see me dance

at the El Dorado.

I've got a pretty good number.

Want some, Cecile?

No, I hate it.

I'm laughing because no one

calls me Cecile anymore.

Everyone calls me by

my stage name... Lola.

Put on a record.

And my trumpet?

You'll get one.

Said your prayers?

Yes, Mama.

I hate leaving him alone...

but not as much as

when he was younger.

I didn't dare to leave him.

Cheers.

I didn't recognize you

in makeup.

Is it too much?

No, just odd.

It's necessary for my work.

And I like to look attractive.

I'll put on a dress.

Last time I saw you,

you had pigtails.

I must have looked hideous.

I was about 10 or so.

Tell me about yourself.

Me...

Now that you don't travel,

what do you do?

I'm going on a trip.

Like before? Remember how you

went on and on about the States?

What have you done

for ten years?

A little of everything.

Is the back all right?

I sold lighters, washers,

curling irons, ties...

and even life insurance.

- Out of laziness or what?

- It's not that.

I was ambitious.

Now you're not?

I think I'm a perfect failure.

I daydream. I'm lost and bored.

You've changed.

Do you still play the violin?

I quit during the war.

When I tried to start again,

I'd forgotten everything.

Then I had to make a living.

So I sold lighters.

It's no excuse.

I simply lacked courage.

At times I regret it.

You might have been

a great violinist.

I played badly.

And the damn war.

I was also in love with you.

You're just talking.

I'm serious.

But I kept it to myself.

That was nice.

Shall I wear my jacket?

I guess I will.

Go to sleep, darling.

Kids go to sleep at once,

but they take up so much space.

With him here,

my life's changed.

You'll find that out, too.

- I doubt it.

- Why?

- Kids aren't a necessity.

- Don't you like them?

Sure, but having a child

is serious business.

People usually have them

by accident.

Only a child that's wanted

is really happy.

You weren't wanted?

Not exactly.

We often think that,

but it's not true.

Life's great, isn't it?

Yes, but what we do with it

isn't always great.

Was he an accident?

Sort of.

We could eat here,

but it's so complicated.

- I'll take you to a restaurant.

- I'd love to!

As a kid, I dreamt of being

tall and well-built...

and of being a dancer,

at the Opera, of course.

I took the wrong road

somewhere along the road.

But I have no regrets.

I was happy once.

It was during Carnival.

There was a fair with rides.

A tall guy appeared.

He was big and blond...

well-built.

He was dressed like

an American sailor...

with a white cap.

It was my 14th birthday.

I fell madly in love with him.

Love at first sight.

Then he left, and I didn't

see him for ages.

But I never stopped

thinking about him.

I thought he'd forgotten me,

but one day he came back.

It was Whitsunday.

He took me to the seashore.

His name was Michel.

That's when

the "accident" happened.

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