Lola Page #4

When I said I was pregnant,

he disappeared.

Bastard!

Maybe not. He was very sweet.

I didn't know him very well,

but he was nice.

He said he'd make

a dancer out of me.

Maybe I'm not a great dancer,

but I'm a good mother.

I think he'll come back.

I can't believe

he's abandoned me.

He was so kind.

He couldn't bear the idea...

of having a child and being

unable to raise him properly.

You must think I'm crazy.

Give me a cigarette.

I'm out. Wait.

Take me home

before I go to work.

If you wish.

Why'd he leave you

if he loved you?

He had a sudden chance

for a fine job in the colonies.

He was to come back soon,

but he didn't.

If he did,

you'd be disappointed.

Not necessarily.

I bet he's boring...

smokes a pipe, and plays

the stock market.

And he's fat and bald.

What's wrong?

Funny. I never thought

of him like that.

Sleeping like a log.

He looks so much

like his father.

Maybe that's why I can't

forget him.

Try. Look at me.

I've lived like a fool.

Ten years ago, I gave up,

out of fatigue or boredom.

Now I'm leaving again.

We mustn't let things

get us down.

You met a slob,

but other guys exist.

Maybe one's waiting for you.

Don't worry about me so much.

I'm just a silly girl who's

boring you with sob stories.

But I was glad to see you.

I know it's no fun for you.

I'm furious with myself,

but it's over.

Going far?

Johannesburg.

The ends of the earth.

Pity. You could have

cheered me up.

I'll be back.

Does it happen often?

That I feel blue?

No, don't misjudge me.

I'm usually very cheerful.

I hate moaning sob sisters.

But tonight with you

and my memories...

it's all crashed down on me.

It's silly.

Maybe he'll come back.

I'm sure he will.

One's first love is so strong.

I must run! I go on at midnight!

Are my eyes red?

Come with me if you want.

I don't feel like it.

- You'll come say good-bye?

- Sure.

Everyone to bed.

I want to sleep at your place.

Go to a hotel with your pals.

I'm broke.

Besides, I don't like drunks.

And I feel sad.

I'm leaving tonight.

We'll never meet again.

I brought this.

Your son asked me for it.

OK, but promise me

you'll behave.

- Promise?

- I promise.

- What an early bird.

- Coffee.

You look bad. Are you ill?

No. It was a nice night.

I had a walk until dawn.

- Sure.

- What?

- You slept out.

- Maybe you did, too.

Seen Valentine?

Thanks. It's a shady deal.

A trip to Amsterdam

and Johannesburg.

Why shady?

A mysterious deal

with a briefcase.

An ordinary leather briefcase

with a handle...

which I'm to take through

customs without being noticed.

You accepted?

Yes, but I've changed my mind

about leaving.

Why?

Why look elsewhere for what's

on your own doorstep?

What have you found?

Love, I think.

- What?

- He's found love.

At his age.

So life's wonderful again?

Yes.

- But he's about to act silly.

- Silly?

He has a job to go

to Amsterdam and...

Johannesburg, but no.

- Well...

- Isn't it true?

Yes and no.

Where's Johannesburg?

South Africa.

It's a mess.

The sky's run into the sea.

It looks like a melted candle.

- And my coffee?

- Coming up.

People look great this morning.

Love suits you.

I feel like running up

and kissing them.

Go ahead.

Take her with you

to Johannesburg.

Impossible.

She loves you?

She doesn't even know

I love her.

Here.

For yesterday's loan.

No hurry.

The barber's closed?

- You, too?

- What?

- You're a cop?

- Why?

Two detectives came by,

and I told them what I thought.

I watched him for two years.

Quick.

Already up and dressed.

Look what Franky brought you.

Leave it for later.

Put your shoes on.

Leave it alone.

Come on.

You? Leaving today?

No. I came by to

bring this to Yvon.

What is it?

A trumpet.

He'll like that.

- What is it?

- A trumpet.

- I got one.

- Now you'll have two.

Come on.

I'm taking him to school.

I can barely sleep.

I haven't slept yet.

We had some sailors on leave

who wouldn't leave.

Such noise and music.

I think I'll sleep all day.

Yvon, stop dragging your feet.

What's wrong with you?

Me? Nothing.

Do you need money?

Not at all.

You do but you don't

dare to ask?

It's not that.

Something else?

Here we are.

You can't take your trumpet

to school.

It's private and run by two

up-to-date old ladies.

They feed him and do everything.

He can't go to a municipal one

because I travel a lot.

You won't say what's wrong?

Never mind.

I wanted to tell you

I'm not leaving.

Why?

Because I love you.

That's silly.

I love you

and I have for ages.

I already liked you

in the past.

After seeing you again,

something's changed.

I walked all night.

I thought of our childhood.

All sorts of memories

came back to me.

You're at the center

of them all.

I've lived on dreams till now.

That was wrong.

You give a meaning to my life.

You're not very happy.

I'll work and help you.

I'm not worth much,

but I could be a nice guy.

- Impossible!

- I can do it.

I know you could,

but it's best to be frank.

I don't love you, Roland.

I know I can always

count on you...

and I'll always try

to help you...

but I don't love you.

I never dreamt

you thought of me...

as anything more than a friend.

We barely know each other.

Let's call it

love at first sight.

At 16, yes,

but we're not 16 anymore.

You just want to sleep with me.

Of course I do.

But I want the feeling

to be mutual.

Mad at me?

I'm not mean.

I try never to hurt people...

but I do, in spite of myself.

And yet, I'd like everyone

to be happy.

What are you waiting for?

Michel. He's the one I love.

Michel and the American.

What American?

The one I saw you with

this morning.

Spying on me?

You didn't try to hide.

Of course not.

I don't deserve this!

I thought you were a friend.

I've never had a friend,

just guys chasing after me.

But I'm nobody special.

I feel miserable.

I feel so tired.

If you knew how tired I am,

you wouldn't torment me so.

Calm down.

Besides, I'm going away.

I'm leaving town.

With him?

Who?

The American?

Yes, the American.

I'm going to America.

Then the tale about Michel

was just a bluff?

Yes. Like you say, just a bluff.

And I was going to stay here

and refuse a great job.

Why? For a whore who goes off

with the first guy she meets!

Roland!

I'm sorry.

I'm going to bed.

I'm tired, too.

Let me explain.

I don't need any explanation.

I'll soon forget you.

Leaving?

The others are waiting for me.

Did you sleep?

A little.

Did I make you cry?

Not you. Go on now.

I liked you a lot.

Farewell, Franky.

Girls School

The American.

- Know him?

- He's my friend.

Here's the Meteor

Susan borrowed.

I've dropped everything.

- It's yours.

- I don't want it.

How's your English?

It's getting better.

If my teacher sees me with you,

I'll be in trouble.

I'll never hear the end of it.

A girlfriend got expelled...

because a boy came for her

each day and brought her candy.

Come on!

I'm talking!

That's Susan.

She sticks like glue.

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