Lola Page #6

Me, too.

School's boring. I'll learn to

be a hairdresser at my uncle's.

And she began to cry.

I said to myself, tomorrow

she'll forget all this.

This morning she was gone.

She wanted to be a dancer,

not a hairdresser.

We should never

contradict children.

I'm in a terrible position.

My brother-in-law

is her father.

So?

I never told her.

That's silly.

- Really?

- Of course.

I haven't seen him in ten years,

but he writes constantly.

I'm undecided.

I'll go to Cherbourg at once.

You're not leaving?

- What time is it?

- 12:
20.

My ship sails at 1:00.

I'll miss my train!

Anybody here?

Coming!

Can I help you?

- Don't you know me?

- What?

Don't you recognize me? Michel.

Jeanne, come quick!

You've killed her.

- You exaggerate.

- And you?

Get some vinegar and a towel!

You could have at least

spared your mother.

I'm not here to be scolded.

- She's breathing.

- Of course.

Michel, my son.

- She can talk.

- It's nothing.

- Don't move.

- I'm not dying.

I've got great news.

- Not again!

- Let him talk.

Mama, I'm rich.

You hear me? Rich!

I'm not deaf.

That's all you can say?

There are other riches.

Never mind her.

Tell me everything.

I've come back

to get married.

My wife and child

are waiting for me.

After seven years?

You're dreaming.

- Some welcome.

- Is she here?

She dances at the El Dorado.

A dancer?

Look after Mama.

- You're leaving?

- I have things to do.

Michel's come back

for his wife... a dancer.

A dancer. That's all I needed.

He hasn't changed.

I knew him at once.

I passed out.

It's silly to be so emotional.

I'll get my bag.

Leaving?

Stay to see Michel

and meet his wife.

I don't have the time.

- We'll see you soon?

- I'm not coming back to France.

Bye, my little chickie.

If ever you need us,

we'll be here.

Thank you.

Bye, kitten.

We'll miss you.

Come see me.

Bye, treasure.

- Be careful.

- I'm not crazy.

Bye, angel.

- You'll see Marseilles.

- I'll think of you.

Bye, my little bug.

- Send us a postcard?

- Sure.

Bye, darling.

Come back and see us.

Hurry, Lola.

You'll miss your train.

Looking for someone?

Cecile.

It's Michel!

Your son.

Yvon, kiss your father.

A son.

He looks like you.

Don't just stand there.

I was so afraid

you wouldn't come back.

Seven years. Can you imagine?

If you knew how I've waited

and thought about you.

At times the memory of you

made my life miserable.

I tried to forget you,

but I couldn't.

- Forgive me.

- I doubted you so.

I wanted to come back,

but I couldn't.

I was broke on an island

on Matareva in the Pacific.

I thought about you constantly.

I couldn't do a thing.

Time passed.

I thought, "She's forgotten me."

Then slowly my life changed.

I regained my confidence...

but I didn't dare come back

to France to see you.

I've been here three days...

wandering around town.

Today I made my decision.

If you want...

if you still love me...

Bye, Lola.

Music! Champagne!

Let's have some fun!

What's wrong?

Nothing.

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