Modern Life Page #5

I think he thinks he's sterile.

- You think, or you're sure?

- Sure...

Yet he still refuses to test?

No, but he does nothing about it.

Without a sperm test,

we'll get nowhere, you understand?

Of course.

Maybe he isn't sterile at all!

Think you can persuade him to test?

I hope so.

Once more, I find

your husband's absence deplorable.

Next time, he must be here.

Otherwise, I'm powerless.

Does your husband want a child

as much as you?

Yes, I think so.

Up until now he didn't,

which is why...

we left it so late to have one.

We wanted to enjoy life

as much as possible...

To live life to the full.

And the years slipped by,

until now.

He says having a child

won't solve my problems.

But I don't want a child

to solve my problems.

I mean, what problems?

My only problem is, I'm childless.

Will I have a child?

That depends on you

and your husband.

Can't you say something else?

I'd like to go home hopeful.

There's no reason to despair.

Hello, Georges?

Are you there?

You're not there?

Why aren't you there?

I'm in the street...

You can't call me.

Can we talk?

- What for?

- I'd like to talk.

I'm sorry about the letter.

I over-reacted, I regret it.

Okay.

I guess you won't change

your opinion of me.

I blew it.

I'd forgotten the whole thing.

Gotta go... Bye.

What's the matter?

I'm not hungry,

yet you oblige me to come eat.

Then don't,

but being at the table is important.

I know teenagers tend

to withdraw into their shell,

to break the bonds of family.

I fight it, for your own good.

Why these sighs of exasperation?

Tell us?

No.

I'm asking you to speak your mind.

If I do, you'll get annoyed.

No, I promise I won't.

I think you could say things

more simply.

Meaning?

You like to lay down the law

and have everyone under your thumb.

You bring me to table

to show who's boss

just to have the pleasure

of humiliating me.

Who are you to judge your father so?

Of all the nerve!

You lock yourself in your room,

don't speak to your brother and I

you slouch to the table

like a martyr,

do nothing in school, eat all day,

and you dare talk to me so?

Sit down!

You seem uptight.

Like a little massage?

No thanks.

Stop it!

Still want a child?

- You're bleeding.

- Yeah, hands off!

- I didn't mean to hit you.

- Sure!

You should've stopped.

I mean, Claire,

it's not like we were strangers.

Will you stop insisting

that we slept together!

I told you, I don't remember.

Then admit it hurts.

Maybe, but so be it.

Just tell yourself I'm sick.

You always were hung up.

I'm no monster!

Then control your sexual urges.

Seems you're sick too.

Sorry, I got carried away.

Usually, I keep check.

Or I try.

I found you...

beautiful, vulnerable.

I took advantage.

Okay?

And now you're mad at me!

- Forget it.

- You did try to break my face...

Want to go for a drink?

Come and dance!

You're beautiful!

Hot in here.

Fancy some fresh air?

Okay.

- You're squashing me.

- What's up?

Nothing, I just couldn't breathe.

So, we drive or what?

My Place?

Got something to drink there?

I've suddenly sobered up.

Need to be drunk to sleep with me?

You scared?

Don't worry!

I'll make my special cocktail.

Jacques?

It's Eva. Did I wake you?

Kind of...

Can I see you?

What's Up?

Can we meet in the bar in my street?

I live at 158 rue Leibniz.

You don't get it, do you?

My clients can't wait.

In two days,

you're on your own.

But what can I do?

Two days! Goodbye, Miss.

Mrs Renard?

Dance with me.

What do you do, Herminio?

Show host...

on a Latin American radio station.

Amazing, no?

Not bad.

Can I ask you a stupid question?

Go ahead.

What was your first

impression of me?

My first impression?

I like dancing with you.

And then...

it gets a bit more complex

than I thought.

It's exciting...

but I'm afraid you might be

a bit of a ball-breaker.

Why do you say that?

Let me look at you.

I like your face,

with its superior air...

Rage and disgust within, no?

- Make fun of me, I'm leaving.

- No...

Relax,

stop trying to control everything.

Let me love you, protect you.

Someone's there!

- You sure?

- Yes! Anyone else here?

It's my son. He woke up.

He's usually asleep at this hour.

How old is he?

Fourteen... I'm furious.

Was he watching us?

I don't know, I saw a shadow.

Don't scold him.

Where is he?

In his room.

- Introduce me, I'll feel better.

- No...

Go on! I want to meet him.

Pedro! Come here!

This is Claire.

Hello.

Go back to bed.

Sweet dreams.

You too.

Hold on, I'll see.

- You Jacques?

- Yes.

It's for you.

Can you come up?

I can't come down, I'll explain.

Sorry, but the lift's out of order.

Be right up.

That you, Jacques?

I'm so glad you've come.

What was that counseling dame

doing here?

Who?

Mrs Renard. I saw her leave.

Don't know.

Sure it was her?

Of course! You didn't see her?

No.

Come listen to something.

That's why I couldn't go out.

This friend came by and passed out.

She's better now, she's sleeping.

We're going to kill Ines.

And then we'll kill you,

filthy whore!

Wherever you go, wherever you are,

we'll find you.

This is the devil speaking.

Tell your friend Jacques

to mind his liver...

Hope I'm not pregnant!

Back to the fray, see you!

Who was that?

I don't know her very well.

A bit crazy, no?

What does she do?

In your opinion?

- You too?

- What do you think?

I think I'm gonna drop this.

Give you your money back,

what's left of it.

- Scared, eh?

- Yes.

I can't trust you, you lie,

I don't know who you are

nor why you got me into this.

Keep the money,

it doesn't matter.

I saw Alain again

and he booted me out.

Told you he was a bastard.

Does he know what his sister

took from you?

Sure.

But that has nothing to do with it.

Nothing to do with it?

I'm getting into deep waters

I don't want to know, see?

I was totally lost

the day I called you.

I needed help.

You seemed so solid...

so reassuring.

Only to please you.

It worked.

I fell for you.

If I'm not telling you,

it's to protect you.

Yet I wanted you to protect me.

Claire, still in there?

Don't feel well?

I'm okay.

I prepared you a new cocktail.

It's called "Lost Cause".

What do you think?

Great. I'll be right out.

What's the matter?

You know...

we can just talk normally.

Come on!

Don't want to taste my "Lost Cause"?

I like you...

I even like your accent.

I'm trying to be with you

but my mind's elsewhere,

thinking of all kinds of things.

Know what I was thinking earlier?

About how we could organize

the world for the better.

As if all that

was for me to resolve!

I'd better go.

Seen my coat?

I think it's in the hall.

That "Lost Cause" finished me.

Me too... And I'm used to it!

I forgot to ask you

if I could sleep here.

- You were sleeping...

- Yeah, in my first cycle...

I was making love to a giantess.

- Who is it?

- Ines.

Not the same person

as the other photo.

Yet it's her.

No, I'm sure of it!

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