North Sea Texas Page #2

- I didn't...

- I'm sure it rang.

One moment.

Nobody there.

- Here, have one.

- I don't smoke.

Very wise.

Have you heard from the gypsy

who rented the room here?

Zoltan? No.

He disappeared one day.

Flew off, like a bird.

With the fair.

That's happiness, my child.

North in summer, south in winter.

Venice, Paris, Le Pire, Lima, Capri...

Countries and foreign people.

Do what you want, no worries...

No children.

The room is fine.

- Where's Pim?

- A party. That's all he said.

Is he quiet at home, too?

- You think he's quiet?

- Yes.

I don't think so.

I often hear his voice.

That boy lives in another world.

I try to read his thoughts.

Draw, draw, that he can do.

But I almost never see his drawings.

Sometimes I worry, Sabrina, you know?

I only have one son.

Pim is a dreamer.

Tell me... What's her name?

Franoise. But it's

not certain that she...

Well...

Tell her you liked the room.

Why didn't she come to

see it herself? Is she shy?

What kind of work is

she looking for here?

There's no more work here

than in the north of France.

Oh yes, no visitors in the

room. Tell your brother.

Does she speak Dutch?

You don't even know that?

Plenty of rest, say the doctors.

Get Pim a drink.

Fortunately I still have my

daughter, now that Gino has left.

The house has become so very big.

He moved in with her.

They both work at a

restaurant in Dunkerque.

Washing dishes? Mopping the floor?

I don't know.

- He didn't even come to the hospital.

- Gino doesn't like hospitals.

Well, I'm off.

Pim.

That tienne. What was he

thinking, bloody idiot?

At the hotel in Lille, I

gave him a little pleasure.

I was in good spirits.

But it mustn't happen again.

When we came back from Dunkerque,

he parked his car in a picnic area.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself.

I bit him.

Mom, come inside, you'll catch cold.

Yes.

Mirza. Mirza.

Zoltan.

You're here.

Hello, Yvette.

I'm back.

Pim will show you the room.

You can hang your clothes

here, on the hooks.

You grew.

That's normal, I'm sixteen.

Did you give Zoltan a clean towel?

A bath towel, yes.

The money is welcome.

He's already rented the room.

He was only a boy then.

He's a man now.

Finally we can take

down the damn posters.

The room is rented, Franoise.

You still drink red wine?

- Zoltan.

- Pim.

Pimmie.

I remember.

Pimmie.

Shall I play a tune for

you gentlemen? A waltz.

Mirza!

Where were you all night?

Well, friend. Little rascal.

You can have bread.

There's still some jam.

I'll clean it up.

It's Friday. I'm going out.

Hush.

He'll be back.

Hi, Pim. Your mother works today?

She works.

What do you want to

drink? Some grenadine?

He's probably a Romanian.

No, he's a Bulgarian

in search of happiness.

Grenadine.

Why doesn't he sleep in the caravan,

near the bumper cars?

Oh, what does he know about it, Pim?

Here. It's on the house.

And when the fair leaves,

is he going to stay?

Better a big car than a big guy, Julien.

Life's short enough as

it is. You be quiet, now.

Tonight, spaghetti.

Then you know more than me.

Pimmie? A towel, please.

Ok.

There's vanilla ice cream for dessert.

- Dessert?

- Yes, dessert.

The Cologne Fair, it's worth seeing.

Pimmie, you wouldn't believe your eyes.

It's very large, there's always work.

We'll play this tomorrow.

You are my audience.

Yeah?

Gino.

Yeah.

Ok, what...

Sabrina.

Sabrina is smitten with you.

I can see it. She's crazy about you.

But you already know that.

You're going to be seventeen, Pimmie.

Seventeen.

You gotta...

We both gotta...

Sometimes you have to make choices.

I was going to tell you about Franoise.

Pimmie, wait.

We can still be friends.

We were children. Kids.

It was a game.

Imagine:
You and Sabrina.

It would be fantastic.

I'm leaving. The next fair in Cologne,

Zoltan will take me with him.

The gypsy?

- You're beautiful when you're jealous.

- Who's jealous?

You think I was in love with you?

Pim.

Be quiet.

Bring me a drink, Pim.

No no no, wine.

Wine.

Zoltan, you look sharp.

Yes, for going out.

Some wine, Zoltan?

Thank you, Pimmie.

Thank you.

- Pimmie, see you later.

- See you later.

Bye.

Fool.

He certainly did wander.

He slept the whole

afternoon on the sofa.

He just woke up.

You don't need to tell me, I live here.

Here.

You can sleep in Gino's room tonight.

And tomorrow. And the

day after tomorrow.

Your soup's getting cold, Sabrina.

Pim really can't come to live with us.

He's always been part of this family.

Yeah, I'd noticed.

- That had to bother you a lot.

- That was before.

Little Pim found his way back.

When the gypsy was living with

them, we almost never saw him.

- You knew that Pim and Gino...

- He's staying here.

That boy has never had a true home.

Some mother. Gone with the wind.

Yvette.

Even your father wasn't

immune to that man-eater.

That rhymes.

Yvette Mimosa. With her

manners and her accordion.

That blonde thought

she could have them all.

If one left, he was

immediately replaced.

She was unfaithful, Miss

Provocateur. That hasn't changed.

Oh, my handsome Stefano.

You don't have a picture, Mom?

All women have a picture of...

You don't have to ask me every time.

I should check my kidneys.

I have the right to know

what my father looked like.

Sabrina, I ... I can...

Is he still alive, at

least? I just want to know.

No, I don't know. And I'm not

going to take orders from you, ok?

I was more agile before.

Shall I make tea?

Where are you going?

Nowhere. Out for some air.

- Put on your coat.

- It's summer, Mom.

But it feels like autumn. And stop

at the butcher's on the way back.

- Who said I was coming back?

- A half-pound of thin bacon.

So fast.

My bag.

Where are you going?

What are you looking for?

Can I help you?

Your father.

Look.

Mom?

Mom.

A, b, c, d, e,

f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m,

n, o, p, q, r,

s, t, u, v, w, x, y, z.

The sea.

Where's Franoise?

She didn't feel well.

What a b*tch.

Want some water?

Sure.

"House for rent"

Ms. Desmet said there are still

belongings of your mother's,

and asked what to do.

Pitch them.

Make yourself a sandwich.

I can maybe bring you something later.

Dreadful weather.

Can I come in?

Hush, Mirza.

Dreadful weather. You can say that.

Your sister's not here.

On Monday, Tuesday and...

I came to see you.

Here.

- What do you want to drink?

- A beer.

I'm living here temporarily.

So you know.

It's temporary.

What do you want from me?

I waited for you.

Here. A gift is a gift.

Make a bow tie.

That way you'll never forget me.

Stay.

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