Odette Toulemonde Page #5

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Yes!

To go to the seaside.

The Mediterranean.

The Mediterranean? Why?

We're by the sea here.

More discreet, more charming. The North Sea!

No

What?

No

I'm sorry, no.

You don't like me.

You're so stupid!

And?

No, absolutely not!

Antoine! The memory of Antoine!

No!

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

I don't get it.

Sorry.

You don't want

to beat yourself up, no!

We won't say another word!

sleep with me.

Well, Odette?

What's going on?

I had such a night!...

I can't show my face, I'd scare children.

Why?

Oooh

Balthazar Balsan?

Hmm

Exactly! She told me.

She screwed him all night like a rabbit.

I don't believe it...

It's true! It's not always the ones that

look it that are the biggest sluts.

Yeah, sure, you think you can say

anything, don't you?

Oh dear, sorry. I don't know

where my head is.

Yeah, of course!

You're playing at rock stars

with your sunglasses!

You don't talk to us anymore!

Since you started sleeping

with famous people.

It's like we're not good

enough for you anymore!

Here! Give me that!

Whatever!

Go and get your yas in his arms!

Balthazar?

Rudy! I have to come back to France.

But I want to get a surprise for your Mum

Will you help me?

You're leaving?

OK, so I know she wants to go to the seaside

You can use this money

to take her there...

but don't whatever you do

tell her it came from me.

Tell her you got a bonus or something, ok?

" In Paris "

" So far from home "

" Yeah, long lonely months I've spent"

" Like a lost soul "

" I was looking in vain "

" to forget my pain"

" Now I know what I was "

" Without love "

" Without a single touch "

Where were you?

I was trying to recover.

Recover from what?

Tell me.

Are there clichs in my books?

Clichs?

Answer me honestly.

No! There aren't any clichs in your books.

So why are there so many in my life, eh?

Because I came from a Children's Home...

A Children's Home?

I thought your parents were Ambassadors

in the Middle East?

I made that up!

I never knew my parents,

not even their names.

I went from foster home to foster home

I had only one wish: to run away!

For better or worse

I chose better, and studied.

So at least whoever wants to succeed, can,

Just like everyone says.

I chased money, power, notoriety.

Big flat in Paris, chalet in Megve,

house in Saint-Tropez.

I gave myself a beautiful wife

long-legged mistresses..

Nothing but clichs!

Balthazar!

And none of them made me happy.

Someone else, maybe, but not me!

Yeah, I wanted to live to other

peoples' ideas of happiness, not mine!

So, what makes you happy?

Well that's just it! I don't know.

Are you sure you're not coming Paulo?

No

What are you going to do?

He's going back to Valenciennes.

Valenciennes?

Yes

I'm not happy here.

I don't know where I am.

It's all over!

There's no future for me in Charleroi!

I'm going back to Valenciennes!

Hip Hip Hip!

Hurrah!

What a bunch of idiots, this lot!

A bunch of idiots!

Papa!

Oh, sorry, I missed you

I wanted to see you.

Take me with you, I don't like it here.

I don't want to leave you again.

My poor Franois!

You're just like me!

Oh, hello!

Hello Philippe!

Err... Isn't Odette here?

No! They've gone to the seaside.

Odette didn't feel like it.

Where? Knock-Le-Zoute?

Non! You're made! Blieckenbleck!

Blickenblake

Blieckenbleck. It's like Le Zoute, isn't it?

Except cheaper!

On the way Blieckenbleck!

Blickenblake?

Blieckenbleck!

It's like Le Zoute, but cheaper!

Don't you want me anymore?

You neither?

I haven't really got anything

to reproach you with.

Me neither!

Ah...

Right, I'll show you your room.

Just for once, I can play duchess.

Odette, I came back because

my son needs to learn.

And I said to myself that here...

around you, he could learn lessons.

What kind of lessons?

Happiness lessons.

Are you still giving them?

But you're crying!

No..

I won't insist.

My Antoine was a plumber,

and I always said to him, that men and women

don't have the same waterworks.

Pardon?

Yeah, because there are quiet waterworks,

and others that make a lot of noise.

Ah..

But I know that you men,

You have to get inside us to prove

your affection.

Eh? That's your DIY side talking.

A bit invasive.

Ah...

You'd think I was doing a report about

gazelles in Mozambique.

I'm not starting again.

I don't want to sleep with you, because

I won't live with you.

You're just passing through my life.

You came, you left.

And then I came back.

Yes, but you'll leave again.

And then your age.. Paris, Charleroi..

Money, no money..

The game's up!

We could pass by each other,

but we mustn't meet again.

But I really need you.

I know.

Coucou!

Wait a little while..

Shhh! You'll see!

It's in her blood!

No, I can't resist!

" Chiquita Madame de la Martinique "

" Chiquita Madame de la Martinique "

" Tell me why you're so ironic "

" Chiquita Madame de la Martinique "

" Men smile at you to do their bidding "

" The men round here dance really well "

" But a lot of them want to kiss me, too "

" And of all the guys from round here,

I prefer "

" My man from Martinique,

who's waiting for me"

" Oh Chiquita Madame de la Martinique "

" This guy must be very nice"

" Chiquita Madame cause

he's got good taste "

" The one who spends his life with you "

" Chiquita Madame because

he's got good taste "

" The one who spends his life with you "

Why Josephine Baker?

Why not? I'm black on the inside.

Balthazar

hmm

I'm not in love with you!

Ah...

No, I'm not in love with you.

I love you.

That's much more important!

What's going on?

No idea.

Perhaps I'm in love...

Go on, say you are!

Faster, faster! Yes!

Franois!

Come in! You're all we need

Before you tell me off, listen!

Balthazar Balsan gave me

a lot through his books.

I never thought I could give back

what he's given me

until, by a bizarre coincidence,

he came to stay with me

a few weeks ago.

He'll have to go back to Paris soon,

because at his age and notoriety

he can't start his life again in Charleroi.

Odette, you could have warned me.

But he's too scared to go home.

Firstly, because he's ashamed

but mostly because he's scared.

Scared of what?

Scared of you.

Why?

Because you no longer admire him enough!

You should be proud of your husband.

He makes thousands of people happy.

In the grand scheme, there are

check-out girls, and secretaries

and little employees like me.

Bu he makes us passionate, he surprises us.

Us, who don't read much,

who aren't cultivated like you.

You see, Olaf Pims,

maybe he writes great books too

But I need a dictionary and several

packets of aspirin to understand...

what he's talking about.

And you, Mr. Editor!

You should be defending your author against

the people in Paris who disparage him,

who make him miserable.

When we have the chance to be around

such treasures, we look after them!

Or we change jobs! Right?

A cake!

It's homemade!

You think he doesn't love you?

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