Petit tailleur Page #2

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I think I love him.

Is what you have catching?

What?

Love?

It's my extrasystoles.

What are extetrasystoles?

it is serious?

Not according to them.

Who's them?

Why won't it stop?

Should I call a doctor?

No, I'll just lie down.

Pass me the drops.

Here, drink.

The dress I made you is a copy.

I'm nothing but a fraud.

Would you like me

an actress?

I don't know.

I'm stopping then.

Still like me?

Yes, I do.

I like you.

Kiss me.

What do you want

with a stupid little tailor?

You have to save me.

Tell me how.

Quit your job, then I'll show you.

OK, just a second.

It's done.

I've quit.

You're less gloomy,

less serious.

Good.

Now I want us to rest.

Do you want to come?

I want to go to London.

It's too expensive.

Don't worry, I'll pay.

I didn't tell you but I'm rich.

But for how many generations?

At least seven.

OK then, let's go to London

I've never been!

Nothing beats

A full moon in Maubeuge...

Don't forget to clip the seam

or it won't open.

Working hard?

Hello.

Hello.

I'll be right back.

What are you doing?

- You'll miss the finale!

- Shut up.

You'll look after me?

Your ticket.

Don't you want to go?

Promise you'll try.

I'll try, I promise.

Be at the theater at 11.

The train leaves at midnight.

Be on time.

Hurry.

You know I'll die

if you're not there.

Your boss is just as I'd imagined.

Is he communist?

Don't you think he's scary?

Your girlfriend seems a little nutty.

She's not sad, why?

I didn't say she was sad,

I said she was nutty

See?

You pricked yourself.

Part of the trade.

I'm not so hot, Arthur.

What?

I want to see Claire.

Sylvain.

Claire is fat.

Claire is ugly and stupid.

How are things with Lolita?

Lolita goes out...

Comes in...

Doesn't come in,

- or go out, actually.

- Of what?

My life!

She passes right by me.

She's nice.

I'm all washed-up.

You want to leave?

You know you never will,

don't you?

I know.

But I'll try.

What's the world made of?

I don't know.

Forgive me,

for today I abandon you.

I use this leaden word on purpose.

Considering what I'm leaving behind,

this letter deserves gravity.

Better too much than not enough.

You chose me, Albert.

Just as I chose you.

When I meet you,

I was suffocating to the point

of wondering if life was real

Then I met you.

You, a real man,

who weathered the greatest storms,

and stood fast

in the face of horrors,

and, most of all,

loving life.

Believing one day this veil will lift,

you awake each morning

hoping it has.

I must admit,

you gave me a faith

I never thought possible

but hoped for

with all my might.

What is it, Arthur?

-Something wrong?

- Nothings wrong.

- Coming to the party?

- Yes, I'll meet you there.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Bye.

-Want a drink?

- No, thanks.

A ginger ale?

A glass of ginger ale?

You don't look good.

I had a fight with my girlfriend.

-The one I saw this afternoon?

- Yes.

That sweet thing?

Where'd you meet?

I saw the play she was in.

She's an actress?

What did you fight about?

She wanted me to go

on tour with her.

Really?

She found me a job.

- What!

- Costume designer.

Costumes?

- And?

- I told her it was impossible.

obviously.

Of course it's impossible!

You know that.

I really like her, Albert.

What do I care?

She might need me.

So, she needs you.

I need you too.

We both need you.

So?

What?

I thought we could find a solution

What solution?

What kind of solution?

A money solution?

You want money?

Is that it?

Iwas counting on you

to run the workshop.

If you leave, I'm screwed.

I know, Albert.

If yo know, why ask?

Why did you come?

I don't want the workshop.

It's not my life.

I'm a f***-up.

I'm nobody.

I'm a f***-up too.

Dummy, you little sh*t.

A f***-up"? What's that mean?

Get out, then.

What can I say?

You think you're a f***-up?

You think so?

Then get out.

Get in.

I can't hear you.

I'd like

my psycho fianceeH

to get in my car.

I don't give a damn.

I've seen it all.

You can go, it's all the same.

Why did you hide your illness?

- Who cares?

- Don't you think I do?

No!

Why didn't you tell me, Albert?

Who am I without you?

Who am I?

Whfr didn't you tell me!

Why?

My life and death belong to me,

not you.

It's not about you,

its my death!

My death belongs to me.

What am I going to do with my life!

Dummy!

If you're gonna talk nonsense, get out.

I've had it.

Get out!

Out of my sight!

-Why are you here

- Where is she?

- Kiss me.

-I don't have time.

I'll tell you where she is.

I'll never make it.

Will you forgive me?

I'll forgive you.

Because I'm cazy about you.

If I make the lashes dark

And the eyes more bright

And the lips more scarlet

Or ask if all be right

From mirror to mirror,

No vanity's displayed

I'm looking for the face I had

Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man

As though on my beloved

And my blood be cold the while

And my heart unmoved?

Why should he think me cruel

Or that he is betrayed?

I'd have him love the thing that was

Before the world was made.

Little schmuck!

I brought flowers.

It's not me

you should bring flowes to!

THE LITTLE TAILOR

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