Populaire Page #5

And made you a widow

as a wedding gift?

You didn't die in combat.

Let yourself live, for God's sake.

Like you, shut up in this house?

I have nothing to prove to myself.

I made choices.

You never had that courage.

Every time you kiss Bob

or hold your children,

you should thank me.

What for?

I was crazy about you.

And you...

You preferred to be

second best.

In Paris, when Rose won,

she stepped onto the podium

with such joy

and a smile so immense...

The same smile you had

the day I saw you with Bob.

I knew I could never make her so happy.

I was smiling because I felt loved.

I'm scared to death.

Everyone's scared, Louis.

Is it really a fair contest, Gaston?

Absolutely.

It takes months to draft

texts that are of equal difficulty

with the same number of characters,

and no mention

of politics or religion,

or anything that might offend

or upset the contestants.

Without a doubt,

Italy is definitely eliminated.

Just look at prodigy Hong Chering.

Britain's flagging.

Will she finish?

Susan Hunter

looks unbeatable this year.

As usual, she's the favourite.

It's France versus the USA in the final!

Stop staring.

You look like Bambi!

Where do you think you're going?

Backstage.

I need to recentre.

If you go anywhere now,

they'll know you're afraid.

Here we go!

Three five-minute rounds

to determine the winner

of the 1959 world championship!

And I thought the French

were only good at cooking.

I'M VERY SORRY

Not bad.

You made it

for the end of the second round.

Go ahead.

Run after your champion.

If I were you, I'd do the same.

But think about it.

How will she react when she sees you?

Fall into your arms?

Or reject you, perhaps.

With good reason, don't you think?

Either way,

it'll break her concentration.

She'll lose.

And then

all those hours of training,

all those sacrifices.

For what?

To destroy

everything you've ever dreamed of?

Astonishing! Pamphyle's run off stage.

You won't get near her,

insurance man.

You can't give up now.

Forget that old machine.

It'll slow you down.

The old machine is just fine.

Most likely,

you took off too fast.

That's your big weakness.

I thought it was yours.

What are they saying?

I've no idea.

I convinced myself

I could only be happy helping people.

I made you believe you needed me,

but from the moment we met,

I knew it was me who needed you.

All that you are makes me happy.

I love you.

If you stay a minute longer,

you'll be disqualified.

A piece of advice before I go back?

Knock 'em dead, pumpkin.

What the hell's going on?

You can't switch halfway through.

Put the Populaire back immediately

or you'll reimburse

every penny I've spent on you.

I've doubled your investment.

If you won't do it for my father,

do it for me.

You're not that good a kisser.

Don't let me down, kid.

This time,

my money's on you.

Into the final stretch.

Anything's possible, Gaston.

Pamphyle on herTriumph

is keystrokes from victory.

Pamphyle seems possessed

by the machine.

She has possessed

the machine, you mean.

Only 40 seconds left.

My God!

She can't type a line!

What a disaster!

I know!

You'll think I'm nuts,

but the only way

it can keep up with her

is to put all the letters together.

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