Rosie Page #2

and everyone is happy.

And you, are you happy?

Not like in the book.

That's not possible. It's not real.

Sure it is.

It is possible.

- What do you have to do?

Follow the dictates

of your heart.

Do what you truly want to do.

Do what you want

most in the whole world.

You know what that is?

Look at the clouds

and close your eyes.

Make a wish.

I wish...

I wish... for my mummy

to be happy.

No... You have to wish

something for yourself.

Wishing for another

brings unhappiness.

Do you understand?

I'm happy if she's happy.

'Goldenboy' and 'Geraldo' are

in lead, but not by much.

We still have a lap to go

and it's anyone's guess.

How do I look?

Great... fantastic.

- You've put on some weight?

No, really. I'm serious.

I've got my papers.

- No problems then.

Take off your jacket.

That's Rosie, my little sister.

This is Bernard.

Hello, Rosie.

Hello.

That's my brother, Michel.

Hello.

Take a seat.

There?

Martini?

Mr. Bernard, what do you

do for a living?

I'm a chemist.

Do you earn a lot?

- Rosie, that's enough.

Do you mean am I rich?

- Yes.

Why do you want to know?

Because we're up to our

ears in the sh*t, sir.

And what's your line of work?

Things are quiet at the moment.

They need people...

- I'm not looking.

Work is important,

just to stay sane.

I'm in business.

Dinner must be ready.

I'll see to it.

Mr Bernard, are you a good man?

Meaning?

Are you a good man?

A decent chap?

That's someone who doesn't drink,

doesn't chase other women.

He doesn't hit his wife,

not every day. Do you drink a lot?

Do you hit your wife?

- No.

Do you like it?

I haven't eaten so well in years.

I've had to cook for myself

since my wife died and...

...you should taste it.

This is delicious.

Really. Delicious.

Here.

Its Saturday evening.

Go out and have some fun.

You could go to the theme park...

Go with that boy.

Go on...

Go ahead...

And stay out for several hours.

And stay out for several hours.

Come on, Bernard...

No really, I trip

over my own feet.

I'm too clumsy.

Michel... dance with me.

Go on... I'd love to

if I was any good at it.

Mummy, are you asleep already?

Are you dreaming...

...or are you in love?

Me too.

I have a boyfriend. Jimi.

A boyfriend? What's that?

A boyfriend is someone you

can trust and who trusts you.

You do things together.

Have things in common.

I can't explain it, but

it's a fantastic feeling.

One's coming... five,

four, three... Go!

Idiot... You could have been killed.

Your turn.

- What do I have to do?

You're my robot.

You have to do whatever I say.

See that man?

Go give him a punch on the nose.

No, that's too cruel.

An order is an order.

- Something else. Okay? For...

Go annoy him then.

Get some money from him.

That's easy.

Hello, sir.

- Hello, child.

Can I have some money for the bus?

- For cigarettes?

No, my child.

Go along home.

But then I'll have to hitch home.

And if I'm kidnapped,

you'll never forgive yourself.

How much is it? 25 Francs?

- Miser. Give me 200.

Are you mad! Not a cent.

Now be off with you.

Give me something or I'll tell

those people you're a dirty old man.

Keep your hands to yourself.

Dirty paedophile.

Hey... Hey...

Do you have everything you want?

I'd love to have some

shoes with high heels.

Do you like them?

They're yours.

Run...

Rosie.

Just look at yourself.

- Nice, huh?

What's that?

- Lacquer. It smells nice too.

Take that stuff out of

yourhair and wash yourface.

Where did you get the boots?

- They were a gift.

From who?

- A friend. His name is Jimi.

Don't you like them?

- You look like a whore.

So what?

Upstairs... now... Understand?

And invite that friend to dinner...

I want a look at him.

The next race. Number 7.

'Goldenboy' bearing number 7

is at the front.

'Goldenboy' is overtaken

on the outside.

It must have happened fast, because

number 8 is still leading and will win.

Where are you?

Come on, Jimi. Come.

Come to dinner, Rosie.

We've waited long enough.

Hurry, Jimi. Please.

He'll be along later.

- He's not coming now.

He will come. He'll come.

Nice manners, making us wait

for dinner. He's not serious.

Patience, he'll come.

Yes... He let you down.

Something could have

happened, couldn't it?

Is he handsome?

- Yes.

How old is he?

You won't say?

Then he's too old.

Take it easy.

She's in love.

What do you know about him?

Does he live nearby?

Who are his parents?

What does he do?

You won't see him again.

He's got another.

That's not true. He loves me.

We're going to get married.

Congratulations. When?

- Soon. Because we have to.

Are you okay, little one?

I'll tell you something.

When I was your age I was

head over heels in love too.

I would have done anything for

him. He was my hero, my prince.

If he had asked me to go away

with him, I would have.

Really. And in the end...

We didn't understand why

we could live in the same house

but not sleep in the same bed.

But we did it anyway,

secretly and it all came out.

He was sent away.

And I waited for him at the window.

For months.

And then you came along.

Rosie, that prince on a white

horse. He doesn't exist.

Clear off. I don't want to see

you any more. Find someone else.

What did I do?

- You deceived me.

I'd never do that.

- You don't love me.

But of course I do.

Where were you yesterday?

You don't take us serious, do you?

Very serious.

Really? Very serious?

Close your eyes.

I have a surprise.

What a chic car! It's yours?

- What do you think?

Can you drive?

- Get in, we'll go for a spin.

Where are we going?

Trust me. I'm your friend.

You have to trust me.

You do trust me?

- Of course.

Prove it.

- I trust you.

Blindly?

you cover

my eyes and tell me what to do.

Far out. Far out. Okay.

We'll do it.

Ready?

- Wait.

Now!

- It's exciting.

Okay. Straight ahead.

Go a bit right.

- Right?

Okay?

- Fine.

Can I go a bit faster?

Cool. There's a cyclist,

but it's okay.

I'll flatten him.

- Perfect.

I'm going to speed up...

- Okay. Go right... right!

Faster... faster!

- Sh*t, a crossing!

A crossing!

- Where?

Its now or never!

- Where?

In front of us.

- Where's the crossing?

Go right! Right! Stop!

Go right, Jimi. Go right!

Stop, Jimi, I've had enough.

Its enough.

I don't feel a thing.

We're not dead. We're alive.

That's enough. I warn you.

Fantastic.

Frightening.

- Madness. Pure madness.

I hope this will never end.

Is there anything for me?

Can I have my book?

- But it's so exciting.

Give it to me.

Roaring like a tiger

the knight took her.

He plunged his lance

into her sheath.

My love, my tsarina...

and her whole body was

overwhelmed by a charge...

Do you read this trash?

Yes.

You should be ashamed.

I think it's lovely, romantic.

- Romantic?

Its not for little girls.

Damn it!

- Bastard!

I want my room back, now. I'd rather

have a cockroach in it than Michel.

That's enough.

I mean it. He can drop dead.

I don't care a damn.

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