Sage femme Page #6

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It's personal.

I heard the maternity clinic shut down.

Yes, we're taking inventory.

Have you found a new job?

I haven't started looking.

-And you want to take out a loan?

-Yes.

I received my redundancy compensation,

but I don't think

that will be enough to...

I need to take some time out.

I forgot the pretzels

so I didn't dare to call.

How's she doing?

What can I say?

I'm going to the garden. Want to come?

There's no room in my life, Paul.

I have nothing to give a man.

Did I ask you for anything?

I made a simple proposal.

I'm going to the garden. Want to come?

-I haven't even touched you yet.

-Oh no?

-Well?

-It's almost healed up.

-Want to see?

-No, I don't want to see.

I love it when you pamper me.

It takes me 35 years back.

-Let's wash my hair.

-No, it's too soon.

I can't stand looking like this anymore.

But you're getting prettier each day.

Unemployment suits you.

Give me a towel.

I've never seen you so happy.

Okay, I'm ready.

Paul isn't back yet?

It's boiling hot. You want to kill me?

Hang on!

There we go, that's the right temperature.

Not so hot.

We had so much fun

back on Blvd. St. Germain.

The three of us laughed all the time.

I never understood

why your dad married your mom.

That's the liver.

She wasn't a woman for him.

She was pregnant with me.

He never told me that.

They met on a train.

It all happened very quickly.

She refused to abort,

so he married her out of duty.

Is she still mad at me?

She's mad at the entire world.

She had to struggle alone. Always alone.

She wasn't a happy woman.

She could've been happy

with you as a daughter.

I would have been.

You have gifted hands, like your father.

You're sure you don't have

any photos of him?

I never kept anything.

I guess I can't reproach you.

After Blvd. St. Germain,

I always lived out of a suitcase.

I have slides.

Slides?

Lots of them.

I was too afraid to watch them alone.

Oh, my god, what a hunk!

Don't you feel like a drink?

Paul will think

I'm a bad influence on you.

Here's to us!

To life!

Such cute bathing suits.

Who is it?

Oops, sorry.

Who on earth was that?

Simon!

-Is that your son?

-Let me introduce you!

I thought it was Antoine!

Did you grow a mustache?

Come here. This is Beatrice.

She's a childhood friend.

-Simon.

-Hello, ma'am.

And he calls me ma'am.

What? What did I do?

Beatrice can't get over

your resemblance to your grandfather.

I didn't know my grandfather.

It's beyond resemblance.

It's very troubling.

Pour me a glass. I need to get a grip.

Can I watch too?

Sure, if you want. Have a seat.

-Where'd you find all this?

-In the garage.

Why didn't you ever show me?

I don't know. Because...

I couldn't.

It's eerie.

-Look.

-Is it the baby?

-He's expecting a baby.

-Already?

There you go.

This looks good. Let me see.

It looks good.

It looks just fine. Perfect!

-Can't tell if it's a boy or a girl.

-Yes, you can. It's a boy.

You sure?

Show me. I'll tell you right away.

I'm a pro too.

The little thing there.

I see it.

It's a bit too soon to be sure.

They told us it's a boy!

Whatever. I have to go.

I'm meeting up with a friend.

We're going swimming.

And on top of it, he swims.

Good-bye, ma'am.

I'll walk you out.

I don't have a home address.

I thought I might be eligible for some aid

even if I didn't work.

A little something.

Really?

Okay, thanks.

Take them.

-Is the big day soon?

-In two weeks.

Congratulations.

-Have a good day.

-Good-bye.

Hello, ma'am, how can I help you?

Here you go.

I'll get the owner.

Hello, ma'am.

-It's not a fake, I promise you.

-I can see that.

But it's not for our clientele. I'm sorry.

-Make me an offer.

-I'm not interested.

-3,000?

-Please, don't insist.

2,000. It's nothing.

I must ask you to leave my shop.

It's worth 8,000!

You can give it to your wife.

I'm asking you to leave.

Listen, here's the truth.

You see those boys outside?

They're my grandkids.

They're my daughter's children.

Her husband left her.

She has no job, no money.

And to top it off, you're smoking.

Stop lecturing me.

This is Mantes-la-Jolie. Do you hear me?

Who do you think you are,

trying to pawn a solid gold watch here?

Never seen anything like it.

Seatbelt!

-Put your seatbelt on!

-You sound like my mother.

What are you doing? Beatrice!

I don't believe it.

She's impossible.

Where is she?

Beatrice, please!

Get in the car.

Get in! Come on, please.

Leave me alone!

She's impossible.

Don't you think you're overreacting?

-Leave me alone.

-Where are you going?

I forgot. Running away is your specialty.

What do you want me to do?

Do you think I haven't understood?

I'm dying. I know it.

And I want to live. Live!

I've never been sick, never had aches,

never complained!

Nothing could stop me.

And here I am,

a pathetic thing dependent on you.

Penniless.

How do you think I paid the hospital?

I have to sell this blasted watch!

You know what he always used to say?

That you were the one he loved kissing.

You gave everything in a kiss.

You keep making me cry with your nonsense.

Come on. Let's go.

-Where?

-To my garden.

You've never seen my garden.

It's full of flowers.

Come on. It'll do you good.

That raincoat has got to go!

I know, you already told me.

As soon as I'm back on my feet,

I'm getting you a new one.

You should see yourself from behind!

Look at that beast, covered with pollen.

He looks like he's drunk.

Reminds me of someone I knew.

You see that?

He stuffs himself silly and falls asleep.

Look.

Fresh peas in a pod. Yum!

I used to sneak them at my grandma's.

-Did you plant everything?

-Who else?

It's heavenly.

You live in heaven.

Would you like zucchini for dinner?

It's absolutely delicious.

Okay, but not with your awful brown rice.

We'll get some veal chops on the way home.

Or that prime rib I've been dying for

since our lunch...

when you treated me so badly.

Want to go for a ride?

The wolves have left Paris

By the North, and by the South

The wolves have left Paris

You can smile, sweet Elvire

The wolves have left Paris

The wolves! The wolves!

What's this thingy here?

It's the air con!

It's not bad for cigarette smoke either.

Is it easy to drive?

Want to try?

Yes.

A man with a truck like this,

I'd follow him anywhere.

What do you say, Claire?

What are you waiting for?

It's a real home.

Perfect for someone like me

who couldn't stay put.

So how do I drive?

Like a real pro.

My dear Claire, I'm on my way.

I left two suitcases with you.

I won't need them where I'm going.

You can give my clothes away,

but keep the silk shirts.

They'll look nice on you.

Give Paul my love.

Thank him

for that unforgettable truck ride!

Give my love to Simon too.

And to Lucie, who I didn't get to meet,

and their little man.

He'll be someone. I'm sure of it.

He's desired.

It wasn't really the case for you or me,

but we didn't do so badly.

I love you.

We're the best equipped

in the Paris region.

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