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- Good night, madame.

Good night, big boy!

- Well, what are you waiting for?

Give me the news. What did

she say you were to tell me?

What do you mean,

"Give me the news"?

Christ, Armand! You heard her, no?

- Me? lmpossible. l wasn't there.

She only spoke to you.

So, either l wasn't there,

or l've become the invisible man.

- You're nuts! - Go on!

Why doesn't she fire me?

Too busy?

Then she wouldn't owe the Colonel any

favors and l'd be on the front line.

Western Division commanders have

intensified patrol operations along the

German front in the past 24 hours.

Observers reported skirmishes in

Rabenbush Forest, where French

units commanded by Lt. Andre Poiret

destroyed enemy observation posts.

- ... ofthis unblest line l perish,

l, the last and most wretched. - Good.

lt's still sore. Can you give me

something strongerthis time?

l'm sorry. Yes, of course.

l'll get something for you.

What can l do for you, sir?

- Yes, is my prescription ready?

Yes, l think it should be.

Just a minute, please.

Sorry.

And if l...

- Now, these lozenges should

be good for you. - Thank you.

- And you...

- l'm sorry.

- What do you think she'll do now, eh?

- What will who do now?

What are you talking about?

Do you know if Dr. Baret confirmed

an appointment for tomorrow?

l think so. Was it about the

treatment for Mr. Duval?

No, he already called about that,

it was forthe Sartre appointment.

- l'll check up on it.

- lt's like nothing happened.

Nothing.

Maybe she liked it after all.

- lt's at 4 o'clock.

- Oh, all right, thank you.

- l'm sorry!

- Watch where you're going!

- Terribly sorry, madame!

- No... no, no! Please, don't worry.

- l'm really sorry.

- Armand, please! lt's nothing!

Please. lt was my fault.

There, you'll be fine in a couple of

days. Come back and we'll take it off.

Thank you. Do you think

it will leave a scar?

Oh, don't be silly, this is nothing!

lt's a very small cut.

- Sorry, madame.

- Oh, do forgive me.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing, madame.

You finished?

You locked up?

Yes, madame.

Well...

then, in that case...

Will you turn out the lights?

Yes. l'll take care ofit.

You may go.

- Madame...

Good night, madame.

Fool!

- And you say Armand wrote it?

- Why, yes. Who else could it be?

- You say it was meant for you?

- Henri!

But there's nothing

written on the envelope.

What does it matter? He left it where

he knew l'd find it a minute later.

Are you absolutely sure it

wasn't intended for Juliette?

Good night, Henri.

Well, if you're certain...

then l can't understand

why you don't dismiss him.

- l sent it express.

- Thank you, Juliette.

Armand?

Didn't you just do that glass?

- Yes, madame, but...

All right, leave it and go to the

storeroom. There's plenty to do there.

As you wish, madame.

- l'm terribly sorry, you were saying?

- l just want to pay forthe ointment.

lt's 30 centimes. lt's very difficult

to find help these days, you know?

- Juliette?

- Yes?

Would you please tell your husband to

spare us this concert every evening?

Yes, of course.

You're so right.

- All right, good night, Juliette.

- l'm sorry.

- l'm going too, madame.

- No, Armand...

Please finish locking up and then

come back. l'd like to talk to you.

Yes, madame.

l don't give 2 shits! The street's

public property and l can

make all the noise l like! - Mum said

l didn't marry you for your brains.

Make your noise and l'll get fired.

And then you'll be forced

to sell yourfucking cycle,

with the money you bring home.

And then the street will

be quiet, and so will she.

Oh, yes, a girl like you can find

another job in 2 minutes!

Maybe at the front, with the workforce.

- So it's like that, is it?

Me at the front and you here

chasing other girls!

Armand?

What are you doing?

Sorry, madame,

l turned offthe wrong switch.

Now, listen well.

At this point l won't even ask

if you could possibly have made such

incredible assumptions. The fact is,

you've created a very unpleasant

and embarrassing situation here.

And l find myself forced to...

- You're firing me?

- What else do you expect?

- But, madame...

Don't be infantile

with your ridiculous...

You can't send me away. l won't

bother you anymore, l swearto God!

- But l must, don't you understand?

- There's no jobs l can get...

lf you throw me out, l'll be in the army

in a matter of days. Just because l...

Yes, l know. l realize everything the

Colonel defended for you and l'm sorry.

l'm sorry about your mothertoo,

of course. She must...

What did you say to her?

You know very well she's in and out

ofthe hospital almost every month.

She'll die of fear!

- Now, you stop that, Armand!

Aren't you ashamed of yourself? At your

age, still hiding behind her coat-tails?

You're right, madame.

Forgive me, but...

l love you.

l understand,

but tell me something.

What were you thinking of?

l'm not that kind of woman.

l am married and respectable.

But perhaps that simple fact has less

importance for you than it has for me.

And there's something else, too.

lf one day,

for some reason or another,

l were to do what you

were thinking of,

you would never be the one.

l wouldn't, huh?

Forgive me, but...

we're not in the same...

l mean... we don't have

the same kind ofinterests.

What is this?

Keep away from me!

- Want to see?

- What are you doing? - Want to see

what your interests really are?

Don't you dare,

you leave me alone!

Shut your mouth! Shut it!

You're always talking!

You'd be surprised that you share more

than you think. Come on, take it! - No!

- Go down!

- No!

Take it, take it!

lt's a situation with no solution.

A provincial town, a married woman,

a motherwhose behavior can result

in nothing but scorn and isolation.

Even more, she must bearthe knowledge

that public discovery would also destroy

her own family. And so it's clear

that she must remain silent

and submit to his blackmail.

- l wouldn't exactly call it blackmail.

Why not?

Well, after all,

she accepted his advances.

Perhaps she even provoked them.

So who's blackmailing her?

l say that a woman ofher age

ought to know how to dispose of

a tiresome suitorwithout all this...

- But she was in love with him,

was she not?

- Who was that?

Ah, yes, Mme. Duval. You were saying?

- Before she continues...

perhaps we should address ourselves

to the relevance ofthese, uh...

community literary meetings. After all,

who really cares about Stendhal's

'The Red and the Black'?

Perhaps you do, Mme. Duval.

Yes, what l mean is, you must

remember, poor Mme. de Renal,

she fell in love with Sorel.

lt was a serious love,

it wasn't just a passing fancy.

l beg your pardon, ladies and gentlemen,

but l want to say something.

This honestly doesn't seem to be the

time for debates. Maybe you're already

looking forward to the next trial,

Racine's 'Phaedra', l think,

but we won't be here forthat one.

Tomorrow, we leave forthe front.

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