The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie Page #3

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God! lf you saw it...

In that case...

This dress is such a nuisance.

Turn off the light!

Hear that?

I don't know who it is.

Oh, it's you!

Good. Come in.

What do you want?

I saw Snchal this morning.

He's sorry about lunch the other day.

''A misunderstanding.''

- He wants to have us over tonight.

- Tonight?

Who is it?

Your husband.

Is that my wife in your bedroom?

She arrived five minutes ago.

That's odd.

She said nothing?

Isn't this a coincidence!

I also came by

to give him the invitation.

- You free tonight?

- Absolutely.

- So we go together, as usual?

- With pleasure.

- Some champagne?

- No, I must run along.

Coming with me?

No, wait. Let her stay a moment.

Just a few minutes.

- What for?

- I have to show her the sursicks.

- The what?

- The sursicks.

- I'll wait in the car.

- I'll be right down.

- What are these sursicks?

- I don't know and who cares!

Come quick!

You're mad! He's downstairs!

He might come back up!

Just one little moment!

Leave me alone! Let me go!

See you tonight, darling.

Don't move. Hands up.

You're better qualified

for love than for war.

You think I'm a bastard.

I'd even be a socialist,

if socialists believed in God.

How old are you?

You and your friends

haven't a chance.

Violence will get you nowhere.

I've always said so.

You're a good little housewife.

Bread, lettuce...

The key to dreams...

A man forewarned is forearmed,

don't you think?

Some champagne?

Have any younger brothers?

Basically, we think alike.

Take the bomb and pollution.

You're against.

Well, so am I.

You're for free love. So am I.

How dare you touch me!

Mao Tse-tung was right...

I don't agree.

If Mao said that,

it means he misread Freud.

When all is said and done,

the only solution to famine and

poverty is the military solution.

You'll see in Miranda,

when you have to spread your

pretty thighs to an infantry battalion.

Don't you agree?

And now?

Yours must be loaded,

since you're here to kill me.

I could easily eliminate you.

Self-defense.

But I'll show you

how generous I can be.

The door is open. Get out.

I have a dinner appointment.

I must get dressed. Get out!

- So you don't know the IWM?

- I'm not much on acronyms.

The International Women's

Movement.

You know the IWM's rallying sign?

This.

As idiotic a sign as the others.

Fascist. Communist. Victory,

and ''Christ is our lord and master.''

And ''Morituri te salutant.''

Rafael, can you come a minute?

May I introduce Don Rafael Acosta,

ambassador of the Mirandan Republic.

Monsignor Dufour.

- Your Grace.

- Your Excellency.

Dinner will be served shortly.

A drink, while we wait?

Just this once, I'll have a whiskey.

Just a drop. With soda.

Nothing for me, thank you.

I'm delighted to meet you.

You know, we have

a large mission in Bogota.

Bogota is in Colombia.

That's right, it is in Colombia.

I got mixed up.

I don't know Miranda but

I hear it's a magnificent country.

The Andes, the pampas...

The pampas are in Argentina,

Your Grace.

You're right. Of course.

I ought to know that.

I recently saw a book

on Latin America.

It had superb photos

of your ancient pyramids.

Our pyramids?

We have no pyramids in Miranda.

Mexico and Guatemala have them,

we don't.

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely sure.

Dinner is ready, Madame.

If you please,

dinner is served.

- Your Grace...

- After you, Madame, please.

- Will you do the honors?

- If you insist.

Who can that be at this hour?

Rosalie, please get the door.

Ladies, gentlemen, good evening...

Please excuse us.

I was expecting you tomorrow.

Maneuvers were moved up a day.

But, Colonel, turning up like this...

I'm truly sorry.

It's not my fault, believe me.

We have guests tonight.

I suppose you haven't had dinner.

Give me 5 minutes

and I'll see what I can do.

In the meantime, won't you have

a drink and meet our friends?

With pleasure.

Can you help with the chairs?

At your service, Madame.

Let's see what's in the fridge.

Some pat, some ham...

Care for a whiskey?

Dry martini? Vodka?

Whatever you like.

- A martini?

- Why not?

Mr. Snchal had agreed to house

us during maneuvers, like before.

I didn't think he'd have

guests tonight.

- Mexican?

- Congo.

Good stuff.

You're an infantry officer?

- Cavalry.

- So sorry.

- What's that you're smoking, Colonel?

- Marijuana. Care for some?

No, thank you.

- Your Excellency?

- Certainly not.

I'd love some.

Not those chairs!

I'll go get some others.

Your Grace!

That'll do.

I wouldn't have believed

you smoked in the army.

In my country, for example,

the army is incredibly strict.

Marijuana's nothing, you know.

But it's the first step towards

worse. I loathe drug addicts.

So do I.

were discharged recently

because they were drug addicts.

That's kind of you.

Marijuana isn't a drug.

Take Vietnam, for instance.

From generals to privates,

everybody smokes.

And what happens?

They bomb their own troops.

If they bomb their own troop,

there must be a reason.

And remember, during

the Great War,

our men had to drink

You exaggerate.

Not at all. Despite those 3 liters

there were still many deserters.

They were machine-gunned

by French police.

Hundreds were killed.

I never heard that.

It's a historic fact. They even

say it happened at Verdun...

I think we can eat now.

I hope we can all squeeze in.

Obviously, the portions are small.

But there are eggs,

ham and cheese.

I'm sure it will be fine.

And again, my apologies.

Sit where you can.

- Some foie gras, Colonel?

- With pleasure.

- May I serve you?

- Please do.

- Are your maneuvers long?

- About a week.

Message from HQ for the Colonel.

Sir...

What is it now?

If you'll excuse me...

- You don't say!

- What is it?

The Green Army's attacked.

We have to go.

But you haven't eaten!

I'm sorry, Madame,

but orders are orders.

Ladies, gentlemen...

Gentlemen, we're leaving.

Ah, that's right...

The sergeant has

a charming dream to relate.

We're listening.

I had a dream last week...

I was taking a walk at dusk

in a busy shopping street.

What are you doing around here?

What about you?

I live here.

Since when?

It's been six years, I think.

And you?

I just got here.

What's the matter?

You look so pale.

And you?

You should see yourself.

- You smell of earth.

- So do you.

Are you staying here long?

Forever.

Wait for me a minute.

I have to buy something.

I'll wait.

Hello.

- Wasn't Ramirez just here with you?

- Yes.

- You sure it was him?

- Sure.

Don't you know

he died over 6 years ago?

Say, that's true. You're right.

- How can that be?

- I don't know.

I was surprised to see him.

He said he lived around here.

I remember now,

he died quite a while ago.

He went in here.

Wait, I'll go get him.

- It's you?

- Yes, it's me.

- You recognize me?

- How could I not recognize you?

- You might have forgotten me.

- Forget you?

Every time I tried to talk to you,

you kept your distance,

you snubbed me.

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