The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1972
- 102 min
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- Remember?
- I remember.
Last time, you returned to the sand.
Now you're here, coming to me.
Why this late?
I don't know.
I wanted to see you again.
I looked for you in this dark crowd.
I've been looking since I arrived.
- Nothing will part us again.
- Nothing.
Just 3 minutes ago,
I ran into an old friend.
Wait, I'll get him.
You must meet him.
I'll wait.
Ramirez!
Where are you, Mother?
I seek you among the shadows.
Mother?
I went off in search of my mother,
but the street was
full of shadows
and no one responded.
Now tell us the train dream.
No, we have to hurry.
Some other time.
Let's get going.
My respects, Madame...
Ladies, gentlemen...
When Lazarus rose from the
dead, he had no memories.
What's that?
It's the beginning of maneuvers.
I hope they spare the house.
I'll make some coffee.
Hello.
It's me again.
Please, don't bother.
I hope the noise
isn't disturbing.
Not at all. lt's perfectly normal.
It's an artillery barrage. The
cavalry will attack in 20 minutes.
I see.
Mrs. Snchal's not here?
Ah, it's you.
You'll have some coffee?
Thank you, there's no time. I simply
wanted to extend my apologies,
and I'd be delighted if you,
and your friends, of course,
would come to my home for dinner.
Would next Friday do?
Maneuvers will be over.
If my friends accept.
Fine. Your Grace will honor me
with his presence?
The honor's all mine.
Until Friday, then.
My wife will be
delighted to meet you.
Our address is
They'll be right down.
''Hat worn by Napoleon
at the Battle of Wagram''.
Let me try it on.
Not quite.
It's too small.
But it seems to be made for you.
Come now, Henri,
such bad taste!
What did I say?
It suits you fine.
You're such a child!
- Some more?
- No, thank you.
Add some seltzer.
Your health!
Is this whiskey?
That's what the label says.
Tastes like Quasi-Cola.
It is Quasi-Cola.
If the Colonel's meal is like
his drinks, we're in for it.
Is this a joke?
''And to prove your valor,
''you invite the Commander's
specter to dinner!''
And to prove your valor,
you invite...
''And to make us believe
he attended...''
God, what am I doing here?
''... You put us to sleep with a narcotic.''
I don't know my lines!
What's the matter?
Oh, nothing,
a crazy dream.
We were at the Colonel's
and we ended up on a stage,
And?
Where are you? We're waiting
for you at the Colonel's.
We were afraid
something happened.
No, we're coming.
I just dozed off.
We're on our way.
How do I look, Rafael?
Ghastly.
It's a slightly effeminate hat.
Napoleon? You think so?
As for Napoleon's hat at Wagram,
I've seen three in France.
You don't say!
Another whiskey,
Your Excellency?
- More port?
- No, thank you, I haven't finished.
What a pleasure.
We were worried.
My respects, Madame.
It's all my fault.
Do come and sit down.
Will you have something?
With your permission, a scotch.
- And you, Madame?
- A drop of port.
I hope you like it,
it's vintage port.
Any news from Miranda?
- How is the situation?
- Quite calm.
And the guerrillas?
There are a few left.
They're part of our folklore.
You have some student unrest.
Students are young.
They need to have some fun.
What is your government's policy?
We're not anti-student, you know.
On the contrary. But what do you do if
your room's swarming with flies?
You take a swatter and... splat!
No more flies!
One moment...
I hear your country is beautiful.
Very beautiful.
Of course, you lack
caviar and champagne.
But we have things just
as fine, if not better.
Excuse me.
Is it true that in certain parts of
Miranda there's still dire poverty?
I can hardly believe the gulf
between rich and poor is growing wider.
You've been misled.
Our economy is booming,
as the statistics show.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, Your Excellency.
I heard you just now.
I'm deeply interested
in administrative problems.
What would you like to know?
I'm told your judges and
policemen often accept bribes.
In the past, perhaps. There
were instances, as everywhere.
But we are a true democracy now.
Corruption no longer exists.
Excuse me.
- What's the matter?
- Nothing.
I'll tell you another time.
Until tomorrow.
Your Excellency!
- Leaving already?
- Not at all. Why?
to talk to you.
I'd like to drink a toast to you.
With pleasure, Colonel.
To your health!
Your country's been in the news
lately, at least here.
I read that Miranda
holds the world record
for the number of homicides
per capita.
No, Colonel, you're mistaken.
at the drop of a hat.
No, Colonel. I think you're
trying to offend me.
Not at all. I know
what I'm talking about.
I read it in a very serious report.
Allow me not to take
your word for it.
I repeat, I know what
I'm talking about.
If I weren't your guest,
I would demand satisfaction.
I wasn't aware this chivalrous custom
existed in your semi-barbaric land.
You have just insulted
the Republic of Miranda.
I couldn't give a tinker's damn
about Miranda.
And I sh*t on your entire army.
What is it?
I didn't hear anything.
Calm down, Colonel, please!
The ambassador's charming...
He's a lout who deserved it!
There's been a mix-up!
Let's calm down, Colonel.
Tell us what happened.
Nothing tragic.
Excuse me.
What's the matter?
I dreamed that I...
First I dreamed
that Snchal dreamed
that we went to a theater...
Then, that we were invited
to the Colonel's,
and that he argued with Rafael...
You're a goose.
Go back to sleep.
Calm down and sleep.
What flowers! The garden's
never looked lovelier.
That's kind of you.
I do my best.
By the way,
we're having some friends
over for lunch.
- Won't you join us?
- I'd love to, but I must finish.
It would make me very happy.
And we'll be among friends.
Just come when you can.
I'll finish what I have to do,
then join you.
May I suggest flanking the gate
with two rows of hydrangeas?
May I show you?
We plant two rows of hydrangeas
from the gate to the house.
May I help you?
Where can I find a priest?
You have to inquire at the parish.
But, Madame, I am a priest!
- Why do you need him?
- To give absolution to a dying old man.
Wait here. I'll be right back.
Who is it?
He's a very old man
and very poor.
He lives on a farm nearby.
A former gardener.
- He's very sick now.
- He needs a doctor.
He says it's too late.
He wants a priest.
Wait here.
Father...
I want to tell you something.
Then speak, my child.
I really don't like Jesus Christ.
Even as a little girl,
I hated him.
Such a good, gentle God?
How is it possible?
Want to know why?
Let me tend to this sick man
first, then we'll talk.
I have to deliver two bags of
carrots. I'll come for you after.
You asked for a priest?
Here I am.
religion. You wish to confess?
Yes, confess...
I'm listening.
Tell me your sins.
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