The Queen of Hearts Page #5

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but I really desire it. "

Okay, Paul, I will.

Tomorrow.

Same place.

Same man.

- Adele.

- Yes.

Today, it was really a disaster.

I'm so sorry. I want to make love

to you again, as soon as possible.

Very well, but on one condition:

Someone watching us.

What will we do with the baby?

I'll take care of everything.

See you tomorrow.

Adele had prepared everything...

cakes, tea.

She had worked all morning

so that the meeting would go well.

First she had contacted Pierre

to arrange to meet him in the park

without saying

it was to watch the baby.

She called Jacques back

to tell him all was arranged,

then she informed Paul

of the time and place of the meeting.

He suggested a few things,

but Adele couldn't back out now.

She was committed to doing anything

necessary to achieve true love with Paul.

Ah, Jacques.

- Wait for me here.

- Where are you going with Louise?

Trust me, I'll be back.

Pierre, thanks for coming.

- You seem very flustered.

- I ran.

I need you to take care of the baby

for about an hour.

I'll come back and get her here.

But I can't. I have things to do

this afternoon. I'm sorry.

I beg you.

It's a question of life or death.

Thank you, Pierre.

Thank you so much.

Oh, Jacques!

Jacques, stop!

- Calm down!

- I like it when you slap me.

You really have no dignity.

- But what are we waiting for?

- Instructions.

Listen, have a piece of cake

while you're waiting.

Well, that went okay, no?

- That model is a pain in the ass, huh?

- A nightmare.

- But you were really great.

- Thanks.

Really.

You're a super assistant.

That's my baby!

What are you doing with her?

- Where's my husband?

- What the hell is going on?

Adele asked me to watch her.

- I fired Adele weeks ago.

- What?

Quick, hurry.

He'll be here any minute.

- Quick, undress!

- Listen, Adele,

I can't make love

in these conditions.

I'm only a man.

This is crazy!

Let go!

Okay, we'll go to my house.

It's right here.

Blindfold me.

Jacques.

I'm scared.

Paul.

Oh, Paul.

Paul.

I'm here.

Oh, Paul.

Oh my God! Jacques!

What are you doing in my house?

I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry, Rachel!

This is appalling, disgusting!

The meeting is a disaster.

Gladys is outraged,

Jacques is crushed.

Rachel is dismayed.

Pierre is distraught.

Paul flees.

Adele faints.

Your husband is a real bastard.

Shut up, you're fired!

What? But that's not fair,

I've done nothing!

Gladys!

I can't even be angry with her.

It's infuriating.

Girls are so predictable,

even the most surprising ones.

There's no point in respecting them,

being there to listen.

The only thing that works

is flattering them,

telling them they're unique.

It's not fair because, me,

I just can't do it.

Well, that's a good thing.

Anyway, that's just emptiness.

Emptiness doesn't last.

It's worth nothing.

It does seem to have an effect.

I can't have children.

I had a serious illness when I was little

with a lot of medication.

Now my sperm is rotten.

I feel useless.

I can't even remember,

I was too small.

I don't know why I'm telling you that.

You're embarrassed.

It's true, I don't know why.

It must be because you saw my eye,

so you thought,

"Well, she's got a problem. "

So you tell me yours.

Your eye is super-sensational.

Yeah, well, I have a rotten eye,

you have rotten sperm.

To each his burden.

This young lady has had

an emotional shock.

Did something happen to her?

No.

Did you find her like this?

- Whose house is this?

- Mine.

She lives with me.

Adele had a romantic crisis.

- Do you think she took any drugs?

- Oh, no.

I'm going to give her an injection.

She needs fresh air.

She's very pale, this girl.

A trip, that's what she needs.

Well. Thank you, doctor.

- Shut your eyes.

- Excuse me?

Shut your eyes.

You've never thought of having

eye surgery?

No.

Your eye can't close,

that's why it's tired.

You should go to Saint Antoine Hospital.

They have an excellent eye surgery clinic.

See Dr. Sainte-Rose.

Try it, you never know.

- Thank you.

- Good day, Miss.

Pierre,

there's a solution to everything.

Adele is sick,

so we need to cure her,

but not by throwing

Don Juans in her way.

We're going to send her on a journey.

Adele slept for three days

and three nights

and woke up on the fourth day.

She didn't know where she was.

She found a letter at the foot of the bed.

"You are sick, darling,

but it's not serious.

You need time

to heal your wound.

Everyone has a wound.

You have done me good, Adele.

Without realizing,

you have made me better.

Today I can say, without being shy,

you mean a lot to me.

And it's as a friend

that I send you towards other horizons.

So live your life, my queen.

And don't be afraid. "

A**hole!

Bonjour.

Bonjour, Madame.

Could I have a cigarette, please?

How do you know I speak French?

Because I saw you before,

and I recognized you.

You live in Paris.

No, I live here.

No, I saw you one day in Paris.

You were on the telephone,

you were crying a lot.

It struck me

because I was in the same state as you.

- I wanted to die, too.

- But I've never wanted to die.

You're mistaken, it wasn't me.

Yes it was.

I remember clearly.

Afterwards you shouted at a man because

he was looking at you, and you hit him.

I was very impressed.

I would never have dared do that.

I admired you.

What are you doing here?

I don't really know.

- What's your name?

- Adele.

Adele and the woman found

they had a lot in common.

Adele remembered something

that had happened to her

and told the story.

I remember very clearly

it was the day after my birthday.

I was playing skipping elastic

in my parents' living room.

I was playing alone as always.

I had hooked the elastic

to a chair

and the other end to a round table

on which was a lamp

which my mother really loved.

When my mother saw that

she said to me,

"That's enough now,

you'll break my lamp. "

And she left.

When she had gone, I decided

to obey, and stopped playing.

And carefully lifting the elastic

from the table,

the lamp fell, and broke.

When she came back,

she saw me crying.

She saw the lamp.

I said to her,

"It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

I swear I had stopped playing. "

She didn't believe me

and she hit me.

But, Adele,

you did break the lamp.

You didn't do it on purpose,

but you broke it.

It's true.

"Mathieu,

I'm writing to you from New York.

If I've made this journey,

it's in part thanks to you.

Today, I can finally say thank you.

Adele. "

Adele!

Pierre!

You've changed, Adele.

You've changed too, Pierre.

No, Adele. Me, I'm still the same.

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