The Secret Laughter of Women Page #5

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These are your rules, Matthew?

All of this is nothing!

Saracen distress call!

Saracen distress call...

Saracen distress call...

Yes?

I can't sleep.

I'm sorry.

That's not enough.

Why do you do this, Matthew?

- Okay, Truth Session...

- No.

No games.

Just tell me.

It's, uhm...

Well... I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of you, and of uhm...

wanting to be...

But you...

Mamma!

Love.

You love him.

I'm all he's got.

You are "enough".

Not "more"?

Well, sometimes

"enough" is "more".

I love you.

It's a zero gravity

orbital space module.

Just imagine...

you've got it all to yourself.

Then someone else comes along,

there's less to you.

You have to share facilities.

You're jealous of your space.

I know about jealousy, believe me.

It's not like that

with your mother.

She doesn't give anyone else

a berth on her space station.

She just puts a whole new one

on orbit for them.

Ah, Mamma Sammy.

The Reverend came to see me, poor boy.

He wants to know what your

quarrel with him means?

He wants to meet with you.

When?

Reverend!

My son!

These is no quarrel!

So bad of me to forget to tell you

that I was travelling.

And my daughter... so busy.

What can you expect?

Only foolish women.

That is why we need

a man's brains in this house.

I know you and

Samuel like them.

"A thing with horns cannot be

completely hidden. "

- A white man stayed here one night.

- Said who? Madame Rosa?

- Fola wants to marry you.

- It's none of your business, mamma.

All the Gods in Heaven

come and witness my pain

- my child has killed me dead...

- I'm not a child anymore!

Stop interfering!

Who's interfering?

Madame Rosa.

Talking Drum. You.

Me interfering?

Our neighbours interfering?

Foolish girl!

This society we live in,

is a blanket against

the lonely cold outside.

Ask your white man,

what his privacy has brought him?

The right to suffer and die

alone and unmourned.

I have seen the way he lives.

Have you no shame?

Not particularly.

I can't wait much longer

for you to turn up.

Look, if there's a

problem down there,

you know what I mean,

let me deal with it.

It's what I do, remember?

I clean up after you.

Don't throw everything away, Matthew,

you are too old to be a loser. Call me.

I've always been such

a disappointment to you.

Accomplished Nene,

whose cooking is famous,

whose dancing is famous.

Everything about you is famous.

You look at me every day,

and you ask yourself, where I came from,

this gardener, who can't even cook

a decent pot of stew?

Listen to me...

who I am, what I want?

I'm in love with Matthew.

Beautiful Eyes...

I must be free to make

my own mistakes, mamma.

Again?

I hope I'm not disturbing

calling so late at night.

We are family.

This is ridiculous.

Let's go away. Just the two of us.

- Where to?

- Oh, anywhere.

It's a big world out there,

outside Rue Bonaparte.

Will you ask for me

in front of everybody?

Nobody has ever asked for me. Not Fola

with his family investigations and,

not Sammy's father...

with his stories.

Nothing is ever easy with you, is it?

Yeah, I already have a wife.

And I have a child.

We are "a package deal",

Sammy and I.

So bury your life under an avalanche

of duty and obligation.

You still haven't worked it out.

It isn't duty that binds people.

It's love.

Then I'm not ready for love.

I know. That's why I

have to say good bye.

About our dear daughter...

Beauty and virtue

should invite comment.

They say, not that

anyone believes them,

that she's always with a white man,

never at home.

And that she even came home at

dawn one day... as our people say!

"Let no man say my pot is broken,

without his hand on his sword hilt. "

That is men fighting talk.

We are women.

Of course... I told them

to shut up their mouths.

Let me try some of this.

I come in the name of love.

Love is like being possessed by a spirit.

It is deaf and blind.

So it is with my daughter!

A man in love is truly blind.

A woman in love has

her eyes half-open.

As our people say...

"A blind man must not pick up a stick,

it may be a snake. "

Snake?

My daughter is out working!

Of course!

As they say - "Fire burns because

of the wood gatherer's work. "

I hear someone at the door.

Shall wait to greet my daughter,

and help her with her

work load before I go.

Big Eyes is in my flat

so often these days,

this is as though I have...

a second child!

- She's with you?

- Whole evening!

You know girls before their wedding:

"Work, sew - sew, work... "

Big Eyes, are you spending the night

again at my house?

You should wear red sometimes,

let me help you with your load.

I came to show you

my new dress!

All these people getting married,

even me... I'm looking for a husband.

M - m - m...

As I said... no one believes.

The snake may let you

pass the first time,

take care,

you don't pass that way again.

Thank you.

- Hello?

- Jenny!

Matthew?

- How are you?

- Never better. Jenny,

- I'm going to get back to work.

- About time.

I'll catch the afternoon plane.

I told you he'll

get back to work.

You know, I'd almost given up hope

of seeing you like this again.

When are you gonna

sleep with me, Matthew?

I can't sleep.

Don't tell me you have a vulgar urge

to explain yourself.

No.

To explain our marriage.

You know, you've developed

the most alarming tendency

to meaning of life conversations

and always at the oddest times.

Our marriage works.

We are the fittest.

Look around you!

And what happens

when we're not fit?

When we need?

We rise above it.

I never normally interfere in

Matthew's little adventures.

I wouldn't this time. Except I

feel you're in over your head.

I think we both

know what I mean.

- You are here for my sake?

- Certainly not.

I'm here to avoid

another mess.

My husband and I

have an arrangement.

It adds variety and excitement

to our marriage.

- You've known.

- Of course.

That's why I went away.

To give him room.

And you're not ashamed

of yourselves?

Shame...

I'm just letting you know

who we are.

People in the

way can get hurt.

- We're leaving tomorrow.

- I'm getting married the day after.

Sensible girl.

- Hallo, Sam!

- It's Matt!

- Did you get the communicator?

- Yes!

So we can communicate from the

other side of the Universe.

Can it really?

Oh, not really.

Sammy, you know I'm leaving.

- In your pod?

- Yes, in my pod.

Without finishing

your mission?

Situation is simple: you both need things

that I'm not capable of giving you,

and I know, your mother and I both know

what we need to be happy.

She doesn't look very happy.

Good bye, Sam.

Don't take drugs and don't let anyone

shake your faith in yourself, okay?

Leave him alone.

You don't have any answers.

- You are alright?

- Never better.

Good bye, Mr Field.

Bye, Nimi.

Saracen, Space Crusader.

Liberty, Honour, Justice,

with a body count.

Matthew!

Coming.

- Yes?

- Matthew, is Sammy with you?

- No.

- Oh God...

I can't seem to find

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