Un Homme et Une Femme Page #4

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He's in the Monte Carlo Rally.

That's most kind of you.

Yes! That's it.

The Sporting Club will find him.

Let me see, now...

"Bravo! I saw you on TV. Anne."

No, no, wait a second.

"Bravo! I love you. Anne."

Yes, please, yes.

Montmartre 15-40.

Miss, how long will it take?

Thank you.

- Evening, sir.

- Sorry to draw you out in this cold.

It is a bit nippy tonight,

but we mustn't complain.

Comes during this time of the year.

Super or regular?

Super.

- Fill it up, please.

- Fill it up?

I'll fill it up for you,

but it's difficult for us.

Never comes out even

and all the odd change.

Every morning I have to do my accounts,

and that's not my strong point...

- Okay, then make it 50 francs.

- 50 francs, that will be fine, sir.

- Aren't you going to turn it on?

- Yes, but your cigarette.

Sending that telegram really is

something. Takes guts to do that.

Imagine, a beautiful woman

sends a cable like that to a man.

I'd never have the guts to do that.

A wonderful woman.

If I keep going like this,

I should be in Paris around...

...say, 6:
30.

She's still in bed at 6:30.

What will I do? I can go to a bistro...

...give her a call...

When a woman sends you

a telegram, "I love you"...

...you go and see her.

Sure, I can go and see her...

...but I don't know which floor she's on.

I'd have to wake the concierge.

The concierge will say,

"She's not in," or, "You can't go up."

I'll answer, "Look, I'm sorry,

but I've just driven 5000 kilometers...

...in fact, 6000 kilometers

to come and see her.

I'm very sorry, but...

...I'm going up!"

Up I go! I ring the bell, once, twice.

No, I think I'll only ring once,

don't want to upset her.

Once is enough.

She'll take time to wake up,

perhaps she doesn't open her door.

She says, "Who's there?"

And I answer, well...

What will I say?

I can't say, "It's Jean-Louis."

"Antoine's father," I'll say.

Antoine's father.

Yes, that sounds better.

"Who's there?"

"Antoine's father."

She opens the door...

...and we're face-to-face.

She's a little embarrassed.

After all, she sent me

a telegram, "I love you."

She's embarrassed. It's normal.

She's home, and she's embarrassed.

And she says, "I'll make some coffee.

You've come a long way, you need it."

I walk in... No,

now I have to say something.

What a coward! So I say...

Should I stop off in Lyons

and send her a telegram?

Yes, it's a good idea.

No, it's not, it's stupid.

My telegram would arrive

only a few minutes before I do.

She'll break her sleep, and when

I get there, I'll wake her again.

Lucky I've still got time

to think of something better.

- Anne Gauthier's apartment.

- Third floor.

Sorry, but I can't get any answer.

She doesn't always tell me

what she's doing.

Police!

I think she went to Deauville

to see her daughter.

Much obliged.

I was extremely surprised

to see you back.

I saw you on television last night

at the Monte Carlo Rally.

Do you think that if I go that way

I may run into them?

Yes, you're almost sure to.

Past the big pier.

The pier? Oh, yes!

If they come back while I'm looking

for them, tell them to wait for me.

See you in a while!

- Goodbye, Daddy.

- Goodbye, Mommy.

But why?

Why?

Because of my husband.

But he's dead.

I think I'd better take the train.

Prepare my bill, please. Room 41.

And when is the next train for Paris?

Is it direct?

No, I have to change.

For what reason did you say

your husband was dead?

Because he is.

Not yet, for me.

Some Sundays start well and end badly.

It's hard to believe.

It's crazy to refuse happiness.

If I had to go through this again,

what would I do?

Is there anything else I could do?

To see her for months

on end as a pal.

What happens?

You end up being pals, maybe.

She wired, "I love you."

Admit it, boy, you just don't

understand women.

Her husband

must have been quite a guy.

Maybe if he had lived...

...he'd have become an old fool,

but as it is, he'll always be quite a guy.

Though he might not have turned into

an old fool.

They might've made

a wonderful couple...

...or a dreary pair of old fools.

- Are the Lyons sausages hot?

- Yes, sir.

- Where are they?

- Hors d'oeuvres.

I don't see it. Where is it marked?

Lyons sausages. Milan sausages,

that's cold, isn't it?

Oh, yes, always cold.

What is the salmon steak

la marchale?

Freshwater fish

imported from Finland.

- Do you know it?

- No.

- What am I going to have?

- I don't know.

I'm not hungry.

Would you like a steak?

Yes. I think so.

Chateaubriand's the most tender,

isn't it?

That's right, sir.

Two Chateaubriands, grilled.

Well-done or rare?

- Rare, for me.

- Rare for me too.

- And hot!

- Of course, sir.

Last night, what time

did you leave Monte Carlo?

I left...

You want nothing to start with, then?

He's not too pleased with us.

We didn't order enough.

You want me to make him happy?

- Waiter.

- Yes, sir?

Do you have a room?

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