Woman Times Seven Page #5

All right, then sing

the International Workers Anthem.

I told you!

I will not hear that song

in my house!

I'll fire you!

It was the nurse you had before me

who got him into the habit.

Dear, it's the only thing

that will put the child to sleep.

Now, don't you worry.

He'll grow up and forget

all about it.

Come along. Hurry.

We haven't much time, you know.

Come along.

Move your lazy bottom.

Hello.

Ah, Demme.

Fine. Thank you.

Perfect.

Now, we'll come by

on our way to the Opera.

Right at Pologne,

first little side street on the left.

Now, Demme, give a yell

every now and then.

Better yet, give an owl's hoot.

That way, we'll be sure to find you.

What do you mean,

you don't know how to do it?

Well, then give a wolf call.

Try.

Yes, that's it.

Now perhaps a bit younger.

Good. Now, we'll see you

in about fifteen minutes.

Of course it should blow

after we've gone on!

Yes, Demme. Yes, yes, yes.

Goodbye.

What should blow

after we've gone on?

Don't go thinking it's an H-bomb

or anything like that.

You must be out of your mind.

I don't want to go to prison for this.

I'll fire that Demme so fast!

You have never taken

a risk for me, ever!

Except with your money.

Only with your lousy money.

You are...

And you have no class.

None whatsoever.

Stop this car, Paul. I'm leaving.

It's finished between us.

- Eve, where are you going?!

- Away!

Do you want to ruin me?

I only want you to be a man!

Henri.

It's Demme!

Good evening, Madame.

Good evening, Chief.

Demme, what size bomb

are we talking about?

Just a teeny-weeny one...

wired into the ignition

on their car.

It's smaller than the one you

had me plant on Beauveaux in '58.

But this time,

I don't want anybody put away.

No, just some smoke, noise,

and instant terror.

Doesn't weigh

more than ten ounces.

Wouldn't fifteen be better?

Madame, that much

could blow them apart.

How about twelve and a half?

And who are they going to suspect?

Don't worry about it.

They'll blame it all

on the unions.

Now! Here they come!

- The car. In the car.

- Let's get back quick.

That wouldn't be very clever.

Remember, we haven't

seen each other tonight.

As you wish, sir.

Hello.

Hello. How are you?

Good evening.

Shut up!

- Are you afraid?

- No.

I'm very happy.

You want to get undressed?

Later, later.

My dumb husband!

Have you ever heard such junk?

You want to be first?

This is Fred and Marie.

We're committing this supreme act...

Supreme act?

That's overdoing it a little bit.

Supreme act?

Yeah, maybe so,

but what should I call it?

How should I put it?

We're killing ourselves.

We're killing ourselves

in full possession of our faculties.

And don't go make the usual noise...

about psychosis

and nervous breakdowns...

just to avoid the responsibility.

We're calm, we're cool...

and we're collected. Right, Fred?

Speak up. Say it loud.

Right.

And this is

no funeral ceremony, either.

It's a celebration.

A hymn to life,

a glorious hymn to life.

What does that mean,

a hymn to life?

It's not life we're against.

Life is beautiful.

It's mankind that's disgusting.

You're disgusting!

You wanted to see us humiliated...

on our hands and knees crying!

Well, I'll tell you, we're not crying.

We're laughing,

and we're laughing in your ugly face!

To my husband...

I don't have nothing to say to you.

But I can't even hate you,

you're such a stupid jerk.

When we were first married,

you weighed 150 pounds.

Inside of two years,

you zoomed up to over 200.

Without regrets, goodbye.

To your wife.

I don't know how to talk.

You don't have to make a speech

or anything like that.

Go on.

Go on.

Listen, Juliet?

I can't take it anymore!

Try and forgive me.

Forgive?!

Forgive?! Are you crazy?!

She's a poor old lady.

Did you hear that? You're old!

The only reason you ever got anybody

to marry you in the first place...

is you had money.

You could be his mother.

His grandmother.

And look what you did to him.

Look what you did to him.

He's a nothin'.

He never worked,

he never learned anything.

A nothin'.

I'm just a gigolo!

You and your... false teeth.

Talk louder.

She can't hear too well.

You and your false teeth!

And you're deaf, too!

That should take care of her.

To the world!

Everybody! And I mean everybody!

You're rotten, motherless garbage!

Now stick that in your hat.

You have the lives of two good

people on your conscience.

Sure as hell

don't want 'em to hear me cry!

- Want a Coke?

- Sure.

Two Coca-Colas.

With ice.

Two Coca-Colas with ice.

Room 54.

You know what I was thinking?

Be better if they found us naked.

Oh, no.

That'd ruin the most beautiful part.

We have to make sure

they find us...

looking like a wedding celebration.

I only brought this along

to please you.

It's too tight for me.

There's a button missing.

Couldn't your wife have

at least sewn on a button?

She doesn't see very well.

That, too?

Where'd you get that?

My wife's first husband

was a general.

I was thinking.

I was thinking of pills.

No, I never took a pill

in my whole life.

Never a pill, never a tablet.

They make me sick to my stomach.

I always use suppositories.

I can just see the headlines now.

"They did it with suppositories. "

I got it.

I'll take it. I got it.

Wait there.

You got any change?

Give it all to him.

Here.

Keep it.

What do I care?

It's just, I didn't want

to be found without a cent.

You know

what a fuss they make.

Warm.

Haven't got any loot...

they stomp all over you.

They even do experiments on you.

Well, they better not touch us.

I'm gonna put that on tape

like a last testament.

I want to be cremated...

I want my ashes scattered

over the sea...

and damn anybody who touches me.

I don't want any experiments.

But if they need an organ...

for a sick person.

Now we go over to our reporter...

to hear a commentary

on the last stage...

of the world's greatest cycle race...

the Tour de France.

We go over

as Britain's Tommy Simpson...

Frenchman Anquetil,

and the Italian...

Even for any enemy.

I have a better idea.

My wife has kidney trouble.

Juliet, I leave you a kidney.

You're a saint, you know that?

It's the Tour. They're coming in.

What do we care?

Silly.

And here comes the car!

And the riders now 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7!

Here they are, all of them...

passing behind the stands

just behind us.

Poulidor leading

with six on his left side!

Approaching the end, a sharp bend!

Fred?

If there's anything else

you have to say...

anything to tell me, go ahead.

There's nothing, darling.

Then we're really as one.

Truly united souls in all.

You know, there's something

we haven't spoken...

about yet.

Technically...

Technically speaking, what do I do?

You don't have to do anything.

I do it.

How?

How do you do it?

There's a certain procedure.

There's a certain way

of doing these things.

The man takes the responsibility.

What's that?

I shoot.

Who?

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