Woman Times Seven Page #6

You... and then me right afterwards.

And if, by chance, right afterwards,

you change your mind?

I don't know, you're sorry,

or you faint or somethin'.

You want to do it? Go ahead.

You don't know how!

You get me like this...

and I'm paralyzed for life.

Sweetheart...

I would have liked a way

we could go together.

Sorry if you misunderstood me.

We could throw ourselves

out of the window...

wrapped in each other's arms.

You made me put on a tuxedo...

to go smashing

into a sidewalk?

There are a lot of other ways.

The sea, for example.

Haven't got enough money

to get there.

There's always the pills.

Please don't talk about pills!

What the hell

should I talk about?!

You want to know something?

Want me to tell you the truth?

You don't love me.

If you did,

you would be proud and happy...

for me to end your life!

As it is, all you think

is that I'm a coward!

Worse! A murderer,

now that it's convenient for you!

And what is that supposed to mean?!

I was ready to go through

with this comedy!

What a joke!

Now I get the story

about your poor, sick stomach!

You were afraid

you wouldn't be safe with the pills!

That's a lousy insinuation!

Now I'm gonna tell you

what's gonna happen!

Nobody gets out of this room alive!

They're gonna find us

stretched out on the floor...

if I gotta take those damn pills!

You got that?!

Does it look like I'm joking now?!

Fine!

Nobody gets out of here alive!

Fred, my darling, my love.

Oh, my dearest, my darling.

It's tremendous.

It's tremendous we were able

to suspect each other.

It's over. The nightmare's over.

We're back to where we were before.

No, it's better.

It's better than it was before.

This rotten world

doesn't deserve us!

Look at your face.

I want to be pretty

when they find us.

Let me go into the bathroom

for a second.

Whatever happens...

remember...

you're everything to me.

Darling?

Fred?

Marie?

He's following us.

He's still back there.

Some of these guys

are real romantics.

You have

to help them out a little.

Encourage them.

Otherwise,

they just waste your time.

But, you know...

this one's been hanging on

for almost an hour.

Oh, I know his type.

Just content looking around,

to follow along and look.

They dream all over your legs.

And in the summer,

when there is more showing...

they use the rest of you.

Stop talking like that...

or I'm not going shopping

with you anymore.

He's being so careful about it.

He must be very shy or something.

Like you.

I'm not shy.

Not much, you're not.

You've never even cheated

on your husband.

I've never found anybody

better than my husband.

That coat's seen better days.

Still, he's got that little lost boy look

working for him.

Not bad at all.

Look, he's getting a ticket...

and all because he tried

to keep up with us.

Maybe he can't afford it.

Well, we'll just have

to reimburse him for expenses then.

Don't laugh.

Oh, relax.

He hasn't got the faintest idea

we've seen him.

Let's double back.

We'll surprise him.

I want to take a good look

at this guy up close.

Come on.

Okay, but don't laugh or anything.

Quiet.

I saw him peeking at you.

I'm sure he's after you.

Or both of us,

if he's modern.

There he is.

If he doesn't make his move,

he never will.

Maybe he hasn't got the money

for a cup of coffee.

Or even a match.

This one probably writes poetry.

Maybe he'll

even get pneumonia and die.

You go to the right,

I go to the left.

That way,

we'll find out who he's after.

I can't do that.

I'm gonna take a cab

and go home.

Oh, come on. Let's try it.

Come on. It will be a kick.

Afterwards, we'll call,

and the winner will tell everything.

But everything, okay?

All right.

Taxi!

Please, Madame, our drills

are the best in the world.

Please come in.

You'll find that we have

the finest selection of drills...

in the whole city of Paris.

Come in, Madame.

Come in and take a closer look.

The one you were looking at

is the best drill in the shop.

And remember now,

if you need it...

It has a tension adjuster, too.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye. Thank you.

Madame Bonet is

even more beautiful in the snow.

Thank you.

Jean?

Oh, hi, Victor.

I'll be right there.

I'm just gonna change my shoes.

Well, kiss me, please.

Excuse me.

Just for you.

Just for my hubby.

I'll be right there.

What the hell am I supposed

to do with a thing like this?

I don't know, darling.

I just wanted

to bring you a present.

It's made in Sweden.

It even has a tension adjuster.

You're home late today.

I did so many things today.

The Champs-Elyses with Claudie...

and then we had tea

at the Caf du Rond Point.

After, I walked

along the Rue Blanche...

and then I found your drill...

at a nice little shop

in the Rue de Svres.

And then I walked home all by myself

in the beautiful snowflakes.

The must be Claudie.

Oh, yes. He's here.

It's for you.

Who? Oh, it's you.

Yes, you can talk.

Champs-Elyses, yes...

with a dark-haired woman.

Yes, I know her. She's a friend.

Go ahead. You said Rue Blanche.

And tool shop, Rue de Svres.

Let me tell you what she bought.

A nice electric drill.

For me, yes.

Yes, exactly.

It agrees exactly

with what she told me just now.

Thank you.

I'll come by the office tomorrow

for the bill.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

How beautiful.

Snow excites me so.

You know, Jean, I didn't

even thank you for the drill.

You are astonishing

and adorable.

Couple of minutes ago,

I asked you...

what I was supposed to do with it.

Well, I am so happy,

I am going to drill holes.

That's right. I am going

to drill all kinds of holes.

I am going to fill the house

with holes.

The idea that it's your gift,

while I'm doing it...

will make me the happiest driller

in the world.

I love you.

I am so happy.

Remember how jealous I used to be?

I was crazy with it.

Crazy.

Forgive me, Jean.

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