You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet Page #3

For some reason, I'm afraid

of being hurt all of a sudden.

Mathias is in the waiting room!

Unless you want more trouble,

you should go there!

- Who's Mathias?

- No one, my darling!

It sounds urgent.

He's a boy in the company.

Perhaps he just needs

to tell me something.

Who's Mathias?

I don't love him, my darling,

I never did.

Is he your lover?

It's too easy to sum things up

in a single word.

But I'd rather tell you

the truth now, willingly.

Everything must be clear between us.

Yes, he is my lover.

No, don't back away!

I wish I could have told you:

"I'm a little girl,

I've been waiting for you.

Your hand will be the first

to touch me. "

I wish I could have said...

It's so silly

but I feel that's how it is.

Has he been your lover long?

I don't remember.

Six months perhaps.

I never loved him.

Why then?

Why?

Don't ask such questions.

Before we know each other well,

and know nothing of each other,

questions can be terrible weapons.

Why? I want to know.

Why?

He was unhappy.

I was bored. I was alone.

He loved me.

And before?

- Before, my darling?

- Before him.

Before him?

No other lovers?

No. Never.

So...

He taught you about love?

Answer me.

Why don't you say anything?

You wanted only the truth between us.

Yes.

I'm trying to hurt you

as little as possible.

Whether it's him, whom you may meet,

or another, a long time ago,

whom you'll never know...

I'll try never to think of them.

Yes, my darling.

I'll try never to imagine

their faces near yours,

their eyes on you,

their hands on you.

Yes, my darling.

I'll try not to think

that they've already held you.

This is a new beginning.

I'm holding you.

It's so nice in your arms.

It's like being

in a small, secure house

that no one can ever enter.

In this caf?

In this caf.

Our witness will be

a little man in a raincoat

who is pretending not to see us

but I'm sure that he does.

Leave me now.

I have something left to do.

Ask no questions.

Step outside a minute.

Come in, Mathias.

You saw me?

I kissed him.

I love him.

- What can I do?

- Who is he?

I don't know.

You're mad.

Yes, I'm mad.

You've fled me all week.

I've fled you all week, yes.

But I only met him an hour ago.

What are you telling me?

You know, Mathias.

You know, Mathias.

I can't live without you.

I know, Mathias.

I love him.

I'd rather die

than carry on without you.

I love him, Mathias.

Stop saying that!

I love him.

Enough.

Mathias!

Try to understand.

I'm fond of you but I love him.

Mathias!

Try to understand.

I'm fond of you but I love him.

The train's been announced, son.

Platform two.

Are you coming?

I'm not leaving, father.

I'm not taking that train.

That's a good one!

Listen, father...

I'm fond of you.

I know you need me,

that it'll be hard,

but it had to happen one day.

I'm leaving you.

What are you saying?

Don't make me repeat it

so you can turn on the fake pathos!

Don't hold your breath to turn pale.

Don't start pretending to tremble!

I know all your tricks.

They won't fool me.

I'm leaving you, father.

I'm old, Orpheus...

I can't help you. Take the train.

You said earlier

you couldn't leave me!

Earlier, yes. Now, I can.

Hurry up!

I curse you!

You'll pay for this.

For Bziers, Montpellier,

Ste and Palavas-les-Flots,

the train is about to arrive.

Hurry now.

I'm happy, you know, father.

I love her.

I'll write to you.

Be pleased for me.

I can't carry everything alone.

I'm happy, father.

This will kill me!

Hurry, father!

Hurry!

There.

It's done.

It's done for me too.

Forgive me.

He's a little ridiculous.

That was my father.

Don't apologize.

That lady gurgling about love

a short while ago

was my mother,

I didn't dare tell you.

I'm pleased that you were ashamed too.

In a way, it makes us resemble

two little brothers.

For Toulouse, Bziers,

Carcassonne, platform 7.

The train is about to arrive.

Close the door.

There.

We're alone in the world now.

Passengers for Toulouse, Bziers,

Carcassonne, platform 7.

The train is about to arrive.

Someone jumped under the express.

A young man!

There was nothing I could do.

I loved you and I didn't love him.

He jumped under the engine.

He died instantly.

How awful!

No.

He chose a good way.

Poison is slow

and causes a lot of suffering.

You vomit, you writhe around,

it's dirty.

It's like barbiturates.

People think they'll sleep. What a joke!

A death with hiccups and bad smells.

The easiest way, when you're tired,

when you've had the same idea

for a long time,

is to slip into water as into a bed...

You choke for a second,

with a plethora of images.

And then you fall asleep.

Finally!

You think he didn't suffer

when he died?

No one ever suffers when they die.

Death never hurts. Death is sweet.

The suffering with certain poisons,

certain clumsy wounds,

comes from life.

It's the remnants of life.

One must entrust oneself to death

as to a friend.

A friend with a dainty yet strong hand.

We had no choice.

We love each other.

Yes, I know.

I've been listening for a while.

But, Monsieur, we don't know you.

But I know you.

I'm delighted you've met.

Are you leaving together?

There's one more train this evening.

To Marseille.

My love.

My dear love.

- My love.

- My dear love.

Our story is beginning...

I'm a little scared.

Are you kind? Are you mean?

What's your name?

Orpheus. And yours?

Eurydice.

END OF ACT ONE:

It feels strange!

- It's funny.

- Yes, it's good.

And now?

It's so different from what we did.

What happens now?

Shall we carry on?

Yes.

ACT TWO:

This might never have happened,

if you'd turned right and me left.

I'd be scraping my violin in Perpignan

with my father.

And I'd be performing

"The Two Orphans" on stage in Avignon.

Mother and I are the two orphans.

I was thinking of a boy and a girl

who set off

one fine day, years ago,

for that country station...

What if we hadn't recognized

each other or picked the wrong day?

Or met each other too young

with parents

who could have forced us apart?

But, luckily, we weren't wrong.

We're good!

Yes, my darling.

Now we have memories to defend us.

Now we have memories to defend us.

A whole evening,

a whole night,

a whole day...

How rich we are!

Yesterday, we knew nothing

and we entered this room by chance,

watched by that foul waiter

who knew we were going to make love.

We started undressing rapidly,

standing, facing each other...

We stood there for a long while

without daring to speak,

without daring to move...

We were too poor, too naked.

It was unfair

having to risk everything at once.

Until that sudden tenderness for you

that gripped my throat.

After, everything became so easy.

I felt as if we were lying naked

on a beach...

with my tenderness as a rising tide

slowly covering our reclining bodies.

My darling. You thought all that

and you let me sleep.

You told me things in your dream

that I couldn't answer.

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