Last Tango in Paris Page #2

I dont know. At night.

And then?

And then-

I already told you on the phone.

When I found her...

I called the ambulance.

After your telephone call...

we were awake

all night long...

talking about you and Rose.

And Papa talked softly...

as if it happened

in our house.

- Where did it happen?

- In a room.

Did she suffer?

Ask the doctors

who did the autopsy.

The autopsy?

I already had some announcements.

Ive had enough of deaths.

I think of everything.

I do.

Ill prepare

a lovely funeral chamber...

with lots of flowers.

The cards...

the mourning clothes,

the flowers.

You have everything

in that suitcase.

You didnt forget anything.

But I dont want

any priests here.

Understand?

You need them.

It must be a religious funeral.

Rose wasnt a believer.

Nobody believes

in a f***ing God here!

Paul, dont shout.

Don`tt shout like that!

A priest doesnt want

any suicides.

Church doesnt want

any suicides, do they?

Theyll give her absolution.

Absolution and a nice mass.

Thats all I ask.

Understand? Rose-

Shes my baby girl.

Why did she kill herself?

Why?

Why did she kill herself?

Why?

You dont know, do you?

You dont know.

Lets just look at each other.

Its beautiful

without knowing anything.

Maybe-

Maybe we can come

without touching.

Come without touching?

You concentrating?

Did you come yet?

- Its difficult.

- I didn`tt either yet.

Youre not trying hard enough.

I shall have to invent

a name for you.

A name? Oh,Jesus.

Christ.

Oh, God, Ive been called

by a million names all my life.

I dont want a name. I`mm better off

with a grunt or a groan for a name.

You want to hear my name?

So masculine.

Listen to mine.

I didnt get the last name.

You shouldnt have

done that to me.

But its not a wig.

It`ss mine.

Im not beautiful?

Tell me you dont

like the way I look.

But I do

like the way you look.

Listen.

You seem changed,

but youre the same.

I can already see a shot.

The camera is high.

It slowly descends

toward you.

And as you advance,

it moves in on you.

Theres music too.

It gets closer

and closer to you.

Im in a hurry.

Let`ss begin.

But first well

talk about it a little.

Tonight we improvise.

Follow me.

He was my childhood friend.

He would watch me for hours.

Maybe he understood me.

Dogs are better than people.

May I present Olympia,

my nurse.

Mustapha knew how to tell

the poor from the rich.

If someone well-dressed

came in, he didnt growl.

But if it was a beggar,

you should have seen him.

The colonel had him recognize Arabs

by their odor.

- Olympia, open the door.

- First, give me a kiss.

Go and open it.

Olympia is the personification

of domestic virtue.

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