Nelly & Monsieur Arnaud Page #2

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Now I have a first draft|that needs tidying up.

I'd hired a very nice woman.

Very efficient, a real stickler.

But she was bored stiff

as she typed away. So we parted

on good terms,|but earlier than expected.

And you want me to take her place?

It won't take all day long.

If you can spare me two hours|here and there,

at your convenience.

I can manage that.

I'd like to help you...|in order to...

Don't start that again!

That's not the reason.

You'll be paid like the other woman.

And if you get bored too,|just tell me.

We can always try.

Okay.

Give me the pillow.

Turn off your light.

Leave the door open.

You don't mind it here?

No, it's perfect.

Straighten up|before going to sleep.

When should I call|for the studio?

Early tomorrow.|It's a sublet. They go fast.

It's not expensive.

You call. You knowthem.

I already did.|Just confirm it now.

Goodnight. Sleep well.

You too.

Are you okay?

You look it.

I've been in your shoes|plenty of times.

But when you decide,|there's no holding back.

When do you start?

Tomorrow.

That's nice, isn't it?

Does he live alone?

Yes, he and his wife are separated.

He lives in a big apartment.

They have two kids,|but he never sees them.

I can't find my briefcase.

In the closet.

No, it's not.|What are you doing here?

Saying goodnight to Nelly.

You have 30 seconds.

Goodnight.

How about on the shelf?

I looked.

It's nowhere.

Are you staying long?

No, not too long.

Too bad.

Are you getting divorced?

We'll see.

Can I sleep with you?

I'd like that,|but will you be able to sleep?

Benedicte, I said 30 seconds.

Leave Nelly alone now!

- Goodnight.|- Goodnight, darling.

I'll do it, Madeline.

This is impressive.

I have to get rid of them.|There are too many.

They're taking up room.

Milk or lemon?

Neither.

What do you think?

I wanted to use it once|and erased everything.

It's easy. You want to see?

It's a typewriter with memory.

That's what's scary.|A memory without memories.

No, I'll trust you.

This is it.|There's a lot of it.

I see...

Some is typed, some handwritten.

I write legibly|but I've changed and added things.

I'd prefer to dictate.

I know it still needs work.

Things to be cut.

I want your suggestions|and your criticism.

You won't offend me.

Excuse me.|Can you tell me what it's...

I wrote a synopsis for the editor.

It would be best that you read it.

The Leeward Islands|are in Polynesia?

When were you there?

My first post, after the war.

It's where they send young judges,|and unfortunate elders

of dubious value.

A sort of tropical exile.

A ''high proficiency judge''...

It means nothing.

It's the story:
a young fool,|full of lofty ideals,

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