Aux deux Colombes Page #3

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How do you know

she won't come back?

Every time the phone rings,

I'll think it's her.

- Bravo!

- Is that my fault?

- Is it mine?

- Yes.

I've had to worm information out of you.

Don't roll your eyes at me!

Allow me to believe in God

for once, darling.

- Jean-Pierre.

- Yes.

- Listen to me.

- I'm listening.

- What are you thinking?

- About what?

Sum it up for me

in a single word.

- Sh*t.

- What do you mean, "sh*t"?

Sh*t....I've had enough of it.

- Ooh!

- What?

- You said "sh*t" to me.

- There's no one else present.

- It's the first time.

- And maybe the last.

- "Sh*t."

- Aaah!

He said "sh*t" to me.

I hope you're not going to sit there

gargling that word for the next hour.

And it's not about you.

But for the last 10 minutes

you've reminded me of someone

who shall remain nameless.

- No.

Listen to me. Otherwise one day

I may call you by her name.

Don't do that.

Don't ever call me that.

You don't want to

make me jealous.

- And if it's her calling you?

- No.

- Do you swear?

- What? That she cancelled her subscription.

I'm an idiot.

Go on, make fun of me!

Ah, at last.

Good job of making fun.

Yes, right.

I'll give him to you.

- Her?

- No.

Your secretary wants to know

if you can pay the 12.

Wait on....

Yes. Say "willingly."

He'll willingly pay the 12.

Au revoir, madame.

Forgive me, Jean-Pierre.

- Forgive me.

- For...?

What have we had...the two of us?

Oh, the two of us...

Tell me, what have we had?

Maybe we shouldn't go there.

It's like a portent of doom.

I'm not going to get into

all that again.

I'm not trying to start something again.

I'm trying to apologise.

- You're not worried?

- No.

But all the same...

there's something I'd like to know.

Don't frighten me.

Don't frighten me either.

I'd like to know

what YOUR surprise is.

What's your surprise?

I'd like to know.

- It's nothing much.

- Tell me and I'll say if it's nothing much.

We're having business lunches

for the screening premires.

- That's your surprise?

- It's not a real surprise.

But maybe I won't like that surprise.

You're going out?

Yes.

I'm going to try a hat.

See you.

Hang on...

I need to say goodbye.

I may die.

That's funny?

Marie-Thrse!

Darling?

Don't reply to what I'm going to say

and don't question it.

Promise me?

I promise.

I didn't like your reaction

when you thought I'd got

an anonymous letter that

revealed something bad.

You said :
"I swear I wouldn't care what

anyone like that said about me."

You thought I suspected you

of being unfaithful.

That displeased me.

You don't think the same do you?

I want to believe

you're above suspicion.

There's nothing you can say,

that'd be of any use.

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