La fleur du mal

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THE FLOWER OF EVIL

A memory

Comes to you in your dreams

But it's not what it seems

And haunts you for eternity.

A memory makes you believe

That he has never gone

That there's no need to grieve

And that the past lives on.

A memory

Comes to you in your dreams

But it's not what it seems

And haunts you for eternity.

A memory

Has all the tenderness

Of those days of giddiness

That seem to fly by.

One evening, you went away

And I felt that I'd die

But I've known since that day

That people can lie.

Franois!

Well, son?

- You're looking good.

- You too.

The car's just outside.

Can you park here?

Anne swung me a special pass.

Leave it...

You don't seem too americanised.

No, not really.

At least, I hope not.

Why?

Didn't it go well?

Oh, it did. But three years

were enough for me.

I won't ask about America.

You'll get grilled later.

You're looking good.

So you said.

I'm impressed.

Your harem's looking after you.

Talking of the harem,

Aunt Line's doing lamprey.

You're warned:

it's lamprey for lunch.

That suits me fine.

Things haven't changed much

in three years.

It depends. Wait and see.

Wait and see what?

Just wait and see.

Want one?

Yes, please.

They still smoke in America?

Of course. You know,

they're less dumb

than they make out.

Anne's running for office again.

I suspected she would.

Michle wrote

she loved being a councillor.

She'll be mayor next.

God help us!

You're not keen?

She already

has enough on her plate.

You see that shop thing there?

Her HQ. Pretty low-key.

It's a game.

No, she takes it seriously.

She'll explain.

She has political ambitions.

It's always interested her.

You don't want a wife in parliament?

Actually, I couldn't care less.

Don't tell her that!

Still think nothing's changed,

wise guy?

I see what you mean.

- A total overhaul?

- Well?

Not bad.

Like a Chicago drugstore.

Crazy, isn't it?

I managed to buy the bookstore

and set up a medical lab on the sly.

That's illegal.

Not really. I'll show you round.

Tomorrow, please!

Tomorrow, sure. Or next week.

You haven't asked about Michle.

So, how's Michle?

She's gorgeous. And gifted.

She's studying psychology.

Didn't she write to you?

She did.

The joys of love

Are but a moment strong

The pain of love endures

A whole life long

You finish, Marthe.

You look older.

I hope so.

I can't say as much for you.

- Hello, Marthe.

- Hello, Franois.

I've done lamprey.

I know, Dad told me.

He can't keep a secret.

It was a secret?

Everything's a secret here.

Hello, Franois.

Hello, Michle.

Not too tired?

Had a good flight?

Are you pleased to be back?

I spent four days in Paris.

You took your time.

I didn't get a kiss today.

You didn't?

Is this all you have?

Only one case of goodies?

It's the one I left with, you know.

What's wrong?

Are you disappointed?

Take him up to his room.

Quickly, we eat as soon

as your mother gets in.

It's too heavy.

Let's carry it together.

Time for a scotch?

Whatever I say, you'll have one.

Remember your room?

I should be able to.

Wrong! This one's mine.

The bedspread's changed.

And the bedside lamp too.

It was a birthday gift

from your father.

Not bad.

So where's my room?

Where mine used to be.

Nothing's changed here I think.

Nothing.

Want me to help you unpack?

No, it's okay.

I'll do it after lunch.

Well then...

Still love university?

I like it. It gets me out of here.

I won't ask about America.

It's bound to be the topic

during lunch.

Lunch, I can manage, I think.

I've prepared my speech.

They didn't really understand

why you left like that.

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