Nelly & Monsieur Arnaud

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How are you?

Good

Your mother.

I'll put her on.

Fine.

I can't talk now. I'm late.

I'll call you back. Bye-bye.

I liked the earrings.

See you tonight.

And Saturday.

And tomorrow?

I don't knowyet.|Call me at 8.

I don't know...

He won't do a thing.

Once I had him go|for an interview.

He waited five minutes then left.

He thinks he's above it?

I guess.

How long has it been?

Almost a year.

Try giving him a push.

That doesn't work.|He undermines everything.

He just doesn't care.

What does he do all day?

Nothing.

He rarely goes out.|Just for the paper.

He stays in. He watches TV.

Waiting for you.

I'm not sure about that.

Another coffee?

Two more, please.

When do you work?

In an hour.

I want to showyou|something in a shop nearby.

It's Pierre Arnaud.

I thought you were away.

I got back two days ago.

I was going to call you.|Sit down.

You know each other.|Pierre Arnaud, Nelly.

- You met...|- At your birthday.

- On the boat.|- My 40th.

- That was...|- Two years ago.

Three.

Coffee?

A cognac.

How is Tayeb?

Fine.

I have to call him.|I'll be right back.

He has to pick up the kids.

Two years ago,|your hair was shorter.

Or lighter.

Both.

We saw each other once,|from far away.

Busy?

I forgot my change.

Do you see Jacqueline often?

Pretty often.

And you?

Once in a while.

I've known her for...

I like her a lot.

She does me the pleasure|of confiding in me.

She's in good form.

I think so.

That's not for us.

Are you still married?

- His name is...|- Jerome.

Jerome, that's it.|Good sense of humor.

Insolent, but in a nice way.

You danced.|It was quite a show.

We were both drunk.

Are you happy?

Not too many worries?

No.

Money.

Debts?

You were in publishing,|with Jacqueline.

Yes, but...

the company ran into trouble.

They hired me last, so...

Yes. Times are hard.

In fact, they always are,

but your generation|was supposed to get off easy.

I've found odd jobs,|here and there.

It's none of my business,

but is it a large amount?

Six months of rent,|plus other stuff.

Don't take this wrong...

Perhaps I could be of help.

No. Thank you...

If you're having problems.

There's no reason.

You don't know me.|I wasn't trying to...

I know that.

I'd like to.

Why not?

Pay me back when and if you can.|It doesn't matter.

Thank you, but no.

Are you angry now?

It was an honest offer.

I hope so.

Did you get through?

Everything all right?

He was a judge a while ago.

Then he went into business.|Big business.

Have you known him long?

For over fifteen years.

I had an affair with him.

It wasn't passion,|but instant friendship.

I was depressed back then.

For once,|I felt that someone was listening.

- It's nearby.|- I'm in a rush.

Two minutes.

What did you talk about?

It was short, you know.|But not boring.

He's a strange guy.|Delicate, civilized.

But did you notice his eyes?|He doesn't miss a thing.

It's the black one.|What do you think?

It's nice.

Not too tight-fitting?

Come see.

You finished early?

We had to close.

We ran out of bread.

''Copy Top'' called.

Should I call back?

He said to come at 9.

Can I help?

That's okay.

I bought ham, grapes and walnuts.

I saw.

Guess what happened today.

Guess what happened to me.

I was in a caf with Jacqueline.

A guy she knows sat with us.

At one point, we were alone.

I don't know how it happened,|but he offered me 30,000 francs.

Given the circumstances,|I said yes.

He wrote me a check

which I put in the bank.

The back rent is paid.

No more debts, no more overdraft.

Everything is fine.

Who's this guy?

Jacqueline's friend.|Actually, an ex-lover.

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