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be good for you. - Thank you.

- And you...

- l'm sorry.

- What do you think she'll do now, eh?

- What will who do now?

What are you talking about?

Do you know if Dr. Baret confirmed

an appointment for tomorrow?

l think so. Was it about the

treatment for Mr. Duval?

No, he already called about that,

it was forthe Sartre appointment.

- l'll check up on it.

- lt's like nothing happened.

Nothing.

Maybe she liked it after all.

- lt's at 4 o'clock.

- Oh, all right, thank you.

- l'm sorry!

- Watch where you're going!

- Terribly sorry, madame!

- No... no, no! Please, don't worry.

- l'm really sorry.

- Armand, please! lt's nothing!

Please. lt was my fault.

There, you'll be fine in a couple of

days. Come back and we'll take it off.

Thank you. Do you think

it will leave a scar?

Oh, don't be silly, this is nothing!

lt's a very small cut.

- Sorry, madame.

- Oh, do forgive me.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing, madame.

You finished?

You locked up?

Yes, madame.

Well...

then, in that case...

Will you turn out the lights?

Yes. l'll take care ofit.

You may go.

- Madame...

Good night, madame.

Fool!

- And you say Armand wrote it?

- Why, yes. Who else could it be?

- You say it was meant for you?

- Henri!

But there's nothing

written on the envelope.

What does it matter? He left it where

he knew l'd find it a minute later.

Are you absolutely sure it

wasn't intended for Juliette?

Good night, Henri.

Well, if you're certain...

then l can't understand

why you don't dismiss him.

- l sent it express.

- Thank you, Juliette.

Armand?

Didn't you just do that glass?

- Yes, madame, but...

All right, leave it and go to the

storeroom. There's plenty to do there.

As you wish, madame.

- l'm terribly sorry, you were saying?

- l just want to pay forthe ointment.

lt's 30 centimes. lt's very difficult

to find help these days, you know?

- Juliette?

- Yes?

Would you please tell your husband to

spare us this concert every evening?

Yes, of course.

You're so right.

- All right, good night, Juliette.

- l'm sorry.

- l'm going too, madame.

- No, Armand...

Please finish locking up and then

come back. l'd like to talk to you.

Yes, madame.

l don't give 2 shits! The street's

public property and l can

make all the noise l like! - Mum said

l didn't marry you for your brains.

Make your noise and l'll get fired.

And then you'll be forced

to sell yourfucking cycle,

with the money you bring home.

And then the street will

be quiet, and so will she.

Oh, yes, a girl like you can find

another job in 2 minutes!

Maybe at the front, with the workforce.

- So it's like that, is it?

Me at the front and you here

chasing other girls!

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