The Black Box

Mr. Seligman...

Spaghetti harvester...

That's a big job,

Spaghetti harvester.

Marble is lovely but it's cold...

RP-50... RP-50... RP-50...

Incorrigible, she used to say...

Spaghetti harvester,

that's a big job...

Texas doesn't exist...

Texas doesn't exist...

He took it from me...

Children are sacred,

you jerk, you jerk!

RP-50... RP-50...

Blue, blue...

Sylvain Ganem wants revenge.

Sylvain Ganem wants to kill me.

He was a tall, thin jerk,

I was afraid, and I wept...

RP-50... RP-50...

Spaghetti harvester...

that's what I want to do!

- No fractures...

- Thank you, we can take care of this.

There's a subdural hematoma...

Seligman. Arthur Seligman.

I knew his parents,

I'll take care of him.

I also knew his brother.

Spaghetti harvester

that's a big job...

RP-50...Incorrigible...

the old bitch...

He took it from me...

The boy?

Is he alright?

What boy?

Little boy on the bicycle.

Is he alright?

No boy, no bicycle, you were alone.

You missed a curve

and rolled your car.

Those who saw the wreck

say it's a miracle.

You were very lucky.

I'm Isabelle. If you

need anything don't hesitate.

Under your blouse...

Underwear? Or nothing at all?

And Betty? What would

she say about my underwear?

Betty? Who's that?

I don't know any Betty.

Betty.

Betty Moreno.

I realized I never loved

as much since Betty Moreno.

Without you it never would

have resurfaced. Thanks.

You're the one who spoke of her.

I talked?

What did I say?

Many things.

It was captivating.

Hello, I'm Arthur Seligman.

I'm leaving the hospital today.

I'm aware of this,

Mr. Seligman.

Did my brother visit during my...

Well, during my stay?

What's your brother's name?

- Yvan. Yvan Seligman.

- No.

Alright. Could you call me a taxi?

- For the station?

- Station? What station?

- Where are we?

- In Cherbourg, Mr. Seligman.

Cherbourg?

My accident was in Cherbourg?

The road, about 10 km away.

Shall I call you a taxi?

There are trains every hour.

Sure, alright.

I thought this was Paris.

What am I doing in Cherbourg?

Only you could know.

- It'll come back to you.

- When?

Depends on you.

There might be an

answer to that question.

- As well as many others.

- Other questions?

You talked a lot when you

came out of it. I was on watch.

- You didn't stop talking.

- Really? What did I say?

Like a torrent, an

unbelievable flow of words...

Incomprehensible phrases,

only you could decipher them.

And so?

It's a wondrous thing, like

direct access to your memory.

- Your black box, so to speak.

- My black box?

Your subconscious, if you prefer.

Your subconscious expressed itself.

That night you let it all out.

You've freed 35 years of morality,

the forbidden, taboos...

of memories. Betty is

just a drop in that ocean.

She leaves your black box

like all the rest of it.

For once my watch was rather quiet,

and I'm always taking notes.

You're saying you heard it all?

Wrote it all down?

I know it's not right, like peeping,

but it's also an opportunity.

In 14 years of analysis, I haven't

let go as much as you did in one night.

All your fears, loves, hates

and fantasies are in here.

Perhaps also the reason you

were in Cherbourg that night.

Use it wisely.

Hello, you've reached Yvan Seligman...

Yvan, it's Arthur. I had an accident.

In hospital a few days. I'm O.K.

It's nothing. Don't tell the parents.

Call me back.

Incorrigible...

It was all that

old bitch could say.

Dad, believe me,

I'm not incorrigible.

She lies and you believe her.

The big white marble staircase...

Marble is lovely, but it's cold.

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)