Un Coeur en Hiver Page #6

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Is something wrong?

Can I have some water?

It must be the smell of paint

Is this it?

- Like a bag?

- No, thanks. What do I owe you?

Have you Chekhov's stories

in paperback?

I know it wasn't easy. Thank you,

you've restored its youth

My taxi's here. Time for me

to leave my friends

Stphane is marvellous

Landron's madly happy

Can you get me this London number?

I forgot to call.

I may have to go there

I can go if you like

- This is new

- Yes, you convinced me

If you want to, it would help me

- You must be hungry

- A bit

Is it too late to eat...

something cold?

They've been working since eight

Your call, Maxime

- When do you finish?

- Tomorrow, in theory

Maxime said you were quite pleased

I think so... I'm not sure any more

Are you all right?

Why are you avoiding me?

I'm not avoiding you

Was it something I said or did?

Not at all; I've been very busy

I thought you cared about my work

Is it because of Maxime?

You might have scruples

as he's your friend

There's no friendship between us

No friendship?

We've been partners for years;

we complement each other

It's to our mutual interest,

that's all

He thinks of you as a friend

I can't prevent that

- I don't believe you

- Why?

Because it's not something one admits

to. It's true. Are you shocked?

No, saddened

Misusing words is sad

You devalue them, and everything else

What are you protecting yourself from?

I seem to be laying myself open

You aren't like that; nobody is

It's a pose

Do you want me to invent reasons,

traumas?

Unhappy childhood, sexual frustration,

career nipped in the bud?

No, I don't see it

My brothers and sisters did find me

naturally sly and secretive

I admit it freely

Offering this unpleasant image of

yourself is a bit facile, isn't it?

A bit. I'm sorry

You act as if emotions didn't exist

Yet you love music

Music is the stuff of dreams

Sorry, they don't want you.

They prefer someone they know

Too bad; it's their loss

I'm off. See you later

Your table's ready, Maxime

I'm feeling low

It has nothing to do with the sonatas

I've never lied to you,

and don't want to start now

What's happened?

Nothing

He's attracted to you

I sense it, I see it

I know him...

...better than he thinks

He's always hanging around

the musicians

At the apartment that day, it was

as though his mind blanked out

Like a malaise

What about you?

It's like...

...a pressure

It's there

I try to...

...but I do think about it...

...all the time

It crossed my mind, but

I wouldn't believe it

Beating him up isn't on

I need air. Like to come for a walk?

Not gone yet?

Just boarding. I'll miss Camille's

last day of recording. Can you go?

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