All language subtitles for Petites Coupures - de Pascal Bonitzer - avec Daniel Auteuil, Kristin Scott Thomas, Jean Yanne - 2003 - FR

Excuse me, but is that Fuchsia #19
by Saint-Laurent?

I use it too. I don't know where
I left it though.

Never mind. Sorry.
- Here.

Thanks. It's embarrassing.
- Go on, don't worry.

I have a date.
I feel naked without it.

And I always take my lipstick
with me.

Can I really? Thanks.

I even hate asking someone
a cigarette.

No problem.

And I've seen you before.

I once had to borrow a
tampon. Horrible.

So we've met before?
Yes, I've seen you before.

Where was it again?
- Rue de Bretagne, last Sunday.

I bought a Huma.
You weren't very talkative.

I felt uncomfortable.
I was replacing a friend.

Bruno Beckmann.

He's normally running the shop.
- I'm going to visit him.

I'm really nervous.
I haven't smoked all day.

Would you like a cigarette?
- Yes, thanks.

I didn't want to ask.
Is it OK?

The lipstick? Yeah. Heavy tobacco?
- Yes, great.

Thanks.

So you're a communist?

I'm not into politics but...

how can you be a communist
after everything that happened?

So what happened?

You know... The Wall and all.
- What wall?

Are you kidding?
Sorry, but...

It's alright.

The Wall is far away.
Not every change is good.

Yes, it's not funny.
- What isn't?

Nothing in particular.
Everything.

Did you ask Bruno why he's
still a communist?

I don't know Bruno well enough.
- Longer than me.

I don't talk to him about this.
Maybe later.

My hair is messed up, isn't it?
- Want my brush?

Yes, please.

Ain't I something?
- Well, you're in love.

Madly in love.

I might even get red spots.

Is it that time of the month?

No, definitely not.

Are you sure?
Because I have tampons.

Why are you saying that?

Am I going too far??
I can never tell.

Are you serious?

Is there something wrong?
- No, go and see your date.

You're not Gaelle, are you?

I didn't know.
I mean I didn't know you.

What if we had never met?

You left this in the bathroom.
Don't do that anymore.

Promised.

Good luck.

I want to go to Turin tonight.

Are you leaving me?
- Return by Lyon, on the 4th.

Are you leaving me?
- I have to go to the rehearsal.

Don't embarrass me.
- Then tell me the truth.

Very nice.

Going to visit your mother in Lyon?
- You know she's ill.

How long will you be away?

Don't give me that look. I should
be doing that.

Yes. I'm a jerk. But I've
stopped seeing her.

You have to believe me.
- I don't care, Bruno.

I don't want you to leave me.
- You make me sick.

You need to call Gerard.

I can't find my ring.
I hope it's not stuck in the sink.

What ring?
- The one from Madrid. Opal and Granite.

I see.

Find it for me if you will.

It'll keep you busy.

Departure: tonight at 5.35 PM.
Return: the 4th at 1.45 PM. OK?

Perfect.

Are you leaving tonight?

If you don't forgive
me now...

Mathilde Angremont.
I work for Gerard Sermain.

I'm a bit clumsy.

Are you hurt?
- I'm fine.

I left you some messages.
- I didn't listen yet.

Gerard wants to talk
to you in Chauvenage.

I'll revise his speech,
but I'm staying home.

He's got Beria to organize
his campaign.

Will you tell him?
- Put that away.

I'll have him call you.
- He won't say anything.

I'll go see him if I have to.
Coffee?

No, I still have the pamphlets.

I'll pick you up tomorrow?

I'll have the car.
- Are you leaving? Where to?

How long have you worked for him?

I'm a manager. I was teaching in
Lyon II and Grenoble.

But I found it too tiresome.

Will I get it back?
- Just two more days.

Fine, tomorrow then.

Alright.

I love you.

Gerard asks if you want a cup.
- Yes, please.

Do I have many followers
in Paris?

Not a lot I guess?

Numbers are deceiving.
We have none.

You still smell the same. Hi.
- Hi.

I'm very sensitive to odours.

Are you hurt?
- Nothing serious.

You just came in from Paris too?
- Yeah.

She's not very talkative.

My back hurts. I have stings.
And I don't know why.

You're always nervous
when you're on campaign.

I'm the real ill one here.
Like to see my drawings?

Where were you?
- Upstairs.

Simon, no TV.
- It's about Yugoslavia.

Are you still interested?
- In justice, always.

Where are the toilets?
- End of the hallway, left.

Are those '99 Moroccan?
- Nee, 2000 Death Valley.

The others are in the
party hall.

The party hall?

What's the story?
- Why?

Gerard is about to explode.
- No idea.

Very good.
- I'm not dead yet, am I?

Anne, don't say that.

You look radiant.

I don't know.
Maybe.

It's not catching on.
- What isn't?

The treatment. My lines aren't
very self assuring right now.

Look at my hand.

Did you break up with Gaelle?

Good for you. And the girl?
- She's just a girl.

She's cute.

Do you think? Her eyes aren't straight
and she has ugly hands.

She's in love.

Am I not allowed to say that?
- I don't want to hear it.

I don't get it.

I just don't want to hear
that she loves me.

To me it's simple.

I think Gaele's great.

Gerard loves her.
We liked her a lot.

Why did you bring that
other girl over?

If that's what you think...

why are you making it so hard?

Because that's what I like.

Idiot.

Remember the ring from Madrid?
- Opal and granite.

Gaelle loves it. Nathalie
wears it now because she loves me.

Do you think that's normal?

It's retarded.
She's retarded.

She's ignorant.
Beyond belief.

I can't talk to her anymore.
I have to take that ring.

She's going to cry and I'll be
confused. How ridiculous.

You don't know what
infidelity is.

You think so?

I met someone.

Do you mean...
- I love someone else.

You?

Isn't Milosevic on trial?
- What do you care?

I was never in any war.

Can't I talk about Serbia?

That's not what I said.

You're so busy with it you
don't even notice here and now.

You never fought.
- Here or in Chechnya.

Out.
- You'll pay for this.

I don't want to see you again.

He's insupportable.
I'll make him pay.

That's youth. Calm down.
- I'm calm.

Come to my office.
Forget about Nathalie. Come.

You look relaxed and happy.

Broken up with Gaele?

Good.

What do they say about me in Paris?
- Don't know. Why?

Just wondering.

In the end it's all about
staying alive, kid.

Patronising?
Did I mention that?

I've got a good team.
Serious and devoted people.

Like Fromager.
Quite a guy, isn't he?

Seen his suspenders?

Extraordinary.

But if I ever need to ask
a favour,

if I ever need a true friend
I have only you.

I don't know what it is
but I keep things legal.

What?

I'm not into illegal stuff.
- Bastard.

Damn criminal.

I get nothing in return.
What do you think I am?

A gangster? Do you think I'm some
kind of corrupt politician?

Never say that again.

Simon's right, you are insane.
I'm out of here.

Sorry, please come back.
I said come back.

Do you have a license?
- To blow my own head off?

Yes for I am the chosen one.
The chosen one.

Or I'm nothing. I wasn't made
for the opposition.

Anne's going to leave me.
She's already seeing someone else.

Come and have a look at my drawings.
Did she tell you?

Ever heard of the
Larrieux Institute?

That's where she met him.

When her hands started to tremble
she went to a specialist.

I never liked them anyways.

And it's no young puppy.

She has a thing for older men.
Here.

What's in it?

Words.
But words can hurt.

Let's see what he says
when you drop this off.

You're telling me to drop it off?
- I'm not telling you anything.

You and your girl can leave
any time you want.

Everyone is letting me go.
Fine.

I'll do what you ask of me.
Give me the thing.

Come here.

Look.

This is your map.
You'll be expected at 7. Go.

He's expecting me?
- Yes, for Anne's treatment.

There's my pumpkin.

Can Bruno take the Lada?

But I made pie.
Oh, nice.

I'll be back.
- Your girlfriend left.

Why? Where to?
- Don't know. She just left.

I found this in the bathroom.

Didn't see Nathalie?
- Maybe.

What did she say?
- She asked the way to the station.

I told her to get a taxi.

Can you keep something for me?
- Me?

Hide this from Gerard.

What do I do with this?
- Keep it or get rid of it.

Why me?
- You're reliable.

A man with suspenders is reliable.
- Anyway...

You must leave.
You know everything.

You're not giving me a chance, bastard.
- Yeah, yeah.

It's going very well. I have to go.
Who else will take care of me?

My wife? All she does is
calling on her mobile.

It's said to give you cancer.
But not her.

She will probably leave me.

And I'll be the one that gets
cancer or worse.

Will you go with him?
- Yeah, there are no free taxis.

Simon consoled me.
You see?

He's also an outcast.
- I'm the outcast.

Is this some kind of game?

Either I sleep with him,
or I take the train.

I need some money. Give me
200 Euros. No, 300, damn it.

Nathalie...
- Don't call me Nathalie.

Don't even say my name again.

I wanted to write a letter.
I almost wrote My dear.

Out of habit.

Don't I have the right
to write that?

I don't know what you were
thinking but...

it's too late.
Those words are eating me up.

It's breaking me.
Don't touch me. Heard me?

Fuck you

Excuse me, sir.
I'm looking for La Regalderie.

He wants to use the phone.

Do you know La Regalderie?

Who are you calling?
- It's a local call. I'll pay.

Gerard, it's Bruno. Pick up the phone.
I'm lost.

Cross the bridge and take
the 2nd on your left.

I still haven't seen any road.

I'm in the middle of nowhere
and I'm late.

Take me with you,
I'll show you the way.

Take me with you,
I'll show you the way.

You can't just...
- Start your car.

Thanks.

Marie, what are you doing?
- I'm leaving.

You'll stay here.
- I'm leaving.

What are you standing there for?

Leave me alone.

Leave.
- What?

Just go.

Come on. Open up.

He's furious. He'll cut me to
pieces with his axe.

With his axe?
- Or his chain saw. Screw him.

Isn't this the right way?

Is this the right way? I'm
really late. This is important.

Got it. You're really late and
it's very important.

Is this the right way?

I don't know, sir.
- What?

You did this on purpose.
- No, I'm sorry but I had to get out.

I'm in trouble.
It was my only way out.

Don't you have a plan?

Look.

Do you know physio?
- Sorry?

Physio.
Physio therapy.

I can't study over there.

We have to drive back
to the bridge.

Straight on.

Are you sure?
- I think you should take the bridge.

It's Maria.

I'm by the bridge.

Will you pick me up?

We're going to the roadside
restaurant.

Dammit.

I'm here to see Mr Verekher.

Would you know where...

Should I beg you for it?
- I can't.

It doesn't take a lot of
courage.

Courage?
Look who's talking.

Stop.
- I know what it is.

Stop that.
- I was all on my own.

Oh no, not again.

Paul?
- Bruno?

Hey. Nice to see you.
What happened? Cut yourself?

It's only a blister.
I thought you'd be in Lyon.

That's two years ago. Beatrice,
an ex. A coward.

You were the one that left.
Bye.

Bruno Beckmann for Mr Verekher.
- He's in bed. He's been ill.

Hurt? You're bleeding.

I was in an accident
and I look like shit.

I've a broken car.
And it's not even mine.

Did you drive far?
- From Chauvenage.

Villard Chauvenage?
Gerard's over there.

I support the mayor.
- No dawdling.

Andre, stop whining.
- I know, Beatrice.

Don't be so ironic.
Be polite.

He's not impolite or ironic.
- Yes he is.

Because I was talking
about his courage.

I'm not upset.
Put those cards down.

I've come at a bad time.

If Mr Verekher isn't there
I won't...

Could you...
- I still don't drive. Andre does.

I'm sorry, we're driving to...
- Could I make a call?

You must have an appointment.
- Go look.

You must be hungry. Noria
will make you some food.

Would you like to freshen up?

There's some bandage cotton.
Please be as quiet as possible.

Is your father sleeping
in the other room?

He's unique and fantastic.
A real martyr.

He hates that word. He's in a constant
struggle. It's very intense.

You could take mercurochrome
or alcohol.

What are you doing?
- I'm Bruno Beckmann.

I'm hurt.

That's a strange bandaid.

This is ridiculous.

I've fallen asleep with me
clothes on. How terrible.

I don't like to be seen barefoot.
I'm going back to bed.

Are you there?

I wanted to say...
- Please, don't be shy.

It makes me tired.

Last summer I've had
an lung emphysema.

So I have to sleep like this,
or I could get apnea.

Seen my nose?
I look like shit.

This this is broken,
it's leaking or something.

A letter from Gerard Sermain,
I'm his nephew.

Do you agree?

On Anne's illness.
- I don't know.

Are you OK?

Are you OK?

Leave me alone.
- Listen, I...

I don't want to know.

I'm not afraid of threats.

He can forget about it.

He's no longer in.
Get out.

Wait.
- I have a long way to go.

Please, stay.

Give me one night to
give you my answer.

Tell Beatrice I don't want
to be tucked in.

Good night.

Etienne won't approve.
- You're sweet. Bye.

Don't tell me that too often.

Sorry, Bruno.
They're shutting us out.

Time flies.
Look at my hair.

We should meet again.
- I can e-mail you.

OK, let's e-mail.
Bye.

Help with the car won't arrive
until tomorrow afternoon.

Noria will make your bed.

Thanks.
Could I use your phone?

Gerard, my car broke down.
I'm staying here for the night.

Can you send someone tomorrow?
I hope you get this message.

He got yours.

"Given words"

Cultivated salmon. Good stuff.

Thanks.

I hope you like red wine. Noria
will show you your room. Bye.

I've spoken with your father.

Did you wake him up?
- He's back in bed.

He doesn't want to be tucked
in tonight.

What do you think?
- About what?

His health.
- The machines upset him.

Other than that he's as healthy
as everybody else in here.

I didn't mean to...
- Don't worry.

I'm tired.

I'm not very nice company
at the moment.

Forgive me.

So you're a friend of Paul?
- Used to be.

Since ENS moved to Lyon
we haven't seen each other.

And that stupid fight we had.

I didn't know he was here.

Andre and he met at ENS.

But I don't like him.
- Why not?

He loves me, but I don't
love him.

He disgusts me.

Whenever he sees me he gets sweaty
hands. That's embarrassing.

Are you really a communist?
- Why?

Paul is religious isn't he?

We used to be friends,
but not best friends.

How can you be a communist
after all that happened?

Why?
- The Wall.

That was far away. Everything changed.
- Not really.

Tell me what you know about it.
- Nothing.

It's not too good right now
but there is a faint light.

Light? What light?

The light of October.
Are you making fun of me?

No, I deeply respect a man with
a planetary and historical view.

Did you like the salmon?

Did you cook it?
- Noria did. I don't know how.

Would you like coffee? Or see the room?
Get some fresh air?

What?
- I'm taking out the trash.

I'm afraid when I'm alone.

You must be exhausted.

Shall I take you back?
- I want to talk to your father.

Where are we going?

He's not really my father.

I'm his stepdaughter.

Mom was his second wife.

Was?
- She died three years ago.

During work.
She was a hydro geologist.

A landslide.
The mountain swallowed her.

In the Obiou Canyon.

Horrible.

She was a wonderful woman.
In every way.

She wanted to know everything
and didn't know fear.

She was my opposite.
I'm much more reserved.

Want to go for a walk?

Beautiful isn't it?

1377, from the Hundred Years War.

It's wonderful here in summer. It
gave me many good memories.

Why are you looking at me like that?
- Like what?

I'm boring you with my stories.
I talk too much.

I have no one to talk to here.

I buried myself here.
With all the hate.

Do they all hate you?

Except Paul.

Poor Paul.

It's all about money and
heritages.

Be careful, it's slippery.

Give me your hand.
Let me show you something.

Was it you?
- No.

It was an owl.

I hope it's just one.

I'm shaking.

What do you want to show me?
- It's not that important.

Over there.

An ancient inscription. I
like to think it's about me.

I like to imagine I'm the
one and only Beatrice.

It's not a very popular name.

You seem to have a bit of a hunch.
- Yeah sometimes.

Excuse me.

It's that bird.
Don't touch me.

I hear something.
Switch off your flashlight.

Sometimes I wish I was blind.
I bet it's a lot easier.

Do you think so?

Maybe they'll leave me alone.
And respect me.

That's life in the sanctuary.
- Sanctuary?

You're so soft.

Is that your neck?

Yes.

And is this your neck?

Put on the flashlight.
Give it to me.

Sorry.

It's my fault.

Don't just stand there.

That's my glass.

Your problem is you think too much.
Don't you think?

Don't know. What do you mean?

You think I'm evil.
Hush, let me finish.

Before I...

I?
- You think I don't work.

I have a BTS.
What am I saying?

I have a DEA
in history and art.

I majored in cartels.
Do you know what a cartel is?

I know the left wing cartel,
the drug cartel...

Cartels are bells. Did you see
the one in Etienne's room?

Mynuel, 1725, in great shape.
A good investment.

Am I allowed to talk about this
with you?

No, but we can talk about
having a drink.

We'll end up driving in a canyon.
- As long as it's with you.

Waiter?

I don't feel like being romantic
with you.

Why not?
- Because.

Remember me?

I don't have anything to tell you.

He's crazy. You're crazy.

You took my wife.
- He's mistaken.

I know you're upset but it was just
a combination of circumstances.

Will it happen again?

Where are you from? Not from here.
Look at me when I talk to you.

Where do you live?
- Paris.

I'm not surprised.

You stink.

Parisians are filthy.
Look at his collar.

What's that on your hand?
- A wound.

Is it deep?

Too deep to be talking
outside, isn't it?

Is she from Paris too?
- Don't.

Ask me.

Come with me.

Problems?

Come on.

Shut up.
- I didn't say anything.

I can hear you think.

A nice gift.
What did you hear?

You'd be embarrassed.
- I was.

Right you were.

Here.
There's still blood on your face.

It could be contaminated.

I know I'm a boring woman.
Wipe off the blood.

I disgust you.
- I'm fed up with your stories.

Be afraid like everyone else.
You're so incredibly vain.

What's that?
- Nothing.

A ring never is anything.
Can I have a look?

Whose is it?
- My wife's.

Can I have it?

Keep it.

I don't want your bloody ring.

I've had too much rum.

I'm married too.
- Yeah?

To whom?
- Take a guess.

Aren't you his stepdaughter?

I'm his stepdaughter and wife.

We got married after mother died.
it was going on for a while already.

I hope she never knew.
It was giving me nightmares.

I was jealous of her
and crazy about him.

That's what he likes.

He taunted me. And now he's old,
mean, sick and full of himself.

The things that remain.

You are disgusted of yourself,
but what can I say?

He family hates me
but he still wants me.

So leave him.
You have a proper education.

And leave it all to them?

That's just what they want.

There's water in the
glove compartment.

Absolutely not.
I don't just get laid anymore.

I'm looking for something more.

And I'm shit at it.
I'm bad in bed.

I'm passive and shy. I don't dare
to get naked in front of a man.

Don't look at me. That's all.

I don't want some guy with
a hard on in here.

I'm sorry.

I'm too easy, too fast.
That's why I'm so unhappy.

And we should try to get home
alive tonight.

I'll have a look.

Sir, do you mind?

Do you have a cell phone?

My wife will wonder where
I am.

If I tell her the truth she will
turn red and stutter.

Would you like to know why, sir?

I could lie to you.
But the truth...

Why did you drive off?

I thought of something horrible.
I didn't want it to happen again.

Think whatever you want
but don't do it again.

Same goes for you,
don't just leave.

What were you thinking of?
- Nothing.

Trivialities.
I'm not really normal.

Do you know the way?
- I'm not retarded.

I know the area very well.

A handkerchief please.

Thanks.

I'm stopping.
- Again?

Be careful, we're at 800 meters.

Better?
- Thanks.

You were giving me the shivers.

Do you know where we are?
- Salette.

The sanctuary,
the place of the appearance.

What were their names again?
- Melanie and Maxima.

Yes, that's where they saw Mary.

Crying, in a crystal ball.

And now this is a
pilgrimage in summer.

I was in retreat,
to think or run.

But running away doesn't help.
No more handkerchief.

I guess you don't want to
kill my husband for me?

Of course not. I'm not that stupid.

All you have to do is turn
a knob, but you won't.

Not even...

out of love?

Easy, I was just kidding.

It makes life bearable.

Let go.

I'm cold.

I feel tiny.

We have to go back.
- Why?

Because dawn is coming.

What are you doing there?

I'm showing you your room.
- Isn't he awake?

He's fast asleep now.

If only he were dead...

And?

Noria has put the wrong sheets
on the beds again.

I'm not available and neither are you.
- I know, Beatrice.

Let's keep it decent.

What are you doing?

What about you?

I'm his wife.

Wait.

That's what I call a cartel.

Very good.

Remember me, sweetheart.

I don't see anyone. Mr. Verekher...
- She left.

Why?
- They both left

Did you see them?
- No, but there was a note.

Could I see that note?
- No, sir.

Didn't she tell you
where she was going?

Don't you know when she'll be back?

Didn't he leave something for me?

I don't know.

So there's no letter for me?
- No, sir.

Nothing. Not his or hers.

She can't just disappear like that.

Or maybe he...
I can't just be...

Show me the note.

How long have you been there?
- A while.

What about Anne's car?
- Don't know.

No one knows anything here.

So can we go now?
- Not before I find out some more.

What day is it?

Feeling better?
- Yes, thanks.

Sometimes it's bad,
but the sun always returns.

I didn't sleep very well.
Don't listen to me.

Hi sweetheart.
- Hey, mom.

Just a moment.

What are you doing here?
- I was lonely.

I didn't want to see you where.
- Your ring.

I'm not alone.
- Why?

I'm here with someone.

With who?
- Kris Vergeris, art director.

And?

We're having a relationship.

I don't know what will happen.
But it's very important.

I don't want him to see you.

How long has it been going on?
- Three days.

How can you say you're having
a relationship after three days?

I'm going to faint.
- Is it that time again?

Go away, Bruno.
Please, sweetheart, just go.

I'm about to faint.

Do you love him?
- I didn't do it on purpose.

I need to talk to him.
- No, piss off. Go.

Was there somebody here?
- There was.

What's that you're holding?

A present, for you.

A lovely ring.
I'll have it made smaller.

He's here with me.

Where?

How bad is it?
- Simon's in surgery.

He's OK though,
don't know about your friend.

Third floor.

Any news?
- Later.

Are you alright?

She's over there.

You came after all.

Did you think I wouldn't?
- I feel guilty.

Don't say that.

Are you hurting?

Not anymore.

Want Simon to get it?
- Yes, alright.

It's all my fault.
I wanted to go faster. I was mad.

Sometimes I say things I don't...
- No, but you where thinking them.

And you're right. My face is
asymmetrical. And my hands ugly.

And I'm dumb.
It's pretty clear now.

This only proves one thing:
You're a sad person.

I know.
- It doesn't change anything.

But when I was hurt
I didn't hate you anymore.

You must be unhappy.
- No one is less happy.

I wouldn't be proud of it.
Get up, my foot.

I'm glad you came.
Do you know why?

Because you feel nothing for me,
that's a relief. I envy you.

Are you staying with Simon?

He's nice,
but I don't really know him.

The accident brought us
closer together.

Yes. I wish you all the very best.

Are you alright?
- Yeah, sure.

Wait. Come with me.
- What?

Come with me.

This way.

Was I dreaming?

Excuse me.

I left this morning
in a rush.

Etienne was sick.
They did some tests.

His lungs. He may have to
get heart surgery.

Won't you introduce me to your wife?
- I'm not his wife.

I thought...

I'd never see you again.
- You don't give up, do you?

You were kidding, right?

What did she want?
- Nothing.

Did you fool her?

Is she in love?
- Shut up.

Sorry?
- I shouldn't have said that.

Listen, this isn't working.

Go back to your husband.
I'm not good for you.

I just want to be alone.
Do you mind?

What's with you and the girl?
- Nothing.

But she means the world to me
and I messed up because of you.

Not because of you, but
the result is the same.

Don't give me that look. I shouldn't
have fucked you,

but it didn't mean much.

Nothing.

Stop repeating every
word I'm saying.

I'm not upset. Sorry.

I can explain.

The thing just... I panicked
because you'd left.

That's no excuse but it's the truth.
I broke up with her.

Here's the proof.

I believe you.

I'm really depressed.
- What is it you want?

Nothing. Don't say anything.

Think of that film in which
a man cries.

The woman puts her arm around
his neck and forgives him.

But this is no ordinary drama,
this is a Vaudeville.

And you don't cry. You just talk.
Nonsense.

I'm not upset.

But I want my husband
and you behave like a small kid.

And still I'm touched.

But that's not enough.

You've given me hope and pleasure
last night. Thanks.

Now it's time we each go our way.

It's best for you.
And for me too.

Besides, nothing happened.
- Don't say that.

I don't agree at all.

Something did happen.
I felt you tremble.

Don't tell me that's nothing.
It means there's still hope.

Or I'll suffocate. I don't
believe you'd let me.

I love you, Beatrice.

You should've said that earlier.
I might have believed you.

We might've made it.
But it's too late now.

Is that your final answer?

You're like a quiz master.

I like you a lot.
You're so funny.

Good luck.

Service is over.

For family and friends there is
a register to sign by the door.

Cured?
- A couple of weeks ago.

Great.

No side effects?
- Man can do without a spleen.

What are you doing here?
- Don't know.

Well, in fact I came to
tell you that...

Yes?

That sounded so much like you.

Now I can get used to it.
- To what?

To living alone.
It's a chance I must take.

Just with a beard.
- Yeah, of course.

You look like a Russian.

Russian like in the old days
I hope.

You haven't changed.
Humans never change.

Going round in circles.

Let's not talk.

You can ride along with me.

No thanks. I'm happy just
to have seen you again.

What... what is it?

Goodbye.

Farewell.

Still likes to brag.

No, I'm just telling you goodbye.
You never know.

You never know.