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Are you out of your mind?

I know, I know!

I came here a lot when I was young.

You never told me that.

Aunt Juliette had an estate nearby.

I remember I had bicycle races with my cousins.

- You rode a bike? - Yes, and quite well.

This is the bedroom.

The bathroom.

The sitting room.

Just one bedroom?

The letter said "Madame Chevalier and child," so we thought -

Your secretary's crazy, Charles!

Are you full up?

We are, sir, unfortunately. For you, that is.

Never mind. Put another bed in the sitting room.

That way I can keep an eye on you.

I must get going.

- You in such a hurry? - Actually I am.

I'll try to come see you.

Bring the boys along.

If those idiots want to come.

Best time to call is early afternoon.

All right, dear.

Two or three aren't bad, but that's all.

You're hard to please.

An after-dinner drink, Madame?

They're talking about you. You should be flattered.

It's you they're looking at.

Then you should be even more flattered.

Do you enjoy hotels? - I haven't stayed in them enough.

I adore hotels.

I feel free, as if I were starting a new life.

Even if it's only a feeling, it's very nice.

Daddy hates hotels.

It runs in his family. Remember your great-aunt?

The one who always said, "Education will be the end of France."

The first thing she did in a hotel

was to take a big bottle of methyl alcohol and disinfect everything:

Sink, tub, chamber pot.

She was so clumsy with it that she often set the place on fire!

Put your shoes outside the door.

Why are there never any hangers in French hotels?

Good night.

Sleep well.

You have to buy me new shoes tomorrow.

All right. Did you brush your teeth?

I didn't want to disturb you.

It won't disturb me at all.

What time's your treatment tomorrow?

9:30.

Can you help me? My zipper's stuck again.

I'll order breakfast for 8:45, okay?

They'll bring the tray to your room,

and you can tiptoe in to wake me up.

There.

What do you want? Coffee and rolls?

Tea and what?

Orange juice and toast.

I'm sure their orange juice is canned.

What's the matter?

Don't look at me like that.

I have no sense of modesty.

Your father never could get used to it.

How much? Ten grams?

Hold it in your mouth a while.

Your mother's very pretty.

I saw you at the hotel last night.

Next.

It's your turn.

Hello, Fernande!

Mr. Bizot, you'll never change.

Go stand at the bar.

Facing me.

Afraid I'll cripple you?

I know what I'm doing.

What's your name?

Nice name. I had a cousin named Laurent.

Turn to the side.

Which side?

Either. We'll do both.

Lift your arm.

You're already a little man. How old are you?

Fifteen.

This cure will do you good.

Me, I've never been ill.

Where are you from? Paris, I bet.

You look like a Parisian.

Turn your back, sweetie.

The weather's changing.

The new moon

and the west wind will bring rain.

You Parisians don't understand these things.

When you look up, all you see is the Eiffel Tower.

All done.

Come here and I'll rub you down.

You mustn't catch cold. It's bad for the treatment.

Is Malavelle your doctor? You're lucky.

He's the best here, but he's temperamental.

He laid into my husband the other day.

You know Hubert, that tall fellow you were talking to outside?

He makes me laugh, that devil.

Renzino, you know you shouldn't run.

Introduce me to your mother?

I'm so hot.

Hubert Bizot.

Pleased to meet you.

- How about a game with me? - I'm a very bad player.

That doesn't matter. How about tomorrow at 11:00?

All right, but I warned you.

He's got a lot of nerve.

Don't play with him. You'll make a fool of yourself. Look.

What's the matter? Are you jealous?

Not at all. People will laugh, that's all.

You should take some lessons. - You're right.

That charming young man will teach me.

Laurent, wait for me.

St. Tropez isn't everything people say it is.

- You know St. Tropez? - St. What?

My parents have a villa in La Baule.

I came here out of fear for Hubert.

My grandmother died of rheumatism,

my father has attacks, and now it's starting on me.

I think it must be hereditary.

Really? You're a doctor's wife. What do you think?

We never discuss medicine.

Isn't it always like that?

You're mother's great. I hope to be like her at her age.

How old is she?

She's 85, and she still has all her teeth.

The countryside here is lovely.

Very restful, in any case.

Your mother says you know Italy. Is that true?

We lived in Naples. My father was the French consul.

Your friend Hubert's nice. He speaks Italian very well.

What do you mean, my friend?

He's a real idiot! You know what he is?

A royalist, of all things!

You're flirting with a royalist!

You're behaving like a husband!

Worse! Your father never carried on like this.

You're my prying little French husband.

My bourgeois,

malicious,

jealous and bad-tempered little husband!

Next.

Oh, it's you, Laurent.

You're in quite a hurry.

Oh, it's you.

You can call me H�l�ne.

What are you doing now?

Nothing special.

Wait for me?

If you like.

Were you afraid of dying when you got sick?

A little. You?

Yes. I think a lot about death in general.

You don't look the type.

- I'll show you. - I'll never get it.

Shall we sit down? There's a bench there.

No, let's walk.

Have you slept with him?

Me? Are you crazy?

- Have you kissed him? - No.

He's handsome but conceited.

Does your mother like him? - Not at all.

Do you like jazz?

Wanna hear my records?

- In your room? - Yes. Does that scare you?

Me? You think you're dangerous?

I can't stay long.

You've got a nicer view. Shall we trade?

All very serious. You're really an intellectual.

Will you study medicine like your father?

Not on your life.

I hate the Tour de France.

Where are your records?

Stop it!

Laurent, you're tickling me.

Besides, I'm older than you.

I'm 161/2.

Liar! You'll be 15 in October.

I asked to see the hotel register.

Daphn�e and I made a bet.

I like you.

I want to too, but I've decided to wait.

I don't want to sleep around.

Keeping yourself pure for your wedding night?

Don't be silly. I'm waiting to fall in love.

And I'm a little scared. Aren't you?

It's normal the first time.

You've already slept with someone?

- Yes and no. - What do you mean?

I can't explain.

- Your mother will be coming back. - I locked the door.

She'll know I'm here.

She intimidates me.

What about my jazz records?

Bring them downstairs tonight. We'll dance.

It's not dance music.

Pardon me!

See you.

"...and so ends the broadcast of today's race."

Oh, I'm bushed!

Your friend's nice, but you're right:

He's not very smart.

That's not a book for you.

I've already read it. Thomas lent it to me when I was sick.

- You're kidding. - I'll tell you the story.

Don't! I haven't read it yet.

And I thought I hid it so carefully.

In any case, Thomas was wrong.

Your father's right. I'll never be a real mother.

You've already read The Story of O at your age!

There's no childhood anymore.

I was surprised to find it there.

- Did that shock you? - Absolutely.

That's the last straw!

What did you think of it? - It's interesting.

Well written.

Why not take things as they come?

Meaning?

I don't know. Begin at the beginning.

Wait to experience things yourself.

And there's plenty of time. I'm not rushing you.

Everyone has to discover love for himself.

Lots of things can happen between a man and a woman.

Better to find out for yourself, not from a book.

Don't you agree?

It's funny.

My three sons are already men. I can't get used to it.

Especially you.

I guess I'm getting old.

Do you think you're a man?

Come in.

Put it over there, please.

It's a nice morning,

but with the wind coming up, we may get a storm.

Some more tea?

Laurent, don't mope like that.

I'd rather you slapped me back.

I should ask the manager for another room.

The hotel's completely full.

Another thing:

I'm expecting someone today. It's nothing, but -

Okay, I get it. You want me to leave you alone.

Shall I go outside and play?

I think you're great.

I only meant I wouldn't be here for lunch.

Do as you like.

I'll go sightseeing in Autun with H�l�ne and the others.

Don't forget:

Whatever you do, I'm on your side.

Hurry up!

H�l�ne, what are you doing?

There's no room. Go ahead without me.

Come on, squeeze in!

I don't feel like it. See you tonight.

Don't be silly.

- What a pain in the neck. - Anything to get attention.

Have you ever had cirrhosis?

A cure at Vichy would help.

I've had five of them.

Being a woman, I love fine wines.

A nice Beaujolais is very good.

Look how well-behaved the boy is.

Your mother said you'd be out today.

That's possible.

I'll have shirred eggs to start,

then foie gras and toast.

- That's not on the menu. - So what?

The toast nice and crisp this time.

And some Ch�teau Laffite '47.

We don't have it in half bottles.

Who said a half bottle?

Bobet is in the lead.

It now seems certain he'll win today's leg of the Tour de France.

No cigarettes, no matches, no nothing -

what a lover!

Did you find some?

Call the concierge.

Jacques, get dressed quietly.

Are you crazy?

Come here.

Let me go!

Laurent's asleep in there.

You said he was out.

That boy is unpredictable.

Now hurry up. Let's go!

- This time it's too much! - You'll wake him up!

All right, I'll go, but you're coming with me.

Are you crazy? I can't leave Laurent.

Don't ask me to. - I am asking.

Just once, show me that I count.

Be quiet!

Come on now.

"I have to leave.

I'll be back in two days.

Don't be sad. I'll explain everything.

I love you. "

Jacques, stop it! Let me go! You're crazy!

Jacques, stop it! Let me go! You're crazy!

I can't leave Laurent.

Don't ask me to.

I am asking.

Please.

Who won the leg?

I don't give a damn about the Tour de France.

I thought you were sick. - Do I look sick?

I didn't see you this morning.

I overslept.

Is it true your mother's gone?

Seems she drove off in a hurry with some guy last night.

My older brother broke his leg.

Did you see the news from the Geneva Conference?

Mend�s is trading off Indochina.

All those guys killed for nothing!

We've lost anyway, so it's better to stop.

Lost for you maybe.

We'd win with more troops and the US Air Force.

You're too dumb, even for a fascist.

I'm not a fascist, I'm a patriot.

A country's lost without colonies. Look at the English.

I'm leaving. The music's lousy.

You can't come in here without a jacket.

Really? Just watch.

All lesbians. What a waste.

And the mothers approve. What an age we live in!

It's nothing new.

Just read Proust. But you don't read Jewish writers.

Hubert, come sit here and bring your friend.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Aren't you going to dance?

It would distract you. You must be lonely.

My poor little boy.

I'm neither poor nor particularly little,

and I'm certainly not yours.

Stop it! Everyone's watching!

So it's true what they say - you're a lesbian.

I should have known.

I've always wondered: How do you do it?

That's enough or I'll slap you!

All right, don't get upset.

I'll tell you a secret no one knows, not even my parents.

I'm really a woman. We could have fun together.

You don't believe me? Come to my room and I'll show you.

Very poor manners. But then, what can you expect?

Is it true your daughter's a lesbian?

That's what Hubert said.

- Could you turn off that awful music? - It's Gillespie.

I have a headache.

You don't look so good.

I've seen you looking better.

Don't cry. It'll make your eyes red.

What happened?

It'll feel better to talk about it.

Is it that bad?

He asked me to get a divorce

and leave with him for Paris right away.

And you refused?

I tried to explain.

He said I was a coward, afraid of leaving everything behind.

What a dope.

He doesn't understand you.

Maybe I am a coward.

But I don't want to be forced.

I want to be free. That's my way of loving.

Couldn't he see that?

He sees things differently.

He wanted to organize my life around his.

What about us? He's got some nerve.

You're not his problem.

He's very jealous.

I'm afraid of being hemmed in.

But you loved him.

Of course I did.

There are different ways of loving.

Another misunderstanding.

Did he leave?

- Yes. He's moving to Paris. - You won't see him again?

I don't think so.

You'll find someone who'll love you just as you are.

Renzino, you're wonderful.

What a conversation for a mother and son to have!

Why not? I'm your friend too.

And then?

I was alone with Gusta.

I spoke with everybody to learn French.

That's how I met your father.

He came up to me at Place St. Michel.

I didn't understand him very well,

but I thought he was very handsome.

He had a long beard then. He looked like a young Garibaldi.

Who can say no to Garibaldi?

That's how I get pregnant. - With Thomas?

Of course.

You got married right away?

It created quite a stir.

Your grandma was furious.

For the Dijon bourgeoisie,

a 16-year-old foreign refugee without a penny -

I was some catch!

They all came to get a closer look.

"The fortune hunter," your aunts called me.

My French made them shudder.

What about Daddy?

He was crazy about me.

We were like lovebirds.

- Hard to imagine. - You don't know your father.

He was very jealous then.

He almost resented me for giving in so easily.

- Was he the first? - Of course.

I wonder if he realizes that.

He should. It's his profession!

- May I? - Please.

Are you playing gin rummy?

Yes, American style.

It's a special style.

It's a bit different. I'll take one card.

I'm putting up my two.

- But that's the ace of spades. - Yes, it has a curse on it.

That's right. I forgot.

I take nine, six, four.

I put a jack on your two, turn and pass.

This is quite impossible.

Look, a crossed card.

Crossed?

- You never seen that? - Never.

I'm positive.

Watch this.

Watch out for my feet!

My father adored the waltz.

What a shame you didn't know him.

He lived only for women and politics.

You know how he died?

He went back to Italy during the war at a very dangerous time.

He was going to join the resistance.

But he fell in love with a girl in Milan.

He lived at her house. That's how they caught him.

Aren't you being unfaithful to H�l�ne these days?

I've never been after her.

Liar.

She's nice, and pretty too.

She gets on my nerves. She's a tease.

What about Daphn�e? Isn't she a tease?

Sure, but at least she's not a virgin.

How would you know?

I can tell.

Just like that, at first sight? Pretty good!

And you? Are you a virgin?

That's my business.

Anyway, H�l�ne's a lesbian. - What a thing to say!

Hubert says almost all girls are.

Not so cold!

They start in school and continue afterwards.

Hubert certainly knows a lot.

With your stories about Father Henri, you're opening my eyes.

Men are queers, women are lesbians - everyone's happy.

Cold water's good for your hair.

You're hurting me.

Don't blame me. Your nails are hard as rocks.

It's a sign of virility.

Of old age, you mean.

Must be funny being married to a gynecologist.

You get used to it.

I've been meaning to ask you:

Is Daddy really my father?

- Are you kidding me? - No, I'm serious.

I swear you're your father's son and your brothers' brother.

Why did you ask?

I don't love him.

I just can't.

And the feeling's mutual too.

Laurent, stay with us.

You see how these soldiers dance? Incredible!

A bunch of hicks!

Poor France. What a republic we have!

Want to dance?

Can I have a drink?

You won't dance with me?

That's not very nice.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

the fireworks!

I brought you a classy lady.

Now, on with the dance!

Lovebirds, out on the floor!

May I have this dance?

I'm spoken for.

He can step on your toes the next dance.

Want me to kick your teeth in?

Don't get familiar with me!

You're not good enough to fight with me.

That's what you say, punk!

Take it easy!

Calm down!

That's enough now.

Go sit down!

Great timing!

Insulting the working classes for Bastille Day!

I'll knock him flat!

Let's dance.

Here he is.

Who does he think he is, anyway?

- He's dumb but harmless. - He's a damn snob.

I like dancing with you.

Hubert's an idiot, but I think your mother's overdoing it.

Really?

You should keep an eye on her.

Have a drink. Dancing works up a thirst.

This'll cool you down.

I've had too many.

- Where do you live? - The Hotel des Bains.

Could I see you tomorrow afternoon?

I'm not working tomorrow.

Say, you're Italian, aren't you?

I knew it!

Me, I'm from Brittany.

And where are you from?

I'm from Paris.

A city slicker.

Let's take a walk in the park.

I've got something important to show you.

Something very pretty.

It's my bedtime.

- I'll go with you. - Don't bother. I have an escort.

She got me all wet.

Rich women are all bitches!

They're all bitches, those rich dames.

Let's go, Laurent.

No, please! Turn that off!

My head's spinning!

What a great invention, Bastille Day!

We should celebrate it more often.

We can start again tomorrow.

No, not every night.

Oh, I'm dead!

I can't even get undressed.

I'll help you.

I don't want you to be unhappy...

or ashamed, or sorry.

We'll remember it as a very beautiful...

and solemn moment...

that will never happen again.

What's going to happen now?

Nothing. We'll never mention it again.

It'll be our secret.

I'll remember it without remorse, tenderly.

Promise you'll do the same.

Laurent, what is it?

You know what time it is?

Are you crazy? Get out or I'll scream!

You've lost your mind!

All right, all right. I'm leaving.

Which is Daphn�e's room? - 27.

Are you going to her room?

Daphn�e, open up!

It's almost 10:00!

- I'll meet you downstairs. - We're leaving in five minutes.

Hurry up!

Wake up!

Get dressed! You mustn't let anyone see you.

The coast is clear.

Hurry up.

Hurry, Fran�oise. The Bollingers are waiting.

Isn't that the Chevalier boy?

Sneaking out at night now?

What's all this about?

The explanation had better be good.

And walking around barefoot!