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FROM THE NOVEL BY ANDRE PIEYRE DE MANDIARGUES

Thanks, sweetie. Thanks, Elie.

Elie, come quick!

For me, you are the gift and the giver at the same time.

And I give you my promise never to betray you...

We promise never to betray each other...

Are you hurt?

Come quick.

- They're thorns. - It's OK.

I'll make you a bandage.

- Hello, Feline. - Hello.

What foul weather!

It won't last.

The door was shut over there. ls Sigismond not here?

The two of them are locked up in their room.

Hang on...

- Hello, Elie. - Hello.

Look how you've grown! You go all the way up to the ceiling.

Mr. Antonin

is here. He'd like to see you, sir.

Coming.

I have a surprise for you.

Look.

That should keep you busy for the rest of the year!

- Hello, Tonin. - Hello.

How are you?

Look, Dad, I've got a bunch of red and white butterflies.

They fly...

I had a new label printed.

I wanted to show you it.

But let's start from the beginning.

You've got a cough?

I don't feel well.

Hang on. Feline! Hot coffee,

with milk.

Look at the butterflies.

They're not butterflies. They're labels.

I want to play in the yard.

- No, stay here. - I want to play outside.

Don't cry, we'll go and play.

I'm not going to the pool.

Today is Tuesday.

Next Thursday, you'll be...

you'll be back.

- Hello. - Hello, Sergine.

Don't get too close, I'm sick.

You're exaggerating, as usual.

Antonin asked me to take a trip

and represent his Roussillon wine.

- Sigismond, commercial traveler. - Sergine...

Toulouse, Bordeaux, Poitiers, Nantes, Paris...

Paris, Fra Angelico, the Battle of San Romano...

Sigismond will see all that the first time without me.

What?

- You're coming! - I'm staying with Elie.

All Sergine thinks about are past geniuses. For me,

Paris isn't the Louvre. It's Rue Saint-Denis,

Boulogne Wood... Ah, Boulogne Wood,

where all pleasures are offered to those passing through, you'll see.

Where's Elie?

Playing outside.

Your coffee is very good. Thank you, Feline.

Thank you, sir.

Ah! There... See?

Want a piece of fruit?

- No thanks. - You should eat fruit.

- What about you, Sigismond? - Coffee, please.

I can't say you love your uncle.

Roussillon dessert wine, Antonin Pons.

What a man.

Sergine...

He always shows up at just the wrong moment.

Careful.

Are you going to Paris?

- Be good, OK? - OK.

- OK. - See you soon.

- Bye. - I'll write to you from Paris.

Write to general delivery! Paris-Louvre!

Bye, Dad!

I'm so wet.

Asshole!

Open up, ma'am, please.

We're closed! It's too late.

Thank you. How much does this telescope cost?

1,000 francs, sir.

It's from 1825.

You can see five kilometers with it.

Nice catch she got.

You come to Rue Saint-Denis

and stop at the corner.

Look around to make sure there's no one watching.

Look all around.

Now, the coat.

Take it off.

Good. Let us see your body.

More. There.

Your leg.

The other one.

Put your foot on the little wall.

Pull your stomach in and push your chest out.

Breathe.

Good. Now, another passer-by is coming past.

You follow him. No, just watch him.

Soliciting is illegal, remember.

I'll be the client.

Watch me.

Well, smile.

Tell me:

do you come easily?

Never.

- Really? - Really.

Don't, OK?

Make up your mind.

2,800 old francs...

- How much? - 150 new francs.

How'd it go?

Very well.

You're doing well.

- Not bad. - Want to go out together?

- What for? - Find someone together.

OK, if you want.

What are you doing here?

Screwing.

- Since when? - This morning. Are you jealous?

Of who? You?

Pack your things and beat it.

This is my place.

Calm down.

There you go, my lovelies.

15 francs.

OK.

- Shall we? - How much?

- 200 francs. - Let's go.

At Hotel George V,

an apartment was reserved yesterday via telegram...

50 francs.

Service is 20 francs, not included.

What's your name?

Diana.

My name's Diana.

I'm ready.

First, two legs.

200 francs!

This is fake.

- Give me the money. - If you want.

No.

Don't mess my hair up.

It's worth more than your 200 francs.

Want to come with me?

- How much? - 200 francs.

OK. I like you.

Men like it.

There's always...

Evening, boss! It's all good.

For a few francs.

One copy for me.

Wait for me.

Cigarette?

No, I don't smoke, thanks.

If you don't want to smoke, sir,

I could always smoke your cigarette, if you see what I mean.

My lips are nice and warm,

and I could warm them more.

It's true. We're real fire-eaters.

- Going down, sir? - Yes.

General delivery closes late.

You can come get your mail whenever you please.

Thanks.

Hello, guys. Viala, V-I-A-L-A.

- There you are you. - Thanks!

Bye.

Sigismond Pons.

Pons.

60 cents, please.

Keep going, sir.

Give him a sec, ma'am.

He sure is taking his time.

SENDER: FELINE.

She ran up the Tour des Vents,

up the spiral staircase,

and threw herself from the top.

She died instantly.

People in paintings who are being killed are often smiling.

The ones doing the killing are never smiling.

Girls, there are men here!

Move aside! Get outta here!

Move along!

PROTECTION OF MINORS

PUBLIC INEBRIATION

Bye.

Goodbye.

The pill hasn't solved the problem

of personal hygiene.

Soap and washcloths

still protect us, just like in the good old days.

Here's a gift.

Thanks. Is it silver?

No. It's chrome, which is better.

Remember: never kiss a client.

You hear me?

Give me that!

Let go!

- That's my box! - No, it's mine!

Help!

- She's crazy! - Help!

Silence! Get dressed.

Or I'll throw you out!

Give me my soap!

I'm broke.

- Are you going to leave? - No, I have to work.

Are you going to give me what you owe me?

- 50 francs, no more. - Thanks.

Will you treat me?

- Espresso. - Two espressos.

Thanks.

- Hello. - Hello.

He's clingy.

And her... Look at her.

A doll?

It's for you.

- Is this to eat? - Yes.

Returning clients like to pay a lot.

It's Sunday today.

Open up!

Open up!

Is this yours?

Come on!

Take off your skirt.

Take off your skirt!

That's new.

Trying to please someone?

You have feelings for him?

Not here!

Who's this for?

- Who's it for? - I don't know...

Ah! You don't know.

You don't know.

Now you'll know.

A cognac.

Got a light?

How much?

- 200 francs. - Shall we?

I'm thinking about my youth.

I look at my old photo

and tell myself I'm at a mirror.

I put on an old record,

from when I was so successful on Scala Boulevard in Strasbourg.

I'd be on stage, in a rural scene,

with a red spotlight on my pale face,

and I'd sing.

- Asshole! - You got a problem?

You're not alone!

Seriously.

Help! Idiot!

Oh...

1,500 francs.

Goodbye!

Diana!

The sunlight was beautiful.

Elie was standing by the pool.

Perhaps he wanted to grab his ball.

He fell into the deep, cold water.

He didn't cry out,

or we didn't hear him.

He was lifeless when we pulled him from the water.

Madame said nothing.

She didn't cry.

She ran to the Tour des Vents.

She went up the spiral staircase.

She threw herself from the top.

She died instantly.

The doctor and the police came.

They said there was nothing to say.

I'm so sad

to be the bearer of bad news.

But no-one else can do it.

Your devoted Feline.

And yet, I never killed

or hurt anyone.

I never stole. I'm not a liar.

I can't remember ever having hurt anyone.

Goodnight, darling!

You want a special?

A shampoo?

No?

Don't you like it?

You're making a strange face!

You pulled over, didn't you?

Would you rather shag?

It's expensive.

He thinks he can hit me!

You little prick!

Call the cops!

You sicko!

These assholes!

Losers!