Woman in Chains
- It's Maurice...
Hey, you lazybones. It's Saturday!
What?
It's your turn to go and open.
- Go on. - You go!
Get a move on.
Coming...
- Hi. - Hi.
You're early.
Are you kidding? It's ten past eight.
Be a good boy. So prepar the coffee.
Ten past eight! Hurry!
My bathrobe.
Oh! Your bathrobe... Here it is!
Not now...
You should have thought about it last night.
Well, I had to work...
Give up! We've got other things to do. Go ahead!
I wasn't able to finish it last night.
Why did you take so long?
- Because of this!
Say, that's not bad.
Try to finish it by noon. I'll send somebody to pick it up.
Stan's going to be very angry. - Stan can lick my ass.
Aren't you ever going to shave?
I'll never make it to the TV studio by nine. - Feasting your eyes?
Just do it. You can't go wrong...
Every cube's got a number.
Alright! I'm coming.
Now you will be late!
See. They're nice.
Yellow is not flashy enough.
What more do you want?
Okay. It will be fine.
Hey hey! Take it easy, commuters!
Hello Stan!
Hello! How is it?
Fine. It's on the right way. You're the last one.
Try to be here around eight. A little before the crowd.
Sure, if I can make myself free.
Excuse me, we're in a kind of panic...
Well, bye! I'm in a hurry. I'm late.
You still could kiss me good-bye!
No, not this way... You'll ruin everything.
Go the other way. I've told you that many times.
So, is it there that you'd like to put me?
Hold on. Let's see it.
I need light... and you put me in a dark corner.
Mark it up. You'll have the same light as everyone.
Listen, Stan.
Come here.
When they arrive, they won't see anything but the stairs.
- Perfect interference. - Interference?
And this rainbow is reflecting all over on my work.
I'm splashing you, aren't I? You're lucky...
You've only got a stairway in front of you. I've got a whole wall.
Listen, you guys,
...every square metre in this place is costing me a small fortune.
You'll have to settle for the place I give you. Okay?
Already pissed off?
Hold this, please.
Shit! - Now what?
The chains keep on breaking.
They were all right yesterday.
It's not a professional job. Looks like home made plumbing.
I'll have to dig up something else.
Sure. Good luck!
What about your column?
It will be ready by noon.
Right, we'll pick it up tomorrow morning. - What about tonight?
Forget it, pal... I demanded it two weeks ago. Hurry up.
What do you expect? I'm not a machine.
I've only got one assistant, and he's been working twelve hours a day.
What have you done since yesterday?
Working on a new idea. - What the hell is that?
Sweet, isn't it? Rotating squares.
Lot's of work just putting out all the little pieces...
It doesn't look very exciting! - It's a subtle work!
Listen... I haven't quit advertising
to become ostentatious again.
You should. Your work must grab their eyes, literally!
And what I'm saying to Gilbert goes for all of you...
Your stuff must knock 'em dead.
- What is it now? - Leparc is on the phone.
- What does he want? - He says he can't find a truck.
What a shambles! This is going to be a disaster.
... didn't want to. Then he jumped on me. He poked... He kicked...
And then I was bleeding... then...
The more he stroked me, the more I said:
"No! No! I do not want to..."
then I finally cried for pity, I kissed his feet, and...
So, have you kissed his feet after he beat you like that?
Yes. The first time, yes.
Did you feel some pleasure in it?
Yes. I forgave him. No grudge.
For him, as for me, I am his th... his slave.
I belong entirely to him.
This is so incredible. He beats her up and she asks for more!
I can't understand that! - Uh... They are all like that!
Surprised? You are too young...
- It's disgusting! - Well. Go on...
You see a theme. Someone else another theme. Then, in the reality, nobody can see it.
and it is more like a painting that represents reality...
Congratulations. Stan. It's really awesome.
Kudos. See you soon.
You must come and see us at our stud farm.
We go there every weekend.
- Let's phone each other. - Alright.
Excuse me...
When a dynamic is launched,
the controlling force must be sufficiently intense to ensure...
how shall I say?...
the complete freedom of the morpho-chromatic elements.
Hmm? Total freedom?
Well, almost. The essential is to avoid liquefaction and dispersion...
Thank you. Thank you, my dear maestro, for these explanations.
You seem to be in top form this evening. - It's normal.
All this is so... so stimulating.
Leaving already?
Well, you know, me... I don't go for these shindigs...
It had to be this way, you know. I'm playing for high stakes.
You can count on me. I'll be back at off-peak time.
Hello. - Hello. How're you doing?
Fine... gimme just a second...
Excuse me, I got customers.
So, we were at the Ferrands. It wasn't exactly pleasing there. But at least, we have slept well.
It's simple, but it exists.
Yes, it jibes the guy's outline.
Funny, isn't it? - Yes, as a novelty.
Ah! Good evening, my dear friend!
Do you like it? - Yes, it couldn't leave you indifferent.
Good evening, daddy.
Ah! Good evening. We came here to see you.
- Good evening, Carina. - Good evening.
I don't think that Gilbert has been spoiled too much.
Indeed. Why should I have bothered to leave to become an undercover painter?
Did you see him? - In the back room.
Yes, the labyrinth!
But what's the matter with her?
All of them? - Yes, all of them.
Rembrandt, Greco, Van Gogh, Cezanne
Don't they mean anything?
Yes, ultimately, historically at least. I'm not a fool,
but they bore us. They don't have any meaning for us.
Oh ok.
Just like Picasso, by the way.
Ah, Picasso as well?
Burned out.
Burned out?
Bur-ned-out!
But then what does remain?
Well, we do.
It sounds pretentious, doesn't it?
Absolutely not.
Was it unpleasant?
No, but when I drink, I usually act badly.
I hope so!
What about coming back to Stan Hassler?
Again?
I'm only interested in your point of view.
I get some more ammunitions.
Gilbert!
Were you there?
Listen, you can't tell I am jealous.
But if you really planned to screw a chick, it wasn't worth asking me to come!
What does that make me look like?
Do you know who is that 'chick'?
It's Justine Godard, old mate! She's the reviewer of 'Voila' Paris'.
She found my square rotation fantastic
and wants to make a whole review on my work.
I have to warm her up a bit.
Alright, go and warm her up in a bar.
You'll be more comfortable. Unless you'd rather take her straight home.
You know my car is at Lagny station.
Take mine.
Well mate, you're terrific.
What about those ammunitions then?
It will turn out right. The day's ending better than it began.
Can we begin now? - That's why I'm there.
I'd prefer on this background if you can. - Yes.
Here, it's ok? - Fine.
Give me the microphone.
Alright.
A short voice test.
... due to the artistic needs of our time.
Every day some two thousand accomodations are built in France alone.
What should we do with all this wall space?
Obviously art must be democratized by multiple production.
Could you clarify that?
Well, it's not a question of reproducing endless copies of easel paintings.
For my group there's no such thing as an original and reproductions...
No, all our works are identical and multiple.
We put out four or five hundreds at a time. That's the whole story.
Then you're not an art dealer in the traditional sense?
Definitely not.
I'm opening a supermarket of art. I don't stock paintings. I make clearance sales.
That must involve a considerable investment...
As you say, considerable.
In the order of six figures.
No one in the art world has ever taken such risks.
And what if the public doesn't respond to this form of art?
I think, the younger generation will not be surprised.
The kinetic art clashes with our old cities,
but it reflects the modern world and helps to understand it.
Thank you.
Bravo.
And thanks for the clearance sales!
I had to try to impress them.
You did very well.
Thank you...
Has Gilbert left?
Yes. - Are we meeting him later?
We'll have to find him first.
Don't make a big deal out of it. He's doing his job.
As you are doing yours now...
Oh no! I've had enough for one day...
How about dinner... You hungry? - No.
Me neither.
How about a quiet drink? OK.
Give me five minutes, the time to close the shop.
Everything go well, Monsieur? - Wonderfully.
Thanks for waiting up, Salah.
Can I do anything for you, Monsieur?
No thanks... Yes, take out a few ice cubes, then you can go to bed.
I put Monsieur's mail in the study. There are several telegrams.
Did you take note of the calls?
On the paper block.
Very well. Good night. - Good night, Monsieur.
Take your place. I'm right back.
Anything serious?
No, just some money issues... It's nothing serious.
Scotch? - Scotch!
There are some ice cubes.
Tell me when to stop.
Thanks! - Perrier?
No, I have it straight.
Not drinking?
No, I never drink... Sometimes fruit juice.
That's not much fun.
I'm not much fun.
Don't you like the place?
Oh yes. It's very nice...
a bit surprising...
especially when it's yours.
Don't you like Bellmer and Dubuffet?
I don't sell them but I do buy them.
Do you take photos?
- Didn't Gilbert tell you that I did? - No.
Would you like to see any?
Yes, with pleasure.
Oh, it's only a hobby.
I have photographed a duvet... a fragment of a wall... a drop of water...
but mainly... words... words...
The writing is something amazing.
What you can read in, what the author slips out, in spite of himself.
No one can't help revealing oneself.
Oh, you have claws.
Can't you tell?
Just sit down there.
It's not very comfortable but you'll see better from there.
Well, you're quite prepared.
My magic lantern!
Well, one always refers to the painter's touch,
but to me a movement of a hand in writing is extremely more spontaneous.
Wait, I'll show you.
Let's consider a little word: "nothing".
This one comes from a Paul Valery's sentence
and the other from a Lamartine's poem.
They wrote the same word but they didn't mean the same thing.
Now take "to be", the verb "to be".
This is Paul Claudel,
Sacha Guitry,
Madame Recamier, Francois Mauriac,
Napoleon Bonaparte.
Oh, how stupid I am. It's my nerves.
I apologize. I couldn't help it. Forgive me.
No. I do apologize. A silly mistake.
Didn't you make it on purpose?
How can you think such a thing?
No, I assure you. I hope that you believe me.
Yes. I believe you.
Can I look at her again?
Haven't you laughed enough?
I won't laugh anymore, I promise you.
I don't feel like laughing anymore.
Let me see her. - No.
Who is that girl?
I'll take you home.
No, I'd rather prefer if you call me a cab.
Have I shocked you?
You enjoy it, don't you?
Don't you?
If I enjoyed it, you wouldn't have such a kick out of it, would you?
You're less a fool than you look.
You think I'm a fool?
I think you are...
bizarre.
That makes us even. Let's be friends.
I'm not a friend.
It is not my style.
My driver will take you home.
Hello. Salah. Yes, it's Monsieur.
Well, how did it go last night?
Had a good time?
Oh, we just wandered around. The Bilboquet, the Nuage...
She's one of those girls that never go to bed...
That's what you say.
Well... If you want.
And was it nice?
A real bitch.
Answer my question.
I was totally drunk.
Anyway...
What? - Nothing.
Go ahead and tell me I don't know how to make love.
Oh no... Where did you get this idea from?
Go on. Let's forget everything and start from scratch.
What about you?
I had a drink with Stan. - Where?
- At his place. - At his place?
Since when does he take you to his place?
So what?
Did he show you his pictures? - Have you seen them?
If I saw them? Always the same stuff.
Handwriting. Studies of textures.
No, not always.
He does nudes pics too, you know. - Nudes.
Yes. Rather peculiar nudes.
It doesn't surprise me. The guy is completely nuts!
Do you reckon?
Have you bought "Voila' Paris"?
Your husband is in it. Just have a look.
Hey, your change!
Hey! We're hungry here!
So, what nice things are you bringing us?
This crap...
Holy shit, you don't really sleep at night!
You have really inspired your honey pie.
Has it already been published? - Blimey!
"Stan Hassler, the fighter"
She could have made the headline about me, but it's funny.
Listen to what comes next. "The portrait of the week by Gilbert Moreau"...
What? I never wrote such a line! She did...
But she's completely kooky.
Modest at least.
See.
Look down the page. Topic GATHERED by Hustine Godard.
But it's despicable. Stabbed me in the back.
Maybe. But at least she knows how to write.
"As an advised businessman,
Mister Hassler applies to the painting the principle of production line
and the dime store principle in the dealing." And so on and so on...
"The private life of this loner without friends or a woman hides a mystery.
Undisclosed or undisclosable secret?"
What a bitch!
That's not right. That's not right at all.
She took advantage when I was pissed.
But what can I tell Stan, now?
- What will I look like? - Don't worry. Time makes things simpler...
Time? But I have to go to the gallery today to bring this fucking column!
Then Stan will jump to my throat, inevitably.
Send Maurice for you. - With his moped?
Even in pieces, it's too big.
No. The best would be...
You know what would you do, if you were helpful?
Taxi!
Oh José!
Good timing! Could you help me out? Yes, of course!
I didn't take my car. Now I'm stuck.
It's the worst time...
Drop me home. I've got an appointment.
Business? - No.
Pleasure?
Past-time at the most. - Photography.
Again!
I hope she's pretty.
That's not the main thing.
What is the main thing, then?
Submission.
These girls... Are they professionals?
Never.
I hate technique.
Are they doing because they are vicious then?
Not really.
They're little girls who have hard time to get at the end of the month
and then they put a classified in a photography magazine.
Oh, a perfectly respectable ad in a perfectly respectable magazine...
There's where I find them.
The one from today... What is she like? - I don't know.
I never meet them in advance.
But... She'll still obey you, in everything?
Everything. Precisely.
And not one of them rebels? - No one.
It's so easy to obey... not feeling responsible.
Put yourself in their place. - Me?
I'd die of shame.
Shame is part of the pleasure.
And afterwards... do you go to bed with her?
I never touch them... It's a matter of principle.
And what if one of these girls falls in love with you?
She'll lose a hundred francs. - A hundred francs?
That's the rate, for two hours.
But who can take pleasure in shame? Who?
Everybody. - You for example.
Me?
That picture the other night, have you been thinking about it?
Maybe... Vaguely...
Vaguely? Why are you asking me all these questions then?
Curiosity, pure curiosity.
All women are curious about such things.
Would you mind if I came up for a second?
Impossible.
Gilbert is my friend.
There's no harm in watching!
Besides, Gilbert and I have an agreement.
We're both free and we tell each other everything.
Does he know then that you came to my place last saturday.
Mmm. I've told him Sunday morning over coffee.
And the photo incident? Have you told him about that too?
Of course.
Charming. How did he take it?
He said: "...uuhh, completely nuts, the guy."
Well, of course.
All right, if that's how he takes it.
But if I do let you come up tonight, will you tell him again?
This time I won't say anything to him.
What would be the use since he doesn't understand?
Come in, then.
We could perhaps... play a record...
No. Not today.
It's my mother... she's being punished.
Don't be afraid. I'm not ready yet.
May I have a cigarette? - No, later.
What is it for?
You'll discover it.
Hello... Hello...
Push down the button.
Who's on the phone?
Is there you?
So, what's the matter?
We had an agreement, hadn't we?
So what are you doing?
You're coming or not ?
Where are you?
Take a cab then.
Yes. Yes, I'll fix it.
Yes, see you in a minute.
Hurry up!
Someone doesn't use it everyday...
The girl is late.
I could begin and set the lights up with you, if you don't mind.
No. Not at all.
So, come here.
Place yourself there.
Take a pose.
No, the handbag off!
No! Not that way!
Well, it's a bit better now!
No moving around.
You look afraid to be beaten up.
Get up on the base.
Arms up.
No! Not that way!
Cross your wrists.
Just figure they're bonded.
Get on your toes.
Tense yourself.
Just like you were suspended. Higher!
Higher! Higher!
Don't move no more.
Relax and follow me.
Just turn your head to me. Slowly.
Slowly. Very slowly.
Can you see now what it is for...
Is here where Monsieur Hassler lives?
Good evening.
"I got troubles"
Is that true?
Don't ask! The customers do have some tr...
Oh sorry... I meant, th...
No, don't apologize.
You're perfectly right.
We all got our troubles.
Isn't it, José?
Is her name José?
It's nice. Mine is Maguy.
Does she come to pose too?
No. The young lady is there to inform herself.
Go ahead, José. Go ahead.
Ask her your questions.
First, theory.
It's a unique opportunity.
What's your occupation?
I'm a beauty specialist.
Well, I got the certificate. A mail course.
Does it work?
At the moment, I'm doing some training, but it won't last.
I'll succeed.
How long have you been posing?
Eighteen months.
Do you enjoy it? - The course must be paid.
But who suggests this to you?
Christiane, a friend of mine, tipped me.
A real bitch. We shared the same flat.
I see...
Oh, well
You have strange gadgets.
What does this represent?
Nothing.
Ah? Well, I wouldn't like to have one at home...
I'd give me bad dreams.
Ah! that is saucier!
Does it come from Africa? - The Indies.
Well, it's all the same.
It reminds me of Montfort-L'Amaury.
We went to visit a guy, full of dope.
Well he had a lion. A real lion.
In a cage? No, as a rug.
He killed it himself.
He got us laid on it.
That was an old lion... very itchy...
But so chic!
Well, enough now.
Time for practice works.
Get undressed.
No! That would be too easy.
Drop your skirt.
Now, pull it up very slowly.
Show us what you can do.
Roll your hips.
Barely move.
Interesting, no?
That's enough with the dress. Take it off!
Raise your head... All I can see is your hair.
Are you ashamed?
Aren't you used to this?
Is it José's presence?
It doesn't seem to bother her.
Take off your bra.
Rear down your head.
Let yourself go a bit more... Bow yourself back down.
Stop moving.
Put this on.
It's much more decent.
It's perfect for a childish morning.
And now, we're going to have a good time.
If you don't mind, could I take a break?
José, take care of her.
It's cold when you are coming off the lights.
Will you excuse me, I'm late.
I've to go. Good bye.
See you soon.
What was wrong with her?
Come on, put your clothes back on.
Are we not doing it again? I'm not tired.
It's the subway that makes me feel tired.
Here you are at last!
Don't mention it!
We just got out from a screening.
At this time?
I thought I'd never end!
And obviously you did not go to the gallery...
You're wrong. Yes I did.
Wasn't it closed? At 9 pm?
I went there this morning, not this evening..
Yet, I phoned at noon and they demanded the article...
They're crazy!
Come. Unfasten my dress.
Pour me a whisky.
I don't know what is the matter with me tonight. I feel like drinking.
Unfasten my bra.
Carry on!
Carry on? - Yes! Carry on!
Don't you think it'll be better to do it on the bed?
Ah! How dumb you are!
Why don't we also turn the lights off?
Easy, easy... Leave me, leave me...
But why are you...
It was there that drama began
because he went to the house and...
Was he in a nearby room?
He was in a... he was in a nearby room
And how did it happen?
First, they made me drink,
then they tried to...
to made me mingle with them...
with all of them...
and I didn't accept... and...
You didn't give in to anything.
Be honest.
At the beginning, I did.
I had to, since I had drunk.
It was a kind of psychological shock for me
I had a nervous break-down.
Which images do you remember from all of this?
One above all.
A terrible one that I keep always seeing again and again.
Would you please explain to me what it is?
It happened in a studio.
The bed cover was green.
There was a tall red haired girl that had pictures on her thighs,
...and then the pics were thrown to my face
and I saw that the pics were...
...pornographic.
Wow! Awful photographs
such that I had never seen before but which I've had heard about
and since that moment, I could not absolutely believe
that the man I had lived with
and with whom I had a child belonged to this background.
And...And since that moment I've been suffering
and my nerves became very weak.
That girl was a junkie
and she wanted to kiss me by force at any costs
and wanted to do it on the nearest bed, well, at least it was a kind of cozy...
he was there with...
With whom?
With...
a man...
Is there anyone here? - Good evening.
Good evening, Madame Chautemps.
I would like to see Monsieur Hassler.
Isn't Gilbert with you? - No.
I have a letter for him from Dusseldorf.
Mr Buttenstadt needs the photographs for the catalogue of his show.
A month in advance?
You know how slow the printers are.
Mademoiselle David is downstairs.
You can send her upstairs.
You can go upstairs.
Just a minute, please.
It's a good Vasarely, isn't it?
It looks like a cage.
Won't you like to sit down?
I came...
because I've been thinking about a good deal since the other day...
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
Why should you be sorry?
It's so normal.
You're like a little housewife and you behaved like a little housewife.
Anyway, I didn't expect anything else.
Actually you stood up pretty well.
Not for very long, but after all I...
I'd have liked to...
It's hard to leave.
Yes, it's hard.
I was wrong to walk out...
So, that's all.
Well, if that's all... - No, no...
You look miserable.
I am miserable.
Let me see your eyes.
Yes.
Is it so difficult?
Listen, I am very sorry, but I have a lot of work to do.
If you have something urgent to say, speak up.
May I come to see you?
Come to see me? But here you are!
No, not here. At your place.
What for?
You know perfectly well.
- No. - No?
No, I won't make things easier for you.
To pose for photographs, since that's the point.
Do you want me to take picture... of you?
Yes.
Oh, the problem is I do not want to.
With little Maguy... well... perhaps.
Alright.
If she's willing...
She likes it.
You offended her.
You might... you might give her a call.
Oh no, not me... you!
Me?
Italie six-two-three-four.
No, no. I just couldn't.
So what?
All right. Give me her number. I'll call her. I promise.
No, from here.
Make up your mind. If you're backing down already...
- No, no... I'll call her... - Well?
Italie...?
Six-two-three-four.
Hello... I... Uh...
I don't know if you remember me...
This is José... Yes... yes, of course...
yesterday... Yes, that's right...
I'd like to... uh... ask you...
I'd like to ask you...
will you be free tomorrow...
tomorrow... at six... six o' clock?
Yes, at his apartment.
Apologise!
Yes, yes... You're very kind.
Do apologise!
I apologise.
"Mademoiselle!" ...Mademoiselle...
"for behaving" ... for behaving...
"like" ... like...
Like? Like what...
"Like an idiot."
I apologize for having left the last time.
No, no, for having left before you were through.
"I won't do it again." - Uh?...
"I won't do it again..." - "I will not do it again..."
I won't do it again.
So, is it okay for tomorrow?
Good bye.
There you go.
Well... what will you expect to do tomorrow?
With you?
With her.
Whatever you'd tell me.
And if I don't say anything?
I don't know... I'll...
I'll try to...
I'm not a little housewife...
You've already said that.
You'll have to prove it.
I'll do everything you want.
Everything I desire to do.
Well, do it! What are you waiting for?
She's here.
She's here. In front of you... standing there like an idiot.
Go! Speak to her! Give her orders! Go!
She comes in.
I tell her...
I tell her...that she should take her clothes off first.
Tell her! - She's over there.
- Yes, well... Speak to her! Not to me!
Take your clothes off.
Pff... "Take your clothes off..." Undress! I told her.
I told her "Undress" ! - No!
Undress! Go on.
Come here.
Already? She's naked already? Yes. Well, I...
That was a quick shot...
Visualize her...
What has she got under her coat?
The same dress as the last time?
No, a skirt and a sweater. Yes?
First, she takes off her skirt.
She lets it drop at her feet.
Go on...She steps over it.
She takes off her sweater.
See, she caught her head in it...
She can't get it out.
Then, laugh!
She's ridiculous!
Well...What are you waiting for?
Undress...
completely...
Take off your...
not so fast...
your shoes...
Only one. - Only one?
Make her walk like that.
Walk! Can you see?
Can you see the way she limps? The way she sways?
Yes.
Stop her. She's going to bump into the wall.
Well! Let her bump!
There !
Don't move.
Go on. Improvise!
No. I've had enough. I don't want it anymore.
How? So soon?
Obviously, you are willing, but you still have a long way to go.
You'll never be ready for tomorrow.
Oh yes. I will, I will.
It will be alright. I promise.
It doesn't embarrass me in the least. - Then go ahead.
Go ahead. - No!
Go ahead!
Turn around.
Louder!
Turn around!
Come back...
Come back down on the floor.
Walk with... your feet, with your hands...
That's called walking on all fours...
Walk on all fours up to there. - Up to where?
On the floor. As far as your clothes...
to your shoe...
Climb the ladder.
Come down.
Up... down...
Put your clothes on. Beat it!
Alright, she's gone.
Your turn now. Stand up!
No. - Stand up!
No!
I won't touch you.
You'll stand up all by yourself immediately...
You'd have liked to be in her place right now, wouldn't you?
Take off one shoe.
Take one shoe off!
Walk like that.
No.
Don't oblige me to hurt you. Walk!
Stop.
Look at me.
Open your legs.
Wider! All the way. Spread them wider!
Your hands behind your back.
You're beautiful like that.
Madame Chautemps will be coming here.
She's going to see you like that? - No.
What are you doing?
Who gave you the permission?
Come on!
More!
More, more!
Bend yourself.
Better than that!
Lean forward...
Come on... More!
I can't! - Fine.
Lift up your skirt.
Higher!
No. Let me. Come on, higher.
No. Come closer... Let me...
I can see you very well from here.
Come close to me. It'll be easier. Obey!
- No. No, I don't want...
On your knees! On your knees!
- Beg forgiveness! - Stop it. Stan, stop it...
Forgiveness for what? - Don't you know?
- Don't you know for what? - Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.
What do you have to beg forgiveness for?
- What did you beg forgiveness for? - I said "forgive me"...
For nothing! Now I want to go.
No, you will go through with it!
No! no, not now... I want to go.
Then, go! You're free!
I want to go...
I'm not free...
It hurts.
...It hurts...
I'm not doing anything to you. I'm just doing good to you.
It's what you've wanted all along.
Did I want it?
I... but what am I if that's what I want?
What am I? - You're nothing.
I'm worse than nothing.
You're like the all of us.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
There are mirrors all over the place.
Look at yourself... look at yourself there.
There! Look at yourself.
Look at yourself in the mirror.
Can you see yourself there?
I look...
I look like a beast.
I'm dirty.
Yes, you're dirty.
And you like to see yourself dirty.
No. No, it isn't true.
It's not possible...
But yes, it is true...
I like it.
Open your mouth.
No... no... not now...
Not like that... I'm not like that.
Open your mouth.
No.
Are you ashamed?
No. I ain't ashamed.
I'm not used to, but...
Oh, please.
I like it.
It is for you.
I must go now.
Will you dream about it all night long?
I will.
When you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll do it again.
I will.
You will look at yourself in the mirror. - I will.
You'll do it again in a little while. - Yes I will.
To please me. - Oh yes...
Yes... For you I'd...
For you... I would... I will...
I will do whatever you want.
What did you do today?
I worked as usual.
All day?
Yeah! And I'm fed up with working all day.
Let me have some fun.
José, are you sure you haven't anything to tell me?
Did you say something?
Alright! Don't talk.
Are you going out? - As you can see.
But I thought today you had a day off.
Going to the movies... amongst whores.
José, are you sure you're not doing anything foolish?
Mind your own business, will you!
Besides, there is no time to chat.
What time is it? - Ten past five.
My appointment was at six!
Monsieur!
No. It's enough!
I'm disgusting myself!
You are disgusting me.
A voyeur, here is what you are.
I'm in love with a voyeur.
What do you call 'a voyeur'?
Are you asking me?
Well, everybody is a voyeur.
Everybody who buys a paper is a peeping tom.
Every evening someone watches a little girl who's been raped,
a general being executed on bottom of the gallows,
a dying bicycle racer...
There are pictures of happy people too!
Sure. With beautiful captions.
"Mr and Mrs Jones two hours before the tragedy."
You see evil everywhere.
I see it where it is.
And I'm in it up to my neck.
But I have courage to accept myself.
Have you ever taken pity on yourself? - Never.
On me?
Too late.
Stan... Stan... it's too difficult. I couldn't.
I beg you.
Have some pity on me.
You'll never forgive me for that.
Hello... Yes...
Hello, who's on the phone?
I can't recognize your voice.
Ah! A friend of Maguy.
Are you calling for her? - Yes.
You have never done any photos.
It doesn't matter. It's even better.
Yes, she's near me.
I'm sure she will be happy to.
Don't know. Let's say tomorrow, same time.
Tomorrow? Do you expect me to come back tomorrow?
Who do you think I am ? - Wait, my little Nicole.
Give me your number. I will call you back in a two minutes.
Nord...? Nord three-three one-seven. Thank you.
What is wrong with you?
You can't understand that it's enough for me!
I've just implored you to stop.
You don't care!
I do not exist for you.
Do you only know what pleases me or also what sickens me?
No! No, if you wanted to know, you'd have to look at me.
Out of the question.
You are indeed a voyeur, but a blind one.
You don't even know what I'm capable to.
People can do anything when in love!
It is never disgraceful.
But when people is not in love, it's simply mean!
I have never mentioned love.
You came here because you were curious. You said it yourself.
And you did believe me!
How poorly do you know women?
How can you imagine that I could have been to your office
to ask you for your forgiveness unless I love you?
And when I phoned Maguy while crying...
I was happy because I was crying for you.
But you don't even know what love is.
I've no intention to know it.
Obviously, that's easier.
It is simply not real.
You wish you could love me.
But to do that, you'd have to be a man...
but you remained just like a child a selfish and spoiled child!
If you have never offer anything,
it's only because you have nothing you could give!
You're empty! Blank!
You've always been empty!
Instead of a man, you have become a maniac!
José!
And instead of an artist, you have become a loan shark.
Stop it!
Chill out, I'm through with it.
You can call back your Nicole.
José!
Stop!
Add more yellow.
Where is the boss?
Over there, just behind you.
Well, here you are at last.
I thought you've forgotten us.
Forget you? Quite unlikely!
We have been trying to get in touch with you in the last two weeks.
We have tried to mail you, phone you. Nothing. No way to hear from you.
You should have asked José.
I haven't seen her since... ... for a quite a long time.
Did you print my lithos without me?
We had to... We couldn't wait.
The blue is too dense.
Halt for a minute.
Well go ahead. Make your correction.
You will do it very well in my stead!
Just like all the rest!
You're crazy, aren't you?
What have you been doing for two weeks?
Have you been working? - I was hanging around.
Just before your exhibition? That's clever!
I ain't clever!
Let's prove it: I'm ditching you.
Just like that... without explanation?
Primarily without explanation.
- We have a contract. - We had one.
It was a friendly contract, wasn't it?
- Yes, that's what I thought. - So what?
Gilbert, you are wrong!
Alright! I'm fed up!
I'm fed up as well. Much more than you think.
We've just said no explanations. - Well...
Here's your catalogue for Germany
as a break-up present.
Very nice.
Really workmanlike.
Gilbert, take me with you to Dusseldorf.
I'm scared. - Of what?
Everything.
I'm afraid of Stan.
I know. - You knew?
Do you think I am that dumb?
And you didn't say anything to me? Did you?
When we started out, we agreed:
We'd both do what we pleased, but we wouldn't lie.
Remember?
And you didn't say a word? - Why?
He didn't want me to.
And was that enough for you?
Listen. Don't get angry.
And please, don't laugh, but...
He didn't want to hurt you.
I see, that's the payoff. He's too kind.
He's very fond of you, you know.
Have you already been to bed with him?
No. Never.
What are you waiting for?
Is that why you're leaving me alone in Paris?
Maybe you'll see things more clearly when I get back.
I beg you, Gilbert. Take me with you. Take me.
No.
Wait. I'm coming with you up to Orly.
Better not.
I'm not a hero, you know.
Ciao.
I can't.
I can't figure it is over.
I can't.
I know that if I saw him again and he asked me,
...I would certainly do it again.
Oh! there is no way... I can't anymore.
I can't do it anymore.
It is too painful.
Why are we leaving? It's so beautiful.
You'll see, it won't be bad there either.
Shall I bring my bag?
No.
Madame is completely soaking wet.
Why don't take your dress off, I could lend you one of mine.
Thank you. It's all right.
Stan?
Stan, what are you thinking? - Nothing.
Nothing at all.
All of a sudden you're not the same.
Yes I am.
Stan, speak to me.
Tell me what's going on in your head.
No. Nothing is going on.
Yes. You always keep everything to yourself. Please. Speak.
No. The little maid there...
the way you sent her away. ... as if you didn't trust me.
No!
I only meant to be all alone with you.
Really alone.
I feel as if it were the first time, Stan.
Yes, you're right.
I'm cold.
You're soaking wet. Leave it to me.
Stan...
Stan, I love you.
Oh, if you could understand how much I love you.
You'll see how good it is.
I will be a mess. A real mess.
It's not.
There's something in me that... doesn't allow me,
that holds me back...
I'm not able to love you.
Leave me alone.
- No. - Leave me, please.
You're going to be unhappy.
I am so happy!
Do you love me?
I adore you.
No!
No, no, not interested.
Stan.
José.
Gilbert Moreau...in Dusseldorf: "Unable to come"
Your Friend...
I've brought your shaving cream.
Thank you. I'm gonna wash my hair.
...Your Friend, Stan.
...*********, Stan.
Madame?
Here is the telegram.
Thank you, Monsieur.
Ah... we're not going out, today.
We'll stay in the room.
Very well, Monsieur.
What may we send you upstairs for lunch?
We got great Belon oysters. Very big.
How big?
Double zero!
Splendid. Three dozen.
And two broiled lobsters?
Yes, why not?
...and a cake, very sticky and soft.
With cream, then?
Plenty of cream.
And Muscatel?
No, some champagne! Dom Perignon 1949.
Stan? Is that you?
Wait, I'm opening.
Could you give me the comb?
Where is it?
I think it's in the pocket of my yellow jacket.
Stan?
Can you find that comb?
to: Miss Claude Sobjak 2 bis rue des Anglais... Paris 5
"We're loving each other. It's wonderful.
I will tell you everything José."
Stan?
Stan!
He took all the advantages,
...and then he dumped me!
He dropped me all alone over there,
without a single penny.
See, I've told you everything.
- Let me go. - No.
Let me go! - No.
- Yes!
Are you going to keep me here for long?
First, you'll need to explain yourself and then we'll see.
You won't understand.
You have been corrupted by him, haven't you?
I had an idle talent, you know...
... and if you really want to know, it thrilled me.
All day and all of the night, I was imagining things.
And it- - Please!
No details.
Did you want the truth,
well you got it.
Did you want truth to be decent, clean,
well too bad for you.
Too bad for you.
The truth always stinks!
Were you having a love affair with him,
I'd have understood.
But that!
Oh yes: "that"!
Yet, that did not keep me from loving you.
Are you pulling my leg?
Yes, I loved you.
You don't know what a woman is, you too...
Always a saint or a whore...
Well, it would be too easy.
You're as dumb as Stan.
Stan! - The other way.
Anyway, he, I'll make him pay.
Right now.
He won't do it again.
- Nor with you, neither with another one.
- You mustn't! I told you everything.
I trusted you. - I don't give a shit about your trust!
Gilbert!
Gilbert, where are you going?
I'll pay him a little visit. - But that's not fair.
It's not his fault. It's mine.
I am a bitch! Don't go there!
Bye!
Bastard!
Hello?
Hello, mademoiselle. Give me Alma o-five-five-six, please.
Hello.
Hello Salah! Put on Monsieur quickly.
Who is calling?
José David... get Monsieur, it's urgent.
But Monsieur is not here.
Don't tell me that! I know he's there! Please, it's very serious...
Very serious?
Monsieur is in danger, Salah.
Monsieur is in dang...?
Hello. Hello, José? It's me. What is it?
Stan, listen to me, please...
It's terrible! It's... - What?
- Gilbert is... - Is what?
I told him everything. You can't imagine. He's furious.
Is that all? - You don't understand...
He's gone out to get you...
- He's going to hurt you. He wants to kill you.
- Let him come. Let him come, I tell you.
I did a terrible thing, Stan. I showed him the pictures.
He called me awful names. He might do anything.
It's all my fault... Listen, calm down, calm down.
- Oh Stan, Stan, it's the last time we'll ever talk. - Don't speak so fast... I can't understand a word you say.
Calm down!
Stan, this is the last time...
I will never bother you again. I'm begging you...
Promise me that you'll be careful. - I promise. I promise. I promise.
I know exactly what I'd need to do.
Stan, Stan...
Promise me that you'll calm down too.
Yes, I am calm. - OK
You can see how calm I am.
Bye, Stan. - Goodbye.
Monsieur Hassler, please.
Monsieur is waiting for you.
This way, Monsieur.
This way.
Monsieur is waiting for you upstairs.
Stan!
Stan.
Well, what are you waiting for?
Oh no! It would be too easy.
Look at me... Look at me!
You're ugly!
You are...
A swine?
... a swine!
A scum!
A nasty piece of work!
...a wanker!
Go on, say what you think!
You're a maniac. Yes, a maniac!
I pay homage to the simplicity of your morals.
Never mind being sarcastic!
I may not be very bright, but if you think that perversion proves anything...
I've known perverts who were completely dumb...
Those are all posh ideas!
Did she send you?
Do you mean I ain't big enough to come by myself?
If so, why didn't you come sooner?
Because I was dumb enough to...
to think you loved her.
You weren't mistaken.
Never tell her.
I never told her.
Yes, I loved her.
Do you call "that" love?
What do you mean by "that"?
Your photos... your orgies... your filthy parties...
What is love for you, then?
None of you business!
You think I don't know.
It's enough to look at you, to listen to you...
Shut up!
- A dirty little... - Shut up!
- ...useless husband, self-absorbed, satisfied, inattentive.
- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
- A dirty little owner... - Shut up!
...useless husband, self-absorbed, satisfied, inattentive.
- Shut up! - Have you seen the result?
That's enough. Don't add anything.
And you are also a coward!
You are right, I'm a coward.
It's difficult to control.
It's even more difficult to kill oneself.
It really seems it's confession day.
I've tried to kill myself.
You've survived.
I've failed.
Do you know what you're going to do? You're going to take her back.
Never. - She needs you.
You've made a mess of everything.
Everything.
Now...
I think she disgusts me.
If you were disgusted by her, you shouldn't have come.
You should thank God.
Our beloved patient is finally out of the coma.
You could visit her, the doctor has given his permission.
Only briefly.
She won't probably recognize you anyway.
I would have thought she was safe now.
So had I... yesterday evening.
Her temperature has suddenly increased tonight...
...abdominal complications...
Don't lose your hope because of it.
We'll save her at any cost.
Is she suffering?
No, she's dreaming.
... hurts...
...it hurts...
Stan...
Stan, it's you...
Stan...
It's me...
Don't worry...
Everything will be alright.
Stan...