My Best Friend's Girl (La Femme de mon pote)

Shit, what the hell is this?

Did you close the store?

Come in.

- Did I wake you? - Sure did.

I just got to bed.

What's wrong?

Something serious?

Sit down.

What's the matter? You look wiped out.

Are you sick?

Bank giving you trouble again?

You look like you've been run over by an avalanche.

Look me in the eye.

You won't believe it.

Is it an incident or a disaster?

Pascal. Don't tell me you're in love again.

- You are. - I can't take it anymore.

I warned you: That's out of the question.

Calm down, Mickey. Please.

- Who is it this time? - A girl.

- Do I know her? - No.

You're hopeless.

You see a girl and boom: You're in love!

We agreed you'd lay off for a while,

at least six months.

- True. - My answer is: No!

It's absolutely "No!" You hear me? Or count me out. I refuse to get involved.

Just come take a look.

Where is she?

- In my bed. - Already?

You moron.

I told you not to give in to provocation!

- There never was. - There always is.

Not this time.

- It was just natural. - Natural, my ass! As always,

you'll get your heart broken.

Is that her car? What a heap.

Well...

- What do you think? - All I see is her ass.

This is Mickey.

He's very important to me.

What are you doing in this bed?

I got picked up.

- Do you often get picked up? - Sure,

if I like the guy.

I bet you're an expert in French bedding.

- Your buddy's a nice guy. - Not his buddy, his friend.

In fact, I'm his best friend.

I advise him on every move. When I speak, he listens.

For ten years, no one has ever come between us.

- Not even a girl? - No. Girls come and go.

We stick together and watch them leave.

What if one of them wanted to stay?

Who?

A girl tired of dragging her suitcase around.

Did you hear that?

She talked about suitcases.

- Aren't you listening? - Not really.

He's looking at me.

He can look and listen. Is that so hard?

It depends on how hard he's concentrating.

- What do you think? - She's smart.

See her eyes?

They knock me out.

Is anyone likely to miss you?

- No, nobody. - Hell.

Listen, this is serious. I met this girl last night.

I don't know where she's from

or what she has in mind. But I know she's in my bed

and she's so sweet I couldn't sleep.

I want her to stay here.

I want her to stay as long as possible.

Whatever you say, it's your home.

- For or against? - Neither. We Swiss are neutral.

- You're going to mope for two weeks? - If necessary.

I'm no trouble.

I've never met a girl who wasn't.

Leave me alone, I'm going home.

How can you after seeing her?

What did I see? A girl in a bed.

She's not my girl, it's not my bed, so who cares!

She's not a girl, she's a vulnerable woman who needs warmth and kindness.

She's found both!

I must work, stay with her.

- What for? - To keep her from taking off.

Pascal, you're starting to piss me off.

I know, but will you do it?

I'll do my best.

- Old reliable! - Let go of me.

I've got an offer.

- My house. - What for?

To live in.

- With you? - Yes.

I don't know your name.

Pascal Saulnier.

I own the resort ski shop.

I'm Vivian,

Vivian Artaud.

All I own is my car.

Make yourself at home. We'll spoil you.

I've got to go to work now. See you soon.

My buddy will take care of you.

He may be gruff, but he's a real gem.

You can trust him as you would me.

Take care of her.

From now on, she's my most precious possession.

Is he always this wonderful?

You think he's wonderful?

For a ski bum, he's not bad.

- He offered you his home. - Yes.

How do you feel about it?

- A little scared. - Naturally.

Has he had many women before me?

Loads of them.

As many as he wants, but he can't keep them.

- Why not? - He's just too nice.

I bet you're even nicer.

Yes, but don't let my looks fool you.

- You want coffee? - Sure.

- With toast? - Yes.

- With butter? - Yes.

- And cranberry jam? - Yes.

This is a great set up.

Did you serve his other girls breakfast in bed?

Some of them.

You two are really organised.

Sure. One scores and the other cleans up.

- How did it go? - Great, she's singing in the tub.

- Breakfast in bed? - Naturally.

- She enjoy it? - She's in heaven.

- You think she's in love yet? - I'd say so.

- You mean it? - She thinks you're wonderful.

- She does. That's fantastic. - I guess so.

Their romance is already getting on my nerves.

Enjoy it.

Why is he so glum?

Never mind, he'll get over it.

Before, he was charming.

He's what is known as a manic depressive.

Enjoy it.

- Why are you upset? - I'm not upset.

- You haven't said a word. - I've got nothing to say.

Lay off him.

- Do you resent me? - Why should I?

What do you think of our romance?

- You two? - Yes, our love affair.

I haven't decided yet.

Anyway, is it a love affair?

I ask you, you know Pascal well.

Do you think we'll stay together?

Careful how you answer.

Get off my back. I've got no opinion.

If you're waiting for my blessing,

don't hold your breath. It's too soon.

Your affair is okay, but I'm skeptical.

Why not look on the bright side of life?

Let life look at me and give me reasons to be optimistic.

Anyway, you're crazy to sit there in the hot sun,

so as to give her an eyeful of your manly chest.

You look like a tourist. Besides, it's dangerous.

- Put a hat on at least. - I'm okay.

He's okay now, but how he gripes when he isn't...

You're a pain in the ass.

- Where's he going? - To put on a hat. He knows I'm right.

He's headache-prone.

What the hell is with them?

Such familiarity. Just because they're on vacation!

Mind your skis and let us eat in peace.

- Does he really have headaches? - Yes.

- Often? - I don't keep count, but often.

- What about you? - Me, I'm a physical wreck.

- You should be healthy up there. - Well, I'm not.

- Do you get bored? - Not really.

- What does Pascal do? - He works all day.

- The store? And you? - Nothing.

- Do you work? - Only at night.

That's great. You can help me unpack.

What are you two talking about?

It's a secret.

- Got a washer? - Of course.

- Can you work it? - Naturally.

You know how to act friendly as well?

It brings me bad luck.

- Where's your machine? - Out there.

- How about you? - What?

- Is there a woman in your life? - No.

- Nobody? - Nobody.

How come?

Does it bother you?

Just seems strange.

Why? Am I so irresistible?

I think you're bizarre.

How so?

You're just bizarre.

Right now, you look bizarre.

Your eyes are telling me something, but I don't know what.

Me neither.

There's sympathy

and suspicion.

It's hard to say in what ratio.