Bad Girls (Les Biches) (Les Biches)

BAD GIRLS

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Why did you do that?

Do what?

You know. The 500 note!

l think it's worth it.

Being funny?

Not at all, no.

What d'you want?

Nothing.

But l think it's very good...

You're very talented.

l've been drawing does for ages.

You don't often come here.

No, l live in the South of France.

So long!

Going my way?

You're rich?

l have money.

Don't ask me if l like painting.

You don't.

l'd have thought the contrary.

lf you like my pictures, you don't.

l'd be pleased if l were you.

What's your name? - What's yours?

Frédérique.

l go this way. - Me too.

What d'you think of them?

Not bad.

What's your name?

WHY

That's no name.

None of your business.

How much? -15

And that? -100

Why the difference?

One's original, one's a copy.

l can see it's a copy.

No, the other is.

l go this way.

Me too.

l live there.

Goodbye...

and thank you.

What for?

A good time.

Thank you too.

Like a coffee or tea... or something?

Got a bathroom?

lf l can have a bath l want a coffee.

Of course.

How much sugar?

One and a half.

You've a good figure.

Not bad.

Pass the coffee.

Rinse your head, anyhow.

l want it now.

Awful!

You put in two sugars... l asked for one

Sorry! Shall l get you another cup?

No, l don't want any.

How capricious you are!

Perhaps...

You're so demanding...

particularly in...

ln what?

My situation?

Yes, l have to be.

Now get out!

Why?

l'm getting out.

l don't understand.

l'm naked.

Come now...

Between women...

That's just the point...

and l hate that word.

Come over here.

Come.

Wait a second.

lt's much better like that.

MERRY CHRlSTMAS

''Revolution...

''is not a banquet.

''lt is not made like a work...

''of literature or an embroidery.

''lt can't be done so elegantly...

''so calmly or delicately...

''with such sweetness...

''courtesy and generosity.

''Revolution is an uprising...

''the violence by which a class...

''overthrows another.''

You're right.

Someone's hooting.

Ah, it's Frédérique!

What, already?

And who's she? - No idea.

Where'd she find her?

Another mouth to feed.

Let's get ready. - Hope she's not a pain.

Where are they from?

Kenya and Mozambique.

l love hunting.

My darlings...

Come to my arms!

Leave me some.

Nowthat's enough.

Don't you love us any more?

Out of sight, out of mind.

Unfair...

Who's the pin-up?

A friend... Why.

Why who?

Ask her.

Why who?

Why.

Heavens!

lndeed, Robéque.

l'll show you your room.

l rather like her. What about you?

Pity about her name.

Yes, it's too short.

Ankles good.

lndeed.

Hair... you knowthat hair

is very important.

Her center of gravity is...

in perfect balance.

lntelligence and beauty!

The leg could be fine...

What you can...

see of it.

And the waist too.

Fine figure of a girl.

Yes but...

But what?

l'm not entirely for the buttocks.

What's up with you?

Listening?

Shame on you.

How ill-mannered! - That'll do.

Take no notice of them.

Get out now. Aren't you ashamed?

Hurry up now! Get out of here!

Who are those two?

They're charming. You'll see

when you're used to 'em.

Anyhow...

At Saint Tropez in December...

it's not like in summer. There's not much choice.

Not sleeping?

Doesn't seem to worry you much!

Should we stop?

No, don't do that.

She's a charming kid.

Think so?

lt was a question. ls she charming?

No wrong notes, now.

Hell! What an awful place!

Not sleeping?

No, l'm too tired.

With that music...

Not too bad.

Come on, let's go out for a bit.

l've something to show you.

Violette... a friend of mine

Miss Why.

Them and their music!

My head's turning.

What's cooking?

Roast veal and sprouts...

Robéque asked for it.

The nutmeg?

Where's the nutmeg got to?

Messing around in the kitchen.

They send me mad.

Where is that nutmeg?

l hope you like roast veal with sprouts.

We'll leave you to it.

Keep calm!

Not bad... all this, eh?

All yours?

lf you need work, there's plenty.

Did you start it?

No. lt was my grandfather.

And then there's land... and well

during the war...

And you manage?

Yes, l manage all right.

lsn't it rather a man's job?

l'm getting tired...

Me too. Let's go back.

No...

Let's go there.

You like making love?

Well, depends who with.

Anyhow... why do you ask me?