Too Beautiful for You (Trop belle pour toi)

"TOO BEAUTIFUL FOR YOU"

I understand, sir. I'd help you if I could.

I'll even lend you a car.

I'm the temp.

I called the factory! No cars that colour for a month!

Can I help you?

I'm the secretary...

Go in the back office. Through the corridor.

I handled your order. The problem is...

you cancelled it.

You phoned me personally... I'm not crazy.

You said, " Forget the bronze, I want royal blue now."

That's what you told me last night.

This morning you say you thought it over

you'll take the bronze. But that car's gone.

I sold it to someone else.

Sorry, that guy's a pest.

- Bernard Barthelemy. - Colette Chevassus.

She is very nice...

Maybe beautiful isn't the word...but nice.

Imagine...a woman

who is always seeking... to be even more of a woman...

more noticed...

more desired...

Who is always looking for something...

Pushing back the frontiers...

What frontiers?

Of modesty.

Modesty is essential for a woman.

Pushing modesty back doesn't mean...it vanishes.

It just...recedes.

It stumbles...

catches itself...

Right now, for example,

even though I know you all,

you're looking at me, and I'm scared.

Scared of what?

Of what I'm going to say...

Of what... I want to say to you.

What are you going to say?

Everything.

What's "everything" ?

Is there a point to this?

Of course. Look!

My hands are already shaking...

just from thinking of what I'm going to say.

I'm already shivering...

It's...

a pleasure.

Ask your questions.

What questions?

Your questions about me.

Concerning what?

What a bitch!

What a magnificent bitch!

Don't turn your back on me now.

After eyeing me for 5 days, you turn your back.

That's a lousy way to act.

I want to...touch your skin.

Come on.

Turn around now, huh?

You won't be mean,

you'll turn around.

It's lovely waiting for a man...

You can't tell a stranger,

" I want to be in a bedroom with you" !

It isn't done!

And why not?

What if you suddenly said it? Would it bother anyone?

A bedroom. That's all

It's...hard to say... What I'd like to say to you.

I don't have the nerve.

Let's do some work.

Yes...We'll work...

Good idea...

What'd you want to tell me?

It was about...your eyes.

They hurt me...

They disturb me, destabilize me.

They please me, too.

She is a bit of a slob...

I tend to ignore that...

You're falling in love, old girl.

And hard!

If one could only make them all happy.

Give them all flowers.

Exactly what's going on between us?

You have big hands.

Mechanic's hands.

I like mechanic's hands.

It's your mouth I like.

My mouth?

Yes... Your mouth.

What about my mouth?

I like this woman!

Do you like the music?

What music?

Don't you hear music?

Where?

In the house.

There's music in the house?

What's this music?

A Schubert impromptu.

Did you buy it?

- Why? - What do you mean, "why" ?

You heard me! I asked you why?

He has to do an essay on Schubert for his music class.

An essay?

An essay! His life, work, influence.

But this music shatters me!

Suddenly, a spark, deliverance, a door opens,

it all falls into place, I know all the why's and how's.

I'd lost faith, and there it was, after so much plodding.

It flows in a steady stream, no crossing out.

A spring I thought was dry came to life.

No fatigue, no anxiety, no wish to eat, or piss.

Hours later I was still writing...

How can it be?

How can it be?

How can it be?

It can, that's all. Some guys are lucky!

Bernard's a lucky stiff.

Why a lucky stiff?

Why a lucky stiff? His wife, dammit!

Thanks.

I'll say it no matter what happens: she gives me a hard on.

At first I didn't much care if we made love...

Remember, on the train?

I just felt good, I was near you...

I felt good, too.

I could've changed my life then gone away, anywhere.

- With me? - Of course!

Why didn't you?

I still believed in life then. I vibrated.

I vibrated too.

Everything around me reeled.

Where to go?

I felt bad, I felt good.

I recognized nothing.

Not my house...

nor my happiness.

I felt like a thief.

What's going on?

A visit...

an early-bird visit.

You're not the early-bird type.

I am this morning.

She the temp?

You came to inspect the temp?

Feel easier, now?

You bet!

I mustn't laugh, she'll think it's at her.

Why make fun of her?

I'm not making fun of her.

You spying on me now?

Spying on you?

You show up unannounced, which you never do. I call that spying!

Get me some coffee?

Of course I'll get you some coffee.

Do me a favour, bring us two coffees.

Right away, sir.

What's the matter, love?

You seem so sad!

I'm scared.

Of what?

I suddenly had to see you, touch you.

I love you, you know.

Not like at first. I love you more than at first.

I love you, too.

Excuse me.

Maybe she thinks I'm your mistress.

What nonsense?

I tell you she looked at me oddly.

Oddly?

Wait, I'll be right back.

What're you going to do?

Wait, I'll be back.

I'm Florence Barthelemy.

Colette Chevassus.

Wait for me! What are you doing?

You out of your mind?

Cheating on her with me! She has it all, I have nothing!

What do you see in me? Charm? I'd have to be loaded with it!

Can't you leave me alone? You can see I'm groggy!

Beauty clobbers you! It hurts!

I want to know you.

I've no hidden treasures. What you see is what you get.

We need to be together, even if that's dumb.

The dumb things in life are the best.

They decided to meet discreetly in a motel

on a main highway.

Practical things, motels.

You park, no fuss, you're instantly inside, in the person's arms.

It mostly happens at lunchtime.

Lots of folks aren't hungry at lunchtime.

See all these cars?

These people aren't hungry.

I'm not...hungry either.

Remember this image

The man sitting on the bed, against the light...