Small World (Je n'ai rien oublié)

to Lucien

I should think so too!

SMALL WORLD

Shall we, dear daughter-in-law?

- Gladly. - Off we go!

My stepmother is fond of my son. He's still her little Phi-Phi.

You'll have to break that chain, Simone.

And I'm warning you, it's made of steel!

I pity your poor wife's toes! Your father's drunk.

Don't worry.

Liquor is one thing dad can handle.

I think I need a glass of water.

Thank you.

I've been waiting 60 years for this dance.

I married your grandfather not long after your grandmother died.

So at the reception...

there wasn't much waltzing.

I'm sure he's happy up there.

And he thinks you're ravishing.

You're the ravishing one!

Elisabeth?

How nice of you to come from Boston, my dear.

It's our son's wedding, isn't it?

To his happiness!

You know the divorce papers are ready?

So soon?

You haven't been struggling, have you?

My parents together? I should get married more often!

I love Simone.

I hope she'll like it here.

As charming as ever!

Have you seen Dr Cohen?

I'll go up soon.

Already?

My diabetes doesn't enjoy all this.

Smiling people letting their masks down.

I can't take too much truth this late in the evening.

- Sorry! - No.

- Sorry, miss. - No, it was me.

It's nothing.

Conrad, champagne doesn't stain.

It's nothing.

Tomi!

Hello, Koni.

- To the library. - Come on, Conrad.

I didn't set fire to the house.

I was changing the flowers

when I smelled smoke. It was all ablaze.

So I ran and ran, I caught a train

and I came home.

I don't know how he got in.

I never once moved from the gate.

He must have climbed over the wall.

At his age?

Same age as you, old pal!

No, I got in through the secret door.

The pirates' door.

The pirates' door?

At the bottom of the garden. It leads to the neighbour's.

I'm not surprised you've forgotten.

It hasn't been used for 50 years.

What a memory he has!

I'm so happy to be here.

I'm so happy to see you.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

- Go on, Conrad. - In you get now.

It was a lovely evening, Mrs Senn.

Tell me, doctor...

How far back can one remember?

I have one very old patient,

who suddenly recalled his dachshund dying.

It was his first heartbreak.

He must have been about four.

Your glycaemia is stable.

The older we get, the past comes closer to the present.

Becomes a closer presence!

I'll do your jab.

I can do it myself.

Very well. In that case,

I shall bid you goodnight, Mrs Senn.

To you too, doctor.

You're like Conrad.

You think champagne stains.

Who is this Conrad?

Did he scare you?

You know that you're very,

very sexy when you're afraid.

And when you blush.

You love me when I'm afraid or blushing?

Yeah.

You didn't answer me.

Who is he?

A childhood friend of my father.

He wasn't invited.

Well, I don't know him.

They fell out before I was born.

As far as I'm concerned, Conrad...

keeps watch over the Trouville house.

He set fire to it.

He's a pyromaniac.

Like me!

The police are convinced

that it was arson.

Only the firewood didn't burn.

You must press charges for the insurance.

You mean he could go to prison?

My job is to advise, not to feel pity.

I put him in one of the flats near the factory.

So you're advising me to abandon him?

No one would blame you.

No!

He's not an arsonist, just an alcoholic.

Did you give him an allowance, as I asked?

Yes.

I never liked that house, anyway.

Do you hear that?

It's coming down the chimney.

Hot stuff!

Will Philippe get his own flat now that he's married?

Do you think we're too cramped here?

You enjoy your luxury!

Get Conrad here too, then!

Thomas wouldn't allow that.

He'd see Conrad aging.

Like a faded beauty, he hates mirrors.

What youthful vigour!

It's wonderful.

I hope you're up to it, Scholler.

That little Simone...

Her vigour is contagious!

Ladies, you look ravishing.

I talked to Scholler this morning.

We're not going to subsidise that old drunk forever, are we?

You mean Conrad or you?

And you're not pressing charges? How nice of you.

So he'll get board and lodging with all expenses paid!

He was raised here. Should I stick him in a kennel?

Unlike you, he's suffered.

No more than anyone else.

His mother the maid left him to chase an American.

He was lucky you didn't post him to her!

Anna wasn't just a maid.

She helped me when your father died.

She met an American.

She should have come back for her son, but never did.

That's the story.

Who wanted to keep Conrad?

Who wanted to go to school with him,

go on holiday, sleep in the same room?

It was that or being alone, stepmother!

I had to look after the business, son!

Then dad grew up, made new friends,

and his best friend became a lackey.

I lived my life,

he lived his, end of story.

So,

are you going on honeymoon?

- No. - Yes.

Really? Why?

Because of Ram's appetite.

Ram? What might that be?

He's an Indian.

He's trying to buy up our group.

These Indians love steel, don't they?

So we'll go in the spring.

I have to go to work.

And I have to go play golf.

To Conrad!

Ladies...

You know, my dear Simone...

You should get a haircut.

Trust me.

May I?

Of course.

- What do you recommend? - Another restaurant!

You want me to go? So soon?

No, I didn't mean that.

There's nothing good here.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

Everything stinks of cabbage.

You've never imagined so many cabbage recipes in your life!

What were you playing just then?

Schumann.

- Schumann... - Yes, Schumann.

You haven't changed.

Neither have you, Elisabeth.

Same smile,

same hair.

Oh, my hair has changed!

It's been grey and back again.

But grey looked messy, so...

You live in America now, so I heard.

In Boston.

I design ladies' underwear.

- Is it doing well? - Guess.

It's doing well.

To the future!

I don't have a glass.

To the future!