A Happy Event (Un heureux événement) (Un heureux événement)

A HAPPY EVENT

It started here.

No... before.

- Overwhelming. - What?

This movie is overwhelming.

Cool.

Is that where it started?

"I'm No Angel"

She's hot for you.

"In the Mood for Love", "I'm No Angel"...

So?

Do you need "Deep Throat" to understand?

"A Man and a Woman", "The Rules of Attraction"

"Grand Illusion"

"One from the Heart"

"Rendez-vous"

"Dreams"

"Just A Kiss", "On my Lips"

"Men Think Only of That"

"Unforgiven"

"Intolerable Cruelty"

"Not Even Close"

When does a love story begin?

The first date?

The first kiss?

The first...

I love you.

Happy and in love,

far away from everything.

A smile would make my heart beat faster.

The slightest glance.

We were free, lighthearted.

That day, he said:

I want us to have a baby.

Out of desire, out of love

out of madness, I answered:

Let's do it.

In fact, that's where everything began.

You okay?

So what was so important?

Bab...

You said we had to talk, so talk.

We have to talk, Nico.

I'm listening.

You dumping me?

Not at all.

No one will steal it.

Why are you looking at your bag?

Did you know that for Freud bags are vaginal?

So why are you peering into your vagina?

This isn't how I meant to tell you.

You're pregnant?

Are you sure?

I thought of the 9 months ahead,

to dream about our baby,

feel it move, speak to it,

caress it.

I feel dizzy.

9 months of total happiness.

Your enemies are now

cheese, eggs, meat,

cold cuts, pâté... Not to mention:

your mother, mother-in-law,

anyone you know who has kids.

Listen to no one

and it will all go well.

You'll be delivering...

in early March.

The fifth.

March. Is that okay for you?

Barbara?

Yes, Mr. Truffard.

I'm counting on you, dear.

We can't spend an eternity on this.

You have 9 months to deliver your thesis. That should do.

If all goes well, we may name you assistant professor.

The Other in Wittengenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

was the subject of my PhD.

But I was asking myself other questions.

Are you okay?

Of course. I'm fine.

You seem strange.

Different.

You've even changed physically.

You remind me of Gregor Samsa!

"The Metamorphosis"?

So tell me what you're hiding.

Nothing, Mr. Truffard... I swear.

It's all in your head.

I swear, you can't see a thing.

We'll do as we said, okay?

What? What is it?

What's wrong?

Nothing, honey.

Why are you staring?

New haircut?

No, why?

Something's different.

Really?

Your cheeks are fuller.

Enough already.

Think I didn't notice?

No alcohol, cigarettes, cheese.

Hiding your pregnancy?

That's so juvenile.

Mom, I'd have told you first.

Stop lying, honey. So, how many months?

You're in trouble, kiddo.

Believe me now?

Pathetic. You'd do anything not to tell me.

You think I'd intoxicate my baby?

Intoxicate... always such big words.

When I was pregnant I drank, smoked.

Not just cigarettes. And you're fine.

I was smoking at 12. What's that from?

Don't blame me for that.

At 12, with your braces and ridiculous glasses,

smoking was the only way to attract boys.

You chose those glasses.

You were very ungainly.

At least you looked smart.

And they covered your acne.

Shall we go?

You're hypersensitive.

And your mother...

I guess she knows, right?

Definitely not.

I knew it.

I can't believe you told her.

You promised.

What could I do? You know her.

Her radar sensed it in my voice.

I'm the last to know.

Honey, you can ask your mother-in-law to watch your baby.

I'm a lousy grandmother anyway.

I never see your nieces.

Katia would rather tie them to a tree.

Exactly.

- I meant to tell you. - When?

After giving birth?

I'll be over there.

Sure you're ready?

You're not even financially independent.

Why did I insist on graduate school?

Good thing I burnt my bra in the 70s!

Spare me. No woman burnt...

What's wrong?

She's pregnant.

Congratulations.

What, were you there?

And good luck.

You, a mother... Poor kid.

That's exactly why I kept my mouth shut.

I may not have a maternal streak.

Kids never interested me.

I find babies stupid and annoying.

As a kid, I wanted to grow up as quickly as possible.

I'm in school. You rent out videos.

You read comics.

It's not any comic. It's "Strange".

With the Silver Surfer.

Most noble, tormented superhero in the galaxy.

Seriously, look at us.

We're totally irresponsible.

Can we tend to a child?

You're immature.

"Survivor" makes you cry.

Thanks to your high-profile job,

you can converse using only "Back to the Future" dialogue.

Great Scott, you're right!

Come on, Nico... I mean it.

What do you think?

I think it's great.

Space.

The final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and new civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone before!

The embryo,

the cephalic pole, the trunk,

the amniotic sac...

and the genitals.

If ever you want to know.

Whisper it to me, okay?

Are you crazy? You think it'll work if only you know?

You have a few weeks to think it over.

What's that little thing moving?

That's his heart beating.

That's why I wear 2 rubbers.

Tony! We're the first to see this.

Try to be polite.

I used to put tiger balm between them.

Spare us.

No, speak. Why do something so dumb?

It's obvious.

Imagine if the first rubber breaks.

She screams: irritated membranes.

It's like an alarm.

Gentleman say "irritated membranes".