1:07:01
Paul unfolded them and made
ramparts of them...
1:07:06
...a sort of Chinoiserie city
1:07:11
An old carpet completed
his masterpiece
1:07:16
Wrapped in blankets,
he went to sleep
1:07:22
Their old room gradually came to
life again in this gallery
1:07:28
The lamp, the "Turkey Red",
the bed...
1:07:33
...the chair, the bottles,
the Treasure chest...
1:07:38
...the moustachioed bust
1:07:41
After a visit or two, Elisabeth,
Agathe and Gérard...
1:07:45
...moved in, unable to resist Paul's
exciting new artificial roomscape
1:07:51
It's really the only possible room
1:07:55
It is nice
1:07:57
- It's awful being rich
- I'd imagine so
1:08:01
- Do I look rich?
- No, you always look like a beggar
1:08:06
Good. I was afraid of wealth
1:08:10
- Come in, then
- May I?
1:08:13
There speaks the wealth
1:08:16
Paul, I feel lost
1:08:21
Lost, alone... I'll never
get my room right
1:08:26
You have Agathe and Gérard with you
1:08:29
No, they keep to their rooms,
go out together a lot
1:08:34
Go out together?
1:08:37
I let them use the car
1:08:40
What can they talk about?
1:08:42
We intimidate them
1:08:45
Alone, they feel free to talk
1:08:49
- What about?
- About us
1:08:51
And those cranks make you feel lost?
1:08:55
I longed for my own room,
but I hate it