Feux rouges

- The lady doesn't like my driving?
- Watch the road.

I'll watch the road,
I'll drive nicely, carefully,
without going off the tracks.

You know which tracks I mean?
You get my meaning?

Is this necessary?
That you care what I think?
It might help you.

- Help me what?
- Help you...

To understand me, for instance.
And in that way...

to make my life easier.
But I doubt that really interests you.
You're far too selfish.
If you loved me even a little, you'd...
- Finish your sentence!
- What's dumber than a train?

I felt like a train on that highway.
I had to get off the tracks.

Do all these guys ask their wives
before getting a beer?

You had a beer?
- What'd you drink?
- A scotch.

A double?
- And before?
- Before what?

What did you drink before you got gas?
- Nothing.
- Is that so?

Don't believe me?
If it's true,
then it went to your head.

Think I'm drunk?
You talk as if you are.
Am I talking nonsense?
No, but you hate me.
Not at all.
I can see it in your eyes.
- Why won't you understand?
- Understand what?

I don't hate you. I just wish
you'd treat me like a man sometimes.

And let you stop at every bar?
- Here we go again!
- What?

You always find the putdown.
- Think I'm an alcoholic?
- I wouldn't have married an alcoholic.

- Do I drink often?
- Not often.

- How many times a year?
- I've never counted.

Two or three times at most.
So what's got into you?
Dunno. I'm in a tunnel tonight.
It's your fault.
If only you didn't treat me
as the lowest of the low,

as soon as I feel like
stepping out of line.

Is your life that tough?
Take Hervé...
Every evening he's half-drunk.
But you still find him interesting.
You talk to him for hours,