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scene — quarreling, squalling children, one of whom is being spanked by the harassed, impoverished mother. Pierre laughs, "Now then, what on earth is wrong?" — "Everything! What do I get out of life? — Nothing." Significantly he fingers her diamond necklace. On an angry impulse she brushes him away and throws it out the window. Pierre, smiling, returns to his saxophone, oblivious of Marie's tantrum.
Down in the street a tramp picks up the necklace. Marie excitedly informs Pierre, who refuses to budge and keeps calmly tooting on his saxophone. So Marie goes on the chase, snatches the necklace from the puzzled tramp, then runs back to give him a reward. All this evokes amazement from a policeman and amusement from Pierre watching from the window. Hurrying back, Marie breaks one of her high heels and, limping and panting, she returns, finds Pierre laughing, and hurls her broken shoe at him. "Idiot!" Pierre: "Why all this temperament? What does it all mean?" As she sulks, he asks, "Who is it, this young artist?" — "It doesn't matter. He loves me and is going to marry me." — "Do you love him?" She nods. Pierre's expression manifests his disbelief. In a close-up, sitting on the bed, she repeats "I love him." He bends down, kisses her on the forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner." She mutters, "Never again." As he leaves Pierre says, "Why not phone me sometime?"
"An eternal problem — mother and son." Wearied by his mother's reproaches, Jean says "All right, I won't marry her. I told you I'm not going to." — "My boy, I'm thinking of your future." Angrily he retorts, "Yours! you think only of my future when it concerns your own!" But, just as Marie enters the other room, the contrite Jean declares to the weeping mother, "You take too much for granted. Of course, I shouldn't marry her." He admits he proposed, but "in a moment of weakness." Marie walks in. "Perhaps it was a moment of weakness,"