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My name is Paule.
Paule Zachmann.

I'm a professor of philosophy.

More precisely, I'm a specialist on that
movement of the late 18th Century...

that is called
"Enlightenment".

I love the Enlightenment but
I never saw very clear myself.

At the age of 12 I was already
wearing dreadful thick glasses.

In the 7th grade
we dissected a frog...

and some idiot said:
"Paule, the frog".

So I decided that no one should
see me like this anymore.

Paule!

No man has ever seen me
with my glasses on.

Do you feel better?

Don't move!
Don't move!

Where am I?

Who are you?

I am a firefighter.

I understand...
I understand.

Where is Alex?

- Who?
- My husband.

- At least her first name.
- I don't know it.

- But you were with her.
- I wanted to walk her home.

- Where does she live?
- I don't know.

- You don't know much.
- Yes, that's true.

Well.

- Could she be a junkie or a diabetic?
- Diabetic? No, no.

How do you know
she's not diabetic?

I think she's not.
I meant "I can't imagine it."

- You still have this address?
- Yes.

I'm married and I've a
15-year-old daughter.

May I go now?

I assure you,
I'm fine.

Probably I only had
a blood sugar crash.

That's not the question.

Look here.
This is Alex.

What are these shorts?

My tennis shorts.

Why?
Don't they suit me?

Stay a little longer.
It's too early for tennis.

- I've promised the neighbour.
- The one you find so boring?

And who constantly says:
"You know what I mean?"

He's not so bad
after all.

And sports is good for me.

Know what I mean?

My name is Paule.
Paule Zachmann.

I had a happy childhood,
an unremarkable youth...

a lucky first love...

And at 34,
I met the man of my life.

Such things happen sometimes.

What are you doing?

I go swimming.
Won't you join me?

Have you got your swimsuit?

Alex!
You can't do that!

- Are you crazy?
- Why? You've seen me naked, no?

It's true, Mom, you've
seen him naked before.

Mom!
I think I'm dreaming!

A six-letter word:
"We are talking about an open angle...

or a narrow-minded person."

- With six letters?
- Yes, six.

Go at least further in.

It's alright.

It looks tempting.

It looks like low tide.

Yes, the tide has changed.

What the hell?

He's too far!

The current is strong
out there. He's crazy!

Why's he doing this to me?

He does it on purpose.
It amuses him when I get scared.

Calm down.

Look,
he comes back.

My name is Paule.

Paule Zachmann.

And I'm 50.
Well...

Not quite, but soon.

And I haven't
seen it coming...

Why don't you go somewhere?
I mean ask for help.

It hurts me
to see you like this.

I'm not depressed, Alex.
You have changed actually.

- It's true, I feel better.
- You see?

You take everything
so serious.

Alex, at some point in life
you have to be honest.

And?

If there was someone in my life,
another one, I mean...

So what?

Then I would tell you.

Do you think
I cheat on you?

I didn't say that.
I just thought, maybe...

- But it's a weird thought.
- No, it's not weird.

This attitude is
worrying me.

You don't feel good and promptly
I'm the one who betrays you.

I didn't say that.
I just meant...

If you cheat on me,
I'd like to know it.

Because I feel
strong enough...

to handle it.

It's important in a marriage
to tell the truth, huh?

You're right.
The truth is important.

If you want to hear the truth,
here you are:

I feel I'm moving in a circle.

I realise something
must happen.

Well...

- You just want to avoid the problem.
- No.

Michel has offered me to
to live with him for a while.

- What kind of decisions?
- You see the shampoo?

Don't tell Mom.
She'd only think it's for good.

- It sounds bad.
- Not at all. We've talked.

It's much better now.
I'll try to explain.

The idea of getting distance
is a classic.

I see it was wrong to tell you.
I thought you'd support me.

But of course
I'll support you.

But you only lie to yourself.

What do you actually
know about relationships?

- How long is it now?
- What?

That he's thinking.

Two months and five days.

- And the cat?
- What about it?

I mean Dad found it
when we were in Greece.

And who'll feed it?

Anyway, I hope that he still wants
to see me, after your divorce.

No one speaks about divorce,
Nina.

Well...

We only need to be alone,
to think about certain things.

- That happens in a marriage.
- Yes, of course.

Okay. My name is Paule Zachmann
and I have always been lucky.

Take my work at the university,
that I've had for 20 years,

there I was really lucky.

Even if university isn't always
what you might think.

At Philosophy, nine people
share two tiny offices,

a 20 kg beast of a computer,

and a coin-operated copier, where you
insert 10 cents like in the postoffice.

- Bernard. How are you?
- Good! Hello.

I'm filled up with work.
And how are you?

- I need a holiday.
- Yes, me too.

- Shall we go to the cinema one day?
- Dunno. No exiting films currently.

Oh, well.

The worst is not that
you deceive me.

But to tell me you
just need some distance.

I told you I'm strong enough.

But you treat me
like a stranger.

Can't we talk later.

The film starts now,
I've promised Capucine...

- Her name is Capucine?
- Yes, a lovely name.

Yes...

- So spring-like, dazzling.
- It's ridiculous.

- Don't be so hateful. It's not nice.
- I'm not hateful. I'm sick.

So you're jealous?

Right, you succeeded,
I'm jealous.

And on whom?
On such a lame bore.

She's certainly working
with media or advertising.

She buys Le Monde,
to appear educated...

But in secret she reads
tabloids or Elle.

It's true, she reads Elle.
As a change from Kant.

And you know what
I really like about her?

She doesn't tell me what life is,
she discovers it.

Necessarily,
she's just 28.

How old are you again?

Your hair's falling in your coffee.
What are these funny glasses?

I know that
I look like a frog.

What did you
watch yesterday?

I met Alex' new girlfriend;
that's what I watched.

You met Capucine?

- What? Do you know her?
- Dad introduced her.

Please don't call him "Dad".

That's new.
He brought me up, didn't he?

That's not a reason.
Don't call him Dad anymore.

What else then?

Alex,
like everyone does.

What is this Capucine doing?

I don't know. He met her at
soulmates.com.

Soulmates.com?

He likes the simple way.

What do you mean?

Soulmates.com.
It's easy to join...

quickly to come to the point,
how and who doesn't matter.

It's pathetic.

You can also meet someone
by chance on the street.

But there's beauty
in a real encounter.

You have no plans,
life just surprises you.

I don't hope life surprises me with a
Jean-Thomas Trucheau or Quentin Brunel.

- Who are they?
- Two idiots from the Ninth.

Don't worry.

Life has more to offer.

We want to remind those
who would rather forget...

that on 7th and 8th July...

8,000 people were merciless killed
in the heart of Europe.

We demand from Juppé's government
and from President Chirac...

to gather the courage to intervene,
to make the absurd war and genocide...

lead from Pale and Belgrade,
come to an end.

The UNPROFOR
can only watch helplessly...

must come to an end...

Excuse me, I usually don't talk
to women on the street.

I saw you in the metro.

- You followed me?
- It was my direction.

- You look so sad!
- What, me?

It's not my business,
but I think it's not right...

that a woman like you is sad.

You're wrong. I'm not sad,
rather concentrated.

May I, just say no,
if I bother you.

It would be a great pleasure,
to drink a cup of coffee with you.

It's not possible.
In five minutes starts my course.

And afterwards?
We could meet then.

How is it? Would you like?
I love taking a chance.

- Well, I talk a lot of nonsense, but...
- It's not nonsense.

Well...

It's okay. I accept.

- Here at 6pm?
- 6pm? Yes, fits very good.

SHOULD ONE FORGET EVERYTHING?

I'm not sure if I am
what you think.

Aren't you a university professor?
At least you look like one.

Good imitation,
if you're not.

No, I actually am what
I told you. It's just...

- I'm not used to...
- Wearing a pink coat?

- This morning you didn't wear it.
- Yes, for example.

I love bright,
shining colors.

Colors that say something
about the mood, the attitude...

the state of mind
a person is in...

Well...

It depends on which day it is.

Have you...

- Yes?
- No, nothing.

I also like grey quite a lot.

Some days are grey,
others rather pink.

That's right.

Which user name?
How about the heroine of a novel?

The heroine of nothing at all.

Why do I actually
try to help you?

All right, a heroine.
But who?

I don't know.
Ariane? Justine? Albertine?

Albertine is good.
Fits always.

Aunt Paulette!

Hi, guys!

Come on now!

Bonjour.

Who is it?

I've got it! Antigone.
What do you think?

She's very pretty.

No, what you think of Antigone?
I think it fits you.

Resolute, full of character.

- It's not exactly 18th Century.
- You prefer Marie-Antoinette?

No, no, Antigone.
Antigone is good.

"What are your hobbies?"

I don't have any.

Write that I love contemporary
Photo Exhibitions.

- "What sports do you practise?"
- None.

Well, but you swim.

Yes.

"Do you like travelling?"

What a question!

Just write:
"Who doesn't?"

"Are you romantic?"

What's meant with
"romantic"?

If it means sentimental and cheesy,
then definitely not.

If it means passionate
and uncompromising...

then yes.

I'll write
"More or less".

Just write "yes".

Paule, this is Corinne.
Corinne, my sister, Paule.

Oh no!

What is it?

Modern Art, how dreary!

You must write that
you love U.S. TV shows.

- I never watch them.
- I can borrow you a few.

How old are you really?

50. Well, soon.
Currently 49.

It doesn't show.
You can write 40.

- Well, 42. 42 fits good.
- I don't lie about my age.

- I'm okay with 50.
- But the other ones not.

If you write 50, you'll only get
70-year-old guys who claim they're 55.

I'm not going
to find someone anyway.

- At least not when I'm lying.
- How then?

SOULMATES.COM

HELLO ANTIGONE,
MAKE YOUR CHOICE

MY CHOICE

"Hello. I'm Welcome94.
I'm 48.

I own a nice country home...

and I'm looking for a
reliable casual relationship.

If you're neurotic, phobic
or stressed...

if you lack self-confidence
or are afraid of insects...

look somewhere else.

If you're afraid of insects...

My name's Azur and I'm Sales Manager
at Renault and proud of it.

I don't know what else
I should say...

I'm a positive type, very positive,
and I really like the colour blue.

Blue cars, the blue of the sea
and of course blue eyes.

Brown eyes
are okay too.

I can't stand vulgarity
with women.

If a woman comes in miniskirt
high heels and plunging neckline...

it's okay for one evening,
but I want more.

Since I don't have a soul mate, as a
psychoanalyst I seek the Other.

The Other with a capital "O"
the Other as a partner...

a true partner...

What are you doing?
Do you even smoke in the car?

- Have you put on make-up?
- No, just a little lip gloss.

And mascara?

Why don't we go
to London?

I'd show you the Tate Gallery,
We could go shopping...

You could eat fish and chips
all the time.

Just go to London
if you feel for it.

Ah, so cool.

I knew you'd call.

Yes, that's great,
isn't it?

One month.

I'm in the car with Mom.
Wanna have her?

She's driving anyway.

No, I'll find new friends.

I don't know.

- Where is the camp, Mom?
- In Lozère.

Who's the supervisor?

You can go, Mom,
I'm not five anymore.

But not that guy?
I wouldn't trust him.

- Is this the right platform?
- Go now, you're embarrassing.

Won't you say goodbye?

Wait...
Like this.

Well.

- What are you doing this summer?
- I stay in Paris.

Oh really? So do I.
I have a lot of work.

The Husserl Conference in September
must be organized.

You can't imagine
what a mess that is.

Do you know if the copier
at sociology still works?

Maybe.
I don't know.

Wait, I come with you.

I had so much to do.

But since the secretary constantly
takes free, why should we bother?

- She doesn't take free days,
she has a depression. - Oh shit.

I did not know that.

And how are you?

Okay, I understand.

I know you have
personal problems.

I bet Donatienne
has gossiped.

Sophie and I
have also trouble.

She went to the seaside
with the children.

We have
taken a break.

Do you feel like going
to cinema one day?

I don't know.

Friday?

- It's complicated.
- Oh dear, come out of your shell.

Listen, Bernard,
I'm coming out.

But you and I won't happen,
never ever. No way.

Not now.

Look at that!

Do you think you manage?
Give me a drag.

For you it worked out too.
I know how you met Capucine.

That's different.
Well, we met online.

- But it wasn't a sex site.
- This isn't a sex site either, Alex!

We realized immediately
that we had met before.

YOU JUST CAUGHT
MY ATTENTION...

You'll see!

WOULD YOU PLEASE
SEND ME YOUR DETAILS?

- Good evening, this is Atypic44.
- Good evening, Atypic.

I recognized you immediately.

Well...

I must confess something
unpleasant to you...

I already feel I can't hide
anything from you.

Well, I hear very bad on my left ear.
In fact nothing anymore.

So may I sit where you sit now,
so I hear you with my right ear?

You are very pretty.

Yes...

Very feminine.

I had never thought
that you're already 42.

Oh yes, I forgot, women don't
age anymore these days.

You smoke?

I've just started again.

- Do you mind the smoke?
- No.

Well... But yes.

I hope you forgive me
one more time, Antigone...

But I want
to be honest to you.

My wife died of cancer
seven years ago.

Of lung cancer.

I could never get over it.

How's the usual process?

Are we doing it right away or
do we wait for the second date?

First of all, my name isn't Antigone.
This is ridiculous.

- My name is Paule.
- Paule?

And I absolutely don't want this.
You are too old. And deaf too.

I don't know what I'm saying.
Forgive me please.

I can see that you are a very,
very kind.

It's not your fault...

it's more that
I don't believe in it.

I never believed it.

I'd rather leave.

You still love him...

He has left you...

I probably don't brag when I say,
that my living room is very nice.

Maybe a little overloaded.

A little like myself,
without doubt.

Here is my office.

On the wall are hanging
a few illustrative paintings.

Not too graphic, otherwise
my patients feel uncomfortable.

This is the couch.
I never sit on it alone.

One should keep
things apart.

Darling,
are you ready soon?

- Is it any good?
- Just one, which I gave 17 points.

A deep, vibrant and original work
with an authentic style.

I wish I'd have written
such as a student.

- Why don't you give it 18 or 19?
- Yes. Why not?

And you, dear?
You've still many patients today?

Five, I think.

- Including this pretty young woman.
- Whom?

You know whom I mean.

If you allude to this stewardess
which is certainly not my type.

I'm a little too old for a
stewardess, right?

Well, but instead
you're my captain.

Come in please.

- Very pleased.
- The pleasure is mine.

I'm used to have
the first date in a café.

I hate cafés.
Have a seat.

Will you take this?

Paule...

It doesn't suit you.

For me you'll be Chloe.

Is that okay?

You are terribly
tense, Chloe.

How long ago is it since
a man touched you?

Dad?

Aurelien...

My son.

He's a nuisance with
a mediocre personality.

- May I have money for tonight?
- What for?

We want to go to the "Baron".

- How was the math test?
- I got eleven points.

We agreed on twelve
at least.

Eleven, twelve...
It's good, right?

You want the keys
for the Audi, right?

Alright, but only you drive.
Got it?

Okay.

Well, Chloe.
Let's forget this troublemaker.

I want to see you naked.

Undress.

Take off your clothes, Chloe.
I want to see your body.

You are slim.

I like slim bodies.

You are delicately built.

Look at all that meat.

These flabby muscles.

It's disgusting.

I wasn't always like this.
Before I was slim.

I was skinny and strong.

Now I'm disgusted by myself.

Don't you find
all this buffing offensive?

Not at all.
You aren't that...

Well, I don't know.

It's your body.
It's yours.

That's enough.

I realise you didn't expect
this fat prime cut...

this pot-bellied body.

Yes? Good evening,
Antigone speaking.

- Haven't I reached Mme Zachmann?
- Pardon, yes, Paule Zachmann.

Who is it?

You said nothing will happen,
what exactly did you mean?

Well, exactly
what I said.

Paule,
we must meet.

Something important has become
clear to me, at the copier.

Oh really? What?

I think I suppressed my feelings
for you, and I've hurt you.

Not at all.
I'm not at all hurt, Bernard.

Why do you deny it, Paule?
Let's stop it please.

When I meet you,
I always get very confused.

Embarrassed.

- May I come to you now?
- No, it's not possible.

My love, don't bury
your head in the sand.

Listen, Bernard...

Now we'll hang up
and forget everything you said.

Okay?

When are you coming back?
No, stop it!

You said you were on vacation but
I bet you're chartered back again.

Okay. Listen, I have to hang up now.
I'll call you back. See you.

Black Charles. I'm pleased.
You're Antigone, right?

Yes.

A welcome kiss?

What shall we do?

We could have a coffee.

Okay.

Sorry, just one second.
It's a cousin who has problems.

Hello?

What's up?

Wait, sorry.

Antigone!

Antigone, what's going on?

Don't run away like this.

It's is just a cousin.
He has many problems.

I see that you're disappointed.
That's no big deal.

But no, not at all.
Although I must admit...

that you are a little
too serious for me.

- Too serious?
- But yes!

I know which way it goes
with women like you.

We talk, talk and talk,
have a coffee, ten coffees...

then you go home
and never call me again.

Yes, exactly!
We won't even sleep together.

But it would certainly be interesting.
That's too bad.

We don't need to do this.

I know.

Wait a minute.

I take off...

my polo shirt.

This is so beautiful.

Yes?

Are you sleeping?

- Yes.
- Already?

Yes, sure. What's up?
Is something wrong with Nina?

No.

No, no news is good news.

I'm just calling
because I felt like it...

I wanted to talk.

You know what?

I've slept with a guy,
only to see how it is.

A guy I had just met
for the first time.

I slept with him,
and it was...

it wasn't half bad.

I had such delicious sensations
in my breasts.

- Honey, who's there?
- It's no one.

- What does she want?
- It's about the divorce.

- Sleep again, honey.
- No...

Come on, tell that poor
gullible girl some lies.

We're talking about breasts,
and not about divorce.

Well, we don't talk
about your breasts.

We talk about my tiny,
50 year old breasts.

- Paule, I hang up now.
- Sorry, honey, for making trouble.

We talk another time
about the divorce. Okay?

Whenever you want to.

You still love her!

But no. What's that talk?
It's not true.

You think I'm a childish cow
with too big tits!

I... You've got beautiful,
marvellous breasts!

It's me. Please talk to Capucine.

She doesn't believe it's over
between us. Tell her.

- Capucine? You mustn't cry.
- Well, maybe, but I'm not an idiot.

I heard how you talked
about your breasts.

What, my breasts?
I have no breasts.

I have cup size 75A. Alex had
always a big problem with it.

Yes, but you were
very ambiguous with Alex.

Not at all. Besides,
I've started a whole new life.

- Oh really?
- I met a wonderful man.

She says she has a new life,
with a nice man.

Nonsense, she has only
met him five minutes ago.

Perhaps it's
love at first sight.

Stop it. This is pathetic.
It is utter nonsense.

I'm sorry, Paule,
Don't listen to him.

I know you've had a hard time.

It's very good that you want
to rearrange your life.

It also clarifies the
the whole situation.

Yes, I have
a positive period.

Good evening.

I introduce myself briefly:
My name is Forget-Me-Not...

and I descend from
the Tuareg.

I consider myself to be
a descendant of love.

I have already
a lot of experience...

but I'm always ready
and very open to the unknown...

and the charm of
a stranger like you.

I am
Crazy-for-you.

Crazy-for-you?
At what time did we have a date?

At 4pm.
And you're here.

In fact, it's 4 and I'm here.
We are here.

Excuse me, I just saw
a colleague over there.

I'll just go briefly to say Hello,
before he bothers us.

I'm Antigone.
You're Forget-Me-Not?

Yes, exactly.

Very pleased to meet you,
Antigone.

Where're you sitting?

I'm sorry, I confused
my dates...

and now I'm
in another appointment.

I see.

You're tough, huh?
Two dates at once...

Not at all.
It's not what you think.

It's a work meeting,
nothing more.

Ah, okay.

He's a colleague,
has the really big problems.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

See you.

I'm sorry,
I'm afraid I can't stay.

This colleague
has really big problems.

Wait a minute. You just cancel
your appointment with me?

- No, not at all.
- Hey, hey, hey...

I'm from Gif-Sur-Yvette.

- Gif-Sur... what?
- Yvette.

Yvette. In the country.

I've taken time off and it took
me 1.5 hours to come here.

So it would be nice,
if you stayed a little.

Not possible. Listen... It's an error.
Your turn is tomorrow.

I didn't even confirm the date,
because I wasn't quite sure.

- And besides you're not my type.
- Damn!

- I should have known.
- It's better to say it right away, no?

I saw it at once.

I saw immediately
that you are frigid.

Well,
I don't believe this.

Some random... crappy teacher bitch,
who just wants... to bullshit me!

Come on, get lost!
Fuck off!

I'm Mounir and I'm
born under a lucky star.

I'd like a whiskey
without ice.

The double date could
have worked actually.

Really.
Usually I'm too late.

Oh yeah?

But this time
I made an afford.

I didn't want to miss you.

I mean,
when I saw your profile...

I knew it could work
with us.

I love your attitude.

Which one?
Do I have an attitude?

Well, you know...

This bourgeois behaviour,
your manners...

What do you know
about my manners?

When I saw you,
I had boner at once.

It's your face.

What are your plans
for tonight, Mounir?

Tonight, well...
I could take the time.

That's incredible...

My name is Paule.
Paule Zachmann.

There was
a certain time...

in which my life was perfect:

An ideal job, an ideal husband,
an ideal daughter.

Nothing concerned me.

Nothing serious.

I used to smoke a lot.

- One pack a day?
- Two!

Happy Birthday!

All our best wishes.

May these flowers
bring you good luck.

Yes, that was good.
Come on, now blow out the candles.

Bravo!

40 is a great age!

Ah, the gifts...

Unwrap this.

What is it?

- The Essays of...
- Montaigne.

Not bad!

Surely it's from you,
Bernard.

- Thank you!
- No, it's from me!

Really? I'm sorry.

Thank you.

- This is from me.
- Thank you, darling.

And this one,
that's from him...

You'll never guess it.

- Jewellery?
- It's wrapped up so nicely.

It's certainly a ring.

- What is it?
- I think a GPS.

Wow, it's very advanced!
Where did you find it, Alex?

- From "Au Vieux Campeur".
- Yes...

When I hiking in the Andes
with two friends last year...

this was really
very useful.

Well, since
you often get lost...

She has no sense of direction.
Really, not at all.

Well, I love it.
I find it charming.

With that thing you'll save time
and never get lost anymore.

Did you actually have a GPS?

I'd need a car first,
before I get a GPS.

I'd like to eat out
with you next time.

A real date.
Would you like it?

Yes, that sounds nice.

Then we'll do it.

See you soon.

Oh, that's nice!

Shall we?

and then
U.S. Airborne Division...

and the first Battalion
French Marines.

177 French soldiers.
Imagine that.

Oh yes,
and the commandos.

The D-Day is my passion.
It's my hobby.

- What?
- Oh, nothing.

I have a great book about
World War II. Want to see it?

Yes! You bet!

Thanks, that's nice.

I graduated with
a 15 in history.

It was about Nazism. So I got
my final exams thanks to Hitler.

Where is the toilet?

Next time I'd like to
visit a classy restaurant.

We'll order a top wine.

That's what I'd like to do.

Didn't we agree on it
already last time?

You know,
this is not good.

What is not good?

You're a lovely woman.

You are neat
and pretty you are also.

It's not good for a woman to live alone
and date random guys from the web.

That concerns me.
It even disturbs me.

Otherwise we wouldn't
have met.

It's just that you need
something reliable.

There are weird people
on these sites.

Guys who use you
and just want to fuck.

Wouldn't you like,
I mean...

Get on a safer road?

"Get on a safer road?"

Shift up a gear?

Start something serious.

I have a desire for you.
A feeling of longing.

I can imagine
to buy you jewellery...

to invite you out...

Jewellery?

Well, women's stuff.

What a real woman likes.

You could move in here.

But...

Really?

But I'm not alone.
I have a daughter.

Really?

You have a daughter?

You've never told me.

It is in my profile. She's
currently on a summer camp.

How old is the girl?

The young lady is 15.

To be honest,
I don't like that.

You shouldn't have sent
her there all alone.

You've no idea what happens on
these camps, pure sex orgies.

Also, the little girl
needs a father.

Shall I move in with you?

It's late.
Can you walk me home?

It's okay, relax.
You look stressed.

Don't worry, I don't
come with all my stuff.

I won't mass up your
nice apartment.

I didn't say that.

It doesn't work
with us, no way.

It's just fucking.

Actually you're
just a whore.

Since you only came
for a fuck...

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it!

Say it:
"I'm your whore."

- Say it!
- I don't say that.

But you will! Repeat:
"I am your whore."

Come on, get lost!

Beat it!
I don't wanna see you again!

Hurry up, and fuck off!

Get out! Come on!

- What's wrong with you?
- I don't feel so good.

- You aren't pregnant?
- Pregnant? How could I?

I'm getting 50,
my guy left...

and I sleep alone
with my cat.

I'm sorry. I don't know
why I said it.

You are still
my little Paulette.

- Rachel, I can't make it.
- But of course you can.

You'll always make it.

It's over with Corinne.

Did you hear me?

It's over with Corinne.

I thought she'd be the woman
of my life, but...

- The woman of your life?
- Just what Alex was for you.

But you can't compare it.

I don't know why not.

Mom and Dad didn't like her anyway.
Like all my other brides.

Lesbians are okay...
if they're not your children.

What chit-chat is that?

Don't you notice anything?
At least not things that concern me.

No, that's not true!

Okay, since Alex is gone,
I see a you more often.

To be waked up is good for you.
It makes you more human.

Do you find me inhuman?

You are not inhumane,
you're perfect.

A perfect woman,
M'me Paule Zachmann.

Her university career, her marriage,
her life, her work.

My name is not Antigone.

It's a long time ago
since I was 42.

In one month I have
attracted 376 people.

I dated about 20 men.

Only two or three
turned out to be nice.

Several of them have
humiliated me intentionally.

And I didn't fall in love
with any of them.

One might think that
something's wrong here.

But what?

So you are Opale?

I don't know how it is for you,
but I'm tired of being a guy...

who has tried everything else
and ends up here.

I want to be honest. You
seem to be a nice person.

And I'm not sure if
I'm a nice person.

What is actually
a nice person?

Someone who is correct
and thinks reasonable.

Someone reliable.

And you aren't reliable?

For example, I shouldn't
be here with you.

I promised my 15-year-old daughter,
I'd watch her at a tournament.

But I sneaked off to spend
some time with you.

You see how I am?

I also have a
15-year-old daughter.

What would you
do in my place?

I'd like to say,
stay here...

but I advise you to go,
do what you promised.

I'm just a stranger for you.

Still.

She's my daughter.

We have a
very close relationship.

She's a
wonderful person.

She's almost
a woman already.

You are also a woman
who is full of surprises.

I'm afraid I'm
rather predictable.

Whereas you...

Me...

I know almost
nothing about you.

What do you want to
know about me, Antigone?

Dunno, I'd like to know...

What... What...
What do you read currently?

Oh, la la.

You'll probably
be disappointed.

I re-read a book that
I like very much.

"L'Astree"
by Honoré d'Urfé.

You read "L'Astree"?

I love to travel alone.
Do you?

It's as if you're
on a desert island...

while all the others swarm
on a crowded beach.

I could walk around
the whole night.

We could...

walk to the Eiffel Tower.

Or to the Seine.

Or to your home.

Don't move!
Don't move!

Where am I?

- Who are you?
- I'm a firefighter, ma'am.

- Where is Alex?
- Who?

Alex. My husband.

I took them in the Café.
It will help you.

Are you okay?

I had almost left you,
when you fainted.

I just wanted to take a Metro
in the opposite direction.

But you stayed.

I know exactly
what you think now.

No.

You don't.

May I have a look
in the closet?

I want you to wear
this one next time.

With tights.

Flesh colours.

And a bun.

Nicely put up.

What's up?

As if you're miles away.

Miles away, but happy.
Have you met someone by chance?

No, not at all.

- I bet, you have.
- I said no.

Tell now, why don't you say it?
What have I done?

- You're wrong. No.
- Liar!

Bitch!

Where're my glasses?

Are you here?

Did you have to wait?

You wouldn't have needed to come.
We'd take the Metro.

You look great!
So tall and brown!

Marek!

Excuse me, see you.

Mom, Marek.
Marek, Mom.

- Hello ma'am.
- Hello.

- Put down the fork.
- Oh, thank you.

You're welcome.

- Wait, I'll do it for you.
- Thank you.

- What did you eat the whole month?
- A little more.

It's good.
Aren't you hungry?

Don't like it?

A little old-fashioned.

It's different.

- Are you going out?
- Yes, I go out.

There's pizza in the freezer.
I hope you have fun.

I'm not sure about the fun.
I have stomach ache.

I thought you'd
be here tonight.

We haven't seen
each other for ages.

Well, I thought, we'd spend
a quiet evening at home.

There will be other evenings, dear.
And your friend is also here.

- And his name is Marik?
- Marek. - Marek!

You seem to have
a good time together.

It's wonderful
you are in love.

In love?
Are you crazy?

That's a good one! No, not all all.
Besides clings Marek too much on me.

- I want to spend the evening with you.
- Oh, come on now.

When will you be back?

It'll certainly be late.
Don't wait for me.

You can't that to us.

What do you mean?

Don't forget the pizza!

See you tomorrow!

It looks very nice.

- You're a very dangerous woman.
- It's not what you think.

He's a colleague who
has lots of problems.

I've no idea what
he's looking for.

I'm very scared.

Of what?

That something could happen,
that shouldn't happen.

That this perfect evening
could be spoiled.

But no.
What should happen?

You look very pretty.

Being drunk suits you.

But really.

Let's sit over there.

Good evening.

This place is tasteless.
Everything is so ugly.

Yes, it's ugly,
but that's intentional.

It's perfect in its tastelessness,
just perfect.

Excuse me,
I'll be right back.

Are you okay?
You look tense.

We can if you don't like it.

No it's not that.

I don't mind if it's
not up your ally.

What do you mean?

I guess you are a
more respectable type.

Bullshit!

That you have good taste.

That's even worse.

- May I have a whiskey?
- No, whiskey isn't it.

Here you drink
only champagne.

You see the man
over there?

Yes.

He looks at me all the time
with a kind of...

Certainly he finds
you very desirable.

I too find you very desirable.
I really liked you.

Make yourself comfortable.

Like this.

Spread your legs a little.

I'd be delighted to get acquainted
with such a charming woman.

My young friend and I...

find you both
very interesting.

You'll see, Paule...

This experience
will please you.

Actually, I can already
feel your pleasure.

Intensely.

My name is Paule.

Paule Zachmann.

Zachmann is my maiden name.

I wanted to keep it
when I got married.

I don't know why.

Perhaps out of habit.

Afterwards...

everything happened very fast.

Hi Dad?

Oh, my darling!

Happy Birthday!

But...

It's very late.

Where have you been?

So many people were here.

Well, it's late now.
Everybody's gone.

Happy Birthday, dear.

Our gift is here somewhere.
You'll surely like it very much.

Where were you?

- Do you even smoke now?
- We've been waiting for hours.

- Have you smoked all those?
- No, it was an exception.

You know that I don't smoke.

There she is!

Your colleague Bertrand
is really a nice guy.

- Bernard.
- Bernard...

Have you seen his bouquet?

I'm glad you two
are together again.

Very happy.

We had a nice evening. With you
it would have been even better.

It was a bit strange
without you.

- Where were you?
- Have you met someone?

No.

Like a piece of cake?

Yes, why not?

WHAT IS REALITY?

Oh no...

Three weeks is too short,
ma'am.

Can we have a biography?

At your level you could try
to create your own biography.

I won't always be there,
to give you one.

You have all the basics.

Think of such terms as
possibility and virtuality.

Why the hell did I
chose philosophy?

- Remember the Monadology course?
- No.

It could help you to reflect about
the concept of "reality".

- Reality is to admit a failure.
- Yes, exactly.

Very good.

THE SOFT SKIN

- Monsieur?
- I'd like a room, please.

- Have you booked?
- No.

I'm sorry,
But we are fully booked.

Excuse me.

You can go upstairs.

If you can wait a short while,
room 15 is soon available.

- A quarter of an hour?
- Yes.

- Listen Pierre, let's just go.
- Yes, you're right.

- Pierre, are you mad at me?
- Not at all. I see it just like you.

I didn't expect it.

We need something
for us alone.

I'll drive you home.

In The Soft Skin
I always have to cry too.

Thank you.

You resemble her,
don't you?

Who?

Her.