All language subtitles for Decalage.horaire.2002.1080p.WEB-DL.x264

Did I ever get slapped!

They caught me coming out of
Roman Holiday at a Left Bank cinema.

Not only did I skip school,
but American movies were off-limits.

Dad found them silly and Mom said
they weren't true to life.

Okay, the poor get rich,
the rich have problems,

immigrants are legalized, wars end

even the dead come back,
and whores marry millionaires.

If only it could all be true!

Andy Warhol said,
say, another American,

that everyone should be famous
for 1 5 minutes in his life.

I always felt I had a right
to a whole day.

A whole day when my life
would be like an American movie.

Ladies and gentlemen, our landing
is now foreseen in some minutes.

The outside temperature
in Paris Charles de Gaulle

is 6 degrees Celsius.

Why are we landing in Paris?

JET LAG

I’m calling from Paris.

Nothing, I’m not staying here.

Besides, it's a madhouse as usual.
Strikes, school vacation...

I’m going to Munich,
but the weather is bad.

No, it wasn't planned.
Nadia's grandmother died.

That's beside the point.
I was fond of her grandma.

Departure times are undetermined.

You must have some idea when.

Not with the strike.

-What strike?
-Public utilities,

now the air-traffic controllers.
It’s vacation!

French Rall is joining in.

Aisle or window?

The trains are on strike, too?

No aisle seats.

It’s a disaster!

-Or in the last row.
-A window's fine.

The trains, you sure?

Your ticket and baggage check.

Hang on.

You still there?

Come on, it's not that far!
I’ll pay your cab fare to mother's.

Have the taxi walt, go upstairs.

The letter is on the nightstand.

By the phone,
an envelope marked Sergio.

Take it and run.

You have the door code?

Write it down.

36B 48. Can you hear me?

No, B as in...

Oh, shit!

This can't be happening.

Be tough.
Gloria McKornick will be there.

No, the pain-in-the-ass
"food engineer".

The one who killed
our Shepherd's Pie.

She's a menace.
All she likes is Chicken Bechamel.

And, Bruno,
it's uptown this time.

On their turf, not ours.

Ciao, catch you later.

Would you mind?
Just for a local call.

I lost mine
and the phone booths are all...

It’s really urgent.
You don't mind?

Write this down. 36 B 48.

Right, B as in Bernard.

Sure, she'll give them to you.

No, you know how she is.
I’m not up to calling her now.

Whatever! That you're borrowing
a dress, my leg waxer.

Do it now. Promise! With the strike
he'll come home and find the letter.

I let it all out. I say goodbye.

Stop it! I am with...

I’m not scared, but if he shows up
here, I’m afraid I might...

I’m stuck, everything's held up.

There are no planes taking off.
Hurry!

-There's coffee. Care for a coffee?
-No, thanks.

Mind if I have a coffee?

-My cell phone?
-Sorry.

Not even a glass of water?

Are you Rose? It’s for you.

Sorry, the number
must have registered.

I’ll just be a minute.

Mom?

How did you get the number?
She shouldn't have.

I’m not at the beauty parlor today.
I’ll explain later.

You didn't do that?

How many did you take?

How many are left? The box was full!

Then it's not too serious.

No, nothing else! Not even aspirin.
You'll sleep tonight.

I can't right now.

I can't come over now.
Not today, Mom.

No little massage today.

Sure, I love you.

Give my key to Sabine.

Of course, I’m still your little girl.

Wherever I am, wherever you are.

Of course. Lots of love.

That was really sweet of you.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

ln my bag. There.

The pills are in my bag.

You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

-A problem?
-I don't know.

Sit down.

I’ll call a doctor.

I’ll massage you, it will help.
Just relax.

Don't touch me.

-You taking a plane?
-I hope so.

Stop by the drugstore.

It’s a sedative.
Only if the symptoms recur.

You mean if my heart beats fast?

-Not fast, hard.
-There a difference?

Fast is here. Hard is here.

Think I enjoy fainting?

Relax. There's no physical disorder.

If you feel faint, put your feet up.

-Feeling better?
-Fine, just fine.

-What did he say?
-Nothing.

I wanted to return your...

If I can do anything...

Everything is fine, thanks.

-Goodbye.
-I wanted to tell you...

Go easy on those pills.
It’s habit-forming and...

And while you were...

No, nothing. Goodbye.

Nadia!

What message?

No, I didn't get any messages.

Hang on, someone's trying to call.

Sabine who?

Rose who?

Ahh, Rose!

No, Rose isn't here.

I don't know. How should I?

What?

Repeat that.

Sergio? Who's Sergio?

I’ve had enough. I can't help you.
I’m taking a plane.

I’m sorry, but...

That's right. Goodbye, ma'am.

Hello? Nadia?

Shit!

-It’s tiring. I’m stressed out.
-Are you?

You have to understand me.

We'll take a vacation.

We need a month off together.

Wherever you want.
You decide where.

I put in for vacation.

It’s just to say,
Sergio's on his way.

Apparently in a rage,
out of control.

Your friend said to warn you.
Sabine. That her name?

I think she ran into him
at your place.

She says he's dangerous.

Meet Sergio.

I’m sorry, I don't...

Felix. Felix Doumergue.

This will teach me a lesson.

-Sorry, that was dumb of me.
-Who's he?

Nobody. Tell him.

We're total strangers.

Sit down, have a drink.

No, no.

Sit down!

Sergio.

Sergio.

What will it be?

Lemon soda.

Lemon soda, please.

-Let me explain...
-Don't bother.

Let him!

I have a flight, sorry.

I’ll explain, then.

See this woman? Look at her.

At first glance she's not bad.
Dressed up, perfumed, a real doll.

I’ll come home, Sergio.

Shut up, bitch!

You don't know her?
Let me tell you.

She's a bitch. A slut.

A rotten liar, a chicken.

You're pathetic.
And that bitch, your friend Sabine,

always butting in.
What crap did you tell her?

Stop it! I said I’d come home.

Sure, you will!
You never had the balls to split!

Listen...

You'll see!

The best day of my life
is when I had you abort.

-Son of a bitch!
-What?

Fuck off, bitch! I’d croak
before I’d have your child!

Scram, you lousy slut!

My God! Are you hurt?

Beat it. What are you doing?

Here. You're bleeding.

Could you put
your seatbelt on, please?

Bring your seat up.
Thank you.

What would you like to drink?

Just wake me up
when we land, okay?

Sure.

Sir? Wake up, sir.
We have to get off the plane.

Are we back in Paris?

You never left, sir.

A computer failure.
All planes are grounded.

First class passengers
are being put up at the Hilton.

Duck a l'orange is different!

Shepherd's Pie needs foil containers.
l told you a hundred times.

Did you get Marsha Lipton? Insist!
She's a star in the mid-west.

No, I can't get out
of this goddamn country.

Nothing works here,
planes, trains, computers...

Except sleeping pills.
And vacations.

They're overtaxed, unemployed,
at war, and they go on vacation!

I’m spending the night.
Call you tomorrow.

I don't know.
I got to be in Munich by 3.

No, 3 p.m.
Speak to you later.

Care for some?

No, thanks.

-A Schoolboy?
-A what?

A chocolate-covered cookie.

No, thanks.

I wanted to thank you.
If it weren't for you...

No, I never should have...

No, honestly.

You're still here, too?
Is it a problem?

I mean, is your trip urgent?

Sure, it is.

Because for me right now,

an hour more or less...

While you were in the infirmary...

American Airways passengers
for Munich.

Your bus is here.

-Goodbye, then.
-Goodbye.

I have a room at the Hilton.

There must be two beds.
You'd be more comfortable than here.

Forget it.

No, it's very nice of you.

True, a real bed would be...

Prefer the window?

This side's fine.

I prefer near the door.

Okay by me.

Smells drive me nuts,
especially stale smoke.

Do you smoke?

No, no.

Hungry?

You can take off your coat.

-Here are some towels.
-Thank you.

Mister?

Mister, can you hear me?

Are you okay?

Oh, my God!

I’m fine. I fell asleep, that's all.

-Did I hurt you?
-I was asleep.

-On the floor?
-Yes, on the floor.

Maybe it's those pills.
Did you take more?

I know all about them.
A relative of mine...

It’s jet lag. I don't even know
the time. And my pressure...

-Your what?
-My blood pressure.

-Your blood tension!
-That's it.

I haven't had lunch.

Dinner. Me neither.

What do you want?

Nothing, really.

Artichoke salad. Are they fresh?

Then tomato salad and ham.
Is it fresh cut?

A chicken breast, then.
Only drumsticks?

Then ham it is. And French bread.

Not cut, nice and crisp.
How about you?

-Honestly, no.
-Make it for two.

In that case I’d prefer...

Hang on.

"Hare and venison terrine
with pistachios,

with a pepper mousse and feathered
endives with nuts and Roquefort..."

A hare terrine.
Vinaigrette on the side.

And fruit.
Not a cocktail, just fruit.

ln whatever you like.
A basket, fine!

And a Calon-Ségur, '96.

Everything's so complicated
in this country.

-Aren't you hot?
-I was cold earlier.

No wonder, there's no air.

-Just a few minutes.
-Aren't you a bit claustrophobic?

It’s strong.
What is it, your perfume?

Maybe I put too much on.
It’s my own blend, with jasmine.

I’ll wash my hands.

If you don't mind.
Because I’m somewhat allergic.

Bad weather conditions
all over Europe.

In addition to this,

the situation is aggravated
by several strikes.

At Paris airports,
a million travelers

are stranded
by an air controller's strike.

I thanked you because

without you, I’d have
gone back with him.

I'd have gone back with him
if you hadn't arrived.

At the cafeteria, I’d have
fallen for it once again.

It’s none of my business.

I just emailed you.
You get Marsha Lipton?

Why won't she do the show?

What a bitch! Typical anal American!

She's right about TV.
With her hairdo

and beady eyes,
she's more fit for radio.

I’m not sleeping.
Call when you like.

I’m wide awake, in fact. Ciao.

Are you in the restaurant business?

Sort of.

Are you a chef?

I used to be. Now I run
a frozen foods company.

I travel a lot, I do consulting,
because we belong to a larger firm...

Anyway...

You're not too sure what you do.

I’m just saying that
because lots of people...

They're so stressed out,
they forget what they do.

And what do you do?

It’s a little complicated.

I’m doing a season...

We don't have to talk. I have work
to do. Maybe you do, too.

My line of work takes two.

You asked, I’m telling you:
I’m a beautician.

Makeup, massage, waxing,

facials, reflexology...

What's that?

Feet. Points on your feet
match an organ...

It’ll take Mr. Clean
to get all that off.

My makeup?

For me it's like clothing.

I feel naked without it.

A quirk of the trade, I suppose.

Once again, I’m meddling.

No, on the contrary,

if we don't get involved
in other people's lives...

we end up very lonely. Don't we?

It’s you!

"Fine culsine."

Pronounce it the French way, or...

It doesn't rhyme?

It’s mainly for marketing.
It sounds...

-French.
-And diet-like.

Not for Americans.
They don't understand.

But they figure
it's the gourmet-medical trend.

Is it good?

It’s the latest. It’s brand new.

It’ll be presented
in stores next week.

Plus TV and the web.

-So that's it.
-That's what?

Why you're so nervous.
Your fits...

-Look, Sabine.
-Rose. But I talk too much.

Just a few minutes!
Do you mind?

The Popular Front is on the march.

Step one:
The two main union federations,

the C G T and the C G TU,
merge at the Congress of Toulouse.

Daladier and the Radical Party

join the popular movement.

Had enough?

I could watch for hours.
I love history.

My parents are communists.

Come in!

Sit down.

No, we'll split it.

-Forget it.
-Bon appetit.

Thank you.

Been living abroad a long time?

Is it so obvious?

You don't even know Schoolboys.

Yes, it's been a while.
And I don't miss it.

Lemon soda, French bread.
Isn't that being a bit nostalgic?

Not nostalgic, cautious.

True, people eat anything.

For instance, I don't like beef,
but I love veal.

Calves come from cows and steers.
But no one talks about veal.

Have any inside information on veal?

Not really, except that steers
don't sire calves.

-A steer is...
-What about it?

A steer is...

Of course. Anyway,
I’ve decided I don't care.

Does it scare you?

What scares me is
mediocrity mixed with complications.

In the kitchen, it spells disaster.

Not only in the kitchen.

-Want some?
-No, thank you.

Your relationship with Sergio,
did it last long?

12 years.

I'd like to understand.

What goes on in the mind of a broad
who suddenly decides to take off?

Sergio came home today
like every day...

He wasn't supposed to. It’s
the strike. He's a train engineer.

What set it off?
Why today of all days?

I found work, a season
at "Las Brisas" hotel in Acapulco.

Overnight?

No, last month.

A month of lying.

I didn't lie, I said nothing.

For a month in bed
you pretended to...

Pretended to what? Go on, say it!

Pretended to...

Come on, have some guts. Say it!

Pretended to have orgasms?
Is that it?

It’s a spicier subject than veal.

That's why you invited me.
Not for sex, or to be nice.

You're not a nice man
If you were, I wouldn't be here.

That's for sure.

-Meaning?
-Forget it.

You're right.

Let's take advantage of it.
We'll never meet again.

You couldn't care less
what I think of you,

and, honestly,
what you think of me...

I don't give a damn.

So go ahead.

Ask me whatever you're dying to ask.

Okay, then.

For a month you faked orgasms
with a man you no longer love?

Wouldn't you like to know?

You're the one...

I’ll tell you.

I’ve been faking orgasms

for a very long time
with a man I still love.

Happy now?

Your turn.

Come on!

Okay, then.

Besides the remote, when was the last
time you touched a sensitive spot?

8 months, almost 9.

Is it obvious?

You can't even stick
to one language.

I don't see what the...

Americans don't know Shepherd's Pie.

The French are jerks.
Pills for all occasions.

You may be a bit...

A bit what? Go on, say it.

You're playing dumb.

People can be multilingual, no?

People travel. Things
have changed since the 30s.

The web, globalization,
terrorism, ring a bell?

Well, I like smells.

Not only nice smells.

Perspiration, newsprint,
tobacco, even stale.

That's life.

The web has no smell.
True, globalization is a mystery.

Going to Mexico is a start.

I don't give a damn about Mexico.
I just don't know where to go.

The empty apartment, the letter,
it's so cowardly.

It’s pathetic, it's tacky.

It’s not a breakup, it's a kiss-off,
a getaway. It sucks.

The apartment's not empty.

I left everything as it was.

This pig died for nothing.
The ham is lousy.

That's why I’m here.

You can't stand people,
but can't stand being alone.

That must be tough.

I deal with it fine.
Don't worry about me.

-Why the trip to Germany?
-For a funeral.

-Someone close?
-Close to someone close.

While in the infirmary...

What are you doing? What's that?

Vinaigrette.

On the side!
Olive oil and lemon, I said.

Sorry.

It’s dripping. There's way too much!

Why didn't you say so earlier?

I didn't come here just
to have some weirdo

give me a third-degree and lectures.
Enough lectures!

You don't know what cowardice is!
So shut up!

Anyhow, I always get things wrong.

People and things.

It’s cheap vinegar.
We'll make another vinaigrette.

I’m so sorry.

At last!

l was sick of that voice mall.

I’m still stuck in Paris.

Don't say that, Nadia.
Your grandmother meant a lot to me.

So? Three times meant a lot.

She still sent me Christmas cards,
and birthday cards.

You're the one twisting things.
You're erasing the past.

It’s not erased. Not for me.

So, it's been 9 months.
And I’m breaking down now!

That's life.

Oh, really?

Yes, I hear you. He'll be there?

So, we'll meet.

So, what if he doesn't! I came first!

I’m an ex. I exist!
An ex is a human being,

you can't blot them out,
ban them from funerals,

deny their sorrow, and all that.

So? I’ve always had anxiety attacks.

Yes, I’m insisting!

Felix, you hear me?

Hello?

I can't hear anything.

I can't hear you. Hello, Nadia?

I can't hear anything.
I can't hear you.

The hairdryer's broken.

I put my pantyhose on the radiator.
Once they're dry, I’ll leave.

What's the matter?

You okay?

I... While you...

I tasted your vinaigrette.

It’s good.

A very good vinaigrette.

Really?

Do you really mean it?

That's no reason to cry.

I cry easily, even
when I hear the Marseillaise.

Cry as much as you like.

There, I’ve stopped.

l stopped.

Kindness, even fake,
is my weak spot.

It’s the last thing I need!

Stay natural. Ogres put me at ease.

You saw how well
I took your Mr. Clean put-down?

Yet it was pretty low.
But I was perfect.

And complexity coupled with...
What was it?

Mediocrity.

-That was a put-down, too.
-Not at all.

It rolled right off me,
as if I didn't understand.

So be yourself. I can take it.

Let's turn in.

Go ahead. I won't make a sound
on my way out.

-If this can be of use...
-I’m okay, thanks.

l broke your mirror.

I’m not superstitious.

-Do you love Nadia?
-Excuse me?

-The one who called?
-It’s complicated.

If you want to screw up
someone's life, you still love them.

What was that?

She called earlier.

She just called.

No, while you were at the infirmary.

You spoke to Nadia?

l told her
you were at the infirmary.

Why did you say that?

But you were. I wanted to
reassure her. I tried to tell you.

Who asked you to reassure her?
She was worried? What did she say?

What's this about ruling her life?

It didn't make much sense.

You already tried ruling
her life once before.

She's better now.
She's starting a new life.

I don't think
she wants to see you.

What business is it of yours?
What would you know about all this?

Forget it. What do I know?

I’m lost, too.

I’m out of it.
I don't know anymore.

Who is right, who is wrong.

Sorry.

No, it's good.

What's good?

Thaw out a little. Soften up.

Did it ever occur to you
that the duck in orange sauce

frozen and locked in its plastic bag
might be you?

I hadn't made the...

Well, as for me,

I’ve scored a point.

I didn't rush to comfort you.
I’ve scored a point.

Congrats.

I’m a sucker for bastards
who hurt me.

-Did I hurt you?
-It’s good practice.

Was she your wife?

No, my wife was two others.

It’s polyester. It’s almost dry.

I left the first one.
The second left me. So far...

A nice balance.

Is breakfast so important?

Nutritionally, it's the most...

It was Nadia's obsession.
ln her letter...

She left me a letter, you see.

l figured.

"A man you can't share
breakfast with."

It’s my problem. Is it so bad?

If it's only that...

When I wake up in the morning,
l need silence, solitude.

The crumpled sheets, the small talk,
the knowing gazes, the smells.

I can't handle it! I just can't.

So, the fact is,

what gets it up at night,
brings it down in the morning.

I don't know what I’m saying.
I usually wouldn't use...

-If I’d used words like that--
-What if you had?

All that stuff...

Children, breakfast,
major things, minor details.

When you love someone,
you don't think. You give your all.

Even if that includes
getting beaten up?

Okay, then.

Thanks a lot.

Good luck.

Goodbye.

-Can I get a taxi?
-Yes, where to?

Don't bother.

Rue de Villiers, please.

-You forgot your...
-Thanks.

Where are you going?

Home.

Back to the lunatic?

To my mother's.

At your age! Hasn't
she busted your balls enough?

Get off my back! Drive, please.

Hold on!

Go on. It’s your specialty,
the Stockholm Syndrome.

Haven't had your dally fix?

Fuck off!

Get away from me!
Mind your own business!

And your bags, will they go
to Mexico by themselves?

Room 82 7. You still serving?

Not even room service.

We've tried room service.
Where's the kitchen?

You got $100, I mean 100 Euros?

There were all these crates
of parsley on the floor.

They'd delivered 20
instead of two or three...

So, I’m alone in the kitchen,
it's midnight.

Honestly...

Acapulco or the Paris suburbs...

So, it's midnight...

I’m alone in the kitchen.

I reduce the parsley.

20 crates!

I open the fridge.

There's cauliflower, frogs' legs.
We always had frogs' legs.

They were on the menu,
sautéed in garlic.

I sear the cauliflower,
I sear the frogs' legs,

roll them in the parsley sauce.

I brown the whole thing,
toss it in a casserole.

I cover it, let it cook slowly
in the oven for an hour,

80 minutes, to be precise.

I taste it.

Amazing!

Neither nouvelle cuisine,
nor traditional. Totally original.

I went wild!

Dad appears,
chef's hat and all.

He'd had a drink with customers.
Not drunk, never!

He comes up to me.
"What's this?"

I was 17, an apprentice.
He didn't trust me with anything.

He made me study bookkeeping,
stuff I hated, even if later...

But I believed in myself.

I said something dumb.

I said, "Dad, it's a miracle!
It’s like penicillin, due to an error!"

Okay, it was dumb.

He sat down like a customer.

"Go ahead."

I served him.

I was petrified.

He turned to me and said:

"Too much parsley,
not enough garlic."

The jerk!

There was no garlic,
that was the point.

He didn't get it.
My frogs' legs were great!

I'd done something great
and it drove him nuts.

Don't! Try my mignons.
It’s veal, to boot!

-And the frogs?
-That's the star, the raw material.

You got to sublimate the product.
The rest is bullshit.

Hand me the sesame seeds.

When I opened my N.Y. restaurant,
the Times wrote:

"Felix has transcended the frog."

You staying, you leaving?

What's the trend?

I don't know.

ln any event,
it's the first time in my life

no one knows where I am.

-Well?
-It makes me feel...

I feel a little...

Like new?

A little like new, yes.

Is that balsamic?

Soy sauce.

That will do.

You know what cowardice is?

Not daring to have
a child on one's own.

I think it's not daring
to have a child together.

Did your father ever admit
he was wrong?

I left the next day. I haven't seen
him, or my mother's grave, since.

So, at 17, straight
from Burgundy to N.Y.?

No, first I traveled around,

worked on ships,
in the Caribbean, then...

How did you know?

Know what?

I never mentioned Burgundy.

I looked at your passport.
I didn't snoop.

That's nosy. It sucks.

I looked at yours.

-When I broke your mirror.
-You're the snoop!

Does your frozen food
taste like this?

Not really.

Why did you close the restaurant?

My wife screwed the maître d',
her kids robbed the till.

-I fell out with the laundry mafia.
-That exists?

$ 1 0,000 per month for protection
and clean tablecloths.

My frozen foods business
is quoted on the stock market.

I make a lot, in dollars.

Lost a lot, too, but anyway...

What's that...?

What's that gold brush in your case?

The "Golden Brush"!

You really did snoop.

The Nobel Prize for makeup.

There was a ceremony at the Ritz.

You're really good, then?

They didn't even come.
They thought it was a joke.

I’m from a family of teachers.
So grim!

At home everything
was black and gray, even the TV.

So, a beautician daughter...
But Rose is a name full of color.

I’m named after Rosa Luxembourg.

One day, when I was around 1 0,
I described my dream house.

Did I get slapped!
It was quite a house.

What's the matter?

I feel responsible for you.
I don't know why.

No, I do know.

Without me, would you
have gone back to him?

No. Or maybe yes.

But I don't feel like thanking you.

I’m not asking you to.

So, what was this house like?

-Mr. Doumergue? Going to Munich?
-Yes.

Your plane's leaving.
I’ve looked all over for you.

Well, goodbye.

-Stay as long as you like.
-Thank you.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Sabine, I suppose
you're asleep. Listen,

if you kept that cell phone number,
when you get this message,

call me back at 0149 197777.

Room 827. It’s kind of urgent.

This was Rose. It’s 5 a.m.

This may sound...

Don't say a thing.

Don't say a thing.

I was freaking out upstairs.

I wanted to, I don't know,
just touch you maybe once.

It’s not sexual, I swear.
I don't want to sleep with you.

-I swear!
-I believe you.

But in that room there was
such a feeling.

Such a...

Such a void. Even if it wasn't
because of you. Of that I’m sure.

I understand.

You don't miss me
and it's not me you want to...

It would be a terrible idea,
honestly.

We're both miserable.
We have nothing in common.

-We do, we're both miserable.
-True.

It’s as if I were...

Really, I don't think...

I’ve only had one man.
One and a half.

Me neither. I’m not in the mood.

We've said so much.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Hello. Nadia?

No, I’m still in Paris.

Because of the fog.
We almost left an hour ago.

I know the snow stopped in Munich.
Now it's Paris.

At 8 a.m. supposedly, but...

You sure? You were
so against it yesterday.

It’s as if fate
were working against us.

Okay, right.
Directly at the cemetery.

See you tomorrow.
I mean, later.

Rose, I don't have the key!

Open the door.

Interesting life.

Flying all this way to bury someone
you never cared about,

to find somebody you let go
since you didn't care either.

Just great!

Three breakups and a funeral?

Keep it up and good luck!

Okay, I came back
because of the fog.

But if you only knew
how happy I was.

I was so glad
the plane didn't leave,

thrilled to come back here
and find you,

and your jasmine smell, and
spend two more hours with you.

We have two hours, Rose.

Let's spend them together, please.

It’s been so long since I’ve wanted
to spend two hours with anyone.

Even if...

Even if...?

Even if I’m dead on my feet.

Me, too.

Gate 34, that way.
Mine's not posted yet.

We have time for coffee.

You sure?

I’ll put her on. It’s for you.

Sabine! Yes, the message.

I checked out.
The plane's finally leaving.

I’ll buy the papers. Want any?

Meet you at the café.

It took ages,
but things are running again.

I was wondering...

What was that house like?

A pinkish roof, blue shutters,

a weeping willow, ivy everywhere,
a linden tree.

Very bourgeois, not original at all.

Look, I have to go.

I’ll call you when I arrive.
Lots of love.

What would you like?

Don't you like it?

Breakfast is a problem for me.

Your attention, please.

We invite all passengers
travelling to Munich

on American Airways flight 2034
to proceed immediately to the gate.

Stop here.

I’ll walk from here.

Acapulco airport. Yes.

I’m sorry to disturb you.
I’m calling from Paris.

I would like to speak with Air France.

Could you make a sign
and write something on it?

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Rose, it's Felix.

It’s Felix. Call me.

-ls it you?
-Yes.

It is for you.

Thank you.

Cell phone PIN code
"1954"

Rose, it's Felix.

One night, an airport,

a man, a woman.
No, I won't be a memory, Rose.

Fuck logic.

So, life isn't a Hollywood movie
with a happy end.

So, what if I keep
switching languages!

We have to invent
our own happy end.

Anyway, as someone said,

it all depends on
when you stop the movie.

Well, let's stop
the movie now, Rose.

Wherever you are,
whether it's night or day,

there must be palm trees,
music, the sea, and all that jazz.

But I'm waiting here. I forgot,
I'm in Burgundy, at my father's.

It's a house I'm sure you'll like.

Catch the next plane.

I'll be at the airport.
The place grew on me.

I'll get a room at the Hilton
and walt for every flight.

Fuck fine cuisine.

Oh, I almost forgot,
I'm totally in love with you.

I won't promise anything.
I mean, I promise you everything.

You can reach me at
0460 015010. This is Felix.

Call me.

Please, sir, back to the airport.

The airport, please.

Let's go. Thank you.