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You come to pick me up, then you're off.

That was brief!

See you later.

You wait now at school exits?

Bitch !

Well, l think. . .

What l'm trying to say: you're crazy.

It's not my birthday

and there are only 15 candles.

Tell me, Vincent, how long has it been that we now know each other?

Tomorrow 3 days for sure.

So for our 3 days!

It's empty, no more!

It's so sad in here. I want music, fuck!

Come and dance!

Hey, get up! Shit. Come on!

Shit! Wait!

Come on, get up!

Move!

Who's that?

My Mom.

It would be 15 years today that she's gone.

Someone is missing.

My father.

Let me show you my bed.

Hi, Thomas!

- How is everything? - It's all good.

- Can you see my eyes? - No. You sure don't look fresh.

Yeah !

What happened to you?

Too many nightmares.

We've heard you partying last night.

How was it?

Not bad.

Rather tiring.

- Hello, my darlings. - Hi.

Could you come by later and help me with my homework?

Yes, little man, yes!

No problem.

You have a nice day.

And near the bed, on the bed-side table,

there's that fourth photo,

only it cannot be easily seen in the obscurity.

Is it a child, a boy or a young man?

in the darkness of the room, it throws a concentrated look

of a touching graveness,

one can see in children's. . .

The woman is good, she wants to be fucked.

Though slightly fat, her ass does her credit,

and I savored her many times, that ass,

those tits. . .

what a nest for our caresses!

I'm kissing her. . . I'm kissing her while on my knees. I lick her straight,

and in the same time, my fingers go through other wells.

And those beautiful breasts, what a turn-on.

Then he squeezes that ass again, especially in bed.

Like the stimulant that flows through

the depths of our guts. . .

Are you there, Gregory?

. . . The woman lives with her ass, she is twisting it,

teasing the eye of a young man.

That is why Rousseau advises men

not to visit these ladies from time to time.

- I didn't quite get it. - And it's much better that way.

I can explain.

I'll see you later.

And you, go back to work.

- Can you. . . - What?

Can you get me. . .

You're naughty!

- What's this? - Looks like a salad, no?

- I'll go get the desert. - Wait!

Wait, take the plates, help me out a little.

There you go.

You're sure not to be a bit too hard on him?

It's not always easy for me either. I try my best to spend time with him.

He knows that, but he needs you.

Hey, you're talking about me again.

Well done! Your cake looks great!

Just the way you like it!

Don't patronize me.

I'm not a baby no more.

It's perfect!

- You left it long enough to bake? - Well, that's how I like it.

Me, too.

Here you are.

I'll go watch TV in my room.

You want some? It's more a chocolate mousse than a cake.

- His cake is great. - Pass me your plate.

You're such a pain sometimes.

His cake is real good.

We need to talk.

About what? Your job, your vacation?

Don't play me for a fool.

We're doing pretty well, the three of us, aren't we?

Too much happiness depresses me.

I have enough being alone. Do you understand?

I'm not ready yet to live with someone, come back home every night,

go on vacation, be a father.

He never had a father anyway. And now, it's too late for that.

Bottle-feeding time is over.

And here we go again! Every time, it's exactly the same thing.

I think you're doing this on purpose; it's like a slap on my face.

Come on. Stop.

Don't pretend you don't know it's true.

If I'm here now with you, it means a lot.

I make an effort.

I know, but. . .

But what?

- We should wait. - Wait for what?

For some time to go by.

You're always repeating the same thing. I know this by heart.

I know.

Your age never bothered me.

Same for me.

When you were 18. . .

- This is going too far, don't you think? - No, I don't.

I love you.

I love you, that's all.

It's hard to accept not being with you all of the time.

But I'm here, ain't I?

Yes, when you're not with God knows who.

Shit!

It's hard for me, too.

You don't seem to understand that.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Gotta go.

Always secrets. What's up with that?

Nothing, nothing.

You're not staying?

I'm just a kid, don't forget!

- Take this book. - Nice. . . Thanks.

Good night!

Good evening.

Perfect timing!

Come with me.

I want to show you something. You'll see.

Close your eyes.

Don't cheat.

Don't cheat.

Now you can look.

So what do you think? It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's a gift from Ann.

Not bad.

I prefer naked women,

or if absolutely necessary, with just a cotton panty and a pair of white socks.

You really don't know a thing about women.

I know you're so damn beautiful.

I sure hope so.

A face was now above him. He seemed to have recognlzed it.

Wasn't it as pretty as the mother's face,

as sweet as the one of our first love,

or mysterious as if when hurt. . .

in the meanwhile, the silent conversatlon of angels. . .

What's your problem?

I don't have one.

Yes you do.

Nope!

I wanted to see you.

You need advice?

From you? No thanks.

I'll turn down this shit music.

Are you OK?

So princess,

with whom do you sleep tonight?

A Texan, or maybe a black dictator?

A new guy, a Russian, he paid in advance and in dollars.

But i'd prefer clients like you.

It ain't the same thing.

I'm still young. I can get almost everything for free.

Macho! Help me study. The exam is in three days.

Right! I'm out of here.

Shalimar. . . reminds me of Juliet.

You Ann, you change every day. It sucks.

On the contrary.

Good night.

Bye! And you'd better study!

Well, you'd be surprised, but I don't know a damn thing.

Ask me a question, you'll see.

So!

So that's a ban sign.

A ban sign, that's not an answer.

Cars banned.

All the vehicles not allowed. You're hopeless.

Here I got a question.

If you can't get this one right. . .

Parking not allowed.

That wasn't hard enough.

This one!

Here you need to explain in which order these cars can move on.

This is the one I don't understand.

There's this red car,

and then I guess the blue.

Yes, hello.

No, you're not disturbing.

OK, if you want.

I'll see you later.

Who was it?

If I tell you, you'll. . . Let's go back to work.

No more. You have to go?

No, I'm not in a hurry!

You're going to see your sugar daddy?

Well I'm out of here.

And ask him to help you if he still remembers the highway code.

What was it you wanted to ask me tonight?

Good night, Ann.

- Hands up, or you're dead! - You jerk!

Man, you'll never change.

You scared the shit out of us.

It's not your company I'm looking for.

I needed to clear up my mind.

For once!

I propose the silence,

the silence. . .

We shall not leave.

Let's take again the path of my vice,

the vice that grew with all of us,

as soon as we reached the age of reason.

It goes up to the sky, hits me,

knocks me over, drags me around.

The last innocence and the last timidity.

Now it has been said,

I cannot reveal to the world my disgusts and my betrayals.

Go now!

March!

Take away the veil, the desert,

the boredom and the anger.

The boredom, the anger, the temptation,

as well as the madness I know only too well,

All that burden is now left behind.

Let's appreciate, without feeling dizzy,

the sprawling of my innocence.

I'm not asking for a prayer.

I'm so abandoned that I offer to any divine image my fervor.

If God would only reward me with the heavenly peace,

or an ancient prayer.

That is the execution of my religion,

and I am a slave of my christening.

Parents, thus you made me unhappy and through me, yourself.

My self-sacrifice, my marvelous charity,

here on Earth, de profundis domine.

The continuous masquerade!

My innocence would make me cry.

Life is the masquerade.

Thomas, it's horrible.

- Caroline! - She isn't there.

It's Caroline.

What's going on? Where is she?

I'm going to explain it to you. . .

When is she coming back?

Move along, you're in the way.

The hospital. . .

An accident. It was an accident.

We informed the school. Calm down.

It's impossible!

What is it?

I have bad news.

- I'll go get Greg. - She is dead.

I'm so sorry. She is dead.

Not dead!

We should leave.

I think it's enough for a few days.

We can always come back and get some more.

Leave your things in here.

Anyway, I got the key if you should need anything else.

Regarding your key, I need to get it back.

- But I want to keep it. - Yeah, you should let him have it.

I'm very sorry, but l have to take it back.

But why? I prefer it that way.

It's impossible. That's the way it goes.

There is nothing to be done about it.

Listen, Madame, it's ridiculous. I don't see the problem.

Listen both of you, I want it now.

You are the only one authorized.

Then I give it to him.

Stop it right now!

Who are you to decide?

Stop immediately. That's the way it is.

Easy now. . .

Don't worry, I have a copy at my place.

You're not a family member, you're nothing.

Be careful!

He allows me to have the key, so you take this one.

I'll keep my duplicate.

I'll be obliged to report it.

Right. Now leave us alone.

We are already running late, I don't think. . .

Who cares what you think. Go! Leave us alone!

- You shouldn't be making trouble. . . - Go! Go!

God, what a bitch!

I don't know what to say. It's tough, but I'm here for you.

Why can't I stay with you?

You know how it is. . . That's the law.

Don't worry. I'll take care of things.

You're not going to stay in a home.

They promised to find you a nice family.

In the meantime, I'll make the request that you stay with me. OK?

Now you need to be courageous and patient.

Don't think about the present.

You can sometimes think about the past,

but most of all think about the future.

The future.

Caroline wouldn't like to see you sad.

Now we're all by ourselves, but we're going to make it.

I went only on the other side. I am you.

- The life. - You are me.

Life needs. . . death.

What we used to be, one for the other, is still there. It will never change.

Give me the name that you always did.

This morning, when I woke up I had a bowling ball in my stomach.

Life means. . .

- The mystery of love. . . - And if this was all in my dreams. . .

A heart that beats and then fades away.

But first the ecstasy. . .

I push the door.

I get inside. l'm not far.

- I breathe. - Just on the other side. . .

You see?

- Everything is good. - My eyes are red.

I'm alone. Now l know it.

One should accept.

Are you hungry?

No.

I skipped school.

Come closer.

Closer.

Hold me tight.

It's six o'clock.

The sun goes down,

but I'm not going anywhere.

It's very simple:

an accident in the mountains and no more parents.

Apparently, they will reappear one day.

Because the mountains always give back what they've taken.

I hope to be dead that day.

Come on, eat!

Eat!

- I'm not hungry. - Come on. lt's good for you.

- Eat a little bit. - I'm not hungry.

Eat!

- It sucks. - What does?

Eat her titties!

- Eat her titties! - Come!

Eat me then!

There you go.

Trust me, I know this shit by heart.

He's got no family, no one.

There's no way I can get the custody.

They promised to find him a nice family. He'll forget.

It's not right.

- You should tell him the truth. - Give me a break.

Tell me Vincent,

how long has it been that we've known each other now?

Three weeks. And at least three or four days that we stayed in.

I need to give a sign of life.

But first, we sleep.

It's you. What a nice surprise.

I dropped by to see if you were OK.

As you can see.

- You're not alone? - No.

What about your mail?

I don't give a shit.

- Do you need. . . ? - I need. . . nothing.

I was thinking about you. . .

I'm here for you, don't hesitate to. . .

- Bye Ann. - Bye.

Why, what do we have here?

Are you traveling alone?

You didn't punch your ticket?

Were you running late?

Actually, I was with my dad, and then our car broke down.

He put me on the train so I don't miss school tomorrow.

My mom will pick me up at the arrival.

All right.

Have a safe trip.

There are seats available in the back.

Goodbye, Sir.

During the long hours, his eyes were getting lost in this face,

that was stranger than any other

and yet so famlilar.

He finally had the impresslon of recognizing his own face,

reading in its loneliness, the loneliness of his soul.

it was the same sorrow as the one in his eyes. . .

Greg, what are you doing here?

Aren't you pleased to see me?

Of course I am, I'm just surprised.

I'm sorry. I'm really tired.

I've just arrived, directly from the train station. I knew I'd find you.

- Where did you come from? - Dijon.

I did write. Didn't you get my letters?

It's been a while I didn't open my mail.

I called, too.

l didn't answer the phone.

If I get this right, you took off!

I hoped you'd be happy to see me. I was wrong.

But I am.

This can't happen again. It's not possible, Greg.

I don't want to go back there. I want to stay with you.

That's enough. Make an effort. This is not going to fix things.

- I've told you, I'll take care of it. - You didn't do a thing yet.

- What? - You didn't do a thing.

I did, but it's not simple. No, it isn't.

We can't always get what we want. There are no other options.

You said you'd find a way.

It ain't possible, no. . .

And the truth is that it'll probably never happen.

I'm not a good guy. It's not me who can make you happy.

Stop looking at me like that, I'm just telling you what l really think.

Make sure not to say anything about your trip to Paris.

Don't mention my name.

I really can't do anything.

Bye, now.

Hi, it's me.

Yeah, it's me. I'll be there in a minute.

Are you coming?

What's the matter?

- And what is this? - This is a car.

Well yes, it's Charley who gave it to me. Are you jealous?

But you can't even drive. You still didn't pass the test.

Well, I'm learning.

Where are we going?

Shopping.

Tell me about the boy.

- What do you think? - I don't care.

He doesn't care.

- And you? Hope you do. - It looks fabulous.

- Let me show you something else. - I'll try it on.

This one?

No? OK.

Stop making that face. There's nothing I can do.

I already have a police record.

I'm not the one.

How does this one look on me?

On the other hand, you shouldn't let this boy down.

You need to get your shit straight,

to find out if you have balls or not.

I don't know, Thomas, get it together.

Think it over!

Hello.

I have an appointment.

I'm coming.

Hello.

I'm glad to see you again.

You don't waste time, do you?

Here you are to see me,

and without notice.

I'm surprised and very confused.

You were her best friend.

She talked to me about you a lot.

I feel very concerned about the situation.

It's a very serious matter.

- You do know I have a husband. - I do.

- And children. - I know that too.

This is the only way.

Trust me, I didn't find another solution.

He wants to live with me.

He should be adopted by someone who's willing to let him see me

whenever he feels like it, and also let him have his space.

This could be possible only with a family. . .

that truly understands the situation.

That's why I thought of you.

It's a huge responsibility.

Listen Lawrence, I know I'm asking a lot but this is the only way.

I realize that something should be done.

- I can't give you an answer right now. - You can.

No.

Shit!

I lost my key. You got yours?

No, mine is inside.

Great!

It won't take long.

Lawrence Gizard, please.

She's in a meeting. May I know who is calling?

Thomas. Write this down.

Tell her that I thank her for everything, and she can go and fuck herself.

Bitch!

- That was brief indeed. - Wasn't it!

I don't know. I did the necessary, now it doesn't depend on me anymore.

Do the necessary once again.

I can't spend my life waiting here.

- But I called the supervisor. . . - Call back and ask why he isn't here.

All right. I'll call again.

Hello?

Yes, it's regarding the young gentleman waiting for Gregory De Lubac.

Yes?

All right. Very well.

Thank you.

If you'd please wait in that room, someone will bring him along.

Finally.

- Hi, Greg. - Hello.

A little bit retarded, the receptionist. She seems to hate me.

Why did you come here?

- To see how you're doing. - It's all right.

It wasn't easy. They don't seem to appreciate visitors around here.

I had to make plenty of phone calls, even write a letter.

Hey, what's wrong? I'm trying to help, what do you think?

It's like a prison here,

in this rotten place. Nobody cares about me.

I see, but you know. . .

You promised! Remember?

I'll always be there for you. Sure.

You're disgusting. You didn't keep your promise.

I'm not going to listen any more.

Why can't I go or do what I want? I'm a human being, not an animal.

- Listen to me. - I didn't do anything wrong.

My mom died, that's all.

Now I know.

I want to be with you, leave this place. Be able to make my own decisions!

- I'll find the way. - What else can I do? Wait to be 18?

I don't want to wait.

I'm so alone. I'm nothing. And you let me down !

I don't want to see you no more!

No! No!

Please God, wake me up

because I don't know if I'm dreaming. My soul is shattered in pain,

because I fear i did wrong,

and that the death will. . .

Is it a child, a boy or a young man?

In the darkness of the room, it throws the look. . .

Please inform that bunch of idiots that I'm not going to have dinner with them.

This will be the 2nd time you're canceling.

Next time the 3rd. No back talking.

- Good morning, your Honor. - It's a pleasure to see you again.

God, you've changed.

You grew up. Please take a seat.

It's true. If I passed by you in the street, I wouldn't have recognized you.

How long has it been? 5 or 6 years?

- Would you care for a drink? - No thank you.

Come on, just a little one so we can have a toast together.

You're still living in your parents' apartment?

Yes, I still am.

That's good.

I sometimes hear from Ann. I'm glad that the two of you kept in touch.

I guess she's not very easy to live with.

- She's quite a character, right? - As a matter of fact, she is.

I suppose that you're here to talk about what you've told me over the phone.

I was so happy to hear from you, it's true.

Right now he's in a home for minors,

and he isn't doing very well.

Unfortunately, I must repeat

what I've already told you on the phone.

I even confirmed it by a friend of mine, a specialist in minor cases.

He said exactly the same thing.

Sure they have the rights,

they can even hire a lawyer.

In a case like yours, nothing can be done.

We can make sure he gets placed in a nice family. . .

that shouldn't be a problem.

It's absolutely out of the question that he be placed in your custody.

Nevertheless, that's the only thing he dreams about.

He doesn't understand.

His situation is simple.

No living family, or relatives. It's not comparable with you at the time.

You had your grandma,

even an aunt. And then, there was the money. . .

And all the problems that come along.

There was all that, and your father was also well-known.

Besides, their bodies were never found.

I was thinking I could explain it all to the judge.

You're stubborn. But if you want, I can arrange that.

Got his name?

I don't remember it.

Call me tomorrow and give me his name.

All we can obtain for him is a nice family that lives close to your place.

Or he should just disappear, and never be found again.

But then imagine all the consequences.

I repeat, there are no other options.

His only right is to be obedient.

You want another drink?

You're not going to let me finish it up by myself.

It's good for you.

There you are.

You know that,

I've already told you this,

you should reclaim your heritage.

There's a lot of money waiting for you.

A lot.

I don't want to hear about my father. I don't want anything from him.

It's a shame.

Look at him,

he was happy there.

Memories!

It's been 20 years.

You were, what? 5 years old. Still only a baby.

A handsome man he was, Don Juan.

We were in love with the same girl.

Only he had a car.

She left with him,

and I was left behind, like a poor fool.

However, these were happy years.

The barricades, Saint-Germain,

the small church, the village,

smoke and craziness.

Back then, I wanted to be an actor.

Jean-Louis Barrault,

the theater de France!

Malraux!

If I understand well, you two would like to obtain

custody of Gregory?

You really take me for an imbecile.

- Miss Ann Chastin? - Yes, that's me.

Young lady, even if I personally never had to deal with you,

I believe all of the judges for minors in France know about your achievements.

In the past, your Honor.

The past you know,

one can't forget easily.

Your past we're talking about is recent.

What is your situation at the moment?

I'm studying.

Very well.

Where?

In a language school.

You look very elegant for a student.

- Is that a crime? - Of course not.

Your Honor, I believe we're wandering from the point.

Listen to me, young lady, young gentleman.

You're both very charming,

If you like children that much, I advise you to make some.

Don't worry about young Gregory,

my belief is that he will be better off with somebody else.

I told you, your fucking clothes!

And you couldn't help parking the Porsche just under his nose!

Plus you were aggressive.

I couldn't help it. Sorry!

Right! So now what?

I can't stand them. lt's physical.

We tried for nothing.

We knew this would happen.

No big deal. Trust me, we'll find the way.

- Trust you? - Well, yeah.

Talk to you later. Thanks.

There you are.

Perfect.

Now you see that women can be useful.

Please! Spare me.

Hey, take it easy with that shit.

I should be going.

Not even a thank you. . .

You're right. What's the point?

Thanks.

I'll call you.

These policemen want to talk to you. A kid disappeared last night.

We fucked all night. Can't you read it on his face?

Now if you'd excuse us, I want some more. Have a nice day!

Everything all right?

I can have it in the kitchen.

Don't bother, stay in bed.

It feels so strange being here. It's like a dream.

I'm happy to hear that.

You look awful.

The truth is, I couldn't feel worse myself.

Awful?

Compared to the shit we got ourselves in, feeling awful is nothing.

Are you hungry?

I'll fix you something. What do you want?

Whatever you want.

- Is Ann in? - She went to school.

For the moment, you're going to stay with her.

I'm going to stay at my place because of the cops. . .

but I'll come often to see you.

You need to be careful about many things.

Do you hear me?

What?

You should be very cautious.

No more phone calls. As if you were dead. Never return to your pad.

- Do you get it? - Yes.

Are you sure?

Then repeat.

I never go back to my place, no more phone calls,

I'm dead.

Would you care for a salad?

Where were you?

Went shopping.

You don't think you exaggerate a little bit? You see cops everywhere.

There was a movie theater here. . .

Now it's Armani.

Just in front: Cartier,

A bit further is Dior

and in the cafe Flore, only dead artists can afford a cup of coffee.

- So? - So nothing.

Tell me, how long is it that we've now known each other?

It'll be soon 4 months.

It's kind of strange it seems to be a lot,

but in the same time. . .

It's not as if it was yesterday

but I feel things didn't go very far.

It's complicated. Instead of feeling closer to you l'm feeling lonely.

When it comes to you. . . no rules apply.

Normally, the more time you spend with people the more you get to know them.

You're different.

It's not easy.

Anyway, it's been 4 months.

How strange lt was untll I found you.

I took the paths that took me nowhere.

How hard and painful it was. . .

Yes, I understand.

I must repeat, that was the only solution.

That was the lawyer.

He's useless.

He saved my ass many times.

I don't care.

Pay attention to Geraldine.

In whose name is the lease?

Charles.

No way cops can make a link.

What do you think?

About the painting or these two?

The blond, not bad, maybe. The dark-haired one, no.

Stop staring !

You're telling me!

- Well me, it's different. - Whatever. Sure.

You like Renoir?

I prefer his son.

The painting is unfortunately being exhibited in New York.

This is Monet, let me find the painting in the book.

It's the perfect example of the impressionist movement.

It represents his sister in her last days.

It's not his sister,

it's his first wife!

And who cares if it symbolizes the impressionist movement.

The terrible thing about this painting,

is the persistence of not being willing to die.

Every time you look at it,

you imagine that she died later on,

but she didn't, she's still there

slowly fading away, and yet not being able to die.

This painting is tragic.

Now the sky is her sacred protector,

enriched with another saint and another melancholic bed.

I pray God she never opens her eyes

while the phantoms wander. . .

I'm surprised and touched to see how worried you seem to be about the boy.

Trust me young man, we are doing our best to find him.

I do count on your cooperation if he should try to get in touch with you.

As I only trust you partly,

don't be surprised to see more of our officers in the future.

They should make sure you do not forget to keep us informed.

What turns you on the most?

His butt in tight jeans?

Or knowing he has nothing underneath?

Who do you meet every night?

I'm not going to tell you.

Why don't you go out tonight?

Give her a break, please.

She can tell me his name.

- Come on. - No.

And where did you meet Thomas?

None of your business.

Since when have you known each other?

I was four.

- That long? - Yeah.

Where did you meet?

In a public garden.

He was eating a candy he didn't like, I opened my mouth and he passed it.

Did you sleep together?

Would you believe this kid !

So?

Maybe.

- Did you date him? - It's none of your business.

- And you? - What about me?

You like him too.

Chill out!

Would you please go to bed?

- And how is school? - It's all right.

But you never go to your classes!

Now that's enough! Leave us now, we're going to sleep.

Can I sleep in your bed?

You're too damn annoying.

- No, you are. - Will you ever stop?

I can't even ask a question, without you two going nuts.

You must be having your periods.

What did he say?

Thomas says that when girls are nervy it's because they have their periods.

No one's got periods around here. Now go to your bed.

Tonight I'll sleep here, and tomorrow in my bed, O K?

Tonight he sleeps with us.

If Geraldine says yes. . .

Maybe that way you'll finally shut up.

Wow, crumbs are everywhere.

Crumbs suck.

Sorry for the inconvenience, Sir.

Switch off the TV.

Here.

You're finally out of steam.

Where the hell is she? It's been over an hour that we're waiting.

You want an apple?

What's the matter with you? Lately, you've been eating like crazy.

Don't worry, she's always late.

We've already missed the 4 o'clock showing, we have to run now.

Without her?

We'll take the bike. Where's the key?

I don't know.

- Where's the other one? Geraldine. - I think she went out.

Let's go. Hurry!

But. . .

Listen, take the helmet and let's go.

Wait a minute.

What the hell is the matter with you! We were waiting.

I'm sorry. I got the hours mixed up.

- You'd better shut up, sugar daddy! - Why how. . .

What's wrong with you?

What did you say?

Shut your mouth.

- Who is this little prick anyway? - No big deal. I'll call you tomorrow.

That's right! Get out of here!

You piece of shit! Repeat what you've just said !

Go get a hearing device!

Wow, you're funny too.

Calm down. Thomas, please!

You're pushing your luck!

- Get lost! - Repeat that.

Go on!

What do you want?

Are you all right, my darling?

Are they going to fight? Is that Charles?

- Yeah, but don't worry. - But look at them!

Don't worry! It's between men.

- Someone will get hurt! - It'll be all over soon.

Let's do something!

Now you're going to stop!

There you are.

Great. Are you happy now?

Are you OK?

- Leave her alone! - I'm all right.

You know what?

You both make me sick, and I don't want to ever see you again !

Are you hurt?

No, I just played it for comedy.

- Drop it, will you ! - Go back to the old people's home!

- Piece of shit! - Old fossil!

Fossil!

- Can that shit start up? - Whatever. . .

Why did they fight?

Who is Charles exactly?

A friend who has an advertising agency.

We work together occasionally.

Why does Thomas hate him?

He's always been jealous of everyone who gets close to me.

You're both so complicated.

He's the one who is complicated.

He is. But I do love him. You're complicated too.

- But you don't love me. - Of course I love you.

You do?

It was on the 22nd of March, Nanterre. . .

. . . signed by the German anarchist

and Jewish.

Cohn-Bendit.

What are the motivations of these riots?

Apparently, they are not political,

although the leaders. . .

Shut up!

Listen!

Listen to the silence of Saint-Germain,

listen to Saint-Germain des Prees.

He doesn't care.

Don't say that. You know him, he's always late.

He doesn't even come to visit me anymore.

He adores you.

He's kind of wild and crazy right now,

but he'll get it together.

Good evening.

How are you doing?

What's up?

Bella!

You know I love you, don't you?

A little kiss?

No kiss.

All right.

I'm late, I know. Always the same shit!

- I'm sorry. - We didn't say anything.

You didn't, but look at your faces. . .

- You're not really funny. - She's right.

This is your first evening together in a very long time. . .

and you're drunk.

She's right.

She's right. She's right. Parrot!

Don't pay attention, he's completely drunk.

I feel pity for you.

Why do you say that?

You're out of luck, poor Gregory.

That's enough!

I made it to dinner all right, that's already a lot; I'm not his father.

- You're completely out of your mind. - I wish.

You're. . . Let me tell you what you are!

Stop it right there!

- I'll not stop. - Stop it!

You shouldn't let her comfort you. She's a whore.

And I, I do everybody.

You don't know what you're saying.

You're a whore. You live with a whore!

Even better. . .with two.

You son of a bitch !

She fucks the old guy for his money. That means she's a whore.

Get your asses out of here!

- Get out of here. - Poor loser!

And I'll stay alone, all by myself.

I'll not go to bed if you don't come out of your room.

Open the door so we can talk. It's me. Come on.

Greg, Geraldine left.

Just open this door and I swear not to bother you anymore.

Open it just for a minute.

I thought you were a grown-up and that we could talk. I was wrong. I give up.

Can I sit next to you?

Don't touch me.

I'm sorry.

Is it true?

Of course not.

I don't understand a thing.

It's unbelievable the things he's saying.

Why would he say things that were not true?

Even you, you don't care.

But I do. I love you.

Geraldine is a whore?

Yes, so what? What does it change?

But it's disgusting.

It's not. That's how she earns her living just like other people go to offices.

It doesn't change the fact that she's a wonderful person. . .

and that she loves you.

Still, she can do something else instead of sleeping with guys.

- And you? - What about me?

Who is Charles?

Charles is someone who loves me.

And I like him.

He pays you?

No, he doesn't,

but when you love someone, you buy that person gifts.

I buy you gifts too. It's the same.

I don't understand a thing.

Thomas says he loves you. . .

and you love him but you go out with the old guy.

You're all crazy. And not one of you has a job.

Life is not that simple. It's not the math. Things just happen.

People meet and then separate.

They love each other and then they don't.

Me and Thomas, it's complicated.

Sometimes. . .

even when you really love someone, you can't live with that person.

When I was 14, he was in love with me.

But I was not. I thought he was just a kid.

And now, you see. . . times have changed.

Now you understand what I'm trying to explain.

You're going to be stronger than us,

and we'll always be by your side.

Don't lose faith in Thomas. He'll change.

You'll see.

I wish I could trust you.

You all lie so much.

Just leave me alone.

I've known him forever. I'm worried about him.

Why are you so concerned?

Are you really in love with him?

As if all of a sudden he forgot everythlng,

and didn't understand no more.

He laid his face against the cold glass of the photo,

and that kiss became a delicious substitute for all the rest.

Thomas!

- I don't need it. - You do.

This is not going to end well.

He looked worried.

Shit! Wake up! Thomas!

It's going to be all right.

You scared me.

Everything will be fine.

It's been over a week that you've disappeared.

This is no good, I can't stand it anymore.

What's wrong? Where is this leading?

You've always let me live my own life, you have yours, but there are limits.

It suits you fine to tell me this shit.

You fucked up first, not me.

I've been through this too, but girls grow up faster.

I care about you so much, I can't watch you kill yourself.

Try to understand.

Your parents and my parents are dead. They all disappeared in the snow.

- Stop. . . - It happened. That's life.

It's unbearable to see you like this, not do a thing, sleep around with everyone.

And you?

All the guys you fuck, you disgust me.

And that old guy, your sugar daddy. . .

I don't care about him.

He keeps me busy.

Yeah, but he's there.

You should think about Gregory.

It's impossible.

We can't spend our lives hiding.

I'm so tired. I don't believe in anything anymore.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Like friends do.

Come.

Come and party at 12 rue Gulsarde. Thomas

- How is this going to end? - I don't know.

You would have stayed with mom, right?

I don't know.

We do miss her.

I think about her day and night.

Do you think I could forget her one day?

Or think about her less?

I don't know.

It's been 15 years my mom died and I think about her every day.

I just don't know.

There's a song, 'With Time'. . .

What does it say?

It says that time heals everything.

Come, we should be going now.

It's cold.

We don't have much time left.

It's beautiful !

It's too beautiful.

Where is your parents' house?

It's the one beneath us, can you see it?

It's breathtaking.

Say, Thomas,

will they leave us alone now?

I don't know, Greg.

We'll see.

How long did you stay here?

This was my parents' room.

Thomas?

Ann, Thomas, are you coming?

Has Ann already been here?

Every summer.

We used to go there often,

to the tip of the island.

Ibiza might be risky. Where's the house?

Just above the old one. It didn't exist back then.

I rented it under a fake name.

What do you think? The older you get, the more you're paranoid.

Don't worry about me and Greg.

Right. And how are you?

Imagine.

I can sure imagine you smiling right now.

What about the cops?

The judge found out my address.

Geraldine knew how to receive them.

That's why I called from a pay-phone.

How is the house?

It's a ruin. Nothing else changed.

The sun,

this beautiful light. . .

I hope it's all going to be fine. Kiss.

Ann is on the phone. Come say Hi.

I'm coming.

Tomorrow we'll go and get the zodiac.

Here he is.

Talk to you later.

Hello?

Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Excuse me, are you French?

Yes. Why?

You wouldn't be Thomas, the son of Gustave July?

Yes.

You don't remember me?

It's funny, you remind me so much of your mom.

I'm Marc-Arnaud.

I was an old friend of your parents.

I took you back to France on my boat.

Maybe. . .yes.

- Are you staying for a while? - Just a few days.

Listen, I'd really like to see you again.

There's a party at my house on Thursday. . .

Stephen is celebrating his birthday.

All your parents' friends will be there.

Here is my address.

- I don't go out a lot. We'll see. - I'd really appreciate it.

Goodbye.

Who was it?

A phantom from the past.

Come on.

You chicken!

Come on!

You don't dare get in. . .

- What do you want, midget? - Come on in!

Come on.

All right, I'm dead.

Come on in and save me.

I'm drowning. Help!

You're not cool.

He was crossing the streets that became entangled and then narrower.

He realized then he couldn't contlnue his path.

He had visibly reached the end of the town and his path didn't go any further.

In the heat of the night, laid the strange town,

where the fountains murmur

and the sea roars.

Did you ever touch one?

No.

You think you could touch a dolphin?

I think so.

One should swim real fast.

You know that kids of your age are now at school, don't you?

You should give it a thought.

I'm almost out of money.

I must think of something.

Well here it is.

Here's the cake. It's awesome.

What can I say. . .

Thank you my darling.

Thank you!

Thank you.

It's awesome! What a party!

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to you!

Thank you everyone.

Let's cut the cake!

Put your hand there. . .

Go ahead Florence.

You first.

Please don't forget Thomas,

the son of Gustave.

Come this way.

Don't stay in the back.

I would like you to join us, and have fun.

I'm so touched that you're here.

I'm so pleased he's here.

I'd like him to have fun. . .

My father killed my mom.

You used to be cool people, before you changed, doing dirty business.

You're responsible for her death.

You're my nightmare.

It was an accident, you know it.

An accident?

Thank you ever so much.

Anyway, it's so great to party with you.

It seems to be a simple thing,

but it's been two years I didn't celebrate it.

And tonight. . .

Let's have fun. . .

What would you do if something should happen to me in Ibiza?

Nothing will happen, you worry too much.

You never know.

Let me tell you, just in case.

I'll call Ann.

Listen to me.

Sit down.

And now listen.

What did he want?

He wanted to make sure I was in Paris.

- You sure? - Yes. But he's still looking for you.

He takes this whole deal personally. He wants you big time.

- He's giving Ann a real hard time. - Shit!

When will you be back?

Maybe tonight on the last flight, or flrst thing tomorrow morning. And you?

I'm fine.

Gotta go, I'm in a hurry.

Kiss. Bye.

- Tell me Vincent. . . - It's been six months.

And one month since you left.

You know I can't give you what you're looking for.

I'm sorry.

- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you.

Hurry up! I'm waiting.

Go!

Remember when we played at your grandma's?

We said tonight we'll not bring up the past.

That's right.

I like the way you make love. I've forgotten all about it.

- No past. - It's too hard.

I like your body.

Your skin is smooth.

It's soft.

- When I get old. . . - No future either.

Now I love you.

I shall tell you everythlng.

You don't have the right to listen, your eyes will be shut.

The nights were stormy and troubled.

I shall tell you everythlng I've learned there. . .

I always liked Palais Royal.

The brother of Louis the 14th lived here.

He was a notorious faggot and a friend of the artists.

- When do I come to see you? - Whenever you want.

In a few days.

The cops are really getting to me.

You'll take the bike to Barcelona.

I'll tell you where to leave it.

Then, you'll take the boat.

You don't have a feeling we're being watched?

For a couple of days, I've had the feeling someone is behind me.

I guess the cops, right?

The destiny, Ann.

Stop kidding, I'm serious.

The destiny!

What is it?

Go to hide!

Good day, Sir. The Police of Ibiza. We would like to talk to you.

I'm coming.

It's a little bit early.

We apologize. It's regarding a boat.

Yes, go on.

Actually, it's about a Zodiac, to be exact.

Do you live here throughout the year?

No.

I'm here for a while to study for my exams.

Where's the link between that and the Zodiac?

You do have one?

Yes. So?

We've found a Zodiac that matches the description of a boat

that has been stolen from the property next to your house.

Yes?

Its owners seem to have abandoned it, we were wondering if you saw anyone.

I believe there's nobody there,

but if I see anyone, I'll let you know.

Very well. Gracias!

- At your service. Adios! - Adios!

God, you scared me!

What did they want?

You!

Just kidding.

It was about a stolen Zodiac.

That's sly!

I don't think they doubt anything.

Let's go get breakfast in the sun.

Don't scare me like this again !

The car's here.

And how is Greg doing?

Very well. He's in the creek.

- What is he doing there? - Fishing.

- That's where we're going. - He's there by himself?

Yeah, he's waiting for us.

He's all excited, I've just taught him how to drive the Zodiac.

Really?

And the bike? No problem?

No, I did everything as you said.

How does it feel to be here?

I'm happy.

This way or that?

This way!

Shit.

Shit. Hurry up!

Go away!

Go away!

Go!

Ann!

Go now. You should do what I say!

Why? What's going on?

Go on! Hurry up!

Go now!

Hurry up!

Go on!

Ann watch out!

I didn't have time to see what happened.

He's like his father. Nothing stops him.

You sure you can manage, once we drop you off?

I'll manage. I know what to do.

He told me not to trust you.

He did tell you to call me.

Yes, but not trust you.

He thinks we're responsible for his mom's death,

for pushing his father to take risks.

He loved the risk. Like in the time of the barricades.

And Thomas doesn't understand that.

It was a miracle that the helicopter landed,

and then they got lost in the ice, trying to reach Switzerland.

Thomas was here at the time.

With little Ann.

We took them to France.

It's been already 15 years.

Noooo!

Thomas!

Is it a child, a boy or a young man?

In the darkness of the room,

It throws the look of a touching graveness. . .

I'm only 13,

and I've decided to tell a story,

but first, here is a quote from a book that one young man liked a lot.

One should learn a new innocence.

We should be deaf and blind and always ready to disappear.

And only that way, we shall be able to pay for our fathers.