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Take me to the beach.

"He was staring at me."

I looked down and felt uncomfortable.

It's amazing how these people have no respect for anything.

and they refuse to be simple...

Who is it?

And now, old man, expect the worst.

You've got the wrong address, sir.

I don't know what you're looking for but you're wasting your time.

I don't have any hidden money...

and I don't care about what's in this house either.

Take whatever you want, I don't care.

You have a big family, money, a lot of money, a little fame...

It is for a ransom money, okay?

My family? My associates?

None of them care about me.

Well, in that case...

I wonder what happens if I cut off your finger, the middle one,

not the tongue. Or... an ear?

Do as you wish.

An ear... or even a toe.

They are only waiting for me to die,

so they can keep the inheritance.

So the parts of my body, big or small...

Do you see what could happen to you one day, dad,

If you insist on living alone?

But nothing has happened to me, dear Laurent.

But it could...

Another part of the body?

Let me live here with you, so I'll stop worrying.

I do not need anyone.

For now.

Are you worried about my future?

Do you doubt that?

No.

You are not greedy.

I know you love me, and I love you too.

That's why I refuse to lock you here

with the old man I've become.

Foolishness. You are still likeable you and you know it.

I work near here,

and you can call me whenever you want on my mobile.

I would only be here at night.

You can make me eat, that will keep you busy.

I will not bother you.

Not while you're...

Alive?

That's encouraging.

Dad, you have a macabre sense of humor.

Here, eat them all.

I can't anymore,

four operations, my stomach, my intestines...

You'll see, son, as you get older,

the battle of "never again".

Okay, I'm fine with you living here, but on one condition:

- Marguerite's address. - No way, dad.

You impressed me earlier. You weren't afraid.

Fear? Of what?

Of being murdered?

Amputated?

Cut off?

No.

Just punches...

I'll hit you if you don't allow me live here.

APRIL 2007

Are you OK?

I'd beat you up running back home.

It's not funny.

- Are you afraid? - I told you it's not funny.

- Would you hit me? - Yes, if I had to.

You think I didn't have enough beating already.

I don't care.

- Get me Marguerite's address. - Forget it.

Asshole.

To think that I carried you in my arms for a month...

What about mom?

One night was enough!

And then you left.

I didn't leave.

I escaped.

I made it exactly the way you like it, dear Rodolphe.

No garlic, onion, or peppers.

OCTOBER 2007

Without lemon peel.

I forgot how maniac you are.

I'm not a maniac, Christiane.

I have my tastes, but I can adapt.

It's delicious.

Glad to hear it.

I remind you that we have not seen each other...

in 20 years.

It's true.

And the more time passes, the more I have to admit that I missed you.

You are not curious.

I haven't changed either.

But I can guess why you came...

without warning.

Well I think...

that you will be very surprised.

Why Laurent and not Ferdinand?

How do you know about Ferdinand?

You forget that Janine was my friend.

I could tell you that it's not your business,

or that it's not your business anymore.

Laurent asked me to stay with me in such a nice way

that he won me over.

Tell me about it.

It is none of your business.

Laurent is never around. He spends his days outside.

The pleasures of love do not last...

At your age, anything can happen.

I'm in excellent shape. I never get bored.

I have my books, my Blu-ray, my computer...

- And I just founded a new company. - Really? A company? What is it?

It is none of your business. Rental: Trucks, agricultural machines.

Put down that chocolate, please.

Do you remember Astrid?

No, no, don't answer.

She even came here to play.

Listen carefully.

Astrid is your daughter.

I know, I didn't tell you...

because my husband took care of her.

Besides, it seemed... like you didn't want children.

Sit down. The coffee is getting cold.

How do I tell her I don't want to see Astrid again?

I will write her.

I would say it has left you speechless.

Maybe now you will understand the reason for my visit.

Not at all.

What do you want? Money?

So you have a company! Director and sedentary!

You work sitting,

you who never stop running...

What do you mean?

Exactly what it means.

That is the reason, among others,

why I filed for divorce.

Very elegantly, I must admit. You put all the blame on yourself.

Just to make you angry.

To anger your male vanity.

I was rich when I met you and I'm even richer since my husband died.

We never had children.

- Except for Astrid, of course. - I know.

I have always liked this house.

Astrid too, you know.

I didn't want to leave here.

But, it's surprising, it's almost as it was when I left.

But there were too many comings and goings.

I offer you a life annuity.

This house will never be yours.

- It's where we loved each other. - Where you wanted me.

Not you?

I thought so.

For a time.

I have never stopped thinking about you...

in your caresses...

your words, so sweet...

My anger attacks?

Your attention,

in how you made love to me...

My lemon peel too,

In your devastating mood...

your getaways

That's not the right word.

Your wild sex life, if you prefer.

I didn't satisfy you.

That is.

I played along.

And then...

My dear Christiane,

you come to see me,

and I'm sorry that it will be for nothing.

For nothing?

Seeing you again, you call that nothing?

I'd rather you tell me what you think of Marguerite.

- Who? - Forget it.

Kiss Me.

I was kidding.

Did anyone come yesterday?

Do you think I can clean these plates with all this shit on them?

I always have to do the washing.

Yes, someone came.

Who?

Christiane.

Her...

You're sad?

A bit.

More than what you think.

You still love her?

Well.

Let's make this clear once for all.

- No more questions. - Sorry?

No more questions.

Should I tell him about Astrid?

SEPTEMBER 2008

And Ferdinand?

Why are you back in business? You have enough money.

Therefore, I have too much.

Don't forget that I help the people in the village.

The unemployed, illegal immigrants, the homeless...

And this is how I am rewarded,

bailiffs at my door... Formal notices...

Seek help. Hire a secretary.

But by the time I explain things to her, I'd have resolved everything myself.

Pride?

Or recklessness?

Leave me alone.

Make your deliveries.

It is Sunday.

Sunday? How do you know?

Right...

Come on, tell me.

I no longer know how I live... or where I live.

When the bailiff be here?

Don't get involved in this. Also, we said no more questions.

You did say that...

Damn, Ferdinand

It's been ten years, and I paid every month.

Shit!

And put on other clothes! You always wear the same crap.

I felt like crying.

I will never know why.

No questions.

He pays or we seize.

We seize or he pays.

It is luxurious.

I wouldn't say...

It is opulent.

Get out of here!

He paid on time!

- What did he pay? - Who did he pay?

All. Social security and everything.

- It's not true! - It's not true!

- Get out or I'll shoot. - It isn't true.

- Lie. - First, you pay.

And then you can shoot, if you want.

You pay first. And then you shoot, if you want.

If you want.

Pity!

What happened?

Why did you scream like that?

The bailiffs. They looked like Tintin, and I killed them both.

I killed them both.

Then...

Then we buried the bodies in the garden...

and you were struggling helping me.

But that mess is over.

I called. They recognized their mistakes.

You could have told me.

I was busy.

I didn't imagine your garden would be like this.

No, I imagined it more beautiful, more exuberant,

more original, like... you.

But that concrete over there...

Anyway, I have nothing to talk about.

- But you've already said a lot. - Yes, but I haven't said anything.

And you? Let me see.

You aged reasonably.

I mean, not too much...

When was the last time?

Six years?

Yes, you're right. In all.

Anyway, sorry, sorry.

Do you want to sit down, Valentine?

Thank you. I don't think so...

What about me?

- You? - Yes, me.

You are still: Sovereign.

Don't say that, you humiliate me.

Sorry?

You innocent look, all your pretty words are poisonous.

Are you mad at me?

That would be stupid.

You lived your life, I lived mine...

I still love you.

- No. - I still do.

Give me the cushion, quick.

- A cushion? - Yeah.

Yes, one of those.

Quickly, I beg you.

Which one?

I don't care... No, the big one.

- The big one? - Yeah.

My God, what the hell are she gonna do with a cushion?

Thank you.

My God!

Deliver me from temptation, deliver me from evil.

Deliver me from temptation, deliver me from evil.

Deliver me from evil, deliver me from evil.

My God!

- You see how much have we grown? - Yeah.

I would have liked you to hug me.

We couldn't have done it.

That's what you say. I don't believe you.

Listen, let's get to the point.

I came to tell you that I have entered a convent.

- A convent? - Yeah.

Not far from here, the Dominicans of Saint-Mazimin.

You can come see me.

During visiting hours. If...

you feel like it.

I will pray for you.

Rodolphe, I don't think it's nonsense.

That young man, here with you...

- He's my son. - Really?

But that's not what they say.

Although it's better this way.

With your past, if I don't help you, you will go straight to hell.

- It's nice. - Don't say blasphemies!

Valentine, are you going to tell me why...?

Why have I come? Yeah.

Well, to join the convent, I need some kind of...

- Some kind of what? - A kind of...

Money.

I hope you're not serious. I won't give you anything.

You believed me?

Yeah.

Then you're dumber than I thought. Bye bye.

Wait! Do you know where Marguerite is?

Marguerite? She is in the fields. Bye bye.

She is in town.

She's been asking about us.

I think Valentine confused me with your gigolo.

You can't blame her.

She is obsessed with the Evil. I mean, the Male.

You loved them all, I know.

Who knows.

- She had nice... - Breasts?

- No. - Nipples?

Breasts that droop awkwardly?

- How do you know that song? - Mother.

Anemone? I didn't know she was so cultured!

Very smart. You impress me, sometimes.

Well, it is better this way.

But what are you doing here? Today is not Sunday.

- I lied to you. - That's great.

I don't work. Well not anymore.

Nice sweatpants. Is it expensive?

You need money?

- What do you think? - You need money?

Guess.

OCTOBER 2009

You will stay here, Mimi.

I'll put a lock so you can feel independent.

Actually, I don't know why I came.

I thought I had a lot of questions to ask you and...

I don't remember any.

Maybe I just came for the sun, the beautiful light of the south.

Come on... Let's leave the questions. Here.

All these keys! It's like Bluebeard.

I haven't killed anyone yet.

Kill? It's worse... Making others suffer.

I remember one of the questions.

What did you like about me?

Your delicate side.

Your intelligence.

Your commitment.

Your bathrobes.

My bathrobes... and?

Your breasts.

When you were sleeping, or pretending to be,

I would play with them.

And I felt alive.

Alive?

I would have said 'distant'.

Marguerite was always between you and me.

Marguerite...

There are two bottles of water in the refrigerator.

One mineral and one soda water.

That's all?

You're beautiful.

Very beautiful.

Isn't that sufficient?

I was jealous.

Not anymore.

In fact, why should I feel this way?

I haven't seen Marguerite...

since I married Anemone and Laurent was born.

Do not look at me like that.

You're not a wreck, are you?

What do you think, rascal?

Anyway, my diving suit is ready...

Dive in, then. I'll stay.

Come dance, Rodolphe.

No. I'm fine here.

Dance with Laurent.

I will watch you.

Then take care of the music.

We'll make room for a dance floor.

We were young, happy...

Carefree.

Don't you think it's a little cliché?

I don't care about clichés, my dear Laurent.

Is happiness a cliché?

You look like your mother.

And nothing like your father.

The waltz...

It is a beautiful image of life.

You turn, turn, turn and turn, without stopping.

And even so...

And one... Rodolphe, music!

And one, two, three.

And one, two, three.

The only time I danced a waltz, it was in a dream.

- With who? - With a doll.

Really? A doll?

I, you see...

I dance waltz very often.

And I also liked the cancan.

If I could still lift my leg

I would love to dance the cancan again.

You would think she is alive.

She is alive within you.

That's what they say.

Go rest, I'll watch her.

No, not you.

You loved her more than the others. Again, not a question.

I loved them all equally.

Even Marguerite?

Shut up.

It's the first time I've seen a woman I loved die.

Besides, it might not be the last one, considering all the others.

those with whom I have been an hour, a day, a year

all those that are still alive, that still live who knows where,

and of which I know nothing.

The survivors...

Isn't it summer yet?

I hear the cicadas.

Where are you my love?

My sweet,

my fragile,

my merciless Marguerite.

Laurent was not a witness to this farce.

I'm glad I forbade him.

The earth and the sprinkler...

Holy water does not awaken the dead.

He must be playing with his tablet.

Everyone has their pleasures... Mine was women.

Shit, I don't like this face anymore.

I can't stand the deterioration of my features.

the lips, getting thinner,

the eyes are shrinking,

and everything next to them.

My God.

Shit, I can't help but think of that bastard.

My teacher used to say: "Never forget the first line."

Our faces are getting wrinkled from all those damn religious wars,

Afghanistan, Pakistan, Israel, Palestine, Syria, and I forgot some.

And I also forgot some religions.

So what is this about?

Skipping the first line? God!

I know.

Yes I know.

It is here to eradicate the fear of death.

Death is natural, there is nothing better than the ephemeral,

like leaves and flowers.

My God.

How much baggage are we gathering?

That's why I liked women.

Damn, I loved so many...

a whole procession.

There was the redhead, Madeleine.

Madeleine was not her real name.

She kept telling me: "I used to go to bed early."

In fact, she spent a lot of time in bed.

And little Chantal,

a doll who couldn't say no.

Her sister Yvette, who loved orgies.

"But not with my sister, okay?" I never understood why.

Then there was Thérèse, a naughty one.

She sang day and night.

She hated the missionary position.

You have to be creative.

Honestly, I wasn't always inspired.

Rachel... Rachel.

A nun

Well, I thought so and...

She was unbelievable,

she can knock you off your feet.

A Dominican, what an appetite!

Who would have thought?

The crucifixion in pink.

I remember her whispering:

"I adore the cross of your body".

We are not made of stone, Lord.

What a carnival!

Dad? Someone has come to see you.

Where?

At the castle gate.

Very clever.

I have to change...

Fuck.

Who is it?

- A nun. - What?

Rachel? God, is that right?

Rachel, yes, Rachel.

I didn't recognize you.

Of course not. I'm Sarah, her older sister.

- Sarah, her old sister? - Yes brother...

See this here?

Do not open it now.

"To be opened 33 years after my death."

Obviously you didn't know that Rachel committed suicide 33 years ago.

May the Lord forgive her.

She killed herself because of you.

Which ended up messing me up.

I was going to marry a very rich and decent man.

But, from a very Catholic family.

Suicide is a mortal sin,

and with all the mess you caused

I had to join the Order. It has been 33 years!

And since then, I searched and searched in vain.

Until...

one day...

miraculously...

a woman presented herself at the convent as a novice. Valentine...

Does it sound familiar to you?

Let me guess: You're Dominican.

Let me finish.

Valentine, well, sister Adelaide of the Holy Sepulchre,

She confided in me... She mentioned you.

She called me an idiot.

A flash of lucidity, without a doubt.

I'm lost.

Coming here to talk to you doesn't make me happy at all.

Really?

Enough with your disgusting insinuations.

Yeah.

If Rachel committed suicide...

I'll repeat it so you can hear it clearly,

If Rachel committed suicide,

It wasn't my fault,

It was because of the monastery's rules.

And of religion.

All these women, all these men

that are locked up,

who are ashamed of their desires.

Well, no,

that nun, your sister,

I didn't rape her.

She enjoyed it like you could have.

I will take your words as...

a childish provocation.

Well.

I'll tell you: you're annoying me.

Why did you come?

To punish me?

Or to convert me?

No, not at all.

Anyway, the only thing you care about is...

Be careful what you are going to say.

Your own comfort.

You were lied to.

I am very rich and I help a lot of people.

What a coincidence!

I care for those in need, the visually impaired, the homeless,

abandoned children, delinquent boys, lost girls, mothers who had abortions,...

Of all these people?

You are very rich...

- What would you offer me? - The door.

Don't you give a fuck about me?

Don't use words you don't know the meaning of.

Although with nuns you never know.

Listen...

If you want, I can offer you a cup of tea, nothing more.

Heaven will punish you.

I can only feel sorry for you. Take this.

APRIL 2010

What is it?

It was not the bailiffs.

Although...

I couldn't find you this morning, I signed for you: A new formal notice.

Throw it in the trash.

These bailiffs...

I'm going to sue them.

And it's going to cost them a lot.

Are you still wearing that shitty sweater?

What do I have left now?

Dusting? Clean the windows?

I can't even touch your bed or sleep in your room.

Get out of my sight!

- You shouldn't... - Go away!

What an idiot.

OCTOBER 2010

I will find them.

They are hiding.

It's proof that they are scared.

But I will find them.

A bailiff is always afraid.

It is normal.

So, two of them...

What are you doing here in the middle of the night?

I searched on the ground floor

and I didn't to find them.

Here neither...

They could be on the porch.

Who do they think they are?

They spend their time counting, and don't take anything into account.

Naughty pieces of shit!

No.

It's not my fault. I paid the bills on time.

No, no... don't hit me.

No! Stop hitting me!

Mother...

I did all my homework.

I swear!

The teacher hates me.

He is lying to you.

He's a liar!

Yes, a liar!

Life will teach you the following:

Studying is not necessary.

Instead of being educated,

you will be smart.

Is that true, grandpa?

Nobody talks to me the way you do.

Because others think they can get along acquiring knowledge.

But you...

you see life as it is.

There's a lot of work ahead.

For him

and for me.

Oh, my little boy...

I'll take care of this.

Since when?

It is prohibited to ask questions.

Do not play the fool! Since when?

Not a long time ago. You fainted.

I did not mean that.

Since when have you been a sleepwalker?

Since childhood.

I was always getting scolded because I missed school.

Mom was beating me.

Anemone?

She was sweet.

In bed perhaps...

Now, boy, you're going too far.

One night, I got up,

I... went to beat her.

But I went to the wrong room. It wasn't hers, it was my aunt's.

- Marguerite? - Yeah.

Did you hit Marguerite?

She took it well.

She soon realized that I was sleepwalking.

She just said:

"It's wrong to hit others, even in your dreams."

That's very her.

I really want to see her.

She added: "If your father was here more often..."

Leave it there.

Tell me about you.

I do not know anything about you.

Your outings during the day...

Do you have...

a new girlfriend?

With me you can open up.

I don't like women, daddy.

What did you say?

If it's just that...

I was afraid that...

Dad?

Dad? Talk to me.

Dad!

Say something!

You could have come in.

I can't stand white coats.

Me neither, sometimes, what's underneath...

I met some very pretty nurses...

in my old days.

I will drive.

It is dangerous.

A little headache won't make me give up the pleasures of life.

And that hospitalization was completely useless.

They found nothing.

No need to call the emergencies.

- Unless... - How clever.

Very smart.

If I see you one more time in that sweater,

I'm going to burn it, understand?

If my memory serves me correctly,

and it does,

you were telling me that...

Forget it, pay attention to the road.

No, I won't let it go.

It's your happiness that worries me, not my notion of happiness.

We are very far from each other.

We are two floors away.

It was you who preferred to stay in the "shithole",

where, let me remind you, I am not allowed to go in.

I made it my space.

Maybe I'll show you.

You know...

I also experienced different things in my teens too.

Many things happen at boarding school. This is inevitable.

- I don't want to know your secrets. - What a shame...

So I tried different things...

different things here and there... and then...

I met my first love.

Mother.

No, no, not your mother.

Marguerite.

Your aunt, if you prefer.

And your mother showed up at a good time,

If we can call it a good time.

And you arrived.

As she was a woman of principle, we regularized the situation.

How is your boyfriend?

I'm taking my time.

Why did you stop?

There's a traffic light here.

There isn't.

Shit, I forgot.

There were road work here. I got confused.

Well, start then.

Not me...

I do not know what is happening to me...

my head hurts...

I'm sorry, can you drive?

It's in my bed

That I search in vain for their bodies

From one side

MAY 2011

to the other without stopping

What are you singing?

A song.

I know, but which song?

A song I hear a lot on the radio that I really like.

- An old song. - Not at all.

- How is that? - It is not.

For young like you, of course it's old, but it's still in fashion.

- Fashion? You have to be kidding... - Well, listen.

And?

Yeah.

It's in my bed.

That I search in vain for their bodies

From one side to the other without stopping

No insomnia.

It is the morning

That reveals my impotence

And my desire for conciliation

Dying of boredom

I always

dream of my past loves

With the women I abandoned

With all those I betrayed

Shamelessly

Never

These painful memories

All the tears and all the screams

All these words so badly written

They could tarnish my loves

It's in my bed

That I search in vain for their bodies

On one side, on the other and in the middle of it

No insomnia

It is the morning

Dad!

Dad!

- Did you call me, Laurent? - Yes! I've been waiting for an hour.

I'm ready to go down.

No need to rush!

There's no need to rush anymore.

I'm coming!

He took a long time to tidy up his room.

and now you're in a hurry to...

Every time my mother called me from the terrace,

I shouted like this:

I'm coming!

What the hell is this?

Oh no...

It's not that good.

Laurent, give me another scarf.

Which one?

The blue one.

Hurry up!

Holy crap...

What is happening?

I waited two months and now this rush? Why?

Just because.

- What am I going to see? - You'll see when you get there.

You turned my shithole into a wonderful palace.

And besides, you're well dressed.

- Do you like it? - Very.

Very pleasant...

You did a good job in the garden.

You know I like it a lot.

Does the blackbird still sing there?

- Why? Can't you hear it from your room? - Yes, I do.

And who is that? Your boyfriend?

I told you I wasn't going out with anyone.

And it is still the case.

- Still the case? - Yes.

- If only he smoked a pipe... - You're really pathetic.

Be...

Hey, you there!

- Now, can you explain yourself? - I don't think you'll believe it.

I think I will.

Pierre, your turn.

Hello.

Tell everything.

I lost my wife 2 months ago.

- This happens even to good people. - Daddy... Stop or go away.

That's not funny to anyone.

I always lived with my wife

and I can't imagine anyone else in her place.

I sold everything, properties, houses, apartments...

furniture...

Everything settled. In cash.

And I left.

Walking aimlessly...

whole days.

And nights too.

One night, I passed in front of a very strange nightclub.

I should have been careful because I had a lot of money,

but I went in.

I drank...

Mechanically, one glass after another.

Only later did I realize that it was a gay nightclub.

Chance always takes the blame.

You like to simplify things, don't you?

For sure.

The older we get, the more we tend to simplify everything.

But keep going.

Tell us about your gay experience.

I was at the bar...

Arousing more pity than desire.

Anyway, not at all.

Then, Laurent arrived and...

and said to me: "You shouldn't stay here, sir."

I didn't even see what he looked like.

When he got here, he saw the whole mess.

He emptied his pockets, took out a bunch of bills

and we transformed, as you sang,

your "shithole" to a wonderful palace.

He has a great knack for renovations.

If the problem was money, you could have asked me.

Do you think my money stinks?

Why did he give you his money?

- In exchange for something? - I'm still getting to know you.

Spontaneous acts are not part of your vocabulary.

Yes, it was an exchange, of course.

I got a roof,

a friend who doesn't ask me for anything,

a friend to talk to,

even if we only exchange a "good morning"...

But never...

He never spoke to me about you.

I'm starting to understand why.

Go away now.

No.

If you want, I'll leave early tomorrow.

I am not squatting here. I'm just resting for a while.

- And since I'm at your house... - His house!

This is his house.

And if he leaves and leaves me here.

He has every right.

- I'm not your rival. - Do you think I'm jealous? From who?

My son is a ghost to me. He does not exist.

Give him a break.

MAY 2012

Maybe Simone.

Simone, for sure.

Am I wrong, or have you not come to visit me for 8 years?

Not going to answer?

All good. It's not because you lost track.

- It's because you're ashamed. - Yes.

And I know why.

You never dared to tell me you're with that useless Laurent,

who never knew what to do with his 10 fingers.

Does he still have the 10?

Damn! Laugh a little.

Back in the good old days,

you loved my attacks, my extravagances.

I don't have the spirit for that anymore.

You never had spirit.

Arrogance, yes.

And how is your company doing?

Do you think I'm clairvoyant?

People know everything in the villages.

Well... What do you want?

- Money? - No.

- Money doesn't matter to me. - Better that way.

Are you going to close the company? Sell your house?

The time has not yet come.

You lie very easily.

I'm just your sister-in-law.

You have avoided me since the death of your brother Armand.

It wasn't a surprise. You were never very good friends.

But anyway, I existed.

I exist even without him, no?

A little kiss in the cemetery and then, nothing more.

You don't even care about your niece.

Mathilde?

I only saw her very few times.

How absurd... You never looked at her.

Now look.

Don't you recognize her?

She is very beautiful.

- She never called me. - Shyness. You impress her.

She left with her husband and daughter to China.

She went to learn painting.

Painting as she idealizes: realistic, realistic, realistic!

- And? - Then nothing.

Well...

If it wasn't because of money, it wasn't because of me either.

Why did you come here?

I wanted...

Marguerite's address.

And why would I have it?

You sure do.

Are you still having an affair with her?

No, I ended it.

Despite your... distractions?

Despite them.

After all.

- You're not going to do shit, are you? - On the contrary.

Well...

The pleasure of love

only lasts a moment

The pain of love...

Lasts a lifetime

I shouldn't trust you. You've already done a lot of stupid things.

This time I won't forgive you.

Thank you, Simone.

Thanks.

This idiot is going to cry...

"I know what you'll think, Marguerite.

That time doesn't fix things."

What are you doing... with that thermos?

It's for my tea.

- Your tea is already here. - Yes, I see that.

- Are you waiting for someone? - The Messiah.

You never change.

"Marguerite...

Yes, I know what you will think.

That time doesn't fix things, that my mistakes are unforgivable,

But I'm not looking to be forgiven."

You're wasting energy for nothing. This will never work.

- Let me finish my letter. - Good. Finish your letter.

"...I'm not looking to be forgiven. I just want..."

You think that I'm wasting energy?

Yes I do.

- And how do you know? - I know and that's all.

- You're tiring me today. - I noticed that already.

Keep playing your stupid games... Did you hear me?

When you talk to yourself, I hear you.

But I can't say I'm listening.

Shit...

And why won't it work?

Why won't it work...

Do you really want me to answer this question?

I think you're pretty perceptive to know the answer, don't you?

- You, who say you know everything... - Yes?

without ever having learned anything,

How difficult is it to live?

That doesn't interest me.

And then?

Not being able to enjoy the benefits of death.

APRIL 2013

What is your name?

Mine is Alex Dupin.

I don't feel like playing.

I didn't quite understand. Don't feel like playing or having fun?

Your smile is worth more than a "fuck you".

As I promised, I'm here.

But only out of obligation, it seems.

I knew you were going to be upset. We can't go to my house.

Why?

Does your father watch you or do have a secret affair?

I have a relationship, but it's not a secret.

It's not what you think.

I have someone in my "shithole", as my father calls it.

Mine is not so laconic. His name is Boris.

Maybe one day you will meet him.

- And is this relationship important? - It is important.

- For you or for him? - It is not like that.

He stayed with me for a while, helped me renovate the house.

He's not from here.

For him it's just a medicine for depression, and for me...

It's a relationship like I've never had.

Well...

We always had sex at my place.

As we can no longer do so, we need to find another solution.

I understood. You don't know how to say goodbye.

In that case, goodbye.

You don't know me, but that doesn't matter.

Boris Dupin.

Among other things, I came to return your keys.

Are you waiting for someone?

I'm Alex's father.

Alex... Does it ring a bell?

Don't worry. I didn't come to take his place.

His lifestyle is not for me, but I respect it.

I honestly don't know what he saw in you.

- Ask him. - Yes, right.

Yes, I should.

Although...

Are you the one who makes the food or is it ready-made?

Very good.

It turns out that Alex is on the brink and that's not figurative.

He is very sad.

Wouldn't you have a pretty redhead?...

I mean, a glass of red wine?

That's right

That's right

What can we do for him?

Was your goodbye a whim or not?

I don't owe you explanations.

This is evident.

This is obvious, but...

we need to find a remedy. I already know!

You found the woman of your dreams and you are going to marry her.

No?

It could have been your father.

Neither?

This is regrettable.

Unfortunate...

On top of that, he paints!

I wouldn't even risk trying.

Already figured it out. Daddy's boy and...

It's not that complicated.

Say you found your great love.

A boy, a handsome boy...

Let's find some. I pay for it.

No?

It's regrettable, very regrettable...

Do you have any idea?

You have an obligation to help me!

Alex is on the brink of the abyss, on the verge of suicide!

How can we resolve this?

And then?

For various reasons, I feel unable to resurrect the feelings

that I no longer have in me.

That means it's definitive...

But I know what it's like. I've been through that.

When Alex's mother left me, I suffered a lot.

One month, one day... The years passed and...

Forgive me... She's here.

She's here and she doesn't want to leave. That is terrible...

You are right, coming here may have been a mistake.

Don't you have a glass of red wine?

To all lovers who suffer!

Goodbye.

Laurent?

Shit... What is he up to now?

- Laurent! - I'm down here!

You took a while to get up.

Well...

I need to go to the doctor.

Can you come with me?

- No, I... - Okay, okay. Already understood.

Wait for me in the office, please.

I have something very funny to tell you.

You will see.

Funny?

Excuse me?

Pierre asked me to return these keys.

OCTOBER 2013

Is he gone forever?

You better read this letter.

- Am I bothering? - And if it was the case?

What's your joke?

Did you know that your great-grandmother died at almost 110 years old?

And that before she died she insisted on coming to see you in your crib?

She looked down

and after a moment of reflection, she said:

"If I remember correctly, it's a boy."

You're making this up.

It is the pure truth.

And my coin? How did you find it?

By chance or inside the drawer?

What do you mean?

My coin, which was in the top drawer and is now in the bottom drawer.

Like you.

If that's the joke, I don't think it is funny.

Wrong address.

I told you.

You are so sure of yourself...

Write to her...

Don't you think she's suffered enough?

When we truly love,

suffering must be shared.

You cheated on her and now you want to stop feeling guilty.

No...

No...

I just tried to preserve the purity of our love

in a childish way.

Or a bit of an idiot, perhaps.

But I don't regret this guilt. I take responsibility.

I assume it because she gave me a son: you.

- You can keep that affection. - You saved yours for someone else.

For that Mr. Pierre...

who we never heard from again.

Is the love story already over?

Under the moonlight My friend Pierrot

Lend me your pen to...

For?

You're funny when you want to be.

A little vulgar, perhaps.

And who is she?

An actress.

I got to know her very well.

One more.

- Did you close the door properly? - Yes...

Go check it out. I will follow you in a moment.

This is not Catholic at all...

About 4 euros, at most.

It's false. It doesn't even break.

A trinket.

- Did you win this at a fair? - It was here when I bought the house.

How did you get here?

Locks... My specialty.

- How many TV remote controls? - Three.

- Cable? - Satellite.

Maximum 200 euros. Sucks.

My wife and I struggled to adjust the image and sound.

And this little barometer...

It's the same shit. It's just decoration.

It doesn't even work.

If you keep it as a souvenir, that's fine.

Ah... This here...

This here is different.

It's not by a great artist...

but it is a beautiful piece from the beginning of the century.

- It can reach... - Put it in place.

I said put in place. And quickly.

I know who sent you.

- It looks like he's going to shoot. - Without even thinking twice.

- Careful! You are not dreaming. - Put that in place and go away.

He's really going to shoot...

Don't be stupid, my dear.

I will introduce myself: Isidore Dupin.

It's not "bread", I'm not a baker. I've made the joke before you. Note: He makes wordplay jokes

A bailiff officer.

Retiree.

Or retired. I don't know what the right term is.

Both terms are correct.

Looks like you know this Dupin. Who is he?

- A whole family. - What?

You will not understand.

Fine.

Can we talk calmly?

We can.

So, let's sit down and make ourselves more comfortable.

As I was saying,

I'm a retiree, I no longer practice this profession.

But I still remember the instructions.

Think about it...

After 32 and a half years in the profession...

entering deplorable properties, slightly more spacious mansions...

By the way, yours is wonderful!

And I don't think I've seen everything yet.

Certainly...

It's big, really big.

But what did you come to steal here?

Why did you come here?

Don't be tense. I didn't come to...

To confiscate nothing.

Nowadays, the recurring problem in our administration

It's not the pure greed of the inspectors, it's their incompetence.

They tax, no matter what, anyone, anything.

We, the officers, work to earn our salary.

Dirty work. Sorry, I also love sarcasm.

Don't deprive yourself of it. It's all that's left

for you old people.

So in this case, my dear Laurent,

your rifle is useless.

And it's not worth much.

- And in this case, your job is...? - An adviser.

I can teach everything I learned. It might be useful for you.

I came to help you.

And everything I learned is not pretty. My work was shameful.

But it was well paid.

Great!

Do you prepare it yourself or buy it ready-made?

Well paid? Yes.

But I can't afford...

to buy a house like yours.

But I have nothing to be proud of.

The only time I had pleasure doing this job.

It was at a smuggler's house.

Of course, everything there wasn't his.

He had documentation to prove that the furniture and objects in the house

belongs to other people.

Therefore: "unseizable" goods.

How can an asset be considered "unseizable"?

Just use the trick I mentioned.

Put it in someone else's name. A friend, an acquaintance...

A customer.

Another important thing.

In the case of confiscation,

we cannot destroy the dependencies.

- Dependents? - No, the dependencies.

What doesn't fit through the door

or through windows, cannot be confiscated.

Unless the furniture in the house is detachable.

Now, I'm thinking...

You need to narrow the door by 40cm and the windows by about 25cm.

Ah... The balcony door!

You need to remove them and quickly.

What if they seize the house?

You are very pessimistic.

What happened to him?

I think he runs pretty fast for a retiree.

You need to run too?

Keep daydreaming and tell me later.

Idiot...

My head...

"I don't want to rack my brain" was always what one of my workers said.

It was bad luck...

He fell upside down from a scaffolding.

Life is cruel.

TO READ CONFIDENTIALLY

It's easy to say that luck doesn't exist.

I have never believed that.

Until the night I found you in that place,

which I had no reason to be in.

When I realized where I was, I started laughing.

You must remember.

You took me by the arm and said, seriously, calmly:

"You shouldn't stay here, sir," or something like that.

Once on the street, came the succession of lies:

my wife dead, my possessions sold...

It was all so unbelievable

that I expected a reaction from you, that you would be angry.

Instead, you watched me with such innocence

which left me ecstatic.

Almost sexually.

The next night, with you so close to me, shirtless,

I even considered making a pass.

But you were sleeping with your mouth open like a child.

I didn't have children.

My strange desire turned into fatherly affection.

It's unbelievable...

You obeyed me silently, blindly.

These words are not here by luck.

Who would mindlessly agree to drive

to some place and come back, with instructions in hand,

and bring everything I asked for?

I asked myself:

"Is he playing with me? Or do he trust me spontaneously?"

The material arrived and we started working like good comrades.

When you were done, one morning, you walked into the renovated bathroom.

I got out of the shower naked.

You apologized and closed the door.

Like an idiot, I started crying over the sink.

I cried too.

And I never knew why.

It was very clear.

My need to have a child like you was confirmed,

the desire to have a simple and direct relationship.

I wanted to believe that you also needed a father like me.

And then he appeared, the real one.

When you introduced him to me,

even seeing that he was impetuous, blunt and complainer,

I understood that I could never take his place.

My lies had served no purpose.

Why didn't you open up?

Now, I need to find my truth

far from you, who reconciled me with the world.

I know I'm being very formal,

but it was necessary for me to speak to you like this.

You will never know my whereabouts, my new mistakes.

Wherever I am I will keep,

see how sentimental you made me,

that photo of you that I took while you were sleeping...

confident, calm.

My only satisfaction in all this

It's just that your "shithole" looks beautiful and suits you very much.

Uncle, are you there?

- Hello - Hello.

- I'm Simone's daughter. - I know, cousin.

If you're looking for my father, he's in the garden upstairs.

Sorry. I thought he lived here.

Yes, but not here.

- I think I'm bothering you. - No.

I mean, yes. I was lost in my thoughts.

But it's nothing serious.

As for my father, it's better to come back on a sunny day.

He is sleeping.

And, he hates being woken up.

You need to be patient.

- Well, I'm going. - No!

Give me some advice first.

I don't know how to approach him.

No way.

Funny... Everything I heard about you,

doesn't seem to match who you are.

And what am I, in your opinion?

A direct and attentive guy.

- Where are you seeing this? - In your face, in your eyes.

Let's be friends.

Why? I just met you.

The timing couldn't be better.

Let's leave prejudices aside.

You are a funny woman.

The sleeper stirred.

I am going.

Wait!

I was not sleeping.

And I heard everything.

Don't waste your time with Laurent.

If you're trying to seduce me, that's not how you're going to succeed.

You are very true to your reputation.

I am famous for many things.

Which one?

Of rudeness.

Oh, this one?

It's not the worst.

I prefer frankness to... circumlocutions.

What do you want? Money?

What world is this?

Everyone thinks I'm rich.

And even if it were true...

- And it is, right? - I am... and I'm not.

No, for those interested. Yes, for the ones I love.

I have a surprise for you, my uncle. In fact, two.

Two?

Then it's too much.

I have 4 daughters.

Mona, Mado, Malou

and the oldest, Marielle, 15 years old, she is here.

Give your uncle a kiss.

I'm a painter.

I strive to make a living like this,

to not depend on my husband.

I choose my role models in the family.

I've already painted Simone, Armand...

How much?

As much as you think is convenient.

Tell me, grandpa, what do you know about life?

And give me a little of your wisdom

Growing old is not a disease

It's a treasure trove of hidden secrets

And tenderness

I'm just getting to know adults

And next to you I rejoice.

Thinking of hearing you reveal with tenderness

Some of your secrets

Talk about your life About the women you loved

Speak bluntly About your pains of love

- I'm over 20 years old - I'm not there yet

Before we leave Tell us about your Marguerite

Was she for you Your love and your law?

Why so many women

If you only loved one?

Why so many dramas And vows of love under the moonlight?

And why is this Laurent

Since you have so many children?

I'll pay 10,000 euros and get out of my sight!

So many children...

Simone must have told them about Ferdinand and Astrid

and maybe even Janine.

Why do you keep showing off this horrible thing?

So I don't regret my youth. Are you happy?

Daddy, I'll only be happy the day you tell me the truth.

Here comes the intendant.

The intendants, my dear son,

in the Army, they are officers who deliver supplies.

Precisely, she is bringing a cake.

Stay!

From now on, I want you to help me with the company.

Thank you for not ending the sentence with "you never know".

I like your suit. Was it expensive?

Are you going to a party?

Hello guys!

SUZANNE. APRIL 2014 - Too sad if I arrived at the wrong time.

For those with a sweet tooth!

I just saw your accountant.

Difficult situation.

And at work people are complaining.

complaining or whining?

- Rodolphe, are you listening to me? - No, I hear you.

You should come out of the woodwork and go talk to your employees.

About what?

About the weather...

It will calm them down. Drop that. It annoys me.

It is a magpie. Note: wordplay jokes I can't translate.

What?

A magpie is a bird.

Your puns pisses me off.

Don't complain. Some people have issues peeing.

As for the rest,

your job is mainly to isolate me from the "horde".

What if I resign?

Send this in writing in a certified, dated and signed letter.

This won't take long, I'm warning you!

Now that I'm well informed, I'm going to my island.

You were great, my beauty!

Come on, don't make me wait.

I would never think of abandoning you.

Come on, don't make me wait.

My mother said:

"Rodolphe may have several defects,

but he always remains faithful in his own way."

Your mother was an admirable woman.

She did very well abandoning me.

Even so, we remained friends, her father, her and I.

They were very happy and inseparable.

Even after that stupid accident.

We were going to meet you in Toulon.

Your mother was singing a Dalida song.

- About an old woman in love. - Stop blaming yourself.

You were the only survivor of the accident.

It was a coincidence, not luck.

And I have news!

I thought so...

- Did Simone lie to me? - No...

Simone didn't lie.

Marguerite moved and I know where.

- Did you see her? - Yes, I did!

I was having lunch at Zeyer. Do you know it?

Yes, at La Place d’Alésia.

We hugged, Marguerite...

scolded me for not calling her more often,

and that's how I got her new address.

- Was she alone? - Yes.

What were you doing in Paris?

I wanted to have fun.

Laurent!

SEPTEMBER 2014

This fence is a joke.

All the neighborhood dogs came to shit in my yard.

- Are cats allowed? - Cats are allowed.

I always liked cats more. Sorry.

We should...

have pruned the hedge.

What did Suzanne tell you in the car?

The employees were paid...

she liquidated the company and went

to live with her boyfriend in Paris.

I thought she would never leave me.

Women change.

Maybe it's better this way.

- It's definitely better this way. - Of course you prefer it this way.

- Come on... - Don't touch me!

- You're unbelievable. - Fuck you!

- Where did you get that ridiculous coat? - It's yours.

Ah well...

- Isn't it ridiculous now? - Maybe not.

I thought...

that I would never come back here again.

Yeah, but you're back.

And you?

While I was in the hospital, what did you do?

Playing truant.

Like those children we are hearing?

Like when you were little?

That's what they told me.

And the truth.

I learned more from flowers and animals than from multiplication tables.

You prefer nature.

Trees and flowers...

Trees, trees and flowers...

Why not?

Wait!

I'm choking.

I'm choking, shit...

You know...

When my mother felt bad, she said:

“What is God waiting for to come get me?”

- I thought you were an atheist. - Atheist?

Very convinced.

Wait... Wait...

With all this shit, I can't forget Ferdinand's check.

And Janine who no longer shows up?

Damn it! I liked her a lot...

It will be better this way. It was the nurse who said so.

- Who are you? - And you?

Laurent. Nice to meet you and goodbye.

- You insist on entering? - Yes, I came for this.

In that case...

It must be a misunderstanding. Am I at Mr. Rodolphe's house?

Don't pretend that you don't know.

Raise your hands, quick!

Put the gun down. I'm not afraid of anything. Only spiders.

- The company was liquidated. - What company?

Aren't you a bailiff officer?

No, I came to visit Mr. Rodolphe for private reasons.

Who is it, Laurent?

My name is Ferdinand.

Come sit down.

So you're the son I had with Janine?

Yes...

- and not. - Yes or no?

I know you were sending money after I was born

so she could raise me better.

She didn't want me to recognize you.

That's why I'm here.

Do you want me to recognize you now?

Neither yes nor no.

I'm not your son.

I don't understand anything anymore.

Your mother was...

one of my first experiences.

I was reckless

and you were born.

She didn't even want to talk about marriage.

She kicked me out of her life.

I have always preserved my honor.

I sent checks every month, even after...

- The last one was two weeks ago. - Here is it.

It's true that you are an adult now.

Here's another one.

Another check?

I said I am not your son and it's true.

My mother didn't want to talk about you.

You must know why, but I don't.

She opened an account with all the money you sent.

All this to hurt you, you who wanted so much to be my father.

She died last month.

Her too?

I came to return what you wrongly sent to me.

All this?

I am 65 years old.

- Listen, that's very kind. - It is normal.

We can hug, right?

My mother guessed it would end like this.

My fake brother is extremely generous.

And you are full of secrets.

You think I didn't see you peeking behind the door?

What a mess my life is!

It feels like I have a hive of bees in my head.

APRIL 2015 - I will prescribe morphine

in controlled doses. You will need to take care of it.

There's nothing worse than taking care of a grumpy, sick old man.

It's not him you need to take care of, it's the medications.

How much do I owe you?

Nothing. I've known your father since I started here.

I always liked him.

This is my way of showing him my gratitude.

Even though he doesn't need to know that.

Is that why you won't tell me what he has?

No.

If you want to know, I'm going to ask for a fundoscopy.

Of course we will confirm with an MRI,

But I think it is a brain tumor.

You need to tell him.

What good will it do for him?

Laurent!

Go buy two tickets for Paris.

It's time to go see Marguerite.

As for you, Doctor...

There is nothing more useless than precautions.

And when you leave,

Try to stop the neighing because my head is bursting.

For what purpose have you come?

What is the reason for the formal address?

That's how I treat everyone I don't like,

even if I've seen them a thousand times.

So?

I...

needed to tell my story.

- The usual lies... - The lies are behind us.

And you took the high-speed train.

I'm counting the minutes.

- You've always counted. - On whom?

Don't try to be funny.

Tell me everything.

Everything? I don't want to.

Just one thing

to do you justice.

Justice?

You said you loved me and married my sister.

You wanted to have children with me and you had one with her.

If you came to see her again, it is too late.

Anémone went to the USA.

I know very well that she died.

Do you feel relieved?

Maggie...

Have you forgotten everything?

Maggie, Mag... No. I haven't forgotten anything.

Our walks in the forest...

our hands intertwined, your chaste kisses...

your voice so soft...

like the wool of the clouds.

"You were, for me, my first ideal,

my first reason for living.

You're everything to me.

The sun that warms me,

the air we breathe and that invigorates us,

the joy that exalts,

the balm that soothes,

and the pleasure that satisfies.

When I see you saying your prayers,

with the veil over my hair, I can believe in God.

Not even time can weaken my love."

And now, go away.

If that's what you want...

You killed what I wanted along with my adolescence.

Laurent came with me.

Do you want to speak to him?

Yes, but it won't change anything for you.

- Do you want a glass? - No.

Have you been drinking for a long time?

Yes.

This time, will you talk about my mother?

She should have been the one talking about me.

- She was the oldest. - I know all this.

What do you not know,

It's not pretty at all, so...

It's better not to remember it.

Tell me how is it like living with your father.

Terrible. I barely recognize him.

If I ever did.

But it was you who decided to move in with him.

I keep asking myself why.

You've always been lazy.

You'll keep his fortune.

He doesn't have a penny.

He doesn't talk to me much.

He has the house.

It's worth a lot. You might sell it one day,

and if you want, you can come and live in my house.

Never.

I'm not your son,

I don't want to become one, my aunt.

Are you that cruel to your father?

In my opinion, not enough.

I can't stand his affection.

Much less the way he looks at me, as if I were his property.

I am no one's property.

I understand.

I just ask not to torture him too much.

Because you still love him?

You don't ask that kind of questions.

Got to him. He will be impatient.

Just a minute...

When you were little, at school next door,

One day I asked you, "What's 1 plus 1?"

And you replied:

"1, sometimes 2, or many more."

I do not remember this.

In fact, I don't like remembering things.

No one is going to change these two.

What did Marguerite say about me?

What did Marguerite say about me?

Go to bed.

If you don't answer me,

You can pack your bags.

OCTOBER 2015

Dad!

Dad!

Daddy, stop!

- Or I'll call the emergencies. - Calm down, my son.

It just wanted to see your reaction.

You really are an asshole.

Could it be...

You will see later how fun it is to get old.

You drool, you urinate in your pants,

Can't sleep because the memories won't let you...

And the remorse...

Or complete satisfaction, sometimes.

You get up several times a night to go pee.

And if you finally sleep...

the nightmares come upon you.

They attack your brain incoherently, without mercy.

You manipulate me.

It's the last pleasure I can offer you.

You pretend to be mad at me but...

But you wouldn't dare sending me to a nursing home, would you?

- Do not challenge me. - You would never have the courage.

Shall we run again, daddy?

I think that

I didn't observe nature enough.

I messed up.

It is so beautiful...

So calming...

Let's go home.

Is it hurting?

Sim...

It hurts so much that I dreamed I was beheaded tonight.

There's this.

But I can't do it. Can you help me?

You talked about courage. Where is the true courage?

Now that's enough. I'll pack your things.

Take me to the seaside.

- Drink it. - Leave me alone!

Milk will make you feel better.

THE IGNORANT