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- Are you dead?

From over there, you looked like something washed-up by the sea.

Cécile.

Cécile.

- Cécile, play us a song.

And not one of those sad ones.

A real live tune.

- Whoo! - Oh!

Oh my God. OK.

All right. OK, OK.

Whoa!

Elsa? - Mm-hmm?

- Would you like me to read to you?

No? - Non. Merci.

- Why not?

- It always sounds like a nice idea to be read to,

but it never really works, does it?

- I don't know.

- The person reading aloud enjoys it more

than the person listening.

It's very awkward when a word is mispronounced.

It shouldn't be, but it is.

- Yeah, well, I love being read to.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

- Are you really listening when you are being read to?

Of course I am. Well, I try.

It's not really about listening is it?

- Raymond, everything is about listening.

- Ooh!

Hmm.

- What are you guys up to?

- We're playing solitaire.

- You're both playing solitaire?

- Mm-hmm.

- We've always played solitaire together.

- And why don't you just play a two-player game?

- Uh...

It sort of feels like we are.

- I love this time of day.

There's so much possibility before lunch.

I feel like I could do anything.

Like cook dinner for 10 people.

- That sounds good. - Yeah?

- Cécile... just toss it in.

Come on. You can do it.

- She's imagining what she looks like to us.

- What do you mean? - Well, as practice.

- Practice for what?

- For when she wants to be seen.

- No, I'd rather not think of my daughter being looked at.

- No, I said seen, not looked at.

It's...

It's a feeling, Raymond.

It's like a power.

From across a room... - No!

- ... she will soon be able to decide...

- No, no, no. - ... yeah, who notices her.

- I don't want to know any of this.

- Well, you wait.

- Hmm. - Mmm.

- When her mother died, she and I became close

in a manner I could never have predicted.

- How many years did you say? - Twelve now.

Yeah, or perhaps my understanding

of what closeness is changed.

Everything changed.

Suddenly, we knew nothing.

And then we became very good at knowing nothing.

We just spent time.

- You're both very good at spending time.

Hmm?

- It's no longer going to be just the three of us.

Anne is coming.

- Anne? - Anne Larsen.

- The designer? - Mm-hmm.

She's an old friend. - Mmm.

Hmm. You never mentioned her.

- No?

Anne has great taste.

She has always had a strong point of view.

- I bet none of the chairs in our home are comfortable.

Clothes this beautiful can only mean

she loves uncomfortable chairs.

- How long is she staying?

- I can't wait to have old friends.

- We had fun.

The three of us, we had such fun.

- She rarely smiles in photos.

- Oh, Anne's never been quick to say or show

how she's feeling, that's for sure.

That's how people behave when they think

they have all the answers.

Maybe I'm being unfair.

I feel a little silly. I don't even know her.

when I talk about women I haven't met.

- Your mother was one of the few people

that seemed to bring out Anne's more... relaxed side.

They had their own secret language.

They would sneak away into another room

and they would talk for hours.

And I would find them lying on the bed of coats,

hiding from the other guests...

... impossibly absorbed in one another.

And I was...

... so jealous.

- I'm not tired, but...

I feel like being in bed.

- Might be nice to have a forth person here.

- Mmm... - Hmm?

Don't you think?

- What about Elsa?

- Well, Elsa loves company.

- You're being annoying.

- Why are you upset?

- I'm surprised Anne even wanted to come.

When did you invite her?

- We've been emailing a little.

You know, it's like that sometimes:

back and forth for an afternoon,

and then nothing for months.

You'll see when you're older, packing a small bag,

visiting an old friend by the sea is... spectacular.

Feels good to need very little...

and wake up somewhere else.

- Spectacular? - Mm-hmm.

- That's a funny word.

- Is it?

- Are you nervous?

- Nervous?

Why?

- For get it. - No, tell me.

I want to know.

Tell me.

- Never mind.

Oh no...

Have I totally ruined summer by inviting her?

Should we just pack up and go back to Paris?

Perhaps you're right. It was an awful idea.

It was terrible. We'll just run.

Just want to escape in the night like thieves?

- There's no use having a conversation with you.

- My accomplice.

What would I do without you?

How many photos of the moon have you stored on that phone?

- Christmas tree.

- Yes.

- Italy?

- It's a giraffe.

I don't know why I said that.

I wasn't tracing anything.

I'll do an easy one.

- That's my name. - Mm-hmm.

- Hmm... Too fast. Do it again?

Hmm...

Your name?

- My middle name.

- What is it?

- You smell so good.

You drove from Paris?

- Almost 6 hours.

Too fast?

- The train takes three.

- Well...

Sometimes, you just need six.

My favourite girl from the studio made me

a playlist for the drive.

I can share it with you.

You two are so spoiled, enjoying this whole scene alone.

Elsa McInberg?

He invited her here?

How long have they been seeing each other?

The last time I saw Elsa,

she was rolling around on the floor at Sophie's home--

a party for someone, I don't remember who--

playing make-believe with Sophie's two kids.

- Mmm.

- She seems somehow out-of-place, but at home.

She took her shoes off inside.

Everyone looks vulnerable in socks.

- Even Elsa?

- Raymond has always been so impulsive.

- I should let you unpack and rest.

They will be back soon.

- Thank you.

- I saw one of your designs in Le Monde.

Could be very good on Cécile.

- Of course.

Well, she could wear anything.

- We were talking about you.

- Come.

Catch up. Have a glass.

- I thought you might sleep through the night

into the morning.

- Uh... should I change? - No, you're fine.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

I find him--

- You find Charles Webb... charming.

- ... an idiot. - Oh, come on!

Please! - I do.

Charles Webb is...

- Is what?

- Unseemly. - Unseemly?

Oh my goodness. I really like the guy.

I've been working with him on and off for years.

- Mmm...

- He's a businessman and he--he's not for you.

- A businessman? - Mm-hmm.

- What year are you living in?

- OK, art and commerce, yes, I know all about it.

- As do I.

- And so he's kind of simple, big deal.

- I'm uncomfortable around adults

who don't know themselves.

- I remember you and him getting into fights in the past.

About what exactly?

Look.

He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?

You know, I'm caught off guard by your sudden fire.

You're flush. I'm impressed.

- Can I see it?

Thank you.

- I find Charles fun.

- See?

- So he doesn't know about art

or what's going on in the world.

Big deal.

And he's gross.

Everybody knows that.

But gross people are more fun.

- Exactly.

I could fall asleep right here,

at the table with you all.

There is something so comforting

about this exact level of liveliness, you know?

Like loud families.

- Where is your family from, Elsa?

- Oh, from Greece, from Italy...

Pays Basque, la Côte Basque, actually,

Biarritz, uh, Spain,

Algeria, uh, a little island--

I don't know how to say it in English--

but, uh, a little région called La Kabylie.

Argentine, Belgium, North of France, mmm, Egypt--

- How many people in your family are there?

- "Wear it in good health."

That's what my mother would say.

- You will wake up really hot if you leave the curtains open.

The sun hits hard on this side.

- I'm an early riser.

It will still be cool.

- You're thinking about her.

I can see it in your face.

Can I ask you a question?

My mother and you, who met Raymond first?

- It's all a blur.

I have this memory of him holding the room's attention

after some party, wearing a turtle neck.

- Did he hold your attention?

- He was never still.

Your mother found that attractive.

- And you?

- Good night, Cécile.

Morning, Elsa. - Good morning.

- You sleep well?

- Not really, actually.

- You strike me as someone who has no trouble sleeping.

- Mmm.

I'll make some room for you.

Which section would you like?

- A slice of toast to start your day?

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Morning.

Slept well?

I am starving.

Pass the tea, please?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you find Elsa beautiful?

- Elsa? Why?

- I know you think she's beautiful.

- Whatever you're doing, you're doing it to yourself.

I mean, yeah, she's objectively beautiful. Yeah.

- Yeah, it's pretty obvious to think a dancer is beautiful.

- You're so frustrating.

It's--it's like you're reckless and careful...

which usually means

the recklessness doesn't come naturally.

- Anne arrived last night.

- Who's Anne?

Anne Larsen.

She's a friend of my mother's.

And Raymond's too, from long ago.

I suddenly feel like summer is already over.

- You're so obsessed with things being over.

And I think I know what you need.

How far have you been?

I'll take us out real far.

Everything is less intense when you can't see land,

no matter which way you look.

- I don't know.

It sounds... pretty intense to me.

- Hello.

Who will join me in the water?

- Be right there.

- Cécile, I meant to ask...

How did you do on your exams?

- Not great.

- Will you retake them again in the fall?

How many do you have to retake?

- It's fine.

- What do you mean? What is "fine?"

- It's not a big deal.

Why are we talking about this?

- Well, how do you expect to pass in October?

Luck?

- I've never understood why luck is so easily dismissed.

I always found it to be, um...

dependable.

That was impressive,

how quickly you managed to upset Cécile.

- She will bounce back.

- But why would she ruin her summer with school work?

- And how will she figure out what she's passionate about?

- Come on.

Not even you believe that.

- The water is lovely.

You two should take a dip.

- When I finish this chapter.

- Anne loves a reward system.

- Cécile, before you run out...

- You still do that by hand?

- Hardly.

Come sit. I want your opinion.

What do you think of this dress?

- Are those roses? - Yes.

No?

- Just surprising.

- What's wrong with roses?

This one is really beautiful.

I'm kind of obsessed.

- I don't remember drawing this one.

It feels... - Free.

- ... unthinking.

I count on these unthinking gestures,

otherwise the work becomes really boring.

Really bad.

The moment things become forced, I question everything.

Sometimes, I think the point is ultimately

to know less and less and less.

If I'm creating clarity or meaning,

I lose interest.

There always has to be a third thing.

- What do you mean?

- I don't know how to talk about it.

It vanishes before I can grab hold of it.

It's like... when the sun comes out.

Just before it sets.

But it's not even that.

It's...

more powerful than anything I've ever felt, even love.

- Sometimes, I'm scared of what I'm thinking.

- And this one?

- It reminds me of dandelion seeds.

Dandelion seeds are design miracles.

Parachutes that take flight in such a way

they form a vortex.

It helps them stay afloat as long as possible.

They can travel remarkable distances.

They're designed to auto destruct on landing.

Well, I guess that's it.

- No, upset. Let them play.

- Cécile what?

They don't understand.

You're not driving ever again.

- You know I will in the end.

- You nearly crashed us into the tree.

That's crazy...

Quiet! Quiet!

I don't know.

- What was it?

We shared a circle of friends.

Actually, it was more like we shared each other.

- Nobody wants to hear this.

We talk about the past too much.

- Everybody wants to hear this.

Cyril, am I boring you? Cécile?

- What's Elsa up to?

- Uh... - Her friend is in town.

- She mentioned tickets to a show.

- They're going to dinner,

and then she might bring her back to the villa afterwards.

I love meeting people from Elsa's world.

- Mmm, I never know what any of them do.

It's quite fascinating.

- Well, we can't rely on these two to entertain us.

- No? - Mm-mmm.

Nobody in your generation knows how to tell

a good story anymore.

I really failed you in that way, Cyril.

You're not very good at build-up,

nor energy, nor suspense.

- I didn't say anything.

- I'm only teasing.

At least you can sing.

It's very important to hold a tune.

It shows you are able to calm your insides,

to breathe and listen.

Does he sing to you, Cécile?

- All I was saying is that... - Here she goes.

- ... reminiscing is a way for your father to bring

the conversation back to himself.

- Yes, 'cause all I like to talk about is me

and myself in the past

and myself generally and, and, uh, and...

- Taking naps. - Naps, yes, of course.

I can't help it in this heat.

- I always have terrible nightmares,

but only when I nap, never at night.

- That sleep-paralysis-thing, you know?

- Yeah.

- Anne gets that.

Can't move her legs.

- If it's OK with Anne, uh, I'd like to hear more.

I love hearing about past lives.

- Life was happening.

I have these images of us sitting on kitchen floors,

the three of us.

We were obsessed with each other.

Morning, noon and night.

We were in Paris and New York.

Your mother was at the magazine,

and me, styling,

sewing things together here and there,

making tops out of skirts, skirts out of tops.

I saved and spent all my money.

We never ate anything.

We just were crazy about fashion...

in a way I hardly recognize anymore...

even though it's still my world.

- It's strange, isn't it?

How our greatest passions can become our world,

and then out of nowhere...

our world stops feeling like a life.

Hmm. Show me, Cyril.

I want to see Anne's designs.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes, please. Yes! - Yes!

- Thank you.

Oh!

You love women, Anne.

Yours?

- Mmm. Yeah.

- I'm remembering my dream from last night.

- Oh, please, do tell us.

- I'm laughing because...

there was a woman in my dream I didn't know.

And now I--I'm sure it was you, Anne.

- Hmm. I knew you seemed familiar.

What was she doing, though?

- I couldn't say.

You know how it is in dreams?

A mystery person reveals themselves,

but never clearly enough to understand their desires.

Whoo!

- Wop! - Whoa, whoa.

Come on. Come on.

- Yeah.

Now, what's this?

- I'm sharing my birthday cake with you.

- Wait, wait, wait. Is it your birthday?

- Yes, yesterday.

- Oh, we didn't know! - Oh my...

You didn't say. - Here.

- Thank you.

- Wait.

You need to make a wish.

Got it?

- Yes.

- Got it? - Yes.

- To Nathalie. - Happy birthday, Nathalie.

- Thank you. - Happy birthday.

- Mmm! - Mmm.

Tell me something.

I've been drawing a lot.

More than usual.

- Hmm.

Do you think you and her are gonna be friends?

- Elsa?

- No?

- It's hard to explain.

- Mm-hmm.

- It's so pleasurable to be in close contact with a woman

who seems totally at ease.

- What, like a muse?

- It's more than that.

- I understand.

- You do?

- Women like yourself, and then Elsa too, I imagine...

... your memory of men is never as bright and detailed

and incandescent as your memory of other women.

- Did you read that in a book?

- But I think you know very well where I learned that.

- It's funny, isn't it?

Loving someone...

- Mm-hmm.

- ... it sort of estranges you from the world.

- Hmm.

- Raymond. - Hmm?

- I can hold on to my loneliness and still love enormously.

I'm very good at doing both at the same time.

- Anne! - Oh...

I didn't realize the beach was so private.

- You don't have to go.

- You shouldn't spend all day in a wet swimsuit.

Aren't you gonna ask?

- Cyril, I imagine.

I saw it too at Nathalie's. They've become close.

I trust Cécile.

- And him? - Mmm.

I'm not worried about Cyril.

He's skinny like a boy who is already

from many summers ago.

- It's a lot for her.

For you to trust her so much.

- You sound so... wonderfully old-fashioned,

even if you don't mean to.

What's really going on here?

- She's not gonna stay close just 'cause you gave her

so much room.

- Be wrong sometimes.

It's less lonely.

- Oh...

- No?

- Yes.

Very yes.

- Thank you.

The red is a success.

Here.

You look so much like her.

- Mmm.

- There's always a little voice in my head that says:

"Push your shoulders back."

- You're lucky if that's all it says.

"Ugly."

- "Unoriginal."

- "Boring."

- "No fun."

"Inelegant."

"Just the biggest peasant hands."

They're awful.

Are you sure?

- I like your hands.

Veins are so beautiful.

Are you having a good time?

- We were just gonna come join you.

- Elsa is looking for you.

There's a guy.

- A guy?

- Talking to Elsa.

- Of course there is.

Um...

Look, Anne and I got to talk,

and this just felt more right for tonight.

I mean, it's too loud in there.

And we just thought we'd sit in my car and talk for a bit.

Hmm?

- You know, I'm just not feeling up for it tonight.

- You're not feeling well? Since when?

- Can you just tell Elsa that I had to drive Anne home?

- Why don't you find her and tell her yourself?

Do you both think I'm an idiot?

From the moment you arrived.

I told Cyril.

I knew it.

- What's Cyril got to do with any of this?

- Me.

He has to do with me.

Like you before she arrived.

- We didn't plan this, Cécile.

- You've been careless before, Raymond.

Really selfish.

How is this any different?

- We've known each other for a long time.

And there's history.

- Real history.

- This is all so embarrassing.

- Cécile...

Can we talk about this, please?

Can you come back?

- How are you sure?

How can you decide overnight

that you're going to get married?

- We just don't want to waste anymore time.

- Elsa told me last night she will be over soon

to pick up her stuff, in case you're wondering,

or even cared.

- I don't want you to think that we're not considerate

of Elsa's feelings.

I'll get the glasses.

Thank you.

- You terrify me.

- "And they would have no time to cross anyone else,

"for it was all very mysterious

and brought no means..."

It's getting spooky now.

- Ooh! - Mmm, it is.

"Just before I was leaving, they all..."

"And said in a very hysterical way..."

- I let myself in.

What?

- They're not home.

I like your shoes and your bag, your hair.

- I feel sporty.

- It suits you.

Do you think I know myself enough to have short hair?

- Oh, I'm keeping this.

- Are you mad at him?

- It's important to see things coming, Cécile.

Everyone will tell you to be present,

to be in the moment,

but I never found that to be true.

I like to see things coming.

- I think I know what you mean.

I can usually tell when someone I meet once will later be, like,

an important part of my life.

Does that make me psychic?

- You've got an energy around you.

You are a sole life to the smallest things.

- I miss you in this world.

She's making me study all summer.

She doesn't want me to see Cyril.

Like she has any say in that.

- She cares about you. She loves you.

- She thinks I'm lost.

She thinks everybody is lost.

Elsa? - Mm-hmm?

- Are you lost?

- I never really thought about it.

I don't think I would even know how to think about it.

- They're getting married.

- So soon.

- In Paris.

- She's very organized...

even with no heart.

Being organized is...

very emotional for some women.

- Hmm... I don't know.

- What?

- If that's what Raymond wants.

- Raymond never does anything he doesn't want to do.

He loves her.

She loves him.

They have their past, and the past is very powerful.

- The past is conventional.

Raymond isn't happy.

He's lonely.

- You know, sometimes love, I mean real love, looks lonely.

I've never known why that is.

- He looked so happy with you.

- Exactly.

He's very handsome when he's happy.

What are you trying to say?

Hmm?

- I don't know.

But will you help me?

Just...

... I know it may sound a little bit crazy.

But I think maybe there's something that we can do.

Together, I would need your help.

Maybe we could talk to Cyril too, and...

He would help me with anything.

You can come back,

and everything will be happy and perfect.

She has asked you to talk to me, hasn't she?

- And why would you say that?

- Your silence is different.

I'm not in on it.

I'm not gonna stop seeing him.

- Is that what you think Anne wants?

- Isn't it?

If she wants it, do you want it too?

Is that how things are gonna work from now on?

- You really need to spend more time with her.

I've known Anne long enough to notice when she says

exactly the opposite of what she means.

She gets in her own way.

- I get in her way.

Tell me.

You also think I should stop seeing Cyril.

- Cécile...

my love...

no matter how hard you push me,

I'm not going to tell you what to do

or what not to do.

- Fine.

- "Fine," what?

- What's going on?

- Why is it that with some people

marriage feels so permanent,

and with others, it feels like the opposite?

When I get married,

I don't think I want it to feel permanent.

- Hmm.

- Did Elsa tell you what we talked about?

- Cécile, all I want to know is if we can be together.

Sometimes, I think about forever.

Do you?

- You sound younger when you start talking about forever.

- Please don't do that thing.

- What thing?

- That thing where you don't know what to say

so you become mean.

- Be at the spot I showed you, OK?

- OK.

- Cécile?

- Let's go this way.

I need some shade.

- You all right? - Mm-hmm.

- I feel very, very strange.

- I know.

I mean, I do too.

Think of Anne.

- Yeah, only Anne.

Only Anne.

- Mmm.

- It must upset you.

Her and Cyril.

- Mm-mmm.

- You're taking this so, so well.

Why is that?

- I'm trying not to think about it.

- How's that going?

What do you think about

when you try not to think about something?

- Trick question. - Yes.

- Hmm...

I buy things... that don't really suit me.

- Like?

- I have all these red lipsticks I've only worn once.

- I love that.

- You?

- Well, you're looking at it.

I selfishly would like you to be a little more...

- You're only restless because we're vegetable shopping.

OK, repeat after me.

Ready? - No.

- No?

- Yeah.

- Laissez-mo tron... what?

- Moi. Laissez-moi. - Laissez-moi.

- Tranquille. - Tranquille.

- That's a very important one.

- Laissez-moi tranquille. - Yeah.

- Laisse...

- Avec Cyril.

- Avec Cyril.

- Cécile.

- Yes?

- The books, maybe it was a bit hostile.

- You're beginning to seem desperate.

- Excuse me? - Why do you care so much?

- This look on your face, it's like you believe

nothing good has ever happened to you.

- Hey.

- I know things have been tense.

I wanted to tell you properly and privately...

... how much I'm looking forward to getting to know you better.

I love Raymond very much.

The love I have for him will never not include your mother...

and you.

- Have you ever done something mean?

Like...

totally cruel...

on purpose?

Have you ever not stopped yourself?

- I have.

I've hurt people I love on their most important day.

Sometimes, I'll remember when I'm walking somewhere

and I nearly trip or have to pause...

'cause the shame of it comes back like a ghost.

I'm just really tired.

- Is this about Cyril?

Seasonal love can swallow you up.

It feels limitless...

like a song.

- It is like a song.

- Do you think she's still seeing him?

- He's with Elsa now.

- You hate it when I get impatient with records.

- One of the pleasures of records is not having

to think about what comes next.

What?

Tell me.

- I was about to accuse you of trying to live in the moment.

- Where are you going?

- She's waiting.

- Whoo!

- This is a good idea, I swear.

- I hope it works.

- It's already working.

- All right. See you tonight.

Cheers.

Tonight.

Bar du soleil.

- Who was that?

- Don't hate me.

Charles Webb.

We're meeting him and Frances there.

- His wife? - Mm-hmm.

- I didn't realize until this exact moment

how much I was hoping for a night out.

I love that feeling.

- And how's it feel?

- Fizzy.

- And so are you going to be designing your own dress?

- Mmm! I'm considering a skirt suit.

- Chic. I like it.

- The fifth of October? - Mm-hmm.

- But that's so soon, Raymond.

- Well, the fall in Paris just seemed right.

- And you didn't consider waiting a year?

- Not for a second.

What for, though?

- It is romantic to do things quickly.

- Or maybe we do things quickly to keep the romance alive.

- Mmm. - It will be small.

Nothing elaborate.

I'm taking care of all the details.

- Congratulations! Etc., etc., etc.

Oh, I nearly forgot!

- Wow!

- I told you she's too old for that.

- Impossible!

- Oh my goodness! What is that?

This is so cool. - Gorgeous, eh?

- Where did you get this? - Oh, that one is great.

- My own private collection.

Elsa?

Elsa McInberg?

It's her, isn't it?

- Elsa?

I don't know her.

He looks like a Roman statue.

- A cherub.

- A really beautiful, tall cherub.

- I used to dress like that. - You did?

Like him or her?

- Well, are we just going to talk about this beautiful couple

or should we invite them to join us?

To fall in Paris.

- Fall in Paris. Oh.

- To fall in Paris.

- Your accomplice.

- I love you, Anne.

- Come in.

- I thought you might need this.

How are you feeling?

- Did you have fun last night?

Yeah, I was pretty bored.

- Sometimes, I can confuse boredom with feeling hurt.

Both can make a person get carried away.

- Not you.

You never get carried away.

- No, I do.

And then I don't for a very long time.

You must be looking forward to seeing your friends at school.

- I guess I'm looking forward to the fall.

The wedding.

And the change of season.

- It's always easier to leave the house in a jacket, isn't it?

Try and get some more rest, OK?

- How did I do?

Were you jealous?

- I was.

I'm beginning to hate myself.

- Is that new?

- This hate is different.

Feels like a poison inside of me.

- Well, that's guilt.

- Don't do that.

Don't try to name what I'm feeling.

- Why are you doing it?

- When I'm thinking about it, I don't know.

But when I'm not thinking about it,

it feels like I don't have a choice.

- But you do.

- You know what I really don't like?

When I say I don't have a choice,

and then somebody insists that I do.

If I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry.

- Yeah.

But whenever you tell me you're not hungry,

you end up eating from my plate.

I have a present for you.

- No.

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

- She becomes the person...

She can't get hurt.

- That's very sweet.

- Bye.

- Um, I need to grab some things in town.

- We should go before the shops close.

Let me find my list. - Mm-hmm.

- Butter. I used up what we had left.

There were some other things.

You know what? I'll get those tomorrow.

- Hmm.

- I'm going for a swim.

- I should walk this off.

- Très beau. - Ouais, très beau.

Très beau. - Mm-hmm.

Elsa, I don't understand.

- I love that.

So cool.

That's funny.

- Cécile... please, get out of the way.

- What happened?

Don't go!

- It was nice for a moment, wasn't it?

- I can fix this.

Just give me a chance to fix this.

- No, I was wrong.

I was the most wrong I've ever been.

- No, Anne, we need you.

Wait!

- Hello.

You all right?

I could never get up, and that would be absolutely OK.

I could live right here on this tile.

- Mmm.

- Please tell me something.

- About?

- Anything.

I feel like my throat is filling up.

- Her hugs were warm and cool.

Never longer than a few seconds, but you would feel so held.

- Yes.

- Maybe that's what elegance is.

Being warm and cool.

- Does she feel like our secret,

or was that a cruel thing to say.

- Everything will feel cruel for a long time.

- When your mother died...

I was knocked out.

'Cause I was younger, and--and you were small.

And I... don't know what you understood at the time.

Probably so much.

You know, life then was still about new joys, not old ones.

And grief...

grief just did not fit.

There was a period after that where I didn't recover

or remember or...

or move forward.

I--I needed everything up close,

'cause that was the most immediate way to live and...

with Anne...

I was finally, after so long...

good.

- Good?

- Yes.

Good.

I--I loved hearing her in the next room.

I will never, ever take anyone or anything

for granted ever again.

- But we will.

- You came! - Hey.

- I was either gonna bring something or be late,

and now I'm late and empty-handed.

- I'm just happy you came, so don't worry about it.

Your coat? Just over here.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- I'll come find you in a sec.

- Take your time.