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This is Bonnie. Hello.

We're on the roads of Val-de-Marne
on this beautiful summer day,

and we've been following a black R5

with a bumper sticker of the station.

And now the gentleman is stopping.

He's getting out of his car
and coming towards us.

Give it.

- An envelope.
- Yes.

Oh wow!

That's unbelievable!

- Thank you, Radio 1.
- Have a nice day.

Thanks a lot!

Goodbye.

I have my permit.

The passenger seat stresses me out.

What stresses you out
is a woman driving.

You've got outdated ideas.
Get rid of them, man.

Don't complain about old ideas.

You've got a job thanks to your ass.

What?

I have my job
because you're sleeping with me?

You piss me off. Nobody will keep you.

Many women would love to be
in your shoes.

Miss, want to be on the radio?

This gentlemen is available.

He's not good in bed,
but your future's guaranteed.

What should I say? Is it a contest?

Jerk!

Highway 186 between Versailles
and Choisy-le-Roi

is full of romantic and fanciful stories

because it's the road Louis XV took
to go to Choisy castle

where Madame Pompadour lived.

We're slowly making our way
to the square with the same name.

We're now following
a Peugeot station wagon, 1163EC94.

I hope this gentleman has his radio on.

Apparently nothing's happening.

Bonnie, repeat the number.
Even I didn't understand.

Thank you, Patrice.
I was about to do that.

To the gentleman driving a station wagon
license plate number 1163EC94,

if you hear us, pull over

or you'll miss out on happiness.

I think he heard us

because he finally stopped.

He'll surely move quickly.

No. Apparently he has a small problem.

Yes, that must be it.

He must have problems
with his seat belt.

It's crazy how many drivers,
overcome with emotion,

get tangled up in their seat belts
and can't get out.

Bonnie's rushing out of the car,
following her heart.

She's rushing towards the man
still in his car.

Maybe he doesn't know
he could win the big prize

of 10,000 francs. There he is.

Bonnie's on the job.
She'll give him a helping hand.

Nothing's broken?

Our listener's appeared,
but it's not over yet.

He seems in shock and barely reacting.

Go on, sir.

Unbuckle and run towards a fortune.

Bonnie has him by the hand,
and they're running.

My God. He just slipped.
He almost fell and hurt himself.

It's an astonishing spectacle
to see a listener

run towards luck.

What's your name, sir?

Perlin, Ferdinand Perlin.

We had trouble getting you, didn't we?

I'm not often lucky, so obviously

I'm not used to it.

You're making up for it.

- We'll choose an envelope.
- Yes.

- The middle one.
- That one?

We'll count the money. Watch it.

Ten, 20, 30, 40, 50...

Sixty francs. That's great!

And that's something.
What do you think, Ferdinand?

I'm in shock. Thank you, Radio 1.

Sixty francs isn't bad,

because I've got about 5,000 in repairs.

Dear friends, it's also great

driving in Val-de-Marne. Watch out

because maybe luck is following you.

Get in. We're leaving.
I hope you'll be okay.

Don't worry about me.

We can't just leave him!

Get in or walk.

No, Patrice.
I didn't mean what I said earlier.

- We can't leave him like this.
- We have no time.

Call an ambulance or a tow.

A tow truck, it's fine.
Fees, it's fine.

We can't do anything for him.

He got into trouble on his own.

You're vile.

Don't argue. I prefer some help.

It would've been a pleasure but...

- Okay, let's go.
- Are you walking home too?

Well, I'm going.

Come!

It'll be fast. I work out.

Really?

- It's hard.
- I haven't worked out enough.

You could help us instead of laughing!

Bonnie! It's pointless.
Come here immediately!

I'll give her back in five minutes.

Listen, Patrice.

Let's push.

- It'll take five minutes.
- Let's go!

It's heavy.

Patrice!

Bastard!

We'll have to push
or you'll be sleeping here.

Push!

Let us do it. You'll get dirty.

This'll be the one. Go.

It's coming.

Push!

Let's go!

It's coming.

Go.

Don't touch anything. Ask first.

I didn't do anything.
Your car is garbage.

Before I met you, this car was perfect.

I'm going to Bangkok Monday.

Goodbye everyone.

You're going to Bangkok in this?

Just watch me.

Sell it in Dijon
and buy a return ticket.

It's easy to make fun of people
who are leaving.

You don't get it.

Sometimes you suffocate in Paris.

The road is like a little voice

that says, "Leave everything."

But in my case, the road says,

"Go. Nobody wants you."

Maybe I'm making a mistake,
but I have nothing here.

My goldfish died last week.

Cancer.
He went from hospital to hospital.

- The horror.
- Okay, bye.

Hey.

Think of me
when you're in your hot bath.

You've no idea how good it feels.

They shut off my hot water.

Don't be shy.
Stay in as long as you want.

Did you hitchhike home?

I managed.

Feel better? Have you calmed down?

- I'm in great shape.
- Go get dressed.

First, go out, ring the bell,
and see if I open the door. Okay?

Why? I have a key.

Good question. Give it.
I changed my mind.

Shit.

I think there's a little problem. Hi.

Do you have a towel for my hair?
This is broken.

Shit, my hair dryer.

Don't be shocked. It's made in Taiwan.

Junk.

What is this?

I felt alone
and suddenly I need affection.

Have you looked at him?

He has other qualities.

It's not so bad being dumped by a slut.

What?

I don't know what your problem is, man,

but you should be respectful,
especially with a lady.

You better shut your gnome up.

Watch out, big guy.

Good thing you're handicapped
or you'd have a problem.

There you go.

Bad luck, buddy, I'm a leftie.

Tomorrow morning,
go straight to the unemployment agency.

Patrice, wait!

- Where's my escalope?
- I'll bring you some ice.

No, only an escalope works.

I know. I've done some boxing.

You shouldn't have stopped.
That's all I have.

From now until it thaws out...

Still, good thing you were here.

That calmed him down.

Otherwise, I would've gotten it all.

I'm happy to help.

He really banged you up.

Can I do something
to make you forgive me?

I'm never careful with people
and regret it afterwards.

Are you crazy?

Sorry.
I don't know what came over me. I...

I'm usually careful.

It's your fault. Hearing nice things...

I'm not used to that.
And change your clothes.

I hate being jumped on.
Don't take it personally.

I will take it personally.
You're not the first. I'm used to it.

I thought I could kiss spontaneously

but no. Who do I think I am?

Turn around. This'll make you sick.

It's true. Sometimes I forget
how repulsive I am.

In any case, today,

under 1.8 m,
you need permission to live.

Stop it.
If you were 2.3 m it'd be the same.

I'm not angry.

You were right to put me in my place.

What are we talking about?
I don't know you.

I took you home to dry off
and nothing more.

There are pros for that.

As soon as I relax, a guy jumps me!

What did I ever do to you?

I don't even have a job anymore.

I'm sick of it!

Don't cry because guys find you sexy.

That's not all there is in life.

No.

It counts.

In any case, beauty is only skin deep.

What does that mean?

It's a mystery.

My mother told me that when I was a kid.

I wasn't good-looking when I was a kid.

I'm going to bed.

Okay. Good night.

Watch it!

- I think I had too much.
- I'll carry you.

That's a closet. The bedroom's there.

Excuse me.

You're very strong.

That's the bed.

- I've seen you before.
- I have to go.

- Come closer.
- It's a mistake.

- I'm nearsighted, you know.
- Yes?

Closer.

Did you do that all by yourself?

Yes. Sorry.

No, it's fine.

You're on my raincoat!

Watch what you're driving on!

Idiot.

- Am I late?
- No.

I'll never make it. You have no idea.

I'm not even late.
The pink's very pretty.

This is my last chance, then I'm fired.

Let's go, girls.

And very sappy. It's second level.

Less feedback, please.

- Is that better?
- Thanks.

"You have a beautiful complexion."
"Are you back from vacation?"

"No, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Go on vacation tanned

in 20 minutes per day..."

"Already tanned."

- Otherwise, they won't get it.
- It's not in my text.

Okay, let's continue.

"You have a beautiful complexion."
"Back from vacation?"

"No, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Go on vacation already tanned
in 20 minutes per day

with Solaroid UVA 2000."

"No more sunlight blackouts."

"With Solaroid UVA 2000,
tan all year long

with no sunburn,

no dry skin, no risk."

"In its travel kit,

Solaroid UVA 2000
weighs only two kilos."

"Take the sun in your suitcase."

Can you make it a bit sunnier?

- You did do it a bit cloudy.
- Let me finish.

I screwed him for two hours.
He was like Superdupont.

With his 1968 kind of trip,

leave everything behind,
go east towards serenity,

I was ashamed.

The baseline listeners are pathetic.

Too true!

The worst was his face which could

win a grimacing contest without moving.

He's confident!

He flirts five minutes
after meeting you.

Can you believe it?

Class. A dame, a real knockout.

He has the right to live, the poor guy.

It's borderline.

If I were him,
I might take a trip to the vet.

- One needle and it's over.
- Stop!

The kind of girl

you say, "I have to accept it."
"She isn't for me." At first.

And after?

After, it's surprising.

Did you screw her? Stop your nonsense.

- Maybe he was waiting for you.
- I can't tell you.

How did you get rid of him?

Are we redoing it or not?

We have a problem with the client.

You have to say,
"Without excessive dryness of the skin."

It's a division of Roto-Grill.

The redhead with the mustache...
I think that's for you.

I'm out of here!

Open the door!

Occupied.

Shit.

That's my door. Gentle!

You're a bastard!
Open up and I'll punch you in the face!

Idiot! Go on! Open!

Don't turn. An odor's following you.

Idiot.

I made him a great bathroom.

But that jerk Berthier
gave me bad cement.

So when he took his shower,
the tiles fell on him.

- Now he's not satisfied.
- You're right. That guy's bad.

You're all against me?

It's both "sun" and "art selling."

It's very good for communication.

- I hope it will rain.
- Goodbye, gentlemen.

If I were you,
I'd arrange things with Patrice.

You're nuts.

My things were already
in the hall this morning.

- Why didn't I shut up?
- That...

I know, but I have a crazy job.
I can't manage.

- I'm sick of it!
- One sec. My buddy has a problem.

- You're still here?
- Yeah.

- I've gotten red all over you.
- He got black on you.

Shit!

You're annoying.
Can't you flirt normally?

Don't you like the DS?

What's this?

.44s.

Is that blood on the seat?

You don't expect it to be new, do you?

Come on. Be serious.

See, Joël, in my life,

finally,
I realize that I've been running.

So I wouldn't fall.

I swear.

If someone told me...

Well, a woman,
a bit like the chick from yesterday,

if someone said, "Stop, I'm here,"

I swear that...

I'd say no.

I don't see who could ask me that.

I should get out of here.
This isn't for me.

You haven't left. Trust me.

I only charged you for used parts.

Will you do it on credit?

An old guy said, and he was right,

"Give credit, lose your house."

Come on...

There's no "come on." You don't care!

Have you seen what you owe me?

All this?

Radio is too good for me.

Maybe they'll want me
at the shopping center.

Stop it.

I'm the one who should go see the vet.

You have to struggle.

In radio, only one person is important.

The program director.
You've seen what hangs out

in front of his office.

You gotta get up early to see him.

Except that guy has a secretary.

Start off classic with Éliane.
Chocolate.

Then ask about knitting.

- Do you see me doing a moss stitch?
- I have to think about it.

When we learned François-Albert
was taking afternoons,

I'd been on it for a week already.

I'm eating with him soon.

And there's the job.

You don't realize it,
but you're very organized.

Just thinking about it...
I'm incapable.

You're as smart as anyone.

What's François-Albert like?

I'm crazy. He has an awful reputation.

Really?

He's so busy, he's about to drop.
He'll be on leave in a month

and I'll have the show for myself.

If you freak out, call me.

And watch out.

You don't have to tell me twice,
bunch of idiots...

- Taxi!
- François-Albert!

Hello, sweetie.

Hello.

Hello.

We have to talk.
You have things to do, right?

- Not really.
- No.

We have plenty of time for work.

Come.

Do you do radio too?

Sometimes.

That's nice. I love new people.

...especially intellectual contact.

Well, excuse me, girls.

You can say naughty things.

He's crazy, but I like him.

Apparently it's mutual.

You think so? No.

You bitch!

I've been on him a month.
You can't steal him.

It's not my fault.
I have to make it too.

You had your chance.

It's fine.

You're very pretty.

- You think?
- No.

- Is there a problem?
- Not at all.

She's a nice girl.

She's a bit overworked right now.

I know what that's like.

Raymond is making my life hell.

He wants the project for himself.

- I'm in shit.
- Really?

What kind of show is it?

It's the best show in ten years.

An idea which is

amazing.

Obviously,
otherwise he'd never have paid.

Then it's easy. You just have to do it.

Yes, I have to work very hard.

The problem is,
I have no idea what the idea could be.

Sometimes, I regret.

I never should have been a genius.

It's exhausting.

Do you want me to help?

Bonnie, please.

Can you go see René right away?
He's waiting.

RENÉ TARDY
LITIGATION SERVICE

Oh, Bonnie.

Hello, René. Hello, sir.

I called you. I think you had a problem

with this gentlemen, you and Patrice.

Yes, sorry. Did you find a tow truck?

No.

We went back home.

Sorry, yes.

Sorry, we see so many people.

Yes, so...

He came to see us about an accident

which happened during the show.
Sit down.

Sorry.

Unfortunately, you are responsible.

I don't think our insurance company
can intervene.

- I understand. Excuse me.
- One second.

Please allow me to offer you this bag.

- That's nice.
- With Radio 1, it's normal.

Yes.

- I hope that it will work itself out.
- I don't see how.

- But thanks anyway.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Bonnie.
- Goodbye, René.

- Well, goodbye.
- Bye.

Bonnie?

Bonnie!

Looking for the exit? It's this way.

I don't know where I live.

"A show by François-Albert." You bet.

WALBAUM NATIONAL DELIVERY SERVICE

Don't make that face.

I knew you were there.

Don't be upset. We'll take care of you.

You've got red there.

It's not a boat. It's garbage.

Forget it.
I've got a gift for you. Come.

Come on.

So do you like it?

Listen, it's nice, but...

We'll get rid of it for him.

Otherwise, what's insurance for?

But it's the principle.

Principles are comfortable
for sitting on.

Come on.

- That's it! Have fun!
- Quiet!

- Your girlfriend is nuts.
- No, she's in love.

- That's no reason to yell.
- Quiet.

That way.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- See, he doesn't want it.
- Enough!

FOR SALE

That's very rare.

- Let's get out of here!
- Asshole!

Hands in the air! First warning!

Sorry, we've got the wrong car.

Second warning!

He's crazy.

- Third warning!
- Let's get out of here.

- That idiot is nuts.
- Let's calm down.

We're leaving. We're sorry.

- He's a bit agitated.
- Thank you.

- Asshole!
- Bravo.

What do we do? We're in trouble.

- Calm!
- You're gonna do something stupid!

I don't care!
It's been stolen five times.

Understandable.

You're gonna die.

Get out of there or I'll kill you!

We're in trouble.

This is going to end badly.

- He's really angry.
- Go ahead!

- Bravo!
- We're gonna burn!

My car!

My car.

- Come on, let's go.
- I'm going to catch on fire.

Go fast!

I'll make you another one tomorrow.

At the Petit-Clamart.

I'm talking to you.

Excuse me. I was thinking about a girl.

I put my finger on the problem, man.

If it's just a finger,
you won't catch anything.

You two are refined.

Like every night,

Sophie on Radio 1: Sleep on It.

- I'm listening to you, sir.
- Hello?

I've been married for ten years

and I can't anymore.

What can't you do anymore?

I can't anymore.

Morning and evening, it's too much.
I can't anymore.

But I...

Get a hold of yourself, sir.
It's the only way.

In my opinion, it's a medical problem.

You should see your doctor.

No. It's too delicate.
I'm not brave enough.

Yes, you are.

Like you had the courage
to call this evening.

Good luck.

That's our last call for tonight.

And that's the end of Sleeponlt.

Sophie wishes you good night.

You're listening to Radio 1.

According to my Seiko quartz watch,
the time is 20 seconds past one o'clock.

Time for newsflash. Hello, Bruno.

Hello and good evening.

Social: tensions still reign
in the Châtellerault factories.

The mediator named by the minister

met with the union leaders
assembled since yesterday morning.

Despite the late hour, Paul Blignon,
mediator, suggested jumping

right into the heart of the subject.

"Okay for an all-nighter,"
said the delegates

who are with the mediator
at this very moment.

The question is whether
the management representatives

will agree to join them in the morning

as Paul Blignon has requested.

If not, that would signify

a extension of the conflict
now in its 48th day,

which represents so many cracks
in the Ravard empire.

I don't know.
It started getting stronger.

And stronger.

I had a lot of pleasure.

You've no idea how ashamed I am.

No need to be ashamed.

- Your body's expressing itself.
- Yes.

It could express itself with a cute guy.

Physically, he's vile.

Yet, I couldn't sleep earlier.
It's all I could think about.

I disgust myself.

Sincerely, do you think I'm normal?

You have to settle this.

Because somewhere there was confusion
in your sex life.

No? Come. We'll talk because...

I have to explain.
There's no need to make a fuss.

In my opinion,
it's typical of the problem of a split.

On the one hand, you've got art,
success, big hopes.

And on the other hand, sex.

Well, the body.
And that's the gray area.

Paul can explain it better.

Think about it.

It's not the guy's face
you have sex with.

- Get it?
- No, not really.

Of course you do!

Can you mind your own business, boys?

By chance, you find a guy

and you fit perfectly.

Now you're no longer on the same planet.

That's exactly it.

But what anxiety. It's awful.

You can't complain.

Go on, tell me.

No, it's personal.

It's like the time I ate 18 pastries.

Have you done that?

Yes, from time to time, thanks.

The last time was at a luxury hotel.

An absence, I went to the guys' place,

and then, a flash.

We spent three days in bed,

and I promise you
that it's better for you than jogging.

But Paul, it's an old story.

Three days, the horror.
I can't. I have work.

Think of something else.

Don't you have an old lay somewhere?

No, but I have a terrible advantage
with François-Albert.

François-Albert, she's crazy.
Why not Paul while you're at it.

Excuse me. That's true.
You're above all that.

After all, we can't say anything.

But someone's bad lay
is someone else's good lay.

Everyone knows!

The class is over.
Put away your notebooks, kids.

To go back to your story,

you have two solutions.

Either you forget it
or you deal with it.

You're right. I'll forget about it.

RING LOUDLY

YOU IDIOT, I WAITED 1 HOUR

Did I win something again?

No, it's personal.

Can I come in?

- What's that?
- It's an overnight bag.

Yes, but no. It's not night.

Your place is nice.
Well, it could've been.

You even have two rooms.

The bedroom is...

I didn't understand your intentions.

Excuse me.

Are you not well?

Yes. I mean, no.

I must have eaten something bad.

Why don't you leave me your number

and I'll call you.

I went across Paris
not expecting to be thrown out!

I didn't ask you for anything.
Please be nice and leave me alone.

No!

Where are you going? Are you nuts?

You're headed towards disappointment.

We started off on the wrong foot.

It's not my style. I need some feelings.

Stop!

It's true. I need a bit of affection.

I don't know, a bit of tenderness.

- Otherwise, I can't.
- That's not true.

Wham, bam, thank you ma'am...
Guys love it.

- Wait for me!
- I'm not "guys."

My name is Ferdinand!

No! Come back, Ferdinand!

- Stop. I won't bite.
- Yes, you will!

- You're not very sociable.
- Leave me alone or I'll scream!

I can't even talk to you!

- Help!
- That's enough!

Can I get a word in edgewise?

- Leave me alone.
- Will you listen to me, shit?

- I don't care. We're not leaving.
- Leave it.

Smart.
Because of your nonsense, we're stuck.

It's no big deal.

- Do you have a lighter?
- No, I quit smoking.

Are you okay?

Are you claustrophobic?

No, I'm asthmatic. It's a nervous tic.

- Calm down and listen.
- Yes.

Calm down, Ferdinand.

Don't move. I'll relax you.

I feel myself relaxing a bit.

Oh shit, the keys.

Are you okay?

Wait. What is that?

If I didn't hold myself back,
I'd almost be happy.

Life is stupid.

It's true. I wasn't always a moron.

I could've been a naval architect.
I went to school for that.

I designed boats. That was my thing.

I drew well.

Then I got involved in a crazy thing.

A sailboat for fishing.

Fuel is the biggest expense for sailors.

I designed a superb trimaran.

But in France... We've got no fuel,

but when someone's got ideas,
nobody cares.

So I started making it myself

by doing little jobs.

It was magnificent,
a really beautiful boat.

But it was a screw-up.
No place for fish.

I hadn't thought about room
in the hold for the fish.

It's not easy with a multihull.

So I lost it.

An aversion to the sea.

I can barely walk by a fishmonger now.

So I escape.

There's nobody with me to help me.

I was all alone.

Now that I've met you, I don't know...
Maybe it's stupid,

but I feel like...

Sorry. I must've fallen asleep.
What were you saying?

Nothing. When I was a kid,
I wanted to be a principal dancer.

I had diabetes, so I stopped.

That's treatable. It's not serious.

No, it's not serious.

OIL

Shit! The door!

I've got other stuff to do.

You have no idea. This is awful.

How did this happen?
9:00 a.m. can you believe it?

They're going to be furious.

How could I do this?

The shame.

Couldn't you have woken me up too?

Sorry. It's not your fault, but...

I'm sorry. Well...

Go get off on your own!

Yes, but you know we're busy right now.

No, the weekend is impossible.

Hold on.

Yes, hello.

Bonnie, it's Joe.

Really?

Hello. Yes? I was waiting for you.

I don't know. Figure it out.
It's your problem.

No, I'm not talking to you. What?

What do you want me to say?

I don't have four arms.
That's it. Later.

- It can't be.
- What?

I damaged another glass door.

It's you or me.

How am I supposed to work?

It's the seventh, so?

I'm exchanging a gas stove
for a 404 door.

- Interested, jerk?
- Come on, sir. Be polite!

I am polite. Screw you.

Excuse me.
Do you have two 50-cent coins?

Again? Fuck!

What about this one?

Look.

So? Having fun?

Sex isn't the only thing.

I'm so tired. It feels so good.

You're pissing me off!

Figure it out, shit!
Take the initiative!

- It has to go out tonight.
- I feel it.

I've been waiting two hours
for the game!

There it is! I have no time!

- I don't know what this show's like.
- Silence.

Button it.

How can I concentrate?

My grandmother called.

You're breaking your back for garbage.

In your place, I don't know, but...

One second. I'm coming.

Don't worry. He's great.

In a month, he'll be on leave.

I'll take over the show
and make it mine.

Get rid of this. The nonsense is over.
We're starting over.

We need to launch a style, not a show.

And the style is blitz.

We accelerate. We speed up.

We blitz.

Power, the media, fashion...
We create the blitz.

The 33s become 45s,
the singles become 78s.

Put it in overdrive, sleep two hours,
earn a living. That's the blitz.

Watch out. Those things are dangerous.

The blitz feeling will surge
like a tidal wave.

McDonald's food
is no longer blitz enough.

Now it's pills and coffee
from a machine.

- You okay?
- Yes.

- You follow me?
- Yes.

I trust you with the details.

Just think about it.

Think about what?

Blitz.

We work well together.

We're starting all over again.

- What?
- Seriously?

Am I annoyed? Yes?

- Hello, Bonnie?
- Who?

It's Ferdinand.

That's all I needed.

After the other evening,
I've got an extra pair of glasses here.

Give them to the desk.
I'll send someone.

Hang on! That's too easy.

I thought about it.
You don't just forget a pair of glasses.

No.

That means you're dying to see me.

But something's stopping you.

Interesting.
Did you read that in Cosmo?

I'm about to leave.

There's not much time
to assume your contradictions.

What is he doing to me?

What's this ridiculous psychoanalysis?

Hi, people.

Hello, Raymond.

Hi, Raymond.

Are you happy? Are things advancing?

- Yes.
- Good. Continue.

Raymond, we have to see...

Call me tomorrow and we'll set it up.
Bye.

That's enough.
If I want a sofa, I don't need you.

Apparently, it's harder for a bed.

Jeez, you're not alone!

Keep my glasses! You piss me off!

PIERRE BONNARD
DRAWING AND WATERCOLORS

Hi, Léa.

I thought you were dead.

Medicine has progressed.

- I came to explain.
- That'll be difficult.

Can I come in? Your light's broken.

Last time, I slipped out like a thief.

"A thief"? You left like a coward.

Like a rat. Like a piece of shit!

I waited for you.
And I was worried. Imagine.

I called twice. The line was busy.

Please don't fuck with me.

You're harsh, Léa, really harsh.

If you only knew what happened to me.

I was kidnapped
by the Red Brigades downstairs.

They mixed me up
with the ambassador's son.

I was held in Bulgaria three months.

Not to mention the hardship
and physical abuse.

I was able to escape.
I just left the DST.

They interrogated me for hours...

Stop. You're not making me laugh.

No? Well...

Listen, you're still a bastard.

Sorry. I acted badly but...

I didn't know you'd miss me.

Our relationship was over.

So? We can still talk.

Yes.

Do you have a Coke?

Excuse me.

So?

Are you managing?

Not really. Actually, I'm leaving so...

Well, almost. I have a problem.

A mechanical problem that's...

Speaking of...

- Are you using the fridge?
- The fridge?

I don't know if you remember

but when we bought it,
you didn't have your checkbook.

- I paid for it.
- Are you serious?

We can discuss it.

If you're using it,
you can partially repay me.

- It was 1,400 francs.
- You asshole.

- You asshole.
- I didn't come for that.

Léa, I didn't come for that.
I came to see you too.

Excuse me. This is mine.
So I'm keeping it.

Not now. I'll come back tomorrow.

Certainly not.

Take it with you now and we're done.

- Listen, Léa!
- Come on!

You can understand. I need a few bucks.

- Yes. Go.
- You'll break it.

- Even better!
- My hands!

Now leave me alone! Before I forget...

I came here to make peace.

Oh yeah? Go!

- My things.
- Yes.

- No!
- Go!

- Go!
- No!

- Léa!
- Have a nice trip!

Oh damn!

I bothered you. Were you napping?

Barely.

Be gentle.
It's not my fault you nap with girls.

Sorry but it's Sunday.

Joël, are you angry with me?

There are two solutions: I strangle you

or I fix your car for free
but you go far away!

Know what you are? Handicapped at life.

- Are you serious?
- Not even.

- So?
- You've got a nice place.

This is an interesting bed.

Did you like it?

Yeah, it was great.

It was very blitz.

You can't leave like this.
I'll find you the number.

Two girls. They'll tide you over.

Forget it. I don't feel like it.

Ferdinand, one's a butcher.

Your lobster was a piece of work
but she's not the only woman.

There are other sluts.

- Okay, I'll call you.
- Yeah.

Oh, yes, your glasses. Will you come in?

No, let's limit the nonsense.
Go in alone and hand them to me.

I have to find them.

In this mess...

Five minutes?

- Okay, but no touching.
- No.

- Wait.
- No. Don't start!

We can still be polite.

The glasses were there this morning.
I saw them.

Listen...

What happened between us doesn't count.

What?

Yes. We could say that.

Listen, it's true. We're not animals.

We should be able to control...

Well, all of this.

Just don't think about it.

I wasn't.

We have nothing to say to each other.

What we do together isn't really great.

I wouldn't say that.

No big deal. I'm leaving.
The car is fixed.

Good. That way,
we'll never see each other again.

Yes, it's better to stop.

Imagine if we couldn't resist
each other?

How terrible.

Well...

I'll find the glasses
and send them to you.

No, it's fine.

My raincoat.

No problem. It's not raining.

Yeah, forget it.

You're actually not stupid.

- That's nice.
- No, you're an imbecile.

You have to continue. Why stop?

You're talented.

You don't know everything.

I almost married Caroline of Monaco.

It didn't happen.
Something about VAT. Nonsense.

Too hard.

And it isn't hard for me?

I don't have this talent.

I don't do anything important.

I better hurry up.
I won't fool people for long.

It's true and I'm not even pretty.

Stop. Don't ever say that again.

It's true.
I have every flaw known to man.

Good thing you have flaws.

Good thing. You're a prototype.
It's normal.

There are tons of fake
Marilyns and Bardots.

You're unique, so beauty...

Who cares. It's in your head.

Liar.

- We're exaggerating.
- Yes.

Watch out because you'll end up
having pleasure.

We'll see.

She's crazy.

She pinches
and bites her sexual partner.

You've got a problem.

I might end up getting used to it.

It's true. You're not entirely ugly.

First, I'm not ugly. I'm mediocre.

As for my body, I'm well-proportioned.

I have very nice feet.

Nobody can tell
because you dress in garbage bags.

I dress practically.

Don't be angry.

You have other qualities,
but you're not fit to be seen.

We must see each other again.

Yes, occasionally.

No, not occasionally.

Why don't you pick me up at the station?

No, at Pacifique on rue Quincampoix.

At nine o'clock, okay?

Yes?

I want the exact opposite but clean.

It's for going out, to impress someone.

Maybe a bit too much?

- It's classic.
- Yes.

- Precisely...
- It's very chic.

At the same time, you're out of style.

Yes, that's it.

Is it normal for the shoes
to feel tight?

They're calfskin.

It's true. It's amazing.
I look 100 years old in this.

You're not very lucky.

When we gave you the proof,
you were totally out of it.

It's logical.
We're making shit...

...so we have a shitty ad.

We'll talk tomorrow. I have to go.

Two coffees and the bill, please.

Sorry, I don't work here.

- Sorry.
- Yes.

Poor idiot.

I don't know where I'll be tomorrow.

You're not going to be depressed,
are you?

I already am. You can't see that?

Tell me what's wrong.

- Leave them. We're going.
- Can you wait five minutes?

Make it quick then.

Thank you.

You can't leave me like this.
I'm starting to feel better.

Come and have a drink.

- No, listen...
- You can introduce us to your guy.

- Quickly.
- Only one. The last one.

Champagne.

- A glass.
- A martini for me.

Bonnie.

- How is he?
- I didn't see him.

Gramps is out of it.

What is that?

He's from the agricultural show.

His feet are hot.

Hey, buddy. Welcome home.

You already have a fan. He wants you.

Those things shouldn't be allowed
to reproduce.

Stop. I hate that!

Look at him.
That's the baseline listener.

Depressing, isn't it?

That isn't him, is it?

Garbage. That disgusts me.

Is something funny?

No, but when you come to the city,
put your shoes on. It's better.

- Do they make them for men?
- Let go.

You're crazy!

Get out of here. That's enough.

Put that down. It's very dangerous.

Out. Enough nonsense!

I'm dying.

You're crazy! What's gotten into you?

I couldn't let those idiots
drag me through the mud.

Calm down, undertaker, or you'll pay.

Let me go!

Stop!

Shit! I'm bleeding.
He destroyed my face.

Stop whining.

It's funny. I'm suffering.

Stop fighting! Stop!

There's a 225-franc bill here.

- Who's paying?
- Just a minute!

Stop!

Sophie!
Come and calm down this imbecile!

- If you don't pay, I'll call the cops!
- That's enough!

- Sophie!
- Let him...

Let him go!

- I'll do it now.
- Let him go.

He annoyed me.

Help.

You won't pay it in full.

- Help.
- Yes, I will.

I'm pathetic. But I pay.

That's smart.

I'm not fit to be seen?
You're ashamed?

That's no reason to hit people.

People? Who are they? Your friends?

From the zoo?

One last time!

- One last time!
- No!

- No!
- No, let's go. Time for bed!

He doesn't dress
like a notary to go eat.

Right. Beside that, I look suburban.

What do you want?

Shit.

I don't give a shit!

Get out. It's too late.

I'm sorry for what happened last night.

It's my fault.
I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry.

You should take advantage
because I never apologize.

But you didn't help.

Those people were very important to me.

I didn't know
they were important people.

I don't listen enough.

- I have to change. Leave.
- No.

I don't want you to go, Ferdinand.

I feel good with you.
And when you touch me, it's...

I've never said this to anyone before.

I'm sick of people chasing me
for my ass!

I don't look like a sex symbol.

It's true.

My keys.

Here.

My keys!

She's crazy. Good shot.
What do I do now?

It's fate.

Fuck.

What do you suggest? A rusty boat?

A 403 Commerciale?
Can't you try to win for once?

Two fists up and go.
That's how it works.

Move.

What are you doing?

I've already given.
I've played my part. I lost.

I'm embarrassing, so I'm going.

- You're crazy.
- Do you see another solution?

- Don't do that. You'll kill yourself.
- Let me go!

Ouch.

I know your game.

Trampling over others is easy.

I can't do that.

The noise bothers me.

I'm not a rich kid. I have principles.

You don't have a monopoly on poverty!

I was born into trash.
I'll never go back!

I'm leaving. Do you know why?

I'm not afraid of getting hit.
I'm used to it.

It's because you disgust me.

You may be pretty on the outside
but your inside is a horror.

All you care about is your ass,
success, and radio.

Screw the embarrassing rest.

- Morally, you stink!
- Take it back!

I can't. It's true.

Take it back or I'll untie you.

- Stingy.
- Here.

Stop!

No, I don't want you to die!

- Pull me up!
- I can't! It's slipping!

- Are you okay? Are you hurt?
- I'm fine.

Bravo. You won.

When a guy sucks at a siphon that hard,

you can't do anything for him.
Bye and have a nice fall!

- You're not leaving me here?
- Watch me.

You're trash!

Yes, I'm trash and you're garbage.

- That's all.
- Bonnie!

Shit!

I'm in trouble.

I can't believe it.

Is anyone there?

Cancel all your meetings. Call Joe.

Make arrangements with Raymond
by 10:00 tomorrow.

Got it? Do it!

Radio 1 is very blitz.

There's a half-lit cigarette here.
Put them out correctly!

She's like Napoleon.
Doesn't fit through the doors.

- Should we listen again?
- Yes. Let's go.

Yes?

- Yes? What?
- Radio 1 is very blitz.

Bonnie. It's nice of you to come.

You can't do this to me!

You know, I was at my wit's end.

I was home alone.

Alone with myself.

While cooking two eggs
in my little kitchen,

I burned myself on the pan. It hurt.

And I started crying like a kid.

I threw myself out of the window.

The first floor window?
He has a detached house in Garches.

The intent was there.

What about me?
What do I do about your fucking show?

Don't get upset.

Patrice will fill the schedule
with his show on animals.

He has his team. You go on vacation.

- My flowers!
- I don't want your vacation!

I want to work!
I don't want to be on vacation!

He's an idiot!

Do something. The flowers...

The pretty flowers...

Next time you commit suicide,
I'll finish the job.

Calm down.

Calm down.

No, I don't know.
I'll be right there. I have to go.

I can't put it off.

I don't know how to tell you.

I did something without getting
enough guarantees,

there was a misunderstanding,
and I have to explain.

It seems I'll have trouble explaining.

Yes, it's shit.

I know, but I can't do anything
for you right now.

You have to change the motor.

Listen, I have to go.

I don't know. Two or three weeks?

Maybe more. I prefer overestimating.

Okay, we'll talk then.
Bye and good luck.

My car!

Don't hold back!

Those pigs!

It's unbearable.

- Please, ma'am.
- What am I going to do?

Give me a break. It's too sad.

I'll tell you, ma'am,
you will have hope.

Because things
won't always be this bleak.

Are you sure?

I promise you, ma'am.
Don't hesitate to call us back.

Goodbye, ma'am.

You can take five. I've got commercials.

Sophie lost her voice,
so Bonnie is replacing her tonight.

Oh shit!

Fuck! This damned escalope.

I hate escalopes!

This is Bonnie on Radio 1.

Sleep on It. Goodevening.

One second. I'll put you through.

I'm putting a call through.

Good evening, sir. I'm listening.

Sir?

Well, it's not going very well.

One day someone told me
I'd end up a bum.

And now it's happened.

I've hit bottom. I'm a bum.

What's your name?

Ferdinand.

I shouldn't have called.

It was yet another mistake.

Now I've got you, now that you're here,
the best thing to do is to talk.

It's very simple.

No, it's not simple at all.

Recently, I met

a great girl.

I should have been wary

because it was suspect for me.
We had nothing to do together.

Except make love.

You mean it was physical
with no feelings?

Is that possible?

I don't know.

Yes, it happened to me.

- I couldn't handle it.
- You pushed her away?

- It was hard, but I did it.
- So what's the problem?

You don't want her and she's gone.

No! It isn't that simple.

She has an awful character.

- I didn't understand at first.
- What didn't you understand?

It's not easy to tell you...

someone.

Now that I've ruined everything,
I think that

she had feelings for me.

Yes, it's possible.

Now it's a real drama.

You're never satisfied.

You have no idea.

She's a brilliant girl
who succeeds at everything.

I'm nothing.

Success comes and goes.

Wait. Don't hang up.

- I have to imagine, but...
- Yes?

Maybe she has doubts too?

I know where doubts lead.

She should forget them and me.

You're annoying me.

If you hate yourself,
how can anyone love you?

I'll call you back.

Make an effort.

The last time I did that,
people got hurt.

I'm hesitating.

Maybe you went in the wrong direction.

Maybe it's much easier.

THE COMMERCIALS!

Shit!

Listen, Ferdinand.

Have you already spoken to her
like you are now?

Rarely in front of millions
of listeners.

Okay. Thank you.

Know what I'd do in your place?

I'd tell her,

"I love you. Let's try."

And if you were in her place
and I said to you,

"I love you. Let's try."

What would you say? If it were you?

I'd say, "Let's try. I love you."

Yes. But no. Everything separates us.

We've tried, but something is missing.

- We're a meter off.
- You sure?

Maybe 50 centimeters.

See,
we're already 50 centimeters closer.

Listen, Ferdinand, I have to go.

- We never have time.
- I have to get off the air!

There's always something.

You listen because it's your job.
You don't give a shit!

- You're doing radio.
- No, Ferdinand!

Thanks for listening.

Ferdinand!

The commercials.

Well...

That was our last call of the evening.

You're listening to Radio 1.

And according to my Seiko quartz watch,
it's...

I don't know.

It's 40 seconds past one o'clock,
my dear Bonnie.

I suppose we'll see you tomorrow

at the same time for Sleeponlt.

Now it's time for the news.

Politics: still tension,
notably in parliament,

about the increase
of conflict in factories.

I remind you that the opposition,
through deputy Pierre Dubois Paul,

questioned the Labor Minister
yesterday afternoon.

"Ravard who dies
is Châtellerault who suffocates."

- The formula has had an effect...
- Bonnie.

That was very moving.
A great moment on the radio.

But be careful.
Don't give it your all again.

You won't be able to handle it.

Yes, Raymond. You're right.

Can I accompany you somewhere?

I have an idea for you.

There's something to do.

What's wrong?

Sorry, Raymond. It's stupid.

I'll call you.

THE END