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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.