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THREE FRIENDS

Lyon is the main setting for this story.

Things will be taking place here,

others here,

and here,

as well as here.

Here too.

Etc.,

etc.,

etc.

See this man?

This man is not me.

Not me at all.

His name is Thomas.

Unbeknownst to him,

he's an important character, albeit not the main one.

In fact, the main character is nearby.

Just a second.

There it is.

I mean,

there she is.

Watch them introduce themselves.

She tells him her name.

Joan Belair.

He answers Thomas Duval.

She says she teaches English.

I could...

just stay here and gaze at her face.

But classes are starting. We'll be seeing her again soon.

And that

is one of Joan's best friends.

She teaches History and Geography.

Her name is Alice.

Thomas is shaking a lot of hands because he's new.

He's here to replace me.

You might notice some are honored to meet him,

as this French teacher wrote a book to a degree of acclaim.

He's now entering my classroom.

My former classroom, that is.

He's sitting at my former desk.

Such memories!

I must admit I miss my students.

I really loved my job and the students liked me.

But that's another story. At least for you.

I think this story starts much earlier.

About a year ago.

A little over a year.

Pinpointing the beginning of a story is sometimes difficult.

Where do things truly start?

I'm not sure this is the best choice,

but it's the moment I've chosen.

Hey there!

Sorry, I have to run.

You leave when I arrive?

An important rendezvous!

For a job?

- No. - For Mister X.

- Mister X? - That's what I call him.

His name's Adrien.

- Still on for dinner tomorrow? - I can't tomorrow!

- You're never free anymore. - Sorry, I...

Mister X again?

Again? I don't see him that often.

Besides, I'm not the one who decides.

I may not see him for a while, so...

I'm off. See ya!

- Big hugs. - Have fun!

Thanks.

She's cagey about her married man, isn't she?

I'm careful not to sound judgmental.

You're weird these days, too.

Am I?

You seem tired.

Like your mind's elsewhere.

Victor said you were tutoring. Is that true?

He tells you things like that?

They're having a hard time finding volunteers.

How do you manage?

Aren't you sick of students after teaching all day?

It's not the tutoring. I haven't been sleeping.

I've had insomnia for a while now.

Aren't you just doing too much?

Joan...

What's going on?

You can tell me anything.

Is it serious?

I'm afraid of what you'll think of me.

And I think I'm afraid saying it will make it real.

It's up to you.

Maybe it would do you good to talk.

I'm not in love anymore.

With Victor?

What happened? Did he do something?

No, of course not. He's perfect.

You met someone?

No. That'd make it easier.

I'd have a good reason to fall out of love.

Maybe that's what's hardest.

I don't know what happened.

I don't understand the change in me.

As if suddenly, something had disappeared,

in spite of myself.

I'm ashamed.

We have a child. I shouldn't feel this way.

I should be fulfilled.

But I'm not.

Ok, but love has its ebb and flow.

With time, a couple's passion subsides.

It's normal.

Then it evolves into something else.

He keeps telling me he loves me. I can see it's sincere.

Maybe he says it so much it makes you doubt.

Do you feel anything at all?

Sure, I do. I have a lot of affection for him.

Of course. Tons.

That's why I can't sleep.

I feel like a phoney. Like I continually have to pretend.

Is that such a problem?

Of course it is. I can't lie all the time.

But if I stop lying, that would mean hurting him

and leaving him.

Nina's too young to do that to her.

As for Victor, it's simply unfair.

Joan,

you don't leave someone because you're out of love.

Well, yeah!

Truth be told, I've never been in love with Eric.

What do you mean?

You heard me.

I care about him dearly, but not the way you think of love.

Before Eric, I was very much in love twice.

But I'm not with Eric.

And being in love was beautiful,

but mostly hellish!

My lord, it was horrid!

I was so afraid of not being loved.

Much too intense for me.

I was dependent.

Always jealous, always gripping my phone.

Always breaking up and getting back together.

It was torture!

I'd had it.

I thought I was destined to repeat the pattern endlessly,

until I met Eric.

I discovered another type of relationship.

It was such a relief.

Does Eric feel the same way as you do?

Your couple seems so perfect.

No, Eric is very much in love with me.

He tells me all the time.

He thinks I love him exactly the way he loves me.

Feel like a beer?

Yeah.

Don't you mind being out of step? With Victor, it feels unhealthy.

Unhealthy?

Aren't you overdoing it?

Synchronized love is very rare. Except maybe at the beginning.

I like it mellow, and putting on an act.

It's not unhealthy!

You make a constant effort for the other one.

"My little pair of pants How I love you so

"You're the cutest of them all

"When I packed you up to go

"You became a souvenir

"When I grow old, with hair white as snow..."

The man, there, looking up at Joan, is Victor.

And Victor is me.

Well, that's me a little while ago.

However, don't focus on me. The person who really counts,

and I mean really,

is her.

She's the one you should be observing.

If only I'd known how,

seen how hard she was trying.

If I'd been less of an idiot.

But hush now.

I'll be quiet.

Here,

this is for you.

How are you?

Granny!

- You good? - Yeah. Sorry I'm late.

Apologies.

You smell good!

The scent you got me.

- I love it! - Me too.

- You waited to order? - Of course.

That's sweet.

Isn't Rebecca coming?

Nope! She's with Mister X.

Mister X?

Yes, he's married.

He wants their affair to be discreet.

We're curious but discreet!

Apparently, he's a busy man.

And I get the feeling she's uncomfortable, ashamed even.

- Ashamed of what? - I don't know!

She doesn't talk anymore. Something's up.

Maybe he's very ugly.

Or very dumb.

Or both. Very ugly and dumb!

A chunky tomato with legs hobbling around...

What are you having?

The Japanese ham and cheese is nice.

Alice?

I...

What? Do you want to tell me something?

Want a glass of water for the night?

Yes, sure. Thanks, sweetie.

My goodness, you're beautiful!

I was watching you all evening.

You seemed elsewhere.

You smell good.

I'm sorry. I'm tired.

Ok...

You say that every time I touch you.

I'm not sure what to think, but...

I know, I'm sorry. But I really am tired.

I'm telling you, Joan,

you're doing too much.

And making love has proven virtues.

It's relaxing, it improves sleep,

it gives pleasure and pleasure generates energy.

And I'm starting to worry.

I should be worried, is that it?

You don't want...

- No. - You don't want me anymore?

I'm tired. I haven't been sleeping.

I really need sleep.

You seem elsewhere.

A bit elusive, even.

It's been a few months.

- Really? - Yes.

Several months and you're telling me now?

I keep trying to talk to you.

But you're constantly busy.

You're withdrawn.

I think it would do you good to talk.

I'm not so sure.

Why not?

We've always been there for one another.

Even when things weren't going well.

I need to hear you.

I'm not sure it would do you much good.

You're mistaken.

Not knowing is what's eating me.

Joan, what do you want exactly?

How long do you think you can go on pretending?

I need to know!

You can't just leave me hanging like this.

Please.

Joan, listen...

I'm not in love anymore.

Since when?

I don't know. It's hard to pinpoint.

Before, I wasn't sure.

And now you are?

You've met someone, is that it?

These things happen. I can understand.

No, I haven't met anyone.

Have I disappointed you?

No.

I think you're great.

That's impossible. I must have done something.

You don't just stop loving someone.

You haven't done a thing.

I'm sorry, I...

Please don't say you're sorry.

Come here.

What can I do?

I don't know!

You know, Joan,

desire and love are things couples have to work at.

I mean it.

We have to figure out

how to reinvent ourselves.

Joan, you're going through a rough patch.

Nina is still young, it's changed our relationship.

That counts!

And teaching is demanding.

And I ask too much of you, I can tell.

I don't know, Victor.

I do, though.

I keep telling you I love you. Because it's true. I do!

That must...

make you doubt.

Of course it does, right?

Yes, you're right. Maybe.

I feel guilty for not sharing your feelings.

That's only normal.

I'll try to be a little more distant.

A little less clingy.

I'll try. I'm not sure I can do it.

But I promise to try. Really.

You're right. Maybe I'm overreacting.

I'm not in my normal state. I'm so sleep-deprived.

I'll go sleep in the living room for a while.

In the living room?

What'll we tell Nina?

That I need to sleep alone because...

Because...

We'll say, because Daddy snores.

Thank you!

How did the interview go?

Badly. But that's ok.

I'm glad even. It wasn't an interesting job.

I have one next week for something better.

On my way, I was thinking how we're in an interview society.

We're constantly graded, rating or getting rated.

Even when meeting people.

I signed up on a meeting app, out of curiosity,

and it felt just like looking for a job.

The questions were the same!

- You signed up on a dating app? - Yes, to see what it's like.

I got tired of waiting for you, so I figured, why not.

And?

And there was this neat guy.

I liked one of his pictures. We arranged to meet.

And when was this?

Last night.

Rebecca?

Antonin?

Yes, it's me.

I'm sorry.

I don't recognize you at all.

I got a haircut today. Maybe that's why.

Your profile said you like to travel.

Mine says the same. I'm glad you do, too.

In fact, I just got back from Iceland.

Amazing.

Actually, I filled it out quickly.

Everyone writes, "Love to travel," so I did the same.

No one writes, "Like to stay home."

- Ever been to Iceland? - No.

I think you'd like it.

I don't think so. I don't like flying.

I don't like going far. I think there's beauty all around us.

- And we have dormant volcanoes here! - I don't share that opinion.

It was a great trip and the volcanoes aren't all dormant.

I felt like going far away.

You can get away without going far, can't you?

I'd call that a gallivanting.

Would you have slept with him?

I didn't like him at all. I assure you.

There was nothing I liked:

not his face, not his hair.

Nothing at all!

I can't believe an app would be so misguided.

That date was a technological feat.

You could have met someone you like.

I don't know.

Let's say you had.

Would you have slept with him?

Probably. So what?

So what!

You sleep with Alice.

It's not the same.

Someone who comes after me is like cheating.

It's a question of order of appearance.

Anyone but Alice would be cheating.

I'm so happy to see you jealous!

Makes me want to cheat on you right now.

To see you caring and horribly jealous.

I would love that!

You know, if I could leave Alice right away...

But I just can't seem to do it.

I'm attached to her.

It's holding me back.

I can't tell her I want to leave her.

I'm hopeless, I'm sorry.

I understand.

I don't want you to hurt her either.

So what was he like?

I can't remember his face. Maybe brown or blond hair.

I just remember the strength of the mutual attraction.

It was gentle. It was magical.

We kissed, then he gave me his number.

Do you remember it?

I wrote it down.

No way!

That's unbelievable!

Maybe it's a number you know.

No, I checked my contacts.

Call it!

What for? A phone prank?

We're not teenagers.

You teach them!

Hands off, mister!

Shame on you.

There might be a man behind that number.

Statistically, one chance out of two, if the number exists.

You won't know unless you call. Imagine it's your dream man.

I don't have a dream and I don't want an affair.

Aren't you curious at all? Try!

I've had flings and I'm not interested.

It's the opposite, even.

How can I explain it?

It's a bit like rock climbing.

Some people love it. I have vertigo.

The fear makes me bonkers.

What I'm trying to say is...

It's not moral. I have huge respect for adulterers.

But it's not for me. Know thyself.

And you, Joan, what do you think?

Me? I don't know.

You're talking about affairs, rock climbing, vertigo,

gentleness, calm...

You're not talking about love.

A fling that starts as a game can lead to love.

You're looking for love.

I think love is something that's self-evident.

Something that's obvious in spite of us.

Yeah.

Something that doesn't give you a choice.

The feeling

that fate is stepping in.

I know, it needs work.

My dad can lend me some money. Your mom said she'd help us.

And we'll easily get a loan as civil servants.

Isn't it great?

- I don't know. - You have trouble looking ahead.

But once the work's done, you'll see it was nothing.

Nothing daunting for me.

And it's a project.

Nina can only be happier here.

Did you see the size of her room?

Joan, come see! There's a garden.

We're so lucky to stumble upon this.

We're the first to visit it.

No one before us.

And this...

This could be our bedroom.

Of course, you'll have your own office.

Cat got your tongue?

I'm a bit surprised.

That's the idea. It's a surprise.

Do you like it or not?

I don't know what to say.

- Yeah, I'm catching you off guard? - Yes.

We have to decide quickly.

I can probably ask for two or three more days.

Don't feel pressured.

But what do you think? Tell me.

I know it's not the best timing.

You still need to rest up, but it's, you know...

It's nice to have a big project.

It's a way of starting over, from scratch.

I don't know what to say.

I'm not sure it's a good idea.

Is it the house you don't like?

Or is it...

a project like this one?

Don't answer right away.

If you need time to think,

take the time you need. I don't want to rush you.

I don't think I want a project like this.

Like I said, take your time to answer.

And maybe if you think you don't want this,

maybe it's because you're...

Maybe you're not sure,

and, I don't know, maybe one day,

you'll want it. Who knows?

Victor.

I don't want you to hope.

I don't mind hoping.

I'm uncomfortable making you hope.

- Don't. - I'm sorry.

I did what you asked. We've slept apart for three months.

I haven't pushed you.

I've even refrained from telling you I love you,

even though I want to say it.

All that so you could feel less oppressed,

you could relax, recenter.

And now you tell me all my sleepless nights were pointless?

I know you've made an effort.

Of course I've noticed. I've made an effort, too.

I tried to convince myself it was a phase, that it would pass.

But I can see I'm hurting you.

The more I tell you how I feel, the more miserable I make you.

I wish things could have worked out, but I can't pretend.

And you're pretending for me and it's painful.

- You'd be happier without me. - No, that's not true! Not at all.

I can't see myself without you.

Without you, life makes no sense. It's not a life.

There's Nina.

And other women. Some people meet someone new quickly.

Or never meet anyone else!

Some no longer want to live.

Joan, are you serious?

You really want to leave me?

Victor!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! No, I can't right now.

It's too much!

Don't come near me. There!

You have one last chance, right here and now.

Say you want to mend things or I'm leaving.

Victor, we can talk. You don't have to take it this hard.

It's no surprise. You must've suspected it.

Where are you going?

I don't know. I'll see.

You have a few seconds left

to make up your mind.

Your seconds are up.

Ok.

Joan...

You can still try to hold me back.

Try!

I shouldn't be telling you, but I'm ready.

Ready?

Yes. I've decided to talk to her tonight.

Tonight? Are you sure?

Yeah. You seem worried.

No, it's just...

I'm thinking of her.

Yeah, me too.

And I'm thinking

that the longer I wait, the harder it will be.

I have to stop being selfish...

and accept that she'll hate me.

That's the way it is.

I have to man up.

But Eric won't talk to Alice that night.

Because of me, he will say nothing.

The 9th graders have been waiting for Victor for 20 min.

Is he on his way?

He should be.

- Didn't you come together? - Not this morning.

Is he sick?

I don't think so. Did you call him?

He's not picking up. I thought you'd know.

Mr. Arzouian is absent. Go to study hall, room 204.

Victor's not here?

Still no news?

I tried calling several times.

Hello, Joan. Alice.

Joan, follow me?

- Joan Belair? - Yes.

You are Mr. Victor Arzouian's partner?

Yes.

Please, have a seat.

Right, I think it's clear:

This policeman has come to announce I'm dead.

That's not how he says it, of course.

He first tells her I had a car accident during the night,

a serious accident,

that they were unable to resuscitate me,

that an autopsy is underway,

and that they're sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

What an idiot I was.

I would have loved to tell Joan

how sorry I was.

I have to say I'd envisioned my death differently.

Of course I'd imagined everyone being sad and missing me.

And that's what happened.

However,

it wasn't as gratifying as I'd thought.

No, I didn't like it.

Of course, it's nice to feel loved.

And it must be important to mourn your loved ones.

But I wanted to tell them not to cry.

That I was fine now.

To everyone's surprise,

Joan quickly went back to work.

- Hi. - Audrey.

Hi, Joan.

You ok? Be strong.

Thanks.

Believing she was responsible for my death,

she probably felt she didn't deserve the compassion lavished on her.

People pitying her, or pitying herself,

felt dishonest and disrespectful toward me.

- Good to see you. Don't hesitate. - Thanks.

Hello.

Hello, ma'am.

She didn't feel she warranted any of this kindness.

Feeling guilty of depriving Nina of her father,

she tried to make up for the attention I could no longer give.

Nina and I often went to the movies together.

Joan wasn't a movie buff,

but she started going

and enjoying it.

By wanting no one to feel sorry for her,

Joan attracted despite herself her friends' admiration.

An admiration that both reassured Alice and Rebecca,

while making them uncomfortable,

as their own lives hardly felt admirable compared to hers.

Yes, my death had a cascade of effects I was far from imagining.

Hello?

Yes?

You just called me.

Yes, to offer you energy saving solutions for your business.

You've been misinformed. I don't have a business.

How did you get my phone number?

I have a call-blocking service.

I saw it in a dream.

Excuse me?

Yes, I don't have anything to offer, commercially speaking.

Actually, I have nothing to offer at all.

I dreamt of you several times.

Sorry, I dreamt of your phone number several times, that is.

A friend suggested I call you, to see.

Is this some kind of joke?

No. I just really needed to know if there was someone behind this number.

I'm sorry I disturbed you, really.

You didn't. I understand.

I probably would have been tempted to do the same thing.

Was it another effect of my death?

Eric and Rebecca didn't dare see each other for a while.

Life had somehow become more fragile.

So they tried to enjoy their time together

as if it were something they could take with them

if everything were suddenly to stop.

I got a job offer.

Great!

You don't seem happy about it.

It's just that I'll have to move.

It's in Dijon.

I have family there.

I even have a close childhood friend.

And I hear it's a nice town.

Did you accept the offer?

Not yet.

Why?

I was waiting to talk to you.

To know what you thought.

I'm not sure my opinion matters.

You've been looking for so long.

So you wouldn't mind if I accepted?

I'd have my weekends, but...

you wouldn't, right?

When do they want your answer?

I'm not sure, but...

today or tomorrow.

Don't look so glum. I'm turning it down.

Aren't you afraid we'll be seen?

I don't care.

Hello.

Do you recognize me?

Yeah, we met at school.

- You live here? - Yes.

I'm moving in on the 5th floor.

I had to find a place quickly. Didn't visit many.

- You've just arrived in Lyon? - Yes.

Ok, let's go back to the beginning.

Actually, no need to go back to it, since here we are.

I could have started with something other than Thomas' arrival.

But that's what seemed appropriate.

I know it can be intimidating,

tackling a classic masterpiece.

Especially when it's 446 pages long.

Shall we have lunch?

I'm on the phone. I'll be done in about 10 min.

I don't have much time. See you later?

Ok, great. See you later!

Sorry, that was a friend who wanted us to have lunch together.

We can talk some other time.

No, she left!

And I brought a sandwich, so...

Wonderful, I'll have lunch with you then.

Tell me about your morning.

First tell me what you're having for lunch.

Inside or outside?

I'm eating in a classroom to be with you.

I'm eating some leftover blanquette.

I'll sit in my studio in front of a little bouquet

I picked yesterday while thinking of you.

How's it going, my love?

And you, sweetheart?

Anyone home?

Thomas?

In here!

I found this. Will it do the trick?

It's perfect.

Thanks. Can I keep it till tomorrow?

Yes, I don't use it.

Thanks a lot.

Do you have kids?

An 8-year-old girl. How old's yours?

Almost 8, too.

Great! Maybe they'll get along.

I came to Lyon for her.

Yeah. Her mom moved here 3 years ago.

I wanted to see my kid more. We're organizing joint custody.

I hope she'll get used to it.

I have to hurry and get her room ready.

You mustn't have seen her much.

I did my best to be present.

But I'm sick of the commute.

And we've been separated for 4 years. She left me.

For her first love.

They never forgot each other, apparently.

I'm sorry.

That's ok. I'm over it.

Now we get along

and she's happy to have more time to herself.

Yeah, that's nice.

Do you live with your daughter's father?

Tell me if I'm prying.

No, he's gone.

You separated?

No, he's dead.

He's the teacher you're replacing at school.

I'm sorry. I was informed, but I didn't realize...

Don't worry about it.

I hear you write books.

That you're a little famous.

Well, I wrote one book and got lucky.

Probably because of the title.

Which is?

Fortunate Complexity.

I think people like upbeat titles.

I'm flying!

To the third floor.

I'm flying! Fourth floor.

It's like they've known each other forever.

Want something to drink?

Sure.

I started your book.

Not too boring?

No, it's an easy read.

The title put me off, but it's pleasant.

And the content?

The content...

Thanks.

I'm not sure I share your enthusiasm.

My enthusiasm?

You seem to float lightly over the tragedies of life.

And then there's the title.

Fortunate Complexity is almost like saying

"fortunate cruelty."

There's no need to always add pain to pain

or tragedy to tragedy.

I don't know.

Want to leave Héloïse here with Nina to go do something?

I don't see her often.

If you have stuff to do, I can watch them.

Yes, I have a ton of papers to grade.

I hope you didn't mind my remarks about your book.

No, they were interesting, thought-provoking.

I wondered if I was writing to rid myself of guilt.

You feel guilty?

No, but I have tendency to. Like everyone, I guess.

Maybe more than your average Joe.

Guilty about what?

Feeling like I could've done better or I was selfish.

You ever feel that way?

I don't feel guilty.

I am guilty.

What do you mean?

The day Nina's father had his accident,

I'd just left him.

And he got drunk.

I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.

I don't think it's fair for you to feel guilty.

I'm directly responsible. That's the way it is.

But he was drunk.

Yes, because of me.

Excuse me, but he chose to drink.

If you were really guilty, you'd be in jail.

Leaving someone isn't a crime.

What if my heart hadn't changed?

If it hadn't...

gone cold?

Or if I'd forced myself a bit more...

"Vacation is almost over. Time to pack our bags

"and part ways.

"We promise to write and meet again next summer

"in the big tree."

Mommy, I want to read by myself.

Alright.

Five minutes.

Love you.

I got veggies from friends who grow them.

Want some for tonight?

Thanks, but Nina and I had dinner early.

Tomorrow, then. Don't hesitate.

Sure.

And how's Nina?

Yes.

When I tucked her in, she said Héloïse was her best friend.

Lucky me. Thanks to her, my daughter loves coming here.

Great!

And I also wanted to say...

I apologize if I was tactless.

With me? I don't remember that.

I was.

I spoke ill of your daughter's father.

You were right.

It does me good to hear that sort of thing.

I feel better, then.

I hope my personal stuff didn't bore you.

No, it gave me a chance to speak my mind

and captivate my audience.

And you're right to. What you say captivates me!

Thanks for the encouragement.

See you soon, then?

Yes, see you soon.

Have a nice evening.

Friends of mine have a farm with animals, nice walks...

We could go next weekend with the girls.

This weekend?

- I don't know... - Please, Mommy! I wanna go!

We wanna go!

Wait a sec.

You ok?

- Yeah. You? - Yeah.

Eric isn't home?

No, he's at the radio station.

How are things between you two?

Why the question?

I don't know. To know how you're doing.

Ok.

Since you wanted to talk to me. I just...

What's that painting?

It looks like a Stéphane Leroi!

You know him?

Of course I do! Are you kidding?

How do you know him?

He's famous and I teach fine arts.

Check the internet, you'll see.

I already have.

And he's attractive.

This copy is really well done.

How'd you get it?

I told Eric it was...

an ex-student now in art school who'd sold it to me,

but it actually is a Stéphane Leroi.

What?

Impossible. They're worth a bundle.

I swear, it's an original.

Where'd you get the money?

I didn't buy it. It was a gift.

Who gave it to you?

The guy who painted it.

Stéphane Leroi?

You just said you didn't know him.

I said I didn't know he was famous. I knew he was a painter.

He's the man behind the number in my dream.

And I think he's in love with me.

Crazy, isn't it?

I'm telling you and not Joan because you understand these things.

Sure...

Didn't you tell me you would have called?

Yes, of course!

Then help me figure out what to do.

Wait a minute. Wow...

You speak on the phone?

Yes, all the time. And we write, too.

But do you have feelings for him?

Yeah, I think so...

I love talking to him.

I kinda want to meet him.

And he wants us to meet, too.

Alright, I understand.

Ok.

Think it's a good idea?

Yes, I do!

You don't seem certain.

I am. It's just that...

I am.

He's a great painter, so he must be fascinating.

You'd be lucky to meet him.

Of course. I'd have loved to.

Rebecca and I had an idea.

We'd like to go to Toulouse for a weekend.

To go see my friend Sophie.

I haven't seen her in ages.

Would you mind if I left you alone for a weekend?

No.

Not at all.

No, I'll miss you,

but I'll be happy for you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Like that?

You're good at keeping secrets, aren't you?

What do you mean?

Alice told me about your plans.

Your getaway in Toulouse next weekend.

I was waiting for her to tell you.

It's been ages since I've had her to myself.

It's a shame.

I'm alone for once and you won't be here.

I don't know.

Maybe the countryside would do me good, too.

If you like, we can see each other.

Aren't you going with Alice?

You promise not to repeat this?

You worrying me. What is it?

I'm about to betray my best friend for the second time.

- You promise not to repeat this? - Of course!

I'm not going anywhere with Alice.

I'm her cover. She's going to meet someone.

How so?

Who?

A man.

A man she's been corresponding with.

What's she gonna do with this man?

I don't know.

I don't know! I...

Does she have feelings for him?

I don't know.

She must've told you.

I don't know. I won't say more.

I mean... Why should you care?

What matters is, we'll get away together. Just think!

- It's great! - Yeah.

Go on! It'll be nice for Nina and a change of scenery.

He might imagine things.

Let him imagine! You have no obligation.

I don't want any misunderstandings.

He's a smart man.

Maybe he's just friendly, no ulterior motive.

Maybe you like him but can't admit it.

You're not sentenced to singlehood.

In any case, I like this Thomas.

- So do I. - You've never met him!

I can still have an opinion. And it's a very good one.

- It makes me uneasy. - Why? Think something might happen?

What are you talking about?

It didn't even occur to me. I just like talking to him.

It can start like that.

I know you don't have your mind on men,

but don't rule out...

- See what I mean? - Sure I do.

Thanks, but I have no desire to.

You even said love shouldn't be the center of everything.

Who's talking about love?

It could be a fleeting affair.

At least go for your daughter.

She'll love a getaway with her mother and a girl her age.

Why not come along?

We'll be camping more or less. I can ask.

No, we're busy this weekend.

Yes, we're going to see a friend in Toulouse.

Really? Who?

Hi!

All good?

- You, too? - Yep! I'm ready.

There we go.

Have a good weekend.

Are you staying here?

No, I'm going to see friends an hour away.

Great.

Have a good weekend, my love!

Oh my god!

It's paradise!

- It's beautiful. - So beautiful!

It's sumptuous!

- Yes, really nice. - It's paradise!

We're so lucky.

It makes me want to make love. Not you?

Yeah.

I was just wondering if Alice gave you an address.

Not so you'll tell me. It's none of my business.

Just in case of emergency. To know where she is.

Don't worry, she has her phone.

I'm not worried.

This guy she's meeting...

I don't want to know his name,

but you know who it is?

Well, yeah.

Does he seem like someone decent?

Yes, he's even a very good guy.

That good?

Yes, relax. She's in excellent hands.

How can you be so sure?

Trust me.

Actually, I'd have loved to be in her shoes.

She's so lucky.

We're lucky, too.

So everyone's lucky.

But why's Alice running around if she's in love with me?

I don't know. Maybe, like you,

she wants something stronger, more intense.

She keeps saying she loves me.

Maybe to convince herself.

Maybe she senses something's amiss.

Follow me into the next room

to admire these vestiges from the Gallo-Roman period.

If we'd met 2000 years ago, maybe I'd live here.

And you'd come to me.

My phone's got no service.

Maybe we should go back to the B&B in case she wants to check in.

If Alice calls, she'll leave a message.

And you'll call her back. Simple as that.

You're with your best buddy, not glued to your phone.

You're busy doing stuff!

And I want to spend a weekend with you.

The first we've had together.

Yes, sorry.

- Are you glad we're together? - Yes, I'm glad!

I'll stop talking about Alice.

Really glad?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes!

He's huge. So cute!

- Where're the girls? - With your friends in the garden.

Great.

In any case, thanks.

What for?

For today.

Thanks to you, too.

I didn't do anything!

You organized it all.

If you hadn't come, you wouldn't have thanked me.

So you suggested the weekend to be thanked.

Exactly. I'll do anything for thanks.

Thank you.

- Mommy! - Daddy!

Come look!

Here.

Thanks.

Are your friends joining us?

No, they get up early tomorrow.

- Sorry. - No, I'm sorry.

You ok?

Forgive me.

It's all a bit sudden for me.

It's not against you.

I like being with you.

I like talking with you,

doing stuff together with the kids.

Today I felt really good.

It'd been a long time.

But I don't feel ready

for...

For romance?

That's it.

I'm sorry.

It's normal. Don't be sorry.

Maybe you need more time.

I don't know.

I really don't know.

I don't want to lose your friendship.

It's ok. We're allowed to be mistaken.

And you'll always have my friendship.

Imagine

you were in a relationship, and she wanted to call it quits.

Wouldn't that bother you?

No, I think I'd understand.

And if it bothered me, I'd take it in stride.

But I'd never allow myself to resent her. Never.

You think it's possible?

Of course.

Any couple in love should remember that love might not last.

Or allow themselves that freedom.

Maybe...

Not mad at me?

Of course not. I understand.

Thanks for this weekend.

Thanks?

Why thank me?

I don't know.

Isn't it normal for lovers to go away for a weekend?

What's this politeness?

Don't thank me. It's not an effort. We love each other.

Sorry, forgive me.

I think I'm a little tired. And sad to leave you.

No, you're right. I put it badly.

- Sorry. - I had a great weekend, too.

Well?

Well what?

So, how was it?

- Down there? - Well, yeah!

Look, it was...

It was perfect!

Exactly how you imagined.

I didn't imagine anything special.

You did. You said it'd go well and that he was fascinating.

That's true, and?

So it was great?

Yeah.

Yes, it was.

And you're right. At first I was a little stressed out.

But I soon felt at ease.

Did he talk about his painting?

A little. And a lot about his kids.

- He has kids? - Three grown children.

Strange discussion for a first meeting.

No, I don't think so.

It's rare to talk about such personal things right off.

It was nice.

Did you just talk?

No, he cooked for me, too.

It was delicious.

It didn't go any further?

He'd prepared a room for me, but I slept in his.

It was fantastic, then?

Yes, it was perfect. Really perfect.

Just perfect.

Sunday went super fast, and then...

I took my train, and there.

You say it was great, but you look like something's wrong.

Sad to come home?

You can see him again. I'll help you find excuses.

That's not it, Rebecca.

Something happened that I really didn't expect.

What?

On the platform, I realized I'd forgotten to call Eric.

We said we'd be in touch by phone.

So I call, and I get his voicemail.

Instead of leaving a message,

I call his friend's cell phone.

And a woman answers.

I say, "Sorry, I thought it was Bruno's phone."

She said it was,

but that he was swimming. They were at the shore.

I say, "At the shore?"

"Yes, we're in the Canaries."

I was flabbergasted.

She asks me to leave a message. I make up a name.

I say, "I'm Lola. I'll call back."

I don't understand.

If Eric lied, that means he's having an affair, too.

It means he went to see someone else.

I don't know about that.

Who could he be having a fling with?

I don't know Eric very well.

Honestly...

I don't know how this happened.

Then again, things happen in a couple.

Look, you did the same.

True.

You're right. Yet he seemed so...

I don't know, so in love!

Maybe it's good for it to happen to you both at the same time.

You're even. So you don't have to feel guilty.

You should see it as fortunate.

So you can go about your affair serenely, more calmly.

You see?

Was your friend Sophie well?

Very well.

It was nice to meet her son.

What about Bruno?

Bruno, well... It was good to see each other.

He sends his love.

Here.

No thanks, angel.

Looks yummy, but I'm not hungry.

Did you eat a lot?

Yes, too much.

- Nice to be back in our own bed? - And how.

I slept badly this weekend.

So did I.

I'm not used to sleeping elsewhere.

I think I'll sleep well.

Me too.

- 'Night, love. - 'Night, sweetheart.

Get married! Get married!

Please!

Enough, girls!

You'd be so pretty in your dress.

- We'd dance and dance. - Until 4 a.m.

I have pretty dresses.

Here's the pizza.

Get married! Get married!

That's enough, now, girls. It's not funny.

Daddy, please, get married.

Wash your hands, or no pizza.

It's not fair.

What's this about marriage?

They decided they wanted to be sisters.

Ok, I see.

What do you think?

What?

Silverware or eat with our hands?

I'll get some napkins?

As you like.

I'll get napkins.

Look what he just sent me.

He's crazy about you.

I think so.

I can't hang them. Eric might get suspicious.

If you like it, take it.

- No way. - Please do.

That's like a love letter, it's...

Still, I'd love to have one at home.

Why d'you say Eric would be devastated

if he knew?

It'd clear things up, wouldn't it?

Yes, well...

Maybe you're right.

But I'm afraid it'd precipitate things.

If Eric is really having an affair, maybe he'd leave me right away.

And you don't want that?

It's all too sudden.

I'm attached to Eric. I'm happy with him.

With Stéphane it's complicated. He lives far away.

I don't know.

Does distance matter when it comes to love?

I'm lousy at love.

I don't know why, but it doesn't work for me.

I mean, as soon as I'm in love,

I'm miserable. There.

I can't manage to feel carefree. I get scared.

I'm afraid of everything! I'm afraid of absence, goodbyes,

of not being wanted, and it makes me jealous,

irritable and grumpy.

I don't feel up to that right now.

Want some tea?

Hey there!

How's it going?

Hey!

Where are your drawings?

My "drawings"? My drawing.

It's a group show. There're 40 of us.

So I was allowed one piece.

It's this drawing.

They hung it a bit high, but...

It's gorgeous.

- It looks good high up. - Not bad.

Hey there!

Hi.

Good evening.

Sorry we're late. I had to go to the station.

Martin, an old friend moving here.

Hi.

Want a beer? I have two.

- Sure. - Thanks.

How come you're not around these days?

It's true, I'm very busy.

Forgive me.

You didn't call all week.

The week before, I called you and you weren't free.

I was going to call.

I'm sorry, it's just that I have a lot of work.

Is that all?

I admit, it's not easy...

I'm preoccupied.

Preoccupied by Alice's affair?

Yes.

Yes. I'm sorry.

It has me all mixed up.

It stirs up a lot more than I expected.

- You don't know where to live yet? - Not yet.

Thomas said you've left Orleans?

I felt like a change, but I had no idea where to go,

so I let opportunity decide.

A job came up, and Thomas was here, so I figured I'd have a friend.

What neighborhood are you looking in?

I don't know yet.

I hardly know the city. I just got here.

Tell me if you need help.

I just might,

because I know nothing.

Are you a teacher, too?

Yes, a music teacher.

But it's just to pay the bills.

What do you do otherwise?

Music.

- What instrument? - None.

I write music.

So you compose?

That's so cool.

Thanks for the meal.

Thanks for the visit.

Thanks for the music.

Thanks for the compliments.

Good night.

Good night.

What are you doing here?

I was watching you sleep.

Have you been here long?

I was in the neighborhood.

Victor...

I'm so sorry.

You shouldn't be.

If you only knew how sorry I am.

I hurt you so much!

That's not true.

It's all my fault.

I'm the one who was stupid.

But now I'm worried about you.

- You are? - Yes.

I see everything now.

You see my life?

Yes, and I see you worry too much.

Worrying is pointless.

I'm afraid of doing everything wrong, of causing more pain.

No one can do everything right.

No one.

I should know.

Sometimes I feel like you're watching me.

It's true. I watch you often.

Would you be mad if I had a relationship with another man?

No.

I'm not jealous at all.

I'm happy when you're happy,

even with another man.

Really?

So you don't love me anymore?

I still love you, but in a different way.

It's more beautiful,

deeper.

What happened to me with the accident

is a bit like I'd done instant psychoanalysis, you see?

As if I'd completed it all of a sudden.

Before, I was possessive.

I wanted you to myself at all costs.

I wanted you to myself

or nothing else.

I can no longer have you,

but I can see you.

If you only knew

how I love looking at you as much as ever.

If you only knew

how I want to see you happy.

I think of you often, Victor.

The other day I was thinking

about when we went to England together.

I laughed!

I'd broken a rib,

and your English accent made me laugh.

You made me laugh so hard,

and it hurt so bad at the same time.

Remember?

Because I'd asked if the hotel had messages for me,

and they gave me a phone number for massages.

Like "Massage?" and I said "Yes, my massages."

Come closer.

Leaving already?

You didn't say how you are.

I'm fine.

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

I miss you.

Nina misses you, too.

Tell her I love her

and that I miss her very, very much.

That I think of her a lot.

You're lucky, you're the first visitors.

Have a look around.

I need to get some keys back to the office.

I'll be right back, if you don't mind, ok?

Anyway, have a look,

but for a couple like you, it's ideal.

The rent's right.

Ok, see you later.

Like it?

Yes.

Think I should take it?

Yes.

I like you.

Think I'm silly to say that?

If you only knew how happy I am lying next to you.

Well,

I'm lucky.

No,

I'm the lucky one.

If you only knew.

I didn't call, but it was a snap decision.

I was afraid I'd change my mind.

- You good? - Yes.

I can't live with these anymore.

It's as if Stéphane was with us. They've got to go.

They're worth a fortune! You could buy a house.

Sure, but I can't keep them.

And I can't sell them. They're gifts.

Stéphane wants to see me again.

He writes and calls all the time.

First I said yes, and yet...

I don't feel like going.

I don't want to pursue this affair.

Really?

I don't regret it a bit. You were right.

And I must admit

I had a really good time with him.

And I could have fallen in love,

I was even falling in love with him.

But what's funny is that actually,

I fell in love with Eric.

You see, I was very fond of Eric, but not in love.

It took this escapade

for me to realize how attached I am to him.

You'll think I'm nuts. I thought I didn't love him.

Now that I'm in love,

I live in fear.

In fear?

That he wants to leave me but doesn't dare.

That he pretends to love me, like I did for years.

Besides,

I don't know how things stand with his affair.

It haunts me. I don't know how to hold on to him.

I don't think he's really having an affair.

- Really? - No.

Why do you say that?

We talked the other day, in fact.

We talked about you.

He said he was very lucky to have you.

Kids were playing nearby,

and he said, "Maybe Alice will want kids with me someday."

He said that?

He was very moved.

He was very sincere, very...

But don't mention kids. He was confiding in me.

Yes, of course.

Trust me.

He's very in love with you.

Honestly, Alice, he's very in love.

Thank you.

I love you. I so needed to hear that.

It's none of my doing. I love you, too.

Sorry, all I do is talk about myself.

How're things with your lover?

It's over,

it's finished.

We stopped seeing each other.

Entirely!

Really? Why's that?

- Actually... - Because of his wife?

No, it's...

it's him.

He didn't know what he wanted.

It's really...

That's life.

It doesn't matter.

We shouldn't have gotten involved.

So, how was it?

The book fair? I felt really out of place.

Like an ant in an anthill. It was crawling with writers.

And you, see any apartments?

I even found one.

- Really? That's great! - Mainly thanks to Joan.

- She helped you? - More than that.

She's great, isn't she?

Really great.

Are you close?

We get along really well.

Really. And so do our daughters.

- Really? - Yes. I adore her, I do.

I think I'm even in love with her.

You know we almost got together?

No.

We even kissed, but...

her partner died in unfortunate circumstances.

She's not ready to get involved with anyone.

I don't know why,

but I think that some day she'll come around.

I hope so. I'm patient.

I might be crazy, but...

You want to call it quits?

You meet someone?

It's brand new,

but since it's a good fit,

I wanted to clear things up.

You're not upset?

No. I'm a bit stunned, but I understand.

I haven't been very available lately.

You're not too hurt?

I'm a little taken aback but...

It'll surely have an effect on me.

I apologize in advance for when it hits you.

I knew it would happen. I'd prepared myself.

That makes me feel a little better.

I've gotta run.

I wanted to tell you something about Alice.

I saw her this afternoon.

And?

She's supposed to see her lover Saturday.

Oh yeah?

But she doesn't want to.

- She doesn't want to what? - To see him.

- You sure? - She's going to tell him it's over.

Really? You sure?

Yes. Positive.

There you are. I'm really late.

Wait!

You know, it really does affect me.

I'm really, really sorry for you.

Sorry.

Good night, love.

Good night, angel.

Good night, sweetheart.

Good night, darling.

She wouldn't keep them?

I'm sorry.

I didn't expect this,

even if I sensed she was less present lately.

But when you sense something, you can't help hoping. It's normal.

Even when there's no hope, sometimes you find some.

You figure, you never know.

But in this case...

I had no plans.

I was just happy about seeing her again.

We got along really well.

It's nice of you to come.

It's my pleasure.

Not that you've been let down, but a pleasure to be useful.

But...

Alice wanted me to bring the pictures and speak for her.

But...

all the way down I tried to think what I could say

to console you a little.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

You've had a long trip, I'm a bad host.

Can I get you a drink?

Sure.

I'll have one, too.

How did you two meet?

It's a long story.

Tell me about it. It'd do me good to hear.

After my B.A., I went into art history.

I've always loved to draw.

I'd have loved to go to art school,

but I didn't have the self-confidence.

And now, what do you do?

Lots of things!

I continue to draw, in particular.

And I teach art. Drawing.

I've talked to my students about you.

When I have students. Because I'm out of a job now.

Anyway, it's an honor for me to be here.

I really like your work.

That's sweet.

This painting is my favorite.

That one, too.

Anyway, I like them all.

I'm so lucky to be here!

That one's gorgeous, too.

I'm a little offended that Alice returned my gifts.

I understand, but she liked them a lot.

I'm not so sure.

I didn't get the feeling she was very interested in painting.

Excuse me, but don't you have a train to catch?

Yes, but actually,

I didn't buy a return. I didn't know when I'd leave.

- But I'll be going. - Wait.

Do you have family expecting you?

No.

Is the room ok?

A little bathroom,

some towels.

Thank you.

Good night, Rebecca.

Good night.

I forgot.

What?

Thank you for coming.

See you tomorrow.

Yes.

'Morning.

'Morning, Rebecca. Sleep well?

Very well.

- Coffee? - Yes, please.

- We had a nice evening! - Sure did.

I didn't dare wake you.

I have to meet a friend for lunch who's passing through.

It's a bit of a drive.

Mind if I drop you at the station now?

No.

A little drawing for you.

You said such nice things about my work.

A souvenir of our evening.

And could you give Alice this letter?

I'll get the car keys.

Ok.

Pizza, pizza, pizza!

Want to go for pizza?

No, it's late.

There's school tomorrow.

That's not fair!

Another time, girls. Joan's right. It's a school night.

Sorry, did Nina leave her coat here?

Yes, it's here.

- Here. - Thanks.

Care for a drink?

No, sorry, I have lots to do.

- Everything ok? - Yes, sure.

You seem odd lately, elsewhere.

You think so?

Yes.

It's that...

That...

Something happened

that I really didn't expect.

It came on so fast that I didn't dare talk to you about it.

I was so surprised.

What happened?

I'm afraid of what you'll say.

Afraid? No reason to be.

I don't get it.

You did say you could understand me

without trying to judge me.

Of course.

Ok...

So,

here's what happened.

And now he's playing dead.

I've left tons of messages.

I don't understand. I call, but he never picks up.

What am I supposed to say?

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

I'm talking to you as a friend.

Martin didn't say anything?

No.

Not saying anything?

Why are you telling me this? You could've hid it.

Do you realize what this does to me?

No, you don't.

Sorry.

You say you don't want to hurt anyone,

but you think only of yourself.

Is Thomas on his way?

I don't know.

Are you still neighbors?

Yes.

Didn't you come together today?

Not this morning.

He didn't call in and he's not picking up.

I'll send them to study hall.

Mr. Duval isn't here. Go to room 204.

What's going on?

You ok, Joan?

Are you ok?

Sorry.

I'm so sorry. I didn't sleep a wink.

I didn't sleep until the wee hours,

and my phone battery died. I'm sorry.

I was stupid last night. Self-centered.

I said things that I didn't mean.

I was hurt. I was selfish. Forgive me.

Sorry.

I didn't measure up to my own promise.

You promised nothing.

Sure I did.

I promised not to resent you, take it in stride, to understand.

I wasn't able to.

I didn't want a relationship with you so as not to hurt you.

But I...

I failed.

Maybe Martin doesn't want to see you,

because I said I was in love with you.

You told him that?

Yes.

Want me to call him?

No.

I'm sorry.

You've reached Martin's voicemail. Please leave a message.

It's me,

just to tell you

that I now know why you won't answer.

I talked with Thomas

and he told me

what he told you.

If that's the reason, there's no worry.

Thomas knows about us

and he understands.

There.

It'd be a shame

to stop seeing each other for that,

now that it's not a problem.

I hope you're well.

See you soon.

Hi, I got your message.

I didn't call because I was uneasy,

about Thomas, of course,

I didn't really know what to do, but...

How can I put it?

I was also uneasy because I sensed you were very...

sure there was something between us,

while I was less so.

I didn't know how to tell you.

Forgive me, Joan,

really.

I hope it won't stop us from seeing each other as friends.

Big hugs.

I tried to talk to her that evening.

I wanted to appear to her, but she couldn't see me.

I wanted to tell her again not to worry.

But I realized that was easy for me to say now.

And that maybe

being alive

also means worrying,

being sad,

feeling lost.

Mommy, I can't sleep.

Come here.

Mommy?

I'm in love.

- Really? - Yes.

- With who? - I don't want anyone to know.

How do you know you're in love?

Coz he said something nice to me.

What'd he say?

Little monkey...

Wretched little monkey.

"Wretched little monkey."

That's cute.

- Want to sleep with me tonight? - Yes!

Alright.

- Here. - That's very sweet. Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Rebecca Maillard?

Yes!

Oh, it's you.

Yes, it's me.

Sorry, I didn't know.

Had I known, I'd have cancelled.

Your résumé has no photo.

Rebecca... I didn't...

Actually,

I find it unfair to judge people on their looks.

If the employer calls without a photo, it's a good sign.

- But in this case... - I understand.

Do you still want to interview?

My boss is busy, so she asked me.

No. Anyway, I don't have the right profile.

I bluffed my way here.

I read an article saying women don't dare apply

without 90% of the requirements,

whereas men dare even if they only have 30%.

I'd really like to work in publishing,

even if I don't have much experience.

Actually, none.

But you do draw a little?

Yes, I...

I do illustrated stories.

Not exactly comic strips, but similar.

Really,

no point feigning interest. Don't force it.

I like them very much.

You're apologizing for last time,

but it was me who was unpleasant.

I'd never been on a date like that. Deep down, I didn't want it to work.

Look, I find your work refreshing.

I'll have another look, talk to my boss,

then we can meet

to discuss it.

Look, I don't want to get my hopes up.

So, I'd really rather

you tell me the truth. If there's no hope, tell me.

I really like your work.

If you have time, stay.

I'll look at it again, then I'll have more to say.

Tomato, Daddy?

Yes, honey.

- Leave some for others. - Don't worry.

Hey there!

- By yourself? - Don't worry, you'll see him.

Do I seem worried?

It'll reassure you to see him.

Well?

Hey there!

- How are you? - Give me that.

I've got it.

Hey there!

You good?

- So where is he? - Cut it out! I'm nothing on my own?

Will he really come?

Hey, Léo!

- You good? - Yes. You?

- Thanks for coming. - My pleasure.

Joan, this is Léo.

Hi.

He's new at the radio.

So he calls me to say his boss loved it,

but it doesn't fit in with their catalog.

The next day he offers lunch, to give me contacts, etc.

We talk and talk.

The guy's fabulous!

Fabulous!

So we spend the afternoon together, walking, talking, then dinner.

Naturally I suggest a drink, and we haven't been apart since.

We work in the same room.

When he goes to wash his hands, I miss him.

I swear. I miss him.

There you go.

The app wasn't wrong the first time, we were.

Artificial intelligence saw stuff a lot sooner than we could.

It's wild!

But I'm lucky.

Girls, I'm lucky.

So lucky!

Sorry to broadcast it, but...

- We're so happy for you. - We are!

He does me wonders.

He calms me down.

Rebecca? An Antonin is at the door.

- Eric. - Hi.

- Alice. - Good evening, Antonin.

Look, there's Joan.

- Good evening. - 'Evening, Antonin.

Pleased to meet you.

- Good evening, Thomas. - Antonin, my pleasure.

- I missed you. - Me too.

Alice, I got it.

You got what?

What you told me long ago.

What'd I tell you?

That love isn't for everyone.

That...

you have to pretend when you find someone you feel good with.

I said that?

Yes, I did.

But I think I exaggerated a little.

No, I think you're right.

I think that now

I want to give it a try.

Alice, excuse me. Got any ice?

Yes, hang on.

Be right back.

Wait.

Want a piece of cake?

Sure.

Thanks.

Shall we sit down?

Sure.

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