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SHE'S NOT CRYING, SHE'S SINGING

Dad...

What are you doing here? - I thought...

No, get out! Now.

Dad.

I'm here.

Can you hear me?

I know you can hear me.

You're just faking.

You've always been good at that.

How does it feel?

You're the one lying on the bed and I'm leaning over you.

Here's what we're going to do.

I'll come to see you often.

I'll speak and you'll listen.

When I'm done...

When I'm done you can die.

Come in.

Have you had any news?

We're waiting for Dr. Lambion.

He wanted to see Dad at the hospital this morning.

I'll let you two catch up.

It's good that you're here.

Really.

You've changed.

Yeah, right, Dad can't stand stuff lying around.

He'd be happy to know you were home, you know.

Mum, there's all sorts of tea, which do you want?

Beg your pardon? - Which tea?

You should go Luc, You're going to be late.

You want me, you call, and then you ask me why I'm still here.

I don't like it if you blow on my neck. - It didn't stop you coming last night.

Sorry.

Well, I'm going.

Do you know how hedgehogs make love?

What?

Hedgehogs. Dýou know how they make love?

No, I don't know.

They're really careful.

You're the one who should be careful, Laura.

At first, I didn't recognize you.

I didn't suspect it was my dad looking at me in the dark.

You lifted up my sheets.

I was cold.

I trembled and that aroused you.

Do you remember how that aroused you?

I would tremble.

Then, you'd stroke my hair.

You'd lift my nightdress.

You're fingers slid all over me.

My belly.

My thighs.

My little slit.

My sweetheart.

In the morning, my skin would smell.

I would sniff my skin,

it smelled of cigarettes.

When you left, I'd close my eyes and pray never to wake up.

But I always wake up.

I'm still here, and so are you.

What are you doing?

He's changed so much.

Stop rummaging.

What's that?

Ah, you were so cute.

I was cute and you were so stupid.

What's gotten into you?

You've always been so carefree. That's all.

What d'you mean?

Come on, spit it out. - Forget it.

Aren't you tired of being angry, Laura?

Angry Laura! - Stop it.

Angry Laura! - Stop it!

Are you done?

Stop, I'm driving!

Mum, the car's in the garage. - Thanks.

I've put Dad's keys here.

Yes.

Wait.

Leave it.

I'm just going to empty it. - Don't. Leave there.

Dad'll be happy... - Leave it, please.

It was cool to have a sister like you.

It sucked when you left. Deserter.

Are you OK, Laura?

Were you looking for something?

No.

Well, I'm going down.

Yes.

Hello. - Hello.

You have beautiful hands.

It's funny...

The name of the skin around the nails...

hangnails.

In delicate places they're like a splinter, they can hurt.

Men don't think about things like that when they fuck.

I love you sweetheart, I'll never hurt you.

You're the most precious thing I have.

You can always count on me, whatever happens.

I'm your daddy and I love you.

Besides, if you didn't like it, you'd scream.

You'd put up more of a fight.

You provoke me.

You sit on my lap, you wriggle...

I can feel your panties through my trousers.

You're asking for it.

You provoke me with your play-acting.

Oh, fuck.

He moved! He's waking up.

I swear he moved. - Yes, I know.

It happens sometimes. It's just spasms.

How d'you like me best?

You want to marry me. Tell me. - Take it off.

You don't think it's funny? - No.

Isn't my mask beautiful? - That's not the problem.

What's the problem? - You have to stop pretending.

Without the mask, I prefer you without.

Without mask or without underwear?

You can have all of me.

But without maks it won't be easy.

Stop laura, it's not funny.

Stop it now, OK?

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it.

Good evening, Jan.

Good evening, Jan.

Do you recognize me? - You're Dad's sister.

He said you were coming. - Nice glasses.

They're magic. - Really?

Dad bought them, for when I'm sad.

But they don't always work.

Is your dad here? - Laura? Make yourself at home.

I'll put the kids to bed and I'm all yours.

Come on, Jan. - Hello, Laura.

Hello, Louisse. - Dad, is Laura putting us to bed?

No fussing. - A story!

Are things OK with Sonia? - Yes, of course.

She's not often here, but things are good.

Really good, actually.

Want a drink? - Yeah.

And Luc? That's his name, right?

Do you see him? - From time to time.

I think it's really over this time.

That's what you said a year ago.

What would you know?

One phone call a year doesn't mean you know me.

Don't get upset. - I'm not it's...

Mister Know-it-all, like Dad.

Laura, I'm not a bin.

Throw your rubbish somehwere else.

If you want a nice quiet drink, you're welcome.

I'm not nice and quiet. - That's for sure.

You're not exactly zen.

What about Luc, then?

I left him. Well, I'm trying.

I can't het rid of him, so I guess I still need him.

It was nice of you to call.

It was an ideal opportunity, so to speak.

Yes.

I have to go to Marseilles, for work.

Would you visit Dad for me?

I can't go for you, but I'll go. Don't worry.

To your lover.

To yours. - She's on tour with her orchestra.

Could you keep the kids from time to time?

You haven't been often, but they seem to have fond memories.

You get on well with Jan and Louise, don't you?

If it was up to me, I'd already have ten.

Sonia's not keen.

If you were a girl you might think differently.

I don't think so.

I like being around kids.

Hugging them.

With all those awful stories...

Last time I was at the park,

I gave Jan a hug and I thought a lady was going to call the cops.

How did it feel to see Mum again? - I don't know.

It was weird to be back in the family bowl.

Mama fish, Papa fish, and the two baby fish.

And?

I think she was happy to see me.

She was sad when you left home.

She worried... - I know, she called me all the time.

Yeah?

I would hang up on her.

I shouldn't say this,

but the accident has a good side.

It's time you talked.

Did you think about it for hours, or was it a sudden urge?

Did you fall asleep next to Mum then wake up all sweaty, unable to resist?

Every time...

Every time you vowed it would be the last.

Men are usually serious when they fuck.

Very concentrated.

I'm not just any man.

You're suffocating me. - What?

You're suffocating me.

Laura?

Are you OK?

Don't touch me.

I'd like you to go, please.

Let me hold you.

Laura.. - I don't want to be held.

Please leave.

OK. Can I take a shower? - No, go now.

Hi. How was school? - Fine.

What's that?

It's me. - Show me.

Don't you think there's something strange about this picture?

No. There's nothing strange.

Nothing?

No, it's a normal picture.

What shall we do? - Nothing.

Shall we wait for Jan? - No.

OK, let's not. - Of course we will.

Come on.

If I was myself

neither the mountain to climb,

nor the abyss and coming snow

would scare me.

If I was myself

neither the woman that I am

nor the man sleeping in my bed

would scare me.

If I was myself...

Hello, Jan.

...what's weighing on my heart, what I do...

If I was myself, na na na... - Stop it. What is it?

It's by Zazie.

Mum listens to it all the time.

She pretends to be Mum but she's just a little girl.

And you pretend to understand but you don't understand anything.

Shall I leave the light on? - Yes.

D'you want your glasses?

What's that smell? - It's Dad's perfume.

Good night, pumpkin. - Good night.

Good night, sweetpea.

Sleep tight. - Goodnight.

Louise?

I can't sleep.

Do you want to call Mum or Dad? - No, I wanted some light.

Are you afraid of the dark?

No.

Do you want something to drink?

No. Will you read me a story?

It would wake Jan up.

Do you want me to come upstairs with you?

Come on, let's go.

Louise, is your dad nice to you?

Yes.

Do you have the impression that he loves you more than Jan?

No.

He says Jan's his favourite son, and I'm his favourite daughter.

He'll be back tomorrow, you can give him lots of kisses.

Your coach awaits in the parking lot, my lady.

Thanks for inviting me.

You're just tired of public transport, that's why you accepted.

I know it.

I have no delusions

about the appeal of watching a movie with me.

Idiot.

What are we going to see? - I don't know.

How's your dad? - He's OK.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad too..

Do you want to see him? - No, not really.

I came to see you. - I must introduce you.

It won't take long.

No? - If you want.

Dad, this is Jérôme.

He's my new lover.

What do you think?

He's hot, huh?

He fucks like a stallion.

He makes me come.

You should see it! - Stop Laura, you're going too far.

And he kisses me...

He kisses llike no one's ever kissed me before.

What?

What you're doing is stupid.

You're right.

We're going to miss this movie.

Why d'you speak to him like that, are you crazy?

I'm sure he heard it all. - I hope he did.

Laura... - What?

Did I hurt your feelings?

Poor thing.

You're out of your mind. - Don'te moralize, I don't get it.

And neither do you.

Can't you see? There's nothing loveable in me.

Nothing.

Hello, leave me a message, I'll call you back.

Luc, are you coming?

Don't ring, the door's open.

Does it turn you on when I pretend to be asleep?

Gently.

Dad! What's wrong?

Let us through, Miss. - Dad, I'm not done!

I'm not done, Dad!

I'm not done, goddammit!

Let him go!

Take Mum home. I have to pick up the kidS.

We've got the same hands. - Yes.

We have lots of things in common.

It's nice of you to have stayed here.

Mum? - Yes?

We have to talk about Dad.

Can you bring me a cigarette?

Next to Dad's armchair.

Thanks.

Your dad decided everything.

Even the clothes I would wear when we had guests.

This dress with those tights and these shoes...

I never went shopping alone.

He would drive me.

He'd wait in the car park.

In his car.

He smoked while waiting for me.

I never got my driving license.

But I don't mind.

My husband, my children, that's all I need.

That's happiness for me.

We missed you, you know?

Jérôme, it's me.

Laura?

Yes. Laura. - What d'you want?

What I want...

Would you like to come over?

I'll try not to mess it up this time.

Yeah, right. Two steps forward, three steps back.

It's not like that. I'm changing.

Will you come? - No.

I don't want to see you right now.

Is that a problem?

No, it's fine. - OK.

Yeah. - Some other time perhaps.

Yeah.

Hello. - Hello.

Could you wait outside?

I need to wash him.

I know you're very close but...

If he could tell us He's OK with it...

Is he better? - Yes, much better.

It was just a hitch, his heart.

Today he really looks well.

I...

Yes?

Would it be OK for me to shave him?

Yes, of course.

Just give me two more minutes.

He should have his hair cut next time the hairdresser comes.

When you're near him, or you touch him, do you feel anything special?

No.

No.

Can't you sense that he's a bad man?

Thanks. - Thanks.

What are you going to do for your mum's return?

Hug her tight and have a kissing contest.

And you? - Nothing.

She's leaving again in two days. I'm sick of her orchestra.

And you, do you miss Granddad?

I don't know.

It's disheartening.

Each time I leave him I feel empty.

If it doesn't feel right, don't go.

You don't have to go, just because he's your dad.

Besides, he can't hear you. - You're oversteppinq the bounds, Louise.

It's true, he can't hear you.

It's better to go see him.

What d'you mean? - It's better to go see him.

I think he can hear.

Don't forget to give them back.

They're just great. That was the last gig.

Of their European tour and it was worth seeing.

A high point of this festival.

And now another concert extract...

Are you sure you're OK, Laura?

Tired.

And you? - Me too.

I can't wait for Sonia to be back.

I've had enough.

Are you two still good? - Yes.

We still have a sex life. Want details?

Nope.

You're not frustrated? - No, not at all...

No, Sonia is...

Well...

Not seeing eachother often keeps the sparks flying.

I can't hang around, I don't want the kids to wake up without me.

Laura?

From what I hear, you're best babysitter ever.

Here, Mum. Your cup of tea.

Thanks.

It's hot!

Would you like something to eat?

Don't worry about me, honey. I'm doing UK.

Mum, we need to talk.

About Dad.

What about Dad?

You know very well what.

What I know is that you're the one wasting your life, Laura.

Not Dad. Not your father.

No, Dad loves you.

Look at your life.

And looK at your brother.

He's made something of his life. Like Dad.

There's no...

Where's the sugar?

With you it's always someone else's fault.

Where's the sugar?

Laura...

Laura, where is the sugar?

Please.

He...

He raped me, Mum. Do you understand?

Where is the sugar? - He raped me for years.

Can't you hear what I'm saying? - Yes...

Yes, I hear you.

Your husband, Mum. - Yes, my husband.

You disgust me.

Honey, you disgust me.

Dad is fighting for his life...

and you only think about yourself,

You and your little-girl stories

full of make-believe.

Did you ever sare a thought for me?

I'm not staying here. It's over.

This is my first time here, and it will be the last. That's for sure.

I've had enough. You disgust me.

With all your stories.

I know nothing about your life but maybe it's better like that.

You make me sick.

Really, you make me sick.

See? I came back.

I'm a good girl.

I needed you to love me, Dad.

That complicates everything, doesn't it?

Doesn't it?

I wanted you to love me.

To love me.

Children want their dads to love them.

It makes me sick to stir up all this shit.

The rare times I dared resist he'd say: "You'll be punished."

Punished.

Or he'd say: "If you cry Mum will hear you.

It'd hurt Mummy to know what you're doing, don't you think?

You don't want to hurt Mum."

The worst...

is that I was afraid he wouldn't love me anymore if I said no.

I'm sorry, Laura.

I'm sorry..

When I turned twelve he stopped coming.

He left me alone.

I always thought it was because I was a difficult teenager.

But it wasn't that.

I was becoming a woman and he was intimidated, or disgusted.

I think it disgusted him. - I don't want to hear the details.

I can't.

I can't.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me anything?

What am I going to do now?

Rémi?

Thank you.

Beat it.

Now you can choose, Dad.

Die or wake up, I don't care.

But if you wake up you won't be able to cheat anymore.

It's nothing to do with me anymore.

I'm leaving now.

I won't be back.

Come on, pick up, pick up.

You have reached the right number.

I can't take your call right now.

Please leave a message and I will call you back. Thank you.

Jérôme, I want to see you.

We have to see each other.

Subtitling: Tongues Untied