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Are we seeing each other Monday?

- When? - Monday.

Monday. No. I can't Monday.

Thursday... Oh no, I can't Thursday.

Friday?

- Okay. - Friday at the Love Hotel.

- We take the Kyoto room. - Come to mine, no?

I can't. I've got to fetch the kids at 4.30 on Friday.

Let's meet at 3.

- Is 3 alright for you? - Yes, that suits me.

Okay.

- Okay then. See you then. - Bye.

"No! No!"

"Stop it! What's up? Are you mad!"

"Sebastien's just next door. Do you want him to punch your lights out!"

"Come on. What's wrong with you? Are you nuts?"

"Alexandre's just next door. Do you want him to beat you up!"

"I want you and it's so good."

"It's divine, rare... Not like... You're beautiful..."

"You're afraid."

"You're petrified."

Are you going to spend your life watching the trains go by?

I'l tell Sebastien everything. I don't care.

You won't have choice. You're going to love me!

You're going to love me!

Are you going to spend your life

watching the trains go by?

THE STARRY SKY ABOVE ME

I was just thinking of you.

You inspire me.

Yes, of course, I'm working.

Come over if you want.

That doesn't matter.

You're waiting,

but you still don't want to fuck eh?

That was before. Now I prefer to stay with my pussy. (lol)

You don't know how much

I want to eat your snatch.

.. lick your pussy...

.. lick your pussy...

No...

...make love to you

..hold you in my...

No...

eat your snatch.

Goodnight Bruno. I'm off to bed.

Mickael's not here tonight. I'd like you to come up.

Enzo...

Enzo...

You're going to see the way of the dragon.

Passionate love!

Passionate love!!

I am not afraid.

- Are you sure? - Oh come on.

It feels like I'm not in the right relationship.

What?

Maybe we shouldn't discuss love. Everything's been said. We should stop

If 1 wasn't afraid of flying, I'd go to... to Brazil.

Start by leaving this area first.

I want to experience something powerful.

You want something powerful?

Sometimes, I think that's what Manu wanted.

Something powerful.

Come on, touch me. Are you shy?

Oh, he's shy.

Haven't you ever wanted to go away? Africa maybe?

What are you on about?

There's something missing.

Something real, tangible.

The sap of life.

We were talking about ticks.

Ticks respond to three things.

3 stimulants, that's all.

Atick will wait on the tip of a branch, attracted by the light.

It can wait years like that,

without eating or anything.

Not moving at all.

Waiting for an animal to pass under the branch.

Stimulated by the smell, it drops on the passing animal.

The tick smells the animal that passes under the branch.

We look a right pair.

Like a couple of kids.

That's exactly what I like about this.

Spending the whole night talking, not paying attention to time.

I'm gonna peel your clothes off like a Babybel.

- Hello. - Hello there.

- Hi. - Hi Bruno.

- I thought you were upstairs, writing. - You must be kidding.

It's difficult sometimes. I get the impression I'l never manage

It's hard tonight, eh.

It comes and goes. Nothing sticks.

I'l make us some tea.

No. I've got some friends upstairs. I' was heading up.

Okay.

Come on...

Try not to worry too much.

You know, Justyna. I'm lucky to have you here.

I'm lucky too.

Armelle sends her love.

You know, Enzo. There's a Japanese proverb I'm very fond of.

"What you want to say, say tomorrow."

You got nothing to say?

Rightly so.

I'm feeling really inspired tonight.

Right, first let's get rid of this monstrosity.

Erase it.

- Oh look. - It's fine, we'll be able to...

- What are you doing? - There's space here.

You're supposed to write on my boobs, not my ribs.

Holocaust porn.

That's really sinister.

- What's it go to do... - Porn is sinister.

It's the Agricultural Show.

Holocaust... people won't understand the connection.

What does it mean? Are you putting the animals and farmers in the same boat

as the girls with their demo? It's dumb.

You've never been to an abattoir.

You can't compare it to how the Jews suffered in the holocaust...

I've had it.

...compared to animals...

It's horrible, but it's not the same.

That's precisely it. I want to get the message through.

- Come and dance instead.

Love came along like a blow

and rarely,

generally for the wrong reasons,

simply because people tire themselves out

repressing their love.

And one day, it comes out

because it needs to go somewhere.

And generally, that's when the problems start.

And generally, that's when the problems start.

Bruno!

Bruno!

Bruno!

- What on earth are you doing here? - Hello Bruno.

What's up dad? Is someone dead?

No, I'm just here with your mum.

Hello Bruno.

We were down the road at the Weismann's

The Weismanns?

So we thought we'd pop by and say hello.

Catch up, right?

You've come to catch up?

That's right, isn't it?

But...

Mum, what do you mean "catch up"?

But...

Ah, okay, I see what's going on.

My parents have already tried to fix me up with girls from the community

and it's never worked.

Hello. My name is Sophie Andreux.

- Andreux? - Yes.

Sophie... Andreux...

Bruno...

- Bruno... - Mmm...

- Bruno! - What!

You could...

Sorry mum. I just got up. I don't know why you turned up with no warning.

Go up to the lounge.

I'l be right back.

It's okay.

What's going on?

The Weismanns?

They moved 5 years ago.

Andreux...

It must be Andreustein. No, it can't be.

Have you seen this bloody mess!

- He's still in bed at 2pm!

Have you seen his face? He looks like an owl!

"How on earth can a man rejoice at being awoken by an alarm at 6.30 am,

jump out of bed, eat a slice of bread with no pleasure

shit, piss, brush his teeth and hair,

fight his way through the traffic to work

where he produces money for someone else

who asks him to be grateful for this opportunity?"

What he writes isn't bad.

- Really? - Yes.

You're not fussy.

Well, well...

Have you seen this?

When I think of the nice photos he has of his bar mitzvah.

It's funny isn't it?

They're photos I found on Russian social networks.

I love them. They're weird eh?

You look a lot better like that, Bruno.

Thanks Mum.

Thanks Mum.

I'm sorry about earlier. How I was dressed...

You know, I read a study that says we wash too much.

Water alters the skin's protective layer, causing more infections.

Our bodies regulate themselves.

If you stop using deodorant and use less soap,

you smell a bit at first.

- Yes. - After 6 months,

only your natural smell remains.

I protect my skin by using a flannel on parts of my body.

And I never use soap on my feet.

I can promise you that I never smell bad.

- Bruno... - Hmm

We came to tell you that we miss you a lot.

And your mum's very sad not to see you.

- Don't start again. - It's true, we miss you.

And we're worried. It can't go on like this.

I'm alright.

No, no, no, it's not alright.

This place is dirty and so are you.

- You are dirty! - It's true.

I've just explained I'm not. Look at me.

You're very pale.

Are you eating at least?

Let's stop talking about me. Let's hear more about this lovely lady.

"One day I'll be a legend in crustacean mythology."

- Don't know it. - Road to LA, my favourite Fante.

I've brought you some liver pate.

Great, thanks mum...

Dad, Mum, it's very kind to have come by and to worry about me, but...

We won't bother you with our family issues.

Here...

- No, but... - No, really...

Here, have a seat.

Right, Dad, Mum, have a seat.

Oh sod it!

You could have that repaired.

I've got priorities. Last night I had a dream.

It gave me the idea for my next book.

It's a bit like Theorem by Pasolini.

- Would you like some? - No thanks.

Is it the colour?

No, I'm not hungry. Thanks.

I understand.

It's the story of a tick.

Well, it's a tick...

that lives on a ficus in a flat.

It goes on two years.

The tick is alive and waiting just for its time to come.

It's observing what's going on,

the man who lives in the flat.

He's a bit neurotic, never goes out. He's afraid of rejection.

He picks something up from under the ficus.

And the tick jumps off

on to his head and bites him.

And something strange happens.

The guy comes out of his torpor,

loses his inhibitions one by one

and goes out to face the world.

He becomes hyper-intuitive. It's an animal instinct.

All the barriers before him fall.

And he's lead to glory.

Well, that's very simplified. I need to...

I thought that was quite good.

- Really. - I don't know.

It was strange.

I know, it was crap.

Mmm, yes.

I found it very touching.

The story about the man who can't go outside...

Itis about you?

And the tick who transforms his life... That would be you!

Who's that? Unbelievable. Everyone's come today.

Alain! What are you doing here?

Bruno, I love you.

I'm so happy to see you.

What's up with you?

I want to tell you how important your friendship is for me.

I know.

I was in the area and remembered a proverb you told me once.

If you want to go quickly, walk alone.

If you want to go far, let's walk together.

- Remember? - Of course.

Why are you mentioning it now?

He needs to clean up though. Look at it. It's chaos.

They just turned up. With a some really cute girl.

1 think she's Sephardic or something.

She's not much at first sight. She's got something though.

Like what?

She's bubbly... at ease with herself...

I reckon she's at ease with her body and knows what gives her pleasure.

Do you know why she's here?

No. Maybe she's looking for a boyfriend?

She's not said much but I'm getting some intense looks from her.

She's mysterious. But it's as if she understood everything.

And now here you are! Incredible!

You want to pop up? Get a look at her.

- Of course. - Hands off though eh.

Come on Bruno, you know me.

It's Alain.

Hello. Hello Simona.

- Hello Maurice. - Hello Alain.

My friend Alain. Sophie Andrieux, my parents' friend.

- Andreu... - Andreu, yes.

That's right. How do you know?

Well, you told me. Just. Downstairs.

Did I?

Do you mind if I call you Sophie?

No, that's fine.

What a day, eh?

Alitle stressful. I mean very pleasant.

How about I make a cup of tea. Sophie?

No really, don't bother yourself.

It's no bother. A tea-sommelier friend gave me a fantastic Sencha.

Afukamushi. Have you heard of it?

No.

Make yourself at home. Il be back in 7 minutes.

- He thinks it's a date. - Yes, I think he does.

You haven't started yet?

We wanted everyone here.

No sign of Laetitia? We've been here over 20 minutes.

- This won't work. - Why do you say that?

No. We'll do without her.

Mrs Weintraub. We'll start when he comes back. Okay?

Don't forget someone has to stay between him and the window.

And the door too. It's important.

- The door too? - Yes.

Sophie, you and me, it's forever...

Sophie I want to see you naked.

And I want to... [ want to...

Sophie, tonight I'l show you it.

Sophie, you and me, it's forever.

You made me jump!

Hello Bruno.

Laetitia, how come you're here? My parents and Alain just turned up too.

You knew? What's going on? Some sort of plot?

- [it's about Enzo, I'm keeping him. - Don't be silly.

Really though. How come you're here? Did you know?

No. I wanted to know how you are. You don't answer my messages.

That's still pretty strange.

1 thought you didn't care about me, that you called just for comfort.

Nonsense.

It's funny. We separated 3 years ago.

Neither of us has settled down.

Well, I'm very fond of Armelle.

Give in. She's just a shag.

Charming!

I look at that photo and I think we should have had a child.

Going straight for the big issues...

Forget it. It's in the past.

I would have liked a child too.

It's not fair. You've no kids, you're still in a catch.

50 and single doesn't sound SO promising.

I've become a threat.

My girlfriends don't invite me over for fear I'l steal their husbands.

Men behave like animals with me.

They meet me, single, no kids, loveless...

they behave like animals.

Well, you're very attractive.

Really?

- You're the best shag I had. - Really?

Yeh.

So why aren't we still together?

I don't know. We don't get on...

I'm not easy to live with.

- I'm a little unstable too. - I can confirm that.

At the same time...

Do you want us to be just friends?

I don't know. It depends on the day.

I'd rather hear you say I'm the love of your life.

You are.

That said, you're only sure of that on your death bed, really.

Don't you want us to...

- They're in the next room. - So. Let's go to mine.

- No, there's Sophie Andreux. - S0?

You'll have to be strong.

Bruno will need support so don't hesitate to hug him.

Hold him firmly in your arms.

Laetitia, Sophie Andreux...

I've not had so many people over in ages.

- Great team eh? - Yes.

- So, Bruno... - Yes?

You must be surprised to have so many people around you.

Yes, I'm even slightly worried, Sophie.

That's normal. We didn't wam.

Your friends and family are here because they want to tell you something.

Bruno, your parents asked me to come.

I came because you don't keep in touch

and that makes me sad and worries me.

Even if we're no longer together,

Even if we're no longer together,

I'm happy to have you in my life.

And I've come because I really care about you.

I know you've got a grudge against me, son, but

I'm sincerely sorry if at times I hurt you

and I promise

I'l do my best from now on

so that we get on well.

I want you to know Il always be here for you.

- You okay? - Yes.

I'm really touched by all you're saying.

You must rest. You look very tired.

We're going to take care of you now.

You're going to have to trust us.

Your mum's right. You have to trust us. We'll look after you.

- I just said that. - Yes but it needs repeating.

We're going to look after you now.

- Come here, come here. - Yes, yes.

That's what love's about.

So, Bruno how do you feel.

How do I feel? Em...

Do you want to say something to your loved ones?

Well, I...

I really care about you all too.

Andl...

And thanks for having improvised this get-together.

I love you all very much.

I know I'm lucky to have you all.

Yes...

But...

Can I ask something?

I don't want to upset you.

Why are you here?

Yes, that's a good question.

It's not a get-together, Bruno.

We psychiatrists call it a home visit.

What? Psychiatrists?

I'm a psychiatrist. People consult me if they're worried about loved ones.

If 1 think there's a problem, I make a home visit

to evaluate the situation.

Very funny. I almost believed you.

Psychiatrist!

It's true, Bruno. This is a home visit.

Wow!

We've come to see how you are.

- You'll be alright. - I'm fing! I'm fine!

What you're saying,

explaining... is that my parents came to see you

to tell you I have a problem

and you decided to come here

and check if I was crazy.

Yes!

Don't say that sort of thing. It won't help.

Nobody said you're nuts. We all go through bad patches.

Hold on. What right do you have to be here?

- Wait. We're just talking. - I don't want to talk.

Laetitia. What have you got dragged into!

And you. We had a nice lunch last week and here you are doing this!

- Nice, you weren't there! - What? What!

You repeatedly ranted about the system for an hour. I was worried.

For Christ's sake!

For Christ's sake!

What are you doing?

I need a pee. I'm approaching the loo.

Approaching the loo, to pee...

Jesus! You lot are the nutcases!

Right, clear off now, Dad.

- Clear off, Mom. Get out, go on! - Calm down, Bruno!

- Get out, Mom! - Bruno, please.

- Calm down everyone. - Bruno, calm down.

- Hands off! Don't touch me. - Calm down.

You've no right to be here!

Bruno, your parents signed an authorisation.

It's called a TPH request.

What's a TPH?

"Third party hospitalisation request".

It's signed by your parents.

- Hospitalisation request. - It's a legal document.

And my parents...

Yes.

- To help you. - Right.

You really are a load of...

I don't know... I...

Ifeel...

You'll be fine, Bruno.

You'll be fine.

But Sophie, I thought...

- ...you were here for me. - I am here for you.

With your parents and with your friends.

You're not alone any more.

That's what counts.

Hello.

- Hi. - Hi Bruno.

- Hello. - Hello.

What are you doing?

It's a family get-together.

- It's not a work meeting for your book? - No.

Okay. Well, have fun then.

- Bye. - Bye.

Who is she?

Justyna, my flat mate,

The lads and I think your behaviour's getting stranger.

Some of them say you're holed up here

and never come out.

And the other day

Nathalie said she chatted with you on Facebook

and that you were really aggressive.

Apparently, you came out with some obscenities.

You said you wanted to... These are your words...

"eat her snatch".

And your whole ego trip, egotistic and self-centred...

with the whole world against you and

your editor you say stole your grant...

trying to mess things up...

"He stole my grant!"

I know him well so I'll say this even though you're the specialist.

I had a look on the net.

My impression is you're what's called paranoid.

I can't have any normal interaction with you.

Il leave you several messages 1 get no reply.

Itry calling. Same thing. So I give up.

Then two months later I get an enigmatic text.

The other day at 6am

"I'm happy for you and mankind."

"Laetitia, will you take me to the planet's Oscars?"

Another time at noon...

"Give me 3 key words relating to us, please."

So I answer:

So I answer:

Charm, Dick, Laughter.

Anyway...

It's embarrassing.

That's manipulation, right?

People who call, then ignore you, who mess with your head.

That's a narcissistic pervert.

On 2nd June...

He insulted Maurice. He said, I quote "you're a tight git".

On August 7th, he woke us up at night

to tell us

"you should go back to your shtetl".

That means the ghetto. Our parents lived in a ghetto in Poland.

Il carry on. On September 3rd:

"You can shove your money where I think."

"I can't stand the sight of you."

"You're worthless..."

"..busy bodies."

"Id rather make my own way."

There you go.

That's all.

He's cut us off. Have you ever seen that.

Didn't we do enough for you, Bruno?

Anyone would think he'd suffered growing up.

That we'd shut him in the basement.

Go on. Tell us why you don't want to see us!

Tell them. Go on.

I'l tell you why.

He thinks we should have bought him a flat.

Bruno, you'll get our money when we're dead.

Here we go again.

You can't cut them off because they won't buy you a flat.

It's nothing to do with a flat...

My rules, my pussy!

My rules, my pussy!

What do you mean, I'm sexy.

Do I know you? 1 think not!

I don't think we do!

Do you think your comments interest me!

Look at the state of you. Who do you think you are!

Oh, you're telling me what you think.

Because you think I give a shit. I'l tell you what I think too, then.

You should wear a fucking muzzle. To keep your big fat mouth well shut.

I say, we each follow our own path.

Everyone seems to agree that friendship is primordial.

That people who love you are important... Ties...

That's what you call it, right. I don't believe in that any more.

This is tangible.

Understood? Do you get it?

You don't feel lonely?

- Lonely? - Yes.

Come with me. I'l show you.

- Come with me. - Where?

I'l show you what I think of when I feel lonely.

See. "The new New Novel."

"Weintraub breaks conventions with his new book." "D'Ormesson loves it."

"Amix of Céline and Philip K. Dick."

"Open it at any page and read it out loud.

Bruno Weintraub is direct. He gets to the core.

It's a hard smack in the face

of the sort you get from life itself.

There's a before and after The Starry Sky Above My Head."

Nice Matin.

When I'm lonely, I could call a friend, go for a coffee.

We could chat about our problems for an hour. It could be nice...

Then what. I wouldn't feel less lonely. Whereas, look...

When I look at this, open it, read parts...

I know I exist. I wrote it.

It touched people.

Your book, your articles. That was 20 years ago.

Have you got any articles, written a book?

Arsehole!

- Doctor, I have to talk to you. - Be careful.

- Sophie. - Yes.

I have to tell you. I'm so happy you're here.

When I saw you the first time this morning, with my parents

Or maybe it was this afternoon.

ltwas like a...

it triggered something. I heard you reading my work...

It gave me goose bumps.

You felt something too, right?

Do you need a hand?

No thanks, I'm just making a coffee.

Alright.

I'l just watch you then.

You going already?

We never really got a chance to get to know each other.

- What was your name? - Alain.

Look, Alain. You seem like a nice guy. You're unusual.

And I really like unsual guys. But it's not the right time.

I've got things on my mind, see?

No, I don't get it.

I can feel it's not the right time.

So what would be?

The right time is all about mood and timing,

the magic moment.

Bruno taught me that.

Well, if you listen to all the nonsense Bruno spouts.

Shhhh...

She looked up

at me and as my eyes were closed

she didn't read my thoughts.

I know. You're here for work.

You're looking at me through shrinks eyes,

but what we're saying now... Its rare...

It's that magic moment for me.

We're in the loo Bruno.

It's perfect, ideal timing. I'm sure.

I'm sure it's the right time for you. I can feel it.

The magic moment.

Lots of people decompensate, Bruno!

But I can help you!

What you write is beautiful. You're talented.

The ego is a terrible thing.

People are like shields. colliding.

Look how Sophie Marceau abandons herself

Nobody does that anymore.

Because people are afraid.

You don't understand how bad itis.

Today's his last chance.

We'll lose him, find him starved to death. He's completely anti-social.

A total dropout.

A total dropout.

Oh, good, teatime!

Sit down, Maurice.

Before coming, Bruno, I had a chat with your neighbours.

Some people had some worrying things to say.

Such as?

Do you run around the stairs at night, naked?

- You shout when you're alone? - Bastards! What do they care!

Do you do that, Bruno?

No... It's complicated...

It's Armelle...

...and the others ...and...

Sometimes I look for inspiration. It doesn't come.

So I drink.

It gets out of hand. No one's died!

Can I tell you what I think?

Yes, if you like.

1 think you should take a break.

- Abreak. - Yes.

Your parents and I talked about it.

I have a clinic,

a private one,

in a nice mansion just by a forest. It's really lovely.

Your parents offered to pay for your retreat.

Avretreat, like old people.

No.

With the right treatment, after a month you'd be...

- Ready to reconquer the world. - Treatment?

Yes, once there we'd choose a treatment. Antidepressants, or whatever .

Do you think my stay in your clinic is going to bring me money?

Will it help me find a girlfriend?

Or inspiration?

It could help you sleep better.

Sleep would help with your routine and coping with daily life.

I cope very well with my life.

I can see you coming with your drugs.

That's just a slow death.

I'm sure that deep down, Bruno, you know what I mean.

I'm right aren't I?

They don't know who I am.

They don't know me.

But they're going to find out.

That'll be a shock for them, Enzo.

Ashock!

Wait... Wait... Itll be something...

Its going to be a fucking blowout.

The Beigbeder's and co can forget about it!

Mother fucker!!

You're disturbing me!

- I'm going to play with Marc. - Go!

I'm going!

For Christ's sake!

You taking the piss or what?

Come on. I'm sick of eating com. What do think this is, Mexico!

What's wrong with you! Go on, piss offl

Bruno?

I think you're walking along a mountain crest.

You're on your winding little path.

Your "pathway", as you like to say.

High up, in the sky.

High up, in the sky.

Almost in the clouds

Where you feel good.

Where your inspiration lies, I suppose.

When your book came out

it was good up on that mountain.

You had recognition, money...

Everything pointed towards a great career.

Yes, I know.

Well then...

What happened after that?

After such a success, it's strange not to have written for so long.

It makes you wonder, no?

What do you want me to say?

What can I say?

I haven't got the answer.

There are ups and downs in life.

My mates' divorce has lasted 5 years.

5 years, he lost. Just like that!

He can't work. I'm the same. I've taken knocks too.

I didn't choose the right editor.

My family...

Manu's death. It's all stuff I've had to deal with.

Sorry, Doctor. Life's hard.

It's not true I don't write. I write. Every day. I work.

I've got 15 novels on the go in my bedroom.

So, why can't you finish your books?

How do you explain that?

You tell me, if you're so clever.

I don't think it's down to your editor or your parents.

Some patients tend to

to lock themselves away in an ivory tower.

They say life's hard. They blame others.

Say they're artists who'll do great things.

They've done great things.

That only they know...

And they isolate themselves.

And always think they have good reasons.

A shady editor, a difficult family...

failed love stories...

In reality, you just sink deeper into your mistrust of the outside world.

You lock yourself up in a bunker.

Everyone is wrong apart from me.

It's like a monster deep inside of you

insidiously alienating you from the outside world.

Making the outside world seem hostile.

That monster grows daily.

Making you more intangible, more unfathomable.

That's the illness taking over.

What you wrote is beautiful, Bruno.

The world is waiting for you.

I'm waiting for you.

You're amazing.

You're handsome.

Such vitality.

Such style. Such genius.

Passionate love, Bruno.

Passionate love. The loneliness of the tick.

Sophie.

My love.

My life is beautiful.

My life is beautiful.

The starry sky above my head.

What a joke. What next.

What a nightmare.

Paranoid...

..the rescue

Ahemit's life...

Afamily turns up without warning

with a shrink to save him.

Bruno! Are you alright?

Yes!

I'm col m ing!

Love triumphs and helps him open his eyes.

She's seduced by the fact he's a bit nutty.

They have kids. Or maybe not. Who cares.

But above all, together, they create a new utopia:

Autonomia.

Sophie! Sophie!

Oh it's fantastic! Sophie!

Bruno.

Something amazing happened. I was in my room,

thinking about the story and suddenly I got an idea for my next book.

- But crazier. - Okay.

Basically it would start like this. Then it would go crazy.

There'd be love stories...

Then the shrink... together... they'd blow the psychiatric system apart...

They get to where the shrink works

and they'd open the secure ward

and let all the paranoiacs out on the street.

Id be a mess. That's volume 1.

- Bruno, this is Antoine. - Hello.

And Philippe.

- Hi. - Hi.

- They work with me. - Ok.

They're going to take you to the clinic.

No I have to work on this great idea.

We'll discuss the book later. Let's go to the clinic first.

- No. Ok. Sorry. - Come with me.

It be alright.

Okay, okay. Let me say this clearly.

I have to work on that idea now.

Get your stuff and clear off. Sophie, you can stay.

- You're not going to force me. - Calm down.

Listen to your mum. It's for your own good.

- We didn't agree on this. - We'll deal with it.

- Get off me now! - Calm down.

Bruno, you're going to hurt yourself!

- Calm down. - Calm down.

- Stop running, Bruno. - What are you going do to now!

- No! - Calm down!

Restrain him!

- Someone will answer. - I have to.

- Stay there. - No!

Il go.

- Please calm down! - I have to go.

- Sophie. - I'm here, calm down.

- I'm here. - What's wrong with you!

- Let go. - Laetitia, we'll deal with this.

Let go of him!

Calm down.

- Bruno, calm down. - We'll take care of him.

- I need to open the door. - Stay put.

Hello!

What the hell's going on! What the fuck do you lot want!

- We're here to save Bruno. Right? - Yes

- We're here to save Bruno. Right? - Yes

1 only sent the link to 3 people.

Okay. Save Bruno. Right.

Private event? Public? What's that about?

Right. Public.

We'll take care of you, Bruno.

What do you all want?

Grab him!

Bruno! Bruno! Bruno!

We're here, Bruno!

Antoine, grab him!

Simona!

Bruno! Bruno!

Antoine, go and look under the sofa.

- Tumncoat. You a doctor? - No, you're paranoid!

Give it up. You heard what the doctor said?

You need a break.

Itis because I screwed Angelique?

You kicked me out of the flat we had $0 you could screw her.

She'd just left me. I loved her.

I was practically homeless.

She didn't give a damn about you. Remember?

What I remember is that you're a wanker.

You've no right to do this.

Go back to your parents and whine. I'm staying with Justyna.

Let go!

Justyna! Come back!

- I'm hedged in. - What's going on?

My parents, Alain, the neighbours. Maybe Armelle's in on it.

I don't understand.

My parents want to lock me away in hospital!

Lock you up? You need to get out of here!

Justyna...

We may never see each other again.

Bruno...

- Thank you. Thank you. - For what?

Everything you've done for me, taught me.

I'm grateful to have lived with you.

Look what I was like before we met.

Look at me now. Thanks to you.

What will you do now?

Il carry on my fight.

It's pointless. But I have to carry on.

You're a wonderful person, Justyna.

You think I haven't seen your game?

- What do you mean? - I'm not stupid.

- Do you often screw your patients? - Are you mad?

Hands off Bruno. You've got no chance. You ugly fat-arsed cow!

I'm getting back with him. Got it?

You got that?

- Come here you stupid bitch! - What's up with you!

- Come here you stupid bitch! - What's up with you!

- Laetitia, stop! You're losing it. - Laetitia!

- Philippe! - Shut up!

What are you doing!

Philippe! Laetitia!

- Dad. What are you doing here? - Enough. You're coming home.

- Home? Where? - Get your stuff. We're off.

Where! This is my home.

This is your grandmother's house.

And Bruno can pack up too. No more life of Riley!

Bruno pays rent.

Right. 200 Euros. Now and then. It's a pigsty.

I drove 50 miles.

- You're coming back to Nemours. - Never!

Look at you? You feel free surrounded by this.

You look like a whore! That's enough.

My own mother, calling me a whore!

Walking round naked doesn't constitute a combat.

Why always see a woman's body through a man's eyes.

I'm not exciting any one. It's a combat.

You are lowering and endangering yourself.

The danger is in doing nothing.

Oceane. Come home. I'm not called Oceane.

I'm called Justyna.

We're going. Let go. She's my daughter.

She's my daughter.

Let go of her.

- Let go of her. - Let me go!

I feel so good these days.

I've never been so happy.

So, I decided to write this song about suicide.

It's a tribute to a Hungarian singer from the thirties.

He wrote a song that was so sad

that lots of people killed themselves after hearing it.

The BBC banned it until after the year 2000.

The writer shot himself in the end.

This song makes me feel happy.

My version is called

Please Ophelie, wait for me.

Bruno!

Bruno!

Lots of people decompensate, Bruno!

But I can help you!

Let me get you out of your ivory tower.

What you write is beautiful.

You're talented, Bruno.

I know you'll do great things.

Sophie.

You're there Bruno. Great. We can start treatment.

- Stop it. - We can start treatment.

Stop talking about fucking treatment.

I'm so happy. We can start your treatment.

It's not possible. You're my patient. You're transferring your feelings.

We look a right pair.

Like a couple of kids.

So what?

That's exactly what I like about this.

Spending the whole night here

just talking

without even noticing time go by.

THE STARRY SKY ABOVE ME