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THE SLAP

There's no time! I have to meet my father at the new place.

- Let's hurry then! - What about my scooter?

- You don't need it...it's nearby. - Sure I do!

- Pretty cool, isn't it? - There's no alarm?

Nope. No elevator either. We'll save money on rent.

Hurry!

- I paid them an advance. - How will you manage?

I told them I'd pay more in July, then I wrote a letter to my mom.

I think my lung is broken, it's going "tac tac." Think it's serious?

Get serious, it's nothing. Move on.

We're here. Keys...

What do you know about lungs?

They'll ask me that in ten days, I don't want to think about it.

Check it out.

So?

Verdict?

Well it's not... You said a studio.

But it's nice.

Better than my room at La Cité.

I'll be re-painting the floor white. Rémi will help me.

And we can buy ice skates.

No, but when we have guests, we can push the bed and have a sofa...

I got a head rush...

- Why did you carry up your bike? - Someone stole my lock.

Isn't it time you told your father?

You like it?

Yep.

- Hi Madeleine! - Hi!

- Hi Dad! - Hi.

Give me a break, I'm really busy and I don't have a car.

But your father has his class at two.

In downtown Paris, the scooter is faster than a car anyway.

O.K. she's here, so show her.

The two rooms here are same as the blueprints, but come see your room.

We decided to put it here, it's bigger and you'll have a view of the gardens.

- Facing the courtyard? - Well, yes.

Here by the side door you can come and go as you please... for privacy.

I have to go, I'll be at the agency office all week.

Thank you, I'll call you Tuesday.

- So? Everything fine? - Yes.

I mean, this, you're not... you're happy?

- Well yes! - Then say so!

- I said I liked it. - No you didn't say anything!

You don't look around, you don't ask questions, just stand there.

What's up? Are you hungry?

- Who taught her to smoke? - Don't look at me! Don't start.

It must have cost a lot.

Darn right, hope you appreciate it.

You're really something, you know.

C'mon, it's nothing, it's a new place, it's great...

but you take on a tragic air, it's like...

I take on a tragic air? Me?

Goodbye Madeleine, it's very beautiful, I'm very happy, bye!

She's really out of control.

- Are you coming Madeleine? - Yes.

STRIKE TO PROTEST STUDENT EXPULSION 2:00- 2:15

You guys are kidding me, no?

What class was our expelled student in?

Final year at Lyon.

What did he do?

He had his feet on his desk and didn't want to move them.

Very well.

Let's go, break this up!

I'll get you for this!

I don't know, next thing I know he’s punching me.

- What are you doing here? -Can I take the scooter? I got dinner.

- Can't Rémi take you? - He has plans. He can take you home though.

- Is there enough gas? - Yes, if the headlight goes out, just tap on it.

- Hey, what about my running shoes? - Should I go barefoot? Next time...

- You're not going out tonight are you? - No, why?

Because, umm, Just asking that's all.

- In that case... -Ohhh - Never mind "Ohhhs" - That’s right.

He’d better not, I can be violent.

And if I go out anyway?

Then I’ll go back to Irène, and have the last laugh!

She’s soooo mine.

I’m telling you. He’s been here 20 years...

He’s taught honours classes for five or six years, never been a problem.

Well there is one now. One in hospital, the other at the dentist...big problem.

Excuse me? Do you want to speak to him?

Can you come get me, Pierre?

- Am I free to leave? - Yes, for the time being.

No, I wasn't hurt.

- Good evening Madeleine! - Good evening, my dear.

- Is Dad here? - No.

- It’s day old, I didn’t have any time... - Doesn’t matter.

You’re going out? - Yes.

Where are you going?

- To the Morettis. - Playing cards?

What?

I love you.

I love you too... What’s wrong?

Did you talk with your father?

- About what? - About us.

You’re getting married?

No, we’re not getting married.

Well... I think I’ll go on ahead. We said 8 o’clock.

Tell him to meet me, unless he wants me to go alone, like the last time.

I’ll say he’s making you study. Speaking of...how’s it going?

It's nuts. Closer exams get,the less I know! Apparently it’s common.

Say, love’s not always a party, is it?

Where did you park your car?

It must have been impounded. Along with my things probably.

The Education Ministry called already, they’re sending an inspector in the A.M.

Very well then.

It’s Charvin. You know him?

Oh yes.

That cop needs to miss less than 8 days' duty. You’ll have to pay a fine.

If it's worse than that, it won't be a laughing matter.

Do you want me to stay for dinner?

No, I have to go out with Madeleine.

Good night, Pierre.

And thank you.

I’m sorry. I’m very late.

Don’t worry, I’ll go alone and explain. I have the car, now I’m used to this.

Sleep well.

I had a few tales to tell you, but if you’d rather go play cards.

That’s right. I’d rather go play cards.

I’m cutting in. she wouldn’t say that, I didn’t even know her back then.

No way! Impossible! Say what?

I’m so sure! Could he do that and study both at once, maybe nights. Hang on!

- Hi Dad. - Hi.

That’s not possible! Don’t talk crazy! Tell me exactly what she said!

What a...

No! No!

Madeleine went on ahead. Hurry up!

Yes, I saw her leave, but I’m not going. Where are the kitchen matches?

Here!

No, this summer if I pass we’re taking a road trip with Marc and the others.

Maybe Yugoslavia or Alsace, or some such place.

Is it O.K. if you have dinner alone? I’m going out after all.

If I fail, please shoot me, what else? Because if I have to start over again...

Wait. I can't hear you.

I don’t hate it, but I can’t say I'm in heaven either.

So if I fail and have to do first year over...

I’m off to DuCellier’s for dinner. The parents are strict, can't be late.

Sure, me too. No. Yes! Yes! Bye!

Another new record.

If I need money for driving lessons, is it a huge problem?

You need a licence to get in to second year?

Didn’t you know?

No, it’s so I can share with driving this summer.

Don’t move.

Share what driving? What’s this Yugoslavia thing about?

Didn’t I tell you this already? Mind you, it’s not a sure thing.

- Is that the time? - What did you think?

Gotta go! Tell Madeleine I borrowed her bracelet.

Where are you going?

Some friends. You don’t know them.

Don’t worry.

I’m studying hard, you know.

I just need a break and I won’t stay out late.

Marc, he’s that boy in my class? Morillon?

Yes. Is he a good student?

Sure, when he doesn’t stay out late.

That reminds me... We’ll need to talk about something.

When?

One of these days!

This results in a morphostructural style, particularly complex, but very banal on the contours of the Mediteranean.

We can distinguish these components on the schema...

Please excuse me, the headmaster needs to see you right away.

O.K. well, take five. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em.

So, they don’t know anything?

Who? About what?

Your students. You know, about yesterday.

I don’t think so, no.

Let’s start, our friend is in a hurry. The police officer is out of hospital,

as expected, it’s getting around. You’ll need to lie low for a while.

Yes, instead of suspension, Rabel offers a transfer, Ministry would O.K. that.

Wait, two guys punching a student... Wouldn’t you have done something?

And I’m the one picking up the check?

Next school year, two options are yours: Toulouse or Colmar, but with freshmen.

Senior classes are already spoken for.

Very well, I’ll hand in my resignation tomorrow, Pierre.

Are you serious?

Pedestrians over here!

- Back into drive...first gear... - It’s no big thing, you know,

you come home and say, "Dad, I love a boy, and I want to go live with him."

- If he says... - Right over here. Turn signal.

...you know, "Get married first," tell him we’re not in the Dark Ages.

- What’s your problem?! - Shut your face!

Very distinguished, very classy!

Listen to me Marc: I get to my lesson and you’re already in the backseat...

You’re talking in my ear... I’ll crash into someone, then you’ll get your way.

Easy on the clutch. Turn signal.

Second gear.

Good. And we have a look in our...

Rearview mirror.

There you go.

Truth is you’re afraid of your father.

Time goes by, you’ll be an old maid, with plenty of time to cry about it.

- It’s such a sad story. - Why don’t you talk to him?

"Good day sir, I want to live with Isabelle, goodbye sir."

I may be a wimp, but you’re a man.

Dad should be easy for you.

A real pushover.

What’s with this play?! Stay in your lanes over there!

Let’s go you losers! Get to the net!

Look at those fancy moves, he fell on his face!

Hey there champ, word is you’re buying drinks!

- He got his marks? - Yes! He passed, we're celebrating!

Yay! You’re graduating?

Easy courses, anyone could pass those!

That hurt, stop hitting!

What about military service? Did they ask?

Yeah, I’ll get my orders, but I don’t know when.

- What’s the score? - 0-0

Why is your dad with the students?

Students and faculty against the alumni.

Looks like he’s having a fine time!

Go team, go!

What?

Going alright?

Position! Position! What are you doing?!

Sir, ummm...

Sir...

Yeah!

We'll have to get one back, let's not freak out.

- Are you O.K.? - Yeah, I’ll be alright.

- Need my soap? - I’m fine, thanks.

Again, sorry about before. I mean, I shouldn't apologize.

No problem.

In the end, overall... They won a cheap one.

What else was there?

Oh yes, did Isabelle tell you about the room?

What room?

She wants to get a room in the city. To uhhh...be independent.

You know at 18, soon to be 19, she’s no infant. I know these things.

Morillon, you have a comb?

Sure, pocket with the cigarettes.

So I‘ve been meaning to have a word with her father.

Still a bit over here.

Not easy to know what they want. Isabelle falls in love every 5 minutes.

Wanting to switch studies, or move. It's not only her, you know.

Do you have sisters, Morillon?

No.

If you did, they would be the same way. All of them.

They follow their whims, that’s life these days.

Luckily, we are there for them.

Me for my daughter, and you for your sisters.

Luckily.

Where will you go? How old are you? What will you do?

I have that book to do with Pierre. Finding illustrations, everything.

And my program starts again in the fall I could also teach private school.

Seems every time I do something you don’t like, you ask me my age.

3 programs on Napoleon won't fill up your schedule.

Napoleon, who’s Napoleon? The series is 20th century with 15 episodes, so there.

And all this is for your pride?

Did you ever ask yourself if maybe there was something more?

Like what?

This year, 2 or 3 times, after an hour in class...

the classes would be over and...

I told myself I still had a lot left to teach them.

But I no longer know how.

What happened?

An hour of my life, an hour of theirs, but it was no longer the same hour.

That’s it.

You only have this suitcase?

Yes, the other ones stayed back at my place.

Who told you you couldn’t bring them?

Nobody did. But who asked me to bring them here?

Let me.

There’s hardly anything, what are you bringing back?

1 or 2 small spoons, a ladle, 2 or 3 ashtrays.

A letter came today from Australia for Isabelle.

Yes, I saw it.

Do you talk to her sometimes?

About what?

- About Hélène. - No.

She never re-married?

No, since we’re not divorced.

Oh yes, I was forgetting.

No you weren’t forgetting.

What are you doing here? How did you find me?

Rémi told me, this afternoon, after the game.

Well, yeah.

How does he know where you are when I don’t?

Shhhhh! Because he found me the job, all you had to do was ask him.

- What job? - This one!

Why did your father say you fall in love every five minutes?

Dad said that?

Darn right, he’s throwing you over old girl. Now answer!

Ow! Hands off!

What’s with the jacket on a warm night?

I borrowed it, for this summer. We’re not going to Yugoslavia.

Oh yeah, it's news to me. Where then?

To La Clusaz in Haute-Savoie, where the action is!

What are we going to do there?

That I’ll explain later.

Don’t sit down!

So you spoke to my father?

- No. I couldn’t. - What do you mean? Why?

Because. When he looks at me like in class I just can’t take it.

I’ll write him.

That’s pitiful! It’s like I’m leaving a man for a mouse.

Say that again!

Quiet! I told you to be quiet!

You’re going to repeat what you just said!

- Watch the jacket! - Get out! I’m sick of this!

- Don’t try to leave me Isabelle! - Out, I said!

So he breaks an ashtray.

I warned you I was capable of violence!

There you go, now he’s awake. How do you do it?

Will you be quiet?!

Go to sleep. Stop! Bedtime!

Look at him now, I’m going to deal you a hard one!

Good evening. Everything go O.K.?

A perfectly uneventful evening.

Good, do you have any money on you?

You broke an ashtray?

Me? No.

Must have been the cat.

Where is the cat?

Your mother will be waiting at the station?

- Probably, yes. - I hope the weather is fine.

Same here Jean, I hope the weather is fine.

Simon will be waiting too?

No, we’ll meet him at the sea shore, if he still has the house there.

What do you care now, anyway?

You might get a message for me, I asked about a job in Geneva.

As an interpreter?

Yes, August 10th to September 5th. They were supposed to call.

O.K. well, What do I say?

That I don’t live there, give them my new address.

For Isabelle, you’ll explain?

Then again, no, don’t explain too much.

Let’s not bother writing each other.

It’s late, I’ll call back tomorrow when I wake up, kisses.

You know what Picasso said to Cocteau?

Is that who you were talking to?

Well, no.

- You want to know what he said? - Sure, yes.

That he was amazed when taking a bath that he didn’t melt like sugar.

He was convinced it was a miracle! Christine read Cocteau's book "Opium".

Ahhh.

You smoked a lot of opium?

Oh, often, that’s all I smoke.

Did Madeleine go alright?

Yes, really, yes.

- When is she coming back? - Where did I put my glasses?

Not going to bed?

No, I was putting away books, not that we’re moving tomorrow,

but there are so many. I should give some away.

Did you have a good day?

A stellar day, a banner day, yes.

Well, I’m turning in.

Good night.

Lights out before 2, alright?

Sure.

What if I said I want to go with a boy? Like, I mean, move in with him?

You got a letter from Australia.

Mom, yes, I read it.

She’s well?

Yes. They’re coming to Europe.

These are for the reject pile.

I want to go live with Marc.

Have you seen yourself, with your bare knees and schoolgirl socks?

I can wear stockings, if that makes a big difference...

You know, these days, society’s not... People fall in and out of love,

it’s no big thing, look around. Things change.

What are you doing, Isabelle?

You teaching me about life?

No, but with you even simple things are complicated.

I know what you’ll say: I’m only 18, no job, Marc neither...

We don’t know where we’re going... My exams are next week...

The usual this, that and the other.

I would have said "This, that and the other?"

Sure, go ahead and mock me.

So is it yes or no?

I think you know.

By what right?

You ask and I answer you.

Now if you want, you can leave anyway.

You’re saying no for yourself! Not for me.

No more games, I said no, so go to bed!

I’m like a queen, two husbands, three homes.

Marc loves me and makes me laugh, Dad makes me cry and I love him.

I’m sick of this, and still write in my diary.

I'll throw it away soon enough.

When I think of my exams in 4 days, I feel my stomach knot up.

There’s no pick-ups in September, it’s more a contest than just exams.

And it lasts 3 whole days.

Even if we get average grades, we may not get in to second year.

we have to be among the best.

Friday 21st. Christine’s friend got us into second-year autopsy labs.

I wanted to be a surgeon, I may have to rethink that plan.

First operation, I’d faint on a patient. - ...we will be removing the brain...

Marc is becoming very, very, very, very irritating.

Spying on me, summer plans to hide me in La Clusaz with aunts who make cheese.

- But I saw him! - You saw him do what?!

Isabelle!

Saturday 22nd. I got a long letter from Madeleine.

It was very sad and very funny. I understood.

Dad says nothing. I stepped around his books all day.

He took a lot of phone calls.

I wonder if there is another woman already.

He’s working hard. Suddenly, he told me he was quitting teaching to write.

I think he could do both. That’s his business.

I’m not his wife.

Still, something fishy's going on.

Sunday. It’s raining and I’m not sure of anything.

I said I was studying with Christine, but really Marc's taking me to La Tosca.

He loves the lyrics.

I hope we have fun, it’s my first time at opera.

Next we’re picking up Rémi. I really like Rémi.

He found a job while waiting to leave for the army.

Next we’ll drink punch at Marc’s. He’ll ask me to bed. I’ll say no.

He’ll shout. So will I.

I’ll slam the door. Then once again shed tears in the streets.

It will be very late.

Not sleeping? Have you seen the time?

Aren’t your written exams tomorrow, Tuesday and Wednesday?

Yes, I’m going straight to bed.

You wore makeup?

Well yes, why?

To go study at Christine's?

Sure, why not? Is it forbidden?

Are those already the proofs of your book?

No, they're’s just the mock-ups.

Besides that, did you study hard?

Oh la la, yes, phew!

Say, about Christine... She called from the countryside.

Seems she had an awful train voyage.

I hate this! I hate this! I hate everything!

Who is it?

What do you mean "Who is it?"

Well, come in.

Here...

Take these tomorrow, I’m afraid I’ll forget.

What is it? You’re not giving me drugs?

It’s some vitamins.

And I bought brioches too. So we’ll leave about 8-8:15, sleep well.

So it’s over with Madeleine?

I saw she wrote you a letter.

Yes, I left it on the T.V. for you to read.

- I can read it? - Sure you can.

Well then, I already read it.

So it happens? We can break up without one rejecting the other?

That can happen, yes.

And Mom?

Mom what?

Nothing.

Now you should sleep, or you’ll be a mess tomorrow.

When she left for Australia... She was leaving me?

Shouldn't say those things Isabelle, That would be...

No.

You were 8 when you lived with her, so when she had to leave, we agreed...

that I should take you. And then she stayed over there.

That’s all.

In Adelaide, she said you separated at first beacause of another woman.

How did she mention it?

Just like that, that’s all.

It was your fault then?

Well, she wasn’t exactly...patient. - Come on!

O.K. good night, sleep well.

The other woman? Was that Madeleine already?

No.

So you’ve had a lot of women?

No.

Place your student I.D. in front of you.

It will be returned after the test in exchange for your copy of the exam.

You may not leave the exam room until a half hour after tests are given out.

You may use no documents, books, lecture notes, photocopies, or dictionaries.

- This was awful! - Whatever, I didn’t make it.

Don’t mention the time.

What time are you working?

I’ll be with the 8 o’clock brigade.

Enough! I’ve had three servings, I’ll explode!

Telephone call for you, by God!

Oh, I’ve been shouting for a while, but with your Negro music...

We’re celebrating my brother’s diploma.

Yeah yeah...yeah yeah.

Hello?

Oh hello sir.

Not here. We’re having Rémi's party. I called her, but nobody was home.

No, I didn’t see her this afternoon.

Want me to ask Marc?

Morillon is there? Put him on the line, please.

What does he want?

Hello Morillon? Come on over for dinner.

Sure right now. Why? It’s not dinnertime?

Sure, but, ummm...

Uhhh, it’s because I had this cocktail, uhhh...

I don’t understand what you’re saying. What cocktail?

No time to talk, I’m cooking. Big surprise. Get yourself over here!

Hello?

- Isabelle? - Yes.

Don’t come in until I tell you. Just a second.

Mademoiselle Douélan.

What's this?

I didn’t call. I couldn’t...

Oh, my, my.

I told Pierre: "She’ll return as always, cowed, wrong answers, a catastrophe.

It's Waterloo, not even sure she got her name right.

And in the end, like in high school, she’ll get all A’s."

Sure! Sure! Sit down, don’t move, tonight I’m on the clock.

Round two tomorrow, but tonight, no more exam talk.

Off-lim-its!

You know what I made for dinner?

You cooked?

I just completed an extraordinary effort.

And now there he is.

Nothing. A complete blank.

Damn.

It’s coming. Are you seated?

I couldn’t even tell him.

He has his own problems. They're saying he got fired.

What?

Why?

Maybe not fired, but they say he punched some policemen.

Here we are!

He had a good job. Setting the clocks in city churches, since he fixed clocks.

He was a real firebrand, but he was my dad.

With me he was... We really loved each other.

Isabelle never knew him.

Let’s go Morillon, we have to finish these.

I was kidding, I’m full.

C’mon, c’mon.

Just say you didn’t like them.

It was good, really.

So, another little spoonful? Pass me your plate. Isabelle?

No way, I’m quite sure.

I have to hurry things up, I need to pass by Pierre’s.

How’s it going?

Not when he edits, he only types with one finger.

Good night Isabelle. Good night, sir.

And thanks!

Tomorrow I can’t drive you, my class is at 8 o'clock.

Last course of the year.

I won’t go tomorrow.

Isn’t the test tomorrow?

Yes, but I wont go.

There’s no longer a point.

This morning I handed in a blank test, pretty much.

There you have it.

In any case, with the weighting, I could never catch up.

I’m on vacation.

What happened?

It was Structure and Histophysiology of Exocrine Glandular Epitheliums.

I was frozen in the headlights.

What would you have put?

Don’t speak like that, Isabelle.

You ran a red light, didn't you see?

Anyways, I’m sick of medicine. I despise it.

You spoke of a calling, risking your life healing fellow men.

That’s over, I’m not generous anymore! They can be sick without me!

So what do you want?

Freedom!

But that’s not a career.

You’re might be right, you know.

That was uncalled for.

It’s because things aren’t going well with me.

For the last hour, the way you’ve been talking to me, you’re like a stranger.

...always telling me what to do...

I’m sick and tired of all of this!

Get to your room! Get going! Hop!

You don't scare me. Send me to the exam wearing a veil, I still won’t write it!

Because you think you frighten me?

You speak poorly. You work poorly.

You dance poorly. Growing up poorly! But you don’t frighten me Isabelle.

But I’m in pain!

Sure, excuse me, I forgot... That's why you didn’t take it seriously?

To live otherwise?

Not otherwise! Other things!

With what?

With that clumsy boy who can’t even string a sentence together?

That’s a man to you?

I never said I wanted a man!

I don’t care about a man, I just wanted a boyfriend!

And I hope he doesn’t screw up, because you sure did with your diplomas!

Who told you about that?

Everyone knows. Everyone’s talking. So spare me, or I’ll...!

Morning. Is Christine home?

No.

She didn’t sleep here?

No.

Where are you coming from?

Nowhere. I’m leaving.

I came to ask Christine to lend me some money.

C’mon. Isabelle.

Yeah? Hang on there.

Mr. Douélan... Miss Saki, a, uhh...classmate.

So Morillon, you don't know where she went?

Who?

Isabelle. She didn’t sleep at home.

No!

Morillon... She’ll surely get in touch.

So as soon as you hear something, you telephone me!

I’m at school until 10, then back at home.

From now on, the responsibility is... all in your hands.

Well sure, you tell her she can’t live with me, but now I have to chase her?

In exchange, I promise not to...

Ahhhh, no, that’s...

My handbag! Don’t come up!

Why not? Get up there.

Is there room here?

Yes, I think so.

Thanks.

Tell Christine I'll write to her.

You’re not leaving for your parents' place right away?

No. Anyhow I got my army papers, I’m going in 8 days.

It’s moving! Go!

Rémi! Can you give this to Marc? I wrote it quickly, I had no time.

Think that's it?

Sure it is.

Rosewood Manor.

Just passing through or a planned excursion?

You’ve never heard of using a telephone?

No, things happened so fast. I'll explain later.

This is Rémi Abellier.

Robert!

What’s he saying?

He said you just arrived, and me that you wrote me from Australia.

You still don’t speak any better?

Yes, but it depends. When he speaks too quickly I lose track.

It’s lovely!

Don’t get excited, it’s not ours. Robert’s lawyer is letting us use it.

Only 3 rooms are open, the others...

So...turn it on there...he makes me feel like we can live a calm simple life.

Never any showing each other up...

and more importantly, never any showdowns.

Sure, I get you.

I'm saying, I feel good around him.

We may even get married.

I'd have to ask your father, because we said we wouldn’t divorce.

Call him back, he may be home by now.

No, I just tried 5 minutes ago.

O.K. well time for a nosy mom question: One bed or two?

What do you mean?

The young man, Rémi. What are the matchups?

He’s a friend’s brother, you’re silly, I met him on the boat.

Oh, O.K. two beds then. Keep it simple.

In any case, I can’t put him elsewhere.

You’ll have to excuse this, but we’re expecting Robert’s two sons.

Getting along better with them?

Now, yes, especially since next year Frankie is off to college in Sydney.

Open the window, it's stifling.

And Jean? How are things with his interpreter lady?

Fine, I guess.

What do you want me to say Morillon? Go on.

I’m no Hercule Poirot! I went all over! I’ve been 83 km through Paris on a bike!

You can look at my odometer. Hello?

Are you sleeping?

Yes.

Your mom’s nice. How old is she?

29 and a half.

So...

...then you just turned 11?

Yes.

Your dad doesn’t want to see her again?

What are you doing?

Just caresses, I don’t dare kiss you directly. A subtle approach.

No, go to sleep. I’m telling you...

it's better this way.

I can’t sleep there, it's just too small.

So then we’ll switch.

You won’t tell me that you love me, will you?

I didn’t come all this way to tell you I don’t.

- Has it been a long time? - Yes.

No. well I haven’t counted.

In England?

What’s she doing in England?

I’d sure like to know! She’s not exactly bending over explaining things.

Hold on, I’ll read. Her penmanship is lamentable.

I’ll explain later...It’s raining... Like that's important...

I’m sad...you can write eventually... Rosewood Manor, Chilham, Kent.

That’s it? Nothing else?

Nothing more, well, the usual... She adores me, I’m wonderful...

I don’t love you anymore. It’s surely all my fault.

You know how love is... Can’t let it get to you.

Rémi called, he’s in England with her at her mother’s.

Her who?

Isabelle.

What? Hi there. But her mother’s in Australia.

Don't think so.

What’s Rémi doing with her?

That’s despicable!

Excuse us, see you later.

Don’t wear yourself out, power is down all over the neighborhood.

Is my daughter here?

Yes, mine is here also.

You could have warned me.

Same here. They both just showed up yesterday.

They? Who’s "they"?

With her...ummm... I don’t know what you call him.

I don’t call him anything! I want to know who she’s with!

Listen, don't be like this. I’m way out of practice.

- Hélène... - Here, grab this.

- Hélène, will you listen? - Things good?

Sure, great, but I really get the feeling you...

Right away when I got the address, I tried to call.

Don’t you have a phone in there?

Yes, but it’s unlisted.

What does Robert do?

Robert.

There he is, I thought he was at tennis.

Mr. Dickinson, Monsieur Douélan.

Good day.

Why didn't you...talk to me... Or write me?

You could have at least phoned.

I wanted to last night, but there was nobody home.

- I can't, I... - Yes.

Let's eat then!

You know the Food and Agriculture Organization? The FAO?

He's a part of that.

UNESCO asked him to study the soil resources.

In Australia. In the desert.

He doesn't speak French at all?

No, not yet.

Thank you, thank you.

Bordeaux.

Yes, I can see that. It's written on the bottle.

That's very kind of you. Very kind, thank you.

And Rémi!

Sure, since there's now a Rémi.

Why do you say that? I met him on the boat.

Yes I know. You told me this twice already.

Are you hurt?

My apologies, I might have...

I'm so sorry.

Sorry what? It happens. Isabelle fetch another glass.

From his father's cellar.

How old is his father?

He's dead.

Oh.

What?

He can tell you don't know wines, but he forgives you.

He's a pretty funny guy.

I'll make your bed in the library?

You can share your bathroom?

Not at all, I found a small hotel up the hill.

I'll pick you up at 7, the plane's at 8.

Jean?

There's no point in...

Isabelle asked me to come live in Australia.

But why? When?

Uhhm. Now.

For what?

I can't keep this up.

Not only work, but all of it.

You know I love you, but I'm confused and don't have words to explain.

I might come back if I can't work over there, if...

Airplanes come and go all the time.

So. If I hadn't come... How would I have found out?

I wrote you a letter this morning.

You have, so to speak, thought this through?

I would prefer to think later.

In that case, good evening.

Sir!

Where are you coming from?

Jean!

She always said I'd take her back some day.

So take her! Why are you running?

It's not me, it's she, I can't say "No" can I?

She's mine too dammit!

Come back inside.

Are you crazy?

What a jerk!

Stop it, this is stupid!

Leave him alone!

Like another cup?

We can't drive around like this all night.

Don't you want to turn back?

No. Keep going.

Tired of this aren't you?

Of course.

I know you get chilly... But a slicker as bedwear?

That's how it is.

Take it off.

Try it!

For what reasons? By whose authority?

When I re-read what was in your letter,

I said "I can't send this!" and just threw it out.

That doesn't change a thing. You know that, don't you?

I'll simply have another in the mail tomorrow morning.

Which I'll then throw out as well.

And since I have final say... I'm headmaster, you know.

Go, it's green.

In addition, they dropped the idea of a quarantine.

They don't want you a martyr, as Charvin said. You play right to him.

I don't want to see them anymore, Pierre. I just can't.

What about your students?

Isn't it neat they know Burma produces tungsten, when an hour ago they didn't?

Don't start with me Pierre, I'm in no mood today.

Fine.

So, where are we eating?

I reserved at Enwe's.

Nice. Hurry up then!

They'll refund you, or you'll sell back to someone else?

I'll find a buyer.

- Speculating, are you? - Right.

I can't say I really understand this game.

Evenings, he explains plays. I pretend to listen, but,

I wouldn't fight to know the score.

So Isabelle, I'll drop you off at the airport?

Yes, we should be going.

Goodbye ma'am. And thank you for everything.

My pleasure, au revoir.

You'll make it to Paris tonight with your motorcycle?

Yes. I'll drop Isabelle off at the plane and...

If you're not there tonight, I'm calling police!

You won't start mistrusting me?

It's not you I don't trust.

I'll try my best.

For some socks, a passport, it won't take 6 months.

A few other things I need...

Do they have modern hospitals in Adelaide?

Think that's just at home? Over there it's just grass huts and Tiki dancers.

Emergency

Room 14, over there.

Thanks.

She left. She's alright.

I'm fine too, just in observation until tomorrow.

They told me downstairs.

And? The bandage?

Stitches from when I hit the headlight.

The dooooor!

They told me she'd been knocked out, then we got disconnected.

When it happened, she was...

We were worried for a while, since...

I don't know if you saw the motorcycle, but...

Are you O.K.?

So she came out of X-rays, and wanted to call but you'd left already.

When we said au revoir, had you both already decided to take the bike?

Yes.

Thanks for being honest.

What did her father say?

I don't know, apparently he fought off some attendants, and he took her away.

My leg!

Oh, sorry!

No, but, you've only been with your mother for less than a week,

and I'm already picking you up at the lost and found.

What's this guy's problem?

You need to understand, my life these days...

is not about Mom, or even you.

Only with you, I always have to walk on eggshells just to live.

I'm not sure what you're saying.

Even the littlest things with you,

I say I'm leaving for Australia, you storm out and go back to France.

We're here as always, but it can't go on like this.

We're happy, so don't let it be like this.

I'm a grown up now.

Oh. I never noticed.

And your teaching situation?

Hold on, not all at once.

I'll explain it when we're home.

I'm not going home, I'm sleeping at Rémi's.

Rémi? But he's at the clinic.

He's back home tomorrow.

I won't be alone to wait, his sister Christine will be there.

Au revoir.

I'll pick up some things tomorrow.

Do you know where my slicker is?

Which one?

The yellow one. It's the only one I have.

I'll look around.

Sorry I'm late. Hello.

They're so complicated in those places.

She left me all those forms to fill out.

Why didn't she fill them out herself?

I sent her to my guy at the passport office.

I already ordered, I have work to do at 2:15.

You got the Bouzy?

Nice of you to remember it.

Let's not go down memory lane, I'll never make it all the way.

What's that?

My hotel key. I must have dropped it.

Your health.

When do you take the plane?

Tomorrow morning.

No, I mean the one for Australia.

Not sure. We'll see over there. 15th...16th...

Staying with this wine?

Yes.

I wanted to see you because...

Could we get that divorce? To finish it?

To finish what?

Well, it's Robert that insists. He's so...

Alright, if Robert is insisting.

It's good that we can talk.

Without me throwing that plate at you?

Yes.

On the other hand, People do...

Stop it Hélène. Just stop.

I don't understand.

Sure you do.

We can have the same luncheon, just without the music.

Are you still angry at me about Isabelle?

Not any more.

She and I are more on the same wavelength now.

Not eating?

Sure, sure.

Good, isn't it?

You know I still have the photo of her you took at Colombes.

Really? I can't take her photo now, she moves around too much.

Life isn't easy for me now either. I'm living alone.

Since when?

It's been...

You know Isabelle, she'll leave again. So it's right, it's time.

For what?

For you to have her for 5 minutes.

Are you saying that to hurt me?

Meaning 5 minutes out of 10 years? That's it?

Well, no.

It's much the same.

There's Dimitri who lives nearby, so I'll at least have company.

Don't send any postcards. I can't stand Australia.

Let's not discuss that again.

We could have been happy, with some luck.

Where? In the barracks?

No, I'd could get a room in the city.

You could play Snow White for your father.

Don't start on my father again!

Leave me alone! Why say that?

Because I love you... You dummy!

I don't want that kind of love!

Haha!

We're first! We're early?

Here, for you!

Isabelle Douélan and Rémi Abeiller.

Enough with the introductions.

Why? Introduce her.

That's the thing, I forgot her name.

Things O.K.?

Yes.

When I knocked... You were fighting a little?

Not fighting... We were saying goodbye.

Mr. Douélan isn't here?

No, ma'am.

I'm Isabelle's mother.

Is he coming back for dinner?

Should be...not sure when. He tells me very little.

Well, come in.

Sorry to leave you to wait, I was just going.

No. Don't wait up for me, things are crazy over here.

It got delayed when the... What?

Now they're waiting at the printers' downstairs.

Try to come by, even if it's late, we'll keep some food warm.

There's even a surprise for you.

No, no, you'll have to see for yourself.

When you act all tough it makes me laugh.

I was sure he would show up.

You alright?

I understand them, I don't like airport goodbyes.

For Rémi, I'm the one who asked him not to come.

When does he leave?

Tonight.

Destination, please?

Isabelle!

Hélène! Hélène!

What's are you both up to?

She just took off!

I know. I just saw her. Where is she going?

I don't know!

I just don't know!

She took off for... for Rémi obviously.

Guess it was about time, We were getting ridiculous.

So where do you want to go?

I don't know. A train tonight,

or the plane. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.

Take me somewhere for a drink.

We'll phone if we can find them.

Over this way.

My keys. You'll want to have them back.

Keep them if you want.

I'm just kidding. I'll hang on to them.

15 days, and she'll come scurrying back.

A few times around Provence on her scooter, by then...

What time's your plane?

Not sure. Time to be going.

Bon voyage.

Goodbye Mr. Douélan.

Au revoir Morillon.

He's taking things rather well.

That's beautiful, no?

England on the line.

Hello Robert?