All language subtitles for Corps à coeur (Paul Vecchiali, 1979) ENG

DRUGSTORE ROMANCE

- I must know all about that woman.
- Which one?

- Have you finished?
- The car or the woman?

Pretentious...

Come see.

Deal with this and give mine
a little work.

I could use an hour off.
Do you follow?

You're always demanding services.

Come on, do that for me.

"I play with the ball,
against the wall,

"without budging,
without laughing,

"one foot,
then the other."

- Do you know her?
- No.

- Come on... - But I've told you
all I know.

- Any news of Marcelle?
- And you, any news of your sister?

She's not my sister, she's my
half-sister. Dirty idiot.

What do you have against him
again?

And you, where are you going with
your accessories?

- I'm gonna move the car for
Pierrot. - Do you have the keys?

- Yeah.
- Nice, I'll be able to look through it!

I will know who she is, this chick.

And to think that I came here for a
briefly glimpsed profile in the church.

What?

This is good, your place.

You like the blue, eh.

It wasn't like that at all when
I bought it.

I didn't have the time to do the work.

That strongly reminds me of my
childhood in Algeria.

- Toulon?
- Yes.

- What is this?
- My mother.

- And the dog?
- The dog?

My one true memory of love.

- Nothing else.
- At the moment, no.

- Then, did you find a trace of her?
- That was not easy.

I don't know her name,
I don't know where she lives.

But I know where she works.

You're lucky that it's all nearby:

Italy Ave., alongside the street of
La Vistune and the Peugeot thing.

- You won't guess?
- I don't like riddles.

Ah, all my plans are ruined.

Am I helping you?

- Do you love me?
- I'm helping you...

Remove the soap from your ears.

Then...

social assistant, veterinarian,

nurse, pharmacist, hostess,

saleswoman, butcher...

The briefcase and the robe, did
you buy them with the house?

- No. Why?
- They're blue.

Gifts.

The dryer.

A brush and a comb. Not to
mention what's under your hand.

You must answer me,
it's the least you could do.

- Leave me alone.
- But it's not a question.

- Pierre. - But call me Pierrot,
since that excited you.

She's a pharmacist.

I think you'll like her.

It's very big, with paned windows.

There are two enormous green
plants on the facade...

but in the interior it's modern,
faultlessly tasteful.

She should be manager.

Don't trust the names on the door,

I'm sure that's nothing to see.

She doesn't have a simple look,

despite her big eyes:

blue,

distracted.

What are you singing, an aristo?

Sang to be precise, and it could
have been Fauré's requiem,

which some no longer hear.

Last year it was Beethoven.
The year before, Erik Satie,

the gymnopédies.

Usually, the music resembles
the girl.

- This year, not at all.
- Hey, no one rang you, Plato.

- Pierrot takes everything from
his dad. - Oh, not everything.

- What do you mean?
- I mean: not everything.

All that he did, he did well.

When I think it's been a month
since I asked you to fix my handle..

- And I asked you to marry me.
- I prefer my own breath.

Then say her breaths are in
that head of hers.

- I heard you Sonia.
- Oh don't talk shit about Lina.

- Oh let it go... listen here, I made
a song. - Again?

"The winter is cold at my feet;

"And alas, the spring is made for
dreaming;

- "In the summer we show our
bodies" - And the fall?

The fall, I don't know yet.

- The fall, we await death.
- Oh no, shit!

- Oh shit then!
- What?

The Toussaint.

Oh I promise you nothing for
Friday.

- Phone if you want, before. - Yes,
but you do it when it's still an effort.

- Leave in the name of God.
- Ah, you, I didn't call you.

- I get nothing but the worst shit.
- Pupuce!

- Yes?
- Have you seen Pierrot?

- He didn't come back. - Well as
soon as he does, send him to me.

Okay.

I send him,

you send him,

she sends him.

- There's a little disorder.
- I have my doubts.

- Broken down again? It's your
second engine. - Ah, surely not,

we're not polluting here.

Pierrot, give me a cigarette.

What do you do with your mom?
Do you go there sometimes? - Yes.

- She needs to see you, you must.
- She's not so screwed up.

It's no secret she hasn't changed.

- What do you want for dinner?

- As you wish, I don't care. I won't
be there. - It's about time.

Be quiet. Do you hear his voice?

He speaks, he doesn't purr.

"I play with the ball,
against the wall..."

- You know where to find me.
Good luck. - Thanks.

- She's ready, right? - Yeah.
Louis is waiting for you there.

- I'm going there.
- Not now.

There goes his little lady.

Marcelle? That surprises me.

I didn't say his lady.
I said his little lady.

- She's a whore from Villejuif.
- And how do you know?

She comes in the day for him,
I'm no fool.

- Good, I don't have time to wait.
- But you really don't.

He's not like you, he's fast.

- More like a little pipe. 50 balls
earned. - Have you no shame?

You understand nothing, you see
nothing. But I don't care.

I'll have you one day.

I'm not in a hurry.

You're well aware I know everything:
how you pack, how you balance...

- I don't shut my eyes for you, you
know. - You're a snotty little girl.

Save that for your bourgeoise.
Was she happy at least?

Did you kiss her?

Technique, technique, eh.
It's not a great love yet.

Well, you see it's already over.

- I need to ask a service of you.
- Pierrot.

I'm coming. Confidential.

A letter to take?

I have to go, can I?

You don't care what I say, no?

Just because you're my associate
doesn't mean you get to play around.

Focus on the Jag carburator there
instead.

Then you can do whatever.
Try to finish before it rains.

- Ah, Denise, what a time!
- Ah, it's very gray.

- Have you thought about verifying
the order? - Yes, yes.

We needed shampoo.

It's not serious, there will be
enough.

Denis, I'm going to the lab,
don't disturb me.

Monsieur.

I try to remind myself.
It's... for rheumatism.

- There you are, in the baby aisle.
- Ah, sorry.

-You have nothing for rheumatism?
- How long have you had it?

- In the shoulder.
- How long?

Oh, sorry. Um... a week.

Did you see a doctor?

I saw one but I forgot the name of
the medicine. It's...

an antibiotic, not a current thing.

Oh, surely not an antibiotic.
Cortizone?

- That's it.
- Yes, but you need a prescription.

Um... yes, you need a
prescription.

Me, I can't.

- You're not on drugs at least.
- Drugs? Oh no no no no.

But I'm very ill, you know.

I understand, you're afraid of the
responsibilities.

- The boss isn't here? - It would be
the same, prescription required.

Oh listen, no, I can't stay like that.

- Ask her at least.
- I can't just bother her like that.

- Please, Madame.
- Madame!

She doesn't hear, I'll go see.

What's with this story?
It's strange, no?

That seems very strange.

- Is he crazy?
- I don't know...

My regrets, but I can't without
a prescription.

Denise, you can always give
aspirin or algifon.

My Pierrot.

- How is Louis?
- Alright.

- Do you always get along well?
- It's okay.

You know my Pierrot, if I refuse to
stay with you it's because of Louis.

When I was younger he wouldn't
stop chasing after me.

And God as my witness,
I never encouraged him.

- Do you believe me?
- I don't care.

But aren't you ashamed telling me,
who sacrificed everything, like that.

I don't care.

But what do you care about? I regret
nothing, I loved you so much.

You were beautiful, my dear. What
would I have done with the others?

No no, don't budge. I'll be quiet,
I'll be quiet.

You don't like what I'm telling you.

You've heard my stories so often.
Hey, you little crook.

I'm a motormouth.

A crazy old motormouth.

Why do I love you so?

My God.

You have a heart of ice. No no.
I'll be quiet, I'll be quiet.

You'll see that I prepared you a
good dinner.

I need to talk to you.

You knew Monsieur Viaton, the
grocer of the Moraton in Toulon.

Answer me. You've spoken in any
case, I'm sure.

Well, answer me!

I spend my time asking you
questions you never answer.

But you'll listen to me. All that
they've told you is false.

Everything is false.
Everything is false.

Hold on, look. Look.

You don't know that you're a man
who loves a crazy woman.

A crazy woman. That's the only fact
you need to know.

He's had to lose sleep,
stop eating.

He has to wander entire days,
entire nights.

And I didn't even speak. I trashed
his letters without reading them.

But what can people understand?

Can they believe that someone
would refuse love like that?

- What are you saying? - Hold on,
here's your father. There we are.

Giacomo, my Giacomo.

This is your real father. But see
how you resemble him.

To hell with the other I didn't like.
I didn't love him, I didn't love him!

I don't want you to believe that,
I don't.

I don't!

Don't worry mom,
I don't care about all that.

I wasn't able to finish the white 4L.

Well... no.

Listen, yes, you can get by with the
customers.

Yes, tomorrow.

- Hey, my Colomb, what are you
making me do? - Then, you saw her?

I didn't give too fine an impression
with my gumballs in hand.

Did you ask for gumballs?

Well yeah, I devoured them on the
way back.

Even so, you didn't want me to ask
her for condoms.

- Do you do it deliberately or what?
- It annoys you or I'll make myself.

Your hypocrisy is annoying.

I stood there like an idiot with my
gumballs.

There was a nice lady who was
watching the store.

Then I waited. She was like:
"Do you want something else?"

"Well I don't know yet, I'm
hesitating," I tell her.

She looked at me a little crookedly.

You know, like she had the idea I
wanted to steal something.

Finally, the other weirdo blocked
herself with baby food and pills,

and in the commotion I stuffed your
letter under my nose.

She asks me: "What's that?"

It's not a chain, I assure you,
I tell her.

Well, she shrugs her shoulders.
She's a little snob, no?

Then she began reading and made
a face like she was drunk...

and she crumples up the letter
and throws it in the basket.

- No?
- You expected her to frame it?

You should believe my account of
the story.

Oh, don't take it too seriously.

And then? You asked her for
a response?

Evidently. Well, there wasn't one.

But she asked me questions
about you.

Questions about me?

How you were, where you lived...

- And then what did you say?
- Well, the truth, evidently.

I said you were funny,
handsome, intelligent...

and that all the chicks would run
after you.

But I'm not sure she believed that.

- Come on Emma, we're lagging.
- Then hurry along yourself.

- You're always so stupid.
- Worry about your engines.

- Stop the bullshit, what'd you say?
- Well, this is all I said:

"If you want to know how he is,
it's best to meet him."

- And then?
- Well, she didn't say anything.

Customers had entered.

Hey, don't take yourself too
seriously because of this story.

If I need counsel, I'll
give you a ring.

You don't have to, you know I'll
always be around to annoy you.

- What time does the pharmacy
close? - I dunno, around 8:00.

- Excuse me. - One should say,
"Please excuse me."

- Sorry, I can't help myself
sometimes. - Sorry?

My regrets, it's late, I can't help
you anymore.

- It's me who sent you the letter.
- Ah...

It's a charming idea. An idea I
wouldn't have had, but charming.

No doubt you're also the rheumatic
from the other day.

- You have a great big strategy, eh.
- You don't want to dine with me?

A candlelight dinner...

I'm already taken.

We could have a drink, it wouldn't
have to mean anything.

Then if it wouldn't mean anything,
another time will do.

But I'll warn you: you're wasting
your time.

Not if you're close to me.

"It's a charming idea. An idea I
wouldn't have had, but charming."

"A great big strategy."
"A great big strategy."

"I'm already taken."

"You're wasting your time."

"Then if it wouldn't mean anything,
another time will do."

- He's completely lost.
- Aren't you lost yourself?

Ah no, I'm not lost: I don't waste time
scratching at the moon.

- You're above that.
- On the contrary:

I have my two feet on the ground.

You guys, you get screwed up when
you have someone under the skin.

Me, I'm no romantic, it's not a
serenade I'm dreaming of.

- Can anyone know?
- I don't dream is my point.

I wait to make love with him.

I don't lose my head imagining,
I wait.

And when I've made love to him,
all will be well.

I don't wonder why, I know it.

Because he has a big dick?

You won't take the matter so lightly
when he sunbathes on the balcony.

Look at him, he's so sad.

So sad...

It'll be perfect.

This will turn out well,
I'm telling you.

I'll make him sad and he'll make me
happy.

Hey, Pupuce, regarding the dick
question, I have some good advice.

Oh, really?

You rub it four times a day for ten
minutes with ointment,

firmly, from the top down. In a month
you'll grow a good centimeter.

By the end of the year that does
a lot!

Stop acting so smug.

Won't you compete with me?

I'm not smug, I'm happy.
That's stupid.

You're happy because I
changed my mind?

Yes.

Tell me why.

Because I love changing my mind.

This time I had good reasons to do it.

Listen, there wasn't any reason I
shouldn't dine with you, was there?

And the other day, when you talked
about music,

I don't know...

Only for the music?

Yes. No.

This way you have of talking about
it, this contrast.

I know not to speak. I prefer...

I have doubts.

But exactly this...

I always preferred Debussy to Fauré,

with a kind of certainty,

you know,

- unwavering. - You don't find that
functional side with Fauré...

- This is a feast! - With Debussy, the
form develops itself organically,

I mean to say, there is no previous
form.

If he composes while he goes...
it's an adventure.

But all the while, looking for the...
the...?

- The never heard.
- The never heard.

- He's the first to have freed himself
from forms. - You're happy, it's good.

You're mocking me again.

I should be sure of what I think.

Fauré is direct, he works
from intuition.

And this is what you think of Fauré?

He respects the themes, he's closer
to things, he goes deeper.

Maybe after all...

you will laugh:

I believed in the language of classes.

What's your name?

- How important is it? - If so, tell me,
I'd like to know.

Pardon?

Oh, Jeanne, Michelle, whatever...
That depends on the day.

I'm Pierre.

But you'd already said it, when we
last parted.

And you were also named Pierrot
sometimes.

And fine, you're Pierre, and me...

me I have no name.
I'm never named.

Don't pout, please.

Tell me, rather, dear Pierrot,
where you studied music.

I never studied. I buy records like
so, at random.

But I listen to them often...

I go to concerts,
when I have the time.

- Guess what I do.
- A drawing? My vision is bad.

- No, in life.
- You're a mechanic.

- Don't tell me you don't reek of
gasoline. - Ah well...

Don't be sad. It's important
I know that.

- Do you work in a garage?
- No.

Very well. Here, there you are
with that tone again.

- Do you live alone?
- Ah yes.

- And it never bothers you/
- Ah, no.

I know why.

You think you're superior to work in a
garage and know music so well.

If I dare say.

Fauré in a garage...

Tell me about yourself.

- What are your titles?
- My titles? Of glory?

I was judo champion in the Valley
of Marne,

table tennis finalist and champion of
the French military at basketball.

- Is all that true?
- Yes, why would I feed you lies?

And... and then?

- I please women. - I take it back.
I take it back completely.

With my ideas all made up,
presumptuous.

And you'll wake me up.

I'm very happy to have met you.

Do you know what you'll do?

You'll come back to dine at my place.

Friday night.

It's the sixth one
on the opposite side.

And there's no name on the door.

Eh, no.

Hey Lina...

-always on the cutting edge? -I must,
but I'm worried about my garbage.

No one will deal with it in my place.

Is everything alright? Smell.

A savage odor. Does it please you?

- She reproaches me for reeking of
gas. - It's all a big game, eh.

- Where are you going like that?
- I'm sending myself to the heavens.

Pay attention when you fall back
down.

You should have figured by now
that I don't intend to fall again.

Think about cleaning your willy
when you come back.

There's nothing like women of the
world to give you gonorrhea.

- Do you know what my father said?
- No.

Piss before honoring your woman
and after having your mistress.

He's very stupid, your father.

Yes, evidently you don't fuck with
this kind of counsel.

- He has something to say.
- Little idiot.

Are you looking at the locks?

- It's a disease.
- Yes, but the good kind.

So says the little guy.

Four fucks is a minimum at your age.

It's necessary to disappoint the
ladies.

I need counsel, you should come
to my rescue.

Whenever you want!

The first time you come over,
you don't bring anything,

that's a rule. I guess we'll pretend
you've already been here.

I very much like to offer gifts.

I don't have time to spend the money
I earn.

- Do you work late?
- Late and early.

I work when everyone else is
out like a light.

- You chose this trade.
- It's true, but that will change.

Or good time and no money or good
money and no time but...

I know that will change someday.

Good, I need to take care of
my oven.

I didn't lose my head: a little pizza,

with turkey and ham, cheese salad...

and a pie. Since you brought it.

Put on a record while we wait.

Are you finding anything?

Be kind, pour me a little whiskey.

I have nothing else, I'm warning you.

Decidedly, is this a passion?

- Come sit by me.
- Why? I'm fine here.

Come here.

Come here.

Please...

Let go of my hand.

I need it.

I hope you like white wine.

I didn't have the courage to go back
down. This is a country wine.

Their only flaw is the corks: they're
hard.

- You'll load them up.
- Did you have a little?

Of what?

- Sit close to me.
- No.

- We're better face to face.
- All positions are good.

- Don't suddenly be vulgar.
- I love you.

Ah, well then.

What is with this story?

Oh and stop this record,

this is music to show off your big
head.

- Don't ruin this evening.
- I love you, I can't do anything.

Yes you can: you can be quiet, or
talk about something else.

You'll become boring.

Be nice, I don't want to play games
here.

This isn't a game.
You don't believe me?

I don't care!

That's not the problem I care about
either way. I don't care, understand?

Why did you invite me then?
It's dishonest.

This is a pinnacle of some kind.

Here you have your masculine logic.
Me, dishonest.

I wanted this.

I invited you to dine, not to sleep
together. There.

Listen, I find you amusing, curious.

One can want to know someone
without other intentions.

Let's go, finish your glass so we can
sit at the table.

I can't.

You're not hungry, I am!

I can't be close to you without
touching. I need physical contact.

To take me in your arms, put your
tongue in my mouth and blow?

I never stop thinking about you.
I can't anymore.

Let's go, come on...

no romanticism.

Thinking about me while listening
to Fauré is perfectly fine.

Is that enough?

- What do you want? To kiss me?
- And why not?

I don't want to.

- You're making yourself ridiculous.
- I don't care. I don't care!

For you, maybe, it's ridiculous.
Not for me.

Get away from me.
Get away from me!

You don't have the right to
refuse somebody!

What good can that do?

Love is supposed to be fun. Look at
the state you put yourself in.

The eyes stretched, the closed fist,
trembling voice, tears everywhere.

If this is how you invite me,
thank you very much.

As for the kidney failure of which
you must be proud...

you can go deal with it wherever you
want. Not here.

Me, I have fun in life. I take what
pleases me when it pleases me.

What did you expect of me?

For me to participate in these
theatrics, these tantrums,

in this contact between your tongue
and my flesh,

this saliva that you'd drip on my
body, in my mouth.

You wanted to penetrate me?

Without knowing if I wanted you.

With this hair that hurts.

And what's more, nine out of ten
men don't know how to do it.

It's never occurred to you to imagine
yourself without this situation?

Try.

Try...

If it's actually uncontrollable, please
fuck off.

I'm leaving. I don't understand why
you persist like that,

- it's monstrous.
- You're just like my ex-,

- if you're afraid...
- I'm not afraid of falling for you.

Don't start that again.

- Why? Will you never sleep with
me? - But I can't possibly know!

Someday maybe, but I don't want to
at the moment.

And goodbye, what do you want me
to tell you again?

Let me kiss you once.

Come back to see me once you've
calmed down.

At the pharmacy, not here.

In any case not impromptu, I forbid
you.

- Yes?
- Is Melinda there?

- Yes. She's recording. You want to
see her? - Yes.

- The door opposite... red... the
booth. - Thank you.

What's there?

This is good, it's very good.
You're formidable.

But then there's a moment where...

you need to give it a little more.
You need to try anyway.

- You got a moment? "I give you,
you me..." - I like what you give me.

I like what you give me. Then you're
really gonna need to melt.

I like what you give me.
Give here, give there...

And Mélinda, the end. There's where
you need to sing a little stronger,

a little bit stronger, just so that you
can end clearly.

- Do that.
- Like that there? Even that?

- Yeah yeah yeah. - If you want
we can break for 5 minutes.

- Yes. - Yes I'd like that, I'm
a little tired, that suits me.

Then let's break for 5 minutes,
very well.

It's a beautiful song, eh.

And it's strange she was inspired by
some random words heard at your place.

Then, did you see her?

It didn't go well.

Women are capricious, eh.

I don't feel like playing the temptress
too much.

It's not my job, you know.

This kind of thing one knows how
to begin and then...

In any case... I'm trapped.

I should start back up.

- I'm going to get some vegetables.
- Don't be gone an hour, eh.

- Is Louis in the corner?
- No, he's not in the corner.

He left to do repairs.

Repairs...

Pierrot, I can't come tomorrow. I'm
accompanying a friend to the doctor.

- It's rather serious.
- Oh really? It's nothing.

Go my Pierrot, one doesn't die
of love.

- It's evil pride that makes you suffer.
- You'll tell me what you want, Plato.

But this parade of good women with
Pierrot,

this always worried me.
Look at the result.

- Then you're for the "Animal Triste,
Post Coitum." - Satisfied?

When a man gives a kiss,
he must be sneaky.

It's because you giggle the whole
time.

Thumbtack.

He's not there on Sundays: he must
speak Latin.

I've shed his beak. Don't you find
he resembles a heron?

- She gets on my nerves. - Her issue
with Lina is that she works too much.

And she's done because of that.

She pretends to worry about
Pierrot.

We're worried about you: your books
nobody is buying.

- Fucking shit. - Why? Are you so
desperate for cash?

Your books are too intellectual.
Hold on, listen to this...

Is this another song?

- Listen.
- I'm listening.

"It helps to know that Socrates advised
learning the lyre, because you'll die."

You have to learn to play the lyre
before you die.

Then will Lina make a decision?

I would take several artichokes, but
that would cost quite a bit.

Pierrot, go find me the vegetables
that I'll need.

Are you not going with Pierrot?

He's dying of love for me and
I don't want to yield.

Oh, I think you'll do it for me
some other time.

You bag of bones, you won't be
breaking hearts tomorrow.

This always happens, in 4 or 5 years
I'll be the hottest girl on the market.

I'll even dress like it,
with lowered eyes.

Everyone will say: "how little Emma
has changed."

And everyone will envy my sudden
change.

- What do you need, Mimi?
- A little salad.

You, it'd astonish me to see you
walk with lowered eyes.

When I was little my father beat me.

Then he violated me. Since then I've
been traumatized.

- This is why I'm cynical and I swear.
- It's not true.

Bullshit, "it's not true." Even so,
I'm not on welfare.

- And the radishes? - No more
demands from you! Here are some.

But hey, come see.

Pupuce, worry about Mimi.

- Hey, I wanted to drink a bit.
- Don't stay, you're hurting yourself.

- You're saying she's made waste of
me. - But that takes 3 weeks.

Good women, always changing their
opinions. Pull yourself together.

- But it's Sunday.
- So what? Maybe she's on watch.

You have nothing to lose trying.

- In any case I want to see you here
more. - Emma, someone's here for you.

I'm coming.

Leave him alone, you can't do anything.

One day or another, maybe.

You won't do what Anna did?

Anna, Anna. Leave Anna alone,
she's fine where she is.

But exactly, she left.

That's what happens, when
someone has too many intentions.

Come on!

- This is nice.
- Hello.

How did you know I was working?

I didn't know, I came randomly.

That's even nicer.

What a precocious spring, eh.

You don't need glasses?

And how's your rheumatism going?

- I won't bother you long.
- Oh, I was bored.

I have some work to do...

I just wanted to see you.

- Who were you today? Jeanne
or Michèle? - What do you think?

- Jeanne.
- Why?

She's a better listener, she
understands people better.

Are you going to the concert
Wednesday?

I don't know.

- Your hair's already longer.
- Of course, it grows.

Is there no solution?

Respect me. I swear I'll try to forget
you. I'm not there yet.

I won't put up with blackmail.

I don't oblige you to come see me.

Give me your phone number, at your
place.

I'll call you Wednesday evening.

We'll go get a drumstick of ham
somewhere.

- Hey Pierrot!
- Yeah?

Hey I have a little problem,
you want to take care of it?

I don't have time, I'm already late.

Oh he's a good customer,
I can't give him no for an answer.

He got in a collision
while leaving for vacation.

And I think he's in a hurry.

In a hurry, in a hurry... my customer
is too. They all are.

Oh my Pierrot, he'll make an effort. For
the other one, I'll take it on myself.

Yeah yeah, I'm here. Come on.

Hold on, what are you doing here?

He's busy at the moment.

But you know next time I see you
here, I'll make you stick to work, eh.

- And it's not what's necessary.
- Exploiter!

Yeah...

Pupuce!

Yeah.

- Worry about this one, the one who
seems worried. - I don't have time.

You piece of shit.

I haven't been a piece of shit,
everyone should do his own job.

If he asks you to do it it's not
for you to pass judgment.

Then if you don't have the time,
leave it alone.

- It's not nice of you to say that. - I
get a kick out of being a motormouth.

- I've been sick of what you've been
doing for a while now. - What is that?

The young patron. From the looks
of it her ass is stuffed.

Someone needed to tell you.

Don't you see you're a shitty worker
since your druggist drove you nuts?

- Little moron!
- Is that not so?

Come here, I'll break your teeth!

Stop your damned stupidity!

Do you hear this madness?

Stop, Pierrot! Stop!

Get out in front.

Get going. Go.

Is it this bitch who puts him in this
state?

I don't know but it's quite possible.

Are you coming to my place tonight?

Is it happening or not? Two slaps,
yeah.

No more of that, Pierrot.

No more of that.

Outside of work you do what you
want, I don't see that.

But I've had complaints from
customers.

And if someone is pissed,
it's your fault.

- And here, now you get in a brawl
with Pupuce. - That's all?

Oh, I don't know if you're that
much of an idiot.

You know that everyone has
problems in life.

But you don't conduct yourself
like a man.

Then there's your pride, which
doesn't impress me.

But tell me, good god, tell me.
What are you waiting for?

In any case I've had some laughs
at your garage, laughs at your cars.

Laughs at this little idiot and his
fuckhead mouth.

DON'T FORGET THE LAUNDRY
MARCELLE

- What are you doing?
- Did I wake you?

I've come to see Louis,
I thought I'd do a little housework.

- Leave the place to me.
- You won't stoop to that.

You don't want to?
It would do you good.

I can't. I can't bear to
have someone touch me.

If it's that...

When you need somebody, looking
for them won't help you forget.

Me, that came to me in May '68,
when I worked in a brothel.

In my trade it was not a practice.

That amuses you. Believe me,
I've struggled a little.

- And now it's in the past.
- Evidently,

now I have a beautiful life.

I got married and didn't have
any children following the wedding:

my husband was desperate for me
to make a little money.

There are so many single men
in the suburbs...

At the same time I did housework for
them. It's nicer that way.

Love, you know, does not exist.

It's in the mind that it occurs,
and that's not normal.

One can in fact go too far.

He doesn't see me, you know,
but Louis is sad too.

He had great sorrow, this man.

His wife left him after less than
a year.

Ah yes... no it's not that.

I knew Marcelle.

I'm just telling you to watch out not
to get too egotistical.

That doesn't bother you, eh.

I know it's not funny to be caught
like that.

It must be funny anyway,
so it's a stupid thing to say.

Go on, acknowledge that it was
Louis who sent you.

I'm not looking to hide it.
I'll say nothing for him though.

This isn't for the money he gave
me, but for my pride.

Alright.

Where does the pride of a woman
manifest itself?

Tell Louis that I'll stay for a while
without working.

But I don't want to talk to him.

Stop. Stop.

You'll make me cry too.

Listen, I thought you were smarter
than that.

The two orphans...

Come on and eat.

I didn't make it so it would
get cold.

Stop your shit.

You think that amuses me?

Yeah, the states of your heart
last a moment each.

But I'm not unfortunate,
I only cry the whole time.

You cry because you can't enjoy life,
it's well known.

I've never cried of joy or sorrow.

I'd say I cry because of damage
sustained.

- I'll bring you your steak. - No, I
can't eat anything. I can only drink.

Evidently, you're dehydrating
yourself by force.

But that will pass, there's no reason
for that not to pass.

It's stupid to die.

I want to take her and...

What stupidity...

- It's her?
- I think so.

- Don't answer.
- Are you crazy?

If you answer,
you're not a man.

She won't remember.

I hope so.

You see, it's easy.

She'll remember what I tell her.

I'll try to as well.

I'll talk about the pharmacy.

Hello, yes?

Yes, it's you?

No. No no no, I'm alone.

No no, of course I won't budge.

No, I waited for you to remember.
Flawless, eh.

"Flawless, eh. I waited for you to
remember."

At your orders.

Pathetic fool. You're being conned, you
can't see what's going on.

But why would she remember if she
wasn't interested in me? Huh, why?

She won't remember what I'm telling you.

You don't see she's cornering you here?
All along she quietly goes to a concert.

- Alone or with someone.
- What do you mean?

It's monstrous, what you're saying.

- Hold on, taste that.
- No. I assure you mom, I've eaten.

But they're so light they can't
do you any harm.

Do you know a good locksmith?
Never mind, whatever.

Here, go to this address and order
without giving your real name.

You'll give that of a long lost friend.
You'll order...

a lock, here, like this one.

You'll come install it for me. You're
a mechanic, it'll be easy for you.

Since your father's death they
look after me without fail.

They take turns: one day Plato,
one day the aristo, one day Lina.

Especially Lina.

I can't put a foot outside anymore
without being followed.

When I come back I'll have
trouble finding things.

One day it's my spoons or money,
the next it's the keys of a trunk.

Even my slippers or an old comb;
an old, toothless comb.

Are you sure you don't hide them
before going out?

You're foolish. Of course I hide
them. But when I come back,

I won't find them where I put them.

They hide them from me,
they take everything from me.

They happily take things but when
they see the new lock they'll learn.

Oh they'll find something else,
but while they wait...

It's like a telephone,
they have a table where they listen.

Mom...

It's not nice to mock me.

They listen to everything I say,
someday you'll see I'm right.

I hope someday I can make calls
again,

- answer them again. - How will
you make calls in the meantime?

Oh don't take it badly,
you never call me.

You come along like tonight,
unannounced.

It doesn't displease me; but you
don't love your old mother anymore.

Dare to say you love her again.

What did you do?

What's happened to you?

Nothing, a little tired.

- I understand nothing of women.
- They're all whores.

There isn't one for relieving the
other.

If you're concerned, you're
wasting time, believe me.

- Are my doughnuts not good?
- I'm not hungry.

Your mother Sonia wouldn't
treat you like that.

I'm going to make you a little
package you can take to eat.

You weren't at your place the other
night, you don't keep promises.

- You're making fun of me. - I have
better things to do, believe me.

You won't stay there to mill
about all day?

Yeah, all day long, the whole night.

I'm not budging from here
anymore, I rented the place.

And what will that change?

Maybe you'll understand.

Maybe you'll explain it to me.
Maybe I won't go crazy.

I don't want to go to Pleyel with
you, if it's that.

I don't care about Pleyel, if
you must know...

You could have told me on the
phone. I wouldn't have come.

I didn't want to take the risk.

It's ruined.

You're so strange, so abrupt.

At last I want to make it
understood.

Don't stay here!
Someone will spot you!

Do you fear for your reputation?

Okay, I'll tell you:
everything will end badly.

- Well, at least you're not
lacking in spectacle here. - Yes.

Can I have a little water?
Just a little drink.

- Hello Monsieur. - Monsieur.
Come in, don't stay outside.

- Hold on, wipe your feet.
- I know him.

- He's a famous heartbreaker.
- What?

He pleases the ladies.

... and I look for dirt.
Once more:

all my congratulations Monsieur.

Sorry.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Oh Madame!
- Are you a demonstrator?

No, why? Ah. I'm in love.

Ah, demonstrative then.

Kind madame, please tell the
woman in the pharmacy...

that she may come to my house,
I'm waiting for her.

But Monsieur, do your
commissions yourself.

I mean, if it was for me...

That's not very nice, eh.

It's really not very nice.

Then does no one understand
anything?

I'm the idiot as usual.

Don't worry.

That amuses you then, that
amuses you. I'm in my house.

- And yes, this is my house.
- He's totally nuts.

- Without a doubt.
- You trouble me.

But I have this lady. Don't you
understand I love this woman?

But no one believes me or
understands. Why, good God?

- I don't know if you realize that
we're a public service. - What?

- There's nothing to laugh about.
- Is that what you think?

- You'll make them tell stories
about us... - Tell that to Michèle...

Her name is not Michèle!

Yes yes yes, tell Michèle, she
knows where I am, I won't budge.

She can do whatever she wants.
I won't bother her anymore.

Tell her that. I won't bother her
anymore.

And tell her too that I thrive in life.

- For the first time I thrive in life.
- Have you been drinking?

Don't forget to tell her what I've
just told you.

You should shower at least,
you're scaring me.

Do you know where I can find
Pathé Street?

Don't you want to help me?

- Attention. - Help me, quick, I'm
transporting him to the pharmacy.

But it's not true...

- He fainted.
- Yes yes, of course.

Put him there, on the chair.

He fears nothing.

Denise, go get me a wet towel.

Thank you, all will be well.

It's nothing, you can leave.

Thank you, father,
it's not serious.

- You know him?
- Well no,

I asked him for a way to
leave all these people.

Don't you think you came on a bit
strong?

Wake up.

I'll never forgive you for this trick.

I assure you that Monsieur isn't
in his normal state.

Or he's on drugs or
he's not eating enough.

When I touched him,
he fell over like a corpse.

He cried.

Oh, he cries when he wants to.

I'm sorry you look like you know
him, but I know I do.

Leave, this comedy has lasted
long enough.

You have crossed the line.

And take your car.

If you try a single time
to start this again...

I won't hesitate to contact the
police.

I never want to see you again.

Come on, this woman is
completely mad.

He really did faint.

I know.

I think I'll stay a few days at
my place,

so everyone can forget
all of that.

How's it going?

I can't stay, I have to meet my
nephew at St. Lazare station.

Goodbye.

- Come and see my son.
- No.

- But why?
- Is Jacques there?

- Yes.
- And tomorrow?

- He'll go to work, jeez.
- Where is that?

The red factory. You know,
they make locks.

- He who'd clung to his freedom.
- He had no other choice.

Good, I'll wait for you tomorrow
on the beach.

- Do you have a hotel?
- Yes, over there on the place.

- Come to the house, Jacques
won't bite. - No.

Good, well I need to get back,
it's dinner time.

- You're not asking me for Emma's
new ones? - Nope.

Tomorrow. Aren't you leaving
them?

Let's part without you crying at
the station like a 5-year-old.

Not even a letter.

Still, you don't seem unhappy to
see me.

It's me who asked you. Since you
are here, why are you complaining?

You've aged.

It feels like you've just left the
block with a bag under your arm.

I can see clearly.

I would say: "she won't return,
she doesn't want to see us again."

- If you came so far to talk about
my past you can leave again. - No.

Then until tomorrow.

- He resembles you. - This isn't at
all the portrait of Jacques.

- I've seen him so little.
- I know.

- Are you cold?
- No, I slept badly.

The hotel wasn't good?

If you think I didn't see you in your
car...

You can't help yourself from lying.
I don't know what brings you.

I came here for you.
How many fingers do I have?

- What's your name? - Leave him
alone, he's not a dog.

Go play now.

Then it's Emma who sends you?
What's going on?

No, no one knows where I am.

Then you decided on your own?

Listen, I want to explain once and
for all, and never again.

- You had good reasons, as always.
- Stop.

Oh in any case I've not come to
ask for your stories.

Then finally tell me why you've
come.

Because I needed you.

I found peace, Pierrot,

5 years,

that was enough, just enough.

And again, that mosquito
needed to be there.

Otherwise 100 times I would've left
Jacques to find you again.

To find the old neighborhood,
and everything else.

You've always had to say you
needed someone or something.

You need people; you manage
on your own.

You've made it living alone.

Here I've had time, life is easy.

I'm more bored than at Bisette.
The light changes so often.

At night Jacques comes by,
alone or with friends.

It's good.

I don't love him as I loved you.
That only happens once.

I don't have enough imagination...

to make up stories.
My passion was you.

But with you it wasn't sufficiently...

comfortable.

With you, it was even...

Cumbersome?

Yeah, cumbersome.

It was, a little.

That's exactly my problem.

Ah really? You're the last person
I'd expect to say that.

Then tell me:

what is she like?

Inaccessible.

Tell me more.

- What does she do?
- Huh?

Social assistant.

She came one day to my mother
Sonia's place and then...

Beautiful, evidently. Young.

- No.
- Hold on.

- And are you so unfortunate?
- Yes.

- I'll change clothes, it's cold out.
- Yes, that's true.

Where is my son? Pierrot!
Come here.

You could have asked me to be
the godfather at least.

There's no godfather,
this is damned stupidity.

Already, in Emma's case, I didn't
want her to be baptized.

Mom wasn't against it but it
stunned dad, who insisted.

Me, I was the half-sister, the "girl
from the first bed" as they say.

When I thought he could have
been my son.

He could have played around the
neighborhood, like us.

Not that, please. Put him down.

I would have made him
a strong man. Admirable.

Put him down!

- I would have liked to raise you as
a child. - Leave me alone.

Are you leaving?

I love you more than you know.

- Bastard. - Me, I need calm too.
You could bring it to me.

Don't leave, I need you.

If you want a word in for Bisette, I'll
try to hire him as a fisherman.

You'll come to see me sometimes.
I leave tomorrow for Ouistreham.

- Come see me again at noon.
- Bastard.

- You don't have the right not to
come. - Bastard.

Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!

- Where's Pierrot? - He's staying
with his dad, it's Sunday.

- I've never known him.
- I've never known you.

- And Jacques let you leave?
- Yes.

- Does he know where you went?
- Yes.

Oui... streham.

What a name. Where is he coming
from? Oysters?

Dad pronounced it while inhaling
deeply: "Oui-stre-ham."

Stop. Hold on, you say it too.

Ouistreham.

- Your father.
- Your father.

- Is he the one who died in an
accident? - Yes, that's him.

He killed himself, the idiot.

The last times he took me on his
knees, he sang me a sad waltz.

But I could listen to it. Then I
couldn't follow along with you,

- your opera's not practical.
- It's no opera, it's a requiem.

- It's cheerful.
- In a way, yes.

You can take yourself very
seriously with your music.

Dad told me that to go far in life
you must have a passion.

You, nothing interests you.

"You'll end up in a house cleaning after
kids and cooking for your husband."

As if it were so terrible.

I'm not a lot better.

Because you don't know how to profit.
You spread yourself too thin.

In everything?

Leave me alone, I'm sick.

Do you remember?

When you didn't want me to say:
"Don't touch me, I'm sick."

I thought you didn't want to talk
about the past.

But what do you talk about when
you have a talk with someone?

The future?

You make me laugh with your
sexual vanity.

You make love very well.

Like a professional. There's nothing
to brag about.

It's not so terrible that you finally
got your heart broken.

Listen, stop this music. I feel like
I'm at a mass.

And your mother?

She's gone crazy.

- She didn't like me too much.
- No.

Aîe.

- It's you I'd have to love.
- Be quiet.

Listen to the wind.

It's like that every night, especially
so close to the cliffs.

When I start going to sleep,

I dream that the wind pulls out
the roof...

and that people come to look
at me from above.

Then I get angry, crazy enough
to throw punches,

I get scared in every way,
it's panic.

And Jacques wakes me up and
grumbles that it's early in the morning,

and that he's sleepy.

I really like the wind.

Especially when there are gusts...

and when I'm under the covers.

Do you want me to stay here
close by you?

Poor Pierrot, he's so unlucky. He'd want
to be here and there at the same time.

A little harem wouldn't bother you.

You've already decided to leave,
I can see it on your face.

Go change clothes and return to Paris.
Don't worry, I'll manage.

And especially try to keep your mouth
shut before you make another mistake.

- Listen...
- Be quiet.

Kiss me gently and be on your way.

There's nothing more to say,
you know that.

- I'm sure the curtains have budged.
- Oh, do you see through the shutters?

In the cracks. I see through the cracks.

I don't come here to talk to
these gentlemen.

Let's suppose that the curtains budged.
That doesn't prove Pierrot returned.

Then according to you it's a gust
of wind?

A gust of wind or something else. You
can't assert anything if you're unsure.

One can't be sure...

Come on Lina, has he returned or
hasn't he?

Evidently he has.
Didn't you see his car?

And then today, all this racket.

- It was his feet.
- Satisfied?

"La Pie Jesu Domine."

- Here's Jacomo.
- Giacomo.

- But it's a female dog.
- Ah yes? And so?

- Is that who this monster is?
- Are you pleased?

This is Lina's last discovery:
a dog savant.

He's named like your father, but he
sings worse. Come down.

Discretion and you,
that makes two.

Anyway, the curtains had
budged and someone was there.

There's no connection between
his presence and the curtains budging.

- Then what's new?
- Louis broke his leg.

The garage is closed.

Pupuce is on vacation. She's
overflowing your mailbox with letters.

You didn't go see why she's sending
the letters?

It's not for me to know.
Marcelle has returned.

A bad omen never comes alone.
And is Louis at the hospital?

He's in the top room of the garage.

- What have you done with Sonia?
- I care for her.

- Did you tell him?
- I summarized.

Good, come along Pierrot.
We need to talk.

One second.

Come here, come here.

It's about time you returned,
I was overwhelmed.

Holding my register for the Republic,

going so far as to make
food for Louis,

and now Sonia has fallen ill.

- And the doctor, what does he say?
- About Sonia?

- Yes.
- The heart.

She gets weaker every day.
Do you understand?

I hate to be the bearer
of bad news,

but when there's an uproar,
everyone comes looking for me.

I was really born to take care of
others.

- And that makes you laugh?
- For lack of anything better.

I thank you.

At last, now that you're here
I'm going to have peace.

I hope so, because if you believe I'll
do things for him because he knows me...

- Because this is really for him?
- What do you want to say?

He's guarded your parts, no?

What do my actions in the garage
have to do with this?

You love running your mouth off.
Doesn't Louis satisfy you?

What does Louis have to do with that?
It's not him who's making me soup.

Maybe he wouldn't do any better.
You should ask him.

- Where are you going?
- To see Louis.

You were never able to frame me,
and me neither. Then no theatrics.

Wait, you won't see him now after
what I've told you.

I assure you Pierrot,
words escape me.

But what are you talking about?
Listen Marcelle,

I don't understand what you say and
there's nothing that troubles me more

than not understanding what's going on
with somebody.

It's already for that that I've left
you alone.

Isn't this for a woman?

This is what someone told
Louis in any case.

I'm afraid you've made a mistake.
He spent his time on the phone.

When I was there he'd already seen
you out of the corner of his eye.

It was incidental.

Oh, go see him,
he's very worried.

Go, pay a visit.

What's this again?

Oh it's you!

- When did you come back?
- Tonight.

- You want some coffee?
- No, don't budge. Stay here.

Does this mean you know more
about what to do under a car?

This is how I fell: I'm on the side,
leaning over.

I understand nothing of what you're
saying today.

But you see, my life, it's like a board
put on a roll:

first you climb and then it tips.
And then after...

And the garage, what's going on there?
Are there more customers?

- It's going badly.
- It's going badly...

Were you really obliged to
go look for Marcelle?

Oh come on, it's not me, it's Emma.
You know her.

I'm not the one who impulsively
goes to your woman

but she doesn't stop making
insinuations.

Don't pay attention.

But you also have your mysteries.
What's going on?

- You have something against me?
- Stop, it's not about you.

- About who then?
- Me.

It annoys me to have somebody
talk to you before me.

Since I took you to the garage with me,

I've watched you grow up.

I'd say I loved you like a son.

I loved you.

But not like a son.

You didn't take account of anything.

Marcelle wasn't a fool.

She understood everything,
that's why she left.

You know, Pierrot,

what I mean is loving
and not being able to say it.

If I don't open my mouth it doesn't
mean I'm insulting you.

If you want to sell your parts
I have a buyer.

I'd like the same buyer for
our apartment.

But if the price doesn't work I'll
pay for the difference.

- Do you want me to leave?
- Me?

You see well enough: you leave,
I go to work.

- Don't laugh like that, shit.
- Do you want me to cry?

You can do whatever, Louis.

You know what I think?

I think that when someone aspires
to a desire so strong,

- one doesn't have the right to say no.
- Go work instead of spouting bullshit.

Oh and please pull yourself together.

- I read some good news.
- Did you play the derby?

No, I heard that you came back.

- How'd you get here? - Mother
Sonia made me the keys.

You know I don't like you
to come in my place.

- Open this window.
- No, I have to make you.

- But first I want you to tell me.
- There's nothing to tell.

- Did you leave with her?
- No.

If you'd said yes I wouldn't have
believed. Where were you? With whom?

Somebody, in Normandy.

To see Anna? Luc?

- This is disgusting. Did you do that?
- Yes.

You're a real piece of trash.

That's not for you to judge.

It's not true, it can't be.
I hope she can set you straight.

Go play elsewhere,
you're annoying me.

Did you kiss her? Answer me.
Did you kiss her?

Stop!

What else did you want me to do?

To just fucking sit around?

How was she when you left her?

Good. This is no drama.

- Did she ask for me?
- No.

You were healed at least.

- Leave me the fuck alone.
- But did you heal or didn't you?

No, ultimately I know nothing.

You should figure that out.
Because she wants to see you.

"Come as soon as possible.
Jeanne or Michèle."

- When did that arrive?
- It's been here a week.

I couldn't follow up.

What time is it?

- I wasn't in Paris.
- It's no big deal.

My telegram had to surprise you.
No, stay, Denise.

For an important reason, I looked for
someone of real certainty.

I didn't find anyone.

- then I thought about you.
- Is there a test to pass?

It's kind of you to think so.
No, there is no test.

We wouldn't have time.

I am, as they say, "the victim
of an incurable evil."

I have three months left to bear it out.

Do you want to live them with me?

- I understand that you hesitate.
- It's not a matter of that.

- It's a little rushed.
- Don't you have any conditions?

Us, you and me, alone, sharing our
days. There is surely a means.

It's a simple question of money.
I have some.

I have some too, I have all
that will be necessary.

- Are you pleased?
- In life, everything pleases me.

Don't open it.

- And what about that one there?
- I'm looking for a dying male,

- so that death abandons you.
- I'm going to burst right away.

How's it going?

Alright.

Tell me where it hurts.
Tell me where you're sick.

What was the name of the
guy from Pleyel?

Charles.

Did you know you were sick
when you rejected me?

- Aren't you happy?
- Yes.

It's derisory, happiness.

- Answer my questions.
- No.

- Tell me where it hurts.
- Never.

Why?

Because I don't want you to know...

because of where it will lead.

I wanted to be a free woman so badly,

conscious, independent, strong.

Maybe I was wrong.

Get out of here.

I can't bear anyone watching me
while I bathe.

- Ah yes?
- No.

- No.
- Do you want it?

- Don't you want it?
- Ah!

Bastard.

Bastard.

This is my grandmother's house.

- We sold it after my father's death.
- It's pretty.

This is my father's barn.

We came to play here during
vacations.

Now we go to a house integrated
in the landscape.

It's risky to come,
let's go.

You're not very interested in me.

If you want to talk about yourself,
talk about the present.

You break my feet with your requiem.

The communication between dead
and living that doesn't exist.

There is life, and after, that's it.
Look there, there, and there.

There's nothing underneath.
There's nothing left.

There are rocks,

earth...

and dust...

nothing else.

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

It's not working for me.

Teach me something.

- I know nothing else.
- But that's not important.

- What's going through your mind.
- Strictly nothing.

Memories always annoyed me.

If I could have my memory
eliminated...

Shall we meet in the morning to look
for sugar everywhere?

I don't recognize the janitor.

Again.

The pharmacy has one customer, an
old lady, she always tells me:

"When my husband died, I did
everything to forget him.

"And now, I have no memories left."

Charles was a doctor.

He paid for my studies.
An exchange:

My youth for his knowledge, it
worked for me, it was clear and clean.

Not exclusive: I did what I wanted
with who I wanted.

I've always had quite an
imagination.

Nothing was easier than to dismiss
the urge to satisfy my desires.

Quietly.

No romanticism, never,

even later,

when he touched me more.

I went out more often,
he never said anything.

A glimmer of worry registered on his
face, but he wouldn't express it.

And me,

the habit had undone me.

I was nothing more than
a shell of a woman:

an organ vaguely satisfied by
encounters with men,

whom I served as an object...

and who used me as an object.

Sometimes love came knocking on
my door.

Fake fake fake.

Grotesque.

All these efforts to lure me.

They appeared to me ridiculous,
definitively ridiculous.

You too, when I think back,
seemed ridiculous to me.

Fortunately, you don't have
much time left.

I see that you're afraid of death.

But you don't dare tell yourself.

And you'll live, I want it.

And when I want something...

Of course I'll live.

When I think that you listened to all
this without faltering.

Poor dear.

Don't cheat, Michèle, we don't have
time.

I can't bear the idea that anyone
has touched you before me.

I especially can't bear the idea that
I'm jealous.

I don't understand how you could
say such a thing:

I'm old and ugly.

Yes, you're ugly:

your breasts are sagging, you have
cellulite,

your stomach is bloated,

you have wrinkles around the eyes,
the lips and the forehead.

You are old but you are
beautiful nonetheless.

That's why I love you.

Because you represent life,
fatigue, reserve.

Tell me some sweet words again.

I don't know any.

Make some up.

Like "I love you more than my life?"
"You before anyone?"

- "From life until death?"
- Yes.

I would want to die for you.

My dear, my goddess,

- my baby, my goddess.
- Can one really say all that?

You belong to me.

My body is yours.

My heart is all yours.

My life is too short for the love
I have for you.

I want your lips on my heart.

I want my sex against yours,
my hands on your kidneys.

I want to hear you moan and scream,
I want you to call my name.

I tremble to think that anyone
could separate us.

I want to pull you out of this world.

I want to take out your disease,
to put it in myself.

My love.

I love you, I love you,
I love you, I love you.

It's beautiful to have
such a vibrant life...

and to pass the days
with a shared heart.

Ooh la la, what is this story?

Is it the temperature I feel rising
in my head?

You know, kind madame,

I was always a little scared.

I never knew anyone was waiting
for me.

Just like the things that haunt me.

Evidently, when someone comes along
who's never been here before...

Jeanne.

Jeanne.

Jeanne.

I can manage, you ruin everything.
Sadistic.

You need to get used to the fear.

You know, when you wear this dress,
I'll commence with dirty tricks.

And well, my little man,

now you can expect the worst.

Excuse me,

you aren't a pharmacist by
any chance?

Yes.

Is Pierrot there?

If you want to see him,
what do you want to see him for?

Mother Sonia is dead.

Before she died she wanted to
meet with him.

On Sunday we're having a small
party in the neighborhood.

- It's important that he be there.
- I understand.

He has a lot of things to settle
over there.

And if he doesn't come,
it'll get worse.

Who was this mother Sonia?

She was like his second mother, she
cooked for him and the household.

- It's little Emma who you're looking
for. - Yeah.

- Normally we'd get married. Then?
- Then,

he'll be there.

It's not terribly necessary.

I'll wait in the car.

Alright then.

Goodbye, farewell.

Farewell.

They put up a new gate,

before it was always open.

- It's a symbol.
- In any case it's a sign.

Are you coming?

No.

I'll meet you tonight
at my house.

Here you are at last.

- Then this banquet, is it postponed?
- Well, no.

Listen Pierrot, I implore you,
don't start telling stories.

- I came back for a second time, you
understand? - Yeah, but don't worry.

I don't care about all that now.

- Is there somebody at my place?
- Yes.

It's Mimine who's keeping the place.
Come on.

- Where are you taking me?
- You'll see.

- Ah, it's not too early!
- Here it is.

- Yes, everyone's here, we can
begin. - I was hungry.

- How's it going?
- Good to see you. It's not bad, you?

- Do you have the farm?
- Yes.

- Hello Pupuce.
- How are you?

- Have you been well?
- Yeah, alright. All is good?

- Hello Anna.
- I lost my bet.

- I thought you wouldn't come.
- Why?

Yes, why? Pierrot knows it's like
his home here.

- Nothing has changed.
- He doesn't need to hear that.

- Say mosquito then.
- Then, are you free?

Yes, I've come back from Villejuif.

We went to a cooperative with a
locksmith, a plasterer, a painter...

- I'm kind of worried about
management. - That's a good idea.

You know I always had a little idea
but as long as you were there...

- In comparison with Anna?
- In a way.

I don't really see why.

Then Lina?

- And Giacomo?
- I'd given him a pension.

I was also on vacation.

- She made a break for it.
- I didn't call you, eh.

- Good day. - Did you keep the stand
in the market?

Oh no, that's over. Without Sonia...

- I've saved a kiss for you.
- Leave me alone.

Not even a letter.

It's true but I don't want this, mom,
I'm really happy now.

What do you want me to do?

Good,

I needed to know that someone
is there at last.

At last, the party's here.

Then here it is.

Sonia held the maxims of the heart
very high,

but never thought of her own
happiness.

- Bravo.
- Not bad.

As early as dawn, she went out
to empty her garbage.

She was, I'm telling you,
the fairy of the neighborhood.

- Ah, bravo.
- Beautiful.

Oh, he's going to annoy us again.

We have no sun, and
we are all only naked here.

No one makes a sound.

There, where she lived,
the neighborhood lived.

Without her sound,
a person exists, there.

That, it's art. That's art.

Somebody who understands me.

It's good to come back
to the popular, eh.

In the clear of the moon,
our friend Pierrot.

To each his own strong woman.

She opens his door that was ablaze.

Knowing she is dead, one would
laugh a little.

While losing his moon--losing his
moon, our friend Pierrot.

He would find fortune again,
with his work.

The neighborhood is as strong
as any knot.

But as he leaves,
let's open our eyes.

But what are you looking to get?

- One more laugh?
- A laugh?

- Among other things, yes.
- They're completely nuts.

But just take a look at yourself.

This is your life? You walk your
garbage around from morning to night.

- That's it. - Let it go, let it go,
Poupoune, take it easy.

Oh leave me alone, you're
hardly better.

You have all of them after your block.
"Holy neighborhood, pray for us."

One will go to high school with
3000 students here.

The factories there will hit it big.

Don't you understand you're the
living dead?

Has it never occurred to you that
there are more children on the block?

The last was Emma.

I hope she'll pull herself together
once she gets married.

It's never hit you that there's more...

than what interests you in this
tiny little world, idiots!

This is the end!

It's your problem if you want to
turn your back to life.

But don't annoy others.

Come on, let's calm down.

"Joyous anniversary, our
vows more sincere;

"that these flowers bring you
happiness.

"That your entire life, you be soft
and light;

"and the final year, we'll reunite."

- The beautiful cake!
- It's beautiful.

Bravo!

This is not only my party,
it's the neighborhood party too,

not to disappoint you, Marcelle.

It's a party of reunion, of fidelity.

I drink to everyone's health.

I drink to the children to come,
that God blesses them.

I drink to memories of Giacomo, my
poor husband, looking from on high...

and who knows what I've done since
he left us.

I drink to family, to integrity,
to all noble sentiments.

Understand if you're able.

- Go, Emma, under the table. - No way,
I'll get laughed at.

I prefer to say my own part.

Something made you constipated all
of a sudden.

It wasn't such a pain to invite Pierrot
if you'd let him speak.

Put away your plate, so that
you didn't come for nothing.

What do you want?
Here's what you must do:

when you're not there, one misses you.
When you are, one is annoyed.

- Good, you should sing us a song now.
- Ah yes.

- For whom? For you?
- For everyone.

And especially for dad who always
preferred your songs to your speeches.

A song! A song! A song!

Jeanne?

- Jeanne? Jeanne?
- Yes?

Encore!

This time I have the right,

I'm already here.

- You returned quickly.
- I found love, let's get married.

Do remember when you called me
on the telephone?

That I blocked you because you went
quietly to Pleyel with Charles?

No, I don't remember.

But yes.

It was necessary for me to tell him, I
didn't come. And I told you that...

I didn't want to take risks
and you said, basically, "it's ruined."

"It's ruined..."

With a superb smile of resignation.

It's at this point in time I believe
I wanted to try.

- Try what?
- Love.

Don't tell me you didn't understand.

I look at you, I analyze you,
I love you.

I was never sick, Pierre.

You were never sick?
No, you're joking.

I'd heard a lot of talk about
great love.

I wanted to see what it was like.

Jeanne.

It's my habit to manipulate people,

to make them give me what I want.

Don't pity yourself, I gave you in
exchange what you wanted from me:

a beautiful love story. It's over.

All those medicines you took.

Vitamins, I changed the labels.

You wanted to see where I lived.

A fantasy, a piece of romanticism.

- And Charles?
- Also finished.

I need something of which he is
no longer a part.

You made me wake up.

I need to love truly.

I've had a taste now.

You won't start crying again?

What did I do to have you
torture me like that?

What have I done to you?

It's over, Pierre.

- But what are you afraid of?
- You.

You're so brutal.

I'm not very proud of myself.

It's not very pretty, what I've done.

- You believe in nothing, it's bullshit.
- In nothing.

Go away, I have a headache.

Some money questions remain,
I must compensate you.

Don't worry yourself,
I've been worse.

But don't be more sordid.

Go away.

Go away!

I'm leaving.

This is a mistake.

Jeanne or Michèle,
it wasn't really you.

I had a dream.

How could I have believed it?

- What's happened?
- Go away.

- What's happened? Tell me. - Go away,
you're breaking down my defenses.

- I won't leave you, I want you to be
mine. - It's too late.

- Let's go, I'll call a doctor.
- No.

I don't want to see anybody.

No more from you.

I don't want you to see me like this.

I know it's me who's unbearable
to look at.

Pierre, if you love me,
go away.

- It's not even a question of
leaving you. - Go away!

- Clench your teeth, good god, defend
yourself. - Go, let me die in peace.

I don't want you to die,
do you understand?

There's nothing to do,
I'll say it for you.

I know it, this will end quickly.

Go away.

I'll see again soon.

I'm losing track of things,
I'm seeing you now.

I'll be delirious, I know it.

Go away. Go away, go away.

Don't change, Pierrot,
stay as you are.

Love them. Love them...

with all your strength.

With your stubbornness open them,
force them.

I love you.

I love you.

It's so easy to say at the end.

I love you.

Pierre!

Help me!

Help me. Since you're there, help me.

Pierrot.

What has it done to me, your love?

Pierrot.

You don't have the right to talk
like that. You hear?

- Is she dead?
- She has poisoned herself.

- I feared it.
- Why?

Don't torment yourself.
Don't try to understand.

Forget her. Return to your place.

Nobody dies.