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Tomorrow We Move

More... to the left.

More to the left.

More to the left.

Charlotte, come and see!

It goes fits. It went through.

Watch out! It's fragile. Comes from Bohemia.

- It's pure crystal. - Pure?

Watch out!

- My allergies, it's... - What?

- The smell. - The smell?

Leather.

My father was a glove maker. This was his workshop.

My father was attached to it more than anything else.

It came from my grandfather, from Kazimierz.

- Kazimierz? - It's in Poland, on the Vistula.

Thank God, he's no longer with us.

- Thank God, no. - Thank God, yes.

Looks too crowded. Would you like these armchairs?

- They're old. - Throw them out.

We're not allowed to.

Around here, there's a lot of trash, even mattresses.

Too bad for the armchairs.

Want us to bring them back upstairs?

Where can we put them?

I don't know. These armchairs...

There used to be an old armchair at the end of the hall.

On the armchair...

Claudia and Pierre.

Two naked bodies embracing...

Doing what? ...Embracing.

I've already said so. They were...

Fiercely caressing each other.

Kissing and kissing.

That chicken's good, Charlotte.

A bit greasy because of the skin.

It's always because of the skin.

Right. That's why they say: I got you under my skin.

Claudia had nice shiny skin.

It reflected a man's body "igniting" in the armchair.

Yes. Some women...

And men who...

His skin was soft as a baby's.

What's wrong, Mom?

It's the chicken.

It's so young.

- Isn't it good? - Yes, that's why it's good.

Chickens die so soon.

It'll be even better tomorrow.

Your father loved chicken so much.

Chicken with lemon, basquaise chicken

mustard chicken, tarragon chicken.

Whenever he was sick, light chicken broth.

He didn't like the legs. I didn't like white meat.

Trouble is, we can't find good chicken nowadays.

I'm going to bed.

- You? - I have to finish this chapter.

See you at breakfast, tomorrow?

Not in the morning. That's when I concentrate better.

If you speak to me, I'll have to go right back to bed.

Not in the morning, then.

Their two bodies...

ablaze...

in the armchair.

This is awful!

Bad.

I'll never be able to.

These curtains are so dirty!

Charlotte?

- It's a bit cold. - Turn up the heat.

It doesn't work.

You see? You set it the way you want.

- I sleep with the window open. - I'll open it for you.

I miss him.

I know. Me too, Mom.

Goodnight, Mom.

Goodnight, Charlotte.

- What are you doing? - I forgot the suitcase.

Don't be so rough. It hasn't done anything to you.

- You're gonna sleep with that? - Yes.

- An old suitcase like that... - As old as you.

- Tell me what's inside. - Maybe it's better not to.

- Mom. - I'm warning you.

Something about suitcases?

I can feel his presence.

- Who? - Your dad.

I don't want to forget his face.

Stop it, Mom. You're driving me mad.

I'll stop. Charlotte, what are you writing?

A contract. Has to be erotic. I'm not inspired.

Write dirty words.

Like what?

Dick.

- What else? - Cunt, cock.

- What else? - That's all.

- That's all there is. - Want me to help you?

Mom!

Look around you. Everything's erotic.

I don't think so.

Get inspiration from your own life, your own experience.

There's nothing better. On Sundays, your father and I...

- At your sister's place. - Your father and I...

Mom...

OK. I'll stop. Don't look at that dirt.

Go out and listen: bistros, the subway, trains...

Look at people, their hands, their feet, their entire body.

"Their hands, their feet, their entire body."

Your father's feet made me swoon.

Soon after your birth, we were in a dark restaurant...

Please, Mom!

I'd like to see.

- What? - What's in the suitcase?

A hat.

A shirt.

A scarf.

A tie.

Gloves.

Underwear.

Mennen after-shave. An electric razor.

A pair of pants.

What's the matter?

The piano is out of tune.

The presence of her loved one was an obsession.

His absence was hard to bear.

Dick, cock, ass.

A few days later

When he enters the apartment,

he recognizes her scent,

enters the room. She's completely naked

with her eyes closed.

He goes up to her, sees the curly fleece around her pussy.

He starts breathing heavier and more heavily...

and more heavily still.

I can't find the vacuum cleaner.

He starts breathing more heavily.

He starts breathing heavier,

and heavier,

and heavier,

He bends over the young woman.

No. He bends over her pussy.

She's vacuuming slowly.

The vacuum cleaner stops. She screams.

All hell breaks loose.

It's so quiet.

Yes?

The piano's for the 6th floor.

...the woman's sex, while she's vacuuming slowly.

The vacuum cleaner stops.

She screams. All hell breaks loose.

Loose? What's loose?

Too slow.

Faster, faster!

There!

Wonderful!

Sing!

Angrily!

C sharp!

You have no right to throw everything outside.

- I know, but... - Don't do it again.

- No. - Take it back inside.

Yes.

- This too. - No.

Yes.

That's not mine. It's my mother's.

In that case...

C sharp!

He told me to undress. I didn't feel like it.

Hope you didn't do it? Did you undress?

Take you clothes off. I felt like it.

I had no choice. I undressed.

What did he do?

First, he placed a lamp.

And...

He slowly walked around me.

He put a movie on.

And... I was going crazy.

I was so nervous. I got up.

I was shaking all over.

He had stinky feet.

Coffee.

It was very hot, in Africa. It was killing me.

Killing you?

It was killing me.

I had always wanted to go to Africa.

Seductive, extremely charming. Very special guy.

Meet again? Yes, madam. We have to be discreet.

Meet again, charming, seductive.

Not very tall, but well proportioned,

for a very reasonable price.

I introduced him to many people. They're crazy about him.

Not very tall, well proportioned, crazy about him.

It's perfect for a single lady.

A room with a view, all equipped.

500 euros.

Expenses... No. All expenses included.

Right. That's quite right.

You're also looking for something?

Everybody's looking at this time of the year.

- This time? - In real estate.

- My mother just moved out. - What about you?

Not me.

I have a small apartment, very nice and very quiet.

Very quiet, very nice, well proportioned, available now.

All equipped. That's quite right.

- In this district? - Not far from here. Number 87.

- Suitable for an office? - Very much so!

- I have to think about it. - I understand. Me too.

About what?

Everything. Nothing. Depends...

- My name's Samuel Popernick. - I'm Charlotte von Stein.

Von Stein? I used to know a von Stein.

Probably my father. He's dead now.

- I've been thinking. - Follow me.

We're lucky there's an elevator. On the 6th floor.

We're lucky.

- Small, but better than nothing. - Yes, even if it's small.

It's small, but comfortable with no inconveniences.

- It's important, after all. - Like if it's all equipped.

- That's a good example. - Very good.

- They spread some disinfectant. - I can smell it.

- Me too. A strange smell. - Strange, yes.

It's still there. Nothing we can do about it.

- It will go away. - It stays in my memory.

- It's a good thing they came. - Who?

The exterminators. These bugs know where to hide.

- So that's what I smell. - Yes.

- It's not new. - It's empty.

You can fill it up.

Here's the bathroom. With a separate toilet.

- Not too common, in France. - Not too common.

And a large tub.

What's the capacity of the water tank?

At least 50 liters.

Do you think I'll have some inspiration here?

I don't know. We can have "aspiration".

It can help.

You're in a pensive mood.

The smell... It's the smell.

Reminds me of Poland.

- Have you been to Poland? - I've heard about it.

Nice country. Hot in the summer and cold in the winter.

I know.

You're a third-generation child.

How do you know?

I can tell.

I lost my whole family in Poland.

I thought so. But I prefer to know.

The smell... It's that smell in here.

It all came back to me.

Fortunately, I don't have any children.

Why "fortunately"?

They say children suffer from what happened to their parents.

Even the third generation.

I'm not suffering.

I wear glasses, though. That's annoying.

Mr. Popernick, I won't take the apartment.

- Because of the smell. - It gives me the blues.

Are you sure I'm not the one giving you the blues?

I don't know.

Mr. Popernick, I have bad news.

I'm not taking the apartment.

Close to your place: that's an advantage.

I guess it is an advantage.

What exactly don't you like?

I'm overcome with sadness.

You think I'm the one feeling sad? I am.

- No. - What are you thinking?

You feel responsible for everything.

I'm the sad one. I give you the blues.

You can't say it's not true. I'm just like that.

You're very sensitive, so it affects you.

You can't say it's not true.

You should see it again with a friend... a mother.

I'll wear my beige suit. When I wear it, things go much better.

If you're with a mother...

your own mother...

things will be better.

- Because of experience? - Experience, yes.

- A mother has more experience. - Especially mine.

Tomorrow at 11?

He goes into the forest which is teeming with life

and rediscovers color.

With an arrangement as precise as a symphony,

the forest reacts to spring.

I have insomnia.

It's the third time this week.

- I can't sleep without the TV. - I'll get used to it.

I got to get some sleep. I've gotta get some sleep.

- You smoked. - Yes.

The curtains are dirty.

- What did you say? - The curtains are dirty.

Think so?

I feel that dirty curtains are associated with poverty.

- Try to sleep. - I can't... with these drapes.

- We should move. - Again?

This place is too small. It's hard to keep it clean.

What are we going to do?

- We should sell this place. - Again?

All that furniture...

We won't be able to sell with all that furniture.

- It's us. - Come in.

Sit down. I'll just get dressed. That's a nice suit.

Like it? It makes me happy.

Wake up, Mom. Pierre's here.

Practice your scales. Mother's coming.

Her bathrobe was slightly opened,

and he peeked...

he glanced.

Then his hand...

Play with both hands.

You have piano player hands!

- My God! You're so hot. - The emotion, you know.

When I'm emotional, I get cold.

- This piano has a nice sound. - Think so? You're sensitive.

I'd like to see it, if you don't mind.

Is it a Pleyel or a Steinway?

It's beautiful!

Don't look at me. I'll go to pieces.

You should have been a pianist.

I wanted to. But I can't play in public.

Shall we go, Mom?

Practice your scales. We'll be back.

What's that smell? It reminds me of Poland.

My mother wouldn't have liked it.

- You're like me... about odors. - I don't see you living here.

- I'm sorry we bothered you. - That's OK. I have my car.

I'm embarrassed. And that nice suit...

It's good quality serge.

I would really like it if you rented this apartment.

You just have to fix it up a bit.

- How? - Depends what you like.

- I don't have any taste. - I know it's difficult.

It is.

It's not a very bright day. But it's not always like that.

- But... it's the smell. - I know.

- I don't smell anything. - You don't?

No.

I just want to be nice. That's why I insist.

I understand, Mr. Popernick. You're very sympathetic.

Thank you.

Tomorrow, I'm going to see a studio from the 70s.

With a balcony or a bay window.

Houses from the 70s are not even soundproof.

And you must consider putting up double curtains.

- Really? - Yes.

If we sell the duplex, you won't need a studio.

- We have to sell. - We have to sell.

It's the right time.

Yes?

Yes, Mr. Delacre.

At 2 or 2:30.

Very well.

Ménilmontant station. Yes, Ménilmontant.

See you later.

So?

It won't be so easy to sell.

We should upgrade this apartment.

How?

We'll get flowers and green plants, lots of them.

The look of nature. Nothing's more beautiful than nature.

The jungle look.

Not "jungle". I said "nature".

Yes.

It'll be erotic. I have plenty of ideas. The time is right.

There'll be some water, lots of water.

Not poetic. Crude words like "cunt" and "dick".

C sharp!

And "cock" too.

Is it for the apartment? You can come at 1.

M. and Mrs. Dietrich? Very well.

Yes? At 2:45.

It's not reinforced.

No. I don't want a reinforced door.

Calm down, Olivier.

Let's go see the bathroom.

- It's for the apartment? - Yes.

- Are you the Delacres? - Yes, we are.

- This is the bathroom. - Did you see this?

- And the pipes. - What?

- They're lead pipes. - Think so?

Yes. What's this? Did you see this?

What a face!

- Oh! It burns! - Be careful.

- The joints are full of residue. - You can replace them.

I'll show you the bedroom. It's too crowded in here.

- It's just dirt. - No, it's residue.

It makes you want to go to bed.

You just have to change the sheets.

The mattress isn't bad. And there's even a closet.

There's plenty of room.

- I'll help you. - How nice of you.

Where's my wife?

Where's my wife?

- She's cleaning up. - Of course.

Here's the living room, there's the kitchen. Same downstairs.

The piano's my mother's.

"Jestem kobieta! I'm a woman."

That's beautiful.

- What's all this noise? - Is this place noisy?

See for yourself.

What's the matter?

- We're dumfounded. - Why?

We thought you'd say there isn't any.

- Why? - We just thought.

I'm sorry about the dirty curtains.

- It doesn't matter. - It does.

It's nice, well divided.

All equipped, no supporting wall.

It's not bad. Any inconveniences?

- Inconveniences? - We have to know.

Maybe none.

- Why are you selling? - We're leaving.

I thought so. What's the size of these windows?

It's because of the... double curtain thing.

- Only one curtain. Not very... - Intimate.

1.40 m. Got it? We need more intimacy. 2.12 m.

- I never thought about that. - 104.

It's... eroticism, isn't it?

Of course. 1.05 m. Capacity of the water tank?

100 liters on each floor.

- How many baths? - Incredible.

- What? - 9.

The number of baths you can take.

You'll have to install standard faucets.

We'd like to have a look downstairs.

The kitchen's equipped: stove with halogen burners,

microwave oven, non-microwave oven,

toaster, citrus press. Look at the refrigerator.

Let's see.

- It's empty. - It can be filled. Coffee?

- If it's not asking too much. - Absolutely not.

Don't just stand there like elephants in a bowling alley.

You see there's no noise.

- Never? - See for yourselves.

Very quiet.

- I found it. - What?

The coffee.

It's always like that.

When you're about to give up, keep on trying.

I agree.

Charlotte von Stein.

- Mrs. Charpentier. - Mr. Charpentier.

I'll show you the bathroom. There's no one there.

I'll let you look... for more privacy.

I should warn you: the faucets are not standard.

A bit of music?

Not Beethoven. He gets on my nerves.

I love him. I listen to his music when I'm alone.

He's a great man.

He's too human. I prefer music that raises doubt.

- I have enough doubts. - Stop it!

- What? - You're indecent.

There's not enough pressure.

My wife and I, we only take showers.

No baths. They soften you up. It's indecent.

No baths, it's indecent, it softens you up.

- Nice to have met you. - Same for me.

You got the flowers at Olympus?

- No. At Falson's for sure. - Yes.

All that fuss to sell their apartment. 430 euros worth.

Yes.

Did I show you the bathroom? I'm not sure I did.

There's plenty of time. You can have coffee first.

I hope it's not too strong.

I'm never sure.

It it's too strong, we can add water.

Do you want sugar?

- Yes. - No.

Here's the sugar and a spoon.

- You don't want any? - Haven't decided. Well, yes.

Oh, no. I have a doubt.

What was I saying?

There's no supporting wall. You can divide it differently.

Anything's possible with a bit of imagination.

You have imagination?

I forgot the music.

Gypsy music is good for the morale.

More or less.

Listen to it. I'm sure you'll be thrilled.

I love it.

- Me too. You, Frederic? - Yes, yes.

I can tell you don't.

Stop feeling everything!

The beginning is... I'll play it again.

You're out of tune.

- Me too. - You too? That's nice.

Yes.

- Want some coffee? - Is it Lavazza?

- What? - Mom only drinks Italian coffee.

Italy's a nice country. No coffee, then?

No. We're just looking.

Let's start at the beginning:

Hot and cold water on each floor, for more privacy.

- No coffee? - It's not Lavazza.

We have to go.

- Why? - Why?

- Oh, yes. - We're having coffee.

- Wrong music for coffee. - We're bothering you.

- Sorry we bothered you. - Of course.

- You didn't. - It happens often.

- If it bothers you, we'll go. - We'll go too.

Won't you finish your coffee?

It's getting cold.

- I'll put it in the microwave. - If you don't mind.

Not at all.

Follow me. You must see the rest of the duplex.

Someone once placed a cat into a microwave oven.

The cat died.

I can show you around the district. It's old Paris.

We saw it on our way here.

- It's mixed. - Men and women.

What about children?

Don't start that. I don't want any children.

- Why? - Not your concern.

Just asking.

Why?

I'm interested. Why don't people want children?

- Not interesting. - Children?

No. If people want children or not.

It's not a general question, it's personal.

For me, it's a matter of time and space.

Where to put them?

- They don't take much room. - That's what you say.

I like to look at a sleeping woman. It feels good.

The very picture of happiness.

Yes.

Yes...

- Desire... is something beautiful. - Very beautiful.

The first time we met, you said:

"You're the woman I'd like to have children with."

- It sounded so nice. - I don't remember.

Memory fades as you get older. We must exercise our memory.

- I exercise mine. He doesn't. - I don't either.

- You're just like me. - Not at all. What are you doing?

You don't like me, so I'll let the air in.

I don't know, but I'll make up my mind. Depends.

On what?

That's a tough question.

Close the window. It'll wake her up.

- I'd like you to answer me. - I don't have all the answers.

I'm leaving.

- Then go. - You're staying?

I haven't finished my coffee. It's too hot.

- Wait. - Harder, now...

There!

- Harder... - That's better.

- Where are you going? - I'm leaving.

You should accompany your wife.

Your wife needs you. She's desperate.

I know. Something deep inside.

It's because of her unhappy childhood and life in general.

On the 6th floor.

Charlotte?

Get the door.

Can you look after Mr. Delacre, Mom?

Nice to meet you. Would you like some coffee?

It's all equipped. There's no supporting wall.

Somebody told me.

Sorry I'm early. Couldn't wait any longer.

Let's see the upper floor.

- Proud to be pregnant? - Could be.

- When are you expecting? - In a week.

- So soon? May I touch? - Everybody does.

- It's big. - That's normal. You?

- What? - Are you pregnant?

I doubt it.

Sometimes we're not sure. But when it's there, it's there.

That's why we want to move. We'll need more room.

We don't want to make love in front of a child.

- You do it often? - Every day.

You must like it, then.

No. You get used to it. You?

I like it, but I don't have a lover, right now.

You don't have the opportunity.

Not really, but I think about it. It's a professional matter.

I know what you mean. Myself, I never think about it.

- We'll give him this room. - It'll be perfect.

I don't feel like having children.

Don't say that.

It's not so bad, just that...

You're lucky to want to make love in a professional way.

I didn't say I enjoyed it. I'm thinking about it.

So, I get the urge, sometimes.

- What are you thinking about? - Shameful things.

Like what?

For example, words like "cock", "cunt", "ass".

That's all? Well... It's the main thing.

How come you don't have a lover?

Because I'm extremely busy.

- You've never fallen in love? - I think I have.

Think so?

- I'm always in love. - With whom?

No one in particular. Just a general feeling. You?

I was never in love, not even with my husband. He was.

I couldn't say no. We got married right away.

If people start thinking... they won't have any children.

- You're very pretty. - You're very nice.

Can you visit me in the hospital?

If you wish.

I'm scared to give birth.

They say with the epidural, you don't feel anything.

That's what they say.

I don't want to have a child. I don't want any children.

Calm down. Go and lie down in my bedroom for a while.

- Should I call your husband? - No.

- What should I do? - Talk to me.

About what?

What you think about when you make love?

I wouldn't dare. You're so young.

I'm young and old too.

- You're crying? - Yes, because of the chicken.

Something about a chicken. You know...

I think I do.

This will be the baby's room. Too bad he'll be alone.

You can make love quietly somewhere else.

Very quietly.

It's a girl. There are only boys in my husband's family.

He said we'd make another one.

He's proud when I have an orgasm.

I don't want any children.

I have to get up now, otherwise I'll never be able to.

It's nice to be lying here.

You look at me nicely. It's not sexual or anything.

It's nice. It gives me a rest.

- Are you up already? - yes.

Coffee?

What about your palpitations?

It doesn't show that you make love every day.

My needs are great.

- These needs are embarrassing. - Why?

You become dependant. What will I do when she's giving birth?

All things considered, you'd like less of it?

All things considered, yes.

Sit down, darling.

Why are you standing up? Want to lose the baby?

I feel so good, here.

- Here's the bathroom. - No gas, so no worry.

I feel so good.

My mother lives downstairs. She'll show you the rest.

Must be wonderful to live with your own mother.

The stairs are dangerous for the baby.

No.

- How do you know? - I was a baby.

- A beautiful baby. - Mom.

Nice to meet you.

Hello! Make yourself at home.

Hot and cold water on each floor. No supporting wall.

Use your imagination.

This is Mr. Delacre. You're here to look, aren't you?

Without supporting walls, will it hold?

Do you think it's going to hurt?

- I want to die. - Come on!

Unless I die, he'll start all over again.

He'll change when the baby's here.

When a couple moves, it's all over.

- What? - Being a couple.

You think so?

That makes me want to move!

It's time for your painless childbirth class.

We'll come back tomorrow.

Goodbye!

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

Do you mind if I look around?

I love that painting. It's nice.

What size is it? Is it expensive?

I'm coming.

- Another tax raise? - It's not my fault.

This is yours.

- I'm waiting for him. - I'll tell him.

No, don't tell him.

He's admiring the painting.

- I found this in your cupboard. - Thanks. I won't say anything.

I guess you can tell him. No, don't tell him. I'm leaving.

- But I feel like waiting. - I understand.

You don't understand. He's a terrible man.

I don't love him. Yes, I love him. I always will.

- I'm leaving. What time is it? - 4 o'clock.

4 already! It's later than I thought. Got to go.

So?

It won't be easy to sell. Too many flowers.

I'd like to leave my wife.

She has beautiful eyes.

Yes, at first, but afterwards...

- You want to live alone? - I'm afraid to.

Why?

It's OK on weekdays. On Sundays, I need someone.

On Sundays?

On Sundays, I go out for groceries. I like to buy a lot.

When I ask for half a chicken or just a leg,

I feel the grocer looks down on me.

She feels sorry because I'm alone.

She pities you.

You're so intelligent and sensitive!

I like to say: "A nice chicken from the farm."

She thinks we'll have guests and we care about our health.

- What time is it? - 4:30.

Already?

- You're here about the ad? - The studio.

Building C, D entrance.

- Let's go. - Fine.

You want to live in a studio?

I'll stay there from time to time. I have another place.

Me too. I need a quiet place.

I understand. Me too, and solitude also.

People come and go at my place.

Me too. People walk right in.

I have children, a husband and a maid.

She's adorable.

My children and my husband are adorable. It's too much.

Too much! I understand.

I need a place where I can make coffee without anyone looking,

drink it and smoke a cigarette.

A place where nobody will ask me any questions. No, thanks.

They ask that many questions? Excuse me.

It's OK. I'm used to it.

My husband wants to know everything I do.

Sometimes I even make up stories for him.

I'd like to have a studio like I had when I was a teen.

I could write a diary or poetry.

I mean, if I'm inspired. Do you write poetry?

Only prose. I write for others and I hate it.

I understand: ordinary prose.

I hate ordinary prose myself.

"Ordinary?" A certain reality you'll find deep inside you.

Mom calls it "deep within your own experience."

The same for poetry: it's deep inside you.

"The sobs of autumn violins lull my heart...

"with tedious languor."

- That's so erotic! - Think so?

It's here.

I would have liked to become a writer, too.

Hello! Please come in.

It's small. But it looks bigger because of the view.

A bay window makes a difference.

- I'll bathe at home. - Me too.

- It's empty. - Of course.

This place is so quiet!

No bad smell, no inconveniences.

A very private place.

- Do you like it? - We need more time.

Of course.

There's also the double curtain.

And the water tank.

I understand.

It was designed for one person. 50 liters isn't much for two.

Especially if they're very clean.

A table, a chair, a lamp. Then I'd be able to write.

Armchair, coffee table, coffee pot. I'd enjoy it.

Me too. I need peace and quiet.

You write every day?

In the morning. In the afternoon, I'm a clerk.

In the morning, I sleep. Or pretend to.

- Let's be practical. - Yes, let's be practical.

You, mornings, me, afternoons?

Yes.

We could rent it together.

Yes.

- What about at night? - It would be empty at night.

- Unless... - We find a third person.

- It would complicate things. - Yes.

I don't think we should see each other again.

Never? Not even for coffee?

I have nothing against you. But I know so many people.

I understand. My presence would spoil everything.

I understand your need to be alone.

- I'll always come at 2. - And I'll always leave at 1.

Thank you so much.

My guests!

- Thank God you're here. - You too. Where's your husband?

He went out to buy a crib for the baby.

I didn't know what to do. You're such a nice lady.

So I came back here. Hope you don't mind?

Excuse me. I didn't want to bother you.

Just want to see if I should baste the chicken.

My mom always gets in the way.

Either that or she's good company.

It doesn't bother me. I love chicken.

- My father too. - He loved chicken.

Roasted chicken, tarragon chicken...

Something wrong with the oven.

That's a lot of smoke, don't you think?

I didn't notice. It smells chicken everywhere.

- Do you mind? - Don't you?

Maybe. It's better than smelling fish.

You say that because you're going to have a baby.

Fish reminds me of the sea.

The North Sea.

- What else are you cooking? - To serve with the chicken?

Potatoes, a salad, cheese and ice cream.

A light meal.

- Would you like some coffee? - No, not with the chicken.

I'll leave you two alone.

I don't want to get in the way when she has company.

The smell of chicken is a nuisance.

- You don't mind? - It makes me hungry.

Not done yet.

It doesn't matter. I love your apartment.

I don't feel at home anywhere. But I feel good here.

I've never felt so good in any other apartment.

- I don't feel at home anywhere. - Not even here?

No, I guess not.

This is such a nice place!

Think so? I have no taste.

You have perfect taste. I have to go.

May I come back tomorrow?

No. I'll be in my studio.

Maybe tomorrow afternoon.

I feel better now that I've rested.

I'm happy for you.

What's the matter?

I don't know. Maybe that smell.

The chicken?

No.

The flowers?

- We didn't disinfect. - No.

Yes, yes...

Yes, it's in here. May I?

- It's the onions. - Don't tell me!

The thyme. There's thyme on the chicken.

Mom puts thyme on everything.

That thyme smell brings back memories.

Memories of nature. And nature...

- Nature? - I hate nature.

- You too? - You too?

Yes.

I hate nature. I hate memories.

When people talk about their memories,

they talk about their grandmother.

I hate people with a grandmother.

And large wardrobes. And chicken too, at times.

But chicken is so good.

I hate tears.

I would prefer never to eat chicken again.

- I hold back my tears. - It's too late. I'm crying.

The chicken must be ready, now.

Feeling better?

It's because of your condition. You can cry for nothing.

You realize life won't be the same with a child.

- Don't you think so? - Exactly what I think.

I like it when people come over. It's nice. It's a happy time.

I like parties. I like to go out, have fun, drink, dance.

You can stay for dinner, if you like. We're having chicken.

I'd like to.

It smells so good. It's the thyme.

I recognized the smell of thyme. You can't miss it.

What's the matter?

I don't get it.

I'm thinking about grandma, nature and the large wardrobe.

- You never knew your grandma. - Exactly.

Hello! Are you here to see the apartment?

I'm not buying it. My wife and I have separated.

- I'm going. - Oh, no...

- It smells good here. - It's the thyme.

You're having dinner.

- It doesn't matter. - Yes, it does.

I hate to be disturbed when I eat, especially if I'm hungry.

- Are you hungry? - Very hungry.

- Have some chicken. - I'd love some.

There isn't much left, but please stay. It'll be nice.

Here! Take mine. I'm not hungry.

- It's your chicken. - It doesn't matter.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Is it good?

It doesn't go through.

Add some salt.

- It's not that. It's... - What?

Too much thyme? It brings back memories?

- It's a bit cold. - I'll put it in the microwave.

- Know the story about the cat? - Yes.

You know it.

A sad story! It ruins my appetite.

I wonder what she's doing.

- Who? - My wife. We've separated.

I'm sorry! I was married 41 years.

Did you separate?

- He died. - Any chicken left?

He died a terrible death.

It's normal. Do you know a good hotel?

The Holiday Inn.

- Is it a good place? - Yes.

I have to go get my things. But I don't want to see her.

I understand. What are you going to do?

I don't know. May I wash my hands?

They're greasy because of the chicken.

It's because of the skin.

I'll show you to the washroom.

Here's a clean towel for your hands.

- You're so very nice! - You don't know me...

I have a flair for such things. I know when people are nice.

Your hands aren't greasy? How come? It's incredible!

- I'll be going. - So soon?

You need some privacy to wash your hands.

It's wonderful.

The apartment's nice. The bathroom's very nice.

I measured the bathtub. It's a bit narrow for me.

But the apartment's too big for me alone.

What a nice hat!

This armchair's comfortable.

That's true. Armchair... armchair... armchair...

It looks pretty good to me.

All hell breaks lose.

Softly with his hand.

Claudia's skin was shiny and mirrored the man's body.

Like the chicken!

Does it sound like porn?

Not at all. Just funny.

- You got talent for funny stuff. - Funny? Well...

- I have to phone the hotel. - The phone's here.

I have my cell phone. You're being too kind.

I hope they have a razor and shaving cream

so I'll be all set to go to work tomorrow.

There are only women here. Hello? I'd like a room...

Since my husband died. Does it matter?

- You don't have a razor. - I have my father's razor.

Charlotte! Let's not talk about that.

He would have done that without any hesitation.

He would have done what?

He would have loaned it to someone who needs it.

He would have given his shirt, his last piece of bread...

There!

Follow me.

"funny"...

This razor's at least 30 years old.

The elastic's gone.

You'll bring everything back tomorrow. Right?

You really care about this old stuff?

It's very dear to me.

I always throw old things away. It's more hygienic.

My husband too, since I became pregnant.

Our place looks empty.

Emptiness is... terribly sad.

Terribly.

Terribly.

- Terribly. - You play very well!

You think so?

I'm going. Do you think I should call my wife?

It's better not too. What do you think?

An unhappy childhood, an unhappy adulthood.

Not to mention old age...

I love old age. I hate youth and children.

But not old age. I hope I won't get old.

You'll be old. Nobody'll want you.

Are you sure? Men always find a new mate.

I'm going. Are you coming? I'll take you home.

I'm not finished cleaning the oven and I feel like staying.

My husband's waiting. He must have phoned all the hospitals.

Let's go. Thanks for everything. That chicken was delicious.

Goodnight! Goodnight!

I shouldn't have given him the suitcase.

Think he'll bring it back?

Think he's gonna put that underwear?

Don't worry.

- I've no reason to worry. - None.

- I'm worried. - About what?

- The underwear. - What about the underwear?

It belonged to your father. I feel like I'm unfaithful.

- It can happen. - I've never been unfaithful.

Now I'm unfaithful to him with that Holiday Inn guy.

Go to bed, Mom. You'll get over it.

I'm going.

- You? - Me too.

I'll be lonely without the suitcase.

I have an appointment to see a house for rent.

A big house, not too expensive and not too far from Paris.

Nothing we can do about that smell.

- What smell? - Chicken.

- Even the sheets smell. - You want me to change them?

I hate to sleep in sheets that smell.

I'd like to sleep with you tonight.

I can't bear the thought of sleeping without the suitcase.

Fine.

I'll go and wash up. I'll be right there.

Fine.

Are you sleeping?

I need to talk to someone.

I'd like to confide in you.

Did you hear what Delacre said about old age?

Don't you think it was rude?

Yes.

Want to know what I think about it?

He's right. Old age is the worst part of life.

When we're old, we're not aware of that.

You feel young. And one day, you realize you're old.

What do you think?

- Why are you getting up? - I can't sleep.

- Me neither. - Don't get up, Mom.

I'll clean the kitchen to help me calm down.

I'll do it.

- Why? - To help me calm down.

Then I'll stay in bed.

When we move out, I want you to promise me one thing.

- What? - You'll sleep in your own bed.

We'll each have our room,

far from the kitchen, on 2 different floors.

Like here.

Coming?

What's this, Charlotte?

I don't know. Mrs. Delacre found it in the cupboard

when the fan fell out.

But...

It's my mother's diary... your grandmother's.

Her name was Tosca.

I didn't know it existed.

Everything was lost. Everything...

Over there... She... Well, everything.

- But you're here. - Yes. I was born there.

When the Americans came and saved me...

I don't remember anything.

It's a miracle if I'm here and if you're here too.

Try and read this. It's in Polish.

I'll try. I'm looking at this face.

It's beautiful.

Jestem kobieta!

"I'm a woman!" Exclamation mark.

Nie vol no mi...

Since I'm a woman,

I can't say everything I feel,

about my memories,

my secrets and my thoughts out loud.

All I can do is suffer in silence.

I can only express myself on paper

and I'm sure no one will read this.

You'll be my only confidante.

You'll never betray me.

Your father taught me Polish.

He loved it. Isn't that funny?

What's really wonderful is this portrait. Look.

It's so...

This face and this look,

these big black eyes.

She was an artist. Truly.

Tosca Herenberg. 1924.

He told me: Get undressed, available now,

well-proportioned, all equipped, stinky feet.

Her shiny skin

reflected the man's body.

At the end of the hall, there was an old armchair.

On the armchair, 2 naked bodies embracing and...

Vacuum cleaner. That awful double curtain thing.

Funny?

I think it's sad.

That's it... Once more.

Keep going, Yves. Once again... Again...

Keep going, Yves.

That's it. Keep going. Keep going, Daniel!

It's so quiet.

The body's weight, that's what matters.

I'm being heavy.

Not heavy enough. Don't pull your shoulders up.

- Like this? - That's right.

Light... and heavy.

Delacre didn't come back.

People always do come back with a suitcase.

- Think so? - I'm sure.

Mom, I'm going to bed.

I'll be right there.

C sharp.

Cunt, ass, cock.

Cunt, ass, cock.

It's taking shape.

"Yes, yes... Again. Keep going, Yves."

See you tonight. Don't forget the chicken.

"Yes, yes... Keep going, Daniel."

Don't forget the fish.

That's not bad.

A lot of imagination.

I was really inspired yesterday.

Excuse me, Charlotte,

I couldn't help it, I couldn't resist.

Claudia is such a nice character,

so sensual, so inspiring.

Michèle.

Inspiring?

- Smells stuffy in here. - The countryside...

- The disinfectant. - The White Tornado.

The air's less...

- There isn't any dust. - None, almost.

The tiles have been polished.

The curtains are clean.

There's enough room for a grand piano.

This district...

- It's so quiet. I'm cold. - It's so quiet!

It's a comfortable chair, but it's too deep.

We're renting the house unfurnished.

Don't do that.

The boy didn't finish his milk.

- It's so empty! - So much space!

- Love the countertop. - There's a microwave.

Not easy to find. With the gas.

- You know about the wet cat? - They put it in...

Did you see the skewer? You can put 2 or 3 chickens.

Infrared, automatic cleaning. She didn't cook very often.

Never.

- She left. - I understand.

Sophie left her husband and her child.

I understand.

Understand what?

- Almost empty. - You can fill it.

If you have any appetite.

I'm hungry. Must be the country air.

- Any inconveniences? - Maybe. I don't know.

Otherwise, why would Sophie have left?

Would that be Sophie Delaleux?

Sophie Dormoy, the hairdresser's daughter.

She was in my class, in grade school.

She ran like a boy. She was rebellious.

Must have hated to cook for others.

Probably fed pasta and puree to her child.

Maybe frozen hamburgers, hard-boiled eggs.

It's a way of rebelling.

I never saw it that way. That's a form of rebellion.

There isn't much privacy without double curtains.

Love, eroticism, not much of that going on.

- I'm sad. - Me too.

Why?

Can't explain it.

It's awful to be an only child.

Especially without a dog. Plus living in the country...

All it takes is a bit of music. May I?

I never got married for Sophie's sake.

Me neither.

You're just like me.

It's often like that with an only child.

I got one like that.

You haven't seen everything yet.

Her husband didn't see it coming, otherwise the bath...

Maybe he sensed it.

Sophie is a petite woman.

The washroom and the kitchen don't match with the rest.

It's a matter of taste.

The capacity of the water tank?

I don't know.

You can make bubbles. I love that.

It's good for massaging. When you come home tired...

- No need to go to a spa. - No need.

The bathroom and kitchen don't match with the rest.

It's easy to see.

- Maybe that's why Sophie left. - Things didn't go together.

The view from the kitchen is quite something! You see cows.

The husband and the child will live in Fontainebleau.

This is too big for a man alone.

- Don't you think so? - Cleaning up the place...

I live in an apartment too. You?

- Me too. - It's OK if you're alone.

Why don't you get married?

- Haven't found the right person. - Maybe you'll find her.

- I think about Sophie a lot. - Maybe she thinks about you.

She never looked at me. She did everything fast.

Not the right woman for me.

The living room's a perfect size.

The bedroom's comfortable and there's privacy.

Would you like to see the district?

We'll have a look. You don't need to come.

She went out this way with a small suitcase.

- Who? - Sophie.

How do you know about the suitcase?

I wonder how long she...

Was she alone when she left?

Was she alone? Nobody knows.

Did she have time to think about it or did she just leave?

Maybe the silence affected her?

See how they look at us?

Like they're trying to say something.

I wonder what they're saying.

I've always liked cows. Their presence is soothing.

Look at this sunset...

all that light.

It's gloomy.

Her husband worked in Fontainebleau.

Probably left her alone all day.

These sheep have been sheared.

They look more like goats, don't you think?

I never had a good look at any sheep.

I wonder if they're really sheep.

Maybe they're goats.

No. I think goats are white.

Sheep are beige... golden brown.

I think the child is a boy, maybe 4 or 5.

Too young for Sophie to confide in him.

Maybe she took her bath with him

to stop thinking... daydream...

Not the boy.

He wanted to play, jump, make some noise,

ask questions, ask why.

Did she hear him?

She probably answered "because" absentmindedly.

- And "why?" - "Shut up."

"Why?"

- You should write. - But I'm writing.

Not that stuff. Novels. Realistic novels.

Eroticism can be realistic, when you've lived a little.

Behind every door, there are men and women yelling:

"Do it again!"

I know.

Claudia untied Serge from the bedpost and said:

See you next time. Or rather farewell.

We've done everything we could together,

except die.

We won't see each other again. No more applause.

"The end."

Thank you, Michèle.

Thank you.

One day...

out in the country.

- You like the country? - I love it.

Here! Is it sold yet? I'm still interested.

May I look around again?

It's so beautiful!

This nice bath...

These nice rooms...

What a nice view! A nice kitchen!

It smells great.

We're gonna be happy here.

There's room for 3 children.

- You're back with your wife? - No. I've fallen in love.

- She's... - Beautiful.

- How do you know? And she's... - Soft.

- Yes! And... - Sensitive.

- Yes! You know her? - No.

I like you a lot. There's something about you...

- Something? - You're too sensitive.

And too pure.

- Pure? - May I see the rest?

Great atmosphere!

My God! She's having the baby.

Send an ambulance. Someone's having a baby.

Hot water.

Hot water and clean towels.

We'll call him Simon.

It's a girl.

Sorry! I mean "Simone."

I didn't feel anything.

This is mine. I recognize it.

My baby.

My little Virginia.

Give daddy a smile.

Where's my wife?

What happened to my wife?

What happened to my wife?

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

More to the right.

To the right.

You OK? Are you pregnant again?

No, I'm not. I'm gonna live here with you.

I've never felt better than when I'm here.

Here with me? But I write.

I'll get used to it. Not like you have an illness...

I'll take the 1st floor with the baby. There's plenty of room.

Would you like some coffee?

Tea, please. Not too strong with a bit of sugar.

They lived like that for a number of years.

One of them wrote and cared for the baby.

She called him Simon or Simone.

The other was dancing and living it up

like young women without a lover.

The two mothers raised the child.

All she liked was typing away on the computer...

belonging to her real-or-false mother...

Some tea, please.

Think it's funny?

Like dick, ass, cock...

Her grandparents were elated...

Like dick, ass, cock

One of them wrote down everything about the child:

first steps, first words, first teeth...

gurgling, trying to say "Mom."

The other sometimes forgot about her completely.

The child grew up with her two mothers.

All she liked was typing away on the computer...

Belonging to her real-or-false mother...

Dirty words softly thrown her way.

Her grandparents were elated.

Like dick, ass, cock

Her grandparents were elated.

Like dick, ass, comical.

Translation: Margot Saint-Arnaud TV5 Québec Canada