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When I fall in love, it's always the same story.

Look at me. I look good, don't I?

I'm on a raft in the middle of a lake,

on a sunny day.

What more could I want?

I was afraid I'd have to save you.

No, though the drowning club isn't the worst.

Paul Celan, for example, threw himself into the Seine.

Jeff Buckley

drowned stupidly, everyone thought it was suicide.

Whitney Houston in her bathtub.

Claude François,

electrocuted in his bathtub.

As soon as I saw him, I knew.

It was love at first sight.

He looked like Bob Dylan, spoke like Rimbaud.

And he listened to me.

I used to be a hopeless case, but I...

I find him so beautiful when he listens.

I learned to wait.

-Wait for what? -I'll be right back.

This time, I promised myself I'd do things right.

I was going to be brave, patient and determined.

And it worked.

We were alone in the world.

There was no doubt,

we were made for each other.

If that's how it is, I'm out of here.

ONE YEAR LATER

I don't know if I'll come back.

I'm Liv Sàndor.

I think I just broke up with the man I love.

LIV S.'S LOVE STORIES

A FILM BY ANNA LUIF

He's pretty cute though.

He's nice.

He's shy.

Look who's texting me.

Are you sure it's him?

Yes, look.

But why?

What's the deal?

Are you jealous?

We shouldn't tell children

that love is beautiful.

We should warn them that actually,

it's addictive,

it takes your breath away

and it ends badly.

Even your first love?

Can they hear me?

Yes.

My first love?

It ended the day it began.

His name was Ali Baba.

I'd been madly in love with him for a year

when we finally met again.

That's him.

Ali Baba.

Not bad.

What does Salami want with my mom?

No idea.

Your mom's weird.

Yeah, I know.

Hey.

Liv, what do I hear?

What?

I'm told you're flirting with Ali Baba?

The cute young guy in jeans?

Isn't he a bit old for you?

Salami!

What lies are you telling?

-It's the truth. -Shut up.

Ali, I need to tell you something.

Liv!

-He talked bullshit. -What?

I said she was in love with you.

Really?

I'm not in love with him.

Liv!

Good job putting Salami in his place.

Why didn't you explain to Ali Baba?

He would've understood.

I said nothing because I was too scared.

I already knew there's nothing more painful than love

gone wrong.

I saw him almost every day.

Don't be aggressive.

I'm not being aggressive!

Your therapist says so?

Yes, I have to ask myself who I love more. You or me?

-He wants to sleep with you! -You don't understand anything.

See, I never understand anything.

This therapy helps. I'm learning about myself.

I finally see who I could be. A better life is possible.

Without some stupid peasant as a husband, right?

DREAMS - SÁNDOR ÁGNES

He texted me back.

What does he say?

He's asking if we can meet Wednesday.

It's too risky.

He's really cute.

Tell him.

-Bye. -Bye.

What did you say?

No, it's over.

There's no point believing. It's always the same.

It's easy at first, when you're in love,

you make all these promises.

In the end, you don't keep them.

So, true love?

No, never again.

COTTON CANDY

Since the breakup,

I'm always juggling several at once.

Remember Sarah?

Quiet, sweet as anything?

She showed up at my place

and after three months, started moving furniture around.

She wanted to give me a makeover.

She was tired of my short-sleeved shirts.

Is there something wrong with my shirt?

It's not the shirt that's the problem.

You're the problem.

You disappoint her. She doesn't know how to tell you.

People make mistakes.

Break up, it'll limit the damage.

Are you doing better?

No.

I don't know who I am.

I've always done what was expected

like a good, obedient student.

I made a lot of bad choices during film school.

The worst one was called Paul.

He wanted to adapt for theater

Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage.

What exactly did you like?

Go on. Let's dig a little deeper.

He's motivated, he's open.

Maybe one day, he'll be a great director.

How do you feel?

-I feel a bit stuck. -I could tell.

You can do it standing up, if you want.

Emma and I had been best friends since scouts.

Paul saw in her the potential of a great actress.

In a way, he was right.

Look at him.

He needs a mother, not a lost girl like you.

Mothers are the most lost girls.

Didn't you know that?

It's not altruism.

Altruism.

It's not altruism, it's...

It's not altruism, it's pure cowardice.

It's a mistake. I should have rebelled.

That's good.

That's really good. That's exactly it.

This isn't working, Paul.

You're supposed to tell me what to do. Liv?

Do you know?

-No. -OK, yes.

We're going to do an exercise

to come together, reconnect a bit.

Liv, Luc, are you joining us?

Paul, sorry, but I'm here for Liv.

I can help out, but I'm not doing theater.

-It's... -Come on.

Liv, you sit there,

and Luc, there.

Let me explain how this works.

Look into each other's eyes.

Luc, focus.

It's no harder than med school.

It's a Messner exercise.

-Meisner. -Yes.

Someone starts.

Luc,

tell Liv something you observe about her.

For example: "You have lovely hair."

Liv, you take it, accept it, process it

and throw it back in first person:

"I have lovely hair."

-You have lovely... -Wait.

You repeat the same phrase,

and so on.

When someone feels the need,

they say a new phrase,

always observing the other person.

Go ahead.

You have lovely hair.

I have lovely hair.

You have lovely hair.

I have lovely...

There, blow.

I have lovely hair.

You have lovely hair.

You have a slight squint.

I have a slight squint.

You have a slight squint.

I have a slight squint.

I watched the film again yesterday.

It's really great.

Aren't we a bit young to play this?

It can't be.

-What did you say? -Nothing.

You're quitting smoking?

I'm pregnant.

No, I'm kidding, it's not true. Forget it.

I always did what was expected of me.

I can't perform in this state.

No, exactly. Use that.

Stop, not here.

OK, we're full.

I never loved you, Paul.

I don't care about you.

I'm sorry, Liv.

It's about to start.

We're going on stage. Coming?

Liv? Is the camera rolling?

Let's begin.

I discovered I didn't know who I was.

Better to be alone than in bad company.

Is that how you say it?

It sounds a bit sad put like that, but actually,

it's not so bad being unattached.

What? You want me to tell Dad?

No, I'm not 12 anymore.

That's not how we do it. You said so yourself.

I was playing the field.

Things were simple, no fuss.

Sorry, I'll be right there.

We agreed: no strings attached.

No relationship.

Everyone stays free.

Liv, no, please.

Don't tell me it's over.

-Want to be my twin? -Yes.

You used to talk to me You don't anymore

You used to see me You don't anymore

But one day

You'll tell me

You're the star of my nights

You're the star of my nights

You're the star of my nights

Talk to me when I'm here

And love me when you touch me

Touch me

Touch me

Touch me

I'm the star of your nights

I'm the star of your nights

I'm the star of your nights

This song is for Étienne.

Touch me

Touch me

Look at me

Look at me

Touch me

Touch me

A beer.

I'm Seba.

Liv, nice to meet you.

Étienne.

Hi.

Thanks for the dedication.

You know, Étienne wrote me such a sweet letter.

This is Seba.

I'll be right back.

They're an excellent band.

You came all the way from Liège?

It was worth it.

I'm glad.

I just need to survive until tomorrow.

Why? Where are you sleeping?

Want to come to my place?

OK.

I'm out of here.

That's not your style.

-Make yourself comfortable. -OK.

-Make yourself at home. -Thanks.

-Want some tea? -Yes, please.

-I'll make your bed. -OK.

Want some ham?

No, thanks.

Did you paint this?

Yes, it's for your album cover.

-It's beautiful. -Thanks.

You can put your name here or here, or there too.

Yes.

I won't be long.

Here's your tea.

Who is it?

It's Regula.

She's in my film.

Hey there.

We're going to conquer the world.

You'll follow me to Japan.

They have the best food in the world.

The jazz scene is incredible.

One night, I saw a guy get on stage with a chainsaw

instead of his guitar.

What do you mean, "Wow"?

It was totally dangerous.

Absolutely.

Look at me, beautiful.

Open your eyes.

Are you shy?

-Look at me. -Ow!

What?

Hey!

Julie!

Anna!

How did you find me?

You too?

There's someone.

Liv is in the bathroom.

-No, Julie. -Liv?

Liv!

Liv, come out of the closet.

Liv, I'm really sorry.

We're wasted.

We're not usually like this. Stay.

You always have such annoying girlfriends.

Watch out, damn it!

Watch it, asshole.

That night, on that street, I ran into Luc.

I followed him through the city until dawn.

And just like that, a little flame rekindled.

It was completely surreal.

Marcello!

Who do we have here?

A lost girl.

Ditching your colleagues?

What are you doing alone at dawn with a kitten by the lake?

It's complicated.

Always your little dramas.

It's my heart.

Every time it falls in love, it stops beating.

Do you have a cure?

A prescription, doctor?

No.

And at the theater, back then,

why did you leave?

I didn't want to be your consolation prize.

With Luc, I believed like never before.

Everything seemed perfect.

We grew up together, hand in hand.

It was sweet, delicate.

We loved each other so much we didn't need to say it.

The wildest dreams seemed possible.

We were going to be together forever.

Finally, I'd made it,

happy and in love, all at the same time.

THE END

REGULA

A FILM BY LIV SÀNDOR

After years of being delicate,

it was clear that delicacy wasn't enough for me.

YOU OWE ME A DRINK

It didn't take long

for the fantasy machine to start up again.

His name was Ben,

he was a journalist and smelled like adventure.

Want to come clothes shopping with me?

No, I hate shopping.

"I hate shopping."

Aren't you being a bit pretentious?

No. Why?

You're famous. I'm just a small journalist.

I understand.

Are you afraid it would bother Luc?

No, it wouldn't bother Luc at all.

You know,

we trust each other.

"We, we, we"...

You're driving me crazy with your "we".

"We visited Italy, we bought a great sofa."

Is there still an "I" in your life, Liv Sàndor?

Or did it drown,

lost in the bourgeois comfort of that big "we"?

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

Are you still sleeping with Luc?

We haven't made love in a year.

It's hard to talk about because it's taboo.

Many people stay together without making love.

Some are asexual, sex doesn't interest them.

They'd rather take a walk in the forest or have a good meal.

"It's a deep, unconscious human desire

"to get healing from a partner

"for all past wounds

"and compensation for what was missing:

"'With you, I'll finally get what I lacked as a child.

"'You're going to heal me.'

"This attitude belongs to parent-child relationships

"and has no place

"in adult romantic relationships.

"It inevitably undermines the balance

"between closeness and distance.

"No wonder romantic feelings

"and sexual relations between partners fade."

No, stop.

No.

Look over there.

Look.

Me too.

Us too.

It's Emma and Paul.

Yes.

Emma's studying psychology, you know?

I know.

And Paul, I think he's struggling at the theater.

His last production got terrible reviews.

We read them together, Liv.

-Really? -Yes.

Are you sure?

Liv!

-Hi. -Hi.

-Hi. -Hi.

Did you try hiding in the trees?

No, why would I do that?

You haven't changed, Liv.

What do I see?

You're really made for each other.

You think so?

Is it a girl or a boy?

A girl.

Your film about Regula was a hit.

It's really great.

-Really? -I saw it three times.

I'm really proud of you.

What are you working on now?

I interview people about their relationship with animals.

The scariest animals are monkeys.

They're like humans, they kill each other.

Why do I hate rabbits so much?

I don't know.

They're sneaky animals that won't let you pet them.

Nothing concrete is emerging yet.

I don't know.

Maybe you're too happy?

I always feel guilty.

I hope so.

No, I'm teasing.

You and Luc,

you're so beautiful.

I hope things go well for Paul, Emma and their baby.

How so?

What could go wrong?

Maybe I love you too much,

so much that you don't want me anymore.

Never.

Who is he?

He doesn't matter at all.

We didn't make it, Liv.

We didn't make it.

I'm sorry. It was a mistake.

You're who I want to be happy with.

You can't be happy.

Why?

I love you, you love me.

Why are you sleeping with someone else?

I'm just a stupid doctor who goes to work every day,

who does his job.

I can only love you, I can't do more.

I never thought I could love like this.

You're the love of my life.

If we split up, what about the child?

If we become parents?

We need to sort this out first.

Yes, agreed.

We have to write everything down,

what could happen if I fall in love again.

If you fall in love again? Why are you saying that now?

I don't want you to kill me and my new girlfriend.

You asked me if what I experienced as a child during the war

had anything to do with my relationships.

Probably yes.

You know, I'm sometimes sad,

because I think I'd have been made

for a relationship that works.

Your father and I were so in love at first,

but we never spoke the same language.

During the divorce, I had this image:

if you have a pan with hot oil

and you put water in it, it splatters.

It's not the oil's fault or the water's, but it splatters.

I feel empty.

It's my fault again, is that it?

You're not the center of everything.

I don't understand.

You're here with me in my mom's trailer.

It's beautiful out, our friends are coming soon.

How can you feel empty?

Are you listening? This isn't about you.

Besides, they're your friends, not mine.

And honestly,

Paul

is the most boring man of all time.

Stop trashing my friends.

You invite them and I can't say anything?

I have an idea. Let's invite your friends.

Right, you don't have any.

Did you need to bring all this?

What?

I don't know exactly what we'll do.

We're probably not going fishing.

We have what we need, just in case.

It's there, right?

I don't know, it's the only trailer.

Liv!

Call him.

I'm not calling him.

-Emma, hi. -We're a bit early, sorry.

No, it's fine.

Hi, Mia.

How are you?

-Hi. -How are you?

Look who's here?

Hi.

-How are you? -Are you OK?

Welcome.

This is our trailer, yes.

Nice.

Hey there. You're Mia, right?

Last time I saw you, you were tiny.

Want to play hide-and-seek?

Want to have a drink first?

I want to play hide-and-seek.

-Right now? -Yes.

Your wish is my command.

Is Liv counting?

Come on, let's go.

-Watch the bags. -Sorry.

-Wanna play hide and seek? -You coming?

I'll let you go.

15,

16,

17,

18,

19.

Coming!

Where are you?

Did you all disappear?

Paul, I found you.

Mia too, I found you.

She cheated.

For sure.

Want to climb? Go ahead.

No. And there?

No. And there, no.

Aren't you looking for the others?

Should I take you to the top?

Want to?

You're here.

I looked everywhere for you.

Did we hide too well?

No, you hid too well.

Where were you?

I won't tell you. Otherwise it's not a secret anymore.

Are you OK?

What's this thing between you and Emma?

You're crazy.

What did you do?

You're scaring me.

"We hid too well."

And Emma's so naive...

Are you serious?

Would I sleep with a pregnant woman

while her boyfriend and daughter play hide-and-seek?

I knew you were crazy,

but you've completely lost it.

I'm sorry.

You need to learn to control yourself.

I try every day.

It's no use.

What are you suggesting?

Getting wasted every day, like you?

I can't take it anymore, I'm leaving.

No, stay, please, Ben.

Don't come near me.

I'm a monster, I know.

Don't touch me.

One more.

He's going to get dizzy.

I suggested Ben write an in-depth article

on how I approach my new play,

how I make contact with Lars von Trier.

Where's Ben?

I don't know.

Liv!

-Can I help? -No, you're pregnant.

You're not doing anything.

How are you?

Good, and you?

Well...

Paul wants to write a musical about Lars von Trier's life.

He wrote him a letter six months ago

and he's still waiting for a reply.

That's a good idea.

Are you OK?

-Where's Ben? -I don't know.

Maybe he went to buy something.

Paul, do you know where Ben is?

No.

Want me to go check?

No, handle the sausages instead.

Do you cook those?

No, but put the bratwurst in first.

When Ben and I met,

we promised to love each other like Bonnie and Clyde,

without mercy.

When we broke up, I was so exhausted

I had no strength left to feel anything.

My heart was numb.

15 years and two kids later,

Paul finally proposed to Emma.

So I wouldn't go alone,

I invited a guy I met online.

I WANDER UNDER THE SUN

BUT I'LL SOON BE NEAR YOU

We'd spend entire nights texting each other.

We'd never met, never spoken.

I found it so romantic

and I was filled with hope.

Liv!

Hi.

I barely recognized you.

It's been so long.

The film about the fat woman was great.

You did something about animals,

what was it called?

The Silence of Animals.

That didn't do as well.

Now you're doing something about family, right?

-About couples? -Yes.

What about the kids?

Liv!

Emma!

You look beautiful.

Thanks.

Mia chose everything for me.

For the name tag, I just put DJ Imalas.

-I hope that's OK. -It's perfect.

-Emma! -Thanks.

Liv!

Hi, Paul.

Good to see you.

Congrats on your musical's success.

Thanks. I'm happy.

When do I sing?

-You're gonna do it? -Yes.

I'm so happy for you, Liv.

After Paul's speech.

This is the best moment.

-Yes. -OK.

Did you find your seat?

Hello.

DJ IMALAS

One, two.

Dear Emma,

dear Mia, dear Carl,

to you and your marriage.

Yes!

That was beautiful.

Thank you, Liv, for that moving moment, that beautiful song.

Now, I suggest we raise our glasses to our newlyweds. Cheers.

Congratulations and let's enjoy the day. Thank you.

-Hey, princess. -Hey, DJ.

My face is all red.

I forgot my sunscreen.

Sorry. I'm covered in it.

The path stopped. I had

to walk through the bushes.

You have no idea how happy I am to be here,

with you.

I've been waiting for this for so long.

Liv, I didn't come empty-handed.

I brought you a riddle.

-Want to play? -Yes.

Close your eyes.

Focus.

Imagine a desert,

just a horizon line.

And in this world...

Wait, can you close your eyes?

Imagine a desert,

just a horizon line.

In this world, there's a cube.

What's it made of?

Glass?

Does it feel unusual, suffocating

or familiar?

Can you close your eyes, please?

For the riddle.

There's a ladder.

Where is it?

Is it anchored in the ground or floating?

What kind of ladder is it?

Is it steel or wood?

Please, try...

Can you close your eyes?

It would mean a lot to me that you take this seriously.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Mia!

Everything OK?

I don't understand.

I've never felt so close to someone.

I thought she felt the same way.

That afternoon,

I decided I'd had enough.

No more online dating,

no more secret café meetings,

no more nights hunting for the perfect man.

Two months later, I met him.

John.

Liv.

Now he doesn't talk like Rimbaud anymore

and doesn't look much like Bob Dylan.

He's just John.

Liv, over here!

-Liv! -Liv!

-You're still here? -Yes.

Where are you going?

I'm going home.

-We... -Go on, give it to her.

We have something for you.

What is it?

To replace the one that broke when you were little.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

I'm going home, but...

Thank you, really.

-Ciao. -Ciao.

Maybe loving is a skill,

like piano or gymnastics.

If you don't learn from a young age,

you'll never be a virtuoso.

Just because you're not a virtuoso

doesn't mean you can't play.

Am I wrong?

John, are you there?

Are you OK? Can I come closer?

You're not going to try to drown me?

No, not anymore,

though the drowned club isn't the worst.

Paul Celan, for instance, threw himself in the Seine.

Jeff Buckley in the Mississippi.

Whitney Houston in her bathtub.

Bobbi Kristina.

Woyzeck,

probably in a pond.

Ophelia.

Claude François.

Virginia Woolf.

Pockets full of big stones.

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