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Come on, up you get, lads!

Come on, up, up!

We have to leave in ten minutes.

Come on, get moving.

Come on, get moving. Morning, boss.

Please, it's time to go.

Come on, get a move on.

Come on, get to it, lads!

I know. It isn't easy.

Hey! My wallet!

Stop!

Come back here!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop, will you!

Please, stop!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Excuse me, is there a problem?

Did someone try to rob you?

Yes. This gentleman got my wallet back.

-Check nothing is missing. -I already have.

-What do you do for a living? -I'm not working at present.

Forget it. Let's go.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

No, wait.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I saw her again the other day.

Anna.

I gave her that name because she resembles my mother.

Just as beautiful,

just as magnetic.

I call her Anna because she resembles my mother.

Just as...

beautiful, just as...

magnetic.

Radiant.

This woman's resemblance

to my mother may be mere chance.

But the fact that she works in the flat where I was born,

across the street,

is more than mere coincidence.

Is more than mere coincidence...

Perfect.

Was that all right?

Yeah.

Give me a hand?

It looks completely real!

Doesn't it?

How are you getting home?

What do you mean?

With all that coming down outside.

I love it. It's beautiful.

Shall we go to my place?

We should get going.

No. Tonight I'm taking time for myself.

Are we ready?

Let's do it.

I'll walk you home.

Why?

It's late.

So what?

Well... it's dangerous out there.

I'm old enough to manage on my own.

Why do you keep pushing me away lately?

Because I'm sick of it.

Of what?

You always think something is going to happen to me.

Fine. Have it your way.

Fine.

Oh...

See you.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, it's you.

I knocked.

Did you forget something?

Everything's fine.

Except that I'm freezing.

Are you planning to stay?

If you'd rather, I'll go.

Or I can leave.

Look, I don't understand. I thought you were expecting me.

Go home.

Your wife is waiting for you.

What about the camera?

Why did you turn it away?

I knew you were spying on me.

And that it would bring me here.

It's hard seeing you during the day,

then at night...

having to forget you.

What do you want me to do?

Believe me.

Believe what?

That I love you.

Pierre...

Listen...

No. It's the truth.

You're a strong man.

I'm a strong man?

So I can't love anyone?

You can love

your wife, your child...

Pierre!

Do you know how to turn up the heating in here?

See? You are strong.

If you were weak, you wouldn't let me go so easily.

You enjoy playing with people, don't you?

Making me feel guilty.

Is that what you enjoy?

What I'd enjoy is being warmed up a bit.

It's already as high as it goes.

I'm freezing.

What about Christophe?

What about Christophe...

That's between you and me.

-All right? -Mm-hm.

Sorry. I thought you'd already left.

I can come back later.

No, go ahead. It's fine.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. It's my back again...

It'll be fine.

-I was worried. You took ages. -Not at all.

I rang ten times.

I was asleep.

I came straight away.

I didn't sleep a wink, with all the rain and thunder.

What rain?

-Didn't it rain last night? -No.

Is that blood?

I cut myself.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

Do you still boil your ready-made meals?

I don't want microwaves to kill me.

-Cook something yourself! -I don't have time.

But you don't care if lung cancer kills you?

Exactly.

What?

You've changed.

How very perceptive!

-What's this? -I wanted a baby.

-Who's the father? -I don't know.

-Well done! -It was a sperm donation!

What?

-No, nothing. -It was my choice.

Not this little fellow's.

As it happens, she's a little girl.

What's this?

What's what?

It was in that mess over there.

You were meant to pack, not unpack.

Oh, give it a rest!

You come every six months

and do nothing but complain.

I'm pleased to see you too.

I found someone

to help you.

I don't need help. I don't want a stranger in my home.

He won't bother you.

Who is he?

A quiet young man.

You'll never manage alone in two weeks.

A quiet young man sounds suspicious.

Quiet people are suspicious,

talkative ones are shallow,

the young are thieves, the old are nosy...

Stop it!

My head is a mess!

Do what you like, but get off my back!

Sorry.

Can we still talk, at least?

-Tissues as well? -Yes.

How are you paying?

Listen, you.

You stink. Stay away from my bedroom.

All right?

Well then...

-Hi. -Hi.

You took your time.

Yeah, I was asleep.

What happened?

I cut myself.

Right...

Still doing those old-lady bain-marie routines?

I don't want

microwaves to kill me.

You'd rather die in a glass explosion?

Still better than cancer.

Suit yourself.

Thanks.

Wait, give it here.

So you slept here?

The RER line was closed.

You left on your bike.

I changed my mind on the way.

-Why? -“Why?”

Just because.

There's a smell, isn't there? It stinks.

Yeah.

Whenever it rains heavily, the next day

there's a smell of sewage.

I'd say it smells more like a dead rat.

Pierre will buy some air freshener.

You weren't too cold,

all by yourself?

What do you mean?

Well... it gets cold here at night.

I understood that. Why “all by yourself”?

Nothing. I don't know.

Were you with someone?

Have the courage

to ask me directly.

Were you cold? That's all.

Hi.

Hi, Christophe.

Hi.

Let's do it again.

Really? Why?

There's a noise.

That same noise again.

I can't hear anything.

I can.

What is it?

I don't know. It sounds like...

a woman screaming.

Yeah.

Probably the neighbours.

Point the microphone towards the walls.

Come and look.

See the fifth-floor flat with the light on?

The one with flowerpots on the balcony.

Go over and knock. See if anyone answers.

-How do I get into the building? -It's open.

What do I say?

Nothing. Just see if anyone answers.

Someone living alone in the building opposite

may have been dead for several days.

Are you certain?

I don't know, but the light is on

and no one answers the door.

What is your connection to this person?

He's just a neighbour.

Franck finally dropped dead.

Tonight, Franck's door was broken down,

Help!

and his stinking corpse was taken from the toilet.

Help!

When he was young, this man's scent intoxicated my mother

whenever he stepped onto his balcony,

Help!

supposedly to water his plants,

but mainly to spy through the window into our flat.

Today, years later,

I see a man who reminds me of my father

when he discovered his wife was sleeping with Franck.

Dad?

You and your brother are spending tonight at Mum's across the street.

Why?

I need to be alone.

Why?

For a long time, my father shut himself in this room at night

with the telescope he'd given me for my ninth birthday,

watching his wife with the man who had destroyed our family.

Years later,

I realised that, despite his claims,

my father hadn't bought this flat

to be near my brother and me,

but to watch my mother.

For a long time, my father...

shut himself in this room at night

with the telescope he'd given me for my ninth birthday,

watching his wife with the man who had destroyed our family.

Years later,

I realised that, despite his claims,

my father hadn't bought this flat

to be near my brother and me,

but to watch my mother.

Years after my father's suicide on that autumn evening,

my mother's scream still echoes here.

From then on, my life became a wait to learn the fate

of the man who had destroyed our little family.

And then, years later, in this very flat,

a woman appeared...

Coffee?

Are you bored?

All right...

Have you read Simenon's Mr Hire's Engagement?

It's about a voyeur

who shuts himself away at home to spy on the woman across the street.

That's nice to hear!

What is?

It's cruel to ask a writer,

“Have you read such-and-such?” You might as well say,

“This is shit.”

Don't start again.

Are you criticising me or my book?

The voyeur

who shuts himself away at home...

Forget it.

Drink your coffee and keep reading.

Having a little tantrum?

Tell me you dislike it, but don't patronise me.

Do you want me to flatter you?

No. Instead of taking digs at me, tell me the truth.

That's what I did last time.

Well... I've changed a great deal!

So far, it's almost the same.

That “almost”

cost me a month's work!

It's still—

I don't care!

I'm writing

what really happened!

Did your father really kill himself?

He should have, instead of suffering all his life.

Fine, give it to me. I'll read it at home.

No. Don't trouble yourself.

Sylvie, people don't behave like that now.

How do they behave?

More rationally than in your writing.

People are still pieces of shit.

They've just learned rational arguments

to justify being pieces of shit.

That's not true!

It is. I know people.

How do you know them?

How long had it been since you went out

before I forced you to come here?

When did you last speak to one of those pieces of shit?

Just now.

Oh, honestly...

I can't stand her anymore.

She's unbearable.

I don't know why I stay here.

Goodbye.

Why do I stay with her?

She's an idiot!

Unbearable!

Will her boyfriend find out that she's sleeping with the boss?

What?

In your story.

I'd like to read the rest.

Another, please.

Why are you following me?

Your niece wants me to watch over you.

Do I look as though I need it?

No.

Well then?

My bag is at your place.

I'll wait for you outside.

Another, please.

Are you out of your mind?

Put that out at once!

There's no ashtray.

What was your name again?

Adam.

Here.

I'll give it back tomorrow.

I don't want it anymore.

Shall we go?

-Are you all right? -Mm-hm.

Stay.

What?

Can you stay? I need help.

I'll pay you.

Go into the bedroom. I'll call if I need you.

What are you having?

Nothing.

Then why did you ask me to come here?

What is this?

Listen.

Mm-hm.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

There's nothing left to say.

Is that all?

What would you like to hear?

You're doing this to me?

Stop it.

This is what you've wanted for a long time.

I gave you what you wanted.

-Can I come up? -I'm going home.

I have sounds to record in your area.

Drop me here.

Here?

Yeah.

Aren't you going to say anything?

What are you talking about?

I was waiting for you to bring it up yourself.

What do you mean?

Stop pretending.

Anna must have told you. I know everything.

Why?

Er...

We'll talk about it another time.

There won't be another time.

It's now.

Tell me why.

What?

Do you expect me to come back to work?

It's more complicated than it looks.

We'll discuss it.

No.

I just want to know why.

Tell me.

It happened...

little by little.

I grew attached to her.

And her?

She did too.

Satisfied?

I'm late.

My wife will worry.

I don't think she'll worry anymore.

She will.

I sent her your recordings.

What recordings?

Yours.

From the other night.

You didn't do that.

Sorry.

I swear!

Well, what the hell are you doing?

Come and see.

Let's see if it works.

What about this?

Do you like it?

I don't know.

-Hello. -Hello.

Then take it.

The bottles

and glasses get packed. -Okay.

Gran, can I have this?

Don't touch that.

He can have it.

Are you sure?

I don't need it anymore.

Well done! Did you finish your book?

Well... yes.

And did you thank me?

Yeah. Right at the beginning.

May I have a copy?

I threw it away.

I got rid of it.

But why?

Do you know how people reproduce now?

No. How?

People don't make love anymore.

Women

sign up on a website,

order a little sperm and, hey presto.

That's how my niece will become a mother.

What has that got to do with your book?

Oh... my stories no longer fit

the times.

Then why do you keep writing?

Do you know the difference between humans

and animals?

Humans know that one day they'll die.

Animals don't.

So? I don't understand.

Forget it.

Don't lift that

with your back! Adam!

Yes?

Not at all.

Oh, yes.

No, the man in the studio has a bad back.

You asked me about your novel.

Oh!

That pig screws the girl

every night!

Are you jealous or something?

-Hello. -Hello.

Hey, come and look.

Strip the wallpaper from the toilet and throw it away.

Excuse me, I'm sitting there.

Sorry, I didn't see your bag.

I'll sit here.

-Are you sure? -Yes, no problem.

Do you come here often?

Sometimes. It's the cheapest place in the neighbourhood.

That's true.

Adam.

Pleased to meet you.

Nita.

What is it?

You have a beautiful name.

Thank you.

Where does it come from?

Romania, I think.

May I use your name?

Sorry?

For something I'm writing.

What are you writing?

A novel.

Wow.

-Have you published anything? -No.

For now, I'm writing.

By the way, do you know the difference

between humans and animals?

The difference between humans and animals?

I don't know... There are plenty.

Yes, but the most important one.

Speech.

Humans know they will die. Animals don't.

I'd never thought of that.

Writing lets us forget

that we're going to die.

I'd have thought writing was a way to...

not forget.

Do you write too?

I keep a sort of journal, but it's only for myself.

I don't really write.

Do you like reading?

Mm-hm.

Poetry, mostly.

Sorry to disturb you

during your lunch.

What's your novel about?

It's about...

a girl.

Nita.

Nita.

And, in part, the life...

my mother's story,

from her point of view.

It sounds interesting.

No...

Honestly, I'd like to, but I'm snowed under.

I finish late every night.

Oh, right. I understand.

Read the beginning. If you dislike it, throw it away.

-I barely have time to eat. -I understand.

-Sorry. -No problem.

Do you know Georges Simenon?

-Sorry? -Have you read Simenon?

Er... no.

-No? -No.

You should. Especially Mr Hire.

All right. Thank you.

Thank you.

Adam!

Coming!

See if you can find a dressing.

Otherwise, go to the chemist's.

-And antiseptic? -What for?

It's infected.

No! Do you think so?

What's that?

Mould. It was all I could find.

What for?

On a wound, it clears the infection.

-How do you know that? -I just do.

Have you been in prison?

Well?

You only learn that in prison.

Should I be afraid?

I've never hurt anyone.

Then why prison?

Theft.

-What? -Theft.

Fetch my glasses.

What?

Nothing.

They suit you.

Tell me...

isn't stealing still hurting people?

I didn't steal from people, only shops.

Shall I throw all this away?

No. Someone is coming to collect it.

May I take one?

Take whatever you like.

Just the poetry.

Do you like poetry?

A man in prison

used to read poems.

I liked them.

Thank you.

Here. Read this too.

It's you.

It was me.

Hi.

Well? Did you read it?

How long have you been watching me?

Can we talk about it?

Keep calling her Anna.

Is that all?

Can I have it back?

The other day, you said I could throw it away.

If you didn't like it.

Wait. I'll go and get it.

Don't bother. I can come up.

Thank you.

Sorry. It was for my novel.

You have a vivid imagination.

But I have nothing to do with your story.

Or with the girl you invented.

Coming.

Hello?

Where are you?

Okay. Have you seen the manuscript I left on the table?

Oh, all right.

No, that's fine.

Yeah, okay.

Yes, see you shortly.

My colleague took it.

-Shall I bring it to the restaurant? -At lunch today?

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow lunchtime, then.

Hi.

Hi.

Feeling better?

A little. I took a sleeping pill.

-See a doctor. -I have an appointment this afternoon.

Have you had breakfast?

No.

All right.

We can start.

Okay.

Wait.

Work, work, work...

You need to look after your health.

Oh.

-Did you read it? -Yeah, I skimmed it.

And?

It's strange. Rather creepy, even.

Creepy!

It's only a story.

Why did you take it?

What's this?

-Someone left it on my windscreen. -Who?

Don't you recognise the handwriting?

Yeah.

Why would he write me something like this?

Well, from a distance, he...

imagined I was with Théo and cheating on him with you.

What are you doing?

Darling...

Let it go, honestly.

Some man saw us from a distance and got carried away.

That's all. Okay?

“Aren't you ashamed of screwing your mate's girlfriend, arsehole?”

-Isn't that rather creepy? -Not really...

The man I met wasn't remotely frightening.

His story is about his mother.

Would you like sauce?

Er, I don't know.

Put it on the side.

Already done.

I brought food.

This is my favourite.

Have you read it before?

Twice.

How do you write these stories?

Why?

How do you invent them?

Why do you want to know?

I'd like to write too.

Write what?

Stories.

Really?

What a peculiar idea!

I have a good imagination.

Well, well.

How do you know that?

Prisoners have imagination.

Mm-hm.

Sorry.

Today marks three years since I started working here.

I never imagined it would be my career.

Exactly three years ago, I made my first sound effect.

Before that,

I had no idea footsteps in films were recreated.

When I started, Nico told me to pay attention

to the nuances of every gait.

It was incredible.

I realised I'd never noticed it before.

I hadn't realised how differently people walked.

Since I began watching people's feet,

I've felt more warmly towards them.

When they pass me on the pavement,

I feel as if I understand them,

as if I can feel what they feel.

Every person's footsteps tell an entire story.

Hi.

May I sit down?

I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

I'd like to talk about you.

There's nothing special about me.

Nothing in my life would be of any use to you.

It's an ordinary, unremarkable life. Like anyone else's.

Was your mother really born in the studio?

Yes.

Why did you think I was with Théo?

Who's Théo?

My colleague. The one you call...

Christophe.

I don't know. It's...

how it looks.

He's his brother.

It's only a story.

Then why leave that thing for Nicolas?

All we do in that studio is work.

There are no cameras. Nobody is cheating on anyone.

Théo isn't in love with me.

My boyfriend has no family.

Nobody wants to kill anyone. Sometimes I sleep there

because I'm exhausted, but alone.

You see? It's a life that's...

ordinary and repetitive.

I can change all that.

Why?

Well, to make it more realistic.

Then it would be entirely pointless.

I'm telling you this so you know that the things

you believe about us aren't true.

Here. This is for you.

May I ask you something?

Stop spying on me.

Promise me?

Adam?

Adam?

Oh...

See you later.

Try to get some rest.

Yes, I will.

-All right, love you. -See you later. Love you.

He seems a little better, doesn't he?

Yeah. In any case,

he's in good spirits.

Have you seen my notebook?

Your notebook? No.

Can I eat something, or do you want to continue?

No,

of course. Eat.

Take your time.

Would you like some salad?

No, thank you. That's kind.

After this project, I'm sleeping for three weeks!

Dream on! You know your brother.

We'll have to start the next one.

Wow.

This rain is incredible.

I'll take the RER.

What?

It reminds me of that man's story.

How so?

Exactly the same thing is happening.

It's raining. She wants to cycle. The RER has stopped.

So she sleeps here and her colleague joins her.

So is her colleague Nico, or me?

Nico.

Because you're my boyfriend.

Yeah.

It's crazy...

Why did he think we were together?

From a distance, it might look that way.

Yeah.

Right, shall we get back to it?

What's happening?

One minute. Sorry!

Are you all right?

Is it starting again?

Wait.

Look over there!

Forget the painkillers. Stay lying down

at home for a month.

-Shall I drive you home? -I'll take a pill first.

No,

there aren't any left.

I'll go and buy you some.

-Fuck... -All right?

Here.

-There, sit down. -Gently.

Yes, I'm here.

There.

-Wait. -Wait, wait.

What the hell are you doing?

Why don't you take a day off?

-With all this work? -Who cares?

I'm going.

Thanks, darling.

That'll be €6.90, sir.

Thank you.

Your receipt.

-Thank you. -Goodbye. Have a nice day.

Hello, sir.

There you are. Thank you. Goodbye.

Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

Then what are you doing here?

I bought dressings for my mother.

I spoke to you to be kind.

But now,

you're really bothering me.

I like it when we talk.

You're confusing everything. I'm not your character.

All right?

Sit down.

No, thank you.

Then go and throw away

those bloody mice.

May I keep them for a few days?

Why?

I killed their mother.

Sit down.

Have you met her?

Who?

The girl opposite.

No.

Then why do you have her notebook?

I stole it from her.

What?

On the RER.

Why did you do that?

I wanted to know her.

You're mad.

You're completely insane.

Why did you keep my manuscripts?

I wanted to read them.

The motor on the right blind was broken.

On the left, it was the sensor

in the control that had failed.

-Will you be finished soon? -Yes, nearly done.

That lunatic will wreck the entire schedule.

Are we keeping the blinds down

all the time?

Otherwise, we call the police.

No!

It won't happen again.

You've said that before.

It isn't my fault.

Darling,

it's four. Didn't you have an MRI?

Oh, shit.

What do I do with this project? It's due tomorrow morning!

We'll handle it.

You shouldn't even have come in with your back.

Go on, hurry.

Théo.

Yeah?

Can you finish it this evening?

Nita and I will stay

until we've finished.

Here.

After the MRI, go home and rest. Okay?

What!

What?

It's getting intense now! This is really cool.

-All done? -Yes, yes.

Thanks again.

-You're welcome. Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Come on.

Come on, Nita.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Maria... it's my back.

Would you help me up,

please?

Lean on me.

Sit here.

Wait.

There.

Wait. I'll call for help.

No, there's no need! Please.

Are you sure?

I'm sorry.

It's no trouble.

I came to air the place and saw a light. I wondered who was here.

I wanted to see the building opposite.

Some man is spying on us.

Who is he?

I don't know. A young man.

He wrote a story about us and gave it to Nita.

I've known the people in that building for a long time,

but there is no young writer.

Is there a problem?

No. I was only curious. I wanted to know who he was.

-Wait. I'll help you up. -Thank you.

-There. -Thank you.

-Shall I call your colleagues? -Please don't. You'll worry them.

-Thank you, Maria. -I'll leave you.

And I'm sorry.

Hello?

-Sylvie, can you talk? -Yes.

Yes, the...

Yes, why?

He did something very strange.

Why did you do that?

What?

You gave her my novel!

Why?

To find out what she thought of it.

Oh, really? And?

She liked it very much.

“You wrote an interesting story.”

You or me?

You'd thrown it away.

How did she read it?

I retrieved it and copied it out.

And told her you'd written it?

Is that it?

I'm sorry.

You're a fraud.

Take your things and leave.

Take it up with the person who brought you here.

And leave the keys.

Madam, shall I take the books from this room too?

Yes.

Shall we do another take?

No, that was good.

How many are left?

A lot.

Can we resume tomorrow morning?

No, we have to finish tonight.

I'm starving!

Order yourself something.

Er...

Yeah, but what about you?

I'm fine.

Come on, let's take a break.

We'll get some air, then start again.

Okay, go on.

Come on.

-Good evening. -Good evening.

How are you?

And is your grandson well?

He's started school, hasn't he? He's so sweet!

Thank you.

By the way, did you find that man?

Who?

The man opposite. The writer.

How do you know about that?

Your colleague.

He was trying to find him.

He always exaggerates. It's nothing important.

Nita?

Yes?

You're like a daughter to me, so...

I have to tell you something.

Yes?

Is there a problem?

Earlier, your colleague was in the flat next door.

I wonder if he was spying on you.

Maybe he really did go there to...

try to find the window of the man opposite.

I don't know.

Why would he spy on us? I mean...

I don't know.

He thinks there's something between us.

Why would he think that?

You know him better than I do.

What do you mean?

He's suspicious.

He suspects everyone.

Even me?

Or me.

No, I don't believe it.

Okay.

What's wrong?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I'm wondering

what Nico has imagined about us...

Does he think we sleep together

whenever his back is turned?

Sir!

We close in five minutes.

Are you all right?

It'll be all right.

All right? It'll be all right.

Then again, I can understand...

his concern.

Concern? Why?

I don't need to spell it out,

but you're very attractive...

You're...

Stop! Honestly, please.

I swear, that's reason enough for a man

to be suspicious.

You're his brother!

Yeah, I'm his brother.

But much younger.

That's ridiculous.

Isn't that what he wrote in his novel?

It didn't come from nowhere.

Come on.

-We haven't finished the scene. -Wait!

Sit down. We have time.

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

Let me look at you.

What are you doing?

Théo, no.

Théo, no.

Stop, please.

Please stop. Please!

Stop!

Just stop!

Wait...

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me...

I'm sorry, Nita.

Don't come near me!

Don't speak to me.

Okay.

-Nita... -Don't come near me!

I don't know what came over me.

I'm so sorry...

Don't come near me!

I'm sorry.

Stay away!

Nita...

Fuck!

Fuck...

Oh, fuck...

Nita?

Please, listen to me.

I know.

I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry.

I lost control. I'm so ashamed...

I'm so ashamed.

Oh, fuck, I can't believe it! Oh, fuck...

Nita, please.

I just want us to talk.

-One minute. Let's talk. -No.

Can we sit down and talk, please?

Nita.

I'll walk you to the station. Then we can...

Wait, please! Hey!

It was just an accident. I don't know what happened.

I just want us to sit down

and talk for two minutes.

Let me out or I'll call the police.

I followed you to give you something I'd written.

Hey!

What do you want?

He doesn't want anything. Leave him alone. Go.

-Get out of here! -What are you after?

I'm giving her something.

What for?

To find out what she thinks of it.

Why are you doing this?

Did you write that shitty novel?

Want to know what I think?

-Please. -Ask me.

Do you want to know what I think?

-No! -Let go of me, please!

No!

Let go of me!

Stop it!

Stop!

Stop!

Oh, fuck!

Let me see.

Are you all right?

Get out. Go.

-That's enough. -Go.

That's enough! No!

Arsehole!

Stop!

Calm down!

-No! -Arsehole!

Come here!

Come back, you bastard!

Stop. I said stop!

Stop!

Fine, I'm calling the police.

You're an arsehole!

Can one become a writer without ever writing a line?

With no talent but the ability to imagine,

to lie,

and sometimes to commit petty theft?

When one does not even know when, or where,

or from which mother's womb

one was cast into the chaos of the world?

What happened?

Théo...

Hi.

Didn't you go

home last night?

No, I worked late.

Did you finish?

Almost, yeah.

What's that on your face?

What?

-What happened to you? -Nothing.

Let me look.

I'm fine.

I got into a fight.

With whom?

With that arsehole across the street!

-The writer? -Yes.

He turned up on the RER.

He started bothering Nita.

Did you call the police?

No, he ran off.

This is impossible.

We can't go on like this!

He's sick.

But after yesterday, he won't return.

Do you know which one

is his window?

No.

Does Nita know?

I don't know.

Oh...

-Are you all right? -Yes.

I tried to reach you,

but you didn't answer.

Er... I didn't hear it.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes.

-Wasn't he around this morning? -Who?

-The man who bothered you. -No.

Do you know which flat is his?

No.

Where are you going?

I'll be back.

Hi.

You're here.

I...

I fell asleep here.

At least you managed to sleep.

Have you forgotten your promise?

Do you remember?

You weren't to come back to work.

Nita, I apologised. I said...

We can't wreck our lives over a few seconds of stupidity.

I need this job.

We can find a way to move on, can't we?

No.

I can't.

He's more than a brother to me.

He's my whole life.

Hello, madam.

Sorry to bother you. I work opposite,

and I'm looking for a man who lives around here,

in his twenties.

I don't know him.

But I think he writes things.

The one your colleague hit last night?

Do you know him?

What do you want with him?

Just to talk.

About what?

I want to warn him

that next time, we call the police.

Okay.

Are you sure he'll stop?

Yes.

I'm certain.

Thank you.

Did you read his novel?

Yes.

Do you know what he could have seen to write that about us?

Nothing in particular.

Then why all this rubbish?

What bothers you about it?

It has nothing to do with us.

Then why are you so angry?

How can a duck get inside a bottle?

Sorry?

A duck...

How does it get inside a bottle?

What are you talking about?

Imagination.

The duck is real. The bottle is real.

The duck inside the bottle is not.

It's merely imagination.

Nothing to become angry about.

-Well? -It's settled.

His mother promised we wouldn't see him again.

Where's Nita?

She's here.

What time is it? We're incredibly late.

He won't bother you again.

Shall we go?

Okay.

His mother told me

that it was all imaginary.

All right? Everything's fine. Come on.

Come on, let's get started.

You were leaving in a week. I found you a flat,

and signed the lease.

Cancel it.

What's going on?

Explain it to me. Just two seconds!

Explain!

Keep your voice down.

-He's asleep. -What do you mean, asleep?

What's he doing here?

And he's asleep?

Sit down, damn it!

We were going to sell,

and each take our share. -Yes,

but I've changed my mind.

Why?

I want to stay.

Half of it belongs to me.

Then sell it.

Who will buy half a property?

No!

No! You have to leave!

You don't decide how I live.

Keep your word!

Don't speak to me like that in my home.

-Your home? -Yes, my home.

I've always lived here. Don't speak to me like that.

All right, listen...

The baby is due in five months.

I was counting on that money.

I need it.

I'm sorry.

Do you want a lawsuit? I'll take you to court if you like.

I can't leave!

I can leave.

No, you're not going anywhere.

That's it.

Is it finished?

For now, yes.

-Where are you going? -I don't feel well.

I'm going for some air.

Shall I come with you?

No. I'll be back.

What's wrong with her?

I don't know...

It must be because of that man.

What's going on?

Prepare the next one. I'll be back.

I don't feel well.

I need to take a break.

With all the work we have?

I know. I...

I don't want to work.

What do you mean?

I'm exhausted.

All right. Go home and rest. We'll talk again tomorrow.

No. Find someone to replace me.

Don't even think about it! We're already behind...

Who can replace you at a moment's notice?

Wait! Sit down, please.

Sit down.

What's wrong?

You were fine yesterday.

Is it because of that shitty book?

No, not at all.

Then what?

It's him. He's changed.

Who?

Théo?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why not?

Because he's your brother.

-Then why ask me here? -To tell you

that I wanted to stop working.

Did something happen between you?

He apologised at least a hundred times.

Apologised for what?

For trying to...

force himself on me.

What exactly did he do?

He tried.

How?

Oh, fuck...

Oh, fuck...

Right. Let's go.

I don't want to see him again.

I have to talk to him.

To say what?

To tell him...

I don't know what I'll tell him.

Oh, fuck...

This is all that bloody project needed!

Hello.

Thank you.

Was that the first time?

Yes.

Never a...

I don't know,

an inappropriate word or gesture?

No, never.

Are you sure?

-What difference does it make? -To me, it matters.

Did he suddenly do it, or had he planned it?

I hadn't noticed anything. But apparently you

had reasons for doubting. -Doubting whom?

Him?

Or me.

What are you talking about?

You were in the flat next door yesterday.

I have to make a decision.

If I get rid of him, what happens to the project?

The company?

We'll have to put everything on hold.

You want me to work as though nothing happened?

No, but...

I'll get rid of him

when I've found a replacement.

For now, we'll finish the project with him.

What do you expect from me?

I expect nothing.

It isn't a simple decision. He's my brother.

Please put yourself in my place.

You know...

I don't understand you anymore.

And I'm not going to keep trying.

I'll try to find a way

to get rid of him.

Nita...

I think the new treatment protocol is causing it.

Did the doctor tell us? I've forgotten.

Yeah. They said it could happen.

Anyway...

you need to rest now, and then...

What? You're not alone?

Nico just arrived.

Oh. Give him my love.

Yeah, I will.

I'll come soon, okay?

I'm going to lie down.

Charline sends her regards.

Hi.

Is your back any better?

Yeah... How are you?

Not great.

See you soon.

So... yeah, listen, I...

What time is it? I'll be as quick as I can.

Nico?

I'll have to leave early to go to the hospital.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you, darling.

Hello.

I've come for my notebook.

What notebook?

He confessed everything in it.

I'll tell him to return it to you.

I don't work there anymore.

Come in.

Don't you want to give it to her yourself?

No.

Here.

Is something wrong?

No.

Everything is perfectly...

normal.

Did you tell him I was here?

Yes.

What he wrote is very beautiful.

It's good for a beginning.

See you tomorrow?

Are you driving?

What?

Are you driving?

Er...

Yes.

Wait for me downstairs. I'll come part of the way with you.

Okay.

Excuse me?

Would you happen to have a pen?

Er...

Thank you.