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Everybody up, guys!

Come on, up, up!

We have to leave in 10 minutes.

Come on, move it!

Move it!

Come on, let’s get a move on, chief.

Please! It's time to leave.

Come on, let's get a move on.

Let's get a move on, guys!

I know it's hard for you.

Hey, my wallet!

Stop!

Come back here!

Whoa!

Stop!

Stop!

Please stop!

Thank you.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Excuse me, is there a problem?

Did someone try to rob you, madam?

Yes, and this gentleman got my wallet back.

- Check you're not missing anything. - I already checked.

What do you do for a living?

I'm not working at the moment.

It's okay, let’s go.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry.

No, wait.

Thank you.

Thank you.

PARALLEL TALES

I saw her again the other day.

Anna.

I gave her that name because she looks like my mother.

Just as beautiful...

Just as magnetic.

I call her Anna because she looks like my mother.

Just as...

beautiful, just as...

magnetic.

Radiant.

This woman's resemblance to my mother is perhaps a coincidence.

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

across the street,

is not just a simple coincidence.

Is not just a simple coincidence...

Perfect.

- Is that okay? - Yeah.

You'll help me?

Hyper-realistic!

Isn't it?

How will you get home?

What do you mean?

Well, with the downpour outside.

I love it, it's beautiful.

Shall we go to my place?

Let's go.

No, I'd rather have some time to myself, this evening.

- Are we ready? - Yes.

Here we go.

I'll walk you home.

Why?

It's late.

So what?

It's bad around here.

I'm big enough to manage on my own.

Why are you brushing me off right now?

Because I'm fed-up.

With what?

You really think something might happen to me?

OK, as you wish.

Fine.

See you later.

Oh damn!

Oh, it's you.

I knocked. Didn't you hear me?

Did you forget something?

I wanted to see if everything was OK.

Everything's OK. Except that I'm freezing.

You planning to stay?

If you prefer, I'll leave.

On the other hand, I can leave.

Listen, I don't understand...

I thought you were waiting for me.

Go home.

Your wife's waiting for you.

And the camera?

Why divert it?

I knew you were spying on me.

And that it would make me come.

It's hard seeing you during the day and at night, to...

To forget you.

What do you want I should do?

You should believe me.

Should 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?

Yes...

A man can love his wife, his child...

Pierre!

Do you know how to turn up the heat here?

You see, you're strong.

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

You like playing with other people, eh?

Making me feel guilty.

Is that what you like doing?

What I'd like is to be warmed up a bit.

It's already set at maximum.

I'm frozen.

And Christophe?

And Christophe...

That's between you and me.

- Eh? - Yes.

Sorry, I thought you'd already left.

It's alright.

- I can come back. - No, go ahead, it's OK.

Are you okay?

It's alright... It's my back again...

I'll be OK.

I was worried.

- You took a while. - Not at all.

I rang the bell 10 times.

I was sleeping. I came right away.

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

What rain?

Didn't it rain last night?

Well, no.

Is that blood?

I cut myself.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

What do you mean, it's nothing?

Are you still boiling your ready-made meals?

I don't want to die from radiation.

- Well, make yourself something to eat! - I don't have time.

Dying of lung cancer, and you don't care?

Exactly.

What is it?

You've changed since I last saw you.

How insightful you are!

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

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

- How many guys did you sleep with? - It's from a sperm donor!

What?! No... nothing.

It's my choice.

Surely it's not that little guy's?

And guess what? It's a little girl.

What's that?

- What's what? - The telescope.

It was in that pile of junk, over there.

You were supposed to pack, not unpack.

- Oh, come on!

You only come every 6 months, and all you do is complain...

from the moment you arrive to the moment you leave.

And I'm so happy to see you, too.

I found someone to help you.

No need. I don't want strangers in my house.

I told him not to bother you.

- Told who? - A quiet boy.

You'll never manage on your own, in a fortnight.

That's suspicious... "a quiet boy".

The calm ones are suspicious,

the superficial are chatterboxes,

the young ones are thieves,

the old men are nosy...

Stop it!

My brain is fried!

Do what you want, but stop bugging me!

Sorry.

Sorry, but can we still talk?

- Kleenex too? - Yes.

How will you pay?

Hey, you...

As long as you stink like that, don't come near my room.

OK?

So...

- Hi. - Hi.

You took your time.

Yeah, I was sleeping.

What happened?

I cut myself.

Yeah, right...

Are you still using your granny's double-boilers?

I don't want to kill myself with radiation.

Would you rather die from a glass explosion?

It's still better than cancer.

It's up to you.

Thank you.

Wait, give it to me.

So you slept there?

The tram line was closed.

You left by bike.

I changed my mind along the way.

Why?

"Why?"

Because.

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

Yeah.

After every heavy rain... the next day...

there's a sewer smell.

I'd have said more like the smell of a dead rat.

Pierre is going to buy some air freshener.

Weren't you too cold, all alone?

- What do you mean?

Well... It's cold here at night.

Yes, I understand.

But why "all alone"?

No reason... I don't know.

Were you with someone?

At least have the courage to ask the question to my face.

Were you cold? That's all.

Hi.

Hi, Christophe.

Hi.

Let's start again.

Oh really, why?

There's a noise.

- What noise? - Still the same noise.

- I can't hear anything. - I can hear it.

What is it?

I don't know, it sounds like...

A woman's scream.

Yeah.

Must be the neighbours.

Point the microphone towards the walls.

Come and see.

See the apartment on the 5th floor with the light on...

The one with the flower pots on the balcony.

Go and knock... to see if anyone answers.

How do I get into the building?

It's open.

And what do I say?

Nothing. Just see if anyone answers.

In the building across the street, someone lived alone...

and must have been dead for several days.

Are you sure?

I don't know, but his light is on...

and he doesn't open the door.

What is your relationship with this person?

He's just a neighbour.

Frank finally died.

Tonight, Frank's door was broken down.

Help!

And his foul-smelling corpse, pulled out of the toilet.

Help!

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

whenever he came onto his balcony.

Help!

Supposedly to water his plants,

but more to spy on our apartment through the window.

Today, years later,

I see a man who reminds me of my father,

when he discovered that his wife was cheating on him with Frank...

the sweet-smelling neighbour.

Dad?

You and your brother are going to Mum's across the street tonight.

Why?

I need to be alone.

Why?

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

with the telescope he had given me for my 9th birthday...

and watched his wife with the one who'd destroyed our family.

Years later...

I realised out that contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment to be close to my brother and me,

but to observe my mother.

For a long time, my father...

locked himself in this room at night

with the telescope he had given me for my 9th birthday...

and watched his wife with the one who had destroyed our family.

Years later,

I realised that contrary to what he claimed,

my father hadn't bought this apartment

to be close to my brother and me,

but to observe my mother.

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

my mother's cry continues to echo in this place.

My life then consisted of waiting to learn the fate

of the man who had destroyed our little family.

And then, years later, in that same apartment,

a woman appeared...

Coffee?

Are you bored?

OK.

Have you read "The Betrothal of Mr. Hire", by Simenon?

No, I haven't.

It's the story of a voyeur who isolates himself at home,

to spy on his neighbour across the street.

That's nice to hear!

What?

It's not nice to say to an author...

"Have you read this other thing?"

It's like you're saying theirs is crap.

Won't do it again.

Are you criticising me or my book?

The voyeur who isolates himself at home...

Never mind.

Drink your coffee and read on.

Are you having a tantrum?

Tell me you don't like it, but don't talk down to me.

You want me to butter you up... Is that it?

No.

Instead of making snide remarks, just tell the truth.

That's what I did last time.

I've changed a lot of things!

So far, it's almost the same.

That "almost" cost me a month of work!

But it's still conventional and dated.

I don't care! I'm writing about reality.

Was it reality that your father killed himself?

He should have, instead of suffering his whole life.

Give it to me, I'll read it at home.

No, no need to tire yourself out.

Sylvie, people don't behave like that anymore.

So how do they behave?

In a more rational way than what you write.

People are the same arseholes that they've always been.

But they've learned a sales pitch to justify the arseholes they are.

- That's it. - No way.

Yes, I know these people.

How do you know them?

How long had you spent out of your house...

before I forced you to come here?

When did you last talk to one of these arseholes?

Just now.

Oh dear...

I can't stand her anymore.

She's unbearable.

I don't see why I stay here.

Goodbye.

Why am I staying with her?

She's pathetic!

Unbearable!

Will her boyfriend find out the boss is sleeping with her?

What?

In your story.

I'd love to read the rest of it.

Same again, please.

Why are you following me like a little dog?

Your niece wants me to look after you.

Do I look like I need looking after?

No.

Well then?

My bag's at your place.

I'll wait for you outside.

Another one, please.

Are you out of your mind?

Put that thing out!

There's no ashtray.

What's your name again?

Adam.

Here.

I'll give it back to you tomorrow.

I'm done with it.

Shall we go?

-You OK? - Yeah.

Stay.

What?

Can you stay? I need help.

I'll pay you.

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

What are you having?

Nothing.

Why did you bring me here, then?

What is it?

Listen.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

There's nothing more to say.

Is that all?

What would you like to hear?

You're doing this to me?

Stop it.

That's what you were waiting for. And for a long time.

I gave you what you wanted.

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

I have some sounds to record in your area.

Drop me here.

Here?

Yeah.

You won't tell me anything?

What are you talking about?

I was waiting to see if you'd bring it up yourself.

What do you mean?

Stop pretending.

Anna must have told you. I know everything.

Why?

We'll talk about it some other time.

There won't be another time.

It's now.

Tell me why.

What?

You expect me to come back to work?

It's more complicated than it seems.

We'll discuss it.

No discussion.

I just want to know why.

Tell me.

It happened...

little by little.

I've grown attached to her.

And her?

Her too.

Is that all right?

I'm late. My wife will worry.

I think she's going to be worrying more.

Yes.

I sent her your sounds.

What sounds?

Your sounds.

From the other night.

You didn't do that?

Sorry.

I swear!

So, what are you doing?

Come see.

Let's see if it works.

And this?

Do you like it?

I don't know.

Hello.

Hello.

Take it, then.

The bottles and the glasses... Would you wrap them up.

OK.

Grandma, can I have this?

Don't touch that.

He can take it.

- Are you sure? - I don't need it anymore.

Well done! You finished your book?

Well... Yes.

And did you thank me?

Yes. At the star, even.

Could I have a copy?

I threw it away.

What?

I got rid of it.

What for?

Do you know how people procreate these days?

No, how?

People don't make love anymore

Girls sign up on a website,

order some sperm, and bingo!

My niece is going to become a mother that way.

What does this have to do with your book?

Oh... My stories don't fit anymore.

Why do you keep writing, then?

Do you know the difference between humans and animals?

No, tell me.

Humans know they'll die some day.

Animals don't.

So what?

- I don't understand. - Never mind.

Don't lift that, with your back!

- Adam! - Yes?

What about my back? My back's fine.

You said you had a bad back.

No I didn't.

Yes you did.

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

You asked me about your novel.

Ah!

He's sleeping with the girl every night, that pig!

What, are you jealous?

Hello. Hello.

Hey, come here.

Tear off the wallpaper in the bathroom and throw it away.

Excuse me, I'm sitting here.

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. Nice to meet you.

Nita.

What is it?

You have a very pretty name.

Thank you.

Where does it come from?

From Romania, I think.

May I use your first name?

Pardon?

For what I'm writing.

What are you writing?

A novel.

Wow!

- Have you been published? - Oh no.

Right now, I'm just 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 lots of them.

Yes...

but the most important one.

Speech.

Humans know they're going to die, animals don't.

I never thought of that.

Writing helps you forget that you're going to die.

I would have thought that writing, helped...

...to not forget.

Do you write too?

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

I don't really write.

Do you like to read?

Poetry, especially.

Sorry to bother you during your lunch.

What's your novel about?

It's about...

a girl.

Nita?

Nita.

And also, a little bit of life...

From my mother's story...

Her point of view.

That's nice.

Sounds interesting.

Like to read it?

No...

Honestly, I would have liked to, but I'm swamped with work.

I finish late every night.

Oh yes, OK. I see.

Read the beginning.

If you don't like it, throw it away.

I barely have time to eat.

I understand.

- Sorry. - No problem.

Do you know Georges Simenon?

- Pardon? - Have you read Simenon?

Uh... No.

- No? - No.

You should. Especially Mr. Hire.

Okay, thank you.

Adam!

I'm coming!

Go see if you can find some sort of bandage.

Otherwise, go to the pharmacy.

- What type? - What for?

It's infected.

No way! You think so?

What's this?

Mould. That's all I found.

What for?

On a wound, it clears up the infection.

How do you know that?

I know.

Have you been to prison?

Yes?

You only learn things like that in prison.

Should I be scared?

I didn't hurt anyone.

Why prison, then?

Theft.

Eh?

Theft.

Go get me my glasses.

What?

Nothing.

It suits you.

Tell me...

Doesn't stealing hurt people?

I wasn't stealing from people, just from stores.

Should I just throw all this away?

No, someone will come and take it away.

And can I have one?

Take whatever you want.

Just the poetry.

Do you like poetry?

A guy in prison was reading poems.

I liked it.

Thanks.

Here, read this too.

It's you.

It was me.

Hi.

So, did you read it?

How long have you been watching me?

Can we talk about it?

Keep calling her Anna.

- Is that all? - Yes,

Can I have it back?

The other day, you told me I could throw it away.

If you didn't like it.

Wait, I'll go get it.

Don't bother, I can come up.

Thank you.

Sorry, I was writing my novel.

You have a beautiful imagination.

But I have nothing to do with your story.

Or with the girl you invented.

Wait there.

Hello?

Where are you?

OK. Didn't you see the manuscript I left on the table?

Ah, okay.

No, no problem.

Yeah, OK.

Yes, see you soon.

Okay, my colleague took it.

Shall I bring it to the restaurant?

This lunchtime?

Tomorrow.

See you tomorrow at lunchtime, then.

Hi.

Hi.

Feeling better?

A little.

I took a sleeping pill.

See a doctor.

I've an appointment this afternoon.

Have you had breakfast?

No.

Want me to go get something?

It's alright, we can start.

OK.

Wait.

Work, work, work...

You need to take care of your health.

- Did you read it? - Well, skimmed it.

What did you think?

It's weird.

A little creepy, even.

Creepy!?

It's just a story.

Why did you take it?

What is it?

Someone put this on my wind-shield.

Who?

Can't you see the writing?

Yeah.

Why would he write something like that?

Well...

From a distance, he...

imagined I was with Theo and that I was cheating on him with you.

What are you doing?

My love...

Forget it, I promise.

Some guy got a real thrill out of seeing us from a distance.

That's all.

"Aren't you ashamed of sleeping with your friend's girlfriend, you jerk?"

Isn't that a little creepy?

The guy I met isn't creepy at all.

His story is about his mother.

Would you like some sauce?

Uh, I don't know.

Put it on the side.

It's done.

I got something to eat.

It's my favourite.

Have you already read it?

Twice.

How do you write these stories?

Why?

How do you make them up?

Why do you want to know?

I'd like to write, too.

Write what?

Stories.

Oh really?

What a strange idea!

I have a good imagination.

Well, well.

How do you know that?

Prisoners have imaginations.

Sorry.

Today, it's been 3 years since I started working here.

I never thought I'd make a career out of this.

Exactly 3 years ago, I made my first sound effect.

Before,

I never even imagined we were creating the sound of footsteps in movies.

When we started, Nico told me to pay attention

to the nuances of each step.

It was crazy.

I realised that I wasn't paying attention to it.

I hadn't realised that people walked so differently.

Since I started observing their feet,

people seem nicer to me.

When they pass by me on the footpath...

I feel like I understand them,

like I can feel what they're feeling.

Each person's footsteps tell a whole story.

Hi.

Can I sit down?

I'd like to talk to you.

About what?

I'd like to talk about you.

I don't have anything special to relate.

My life isn't anything special that could be of any use to you.

It's a normal, ordinary life, like anyone else's.

Was your mother really born in the studio?

Yes.

Why did you think I was with Theo?

Who's Theo?

My colleague. The youngest.

The one you call Christophe.

I don't know, it's...

the impression I get.

That's his brother.

It's just a story.

So why leave this thing with Nicolas?

In this studio, we just work.

There are no cameras, nobody's cheating on anybody.

Theo isn't in love with me.

My boyfriend has no family.

Nobody wants to kill anybody.

Sometimes I sleep there, as I live far away,

because I'm exhausted, but I'm alone.

You see, it's a life...

that's banal, repetitive.

I can change all that.

Why?

Well, to make it more real.

If it's real, it's of no interest.

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

that you believe about us aren't true.

Here, this is for you.

Can I ask a favour?

Stop spying on me.

Promise?

Adam?

Adam?

Yeah. Listen.

Anyway, we’ll see each other later.

Try to rest.

Yes, that works.

- Okay, bye. - See you later. Bye.

That seems a little better, doesn't it?

Yeah, anyway...

Morale is good.

Have you seen my notebook?

Your notebook? No.

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

No, of course, eat.

Relax.

Would you like some salad?

No, thanks all the same.

After this project, I'm going to sleep for 3 weeks!

You're dreaming!

You know your brother... we'll have to keep going.

Wow.

This rain is crazy.

You really going to ride a bike in this weather?

I'll take the tram.

What is it?

It reminds me of the guy's story.

What do you mean?

That's exactly what's happening.

More or less.

It's raining, she wants to take her bike.

There's no tram now.

So, she's sleeping here and her colleague is joining her.

So, her colleague, is that Nico or me?

It's Nico.

Because you're my boyfriend.

Yeah.

It's crazy...

Why did he think we were together?

From a distance, it would give that impression.

Yeah.

Okay, shall we go back?

What's going on?

Just a minute. Sorry!

You okay?

Do you have any analgesics?

Is it starting again?

Wait.

Look over there.

Forget the painkillers, stay lying down...

at home, for a month.

- Shall I take you home? - I'll take the tablet first.

There are none left.

I'll go and buy some for you.

- Damn... - Okay?

There.

- There, sit down. - Gently.

Yes, I'm here.

There.

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.

Thank you, dear.

That'll be 6.90, Sir.

Thank you.

Your receipt.

Thank you. Goodbye, have a good day.

Hello, sir.

Here you are. Thank you, goodbye.

Why are you following me?

I'm not following you.

What are you doing here, then?

I bought some bandages for my mother.

I was talking to you just to be nice.

But now, it really bothers me.

I like it when we talk.

You're mixing everything up.

I'm not the girl in your story.

Okay?

Sit down.

No, thank you.

Then go throw away those damn mice.

Can I keep them for a few days?

Why?

I killed their mother.

Sit down.

Did you meet her?

Who?

The girl across the street.

No.

So why do you have her notebook?

I stole it from her.

What?

On the tram.

Why did you do that?

I wanted to get to know her.

You're crazy. You're completely nuts.

Why did you keep my manuscripts?

I wanted to read them.

The right-hand blind... the motor was broken.

On the left, it's the sensor for the control

that's not working anymore.

- Are you almost finished? - Yes, it's almost done.

I'm going to mess up the whole schedule...

because of this psycho.

We'll keep the blinds down.

All the time?

Otherwise, it'll be the cops.

No way!

It won't happen again.

You already said that.

It's not my fault.

My love, it's 4 o'clock. Didn't you have your MRI scan?

Oh shit.

What am I supposed to do with this? It's due tomorrow morning!

We'll take care of it.

You shouldn't be here with your back.

Come on, hurry up.

Theo.

Yeah?

Do you think you can finish by tonight?

We'll stay with Nita until we're finished.

There.

And after the MRI, you're going home to rest, okay?

What!

What?

Things are getting hot! This is really cool.

- Is it good? - Yes it is.

Thanks again.

You're welcome, goodbye. Goodbye.

Come on.

Come on, Nita.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

- What's going on? - Nothing.

- What are you doing there? - It's my back.

Help me up, please.

Yes, wait...

Lean on me.

Sit there.

Wait.

There you go.

No, wait there.

Wait, I'll call for help.

No, it's not necessary!

Please.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

No, there's no problem.

I was just airing the place out as usual, and I saw the light.

I wondered who was there.

I wanted to see the building across the street.

There's a guy over there, spying on us.

Who is it?

I don't know, a young guy.

He wrote a story about us and passed it on to Nita.

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

but a young writer...

no way.

And is there a problem?

No, I was just curious. I wanted to know who he was.

Hang on, I'll help you up.

There you are.

Should I call your colleagues?

Absolutely not. You'll worry them.

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

And I'm sorry.

Yes, Sylvie, can you talk?

Yes.

Yes, the...

The boy that works at your place... Is he still there?

Yes, why?

He did something very strange.

Why did you do that?

What?

You gave her my novel!

Why?

To find out what she'd think.

And the result?

She really liked it.

"You wrote an interesting story."

You or me?

You threw it away.

How did she read it?

I retrieved it and copied it.

And you told her that you had written it?

Is that right?

I'm sorry, forgive me.

You're a crook.

Get your things and leave.

What about my pay?

Check with the woman who brought you here.

Don't forget to leave the keys.

Excuse me Ma'am,

can I take the books from this room too?

Yes.

Shall we do another one?

No, that was fine.

How many are left?

A lot.

Can we start again tomorrow morning?

No, we have to finish tonight.

I'm starving!

Order yourself something.

What about you?

I'm fine... I really am.

Well, let's take a break.

We'll get some fresh air and start again.

OK, go ahead.

Come on.

I’m just finishing this.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- How are you? - Fine.

And your grandson, how is he?

He's back at school, isn't he? Isn't he cute!

Thank you.

By the way, did you find that guy?

Which guy?

The one across the street, the writer.

How did you know about it?

It's your colleague. He was trying to find him.

He always exaggerates. It's nothing important.

Nita?

Yes?

You're like my daughter, so...

I have to tell you something.

Yes?

Is there a problem?

Earlier, your colleague was in the apartment next door.

I wonder if he wasn't spying on you.

Maybe he really went there...

to try to find the window of the guy across the street.

I don't know.

Anyway, why would he spy on us?

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.

OK.

What's wrong?

Why are you looking at me like that?

I just wonder what Nico has imagined about us...

Does he think we're having it off as soon as his back is turned?

Sir...

We're closing in 5 minutes.

Is everything alright?

It's going to be.

It'll be alright.

Then again, it makes sense.

His concern.

Concern about what?

I'm not going to spell it out for you,

but you're very attractive...

You're....

Stop this!

Honestly, please.

I swear, that's reason enough for a guy...

to be suspicious.

You're his brother!

Yeah, I'm his brother.

But much younger.

Nonsense.

Isn't that what he wrote in his novel?

It didn't come out of nowhere.

Come on.

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

Sit down, we have time.

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

Let me look at you.

What are you doing?

Theo, no.

Theo, no.

Please stop.

Please stop. Please!

Stop!

Just stop!

Wait...

Excuse me,

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

Excuse me, Nita.

Don't come near me!

Don't talk to me.

OK.

- 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.

Don't come near me!

Nita...

Damn!

Damn...

Oh shit...

Nita?

Please listen to me.

I know.

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

I completely lost it. I'm so ashamed...

I'm so ashamed.

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

Nita, please.

I just wish we could talk.

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

Can we sit down and talk, please?

Nita.

I'll walk you to the station. That way, we can...

Wait, please! Hey!

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

I just wish we could sit down

and talk for a couple of minutes.

Let me out or I'll call the police.

I followed you to give you something I wrote.

Hey!

What do you want?

He doesn't want anything. Leave him alone, go.

- Go away! - What are you looking for?

I'll give her something.

What for, damn it? What for?

To find out what she thinks.

Why are you doing this?

You wrote this shitty novel?

Do you know what I think about it?

- Please. - Ask me.

Do you want to know what I think about it?

- No! - Let go of me!

No!

Let go of me!

Stop it!

Stop!

Stop!

Oh shit!

Let me see.

Is it all right?

Get out. Leave.

That's enough. You're leaving.

That's enough! No!

Arsehole!

Stop!

Calm down!

- No! - Arsehole!

Come here!

Come back, you son of a bitch!

Stop. Stop, I'm telling you!

Stop!

Go ahead, I'm calling the cops.

You're an arsehole!

Can you become a writer when you've never written a line?

When you have no other talent, except that of imagining,

of lying,

sometimes of committing petty thefts?

When you don't even know when, or where,

nor from which mother's womb

you were thrown into the chaos of the world?

What happened?

Theo...

Hi.

You didn't come home to your place last night?

No, I worked late.

Are you finished?

Almost, yeah.

What's wrong with you?

- What happened to you? - Nothing.

Let me take a look.

It's okay.

I got into a fight.

Who with?

With the jerk across the street!

The writer?

Yes.

He showed up on the tram.

He was starting to annoy Nita.

Did you call the cops?

No, he left.

This can't go on.

We can't go on like this!

He's crazy.

But after yesterday, he won't come back.

Do you know which one is his window?

No.

And Nita, does she know?

I don't know.

Ah...

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I tried to reach you...

but you didn't answer.

Oh... I didn't hear you.

Are you sure you're okay?

Yes.

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

- Well, the guy who bothered you. - Oh, no.

Do you know which one is his apartment?

No.

Where are you going?

I'll be back.

Hi.

You're here.

I...

I fell asleep here.

At least you got to sleep.

Did you forget your promise?

Do you remember?

You weren't supposed to come to work anymore.

Nita, I apologised, I said...

We're not going to ruin our lives

over some stupid thing that lasted a few seconds.

I need this job.

We can find a way to move on, right?

No.

I can't.

He's not just a brother to me.

It's my whole life.

Good morning, Madam.

Sorry to bother you. I work across the street,

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

in his twenties.

Who is he?

I don't know, but I think he writes things.

The one your colleague bashed last night?

Do you know him?

What do you want from him?

Just to talk to him.

About what?

I'd like to warn him...

that if he continues bothering you, that next time, it's the cops.

OK.

Are you sure he'll stop?

Yes.

I'm sure of it.

Thank you.

Have you read his novel?

Yes.

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

Nothing in particular.

Why all this nonsense?

What's bothering you?

It has nothing to do with us.

Then why are you so upset?

How can a duck get into a bottle?

Pardon?

A duck...

How does it get into a bottle?

What are you talking about?

Imagination.

The duck is real, the bottle is real.

Not the duck in the bottle.

It's just imagination.

Nothing to get worked up about.

- So? - It's sorted.

His mother promised me that we wouldn't see him again.

Where's Nita?

She's here.

What time is it? We're running awfully late.

He won't bother you anymore.

It's OK?

His mother told me that it was all imaginary.

So? Everything's fine. Let's go.

Let's get started.

You were to leave in a week. I found you an apartment.

I signed the lease.

So cancel it.

But... what's going on?

Explain it to me. Just a second!

Explain it to me!

Lower your voice.

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

What's he doing here?

And he's asleep?

Sit down, damn it!

We were supposed to sell,

and each of us was going to take our share.

Yes,

but I changed my mind.

- Why? - I want to stay.

Half of it belongs to me.

Then sell your half.

But who's going to buy half of a property?

Of course not!

No!

You have to leave!

You don't decide what happens to me.

Keep your word!

Don't talk to me like that in my own home.

- In your own home? - Yes, I'm in my own home.

I've lived here my whole life. And you don't talk to me like that.

Okay, listen...

The baby is due in 5 months.

I was counting on that money.

I need it.

I'm sorry.

You want a lawsuit?

I'll sue you, if you like.

I can't leave!

If you want, I can leave.

No, you're not going anywhere.

That's good.

Is it over?

For now, yes.

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

I'll get some fresh air.

Shall I come with you?

No, I'll be right back.

What's up with her?

I don't know...

It must be because of that guy.

What's going on?

Prepare the next one, I'll be right back.

I don't feel well.

I need to take a break.

With all the work we have?

I don't know, I...

I don't want to work.

What do you mean?

I'm exhausted.

OK, go home and rest and we'll talk again tomorrow.

No, find someone to replace me.

Please.

Don't even think about it... With how late we are...

Who can replace you at the last minute?

Wait! Please sit down.

Please sit down.

What's wrong?

Yesterday you were fine.

Is it because of that crappy book?

No, not at all.

So what is it?

It's him. He's changed.

Him, who?

Theo?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why not?

Because he's your brother.

Then why did you call me here?

To tell you that I wanted to quit working.

Did something happen between you?

He apologised at least a hundred times.

Apologised for what?

For trying to... force me.

What exactly did he do?

He tried.

How?

Oh shit...

Oh shit...

Okay, let's go.

- I don't want to see him again. - I have to talk to him.

To tell him what?

To tell him...

I don't know what I'm going to tell him.

Oh shit...

All I needed was this shit in the middle of this fucking project.

Hello.

Thank you.

Was this the first time?

Yes.

Never an... I don't know... inappropriate word or gesture?

No, never.

Are you sure?

What difference does it make?

For me, it makes a difference.

Did he do it suddenly or had he planned it?

I hadn't noticed anything.

But you, apparently, had reason to doubt.

Doubt who?

Him?

Or me.

What are you talking about?

You were in the apartment next door, yesterday.

I have to make a decision.

If I fire him, what will happen to the project?

The company?

We' need to put everything on hold.

You want me to work, as if nothing happened?

No, but...

I'll get rid of him...

when I've found a replacement.

We'll finish the project with him, for now.

What do you expect from me?

I don't expect anything.

It's not an easy decision.

He's my brother.

Please put yourself in my shoes.

You know...

I don't understand you anymore. I no longer intend to try.

I'll try to find a way to get rid of him.

Nita...

I think it's the new protocol that's doing this.

Did the doctor tell us that? I've forgotten.

Yeah, they said that it could happen.

Anyway...

You need to rest now, and then...

What? You're not alone?

No, Nico just arrived.

Say hi from me.

He'd like that.

I'll be right there, OK?

I'm going to lie down.

Oh, Charline says hi.

Hi Nico.

Your back any better?

Yeah... And you?

Not great.

See you soon.

So... Yeah, listen, I...

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

Nico...

Maybe I’ll leave a little earlier today

since she has to go to the hospital.

Yeah.

OK.

Thank you, dear.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm here for my notebook.

What notebook?

He confessed everything there.

I'll tell him to bring it back to you.

I don't work there anymore.

Come in.

Don't you want to give it to him 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 start.

See you tomorrow?

Are you driving?

Eh?

Did you come by car?

Yes.

Wait for me downstairs... I'll walk with you for a bit.

OK.

Excuse me...

Would you have a pen, please?

Thank you.

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