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I'd like an aspirin and a glass of water.

I've got a headache because I lied.

And now, I pay.

Well, we're late and in the wrong pub?

No, I was too early.

And I had planned to be too late.

I can't stand being the first to arrive.

It's something physical.

Ah, it's cold!

Solange, the car...

And my actor?

What are you doing with him?

It's him. Handsome, isn't he?

He's superb in my film.

In fact, your actor isn't that good.

You thought he was good.

Well, in fact not as good as I thought he was.

Heis!And very handsome!

And I'm fed up... l want him to go away.

For a month. Then I want him to return.

This guy, he will stay in my life.

He's not even a good fuck.

Maybe, but I feel like it.

While ...

You're my husband.

See this one?

We have about the same taste.

My wife has been with him two years.

He wasn't famous yet. So he wasn't useful.

She didn't even make a film with him.

Hello, we should have a conversation.

This young man's films aren't bad, and successfull

Yes, right, I've got a project that we should chat about.

You know, she's made a fim.

Very perverted, all in sex and sperm.

I haven't seen it, but it's disgusting.

Why are you looking at me like that?

To make up for the times I wasn't looking at you.

She's an intellectual.

Women are like that now, they'll get our skin.

In the meantime, they are satisfied with our semen.

It's not given away!

Do you hear the way she talks?

I fuck whomever.

I'm getting tired of this. I'm going to sleep.

You can stay...

and do as you wish.

Why not?

- Made him leave. - But, he made me stay.

That's the way it is.

The only thing I'm into is arrivism.

Madame Bovary!

No, Stendhal, because it's hateful,

because it cuts you but not on purpose.

I hate people who know what they're doing.

But it's still the only thing that's interesting.

Interesting, yes, but not fascinating.

Shall we go?

Besides, you interest me, but you don't fascinate me.

C'mon, don't be silly.

I'm not silly! I fuck whomever.

Then, we go to my place.

I don't have time!

Don't act like a saint!

No, it's because I don't have time.

You know I can't love you for your beauty.

So, if I sleep with your mind, I need time.

Just for one time, would be stupid, a shame,

because there aren't many intelligent people,

but I don't have time to spend with you.

That's why I only fuck dumb men.

If you were dumb, I'd sleep with you.

I'live in that direction.

No, it's too cold.

Changing beds every 2 hours makes me catch a cold.

If you had a nice robe...

and if I could get myself from your place to there...

then it might be possible.

So, it's no?

- Its not going well. - Okay, see you!

! like that one, but it's too difficult.

He's too eager to be more intelligent than me.

But he's not clever... Besides, I'm in love with Jim.

I'm in a very good mood.

When [ sleep too much, I can't fall asleep.

The problem with Jdimis,

I love him, I feel like living with him, but...

I think he's madly in love with you as well.

He doesn't feel like sleeping with boys anymore.

Sure, he's going totally crazy!

Hello.

How are you?

I'll feel better later.

When I get up, I go straight to the cutting room.

I have 3 dates an evening. I'm exhausted.

I don't know what you think,

but men are impossible to be with.

If you're faithful, they won't screw you.

And unfaithful, they can't stop.

I don't have that kind of problem.

I do...

And Jim makes me tired.

Every day he comes at 8 in the morning.

What kind of life is that?

What I like about film are private screenings.

Of course, Emmanuelle and Jim were too late.

1 vaguely knew the press agent behind me.

Hil

How are you?

Bruno Martin.

If Emmanuelle and Jim had taken the trouble...

to sit next to me, things would be different.

What do you think? Not bad, huh?

Yeah, not as bad as I expected.

But if the actor is handsome, you shouldn't make him ugly.

That's why it won't work.

Stop!

She's crazy!

It's cold. Shall we go to my place?

That will be boring.

- Shall we forget it? - No, I never fail to appear.

Do you like film?

No, I hate someone else's film.

Bruel said he's one of the best flmmakers.

No, he thinks it's distasteful.

He literally said he's the best filmmaker of our times.

And you, he doesn't think you're good?

- We didn't discuss me. - I'll talk to him about you.

Don't worry, I'm talking nonsense.

I can't stop talking.

And besides, then I discover what I think.

When I constantly talk about someone...

it means I love him.

I don't like silence, it's painful.

Well...

Tell me of your life.

But I, I can't.

Sure you can, it's what interests me,

what people used to be.

For instance, you are a director, so I'm interested in your youth.

Where you come from. How you were raised...

I can't... l really can't!

Okay...

Any brothers or sisters?

Yes, I can tell you that.

- Well? - Brothers.

Have you always lived in Paris?

Sure!

That's all I wanted to know.

If 1 don't go now, Il never go.

Stay, if you like.

No, I prefer now instead of the morning.

I hate sleeping with guys.

It ruins everything.

And besides, I like to wake up with my own furniture.

And so, you prefer the other!

Him, we can stand sleeping with him.

With you, it's not the same.

You're married.

You have to be for all the women.

It's a deviation.

I don't know how I keep living with Emmanuelle.

It's terrible! Everything I hate!

Gol Run to him!

Anyhow! When you think he's come back.

I'll see him... when I wake up...

if I'm lucky!

- Okay, see you. - Do you have taxi money?

Of course! Always have taxi money!

When I'm broke, I'l ask you for lots of money. Bye!

No, it's not love! I leave when you come!

What's life?

This.

This is life.

Would you have a look?

25 cigarettes and he's still not awake.

I'm fed up!

I'm going back to my own place.

Besides, my daughter is coming home.

Shall we go?

Yes.

Are you finished with the telephone?

Are you crazy? Never!

When I am, I start all over again!

The same people!

That way I make them believe I think of them.

Besides, I think more about them,

than they think about me.

I don't pretend!

- That's true! - Of course!

Because when I love, it's completely.

It's for life, forever.

Even when I don't, I'end up loving.

Can 1?

I watch with one eye,

and listen with one ear.

I have to call this guy.

Why did you call me?

I asked Dorethée for your number.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

You have to know.

Yes, I do!

It's a stupid idea to walk barefoot.

Not at all! I'd follow you to the end of the world!

No, I didn't say that.

It's because my feet are hurting.

- Are you married? - Not at all.

Liar! you will have to lie till the end.

I don't want to know anything. Not ever!

- I'm in favor of ignorance. - Very good.

And Catherine?

I'd never live with someone that stops me from what I want.

Ah, good!

So you won't stop me from what I want?

Of course not.

But yes, what I want is obedience.

Anyway, Jim wants to live with me.

All the time.

That's weird, right?

- It won't work. - Perhaps.

But, he's great!

He's the opposite of mean. He'd give me lots of money...

If he had any.

Anyhow, he's sweet.

What about me? I'm not sweet?

It's the first time I've given money to a woman.

Really? That's my dream.

What shall I write?

My name.

No, the amount?

I don't know... Nothing ridiculous...

In case I ever show it.

Have you seen it?

Mr. and Mrs. Bruel.

A married woman isn't a whore, but a stupid cow!

You get on my nerves!

A stupid cow, in a stupid situation.

I don't like being with you anymore!

When I don't love anymore, I hate!

He felt as if he was at his place, I felt as if I were at mine.

It bores mel

Aren't you going?

It bores me.

If you go, Jim will come.

I would like to be alone with him.

Pretend I'm not here.

It's always the same, you are ridiculous!

It's you who's ridiculous. Just go somewhere else.

You're such an asshole! I see him here,

because after, I leave with someone else!

Who?

I don't want you to see him. You will think he's ugly.

Is he?

I don't know... l guess so.

I'mill. Al il

You shouldn't have come.

Yes, I should!

I prefer that. I can't handle someone that's afraid of pain.

What do you want?

I want you to become ill.

There...

Satisfied?

Thrilled.

It pisses me off you haven't kissed me yet.

Where do we go?

That way.

No one has ever taken me to a one hour hotel.

I don't know why, the guys didn't want to.

They didn't want to see the whore in me.

One day, I went with Dorethée.

She took a girl and went up.

- I waited. - And you?

I'll never set foot in a hotel.

- Never, you hear me? - Of course, I hear you.

If you think it's practical!

Aren't you tired of walking?

Yes, I hate to!

- So why do it? - Because I like it.

It's 4 am, I've had it.

I don't know what to do!

Since we're near your place, why don't you ask to stop?

I want to stop.

But, you will be at fault, if I meet your husband.

If I do, I'll never see you again.

What's this?

What do you want it do be? That's my husband.

That's cute.

So what? There's no risk you will meet him,

I left the key in the keyhole.

See? He's leaving.

And ifitwas Jim?

There's no risk.

He won't be home before eight.

Where does he sleep?

With you?

No.

With whom do you sleep?

It's just as if I slept alone.

Of course not!

- Yes, I tell you! - Of course not...

If I say it's true, it is true.

Besides...

You're the one I want to sleep with.

What's that?

Well, I don't really feel like sleeping.

I feel like doing something else.

Well, it's for sure that we will fool around.

Really? I thought it wouldn't come this far.

Yes, we will fool around.

I can't believe it.

Okay, in five minutes.

He's at the pub on the comer.

He wants to come back.

Okay...

I'm off.

- Five minutes... - No.

- Five minutes! - I won't stay a second longer!

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

You know, he talked to me about you!

And he told me some weird things.

Who?

Nothing but very good things.

He went crazy. Said I should meet you.

He almost advised me to sleep with you.

That's great! Who is it?

I didn't know you.

I was at his office.

I was surprised.

A stream of words...

Bruell

Bruel?

I'll give him a call.

Well, it's amusing we know each other.

It's a funny coincidence.

Very weird he wrote an article,

while I didn't know him.

I like to control my women's lovers.

I've got flair, haven't 1?

Yes, well, he needs to break loose!

Right now he's a bashful priest!

Those are the best.

Avery handsome guy is passing.

Where are you?

In the streets.

I pay to have you, but I cashed your check...

I'm delighted.

Since I take care of you, we don't meet anymore.

No we don't meet anymore.

But I take care of you with my lovel

So, you're in love with me?

No, I'm in love with Jiml

I love you.

I'm in love with Jim, but I want him to go away.

He makes me unhappy.

I'm beginning to think he's dumb.

Besides that, I really want Bruno.

He's all I think about. He's wonderful.

- Poor guy, he'sin bed, ill. - Just as welll

- I need to go see him. - I'd like to go in your place.

Oh no, let him stay ill for three days.

So Jim can go back to New York,

and after a month, it's like nothing happened.

I'm at Solange's, I'll come.

You want her to come as well?

But not with me.

At 11:00!

11:10, because I'm watching a film on TV.

Okay.

I've been told to leave when you arrive.

I'm afraid.

Hey! Close the door!

Coming!

It wasn't pleasant to run into Dorethée.

I'm not early, I came when I said I would.

She should't have been here.

Who would've opened the door?

Why? You're in pajamas?

Go away!

No.

All in all, I'm happy!

Delighted!

Delighted you're ill,

because it keeps you in bed.

So what?

I like that, it subjects me.

We won't fool around today.

That's okay, I'm subjected anyway.

What is it?

When I look at you, I feel like kissing you.

I have a temperature of 102!

Okay.

So, I won't do anything.

Would you like to sleep with me?

Surely not.

Never.

Or maybe once.

Because I think Catherine will be gone for 15 days.

Okay, I'll come for 15 days.

But, I have to leave early, because of my daughter.

What do we do?

Nothing.

Catherine will be back. We can't do anything here.

Okay, we won't do anything.

Anyhow, I don't give a shit!

I'm with Solange.

I'll be back in an hour. Will that do?

Yes.

I don't want that to happen again!

Not enough?

I never remember the first time.

I don't remember.

I don't look at it as special.

Strange girl!

I'm hurting all over. I can't move anymore.

I'll probably get attacked outside.

Poor girl! You'd never be attacked.

Yes!

All the time!

Go away.

That can't be true.

Yes, because when I want a guy,

I want him all the time.

Even when I shouldn't.

I think...

...it should be that way, or it's ridiculous.

You're crazy.

See you, anyway.

In fact, you'll be attacked for sure!

And that's how I fell in love with Bruno.

Madly in love.

Handsome. .. mysterious.

{ would have done anything for him.

Hurry, I have an appointment!

If he sees you, he won't come anymore!

He's no saint!

Yes, he is a saint!

Wait.

That's okay.

Do you think we'll need blankets?

I'll get them. You need matches, too.

Go away now!

- I'm sure it's him! Go! - But, we'll meet, I will...

No!

I met your husband. I'm sure it was him.

No, there's no electricity.

So, this is our little hideout!

You got a light?

Now we have light and heat.

It's absolutely perfect.

It's extremely weird.

He watches me for a long time.

For hours.

And we talk and look at each other as if we hardly knew each other.

It's wonderful.

Yes.

Its like...

It's exactly as I want it to be.

And each time, we try to fascinate each other.

Goon.

Then... I squirm.

I squirm...

I moan and raise my hand like this.

Goon.

I raise my hand.

What's that?

Nothing.

If it's nothing, I'm off.

No, you're not.

Explain yourself.

Uh...

What "uh..."?

Yes, what?

What?

- Tell me! - I don't want to!

- Why? - It's just that way.

No, he never takes it off!

That's because it's cold.

No, never!

Anyway, it's that way!

And he never gets undressed.

How does he do that?

Like that.

He scratches you?

No!

He scratches me when he feels and then it works.

And you don't want to.

You're incapable of doing it nice.

Because it's nice?

Yes, try to figure that out.

Here!I

Luckily it dries fast.

Because of your appointment with him?

Yes, I don't sleep anymore.

I sleep 1 hour, maybe 2,

And when he calls, I pretend I was awake.

And I go see him.

- Why do you meet so late? - I don't know, it's me.

At the start, I didn't want to sleep with him or touch him.

I don't know, it's like that, a game.

He's an imaginary person,

so before that, there's life.

And Bruel? You still sleep with him?

Yes, but it's beyond me, it bores me.

I know some day, I will fully need it.

It's not getting worse, it's too weird.

I feel like people don't understand me.

For example,

I lost my maiden room. Of course, it couldn't last.

It couldn't last.

In the end, it was dirty, but practical.

{ only had to go downstairs and walk 6 floors up again.

He would come his own way.

What are you doing here?

I want you to sleep in the room.

- I want you to wait for me. - But I'm afraid!

I want you to sleep in the room, hear me?

Next time!

That's what you always say!

Do you know the story of the Spartan?

No.

Well, there's a little Spartan who stole a fox.

Abeautiful little fox.

Unfortunately, he was caught right when he stole the fox.

And so, very fast, he hid the fox under his shirt.

So, he was taken toa kind of criminal court,

where they kept asking questions.

And he wouldn't answer them.

Meanwhile, the fox under his shirt,

eats his heart and intestines.

He preferred to be eaten than admit

he had stolen the fox.

There,

do you like my story?

Shut up.

I don't give a shit!

When I scream, I'm not aware of it.

It's when I'm not aware of it, that it's good.

- Why? - I don't know.

Yes, I do!

Yelll

It's not important it's locked.

I think it's very annoying.

Piss off, understand?

Piss offl

There were a lot.

I'm sure there's a hole in the wall.

Here, look!

No, that's not a hole!

Yes, I can feel it.

I'll never set foot in here again!

They're gone.

Look at that hole!

I'll talk to them. They won't bother us anymore.

My poor girl!

Terrible things happen to you all the time.

Look!

- Are you kidding us? - Stop for God's sake!

I will not come back herel

This time, we were almost lynched!

You think so?

What do we do?

We'll stay here.

I don't want you to go.

What's that?

I don't know!

It's a dress!

Certainly nota common one.

Well, no...

I can only wear it when I stay in.

Are you?

Yeah.

Well then, Darling...

He loves it. He told me so.

And he thinks you're doing it rather well.

What? The stairs?

Yes.

I'm scared to death, I'm stone cold,

and I can't help myself!

Want some wine?

Yes, lots of wine.

Have you done the decoration here?

You are really a bitchy piece of shit!

Why?

You are really a shit.

No, it's because it's the same at your place.

It's my husband's new wife,

She made him the exact same apartment.

Weird!

What is it?

It's before you go.

Weird...

So, do you always have that much to talk about?

Yes.

What do you talk about?

Everything. I don't know.

When I talk, I don't know what I'm saying.

You are really pathetic.

I don't know why, when you're not there, I talk about you.

You don't know why?

No.

Tell me.

It's because you're in love with me.

Anyway, feelings are always mutual.

Ah yes? Me too. I think so, too.

Well, what have you done?

Your story is not so clear to me.

I want to know the smallest detail.

- We had dinner. - The two of you?

Yeah.

And she held my hand.

I was very surprised.

I'm not, and then?

I won't tell you.

The smallest detail.

She bit me.

That's all.

Do you think she wanted to sleep with me?

No, she can't do anything. She's always on the move.

She wants attention.

Because, she's in love with you.

I don't want to know.

But I do know!

Okay.

Are you going?

No.

Come on, go home, I'm telling you!

Go homel

I don't want to!

And what do you want?

I don't know...

He's in there.

If you sleep with him, it's not a coincidence!

Itis.

It is, because I don't want to.

There...

Can you go now?

No, not yet.

And now, can you go now?

Maybe.

You're in shape?

Yeah.

Okay, say "Bye, my love."

- Okay. - Say it.

I 'am, but I can't say it.

Well, are you in love with me?

What?

Anyway, feelings are always mutual,

an dl mean," , "always"

This is going far!

Yes, that's the way it is.

It's mutual inhibition. It's like a passion.

I feel...

as if I'm going to find out something about myself.

He's the love of your life.

No, it's passion, passion is torture.

You're something else, the two of you!

I have to go, I have something on the stove.

I will wait. I've got something to tell you.

She doesn't buy it.

She's got something to tell me.

- Who? - Abroad I have my eyes on.

She's interesting?

Okay, but only a minute, after that, I have to run.

Okay.

It's a declaration of love, but not nomal.

He told me that feelings are mutual, so...

So, I feel like doing something stupid.

No, it's mine!

Do you know what I'll do?

No, maybe I won't.

But I can't not, it's too funny!

Basically, it's very good. It's literary inspiration.

Your wife always acts like I'm not in the room.

- That's very frustrating. - No, it's not!

You're part of my husband's life,

its just that I don't see you.

- Charming outfit. - Yes, it's strange.

I blame him.

When the love is gone, you don't mind looking bad.

It's very comfortable. Now, shut up.

- Telegram service? - Yes, your listed name?

Hevrart. H as Hubert,

E as Emile, V as Valentine,

R as Raoul, ART.

- Hervart. - That's right.

Phone number?

3376750.

Address?

Mr. Bruno Martin.

B for Bruno, Martin.

Bruno Martin...

10 Seine Street, Paris.

Text?

"I." Signed, Solange. I for Italy.

You will see, it will explain itself.

I have to send three to the same person.

On the second, "LOVE,"

and the third, "YOU," of course.

You see, it's a love telegram.

In three, that's what's So nice about it.

Okay, soit's "[." signed, Sofange?

That'sright. Let's go to the second.

I'lf read the name over again?

No, put exactly the same,

but now, the text reads "LOVE,"

L-O-V-E.

- "LOVE," signed, Solange? - Yes.

And now the third, exactly the same.

The text is "YOU " sighed, Solange.

It's the stupidest thing you could do.

You feel sorry now.

You're sorry.

You're ashamed.

No, I'm not sorry.

It's nice.

Three little pieces of paper forming a puzzle.

And it's nothing or not... but in small pieces.

- Absurd! - Well, I don't give a shit!

Anyway, it didn't have the effect you wanted.

- It can have many effects. - Well, you got the worst.

So what? Sometimes it's better when the worst comes first.

First, before what?

Before the deluge.

I'm laughing, but I know very much what is important to me.

The worst effect...

{ got it there, the next day.

He wasn't bad looking.

Not bad, not good, you only get attached after.

In the beginning, Bruno was a substitute

for my unhappiness with Jim.

It's not about liking people, but them liking you.

That's what's important

when you're depressed.

It's always been clear to me.

{ always knew there are many guys for me.

So { would give them my number.

Bye.

3376750.

- Don't go yet. - Yes, I've got a date.

I've got a date!

- Is it sacred? - It's sacred!

Even if it shouldn't.

And then, things stayed in fine.

We picked up from where we left off before the telegrams.

How to put it?

We repeat ourselves...

We repeat ourselves from the instant we fall in love,

but not yet exist for one another.

- So, you're in love with me? - What?

Anyway, feelings are always mutual.

Yes? I think so too!

Yes, but, there, always!

Me too, I think the same.

I know nobody wants to believe me.

It's as if there's only me. That's the tricky thing.

So you, you're in love all the time.

Never, never...

That's no answer.

Itis!

Because, I assure you!

But sometimes I pretend.

And you pretend with me?

No, I pretend the opposite.

Some people fall in love all the time.

Very much in love!

Do you understand how they do it?

Me? Certainly not!

But they don't let me find out they're pretending!

Surely not.

Cool, I'm not the type to ask questions.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Your husband let me in.

That's okay.

We shouldn't use this. It's too good.

Women get used to it and won't need us anymore.

But you should be happy, I'm unfaithful to Bruno.

He began to take too much space.

So, did you decide?

With a musician.

As always.

What's he like?

I don't know...

I like that.

Do you like it?

Yes, I like it.

I always like it.

- Another one? - No, I have to go.

What are you going to do?

We go on, it's great.

Okay, I'll leave your key in the buggy.

Can't you give it to me?

No, never!

Bye.

Where were you?

For once, you're not 2 hours late.

What kind of remark is that?

Arotten one.

Walk on!

Why?

So I can put the key in the buggy without you seeing.

- For who? - My husband.

I'd better put them in afterwards.

What's your husband doing?

That's just it. I don't know.

You should keep him away when I'm here.

I forbid him, but I can't stop him.

You are a petty girl.

- Certainly not! - Apetty girl!

There, now are you touched?

What does he mean to you?

I don't know!

It's torture, he intoxicates me!

And still I'm trying to find myself, I'm sure!

It's strong and happening to me!

When he hurts you that much...

I'm saying, it doesn't bring you any good.

You're a wreck. Enough is enough!

I don't care!

I love madness!

Why are you screaming?

I don't know.

It's like a faint,

like I'm losing consciousness.

I'm the only one that matters.

Something in me is slipping but I can get hold of it.

The only interesting thing, is awoman's orgasm.

Even when they are stupid, it's intriguing and beautiful.

Really?

Certainly!

While aman's orgasm is useless.

I hate having one. It's pitiful.

Me too, I think coming is a goal in itself.

It's worth looking at.

Well, with her, I'm well served.

She lets herself go?

She longs for it.

She's not like you.

She knows how to lose herself in passion, total passion.

So... will she break?

She will. Completely.

What's that?

It's not my fault.

Itis.

You should forbid him to come when I'm here.

Forbid him. I hate it!

I hate it as well.

He's gone.

Can you walk around the house like that?

Sure.

Walk!

It fightens me!

You're afraid?

Where shall I go?

To your room.

You want to go to your room.

Your room is horrible.

It couldn't be any worse.

Don't exaggerate. your room is worse.

What?

- Don't exagemate. - Go back over there.

Stay as you are!

What do you want? You want come to me?

Yes.

Are you okay?

- Are you happy? - Yes.

- That's what you want? - Yes.

You're not going to cry?

No.

Not that, you hear me...

I hate that!

I know that very well.

- I told you, no husband! - What can I do?

No wonder we're harrassed constantly. You let him!

- Catherine, she... - She does it as welll

Anyhow, it's not about me, it's about you!

You don't have the right to call me anymore.

I'll call you.

When?

In two, three days...

a month.

- When you are better. - Nol

- What do you mean? - No, I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Well, this is extraordinary!

How did you do that?

I don't know.

You see, you are sick.

I've never seen this before.

Just like that! Very cheeky!

Yes, you see... If you leave me...

I could cry terribly.

I'll get termribly withdrawn,

I'll pull my hair and feel like ripping the skin off my face.

You need to rest.

I will see you in two days.

No!

Yes... sleep well.

I don't want to see you ever again!

- Never? - Neverl

It's your loss!

Am I disturbing you?

No, not at all.

What's that?

Sentences.

"...not to explain, it's to tell you. It's a letter made of words."

"For inexplicable reasons, I can't find them."

"On the other hand, I am..."

Stop it, I'll read it to you.

So, what do we do?

In the meantime, you can do with me as you please.

It's not to convince you,

not to explain,

it's to tell you.

It's a letter made of words.

For inexplicable reasons, { cannot find them.

On the other hand, { am always talking to you, in my head.

And honestly, I don't know what you say.

Except that there's no reason for me to be unhappy.

But, as opposed to what you think, I am.

{ don't call you because I found...

the last few weeks, terrible.

İt is contrary to what you might imagine.

Neither a random decision, nor an attempt to trap you.

I absolutely don't want to love you this way.

Or anyone else.

I'lf be the strongest out of necessity.

Only tears.

I am capable of losing myself completely.

Including writing mendacious love letters.

I neither want to love you nor have you in my life.

I love you with all my heart, that's all.

It's very fragile and completely transparent.

Like a bubble that captures you, your visits...

and that doesn't leave any stains.

It's something of absolute secrecy.

Whatever I may say about you,

the details { may give of our meetings,

nobody could understand why.

- Do we go there? - Of course.

Nor what happens in real life,

which only exists because I manipulate it

and because, for once, [ don't try to escape.

We would like a room, please.

- For two? - Yes, for a half hour.

Okay, room #8, with a bath.

Fifth floor.

Give us the ugliest one.

- Pay in advance. - Yes, how much?

30 Francs.

Follow me.

You take my breath away.

How should I tell you to be a lover?

Or even to scratch me.

My lovers are nothing but lovers. It's not a measurement.

How can I say but one word?

With my lack of respect, it would amaze me.

Stillness, perhaps.

But then, what?

Beyond my limits, I only need one thing...

that shakes me completely and which I can not find...

...the words.

Desire, desire...

{ have desire. Where is the crack?

The tomb you let me sink in as if to punish me for so much disgrace.

As if dragged you on behalf of my body.

As if that was it

{ don't have a body.

And neither do you.

You also have no life.

These two conditions are necessary for me to love you completely.

I want you everyday. So be it. But not in a daily routine.

You're a passenger. Don't forget that.

It resembles the sharp edge of your lock and of your colfar.

Passionate meetings. Not forgotten, not expected.

Anyway, you're not someone to long for.

You're someone who shows up with a word, thrown in the air;

which, as it seems, only { can understand.

I'lf be waiting for you.

My skin keeps blazing up like a burning piece of parchment.

I'm having the strange sensation of no feeling in my body.

It's driving me crazy.

Afterwards...

nothing is possible, only mistrust...

and tears.

The position of role model is not easy when passion is involved.

What are you thinking?

That you have to destroy strange feelings out of pride?

With contempt... anything can be done.

That's what frightens me!

There, it's finished!

- I want to leave! - And if I stopped you?

No!

You know I could hurt you? Kill you?

Nol! That would be a pity!

- To whom? - To my daughter.

Damn!

No, I need it! For myself!

To know that I am capable of profound feelings!

I need it.

Nobody will read it anyway.

"The position of role model is not easy when passion is involved.

"What are you thinking?

"That you have to destroy strange feelings out of pride?

"With contempt, anything can be done. That's what frightens me!"

So...

Are you frightened?

Yes.

Are you happy now?

I think so.

Everything could start all over in the same way.

Starting over, this time worse, of course.

Because, it would end the same way, of course.

In any case...

it really is a love letter.

You know what?

It won't last much longer.

But you will see him tonight?

Yes! Well, if I wait for him...

he won't show up and if I don't...

he will say he came, he'll make a scene...

and I will be convinced that I missed something.

But I know this can't go on!

I'm scared because I have nobody.

Nobody!

- What will you do now? - I will wait for him.

I'm always waiting for him.

It scares me.

You only have to refuse.

No, it will destroy itself.

That's my revenge.

I keep telling them, but they refuse to believe me.

It will be the same with him, exactly the same.

Mean, petty. That's what it is.

What time is it?

One o'clock.

I have to go.

I have an appointment at one.

He won't be there before 3, 4 o'clock.

I don't care. I'll call him!

I was absolutely sure he was there.

So ! came up with a strategy.

{ would take a nap for 1 or 2 hours

and I'd let the telephone ring.

This way, I would give him the certainty that it was me.

Then, I would hang up to make him believe

his stoicism had a hold on me.

A convulsion of my resistance would be asking for excuses.

Ten minutes, maybe fifteen.

{ would immediately call him back.

This time...

it would appear to come from someone else.

Someone who had suffered the pain of waiting.

And if Bruno was the coward that he was,

he would answer.

What? What do you want? Why do you call me?

I want to see you.

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

I decided not to see you.

No, I want to see you! To see you, that's alll

- What do you want? - To see you!

What do you want?

To see you.

It won't change anything!

It will!

So, what has changed?

Nothing...

but it should have.

Why?

Say something.

I'm off.

No, you're not!

- I came to be nice. - No, you had an appointment!

- That's enough, I'm off. - Nol

And if I beat you up?

What do you think it'll do to me?

I don't give a shit!

Gol

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