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Beatrice!

Beatrice!

Beatrice, answer!

The code's broken.

Go to the bakery next door.

- Thank you. - Don't mention it.

You want the code?

Adel!

Who's he? Is he moving in?

How peaceful.

Just what I needed, Dr Harriston.

Would you be so kind as to shut up?

Beatrice, my love, where are you?

I dreamt of you. I held you in my arms.

You said, yes, yes, yes. Philippe.

How refreshing!

Your cologne is intoxicating, Henry.

Again, a question of character, Edgard.

Yes, I'll mix it!

Next on our program is Villa-Lobos,

recorded live at the Maison de la Radio.

Bachania's Bresileiras 5, for soprano and orchestra.

- What's wrong? - Shut up!

You're in a bad mood?

I can't see her down there.

I'd like to reserve a seat for the concert on the 16th.

The name is Harriston.

Yes, I'll wait.

"Dear Beatrice..."

"I love you. Do you love me?"

"You said no

"with unbelievable frankness."

"Like a fever, a cataclysm, you haunt me:

"your every word, your every glance.

"I can't sleep, I can't eat. Can you?"

"You said: Julien. And that was all.

"I said: You're pretty. You said: Stop.

"I said: You're tender. You said: Not always.

"I said: Why? You said: I don't know.

"I said: I love you.

"You said: Don't say that."

"I'm warning you: Beatrice, I'm not the reasonable type.

"Not like the other guys who are after you.

"I'm violent. A psycho. I've had more than enough.

"I'm fed up with you, with your smile, with your odour

"with your sweat, and with being up on your roof."

"I want you to love me.

"you better love me, or else I'll kill you,

"I'll kill myself, or both of us.

"Jerome."

Beatrice, it's Daniel. Answer the phone! Answer!

Please! I'm at the end of my rope!

The end, the end, the end!

Answer!

Open up!

Where is she? You're in her bed. She must be hiding.

Where the fuck is she?

It figures. You're good-looking. I bet you're loaded too!

A bookworm too. You read poetry. Girls like that.

No. Believe me... it'd not me.

Jerome!

Jerome? So you know my name?

I bet you two laughed at my expense!

No, I don't even know her.

Have a good laugh, asshole?

No, I'm living at her place. She's at mine.

I can see.

Jerome...

please be reasonable.

I'm not that type!

I know.

Thank you.

I don't know Beatrice.

I guess she's pretty.

You guess right.

Very pretty, right?

Lively too,

and spontaneous.

Unbelievably frank.

Cruel in her own way. Indifferent too.

Yet gentle

and complicated.

Exactly.

Love must be something very serious to her.

Impossible, too.

She doesn't love anyone.

No one?

She loved my sister.

My mother loved her. Everyone did.

Me too, even if I wanted to pull her hair sometimes.

Beautiful blond hair, almost white in the summer.

So beautiful, I felt suffocated.

It broke my heart. Such beauty...

Yes...

I'm embarrassed.

It hurts...

Yes?

Beatrice's perfume.

It covers up her true smell. Drives me crazy!

Yeah...

I can smell it.

Can you?

Yes, I can.

Don't worry. I'm Philippe.

A dear friend of Beatrice's.

I miss her so I figured being where she sleeps...

It's like having her near.

I can smell her... imagine her...

Sir, you have a leak.

My apartment's soaked.

Hurry!

My place is flooded. It must come from your place.

Henry...

Talking to you did me good. I want to see you again.

I have so much to say. It's hard to get it out.

Beatrice, you're back already?

You look awful. Come in.

No, don't do that.

Give me a hand.

I think Campton has a problem.

He has lots of them!

I'm worried. Actually, he doesn't smell bad.

For your homecoming, I messed everything back up.

So you'd feel at home.

I do, but things seem different.

I did a lot work.

I repaired the leak.

- There was one? - The firemen came.

John, uh... Henry.

Yes, it's Henry.

You scratch!

I scratch?

I threw your clothes on the floor.

To look like before.

This is my bed.

We'll have to share it now.