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AFTER FALL, WINTER

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*No, no, let it.

- But you're in pain, Mom... - Then I want to feel it.

Will you call Sophie?

- Yes, Robert, how are you? - I'm sorry to bother you. Are you busy?

No, no, don't worry. Is it going okay?

Not so good.

I don't think she has long to live.

I'll come now.

Are you having trouble catching your breath?

What can I do to help you?

Get in your cage!

I'm leaving, my love.

Mommy will be back soon. She has to go to her other job.

Pain never lies to you...

and neither does death.

Good evening.

And that's why they're my only friends.

Hello, Sophie.

Hello, C�cile.

You've told me what happens up to now...

That's as much I know.

I believe you'll be in a magnificent place...

...with a wondrous, loving God...

But you'll tell us the rest when you find out for sure.

I love you, my darling.

And I love you so much, Mom.

*She's gone.

Hi Michael, it's Linda from Manhattan Realty. Congratulations on selling the apartment.

Sorry, we couldn't get your asking price, but selling any two-bedroom

on the Upper West Side is a victory. Good luck in your new place.

Delinquent Accounts Michael Shiver

Some exchange, Miss? Please.

- Can you give me some exchange? Please - Sorry, bro.

I bet you are.

I think that you could do without the forth burner.

I have a debt of $ 600,000.

- Yeah. Want a little spicy rice? - No, thanks.

Excuse me, please, that I bother you, but you are not Michael Shiver?

- Yeah. I am. - Oh my god!

I love Fall. I've read it at less ten times.

- Thanks. - And why you did not write another book?

I did. Two more.

- Aha. - I do not want to be rude, but I must go.

They want go together at the end?

I'm probably stupid and terribly want to know.

- What do you think? - I think they did.

Then it seems to me that, yeah.

Hey, Michael. I wish I had better news for you but I got nothing but passes on your manuscript.

We still have 7 or 8 publishers to go so hang tight!. We'll sell your book!

How incidentally is your selling, by the way?

Is not. Is not. Publishers are not interested. Yet few of them left, but...

I am at a loss. On the day my books are not sold.

I refuse to write tutorials and about the people they want to read.

You know what you should do?

Oh my God, I'm a genius.

- What? - Come to Paris!

Will enjoy it on Montmartre.

Just come. You can get a new perspective.

No, I do not know.

I'm back in Paris, when I broke up with Serena.

I think it is time, you to get rid of his demons!

For the Lord God, man! When was this? Before 15 years ago?

You will be fine.

Well, Michael, I'm sorry, but I'm gonna.

Come to Paris, okay?

Just come.

God's presences was always indisputable in my life.

Is my presence what was often under suspect.

New York, NY to Paris, France

*Excuse me.

I'm looking for Miss Bourgeron.

*Down the hall, room 5.

Thanks.

*Excuse me.

I must have the wrong room.

I was looking for Mrs. Bourgeron.

The nurse told me she was in here.

She won't be in here for long.

BOURGERON, Ana�s Date of Birth: January 27, 1998

Can I sit with you for a bit?

My parents don't know how to handle it.

They must think that you do.

Do you?

Handle what?

Your thirteen-year-old daughter dying.

I don't know. I don't have a 13-year-old daughter.

Then why are you here?

Because I want...

...you to feel as good as you can feel about dying.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard

That does sound pretty stupid.

Can I try again?

Do you have any brothers or sisters?

I always wished I had one.

I had a dog. He was as close as I came.

I have a little brother.

He means more to me than anything in the world.

What's his name?

Maybe we can get him here to visit you.

No.

He would cry. And then I would die for sure.

Are you in pain?

Do you want some morphine?

Strawberry.

Strawberry!

Stop! I said strawberry!

Strawberry means stop!

*I didn't hear you. Speak up next time.

- Michael! I don't believe it, you came! - I came, I came, I came.

- What are doing here? - I wanted you to surprise.

He was depressed, so I told him to came over. He'll stay in my father studio.

Great! You can keep in company, when out of the house.

- I was kidding. I like to see you. - Me too.

- This place is amazing. - Yeah.

My father bought it in the 40's.

He use it as kind of an office.

I am glad you came.

I think that's to be really good for you.

I hope so.

All right.

So, you have a little shop down there, for foods and water.

- Sacr�-Coeur! Is just there. - Yeah.

And this street to get to the metro. Will you remember?

What does it matter?

Paris is the only place where can you lose and find at same time.

Thanks very much for all, Charles. I really appreciate it. Is great to see you.

- Is a pleasure for me. - See you soon.

- Have fun! Take care. - Well.

*You dropped your ring.

Oh, no, it's not mine.

*Yes, it'll bring you good luck.

No, but indeed I didn't drop it.

God wants you to have it. Do you know? Is your lucky day. Welcome to Paris.

You know, I hate to ask. You have a few euros, so I could get something to eat?

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

You are very kind. God keep the right man to ring.

You know what? Keep the ring. You can sell it.

No, it was intended for you. It was at your feet.

- It's a lady's ring, any way - Why don't give it to a lady?

- I wish it but I haven't any who give it. - You'll have one soon now.

*Sit! Ass sit!

Ass sit! Sit down!

*Ass sit! Ass sit!

Ass sit!

You're strict!

How do you say strict in French? You're strict.

*- Your change. - Thank you.

You're hard. You're strict to doggy.

*And you're rude.

*How impressive, these Americans!

*They can't even say hello, before they start talking.

It has to do with the boyfriend? Is from your love?

Is with... with the boyfriend? You're strict. Disappointed heart or something?

*Who are you, Marcel Marceau?

*Playing charades will teach me your pedestrian native tongue?

As know your enemies? But I can you save forever.

Okay.

*Thank you very much.

*Good luck with him. Hopefully he won't break into a song and dance next.

*Thank God it's not raining and he doesn't have an umbrella.

*Let's go.

- Yes. Good evening, miss - Good evening.

So, how much for the oranges?

- Good evening - Good evening.

Bravo!

*Antoine, what are you doing here?

*It's a surprise.

*You can't just show up. I have to go to work.

*Come on, you can be late for work once in a while.

*Let me take you to breakfast.

*They're beautiful.

*Thank you.

*And you are too.

*Hey!

*Hey, stop, we've only gone out twice.

*I'm not easy like all your little actress star fuckers

*who would do anything to have sex with you.

*Woo me a little.

*Nah, I don't like wooing women.

*What are you going to do about it?

*Scream rape?

*I'd love to see that.

*Stop.

*Stop, fucker!

Stop, fucker!

What the fuck are you doing, you crazy bitch?

Untie me!

Untie me, fuck!

Sophie, what's got into you?

You have no idea what I'm going to do to you!

Untie me!

Untie me, you whore!

You like to take advantage of girls, huh?

Just because you're famous and handsome, you think you can do whatever you want?

You picked the wrong girl this time, handsome.

Where are you going?

What are you doing? No, no!

Just stop your bullshit!

Stop! You are sick!

I think it would be good for you to see what it feels like

to be taken advantage of yourself, yeah?

Sophie, wait!

You are really fucked up.

Stop, stop!

Do you deserve my being nice to you?

Yes, yes, yes!

Okay, I'll be nice to you.

Spit on it.

You're completely insane, little girl!

What are you doing?

No, no, no!

Okay, okay, okay!

All right, all right.

A little more.

That's good.

Bye.

See you next week.

Bye.

Struggle more next time, it's getting boring.

I will.

Hello.

I brought you something.

I think you'll like it.

What am I, Fred Astaire?

No, I just thought you might prefer it to a scarf.

Did your parents visit?

I told you.

They can't deal with this. They never come.

I don't have many words left.

Don't make me repeat them

I'm sorry. I won't anymore.

Get me a glass of water.

I'm not your servant.

Then why are you here?

Oh, right.

to help me accept that I will die seventy years too soon.

What are you, lonely?

No.

Do you have a husband?

No.

Boyfriend?

No.

Lover?

No. Do you?

It's hard enough to land a boy in 7th grade if you look like Katy Perry.

But when you're bald and have leukemia...?

And you?

What's your excuse?

*Hello Sophie, it's Thomas. Confirming our session. 3pm at your dungeon. Thank you.

- Do you speak English? - Downstairs.

Come in.

I'm so sorry. I'm late.

It's polite to say hello when you enter somewhere.

Oh, excuse me. Hello.

- I'm Michael. - Hello, Michael.

- I'm Natalie. Have a sit please. - Thank you.

This fancy American writer!

You don't look very fancy now, do you?

You look tiny and small.

You're pathetic.

You'll like I pay attention to you and that I use you for my enjoyment.

No money.

No career, no woman.

You used to be beloved, isn't it?

But no one cares about your books any more.

Your time is past.

I want to read some fresh, young authors.

Not deluded, selfishest narcissist.

There's a big difference between you

thinking in your life is interesting and anyone else

thinking in this.

And let me show you, know and death.

- Thanks. - Thank you, Michael.

- How far would you go? - What do you mean?

- Hurting somebody. - I would never hurt anyone for ever.

I wouldn't care about that, if is what you mean.

Only pain, that goes away.

A couple days, and so on.

- All the dominatrixes is this what follow? - Of course.

Kill someone?

No, of course not. That's not be as under murder.

So, you never heard of any?

I heard about a crazy girl, who does what, but I don't know if it's true.

Really? Wow!

Hi, Michael. It's Charles how your countable.

Caroline have the key to make sure that you come for Christmas.

No excuses. See you then.

You have two new messages. To hear the first message press 1

Excuse me. Very important...

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening, good evening.

I'm sorry. I'm really a date. I could take the bike?

Please.

You... you were...

I don't know if you remember. Last day we met in the shop.

- Orange store. - Yeah, yeah, I remember.

With a small dog.

You didn't... you didn't... I've... I know

but I don't remember really you speak English at all

So? didn't you? did you?

Well, what can we do about the bike?

I give a ride.

I'll go in the basket if you want.

So, what is your name?

I'm Michael.

What if canceled their plans and they talked for Supper?

What do you say?

Well, it's fun to be with someone, who do not even know.

Yeah, but we're up to do at the consequences.

Come on, friends are always disposed to forget certain difficulties and believe

your story about the meeting, due to which you canceled the meeting. So what is it?

How do you know that I'm meeting friends?

- Then, who is meeting with? - Why would I tell you, you're strange!

Yeah, who are you carrying in the basket of your bike

as in a fucking Julie Anderson sound and music something.

- You don't have a boyfriend. - Why not?

Because you're smiling. Maybe only a little, but you're smiling.

- I don't think so. - Yes you are.

- Rather, it was a grimace. - I don't think so.

Ah, okay.

So go two blocks this way.

- Two blocks this way? - Yeah, and you find the street.

Wait. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What's your number?

- I'll call you. Come on. - Yeah? I have to go.

- So I'll call you when you want. - Yeah, exactly.

Come on! What's your number?

*Are you a ready for dinner, baby?

I made us reservations at your favorite restaurant.

Did you work hard today?

Your wife worked hard today.

I closed a 20 million-Euro account.

I know that's nothing compared to how much money you make to take care of me

but I get so wet when I can contribute even a little.

Because I know that it pleases you when I try.

Taste me.

Taste my love for you.

You did that.

You have that power. It's crazy, isn't it?

My husband.

My love.

Kiss me.

I love kissing you so much.

But this stupid thing is getting in the way.

Why do you put such a stupid thing in your mouth?

Why aren't you answering me?

Does it hurt when I do this?

You pathetic little mamma's boy.

You don't appreciate me at all, do you?

My intelligence, my power.

All you want is a nice, simple wife who stays at home,

a girl with flowers in her hair riding in the basket

of your bicycle through the streets of Paris.

Is that what you want?

Dinner on the table at home, is that what you want?

I think that's what you want.

But, sir,

Your wishes is my command, sir.

My specialty.

Bon app�tit.

It's apparently very confusing to be a boy these days.

It seems girls are the new boys

wich means the only thing left for boys to be

*is the new girls.

- Hello. - Hello.

Listen, I think it's absolutely adorable that you have a little crush on me

but I think in this point, I mean, you should just summon the courage

to ask me out a proper date. Come on!

Stalking me? That's really not cool!

How do you say "stalking me is really not cool" in French?

What is "headstand" called in Sanskrit?

Can I...? Can I just...? This is... the only space. Can I...? Do you mind? Is there room here?

I need to get my space and then I can talk to you about that.

- I'm sorry, what did you say? - What's "headstand" called in Sanskrit?

Why?

Because I want to know if you come here to pick up girls or to practice yoga

Well, yoga means "union with God", right?

I don't think there's any greater closeness between man and his creator than the love between a man and a woman

So, I come to yoga to practice yoga, whether I meet a woman or not.

Gotcha.

And "sushasen" is my favorite position.

- And you? - I hate it, I don't like be upside down.

Really?

That's funny, it's the place where I feel like things make the most sense.

Listen, just so my entire concentration isn't completely distracted every other breath

throughout class, wondering if you're ever going to go out with me

I'm just gonna ask, once again, right before class starts.

- It that a "yes"? - No.

- Come on! Really? - Maybe.

What's the determining factor going to be?

How good your "headstand" is.

- So, what's the verdict? - A walk.

Like, a pre-date determining walk, or a walk that's a date?

A walk that's a walk.

I like to know what things are.

There's no such thing as a "date" in France anyway.

You know, we don't label things, we just spend time together and see what happens.

Man! That is such bullshit!

You're a woman so I don't give a fuck where you're from

That means you have expectations and you have rules and you have an agenda.

Ok, to say that you don't is a game at best and a lie at worst.

You're so American.

Really? Okay, well if "American" means straightforward and honest, then sure, I'm American

I know it's hard for you Americans to understand,

but sometimes you don't get what you want, do you?

Rarely.

- You rarely don't get what you want? - Yeah.

So even though you usually get what you want, when you don't, you're able to accept it with grace?

Do you think?

Well, you're not getting a definition for the walk

and you seem to be doing pretty well with the uncertainty.

Ah, yeah. That's just because I'm used to it with you now so it's just become, kinda, maddeningly lovely

Oh, the other time was when I wouldn't confirm or deny

if I would go out on a date with you before yoga started?

Exactly!

You know me so well, all the mystery is gone.

I thank God for that at least.

So, no private information.

No, sure, you can have private information, just not if it concerns thinking I'm cool

Or not, apparently, in your case.

- No, no. You're cool. - Thank you.

- So are you. - Thanks.

So listen, can we upgrade this walk that's a walk to a walk that's a date now please?

- No. - Come on! Why not?

Cause you're not that cool.

Depending on the day, that would gut me.

- And on this day? - A pinprick.

Well, you know, I just came from yoga so I'm free from all my options

- Well good. I'll sleep easier knowing. - So much so?

That I'm even willing to do your whole "In France we don't date we just hang out and see what happens" thing?

What's your number?

- Au revoir. - Come on. Hey! C'mon, what's your number? Hey!

There's something I'm going to tell you one day, that I thought when I first saw you.

- I don't think so. - You'll see.

I lied. It was always devastating. Always a crucifixion.

What women will never understand, is the weight of having to be the constant pursuer,

And the pain of every death when it's a no.

You have one new message.

Hey, Michael, it's Josh. Bad news man. I got six more passes on your new manuscript

Sorry to leave it on your machine, but I knew you'd want to know ASAP.

We're still after two last publishers. All we need is one.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

What do you want? Handjob, blowjob, sex?

- What is your name? - Veronica.

- Hey, Veronica. I'm Michael. - Hey, Michael.

So, what do you want?

What I want?

How much... for a handjob?

Three hundred.

Because I have a cool leather jacket you want 300 bucks for a handjob?

Actually have a button missing, so it's a discount.

This American's classy, don't you think?

He's dresed like a bum and thinks he's fashionable.

Hey, I was only kidding. Come on! 250! Because of your cool sneakers!

You can ask for mercy, and if I feel good, get it, but you need to trust,

that I know better than you what you need.

Hello?

Michael Shiver?

Speaking.

I'm Sherry Ann of Card Services and I'm calling about your paids on your accounts...

How much do I owe you?

Well. You have 3 charges for a total sum 427664.89 dollars.

They all have a 90-day delay. Now you can pay?

I'm sorry, I really can't. I'm right now in a very bad way financial by now.

I understand. Well. We could row you in protective payment plan and

you won't have to pay anything for three months, it will help you?

Yes, that would be awesome! If it may have to do, appreciate it very much.

Sure, I do it for you right now.

Okay. Thank you. Thank you for your kindness.

No, that's my pleasure. All right? You are all that. You take it in an hour.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You still say you don't come to yoga to pick up girls? Crying even?

The voice of Satan is unmistakable, even with a French accent.

It's so weird to see a guy cry in public. You know, with women it's familiar, even expected...

You see a woman cry in yoga, you want to give her a handkerchief.

You see a guy cry in yoga, you want to call the police.

I'm crying on the floor of a foreign country

and you're saying it's an act to pick up chicks? Does your evil know no bounds?

I'm sorry, I was just trying to lighten up whatever was making you sad...

I guess it wasn't the right angle to take. I apologize.

Okay.

You still have two "oms" to ask me out on a date again.

No, I'm done with all that.

- Why? - Because I'm decrepit and my life's over

- Come on, just one more try. - No, if we're going out, you're doing the asking.

- Fuck you. - Yeah.

So why were you crying in yoga?

Oh, God! Dear sweet Jesus, why was I crying in yoga?...

- Thanks. - Thanks.

You know when you're falling really, really, down

and just some random person from the oddest place is kind you and you just...

lose it?

That's what happened. This, this, bill collector lady from the midwest was kind to me.

- I'm sorry, was that too, touchy-feely or something - No, no, no.

- You asked. - No, I'm glad you told me.

It's good for me to practice being a girl sometimes, you know?

Like sharing emotional things and listening, being sympathetic and all...

It that hard for you?

That was enough practicing for one night.

Oh, come on. Man up.

Okay, just one more question and that's it.

Okay. What are the top five deal breakers for the guys that you, you know, non-date date?

- You need to be funny. - Okay.

- Smart. - Yeah.

Not a drug addict, alcoholic or....

A big heart.

And non-judgmental.

Like... republican-judgmental?

No, like, doesn't-even-judge-Republicans-not-judgemental.

Okay.

Buddha.

- But I don't go out with too many men. - Really? Why not?

I do not know, I guess I'm more like a guy.

You know, when I want sex, I have it, and when I need a friend, it's different.

Do you not want love in your life?

Okay, that was enough questions for me.

- Come on. - No, no, you, your girl.

- I'm a little afraid to ask, but you know... - Why?

- She needs to be funny. - Yes, absolutely.

Smart, witty, like... from New York.

- She needs to not be a prude. - Really.

I mean, I don't think you're a freak or anything, but certainly not missionary with the lights off.

Not only does it have to be missionary with the lights off

but I like to have pretty much no human contact whatsoever, so...

I find if you cut a hole in the sheets like the Quakers do, or whatever

You can almost do it without any feeling or touching at all.

Great!

- Yeah, it's really good! - Perfect.

And?....

- No cats. - Okay.

No looking at me and smiling lovingly while I'm eating.

What?

You can't look at me and smile lovingly at me when I'm eating.

And no touching my leg, with your foot or anything, when I'm eating.

Can I, can I look at you and smile lovingly, when you're not eating?

Yeah.

- And touch your leg with my feet. - Yeah, I would like that.

You're kind of nuts, aren't you?

Okay.

I'm gonna say this one time, and one time only. So you need listen it really, really carefully.

OK?

I'm the most sane man, that you now know or will ever meet in your entire life.

Okay.

Now, I realize that the simple fact that I would even say something like that to you

in your mind, not only doesn't quash, but, in fact, amplifies

your hypothesis that I am indeed crazy, but it is not.

Yeah, because underneath all of the "can't look at me and smile lovingly while I eat blah blah blah"

is the most honest, grounded person that you will ever know.

- You did not just do that. - I thought so.

- I love the cold, do you love the cold? - Yeah.

And that thing... that's my favorite thing in the world.

- Have you ever been up there? - No.

- Should we go up it now? - No. I'm, I'm gonna go home now.

- Come on, really? - No! It's late.

- Get farther away. - What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid of anything, I can't see.

- Why don't you wear your glasses? - I don't need glasses. Back up a step.

- Can you see me now? - Perfect.

And now?

- You have really pretty eyes. - Thanks.

How about now?

I have absolutely no idea who you are.

But in the dictionary under "smitten"

should be how you smell.

Wow. You must really like me if you're not gonna kiss me on the first date.

Correct.

Shucks!

If we'd hated each other we could have fucked in the bathroom at the restaurant.

- You really are like a boy. - I told you.

- You want to go out tomorrow night? - Yeah.

Good.

If you don't suddenly become not you

I'm gonna be in love with you by christmas, you know, just for a timeline.

You better go now

or I'm going to have a hard time remaining a gentleman.

I'm sorry, I can't understand. You know, my English words are not that good.

Anyone who understands the word "shucks"

has good enough english words to understand what I'm talking about.

- Scram. - Scram. Now that's a word I like!

*How are you feeling today?

Are you in pain?

What are you always looking at out the window?

I met a guy.

I do not know if I like him yet.

Is he a good kisser?

I do not know We haven't kissed yet.

Is he gay?

No.

Then why hasn't he kissed you yet?

Because he likes me.

If I liked you I would kiss you.

It should be that simple, huh?

I'd rather you brought me a tux to go my top hat than your stupid riddles.

As stupid as that would be, it would at least make sense.

Do you like old-fashioned things?

Not many thirteen-year-old girls know who Fred Astaire is.

I was born in the wrong era.

When I was young,

I would cut school and sneak into the movies.

When you were "young"...

Old movies.

I loved the dancing in them.

They were so elegant. So graceful.

So in love with each other.

They did not have to say it,

they showed it by how they hold one another and moved.

Now they just talk and talk.

A million words, that mean nothing.

One dance said everything that was important.

I think you'd secretly would like

to dance in a top hat and tuxedo.

And I think you secretly woluld like

*the boy to kiss you.

You're in Paris now. Everything is fashion!

Yeah. Do you think? Even the hookers are ashamed of your appearance.

And... the final touch.

Beautiful.

Cool!

You will be succesful.

- You can be over for Christmas, yes? - Yeah.

And bring the girl. We're dying to meet her.

Hey, we'll see what happens, okay?

*Miss, Miss, you dropped your ring!

No, it's not mine.

No, I assure you it just dropped.

No, no, no. No, no. Give that back! Give that money back!

This is none of your business!

No, take this, take this back.

This is none of your business!

Don`t fool the people.

This is none of your business!

- She's doing it all the time. - Thank you. Thank you.

It's a fraud. Don't worry. Don't do that to people!

*You be careful!

Bon jour. Bon soir. I'm so sorry, I'm late.

I was saving some old about to be cheated by a gypsy.

Hand reading?

- No, no. Pretend that found a ring at their feet - Yeah, the last trick!

- You know about that? - Yes.

She did it exactly to me three nights ago.

But you did not give her the money?

Wait, it was my first night in Paris! OK?

The streets that I rule, jet lag, romantic Paris, with its magical bridges...

And a sweet lady put in my hand a ring that I should put at my feet at my future bride.

Why the fuck do you want your money? But listen, it's not funny.

When I saved those people and told the lady fuck off and ever don't do that any more,

she starts screaming at me and do something strange, like...

And then she starts watching me.

Do you think she could send me a Gypsies band what stabbed me in the back or something so?

No.

But she follows watching me, as if she knew where I lived.

- She spoke English? - No.

And how?

She did it with her fingers. like this. Watching me there. I know where you live.

That doesn't mean she is watching you, that means is sending a curse on you.

- Are you sure? - Yes! Absolutely!

So a curse, it doesn't mean that there isn't a Gypsy clan in no way takes off, when she watch me?

Just a curse.

Fuck to curse, curse it is grace.

Swearing even breakfast, I would look for the evening he had changed into a frog.

But you didn�t need to pull to the French women, you see

- You're talking about? She pulls at me? - Yeah, sure.

What, what, what... Frenchwomen I've pulled out?

On me. When we first met in the orange store!

You pulled me out.

You asked me if I was so strict with my boyfriends like did with my dog, and then you...

you thought that I didn't understand you, you... when like this.

Isn't that a universal sign for being strict in lands over?

OK, well, if you have met... you know... pretending not speak English,

you has been an actor making an innocent gesture gentleman...

- So innocent!? - Yes, innocent gesture gentleman.

You don't look like a gentleman today. Have a update.

Thanks, I tried, but somehow I'm here not to advance.

- Serious you look nice. - Thank you.

- Suit suits you. - Thank you.

- Can it say that? - Yeah.

- That suit suits you? - Yeah, suit suits you!

No, but how would you say?

Normally, you'd say something like: You look at it suits. You suit well.

- But no "the suit suits you". - No, but I like "the suit suits you". I think it's fine.

I do not want say it. Don't mean me stupid!

Sophie, wait, come on. You aren't angry now.

Yes, I'm angry! I do not like that. Do not play games with me like that!

I'm not some French dolly for you to play with.

Like it says no, and I do not want to feel like an idiot!

I'm sorry, Sophie, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You're sweet. I'm sorry.

So... I thought we can get about some stuff from the market, and brought it to me.

That sounds perfect.

God, it's like, huge shop window with cheese!

Lady store here, thanks. I love cheese.

Do you like cheese?

Can I help you?

What's cheese dinner. Who would care they have over there. What's only cheese.

There were rare.

I'm really excited, with all about cheese. I say to you, what about you?

Yeah, I am.

And what do you do for work?

I take care of people who are dying.

- God, is not that exhaustive? - Hm.

Do you take care now of anyone?

- A little girl. - Really?

Yeah, this is the first time that happened something like that, usually the

old people who lived a nice long life, so it's a little easier for me.

- How old is she? - Thirteen.

She has leukemia.

- There is no way to improve the chances? - No, I think not.

- How long will she live? - It's hard to say.

She maybe is waiting for Christmas it is a child.

Or wants to say goodbye to his family. Or both.

- This is terrible. - Yeah.

She reminds me of me, when I was her age.

Really? What so?

I do not know, plain reminds.

So what do you do?

- By far nothing so important. - Come on! Everything is important!

Think about a plumber when you need go to the bathroom.

Oh yeah.

I write books.

- Really? - Yeah.

What books?

The first was called Blameless was published in 1986.

- Before you were born. - I was born on the 85. Thank you.

Is it weird for you to walk with someone who is 15 years older?

No.

Because you're French?

No, because father issues.

That does not sound so terrible.

It can free now.

You usually take women my age?

No, usually they are older.

- That is good for you? - No.

No. As long you can age for 3 Beatles album, and one you know,

then we kiss and we can an excellent challenge have ever.

And the issue I can't look at you, smiling, touching you, when you eat and blah?

- No, it generally applies. A simple can not. - Well.

OK? Go on.

Come on!

Abbey Road, Revolver and the White album,

which is the big one, squares take the package without printing and inside are photos.

- Or the contest can wait. - Very good.

And about kissing, it will probably never know.

No.

You see that building?

It used to be in a movie, that only show old the American films.

- Yeah. - You know... like the Charles Heston movies

- Charlton Heston movies? - Yeah. The Charle... you know, Charlton Heston.

Charlton Heston was a extremely ??? macho. really man, actor

that play many movies in those years but I

I don't think he really danced an any movies, I can be wrong but... are you sure?

OK. So what... is the dance in the '40s, you know, �Wasn't the Charlton Heston?

Do you mean the charleston?

Yeah, right the charleston.

Ah, so what these movies the choice

movies where they dance the charleston, and not Charlton Heston movies.

What?

- I told you you wouldn't do that. - What?

To make me a stupid!

Well, what happens? It was funny to confuse Charlton Heston and charleston. Knock it off.

I didn't make a joke, I make a mistake you love funs, you do not talk about it!

- Well, I'm sorry! - I want you to go now!

Come on.

Don't ever touch me like that!

*Don't cum yet.

*Don't cum yet.

Wow! You fuck me!

Where's the cheese?

It is time to evaluate. You the first.

- OK. Say you how to do this. - What do you mean?

Well, will evaluate these cheeses against store food?

I mean all cheese is better than dog shit, so we try something else, or...?

No. No, we evaluate them against all foods.

It will be like this.

Okay, so dog shit is one and choco cake is ten.

Write these cheeses.

Why first for dog shit?

Nothing. It's just the lowest.

Zero is the lowest.

It is true! In France, the Ground Floor is zero, not one.

- And in the States is... - It's one. The Ground floor is one.

- I mind an stupid more in the States. - Oh, please!

OK.

So dog shit is zero, choco cake is ten. Write these cheeses.

- It will not work. - Why not?

Because if you want include all the food, we need more numbers.

Like up to hundred.

Ok. Great. Dog shit is zero, choco cake is a hundred. Write these cheeses.

- No, it's not to compute it! - Why, why is to compute about?

Oh my god!

- Like you say the cheese in general is like ninety. - Okay, I'd say 92, but it doesn't matter. Okay.

And now, we evaluate these cheeses from 0 to 10. Ten is the better, zero the least.

Perfect.

First I just fuck you again quickly and then we do it. Now it will be really nice.

- No! Not now! - Come on!

- I'm not in the mood right now. - Come on!

*Stop.

Well, let's go for it. We can write down.

Zero to one hundred. Thus 0-10.

- No, it's boring! - Come on!

I still have to do anything.

You go to the hospital so late?

Yeah, sometimes I can not sleep at night, so I rise and sit with her.

- Come on. I'm late! - Aha.

Does she mind if someone else besides you?

No, she might not upset.

You've got to go now. I'm in a hurry!

- You come! - OK.

- Well... I'm... I'm amazing. - Me too.

- Yes it's all, I'll call you later. - It's... it's not this door. It's this way

I hope I did not spoil it too much. Pardon.

- Good night. - Thanks.

*Which one do you like the best?

- The gruyere. - Right?

- Yeah. - Me too.

And the camembert second-best.

I like...

this one.

No, I like this one third best.

So he's a good kisser.

Really?

Yeah, really good.

Wow, have you decided you like him?

I don't like many people.

And me, do you like me?

You I liked from the moment I first met you.

Me too.

You better give him a chance.

Good kissers are hard to find.

Not that I'd know.

You've never kissed anyone?

No.

Why not? You're so beautiful.

Let's just say...

...the people I wanted to kiss have never wanted to kiss me back.

This one tastes like shit.

No joke. Dog shit.

I wanna meet him. Can I?

Yeah.

Bring him next time, will you?

Okay, I will.

Are you done?

Almost.

No, here.

Okay, let's get you into bed.

*Good night, sweetheart.

For you, it's ever hard to be close to be bored?

To be bored?

Are there boys that you like, or like you.

- Do you believe in heaven? - OK. End of that conversation.

Come on. It's boring.

It's very sweet and actually the phrase doesn't make sense, but

and you're very smart, you're not dumb, you're not an stupid, no...

OK, ok, don't worry, I'm not stupid... what?

Well, you use "boring" when you don't really mean so.

Really?

Yeah. Like when we were in the cheese contest

and you really want do it, but then suddenly did not want do it

and you said that it's boring. And now the same thing to my personal question.

Ok, ok. So what I say. What would you say?

Well, out of you answer to my question. But if you do not want to answer, you say...

something like: I Ain't Wanna To Talk About It.

I Ain't Wanna To Talk About It. Do you believe in heaven?

I Ain't Wanna To Talk About It.

Oh, come on, don't be baby!

Living right there. Forever. We'll be aged, like a honeymoon 120 ago.

And I'll be sitting here under a willow tree and watch how everything passes,

and you'll cry over: honey, come home for lunch, I've made vichyssoise.

That would be heaven to me.

You know the soup - vichyssoise.

- Of course. - Say it again.

- Vichyssoise. - Your French is improving.

- Merci. - I make a very good vichyssoise.

You don't have to be so uncomfortable. I don't want hurt you.

And you don't have to be so impatiently.

You don't have to be so slow.

You don't have to be so pervasive.

And you don't have to be so truculent.

And you don't have to pretend that you are superior using words that I don't know.

And you don't have to use that you have seduced me.

Shut up and kiss me already!

Wait! French kiss me!

You're so a fool!

- Dog style? - I hate.

- Really? - Mmm.

Many women like dog style.

- And you? Dog style? - I hate.

- Really? Most men like dog style. - Yeah, no, no. I hate...

- I want to see you... - My breasts, yeah

No, your face.

Well, even your breasts. Everything!

And I aim fucking you.

You aim fucking me?

Ok, we play the game now.

- I've never done it. - Did you think of it?

No. I mean I've thought occasionally sexual experiences about it and...

- You know, a double with girls. Pretending but - Pretending what?

- Pretending be a man fucking me alike. - Really?

Yeah, one time ago with my last girlfriend.

So... you're not into BDSM now.

No. And I wasn't into at then. You know. Occasionally, play around.

Oh. Have fuck with the strap harness. Occasionally, it is a normal game?

It's not completely normal, but it's more normal when you are not rejecting anything like that.

So why haven't you tried it with a guy?

Cause it's simple in itself like that. You know, I mean, I love all of women,

hands, feet, soft skin, kissing,

a lot disgust me a man. No, no.

The men then, it's more... it's more psychological. It's more the taboo.

it's the being, you know, dominate it, punish.

I mean. Haven't it so done, maybe I could try, but I'm afraid HIV.

- Well. Do you have safe sex. - No. Forget it.

Can I have three fuckin rubber, It's simply risky, I would not never did.

You don't think it's all just an excuse?

- Because I'm afraid that I am a gay? - Hm

OK. I would love skydive, but I'm...

shit scaring of airplane. And heights. So I never do that.

That's make me, someone who is afraid to net a secret closet skydiver.

But you don't play with thoughts about skydiving.

I don't joke with the idea of fucking with guys.

So when you want to go you're fucking in the ass Those that aroused?

Okay. This is an invalid attempt.

This game is just to ask questions about hate, love or like.

Well... I like this new game better.

Okay, so it'll play later.

What is the BDSM for you?

- I hate it. - Really?

Yeah. Maybe I'm traditional, but I think it's weird.

So you think I'm weird, founded in I have experience with this?

No, you tried it in your past, as you said, and...

I know you, you know, you aren't interested any more, so that's fine.

- Yeah, but do you think... - I just think a man should be real man.

Really?

So do "real men" only have normal sex?

No, no.

Can real men fantasize about less using the traditional sexual behavior?

Yes, as long as they don't find saying about it all the time.

Okay, so...

How many times can a man fantasize about the traditional sexual behavior to be a real man?

Five times or twelve times?

I can't trust a man who fantasize of what he can not give.

Fantasize about women is ok, take it.

But if the guy fantasia is about having a dick inside, fake or not,

Then can't I think he is any to worth.

Eventually.

You know it. It feels like he is lying.

It's fine for whoever, not for my boyfriend.

Look, I... this thing of mixing psychology and sex is perverse.

You know, this is to talk when being swink.

Not in the bedroom.

OK, listen me. I want to ask you something serious.

- And all joking aside. - No, no more joking now!

Wait, this is important. Just this.

Do you not like going down on a man?

If I like the guy, surely I do.

Do you like me?

Yeah, I like you.

Because I feel like you turn on, when we were enjoying sex...

Yeah. OK.

But you haven't even touch my dick once.

Yes, I have.

No. You haven't.

I mean, forgetting the condom aim, you haven't even touched it.

And so it this means one underlying.

You don't like do it on any man or it's just specifically me...

where... You know.

My body is disgusting, forgives, but I feel it, how would you like my body.

Like me, like me. I say it this way.

If you have ten pounds, I would do it by now!

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

Michael.

I did not mean that.

That was the worst thing to me who ever told.

Sorry.

It didn't come out right.

How it could comes out?

I read your book.

I went and I got it and read it.

It is beautiful.

You show there be feeling yourself. Mostly I gonna like that.

We have secrets.

Things we are ashamed of.

scared... scared to meet yourselves.

The long someone else.

You have not fear.

You accept what you aren't. I do not know... you even have a choice on it.

- I have many faults. - Let me finish.

Let's go as more people about you.

I told you, I would never hurt you.

You don't know that. You might.

But what I love about your book, is that

even those she leaves you and the ending and you're heart broken,

you are here.

And it is very brave.

And I want to be so brave.

I never left myself love anyone proof.

Never.

Never?

Never in the entire life?

But I want to try it. With you.

Can I ask a question?

If I was to give you the best blowjob, you ever have in your entire life by now,

do you think I do it for you feel better, or because I really want it?

Or it will be a simple one.

Sincere?

At this point,

it do not care.

For just your information, I really want it!

*Good morning.

I'm looking after Anais Bourgeron.

Yes, I know.

I would like to contact her parents.

I know they can't handle her illness...

but I think they will regret it...

...if they don't come to visit her.

She told you she lived with her parents?

Yes.

She's a gypsy child.

She's been living on the streets since she was five.

She has no parents to visit her. That's why you're here.

Excuse me, please.

No, no, Anais Bourgeron is not a gypsy name.

It's the name she gave us.

No ID, no papers.

*So I guess it's the name she wanted.

Everything okay?

- Yeah. - Is okay what I came with you?

And you have to come. She request to me to tell you.

She did?

Come on.

Hello.

Anais, Michael.

"Bon jour." I'm sorry, that's the only French I know.

That's okay. I know English.

Anais, that is a very nice name. Is it after Anais Nin?

- She is my favourite writer. - Really?

- Wow, what a nice thing. Top Hat! - She gave it to me.

She did?

It's used, I still need a tuxedo to look like a proper dancer

- Really? Have you an... attachment? - Cool!

You never think that is used, use something to sell.

- No! - Do you want to kill me sooner than I dance?

Is very bad luck put a hat on the bed.

In France?

Oh, my God. We don't have anything like that in America. We can put it anywhere.

- My God, I'm so sorry. Forgive me. - It's okay.

He is cute.

*I like him.

*And you do too.

Is enough of secret. Please speak in American.

Tr�s bien..

- I know French. Tr�s bien. - Tr�s bien.

Monsieur est fran�ais!

Unspeakably we're heartbreakers sometimes in this life.

But nobody is too unspeakably amazing.

So I'll call you later?

What are you talking about?

well, I just assumed you'd want some space.

I don't want space. I want to go fast now!

I don't want to waste time anymore.

Does it want to dance?

This town is uncredible!

What are your most to be afraid off?

That because the last thing on the face of the earth that I want to do is tweet or update

my facebook status, that the soul of youth will vomit me into the cesspool of the old and the worthless.

- Come on, seriously! - Seriously?

You want me to be honest?

I'm afraid that because it's been so long since I've been in love that I'll be

so excited, I won't see that I've fallen in love with someone who might betray me.

Betray your how?

Fuck around on me, cheat on me. I couldn't handle that.

Freud said our fears are our wishes. So maybe you'll be the one

- who will be the betrayer. - No.

I don't lie. I told you that.

- Anything else? - Not at the top of my head.

- What are your most to be afraid off? - You'll see.

*Hello.

May I help you?

I'm Sophie. Do you remember?

I'm sorry, but I don't remember you, dear.

May we come in for some tea?

This is my friend Michael.

Yes, yes, of course. Please come in.

Thank you.

How do I know you again?

I brought you these flowers last week.

No, Mr. Leclerc, the butcher

brought me those when he brought me my terrine of foie.

No.

I brought you these,

last week when I visited.

I brought you new ones.

Aren't they pretty?

*Very pretty.

Are you staying the night?

We'd love to. Thank you.

Okay.

- Is she okay? - Yeah. Just tucked her in.

- How long has your mom been like that? - Since I was thirteen.

That's when my dad gave her the worst beating.

She's been like that ever since.

Did he ever hit you?

No. He adored me.

One day, you're daddy's little girl, and...

and the next day, you never hear from the guy for the rest of your life.

She spent six months in a hospital.

I stayed with my aunt.

And I tried to live with her when she came out, but, um...

she didn't know who I was...

so she was scared to have me in the house with her.

- Has she ever known who you are since that happened? - No.

If she does, she doesn't admit it to herself.

I think it would bring her whole life back, you know?

It's like I'm here every week, and every week, it's the same dance.

"where do I know you from?"

- I am so sorry. - It's okay.

You know, I still have her in a way. Many people don't have their mothers.

I am grateful for it.

you think people find each other, like water seeks its own level? You got a saying in French?

No.

Do you think that broken people find other people who they think are gonna help

give them what they don't have,

and they in turn can give the other person what they think what they need?

Kind of help mend each other.

Or, in a bad case, misguidedly punish the other person?

Are you broken? Do you think I'm broken?

I think everyone's broken.

I think you find what you find, you know,

and you do what you do, and they do what they do.

I don't believe that people, you know, really change that much...

really change over the course of their lifetime.

so you just think it's all random here on earth, people meeting each other?

- Why wouldn't God have a hand in that equation? - I imagine he has better things to do than match-make.

- Like what? - I do not know.

I'll have my mother ask him and get back to you.

- I have a present for you. - Yeah?

- It's not your proper christmas present. You'll get that tomorrow. - Well.

Hold out your hand.

- What? - Don't worry, I'm not gonna propose... yet.

It's our one-week anniversary. Which, romantically enough, happens to fall on Christmas Eve.

Oh, come on. Okay, good.

I realize it's...

it's kind of an ugly ring.

- But it's very special. - No, I love it.

You like it?

You said you'd be in love with me by Christmas.

Was it true?

What do you think?

I think you are.

I think I just might be, too.

- Wait! - What?

Where did you get that ring? It's not from the... from the gypsy lady, is it?

Yeah, she told me I was gonna meet a girl to give it to, and I did. It's graced.

No, it's cursed. She cursed you, so the ring is cursed.

Come on! The ring's not cursed!

And if curses exist, that means God does, too, and God beats curses every time. Don't worry about it.

- Wait! - What?!

You don't want to know if I'm... if I love you, too?

- Fuck. I hate this. - What?

I can't... I can't see you.

So fucking annoying!

- Usually you see me when I'm that far. - I know, but it's night. At night, it gets worse.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

Did you want to know?

I already know.

What do you think?

I think you're in love with me.

- Really? - But I don't want to have my eyes closed when you say it for the first time.

Okay. Open them.

It's a no.

- That's really mean. - It's not...

*Je t'aime.

Je t'aime a lot.

Can I say that?

Je t'aime a lot.

I'm not touching that one.

You can say it any way you want,

just as long as you say it.

*Thank you.

*Merry Christmas.

*Merry Christmas, Sophie.

Merry Christmas.

Come visit anytime.

Au revoir.

He reminds me of Fran�oise.

Who?

Your first boyfriend.

you were only 7 years old. You brought a boy home after school one day

and declared that you were going to marry him because he was your boyfriend.

- I... I don't remember that, Mom. - I do. As clear as day.

Michael is like Fran�oise all grown up

They have the same kind eyes.

And again still see the little boy in it. That's the most important thing.

Didn't you tell me I was your only boyfriend?

Well, not counting Fran�oise, of course.

Oh, Fran�oise. and there was who else? probably Billy and fucking Frederic and...

No, just Fran�oise.

Thanks a lot for bring me to meet your mom.

- That really meant a lot to me. - Thanks for coming.

- So, what, you're gonna go to your friend's house now for christmas? - Yeah.

They'd really like to meet you.

And I'd love it if you came.

You sure you don't want to?

I'm sorry.

- You understand, right? - Yeah, of course.

But... I'd like to meet you afterwards if you want.

I'd really like that.

Thank you.

- Hello. - Hey, Josh, it's Michael.

Sorry to call you on Christmas, but I know you're a Jew.

Yeah, playstation with the kids and then chinese food.

Sorry I didn't call you before the holiday. I didn't want to bum you out, honestly, right before Christmas.

Not good news, man.

- Everyone has passed. - Absolutely everyone?

- There's not one publisher that didn't pass on my book? - No, man. I'm sorry.

- Hey, Merry Christmas. - Yeah. Merry Christmas.

Fuck!

Motherfuckers!

- Hello, Michael. - Can you do a session now?

- It's christmas. I'm with my family. - Yeah, I realize. I'll pay you triple. Can't you just leave for an hour?

I really can't. I have a friend who I think you would enjoy immensely if she might do a session today.

- Is she mean? - Almost as mean as me. Trust me, she won't disappoint you.

Call her.

Did Mistress Natalie tell you what I like?

Just be really mean to me... like, really mean.

Verbally, physically.

You can slap me in the face really hard. You can punch me in the face.

But don't draw blood, so don't punch me anywhere where I would bleed, like my nose

or my mouth.

Don't leave any marks on my face.

Smother me, choke me. You can use a plastic bag.

Put me in a sleeper hold, but... not till I pass out. So right before I lose consciousness, like, make sure I...

You let go.

Say I'm a pathetic loser that no girl will ever love and I'll never get a girlfriend.

I'm probably just some little loser faggot that wants to get raped.

And then you can rape me.

Just tell me I deserve to die.

And that if I wasn't so pathetic...

You would kill me.

I'm so sorry I'm late, but Santa and I had some last-minute arrangements preparing your present, which you're gonna get later.

I don't want to see you anymore.

- What are you talking about? - It's over.

it's not over. what... what's over? what are you... sophie, what's going on?

It'll never work out between us, and I don't want to waste my time anymore.

Sophie, come on. Don't do this, not tonight. It's christmas. Come on!

You start to like me a lot, and then you freak out. But it's... you don't have to do it, okay? I'm not going anywhere.

Yeah, right. It's because I like you a lot that I'm running away.

I lied. I don't love you. I don't care for you. I don't even really like you.

You were like a distraction to me.

So please don't ever try to contact me, or you'll have trouble you can't imagine.

Sophie!

Sophie.

What were you doing tonight before you met me?

- I was at Charles and Caroline's for christmas. you know that. - You were at Charles and Caroline's?

- Yeah. Why? - All night? You never left?

- No. Why? Do you not believe me? - Of course I believe you. You never lie, do you?

Your turn.

- My turn for what? - You get to ask me what I was doing tonight before I met you.

- I don't want to play this game. - Oh, come on. You love games.

- Ask me what I was doing tonight before I met you. - No!

- Ask me. - I don't want to!

Ask me!

- What were you doing tonight before you met me? - I was fucking another man.

We made love all night.

He made me come over and over.

And he's not insecure and needy like you are, you know?

He didn't whine about how I never touch his dick.

He did whatever he wanted,

just took my face in his hands and made me suck his cock.

It was so nice. He came so hard.

I still have it on my breath. Can you smell it?

Does it smell like smitten?

Kiss me.

Kiss me and taste another man's come in your girlfriend's mouth.

Oh, come on. Have some.

Now do you believe me?

- Hello? - Yeah, that girl you sent me wasn't mean at all.

She wasn't? Usually, she does as much as people can handle.

No. She just sat there, and then after I told her what I wanted, she just got up and left.

Oh, that's odd.

*Your daughter is about to die.

She's right across the street, in the hospital.

So what, you abandoned her because she couldn't make enough money for you?

Do you remember your older sister?

She is very sick.

Her hospital is right over there.

Would you like to visit her?

She'd really like to see you.

Look. There's five euros easy.

You're judging me?

That's a laugh.

If you do nothing for the rest of your life but beg for God's forgiveness

for the sins you've already committed

you still wouldn't have a chance at heaven.

You think you know me?

What I've been through, what I've seen?

The reasons for the choices I've made?

There's no reason God would accept for letting a daughter die alone

without her mother at her side. On Christmas Day, no less.

You're not going to curse me?

There's no need. You're already cursed. That's plain to see.

You dropped your ring.

Very beatiful.

Hello?

Are you coming soon?

Anais is asking for you. I don't think she has long.

I'm just across the street. I'll be there in a minute.

Come in.

You look sublime.

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

I'd be delighted.

You should open this first.

For me?

It's from Michael.

You can change in the bathroom.

You look so beautiful. Like an angel.

Can you turn on the music, please?

You're such a good dancer, sir.

And you are as well, madam.

You have helped me feel better about dying.

Thank you.

I should get back in bed.

No, leave it on.

Did Michael give you the tux?

Yes.

Well, Santa did.

You and Michael really are made for each other.

You see the world the same way.

If I had found someone like that sooner

I would have had so many more kisses by now.

I'm so tired.

*Good night.

Dear Sophie,

Hello!

Hi.

Come in.

Sit down.

So, what do you want me to do to you?

I want you to kill me.

You need to be very careful of what you ask me to do to you,

because I will do it.

So I'm going to ask you again,

What do you want me to do to you?

I want you to kill me.

Why don't I play with you for a while,

and then we'll see if... that's still

what you want.

Yes?

Natalie, have you heard from the American guy I saw earlier?

Yeah, he called back saying you weren't that mean.

That's not like you.

Do you know where he is?

I sent him to another dominatrix.

- Who? - Why, is there a problem?

Who, and where do they work?

Domina X.

You didn't.

He really wanted to see her.

Where does she work out of?

It's difficult to say, She hasn't told anyone...

Where does she work???

She sometimes works in the abandoned warehouses by Aubervilliers...

...but I don't really know

Do it!

Do what, Michael?

Kill me.

Michael!

Are you sure?

You get no second chances.

Please kill me.

Is there any God you want to say something to?

No.

Is there any person you want to say something to?

No, no.

Just do it.

Please.

Okay.

Michael!

Dear Sophie,

Do you remember when I told you that there was something that I would tell you one day that I thought when I first saw you?

It was the clearest moment I've ever had in my entire life.

You were picking oranges from a crate, and I thought to myself, 'that's the woman I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with.'

And that was the truth.

I love you Sophie,

and I know that you love me, too.

You're just too scared right now,

but I know that won't last forever and, one day, you will let yourself love me."

"I will miss you so much until that day, but I'll take solace in knowing that when it comes,

even if it's when we're 120,

I'll see you again under the willow tree, and that will be the happiest day of my eternal life.

Until then... au revoir... Michael.

Melanie!

Michael!

Michael!

Wait for me.

Wait for me under the willow tree.

NO!

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