All language subtitles for Hunting.and.Gathering.2007

- Name?
- Fauque.

- First name?
- Camille.

- Date of birth?
- April 17th, 1980.

What company was that?

Toutclean.

Toutclean...

It means "all clean."

What is that?

Toutclean meets
all your cleaning needs.

We rub, scrub, sweep, vacuum,

wax, disinfect...

A joke?

No way.
My co-workers are outside.

You're a cleaning woman?

Surface engineer.

- That's your profession?
- Sort of.

There you are, Miss Fauque.
You're clear to work.

How much do I owe you?

Nothing. Toutclean pays.

Put on a few pounds, OK?

Just for me.

Well?

Did he put a spell on you?

- Did he weigh you?
- Course.

Won't get me on a scale!

I'll squash him and his scale!

Did he examine you nude?

Naturally.

But in your bra in panties!

Got to go. I'm going shopping.

See you tonight.

I'll eat that doctor.

With cassava and chicken combs!

Hunting and Gathering

Paulette!

Hello, you.

My God!

My Paulette...

It's Yvonne.

You all right?

What is it?

- Lestaffier!
- Yes, sir?

- Phone!
- No, sir.

What, no?

Can't! I'm busy. Take a message.

Quit it. It's your grandmother.

The operation went very well.

My mother broke her hip
10 years ago.

She runs like a rabbit now.

Good for her.

Here's your grandson. See?
I told you so.

See you later.

What have we got here?

It's hot in here.

I'm cold.

Cold?

You all right?

What? Why are you crying?

The nurse said
the operation went fine.

They're putting me in a home.

What are you talking about?
Not a home.

A physical therapy center.

They'll help you walk again,
then back to the garden!

And my little ones?

They'll be put in a kennel.

No, I'll see to them.

You won't have time.

If I can't, then Yvonne will.
She'll take care of them.

Come on, stop.

I got a new motorcycle.

- You don't drive too fast?
- No.

Like a snail.

Liar.

Dear Sir,

At your feet is a convenient object

called a "trash bin."

Thank you.

Problem?

Excuse me, Miss.

- I forgot the entrance code.
- Maybe it changed.

I doubt it.

It's 4319.

Thank you.

I had too much to drink tonight.

It was my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Thanks, but I go up that way.

You live in the courtyard?

Not exactly. I'm on the top floor.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Miss.

Why don't you sleep in?
You're off today.

It's the only day
I can go see my grandmother.

That'll wake you.

Don't drive too fast.

OK, Mom.

Put her in an old folks' home
she'll fucking croak!

Mind your language.

Sorry.

Excuse me Mrs. Carminot,
I'm at my wit's end.

I can't. It's like I'm killing her.

I'll pay you anything.

That's nice of you, but I'm too old.
I can't take that on.

I have my Gilbert to take care of.

- I thought she was your friend.
- She is!

You're just like my mother.
Couldn't give a shit.

Don't compare me to your mother!
Don't be ungrateful and mean.

She couldn't stand
her daughter anyway.

Get her a home nurse.

She can only stand you and me.

What can I do about it?

I'm in a rush, eat already!

You only eat Laughing Cow?

I love it.

Glad I ran into you.
I was hoping for the chance

to invite you to dinner.

One night soon.

Me?

Yes, you.

Why?

I mean that's...

That's what?

It's impossible. It's too much.

No, nothing fancy.

I'd love to share your table.

It's not really a table.

More like a picnic. Very homey.

I love picnics.
I can even bring my picnic basket.

Great.

Fine. See you tomorrow.

Will you be there?

Of course.

About eight?

Service stairway, top floor.

My name is on the door.
Camille Fauque.

Mine is Philibert
Marquet de la Durbellière.

See you tomorrow, Philibert.

Talk to me.

About yourself.

What can I tell you?

I'm still at Philibert's.

The executors may sell the place.

We'll see.

Where would you live?

I'll figure something out.

I still work at the same restaurant.

The other night
a customer came to compliment me.

I made him your potatoe cake.

He asked for the recipe.

What else?

Oh yeah.
I dumped my girlfriend, Céline.

The one you didn't like.

I never saw anything so pretty.

See that?

That's my family crest.

You live here?

Yes.

But I mean, completely?

Completely.

All year round?

All year round.

It's very small.

And my place is too big.

Help yourself.

My refrigerator.

Wonder why I invited you over?

I thought it was very nice of you.

I can't stand the solitude
of these big buildings.

Everyone passes by,
no one knows you, no one talks.

Not even hello.

True. I don't even know
the man next door.

Strong.

Hungry?

Before we dine,

may I ask,
where is the comfort room?

Mind if I smoke?

Absolutely not.

These little Russian things

were delicious.

But you've hardly eaten.

I never eat much.

You're not very big.

But you're graceful.

Your face reminds me
of Diane de Poitiers.

- Was she pretty?
- Very.

Ever been to Château d'Anet?

You should go.

It's magnificent,

a gift from her lover, Henry II.

Do you teach history?

No, actually, I work in a museum.

Which one?

That depends. I move around.

And you?

I work in an office.

You live alone?

Not exactly.

I have a roommate.

Not so lonely.

Sort of. I don't see him much.

He works and sleeps,
works and sleeps.

When he's off, he brings girls home.

I see him even less.

He's a cook.

He must feed you well.

Not by a long shot. Too tired.

He makes me frozen food.

Not exactly the Château d'Anet.

It was divine.

Next time, you'll come to my place.

I'll ask Franck

to make us a potatoe cake.

One thing.

I don't work in a museum.
I work outside one.

Selling postcards.

I'm a cleaning woman.

- What was that?
- Just a friend, nothing.

Keep going.

Take that off.

Stop, I'm cold!

- Like he got his throat slit.
- Who cares?

I don't believe it!

What is this crap?

I was putting my basket away
in the closet.

It fell! I broke all the dishes!

You'll replace them.

Not those!

With my family crest!

You don't understand!

Why the clown suit?

I had a picnic, with a young lady.

Did you get any?

Don't be vulgar!

When you see her...

- I'm going to see her?
- Yes, you are!

Hi, Mom.

No kiss?

How are you?

Fine. Why do you ask?

That's what people usually say.

Nice place.

It's horrible.

I can't afford fancy.

Anyway, the way you eat,

it's money out the window.

Stop it now, or I'm leaving.

Cleaning woman.
You will always surprise me.

Stop it, Mom.

Another, please.

You drink too much.

I'm thirsty.

You never come see me.

What am I doing now?

Always the last word.
Like your father.

Can't I talk about him?

Mom, don't go there.

I go where I want.

Not finishing that?

Look at you, a skeleton.

You think that attracts boys?

Like it?

I know.

You're right, Mrs. Carminot.

Of course I am.

But I don't know how to do it.

Finding a place...

I'll help you.

But you have to tell
your grandmother.

You kept saying she'd go home...

But it has to be...

It has to be a good place.
Nice room, some green outside.

Dear boy, that's very expensive.

Really? How much does it run?

At least 2,000 a month.

What? Are you kidding?
That's all I make in a month!

Just sell her house.

No. She'd never agree.
And then there's her pets...

Well, thanks. I'll call you back.

No hot water?

I beckon pardon. I used it all up.

I was afraid the water heater
was on the blink.

But don't say...

"beckon pardon."
It's "beg your pardon."

Beckon means call.

It's a linguistic error.

I beg your pardon.

Going out tonight?

I'm in no mood.

One day off a week,
I spend it in the sticks,

in a home,
watching my Grandma cry.

Camille.

It's me, Philibert.

God, what happened to your hair?

Are you all right?

You're so pale.

I'm running late.

It's terribly cold.

You need a hat. Here.

My great-grandfather's.

It was in the Russian campaign.

Take care.

Camille, are you there?

It's Philibert!

Excuse me,

but I was worried about you.

It's cold in here.

Thirsty.

What?

I'm thirsty.

Hey white knight, what's up?

You shut up!

Franck, where's the aspirin?

Be right there.

Look in the drawer?

It's always been in there.

Got a headache?

No, it's for her.

Bang her yet?

I'm prescribing
10 days' rest for now.

She simply must recover.
Force her to eat and sleep.

- Thank you. How much?
- Forty euros.

It's nothing serious?

Bad case of flu.

It has to run its course.

Keep her warm a few days.

She's completely worn down.

Goodbye, sir.

I've gone to work.

Your clothing is on the wing chair.

There's duck in the refrigerator.

See you later. Philibert.

See? That's progress.

It's nothing!

Couldn't even go out.

It rained all week.

It was cold.

My poor animals.

It's warm in the house. Sit down.

Those your friends?

Those two?

I can't stand them.

And the old guy in pajamas?

Deaf as a door-post.

I got to go.

- Will you call?
- Course.

You never do.

I don't always have time.

I didn't tell your mother.

Who do you mean?

Bye now.

No, don't come in.
It's cold in the kitchen.

I'm making you soup.

I'm feeling much better.

You have the flu.
And you're still running a fever.

The doctor said so.

Sit down in the dining room.

I'll be right in.

This place is enormous.

It's my maternal grandmother's.

She died last year.

My father asked me to live here
till the testament is settled.

Good evening.

How are you?

Who's the fairy in the dining room?

Whom do you mean?

The fag in pajamas.

That's not a fag, that's Camille.

I'll be putting her up here a while.

Please be decent to her.

What's that?

Soup.

- What are you cutting?
- Laughing Cow.

In soup?

It's hard for her to eat.

So it's like with dogs.

You put the medicine in the food.

So they swallow it.

- Want to taste?
- No thanks.

How long she staying?

Long as she likes.

You in love?

No, why should I be?

Little birdie told me.

He always so kind?

Monday nights he's awful.

His day to see his grandmother.

Did you undress me?

Very chastely. I tucked you in.

Don't get bent out of shape.
I just wanted to know.

Was your cook friend there?

Of course not.

Been a long time
since anyone took care of me...

I mean...

without expectating any return.

- Whatever do you mean?
- Nothing.

I'm just saying.

I've nothing to give.

Want a slice of lemon?

How often have I told you?

Butter in the butter box,
or it soaks up odors!

Just like cheese.

Don't leave lettuce in plastic.

It gets ruined! I told you!

You don't give a fuck!
Like lemon!

It spoils it!

Don't be affected by him.

You're above all that.

I hate December.
Holidays depress me.

That's the 4th time you said so.

Doesn't it depress you?

- Going to Lyons for Christmas?
- Got to, with your uncle.

Not coming?

I have work.

Sweeping pine needles?

Exactly.

There's an employee party.

All those assholes
around a yule log. How merry.

No worse than your brother.

My girlfriends are nice.

Niceness depresses me.

- I got to go.
- I got it.

Let me.

It's my treat.

My Christmas present?

We have to talk.

Talk. What's on your mind?

It's your place,
invite whoever you want.

But it's a pity.

I'm gruff, you're whacko,
but it worked pretty good.

Why should it change?

You don't know girls.

Put a girl in the mix, forget it.

Vendée is no more,

fellow citizens.

It has fallen to our free saber.

In accordance with your orders,

I crushed the children under...

Are you listening or drawing?

I'm drawing while I listen.

This monster

who served his nation
with such fervor

would be captured with Danton,
and decapitated with him.

With all you know,
why not try to become

a historian, or a professor?

I've tried. I took the test
for L'Ecole des Chartes

but I failed three times.

The night before I don't sleep,

I lose my eyesight,

my hair.

Once I even lost my teeth.

- Ever try therapy?
- No, but...

I met a young woman.

She wants to be an actress.

She's taking me to her acting class.

She thinks theater would be
the best thing for me.

So how are you?

My kids are sick,

my husband gambles his paycheck,

my sister-in-law drives me nuts,

my neighbor shits in the elevator
and my phone is cut off.

Otherwise, fine.

Why'd your neighbor do that?

How should I know?

I warned him.

Next time,
I'll make him eat his shit.

Going up to five?

How come you always do five?

I'm talking to the boss.

Well, my name is Philibert.

Go ahead.

I came because Sandrine

told me to come.

I would love to do theater, but

as you can tell,
I have a speech problem,

due to anxiety.

I often get too anxious.
So that's it.

I have a speech therapist...

It's not funny.

I have a speech therapist for you.
He works with music.

It's music therapy.

In a few lessons,
all your stuttering will be gone.

Think of Louis Jouvet.
He was a stutterer, too.

All right.

I would so much like to do theater.

You will, don't worry.

Hello.

Forget it. Dance.

Lower the music.

The neighbors will complain.

You're right, she's a drag.

Fuck off back to your room.

Get out of here!

Out!

The music!

I lowered it!

Ballbuster.

Open up!

Open this door!

You're leaving, believe me!

And soon!

Pain in the ass. Bitch.

Proud of yourself?

Answer me.

You proud of yourself?

Enjoying the view?

You're sulking.

That takes the cake.

I'm dying here like a dog,
and you sulk.

I'm not sulking. You're unfair.

I work my butt off all week.

Except Monday.
Monday I come to see you.

Is it my fault I live far away?
And alone?

Or that you're a widow?

That my mom's your only child?

My only fault is having a job

where I work 8 AM to midnight.

I have to nap in the afternoon.

That's my life.

It's nothing. I'm nothing.

Keep on laying into me,
I won't come anymore.

Stop crying.

Get in bed, I'll take the chair.

All right, my boy.

Sorry.

Move the chair closer?

Here.

As I was saying,

and I never lie,

a lovely duo,

a tender dance...

We have to talk. Sit down?

You took my notebook.

I didn't take it.
It was on the buffet.

Seen the keys to the back stairs?

In my pocket.

Give them to me.

I don't want you to go.

I'm going to split.

If you go,
Philibert will be like before.

I can't do that to him.

He helped me, I can't hurt him.

He doesn't deserve that.

Sit down.

May I?

Thanks for the boombox.

Sorry about last night,
I was bombed.

I get stupid drunk.

I'm tired.

So am I.

For different reasons, but still.
I can't take your hostility.

You don't talk to people,
you just yell.

And anyway...

I can't live in a community.

No use arguing.

Either we all
stay together, or I go.

Your bed's made.

Give me the keys.

What keys?

Don't be afraid to make faces.

Don't be afraid
to open your mouth wide.

First,

you drink a little.

It relaxes the larynx
and the pharynx.

That is to say,
you relax your vocal cords.

I must tell you...

that I descend

from a great line...

Good.

I never rush...

Watch for the track number.

They haven't posted it yet.

Glad to see your family?

Especially Blanche,
my youngest sister.

Take care. I hate leaving you

with Frank for 2 weeks.

It's much better between us.

Don't worry.

Merry Christmas!

Here's to your lovelife!

To my divorce!

- Plans for tonight?
- To gain five pounds!

Good.

What about you?

To lose five pounds.
Just kidding.

You're with family tonight?

Dust!

We're only dust

in a world of dust

It's a good thing
they made Toutclean!

Lead us not into temptation...

but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Lord, bless this meal
and those who made it.

And feed those who are hungry. Amen.

Come in.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks. You too.

You OK?

I'm a little tired.

- You?
- Fine.

Here, a little gift.

My grandmother knitted it.

It's pretty.

Can I kiss you?

Yeah, sure.

Sorry.

Hitting the sauce alone? May I?

You don't have to.

I love your scarf.

Thank her for me.

I'll make her a gift.

Could you sit there?

You want to draw me?

Take off your sweater
and your teeshirt?

You want me naked?

Yeah, that would be great.

A nice nude.

That good?

Why are you always alone?

What do you mean?

Don't like men?

Sure, I like boys.

Girls, too.

I prefer boys.

Excuse me.

Yes, boss.

Ask Jean-Luc.

I'm trying to seduce
a smart girl and it's not easy.

It takes longer.

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

Forget the girl?
Yeah, I think you're right.

Any plans for New Year's?

Nothing special.

I might have a job for you.

My boss is having trouble
finding an extra.

They have to be whole.

The little veins visible.

Lobster, table four, pick up!

Happy new year.

Thanks for the chestnuts.

Philibert! Happy new year!

Thanks, same to you.

All the best.

I'll put Franck on.

Yeah. We're old friends now.

It's Philly.

Hey Philly, happy new year.

Yes, my best to you too.

Yes, she's being very good.
Very good.

Of course I'm nice to her.

OK, take care. It's rush time.

So long, happy new year.

Everything go OK?

Apartment's not a war zone?

Let's go out to eat.

My treat!

Off tonight?

I'm on vacation till Thursday.

My mother.
Then my mother says to me,

"Inasmuch as we've been flooded
by all heaven's waters,

"a miracle we've not caught cold.

"Pray to Saint Anthony!"

Because...

you know,
my mother has her holies.

As in saints...

Like, for example,
Saint Anthony of Padua,

when she lost her bag.

"Saint Anthony,
help me find my bag."

And there's Saint Rita

for hopeless causes.

Saint Whozitz for a burnt roast.

Do a routine on your family!

You'd be wonderful.

- Think so?
- Stop being so modest.

And your friend's acting class?

I still stutter.

Not when you tell a story.

These crêpes are too buttery.

Let's go home, I'll make some.

You don't like them, but...

they're not too buttery.

Putting me on?

Here's to your success
upon the stage, milord.

Camille? Ready?

Coming!

It's too late to go.
It's almost sundown.

It's freezing.
Go tomorrow morning.

That's when they kill the pig.
So long.

- Be careful.
- I'll take it slow.

- Wear your helmet.
- I'll save you a steak.

- No steak in a pig.
- What is there?

You OK?

I'm freezing.

It's warm inside.

There you are.

- What's this you brought?
- Something frozen!

Go ahead in and warm up.

We're late.

Forget it. Good trip?

Feeling better?

Come sit down.

Could I stay by the fire?

No problem.

Tomorrow Gaston is coming
at seven AM.

So kids, it's bedtime.
Or you'll miss the show.

Time for the sandman.

Go with Mom.

Good night, kids.

So, how's my bouillon?

Delicious.

Kid's got talent.

He's got the touch.

Wait till you meet Gaston.

You draw tomorrow.
She draws great.

- Yeah?
- Really nice stuff.

Bathroom's across the hall.
I put fresh towels out.

We're always happy
to see you, Franck.

- Good night.
- Night.

Only one bed!

This isn't a hotel.

- Did you say we were together?
- Course not.

I said I'd come with a girlfriend.

- Right.
- What?

That means a girl you're screwing.

You're such a ballbreaker.

You do this often?

I never brought anyone here.

Still only one bed.

I never knew my father.

He did my mother in a car,

and that's it.

And your mother?

My mother...

left me with my grandparents
and took off.

Never saw her again?

Trying to make me cry?

You'll have to hug me,
for consolation.

I can take that risk.

Liar.

Never saw her again?

She came when I was 10.

She wanted to take me back.

I screamed my head off.

She held me
to her big breasts, crying.

It was pathetic.

And now?

Well now...

I see her once in a while.

She married a drunk.

They have a kid, 12 years old.
Wants to be a pastry chef.

I'm going to help him.

Want to hug me now?

I'm not sure.

Fine. I don't want your hug anyway.

I'm cold.

That's not normal.

You better gain some weight.

You'll help me.

To be less cold
and more appetizing?

No way.

So you can get carried off
by some dork?

I'd rather have you skeletal
and living with us.

Enough talk.

It's almost two in the morning.

We have to sleep.

You come on all gruff, but...

you're really nice.

Shut up.

- Franck!
- What?

What is that? It's horrible!

That's the pig.

See Gaston there? He's the killer.

Did you see his hands?

How about a pick-me-up?

No thanks, I'm OK.

Not drawing?

A little later.

What's your pleasure, Miss?
Ears, tail, feet?

No, a piece with the crust,
the little one.

That's delicious. All crust.

To my boudin!

It sure is good.

Yes, I am master of my language.

Now you seem to have
your stuttering under control.

When you're in the street,
do you think about it?

A little.

I think about it, day and night.

I get help from my friends.

- Do you?
- Yes.

So you're Camille?

Thank you for the scarf.

Franck told me a lot about you.

- I'm glad to meet you.
- So am I.

We went to Janine's for the pig.
Had a ball.

Good for you.

What we eat here!
We're the pigs.

I brought some chops.
I gave them to the nurse.

You're pretty.

And you seem smart.

Nice change from that Brigitte.

Hey, Grandma.

I told you, Camille and I
don't share a room.

Pity.

I got to take a leak. See you later.

Yes, leave us alone.

Can I call you Camille?

Of course, Ma'am.

Do me a favor.
Call me Paulette.

He just won't understand.

I have a nice house,
a beautiful garden.

My cats are waiting for me,
and my birds.

I can't stand it here anymore.

I don't deserve this.

I'm sorry, Camille.

I know I must accept it.

It's too much to take on.

This isn't my place.

We may have to leave any day.

All I ask is that you trust me.

Don't give me that look.
It's too much.

You didn't mention
it was your birthday.

Who cares?

I'd have given you a gift.

Now you know what I really want.

Hi.

- Coffee's hot.
- Good. I'm hungry.

Yesterday was Camille's birthday.

Let's celebrate. How old?

Twenty-seven.

Here, or should we go out?

Monday's my day off.

Got my grandmother all day.

No time. Restaurant is better.

Why don't we invite her to lunch?

It'll get her out.

Seriously?

It'll be my birthday present.

When do you go out on your own?

In six months, I retire.

You could take over for me.

You learned everything here,

before waltzing off to Paris.

Financially, I can't afford it.

I'll let you have it on time.

- It's a good business.
- I know.

I'm a widower, no kids.

Pay me when you can.

It's tempting.

Thanks, my boy.

Don't mention it.

Goodbye.

Here, let me help you.

Careful.

What?

What's that nursing home cost?

About 1500 a month.

Who pays?

My grandfather's pension,

a municipal grant,
and I pay the rest.

Give me 500 a month,
I'll quit and take care of her.

- You kidding?
- Not at all.

Tell him.

I was against it,
but I thought it over...

You thought it over?

Not really, but...

It's a big mistake.

We got up early in the day,
we got out on the pathway

With our bikes, all set

A joyous group of pals were we
There was Freddy, Billy

There was Frankie, there was Lee

And there was Paulette

We all loved her, every one
our flight of fancy had begun...

How do you like your room?

So I'll never go back home?

If you like it here...

Come with me.

That's the toilet.

Franck could install bars,
to grab on to.

I have my cane.

This is the bath.

There's a separate shower.

That'll be more practical for you.

There's no stool?

I can shower on my own.
But I need a stool to sit on.

Sure. There's a stool here.

We'll put it in the shower.

There! Is that all right?

Need anything else?

Yes.

I want my TV Guide
and my crossword puzzles.

Nivea cream, I forgot mine.

A radio at my bedside.

I'm going to return
the rental car. See you later.

- Garters...
- All right.

Slippers,

a warmer bathrobe.
It's drafty here.

Oh yes. Put the armchair
over near the window in my room.

All right. That all?

I guess.

What's your shoe size?

Seven and a half, why?

Morning! Breakfast.

How are you?

- Want to go to the bathroom?
- I'll wait for the girl.

Grandma, give her a break.
She's sleeping.

You're going to hold it in?

I'll wait.

Fine, wait for her.

She wouldn't go with me.

I'm going.

You're almost appetizing.

Quit it.

- Tuesday.
- Tuesday what?

I'll come home early,
make you crêpes, then I'll do you.

Yeah, sure!

Paulette?

Did you see that gorgeous car?

My father had the same one.

Except it had no wheels.

But we still went on trips together.

In the garage.

Listening to The Marriage of Figaro,
La Traviata...

My father was a real dreamer.

I guess I was ten
when they separated.

I've never seen my mother happy.

I've never seen her smile.

My father, on the other hand...

My name is Philibert Jehan...

My name is Philibert Jehan

Louis Marie-George
Marquet de la Durbellière.

I have just arrived!
Don your false hair, ladies!

My name is...
Philibert Jehan

Louis Marie-George
Marquet de la Durbellière.

More! More!

I haven't had any yet.

I'll finish mine.

Stop looking at that!

I'm ugly. I'm ashamed!

It's a beautiful drawing.

Like a nice side of meat.

Thanks for the compliment.

Camille, make it disappear.
Tear them up.

No way. Can I have them?

If you like.

We'll have them framed.

- Don't say it's me.
- Course not.

How are my crêpes?

- Good.
- They are good.

Better than La Coupole!

Oh yes, much better.

No comparison.

No, really.

Your father is an imbecile as well.

You stand there, looking at me.

I watch my language, damn it!

You and your sister
and your little son...

Your imbecile son Philibert.

Please, Marie-France, please.

- Philibert?
- Yes, mother?

Sit up straight?
What did we just say?

Yes mother, I know.

You know nothing!

You've never known anything.
You're an imbecile!

Well? Not going to do me?

Very funny.

You're not getting off that easy.

What are you doing?

Guess.

Hang on. Not like that.

Kill the lights.
My body will turn you off.

Stop it.

You don't want to anymore?

It's not that.

Turn out the light.

I don't want it to be like that.

How do you want it, in a boat?

More romantic?

Turn out the light.

And the music too.

That all?

So tell me.

What?

Everything.

I want to know everything about you.

If I get started,

you'll feel like
you have to hug me.

Then...

Then what?

Where are you from?

Meudon.

What does your mom do?

She takes medication.

And your dad?

He died.

I told you.

- You do have condoms?
- Stop.

Want to hear the rest?

I'm still hungry, mister chef.

Again?

The lady has a big appetite.

Very big.

But right now...

The kitchen's closed.
We're on a break.

What a shame.

Hang on. We'll make an exception.

I made consommé.

Taste it, tell me what you think.

What are those noodles?

Japanese pearls.

Pretty name.

- To the future!
- To the present!

No falling in love.

We fuck, we drink

and we don't fall in love.

I want to sleep.

- Come on.
- Where?

- Back to bed.
- With you?

- Yeah.
- I don't feel like it.

I do.

Stop. I feel good with you.

I do too. Very good.

So what if you feel good with me?
I want you to be with me, OK?

And now, our final candidate.

Making his first public appearance,
please welcome...

Philibert.

Good evening.

I believe Sandrine's dad is here.

Sir, could you stand up please?

Sir, it's an honor to ask
for the hand of your daughter.

You serious?

Very. I love you.

I love you, too.

My name is Philibert Jehan
Louis Marie-Georges Marquet

de la Durbellière!

Take it easy. I'll take that.

My house.

Yeah, it's still here.

Sit down here.

Here. I'll let the animals out.

You OK?

Come see Grandma.

Hello, doggy.

Hello, my sweet.
What's he doing?

Come with me.

Let me take her.

You go eat.

Not hungry?

OK, scram.

Camille, get the door. On the left.

Right there.

Your own room.

Here we go.

You all right?

You must be tired. Take a nap.

I like it in my chair.

I'm so happy to be home.

From here I can see the garden.

Have a good week. Bye, Grandma.

- Call every day?
- Of course.

- Thank you.
- Don't mention it.

Show me around?

Be right back.

The refrigerator is full.

There.

It's a gas stove.

And here's Mrs. Carminot's number.

If you need anything,
she's next door. Call her.

No kiss?

I'll fuck you Monday,
but no more kissing.

You're cold Paulette.

I'm not warm.

There.

Oh, Paulette.

What are you doing?

I'm getting ready to move.

You are?

Didn't Franck tell you?

No.

The apartment has been sold.

- Where will you live?
- At my place!

That's great.

What are you doing here?

I've been waiting for you.

It went real fast.

The lawyer called Philly last week.

I didn't tell you
because I was in shock.

Thank you,
you were great with her.

She left
just like she wanted to.

In her own house.

Where will you live now?

I'm leaving for England.

My boss got me a good job there.

I can improve my English.

When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

I thought you hated
working for others?

I still hate it.
But I don't really have a choice.

What about that restaurant?

He's retiring.
He said he'd give you terms.

I'll see when I get back.

He might sell in the meantime.

Why can't you say,
"I don't want you to go"?

Is that such a hard sentence?

I...

I'm scared.

I'm scared of you, of myself.

I'm scared of everything.

I was scared I'd miss you.

Five minutes later, you would have.

Franck, I don't want you to go.

Too late. My train's leaving.

I don't want you to go.

I'm already gone in my head.

- Yeah?
- It's me.

Listen, I'm in customs.

I just wanted to talk a second.

To tell you I felt bad about

leaving you alone and...

I imagine you in the station, lost,

crying all alone,
and I felt bad about it.

I'm not crying. I'm on my way out.

Really?

Liar.

Everything all right?

Hi, the kitchen's closed.
It's late.

We'll figure something out. Philly?

Find a table for these people.

The service this, service that...

...the atmosphere...

The decor, the Fauque drawings...

Bla bla bla.

Bla bla bla.

Not a word about my cooking.

A wonderful bistro,

whose young chef
stuns our tastebuds...

Did you find it?

Better be careful.
That's not kiddie chilis.

Thanks. I'll show you
the kitchen later.

Hey, I know that.

Well?

- I want the same one!
- The same one?

- Philly!
- Yeah?

Mind the kitchen. We're busy.

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