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JULY TALES A DIPTYCH BY GUILLAUME BRAC

FIRST PART: JULY 10TH, 2016

Shit!

Julie, are you okay?

Lucie...

I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

I can't take any more.

I've spent half an hour telling her she's a size 38.

Don't let her get to you.

She treats me like a dog!

I'm gonna calm down.

Don't let it get you down, Lucie.

No, I won't.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay. Sorry.

No worries.

I'm out.

I don't know where I'm at. I'm...

It's only natural. It's the end of the week, see?

You're exhausted. We all are.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

For sure. It's only natural.

And...

It's good to talk.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

How about a drink tomorrow?

Sorry, I can't. I'd like to, but...

What're you doing?

I'm going to Cergy sports park with a girlfriend.

We're going swimming.

I didn't know it existed.

Sorry.

- It's okay. - Really sorry.

- Been here long? - Half an hour.

Sorry. I didn't hear my alarm clock.

- I lost my swimsuit. - I thought you'd forgotten.

What about your friend?

She called me. She has a fever.

She's going to see the doctor.

Lucky you asked me to come.

THE SUNDAY FRIEND

- Got your swimsuit? - Yeah.

I took an umbrella, just in case.

I can use it as a parasol.

You never know.

I brought nail varnish.

Want some?

No, I never wear it.

- Don't you like it? - It's weird to paint your fingertips.

It just seems absurd to me.

It's the same with the mouth.

Yes, but...

attracting attention to this part of the body...

I just find it weird.

But you don't mind attracting attention to your mouth?

No, I think it's prettier.

I'll go for a dip.

Are you coming?

Tell me what the water's like.

You got it.

Oh, shit!

Got a wet ass?

It's so good.

- Hey, girls. - Hello.

Mind the snakes.

- Where? - There.

- No way! - A kid got bitten earlier.

No, I'm joking!

But you're not allowed to be here. Need a hand?

Oh, shit!

I'll take this bag.

What about your shoes?

No, it's okay. That maybe. Thanks.

Thanks.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

Jean, everything okay?

- Yeah, fine. - What are you doing?

I was telling these girls they couldn't be here.

Yes, I'm sorry. You can't.

Wait in line there by the gate for the bathing area.

Put some sunscreen on. It's a hot day.

Have a good afternoon. Bye.

See you later.

Kiss-kiss.

I love cooking, but I never have time.

I like to take the time to cook.

When you're cooking for someone else,

it's more enjoyable.

I mean, when I made this pasta salad...

I didn't think...

...that this moment...

- ...would be exceptional. - ...incredible.

Maybe I used too much spice.

- No, it's just fine. - Oh, yeah?

Oh, wow, it's a training camp.

They're really good.

Oh, shit!

- Hey, girls. - Hi.

You okay?

Yeah, but a girl just got

dragged along. God, it was good.

You checking out the guys?

We're looking.

- Want to try? - No.

Can we try?

My pal Ben works here.

We've never done it before.

It's very easy.

It's a matter of balance.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

- No... - Let's try.

No...

- We can try. - It's dangerous.

I don't wanna end up in a chair.

What? In a chair?

In a wheelchair.

You won't end up in a wheelchair, Lucie!

It's not that dangerous, is it?

Well, we've had a few fatal accidents.

He's really funny, isn't he?

Hey, you can't just walk in here!

Sorry. Do you need any help?

No? I'm really sorry, I didn't know you were...

See you in a while. I'll wait outside.

Hey, you're no fun!

Stop it, you idiot!

Oh, chill!

You pain in the ass!

Try to imagine

that you're a stone trying to poop, okay?

A stone pooping. You're as hard as a stone pooping, okay?

Understand?

- It's not romantic. - It's the key.

The key to water-skiing.

The hips, too.

It's so degrading to hear that.

- Thanks, Yan. - You're welcome.

- On 3... - I'll use my own image.

Work those hips. I told you!

You're next.

Okay, off you go.

Well done, girls.

Let me give you a hand.

It's really hard.

Not bad for your first time.

See what I mean about the hips in terms of balance?

It's not my thigh.

Throw your hips out.

A bit like... That's it.

- How? - Like a crab.

Step forward... forward.

- Are you okay? - You okay?

- My ankle! - What a flop!

Here... I'll give you a hand.

Pass me that.

It's hell!

There's seaweed everywhere!

Pull me out.

Hold on tight, hold on...

I'll help you out.

Ow, I'm gonna die!

The towel...

My ankle hurts so much.

- Oh, shit! - It wasn't bad, huh?

- Did you hurt your ankle? - Yeah.

Take this off.

Oh, it hurts.

Keep warm.

Up you get.

Sit here.

See how I flipped?

Sit down.

You're lucky, I'm a physio.

Really?

- Are you joking? - No.

This isn't my job.

It's to pay for my studies.

Does this hurt?

- It's okay. - Are you sure?

- Does that hurt? - No.

And now?

Now?

- Now? - It's okay.

It's nothing.

You idiot!

At least it's not broken.

When it closes at six, how about we get a canoe?

I'll show you the forbidden place.

- What's that? - The forbidden place.

I'm gonna go.

- What? - I'm gonna go. I'm exhausted

and we have an early start. I'll be tired all week.

- What's your name? - Jean.

Jean wants us to stay after it closes and to go on an excursion.

Come on, Lucie, a forbidden place.

Isn't it a great offer?

- Well? - I can't be bothered.

Come on! How can you say that at your age?

- What? - I mean, come on, it'll be cool.

I wanna go. Come with us.

- Go on, then. - Not on my own.

- Why not? - We came together.

- It's more fun. - It's okay.

- Come with us. - Give us a second.

No problem.

I'll come back in a while.

See you.

Do you want me to be third wheel all evening?

It pisses me off.

That's absurd. Why do you say that?

He made a great suggestion. Come with us.

- He asked you. - You're here.

The main thing is that we go on an adventure and have fun.

You'll have fun, but I'll be bored shitless and feel uneasy.

You always feel uneasy.

I want to go to that forbidden place!

So, go!

Do you want to force me?

You never want to do things.

No-one would want to do what you're asking.

You never want to do a thing.

You're the only one having fun!

You don't care about me!

You never have fun!

Look at your face.

- Okay? - Yes.

Come with me.

Where are you taking me?

You'll see. Come with me.

You won't be sorry.

Why? What is it?

It's a magic place. You can see fairies.

Bullshit!

But be very careful.

Stay close to me. Give me your hand.

There are wild boars here.

- Is it far? - We're nearly here.

This is the place.

- Do you like it? - It's beautiful.

- I love it here. - It's great.

It really moves me.

Come see the other side.

It's the most poetic place.

- Is it your pick-up place? - Yeah.

I mean, sometimes I...

Sorry.

Forgive me.

It was my fault. I got too close.

That's okay.

Do you mind if I watch?

No, not at all.

Would you rather give it a try?

- Have you done it before? - No.

Would you lend me your sword?

It's a foil.

- Are you right-handed? - Yes.

Here.

Sorry.

Put one foot perpendicular to the other, like this.

Bend your legs.

Turn your body in the direction of your front foot

without turning your knee. That's it.

Open your hand.

The foil arm close to your chest. Like that.

To walk, you free your front leg and push with your back leg.

No, that's a lunge.

It's when you attack. Before you do that,

you have to stand, then walk.

You do the same thing.

Except you bring your leg back. You free your front leg.

Keep your legs the same distance apart.

Now you can lunge.

Oh, sorry.

- Okay? - Yes.

- Did I hurt you? - No.

You bring many girls here?

Yeah.

I was in high school.

- You were in high school here? - Yes.

- Which? - Boris Vian.

So was I!

- You're from Cergy? - I went there, too.

- Yeah? - Yeah, at junior high.

- Boris Vian? - Yeah.

- Me too. - No way!

Wait a minute...

You're not Jean...

Jean what? Wait, you're not Jean Joudé?

Yeah, I am.

I don't believe it! You're Jean Joudé?

Yeah. Why?

No way!

- We were in the same class. - You were fat.

- Yeah, like most... - We called you Fatty!

Yeah, like most teenagers.

Don't you remember me?

- No. - Miléna.

- Miléna what? - Miléna Csergo.

No way! Miléna Csergo!

Wow!

It's me.

- It's you. - Yes, it's you and me.

Miléna, well, you've changed a lot.

- Yeah? - Oh, yeah.

You sure have.

You still don't like me?

You never tried to pick me up.

Hey, wait a minute.

- What? - Well...

- You don't like it? - No, that's enough.

Wait a second. Wait...

Wait...

Stop it! I said, stop it!

Stop it!

Pain in the ass!

Crazy!

Did swashbuckler movies make you want to fence?

No,

I had an introduction in school. Much more ordinary.

When I watched you, it wasn't ordinary.

You looked like the Count of Monte Cristo.

Really?

- It looked great. - Thank you.

Well... for a first attempt, you did well.

- Oh, yeah? - Yes, I mean it.

Would you like to do it again?

Or if you like...

I could give you lessons.

We could see each other again.

Sure.

I've been waiting ages.

Sorry, I was showing her the bay.

We had a team meeting at seven. Where were you?

- I forgot. I'm sorry. - You're sorry?

- Really? - I didn't see the time.

Yeah, right! What were you two doing on that canoe?

Nothing. Nothing happened.

Who's this whore?

- Pardon? - I wasn't talking to you.

I'll leave you to sort this out.

He won't say, so tell me what you were doing.

Think it's funny?

- Do you? - No, I don't.

So, tell me why you were being fucked on a canoe

with my guy with your tits out!

Nothing happened. I didn't know he was your guy. He didn't... I mean...

Leave me alone.

- Bitch! - Hey!

Fuck!

Cut it out!

- What's wrong? - I'm sick of your shit.

It's over. I've had it.

- Stop lying to me. - Calm down.

No, I won't. I'm sick of you lying to me!

Do you understand? We're through.

- Darling... - Get off me!

I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Lucie!

What's wrong?

I did some judo!

- I did fencing. - No way!

- I did. - Who with?

With a knight!

You're lucky. I did judo with the girl of the orange-T-shirt guy.

- No way! - I did!

- How? - Like that!

I went like this.

Careful, I'm feeling fragile.

What happened?

SECOND PART: JULY 14TH, 2016

- Oh my God, Andrea, what are you doing? - Nothing.

- Are you masturbating? - No!

Don't be ridiculous!

- Get out! Right now! - Hanne...

- I didn't do anything! - Get the hell out! Now!

- You're crazy. - I'm crazy?

I wasn't doing anything!

Don't say that.

Hanne, are you okay?

Yes! Wait...

- Why are you here? - Hi, Salome.

Why's he in your room in his undies?

He just started masturbating right here.

- What? - Can you believe him?

Wait, you let him sleep here?

No, he came all teary-eyed last night...

No way, you let him sleep here. Are you crazy?

We're just friends.

What did you expect?

It's like a charge-up electron.

Its movement is hard to predict...

I'm sick of talking about dicks!

- It's Sven. - Yes, you should go.

Get out!

- Okay, okay... - Salome!

HANNE AND THE NATIONAL HOLIDAY

Stop following me.

I'm not.

- Really. - No.

Did you like the planes?

I though it was scary.

Why scary?

What does your country do?

My country...

Children parade in the streets, along with...

- Gradu... - Graduates?

- Where are you from? - Norway.

Want to come watch the fireworks tonight?

Seriously?

My friends live by the Eiffel Tower.

- Are you all the same? - Who?

Men who are French.

What are we like?

With ulterior motives.

I'm just inviting you to see the fireworks.

Want to?

It's very kind, but I have to pack.

Why are you packing?

- I'm leaving tomorrow. - For Norway?

- Yes. - All the more reason!

You have to see the fireworks.

Your last night!

What's your name?

- Hanne. - Roman.

Delighted.

Shall I pick you up?

You'll eat with us?

I'll come by at eight o'clock?

- Where do you live? - Campus residence.

I'll come by on my scooter.

Around eight?

- You're joking. - No, I'm serious.

Who is it?

It's me.

Hanne?

What is it?

Sorry for this morning.

I don't know what got into me.

I saw you in bed...

I wanted to kiss you. I'm sorry.

I'm a man, after all... Not a criminal.

It's not a crime.

It's harassment.

I could report you.

You betrayed my trust.

And I've already told you, I have a boyfriend in Norway.

I don't care about him!

Hanne, I'm here. It's your last night.

- Won't you have dinner with me? - No.

Don't leave with regrets.

Regrets for what?

Not spending the night with me.

Pretty dress.

- Andrea... - Are you wearing a bra?

Stop it!

Listen, I'm not that kind of girl and in fact...

- I love you. - You're not my type.

That's not true!

Hello?

Already?

I'm one floor up. Roman?

Hello? I'm in front of you.

Hi. I'll be right down.

- What are you doing? - Who's he?

A friend.

- What friend? - A friend!

What friend?

When did you meet?

Today.

- What will you do? - Watch the fireworks.

Make love?

Not all guys are like you. Out.

You're lying.

I'll ask him.

Andrea... Seriously!

Got something to hide?

Who're you? Why are you here?

- Sorry. - Who is this?

I'm her boyfriend.

You are not my boyfriend! I'm sorry, he's just a friend.

Why are you here?

- Calm down. - I'm calm!

What's the...

Hey, don't touch me!

Your pathetic scooter.

Leave it alone. I didn't -

Oh my God, what did you...?

Bloody hell.

Roman, are you okay?

Are you okay?

No!

- Call a doctor! - Does it hurt?

Yes, of course it hurts!

I'm sorry.

He broke my nose.

Is it bleeding?

Roman? Look at me.

Call a doctor!

Salome!

Roman, can you see me?

What?

Someone... What's your name?

- Roman! - He fell.

- Call someone! - I'm on it.

- Come lie on my bed. - I've lost too much blood.

I'm going to faint. Gently! I'm going to faint!

Gently, he said!

Calm down.

- It'll be okay. - I can't feel my hands.

- We'll lay you down. - Take it easy.

- I lost too much blood. - I've never done this in my life.

- Are you okay? - Everything will be okay.

Open the door!

Careful!

I'll just take off the bandage to see if it's bleeding.

- Is it bleeding? - No.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

Completely.

There's some on your mouth.

- Right here. - Hello.

He's here.

What happened?

He fell...

He did not fall, he was hit.

Did he black out?

I'm not sure, you should ask him.

Let me see.

What's your name?

Roman.

Move your hand.

- I'm removing the bandage. - Careful!

Is it still bleeding?

No. Don't touch, Roman!

I'll just examine your nose.

- Careful! - Let's see if it's broken.

What's your birthdate?

April 22nd, 1991.

Your address?

8, rue de la Boétie.

Ouch!

Your profession?

I'm doing an MBA.

A bourgeois capitalist.

It's not broken, Roman.

- Are you sure? - I'm sure.

What a joke.

I'm in pain here!

Get out of here. Now.

Roman, I used to box.

And that's no broken nose.

Thanks so much.

Thanks for coming. I'll walk you out.

Something to drink?

I'd love some water.

- Sorry, I... - That's okay.

Thank you.

Maybe in an hour...

It's still hard to breathe.

Really?

Is my heart racing?

I think it's about normal.

Soft skin.

You look all better.

I think I'd have liked being a student here.

In a place like this.

It's...

The mix of traditions, of nationalities...

It's great.

What are you studying?

Physics.

My thesis is on quantum physics.

What's quantum physics?

Where to start?

It's about the tiniest things in the universe.

I feel like I'm in the black box.

Black box?

It's like we live in a black box.

A tiny hole lets in light, and you feel it sometimes.

I don't know why.

I'm not understanding you anymore.

You don't feel it?

- What? - I don't think this is a good idea.

- Are you dating the Italian? - No.

No, I already told you.

What's wrong?

I think we're...

We're not really on the same...

Okay. I get it.

What are you doing?

- I get it! - But Roman...

- The man said to wait. - I'm fine.

- You shouldn't drive! - Shut up.

What's the matter with you?

What happened?

He... He left, and I tried to...

- Is he driving the scooter? - Yes.

Why did he leave like this?

- What is it? - What happened?

I... He made advances, and...

Advances? No way.

Jesus, guys are...

What can I say, he tried to kiss me.

- I hit him for a reason. - You're no better!

I'll head back to security.

You're working tonight?

Yes, until 10:30pm.

Then I'm going to the firemen's dance.

That's great!

We could come too.

- I'd love to dance. - Yeah, come by!

I'll leave my name at the door so you skip the line.

Fantastic. What's your name?

My name is Sipan.

Okay, great.

Cool... Do you want to eat something before?

- Stay for dinner! - I'll make pasta.

I don't want to impose.

Not at all.

Eat with us, we'd love it.

We'll cook now and you come back.

I'm Italian. I have eggplants.

- Will you stay? - Sure, I'd like that.

- Dinner, then the dance. - Of course!

- Then see you later. - See you!

What are you...

I was kind of curious,

so I looked up quantum physics.

- It's a vast topic. - Yes, it is.

So you're doing research, or a thesis...

Yes, I'm studying a particular problem.

My thesis is on neutrinos.

- Do you know what they are? - No.

They're very discreet particles in the universe.

They're almost ghosts. They pass through matter,

but in a special way...

- So they pass through us too. - That's right.

Billions pass through us and we don't even realise it.

Want a drink?

- No, thanks. - Sure?

Have some for us!

You're not on duty!

Hey, the first time you do it, it'll be with us!

For two years,

I always hoped

to get close, if that's the right word -

Oh no, that's too much.

Keep some for yourself.

I'll just wet my lips.

In the two and a half years I've been working here,

I've never once spent time with the students.

It's always just "hello, goodbye..."

- You never dated a student? - Tonight's the night.

No.

- Never. - Cheers!

To Norway!

To Italy!

Where are you from?

- Armenia. - To Armenia!

So you're a fireman? Do you only do fires?

Security and fire.

It's more security, in fact.

You're not even enjoying it, you're just drinking.

Hey, I'm Norwegian.

From the North!

No problem.

Plus we ate. It's fine.

I'm almost Russian.

So, what else do you do? Any sports, passions?

Well, since I have a lot of free time,

sometimes I watch dance videos or recordings.

Really? Dance?

I love dance... You laugh at everything I say!

She's drunk.

Armenian dance?

No, I did... contemporary dance.

You took lessons?

I'm developing my gestural language.

- Gestural language. - My dance.

Huh?

It's not my fault I don't understand!

His style.

- When you watch Pina Bausch... - Yes.

But can you do it by yourself?

Sure. I close the door, I put on some music...

Oh, I know what he's doing.

What's he doing?

You're going to have to show us.

- No way. - You have to.

I'm not dancing.

Come on.

- What? - Just a little something.

He got his guitar, now you have to.

Just a little.

If I dance, you sing.

No problem.

I might sound awful, but...

What kind of music?

I'm already planning what to do.

Something slow, soft... Calm.

Something sexual.

I'll take off my shoes.

Is that a prelude?

Shoe interlude.

- What? - I'm creating ambiance.

Ready.

♪ Even if...

♪ ..the month of May... ♪

I'm just improvising.

♪ Didn't affect you

♪ Even if there were no protests

♪ In your street

♪ Even if your car

♪ Wasn't set on fire

♪ Even if you don't give a damn

♪ Every one of you is concerned

♪ Even if

♪ You've pretended

♪ To believe nothing was happening

♪ When all over the country

♪ Factories were closing down

♪ Even if you've done nothing

♪ To help those who are fighting

♪ Even if you don't give a damn

♪ Every one of you is concerned

♪ Even if you slammed

♪ The door in our faces

♪ On that night when

♪ The riot police were chasing us

♪ Even if you allowed us

♪ To be clubbed on your doorstep

♪ Even if you don't give a damn

♪ Every one of you is concerned

♪ Even if you pretended

♪ To believe nothing was happening

♪ When all over the country

♪ Factories were closing down

♪ Even if you pretended

♪ To believe nothing was happening

♪ Even if you don't give a damn. ♪

The guitar needs tuning.

Let's change songs.

- Something more... - Yeah.

- You dance so well. - Yeah, it's great!

- Thanks. - Incredible.

It's embarrassing.

Why? It was great!

And brave.

Okay, time for something we can move to.

Let's dance.

Time to move!

How do we dance?

I don't know! You're the expert.

I'm not the dancer.

There we go.

Twice...

Three times...

We're on!

Duo!

Salome!

Calm down!

Stupid bitch!

We danced.

I shouldn't have come.

Should've gone to my party.

Don't go, she'll come back...

- I'm sorry. - Me too.

Thanks. You think that's...

Jesus.

Did you really not see?

What, see what?

That Salome was after that guy all evening.

Did you have to dance with him?

How much attention do you need?

Until what point?

That's not...

- Not nice. - I thought you were...

- What? - A friend.

Wasn't I here all evening?

You're going too?

What do you want?

That I sleep by your bed?

That I make you feel important til morning?

Here's the latest update from Nice:

The initial toll is 74 dead.

However 42 people are currently in critical condition.

Dozens of wounded are being treated by emergency medical services,

who are overwhelmed by the scale of this terrorist attack.

Let's now hear Nathalie Magnani, who was with us earlier.

She was on site a few minutes after the attack,

and will give us an update.

I'm at the Promenade des Anglais.

We arrived just after the first alerts.

The firework just finished

People were panicking

as a truck careened into the crowd on the Promenade des Anglais.

When we got here, we saw absolute carnage.

Overwhelmed by the situation,

rescue services are focusing on the wounded.

So the bodies of dead victims are lying on the ground,

covered by white sheets.

There's a body approximately every ten metres.

Obviously right now,

there are many questions and tears.

People are sobbing, begging rescue teams

to help their wounded.

The rescue teams are overwhelmed.

One of them said there were at least 70 people who need help.

They're forced to tell some of the wounded to wait,

because there are others worse off...

Andrea...

Subtitles: J. Miller, a.s.i.f.