All language subtitles for Lou.Journal.Infime.2014

What is it, essentially?

The mother, the daughter, it's us.

They live quietly in their cocoon.
Symbiotic, as they say.

But it's cool, we have fun.

For example, we can have three duvets
on the sofa when we doze off watching TV.

And that is true happiness.

The next day,
there may be a car boot sale.

And we go crazy.

My mom is just like me,
she likes old stuff.

Old stuff is more beautiful.

So beautiful it can make you cry.

And old stuff is cheaper than new stuff.

So we can get plenty.

And I must say we like
accumulating stuff.

It's reassuring to have heaps and piles
of things stacked up,

even threatening to fall down.

Collections of things creating walls.

At Mina's house, it's the opposite.

Their thing is emptiness.

That's okay too, I think.

I don't know.

Sometimes,
the sky is completely white.

And from here, I like it.

It's like being on a caravel.

The perfect lookout post

to spy on a boy
in the building across the street.

Mina hates it, I know.

She calls it voyeurism.

It's not normal, I swear.
Your thing with this boy...

I didn't say anything at first, but now...

I have a special album
for pictures of him watering his plant.

And another thinner one
for when he forgets to water his plant.

I have an album for when he passes
the pharmacy on Tuesdays

to go to his guitar class.

There are mirrors, and from this angle,
it's as if there were three Tristans.

- So?
- He's watering his plant.

Great!

I have an album with photos of him

when he spends ten minutes
looking for keys in his pockets.

And a super disgusting album

where I stick his bags of spicy oil
from the pizzeria.

No, you're right. It's bad.

- What?
- My obsession with this guy.

Yes...

On the other hand, it keeps you busy.

- Try something crazy. Talk to him.
- You mean...

Words, sentences, that kind of thing.

I'll have to make a new special album
with their stupid advice.

What's he doing?

He put his finger in his nose!

How you must be suffering!

THE LOVE SWIMMING POOL

My heart is bleeding!

Cynthia-Jane, don't upset yourself

just because Brandon
has forgotten his manners.

Don't even try to comfort me,
Brittany-Pamela.

I'm destroyed. Broken.

One gesture with his finger
has wiped out six years of romance.

Come on, don't be so childish.
Let's drink champagne by the pool!

I hate this stupid pool with no water!
I hate these gigantic glasses.

But above all, I hate Brandon-Clark
with his plastic hair!

Cynthia-Jane, what have I done
to deserve this punishment?

You don't love me anymore? Goodbye.

And cut!

- Is it better?
- Barely.

I have a feeling
it's getting worse.

It's not as good as
when we were little.

But we're putting more effort into it.

Maybe that's why.

Maybe.

Yuck!

So the finger in the nose changes nothing
in this passion story.

In fact, it creates a kind
of secret connection with him.

A bit disgusting, but... pretty cool.

Something's burning.

The food's ready.

There's this thing with my mom.

She does her best,
she works hard, she tries things,

and you can't blame her for it.

You might even say
she does really well.

In her own way.

It's not easy all the time.
I know she's strong,

but right now, her work,

her translations,

don't seem to be going too well.

I bet we're short of money again.

We'll to have to call Grandma and...

It's the first time I've seen
this shadow cloud her face.

Despite that funny smile, I know it.

I don't know.
It's weird seeing her like this.

Buona sera!

I don't believe it!

Imagine my mother's face
if she saw us eating all that cholesterol.

She'd take me to a spa directly.
Like, "tofu massage"!

Are you listening?

- Sorry, I was miles away.
- Let me guess.

- Tristan?
- Not even.

I'm worried about my mother.

I can ask mine for her therapist's number.

He has a plant-based method
to expand chakras.

See?

You're boring when you don't listen.

Sometimes we talk and you don't listen.

It's annoying, honestly.
It's like talking to a wall.

- Or maybe your hair is clogging your ears.
- What?

Nothing, never mind.

Shall we make a
decadent hot chocolate?

With floating marshmallows?

If my mother hasn't finished them.

- Has she found the hiding place?
- She has a sixth sense for that.

Yup...

You're a trickle of water,
beading from the walls of a glacier.

Your worries evaporate.

And you unify into a clear stream.

What the hell?

Are you crazy? He just does what he likes!

I'm sorry, I didn't see...

So easy to say!
Classic excuse. Tell it to someone else!

There's no problem. I'm sorry.

I've just moved in and...

I'll park somewhere else.

Yes.

Do that, yes.

Do that.

You're a trickle of water,

beading from the
walls of a glacier.

Your worries evaporate.

Yes...

Hi, Mom.

Coffee!

You're awake at last.
Did you see my present?

The best macarons in town. You have
to order them weeks... in advance.

Not bad.

So, did you have a good week?

I think so. I mean, I didn't...

Not great, actually.

I simply can't take it anymore.

You know how people are.

They all say, "Yes... No..."

I say, "Guys, just calm down!
We're not here to..."

You know what I mean?

It's the same everywhere! With...

With Robert?

Yes, with Robert.

We're doing couples therapy.
You know what I mean?

- Sorry, I'm moving in...
- Just move forward!

Do you think
we have to be like our mothers?

I don't know.

It's a little freaky, isn't it?

I know, right?

It's really freaky, actually.

Honestly, mine,
with her macarons and all her stuff...

It's so stressful, believe me.

But things are better with Robert.

- Really?
- I feel it, I'm glad.

On Wednesday, he remembered my name day.
It was touching.

I mean, his secretary called.

- But she thought about it...
- Elbow skin is weird.

The skin on your elbow, you know?

It's never nice on anybody.

And mine is the
opposite of stress.

But now, it's bad.

She needs to get out of her dressing gown.

Sign her up for an activity, like...
Anything, to let her see people, like...

I don't know,
something vaguely social, theater or...

I thought about that.
There's a slam class at the youth center.

But honestly, it's creepy.

A bonsai? You buy her one
and let her take care of it.

She's already tried a bonsai.

I don't know. Thai boxing?
Something to make her move.

Riding a pony? Silk painting?

Silk painting is nice, isn't it?

I think I found it.

- Yes, a cat. What for?
- Well, it's for...

He's so cute!

It's cute, and then...

- It smells a little.
- Are you with me or against me?

You want to keep it?

I wanted you to gush about it.

I couldn't care less.

In that case, we're keeping it.

So, I have a cat now.

A regular gray cat
with four paws, a tail and everything.

The standard model,
three apples tall, more or less.

A real cat that never obeys.

No need to give it a name,
it only responds to the noise of its food.

Always sleeping, except when he should.

Mom managed to feign indifference
for about... half a day.

And then she gave in.
So we have a cat.

The deal was I had to take care of it.

But when she saw that the ingrate would
only be stroked by the hand that fed him,

she started getting up before me.

A first! Just to fill up
our parasite's bowl.

In fact, my plan worked
much better than I expected.

My mother has a cat now.

- So, the cat was a bad plan.
- Is the cat not well?

He's really well, actually.

She's like an old lady,
she talks to the cat.

That was the idea, it keeps her busy.

I'm always alone
and they pay zero attention to me.

Well, I'm here.

Yes, well...

Well, what?

Wait, I'm sorry. It's 5:30 p.m.

You're sick, actually.

Sorry, did I hurt you?

- No, it's okay.
- Do you play guitar?

- Yes, I'm going to my lesson.
- Off you go.

This guy again, with the dead sheep vest?

- What a mess.
- Sorry!

- Sorry.
- You'll make a racket.

- I'm bored, let's move.
- Wait two seconds.

- It's because I'm moving in.
- I hope so.

- I'll keep an eye on you, the new guy.
- Thank you very much.

Nice talking to you!

He lives in my building. Let's follow him!

I didn't come here for that.

Your serial killer fads,
following people...

I didn't say anything about Tristan.
But now, I'm getting fed up.

What?
It's just suspenseful music.

Shut up! We'll get caught.

Because we're singing
in your stairwell?

He's stopping on our floor.

Wow! The tension is at its peak.

He lives in the apartment next to ours.

It's pretty worrying.

You should call the cops
to see if someone has lost a shepherd.

If we think about it,
the shepherd isn't that bad.

Yes, well...
If you're 35 years old and depressed.

I wasn't thinking of myself.

Now that you mention it...

It makes sense.

Say, Cynthia-Jane, wouldn't it be great

if we moved the dressing room
next to the pool?

Are you listening?

- I'd have to set it up.
- Please, no.

My mother with the neighbor.
It could work, no?

Can you imagine?

They'll have to
meet at some point.

And then, bam!
Love at first sight on the landing.

I know my mother,
she's not the multitasking type.

If she finds a guy,
she'll ease up with the cat.

Mina?

What's going on?

Pizza?

Gino!

Pile it on!

More!

She'll get over it, don't worry.

I don't know.

It's the first time
since we were very little.

We're not on the same wavelength anymore.

She got bored
with my stories about Tristan

and other stuff...

What other stuff?

Nothing. It's silly.

Well... Things for you.
I'm worried.

You're worried about me?

But why, sweetie?

I don't know, right now...

How can I put it...

I was thinking that
if you met someone...

Good evening.

Somebody like him.

Excuse me, can I get through?

Excuse me.

Hi!

- Hola!
- I just moved in. I live right here.

On our landing.

- How do you know?
- Never mind.

What kind of pizza do you recommend?

Goat's cheese!

He's not bad.

If you ignore his
look, he's okay.

No, I like it.

You did grow up in the countryside.

Here you go. Two Royals,
absolutely extravagant

to heal all sorrows.

Thank you, Gino, you're the best.

Did you really think you could heal
my wounded heart with melted cheese?

No, but it can help the healing, you know?

I overcame all my big life crises
with melted cheese.

And also other things I'll tell you about
when you're older.

- I can see the results, you look radiant.
- Sorry, the cello...

He's really cute with his sad little face.

It's funny.
I was right, actually.

About what?

I thought... It's stupid, but...

If you met someone,
you'd let go of the cat and then...

It would be healthier.

Mina's right, I'm twisted.

No!

It makes sense.

- Do you think so?
- Yes.

Look at him.

Drinking his little drink.

With his little mouth.

My plan worked.
Well, not as expected.

But it worked.

With weird knock-on effects
and collateral damage.

Mina bore the brunt of it.
It's horrible.

I've got to fix this.

How's it going?

Okay, excuse me...

We can talk, no need to...

Are you playing the new BFF card?

What's her problem?
Want a punch in the face?

- Let it go.
- Just tell me.

Where did you find her?

She's been around for three years.
But you're so deep in your delusions.

Do you ever think of others?

Apart from you,
Tristan and your mom's twisted plans?

- It's okay, I...
- It's not okay!

No! I'm taking a break.

Can't you see
you've pissed her off?

Sorry...

What are you doing, you idiot?

Go back to your place.

You look rejected
and depressed, I love it!

Don't get me wrong,
I find the "let's be friends" plan creepy.

Yes. Friendship is weird.

It's shit, we agree.

By the way,
my name is Marie-Émilie.

I know it's a crap name, but...

in fact, my real name isn't Marie-Émilie.

I can't tell you because I don't know you.

Let's just say I have evidence
that the government

or the FBI, something like that,

or the Atlanteans,
tried to put electronic chips in my arm.

So, officially,
on my papers, it's Marie-Émilie.

Garsillac!

You can tell from my face
that it's not my real name.

Nobody's called that.

It's like they quickly invented
a fake name for me.

When I tell you,
you'll see it suits me so well.

I just told one guy.
He's my guy, actually.

This guy, we have a real connection.
It's like supernatural, so cool...

With waves, you know?
Besides, he does tarot stuff.

With all the weird cards.

He said we've been connected
since the dawn of time.

It's classy, huh?

As for my real name,

I'll tell you,
but keep your mouth shut, because...

Just because I trust you.

It's Krishhk.

It's something special, you know?

The spirit of a Peruvian mummy
told me during a seance.

It means "freedom"
or "lifestyle" or "leather sole"

or "war horse" in Hebrew or Hindi.

Well, something with "H", you know?
Like Spanish.

Okay. Bye, Krishhk.

I was just kidding.
My real name is Marie-Émilie.

You believed me? You're so naive!

- No, but...
- It was just a test

to prove your faith in me, or not.

Who cares. Whatever.

I'll pick you up
tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.

Who was that?

A kind of new girlfriend.

What are you doing?

I'm trying this girl
thing on my fingers.

- Do you like it?
- It's so cool!

I mean, I'm a bit surprised.

- It's not your style...
- Shh!

He's so handsome!

I don't believe it.
You're so sentimental.

He's coming over here! What's he doing?

I'm not here!

- I'm not here!
- What's wrong with you?

Hi! I'm your new next door neighbor.

Welcome, then.

- Come in.
- That's nice of you, but I'm in a hurry.

Tea, coffee?

- Are you alone? I can come back.
- No, my mother's behind the fridge.

It's true!

Hello.

I...

I can't stay, I...

I'm in a hurry,
I have to get my instrument fixed.

My luthier is a very old, very sad man.
I have to be there on time...

What I just said is really uninteresting.

In fact, I was just passing by
to tell you that

I'm having a small housewarming party
on Saturday.

I wanted to warn you about the...

About the noise,
and... invite you for a drink.

- It'll be a pleasure, we love drinks.
- We've got lots of glasses.

Okay... Well...

I'll get going, or I'll be late.

That's fine. Go away.

Shall we bring something?
A pie? A zucchini flan?

- Chicken breast?
- Chicken flan is great.

Or something simpler, a tabbouleh. Bye!

Shall we talk about it now
or after eating?

I'm talking to you.

Mom?

Mom!

Look for her!

What are you doing in the trunk of shame?

He must have thought I was crazy.

No, it's okay. You weren't that bad.

I think I needed that.

I wasn't ready before.

Or I didn't have the courage.

It's been a long time, you know?

What?

Since I was in love.

Will you help me?

I'll try.

Give me a cookie.

You should start with your clothes.

What's wrong with my clothes?

Oh, no.

Not my dressing gown.

Hey!

Stop, I'm not done.

Yes!

Neighbors, how are you?

We remembered,
so we decided to drop by because...

It's not far!

Cool, come in!

- Yes?
- Yes! Hi!

- Hey!
- Did you make the chicken flan?

No, we brought beer.
We did try to make a chicken flan,

but it looked terrible.

There's never enough beer at the end
of parties, so I said, "Why not?"

On the other hand... A dachshund!

I was a little thirsty
so I already drank two.

It's the same
whether I drink here or at home.

Sure, it's the same.

You want a beer?

So...

I assume you're all musicians,
more or less?

Or social workers?

That's the problem with this apartment.
We're a little too aware of...

people's movements.

Hi. Do you want a beer?

Sorry, excuse me.
Can I speak my mind?

- Yes.
- I'm not sure

that beer is a good idea
because... he's a kid.

Maybe not a beer.

- But I'll sit down.
- Go ahead.

Here, have a pouffe.

Yes, he's a kid.

Can I tempt anyone
with candied ginger?

Louloute!

He's here!

What?

What are you saying?

Excuse me.

Louloute! Is there a nest or what?

Go away!

Louloute!

Yes, it's oak. It's oak.

- Huh?
- I don't know about wood.

Lou, answer me. It's Mom.

Answer me!

- I'm sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Let me through, I'm an acupuncturist.

Are you okay, Louloute?

And then, there was like a shock.

I mean, not just with the beam.

To see my mother
as a fairy-tale princess

in this weird carriage,
with her sheep prince

and lights dancing around them...

it's beautiful. And absurd.

You can tell me the truth. Was it AS?

AS?

Attempted suicide.

No, not even.

- Sorry.
- Regardless, I would have understood.

Thanks for coming to see me.

It's not nice,
it's unhealthy curiosity.

By the way,
I brought you flowers.

So...

"Congratulations,
you have just acquired

the latest flush model with...

an integrated macerator."

Way beyond what man calls time,

far beyond what man calls space,

a warrior travels through
the parallel cosmos

in search of love.

As a glorious hymn to all
who remain hopeful,

her name resonates
throughout the limits of galaxies!

Sidera

Proud and statuesque Amazon

You travel to the stars

Aboard your space whale

Sidera

With the power of stars

In your astral body

You battle the evil empire

Sidera

Your friends Zeltar and Darkforce

Travel through the cosmos

With you, Sidera

Sidera

You're so sensual

When you ride

Isabelle

Space Amazon
You accept your curves

And your inability to understand
Social relations

Sidera

On the metal planet

The enemies of the stars

Your intergalactic blaster

You're looking for love

You're looking for love

You're looking for love
All the time

Sidera

Yes! I'm coming! Just a minute!

Here I am!

It's you.

How nice...
We haven't seen each other in ages and...

No, it's just...

I'm so glad to see you!
I have lots to tell you.

Huh? Yes, I missed you too.

Mina, did you come to make peace?
Lou's going to be happy.

- Yes, I heard about Lou and the beam.
- Yes!

So, what do you have to tell me?

I met someone!

- No...
- Yes!

- Ma'am, can you let go of me?
- Who are you?

I don't know.
My dad may really be my father,

but if he's stupid, it's just a cover.

He could work for the government
or a secret lab...

Hey, I saw your videos, they're sick.

Yes, she wanted to see the...

I mean, she's cool, you know?

I don't know if you saw,

but I fixed everything
and I put in a new flag.

And here,
I made a small pontoon.

It's cute.

And I put in a dog on a rug.

And also, when you turn it on...

There.

Mina, I want us to never fight again.
Because...

Because it's pointless.

Disgusting!

She was playing with a dachshund,
she was on all fours.

I don't know what happened,
somebody stepped on her hand,

and then, wham! We were in the ambulance...

and my head was spinning a bit
because I was drunk.

And we were good.

He looked at me like this.

What did you say?

Well, we said...

nothing at all.

But I think...

No, it was good.

You're telling it well. It sounds like a
fake love story in a fashion magazine.

I like to tell stories.

By the way, it may be a crazy idea, but...

I wrote something and...

Honey?

It's okay.

There.

It's okay, don't worry.

You want the last raspberry one?

Okay.

There you go.

I hope I didn't scare you.
The door was open.

No, you did the right thing.

Hello, hello.

Hello.

It's Tristan. The kid who...

The neighbor that Lou...
who was at the neighbor's party.

The other neighbor.

The one with the gaze...

- And this is Jocelyne.
- Nice to meet you.

A friend of Lou's mother. A...

mother of... No... Yes, is that it?

Apart from that...

You've come to see Mina's friend?

The blonde one?

- When do you go back to school?
- Monday, I think.

- Hey, what's that?
- My cat.

Can you make him go away?

- Are you afraid of cats?
- What do you care?

- She's aggressive.
- Shut up or I'll punch you in the face.

Hello?

What are you doing here?
Come on, let's give them some privacy.

- Calm down.
- No, I won't calm down.

- Don't you touch me!
- And what are you going to do?

Throw a spell on me?

- You're dressed as a witch.
- Are you in the Army?

- Okay...
- Is hunting season open?

I'm going upstairs to see
if they're not killing each other.

See you.

Shut up! Look at the pretty landscape.

Haven't we met before?

At your neighbor's
place, Richard.

He gives me guitar lessons.

We saw each other
at his housewarming party.

Actually,
we didn't see each other much.

You sprung from behind
a pouffe and bam!

Yes. I was thinking that...

It's funny,
I live right across the street.

That window...

Which window?

This one,
we can see it really well.

Oh, yes.

It's crazy that we've never met
in the neighborhood.

It's crazy.

I... My name is Tristan.

Tristan?

You're Lou, I heard.

Yeah, that's it. Lou.

Like a bathroom.

Sorry.

I just came to see how your head's doing.

You're nice. Well... I just got a bump.

It's horrible, huh?

No, it's cute.

Like a rhinoceros.

I'm really sorry.
I have to stop with the comparisons.

Do you want to go out with me?

I mean, we could go out... for walks.

With friends.
With your girlfriends and my buddies.

When you get better.

We could go to a park, or...

anywhere.
I mean, if you're up for it.

With my girlfriends...

I don't know, that's up to them.

Hey, what's-your-name?
Are your buddies cute?

Okay, that's hardcore. Give it to me!

Who the hell are these losers?

Do they have nothing to do?

I admit that I missed your twisted plans,
but you outdid yourself.

Thank you, girls.
I would never have succeeded without you.

- Thanks for coming, guys.
- No problem, man.

So what do you want?

It's a thing with chicks.

- Huh?
- I should have warned you.

What? Are you serious?

- You didn't say that.
- I said it was tricky.

Otherwise,
you wouldn't have come.

Fuck, no.
You can't be serious.

Listen, it's not bad, isn't it?
We'll go down

and choose one each, that's it.

I'm just going along.

I'm neutral,
I'm not going out with a stranger.

Right... Lou, is the one with the lock
of hair definitely yours?

Well, yes.

In that case,
I pick the blond one with the funny hair.

You're disgusting.
Do you think you're at the market?

Guys have feelings, don't treat them
like that. Do you understand? Shit!

Yes, also... I'm not forcing you either.

There's a problem.
There's four of us and three of them.

And there isn't one that I like.

My mistake.

I see. The guy who travels back in time.

So, Manolo and Preston.
My cousin Jean-Jean.

You're involving him in your sketchy trap?

- I needed a fourth guy.
- What trap?

He didn't tell you
there would be... girls?

What's the story?

- Otherwise you wouldn't have come.
- I have other stuff to do, I'm young.

Hey! What's that?

What does he want? What do you want?

Let's calm down.
It's a crisis, but we can deal with it.

- You're funny.
- You don't understand, they're girls.

- Real girls?
- I've read a lot on the subject.

We must avoid any panic or rush,

be considerate, attentive
and make them laugh, obviously.

That's an advantage.

And we should always treat them
with great respect.

Diablo!

Come on, guys. Let's go.

My legs are like jelly.

Avoid conventional flattery.

Show interest in the deepest thing
they have,

the most beautiful
and secret thing: their souls.

Since I saw him with his bow tie,

I have a crushing knot in my belly,
it's horrible.

- You finally know what it feels like.
- Are you waiting for the menopause?

- Come on!
- Stop all your swearing!

See an echo of our ambitions in them.

Expect to give yourself,

to confess your weaknesses

and sometimes to cry,
but never to lie.

- Man, who is this guy?
- Your secret weapon thing is really cool.

There they are!

What is it, essentially?

Mother and daughter, still.

Ciao, bella!

But there are lots of other
things, too.

Other stories crashing in.

We're paralyzed, he and I.

I don't know,
maybe everyone's different.

My plan is working
out bizarrely.

I don't think
it's the right time for me yet.

It's nice to wait
on the edge of the abyss.

I'm still enjoying it for a while.

A few weeks ago,

at a gala on the planet
of a thousand bubbles,

Sidera, the galactic Amazon

had met the heir
of the Northern constellations,

Prince Fulgor of Paprika.

She was immediately seduced
by the young monarch's charm

and the elegant way
he wore Zglarg fur underpants.

It's a galactic lobster!

Meanwhile, the prince

was not insensitive to Sidera's
curvaceous and statuesque body

or her devastating sense of humor.

Hello!

Fulgor.

- Hello, Richard.
- Hi.

- You okay?
- Yes, you?

- Sorry.
- I'm sorry.

Sorry.

So... You also...

You come to wash your...

Well, yes. There's no choice.

It's a chore.

But it's nice here.

It smells nice and
there's good music.

And the sheep,
at what temperature do you wash it?

- The sheep?
- Yes, the...

This?
I wash it by hand, otherwise...

Yes, I understand. I have panties that...

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

Okay.

Sorry.

- Excuse me.
- Are you sure you're okay?

Yes. It happens to me all the time.

Okay.

What are you writing?

It's nothing, it's...

It's a thing I'm writing, but...

It's science fiction.

Sounds cool, can I read?

No. You know, I do it for fun.

I let myself go,
I don't know where I'm going.

And then it's...

- It's personal.
- I understand.

- I'm the same. I write songs.
- Really?

Yes. Pieces for my viola.

A viola is a big violin.

I daren't play it for people,
because I feel like I'm...

Naked?

Yes.

Somehow.

He's feeling very sleepy.

Okay, if we take a step back, I realize

that we're two dimwits compensating
for their inability to take the first step

with boys they have a crush on
by cuddling a cat.

I accept that.
Anyway, I think we've made progress.

We already speak to them, that's huge.

So we're enjoying that sweet giddiness.

This cool thing in the air.

Hello, house of happiness?

Yes.

It's Granny.

- She's coming today.
- Did you forget she was coming?

Yes! I have a lot to do!

She'll kill you!

Help me tidy up!

- Is she on the train?
- In a cab!

It's a mess, as usual.

Good morning, Grandma.

My poor back!

- Did you have a good trip?
- Horrible.

Every time I come to town,

people are dirtier and ruder.

This kid isn't growing.

Eating junk food.

What are those clothes?

I'm good and you?

Don't pretend to be interested.

And how is Mrs...

The one you play Scrabble with?

Mrs. Moulin? She died two months ago.

Shit... I'm sorry.

Good riddance.
She complained all the time.

It's too hot in here.

Good luck, she's on form.

You, on the other hand,
have put on weight.

Eating all this junk.

How's it going?

Okay.

- Well, actually...
- What's going on?

Nothing. It's okay.

I just wanted to talk or...

I don't know.

Yes, but...
I'm not very good

at talking.

Hey.

I'm going to Gino's.
Your grandma wants wine.

I'm coming with you.

Otherwise, you'll try to poison me again
with some plonk.

No better.

I'm coming, Mom.

Sorry.

What happened?

Nothing. It was nothing.

Good evening.

- Hola, señoritas!
- Hi, Luigi.

What is this joint?

- Disgusting.
- Hi, Gino.

Ma, bellissima!

Did you bring your sorella?

- No, she's my mom.
- No way!

Your mom?

Yes, could you help us out with a bottle?

Ma che! No problem!

- A bottle of chianti?
- What a bootlicker! Get lost...

- Good evening.
- Hola!

Richard!

Ricardo!

- You okay?
- You're here!

- Need a hand?
- Yes, thanks.

I often come here to eat pizza.

Well, it's convenient
for eating pizzas.

Where's your wine from?

From home.

- From my casa, from Napoli!
- What is he jabbering?

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, I'm coming.

- Who's that?
- Sorry, that's my mother.

You have a mom?
I love moms! I mean...

Can you introduce us?

- I wasn't planning to.
- You should.

Richard...

Hello.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm Richard,
your daughter's neighbor.

Your daughter...

You scare me.

Do you have a family?

Hurry up, you're so clumsy.

It's stuck. Damn!

- It's closed, I have the keys.
- Couldn't you say so?

You're so awkward, poor girl.

What's that horrible thing?

Well, it appears to be a cat.

How stupid!

As if they needed a...

What about your work? Can you manage it?

Yes, always the same,

translations...

But there are less people
speaking Moldavian, so...

Actually I wanted to...

Actually...

it's a little slow right now. So...

We're broke.

To think that I
found you a great job!

- At the Dead Dung slaughterhouse?
- So?

I worked there all
my life to raise you.

Not fancy enough for you?

It's not that.

I love the countryside, but...

I needed to see other places.

And get knocked up
by the first city slicker you met,

running away without telling us.

- You would never have let me.
- Never!

Your father died of grief.

No, he slipped on ice
because he was drunk.

Because he was grief-stricken.

- You're a little...
- A little what?

Well, sometimes, you're...

I wonder if you're not trying
to make me feel guilty.

Of course! So it's my fault.

- You live your life and...
- No. It's still hard, you know.

Sometimes I wash dishes at Gino's.

I look after plants
for people on vacation.

Although...

I'm not sure I'll get the money this time.

I know it's unrelated, but...

I'm writing something.

A kind of science fiction novel.

Of course!
You want me to pay for your artist life.

- That's not it, Mom.
- Right...

It's time for my stupid show.

Paloma, this man behaves responsibly.
He resists those charming arms,

buttons up that blouse

and goes to the poor man
who awaits his operation,

trusting yet apprehensively.

Dr. Grandier, your words are so wise.

I'll wait for you here, my love,
in the morgue laundry room.

I'm running, Paloma,
flying to operate the poor man.

I'll wash my hands
and return to honor your charms.

Sidera, the proud Amazon,
had found happiness

with Paprika's heir.

The young couple floated
in the softness of the moment,

when the inevitable happened.

The Elders had said

that the only prison that could contain
the supreme cosmic plague

was the pure heart of a warrior.

The most dangerous of Sidera's missions
had been confining this burden within her.

She knew that the slightest crack
in the prison of her heart

would release this evil.

But, for a split second,
she believed she was entitled to love.

Through her own fault,
the cosmic abomination,

the sworn enemy of all things
since the Big Bang,

was now emerging from its long sleep.

The Cosmos Suffocator was free!

Robbed of her strength
and returned to her primal larval state,

this was the end of the beautiful heroine
from the parallel cosmos.

Paloma...

- Dr. Grandier...
- Paloma...

How stupid!

Why are you standing there
like two turkeys?

My back!

Are you crazy?

You're living it up here, huh?

And who is going
to pay your bills?

You had no problem
strutting into town!

Falling in love, having a kid...

Here we go again.

But raising her
is another story!

And you allow yourself the luxury
of keeping squatters!

Do I need a cat?

It came out, I don't know where from.

That scream isn't me.

Yet my brain is
going at full speed.

It came from the heart.

Anger is extremely physical.

I think it's the first time
I've really experienced it.

My blood is boiling.

My temples roar like
airplane engines.

I've lost all control.

Words take shape in my head,
beyond my control.

For them to come out,

I just have to scream.

Do you hate us that much?

And you...

You're...

No, not her. I can't.

I can't take it out on her.

I can't handle this.
It would do too much damage.

Excuse her. Right now, she's a little...

Are you proud of yourself?

Fleeing is cowardly.

I don't know. At this point,

it seems to be
the most obvious survival strategy.

Apparently,
disrespect runs in the family.

She's walking in your
steps, well done.

- Admit you're a little...
- A little what?

There you go! It all comes back to me.

I'm in for it today.

It'll be my fault
if she becomes a delinquent.

The delinquent is leaving.

Sorry, I'm having a teenage crisis too.

And I'm going to spend it
at a girlfriend's house.

Let me know me when you grow up.

Breathe deeply.

The air is so clean outside the apartment.

I don't know where I'm going,
but I'm moving forward.

There you go! I hope you're happy.

That's the result of
these video games...

Yes, I'm happy.

Happy and proud.

Lower your tone.

I'm proud of her
and of what she's becoming.

And I trust her.

Knowing that someone you love
is proud of you and trusts you...

must really help you grow up
and become a good person.

I can only imagine.

I didn't understand a word
of your gibberish.

I'm going to bed.

My darling.

You didn't mention
you had such a fun friend.

- I wonder why...
- Hey, Marie-Émilie or Krishhk...

What are you doing here?

Do you need anything?
I could bring...

- Shut up! Who asked you?
- It's a little game we play.

I'll prepare some snacks.

Yes, cool.

- I'll leave you to it. Have fun.
- Thanks!

See you later!

I'm closing the door.

Do you like it?

Well, it's a bit weird.

It's not meant to please.

- Did you do that?
- Yes, and look.

I make music, too.

Actually, I have... a song.

Are you ready? One, two...

Like a stuffed cat

Lost in cosmic chaos

What is this racket?
Unbelievable!

Get out of my room!

Listen to me.
Now's not the time.

He's not my real
father, he's an android.

- Good morning.
- Incredible!

Hey! Stop scaring her with your gadget.
Get out of my room. Thank you.

Henry, be careful!

You've come to say hello to the girls?
Did you see? She's funny, with her...

The truth is I was
raised by clowns.

It's true that
Henry's a little shy.

But he's an artist.

- Listen, It's embarrassing...
- Deep down, you're an artist.

Why do you say...
things like that?

Because it's true.

Here is a light meal

Have you humiliated me enough?
Are you happy?

Thank you, Mrs. Garsillac.

Wait, don't move.

That's amazing.

You have a very gentle energy.

Get out now!

You're scaring her!

- Leave us alone.
- Right, I'm going. And...

I've already gone.

Faster than that!

It's getting really bad.

They should try parental authority,
a sexologist or something...

Why are you here?

Well, actually...

It's quite similar, I also had an argument

with my mother and grandmother.

Actually, it's not the same.
So, I needed to...

To breathe.

I understand.

In the void and silence of the cosmos,

a weak glow seems to radiate
from a meteor cocoon.

A huge wave of courage
gradually awakens Sidera's soul.

The galactic Amazon

has finally found within her the strength
to get out of her larval state

and complete her metamorphosis.

For a transcended Sidera,

the Cosmos Suffocator
is just a sad and faded flower.

It only takes a breath of love
to make her flourish again.

Sidera has finally triumphed
over the terrible curse.

From now on,
nothing can stand between her and Fulgor,

the pure-hearted young prince.

The sublime warrior
may succumb to passion once again.

I feel so in tune with minorities
like the Eskimos hunting their dolphins.

Everyone says that dolphins
are a protected natural species...

But shut the fuck up! Honestly,

when you live on an iceberg
or an ice field,

- you have no choice, you know?
- Marie?

Yes?

Can we sleep, please?

Fuck, I knew it! You're with them.

Sleep is a bourgeois concept.

The last bit isn't quite done yet, but...

You like it?

It's magical.

It's the first time I play it for someone,

- I usually don't do that.
- Hey!

Louloute...

No, it's perfect, but...

what happened?

What happened?

Well, you left yesterday.

Yes, sorry. I freaked out.

No, you did good.

And afterwards, what happened?

You left,

and then I freaked out.

And Grandma...

Grandma!

We'll be right back!

That's good.

That's good.

Give me your paw.

You're so cute!

Mom... I'm sorry about yesterday, I...

Maybe I need a cat after all.

My cab is coming.

Are you coming home this summer?

You should send it to a publisher,
your... Scientology thing.

You suck at plants,
but you have a way with words.

I don't know what to say.

You never know,
some people might like your silly story.

You have one hell of a temper.

Who's this? Moving to better pastures?

Ma'am...

Can you help me
carry my suitcase?

Dance of joy!

The dance of joy is a folk tradition
located in our apartment.

It's something my mom invented
for when we feel good.

Mom succeeded.
That wave of energy, you have to surf it.

I have to use this momentum
to take off.

I have to plan everything.
This is the perfect time.

I need support and my friends.

Hello?

I need all their strength
to take off as well.

Don't wait for me to have lunch.

Fine by me.

I'm going out.

I need an army.

And an armor to go into battle.

I also need a magical setting
to win this battle.

Here we are.

It's... strange.

Very technical.

I thought my heart was going to race.

Actually, it slowed down.

I thought that I'd feel like I was flying,
or something like that.

But I felt that I had my feet
on the ground like never before.

What's going on?

I don't feel anything?

Mom?

Shit, Louloute!

- You okay?
- Everything okay?

Nothing broken?

Yes, my heart.

- What's going on?
- That?

Yes,
we thought we might as well.

It's convenient.

Yes, well...

Would you like tea or coffee?

- Herbal tea?
- Tea!

I think he's going to need
a little time to adapt.

That's it, time to adapt.

If the cat can do it,
I should be able to do it too.

Except the cat
doesn't have a broken heart.

Actually, "broken" is the wrong word.

Empty. That's it.

An empty heart.

At the same time, it's a nice phase.

It's so nice to see Mom like this,
nestled in her happiness.

I don't see that shadow
clouding her face anymore.

That was the reason
for all this.

It's nice to see
everyone like this.

Their happiness is contagious.

But it suffocates me a little.

So there's the city.

Like a rush of air engulfing me.

It feels good to be among the chaos.

You don't think about anything.

Something lies beyond that gray.

My feet take me
to the concrete borders.

It smells like wet earth.

I'm done with the psychotic delusions
of my Tristan albums.

But I miss them, at the same time.

I have new notebooks
without specific themes,

with collages, drawings, photos,

and weird things
that move me or make me laugh.

As my small world collapses,

I discover another,
simple and mysterious.

Fuzziness is so pretty.

I return to the center
of my life uncluttered.

A blank page is scary.

Nothing is set,
everything remains to be written.

It's so exciting.

- These pajamas are ridiculous.
- No, they're cool.

You had them when you were eight.

- How do you know?
- A mystery!

Shall we go for a walk?

Just the two of us this time.

You bet!

- It's nice out.
- Yes.

Really nice.

Following the road

Along our most beautiful shores

We'll always love each other

Following the road
That takes us away from our mirages

I'll always be soothed

At your side, you know

Because we're mother and daughter

When the rain of my sorrows

Flows on my face

I think of your love

I'll always be with you

I'll push the clouds away

From your life

That would prevent

The sun from shining

Because we're mother and daughter

And our love

Will live forever

It will protect us

For all eternity

So take my hand

And everything will be fine

Nothing will separate us

Because we're mother and daughter

Subtitle translation by: Valerie Le Guen