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IT'S EASIER FOR A CAMEL

Have a seat.

Don't hurt yourself.

- So? - Pardon me?

So?

I don't know how anymore. Sorry.

Speak...

simply.

Speak to God.

So...

Yes?

Don't be afraid.

Well...

I don't know if it's a sin...

Or just a condition.

I can't know either.

Tell me nothing, I know nothing.

I'm rich.

I'm very, very rich.

A big pile.

Like an endless pit.

How much?

Sorry.

I think that's why I feel so guilty.

I always have.

So guilty.

I think that holds me back.

Holds me back...

I understand.

Really?

Know what the Gospels say?

No.

"It's easier for a camel to go through a needle's eye

"than for the rich to go to Heaven."

Anything else?

Arise, you wretched of the earth!

Arise, you slaves of starvation!

For reason in revolt now thunders.

A better world's in birth.

Tradition's chains bind us no more.

Servile masses, arise! Arise!

The world has a new foundation!

We were nothing, we shall be all!

T'is the final conflict.

Come rally for tomorrow!

The International

Unites the human race.

T'is the final conflict.

Come rally for tomorrow!

The International

Unites the human race.

Hey...

I can't stand her.

- She's stressed. - Me, too.

As our mother, she should soothe us. Not be nervous and suffocate us.

We can't count on her. No wisdom, only anxiety.

Sure, but think about her.

How nice and understanding!

Don't start.

- Federica! - How are you?

Fine.

He drank caf� latte and ate cookies.

You shouldn't...

They're washing him now.

Did you hear me?

Even the doctor said "after".

After what?

I just hope he'll eat lunch.

He ate yesterday. He eats with me.

- How's Pierre? - Fine.

We never see him.

I'm not in the mood.

I can't remember... Is his father or mother Italian?

Both of them.

They live in Paris?

You know his mother?

You met one another?

I'm not in the mood.

What a pain!

Can never talk about anything!

Small talk for distraction...

Anything, with all that's happening.

What do you mean?

We never talk!

Hearing you would change my thoughts.

I'm sad. Talking would change my thoughts.

Which window is his?

- What are you up to now? - Nothing.

- What? - Nothing.

- Going to the shrink? - Not today.

Still angry?

No, I just need to be far away.

Far away?

- From what? - You.

All of you... All that.

I'd like to live in Australia.

With the kangaroos.

Is that you?

And you?

How are you?

And you?

- Time for a coffee? - Not really.

No problem. Just a thought.

Maybe tomorrow.

I can't tomorrow.

In a few years?

Let's try in a few years.

Go on. Go if you have to.

You'll be late.

- OK... Well, bye. - Yeah, bye.

Excuse me!

You're closing up, but...

Any chance I can still confess?

Is it that urgent?

I'll come tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Weren't you supposed to stop?

Yeah, you're right.

Lucky it worked out. After you!

Thanks. Safe driving!

Drink Cynar, the artichoke liqueur.

Fight the stress of modern life.

It might be on television. There were cameras.

Maybe.

So what?

Don't get all worked up.

- Nothing to say. - Yes, there is.

That it isn't your fault!

That those people are ignorant and vulgar.

You should be angry, not depressed.

After all you've done... They're so ungrateful.

I've been spit on.

That's what I say.

All ignorant and vulgar!

I went outside...

It was hell.

How many did you lay off? 3000?

You told me 3000.

A little more.

It's the same all over Italy. You're not the only employer.

It's not your fault.

Don't they read the papers?

- Spit right in my eye! - At least they can aim.

Want to know how they kiss in movies?

Want to know how they kiss in movies?

Show us.

Show Mommy how they kiss in movies.

Kiss Daddy's hand.

Time for bed!

Luna Park tomorrow for Carnival!

...in Houston,

Lovell declared: "We really thought we'd never make it back to earth".

When will you leave Rue Renoir?

- Please don't... - Don't what?

Hurry. No entry once the show starts.

No. This way.

Leave your bag... At the coat check.

Are we moving in together?

I'm looking. Please...

Did you visit any?

Why don't you look?

You could.

You must check your bag.

- So, how many? - One.

I've had it!

- We didn't want Rue Richet. - You didn't!

The show's starting...

- We don't know what we want. - I do!

Rent, buy, size, price? We don't know!

And who pays what?

Rue Richet was too expensive for you. And not enough for me.

We can't manage to know. We can't understand.

What I know is I'll be 60 in 15 years.

15 years is nothing. Only Christmas and summer 15 times!

I also know I'm not happy. But I have the right to be!

The right to a wife, home, children.

Entry is no longer allowed.

Jet�...

Coup�, assembl�.

Demi-pointe... Heel...

Turn in the air, and four, then...

Jet�, coup�, assembl�...

Don't rush. Stay in time.

Two, three, four...

Good. Everything clear?

Federica!

See Federica?

See how she leaps?

Good... She leaps.

The pointes aren't perfectly stretched.

The shoulders are sometimes raised.

But she leaps, she stops in mid-air.

Nijinsky was known for that. He stopped in mid-air.

Watch it once. Federica will do it alone.

Ready?

Music... Again!

Yes?

Oh, hello.

I have relations with him.

I'm with him.

I eat...

I sleep...

I think with him.

Relations?

Yes.

Without being sure, without knowing...

Sure of what?

I'm sort of taking advantage of him...

Of his intelligence, his warmth...

Of all of him.

- Of life? - Yes.

- Taking advantage of life? - Yes.

- Is that wrong? - I guess not.

But I can't breathe.

I'm afraid of being old this way.

I can't breathe.

But I'm still pretty young.

I wish I had very long hair...

That it would grow back instantly if cut!

I wish this cotton candy never ends!

I wish to never be afraid of anything!

Federica, you shouldn't wander off!

Give me your hand!

Your hand!

Where do balloons go when they float away?

What happens when they reach the clouds?

They burst and fall.

On whose heads?

Know of anyone ever hit by a falling balloon?

Want anything?

How are you?

You're beautiful.

How are you?

Fine. You?

A coffee and... For you?

Two coffees, please.

Arthur says hi. You know Arthur...

- Of course! - I saw him yesterday.

We spoke about you. He said...

- Why didn't you call me? - To not bother you.

- You bothered me anyway. - I had nothing new to say.

We've known each other 5 years?

Yeah, I guess so.

2 years not seeing one another.

3 years...

not seeing one another much.

Yes, that makes 5 years.

Yes, that's it. My son's six. He was one when...

So?

Nothing.

Not happy to see me?

I was when I bumped into you.

I turned...

- And became marvelously happy. - I missed you.

What are you up to?

Nothing much, really.

I wrote a new play.

Just finished it.

And I've been visiting apartments.

Time to move.

Don't know why... Just like that... Change neighborhoods...

Bigger apartment, new kitchen...

So you're living with...

With Pierre.

You left Rue Renoir?

Of course.

Sometimes I think a light and airy apartment

would make Pierre and I light and airy.

But that's not true.

Have you moved?

No. Why should I move?

Excuse me. Be right back.

Honey...

Living room lights out?

Of course.

And the kitchen?

Yes. Don't worry.

Everything's fine.

- We're fine. - Yes.

We have a good life.

We have to admit it.

Our life is a paradise.

Federica?

What's wrong, my love?

Can't sleep?

Can I sleep with you?

Of course, my love. Come...

Had a nightmare? Come...

- Can she? - Of course. Mustn't be strict.

Come and warm up, little Federica Camarasca.

Camerasca.

Look!

An apartment...

Want to see it?

- Let's go. - You're silly.

Come on!

Stop.

There's not much to see.

Work's not finished.

Come another day.

Aren't the windows beautiful?

So big...

Great!

What strange frescos! Sepia...

It needs parquet... We could take it.

Could be "our" apartment.

Sounds nice. Like that?

- Don't... - Honey!

I found you and won't let go.

Can't stay here all day!

But I'm hard as a rock!

But there's no time.

Pierre?

I told you to stop!

Daddy and Mommy have an announcement.

We're moving to Paris next year.

We're leaving Italy because we're rich.

Some people want to kidnap you.

Some people kidnap children from rich families.

You saw what happened to cousin Sandro?

He was kidnapped.

They cut off his ear.

Mailed it to his parents in an envelope.

Is Barbara coming to Paris?

- Who's Barbara? - Her school friend.

Barbara will come to visit.

Paris is the world's most beautiful city.

The most beautiful!

Wonderful museums...

A Luna Park all year round.

It's called Garden of Acclimations.

We'll go to Luna Park for Carnival. Just like here.

But it stays open after.

- Also at night? - Also at night.

I don't want to go.

Aurelio!

What's wrong, sweetie?

In Paris, you'll make new friends.

Also girlfriends. It's a co-ed school.

Here, you're with the priests. There, you'll be with girls.

Lots of cute girls.

There's no need to cry.

You're privileged children. You're very, very lucky.

You have no right to cry.

Miss Camerasca?

Nice to meet you. Please sit down.

- A coffee? - No, thanks.

I'm a little late.

So...

I'm so very, very happy to meet you.

I love your work.

- Thank you. - Not at all.

I thank you.

Thank you for existing.

I don't cry often.

But I love to cry.

Reading your play...

I cried.

Twice.

Twice!

I laughed, too. Goes hand in hand!

Yes, that's...

But...

I cried.

Couldn't wait to tell you.

Well, I also enjoy what you do.

Haven't seen everything, but...

If you have the time...

You know about time! Time can always be found.

We're doing a Kundera adaptation. Then we'll do "Uncle Vanya".

Then we'll do last year's Brecht again.

But...

That's it.

We'll see.

What's your new play about?

Well... it's about me.

About the people around me.

What we can't manage to say.

About...

This...

I hope it's not too sad.

Oh, no... It's quite upbeat.

Like how a complicated life can still remain really upbeat.

Please keep writing!

We all beg you!

Hello?

I saw Pincon today.

You know, that big director.

You here?

He's...

He loves what I do.

Hi.

Yeah.

I shouldn't hope for...

Why are you here?

Just stopping by.

You know I hate people stopping by without calling.

I wanted to surprise you.

I hate surprises. Not my thing at all.

You just don't care.

So...

I guess I'll go.

This is stupid.

- What's stupid? - Nothing, so...

- So... - Stop saying "so".

What are you doing?

- Leaving. What else? - OK. Go.

Go!

Just go!

You're not very nice.

You're the one who's not nice!

You're fake, so fake! You held back my life, everything!

Egotistical monster!

- Fuck you! - They'll see you one day.

I'm leaving!

Come back here, right now!

You can't just leave like that. I'll kill you!

I'll kill you! Kill you!

You disgust me!

Good evening.

Sorry, but I didn't tell all yesterday.

What didn't you tell?

I saw Philippe again.

Who's Philippe?

I was with him. Not anymore, but...

We ran into each other on the street.

We went to a caf� together.

That made me happy.

What's wrong with that?

What's wrong is Philippe is married.

What's wrong is...

I didn't tell Pierre.

- Well, tell him. - Yes. I'll tell him.

And don't see Philippe.

Be happy with Pierre.

Go to caf�s with Pierre.

The rain stopped. Let's run!

Look, a new display!

It inspires baking.

Yes, it does.

How upbeat!

- What did Mommy forget? - I dunno.

She forgot her wallet!

Forgot her wallet!

Wait for me!

I'm sorry.

Sorry I was held up. I couldn't call.

- I'm sorry. - No big deal.

I can't stay.

No big deal... Can we still take a walk?

Yes.

Along the river?

- OK. - Let's go.

They're setting up.

It's for us. For us to dance.

Ever take a boat tour?

I decorated one once, worked on it.

Another time I went to a party on one.

And you?

When I was 9...

My mother showed me Paris.

I saw Paris.

I should go.

Me too.

I don't want to go.

But I must.

And now...

The grand trapeze artist...

Federica Camerasca!

The grand trapeze artist!

The grand trapeze artist!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Pray for her!

One!

Two!

Three!

My little Federica...

With ankles...

Like mine.

Let me see them again.

I have very fine ankles.

Your ankles are like mine.

That's why you're my favorite.

Who's Daddy's favorite?

Me.

What are you two doing?

The grand trapeze artist!

Seems you're better.

Listening or sleeping?

I'm listening.

I want you to meet him. He can come when you're better.

It's embarrassing. That always embarrasses me.

It's important for my analysis...

To present my boyfriend to you.

We'll see.

By then you'll be dead!

You're not very nice.

She needs to move on in life.

So do I.

You never wanted to meet anyone.

Our boyfriends, nobody...

You're just jealous.

It's not the same.

- You and she aren't the same. - It's exactly the same.

Caterina, where are you?

Can you leave us a minute?

Know why you're my favorite?

Enough with that.

When your mother carried your sister...

She had a lover.

- That left me in doubt. - What's the difference?

That doesn't matter.

Listen, I...

I have an appointment.

Where's my sweater?

I'm going.

I'll send Mom back in.

Where is it? Didn't I have a sweater?

What can we play?

I dunno.

- The game of life? - Yes!

But I'm tired of being the Daddy.

I want to be...

Someone who is half-boy and half-girl.

I want breasts and also a...

Renato Kumper is my name. Like it?

Yes! It's beautiful!

My name is Barbara Rossinato. I have a baby girl.

She's so small.

Just out of the hospital.

Well, me...

I don't have time for kids. I work.

What do you do?

I save African babies.

They would all die without me!

I always bring them food and toys.

Well, I save Bianca!

There! I packed my bag.

I want to go with Federica.

My name is Renato Kumper!

I want to go with Renato Kumper.

No, stay here.

Families should stay together.

We'll all go to Africa together!

OK.

How old is he?

Five.

Mine, too. She's also five.

What do you do?

Housewife.

- That's real work. - No. Just pleasure.

Pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding... A real pleasure.

If you say so.

And now, all that shared tenderness.

And no more time to think.

Great way to avoid thinking.

Yes, it is.

When life has no sense...

It still does.

Are you married?

Sure.

And you?

Excuse me.

Let's cross the Atlantic!

The waves... So many waves!

Hurry up!

Oops, there's the Atlantic!

We need a boat... Here it is!

It's small, but that's OK.

There's a whale!

What will he do?

Whales never ate anybody and they never will!

Still living in the 16th?

Not together. She lives, I live.

Me, Rue Renoir. Him, Belleville. We commute.

Just like teenagers!

I was able to see Pincon. For the new play I wrote.

- You write? - Yes, it's my job.

Hobby. It's called a hobby.

Why say that?

Because it's true.

Work is salary for a service. Salaries are needed to eat.

- Not necessarily. - Work doesn't feed you.

But I need to eat.

- Oh, really? - Yes, really.

This line isn't moving.

Like her mother, the painter.

She does that for pleasure!

That's the bourgeoisie. Hobbies, lovers...

That's life. Everyone's the same.

Everyone works, suffers, cheats.

Not everyone lies. Some can't afford to.

The bourgeoisie lives to keep up appearances.

The truth would kill them.

Women who aren't rich lie, too.

They also don't tell husbands about lovers.

They have nowhere else to go.

Which women?

Or they love both. Husband and lover.

My mother cleaned houses. No time to cheat!

- Maybe she didn't want to! - Couldn't afford it!

Maybe she didn't have deep emotions.

Maybe she simply wasn't passionate!

Wait!

I'm sorry!

One billion.

- Lira? - No, francs.

Roughly 150 million euros.

OK.

Anything else?

What if I don't want it?

- Don't want what? - My inheritance.

What if I leave it to my mother, my sister or my brother?

- Why do that? - I don't know.

People will think it's dirty money.

What if I don't want it?

What if I can't... I have the right not to be rich.

Spend it!

Women love to spend.

Buy clothes.

Just spend daily...

A billion divided by 60 years...

Divide that by 365...

Roughly 43,000 euros per day.

Or I could take it out in cash.

Then put it all in my car.

And give it away in the street.

If I had your money...

I would open a hospital in Africa. That's not very complicated.

You have to eat.

Even if you don't want to. It's important.

Sometimes we have to force ourselves.

To get better afterward.

This fruit was prepared by Gerard.

Who?

Gerard, the cook at home.

So good...

If you don't eat it, I will.

I didn't have lunch.

Come on, just a spoonful.

Open your mouth.

Don't be capricious. Come on!

Open your mouth!

I'm sorry.

OK, give me a spoonful. But only one.

Yes?

What are you doing?

Working.

What?

Working!

Bring me some water.

Bring me some water.

We heal one thing, that hurts another.

It's a vicious circle.

He's often in a comatose state.

OK, but that's nothing new.

He's going to die.

I don't understand.

We're all going to die.

Let the doctor speak.

If you'd like...

We could help him go painlessly.

We don't want that.

We'll confront each problem and try to solve it.

Calmly, and with hope.

If necessary, we'll change hospitals.

We'll go elsewhere.

A private clinic, if necessary.

The choice is yours, Madam.

I'm just offering a way to avoid suffering that's...

unnecessary.

I don't get it... What's unnecessary suffering?

I just wanted to inform you.

Of course, we'll keep trying. We'll do our best, but...

Miracles can happen sometimes.

I have to leave you.

I'm needed in surgery.

I never liked that doctor.

He's just doing his job, but he knows nothing.

None of them do.

They can't see beyond their own noses.

Shouldn't listen to them.

Should we call Aurelio?

Maybe.

So, a miracle will happen.

Think so?

Everything's a miracle. Doesn't that mean miracles exist?

He's so good-looking.

I know.

- Those dark eyes. - I know.

Marry him already!

He doesn't want to.

He doesn't like the rich.

Marry him and you'll be less rich.

Like I told you: I'll take him if you don't.

I'll tell him. Or you can.

That nose. That hair. Those eyes.

So call him.

He looks like a revolutionary.

What are you saying?

He wasn't with the Brigades.

30 years ago, he helped his cousin.

She was sort of involved with the Red Brigade.

If he goes to Italy, they'll arrest him.

- Who said that? - Mom told me.

It's not true.

I make puppets...

With thread and paper...

They're pretty, the little cuties...

Let me introduce them...

One is the most beautiful of all...

She can say Mommy and Daddy...

Her brother can forecast...

If tomorrow brings rain or shine...

Help!

Thanks.

Go to the corner. Don't stay near the door.

You and your friends can relax.

I won't try to escape.

Me...

I'm happy to be here with you.

Then go in the corner.

I understand you.

I'm a communist, too.

You got pretty eyes.

Daddy!

I want you to meet the kidnappers.

She's rich, but I swear she's nice.

- Should I ask him? - Yes, ask him.

I want to invite them to dinner.

Three of us.

With you, four.

They're good guys.

Really nice!

I'd like to toast Federica.

Thanks to her, we all get along.

The people united will never be defeated...

Stand up and sing, For victory will come...

The banners of union assemble in the sun...

You'll be there, Beside me in the march...

Then you'll see the banners and the singing...

The light of a new dawn...

Announced the coming of a new life!

Now is the time for people to rise in struggle...

And utter their war cry: advance!

The people united will never be defeated...

The people united will never be defeated...

How is he?

So-so.

Actually, we really don't know.

- Sorry, your name? - Celine.

Sorry. With him, we lose track.

Thank you, Gerard.

Well, now he'll be on dialysis weekly.

To purify his blood.

Speak French so Celine will understand.

Sorry.

He'll be on dialysis.

To purify his blood, his kidneys.

Must be Pierre.

Met in the elevator.

Aurelio!

Hello, Pierre. Good to see you.

Sit down.

A drink? A martini?

No, thanks.

It's a little early for lunch.

You're all so early today.

A first!

It's Sunday. Only Gerard is here.

No one wants to work on Sunday.

Can't even pay them to.

Where were you? Asia?

Yeah.

A trip around the world.

I did it before.

But the other way.

Which is actually better.

The other way is better.

But my father...

Then Celine...

We met in Venezuela.

She's a stewardess.

- The Caracas-Bangkok flight. - Nice.

But I prefer travelling alone.

More interesting.

Right?

Carnival.

See the masks?

Guardi's famous masks.

Venice again.

Federica's first communion...

Bianca watching her...

The little white gloves.

Aurelio, little and obese...

Obese until the age of 3... Really obese... Terrible!

Like he could burst.

A Rubens.

The red Moroccan library.

Bruegel's "Flemish Proverbs"...

Full of imagination...

There's even a man making poo-poo out of a window.

Aurelio as Zorro...

What about work?

I don't work.

I have never worked.

And you?

What do you do?

I'm a history teacher.

You have to keep stirring well.

If not, it will clot.

- Like that? - Exactly. You see...

We have to sign the papers.

- What papers? - I'm not signing them.

Why not?

I'll tell you...

I want my money. I need my money.

I don't want to ask for her permission.

This is in really bad taste. You're sad, but...

I'm not sad. I want my money.

It's not important, just a signature.

It's important to me!

It's not!

Don't decide what's important to me.

You had his love. I want his money.

Don't start.

You never wondered what's important to me.

Ice cream!

- Especially for Aurelio. - Thanks, Mom.

Keep some aside, Gerard. For my husband.

I know it, Sandro was there.

He never went to your communion.

Yes, he did.

I saw him. His ear was bandaged.

I hid behind the sofa. He found me.

He asked me why I was hiding.

I was afraid to look at him. You told us not to.

Speak in French!

I remember. It was...

It was Uncle Stefano.

He came after losing his hair overnight.

Speak French for her!

So I dreamt the sofa story?

You confused it with Aunt Elena. We were already in Paris.

Aunt Elena visited after her operation.

You were afraid of her artificial anus. We lived on Rue Casimir Perier.

No, Aunt Elena hadn't had cancer yet.

We were living on Blvd Jules Sandeau. I'm sure of that.

Uncle Stefano...

It was Uncle Stefano.

Like my nose story...

My mother warned me about this man with an enormous nose.

He was coming for tea.

She was so nervous from thinking about his nose.

She was afraid I would comment or stare.

When she offered him sugar...

She asked him: "How many noses?"

"Excuse me, how many noses?"

- Understand Italian, Pierre? - Yes, but I don't speak.

- Your family's Italian? - Yes.

- Your father... - He's dead.

But he lived in Paris. In the suburbs.

He came to France for work.

And then...

He married... I was born.

For work?

Renault. A Renault factory worker.

What did he die of?

Fatigue.

A heart attack from fatigue. He had a really hard life.

Life is hard.

In general.

But he worked the assembly line 10 hours a day for 30 years.

Want to hear a joke?

- Why not? - Because I said no!

One...

Two...

Where?

Bottom, right.

That's his handwriting.

He isn't dead, you know.

There.

The pen?

- Madam... - One minute, Gerard.

I'd rather not sign.

Are you an idiot?

- I'd rather have my money. - You do have it!

This is to avoid inheritance taxes.

We leave everything to Mom. Then we don't have the taxes.

It's legal.

I'd still rather...

What? Give up half?

Stupidity! It's your choice.

I need to feel straight...

Pay what I have to, do what I must.

Maybe give it... And become an adult.

Become an idiot, yeah.

OK... I need a coffee.

Give it? Give it to who?

Don't listen to her.

She doesn't even know how much.

Yes, give it!

How much is it?

One moment.

Tell me, how much do you have?

I don't know.

She wants to give, play Mother Theresa.

It's not about Mother Theresa.

I have too much. Some people don't...

She's a saint.

We have a saint in the family!

We should kneel. All of us.

Kneel before her, adore her... Saint Federica!

Saint Federica!

I'm afraid of becoming like you. Of losing touch like you.

Of doing nothing in life. Of failing at everything like you.

I need a coffee.

True, some have less.

Some have nothing.

No time to invent problems!

You three have it all.

I don't have everything.

We don't have everything.

Do what you want. What can I say?

Dad told me...

He's always doubted.

When you were pregnant...

He said you had someone else.

Even if it's only a doubt. Maybe it's time to talk about this.

Talk about what?

With who?

Want to talk about all my lovers?

I had lovers.

What's the matter?

I had moments of happiness.

Is that what I should say?

What should I say?

This can't be!

You want to become an adult?

Don't leave stains during your period!

Look how you stained my sofa!

What a disaster!

You want to be an adult?

But still...

Still, others have to clean up.

I'll clean it.

- Let me do it. - Enough!

Give me the sponge.

- Enough! - Come on.

- Don't push me! - Come on.

Don't you dare push me!

You're beautiful.

I said beautiful.

The most beautiful woman ever.

My favorite girl.

I was crazy to leave you.

Crazy and blind.

Can I make confession?

Today?

- Sorry. It's not possible. - And later?

I have a baptism. I can't, I'm sorry.

To live amongst the liberty of God's children,

do you reject sin?

I reject it.

To escape being taken by the grip of sin,

do you reject the path to evil?

I reject it.

To live with Jesus Christ,

do you reject evil, the origin of all sin?

I reject it.

Do you believe in God the Father, creator of heaven and earth?

Yes, we believe in God.

Do you believe in Jesus Christ?

Only son of God, born of the Virgin Mary...

who died on the cross...

I want to take you.

- Take me? - From behind.

Hurt you a little...

Watch your ass...

Hear you scream...

Miss!

What is it? What are you looking for?

I don't know.

I'm not an analyst. I'm just a priest.

You scared me.

I went out for cigarettes.

A great couple.

No, but it has truth.

OK.

Bye.

How's Miss Camerasca?

Fine, thanks. And you?

Work, work...

Too much work.

So...

I read your play.

Can I be frank?

I don't like it.

I think it's...

It lacks imagination.

It's so heavy and sad.

Plus, it takes place in caf�s. I hate caf�s.

It's just that I've noticed people go to caf�s.

Yes...

Well, whatever...

That's a minor point. It's personal. Do what you want, but...

The problem is it depresses me.

I don't do depressing.

I understand.

The title's nice.

I underlined the spelling mistakes.

Thank you for being honest.

Goodbye.

Pity you left Rue Renoir.

I liked your apartment.

I liked that era.

The Rue Renoir era.

Why are we seeing each other?

We saw each other by chance. I called you...

Why? What did you want?

Nothing... I don't know.

I just called you. No reason...

Nostalgia.

Nostalgia?

Hurting me was never an issue.

- You have no scruples. - Not true.

You emptied my life, then left.

Filled my life with sadness...

Don't drink.

Sadness...

You don't like sadness.

Makes you uncomfortable, right?

You like joy. You're joyous, right?

What did you think? That I wouldn't love again after you?

I haven't managed to love again after you.

Because you don't exist.

- What? - You don't exist.

You never existed.

Even now. You don't exist.

- Stop... - You know it.

You thrive on that.

Let's go to a hotel.

Be careful.

Stop! You'll break it.

Go on. Go!

- Is this adieu? - Yes.

Back to your little life.

Your calm, comfortable life.

- What do you know? - Your little ironed shirts...

About me? About my life?

What do you know about my wife?

I didn't ask.

She cried.

After 5 years, I mentioned you again.

- I never asked. - You never ask anything!

You put me on a pedestal. Like God in your dreams.

But I'm not God. I'm me. Legs, arms, stomach, full of shit...

A normal man full of shit.

I burp, I fart, I shit.

Actually, I need to shit.

I've needed to for a while.

There! I'm shitting!

I know...

It looks like a surprise, but it's not.

Then what is it?

I have to tell you something that I can't manage to tell you.

It's something...

A doubt...

Nothing, really.

Kind of natural.

All men have them.

That's how they are.

Which men?

She had a lover.

She was pregnant with you...

She had a lover. Dad told me.

I'm calling my analyst.

Come in if you want.

I have to call my analyst.

Pierre...

Let's have a baby.

Even if we're sad.

Even if we're sad together.

Let's be like everyone else.

I'm sure...

The rest will follow.

We need to lay down our arms.

I've decided to lay down my arms.

Seize the opportunity.

Don't waste time.

Don't give me time.

Let's have a baby.

He'll have your eyes.

You'll play with him...

I don't know where you are.

I feel so alone.

It's clear...

You won't help me.

Why not?

Did I do something?

What can I do?

I don't understand.

Why don't you listen?

Why don't you listen?

Why don't you listen?

Oh, God... I believe you abandoned me.

I believe so...

I believe...

I believe...

He woke up!

Mom touched him, he opened his eyes and said "my love".

He ate, he walked.

He watched TV. He wanted his glasses.

He put them on wrong.

We don't know what happened.

He always preferred the ones on the bottom.

- As if they were better. - They are!

Put my watch on, please.

Where were you?

In Thailand.

Phuket.

But...

I only stayed a few days... Rainy season.

I was on my way to India via Sri Lanka.

I had planned to stay away all month.

Actually, you could have stayed.

It's too big.

It's my fault. I panicked and called him.

Who said it's a fault?

It's good you're back. I can say goodbye.

By month's end...

What's today's date?

16th of June.

I'll be gone...

Gone by month's end.

Don't say that.

I'll be...

But I'm calm.

Today...

I'm happy because I can tell you.

I couldn't before.

Before...

I didn't mean what I said.

There's...

It's something that...

I'm not that man.

The one you see...

This one here...

The one you think you see here.

Completely sick...

I'm not that man.

I'm not that man.

This isn't sad.

You're authorized to smile.

- Where's Bianca? - I'm here.

My little Bianca.

Your little Bianca.

You're little.

You're little.

I'm almost 30, you know. Almost 30.

You'll always be little.

We'll let you rest a while.

Let's go. Leave them alone.

We'll eat and come back later.

Guignol! Guignol!

You disappeared, left like a bandit.

Where's your little boy?

Is he in front?

Is he in front?

I don't have a little boy.

Not married. No little boy. Not a wife and mother.

- What are you? - Nothing.

You like Guignol?

Yes, very much.

Hello, Amelie!

My husband, the Man in the Garden...

Better late than never!

We met yesterday, we fell in love...

I got pregnant, we got married.

I'll give birth soon.

- Wow, you're fast. - Yes, very fast.

Jesus said to Adam and Eve...

They couldn't do one thing.

They couldn't eat the apple from the tree.

But Eve ate the apple.

Jesus got very angry.

He chased Adam and Eve out of paradise.

He said everyone was going to die.

Even those who didn't do anything.

Death...

When you're dead...

You don't eat, you don't drink.

You don't walk, you don't sing.

You don't do anything.

The worms eat you.

They're really small, but they can do it!

I decided to do something.

I decided to ask Jesus

to forgive Eve so that death will disappear.

He'll listen to me.

I'm glad the weather's better.

Good forecast for the weekend.

I'm going away.

His eyebrows are so long.

Never seen such long ones.

What about lunch?

I dunno.

Could almost braid them.

I want to check out the sales.

Have a snack somewhere.

Hand me the soap.

You can go in, now.

We can go in!

When do we leave?

Right after. The other plane.

They can't do it.

They should've known.

Should've measured.

Useless. It won't go in.

You're eating?

I felt empty.

They're turning it all around.

If we lift it vertically a little, it might go in more easily.