All language subtitles for LA.FILLE.PRODIGUE.1981.en

If you're not well because
of me, you must leave me.

You know you're getting worse,
don't you ?

It's getting worst and worst.

You were already irresponsible,

unable to take responsabilities,

except in your work,

But now…

You want us to leave ?

Taking a few days in the sun ?

You're not well, that's all.

You say nothing…

You don't even blame…

You have nothing to blame me for ?

We're not at an age where
one expects happiness…

but we can at least succeed…

in taking it easier,
accepting things…

You accept nothing.

I don't even ask you

to be happy with me,
I don't ask you anything.

You can't keep on being like this.

Be a little selfish.

Be kind with yourself.
Why hurting yourself so much ?

Good night.

Good night.

Pa first !

lt's very nice.

That's good. Very good.

You're no longer in your own home.
It doesn't matter.

- I'm sorry.
- It's alright. Can happen to anyone.

It stops there.

It stops there,
it can't anything to me.

I said I was sorry…

They seem very kind…

It stops there !

Do they ever come in ?

No, never.

Well, then it doesn't really matter.

Get me a wet flannel.

Get me a wet flannel.

Get me a wet flannel.

The cold, the cold, is
burning me Pa.

Don't help me
I can do it myself !

Will you hold it for me ?

Do I turn off the light ?

I'm a big girl.

The bad devils are all out.

They're having party in my head.

Accepting that I'm stupid,
disorientate…

exhausted by my own inanity.

Something has got still
and doesn't want to happen.

Good, very good.

Do as if I was not here.
Very good.

Good.
Head up a little.

Very good.

I knew it would be very good.
I was not worried.

Very good.

I don't know if I face myself.

But how would I find something
from this someone…

so unused to search for myself ?

Will happen what must happen.

I want to live !
I want to live.

What's happening ?
Anne is not with you ?

No, it's ok.

It's ok but she's not well.
I don't know what to do.

She moved into her new apartment.
Did you know she had one ?

She doesn't go out of it.

She didn't even go to work.

- Did you fight ?
- No.

Since three months we've been here…

I didn't have any time
for the garden.

Which makes the joy…

of my husband.
He likes this mess.

It's not ugly, by the way.

I think he couldn't breath
among all my flowers.

It's maybe the reason why we sold
the other one to buy here.

Currently he's sleeping.
Or pretending to.

Her and him are quite alike.

Flowers were what was left to me.

And when I couldn't sleep at night,
I used to walk…

and watch my bouquets.
Sometimes it was calming me down.

What did you do to her ?
What has be done to my baby ?

- Hello, Jean-Marie.
- Hello.

Your daughter needs us.

She's not well.
She's not well at all.

I've received this letter from her.
I'm embarrassed to show it to you.

You have to understand
that she needs help.

Our help.

If I take part in it,
she'll take it bad.

She doesn't hate me,
but she'll take it bad.

It's hard to say, but…

I'm not the one she needs
at the moment.

- I got this letter yesterday evening.
- I'll look for her.

I'll look for her.
I'll be useful to anything.

But she's no longer a child.

- If you want.
- I'll come to see you.

But call a doctor.

The children go…
No one gets over…

Shall I call her ?

-No, we'll look for her.
- Yes I think it's better.

I have to go.

I end my classes at 4,
you call me at 5 ?

- Yes, don't worry.
- Thank you.

Excuse me,
I kiss everyone today.

It's me…

Where's Pa ?

He's parking the car. He's
waiting for you downstairs.

- Why didn't he come up ?
- Because you're coming with us.

- Is he born yet, Judith's baby ?

Not yet.

I'll come with you…

I'll come with you.

You get dressed.
I'll pack your things.

I'll come with you.

I want to come with you.

Do you want your camera ?

My white dress !

You have to eat.

We will weigh you,

And you won't leave this house
before becoming a fat mother…

With a fat belly, like when
you were a baby.

We do the garage ?

When you were a kid, once
your dad and I had weighed you…

We told your weigh…

And then you laid down
on the scale, on your belly…

We asked you what you were doing.

You said
"I've been weighing my feet

Now I will weigh my belly",
you remember ?

Yes I've heard this for 50 times,
but not for long.

We do the garage, but you
do the effort, right ?

A plane.

A plane cake.

- And now ?
- A bike.

-Ding ding ding !

Ding ding ding.

Open the door.

And now ?

I don't know.

Horses getting angry

and who want to go back
into the stable.

Come on, open the door.

Come on.

It's not a stable, it's a garage.

- So what is it ?
- An ambulance.

No, a doctor.
That's better.

- That's a charming doctor we have.
- My doctor.

Take, a last one.

Arm higher.

Higher.

A house laughing after
the doctor's visit.

One day, when you were
a very little kid…

This is a story you don't know.

Your father and I were in bed,
one morning…

You came from your room
and you said to your father

that you wanted to "forcate"
with him.

"Forcate" ?

Your father and I didn't understand
that invented word.

And you, came on your
father's belly…

You were very small.

And you started to shake
your little ass.

We understood what
"forcate" meant.

You must have made this word with…

flirt and fornicate, maybe.

"Fornicate", is a too scholarly term.

I hate these words.

Anyway you were funny to see.

And slightly embarrassing too.

Don't touch me.

I can't stand being touched.

Your father still wants to forcate…

but with another woman.

He's in love with another woman ?

He wants to forcate, as you say,

or he is in love ?
It's not the same.

He's in love.

Let's not talk about it.

I don't want us to keep talking about
it.

It hurts me.

You don't think that it
hurts me more ?

He's a big baby, your father.
A big baby.

He'll take care of you, but
you too take care of him.

- You have to be generous.
- Oh I am quite !

I comfort him when he comes back
unhappy after seeing her.

I try him to get better.

You also know you will keep him.

I'd prefer him to make love to her.
Then things would be better.

Maybe.

Oh how miserable I become.

He, at least,
is telling himself some stories.

In the beginning I was angry
with him, but not any longer.

And it's true she's not only pretty.

I haven't the right to stop him
from being in love with her.

And he still…

needs me…
It's just as well I'm going away

cause here I can't stay any longer.

I'll go look after your sister

And you, you must be kind
to your father.

But you love each other. You're
the only one who can help him.

And when I come back,
perhaps I'll leave him.

I'm not as good of all that.

- Good night.
- I sleep well still.

I have a selfish sleep.

Good night, you too.

Either your house is inclining,
either the see is not right.

It's the house, I presume.

- It's not going to fall on our heads ?
- That's why I bought it.

Because of the seducing idea…

That she could fall on my head.

Living fearing a heart attack…

or a cerebral hemorrhage,
or cancer…

and bang, dying of a house falling
on your head.

"What did he die of ? - Of a house."

Ain't it pretty ?

Then it helps to go down the garden,
you just let you slip.

Let yourself slip, come.

- Mum is gone ?
- Yes, I took her to the station.

- You were working ?
- Yes.

I'm trying to finish one last
masterpiece before dying.

Just a matter of posterity,
you understand ?

You're better ?

- I'm making your breakfast.
- Yes but I'll get dressed.

- You take it outside ?
- If you want.

You have to take your pills.

If I was not here, what would you
do this morning ?

Nothing special.

I'd go for a walk.

Around the tennis court.

- Are you playing tennis ?
- No.

I watch.

So, you'll go to the tennis court.

I'm here to take care of you.

You will go or I take you out.

Come on, get up.

No, I'm taking care of you.

You could have answered my
letters or come to see me.

It isn't nice.

I gave a good punch though,
but it's not broken.

You're hurt ?

- Say, you're hurt ?
- Not enough I guess.

Excuse me.

You didn't succeed in breaking
both a plate and my skull.

Don't apologize.

I'll do it again if you don't go
to the tennis.

I'll do just a round-trip and come
back quick.

That's good.

And your life ?

Is it nice ?

I keep swallowing it one spoon an hour,

As would Tchekov say.

Actually, I only drag myself along.

How is she called, your fiancée ?
The lady you love ?

Does your asthma leave you
some break ?

This dumb of doctor…

was expecting the near sea to kill me,
but never had so less attacks.

Hasn't the lady a role in it ?

Hey, you.

Don't you understand
everything in once.

I love her. It's awful.

I didn't think it could happen to me.

A kind of a big carcass,
about worthy…

Suddenly changed into…

A sort of a wreck.

The wreck looks pretty good.

Go to the tennis.
If I need you…

I'll call you.

It will ring like a phone in your head.

And I'm better.

I'm strong.

- Look at my strength.
- No.

Come on, let yourself go…

No, but…

Show me how beautiful you are.
Come on, walk a little…

Walk.

Yes. You're quite pretty today.

See you later.

But you have to follow the ball.

On the spectators' face,
it does like this.

Try a little.

Try it.

You'll see, you'll get to like it soon.

Would you hold them for me ?

Yes but I keep them,
it's a gift you made me.

- Certainly not.
- Certainly yes.

Conjunctivitis, medical emergency.

Failure to assist a person in danger !
You know I'm in danger, with you.

- ''Tra-la-la.''
- Yes, "Tra-la-la".

Are you ok ?

I took the car not to get tired.

I will leave later, but take your time.

I wanted to know

if you were in love or seduced.
- And so ?

Seduced.

I'm the daughter of this sir there.

I'm happy to know you.

Me too.

- Are you better ?
- Yes.

Are you free tonight if I invite
you for dinner ?

My mother is out.

But there will be some friends
of my father;

Is your father sending you ?

You have a pretty bad idea
of my father.

Look at him.

Look at him.

You understand that he's
unable to do this.

You agree with me ?

Yes.

When I was a kid, I believe
he used to love me a lot.

This sir currently worrying
about what we could be saying,

pretending to be interested
in the match…

I'm the only one he happened to
beat violently.

This doesn't sound like him.

But I was able to defend, too.

Are you free tonight ?

It's not a trap.

I will be there, I will take care
of your safety.

But come alone.

But you're alone, I think.

She used to be a dancer.

And married to a man who died
three years ago

and who was rich enough.

She gives dance lessons, but she's
not in need.

''I've always been loving dancers.

"That's all I love.

"All the rest is awful to me."

It's a nice letter opening, isn't it ?
Which is not mine.

You don't want to write her
a love letter with me ?

Excuse me.

I'm going.

I'll go laying down to improve my
blood pressure.

And no guilty phone call to invite
a couple of nuisances for tonight.

The three of us.

Your fiancée, the old man and me.

Don't say my fiancée, even as
a joke.

I'll say it as much as I want,
old man.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

We didn't succeed

in inviting anyone.

All playing bridge or hung
onto their TV.

So you're the only friend
of the family;

You accept our solitude,
or you run away from us ?

I never run away.
It's my prussian side.

I'm at the kitchen. My daughter
will take care of you.

The menu is very good.

The wines are excellent.

My father didn't cheat us.

You won't regret.

How can I make you comfortable ?

But I am comfortable.

I'll take it.

It's our mother.
My mother calling for news.

Yes ?

Better…

Yes, I'm eating.

For lunch, sole meunière.

And tonight, blinis with salmon…

and caviar… and vodka,
even though it's not allowed.

Yes.
How did you guess ?

Don't worry.

You'll call tomorrow ?

My sister's alright ?

Yes, I'm fine.

Yes, believe me.
I eat and sleep.

I'll leave before the dinner's cold.

I kiss you. Talk tomorrow.

My father will call her back
after you leave.

Don't worry.

Taking his suitcase and crossing
the road,

for my father,
it's above his abilities.

I'm not saying so…

to bring a doubt on his
feelings for you…

but to relieve you.

I'm not sure to understand
this dinner.

If it was forbidden,
the unease would exist.

But there's only this carefully
prepared dinner…

and these blini which don't deserve
to be eaten cold.

Another answer,

if you have the feeling

that I didn't properly answer
your question.

You are the baby doll,
and he's the big bad wolf,

When I was just a kid…

I had claimed for a wolf for Christmas.

"Kind Santa Claus,

"I am sending you a letter
and a kiss,

"and I want a wolf to scare me."

Does he scare you ?

I hope so.

If not, the evening is ruined.

Let's see about this salmon,

before you find some other answers.

I have already written this lady

to propose her to go and live
with her.

You wrote it because you knew
you would not be heard.

That it was impossible.

Please.

Forgive me both of you,
if one day you leave together.

Do I know you that bad ?

Forgive me.

It's enough.

It's enough asking for forgiveness.

I am not a doll.

And if I have things to say
to the big bad wolf.

I'll tell them to him in private

and later.

After the blini,
a viennish speciality :

a chocolate cake called "Sacher".

You must know it.

We'll change room for dessert
and coffee.

Don't leave, otherwise
I'll strangle you.

I'm an ill child. This is my
evening, you must obey me.

I think it was also your father's one,
and a little mine.

Yes, it's our evening.
We must not get apart too quick.

If my mother went, it's to help
my sister, of course.

But also to leave to my father

the freedom to see you.

And to decide his fate.

It's tough to her, of course.

But it's good.

Even though she was ignoring
that you were dining here.

On phone, she was pulling a face,
of course.

But we have to think of
my father first.

He's a man more sensitive
than my mother.

Take your time.

I'm telling indiscreet things about you.

So I'm running back !

Certainly not.

He's in love of a holy picture…

Coming from the top of the wall
where he hung you up

I don't know what he would
think of you.

It's unsetting,
an old young man in love.

Especially this one.

He is so uncomfortable
inside reality.

Don't keep up too much
this elation.

Go down from the wall to make
yourself seen.

But don't make him
dream too much.

You can come, I've said everything.

Can I take a picture of you both ?

You should be side to side on
the sofa.

My turn to picture you.

Let's do one again.

I'll go to sleep.
I'm tired.

But I'm fine.

Stay sleep here.
Nobody is waiting for you.

I don't want to stay.

Your daughter wants so much
to rush everything.

You have to take good care of her.

I like your love a lot

But don't expect much good
from me.

And promise me not to try to see
me for a while.

Yes, if that's what you want.

I will miss you.

You're such a sweet person.

I'll talk your daughter a little.

Tell her goodbye. Don't worry.

May I come in ?

One moment.

Come in.

I will not make love
with your father.

That's what you wanted tonight,
isn't it ?

Yes.

And what you were fearing
at the same time…

Could I, not thank you
for this evening ?

It's nice and dead like a
prepared sentence, but you can.

This evening, was more in order
to hurt your mother.

My mother told me
about my father :

"It's beautiful to be in love
at this age".

It sounded generous, but it was
mostly mocking.

I don't like this with her. That
she mocks his feelings.

I will not take
your father from you.

I know it now.

You're not a witch enough.

The witches, it's known,
are the mothers.

It is them, who steal us our fathers.

Call me if you're bored, tomorrow.

It is not an obligation.

I asked your father not to…

to take…

good care of you.

Not to see you anymore ?

If you prefer.

You are pretty, you have
a pretty body…

Maybe I'll come…

to take a lesson of gymnastics.
Sorry for this slip : of dance.

To me it's the same.

It's not true, I've always dreamt
of being a dancer.

Like every little girls.

But with my bandy legs,
it's not pretty.

You can not be a dancer
with these legs.

Good night.

Good night the fiancée.

That's how I call you.

Rather call me the dancer.

It's funnier.

And fairer.

Good night.

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep.

Now I will sleep.

I've made the breakfast.

You'll come to take it
or do I bring it ?

As you like.

I'll bring it to you.

I wanted to do good
and I messed up everything.

In the tragedies,

the main characters often have
their confidant.

You, you can not just play this role.

Are they as clumsy as me ?

They're often lost.

Put on your shoes.
You'll catch cold.

Did I prevent you from sleeping ?

- Did I move too much ?
- No.

You didn't breath into my nose.

Your mother could sleep only
being at my side,

looking at me, but then
she was falling asleep immediately.

And you want a secret ?

She could only fall asleep

with one of her legs, the left one,
above mine.

And then, you were caughing, and
she was going back to her room.

Precisely, Madam your spouse.

It's your husband, he's coming.

Why does he call then ?
Why didn't you give him to me ?

Because he's coming.

I don't wanna see him.

I won't see him.

You can't. He came to see you.

If I was needing to see him,
I would have called.

Maybe he, needs to see you.

I need calm. Explain it to him.

When I can…

I will see him.

I don't feel like seeing him
these days.

You've said it already.
Calm down !

Tell it to him.
Will you ?

I trust you.

I can't see him.

- Are you ok ?
- Yes. And all of you ?

My wife is with her other daughter.
Each one has the charge of a child.

Ours just had a kind of
nervous crisis.

She went to rest.

- It's not serious ?
- No. She's better.

She wants to be left alone.
She doesn't want to see you.

She eats well,
she sleeps enough…

Don't worry.

I won't stay, but I want
to see her.

I don't know why, but she
doesn't want to see you.

But I, want to see her.

I won't stay.

The men who don't help me,
who don't help my recovery,

it's finished, it's over.

I wish you would want to see me.

And that you would be calmer.

"Calm", be "calmer"…

What a programme !
How small is all this.

It's the bigger I'm looking for.

And I have no choice.

The smaller, the calmer, it makes
me sick.

I'm going.

Yes.

- Did you hear ?
- No.

She never rejected me like this.
What's happening ?

But nothing… She was on
the border of breakdown.

I won't call anymore.

Your husband comes and
you can't see him.

You make me play the messenger,
and I accept.

But you have no idea of
human relationships.

You're only thinking of emptying
space around you, around me ?

I don't want to see you anymore
in this house.

Go away !

Go away !

Anne ?

You've been beating me.

Did I hurt you ?

No.

The sailboats bore me but
the cargos, I like them

they make me feel like being
on an island.

I'm blaming myself.

I'm blaming myself for having
accepted to try

to make this stupid barrier
against your husband.

And I'm also blaming myself…

For this stupid anger.

And I'm mostly blaming myself
for having tried to beat you.

You should have protected me…

because it's useless.

I don't want to need him anymore.
I don't want.

Don't look at me.

You don't trust me anymore.

We will have to talk together,
Jean-Marie and I.

That I call him, or that I
go to meet him.

But not now.

He has to understand.

I would like to be here, like before.

Inside our house in London.

at Jany Row.

It's hard, to be a grown up girl.

He's intelligent, Jean-Marie.
He'll understand.

Later, I'll call Jean-Marie.

But you, you have to call
this woman.

And do it, please

If you want me to still trust you.

You're right.

I'm emptying space around you.

It was said in anger.

Anger is very good.

It say things good.

But it shakes.

I can't feel my legs.
I'll lay down.

And thanks for the punches
you've been giving me.

You've been giving them good.

I didn't beat you, I…

You give me a sleeping pill ?

Yes. Half one.

- You think it'll be enough ?
- Yes. It must be enough.

Hello.

My daughter forced me to call you.

At the moment she's sleeping.

She forced me.
Don't be mad at me for calling.

You're not mad at me ?

I hang up. I'll call you back later.

You call me when you want,
if you want.

I…

I've been hearing you, so my call
was not useless.

But hang up.
I can't do it myself.

- You've been sleeping well ?
- Yes.

A dream woke me up.
Better say a nightmare.

It was pretty like a dream,
but hard like a nightmare.

We should say "norightmare"

You and I, were arriving in my
new apartment.

And I was discovering there was
now a swimming pool on 1st floor

Everything was transparent.

And there were windows allowing
to see people swimming.

I even remember having seen
the naked breast

of a girl going up out of the water.

I… Yes…

I had to…

I had to carry lots of things for
my apartment.

But I don't remember what,
only that I was embarrassed.

I ask you to bring me the black bag.

We look for it, but can't find it.

And I apologize.

Because I remember that my bag
is actually blue.

The stairs also have changed.

They now look like
mechanical stairs.

After the black bag story
that deeply moved me…

I'm happy of this change.

I start going up to my home

with the mechanical stairs.

I can't recall if I could reach my home.

I must have woken up
while going up.

Or I forgot the rest.

Shall we go shopping ?

- There's no food left ?
- No.

It's always the images of
the beginning that come up.

Or better say, the characters.

You, the father, the mother,
my sister also.

As if all what we've been living after,
the most important of our life,

as if all of this didn't matter.

You're tired and you
always get excited.

Try a little to be calm.

You're hardly awoken.

To stay in my shell, as usual.

To take my pressure, it's ok,
doctors can do it.

But the real pressure,
they don't know a thing about it.

If I scream, is because there must
be a scream to get better.

And I don't even scream.

Jean-Marie,
he's the important person.

That's why I didn't want to see him,
because he is still important

And because when I'm not well,
I'm driven back to him.

And when I'm well, he prevents me
from being well.

I can't tell you about him.

I wish I would tell you about him…

Take the time…

But I can't…

I made myself english
to escape from you, it seems.

As if I was not wanting you to exist.

I didn't want to be
your mixed-breed.

I wish I would have only been
your daughter.

But I came back to France.

And I made myself english to be
like my mother, did I ?

To marry a French, like her ?

A French like you.

Maybe also I was jealous
of my sister.

When I was a kid, I was not
understanding.

You were prefering me.

Yes.

Now, I believe so.
You were prefering me.

I was attracting you more
than her.

But I feel like you were

blaming yourself for prefering me.
- I was loving you both.

I'm talking of a bigger attraction.

You don't contradict me with
your sentence.

You wouldn't dare contradicting.

But no. I don't agree.

And me, I tell you yes.
Yes.

It's almost all I know of you.

When I was a kid,

I wasn't understanding.

I thought you were prefering her.

How beautiful you are
when you're sleeping.

Soft and long,

and dislocated like a beautiful
lady sleeping.

Your hands to hide the light.

I can hear your breath,
regular and tired.

I would like to look at you
for a long time…

but I have only an instant.

I was not expecting to steal an image
of you without you to know it.

Thank you.

Yes ?

No, I went to sleep this afternoon,
so I'm not tired yet.

Yes, he's asleep.

He's looking after me really well,
you should be proud.

I don't know whether he's
seeing her today.

I'll wake him up if you want,
and you can ask him.

The phone number of the clinic ?

Yes I think Pa wrote it down.

Yes I'm sure he wrote it down.

Ok.

Bye-bye. See you soon.

Your wife is complaining that
we've not been calling her.

that you have not been calling her.

- Go to sleep.
- I'm not tired.

Was she very upset ?

I'll call her tomorrow.
Will you remind me of it ?

You'll think of it by yourself.

I will go to bed and read a little.

If your insomnia resists, meet me
at 2 AM.

- Ok.
- Ok.

I want to show you my apartment.
I can't sleep here.

I want to show you my apartment now.

I wish you would like it,
my apartment.

You never saw it.

And we'll see the swimming pool.

There will be naked girls
with pretty breasts.

And the mechanical stairs.
I'd like to know

if the stairs goes until my home.

Come on.

If you are tired, you'll sleep
at my place.

Come see the swimming pool.

Come on, get dressed.

I'm glad

to show you my house.

Everything is bumping into you.

You are my goal.

My beginning, today.

I don't know why but I know it.

Why do you think I came back ?

Tell it to me. I don't understand.

Why don't you want to understand ?

Why ?

Why ?

You like it ?

It's good. It's really good.

Come here, you.

Since how long have you not been
taking me this way ?

in your arms ?

The breast that grow on you at 12

are to repulse fathers.

But mine didn't grow.

I wanted to keep you against me.

And not to repulse you
with my breast.

But you left anyway.

I'll turn on the light.

I dreamt of you so strong

I was meeting you in the stairs
that you were softly going down.

You were very weak, like
after an asthma crisis.

And certainly, you were
needing me.

And I took you in my arms
and I brought you back to your bed.

And never have I felt such a
fulfillment feeling.

It was so carnal, that dream

And so out of sex

I mean, maybe not out, but beyond.

And never have I dreamt so strong

with so much love.
Never like this.

And finally,
it is me who came to you.

And ill.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

She's in so low spirits,
your daughter ?

It hurts me, and you can't
do anything.

It hurts me. It hurts me so.

First, you don't go.

Anne, this is ridiculous.

You think so ?

I look like this night…

Pretty long and ugly, and
so purposeless.

It's nice.

I bought myself these pyjamas.

You sleep in the room. I'll sleep
here, on the sofa.

But don't go.

We're going home.

The other night, when you came
to sleep in my bed

you were a little girl.

I was afraid too, when I came
into your bed.

Keep it. It's a gift.

Thank you.

Hand.

Strong.

You're trying to make a god
out of me,

just to triomph over me

And now, you can't knock me off
anymore. This is absurd.

I know I give you the best of myself.

I know it.

I don't need it.

I am the boss.

God, then only boss.
It's lowering down.

So it's fine. I'll stay until you
fall asleep ?

I've been thinking in my head that
I was the prettiest girl in the world.

It may not be true, but I've been
thinking it.

You too, try to sleep.

Now, I'll sleep.

But I will never regret
wanting to kiss you

and this panic of
wanting everything.

Yes ?

You don't sleep ?
I can come in ?

Yes.

You are pretty.

It's nice, isn't it ?

- Sleep well.
- You too.

One can not find back what he
has not been knowing, or so poorly.

You always talk of the feelings
of old times.

Why wouldn't you talk of today ?

Your husband, this kind of break-up
between you.

And that child you don't have.

It's not this.

Life is far.
I can't see it anymore.

You have to provoke it.

Invoke it.

It is there, yet.

I invoked it, and it didn't appear,

but someone else did,
who maybe was life.

I am not able to live it.

I am only good at dreaming.

I'm no character of a tragedy.

Only a poor pathetic goat…

who maybe made herself attached

and asks for deliverance.

- But I have no strength for it.
- You do have strength to hurt you.

Ah yes, I may have this strength.

I was waiting for you to tell you
I would leave.

I take the car. I've made an
agreement with Mum.

She'll come back from Paris with.

He is born.

- So it's Vincent ?
- Yes, it's Vincent.

3,5 kg.

Don't mention him like a leg of lamb.

I had you mother on the phone.
We'll go tomorrow, ok ?

Can I stay one more night ?

Yes, but you'll make yourself up.
You'll make yourself up, and prettily.

I want some pink cheeks.

White and pallid, I don't want
to see her again,

this pretty girl I love.

My make-up products are
in the car.

Can you go looking for them ?
Is it possible ?

Yes.

I'll go cooking the dinner.

We're gonna celebrate the birth.

- So champain ?
- Yes, champain.

You're just passively accepting
from the beginning.

Because I'm ill

And illness, is used for making
others feel guilty.

How convenient !

But now, don't be
passive anymore.

Go ahead. It's a game.

All you've have not been telling me,

send it to me, and strong.

Why forcing me

to say unpleasant things that I
don't mean ?

You're starting very bad
and very unmanly.

Well.

Let me look for it.

You're getting rid of your mother…

End of first act.

It's getting good, but it's not
totally true.

We can say she's the one who brought me
here, to watch you

to prevent you from loving
the other lady.

Then you got rid of "the other lady".

End of second act.

Maybe.

And then of your husband.

That could be the third act.

Let's say it's third act.

And now you don't know how to
get rid of me.

What sauce you gonna eat me with.

For sure I will eat you.

You think you will succeed

in putting some order in your head ?

It just required drinking
some champain, that's all.

It's funny.

I was thinking of the
meeting with Jean-Marie.

When you had to be told that
there was another man existing,

it was not easy.

And you, you were not happy.

Then you met him.
He seduced you…

And you were less jealous

it seems.

But in the end, you're still
always jealous.

And you annoy all of us with
your dancer story

for us to come back to you, and for
me, to come back to you.

If you would think, instead of
shrugging it off

you would know it's true.

It's not true.

Yes, it's true.

Yes, it's true.
Believe me, it's true.

- Give me a slap. Come !
- Stop it !

Come.
Yes, yes, yes.

- Battle me, battle me.
- Stop it.

- Battle me.
- Stop.

You will hurt me…

because I'm your so little girl…

and because nobody has
ever made love to me.

My back hurts.

If I would have found bleach, I would
have used it to wash myself.

What has happened won't
come again.

Don't make yourself responsible
for anything.

You miss the first step, and then…

You just slip, and fall
flat on your face.

Now, you'll strongerly be
a part of my life.

It's beautiful, here.
It's beautiful, to be with you.

I am asking you not to be ashamed

even if I'll be sick from it this night,

and you too, certainly.

Don't regret anything.

Even this savagery.

We could not find something else.

We have to overcome this shame.

And remember this night as a
great and beautiful night.

And flatten this dirty
feeling of shame.

Even if it's the one who will start

to knock us down. We'll have to
get off the ground.

You promise me ?

And that's what I wanted indeed.

The sister, she goes further down,
she makes a child,

and me, I go back up.

I found back the man
I've been coming from.

I didn't want to continue
the chain.

Now, maybe I will be able to.

If I don't feel fine,

I'll come to sleep with you.

But I don't think I will be able to.

And you too…

call me, if you're feeling too bad.

Good night.

If I had wanted all this…

with all my consciousness…

I would have wanted it to be
a wonderment.

But it's not a wonderment, no.

Wonderment would be an illusion…

a lie.

We can't let the house in
this state.

- Excuse me.
- It's dirty !

Excuse me. I can't bear
it anymore !

I don't want you to forgive me.

Only that you have pitty on me.

Yes, pitty on my poor courage.

Isn't it time for the visit ?

It's you.

That's it, life.

You're better ?

Yes, my belly hurts.

- I'm the one who gave birth.
- Me too.

It's a secret.

- To a mouse ?
- No, not to a mouse.

[french : to sthg not so important / impressive]

- You want to take him ?
- No.

- I'll make him fall on the floor.
- No, take him.

You don't think I have
slightly bigger breasts ?

- You think you're pregnant ?
- What ?

- You think you're pregnant ?
- No, I don't think so.

That would be nice.

That would be very nice.
That's it.

I'm pregnant.

It's funny, I have no more regrets.

No more regrets.

That's good.

About what ?

The mouse.