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TOO MUCH (LITTLE) LOVE

- Here I am! - So you're Emma.

I'm Margot.

Paul said you were young, but so is everyone else.

Paul didn't come?

He's home. But we're on our way.

I knew it was you because you're pretty.

First we'll get Camille at school. She's pretty too.

I know.

Here she comes.

- How are you? - Fine.

This is Emma.

Someone fell asleep in math class. It was hilarious.

The teacher saw him. It was so funny!

Sleeping is forbidden now?

Let me get some cigarettes.

You'll be working with Dad?

- How old are you? - 17.

You already write?

It's not like I write books.

Is your dad a teacher?

If he were, I'd have quit school. He's too awful.

There's no one worse. I'd rather have no father.

Not him, at least.

But you live with him?

With him and my mom.

Paul saved me.

My father saved someone? Saved you from what?

- I've seen all his films. - I haven't.

He says it's not worth it.

It is!

My mom's a fan. I'm a bigger one.

Watching Dad's movies can save us.

Oh yeah?

I like that.

From what?

I didn't come. It's Margot's job.

No problem.

People she doesn't like, she sends back.

You're lucky you're here.

It's true, I decide everything here.

I'll show you your room.

I'm thrilled to be here.

So what do you think?

Not bad.

- Better than Nathalie? - Yes.

- As good as Sarah? - Different.

If I were Margot, I'd be worried.

She knows everything about you.

Everything? What does that mean?

The X-rays of my back?

Worse.

All your movies.

Then I'm screwed.

- She admires you. - She's wrong.

It's rudimentary, but you have a choice of beds.

It'll be fine.

You can use the table as your desk.

- Need anything? - I don't think so.

I'll let you settle in. We'll be outside.

- I won't be long. - Okay...

Come on in.

I see most people in Paris, rarely here.

What I wrote seems really bad to me now.

It isn't.

It's intriguing and I happen to like intrigues.

My mom said to send it to you. That you'd like it.

I like her. I trust her.

She knows you're here?

I'm only 17...

I've never written with someone. I don't know if I can.

Me neither.

When did you write it?

Last month. Without realizing it.

I hear it's like "Teorema" which I never saw.

Sit down.

Parts of your script bother me.

A girl who sleeps with the whole family isn't believable.

It's too systematic.

It's not done. I know it doesn't work.

It's not about sex or sleeping around.

But it's her only way of affecting others.

If she can't move others, she goes crazy.

She can't get the love she wants so she acts dumb.

But what's really on her mind is:

What comes after passion? How do you survive it?

She likes what happens during, not after.

When I feel blocked,

other people's stories and words,

like yours, interest me.

My words are nothing. You can have them.

And finish the script alone? Or with you?

I don't know.

I'm too nervous. I can't relax.

I'd like to keep quiet but I can't.

I wrote you a letter... in the train.

Can I go out?

Tell Paul I'm sorry, because I can't...

I can't with him...

It won't work. He criticized everything.

Nothing's any good.

He hates it all and finds the girl fake.

He doesn't even like my new stuff.

Come on, it wasn't an exam.

I doubt you failed it like you think.

And knowing the examiner, I bet he found you interesting.

Maybe you were too excited to see him.

I have to calm down.

I have to be careful.

I bet I scared him.

Girls don't scare him. Didn't you know that?

Do they scare you?

Teenage girls?

I don't know.

Adults are disgusting, selfish. They're scared of love.

Is he disgusting?

No, he's different.

- How do you know? - It shows.

You see?

Are you okay'?

- It's a little... - Faded.

Just imagine if someone lifted up my skirt!

"Sorry, Camille, but... "

Especially David.

David! He's back in your favors?

Butt out of my private life.

Bull's eye!

I've lost all my authority.

You have so many panties!

You have more.

I don't think so.

- How many do you have? - I don't know.

And you?

- None. - Yes. One!

All these are yours. I only have eight.

- I guess I have more. - I guess so.

Why do I need them all?

You don't. You're still too young.

- You're awful. - Please, Camille,

as your stepmother, I have a role to live up to.

It wasn't me.

I didn't even move!

I felt your soft, cowardly hands pushing me inside.

Now you're my queen.

To David!

You're not coming?

What did you say?

Yeah... you can't accept that I'm obsessed.

Who says you are?

You do, all the time.

No one said it before me?

Maybe, but it wasn't the same word.

Is it in the dictionary of dirty words?

It's in the dictionary of words I dislike.

"Nymphomaniac".

He thought the same as me.

Yes, but you don't respect me.

- Fuck respect... - You don't respect me?

It was a trap!

And I got you. It was a trap for suckers.

So you don't respect me.

You don't feel respected?

By someone who says I'm a nymphomaniac? And obsessed?

Only people who love you call you that.

I don't like people who respect me.

I like people who fuck me...

Is "fuck" one of the words we like?

It sounds hot.

It's a word I like.

Respect someone who says that?

You can't. Don't respect her. Just fuck her.

Will we fuck your protegee?

She's not the type.

You think so?

You think she'll pop up half-naked because I live with a nympho?

That's your type. Go get her.

It's best to surprise her.

- By fucking at her door? - You'd like that?

- No. - Yes. I know you would.

It's humiliating to be considered obsessed.

- Who said you're obsessed? - You!

Me?

- How could I have said that? - I don't know.

I don't come across that way.

- You have sex on the brain. - I do not.

Look, even when someone rubs gently against me,

I'm totally immobile.

So I conclude that sex leaves me lukewarm.

Can I come in?

Is it you who wrote 150,000 letters to my father?

I knew it. Are you here for him or for the movie?

Same thing. And for you and Margot because you're his family.

You didn't know that.

He fascinates me. So do the people he loves.

It bothers me that you say he fascinates you.

I'll stop saying it. What are you up to?

I was finishing my math.

I can help with French, but math...

Is your dad a pain about school?

A big one for French, less for the rest. Except history.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Are you in love?

None of your business.

And you?

Always, but never with guys I'm dating.

You never love them?

They get fed up. But I do first.

Sorry, I have to finish my math.

Goodnight...

Let's work.

We'll choose a scene,

work on it and write the dialogue.

I don't know how to do dialogue.

Like when the girl and the woman meet.

Why do they meet at night?

The woman wasn't looking for the girl.

She was thirsty or had a headache. It's by chance.

You write: "The woman takes the girl to her room.

"Close contact. The girl says to stay. They fall asleep

"Girl wakes up, fascinated, attracted by the woman. "

Isn't the woman's movement enormous?

- What movement? - Sleeping with the girl.

I can write the girl, not the woman.

You have her sleep with her.

It made it easier.

Who cares if it's far-fetched?

Just like a dream.

In your dream, do they sleep or have sex?

The girl is too attracted to budge.

Maybe the woman tries...

If the woman tries, the girl will run away, terrified.

Probably. But the girl wants power over the woman.

She wants to attract her.

Is that possible?

I hope so.

For me, the woman isn't attracted. She consoles the girl,

but won't go to her room.

Then nothing works.

The girl has no charms.

Not over the woman.

But if the woman just had sex with her husband,

maybe she's ready to start all over.

She's not into girls, but it crosses her mind.

She thinks: "Why not?"

We should ask Margot.

Only she would know.

I read the letter you gave me.

I'd forgotten that the script writer also wrote all those letters.

You're not here so I can seduce a girl in love.

Sometimes I don't love you.

I know, I read all your letters. I'm a close reader.

Rework the scene. I want dialogue, movements. The woman's.

- Don't tell Margot. - There won't be much dialogue.

How do I end it?

As you wish. We'll compare our endings.

Okay.

Will kissing change things?

If you never drop me.

You ask too much.

Can I kiss you anyway?

It's up to you.

I like kissing you.

Can I take my script? To get my bearings.

Leaving?

The little pond is for sale.

- How much? - 600,000.

Not bad. We can buy a rowboat.

There's a shack. But the floor must be rotten.

We'll go fishing.

Too many mosquitoes.

I'm going shopping. You coming?

No, I'll try to work.

Is your pupil warming up?

- Seriously? - Yes.

I can't fathom her.

She's not interested in others.

She's a little interested in you.

She's someone I'd never have invented.

You'll milk something out of her.

She's working on a scene. We'll see.

We can picnic at the pond.

It was a surprise!

You've milked me for all I'm worth.

We'll drink wine instead.

Very funny.

Not in this bed.

In my car, in a parking lot, whenever you want.

I'm attracted, but unmoved.

Can I keep the T-shirt?

In a bag. Don't wear it.

- You're unmoved? - No emotions.

Are you going to buy it?

I don't know, maybe. In any case, I'd like to.

It's pretty.

It makes you want to live nowhere.

Paul kissed me this morning after you left.

We almost slept together, but I said no.

I won't do anything against you.

No, he's the one who said no.

- I don't believe you. - Why?

That he said no.

He's the one who didn't want to.

I don't attract him. Or not enough.

I don't move him.

That's what he said.

He loves you.

Did he say that too?

- I also did it for you. - Did what?

Tried to please him.

I don't understand.

I love you too.

I tried to please him because you do.

As he kissed me, I kept thinking of you.

So you must mean a lot to me.

Then you should have kissed me.

Is something wrong?

I can't stop you from liking another girl.

I know that. And I can't stop you from sleeping with her.

Being faithful is my disease.

Not being able to feel desire for another guy.

That's the way I am. And it doesn't concern you.

I thought I wanted you to tell me when you saw other girls.

How dumb! It was to be part of it, to keep you close.

You and she will work well together.

I'm here. You're not in danger.

You're here?

You say you're here?

When you fuck her, will you still be here?

When you come, where will I be?

I thought we'd resist anything, that we were strong.

I thought you needed me, that I served a purpose.

Keep thinking it.

I didn't sleep with her.

If I do, I'll see if it's too important to her.

If it is, nothing will happen.

You're both scaring me away.

Don't threaten me.

No one's accountable for his sex life.

I don't want that.

You don't sleep with people to hurt them.

If it hurts more than helps, you don't do it.

I thought I helped you a little.

You want to confront me with my vices.

For you, I'm a dirty, vicious bastard.

I can understand anything.

One of your many illusions.

Wait... Now, I'm scared.

You're inside.

Inside me. In your place, there's just you.

Beside you, there's Camille. Only you two count.

Must I keep saying such ridiculous things?

Can I come in?

Anything to say?

I do.

I don't like being trapped. Or others deciding for me.

Or finding you in my bed,

or being told what to do, or owing Margot explanations.

You're like my father. Always screaming at me.

Even if I fuck up and I deserve it.

Stop slouching around. Give me a scene tomorrow.

- We'll see if you're worth keeping. - I'll work. I promise.

Don't walk out so sad.

Not like that.

I'm not sad.

Try harder.

Keep it up and I'll cry.

No, not sad.

Is it sexy enough?

- It's whorish. - Creep!

- Is your boyfriend coming? - He'll be here at 8.

We better hurry. You can wear this.

You need one. It's long enough.

This won't be easy.

It was funny.

Before a party or an exam, you have to kiss an angel's ass.

It brings good luck.

Why are you staring at me?

Come here, I'll make you up.

Make me just like Camille.

Part your lips.

When I look at you with Paul's eyes, I find you pretty.

Let's go or we'll be late.

You're off?

- Is David picking you up? - Yes.

Your pretty girlfriends never pick you up.

I only bring home the ugly ones.

- Like Natasha. - That's mean.

- Or Melanie. - Melanie's not bad.

On her jeans it's written: " 32/26. Fat ass, short legs. "

How are you, David?

This is Emma.

It's out of the question that she drinks.

This neither. Or that.

- What does "Melanie" mean to you? - Stop!

I don't get the question.

You're no esthete. It'll come.

That's disgusting, especially for me!

I know what I'm saying.

Have a good time.

Disgusting.

What can I do?

No one liked me at the party.

I heard Natasha say "Good riddance".

It's normal. You weren't very discreet.

You know she's Camille's friend.

Aren't you Camille's boyfriend?

Did you just realize that?

It's too late to get preachy.

Be quiet.

I'm not preaching. I'm just tired.

Back already?

You're all alone?

What were you doing?

Nothing. Looking for my mother's letter.

She sends tons.

You're annoying me.

You all annoy me too.

I take Emma out to leave you two alone

and all she can do is hit on David all night long.

- And him? - He went along with it.

What can we do with that girl?

Do you think she'll stay?

It's up to Paul.

Did you read the letter?

The one she left?

I haven't had the time.

Paul left it unopened, pretending he doesn't care.

But I care.

"Sir,

"I hate you because I love you more than you yourself.

"L mustn't disappoint you, but show you I love you.

"No - let me forget everything, make you forget me,

"forget I loved you too violently last night

"in the blackness of my pain. "

She's insane. What does that mean?

"L hate my body, I hate everyone, I even hate Camille. "

Thanks a lot!

"And my English teacher because I dreamt we had sex. "

- Poor guy! - Defending teachers now?

"L like Margot...

"I don't want to. She confuses me.

"She is both powerful and fragile. "

Come back here.

I have a great back seat. Come on!

- Why? - I don't want to. I can't.

- Trust me... - That's all you want.

No, trust me. Come on...

Can I come in?

How was the party?

David drove me home.

I told him you counted most and not to fight over me.

Not that.

Cut the crap. What did you do?

I want to be like you.

In everything. Ask anything and I'll do it.

I want nothing!

Did you have sex or not?

You're crazy! You drive me crazy!

Get out!

I did it because he's yours.

He drove me back and it started.

- I thought of you and Paul. - Don't say "Paul"!

I was scared of dying.

He wanted a blow-job. I said no. I'm not his girlfriend.

Stop!

If I didn't like you, I'd never have done it.

I hate bitches like you!

Yeah, I'm dumb.

I'm sick of being so dumb!

Get lost!

Don't cry. It was for you!

Get lost!

You want me out? I'm out. I'm sick of this world!

Get lost!

What's wrong? A nightmare?

- What is it? - It's Emma.

She slept with David.

You have to tell her to leave.

You can't just get rid of annoying people.

She's making threats.

Aren't you exaggerating?

She scares me.

First it was against you, now it's me.

I didn't do a thing to her.

Fight back. Don't let her encroach.

You act like I'm six and I got in a fight at school.

I don't like girls who whine.

She's doing everything like me.

She wants to think like me.

She's starting to love the people I love.

I didn't do anything.

At first I thought she'd go after Margot.

Not me.

We won't keep her. She wasn't invited for long.

She took my craft knife.

She said she'll do something stupid.

I don't think she's capable.

But I'm scared.

Can you go look?

I'll get your knife back and tomorrow you'll get David back.

I'll make minced meat of him.

I'm going to bed.

- Give me that! - Yelling at me again?

You're barely bleeding.

Teenage bullshit?

It's your fault. Let me love you.

If you were mine, I'd control myself.

You're dangerous, you know.

No! No, I don't know.

Girls your age should have real desires. Even if they fake it.

I feel disgusting.

Why do you sleep with guys who bore you?

I wanted to see you tonight.

Can you understand that?

Margot understands for us.

Get up.

I'll write that scene for you.

I'm in pain but it's no big deal.

I have to enjoy living. I'll write something good.

I'm allowed to love!

To shout your name in my dumb little head!

You can do anything, but stop screaming.

Just stop.

Are you okay'?

Yeah... And you?

I did something stupid. I have to see Camille.

This is what you did?

It's nothing. I wrote the scenes for Paul.

Why should I read them?

I thought you might be interested.

Are you happy with them?

I guess. They may be off the mark, but I did my best.

I hope he likes it.

What's it about?

The women meet at night. They talk about their fathers.

And Paul.

Have you seen Camille?

She'll be back soon.

I'll go look.

- Won't you have lunch? - No thanks.

"L cry when I'm about to explode. I cry often.

"L write, read, cry, eat, do yoga.

"The order may change, but pay no attention when I cry. "

But it's better to pay attention!

I wanted to apologize for yesterday.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I'm to blame. He's nothing to me.

Me neither. I just dumped him.

I see you had fun with my knife.

It still hurt this morning. There wasn't even much blood.

I licked it. I love blood. It's sweet and sour.

Do you do it often?

I feel like suicide sometimes.

I want us to be on good terms.

Okay, but don't be my friend.

Why?

Make other people's lives miserable, not mine.

I like people too much.

I have to get involved... to mix in.

It's not my fault.

Get involved with others, not me.

- Anyway, you're going... - If I stayed, you'd think the same?

You're not staying.

I will if your dad wants to work with me.

Stop bugging my father.

Don't take it badly.

It makes me sad.

You've got another wrist.

You take everything so seriously.

There you are!

I finally found you.

She may never grow up, but she's talented.

That's good news.

Because the rest sure isn't.

Why?

She keeps screwing up.

- It's your fault. - Mine?

She's here to work. Work with her.

She's into writing. Have her write.

She's into getting her hands on everyone.

Run that by me again.

You know what I mean.

Isn't everybody into that?

She goes overboard.

Even if she writes well, she's a pain.

She does write well.

I'm so scared.

She's in love with you.

Liar!

Why David though? I don't get it.

Me neither.

- What a pain. - It's tough.

It's her hunting instinct, but I hate being prey.

Hunt then.

Will you two write the film?

Maybe.

Have her act in it.

Isn't she omnipresent enough?

Don't you usually like that?

Usually...

Excuse me!

I bet she's a good actress.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Okay... I'll give her a test.

One old almost rotting Band-Aid, stuck in the ashtray.

Margot, not me.

Did you see Miss Suicide?

But she decided to live.

There's required theater this afternoon.

She wrote a scene about fathers. I'll pay you if you make them act it.

Margot and Miss Suicide?

One Kleenex containing lollypop.

Caramel-flavored.

Margot, not me.

It's a scene with Margot?

About fathers?

Written by Emma?

It'll be a drag. Fathers are my domain.

I can write you pages on end.

Those drama queens will make it gloomy.

Maybe Emma will be great.

I'm the greatest around here.

Yeah, I keep forgetting.

Want this?

Let's see. I love it.

One old box of tampons... Empty!

Margot again. Not me.

One old clothespin... Rotten!

One daughter...

Memorize this. I'll test you in half an hour.

Learn it or sparks will fly.

Should I give it all up and become a goalie?

Just learn it.

How much does Dad pay you to treat me this way?

If I forget, I ad-lib?

I'll prompt you. Fathers inspire me.

What if I don't trust you?

I'll give Emma hers.

There you are. You'll act this with Margot.

I can't act. It's not a real scene.

My father's order.

You must have done theater in French class.

- You're the type. - Yeah, I am.

Molière in rhyme?

No, Beckett.

Be better than in school. We're not very indulgent.

Isn't "indulgent“ a nice word?

I'm not very indulgent in general.

I'll write you an apology letter.

Later. We can't keep Paul waiting.

- We can run your lines. - It'll intimidate me.

- It'll only be Paul? - Paul and me.

I'll never manage.

You should cry during it. It'll impress Paul.

It's not a crying scene.

It's a consolation scene. If you cry, you'll get consoled.

I'll do the opposite.

Whatever you want.

Forget the letter. My Dad and I are quite a handful.

Would you even read it?

Yes, but memorize. Margot has much less to say.

And even if you're great, I'll vote against you.

I cry when I'm about to explode.

So I cry often.

I read, write, eat, do yoga.

Pay no attention when I cry.

It's better to pay attention.

Yes, it is.

Mom says I love Paul instead of my dad.

My father knows it too.

I cried because I felt sorry for him.

I hate my father. I hated him before Paul.

Isn't it courageous for me to love Paul?

How is your father with Paul?

He's dead.

I should have expected that.

I wish my father were dead.

I dreamt my father died. It had no effort on me.

- No effect. - What did I say?

No effort.

It's a huge effort for me.

My father expects the world from me.

It's like he rapes my head.

I should be pitied.

And consoled.

I miss my father.

It's different. You have Paul to console you.

Paul makes me want a father even more.

And no one can ever console me.

I'd like to love you.

For real, I don't know.

I like you a lot and liking you makes me laugh.

Don't I scare you a little?

It's over.

We added too much. It'd be better it we cut some out.

It was good. You want to try again with fewer words?

It doesn't work in front of others.

And not outside.

- It really worked. - It was good.

Will you two rehearse it again?

Camille, come here.

Were you intimidated too?

It was really good.

The lunatic's good.

She's excellent.

Does being crazy help?

I have no idea.

You weren't bad, but you were self-conscious.

I wanted to help her.

I'd have been lousy just to screw her up.

Thank God I'm not in her Dad's shoes.

Or in mine.

- Do you mind? - Of course not.

Thanks a lot. I was petrified.

You were fine. I wanted to talk about how Paul was with you.

I felt admired. It was great!

I have to talk about him. Can I?

He dislikes the word, but he's a true libertine.

He'd like to fall in love each time, but he can't.

He just can't help being a Don Juan. You understand?

You don't get it?

If you understand him, you can't blame him.

This is none of my business.

It is.

He has a hard time falling in love.

When he lets go, it's different. He was relieved to love me.

He was proud to pull it off.

No way...

He was nice with me. Nothing happened.

I know...

You want to sleep with him? Go ahead...

I just wanted to warn you.

I know him. It's not the first time.

Each time the girls think they're getting real emotions

and he doesn't care.

Loving him badly has made you bad.

And if he loves everyone who loves him, that's great.

It's Sunday in a housing project, in a small apartment.

Emile is on the couch watching the bike race.

It's not bad. It's a hard part with hills and stuff.

Emile is really into the race.

In the background, Solange is ironing Emile's shirts.

So things are pretty good.

But they go wrong when the iron breaks.

Too bad for Solange.

She starts bitching and he turns up the volume.

For three months he's promised her a new iron.

She yells even louder.

Emile says: "I'm watching the bike race!"

So Solange finally tells him

to ask Edith for hers.

Emile says: "No, I'm watching the race. "

Then he decides he better get it over with.

He gets up, puts on his slippers and leaves

to ask Edith for her iron.

The elevator doesn't come, so he decides to take the stairs.

He starts up the 14 flights and he's fuming.

Now he's really pissed. He thinks:

"What a pain! My shirts could have waited. "

He's furious, sick of his wife.

He thinks: " If Edith's not in, it'll be 14 flights for nothing!

"But if she's there, she'll give me a cigarette.

"Edith smokes, so at least I'll get a nice smoke out of it. "

Then he thinks: "And Edith's not bad!"

And that gives him... a surge of energy.

And he starts up faster and faster,

excited about what may happen

if Edith opens the door in her bathrobe, dripping wet.

And suddenly she'll tear off the bathrobe and...

Are you following this?

More or less.

Listen! So Emile thinks:

"I'll tear off her bathrobe,

"throw her down,

screw her brains out, and she'll scream

"because I bet Edith's a screamer.

"It'll be amazing. Well worth a bike race. " Right?

So he finally gets there and he thinks:

"Here I am.

"She'll open up. We'll screw. I'll leave, like it never happened.

"I'll tell my friends at work.

"They'll all envy me.

"But one day the two women will meet in the supermarket.

"They'll bond, like women do. If they talk

"I'll come home from work one night...

"and Solange will have packed up and left me. "

So Emile knocks at Edith's door. Edith opens

and he says: "Fuck you and your goddamn iron!"

No other jokes?

I'm bad.

What are you doing?

I'm bad.

Since when?

I'm not bad. I'm scared.

She said she loved you.

I didn't say I do too. I pushed her into your bed.

She doesn't even want to.

If she doesn't want to, your scheme worked.

Is that how you see me?

You need a guilty party.

Emma, sometimes me, sometimes you.

Why not your father?

If he were here, I wouldn't be scared you'd leave me.

I wouldn't care. I'd be strong.

- So it's his fault. - Because it's never yours!

I hate myself when I'm not needed.

And that girl loves you.

She's fearless. Asks nothing.

She'll never be jealous.

Being here is enough for her.

If she's with you, she'll never scare you.

Why do you want her with me?

I can't stop you from leaving.

Yes, you can!

I don't want to, right?

Yes, that's it.

You decide, but you're screwing up.

It's Margot in a few years.

She left.

There's no getting over jealousy.

What do we do?

Wait till she comes back.

Try to understand her. Emma's annoying and pretty.

She better not think I'll ditch Emma.

Margot left, but you'll stay.

It was to get rid of you. Now I decide: no one leaves.

Is it because of the film?

She could live without my films. I couldn't.

Stay put, okay?

I don't like being trapped in houses.

Waiting for her isn't my thing.

For once you get dumped. Serves you right.

Little bitch! You defend stepmothers now?

Get lost, honey.

She was right to leave. She didn't deserve you.

She said you were a pervert. You're not.

- I never liked her. - Cut the crap.

- Her effect is to calm me. - That's all you ask of her?

- Calm is a way of loving. - I didn't know.

Her doubting makes her worse. She knows.

She says you're a libertine.

I don't like that word.

Why?

I need love each time. Not for long,

but I need it.

Can I go to Sophie's?

Isn't it early?

I feel like it.

Dinner for two is okay, but three is tough.

It's up to you. I understand. Come back early and see me.

- I'll be in my room. - Okay.

That's life.

I'm sorry about what happened.

You shouldn't be.

I thought I wasn't a threat to her. Or her to me.

That we weren't dangerous.

Not harmful, anyway.

It's depressing to be mistaken.

But now everything can start anew.

And Camille?

She wouldn't stay with me and you.

No more stupid analysis about what happened.

Can I taste?

It's hot.

Get dressed up. Do up your eyes and lips.

We'll find a café. You have a skirt or dress?

- I can take one of Camille's. - Do that.

We'll go out too. And you have to excite me.

- Are you okay? - I'm just fine.

- And you? - Almost as well as you.

Less well, then.

- In fact, as well as you. - Impossible.

Why can't I feel as good?

Because I've never felt better.

Same for me.

You're teasing me!

Not much. Are you okay?

I'm okay...

Another round?

Break.

Stop!

I don't like you wearing panties. Take them off.

It's time to go.

There's no quitting now.

Ask to pay.

- How much? - 30 francs.

Play one last round.

I want that guy to imagine he's fucking you.

Get him hard. Go on...

You get 500 francs if you give him your panties before leaving.

I won't be able to.

Yes. I'll be waiting.

For you. It's from my father.

Undress.

Not here.

You want a bed with sheets?

I'm scared.

You'll be scared anywhere.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Stop?'

Like all the other bastards! Like my father if he could!

I'm fed up!

No use crying anymore.

Careful!

Give that to me! Stop it! Enough!

Leave me alone!

If you prefer.

I can kill you if I want to.

And all I can do is rape, right?

I don't care about you! Or me either!

Bullshit!

So it's a present.

Come here!

My God, what are you doing?

You only like girls less rotten than me.

It's pretty empty here.

Take a pill and forget about mean girls.

I have already.

You'll write other movies.

Let's do "Oedipus". You should read it.

What's it about?

I'm blind, but your love and compassion...

Why are you blind?

Because I slept with my mother.

- Count me out! - I didn't know it was her.

You'd never sleep with a girl older than you.

You'd be Antigone, my daughter.

Your sweetness is a nice change from those other harpies.

Is she still here?

What will you do?

I'm worried.

She doesn't realize she has to go?

She realizes I'm interested in her.

Sleep with her and it'll be over.

I did, and it's not over.

Congratulations. I mean it!

Did Margot call?

Can I sleep next to you?

Come on...

Okay. If we get ambushed, we'll be all the stronger.

- And David? - He's in quarantine.

For a few days?

Maybe more. As long as she's here, he's punished.

So it's my call.

But we can wait.

If I sleep here, will it calm you?

Why did you leave?

Don't let her boss you around. Where are you?

At Cathy's.

How dumb.

But I got to sleep with Dad. Will you leave a message?

Like what?

Tell him to meet you around 3 at the tearoom, for example.

That's for lovers.

So what?

I doubt he'd refuse, especially not a tearoom.

We're going to Mom's tomorrow. He can't change his mind.

See you soon, if you're both smart.

- See you. - Bye-bye.

Are you expecting someone?

He didn't show up.

Look hard. He couldn't be far.

- Is he hiding? - Maybe.

- He's a coward. - Could be.

I thought he'd come.

Never believe men.

I'd go off with you.

Sorry, I'm not free.

You're expecting someone too?

Not really. She left.

You don't seem to mind.

It was good for her to leave.

Then it's good for me to leave too.

You don't listen well.

She left and I'm waiting. That's why I'm not free.

So why did you sit next to me?

I bet you cheated on her a lot. That's why she left.

She left because she wanted to cry. She likes being sad.

I can't change the way she is.

Too bad.

They have lemon tarts here and she loves lemon tarts.

Emma wants to stay and finish her writing before going.

What do you want?

I'm against it.

Had we given her nothing,

we'd have been as lousy as her parents.

Careful, she's in a state of permanent revolution.

That's why we like her.

I like her a lot, but I don't like girls.

It's easier for you.

Yes, she's better off with me than you.

I'll make a pact so you can stay while I'm gone.

Go easy on Margot. It's a pact of friendship and respect.

I haven't gotten much respect.

Neither have we.

I can't write you anymore?

Screenplays, not letters.

I'm the enemy now?

No, but you're scared of me and I don't know why.

I'm not. I asked you to stay.

If you say that, you don't have a lot of love.

If you had love, you'd fear nothing.

It's obvious.

Fear disappears with love.

If you prefer me emotionally impotent...

You don't love anyone.

- Sol love no one. - It's not false.

Learn to enjoy life. It's awful destroying others.

Awful for me.

For you too.

You misjudge me. I was no better at your age.

You don't know what I was like as a kid.

One day I feel like nothing.

The next day I write better than ever.

And some days I love better than ever.

I'm not sure you have such strong desires.

Fear of life may make you kill yourself.

No more sex? It's over?

You scorn sex. Forget it.

- You're upset that I didn't come? - Maybe.

If I'd come, where would we be now?

When would we have stopped?

You did it on purpose.

Hurting me suited you.

You were scared it would be good.

That may be true.

You're scared to love me.

Why be a prisoner of me?

It's not that. It's about believing.

I'm not real. I'm a fantasy for you.

I don't care. I believe. You don't.

I believe in God. You don't.

I believe in you.

You came to give me faith? In who? You?

I don't know.

You won't set me free of you. There's no way.

I'd sworn not to kiss you again.

Your going to Paris scares me.

I'm leaving you with Margot. I'll be back in three days.

Come on, we'll get soaked.

Most babies are illogical.

No one who kills a crocodile is despised.

Illogical people are despised. Conclusion?

- Think! - Great one...

Once more for Emma.

Most babies are illogical.

No one who kills a crocodile is despised.

Illogical people are despised.

SQ?

Some babies can kill crocodiles.

No...

Crocodiles are illogical?

Babies are despised.

Yes. Emma wins.

Why is she crying?

Her boyfriend is leaving tomorrow.

Either she threatens or feels threatened.

Can you see if there's a problem?

What's wrong? What did we do?

I was watching you. You looked so beautiful.

It made me jealous.

Beauty's nothing.

Don't get worked up. Are you coming?

Just give me a second.

SQ?

Don't tease her. Our beauty made her cry.

Conclusion?

Crocodile tears are despised?

You're teasing her?

I can understand. You two are so beautiful...

It's mean to forbid me to write.

Don't complain.

Soon he'll start writing about you. You should be happy.

I don't care.

He won't even open my letters now.

I often wrote anything, just to be read.

The fact that he read it made it interesting.

Leaving you isn't that sad.

Drive safely.

I'll sleep the whole way.

I'll be listening to the radio.

Calling's easier.

I'll listen anyway.

Watch news flashes on TV.

Why are you teasing me? Cars are dangerous.

With Camille, I drive slowly.

Write, call... I'll miss you too.

I won't be thinking of you.

Just kidding!

The only word is betrayal.

I'm everyone's slave,

and when I revolt, no one helps me.

My parents don't know me at all.

They think I love and respect others

but I don't.

I'm a total bitch.

You are sin incarnate.

- Don't tease me. - It'll be hard.

I letdown my parents and Paul. For Paul, it matters.

I'll be punished for it.

You may not care, but I'm glad you're here.

It'll be fine with Paul.

I don't know.

Suicide works best in the morning.

Too bad we forgot the rope. There are plenty of trees.

My father's friend, in the country...

One night he ran over his dog on purpose.

Everyone was angry about the dog.

"Poor Domino! Poor black and white thing!"

The next day he hanged himself.

Everyone stopped with the dog.

I don't like this talk of death.

I like knowing I can die when I want.

Stop?'

Even if I don't want to, I'll die. That's great.

I'm sick of this crap!

Don't ridicule me. I'll cry over that dog!

I don't care about it. And you go on.

I didn't ask you to cry over the dog.

Anyway, I'm not crying.

I hate using suicide for blackmail.

If it's going to be like this for three days, go now.

I can't listen to you non-stop.

It works with Paul. He's stupid.

I'm not interested, so forget your teenage angst.

Discontent, tears, Baudelaire, exaggeration,

gloom, tragedy, melodrama, blasphemy, impotence...

You've never read Lautréamont?

You should. It'll do you good.

Forget I even spoke.

Let's go back.

You want to read?

Tonight, okay?

It's a short story.

A girl in England.

She goes to an outdoor pool.

She sees a girl and guy playing ball.

The girlfriend feels the girl looking.

The girl hopes the ball lands near her.

The suspense is terrible!

Will the two girls speak?

No, nothing happens. The ball doesn't go near her.

Let it land near her, please!

Okay. It lands near her. And then?

Everything happens.

No words, no action, nothing.

Just looks.

He gets the ball, puts the two girls back to back.

Now they can't see each other.

Let's get drunk.

- Stop me when I get unbearable. - Okay.

I don't like how men make everything sexual.

I can love women more freely.

I get carried away, but I resist.

It's mental love.

I'm still angry at Paul.

I love him, but I haven't forgiven him.

Do you often forgive?

Not really.

But I don't hold grudges.

I hold no grudges against Paul.

I'm not vindictive.

I'll go. This is strong stuff.

- I really will be punished. - What for?

For sleeping with Paul.

He didn't tell you?

You'd have looked like swingers.

Goodnight.

They arrived safely?

Yes. You got my note?

I keep thinking of you now.

And if Paul showed interest in you?

I'd stop thinking of you. Do you mind?

No, I think it's great.

Then again, I love Paul and you're the wife he chose.

You can't love me just because he does.

Why not?

Okay, if you love me, it's because Paul does.

Yeah. I love Paul.

- If he loves you, so do I. - Obviously.

But I hate Paul now.

So you hate me.

No, I love you.

Shit! You'll love me forever?

What did you say on the phone?

He asked about Little Miss Excess.

You said I got drunk like him?

Yes. He found that funny.

What else did you talk about?

You two sleeping together.

And?

He asked me if I still want a baby.

And?

- I said yes. - No way!

- That's great! - Is it?

You can't imagine how happy I am.

I can't believe it.

You're pregnant?

A little Paul! A baby Paul, how cute!

A baby Margot gets drowned?

It'll be a Paul. Does Camille know?

I'm not pregnant yet.

Oh yeah...

We could be pregnant together! You'd dislike that.

Paul too.

I'd rather avoid that.

I have to work. I promised Paul.

See you later.

- Excuse me. - No, come in...

- Am I bothering you? - Not at all.

Did you read my story?

Yes. I like what you write. Did you see the girl again?

I went back but she never returned.

I fell in love with a waitress.

I'm exaggerating when I say "in love".

She only spoke English. It was tough!

- How long after the swimmer? - The next day.

You're incredible!

I'm always in love, but I never know with who.

It's nice loving two people.

Loving a girl and writing Paul about it.

Nothing's better!

I can share like a good little girl.

You want to join me?

I can't fall in love like you. I'm stingy.

One person's enough for me.

It was hard at first with Paul.

Why?

I didn't think I was good enough.

Don't talk like that. You're wrong.

Admit it, I'm not the prettiest.

Not the youngest, the strongest, not the most loved.

Just the latest. Not one of his records.

It's good we both love Paul. Only he counts. It makes you think.

About what?

We can make each other jealous.

I'm not jealous.

No, I'm not jealous. In theory, I'm generous.

I understand Paul.

I understand you. I understand everyone.

So why did you get upset?

In practice, things don't work so smoothly.

By talking about Paul, we love him more.

Great!

Paul's like a kid who doesn't see what's ugly outside.

Ridiculous! He sees beauty in terms of anguish and depression.

He knows playing doctor with you is ugly.

You are jealous!

It's just a tiny, passing revenge...

It just came out.

His curiosity is so incredibly generous.

He pays such attention to people!

He makes me feel so pure and interesting.

It's a Barbara Cartland novel.

Emma enters Paul's office.

He saw the purest, most interesting girl he'd ever seen,

two innocent blue eyes

amid an adorable, blushing face.

You'd be a great Cartland heroine.

He'd be perfect too. Forty, cynical and unhappy

but terribly seductive.

Paul's not cynical.

He can be.

You don't know the best of Paul.

Your Paul is bland.

I love another Paul.

No, and you can keep yours.

I can't be jealous. We love different men.

What do we do today?

If you were a cat, we'd stay in bed.

But I can't trust a girl who loves girls.

You should go work.

You sound like my mother now.

You're here to work.

Get going-

No, go work in your room.

- I can't work. - Don't set up here.

There are other places. He'd be upset.

- I'm not so sure. - I am. Get out.

You're not eating?

I'm blocked.

I'm not blocked. I'm confused.

Did Paul know who wrote your letters?

No. I'd never met him.

The anonymous letters of an unknown girl.

He could have fallen in love with you.

Now he refuses my letters. He's not here.

He won't see me.

Before you came, he was supposed to leave.

Too much effort breaks the spell.

Adoration weighs heavy, even for those we love.

You're right. I weigh a ton. There's nothing doing.

I forgot how dumb I am.

Is there a train tonight?

- No. - I'll leave tomorrow morning.

Come see me if you want.

I'll be fine. I'm used to it.

I'm not leaving.

I'm waiting for him.

I have the right to love him. How could you say I don't?

I never said that.

I can love whoever I want. You can't make me not love him.

I can love anyone.

You can't tell me to stop loving him. You can't understand that.

Shut the hell up!

You're not respecting the pact.

I'll wait because he may love me.

He asked me to come.

Why would he stay with you? It's over with you.

He wants energy.

I'm sure you'll give him energy. Joy too.

Why not?

Why do you always bore him about your future together?

His future is his next film.

It doesn't concern you.

I can be part of his records.

The youngest, maybe.

The craziest.

The one who quivers the most on seeing him.

Even being my friend scares you.

You call him each night for reassurance.

You can't do anything alone.

He left because I disturb him.

And that scares you.

I'm not scared.

If we let him choose, I think he'd dump you.

You shouldn't have come back.

I'll work. He'll be proud of me. Stop thinking about him.

I work all day. Stop calling him.

What are you doing?

Give that back!

He'll get worried. He'll hurry back and decide.

Can I eat?

Of course.

Can I make you something?

No thanks, I'm not hungry.

- Do I scare you? - No.

Why do you run away?

I'm tired.

- Answer me! - Stop it!

I think of ways not to hurt you, but everything hurts you!

I didn't want to bother you. I wanted to be alone.

Did you think it over?

That you'd leave.

You act crazy, but you're not. You have a good sense of drama.

Crazy... That's all you can say!

Like everyone. You start with "crazy" and end with "bitch".

Knocking me down. Constant humiliation.

Get out of here!

Stop!

I came to apologize.

I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?

Leave me alone.

Leave me.

Why did you make me crazy? I wasn't like this!

You're not too strong.

You want to lie down?

No, I'm okay.

I could kill someone who does me wrong.

I loved you all.

More than anything.

Why is Paul taking so long?

He'd be better off with me than a wimp like you.

I'll wait for him outside.

I'll make him come back.

Margot's funnier than you.

Smarter than you.

Less of a pain than you.

She's much better for me.

I know.

There's no comparison.

I'll miss your long legs, your crack-pot brain,

your 17 year-old laugh, your squeaky voice,

everything unfinished that I like so much.

- I need you. - No you don't.

You want to be heard. Recognized.

Let's hear your squeaky voice. And your dumb laugh.

What can I say? Nothing.

Once your voice changes, bye-bye.

You're Crazy'

I can control my voice.

I can make it deep.

Or sensual.

Suave.

What an awful word.

I can slow it down. Make it serious.

I can't not be aware of it.

I try to love it, to make it love me.

It rocks, it soothes, it charms.

A fat tongue that slides everywhere.

My voice is disgusting.

I love your voice.

How pathetic.

Actually, it's tiring. Can you make it stop?

See what I mean?

I like listening to you.

Is there nothing in our future?

Not much.

Then I don't care about the future.

I bet you want to kiss me.

I don't think so.

I want to.

I dreamt we had sex.

Really?

No, I will later.

I'll sleep with you in your dreams.

Once it'll be for real.

I'm much freer than you.

It's easy for you.

- I'll pick up a guy in the train. - Lucky you.

I'll be thinking of you.

I'll take you to the station.

- Kiss me in the car. - Then I won't take you.

Then I'll hitchhike from the road.

Okay.

Get your stuff. I'll go see Margot.

She's tired. Sick of me.

She's right to be.

Leave with me!

Day dreaming?

Too bad.

I'll take Emma up to the road. Then let's take a walk.

What do you want?

To sleep.

Are you coming back?

But you're not sure.

Is it Emma?

She'd already succumbed. It wasn't hard.

You give me the worst. Your passion for others.

What passion?

It's becoming passion.

According to you.

What is it called when it hurts me?

I didn't want to hurt you.

You're stealing the little freedom I have.

Should I thank you for that?

The freedom to sleep with teenagers?

To find me unbearable if I cry? Is that your freedom?

You want to tame me.

Cut the castrating housewife crap.

I'm going.

I want you to stay.

I don't know anymore.

I do.

Take her to the train and we'll see.

Don't tell me what to do.

You told me to stay.

I'll take her to the road.

If you leave me, I'll manage.

I'm not leaving you.

You're crying.

Can't I?

Yes, cry like a child.

Like a man!

If you prefer.

Go on. Don't make her wait,

little man.

You don't want a ride?

I like Margot. Now I know.

Now I know too.

But she's an adult. And adults are bullshit.

I don't want to live to last.

Don't trust me.

If I tell you to meet me at a hotel, say no.

- I'll say yes. - Then I won't come.

- If I say no? - Maybe, but not likely.

I'll say no and wait at the hotel.

I wanted to thank you. For being so attentive.

- Stop it. - Yes.

"Thanks" is not enough.

I was desperately in love and I'm better.

You fixed me up, sewed me together.

You're the only person who ever spoke to me.

Take your writing seriously. I want it to work for you.

I'll try.

This week wasn't bad.

Not great.

No, I mean it. Really not great.

Subtitles: Andrew Litvack

Subtitling: L.V.T. - Paris