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LA VIE DE FAMILLE

It's only the third time this week
your daughter's taken my razor.

What's the matter?

His razor.

What about his razor?

His fucking razor...

But I know... I don't know anything.

I didn't touch it!

And what's this? This showed up
here by itself?

Huh?

I didn't know it was sacred.
Everything is sacred now in this house.

- I'm fed up with cleaning after you...
- Shit!

Stop yelling!

Everything revolves around your man.

I'm sick of him always going behind
my back.

And his razor, idiot?

Razor.

It's annoying to always know something's
going on with my razors.

I wonder if one day your daughter could
be stupid without...

you trying to make me pay for it.

Ah, I'm happy that you found your
sweater.

Stop, stop, leave me alone!

You want me to stop?

You must be happy,

she must be lying in her bed listening
to us yell.

- She must be delighted.
- Yeah, she pisses me off.

- She pisses me off, is all.
- Okay.

I'm close to offering her a
stockpile of razors for her birthday.

But she would find some other way
to annoy me.

And it worries me not knowing
what she'll decide to do.

I don't know what you're asking
of her.

And you have your razor right there.

I'm sure the blade is destroyed...

What, do you want me to
change her for you?

You're an idiot.

- I'll see her and take care of it for
you - I'll avenge myself.

I'm coming to tell you you're
pushing me to the edge.

You usually send mom.

I don't need to send her,
she comes on her own.

Besides, you annoy her almost as
much as you annoy me.

No, but that's not true.
It's you who pits her against me.

I'll tell you that when you're not
around, all is well between her and me.

And I'm always around, is that
what you want me to say?

Get to the point.

Is it very complicated for you
to understand...

that I can't bear someone fiddling
with my affairs?

No, but for you is it very complicated
to understand...

that I don't like being woken up
in the morning?

- And especially for nothing.
- This isn't nothing.

Whenever you move something I
see it, and that destroys me.

I need things to stay in place without
someone making them...

dance behind my back. Because...
that anguishes me.

It's a question of respecting
others' territory.

Whenever you do anything,
it's intolerable.

Maybe I'm stupid. But
that's not going to change now...

So you need to do something.
And stop pushing me to my limit.

I thought things were for
everyone here.

- I didn't know your things were
special. - What you perhaps don't know,

is that moving things behind people's
backs is a method of torturing people.

Keeping me from sleeping, too.

Listen.

If you didn't devastate everything,

no one would wake you up.

- Devastate? Devastate
what? - Everything.

You watch everything like a cop!

I assure you, I can't budge
anymore.

And I'm fed up.

I'm fed up! I'm fed up!

How much longer will it be like
this?

I'm sick of being scolded by
this bastard...

who can't bear to have us live!

Go take care of your precious
fucking affairs!

Hysteria is becoming a habit of mine.

That doesn't surprise me.
Just lifting my eyes a little and...

You're a poor sap often enough.

Not very nice to see, especially
Saturday morning.

Every Saturday morning it's the same,
you can't bear going over there.

- You're mistaken, I really want to go
there. - Doesn't seem like it.

I'd just like to leave simply,
without a scene.

No scene on the doorstep,
I'd really like for once.

To have that just once.

For today, it's screwed up.

And in any case, that hasn't stopped
you from leaving.

That's wrong.

Whenever you need me I stay.

You lock yourself up on Saturdays,
yes or no?

I must do it. Can you understand
that?

You must? That doesn't amuse
you a little bit?

- You take no pleasure in it?
- None.

And what would you say to going to see
your daughter to tell her that her dad

comes to see her only out of duty?

I was talking about Lili.
Not Elise.

I always like to see Elise.
Always a pleasure.

Then go, no one is keeping
you here.

Wait for a good time to
lock yourself up.

I'm trying to be accommodating,
but I know I'll have no time.

What you want is for someone
to decide when you leave.

For someone to applaud you
when you leave.

That someone's delighted you go there,
and says she'll be happy to see you.

Who's that, Lili or Elise?
Because they're not the same.

You'll never speak of me like that
when we're separated.

I can't talk about Lili without
some kindness.

- You wouldn't bear it.
- You can't understand jealousy.

There's no decent place for jealousy.

Never mind where I end up.

You're wallowing.

I'm sure that as soon as I
walk through the door,

you'll smile and laugh
with your daughter.

But this time it's unlikely she
was forced.

Because of the bad father who martyrs
her or doesn't love her enough.

Asshole.

It takes me a couple of days to get
over scenes like this.

- The longer it goes the more weary
I get. - Go ahead.

Get out, because my only wish
is that...

you'd fuck off and that you'd
stop torturing me!

Because you torture me, you torture
me like I've never been tortured!

What can I do now?
Do you think I can go?

You're scared, huh?

You're scared because when I break
down you can't stop me.

If I become evil, if I take out my
knife, then you can go.

In fact the only thing worrying you is
that you'll be late.

You're full of shit.

You're just dumb.

What?

Well, I must leave sometime or
another, no?

It's now.

- I'm disappointed in you.
- You're not doing okay?

Not at all.

- I think it's over with Laurent.
- What did you tell him?

You shouldn't leave him, I like him.

- Elise hasn't come back?
- No.

It wasn't like this yesterday,

I asked Julie's parents to take
her until you arrived.

You could have called me,
I'd have taken her.

I know, I thought this would
happen...

and I went looking for her this morning.

I haven't slept all night.

I'm not fit to drive.

You put me in my place.

You forced me to get myself in shape,
when you loved me.

I shouldn't move, should I?

- Not you, or Elise, or your home.
- Yes.

- Are you doing alright there?
- Yeah, alright.

Well, I'll get Elise. Who did you
say she was visiting?

- Julie. - Ah yes,
the Pierres, they're nice.

Don't take her with you.

I need to have her,
I need her.

She was afraid yesterday.

I want her to stay over there.

Do you want her all to yourself?
Can I have her sometimes?

I'll stay in my room.

I have to go, otherwise
they'll be out for lunch.

See you soon.

- They prepared something for you.
- Not a performance, I hope.

I don't have the right to tell you,
it's a surprise.

"Enter here, or not at all."

- Do I have to...
- Yes.

Eat a little butter... before
proceeding.

"Eat a little butter before
proceeding."

- Is this the end?
- No.

"Throw rice on the newlyweds."

You didn't even say hello.

You didn't even say hello. Why do
you never say hello to me?

- I was invited to lunch.
- I'm tired... hear me out.

I'm tired of never being able to reach
you on the phone.

Your mother always takes it,
or a friend does.

And why do you sound so grave...

when I finally reach you?

That voice reeks of boredom.
You think... listen.

You think I don't know you
start messing around...

like a little psycho when you hang
up. Hey, tell me.

Answer me. Answer me.

You hurt me.

And you too.

You think you don't hurt me
treating me like that?

Go get changed.

- Give me your bag.
- Get me my bike.

- What for?
- I want to ride my bike.

I'd love it if you sat next to me
in the car.

But we'll have all weekend for that.

I want my bike.

Look, get next to me and I'll have
some very nice things to say.

I'm only coming because I really
have to pee.

- Don't do it in the car.
- Very funny.

- What's that on your chin,
did you fall? - It's a bullet hole.

I don't like my business being damaged.

I wouldn't want to have to bring my
best table to a restaurant.

And your windshield, it's cracked!

I ask you to respect my heritage, sir.

I bet I can make you laugh in
30 seconds.

- Oh yes, and how?
- I like it when you laugh,

I just don't like you being
a baby in public.

- Want to know how I'll make you
laugh? - Yeah.

I'd like you to ride on my lap
while I drive the car.

- Alright.
- You'll see.

No.

"It'll work out. You'll have the whole
church to yourself. Lili."

Did we forget to eat or are you
going to feed me?

Do you know how to make a cake?

I can make you a chocolate cake,
but I need a book.

Do you still have the book?

I don't know if you noticed but
we're still living here.

- Are you sure about the cake?
- It's a lot of effort..

- Can I?
- What?

- Can I?
- What?

Can I?

Yes.

It's been a long time since
I've taken it.

- But I never do it when you're not
here. - Very well.

Lili is furious you left your office
locked.

Every time she sees it,
she kicks the door.

Look, it's disgusting,
it's even broken a little.

You're quite the gossip, you always
have been. Open up.

Come on.

Can I take a sheet if there's nothing
written on it?

- You have long hair, I'm going to cut
it. - No, let mom do it.

I'll cut it.

- Can we play Scotland Yard?
- No, not that.

One of us always gets pissed off,
and it's usually me.

Oh! Lots of progress on organization.
Great.

- Do you want to play Risk?
- No.

- What do you want to do?
- What you want, if I like it.

C'mere.

- Do you want to leave?
- What for?

- What you want, if I like it.
- Are you bored here?

No.

I know you want to stay here.

Since you've been living at your house,

- it lseems you like it better here.
- Yes, that's true.

I see it better, my view is more...

precise. I notice more things.

You're quite right, Mrs. Citron.

It's not worth it.

Yes it is, I'm tired of hearing your
mother complaining about electricity.

You don't realize it's been a long time
since she learned to do that.

She even mentioned it.

She'll keep complaining as always.

Yes, I'm fine. I'll give it to Papa.

Papa, it's for you. Lara.

I'll take it in there.

Did you hang up?

Yes?

No, I'm not dead.

I'm trying to spend a quiet Saturday
with my daughter, that's all.

Natasha still isn't back?

Don't be dramatic, I'm sure you'll have
news tonight or tomorrow morning.

She does it every year at the same time.

Stepfather? I was never her stepfather.
She's yours, not mine,

- I think it's Lili.
- Turn off the TV.

Is the TV on?

We're not going to watch TV.

- Are you doing better?
- Going to the coast for the weekend,

at least what's left of it.

He didn't want to go?

Is he afraid of being trapped there for
the whole afternoon?

I'll use these binoculars again.
Everything is so beautiful.

Tell him his hands are very white.

What?

Why doesn't he live here with you?

It works out better for you.

Your safe is open.

If that's what's stopping him from
living here, I'm ready to leave.

If that's not the case,

I'd prefer that we keep coming
every Saturday.

Tell me where you're going,
don't be a spoilsport.

- Lili wants to go swimming.
- Capena.

Well, we won't go.

You can come back Monday morning.
I'll bring Elise to school.

I can't hear you,
you're too quiet.

Soon, maybe I'll be heard.

Can you give me a dictation?
TV is too boring.

You're awfully fashionable.

That's a nice dress.

I picked it because it goes well with
the wallpaper in your office.

- Who made it?
- Mamie.

It's too long.

- Am I doing a dictation or not?
- Yes.

- Ready?
- Yes.

Penny was their first dog.

Comma.

- A hunting dog...
- You're going too fast.

Listen, I'll read it to you so you'll
understand the meaning of...

Okay.

She had become very old and stiff,

her back was bent because of all the
pain, and yet she couldn't die.

During one of her visits, Frazer,
that's me,

dug her grave in case she died
before her next visit.

And the dog followed her into the woods.

She remained lying beside the hole,

to savor the smell of freshly dug earth,

and the sensation of human activity.

At one point, Frazer measured her
with the handle of the shovel...

and she had stirred her tail, amused.

But she was not dead.

The next weekend, they brought
her to the vet.

That's family life in America.

You're very cruel.

A child who doesn't like animals,
a monster.

But it's the dog who they measured with
the handle of the shovel.

Think what you want but
I find it very funny.

How do you spell "died"?

D, I, E, D.

Let's keep talking.
How do you say, "you loved me"?

- "I loved you."
- "You loved me," how?

- L, O, V, E, D.
- Will you say "you'll love me"?

- "I'll love you."
- "You'll love me," how?

L, O, V, E.

Real family life is not a sinecure.

- Do you know what that means,
sinecure? - No.

- Don't you want to know?
- Yes.

- Don't you have a dictionary? - Yes,
but it's just a child's dictionary.

Yours is better.

Your mother is coming back soon.

And don't be late.

Be careful.
They came to humiliate us.

I recognize the distinctive knock
of humiliation.

No. It's Father Couet with
melons and tomatoes.

He might hear us. If you make
too much noise,

I'll ask her to introduce you to her
grandchildren so you can play with them.

No, not that.

What's wrong?

You don't want to stay here with me?

Not even a little bit?

Yes, but I'm afraid I'll get bored.

Come on.

No, listen, I'm too afraid.
I want to go.

Oh listen...

- I'm holding you hostage now.
- Yes.

- Will you do everything I want?
- Yes.

If I start to cry or cough,

is the "humiliator" going to ask
something of me?

Anything you want but no "humiliators."

Wait five minutes.

Write what I say.

"I, Emmanuel Lehman...

"promise...

"to leave...

"to my daughter...

"Elise, at least three things that
scare me."

"At least three things that scare me."

And then sign. Quickly.

You're so cowardly.

You don't know what they're
capable of.

They have irresistible weapons:

a nice sticky girl,
lots of free time,

charming kids like you...

We're surrounded, but we can
still try to get out.

Take your coat, go.

Do you remember what you signed?

What am I afraid of, in your opinion?

The humiliators, but that would be
too easy.

What really scares you?

- Huh?
- Go where I tell you.

- What direction?
- The school.

I'm sure you're more scared than I am
of the school.

It's you who has the jitters.

I'm ready to steal from the school.
But at night.

- I'll just play a trick.
- What kind of trick?

Mystery and stuff.

Is this your place?

- Here.
- Sit down.

- And whose place is this?
- Bertrand's.

- What's he like, Bertrand?
- Nobody.

- Like me then.
- Almost.

- And what's her name?
- Mrs. Ruiz.

Mrs. Ruiz...

Mrs. Ruiz, I've come to kill you.

- What are these?
- Prizes.

Prizes, Mrs. Ruiz.

Prizes, Mrs. Ruiz!

I accuse you of inciting minors...

to riot by presenting them with images
of men bloated...

by steroids as prizes.

Mrs. Ruiz,

I accuse you of teaching them disgusting
words like...

for example, Mrs. Ruiz, for example...

Blossomed.

Chubby.

Freely.

Profit.

There's a limit, Mrs. Ruiz, a limit.

And the Bank of Epargne.

Mrs. Ruiz,

we will redact your dictionary to avenge
these unfortunate children.

This man is lying. He said that because
he's afraid.

Shut up. And what do your parents
do then?

Your parents. Parents of students
redacted!

Mrs. Ruiz never shouts.

She says, "Elise, my dear."
And it's much worse.

You see you're also afraid
of the humiliators.

Mrs. Ruiz, we'll confiscate the
dictionary, the pencil, the...

- No, stop.
- The whistle.

- Don't do that, I have to take
everything. - And...

Are you crazy or what?

The ten complete spiraled directories
measuring 110 by 170.

I wasn't so badly shaken by my
first fear.

Yes, but there's still
plenty to worry about.

Can I leave the dictionary in the car?

Sure, but what will you do during
the week?

Oh, with Lili I don't need it.

But with you it's still in the car.

It wouldn't be of any use?

I don't understand. What do you mean
by that?

Oh, nothing.

Anyway, it's not her style.

- Why did you stop here?
- It doesn't concern you.

Listen, I'm freezing here,
why did we stop here?

To watch the sunset.

I know you don't give a damn about
the sunset.

Why did we stop here?

- Tell me a color.
- What color?

- Trust me, give a color.
- Blue.

Here's the notebook of treasure.

Inside, you'll put down every new word,
or anything worthwhile.

And their meanings.

I looked in the dictionary.
"Humiliator"'s not there.

I'm not there either. Say, you're
getting decidedly unpleasant.

You must be hungry.
We'll have dinner.

Do you remember when we were
looking for the video?

You told me to write stories.

- And then you filmed them. I'm writing
three. - Good.

- Can I read them to you?
- No, but before I...

I want to be sure. You don't want to
go home?

It's you who won't. I don't care.
Whatever, I'll read.

- So does that mean you're sleeping
here? - Yeah.

Story of a man in love with a mouse.

The story takes place in a stinky world
full of poor people.

But a scholar, as they say,
has a secret:

his love for a mouse.

The scholar's wife and the rat
are jealous.

The scholar's wife gives the mouse
rat poison.

And the rat gives saline to the scholar.

What are you looking at?

Do you know her? Are you playing
the most seductive man in the world?

Are you flirting?

For you it's clear: men are hit on and
women and mothers flirt. Is that it?

I feel like going to bed early.

Go ask her what your name is.

I bet you 10 bucks she knows your name.

- Go on your own.
- Alright, with you. Alright.

- Be strong.
- Do you really know her?

You're Elise. I'm Lola.

What was the bet?
How much did he win?

I never made a bet.

Is this yours?

Do you know why Lili and Laurent
shout at each other?

It's because Lili wants a baby.

I bet she did it just to annoy you.

And you're telling this story just to
piss me off too, huh?

You know, when I knew your father he was
a child, and you too.

He has grown a lot.
He loves only you.

Now you make scenes.
He does too.

I'm tired, I'm going to bed.

You haven't lost your touch, huh?

I'll see you later if that's alright.

What's the matter?

I can't tell you,
you'll laugh at me.

Can I do anything?

If you can, it's already too late.

Did somebody hurt you?
Tell me.

Yes. Yes and no.

If you don't tell me anything,
I can't do anything for you.

- In any case, I know you're going
back down. - Yes.

I'll call Mara.

- Exactly, I feel sorry for her.
- I'm sick of your blackmail.

You're pissing me off.

Understood.

Tell me something.

What do you want me to say?

Something innocuous.

So, what do you think of her?

- She's beautiful.
- Very beautiful.

She's changed a lot.

Have you been getting sleep?

No.

What are you doing right now?

Rollerskating.

Do you always make conflicts?

Tell me, what's the drama this week?

You see, if I was even a little honest
I'd come back, Alex.

But since I'm not that type of guy,
well, I...

I see that you haven't forgotten your
lines.

But...

Now you must choose.

Either you read your lines to me
again,

which is to your advantage, relaxed,
like a young man.

Or you act weary,

you tell horror stories
about everyone...

and I console you.

If it bothers you, then I won't be
a relaxed young man.

You're not sleeping?

I stayed fifteen minutes,
so no... no reproaches.

- Fifteen minutes?
- Yes, fifteen minutes.

- Did you at least call Mara?
- Yes.

Tomorrow we'll go home to shoot
the video for...

one of your stories.

Did you have time to talk
to the other one?

There's no other one.

She's just the ghost of the hotel.

Are we sleeping in the same bed?

I probably shouldn't tell you but...

I'm glad you're not sleeping.

Now, because...

no one gains much by...

sleeping in the same bed.

- Did you put Carmen's cassette in?
- No, definitely not.

Later when we think of the year 1984
we'll say:

"That was the year I started
to hate Carmen."

You were the one who gave it to me.

That was before it became
an instrument of torture.

You're a snob, when anyone loves you,
you start to find them worthless.

Perhaps a bit.

Am I the same to you?

When anyone says I'm beautiful,
do you hate me?

No. Exactly the opposite.

I couldn't be as snobby as that.

Could we film the story
of Carmen on the coast?

Oh no, the sea is expensive.

It's lukewarm and obligatory.

We don't want it.

- Right?
- Yes.

I'm glad you agree with me.

Listen, this will only take two seconds.

I bet you I can get up there,

take the video and get out
without taking a breath.

I'd be surprised.

- You wanna bet?
- Okay.

On three. One, two, three.

As soon as you open the door,
there'll be trouble.

You go into the hallway.

You enter your room.

You go into the lounge,

you take the video. Suddenly,
Mara approaches you.

She tries to talk to you.

You look for an escape,
while she's upset.

That's when you're really trapped.

Finnaly, you close the door.

You go into the hallway, one more meter.

This meter... I think you'll die before
you make it.

- You cracked.
- Yeah, I cracked.

But...

I'm not sure I'd be intercepted.

I think you cheated a bit there.

Mara?

- Did you hear the news?
- Yes.

Well?

It's better than nothing
but it's still shit.

She went hitchhiking with Cédric.

To Cassis, where his father's
house is.

Cédric's parents showed up here,
he left a note for her, at least.

You see, you were wrong to worry.

But the house at Cassis is empty,
his dad is in Paris.

- You can take me there.
- No, I really can't do that.

I promised to spend the day with Elise.

There's no reason for her to
suffer because of this girl.

All I can offer you is
to go with Elise...

and try to convince her to come back.

It's not quite on our way,
but I can manage it.

- Do you think you'll come back home?
- Yes, I'll find a way.

Thank you.

You know she tries to please you.
In her own way...

But you don't want to see it.

You could try showing a little love.

Last night I dreamt that
you slept with her.

That mostly relieved me.

That upset me too.

I need you to love her.

I'll try.

Try looking up "fugue."

Fugue: the temporary disappearance
of a person outside his home.

Musical form based on the
exploitation of a subject,

that utilizes the processes of
writing canon and imitation.

Canon and imitation.

Natasha is a perfect hybrid of both.

Here, look at "hybrid." Hybrid.

I'm sure she must be sad that
we're looking for her.

What's sad is that it's true.

A sad hybrid.

I'm starting to think it's you who
wants to humiliate her.

Hey, are you going to start
defending her now?

- Why not?
- Won't you grow up a little?

Did a bee sting you, by any chance?

Aren't you getting to be a little demon?

What are you, some kind of saint?

No, look, let's see.

Let's see if you're still a child,
or already a Mrs. Michèle.

You're cheating. You're cheating.

We promised not to look at the sea.
Act as if it didn't exist.

That's why we're here.

I'll do it but just to change gears.
There.

Natasha?

Natasha, I know you're there.

- No, not him. It's every morning now!
- Okay, c'mon, I'm bringing you back.

- If you approach, I'll scream. - Okay,
get dressed, make your goodbyes.

- I'll wait outside.
- Of course, if you put it that way.

Bastard!

And so?

She resists.

Children are prohibited from here?

Tell me, as a future idiot like her,

what should I do to convince this
hybrid to come back?

I can go there if you want.

I think it's my business,
I should deal with it.

Otherwise, she understands me,
and I'm screwed.

Natasha says she's not coming back.
That she annoys you.

I can't beat myself up.
You neither, I suppose.

No.

You're not obliged to look but listen:
I won't leave here without you.

Your mother wants me to love you.

She dreams about us making love.

It's upsetting, so I'm going to love
you.

- You don't want to be loved.
Does it make you unhappy? - No.

Does it make you unhappy?

Do you think I hate you?

- Huh?
- No.

So why have you been sulking since
day one?

- That's not true!
- Since day one.

The first night I slept at home,
what did you do?

- I don't remember. - You remember
very well, it's marked down here.

You found nothing better to do than cut
off your hand buttering your toast.

And Mara had to take you to the
hospital at 8am on Sunday.

- Is that not true?
- I didn't do it on purpose.

No, but I'm not blaming you for that.
It was after that.

Everything you came up with every day,
another piece of bullshit against me.

Can you stop being paranoid
like that?

If you prefer to keep your mother
all to yourself,

I surrender. And you win.

You better be sure of yourself.
Then again, you are seriously sure.

I don't imagine you'll satisfy
her so easily.

Except if you stop.

But you'd better stop completely,
because it's almost too late.

You already ruined us.

I watched myself.

I defended myself from you.

- But you've never seen that. Never.
- That's not true.

Yes, because I loved your mother,
but also because of you.

Because you were part of her beauty.

But you've never seen that, never.

I was very disappointed by you,
disappointed by your mediocrity.

You've done everything to make falling
back into family life unbearable.

- I expected better of you. - That's not
true, you're lying. You're lying.

I would have seen it if you loved me,
I would have.

I expected better of you.

That's what's important, ultimately.

Stay.

I'm not stupid!

Paranoia.

Psychosis... chronic psychosis
characterized by...

logical organization of
delusional themes, persecution.

- Is it said "psycosis" or "psychosis"?
- It depends.

It's said "psycosis" and "psychosis."

No, it's said "psycosis."

You're crazy, I'm driving!

Little monsters.

I don't find smallest common
denominators very funny.

Among assassins of children there are
a few. I find that interesting.

Either your mother or you will kill her
or you'll leave her alone.

It's all the same to me.

Or you seduce me,

with what you've got, loyally,
or you leave me alone.

- You had time.
- Time for what?

- To avoid the kiss. - What made you
think I wanted to avoid it?

So you wanted to be dragged along.

What's all this you're suggesting?

Where do I take my little girl?

Right or left?
To Italy or Spain?

"Donde" or "dove"?

- Why, are we shooting more film?
- Yes, but that won't stop us.

It might turn into a wonderful
adventure movie.

In any case, your scene was
a bit spoiled.

My scenes.

It reminds me of an Italian whose
first name was Garibaldi.

When he wanted to become naturalized
he went to City Hall.

He came across an employee,
a scholar like you,

who decreed that Garibaldi

was a plural and that now his
first name was Garibaldo.

That doesn't make you laugh?

- But we said scenes.
- Sure.

I wrote another in the car while I was
waiting for you this morning.

- But I don't like it anymore.
- You didn't say anything about it.

Not Italy, it's nothing to me.

When I went last year with mom

she wouldn't stop flirting
and being flirted with.

I guess that's just how it goes:
Viva España!

Read me your stuff.

In a city, François
terrorizes everyone.

One day he goes to the police
reporting a loss of papers.

The cops tell him: "You're
arrested for having an open fly."

100 francs per open fly.

No luck, there are four open flies and
200 francs, stolen from a grandmother.

He's charged with fleeing
a trial.

His rehabilitation: he's given
a piece of string...

and he learns to retie his fly.

- But his button breaks.
- Stop, stop.

There were four holes,
he could sew better.

1000 francs. He works as a barista.

And the businessman Mr. Patachoux
comes along...

and spills a coffee on his contracts.

Mr. Patachoux sells sugar.

He had just made a purchase for
500 kilos of sugar per week.

Bah...

it's amusing, especially the...

But we'll struggle to
find any actors to do it,

especially since we don't
know the indigenous.

Here, indig...

genous, take note of that.

Indigenous and its synonym:
aboriginal.

- Ah, the aborigines! In Australia?
- Yes.

In Pif, I was told that...

Not Pif. Not Pif!

Hurry and figure out the right
night to shoot the rest of the film.

You'll have time, I'll make some calls.

Listen, if you always call and
say everything we do, it's no fun.

You're a real snitch.

Besides, she's surely gone home
to Mara.

Don't worry about that, I promise
I won't say anything.

Simply that all is well and maybe
I'll come back later.

I won't say where you are or what
we're doing, is that okay?

Can I listen while you call?

If you insist, yes.

Then it's not worth it.

- I'll warn you if anyone comes
- Absolutely.

A man was walking alone
on the road.

As night fell he went into
a hotel and asked:

"Can I spend the night here?"
"We don't keep thugs."

In another: "We don't keep monkeys."

He arrives in a hotel where he works,

the next day he sees two boys
playing Yam,

he asks if he can play, they agree
and after several games...

they propose to go on
a big trip with him.

With the agreement of the two boys,
they leave for six hours.

They'd walked a while when one said:
"I want to avenge my father...

"who went in search of an Edelweiss on
this road but never came back."

They arrived in a small road where there
was a sign reading, "End of the World."

They kept going, then were seen
disappearing, and this was heard:

"How beautiful, how wonderful."

- Dad?
- Yes?

- I thought you were gone.
- No no. I'm here, I'm here.

I'm sure you like it more than
the others, right?

Yes, I think we'll be able to do
something.

Alright, we're going when
the windshield is fixed.

So from now on I'm more than
your driver...

your producer, sound operator,
cameraman...

Come on, I'm all ears.

- We'll film the day scenes now.
- Okay.

- Don't forget the "end of the world"
sign. - Okay.

- We must buy five for the Yam scene.
- Okay.

And then, we have to find a hotel
and a restaurant, if possible,

where we'll ask if we can film.

Okay, what should we start with?

- The money first. - I'll give you
all the money in my pockets,

and you'll have to make
the film with it.

Just the film, or eating and snacking
and all that?

No, only what you need for the film.

Only.

And if one day we found a nice
restaurant we could film in?

Can we pay them?

What do you think?

We can't pay them.

Anyway, I know you won't let me starve.

Yes, you understand.

- Put on my belt, please.
- Okay.

- Should I make you a rosette?
- No, just a normal one.

Here, a normal one.

Well, that makes
35,173 cents.

It's not possible we have even more
coins less than five cents.

No, I actually cheated.

- Look, it's Elise backwards.
- Ah, nice.

It's been... 354 francs 50 cents.

We'll start at... the
beginning:

A man walking alone.

- Do you have the band?
- Why, isn't it there?

Yes, but you haven't paid.

And the band is only
for the film.

- How much should I give you for it?
- Normal price: 100 francs.

You can look at the box,
it's marked.

- Thank you very much.
- Rent me the camera as it is.

Ah yes, an excellent idea. I'll rent it
at 10 francs a day.

It's mine, I rent at the price I want.
10 francs.

Thank you very much.

I was sure you'd only give me 300
francs for the movie.

Why? The tape and the camera
aren't part of the movie.

- Alright, are we starting?
- Sure.

Back up a little.

- Do you want me to kneel down,
like that? - No.

- What a movement I'm making.
- A big movement, then you go down.

- Alright, come on. - A man was
walking alone on the road.

As night fell he went into a hotel
and asked:

"- Can I spent the night here?
- We don't take thieves."

Alright, wait.

You look sad,
but it's good for the role.

- Is there anything else?
- No.

Okay, we'll look for a hotel...

for the sequence where the hotel manager
chases down the heroine.

- Alright?
- No.

- That one looks really tacky.
- Yes.

Okay, we'll do it for real.

Besides, I think they're greedy and
will probably ask us for money.

What do you call "for real"?

I don't know. I'll try insulting them,

- you'll be hidden and then when
I'm chased out, you'll film it. - Okay.

What are you doing here?!

She fucking slapped me.

That's not what you wanted?

At least she wasn't greedy.

- What did you say?
- That she was a bitch.

She couldn't hear and later when I
called her a bitch she could hear.

She even slapped me.

- Did you get footage at least? - Yeah.
Do you want to see it right away?

I couldn't know it would be a woman.

- You think it would have been different
if it were a man? - Yeah.

He wouldn't dare slap a little girl.

- Does it hurt? - Yeah, boohoo.
I'll weep my eyes out.

Weep away.

Come on, let's go.

- Are we shooting at the other hotel?
- Where no monkeys are accepted?

Do you always want to shoot for real?

No. You'll ask her yourself.

No, that's your job.
You're the director.

- Madame, would you like to be in our
film? - Is it for TV?

No, it's for school.
That's my teacher over there.

It's very simple: just say "we don't
accept monkeys here" and chase me away.

"We don't accept monkeys here," that's
it? Alright, that's okay.

She agreed.

Madame, can I sleep at your place?
Please.

No. We don't accept monkeys here.

You're great at this stuff.

It would do as a road to nowhere,
right?

- No. - Ah, really? You see how
it's the road to the end of the world?

It's a road that marks something.

Look at that.

If I put myself in a low-angle shot, it
looks like there's nothing left. Look.

No.

That's where the sky is.

Let's not film anymore.

I'm too hot. We could go for a swim
in Cassis.

Let's go.

I'm tired. And with the noise from the
highway, it's impossible.

I have an idea.

We'll go swimming at night in an
unknown location.

- That's what we'll do.
- Nice.

You shouldn't blame me for that
night.

And you shouldn't blame me in general.

I know I'm not exactly what you need.

But I haven't always been like that,
you know.

I haven't always been like that.

I know, Lili showed me pictures.

What did you see?

What did you see in the pictures?

- You didn't look the same.
- I wasn't impatient.

One day in Aix you spoke like that
and I was sad.

I wanted to cry every night.

Can I still talk to you?

It's not worth it.

I can't talk to you then.

You left me a very small chance.

A very small chance.

We have to find the road, of...

- of the end of the world.
- The end of the world...

Why the drama?
Was the water too cold or what?

Can you explain? Was that it?

- The pool doesn't count.
- Why?

- It's not a river.
- But I never said it was a river.

Maybe, but you know it very well.

And I know it too.

I went there this winter with Lili.
The pool was empty but I recognized it.

Listen, that's fantastic, when you have
a problem you can't handle...

you put me in competition with your mom.
I think you're absolutely miserable.

I don't mind you yelling at me.
I know you love me, so...

- How do you know that?
- Lili told me.

- Get in.
- You're in my seat.

They came upon a little road with sign
reading, "End of the World."

They kept going until they disappeared.

Then, one could hear,
"How beautiful, how wonderful!"

Now I'm sick, I want to go back.

You took me here on purpose so
we couldn't go back.

We'll go back if you want,
but it's disappointing.

A girl who's so lazy...

You're not tempted to keep going?

Coward.

You're the coward.

You're afraid that Lili will yell at you
if I don't go to school.

No, it's you who's the coward.

In your story, after the end of the
world, we hear, "How beautiful!"

- You don't want to see
what it's like there? - No.

You don't finish the film, then...

you chicken out.

I'm ashamed for you.

- And school. - Whatever...
Lili will call in sick for you.

She'll be pissed at you.

That's my problem...

In Spain could we film the scene with
Yam players?

Yeah, sure.

They can't go up the road to
the end of the world.

Too bad, it'll only make them say they
have to... they have to...

they can't come with us,
they have to go to work,

- they can't follow me, stuff like that.
- Yes.

Watch, now it begins for real.

It's too beautiful.
It makes you want to be mean.

It's like that after the
end of the world.

What will we call this place?

We only need to say "there."

I also thought... I also thought,
"I need to find my father."

You mean your character must
find her father.

Of course.

- How long did I sleep?
- I dunno, four or five hours.

I had a bad dream.

I dreamed you were tapping Lili's
head with your hand...

and that she sank completely
into the ground.

Then there was blood gushing
like oil.

Does it start like that?

- You haven't called Lili?
- No.

- Mara either?
- No.

They'll be sad.

If that's what you call a good distance
from others, that's really disgusting.

Listen, you have to know
what you're capable of.

One moment you blame
me for telling tales...

and another I have to call everyone.

Alright, you'll call, and I'll talk to
whoever you call.

I'm too small.

Don't ask me who I'm calling.

Here's what I shot this morning
while you were sleeping.

Here it is.

Do you see the difference between
the two?

But what you shot this morning
isn't in the script.

Your script annoys me.

And that little movement I made on the
sly, I find that touching.

The morons and the waitresses,
that stuff is stupid.

"We don't accept monkeys."

I didn't call Mara or my firm.

I've been brave about missing work,
I've been having fun.

So your anxiety about school,
I find it very, very small.

Still, you managed to cross the border,
bravo. I admire you for that.

Since I've let you go,
you hate me.

Melodrama.

I want to make my film.

I'm sick of it. You insult everyone,
you don't like anyone.

That's nonsense, you're only
interested in bullshit.

I even have to pretend to have fun.

- Like what?
- "We don't accept monkeys..."

Cite one thing you admire and that you'd
say of, "How beautiful, how wonderful."

If you think it's the film,
that's the end of my story.

It's very easy, but it's far.

- In time or on the map?
- On the map.

- How many?
- This.

Okay. But I hope you're a bit
less of a liar than usual.

But I know another marvel much
closer to here.

- What?
- You.

- What? - You.
- What? - You.

My friends are lamenting my absence.

Little love stories.

The boys play football.

They tell the girls: "You girls,
what you do doesn't matter."

The director whistles.
The girls plug their ears.

They pretend to have
sensitive ears.

Caillon stands up, he has
a supplementary exercise.

Now it's math class.

It takes three to four hours
to find the right page.

The teacher begins the lesson.

He calls on Monce who has not
yet found the page.

The whole class laughs.
The teacher is furious.

You see that I can think about
school without being sad.

- Can I make a few complaints?
- Go ahead.

1, you're too nervous.

2, I don't like when you lose
in front of others.

Why? Because I don't care about
losing?

No, I like it when you win.

Why don't you take your hand away?

Don't you think it's a little babyish?

- I have an idea.
- Go ahead.

I give you a gift,
you give me a gift.

How will I make you a gift
and you give me a gift?

- We'll separate in the city.
- Okay.

Afterwards, we find each other
and give gifts.

Alright, okay.

We'll still be morons then.

How much do you pay for gifts?

I'll give you...

500.

There, and 500 for me.

Have you noticed that every time
you have a good idea...

it always comes out of my pocket?

It'll do us good to separate
for a while.

Absence makes the heart grow
fonder. Go ahead.

Would you stop being a clown
behind my back? I want my gift.

It will be a surprise.

The lotion's not for sunbathing.
If I tan, it won't be serious.

- Show them on three?
- Okay. One, two, three.

- This isn't a gift, it's an offering.
- This isn't a gift, it's a certificate.

Mister and all that crap.

Official certificate of kinship.

"I declare that Mr. Emmanuel
Lehman, that's me,

"is quite a good father and...

"and that I did not once complain
in these 10 years.

"He is entitled to a certificate that
will replace one day, perhaps,

"the family book. Elise."

It's much more serious than
you think and it touches me deeply.

And for your troubles...

you have the right to a second gift.

- Hold on, I'll take that.
- Thank you.

I'll take that too.

- You'll look like a real woman with
that. - Of course.

Come on.

How am I going to caress your
forehead when you sleep?

- You won't do that, I hope.
- I can't stop. Wait.

I'll give you your first lesson in
range.

- Let's start right away.
- Let's start right away.

First, like this. Then...
are you watching me?

I'll start over.
Oh, shit.

- Like that. You see?
- Yeah, okay.

- No. - Oh yes.
I remember. It's something like that.

- No, my dear.
- Ah, like that.

Not bad.

If this is where you say,
"How beautiful, how wonderful..."

- Come on, do it!
- Wait.

- It's the ugliest place I've ever seen.
- Wait.

Closed today, hoy cerado.

- I can't help it if the Prado is closed
on Mondays. - You knew.

- No, in France it's on Tuesday.
- You never stop lying.

You forced me to come here.

You filmed things in secret that
weren't in the script.

And now you don't want to finish
the film.

You say that because you're
disappointed.

Get in the car,
get Mara's gift.

I don't care about your gift. I don't
need anything to comfort me.

What I wanted was to finish my film.

Since I skipped school because of it.

Listen, get in the car, we're not
discussing this.

Don't you think it's beautiful,
that it was worth coming to see them?

- We'll go tomorrow.
- These are the two I prefer.

The dog and family of Charles IV.

What would you say to a nice hotel?

With a pool.

Since we're not making the film, I want
to go to school tomorrow.

You're just mad because the pool was
closed when we arrived.

No.

I have no control over what
happens tomorrow.

I have no intention of repeating this.

I'll go see Goya himself.

What would you like?

What I love. Shells with tomato sauce.

- Sauce in a tube?
- Yes.

Like in the canteen?

Yes.

On this trip, you have managed to
constantly act...

evasive, elusive, incredibly shallow.

You think it's okay to accuse your
daughter 'cuz she wants to go to school?

I'm not accusing you.

I'm complaining.

I filed a complaint against you.

Because you don't want to be
happy with me.

You only made the movie to show
Lili that I had fun.

As evidence.

That's why you wanted me to be in it.

But you asked me to make the film.
No?

You say that to make me cry
and console me later.

With Natasha it's the same, you call her
a hybrid so she'll kiss you.

You want everyone to love you.

That's why you're so mean.

Listen, I don't want to hear this.

I can't stand it, I'd like to leave.

Let's try giving the video an image that
isn't disappointing for either of us.

Me not too decrepit,
but you not too feminine.

A picture of us that will please
both of us.

For later.
And we'll try not to make another.

Do you want to destroy the film?

Listen to me, please.
I didn't say that.

I don't care about the movie.
You can destroy it.

Certainly not. There are images of
you in it that I love very much.

I don't like acting in your
sentimental scenes.

I disagree.

You're acting strangely,
I won't tell you any more.

I'll always hide my feelings.

Can you tell me why you
brought me here?

To talk about yourself?

- Do you want to say anything bad
about yourself? - No.

It's like a photograph.

A photo you wouldn't be ashamed of,
for later.

So you can show your little friends.

- They know you. - But later,
maybe they won't know me.

You say that to scare me.

To make me think you'll die.

I'm not playing that game.

You don't want to,
but you're in frame.

The frame goes from here, to there.
That's it.

Make your own wedding photo.

And destroy the junk.

Well, I think she still doesn't quite
agree.

I'm not trying to anger you,
I'm not asking for anything special.

Be simple, for five minutes.

You want us to stay planted on the sofa
holding hands for this video.

You're afraid of me.

More and more.

You're ready to... do anything not to
be in the same frame as me.

But while this is extremely offensive,
I'd like to know why.

Understand what scares you or what...
disgusts you.

When you have fear like that, you should
talk, so it doesn't get worse.

Are you playing the school psychologist?

Everything is a joke to you,
a little game.

Do you not understand that I'm
very serious at the moment?

Or is that what scares you?

You're incapable of the smallest
generosity.

You never seem passionate
about anything.

You criticize everyone.

We know you're perfect.
Hello Mr. Perfect.

Me too, if I had something to say.

Only that would give you too much
pleasure, you'd keep giving me hell.

Come on, let's go.

Everyone gets a turn in
the confessional.

Let's see if you really have
something to say.

I have nothing to say.

If you leave, I'll sock you in the
face. I can hit children, too.

When you're mean like that
I want to die!

You say I have no passions,
but yes, I do have one.

You think wanting to die
isn't a passion?

What I just said,
that's how I really feel.

If you're my father, you'll find out.

Read your daughter's lips.

Can I watch?

That's what it's for.

- Do you think I'll like it?
- You'll have to see.

I think I'd prefer doing it later.

What I just said,
that's what I really think.

If you're my father, you'll find out.

Read your daughter's lips.

I know you're not sleeping.

And I've solved the riddle
on your lips.

It was, "I wish I could go back to
school and see my friends."

No, that wasn't it?

So it was...

"I'd like 3 packs of chewing gum...

"and 2 orange Schweppes...

"And 300 pesetas to go play for
the jackpot in the hall."

So that wasn't it either.

It wasn't event "Madrid is wonderful,
I'd like to stay all week with you"?

Is the video recording?

Go see.

You always have to keep your distance.

I would have preferred you didn't.

Now, it's you who doesn't
want distance anymore.

But it's too late.

Because of the distance, I'd rather
be back with the others.

And not with you.

Because you scare me.

You're so withdrawn I can
practically see right through you.

Especially when you smile.

You love to charm, but not
to be annoyed.

And I'm like you.

Maybe that's why we get along
so badly.

But don't worry, it's no big deal.

I understand you completely
Now I'm going to sleep.

The passengers on the Madrid flight
are invited to retire to their beds.

You can go.

I have...

I have too things to say,
and I'm afraid of forgetting something.

So...

You reproach me for being distant
and it's absurd.

If fathers want their daughters to
remain open to the world,

they shouldn't confiscate it.

It's too easy, and unfair.

And then they can't love anyone.

That's why I wanted to keep my distance.

But don't think I didn't understand
why your room is full of animals.

Why do you give them names?

And why do you leave as soon as
Lili and I are in the same room?

If you spare me... it's because
you're afraid for me.

So I'm an ordinary father, not
extraordinary, it must seem that way.

And... I don't always win at games.

I tried to make myself scarce...

to make myself dearer to you,
but it didn't help.

And I understand you're not very happy
with me because you never look at me.

And when I see you watching TV,

especially on Wednesdays,
when it seems like...

you're annoyed with your grandmother,
with me at the restaurant,

when I see you with that boredom that's
intolerable and unacceptable to see,

I want to ask your forgiveness.

But...

you leave me no chance.

You pretend not to understand.

If I could cry I'd cry, but...

here, right now, immediately.

For me it's serious.

Very serious.

- Elise.
- I'm not sleeping.

Who will keep this infernal video?

You or me?

I don't want to.

We don't need a machine to talk.

What I said was:

"Before you joked with me like a boy.

- "Now that I'm big you don't amuse me
anymore." - That's wrong.

It's you who's no longer amused
with me.

It's no big deal.

Would it bother you to try to fall
asleep after me?

No. I will.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

I wonder what we could do
to make it last,

if there had been fewer fights.
Do you have any idea?

I hope you're not badly hurt anymore.

- It's a family thing.
- Hey, look for family.

It'll be a beautiful word for
your book of treasures.

Familiar, familist, family.

First: in the narrow sense,

people living under the same roof.

You see that we're not a family
in the narrow sense.

I'm not your father in the narrow sense.

And what comes after family?

- Run along before we see each
other again. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye, see you Saturday.

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