All language subtitles for Le.Beau.M.2014

I don't know what to do
with all your flowers.

What do you think?

I think it's good.

Hello.

- Hello.
- All right?

A coffee and a strawberry tart,
please.

- OK.
- Thanks.

- I like your sweater.
- Thanks.

- You work in fashion?
- Is it that obvious?

No. My boss told me.

You can go. I'll be OK.

No, I'll wait for you.

Oh, it's you.

We're having tea. Come in.

It won't take long.

"I'm Alice,
I have a fashion diploma.

"I am self-taught.
I work with crochet and wool.

"My life depends on this."

A bit much, isn't it?

You mustn't blackmail people.

Here's a cover letter.

Harold is a very sensitive man.

Don't worry.

What do you think?

"My life depends on this."
A bit much, isn't it?

Why do you want to study here?

I love Alice's sweater.

You know? It reminds me
of the spring-summer collection.

Jean-Louis was inspired
by Rothko's canvasses.

It's a good start, isn't it?

Yes, it's good.

How did you choose
the colours?

Actually, I use old sweaters.

I undo them and stretch the wool.

As each one is different,

it gives this effect.

Tell it. It's magnificent.

- We'll need a reference.
- I put it in the file.

I'll get some books.

What school is it?

Duperré.

It's everything to do with fashion,

from dress design to embroidery.
- Mention the Bayeux Tapestry.

That's a very good idea.

It's a wonderful tapestry.

Whenever I come to see Agnès,
I go to see it.

HIGH SOCIETY

How pretty Alice is in make-up!

Enough.

Kevin, I don't understand
why you don't go to Paris.

I don't want to live there.

What difference would it make?

It's polluted. Too many people.

I don't like it.

Then don't go.
You'd have succeeded without her.

That's not true.

Give it to her.
At worst, she won't like it.

Do you really think it's good?

If she liked your sweater, why not?

But this is a scarf.
It's not the same.

Yes, it is.

Hello.

Hello. I have something
for Mrs Barthes.

- Come in.
- I don't want to bother you.

Mum.

She's out.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Catherine.

Can you give her this?

- From?
- Alice from the cake shop.

Any message?

No. Just say
I passed the entry exam.

Or else say nothing.
It doesn't matter.

- Does she have your number?
- No.

Write it down if you want.

All right?

Oh, hello.

For me?

What is it?

Thank you very much.

Your letter helped me a lot.
The school accepted me.

Oh, really?
I'm delighted for you.

It's a bit hot to wear it,
but thank you.

- Are those your friends in the car?
- Yes. They're waiting for me.

Good. Paris next year.
It will change you.

Well, yes.

- Found a place to live?
- Not yet.

I should never have brought it.
It's horrible.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, Alice.

- Finished?
- Yes.

You need to forget
Modes & Travaux, Alice.

The subject is the ethereal.

A bird is fine,

but make it something unusual.

As you work the wool, think of
transparency, the impalpable.

Your bird can't take off.

Cut the wings off, just to see.

What do you want to do after?

- I don't know.
- You could try embroidery.

It's very precise.
I'm not precise at all.

What you do with wool is precise.

No, it's crap.
You heard what she said.

If I cut off the wings,
what's left?

- Do you know Brancusi?
- I don't know anything.

He sculpted birds without wings.
It's really ethereal.

He did a prick.
Called it Princesse X.

- Nice name, isn't it?
- Yes.

- Fancy a drink?
- No, thanks.

- Hi, Alice.
- Hi, Rodolphe.

I need the family record book.

- Bring it back, OK?
- Sure.

- Want to eat?
- No, I can't.

I'm meeting Antoine.

He suggested Alice come here.

I know him.
He's the son of the scarf woman.

- What scarf?
- Never mind.

Arlette thinks
I know Antoine well.

- Want to come?
- No, no.

Alice, you never go out.

I don't need you all the time.

It's to help artists
who refuse to sell to killers.

Kafka said that.

- You came after all.
- Yes.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Saying "I'm against everything"
is useless.

Weak thought is laziness.

Anyway...
Want a drink?

A beer.

- Rodolphe?
- No, thanks.

Now he's at HEC,
we see each other less.

I know, you said.

Yes, I did.
I'm repeating myself.

- Is Arlette very talkative?
- No, no.

I like to listen to her.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Thanks.
- I'll get these.

No, I will.

Thanks, Alice.

How's it going
at his grandmother's?

Fine.

It's big.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Hi.

All right?

I come here all the time
to see the sea.

I love Arromanches.

It reminds me of Jacques Tati.

Except for the war,
but no-one died here.

I like the flowers by the fields.
It's chaotic.

Like it was before we existed.

Who's "we"?

- Human beings.
- Oh, human beings.

Our human friends.

What?

It's like you say.

Rodolphe said you were at HEC.
That's good, right?

Oh, yes, HEC is good.

But I'm not that happy there.

Why?

I take photos.
That's what I want to do.

What will you do
with your flowers?

I'll try to interpret them.

That's what we're meant to do:

say what we like
and interpret what we feel.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

But I feel like...

It's like a door
to an immense world.

It's out of your way.

It's fine. It's not very far.

There it is.

I'm going back to Paris tomorrow.
By car.

- We could go together.
- No.

- Was it good?
- Yes.

You should've come.

Who was the guy
who brought you back?

Antoine, the scarf woman's son.

We met by chance.

I was hitching.

You have to wait for buses.

I saw a programme
about a female artist.

She uses dead sparrows.
It made me think of you.

One day, when out walking,
she trod on a dead sparrow.

She was wearing sandals.
She felt it was cold.

So she knitted a waistcoat
for him.

That's Annette Messager.
She's famous.

- It was great. Did you see it?
- No.

No. The woman I live with
watches DVDs.

That's rare among old people.

- Is she still nice?
- Yes. I like her.

She's like you, greedy,
but she's very thin.

She's lucky.

I'm the same.
I burn up everything.

Sheila Hicks.

They talked about her at school.
Thanks.

Do you like her?

I don't really know her,
but I thought you'd like it.

It's beautiful.

Why is it beautiful?

It reminds me of primitive art.

You can feel the wounds.

It makes me think of many things.

Do you find it beautiful
if you don't think?

It could be a badly-done work
or a woman who weaves badly.

Why is it art?

It's the approach.

There's a point of view there.

The title, Scars,

evokes the choice
to represent something.

It's fashion that interests me.

But that's different. It's useful.

So is art, but...

It's interesting,
but it has no direct use.

It opens minds.
On the contrary, it's vital.

Fashion can be art, too.

No. I don't agree.

However nice a dress is,
it's still a costume.

A dress is an item of clothing.

It can be political,
like Chanel's corset,

Saint-Laurent's suit for women.

There are some talented people,

but that whole circus
of luxury and appearances

doesn't appeal to me.

That's not fashion to me.

I was trying to impress you.

I'm off. I have work to do.

Thanks for the books.

Fernando! Amazing.

He's funny. His is the loudest
voice on the market.

- He's my stepfather.
- Really?

- He looks nice.
- He is nice.

It's not hard to look nice.
How did you get him to pose?

We talked about what he does,
markets.

I said I found his work interesting.

Have a good evening.

I can't be without you, Alice.

Have a good evening.

"I think therefore I suck."

Is that you, Georges?

No, Arlette. It's Alice.

Good night, Arlette.

It's my ethereal work.
I call it Feathers.

I like working with wool.

It's a heavy material.
I tried to make it light.

I'd like to continue
working with material.

This year, I've been interested
in artists...

I've been interested in artists
who have used embroidery

to depict their identity in society

and their perception and suffering.

Using various motifs
to convey their feelings.

I'm not sure of my own,
but that's what I'd like to do.

- Good. Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Well?
- I don't know. We'll see.

I'm sure it was good.

Your cheeks are red.
You're pleased.

By the way, I can come to Bayeux.

Did you tell your mother
you knew me?

No, not yet.

I don't like telling her
about my life.

It's weird being here.

Why?

It's thanks to your mother
I got into school.

You'll learn that whatever
you achieve is down to you.

Even if it's not true,
that's the law of the upper-class:

a kind of tacit rule
where people lean on each other.

But no-one must ever know.

Democracy survives
on the illusion of merit.

Catherine, my sister. Alice.

We've met.

Mum's sulking.

I think Dad's having another affair.

Catherine is the family detective.

She doesn't understand
her stories bore me.

Some tart from the bank
who wants a cushy retirement.

She won't get it,
but she's persistent.

This stuff leaves marks.

Try using newspaper,
it works better.

All right?

Got all you need?
If not, just ask Pascale.

Thanks for the flowers
and everything.

The roses are lovely this year.

- Are you happy at school?
- Yes.

- I'm doing embroidery.
- Is that what you wanted?

Yes. There'll be 5 of us.

Getting to know each other?

How did you both meet?

Last year,
when Alice brought you the scarf.

Yes, but after that?

It's none of your business.

We met again, that's all.

Antoine got me lodgings in Paris,
with Arlette.

It's none of my business.

It's your father.
He'll be glad to speak to you.

Hello?

Fine. You?

I'm taking my time.

No, I'm not nervous.

No-one understands
why he left HEC.

Antoine's tragedy
is having a choice.

Of course Mum knew
I was coming.

Yes, with my girlfriend.

If you want to meet her, come.

Your father
doesn't like this climate.

We're going to Valbonne.
Harold will join us.

Will you come?

You know I'm going to Sicily.

What are you doing?

I don't know yet.

- Alice is working in August.
- Really? Where?

In a baker's,
just to make some money.

I see.

I have the experience.

You could come to Sicily.
It's photogenic.

I don't want to trust to chance.
I want a real project.

Such as?

I want an expression

that tells stories without words.

That's very precise.
Good thing you dropped out.

- It's easy to make fun.
- Really?

It pisses me off.
I say something, you make fun of me.

- I'm listening.
- She's right.

It's reckless to drop everything
without knowing what for.

- You need talent.
- Yes, and hard work.

Everyone wants their place
at the table.

It's hard to live otherwise,
but it interests me.

It's those at the table
who finance artists.

When you're more advanced,
you can ask for a residency.

Jean Massoni, Pierre's partner,

is in charge of Tokyo.

You could meet him.

That's my mother.

I'll park here.

We just got here.
I was going to call you.

- Antoine. Delighted.
- Likewise.

Pleased to meet you.

I'll go in with Catherine
and see you at the car.

See you shortly.

Yes, of course.

Don't take that, it's ugly.
Stop it.

Those are her first efforts.
She's gifted.

- I love them.
- My taste's not so bad.

Throw them out.
I'm ashamed.

Never.

Ah, Fernando.

Alice is here.
With her lover.

I'm pleased to see you.

- Fernando, Alice's stepfather.
- Antoine. Hello.

Have we met?

Yes. I took your photo
on the market.

- You like reggae now?
- Not really.

The African guy gave it to him.

The idiot set up next to me.

The crap he sells!

- No worse than yours.
- I've got permission.

Well done, girl.
You've succeeded again.

She won't be selling woolly hats
on the market.

Would you like a whisky?
Or a beer?

No. We should go.

- I said we'd eat out.
- Really?

We like barbecues.
Do you?

Yes.

It's me, Christiane.
I'm returning your frier.

Did your mother get back?

No. I guess that means it's OK.

You're here?

- Hello. Manon.
- Hello.

Unexpected.

Shall we go to Brighton tomorrow?

I like it here with you.

Brighton's great.

But we can go walking if you want.

Will you live with me next year?

I don't know. No.

It would be more convenient,
wouldn't it?

It's good with Arlette.
We help each other out.

The apartment's big.
We could share it.

Are you serious?

I love you.

Geranium?

It's red-orange. It's pretty.

Hands are important
if you want to look good.

If you want to impress
your mother-in-law.

- Is their house nice?
- Everything is nice.

They seem to find it normal.

I'd like to sit in a corner
and just watch and listen.

Antoine's hot.

- How is it with Kevin?
- I don't know.

He's not been good recently.

We see each other a lot.

Does he hate me?

He doesn't say how he feels.

But he's been drinking a lot.

Really?

Actually, Alice...

We have history.

But it's not serious.
Just occasionally.

It had happened before we knew it.

We like sleeping together.

And you?

Are you in love?

Your hands are hot.
That's a sign.

...when with such a character
he contrasted that of Odette,

so simple, so enthusiastic
in the pursuit of ideals,

so nearly incapable
of not telling the truth that,

when he had once begged her,
so they might dine together alone,

to write to the Verdurins
saying that she was unwell,

the next day he had seen her,
face to face with Mrs Verdurin,

who asked if she had recovered,
blushing, stammering,

and, in spite of herself,
revealing in every feature

how painful, what a torture
it was to her to tell a lie;

and, while in her answer
she multiplied the fictitious details

of her imaginary illness,

seeming to...

- Not got your keys?
- Yes, but I hoped you were in.

Do you listen to this all day?

I don't have time to read.

What?

- Go on.
- Nothing.

- What is it? Tell me.
- It's nothing.

Sometimes, I wonder
what you're thinking.

Maybe you don't think.

Does looking imply thinking?

Because I like to look.

Look at nature, most of the time
beauty is damaged.

I'd like you to show that too.

Beauty isn't always dazzling,

but I don't want to embroider
a wilted flower.

You rose has no story to tell.

It's the story of a rose
with a perfect appearance.

I see a magnificent needle portrait

with a sophisticated rose
done with a sophisticated technique,

but which says nothing.

What were you trying to do?

A face.

Ah, yes.

Rain and dew, ring any bells?

It's a rose that has suffered.

The rose is a cliché.
You have to subvert it.

A secret garden
requires a more unusual flower.

One that matches you.

- Oh, it's you.
- Hello. Am I disturbing you?

I'm having lunch nearby.

Not at all, Agnès,
but Antoine's out.

I thought this would be useful
for your work.

And this is for Antoine.
Some books.

Have a look.

Thanks, they're lovely.

But I'm not using wool now.

Keep them anyway.

Is school going OK?

Yes. It's a lot of work, but yes.

- I'm looking for an internship.
- When for?

- March.
- I'll ask around.

They always need people
for fashion shows.

Is Antoine's work going well?

I think so.
He often takes photos alone.

- But he shows them to you?
- Yes.

We went to museums
when he was little.

He always had a sensitive eye.

- Do you like what he does?
- Yes.

He does portraits, landscapes,

things that touch him.

He inherited money
from his grandfather.

He spends it,
but what will it lead to?

His photos are beautiful.
Really.

He thinks I disapprove
of his choices. It's absurd.

You need your loved ones' trust
to progress.

Don't you think?

Here.

This is a good one of you.

Hello.

Alice agreed to show me them.

I wanted to know what you did.

It's good. Very good.

I hope you don't go
to dangerous places.

I've been calling you for a week.

So I came by
as I was in the neighbourhood.

I'm having lunch with Marie-Colette.

Show her your work.

She's starting a review.
She's looking for new perspectives.

She wants to do fashion differently,

with more rounded women,
a more everyday look.

A more everyday look?
I don't get it. That's a concept?

You needn't devote your life to it.
Diane Arbus started that way.

Everyone dreams of doing
that kind of work.

At least show her, you'll see.

Alice, what do you think?

I don't care what any of you think.

Right.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Bye, Antoine.

I just wanted to reassure her.

You seem to get on well.

She brings you books, thinks of you.

She wants you to succeed.

She's all about appearances, Alice.

She submits to others' opinions.

When will you understand that?

What do you want?
To be accepted in high society?

You have to fight all that crap.

Fight what, though?
I don't understand.

You piss me off.
My mother got fired for nothing.

She and her mates
are fighting for compensation.

Why do you say it's disgusting?

They're right to fight.

Would you like me
to do fashion shoots?

Not necessarily,
but it could be good for you.

But Alice, what she's offering
isn't Vogue.

It's not even paid.
It's just to get noticed.

Maybe I should try,

since I've got a good eye.

I might find a way in.

I could screw girls
who go shopping in New York

between having their nails done.

Would your mother
rather you were with someone else?

No. I didn't say that.

I just want her to leave me alone

with her mates and her desires.

She offered to find me
an internship.

So? What are you afraid of?
She likes you. Don't worry.

Do you mind if I let her help me?

Did you see? It's the first time
he's mentioned Florence's death.

It felt weird.

I still can't believe it.

I miss her terribly.

They made the perfect couple.

She looked at him
with her sparkling eyes.

She was in her own world.

Alice is a bit like her.

The way she looks at Antoine.

I wonder if I'll ever love that way.

Even Florence, who was brilliant,

never needed Harold
in order to exist.

She chose to be with him.
It's different.

Alice is dumbstruck.
It's like she only exists

through your brother.

I like her.
She has an intensity about her.

Given her background,
that can't be easy.

You should see her mother.

Thank God we haven't yet
been introduced.

- Don't say that.
- I don't mind meeting her family,

but I don't even know
what to say to Alice.

It's like she's seeing us
for the first time.

I do my best to help her.

She'll make an excellent apprentice.

Antoine needs a sweet girl.

Maya drove him crazy.

Antoine, are you there?

- I'm not hurt.
- That's good.

Did you come back alone?

Antoine's taking some photos.
I'm meeting him.

- Want a lift?
- No thanks, I've got my bike.

Alice, look at your mother.

Hold still.

Great.

Christiane, can you look at me?

An examination piece
is a basis for life.

It will define your work's identity.

So take your time, think,

draw on your experience

to build a plastic universe.

Why did you choose French gardens
as your experience?

The shock I had at Versailles.

And the feeling of being part
of that culture, maybe.

They call them
"the flowerbeds of embroidery".

I hate being made
to tell my life story.

You just have to reveal something.

- Whom do you think of most?
- Antoine.

Not "I think like Antoine",
but "I think of Antoine".

Well?

What do you think?

It's hard to tell when it's empty.

When your lover's photos
are hung everywhere,

we'll see how lovely it is.

You're crazy, Rodolphe.

We'll do an exhibit
as soon as you're ready.

This place is for you.

It will reassure his mother.

She wants us to have dinner Sunday.

She snoops on me through Alice.

- That's not true.
- I'm just kidding.

- Hi.
- All right, Maya?

- Great. You?
- Yes. It's good to see you.

All right?

Thanks.

- Hello. I'm Maya.
- Alice.

Delighted.

This is Paul. Antoine.

- I love what you've done.
- Yes, we worked hard.

A drink?

Do you want to be an artist?

No.

Why do you get bored
when there are people?

I'm not bored, I'm looking.

- Why don't you talk to people?
- I do.

Is Maya a model?

Yes. She's done some photos
to pay for her studies.

What did she study?

She was at Sciences Po
with Rodolphe.

It seems some people have it all.

It's not just appearances.

We bought a lot of furniture.

The sofa, for one.

My mother got a job
in Saint-Nazaire.

She left and we had
to replace everything.

The TV, the hi-fi,
even the microwave.

- Where's your father?
- I don't know.

- What kind of TV do you have?
- A Sony.

But my mother bought everything.

We don't watch it, anyway.

I prefer talking books.

Talking books?

I can work at the same time.

- Who reads them?
- Mostly famous actors.

- It's nice.
- And anyone can use them.

Eh, Alice?

Your parties are great!

My clients love Marc Levy.

He's not bad, actually.

You should come.
I do full-body hair removal.

Do many people have that?

You bet. It's because of porn.

All the housewives want it,
but it's a weird thing to do.

Look out for the cops
at the roundabout.

- Want to drive?
- I don't have a licence.

Oh, sorry. Of course you don't.

I like that tower block. It's lovely.

Yes, it is.

Stop the car. Stop.

- Let me go.
- What's wrong?

- We're not suited.
- Alice, stop being stupid.

That's what you like, isn't it?

Are you looking for an idiot
to educate?

What's your problem?

You're the problem.
You look at us like objects.

Not at all.

Why do you make fun of me?
Because I try to learn?

You admire their TV,
everything you detest.

Oh, yes. "I'm free
with my friend Rodolphe."

- Did he inherit money too?
- What's wrong?

Nothing. I hate you. You're an idiot.

I hate your shitty photos too.

You want to be with some deadbeat
girl so you can feel clever.

You don't care about appearances?
What do you take me for?

Shit.

- Did you sleep in the garden?
- Yes.

We were careful not to wake you.

You should let me know
if you're not coming home.

I told you.

You told me a lot yesterday.

I like Marie-Colette's magazine.

Did it sell well?

Founding a magazine is risky.
It's started well.

Your mother said
you didn't want to take part.

He doesn't want
to compromise himself.

Don't be too sentimental.

You've plenty of time
for high ideas.

I can't say anything to him.

What incredible work.

Alice, look at this.

She works a bit like you.

Alice knitted me a scarf
to thank me,

a turquoise one.

- I didn't get a present.
- You hardly spoke.

I spoke about my tapestry.
That was useful.

Can we see your work anywhere?

I'm preparing an exhibition
at a friend's gallery.

That's great.
Why didn't you tell us?

I'm telling you now.

Well, that's good, then.

I'm going to see the tapestry.

You should go.

Harold is a connoisseur
of Mathilde's embroidery.

- It'd be good for your work.
- You don't mind?

Not at all.
I'm going to see Kevin and Manon.

If you don't mind.

Not at all.

I'm writing my diploma
on women who wait.

Mathilde waited for William,

Penelope's ruse to stay faithful.

And all those we don't know.

Ah, women who wait.

We know so little about women
in history.

What did they really do?

How do you plan to realise it?

I'm using poppies as a theme:

the destruction of beauty,

showing that behind beauty lies pain.

It's a beautiful flower
that fades quickly.

Poppies? What a funny idea.

What perfume
would you have made for Mathilde?

- Do we only know her face?
- She must have been beautiful.

I imagine Mathilde
was not very pretty,

but very intelligent.

A capable woman
who had the brilliant idea

to commission a tapestry
that she would sign.

The queen of marketing.

And contrary to what you think,

I bet none of these figures
were done by her,

but rather by monks or servants.

But in the collective imagination,
a benevolent queen

waiting for her husband
to return from conquest...

It dulls the senses.

She'd have needed 1,000 years
to finish it.

"The end of the social chamber

"is part of the jurisprudence
of the Court of Appeal.

"On May 28th, 2008,
the latter had already..."

Leave it open, it's nice.

"...already determined
that the redundancies made in 2001

"by the ex-flagship domestic-goods
manufacturer were invalid,

"since certain technicalities
were not observed."

How much will you get?

We're not there yet,
but it should be

between 5,000 and 9,000 euros.

- 10 years of fighting for that.
- if you came to sulk...

I came to see you,
but you're talking about your stuff.

A battle isn't won in a day.

So, "..in 2001 were invalid,

- "since certain technicalities...
- Is there no TV at the château?

They have other things to do.

Why are you here, Alice?

You wouldn't tell me
if you were leaving.

Don't force yourself, Alice.

If you don't like it here,
don't come.

You're both pains.

She's the pain.
We could talk normally.

But you're still on about this.

Aren't you sick of it?

Why not read or go for a walk?

It destroyed my father.
He had dreams.

Leave me alone.

Keep on dreaming.

Spitting on us
won't make them come true.

Go and see her.

Don't be silly.

OK?

I'm sorry.

You don't understand
what you do to me.

I hope you get your money.

You've been waiting a long time.

Forget it.

I didn't mean what I said about Dad.

Yes, you did.

Be careful what you say.

You're so sensitive, like him.

The slightest thing
would hurt him.

I'm proud of you, Alice.

All right?

- Disappointed by the tapestry?
- No.

Is it because of the photos
with Kevin and Manon?

Not at all.

- Can I go on the balcony?
- Yes.

I want to make a diptych,

photograph people in their homes,

or what they see from home.
I don't know.

Antoine's here.
Want to say hello?

Is he going to photograph me?

- It's a present.
- No, it's an order.

Take it. I insist.

Thank you, Alice.
I'm very touched.

- Is Antoine OK?
- Yes.

He travels a lot. He's in the Alps.

I'm thinking about
Mathilde's perfume.

- Really?
- Yes. Come on.

White lilac. A flower for you.

Natural and sweet.

I'm not all that sweet.

By appearance, yes.

We protect ourselves
with appearances.

Hello.

There. That's good.

- You want to join them?
- Exactly.

- When did you get back?
- This morning.

- Where did you take this on?
- At his place.

We talked a lot.
I met his wife, his grandchildren.

A very nice guy.

How did you meet him?

In a café. I hang around a lot.

A landscape leads me to people,
or the reverse.

I like that one.

It's what I feel when I think of you.

And these two.

It's very good, anyway.

- Shall I go shopping?
- I have to go.

- Want something to eat?
- No, really.

We'll talk, OK?

Bye.

- Rodolphe seemed pleased.
- I don't know.

I think it's a bit woolly.

No, everything will be fine.

- You've got a lot of photos.
- So have the tourists.

But yours are good.

I missed you.

Harold loved his scarf.

He's invited us for dinner.
It's a good idea, right?

Yes, as long as I'm here.

I'm meeting Paul.

- Want to eat with us?
- No. I'll finish this.

Come and eat.
You can finish that at home.

I'm fine here.

Every kiss provokes another.

Ah, in those earliest days of love,

how naturally the kisses
spring into life.

How closely, in their abundance, are
they pressed one against another;

until lovers would find it
as hard to count

the kisses exchanged in an hour,

as to count the flowers
in a meadow in May.

Then she would pretend
to stop, saying:

"How do you expect me to play
when you keep on holding me?

"I can't do everything at once.

"Make up your mind;

"am I to play the phrase
or do you want to play with me?"

You have to go, Alice.

Alice, you have to go.

It's annoying,
I'm at the opera tonight.

I'd have gladly taken
Antoine's place.

I'm going to be late.

If I'd known,
I'd have come earlier.

I came on the off-chance.

I sometimes bother Harold.

You never bother me.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Give my love to Antoine.
He never answers.

Thank you.

I work while I wait, like Mathilde.

You don't like Mathilde much.

It's terrible having to wait.

The space they provide
is impossible to fill.

It gives you strength, too.

I want to excel for him.

I want him to be proud of me,
show him I deserve him.

Sometimes I come home late,

hoping he'll be waiting for me.

But he always comes home later.

My son's apartment is empty.

If you need somewhere private
to study, I can lend it to you.

Thanks, but that's not why I said it.

Alice, I'm from the same world
as you.

I know it's hard to accept
that people think we're important.

But if you do, you'll be strong.

Did Agnès ask you?

No, she didn't.

She'd like him to leave me
for someone better.

You're wrong. She constantly
praised the scarf you made me.

That's why she was wearing
the old one. It wasn't so bad.

Does it last long,
feeling worthless?

At your age, I barely spoke.

I had all these phrases
prepared in my head.

But when I tried to say them,

they just wouldn't come out right.

I was resigned to looking stupid.

Then, gradually,
I started to feel intelligent.

That's when I became stupid again.

Then, one day,

you forget to look at yourself.

- Why the long face, Alice?
- I don't know.

I'm happy to be with you.

So am I.

I've been away a lot, but I had to.

After the exhibition it'll be OK.

- And you've got your diploma.
- Yes.

You smell nice.

Harold made me a perfume.

Harold made you a perfume?

Linked to Queen Mathilde.
It wasn't really for me.

It suits you.
Do you see him often?

No. We had dinner.
He wanted to give me the perfume.

Your mother was there,
but she went to the opera.

I'd have told you,
but you weren't there.

It was good.

He cooked vegetables and spices.

- It was delicious.
- You're a luxury chick.

- Not especially.
- It's not a criticism.

I grew up with all that,
so it doesn't fascinate me.

Nor me.

I'm talking crap. I'm tired.

Harold offered to lend me a studio.

- He's in love with you.
- Not at all.

He thinks it's wrong to wait
too long.

I know it's hard for you, me waiting.

I don't care about Harold.

I'm out of it, Alice.
I can't think straight.

Do what's best for you.

Hello?

Yes, that's me.

No problem. Of course.

See you then.

That was the newspaper,
about China.

- You didn't want to do it
- I can still meet the guy.

Why don't you stay here?

At least until your diploma.

I'm fine, don't worry.

It's next week, anyway.

You do worry me.

You're going to Harold's, right?

Thanks.

You shouldn't have.

You're crazy.

My theme is women who wait
and embroidery.

I approached it as a state,
a kind of sensory sleep,

and I looked for a motif
to bring it to life.

I chose the poppy,

and I portrayed its stages
and its evolution.

I was also interested

in its contradictions,
its beauty and its ugliness

I used needle-painting techniques

to illustrate the delicacy
of its youth.

I made this one
with cotton thread.

When it fades, it exudes latex,

which is used to make morphine,

a protection against the shame
of its rapid decline.

It also incarnates flight,
sleep and the absence of self.

- How did it go?
- Well.

I went all the way.

- You OK, Alice?
- Yes.

I hoped he'd be here.

It's stupid.

- Are you OK?
- Yes.

I'm OK.

- What's wrong?
- I don't feel well.

That's the basic idea,

and his landscapes are intimate,

real and metaphorical.

- An ontological approach.
- Yes.

- That's Alice's mum.
- Incredible.

- Do you know her?
- No.

He would never show me.

I'm seeing everything
for the first time.

Alice, this is Maya.
Maya, Alice.

- Hello, Alice.
- Hello.

- We've met, haven't we?
- Yes.

You knit, don't you?

I'm at embroidery school.

Hi.

I'm happy to see you.

What are you up to?

I live in London now.

I travel a lot, doing photos.

That's great.

- How's life?
- Fine.

It's a bit chaotic,
but it's going well.

Sorry, I didn't see you.

I'm so happy.

You were right.
I had to trust him.

I love the photo of your mum.

I can see you in her,
it's incredible.

Then again, you're so different.

You mean she's fat?

My father screwed up.

She took medication to cope.

It made her greedy.

Thank God she's not here tonight.

She doesn't like seeing herself.

In any case,
Antoine gave her no choice.

- You didn't even invite them!
- That's enough.

Let me go.

What are you looking at?

I was going to invite them.

You took me for an idiot!

What did I say?

It's not you.

- I said nothing.
- It's not you!

Why didn't you invite her mum?
It's not my fault you screwed up.

- Hi. Martin.
- Kevin.

Alice, someone for you.

- I'm going out.
- Yes.

Thanks.

It's like a cage in here.

I came by metro
from Saint-Lazare.

The crowds...

You've always done stuff.

I was jealous sometimes.

Engines and all that...

Cars stink.

Now I like to work the land.

If anyone had told me that,
I'd have left.

Being a peasant sucks.

But the guy I work for is OK.

Manon wanted me to come.

She said she'd only
tell you off. You know her.

She thought it was stupid.

She told me to do it on her behalf.

Remember your letter?

You said that

if you didn't succeed,
your life would be over.

Remember?

That hurt me, Alice.

I felt alone, but...

It did me good to know
you had something of your own.

Something with you.

I thought:
"No-one can take it from you."

It belongs to you.

Even if it was knitting scarves
to sell on the market,

or making dresses
for Princess what's-her-name...

It doesn't matter for whom
or with whom.

You had something to do.

Why did you come, Kevin?

Who told you I was here?

We left you 200 messages.
We were worried.

I called Antoine,
but there was no answer.

The school gave me
Martin's number.

I've ruined everything.

Don't say that. It's not true.

It will pass.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Would you like a coffee?
- Please.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

It's good that you're here.

I think I've finished.

You're happy?

It makes me think
of a garden in the morning.

It is green.

I was after freshness.

But it warms up quickly.

I wanted this duality.

Are you getting it?

It's beautiful.

It started with a memory.

I think I've managed to make
just the substance perceptible,

to deliver an affect, images,
the essences of which it's made.

I'm glad you understand.

Instead of embroidering
the dominant flower,

I could do a gradation of colours.

Warm and cold tones, like a wave.

To illustrate your work
with something other than flowers.

A change would be good.

No. The idea of embroidering
the flower was good.

I liked that.

When I saw the bottle,
I thought it was silly.

It's not great,

but it's the first one, Alice.
Keep it.

Lilac flowers for a lilac perfume?

It's a simple perfume.
It doesn't need anything else.

And it's done now.

It's a pity
not to be able to change things.

We should be able

to change what's been badly done.

Are you going away?

I've got too much work.
I'm going to Normandy on the 15th.

We might be there together.
Agnès invited me.

Antoine is there now.

It's unlikely you'll see him.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Give me a minute.
- Fine.

Tell him one month is too much.

2 weeks, 3 weeks,
but not 1 month.

- OK.
- Thanks.

It's been a while.

3 years since Antoine's exhibition.

Yes.

I like that.

Thanks. The artist
was inspired by fishing nets.

How are you?

Fine. I'm working a lot.

How's life?

I work a lot.

- How's Arlette?
- Fine.

Still taking in students.

- Give her a kiss from me.
- OK.

Do you have Antoine's new number?

Yes.

I was thinking about you
when you called.

The last time I came here,
it was with you.

That was a while ago.

Do you come here often?

Yes, quite often.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Coffee.

No. A glass of white wine.

- So you live in Berlin?
- Yes.

I got back from China
a few months ago.

My girlfriend wanted to see Europe,
and since we created

a sort of collective,
there are many in Berlin.

That's why...

- Is she a photographer?
- No, a translator.

How are you, Alice?

I've got a lot of work.

I like what you're wearing.

Thanks.

I discovered Japanese papers.

The ones they use to wrap rice
and cakes in restaurants.

It inspired me.

When I think of you,
I picture you here.

With your flower. Remember?

I remember everything.

When I got to China, I missed you.

I wanted to call,
but something stopped me.

Then I heard you were
working with Harold.

So I stayed there.

I didn't really believe it, but...

I thought: "If I do something good,
he'll come back."

That gave me the courage to work.

Then I found out
you had someone.

So I stopped hoping.

I haven't succeeded.

I dream of you all the time.

I hurt you.

I still loved you, Antoine.

I was so scared at the start.

Once I dared,
it was a torrent of love.

How can that just stop?

- It's stupid.
- Not at all.

That torrent of love
carried me away

with its strength.

I thought you hated me.

In my dreams, you walk by
without looking at me.

I don't blame you,
and you're looking at me.

In the rain

In the wind

I wait for you, my love

Even in the night

Even in the day

I wait for you, my love

Even if my body is drenched

My love

I am burning for you

My love

Like a bird on the wind

As spring returns

I wait for you, my love

I could forget you

My love

If I wait too long

For your return

In the rain, in the wind

I will be free at last

And still I wait for you

My love

I wait for you

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