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La Fourche.

BASED ON HENRY JAMES' NOVEL "THE FRIENDS OF THE FRIENDS"

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LA FOURCHE

The code is different.

What are you doing here?

There was an issue with the subway. We had to get off.

At La Fourche?

In Brochant.

You're in Paris?

I found a workshop in Gennevilliers.

I ended up... Well, I teach in Saint-Denis.

Great.

I'm happy to see you.

Me too.

We're walking on eggshells.

I think about you sometimes.

Good or bad?

It depends on the day.

What about now?

Now I think...

I think that the day I told you about her for the first time,

I should've sewn my mouth shut.

It would've hurt.

Less than what happened afterwards.

I see that your spirits are up.

It's not bad, most of the time.

Is this your first time back here?

Yeah.

Someone's waiting for me. I have to go.

With all of this... I'm going this way.

OK.

Hello, ma'am.

A glass of water, please.

Are you OK?

I know, I gained weight.

When I don't sleep, I eat. Three kilos in three days.

I like it.

Yeah, right...

You were even fatter in high school when I was in love with you.

Really fat, you mean.

It didn't stop me from blowing you in the bathroom.

We were young, young, and sad.

Coffee? It's still warm.

No, thank you. A glass of water.

What has you all nostalgic like this?

You look almost as bad as I do.

Are you? Is it Luc?

Where is he?

Supposedly at the university, but he doesn't go anymore.

Of course Leonora thinks it's my fault. You know her.

I ran into Simon.

Simon?

This morning on the street, in front of my old place.

-By chance? -Yes.

Well, in a way, yes.

Did you talk?

A little.

How was he?

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Entonces, me llamas si me necesitas.

You're not squeamish, are you?

I don't like shoes.

What do you like?

I like a lot of things. I like the color blue.

I like grapes.

I like ice cream.

And... I like roses.

I like gray hair.

My dad has gray hair.

My dad is bald. I don't like him.

Why not?

I don't want to talk about it.

Talk about what you like then.

I like... I like the color blue, ice cream, grapes, too.

No, really.

I really don't know.

Nothing. You know, I have no personality.

That's stupid. Of course you do.

It's like the tongue you have in your mouth.

The what?

The tongue. Most of the time, you hide it,

but at some point, you have to show it.

You have to take it out.

I don't show my tongue.

What about when you make love?

What kind of question is that?

You don't stick your tongue out when you make love?

You have to, girl.

When you're completely naked, it's really beautiful.

Come on...

You hate me now.

Yeah, well... I like your tattoo.

I'll be back. I have two more bags like that.

I've been working for two weeks straight.

I see you.

The truth is not that you despise this story, not at all.

But it scares you.

-Me? -You're afraid of ridicule.

You don't have to look any further when you don't sell anything.

They're paralyzed by the sense of seriousness.

If I wasn't there to set the course, we'd be dead.

You look like crap.

I couldn't sleep last night.

Millions of people suffer from the same thing.

It was a spider's fault.

Phobias, that's a topic.

Covered in the March issue.

-Is it Luc? Let me talk to him. -It's not him.

-Show me. -It's about my divorce.

You need money.

I have a big power bill...

We're barely scraping by. I can't help you.

Wait. Want some coffee?

No, thanks.

Have some chocolate at least.

Could you handle the story of the month?

But it's much more than a book review.

You have to tell a story.

-Sorry. -Everything OK?

He's a jerk.

I'm giving her the story of the month.

You're the boss. You really want that story?

Yes, because I believe in it,

not because I know that boy.

What boy?

His name is Simon.

All I can tell say about him

is that I wish I had a son like him.

That's nice for Luc.

Luc is a kid. Simon is a man, an artist, a real one.

Anyway, his mother died six months ago.

And he saw it as it happened.

Sorry, what did he see?

His mother's ghost.

OK. You're all the same.

No, sorry...

Get out of here. Get out, both of you.

But I really can...

No. I don't feel like it anymore.

What is it?

It's me. Open up.

What's going on?

Is it here?

Did he scare you?

What scared you then?

I had sheets to dry. I put everything in the machine...

And when I turned it on, I saw him.

Who?

My father.

He was sitting there.

He looked at me, angry, sad...

like he's asking for my help, and I can't help him.

Is he in Paris?

He hasn't left Huelva in 20 years.

I talked to him in front of you. He was in Huelva.

How could he be in Paris?

I have to get my laundry.

I'll help you.

I knew it wasn't possible.

But at the same time, it was real.

So I go to kiss him and tell him:

And he disappeared. He was gone.

What do you mean?

No one was there.

Are you OK? Not too carsick?

How's Leonora doing?

She seems to want your story to be told.

She really liked my mother.

She helped me with problems I had as a child.

She's a child psychiatrist.

What kind of problems?

They're over now.

She helps me professionally now.

Meaning?

She arranges meetings in Paris for me.

I hate Paris and its people.

How long have you lived here?

Forever.

You're a journalist?

Not really.

What do you do then?

Blow jobs... I mean odd jobs

for a magazine,

usually book reviews.

But I'm doing the story of the month now.

You got promoted then?

If it's published.

I'm on probation. I'm not even paid for the trip.

But I'm not complaining.

No, you're reinforcing your determination.

-Here. -Thank you.

Do you smoke?

Not unless you have weed.

No, I don't use substances.

Tobacco is a substance.

Do you want to talk about it?

Shall we start?

Now?

That's why you came, right?

-It's recording? -Yeah.

So, before you tell me how it happened,

can you tell me a little bit about your mother?

What can I tell you?

Everyone claims to have the most beautiful, generous mother,

don't they?

But it was true about her.

She loved nature. She loved plants.

That's how she met Evesco.

She was tending to her garden.

What about your father?

No father.

When I was a teenager, my mother fell in love with a passing guy.

She followed him to Grenoble.

I screwed up a lot over there.

I came back here as soon as I could.

I had asthma since Grenoble.

You have asthma and smoke?

Do you have a problem with that?

I've never had an attack here.

Sorry, it was stupid of me.

I ask stupid questions.

I didn't sleep last night or on the train.

If I could just lie down for ten minutes...

-Ten minutes? -Just to recover.

Are there any spiders?

We're in the mountains.

The bathroom.

It's an old web.

What time is it?

Sorry, I just crashed.

You must've been very tired.

Can I have something to eat? I haven't eaten since this morning.

-Wine? -No, thanks.

We can continue whenever you want.

It's a bit late now.

I'm awake now.

It's late for me.

That's a cute tattoo.

Are you an expert?

My friend has the same.

We had it done together. We were high that day.

I watched you sleep.

You can keep that to yourself.

I mean, no need to write it.

Off the record.

That you watched me sleep?

I wanted to sleep with you.

I'm over it, but it can come back.

I'll consider myself warned.

I wanted to kiss your feet,

your tits, your ass...

Do things to you.

Don't take it the wrong way. It's loneliness.

No one ever comes here,

except for the occasional illegal immigrant from Spain

who gets lost on the mountain.

Why do you feel you can say that to me?

Because I made that slip of the tongue earlier?

What slip of the tongue?

It's because it's my second bottle.

Can you tell?

No, not at all.

It's not a false pretext for trying to get me interested

in your exciting sex life?

Did I shock you?

I'm not in the mood for it or anything else anyway.

You never have sex?

Not for a while.

You don't like it?

Who's interviewing who?

You don't have to answer. I have the right to be curious.

Not all my relationships were wonderful,

and I'm just fine without sex.

You've been lucky.

What's that?

My mother's ghost. What else could it be?

It's the Haize Hegoa.

The what?

The South Wind. Haize is wind.

Hegoa is south.

I better go to bed.

You can empty the fridge.

Good night.

I don't really like people watching me work.

If you want coffee, it's in the kitchen.

She was standing exactly where you are now.

Your mother?

I didn't understand what she was doing there.

I walked up to her...

And?

Nothing. Gone.

Unlike you.

I'll disappear if you want.

Impossible. You're alive.

That's what you think.

Yeah, right, you're alive.

Azar, it's me.

I'm still in the mountains, in the Pyrenees.

I can see Spain in front of me. I was thinking of you.

I hope it's not too hard, that you'll be here soon.

I'm going home tonight, and I'll tell you all about it.

Big kisses.

I shouldn't have agreed to this interview.

That was a load of crap. I'm not saying that against you.

I didn't work well this morning. I'm not focused.

I drank way too much yesterday.

I talked nonsense.

Can we do it anyway?

Yeah, let's get it over with.

-You'll change the names? -Yes, of course.

Don't take pictures. I hate pictures, especially with this.

All right.

I wanted to ask you: are you afraid?

Afraid? When she appeared, no.

Surprised, yeah.

When she disappeared, yes, I was afraid.

What did you do?

I called her house right away. No one...

The phone rang an hour later.

An intern telling me she died in the emergency room.

What happened?

Stroke.

I thought she'd live a very long time, even longer than me.

And since then?

What about it?

Were there any other events? Any other signs?

Objects in the house have changed place

for no reason.

Kidding...

Nothing.

The fog has lifted.

It's beautiful.

I think she would've liked you.

Who? Your mother?

She was sorry for what she called "my wildness."

Not to see me with anyone.

She would've been happy to know you.

Thank you. I'm very touched.

Do you want to marry me?

You could live here.

You could work. We have internet.

Well, no. Why don't we resume the interview?

What if I were serious? Don't you like me?

We don't even know each other.

People use to marry strangers all the time.

Right, "used to".

-So? -So?

You want to spend your life with me

just because you looked at my ass while I was sleeping?

That's nonsense.

Do I scare you?

Why? Because you have visions?

You're not the only one.

I know someone to whom the same thing happened.

That's why I'm here.

My friend with the tattoo, she's a painter, too.

Well, an illustrator. But...

She's a real artist, like you.

And she's much prettier than me.

She's the one you should marry.

The arm like this, are you sure?

That's good.

Can I have a drag?

No, don't smile.

-Have you heard from your guy? -What guy?

Oh, him. I haven't...

Evesco invited him for the release of the issue, like you.

You didn't come either.

I don't like social stuff.

Neither does he.

-Your article is good. -Thank you.

I've had some news.

From whom?

Your boss.

-Evesco? -Your legs.

She sent me an email yesterday.

She wants me to meet her, and I hear he does too.

What about you?

I feel a little weird about it.

He's coming to Paris on the 15th to see some people, I think.

She asked me to go for lunch.

-The three of you? -No, he and I.

-Are you free? -I wasn't invited.

I'd rather have you there.

Where are you meeting?

I chose the Wepler. It's the closest.

What are you doing?

Hey, don't talk to me like that.

How much longer?

-Are you angry? -No, I...

I'm just a little cold. I'm starting to get antsy.

I have an editorial board on the 15th. She did it on purpose.

Meet us afterwards.

We'll see.

Sylvain.

What do you do when you don't feel great?

It's worth an ayurvedic massage, believe me.

I didn't know you were religious.

I was. I was an altar boy in Rouen.

At the cathedral?

No, in a small church on the outskirts.

What's wrong?

What do you think of Evesco?

She has bad manners.

I think she's manipulating me.

-What makes you say that? -I don't know. It's a feeling.

Are you worried?

No, I'm scared.

You're scared? Scared of what?

I don't know...

Could you light a candle for me?

If you tell me why.

Come on, you know.

You know everything about me. I'm an open book.

That's what makes me sick actually.

OK, make a wish.

I'll join you for coffee?

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Leonora gave me your address.

And you... You didn't...

What's going on?

Oh, I'm sorry...

What's going on?

Nothing.

Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Paris?

Do you know the story of the bullfighter who enters the arena?

There's no bull, no arena, nothing.

No...

It's always the same.

I have to meet with people, I never know what to tell them.

Evesco's nice, but she knows nothing about the art market.

I'm not a ceramist. I don't do shows.

I have no rating. I'm nothing here, a zero.

It has nothing to do with me.

-Are you complaining? -We could've missed each other.

True, that would've sucked.

Why didn't you tell me? Talk to me.

Superstition.

I thought telling you would ruin the meeting.

But she told me.

And it didn't go well.

Did you really want to see her that badly?

We experienced the same thing.

I liked your article.

I felt like my story was important...

whereas up until then, I didn't give a shit...

You did that.

Your writing.

Like I'm reading a novel and I'm the hero.

And she's the heroine.

Why do you think she didn't go?

I don't know. She must've had better things to do.

That's possible...

You know something?

She's home. If you still want to see her, let's go.

I don't want to intrude.

She stands you up, and you don't want to intrude?

I want to intrude.

Well, no one's home.

Some other time.

Yes?

Hello.

I came to see Azar.

She's not here.

Sorry, but who are you?

What about you? I'm her sister.

I'm a friend. I live across the street.

Are you the one who lives in the southwest?

-Did she tell you about me? -Yes,

when your father... Was he your father, too?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm Coline.

-Pilar. -Simon.

What do they want with her?

What do you care? They want to know where she is.

How should I know?

She didn't tell us this morning?

No. She was in a hurry.

She just gave us the keys.

So Azar had spent the afternoon at the printer's,

and she assured me she'd forgotten about the appointment.

She was overwhelmed.

Did you believe her?

She swore it was true.

My theory is that she was as much afraid as she wanted to see him.

And I think it was the same for Simon.

But he left in the afternoon.

So they've never met each other?

They did meet.

You never told me that.

I've never told anyone.

He offered me to join him.

I bought the tickets as soon as I could.

I figured it was a good opportunity for the two of them.

Here.

What time do we get there?

4:47 p.m. It's long.

And he's picking you up in his car?

He's picking us up.

He'll take you to your sister's in Hendaye.

My half-sister.

You're beautiful.

You look happy.

We'll meet on a train platform then.

A train platform's not bad.

Yeah, it's romantic.

Are we going to find him?

We'd have to try to miss him in a station like Biarritz.

-Are you impatient? -Yeah!

That much?

No, I'm just...

interested.

SOLITUDE WILL MAKE THIS WORD DECISIVE...

...ITALIAN, A BEAUTIFUL LANGUAGE MADE FOR LOVE...

...(A THIRD PARTY BEING AN INCONVENIENCE)!

Simon, it's me.

We missed our train. We took the next one.

We'll be there at 6:50 p.m. Kisses.

Yes?

I know it's dumb, but it's not my fault.

I could've told you sooner, but we ran to catch it.

We had to fight to switch the tickets and everything...

So what do I do?

6:50 p.m. Bye.

I dreamed about my father.

I was in his house, in Huelva,

in my room, right next to his.

And I heard him call me...

It was exactly his voice. Strong...

clear, happy...

Azar.

He wanted me to help him tie his shoelaces.

So I got up and yelled that I was coming.

Then I woke up.

Voicemail.

I wonder what happened.

I don't know. I don't understand.

Well, I'm gonna go.

Wait a little longer.

No, that's enough. It's ridiculous.

I'm tired. I have a headache.

My sister's waiting for me. I'll rent a car.

Don't you have any aspirin or Tylenol?

No.

Well... I'll see you tomorrow.

What are you going to do?

I'll wait a little longer. Otherwise, I'll take the bus.

Are you sure? I can take you.

It's not really on the way, but...

You're not going to drive two hours

for this lunatic.

Don't say that.

Are you feeling better?

There must be an explanation.

Yes.

I'll never see him.

-Did you have a nice trip? -Yes.

Are you alone?

Hello?

Did something happen?

She... She didn't come.

Wasn't she on the train with you?

Yeah, she was...

Well, where is she then?

Coline, what's going on?

What happened, damnit?

She's not here. That's all.

Let's go to your car and I'll explain.

Did you get hurt?

I don't think so. We didn't miss the train.

I didn't tell her, and I pretended.

We waited for you, and she went to her sister's.

Why did you do that?

Get up. Why did you do that?

I know, it's disgusting.

I'm not judging. I'm asking.

I was scared.

Scared of what? Her?

You.

You have so little faith in me?

Do you remember the first time we met?

I told you she was made for you.

She must think I'm a jerk now.

Where is she?

In Hendaye, at her sister's.

You can call her tomorrow and explain it to her.

No, wait, I feel bad.

I can't wait until tomorrow or tell her over the phone.

-I have to see her. -Now?

You're not a simple girl.

No, but I'll get a cab.

A cab to Hendaye's too expensive. I'll drive you.

No, no. Absolutely not.

I messed up. It's up to me to fix it.

I don't want you to get involved. Will you keep my bag for me?

Wait...

Why didn't you lie to me like you did to her?

Why do you think?

Keep me posted.

It'll be fine. It's not that bad.

No, you're right.

Good evening.

Good evening.

-I'm looking for Azar. -She's not here.

Do you know where she is?

She went to see my mother at the restaurant.

-For dinner? -No, we own it.

Where is it?

Let me show you.

Go down the street, take a left,

then go straight ahead. It's called "Le Chantier".

-OK, thank you. -Bye.

Thank you, bye.

She's not there either.

You called everywhere?

At least if she'd been in an accident, we'd know.

Give it to me.

Did you write about her, her visions, all that?

I bought the magazine.

You got fooled.

Her story is bogus.

I don't think it is.

I saw her right afterwards. She was all shaken up.

-Terrified even... -Yeah, terrified.

You've been had.

Azar's always had a great imagination.

She's always known how to make people love her.

She's an artist. She needs publicity. I forgive her...

Even though I'm a bit shocked she used Dad's death.

She didn't know he was dead. She just found out after.

I was there.

Yeah, right, of course she knew.

Sugar?

No, thanks.

You look tired.

You can take the room I had prepared for her.

I'll come get you if I hear anything.

Oh no, no.

Still no news.

I can't take it anymore. I'm driving to Biarritz.

There's only one way.

What make was the car? What color?

A four-seater, white.

I don't know the make.

White, OK.

Wait, I'll come with you.

Shit.

Was she in a good mood yesterday?

Why?

Maybe she went to a nightclub to get drunk

and met a guy.

To hell with me.

Help me call someone.

I let her go. She had a headache.

That's a sign, right?

I didn't see it.

It doesn't feel real.

When did you say it happened?

Must've been last night.

Maybe 10, 15 minutes after she left the station...

while I was stupidly trying

to come up with a story to tell you.

That's impossible.

Why?

It couldn't have happened like that.

Why not?

I have to tell you something...

What?

I saw her last night.

What?

She came here last night.

Here? You saw her here?

Where you're standing.

An apparition...

What?

You had an apparition.

She appeared like your mother.

Not at all. She was alive.

How do you know?

I just do.

-Did you touch her? -Look, she was alive.

She stayed a while.

What time did she get here?

I don't remember exactly...

Maybe half an hour after I got home. Around 11:00 p.m.

She just showed up?

She knew the address. She knew you'd be here?

Apparently.

That didn't surprise you?

I didn't think about that.

It was so...

Nice?

Yeah, it was nice.

Did she tell you why she came?

She didn't need to.

To meet me, obviously.

Yeah, it is obvious.

What did you talk about all this time?

Not much. Nothing, actually.

Nothing?

We mostly looked at each other.

For how long?

I don't know.

About 20 minutes.

For 20 minutes? Are you kidding me?

Don't get upset.

How did she get here? She knocked, and you opened the door?

I was drawing.

I needed to take my mind off things.

I was focused, I looked up, there she was.

Simon...

The door's not locked. She just had to push it open.

Right...

True, she did that all the time.

Did she?

No! What's wrong with you?

Who would do that?

Nobody normal. Nobody alive...

Calm down.

How do you know it was her? You never saw her.

You told me about her.

She had a red leather jacket.

Was it her or not?

So you looked at each other?

I'm not saying it's not odd...

How did she leave?

The way she came, I guess.

She got up and left. I didn't hold her back.

Did you hear her car leave?

It was very windy last night.

No, there was no wind yesterday.

She was pretty, wasn't she?

Yes, she was.

She was alive.

Stop imagining things like that.

She fainted afterwards.

What does it matter now? She's gone.

I'll never talk to her again. I'll never see her again...

Simon?

You're awake?

I couldn't sleep. I picked this up at the river.

At the river?

Down below.

There's a river down below?

-Is it far? -It's a fair walk.

Will you take me there?

It's not easy to access. There are more beautiful places.

Are you coming?

I don't understand.

What?

If she came over...

She did.

...to go to her sister's house after,

then she had no reason to return to Biarritz.

It's a big detour.

She could've gone through Ustaritz or Espelette.

We should've found her on the D932

or the D918.

Not on the 911.

Well, she went back to Biarritz.

She's not from here.

Right. That doesn't prove anything.

Is that Spain opposite?

Yeah, it is.

What the hell am I doing here?

I don't understand what I'm doing here.

I really don't.

I have nothing to do with you.

If that's what you think.

Are you offended?

I offended him.

Poor little mountain painter.

Simon.

I'm sorry.

If you tell me to jump, I will.

Why would I?

Wrong answer.

You're fucking crazy.

You're crazy.

You care about me then? You care about me a little.

We don't know each other very well actually.

I told you before. We don't have to know each other to live together.

No, that's not what you told me.

What did I say?

It doesn't matter.

I read it.

Be careful with your adjectives.

Otherwise, it's great.

I'll make suggestions.

What's the weather like in Paris?

Ugly. Without you, it's ugly.

Don't tell me you're moving in permanently?

I'll be back.

Are you getting married? Having children?

The sex is good at least?

That's none of your business, Sylvain.

I know what men are like: impatient and shallow.

What about women then?

You know better than me, honey.

In love, always dumb.

You're a lifesaver.

You just got the counterweight out of whack.

It should work now.

Hello.

Hi.

I think it's fine now. See you next week.

Yes. Miss...

Did you go back to the river?

Yeah, last night. Why?

Simon?

Simon!

Simon!

Where were you?

Sometimes, there are wildflowers, fall flowers. I couldn't find any.

What's this?

Probably a migrant who slept here.

They come from Spain to go north.

What about that?

Old shoes.

They look like...

Like old shoes. Are you going to stay here?

Shall we get back?

Wait, it's about to be magical.

Follow me.

When the diurnal animals go home,

before the nocturnal ones come out,

something happens, something strange.

The sound of the water softens.

Where were you?

What were you doing?

Nothing. I was downstairs.

Sorry I was so long.

What's wrong?

-You've had too much to drink. -Fuck you.

Go to bed. I don't need you.

You're going to sleep here? That's stupid. You'll freeze to death.

Yeah, it's stupid.

I'm stupid. I feel stupid.

Mostly, I think you think I'm stupid.

Tell me what's on your mind. I don't understand.

Anybody home?

Hello.

I didn't think I'd find it so easy,

but GPS is a wonderful invention.

You're never alone, even here the sky is watching you.

-Sylvain. -Sorry. Simon.

Coline probably told you about me. I'm her best friend.

Her oldest friend, even. And her editor, too.

Yes, she told me about you.

It's beautiful.

I came from Paris. I'm going to San Sebastian,

Bilbao, etc. A second honeymoon with my honey.

OK.

He flew in, but I can't fly,

so I thought: "Let's kill two birds with one stone."

I went down to Bayonne this morning,

rented a car, and here I am.

OK, I'll go get her.

Thank you.

I brought rum and limes.

Limes here is a crazy thought, right?

That's why I got them.

Great. Well, I'll be right back.

Thank you.

I had no idea it was so remote.

I don't know where she is.

I feel like I'm intruding.

It's fine.

Simon, I'm going to be very frank. I'm a little worried about her.

Why?

She forgot that the deadline was the day before yesterday,

and that's not like her.

Do you see what I mean?

I do.

A deadline is like lime here.

It takes on a strange resonance.

No doubt that's why she forgot to hand in her text on time.

She's not responding to my Skype invitations.

She's not answering her phone. I haven't had any contact for days.

Is she OK?

I'm fine.

What are you doing here, Sylvain?

So you don't listen to your voicemail either?

Coline?

I'll walk you out, Sylvain.

Come on.

Is there something you want to tell me?

Are you going straight to San Sebastian?

Is that a polite question, or are you worried about me?

You mean a lot to me.

Is that why you're kicking me out? But don't worry, I'm fine.

I'll manage.

-Are you happy here? -Yes.

Are you really?

Would you come with me?

I'm not on my honeymoon.

He left. I'm going after him.

I wanted to play Verlaine and Rimbaud again,

and I gave up. But I think you need to protect yourself from this guy.

Sylvain, you're crazy.

Where did you get it?

Is it loaded?

Yes, give it back.

I have crazy ideas...

Yeah, you do. You're scaring me.

Give it back to me.

I don't want to leave it with you.

I'm going to throw it away.

I promise I'll do it.

Promise?

Drama queen... I told you I would.

Be careful!

Stay where you are.

Can we talk calmly?

I'm very calm.

You're completely drunk.

-Drunk, but calm. -Coline, stop.

Don't come any closer. Back off.

What did I do?

Your smiles, your caresses, your crappy tenderness...

You can keep your lies.

My lies?

I've felt it for a long time.

But tonight, I knew with total, absolute certainty.

Put that away. What do you know?

When we danced together, it wasn't you.

It was your body, but it was nothing.

You weren't with me. You were with her.

You're with her.

-Is that it? -Yeah, that's it.

We can both agree that you're talking about a dead girl, right?

-Dead and buried. -No, no.

Buried perhaps, but not dead.

For you, she's alive.

More alive than me and anyone else.

Stop, stop.

One more step and I'll do it. You know I will.

Stop.

Maybe that's what I have to do.

That way you can see me, too.

You don't know what you're saying. Put it away, please... Put it away.

I know one thing:

that you see her every day. Every day and every night.

And it fills you with joy.

So much so that you can't even hide it.

So? Even if...

Even if what?

Even if it were true?

Thanks for saying it.

No, I just said that to...

I tried to play your game.

Get in the car, please. Come with...

I can leave you. It hurts, but I can.

I can stay with you, too.

But I don't want to share.

Share me with whom? With what? You're talking about a dead girl.

-She's fucking dead. -No...

But you love her... Like you've never loved anyone.

She does with you what she wants. She owns you completely.

What can I do?

I'll leave you two alone.

Coline, stop...

Leave me alone.

Hello, ma'am. I'm the person who called you.

Can you take me to the Bayonne station?

OK.

Hold on, please.

Since the night I met Azar,

you've made up this delusion that I saw her dead.

It's a delusion. You're delusional.

I didn't think it was that bad.

I don't know what to do to help you...

except telling you that I care about you, I love you.

I love you...

Nice try, thanks.

I wish you luck.

Did you keep the gun?

Coline, I just want to know.

Did you believe it 20%, 50%, or 100%?

150%.

What about now?

I don't know.

Do you think I was delusional, too?

I just feel better that you're talking about it in the past tense.

Is it really in the past?

I don't know. I don't know...

Do you still think about him?

I never stopped.

The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

To acquire the number of the person you are calling...

Hello.

I already know.

Know what?

Thank you, Sivane.

Why did you come?

I don't want to bother you.

I just wanted to ask you if you have...

Simon's new phone number.

Simon's?

Yeah, I'd like to get back in touch.

So you don't know?

Know what?

My dear...

-What? -Sit down.

Look, it's terrible,

but he wasn't really with us for a long time.

I wouldn't say he was unhappy, but he...

I don't understand. I saw him this morning.

This morning? At what time?

Why does it matter?

I saw him. I talked to him.

But it happened this morning.

What happened?

Near your old home.

He threw himself under the subway...

at the La Fourche station.

Are you coming for the Sanfermine in Pamplona?

What's the Sanfermine?

The running of bulls for Saint Fermin's day.

Everyone knows it here.

Do you know the joke about the bullfighter who goes into the arena,

and there's no bull, no arena, nothing.

No.

What's the joke?

That's the joke.

IN MEMORY OF EMMANUELE BERNHEIM, PIERRE PACHET, JEAN LOUP RIVIERE,

SOLANGE AND JACQUES BONITZER

Subtitling: Hiventy