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Headfirst

Hi. - Hi.

Try with my sign. - I'm not going to Brussels

You're not going to Brussels... - No.

OK.

Hello...

I'm going to Brussels. - To Brussels...

Are you getting in or not? - I'm not sure, actually.

Whatever, have a nice day - You too...

Sony, bye.

Hi...Can I get in? - Yes, go for it.

Wait!

I'm not going to Brussels. - Me neither.

Go on, get in

Thanks.

I'm going to Rahier, on the way to Malmedy.

Is that OK?

Rahier...?

Isn't that in the middle of nowhere? - I guess...

What are you going to do in Rahier?

It may sound strange, but I've got to stock up on ?eas.

Fleas...

Yep, I've been rearing ?eas for two years now.

I've had a passion for the little beasts ever since

I saw the Femanda Cardoso Circus on TV.

Ever heard of it? - No, sorry...

You don't know Femanda Cardoso?

Not really, no.

Not really, or...? - Not at all.

That's funny.

A Ferrero, anyone?

No thanks. - I'd love one, thanks.

It's a pleasure.

Did you make them yourself'?

The Ferreros? Are these Ferreros?

No, my mom made them.

Your mom makes Ferreros?! - Yes.

Don't you like them? - I do, I do, they're delicious...

I'm opening the window a little.

And what do you do?

I'm trying to become an actor.

But I'm not there yet.

That's cool, an actor!

And you?

I don't want to do anything.

Wasn't there something you wanted to do when you were young?

My mom wanted me to be a dancer

even though I was stiff, like my father.

She sent me to Miss Strombovitch's class when I was five.

An old Serb who smelt of booze.

I never got any more supple.

So, during the end of year show I collapsed on stage.

In front of everyone.

There is something I enjoy. - What is it?

I love having sex with girls or boys.

Even if afterward you don't always feel that great.

I think that's the only thing I enjoy.

That's a bit weird, isn't it?

No.

No weirder than having a ?ea farm.

True.

Or than wanting to be an actor.

Bye. - Thanks a lot.

Thanks for everything. - Pleasure.

Good luck with everything.

Straight ahead for Malmedy, OK?

It was nice, wasn't it?

He was a bit nuts, wasn't he?

I found his passion for ?eas quite healthy.

At least it's given meaning to his life.

Where are you going? - No idea.

I'm starving.

You think I'm gonna follow you everywhere like a dog?

Nobody's forcing you to follow me.

That's true.

We won't find food in these woods. - I don't care.

Wnat's your name? - Julie.

Julie? - Afraid so...

Zoe.

Happy now?!

Who's he? - Stop it!

Who is that guy?

Your bag's ugly.

Lame. You look more like a...

Diego or Raoul...

Adrien doesn't fit - Why not?

You're not 6'2 with blue eyes...

I am 6'2. - No way!

I swear, I'm 6'1 - No!

6' and a half.

We're nobody any more! We're on equal terms.

You're completely mad!

ID cards don't matter.

They just give you useless information about people.

Best to throw them away.

You're a moody little brat chucking them in the river.

Yes!

Cold? - Yes, its cold.

And the photo?

Get rid of that photo too! - No.

Who is it?

Who is it? - Louise.

Your girlfriend? - Yes.

What's up?

Big deal! You always remember important numbers.

Well I don't know Louise's number by heart.

How long have you been with her'? - Three years.

You don't know her number!? - No.

Do you love her'?

Yes. I think I love her.

Not a convincing yes.

Sounds more like:

Above all don't become dependant on anyone.

Go fuck yourself!

That's not an unjustifiable position

Who's the guy in the picture?

It's your dad.

Shut the fuck up!

Adrien!

Adrien!!

Adrien!!

Are you stealing their clothes? - Yep.

My trousers are soaked and my clothes are nicer than these.

That's true...

What are you doing?

Help me.

What? - Come and help me.

Fold up the tent.

What do you want this for'? - What do you think?

Go! Let's get out!

Where's your shoe? - No idea.

Have you got any cash on you?

Why have you got so much? - It reassures me.

Like some girls who need photos of old men in their wallets

Hello. - Hello.

What'll it be?

I'd like a cheeseburger...

a sausage... and small fries.

You're pretty when you're hungry. - I love eating.

It makes me happy, and when I'm sad I can't get anything down.

In that case, you can't have had a very happy life.

At least it stops me getting a fat ass.

Yes, that's true.

Any idea where to sleep tonight?

Why?

We'll see later, no? - Yeah.

Really bitter. - They're not ripe.

Disgusting.

What a lovely house.

It looks like my granny's house in Dunkirk.

You think someone lives here?

No, it's empty.

Go on.

Hello.

Cheers.

It's not very tasty

That Virgin statue is really big.

I had the same one - Lucky you.

Same color and everything.

My dad wouldn't get me one. Too expensive.

I always got my sisters' cast-offs.

Ridiculous old Barbie dolls.

I'd hide them everywhere but my dog always brought them back.

What was your dog's name?

Violet.

And your mom's maiden name? - Dugard.

Why's that interesting? - Don't you know the game?

What game? - You take your pet's name

and your mom's maiden name to get your pornstar name.

In this case, Violet Dugard.

So, what's your pornstar name?

Me?

It's Pepito Rodriguez. - Excellent!

I can see you in a white bathrobe with Pepito Rodriguez in gold embroidering.

Very classy, especially with that crown.

You look like a man who has kids.

A guy with loads of kids. - Yes.

I'd say quite a charming father.

If I dressed like a family man, would you be into me?

Who knows?

Look what I found

Go to the window. We'll take a picture.

Your camera doesn't work.

How do you know? No harm in trying.

Buttons done up?

layout like.

Not bad, you look like a real family man.

Are you going to keep it as a souvenir'?

You keep it.

A second photo for your wallet

I no longer have a wallet

I'm going to settle in here

Let's visit the rest of the house.

Not now.

I want to be alone to write for a bit.

Don't you want to see the attic? - No, not right now.

You're knocking everything over.

Adrien?

Adrien?

Adrien?

What was that noise?

I don't know.

A big cardboard box falling to the ?oor

or a massive rat looking for food.

I much prefer the cardboard box hypothesis.

Lying in this direction is weird

Why?

Because you can't see people coming in.

Doesn't bother me.

I'm always scared of someone sneaking up behind me

to stab me in the back.

My mom used to dream about that.

It must be a generational thing

I swear, one of your ancestors must have been stabbed in the back

It's a trauma that's been passed on genetically.

So many things get passed on.

Things you know by heart but can't stop repeating over and over

Is that why you left?

I haven't really left.

I was just fed up

My dad wanted me...

either to go to University or go back to see my shrink.

I kind of lost it a year ago

I stopped sleeping.

My dad sent me to a loony bin.

I didn't really get what I was doing there.

I made a friend.

A guy your age

A tall blond guy, Flemish-looking,

with big blue, staring beady eyes

that stare right through you.

When he looked at me it scared the hell out of me

He heard voices telling him to kill his father

It's not funny! - Sony.

How did you cope?

When you feel like you don't exist

you write your little poems and little by little

you start existing again.

It's magical.

Yes. More than you'd think.

I was only there five days.

You've been with Louise for three years.

Three years that have gone by in a ?ash.

I couldn't stay with one person that long.

You don't know that.

All the guys I've been with was out of compassion.

Compassion?! - Yes, that's right.

I loved them because I thought nobody else could.

Do you get what I just said? - I get it.

Compassion.

And what does Louise do?

Louise is an actress.

In the school where you took the entrance exam?

That's where I met her.

I don't want to become someone.

Not because I'm different.

I know I'm like everyone.

No one is like anyone, that's what makes life worth living.

When people start calling me Madam in shops and in the street...

We'll see, maybe that's when it'll be time to disappear.

All awkward teenagers say stuff like that.

I thought you were just a little bit more original.

All of us are alone on earth.

Sometimes we're lucky enough to be transperced by a ray of light,

but mostly it's night time.

You have to be stupid to talk about it as teenager stuff.

Being an actor, is that so you can become someone?

Someone, I don't know, but myself, I hope so.

Well, I'll leave you to think about it on your own.

Zoe?

Hello. - Hello.

May I use the computer'? - Of course.

It's one euro for half an hour. - OK.

Do you know when the next bus is? - lt's just left.

Shit.

Rivage station isn't far.

Follow the street opposite for a couple of miles.

OK.

Great. Thanks.

What�s going on?

What are you doing? I'm starting to get really worried.

Jerome told me you didn't go to Brussels with him.

R u alone? - No...

With a girt? - Just traveling together.

Where?

Near the village of Rivage. - I'll take the first train.

Every time I shake you off, you manage to track me down.

Maybe it's a sign.

What kind of sign?

A sign you can't get rid of me. - Want to bet?

You've got nothing to bet with. - Yes I do.

I've got three euros.

Not a lot. Enough to buy you a coffee.

Deal.

Hello.

May I have two coffees, a croissant and a pain au chocolat, please?

Thanks.

I want to know who the old geezer in the photo is?

He isn't an old geezer.

Who is he?

Dunno.

Is he your father?

He never acknowledged you so you're going to find him?

He's a poet

who you correspond with.

Like that paralyzed guy who wrote to a young girt...

Bousquet or something?

Thank you.

Is that it?

He's a writer...

A writer on his death bed you're corresponding with

and you're such a specialist in compassion

that this guy's the ideal prey for you. That's it!

He's your father, it has to be.

Why are you looking for him?

He did stuff to you, you want revenge and I'm to be your accomplice?

How's Louise?

She's pregnant.

Girl or boy?

I think it's a boy.

Impossible.

Why?

'Cos you're the kind of guy who can't make boys.

You'll only ever have girls.

Why?

Because.

Apart from your hair and eyebrows

if I look closely everything else is really feminine.

Thanks.

It's a compliment.

Really, is it? - It is.

I'm not going to end my days with a guy.

Why?

Because growing old with a girl is gentler.

You said you didn't want to grow old.

We have to find a name for the lovely little girl that's on her way

First names are really important!

I've got eight. - Eight names?!

What's that about?

My mom's, my dad's, my godfathers, my godmothers

and Ghislaine because it protects against neonatal seizures.

That's six.

The other two are a secret.

Please...

The guy in the photo? - Marina's a good name.

Marina?! No way. - OK, Therese.

Not Therese either.

Like the saint you're reading? - Yeah.

I'd never give such a weighty name to my child

You're wrong, there's nothing gentler than Therese.

He's your father.

Let's go.

Where to?

You'll see.

Move it.

You haven't told me where we're going.

To Lisieux.

We're going to talk to Therese about your daughter.

Is that where you'd planned to go? - Maybe.

Look, a ladybird.

What is it?

Did you make it?

Does it suit me?

You look like the ?ower princess. - Really?

My sweet child,

Your smile will be magnificent;

you will calm the winds;

With his ever gentle lullabies

your father will cradle you softly

I've got to go.

Where to?

To get Louise at the station.

Aren't you going?

Yes, I am.

No, you're not leaving.

You might even come back.

You're not that far from me after all.

I saw Michel, the director. You've been accepted.

No way? - Yes.

You weren't great on Pericles,

but on the rest you were good.

Is she who you're traveling with?

You're Louise.

That's all I know about you.

I really wanted to meet you, so I came.

Now you've seen her, maybe you can leave us?

Only if she wants me to, and I'm not sure she does.

I'm not so sure she wants you to stay.

It's better...

that she stays.

Great!

I'll get to know things he's been hiding about you.

And me things about him that I don't quite get.

An ice cream to celebrate my entrance exam success?

You got in? Well done!

Chocolate for me.

I know what you like

I was sure a guy that charming would have an interesting girlfriend.

I wasn't wrong.

And you're a girt people follow without asking questions?

You'll have to ask Adrien if he's got questions.

What�s worrying you?

What do you want to know?

That he's been trying to kiss me for two days?

You could have guessed that.

He's a bit stupid. If I had the choice I'd go for you.

Thanks.

I could never keep my scoops on the cone.

It always caused a fuss when I was little.

My dad would say:

"lf this one falls on the ?oor you'll never have another ice cream!"

I couldn't swallow for fear of it falling on the ?oor.

They invented little pots for clumsy girls like you.

The other side too. - It's going everywhere.

I'll go and get some napkins.

So?

Do you find my new girlfriend funny?

I mean my new friend...

I guess.

Funnier than you who started following her.

The entrance exam thing made me lose it a bit.

Like a girl delaying a pregnancy test.

That kind of anxiety,

with nothing to calm you down.

What�s funny?

Your crappy example

So, to calm down you thought following her was the solution.

But she's no pushover and that you find exciting

She hasn't given in yet, has she?

There's a party in the village tonight. Wanna go?

Louise?

Yeah, why not.

I'm going for a walk

How old are you?

I don't know you and you want to know my age.

That's not very nice.

She's twenty seven.

Twenty seven...

Perfect age for a baby! It'll rejuvenate you.

That's what my grandmother says too.

Am I oozing motherhood?

It's just, I can really see you with a little round tummy.

Really?

Yeah, well no way.

With a round tummy I can forget the theater.

For now at least.

So you're not pregnant?

I've put on a bit of weight lately, but I'm not pregnant.

I nearly had a child

but he didn't hang in there.

He must have felt I wasn't strong enough

You look like you're in love. I feel a bit left out.

You have wonderful breasts.

Yes, but...

I'm thinking about it.

I was just thinking

how I'd like to fall asleep on them.

You're so right.

They are wonderful.

I want to kiss you too.

And your breasts too.

There's people around.

And if there was no one?

Adrien's going to get rid of them...

...while you kiss my girlfriend's breasts?

Forget it.

You kissed her, so you have to kiss me now.

Not in front of me.

It's getting complicated. - What is?

If I'm interested in her, it's also because I like you

Confirmation that it's getting complicated.

OK, well...

She'll only kiss you, so I'll go and look elsewhere...

Hello. - Hi there.

If I get down on one knee, will you kiss me?

It's because these two girls who

He doesn't have much swagger.

Depends who with

He must have been very young when you met him.

Yes, very young

and full of revolt.

What is it you want to know?

Have you ever been with a girl?

No.

I'm not OK with you falling in love with her

We're just playing, deep feelings will come later

Y not?

If it's just a game I'm not having fun

And if it meant more, it'd be even less fun.

So, It's no fun any more.

What's up?

What�s up!?

She's the one you want to kiss.

When you've had enough of not being able to kiss her

come and see me.

If I'm still there.

I couldn't hold her back

Did you want her to stay?

I'll win. - We'll see.

She beat you!

I won!

What can I say...

Can't believe I beat you!

Do you want your ticket?

You can give it to me later.

No worries.

You decided to come.

Great!

Want a beer'? - You've got no money.

I won these off him by chugging my beer.

Seriously? - Yeah!

And I exchanged my stinky t-shirt with this stylish one.

Very stylish!

What do you want? - I'll have a beer.

OK.

It might take a while they're really busy.

Hello.

Hi.

I love this song! Let's dance!

No, no... - Oh come on!

Sony, no. - Come and dance!

I can't dance.

Hey! Come and dance.

Alright!

Thanks.

What are you doing? - Mind your own business!

She was dancing with me!

Get your hands off me!

Stop it! - Fuck off!

Get lost, bitch!

Let him go.

This way.

Why can those guys kiss you and I can't?

Because they're not trying to start a relationship.

I'm not trying to start a relationship.

Yes you are.

Don't you want to?

Do you want to fuck me?

We'll see.

Answer.

And?

Don't you want me?

Stop it.

If you really wanted it, you'd have fucked me by now.

I do want to sleep with you!

But is having feelings for you so disgusting?

It's complicated. - It's not allowed?

Exactly! It's not allowed.

Sometimes I'm disconnected and sometimes the opposite.

I can get totally caught up in others.

It's really diff cult,

and you're consiantly judging and scrutinizing me.

You can't have me the way you look at me

Let go of me!

Let's go again!

What?

What going on?

I spent the night with a girl

And when I woke up, I thought things over.

Your speech about...

not wanting anything serious with me

Actually, that suits me fine.

You don't want anything serious with me, because it scares you.

You're beginning to realise I'm part of your life.

And that, I find very interesting.

What's in that little head of yours?

You're so vain, but if that's what you want to think...

feel free.

Sir'? - Yes?

Are you leaving? - I'm going to friends in Amiens.

Could I hitch a ride?

- You're free to come along. - Really?

No problem. - Very kind of you.

You coming with us, or you want to stay alone?

Bye.

Wait!

How do I look at you? - I told you.

I'm not judging or scrutinizing you.

Musset said:

Desire is in every real gaze.

Is that a new way of saying you want to kiss me?

To avoid any misunderstandings, we'll stop looking at each other.

OK.

Much better

Managing?

The view's lovely. Feels like a vacation.

Is the view still lovely?

You're confusing me.

I already have someone in my head, so there's no room for you.

Maybe you mean more to me than I thought.

Maybe even more than you realise,

but who knows?

I don't want to bother you I can just be your lap dog

You're not my lap dog.

But we're not going on together, even if I wanted to.

You make my life too complicated.

Tell Louise I was going to take a train for Liege

but that I got on a train to Lisieux

and that I'm...

I'm going to find Zoe

and that she's the one who kissed me.

She kissed me!

Mom, let me finish.

Two seconds...

Tell her she kissed me,

and that I'm trying to understand what that kiss means

and that I can't come back until I have.

Tell her that I may never come back,

that I just don't know, actually.

Also tell her...

I'm sorry for being such a coward.

And... that's it.

Will you do that for me?

Mom, spare me your commentaries, just tell me if you'll do that for me?

Thank you. Yes.

3.1.1. Not always understanding everything...

Well done.

There you go!

Like a good dog I tracked you down.

This time you had the address. It was easy.

How is dear Therese doing? - She's doing well.

As serene and joyful as ever.

Actually.

You've got a lot in common with her. - Oh yeah?

Like what?

Your smile

this sparkle in your eye...

OI'...

your crazy poems, like

My joy is in loving to suffer,

I smile as a tear ?ows,

Gratefully accepting

the thorns of the rose.

You just learned the passage that suited you the best.

I know other ones too.

And I'm not really a big fan of suffering

Are you a fan of:

Not always understanding everything?

You're the one who never understands

Children, above all don't understand...

3.1.1.

Do not understand.

No...

Who's that for?

None of your business

Aren't you fed up of asking the same questions over and over'?

What�s going on?

No way!

He's who you send all those letters to.

Yes.

What do you write?

Poems.

You'd never send your dad poems.

Who is he?

Therese's long lost cousin?

Am I close? Help me.

He knows her well, but they're not related

He's a priest.

Seriously, does he look like a priest?

No.

You can tell he likes girls.

What a load of crap.

Jealous?

No.

Back to the idea of a writer like Bousquet

but without the paralysis.

Anyway, I don't want to see him.

You don't want to see him? - No.

I'll go see him then.

You don't even have his address. Stop!

You really think you're going to get the letter back?

You're going to hurt yourself. - I don't care.

I'll tell you!

Chemin des Martyrs.

Cordebugle

Number 8

Chemin des Martyrs.

You must like that name!

Is that why you want us to go together'?

Scared to meet him alone?

You want me to be your messenger'?

He's the reason you came here.

Pretending it's for Therese...

She can't be very proud of you. - Quite the opposite.

This must make her laugh She's very mischievous.

She's always enjoyed a good laugh.

Where is this backwater village?

Not far, a couple of miles away.

What�s your wonderful writers name?

Why do you want his name?

It's what he writes that's important.

His name won't even be on his gravestone

Like on Dorothy Parker's:

You know, the dust

Sony for the dust.

Yeah.

Pretty cool, huh? - Yeah, not bad.

What are you doing? - Wait.

Hello.

Chemin des Martyrs, please? - Straight ahead.

That way?

Yes. - Great.

Thanks a lot. Bye. - Bye.

It's that way. - Wait...

Let's have a drink before going.

Come on, let's go in, it looks friendly.

In there?!

I'm paying

You've got no money.

Hello. - Hello.

May I call you Loulou? - May I have another beer?

Sure, go for it. - I'll have another one too.

And then we're off.

I always wanted to ask,

those machines,

do people still use them?

They don't do as well as they used to.

Are there games inside?

It depends...

For when there's children

Not really, because it's things like lighters...

and G-strings.

G-strings!?

What?

I can't believe that!

Yes, inside the balls.

That's weird.

I'll get you one, it's only two euros

Does it accept bills?

If I pay ten euros I'll gel at least one G-string.

Some are quite nice.

What?! - Some are quite nice!

Look.

No way!

That's not a G-string, - Little panties...

You missed something in your youth 'cos that's no G-string.

We'd better get going

Loulou,

here's ten euros.

Thank you.

Come on, let's go.

I don�t want to go any more.

Come on, it's 200 yards away.

No, I don't want to

Go alone. - Me, alone?

Yes.

I really don't want to! - Come here!

I don't want to Stop!

Your writer's there. Why would I go alone?

Because I don't want to, I'm too scared.

We're nearly there. 200 yards...

God damn! - Fine, OK!!

I'll follow you

Why not? - Because.

It's too late to tum up at someone's like this.

Look, the sun hasn't gone down yet.

You're pulling me. - I'm not. Look at the sun.

Maybe it's the little house there?

I don't think so.

That's it.

Coward !

We're not going to stay here. - I'll go tomorrow.

No!

Yes. - It'll be the same thing tomorrow.

Someone might be asleep upstairs.

Let's go. - I'm not going before tomorrow.

Doesn't make any difference to you.

I'm going to look upstairs. - OK.

Pretty comfy little house

What type of books does he write?

Nothing that would interest you.

How would you know?

I wonder what is missing in life,

when beauty passes through it in the blink of an eye.

Maybe nothing.

Pretty-

Pretty?

Yeah, Men'!-

I like writers who tell stories.

Someone who sees life for what it is isn't interesting?

You're like all those people...

who need to be told little stories

to help them forget their pathetic lives.

What about the lovely little story you've made up about you and him

There's no story.

So, what are you looking for'?

He's the only one I can trust.

And what if he doesn't want to see you?

The first time I read your work

the whole world seemed so obvious.

Something happened inside me.

Trembles and shivers coming from deep inside me.

Zoe!

Let's go?

What time is it? - I've no idea.

It's late. We should go.

Already?

Could you...

just give him this from me?

This is ridiculous. I'm not going without you

I don't think I'll be able to speak to him

So you don't really have the choice.

You want me to learn this and perform it for him?

No, just ask him to listen to it.

Please.

I know it's stupid, but

I just want you to go and ask him to listen

Otherwise we can just leave.

No.

I want to know now.

I'm trying to write to you,

but being this close to you

makes it hard to find the right words.

Reading your work

made me feel alive for the first time.

I bought all your books.

I read them all.

And then read them all again.

I'm sorry, but I think I can't live without you any more.

So?

I gave it to him, like you asked.

And?

And he said he'd listen to it.

At least we didn't come for nothing.

You got to your destination

and I'm returning to where I should never have left from

Thanks for the stroll.

Can't you even say goodbye?

What?

I said, you can't even say goodbye?

Goodbye.

I don't want you to leave like this.

You're the one getting rid of me.

Your story's with him, not with me

You always need things to be a big story, don't you?

What should I do?

What?

Do I go back or not?

No.

No?

What?

Yes.

Don't you think I'm a bit old to play hide and seek?

You're right. I'm sorry.

What I just said was a bit stupid.

There's no age limit for playing hide and seek

This isn't how I wanted to meet you.

I feel a bit ridiculous.

I'm the man in the shadows. I'm usually the one hiding.

So it's a bit weird to be put in this position

It makes me uncomfortable.

So please open up or I'll become a mumbling old fool...

I must look awful. I'm sweating

I'm trembling.

So, why did you come?

Do you want me to leave?

I didn't want to embarrass you.

I'm embarrassing you, am I not?

Yes.

There was hardly any chance I would meet you,

and then Adrien dragged me all the way here.

Is it Adrien's fault?

Is Adrien the boy I met? - Yes.

I know you don't need me

And that I have nothing to offer you

Is it you who writes me those poems? - Yes.

There's some very pretty things.

What do you want from me?

Feedback on your poems?

No?

I don't want anything, just...

Just to get closer to you

Not that simple...

Isn't that what we all want, more or less?

If only I could think and write like you do.

I find it hard to know who I am.

Do you think that's the right question?

All I know is that I like what you write.

Writing and loving are the same thing,

It's loving you. Getting close to you. All that.

Everyone else bores me.

I try to be like everyone else,

they probably sense something bad inside me.

But I do know it damages me.

That's the only thing I can do.

I'm sorry but somebody's waiting for me.

Will you come with me?

Can you wait here a moment. I'll be right back.

She's still sleeping. I'll wake her up later

Have you had breakfast? - No.

I don't want to impose myself.

You'll know straight away if she doesn't like you.

All done?

He's taken you on as head of the household?

Will you have breakfast with us?

I'd like to know what you write in those books

that makes young girls come all this way.

Must be...

interesting.

Jealousy really doesn't suit you.

I don't think it suits anyone.

You think this tired old man can offer you anything?

His writing isn't tired it's full of life.

So, you have a thing for old men.

You idiot.

Age doesn't matter, it's what's in the head that counts.

What about us?

What we have?

You really want to forget it all? - Maybe I do.

What does that mean?

Do you want him?

This is Olga.

She'll decide if you can stay...

a little bit with us

Hello.

Come on, little miss.

Go and play.

Little lady.

Look at that.

Isn't he lovely!

Her mother left.

She was sick to death of listening to Bach 24/7.

Her way of saying that life with me was a bit boring

Thankfully,

she left Olga with me.

I'm sorry, but...

are all these stories very sensible for a guy your age?

Not sensible at all.

What are you insinuating?

That at my age both my heart and my balls are empty?

No?

Do you have kids with all the women who like your books?

I have children with the women I love.

You seem to be the kind of guy who has an answer for everything.

It isn't Bach that makes them leave, sir.

You're right. Thankfully it has nothing to do with Bach.

layout like, the little house is free

If you'd like to stay.

No thanks.

I've already been in a love triangle

and it's not for me.

A love triangle?

Who said anything about a love triangle?

You look very happy this morning.

I can't bring myself to leave you.

Your smiles and your mood swings...

I must be a bit of a masochist

That must be it

I don't stand a chance against her - Stay for a bit.

I know where you're hiding.

If you take too long, I may not be here any more.

Are you leaving?

Yes.

I took one of your books for the road.

That's what books are for.

To be stolen

I find that young man very charming.

Are you sure it's a good idea to let him leave?

He's a young man who always comes back

and he's a bit too young for me.

And isn't Olga too young.

No, she's the perfect age.

She'll always be the perfect age.

Isn't that right? What are you eating?

Leaves.

Give me a leaf.

I'll let her eat leaves with you

and I'll make her some real food

and then we'll have our breakfast.

You don't seem to mind me being here.

Have this.

I put her to bed, she was too tired.

Do you like my office? - It's very nice.

I work here, and over there,

I also work at my kitchen table.

Funny, I'm imagining what it'd be like

to see you working here.

Me?

Yes, atone of the desks, drawing...

or writing poems

I'm putting on some Bach.

Monotonous, Bach, monotonous.

I don't agree.

Neither do I

I like Bach.

My grandad used to listen to Bach to help him sleep.

I must know half of his repertoire by heart

Watch out, if you make me feel too confident.

I could get very close to you

and my shyness could start to disappear.

I'm no better

The difference is, I've been thinking about you for much longer

Do you know what would be ideal? - Tell me.

If your handsome friend came back. Now.

One kiss is too much for you?

Are you provoking me?

I have reasons for loving you, you don't have any.

I do.

I find you funny.

Isn't that enough?

Even if I think your handsome friend loves you more,

Will you kiss me?

I love you!

I'm going to the closest station - OK, hop in.

Great. Thanks.

Have you come looking for me?

Of course.

And if, for once, I was looking for you?

Yes, I kept thinking:

What if it wasn't you who was looking for me?

What if it was both of us?

Are you gelling all sentimental? - You wish!

Don't kiss me straight away, OK?

OK.

How about now?

No.

Subtitles - Erik Lambert@Stempel